#nothing else about him changes its just this

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Hello Could I request a one-shot of yandere Shadow (Sonic boom) x Fem introvert reader

A/n: i honestly havent watched sonic boom yet, ive only warched a few episodes, haventvgitten ti shadow yet so these are probably not too accurate! (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ)

Yandere!(boom)Shadow x shy reader

Life in Village is quiet, which suits you just fine. Usually its loud with everyone sticking their noses in everyone elses business.

You’ve always been more comfortable on your own time. It was just very tiring interacting with people. So you preffered times at night when everyine was asleep and you could wnjoy the peace. But lately, something feels… off.

At first, it was subtle. A shadow passing by your window at odd hours, the sensation of being watched when you were about to go to bed. You chalked it up to paranoia. After all nothing ever happened.

One evening, as you settled in on your phone, the hairs on the back of your neck prickled. You looked up, your eyes darting around the room. Nothing. Yet the feeling persisted. You tried to shake it off, maybe you were being paranoid? Yeah, that was it. Right?

Definitely...

...

It started innocently enough. Shadow appeared one day at the market, standing off to the side, arms crossed as he surveyed the area. He didn’t approach you, didn’t say a word, just stared. You couldn’t help stealing glances at him, wondering why someone like him was here.

The next time you saw him was at the edge of the forest near your home. He didn’t hide, didn’t make excuses for being there. He simply stared, his eyes locking onto yours.

Silence.

You stood looking back in stunned silence

He stepped closer, hyo movements deliberate. "You..." he began, his voice low as he trudged over.

As he stepped forwars you took steps back instinctively.

Shadow tilted his head, studying you like a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. "You don’t waste time on meaningless chatter. You don’t seek the approval of others. You’re quiet... I respect that."

You blinked, taken aback. "Okay. Good to know?"

He smirked faintly before vanishing into the woods, leaving you with more questions than answers.

From that point on, Shadow made his presence known in subtle but unmistakable ways. A flicker at the corner of your vision. Footsteps trailing behind you, only to stop when you turned around. You had fewer and fewer times you truely felt alone.

It was unsettling, and frankly terrifying, but what were you going to do about it?

One evening, as you returned home, you found your front door unlocked. Panic surged through you as you cautiously stepped inside. Everything looked normal, at first. But then you noticed the changes. Your bookshelf, usually a mess, had been meticulously organized. The blanket on your couch was folded neatly. And on your kitchen table sat a steaming cup of tea.

"Who’s here?" you demanded, your voice wavering.

Shadow emerged from behind you, his expression unreadable. "Relax. You’re safe."

"What are you doing in my house?"

"Dont worry about it," he said simply, as if breaking into your home was the most natural thing in the world. "You should feel honored i wentbthrough the trouble of cleaning up your mess"

You stared at him, your mind racing. "You can’t just-."

"Shut up. I didn't do all of this for you to be complaining."

"But I didn’t ask for this!"

His gaze softened, but there was a dangerous edge to it. "You don’t have to ask. I know what’s best for you."

From then on, Shadow started inserting himself in everything you did. Every aspect of "your life" was slowly but surely going under his control. He'd give you small gifts, things he thought you would like. He'd insist on taking you from place to place. He even scared off a group of villagers who had tried to strike up a conversation with you, his glare alone enough to send them running.

"Why are you doing this?" you asked one night, exhausted and defeated.

He looked at you like the answer was obvious. "Because you’re mine. You’ll see," he said quietly, his tone passive aggressive. "One day, you’ll understand. No one can protect you like I can. No one can love you like I do."

A/n: hopefully these werent too out of character as ive only seen one clip of him in sonic boom

[silent-stories]

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader

Series summary: When Noah was left alone to take care of his daughter about two years ago, he never thought he would find someone else he would trust enough to include in his little family. But things can change.

Tw: angst

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The first night without Noah felt like the heaviest.

You slipped under the covers, the soft fabric of your pajamas feeling foreign against your skin in the quiet of the room.

Your house felt cold and empty, now that you were used to spending almost every night at Noah's. You pulled the blanket tighter around you, trying to find some comfort in its warmth, but it did little to ease the ache in your chest. The silence around you seemed louder than ever, pressing in from all sides.

The thought of how you were going to live without Noah now weighed on you—heavy and suffocating. No more goodnight texts to look forward to. No more knowing that when you woke up in the morning, his goodmorning text would be waiting, like a little promise that he was thinking of you. It felt strange, almost impossible to imagine a morning where that wouldn’t be the first thing you’d see.

You could already picture the screen lighting up with his name, his words that always made you smile—good night, beautiful. That simple, small gesture that made everything feel a little brighter when you weren’t physically with him.

But there would be no message waiting for you now. There would be no good mornings, no arms around your waist when you’d stir in the early hours of the day. No Noah. The thought made your stomach churn, and the emptiness settled deeper within you. You turned your head, eyes lingering on the empty space beside you. It was cold, untouched, and as the minutes stretched on, you felt a deep sense of isolation.

You grabbed your phone, half-hoping, half-knowing that there would be no text from him.

You were half expecting a "hey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted that way. Can I call you?" but you were aware that if you hadn't received it since that morning, it would never have came.

You dropped the phone beside you, closing your eyes tightly as if willing the sadness away. You tried to remind yourself that this was for the best—that everything would be okay, that you’d be fine. But the ache in your chest felt too real, too present.

With a sigh, you curled into yourself, pulling the covers tighter around your body. There was no point in pretending it didn’t hurt, no point in pretending you didn’t long for his touch, the sound of his voice, the comfort of knowing that he still loved you.

You turned onto your side, and you opened your eyes, staring at the wall in front of you, trying to force your mind to slow, but it wouldn't let you. Thoughts of Noah—of his absence—raced through your mind, each one more painful than the last. You had never imagined it would end up like this.

Your heart tightened, and before you could stop it, the first tear since you had stopped crying that morning, slipped down your cheek.

It wasn’t a sob, not a loud cry that broke through the night. It was soft, quiet—just a single tear slipping into the pillow. And then another. Slowly, quietly, the tears came.

You tried to wipe them away, tried to tell yourself you’d be fine, that this was just a moment, just one night. But the ache in your chest wouldn’t go away. You curled up tighter, as if holding yourself would somehow make it hurt less, but it didn’t.

Your breathing became uneven, soft sobs shaking through your body.

And so, with the tears still on your cheeks and your pillow wet, you eventually drifted off to sleep.

You spent the night tossing and turning in your bed, having strange dreams that you remembered nothing of when you woke up.

The first morning you woke up without Noah was the worst.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, but it did nothing to lift the weight pressing on your chest. You woke up with a jolt and you turned your alarm off. For a brief, heart-stopping moment, you thought maybe the day before had all been some twisted nightmare, but then the truth sank in. Noah had actually broken up with you. The words you had tried to avoid saying to yourself now echoed in your mind with cruel finality: He broke up with me.

The realization made your stomach churn. You dragged yourself out of bed, the ache in your chest never fully subsiding, and you moved through the motions—getting dressed, going through the routines—but it all felt so foreign now.

You forced yourself to get to work. The drive and then short walk to the café were mechanical, your feet carrying you without much thought. You couldn't stop your mind from replaying Noah's words, each detail sharper and more painful than the last. You tried to shake it off, but nothing worked.

When you stepped into the café, the familiar smell of coffee and baked goods hit you, but it did little to soothe the hollow ache gnawing at your insides. Grace was already behind the counter, arms crossed, a sharp look in her eyes as she surveyed the room. As soon as she saw you, however, her gaze softened just a fraction, a rare flicker of concern crossing her usually cold demeanor.

She leaned over the counter, arching an eyebrow. “What happened to you? You look like you’ve been run over by a truck.”

You tried to force a smile, but it fell flat, barely a twitch at the corners of your mouth. Grace's eyes narrowed, sensing something deeper than just a rough morning. She stepped closer, studying you with an intensity you weren't really used to from her.

"Hey. What happened?” she asked again, her tone a little less biting than usual.

You opened your mouth to lie, to give some casual response, but the words wouldn’t come. You bit your lip, feeling the lump in your throat rise. And suddenly, there was no avoiding it. You couldn’t keep it inside anymore. “Noah… Noah broke up with me yesterday.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and sharp. Grace’s face shifted, the usual sarcasm and sharpness giving way to something softer, more human. For the first time, she didn’t seem like the usual bitchy barista who took pleasure in her snide remarks.

"What? Why?"

"I swear I didn't do anything, Grace. I barely touched Jason. He came drunk at Noah's house in the middle of the night and I let him in because he had nowhere else to go. I was just trying to be... I don't know. Nice? I just didn't want to leave him out. Noah found him there the next morning and there are pictures online and he thinks I cheated on him or something and this was all Jason’s plan because I saw the way he looked at me when he left and I-" you had to stop talking when your eyes filled with tears again.

"Fuck." You whispered to yourself.

Grace stared at you for a moment, and then, unexpectedly, she pushed herself off the counter and walked around to where you stood. “Hey,” she said, her voice quieter now, more sincere. “I know I’m always a bitch, but I’m not a monster. Come here.”

And before you could protest, before you could even fully process what was happening, Grace wrapped her arms around you in a hug. It was awkward at first, like she wasn’t entirely sure how to comfort you, but the warmth of her embrace was unexpected. It wasn’t the type of hug you would’ve expected from her—no witty comment or sarcastic remark—but something real, something unspoken.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured softly, holding you a moment longer than you anticipated. “If Jason shows up here again I swear I will kill him with my own hands. Sorry for thinking he was better than Noah. He's an ass."

You stood there for a moment, unsure whether to laugh or cry. But all you could do was let yourself be held, just for a moment.

In the days that followed, things shifted in a way that felt unsettlingly quiet, like a weight pressing down on you. Jason never showed up at the café again, and you didn’t see him even once, despite working just across the street.

You were kind of relieved.

But what was truly breaking you was Noah’s absence.

And you missed Luna too. It was a sharper ache than you'd anticipated, you never thought you would become so attached to a three year old.

You missed making up silly bedtime stories to help her fall asleep, hearing her little giggles as she tried to weave together her own, completely nonsensical tales. You missed how her face would light up with excitement whenever Noah would do something small for her.

She had always been the bright, lively part of your evenings, and without her, everything seemed duller. You missed seeing Noah be so gentle and sweet with her, the way he’d always make sure she felt cared for and loved. It hurt to know that you wouldn't see that again.

Work was different now, too. You could feel it—how much more distracted you were, how your mind kept drifting back to Noah, to Luna, to the empty space in your life that you couldn't seem to fill. You tried to focus, to get through your shifts, but it was like trying to move through thick mud. Everything felt slower, harder, as if the weight of the world had settled squarely on your shoulders. But Grace... Grace was different, too.

She could see it, even though she didn’t say much. She didn’t make a big deal out of your distraction, didn’t call you out on it like she might have before. There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you. It was as if she knew that you were barely holding it together and didn’t need to hear a snide remark or a sarcastic comment.

Instead, Grace seemed to give you space. She watched you, but not in a judgmental way. When you stumbled over your words while taking an order, when your thoughts wandered too far off track, she didn’t make it harder.

There was no passive-aggressive comment, no mocking smile. She just let you be. It wasn’t the support you would have expected from someone like her, but you appreciated it more than anything.

You were starting to think Grace wasn't that bad, after all.

But still, no matter how many times you forced yourself to focus, no matter how many breaths you took to calm your racing thoughts, there was a constant hum in your mind, a reminder that Noah wasn’t there, that Luna wasn’t there, that your world had irrevocably shifted.

You would look out the window occasionally, seeing the world moving on outside, while you stood still, trapped in your own sadness, trying to figure out what to do next. You weren’t sure what to expect from the days ahead, whether things would feel better or worse. But right now, everything felt so heavy—too heavy to move forward, yet too necessary to stay where you were. The truth was, you were just trying to survive the days, to make it through until something changed, though you weren't sure what that change would look like or when it would come.

But at least you had work. It gave you something to do, something to occupy your mind, even if only for a few hours. When you walked into the café each morning, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries filled the air, and for a fleeting moment, it almost felt like things could be normal again. Almost.

Every time someone entered and you heard the little bell jingle on top of the door, you almost imagined seeing Noah enter holding Luna's hand, ready to order a tea for him and some cookies for Luna.

The days seemed to blur together and they became two full, long weeks. You were going through the motions, but everything felt muted, like the world was happening around you while you were stuck.

It was another early afternoon when Grace approached you in the café. You were leaning against the counter, wiping down a table, when she walked up to you, her arms crossed and eyes focused, a serious look on her face.

“So, what’s your plan?” she asked, her voice softer than usual, but with an edge that made it clear she wasn’t asking about your work schedule.

You blinked, caught off guard. You hadn’t really thought about it. What was your plan? How were you supposed to move forward from here, when everything felt like it was falling apart?

You let out a breath, leaning against the counter as you thought about her question. “What should I do?” you replied, the words coming out in a soft, helpless tone.

Grace didn’t hesitate. “Honey, you love him,” she said, her voice almost gentle despite her tough exterior. “As much as I’ve never been a fan of your rockstar boyfriend, you know I don’t hate him. Seeing you like this... it’s depressing.”

You stared at her, not sure if you wanted to feel grateful for her honesty or irritated. But the words hit harder than you expected. She wasn’t wrong. Noah had been a huge part of your life, and seeing him gone felt like a part of you had been ripped out, leaving a raw, empty space. But hearing someone else acknowledge that hurt made it all the more real.

Grace continued, a slight frown crossing her face. “So, what’s your plan? Just sit here and let this eat you up?”

You swallowed, feeling the lump in your throat return. “He left me,” you muttered, your voice shaky. “He didn’t let me talk. He didn’t believe a single word I said. I can’t do anything.”

Grace’s eyes softened, a hint of frustration in them. “Have you tried talking to his friends? Or... I don’t know... doing something? If you really love him, don’t give up. Don’t just let this be the end of it.”

The words felt like a slap in the face, but not in a bad way. You knew Grace wasn’t the type to coddle anyone, but there was something in her voice, something genuine that made you feel like maybe you weren’t as alone as you thought.

“I just want him to be happy,” you said, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. “And if this means... if this means I have to let him go—”

“No,” Grace cut in, her tone firm, no room for argument. “Noah was happy with you. You don’t just throw that away because of some misunderstanding or some stupid argument. You have to do something.”

Her words rang in your ears, echoing louder than you’d like. You didn’t want to fight. You didn’t want to push Noah, not when it seemed like he was done with you. But what if she was right? What if there was something more to say, something more to fight for?

“I don’t know what to do,” you said quietly, your voice breaking. “I’ve tried. I don’t know how to make him believe me.”

Grace stepped closer, her voice dropping to something quieter, more sincere. “You don’t know until you try. But don’t just sit there and let him slip away. You’ll regret it.”

You took a deep breath, the weight of her words pressing on you. Maybe she was right.

"I don't want to regret it," you whispered, almost to yourself.

Grace gave a sharp nod, as if she’d been expecting that answer. “Then do something. If you love him, fight for him. Don’t give up.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You could feel the weight of her words settling on your shoulders, but there was a flicker of hope inside you that had been buried for so long. Maybe there was still a chance. Maybe you could fix things. Maybe this wasn’t the end.

As you turned back to the counter, Grace’s words kept echoing in your mind: Don’t give up.

But how could you fix that mess when it was all your fault?

Noah hadn’t been able to focus on anything since the day you walked away. He felt like he was suffocating, a weight pressing down on his chest that he couldn’t shake off, no matter how many times he tried to breathe through it. He couldn’t bring himself to leave the house most days, his feet heavy as though they were cemented to the floor, each step a battle he couldn’t win.

He spent most of his time in bed, or just leaving the house to drop Luna at daycare and to go take her, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying the last few moments with you over and over again.

When Luna was around, he tried to be strong. He put on a mask of normalcy for her, making sure she had her breakfast, getting her dressed for school, pretending that everything was okay for her sake.

But he felt like he was falling apart a second time.

His heart was fractured, shattered in a way he hadn’t known was possible, and no matter how hard he tried to keep it together, the cracks were starting to show. When Luna asked about you—"Is she coming over today, Daddy?"—his heart twisted. He would force a smile, brushing it off, telling her you were busy or that it would happen soon, but inside, he was dying.

Every time he saw her light up with excitement, every time she innocently mentioned something that reminded him of you, it was like another piece of him was ripped away.

One of the worst things was that this time, somehow, it hurt even more than when Hannah left him.

He hated himself for it. He hated that he couldn’t let go of the anger, of the hurt. He told himself that he was right, that the pictures, the situation with Jason, it all pointed to something he couldn’t ignore.

But at night, when the house was silent and Luna was asleep, he could feel the emptiness gnawing at him. He would lie in bed, wide awake, staring into the dark, his thoughts too loud, his mind too restless. It was the worst kind of silence—the one that stretched on for hours and reminded him of how alone he really was.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten a full meal. He didn’t have an appetite, not after everything that had happened. The fridge was only full of things he knew Luna was going to eat.

He ate when he had to, but it wasn’t the food that kept him alive—it was the idea that somehow, maybe, he could make it through. But every day, he found himself sinking deeper, each minute dragging him further down. He wasn’t sure if he even deserved to be happy. He had pushed you away, let his insecurities and jealousy get the best of him. And now, he was left with nothing.

Had you really cheated on him? Or had something else happened? Did you still love Jason?

He was starting to think that maybe it had all been in his head all along. That maybe he had overreacted. That maybe you had always loved him. That the fear of being left had pushed him to the point of telling you to leave before you could.

He stayed in bed in silence.

No music. No TV. No distractions. It felt wrong to even try to pretend like things were okay. His usual escape—anime, movies, his guitar—none of it seemed to matter anymore. It all felt so meaningless without you in his life.

The only thing that brought any comfort, even if it was fleeting, was Luna’s presence. When she was with him, he could almost forget about the mess he’d created. She had this way of making the world feel smaller, easier to handle, even if just for a little while.

But once she was asleep, it was back to the silence. And with the silence came the thoughts he couldn’t escape. What had he done? Why hadn’t he trusted you? The truth clawed at him every time he closed his eyes, a brutal reminder of the mistake he had made. He had pushed you out of his life, and now all he could do was wonder if it was too late to fix it. Would you even want him back? He didn’t know, and the uncertainty gnawed at him.

His dark circles grew darker. His face looked worn, tired. Even when he forced himself to get up in the mornings, to take Luna to daycare or go through the motions of the day, he could feel the weight of it all dragging him down. No matter what he did, no matter how much he tried to busy himself, there was this hole in his chest that wouldn’t go away. That only you could fill.

And then, there were the dreams. Night after night, he dreamt of you. Sometimes it was sweet—a memory of the two of you laughing, Luna running around in the background, her giggles ringing out or a moment spent together during the night, the feeling of your lips caressing his skin and your hands tracing every single tattoo that covered his body all too real. Other times, it was a nightmare, your face twisted in hurt, the look in your eyes that told him he had destroyed everything. He’d wake up sweating, heart racing, only to realize that none of it was real.

He didn’t know how to fix this. He didn’t know if he could. But as much as he hated to admit it, he knew that he couldn’t keep living in this limbo. The thought of letting you go, of walking away from everything you’d built together, was unbearable. He loved you. He always had. And he hated himself for the way things had turned out.

But how could he fix that mess when it was all his fault?

Noah hadn’t been answering his phone for days, so the guys finally decided to drop by and check on him, but when they knocked on the door, they heard no response.

"I swear if he doesn't open the door I'll break it down." Matt said.

"I'm pretty sure there's no need, King Kong." Folio laughed as he took the copy of the house keys from his pocket.

When they got inside, the whole house seemed was dark and quiet, almost like no one was there.

They found Noah lying in bed, his head buried under a mountain of pillows, his body curled up like he was trying to disappear. The others exchanged uneasy glances, standing awkwardly by the doorway for a moment. None of them knew what to say.

Nicholas was the first to break the silence.

“Dude, you okay?”

No response.

Jolly stepped forward and leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You haven’t answered any of our calls for days, man. What the hell is going on?” He asked with a hint of concern.

They had all seen the pictures that had been posted on Twitter but Noah hadn't said anything about what happened after they returned from the show.

Noah didn’t move. He just stayed there, his face hidden from them.

Matt scratched his head, his face a mix of confusion and worry. “C'mon, man, what happened with Y/N?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” came the muffled reply from under the pillows.

There was a long pause, and the band members just stood there, unsure of how to respond. They weren’t used to seeing Noah like this. Or at least, the last time they'd seen him like this was after Hannah had left. And this was not a good sign.

"C'mon man. Talk to us." Nicholas tried again.

But Noah didn’t even flinch. He just stayed there, his body heavy and unmoving. The silence stretched on.

Finally, Folio spoke again, his voice a little firmer now, but still gentle. “Noah... dude, you can’t just shut us out like this. We are here because we care, okay?"

Noah sighed, a long, tired exhale, and slowly, he pulled his head from under the pillows, just enough for his face to show. His eyes were bloodshot, his skin pale, and he looked... well, he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Go away,” Noah muttered, barely lifting his head off the bed. “I’m fine.”

Matt pointed his hands at him. “Fine? Is this fine? Dude, you look like a zombie."

Nicholas looked over at the others, his face full of worry. “Maybe we should just let him be,” Jolly suggested quietly, clearly out of his depth with how to handle this.

But Folio wasn’t ready to let Noah retreat that easily. He walked over to the bed, sitting down at the edge and looking at him seriously. “Noah, listen. We’re not leaving until you tell us what’s going on. It’s not just about the band. It’s about you. We’re worried, alright?”

Noah didn’t answer. He just closed his eyes and seemed to sink deeper into the bed, his body still tense with whatever weight he was carrying.

“Come on, Noah,” Matt said, “We can’t help you if you won’t talk to us.”

For a moment, it seemed like Noah wasn’t going to say anything. The room felt heavy, filled with tension.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Noah lifted his head, staring at them with a look of exhaustion. “I don’t know what to say. Everything’s messed up, okay? I’m messed up. Y/N left and I- I just wanna rot here now.”

Folio softened, finally understanding the depth of the pain Noah was in. “You’re not messed up, man,” he said quietly, his voice a little more comforting. “What happened?"

Noah looked away, staring at the wall, as if trying to escape his own thoughts. The band stayed quiet, letting him have the space he needed, but not leaving.

“Just... give me some time,” Noah muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not ready to deal with any of it yet.”

"Noah. It's been almost two weeks." Jolly added.

"Well, I obviously need more than two weeks, then."

The guys exchanged a look. They knew they couldn’t force him to open up, but they also knew they wouldn’t give up on him.

“Alright, we’ll give you time,” Nicholas said softly, “but just know we’re here when you’re ready.”

Noah didn't answer, he just sank his head into his pillow again.

"You need help with Luna? Need anything?" Nicholas added.

"It's fine." Noah mumbled.

They lingered for a few more moments, before finally, one by one, they made their way out of the room, leaving Noah to whatever thoughts he had left.

As the door clicked shut behind them, the soft hum of the outside world filled the empty space left between the guys. They stood on the porch, the cold air biting at their skin. There was an uncomfortable silence between them, each of them lost in their own thoughts.

Folio shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, staring down at the ground. "I don’t get it,” he said, shaking his head. “What do you think he meant? ‘Y/N left’... I mean... they were in love. Like... I know her."

Matt shook his head. "Honestly, when I saw those photos, I thought she was cheating on him. Her letting another guy into Noah's house in the middle of the night? What do you think?"

"That’s what I’m saying." Folio’s jaw clenched. “That's impossible. But if Noah won’t give us answers, then I’ll go to the one person who might have them.”

It was just past closing time when Folio parked his car outside the coffee shop, as you locked the door chatting with your colleague—a girl with long, dark hair and sharp eyes. He didn't remember her name.

As he started walking toward you, another figure appeared behind him— a guy with spiked hair, wearing a Sex Pistols t-shirt and black boots.

"Hey, I need to talk to you," the guy said when he reached you, just a moment before he did.

Folio, standing just a few feet away, didn’t wait. He stepped forward, just as the guy did, his voice cutting through the moment with an urgency that mirrored the guy’s.

“We need to talk too,” Folio said, his words almost overlapping with the stranger’s.

When you heard the two guys' voices, you and the other girl turned in unison.

You glanced back and forth between them, confusion flashing across your face. “Um… one at a time, guys,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

The guy with the spiked hair raised an eyebrow but smiled, as if the situation was more amusing than anything. “Well, seems like we’re both in line for a conversation,” he said, glancing at Folio.

Folio didn’t take his eyes off of you. “It’s important,” he said, his voice firm.

"Well, what I have to say is important too."

Then, you looked at the guy with the spiky hair. "Hey! I know you. You punched Jason that day!"

"You did what?" Folio raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, so it was him!" The girl with black hair spoke.

"Yeah. It was me. But hey, he paid me."

There was a brief moment of silence, all eyes on that weird guy, and then, you all spoke at the same time.

"You did what?"

"He paid you?"

"Wait. What the hell are you all talking about?"

The guy grinned. "See? We all need to have a good talk. Is the café still open? I love cakes."

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Why are we even making fierce deity special when legend exists

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You know what in comparison to like the canon gods we met fierce deity is just a 6,3 dude with a big unpractical sword and that’s it

Like that’s literally it the beams it can shoot legend was capable of shoot as young as link to the past lol

Four can shoot beams in four swords adventures

Sky has his beam fancy and called a skyward strike

And in triforce heroes legend has a legit cosplay that guess what …can shoot beams

We don’t need to make the fierce deity feel special because it really really isn’t lol

The windfish can create a whole island on a whim and we know that marin at the very least exists so that cannot just be a dream

Because she is chilling in hyrule warriors very much real looking in my opinion

Fierce deity can’t do that from what I saw of it

Fierce deity just a rat in comparison

Honestly would be hilarious if time was worried about the deity until he realized that the deity is his least worrying problem next to legend

Legend clowned on the deity,���

Just saying the den of trials is not the hardest dungeon he had to deal with

Honestly now that I think about it

Legend might actually be a deity

Like death is no problem because you die in cadence of Hyrule for upgrades and with barely any consequences… like at all

He can shoot beams (which seems to be all you need to be a deity nowadays)

Eats ganon for lunch every other week (or adventure)

Has the fierce deity outfit from an actual trial in hytopia

Interacted with …the windfish and has the ability to wake a god,… and build dungeons in its dream

Saved din and Nayru in the oracle games (farore was there as an easter egg)

Fought onox a non ganondorf evil demon thingy with god like powers who tried to control the concept of time by possessing Nayru, and tried to light the flame of destruction to annihilate the whole world

He could control time and space

Change the seasons on a whim

See the future and met the fates of past, and future in cadence of Hyrule (past let’s you come back to life , future tells you where you have to go )

He has like the golden three

The Windfish

And the fates as friends (or acquaintances but then again the windfish likes him canonically for waking him… the fates kinds are actually helpful)

Like honestly legend probably is more of a god for having the golden Doritos every new adventure for breakfast (he probably carries them after cadence of Hyrule or maybe the fates go out their way to revive him anytime he dies … but it’s probably the Doritos

He wishes on the triforce enough to have it on straight up speed dial

Like… probably literally having it on his hand because everyone gave up on building temples for it when they can just give it to the guy who holds it as often as one holds their tooth brush

If we include the royal blood thing as in the mortal with the blood of the goddess

And him and fable being siblings

Then he should be named legendary hylia and nothing else will be tolerated

Like dude is already named legend

And names hold power and significance

Fierce deity probably is his guard dog

Not because hylia's true reincarnation needs help but because it is the legendary hylia's purse dog Anna fun accessory

While time is freaking out that legend could be off legendary status,… honestly I think that was obvious

I feel so bad for hyrule because how the hell can you possibly even TRY to live up to the legacy of a god like being beyond death and capable of ending world destructive threats and has more godly friends then he has mortal ones

It's like ridiculously unfair lol

The chain has a few deities on their group yet sky is not the god in this scenario

Warriors was making fun of a literal god like being , time, sky , etc. probably realize that while he doesn’t lol

And legend probably doesn’t even know that he is as close to a god as one can possibly be

[pushingdaisies1]

hihi!! i love ur writing it literally makes me kick my legs and twirl my hair its so good!! can you write one for thanos where reader is curious about the drugs hes taking and they ask for one but instead of just handing it over he puts it on his tongue and is all like “come and get it” and they make out 🙂↕️ kind of freaky my bad BUT IVE BEEN THINKING OF THIS

 ➞ ౨ৎ Princesa . . .

― ꒰ PAIRING: Choi Su-Bong (Thanos) x Reader! ꒱ ― ꒰ SUMMARY: Playing with your life to pay off your debts... you didn't expect to make connections so fast. Su-Bong, better known as Thanos, was a pain in your ass. A ear-grating, manipulative, piece of work. But a part of you found his poor attempts of flirting charming. Sure he sucked, but so did you and everyone else here. That's why you were playing these games. Quickly you both had formed a sort of connection after the first game, hell he even remembered your name. Men like Thanos just never knew when to shut up. So, before the second game, you decided to shut - him up. With your lips of course. ꒱ ― ꒰ WARNINGS: Drug usage cause you two r bonding with popping pills!! Gave reader like debt.. reasons? You got crypto scammed, sigh. Also a tad bit suggestive near the end. Other than that.. nothing else <3 ꒱ ― ꒰ AUTHORS NOTE: Tysm!! Yes ofc ohmygod I literally love this request... you are so smarty pants 4 this AGHHH ok ok ok!!! I decided to go in a more headcanon style for this one if that is all alright. If you want to submit for more characters, check out my pinned post right here, ᶻz ꒱

♡ ⦂ You were awoken with bright lights, an uncomfortable mattress, and blaring classical music. Was this what you were signing up for? Your eyes shot open as your head jerked around. Trying to take a look at your current surroundings. The last thing you remember is being knocked out with certain fumes after being picked up in an unmarked van. Did they undress you? You weren't wearing this when you were waiting to be picked up? You cringed at the thought of some random stranger stripping you down, only to change you into this. ♡ ⦂ Crawling down from your bunk, you were met with a sea of people. Bodies, the jackets they adorned wearing a number on their front and back. Counting heads, there had to be at least around four hundred people in here. Specifically four hundred and fifty-six when looking at the flat screen right above the metal dome. It was like a cramped chicken coop. Filled with people either already paranoid or oddly curious about what this all entailed. Some stayed cowering in their beds, while others moved to the middle of the room. ♡ ⦂ People weren't so happy about these accommodations. Players were already complaining, you included. It wasn't shocking that these participants already had questions. But they were all put on pause once the guards started flashing footage of people's faces and debts. Yours was on the lower scale, but it felt humiliating seeing you getting backhanded by the recruiter shown to four hundred strangers. Your face still burned from that. A familiar purple head of hair popped up on the screen. ♡ ⦂ Who couldn't remember a face like that? You remembered watching the show he was featured on. He was cheesy at least. But his vibe was funny and he ran with the whole "Thanos" gimmick. For a competition show, he was painted as a comic relief. You may have not been a diehard fan, but you enjoyed the music he made while competing on the show. You couldn't help but think about the odds of you being stuck here, with him. It is really a small world with people drowning in debt. ♡ ⦂ Amid players questioning what looked to be guards, you started to stare. Reading numbers off of the backs of players in front of you. Standing as a bystander to all of this. Funny thing, so was he. You locked eyes with him entirely on accident. As a mother and son argued, this so-called celebrity was reveling in your eye contact. You tried to look away but he pulled something that made both bile in you rise and your chest get all warm. ♡ ⦂ He flashed you a quick wink. Before shaping his pointer finger and thumb into the heart, puckering up his lips. You brushed the gesture and him off. It was a poor attempt at best. But in such dire and unknown surroundings, you couldn't help but crack a glimpse of a grin. Quickly the guards ushered out player consent forms, which meant people started to line up in single file lines. After that speech the square guard made about second chances nobody seemed to be planning to leave, and neither would you. ♡ ⦂ You easily signed your name down on the paper. Potentially your life away too. This was too sketchy even for you. But maybe you'll have some luck with this game. With the words the guard selectively used, this didn't seem to be so bad. ♡ ⦂ You especially wanted to win, you should be able to pay debts off like nothing once you got out of here. Shoving your hands deep in your pockets you slung yourself back to your bunk. Your best options were to just stay by the sidelines and hope. Hope for what? , well .. anything. Something to quell your already forming boredom. It was like you were watching paint dry, waiting for every player to sign their names down already. You decided to mind your business. ♡ ⦂ You were sat on a lower bed, tugging at the ends of your jacket sleeves. You watched as people in the lines formed talked. Whispers and murmurs with people questioning if the money is all real in between. You passed the time by continuing to count heads. Trying to find maybe other people you recognized.

Trying to find maybe other people you recognized. Hoping deep down none of your closest friends or family got roped into this mess. You felt sympathy for the mother and son arguing in the middle of the crowd, it was a sad display. You focused in and you continued to observe everyone as your mind spun.

♡ ⦂ You were yoinked out of your thoughts when you heard a loud impact against the metal bars atop you. Your eyes widened as you were met with the wide grin of... this guy again? The ends of his hair spiked up almost looking like horns. The purple in his hair was a lot more vibrant up close. It was like staring into the face of a shark. But the fear for you was replaced with interesting intrigue. ♡ ⦂ “Yo senorita, I believe you have not been introduced to me yet..” He remarked with a hand outstretched. “Thanos, but you can just call me your number-one admirer.” Visibly you grimaced, your hands still buried deep within your jacket pockets. His face still held that swagger he carried with him when he walked. But you noticed his eyes wavering just a tad. “No need to be scared of me beautiful. I can't resist not being acquainted with such a pretty face.” ♡ ⦂ “You didn’t seem like the type to use such… nice words.” You replied bluntly with a small smirk. Taking your hand out of your pocket, you shook his hand. It was only a quick couple of seconds of physical contact. His face looked like he took a large and lengthy mental pause. His words sounded hurried as he tried to make a comeback. “Well, I have to be on my best behavior. Seeing such a nice face out and about.” ♡ ⦂ Maybe you’ll humor his advances. Before you could get at least one reply in, he immediately cut you off. “You know you shouldn’t let yourself sulk all by your lonesome. I could keep you company, a cutie like you shouldn’t be sitting away from Thanos.” He boasted, looking proud of his response. You were about to roll your eyes into the back of your head. “Sure, why not? I’m positive your infinity stones will be good enough protection.”

♡ ⦂ He right away took the initiative to show off his rings and painted nails. Each finger resembles the color of said infinity stones. You couldn’t believe he was let alone real. “By the way, that guy.” He pointed to another player. His hair looked somewhat slicked back, standing by one of the bed posts of the bunk beds. Like Thanos on purpose told him to stand there. “Nam-su. A trusted friend of mine. You down for leaving reality and coming into the Thanos experience, princesa?” You cocked your head to the side as if you were examining an in-depth one of a kind art piece. “Uh-huh.” ♡ ⦂ In life, you have to take your chances whenever given them. He was an intimidating sleaze to be associated with. But even the scummiest of people had their little quirks. Especially after he finally asked about your reasons for being a participant in this. “No way, we were scammed by the same guy! We were practically destined to meet.” It seemed like he took every eye roll as initiative. Even trying to include you and another girl, player ‘096’ in the photo every player had to take. This guy just wouldn’t quit it huh? ♡ ⦂ The first game spun your sense of reality. Thank god you weren’t the first to die, that would’ve been embarrassing. What were you even thinking?! Most were able to make it across the finish line. In the hurriedness of the crowd, you noticed a sliver glint. As your eyes trembled, looking over to your far right you saw it. Thanos’s cross, its chain hanging low. In the silence with only shuffling feet and heavy breathing filling it, you could see the top of the cross unlatching open. 

♡ ⦂ You’ve never popped a pill any day of your life. If it wasn’t prescribed pain medication. But god damn did those look good to have right about now. His mood was utterly carefree as soon as he popped one. Hopping and skipping like an energetic bumblebee. Looked like it was at most ecstasy. Your nerves were killing you right now. It was shocking you hadn’t stumbled back in fear yet. But somehow you completed the game, still alive, and needing to calm the fuck down. ♡ ⦂ Once voting came around, you still felt your anxieties swirling. Your debt was too massive for you to back out now. The falling bodies of players loom in the depths of your brain. Guilt ate at the most empathetic parts of you. You could feel everyone who wanted to go home, burning stares into the back of your head. But you’ve seen too much to go back without all that money to your name. It was pointless to back out now. Your vote was met by Thanos immediately and firmly wrapping his arms around you like you were his doll. “You made the right choice beautiful! I was almost worried you were about to betray me.” It felt like both a threat and a sweetly coded warning. ♡ ⦂ You were completely withdrawn from your surroundings. Practically tuning Thanos, Nam-gyu, and Gyeong-su out. The guy seemed like a mega Thanos fan. It made your ears burn. You had a disjointed stare watching as Thanos and the little devil on his shoulder kicked the biggest reason you ended up here, Myun-gi. It was idiotic of you to even buy into that stupid crypto coin, the same coin your ex-boyfriend had insisted on you invested your good money into. ♡ ⦂ Soon he came back to where you and Gyeong-su were sitting. Gyeong-su immediately harped on the older man who had put practically his idol in his place. Practically close enough to snapping Thanos’s neck. Thanos turned to you, tapping a finger to his cheek. “You thinking of kissing it better?” He joked with a wiggle of his brow. Once again, like clockwork, you rolled your eyes. “In your dreams.” You murmured with a sneer. He couldn’t stop himself from laughing. Causing Nam-gyu to only awkwardly chuckle, the guy just didn’t get it.

♡ ⦂ As the glow of the grotesquely large piggy bank illuminated your surroundings, you planned a way to shake down that spikey-haired rapper. You needed to be calm and controlled for the next game. Who knows? , one wrong move and you could be getting gunned down. He seemed easy to persuade enough. You just needed to play into the palm of his hand a little bit more. Then you’d be out of anxiety city. ♡ ⦂ You were able to sleep peacefully at the thought. Quickly morning came around, and the same elegant tune playing rapidly over the speakers. People were already awake or just rising from their beds. You spotted Thanos’s bunk, a lower one in one of the corners of the room, bingo. You had your eye on the prize. You couldn’t slip up on this next game. It wasn’t an option for you or your livelihood. ♡ ⦂ You slinked over stealthily to his bunk. Catch him when he's only now getting out of bed. You saw Nam-gyu looking down into where Thanos was lying. The two were clearly in conversation. But as soon as you walked over he buzzed off. Thanos was only now closing up the locket as you appeared infront of him. You were staring him down, your palms placed right on your hips. ♡ ⦂ “I saw you pop one of those little candies yesterday.” You confronted him about it. He looked at you like you were crazy but decided to play along. “Yeah .. so? They are a Thano guaranteed little boost.” He chuckled as he began to zip his jacket up. The locket still hung low on his chest. He hadn’t slipped it under his jacket or shirt yet. Perfect point to now make your move. ♡ ⦂ “Come on what is it? I’m a big girl.” You persisted as you cornered him deeper into his space. He only seemed purely amused at your ploy. “You know what? , I’ll be nice. Come and get it.” He bragged as a defining clink could be heard from in between your bodies. “It's hard stuff princesa, you may not like it.” He purred as suddenly he plopped a pill on his tongue, mouth wide open ♡ ⦂ Your eyes expanded in shock that he was letting this happen. Were you going to stoop low and make out with a prideful buffoon just so your hands wouldn’t twitch as hard in the next death game? Well yeah, of course you were. It was either your life or a full-body buzz. So you decided to take the ladder. With ease, you cupped his cheeks as your lips landed on his. ♡ ⦂ You were rough with him as soon as he reciprocated. He didn’t hesitate at all as soon as you got closer. The exchange between the both of you was hot… almost purifying. His hands roamed over your body, his fingernails digging into your clothed hips. He was trying to pull you more into him and you didn’t stop it. Teeth clashed against teeth but no one complained. You were practically just reveling in his lips at this point. By all means, he wasn’t a bad kisser at all. ♡ ⦂ After what felt like forever you two parted lips. Hurriedly you were trying to regain your breathing and composure. He looked back at you with the biggest shit-eating look on his face. You had already ingested said pill. Your brain fogging up and your fingertips are all warm and fuzzy. As you slowly composed yourself you felt your shoulder tension ease. He just seemed proud of himself that he finally got to be kissed, by you.

♡ ⦂ You giggled at him as he had his hands against the metal framing of his bed. You plucked the cross and plopped it inside his jacket. The chain rang his neck a little. “You are… a freak.” You purred out while curling a little spike of hair with your finger. Making sure to put emphasis on your words with the role of the tongue. He reveled in how forward you were being right now. He should’ve offered you one of these sooner. “Yeah.. don’t mention it.” He replied after finally regaining his breath. ♡ ⦂ You fixed your attire up, smoothing the sensation in your hands down as you carried your hands down your chest. He tried to fix his pants in time. Before he knew it your hand was locked in his as you dragged him to where all the players stood. Every step you took was with ignorant blissfulness. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Maybe a prick like Thanos wasn’t so bad to be around. 

― ꒰ AUTHORS NOTE: I hope this was okay!! I was really trying to get him to sound as in character-as possible. The ending was a little rushed because Tumblr wasn't saving correctly and it was PISSING me off. Don't be afraid to send a request to my inbox anytime soon! I'm currently working on requests featuring Dae-ho, Myun-gi, Se-mi, and more. Also, tempted to write something individually for the Hwang brothers? That is for future me to decide lmao. But anyway bye for now!!! ^ _ ^ ꒱

[mythicmanuscripts]

The first time Aemond realizes his political marriage could be more than that. Reader and him are in the gardens or library just passing time and they seem genuinely interested in what his favorite flowers, books, and things to do are.

This is such a good idea!! I love this.

Nothing NSFW or explicit here so no cut, enjoy!

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Aemond had always known that one day his parents would make a match for him and he would be forced into that political marriage as part of his duties to his family. Of course he knew this, but that didnt mean that he wasn't unhappy about it. When the day finally came and he was told a match had been made, he just sort of shrugged and asked when the wedding would be.

He was determined to hate you from the very start. He denied all requests to meet you beforehand, wouldnt even answer any letters you sent him. He knew his duty was to marry you and father children and he would do that, but he was determined to not do anything more than that.

This proved to be so much more challenging than he thought. He wasn't expecting you to be kind to him, and he certainly wasn't expecting you to go out of your way to respect his boundaries. That was the first thing that made him pause and reconsider things. He had always thought marriage and intimacy would be akin to what happened to him at the brothel all those years ago. He had assumed his wife would just start it, remove his clothes, tell him what to do, leave the room after and then wait a few weeks to see if an heir had been made. If not, the whole thing would have to happen again.

He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him the first time you showed this unconditional respect and care. He had finally had too much of his mother's demands that he do his duty and so he had you summoned to your marriage chambers, that neither of you actually stay in at this point. You know why he's called you at first, but even so you decide to take things slowly. You cupped his cheek, and then raised your other hand to his face. Aemond was about to recoil, thinking you were about to remove his eyepatch, but then instead you actually fix his eyepatch? You gently unwind the hair that got stuck on the rope of the eyepatch and then pulled it down slightly to fit better around his head, ensuring it wouldnt fall off.

Aemond is speechless. He just stands there in shock, trying to process how you just did something so kind for him without a second thought?

Of course that instant isn't enough for Aemond to change his mind about your marriage just yet, but it's the moment Aemond first considered that you might be different than he expected.

The next time he sees this is a few days later when you're being having to endure some fancy dinner with some rich and utterly insufferable lords to ensure they keep their oaths to the king. You were originally supposed to sit opposite Aemond at the table, but you moved before anyone else arrived and sat down next to him instead. He's confused at first, until one of the lords starts telling a story about his hunting escapades and you lean towards him a bit more, whispering in his ear that there's no way this lord has killed a single animal, nevermind the insane deeds he's going on and on about.

You can see the way the corner's of Aemond's mouth tilt up ever so slightly to form a small, amused smile that he has to try and hide from the lord who still hasn't shut up. The comments slow easily from there, whispering to each other or making gestures only the other could see. Aemond couldnt remember s single thing about the dinner or the plans made by the end of it. He was far too busy whispering to you and listening to your comments.

(Later on, after you have been together for a long time, that whispering to each other so soft you can barely hear a sound becomes something you and him are known for.)

It's after that that he has to begrudgingly accept that you might not be the awful bride he had imagined. At its very best he was hoping for a wife that didnt make his life hell. He in no way expected even the possibility of someone who actually seems to understand him and enjoy his company? For a few weeks he's constantly trying to reel himself back, try to keep up the cold act with you but it was failing quickly.

Interestingly enough, the thing that throws him over the edge is actually overhearing you speak to others? Aemond had been on his own for so long, for his entire life really. Not literally of course, but he was never treated like the other children. He was never given the same care and safety as everyone else. He had just assumed you would be more on his mother's wife than his.

One day he's walking in the castle and hears your voice, then more specifically hears your voice saying his name. He stays hidden against the wall just before the doorway and listens to the rest of the conversation. He's speechless when he hears you tell off someone, reminding them that Aemond is your husband and you will never, ever betray him. He doesn't know what he did to get this loyalty. If he was being completely honest he's ben a useless, lousy husband for the entire duration of his marriage thus far and yet there you are, still defending him despite it all.

Once Aemond realises he may have found confidant in you, then the entire dynamic changes. Everything about how you speak to and about him help him realise that he may finally have someone on his eyes.

The two of you start to have dinner alone most nights in your shared chambers. You're supposed to have dinner, try for an heir and then both go off to your respective private quarters for sleep, but none of that follows dinner for a long time. Instead, you ask Aemond about his day and offer advice and quips alongside letting him complain and rant in a place where he knows his words won't be used against him.

He's never had a bond like that, never had someone he immediately thought of whenever something happened and he wanted to talk about it or complain about it. It stops being about politics after that.

(Sidenote: i do think there could be some angst when Aemond realises he wants more of a true partnership because there will inevitability be a rough period where he wants do desperately to be with you more but also thinks you still just consider the marriage one of politics)

[ajwrks]

—Art of Flirting

thunderclash x gn! human reader

there isn’t many things out there for him 💔. this is about thunderclash trying to get at the reader, but reader has noooo idea who he is. this also might be a littleeeee bit of an x rodimus as well

warning: rodimus being salty

imagine thunderclash sauntering inside swerves bar for the first time on his temporary stay at the lost light, and his optics widening in a fraction of infatuation for the ships dear human

i think that him coming up to you trying to spit game while you have no clue who the hell is his is hilarious to me. i honestly think he’d be more than dumbfounded at your clueless expression as he tries to list off all his accomplishments and the notable reputation he’s established for himself. 

he ignored the attention of mostly everyone just to get to you— and then for you to ask “who are you?” straight to his face

“aw man. its the man of the hour! he's coming straight for us!” swerve marveled at the mere sight of the autobot as he made confident strides towards the bustling bar top. thunderclash in all his charismatic glory, effortlessly slotted himself between you and the vacant barstool, giving you all his undivided attention. “or just coming straight for you… i guess,” swerve grumbled underneath his breath as he resumed wiping cups down. 

“may i know your name?” he asks you sweetly. you offer him a MEAN side eye as you take one final sip of your concoction before fully turning to face this hulking mass of an autobot. you made a puzzled expression as your eyes drink him in. his striking appearance decked out in a few of the brightness colors possible practically blinded you. 

“its y/n…” you answer slowly.

“y/n,” he repeats your name, testing it on his glossa. you straighten as you continue to look at him. 

“since we’re getting names, what’s yours?” thunderclash physically looks taken back at your question. you were even more perplexed to see swerve in your peripheral mirroring the same look— maybe more exaggerated. thunderclash, who is so used to having fans clobber him to death and his name being thrown around by many, utterly shocked. 

“y/n? don’t tell me you don’t know who thunderclash is?!” he exclaims, planting both of his servos on the counter, bewildered. 

“no? should i know who he is?” you laugh off your defensiveness, your eyes flickered between swerve and thunderclash awkwardly. 

thunderclash definitely thought you’d be all “oh i know you! you did this and that and blah blah blah” but it was the exact opposite

he sat there for a good minute trying to get you to “ring a bell” on him and his name. overtime, he saw no change (poor thunderclash) 

he thought if you knew his status, it would expedite the process of trying to get you as equally interested

not to say you weren’t impressed by his accomplishments and… whatever else he did. it was too much to count. at the end of the day, those things can mean nothing. but! you were flattered by his efforts in trying to pursue you, but he had to work for you (as he should) 

thunderclash also made the grave mistake of mentioning you to rodimus…! attempting to get a general idea of your interest due to discovering you and rodimus' close relationship.

“what did you just ask me?” he folded his arms firmly over his chassis, unimpressed. thunderclash released a nervous chuckle. 

“i asked if you could tell me… some of their interests?” rodimus stayed unbearably silent before stepping up to jab a finger into his plating.

“ow! what the hell is up with your chest!? anyway, why are you so concerned with them?” he interrogated, relenting as he took a step back to further bathe thunderclash in his gaze of scrutiny. 

“i find them fascinating— i want to get closer to them,” his faceplates shifted to one akin of being “lovestruck,” rodimus scoffed. 

“how about you ask them yourself since you like them so much,” he sneered, looking away. thunderclash hummed, oblivious to rodimus’ internal conflict with his arising emotions. 

“you’re right. that should be our next topic of discussion,” he said thoughtfully. rodimus perked up at his revelation. well that flopped!

“wait—”

“thank you, rodimus!”

rodimus sulked for the rest of the day like the baby he is

thunderclashes persistence reflected how enamored he was by you, it didn’t take you long to succumb to his endeavor of getting you to go out on a date with him

it went from gifting you the snacks or little trinkets you were fairly fond of, to him stuffing his processor full of your current interest so you could talk to him for hours and listen to your ramblings 

lets just say… he successfully wooed you! #gothunderclash. soon enough, he had you whisked away on a date he thought would be full of enjoyment

don’t worry rodimus will have his time to shine! (i hope) he had no break as he had to sit there, pretending to care about your growing relationship with the legendary autobot as you ranted to him

[fore-seer]

[todayisafridaynight]

[mishy-mashy]

I said this in a whole reblog, but just copy-pasting to a separate post because I think it'll give some reading comprehension and reblogs don't show up in the search feature.. again, I'm reiterating what I said in another post.

Go check out @demidokuriya 's post for this; OP's post made me put this all down in like. 20 minutes. Mind went vroom vroom cuz HEY THEY'RE ONTO SOMETHING.

(They also reblogged the post with some hint to some behind the scenes of what led to the ideas if you wanna check that out)

Look below at how, when Mineta told AFO to spare Tokoyami, AFO specifically went "..."

He remembers Jirou and thinks, The braying howls of the weak...

He was going to take Tokoyami's Quirk. He took Hawks'. But after Mineta pleaded with him, AFO just straight-up left and didn't take anyone else's Quirk.

AFO saw Yoichi in Mineta.

These scenes are near-identical to each other.

Mineta and Yoichi (at that time) are both much smaller than the normal person at their age

They're both hurt, yet dragged themselves up from the ground to throw something at AFO, to get his attention and make their voice

Both are considered weak, even if they have a Quirk (Mineta's Pop-Off and Yoichi's undeveloped Factor)

The fact that Yoichi got AFO's attention here by throwing a can at him, while Mineta got his attention by throwing a Pop-Off ball; and it stuck.

Mineta's call for his attention landed and actually stuck to AFO. This is unlike when Yoichi and his can bounced off, and AFO kicked him, not listening to him; AFO listened to Mineta and left Tokoyami alone, technically doing what Mineta wanted—to not hurt this person.

AFO just went on to hurt more people away from Mineta's [Yoichi's] eyes so the small weakling wouldn't see.

Yoichi and Mineta both cried to AFO to not hurt in his ways, when AFO was intent on stealing people's Quirks

AFO even stole Hawks' Quirk during this time.

He had time to steal Hawks' Quirk, and though he could've tossed him to the side, he let Hawks stand in his way.

He had the energy. Right after this event, he flew off and left the scene. But he didn't go for Tokoyami immediately.

And this let Mineta play his part, and remind AFO of Yoichi.

"A putrid, festering Quirk Factor."

That sounds like Yoichi, AFO.

".. such garbage."

Hey hey hey, what did Yoichi throw at him when they were kids?

A discarded can. Garbage.

This chapter (385) where AFO listens to Mineta is literally called [A Youthful Urge].

Mineta told AFO to take his Pop-Off (hurt him) instead. But last time, AFO hurt Yoichi by kicking him; this time, AFO not only listened to Mineta to not hurt Tokoyami, but didn't touch Mineta at all.

Even though this time, Mineta [Yoichi] offered to take that place of suffering.

Yoichi didn't do that back then. AFO just turned on little Yoichi anyway.

Yoichi through his whole existence is literally [the braying howls of the weak]. AFO acknowledges he's weak and idealistic, yet he still loves him.

Side note about this panel, I think it's interesting that in this vision, this was the first time we saw Yoichi's eyes: when he was being defiant, despite being pushed down by someone much stronger than him.

Really characteristic of him, honestly. Yoichi's soft-spoken and frail, but it's always reiterated that Yoichi had a powerful will against his stronger big brother.

Mineta at this moment reminded him too much of Yoichi, because the two scenes are near-identical to each other. Parallels, really.

Reiterating something from OP's post that I reblogged this from;

"The reminder of his brother made him uncomfortable, so he hurried away."

AFO didn't want to hurt Yoichi again.

[palossssssand]

guys I’m in the trenches. One of these days I have to go make a really long in-depth detailed post about trito and kinoga’s dynamic because it drives me insane and I need to lay it all out. the specifics of it. I have so many thoughts

[ccbatman]

actually so evil how much of hal's internal world gets obliterated with the rewriting of his relationships with jessica and martin.

[puppppppppy]

Atla live action 😐

[unproduciblesmackdown]

among the boundless billions zaniness like laugh track as it definitely has that moment of expressing "rolling my eyes as The Left makes a kerfuffle of Acting like they have a stance as a veneer over the true belief that [xyz] is cool & chill actually" like what, approximate 0.000% chance wendy isn't, as usual, given the Objective Stance of "yeah yeah ohh we are cancelling involved parties talking about how we Don't watch this But. we all love this damn epic movie & already have it memorized so shut the fuck up, kids today" like. don't wanna really delve into how much billions thinks taylor or anyone is "really" trans / nonbinary like not too much benefit of the doubt in this material including what does provide info abt that specifically

& the general like [head in hands. what do you think any of this could possibly be about (you're the one that made your show at all about Power)] of "yes, it's bad/wrong to be someone that someone has done something to / victim of something" like that to be anti misogyny All Women Must Be Epic Winners b/c there's something to be proved: that they don't Deserve to be victims (of misogyny), not taken as a Given. while when we see some epic winner men stepping on other men (who need not all be guaranteed Winners so as to say misogyny is wrong), that's often Good, well beyond any assumption that various forms of basic disrespect / violation / patterns of emergent/entrenched power difference as Bad (for being things done to people, not for there being people they're being done to), & generally billions has to take an extra step when ppl get shitted on & tell us the Specific Cases when it was undeserved actually & someone was being mean to a specific person who didn't deserve that. & the specific cases when hey guess it wasn't that bad(tm) or when hey It's Okay that you're someone something was done to, in this case. & tell us what we were supposed to know all along like when someone who something was being done to (wrong Of Them, whether b/c they inherently deserve it no matter what, &/or b/c they failed to be someone who could make it Impossible to do anything to them, which, how do you do that besides being The Authority / Superior yourself, exactly? nonrhetorically? what if the in group vs out group / fascism / authoritarianism protected Me?) was actually being treated Too Well b/c ah well the abuse meant you were getting any attention, maybe it meant you were claimed as any superior's property, maybe it meant you weren't Already disposed of, as all Losers were in the end, You're Welcome.

obviously referring to winston where it's spelled out all the abuse towards him was deserved, & More than he deserved in the case of rian having more access & taking advantage of that, all for billions' enjoying its own sendoff there of, again, maximizing violation & violence short of [real violence is physical & leaves bruises / draws blood / Literally kills] which would be distasteful in general But doesn't it make wags look like the winner & winston the loser is that the former's completely unrelated completely impersonal ego blow gets way amplified taken out on winston, the most vulnerable recurring character when spyros as [first & ultimate Everyone Hates Him role] is more entrenched in there & billions still magnanimously pities tuk, as it does winston too, just not quite as much. again that like completely surface level realized power fantasy of forcing the mirror up to the Inferior so they're like nooo my inferiorityyyy & in doing so like, the projection in that lmao, we get it re: the valuing of & need(tm) for such Power Tripping & Reaffirming My Superiority & My Ego Restored; Everyone Claps like good god. & then for all ben & tuk are the slightly softer Two Too Nice Boys duo to the rian & winston quant duo, also like too nice i guess but not as much, ben is in charge of tuk but Any instance of rian being in charge of winston outstrips them in that "yay interpersonal abuse" dynamic, like then in the end billions may be like "yeah it's possible to be mean to them unlike how being mean to winston is actually Nice b/c he deserves everything he gets, we only vicariously enjoy it vs Feeling Bad for tuk & ben sometimes (still magnanimously & it's Not That Bad / just goofin)" like ben & tuk still Fail by not being people it's impossible to do anything to. & not Exceptions who anyone is really being Too Mean to. like if they were women, in which case, no problem surely with a "positive" kind of victim blaming where there is something Inherent that Will be victimized so hey how about to cancel that out there's this special Paternal Protection you Need always, Or Else? :) but instead they are men who are asian & is ben gay & w/tuk & winston nobody mentions glasses or fatness but billions doesn't really do much or very in depth textual mentioning of Anything, even w/nonzero mention that there may be gender & race in this world. a gay man, once. no disability. we just Know who are the inferiors who deserve it when they're treated inferiorly, or if they don't, they start deserving it when they fail to stop/avoid it, but if you start mentioning the factors behind who we all totally agree is inferior like whoa nobody was Saying any of that? being the real agent of oppression on the basis of the factors only You spelled out, much? nonbinary? i never say anything about the Gender Binary when i'm subscribing to it, sounds like You've created & enforced it. obfuscation & deflection onto [so Just Normal nobody has to label, explain, or argue it] couldn't serve a purpose & protect the existing power differences as they are. maybe You're the problem? perhaps you brought it upon yourself & now you're causing too much trouble standing up for yourself while everyone else's criticism is laser focused on you as the prior & continuing negative actions done to you are taken as a given / unquestioned / covertly protected to overtly encouraged?

anyway so wild if the Completely Normal(tm) Victim Blaming is uncritically recreated & oft embraced for "if you're watching this & don't wish you were axe / find him appealing" [billions as a sequence of vicarious power trips] purposes in this series....but a bit wild considering like this is your multiseason show that wasn't just purporting to be those power trips for [enough demographic & apparently specific personal tastes overlap w/creators] & was at all purporting to question the matters of power at play in the material, or yknow, at least to not be completely superficial material while said material is textually & thematically all about power difference being leveraged, how, the consequences, & so on. thus i will have to intermittently talk about it forever like this like lord unbelievable. & the funny little & sometimes less funny less little characters it has trapped in there so that those of us who were never meant to be in the audience can be cursed with this knowledge. like i have some feedback. "imagine not victim blaming" & "imagine adjusting your perspective can go beyond superficial layers added to politely defer to some other ppl while they're present but really like cmon do they deserve that. am i not just saying what we're allll thinking"

[satoriberry]

tha terf paradox of promoting acceptance of oneself's biological nature and not changing it for societal ideologies but then turning around and criticizing any person that has a different perception of their biological nature that doesn't immediately enter the "male or female" binary hmmm,,,,

[quietwingsinthesky]

the thing about millie is that this plays out one of three ways for them. either she never figures out she’s trans and that’s gonna be an unknown that sticks as a knife in her gut for her whole life until she dies because she never even realizes it’s an option. OR. he does realize it. and then either he never does anything to transition aside from go “I’m a guy now fuck off” or he does it instantly via whatever supernatural shit he’s got available to him with zero regard for the consequences.

but i know he doesn’t want to transition. he doesn’t, he won’t. there’s too much vulnerability in it. you don’t get a cocoon, you know, you don’t have something protecting you while you sort yourself out. and that’s so much more terrifying to him than any benefits of the slow and steady process of physically transitioning could get him. so he just wouldn’t do it, unless he could snap his fingers and have it happen in the blink of an eye.

[rainingincale]

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