#oh well the parts work better together so im not separating them

[cuz-reasons]

Summary: Emmet gets a visitor. Ingo catches Akari.

Hope you buds wanted a long chapter cuz thats what you're getting

[polaris-daydreams]

(my) baby likes it messy

pairing : andrew “pope” cody x reader 

warnings : HEAVY SMUT ❗❗masochism, tiddy fucking, blowjob, rough facefucking, tip kissing, dacryphilia, choking, spit in mouth, swallowing spit, shared cum eating, pussy spanking, condescending degradation, begging, pussy eating, mutual masturbation, multiple orgasms, pressing on wounds, fighting, slapping, punching, manhandling, blood, injuries, sadism, breeding kink, cumming inside, switch!dynamics, angst, hurt/comfort, implication of that 1 line from baz to pope :(. pet names used : kiddo, kid, baby, sweet baby, pretty baby, sweet thing, daddy, mommy. DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18 ❗❗

summary : part 2 to this. Where you and pope use play fighting (and fucking) to talk about your feelings instead. read part 3 & part 4

w/c : 4.2k (WHEW this was a beast to write !!)

a/n : 2nd time writing smut but i was still rly struggling bcs i had so many diff scenarios typed out separately that it was difficult to piece them all tgr and make them work. i'm super nervous about this :") a lot of ppl were looking forward to pt 2 so im realllly hoping i did pope justice and that its satisfactory for yall <3. gif credits: @ozarkthedog. divider credits: @cafekitsune. writing prompt credits: @loveisanimaginarydagger3000 @urfriendlywriter. pretty please leave comments or rambles in reblogs <33 so i know how well i did :))

“You really wanna do this now kiddo?” Pope breathes out in disbelief.

“Why not? We always agreed the play fighting was okay. Let out stress n’ whatnot.” You play with the ring on your hand, as if what you were asking of Pope was completely normal.

Pope shakes the towel in his hair, the water droplets flying in every which way. His ribs a splotchy canvas with bruised purple.

“You want me, right now,” he makes his way over, leaning against the bathroom doorframe. “To fight and fuck you while I’m completely naked and you’re only wearing panties and my shirt?”

“Hey, you said it yourself. Told me you’d fuck me face down in your bed. Wouldn't stop giving it to me even if I begged … what was it again? Oh, right. Even if I begged sweetly.”

Pope stares at you with a tired expression. The kind where you’ve had to put up with your spouse’s antics for the 15th year in a row. Except that wasn’t a luxury you guys had together, with the two of you coming to terms with your feelings only when he got back from prison. So his eyes soften at the edges even when you talk back to him.

“Come onnn Pope, you know the whole family’s gone tonight. No ones gonna care that you're chasing and fighting me while butt ass naked.” You stand up and walk towards him.

“Kid, I really think you don't know what you're getting yourself into.” Pope meets you halfway, hands naturally finding your waist.

He thinks he should steal a kiss from you. What else can he think about when you look up at him like that and pout your lips?

His thoughts drift away when you do, his hands falling as you turn, walking away with your back towards him.

He frowns.

“Well, I guess I better find J then. M’sure he’s not too busy for me.”

The frown turns into a scowl.

“Dont fuckin’ say shit like that, kid.”

You spin around easily, your (his) big shirt flowing with the movement. Clasping your hands behind you and rocking on your heels,

“Why? Since you only talk a big game, I’ll just find someone else who can really fuck me good. Cum in me reallll deep a-”

You turn quickly, anticipating Pope surging towards you, you dash across the room and just barely manage to grip the edge of the glass door when Pope’s body slams into the back of you. The impact of his body and his hand landing on the glass, rocks you towards it. You're unable to stop your temple from thudding against it. Pope’s hand is keeping a tight grip on the edge, his warm body caging you in. You can feel his cock just barely touching your ass, his chest contracting and expanding from jealousy. 

But none of those are what scares you.

What scares you is when he gently tips your chin upwards, angling your face to him. Keeps his thumb caressing your cheekbone, as he plants the softest kiss on your temple. The same place you got hit.

He takes away his touch, just enough to put his forehead to yours.

“That’s the only time I’m being soft with you tonight, baby.” He mutters against your lips.

Then, all traces of that softness is gone as Pope bends down and hauls you over his shoulder, holding you by the waist. You slap and scratch at his back, scraping your sharp manicured nails along his injuries. You feel a shudder shake his body, but you’re certain it was more from pleasure than pain.

He puts you down on the floor in front of the bedpost, making sure to land you ass first to cushion your fall as he crawls his way over your body.

You kick at his frame, landing hits on his bruised ribs. You’d almost feel bad but his hard cock tells you he’s enjoying all of this. 

Pope catches your ankle when you're kicking at him, dragging your whole body down easily with one strong arm. He sits on your legs to keep them down, you pull yourself up just for him to quickly crawl up the length of your body, bunching up your (his) black shirt to expose your tits. Pope lets you slap him around, even lets you land one on his face. Groaning deep in his chest, he finally makes his way up, straddling just below your chest. His knees are on either side of your boobs as he squeezes them together with his hands.

Leaning his face closer, giving you easier access to slap and punch as he draws back his hips, then shoves his hard cock back in between the valley of your tits squished together.

“This is fucking humiliating Pope, I hate you.” You whine out, embarrassed.

“Oh sweet baby, you don't even know what's waiting’ for you if ya think this is even close to humiliation.”

Pope looks down at you with an evil smirk, fresh blood appearing on his face from your fighting.

He distances his face from you, so that your blows hit his stomach and chest instead.

You see his abs ripple as you rake your claws down, red lines following your trail.

“Shit, kid c'mon, play a little nicer yeah? Why don’t you stick out that pretty tongue of yours. Give my tip some attention, yeah?”

Pope tilts his head when you remain defiant. Biting down on your lips to drive the point home.

“It’s like that huh kid? Alright, I only wanted you to nurse the tip. But since you wanna be that way, I’ll just make you take me whole.”

Pope barely finishes the last word before parting your lips forcefully with his hand, the force of it making your teeth catch on your lips, tearing apart the delicate skin. 

His gaze falls to the blood escaping your lips. He holds his cock in one hand, tapping it against your soft lips before swiping his tip over the leaking blood. There's a dark twinkle in his eyes, then he lets go of his cock, opting to place both his hands in your hair before sheathing himself into you.

You choke on it as his cock buries deep in your throat. Pope hisses as the warmth of your throat envelopes him. He draws back his hips until just the head is still inside, then bucks his hips forward again.

He maintains this pattern, speeding up when he sees tears escape and fall down your gorgeous face.

“Awh pretty baby. Is my baby crying, yeah? Crying cause I’m so fuckin’ deep in her?. Can my baby not take it, me using, oh fuck, using her like a cocksleeve?”

“You look so pretty like that kiddo. Look soo fuckin' good swallowing my cock and crying. Fuck, you crying all over my cock makes me so much more harder.”

With your eyes glossed over, you squeeze down aimlessly on his chest.

“Oh, sh-shit, yeah do that again c’mon kid press down on my ribs.”

You oblige, Pope making himself fit in the warmth of your throat one last time as his body bends forward from the high. His abs constrict, forehead banging against the bedpost as he milks himself into your mouth.

“Fuckkking hell kid, you're so good to me.”

He pants over you, pushing against the bedpost with his hand to reel back on his heels.

Fuck, you look so gorgeous like this.

The tip of his cock resting on your lips.

Your mouth filled to the brim with his cum.

Tears staining the path down your face.

Glossy eyes looking up at him.

Pope grabs his still hard cock, swiping it across your bottom lip, smearing cum all over you like it's lipstick.

“Give it one last suck kiddo. Wouldn't want to waste a drop would we?”

You listen this time.

Putting your soft lips over his head, you suck on it like a lollipop, swirling your tongue around it once before it leaves your mouth with “pop!”. You place a gentle kiss on the tip, making Pope’s eyes soften.

He guesses he’ll indulge you this one time (it's a lie, he’ll keep being soft with you no matter how jealous you make him, how hard you hit him.)

Pope smooshes your cheeks by grabbing your jaw, and you already know what he’s doing to you, giving to you.

So you stick out your cum-filled tongue, letting him spit in your mouth.

He shuffles down your body, his hips meeting yours as he brings his face down to yours. Cradling the side of your face, he kisses you slow. Presses his tongue inside, tasting his own cum as he makes out with you. Its sloppy and messy. 

“Swallow.” Pope whispers against your lips, still kissing and licking.

The both of you swallow at the same time, sharing the cum.

His forehead is pressed against yours when he asks softly,

“Still up for playing?”

Dark eyes shining at your cock-drunk nod and smile.

Pope waits for you to start the round, lessens his body weight on you.

You take the chance to shove him with all your might, getting him to topple to the side. You rise quickly, trying to steady your wobbly legs. Your footsteps stomp on the floor until you feel him gripping the back of your hair, but your arm is already reeling backwards. The sound of your fist connecting to Pope’s nose makes a sickening crunch. Blood splatters onto the bedsheets as his body bends that way. 

Not stopping, you drag him by the collar, hooking your leg behind his knee and throwing him to the bed using your whole body. Clambering on top of him once he hits the soft mattress.

You reel your right hand back to land another punch.

But Pope smiles.

Blood dripping out of his nose down to his lips.

Caused by a punch from you.

Yet he still looks at you like you hung the moon.

You falter, your hand still mid air.

That's enough for Pope.

He’s bigger, faster so he reverses your positions easily.

His left hand pushing down on the back of your head, smooshing your cheeks to the mattress. He kneels on the back of your legs, the whole of his body weight pinning you down. Your hands reach out behind you, clawing and slapping his arms. He groans as you draw blood. His knees slipping off of you for just a second, still caging you in between his legs, but his body weight isn't on you anymore. You take the chance to raise your hips, his hand still holding your head down.

But you’ve walked right into his plan.

Pope sneaks his right hand between your legs, stopping it right in front of your panties, as he grinds his cock down into your ass.

“Oh, f-fuck”

You stutter as the force pushes you deeper against his fingers. Legs clamping closed to stop his fingers from circling your pussy through the panties.

Pope lets out a dark chuckle.

“C’mon kiddo, don’t you wanna play with me?”

He brings his face closer, peppering open-mouthed kisses along your spine. Leaves a trail of blood up to your neck. His voice is husky when he speaks in your neck.

“I know you wanna, c’mon spread those legs f’me. Let me make you feel good, let me play with your pretty pussy yeah?”

You try to shake your head, muttering out weak “no”s.

Pope just tuts disapprovingly, using his knees to spread your legs apart himself. Your chest falls forward, so you’re ass up face down. 

“Mm no baby? Baby doesn’t want her pretty pussy played with, s’that right?”

He tears your panties in one swift motion, shoves two fingers deep easily from how wet you are.

A soundless scream escapes you from how sudden the intrusion is.

“Then why's the greedy little thing justtt sucking my fingers in huh? Y’hear that kiddo, fuck you’re absolutely  gushing ‘round me.”

He starts grinding his hard cock against your propped up ass again, the force making his finger go deeper and deeper.

Your soft “uh, uh, uh”s fill the room along with the obscene slick sounds.

“Damn kid, could probably just slip inside that pretty pussy with how wet you are. Maybe I should add another yeah?”

He does just that, and uses his thumb to draw circles around your clit at the same time.

You cry out, trashing against his hold. It's all too much. Him grinding against your ass. Three fingers reaching that spot he knows makes you crazy. The deep, slow circles putting pressure on your clit, just the way he knows you like it.

“S’too m-much, too much ple-pleasee I can’t.”

“Oh? S’too much?” Condescension drips like honey from his lips as he mocks your high pitched pleas.

“Or maybe I heard wrong. Maybe y’said you wanted more please? Well when you beg for more so nicely, 'course you can have more, kiddo.” 

He takes out his fingers, and you think he finally takes pity on you.

Until Pope slams the entirety of his thick cock into you, with one motion he’s buried to the hilt. You wail, tears blurring your vision and making a mess of your face.

“Fuckkkkk, Goddamn kid your pussy’s made for me. Greedy little thing just sucked me in, fuck me.”

You choke on your crying, drool escaping the side of your mouth. 

You feel Pope repeating a brutal rhythm, pulling out till the last inch of his cock, then diving back in.

“Sweet thing, what happened to all that back talking hm?

Garbled moans and high pitched whines are the only thing escaping your lips. 

Pope sighs with mock disappointment, before reaching the hand that's not pinning your head, down between your thighs.

Spank! 

Your body jolts, electricity shocks travelling everywhere.

“Asked you a question, kiddo.”

Pope’s voice doesn’t falter a bit, even when you're a drooly, dazed mess.

“M’sorry,” you sniffle between your words, “M’sorry Andrew, won’t … won’t do it again. Can’t take it, please.”

“Yeah? S’that true? You’re sorry Andrew? N’ what’re you sorry for sweet thing? C’mon use your big girl words, kiddo. Know you can spit it out.”

“Won’t, fuck, won’t talk about others fucking m-me better. Jus’ missed you m’sorry, I can’t, plea .. please Andrew, can’t take anymore.”

“Can’t take it?”

Pope leans over you, his chest to your back.

Places bloody kisses to your jawline.

“You can.”

Bites the shell of your ear.

“You will.”

 

He’s quiet. You notice his energy is different tonight. A different quiet. His jaw tense, shoulders hunched over. His hands gripping the nightstand edge. It's one of those nights, you realise. Ones where you’re breaking him and piecing back the pieces together again.

You stand up from the bed, carefully making your way to him. Gently cupping his jaw with your hands, tilting his head back up to look at you.

“Wanna play with me?” You whisper to the dead of night. Tracing the cuts on his cheekbones with your thumbs.

His gaze bores into you. Hurt swimming around in his irises. Leaning into your touch, letting his walls fall down just for you. Eyes flutter close. It's serene for a moment. He takes in a deep inhale, slowly reveals his pretty eyes to you again as the air leaves his lungs.

“Yeah, I wanna play.”

You let a small smile quirk up at the corner of your lips. Not to tease, no. For letting you do this to him. For him.

Dropping your forehead to his, bumping the tip of your nose with his bloody one.

The two of you inhale at the same time, sharing the air in that intimate moment.

Then, you take your time reeling back from him.

Hands falling from his jaw.

Just so you can land a slap to Pope’s left cheek.

The sound of contact reverberates throughout the room, his head whipping to the right.

His chest is heaving when he brings his face back to you.

Puppy dog eyes staring into your soul.

“Harder, please.”

You smack his left cheek again, more force behind it as Pope’s body moves with the turn of his head.

He doesn't get a word in when he turns back, your hand already reeling back to land the hardest slap up until that point. 

Pope groans, a dribble of blood escaping past his lips.

You grip his jaw, ignoring the whine when your fingers dig into the sore spot of his cheek. Then, you surge your lips forward, shoving your tongue in his mouth, tasting his blood.

The close proximity makes Pope grind his hips into you, hands wandering to your hips.

You pull away when you feel his bulge.

“Are you getting off from the pain? You fucking whore.”

Pope frantically shakes his head, hands gripping your hips harder.

“No, no ‘m not. Just wanted t’feel you please.”

You pull him by the neck, walking backwards till you feel the bed behind you. Then, you put your leg between his, kicking the back his knee to make him kneel, the other knee following suit.

Allowing his hands to wander, trailing up and down the back of your exposed thighs.

You undress yourself, throwing the fabrics to the side until it's just your panties and thigh highs.

You tilt your head, 

“Help me take them off?” You sweetly ask Pope, as if you were asking him to pass the salt.

Pope listens quickly, tugs down your underwear. You’re left in his favourite thigh highs to see on you. They're frilly, white with a pink trim and a pink bow. There's a metal heart charm that dangles in the middle of the bow. Spelt out “Pope” if anyone got close enough to see. (nobody has, and nobody ever will.)

You take a seat on the edge of the bed, leaning back a tiny bit, your hands spread behind you for support.

Spreading your legs just enough to show Pope how wet you are for him. You see his throat bob as he swallows, hands fidgeting on his lap, like he’s barely restraining himself from just taking what he wants from you.

“Want you …” you trail off as you slowly rub your clothed foot uppp and downnn Pope’s thigh.

“Wan’ you to jerk off using my panties. Want you to make me feel good while you're doing it.” You emphasise your point by digging into the sore skin of his cheeks, skin splitting open with blood.

“Go on.”

Pope pulls you towards him, places your thighs atop his broad shoulders, and dives in.

Fuck, he’s eager.

His tongue licks broad stripes, from the bottom to the top. Shoving his tongue deep into you, sucking at your clit like he’s sucking a honeycomb. Shit, Pope thinks he might be from how fucking saccharine you taste. 

He keeps his eyes locked on you the whole time. Grips the meat of your thighs as you writhe in pleasure. He hungrily flicks his tongue, angling his head to get deeper, lick harder. He’s hyper fixated on you. Your reactions. The pattern in which your chest heaves, the way you bite your lip, the furrow in your brow. 

But Pope thinks the best part is how you sound. Like a fuckin’ angel leading him to salvation. All the while pushing and slapping him around. That’s alright, Pope thinks to himself. He’d let you shoot him if it meant bringing you pleasure.

Pope lets go of your left thigh, a red mark starting to blossom from how hard he was gripping. He brings the hand down, taking your cute panties and wrapping them around his cock.

You slowly part your legs, exposing the dripping, obscene sight to Pope.

Sighing as you start fingering yourself, slow and deep with two fingers. 

“You're … you're so mean Pope. Making me treat you like a dog when all I wanted was you to split me open on your big fat cock.” You pout your lips mockingly, fingers picking up the pace.

“S’not enough you know. You know it's never enough. My fingers can’t fill me up the way your big cock does. Can't reach those spots that make me see stars.” You grind your hips, taking your fingers deeper.

“Just want you in me. Want you to cum deep inside. Wan’ you to put a baby in me.”

Pope stills his movement.

He’s so still that it makes you pause too, thinking he wants to stop the round.

Wincing slightly as you take out your fingers.

“Pope you oka-”

“You mean that?”

You blink. 

Pope’s voice is so incredibly small. His eyes, so pained when he looks up at you. Like you're giving him false hope.

“Hey.”

You quickly scoot down to him, planting yourself on his lap. Slowly, you move away the fabric in his hand, careful not to add any friction. Interlocking your messy fingers with his. You bring a clean hand to his cheek, Pope nuzzling into it.

Wrapping his other arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him. He makes himself smaller so he can rest his face in your neck. Using you like a shield.

“Baz said no one would want that.”

You run the hand that he was nuzzling into, through his messy curls while he explains.

“Wouldn’t want that with me.”

Oh, how your heart breaks.

“I want that, with you.”

You lead your interlocked hands to your stomach.

“Want you to give me a baby, right here.”

Pope emerges from his hiding spot in your neck.

Fuck, he looks like he’s about to break apart at the seams.

Puts his forehead to yours, breaths mingling.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I do. I know that I wanna start a family with you. One where we’ll learn not to be like the others before us. A happy family, with pure unconditional love. And I know you're the only person I want to share that with.”

Pope exhales shakily, before meeting your lips.

Not rushed.

Not intense.

Just a firm reminder that you’re here, you’re real.

He slowly takes his cock again, lines it up with your entrance as you delicately lower yourself on it. The two of you still sharing sweet kisses. He wraps your legs around him and carries you up onto the bed. Placing you down carefully, then sitting on his knees in between your thighs.

Just stares at you for a few seconds, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he takes his eyes off of you.

His eyes travel down to your thigh highs, they’ve shifted down to just slightly above your knees now from all the movement.

Pope’s fingers wrap around the small metal charm with his name on it, traces the tiny letters. 

Smoothing his hands over to the top of your things, to the underside of your knees. He lifts them, pecking the charms before pushing down, down, making the top of your thighs meet the soft bed as Pope bends down to chase your lips again. Your legs are spread wide in the full nelson position.

“Gonna move now okay? Gonna put a baby in you.”

It's romantic.

It's a promise.

Pope grinds slow and deep, curving his hips to hit that angle. He’s so thick and big, that it knocks the air out your lungs every time he pushes back in to just barely graze a kiss on your cervix. You don’t need air, you think. Not when Pope is giving you oxygen as he whispers in between kissing you.

“You feel that? Yeah that's me in there, kid.”

He lets go of your thigh briefly to guide your hand, down to the bulge in your stomach where his cock is.

“Gonna give you our kid. Gonna give my kid a little kiddo, yeah?”

“You'd like that right? Giving my pretty baby a baby of her own. Of our own. Our happy little family.”

“Wanna make you a mommy. You want that? You want that with me? Wanna make me a daddy, yeah?”

Your thighs shake, your back arching and pushing you closer to Pope’s chest. Your insides clamp down on his cock like a vice when you cum. It all makes Pope dizzy with desire. 

“C’mon then, c’mon let me do it. Let me take care of you. Let daddy make you a mommy. Fuck, please. Please make me a daddy. I’ll be so good, I promise. Oh, I need it, need you. Please, please please ‘m so close oh fuck.”

Pope’s entire body tenses up, a wave washes over him as his eyes roll to the back of his skull. His forehead lands on yours.

He cries, chanting “I love you”s against your lips. The devotion slips past your mouth, making its way down to your pounding heart.

Pope gently lets you thighs drop back down, but the two of you stay intertwined for a while longer. 

He tiredly shifts the two of you on your side, your back to his chest. His nose resting in your hair. His arms protectively wrap around your stomach. 

You place your hands over his, fidgeting with his fingers.

“I hope it’s a girl.”

Pope breaks through the veil of silence after what seems like forever.

You quirk your lips into a smile, eyes fluttering open.

“Yeah, then she’ll grow up right before your eyes. Asking why your name’s so weird, then in no time she’ll be telling you her boy problems at school.”

Pope laughs. He laughs.

Not the empty one. Not the crazed, I’m-about-to-snap laugh.

Pope lets the genuine melody fall from his lips, blessing your ears with the warmth emitting from it.

All from the thought of starting his own family. With you.

a/n : this is my longest fic to date but i had to take out a good chunk, lemme know if yall wanna see it expanded upon (its pope having reader in a headlock based on this gifset, same one i used as inspo for the positions). prettyyy please leave comments or rambles in your reblogs, even if its just in tags. i'm so nervous abt this fic so i srsly hope to see ppl enjoying it :").

no pressure tags for beloved mooties/fellow pope enjoyers from pt1 : @erwinsvow @callsign-fangirl @mangonom @nyheartbreak @xngxlstuff @paintlavillered @awkwardpersonsthings

[tallymali]

I've been reading your recent posts with interest as I've noticed a prevailing trend in certain areas of the manosphere I mistakenly stumble into when I should really be going outside and being human...

There's a trend to hector men into rejecting porn (amongst other degenerate activities) and to join 'men's groups', often referred to as 'wolfpacks', to put their energies into fitness, strength, working on their testerone levels, wearing uniforms, marching together, unifying and ideally getting into fights with anyone they- or rather their 'betters'- deem as lesser (you can figure out who, I'm sure)... oh, and winning those fights, that's always talked about as if it's inevitable

They seem to prey on young men feeling messy/shameful about their porn use and then turning them into malleable proud little fascists... sorry, wolves... who enjoy finding excuses to physically manhandle and abuse non-conformists and outliers (of whatever gender)... not that this is sexual, you understand, it's about imposing order and reinforcing 'our values' through hands on force

Might is right, perceived weakness needs crushing out of existence... in part, it seems, because recreational images of dicks and cunts and arseholes and pro-creative consensual sex are deemed obscene, weakening, unmasculine and wrong

seeing men getting into stuff like this in worryingly large numbers is one of the things that honestly makes it very clear to me that women have an established movement that is critical of society’s gender norms, while men dont. im not saying misogyny is over or that women have some huge privilege here. its just very clear that a larger proportion of women..have some degree of critical thought about what we should value outside of how society perceives us. we have tangibly changed a lot for ourselves over the last 100 years. we know the standard is not fixed. its not perfect, many women are still falling down fascist pipelines, and there are strains of feminism that i think are VERY regressive. but we are at least familiar with the fact that our roles have changed.

but the men..oof a lot of them really do not know how to separate their self worth from how others perceive their masculinity. i dont think they even really know that those are two different things. and ive posted about it before but “masculinity” is a deliberately hazy and moving target. nobody can really define it. but they are THRASHING in desperation to achieve it. ultimately i dont think men as a group have ever really been well equipped to deal with insecurity, we are just now in an era of panopticon level social media use and self obsession. none of us should be thinking about ourselves this much honestly.

something that fascinates me as an outsider is how much this standard of masculinity seems like..not really linked to adulthood? none of these dudes want to be well adjusted adults with any degree of emotional maturity or tangible self sufficiency. they dont want to stop being little boys. they want to just uh. not be women, i guess. they consider it manly to never have to do general adult life maintenance stuff like cooking and cleaning. peak masculinity is when you dont know how to work a washing machine so a woman does it for you. remarkably infantilising of themselves actually. and when all this results in no improvement in self esteem AND women are repulsed by the way they’re acting like children..they double down? they really seem to believe in some sort of nobility of suffering. as if once they’ve hit rock bottom of insecurity and loneliness they’ll loop back around and finally be rewarded. and when that inevitably doesnt happen then its obviously the fault of whatever scapegoat minority they’ve latched onto hating.

[antrylis]

✨Looks To The Moon✨ [1/2]

Where do I even start with that ? Oh, yeah. It’s not done just yet (if that wasn’t obvious enough).

Though, I won’t have the opportunity to work on it for a while, so I figured I might as well share the progress.

Obviously, I’m missing the water; and an outside — as well as a few other things I’ll mention somewhere below (along with closeups and way too many details, as always).

If you don’t care about any of that, you could still check up my silly little FP there !

Lots, lots of things to talk about here…

(Structure first, feel free to skip to the first actual close up if you consider that as boring.)

First of all, here is an edited version of the first pic, with water :

Looks much better already. And although it might prove complicated, I have a plan. Sort of. Because Lego has this really cool, transparent blue piece which they produced a lot of : folding garage doors. They’re everywhere on firefighter sets, and they’re really wide. With a few tricks, they might work.

As for the outside, well…I’m not there just yet. I’ll try to cover it up with some Iterator-esque pattern, I suppose.

I’m also missing a scug ! I absolutely want one, and given how I chose to represent the scene, it won’t be Saint nor Spears (shame). Rivulet is really tempting, but it might make too much blue; currently, my choice might be on Monk, to have sufficient contrast (and Monk is cute). Though I might change that, depending on how much small yellow pieces I have.

Now, before talking about the inside, let’s take a peek at the outside :

Here it is (back side, specifically). It’s a bit of mess because of the technics im using — which I’ll come to in just a seconds — but I also find it oddly fitting with the Iterators theme. The blacks on each sides are holding the cube together, and the technic bars in the middle are ensuring everything is held together — and also compensating for the weight of the top plate, kind of like how I did with my Carrion MOC a while back.

Anyway, the Technic™️.

The one thing which I find striking in Iterators cans is the tiling (14x14 from my last count), and it’s not that easy to replicate through Lego. Either you have no gap at all, and you use only the tiles’ grove as a separation (which, here, is way too small) or you make them very far apart, which looks terrible here). However, my tiling technic here is (not entirely mine) usually something you’d see to make floors, especially castels.

Here, I have three layers : the dark grey layer, which is the base; the light gray, which is the tiles; and, in between, I have a layer of black dots forming a grid diagonally to the first layer, on which the tiles are placed. This diagonality explains why, on the pic above, my plates have so much spiky edges, and which I have to use this whole complicated system to hold everything together.

Of course, it gets worse ! Because the cans are not perfect cubes, the edges are bevelled. And so I bevelled. Now, with all these intricacies, there was no way any regular connection would keep these edges in place. You can also spot what I used instead, which is an awful lot of ball and socket joints (mixel style). Incredibly useful, those pieces.

Anyway, enough boring structural details, here come the fun part !

Small things first, here is a comparison of the first vs final design for the neuron flies :

I’m really glad I actually managed to do that — they’re an important element, and the conception had me worried for a little bit.

The first design is, in my opinion, the best one can make at this scale. Slight issue : it’s not actually physically possible to make it hold together. After a lot of different iterations (ah !) I’m came up with the design on the right. It’s a bit more square, but it has a distinct head and floppy tails, which was all I was asking for. Obviously, the two tooth pieces I’m using are hardly held at all (using a mod 1x1 joint piece). There’s also, behind, a white dot with a hole, which ensures that these can be connected to the background via the long, transparent bars. Wasn’t easy to stick them without breaking them, and there’s no way I’m touching these now.

Her. She is the central piece of my MOC after all. It took me a while to figure out the design (mostly the head), but I’m glad of how it turned out. It’s not perfect, of course, but I feel like it works well, both scale-wise and color wise. And there’s only one (two) illegal connections, for the antennas which I’m making using hands. It’s very tempting to draw her a face — I’ll probably consider it, at some point.

The arm behind is also relatively good, with loose cables hanging from it. Once again, ball and socket joints are here to save the day; although I do feel like some parts of it are a little bulky, and it doesn’t drop down low enough…

Additional details, the piles of debris.

It’s…really difficult to make debris which don’t look purpose, and aren’t simply horrendous to look at. I tried to keep some grey tones, but also incorporated some brown, because it does actually bring some well needed contrast to the whole scene; and a few plants.

Speaking of plants, I’m no really liking these vines hanging from the ceiling (much thinner and darker in game), but as far as my expertise go, I dont see another way to get them here — and if there’s nothing at all, the whole piece suddenly gets really dull. Of course, there’s also the gap in the ceiling, with cables falling out; this, I will add more details to later on — and I have the hope to get a proper light source to go through it and act as a sun which will fall directly on my small LttM.

To conclude, here are final views of it, from further away, and with a brick separator from scale. It does look quite flimsy, doesn’t it ?

Oh, and, well. I’ve been messing with Dots recently. Figured this was worth including as a footer (probably on of the first achievements I unlocked — poor Moon~).

[voltaridylla]

What are you headcanons concerning Bebe's parents? We don't have proper names for them, do we? How'd you imagine they met and what their relationship is like. How that influenced Bebe and her relationship with them of course.

OKAY IM SO SAD BECAUSE I HAD DRAWINGS OF THEM BUT I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE PAGE WHEN I WAS HALF ASLEEP 😭 anyways. A lot of this is based purely on speculation and my own thoughts from episodes like Bebe’s Boobs, Spoiled Whore and TFBW !! I was desperate to yap about this so I’m happy hehe.

-They’re both unnamed so I decided to call them: Elanore Stevens and Justin Bonetti. Elanore is typical Welsh, Irish, French and German ancestry while Justin is Italian American. Basing this purely on vibes.

-Elanore Stevens is the matriarch. Justin took on her name when they got married. Basing this on the throw away line « Stevens women are very smart. » I just think it implies that it’s HER side of the family not her dads.

-I don’t have a story of how they met but I think it would be funny if they were college or highschool sweet hearts. Elanore had a few boyfriends while Elanore was Justin’s first or second proper relationship. Based on dynamics? what I have in mind is: Elanore is the main provider while Justin is a stay at home dad. In the FBW he is seen at home washing dishes (quote unquote traditionally ‘women’s’ roles.) For example, she’s the one who has the final say, makes the plans and is particular about every detail - while Justin is happy to help where he can, be the person she can wind down with and he gives her the needed massages.

-With that in mind, I think she works as a hair dresser. There’s something about her vibe that SCREAMS hairdresser to me - partially because back in my home country all of the hairdressers looked and dressed like her lmfao. It would also explain why Bebe’s curly hair is well taken care of - this will overlap with another point in a bit.

-I think while yes Mrs Stevens is a ditz, a bit dotty. I think she’s more on the social side, she attends all of the town’s meetings takes part in their demonstrations/protests so this could parallel her and Bebe’s need for being perceived as ‘better’ than they actually are. Bebe saw her mother making such a point about showing their faces to every event, even if she didn’t care about it. She’d converse with the other mothers and yet none of them invited her to sit with them (this is me noticing how all of the moms in the later seasons never have her around. It’s probably not deep but it works for my headcanons lol.) It’s all for show and it’s why Bebe grows up with this NEED to have control in how she’s viewed.

-Bebe gets her romantic heart from her mother too, they’d rent romcoms and watch them together. Elanore has terrible relationship advice, a bit more on the traditional side, perhaps because heartbreak isn’t nice and she doesn’t want her daughter having to go through so much searching. She’d say things like “oh he’s just a boy, they all make mistakes” and the likes and in turn this does explain a reason for why Clyde and Bebe are stuck together.

-So back to the hairstylist point - I took this from @kennys-parka-jacket’s headcanon list because I think the idea is really sweet. For years Bebe tried to separate herself from her mother, viewing her as kind of stupid and unintelligent, but as she gets older they do get closer or at least form a bond. Bebe goes to her hair salon and in PC - Bebe wears similar makeup to her mom, it would be cute if they bond over the more mundane things, like fashion, celebrity gossip, shoes and makeup and that’s where they really get on.

-As for her dad: Justin and Bebe are very close. With the line at the end of Spoiled Whore being “from now on you’ll dress like a little girl.” There’s something about it that says to me he would be a positive male role in Bebe’s life since we see how she’s been objectified and that could damage just about anyones self perception. Maybe it’s odd and I don’t want to sound weird but I think he would value his daughter wanting to not care about appearances just based on that line. To be a ‘little girl’ and I can see her and her dad having a close bond and being the figure she goes to after a bad break up. Justin and Bebe talk too, he would be the one to know about Bebe’s friend groups, the drama and he’d do his best to at least give advice.

-I can see Elanore ranting as well to Justin about why Bebe only ever seems to go to him over her but that’s just an idea that came to mind as I’m typing.

A lot of this centres around Bebe’s mom but I hope you like some of these rambles !!! I wish they’d get more screen-time in the show since with the crumbs we have it’s really intriguing to me.

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Hii!! I’m the anon who asked if u had an ao3, and I’m sooo glad I can have all your fics in one PDF thank u so much 🙏 I can quickly pressed the download button so fast. youre genuinely one of my fav anakin fic writers in the entire galaxy (far far away). Your writing is so so gorgeous and complex, and it just feels soooo real—how each person has their own depth—so much thought is put into every word and how it’s framed.

I just read your latest fic, Separated, and my god I SOBBED. It was SO good. I was listening to sad songs too, to get more into the mood, and it made me cry even harder. My heart just dropped out of my body when Reader and Anakin were saying their last words towards each other through the call: they were so emotionally close but so physically far from each other. How they were imagining a different life where everything was more softer and happier, that living handle their souls more gently, when in reality one was killing her, and the other was walking towards a path of destruction? AARAAGGH IM GOING CRAZY WITH YOUR WRITING (COMPLIMENT). I can’t wait to see the second part and how you plan to execute the follow up.

Btw. Do you have any tips on how you can finish writing stories? You write so much and it’s all such high quality. How do you do it? I have so many ideas but I never actually commit to it. I have this idea where Reader is also on par with Anakin’s skills as a mechanic except she gets extreme motion sickness, which I think would be so funny considering she’s good at building ships but not flying them.

(I really hope you’re okay with me posting this I know your first message was sent anonymously so I wasn’t sure but if you’re not definitely just let me know and I’ll get rid of it) but Oh my god I sobbed reading this 😭. Genuinely this is the biggest compliment I’ve ever received and it means so much to me I’m positively overflowing right now and a little upset I cannot find the words to properly express how much this means to me. I already go back through some of the messages Ive received periodically as a little pick-me-up but I already know this one will be revisited weekly it just means so much to me the way you’ve picked up on everything I’ve tried so hard to do well in my writing making the dialog and situations and characters feel real and complex and messy ugghhhhh I love you so much this means the world 🫶🏻

As far as writing tips for finishing stories I have many cause it’s definitely something I struggle with all the time lol! I’d say the biggest thing for me is to focus on just getting something down rather than finishing a certain work. At any one time I have four or five word documents open on my computer because I’m regularly only writing a scene or a piece of dialog or literally just an idea. A lot of the time I get halfway through something and decide I hate it but keep it there anyways. What usually ends up happening though is I take ideas or scenes from all the different pieces and drop them into my “main story” if I think they fit well so it all works out in the end but just writing (even if it’s not related even remotely to what you feel like you “should” write) is ultimately what’s important.

I also regularly skip around when I’m writing. I find I like writing the big plot points or bits of dialogue the most so a lot of the time I write those first then fill in the gaps later. Finishing a story is a lot less daunting when you already have all of the big pieces in place and just need a few tiny bridges to bring everything together.

Lastly I would say again just get something down on the paper. I’ve written a lot of really bad stuff lol and sometimes I can feel it while I’m writing it and there’s a part of me that wants to just delete it and start over but having the ideas down on the page is always 100% better than having nothing and editing the crap out of what you already have is way easier than starting over from scratch.

Anyways that’s probably way more than what you wanted lol but I really hope it helps! I think just remember this is supposed to be fun, if you’re getting frustration or exasperation out of it more than anything totally feel free to take a step back. I’m known to go MIA for months at a time cause I have periods where I just am not feeling it and forcing myself through it does nothing for anyone.

Seriously though thank you thank you thank you I’m so absolutely overjoyed that you like my writing enough to want to keep it in any form it means the absolute world to me! Also good luck with your potential fic! Tag me if/when you finish it! I’ve been wanting to do a mechanic reader fic forever but never gotten far enough into actually planning it out to start writing anything so I’d love to see your take on it

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Hi...if you don't mind me asking, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Hi! Thanks for your ask! This is a good question, and this is my first ask so don’t apologize! Currently my mains are

Dazai/Chuuya aka Soukoku from BSD, I really like their dynamic, just the familiarity they had when they came on screen for the first time together. I think Bungou is really well execute though, so S2 showing that they still can come together and pretty much treat each other the same way / exasperation with no heat? And then the light novels are soo helpful too! I really think they’re sweet for each other, and I just think that’s neat! Plus there’s so much to unpack with their relationship! Yeah Chuuya wasn’t happy when Dazai left, but did he really resent him for it? Did he take it personally? What are they going to do now? All they do whenever they’re together is their best to protect each other.

Gojo Satoru / Geto Suguru from Jujutsu Kaisen, the tragedy! Oh man! It took me a bit to get on board with this, but I’m in for life now. It was the “My six eyes tell me your Geto but my soul knows otherwise.” I haven’t looked back. Gojo so shamelessly admitted that and Geto fighting back? They actually remind me a lot of Soukoku, with the obvious being Gojo = Dazai and Geto = Chuuya, but also Gojo was the one who got left just like Chuuya. So much went wrong for these two when it didn’t have to! If Geto had just took the time to explain, if he didn’t stubbornly try to rationalize his mistake, if Gojo had not taken Geto’s words at face value, if he’d’ve pushed a little more. I really love the impact they had in each other. Geto is the reason Gojo pushes for a better future for young sorcerers (does not seem like it’s going that well) and Gojo was the reason Geto wanted to make the world a better place for sorcerers.

Sun Jing / Qiu Tong from Tamen De Gushi (Their Story), a Chinese manhua. The story is just so cute, innocent, and straight forward. No screwing around, misunderstandings, annoying drama, etc.

Galo / Lio from Promare - this movie was so good! These two are really cute! I’m gonna say they’re semi-canon …

Hua Cheng / Xie Lian Heaven Official’s Blessing. Tragic characters when separated but together work towards their best future! Love it.

Cheng Xiaoshi / Lu Guan from Link Click I watched this on a whim and was so impressed by the characters and story! Im super interested to see where their relationship will take them, especially after what’s been revealed in S2, which I’m still reeling from! I am eagerly waiting for season 3!

I’m curious about yours now! What would you say yours are?

Honorable Mentions in no particular order below the cut

Yeong-sin and Seo-bi from Kingdom (kdrama) even though they don’t interact much, them being the only two survivors of the zombie epidemic in Jiyulheon is really what sets them a part for me although anytime they’re around others they act like they don’t know each oher.

TodoDeku was super cute in a very innocent kind of way. I liked that Todoroki was the first person who wasn’t Izuku’s friend who to saw his potential and see him as competition. I haven’t followed My Hero since S4 tho.

Yoruichi / Soi Fon Bleach; I felt Soi Fon’s devastation, to be joined at the hip and devoted and then abandoned and left behind. Yoruichi is merciless, she didn’t gaf lol.

Speed / Trixie sealed in by the 2008 Speed Racer live actions. They were crazy in the anime.

Astrid / Hiccup from the HTTYD film franchise, what a power couple.

Nancy / Edward from Enchanted, they are wasted by Disney but they’re oh so cute!

Aurora / Phillip from Sleeping Beauty, they are also wasted by Disney.

Goku/Chichi Dragon Ball, Chichi is wasted by Akira.

Steve / Bucky too, from Captain America, the way Steve was constantly ready to raise hell for Bucky got me. I pretend anything Phase 3 and after didn’t happen.

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@glupiypryanik THIS IS FOR YOU (n also a great excuse to info dump about my babies)

so i have technically 5 OC worlds (minus dnd characters), i say technically 5 because i post like 4 of them here??? the other one is mainly written so i dont have a lot of art of them. but i also have ideas for how id love to present these worlds in the future..... like making some into shows or comics (i probably wont ever do that bc time but one can dream)

im ganna cover them one world at a time from least to most info??? i think?? its a long one.... much longer than i thought.... (i might just keep adding as characters get more info n stuff)

Nova & Circus (doesn't have an actual name yet) :

Nova and circus are roommates n live in a world which is like a near future with lots of built up places heavily based on cities like Tokyo, Seoul, New York and LA in there too. very entertainment industry heavy. Nova is an Idol (i specifically draw from the aesthetics of J-pop idols and a little from K-pop idols) she is very busy all the time which leads to her being very tired when shes not doing work. she also very much enjoys her work and is relatively popular. Circus is a streamer but does like live radio type streams, he used to be a DJ and producer before he started his own thing and now he also helps produce some of Novas music. hes much better at doing his own thing and he doesnt work well with like strict schedules and such. do they have to live together? no, they both make more than enough to live separately and be pretty well off. are they living together because they are dating? maybe but dating is taken very seriously within the Idol scene and it could cause problems for both of them if they were dating, which they are definitely not doing (/s)

Heavens Finest :

oh Delilah. Heaven in this universe isn't somewhere for the dead but more so a place for angels, these angels have a normal working society where everyone is delegated jobs. Delilah was delegated the job of a guardian angel, guardian angels in this universe are the beings that give you a sense of safety, they are the beings that give you the impulse to look before crossing the road or to watch your step. Delilah is horrifically bad at this (partially on purpose). everyone Delilah is sent to keep safe dies within 2-3 business days because she's either gotten to work late or was far too preoccupied doing literally anything else than her job. however shes also the queen of weaponised incompetence, every time her boss threatens to move her to another sector she happily reminds them that she will screw up anything, anywhere, anytime and out of pure fear theyve had to keep her on. as Delilahs story continues her boss gives her an ultimatum: If the next person she guards dies within a week they will let her go. Delilah happily accepts however what she doesnt realise is that shes been assigned the stupidest yet seemingly invincible guy who just. wont. die. her story evolves from her passively letting people die to her straight up trying to kill this guy within a week.

Bp&I :

this universe is a pretty normal modern world filled with halloween monsters. Skeletons, ghosts, vampires, werewolves, think of any classic scary monster n they are here. the main groups (the biggest groups) are: werewolves, vampires, skeletons, witches, zombies, demons, ghosts, sirens and ogres. sometimes (like a 1/1000 chance) a monster can have a seconds supernatural ability, these can be anything from turning invisible to being able to speak to cats. this universe exists alongside our own, for some this is their afterlife and for others our universe is a source of food (especially for vampires and sirens). another big part of this universe are the Fighting Tournaments. every month has a tournament on the last week of the month. these tournaments consist of one race (eg: an entire vampire tournament, an entire ghost tournament so on so on) this is primarily to do with the fact that some races are less or more effected by other races (eg: ghosts cant really be touched by non ghosts unless the ghost puts energy into being a physical thing and this also effects them using objects and such or vampires are more vulnerable to things like fire but demons are immune). these tornaments give non ranked fighters the ability to enter the ranked places. once a year their is a 'Ranked only' tournament which takes place over most of the month where the top 10 from each race compete to take each others rank. Rank 0s are the highest ranks and essentially run the world. Bloodpact is a vampire who also has the supernatural ability of a necromancer, shes able to bring back people she has drank from to act as undead slaves. Bp holds the 3rd spot within the vampire ranks, shes known for having an energetic and deeply chaotic personality and fighting style. her main weapon is a harley quin-esque hammer. Ink could not be further from Bp if they tried. Bp essentially picked Ink of the street to be their mentor. Ink is a ghost with the ability to shapeshift and has always wanted to be a high rank fighter after waking up here after dying. Ink is extremely chill n mildly worried about Bps caffeine addiction.

tbt the best way i can describe these two is 'Autism n ADHD solidarity' Bp may be Inks mentor but i think ink is objectively more responsible. Bp does also have a manager to keep her (and now Ink) on track in their activities.

The Bastards :

the name sounds mean but trust me they deserve it.

this story takes place on a planet which is made up of a single planet which is mainly desert but has some very large interconnected cities and towns within large bubble like structures which create almost fake environments. they can produce different types of weather and grow crops within them. however people do live outside of these bubbles, in the desert areas. this is a modern fantasy-esque space setting (a lot ik) think like Coruscant from star wars mixed with the envoriment in the Darling in the Franxx enviroment. large pockets of perfect land and infrastructure held within localised stationary domes the capability to mimic different enviroments and weather.

this is a rough idea of what its probably laid out like:

the agriculture domes are the least populated, dominated by fields and farms. these farms are able to produce most types of vegetation and can produce enough food for the vast majority of the planet.

main cities and sub cities have very high population densities (like i said think coruscant) minor cities are like the usual cities we have (think new york and london) the towns are less dense more like large sub urbs.

the smallest domes are either villages or business quarters.

the small red cubes/rectangles are settlements outside of the domes, these houses may seem to be of lower quality than the ones in the dome but theyre just much older and built for the desert conditions.

there is one main intergalactic ship dock far from the main urban areas however some of the outer dome settlements have their own landing zones for their own ships or to get deliveries

talon lives outside of the domes, he and his dad run a ranch with a focus in raising and breeding the older more traditional native breeds.

Heartstopper lives in the main city in a relatively nice penthouse gifted to her by her parents before they disowned her

cat scratch lives in the main city in a dingy basement apartment in the....not so nice parts of the main city Cat Scratch, Talon and Heartstopper all despise each other.

(arrows pointing to someone is why they hate the person its pointing to, it was just far easier to put into a diagram.)

all three of them have become bounty hunters due to life circumstances and had a pretty bad kill on sight mentality towards each other however one day they are essentially arrested and given the choice to either go to jail for the rest of their lives or become a unit to fight more dangerous crime groups. as much as they all hate each other they all hated the idea of prison more.

now these characters are supposed to be bad people however i wanted to build them in a way that gave them stories which are just bad life circumstances or events and essentially what would happen if people neglect the fact that they are deeply effected by these things and continue to bottle it up and ignore it instead of... yk.... going to therapy. just keep this in mind as i explain them.

Cat Scratch was orphaned at a very young age, never stayed in one place for long and was always bouncing homes or families. all this contributed to them harbouring a pretty strong hatred towards the world, they blamed other people their entire life, never trusted anyone and became just very violent as an outcome. as previously mentioned they were bullied during school pretty heavily by talon n his group of goons TM which onl;y made this worse as she then had to physically fight these people. as they grew up they met new people, they met heartstopper (though she wasnt heartstopper then) and a guy who they both fell for. cat scratch believed they should have him and they did get him eventually even if it did destroy their friendship with heartstopper and required a few extra steps. this didnt last long however and eventually Cat Scratch had to make it by themselves... again. they turned to bounty hunting as it was profitable enough to keep them off the streets and... a good way to get some anger out...even if it was pretty violent.

Heartstopper had a pretty good upbringing, her family was upper class and were relatively wealthy and yes maybe she had to fight for attention sometimes between her and her multiple siblings but it was never bad. she always had a knack for lying though, just little white lies here and there and pocketing a couple small things here and there (only a stick of gum or a lipstick here and there). she grew up got a good education, great grades and eventually a good job with even better money and met new people. she met cat scratch and a guy they both fell for. heartstopper knew they both had the same feeling but he obviously chose her and she hoped that cat scratch understood that. a little bit later and they were engaged and happy. only what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life became the beginning of the end. he never turned up. not only did he never turn up but no less than a week later sensitive private images, videos, messages were suddenly not so private. the emails to her work, the lies within these emails lined with sensitive content were the final straw. her family had turned their backs on her, her job had let her go and frankly she had nothing else. these things were her life. she had no money, no life and no aspirations so she said fuck it and became a bounty hunter... a much less violent one but a snake in long grass type. if lies were so easily spread about her, then why not everyone else.

Talon would tell you he had a normal upbringing, he didnt. hid mother left when he was very young and has only ever lived with his dad on their ranch. talons dad isnt exactly a good person, pretty horrible honestly, a notorious bigot but talon didnt see that at the end of the day he was his dad and that was all he had. par a few animals and his bird, rogue, obviously. talon knew he was different. not really because of his physical appearance, horns n tails were rather common at his school but inwardly he was conscious about something. it annoyed him when he saw people who were seemingly comfortable in their skin and cat scratch was one of them. it annoyed him that they would walk around as if they had nothing to lose, how theyd look at others with disgust as if they felt like they were above others. one day he and his friends, admittedly, got a little too rough. turned out this cat has much sharper claws than they thought. the next thing talon was aware of was lightning like pain stemming from his spine and the fact that it ceased as soon as he screamed in pain as if they realised he was awake and stopped. after the pain he realised he couldnt notice anything else, he couldnt see anything else. later hed be told his eyesight was unrecoverable and that his previously tan complexion and brunette hair were now stark white and his horns and spines a silver colour. as shit as it is to loose your eyes you get used to it, you find other means of navigating, for talon it was rogue. like a guide bird if you will. she even helped with using firearms, some things were off the table but if he could set up a place to camp out rogue helped with aiming and guiding him on where to shoot through sound or touch. as talon grew up he learned to ignore the feeling that he was different, as his dad grew old he took on more responsibilities around the ranch and just didnt have time to think about it anymore. money got tight a couple times and talon decided he needed to pick up a side hustle... a bounty hunter would probably make just enough.

as the story of the bastards develops they learn to trust and understand each other. they learn that at the end of the day theres not much they can do except to strive to be better.

key story moments include cat scratch almost dying due to their own reckless behaviour and having to trust the other members to not let them die and thank them for helping when they could have let them die on the mission, heartstopper fully breaking down on a mission and admits that she barely knows who she is anymore after the others confront her on her lying and manipulation of other people leading to her having to revaluate her life and open up to those around her and talon finally finds out why hes always felt different after meeting cyrus and falling pretty horrifically in love with him over the course of a short stay during a mission and having to recon with the fact that this could destroy everything hes ever known and being backed by the others in accepting himself and what he wants.

these guys are little shits but they get better n i love them, they are definitely the most in depth characters i have along with being the most depressing but i enjoy playing with the nature vs nurture aspect of terrible people yk and how some of them can get better if they only had good friends and/or therapy (dont worry i will send these idiots to therapy once theyve finished their main stories)

if you got this far heres a pic of one of my cats :3

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[01zfan]

Hello! I just wanted to express my emotions.

I’ve recently stopped fics but your fics are so nice because it’s both freaky but has various genres too. I recently read see you around, the last part, and I remembered how talented writers could be here.

There are times that I would be frustrated with open endings but I want to give appreciation to how you wrote part 3.

The symbolism of March and its weather really set the tone well. Anton’s action matching the weather really made us think he is committed to being cold… if that’s what it takes to keep reader around so be it. And seeing reader suffer in her own way as consequences of her actions is justifiable. What makes this poetic is how you subtly gave hints of their relationship. While Anton might be distant, it’s not as if reader doesn’t mean much to him. And I think the subtle hints and his usual “shadow” over her was what made this poetic.

I need to appreciate open endings more but sometimes, a girl just needs her fix immediately! Hahah. But, open endings are open to interpretation. And here’s mine.

Anton is not ready to move on but feels as if that’s the choice he’s only offered with. While reader has flipped the table and is now yearning for him.

Syndey Rose’s song “We Hug Now” has this popular lyric that I feel would resonate with Anton and Reader’s situation.

“I had a feeling you got everything you wanted, and you’re not wasting time stuck here with me. You’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened, the world ended when it happened to me.” —and I think that sums up their status quo.

She, who was once prepared to leave at any moment, yearns to have what they once had… for a longer period. To me, Anton’s VERY small acts of dedication are prime examples of patterns and habits being difficult to break free from, while I may say it’s an act of love NOW, but because it’s an open ending, unless reader doesn’t take herself out of that situation and feed into Anton’s “reflexes”, then that act of love would soon turn into mundane-pilot-mode-acts. No sincerity, just familiarity. No love, they’re just… tolerating each other.

Lastly, I say, give him time. Give them both time.

When you cut through cold, it breaks it. When you give it time to melt, it stays together but without its hard shell, just clear crystal water now. Water can’t separate.

wow. first of all thank you for reading my fic and liking it so much to send me this. like this is the most in depth thing anyone has ever said about my work and im so freaking honored like OH MY GOSHHHHH THANK YOUUUU. i really try to make my fics freaky (LMFAO) but also engaging too heh.

i really liked your interpretation! i normally like closed endings but an open one for see you around fits so much better for their dynamic and the narrative as a whole. i really wanted it to be hopeful but also that it could go the other way. i never thought about the possibility of antons actions turning into acts of familiarity rather than acts of adoration or love. you added a whole other layer to the story seriously! anton acting with self preservation while the reader is trying to “cope” with the yearning and also reaching more towards anton but STILLLLL being stubborn. ugh i love it!

i think their story could truly go either way thank you for seeing that with me🫂

[earlysunshines]

"I love you when we only have a few minutes together" UARGH THAT HURT omg I missed you </3

aahdg that this tension the stolen glances hnm the way your write about the all the memories and emotions coming back hnmnm

alas this answer may feel broken cause i've been reading it separately on work breaks and just noting down what I want to say so sorry in advance jshssk but this one.. has been on my mind all day

OH first meet scene waitup

LIKEURGH THIS you know what you do and I love to read it, i don't remember the word but you said it on that dani fic but this thing minji says is "I hope this seat isnt taken" it being the same saying from the past, like it is a cherished memorie for minji too aaakshrgrhj

like the way you put some light angst "(there were more nights that stung.)" udggdjlet them be happy 😭😭

ok, talking this as a whole i love this build up where they are becoming obvious to others but not themselves like the interaction in front of cameras, the longing interactions, hanni pointing it out something even the bunnies noticed, it start to become too casual for them because they did it on the past but all this tension together aaaa🧍🧍

love that hanni is being the intermediator (?) like knowing her im sure she is observing it all and would even plot something with danielle cause they are like that

DONT omg not the throwback in memories nightmare dream idk

ok so, as someone who unhealthy does this shutting down emotions too I know very well how it bottles up, and having someone who can read you easily is.. scary. the anxiety of worrying them too? yeah it feels different being the one to read about it but it is a food talk

"her touch is softer now, more tender, more vulnerable"AHGR😭😭🤸🤸🏃🚶

im so happy you made this little part about the members seeing minji n yn and they explaining it all after aurgrh omg this one made my heart ache

really liked this one, as always, all the unspoken tension the longing the light angst, it all being kinda a fated thing, ah 😮‍💨😮‍💨good. all your pining ones have a special place to my heart cause it makes me wanna do flips all over from excitement

yeah I think that's it, have a good weekend ahead! :) 🫶

-🤟anon!

YAYAYAYAYYYYY I LOVE YOUR REAPONSES KM YIPPPEEE YIPPEPEE

lowk i nibbled w this one i think i did better w emotions this time i mean i tried?-?:!2

and don’t worry if your responses seem this or that i just love them regardless💔💔💔💔😿😿😿😿lock in at work!!

yes i loooove giving reader and member deja vu they’re never gonna know peace god bless and idk i tried so hard to make it angsty but my best angsty fic is prob the dani one LOL

RIGHT hanni is the median and then it’s another. one of those everyone knows it but them type tropes and UGH they’re so in love i need to die

i also bottle things up 😭😭i fear… anyways that’s not important yes han and dani always plotting don’t ever let them out of sight yes yes and the members getting a whole story time was not originally in plan but it fit so i added it

i liked writing this one bc it was like idk a lot of emotion but that also made it hard to write bc i’m not good w non fluff things bc i have to start thinking a lil hard and i have like five braincells rn my neurons don’t even work correctly like

THANK YOU FOR THE REPSINSE I ALWAYS LOOK FORWAD TO YOURS😭😭😭I LOBBB thank u have a great weekend!!!

[fob4ever]

pete, patrick & andy on elvis duran 3.24.23

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one time during a snl performance they were jumping around so much that it shook all the snl sets because they didnt know they were all connected lol

patrick talks about early days fob, how he never expected fob to be anything more than a side project for pete & andy bc they were in bigger bands at the time. he didnt even expect it to last the summer!

andy: “i can see into the future so i knew.”

interview: “[when touring] do you keep away from each other or spend a ton of time together?” andy: “all of that. seriously. we know when to stay away, we still hang out, we go to movies together, we get food together but also have our separate time.”

patrick talks about how it took a while to understand anger/frustration of people in the band “it’s like, ‘is pete mad at me?’ no! he’s frustrated with something.” talks about how theres not a lot of leaving the room and going “what was up with HIM???” anymore. “you know what everybody’s feeling, it’s kind of intuitive now.”

pete likes how genre-less music is nowadays

interviewer asks if pete gets opinions from his kids re: fob music. pete: “they give a lot of feedback, in general. [...] i don't take all of their advice, i don't let them a&r all of the songs, but they're pretty good at it.”

patrick does a johnny carson impression (bc andy quoted a line from a skit.. cute)

patrick talks about feeling like an older brother/”parental” when ppl injure themselves at shows now “i hope they’re okay! don’t break something!”

patrick: “i think i sleep so much less now than i ever used to... with kids, and i'm a little bit of a workaholic so when im not on stage im doing other things. i need to relax a bit i think.”

patrick [on working with neal avron again]: “it's like going back to your childhood home, but now you can drink.”

pete talks about how nihilism can be paralyzing for him, and how he sometimes doesn’t want to do anything because of it, but he feels that “life is short, so you gotta do a lot of stuff, you gotta make friends, do crazy things, make art... you just have to do things, and that’s important.”

patrick: “that was a heavy answer!”

pete: “life lessons are not meant to be [p&p in unison] light...”

interviewer asks how joe is! patrick: “he's good. i talked to him yesterday. i think its tough for him because he knows that he has to do it, but then he also hates not being here. it's difficult for him but he needed it. i think it's great to check in with him because he's just so excited to get back to it.” joe <3

interviewer asks about social media, and how it affects them because their radio station can get a bad tweet/review and it affects them badly, how does fob deal with it?  

patrick: “i left. that's one of the reasons why i left. it just became this wild place for a little while [...] i'm also one of those people [that puts] it all into music, so i can't really communicate through other things."

pete pulls his sleeve down over his hand to sneeze into it. i just thought it was endearing lol

pete is pro-tiktok. he likes that people takes it and makes it their own through remixes/memes 

suddenly! someone’s phone goes off. their ringtone is “fake out”. patrick gets SO excited he cuts the interviewer off mid question- “is that someone’s ringtone?! that makes me so happy! :D” he talks about how he never knows how the new stuff is going to be recieved so hearing it as someone’s ringtone made him super happy :D

AI talk in music (this kills the man --> me)

patrick: "i will say that if a song doesn't go over really well, and it's really hard to sing, i'm like: 'we don't HAAAVE to do that one, right?!'"

patrick: "we made [folie a deux] with neal avron and it was very experimental and we were pushing things and seeing what we could do, but we as a band at that time were very fractured and all over the place... i had this wanderlust to get back in the studio with [neal] now, because we are a such different band of people at this point. we get on so much better, we communicate better- both interpersonally and musically, so i was like, 'i would like to see that again'. [...] andy, you said it was like 'superpowers' we all have superpowers now. so i feel like the sound of this record is really just us actualised as us, at the height of our power.” (they say that last bit together : ) )

pete: “this is a record where we were able to realize that, 'oh! guitars are happening, and there's this fest happening in vegas, mgk, all these things...' and my friend was like, 'you guys should just do swgd part 2!' and i remember thinking, 'we absolutely have to NOT do that.' but we've got to do something that's adjacent, something that reminds everyone of fall out boy and i think with this record we've blended all of the eras of fall out boy together.”

[m1d-45]

mans ruthless and only gets the way his master taught him how to be, just with a tad more shame and guilt

(what I mean by that it's that it's a emotional and social reset)

elaborate please

uh thoughts to put on paper- phone. screen. text? uh

yk how once we talked about how albedo would react if his master suddenly came back? how he'd be like "it's not my personal business to know what she has been doing, she was gone and now she's back that's all I need to know" when rhinedottir abandoned him

he responded devoid of emotion towards the subject like all his experience in learning and expressing feelings and his own thoughts stopped and he began at square one, with his master and him as a puppet (robot- synthetic being? but that's beside the point)

so then I thought about what you wrote with him and how he reacted in klee told him about the creator and he knew he was your creation not his master's bc you gave hwe the idea and he was yours

basically I feel that if he killed you and found out you where the creator he'd kinda. just. stop. he'd reset, for lack of a better word. he wasn't good enough to be yours (infact he killed you-) so how could he be good enough as himself? since him wasn't working out maybe he just needed to be what he'd always been. a tool.

- 🍄 (I send this bc this anon must know my thoughts but this was takes directly off my dms and I wrote all of this at 12:14. I colored it bc it seems fun- hi midas you're blue and the creator too)

context these are copy pasted dms between me and mushroom, regarding squid anon and i’s talks abt albedo! talk below the readmore.

oh, kaeya and klee are mentioned to not be on reader’s typical team(or at least not the one they use for commissions, if you use a separate team for those), and neither is albedo, who also isn’t on your main fighting team! or maybe he is and you moved him off because Memories. no other vessels specified, though.

god mushroom i am. we r holding hands rn im-

for context mushroom and i had a chat about how if rhinedottir ever returned he wouldn’t really see a problem with it, as mushroom said just a “she’s back now and that’s what matters, who am i to question her?” kinda deal. the paragraph with klee refers to the second part of abiogenesis wherein (again as mushroom said) albedo realizes that he doesn’t long to rhinedottir, and that he is your creation in actuality.

putting these two ideas together we get pain the concept of a mental reset. it’s as if he’s shot back years in the past, when rhine first abandoned him. except this time it’s worse, it’s so much worse, because he was the one that told you to go- he killed you. he ruined not only his own chance at being redeemed (he always knew he was a monster a threat a danger, khemia runs in his blood- an art born of hubris makes his synthesis hubristic as well, and here he is, icarus) but the entire worlds. who knows when—if?—you’ll return, after all? it took you eons before, when you had a godly body and almost of your powers. but now, now your body is human, now you’re weakened and he just ruined it. will you even heal by the time the heat death of the world comes for them? he doesn’t know. does he want to?

mushroom really put it brilliantly- “he wasn’t good enough to be yours, so how could he be good enough as himself?” and “he responded devoid of emotion towards the subject, like all his experience in learning and expressing feelings and his own thoughts stopped and he began at square one, with his master and him as a puppet.” like im on the floor head in hands mushroom take my blog

albedo 100% has this idea of his ‘utility’ being tied to his worth—have i mentioned my utter and absolute hatred for rhinedottir yet?—so this- like this fucks him up bad man. like for the first week he’s sitting in his lab, trying to work but unable to move, his mind running a mile a minute as his body just.. sits there. sucrose tries to get him to eat, klee tries to drag him for a walk, but he’s hollow.

rhinedottir only came back because he studied alchemy, because he followed her final wish, because he was trying and by some miracle his work was adequate. but you? how could he ever measure up to you? how could he fulfill a request you never posed? how could he live up to your death?

zoom out a bit. the world of teyvat is… stable, somehow, despite the death of its god having taken place on its soil. his machines still report steady ley lines, lisa doesn’t sense any change in elemental activity, and the winds in mondstat are as easy as ever.

why? simple: you still have genshin downloaded.

after your horrific hyper-realistic dream—it has to be a dream, dreams can be realistic right? it had to be, it had to be-—you had kept away from the game for a bit, but you never had the heart to fully delete it. after all… it’s still a fun game. still a wholehearted hobby of yours. still something you enjoy.

still something you love, even as your chest aches with a phantom pain.

after a week, you can think about dragonspine without feeling icy winds bite into your skin, you can remember mondstat with a fond smile instead of a quivering shake. and despite it all… you miss it.

who are you to dislike a game because of your mind, right? and besides, it’s been a week- you need the primos from your commissions at least, right?

and so, after just over a year, the creator’s presence returns to teyvat.

it’s felt as a ripple over the entire earth, the soil itself blooming new flowers as your vessels flicker to where you left them last. your game doesn’t show these, of course, and your vessels don’t notice, too caught up in a confused sort of excitement. the traveller is surprised a god could be so benevolent, and paimon is flying in circles with glee.

teyvat is… exactly as you remember, really. you pick sweetflowers and mint on your way to your commissions—all surprisingly easy, the enemies dissipating quicker than they normally would, but you shrug it off as just your time away. distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that, right?

squirrels and foxes run alongside your character, strangely, and you use your omni—ubiquity nets to copy a few for your teapot. there seems to be so much more detail- birds chirp, your graphics are unusually good, everything is running at a smooth 60 frames…

maybe you missed it more than you thought.

after some consideration, you decide to go to mondstat to collect your rewards. it’s unsettling, being inside a city you remember, but it’s easy enough to shake off. blanche talks about liyue being the largest commercial port. sara calls the day’s recommendation—the steak, as it is every day. marjorie stands outside her shop, and katheryne is at her kiosk.

all is as it should be.

zoom back in again. albedo is dragged from the knight’s headquarters by kaeya and klee, and he raises a hand to shield himself from the light reflecting off the stone. everything’s so… bright. the world seems unusually lively, yet the city is oddly quieter than normal.

“how about we take albedo fish-blasting, huh klee?”

“ooh! can we really?”

albedo is pulled into mondstat’s courtyard, and a minor smile flickers across his face at his sister’s enthusiasm. she pulls him past the fountain, past good hunter, past where the wind comes glory-

his feet freeze to the floor.

there, at the adventurer’s guild kiosk. there, the bright blond hair of the traveller, there, the smile from katheryne as she thanks them- thanks you for completing your commissions.

the traveller had been doing them on their own while you were gone, diligently handing the otherworldly gems off to paimon to give to you. but now… now he can see the bag disappear in golden sparks, going straight to you.

you were back.

another zoom out. you walk away from the kiosk, up towards the alchemy table—unaware of how closely your vessel brushes to albedo, of how tightly kaeya clutches klee’s hand, keeping her still. you go, and he sees you stop at the- at the alchemy table?

timaeus gives him a look from across the courtyard. he can’t bring himself to return it, watching your vessel until they vanish again.

if it weren’t for the hushed call of his name from kaeya, he’d think it never happened at all.

you’d only condensed one batch of resin, so you could use the rest on weeklies. after a cursory glance over your team—you missed this, you missed them—you decide which ones to go and fight, quickly falling back into your groove.

the bosses deal like half their typical damage, provided they even attack at all. really, you’d almost consider rebooting the game if you weren’t done with such easy kills. childe skips his usual taunts—you chalk it up to a glitch—and so does andrius, and the key line blossoms give you the exact drops you want.

resin spent, commissions done, and too drained for exploring, you decide to simply walk around. your memory of mondstat is sharper now, and you barely look at the minimap as you simply walk around. it’s different than in your dreams, and yet so similar.

with a quick stop at a statue of the seven to heal your team of any lost hp, you log out. you could have sworn you heard something whispered in the song of the main menu, but you shrug it off.

you suppose it’s gamer brain.

another zoom in. i swear i’m almost done.

albedo’s in a bit of a daze as he walks, only klee’s hand keeping him from running into rocks.

you.. had returned. to mondstat. and didn’t… you didn’t hate it? the traveller seemed upset when they’d looked over- but that was expected, and their emotions weren’t necessarily yours. but you, you had willingly chosen to collect your rewards there.

when they arrive at starfell valley, klee doesn’t even seem happy to launch her bombs into the water. she simply sits at the edge of the lake, watching the fish swim below.

kaeya sits with her, and albedo is on her other side, but looking at the statue of the seven. when you show up, he almost thinks it’s his imagination, until klee gasps and kaeya’s hand moves to keep her sitting on the bank of the lake.

the statue shimmers as it heals the small scrapes on your team, though you disappear again just as quickly as you appeared.

he stares at where you were, stunned again that he’d be able to feel your aura wash over him for the second time that day. as the golden dust of your teleportation falls to the ground, his empty mind fills with two words, a bud of hope beginning to bloom in his chalk heart.

‘thank you.’

[s0lar-ch3ri]

oh i am READY (starting with chip then jay then gill) (spoilers for some headcanons) (its not all of them because i dont wanna be here forever so yeah)

because i am firmly a believer that chip has had plans before (aint no way the bullshit hes thought of isnt slightly mapped out) he somehow fucking lied in the block. bro juked them all

chip has so many pimple marks because he didnt learn proper face washing and just would pick at them and yeah

kinda angsty but like since chip grew up without a parental figure for a while (assumed by how chip just sobs when arlin asks about where his family is) and was on the streets, hes less concerned with falling ill as hes had to teach himself how to cope with it

he also struggles with asking help in an autism way because i said so

(inspired by a fic thing someone wrote on tumblr about how chip handles his prostetic and just take part one and part two please im insane on them) chip literally isnt even well physically because he plays around with the pinkie way too fucking much (anxious boy). jay has had to fix it so many times its insane

the thing that surprised chip about the ring from the block is that it fit his fingers so well and his fingers arent the same as gills so where tf was his finger size taken

i think i like to hurt so maybe chip wield the blades at a young age but like by choice. like they hurt his hands because they were so heavy and stuff and drey or arlin would tell him to not and they had smaller swords but chip wanted to grow up already to hold these (he also had a lot of malnutrition still so that added in) blades and help the crew (i wrote this as a chip and gill comparison but it fits ollie and chip too well too fuck)

i think itd be kinda funny if either a; gill believes he caused the scars under chips chest during the duel or b; gill actually gave chip impromptu top surgery because thats so fucking funny

cane user chip (he probably would needed it since he was born but since he was born without parents basically he never knew what he needed for his leg and the crew never thought much of how silly chip walked around) because yes lol

--------------------------------jay ferin time-------------------------------

jay was not at all fucking sneaky with the navy thing much until gill came along because chip does mention knowing/suspecting something in the block

shes had ollie help out with a couple of the projects (sometimes its just to keep gill away from it) and it brings her joy for no reason when he gets distracted with like some other toy or even better starts trying to put the pieces together like legos

shes very good with birds and can act like a bird whistle (shes been trying to teach ollie her secrets)

jay did sea lemur research for a mission in the navy and fucking fell in love with them

she purposefully hangs by gill during her tinkering time because even if he most times causes it to fuck up he encourages her and is always pretty interested in hearing about her creations

she remembers exactly what that doll looked like (for fic idea maybe either she or drey or them together work on making it again lol)

she learnt to sow from chip and the clown costume was one of her most worked on (she didnt make it the costume but she did like to add fabric patches to it)

she has journals for different things (separated by categories like drawings, blueprints, research, etc) and when she noticed chip showing interest in gills magic, shed let him "steal from her blind eye" (shed let him take it but he was too prideful to ask her) and read about the magic shes researched

jay has a different writing and weapon hand (writes with her left and shoots with her right, but her left can suffice if necessary)

i feel like each of the captains have their staying up late arcs and during jays goobleck appears randomly around the room like five nights at freddys

---------------------GILLION TIDESTRIDER BITCHING------------------

absolutely has the intimidation factor but he barely uses it

mind telepathy with pretzel because i said so

loves ollies drawings of sea life (gillion gets to share his studies and ollie practices drawing from descriptions)

has brother vibes with ollie

gill and jay for sure took more note of how chip like limps (i havent done my full research on the usage of a cane so this is what im going with PLEASE correct me when im wrong) and gill held onto like the cane sword thing because chip is way too prideful to admit he needs it

is it silly to imagine gill taking estrogen or something before he trains thus why his tits are huge (like the elders ask and hes like "its my power up dont worry!" and its actually [unknowingly may be funnier but up to you] edyns girl pills (TRANS TIDESTRIDER SIBLING(S)!!!!)?

bigender gill. thank you for your time

you know how gill stayed up for several days so theyd make it to canela or zero? 2 ideas for it 1) gill brushed it off because "my training from the elders sadly could be seen as worse" or 2) he kept it up because of the thought of training with caspian late at night was perfect for him

gill has always thought himself in a positive light. im not saying hes never thought himself to be weak or stupid, im just saying the good thoughts on himself never left (source of how this can happen, me! i had some struggle like that)

gill doeant think of the elders in such a high and mighty light but rather "the attemptors of making a tool out of the wrong parts, no matter the cost"

ill probs reblog when i remember more or create more lol

you guys should rb this with your albatrio headcanons. i wanna hear them.

[szagaloree]

Three hearts combined

Pt.1

Contains: a little angst/fluff/coming out

Grace sits down in front of me “so, how are you going to tell both of them?” She asks, “I-I don’t know how, it might end up having me heartbroken and I don’t want that,” i spoke nervously, “well, polygamy is not uncommon in the clans, but it is a thing, you just don’t really see it,” she shrugs slightly informative, I raise a brow “what if that’s not what they even like, a lot of people don’t like to share,” I lean back in my seat huffing “won’t know till you bring it up, tell both of them either separately or together how you feel and you let them choose and plus you’re very close to becoming one of the people and soon men will be looking at you to be their mate even Jake, so you better tell them now before it’s to late,” she said.

Later today neytiri decides to take me out alone this time so I can do practice hunting, so far I’ve gotten really good but eywa still says I’m not ready. “You have fierce” she spoke behind me I turn to her raising a brow a bit, I do? I really feel like I don’t. I shrugged a bit “don’t feel like it, I’m still scared of a lot of things,” I grin, “you’re mind may feel like it but your heart doesn’t,” she said, “you’re almost ready,” she says standing up, I follow behind her nodding. As we begin to walk through the forest heading back I had this urge to ask her. “Hey neytiri.. I um I have question but I don’t know how to ask it,” I said she turns around “what question?” She asks, “how do I tell a girl that has trained me for these past few months and helped me through a lot that like her-" I froze in shock when I realized I fucked up, I wasn’t supposed to ask it that way!!!! She tilts her a girly smile showing up on her face “you…like me?” Gosh I was hoping she was oblivious! I bite down on my lip nervously nodding.

“Why so nervous?” She asks walking a bit closer to me, I feel like she’s teasing and tearing my mind apart! “I-I didn’t mean to ask it that but I guess that worked,” I stutter, “I don’t know if you are a um lesbian so I was scared to ask,” I said, “lesbian?” She repeated confusingly “lesbian is basically where to woman like each other, Im actually bisexual I like men and women,” I explain, “you are not yet one of the people and you have already chosen,” she grins, I smiled a bit.

We went back to hometree and when Jake saw me he rose a brow “what got you a smiling like that?” He asks, “don’t worry about it,” I said,”but I need to talk to you, real quick,” he says, “okay” I answered he took me outside away from everyone. “So um, I… when are you going to tell me?” He asks I squinted my brows “what?” I ask “well actually when were you going to tell me?” He ask “tell you what?” He smirks “that you’ve been having feelings for me,” my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach, “I..don’t know what you are talking about,” I said he smirks “aww how sweet,” he his finger placed under my chin, I was flustered “h-how did you know?” I stuttered “may or may not have overheard you talking to grass but you should really listen to her,” he cocks a brow.

“How much did you hear Jake?” I ask.

“Not much,” he shrugs, so he didn’t hear the other part, oh great. I don’t even know if that’s a good thing or not, how do I tell them both? “Umm, I don’t know how to explain this but I like you and..neytiri,” I said quickly his eyes widened, i bit my lip scared as hell, “oh, wait you’re bi?!! I never knew you were bi?” He smirks, “thought it was kinda obvious,” I said flabbergasted. “This is complicated, well shit…” he bites his lips awkwardly “oh yeaaa I forgot you have a date with the chief’s daughter so that means you like herrrr great how the hell is this gonna go,” I mumbled, I roll my eyes “and I think their customs is a little different from ours, they mate once,” he said, “Grace told me that they do have poly relationships in their culture is just not exactly called that, but she says it’s not very common but it’s a thing,” I shrugged sighing as I walk around a little, “for me knowing you all these years, I never knew you swing both ways,” he said I silently chuckle “I am bi, I’m just never open with it, I have been in a three way relationship it just didn’t work out,” I said “why?” He asks “because apparently she was only doing it so she can be with him, she’s not bisexual she was straight, she wasn’t being honest at all with me or him, it was just toxic,” I shrugged shaking my head with an annoyed sigh thinking about that whole thing, it was real toxic and annoying.

“So, you told neytiri?” He asks.

I nodded “I did like literally before we came back,” I said, “Jake, I don’t want our friendship to end okay, so i wouldn’t expect anything more, I just.. wanted you to know,” I fiddle with my fingers anxiously, he walks closer grabbing my hand “hey, you’re not ruining anything, what do you want us to be hm?” He tilts his head a little, his curious and wondering glare did something to me, it made my heart swell. “I..I don’t know..I-Jake” I stutter because of my nerve racking brain, I want him! But I also want neytiri too! I can’t just choose especially after I told neytiri I like her!

“Jake… I don’t know what neytiri may feel, I told her I like her, I don’t want to look like I lied, I just-fuck!”I grunt he grabs my arm before I could walk away from frustration, “hey hey, calm down it’s okay, like I said you’re not ruining anything, I’ll still always be here,” Jake did the unthinkable leaning down to kiss me, I was in shock his arms wrapped around me, I slowly kissed back, my hands roaming his arms going upwards to his neck to pull him closer.

I moan slightly, he bites down on my lip with eyes on me.

To be continued…

[jack-kellys]

WAAAAAAAAAAA,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I JUST FINISHED IT ,,,,, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA <- IS GOING INSNAE

i have a few minutes so im gonna try and drop some of my thoughts while its still Fresh

i LOVEDDDDD the jack/kath/davey trio omg ,, their voices fit so well together ,, agh <3

THEIR VOICES WERE SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I KEPT GOING INSANE OVER THEIR VIBRATO IT WAS SOOOO GOOD <- chronic choir nerd

i think this is my fav rendition of "watch what happens" tbh. no hate to the other kaths but AGH <333333333333333

i liked this pulitzer a lot but tbh the other one (disney+) seemed a Lot more sinister and this one was more like. cartoon villain type. theyre both great but just something i noticed lol

ALSO JUST !!!!!!!!!! EVERYTHING !!!!!!! i soooo wish i could see the dance numbers and choreography because it sounded SO fun but alas ,, and tbh im just absolutely over the moon that i even had the audio because i had accepted the fact that i probably wouldnt even get That much so im just !!!!!!!!! <33!!!!!!!!

OVERALL. IM SOOOO <333333333333 BEST PART OF MY DAY FR FR

HEHWH IM SO GLAD!!

come into my inbox about uksies right NOW.

i also think this was one of the better WWH for a katherine because. it really did feel very About The Work for her, like of course she wants to be taken seriously but she wants her work to speak for herself more than the fact she’s a woman. she doesn’t want to be the special girl reporter she wants to be respected as a reporter. real shit bronté barbe <3

and. ok. i can’t lie. pulitzer you had to be there BC BC BC…. i feel like often he is like the villain- oh and katherine is his daughter. but this.. they made it feel like actual familial severed bond? like he put his arm around her for “oh i trust you know my daughter katherine?” and HER FACE… oh my god she froze when he touched her. and then when she’s trying to follow jack out w the delanceys for bottom line’s reprise on the “but you can’t have mine” he grabbed her wrist to hold her back from following. she wrenches it off, shoots him a look, and leaves in the other direction… like yoo… idk they made Actual tension between them vs it just being in the script. THAT WHOLE SCENE my good god.

oh that reminds me of something else i’ll say in a separate post in a bit i’ll see y’all later abt that