#otp: sometimes falling apart can make us stronger than ever.
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Who: @pcvrlys
When: April 28th, 2023
Where: courthouse
His heart begins to race as he takes in the sight of Mishka. It's been over two decades since she dumped him through a heartless text message, and he still hasn't been able to get closure. The anger and pain that he's kept bottled up for so long begin to stir inside him. He adjusts his suit jacket, trying to regain his composure before approaching her. As he walks towards her, he can feel his hands shaking, and his mind races with all the questions he's wanted to ask her for so many years. Why did she leave him without any explanation? How could she be so cold-hearted?
Despite his feelings of anger and hurt, Prescott tries to remain calm as he greets her. "Mishka, fancy seeing you here," he says, but his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. He's struggling to keep his emotions in check as he looks at her, his mind begging for answers.
#THREADS ;#CHARACTER ; PRESCOTT BECKETT#prescott + mishka 001#q#otp: sometimes falling apart can make us stronger than ever.
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#CHARACTER STUDY ; PRESCOTT BECKETT#prescott + mishka#otp: sometimes falling apart can make us stronger than ever.#q
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On Morality and Upbringings
I believe you are more than your past, but your past *is* an undeniable part of you. Tyrkos had it easy for a Sith, and Yen was not given the adequate support she needed to grow into anything heroic.
Tyrkos Rosokor was raised by a Darth who zealously served the Empire, who ended up dying for his ideals. He inherited a lot of his father's sense of integrity and selflessness (and his mother and stepmother's tenderness even if he is bad at showing it), such as how he believes everyone should dedicate themselves to a larger ideal. But unlike his father, he was able to see through the propaganda. He does not glamorize the current Empire nor is he fervently nationalistic, yet he has his own idyllic vision for the Empire - even if reaching that outcome may be highly unrealistic. Tyrkos has a sense of purpose, wanting to leave the galaxy better than he found it, and he will do whatever it takes to do what he thinks is 'right'.
His greatest fear is that his stepmother and half-sister will be dragged into whatever he gets involved in and punished for his crimes. Still, he justifies themselves by believing that they will be strong and smart enough to avoid the fallout from his actions and hopes that they will forgive him if they ever gets hurt because of him.
As much as I despise Aung San Suu Kyi for her treatment of the Rohingya people, her dedication to her cause is a good inspiration for how Tyrkos can be. When Suu Kyi's husband died of cancer and was to have his funeral in Britain, the Burmese government urged her to attend his funeral to which she refused, believing that this is a ploy and that the government will not allow her to return if she were to leave. Missing the funeral of the love of your life just so you can continue to serve your country is a choice that Tyrkos will make if he were to choose between the ones he love and the galaxy, even if it will be a choice that he will eternally loathe himself for.
Yen, on the other hand, was raised by a father who was the boss of a crime syndicate. She was spoiled rich, but money doesn't fill emotional voids (her father loves her dearly but love language differs etc). Being exposed to the underhanded, dog-eat-dog culture of the Celanonian underworld also forced her to constantly put on an appearance that she has her shit together, even if everything was falling apart. She romanticizes her childhood, idolizes her father (in spite of some very bad things he did to others and to her, even if has his own justifications), and has attachment issues that affects her friendships and relationships. The trauma of finally being made an orphan and captured by the Hutts and then forced to become Sith when the Empire got their hands on her just worsens her pre-existing issues.
To put it in plainer terms, she is quite mentally ill and sometimes relapses. For those who are familiar with the concept of idealization and devaluation, or all-or-nothing thinking - that is one of the main issues she has to get over. No one is a complete monster or a saint, and that applies to herself too. If someone doesn't adore her, it doesn't mean they outright abhor her. If she fails a mission, it doesn't mean everything she does up until now is utterly worthless. She has a lot of personal growth to go through but once she does, I feel she will be unstoppable.
There is no one stronger than a person who has every reason (real or imagined) to die, but somehow manages to hang on despite of it all. Once she learns how to stop living in survival mode and expand her worldview, she will use her abilities to bring 'justice' to the world. Unlike Tyrkos, she doesn't believe that the system can be fixed or that the world can be systematically made better, but she knows for a fact that changes can be made here and now. Perhaps, she can make a community better by replacing a corrupt leader with a more benign one, even if in the future the cycle of corruption begins again. Yen may not think long term like her master, but she is about stopping the immediate 'evil'.
So, we end up with two foils: an idealist with a lofty, revolutionary goal, and a jaded avenger who plays judge-jury-executioner. And yes, they are the endgame OTP.
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For the character ask, all the "M" characters off the top of my head - Mack, May, Marinette, and Mako, please! :)
Yayyy, thank you so much for asking!!! So this took much longer than I had anticipated (I’m sorry!!) and I ended up making them shorter and shorter just so I would finish 😅
GIVE ME A CHARACTER and I’ll break their ass down:
Mako (Let’s do him first bc it hurts the most, lol)
1) How I feel about this character: WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME THIS QUESTION ABOUT MAKO. I HAVE TOO MANY FEELINGS. THIS IS CRUEL, VALIA. Okay. Like…Okay, I love this boy so damn much. He’s a brooding idiot with a heart of gold. He’s sacrificed everything for him and his brother and continues to sacrifice everything for loved ones again and again. He’s a dork, he wants to learn, he wants to better the world. He’s learned to have hope. He’s been through so much and I think he just needs some noodles and a hug and told that’s he’s allowed to relax for once, okay?
2) All the people I ship romantically with this character: Korra, and I’m crying now. They are so strong together. They love each other unconditionally and continue to push each other to do and be better. Younger, they were idiots. But older, they are wiser and more mature and infinitely more caring and supportive. They’re a kickass battle couple. Also, Mako swore to have her back which…lets not even get into how much of a love confession that was. Let’s not even talk about how he’s so devoted to her, he’s basically doomed himself to a loveless life now bc you can’t be that devoted to someone and then expect to be in a relationship with someone else. And to change that devotion is to change his entire arc and character. Let
3) My non-romantic OTP for this character: I am confused about what non-romantic OTP is, but BROTP is Bolin I guess? I’m so soft for their childhood and making-it-big story and how these two have to look out for each other and support each other no matter what. If their entire storylines all four seasons was just about them taking care of each other, I think they both would have been fine and in fact would have had much stronger stories
4) My unpopular opinion about this character: He’s not a total dick. He can be a dick, just like many of characters, but I think he’s inherently good and has shown to apologize and try to be better.
5) One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: The list goes on for miles. Makorra is canon, Not setting him up for a loveless life if Makorra really wasn’t going to be canon again. Instead of the whole police thing which came out of left field (and its relevancy drops after book 2, a continued storyline until at least Season 3 with the Fire Ferrets and winning Probending. Ooh, I know! Going into their backstory, their street rats to fire ferrets story and how that and his parents’ death still affects him.
Mack:
1) How I feel about this character: I love Mack. I love that he’s the voice of reason and the moral center, also that he’s deadpan and exasperated like all the time (Give the man a break). I love that he just wants the simple mechanic’s life and knows how to stay grounded and connected as the Director of SHIELD. I I feel so bad that he’s not like my favorite character, but I honestly love and appreciate him so much
2) All the people I ship romantically with this character: Elena! And you know what I’m also gonna throw in Fitz as an option bc why not :D
3) My non-romantic OTP for this character: So many BrOTPs: Fitz, Hunter, May, Simmons. But let’s give the special shoutout to Daisy bc they’re BFFs and have got each other’s backs no matter what!
4) My unpopular opinion about this character: I know some people don’t like that he’s Christian, but I guess as a Christian myself I appreciate it. I don’t think the show uses it too heavy handedly, but his faith just serves as a character trait, like how going to church is one of the ways he keeps himself grounded. And I like that he still has faith with all of the crap he’s seen and been through. He’s gotten good at rolling with the punches.
5) One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I’m so dang curious about his ex-wife. Tell us about her! How’s his brother? Tell us about his parents! Don’t they wonder what he’s up to??
May
1) How I feel about this character: Everyone’s (Including me) Mom. She’s the badass supreme and is also deeply caring and protective. She’s snarky and used to like to have fun. And her whole character arc about healing, opening up again to familial/romantic love, returning to who she used to be without taking away any of what she is now is *wipes tear away* so beautiful2) All the people I ship romantically with this character: Coulson!! 3) My non-romantic OTP for this character: Her and Mack bc they are killing it together this season. They’re both so deadpan and straight to the point that they get along so well, and I can’t get over that visual tol/smol deal haha 4) My unpopular opinion about this character: I don’t think this is unpopular but as with all the girls, I think May’s storyline gets sometimes lost in the shuffle of her male counterparts’ storylines. She’s a well developed character and Ming Na Wen is a strong actor, so they should allow her more stuff to do outside of fighting and angst (Don’t get me wrong, I love the fighting.) 5) One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I want to know more about her and her mom and her mom’s agency!! (Does her mom work for the Canada version of SHIELD or is that just something I fabricated and assumed to be canon? Is she a Chinese spy? A KGB spy O.o lol I jest) ! And I want to see her pull some more pranks now and then!
Marinette
1) How I feel about this character: My precious little bean. Top five characters ever. I literally mod an appreciation server for her. She’s so beautiful and strong and brave and kind and loving and creative and smart and lovely. She deserves the world. She’s the best hero of them all. And you know what, I love that she’s the one who always saves the day; I need that. Little kids watching need that.
2) All the people I ship romantically with this character: Adrien/Chat Noir!!! C’mon guys was there really a question about this? It’s my one ship that’s actually canon; I got to keep to my guns… Okay, I also ship her with Kim or Nino. Sorry not sorry :D
3) My non-romantic OTP for this character: Hmm, so many BrOTPs. Alya, Chloe, Nino, her whole girl squad. But you know what? Shoutout to Kagami and Marinette. Two kickass ladies kicking ass together? That’s what I’m here for.
4) My unpopular opinion about this character:She’s not stalkerish. She’s not obsessive. She’s doesn’t put Adrien on a pedestal. She’s not evil or bad. It’s literally a kid’s show and a lot of the things that you guys pick apart, are actually just normal aspects of regular kids’ shows (and like maybe we’re all just too used to fantastic shows like Gravity Falls, Steven Universe, etc which elevated the bar exponentially. But those shows are the exception not the rule. ML is the rule with sprinkling of exceptions); you guys have got to chill.
5) One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I would love to see more of her Chinese heritage and see her developing her fashion career! I’m excited to see her fashion blog, her modeling new outfits, and her blossoming fashion career. Perhaps an internship with Gabriel Agreste may kick things off?
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"I have loved you! Every bit and piece of me knows that I have loved you like no man could have ever loved any woman. I have loved you on days you were not within my sight, I have loved you on days you were in my embrace. Everything that surrounds me knows how you bleed through my every word, every action. God, I have loved you, woman! But you won't even look at me the same!... And it destroys me to the core." - Kim Namjoon (Allurement)
#CHARACTER STUDY ; PRESCOTT BECKETT#prescott + mishka#otp: sometimes falling apart can make us stronger than ever.#//🥲#q
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1/2 Being happy about Dean and Cas being separated is like being happy seeing your friend dying. Ship without scenes together is dying, simple as that. Soon shipping Destiel will be like shipping Bobby and Rowena, you can do it but all their interactions will be coming only from your imagination. A ship can't survive only on history. No matter how beutiful it is. It needs new content, otherwise despite having fanfics wrtien about it, it will never be the same.
2/2 It’s sad to watch how Destiel becoming more and more just a common ship. I remember how it was above ships from Teen Wolf, Sherlock ect. It was big, winning every contest in it’s way. Now it’s just an empty shell with few weird people, trying to justify that two character not seeing eachother is a sign od true love.
OMygods! This reply got LONG, sorry, under the cut my destiel ramblings…
I agree. Fanon helps a LOT to keep the ship going. Sadly as we are seeing less and less scenes of deancas together, fanfiction is losing on characterization and plot. And also became stale. I don’t know the exact numbers, but I do see how the amount of ff written about destiel is decreasing day by day. If the ship is stronger than ever, according to some metas, why is this happening? And one of them could say: “because we have canon now, we don’t need fanon!” But yeah, nop, it’s not how it works.
When ships are super popular like sterek was or johnlock or destiel, fanon serves to contribute more to the story. Maybe adding a part that the writer thinks it should be on canon, maybe just to see how the couple can interact on a different setting (au) but with the same personalities, maybe just for fun, smut or whatever. But fanon can’t exist without canon, without the pairing interacting in some way or another, people get tired of the crumbs, of the baiting, and eventually move on. And that’s what’s been happening to destiel for sometime now.
Shippers saw more possibilities on the mcu ships or in the VERY popular Yuri On Ice, for example. There’s a reason why so many people jumped ships to YOI and it’s because they saw it as a healthier ship, a present ship, where the characters where THERE and not apart because a writer in some room decided that no homo! It’s a sweet ship, with very few problems, that can distract people to no end, and despite being a short anime, have tons and tons of fanwork, because people needed that sudden fresh air, that they haven’t been finding on destiel.
I, as you, don’t get why so many people are happy with Cas and Dean being apart for long periods of time and when they are on the same room the writing (or the acting) tends to separate them even then: the awkward af hugs, the bro-pal-dude-buddy that seem to scream NO HOMO over and over again, the not eye contact, the mistreatment….so so much stuff that is killing the ship imo. And no, a fucking mix tape doesn’t magically solve YEARS of deancas falling apart. I don’t understand how some people can see season 4,5 and even 6 and 7 and say that THAT was not REAL destiel, when if fact it was then, when the majority of us fell in love with the two of them together and all the ust and magic coming out of the screen. I don’t get how they can see this
and this
and this
But eventually saying that the ship is better now because of this
And of course Cas’s death because ENDGAME!
Sorry it got long, but as you can see in a few gifs, I can show you how destiel is dying, and a big part of that is thanks to metas and shippers that prefer Dean pining over Cas’s being dead, that the two of them being together and sharing scenes full of intense staring and incredible ust or just tfw on a case fighting together. Now, of course I can be wrong, I’m not a meta with 342235 titles on my wall that say “ spn meta writer expert” U.U, but, I’ve been watching the show, and despite my blog being mainly about Misha and Cas, I love destiel with all my heart, or at least what it used to be. I loved Dean too, and I hate that they made him into the douchebag he is today. But that’s for another post. I’ve been reading fanfiction for years, and again that doesn’t make me an expert on anything, but I can say that the feeling, the magic, and the happiness we got from the ship, is not there anymore, at least for me.
I’m always going to ship these two, although my interest is also diminishing, but they are one of my firsts otps, and the only ship I have at the moment. In general when I watch something I’m not looking for people to ship or thinking mmm these two look good together! That’s why destiel took me by surprise, I was not expecting to fall in love so much with them. I was in love with Cas already, but the chemistry and the magic were too strong and me shipping them started almost out of nowhere.
And that’s why I’m so mad and sad, that some people are using them, especially Cas, as props for a ship that tptb are clearly trying to kill because it’s not convenient to them anymore, and because one of the actors is uncomfortable with it. People tend to forget this: jensen doesn’t see it that way, doesn’t play Dean that way. And we can have all the head canons that we want, but ultimately he is the one that has to say yes, for the ship to become canon if the writers/producers/show runners want to go that way (hint: no, they don’t want to imo). His way of expressing it is rude af, but I talked about it in another post.
At the end of the day, we can’t force something that is not there anymore, no matter hoy many mix tapes, or cowboy hats, or new haircuts the metas put in the way as evidence that there’s something there still.
Destiel is dying, slowly but surely, and that’s why people moved on, those who are trying to force it… well, remember the johnlock debacle? Yeah expect a second one with deancas.
I feel for destiel shippers, that see how little of them is left on the screen, because I’m one of them. And I totally get it, believe me. But as I love the characters so much, I don’t want them dead, hurt, possessed, pining, suffering, because of a sick notion that THAT is going to make destiel canon. I love them fighting TOGETHER, having each other’s back, looking for solutions TOGETHER, being in the same room sharing thoughts about a case. To wish for them “going through shit and pain” as I read one meta saying (she loved their suffering btw) for me is sick af. Maybe I’m too romantic, maybe I expect a relationship and not a tragedy. Maybe I prefer them alive and well and that apparently is too weird for the new metas way of shipping. Call me crazy and out of tune then. But I prefer that.
So so sorry that this got so long Joanna, but I have to vent a lot apparently. Hugs and I hope you didn’t fall asleep.
#nigaki#venting#ranting#rant of rants#my gods this got long#!!!!#about destiel#destiel for ts#sorry for those that follow me that don't like the ship#as you know I don't post too much about it#but somethings I just cannot let pass by#and I don't hate the ship#I love it#and I hate what they are doing with it#and what they are doing to cas specially#and tptb have a lot to do with what is happening#but also some metas and fans that LOVED that cas died or is apart from dean#don't like don't read#this is properly tagged and under the cut#so don't give me bs#wank for ts
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Fics I Read While On Vacation 2.0!
Last month I went on a trip to Italy, and you know what that means... I downloaded a ton of long fics to keep me sane on the long plane/train journeys, and now I’m sharing a few of my faves with you guys! Pro tip for travelers: DO THIS! When you do’t have reliable wifi, and don’t want to pay for the in-flight wifi, downloading a PDF (or ten) from AO3 is the way to go. Their easy system is one of my favorite features of the site, and has multiple downloading formats other than PDF, too. Plus, they include links back to the work in the PDF so you can go back and comment when you do have wifi! Which you should always do, because authors are a gift, and giving kudos and love in the form of comments in return is a wonderful thing.
This time it’s mainly stevetony, with a few phlint, a cherik series, and one reaper76 (r76) for good measure. And guys. The stony and phlint especially...oh my god. Even when Phil and Clint aren’t the mains, I’m screaming about them. For whatever reason, the Marvel stuff I read his time blew me away, to the point where I’m still thinking about some of the stories, despite it being nearly a month since I got back to the states. One fic genuinely changed me, and I never thought I’d say that without a hint of sarcasm, but here we are.
Like always, click the bolded titles for the link, and please read the tags on each fic. Even though I tend to steer clear of the truly brutal stuff when I’m on vacation, what squicks you out may not register for me, etc. Remember to throw some love to the works you enjoy, and come scream about them with me anytime <3
Stevetony
Steve Rogers Is A Child by LagLemon Words: 290k+ Rating: M
Tony gets into fights with Steve all the time and it's driving him insane. Sure, he's not the nicest guy in the world, but all he did was steal a little of the guy's sesame seed bagel - he didn't deserve to get yelled at for something stupid like that.
After drowning his sorrows in hot chocolate and complaining to Pepper about what happened, Tony gets a phone call from Natasha telling him to hurry back home. Something's happened - Steve has been attacked and he's not quite the same man he once was - he's been turned into a child.
With Steve out of commission, the team struggles with what to do and Tony finds himself filling roles he had never expected: babysitter and friend.
THIS is the fic I mentioned in a textpost pretty much immediately after I finished reading. I couldn’t wait for this rec list. My dear friends, this fic gave me a crisis of faith. That’s a tad dramatic, you say? This fic had me rooting for Bucky Barnes and Tony Stark. Winteriron. Yeah. Bucky has an unrequited crush on Tony, and he killed me with it.
Don’t get me wrong, the stevetony here is endgame, and it’s beautiful, but wow. Like. I’m not one to multipship people often - especially not with my top otps - and stony is an og pair of mine. Something about this Tony and this Bucky just...fit? I mean...I think I get it, now. I can see it. You guys win.
I’m still recing this as stevetony, but I had to mention it becasue I’m still in shock weeks after finishing this, and it’s stuck with me. Tony is a character near and dear to my heart, and the story is told from his POV in a way that felt a bit different from the norm to me, and I dig it. Don’t be put off by the child!Steve thing, it’s not forever and it is handled really well in the story. No child sexual/romantic/abuse situations occur. Personally, I would not rec that kind of story.
Falling Into You by sabrecmc Words: 53k+ Rating: M
Tony and Steve end up as fuck buddies after the events of The Winter Soldier until Steve calls it off. When Loki's spell wipes all of Steve's memories since the last time Loki was in town, Tony decides it will be so much easier to just not tell Steve they had something of a relationship. Spoiler: It isn't.
Or, how Steve fell in love with Tony and forgot about it, and how Tony fell in love with Steve and realized it.
Sometimes, you read a fic that is infuriating, heartbreaking, and sweet all at once, in almost every paragraph (at least for the first three quarters of the story). Tony is at his oblivious, slightly self-destructive best here, and you just want to shake the man, sometimes. Not to worry, I also wanted to shake Steve. It’s equal opportunity obliviousness in this one. The story is told with flashbacks to Tony’s memories of their “fuck buddy” relationship as he remembers them while the present mind-wiped-Steve situation is happening. It was done in a way that felt familiar without feeling redundant, the way this trope sometimes does for me. The ending is so worth it, and melted my heart.
A Higher Form of War by sabrecmc Words: 292k+ Rating: M
Tony is a King with a surprising number of people out to kill him. Steve and the rest of the Avengers are fighting for Pierce's rebellion and end up with Tony as their prisoner. Oops.
Basically one of those bodice-ripping romance novels I don't read (ahem) but with far more gay.
Speaking of melting my heart, this fic obliterated it. When I say Slow Burn, I mean it. Oh my sweet lord, do I ever. But you NEED this one if Stevetony is your thing, trust me. It’s AU in the best ways, and uses so much from the first Iron Man movie, as well as the Captain America movies and general MCU. Steve and Tony are painfully true to their characters at times, which brings both the good pain and the bad pain, the way you know you love. Fluff and plenty of angst, along with gorgeous tension and resolutions, and can I just have more of this world? Please? Forever? What is the team up to now? How is everyone? We got two novels worth of story, and I still want more of this universe!
The phlint really is blink-and-you-miss-it, but I am a sucker for the little nods and they made me happy. Also, there are the beginnings of Bucky and Tony being good friends, and I am so here for that friendship right now.
Deep in the Heart of Me by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar) Words: 257k+ Rating: E
There were days when the realization that he was someone’s father made Steve's head hurt, but mostly he was grateful that he could trust his instincts, because apparently Peter was what had been missing from his life. Yes, he still had lingering, unresolved issues from his time in the Army, and sure, he had what Bucky annoyingly referred to as a criminally untapped ass, and no life outside of work and Peter, but Steve was okay with how his life had turned out because of trusting his instincts.
Unfortunately, those same instincts had straight up betrayed him by going absolutely haywire upon being exposed to Tony Stark.
Veteran single dad Steve runs a tattoo shop. For his 40th birthday, Pepper arranges for Tony to get that tattoo he always wanted, and he winds up with the mother of all crushes instead. Jumping out of airplanes is one thing, but falling in love is something else entirely. Steve struggles with the idea of actually letting someone into his life. Tony is left trying to keep his heart from being broken while Steve figures things out.
I have been holding off on this story for a long time. Something about Steve being the adoptive dad to Peter had me skeptical, and the heavy mental health aspects were not something I was eager to deal with when I first saw it.
That being said, I am so glad I read this. Getting real for a sec, I signed up for a mental health counselling consultation after finishing this. I connected so thoroughly with Steve and his experiences, and of course with Tony, too. But Steve’s journey through this story is honestly on a completely different level of fiction for me. Its heartbreakingly real, and downright visceral at times in the descriptions of how Steve feels, as well as how Tony feels, being in love with a person struggling with mental illness.
I cannot recommend it enough.
Aside from that, the love story between Steve and Tony blew me away, and I fell so in love with their love, it killed me. The ending is beautiful, and Peter is such a wonderful part of it. The family dynamics surprised me with how much I loved them too, with all of Steve and Bucky’s dads, and Clint and Nat being a part of their squad in the military, it fit perfectly in the story. Also: Let Tony Be A Good Father Figure 2k18 is my new crusade.
(I even grew to like Clint/Bucky in this. Phil is kind of in the world? Not a part of the main crew, but he cameos, and that was nice. Maybe that’s how I rationalized it in the beginning: Clint doesn’t know Phil, it’s fine! I like Clint and Bucky individually so much that it worked for me.)
Holding Out For A Hero by Wordsplat Words: 100k+ Rating: T (yeah, I know, cue the comical surprise that one of these is rated Teen and Up)
When Tony was a prince and Steve was his manservant, they were young and reckless and hopelessly in love. But an attack on Tony's life convinces Steve that he can't protect Tony, so he leaves in the dead of night to train until he can. Ten years later, Steve returns to the kingdom a strong and able knight, but his king is both furious and broken-hearted.
One of my favorite things is when I get to be unreservedly on Tony’s side when he fights with Steve. Steve’s reasoning is understandable for his character, sure, but BOY. Plus, Tony has the Avengers backing him up too, and I live for the team supporting Tony. In the MCU right now, the team is basically all for Cap, but the lack of multiple, meaningful, interpersonal connections from the team to Tony in those movies is a rant for another day.
Again, this is another story where the supporting cast has my heart. I also adored the knights being made up of the Avengers, and Bruce’s role, which kicked ass and made me happy. But, this story focuses primarily on Steve/Tony, and their relationship just kills me with how sweet/painful it is in turns. The fluff to angst ratio is spot on.
AND: Tony is a good dad! (LTBAGFF 2k18)
I love their love.
Go Ugly Early by just_another_tinker Words: 161k+ (still updating) Rating: E
He’s The Captain?
This was not good. This was so not good.
There were theories of course, of what The Captain would look like. Most followed the typical Hollywoodesque belief that he was some version of the Godfather, sitting in a dark room with a cigar, commanding his forces with a flick of his wrist. There were even some that even thought that The Captain was not one person, but a whole network of people with eyes and ears everywhere.
The blonde Adonis in front of him was definitely not what Tony was expecting.
Of course, in the end it didn’t matter.
There was a reason no one knew what The Captain looked like.
Because anyone who saw his face never lived to tell the tale.
This is not a finished story, and I am perpetually on the edge of my seat waiting for the next update. I’ve rec’ed cherik Mob/Mafia AUs before, but I’ve never read one with steve/tony and the avengers. I’ll admit, Steve as a mob boss? I was skeptical about how well I’d vibe with it.
Now? Holy shit, friends, I’m living for it. The aspects of Steve’s character that the author explores are everything I didn’t know I needed. Likewise with Tony, but I’m emphasizing Steve becasue it’s so unlike the usual representation Steve gets in fandom.
Apparently the running theme of this rec list is stories where the team is amazing and important to the story, becasue it’s true here, too. They’re Steve’s crew, becasue naturally. I adore the dynamics between everyone, especially when Tony starts to interact with them on the regular.
But guys. The phlint in this hit me in the feels so hard, I didn’t see it coming until I was ready to tear up. The writing is so good, I forgot a key aspect of Phil’s arc in the MCU for a split second and I was distraught. Clint has POV chapters (Phil also had one very recently, but I think Clint has more content overall), and so you get into their relationship and all the emotions Clint’s going through, and and I won’t say more becasue you need to read this one, even if you’re just in it for the phlint.
I know I’m a massive sucker for Clint, and love him wherever he shows up, but this time I’m genuinely impressed. The tags have it as minor/background, but it punched me in the chest like it was the main pair.
Of course, the steve/tony is amazing and addictive, but I had to scream about Clint and Phil for a sec.
Phlint
First Impressions by raiining Words: 76k+ Rating: M
Mr. Clint Barton does not like Mr. Phil Coulson. The feeling is not as mutual as he had thought.
A Pride & Prejudice AU.
So, I will be the first to admit that I have a serious affinity for Austen retellings in fanfic. The only downside with is that I tend to be overly picky about them, to the point where I check out fast if something bugs me, even if literately no one else would be bothered, much less notice it in the first place.
This AU fed my Austen-loving soul and gave me every Phlint thing I’ve ever wanted in an AU like this. Clint’s perspective here is spot-on, and his relationships with Nat and Tony were awesome to read. Not to mention that the author filled character roles perfectly? People were chosen that I wouldn’t have expected but as I was reading I was so on board at every turn, like, yes, of course, this is exactly it! They also twisted the classic P&P story and made it their own, making it fit and make sense for the characters above all, which I absolutely loved. Bookmarked for life. Probably will end up rec’ing this forever.
Phil just breaks my heart, and so does Clint, and I have way too much love for this fic, go read it right now!
And Eternity in an Hour by Selenay Words: 60k+ Rating: E
He comes from a secret place, far below the city streets, hiding his face from strangers, safe from hate and harm. He brought me there to save my life...and now, wherever I go, he is with me, in spirit. For we have a bond stronger than friendship or love. And although we cannot be together, we will never, ever be apart.
When Phil Coulson is attacked and left for dead, he is rescued and cared for by an unusual man who looks like a beast. As Phil heals, he learns that Clint is part of a community hidden below the city, where people who don't fit into the world above can live in safety. In time, Phil has to return home, but he vows to change his life and find a happier, better future.
Phil and Clint believe their time together is over, but they are destined to meet again when their worlds begin to collide.
A Beauty and the Beast (TV, 1987) fusion fic.
I’ll be honest, this show was before my time, and while my mom loved it and I know the basics of the story through her, I’ve never actually seen it. That being said...hell yes. I was hesitant, because Clint is right next to Tony for Marvel characters that I hold really close to the chest, and making him a “monster” had me cautious in the beginning. Fuzz, claws, really? Yes. If you’re thinking like me, go for it anyway! This story won me over so quickly, I don’t think I even knew it was happening - suddenly I was hooked.
It’s alternating POV, with a bit more of Phil, I think, since he’s the character we relate to more, being the outsider character to Down Below. Phil isn’t a secret agent in this, but he’s still a competent badass in that way Phil always is, and he was my favorite from the get-go! Their love story is so sweet, you’ll melt by the end. Also, there are explicit sexy times, and they are great. Plus, body image is dealt with wonderfully without feeling like a PSA.
It’s also not told in first person! I thought it was from that part of the summary, but it isn’t, and I was v happy about that.
The Clockwork Murders by Selenay Words: 76k+ Rating: M
Phil Coulson has two lives: by day he's a quiet, respectable Edwardian gentleman and his biggest risk is on a hand of cards at his club; at night he's a masked vigilante, fighting to make London safer. Keeping those lives separate is difficult enough when his closest friend is the head of a special task force within the Metropolitan police. It becomes even more difficult when his latest case gets dangerously close to home, bodies start washing up on the banks of the Thames, and Detective Inspector Fury's team is tasked with capturing the vigilante.
Clint Barton, Coulson's new valet, is down on his luck and inexperienced at valeting but his skills from his former life may be exactly what Coulson needs. They just need to negotiate their way through Coulson's secret life and their growing attraction to each other. And save London from a terrifying new threat along the way.
Alright, this fic might just be my absolute favorite out of the whole bunch. Not to say the others are lesser in any way, but I LOVE this one! Edwardian Steampunk has never been my thing, but I guess I can’t say that anymore?!
One of the best Phil POV’s I can remember, along with a romance that just consumed me. Phil is kinda like an Edwardian Batman with less gadgets and slightly lower social standing? I was so on board. Let Phil Be Batman. I’m starting that campaign right now. Clint is also a bit like Robin, if Robin was also Hawkeye. The slow build of their relationship is delicious, and so, so rewarding when it finally comes to a head (lol). When they finally got together, I actually fist pumped (just a very small, non-distracting one, because I was on a train at the time and didn’t want to look like a complete loon, but that’s how much I loved this story). Phil and Clint are vigilante detectives and Clint gets to be smart! What a novel concept!
I’m also a massive sucker for AU’s where the Avengers find each other and form a team all on their own. The scenario here is AMAZING and everything I never knew I wanted in an AU team-up. When Nat first showed up, I almost squealed out loud. No shame. Steve and Bucky are off being cops with Fury, off-page, so they’re the only ones missing from the story, but Darcy is here!! Plus, she and Nat have a side thing towards the end, and I am HERE FOR IT. This fic just has me so excited, weeks after I finished it. I’m invested and it hurts.
You know when I care about the plot of a phlint story, that the plot is genuinely compelling, because usually the phlint is all I care about. And the relationship is the foundation from the start, and always the underlying focus, so no worries for the people in it for the tension/sexytimes.
Cherik
An Ideal Grace by afrocurl and nekosmuse Words: 86k+ Rating: M
Cherik is one of the few pairings where the No Powers AU’s are some of my favorites. This is one of those times! Both boys have some mental health issues, especially where Erik as concerned, but it handled fairly well. Erik’s mental health specifically is a major arching plot piece, and his therapy sessions are important to his daily life and aren’t just mentioned off-page.
It’s important to say that there is no underage or professor/student relationship between Charles and Erik. There is past professor/student trauma in Erik’s life, but that is always a clearly negative and traumatic aspect of his life, and something he is working towards healing from in the story.
The only thing that had me a little iffy was the co-dependency between him and Raven, who is his adoptive sister in this, but it is called out, and they are moving forward in this story as well as the sequel. Having those two be siblings instead of her and Charles is a bit different, but I think it worked for the story, even if I still love Raven and Charles as siblings.
The sequel: Love’s Own Crown, I actually think I enjoyed more, since it was less about the identity mix-up and more about their relationship/therapy
Reaper76
The Other One Where Jack is the Gay Roommate by pfaerie Words: 16k+ Rating: E
Straight guy worries he's being homophobic to gay roommate, realizes he's fallen in love with him. Turns out Gabriel Reyes is fine with Jack Morrison kissing guys if it's him Jack is kissing.
This is kind of a remix of the author’s previous fic of the same name (minus “Other” in the title), but with sexytimes and additional editing. This is the roommate trope at it’s finest. It’s Gabe’s perspective, and in a non-powered/modern day AU, which works 100% to the story’s advantage. Gabe cracks me up, and I liked Widow in this too. All the kudos for the humor and smut! I really love this author’s writing style, especially with the way they write r76′s dynamic.
It’s one of those fics I’d give to a friend who wanted to read r76, but hadn’t before. The angst is mostly “I’m not gay, bro! ...oh wait” kind, plus Gabe just being a pill, not any of the massively heavy and dark content you tend to see with this pair.
#this could probably be titled:#meg screams about clint even when he's not the main guy#fanfic rec#fanfiction rec list#rec list#clint barton#phlint#phil coulson#stevetony#stony fic rec#stevetony fic rec#phlint fic rec#marvel#cherik#tony stark#steve rogers#r76 fic rec#reaper76#r76#gabriel reyes#jack morrison#please feel free to talk to me about any of these#i'm down to scream with you about fanfic any day#fanfic rec list#dear god i talk too much
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Clark Kent / Superman, played by Lee
OOC Info
Name: Lee again
Age: 21
Pronouns: all any
Triggers: (redacted)
Second Choice Character: n/a
Discord: (redacted)
Muse Name and Alias: Clark Kent, Kal-El of Krypton, Superman
What is your primary canon(s) for this character? Superman: American Alien comic
Approximate Age: 29
OTPs, BroTPs, NoTPs: My main ships for the character are Clex, Superbat, some Dick/Clark fun and ofc him and Lois. Big BroTP with Bruce and other League members. NoTPs n/a
Give us a bulletpoint outline for what your character’s history might look like:
Home planet of Krypton destroyed, Kal’s parents Lara and Jor-El we’re scientists who saw the coming destruction but ultimately were not listened to by their people or the council of Krypton. In a last ditch effort, they sent away their newborn son in a small space capsule pre-programmed to Earth’s coordinates. Knowing Kal would grow stronger and more powerful there than the home population. Hoping to ease the burden of him being an outcast since he’d be a “god to them”.
He crash landed in a field in Kansas, near the small rural town of Smallville. Adopted by Martha and Jonathan Kent, a couple previously unable to conceive and praying for a miracle child. Kal, who they named Clark, was their miracle. Martha quick and stubborn enough to easily convince Jonathan that instead of calling anyone, especially the government, they needed to protect this child. Hide the evidence that he came from space.
It soon became evident as Clark grew that he was far from normal. A toddler lifting furniture, never getting sick, thankfully to worrisome parents, unable to be harmed.
In early elementary school aged, Clark had his first accidental flight. Shooting through the roof of their farm home and in a panic Martha grabbed on to his ankle, propelling them both up. It’s only when she nearly slipped and fell that Clark managed to get more of a handle on himself. Her talking him into attempting to get them to move down, only resulting them both dropping. Luckily no one was seriously injured. Next instance with flight had him stuck hoovering above their fields. Jonathan enlisting the help of a neighbor with a small plane to swoop over and retrieve their son. Spurring some cuter moments of trial and error between the father and son until Clark learned to have a better grip on this particular ability.
He had a near idyllic childhood, parents who loved and supported him, space to run and roam and grow on the farm. But was haunted by his differences and the secrets he had to keep about them. The feeling of being so alien compared to the rest. But after lashing out on a mirror in a drive in, his father’s speech on “not being a jerk” hit home deep in Clark. Someone had put the effort and work into making that mirror, delivering it, hanging it up. And he’d destroyed it and a wall in a matter of a second. He didn’t want to be a jerk. Even if he was sort of miserable.
As a teenager, a string of brutal murders took place in Smallville. A good handful in the town new that Clark was special, and applying that small pressure for him to find the culprits, to help, weighed on him. But when he’d found where they were, Clark didn’t go to the police with the information. He showed up himself instead. A confrontation that ended in him for the most part accidentally melting the arms off one of the criminals. Three criminals were put in intensive care, describing their attacker as “a demon with red eyes”.
Shortly after highschool, Clark won a free plane ride. Taking it as a chance to finally get out of Smallville and “spread his wings” a bit. The plane crash landed in the ocean near a party boat of Bruce Wayne’s. Only Bruce wasn’t on board and Clark was quickly mistaken for the elusive birthday billionaire. Slipping into the role for a weekend trip until they docked, Clark met and mingled with a gaggle of ‘Bruce Wayne’s fake friends’ one even being Oliver Queen. Having a brief (and drugged) encounter with Deathstroke before slipping away once they made landfall.
In college, Clark was accepted into an internship at the Daily Planet. Their first challenge assignment being a summit meeting of Bruce Wayne, Oliver Queen and Alexander Luthor. He scored inside scoop interviews with Queen, Luthor and Bruce Wayne’s then young ward, Dick Grayson. Being inspired in a multitude of ways to really step up in the world. As well as discovering Batman’s secret identity…and stealing his cape. Teaming up with Lois Lane and her exclusive on Bruce Wayne to write a Global headline
Superman’s first major appearance / superhero adventures clad in an acquired batman cape, goggles, helmet and a House of El painted bullet-proof vest. A vest that didn’t fool Lois Lane. Clark had his first notable bad run in with Parasite, who when thrust into the bay shrunk back to a man that muttered one thing “Lex Luthor” spurring a tension filled interaction that would set the tone for his future relationship with the cooperate powerhouse and arch-nemesis.
It wasn’t until he was 24 that Clark ever heard the word Krypton. Flying out into space after an argument with some friends, he was picked up by some members of the Green Lantern Corps. They didn’t give him anymore information outside of that. Later, when a space mercenary, Lobo came into town was when Clark finally discovered more about his home planet and true origins. As well as showcasing the true extend of his strength and powers to the world. Thereby solidifying himself as a Global figure and hero.
Justice League formed in order take on a greater threat to mankind (Darkseid?) Superman spends his days busy juggling his duties as Superman and maintaining his career as a journalist for the Daily Planet.
Interview (Must be answered in character, third person, including both narrative and dialogue. Answer these as if you’re responding to a roleplay reply. Feel free to write as much as you like, but make sure there’s at least a good paragraph for each.)
What would it take for you to switch sides? (hero to villain; villain to hero; neutral to either) “No.” Sound. Resolute. He had to be. “As long as there is life in my body, i will try and do what i feel is right. I owe it to humanity. To be their beacon.” The shine of the alien fabrics catching light on his symbol. It’s more than just an S. “But more importantly, i owe it to my parents. Both sets. To help shape and be apart of a better world, one that won’t fall victim to Krypton’s many mistakes. And to be the good person Ma and Pa raised me to be.” Clark cleared his throat, trying to distract from the strong and seeping emotion he felt when thinking of his parents. His birth planet. His home here on Earth.
How would you describe yourself? How would your friends describe you? How would the public describe you? “It depends on who in the world you ask. But i like to think that most are able to see what i do for what it is. To look over the ‘what ifs’ and see me for my actions. The world may not always agree with me, and i may not always see the clearest picture for what it is. But I will *always* do my best. For truth and justice. For the little guy. Like it or not, i’m a symbol for something bigger than just one man could ever be.” He distantly realized he wasn’t looking anywhere in particular anymore. Lost in his own answer. In trying to layer it with as much of his truth as possible. Blinking and a soft smile as he came back. “As for my friends? Well they’ll call me a big caped idiot. A boy scout. A dangerous one at that.” a lightness of his features while he thought of Bruce. As much as the man and his darkness, the depths of it, scared him. He was also a quiet inspiration. And an ease to his mind. Someone to keep him in check should Clark ever lose sight of what was right. “I seem to recall being called an obnoxiously caped loser in good nature a time or two. And myself? Well i’m just..i’m just a man with a lot a free time, trying to do one good deed a day.”
If you could gain any superpower/swap your superpower for another, what would it be and why? Clark looked down at his hands at this question. Wasn’t sure what to say. He had all the power anyone could want. And well, most of his life he hadn’t necessarily wanted them. Growing up, what he wanted most? Was just to a regular kid. *Normal.* But he was expected to answer. And as a member of the press himself, he knew how frustrating it could be when someone glossed over your questions. “I think.. I think i’d want Diana’s badassery. Does that count?” A small, apologetic smile.
What is a secret you have never told someone? If there was one choice in your past you could change, what would it be? What should he say here? A secret he’s told no one. Not his identity, a good handful of people know. That feeling he remembered all too well, how close he’s come to doing what was easy instead of what was right. To crumbling under the weight of everything awful he’s seen in this world. In others. That dangerous notion of taking matters into hand in a way that no person should. He just stared back down at hands again. The power, strength he knew was behind just about every cell in his body. *I never asked for all this.* “A secret? Sometimes..in dark moments, I worry that Luthor and others were right. That my being here and standing up so boldly only further inspired some of destruction and villains we see today.” A choice in his past to change. *Maybe..maybe working more with the police during the hostage situation in smallville. The way he permanently scarred those men*. But they had deserved it. Perhaps underestimating Luthor. Barging in hot headed when he should have thought things through. “We all make mistakes. All anyone can do is learn from them and look forward.”
If you had one day where you could do anything you want, free of consequences, what would you do? Clark gave a longing sigh. A happy look as he contemplated that. “I think i’d take Lois out, someplace nice. Quiet. And we’d be able to relax. Maybe a bubble bath and a book. Resting easy without worrying about well, the weight of the world. League responsibilities. Super-villains and alien invasions. To just be able to be a regular guy for a day. Now that sounds nice."
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Prescott can feel Mishka's eyes fixed on him, a painful reminder of what once is. Her comment about the kids being comfortable echoes in his mind, like a soft sound that reopens old wounds. He manages a forced laugh, pretending it is just a casual observation. "Yeah, they really like this place," he says, trying to sound casual and hide the pain in his voice. His heart thumps hard in his chest, each beat crying out how much he wishes she could be a part of these moments. But the truth is like a cold and harsh winter, frozen over by his grandfather's actions. As they step into the cupcake shop, the sweet smell of baked goods does nothing to cover up the bitterness lodged in his throat. The soft light shining on the colourful cupcakes only makes the shadow in his heart grow deeper. Still, he has to keep up appearances for the sake of the children, for the sake of enduring this fleeting and painful encounter.
When Mishka asks about the kids, his attention turns to them. Their cheerful chatter breaks through the undercurrent of his inner turmoil. They ramble on about their favourite flavours, unaware of the emotional storm their dad is going through. He interrupts, half-heartedly saying, "Brooklyn loves the red velvet. Jordan can't resist the chocolate one." The warmth that usually fills his words now carries a touch of sadness, an involuntary sign of his heartbreak. Mishka's lingering presence, so friendly and heartwarming, yet painfully temporary, intensifies his longing, gnawing at the edges of his guarded façade. But he presses on, hoping his smiles can hide the tragedy etched in his heart.
Mishka watched Jordan and Brooklyn playing with pure joy on their faces. It was so contagious that she couldn’t help but catch a bit of it. But she had to remind herself that this moment wasn’t meant for her to join in. “You must have brought them here a lot. They look so comfortable,” she said, motioning towards the kids who were happily frolicking around. Her words felt personal, and she worried it might make things awkward. Despite their complicated past, one thing was clear to her: Prescott was a great dad. His kids absolutely adored him. Sadness settled when realization descended that she could have had this kind of happiness with him if it wasn’t for his grandfather.
As they stepped into the cupcake store, a delicious smell of freshly baked cupcakes filled the air, surrounding them like a cozy blanket. It was impossible to ignore the tempting aroma and the cupcakes displayed in a neat row, their vibrant colors dazzling her eyes. But Mishka held onto her determination, reminding herself that she couldn’t stay any longer than necessary. Turning to Brooklyn and Jordan, she pointed at the mouthwatering cupcakes. “Do you two have a favorite flavor?” she asked, hoping their excitement would overshadow her own nervousness.
#THREADS ;#CHARACTER ; PRESCOTT BECKETT#prescott + mishka 002#otp: sometimes falling apart can make us stronger than ever.#q
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(Random but I think your reply was a little later than normal? Was it the internet again? Anyway it’s nice to be talking with you again queen :D
Also just in case you didn’t get the other messages I sent (I sent them a few days ago so I guess tumblr ate them again), I was basically trying to say that the CP aesthetics are gorgeous and that I found the real Hamilton’s last letter to Eliza and was wondering if you’d like to see it too if you haven’t already. I think I was also trying to ask if you got the new pics I sent you)
EXCUSE me how is it even possible to not be impressed with Hamilton (ok, ok, so I guess you’d be pretty unimpressed with Alex after Say No To This…but ELIZA. ANGELICA. AND PEGGY. WASHINGMACHINE. And of course the entire hecking cast is awesome). At least they acknowledged the Frenchfryette…
(jk, jk, we all have different tastes so I guess even Hamilton might not be the right thing for some people ^^)
HE AIMS HIS PISTOL AT THE SKY-
“WAIT!”
(Burr. You should know by now that the whole ‘talk less, smile more’ and ‘wait for it’ theme doesn’t really work out for you most of the time. It’s certainly not gonna stop a bullet you already fired ;-;)
According to my parents I was a really bubbly, well-mannered kid who never whined or threw tantrums…but, BUT, I was as much of an airhead then as I am now, and I ended up causing a lot of trouble XD Other than the bathroom flooding incident, once when I was tiny my mom left me playing in the hall while she was making dinner. When she came to check on me I’d turned one of the walls into a piece of modern art (like Carnage Kabuto did to Genos, only better/worse). With permanent markers.
And once when I was even younger, mom woke up to a strange sound coming from outside the bedroom, and she realized I wasn’t in bed with her. She found me in the living room, plucking the rocks out of a plant pot and rolling them across the floor like marbles.
I also remember that I had a habit of doodling all over my arms and legs and cutting up my pajamas to make them look 'cool’. Literally any time I rolled up my pants you’d see giant, brightly colored marker lines/dots/swirls all over my legs, and all of my pajama shirts and pants were starting to fall apart because I kept snipping at them (I remember grabbing my craft scissors and hiding behind the sofa to redesign my clothes in peace without my parents seeing and being all “Evans, those are for cutting PAPER, not your clothes” lol).
I was a weird kid.
You’re right- at the place where they finally got the thing out, I think the doctor just had me lie down and got it out with pincers(?). No pain, no blood, it was over pretty quickly. I do think I remember being told that the heel of the shoe had gotten buried in the inside of my nose, though, and that was why it was so difficult to get out…
As for the nosebleed, idek. I remember some people holding this blue, rubbery pump-thing to my nose and trying to get the shoe out with that??? And then blood just suddenly started pouring from my nose? LOL it didn’t hurt, though, and there’s always the chance that it had nothing to do with the shoe. I got a lot of random nosebleeds as a kid, I’d literally just get up in the middle of the night, decide I needed to go wipe my nose because it felt runny, then turn on the light to see blood plastered all over my nose and around my mouth…I probably looked like something out of a horror movie XD
I RELATE TO THAT. There are still a few toys I’m super attached to even if I don’t play with them anymore, and I get sorta…upset?…when people touch them the wrong way (also my dad keeps talking about how we need to throw some of the old dolls away soon and I haaate it ;-;).
Yeah, that particular kid (let’s call her Friend A) is a bit of a brat lol. She smacks her own mother when she’s upset and screams her head off whenever she doesn’t get her way. It’s pretty uncomfortable to watch because her mom never really does anything about it…
(also, some context for the kicking: the boy she kicked (let’s call him Friend B) has been friends with my little sister for a few years now so they’re closer with each other than they are with Friend A. But Friend A got upset about that and came to the grown ups to tell on them; everyone tried to calm her down and suggested that maybe she should try asking them nicely, but she ended up throwing a tantrum. So Friend B’s grandma jokingly said that if Friend B kept being rude to her she could just fight back, give him a punch (she was laughing while saying it, so even to a kid it should have been pretty obvious she was joking).
After we found out what Friend A had done and tried to talk to her about it, she was like 'his grandma told me I could so I did it.’ and refused to apologize.)
OH NO. IS THIS ANOTHER ONE OF THE DREADFUL FANDOMS WHERE YOUR OTP NEVER, eVEr, HAPPENS?! That settles it, I’m never watching or reading Fairy Tail 0.0
Well, sure, most mangas have at least one hiatus at some point…but HxH is on a whole different level. The hiatuses are LEGENDARY.
just imagine what would happen if a manga artist tried to keep up with Ishida’s TG schedule (one chapter every single week except on holidays). An artist who apparently has no assistants. An older artist who has health problems. Tbh you can’t really be upset with HxH for the hiatuses…but it’s still a really, REALLY long wait whenever it happens, and sometimes it goes right back on hiatus barely a few months after the last hiatus ended ;-; I’m lucky I joined the fandom so late (and right after the hiatus ended, too! :D) but I can’t be sure when it’s going to happen again..
Ok, ok, so in case you haven’t searched what Feitan looks like he is LITERALLY Levi. The narrow eyes. The murderous stare of disinterest. The hair.
Then there’s absolute loyalty to a leader. Levi ->Erwin, Feitan-> Chrollo (Chrollo=manipulative spider thief who actually managed to troll HISOKA, of all people). Feitan is also one of the stronger characters as far as I know, and he’s just as blunt and rude and Levi. And he’s a thief; Levi used to be a thug.
Also, also- Levi=160cm. Feitan= 155cm.
Feitan is Evil Levi. Actually, maybe Thug Levi could have turned out like Feitan if he never met Erwin…that’s a scary thought 0.0
(as for Hisoka and Saitama, well. Hisoka realizes that even his Nen (his special power), Bungee Gum, has absolutely no affect on Saitama. He proceeds to Schwing. Very hard.)
(I doubt I’ll ever be over Old Man Fu because Iiked him a lot ;-;)
Saitama is my fav tbh, though Genos comes close..and from what I know about Metal Bat, he’s also a really cool dude. (Also I love Amai Mask/Sweet mask. I love to hate on him.) I like Sonic, but I can’t take him seriously most of the time because he feels like a parody of Sasuke from Naruto (also I keep thinking of Sonic the Hedgehog lol)…his smile is adorable though :3
I’m neutral towards Tatsumaki because her powers are super cool and I like her design but her attitude is a bit annoying to me. Still, I think I read that she’s gotten more development and backstory in the manga/webcomic, so I’ll wait until I can catch up with canon :)
OH NO. Apparently Bert’s death can still hurt me even after all that’s happened since then (also AoT’s new chapter hit me straight in the Annie/Bertl feels. I guess it’s basically one-sided canon now).
YES. I’m seriously so hyped for Ragnarok. I’m just as hyped for the fanfic as I am for the actual movie. And the FANDOM. Can’t wait to see what tumblr’s gonna be like when the Loki fans realize their king has returned XD
I can’t drop TG because there are too many things I want to see/know (like the whole deal with Kimi and Kanou, what’s going to happen with the whole Human vs. Ghoul thing in the end, what’s going to happen to the Touken kid, if Kaneki will live, if Shuu will ever actually get angry at Kaneki, the OEK’s true identity, Eto’s return…). And SPOILERS FOR NEW CHAPTER
after this chapter I definitely can’t stop until we see how Urie gets out of this situation (plus I sense character development/backstory/reveal time, which is always cool). Maybe I should be scared for Urie but I’m still not that worried. Death cliffhangers in TG almost never come true, and like I said, Urie just CAN’T die now when his character arc is nowhere near finished.
But I totally get your frustration, queen.
I’m probably gonna play it tomorrow :D I’ll let you know when I do!
Yep, I know what happens in his bad end. I don’t want play it XD
I did play Fritz’s bad end a few days ago, though. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SAY GOODBYE VARG
I ship Queen Luna with too many people and I don’t even care
(DON’T YOU DARE WRITE MORE FRITZ HCs THOUGH, PLEASE. HAVE MERCY. IT’S TOO FLUFFY FOR ME TO HANDLE)
Also: I have a game to recommend! :D If you haven’t played it already, The Blind Griffin by Asphodel Quartet is awesome. I downloaded it from Itch.io :) it’s set in America, in the 1920s. The MC is looking for a job and happens to stumble into a speakeasy run by magicians.
Review so far:
pros:
-great MC! She has a fun personality- not the flat heroine most Otome games have, but not a super cold Ice Queen type either. I really liked her.
-Diverse cast! From the main cast there’s the MC, who’s Chinese-American, Vivienne, who’s African-American, Alexei, who’s Russian, Giovanni, who’s Italian, and Emilio, who’s Spanish. Then Marie, who’s transgender, and her gender identity is handled very well! Also a lot of different body types and facial features.
-Lovable characters. I didn’t expect to like everyone so much but there is literally nobody in the main cast that I dislike. I thought I wouldn’t enjoy Giovanni’s route after I played Alex’s and decided he was my fav, but turns out I was wrong. Gio was great too.
-everything is quite realistic and fits well with the setting. There’s even a glossary for slang.
-Art and music are gorgeous
-several different endings! I’ve only played the romance routes so far but I think there’s a friendship ending as well as a sad ending for each character. The romances were really sweet so I can’t wait to see what happens with the other routes!
Cons:
-it was made for NaNoReNo, so the story does feel a little rushed because of the time limit and the game is really short ;-; it feels like there should have been more but they just didn’t have time to finish the story.
-not a lot of choices.
And random note: do you know, I actually wanted to make an Otome Game myself a while back. I had some plot, choices, routes and characters all planned out and even downloaded a program to try and teach myself how to make a game…but then I realized I suck at it and it was just too much for me to handle on my own XD I’ve been working on the ideas I had for that game though- mostly the characters, I’ve thought of a lot of Love Interests ;) maybe someday I could actually make this work as a collab with someone else when I’m older…for now I think I might try writing down the script and drawing some more concept art for the characters because I have too many ideas and I need to let them out LOL
I’M ALIVE. The internet was absolute shit, yay. Sorry about the long wait OTL
Aaah, right, I got those, I just noticed them after posting ^^;;; They were buried in the asks from my other blogs ^^:::: Thanks a lot about the aesthetic compliments! I’m glad you liked them! I definitely enjoyed making them ^^ And wow, the feels ;-; Best of Wives and Best of Women.
The drawings you sent me are gorgeous!! Dead Fish Eyes Family tho XD
The thing is, from the start, even before we reached My Shot, they were like ‘meh’. But I still forced them to listen anyway muhahahahaha HOW COULD THEY NOT LIKE THE SCHUYLER SISTERS? THE ABSOLUTE QUEENS??? I am disappointed in them T^T
I STRIKE HIM RIGHT BETWEEN HIS RIBS I WALK TOWARDS HIM, BUT I AM USHERED AWAY THEY ROW HIM BACK ACROSS THE HUDSON I GET A DRINK
((I’m writing those lyrics while listening to one of the most happy songs I know XD))
I’m guessing Burr needed a real life lesson about bullets and their negative effects on humans, especially if they’re fired at someone else. Welp, hopefully he knows now.
We were opposite as kids XD My parents once decided to make a small experiment. They told me to sit down and stay like that for as long as I could. Then, they started measuring how long it took me to start fidgeting, then how long until I stood up and ran somewhere. Barely a minute before fidgeting, a bit more than 3 until I stood up and ran away. I wasn’t joking when I said everyone thought I had ADHD.
Thankfully, I knew the consequences of drawing on walls well enough from my sister’s example (I still remember how mad my mom was when she found out she’d been writing an walls) to do anything, but for some reason, I always broke everything I touched. I was not to be trusted with the dishes and if anyone got me a snow globe (which was surprisingly often), it wouldn’t last a month unless it was placed on the highest shelf, out of my reach. Even then, I would still manage to break it sooner or later.
((Random, but my playlist is on shuffle and just played 98% of my Christmas songs, one after other. I am slightly worried XD (even tho I sang along)))
I didn’t do it to my clothes, but I had a knack for redesigning barbie clothes/hairstyles/makeup. And my sister would usually help, despite being 6 years older XD She was always so artistic, she even sewed some clothes for them! They were actually pretty good, despite her being 10-12 yo.
To be honest, I’m fascinated. I am genuinely fascinated. Partly at the fact that the shoe managed to get buried in the inside of your nose, partly at how much fuss you went through to get it out XD I think I would’ve cried regardless of pain or not, had I gotten a nosebleed as a kid. I just couldn’t stand blood (still can’t tbh)
I’m slowly running out of space on my shelves, because I keep adding new books there, and yet I never move any of the trinkets or toys that are there. My mom keeps insisting we at least move some stuff to the basement, not throw it out, but I never give in XD I mean, I’m very happy with how the whole thing looks right now, and it would be empty without the stuff. For some reason, I have no problems with dolls now, but plush toys and small figurines are what get to me… For example, horses have always been among my favourite animals, so I have a shitton of horse toys, and they honestly take up a lot of space, and yet I feel like I’d be betraying my hobby (horse riding) by throwing them away ;-; Until I have no more space for books, I’m not moving anything XD (unfortunately, that’s gonna be very soon, even now I always have to move stuff around a lot to fit them in)
Wow. Well, I’m gonna be a stiff and say ‘Kids these days…’ Im only halfway joking. I went to visit my old elementary school last year and, boy, did the first years (7yo) annoy me. Now, I was a brat, but I wasn’t a brat with a smartphone who didn’t socialise with others at all. And my old teacher told me stories of their parents… I’m slowly changing my mind about wanting to be a chemistry professor in the future XD I think imma just be a researcher. Thing is, parents aren’t strict enough. True, my mom was a bit too strict, but one of the girls I went to elementary school has parents who always let her do anything she wanted, and even when they grounded her, they’d ‘un-ground’ her half an hour later. And guess how she turned out! Today, she smokes (cigarets and weed), goes out at least 4 times a week and gets wasted every time, I don’t even want to start on her grades and, most of all, she’s an ungrateful brat who’s used to getting everything she wants. Life’s gonna be fun for her.
YES, YES IT IS. I mean, in the last chapter, almost all of them were heavily implied, one of them even had an actual love confession a few chapters back, but nothing was said in the last chap, except for this:
WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN??? THIS IS MY 2nd ULTIMATE OTP IN THE SHOW; WHAT THE FUUUUU
AND THEN THERE WAS ANOTHER ONE, WHERE BOTH OF THEM DIED IN THE MANGA, BUT THEY WERE THERE IN THE LAST CHAP, APPARENTLY AS REINCARNATIONS??
BUT MY OTP. THE SHIP I CARED ABOUT SINCE DAY 1. THE ONE I SHIPPED FOR AS LONG AS I’VE BEEN READING THE MANGA (which is, admittedly, quite long, I’d say more than a year and a half) IT WAS THE MOST ??? ONE. OKay, here’s the story: He’s originally a bad guy, but he was manipulated, so he repented of his sins, did some good shit and was still locked in a prison. Then, there was a huge war arc and he was freaking helpful and did a lot of good stuff, so now, in the end, he was pardoned. AND THE LAST CHAP; HERE’S WHAT WE FIND OUT: HE WAS PARDONED; AND EVER SINCE, SHE’D BEEN DOING HER HAIR EVERY DAY (implying she’s happy or seeing him, I guess???) AAAAA I’m lowkey debating posting the entire last chap here for you to read, even without context, just so you can see how much it’s only implication and nothing real (;_;)
Ouch… Well, I’ll have to think about it then ^^
Tbh I can’t imagine Levi with Feitan’s hair. It’s too messy XD
Ahahahahahah Idk if I’ll ever get over Schwing, despite not watching/reading the manga… Schwing.
I think most of Metal Bat’s personality comes through in the manga, because he has a few omake in the manga, where he goes to strenuous lengths to protect/keep his sister pure. It’s adorable, really. His sis is a bit of a brat tho. Amai mask. I can not stand that guy.
Oh yes, the beautiful, murderous smile. You can practically hear the panties dropping.
I still have 15ish chaps till I’m caught up w the manga, but both she and her sis have very… interesting personalities XD Im pretty sure she’s like that on purpose, though, to bring more humour into the manga (as if it needed that XD)
AoT Will keep hurting me as long as it can. Basically, until I either drop it or until it ends.
Oh, you don’t think they’ve realised yet? From the amount of gifs I’ve seen, I’d say the fangirls are very well informed XD
Oh joy… Please keep me updated XD And come screaming if Urie does die, cause I gotta read that for myself XDDD
OYAOYAOYA SO HAVE YOU PERHAPS STARTED WALTZ??
Ahah, I warned you… I still wanna cry when I think of Varg. #stillnotoverit
huehuehueheuhueheuheuheuehueheuheuheuehuehueheue ill spare you for now. no telling what comes in the future tho~
Alrighty, i’ll check it out ^^ it seems interesting enough!
Oh, yeah, I forgot to add, but I’m trying to start a love live dance cover group here in Zagreb! It’s harder than you think =3= It seems like I’m the only one who likes the show. Hopefully, I manage to find people ^^
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I’m bored and feel like answering random questions
and also no one is gonna ask me them so I’m gonna do it A++
Do you prefer city lights, or stars?
Stars. City lights are pretty since there’s much more color variety, but stars mean you’re probably around nature and less civilization. And city lights mean I have to go somewhere near the city. not my cup of tea. Unless we’re talking about photos. Then stars still win. What is the most romantic thing that's happened to you?
You know I’m not sure if this really qualifies. But one of my close friends had a crush on me, but hadn’t told me yet. I don’t remember the conversation, but I’d said something along the lines of “cause I’m fantastic!” And I’d been walking away and I think I heard him sigh “and beautiful” and I don’t think he really intended for me to hear it (if I did infact hear him right), but I did my brain kinda went ‘wut the faaack’ cause it was really sweet and a little embarrassing to hear. And while I didn’t return his feelings, I kinda think about sometimes and get a little twitterpated.
Describe the image that comes into your head when you see the word "ethereal".
Most often the image that comes to my mind is something of a ghostly creature. I think what creature comes to mind depends on the moment. But they might be white, with just the faintest blue tinge. And whether the blue is from their body or the faint glow around them you aren’t really sure. An eternal mist flowing from their body and dissipating into the air. They have bright eyes that glow stronger than the rest of them. And they move with a slow grace, a calm walk, a flowing movement. And when you lock eyes you’re frozen, and it pierces you. And you can’t describe the emotion that is evoked from their gaze, you only know that it’s strong, and changed something in you, even if it’s only a small thing.
What would someone have to do to earn your trust?
Die.
Describe the outfit you truly want to wear. Anything, a spacesuit, an Elizabethan style gown, a cape made from spider silk, reality doesn't matter.
To be honest, I like a lot of stereotypical ‘jungle warrior woman’ type outfits. Those ones that are basically a bra and a skirt with those leg slits. Kind of like what you see in the Disney move Atlantis. I’m far too self-conscious about showing skin to wear revealing things in my day-to-day life (I think only just started wearing shorts when I was like, 20. And even then I have like 2 pairs and barely wear them). I find it funny that while I could barely bring myself to wear basic shorts, I wear a bikini when swimming. I think that’s attributed to the fact that a lot of people wear skimpy swimwear though, so I feel like I stick out less. But I digress. A ‘shirt’ that goes across the chest, like tropical wear you often see. A really long skirt that’s knee-length or nearly floor-length, but there’s no real sides to the skirt. And like, cool swirly or squarish symbols all over my skin. And I want multiple ones of different colors. Also a robe/robe + hood for when it’s cold and because whipping those around is cool.
What impossible thing do you wish was real?
For me, and anyone I deemed worthy, to have super powers.
What kind of adventure would you like to have?
Something dangerous, something exciting. Traveling amongst nature, having to fend for myself. Exploring new lands, meeting interesting and previously unknown cultures, finding mystical creatures that are truly of magic. Keeping in mind in my adventure I’m perfectly equipped and knowledgeable to handle all of the things and wouldn’t die the second I poked the wrong plant.
What is the worst way for you to die? (In your opinion).
Parasites. OR, being stabbed to death by thousands of dirty and contaminated hospital needles. Just. Things that can eat me that are difficult to punch creep me the frick out. And as for hospital needles: there are so many infections and diseases on those things, and they sit there in their plastic containers. Festering off each other. And as if being stabbed by needles wasn’t enough, if you managed to survive the impaling, your body would fall apart because of the hundreds or thousands of festering plagues you just contracted.
(P.S. the hospital needle horror happened to be spawned from a really good comic called Awful Hospital located right the flip here: http://www.bogleech.com/awfulhospital/intro.html)
Seriously go check it out it’s really good, funny, dramatic, weird, interactive, and (as of May 3, 2017 as I post this), regularly updated!
Can you dance?
No. And I desperately want to. I think I can keep beat, but I have no idea what to do with my legs really. Most of my dancing includes acting out what the mood/lyrics of the song are, or aggressive tribal dancing. Make an obscure reference.
“Greetings my Tallest, it is I, invader Kiiiiish!”
What is your favorite color for a balloon?
Blue looks good on everything.
What store would you be the least likely to be found in?
A weed shop.
Bowties or Ties?
Bowties. They can be on your head or on your neck.
What’s wrong with taking the backstreets?
Being mugged or someone or their dog probably pooped back there and left it.
What is your favorite Pokemon type?
Poison and Dragon (though I like the concept of poison types rather than the actual Pokemon in it. When a poison eeveelution comes out I can die happy). And dragons are just dragons.
What if I told you that you were pretty?
Ikr, thx m8
What turns you on?
Stomachs, sour punch straws.
Sign?
Scorpio! :D
Who is your OTP?
Kisshu x Ichigi from Tokyo Mew Mew, and yes I know they’re unhealthy, dysfunctional, and also not canon, but dammit they were my first OTP and remain stubbornly at the top after all these years. They are my guilt OTP.
Shion x Nezumi from No. 6. Best part is I went into No. 6 not reading the description and going in completely clueless, so their romance blindsided me. Either way they’re just really cute and I’m not sure why I like them better than some older ships I like.
If you could dye your hair any color right now, what would it be?
A sunset gradient or a silver/blue gradient!
Put your songs on shuffle, and tell me the first song that plays.
What Can I Do For You? - Steven Universe
How do you compare to people’s expectations of you?
I fail them completely.
A fictional character you familiarize yourself with.
Rin and Razo from the Books of Bayern (Forest Born and River Secrets are their books specifically).
Favorite Animal?
I’ve been in love with beluga whales for my whole life. White lions are a close second!
Name a few of your insecurities.
Whether or not people think I’m stupid, and whether I am intelligent or not. Being myself, because I fear people would find me annoying. My opinions on the world, and if others would view them as childish or ignorant or naive. Mostly just a lot of how others view me.
What brings out a mean streak in you?
People that slight me.
Describe a person who would be the polar opposite to yourself.
Confident, social, aggressive, forgiving, outgoing, worldly, a people-person, strict, self-righteous, noticeable, impressive, rebellious, happy.
Have you ever helped/rescued a wild animal in trouble?
When I was younger my cat brought in a lot of animals she hunted as gifts. I did my best to nurse them back to health (mostly lizards. Anything warm-blooded was dead if she brought it back). Some lived, some didn’t and I was always happy to watch them zip back into the wild like a bullet.
Describe the backstory for a character you’ve created.
A siren who comes across a werewolf child she takes interest in and befriends. Through some ups and down she decides she won’t eat the souls of humans anymore, despite the fact that means she also gives up living forever and growing new powers/strengths as a result. If/when that kid dies, however, she plans on going straight back into her old ways. She believes that she is an inherently evil creature, and no amount of pretending to be good will ever change that.
What’s your signature scent?
Cherry Blossom lotions/perfumes, mint chapstick.
Favorite school subject?
Science, P.E.
What is the closest framed picture around you a picture of?
My late cat, Princess.
The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
Their face.
Is cheating ever okay?
No.
What’s a nickname only your family calls you?
Peanut. Cause apparently when I was born I was shaped like a peanut.
What was your first stuffed animal and it’s name?
Probably not the ‘first’ per-say, but the first I remember was a big, sparkly, rainbow, beanie-filled boa constrictor that I named Bo-Rainbow. I still have him to this day :’D
Whats drink you always order at Starbucks?
Water.
Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
Whatever position I happened to leave it in.
Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?
No sheets, useless piece of fabric and makes the bed to hot >3<!
Do you have freckles?
Kinda? Not typical freckles, but a few sun-kisses on the right side of my face and on random spots on my body.
What size is your bed?
Twin.
Ever used a gun?
Yes, a few times! But thankfully not against anything living!
Can you curl your tongue?
Yup, yup!
Are you open about your feelings?
Depends on the feelings. Usually no.
If you could choose between being able to play any instrument in the world, or being able to speak any language, which would you choose?
Speak any language. Singing’s the only instrument I like!
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Indignant rage churns in his body, a tidal wave of anger surging through him, refusing to be suppressed. Prescott gazes at her, his disbelief mingling with a sense of bitter amusement, as she keeps her head held high, masking her inner turmoil behind a veil of false strength. He knows her too well, recognizing the fragility lurking beneath that mask of defiance, the way she's slowly falling apart. "Seriously?" he spits out the word, each syllable oozing with disdain. His voice resonates with an icy detachment, reflecting the chill in his gaze. "You're sorry now. How convenient, Mishka. A damn apology after all this time. As if it magically erases everything that happened.”
Her attempts at pacifying him only stoke the fire burning within him. A bitter laugh escapes his lips, his mouth curving into a sardonic smile that fails to reach his eyes. "Belittle you? That's rich, coming from you," he retorts, his voice dripping with scorn, his eyes flashing with unspoken accusations. "You didn't seem too concerned about belittling me when you walked away, did you?"
"All those damn years, Mishka," he continues, his voice a low growl. His hands clench and release, mirroring the chaotic storm of emotions raging inside him. "I was left with nothing but unanswered questions, suffocating doubts, and the haunting memory of your betrayal. And now you expect me to just swallow your apology and move on?"
The ghosts of alternate paths haunted her, lurking at the edges of her thoughts, but they were nothing more than empty what ifs. The harsh truth of her past actions stared her down, and the consequences were a bitter pill to swallow. Prescott's words hit her like a slap in the face, filling her with tangible anguish—causing a sting that matched her inner turmoil. She couldn't deny the truth in what he said. She had hurt him, wounded him deeply, and why should she deny him his anger and resentment? It was only fair. If she were in his shoes, she knew she wouldn't be forgiving either.
However, there was defiance in her spirit, a refusal to crumble beneath her past mistakes. "You're right," she started, her voice steady despite the chaos within her. She held her head high—pretending to be strong. "I hurt you, and I genuinely apologize for that. I know it's too late for my apology, but it doesn't make it any less sincere."
If she thought it would soften him, she was wrong. His words were brutal and uncaring—a painful reminder of the vast divide between them. His accusations, his remarks, came at her like a freight train, but she met each one head-on—her tone resolute, her spirit unyielding. "I understand you despise me, Pres," she admitted, the bitterness of her words lingering in her mouth. "But that doesn't give you the right to belittle me. I'm not asking you to change anything for me. I don't expect it from you."
#THREADS ;#CHARACTER ; PRESCOTT BECKETT#prescott + mishka 001#otp: sometimes falling apart can make us stronger than ever.#//lolol just saying mate ! me too ! the kids will love her xD#q
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His forced smile can't completely hide the deep resentment, the painful reminder of what has happened before, the sound of laughter turning into a sharp cry of betrayal. Prescott can feel her watching him, but he only sees a stranger who understands his heartache without actually experiencing it. He struggles to keep the bitterness out of his voice as he responds, "Yeah, they definitely do." There's a weight of unspoken words pressing against his chest when Mishka casually mentions how his kids resemble him. The tension he's been fighting against rises, and his eyes reveal a hardness he didn't mean to show. He's on the verge of snapping back, reminding her of the pain she has stirred up, but then Jordan's request for cupcakes interrupts the discomfort.
A glimmer of hope sneaks into Prescott's mind. Maybe this is his chance to break free, to escape from the overwhelming pressure of the playground and the unwelcome memories it brings. He turns to her, trying to find a way out and adding that maybe Mishka probably wants to get back to work. He hopes she'll understand his hidden plea. His heart tightens as she hesitates, his hopes rising for a moment before she casually brushes off his concerns. "Work can wait," she announces, and Prescott's stomach churns at the false promise of her joining the cupcake adventure. His polite facade starts to crack, and he barely manages to keep his disappointment from seeping into his voice. "Sure, why not," he forces out, each word tasting like vinegar.
As they walk towards the cupcake shop, the sweet aroma of baked goods surrounding them in a sickeningly pleasant haze. Having to spend time with Mishka for a long period makes his head spin. He swallows his irritation and answers each one, all the while struggling with the bitter taste of a past he can't escape and a present he never wanted. The jingling sound of the shop bell rings in his ears, a discordant melody playing alongside the chaos unfolding within him.
She watched Prescott closely, paying attention to the slight tension in his voice amidst the background noise of his kids’ laughter. The excitement of Brooklyn and Jordan filled the air, and their contagious happiness affected everyone around them. Prescott’s words, “You’re really good with kids,” lingered in her mind, accompanied by an elusive feeling that Mishka couldn’t quite understand. She responded cheerfully, hiding the nervousness stirring in their stomach. “Thanks, Prescott. They make it easy.”
At that moment, Prescott’s face tightened when she mentioned his wife, and she felt a pang of empathy. Did he have some hidden pain inside? She wanted to ask, but they knew the limit they had set. They had to choose their words carefully, avoiding anything too personal, like dancers following a precise choreography. “They are truly wonderful,” She gently added, looking back at the children. “There’s a part of you in each of them.” Time seemed to slow down at the playground, with the bright colors of the slides, swings, and the noise of other kids fading away. Her focus was solely on Brooklyn, Jordan, and Prescott. Then, Jordan’s voice interrupted their thoughts, asking hopefully for cupcakes.
Mishka saw the silent plea in Prescott’s eyes, as if he wanted her to say no. Caught off guard, she hesitated, feeling a rush of conflicting emotions. They didn’t want to leave this bubble of happiness, but they understood the importance of respecting Prescott’s boundaries. Their heart ached with an unspoken longing, wishing for a different reality. “I…” She started, then paused, looking at Prescott. “Work can wait,” they finally said, forcing a smile for Jordan. “But only if I can join in the cupcake fun. Deal?”
#THREADS ;#CHARACTER ; PRESCOTT BECKETT#prescott + mishka 002#otp: sometimes falling apart can make us stronger than ever.#q
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Prescott's heart wrenches, as if it's been wrung out, listening to Mishka's words. Despite the pain that flickers in his chest, he remains steadfast in his decision to sever all ties with her. He can't risk being pulled back into the tempestuous emotions and agony that their relationship once brought. As she speaks, he can't help but admire the courage it must have taken for her to stand before him like this. A part of him wants to hold her close and soothe her pain.
A small voice in the back of his mind whispers, ‘Maybe this is their second chance.’ But he forcefully suppresses it, recollecting the heartache she caused him. Looking around, he takes note of the little details of the people walking around them as they share this heart wrenching confrontation in the courthouse steps. The golden light of the sun should have made this a perfect day, but it does nothing to ease the leaden weight in his chest.
"You're right, Mishka," he says, his voice quivering slightly, but still resolute. "You hurt me. And although I appreciate your apology, it's far too late. Time has passed, and I've moved on." He grits his teeth and balls his hands into fists, willing his emotions to be kept in check. "I don't regret the life I have now. My children are my everything, and I wouldn't trade them for anything. Not even for you." His words sting, even to his own ears, but he knows he has to stay firm in his decision. For his sake and for theirs.
Mishka's mind was in turmoil, a storm of regret and sorrow raging inside her. She couldn't shake the thought of what might have been if she had been honest with him all those years ago. Maybe they could have been together, and their love could have endured. But those were just empty what-ifs now. All she could do was face the consequences of her actions.
Prescott's words felt like a physical blow—as if he had slapped her across the face. She couldn't deny that she deserved his anger and knew she’d hurt him deeply. How could she blame him for not forgiving her? If the roles were reversed, she would react the same way. With her chin held high, she spoke—keeping her voice steady. "You're right, Pres. I hurt you, and I'm so sorry. I know it came too late, but I really am sorry."
The biggest blow was yet to come, it came when he told her about his marriage and children. As the words sank in, it felt like a knife had been twisted in her heart. She knew it was only natural for him to move on, but it still hurt like hell. Mustering a smile, she hid the agony inside her. "I'm happy for you. Really, I am. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I'm glad you found it."
#THREADS ;#CHARACTER ; PRESCOTT BECKETT#prescott + mishka 001#otp: sometimes falling apart can make us stronger than ever.#//im breaking my own heart w this thread uwu#q
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Prescott's eyes remain fixed on Mishka as she struggles to articulate her feelings, and he can sense the weight of her regret. Despite the anger bubbling inside him, he can't help but feel a twinge of empathy for her. The tears welling up in her eyes make it difficult for him to break away from her gaze. He wishes he could ease her pain, but the damage she caused is too great.
"Regardless of your intentions, Mishka, you hurt me deeply," he says, his voice heavy with emotion. "I loved you, and I envisioned a future with you. But you robbed me of that choice." As he speaks, his mind drifts back to their past together, and the emotions he thought he had buried surge back to the surface. "I understand why you felt the need to protect me, but I wish you had given me a say in the matter. Maybe things could have turned out differently."
The full impact of the situation finally hits him, and he takes a deep breath before delivering the final blow. He stares directly into her eyes, bracing himself for the words to come. "I've moved on. I got married and have two children now." Though he doesn't say it out loud, he chooses to withhold the fact that he's now divorced. He doesn't believe that Mishka deserves to know that part, and he has no desire to reignite their past romance. One heartbreak was enough, and he's not willing to risk getting hurt again.
Mishka's heart ached as Prescott's words hit her like a tidal wave, making a sea of remorse to envelop her to the point of drowning. The space seemed to close in around her, the guilt she felt for her past decisions crushing her. She swallowed the lump in her throat, finding it hard to hold back the tears that blurred her vision. "Pres, I—" she started, her voice cracking. "I never wanted to hurt you. It was never my intention to betray your trust."
She peered away, the memories of their time together flooding her mind. The love they had shared, the laughter and the tears, all a distant memory now, replaced by the stark reality of their present. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the words she needed to say. "I'm sorry, Pres. I truly am. But I can't change the past. We both need to move on."
Needing him to see her sincerity, she turned to face him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You're right, you deserved to know the truth. But I was afraid. Afraid that you'd choose me over your family, and I couldn't let you do that. I wanted to protect you from the pain it would have caused." She swallowed hard, choking back a sob. "I loved you too much to see you suffer like that." She shook her head, while simultaneously warding off the tears in her eyes. "I wish I had known, I wish I could change my actions, but I can’t. It’s too late. I do know that you need to move on. I have. You need to do the same."
#THREADS ;#CHARACTER ; PRESCOTT BECKETT#prescott + mishka 001#otp: sometimes falling apart can make us stronger than ever.#q
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Prescott stands there, his stomach churning, as Mishka effortlessly wins over Brooklyn and Jordan, his kids. Their laughter and excitement echo around him, creating a loud noise he can't escape. The energy and joy his children exude seem even more intense when they're around her, and it bothers him. It's like an irritating itch under his skin, the way they instantly click with her, like magnets drawn together. He feels resentful, even though he can't deny the happiness in their eyes. He doesn't want to make a scene, though; they look so incredibly happy. Turning to Mishka, he forces himself to speak without showing his irritation too much. "You're really good with kids," he says, trying to sound like it's a compliment, even though it tastes sour in his mouth.
Her face lights up with a genuine smile, unfazed by his snarky tone. She's always been like that. His wife. The mention of her hits him like a punch to the gut, stealing his breath for a moment. He almost blurts out that they're divorced now, but he stops himself. Mishka doesn't need to know. She belongs to his past, and he has to keep her there. A faint smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, barely noticeable. "Thanks," he forces himself to say, his voice gruff but polite.
Minutes drag on, feeling like hours, as the playground becomes a backdrop to his racing thoughts. Then, his son Jordan snaps him out of his mental fog, asking if they can have cupcakes. Prescott looks at Mishka, hoping for a way out, for something that feels normal. "Mishka probably wants to get back to work," he suggests, his voice almost pleading. He keeps his eyes fixed on her, silently begging. Will she see it? Will she understand?
Brooklyn and Jordan were so full of energy, and it was contagious. Their laughter filled the air with so much happiness that you couldn’t help but feel it too. Even though she had some worries deep down, she let their joyful spirit keep her grounded in the present moment, where the past couldn’t bother her. Brooklyn shouted excitedly as Mishka pushed her on the swing. Her smile was real, reaching her eyes, which didn’t happen often these days. They were really good kids, and you could tell they took after their dad.
Prescott was a good guy, and no matter what happened, he had always been there for them. You could see his influence in the kids, how they were kind and generous, just like him. It made her feel a mix of happiness and sadness when she thought about his wife, who was lucky to have him. But she pushed away the pain that thought brought. It wasn’t the right time for that. His voice had a certain feeling she couldn’t quite figure out, and it interrupted her thoughts. His words had a deeper meaning that she couldn’t fully understand right away. Her heart started racing, and for a moment, she got lost in his gaze. His voice echoed in her head, confirming the special connection she felt with Brooklyn.
At first, it surprised her—and she longed for a past that could never be brought back. But then she pulled herself together and smiled again, although it was softer this time. She replied, “I like them too. They’re amazing. You and your wife did a fantastic job.” It was a way of acknowledging his role as a dad and gently reminding him of the boundaries they had set. It wasn’t easy, but it was necessary. In the end, she focused her attention back on the kids, her eyes shining with joy. She let the sound of their laughter fill her ears, her heart, her whole world. They were her escape, a moment of forgetting in a life full of reminders. Even if it only lasted for a little while, it was totally worth it.
#THREADS ;#CHARACTER ; PRESCOTT BECKETT#prescott + mishka 002#otp: sometimes falling apart can make us stronger than ever.#q
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