#pardon things that dont make sense

[todayisafridaynight]

Is there a character that’s like a Vegeta to you as in there’s so many interesting characters, but fans love this douche so we got to make him the center focus now!

there's like. legally only one answer to this question but i feel ???? saying it

[dennisboobs]

i wrote another rambly dennis analysis and deleted it <3 y'all don't need that

[thyln4gf]

Friends

✞ You and Carlos have been best friends since forever. But is platonic love really everything that you feel for each other?

✞ Word count - 2,5k

✞ I have synesthesia! Heres 5 songs that I associate with this fic - "genie in a bottle" - Christina Aguilera, "friends" - Chase Atlantic, "a rash decision" - Ice Nine Kills, "sonne" - Rammstein, "dont be so shy" - Imany.

✞ Warnings - smut, unprotected sex (wrap the beast before the feast, folks), the influence of alcohol. I also wrote the most of it at like 4am, so pardon the quality of it, thank yewww x

✞ Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

As soon as you step into the house, a soft groan of relief leaves your throat. Your heels immediately get kicked off of your feet, and you dont even bother to fiddle with the straps too much. You had a long, long evening - formal settings werent exactly your natural habitat, but being there with Carlos made them much more bearable. You are his best friend, and he is a famous figure, meaning that he invites you to all sorts of events all the damn time. Speaking of which - he was watching you with amusement, completely aware of the fact that you werent exactly in a huge amount of comfort at the moment.

"And whos not making any sense now? I told you not to wear those." Carlos slips the comment your way, making you roll your eyes only hearing the three magic words. He didnt tell you everything, though - yes, he knew how uncomfortable your heels were. And yes, he also knew that walking in them sucked. But he kept something to himself - the fact that only the thought of those heels excited him, as he had always liked to imagine taking them off for you. He could vividly imagine kneeling right in front of you, taking his sweet time, kissing your skin everywhere that he could reach. He liked the idea of it a little too much, to the point he found himself disappointed when the sight of you kicking them off greeted him.

"I had no choice, and you know it. I had nothing else to go with this dress!" You complain, vaguely gesturing at the dress you were wearing - the tired whine in your voice was obvious. Carlos' eyes slide up and down your body as you did so - he had a chance, and he took it. God, he loved this dress - the red, short-ish dress with a slit on the side - the tattoo on your thigh peeked through each and every time that you moved. He got a sudden urge to bite your thigh right there and then, but he knew that hed be overstepping the boundaries.

All he does is let out an amused, half-chuckle type of laugh. He loved listening to your rants. And boy, could you do that just fine - your mouth never closed. And he loved it.

He started slipping his own shoes off, all while watching you walk into your kitchen - your movements were so smooth, to the point that he swore that you were floating sometimes. He doesnt want to have you out of his sight for too long, so he takes his shoes off just a little faster than he normally would, and following your idea of entering the kitchen. There he found you by one of the counters, pouring yourself a glass of wine. He lets a small smile appear on his lips - he just couldnt help himself around you.

"Tired, amor?" His voice floats through the air, smooth as butter on toast, and just as warm. He always used that specific petname for you, and only you. And youd be a liar if you said that it didnt make you feel some type of way - the tone he used never failed to turn you on just a little, despite you two being... friends? You werent too sure at this point. You just shrug at him as a response, still trying to grab a set of words that were coherent enough. You swirl the beverage in your glass around, eyebrows rising up for barely a second before taking a sip.

Yet another thing that he enjoyed about you - watching all those small habits of yours, which you probably dont even notice. He liked observing you, just looking at you. And he didnt even try to hide it - he'd just wink at you each and every time that you caught him doing so, with no shame.

He wasnt exactly shy, but when it came to you... he felt like he was a teenager all over again. You made his head spin, and it was a much more enjoyable high than alcohol could ever provide. Only the thought of you made his chest tighten, the air threatening to escape his lungs. He shouldnt be so nervous around you, he thought. He could get anyone all giggly in the matter of seconds. Proof? Charles. But you were a special case... thats for sure. The roles were reversed - you were the one that had him thinking about you all day and night, wishing to get out of the friendzone that everyone hated oh so much. He might have had a wank or two with you lingering on his mind - the way you smelled, the way your eyes looked at him. If the dictionary ever needed a picture to describe being down-bad, they should just stick one of Carlos in there.

After a minute of him staring at you with your drink, you look his way. It felt like a routine at this point - you look away from him even for a fraction of a second, and you know that youre going to see his goofy smirk staring right back at you. But this time... this time, something was off. You couldnt tell if it was the alcohol, or something else (you had a pretty awesome night, despite the event being a formal dinner, but thats a standard at this point) - he was looking at you with an almost... hungry look in his eyes. He looked like he was about to drill a hole through your soul, and was particularly enjoying himself, shooting the usual wink your way, before walking up to lean against the counter, right by your side. His thigh brushes against yours, the material of the suit against your skin almost making you shiver.

"You know what would make tonight even better?" He speaks up, his eyes never leaving yours. Hes acting all smooth and smug right now, but you could see him swallowing his own saliva, and his cheeks turning just a tad bit more red.

"Spill it, big boy. Im listening." You reply, your voice sounding just as seductive as his, almost making his brain short circuit - and you can see it from the way his grin makes its way back onto his lips. He had always found your teases adorable, honestly. Hats off for that.

"Well..." Carlos hesitated for a second, which wasnt like him at all - he was nervous, and it was an adorable sight to witness. "We could have the evening to ourselves and..." his eyes moved to your lips for a split second, letting his gaze linger on them for way longer than what he had considered the "safe limit". He only managed to speak again in a second, seemingly collecting himself a little better now. It didnt mean that his cheeks werent heating up in embarrassment, though. "Well, you know."

A chuckle slips from your throat upon hearing his offer. He was beating around the bush slightly, but not like you minded. You had always liked this goofball of a man, and his methods of getting his way. You never let them sink in deep, confused on his true intentions behind his actions. But something about this evening... the alcohol has hit your brain already, and awhile ago, and all you could think about was your friends lips all over you.

You down the rest of your drink, and put the glass down on the counter, a little to the right of you. You turn your head to Carlos, once again. He couldnt be more predictable - youre greeted with a sight of him staring at the hand handling the glass, then your waist. Eventually, up to your eyes. You stare back at him. You raise your finger to trace it along his jawline, his chin, the bottom half of his cheeks. He gulps, getting much more nervous than he was before.

"Youre adorable, did you know that?" You whisper right in front of his face, your warm breath hitting his lips. He doesnt even get to respond, before he feels your lips on his. His brain doesnt even register what was happening at first, but his body reacts way before his brain - his left hand immediately went to your hip, pulling you to his body. The other one is now gripping the counter, and he finds himself hoping that his knees wont give out. He could smell the cherry and cinnamon wine on you the moment you got closer, and he doesnt waste any time - he pushes his tongue out of his mouth, hungry and desperate to taste more. He groans, and your hand slides to his neck in response, gripping it ever so slightly, pulling him closer. He takes it as permission to shove his tongue even deeper, earning a little chuckle out of you.

Quickly enough, his other hand goes down to your hips as well, now caressing them with great intensity. The material of your dress slides up ever so slightly, and he just cant wait much longer - he lifts you without even trying, and places you on the counter. His movements are harsh and desperate, and he doesnt notice the glass. He knocks it over, and it shatters to pieces, right on the floor.

"Carlos..." you groan against his mouth, trying to pull away a little, so you could actually look at what just happened. You earn a sigh out of him for that - out of all the scenarios he had imagined of your first time together... all the circumstances of you moaning his name for the first time were not that. He clicks his tongue, and grabs your chin, turning your face to his, slamming his lips back on yours. It was almost like him saying that he really couldnt be giving less shits. He wanted you, and he was forced to wait for way too fucking long.

His other hand travels down to your thigh, now kneading it like his life depended on it. A moan slips from you, right into his mouth. The grip that you still have on his throat only tightens, causing his movements to become even more aggressive.

He tries to slide your dress up to your waist, but the fabric being trapped between the countertop and your body didnt let him. He lets out a slow groan of frustration. Desperate times call for desperate solutions, no? He leans you against his body, leaning back a little himself. That lets him pull the skirt up. He has barely even brushed his fingertips against your skin, but it was just enough to make your certain area feel a little tingly already.

He wants to take off your underwear as well, while you two are at it. He finds that his back cant take much more of being in this position, but he still hesitates about doing that, his fingers tugging the lacy material ever so slightly. You notice it, and grab one of his wrists to guide him to take those off, almost desperately. You can hear him sucking in a breath, but not resisting anything at all.

Once theyre off, he sits you back down to your previous position. His lips pull away from yours first, something that he never thought that he would be doing. He keeps staring into your eyes, his hands reaching to take his own pants off. This man had his tongue down your throat just seconds ago, and even that didnt make your face heat up more than this.

His pants are off in the matter of seconds. For a second there, he was close to fucking you just like this, through the hole his underpants had in the front. He ended up taking the underwear off as well, and it flied off even faster than the pants did, his boner getting freed as well.

He cant resist looking down to your pussy, already so wet and ready for him. So needy. You had always put up a tough demeanour, which you were trying to maintain even now. Adorable, he thought. He looks back up to your eyes while getting closer to you again, his palms landing on your thighs, spreading your legs just slightly. He was desperate, almost shaking with desire. But he still wanted to get your consent. God, you love men doing the bare minimum so much. All you can manage is a brief nod, and its all it takes him - he almost explodes on you. His lips immediately attack your neck, pressing multiple kisses everywhere that he could reach. He was never a man who liked to waste much time, and it shows - he gave his cock a few pumps before entering you right away, yet still taking his sweet time to let you adjust to him. He earns a gasp out of you, as you throw your head back. He cant help himself, and the kisses on your neck turn into gentle bites. You moan a little louder - feeling him on you, and in you was almost overwhelming, and you could already feel the knot in your lower stomach forming. Though, you werent sure if it was that, or his length hitting you deep. Or both.

He was even closer than you were. The precum has leaked long before he even took his pants off. Honestly... Being near you was almost like keeping an infinite edging streak - sexually frustrating torture. He thrusts into you for a few more minutes, and he already knows that hes about to cum. He groans in frustration (but only because you havent reached your high yet - he was disappointed with himself. But its not his fault that you were so... hot) and is about to pull out, but your legs suddenly wrap around his waist, pulling him closer right before he can do that. A loud moan slips from his throat, the warm liquid already filling you up so good. And you find himself shutting him up with a kiss - the sloppiest youve ever had at this point.

His movements stop, his mind hazy from all the pleasure he's receiving. All he can focus on is you, and only you. You were content with leaving things like this, you were honestly about to cum anyway. Just another minute of him staying inside of you... But Carlos seemed to have gotten a different idea. Suddenly, he's in a kneeling position right in front of you, looking up with his pretty eyes. His eyelashes are longer than mine... what the fuck?

However, your train of thought quickly melts away when his tongue makes contact with your clit. He wanted to go slow just to tease you, but all the pretty sounds you were making teased him instead, and he found himself speeding up just a little, making sure to apply some more pressure as well. And, soon enough, youre riding your own high against his face. Both of your breaths are heavy, and both of you could be found smiling.

You both forgot about the load in you, however. You were still bathing in the dopamine after-high, the satisfaction making both of your heads spin. He looked up at you, again. And right at this moment, marrying your best friend seemed possible - something you never believed in.

[beannary]

Pardon me of you've explained this before, but how come in your au where Donnie is Big Mom's son he doesn't seem to have a shell underneath his clothes like AT ALL?

its mostly just a stylistic thing. i find it really hard to draw the turtles in clothes and have the clothes make sense with their shells

heres what he would hypothetically look like if i intentially put the shell underneath his clothes and i just dont like how that looks and i havent figured out a way to draw it that makes it look nice to me

[crazylittlejester]

Sooo, I know that you are technically the “Wars expert”, but you are really good at predicting things that will happen the LU comics.

I keep thinking that Twilight is getting more and more fed up with everyone treating him like he’s made of glass. What do you think, how long will it take until he snaps at someone for being overprotective? And who will it be? ( my guess is that it’ll be either Wars or Time and that it won’t be long 😉)

okay pardon the fact that my brain is soup rn my head is pounding lmao, none of this is gonna be coherent and most of it is off topic rambling i dont think a word of this makes sense-

I don’t really think the others are treating Twi like glass, at least not now

so in my mind i separate the group a bit into “kids” (wind, four, hyrule, legend, wild) and “adults” (time, wars, twi, sky). Now I think the only thing canonically established in LU is that Wind is the youngest and Time is the oldest, so the rest of the group hierarchy can go literally whichever way you interpret it, but I definitely think of Wars and Twi as pretty close up there to Time in regards to how much “power” (for lack of a better word-) they have within the group. They’re the only two who feel like they have the power to “talk back” (again for lack of better words) to Time in a way where Time might actually LISTEN. I feel like it’s not that the others are treating Twilight like glass, they’re worried about him because he almost died, but they have faith in him. But Time on the other hand has to look at Twilight and see his own future with Malon and all that, and based off the conversation in “Malon 5” it seems like Time might feel at least a little bit responsible for keeping Twilight safe and uninjured. But despite this I think that hasn’t impacted his view of Twilight’s capabilities, like yes he might keep more of an eye out for him, but he knows Twilight can handle himself

The new added element to this whole situation is Warriors and “Wild’s” dungeon inexperience. Because now Time, unofficial official leader, has his two “second” in commands as “Guy who has never stepped foot in a dungeon before in his life” and “Descendant who almost died”, and as we’ve seen he’s been really stressed lately and this is just adding to it. Which, yeah, I would be stressed too 😭

My theory isn’t necessarily that Twi is going to snap because he’s being babied, but rather if we DO see him getting snappy at people (Time) it’s going to be because of how strict he’s getting

That being said I have theories about the breakdowns of the groups, and I’m not sure I see a scenario in which Twi, Time, and Wars would be in the same group. MAYBE two of them, but I can’t imagine all three of them would be in the same spot. If they are tho, that’s be hilarious and the fucking DRAMA- oh my god

I think if Warriors WASN’T with Time, he’d be with either Twi or Legend, but not both, and I think the third person could be Wind. If I were the one building these groups, I’d make it Wars, Legend, and Wind

If Time WASN’T with Twi, he’d be with Wars, and if not Wars then I think Four and/or Hyrule. High Stress Adult + two experienced but very chill “kids”. They’d have their differences in how they do things, but I think those three would work well together. But if Jojo’s feeling evil I think Time, Wild, and Legend would be an EXPLOSIVE group of clashing personalities and all three of them would argue the entire time because they’re all very stubborn. I think poor Wild would really get the short end of the stick in that scenario-

I predict, if these groups are gonna be 3 groups of 3 and the goal is to create well balanced teams:

Twilight, Sky, and Wild would be a POWERHOUSE: two adults + one “kid” with ‘half’ dungeon experience. They’d get along well, they’d work well together

Time, Four, and Hyrule: Again, High Stress Adult + two quieter “kids”, but I really think Hyrule and Four would work well together, and they’d balance out Time’s stress with their goofy little guy-ness

Wars, Legend, and Wind: It’s giving a mom taking her two kids to indulge in their hyperfixation she knows nothing about. Wind and Legend are totally capable in a dungeon, and they both have a good dynamic with Wars that could be very entertaining and funny, and definitely just enjoyable to witness

but the evil voices in me want the groups to be Wars/Time/Twi, Legend/Hyrule/Wild, Sky/Four/Wind, because I’m just imagining Drama Queens (crying, screaming, emotions involved), Triple Threat (pure crack), and The People Actually Getting Shit Done, and that would be so epic

aight thats all i got

*falls over and dies*

[dollfaced-erin]

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

taglist :

@rebeccawinters , @nayukiyukihira , @pix-stuff

(sorry i just knew how to make a taglist--)

PART 4

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3

A/n :

this may be a little long since its directly concerning the original plot from HSR. I might slip in a little someone in here, but that's about it since i dont want to stray too far for the sake of character development. And... there wont be much Blade in here. And since the canon has once again been altered about the cause of Yingxing's death, biiiiig plot twist, some things might not make sense at first, but i'll round things up since it was only barely mentioned about their past :)) do correct me if there are parts that are wrong !!

"He goes by the name...Blade."

As Jing Yuan said that, he looked at her for a brief moment, with a sort of...conflicted emotion in his eyes. It was as if...he was saying something forbidden, a taboo. But (Y/n) decided against questioning more than needed. It wasn't her place after all.

"So...am I allowed in the Seat of Divine Foresight...? Am I not an outsider ?" (Y/n) asked, as she continued to wait next to Jing Yuan. Jing Yuan looked pretty disturbed about the name, so she didn't question him about it.

"Of course you are. I'll just say you're my...hm...companion per say," Jing Yuan said, putting a finger on his chin as he pondered slightly about it. But it didn't seem like he was thinking much about it at all. It was as if those were the exact things he wanted to call her.

"Wouldn't people be curious ?" (Y/n) asked as the Starskiff arrived. "Oh, it's here."

Jing Yuan chuckled as he boarded the Starskiff, putting a hand out for the dragon lady to take. Which she graciously did as she boarded the airship. "Would anyone dare question the General of the Luofu ? I beg to differ." Jing Yuan chuckled again.

"And those who are accepted to roam the archives...know about your state. Some...have even seen you there before." Jing Yuan explained, and (Y/n) looked a little confused as to what he meant by that.

"And, why is that ?" She asked, noticing that he indeed wanted to say something, but stopped in the middle. She turned to look at him, and her eyes widened at the sight.

Jing Yuan, having faltered a little from his flirty nature, was blushing with a fist to his lips before coughing a little. "Because whenever I would go missing from my desk of paperwork, they would come find me there. It's...no secret..."

"I...I see..." (Y/n) said, a small smile on her lips as she looked down to her lap, where her hands were neatly placed. "I'm...glad I wasn't alone in that...room."

A room so dark it was only illuminated by the soft blue glow of the ice flowers that she lay on. A room so cold if it wasn't for the hand that held hers when she woke up.

And before long, the two arrived at the Seat of Divine Foresight, where Jing Yuan promised to intercept a call to the Palace of Astrum. As they walked in, they saw a young boy waiting for someone by the grand table in the far end of the Seat of Divine Foresight.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened at the young boy. He was...beautiful was an understatement. He had straight and silky blonde hair, with matching gold eyes. And as soon as the two entered, he turned to look at them, well, rather Jing Yuan.

"General ! I heard about..." then the young boy's gaze fell upon the woman beside his master, gold eyes widening in surprise. "You...you're that...the ice flower lady..."

"Now, now. Don't scare her, Yanqing. She just woke up today." Jing Yuan said as the two walked through the holographic board game, the Starchess. Then, the general gestured her to the young boy.

"(Y/n), this is my student, Yanqing. Lieutenant Yanqing, Lady (Y/n)." Jing Yuan introduced. And the young boy looked quite...impressed by the lady before him.

"How...did she wake up...?" Yanqing wondered and Jing Yuan chuckled softly at the curiosity of his student.

"Most likely the Stellaron. Now, pardon me, both of you. I must send a holographic figure of mine to the Palace of Astrum." Jing Yuan said as he set up a small device on the ground, hoping the connection will reach the other side of the Luofu. "I've received word from Madam Yukong that the Astral Express, that call themselves the Nameless, have stepped foot onto the Xianzhou, but through a docking port, the Jade Gate, said to be instructed by the Stellaron Hunters."

"The Stellaron Hunters...?" Yanqing said, before looking at his master. "But--" "Shh."

The lion master put a hand up to silence his student as the holographic scene of the Palace of Astrum was in front of them. A foxian lady in oriental-clothing, much like the other Xianzhou natives, who was speaking sternly to a group of...outworlders (it seems, from their clothing).

A few strong words of rejection were said by the green-haired foxian, as small reasonings were given by a man from the opposing team. From what she saw, it seemed like it was the leader of the Nameless, a man wearing glasses who was accompanied by two younger girls.

"You are forbidden from leaving the Sky-Faring Commission until the aforementioned questions have been investigated." said the stern woman.

Jing Yuan chuckled as he stepped into the screen, appearing as a hologram in the side of the other party. "Don't be too harsh, Yukong. If this gets out, the whole galaxy will think the Alliance has forgotten how to treat our guests."

The foxian woman, Yukong, looked a little surprised at the sudden appearance and much needed interruption from her general, stuttering a little.

The general than begun to justify the words said by the Nameless and Yukong, appearing to be quite accepting to the sudden and unannounced arrival of the Astral Express team. It seems...that there is more to it than meets the eye, as (Y/n) thought.

"He's practically using them as bait." (Y/n) sweat-dropped and Yanqing nodded along with her. But he seemed to be quite focused and keen on something Jing Yuan had said.

"Wonderful, it's a deal then. I shall inform Yukong that all intel is to be shared with you and that our best personnel are to aid your search. If there's anything the Sky-Faring Commission and the Cloud Knights could do for you during your stay, please don't hesitate to make it known." Jing Yuan said, and the call concluded.

That was until the telling hologram popped up in the room. A small lady with pink hair pinned up by various hairpins and accessories appeared in front of them. Unlike Yanqing, she wasn't surprised in the slightest at the appearance of the newly awoken dragon lady. Perhaps she had foreseen it with the gem on her forehead...?

Yanqing and (Y/n) listened quietly as the two conversed regarding the issue about Blade and how this Stellaron Hunter escaped from under Jing Yuan's gaze. Upon listening closely, it seemed that (Y/n) was indeed right. The lady before her is none other than the Master Diviner, Fu Xuan.

But to her, it was quite hilarious of how this little lady before her thought so highly of herself, even requesting that Jing Yuan suggest her as his successor once he retires. Perhaps she was tired of standing below him...? Or did she want to prove herself for something ? Or was she just power hungry ?

Perhaps her wit and foreseeing abilities do impress the hearts of many and is a great help with governing the Xianzhou. But that tongue of hers and the way she jumps to conclusions, makes (Y/n) indeed think twice. This lady has got anger issues indeed.

Jing Yuan sighed, before looking at (Y/n) warmly with those eyes of his. "There are three things in the world that I cant seem to rid myself of : the troubles of the Xianzhou, the papers on my desk, and the weeds in my garden."

"General, Diviner Fu wants the general's position for herself. Everyone knows that. Even Lady (Y/n) here would've guessed so by now." Yanqing deadpanned as he told his master. (Y/n) chuckled softly, finding the bluntness of this young man quite amusing for her to see.

"She is very capable, but her intellect is burdened by a quick temper. I'll retire when she's achieved a better balance." Jing Yuan said with a knowing smile to the other two by his side.

"This Stellaron thing is easy. Blade escaped, now we gotta go get him. Just say the word and I'll solve it in a flash." Yanqing said confidently.

"I can understand your impatience and I know you want to prove yourself," Jing Yuan said, turning around to face his student. "Now is not the time. If you truly wish to become a Sword Champion, you shouldn't be running around brandishing your sword at people, especially not a major criminal."

"Tsk, you think I'd lose to Blade ?" Yanqing arrogantly declared, a hand on his chest, as if to prove to his master his worth.

Though (Y/n) did indeed applaud his confidence, she couldnt help but put a hand on his back. "Lieutenant. You must not underestimate your opponents before you meet them."

"Lady (Y/n) is right, I'm saying you need to have patience, Yanqing. Governing Xianzhou is different from a sword fight. The only way to build momentum is to work slowly. Besides, we still don't know who's really moving the chess piece." Jing Yuan advised, gesturing to the holographic Starchess board in front of them.

"There is something we must take care of before making our next move. As long as it remains unsolved, we're at a stalemate. That thing...is the Stellaron." Jing Yuan said, looking at (Y/n) who had woken up due to the anomaly caused by the Stellaron.

And that made her wonder, if the Stellaron has been removed, would she...still be here ? Or would she go back to sleep ? But...she isn't a fragmentum creation, so she wouldn't die, right ?

Only time would tell...

"How did it manage to bypass the Sky-Faring Commission's inspections and the Divination Commission's predictions ? Where is it now ?" Jing Yuan continued to question, those unanswered left hanging in (Y/n)'s mind.

"I say we bring those two Stellaron Hunters before Diviner Fu -- she'll get an answer out of them in no time." Yanqing said, eager to go out and hunt them down. But Jing Yuan shut him down yet again.

"I've asked our friends from the Express to take care of that for us. Worry not, you'll have your moment when the current stalemate is broken." Jing Yuan said again, his back facing the teen as the general walked pacing back and forth.

Yanqing seemed to not listen anymore, feeling quite upset with Jing Yuan's words. It seemed to him that Jing Yuan only viewed him as a child, not as a capable sword master. And as Jing Yuan still talked, trying to comfort the teen, (Y/n)'s eyes widened as Yanqing turned to leave.

She held her hand out to stop him, worry in her (e/c) eyes, but she stopped. She curled her fingers slightly as she let her eyes downcast. Maybe it was best he had some time for himself at the moment...

"You are my most--" "Jing Yuan...Yanqing left..." (Y/n) intervened, feeling a little rude for interrupting. But what use was it to let Jing Yuan keep talking when the receiver had left ?

Jing Yuan sighed. "That boy..." he said, putting a hand on his forehead before placing a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder. "I suppose it is my fault. I should've given him an opportunity already. 'A sharp sword can't stay sheathed forever', haha..."

(Y/n) looked at him with worried eyes, before putting her own hand on his. Her smaller hand gently contacting his own, as a way to comfort him. "You're worried for him. It's not your fault." (Y/n) said, and Jing Yuan laughed softly, moving his other hand to tuck a strand of hair behind (Y/n)'s ear.

"Should I go after him...? He seemed quite upset..." (Y/n) said softly, looking down to the ground beneath her.

Jing Yuan chuckled, moving the hand that was perched on her shoulder to put a finger beneath her chin, tilting her head up to gaze into his golden eyes. "I'd be grateful if you could console that child, my princess." he said.

"Then, I shall take my leave." (Y/n) said, too concerned for the child to react to his advancements. She politely pulled back, waved at him for a moment, before running off to find the child.

Jing Yuan looked at her figure, and chuckled, his eyes glossy with a longing gaze. "(Y/n) and Dan Jia... are no different from each other. Both of them have always been...so motherly..."

"Jing Yuan ! Jingliu said you guys were ambushed !" A loving voice called out as he closed his eyes.

A figure of a young woman running to hug him, pulling back to inspect him for wounds. Her hands roamed his body, checking thoroughly. Though chronologically she was older, her mental state was not much older than his own as the dragon lady before him aged slower than most of her own kind.

"I'm fine, Dan Jia." he said with a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

Dan Jia smiled and hugged him once again.

"Welcome back, Jing Yuan..."

"Welcome back...Dan Jia..." he whispered.

"I wonder...would you chase after Blade after knowing who he is, or will you stay here with me...?

[josnhoes]

perusing through as much of the hades, self aware, and God au bits that mobile tumblr will let me, I'm struck by the thought of a God au reader trying to figure out their place amongst the gods, like... Nyx grandchild?.. but.. mother??? Chaos Child but parent???? parent adjacent???? Hades must be so young compared to what they were before, God of gods and all, but now he seems so *fatherish* and I just imagine a god!reader that is young and unsure and lost compared to everyone else, no memory of who or what they were before "the other realm", but they don't want to deprive the gods of parent/grandparent/etc figure either, it must be terribly confusing

So the reason things are so mixed up with family titles in the Au actually has an explanation :D

The Greek gods (and most gods tbh) all have a very weird messed up family tree. This is especially true for Reader. Being the first God means they are the progenitors of all the gods Aka the parent. But seeing as they dont remember it and instead only truly remember their life as a mortal in our world they act young and confused. Which triggers all the gods to want to care for them.

The godly behaivor of reader is long buried instinct. Hence the times they act like a God should, when they behave as the parent and with pride. But the moments are jumbled. Kinda like an elderly parent with dementia that makes them childish most of the time, but there are glimpses to who they were before in moments of clarity.

Gods are ageless in the sense they won't die and their minds do not (typically) falter. But the prison reader was in, the faux world they think is real has done damage. Which leads them all to behave as guides, protectors, and sometimes parental for God reader.

Pardon my language but it's a cluster fuck. But no matter the way reader acts the love of the gods for them is strong and without fail.

[1ns3ct3y3]

You know that empty feeliing? Idk what it is but I feel like as if I'm missing something. Or if I did something wrong. Did I do something?

did I hurt anyone? I just want people to be happy. I feel like that's my whole perpose in my life is to make people happy. And I feel like my drawings is like a thing to make people happy but I dont know if it's working or not. I want to be a happy fella but I don't know if I'm happy.

(I apologize if my answer to this is a bit scrambled, but I’ll try my best to make it make sense)

I honestly do know that empty feeling, for me it tends to come and go quite often, but I don’t believe you did anything wrong.

You make more people happy than you think, even if it’s just by a little, there’s many people who appreciate you even when you feel like you’re the scum of the earth and nothings working or matters. I don’t think your whole purpose is to just please others – you can achieve great things while still making others around you happy, too.

Also, your drawings and art in general is wonderful, I’d say. A lot of people love it and think you’re an awesome person and artist. Sure, it may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but there is a group/ demographic that enjoys what you do. But if you feel that empty feeling - that something is missing from you or you don’t feel happy, the only thing you could really do is (pardon my slight joke here-) fuck around n find out, y’know? And that could be taking a break from posting art if need be, or going out and perhaps picking up a hobby or finding something you enjoy doing, just relaxing and taking time for yourself, or it could even be just talking to a friend or someone you trust. Take your time to figure things out, but never forget you have a large support group. Sometimes you do have to put yourself first, and make sure that you’re doing what makes you happy before trying to make others happy.

But in any case, you’ve done no harm to anyone, we love and care about you even when you’re at your lowest, even if it doesn’t seem like it. And even if you don’t post what you think makes others happy, that won’t change the way we feel about you. Because you’re human and you have feelings (good or bad) to deal with - and that can be challenging, I would know. But remember that there’s people who support you no matter what you decide to do, and that you’re loved for being yourself and you’re a joy to have around. :] <3 (/p)

And I’ll always be here to talk to ya whenever you want. :) and I’d be more than glad to clarify/ add onto anything if you need me to!!!!!

[elisacaleisa]

People say I am a big brain. Idk about any of those things but to that I say: have one more again. This one is weaker but you get it, same thing as the ones before

Jax's Personality Swap AU (4)

Pipeline: Elliott > Morgan > Vega > Regulus > Caelum > Camelopardalis > Hush > Elliott

Elliott > Morgan

Hopeless Seer

- ok but childhood friend seer cooks

- Morgan is a deeply caring person

- Seer Obscura gets a nickname: Dreamer

- "dreamer... I've been calling you that for ten years. maybe more, heh."

- the softest boy ever, he is a walking teddy bear

- "I've realized... we will never reach the future, but we will always live in the present. it's the time, that changes. the time changes us"

- slow burn perhaps? But...

- "dreamer... i... I'm sorry, it's just... You're so warm and... i wish to hold you. please."

- he is alone in this world. it's just you, that keeps him alive. he doesn't have hope for this planet, but you are his world.

- he sleeps, eats, walks on the path, that was established for him since he was born. But you... You became his future...

- he craves you as a lover, but is afraid to lose you as a friend

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Morgan > Vega

Melancholic Demon

- sigh trademark

- "... what do you want, warden? Cant you see im grieving for my pet?"

- you ask many questions, but barely get any answers around of him

- he only talks to you out of everyone

- "why? heh. Dumb question, warden."

- you still ask anyway. he laughs. full of pain

- "did you kill my pet, warden?"

- what? What is he talking about? And why would you do that...

- vega turns his back to you. Until you confess, he says

- he has been in here for a long time. maybe it was someone from the past and he can't live in the present.

- he wants his pet back. he wants noone else but them. but you dont know who that was...

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Vega > Regulus

Raging Fallen Daemon

- he is pretty pissed i imagine

- "if i can't have you, no-one can."

- OH HE KIDNAPS YOU

- he is angry, upset, but never alone. Now that he found you.

- everyone is looking for you two

- "precious, don't leave"

- you try to resist, but he is in your head now

- and you dont. You listen. You are now his company. He never stops holding your hand.

(jax note: this specific swap might be edited or completely reworked later)

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Regulus > Caelum

Self-claimed Prince Daemon

- Was Polaris' greatest student, perhaps that got into his brain a bit,,

- this is a headcanon fun bit of what if Regulus wasnt fallen and was Leo constellation, so enjoy!

- he is all huffy and puffy at first

- "hey! Wake up! You do not sleep on Caelum like that!" owie! Did he just hit you by a pillow??

- "you are awake. Good. Now up! We have so much to do!" god what is this flying pipsqueak?

- "pipsqueak?! I beg your pardon?? I am Caelum, an empathy daemon and now, you are my charge! Simple to understand, now chop chop! Clean your face and ugh... Please, wear some clean clothes, looks like you didnt change for three days. We have to fix that! Coooomeeeee ooooonnnnn!!" okay he is pulling you from the bed. You cant win here freelancer

- he sounds like a spoiled brat and he maybe is, but slowly by time, you get to know him more and see that he is just a little guy with a job and heart on the right place. His methods can be dramatic, but he means well

- he says that you are ready for D.A.M.N., that the hidden talent in you is more than just your powers.

- "i think Gavin will help us here. He is a bit stupid, but he always gives me cookies!" blunt much, Caelum?

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Caelum > Cam

Bubbly Serenity Daemon

- always so curious about human culture, both old and modern

- he especially likes bubbles

- "wow, how fascinating... this is truly wonderful!" he loves colors too

- "e-ehm, pardon my, uh... excitement. My name is C-Cam-Cam-Camelopardalis and i am your today's... wait, no, that doesn't make sense... does it?"

- he is a very polite, kind guy. he tries to always help, he just had a problem put words to the correct order (me fr)

- he loves walking outside in the sun. He is like a cat - he likes sunbathing and is kinda afraid of water (hmmm)

- he is a very tall guy, always hits himself in the head, god bless,,,

- he just stands out by how pretty and tall he is

- he writes little notes about his clients, mostly positive ones with stars and hearts! Perhaps mostly about you

- the walls of his office are full of fun stuff, like globe, astrology maps of constellations, dreamcatchers, oil paintings, etc.

- "i... i cant believe i found a friend between humans... thank you."

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Cam > Hush

Soothing Entity

- you dont know who he is, what he is, but he is following you for days like a lost cat. Something about you is... attracting him. He wants to be near you.

- he is always sitting in your window, watching, but never daring to take a step inside

- "what are you doing?" he finally asks, after days of just watching you.

- "you're always here. And im always waiting" but for what? You ask

- "i dont know, doctor." and he goes to rest.

- you believe thats not true and you might be right. He seems to be hiding.

- there are demons around your place, around Dahlia. It drives you insane. You feel afraid. What are even those guys doing here? You did nothing wrong, right?

- and with hush, it got worse...

- "please, dont be afraid of me, doctor. I'm here for you. Please, doctor."

(jax note: this one might be changed too)

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Hush > Elliott

Unknown Dreamwalker

- you didnt have to do any of this. You could've just leave him there, you could've had a normal life. Normal in rubbish and loneliness, but...

- just look at him. He is not normal. He is a fucking... superhero?? Supervillain??

- "sunshine..." oh yeah and that dumb nickname. Better than a nightmare, but... why does he looks at you that way??

- "I'm grateful." yeah yeah

- apparently, those guys are from some department he escaped. He was always an orphan, somehow sneaked into a normal orphanage and got adopted, but a mess happened and now... You dont understand any of it

(jax note: i just didnt have more ideas but take it as Elliott being mysterious /j)

[slutouttanowhere]

pairing: Roman Reigns x Sabrina Richards

word count: 5k

a/n: not much to say here, Naomi, and Sabrina’s entrance song: My House by Beyonce, hope y’all enjoy, reblogs are much appreciated. Follow me for more ❤️

⏪ Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Adam Pearce is dead set on overworking me tonight, not only did I have an appearance with Seth, and Cody tonight, I’m booked for a tag match for the titles with Naomi. “Anyway like I was saying, the neon looks bomb on you girl.” Naomi beamed at me, when my pouty expression didn't change she started dancing, and playfully backed her booty up on me. “Don't leave me hanging now.” She said mid twerk, Naomi was determined to get a laugh out of me, and there’s no way you could deny her. 

“Fine.” I giggled, my hips began to sway to the music in my head, but then I slightly bent at the wait poking my booty out. Of course Naomi cheered me on, which drew the attention of others, and the next thing I knew Carmella, and Liv had danced their way over to our side of the hallway. Liv had pulled out her phone, and set it up on one of the unused crates. 

“Dance break!” Carmella shouted, soon my stress from earlier was forgotten for the moment. 

“She got that whoa there, hangman got that whoa there, don't act like you dont know.” I sang Beyonce’s lyrics, and Naomi posed in her best cowboy pose, which led to us all trying to follow suit, the four of us bursted out into laughter. The chatter had started up again, and I was in the middle of filming a tiktok with Naomi when Roman rolled by, this time only Solo by his side. Which was suspicious, but I decided to ignore it. 

“So…this is what you do with your free time, making tiktoks.” Roman’s judgmental tone came from behind me, I could see in the reflection of my camera his eyes were watching me. Looking me up and down like a starved wolf. My lips pressed together, I could feel my blood pressure rising from the way he’s nearly breathing down my neck, and when I looked over to Naomi she was standing with her arms folded. A small smirk on her lips, I may or may not have told her about the pending crush I had on The Tribal Chief, of course she was more than happy I was moving on from a past shitty relationship. I continued doing my dance as if he wasn't standing there, a bold move on my part, but I didn't even know what to say to him, or how to say it. The only time I had interactions with Roman was in direct relation to Cody and Seth, neither of them were here now. 

“Don't act like you dont hear me talking to you girl.” Roman raised his voice, then grabbed my arm, and turned me to him. I whipped around, and met him with a glare. I tried to pull my arm away, but he wouldn't let me go, he was taken aback by me putting up a fight. That only seems to excite him, the corners of his mouth turned upwards into a playful grin. 

“Oh pardon me my Tribal Chief, I’m just confused as to why the hell you’re bothering me?” I questioned him, my tone stale, and a forced smile on my lips.  I wasn't in a pleasant mood tonight, and I had a long list of reasons as to why, Roman being the top of that list. I could hear the girls quietly instigating behind us, and for a second his eyes flickered over my head to the peanut gallery behind us, and back to me. 

“So moody today? Is it because you're tired of dealing with those losers, I already told you how to solve that.” He teased, he laughed smugly, he leaned in closer to me. The butterflies in the pit of my stomach fluttering vigorously, the scent of his expensive cologne invading my senses made it hard for me to think.

“What I’m tired of is you acting like you’re not scared.” I looked him up and down, I noticed his hair was not tied back in his trademark tight bun, but instead, fell down around his shoulders framing his face. His hair was curlier then how he usually kept it, I preferred it that way, but I knew he liked to keep it out of his face when he’s in the ring. 

He scoffed, “Scared? Of those clowns? The failure, and his dancing jester?” 

“Roman, everybody knows what you’re scared of babe…irrelevance. And all of it is in that undisputed title, when it’s gone, who are you then? Just, Roman Reigns.” I thought I was being funny, but it seems I bit back at him more than I intended. My logic turned off, and my mouth started running without thought; his tongue slowly glided across his lips, and his eyes looked up to the ceiling. He mumbled something inaudible to himself before his gaze found mine again, he scowled at me

“How many times have I told you to address me as ‘My Tribal Chief,’ Sabrina?” His voice now deep, and gruff. He sighed heavily, shaking his head, his grip on me loosened temporarily, and that’s when I remembered he was still holding on to me. Our proximity caused the butterflies in the pit of my stomach to swirl violently, and send a shiver down my spine. I had pressed his ego in front of other people, and now I would pay for it. “Looks like I’ll have to teach you a lesson for being a bad girl.” My heart pounded in my ears, nervous as to what the hell he meant by that, surely he wouldn’t put his hands on me in a violent way? 

“Naomi, Sabrina, you guys have ten minutes to head to gorilla.” An official had walked up to our group, their eyes lingered on Roman’s grip on me, reluctantly let me go. Naomi then pulled me by the shoulder, and dragged me off in the opposite direction. I looked over my shoulder, sure enough his eyes were watching me. I whipped back around, and tried to focus on putting one foot in front of the other. 

“Girl…” Naomi trailed off, we stood behind the curtain, Hunter sat behind the monitors watching the show. He gave us a wave, but barely took his eyes off the small screens. 

“I know.” I sighed, she knew better than anyone the burden I shouldered with this drama, but she also knew how stubborn I can be when it comes to getting what I want, and executing the plan on my terms.

“Let’s not think about that right now, instead, lets focus on whooping Sonya, and Shayna’s ass’. After they jumped us last week, they gone feel this glow. Ya feel me?” Naomi and I slapped hands hitting our hand shake, then bumped hips, I couldn't help the giggle that came from me. 

“I’m so glad you're my partner.” I pulled her into a hug wrapping my arms around her waist, her long toned arms going around the back of my neck, when we heard DIY’s music hit signaling their win we knew we would be up soon. 

“You know I got your back B.” She hugged me tighter, then we ran through our warm ups, and some stretches while we waited. Hunter notified us that after the commercial break we were out first, soon they hit our music, and out we went. The lights in the arena went out, and the stadium nearly exploded from the roar of the fans, my skin prickled with goose bumps from the loud pop we received for us tonight. It felt so good to know my home town still showed up for me when we came around. 

“WHO THEY CAME TO SEE? ME. WHO REP IT LIKE ME DON'T MAKE ME GET UP OUT MY SEAT. UH OHHH” Our music blasted through the arena, Naomi and I danced down to the ring, our glow in the dark, neon gear the brightest thing in the arena besides the titan tron behind us. This was the best part of my night, having fun with Naomi, she's such a breath of fresh air. “No sauce or nothing.” Naomi mumbled to me shaking her head as we watched  Shayna and Soyna walk down to the ring, they  didn't really do fancy entrances. They’d rather get straight to the fight, that’s fine by me, the faster I can beat their ass the faster I can get back to Cody and Seth. Shayna and I started things off, immediately she tried to get me into a sleeper hold. I was quick to power out of it bucking my hips back into her pelvis, I could hear her grunting, but she held on to me. It was becoming difficult for me to breathe, I knew I couldn't give up just yet, a contender's spot was on the line. Naomi amped up the crowd stomping her foot on the apron, “GLOW, GLOW, GLOW!” She shouted, I bucked my hips back into her a second time, and then a third time till Shayna stumbled backward. She landed on her butt roughly, I could hear the crowd cringe, but I didn't let that distract me. She struggled to her feet, but I kicked at her shoulder, then switched back and forth giving her a barrage of kicks to both shoulders. She stumbled on her feet, quickly I hopped up to the top turnbuckle, Naomi slapped my thigh thus tagging herself in, and I ended my move with a missile dropkick to Shayna’s chest. 

Naomi flawlessly hops up onto the top turnbuckle, and into a splash frog, into a pin. Shayna was slow to kick out, nevertheless, Naomi moved to the next thing, and brought Shayna up to her feet. Before Naomi had the chance to do anything, Shayna popped up, and clocked Naomi right across the face. “C’mon Naomi wake it up girl!” I shouted and clapped my hands at her, she didn't have much time to recover, Shayna took Naomi’s confusion as an opening to lock her in the sleeper hold. This time she didn't make the same mistake she made with me, Shayna then wrapped her legs around Naomi’s waist so she wouldn't be able to shake her off like I did. She was trying to fight it off, but she was fading. I was stomping the apron so damn hard one would think I might break it off the bone, but in all my efforts it was working. “Fuck it.” Led by passion to get my hands on those titles, I couldn't let us go out like this, the referee was too slow to stop me. I got in between the ropes, and popped Shayna on the back of the neck with an enziguri kick. She immediately dropped to the ground with Naomi, as I was trying to untangle them, Sonya had shoved me, without hesitation she climbed on top of me. Her fists attacked me, while she was doing that, she didn't see how I reached out, and slapped Naomi’s hand.

Naomi finally stumbled up, and dragged Shayna’s body out the ring. While Sonya was busy flexing to the crowd, I ran up to her, hooked my arm around the back of her neck then planted her face first into the mat landing a bulldog. The crowd was in a frenzy, cheering, and shouting for Naomi and I. While she’s laying there trying to recover, I climbed to the top rope, I steadied my feet before flipping off the top turnbuckle into my finisher StarGazer. I landed right on top of Sonya. I went for the cover, and she kicked out. I didn't bother waiting for her to recover. I stood up, then stomped both my feet into her gut off the top turnbuckle, then I grabbed her by her legs, and flipped her over locking in the Sharpshooter. Shayna had tried to get in to break my hold, but Naomi’s long legs kicked her on the side her head, thus knocking Shayna out. Sonya screamed, scratched, and clawed. Anything to get out of my grasp, little did she know I hadn't even sat all my weight down on her, until I could feel her dragging me towards the ropes. I dragged her back to the center, and sat all the way down on her lower spine applying more pressure. 

She wasn't able to take the pain to her back any longer, and ultimately ended up tapping out. The bell rang, Naomi climbed back into the ring, and they hit our music. We wrapped our arms around each other, hugging each other tightly, and excitedly jumping up, and down. After our celebratory dance, we made our way up the ramp, and to the back. “Damn we were on fire tonight!” Naomi beamed, we slapped hands, and bumped hips. I was really proud of how far we’ve been making it since teaming up together, the future's looking bright for us. We walked back to the locker room with our arms linked chatting about what we were gonna be doing tonight after the show. After a quick shower, I had the makeup team apply my makeup this time. Tonight for Miz TV, Seth wanted to wear black, and red. To what his outfit was going to be I wasn't sure, but he said his shoes were going to be a surprise. Cody wasn’t into fashion much, he usually left the flashiness up to Seth and I. My appearance with the boys was revealed to me the day before, so unfortunately I had zero red items in  my suitcase. After an impromptu trip to the mall, I was able to throw something together that would appease Seth, but also match his color scheme of the night.

“Alright Sabrina, all done.” Laure, my makeup artist, held a mirror up to my face. It was perfect as I expected, and just as swift. I gave her a quick hug, thanked her for her life saving work, and went about my business. While I was on my way to find Seth and Cody I bumped into them. “Oh hey, I was just about to come and find you guys.” Cody, who’s deadpan facial expression let me know all I needed to know about how he felt about his outfit. He was dressed nicely in his usual three piece suit, when my eyes landed on his dark red tie, and a dark red vest to watch. Then I looked at Seth who was of course grinning from ear to ear; it appeared he was wearing all black, “look down Sabrina, check out my awesome dancing shoes, ha haaa.” He laughed, he took a step back for me to see his whole outfit: red sunglasses, black puffer jacket, and black puffer pants to match with a black fishnet top. My eyes continued to travel down to see these big, bright, red boots. I was shocked, though I wasn't sure whether I liked them or not. I shrugged feeling impartial, “all I know is, you’re probably the only person that could pull them off the way that you are.” 

“Yeahhh, we look like money, baby.” Seth cackled, then he turned to Cody, and wrapped an arm around his neck. “Lighten up man, have some fun for once.” Seth tried to coax a smile out of Cody, but we all knew how stubborn he could be. That didn’t stop Seth from trying, but when they played our music grinned mischievously. “Ohhh that’s our cue.” Seth pushed me ahead of them so that I would step out first, the crowd roared to life, and as if it couldn’t get any louder, when Cody and Seth came out after me the noise level was deafening. This seemed to have brought a small smile to Cody’s lips, I bumped my shoulder into his, and we linked our arms together. Miz was already waiting in the ring, his show all set up with three chairs for us, and mics waiting. Seth held the ropes open for me, and I was thankful that I wore sneakers tonight. 

The crowd was buzzing with energy, I couldn’t help but stand in the middle of the ring to soak it all in. A sensation of excitement coursed through me, they started to sing Seth’s song, which brought Seth out of his seat. “You sound beautiful Cali, absolutely gorgeous!” I shouted, though I could barely hear myself over them, my skin prickled with goosebumps underneath my fur jacket.

Cody brought the mic to his lips, his eyes swept across the arena, and landed on Miz. Who sat patiently letting us have our moment, he to wore a smirk on his lips; he’s been the one stirring the pot between us and The Bloodline this whole time. Anything for views. 

“So…Miz, Cali, what do ya wanna talk about?” He asked, the corners of his lips curling into a small grin, Seth finally took his seat on the other side of me. His large red boots in my peripheral vision, despite them being an eyesore, I happened to catch something else. In the crowd, back in the third row behind commentary there was a person just sitting there with a hood on. I couldn’t really see their face from the way they angled their head downwards, a chilling sensation went through me. 

I tried to ignore it, and I thought I was doing a good job at it till Seth elbowed me. “C’mon boss, look alive! We are in your home state San Diego, California after all!” He shouted, drawing the attention away from my stoic moment, but I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. 

“Uh, sorry, I was distracted by Seth’s bright ass boots.” I joked, Miz looked at me a bit worried at first, but like a professional he carried on as well. 

“How do you guys expect to defeat the Bloodline? The tag titles are on Jimmy and Jey Uso right now. While Seth and Cody are amazing competitors individually, things are a bit shaky as a tag team.” Miz spoke honestly, all eyes turned to me, and I honestly wasn’t sure how to answer that. 

“The Usos have been tag teaming together since the very beginning, they know no other way. On top of the fact that they’ve been tag champions for quite a while, and that is the exact reason they are going to lose those titles. See if it’s one thing I’m good at, it’s getting into the mind of my opponents, I mean I do have a Psychology degree after all.” I chuckled letting the crowd reply, but then I continued. “Jimmy and Jey have gotten way too comfortable where they are, complacent, and lazy. They think they’ve got it all in the bag, but come this weekend at Hell In A Cell, Cody and Seth are going stomp the fuck out of them.” I could hear Seth cackling behind me, the crowd began to sing Seth’s song. 

“And what happens if you’re unsuccessful?” He asked, he leaned in with a quizzical expression, a slight smirk on his lips as if he stumped me. 

I took a breath, tossing my hair over my shoulder, staring straight ahead at the audience, I said, “how’s that old saying go? There’s always a plan B.” There was a mixed reaction from the crowd, and I knew I had them eating out the palm of my hand then.

Miz was going to ask another question, but he was cut off by Roman’s music. I froze, my smile gone, and my heart pounding in my ears. It’s never a good thing when Roman shows up, with only Paul Heyman at his side, he holds onto Roman’s undisputed title tightly. The Ula Fala draped around his neck seemed to have caught the lights of the arena making it shine gloriously. His lips were moving, but we had no idea what he was saying. Cody stood from his chair, instantly on guard, he grabbed onto my wrist. 

“Roman, Roman, Roman….I just knew you couldn’t help but show your ugly face.” I said dryly, he always shows up at the worst moments, and I hated that for me. He slowly approached the ring, then hopped on the side of the apron where I stood. I took a step back accidentally bumping into Cody, I didn’t take my eyes off The Tribal Chief, nor did he take his eyes off me as he stepped into the ring. 

He held his hand out to Paul, without hesitation Paul placed a microphone in Roman’s waiting hand. “So now you’re a liar, because I know for a fact you don’t think my face is ugly baby girl.” He smiled smugly, his chocolate brown eyes looking me up and down, as observing me from head to toe. He lingered on my sneakers, then looked at Seth's boots, and then back to me. A humorous expression on his face, “with the exception of Sabrina, y’all look like some clowns.” The crowd didn’t like his insult at all, which only caused Roman to laugh harder. He casually leaned against the ropes, soaking up the hate, and loving every second of it. 

“What do you want Roman, you’re wasting our time.” I rolled my eyes trying to move things along, placed my hand on my hip, and switched my weight from one foot to the other. 

“I’m the WWE Undisputed Champion, your time is my time. Matter of fact, shit don’t shake around here unless I want it to. This is all mine, and I can do with it as I please.” He spread his arms out wide, he took his time making his point crystal clear.  “This ring? It’s mine, the cute little chairs y’all were just sitting in, it’s mine. Y’all in this sold out arena in San Diego because of me!” He didn’t stop there, Roman only knew how to take things too far. “This WWE universe, down to the bullshit they tweet online, is only ever relevant because my name is attached to it.” He turned towards the crowd, his eyes wide, and his fist beating his chest. “So…instead of bitching, you should be thanking me, it’s because of me, that you are the star that you became. All three of y’all.” He took a step closer to me, but Cody  stepped between us. 

“Cut the shit Roman.” Seth snapped at him, “I’m the one that put you in the Shield, I’m the one that set you on this Tribal Chief path in the first place!” He shouted from behind me, Roman’s eyes widened, enraged that Seth implied such a thing. 

“You didn't do a goddamn thing for me, but lie, you backstabbing bitch!” Roman growled out, hurt still evident in his voice, that was years ago at this point, but nothing felt worse than your family hurting you.

I threw the mic down at the chair, and put my hand on Cody’s shoulder. “Guys, let's not tonight okay?” I pleaded with them, they should be reserving their energy instead of fighting right now. Roman got under Cody’s skin with ease, no matter what came out of Romans mouth it got a reaction. 

“You keep holding on to the past, you're going to lose your future.” Cody closed the gap between them, he pointed to the golden title Paul Heymen held onto with dear life, and the crowd was so loud I could barely hear Roman’s words. Something along the lines of, “you keep running your mouth, you might lose a couple teeth.” 

“Cody–” I was cut off by Seth bumping into me, which caused me to bump into Cody, and he bumped Roman. That was all the excuse Roman needed to push Cody back and punch him square in the jaw. 

“Shit.” I cursed, the sound of shouting, and grunting came from behind me. Jimmy and Jey were both beating Seth outside the ring. I went to climb out the ring, but two large hands grabbed me by the arms, and spun me around. 

Romans hands grasped my shoulders, his eyes dark, and shining with malice. “I told you! I told you there would be consequences, look at what you caused, look at what you made me do!” A chill ran down my spine, I tried to pull away from him, but his grip only tightened. He brought me closer, then spun me in his arms so that I could watch as Jimmy and Jey rolled Seth back into the ring. The hooded man I saw earlier hopped the barricade, then revealed himself. Solo Sikoa, I should have known. 

He stalked over to Cody in the corner who was very much out of it, “don’t do this.” I mumbled, I was in disbelief that this was happening, I knew Solo was out there, but I let myself get distracted as usual. There was so much chaos going on all at once, I didn't know where to look next, Cody, and Solo were closest to me. He stomped at Cody’s hands, and any body part he could get to.

���Don’t look away, watch them, watch the destruction; this is what needed to happen. You need to see that these two bozos are not worth it, Seth was never worth it.” He whispered in my ear for only me to hear, I didn’t take my eyes off Solo when he set Cody up in the corner, ripped his suit open, and chopped him across his chest until Cody fell back down to the mat. It didn’t stop there, “and when you finish that one, this one is next!” Roman shouted, his arms tightened around my waist, and stomach. His hands felt hot on my skin, his nails dug into my flesh reminding me of how he was in control of this situation. 

Solo set Cody up again, this time he held his thumb up high, and brought it down onto Cody’s throat with a powerful torque behind it. He slid down in the corner, groaning in pain, Solo wasted no time turning to Seth, and as much squirmed around he just couldn’t get free. Solo’s thumb went up, and when it came down, I wholeheartedly believed that one was personal. Roman held onto my wrist with an iron grip as he pulled me out of the ring, “stop fighting me!” He growled out. I rolled underneath the bottom rope, Jimmy, Jey, and Solo following suit. Paul Heyman was already close by Romans side, a sickening smirk on his lips. 

“Step ya game up fuck boy!” Roman laughed into a mic, Seth wobbled to his feet, a look of confusion and hurt in his eyes as he watched Roman retreat with me. He tugged me along up the ramp, and into the back. No one said anything, he had that much pull. I passed Naomi on the way back, she gave an apologetic look, but I remained quiet. I felt like we had been walking forever till we reached a door with a sign that read,‘Tribal Chief Roman Reigns,’ indicating their private locker room. It was a nice set up, better than Seth and Cody’s I knew that much. A dark brown conference table centered the room, a nice layout of fruits, vegetables, cheese, meat, and crackers on a table off to the side near a mini fridge. A tan colored sofa on the other side near large ceiling to floor windows overlooking San Diego. I walked over to the windows, it was a long night, and all I wanted more than anything was to sleep. My phone wouldn't stop buzzing, scrolling through my notifications I saw they were mostly Seth and Cody blowing my line up. Then an endless stream of tweets about what everyone just witnessed, I bit my lip trying to stifle the giggle that pressed against my lips. I exhaled, then tucked my phone back in my jeans. 

“Alright Uce, we got a match in a little bit.” Jey informed Roman, I always found their dynamic interesting. If Roman had a favorite twin, I put all my money on it being Jey. I’m not totally surprised, Jey is a sweetheart, and more reserved, the complete opposite of Jimmy, who’s always trying to get a laugh out of their cousin.

“Go…take Solo with you, knowing those clowns they’ll be tripping over each other to get back at us for what just happened.” He sighed, Jinny tried to slap hands with Roman, but was met with an annoyed expression. 

Jimmy slapped his own hand, smiling sheepishly, “yeet.” Solo stared at his brothers, a disappointed stare in his eyes, wordlessly he exited first, Jey clapped Jimmy on the shoulder then followed behind their baby brother. “Damn, y’all wait for me!” Jinny called after his brothers. 

I shook my head, My gaze landed on Paul who was watching me with curious eyes. I lifted an eyebrow at him, but neither of us said anything. 

“Ah, my Tribal Chief.” Paul called to Roman as if he just remembered something.

“Yes?” Roman turned to the wiseman, a small smile on his lips, and his shoulders more relaxed in comparison to earlier. 

“I have a few business calls to make, may I be excused?” He asked ever so politely, I had to repress the urge from rolling my eyes. As sensitive as Paul is, the incoming revelation will shock him the most I’m sure of it. 

“Of course, take your time, actually if I need you I’ll give you a call.” He patted Paul on the shoulder with his free hand, Paul turned and gave me one last look, his stare lingering longer than it should have. Roman stepped into his line of sight blocking his view of me. 

Paul bowed respectfully, “My Tribal Chief.” Then he left, leaving just Roman and I. He slowly turned to me, our grins grew simultaneously, I skipped over to him, and threw my arms around his neck. 

“When I met you all those years ago…I never thought you were an evil genius.” Roman chuckled, then kissed me on the nose causing me to let out a giggle, then pressed my lips to his. 

“All pretty girls are secretly evil.” I laughed, I took him by the hand, and led him over to the sofa. He brought me into his lap, “and then when we finally reveal it all to them, Cody and Seth will crumble.” My hands caressed Romans face, I loved how his eyes softened when he looked at me, and now that we finally had alone time I could stare at him as long as I wanted uninterrupted. 

“Seth is an idiot.” He mumbled between kisses, his face buried in my cleavage, he inhaled my scent, then let out a growl. His hand slid up my thigh to my waist trying to feel any exposed skin he could. All that pent up energy from not being able to touch each other for so long was starting to unravel. 

“Mmm we should save it for later, we’ve got a whole weekend after all.” I moaned out, Roman swept my hair behind my shoulder, then trailing sloppy kisses up my neck to my cheek. His large hand gripping my breast nearly ripping the flimsily lace top. 

“Ugh, you’re right.” He looked down at his watch, the show was pretty much over at this point, and Jimmy, Jey, and Solo were traveling together. I grabbed him by his beard, kissed him softly one last time before getting up, and crossed the room to nibble on the plate of food Roman had. A knock came from the opposite of the door ruining my current mood, nevertheless, Roman opened the door to reveal Paul Heyman on the other side. 

“Everything is set to go for your time off, is there anything else you need from me my chief?” Paul asked. 

“Nah, I’ve got it all handled from here wiseman, let’s get goin, the sooner we’re on the jet the better.” Roman reassured him, then Roman grabbed me by the arm, and pushed me ahead of him. 

Paul gave us a perplexed look, “um, my Tribal Chief…she’s coming with us?” 

“Are you questioning my methods?” Roman paused, turning to the wiseman, his tone gave no room for argument, and Paul was keen on that. 

“Oh absolutely not.” He responded without hesitation, his eyes darted to me, but my eyes were on Roman. If the direction of things were changing, I would wait for his signal; I suggested he let Paul in on the plan Roman wanted this as close to the chest as possible. 

“Good.” Roman pushed me gently forward, “walk.” He ordered me, I did as told, turning with my head down to hide the smirk forming on my lips. 

After we finally made it onto the Jet, Roman took a seat directly across from me, and Paul took a seat towards the back. I placed my hands on the table, he reached for me, his fingers caressing my skin. Letting my head fall back, and closing my eyes, I finally relaxed enough to fall asleep. The days to follow are gonna be nothing but sunny skies and beaches. 

[mickey708]

Rambling over smg4's search history cuz why not?

Spoilers for the new episode!!

This actually makes sense i mean HAVE YOU SEEN THE SMG4 COMMUNITY ON TWITTER!?

Some of the people on there are crazy.

K i understand all the ASMR stuff, and nearly goin deaf? Been there before. BUT 4 WHAT THE HECK WERE U GONNA DO TO 3!?

Dude what did squidward do to you?😭😭

So wait. He called 3 tsundere but didnt know what it meant? Also why did he search up pride month?(i heard someone say it could be a foreshadow for june n now i cant stop thinkin bout it)

I dont even know what to say here so just have this pic. :)

4... u aint foolin anyone.

I wanna know what happend with the pikachu but aside from that. 87 USES FOR TOILET PAPER!? ○_○

LMAO NOT WIKI HOW (also is 4 ok with the pasta thing?)

BONUS TIME!!! I know yall been waitin for this one:

Awww he watches 3's streams also I BEG YOUR FREAKIN PARDON!? "how to apologize to someone you LOVE and CARE ABOUT!?"

Luke please just make it cannon already i beg of you.

Thanks for listenin to my rambles!! Cant wait for Saturday!! -Mickey :)

[dirkspanelcollection]

all pages of pozzol broyer from vast error.... (pwetty pweaseeeee🥺🥺🥺🥺) (you dont know who i am) (please...)

i know who you are edo...... i was gonna do this anyways but since you asked so nicely /j

EVERY PAGE POZZOL BROYER FROM VAST ERROR IS IN

plus dialogue

PART ONE

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ELLSEE: ThΣrΣ's no anglΣs¡¡¡¡ Just thΣ full honΣst truth¡¡¡¡¡¡ELLSEE: I don't ΣvΣn know what a liΣ is¡¡¡¡¡¡ELLSEE: WΣ abolishΣd thosΣ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ ThΣy'rΣ illΣgal now¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ POZZOL: abolished EH?POZZOL: begging THE pardon OF my INHOSPITABLE intrusionPOZZOL: BUT my POSSE and I have BEEN told DIFFERENTLY

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ELLSEE: Oh¡¡¡¡ Loving thΣ... sΣvΣrΣd hand¡¡¡¡ Stylish¡¡¡¡¡¡ELLSEE: ΣxtrΣmΣly chic, rΣally cool. POZZOL: went OUT and EARNED it MYSELF in THE name OF the RAWED brothers DOCTRINE

POZZOL: a TROPHY of MY victory AGAINST these SOCIETAL injustices THE unnurtured TRY and STUFF down OUR crusty HAMHOLES

POZZOL: but IT doesnt MEAN too MUCH to ME if YOURE speaking SOME hard TRUTHS or NOT ELLSEE: Right¡¡¡¡ I'm surΣ you havΣ your rΣasons for your... viΣwpoints. POZZOL: so IF abolishment IS on THE two ABOVES table

POZZOL: WHY dont YOU take THIS sweet TIME you HAVE with US to UNPUZZLE a FEW of OUR maddened INQUIRIES about IT ELLSEE: Y-yΣah¡¡¡¡ SurΣ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ELLSEE: What kind of quΣstions do you havΣ¿¿¿¿ POZZOL: if I were TO ask ONE thing

POZZOL: AND only ONE thing

POZZOL: WELL

POZZOL: i FEEL as THOUGH i SPEAK for THE entire CREED of MY age OLD mirthamaniac HEELS and FACES when I pose ON you THIS

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POZZOL: whats IT gonna LOOK like

POZZOL: WHEN you BLEED

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TALALD: wowie zowie!!!!!!!!!!! that whole thing was exhilarating!!!! POZZOL: well I suppose WHEN youre RIGHT you TEND to BE right MISSUS dirty CLAY

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TALALD: i cant believe it!!!!!! this is all really working!!!!!! i mean i knew it was going to work but the fact that its still working puts me in stitches!!!! TALALD: i didnt even know what ed meant by reconnaissanceing the stronghold until now, but we should definitely do it again sometime if these are the results!!!!!

POZZOL: and WHAT results THEY decided TO be

POZZOL: FOR a CHANGE i THINK you GOT more THAN one REASON to BE a LITTLE boisterous OVER something TALALD: and youre just happy we had steamed hams in the city and you got to smash that one red guys face into the counter and take his hand arent you????? POZZOL: HE got MY triple DECKER order FENANGLED all OVER the PLACEPOZZOL: was THE only FAIR trade OFF if YOURE asking ME TALALD: he didnt work there though!!!! our food materializes through the power of automated paste science thingies!!!! thats what the sign said :ooo POZZOL: surprised YOU remembered EVEN that MUCH of THE picture

POZZOL: BUT it AINT like WE didnt GET granted A fast PASS out OF the GREASEPAN on BOTH occasions

POZZOL: MADE me EXPEL a FEW wasted GRACES on OUR sour LIFEBOUND soulfriend BUT i NEVER once DOUBTED your EXCEPTIONAL guesstimation SKILLS

POZZOL: least NOW shes GOT something TO chew ON until OUR joint PROPHECY gnaws AT her TALALD: big als real good at keeping things in check!!! TALALD: wed have been pancaked just like that guys face if he hadnt zooped us out of there!!! heehee!!!!!! POZZOL: WHY dont YOU go ON and TAKE your VERBAL jingle OVER yonder TO ring THEM in FOR us TALALD: are we really good??? did we really really really really really make it without tripping in our skipping?!?!?!?! POZZOL: SEEMS more THAN solid WERE you TO be GETTING my SENSE of IT all

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POZZOL: LETS bring ON the CAVALRY

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NEILNA: |yo|ringleader| POZZOL: lay IT on ME strongarm

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POZZOL: looks LIKE she PUT up QUITE the SCUFFLE amongst YOU KEIKSI: She doesn't re@lly listen to re@son, sir!! KEIKSI: I me@n, you told us th@t if she disobeys we should pin her down... right? @A@ POZZOL: i SUPPOSE that WAS indeed THE case WASNT it

POZZOL: QUITE the TASK to ASK of YOU two ALL things CONSIDERING

POZZOL: now BACK to YOUR stations BOTH of YOU

POZZOL: i WANT all ENTRANCES on FULL lockdown FOR this ONE you HEAR

POZZOL: if I find ANOTHER regulator HIDING in WAIT to LET more MATCH picks LOOSE then ITS bound TO be YOU and ME after THE juniors BOUT NEILNA: |what about|her boss| POZZOL: she AINT your FUCKING problem

POZZOL: THIS is ON me NEILNA: |aight then|we'll bounce|

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POZZOL: YOU got DRY eyes THIS time YOUNGBLOOD

POZZOL: guess YOU know BETTER by NOW

POZZOL: or MAYBE you ONLY understand WHAT pains TAUGHT you TO avoid

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POZZOL: SO why DONT you TELL me

POZZOL: TO what ENDS do YOU believe THAT running DOES your HIDE any GOOD here

POZZOL: YOU cant BE thinking THAT youd JUST scurry ON up AND leave US TAZ: ~...~ POZZOL: GUESS you DONT gotta SAY much EITHER way

POZZOL: THERE aint NO marks OF tears STAINING your CHEEKS but TO me THERES a BLEMISH much MORE investing TO witness

POZZOL: THE way YOU hide THE active BLESSING she GRACED you WITH

POZZOL: shame STILL radiates OFF you LIKE a FESTERING ailment YOU cant SHAKE

POZZOL: the SIGIL of THE fortmistress WEIGHS heavy DONT it TAZ: ~please jus+ le+ me go.~

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POZZOL: you REALLY think THERES anything WAITING for YOU out THERE kid?

POZZOL: THAT eventually SOMEONE is GONNA end UP dropping WHAT theyre DOING just FOR your SAKE? because THEY think THEY know WHO you ARE?

POZZOL: feel THAT theyll EVER cheer YOUR name THE same WAY we DO in HERE?

POZZOL: there AINT nothing UNCONDITIONAL like THAT beyond THESE here RINGS freshmeat

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POZZOL: YOURE only ACCEPTED so LONG as YOURE placated AND restrained POZZOL: YOU were NOT made FOR them POZZOL: THE bountiful AND the UNGRATEFUL POZZOL: you DONT fit THIS carbon COPY mold THE folks UP in THE big TOP wanted YOU squeezed IN from THE second YOU popped OUTTA the REDUPLICATOR POZZOL: the FORTMISTRESS? she ENSURED you HAD a PLACE where YOU belonged POZZOL: SHE handcrafted YOUR name AND made DAMN sure YOU had SOMEPLACE to GO POZZOL: lotta GOOD people INCLUDING myself MADE sure HER will WAS carried OUT POZZOL: if THEY hadnt GIVEN you OVER we WOULDVE laid WASTE to THAT faux SHELTER they THINK amasses ANYTHING close TO the UTOPIA this PLANET used TO be POZZOL: ALL for HER word POZZOL: ALL for YOU tazsia POZZOL: YOURE this WORLDS heel POZZOL: THE folks WANDERING about OUT there WITH their THINKSTUBS so FAR up THEIR own BACKEND wont SEE who YOU really ARE POZZOL: they CANT comprehend YOUR purpose AND they SHOULDNT try TO POZZOL: you WERE made TO be FEARED POZZOL: so WHY are YOU so AFRAID of WHO you REALLY are? POZZOL: ANSWER that FOR me WHENEVER you FIGURE it OUT POZZOL: and DONT worry POZZOL: IM a PATIENT man TAZ: ~...~

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POZZOL: FOR now YOU have A gauntlet TO run THROUGH POZZOL: easy PICKINGS for THE fortraiser TO be POZZOL: YKNOW i REALLY dont LIKE to INFLATE the WHOLE situation POZZOL: BUT youre ACTUALLY so FUCKING lucky POZZOL: THERE was A life PLAN set OUT for YOU from THE start POZZOL: YOU didnt EVEN have TO figure OUT the TRUTH on YOUR lonesome POZZOL: WISH i HAD a SITUATION like YOURS growing UP POZZOL: took ME far TOO long TO get IT POZZOL: deadlock LAID the GROUNDWORK all DOWN for YOU to RISE up POZZOL: FOLLOW the RIGHT steps AND wipe SOME nasty LOWBLOODED soul SAP off YOUR face POZZOL: AND you GOT it MADE POZZOL: loyalty TO the CAUSE is ALL it TAKES POZZOL: you SHOULD be HAPPY TAZ: ~wha+ if i don+ wan+ +o be~ POZZOL: begging YOUR illmade PARDON TAZ: ~wha+ if +his isn+ wha+ i wan+~ TAZ: ~wha+ if i +ry +o run again~ POZZOL: then THATS gonna BE your PROBLEM POZZOL: ive BEEN very UNDERSTANDING so FAR tazsia POZZOL: BUT you REALLY think THIS is ABOUT what YOU want INSTEAD of WHAT this PLACE needs? POZZOL: YOUR ancestor FIGURED that SHIT out BECAUSE she HAD people LIKE me AROUND her TO keep EVERYONE in LINE POZZOL: and IF you KEEP this LITTLE rebellious STREAK of YOURS up AND going FOR very LONG POZZOL: if YOU dare TO defy HER wishes

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POZZOL: THEN you CAN expect TO have SOME goddamn SENSE beaten INTO you REAL quick

POZZOL: OR youre GONNA die A disappointment

POZZOL: EITHER way IS fine BY me

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POZZOL: its RARE form TO see YOU so LOST in THOUGHT during THE sport

POZZOL: MAKES one WONDER if YOUR heart IS really INTO all THE carnage VILCUS

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VILCUS: 〈« far as i'm concerned, our hearts have always been in different places. »〉

POZZOL: befitting OF an ELDER brother

POZZOL: LESS so OF a CURRENT speaker

VILCUS: 〈« you're sayin' that as though you'd ever let me speak as i pleased. »〉

POZZOL: IT does US all A load OF good WHEN you STICK to THE assigned SCRIPT

POZZOL: as ONE might BE able TO misconstrue INTENTIONS otherwise

POZZOL: MY thoughts ON the MATTER are IMPARTIAL

VILCUS: 〈« so i've heard. »〉

POZZOL: and SO youd HEAR even BETTER if YOU bit YOUR tongue WHEN necessary

VILCUS: 〈« 'nd what's your angle with that, then? »〉

POZZOL: A simple SMATTERING of INTRIGUE sauced UP with A little EXTRA musing

POZZOL: VAGUELY wondering AS to WHAT exactly MIGHT not HAVE interested YOU in TONIGHTS set

POZZOL: SOME of THESE small BLESSINGS are GOING to BECOME genuine ARTICLES within THE next COUPLE of SWEEPS

POZZOL: the LITTLE poemme PERFORMED admirably AND snagged MORE than A fistful OF trophies

POZZOL: AND yet WHEN you LOOK at HER your VOICE rings HOLLOW

POZZOL: even AS the CROWD bursts WITH the ADRENALINE you SHOOT up INTO their SPIRITS

POZZOL: whenever YOUR eyes LAND on HER i CAN feel THE chucklevoodoo FADING

POZZOL: why IS that

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POZZOL: SECRETS only EVER last FOR so LONG vilcus POZZOL: YOURS lasted A healthy TWO sweeps POZZOL: IT impresses ME still POZZOL: I wonder WHAT it WAS that YOU told HER POZZOL: what YOU pawned OFF under YOUR two-faced GUISE of TRUTH POZZOL: in FULL honesty AT first MY instinct WASNT to PUNISH you POZZOL: IT was SIMPLY to FIND out WHY from HER POZZOL: why TO this DAY she STILLS feels THAT others WILL liberate HER

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POZZOL: but THEN i DID a LITTLE digging

POZZOL: AND it CHANGED my PERSPECTIVE

POZZOL: granted THAT in THE end A day LIKE this WAS always BOUND to COME

POZZOL: i NOTICED you WERE lacking WILL from THE moment I stepped UNDER the RIGID carny TEETH that WELCOMES us ALL

POZZOL: and IT aint LIKE its HER fault THAT you GAVE her IDEAS which FURTHER warped HER already DENTED sensibilities

POZZOL: THAT she COULD ever FIND common GROUND with SOME garish OFF shade OF bronze

POZZOL: BUT it TURNS out THAT you WERE never REALLY all TALK all THE time WITH no BITE like I once THOUGHT

POZZOL: you REALLY believed EVERY single WORD that YOU said DIDNT you

POZZOL: AND not ONLY that

POZZOL: YOU carried IT out IN practice

POZZOL: RENEWING your SKIN vows WITH a RUSTIE who NEVER even KNEW your TRUE squandered COLORS

POZZOL: shouldve SEEN the LOOK on HIS face WHEN we BUSTED down THE door

POZZOL: THE sweat AND tears POURING down HIS cheeks

POZZOL: THE way HIS heart ALMOST burst

POZZOL: BEFORE i BURST his CHEST open FOR him VILCUS: 〈« FUCK YOU. »〉 POZZOL: I want TO remember THIS

POZZOL: and I want YOU to REMEMBER it TOO VILCUS: 〈« SO, WHAT? I COMMIT THIS "SIN" YOU FIND SO EGREGIOUS AND YOU WON'T EVEN FUCKING KILL ME LIKE I KNOW YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED? »〉 VILCUS: 〈« YOU FUCKING COWARD. »〉 POZZOL: i DONT need TO do ANYTHING

POZZOL: by THE time YOU step OUT of HERE

POZZOL: their BLOOD and YOUR face WILL be DOING all OF the TALKING for ME

POZZOL: the OTHERS will DECIDE your FATE past THAT

POZZOL: its OF no CONSEQUENCE to ME

POZZOL: ive ALREADY relished IN the SMALL drops OF satisfaction YOU allowed ME to HAVE during OUR acquaintance

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POZZOL: IF only MOMENTS like THESE lasted A little LONGERPOZZOL: right BROTHER?

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POZZOL: IM genuinely IMPRESSED with YOUR drive TO act IN this SITUATION

POZZOL: to COME to ME after WHATS all SAID and DONE

POZZOL: announcing THAT youre WILLING to TAKE on EVERYTHING theyve SO distastefully ACCRUED in THEIR stead

POZZOL: TO be FEELING that THIS is A burden I would LET you BEAR just BECAUSE you MADE some GRAND gesture OF ill FITTED loyalty TAZ: ~I+'s a par+ of +he code.~ TAZ: ~You +augh+ me how +his works.~ TAZ: ~+he only way +o absolve +he sins of one associa+ed wi+h +he dark congrega+ion is +o wash i+ away in blood.~ TAZ: ~Be i+ in a +ransferral of +heir vice or in +heir dea+h.~ TAZ: ~+ha+'s +he only way you can be freed from +his place.~ TAZ: ~And +hey're gone.~ TAZ: ~+heir blood is lingering on my fucking skin.~ TAZ: ~+ha+'s +he impuri+y you feel so s+rongly abou+.~ TAZ: ~Bu+ i+'s MINE now.~ TAZ: ~+hose are +he rules.~ POZZOL: LEMME go AHEAD and TELL you SOMETHING for POSTERITY

POZZOL: the THING about RULES is THAT they AINT what SOME would CALL ironclad

POZZOL: RULES only STAY in PLACE as LONG as THERES a SILENT majority WILLING to FOLLOW them

POZZOL: OR someone UPTOP whos INVESTED in PRACTICING a BOUT of ENFORCING

POZZOL: you FOLLOWING?

POZZOL: ill GIVE it THAT you GOT a WIDE set OF pheromonal SACKS to STEP up TO me AND try TO sell A couple CRISPY licks IN my DIRECTION

POZZOL: got ME to LISTEN to SOMETHING i REALLY have NO business IN hearing OUT

POZZOL: the WHOLE ordeal IS veryPOZZOL: CUTE

POZZOL: for LACKING in OTHER words TO describe HOW this IS all SHAKING down RIGHT in FRONT of MY eyesPOZZOL: BUT the ONLY thing KEEPING me AWAY from YOU

POZZOL: from THEM

POZZOL: and FROM your LITTLE bronzeblooded BOYTOY

POZZOL: is MY own RESTRAINT

POZZOL: i RESPECT the FACT that YOU actually FELT strongly ABOUT something FOR once AND stood YOUR ground THOUGH

POZZOL: and WITH such CREATIVITY tooPOZZOL: SO alrightPOZZOL: IF you WANNA talk RULES

POZZOL: lets SET a FEW up AS a BASELINE

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POZZOL: you WANNA get OUT of HERE so BAD?

POZZOL: then YOU earn IT like EVERYONE else

POZZOL: YOU go PRO

POZZOL: when WE call YOU come RUNNING

POZZOL: when WE say JUMP you ASK on WHOS head

POZZOL: WHEN we GIVE you SOME poor FUCK we WANT gone FROM this PLANET you DISPOSE of THEM TAZ: ~So...~ TAZ: ~every+hing I've already been doing, +hen?~ TAZ: ~If +his is a deal, I don'+ really unders+and wha+ you ge+ ou+ of i+.~ POZZOL: i DONT always HAVE to GET something MATERIAL to FEEL content IN my ACTIONS

POZZOL: sometimes THE knowledge OF the SITUATION is ENOUGH to KEEP ones INTEREST alivePOZZOL: AND i LIKE knowing THAT even WHEN youre OUT of SIGHT

POZZOL: you STILL belong HERE TAZ: ~Are +hose your only +erms?~ TAZ: ~You won'+ do any+hing else so long as I'm s+ill chained +o +he sec+?~ POZZOL: i SHOULDNT have TO do ANYTHING else

POZZOL: BECAUSE what ALL of THIS shows ME

POZZOL: is WHAT makes YOU scaredPOZZOL: WHAT keeps YOU from YOUR true POTENTIAL

POZZOL: your HEATHEN mentor ACTUALLY taught ME a LITTLE something TOO over THE course OF all THIS insubordination AND tall TALK

POZZOL: its THAT whenever YOU think SOMETHING can LAST forever

POZZOL: IT always ENDS up RUINED by THOSE who WANT it THE most

POZZOL: SO why ARE you SO willing TO fight FOR that?

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POZZOL: what I would LIKE to BE getting IS your REPORT on THE situation

POZZOL: HOW did YOU tango WITH that MEGAPHONE mouthed MUTANTBLOOD TALALD: i did just what you asked!!! TALALD: sure enough my lil bopper has put him to rest!!! TALALD: he's going to be sleeping like a little grub swaddled in osmosis goo!!! TALALD: all nice and tuckered out :))) POZZOL: youPOZZOL: WERE supposed TO kill HIM TALALD: huh????? POZZOL: bitch AM i RIGHT up AND standing BEFORE you WRITING out VOCAL passages IN pretext

POZZOL: I told YOU to FUCKING slaughter HIM TALALD: hmmmmmm nope! i dont think you did!! TALALD: i think i would have known what you meant if you were using a secret code!!! im the one who actually memorized the signals yknow pozzy puff! TALALD: tap means bitty bopper! rest means lil bopper! play means big bopper! TALALD: kill isnt even a real word probably!!! TALALD: you and your crew have such a weird way of talking about really simple stuff!

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[tromlui]

I need to get this off my chest the world building in hazbin is SO BAD.

The whole “sinners need to be exterminated once a year because hell is over populated” thing didn’t make sense with the existence of other rings and no solid reason why the sinners couldn’t occupy them too. But the new reason makes even less sense.

If sinners are killed to avoid hell becoming powerful enough to threaten heaven why on earth do hellborn get a pardon. They’re just as much if not even MORE of a threat to heaven than the sinners especially since there’s no attempt to control their population. What’s stopping the seven sins + lucifer raising a hellborn army?.

hell the fact hellborn can easily travel to earth makes them an even bigger issue.

sure you can say the hellborn just dont care about heaven but its not like heaven knows that,ntm the sinners wouldn't care either if it wasn't for the fact they're regulary killed by angels once a year.

The entire system of hell makes no sense and honestly helluva and hazbin should never have taken place in the same universe. Because they just make each others world building worse.

[mshroom1e]

Hello! It's my first time requesting but I loved ur azul fic omg. Can I please have azul x gn! Reader where azul maybe comforts the reader because they can see they're really tired and always sleeping in and just not feeling all that great mentally. (Depression episode I suppose) if you dont want to write something depressing that's alr! Then maybe just like headcanons of napping with azul u can make it crack if u want I dont mind. Whatever ur comfortable with! If u like neither feel free to not do this request that's alr. Thank you :) have a good day and week ♡

Hello, thank you so much for the request!! I'm sorry it took so long for me to answer but I hope you enjoy it. I really liked writing the hcs stuff and can't wait to do more of them in the future. Finally, I hope I did well portraying how Yuu feels throughout this.

type: fanfic/hcs

Summary: Yuu hasn't been feeling the best and Azul tries his best to help with feeling better. Comfort, followed by some headcanons.

1.3k words

tags: reader receiving comfort, fluff

Warning(s): Depressive Episode

Life at NRC was rough. Everything went as swimmingly as a house on fire and you were completely drained. Exhausted.

Getting out of bed was much more of a hassle than it should've been. You were constantly exhausted, already having had enough of the day despite it just being started. No matter how much you tried, your body wouldn't cooperate and just flop back onto the bed. You were late to class on most mornings, and on the days you did manage to make it on time, you were in a vicious battle with sleep and always seemed to lose. The persistent tiredness and overall low mood made you feel, to put it plainly, like absolute shit.

On one particular morning, you couldn't find it in yourself to get out of bed. Virtually, you had given up. All that was left of your little remaining willpower diminished. Dissipated.

Azul noticed the lack of your presence instantly. He usually passed by you in hallways before class, always smiling at you or greeting you as you crossed paths. It was unusual to never see you at all during the day. He realised your worsening mental and physical conditions a few days before you didn't show up at school, but thought it was just him seeing it as no one else he asked seemed to notice at all. He was extremely worried, but for the life of him, he couldn't think of what to do to help you in any good way.

Concern for you became full-fledged worry as you were nowhere to be seen at the Mostro Lounge. About a week prior, you promised Azul that you would meet up with him at the lounge to spend some time together once it closed as you were both too busy to see each other during the day. At first, he thought it was just a simple case of being stood up on a date, but something inside him told him it was something more than that. Something he needed to help with.

So that's why Azul found himself in front of the rickety Ramshacke dorm, a bag of bits and bobs in tow, all gathered to make you feel better. The outside door was unlocked, which made sense as it was still during the day. He let himself into the dorm's entrance, greeting the air as he entered.

"Pardon the intrusion..." Azul gently pushed your bedroom door with his foot, arms full of all the items he brought in the hopes of making you feel better.

He carried mostly snacks, medicine, in case you were sick, blankets, a few oversized clothes since he knew how much you loved wearing them, and other things he thought you might need.

The human-sized lump under the covers of your bed was enough to tell Azul where you had been the whole day. His shoulders slumped as he set down the bags and carefully approached you.

You lay on your side, face almost completely covered by your blanket. You weren't even able to muster the strength to greet Azul when he walked into the room as you stared straight ahead, eyes glazed over and staring at nothing.

"Yuu?" He called out your name and placed himself on a spot next to you on the medium sized bed, the mattress slowly dipping under the new mass on top of it.

If Azul was being completely honest with himself, he had no idea what to do. He was so used to only relating with the majority of his peers due to his deals and other shady business that he gained such little emotional intelligence.

When you didn't reply, he settled for placing a hand on where he assumed your shoulder was, as if to let his prescence be known by you and for you to know that you weren't alone anymore.

Azul sat with you for a few minutes before you reached out of the blanket bundle and softly wrapped your hands around his torso, pulling him towards you in some sort of awkward hug. His eyes widened a fraction before he relaxed and allowed you to hold him.

There was a little more awkward shuffling before you ended up with your head on his shoulder and hands clutching onto the back of his uniform tightly. He leaned back onto the headboard and let your body weight rest on himself. He figured he would just wait until you were happy enough to start talking, so he slowly rubbed circles on your back as he felt his shoulder become damp.

Your silent tears became sniffles and sobs as you could finally release all the emotional constipation you felt. As you cried, you practically latched onto Azul like a koala, hugging him as you imagined Floyd would "squeeze" people.

His body was more cool than warm. Frequent hugs and touches with Azul taught you that his body didn't regulate its own heat at all, meaning he was always cold to the touch and today was no exception. Despite the chilling cold, he was still comfortable to lean against. His lack of warmth was made up by your own.

After your sobs and sniffles reduced, you pulled away from Azul, your face a few inches away from his and your eyes looking to the side.

"I'm sorry..." you started, "about all this."

Azul's eyes softened. He felt something inside him sting at the state you were in. To him, you were a beacon of light. Your presence was enough to give him a reason to keep going. Always managing to shine brightly despite whatever life threw at you. But no pillar lasts forever. Even the most formidable were due to crumble sooner or later. However, it can remain standing and in good condition when taken care of and supported in the correct way. And that was exactly what Azul was going to do.

He may not have the best way with words outside his deals and shady transactions, but he knew he could support you by listening and doing his best to take care of you until you were able to pick yourself back up and continue being as brilliant as you always were.

Azul would be so awkward but try his best when comforting someone.

Awkward back pats all the way

I imagine that he wouldn't say much, but his comforting actions are enough to make his s/o feel a lot better.

Definitely cancells whatever he's doing to make time to spend with you.

He'd have a list somewhere of all the things you like. From your favourite snacks to what takes your mind off things the most.

He wouldn't blatantly ask about your likes though, he'd probably watch the way you interact with things for a while and then ask you if you like those certain things.

Speaking of his list, he has a cute notebook dedicated to you since studying is what he does best.

He would use his cooking skills to make your favourite comfort dish.

Would smile genuinely when you compliment his cooking but would try to hide it behind smirking while adjusting his glasses, like he usually does.

Once you're done eating, you would play board games together and watch your eyes light up with a huge dopey smile on his face.

He'd maybe lose on purpose just to see you cheer up after gaining a victory. He might do that once in a while but don't expect him to always go easy on you, especially when you notice him letting you win or if you love competition.

Sucks at acting so you can definitely tell when he's pretending to lose

Is pretty good at hugs

His body feels cold to the touch, because octopus, but its a comforting kind of cold he radiates.

If you're shorter, he places his head on top of yours when you lean against him and if you're taller, you rest your head on his shoulder or he rests his head on yours.

"You have absolutely nothing to apogise for. You deserve so much for all that you've done and I wish that whatever appreciation that others don't show you, you should be the one to show yourself."

[thatcheeseycandle]

//I WAS ABOUT TO EAT DINNER- BUT I REBLOGGED THE DAMN CHAPTER LMAO

TIME FLIES SO FAST AND YET IT FEELS LIKE CHAPTER 38 CAME OUT YESTERDAY, AND I AN NOT COMPLAINING!

AAND FUCK GIVE ME A MOMENT TO SPARE-

AANDDDDD YOURS TRULY IS BACK

“A Parasite takes it’s host after decades of waiting.” PARDON? Well shit BLUE OETER IS FUCKED, INCLUDING THE TAGS ON THE TUMBLR POST

BLANK?? WHATA WHAT WHAT IM SORRY?????? YEAH NO SHIT OF COURSE ITS A MONSTER.

“His face plate began to cave and buckle, the right side suddenly buckling as a monstrous black cloud burst forth like a swarm of bees.” WHAATAATKAHAH

NONOOOOOO

MAYGLOWER RUNTHE FUCK AWAY DOMT NO DONT HURTHER NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NLUEPERTER SNAAP OUT PELAAASJ

Ay AY WHO THE FUCKS THIS???? WHO US THIS??????

Insert me just laughing my arse off, cause with how the tension was building up I NEVER EXPECTED THOMAS THE DAMN TANK ENGINEGAGAKAHHA

pAUAE PAYSE. PAUSE MUNA CAUSE I CANT HANDLE THIS SORRY

THOMAS YOU CHEEKY FUCK BEHAALAOSSHAO THIS WAS SO RANDOM IMSORRY

Just got back up from grabbing soemthing downstairs, oH GOD THIS IS GONNA BE AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER IM CALLING IT

Woah WOAH THEFUCK AY AY WAS GOING what's going on what's going on no no no no this is not happening wait wait

MALLARD?????????? WHAT

“This one, this one welcomes us and we feast upon decades and decades of anguish, pain and torment. He shall be better with us… He will be our toy.” PARDON ME?????

Either Black smoke struck him and he managed to push it back for so long but since all those emotions started fading this is why the black smoke is takjng over OR Blue Peter sold himself to the damn Devil. I DONTKNOW

Insert me yelling “DO SOMETHING” at the screen cause SHIT THOMAS WHY ARENT YOU TRYNA DO ANYTHING????? THE BLACK SMOKE IS RIGHT THERE. RIGHT THERE.

“We are the shadow to your light and we will not be denied!” I FUCKIN CAAAALLEDD ITTTTT YESSS

“I may be little, but little engines can do big things!” HE SAAAIDD ITT YEAAAHHHHH GO THOMAS GOOOO FUCK EHM UP YEAAAHHHHH

I FELLOFFMY BED. HOLYGOD. SCOT WHATTHEFUCK ARE YOUDOIGN THERE???????

“But to Scotsman, he was always just an arrogant fool with delusions of grandeur.” You wont be saying that WHEN YOU SEE WHAT THEFUCK HES BEEN UP TO YOULITTL

I’ll give him credit for shitting on North a bit, cause, well, Norths not been the greatest as we all know LMAO

“North had died and taken so much knowledge with him. It irritated Scotsman” ME TOO. ME FUCKIN TOO. YOU ARENT ALONE ON THIS SCOT

hHEHJWAIHAHA ABASHED TEENAGER IS THE RIGHT DESCRIPTION NGL

Okay GADWALL SMOOTHEN YOURSELF OUT A BIT

And fuck LMAOO

Woah. WOAHWOAH

ICUOKEDICHOKED ONMYSELF SEC

SO THERE IS INDEED MESSENGERS FOR PROTEUS. That actually MAKES SENSE, HES A GOD OF COURSE HE WOULD HAVE MORTAL MESSENGERS

Oh. Merlin, right, RIP to him btw.

Gadwall what the FUCK are you implying, cause if its what I theorize it to be Im opening a new doc

Ah. So those who accept death, follow into the realm of Proteus and stay there for eternity once they’ve accepted their fate. And those who havent are silver souls or/and souls who can be revived, that makes sense. It actually makes a lot of sense AY WAIR-

Sigh, well I mean at least Mallard is given that chance (I am praying he uses it right as well cause hes been through too much SHIT)

No NONONONOO LOOK MORE FURTHER- SHE IS INDEED IN THERE DONT STOP BELIEVING

HOLD ON TO THAT FEEEELINNGG

WHATOWHAAOWHAPHS

IFELL

OKAY

WHAT??????

LMAOOAHAHAAKHXTHROW HANDS???

What theufcj. WHATAHATAJAOAJAIAOA JACQUELINE?????

WAIT. SO NORTH’S COTTAGE ISNT HERE. WAIY FUCK WIAT-

DID NORTH MIX UP THE COTTAGES SO THAT HIS IDENTITY WOULDNT BE REVEALED OR SOMETHING?? OR REVEAL MERRY’S IDENTITY???

Wait. WAIT SO- QUICKSILVER. WAIT WAIT I JUST REALIZED. AHFUCK OF COURSE IT WAS THAT

WHAT???? SHES GONNA SAY IT RIGHT NOW AND THERE??????

WJAAATHAJ

SHEFUCKINISSSSSSS YEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSSS

MWYAJAOAHAAHAHAJAJHD UEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS YESSSS

BEINGEXCITED AND HAPPY IS SO TIRING LMAOO BUT FUCKYEAAHAHHHH UESSSS YESSSS

WE MUST CELEBRATE THIS CAUSE IT WAS ABOUT DAMN TIME AWKDHAKA YESSSSS

CRY ALL THE TEARS, THERE IS HAPPINESS IN THE WORLD FOR NOW, IN THIS MOMENT

IMGONNA FUCKIN TEAR UP JUST CRY ALL THE TEARS THAT WERE HELD BACK

TONIGHT WILL BE A GLORIOUS NIGHT

IMSMILLING SO WIDELY RN ICANT HSHALAHDKDH

SPOTIFY IS NOT HELPING ME EMOTIONALLY

GreyGREYY AYYYYYY GREY AND GOLD LETS GOOOO

AAnndd right THE GOLD DUST THING.. WELL FUCK

“Well- a little bit of trouble she’s a heavy girl- but that’s not the point-”  LMAOO GREYSHSJALAH

AT LEAST YOU DID ITTTT YOU FUCKIN CONQUERED THAT INCLINE!

OHGOLD NO OF COURSE THERES STILL USE DONTSAYTHAT

AEDJDDHSJ ME HEARTS MELTING GIVE ME A MOMENT

BAHAKAUAGSSHDAH

IVE LOST MY VOCAL CORDS AT THIS POINT, TODAY IS A GRAND NIGHT I SAY, A GRAND NIGHT IT WILL TRULY BE FOR ME

PURWLAHAIDHD

PURPLE

THIS SI THE MOMENT

WAJDHDSKD

YEESSSS THEYVE MET

LOUD EXTROVERTED ENGINES WITH THEIR INTROVERTED TAKEALONGS LETS GOOOO

AWWESHSH

AYYYYY ROOSTERS HERE LETS GOOOOO

BWHAJAJAH LMAOOO YET AGAIN, NOT SCOTTISH HWKAKAGSSK

Sparks of JDGAKAUS RIGHT HES HALF HUMAN AND HALF CONSTRUCT OHMFYAP THEYRE HALF HUMAN AND HALF CONSTRUCTS

A FAMILY OF HYBRIDS

Wait left? TRURO YOUFKCING KNEW?? Okay wait yeah OF COURSE HE WOULD KNOW THAT

Wait wAIT WAIT GREY??? Okay so the phrase “your the reason for me greying” is true in this context, stress could be the reason.

Or is it Lady or/and Proteus seeing North’s fate come hence why his construct was unpaused from it’s immortality and was left to properly age a bit before dying?

No. ROOSTER FUCKING TELL HIM PELASE

FINAAALLYYYYYYY FINALLY YOU LOT REALIZE IT FUCKING FINALLYYYY

WHAT THE FUCK IS THE LEY LINES???? WHAT.

Wait. The heart condition was made from blacksmoke, it was cold iron sleep, but North made a wish to Lady TO KEEP OLIVIA ALIVE RATHER THAN KEEPING HIMSELF ALIVE. HOOOOOOLYGOSH.

MALLARD???????? AMLALR DHWTA THE FUCK DOYOUMEAN

MALLARD YOU JUST GOT GOOD WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THIS TO YOURAELF GOD PLEAAASSEE.

No. NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO9OOOOOOOOOOOOO

RHOMAAYOUFUCKITHOUGHTYOUWOILDSAVEHIM

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[coffee-without-anesthetics]

as a follow up to my All-Knowing And All-Agony translation, here be Tear Drop, from japanese to french back to english! translated by yours confidently

in order to shorten this post, only lyrics different enough from the english ones are included. this one doesn't have much going on anyways

if you want to use this translation anywhere, i wish to be credited!

side note: since yuno uses both the singular (+informal) "you" and the plural (+formal) "you" in this, i'll make all plural "you"s pink, and all singular "you"s orange

The wanted wanting the wanter The overlap, isn’t that some sort of perfection? -> The ones asking, and the ones being asked for -> By uniting (assembling together), it's perfect isn't it?

“Poor naive little girl”? So off the mark, what’s it to you? It’s just absurd -> "My poor naive little one" -> You're completely off the mark, and besides, what does it concern you? Ridiculous [1]

Like really, who do you think you are? -> [unchanged + plural you]

Don’t weigh me measure me against your morality Just shut it, will you? You know it all Feeling magnanimous? INNOCENT? I’m so not that Just shut it, will you? You know it all -> Don't measure me with your ridiculous morals -> You, who think you know everything, shut up -> Glad you declared me INNOCENT? That's so not me -> You, who think you know everything, shut up

Caressing me with your “Good girl” Who needs your self-righteous pardon? -> Your "good girl"s, just like your touches and your "sorry"s full of self-satisfaction [2] -> I don't want any of them

I’m the one who chose, let you and you and you all in Happy or sad? Why decide? Where’d you get your half-baked sense of justice So nauseating…so creepy…will you please disappear “Phew. Anyway!” -> It's me who chose them. I accepted you, you, you and you -> Joy or sadness, why do you decide? -> Where did you take your failed sense of justice from? [3] -> Pff… you disgust me, I wanna puke (from it), come on, get lost [4] -> "Well. Let's move on!" [5]

If you want “me”, come marco, I’ll polo Let’s just do it, please smile? Hooked up till the morning to this sweet “Umbilical Cable” Let’s just do it, please smile? -> Those who want "me", come here [6] -> Come on, we're starting, you'll give me a smile? [7] -> Linked until morning with this gentle umbilical cord -> Come on, we're starting, you'll give me a smile?

Desire, bestow, and desire again The episode reloading on an endless loop The fading warmth makes me anxious again Tear drops succumb and fall -> [unchanged] -> From recharge to recharge, this episode without end -> The warmth flees (me) and leaves me in anxiety/anxious -> A tear falls

here be the notes. many of them but most are small things

literally "Does it watch you?". Outside of "what does it concern you?", can also be translated as "what's it to you", "This doesn't concern you", etc.

very very minor thing, it's not "good girl" but "good little one"

"failed" here (foireux) feels to me like "prone to failure" more than "failed". could also be translated as "messed-up" or "shitty"

she's way more direct with the insult ("allez dégagez"). it's in the imperative mood, no softening, straight up "go away, i dont want to see you anymore"

literally "We're moving on to something else!"

literally "Come until here", implies more effort on the recipient's part imo

not a big difference but the lyrics, without adapting to fit english, are "You give me a smile?" (Tu me donnes un sourire?). it's sweeter in french, i suppose