#pathetic chaotic child of a man

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I'm way to board-

Odyssey's Sequel AU

Part 4

The Adventures of Oli and Xornoth: Welcome to Pearl's and Perils!

Oli escapes the Afterlife, falling into Pearl's Paradise. With deep confusion, albeit determination, Oli ventures the cloud-like kingdom, meeting Pearl, the goddess of farming and strength.

He inquires about his good friend Sausage, an Angel who had risen to the Heavens they abode now. Pearl smiles sadly, yet her golden eyes fill with peaceful joy.

"He's sleeping. Finally resting. Earning the life he deserved."

Oli can't accept that, and he doesn't. He screams and wails dramatically, demanding Pearl wake Sausage up. He needs his best friend! Pearl tries to calm him down, yet her energy is turned worthless.

Oli dashes out, Pearl hot on his heels. Before she can tackle him and bring him back, because this is where he belongs, Oli jumps off the clouds and escapes Pearl's clutches, leaving a frustrated and fuming Pearl.

He'll die, she's sure of it. He barely survived Afterlife. She grumbles in frustration. If she hadn't already chosen a Chosen, she would happily Choose Oli, if to give Sausage any lasting comfort for his friend.

Then she remembers, remembers a Demon who died yet lived, balancing between life and death, only relinquished when the gods finally fulfilled their wishes and gave them godhood.

Pearl finds Xornoth, god of the Void and Corruption, sweet-talking them into Choosing Oli. Maybe she threw in a fib or two... whatever! Oli was going to die without help.

So, begrudgingly, Xornoth agrees, making Oli their Chosen, leaving the Heavens to help Oli.

Pearl stays behind, grinning from ear to ear. Her plan is going perfectly well.

She changes her fancy, skirts for a blue turtleneck and overalls, leaving through a special portal.

Hermitcraft will only wait for so long.

I bit of an explanation for how Xornoth ended up with Oli of all people. And hey, is that a potential Hermitcraft crossover in the future?!

Maybe...

Either I do Adventures of Oli and Xornoth part 2 or something with Pearl and False. We'll see!

[bones4thecats]

They Had A Nightmare Of The Overblot (PT. 2)

Type of Writing: Random Idea Name: They Had A Nightmare Of The Overblot Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia, and Grim + Yuu Sei Idea-Giver: Random Thoughts

A/N: Like in my past pieces, the reader is not MC/Yuu, they are a person coming from Twisted Wonderland. By the way, for Yuu and Grim's part, they are envisioning the overblot of Yuu's S/O. And, for Malleus' part, it is set in the future where he and the reader are married and have a child (the reader is not specified as female though)

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👑 As someone that tends to fills his day with many different things ranging from club duties to his work as a model and actor, Vil does not like to dwell on the past, to him it's necessary and can hold one back

👑 But, for some reason, the Great Seven seemingly disagreed with his coping mechanism

👑 You and Vil had begun to date one another a few weeks after his overblot, since you both grew up together in the Shaftlands, with your guardians working together in the movie business, but your guardian was a casting director while Eric Venue was an actor, you guys were very close growing up

👑 And because of how close you both were, seeing such a sight was something that not only scared him, but it scared you. You had watched your dearest friend become a, in other's words, monster

👑 Vil, before he blacked out, had seen your shocked and terrified face as you held Neige, trying to keep his afloat in the chaotic scene

👑 Thankfully, while he did come to his senses and become the same man you knew and loved, there was always a voice lingering in his head telling him that that incident proved how pathetic and weak he was. And how he could lose you easily to someone just like Neige

👑 These thoughts consumed his mind as he slept with you being coddled in his arms, your hands intertwined as your breaths began to slowly separate with Vil's speeding up and your slightly faltering at the feeling of air rushing past your ears

👑 Looking at your boyfriend over your shoulder, your eyes slightly widened at the sight of him, his face was contorting slightly as if he was going to cry but he was being forced to hold it in by fear

👑 Grabbing his face, you began to try waking him up. From shaking him to, somewhat, messing with his already messy hair, nothing was working, until you grabbed a small glass of water from your bedside table and splashed his face, making his eyes jerk open with shock

" Vil?! Hey, are you alright? You were jerking so much in your sleep and you looked like you were about to cry. I tried waking you up by shaking you but it wouldn't work- " " You're okay... " " What? " " Oh, thank the Great Seven that you're okay! "

👑 Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, Vil wrapped his arms tightly around you, tighter than he ever has before, making you let out a small gush of air from the pressure

👑 Holding you with his face burrowed into your neck as he lightly sobbed tears of joy, you sighed gently and hugged him right back. Your hands eventually reached up and began to massage his head and back, allowing him to drift back into a rest

👑 This time... there would be no dream of that fateful day and how you got that scar on your arm, it would be about you and his first date. The day he first realized he loved you...

👑 He's gonna kill you in the morning for splashing water on his face btw

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🎮 Unlike pretty much the rest of the boys, Idia doesn't fully hate his overblot. After all, he did gain his brother again, albeit a robotic version, but still

🎮 Though, every time he looks at Ortho, he remembers his overblot and the incident that happened when they were very young. And that makes him rethink everything. Also, don't get me started on when he looks at you

🎮 While he does think about how amazing and good-looking you are, he also thinks about the incident and how he sent a large shock at you and caused you to go into the infirmary for nearly an entirety of four weeks. And if scares him that he had done that to the only person who was there with him since the beginning, no death of anything occurring

🎮 Because of that event and how he had nearly harmed you to the point of being in a coma, Idia was very distant, holding to himself far worse than he ever did before. But, somehow despite these actions, you had accepted him and begun a relationship

🎮 For Idia, your relationship was built upon trust, loyalty, and honesty. Nothing else truly mattered to the male if he knew you would always be there and tell him the truth without him questioning it

🎮 One sign of his trust was allowing you to sleep in the same bed as him. And, in one of the first few times of this happened, disaster struck in the form of a nightmare

🎮 Hugging you tighter from behind as his eyes dodged in every direction underneath his closer eyelids, you awoke to his whimpers and very faint calls of your name and a mixture of pleases and no's

🎮 You had heard his eventual scream of a no and looked over at him in shock, he had never awoke so abruptly and harshly, even when he had nightmares of Ortho's death all those years ago, and that was scaring you enough, what had scared him so badly?

🎮 Opening your arms as he lunged in and hugged you tighter as if you were about to disappear, you began to hush him and hum a lullaby that his younger brother said he used to sing to him all the time when he had bad dreams growing up

" Y-Y/N, p-please don't leave me... not again... " " I won't, my love. I'm always going to be by your side, no matter what, okay? "

🎮 Nodding as you hugged him and pressed soft kisses to his temples, nose, forehead, and eventually to his somehow naturally blue lips, making him melt and hold one of your cheeks with his hands

" Now, how about we get some more sleep? You really need it. " " Ha-ha, funny... but, yeah. Sleep sounds really nice... "

🎮 Getting back under the covers, you instead of being the little spoon, allowing Idia to crawl into your arms as your legs tangled together comfortably. His breaths then calmed and became a steady sound as you rubbed his head and back to comfort him and remind him of your words

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🐉 Malleus was not proud of himself after the incident, how could he have let something like this cover his mind so thickly it could be compared to Lilia's cooking's stench?

🐉 Ever since he had overcome his emotional issues with the help of his dearest friend, Yuu Sei, and his friends and family members, you and him began your real relationship, courting and all

🐉 Now, he had never really dwelled on the past, to him, it would only hold someone back. Holding onto a grudge was something he wasn't fond of doing, so he tried to never do it. And, unfortunately, he had failed with this kind of grudge

🐉 Back to the point of this;

🐉 You could tell that Malleus was getting stressed with his work beginning to overflow, and despite the combined efforts of help from his father-figure, Lilia Vanrouge, and his closest friends, Silver and Sebek, he still had a lot left for him as the King of Briar Valley

🐉 His grip as he held you as you rest was also a tell-tale sign. His tail's grip was starting to make your leg fall asleep, which was what initially woke you up, and when he felt you touch his tail and left it, he had accidentally in his sleep knocked you away and knock a cup down, landing on the ground with a shockingly decent-sounding crash

🐉 Malleus' eyes erupted awake as he called your name, unnoticed tears falling from his eyes as his tail had rammed up and his horns slightly curved farther with growth

" My Spindle, are you alright?! Do you have any cuts, bruises, or any burns?! Oh no, please tell me I did not burn you... "

🐉 Burn you? What in the name of Twisted Wonderland was your husband raving about?

" Burn me? No, Malleus, your tail merely knocked me back into the cup. I'm perfectly fine! Are you okay? You have tears falling down your cheeks... " " Tears? Ah, I didn't notice those... but, yes, I am fine. "

🐉 Bullshit, you knew when your husband was internally hurting and every time you saw this habit of pushing something else ahead to distract you, you would get annoyed. Much like right now

" Malleus. I know when you aren't okay... don't start lying to me now. " " Father? Mommy/Daddy? What happened? " " Nothing, Diaval. Just go back to bed okay? " " Why is Father crying, Mommy/Daddy? " " Father just had a hint of a bad dream, like you and I do. Now, please darling, go back to your bed. " " Can I sleep with you guys for the night? " " Why? " " I- I don't remember which direction my room is... "

🐉 Malleus smiled gently and held out his hand to his first-born son and hugged him as you chuckled as your son threw up his small raven plushie and huddled himself underneath the sheets as you hugged him and Malleus wrapped his long tail around you both

🐉 Why was he so scared of what he had done in the past? Maybe it was because the last thing he saw was the slight burn marks you still had imprinted on your arms from protecting Yuu, or maybe it was because he needed to see something to remember... remember why his mother had gave her life for him

🐉 She did so so he could understand her, her love for her spouse and child... and while normally such a though would bring the fae to tears, Malleus couldn't help but lay a kiss to his son and spouse's heads as he hugged them, pledging his devotion over and over again...

🐉 It did not matter what had happened, what mattered was what was going to happen

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❤️‍🩹 -> MC/Yuu Sei ~ 😼 -> Grim ~ ・ -> Both Btw, the reader here is in Heartslabyul with Ace and Deuce

❤️‍🩹 Yuu, unlike his companion, had a very strict schedule of thinking when it came to the dark magic he had survived attacks from for the past few months at Night Raven College

❤️‍🩹 It was quite ironic really, because of his way of thinking and devotion to keeping his head high, he had attracted you, by far one of the nicest beings he had ever met in the new world... and really in his entire life

😼 Grim, on the other hand, had only gotten your attention because of how he treated your dorm leader, Riddle Rosehearts, with blatant disregard until he had punished him with his signature spell

😼 The feline had devolped a quick rivalry with you as well, well, a one sided rivalry that is, you didn't really hate the monster. In reality, you cared for the small thing as if it was your own sibling or child, gifting him small cans of tuna from now and then

❤️‍🩹 Your connection with Grim was something that Yuu loved, but, whenever he had seen you bending down you give Grim a can of tuna, your boyfriend couldn't help but see you in that god-awful form bending down above your old friend Cater about ready to attack

❤️‍🩹 He had never told you anything of it, preferring to keep such a vision to himself. He wouldn't want to worry you about his mind

Sadly for both of them, they would be forced to face their fears with the motivation of one thing; a nightmare with you nearby

😼 Your little friend had been curled up in your lap after eating to much for his lunch, mainly three cans of large tuna, and begun to take a long power-nap

😼 But, when you felt him begin to twitch far more than normal and feel the faint whimpers come off from his chest, you picked Grim up and excused yourself from your third-year allies and housewarden to deal with him

😼 Ushering him awake, Grim jumped and accidentally clawed your hand, making a small cut begin to bleed on your palm. And he could only sit there on the ground in your dorm-room, small yet bubbly tears falling down his cheeks

" Grim! Are you alright? " " I-I'm fine, Y/N. " " No you're not... Grim, I know when someone's lying, please don't make me add you to the list of liars. "

While getting Grim to admit his nightmares was fairly easy, getting your boyfriend to do so would be far harder

❤️‍🩹 Yuu was, in your opinion, a no-paid therapist for the entire school. Or, at least the main members of each dorm, from housewardens to their vices, he has spoken to pretty much all of them through their problems

❤️‍🩹 He never really has been so clean of energy that day in particular, from nearly getting hit on the head by Deuce's cauldron from running from Vil while housing Epel from his lessons that day, he just wanted to lay by his loving S/O and take a long hard rest for the night

❤️‍🩹 But, like a lot of things that year, even something has simple as that didn't work out for him. He had a complete nightmare of the overblots he had faced alongside you, and he had woken up in a shock right before a dangerous and death-worthy attack landed on you

❤️‍🩹 You had starred at him in shock from the ground you had fallen on and just rubbed your arm as you crawled back up and began to caress his arms and back in an attempt to calm him down as tears swarmed his eyes and began to leak

" Y/N? Oh God, you probably think I'm weak for crying about something so futile... " " Futile? Yuu Sei I have seen and heard a lot of things throughout my lifetime here in Twisted Wonderland, some of which I believe and some I do not. This is far from a futile thing to cry about. You just imagined the almost-happening death of someone you care for... like I have... and from the mighty words of my Godfather, Dire Crowley, 'In order to use magic just how you picture it, you need imagination. Some mages also find it useful to make a habit out of writing and drawing out their ideas, to train their ability to better materialize them'. " " What does that old bird's words have to do with this?... No offense! "

❤️‍🩹 Chuckling at his reaction, you gripped his hands in yours and said the following words that would forever lay resting in his mind before he slept every night

" In my words, ' In order to succeed in surpassing something, you must earn it. Whether it be from talking about it or writing it down in a journal of some sorts, letting such pains off your shoulders helps out a ton, whether you believe it or not.' " " Now I know that did not come from Crowley's mouth. "

❤️‍🩹 Laughing at your boyfriend's words, Yuu took it as an opportunity and lunged on you, wrestling playfully with you as you laughed while he tickled your sides... oh, what did you do to earn such a wonderful man?

[vroom-vrooms]

How I see f1 duos in very few words that might not make sense

Max and Charles: literally soulmates

Max and Daniel: redefined what it meant to love a person

Max and Lando: do NOT leave them alone

Max and Checo: divorced couple that started dating again but no one knows if it’s really working??

Charles and Carlos: could be brothers or could be sleeping together, and no one will ever know which one it is

Charles and Sebastian: who wouldn’t want to raise a grown ass adult man as his child

Charles and Alex: the kind of friendship that makes you smile everytime you think about each other

Lando and Carlos: became a family in like three months and never looked back

Lando and Alex + george: chaotic love

Alex and George: loser who’s actually a gentleman and gentleman who’s actually a loser

George and Lewis: it’s giving “please notice me please notice me please notice me *notices him* whatever I don’t care…”

Lewis and Sebastian: they could never hate each other

Lewis and Nico: thought they could never hate each other

Lewis and Valtteri: an umbrella in the pouring rain

Lewis and Jenson: “stop with the mind games!” “Bro I’m just chilling”

Jenson and Fernando: heart eyes 24/7

Fernando and Mark: heart eyes 24/7 but WORSE

Mark and Sebastian: so toxic in their time but they just needed like a few years to calm the fuck down

Pierre and Charles: that one childhood friend that you’re not really sure if you have a crush on or if they’re just the only stable thing in your life

Pierre and Yuki: repressed love and intense love meet each other

Hulk and Kevin: see he just needed to suck the balls and now they’re good!! Instructions clear, mission successful

Nico and Jenson: the kind of friends who hang out to gossip and talk shit about their other friends

Valtteri and Guanyu: opposites aesthetics that form one big weird aesthetic when they’re together

Charles and Ollie: literally father and son

Carlos and Max: one tries to act cool and the other has a pathetic teenage crush on him

I think that’s it for now

[bau-drabbles]

his apartment was a mess, that was the first thing you noticed. books scattered, glasses all around the table, curtain half closed, it was all very unlike dr spencer reid. he like to organise his things very particularly, but now it had looked as if everything was ran through by car leaving nothing but remains. he had many different lamps on his wall but only one was on. a small golden glow illuminating just how chaotic the room was looking.

but still you enter through, quietly walking across his tiled floors. the air felt thick with tension, as if something wasn't quite right. you knew lately he'd been having a hard time but in typical reid fashion, he had decided to bottle his feelings. and now when it was overflowing, everything around him was going up in flames. he had lashed out on you terribly, and even if you knew he didn't mean it, it still hurt nonetheless.

you walk through the apartment gingerly, your hands delicately skimming the books as you walk by. you heard a shuffle in the other room and your heart drops when you see him. he's in a jumper and some sweats, the nightgown tied loosely around him. he's standing by the window watching the sun set, the sky erupting in different colours of red and orange.

all of it would've been so magical had you not noticed the way his shoulders tense and the way his hands clutching tightly around himself. he fiercely wipes away the fresh tears with the back of his hand, cursing at himself for being so weak. but they still streamed down his reddened face. you hear his erratic breaths, trying to stop himself from having another panic attack and it all but breaks your heart piece by piece.

before you could even say a word, he caught your reflection in the window. with a deep breath he turns around and there you really stand. you set the books on the table and his lip trembles, clamping down his teeth over it so you didn't see how entirely pathetic he was. his locks were displayed all around his forehead. he wasn't sleeping, the bags under his eyes certainly had seen better days.

"you came..." his breath was hitched in his throat, a tear spilling from his eyes and you slowly nodded coming closer. he speaks like he genuinely hadn't expected you, as if you could ever ignore a sad call that came from him no matter what time it was.

seeing him so torn up, it was everything in you not to immediately hug him then and there. but you remain in your place, just looking at the sweet man in front of you. how much sadness and pain he had to carry, burdens that weren't his to hold, fell heavy upon his shoulders. you could see how defeated he had become.

"you called..." your voice is gentle, soothing, as if the answer is the most obvious thing in the world. he looks back down, his reddened cheeks stained with fresh tears. his adam apple bobs in his throat with the words he could sat but nothing comes out. nothing but his voice wavering and breaking down in front of you. his fingers clutches the ends of the desk and his face crumples when he turns back to the window.

"i'm sorry..." he whispers, sniffing as he stares out on the city and its inhabitants. your gaze follows by, walking slowly and softly to him.

"i know, it's okay" you lean against the desk as you occupy the space next to him. you know he'll speak to you when he's ready, you know better than to overwhelm him with what has happened. so your mouth remains closed, you remain simply by his side. not going anywhere unless he said to.

you didn't expect him to come closer, resting his face on your shoulder. his hands cradles a book close to his chest as he takes a deep breath in, his heart slowing down for the first time that night. you can smell his sweet shampoo and his cologne as his hands reaches for yours, holding it within his grasp. your fingers gently smooth over his knuckle tenderly, almost like a mother taking care of her child.

"thank you" his voice is soft, hoarse as he holds your hand tighter. you both just look out of the window, relishing in each others company. knowing words couldn't possibly come close to what you were both feeling. that he was clinging on to your touch just as desperately as you were. that despite what had happened, you'd always be there for him whenever he needed. no matter what.

"you're welcome"

[dykesynthezoid]

I feel like the show is gonna have no choice but to really go in on deconstructing libertine masculinity in s3 bc you kind of Can’t Not in trying to move forward with Lestat and Daniel and even Marius’s storylines. Like imagine Lestat bringing up different libertines who sucked absolute pathetic miserable ass while he and Daniel are doing a ton of coke and sucking and fucking and killing their way through various nightclubs and Daniel is like wait hold on…., Are we the baddies???

Like ohhh wait a minute, maybe this bravado of throwing oneself headfirst into reckless hedonism, declaring you’re totally aware of all your baseness and unconcerned with it, is not in fact a sign of self-acceptance but actually the mark of someone who still has no idea how to reckon with themselves or the harm they do to others and is struggling chaotically to compensate for it… also maybe you don’t want to be a “Casanova” if a Casanova is the type of man who has an “affair” with a child he purchased. (I’ll need those Marius and Casanova comparisons, s3. Chop chop.)

[codenamesazanka]

chapter's out! I read it. It sucked.

random thoughts:

so many things wrong I don't even know where to start

Have to restate that Deku has never given a single fuck about Shigaraki. Yeah, he might have cared a little about the Crying Child (because whose heartstrings wouldn't be tugged by a cute, weepy five-year-old?), and he avoided agreeing when people talked about killing Shigaraki, but overall, he's always been aloof and honestly disdainful towards Shigaraki. The latest proof is that Shigaraki's body is falling to pieces and Deku keeps on smashing. He's fighting AFO, true, but he knows Shigaraki is possessed, he knows that's Shigaraki's body, yet he spares not a thought about what might come afterwards once he defeats AFO. Will Shigaraki have a body to return to? Is it saving when the body Shigaraki returns to is pulverized, mostly because Deku did that? Questions Deku never asks, never considers. What a compassionate Hero.

Further evidence being that it seems like Kurogiri created a portal to divert Deku's attack in order to protect Shigaraki Tomura from his punches. While also asking for AFO to give Shigaraki Tomura back BECAUSE HIS FRIENDS ARE WAITING FOR HIM. The only real Hero of this chapter is Kurogiri.

So yeah, why not have Bakugou bomb Kurogiri so Deku can land the killing blow.

The 'you're not an incomprehensible monster, you're just a sad lonely man' line is there really as a cliché, an obligatory 'Nominally Nice Protag Probably Should Not Act Like Some People Are Innately Chaotic Evil And Should Be Exterminated'. I mean, it's obvious that AFO was a pathetic guy who's been obsessively mourning his brother and can barely make real friends. But when has Deku ever spared a thought about AFO and his motivations? When has Deku even cared about people not being incomprehensible monsters, besides vaguely wanting to know what Shigaraki's damage is (but never enough to RESEARCH or ASK)?

I do like AFO screaming at Yoichi's ember. Pathetic man. <3 Don't understand why, if he did kinda cared about Yoichi in his own twisted way and was desperate to have Yoichi back, he needed to fake his tears to 'cause confusion and dismay' in front of Kudou. What was that?

I joked about Shigaraki coming back from the shattering pretty chill but it sucks. It sucks ass. What the fuck. Sure, let's have Nana and him (maybe???) reconcile off-screen (or not really, because it seemed to be unconscious vestige weirdness, since Shigaraki has to wonder if it was grandma keeping him whole later). Sure, let's have him share the moment with everyone when he has more right than anyone to deal the final blow, especially after the shattering five chapters ago, because he should also have a moment when he reclaims his life and purpose from AFO. Sure, let's have him just give up.

My sole, tiny half-relief is that it doesn't seem like Shigaraki is so much agreeing/being ~enlightened~ by Deku's assessment of him as a Crying Child (who only ever needed a hug uwu, please carry him into the light of Heroes and teach him how to love again uwu) as conceding that because he failed to destroy anything, he failed to crush Deku's hand, he was just a crying brat after all. His conviction lost against Deku's. The use of 'brat' is significant, I think. He's not elevating his child-self into some pure innocent existence; he was a tantrum-throwing brat with unresolved issues. Adding his last words to Spinner, in the end, he still considered his destruction valid (because it was. He needed to be a Hero for the Villains.)? My interpretation.

But really the writing and progression is so unexplored and confusing and rushing towards a conclusion - he doesn't get to reflect on the reveal???????? what the fuck???????? - it's hard to say.

God he deserved better.

As much as I love the Spinaraki, wish he did address the rest of the League 😭 But it does make sense he might single Spinner out, to complete their gay little friendship story thread. And out of everyone, Spinner - most devoted to him - would probably need words of comfort most. but frustrating. and as @robotlesbianjavert mentioned, we never get a Shigaraki + League scene or union post-MVA.

fuck he better not be dead. he needs to be a Hero for the villains. Especially with fucking Deku as the new face of new gen Heroes.

Deku is the worse. fuck that kid.

[time-to-yar-har]

Things Live Action One Piece gave me that I didn’t know I needed:

Zoro being (even more of) a deadpan snarker.

Iñaki Godoy as Luffy.

“This is fine.”

Zoro and Nami coming together in sarcastic and snarky wlw and mlm solidarity in order to help each other deal with Luffy’s chaotic dumbassery.

Tiny transponder snails that you can use as an earpiece.

Nami and Kaya bonding.

Arlong and Buggy interacting.

Garp taking on more of a mentor role with Koby and adopting the youth as a grandson.

Usopp and Luffy arguing over who is the captain.

Luffy and Sanji bonding after hours in Baratie’s kitchen.

Mihawk interacting with a drunk Usopp.

Luffy verbally attacking Zeff in order to defend Sanji.

child!Sanji starting beef with pirate!Zeff over differences in cooking techniques, and that carrying over as Sanji gets older.

“Oregano is for savages.”

Zeff and Sanji butting heads because Zeff insists that Sanji owes him nothing that he should follow his dream.

Garp’s and Zeff’s overly familiar interaction with each other.

Buggy being even more of an unhinged pathetic disaster.

“She would be nothing without me.” “No, you would be nothing without her.”

Nami being so happy to see Zoro and Usopp again that she tackles them in a hug.

Shanks dismissing Mihawk’s insult about him being “half a man” by turning it into a joke.

The music, all of the music. Just, all of it.

[hitomisuzuya]

Hii this is my second request and I was wondering if you could do a nsfw Childe x Fem! Reader? I had an idea that the reader would be in denial about the way he makes you feel but he knows how to make you weak under his touch. Of course the reader ends up caving in to their desires. The whole time he’d call the reader weak or pathetic for giving into the tension.

Childe x fem!reader. Smut.

a/n: Childeeeee❤️ I got you covered. I hope you enjoy and thank you for being so patient.

"Look at you, I am barely even touching you," Childe laughed. He had you pressed up against the wall, enjoying the way your hands were shaking as they groped around on his body, not being able to decide where to put them.

You were just that flustered.

Earlier, you had given Childe that look again. The one that was so painful for him to watch. He had to admit though, the commitment to your denial about his feelings for you was admirable.

Love was like war to Childe. Chaotic and loud. Exhilarating. Spine tingling with adrenaline. It wasn't just love giving him these spontaneous feelings. It you. You thrilled him in a way no one ever could've.

And watching you squirm was all the more satisfying to him.

"It's very pathetic. The look on your face always shows such weakness. Weakness that a man like me would jump on in a second," Childe's hands roamed over your figure, settling on your hips. An intimate place he purposely chose just to see your reaction.

"Weakness, what are you talking about?" You bit your lip to keep from moaning. You were determined to stick by your principles. You had feelings for Childe. Strong ones. But you had way too much pride to give into your desires.

"This," he replied, his lips hovering over yours, his fingers kneading into your hips. You twitched, nearly moaning. Childe smirked. You were starting to crack. He knew he could clench victory anytime he wanted. "It's like your body says yes, but your pretty mouth says no. It's the weakest display of emotion I have ever seen."

You grit your teeth, making an attempt to push him away. Childe grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, pining your hand against the wall next to your head. You started to shake your head, but Childe curled his fingers underneath your jaw, getting more aggressive with his advances.

"Say it," He said, his hand roughly groping one of your breasts, his other hand going to grip of your hips, pulling against him just so he could press you back up against the wall by grinding into you. "Say it and make it easier on yourself."

You looked away, thinking if you couldn't see Childe then this wasn't happening. You weren't struggling to push him away. In fact, Childe would question whether you realized that your body was responding to him.

He took this as consent and it was.

Childe unbuttoned your pants and dipped his hand to press his fingers against your dampening panties. He shivered. "This is the biggest tell of all. The more I touch you, the wetter you get. Now say it. Tell me you always wanted me. It's this kind of weakness I enjoy."

A big crack appeared in your foundation. Childe practically saw it shatter into a thousand pieces. He pushed your panties aside, finally making you cry out for him as he pushed two fingers inside. "Good girl, now say my name instead. Your pussy is begging you to. Don't worry, the outcome was going to be the same, you would've been mine anyways."

His name died on your lips, Bucking your hips into his fingers, your grabbed his jaw and leaned in, stopping just long enough to say, "How about you make me scream it all night instead," you kissed him.

And it was a relief for you to finally cave.

[soulofapatrick]

In A New Light - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: You end up on your dad best friend’s doorstep and see him a new light, unsure if he feels the same

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: age gap (reader is 23 and Joel is 40); no outbreak

Notes: dedicated to @chaotic-mystery​ as she gave me the courage to post my first dbf!Joel content

Y/N’s POV

I just had to get out of work, feeling a lump forming in my throat as I drove. I don’t care where I end up, taking turn after turn without really thinking about it until I’m pulling into a familiar driveway… not my driveway. Looking around I recognise the row of blooming flowers, a vibrant array of reds, yellows and pinks and I know exactly where I am. I am sat in Joel Miller’s driveway. My dad’s best friend and Sarah’s dad. The man who has been a constant presence in my life, offering me all the support and care whenever I needed it. 

I’m here now so I might as well go in, it’s too late to pull out as the light in the hallway is turning on so I climb out of my car and make my way to the bright front door. I knock softly and almost instantly, as if he was waiting, the door swings open and I’m facing Joel. He’s sees me, his expression a mixture of surprise, concern and empathy as he sees how close I am to crying, I can feel my bottom lip trembling like a pathetic child. My arms are wrapped around myself as I can’t help but feel self-conscious now that I’m here, his usually bright eyes softening as he takes me in. 

Joel doesn’t seem to hesitate with his next actions, those strong arms reaching out and swiftly pulling me into a well needed hug, his touch warm and the strength in his arms that are wrapped around me back give me a sense of protection and comfort. It’s been a good year or so since I’ve hugged Joel and now… now I can feel just how solid he is and it makes me see him in a new light - not just as my dad's best friend, but as someone who could potentially be more to me. It’s a dangerous thought but I swear I can feel a touch of electricity, a spark of attraction. His fingers comfortingly running up and down my back sends shivers through me, the warmth radiating off of him feeling more intimate and igniting a flutter of butterflies in my stomach. 

I have to pull away when I register how good he smells: a mix of musk and some woodsy notes as well as vanilla that captivates my senses. I don’t want to look into it too much and get my hopes up but I swear there’s a subtle change in his expression. His usually gruff demeanour softening even more and the lingering gaze those honey eyes burn through me. It’s as if he’s trying to convey the question of me wanting more than a friendship with him and my heart skips a beat in response as I have to misreading this. I’m tired and stressed from being yelled at by my manager, I’m being delusional. 

Then he’s offering me a gentle smile, eyes crinkling at the corners and he’s speaking, voice deep and soothing but somewhat gravelly, “Why don’t you come in Darlin’? I’m sure I can spare us a beer or two, Sarah’s out with her friends tonight.” 

I’m nodding, unable to ignore the flutter of excitement as I step inside his home. I’ve been here a thousand times but it’s like I’m looking at it in a different light as I’m toeing my shoes off and following him down the hallway to his living room. It’s a bright and open space, with a plush sofa and armchairs; a coffee table in the centre with books piled haphazardly and a mug or two. The walls are a warm cream colour, a large flat-screen TV mounted to the wall facing the sofa with different gaming consoles below probably bought by his younger brother - Tommy. The bookshelf in the corner is Joel’s, filled with different genres of books; music book and some wooden hand carved sculptures I know are made by him. It’s cozy and inviting, and I head for the sofa when Joel puts a hand on my arm gently, making me look up at him. 

“Go grab whatever clothes you want from my room darlin’, I’m sure you want out of that uniform.” My face flushes and I know he sees it as he’s chuckling, a deep rumble in his chest before he presses a kiss to my temple and adds, “Now go on girl, don’t be shy.” 

I take the stairs two at a time, never having been in Joel’s room and I’m struck by the simple but rugged charm of the space. The walls are adorned with a few framed photographs, mostly variations of him, Sarah and Tommy but there is one of the three of them with me and my dad. My dad… Joel’s best friend. Fuck, that’s complicating it all but if I have feelings for Joel, I have feelings for Joel. 

Shaking my head, I move to the sturdy wooden dresser that’s against one wall, a few personal items scattered on top: his wallet; watch and some keys as well as some papers from his work as a contractor. I quickly pick out a pair of black sweatpants and a long sleeved grey teeshirt, turning to the bed and throwing them on there so I strip down. His bed is neatly made with a simple, comfortable looking mattress and duvet. The clothes are comfy, smelling faintly of him and adding to the intimacy of the moment. I can’t stop myself feeling a little more at ease, appreciating his thoughtfulness and care, making the new ache in my chest a little more poignant. 

As I head back downstairs my heart races as I catch sight of Joel sitting on the couch, waiting for me, sipping on an ice cold beer. The warm glow of the living room lights accentuates his features, making him look even more handsome and alluring. He’s ruggedly handsome with a strong jawline and a five o’clock shadow that adds to his masculine charm. His short, dark hair is tousled in a way that makes him look effortlessly attractive. 

His hands, weathered from the years of hard work, grip the beer bottle with ease as he takes a sip, his adams apple bobbing slightly when he swallows. My gaze shifts to the coffee table, where there is another beer waiting for me, a small gesture that makes my heart flutter but it’s not the beer that has my attention. It’s the way Joel’s honey eyes light up as he sees me, a soft smile playing on his lips. There’s a warmth and tenderness in his gaze that I haven’t noticed before, sending a shiver down my spine again. It makes me fully realise that yeah, my feelings for Joel - my dad’s best friend - has evolved into something more than just friendly admiration. 

As I approach the couch, the air between us seems to change, feeling charged with unspoken tensions and I can’t stop myself flushing under his gaze. We sip on our beers, silently finding solace in his presence. He reaches across to where my arm is on the back of the sofa, us facing each other, and he touches my hand lightly before withdrawing it, as if telling me it’s okay to tell him what’s wrong. Suddenly, I’m pouring out my frustrations about my manager’s unreasonable expectations and his constant yelling at work. Joel listens attentively, his soft eyes fixed on mine with sympathy and his strong, rough hands grip the beer bottle, drawing me more and more into his rugged charm. 

Joel’s expression changes from sympathy to indignation as he listens, his jaw clenching and eyes narrowing in anger, a protective instinct it seems from his stance. He leans closer and I catch a whiff of his intoxicating scent mixed with the aroma of beer, causing me to stutter as my heart races at the surge of attraction towards him. 

As I finish my well needed rant Joel reaches out and gently places his hand on mine, a comforting gesture that sends shivers down my spine and looking into his bright eyes it’s as if the tension between us is palpable. I don’t think I’m imagining it this time when I see the same desire reflected in them, making me act without thinking and leaning in to kiss me passionately. He’s taken aback at first, but as soon as I start to pull back he’s moving into the kiss, lips moving against mine with a hunger that matches my own. The kiss is electric, igniting a fire within me that I never knew existed, the taste of beer on his lips adding to the intoxicating experience. 

We’re pulling apart too soon, both breathless, our eyes locking in a mixture of surprise and longing. It’s a moment of vulnerability, as we both realise that our feelings for each other go beyond friendship, “Shit Y/N, you’re my best friends little girl… I can’t… we can’t…” 

“Joel.” It’s like the whisper of his name breaks his resolve as he’s pulling me back. The kiss is filled with longing, a culmination of the unspoken tension that has been building between us for years. His hand gently cups my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin as our mouths move in sync, keeping the kiss. My heart races as Joel responds eagerly, his other hand finding its way to the small of my back and pulling me closer. Our bodies press against each other and I can feel the heat and strength of him, heightening my senses. The kiss is just as intoxicating as the first but it’s full of a mixture of familiarity and a newfound passion. 

Time seems to stand still as we share this stolen moment, lost in each other. There are no words, just raw emotions causing through us. It feels like a dream, and yet, it’s so achingly real. I can feel the fireworks exploding in my chest, a rush of adrenaline surging through me. 

Eventually, we have to break the kiss, our lips parting but our foreheads still touching, breaths ragged and mingling. We gaze at each other, eyes filled with a mixture of surprise, desire and anticipation. It’s a moment of silent understanding, a realisation that we’ve crossed a line that we can’t go back from, and that we both want to explore this new chapter. Neither speak as he manhandles me so we’re cuddling on the couch. 

His strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me close to his chest and I can feel his warmth against my back as I snuggle in, relishing in the safety and contentedness his embrace holds. We talk softly, sharing stories and dreams, as I trace the lines on his rough palms with the pads of my fingers. 

The atmosphere is serene as there’s a sense of comfort and familiarity in his presence. Despite the romantic tension that comes with this newfound territory there’s something strangely domestic about it all, as if we’re going to slip into a routine of being together. I feel a sense of intimacy and closeness that I’ve never felt before and it’s both thrilling and comforting at the same time. I can feel his steady heartbeat against my back and I feel a flutter in my chest, the way his fingers are gently tracing circles on my skin making me shiver. 

I’m tilting my head back, resting it on his broad shoulder, to look up at him and our eyes meet. There’s a silent understanding between us, a shared desire and without a word, he’s leaning down and capturing my lips in a soft and lingering kiss. I respond eagerly, fingers curling into the the soft curls at the nape of his neck, the world around us fading away until it’s Joel and me, lost in the moment again. 

As the night wears on I can feel myself getting drowsy and Joel’s arms tighten around me protectively, I let out a contented sigh as I nestle closer to him, feeling the warmth he’s emitting against my skin. The comfort of it all letting me drift closer and closer to sleep, feeling grateful for the idea of being able to face the future together, we’ll have to talk about what we are exactly and how we’ll tell Sarah and my dad in the morning but for now I have Joel in this moment of domesticity. So, with a sense of peace I surrender to sleep, knowing my heart as found its home in Joel’s arms. 

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[somebluemelodies]

i love that there’s an ongoing theme with a lot of the qsmp ships (especially the canon/close to canon ones) that is just this typically serious, nonchalant character - likely with a heavy/angsty backstory - and a character who’s oftentimes silly/chaotic, dramatic, or simply exudes wet cat energy, with or without the angsty backstory

i’m mainly looking at spiderbit, fitpac, and pissa/phissa- read my nonsensical ramble under the cut-

spiderbit!! you have q!Cellbit: a former child solider and an ex-convict from Alcatraz bc he was a cannibal and essentially a crazed serial killer. and his husband is q!Roier, who spent his earlier days on the island flirting with anyone and everyone, has Drama Queen™️ tendencies, and has an alter-ego who lives a double life as a stripper and psychologist. i don’t think Chafaland is canon so we don’t have much of a pre-island backstory for him, if one at all. granted, q!Cellbit we all know that sometimes has the wet cat or chaotic moments, so different dynamics can be interchanged between these two

fitpac!! q!Fit comes directly from the anarchy hellscape known as 2b2t, and as far as i’m aware, has spent most of if not all of his life there. led wars, killed a shit ton of people… yknow, all that jazz. literal war veteran. and yet!! who softens him and literally makes him fucking blush but none other than q!Pac. yes, q!Pac literally got his leg eaten and was also put into Alcatraz but up until he got kidnapped a couple weeks ago, the sheer chaos of this man?? regardless of the angst?? and now he’s slowly healing and getting back to normal too?? a silly lil inventor guy fr

pissa (why was this the chosen ship name again?)!! idk what the hell is going on with q!Phil’s backstory other than that he’s an/the Angel of Death, so there’s whatever angst and/or drama that comes with that. but this man just wants to chill and take care of his kids. and then… you have q!Missa… the MOST pathetic wet cat (/affectionate) on the entire island. and yknow what? i love him for that! the way this man has acted with q!Phil since he returned? i don’t even think i need to elaborate

but on a more serious note tho, i love that the relationships can (and do) run so much deeper too

i’ve talked about spiderbit plenty, but i’ll keep talking about them bc they just mean sm to me. the way they balance each other out and complement each other, the way they’re always there for each other. the way their relationship is so heavily built on trust. these two have so much love and commitment for each other it’s almost sickening. meus pais </3

fucking fitpac man they grew on me so fast :’D there’s a certain depth and potential with them that makes me crazy. they way they could (and do) help each other and always look out for each other. the way that they, regardless of inadvertently or intentionally, help each other heal from all the baggage they each carry is just… ough. i need them to become canon at this point idc. they’re both clearly into each other i don’t make the rules. THE POTENTIAL

i really hope we get more pissa bc it’s literally so crystal clear they care about each other, regardless of how much distance or how much time has passed. and that’s big. just like fitpac, there’s so much potential with them too, even if their marriage is platonic. i just wanna see their dynamic explored more please and thank you. it’s been so long </3

ANYWAY that’s… whatever this was. did this make any sense? idk. these gay cubitos man, i’m telling you. gotta love the lgbtqsmp. if you read all that, thanks :D

[thesilverlady]

Condal had to whitewash Aemond's entire character, give him traits from others, and make Aegon look cartoonishly incompetent and pathetic so he could live out his childhood dreams in his self insert. Like i am not even tg but the way Ryan keep justifying Aemond's bad deeds nonstop like he made luke nothing but a big bad bully and made his death an accident all to whitewash & justify Aemond, and now he tried the same with Aegon being murdered... Ohh poor meowmond was bullied by his mustache-twriling villain of a brother so this is why he has the right to try to kill him🥹 what now? Would he portrays the riverlanders as cartoonish villains who bullied Sadmond to hell and back so this is why it's okay for Aemond to commit genocide against them?

if you think about it, aemond is for Ryan what Daemon was for George; a favorite. Which is ultra ironic because from what I've seen in interviews I don't think Ryan even likes daemon? But anyways, I've been saving my long analysis for after the season is over but it'd be rude to ignore you, so let's go.

First things first, I think Aegon being "incompetent" at most things isn't necessarily bad, if we consider book canon where we're told he's lazy. It makes sense why for example his valyrian are probably not the best, why he struggles keeping up with the council etc

On the other hand however, you may say "Well, they've ignored 80% of the book. Aemond and Alicent get sympathy. Even Helaena gets more of a room to breathe." which in this case, yes, you're actually right.

Since the showrunners are determined to be making both sides gray that would mean show both sympathy and bad traits to a character right?

The thing is Aegon suffers a similiar fate Alicent aka the writers don't know what to do with him. In the first season they attempted to give him some sympathy by showing how he was mistreated by alicent and Otto, and show how he became awful by having Dyana and the fighting pits as an example of it.

In the second season, he should have gotten more spotlight. He should have been riding high on power, being arrogant af, celebrating his small "victories" but he doesn't get any of that. Instead he's naive with making decisions (which makes sense but instead of backing out of his decisions he should persist), he can't keep up with his own council (in the book at least he was nagging Otto about always writing letters instead of taking action), and even when b&c happens we don't see him taking revenge. We saw him destroying viserys' Lego collection instead of the man who beheaded his son. And I'm asking, why? Why not show his cruel side, why not have him torture his prisoner, taking joy of his pain. Hell, most audience wouldn't even be against him for it.

As for the Aegon x Aemond dynamic, the bullying never really made sense to me, but I'd argue the entire dynamic of the green family is very clumsily written. These people aren't loyal to one another but the care is still meant to be there, y'know?

Like, Alicent in the book is a hypocrite and completely obsessed with Rhaenyra. She still defended and believed in her children despite most of them being monsters.

Aegon had no reason to bully Aegon (aside the fact that alicent would have probably never allowed it), Aemond is the only brother Aegon gets to grow up with. He's his closest companion if you think about it.

When Jace is born, Daeron is born. So Aegon never had interest in his nephews because he was too old by then. He probably still felt envious his father was giving attention to them - which is a feeling he shared with Aemond only (given Helaena had a batter relationship with their dad)

So again, why the bullying? Not to mention Aemond is fierce child. bit of a psycho if you will. The idea that he'd just accept being humiliated by Aegon is laughable at best.

The difficulty with adapting the book is that arguably, Aemond is a very difficult character to sympathize. He's not meant to be likable. He's chaotic and an idiot with the oldest dragon and that makes him dangerous - which in turn, can make him entertaining to a certain audience.

Have you noticed how he never name calls Rhaenyra in the show? Aegon insults her. Criston insults her. But not him. Meanwhile Aemond had this weird psychosexual thing with Rhaenyra and obsession with Daemon in the book. But they only kept the latter part because it'd be harder to root for him if they had kept the first.

book Aemond is a raging misogynistic, arrogant prince, impulsive and fixated with the idea of proving he's better than others. It's why he waits for a dragon to claim when his own egg doesn't hatch. it's why he persists after his accident.

if they wanted to draw sympathy they could have actually focused on his disability. While I don't blame the Velaryon boys for what happened to him, Aemond still had to deal with permanent consequences; relearning everything; how to eat, how to read, how to swordfight. You could have a bit of disability representation there for kudos and actually dig into an unexplored aspect of his character. But nope, they only had him mad after years and even the action of murdering his nephew because of it was made into an accident. so I guess he wasn't that mad over the eye thing lol

Aaand because I feel I've been defending Aegon a bit much let me clear the air, I'm not some Aegon girly who thinks he's uwu a poor bb who talked over and never did anything wrong.

He's a rapist; both in the show and the book. In the show he enjoys watching kids killing each other, in the book he wants to murder his elder sister from the start. He's still however a pawn. Just an unaware one for the most part so sympathy is drawn there for a bit.

And there's an added irony and tragedy of Aegon arrogantly believing he and aemond were on the same side, to be celebrating his victories to the point of building him a freaking statue. One can say there's something narcissistic about it, as if Aegon views aemond and daeron as extentions to himself, making their victories his own.

Meanwhile Aemond grew up resentful of Aegon in the similiar sense he is of Rhaenyra. except Aegon is a man and a firstborn son so his laziness rubs him wrong extra hard. His mother and grandfather focused on installing Aegon to the throne when Aegon had never done anything for it. In his mind, Aemond is the one who trained, who endured after his accident, who is ambitious about power. So yeah Aegon being crowned never sat well with him.

Rook's nest remain goofy in the show and gives tb another horribly adapted death but I can't be mad about it 'cause I couldn't even stand show!rhaenys lol.

While Aemond was always going to go against Aegon he probably would have done it after the war with Rhaenyra was over. A "let them kill each other and I can deal with whoever remains" kind of a plan. And since Aegon had gotten so badly injured by the end he wouldn't even have to kill him if he didn't feel like it, just talk to him into abdicating.

But yeah, Aemond in the show is "whitewashed" as you mentioned and they made his "got bullied" storyline a core aspect of his persona so there's no saving him.

I do wonder how they'll do the burning of Riverlands and the massacre of House Strong 🤔 In showverse, going after Aegon was expected especially after the brothel scene (+the childhood we know they had.) and I can't imagine many people not rooting for him given how Aegon treated him.

So, Aegon was the "bad" guy in this case so Aemond's actions are once again lifted from him. I'm definitely curious how they'll do the other two. I can't imagine a way to twist it into him being "forced" but eh he's Ryan's fav, never underestimate the man.

I guess we'll have to wait and see

[ricky-tiki-tah]

Who’s your favorite ego from each fandom (Iplier, septic, & crank) and why :3?

Ooo good question!

Iplier is definitely Author/Host. He’s just “spooky man who tells spooky stories”. I love him sm. Very hard to put into words why exactly.

Septic has probably gotta be Chase. He’s such an interesting guy and his story is so “gotta lore hunt for himmmm!!” He’s also got that pathetic wet cat thing going for him. Someone give him a hug.

Crank is Heapass. Chaotic silly guy. Definitely the guy you’re talking about when you say “I know a guy.” *pat pats the gremlin child on the head*

[darktrashsoulbear]

WIPs

Requests - OPEN

This list is not a timeline or order of what will be posted

Aemond x reader then Aegon x reader (request)

Burnt Aegon x sister wife? She cannot stand Aegon's behaviour and seems to love Aemond (as he does, but nothing is going on; basically, they're like Naerys and Aemon). After Rook's rest, Aemond comes to claim her now that he got rid of Aegon. However, the reader is disgusted by what he did and sticks to her sad, pathetic husband, taking care of him. 

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Aemond x reader - unrequited love, Aemond’s POV

Aemond was a lonely child, until that loneliness was cured and then again but a lonely man when that cure was snatched away

Ewan x reader - another fluffy one shot, can be read as related to ‘Exploring Local Treasures’ (request)

I was wondering if you could do one where reader visits his childhood home in derby and meets his parents for the first time

Ser Steffon’s Adventures in the Red Keep and Beyond!

Due to my overwhelming love for him and with Freyja’s @endless-ineffabilities encouragement I will possibly, probably, definitely start a drabble series on Ser Steffon from this fic and each chapter will be him dealing with a chaotic scenario concerning different members of the royal family and even the court in general!

Maybe I’ll even do a chapter where the team black character visit the capital and all of their chaos, or at this point just a whole spin off series ‘Ser Steffon’s Trip to Dragonstone’!!!

Ewan x reader - will definitely include fluff, the rest I’m still figuring out

Ewan Mitchell on pub quiz night, heart racing, adrenaline pumping through his veins, writing down answers before his teammates could even make a sound. While the scores are being calculated he walks over to the bar, all cocky and so sure he’s going to win and ends up standing next to the prettiest girl ever and he just forgets everything around him. Strikes up conversation and doesn’t even register them announcing that a team other than his won (?!?!) until she leans up, wishes him better luck next time and walks away to celebrate with her team

Rafe Cameron or JJ Maybank x reader

What about something for jj maybank or rafe cameron based off the song lifetime by justin bieber? Like everyone in their life has let them down or done them wrong and reader comes in their life and they realize after a while that no matter what happens reader is gonna be there and that reader is the lifetime kinda thing?

May end up doing a version for both

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Tom Glynn-Carney x reader

So, imagine visiting a Christmas market together, buying hot cocoa, sneakily buying him a present even if he insists on not needing anything and just having a cosy day with snow in the hair and hands stuffed in pockets because it’s cold, but refusing to wear gloves because it “takes away the sensation of holding you hand” 🥹

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[scholarlycoffee]

Hi, Writeblr! I finished writing my novel Mosswood before I started this account, but I'm currently writing the sequel (and an alternate universe novella), so I figured I should do a project introduction since I'm likely going to continue having severe brainrot about these characters!!!!

In Ponderosa Bay, Oregon, people go missing all the time. Unlike the rest of them, Analía Monroe reappears.

Blurb: Split living between her mother and her father's new family, Monroe is a ghost in her own home: unwanted and misunderstood. She only finds solace in her small circle of misfits—her younger half-sister Rajel and best friend June—and the dangerous but magical world of Mosswood deep in the forest, but their obsession may have deadly consequences.

Setting: Ponderosa Bay, Oregon, a small, rural town along the coast, 2002-2005

Genre: Adult contemporary fantasy

Series: 1 of 3

POV: Multi-POV, third-person present-tense

Characters:

Analía Monroe: INTJ-T, equal parts pretentious and pathetic, tortured prophet who doesn't believe in prophets, oneiromancer, voted God's favorite little lamb most likely to be slaughtered, the most autistic person you've ever met, a 12-year-old adult who will grow up to be a 20-year-old child.

Juniper Bardot: ENFP-T, very sweet and outgoing, Monroe's self-appointed guard dog, responds to most situations by either making tea or committing acts of extreme violence, wears wool sweaters all year round.

Rajel Cohen-Monroe: ESFP, chaotic little sister who wants to be taken seriously, cello player, has a deeply complicated relationship with Monroe, attempts to hide her insecurity behind sarcasm to varying degrees of success, underachiever with an inferiority complex.

Vibes: dark forests, the taste of blood, cracking lightning, crinkly notebook pages, cherry-red neon diner signs peeking through the fog, ink-stained hands, winding mountain roads, milky tea, two-headed lambs, rain-slick streets, your mother's church you haven't been to in years, laundromat arcade games, uncanny convenience store taxidermy, the beach at dusk, rings of toadstools, the feeling of being watched, bicycles on gravel roads, second-hand Converse with the sole peeling off, decade-old missing posters.

Soundtrack: I Know the End, Phoebe Bridgers / Big Sky, Kate Bush / Dear Arkansas Daughter, Lady Lamb / In Dreams, Ben Howard / Dreams, The Cranberries / I'm Your Man, Mitski

Word Count: 96k

“And then there’s Mosswood,” she adds just in case.  “Mosswood,” June repeats curiously, gazing once again out past the rising lights in the water. “Don’t you remember what I told you when we first met? I don’t think this place will let us go.” There is something a bit tired and gray in her eyes, but then, it is nearing 3AM.  Just to make herself feel better, Monroe laughs a little. “God, that’s creepy.” “Well,” June laughs in return, “it isn’t like we want it to.” With a flicker of curiosity, Monroe holds the jade-green Eye Stone to her eye and peers out into the writhing ocean below. Through it, the Something is a breathing, expanding monolith with kaleidoscopic tendrils crawling toward the shore. Toward the light.  “No,” agrees Monroe. “It isn’t like we want it to.” And it’s a good thing we don’t.

[not-karl]

mkay so i think martin is a really interesting character.

like, what was his fascination with gadgets? why not ask people for money instead of random gag items? we know he didn’t sell them, so, why?

it’s interesting!!

he played both sides of a system, risked himself in order to trick people, to.. get.. cool gadgets. thats. why?

i want to know how his brain works, i want to dissect him like a frog in a biology lab, i want to understand this man’s brain and how it works.

i also. i think it’s tragic that neither finn nor minerva will ever know why he left and finn will never truly know his dad. like, he’ll never know his dad liked gadgets, he’ll never know his dad was chaotic and silly (and a bit pathetic when it came to flirting, maybe it runs in the family). minerva will never know why he left her, why he took their child. she’ll never know what happened to her husband and what he was reduced to-

speaking of, why did that happen to him? what made him shift so drastically? brain damage? i… don’t think so.

i think he was lost for a while, slowly dissending into some kind of madness as he struggled to process what’d he’d gone through. he probably thoguht finn was dead, doomed to starve at sea or get eaten by some fish. his wife would never forgive him for letting thwir kid die, would she? so. he forgot. he shut it out as he slowly lost himself until he became the martin we know today

i actually never thought of marten that way, opened a whole world of possibilities fr!!

[agentnico]

Napoleon (2023) Review

Wow, Napoleon Bonaparte must have really peed off Ridley Scott. The man evidently despises the little fella.

Plot: A look at the military commander's origins and his swift, ruthless climb to emperor, viewed through the prism of his addictive and often volatile relationship with his wife and one true love, Josephine.

So, this is the second feature film to come out this year featuring Joaquin Phoenix playing a character that really needs to cum, excuse my ironic French. The first is Beau Is Afraid, but the second is with Napoleon. Phoenix is an uber-horny little dude in this! You may have read other reviews and reactions mentioning this, and it's true - Napoleon is a surprisingly funny film, at least regarding its titular Emperor. Joaquin Phoenix really emphasizes the pathetic man-child aspect of Napoleon, and there are some great lines he says involving boats and lamb chops that are hilarious. But he is also a sex freak. Director Ridley Scott seemingly continues his streak of staging over-the-top riotous sex scenes, with recently in House of Gucci where Lady Gaga and Adam Driver do it like it's nobody's business, but now in Napoleon also where Phoenix seems to be channeling a puppy humping a chair whilst his wife played by Vanessa Kirby is as stiff as the aforementioned chair. As such, this movie ends up being a comedic gold mine at times, which is not what I would have expected going into it.

It is really gratifying to see a big-budget historical epic gracing our screens. It's rare for Hollywood these days to release a movie of this caliber, with only certain directors like Martin Scorsese, Quentin Tarantino, Denis Villeneuve, Christopher Nolan, and Scott having that reputation and freedom to receive big budgets from studios and do what they want with it. Ridley Scott seems to be the primary pioneer for continuing to make historical epics such as The Last Duel and Exodus: Gods and Kings, and I really do wish that Hollywood will continue to allow this genre to continue and give them the budget they need, as seeing these major scale battle sequences on the big screen can be so much more exciting than a CGI superhero space fight. With Napoleon, Scott again impresses with the grand scope of the battles, from the sweeping shots to the intense close-ups, with some creative imagery throughout. The stand-out sequence for me was the Austerlitz battle on ice, and it stood out from both a cinematic and narrative point. On the one hand, it is the prime showcase of Napoleon's tactical mind and his impressive skills in planning traps to defeat his enemy, and on the other hand visually when the enemy ranks are attacked by surprise cannon fire and as they start sinking through the breaking ice and drowning, the collective colour of their blood mixing with the ice and water symbolizing the image of the French flag... I mean that is pure cinema right there! That is what makes Ridley Scott stand out as a director - he is a filmmaker driven by the old school and unwilling to fall into contemporary film constraints. The common phrase "they don't make them like this anymore" is prevalent here more than ever.

That being said, Napoleon is not without its problems. For one, I'm usually the first to complain if a movie is too long, however here I find the opposite. It's a near 3 hour-long movie and yet that is hardly enough time to deliver a satisfying recollection of Napoleon's life. That right there is the issue. Napoleon's life is filled with so many fascinating moments, that any one of them, whether it be his rise to power, his chaotic relationship with his wife Josephine, his invasion of Russia, or the detrimental Battle of Waterloo, any of these could have been enough for one film to tell, yet Scott tries to tell Napoleon's entire life. With also reading that Scott is saving a 4-hour cut for the movie's streaming debut on Apple next year, you can really tell that this theatrical version is stripped down with many chunks cut out, resulting in choppy editing, and no breathing room for the narrative to have any emotional resonance. The movie feels rushed and unfinished, so I'd be interested to see how that 4-hour version next year will pan out, and if it will be a similar situation to Scott's other epic Kingdom of Heaven, where the Director's Cut is an entirely different movie to the original.

The other major issue is the characterization of the titular character. I'm not judging Phoenix's performance; he, Vanessa Kirby and the entire cast play their parts well - it is more so the way the character of Napoleon is written/treated that is the concern. Writer David Scarpa and director Ridley Scott are evidently trying to deconstruct Napoleon, yet they are unsure about how to go about it. He feels all over the place, with on one side this calm and calculated general, on the other an angry child, and finally this sex freak. They really should have focused primarily on only one of these, as instead Phoenix is forced to jump back and forth from scene to scene, and it feels like he's got some sort of multi-personality disorder. The character is very inconsistent and messy, and as such is more a caricature of the real-life figure rather than an impersonation. Vanessa Kirby's Josephine stands as the more well-written and thought-through character, yet due to the movie's rushed pace we don't get to spend nearly enough time with her, and by the end of the film she vanishes into the shadows when the writers again get stuck with what to do with her.

Napoleon is a solidly entertaining historical epic that harkens back to the old days of Hollywood. With surprising amounts of humour and also some truly incredible battle sequences, it feels cinematic and bold. Yet due to leaving too much footage on the cutting floor and a script that struggles to juggle all the real-life events as well as its titular character's layers, the movie fails at reaching the highs of Ridley Scott's other directorial efforts. Again, once the 4-hour version premieres on Apple this movie may then turn out to be a masterpiece, but until then it's simply a passable historic affair, if with some historical inaccuracies. Though don't mention that last part to Ridley Scott, he'll start having his own manchild moment again screaming "Get a life!".

Overall score: 7/10