#she just. vaporises him.

[golden-stag]

I'm so baffled by the fact Sharon doesn't have a VA or speaking lines in X2-

First thing is one of Slayers endings where he's talking to her directly and it feels really stilted and awkward when he directly asks her opinion on something and she just doesn't respond.

But that's whatever, I can live with that.

What's killing me is her ending where she vaporised Eddie and YET-

[bella-goths-wife]

Ghostbusters x ghost reader

Warnings: mentions of death, obsessive behaviour, non canon events, descriptions of traps being painful, ghost stuff

You had no idea what happened

One minute you were alive, and the next you were dead

But it wasn’t the death you were promised

You were given your body, but your skin was translucent and you felt utterly weightless

You were hysterical as you tried to ask the people surrounding you what was happening, but they ignored your presence and you quickly figured out they couldn’t see you or notice your presence

You had no clue how long you’d been dead, or how long you had roamed the streets in your Vaporised body

But you were so tragically bored

who knew that being a ghost was so mind numbingly mundane

You spent most of your days in your previous apartment with the tv on as you tried to live your life as if you were just having a day off from work, and not like you were dead and cursed to roam the world

But that only worked until the landlord cleared out your apartment so you just sat on the floor in the empty carcass that was once your home

And then some newlyweds moved in, and they were gross

You had to deal with seeing their acts of love and pda and have the realisation that that kind of love was no longer in the cards for you

So one day you got annoyed with their very loud PDA in the bedroom, and out of frustration you slammed cupboard and startled the life out of the couple

And a mischievous smirk crossed your face at the realisation that you could royally fuck someone’s day up with this

So you started off with hiding stuff, then breaking stuff until you finally got so frustrated that you screamed and accidentally revealed yourself to the couple

They called the ghostbusters the next day to report being haunted by the ghost of an early twenties female who was extremely mischievous

Winston and Ray were the first to arrive at the scene and immediately as they entered the apartment they felt a chill in their bones

You wanted to mess with them but you thought better of it as you had seen one of their adverts back before you died, you knew what they were here for and you were not about to get caught in one of those traps

So you just followed them into each of the rooms they visited and watched from over their shoulders

They had been to each of the rooms and retreated back to the living room when Peter and Egon arrived

Egon did various tests that you were careful to avoid in an attempt to fool them into thinking that you were not there

You hadn’t avoided the tests completely though, as Egon’s device showed that there was a ghostly presence but your attempts of fooling them had paid off because avoiding the device like you had gave the impression that the spiritual presence wasn’t in that apartment but someone else’s

The newlyweds were extremely frustrated with that outcome and demanded explanations for the various spiritual incidents like the coldness

To which venkman replied that they should check on their AC before stating that they were extremely busy and unless the spirit came back, the ghost busters couldn’t help

As they went to leave, you did something you weren’t sure was possible

You attached yourself to Egon as he left your apartment building, having taken you with him accidentally

And Egon accidentally took you straight to the ghostbusters headquarters

Where after you got adjusted, you wrecked havoc

You started off small by following the workers of ghostbusters around their daily routine in the headquarters

You followed Egon round in his lab, you followed Winston as he stored traps, you followed Peter around as he annoyed people in his office and you followed Ray around as he helped improve traps and washed the car

You also listened to Janine on the phone and whenever Dana would come in to visit Venkman you would follow her around as she helped keep the place in order

But that quickly got boring the routines became predictable, so you decided to throw a few wrenches in their plans

You’d mess with Egons lab equipment so that his results wouldn’t come out clearly

You’d move traps around whenever Winston went to clean them or store them until he found them in the strangest and impossible to reach sports

You’d mess with Peters papers whenever he left his office and your delete messages that someone left for him just out of spite

And you’d mess up any progress Ray made with the traps and you’d mess up anything he cleaned

It all become quite frustrating for the four men

You weren’t a violent or impulsive spirit like they had experience before, you were just mischievous and annoying

It all came to a head one night when you decided to get bold with your mischief

You had assumed that all of the ghostbusters were out for the night, but you failed to recall the recluse that was Egon Spengler

You had gotten bored so you decided to go to the radio that Janine kept on her desk and you blasted the radio as it played maneater by Daryl & Oats

You danced around in a similar fashion to Lydia from beetle juice as you raised yourself to the ceiling and danced around the room

The music had disturbed Egon as he rushed out of the lab and into the main area, where he saw you dancing

In your joy you had become visible to the human eye, and Egon could see the little minx who had been tormenting him and his friends for months on end

Egon watched for around ten minutes before you spotted him and disappearing, but not before flashing him a fox like smile

Now that Egon was aware of your existence, he decided it was time he looked into who you were

He pestered your landlord about the previous residents of your apartment and looked through the photos until he recognised you

Your landlord assumed Egon must have been an old boyfriend and insisted that he take some of your stuff since you had no family come and collect it, and Egon accepted out of peer pressure

So he brought your things back to the headquarters and looked through them

He found many things of interest to him but he noticed a dusty chess board in one of the various boxes and thought it would be a brilliant way to to establish communication

So he dusted off the chess board and set it up in his lab with a camera set up in the corner, and he waited

He made his first move and waited around five minutes before a piece from the opposite side moved in a countermove

Egon played chess with you until he eventually won, and he offered you a rematch on the condition that you communicated with him this time

And so you did, you made yourself visible to Egon and you were sporting the same fox like grin as before

Egon tried to ask questions during your second game, but you never answered past shaking and nodding your head

You had won the second round after making a few unexpected moves while Egon was distracted trying to communicate with you

Egon gathered the ghostbusters and showed them the tape before actively encouraging them to try and communicate with you whenever they noticed your mischievous presence

They all questioned why they shouldn’t just trap you and store you, but Egon quickly responded that he’d never seen a spirit with this amount of self awareness that you were a ghost, and the fact that you communicated with him was an intriguing premise as most spirits don’t communicate in favour of doing whatever they did before they died

It became somewhat of a daily occurrence for you to play chess with Egon as he encouraged you to talk and you refused

Winston was the most receptive to Egons as his frustration at your mischievous antics encouraged him to scold what looked like thin air about how hard you made his day, he may have felt foolish talking to himself but he’d do anything to try and convince you to stop hiding his traps

So he talked to an empty room as he stored a trap and almost stopped before hearing a ghostly giggle

He had turned around and saw your translucent figure actively laughing at his frustration before taking off with his trap

He practically played hide and seek with you for about an hour before he saw you leave the trap in the lab and take off with a fox like grin

That became a daily occurrence for Winston, and despite his annoyance he quite enjoyed your little games

Raymond was the next person to become more receptive to your presence as he tried to seek you out

He had noted what Egon had said about catching you dancing and that gave Ray an idea as he rewashed the car you dirtied again

He turned on the radio to his usual station of self proclaimed “groove music’ and talked to the room as he tried to encourage you to come out and listen to the music

And he was caught of guard when the radio completely turned off and for a moment he thought he had angered you

That was until the radio started again with a more pop like radio, and ray figured out that you weren’t angry but you hated his music

Ray tried to defend his music taste to your invisible presence and switch back the radio to his music but he got spooked as you came out of no where and did a quick ‘boo’

When he was distracted by the near heart attack you gave him, you switched it back to your music

Ray decided it was easier to give in rather than be spooked every time he went near the radio

After that, whenever ray was working on something he’d turn on the radio and you’d switch the music and you’d both listen together

And you’d still give him small spooks whenever you could

You bonded with Venkman months after the others and over something extremely surprising, crossword puzzles

Peter loved and hated crossword puzzles

He loved the feeling of completing one and the feeling of superiority that came from it, he hated that he could never actually finish them

So one day after your usual wreaking of havoc in his office, he sat down with a coffee and a crossword and felt extremely frustrated when he couldn’t complete it

So he sarcastically asked the prompt to what he thought was the empty room and was extremely surprised when an invisible figure plucked the pencil from his hand and answered the crossword

Peter was intrigued so he allowed your little game of him reading the prompts and you answering them until you both eventually finished it together

This made Peter much more tolerable to your presence as you two would do a crossword puzzle together whenever he had time or he felt your presence in his office

You had such a good relationship building up with each of them that they considered not trapping you and just letting you haunt the place in your own little harmless ways

But that was quickly scrapped when one day you accidentally took it too far

Dana had come to the headquarters to visit Peter and bring him coffee, and when she couldn’t find him she started wandering around looking for him

She followed the sound of music into the little garage section of the building and entered the room

You had been playing around with Ray at the time before he stepped out and when Dana came in you assumed she was Ray and gave her a little spook

This little spook however caused her to fall back and scrape her legs while the coffee spilled on her arm and gave her a small burn

You hadn’t meant to hurt her but she was so scared in that moment that she screamed

The commotion brought the four men down to her and misconstrued the scene as you purposely hurting Dana

Egon helped Dana with her injuries before sending her back home and calling a meeting

In this meeting he stated that you had become a dangerous and violent spirit and Peter quickly said that they should trap you, still raging over Dana getting hurt

They all agreed and before you knew it, they had cornered you as you clasped your hands together and pleaded for a second chance

They didn’t listen as they put you in the trap but the entire process felt like hit irons on your skin

You were eventually forced into this trap that to you looked like a jail cell from the inside before storing you with the rest of the ghosts and going on with their lives

Your afterlife was extremely mundane and painful as you were stuck in the trap for three months that felt like three years, with nothing to do and nowhere to go

The four men tried to go on with their lives but something distinct was missing

Out of routine kept accidentally doing the things that they would usually do with you and expecting you to show up

Egon would sit at the chess board and night before realising you weren’t coming and just playing a solo game of chess

Winston would set traps out for you to hide like he used to, only to find them still on the desk when he fishies counting to thirty

Ray would put his groove music on while he washed the car and waited for you to switch it over to pop, but you never came

Even Venkman, who was the most insistent on trapping you, would still accidentally read out a crossword puzzle prompt and wait for you to answer before finally realising that you weren’t there

So after three months and Dana explaining that she didn’t think you hurt her on purpose, they decided to release you from your trap

It was a relief to finally be free as you felt yourself becoming adjusted you your ghostly body again

The four ghost busters assumed that things were going to go back to the way they were, thinking that you wouldn’t be angry about the three months of entrapment

But you did remember and you were royally pissed off about it

You actively ignored all the efforts of the four men trying to contact you and you ignored all of their agologies (ray and Winston were the only ones to apologise)

You decided that they deserved to feel an inch of what you felt those painful three months

If they assumed you were dangerous and violent, you would give them dangerous and violent

Should I continue this? :)

[sanflawoah]

Black Myth: Wukong

More brainrot commentary because I'M NOWHERE NEAR DONE WITH GOING INSANE OVER THIS MONKE GAME.

Cursed texts and massive spoilers bellow. Lots of random bits and wee woo wee woo.

First of all, YEEESSS to everything well written big budget media with heavy cultural elements that isn't western centric. Love it 👏, a thousand more like this please.

HONESTLY can't get enough of the character designs. Watching the old tv show in my childhood got me imagining the JTTW characters as these cute human with animal ears. But since the game took a more serious and darker tone they took the character design to 1000. So many memorable characters with distinct style, drip, and combat.

Ok so whose idea was it to make some of the plants sentient and will beat your ass for daring to pick them up. I now have trust issues with ginseng and mushrooms

The toad bosses reminds me of Gamabunta. For a moment they also gave me a war flashback of Jedi Survivor's Oggdo-Bogdo, I want those things vaporised from earth 🔫🔫

Kang-Jin darkening the environment during her second stage, I legit thought it was a problem with my screen, until I found out other players had it too lmao. Also looove her design, silver loong with holographic glow, prettiest loong in the game

Boss musics are so LIT, I've been looping them for weeks

The Scorpionlord. First I saw him I was like HANZO HASASHI :DD??? But instead of hellfire, this time he uses venom. And the fact that the environments have autumn palette, connects me to MK 11 Shirai Ryu fire garden arena lol

an NPC called Starved Abomination. The name really sends me because ngl it's a relatable concept, I too became an abomination whenever I'm starving.

To punish Wukong for his lifetime worth of trash-talking, the game now choose The Destined One as shy and doesn't talk much except for when he screams during fights. All my grievances of expecting him to be chatty and noisy actually works out the more I understand the story. And turns out it was all part of his journey, you are meant to complete him by collecting Wukong's scattered senses. Lil introverted fur-ball of scream I love you so much. Since the NG+++ Wukong stance actually gave him voicelines, I'm guessing the Destined One is going to complete his development in actually becoming Wukong in the DLC.

Everyone and I mean EVERYONE had a beef with Wukong and now we gotta pick up after his mess. My poor Destined One walked into an area completely clueless and suddenly everyone is jumping on him because "REMEMBER THE THING YOU DID TO ME A FEW HUNDRED YEARS AGO??? WELL FUK YOU, NOW DIE."

~

🐱Yin Tiger🐱. First time I met him I was like ohhh who are you, you look so cool and kinda cute tho, look at those big boba eyes, pspspsps.

He's all busy with his hammer and zabuza sword, thinks you're so annoying for bothering his work. Then there's this "challenge" option and suddenly he rose and casually tossed his hammer to the ground, I was like wait I was just joking aYO I WAS JUST JOKING-, then proceeds to delete my HP in 30 seconds. Anyway I love how he appears big and heavy and yet moves so swiftly. Of ALL the tiger bosses in this game, imo he's the coolest and THE SANEST. I still can''t get over the Tiger Vanguard and Mad Tiger trauma, those orange cats are on a whole new level of insanity.

🕷️Fourth Spider Sister🕷️. I'm actually so INVESTED in her mystery, like why are you helping me? Why do you look so sad? Are those tear stains on your cheeks?? Why did the Immortal Crane said that I'm giving you "false hopes"? What were we in the previous life?

"Think about her, won't you? Should you feel like stirring trouble in your next life." WHAT DOES THIS MEAN, TELL ME. SHE SEEMS SO NICE THO, she's just a sad goth girl what did she do?? What did WE do?? And her journal entry is so interesting.

🐉Yellow Loong🐉. LISTEN.... I literally had to pause for a moment when I saw him. Cutscene plays and I was like Oohh it's going to be that type of charismatic character reciting monologue, and then I saw his name and it's THE YELLOW LOONG??? This suave horned man is The Yellow Loong??

Well damn I have to say that's one handsome loong. He's one of those elegant style fighters, my favourite genre, up there with Whiteclad Noble and Erlang Shen.

👁️Erlang Shen⚡. The way I turned up the volume when I heard Andrew Koji's Erlang voice.....It's just so.......pleasant to hear. Something about the way he did his voice, the smug taunts, the gentle almost-whispers, and the gROWLS???

I can't even with the entirety of Erlang's character design in this game, because dAMN BOI what a BEAUTY. I thought the game was going to make his appearance more mature looking, or even scarier, because that's just how it is with game character design formula, especially in games like this. But NOOOOO..... they made him ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL. His face, his voice, HIS MOVESS, the way they designed his martial arts so elegantly. When you perfect dodge everything with him, it really feels like a dance. I have to note that when sometimes you tried heavy attack on him aND HE SIMPLY JUST-.... took one step to the side.... THE ABSOLUTE SLAYYY DISRESPECT💅💅. Welcome back Isshin from Sekiro.

Also I just found out that depending on what transformation you're using, he's going to react differently on each. Particularly interesting one was when you use Azure Dust. Most of the time, when you transform, he's going to transform too and chances are he's going to one-shot you out of the transformation. He doesn't do that with Azure Dust for some reason, instead he got amused because Lmao returning back to your origin?. And this line, "Walking his path is no easy feat, it will test you relentlessly". SOMETHING SOMETHING ABOUT ERLANG HAVING THIS HIDDEN BURDEN THROUGHOUT THE PLOT IS DRIVING ME INSANE, I NEED THE DLC TO EXPLORE HIS CHARACTER MORE I'M BEGGING YOU GAME SCIENCE. You can't leave me hanging with his journal entry please I want him to have some peace and closure.

Powerful quiet character with hidden struggle, the bane of my existence, my beloved.

☂️🐉The Four Heavenly Kings🎸🗡️. MAN I love these guys, their fight feels so rewarding somehow, because after all those struggles with Erlang, they feel more like a reward battle for visual entertainment.

Aside from being relatively easy, they're just so fun to watch. I keep wanting to stall the fight just to see what move sets they could perform because their coordinated attacks are just SO COOL.

South king throwing the sword at us, joined by the West king throwing punches, and then the West king passing the sword back to South king. That brief moment of them passing weapons, they need to do more of that, so sick.

The North king combo with every other kings. The West jumping up using the North's umbrella, summoned the dragon, the South yeeting the sword, and the East buffing up the umbrella thrust attack with his Pipa magic. I'd hate to be a normal human citizen under them during that scene GODDAMN. I'd say the West is the game's favourite king because he's the one with the most screentime. He's the one with distinct glowing eyes and he was the most visible behind Erlang during the opening. The North being the coolest because WTF WAS THAT TYPHOON UMBRELLA WITH THE WEST'S DRAGON ROLLING WITH IT, AND THE MUSIC QUE, ABSOLUT CINEMA. The East probably being the chillest of them all because my man was just serenading the fight yo, I like how his fingers actually moves accurately playing the BGM. I know they're on the heaven's side, but for some reason I want them to be on our side if it's possible in the DLC. If we could get Erlang, then surely we can get them? They're too epic not to have.

🐒THE GREAT SAGE'S BROKEN SHELL🐒

THE MONKEY, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND. SUN. WU. KONG. THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT WHEN THIS MF SHOWED UP ON SCREEN. TEARFUL CHEER AND AND UNIMAGINABLE TERROR. AND WITH THAT BITS OF THE OG TV SHOW THEME MOTIF PLAYING WHEN HE SUMMONED JINGU BANG.

Who would've thought that we're going to fight our former self as a literal your greatest enemy is yourself concept. Like yO IT'S THE G HIMSELF WUKONG but now FUK I HAVE TO FIGHT HIM?? Look, sir, Mr. Great Sage, I know I've been playing around as you and I don't even know what I'm doing, I'M SORRY.

So now we're fighting zombie Wukong. He's literally soulless inside and his voice sounds demonic. YET STILL he radiates that lively asshole energy. You try pillar stance to get away from him, he does the same but his pillar is TALLER than yours. You try to walk off calmly, he does the same but then taunts you for it, eats a peach and then flicks the seed to your head. Kicks you to the sky and transforms his jingu bang into a pillar and plants it to the ground with you under it. He cheats by summoning kintoun and body slammed you. He summoned his clones to kick you in all directions only for the original Wukong to wait on the side yawning, then he kicks your jingu bang back at you like "pick it up bitch", and taunts you with his hand gesture to come at him. Ok now you're raging and you tried to pillar stance heavy attack at him, he's like "shut yo bitch-" and GRABBED YOUR JINGU BANG WITH YOU STILL HOLDING ON TO IT AND STARTS USING YOU AS A FLY SWATTER. Just as you think that these suffering couldn't get any worse, you tried to heal and he IMMOBILISED YOU, SNATCHED YOUR GOURD AND TOOK A SIP, decided that it tastes like shit and threw it back at you. Now THIS is the little shit that I know and love.

The whole time you tried to do a move against him, he returned the favour but better. You think your staff extension is long? Ok he'll extend his staff to a kilometer, and that's STILL him holding back. You can do ring of fire? His is bigger in diameter and burns brighter. The game had to nerf out his lore accurate skills because it's just so atrociously OP.

Ok so you finally defeated him? Just as he got dusted away he still managed to croak a last laugh.

Que good ending animated cutscene with the JTTW plot in reverse serenaded with Celestial Symphony. Happy onions, happy onions tearing up the eyes. Crank the volume up, it's all coming together. That's Ba Jie, that's Sanzang, that's Wujing, that's horse.

MMMMMMM MONKE.

[poppitron360]

Hot take but the whole “who is the most powerful demigod” debate is stupid.

Percy is not the most powerful demigod. Nico is not the most powerful demigod. Leo- despite vaporising a primordial goddess with his bare hands- is NOT the most powerful demigod.

The whole POINT of the Seven is that they’re all meant to be EQUALS in power. Or at least that’s what they are in theory, but in a desperate attempt to keep Percy as the main character they nerfed everyone else.

They each have unique abilities, which complement and contradict each other- working together as a team. They all have their own specific set of skills that they bring to the table. Neither should be more important than the other.

Yes Percy almost killed the goddess of misery with her own poison. Yes Nico can kill a person with a touch. But Hazel prevented Gaia from rising another seventy years. Piper can charmspeak literal gods. Jason defeated Krios single-handedly (we never see it but we’re told about it). Frank had to be given a physical handicap from the UNIVERSE ITSELF for being too powerful. Reyna has two ferocious robot lie-detector dogs, lived on Circe’s island so knows some magic and shit, lived with Pirates for a while, single-handedly ran CJ for eight months while trying to keep Octavian off her back AND led the legion into battle when the time came- not to mention the fact that she can basically amplify anyone’s strength/lend them hers. We don’t even have TIME to dive into all the times Annabeth has been seriously OP. Plus, Leo has a 60-tonne fire-breathing dragon, is the first fire user in nearly four centuries AND defeated Gaia.

I would’ve loved it if they’d all played equal part in the final battle against Gaia instead of Leo doing all the work. While I’m not complaining that Rick made my favourite character the most important in the end, I kinda think that if you’ve got a concept of Seven demigods each with their own role to play you should actually make their roles all equal- not just wait ‘til you find out who the fan favourite is and then give him the most significant job.

GIVE EACH MEMBER OF THE SEVEN EQUAL NUMBER OF POV CHAPTERS IN THE BOOKS PLEASE.

Perhaps it’s my neuros diverging, but I HATE it when things aren’t mathematically equal or don’t line up correctly. Fold a piece of paper in half all wonky-like in front of me I dare you.

The Lost Hero? Flawless! Each character gets two chapters, and it all rotates in the same cycle until we end up back with who we started. Admittedly Jason gets two extra chapters at the end but that just means we can give Piper and Leo more chapters in the other books. Son Of Neptune? Great! Percy gets a few more chapters in ratio to Frank and Hazel, though. Mark Of Athena?… All the Greek demigods get a POV! That’s fine! But where’s our book dedicated to just the Roman characters? House Of Hades? FANTASTIC! Everyone in the Prophecy gets a POV.

But wait! There’s more! Now there’s two new characters who need POVs, making the fandom have to write out a whole “the seven plus Nico and Reyna” thing even though the series is literally called Heroes of Olympus and so you could just call them that but that’s besides the point. Controversial, but I don’t mind the lack of Percabeth POVs in Blood of Olympus. We kinda already know a lot about them already and I wanna give my other pookies a time to shine. But the fact that Frank and Hazel only get TWO books with POVs meanwhile Leo and Piper get FOUR-

As much as I love them all, I just think that nine characters in five books might’ve been Rick biting off more than he can chew. We know this because of how hastily they had to wrap up Leo’s arc and the “oath to keep with a final breath” line in the Prophecy in the last chapter, and how Frank, Hazel and Reyna don’t get completed arcs until TOA.

But anyway, I think that “Percy is the most powerful”- while I know it’s an opinion most of the fandom share- is actually erasing the whole concept of HOO. Seven characters, equally powerful, for different reasons. And if Rick had just stuck to that concept, it would’ve been much more stylistically pleasing (with an equal number of chapters for each character) and be able to shine a light on characters like Frank and Hazel who are kinda pushed to the sides in the books. It made the final battle kinda anticlimactic just to have the Lost Trio and mostly Leo defeat Gaia, and just kinda made the ending underwhelming imo.

[observeowl]

Unwanted Marriage | Chapter 1 - Not the best first meeting

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"I don't want to marry that cripple, Marcus. I want to be with you." Your sister, Stephanie complained as she got intimate with him. "Don't be afraid baby, I won't give you to anyone." He said it so softly that it touched her heart. They have been hiding around for so long that they have started to lose their patience.

"Marcus!" You slammed the door open and caught them under the sheets together. "Stephanie! Marcus is my fiancé! You guys... How can you guys..." You shook your head, they weren't even trying to defend their actions. You've known them for the longest time, having met Marcus in high school, for them to betray you like this was unimaginable. Stephanie reached out and held your arm, "Y/N, I'm sorry. Marcus and I love each other dearly."

Out of a sudden, Marcus pulled her back further from you and held her close to him. "From the beginning to end, I only have Stephanie in my heart. Don't flatter yourself." He has never spoken so harshly to you and looked at you like a stranger. "Please, Y/N, I beg you. The woman is next door tonight if only you-"

"You want me to allow you guys... Dream on!" If your anger was boiling a second ago, it was vaporising now. You raised your arm ready to slap her, but were stopped by Marcus. "Y/N Y/L/N! You have no choice! If you won't marry, then who will? I can't bear to see Stephanie suffer."

"Marc-" He sprayed your face with an unknown substance causing you to lose consciousness.

Y/N, don't blame us... If you want to blame someone then blame it on your fate...

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You woke up the next morning still feeling very groggy until you remembered what happened yesterday. You sat up in shock when you realised you were undressed and a woman was sharing your bed.

Last night was not a dream...

You got up in a hurry and rushed to put on all your clothes when your father, Mike opened the door without knocking. "Y/N Y/L/N! You unfaithful daughter!" He ordered you to come out once you're properly dressed.

He held nothing back when he slapped you in front of your family. "This is the woman your sister wants to get married to! How could you..." He chastised you in front of everyone. Stephanie came out from behind your father and said, "Y/N... Is it because Marcus wants to tell you about the regret of the marriage? That's why you want to take revenge?" She tried to act sympathising.

"Stephanie Y/L/N! Do you dare to speak of what you said last night again!"

"Y/N, what are you talking about? Last night... last night..." She suddenly acted like the victim and shed some crocodile tears. "You asked me to go inside your room and coaxed me to drink... I fainted and I..."

"Y/N Y/L/N! Kneel and apologise to your sister immediately!" Your father came to her rescue. You could no longer bear the extreme favouritism and lashed out. "WHY?" You screamed at your father. "You still dare to talk back."

"Enough!" Finally, the women spoke. With just a single word, she was able to take control of the situation. "Bring the car over." She said into the phone. "Natasha, this is all Y/N's fault, she's too playful..."

"Did I allow you to call me by my first name?" Each time she opened her mouth, the room got colder. "Natasha, I hope you can..."

"I don't like to repeat myself!"

"Dad, I'm okay. Please don't blame Y/N. Maybe she's too sad about the breakup with Marcus so she did that." She was still putting up an act and wiping her tears. "Or maybe... she likes Natasha Romanoff. I can give her up for her. Anyway, they already had an affair. I don't think Romanoff will refuse her?" She glanced at you as she tried persuading her father. You clenched your jaws seeing how fake she was. "I will never get married. What happened last night were Stephanie and-"

"Enough!" Stephanie shouted. "Y/N, I'm your sister! If you like Romanoff, I will give her up for you. Why do you have to do this to me?" She acted as if she was the better, bigger person, the one getting the short end of the stick. "Y/N, you think there are still people who believe you? You must marry Natasha Romanoff! Furthermore..." She leaned closer to you and whispered, "One of you is shameless, the other is handicapped. Most suitable."

"Stephanie Y/L/N!"

"Don't believe me? You just wait and see." She pushed herself against you and acted as if she was being pushed by you. "I didn't push her..."

Marcus immediately went to her side and made sure she was okay. "Y/N Y/L/N, you're too much!"

"I didn't push her.." But no one would take your side. "Romanoff..." Mike said, as she appeared and wheeled herself to the door.

She was so capable but became different because of the accident. Although you were framed, she won't seek justice for you.

"Come with me." She spoke. "But, what happened last night was Stephanie... Okay..." You relented when you realised she wouldn't take no for an answer and kept wheeling away. "I'll go with you."

Outside your estate, a man was waiting outside by the car. Without introducing himself, he asked you to enter after making sure that Romanoff got in okay. "It's fine. I can walk." You rejected the offer. "I'm not done with you, get in." She said. In the end, you got in at the back of the car with Romanoff.

"Don't worry, I will not care what happened yesterday." You started. "You want to repudiate after sleeping?" You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but she beat you to it. "I'm not an irresponsible person. It is better to marry you then marry Stephanie. And you already belong to me. So it doesn't matter if you deny it."

"You.. you're shameless! We don't have any feelings for each other. Why will I marry you."

"Y/L/N, do you think your dad will believe you? I will give you a chance to think about it." She was very confident as she folded her arms in front of her. "Dream on! I won't marry you!"

"Stop!" Romanoff ordered and the driver immediately stopped the car. "Miss Y/L/N, please." He opened the door, hinting for you to step out. "I can wait for your reply. However, I'm not sure if your family can wait that long." She said as she handed her name card to you. And you were left on the sidewalk to walk the rest of your journey yourself. Your phone rang and it was Stephanie calling. Not in the mood to entertain her, you declined her call but she was persistent and sent you a text.

(Y/N Y/L/N, if you don't want the whole world to know what happened last night. You come home immediately!)

"Hey Stephanie Y/L/N! What are you trying to do?" You called her back. "Y/N Y/L/N, I told you already even if you don't want to get married. You have no choice about it! I've recorded what you guys did last night If you don't want people to see it. You'd better listen to me!"

"Stephanie Y/L/N!" You screamed into the phone. "If you don't want to get married, so be it. Anyhow, Dad already contacted President Zhang of the Far East Bank. To sacrifice one's happiness to a disabled person, or you want to be with a 50-year-old man. Go think about it!" She cut off the phone.

You clutched the name card in your hand tightly. Making up your mind, you dialled the number on the card. "Natasha Romanoff, I agree to marry you." All within a few steps from where you were dropped off.

===

Within the next month, you walked down the aisle and exchanged vows with Natasha Romanoff, your wife. The wedding was grand, Romanoff and your dad invited a lot of people. As you went around with Romanoff, you came across Marcus and Stephanie.

"Y/N, congratulations," Stephanie said as she came closer to you. "Got what you want."

"Same as you. When are you getting married? Don't forget to let me know. I will surely prepare a big gift for you."

"Y/N Y/L/N, you can only be proud now. Don't forget about the video. Bitch." She whispered into your ears but Romanoff heard it clearly. She reached out for your hand and said, "Bitch? Miss Y/L/N, who are you referring to with that word?" Intimidated by her gaze, she stepped back a little. "Nothing... that was a misunderstanding."

"Y/N, don't make trouble. Stephanie is not that kind of person!" Marcus held her tenderly. "I don't care what your relationship and aim are." Romanoff wheeled herself to be between you and them. "In my eyes, you are nothing. In my eyes, There is only my wife, Y/N Romanoff.

You once wished that Marcus would say it to her.

"Y/N, she is your sister, what else do you want?" Naturally, he went on her side and you could only sigh internally. "I don't want anything. I just need her to stop bothering me." You started to push Romanoff away from this toxic crowd when your father called for you again. "Mr Y/L/N, stop bothering Y/N. She is now a member of the Romanoff family. No longer Miss Y/L/N."

"Miss Romanoff, we are a family after all, you don't have to say it that way." He made an awkward smile. "If you treat her like a family, then I will naturally treat you the same way." She replied without even looking at them.

In your memory, no one has ever protected you this way...

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[jubileemon]

A Serpent Allowed Into Heaven

It was a snake that first tempted Eve. Fittingly, it's a snake that is the first sinner in hell to be redeemed. Sir Pentious was only supposed to be a one-off villain, but Vivienne Medrano brought him back as the second guest in the series. Keeping with sins being turned around into virtues, Sir Pentious converts fluently from a harmless villain who made an impact for the whole exorcism.

His freedom seems based on no Overlord considering him to be a soul worthy of collecting, and was only taken in by the Vees for a one-off job to spy on the Hotel because he’s a desperate nobody with no direct ties to them that Charlie would easily take pity on. Indeed she does, even after he’s outed as a spy for the Vees and was willing to give him a second chance for real redemption.

His chaos and paranoia around the hotel during his first week leads to Vaggie and Charlie taking action in two pivotal ways:

Firstly, Vaggie confiscated Pentious' weapons and puts Alastor in possession of his Egg Boiz. While accompanying Alastor for the day, one of his eggs Frank accidentally ends up following him into a meeting with his fellow Overlords. Frank was so unnoticeable that he’s used by Alastor to spy on Carmilla, allowing Alastor to learn that she knows how angels can be killed which is a valuable piece of information that eventually leads to the hotel fighting back against the Exorcists six months later. As another insult to Vox for sending Pentious to the hotel in the first place, because Pentious doesn't believe Frank when he blabs about it when recounting his day. According to him, “they say insane shit all the time!”

That knowledge remains hidden, until there's only a month left until the Exorcists return and Alastor uses Charlie’s desperation to strike a deal with her in exchange for the secret that was the very thing he was trying to prevent.

Secondly, Charlie decides to initiate a trust exercise in response to Pentious' behavior. This leads to a chaotic exercise where the group is forced to fight together in a turf war. Knowing Sir Pentious wouldn't stand a chance, Angel Dust chose to rescue him, marking their first act of camaraderie and the group starting to become friends.

After Mimzy caused loan sharks to attack the hotel, Sir Pentious rescued Niffty from the carnage, instantly proving Lucifer wrong about sinners. However, this goes unnoticed because Lucifer and Charlie are too busy arguing. Interestingly, the choice of character Sir Pentious protects is Niffty, Adam's future executioner.

Lastly, during the battle against the Exorcists, Sir Pentious makes a selfless charge on Adam in his death machine. Since Sir Pentious is just a nameless soldier to Adam that he has no personal vendetta with. In "Welcome To Heaven", his antics kept him out of focus the whole court assessment, but he forgoes beating him down like Alastor and Charlie and instantly vaporises him on sight. This act not only sets off Charlie's demon form and the ensuing scuffle that allows Lucifer to intervene, but leads Sir Pentious to be ascended to Heaven for his sacrifice as undisputed proof to Sera that sinners can be redeemed.

Having cleared his conscience, humbled himself, and sacrificed himself for his friends, Sir Pentious is the first sinner to be admitted into Heaven. This is not only significant because Charlie's plan actually worked, but it is also important that a serpentine being is the first to escape Hell.

According to the story of Original Sin, Eve was first tempted to eat the forbidden fruit by a serpent. After Adam and Eve's betrayal is discovered by God, the serpent is also punished for being the instigator and is forced to crawl on its belly for its whole life. Considering that the serpent initiated humanity's fall from grace, Sir Pentious's acceptance into Heaven makes an even bigger point that any sinner can be redeemed.

[lorei-writes]

At Midnight

Chevalier x OC (OC Chart: Esther) Suggestive ~550 words Prompts: Midnight Sun + Full Moon + Festival After the Dark + Late Night Tryst + Constellations

Double entry for Sunshine & Starlight CC hosted by @violettduchess and myself... and a little something to celebrate the International Kissing Day >:) I wanted to touch as many prompts as I could with it.

Also, @wordycheeseblob , thank you for help with the art <3

Content Warnings: none

Full moon hangs on the faraway sky, excluded from the panconsuming void of a fledgling micro-cosmos. It shines, and it flickers, and it fades, hidden safely among the hushed haze of whispers. Brambles rattle, each blackberry a piece of obsidian hidden among jades. “Chevalier, we really shouldn’t.” “You’ve grown tired of the festival as well.”

Full moon hangs on the faraway sky, excluded from the panconsuming void of a fledgling micro-cosmos. It shines, and it flickers, and it fades, hidden safely among the hushed haze of whispers. Brambles rattle, each blackberry a piece of obsidian hidden among jades.

“Chevalier, we really shouldn’t.”

“You’ve grown tired of the festival as well.”

The path narrows to disappear, lost somewhere among the swaying grass. Black darkness churns within three hollows, unsure branches huddling to obscure the stars, concealing that which should not be witnessed by the eternal eyes. Esther shudders, cold bark pressing against her back.

“Cheva —”

Her voice melts into a mewl, smelted by his very lips. Thorny scent of roses pricking her senses, Esther holds onto his coat, knuckles paling as nails struggle to fray the precious wool. Perhaps she could steal away a button if she set her mind to it; alas, too little of it remains unoccupied. It is just Chevalier and his lips and the steady comfort of his arms, the roughness of his hand where it cups her cheek. His fingers press into her side. Closer, closer still, for as long as their breath lasts…

But not a moment longer.

“You could have let me finished,” Esther complains after a pause, so quietly he can barely hear it. Their foreheads touch and Chevalier smirks. She can almost feel it on her skin.

“Unnecessary. I knew what you’d say.”

“And?”

He kisses her again, deeper now. Firmer. Voracious… Starved, starving, causing starvation, as humanely flawed as to require her to quench his thirst. Esther drags him into a nebula of need, the clasps of his cloak coming undone at her hands. It spreads over the ground and he has her fall, she the sole star he would ever entrust with his desires. Their garments are but stardust, but zodiacal light, so inconsequential neither of them realises when they scatter into the surrounding nothingness of a world.

Scalded, Chevalier grunts. Nightly dew vaporises off his skin, every of her gasps a budding supernova. Her fingertips brand him gently as they slide along his neck, and he leans down to kiss her, utterly blinded despite the dark. Esther burns at midnight, the sun, his sun…

***

Planetary bodies returned to flesh, thoughtful ululating of a long-eared owl has unsealed their universe. Esther sighs against Chevalier’s neck, a stray gust sowing goosebumps over her skin. It has tired of its blaze, what once branded now being defenceless against the elements, and he turns onto his side to be her shield again. A giggle whispers itself into what little space has remained between them.

“Please tell me you know where our clothes are. I can’t see anything,” Esther continues to laugh, her shoulders shaking as she nuzzles into his chest. Her curls tickle his chin.

“Who do you take me for?”

“Just making sure.”

Neither of them moves. Neither wants to. It is still too early, or perhaps it is too late… Too cold, too warm for them to separate… And the ground is too hard, so hard that comfort should not be disturbed… Yet it is also too fleeting, too impermanent. Esther sits up once the glow dims.

“Once we’re back at the embassy, we’ll have to check each other for ticks.”

Chevalier is more worried about her hair, or the leaves and twigs he’ll have to pick out of it before they can re-enter the light. Her remark, that he takes as a promise. He’ll be looking forward to that.

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Sudden thought. When the wizards return in the comic series, in season seven, I think they shouldn’t give a damn about the Winx. They should want to go after the Specialists. The wizards break out, and the Winx are on edge for weeks, assuming they’ll be targets. Roxy in particular is terrified, while Aisha is just waiting for a chance to punch Ogron in the face. But nothing happens. Their lives just go on as usual.

Meanwhile, things aren’t going well for the guys. The number of obvious assassination attempts against Sky increases, but none of the normal threats against the crown seem to have anything to do with it, Helia’s attempts to run an art gallery are crashing and burning. Literally. He finds the gallery on fire. Brandon is getting the blame for Sky almost dying, and Timmy’s every project is going haywire until nobody will trust him to code. Nobody knows what’s going on with Riven, because he’s still away. Nex is being left alone or doesn’t exist, preferably the latter. None of them know what the heck is going on, but their lives are going to hell.

Then, Riven is finally set to come back. He’s decided he’s grown enough as a person, plus he’s sick of being on his own without Sky to clash against. He decides to come back in the most creative way he can think of: he’s gonna get arrested on Eraklyon for busting into the palace, because how fun will it be when Sky comes to interrogate the prisoner and he’s down there like, ‘Hey, buddy, what’s up?’ He didn’t change that much. Then, while he’s figuring out his way in, he spots some other perpetrators. Some very punk perpetrators. And holy mother of the dragon, the Wizards of the Black Circle are breaking in. Riven’s smart enough not to take them on on his own, but still not enough to get the guards; he wants to see what these boys are up to. What they’re up to is staging an attempt against the crown and pinning it on Barndon’s negligence. It fails, but it was supposed to; Riven can see what a nervous wreck Sky is. He’d explain what’s going on, but he wants to see what else these guys are up to, and when he finds out about the gallery and haywire creations, he’s got a good feeling the wizards are behind that too. He wonders why, until it clicks that he and the others just stood back and watched as Nabu vaporised Duman. These guys don’t give a damn about the girls that freed the fairies; they want the boys that allowed the murder of their friend.

Riven makes the ‘Hey, I’m back, suckers!’ quick and expedient, skips the Musa drama, and gets to the fact they’re all being targeted by the wizards. The Winx are all dumbfounded, but Riven just says not everything’s about them, it’s about time the guys had a nemesis. Three, in fact. They have to come up with a plan quickly, before the wizards know Riven is back and onto them, so they stage a very important royal event on Eraklyon. Sky gets the go ahead really easily by strongly implying to his parents that he’s publicly dumping Bloom, and they finance the whole thing. (Riven gets a reaction video of when he just uses the occasion to open a joint bank account with her. Erendor almost chokes and goes viral.)

The wizards show up to stage an attack, but this time everyone’s ready. Flora’s got every plant in the castle looking out for the wizards, and as soon as they show up, she’s got them tied up. Gantlos breaks them free, of course, and then they have a fight on their hands. The Winx are all ready to throw hands, because nobody screws with their men, but the guys want to do this themselves. This is their fight, they’ll fight it. The Winx back them up where they need it, but mostly just make sure everyone’s safe, and Bloom gets an embarrassing picture of Erendor falling down. The wizards are defeated, and arrested, but Gantlos breaks away and takes on all the guys at once. He’s overpowered, but won’t go down, and Helia, determined to stop this before someone gets killed, takes on the role of the voice of reason talking the villain down, and says that he gets he’s angry, and that killing Duman was wrong, but so was what Duman did to get there. Nabu didn’t kill an innocent man, and he was a new fighter trying to protect his friends from a man that was trying to kill them. His actions weren’t necessarily right, but that’s in hindsight. In the heat of battle, when it was Duman or them, he made the best call he could, so they could get to Tir Na N’og and stop the wizards from hurting everyone. And this, this cycle of hate and revenge, it only ends when we choose to stop it, or else it ends in scorched Earth and death. (We need pacifist Helia, I need this.) That gives Gantlos pause, enough for him to finally be subdued, and the wizards are finally defeated. In the end, Sky, Stella and Roxy talk it out, and they decide to send them to Lightrock, rather than back to a cell, because they’re clearly still grieving and maybe, if they can get them to move past this, rather than leave their hate to fester, they’ll be less of a threat.

Wooo! Wasn’t expecting that to get so long! But I had the idea and had to roll with it! What do you guys think? Tagging @gamergirl-lumine, because I think you’ll love Riven being the one to figure it out.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

"The last battle"

What if, during the main quest at Ridgeside Village, the farmers had to meet Gabriella herself?

New Farmer OCs adventures, with Farmer Julian (my OC), Ziana @nimilla, Thad @reallyghostlypost and Asra @sapphicastral!

This OST from Bramble: The Mountain King gave me inspiration for this story (a good game, btw!).

_____________________________

They thought it was the end.

The last of the purple flames that had been dancing madly around the cursed vessel were extinguished as soon as Ziana touched the source of the fire with her hand and spoke the words of the cleansing spell. Julian, who was protecting her back all the way, visibly relaxed his grip on the hilt of his Infinity Blade as the monsters that were trying to prevent the two farmers from reaching their goal, howled in unison, as if in unbearable pain, and burst, becoming nothing more than a fleeting black haze that immediately vanished into thin air.

There it is, our victory, Julian thought with relief. Ziana quickly took her friend's hand and, touching the pink crystal that served as a portal across the small islands in the Spirits Realm, transported herself and him to the central island, with the rest of their friends.

When Thad and Asra saw their friends returned to them, they too thought it was the end.

Tired, in their own blood and the blood of the monsters, they both took the brunt of Gabriella's army while Ziana and Julian travelled the islands and extinguished the flames. The pile of corpses of the cursed beasts that had fallen from Asra's Dusked Kunai suddenly began to vaporise as well, and Thad, who had blocked the cursed spirits with his void magic, grinned wolfishly when he heard the desperate cries of the one responsible for all the troubles in Ridgeside Village.

The pink fog, thick as milk, finally dispersed, no longer fuelled by Gabriella's Sources. The four young heroes, wounded and exhausted from the hard battle, barely able to stand on their feet, reunited, shouting triumphantly in victory and watching as the Spirits Realm continued to purge itself of the pus of cursed magic. No longer dead tree trunks, but green leaves surrounded the branches, the waters that separated the islands here were crystal clear and blue, not emitted the horrible smell of rot and death.

Grateful spirits, rescued from Gabriella's iron grip, circled around their living heroes, chanting happily. The Wolf and Stag spirits within Julian, responded to the call, howling triumphantly of victory over evil. Asra and Ziana laughed at the tickling sensation as the blue lights flew around them, healing their wounds and scratches with their magic. Even Thad, whose life was directly tied to dark spirits and magic, felt relieved once the fog cleared.

They thought it was the end of their adventures here.

Except she wasn't willing to give up so easily.

A terrible thunder that made the ground beneath the farmers' feet shake. All the freed spirits flew away, hiding in the rock gorge, under the cobblestones, in the water, in the trees - anywhere, far away from main island.

Thad was the first to feel the huge surge of dark magic behind him, and turned back, after which all his friends did this as well. The same thick fog that had surrounded all Spirits Realm before the cleaning was suddenly swirling madly in the centre of the island. Thad tried to figure out what was going on, while Asra pulled out her trusty Kunai again, waiting to attack. Julian was the second to wake up, hearing the fury with which the forest spirits roared within him. A roar that heralded a battle to the death. Pulling his blade from its sheath, he struck a fighting pose and shouted to Ziana and Thad to draw their weapons too.

Out of the mist, came a woman's scream, on the verge of hysteria, full of fierce hatred.

"Filthy brats! Whore children! You think you can defeat me?! Me?! I'M NOT JUST GOING TO GIVE UP THIS PLACE!"

After her last words, there was a wave that knocked all the farmers off their feet instantly. A huge sweat of magic that went beyond the Spirits Realm, energy that was felt by Belinda, her followers and Raeriyala who had been waiting near the portal the whole time.

The door to Spirits Realm closed, and the dark magic that Gabriella let loose created a huge vortex in Ridge as well. The locals hid in their homes, not understanding where this natural disaster had come from in broad daylight. Only Aguar was outside, looking north towards the forest.

Magnus instantly teleported over to him, looking back at his old friend with concern.

"Aguar-"

"I know," he replied briefly. "It was from the forest." The two old wizards quickly headed towards the source of the dark magic, calling for reinforcements from the Guild and anyone else nearby.

Meanwhile, the farmers had another, more serious problem in the spirit world. The mist had cleared, and what the four of them saw subjected them to pure terror.

An ugly, huge creature, fifteen metres high, no lower. It was a dragon-looking beast, its entire body covered in a dark, viscous slurry that dripped onto the grass and killed it instantly, leaving only burned marks. Instead of a monster's head, the upper half of a woman's body was sticking out. The woman opened her eyes, revealing her red as blood pupils. There was nothing human in her gaze, in her grin and laughter.

"Flesh, bones! There'll be NOTHING left of you when I feed your corpses to my pets!"

Ziana was the first to rise to her feet, holding her trusty sword. Her amber eyes were wet with tears, for she had never faced such an enemy in her life. But she stood still, in a defensive posture, looking fear in the eye. Crying, but not backing down, ready to defend her friends.

"No-one can stop me! Not her, not that whore Belinda and her stupid fox, not you! NO-ONE!"

Thad's hands were instantly covered in black threads, his dark magic showing all over his body from the intense corruption this vile creature exuded.

"I will finish you, and then I will finish this wretched village! The whole Valley will be mine!

MINE!

M I N E!"

"Asra! Get up! Get up, quickly!" Julian lifted the girl up with one hand while she was still a little confused from the fall. Julian saw a gash on her head - the impact had caused her to fall onto a rock. "Your head-"

"I'm fine. We have more important problems right now," she quickly stood up and despite her slight malaise and pain, readied her weapon. Adrenaline was a damn good painkiller.

Julian raised his Infinity Blade, feeling a small puff of smoke rejoicing behind him, his Guardians ready to protect their young bearer. Thed looked around, creating a shadow barrier around them as the monsters that had not yet been killed earlier, Gabriella's pawns, appeared beside them, lest they interfere and help their master. Asra made as menacing a smirk as she was capable of while holding her Kunai in her hands. Tears still streamed down Ziana's face, but there was no way she would run away from the battlefield.

They were all exhausted after their recent battle with Gabriella's minions, and were completely unprepared for a battle with herself. But ready or not, they would have to take the fight, because now not only the lives of the spirits here, but the lives of the people of the entire Village and Stardew Valley depended on them.

They thought it was the end.

[snail-studios]

For the ask game, what about an age of calamity timeline totk au?

(Like where there isn’t over a hundred years between the start of the calamity and rauru’s seal running out of magic. Just a few years maximum in between instead)

For example: Like does link just show up in Zora domain after being missing, with a ghost’s arm and a majority of his life force (or whatever heart containers are) drained? or what if a Zora patrol finds unconscious (again with a weird arm) along a river bank, presumably having fallen into it during the chaos of the upheaval? Or maybe Zelda and link trade places?

There are so many directions you can take it!

I’d love to hear your thoughts!

This is such an interesting idea!

I think in this AU I wouldn't send Zelda back to the past, but maybe the champions.

Maybe Link and Mipha have gotten properly engaged and courting is nearly finished (or they're married?) and so when the champions fall down that hole he is DEVESTATED. As much (and probably more) than he was with Zelda.

Now, why doesn't revali fly them out? Maybe he got bonked by a rock or something

Link's arm gets messed up, and Zelda is fully submerged in malice. The goddess in her blood stops her from being harmed, but it has steeped deep into her soul. They both wake up on the sky island, link with his raurru arm and zelda with some strange new abilities...

After searching for the champions, they come across some memories (which you play through as the champions) and realise they're in the past! So they do the plot stuff and go to the temples, where they find them in their respective temples, locked in time.

Rauru tells them they are sealed there as a sacrifice to keep ganon imprisoned, in temples raised high above the sky so none of his monsters can find them. When they go to Mipha's temple, Link snaps, and accidentally breaks the seal.

Mipha falls out of stasis, aging 10,000 years in less than a minute, and the sky turns blood red as the seal weakens. Rauru temporarily takes control of Link's arm and restores the seal. Mipha goes back to how she was before, the sky turns blue again and zelda is really pissed off with him. He knew he wasn't supposed to open the seal because rauru had told him with the other champions. The angrier zelda gets throughout the game the more the malice in her affects her personality, and she starts to look a little.....monstery

They fight Ganon, and instead of eating a secret stone he enlists the now completely malice possessed zelda to use her powers against Link, meaning he has to fight ganon and zelda at the same time, with Yunobo, Riju, Sidon and Teba (I'm sorry tulin is TOO YOUNG AND I LIKE TEBA) at his back. From far above Hyrule the champions do some magic sagey stuff, weakening ganon, and zelda breaks out of his curse, turning the malice powers against it and draining the malice from ganondorf's body and using it as a weapon for her and link. Ganon, in an attempt to survive swallows his secret stone and link and zeoda are flung into the air, the light dragon (which is revealed to be Sonia in a memory) helps them finish him off and the temples holding the champions fall, crashing into hyrule (and probably killing a lot of peoplehshdhletsignorethat) and so do zelda and link, holding each other as they crash into the water and miraculously not being vaporised :)

After this, they go to the temples and there is a lovely miphlink reunion and a big cuddle. And the epilogue is their marriage ceremony!!!! Obviously!!!!

[tadpolebobatea]

Live slug reaction (I am in shambles)

rip to Gina’s coffee… sorry girl

billy is unbearably silly… you two gotta put that kid on a leash, she’s like 5. You can’t be losing track of her…

it’s nice to have something other than anecdotal evidence that billy loves his kid

Tatiana really does come out swinging more often than not. My beloved bitchy preteen, she means the world to me. Let him have it girl!!!

(Tatiana randomly coming across betty gives major stand users are drawn towards each other energy)

Psychic soul memory of loving Japan from last loop perhaps, either way, it’s really cute :)

SENTIENT KINTO CLOUD????

I like to think Tellas internal thoughts here are just him really hoping he won’t have to restrain 2 4 star badasses from going full Rambo and tearing the city apart to find their kid (that or he’s deciding whether he should join them)

Veronica & Billy ^^^

Billy is insanely caring (but a moron) and Veronica is a “grab the shotgun if he cheats” kinda gal (but can evidently function as a human) . Therefore Tella is the much needed balanced individual in the polycule (COPING)

Billy is so fucking dumb I love him. He loves his family but he is very very silly with it. I can’t verbally express it so I’m just gonna use this

I guess betty must’ve inherited her daddy’s hearing. He’s pretty fucking far away here

(I didn’t screenshot it but betty shoulder checking billy into oblivion was great)

perfect recreation! Reaction shot included. This is so so so everything to me (MAN! Tozuka has really improved) This is so cool to me

Oi fictional crowd! You get the fuck away from my baby. It’s on sight, don’t piss me off. Give her some fucking room or I’m in favour of her vaporising you

This one’s a bit more of a stretch but it reminded me enough that I wanted to mention it. It’s like she’s wearing a babby version of fuukos dress

(or I’m reading into it too much and tozuka only has one dress he likes to draw)

FUUKO TATIANA HUG REAL! WE DID IT TEAM!!!! I AM IN SHAMBLES. My baby got to eat sweets, touch other people with her hands and hold a plushie (er mascot) oh man…

I’m feeling better this week, short recruitment chapter though. We’re maybe not finished?

[cryingalexanders]

thinking about how much I hate the kawatche caves subplot again.

first they have clark told that he's prophesised to be a great hero by a native american tribe whose activist leader immediately believes is clark, which is some egregious white saviour bullshit. not to mention the horrid 'both sides'-ing of land rights issues, including have martha kent defend luthorcorp wanting to build an office building on a sacred site because it would be good for the economy.

then they have clark start to doubt and mistreat his best friend because he connects him to the prophecy about his fated enemy. and yeah, lex didn’t care about the caves until he realised their connection to the kryptonian symbols which is the reason he sought conservatorship, and doing so for his own purposes rather than giving it back is bad, no argument here, but then nobody in the show cares about giving the caves back to the kawatche or brings it up as a possibility. after season 3 any connection to native american issues is abandoned and the caves are just treated as a home base for the ai, a proto-fortress and finally a portal to the fortress.

and just like, how any human "usurper" is treated by the narrative is disgusting. like a native american man implied to be a radical activist, who thought he might be the kawatche saviour instead of clark, and is the villain of that episode.

and the way clark always goes back to trusting jor-el/the ai based on nothing? when it had:

brainwashed a scientist, put him into a catatonic state and used him as a vessel to draw clark out, then vaporised him

brainwashed a random teenage girl to think she was a kryptonian, kept her in the cave wall for 14 years and vaporised her the moment she was redundant

tried to kill jonathan

brainwashed clark into his perfect kryptonian heir so he'll take over the world

and then halfway through season 4, jor-el suddenly wants to help clark save the world by keeping the artefacts away from weak human wills? and clark never questions his intentions?? and doesn't care about any of the havoc wreaked on innocent lives the ai did to attract him??? and in season 5 he just decides jor-el was trying to help everyone actually and he should've listened to him.

it's literally so ridiculous.

[dozing-marshmallow]

A BURNING STAR- Chris McLean x Reader

The beginning

Success was a funny thing. Are people born to it or do they make it themselves? Do they burn from the pressure to blow up when least expected or are they sealed under the skin, like of a woman, who walks down the pavement like the normal?

Lightning bolt earrings and pink silk scarf, it had been another wonderful day for (Y/N) at the studio. Though it did cut into some of her studying time as a nineteen year old, nothing threaded life in her veins faster than tying her salmon shoelaces to head out for a morning of singing. Summer was especially motivating, every step surfing like a symphony, where she’d hoped that year she’d find a bigger reason to separate her curtains further.

Passing by the usual shops and crossing the correct roads, a ringing noise builds its way into (Y/N)’s ears, which was not part of everyday. She pauses, not sensing pain, merely strangeness. A make belief she first had was that it came from her place of work, however discovered it to be way up ahead. Naturally, she skipped towards it and clocked what it was- a guitar and...singing. Where was it coming from though? The by passers around her weren’t fazed at all, was she the only one that could hear it? Distant, but longing...

It wouldn’t hurt to get a closer listen, right? Aw what the heck, she had nothing better to do anyway.

So she went, crossing the unusual roads and passing by uncertain shops, finding herself in an alley where the ringing had diverted absolutely into a higher volume of outside music and synchronised voices. She was very close. One more turn and she would practically find the source. 

But she didn’t want that. It sounds like...a boy band, in the middle of a song. Their young baritones enhanced melodiously by a bass and a hitting drum set. Bar lines meant for a rhythmic dream girl, she’d feel not only flustered, but guilty if they found a stranger getting nosey and messed up their performance because of it. Oh, the awkwardness.

Hence why, she peered around the grimy wall as discreetly as she could, and what does she know, it’s exactly as she thought.

I stand against the wall, waiting for you to ask me to dance, my heart is in your hands!

It was quite a thing to come across on a typical day of travelling home. There were four of them, one that proved her attention to bass and another proving the presence of a set of drums true, with the other two being the core singers. Whether it was an instrument, a microphone or a drumstick they held in their hand, all of them had stage presence in a place that lacked quite technically that, with a choreography that flowed very smoothly with the tempo. Even the sun was amazed that the quartet was pulling off a song in a dodgy passageway where anything of nature could happen, through its selected support to fall its gold upon them, ethereal, magical. And while the judgement of the golden yolk that hanged above them was justified, (Y/N) couldn’t help but center her attention around one of the singers, the one with black hair and a clean face...only because he...was also wearing something plaid, a flannel, red too, alike her dress, her nice cozy dress. As he finishes his note, he brings his view down from the sky and presumably reopens his eyes where he freestyles around for this segment, the very man she had been gazing at catches sight of her hem that naturally pulls him into making eye contact with her. 

Oh, uh...! Dang it! Just what I...! Before the warmth of exposure took full effect, she snapped the trance and quickly walked off as though she hadn’t come the particular way to feed her curiosity. She didn’t remember the route being this long...

That vaporised to the least of her concerns when a moving silhouette of a tower dashed towards her from the side. Needless to say, when the light spontaneously disappeared, her mind flashed the worst possible thing to sight, may have jumped or ga-

“My bad,” The thing had spoken.

Huh? She turned around and visibly gasped:

It was that singer?,“Didn’t mean to scare ya, my fault for not making myself known earlier.” He advanced, ironically owning a speaking voice shyer than his consuming shadow sprawling on the ground.

(Y/N) remains silent to take in his figure, now that she was watching from a closer distance. His messy black hair mahogany in the sunlight, ripped grey jeans that were a bit too big for his ankles, right arm used to bear a transducer behind his head, stumbling in continuation,“I...noticed you watching our performance...and I wanted to hear what you thought about it. (This is also my first time meeting a fan!). Sorry, if this was sudden.” The second to last part was mainly for himself, but she’s glad it was external.

Makes it easier to clear up the misunderstanding,“Oh, no... I’m the one that should be sorry. I could have distracted you. I...was just curious.” She had never been more thankful for sunshine,”The music was really nice, so I wanted to check out where it was coming from. I didn’t mean to look for that long.”

But the male wasn’t insulted,”Ohh, I know where you’re coming from. Don’t worry, I wasn’t distracted,” He stops to look at her,“...I know it’s not conventional, having a guy talk to you in a place like this, but if you don’t have anything else to do... Want to talk for a little bit?”

Though he was well built and looked marginally older than her, (Y/N) didn’t have any alarms swirling in her stomach; the sun did flow well on his red, a shade of rose rather than blood.

“Uh...” she hastily looks to the side, not realising that alternative shortcut from whence he came upon her first arrival,“Sure!” 

“Really? Alright then!” He was acceptive of both choices?,“And don’t worry about the others coming in on us, they all go home the other way.”

“G-Gotcha!” Isn’t it wonderful that he who she laid eyes on was he who came for her?

Nothing like a sunny afternoon with a singing stranger surrounded by brick walls dried with graffiti.

“So, do you always come here for rehearsals?” She asked, sitting up next to him on the recycling bin, closing the lid beforehand.

“Nah. We kinda did just start, so we haven’t done this kind of practice in a public setting like this before. Normally, we’d go to one of our garages.” His silver ear piercing aligned similarly to his teeth.

“Makes sense. What’s the name of this band?” 

“We’re Fametown!” His response great with energy.

“Okay Fametown. What kind of genre do you make? Love songs?” She teasingly presumed.

His hand immediately slaps onto the side of his neck, sheepishly confirming it. Aw, who knew! “It may sound cliche, but with the talent of all the other guys in the band, we’ll get a record deal sooner or later!”

That’s the spirit of a fellow singer she likes to hear! The more belief you have in yourself, the sooner you’ll reach your goal!... Albeit, to (Y/N)’s disappointment, the other supposed singer in the alley didn’t reciprocate her enthusiasm,“Actually about that...” he begins, shifting closer to her in means to whisper as though he wanted nobody else to hear,”Don’t tell my other bandmates about this...but I’m actually not all that big about singing.”

“Really?” She blinks. With a voice like that, it was hard to believe he lacked passion.

He nods,”It sounds deceiving, but... I just... I really want to be famous. And singing to me is one way where I can be guaranteed fame, even if, I’m not sure if it’s what I like.”

I see. She had to hold in her sigh. Just when she thought she found an opportunity to connect and befriend another musically inclined soul. At least he was honest with himself,“Then...maybe, if it’s not what you like, you should quit. You can get famous by doing anything nowadays, especially if you love it.”

“Quit?” He repeated, as though it was a bleak suggestion. Man, he wasn’t giving (Y/N) a lot to work with,”But... I want to give it more time to see if it’ll grow onto me. If not, then I totally will.”

What does this man like otherwise?

He looks away with sparkles in his dark eyes,“I’d love to get into acting again...maybe even start my own show!”

“You acted before?” She smiles, interested. Had she accidentally stumbled upon a hidden celebrity?

With that asked, he blew up with excitement,“Uh huh!” He rapidly nods at the same speed as his enjoyment in the conversation,”You know that talking cats movie from about a year ago? I played a huge role in that one!” Almost as though it wasn’t often.

Maybe (Y/N) knew why after hearing his description,“Really?” He wasn’t talking about that movie, was he-

“Yeah, one of many! You know CATostrophes?”

...Yep. He was talking about that movie. The one everyone kept making fun of back in tenth grade... She decided to keep that part to herself.

“Ohhhh! It was you who made that! Wow!” Her false smile slowly returning sincere. Sure, it was terrible- so terrible, it’s funny,“Who knew I’d get to meet the...star of that movie?” Hidden was a lot more appropriate.

“And who knew I’d get to meet such a beauty after my rehearsal?“ He winked, causing her to playfully roll her eyes,“I plan on getting into another, maybe a sports movie!”

“A sports movie?” She repeated in puzzlement, not realising how much correlation there was,”I guess boys like their sports... Are you in any clubs?”

“Back when I was in high school. Are you?” He rapidly redirects the question as though it was a topic he wanted to avoid.

“Just coaching for singing.” She hummed dully. It was only fair.

“Oh, right... How long you been singing for?”

For some reason, she wasn’t expecting him to ask an organic question, so it was relieving that the instinct was false,“Since I was younger, like thirteen.”

“Oh wow... Yeah, you for sure are more passionate than I am...” he sways his feet back and forth,“Did you need to pay for coaching?”

What kind of question is that? Still, she answered calmly,“Normally, you’d need to pay about two hundred dollars monthly, but because my high school provided it as an option, it was free until I left, where my teacher was kind enough to reduce it to fifty dollars.”

“Impressive...” he commented, genuinely intrigued.

How come? Didn’t he go to at least one voice coaching lesson before joining this band?

He was reeled from his admiration,“Not really... Unless bandmates count.”

“Mm,” She’d give the benefit of the doubt,“Relying on the feedback of your bandmates isn’t necessarily advisable for constructive criticism. But you know what, there are lots of singers from around the world that are self taught, like uh...Elvis Presley.”

“Elvis Presley is a generous comparison...” he added, in a way that spoke incomplete attention, not long after he checks his watch,“I better get going now.” he leaps off the bin,“Does the lady want to exchange landline numbers? No pressure, I enjoyed the conversation.”

“Sure! You seem like a pretty good guuuy...”  she dragged out as though trying to recall what his name was. When connected the dots, the man face palms.

“Oh, how forgetful am I! I’m Chris. Chris McLean.”

Has a nice ring to it,“(Y/N) (L/N),” she smiled.

“(Y/N) (L/N)?!” He suddenly jumped back in disbelief,“You’re...that singer (Y/N) (L/N)?”

“Surprised?” She didn’t think it was a big deal.

“O-Of course... I lis- Would it really be okay to get your number...?” Aww!

She isn’t that light!,“Why wouldn’t it!” She fishes out a paper from her handbag to give him, seeming that the contact of it cured him of his shock.

Now over the plot twist, he quickly scans over it and grins at her as a result,“You...just had it on your person?”

She vertically waves her hand,“Oh please! I always carry my landline number on me in case I happen to find a groovy man with a voice as hot as the sun! Nah, I wrote it beforehand.”

“Soooo you were planning on giving it to me way before I asked?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“Don’t get the wrong idea.” She firmly averred.

He gives a light chuckle, then extracted a receipt and a pen from his interior pocket. He looks around for a surface to write it on and ended up leaning over the bin. Two steps ahead in memory.

“Have you given your landline number to a girl before, by any chance?” She smirked as he scribbled it down. From this angle, his attire suited the bricks perfectly.

“Sure I have! To chicks from high school, chicks from the streets...” Straightening his posture, he gives the crimped complete paper to her in exchange,”Call me soon alright?”

“Desperate?” Her smirk not fading. Did he say that to all the others?

“No! Not at all. Just...let me know when you get back home.”

“Sure will.” She made sure he watched her slip it into her purse.

And she did and had herself, twirling the wire and kicking feet in the air, marking meet ups with him on her neglected calendar and lyrics in their flesh. Her house had never felt so empty while her hand was the furthest thing from that. She never would’ve guessed that this relationship she composed with a dreaming guy from an alley would get serious, but despite all these dates and growing intimacy, she never let the case of being another simple chick from the street in his eyes fade from her mind. But their frequent visits and very little mention of other girl names, soon morphed into a question of What made her so special?

“Double doubles are my favourite!” The musician exclaimed, having a jolly sip. Here, they were much more civilised, with napkins on their laps and paying lunch. (Y/N) wasn’t wearing a dress this time around, rather baggy jeans, similar to what Chris had on.

“Meh, soy lattes are way better.” The former one claimed with less spirit, drinking from said preference while sitting in front of her.

“So! You left your band?” She put out in reminder, twirling her fork around her spaghetti.

“Yep, and it was for the best. You should’ve seen how ticked off they were! I mean, I gave it my best shot and that’s how they react? Unbelievable!” He scoffed, gesticulating with knife in hand,“Whatever, I don’t care about them anymore. I’ll find new people, way more awesome than them. And that starts off with a new dream.”

By this time, he had hair prickling all over the lower half of his face and took sensible measures with the hair on his head; gel was never let out of his cabinets again.

“Yeah! Like the badminton movie you landed! And you got the lead role? Doooope!”

“I hope you can be the first one to see it!” He points excitedly.

“Aw, I absolutely will!” Red coloured her cheeks,“You should come around soon you know.”

“Heck yeah I will!” He chimed, slipping a forkful of food into his mouth,”After I’m done filming, there’ll be plenty of time for us to hang out... I still can’t believe I’m talking to someone as cool as you.”

“Aw, give yourself more credit, Chris! You were the one that took the chance to start talking to me.” Her eyes gleamed in its beautiful (E/C),“Could we go to the ice cream palor first? It’ll be so fun!”

“Who am I to reject that? Unless I don’t feel like it that day.”

Only makes sense! It’s his movie they’ll be celebrating after all. He lets her know she has a coffee stain on the corner of her lip, and she’s warm, not from humiliation, but from the enrapture. The pink, purple aura of this diner really did fit with what was starting to sweeten the air- their desserts, of course!

Not only that, (Y/N) would realise, finding herself cooing, a year or so later, to the same ambitious man, tugging onto his collars one day,“You’re as handsome as ever... That stubble looks great on you.”

“What doesn’t!” He twitted, before kissing the tip of her nose.

Chris was now investing time in his show, alongside the adoption of a signature necklace tied around his flawless neck- meanwhile, (Y/N) had finished college and debated on whether university had her best interest or not; she was already doing well with music, and whatever money she would have had was mostly reserved for the apartment they rented together anyhow. Call it a wild decision, to move in with a guy she met in an alley and hasn’t known him for the same amount of time it takes one to be a sixth grader to graduating as a senior, but who cares! It was bound to happen, finding their primary strength relying on that neither of them had ever met one like the other before. It was only a matter of time before her honeysuckle chorus was made real.

“Alright!” He cleared his throat, finger pointing upwards,”Today marks the day of the pilot episode of my cooking show, Keep it Plain with Chris McLean!” 

“What dish did you make for it?” She had faith it would be mind blowing, something she hadn’t heard bef-

“White rice!”

“Just that?” ...She didn’t think he meant it literally.

“Before you go all judge-y, hear me out!” Now that he stopped singing, his voice was at liberty all the more,“I have to start off basic and simple, then I can make my way towards more complicated dishes, like lasagna and poutine!”

She’s a bit doubtful of his way of thinking, but didn’t want it to get in the way of her ability to support him,”Alright! Just...please be careful. I did have to pull strings with the company to make this possible, so if this fails, it also looks bad on me.”

“You worry too much, baby! Just leave it to me, I know what I’m doing!”

...

“A show about watching paint dry would be more entertaining than this.”

“Worst twenty minutes of my life!”

“Did he already run out of ideas to make WHITE RICE?”

“Desperation at its finest.”

“If that’s what he chose to make for the first episode, I don’t even want to know what he’ll make next. Hot water? Peeled potatoes?”

“It was okay, nothing too particularly exciting, but something my grandpa liked.”

“Even my mom with dementia knows how to cook better rice than this weirdo.” 

“I just know someone got food poisoning listening to this.”

“He didn’t even mention seasoning... Yeah, I wouldn’t ever let this guy come into my kitchen, eh?”

“You know the show is doomed when your sister that wants to be a chef turns the tv off whenever this comes on.”

“Sorry man, but this really wasn’t a good way to introduce your show.”

“Honestly, reading all of these reviews on one hand makes me relieved that I’m not the only one who thought this show was embarrassing for McLean, but on the other hand, I feel bad for him.”

“He’d be better off as a commentator because what was this recipe?”

“Just stay an actor, no one wants to see you cook.”

“Man makes dish everyone and their babies know how to make! Yay!”

It hadn’t even been a month since his first episode aired. Shame graced on one harder than a swinging bat. Switching her sight back and forth between the letter and Chris’ reaction, (Y/N) saw the love he had for his show burn. The paper gradually twitched in his hands as more time passed where they should’ve by now reached the final nail in the coffin on how the show would permanently be removed from the network’s listing. He had never seemed so close to tears.

People can be so horrible.

“Chris...don’t listen-“

“It’s fine.” He bitterly interrupts, scrunching the acidic letter up into a sphere,”They just don’t know true art. None of them do. An artist is never understood in their era.”

“Hey... You’re not okay. Let’s go outside, to the park, okay? I’ll grab a few things we’ll need.”

“Whatever!” Without warning, he yelled, hurling the ball of humiliation to the floor with (Y/N) watching from a frightened frame,”It’s just like how people reacted to my first film! Nothing was ever good enough! I am so done with them! What in the name of television standards do they want? I’ve tried everything! Everything!” He was dangerously close to ripping his hair out.

Lord! She didn’t expect him to suddenly lash out! She needed a minute to recollect her senses. 

Once regained, (Y/N) carefully rubbed his back,“That’s why, we’re going to take a break from people.”

A sulking man and a thoughtful woman. For a sunshine day like this, (Y/N) was surprised there wasn’t a lot of families outside especially from the area they lived in. Though, it was probably because it was a working weekday, so she didn’t really pay mind to how empty it was, aside from the ordinary dog walkers.

“You think I’m some sort of kid?” Chris murmured, trailing behind.

That got her attention,“What makes you say that?” he gestured gloomily behind her- the unused climbing frame, set of swings and roundabout that had lived there longer than they had was all the answer she needed,”Huh? You think I chose this park so you can go on the monkey swings? I mean, we can if you want to. Though we’ll have to do it before we eat.” She wiggles her finger,”Can’t have you feeling sick!”

“I’m good... Let’s just find a spot already.” He proposed morose, hands still stuffed in his pockets, obvious that the sunshine hadn’t brightened his mood yet.

“Hm... How about you pick it, dear?”

He seemed taken aback, but soon accepted the idea by taking a hand out to pinpoint one, near a hill, absent of sheltering trees. Not a typical spot, you could remark, but it was the spot he chose in the land of countless spaces and that was enough for her to beam and approach while watching him slowly come out from under the raincloud. 

She set the blanket down and followed him to the ground.

“How did you have all this ready?” He asks, watching her take out a different variety from her basket to the blanket.

“I went shopping yesterday. I was hoping this could’ve been a celebration of your new show... But you know what, let’s still make that happen, while add it on as a way to cheer you up.” She takes out a bottle filled with red liquid,”I noticed you’ve been drinking tomato juice a lot more recently. So I made special note to buy that. Don’t drink anything right from the bottle, I brought cups.”

“Thank you, (Y/N)...” he lets out, watching his finger stroke the body of the bottle,”Y’know, I feel like I barely pay attention to you anymore.”

“Don’t feel that way.” She didn’t want him to be in an even worse state,“Sure, it’s...true. But you’re not doing it on purpose. You had a script to memorise, and you were the host.”

“I know that...but seeing how people are reacting to it, maybe I’m not fit to be on TV, so I feel like I wasted time even bothering when I coulda just been with you.”

A frown collapsed on her lips,“If you really don’t feel like hosting again because you don’t think it’s what you’re made for, I’m in full support of that, not because of a few negative comments. You’ll get those no matter what you do, in any business. Don’t let other people decide what you can and can’t do.”

“But that’s the thing, I need other people’s opinions, don’t I, (Y/N)?” Whether he intended it or not, his interpretation addressed like ice,”I need people to watch me, to have their eyes on me, to give me the worthy name. I need people to praise my work, to praise me. I need the world to go to the stars.”

“Oh Chris...” she responds, rocking her head to him. Besides from occasional pauses of tomato juice, Chris hadn’t touched any of the food,”You can’t make everyone happy. And maybe there were more people that liked your show than you think, but the radio station only decided to include the negative parts in the letter. Besides, you did achieve some of that reputation, didn’t you? Like from your badminton movie you did?”

“A big mediocrity that could’ve gone a lot better...” he was quick to counteract,“The storyline, the setting, the other themes... No wonder why you don’t hear people begging for a sequel like Child’s Play…” he grouches, relying the weight of his ponderous face on his knees,“I’m hopeless. Absolutely hopeless. Is there any point bothering anymore, (Y/N)? Maybe I’m not meant to be famous...”

“My love…don’t say that.” She couldn’t eat after hearing that. Was that really how he thought? The clouds won’t go away easily, will they?,“I think you might just need to breathe…and accept the outcome of your cooking show. All the successful people you admire was in your position once...even I was. They pour their time and heart into something, but still witness it not getting as popular as they wanted.” She scooted closer to him,“Tell me, do you have a passion for cooking?”

He gives a thoughtful glance,“Well... I guess I’m okay at it, but it’s not something I can imagine doing for the rest of my life.”

Figures! She knew from that pace he didn’t,“Now, let me ask you. If it’s not what you’re passionate about, why did you start a show on it?”

“I guess... It just seemed easy. Truth is, I still don’t know what it is I exactly want to do, so I figured if singing or acting wasn’t my feel, I could try hosting. And cooking shows seemed good enough to suck up for... I didn’t think people would see through the pretend if I had thought more about the joy of being famous rather than...” He trailed off, appearing to ingest the messy thought process behind it...

There. She sits up, after leaving a gentle kiss on his cheek,“See? That was the root of your failure. There was nothing wrong with your charisma nor you in general, Chris, but don’t undermine your audience- they can tell if you’re doing something that doesn’t come natural to you. There’s the bigger absence of soul, and we all know what atmosphere a dead body sets. Hearing that you didn’t like it to begin with, I’m honestly happy that it failed. Imagine if it blew up and you were stuck doing it for months, years, just for reputation sake? Why make a misery out of your life when you can be famous for something you love instead?” She takes a munch of her sandwich,”In other words, yes, there is a point bothering. Remember what I said? You can be famous by doing anything. There’s no point wasting it on something that just happened to be convenient. You just have to reflect, hosting, what kind of show do you want to host? Acting, what genre do you want to star in?”

Chris doesn’t respond right away. For a second, (Y/N)’s stomach drops as though she had said the wrong thing- taking sight of the expression knitted on his face, however, she found that it wasn’t the case of searching for a verbal answer to give her- but an answer to himself. In spite of his eyes already being the darkest colour possible, a wide range of heavy thoughts had glimmered from his strange brain in them, taking her word of reflection to the next level extremely.

For what felt like an hour of listening to the wind whistling and strands of hair dancing, the epiphany (Y/N) casted on him was alas put to rest as Chris drops his body onto her lap, groaning,“I’ll think more about it later... Right now, I...think I really just need to take my mind of it.” Guess he realised he had tried exploring so many methods at once, he had forgotten to use himself as the starting point.

Warmly, she locates her accepting arms around him,“Hang in there, baby. Your time will come along.”

After that, Chris got a lot more attention. Better attention, from other actors, singers, producers. He never told her what he did that led to it. Whether he used (Y/N)’s connections or found some of his own, it worked, and now, smiling had never been more permanent on his face.

A pink balloon to her wrist, (Y/N) hopped in circles on their carpet. Even their Venus flytrap was greener for happiness was alive and well, evident by Chris’ current calls for his sweetheart one day, the ecstatic voice followed by rushing footsteps, the more it repeated, the closer it would seem he’s gotten to her, racing with a grand smile carved in his face. Before the woman at urgent request could verbalise, he gripped onto her waist to swing her off her feet out of this pure excitement,”I got it, I got it, I got it! I got the job!”

Who could not have smiled at such an act?! This along with what he said was definitely a time of good news! 

“Woooo! Where, Chris, where?!” She laughed with him as he put her back down.

“Hosting! I’m going to be hosting a brand new reality tv show!” He announced, hand to chest, the words flying out faster than he can think them.

Oh my God.

Her eyes widened.

This really was a miracle.

“Oh my God!” she squealed recklessly loud, her go to tighten her arms around him,”That’s incredible Chris! Oh I’m so proud of you!” No wonder why he was so happy! He was going to have a second chance at one of the best positions in the industry!

“Thank you, (Y/N)! This is totally going to be my breakthrough! No way I’ll get fired now! And...” his voice tones down for a crucial confession,“I want you to be part of it.”

“Huh, me? Meeee? Lil old me?” she had caught her own wide smile, letting go of him. 

“Uh, yes! I can’t have you in the shadows when there’s the whole world to shine for!” He explained as though it was obvious.

“Ohhh I don’t know...” the beloved lady puts a considering finger on the side of her face,“I won’t be as good as you with being on live television, and... Well, I want you to be the centre of it all, not me by accident.”

“Ohohoho...” he laughs, lightly squeezing her face,“Don’t worry, you for sure won’t be stealing my spotlight. Come on... It’ll mean the world to me! And it’ll be my way of saying thank you for believing in me. Pleaaaaaaaaase?” He grasped his hands together in front of his face.

“Hmm...” What was really stopping her? She had the confidence for it and she’d get to really celebrate Chris’ success on landing such a good job by being a part of it,”Alright! If it’s for you, then absolutely! How should I apply?”

“Apply?” The soon to be host with the most repeated, confusion narrowing his beautiful features, before cracking up at such inquiry,”I already signed you up! It was actually the producers’ idea to get someone like you on the show!” He puts his hands forwards, cracking knuckles, no going back,”Prepare for showbiz Y/N, cuz we’re in for the ride of fame!”

[greatestrival]

max/daniel. e-rated (sex between daniel/ofc). angst. hurt no comfort. short drabble, 495 words. yearning

Objectively, it’s good sex. Daniel doesn’t need to be a genius that what he just had was good sex. The girl was hot. She was into him (they usually all are). He was into her. He ate her out and she sucked his dick and he made her cum twice. But it was fucking horrible. 

Daniel knows what good sex feels like. He’s been having good sex for more than a decade already. Good sex isn’t supposed to make you feel like this. Good sex doesn’t leave you feeling empty and makes you remember your ex-sort-of-current teammate and the blue in his eyes, the beauty mark on his lip, the pale skin of his thighs—well. It’s not supposed to make him feel that way. 

When Daniel was pumping his cock in and out of the girl the only thing that he could think about was when he and Max were doing their workouts together and Max were making those noises that Daniel jacked off to for two months straight and felt like an absolute fucking freak over. He’s over thirty, he shouldn’t be ashamed of liking men anymore. The girl was so fucking wet and the noises that she made should have been illegal, but Daniel could only think about Max’s pink fucking lips and how much he would sweat whenever he got out of the car. How Daniel had to physically stop himself every time to not lick it up and sniff Max’s armpits like a dog that hasn’t been neutered. 

The girl left already, at least Daniel had the courtesy to at least call her a cab from the hotel telephone. There’s nothing to prove that Daniel even had sex other than the tied up used condom in the basket underneath the table. He’s still butt fucking naked, cock limp and useless on his stomach. There’s the faint smell of smoke and whiskey that's stuck to his shirt on the bed, the girl and him not even waiting to take all their clothes up before they started sucking on each other’s tongues like they’re some sort of fucking animals. 

Daniel groans. 

He stands up and walks to the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He knows he’s hot fucking shit and that he’s still got it, receding hairline or not. There aren’t any marks anywhere on his body, nor did Daniel leave any on the girl’s. They both know how to be discreet. 

Daniel scratches the stubble on his chin, walks to the shower to turn it on until it’s hot enough that Daniel can imagine the girl’s sweat vaporising alongside the steam fogging up the shower walls. He thinks about Max and what he must be doing right now. Probably something stupid like streaming with his iRacing buddies. Making jokes that Daniel won’t get and laughing at things Daniel won’t ever understand. Living a life that Daniel could’ve been a part of. 

He grabs a loofah and starts to wash his body. 

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Hey lovely, I'm really enjoying the smutty blurbs and would love to hear about Matty and teachers first time together.

Also I've just got home from the most stressful Christmas with family, and would be interested to hear about teachers family and whether she is as close to them as Matty is to his

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hi angel!!! so sorry for this late reply, but im so glad you're enjoying the smutty blurbs. They're so fun to write!! I'm actually planning on doing a full fic for their first time together, so hopefully, that will be coming soon!!

oh I'm sorry about stressful Christmas, it's always a fucking rough time going back home and dealing with everyone.

this is something I have thought a little bit, and I think that in the teacher au, the family relationship is a bit strained.

I think your family are so overbearing, constantly trying to insert themselves in your life in ways you just don't need. every time you see them, it's followed by an onslaught of questions,

"do you have a boyfriend yet?"

"are you still doing that teaching thing?"

"when are you going to have kids? you have only got so long now darling"

so Christmas was always a stressful affair, trying to juggle judgmental aunts and uncles with parents who want to know every detail of your life so they can comment on it.

I think you're as close as you can be, but some distance is necessary for you to stay sane. you love them, but sometimes you just need space to exist.

but Matty's family is a breath of fresh air. The first Christmas you spent with them made you realise it can be enjoyable to see your family.

Denise is so welcoming, ushering you in and plying you with biscuits and tea. she chats about matty, and she tells you that if he ever does anything stupid, tell her, and she'll give him an earful. which earns her an eye roll from matty and assurance that he won't fuck this one up.

Louis is easy to get along with, and he feels like your little brother too very quickly. Tim is hilarious and kind, and all of Matty's extended family are so welcoming and sweet that you don't quite know what to do with yourself.

I think at some point in the night, you wander off, and matty notices you skulking away and follows you out into the garden. you're leaning on the wall outside, staring up at the stars and trying to breathe a little bit better.

"You alright, darling?" matty walks up to you and wraps you in a hug, already noticing your shivering body.

"Yeah, sorry, just needed a minute," you say softly, leaning your head on mattys shoulder and humming comfortably.

you stand in silence for a few minutes, watching your hot breath vaporise in the air and warming each other up.

"Is it always like this for you?" You break the veil of silence, looking up at matty curiously.

his face immediately scrunches in confusion, "what like all of us hanging out and drinking? yeah, that's a pretty average Christmas for us. " he laughs and pulls you in closer, rubbing up and down your bare arms with his hands, desperate to warm you up.

"No, no, I mean, is it always so... Nice? calm? no one is badgering you with questions and making judgemental or petty comments." You say softly, almost hoping matty doesn't hear your words.

but he does. He pulls back and looks in your eyes and his immediately soften. he tugs you in impossibly closer and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"Oh, sweetheart. m'sorry your family are a bit exhausting. but the good news is, next year, you'll have me to drag along with you. hopefully, they'll start badgering me about my "silly rockstar job" and leave you alone, hmm? and I'm sure annie will be distraction enough, she will corner your aunt susan and talk about horses for a good hour" matty smiles as he imagines meeting your family.

he always tries to envion what your childhood room looked like. Were the walls covered in posters like his? or were you more organised? did you have teddy bears lining the bed that you don't have the heart to get rid of? he can't wait to tease you for all the old photos and embarrassing clothes.

you giggle and burrow your nose into matty, "already planning for next year, huh? you planning on sticking around that long?" You tease, hearing matty talk about the future so confidently had butterflies hammering at your ribs.

"Of course I am. I'm afraid you're stuck with me for a longgggg time now, sweetheart. " You hum happily and squeeze matty.

[phlurrii]

Honestly, not surprised in the slightest with what Meau did to that kid. He completely had it coming.

Also, GOD DAMN MEAU LOOKS BADASS! Honestly, I was expecting her to just take his head clean off with her tail, but just vaporising him makes more sense now that I think about it, along with the fact she protected the other kid from her own attack

But that does make me question, if too many people find out about Meau and her family, will she start killing them as soon as they notice her as for word to not spread further? Or does she simply not care?

She doesn’t care, if worst comes to worst she can return to the Grotto or Faraway island till it calms down. That’s what she did with Bucket when they left the tree and raised her at Faraway island. News of a baby mew attracted too much attention and she left. Bucket returned as an adult and lived at the tree while Meau stayed at the island to rest and what not ^^!!