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neonbrutalism · 2 years ago

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How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Ship Comics!MattFoggy (Part 1)

Hello My MattFoggy Friends.

Are you sad about Daredevil: Born Again more than likely not including Foggy? Do you agree that he is so crucial to Daredevil and also he and Matt are married?

Then let me introduce you to ... the Daredevil comic! Because if you thought Matt and Foggy were married in the show, wait until you read the comic.

One thing I hear a lot is that there's almost 60 years of Daredevil comics, way too much complicated history and detail and you can't be expected to read all that. And to that I say... correct. And you're not expected to. I myself have not read all of volume 1 nor parts of volume 2, 5 or almost any of 6/7.

You just gotta pick what seems interesting. I like the Waid Run! I started there and have picked and chosen other runs. Nobody actually expects you know the complete history of the characters. It doesn't matter! Did Matt dad die before or after he met Foggy? Did they go to Columbia or Harvard? How old are they? How long did Matt and Elektra date?

The answer: who cares? Not even the comic writers can keep that straight. Just go with what you want to happen! Nobody is going to call you out. If you want dead characters alive, go for it! If you want to import characters from the MCU into your fic, please feel free! It's a 60 year soap opera. Do want you want. If you really want to know, just read a wiki summary.

If anyone gets weird or salty in your comments … that person is making some very weird choices. Do not engage. Good God, it's a fanfic. Do whatever you want. Just reply "lol, yikes" and move on. I am 35 years old and I am giving you grown-up with a job in an office adult permission to do that!

The major differences between the comic and the show are:

Matt is a redhead. Matt having red hair is pretty much the only difference that remains constant. Everything else is different and changeable writer-to-writer. Except early in Volume 5, when he was drawn to look like Charlie Cox and the miniseries between 5 and 6 where in some issues, everyone was copied from the Netflix show and it was weird.

Anyway:

Foggy's hair is usually short but he has 1990s anime girl bangs like Sailor Moon. If you like long-hair Foggy, sure, he can grow it out! He's sometimes blonde.

In earlier runs, Matt is sometimes shown to have been blinded as a teenager, 14 to 16. In more recent runs, he was a child like he was in the show.

Jack Murdock died when Matt was either in college or in law school, either before or after he met Foggy. It changes depending on the writer. He's also been written as dying only a few years after Matt was blinded.

Matt doesn't just have enhanced senses... He has an entirely new, unique sense, radar sense, that functions separately from his other senses. I don't know how. So, if he loses his hearing, he can still understand the world around him.

Stick trained Matt and once, pushed him off a building but didn't abandon Matt until he was in college. Comics Matt doesn't quite have the abandonment issues Netflix Matt has. He has a whole lot of other ones.

Matt wasn't crushed by Midland Circle. But he DID basically die in the storyline Born Again and have to be nursed back to health by Maggie.

Matt's not actually very religious in the comic. He was raised Catholic and he gets more religious when he's especially distressed (and due to inspiration from the show) but for the most part, he is not a very devout Catholic. However, in volume 6 and volume 7, he is (but it's kind of a weird ninja cult way idk i'm trying not to editorialize in this)

Foggy's class. In the show, he is from a lower-middle class family that loves him and Matt. In the comics, Foggy's family is very wealthy and they are pretty disappointed in Foggy. His birth mother, Rosalind Sharpe, is a huge asshole and hates her son and Matt both, but has tried to use them in the past for her own gain.

They're both huge nerds. Foggy's supposedly "cool" in the show but he is not, I assure you, in the comics. Comics!Foggy almost certainly cannot recognize a Taylor Swift song. Comics!Matt likes experimental jazz. I want to give them both swirlies.

What if you want to write comics-verse with Butcher Shop Foggy and Religious Matt? Then do it! It's fine! It's a big multiverse!

I just want my MattFoggy friends to have content.

Now on the downside, as this comic's been going on for a while, Matt (and other characters) are kind of assholes to Foggy about his weight. I ignore that bit. As with all comics, you have to ignore some shitty stuff sometimes because it all varies writer-to-writer.

Anyway, you came here for some MattFoggy Married Evidence, right?

Okay, here we go, presented with the help of my friend @froggynelson and all my chums on Discord and the Avacados in Love server...

In no particular order, a small selection of Matt and Foggy being in love.

One time, Matt got possessed by a demon and Foggy free-climbed a castle to rescue him. He is the only person able to get through to Matt to help save him. Shadowlands is otherwise, unfortunately, bad.

Something else from Volume 1 is that Matt was supposed to be the better lawyer of the two of them. Of course, since then, everyone's agreed Foggy is the better lawyer. But really, they're better together than either of them are apart. (This is the bit that made me think "oh they're GAY gay")

In volume 3 and 4, Foggy had cancer. Matt gave up his (already compromised) secret identity and moved to California in order to help him.

It was extremely sad!!

They had to fake Foggy's death!

He got better :)

Now Tumblr's post editor is chugging at this point, so please join me in part 2 - The Quest for More MattFoggy.

#daredevil #mattfoggy #matt murdock #foggy nelson #marvel comics

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frannyzooey · 2 years ago

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In The Dark: Epilogue

Pairing: Ezra x f!reader

Rating: None

A/N: We are finally at the end of this story - thank you to every single person who read it, who supported it, who sent in asks or reblogged or liked or lurked. I couldn’t have done it without you all. Dedications at the end, along with some bonus extras. Thank you all so very much - I love you, and Happy New Year!

Series Masterlist

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

“So, how is the new place going?” You rest your cheek on your knee, smiling at the immediate change in her expression on your screen. Your dorm room is behind you, warm and cozy in contrast to the starkness of her bedroom.

“It’s okay,” Cee says. “It’s still kinda weird, ya know? Living with different people?” She shrugs, resting her chin in her hand. “It’s kinda cool, since they’re my own age and sometimes we have these amazing parties and there is this girl who is moving in next week who I am totally eyeing, but also the extra chores suck? No one ever does their dishes around here.”

You nod in sympathy, having been in that situation before.

“I feel like it’s not that hard?” she continues, and you laugh.

“It’s really not. How is that new class coming?”

Rolling her eyes, she launches into detail about her writing professor and the pain of her weekly workshop group and you feel a pang of longing to experience those things with her, so you could truly commensurate. Not that you couldn’t, since you were going through those specific pains in your own program right now, but it was different then - when you were going through it together.

“Anyway, it’ll get better. I don’t wanna talk about it though.” She sits back, piling her fine blond hair on top of her head in a bun cupped by her hands for a moment, before letting it drop. “Tell me about next week. What are you doing again? How long are you off for?”

“Two weeks.” Just saying the words out loud makes you grin in relish, an eagerness for it to begin coming through in the dreamy tone of your voice. “I wanna see all the cheesy tourist spots for sure, but I am literally itching to get into some of those bookstores. And the museums, definitely those. And oh my god, the food.”

Shoreditch had all of these things and you had slowly been exploring them, but the vastness of London had been calling to you. Your workload too heavy to explore the way you’ve wanted to, you’ve been earmarking various spots for months and now that your break is finally here, you feel like you can truly tour around. And also look up from the screen of your laptop for a change - that would be nice.

You let out an aching groan of pleasure at the thought and she smiles on the screen.

“After that, I don’t know? Don’t laugh, but I kinda wanna rent a car and drive to Cornwall? Don’t ask me about navigating while driving on the other side of the road because I don’t have an answer for you, but the views are supposed to be gorgeous and……”

“Poldark,” you both say at the same time, dissolving into giggles.

“God he’s gorgeous. I mean, I know he’s not there, but I’ll be able to sense him. I just know it.”

She sips her tea on her side of the screen while you list off the rest of your itinerary: Persephone Books, for their quaint, romantic store front and unique events, Dishoom for a bacon naan roll and to feel like you’ve stepped back into time into 1940’s Bombay, The London Eye to get some pictures, but first Gloria: a restaurant by your new place that you’ve been dying to try. You just knew the pictures online wouldn’t do it justice; the opulent, busy, lush setting of rich carpets and mirror paneled walls and greenery climbing down from the ceiling like sparkling, light strung ivy at the top of your wishlist.

Eventually, your stifled yawns interrupt your spoken dreams, and she finishes her tea, stretching in her perch on her chair. She glances at the time in the corner of her screen and frowns.

“Yikes, it’s gotta be so late there for you. You better get some sleep, so you’re not exhausted in the morning..”

You mirror her stretch, nodding. “Yea, I still gotta finish packing.”

She leans closer to the screen, a look of affection stealing across her delicate features.

“Well make sure you take a bunch of pictures, okay? I wanna see everything you’re seeing. Send me the view from the Eye on Snapchat or something and if you go see those guards, take a selfie with one of them just for me.”

You laugh, assuring her that you will and when you say your goodbyes and hang up, a smile lingers on your face. Just like her to ask for something weird like that.

Standing, you close your laptop and leave it on your desk, walking over to your bed. The layout of your new place is tighter than the last; student housing always a bit cramped. You’ve never minded close quarters, liking the overall coziness it forces and resting your hand on the corner of a small bookshelf that already has a substantial collection growing on it, you crack the window, letting street sounds waft in on the night air.

Changing into your pajamas, you switch out the light while yawning yet again and checking your alarm is set, you crawl into bed. Opening your white noise app, you select “city sounds” and closing your eyes, quickly fall asleep.

–

Anticipation wakes you early, and similar to New York City, Shoreditch is alive with people already when you leave your flat. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, you slip into the crowd, making your way to the tube and as you walk, you run through a mental checklist of everything you want to do today, so as to not waste one minute.

Not quite as many people on these streets as there had been in the city, the sights and sounds were so similar it was comforting: brightly scrawled murals over aged brick, trendy restaurants tucked into small store fronts, young people walking effortlessly down the sidewalk with their faces buried in their phones. Spotting the iconic circular sign that gave you a thrill when you saw it for the first time, you made your way down the damp stairwell, following the crowd to the platform. Getting on your train, you find a seat by the window and digging in your bag, you fish your earbuds and pull up a playlist, relaxing into your seat.

The steady, smooth rock of the train as it pulls away from the station comforts you, reminding you of home after all this time. The transit systems are similar, the people that ride them even more so and watching scenery pass by, you think about your first time navigating The Underground. The thought, and the events planned for this morning, bring forth other memories.

Your first night crawling into your new bed: slipping on the shirt he tucked into your bag, the longing for your apartment and all its familiar noises was a real, tangible ache in your chest. The ache for him was felt even deeper, the image of his face as he said goodbye only ten hours old and fresh in your mind at that point. A few tears slipped free into that new pillow of yours; the first of what would be many more.

Your first weeks navigating your new surroundings: testing out the transit, finding your new travel paths, exploring the restaurants within walking distance.

The nervous hesitation you felt when sharing in your new workshop for the first time, the tiny tables in new restaurants where you sat alone on your computer, your delight at the discovery of East African food.

Tea: something you never came around to. By your measure, it had nothing on coffee and for weeks, you would have killed for a latte from your favorite place, with a dash of cinnamon on the top.

All the while, you had missed him.

Your new surroundings had been seen through Ezra tinted glasses; a wash of him over everything you saw. Everything reminded you of him: the antique shop on the corner, the Persian restaurant you passed while walking to class, every bookstore or record shop or furniture gallery or men’s clothing shop or every dark haired man, your eyes searching for his confident gait everywhere.

At first, it was so intense you couldn’t hardly breathe, but with time, it lessened. Friends, routine, school, new experiences, dinners, parties. You still thought of him often, but it was no longer the crushing weight of a wave forcing you under. With each new day that passed, the waves calmed more and more; overwhelming, then bearable, then ripples that came and went.

Cee had eventually come around, writing you an email about your letter about a month after you left. When you replied, she replied back and it slowly evolved into more emails and then texts and then FaceTime, on your computer at night. She had reached out to you for writing advice, wanting your opinion on something she was going to turn in and it was like her story was an olive branch — which was fitting, for two people who first bonded over the words scribbled in her notebook.

The two of you never had a formal discussion about what happened, but rather an acknowledgment through email about the roles you each played. Understanding that sometimes it was easier to talk about difficult things through writing versus speaking them out loud, you were thankful for it. She needed time to think about it, which you gave her, and in the end, she forgave you.

Still, you never spoke directly about Ezra if you could help it.

Four months into your new surroundings, you had just walked in the door after a late night library session when your phone buzzed in your bag. Pulling it out, the sight of his name on your screen made you freeze. You can still feel the heat you felt, your heart picking up as you hesitantly tamped down the excitement that immediately rose in your chest and when you answered it, he could hear it all in your voice.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Birdie.”

He said those two words, letting the silence hang for a moment and you were immediately back in your apartment, the memory of when he used to call felt so strongly you shut your eyes.

He had been drunk and lonely, missing you. Trying so hard to keep his distance for your sake, he finally caved and called; his low, husky voice sleepy and quiet through the phone, but warm with affection. You talked to him for a long time: about the city, about your program, about what he had been up to. When it came time to hang up, he asked if he could call you again and when you said yes, you could hear the smile in his voice when he said goodbye.

He did call you after that, and you stayed in touch a lot. It wasn’t as intense as it was before — no phone call every night before bed, no FaceTime videos, no partially undressed photos — but rather an easy intimacy between two really good friends. Ones who knew each other inside out, and had fond memories of the time they’d shared together.

Not to say that you didn’t get yourself off to the thought of him still, after all this time.

You tried going out and meeting people, tried going home with someone a few times but after you slipped back into your clothes and made your way home, you never felt that longing to be back in their bed and in their arms the way you always felt with him. Eventually, you stopped trying and just focused on school.

The train slows and pulls into King’s Cross, and you rise from your seat, waiting your turn to alight. Stepping off, you make your way to the escalators and a sort of nervous anticipation thrums wildly through your veins, making your limbs jittery. You try to take a calming breath, checking the time on your phone - your train running a few minutes behind, you hope you’re not too late.

Finally stepping into the atrium, light floods the space. People are everywhere: gathered in clusters as they check maps in their hand with suitcases and backpacks at their feet, business people walking briskly around and between them, travelers and students and children and shop vendors; the murmur of the collective crowd a loud one. Your heart beats faster in your chest, your eyes scanning the room and they land on one person after another, trying to keep track as they move. A bright flash of yellow there, a brown mop of curls there and suddenly, you see him.

The familiar breadth of his shoulders faces you, a backpack that you’ve never seen before only serving to make him look broader. For how long it’s been since you’ve seen the nape of his neck, you’d recognize his stance anywhere and you simultaneously want to stand there for a moment and admire him from afar, while also fighting the urge to run.

Not being able to help moving automatically in his direction, when he turns and his gaze catches yours, he grins and you feel a sudden wave of emotion so strong you want to cry. He looks just the same - the unruly dark curls, the crumpled cotton t-shirt even more so from traveling, the face you know so well and that dimple. It had only just started to fade from your memory, and the sight of it makes your heart burst.

“Hey, Birdie,” he smiles when you reach him, opening his arms and you step right into them, like no time has passed.

So solid, so strong, so affirming in his touch - your hello is muffled against his shoulder as you breathe in the familiar musk of his warm skin and when you pull back, you can already see the possibilities of these next two weeks in his warm, albeit travel worn smile: his laughter in a dimly lit restaurant, the weight of his arm across your shoulders when he pulls you in for a selfie, his profile as you drive through the country, the firm slide of his skin against yours every one of those nights.

He looks like he wants to kiss you and your mouth longs for the same, but you both stand still, savoring the beat of anticipation; the crowd moving around you.

“You ready?” you ask, lacing your fingers with his.

He tightens his hold, grinning.

“Ready.”

The End

Bonus: Birdie’s Travel Pictures

I have so many people I want to thank for this story:

@mourningbirds1, first and foremost, who sat with me through every single one of these chapters and who is the world’s best and most patient teacher. You made my writing better with every single soothing message you sent, every comment you left on the document, every lesson you taught me in your kind and patient way. This story wouldn’t be nearly what it is without you, nor would I have had the courage to tackle it in the first place without your constant validation and support and I love you so very, very much. Having one of your favorite writers as a mentor is the literal dream come true, and you did that for me. <3

@krissology and @charnelhouse - without our group chat and your constant support, I wouldn’t have made it through this. You both inspire me in so many ways every single day, and you’re always there when I need to rant, vent, work out a plot line, hash out an idea, and I am so grateful to have both of you in my life. I love you <3

@highsviolets @imaswellkid @dazedrhapsody and @psychedelic-ink - thank you so so much for your constant enthusiasm and your magnificent playlists for this story. They inspired me in so many ways - a number of scenes in this story were directly inspired by your songs, dreamt of while I was working or driving, and I am forever thankful for you sharing them with me. They are beautiful, just like you all. I love you <3

To anyone that made art, to anyone that sent me a message, to anyone who was patient and kind and validating while I tried to take my time and try new things and grow - thank you. I couldn’t have done it without you all, and this community. I love you <3

#ezra prospect #ezra prospect/you #ezra prospect/reader #ezra prospect x reader #ezra prospect x you #pedro pascal

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silent-raven13 · 1 year ago

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You Guys 2

(Part1)

Petie had been bringing his daughter May to Spider Society since Peter B. Parker (616B) brought his daughter Mayday. The two dads' let their daughters play together.

Peter: So is May an Omega? -starting off the conversation- Or do you guys wait for puberty?

Petie: Normally, each pup is different and they develop their pheromones around eight years old, but sometimes you give an educated guess. I think she's an Alpha. MJ's family are almost all Alphas. Since aunt May is an Alpha and my uncle Ben was a Beta... and my parents, my dad was an Omega and my mom was an Alpha.

Peter watches their daughters roll a ball back and forth: I thought Betas can't be with Alphas and Omegas

Petie: You can, you just can't have kids... or when you do try it -he rub his chin- I heard it hurts a lot and dangerous.

Peter: Yikes!

Petie: Yeah... Oh look there's Alpha Peter.

Peter: Great... where's that spray Mig got me. -He took out a spray of Alpha pheromones to balance the other Alpha's presence, and to keep call the Omega. Surprisingly enough, Petie is a tall dude, but being an Omega he tends to look small. Unlike Alpha Peter (Earth 2010B), that man is massive like Miguel's height 6"9' brute, with lean muscle. His hair Cocoa brunette shade with piercing golden brown eyes that are more intense, he's much thinner on the face like Peter B., but with more sharp edges to it. Not to mention very handsome, that's the golden ticket as a top tier Alpha.-

Alpha Peter or he prefers just Alpha grunts at the smell of fake pheromones: I figure Miguel would give you that crap. It doesn't work!

Petie sniffs the air having his Omega pheromones smelling sweet and calm instead of that soury anxious scent: I don't know, I feel calm. Its like cat nip!

Alpha scowls: It's disgusting! -he glares at Peter- stop using that.

Peter: Look, Miguel told me to use it when ya Alphas are around. Sometimes you guys don't know how to control it! Last time, Petie almost fainted and went to heat. And did you forget your scent is so strong that you practically made some Betas faint, too! -he sprays it in front of Alpha- So nah, not gonna happen.

Alpha gave a disgusted scowl look: As I recalled, Miguel put me on a stupid level 4 mission. I only do Level 7 and up!

Peter: We were short staff that day!

Mayday mimics her dad: Blah! Bah BA!

May copies her dad: Blahh. -the two giggles rolling their ball back and forth-

Petie: Look Alpha, sometimes you just gotta follow the rules! Besides, shouldn't you focus on having litters with your MJ.

Alpha frowns a bit: MJ passed away...

The two Peters looks down, this is how it is as Spiderman: I'm so sorry, Alpha. I didn't know.

Alpha: Its fine. She was a Beta anyway. I couldn't give her pups. -he ran his hand through his hair still looking handsome even when he's depressed-

Peter: Look, there's other fish in the sea. I'm sure you'll get with a nice girl or guy or both!

Petie: and None Binaries!

Alpha snorted: I'm done with love! I just wanted to see May and see how much my own pup would've looked like her. But, I don't think my pup would've have that hair color... maybe my hair. -he saw May's Auburn hair.-

Petie: Feel free to hold her. She's very lovable! Babies are always the cure!

Peter: No kiddin'! -he chuckles-

Pav and Miles walk along with each other with their container of their lunch. Burgers and fries this time they got themselves the Miguel's mask burger just to try it. Pav was the first one to noticed Alpha Peter and nudge Miles' side: Oh look, there's Alpha!

Miles: Ah, ow. You hit my rib. -he rubs his sides- and how do you know all these Spiderman, man?

Pav: I'm always friendly! You see him tho! Doesn't look anything like Peter, huh?

Miles' eyes gleamed at the Alpha: I'll say, he's very... fine. -he whispers lowly- not in a sexually way but you know he's very handsome. -hoping his boyfriend isn't around to hear him. Like he needs Hobie fighting with an Alpha-

Pav laughs: I know, right! It's like he's the cooler side of Noir but with roughness of Miguel.

Miles tilted his head: Huh? I can see that. I never seen Alpha around here.

Pav: He always works at night and level 8 and up missions. Anything lower and he thinks it's beneath him.

Miles: Shit, so he must be strong, huh?

Pav: Very strong. Why you think he always challenge Miguel?

Miles: But Miguel isn't an Alpha!

Pav: He may not be but he is strong and kind have the presence of one.

Miles: Make sense! -he opens his container to eat a fry- Miguel is a big guy too.

The two were aware Alpha was hearing them so he snapped: It's rude to talk about me when you're this close! -his arms crossed and scowling at the teenagers.-

The two froze at his golden brown eyes glaring at them: That's so cool. -they two murmured. How can a man be that fine?-

They walked over to say hello: Hello! Hey Petie and Peter! -Milese said-

Pav nodded: Hey! How's everything Petie? -he turns to find Mayday and May playing- Awe! Look at them and their tiny hats! -being the first one to go over the little girls to say hello- and they smell like peaches and milk!

Miles was left standing next to Alpha whose eyes on him: Heh, sorry about that. I'm Miles Morale-

Alpha cut him off: Miles Morales Earth 1610, an anomaly that proven Miguel wrong? Yeah, I know. I was one of the Spiderfolks that chased you down. -being rudely honest-

Petie winced: Alpha, Miles isn't an anomaly!

Alpha: It didn't matter. What's matter is our caused!

Miles felt like this was deja vu: Huh uh... -this is awkward- Well, I proven you wrong and all of Miguel's gang.

Alpha: That you did. Anyway, I know who are you. The question is... -he got to Miles' level staring into the kids eyes- Are you an Omega?

Miles's eyes widen: HUH?

Petie laughs: Told ya, he looks like one.

Peter chuckles: Hey, I got Beta!

Pav overheard and laughs: Hahaha, Miles, you're always an Omega! -the two girls crawling over Pav having to play with him-

Miles: I am not an Omega! -he pouts-

Alpha rub his chin: So your not part of the Omegaverse?

Miles: NO!

Petie: Careful, Alpha. Miles is taken...

Peter: and he's 18 years old. Don't want to report this to Miguel. That man is strict on grown ass people dating minors!

Petie: Oh yeah, I heard that happen... some Spiderman dated another Spiderperson, and one of them was sixteen?

Peter shudders being grossed out: Yup! Eck, Yeah, that's why Miguel put our age on our watches now! Man, I use to lie and say I was 22.

Petie arched his eyebrows: Peter... you do not look 22. -almost offended by the weak lie-

Peter: What? Yes, I do!

Petie: More like 42

Peter: Ahh, I see what you did there!

Alpha bluntly spoke: 18 is legal! In my world, 16 is legal for marriage. -his eyes still on Miles finding it hard to believe he's not an Omega-

Miles avoids looking as much with this fine ass Peter, kinda weird when your mentor is Peter too. But they are all so different. Alpha is more serious, more strict and got some edge to him: Um... huh, that's crazy, man. -he casually said-

Petie: I dunno, Alpha. My world is the same too and I never dated anyone in the teens... kinda weird even if they were eighTEEN or nineTEEN!

Peter: Really? I dated a nineteen year old but I was twenty one.

Petie: That's different. One year apart like that is fine, but as a grown man? -his soft eyes look over at Alpha Peter-

Alpha: I'm twenty eight for your information. -he took Miles' cheek to study his skin, this time he's hunched over to get on Miles' level- Are you sure your not an Omega?

Pav: He got a boyfriend!

Miles: What he said!

Alpha still staring, until a guitar block him and Miles' face. Golden-brown eyes looks up to find Hobie glaring at him: Oy? What are you doing, mate? -he roughly slap the Alpha's hand away from his Sunflower, then having his arm around Miles' shoulder- Huh?

Miles: He wanted to know if I was an Omega?

Alpha didn't like Hobie's attitude. Hell, it's as if the damn kid is trying to challenge him. He chuckles: I was curious that's all. -his golden eyes glaring back at Hobie-

Hobie scowls: Huh? Maybe you should find someone around your age, old man?

Petie and Peter quickly pulled the two apart seeing how they were doing a stare down. Alpha: Ha, cute. Maybe you should be more careful, and not lose that one. There's a lot of Alphas around here that would mistake him as an Omega. -he smirks widely- and he's not half bad looking too!

Petie: Alpha stop it! You're gonna make him mad! -using his scent to calm him down-

Hobie was about to shout back until Peter and Miles hold him back: Relax, man. Alpha was just looking. No harm done! he done it to me!

Miles hugs Hobie: Bae, it's fine!

Hobie turns around placing his hands on his boyfriend shoulders: For now on, you're gonna have to tell me where you're at, at all times, luv! I'll be damn if I let an Alpha take you!

Miles: huh! You can't be serious.

Hobie linked his watch to Miles: I am! -he hugs him-

Miles knew his boyfriend will do anything to protect him, but he's not Omega. He can fight. Sometimes Hobie forgets, Miles is a Spiderman!

#punkflower #flowerpunk #miles morales #hobie brown #spider verse #across the spider verse

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rainchyna · 2 years ago

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𓆩♡𓆪 episode eight: WONDERFUL BULLOCKS.

tumblr keeps trying to silence me and i soon will sue im sick and tired.

#anyways i just realized i messed up the header the writing 7 instead of 8 pls pretend it’s not there

hows everyone doing i know this chapter is a bit overdue but hey at least i managed to get something out am i right or what good god i hate it here.

y/n got haters yikes !! how uncool do you have to be to not like y/n like damn

gotta love owen and y/n’s stupid shit they’re so cute i love them

“can I at least get up? I want water” you say.

Hunter hasn’t left your side since you passed out after Raw. he even went as far as kicking Chyna out of your room so he can be close in case you needed anything.

“no. you stay here, I’ll get it for you” he says. damn, okay. well, since you were going to have a big, strong man refuse to leave your side he might as well play his role to the fullest. as soon as Hunter stepped back into the room with a glass of water you sunk under your blanket, forcing yourself to shiver as hard as you can.

“Y/n? are you okay?” he asked placing the cup on the nightstand, he sat next to you and rubbed your shoulder.

“better not be a fever or something. are you cold, angel?” he asks, and you nod. he gets up again, seemingly to turn up the heating but you grab his arm.

“come lay next to me” you tug on his arm, he smiles. Hunter slides under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you pulling you close. he was always so warm.

you were tired, you couldn’t deny that, but you were falling asleep quicker than you thought. Hunter was quietly talking about something stupid he and Shawn did but your eyes were failing you.

Shawn and Hunter were growing closer day by day, they were close to being inseparable. you and Shawn were very slowly beginning to get along, he was still quite unbearable but he wasn’t as loud and obnoxious as he usually is.

sometimes you’d catch him staring at you intensely you’d think he’s zoned out, but he’d smile and look away. it felt like he was planning something or trying to follow along with something but you couldn’t put your finger onto it.

frankly, he sometimes straight up scared you because what the hell?

“what’s up with Shawn?” you mumble rubbing your eyes, Hunter looks down at you confused. as far as he’s concerned, Shawn is doing just fine. “what do you mean?” Hunter asks.

you tiredly shrug, “he’s been… off”. you didnt know how to explain it but Shawn hasn’t been acting like himself, you didn’t hate him for it, thank god he’s been calmer but damn it if it wasn’t freaking you out.

“like what?” Hunter asks, you shrug again. “you know… he kinda just sits there - and stares - he seems quite reserved” you say. Hunter hums.

he noticed it too, should he tell you?

“what’s that about?” you ask, well its not like he’s losing anything.

“y’know how him and Sunny have had a thing?”, you nod. “well.. Shawn is kinda really into this other girl, but Sunny isn’t uhm..” Hunter trails off.

you sit up, “isn’t…?”

Hunter sighs, “she isn’t taking that very well” he leans back. “Sunny sees her as the competition, since she’s the original diva and all that” Hunter explains.

you looks down at your hands, … is this about you?

you hum and lay against Hunter’s chest, “right” you mutter.

3:09 pm, central London.

London was always a fun time. you’ve come here several times in your time with New Japan and more on your own, it’s was always sweet.

you’re more excited about being with your friends in this time, well, four friends and the man child that tagged along. seriously, for fucks sake, can Shawn Michaels ever not whine?

“Chynaaaaaaa” he dragged, Chyna was sick and tired. the moment the plane landed she immediately caught a cold, she was tired of Shawn’s constant whining and him breathing on her neck.

“what the fuck is it this time?” she asks, irritated. Shawn huffs, “are we there yet?” he asks, Chyna turns to him and squeezes his face. “am I the one who’s fucking driving? ask Y/n. or are you scared of getting smacked again?” she taunts.

Shawn pulls away from her and huffs again, “as if” he boasts, “then why aren’t you talking to me?” you asks, your eyes meeting in the rear view mirror. Shawn is flustered and instantly looks away, “because!” he reasons.

you were driving because you knew London better than the rest of them. Shawn was sitting directly behind you, Hunter was in the passenger’s seat, and Chyna was squished between Shawn and a sleeping Lita.

it’s a quite for a while, apart from the occasional chatter between you, Hunter and Chyna, and Lita’s light snores.

“Y/nnnnnnnnn” Shawn whined, you raise an eyebrow. “so you aren’t scared of me?” you smile, “pfft, no I’m not. I’m hungry” Shawn said, you grab your bag that was sitting on Hunter’s lap and give it to Shawn.

“there’s chips and a juice box in there” you say, “and stop fucking whining before I pull the fuck over” you threaten, “yes ma’am!” Shawn said as he opened the bag. you slapped the wrestling ability out of his body the other day, but he’s giving out for a bag of chips?

an actual child.

“where’d you get this car anyway?” Hunter asks, “from Davey” you answer. “oh right, he’s bri’ish innit” Hunter says with the shittiest british accent ever, it’s almost scottish. “don’t ever in your fucking life-” you laugh, “a bo’o o wota!” he exclaims.

“it’s chewsdae innit bruv” he continued mocking Davey while Chyna and Shawn cracked up in the back and you held back the urge to join him.

“we’ll gaur to thee pub and get drunk til dawn, eh?”

“why is he talking like that?” Lita asked, rubbing her eyes. “he thinks he’s funny” Shawn deadpans, “I am funny!” Hunter counters.

see? fun. so, very fun. this is going to be a long day.

“guys, are we there yet?” Lita asks, Chyna groans. “oh, don’t start you”, Hunter laughs. “we’re here”.

well this isn’t bad.

you’re in your own room this time, this girls are on completely different floors. Chyna was on the second while Lita was on the sixteenth, you were on the eighth. Shawn was the only person on the same floor as you but he was still down the hallway, the only other people were the Hardy brothers but you barely knew them.

you’re not liking that fact that you have to get used to this, you and the girls always roomed together! you were going to be bored as fuck for the rest of the day, or until you three figure out a way to be together without anyone noticing.

apparently, sharing a room isn’t allowed anymore because some people with getting into petty fights and left rooms trashed, and Vince isn’t paying a dime out of pocket to fix anything.

to be honest, fair enough.

but hey, they didn’t say visits aren’t allowed. you’re laying down on your bed, you look down at your self, you were only wearing an oversized “Chyna Syndrome” shirt and no pants. “fuck.” you mutter.

do you need to wear pants? the shirt went down to your knees basically. “tsk” you get up and slide on your crocs.

on your way out you grab a bottle of water and lock the door behind you. at the end of the hall you can see Shawn leaving his room, more like sneaking out of his room. he waved at you with a half smile and you wave back with a confused look.

“where are you headin’?” he asks leaning against his door, “Lita’s” you say approaching him, Shawn shakes your hand for some reason …okay? “and you?” you ask, “I’m going to-”

then you hear a door loudly slam behind you.

“heyyyy y/n” her voice glees.

oh, for fucks sake man.

you both look behind you, “oh” you mumble looking at Shawn. “hey.. Sunny” you say looking at the ground, scratching your neck. “no, no, no! Hunter! I’m going to hang out with Hunter not her” Shawn quickly answers.

the second Sunny saw you with Shawn her stomach did a flip. Shawn was replacing her with you! he’s been slipping away from her since the moment you arrived and the only times he was with her were, as Shawn said, “to make Y/n jealous”.

you didn’t give two fucks, she knew you didn’t. she didn’t like you not one bit. first you come in and you’re treated like the federation’s priority, then you’re given the women’s title on your debut, everyone seems to really fucking like you and you’re stealing her man who’s not her man now?

too much.

Sunny narrowed her eyes at you, she couldn’t tell if you were leaving Shawn’s room or if you’re about to go in, but your clothes told her a lot. you’re only wearing a big shirt and Shawn wore a snapback and khaki shorts without a shirt.

well, well, well.

“how are you babe?” Sunny asks as she leans in for a hug, she squeezes you for a bit. she looks at you with a slight frown as she passive aggressively interrogates you about your day.

Shawn’s knees were on the verge of giving out from under him. the girl he wants nothing to do with and the girl he’d kill himself trying to get an ounce of attention from in the same place. what kind of hellish dream is this?

“I see you two are …close.” Sunny says eyeing you and Shawn, you and Shawn scramble to explain you don’t really like each other but are in the same friend group. “oh, so are you like hanging out or hanging out?” she asks.

“excuse me?” you make a face, “of course we are!” Shawn chirps, “we’re actually going to Lita’s room right now!”.

who the fuck is we?

“we?” you ask looking at him, “of course we baby!” Shawn smiles, “baby?” Sunny glares at Shawn. Shawn who wanted the floor to crack beneath him and swallow him whole. “yup!” he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the elevator.

“bye Sunnies! see you later! hopefully never!” Shawn mumbled the last part as he pushed you into the elevator.

what the hell was that interaction?

“what are you doing?!” you yank your hand away from Shawn. “this chick won’t leave me alone!” he reasons, you click the button to the sixteenth floor. “I don’t even like her!”. you shrug and shake your head, “that ain’t got nothing to do with me”

“oh, it does” Shawn chuckles. “what?” you ask, Shawn takes off his snapback and runs a hand through his hair before putting it back on. “don’t worry about it.”

“fine.”

it’s silent for a bit, then he speaks up again.

“do you really wanna know?”, of course he cracked. you roll your eyes, “no shit” you huff, “I’ll tell you if you’re nice to me” he crosses his arms over his chest. you look at him confused.

“I am nice to you! I offered to drive you here”

“you drove the whole group here”

“I gave you my food”

“you’re always giving someone something”

“… at least I’m not an asshole to you!”

“you slapped the hair colour off of me three days ago!”

you lean against the gold metal of the elevator, “well, let’s be real here, you deserved that” you point to him. “now tell me!”

“be nice to me first!” he demands, “I am! what more do you want from me?!” and Shawn smirks, aw hail.

“nah man” you wave him off, and he laughs. “nah, I’d rather die” you groan, “you want me so bad” he scoffs. there he goes again with that stupid phrase he uses to annoy you.

“how many times do I need to tell you that I don’t even like you? we’re only here because we have the same friend group.” you reason.

“oh c’mon baby” he steps closer to you, “everyone wants me” he flashes his pretty boy smile. you roll your eyes again, “not everyone” you scoff.

“oh really?” he steps even closer, you push him away and he leans against the opposite wall.

jeez, aren’t you there yet? you look up, tenth floor.

“you’re acting too confident for someone in your position” you say, Shawn chuckles. “too confident?” he asks, you nod as you step closer to him.

“I can do whatever I want to do with you, and you won’t say anything” you smile, you stand right in front of him. you place your hands on his bare chest, they’re a bit cold so they make him inhale sharply. “n-no you w-won’t”

“aww, the pretty boy is stuttering! what is it? cat got your tongue, baby?” you say the nickname back to him. “n-no!” he looks away, you grab his face and force him to look at you.

“you’re not the most subtle person, Michaels.” you begin and Shawn’s eyes widen a bit, “I know you want my attention, actually, you need my attention”.

Shawn gulps, no way.

“close your eyes” you whisper, you’re so close to each other you can almost see his breath hitching his throat. you lean in and Shawn begins panicking.

his hands and sweaty and his knees will buckle in any moment, you weren’t actually going to kiss him, right? right?!

he opens his eyes for a split second and quickly shuts them, and oh lord.

yes way.

he knows that you can hear his heart beating at this point, your lips and so close to each other, so close…

ding!

you giggle and pull away from him, Shawn opens his eyes, he’s breathless and shivering for some reason. you walk towards the door and look at him before leaving.

“you don’t need to tell me, I already know what it is”.

8:20 pm, dressing room.

you’ve changed your clothes into your gear and stood in front of the mirror of the dressing room as you laced up your boots. you were having a good time styling your hair and playing around with makeup, then you heard an agitating, loud noise.

“oh heyyyyy y/n”, you look up through the mirror and the blonde was standing behind you. you roll your eyes as you line your lips, “are you working tonight?” Sunny asked, “‘cause I am”, you look up again as one of your eyebrows are raised.

“really?” you ask, applying lip gloss. she sits on the chair besides yours and sprays enough hairspray to kill a bug infestation. “mhm, I’m working with Taker and Shawn”

your eyes immediately met hers through mirror again, now wait a fucking minute. “seriously?” you ask and she nods. you were confused, pissed off, but more confused. “what do you mean you’re working with them? it’s me, Bret and Owen against Taker, Shawn and Lita” you say.

Sunny smirks, “aw why do you care? are you jealous of me?”. you look at her again and huff before paying attention to your hair.

bingo.

if Sunny could cackle loudly she would, she was trying to get a reaction out of you and she got what she wanted.

“I’m not jealous” you begin and Sunny frowns, “I’m pissed than no one told me they were swapping out Lita for you” you say. Sunny narrows her eyes at you, “what do you mean me?” she asks. you lean back in your seat, “y’know, you can’t wrestle, never took a bump. kinda useless honestly” you explain.

she laughs out loud, “useless?” she asks, “useless?” she asks again. “be real y/n, the only reason you’re here is because Vince wants to beat WCW’s ratings”, it was your turn to laugh loudly.

you’ve actually had enough of this bitch. the amount of time you made yourself the bigger person when she’d try to pick fights with you, the amount of times she was rude to you for no reason, the amount of times you tried to befriend her only for her to put on her “bitchy blonde” act.

not today.

“be real Sunny” you repeat her words, “your only purpose in this company is to keep knobs clean.” and the smile on her face evaporated, “and you don’t seem to be doing a good job considering all the locker room has been on their knees for me” you say putting away the makeup.

“tsk, tsk, tsk” you snicker, “what a shame, at least other women get paid for what you’re doing”, Sunny felt stupid for even trying to begin with you.

“now be a good girl and go clean my championship for me.”

jesus wept.

Sunny stormed out of the room so quickly you almost missed it, and hilariously then. you got and idea.

the room’s door opened and you half expected Sunny to come in but it wasn’t her, it’s was someone else. “hey” he said through a tight lipped smile, “hey Rocky” you greet the man. “how are you?”

“oh I’m okay! just had a match with Hunter, light work y’know” he said sitting on a chair on the other side of the room. “yeah I saw the first five minutes of it, great suplexes by the way” you compliment. “thank you!” he smile.

“why are you sitting to so far away? c’mere” you pat on the chair next to you, The Rock hesitates a bit but he moves next you anyway, he didn’t want to seem like a creep but he’s always looked at you from afar. you’re really fucking pretty to him, and being this close to you… he couldn’t help but stare.

you both talk about your day and the matches on tonight’s card, you like him, he was probably one of the chillest people in the roster, right after Al Snow because no one tops him.

“we should work together after my thing with Taker” you suggest and he tenses up. “you want to work with me?” he asked, you chuckle. “yeah why not?” you ask back.

“I’m nowhere near as good as you are” he begins, “I mean, you’re New Japan’s ace, Antonio Enoki’s golden girl, probably the best women’s champion Vince has ever had” he said and the smile on your face was big. “aw, Rocky”

“no really, I would love to work with you but I need to work on myself first” he explained. “I’ll make you my right hand man, I’ll help you get over with the crowd.” you smile. “like a teacher?” he chuckles.

“exactly that! Y/n’s keys to success; step one: be kinda funny, step two: unclear, and step three: cash money Y/l/n. I don’t know but you’ll get there” you say.

“yes ma’am” he laughs, “now, your first mission as my apprentice, bring me Vince. I think there’s commercial break right now, and I have an idea”

<<9:19 pm>>

“are you-… are you serious?” you asked, you were in a random storage room with Owen. your voice came out more nasal as you had pinched your nostrils shut. “yup!” Owen smile, “and I’m so excited you don’t even know”

you look at each other then back at the buckets in front of you. disgusting. what’s disgusting?

pig shit.

you specifically asked for you and Owen to pull “one of your pranks” solely for shits and gigs, you were both rightfully excited but maybe the animal feces were a bit overkill. Vince was excited when you told him about your plan but this was… something.

“so we’ll have some staff set this up above the ring, and we’ll dump it when’s it’s time” Owen explained. “what if it misses and falls on us?” you ask, “we’re gonna be on the ramp, remember?” Owen says.

“…right”

you quickly left the room as you didn’t want the smell to linger on your clothes. you’re walking down the hallway when you bump into someone, “damn” you look at them, it’s Al Snow!

“oh, hey man” you say, “you good? you weren’t really looking in front of you” he looks at your head concerned. you shake your head, “I’m fine, but you’re built a mountain, jeez that was rough”

“why thank you, pretty” he laughs. “does my gear look alright?” you were concerned about whether or not the pig shit found its way to your clothes. “pfft, you look good” Al scoffs, “no, wait. I mean, your clothes look okay, no they look great” he corrects himself, you raise an eyebrow.

“I mean, you look good too! and your clothes- gear looks just okay! I mean great! wait-”

“I got the memo, Al” you laugh patting his shoulder before walking along. “talk! learn how to talk to her!” he whispered to himself.

10:23 pm, Raw <Live>

“Tag! Y/n is legal” Jim Ross bellows.

the crowd popped loudly, you were finally face to face with The Undertaker in the ring, weeks of storytelling and tension building up, but no one was dumb enough to believe you were putting an end to it here. they’re wrestling fans after all, they’re used to having their face spat on.

you quickly began running the ropes before hitting him with your signature frankinstiener and the crowd cheered again. the referee quickly separated you two and Taker tagged Sunny, there was audible groans throughout the crowd. relatable.

this mix of people made sense. you, Taker, Shawn, The Hart brothers and… of all people? …Sunny? both Lita and Luna Vachon are on Taker’s team, why is Sunny suddenly in the mix?

making quick work of her, you powerbomb her. you climb the ropes and pull Shawn over into a suplex. as Shawn lay on the mat holding his back you tag in Bret, he locks Shawn in a sharpshooter while you lock Sunny in one. if she taps your team wins, she’s the legal one after all.

Taker then interferes which causes Owen to run in and hit him with a clothesline, it quickly gets messy as the crowd cheers for the brawl that materializes.

after a bit of fighting back and forth, you and the Harts leave the ring, and Taker’s team are given a count out win. the crowd boos as the bell rings, you grab a microphone.

“you didn’t win this one, deadman. come find me when have someone I can actually wrestle on your team” you point to Sunny, and “ooo”s erupt from the crowd.

“but until then, enjoy your shitty win, fuckers”

suddenly, smelly brown liquid rained onto the three and the crowd went wild. Taker and Shawn were flabbergasted while Sunny stood there screaming bloody murder. the usually good looking diva was stuck covered in pig shit and wailing like a child.

what made you feel joy from within you was how Taker, Shawn and Sunny didn’t about the gift you and Owen brought with you, but Sunny’s reaction was the best.

just what she deserves.

before you could even reach behind the curtains, you could hear Vince laughing uproariously. of course, of course he thinks poop jokes are funny.

“what do you think of that?” Owen giggled, and Vince laughed some more. “wonderful!” he laughed, “wonderful bullocks!”

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chibishortdeath · 1 year ago

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Alright I’ve thought about it a bit, let’s rant about just how horrifying the curse Simon was afflicted with would be! Consider this like a part one of sorts for Simon’s Quest analysis stuff cause I could talk about this one game for hours on end—

I’m gonna put a cut here because warning ⚠️ descriptions of decay, gorey stuff, disease, and some pretty bad mental effects. Stay safe guys, don’t read further if you can’t handle those topics!

I’ve seen multiple different descriptions of it from different media and manuals, but, just from this little line alone, this is already a pretty awful fate for the guy. High emphasis on the word decay. That in itself can imply a lot of different things, sometimes all at once. And keep in mind too, he’s had this over the course of 7 years. Simon is probably already an absolute wreck from this wayyyyy before the game even starts.

First of all, getting hit on the back is a bad spot for any kind of infection or spreading disease (closest irl counterpart). That’s awfully close to a lot of vital things you don’t want something spreading to including the spine, lungs, heart, etc etc. Especially for deeper cuts because we’re talking Dracula level injury here, not like a paper cut or something. Hell, too deep of a hit on the back might cause some nerve damage, not to the extent of paralysis in his case, but general chronic pain from a wound that won’t heal properly is uhhh… not great. :( I’ve also seen some media say that the curse causes wounds to not heal, bleeding, the American manual even mentions it effecting the soul, awful stuff. I generally like to think “Bloody Tears” is referring to Simon tbh.

Another thing, with afflictions that cause decay generally the smaller appendages start getting hit hard with it first. It’s the same way for a lot of other conditions; fingers, toes, earlobes, anything protruding like that because the body considers them lowest priority in a survival situation like that and it wouldn’t kill you to lose them. Necrosis especially has things start turning ruddy colors, blacken, and start forming holes in the layers of skin (@ @ ;). Obviously this alone is excruciating. Poor dude has to walk for days on end like that…

And slowly deteriorating could also imply some form of wasting. Fats usually go first, then muscle, which is also very not good when you’ve gotta beat the clock to survive. Scary thing is that the brain is like 60% fats and not immune to any of this whoops—

Something I don’t really see anyone consider very often when talking about the curse (not that I’ve seen many people talk about this 💀) is how absolutely mentally fucked up Simon would be from it. Just the terror of knowing you’re slowly rotting to death would be enough to drive most people into some kind of despair or panic, but seeing and feeling all the gruesome details of it is even worse. Being in constant pain and stress isn’t good for anyone, especially someone who is already weakened from illness. But the sheer mental deterioration this guy would be having from the decay itself oh my god (0_o ). Looking up widespread brain shrinkage like that and uh some of the early signs are already stuff like seizures and extreme headaches. Add the fact that he doesn’t really sleep much for upwards of 7 days and it’d be an absolute miracle if this guy wasn’t hallucinating and/or completely hysterical by this point among other things. I mean, no wonder so much of this game is running around lost and confused, not only are people lying to his face, Simon is probably just barely keeping his shit together the whole time.

So just imagine for a second all of these things combined. No wonder people were terrified of him, he probably genuinely looked like a corpse. Eeeee yikes yikes ouch, poor guy :’’’’’(.

Anyway, Konami where is my horror focused Simon’s Quest remake you cowards—

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kaikamahine · 1 year ago

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@quensty did this meme and is v. v. good at making all her memes v. compelling, so I came onto Tumblr dot com and entered Text into the Text box like a person who does Posts on Tumblr.

Put your spotify ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs. I use spotify only under extreme duress, so you’re getting my all-purpose phone music library, bc i'm a caveman who still youtube-to-mp3s all her songs one-by-one.

🎙unholy (ft. kim petras) by sam smith. still waiting for someone to cover this song with the pronouns changed. i just think it’d be a more interesting song if it was daddy left at home with the kids while mommy got up to morally dubious alchemical shenanigans with kim petras in the body shop. the beat fucks too hard to be wasted on some man.

🎙watch me by the pom poms. there was a long stretch of 2022 when my phone playlist was nothing but jinx song after jinx song. a few have become True Loves with rent free residence. see also: headshot and she’s got a gun.

🎙vacation by vitamin c. maybe u just need to listen to vitamin c’s vacation from the critically acclaimed movie pokemon (the first movie) (1999) and then you’ll calm down.

🎙freaks (ft. savage) by timmy trumpet. complete and unironic banger. no i will not elaborate. yes you’ve heard it before.

🎙mafia by kelis. jilco rewrote my brain chemistry and now i’m a cooler, sexier person, that’s all ✌️

🎙undergang by heldom & danheim. while stuck doing warehousing a few years ago, i got SUPER into the shamanic proto-viking category on spotify, a love affair that came to a screeching halt when spotify’s next trick was to pull a neo-nazi podcast out of its algorithmical hat, but not before i got some good beats to take home like a boyfriend hoodie. yikes.

🎙run boy run by woodkid. yo! still!! fucking!!! slaps!!!!

🎙reload by m.i.a. not a break-up song but it’s a break-up song to ME, you feel. you got some nerve / talking shit about me! / well that’s okay / your shit’s tired anyway 👋

🎙what a man gotta do by the jonas brothers. what? sometimes a lesbian yearns. mind ur business.

🎙the blue whale by steven price. the single best piece of auditory artwork ever composed, and i do say this having listened to hans zimmer’s ‘coward.’ steven price did not have to put his whole ass prussy into a 2015 bbc nature documentary about predation tactics in wildlife, but he did it for me specifically, knowing i would listen to it and be transported five inches to the left of my body every time. wild.

You’re supposed to tag people, etc, etc, but those of you who like doing these memes know who you are and should consider yourselves tagged! go forth!! 💚💚

#look ma i did a post!#don't remember any of my tags tho so we just hurtle this into the void like men i guess

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arcplaysgames · 2 years ago

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i'm finally up to the hawaii trip and i gotta ask: when Ryuuji's going on about the locals talking about the phantom thieves, does he put a little. i hate that i'm speaking mcelroyese here but does he put a little stank on it to make it clear that he's making fun of how they pronounce it

there is a thing in my next letter to you about how i suspect Mishima is a racist, but i think Ryuuji might be one too, from how he talks about the locals and An. like, neither of them are a level of racist that's socially unacceptable in japan, they're just a level of racist that pisses me off because i have to smile placidly and Be Tolerant at people who say this stuff ALL THE TIME

also, i KNOW i'm projecting but i am SUPER irritated that everyone who was a jerk to An is sucking up to her now that they need her english skills!

(You sent this to my side blog so I hope it's okay to publish, if not lemme know and I'll nuke. I'm gonna make it non-rebloggable just in case anyway.)

sup bro, sorry you reached the worst part of the game. Hawaii, esp if you don't have a romance locked, is horrendous. utterly miserable.

listen, sometimes we gotta use the McElroy-ese because its useful vernacular.

Flipping through my screencaps (which I have still not deleted for some fucking reason) of that awful sequence, I feel like Ryuji was at his most disrespectful and shitty. But some of that probably got lost in translation due to how the localization team had to bend so far to, like.... delineate between Japanese Characters Speaking "Japanese" and Americans Speaking English. It's hilarious, the two women who Ryuji fails to get it off with are speaking in THICK psuedo-Texan accents to make SURE the player understands.

So for me, I didn't get the racist vibes but I don't think I would have picked out vibes since Ryuji and Mishima treat literally everyone so fucking reprehensibly that.... pal, I wouldn't have fucking noticed unless they dropped a slur. They treat everyone like garbage or like someone they might potentially fuck. That's it.

That all said, Ryuji is so happy to thoughtlessly dehumanize people around him and sulks when he's called out about it, so I wouldn't be surprised. It's frankly kind of stunning how he just.... has no redeeming qualities that stand out against all his copious fucking flaws.

For Mishima, MAN. MAAAAAAN. When I think about the scenes in his SLink and that really fucking weird one with Futaba in her SLink, I don't even fucking KNOW. Am eager to see what you pull out of this shit because it's Yikes with and without cultural context imo. I heard he's vaguely based on a right wing weirdo but idk. I find it interesting that the game never seems to outright say Mishima is a good person and often gives the player chances to call him out.

The weirdness around Ann is a constant though, yeah. She herself is such a fucking ray of light, it's always.... interesting how everyone around her (except the player character) treats her like an aberrant of some kind. Given the treatise of the game, I assume part of the point is to show the difficulties of Ann's position and the attitudes towards her and the exoticization? But since they don't.... ultimately do anything about it (and circle backward with the whole Nude Painting arc) and her SLink doesn't say anything about it.... it's just another missed shot, imo.

Honestly, if you can hang on 'til the Royal bonus semester, the only Actually Great writing of the game is there. That's the only place.

#karmotrines #p5 #cw negative #persona liveblog #lmao this post is like Full Negativity Mode #fuck Hawaii its the worst fucking sequence in the game

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hopeymchope · 2 years ago

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Loooong final thoughts and lingering questions regarding A.I.: The Somnium Files - nirvanA Initiative

Even moreso than the first game, this game is really hard to discuss without digging into spoilers. Yikes. But I’ll try for a little while, I guess.

1) One the one hand? I loved this game, and I really hope the series gets a third entry so it can be another great Uchikoshi trilogy alongside the “Zero Escape” games. On the other hand? These characters are insanely overdue to get their happy endings, and I’m saddened to see them get delayed for YEARS on that. :P

2) I know I’ve already mentioned this, as did an ask I received before even playing the game. But it bears repeating that the lengths this game goes to in order to avoid spoiling the first game REGARDLESS of whether you already played that game are truly absurd. If they ever DO make a third game, I hope they can find some way around this mess (which would only get even MORE complicated after the events of this sequel). Might I suggest doing a prequel adventure, perhaps... ?

2) Looking back, it’s HILARIOUS how incredibly, deeply wrong my initial speculations were :)

3) ....okay, but it seriously drove me FUCKING NUTS that nobody in-game even commented on the shape of Komeji’s head. Or why he has a big dot on his forehead where his “third eye” would be, for that matter. That’s all just... normal to the people of the AITSFverse, huh? Really?

4) I’m so very grateful for being able to adjust the difficulty of the somniums. I sucked so bad at somniums in the first one.

Okay, SPOILER COMMENTARY BEGINS NOW.

1) The first game built an effective mystery out of information our lead doesn’t know, but the sequel builds a mystery out of information that only the player doesn’t know. The characters themselves really had plenty of information that should’ve made them capable of solving the case before SIX YEEEEAAARS had passed, IMO.

2) Can’t say I’m a very big fan of “Tama” and her personality/design. She’s HYPER-sexualized in a way that Aiba wasn’t and isn’t, really. It’s.... kind of uncomfortable sometimes. I have to wonder how an A.I. eyeball decides to generate such a holographic body type or gets so into sexual references anyway? What experiences developed her in this fashion? Hrrrrrm.

3) AS SOON as we started talking about “genetic editing/engineering,” in the game’s second chapter, I said, “Oh man, I really hope they use this plot point to retroactively explain Mizuki’s crazy strength and Date’s wild porn-induced powers.” And hey, one out of two isn’t that bad! I *love* that they went to this trouble to go back and logically justify something that was just a goofy gag in the first title. And after Date provides everyone with a detailed explanation for how his “porn mag = enhanced strength and speed” thing actually works, I was convinced that part of it was still yet to come! Sadly? Not to be. Hey, maybe they can still retroactively introduce an origin for that in part 3! Suffice it to say that I LOVE the idea of going back and retroactively explaining the silliest parts of the series using actual logic and lore. LOVE.

4) Lien’s huge “DANGER ZONE” tattoo is something that amused me from start to finish. I’m simple sometimes. Give a Japanese thug a tattoo referencing a Kenny Loggins classic, and I’m happy. And yes, I absolutely do believe it’s a reference to that seminal Top Gun anthem.

4) More than the first game, this game has the cops just... not even try to negotiate or coerce or otherwise even ATTEMPT to get reticent suspects to tell their secrets. Instead? Everything always comes down to “sync with them,” and if that doesn’t give you the answer you desired? You give up and let them go and never ask about it again. Admittedly, this because game mechanics gotta happen, and the first game isn’t completely innocent of this problem either, but the “drop the issue like a hot rock” element is definitely unique here. .............................. God DAMN do you guys suck at this ‘policing’ business. And that’s not even getting into information that you keep to yourselves when you ABSOLUTELY should be sharing it with your colleagues and superiors.

Y’know, like when a suspicious figure it somehow obscured in your vision while you chase them, and you don’t know why your cybereye is blocking out what they look like, but you just don’t tell anyone it even happened AT ALL........... fuuuuuuuuuuuck

5) Ryuki getting chewed out and threatened with losing his job unless he could hit some arbitrary deadline just because a suspect appeared and escaped within the underground cathedral? Really pissed me off because it made no sense. This has never happened to any cop, ever. I guess we can kinda excuse it because it fits with some old-school movie tropes about cops, maybe? But once the timeline is “corrected” and we see that that didn’t even HAPPEN in the past? IT MAKES EVEN. LESS. SENSE. He is literally never seen or known to do ANYTHING wrong that would warrant such a reaction from Boss!!!! Furthermore: Since he DIDN’T catch the HB Killer back then, does that mean he’s not a cop with ABIS by the later timeline? Because that certainly does not appear to be true! He seems to still be operating as one, just a fucking crazy one due to circumstances beyond his own control that nobody seems to have discovere/addressed in the interim.

6) I absolutely adore that the terrifying visage of Gen’s mask is ultimately hiding... the sweetest, most noble person you can possibly imagine. I am *always* here for someone to subvert the expectations of your first visual impression. ALWAYS down for that shit. Wonderful, thank you, no notes.

7) Although I eventually expected what was under the mask of the mysterious woman in the cool cloak, it also feels like one of the most overt examples of making the story jump through hoops just to suit the twist they wanted. I feel like Uchikoshi definitely thought up the “We told you the story in the wrong order!” twist before he ever came up with the existence of a second Mizuki to explain it all. The fact that they dress exactly the same and act the same and both have that name and both use Aiba but AIba forgets about the first Mizuki by coincidence and... YEAH, it’s pretty forced.

8) I was both horrified and delighted by the reveal that Amame is one of our culprits. I never once thought that a character we met in the first game - someone who was portrayed as just a quiet, good-hearted, sweet kid - would actually go off and murder someone in our sequel, and I LOVE that twist. In truth, I kind of wish she’d killed Tokiko too as Aiba originally theorized. Just let her go all the way off the deep end! But uhh... that would really make our relatively happy ending a lot less happy, because then Amame wouldn’t be getting that light jail time, huh? So maybe not... lol.

9) Because these games tend to ultimately be so hopeful by the end, I thought Kizuna might even get some futuristic cure to her paralysis by the conclusion and be up to dance by the big finale. But it’s probably better that she didn’t. There have to be SOME consequences to these events, after all.

10) I wish Mizuki would actually show some concern/affection for her long-missing adoptive father after he finally resurfaces. Like, instead of just insulting him and treating him like shit?? The brief moments when she ISN’T insulting him and belittling him are heartwarming, but they’re SO few and far between. And there’s no denying how much he’s done for her and how much he loves her. Mizuki even took his family name eventually. But from her actual words, you’d be hard-pressed to know that she even likes him at all. Girl needs serious psychological help to learn how to communicate properly, because kee-RY-st.

11) Given how utterly fucking psycho Kizuna’s dad goes in at least one route — particularly with how he sends a massive army of thugs that have no compunction about even KILLING Lien — I was really hoping we’d see Mr. Chieda taken down and arrested for his connections by the end. Alas, there is no ending where he pays for his cruelty and associations. He always just walks the hell away. Meh. :P

12) What... on EARTH.... was the point of Boss pretending like Ryuki died in the final battle?! Only to reveal to EVERYONE that he was alive/fine the whole time... ?!?! So clearly there wasn’t even a need to hide that he lived at all?!? I guess she really just likes fucking with everyone by devastating them for no reason. Jesus Christ, Boss. What the actual FUCK is wrong with you. I guess now I can finally appreciate why someone as whip-smart and hot and utterly girlboss as her is single... it’s because she’s secretly a goddamned SOCIOPATH.

13) The introduction of the “The Frayer” and the unlockable Secret Ending is in keeping with Uchikoshi’s other works, sure, but it also raises a lot of problems that I think I’d rather not contemplate in regards to the universe of the game series. I’ll have to try to compartmentalize that as “stuff that cutely refers to the fact that you’re playing a video game” and not consider that information strictly, y’know, canon.

Ultimately, I obviously have far more plot/writing concerns than I did with the first. I would still say the first is better. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t having a DAMN good time throughout. I’m still very happy this exists. And here’s hoping for some more adventures down the line...

#a.i.: the somnium files #a.i.: the somnium files - nirvana initiative #a.i. the somnium files #a.i. the somnium files - nirvana initiative #aitsf #aitsf:ni #aitsf-ni #aitsfni #kotaro uchikoshi #visual novels

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marvellousinternethideout · 2 years ago

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

Season 2

Ep 13 - Surprise

Whew, I am back. Let's go. Lol, I kinda forgot what happened in last episode .

OHHHH YESS, Drusilla is back. This should be fun!

What kind of weird dream is buffy having? Drusilla is controlling her dreams?

That angel dying was soooo bad lmao. My guy didn't even tried to act.

Oh hey shirtless angel. The show knew what we wanted.

I hate it so much when no one believes the main lead, can we at least humor them when you know that supernatural exist, like everything is possible.

This bangel kiss while it's hot, it feels like outta nowhere. Or maybe it's the way it happened, she was talking about something serious and he just started make out with me. A little more lead-up would've been nice. Its probably just me.

Oh yeah they can't have sex(don't know why, I just know it cz of spoilers).

What was the cut? It was fucking weird. We cut from buffy and Willow to Buffy and ... Willow? What was the point of that cut.

OH HEY OZZ!!!

"He's nice, i like his hands", lmao Willow , way to go!

Go tell her Buffy!! Tell willow. You're her savior.

WILLOW AND OZ ARE INTERACTING! Their interaction are so fucking top tier!

Yessss!!!!! A date!! Yesssz!

Oz and willow are so awkward and cute, I FUCKING LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!

"I said date", lmao willow, you're adorable and my favorite.

Xander and Cordelia do nothing for me. They're funny sure but I don't ship them.

Xander and Giles are funny together.

Spike is also back!!!! I am loving this. Oh his face is burned (or something).

Drusilla has lost it but blame angel. He's responsible for everything that has happened to her.

What's in the box?

Yikes, one of her dream scenes came true.

Who's this guy following Jenny? Can we all leave her alone.

BITCH WHAT THE FUCK!!! WHO IS JENNY!!??? SHE IS WITCH!! PART OF A COVEN. YENNA(?) OF SOME PEOPLE.

UNCLE!!????

WHAT IN THE FUCK!!! JENNYYYYYY!

Wait, they(Jenny and her uncle) were talking about Drusilla. She's the one who was part of their coven.

I LOVE THIS EPISODE!!

Poor Giles though. Damn his heart is gonna be broken... Again.

Where is jenny taking Buffy? Don't trust her Buffy.

Damn, did she want her to get killed ?

LMAO, not people inside waiting and hearing her fight. You gotta love the timing.

OZ JUST FOUND OUT!!

Oz found out like immediately. Well, my guy, you're part of this now. Welcome to the madness.

Please don't gaslight Oz. Just tell him the truth.

LMAO OZ JUST ACCEPTED THE TRUTH. He's like, "that explains a lot". Seriously, though, show needs to do better with reactions after finding out that vampires or supernatural exist. Some freak out and denial would be nice.

What was that creature in that box? Was it sent by spike and Drusilla or the witch coven.

Willow: "What was it?", Oz:- "It looked like a arm", oh you my precious babies.

"oh she wouldn't ", oh she would angel, Drusilla would.

The Judge, this body is called the judge.

Damn, Drusilla just assembled a dismembered body and brought him back to life. What an icon. Lmao, this bitch is crazy and I love her.

Let angel go buffy, there's no other choice.

Awwww sad separation but get over it.

Oh so it was sent by Drusilla and jenny and her coven used this to get Angel away from buffy.

I ship angel and buffy but damn I need more of them.

Aww, angel gave her a family heirloom, a family he killed. How romantic😍

Him describing the meaning behind the heirloom was just funny considering what he did. Like damn angel, maybe don't do that.

He was gonna say I love you and the vampires came. Alright, I like this better anyway.

Like, Xander is way too damn right about how angel and buffy will never work. This will never be a thing. I mean it's sad but like, I am not that sad.

Another dream?

Sometimes bangel's scene has no affect on me. Like, there is no feels.

She assembled the fucking body!!!!! Damn, girl. What a good fucking icon.

Spike is gonna start hating Drusilla. Isn't he?

Lmao buffy, the body is assembled, you're too late.

Maybe they shouldn't have come to the party.

Lmao, the spike is too damn funny. I love him.

Ok, so who is gonna save them? Nvm, they did it on their own.

They are gonna have sex, aren't they?

Damn, the sexual tension. This scene is damn. The chemistry 🔥🔥🔥

Damn, the I love you's dropped. Again, damn this scene.

So they did have sex and he's dying now. Damn buffy and her poisonous pussy.

THAT'S WHERE YOU END IT??

Alright, I love this episode. This was freaking Good. This was more on the slow side but it fit perfectly with the plot. Like we knew about everything but we were still invested. You need to know your stuff for that. So great job to the creaters and writers.

Anyway, on the plot, damn that justice guy was so crazy and so fucking good of plot. It was insane and I loved it. I mean I definitely didn't see this coming. Assembling a dismembered body, Damn! I am loving this and can't wait for the next episode (great thing I don't have to).

Now, I don't feel bad for angel whenever drusilla does something to him or plot against him, I am sorry but the angel deserves it. In their case I'll always be team drusilla. Drusilla has suffered way too fucking much. She deserves revenge on him, I don't care what anyone thinks. The only person I feel about is buffy, she is suffering for his actions.

We had oz and willow in this episode and fucking finally. I love them so much and their interactions are just chef's kiss 🤌. What a icons. I love them, I love their innocence, I love their Interactions, I love their chemistry. I love absolutely everything about them.

Also, we had a lot angel and buffy which probably was most we have had them. A lot angst, heartbreak, love, confessions, anger, sadness and they did it perfectly. The crazy in love how I would describe them in this episode. There were some scenes that fell flat for me while there were some that were 🔥🔥🔥. Especially the last scene, what a fucking great scene. Everything about that scene was perfection. The hopeless, madly in love, the love, the tension, the craziness, the angst, the fear, that scene had everything and you can feel it. You can feel all the emotions. It was that great. Damn great job actors.

Also, the cliffhanger, I guess it's time to watch another episode.

That's it for now, see ya in the next one. Cheers🥂

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wooahaes · 1 year ago

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hi! (first time sending an ask so pls lmk if anyone has this emoji but-) i completely agree w/ u that writers should put a warning or smth that the fanfic will be catered to a certain body type as ive read fanfic w/o that and have felt insecure. not saying these writers are intentionally trying to make ppl feel bad, but they need to realize that sometimes their works do cater to thin/skinny body types and letting readers know that rly isnt a big deal. ty for always speaking ur truth! - 🐱 anon

hi nonny! im gonna answer all ur asks in one go <3 (no need to apologize for spamming! i had a moment of 'oh fuck did i say something wrong' but thats just anxiety brain speaking haha)

honestly! i genuinely don't mind if writers wanna intentionally write works for a thinner reader, it'd just be nice for them to write in a little warning at the beginning of the fic <3 i write chubby readers and mark 'em with chubby!reader so my audience knows, nothing wrong w doing it the other way around!

i also wanna say, i remember looking up "seventeen x chubby reader", "svt x chubby reader", or smth along those lines on tumblr but just knowing almost nothing will pop up 💔. until i saw a little fanfic called "tiger stripes" and was baffled that someone actually wrote something that had someone like me in mind. i remember feeling and being so happy about it. just thank you for your svt x chubby reader works because u make us chubby carats feel so seen 🫶🏼 - 🐱 anon

aaaa ty lovely!! im a chubby gal myself so i love writing chubby!reader fics from time to time when inspiration strikes <3 usually i try to keep everything body neutral so that anyone can enjoy my fics (even in my chubby reader fics, i try not to specify how big reader is so that anyone bigger can enjoy them), but sometimes i just gotta aim something for the chubby gals out there <3 tiger stripes is one of my most beloved fics and it genuinely makes me happy to think of my own stretch marks as tiger stripes hehe <3

ah anyway !! hope im not a bother w/ my asks !! i just wanted to tell u this despite my shyness bc idk, i rly feel like u needed to hear it 🙏🏼 anyway, i also wanna add ur a rly good writer and keep on doing what ur doing 👍🏼 - 🐱 anon

u are 100000% fine!! i love talking to anons and ur always welcome to pop into my inbox whenever you feel like it <3 + it does always help to hear that other chubby carats enjoy my work!! mwah mwah ur so sweet

tw fatphobia mentions (nothing explicitly fatphobic tho) // omg though.. i remember finding this [redacted] x reader fic and bc it appeared under the [removed] tag (smth like that) and i assumed that it was catered to fat ppl. but unfortunately it turned out to be incredibly fatphobic w/ it's themes, plot, + y/n. im not saying u have to be fat to write "x fat reader" fanfic but perhaps step away from writing for ppl u have no understanding of if ur gna write stuff like that.. - 🐱 anon

redacting the guy + the tag from your ask purely to try and avoid anyone tracking down the writer by any means! i trust my followers to not do something like that, but i'd feel better reducing that risk in any way <3

oh yikes! i think like... its worth it to sometimes address fatphobia in writing, but that kind of stuff 100% needs a warning! one of my current fic ideas involves a reader who is confident in her body but kinda relapses back to a previous mindset of 'maybe i Should be ashamed of it' after being fully insulted for being a bigger gal and the fic would absolutely have a warning.

i do agree that you def do not have to be a bigger person to write chubby/fat reader fics, but its definitely something you need to be mindful of when you wanna handle the heavier topics. im always happy to weigh in with my own thoughts + experiences, and im sure other people would be, too! no shame in trying to address it in themes/plot, but there's def a difference between endorsing those ideas and discussing them (and i'll say i have no idea which was being done in this fic)

(btw: no one go looking for this writer to say anything to them btw, we do not promote harassment on this blog--anon ur 100% fine to express ur opinions since i've seen fatphobia in reader fics, too, and it's okay to express discomfort with the idea. i'm always open to discussing things as long as they don't point too directly to anyone's work--and i'm equally open to taking down anything that pinpoints a certain writer.)

anyway ur 100% fine to send as many asks as u want!! im always happy to talk to people esp abt topics like this (or in general too!) <3 ty for being polite tho mwah mwah ur v cute

#🐱 anon #wooahaes.ask #asks.anon #fatphobia tw #(for a mention in another ask anon sent)#(im serious btw i removed the guy + the tag to reduce any risk of the writer being found)#(please do not go looking for the writer)

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hulijingemperor2 · 1 year ago

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Huaisang is in his villain era again, as he found another way to take over A-Yao's empire (oh boy).

So he goes to kidnap team dimple.

Huaisang: *entering cloaked*

Fox spirits: wait wait wait! Who are you?! Who do you want to meet?

Huaisang: I'm just a random Fox spirit. Don't worry about me. Huangdi gave me a pass.

Oh really?

Now who do you want to meet?.

Huaisang: Huangdi.

Huangdi is working.

Huaisang: well I got to meet team dimple. It's urgent. The lanling demon is getting horny again, and that's not good.

I know right. When he's horny, he would spray this stinky perfume, and Huangdi is against air pollution.

Huaisang: right. It interrupts the hulijings.

Yes, and everyone else.

Anyways go ahead. And you have Huangdi's pass.

Huaisang: yea, thank you.

*sneaking into team dimple's mansion*

Huaisang: lol, team d has a mansion for themselves. *rolls eyes*

Mo xuanyu: *sleeping and snoring* Yao gege.....Yao gege. Of course I will give you a kiss, Yao gege.

Su she: *sleeping while hugging an A-Yao plushie.*

Xue yang: *sleeping with his eyes open*

Huaisang: yikes.

These simps.

*gives them temporary sleeping pills, then grabs Minshan's teleportation talismans and teleported to Qinghe.*

Thereafter, in Qinghe, he threw them in a cell.

Huaisang: poor team D. You gotta stay in here for the while, until San ge agrees on something.

Once San ge says yes, then I'll let you go.

But rest assured. I will thank you in the future.

*sighs* I hope I cultivate with Jiang Cheng soon, so that I'll get pregnant like Zixuan Huangdi. Haha.

*exits*

A moment later~~~

Team dimple: *waking up*

Xue yang: bro how was your date with that hot Jiggy went?

Su she: it was like a dream. He's so sweet and elegant.

Mo xuanyu: aww.

Did he kiss you?

Su she: *blush* yes.

Xue yang: I'm so proud of you, you little simp.

Mo xuanyu: omg.

Xue yang: he has game more than Lan lips.

Su she: oh guys.

Xue yang: Jiggy is so hot.

Sometimes I just want to hold him and give him a deep kiss.

Mo xuanyu: I know right.

Xue yang: team D, where are we?!

Mo xuanyu: this isn't our house! And not Yao gege's room.

Su she: who dare kidnap us?!!

Xue yang: how the hell is that possible. We're Team Dimple.

Huaisang: *entering* sleeping pills.

Su she: Nie huaisang!!

Mo xuanyu: how dare you, you evil scheming little snitch!!! Now why did you kidnap us! What do you want!! I will rip off that wig for you, just let me out!!!

Huaisang: take a chill pill, xuanyu.

Xue yang: did you miss us, Huaisang? Is it lame in Qinghe?

You should cut the crap if you know what's good for you.

Su she: aren't you supposed to be with Xuan Huangdi. What are you doing slacking off.

Huaisang: you're not my boss, Su she.

Can I not take a vacation. And boss says that stress isn't good for his babies.

Xue yang: makes sense.

Mo xuanyu: oh gosh, this is a nightmare! I had a bad dream about this once.

Huaisang kidnapped us. But his hair was looking gorgeous.

Huaisang: my hair always look amazing, for your info.

Mo xuanyu: I can't believe you can kidnap, but you still don't know what a brush is!

Xue yang: *laughing*

Mo xuanyu: you have infuriated me, so you'll get my savage side.

Su she: what do you want, Huaisang? You have messed with the wrong crew.

Xue yang: do you want money?

Mo xuanyu: you could have just asked Yao gege. He's not broke like you.

Huaisang: well shut up and listen to my request!

Mo xuanyu: make it quick.

Xue yang: look, we don't want to hear. Minshan, where's your talismans.

Su she: *checks his sleeves* I...I don't have them on me! *panicking*

Xue yang: Huaisang. How dare you steal my bestie's talismans.

Huaisang: why me?? I didn't do it!

Xue yang: so you're telling me that you dragged three unconscious, hot, guys all the way to Qinghe.

Huaisang: uhh.

Mo xuanyu: you can literally snap into two.

Xue yang: where's dage?

Su she: aren't you afraid he finds out. Him and Xuan huangdi will trash you.

Mo xuanyu: and our Yao gege too.

Tell us what you wanted to tell us.

Huaisang: (lying) I'm pregnant.

Team dimple:...........

Team dimple: *bursts into laughter*

Mo xuanyu: HOW?!!!

xue yang: who had papapa with you?! Is it for Jiang cheng?!!!

Su she: I don't care about your affairs. But couldn't you just tell us like a normal person.

Xue yang: ugh! I'm bored!!! Let me out! I don't have to buy milk for your child!

Mo xuanyu: I hope the child looks like Yao gege.

Cuz you're not cute and neither is Jiang cheng.

The guy whipped me, thinking I'm wei wuxian.

I LOVE YAO GEGE, and Yao gege alone

Huaisang: well obviously she would look like Jaing cheng and I.

*blush* that's why I kidnapped you.

San ge must agree that in the future when my daughter is 15, she would have to marry Rusong.

If he doesn't agree then I'll do something to you three.

Su she: WHAT MOCKERY IS THIS!! do you hear yourself!!!

Mo xuanyu: you will never! And you're not even pregnant.

Xue yang: Song'er loves A-qing. Accept reality.

Mo xuanyu: why are you so greedy, Huaisang. And what did Yao gege do to you.

Huaisang: he seduced my dage. And I always dream of running the Jianghu and his empire. I'll be so rich and famous. Loved by all.

Only if my child marry Rusong.

Mo xuanyu: you're gross.

Xue yang: did you take the lash when Jiggy fell down the stairs. Cuz you're not thinking right.

Su she: pathetic!

What are you going to do to us then?

Xue yang: maybe force us to train.

Huaisang: I have my ways team dimple. Don't question me.

Xue yang: what a lame dude.

Trying to be a villain.

Mo xuanyu: he wish.

Huaisang: if San ge let Rusong marry my child in the future, and give me a position then everything would be good with me, and you as well.

Su she: we don't want your evil spawn, thank you very much.

Mo xuanyu: ew, Huaisang. What about the age gap.

You'll let your daughter marry Song'er when he turns 32.

Xue yang: this guy will do anything for power.

Huaisang: so. At least I'm getting something out of it.

Now shut up. *sits* you got to spend the night here.

Tomorrow I'll give San ge my request.

Xue yang: *reclines* well ok, smart guy. We'll wait.

Huaisang: on?

Su she: Yao Huangdi.

Huaisang: *trembling* w...why?! Do you think that San ge would save you!

Mo xuanyu: oh yes he will.

Huaisang: San ge is busy working. He doesn't have time for you three.

Mo xuanyu: I'm a Yao simp. My Yao gege loves us.

Su she: he will pound you.

Xue yang: if you mess with team dimple, you mess with Jiggy. And you don't want to get on his bad side.

Mo xuanyu: Huaisang, what has really gotten into you. You were working as Xuan gege's servant, married Jiang cheng and settled down.

What herbs did you smoke.

Xue yang: the guy trips. Or maybe he's just bored.

Huaisang: yes! I worked for that crazy emperor, but I still had an aim to fulfill! To take San ge's position.

Then when I see that Rusong and A-Qing were hooking up, I saw a lineage continuing. So I made all this up about me being pre~~~ I mean, about me turning over a new leaf.

Su she: disgusting.

Mo xuanyu: can you ever change.

Xue yang: are you even preggers, Huaisang?

Huaisang: yes I am! I'm pregnant!

Su she: how many months?

Huaisnag: two months.

Su she: symptoms?

Huaisang: I had morning sickness, and I felt light headed. Then-then, my hair started to drop.

Su she: your hair don't drop during pregnancy, liar.

Mo xuanyu: maybe your hair strands need a vacation from you.

Don't worry huaisang. You just need an attitude adjustment and everything will be fine.

Xue yang: you have to stop being evil.

Mo xuanyu: you should start writing fanfics, and keep those silly ideas to yourself.

Su she: it can help your protagonist.

Huaisang: ENOUGH! you got me!I'm not pregnant ok! But I'll soon be, when I cultivate with Jiang Cheng.

You'll stay in this filthy cell while I tell San ge about my request.

No one can stop me!!! No one!! Lemme head to Jing Manor this instant.

In the dark corner of the room, a beautiful pair of glowing golden eyes peeked through.

Team dimple: *fall to their knees*

Huaisang: what happened to you three idiots.

A somewhat hot and thunderous voice: why don't we talk about it here.

Xue yang: Jiggy is super sexy. Ngl.

Su she: Huangdi. *awestruck*

Mo xuanyu: *blushing* I want him to step on me.

Yao: coming out of the shadows.

Huaisang: *trembling* S...s..San ge.....how did you get here. This is not what it looks like.

Yao: I can appear wherever I want, Huaisang.

What were you going to tell me? *lifts chin*

Huaisang: *stuttering* well...uh....San ge....

Yao: *let's go of him* something about my Rusong?

Huaisang: *laughing nervously* Rusong? What about Rusong?

Yao: stop blabbering, it's giving me a headache.

Huaisang: *kneels quickly* yes San ge!! I'm sorry San ge! *grabs the end of A-Yao's sleeve*

Yao: *releasing Huaisang's grip* we'll chat after. *busts the cell door open with his power, then smiles proudly*

Team dimple: *runs to his side*

Su she: Huangdi! *kisses his hands, then kowtows respectfully*

Yao: *stops him from kowtowing*

Mo xuanyu: *hugs* Yao gege!! My hero! I love you!

Yao: love you guys too!

Xue yang: Jiggy, you're hella hot. *kisses*

Huaisang: *trying to escape*

Yao: *with his energy, he yanked him by his hair and threw him in the cell, then locked it*

Huaisang: San ge!! Let me out!

San ge.

Yao: kidnapping and messing my team dimple isn't cool, Hauisang.

*touching the cell's bars* and, it tends to make me angry.

You wish to infuriate me?

Huaisang: n...n..no. San ge.

Yao: team D, was Huaisang bitten by anything?

What made him like this again.

Su she: I believe he's naturally wicked, Huangdi. He always has to make some kind of drama.

Huaisang; don't listen to him! I don't know anything! He's lying.

Yao: *takes a seat*

Su she: *massaging A-Yao's shoulders*

Mo xuanyu: *kneeling near him while hugging A-Yao's legs*

Yao: *pats mo xuanyu's head affectionately*

*then he raises brow, and opens fan*

Xue yang: boss wants you to spill.

Or we'll spill for you.

Su she: xue yang's got your tongue? Why aren't you speaking again?

Mo xuanyu: at least he knows who the real boss is.

Huaisang: San ge, I'm pregnant! And want my daughter to marry Rusong.

Xue yang: the guy isn't preggers. He's lying.

Mo xuanyu: but wants to papapa with Jiang Cheng.

Yao: unfortunately huaisang. The answer is no.

Song'er will love whoever he wants. And I don't want to quench your hunger for power.

You really think you can replace me.

Bro I'm the emperor of Hulijings.

Are you a hulijing?

Huaisang: no, but I'll definitely love to take everything from you.

Su she: shameless!! Do you know who you're speaking to!

Yao: perhaps not.

Yangyang.

Xue yang: boss.

Yao: go snatch Minshan's talismans from Huaisang. We're going home.

Xue yang: on it. *pulls out a knife*

Huaisang: he had a knife all along?!!

Xue yang: duh! I always sleep with a pocket knife.

*points it at him* now hand over the talismans, or I'll give you a face tattoo.

Huaisang: ugh, here! You maniac.

Yao: ah ah. Be nice to my yangyang. Before he does something to you. He's harmless nonetheless

Xue yang: *death stare*

Huaisang: but he has canines and a knife.

Su she: that's why you shouldn't provoke him.

Yao: let's go, team dimple.

Huaisang: what about me?

Yao: you don't mind sleeping in a cell right? Bye huaisang.

Team dimple: *laughing*

*teleports out*

Thereafter......

Yao: Xiying, please write a letter to dage. About Huaisang's misbehavior.

And a copy to Zixuan Huangdi.

Xiying: certainly Huangdi.

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