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⚠️sorry but google traductor
クリスマス Prince
(prince of legend love royale)
Sensei is jelous (was 😭)
Haru: いいよ、仕事休みだし。可愛いAleちゃんとのデートのためなら。 (OK, I'm off work. If it's for a date with cute Ale...)
Yuki Sensei: Mhon, こっち側を歩きなさい. (Mhon, walk this side.)
#otome game#prince of legend#prince of legend love royale#プリンス・オブ・レジェンド#結城理一#嵯峨沢ハル#sagasawa haru#yuki riichi#team sensei#team 3B#exile tribe#ldh#machida keita#sho kiyohara
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artfight art dump 😼😼 I forgor
Character by The_enderdragon on artfight
Character by clownrattle on artfight
under the read more thing is a more sketch like drawing
Characters by clownrattle on artfight again 😼
bye I’m gonna work on revenge!!! (Ice cube bfdi bfdi bfdi ice cube REVENGE REVENGE REVENGE WITH FIRE AND EVERYONE BURNIGN!!!!!!! Everyone burning is what ice cube wants not me that might’ve turned out to be a missunderstanding sorry I got carried away in bfdi)
#My art#artfight#team seafoam#osc#traditional art#oil pastels#<- for first one and I used a 3b pencil too#crayons#<- for the second one. Plus I used oil pastels on that one too#It started smelling weird when I did that so if I die tell my cat I love him (I command you)#Osc art#object show community
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Captain Swan Vibes 1/2⚓️ 🦢
Seasons 2&3&4
#season 2: allies. enemies. kindred spirits. chemistry.#season 3A: tension. passion. adventure. orphans. heroism.#season 3B: team work. pining. running. homesickness. feelings.#season 4A: dating. opening up. closeness. danger. survival.#season 4B: protecting. consoling. good hearts. partners.#captain swan#once upon a time#ouat moodboard#motifs❤️✨
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edward teach i’m sorry i was not in the room when the hair department was coming up with what your hair should look like
YOU CAN’T TELL ME IT WOULDN’T EAT
#his 3A/3B curls would’ve been so iconic#ofmd hair team i have a bone to pick with you#also yay wonder woman’s curls/big hair is back!#and her height and muscles!!!#wonder woman should tower over everyone and look like she bench presses u-haul trucks#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd s2#ofmd spoilers#dc comics#wonder woman#birds of prey
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6A giving us the best thing this show ever came with: psychologically tormenting Stiles
Oh my God they Dereked Stiles
#I didn't know if I wanted to rewatch 6A#I was afraid it would be too painful#And I was right#I'm in pain#Also like in 3B they took away Stiles from the team#They have only 50% of braincells again#Tbh Stiles probably took more than 50%#Good thing they still have the power of love and friendship#And convenient lore ex machina#Teen wolf#stiles stilinski#Teen wolf 6A#I know they tried to torment my boy every season after 3B but it wasn't enough#It has to be the main plot
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Can Team Tuck and Team Buddie please agree that both can exist and serve as positive spaces for queer male representation?
I've been thinking. Let me run something by you.
Oliver says he has always felt Buck was a bi-coded character? Right?
Does that mean when TK thought Buck was hitting on him, he was?
If Buck was always bi, but just didn't know it, are we supposed to believe he never flirted with Eddie just because his first kiss was with Tommy?
Was Tommy his bi awakening or was Tommy the embodiment of the attractive traits he has seen in a man he's been falling for over five seasons?
You can like or even love multiple people. Even at the same time! 😮
Believing that Buddie is or should be the endgame does not negate or disrespect Buck's arc with Tommy in any way. I question if Tommy was just a convenient character. He's a safe guy to explore Buck's evolution with. He has a history with members of the 118, but he is not integral to the cast. If it doesn't work out, he is easily explained away. Remember Natalia?
I think it is possible to have a Buck and Tommy centered arc, focused on Buck becoming comfortable with his sexuality and exploring it in a healthy, positive way and still have Buck and Eddie eventually realize they have been each other's person for years. Having both doesn't make the other any less important. How many people have dated others when their eventual life partner was right there? They had no idea they saw that person in that way.
Now that we know Buck is bi, it could lead to different interpretations of scenes:
Buck is looking at Eddie. Tommy is not there and we don't know for sure who Eddie was speaking to.
2. Look at that smile and his eyes at the end. Buck positively beams and bats his eyes when he realizes Eddie is going to look at him. That's how platonic friends look at each other?
3. But we can take it all the way back if we have to. Look at Buck when Eddie compliments him.
3b. Do you know what that reminds me of?
4. If Buck has subconciously been into guys for a long time, then this scene takes on a whole new context.
Moving closer to the other man? Check.
Eye contact? Check?
Smile and shy head duck? Check.
*I'd like to state that I have no doubt Edmundo Diaz knew Buck was into him. Look at the reaction.
5. When I'm into someone, you know what I don't talk about? Someone else.
6. Wow. Look at how Buck looks at Tommy.
6b. We have never seen that before have we?
Buck x Tommy and Buck x Eddie can coexist in harmony. Life stories are long and have jumpscares, plot twists, plot holes, etc.
Buck being genuinely attracted to Tommy doesn't mean that all the scenes from the past five seasons that made us all side-eye Evan Buckley didn't happen.
If we never get Buddie, let's just take the win. ABC said, "There are queer men in the world who are masculine, hot, and relatively stable. Let's show that."
Do we really need to talk about how the LGBTQ community was represented on their former network? I could stand on that soapbox and go off for days. Let's just say I know others who also felt some way about it, whether they were straight, queer, or allies.
I am just going to enjoy what is shaping up to be an amazing season. Moving to ABC breathed new life into 911 and I am excited. (Season six? Can we just not talk about it?)
#911 abc#9 1 1 buddie#911 on abc#buck x eddie#buddie 911#buddie#eddie x buck#eddie diaz x evan buckley#evan buckley x eddie diaz#eddie diaz#evan buckley#evan buck buckley#buck x tommy#tuck#oliver stark#ryan guzman#Lou Eng's metas
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what’s yours is mine (7/?)
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pairing: geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru
You don’t know a lot of things, and you readily admit that. What you do know, is that the friends you’ve made aren’t something you will ever regret. Until your physical body weakens and becomes nothing, you’re more than happy to give your all until you wither away.
What’s yours can be theirs, too. They’re your friends, after-all. (Omegaverse AU)
“You’re not going to get any better if you don’t lie down.”
Yet you don’t listen, only clinging harder onto your Mama and pressing your face into her thigh from behind, helplessly balling her clothes into your fists as she watches the stove that had yet to be turned on.
Where a pot of uncooked rice porridge still sat atop, cold and unappetizing; totally unfit for a sick child such as you.
It was a curse that you swore had beset you on this unlucky day as you woke up groggy and sapped of your energy, stumbling over your blanket with shortened breaths as you tried to get to the bathroom.
You’re sure of it. An evil villain had blackened your soul, diminished your health and withered your spirit— All because you were a hero. That’s why Mama came upstairs only to find your half-dressed self face-planted onto the futon, your body trembling and clearly struggling to dress yourself without her as your eyes went teary from stress and the resentment of your weakened limbs.
“M-Mama…” Your voice is weak, strained and clearly upset as it tips over into a sob as you’re scooped up into her arms, her forehead pressed against yours in hurried moves as her much cooler hands hold your limp body.
You’re burning up.
“Honey, I think you’re sick.” It’s in a quiet coo, a soft trill to her tone in attempts to hush the beginnings of you throwing a fit.
“I-I’m n-not sick…!” You denied, hands curled into weak fists to throw a miniature, and very fatigue-ridden tantrum as your eyes tear up, bottom lip trembling as you try your best not to cry.
And Mama knows that you’re not the type to deny yourself from such things. Not the type of good child that would decline being babied and fawned over by her within any given circumstance. But she gets it, gets you.
It’s the day of the sports festival after all.
At the ripe young age of 8, sports has always been a defining point in popularity and the general likability of an individual in their class. A time for kids such as yourself to build repertoire, to build a reputation for themselves. A way to be labelled as ‘someone’.
Simply put, it was your opportunity to make friends without actually ‘making friends’. A, in your opinion, relatively smart way of flouting Satoru’s promise and Suguru’s disapproving gaze.
(Even if it made you sad to make them sad…)
So you chose to take part in the relay race, the one team based event that you think you could not possibly be bad at, your hand raised high into the air and eyes sparkling with a determination that made you believe that there was definitely a victory in sight when your teacher called for volunteers.
It went against your yearly choice of being on the cheer team, but you think change can be a good thing.
(Heroes always talk about it in anime.)
That’s why. That’s why your face was burning hot with the passion that was meant to be exerted upon the relay race, the tears leaking out of your eyes and soaking into your Mama’s skirt meant to be ones that would taste like victory when you brought great honour and glory to Class 3B.
It just wasn’t meant to be.
This is definitely the world’s revenge for making your friends upset. Heroes definitely do not have it easy, even if you did single-handedly save Satoru’s playground.
You can’t even eat the super delicious character bento that your Mama had stayed up late last night to make you as your bottom lip wobbles, frustration running high and your hands balling up the fabric of her skirt as you try your absolute hardest to make the swell in your throat go down.
You don’t want to cry. You’re strong. You’re capable. That’s why you’re a hero. That’s why you can’t let the villain who cursed you win.
And when a hand is gently rubbing your head from above alongside the sound of a pot clattering closed; it was enough to make the dam that you had so desperately tried to keep closed burst open.
“It’s okay to be sad.”
She knows how much you trained for this day. How much you let her smear sunscreen all over your face, whining and letting her pat your cheeks as you slip your feet into velcro sneakers, waving her goodbye with your waterbottle tucked underneath your armpit and a hanky in your pocket.
“Satoru said he’ll help me train.” Your look of determination barely falters as you smile up at her. “So I’m gonna work really, really hard.”
Gojo Satoru. The anchor of your class, the star boy who effortlessly gets the best grades despite sleeping through most of the lessons, and the one unanimously decided by the majority that he is the running last because that was just how fast he was. Don’t get yourself wrong, Suguru was fast. And really smart too.
But Gojo Satoru was just too exceptional even for the above average.
So that’s why you’re out here, an empty plastic cup in your hands acting as the ‘baton’ and Suguru waving a palm in front of your face to break you out of your daydreaming trance.
“You sure you wanna train when it’s so hot out?” His brows are furrowed and his lips are downturned into a frown. “Satoru and I don’t mind, but you don’t really like playing outside.”
Other than the playground anyway.
“Mmhm.” A nod of your head and the clenching of your fingers around the replacement baton as your own eyes hued with a fiery resolve met his worried purple. “I gotta do it.”
You’ll do it for glory. For the future where you’ll be as highly revered as your friends, for the classmates to even possibly think that you were the slightest bit cool.
“You’ll help, right?” Your smile is innocent and far too happy, the giddiness on the cheeks that were too cute for him to say anything else.
“…okay.” Anything for you.
This was your hero training arc.
“And Suguru’s gonna be passing to you from that tree, and you’ll pass to me! So we’re gonna practice that by running up and down this path I made Kimi-chan mark out!”
“Seriously? Where’d ya even get them?”
“I made Kimi-chan buy them, duh.”
That sounds easy enough, right? The cones that had been laid out practically beckon you as your ears no longer pick up on the chatter between your 2 friends, a giddy excitement in your stomach as you clench your fists with blazing resolve.
Well, some things are easier said than done.
A fall.
“(name)-sama, are you okay?!” Hands hurriedly pulling you back up to your feet as fingers fumble over your knees. “That was quite a bad fall…!”
Another stumble.
“I’ll run faster so that you have more time to pass to Satoru, okay?” His words are only slightly chopped, slightly winded from the multiple laps that he had gone as his hanky presses against your scratched knee.
An unprecedented tripping over your own feet. Or was it the air…?
“W-What? Ya were so close that time! How’d ya even fall?!” Gojo Satoru is the one who catches you this time, having hurriedly trying to break your fall having noticed the slightest odd bend in your ankles.
“Kimi-chan! How long did that take?!” He pants, wiping the sweat off his brow as the baton sticks to his slick hand, snowy hair sticking to his forehead as Suguru fans himself under the shade of the tree you were all taking refuge under, letting you catch your breath by leaning against him.
Said caretaker looks up from where she was icing your bruises, hands moving swiftly to take another look at the timer. “Exactly 2 minutes and 38 seconds, Young Master.”
“Ehhh? That’s so slow!”
And while you don’t cry a lot, but it doesn’t mean that you never will. It doesn’t mean that you don’t feel frustrated at the fact that you ran so much every single day after school, panting and feeling the heat of the sun on your hands, the sticky feeling of your clothes on your skin as you try not to feel faint. Try to get your bearings back every single time the boys practically ran laps around you.
Training is difficult. And it’s even more difficult to have to come to terms with what was now out of your reach.
“There’s always next year,” Her hand pats your back as her voice is barely above a whisper, gently wiping your tears as you feel her hand upon your chin, gingerly making you release your jaw so that you won’t bite down on your lips.
“What you worked hard for won’t disappear just like that.”
So that you won’t be so hard on yourself either.
“B-but I can’t—“ Can’t do anything even if you worked so hard for it. It’s become useless all on its own, even when you had so clearly forced down more vegetables these days in preparation, gulping down lots and lots of water to aid in the healthiness power up.
“What you can do now is do your best to cheer for your friends, okay? Then your effort won’t go to waste if you cheer really, really hard for them.” Your sight is blurry as you blink through your tears, staring up at the soft expression of your Mama’s face, the fever patch on your head making you start to feel faint.
“You’re really good at cheering too.” Not to brag or anything, but your Mama is definitely right. But you think your running is definitely and hopefully much better.
But that’s the only thing you can do for them now. A second chance, a gleaming, glowing chance that paves way to make up for the fact that you couldn’t win together with them.
So you accept it.
“Okay…” Even if you can’t see them, even if you can’t even cheer for them physically like you did in the previous years. But you’ll pray, pray really really hard in your head that they will win, that they would be the ones to bring the glory that you couldn’t.
You really hope it goes well. You really, really, really hope so as your chin rests on your Mama’s shoulder, your legs wrapped around her waist and her hand patting your back as she carries you up the stairs.
You do wonder how they’re doing up to now, though. Hopefully… Winning?
“No!” A cross of his arms and a huff of annoyance. “No way am I gonna receive from some nobody!” A decisive stamp of his foot into the dirt below, his back turned onto the only other person here that would even dare to go this close to him, especially when he’s kicking up a dust cloud alongside throwing yet another tantrum.
“You’re being too much, Satoru.” He sighs with a palm pressed to his forehead, his hair now shorter than ever so as to comply with school regulations as he watches his stubborn friend.
At least it won’t get in his face when he’s doing sports. Much unlike the fuming Gojo Satoru in front of him.
“Oi Suguru! How could ya let that hag tell us what to do?!”
And Geto Suguru feels like his head was going to split open. “Our homeroom teacher only suggested that we get a replacement because we’re short of one.”
At least, that’s what he’s been trying to get across for the past 10 minutes.
“We don’t need anybody replacin’ her!” Another stomp onto the ground as the blue-eyed boy pouts even harder, making a pebble launch off the ground and rocket towards the concrete wall to ricochet with a force full of repulsed impatience. “They’re gonna be stupider than her for getting sick t’day!”
“Then our class would be a person short, Satoru. And don’t call people stupid.” Because you’d probably be the one to make that comment right about now. Not that it matters, even if it came from the noiret who even tried to dissuade him with words that you’d probably say—
All for naught. Even if they mimicked the way you spoke, it just doesn’t have the same effect. So Geto Suguru had decided to just give up entirely to be the crass, straight to the point self that scratched at the nerves of the neighbourhood Gojo.
(And it looked like Satoru liked this version of him better, anyway.)
It doesn’t make logical sense to skip out on manpower. Not at all, especially when they’re in this specific category looking for a win. Yet, Suguru gets it as his nose scrunches and his brows furrow. He gets why the boy is so adamant on your position not getting swiped from underneath their noses.
(He won’t admit it though. If he does it first, it means Satoru wins.)
“It’s not like you can stop being sick all of a sudden.”
You worked so hard, after all. You would never be the type to lie to skip out on this. You’re just… Unlucky. Or was it their fault for making you play in those rain puddles…?
(“It’s not fair! I even made my maids pack extra special Digimon bentos to eat t’day!”
“Eat them yourself then—“
“No!”)
Alas, he still has to deal with the spoiled prince whom even the teachers seem too scared to make him upset. Seriously, what is up with everyone and the Gojo family?
“Then you just gotta run faster!” A poke of a proud finger into the young boy’s chest, a purposeful prod that was barely teetering on a threat as those shiny blue hues were ignited by a flare of indignation.
A glare that commanded Suguru’s obedience and compliance as those angry cheeks puff up even more.
Suguru would like to deny it, but you’re right when you say that this spoiled, stubborn, annoying boy was c—
“I don’t wanna receive from anybody else!” A click of his tongue as his shoe kicks at the dirt below him, and a smack against the black-haired boy’s shoulder as flabbergasted amethyst clashes against unrelenting sapphire.
“And we’re gonna win, no matter what. So don’t drag us down or I won’t forgive you!”
Good god, he was so difficult to deal with. Not that this was anything out of the ordinary for Geto Suguru, though.
A sigh, and childlike hands that clasped their together into a determined handshake, fingers squeezing into a promise just as the blare of the loudspeaker comes on to announce the start of their event.
“Say that to yourself first, Satoru.” A tightening of their hands as the ‘handshake’ gets ever tighter with their growing adrenaline. “I won’t forgive you either if you lose to the rest of them.”
(“Also, can’t ya eat your bentos yourself? My mama packed me one too with cold soba—“ He immediately shuts up when he spots the angry pout on his friend’s face, red cheeks and fuming anger that threatened to have steam blow out his ears.
And the— Sight of eyes that looked like they were gonna… Cry?
Oh.
“…let’s save some for (name) when we eat them later.”)
——
“Dear,” A cool hand pushes your hair back as you groggily blink awake, tummy still warm from porridge and forehead feeling slightly damp from the soft, moist cloth against your heated skin. “Are you feeling better?”
“Mn…” You think your body is starting to feel less heavy, less burdensome on your bones as you let out a groan, small hand reaching out for the glass of water that looked like it was floating in front of you.
Magic glasses of water taste the best. You would know since you had a couple today. At least… You think it’s magic. It is, right? That’s why they always fly around and looked like there was always more than one surrounding you.
“Geto-san came over with some soup when she heard you were sick.” She’s gently smoothing down your hair as you start to perk up, shifting slightly so as to be able to sit up properly against your Mama’s arm supporting you against your back.
“You can eat it later, okay?”
You hope you have strength to go over and thank her later, though… Do you have to give her something as thanks too? It must be hard, having to make a soup that would help cure the curse upon your body…
Mama stops momentarily as she watches you from above, humming slightly when you finally down the rest of your glass and let out a little sigh, fully going lax against your Mama’s cooler to the touch body as you cuddle up against her.
She should take more off days to stay together with you more—
“Oh, and your friends. They came over to visit as well.”
And that has you whipping around to face your Mama, the sudden movement making your stiff neck cramp slightly from how long you laid down.
But it doesn’t matter. The pain won’t stop you. Won’t stop the racing thoughts you had through your head that mostly overpowered the soreness of your neck.
Was the sports event already over? Did they win? Did they lose— No. Wait. That’s impossible. Your friends could never, would never lose. Oh, but what if there was a possible chance there was? Even if heroes suffered a little bit sometimes the villain could still win—
“But I couldn’t let them in.”
“(name)’s mama! Is she awake yet?” This was probably the third time they had knocked against the front door, hands on his hips and blue eyes staring up at the all too patient woman.
“Satoru— My mama said we have to wait.” Purple eyes blink up at her apologetically. “Sorry, (name)‘s mama, we can wait a while longer—“
“But it’s been like— Too long, Suguru! How much longer until she wakes up???”
Oh. That sucks. You visibly deflate, a whimper escaping you as your shoulders slump into defeat. You can’t even talk to them or else you’ll pass your dirty, cursed germs to them…
“Nothing a call can’t fix,” She uses a soft handkerchief to wipe any remnant moisture, petting your head as her eyes briefly meet the drawn curtains of your shared bedroom.
“And I might… Have a better idea.”
Excited waves from the window, shimmers of gold against reflective glass and your widening eyes as the summer breeze flutters the curtains and ruffles through your hair.
It’s windier than you thought, with the sun in your eyes and the cicadas singing in this heat.
(Or was it because you just spent most of the day sleeping?)
“Look! I won the medals for us!” Half his body was practically hanging off of the window ledge, hands holding all 3 shiny medals as his lower half was held back only by the more responsible friend clinging onto Satoru’s waist and pulling with all the might an 8 year old might have.
“Satoru! Don’t lean over the window— And we won those together!”
A haughty huff.
“Ya, but you didn’t cross the finish line, did ya? I did! But look, look! We got your medal too!”
(“You’re so annoying!”
“Blehhhh!” A stick out of his tongue as excited blue kept jumping in place despite the dangerous position he put himself in. “Kimi-chan’s already down there to catch me just in case, anyway!”)
Golden and shiny and everything that encompassed a winner. It shone so brightly even when competing against the late afternoon sunshine, stood out even when held
Winners. They’re winners.
But if you think about it all on your lonesome, looking upon those shiny medals and standing by your window with your futon wrapped around your form…
There’s something odd about this empty feeling inside of you. Something that lingers in the same sense disappointment would, swirling around you and making you feel… Bad.
Why? You’re happy that your class won, happy that they managed to win the glory you’ve been going on and on about in your head. They’re winners, beat out all the other people who trained hard for this event as well. What is this disgusting feeling of secretly hoping that they lost?
So why? Why is it that you feel this way even as they smile so proudly at you, proclaiming that they’ll personally hang the medal around your neck when you get better so that they can dub you a winner too—
“See? Ya didn’t have to worry about us at all, (name)!” His sparkling blue eyes close to form a matching grin with Suguru who was too busy smiling at you despite your sick state, eyes too busy to notice Gojo Satoru smacking his shoulder when they’re stuck staring at you.
“You’re getting better, right? Your Mama said that you slept a lot. We can talk more with our telephone when Satoru’s gone cause he’s annoying.”
“Hey! I want a string telephone connecting to all your houses too!”
“You live too far. So it’s only mine and (name)’s.”
Ah. You think you get it now. Understand why you feel this way as your hand gingerly presses against your hot cheek and sliding up to your eyes to feel the wetness that was starting to form.
When did you—?
It has your friends doing a double take.
“(name)… Are you crying?” Please don’t cry.
“I-I think she’s just happy that we won! Right, (name)?” Please don’t cry. Not right now.
Because you realize these weren’t tears of happiness, after all. It was the realization that— Despite all your training, despite all the effort you put in to help them, help this class…
They didn’t need you to win after all.
“…yea! Good job!” Your smile feels too unlike any that you’ve ever given, all stretched awkwardly and like it didn’t belong.
This wasn’t you. You know it so, since this is your own self you’re talking about.
You’ve definitely been cursed.
——
And so, it wasn’t long after that you finally recovered, finally able to properly get onto your feet. Finally able to get dressed without your Mama's help, finally able to pick up your backpack without faceplanting onto the ground... All that healing food did wonders.
("You're so happy today, Satoru." You can't help but smile at the boy holding hands with both yourself and your black-haired friend as all 3 of you sat in his car, listlessly listening to the radio together as he sat directly in between the both of you, tips of his ears red as he tries to act... Cool.
"Oh? Satoru, what's with that face?" A smug smile and upturned purple eyes. "Don't tell me it's because you missed-"
"Shut up, Weird Bangs!")
So imagine your surprise when your teacher beckons someone in from outside your classroom door, the entrance sliding open and the taps of an unfamiliar pair of shiny, brand new indoor shoes against the floors of this familiar classroom.
A new kid. One that had a pretty mole by her eye and her prettier name written so neatly upon the blackboard in such neat chalk lines that you just can’t help but feel envious.
“Ieiri Shoko. Please take care of me.” With only the slightest bow as she stares ahead blankly, eyes avoiding the whispers of your already chattering class.
It must be scary, right? To have to stand there and do that… You don’t think you want to be in her position right now.
“Do you think she’s scared?” It’s a thoughtless whisper to the only other person who could possibly hear right now, your own gaze meeting familiar purple.
“Maybe.” He’s dismissive, as if he didn’t care too much as he takes out his pencil case. “I brought the colour pencils you wanted to see, by the way.”
Ohh—! You’ve been wanting to—
“She looks boring.” His crass huff from your other occupied side makes you think he already doesn’t like her. “Don’t talk to her, (name).”
Shimmering comets for eyes turn to meet yours, glowing with a certain spark that had hidden thoughts.
“You’ll get into trouble.”
“Thank you, Ieiri-chan. Please sit at the empty desk near the back by Minato-chan.” A shuffle of papers as your homeroom teacher neatens the stack. “I want you all to be nice to our new friend, okay?”
“Okay, sensei!”
“Good! Now let’s begin class.”
Lunch rolls by far too quickly today. You swear the clock is definitely moving faster than usual.
“Heyyyyy. Stop studying and let’s go playyyyy!” A poke of your cheek as you stare at Suguru’s workings, eyes narrowing as you try to make sense of these complicated numbers.
“Ah, make sure you erase this. You’ll get confused if you don’t.”
“Is this right?” Your paper is pushed towards the more helpful of your friends, anticipating his praise as you wait with bated breath as his purple eyes scan over the worksheet.
You definitely got it this time. Definitely.
“Suguruuuuu! Y’er so slow, I’ll do it!” And that has him snatching up the starting to crumple sheet, blue eyes screening over it with ferocious and frightening accuracy, his cute brows furrowed and his bottom lip jutted out as he lets out a huff.
“This one’s wrong.” A finger taps against your paper, drawing a circle with his fingertip as he yawns. “And this one. This too.”
“The last one was s’pposed to be right but ya forgot to carry the 1 over.” His cheeks puff with dismissiveness when he looks up to only see Suguru comforting you with pats on your shoulder.
Oh.
“W-What? I only checked ‘em over!” He’s not at fault again for something, right? He was sure this was a more straightforward thing of being correct or not, something that shouldn’t be that big of a deal even if it’s because of the way he spoke—
If you hadn’t gotten them all wrong, that is.
“…it’s okay, (name). We can just practice them again.” And you pout, letting Suguru pat your head in consolation as you stare down at the hurriedly marked paper that was handed back to you. “Satoru just doesn’t know how to be nice cause he’s mean.”
“Hey! I can be nice!” Fuming rage and his hands slamming against his desk. “I’ll help ya both study later if (name) gives me a hug and the pudding in your fridge!”
And he’s serious about it. You can tell by his shiny cheeks and those smug half-lidded eyes that he would help— Even if you didn’t give him the pudding. The hug would be mandatory, though.
“What does my pudding even have to do with all this?”
All this whilst that new girl sat alone in the back of the class by herself. She’s not good at making friends, you notice. Quietly keeping to herself as she flips through a book, ignoring the cries of your schoolmates running down the hallway and into the wide, wide yard.
And when hands squeeze your cheeks together, mushing your face into his palms and making you turn away—
“You shouldn’t look at other people when we’re here. Sato—“ He stops himself, eyes moving from the pouting boy and back to your face that was in his hands. “I don’t like it.”
You must’ve been staring for too long.
——
“I don’t wanna go!” He’s clinging to you, backpack hastily thrown onto the ground as Kimiko-san tries her absolute hardest to persuade her young master into the car.
“Please, Satoru-sama. You have martial arts training—“
“Don’t wanna! I wanna stay with (name)!”
So all you can do is stand there and pat his shoulder, his head on your not at all stiff shoulder as you reciprocate his overly attached self, blinking up at a panicking Kimiko-san before down to the head of fluffy white.
“Suguru said he’ll beat you up with judo if you don’t go.”
Because he’s in the club. And he’s really good at it. Better than Satoru, actually.
“That dummy’s not gonna beat me.” It’s off handed and far too self assured as it’s muffled by the strap of your bag.
“You don’t know that.” You really don’t. Suguru’s been going on and on about training a lot, and he let you both see how he could do a flip once. At least— You think it counts as a flip anyway.
And you can hear him mutter unintelligible words, before he pulls away, his hands grabbing onto your shoulders and ferocious, narrowed eyes staring at you head-on with a pout on his lips.
“You better be at home to play with me when we’re back!”
“Okay.” You nod, sticking out your pinky towards him as you smile. “I promise.”
“Hmph!” He takes it, roughly, with a pout that turned into a satisfied smile as he finally— Finally gets in the car.
(“Thank you so much, (name)-sama…”
“It’s okay. I heard Libras were unlucky today cause the stars aren’t aligned for them. You should be cautious about the people around you, lest you run into trouble.”
“T-Thank you, (name)-sama…? Please get home safe. Weather reports say that it will rain soon.”)
And what unexpectedly occurred— Was the fact that the new kid was waiting in the same area as you were, waiting out the rain due to a neglected umbrella that probably sat near her door.
Which was the same case as you were. Except— Despite Kimiko-san’s warning, you ended up wandering around school too long in hopes of getting to watch Suguru train.
“Hi.” You’re trying to make conversation now that it’s just the both of you. Alone. By yourselves. This is a rare chance, honestly. You can count how many times you’ve been left like this by your friends on one hand throughout the years you’ve all been together.
It’s a chance you don’t really want to pass up. Time to put those social skills you’ve gleaned over the years into good use.
(From all those TV shows you’ve watched, of course. Your zodiac sign said that you’ll be lucky if you put yourself out there! And you’re outside right now, so you definitely have been buffed. A special power-up, if you will.)
“…hello.” A response. This is a success. A major success that you got on your own accord.
(Onto the next phase!)
“So didya hear about the… Recent sports festival?” You nod your head. Perfect. Perfect follow-up. “Our school held one a couple days ago.”
“Oh. That.” She doesn’t look up from the book she had been reading all this time. And now that you’re much closer to her than you ever were before—
You realize it’s a manga. Not a book. Technically, she is holding onto a book, but utilizing the hard cover page to cover up the fact that the manga had been sneakily slotted in.
“I was meant to join just a day before, actually. But I made my mama wait a couple days more.”
What.
“You waited until the day after?” Why? Why would she— This new girl do such a thing when it could bring you and your class such great glory?
“But the sports festival is fun…” And a great chance to make a ton of new friends. She’s not under the same promises that you made.
She goes silent, the mole on her cheek rising with her huff as she looks off to the side, out to the open air space that held the path to the school entrance as droplets of water tap against the tips of her shoes.
“Cause it’s bothersome.”
Oh. That’s a new type of answer.
“Do you hate bothersome things?”
And finally— She looks into your eyes, pushing back a stray strand of her long hair and her eyes hued with dews of luster brown that reminded you of the autumn sunset surrounded by orange leaves and sunset rays.
“Yea.”
“Oh.” That’s all you know how to say now, actually. Um… How do you respond to that?
So you go silent. You think she might be annoyed. Hopefully she’s not? You hope she likes you, though. And that you left an okayish impression. Should you tell her she’s pretty? But still, Suguru’s prettier but you can’t tell her that—
“Do you… Usually let them treat you like that?” She sounds… Bored. Maybe taken aback. Or was it simply just curiosity?
Either way, you’ve never really heard anyone ask about that— Other than your Mama, of course. But you tell her everything practically everyday.
“Is there something—“ How should you say it? Is she trying to tell you something? You think it’s fine, even if you don’t know how other people view it. “Bad about the way they treat me?”
You watch as she thinks for a bit, staring off to the side for a bit and up into the dark skies as the rain starts to pour just that little bit harder.
“Not at all.”
——
“Stop looking at me like that, you brat.”
Your eyes were practically boring into him as you watch him rub at a bruise on his cheek, his knuckles stained with dried blood and his green eyes narrowed into a mean glare.
“Did you beat up some—“ You try to think about how he described those people the last time you talked to him— Which was around last week, maybe?
“Butt ugly misters?”
It’s not the exact wording he used, but whatever he says makes you scared to parrot them since you’ve seen one of the old aunties— Sugimoto-san quite literally gasp when she heard him talk once.
“They’re motherfuc— Bad people. Don’t call them misters.”
“You said you didn’t care what I call them though.”
And all you get in response is the click of his tongue. “Whatever, brat.”
Silence. It’s steady and beating and not at all uncomfortable as you watch him pull out another piece of his snack, big teeth chewing with an open mouth and manners flying away. Yet, you still end up asking from your built up curiosity and these mere few minutes just before either of your friends would make it home.
It’s your free time, anyway.
“Mister, am I a bothersome person?” Like those thugs that he gets into scraps with practically every month?
A deep huff as his teeth chew on dried squid, gnawing at the tough exterior as he stares off into the oranges of the sky. “Duh. Who even likes annoying brats like you?”
Even when he says it like that, you can’t help but feel that it’s not true. There’s a reason you hang around him, a reason you still stay despite how mean and nasty this almost adult can be and how often he lies about how he definitely didn’t get into fights.
It’s because he reminds you a little of Satoru.
His words may cut, may be a little overwhelming and cruel. But they ultimately held no weight, nothing particularly soul-crushing or tear weeping.
You might even dare to say that even his insults sound very comforting to you.
That was why you were eating the very crushed biscuits that had been almost mashed into dust right out of the very crinkled plastic packaging that it came out from right now.
(He bought it for you.)
“Nuh uh. Mama says I’m a good kid.”
Maybe it’s the sincerity in your tone, the innocence that can only come from a child that got him thinking.
He doesn’t know how to describe how he’s feeling right now as he stares down at his bruised knuckles, bloody and calloused and hastily bandaged as he grunts.
“Then stop hanging out with me if you think that, kid.”
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#jjk x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#geto suguru x reader#geto x reader#satosugu x reader
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okay let’s talk about 3B a bit
the first thing i’m really really upset and disappointed by is how they handled cress and eloise’s friendship, yes i’m sad creloise will never happen (that’s what i’m assuming cause i really don’t think they would ever make 3 of the bridgertons queer), but i’m more upset about their friendship and mostly, how much they have messed up eloise’s character
it was said and implied in 3A that their friendship was a learning opportunity for them both, eloise taught cressida to be more open, vulnerable, honest and kind, this has definitely happened, we see that happen during cressida’s conversation with colin, she doubles down on they amount of money she asks for but i think we all know she had no other choice and frankly, i would’ve done the same if someone had said the stupid shit colin said, but we see her be honest and truthful and emotional
eloise was said to learn about her privelege, we were told that she was gonna learn that not everybody has the fortune the bridgertons have, not all women can afford to do whatever they please and go wherever they wanna go, eloise learned this in 3A and then completely forgot it in 3B, demonizing cress for taking action to safe her from being a victim of the patriarchy and the marriage mart, something eloise was supposed to learn about
we see how cressida was raised, she was abused, she’s treated like an object and she has absolutely 0 say over her life and her choices, eloise knows this but the second cress takes action to safe herself from a situation eloise knows she’s in, eloise turns on her because she’s starting to forgive pen, el takes it personal eventhough it has absolutely nothing to do with her, her family’s name is harmed a bit but that honestly doesn’t matter and it was purely circumstantial + it wasn’t even cressida who decided to do that but ofcourse she doesn’t even get the chance to explain herself cause eloise doesn’t bother
they could’ve helped cress, talked to her more, if they had shown genuine empathy and understanding towards cressida i genuinely think she wouldnt have done what she did but they just didn’t care and this is what made eloise such an awful friend, they made the friendship seem so meaningless the way el talked about it but you cannot convince me of this, they truly cared for each other, even got emotional when they know the other person is mad or sad with them, this doesn’t happen unless you’re genuine friends and really deeply care about one another, but when cress had to chose herself, el did a full 180 and didn’t even have ONE conversation with cress
i think that’s what bothers me the most, the sheer lack of creloise scenes which would have resolved the issue but instead the writers decided that el could only have one (1) female friend, what a tired and old school way of writing
penelope, colin and eloise were supposed to be the heros of the season, the beautiful love story, the team that protects their family and uses their lady whistledown power for good, but to me they were the villains purely for how they treated cressida
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A comment I'm repeatedly seeing (and agreeing with) about Season 4 of the umbrella academy is that the characters actions did very little to impact the plot or overall outcome of the story.
1. Diego and Luther's Eggs and Legs Adventure. What came from this apart from Diego discovering family is important and that Five's boss is evil? I would have loved to see Diego come into his own a bit here. Over the seasons he's wanted to join the police, the commission and the CIA, but it hasn't worked out for him largely because he isn't great at taking instruction or working in that sort of team. It would have been great to see him become a Leader in that CIA office and to showcase his tactical skills. Even if Luther became the rallying heart of this dynamic encouraging people to do what they joined the CIA to do, to help him and his brother to hack systems to find where Gene and Jean, or Beniffer or other crucial players are.
2. Klaus and Alison's Great Escape. Being possessed by a ghost and learning their secrets? Great, use it again. Have dead Jean possess him, use that to gain intel either to sabotage their plan, or to realise that they aren't that different from the keepers. They wanted to get back to their rightful timeline too! Alison's issues some more from her unresolved conflict with her family. She betrayed them, she thinks they resent her. She would try to sacrifice herself for them and Claire so hard at the first opportunity.
3. Lila and Five's Subway Surfing. I am keeping away from large parts of their story, but you can't introduce an Alternate Timeline Subway System and not have it as part of your plot resolution. Sorry, thems the rules.
3a. At the moment of absorption by Bennifer, Five blinks them all to the subway, they live in peace and harmony in one of the safe timelines until they are ready to die, and then they go back to finish sacrificing themselves.
3b. Take all those keepers who want to get back to their rightful timeline, and take them on the subway to find somewhere they'd be happy.
3c. You have established multiple interacting Five's in Max's diner, confirming the scale of alternative timelines with Marigold. (Only some marigold timelines will have Five's as seen with sparrows and Phoenixes) Assuming 50 plus kids in each of those timelines, that's a lot of power that they actually have physical access to.
Hopeless endings are all well and good, but you can't make the characters irrelevant to the entire story as well.
#the umbrella academy spoilers#the umbrella academy#tua#tua s4#luther hargreeves#diego hargreeves#alison hargreeves#klaus hargreeves#ben hargreeves#victor hargreeves#lila hargreeves#the jennifer incident
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Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair - House Rules (as imagined by me)
WELCOME TO THE ADDAMS-SINCLAIR MANOR (APARTMENT 3B.) PLEASE READ.
1) Our doorbell does not work. If you want to enter, you have to yell “HOMOSEXUALS” very loudly and we will admit you at our leisure.
2) No fires. Or perhaps we should reword that and say no more fires, due to the multiple infringements that rule already has. Looking at you, Yoko.
3) If you’re not a Nevermore friend, a family member - NOT Enid’s, please - or someone we’ve paid to bring us food, please leave us alone. Write a note, send a text. We don't need to talk in person.
4) If anyone complains about Enid’s housewide playlist, they will be removed. In other words: Enid Sinclair is a musical genius and you should trust everything she says ever.
5) The following list of people are banned until they meet the outlined terms:
Esther Sinclair and Murray Sinclair = Forever, we simply don’t like you. We make the rules. Sue us.
Tyler Galpin = until he returns my eyeliner. Stop stealing it, you dick.
Yoko Tanaka = until she hands over any incendiaries or potential fire hazards of any kind on her person. No more, Yoko.
6) The same applies for anyone who thinks chocolate milk comes from brown cows, that the earth is flat or that Lady Gaga is not a goddess incarnate. You’re all idiots and we simply don’t have the time for idiots.
7) If you’re a door to door salesman, we don’t want it. Stop selling things. Take your vacuum cleaners and double glazed windows somewhere else. Like Xavier’s house. If you yell ‘XAVIER’S ADDRESS’ at the door, we will give you directions. And no, it’s not secure, but neither are we, so to hell with it all.
8) The one exception to this door to door salesman rule is if you are selling piano music. Enid is teaching Wednesday how to play, and Wednesday refuses to learn anything but music sold by, and I quote, ‘shady salesmen who are potentially also criminals.’ So it's the lucky day for you criminal salesmen. Bring your shit.
9) Finally, please sign the piece of paper. We’ve started a petition to persuade Bianca to ask Yoko out on a date. We need signatures. Please, join the cause.
10) If you have any issues with these rules, please feel free to give any queries or criticism to the complaints team (your nearest bonfire.)
Thank you for your time.
#wait_no on ao3#fanfiction#wednesday 2022#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#wenclair#wednesday x enid#house rules#wednesday headcanons#wednesday and enid#wednesday#wednesday netflix
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If you had to field a baseball team of Persona characters, who's on the team in what positions?
i'm gonna handicap myself a bit by restricting this to 3-5 party members
Catcher: Makoto Niijima. She's got a strong core, a keen eye, and a sharp mind. Textbook field general; can see plays unfolding before the ball even leaves the pitcher's hand. Low on the batting order, but underestimate her at your own peril.
First Base: Junpei Iori. The only canonical baseball player on the roster. We all know Junpei can slug with the best of them but he never struck me as a great fielder, but he's great for morale so at 1B he goes. A little gung-ho at times but a tremendous clubhouse presence.
Second Base: Yu Narukami. Great infield leader, always ready to cover any gaps in the field and can turn a double play like nobody's business. Middle of the lineup but swinging a big-ass sword translated well to batting power. Synonymous with the team and loyal to the name on the front of his jersey.
Shortstop: Yusuke Kitagawa. Lanky and freakishly agile, unreal eye for exit angles, turns the 2B-3B gap into a brick wall. Not a power hitter but an ideal leadoff man with a gift for getting on base.
Third Base: Ryuji Sakamoto. Not as agile as he used to be but still an exceptional fielder, known for fast-twitch reaction time and throwing rockets to 1B. Absolutely nasty power hitter.
Left Field: Chie Satonaka. Lightning-fast fielder and an absolute ball hawk; will rob any low-flying homer she sees before you've even made it to first. Lower on the order but a Rickey Henderson-esque baserunner, frequently subs in as a pinch runner.
Center Field: Aigis. Inhumanly rangy and has a literal cannon for an arm. Would gladly cover the entire outfield if they let her. Needs to be put in "sport mode" to prevent her from literally flying to catch live balls.
Right Field: Kanji Tatsumi. An occasionally clumsy fielder but ready to back up first base at all times and can get the ball anywhere on the field in a blink. Unreal slugging percentage. Designed the uniforms.
Designated Hitter: Shinjiro Aragaki. Not much of a fielder as he prefers to keep his hands in his pockets, so he's on the roster as the DH. Dangerously strong cleanup man and particularly lethal in October. His hits sound like gunshots.
Starting Pitcher: Goro Akechi. A master of playing cat-and-mouse with opposing batters, with a near-psychotic obsession with winning. Switches his throws up just when you think you've got him figured out and revels in the thrill of psyching out his opponents. Occasionally just plunks guys because he feels like it.
Closer: Yukiko Amagi. Known to perplex batters with her odd mannerisms on the mound, but don't let that distract you from the fact that she throws absolute heat. An integral supporting player and always reliable in the clutch.
Manager: Fuuka Yamagishi. A brilliant mind for the intricacies of the game and a loyal, compassionate clubhouse leader. Knows exactly what adjustments to make in order to knock opposing teams down.
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found family cherik fics?
There are a lot a lot of found family fics so I'm just giving you a tiny selection, Anon. Definitely go to Ao3 and look for stories with the 'families of choice' tag for tons more!
The O(l)dd Couple by winterhill
Futurefic, fixit, fluff. In public, Erik and Charles are immensely powerful and charismatic world leaders. In private, they're a pair of stubborn old men.
this is only now (where do we go from here) by thebodyeclectic (series)
From this prompt on the 1stclass_kink meme: Modern AU, where an older Alex (in his mid twenties?) somehow figures out/recieves the news that, no, his younger brother didn't die in the crash like he'd been told, and then sets out to find him. The catch is, Scott's been adopted and adores his 'dad', who is incidentally the adorkable Hank McCoy.
and now you will not be alone any more by pocky_slash
Erik gives driving, sewing, and cooking lessons, soothes nightmares, bolsters self-esteem, and still can't figure out why Charles keeps smiling at him like that.
nothing quite like family by lavenderlotion
He cared for all his students, of course, but there was nothing quite like family.
Love Runs Out by ikeracity
Hammer Bay, one of the most mutant-friendly apartment buildings in all of Manhattan and affectionately nicknamed the Hub by its residents, is home to an eclectic mix of families, broke college students, scientists, artists, and high school dropouts. Charles Xavier, new arrival to apartment 3K, catches the attention of everyone on the third floor but he only has eyes for one: cranky author Erik Lehnsherr who lives directly across the hall in 3B.
Jail Break by blarfkey (first of a series)
It's totally normal in Suburban America for the dad to pick up his rebellious teenager from jail, right? Even when it's the Pentagon instead of the local police station, and your dad is a Mutant Supremacist Assassin and America's Most Wanted who didn't post bail so much as murdered all the guards?
Whatever. Peter will take what he can get at this point, even if it means the most painfully awkward road trip in the history of the universe.
Generation X by SOABA (first of a series)
The third of December, nineteen sixty-two. The day that Charles Xavier’s world was completely and irrevocably turned on its head.
“I’ve run the tests multiple times, Professor,” Hank said, fiddling with his lab coat, “The results are conclusive. You’re pregnant.”
No Yesterdays On the Road by pocky_slash (first of a series)
It's been two months since Cuba and things are settling down for Charles, Erik, and the beginnings of their mutant school. Right up until Charles disappears, that is. Faced with the possibility that a bitter Emma Frost has kidnapped Charles, Erik is forced to team up with Moira to hunt down the remainder of the Hellfire Club. From there, they hope to locate Frost and retrieve Charles, without killing each other along the way.
(Or: Erik and Moira Drive Across the Country and Talk About Their Feelings.)
Majesty At My Doorstep by emperors_girl (first of a series)
Alex is not the kind of kid who lives in houses with white picket fences. Alex is the kind of kid who’s had seven placements in five years. He was never, ever going to be able to stay.
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is this a safe place to rpf for a moment
(for the record i have a “this stays on tumblr with my mutuals and in my dreams” stance with rpf heheh don’t tap the glass etc. it’s fun to think about and giggle and kick my feet. thinking about archetypes and stories and dynamics and romance yippee)
i just think it is bonkers BONKERS that cal and logan are Like That. like on a fundamental level it’s crazy.
adversarial coworkers who get on eachother’s nerves despite having to work together for the betterment of the team (and it’s not even random positions like RF/3B or something, it is pitcher/catcher which is the most intertwined psychosexual shit you can watch on tv for free) until their relationship gets so strained that they have to sit down and have a long talk in the locker room and get their grievances out in the open (???). and slowly they start to work together and cooperate and put aside their own baseball-nerd-fueled stubbornness and find a flow. and their baseball nerd brains work together and become a duo. and they become friends, too. and roommates! (???) and they get called up during the same season to the same team and share a rookie season. like the FOUNDATION is actually crazy. that’s the premise of a romcom. and then they are like that on our tv every single game. the mound visits and the post game interviews and the commercials. logan riding shotgun in the big dumper trucking truck. like….?
and hey. sorry. the fact that uhhhhhh logan never calls his pitches and cal calls every pitch and they are Like That about it. cal sits on his knees all game staring logan down from 60.5ft away until logan throws the pitch he wants. and he will!! and when logan can’t execute, cal walks over to the mound and they talk about GOD KNOWS WHAT. probably cal is very stern but supportive bc that’s his favorite guy. and his favorite guy needs to be told what to d- *gunshot* well.🙂🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨 SORRY but that’s what they are doing out there. it’s psychosexual and also very sweet :)
and sometimes they let us watch that happen on tv!!! forever grateful 🙏
#watching the yankees royals game doing mariners rpf in my head#sorry but why are they like that#ok to rb! just put it below the break so ppl didn’t have to read my ramblings if they didn’t want to LOL
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progress report #10
happy october!! progress report #10 is out!!! it can be found here
first things first, we have a picture of andrew and ashley back at the café they were at in episode two!! the npcs look very silly here, and i didn’t even notice that these similar shapes showed up last progress report. i wonder why they go back here?? is it for the cult?? i can see the potential there, since we’ve seen them with a different cultist in a previous progress report
this area is also close to where they murdered someone and left the body to rot, so it seems strange to me that they’d come back here!
next, we get to have a peek once again at andrew and ashley’s acting skills!! at least, i assume they’re acting, because andrew has his “most normal guy” “people pleaser” expression on here. this is now the second time that ashley has “pretended” to be dating andrew in public, which is totally normal behavior for a normal brother and sister. i do really enjoy seeing their shenanigans, and i’m so so glad that we’re getting to see them cross The Incest Line over and over again
kit9 says that due to the game’s sort of messy roadmap, “it has become increasingly difficult to maintain the current reporting format.” they’ve decided that this is the last progress report, but not the last post from kit9 studios
[id. text that says “Posts will now be some variation or mix of things such as teaser content, major announcements, surveys, responses, and sometimes author commentary, if time permits.” end id.]
nemlei finally found a spot to split episodes 3A and 4, but says there’s still a “delivery dilemma” that needs to be worked out!!
there’s a summary of the dilemma as follows:
Author - Recap and Survey
Previously on Progress Report...
Episode 3A far exceeds the estimated playtime (6 hours and counting).
Episode 3A is split in two to alleviate the discrepancy between episode sizes, creating Episode 4.
Episode 3A and 4 are still meant to be shipped together to provide a conclusive narrative experience.
Team considers releasing 3A alone to keep the game alive.
Author refuses, as Episode 3A ends on a cliffhanger no matter where it's cut.
Author flip-flops between releasing 3A alone, versus forcing everyone to wait until the entirety of the branch is complete.
Decision is reached that if the audience wants to torture themselves with a cliffhanger, let them.
[YOU ARE HERE!]
nemlei encourages those who can to answer whether or not they want episodes 3A and 4 to be released together, or to have episode 3A released without episode 4 (with a huge cliffhanger!!) for the sake of keeping the game ���active.” the discussion thread can be found here!!
throughout this, there is no mention of episode 3B. poor little episode 3B… i really really wonder what’s going on in 3A and 3B for 3A to be significantly longer than 3B, apparently. 3A has a six hour playtime and it’s not even entirely finished!!!
finally, we have another episode preview!! this one is titled “Be Nice”
here we see andrew and ashley in a dream plus demon realm. the demon dreamscape. the dreamonscape, if you will.
i’m thinking this is from the friendship burial route… burial, because ashley is once again reassuring herself that they’re getting along. in decay, ashley isn’t as unsteady in her relationship with andrew, and he’s much colder to her. i don’t think decay andrew would say he doesn’t mind giving ashley a hug, or say that he’s always nice to ashley, as this andrew does
with (the player, as) ashley choosing “the sane option” in her dream in episode two, she signals to him and to us that his romantic affection for her isn’t what she wants. obviously she wants his attention and affection, but she doesn’t return his romantic feelings in friendship burial. he sees that she doesn’t want a romantic relationship with him, and tries to interact with her without the romantic connotations of his actions, like kissing her head. she notices the change, as we see, and feels uneasy about that change for several reasons, but it’s a step in the Morally Correct and Healthy direction for both of them!!
i could be wrong, though :3
i don’t know why, if this were romance burial, andrew would refrain from kissing her head. it could be because of the hex that the unknown entity put on him, i guess, since we still don’t really know what’s going on with that (besides seeing andrew’s little soul running around in the dreamonscape). but, if they indicated to each other that they’re interested romantically in each other, why wouldn’t he kiss her head?? kiss her head, andrew. you know you want to. nothing is stopping you. kiss your little sister’s head.
overall, some pretty good progress reporting this time around!! it’s a shame that kit9 is fizzling them out two months short of a year of progress reports, but we’ll still be getting teasers and updates from them, so i’m not too put-out about it!!
see you next month!!
#tcoaal#the coffin of andy and leyley#devlog#tcoaal progress report#coffin.txt#happy coffinversery to me
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Who is...Theresa Cassidy | Siryn? - A Reading Guide
Theresa "Terry" Cassidy is an X-Men affiliated mutant from Marvel Comics first introduced in 1980. Terry is the daughter of Sean Cassidy (Banshee) and was raised by Tom Cassidy (Black Tom Cassidy) and Cain Marko (Juggernaut). She possesses her father's super-sonic scream and a hypnotic voice. Terry is most known for her affiliation with teams like X-Force and X-Factor, and having taken on the mantle of the ancient goddess, the Morrigan, in the 2010s.
Terry's central story deals with topics that may be triggering such as alcoholism, infant death (X-Factor 2005), and suicide (X-Factor 2020). These are all central themes to her story across the years, if you struggle with triggers related to these topics please proceed with caution and make sure to take care of yourself.
Reading list under the cut!
Crime and Muir Island
Terry's appearances open with her as a criminal alongside Black Tom Cassidy and the Juggernaut. Her heart, however, was not in it, and Tom helped her to reunite with her father, Sean, and Terry then split her time between her father's home and the Muir Island Mutant Research Facility.
Spider-Woman (1978) #37-38 Uncanny X-Men (1981) #148 Fallen Angels (1987) #1-8 Marvel Comics Presents (1988) #43D Uncanny X-Men Annual (1986) #15A X-Factor (1986) # Annual 6A Uncanny X-Men (1981) #278 X-Factor (1986) #69 Uncanny X-Men (1981) #280
X-Force
Terry initially joined X-Force to stop her former father-figures, Tom and Cain, from bombing the World Trade Center but stayed with the team for its entire duration. While on the team Terry would become deputy leader, and with the help of Warpath would recover from alcoholism. Towards the end of the team's tenure Terry lost her voice and subsequently her powers- and would regain her voice/powers (bad), lose them again, and then regain her voice/powers again (good) with the help of her recurring romantic mistake, Deadpool.
X-Force (1991) #3 Spider-Man (1990) #16 X-Force (1991) #4-7, 9, 11-15 X-Cutioner’s Song X-Force (1991) #19, 21-26, Annual 2, 27-28 Cable (1993) #5, 7-8 X-Force (1991) #29-33 New Warriors (1990) #46 X-Force (1991) #34, Annual 3B Cable (1993) #14 X-Force (1991) #35-36, 38-41 Deadpool (1994) #1-4 X-Force (1991) #42-44, 46-50 X-Force and Cable '95 (1995) #1A X-Force (1991) #51-58 X-Force and Cable '96 (1996) #1A X-Force (1991) #59-61 Deadpool (1997) #2-5 X-Force (1991) #63-71 Deadpool (1997) #12 X-Force (1991) #72-84 Generation X (1994) #44 X-Force/Champions Annual '98 (1998) #1 X-Force (1991) #85-91, 99-100 Wolverine (1988) #154-155 Deadpool (1997) #56, 61
X-Corps and X-Corporation
Despite what the name might suggest, these are in fact different things. Terry's father, Sean, formed the paramilitary X-Corps, which was frankly a disaster that had to be reigned in by the X-Men, leaving Sean wounded. Terry joined X-Corporation, a secret branch of the X-Men who operated internationally.
New X-Men (2001) #128, 130 Domino (2003) #3 (just at the beginning) Cable and Deadpool (2004) #15-18 X-Men: Deadly Genesis (2006) #6 (Sean is buried in this issue and Terry is present for the funeral in one panel at the end, important for her character)
X-Factor Investigations
Following the events of M-Day, Terry would join X-Factor Investigations and restart her relationship with Jamie Madrox that had first started back on Muir Island. During this period of time, Terry and Jamie lose their baby, and Terry will come to take on the mantle of the Morrigan.
X-Factor (2005) #1-19, 21A-39, 41-44, 46-50 Nation X: X-Factor (2010) #1 X-Factor (2005) #200, 205-209, 211-213, 217-219, 221-224-228, 230, 233-235, 237-239, 241, 243-244, 262
Krakoa
After disappearing from comics for around 6-7 years following becoming an ancient Irish sovereignty, war, and death deity- Terry, like many mutants, came back on the mutant island nation of Krakoa. Things were not quite paradise here for her courtesy of some things with her dad (not his fault this time)- and also Leah Williams' complete bastardization of the Morrigan arc (in X-Factor 2020) which was literally Terry's last appearances, how fucking hard is it to read like 5 issues of comics Leah? How fucking hard could it possibly be? Terry has less than 300 appearances, get it together.
House of X (2019) #6 Hellions (2020) #1 X of Swords: Creation (2020) #1 X-Factor (2020) #4-10 (THIS IS LEAH WILLIAMS' AWFUL MORRIGAN ARC, BUT IT HAS TERRYLORNA CRUMBS AND REMEMBERS THAT SHATTERSTAR AND TERRY ARE CLOSE WHICH IS THE ONLY REASON IT'S EVEN READABLE) X-Men Unlimited Infinity Comic (2021) #26 X-Men: Hellfire Gala Confessionals Infinity Comic (2022) #1 X-Men Unlimited Infinity Comic (2021) #50-55
After the Fall
Krakoa fell apart (as all things run by Charles Xavier do), and things are ROUGH for mutants now. We find Terry now imprisoned by the anti-mutant terrorist organization, Orchis, in the Greymalkin Prison.
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Wolverine: First Class (2008) #6, 16 (there's no clear place for these in continuity OR in Terry's established backstory, but it's cute and supposedly 616 so it's here)
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S3 last eps fix - 3B predictions
As I anticipated the last eps of the season were the most "shippers", even though they were far from what we woulda wished them to be.
And that is why they were the longest, because the meat of the season was there.
The day of the premiere I skipped straight to ep 10 before watching the whole thing and saw the Funeral dinner which I didn't know was a Funeral service at the time, saw Carmy crying and then Syd's panic attack, then I saw the fucking last scene and was left feeling that it was all about S4, without even knowing S3 part B was a thing.
Now, after having watched S3 fully, done a partial re-watch and multiple analyses of the pivotal scenes, and finding out about 3B, I can safely say that Syd is not going anywhere and will sign The Bear's agreement. We will not see much more of Shapiro going forward although I would love to see Carmy ripping his head off for trying to poach Syd and I'd love Syd to see that and appreciate it for what it is, not just possessiveness, but also love. Anyway, that will not solve our problems in 3B, nor will it ensure a Sydcarmy development right away.
I still feel S4 is Sydcarmy territory, as I always thought but now I can foresee us actually getting "joy" in 3B, just like JAW said in an interview. We will have another under-the-table vibe kinda moment. That's for sure. We will have what they deprived us of, a hopeful cliffhanger.
The reason is that Shapiro is the wild card and S3 was the sleight of hand of the whole arc of the show as Storer told us repeatedly throughout S3.
Not 100% sure yet when 3B will be released, I hope that by March 2025. Anyway, whenever they decide to do it, those were supposed to be the last eps of S3, not the ones we saw that left us feeling so off.
I have no idea why they decided to go about it this way because even if they tried to make it longer, this was not the way. I still have the strong feeling that the main issues were writing and edition this time around, although I don't understand why, as they even had more time to shoot the same amount of eps they usually shoot in 3 months.
The wedding scene was not included in 3A, so we will see that, which is obviously gonna be Tiff's wedding and we will also get a real reconciliation between Carm and Richie, maybe at the wedding or right after...
These events will cement what from now on I will be calling: TEAM SYDCARMY FOR THE GOLD (TSFTG), that is Syd+Carmy+Richie+Nat+Pete+Jimmy
THOSE ARE THE CHARACTERS THAT WILL MAKE THE SYDCARMY PLOT MOVE FORWARD FROM NOW ON.
And the other team that I haven't named yet, is gonna be: Luca+Claire+TheFaks
Donna is a mystery to me, but she's in a redemption arc, so I will wait it out. I'm pretty sure she will not be TSFTG right away but will eventually embrace that endgame. What I can't put my finger on yet is: is she gonna be on the same team as Claire? I hope not, but I wouldn't be surprised. Let's see...
Ultimately what matters is that when we actually get to see those last eps that shoulda belonged to this season we just watched, we will see that Sydcarmy element we feel this one lacked and this bitter aftertaste will go away.
Stay tuned, I'm still working on it but I haven't really dived in some stuff yet, just the main ones.
Looking forward to getting your feedback on these topics, maybe it will help me figure out some more stuff.
#the bear meta#the bear season 3#the bear season 4#3B#TSFTG#sydcarmy#sydcarmy endgame#presydcarmyluca#luca#sydney amadu#carmy berzatto#the bear#gingerpovs
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