#the music slaps and the plot is interesting. and like I said they do the doomed time shenanigans twistyness fairly well

[grassbreads]

Not thrilled about Vanitas losing his doomed by the narrative character poll, but I've been listening to Woe.Begone for comparison purposes, and at least he lost to a genuinely good competitor.

[yelena-bellova]

Twenty Years Later: Joel Miller x F!Reader - Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: Hands

Plot: Y/n and Joel work to escape the ambush with their lives, sharing an unexpected tender moment after.

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: tlou ep.4 spoilers, language, graphic description of injuries, canon-typical violence, death, blood, guns, knives, insinuated a**ault, (16+)

A/N: THERE WAS ONE BED. Sorry, I’ve been waiting five days to say that. Anyway, this one was super fun to write. As always, this series is 16+ and I will not be tagging anyone unless your age is specified in your bio. Gotta look out for younger eyes 👀

Enjoy, and good luck to all going into tonight’s episode 🙏🏻

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June 6th, 2002. Austin Texas.

Summer in Texas brought a brutal heat, but once the sun set, it was bearable to a point of enjoyment.

Y/n’s fingers drummed anxiously against her steering wheel as she drove to the fairgrounds. If she’d been nervous about her first date with Joel, this was worse. If she couldn’t fit in with the family, there was no point in them going any further. The night had to go well.

She pulled into the dirt parking lot, taking a deep breath before switching off her car. Sarah and her had already gotten along when she’d driven her home. And Tommy already felt like an old friend. Everything would be fine…probably.

Tommy, Joel and Sarah waited at the front of the fair, the latter two peeking through the sea of people for one specific person.

“Can’t tell which one of you’s more excited,” Tommy chuckled, looking between his niece and brother.

“I’m excited,” Sarah replied, standing on her tiptoes to get a better look, “Dad’s nervous.”

“I am not nervous,” Joel stated, his fiddling thumbs over his pockets contradicting his words.

Before Tommy could get in a jab, the three of them spotted Y/n’s head bobbing through crowd. Sarah and Tommy waved wildly, Joel tried to keep his restrained.

“The yellow rose of Texas,” Tommy cheered, beating Joel to give her a hug.

Y/n laughed as Tommy spun her around. “Nice to see you too,” she grinned.

Sarah jumped forward, unable to contain her excitement any longer. “Hi, Y/n!”

“Hey,” Y/n greeted her, unsure whether or not she was supposed to hug her or if it was too much or-

Her excessive thoughts died in thin air as soon as her and Joel’s eyes met.

He sheepishly walked forward, hoping it didn’t seem like he wasn’t enthusiastic about her being there. He was just so fucking nervous.

“Dad,” Sarah piped up, “Doesn’t Y/n look pretty tonight?”

“Yeah,” Tommy added, taking Y/n’s hand and twirling her around, “Better make a move before she realizes she can do better.”

Joel nodded along, “Alright, alright,” he took Y/n’s hand, “Hi.”

“Hi,” she smiled, all her anxiety suddenly seemed worth it.

“Should we get this show on the road?” Tommy asked, slapping his hands together and pulling Sarah along with him.

Joel and Y/n’s fingers stayed interlocked as they walked in.

“She’s been bouncing off the walls all day,” he admitted, “Couldn’t wait to see you.”

Y/n forced a laugh, “You’re doing wonders for my anxiety…”

Joel laughed, sneaking a kiss to Y/n’s temple while his family’s backs were turned.

The night, however, ended up going better than either one of them expected. Sarah was glued to Y/n’s side all night, barely acknowledging her uncle or Joel. She insisted that Y/n sit with her on all the rides, even grabbing her hand on one of the coasters. Y/n made an effort in between attractions to find out Sarah’s interests, finding common ground in music mostly. Joel’s daughter was witty, smart and a downright joy to simply be around.

Joel watched the whole thing, his heart bursting with affection for them both. Under the glow of the carnival lights, he wasn’t sure what he had been so worried about. He had the two most incredible girls in his life and it was crazy to think they wouldn’t get along.

They’d walked nearly the entire fair before Sarah spotted the ferris wheel. “We haven’t done that one yet,” she said, “Y/n?”

“Well, if your dad’s recovered from the tilt-o-whirl,” Y/n shrugged, smiling smugly at Joel.

Joel pointed a finger at Y/n, “Don’t even mention that death contraption.”

The four of them made their way through the line, zigging and zagging. Somewhere along the way, Sarah drifted behind Joel and Y/n to walk alongside Tommy, forcing the two of them together. They filed up the steps and into the cart, expecting Tommy and Sarah to be right behind them.

“Oh,” Sarah put her hands to her stomach, “I’m not feeling great.”

Tommy grabbed his niece’s shoulders with great concern, “Oh, no. Maybe we should go sit you down.”

Joel, though already barred in his seat, tried to stand up. “Sarah, I-“

“You guys go ahead,” she waved her dad off, “I think I just need some water or something.”

“Well, no,” Y/n said, trying to push the bar up, “We can just-“

The wheel creaked to life and began to lift Y/n and Joel up into the air.

“Well, fuck,” Joel muttered, frantically looking around as if he could somehow stop it in motion, “I wonder if it’s somethin’ she ate.”

Y/n peered down, searching out Tommy and Sarah’s forms. She chuckled when she finally spotted them. “Something tells me she’ll live,” she tapped Joel on the shoulder and pointed downwards.

There, back in line for more greasy carnival food, was Sarah, nearly bouncing beside her uncle as they watched Y/n and Joel.

Joel threw his head back in relief and laughter, blindly seeking out Y/n’s hand.

“Your daughter might just be an evil genius,” Y/n smirked.

“She’s diabolical,” Joel replied, turning to face Y/n with a lovesick grin, “She loves you.”

Y/n folded her other hand over Joel’s, “She’s magic. Just pure sunshine.”

“No, I mean,” Joel sat up straighter, “She’s never taken to anyone like she has you. It’s just been us and Tommy her whole life and the way she’s accepted you is just…”

Neither one needed to say it, they could both feel it. Sarah had taken Y/n in like she’d always been there.

“I’m honored,” Y/n beamed.

Joel felt like he was locked in a tractor beam, Y/n’s eyes drawing him in further and further. The two of them startled when the ferris wheel creaked again and they stopped moving, having reached the top of their climb.

“So,” Y/n started, “Did I pass the Miller family test?”

Joel took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her shoulders, dragging her frame closer to him till they were pressed against one another. Y/n interlocked her fingers with his, her stomach nearly in her throat from the closeness.

Joel knew that the next seconds were crucial. If he kissed Y/n, he was signing away his future. There would never be another woman his eyes followed across the room. The room would empty as soon as she walked in. There would never be another first date, sweaty palms and racing heartbeat accompanying. The nerves would morph into different firsts, ones of far more significance. If he gave his heart fully to this woman, it would never again be his.

Joel rubbed a thumb against Y/n’s shoulder and smiled, “Flyin’ colors, Rosebud.”

Y/n was practically glowing, relief radiating out of her. She knew that Sarah was the final puzzle piece to her and Joel, and it had all come together gloriously. There were no more obstacles, there was only them.

Joel’s eyes flickered to Y/n’s lips, the signal that meant something beautiful was about to happen. She held firm, not wanting to move and upset the electricity of the moment. Joel’s head slowly drifted forward, his nose gently sliding against Y/n’s. She couldn’t hide her shaky exhale as their skin finally touched.

Joel allowed a few seconds, for the possibility of her backing out, before letting himself lean in fully and kiss her.

The pure relief that ran through their bodies paralyzed them, their lips pausing as if the commit the feeling to memory. The shock wore off and Y/n pushed her lips deeper against his, seeking out the second kiss. Joel met her, bringing his free hand up to hold her cheek in place. His fingers spread across the side of her face, two brushing against her jawline. It was nearly a lazy kiss, like they knew this was just the first of a million and they could take their time with it.

There, above a sea of noise that faded in their ears, Y/n and Joel felt their uncertainties turn to stone. They were each other’s future.

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2023. Kansas City, Missouri.

The crash could have been worse.

“Ellie?” Y/n panted, reaching blindly behind her.

“I’m okay,” Ellie grabbed hold of Y/n’s arm.

“You’re not hurt, nothin?” Joel asked both of them, his eyes frantically scanning them for injuries.

Ellie shook her head, “I don’t think so.”

“Good,” Y/n confirmed, checking Joel’s face and hands for blood.

Inevitable gunshots began to hit the truck, sending them ducking for cover.

“Belts off,” Joel shouted, “Fast!”

They unbuckled and Ellie crawled out her side of the truck, Y/n and Joel following. Y/n had the good sense to grab her backpack as she slid out. They crouched down behind the truck, Joel reaching back in to grab Y/n and his shotguns.

One of their assailants called out to them, “Let’s see you, motherfucker! Give us your shit, you make it through this! I promise!”

A lie.

Y/n and Joel loaded their guns in preparation. They could fight, but Ellie couldn’t.

Joel spotted a hiding spot through the wall. “Hey,” he caught Ellie’s attention, “You see that hole? Can you squeeze through?”

A couple warning shots caused them all to flinch, Y/n throwing an arm over Ellie’s body instinctively.

“When I say go, you crawl through that wall,” Joel instructed, “And you squeeze through, and you don’t come out until we say, okay?”

A bullet flew through one of the truck’s windows, the shards of glass raining around them. Y/n was directly under its stream, her adrenaline blocked the feeling of the small cuts.

“And they’re not gonna hit you,” Joel kept going, Ellie was already turning in concern towards Y/n, “Look at me!”

“Ellie,” Y/n urged, “Listen to him.”

Ellie turned to Joel, he drove the promise home. “They’re not gonna hit you.”

Another bullet came too close for comfort.

“You stay down, you stay low, you stay quiet,” Joel instructed, trying to give her as much information as possible in an attempt to soothe her fears.

“Mm-hmm,” Ellie nodded, Y/n squeezed her hand for reassurance.

“Okay,” Joel said, looking over to Y/n. The two of them had to be perfectly in sync for the plan to work. Y/n gave a confidant nod and he returned it.

“GO!”

On cue, Ellie began to belly crawl across the floor while Y/n and Joel got to their feet. When one of them took a shot, the other would stay down. They timed their reloads so that someone was always up and firing.

While crouched behind the truck, Y/n glanced over at the hole in the wall, the only thing left visible was Ellie’s leg being pulled through.

“She’s in,” Y/n told Joel, popping up as he went down and firing a shot at one of their attackers.

Joel was making up their escape route on the fly, trying to find a place safe enough to take cover behind. “Come on,” he muttered, leading Y//n behind a large piece of equipment.

Y/n crouched beside Joel, her mind racing with grim possibilites as the crunching of glass came closer. Joel was the better shot, without question, but her fear for Ellie’s life made her much quicker to the trigger. Joel motioned for her to stay down, he would take the shot.

Waiting for their attacker to be in perfect position, Joel rose to his feet and fired a deadly bullet.

Joel exhaled, he’d been holding his breath as they’d lay in waiting. He offered Y/n a hand, which she took, and pulled her to her feet. He went to reload the shotgun, but it had become jammed.

A body burst through the door, barely leaving Joel and Y/n time to react. Joel smacked the butt of his gun into the assailant’s, the almost-fatal shot hitting the ceiling instead. Y/n backed up and took aim, but the man swung around and knocked the shotgun out of her hands. Joel was trying to draw him away from Y/n, but as she went to attack him, she was thrown into Joel and they were backed up against their shelter. They struggled against the man as he tried to shove his gun against their throats.

Even though there were two of them, he quickly overpowered them and pulled them to the floor. He pinned Y/n and Joel down, the rifle big enough to dig into both their throats.

“Now you’re gonna pay, motherfuckers,” he threatened, “What you fuckin’ did, you killed yourself, motherfucker!”

Y/n and Joel began to feel the oxygen drain from their lungs, both of them kicking wildly in a sad attempt to free themselves. The sounds of Y/n’s struggles cut right to Joel’s heart, making him fight harder.

Y/n tried with her remaining strength to push the gun away from them, but without her and Joel at their best, it was fruitless. She gagged, her eyesight was beginning to blur. Their journey couldn’t end here, not like this…

Desperately trying to comfort her in what was assuredly their last moment, Joel’s hand, that was barely brushing Y/n’s, fought to slide a finger over hers. If they were going out, they were going out together.

And then suddenly, the weight lifted from them. Y/n fell onto her side, Joel landing up against her with an arm resting against her convulsing abdomen. They sputtered for air, coughing and hacking as it refilled their chests. Y/n held onto Joel’s arm as she wheezed, gripping him for traction as she tried to draw a true breath.

Joel forced himself up onto his arm, turning around and seeing their salvation came in the form of Ellie and a pistol. He should have known that she wasn’t going to listen…

“No, no, no, no, no,” Joel and Y/n’s attacker cried as Ellie took a step towards him, “It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s over. We’re not fighting anymore.”

Finally gaining enough oxygen to see straight, Y/n leaned up, coming face to face with Ellie. Her heart broke at the sight of her, so young, having been forced to make an irreversible decision.

“I’m gonna go home,” the guilty promised, “I’ll tell everyone you’re good,” he began to cry, “I don’t know what to do. My legs don’t work.”

Joel’s protective arm remained around Y/n the whole time.

“My mom isn’t far,” the man continued to bargain for his life, “If you could get me to her.”

Y/n tapped Joel’s hand, shrugging his arm off as they got to their knees. Joel looked down at their hands, blood smeared on both their palms. The slow stream was coming from the back of Y/n’s hand, the spray of the truck’s glass window had cut her up good.

“We could trade with you guys,” the man tried to reason with a teary-eyed Ellie, “We could be friends. I didn’t know. I’m Bryan, I’m Bryan. What’s your name?”

Joel and Y/n helped each other up, steadying one another as they got to their feet. The sound of their assailant speaking, trying to be friendly to Ellie set Y/n off. She took a threatening step toward him, Joel had to hold her back by her hips.

They turned to Ellie, who looked like she was somewhere between relieved and tortured. Joel held out a hand, silently demanding the gun still shaking in her palm. She handed it over without hesitation.

Bryan had begun to weep behind them, as if that made any difference to the people whose lives he’d been ready to steal. Joel turned slowly, stuffing the gun in his jacket pocket and pulling out his own pistol.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Bryan sniffled, picking up the knife he would have most likely killed Y/n and Joel with and dropping it at their feet, “You can have it. It’s a good knife.”

Joel bent over to pick it up, turning to Ellie after. “Get behind the wall,” he growled.

“No, no, no, no,” Bryan cried, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please, please, we could just talk. I’m sorry! I’m-“

Ellie looked between him and Y/n, who nodded towards the hole as a back up to Joel’s order. Moving mechanically, Ellie hurried back through the hole to the others side of the building.

Bryan continued to beg for mercy, something Joel had been short on for twenty years. Y/n, usually the more reasonable of the two, stood over the sniffling young man, seething. He’d been ready to kill them like they were nothing. He’d have killed Ellie, or worse, taken her and allowed his friends to commit unspeakable acts to her. He didn’t deserve her forgiveness.

Joel didn’t bother asking Y/n for her opinion as he stalked forward. He ignored Bryan’s pleas, the shrieking cries for his mother. As he brought the knife down on him, Y/n turned away, desiring justice but unable to watch its delivery.

When it was over, Joel looked over to Y/n, who was turned towards the wall. He didn’t have time to feel any guilt over causing further damage to their past selves. He made his way over to her and took her hand into his, examining the bloody cuts.

“Window,” she choked out, pulling away from his touch, “I’ll clean it later.”

Joel nodded, there were no other options. “Ellie,” he called out, “We gotta get in there. We can’t fit through.”

“There’s some stuff against the door,” she replied.

“Well, can you move it?” Joel asked.

Y/n and Joel hurried around the back of the laundromat and to the side entrance to the building Ellie was hidden in. They leaned their collective weight against the door, the screech of a desk sliding on the other side. They burst through together, slamming the door shut after.

“Let’s go,” Joel hurried to help Ellie, “Fast.”

The three of them slid the desk back against the door, barricading themselves for the time being. It left them with nothing other than the reality of what happened sinking in on them.

“I’m okay,” Ellie was quick to say, reaching for her pack, “I’m good. I, uh, got some food in here still, and I got your light still.”

“What now?” Ellie asked.

“We go up,” Joel answered, already on the move.

“To get a better look?”

“Hopefully we spot a clear route out,” Joel opened the door that would lead them outside, “Stay close.”

Ellie nodded, “Got it.”

The three of them moved through the back room of the building, daylight greeting them as they found their way outside. Joel led them along the alley, finding cover behind an old car. They could hear the attacker’s calls for Bryan and the subsequent ones of terror when they found his body.

Joel cut across the street, shining his light through the opposite building’s door. Deeming it safe, he gestured for Y/n and Ellie to meet him. They ran through it, closing the door quietly behind them.

“Stairs?” Y/n asked, pulling out her pistol while Joel manned the flashlight.

Joel led them through the dark, the three of them flying up the steps in order to try and seek some vantage point. When they couldn’t find one, they headed back to the first level.

They snaked through holes, doors and carefully across streets, always avoiding whatever noise was just a few blocks over.

Eventually, they landed in a bar with newspapers plastered against the windows. It was the quietest street they’d found yet and safe for the time being. Joel monitored the city through the small chunk of exposed glass as sounds grew closer, watching as trucks and tanks rolled down the street.

Y/n was seated at the table, the first aid kid open and her hand stretched out. There were at least a dozen small shards of glass stuck in her skin, blood slowly trickling around them. It was going to be a bitch getting them out.

“They’re not FEDRA,” Ellie recounted the discussion they’d just had, “They’re not Fireflies. Who are they?”

“People,” Joel answered as he continued to watch.

“Are we okay in here?”

“Yeah, for now, but we gotta keep-“ Y/n’s gasp interrupted her sentence as she poured rubbing alcohol across the back of her hand. “We gotta keep moving,” she strained.

Joel’s attention was drawn away by Y/n’s cry of pain, but he made sure to look back through the window one more time. “Looks like they’re checkin’ out apartment buildings first. But they’ll be comin’ through these places soon enough.”

“So we zig when they zag,” Y/n stated, sanitizing her pair of tweezers.

Joel got up and Ellie took his spot at the window, he moved towards the table.

“There’s a really tall building, like, four blocks away,” Ellie reported.

“Yeah, saw it,” Joel replied.

“So that’s the one?” Ellie asked.

“As soon as we don’t hear a truck,” Joel said, “We move. Fast as we can.”

Joel came to sit across from Y/n, watching as she carefully began to pull pieces of glass from her skin. She was trying her best to hold back tears, her lip trembling as she bit down on it. His fingers practically twitched to help her, telling himself to hold back as much as he could.

Y/n’s hand began to shake as she reached for another shard, whimpering when she accidentally nudged it deeper into the cut.

“Here,” Joel offered, though it was more an order. He held out a hand for the tweezers.

“I’ve got it,” Y/n mumbled wetly, speaking past the lump in her throat.

“I know you do,” Joel replied softly, the softest tone he’d taken with her in twenty years. He looped his fingers through the vice-like grip she had on her tool, gently pulling it down to the table. “Here.”

Y/n was in too much pain to fight, and she knew Joel would get it done quick. She allowed him to take her injured hand into his, the sensation of his touch against her palm sending a jolt through them both.

Joel worked with precision, carefully pulling each shard out of each cut. Y/n would let out a small whine every once in a while, but he didn’t stop to look at her. The faster he moved, the faster her pain would end.

Y/n tried to focus on anything, anything other than the pain. That thing ended up being Joel’s hands. The rough callouses against her wrist, the occasional brush of his knuckle as he worked, the length of his fingers in comparison to hers. In the heat of misery, she couldn’t see what a dangerous place her mind was in. All she could see was Joel.

Once he was done, Joel collected the bloody shards in a piece of gauze and stuck them in the first aid kit. They couldn’t leave any trail. Y/n reached into the box and pulled out a bandage roll. Joel placed a large gauze pad over the back of her hand and unrolled the spool. He pulled Y/n’s hand closer to him across the table, lifting it up as he wrapped it in the material. He handled her with all the delicacy he could muster.

Y/n watched him wrap her hand, thinking of the last time he’d been this soft with her. For as rough around the edges as Joel had always been, there was a tenderness that had only ever been reserved for her and Sarah. To feel it again was to travel twenty years into the past, to feel their fingers intertwine as they laid in bed or walked down the street…

She almost forgot about her anger, just for a moment.

Joel secured the bandage and gently set her hand back on the table. They peered up at one another, the cautious look in their eyes saying more than their lips ever could.

“Thank you,” Y/n muttered.

Joel simply nodded, retracting his hands back into his sides. Reintroducing the feel of Y/n’s skin was dangerous, muscle memory was sure to seek out and seek more and more of it. He balled up his fists and set them in his lap.

Settled, Y/n glanced over at Ellie, who was seated against the wall with her knees to her chest. With a minute of calm on their side, they were all trying to deal with what had happened after the crash.

“Are you guys okay?” Ellie asked.

Y/n held up her bandaged hand, one side of her mouth twitching upwards.

“I’m all right,” Joel answered, looking anywhere but at Ellie as he struggled, “Are you…all right?”

“Yeah,” Ellie mumbled quickly.

Joel fiddled with his hand, there was a duality to him he didn’t know how to properly function out of. Twenty years of burying your feelings could leave you severely impaired by the time you needed to access them again.

“Thing is, I didn’t hear that guy comin’,” he sighed.

“Neither of us did,” Y/n looked up, her and Joel’s eyes meeting again in mutual guilt.

Joel turned back to Ellie, “You shouldn’t have had to…you know.”

“Well, you’re glad I did, right?” Ellie asked, needing reassurance that she’d done the right thing.

Good and bad were so muddled, post-pandemic. Y/n was glad she’d kept her life, but it came at the expense of another piece of Ellie’s innocence. What was she supposed to say?

“Thing is, you’re just a kid,” Joel said for the both of them, “You shouldn’t know what it means to…” he diverted his eyes, desperately searching for the magic words to make her feel any better, “It’s not like you killed him. But shootin’ or…” he sighed, “I know what it’s like, first time that you, uh, hurt someone like that.”

Y/n stayed quiet, unable to watch Joel’s painful attempt. She knew the moment he was referring to, and it hadn’t been the dick in the bar all those years ago.

“If you, uh,” Joel tried, stuttering on consonants after, “I’m not good at this.”

“Yeah,” Ellie numbly agreed, “You really aren’t.”

“I mean it was my fault,” Joel rushed out, glancing over to Y/n, “Our fault. You shouldn’t have had to,” he made sure to look in Ellie’s eyes, “And I’m sorry.”

“I am too,” Y/n added, her throat nearly clogging up.

Ellie soaked in their words, hurriedly wiping away at the tears welling in her eyes. It only made Joel and Y/n feel worse about their mistake.

“It wasn’t my first time,” Ellie spoke up, not looking in either of their directions.

While they were both emotionally guarded, Y/n was the more available between her and Joel. Her heart still beat for those in need. She got up from the table and came to Ellie, sliding down the wall until she was sitting next to her. She didn’t reach out, she just wanted Ellie to know that she wasn’t alone.

Joel’s way of showing he cared bled through in the way he protected. If he could ensure his people were safe, he could breathe easier.

He got down on his knees in front of Ellie, unloading her pistol from his pocket and handing it back to her.

“Show me your grip,” he said, “Finger off the trigger.”

Ellie held up the gun, barely concealing her joy at finally getting to learn.

“Now who taught you that?” Joel asked.

“FEDRA school,” she answered.

“Figures,” he muttered, Y/n scoffed alongside him. He maneuvered Ellie’s fingers, “Your thumb over your thumb. Left hand squeezes down on the right.”

Y/n reached out with her good hand, tucking one of Ellie’s stray fingers in. “Pinkies in,” she smirked, “There’s no princesses here.”

“There you go,” Joel sat back, “Look it.”

He tugged on the gun, trying to pull the gun from Ellie’s grip, but it held. She giggled as he yanked her forward.

“Okay?” Joel said sternly.

Ellie nodded, a smile still painted across her face.

Joel loaded the cartridge back into the weapon and safely handed it back to Ellie, who went to stuff it in her pocket.

“Uh-uh,” Joel shook his head, “You put it in your pack. You’ll shoot your damn ass off.”

Y/n turned her head away and snickered, still not wanting to give Joel the satisfaction of getting a laugh out of her. Joel got to his feet and extended a hand out to her. Y/n begrudgingly took it and let him pull her up.

Noting that outside had gone quiet, Joel nodded towards the door. Him and Y/n headed over and began ripping off the rotten wood boards nailed over the entrance. They had one clean shot at the high rise, they couldn’t make any missteps.

They paused when Ellie approached, both of them wanting her to trust that they’d get her to safety.

“We’re gonna be okay,” Y/n said, trying to make herself believe it too.

“I know,” Ellie muttered, the levity of the past moment having disappeared.

Joel and Y/n’s gazes met, neither one sure of what there was to say. They were developing their language through their silence, the nail biting seconds between safety and risking their lives. It was a level they had never connected on, because there had never been a need.

“Let’s go,” Y/n said softly.

Inhaling, Joel opened the door and they filed out into the empty street, bolting for the building they hoped would shelter them…

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The journey to the high rise didn’t go as easy as they’d hoped, having to dip and duck into abandoned shops and restaurants. With the dark having blanketed them on the way, their arrival felt like an even bigger win when they got there.

There was the small task of getting in to the building.

Joel, Ellie and Y/n stared up at the vent that would grant them access to unlock the door.

“Alright, short stack,” Y/n announced to Ellie, “You’re up.”

Ellie, eager to be a part in any way she could, stepped forward. Joel nabbed a loose piece of wood resting against the wall and handed it to her.

“We’ll brace you,” Joel said, “Be careful going through, could be a long drop.”

“Got it,” Ellie nodded.

Joel bent down, locking his hands together. “You’re just gonna put your foot there,” he instructed.

“Okay,” Ellie breathed. Y/n was standing by, waiting to be needed.

“One, two,” Joel counted before lifting Ellie up.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” the girl said, panicked. Y/n jumped in and steadied her hips.

“Straighten up,” Joel directed, “I got you.”

Ellie stiffened her body, getting traction in the safety of Y/n and Joel’s arms, and rammed the wood into the vent. It clattered to the building’s floor. Joel and Y/n helped thread her through the hole, dusting off their hands after.

“Okay, I’m in,” Ellie called.

“Take a look around first,” Joel told her, the sound of her sneakers hitting the floor defiantly, “Ellie!”

“Come on,” Y/n grumbled, following the clattering noises Ellie made straight to the door. It swung open.

“Where would you be without me, huh?” Ellie asked proudly.

“By now, Wyoming,” Joel replied as he and Y/n walked through.

“Oh, yeah,” Ellie admitted, “Walked into that one.”

They carefully made their way through the mess-ridden building, it looked like it had once been a loading dock. A stray car, multiple signs on the walls with instructions and packing materials scattered across the floor.

“All right, we’ll make our way up,” Joel laid out the plan, “And come morning, I’ll take a look at the city and find our way out.”

Y/n walked ahead and pushed open the door that led to the stairs, Joel shining his light behind her.

“We’re going up 42 flights?” Ellie asked.

“45,” Joel answered, flicking the light upward to reveal the dauntingly tall structure, “But no, not all the way.”

“How far then?” Y/n asked.

Joel heavily sighed, “As far as I can make it.”

Ellie laughed while Y/n rolled her eyes, their fate was to be determined by Joel’s knees.

The cockiness should have been saved for later, or ignored entirely.

After the tenth flight, Y/n was huffing and puffing along with Joel. Years of fighting and manual labor hadn’t been kind to either of them, but the day’s exhausting circumstances weren’t helping.

“Not so easy, is it?” Joel quipped, following Y/n’s panting, hunched over form.

“Fuck…” Y/n drew a deep breath as she turned another corner, “You…Miller.”

“Hey, you know that guy who said he was hurt?” Ellie asked, changing the subject, “How did you guys know it was an ambush?”

Joel and Y/n paused on their respective steps, feeling weight drop on them for different reasons.

“I can’t speak for him,” Y/n answered, drawing a breath, “But when I made my way up to Boston, there were all sorts of people trying all sorts of things. Stories get through the QZ too. People saying that they lost loved ones to raiders…” Y/n shook her head, “It’s a fucking disgusting business.”

Joel almost grimaced, resting against the railing. How the hell was he supposed to answer now?

“I’ve been on both sides,” he admitted, “It was a long time ago, we did what we needed to survive.”

“You and Tess?” Ellie asked.

“And the people we were with,” Joel continued, not knowing which bit of what he was about to say would affect Y/n more, “My brother, too.”

Y/n was braced against the railing, gripping the bar so tight she knew her knuckles were white. Joel was different now, a completely transformed man from the one she’d known. She had watched him kill, torture and separate entirely from his heart. But much like when he beat up the FEDRA guard back in the QZ, there was a part of her that didn’t want to believe the man she’d loved was fully gone.

Maybe it was inevitable. Maybe no one could stay pure in a world of bloodshed.

“Did you kill innocent people?”

Ellie’s question gave Y/n the burst of energy she needed to get up the next flight of stairs and she fled the conversation

The thing about knowing someone better than you know yourself is that the connection is forever. No matter how many changes either person goes through, no matter how much life beats them down and time rusts them…there are inherent pieces of their personality that remain the same. In each footstep that carried Y/n up the stairs, Joel felt the shame of his past choices ache a little more inside his soul. Somewhere, six layers underneath her bitterness, lay the heart of a woman who wouldn’t naturally hurt a fly. And here he was, having undergone a hideous transformation that could have given fairytales a run for their money.

If Y/n was a gentle sweep of rain, Joel was a hurricane, bringing death and destruction wherever he went.

“C’mon,” he said to Ellie, the only answer he could manage.

They climbed a little longer before Joel called out to Y/n, one flight above them. “Stop.”

Y/n paused, reluctantly descending to meet them where they were. Joel opened the door to their designated floor, out of breath and willpower.

“Holy shit,” Ellie breathed, short on oxygen, but better than Y/n or Joel.

Joel backed up against the wall, sliding down to the floor in exhaustion. “Yeah.”

“Thirty three floors,” Ellie continued cheerily, “That’s good.”

Y/n was bent over, bracing herself against her knees as she tried to catch her breath.

“It’s gonna have to be,” Joel panted.

Ellie extended a hand to him, “Come on.”

“Gimme a minute,” he complained, he wasn’t even sure he could move.

Ellie wasn’t having any of it, she knew what would motivate Joel. “Get up, you lazy ass.”

Y/n snorted, earning a glare from Joel. She didn’t shy away from staring back at him.

Joel reached up and took Ellie’s outstretched palm, “Lazy ass,” he grumbled, walking past both girls, “Fifty six years old, you little shit.”

Ellie laughed, Y/n patting her on the back as she walked past.

Joel grabbed a fire extinguisher from the wall and rammed it into the glass door of one of the apartments. He let Y/n and Ellie in first before entering himself.

“Oh, sweet,” Ellie exclaimed, dropping her backpack in the middle of the room, “There’s a couch.”

“Hallelujah,” Y/n replied, setting her bag down as well, while Ellie began rounding up the cushions.

Joel pulled out a drawer form one of the cabinets, carefully collecting the glass shards he’d created and shaking them across the floor. Y/n acknowledged it was a good idea, a makeshift alarm system, while she helped Ellie build their beds.

“Joel,” Ellie called, confused as to what she was watching. He didn’t reply. “Joel…”

Y/n spoke up, “Joel.”

He turned quickly, “What?”

“What are you doing?” Ellie asked.

“I don’t want someone sneakin’ up on us while we’re sleepin’,” he explained.

“Oh,” Ellie elongated, “I get it. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Are you sure you’re gonna hear it?”

“Of course I’ll hear it,” Joel replied, impatiently, “That’s the damn point.”

“Okay,” Ellie said, laying down on her couch cushion bed.

The dilemma Y/n faced was simple: two beds, three people. The easiest thing was to share with Ellie, which she was on her way to do when Ellie starfished, blocking any extra room she had.

“Come on,” Y/n urged, nudging the bottom cushion with her boot, “I’m exhausted.”

“There’s a perfectly good bed over there,” she nodded towards Joel’s section of the floor.

The ex-lover’s eyes met, panic in their gazes.

“Absolutely not,” Y/n stated, turning back to Ellie.

“Why?” Ellie replied, faux innocence in her tone and a smirk on her face, “Shouldn’t be a problem if you two are getting along.”

Every part of Y/n’s body wanted to jump through the apartment’s window and take her chances leaping to her death. Anything was preferable to sharing a bed with Joel again.

Joel felt the same way, he didn’t need to feel any more confused around Y/n than he already was. Laying beside her again would just be another punishment from some higher power.

“I’ll take the floor,” Joel reluctantly offered.

“What, so we have to listen to you complain about your back all day?” Y/n replied, “No, I’ll take the floor.”

“You’re gonna be fuckin’ miserable if you do,” Joel brought up, “And you’ll slow us down.”

Y/n paused, taking a deep breath, trying to get over herself enough to realize Joel was right. They both needed rest.

“Fine,” she conceded, “Back to back.”

Joel nodded, the two of them kneeling down beside the cushions and balling up their jackets.

It was an awkawrd dance, trying to maneuver themselves onto the narrow bed without touching too much. Y/n had to wiggle around, clinging to the edge of the cushion so she wouldn’t fall off. Inevitably, the entirety of their bodies ended up pressed together like magazine pages. Twenty years ago, it was the moment where one of them would flip over and wrap their arms around the other as they drifted off to sleep. Now, they lay stiff as boards, trying not to set off any memories or sensations.

“Well, goodnight,” Ellie said, comfortably curled up in a ball.

“Yeah, goodnight,” Joel grunted.

“Goodnight,” Y/n was facing Ellie and her smirk, “You little shit.”

Joel shut his eyes, trying to force himself to fall asleep quickly. But there was an unfinished part of his day that he couldn’t let go of.

“Ellie,” he called.

“Yeah?”

“When we were talkin’ about hurtin’ people,” he recalled, “What did you mean it wasn’t your first time?”

Ellie stiffened, rolling over onto her back, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Y/n watched the girl’s countenance change, for as much as they’d gotten to know each other the last few weeks, they didn’t actually know anything. There was blood on both their hands and Ellie wanted the dark of night to hide hers. Y/n couldn’t blame her.

“All right,” Joel conceded, only for a second, before rolling over on his other side. Y/n could feel him shift and knew he was trying to face Ellie. She flipped onto her back so he could see across the room.

“You don’t have to,” Joel continued, trying to keep his body as compact as possible, “Just sayin’…it isn’t fair, your age…havin’ to deal with all this.”

Y/n tried to steady her inhale, Joel’s warm breath fanned over her face, setting her nerve endings alight. The window idea was looking better and better…

Ellie turned her head to face the adults, “So it gets easier when you get older?”

“It never gets easier,” Y/n spoke up, attempting to release some of the pressure inside her from her own sins, “It just…you shouldn’t have to deal with this stuff yet.”

Joel’s eyes traveled over Y/n’s face, seeing all the pieces of her he couldn’t recognize. There were two decades of her life he had been absent for. Just as he carried stories and scars earned over time, she did too. It still hurt to see her hurt.

“The reason I asked whether you’d hear the glass or not,” Ellie flipped over to face Joel and Y/n, “Is ‘cause I’ve noticed you don’t hear too well from your right side. Is it cause you were shot there?”

Y/n twisted her head to get a look at Joel’s ear. She’s gathered enough information to make an educated guess, but years of fighting had taught her that it took more than one bullet to take out someone’s hearing.

Joel glanced down at Y/n, their breaths mingling in the small space left between them. It would have been so easy to lean down, or even just touch her cheek. Such intimacies belonged in their past life, but Joel could feel his resolve slipping with each second he spent in bed with her.

Y/n felt the draw too. She felt weak for admitting that through her anger, she was still as drawn to Joel as she had been the night they’d met. He may have changed in every way conceivable, but with the small taste she was getting of his body, she knew his firm frame was the same as she remembered. Something about that tortured Y/n more than if he’d completely transformed.

They were wading in dangerous waters.

“Probably more from shootin’,” Joel answered, swallowing hard and turning back over on his side, “So if you wanna keep your hearin’, you stick to that knife.”

The action of moving brought Y/n out of whatever trance she’d been in. She felt fucking weak, feeling any sort of attraction to the man who’d broken her heart. Rolling back onto her side, she shut her eyes and tried to calm her body down.

“Joel,” Ellie said softly, “Y/n.”

They answered at the same time, “Hm?”

“Did you know diarrhea is hereditary?”

Y/n carefully moved the sleeve of her jacket to block her twitching mouth.

Joel barely turned over, “What?”

“Yeah,” Ellie replied, “It runs in your jeans.”

He twisted to get a look at Ellie, who was smirking at them both, and fell back onto his side.

Y/n was desperately trying to contain her giggling, practically holding her breath.

Facing away from them, Joel smirked and muttered something to himself. A whisper of a chortle escaped him. “That is so damn stupid,” he admonished.

“You laughed, motherfucker,” Ellie giggled.

“I didn’t laugh,” Joel shot back.

“Yes, you did,” Ellie replied.

“I’m losin’ it.”

“You’re losin’ it big time,” Ellie grinned.

Y/n snorted, unable to hold it in any longer.

“I knew it would work again,” Ellie exclaimed, lording the two-time award winning joke over Y/n’s head. It was the only one in the book that got her to crack.

“It’s so fucking stupid,” Y/n laughed, digging her entire face into her jacket.

All it took was hearing the sweet melody again, and Joel was pushed over the edge. He had been on pins and needles since meeting her again, naturally waiting to hear Y/n laugh again. In their life, circumstances didn’t occur often that gave you the opportunity to find humor. He’d accepted he may never hear it again. And now, with her back shaking against his, he couldn’t stop himself from joining in.

As soon as Joel’s shakes being to reverberate off her body, Y/n felt a wave of grief and relief come over her. To hear his giggles, a sound only she’d ever been privy to, felt like coming home after a long day. She wanted to fight it, to rage against all pleasant memories of him, but she wanted a moment of peace more. She wanted to laugh.

Ellie was the loudest of them all, reigning victorious over Joel and Y/n’s stubbornness. It was so needed after the day they’d had.

“Go to sleep,” Joel said, his chuckle contradicting his order.

“You go to sleep,” Ellie laughed, rolling on her bed.

“Both of you go to sleep,” Y/n snorted, her voice lighting up the darkest parts of Joel.

There were two more rounds of giggling, one started by Ellie and one by Y/n. Joel couldn’t stop from joining both. It was the first moment of joy, true joy, that he’d felt in twenty years.

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At some point in their sleep, Y/n and Joel inevitably turned over. Y/n had been keeping her hands close to her chest, cradling the injured one. And somewhere in the timeline of the evening, Joel had unconsciously reached over and placed one of his hands over them both. How he blindly found it, how he knew she was trying to protect it, those answers belonged to the blanket of night. But Joel’s fingers wrapped around her bloody fist, protecting her even in his sleep.

He had also rolled over on his good ear.

“Y/n…Y/n.”

Y/n jumped at the call of her name, looking down at her and Joel’s intertwined hands and pulling back. She twisted onto her back, jumping back at the sight of the child standing over her, pointing a gun at them. Her peripheral vision caught Ellie with her hands up in surrender and a man with his own weapon aimed at her.

“Joel,” Y/n raised her hands, kicking her ex in the shin, “Joel!”

He startled awake.

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❍ ‗ Golden Hour (H. Jisung) ‗ ❍

Pairings : Jisung x gn Reader

Genre/warnings : fluff and smut. (Unprotected sex, reader receives oral) No plot :) 18+ ONLY

Summary : You and Jisung enjoyed your day off in your own way <3

Word count : 1,5 K

A/n : I have absolutely no explanation or context for this. With this being said, enjoy and stay #h0rny

ps: Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy! ♡︎

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It was a day off for Jisung, a Sunday specifically, so you decided to enjoy the day to the fullest doing what you like most; chill together sprawled on the couch watching whatever you felt like that day.

You stayed up late the previous night so you allowed yourselves to sleep in the morning. Around noon you woke up, taking your sweet time, and just ate whatever leftover that was left in the fridge.

After that you moved to the couch and he turned on the tv, switching channels a little randomly to see in anything got his interest. one arm resting behind your head on the edge of the couch. You on the other hand cared little for focusing on something specific, so you got caught up scrolling through different social media.

About five minutes later Han huffed dramatically, waving a hand to his face, trying to get some air.

"It's so damn hot today, I'm all sweaty and disgusting" he complained, getting up from the couch and getting your attention.

"Where are you going?" you asked casually, looking up at him. He leaned down again to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

"To take a quick shower. I need to freshen up. It won't take long." he responded, already disappearing in the corridor towards the bathroom. You shouted out a " 'kay" and went back to your business, getting comfortably on your belly and taking up space on the couch.

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Han's shower took about five minutes, plus all the hair drying and skin care after, around ten. He hummed softly to himself, deciding to stop by the kitchen to get you both some iced tea. When he came back, he stepped into the living room with a drink in each hand, gaining a smile from you.

"Thank you, baby" you said cutely, making him mirror your smile. He placed them down on the coffe table and plopped down on the couch again. You were still on your belly but now your legs were bent up, kind on carefully swaying around.

"Of course, baby. Thanks, for the air con." he thanked you in return, pointing up to the air conditioner that was now turned on. You hummed, sending him a flying kiss and making him chuckle.

He picked up the remote again, this time finding a live music program that he liked, increasing the volume a little. You turned your head, giving a quick glance to the tv and stretched out your arm to reach the glass of iced tea.

Jisung saw you struggling a little so he leaned in and gave it to you, laughing softly at your pout. You grabbed it from his hand and thanked him in a purposefully cutesy voice, lowkey eyeing him up and down.

"I really do have the sweetest and hottest boyfriend." your words made him smirk a little, shifting the attention from the tv back to you. He looked at you smugly, raising an eyebrow jokingly.

"The hottest boyfriend? Tell me more." you laughed, laying your legs back down to rest on his lap. His hand immediately going to rub your thigh gently.

"Of course! Look at those strong arms in that sleeveless t shirt, or the luscious hair, or that handsome face. The nerdy glasses are just ten extra points." you winked, giving him your best bedroom eyes.

He laughed again, slapping your ass teasingly, but without putting force into it. That made you yelp and laugh at the same time, squirming slightly on him.

"Well, thank you. This boyfriend here is also very lucky, by the way." he responded, his smile still big and smug on his face. You stretched your torso and arm to put the iced tea back on the table before replying.

"Ah, really? And what do you like about me?" you asked, humor in your voice. He suddenly shifted on the couch so that he was kneeling behind you, now both his hands were sliding up and down the side of your legs and hips, almost like a massage.

"Of course your ass, what else" he said it like it was obvious but it's clear that he wanted to tease you. He laughed when your mouth went agape in an overdramatic way, reaching out to give one of his hands a slap.

"You horny bastard" you shook you head, feigning disappointment. Jisung chuckled again, straddling you by putting his knees at each side of your lower body. He then leaned in, his head closer to yours.

"For my beautiful, smart, kind, hot, special baby? Always." the cheesiness made you giggle and hide your face on the couch pillow in front of you. He nuzzled his face into your hair, chuckling with you.

"Ah, you know that you don't get to be all romantic and shit without having payback" he started to leave small gentle kisses on the side of your face, jaw and neck. This elicited a soft sight from you, understanding the mood change.

So you decided to tilt you head to the side, giving him more access. He took the chance and started to slide his hand under your t shirt to touch your naked skin. In return you slowly started to sway your hips, rubbing your butt on his crotch.

He let out a small moan at the action and continued his ministrations, touching your waist, stomach, and then teasing one of your nipples with his fingers. Your breathing started to get a little deeper, and his too.

Quickly enough you managed to turn yourself enough to capture his lips in a lazy, deep kiss. After a couple of seconds though you stopped to take his glasses off and place them on the table nearby, to then go back to his mouth.

At this point you were groping and making out like two horny teenagers but you didn't really care. After some minutes Jisung was fully hard, so he decided to take the action to the next level, detaching himself from you and standing on his knees again.

You were looking back at him with hungry eyes and a glossy, slightly swollen mouth from all the kissing. Without a word he gently slid down both your pants and underwear in one go up to below your knees. You gulped, breathing heavily when he straight up placed his face between your legs and started licking you.

Your back automatically arched, basically pushing yourself onto his face more, making him moan. One of his hands grabbed one of your ass cheeks and the other went inside his own pants to touch himself.

You wanted to reciprocate, or at least touch him too, but when you tried to move he groaned, tightening his grip on your side to keep you still, making you gasp.

"My God, Ji..." you said breathlessly, buying your face in the pillow, gripping it tightly with your hands. He just hummed against you, and kept eating you out like a man starved.

"Pl- ah, Jisung I want to touch you, please" you pleaded. He finally detached himself from you, sliding his own pants and underwear down. Then leaned back with his face next to yours, hovering over you and stroking himself.

"I want to be inside you right now, Is it okay?" he murmured, his own voice dripping with arousal. You nodded quickly, managing to get out a 'yes please'.

Jisung stood back up behind you, wetting the palm of his hand with his spit before making sure that you were ready to take him. After a couple of seconds you felt the tip of his cock touch you, but he played around for a bit before actually entering you slowly.

You both dragged out a long moan, as he stilled inside you. He waited for your sign to move, and you did that by moving your hips around, making him groan. He gripped your waist with one hand, while the other rested on your lower back, pushing you down even further.

His thrusts increased in speed gradually, and after a while you were just both moaning and gasping frenetically. You clenched around him after a particularly deep stroke, making him borderline choke on his spit. That made you involuntarily laugh and you felt his hand squeeze your side for a moment to admonish you.

"Stop that or I'll come quickly than I'd like" he joked, his voice breathless. You smiled mischievously, following his movements with your body, as if to encourage him.

"Do it, come for me" you breathed out. The hand that was previously on your back slid to your front and started to touch you, speeding up your own impending orgasm.

"You first" he replied, his voice deep. The combination of his cock and his hands on you quickly made you reach your release, moaning his name and clenching around him, again.

That definitely did it for him, as he gave another couple of deep and fast strokes and then groaned, coming inside you. He stilled for a couple of seconds before sliding out, a deep sigh leaving both of your lips.

He laid on you, pressing his chest to your back, but still somewhat keeping some off his weight off by supporting himself with his arms. His face buried in your shoulder, and your own hand coming up to stroke his hair with your fingertips to soothe him.

"I'm sweaty again" his defeated tone made you chuckle, your fingers lightly scratching his head lovingly.

"We can take another shower. In a few hours."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[sakuraryomen01]

Valentino /Sukuna Ryomen x Reader/ .10

warnings: asshole sukuna, college prep. school (aka bitch u at an expensive ass school), former friends to lovers, slow burned love, yuji is sukuna's little brother, smut/nsfw, hook ups, sexual fantasies and masturbation

reader: female reader; 23 years of age, college prep.

plot: It's been years since you've moved from country life, since you've forgotten about all the things you used to love about your hometown and where you grew up from... you didn't think it'd chase you to college in the city after almost a decade..

words: 1.761k

fanfic masterlist: .o1 .o2 .o3 .o4 .o5 .o6 .o7 .o8 .o9 .10 .11 .12 .13 .14 .15 .16 .17 .18 .19 .20

a/n:: before u guys read i hope that y'all r doing well and that the beginning of this chapter isn't as traumatic as it seems (to me anyways lmao XD). my life is crazy, but i wanted to get this next chapter out asap!! i love u guys!!

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Thank you for reading this! Enjoy!

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“A-Ahh, fuck.. Shit~“

Dirty and whiny moaning, harsh slaps of skin on skin. The bed rocking hard, creating dents into the headboard, knocking against the wall. Nails dug into the skin of Sukuna’s biceps, his groaning and panting masked by the girl beneath him. Her cries louder than his ever were, the lewd mewls elicited from her throat as he continued to ram his cock deep into her cunny.

“Dammit, haa..” Sukuna’s brows pressed tighter together, his eyes glazing over as his edge neared. “Fuckk..”

The lady blushed, her gazed foggy but her cheeks flushed as she reached up to grab a hold of Sukuna’s face. Her fingers grazed the edges of his jawline as she squeezed harshly around his aching cock. He was so close.

“S-Sukuna.. I’m gonna cum again,” Her sultry voice echoed through his foggy head. The distraction he wanted to keep creating for himself wasn’t helping. Nothing was helping.

At this point, Sukuna didn’t know what to do anymore.

“Raise your damn ass, woman,” He said, his rough voice making the girl’s blush go from a slight heat to an almost feverish touch. Sukuna slipped himself from her heat– lifting her hips and flipped her onto her stomach– before slipping himself back into her warmth, beginning to feel his edge nearing, truly. “Fuck, ‘m close, girl.”

While Sukuna’s soft groans start to grow louder, even if only slightly, while the woman’s wails beneath him began to break. Her cries of pleasure and almost pain echoed with the bed’s creaking, only to be covered by the boom box downstairs and thirty other seniors and junior college students. The loud music, the booze, it was all a dangerous combo Sukuna had taken a liking to since attending this college. 

Since seeing you, and the moment he was forced to have you as a tutor.

He wasn’t so used to the common hustle and bustle, but seeing you among it. Seeing how well you were already molded into the society of the city, it disturbed him deeply. He didn’t understand, nor did he want to know why. All he knew was that it upset him, and he wanted to beat you at whatever this sad game was. This heart-to-heart shit wasn’t in the cards, neither was that “promise” he made. 

Sukuna was foolish when he was young, he didn’t want a broken heart. 

He didn’t have a broken heart.

“Call me sometime, hunny?” The drunk girl he had just destroyed giggled, slipping her pink and lacy thong over her plush thighs, a droopy smile on her face. “This was really, really fun.”

Sukuna, who was busy with his thoughts and belt, didn’t take a second glance. He just fixed his leather jacket up and grabbed his shoes, unlocking the door and leaving the room. “Not interested.”

While the woman was left frazzled and somewhat hurt, Sukuna fixed up his shirt and slipped on his shoes, glancing around the hallways before heading to the main living area. Grabbing another drink from the table, he chugged it down quickly despite the numb stink he got from the weird mixes. He crushed the plastic cup and turned away from all the grinding women and men that were swaying to the music that was playing outside, heading to the door as his mind began to fog up.

It was like an addiction, to remove all worry and annoyance from his mind.

Taking a second look around the party room, he pulled a small box from his back pocket and headed outside. Getting a lighter from his other pocket, he opened the small box, and lifted a cig from it. Bringing the stick to his lips, Sukuna lights the end of it as he climbs into his truck and starts the engine. While he said very few words on the way back to his dorm, he was lost in thought.

Thinking about the last month, seeing you near daily.

Seeing that skittish smile, and your nervous glances towards him. Even just recently, seeing you straight from the shower, it brought a small warmth to his cheeks. Although he’s seen tits before, it was shameful that he was wondering often what was hidden under that damned towel. What was covered that he didn’t want to think about after so long.

He had thought at first that you were truly the most annoying thing on the face of the planet, but a very small and dark part of him thought you had grown well. That your looks were down right gorgeous and adorable at the same time.

You looked so soft, but toned. Eyes pretty but they didn’t sparkle as bright as any attention whore he crossed paths with. You were perfectly imperfect to him.

Poetic.. Gross.

Once parked and out of the car, Sukuna walked from the parking lot to the male’s dormitory. His eyes found themselves looking towards the girl’s area, tracing each darkened or lit window they came across. Unable to spot which one probably belonged to you, he took a breath of the cold night air and a puff from his cancer stick. Wondering if your dorm was still as messy as it seemed last time. If it still smelled like cum and perfume. If your gaming system was all sorted like you used to keep your books in the Stix. 

The very thought of back then made him shiver and stiffen, pulling the now burned out end of the cigarette from his pinkish lips and pressing the lit end to a brick wall.

Tossing the bit over to the sidewalk, he stepped up to the building and headed to his dorn. Stepping passed the socks on knobs, the laughs of friends playing games in their rooms, the quiet murmurs and somewhat opened doors of people studying for their semi-finals and upcoming midterms. Sukuna passed them all to the third floor where his door sat at the very end of a quiet hallway, the silence almost too loud as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. 

Taking one step inside and feeling a sense of slight dread. A sense that something inside him wanted to stir.

Whatever it was, he was going to have to do it by hand.

Closing the door, he went to shower before going to make a breakfast burrito that he had saved from that morning. There wasn’t much on TV other than some news that didn’t interest him, so he got finished with his dinner and ended up watching some of the cartoons that he, you, and Gojo had watched prior. 

It didn’t matter if it made him kinda smile at the thought of you sitting on the floor with a blanket wrapped around your waist and thighs. It didn’t upset him to think about how cute you had grown up to be, that your features weren’t as bad as he wished they could. It was hard that he had to ignore this shitty clench of his chest and the throb in his pants.

Not a day in his life did Sukuna ever feel anything but rage or anger, but today, it was a feeling he despised. That he never wanted to feel again since his childhood, it was a stupid feeling he had squashed the second he left the Stix.

“..Fuck me,” He muttered to himself, letting his head rest back on the head of the couch. Pulling a blanket over his lap as Sukuna’s hand found its way underneath the cloth and rubbed at his crotch.

With very little effort, he could tell that he was rock hard. And even littler effort to free himself and start pumping his shaft, feeling all the pre that had collected in his pants. Sukuna lets out a groan, pressing his brows together as his mind wanders back to when he had walked in on you.

In my own room, you weirdo. At least you could’ve hung up a sock or some shit.

The cartoons continued to play, although the childish music and jokes on the screen didn’t make it to Sukuna’s ears. All he could think about was his new release, and about that damned towel. Wondering what would’ve happened if he had just snatched that rag and saw what was underneath for himself. Sukuna’s eyes lidded and his breath became ragged, thinking about what your tits felt like against his chest, wanting to grind his girth between them.

“Shit.. fuckk..”

The image of your small hips in his hands, letting him glide them over the fat or your ass until you yelped. Sukuna had wondered plenty about what your lips felt like against his, if you were a good or bad kisser. Whatever you were, he was willing to teach you. 

Returning the favor right?

Imagining the feeling of your lips between his teeth as he tugged and nibbled, wanting to watch them slightly swell from the kisses and breathless moans.

Sukuna felt his tummy and thighs clench, wanting to savor his orgasm. His hand went faster, the sounds of his fist pumping and shaking as pre slipped through his fingers became louder. Completely drowning out the sounds of the TV, Sukuna’s face scrunched up and he grabbed at the blanket.

His imagination brought him to his bed, your body under his. Your face flushed red, hands against his chest as if to attempt to push him away.

“Ryo.. It's embarrassing!”

Sukuna smirked as his fist squeezed his shaft, groaning under the intense pleasure. Wondering what your whimpers and moans sounded like, if your pussy was tight enough to make him finish early.

The thought of what lay between your thighs sent a jolt up Sukuna's spine, a sudden urge to cum overcame him.

He pulled the blanket from over his cock and glanced down at his naughty member. Seeing it become an angry looking red, it made him upset. How could you of all people make him so hard?

Why was it you? Your soft looking lips, your huggable waist and chest? Why of everyone he's fucked, everyone he's come across it was you that toppled over all?

Whatever his mind wanted, he wished he didn't.

As he released all over his pants, even kicking at his coffee table from the powerful climax, Sukuna's heart wasn't fulfilled.

He could feel a ping of guilt in his chest.

He really, really shouldn't have done that.

Worst part about it all was that he was going to be seeing you in class again, after the third time he played with his cock to thoughts of you.

“..Really.. Fuck my life.”

. . .

a/n: finally got the chapter out guys!! I'll be quick on here since there's little to say but I hope y'all r doing good!!><

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When Sexual Desires Clash Y/N Story

Chapter 2

The figure walked up and reached out his hand and said, "Lupita, this must be who you were telling me about.. Hi YN, it's so nice to meet you. Lu has told me so much about you. My name is Michael B. Jordan".....

YN reached out to Michael and said, "Oh my god.. It's so nice to meet you. I am a big fan every since you were young on All My Children." YN extended her hand to meet Michaels. When they touched it, it felt like electricity hit each other. YN did not know how to react. Michael felt lust and had it all over his face. As he looked over her 5'6 "height, and her brown chocolate complexion, to her thick thighs and body. Michael didn't know how much her sex appeal was, but he loved every minute looking at it. The way the fire ignited and burned between them, you would think they were moving in slow motion, but they weren't. Lupita was loving the view because she knew that YN had been single for a good while, and she knew exactly how she loved sex but couldn't find somebody who was worthy of her time. She also knew that since Lori left Michael he hasn't fucked anyone. Everyone there had somebody that they were dating except YN and Michael. Lu made it her priority for them to hit it off.

After they shook hands, Lu said, "Let this sexy weekend begin! So YN and Michael, you guys are the only ones single, so therefore, yall are teamed up for the weekend, okay?" YN and Michael agreed, and they parted ways to make a drink. YN thought to herself that she knew how fine Michael was, but in her head, she just left the situation alone. YN stood there talking to her girls while Michael went to make a drink. Michael stalked YN with her eyes while she would smile and giggle. Michael knew that she was different from the women he usually went for, but the way she looked made his dick hard. Winston walked up and made Michael slap out his thoughts.

"Whats on your mind, Michael? I can see you in deep thought, and by the way you are looking at YN, I'm sure it has something to do with her." He chuckled.

"Do you know much about her?" Michael asked Winston.

"So YN is a music choreographer. She also conducts music videos with aritist. She is known all over for the work she does, but she is never in the main light. She does model here and there, but her passion is the music industry. She has a lot of videos on her youtube and instagram. We all met YN when you weren't on set when she helped construct the beginning dance seen and movements on black panther. She only met with the people they had her work with. YN is very cool, that's why I call her my little sister since I'm dating her best friend Shai. I see the way you're looking at her like you're a lion, and she is definitely your prey." Winston started to laugh, but he has seen Michael in action before.

"Now im not going to lie she is fine as hell. Everything about her is different, but she could get the dick without a question.. Is she single?" Michael knew what he wanted in the exact moment, and she was what he wanted. He hasn't felt this way since him and Lori split.

"She is and has been for a while now. The dude cheated on her, and she bossed up. She is very different from regular females. I will say that. She is a wild one in the house. In the streets, she's a lady. Shai told me she's wild. Hope you can tame her." Winston knew that Michael was wild, and he knew YN was too. He knew that they were a match in heaven, so he's going to sit back and watch the fireworks.

YN looked back at Michael and smiled. Michael winked at her and made her blush. Michael then told Winston, "Don't worry, she not going to know what hit her when I'm done." Michael drinked his drink and began to plot on his every move... this is about to get interesting.

Yal ready for this ride I'm going to take yal on??? I hope soo!!!

[reverberation-layla]

And now that I am finally nearing the end of the game. It feels pieced together, everything is a different art style. Emmrich and Bellara do not fit in with the appearance of the rest of the game.

All of Bellara’s content has this weird whimsical ost that’s Hogwartsish.

As soon as I start feeling any kind of immersion I am slapped in the face by an overly cartoonish cutscene that reminds me I am not playing a Dragon Age game, but a caper in Scooby Doo complete with music that is out of touch with the surroundings.

Moments are cheapened greatly by this, as well as “we need to hurry!” then being promptly stopped by a puzzle or the many many chest puzzles that appear in places you can’t go back to. (Which is not unique to this game, but nothing cuts tension like stop! Do this puzzle!)

Romances and characters are not fleshed out and as much talking as there is still somehow fail at being believable people. Their stories are not very compelling or interesting, they feel like they exist just because the game needs them to. They definitely don’t feel like “found family”, they feel like plot devices. Which i can only assume was due to being forced to take them.

Honestly, that was a huge mistake that kills any replay value in combination to Rook saying the same thing differently.

Flirting is met with no reaction. They just continue talking as if Rook said nothing at all, but Neve and Lucanis will flirt if they are in a party together.

The choices are incredibly shallow. Sigh, there are some good things, but they are buried under an avalanche of unfinished designs, out of place music, and the worst companions we’ve ever had in a Dragon Age game.

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Rick and Morty: The Anime ranking!

Oh god I dreaded this day. Sooo if you wanna see me angrily ranting about a cartoon, this is the post for you! I will be ranking every episode of the Rick and Morty anime! Just to be clear, I'm not gonna do tiers like how I did for the show, since in comparison to the actual show, all of these would be F tier or AT BEST D tier, so just keep in mind in comparison to the actual show, these are Fs, I will still try to be detailed with the reviews though. Also I had to torture myself to rewatch the anime for this ranking, I hope you guys are happy, I had to force my eyeballs open Clockwork Orange style, y'all just want to see me suffer. I had to drink coffee to get through this because this was so bad and I needed some engry cause this was so soul sucking that it took all of my motivation. AND I DON'T EVEN FUCKING DRINK COFFEE BECAUSE IT'S TOO BITTER! I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE HAPPY! YOU DID THIS! (Just kidding, I love y'all mwah!) Ok now that I'm done bitching and moaning, let's get this going by continuing to bitch and moan about the anime! Now, I am aware that some people like the anime, and if you do, that's perfectly fine! Not everyone HAS to have the same opinion as me, I mean this is just a cartoon anyway, buttttt if you do like it, I would suggest skipping this post since my opinion on it is uhhh very negative especially if you like Elle, I will be very mean to her, this post will be an extermely unhinged rant, so please enjoy while I suffer! Spoilers for the anime ahead! Reviews under the cut! Unlike my previous tier list, I will be starting from the best and working my way down, let's get this started!

1. Fighting Mother. This is the best episode of the series! That being said it's still...not...good...I mean let's start off with the positives, the reason why this episode is the best one is because the animation for the combat is really good! Especially the animation in the fight scene between Space Beth and Tammy it's admittedly really smooth, like I kid you not it's actually...good! I feel like it's what the anime COULD'VE been but just...wasn't, it sucks because it could've been good but it just...isn't. This episode is mercifully short, being only 17 minutes. And baby Morty is adorable. I also do like Shaggy Rick, I feel like his character is legitimately interesting, too bad they didn't do as much as they could've done with it. Space Beth was also admittedly likable. Also Elle isn't here! Yayyyy! FUCK ELLE! Also, the music for the fight scene between Space Beth and Tammy fucking SLAPS! I just wish the fight scene was longer tbh. Ok anyway onto the negatives, the side plot between the Ricks are...fine...I guess, I've got no opinion on it, it's just kinda boring. I don't like the weird moral high ground Rick takes, why is he bothered at all by Shaggy Rick "throwing that family away"? Also...how is Shaggy Rick throwing that family away? Am I dumb or what? Also, NO THE RICK FROM THE ANIME IS NOT C-137! SAY SIKE RN! Also the ending is so random and anti climatic. And this is the first instance of them turning Morty into a pathetic little bitch boy and Rick being an asshole with no charmisa, charm, humor, or anything that made him my favorite character in the first place, all he is is that slightly grumpy old man all of the girl scouts hate being assigned at the nursing home! Woowee I love it when my favorite characters are derailed and turned into twisted shadows of their former self written by a bad fanfic don't you!?

2. Alien Elle. You know the episode is gonna suck when Elle's name is in the title. Fucking ELLE! Stupid fucking self-insert mary sue...ok, ok, being mean...lemme start with the positives! Uh...Shaggy Rick is back...so uhm...that's cool I guess. I also like how we get a canon Morty birthday, also...MORTY'S HEIGHT IS DIFFERENT IN THE ANIME! SEE?! THAT'S PROOF THAT THAT'S NOT MY BOY! (I-I mean I know it's space Morty but please shut up...) Either that or the anime writers didn't watch the show before making the anime....nahhhh of COURSE they watched the show that's why the show is so much like the anime right....? Righhtttttttt? (Watching the anime fucking sucks please kill me) Also, I'm sure this was unintentional, but the scene where Morty is looking for Elle kinda parallels the scene where Rick is looking for Prime, so that's cool! I mean even down the Morty printing a picture Elle out of his head like how Rick did with Prime! Too bad I care so little about Elle. Okay! Onto the negatives! Fucking ELLE! She HAD to ruin the episode, of course she randomly earns someone's trust because her style is just wonderful! Even though they didn't even know a damn thing about each other! This episode is so goddamn BORING! Like it bores me out of my mind, like most of the anime but still. Elle and Morty's relationship is again very rushed and boring. They are the reason why the rule "Show, don't tell" exists! It tells us about how happy and amazing Elle is and how much Morty loves her without showing it to us, and Morty is just reduced to being Elle's proud boyfriend, I mean he isn't even doing good things because he's just a good natured kid, it's all for FUCKING ELLE IT SUCKS IT SUCKS SO BAD! I don't like the rants they go on about multiverse, they try too hard to sound smart. And Space Morty and Rick's dynamic is just...kinda lame honestly, it's just a cliche mentor-student relationship that's been protrayed hundreds of times before, which is huge wasted potential, you could've grappled more with Shaggy Rick's guilt since he feels like he's replacing his original Morty who died, that could've been some serious interesting internal conflict that coul;d've fleshed him out as a character! But nope! All he does is tell Morty not to call him grandpa andddd...that's it! OH WOW I LOVE THIS ANIME SO MUCH DON'T YOU ALL OF THE CHARACTERS ARE TOTALLY HUMAN AND COMPLEX AND NOT AT ALL SEEM LIKE THEY ARE FORM A BAD FANFIC I LOVE THIS ANIME DON'T YOU?! This episode also sucks! But I mean, it didn't infuriate me as much as I thought it would, it mostly just bored me out of my school, this episode probably would've been better if it wasn't for FUCKING ELLE! FUCK ELLE! ALL MY HOMIES HATE ELLE! Although that can be said for any episode of the anime so eh.

3. Family. UGHHH WHY IS THIS EPISODE 21 MINUTES JUST LET ME DIE NOW PLEASE! Uhh on the plus side, YAY WE GET MINIMUM ELLE IN THIS EPISODE! I mean…she's still here but at least she doesn't do much. Jerry and Jerry Prime are…fine…even though I care very little about Jerry's superhero arc. Now onto the negatives! This episode doesn't have a lot of positives, but it doesn't have a lot of negatives either, it's just a boring, unmemorable episode. Rick and Morty do interact, but it's just kinda boring and it sucks how they can make their dynamic boring, Morty is a damsel in distress, Rick is a boring character, Jerry is just a goofy dad who's also a superhero…for some reason…they also make Jerry pathetic but eh…I mean at least they are trying to do something that the original show did…why is a weird green guy here? What purpose does he bring to the story? And some of the dialogue feels unnatural, Mr. Nimbus is here, but he doesn't do much, at least his character wasn't assassinated like my boys. I know it tried for a happy family, but I care so little for this version of the Smith family that I felt nothinggg! Really this episode is just boring, but at least it's not infuriatingly bad.

4. When we Meet in our Dreams. This episode is just another boring one. There's not a whole lotta positives, but I guess Space Beth was ok. And so was Shaggy Rick, still wasted potential though. He could've been SO much more interesting. I mean the story here at least made some amount of sense, like I was actually able to follow along! A rare treat in the anime! There's a lot of action, but none of it is particularly interesting in my personal opinion. Elle is here and she sucks but she doesn't have a lot of screentime, so she doesn't make the episode suck as much as she usually does. But of FUCKING course Space Morty's last words are "I love you Elle" EVEN THOUGH HIS MOM AND GRANDPA ARE RIGHT FUCKING THERE BUT NOPE HE JUST WANTED TO TALK TO ELLE! I really did not care about his death and it's anti climatic, but it could've been worse I guess, I just care very little about Space Morty since he's only been in a handful of episodes. Elle like sacrifices herself to save Morty? I dunno it's very convoluted and stupid. This episode is just kinda boring, but at least it isn't infuriating.

5. The Girl Who Manipulates Time. I…am so confused…why was there an alternate version of Summer if she's never seen or heard from again…w-why is she here? Why was that needed? I mean..I guess the gay drama between alien bureaucrats are…fine…I mean it's one of the only entertaining things about the anime…so uh…there's that. Wait wait no start with the positives…uhhhh I like the theme song, I mean that's a positive about every episode but this was the first time we see it, and I hate that it's actually really good…like I'm sorry but it might actually be better than the show's theme song, but of course fucking ELLE is in every single frame. Fuck Elle fr. But whatever, the theme song's good! It does a good job hyping you up. The backgrounds here are admittedly really pretty. Uhm…I guess every character is…ok? I mean they are all kinda boring but…they aren't…unlikable. I will give this some leeway, since first episodes tend to be a little iffy. Now onto the negatives! The plot is extremely basic, it's been done a million times, being stuck in a simulation, Tron, Die Now, Free Guy…need I go on? This episode introduces a boring side character that only gets brought up in this episode and the finale, and no, you do not need to watch this episode to understand his role in the finale, he literally just exists here to pad out run time and he is so forgettable I can't remember his name, I just watched this episode and I don't remember. Elle unconsensually kisses Morty so that is not big fun, and she like…never gets called out for this? It's just acted like some normal thing people in healthy relationships do? Like no bitch, DON'T KISS SOMEONE WHO CLEARLY DOESN'T REMEMBER YOU! Also Rick so clearly doesn't care about Morty in the anime, I'm sorry, he literally didn't care enough to make sure Morty could come back from the game no matter how deep he got, #notmyrick. This is embarrassing for a Rick fan like me, this isn't my favorite character ok!? I refuse to believe my Rick and the Rick from the anime are the same person. The story is confusing but it's trying to make you think it's smart by using smart people words, but it doesn't work and makes it more confusing. And of course, Rick and Morty don't interact, which is a trend in the anime. What? You thought Rick and Morty would interact in a show called RICK AND MORTY THE ANIME!? No! Of course not! Don't be stupid! A-also how…how can Elle not tell that our Morty isn't space Morty? S-she can tell the future…why…why are you even giving her that power if she isn't going to use it…? Plothole ahoy! Also…who's gonna tell the writers of the anime that being able to manipulate time and being able to tell the future isn't the same thing…? Also of fucking course Elle's ridiculously over powered…also her and Morty's relationship is extremely forced. Anyways, this episode sucks. Shitty start for a shitty series, it's fitting, really.

6. Memories. Another mercifully short episode! Only 18 minutes! Let's get the positives out off the way first! I did feel like Jerry was pretty in character, although I kinda dislike how all they made him was a goofy dad- wait. positives. I need to talk about the positives…uhhhh Summer was fine I guess…I like how they didn't do any weird clone shit with the Beths, although I feel like they could've expanded more on the tension between them, uhm…I liked how it showed the conflict between Beth and Jerry's marriage, even if they ended up doing nothing with it!! Uhhh Shaggy Rick has 1 good scene where he thought about his dead Morty so that's cool ig…they still do nothing with it though. YAY WHAT A GREAT ANIME! THE CHARACTERS ARE SO COMPLEX! Morty isn't made into a pathetic bitch boy! But he is made into just being Elle's proud boyfriend..hm. Ok onto the negatives! Rick and Morty interact but it fucking SUCKS! Rick is just an asshole to Morty and not in a lovable way, I mean he literally threatened to CLONE MORTY IN THEIR FIRST MINUTE OF MEETING WHAT THE FUCK! And Morty of course doesn't say anything because he can't stand up for himself in the anime I guess. They try too hard to make emotional moments, like with Morty and Shaggy Rick, but they only had one episode, so the amount I care about their relationship is very, VERY little. Shaggy Rick is infinite wasted potential, I get they want to have mutiple storylines, but I am just confused. ELLE IS FUCKING HERE AGAIN BEING A FUCKING MARU SUE AND GIVING THE CHARACTERS THE ADVICE THEY NEED OF FUCKING COURSE AND EVERYONE TRUSTS HER WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT EVEN FUCKING RICK WHO'S WHOLE THING IS THAT HE HAS TROUBLE TRUSTING OTHER PEOPLE! AND OF COURSE SHE FUCKING SAVES RICK! BECAUSE SHE"S PERFECT AND AMAZING SHE"S SUCH A SHITTY FUCKING CHARACTER! AND EVERYONE IN THE FAMILY FUCKING TRUSTS HER AND LOVES HER INSTANTLY AND WHY IS BETH SO FUCKING DUMB WHY LET A COMPLETE STRANGER LIVE WITH YOU AND SLEEP IN YOUR SON'S ROOM YOU KNOW THEY ARE DATING AND YOU KNOW WHAT TEENAGERS DO YOU FUCKING IDIOT AND HOW CAN ELLE NOT TELL THAT THIS ISN'T SPACE MORTY SHE CAN TELL THE FUTURE HAVE HER USE IT FUCK NO I WON'T TAKE MY ANGER MEDS FUCK OFF

7. Feel, Don't Think. This episode fucking sucks. WHY IS IT 20 MINUTES! Again, no positives so let's just angrily rant about the episode together! Unless you like this episode in that case uh…I'm sorry. Elle is again worshipped, the stakes are very low but they are supposed to be high, I just care very little about these characters, Morty is turned into a pathetic little bitch boy, Rick is just an asshole with no depth, I mean…at least the story made sense? But that really shouldn't be a positive. Rick and Morty do interact, but it wasn't anything great, Rick is just an asshole and regresses back to how he was in season 4 of the show, which fucking sucks. They make a puberty joke with Morty that just wasn't funny, and again I care very little about Elle, I fucking hate that bitch, can we stop focusing on her? Please? No? We still got 2 episodes to go…ughhhh…just kill me now.

8. A Pain in the Back. This episode was a pain in the back to get through (Heh, heh. Funny joke.) A very Elle heavy episode...whatever this is the finale..let's just get this over with so I can watch something good and be done with this anime...ok so one positive..gay representation! Frank, yeah that was the forgettable guy's name, has a thing for Morty...why is this anime so romance heavy? Whatever, even though nothing happens, it's still kinda cool to see, but for some reason Morty keeps going out of his way to spend time with him despite being married to Elle, yeah he marries Elle and despite Morty having 2 adults models, they just use him as a kid for some reason, Morty isn't a pathetic bitch boy, but he's just a boring stupid character. Rick suddenly cares about Morty now...because that was what the show does so we have to do it but we have to do it significantly worse! It feels so forced and unnatural because Rick never cared about Morty until the plot demanded it, I mean he literally hesitated and told Elle not to be stupid when she told him to do something that will save Morty last episode, A Rickle in Time? That episode never existed silly! You're just making stuff up in your head again! (I AM GASLIGHTING YOU!) And the ending tries to be impactful but it solves nothing, I did find it kind of funny that nobody cared when Elle died though since it was meant to be an emotional moment when it happened but it wasn't enough to save this dumpster fire of a finale.

9. Her Innermost Wish. This episode again fucking sucks, Elle dies and I legit feel nothing. Morty is so fucking pathetic, he cries 10 times in this episode. Space Beth for some reason can't fathom why someone like Elle would want to date MORTY because Elle is perfect because ofc she is. I care very little about Elle and Space Morty but they try to make us emotional but it doesn't work. Elle is surprised that Morty isn't Space Morty b-but…she can tell the future..I h-how did she not know MAKE YOUR ANIME MAKE SENSE WHY DID YOU EVEN MAKE IT THAT ELLE CAN TELL THE FUTURE IT LITERALLY DOES NOTHING AT ALL AND JUST ADDS A HUGE GLARING PLOTHOLE AND THIS IS COMING FROM SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T NOTICE PLOTHOLES. Rick and Morty hug, but it feels so empty because they barely even interacted and Rick showed no sign of caring about Morty. And again, STOP FOCUSING ON ELLE I DON'T CARE ABOUT HER BITCH ASS! Oh god they're aren't going to stop…I wanna die

10. Free Will. No...god no please no..no...NOOOO! I was dreading this episode I promise you, it is SO BAD! UGHH WHY IS IT SO LONG 19 MINUTES!? WHYYY! I'll be honest, there really isn't any positives, so I'll just rant about this episode, good? Good. Why is Tammy in the opening? it does nothing and contributes nothing it's just there to pad out the run time. Oh boy I love filler! Elle fucking sucks as usual, if you weren't convinced she's a mary sue now, you will be convinced after this episode, everyone praises Elle and talks about how amazing she is, Beth talks about how much she likes the girl, she's already popular at school, they try to surprise you by revealing that Elle is anti-matter but I literally wasn't surprised at all, there is also no foreshadowing but they treat it like some super cool reveal. And basically she is anti matter and unless Rick gets rid of some device, the world will slowly deterorate because matter and anti matter can't exist in the same place, and this was the PERFECT chance to give Elle SOME personality but nope! Whatever Rick decides to do is fine because she's happy that she got to meet Morty! THIS EPISODE IS SO FUCKING BAD AH! It's centered around fucking ELLE. If you decide to watch the anime, please, PLEASE skip this episode! It is bad I promise! Don't waste 19 minutes of your life that you'll NEVER get back! It's not worth it I PROMISE YOU! And of fucking course Elle saved Space Beth because she's perfect and amazing! FUCKING MARY SUE! Ugh...whatever at least there's...4 MORE EPISODES LEFT GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!

[allwaswell16]

hi :) if you‘re in the mood (no pressure pls!), here‘s three fic categories and i‘d like to hear your answers for them. feel free to tag others or send them different categories, or let it die here. up to you!

1. your favourite no-smut work that you‘ve read recently?

2. the scene your most proud of writing?

3. your favourite fic length range and the last thing you‘ve read in that category?

ooooh! I love these kinds of questions and asks! (And I'll tag @kingsofeverything @nouies @neondiamond @parmahamlarrie if they want to share their answers to these, too! Or anyone who wants to do this just say I tagged you :)

1 - another dream but always you by you_explode / @nobodymoves

Harry is a Dreamwalker; he has the ability to visit people in their dreams and help put them on the right path. He's assigned to Louis, who's struggling after the break-up of his band. It's an unusual assignment from the beginning; Harry has a crush on Louis, and Louis's subconscious immediately decides Harry is the love of his life. When Dreamers cast Harry as their love interest, he can usually redirect them, but Louis is insistent on being Harry's boyfriend, and despite knowing they have no future, Harry wants to keep up the charade.

2 - I won't put the exact scene here since it's a big spoiler if you haven't read it, but it's the scene from Consequences where the secrets finally get revealed. It kind of feels like I'll never think of anything that good ever again lmaooo

Consequences 

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

An amnesia au

3 - If I had to choose I'd say my favorite fic range is anywhere around 30k. I'm not even sure why that's my sweet spot, but it's always been what I'd say is my favorite range.

The last thing I've read (and loved!) in this range was:

Get Out Of My Head (and I'll get out of yours) by Imogenlee / @imogenleewriter

“You really that desperate, are you?” Despite it being a shitty thing to say, Harry didn’t mind too much, as the bitterness in Louis’ tone sounded like music to Harry’s ears. Harry was winning tonight. “Can’t find anyone new to be interested in you, so you try to hit on Zayn.”

“I can’t find someone interested in me?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re having a laugh, mate.”

“Yeah, well, where are they, then? Because from what I’ve heard, you’re here alone.”

“As if I’d bring anyone to somewhere I knew you’d be. I wouldn’t wish your presence on my worst enemy.”

“Aw,” Louis cooed in a way that made Harry want to slap him. “You’re saying I’m not your worst enemy?”

“For someone to be an enemy, you have to give a shit about them. So, no. You’re not even on the list.”

“Oh–kay. Well, it’s been lovely as always, gents,” Zayn said before knocking back the rest of his drink.

Or the one for the Bottom Harry Fic Fest where Harry bottoming is more of a side plot, because angst got in the way--but it doesn't really matter because the fest stopped existing when I was halfthrough.

[disastergenius]

Celebrating 15 years of Team Starkid with my (current) ranking of all of their shows and brief thoughts on them.

VHS Christmas Carol

I don't know how this became my favorite. The music is top tier, I've liked every version of it.

I was initially nervous to watch it because I wasn't sold on the original format, but it grew on me.

Also it's the second best adaptation of A Christmas Carol (the best is still the Muppet Christmas Carol)

2. A Very Potter Musical

My first ever Starkid show.

I watched it with my sister on our very old computer. I was in maybe 6th grade and had become quite obsessed with musicals and Harry Potter, so it perfectly combined my interests.

I truly was not totally sold on it just because 6th grade me was not prepared for all the cursing and the dirty jokes (6th grade me was a very different person) but Granger Danger fully hooked me

I still hold that Granger Danger is the best Starkid song, i do not care that it gets (over)played all the time. I also love that they keep having to come up with new ways to perform it (my favorite/the best being the LeakyCon one with Meredith directing the rest of the cast who only half-remember it)

Definitely ranks high just because it was the first and nostalgically I love it so much

3. Trail to Oregon

It's so fun as a concept and one of the few shows I like that really uses audience participation and makes it work.

Joey credited as "Everyone Else" and every shot with Clark in the background

I like the smaller cast, it's such a feat to run a show like that with 6 cast members

4. A Very Potter Sequel

it's ranked 4th but it probably actually ties with Trail to Oregon

I watched it after AVPM (so my second starkid show) and it did not disappoint

I do think it is stronger than AVMP for most of it

I quote Draco a lot

5. Twisted: The Untold Story of a Royal Vizier

Definitely my favorite parody they've done. There's a great video that breaks down why it works so well: they've nailed the style.

Around the same time I first watched Twisted was also around my Wicked phase so that helped a lot.

Dylan Saunders knocks out it out of the park as Ja'far, he puts so much depth into the role. It works as an actor and for the part and helps a lot of the humor since Ja'far is the straight man of the show.

The entire soundtrack slaps including the bonus demos

6. Nerdy Prudes Must Die

The songs are great

The production value on their shows has gone up exponentially, and they make good use of it. The effects are so so good

I've never been more uncomfortable as when the words "dirty girl soup" were first said

7. Black Friday

probably tied with NPMD but

I think plot-wise it is better than NPMD, and overall so are the songs. I think maybe the live version that's on youtube is what makes it slightly below NPMD because everyone was sick so it sounds very different between the live and recorded.

the garland and lights becoming wiggly is peak set design

I think it has some of the most memorable songs

the return of Dylan Saunders and his lovely ballads

Take Me Back is a top tier love song for Starkid

8. Starship

Probably the 3rd Starkid show I saw

Joey Richter absolutely sells the performance (he's not carrying it because the whole cast is great) and is fantastic as the lead

puppets! so many puppets!

9. Holy Musical B@tman

my previous exposure to Batman at this point had been the 60s Adam West TV show so really this is like the spiritual successor of that, so honestly i was totally unfazed by the number of puns, I just assumed that was how Batman media was

Jeff Blim as Sweet Tooth is great, but I also love Joey Richter's in the Apocalyptour

"you got my hopes up so high, then mugged and shot them in an alleyway!" i quote an unreasonable amount

10. The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

tbh I did not super like the show when I first watched it but it grew on me overtime. I think i really started to enjoy it when I went back to watch it after they announced Black Friday was going to be a sequel

11. A Very Potter Senior Year

it's so long guys

I think Joey Richter is the best part of it, Sidekick was fantastic

i do love that they got basically everyone they could to come back and do it

most of the callbacks work really well and make it fun

12. Ani: A Parody

fully gonna admit I haven't seen the full show itself, but I do really like the music

it is truly in the Star Wars spirit

13. Firebringer

I really wish I liked this show more, I think it's a fun concept and overall was fun

the opening number is really good musically

i think the humor and the unnecessary cursing didn't really work for me

14. Me and My Dick

I just think overall this show isn't to my taste but it's quite fun

[releasemefromthevoid]

MY ATLA LIVE ACTION S1E1 THOUGHTS

EP2

First things first, a review without spoilers:

I think it’s fine so far. There’s a few changes here and there that are ultimately just fine that don’t impact the story all that much, but there are also some changes that I’m a little worried about. 

The biggest thing I’m worried about, I think, is Aang’s character arc in season one. This live action series, without going too far into it, seems to be setting up something different from his character arc in book one for Aang in this first episode. I’m wary, but I’ll see it through and come back for more commentary and reviews starting from episode two this weekend probably.

Live reaction and thoughts under the cut for spoilers

oh shit they kept the fire nation leitmotif. as they should

music def feels the same

opening fight sequence: stellar

did i mention the fire nation leitmotif

it’s interesting they started with the concept of the air nomad genocide. i guess they haven’t told us about the actual genocide, so that can still be a Surprise to new viewers. i don’t hate it. kept the opening monologue, but it’s kyoshi according to the captions?? weird but okay

GOOD MUSIC

why’s he flying without his glider lol

these environments slap actually

ooh comet mention

i really like the line “her spirit echoes in one of us”. that goes hard actually

mmm not really liking that gyatso is the one telling him he has to leave,,  came back with “you are my friend” though, so i’ll forgive it

APPA

this kid is pretty good in the role of aang

BRO FIREBENDER FLIGHT. is this just bc of the comet or can they just Do That. i mean,, we don’t technically Know it’s bc of the comet yet

sound design is kinda peak

really REALLY interesting that they’re starting with the air nomad genocide. i know i said that already but we’re actually seeing it now. it’s setting a tone for this version of the show to be darker/less lighthearted, which idk how i feel about. not necessarily good or bad. this is only episode one so i’ll have to reserve judgment.

comet power confirmed okay

THE AVATAR STATE LOOKS SO GOOD

wolf cove??? was that always the name of the southern tribe where katara and sokka are from???? 

i think it would have been fun if zuko’s scar was a little Hand Shaped

probably could’ve done the freeing aang from the iceberg part a little better. how and why was he freed, if not katara getting angry at sokka??

speaking of, sans the early book 1 sexism, sokka is DEFINITELY sokka. a few more one liners and you’ll have me sold

mentioned zuko’s banishment early. hm

speaking of. not sure how i feel about zuko rn. why’s he talking about the throne like that?? he should be more focused on his perceived lack of honor i think

yeah,,, where IS appa. oh shit he already has the whistle??? more importantly Where is aang’s glider

SOKKA HIDING BEHIND KATARA IS EVERYTHING TO ME

HELLO??? katara’s monologue??? almost word for word??? from her gran gran??

this environment design though,, the building is made out of what is probably a whale rib cage as support for packed snow?? that’s so cool

no pilot episode miscommunication plot! not unhappy, i hate miscommunication plots

oh sokka,,, “lord of snow and ice”

zuko has not Once said the word honor

zuko’s breakdancing firebending moves God Bless

AANG’S GLIDER SPOTTED. but we haven’t seen it as a glider yet. is it just a Staff in this version???? 

i don’t think this is how airbending works

oh sokka i love you. he’s sold me on sokka i do believe

IT’S A GLIDER

i. don’t think katara should have been able to do that

this kid def can’t cry on command. he’s selling heartbreak, but there are No Tears

let aang be a bit more of a child please?? he’s a bit too serious right now, isn’t part of his character arc figuring out that he has to take things more seriously in order to stop the fire nation? i’m worried about what they’ll replace that with

THE OG CREDITS SONG

Liking: Sokka, environment design, most of the visuals actually, the MUSIC

Worried about: Aang's character, Iroh's character

Nothing I truly dislike yet

[hlficlibrary]

Hi! I don’t know if you still answer fix searches but I am looking for a fic where they have been broken up or at least they are on bad terms. And I think it takes place in a club or something and Harry gets really jealous and they get it on in the bathroom. If I remember correctly, Louis doesn’t want to at the beginning because he is afraid of getting hurt because he has feelings for Harry.

Thank you xxx

Hi, anon! I do still look for lost fics! So I think this might be the one you're thinking of as it's pretty close to what you described. If this isn't it though, let me know and I'll look for it! Or maybe someone else will have some ideas, too!

Get Out Of My Head (and I'll get out of yours) by Imogenlee

“You really that desperate, are you?” Despite it being a shitty thing to say, Harry didn’t mind too much, as the bitterness in Louis’ tone sounded like music to Harry’s ears. Harry was winning tonight. “Can’t find anyone new to be interested in you, so you try to hit on Zayn.”

“I can’t find someone interested in me?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re having a laugh, mate.”

“Yeah, well, where are they, then? Because from what I’ve heard, you’re here alone.”

“As if I’d bring anyone to somewhere I knew you’d be. I wouldn’t wish your presence on my worst enemy.”

“Aw,” Louis cooed in a way that made Harry want to slap him. “You’re saying I’m not your worst enemy?”

“For someone to be an enemy, you have to give a shit about them. So, no. You’re not even on the list.”

“Oh–kay. Well, it’s been lovely as always, gents,” Zayn said before knocking back the rest of his drink.

Or the one for the Bottom Harry Fic Fest where Harry bottoming is more of a side plot, because angst got in the way--but it doesn't really matter because the fest stopped existing when I was halfthrough.

[emeraldskulblaka]

heyy which rock opera you would recommend to start with? everyone seem to choose between 'classics' and their favourite and it'd be interesting to hear your thoughts!

Hi!! Hmm, difficult question - which musical would you recommend to someone who hasn't watched any? Always depends on your personal interests. In my experience, rock operas are often very specific and require prior knowledge of the general plot and background to really enjoy them (as opposed to musicals, which usually do a great job explaining what's necessary to know).

The first thing you have to decide is which language you're looking for, or if you're comfortable watching with subtitles. I've been told that Temple is a classic, but since there is no translation and I don't speak Russian, I'm not going to enjoy it overly much. The German Faust rock opera has the same issue.

Next, it's important to decide what kind of content you're interested in. You don't like fantasy? The Last Trial is phenomenal, but those who don't like fantasy won't like this show either - you won't "convert" anyone. Finrod is very specific and barely mentions any names, so it's only really enjoyable for people who have read the Silmarillion or are familiar with Beren and Lúthien, at least. Someone who dislikes musicals for being tooo much of a show and too dancey and dramatic and glittery will have a very hard time watching Mozart l'Opéra Rock.

So my recommendations:

Mozart l'Opéra Rock - French with English subtitles. Can be considered a classic by now, I think. Entered my list of favourites instantly, the songs just slap, and it mixes classical with rock music. It wouldn't hurt to read up on Mozart's life a little beforehand 😅

Jesus Christ Superstar - originally English with a complete translation at least in Russian. Not sure about other languages because I know of several German productions with only the dialogue in German. Theeee classic. Not really my favourite, but very watchable, and tbh it should be on a 'required watching' list in this category just because of its massive success and continued popularity.

Lay of Leithian - Russian with English, Spanish, Finnish subtitles. Much smaller in scale than the other two, but so much love and care has been put into its creation. Only suitable for fantasy fans, but works without prior knowledge of Tolkien. This rock opera changed my life for the better.

Honourable mention: The Last Trial - Russian with English and Chinese subtitles, full English translation available, but not performed on stage. Took me a while to understand the plot, and it's billed as a musical, but it's so so good. The ending makes me want to punch a wall every time.

As I've said - it always depends on your interests. Obviously watch Orpheus if you like Greek Mythology, and if you're a history nerd, don't miss Joan of Arc!! But these three (four) do a great job of introducing you to the genre by showing a great variety in topics and styles 💚

[itsasweater]

HSMTMTS thoughts before season 4 pt. 2 continued.....

Just a continuation of my thoughts on the ships after my re-watch of S1 through 3 before the final season airs. The first part of pt. 2 only touched on Rini, I wanted to fit more ships in but it would have been way to long of a post so here is the rest. Once again just a warning that I'm going to be brutally honest about the ships on the show.

Portwell (Gina and EJ):

The common question with this pairing that I see asked is, why put them together just to break them up? Well, because they were a plot device. Simple as that, you can be mad at that but the evidence and hints were there all along.

They had no romantic undertones at all until EJ all of a sudden has feelings for Gina in ep5 titled The Quinceanero in S2. Gina is upset in this episode, wants to leave again and we are shown EJ looking longing at her. Just bam out of nowhere, he's interested. Nothing from the previous 4 episodes or previous season that would explain it. Also, remember that before this EJ has a whole discussion with Ashlyn of how much older he feels compared to her and how young she seems but now he is interested in her best friend. What? Was this pairing not rushed and out of nowhere.

Let's get into some of the evidence and hints that the show gave that should have made people realize that this pairing was just a plot device. First off, one of the big ones that just slapped the viewers in the face is the flashback scene between Ricky and Gina at the end of S1. The show filmed and kept that for a reason. They inserted that to plant the seeds to the audience that they're story was not over and to be prepared for that. They put it right in the next episode after they show that EJ may be interested in Gina, almost like they were saying this pairing between Gina and EJ might be happening but remember this moment for the future. Also, just like how in order for Rini to get back together they had to remove Gina, they had to completely stop all interactions between Gina and Ricky for Portwell to happen. This tactic that shows use of removing a character and or stopping communication between the two characters so that one of them can bond with someone else is always a red flag too me. A light bulb just always goes off in my head when this happens. That just tells me that the show knows that those characters bond is so strong that in order to make a pairing with one of them with someone else believable or shine they have to remove them from interacting with each other. Like, if I am supposed to take them seriously, why do you have to remove all communication between Ricky and Gina for them to work. People always bring up the couch scene that Gina and EJ have as this big great moment, yes it was a nice scene but they always miss something that was said. EJ says something along the lines of "you know" or "you know what I mean" and Gina immediately responds with a NO. Parallel that with her discussions with Ricky and how they understand what each other mean and or say. This stuff isn't by accident, it's seeds being planted. Even the episode where Gina is in the airport and she meets Jack, it's all tied to Ricky if you re-watch the episode. Jack even mentions taking the safest seat on the plane (hint: this is EJ). We get to the finale of S2 which is a whole mess to start out with and Gina's brother Jamie mentions EJ being a big brother to her lol The show was not even taking them seriously as a pairing. Which leads to once again just like S1's finale having a hard to watch scene with the Rini confession, S2 outdoes it with the cringe. Making Gina say will you be my first kiss to EJ across a parking lot, run to each other while it's very obvious the actors were not taking it seriously, playing circus music in the background and then having no payoff in seeing the kiss. Please people, the show didn't take this relationship seriously.

We get to S3 ep1 and Gina mentions experiencing a summer of first's including a first boyfriend, funny how a big thing about Gina is not doing thing anything right the first time. That dialogue is not by accident. At the end of ep 1 we get EJ saying nothing is going to ruin his and Gina's perfect summer together but Gina say's who said anybody would and right as she say's that Ricky shows up right in the middle of them in the frame. Media literacy people, that wasn't by accident. Next, EJ mentions to Gina about being surprised by Ricky showing up at the beginning of ep 2 and Gina immediately changes the subject, go back and look at the face she makes. The show was not exactly subtle with the seeds that were being planted about where the season was going and which pairing was going to happen. To make it even clearer they have Ricky play Kristoff and Gina play Anna, with EJ stepping in at certain parts to play Hans. Kristoff literally asks Anna what Hans last name is and she doesn't know, paralleling that with Gina not knowing what EJ stands for in the same episode. Come to think of it, the show was really making it obvious to the audience what was going to happen. You literally had to close your eyes and plug your ears to not see or hear what the show was telling you.

Finally, would I have preferred that these two were never put together like many others have said if they were just going to break them up? Sure. I also think you couldn't put Gina with Ricky before having her experiencing a relationship first and learn about what she want's and needs from one before that happening. Did the show have another choice but EJ to pair with Gina for her to experience all of this, not really. I also think the show should have just kept EJ the way he was in season 1, he was fun and caused problems. Every character doesn't have to be good and nice. I hate when shows do that.

In the end, you fell for a plot device ship that had a lot of hints and slapping you over the head signs telling you that they were not going to last. Like I said on previous posts it certainly seems like most people, not all but most who shipped Portwell was because it kept Gina and Ricky apart as opposed to actually liking them. So, undercover Rini's/Jolivia's whatever you want to call them.

This turned out long again lol My apologies, I always end up just rambling on. Probably won't be able to talk about the other ships before the new season airs but will still probably post my thoughts.

Thanks for reading and hope everyone enjoys the final season.

[blueskyheadleft010]

Unicorn: Warriors Eternal is incredibly slow paced...

Still unsure about if Unicorn: Warriors Eternal is gonna be my kinda show to watch or not...

Only 4 episodes have been released and the pacing is really slow with teenie tiny lore bits sprinkled towards the end.

Also not very keen on the whole steampunk London style, but it’s not terrible, just kinda confusing as to why they chose that route. (also 1890′s is not a vibe I relate to, but I want to see where they’re going with it and if they’re gonna lean into it or ignore the worldbuilding.)

There are a few jokes I like so far, but the rest is really strange and the lack of background music in most of the scenes makes it feel empty unintentionally. Sound effects also seem generic and typical, and have a lot of reused sound fonts; so I guess the budget went to the animation and voice acting over everything else.

The pacing is a lot slower than what I'm used to, and it took 2 episodes to just get to the basic plot premise and it wasn’t very interesting in terms of pacing or anything.

The fox lady is mysterious, but so far I have no idea who she is or what she wants other than to prevent Unicorn from doing their job?? Also Merlin showed up for all of 5 secs in the beginning and told Unicorn they gotta keep being reincarnated to fight the energy dragon over and over and ‘hey look, I somehow went through time and brought back this steampunk robot to help you guys. He doesn’t talk or anything, and he uses various whistles and kazoos to make sound, so good luck imma peace out now’ then never shows up again?

My main cons are the Popeye/Betty Boop art style. It’s really throwing me off and not in a good way. It’s not consistently blending with the cgi shots and other one off animation scenes. (Some stroke widths are also inconsistent and a few shots of animation feel like moving storyboards instead of fluid animation; really anytime something moves across the screen or stretches feels like it was lazily edited in After Effects).

(observe the 3 different shading styles/line art in these gifs.)

  The enemies Unicorn faces look both like creatures from Primal and Sym-bionic Titan, but don’t match with the rest of the character styles on screen. 

I also just don’t like the big-nosed toothy people and dopey goofy grins; it’s overexaggerated to the point I can’t decide if everyone is high or if the show has a thing against the British in general because there is a ton of crooked/gapped teeth to the point it’s cringe to look at for too long.

There’s a lot of stereotyped characters in this show, and while I understand they’re going for a specific style, I’m not too sure if this is gonna get a pass or if they are leaning way too hard into it to the point it’s insulting to any human being on a fundamental level.

Having said that, there are a few gems of animation (and fewer good lines of dialogue); but they’re often in scenes that aren’t big action scenes or anything so it’s kinda weird when one dialogue scene cuts to someone moving around very fluid-like and then cuts back to a scene which is less movement oriented. (For example they animated a near 180 degree turn of a hand reaching above, but there wasn’t really any buildup or need for it, it just was?? and then cut to a cgi animated fight where the enemies get slapped off screen in the course of 3 keyframes.) 

I’m not sure what this show wants from me the viewer and the audience, but I’m willing to give it a shot if they would just pick up the pace of the action, holy cow it’s too slow!! D:

[chuuyascumsock]

Heyyooo how’ve you been!!! I hopt ur doin okie and stayin safe !

Just saw your reply, AND TO THE PERSON WHO GOT YALL EXTRA HOMEWORK:-DISHONOR ON YOU, DISHONOR ON YOUR COW-

Oh also i have no idea what that anon who keeps tryna say ur not a lesbian if you like fictional men is getting at…DUDE DO YOU NOT HEAR HOW SILLY YOU SOUND??? I feel the need to direct them to the nearest pond since they keep acting like a silly goose🙄

Also also on the less casual side if things, i may have been having silly werewolf chuuya thoughts….

ALSO ALSO ALSO IM SO EXCITED FOR YOUR CHUUYA VERSE SMUTSSS AHHH THE ENTIRE WEEK’S WORTH HAS BE ABSOLUTELY VIBRATING WITH EXCITEMENTTT i may or may not be dying for day one(good) but that’s besides the point! Please take as much time as you need and want! We’ll still be here waiting like followers in a cult when youre done.(i wanted to make a sorta worshippers in a church analogy but thought the cult one fit better..?? I mean your basically the deity we offer our silly goofy thoughts to sooo yh☺️)

Please hydrate and eat well and keep slaying☺️💅🏻

(Also i thought of maybe trying to leave you some little smutty thoughts every day? Idk youve been so nice i just wanna actually write you something😔 sooo id love to know what you’d want!)

-🧀

How I feel rn after your cult comment (I have a long history of starting cults in the past so I’m glad I haven’t lost my old ways 🥰😋).

But yeah, THAT ASSHOLE GOT US HW EVERYDAY FROM NOW ON I WANTED TO SLAP HIM SILLY. IT’S MUSIC CLASS, HOW DO YOU FUCK UP MUSIC CLASS 😭😭

Fr, as perfectly said by my bestie Pissbutt, I’m a fake straight and a real lesbian 😍

WEREWOLF CHUUYA⁉️ YOU’RE A MONSTER FUCKER, OH MY GOD— EW, DISGUSTING, GRO— Me too, drop the thoughts 👀 (The amount of past interests I have are wild, everything I will always be unfazed 👹).

I’m actually excited for the week of smuts too, I already have an outline and plot for all of them. I think my favorite ones rn I’m REALLY looking forward to are the Detective and University Student Chuuya ones cause I have a surprise for the Detective one. Y’all say the Voyeurism tag, right? 🤭

I HOPE YOU EAT PROPER MEALS AND SOME SNACKIES (and stay hydrated with that h2hoe 😫).

(You’re so sweet, you don’t have to leave smutty thoughts everyday, I also accept crack, fluff, and angst too if you have any of those. But if you want to, you absolutely can, but don’t feel obligated cause Ik burnout hits sometimes when thought vomiting a bunch of ideas lol.)

(And you think I’m nice 🥺? Good, my online personality is working 😈)

[thegreatgaygay]

Roxy's IRL Friends and Their Les Mis Experiences

right so the context is that i have been hyperfixated on les mis for two months and am insufferable and talk about it all the time with my friends, including my really specific in-jokes with myself (javert's 46 upsetting hats that he makes himself, javer'ts hat being huge/trying to eat him, a lot of hat related stuff actually, at this point it's just to make myself laugh), all the seperate canons i maintain (1-2rp canons, 3-5 fic canons, the one where javert personally knows and really hates shadow the hedgehog) and weird fandom bullshit (the one time i saw a piece of fan art that just absolutely snatched montparnasse's waist. good art btw. but just. he was so snatched and it stuck with me). and they just put up with it. so here's the post.

i have this one friend and she saw les mis on the west end in 2017 and remembers almost none of it but the things she DOES remember include: "two different blonde ladies" and at first i was like there are only three women in this show so it narrows it down but it took some prying to discover that these were, in fact, fantine and cosette.

master of the house is only song she recalls. the only song. out of all of the songs. (it objectively slaps but yall know how i feel about stars and she does too, she's read my stars essay). she said that "those guys [the thenardiers] got another song later on for no reason" which like is technically true i guess.

also, according her, "a guy died on a barricade". yes bestie many guys died on a barricade that's like half the fucking story

and she also got a nosebleed halfway through and spend half the show with her head tilted up so she wouldn't bleed everywhere so she didn't see anything. after she told me about this i explained the full plot of Les Miserables (1978) to her because i a, autistic.

but that's it that's all she remembers from the musical. she also insisted on pronouncing javert JAV-ERT for a month just to piss me off. including while i was dressed as him for halloween. i also have a running joke of people mis pronouncing his name but it used to specifically really get to me for some reason. but like i said my friends put up with so much bullshit from me and i get to hear about fallout 4 and sonic in return, neurodivergent people are so powerful.

my OTHER friend knows the plot of les mis and the songs well enough to torment me still further. he has invented a character named Maurice who does not exist at all ever and he brings Maurice up everytime I bring up les mis at the dinner table (which is often, some would say every single day with few excpetions). he says that his "favorite part of les mis is when maurice goes in the sewer and says 'it's mauricin' time' then her maurices all over the sewer" because we decided that's where maurice lives. i hate my friends so much. love those guys.

my OTHER OTHER friend who i know irl and talk to online said to me recently that they "forgot javert wasn't a real guy" which is hilarious and also reminds me that this person has never listened to les mis or consumed any les mis related media and must have such a fucked up idea of the plot at this point oh my god. they have seen all my memes and all my weird fic stuff but just...they do not know the plot. i wonder what they think happens in les mis???????????

and furthermore, some of my friends and i have discovered that like five of us all have special interests/hyperfixations set in France or that are France related in some way, so i have made a handy graph to hekp us keep track. it's not perfect but i love graphs so much. this is what i get for meeting every single one of my friends at the special move-in day for disability services or at special ed high school. only one of us is straight and only one of us is neurotypical, but it's the same guy and we like him anyways. here's the graph, with names removed but anyways the point is i love my friends but we're all terrible autism people. i'm The Crusades, FORMERLY Hamilton and Les Miserables, if you couldn't guess.