#the shot in the forest is probably one of my favourites (there is a lot tbf)

[yrsonpurpose]

That boy. How far will he go?

[nazo-kg]

'The Sun Rises Once More'

That Okami sequel announcement, man...

There were tears....I'm so happy.

Also I merged all the layers to check something and then couldn't undo it because I'm stupid so if something looks a bit weird, it's probably because of that.

For context, Okami is my favourite game of all time.

It holds a lot of emotional weight for me, and it really inspired younger me to look at art, and honestly even video games, in a different way.

I adore that it's a love letter to nature and Japanese mythology, and even though it's a long game, I wouldn't have it any other way. I feel like if it weren't as long as it is, it wouldn't feel as grand and climactic. The opening, with this in mind, echoes this fact, as though it's foreshadowing.

However, thanks to this, the ending leaves you feeling like you really went on a big adventure, and met loads and loads of different characters.

It's such an important piece of media, and a treasure to not only the medium of video games, but also just art as a whole. There hasn't been anything like it before, and hasn't been anything quite like it afterwards either (Okamiden doesn't count).

One thing that really made me emotional is that the new studio developing the sequel is called Clovers...as a tribute to Clover Studio; a studio that truly deserved better for making such unique, innovative and charming games. Its legacy lives on.

Everything about the announcement felt magical; Geoff choking up presenting it. The first shamisen pluck that opened the scene, the notes reminiscent of "A Giant Monster in Wait" from the Okami soundtrack. The goosebumps hearing the instruments. The tentative shots of a creature sprinting through a forest, cleverly masked. And then finally getting the full view of Ammy, and the rest of the instruments join in unison to recite a blissful rendition of "The Sun Rises"...Then it's shown Kamiya is at the helm.

It felt as though the stars had aligned.

It was a stunning, magical reveal, and to put into words just how ecstatic and excited I am, is impossible.

[saintslewis]

❝ 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ❞

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!reader

summary: when he comes back from arguably most demanding races of the season, he truly wants to be cuddled up with his girlfriend especially when they haven't seen each other in two weeks.

warnings: established relationship!, mild smut (18+ MDNI), cussing. the usual. typos.

wc: 2.6k

requested: yes | no ~ this lovely request right here!

saint team radio: i wanna scream, this was supposed to be out in SEPTEMBER!!! but now it’s here 🤭. lil one shot before releasing “Break my Soul” and i hope you guys enjoy this one. plus i’m getting used to writing smut now 😧 anyways bye! love ya!

taglist: @non-stop-imagines @lorarri @thisismeracing @httpsserene @mauvecherie-writes @yeea-nah @queenshikongo3 @cherry2stems @planetmimi @alika-4466 @arshiyuh (lmk if you wanna be tagged!)

pls like, comment and reblog! 🫶🏽 (i’m watching you 🤨)

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"I know what you are." You gasped as you watched Bella confront Edward in the forest. The morning sun was shining its rays through the large windows and sliding doors of the large house. The couch was slowly sinking you into it, the packet of cookies from your favourite bakery nestled next to your comfortable figure.

Understandably, it was quite early in the morning, 9 am to be precise, to be watching Twilight and munching on cookies but to be fair, Roscoe had woken you up for early morning snuggles. Deciding to check the time on your phone, you became distracted by your wallpaper of Lewis with you next to him with the green mountains of Bali right behind you both, flowers behind your ear to celebrate your birthday.

You truly missed him a lot, these past two weeks felt as if they dragged on and on the longer you waited to see him. Only being able to see him on your phone screen and tv, his fashion becoming a staple for you to follow almost every week. When his face appeared on screen for a post race interview, you would find yourself admiring him and completely closing off to whatever he was saying into the mics. Even seeing his car drive around gave you butterflies, just hearing his name would make you stop in your tracks every single time.

Lewis' face quickly invaded your mind, no longer focusing on the movie before you. Although you had tried to distract yourself with giving yourself tasks to do along with completing some work you probably missed, doing those things were just always better with your boyfriend around. Physically being on each other's space was something you needed desperately, a true connection when realising that you both had the love language of physical touch.

During these two week, you would resist the urge to touch yourself in thought of Lewis, deeming him to be the only one who could find your sweet spots so much better than you could. Embarrassingly enough, you had resorted to watching fan edits of him just for you to feel something. All you did was like a single video on your feed then you fell into the rabbit hole of his fans being extremely talented and feeling the way you felt but you would sleep better knowing that you had him all to yourself at the end of the day.

Snapping you out of your daily daydream about your boyfriend, your phone buzzed with a notification from the front gate of the house to say that a car has entered the driveway and you immediately jumped up in excitement, alerting Roscoe. "Come on boy, Dads is home." You smiled to the energetic dog who was eagerly waiting for you to put your slides on.

Opening the front door wide enough, Roscoe ran right past you to greet Lewis as the man was taking his luggage out of the trunk, giving his affection to his dog before standing up straight (with a bit of caution) to look at you standing just a few feet away. He studied you from head to toe, the Nike pro shorts were barely visible underneath the +44 sweater that you helped design. Your braids were fresh, nails done and from what he saw, a small but new tattoo on your hand and he swore his stomach flipped at the sight of you.

"Hey baby!" You expressed as you threw your arms around his neck, his head buried itself into your neck and your scent filled up his nostrils. "Hi." The tired voice vibrated through your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His large hands were resting on your lower back moving ever so slowly, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Moving your heads back, you gave him a sweet peck as he looked into your eyes afterwards. Studying his face a little, his eyes were a little droopy and his face wasn't as bright as you saw it on facetime hours ago. Letting go of the hug, you moved to help him with his suitcases but noticed that he seemed to walk a little funny as he walked into the house.

Finding him in the kitchen drinking a glass of water, you chose to lean back into the counter next to him. "Knowing you, I can tell you didn't eat so how about you go shower and i'll make breakfast?"  You suggested and all the man could do was smile and lean in to kiss you, tasting your strawberry chapstick before going upstairs with his hand on his back.

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A hearty breakfast and him talking about how the race went in terms of strategy then a few discussions of random stuff, you both opted for chilling on the couch to catch up on a bit of TV. Lunch was ordered and you two spent the afternoon just being in each other's presence. You then decided to showcase the clothes you had bought during the two weeks he had been gone, each dress and skirt getting shorter than the last with his exhaustion preventing him from wanting to take you right then and there.

Changing back into the original outfit you had on, he quickly changed into his gym wear to work out in the home gym he had built in before you had moved in. "Will you be okay to workout, Lew?" You asked, filling the glass with small heart shaped ice cubes, ironically matching the tennis bracelet you were wearing. "I'm fine sweetie, I promise." He muttered as his eyes trailed down to your chest, the +44 sweater long gone as the day became hotter. "Eyes up here, babe." You giggled as he didn't even seem to hear you say anything.

"What?" He snapped out of it, making you laugh a little harder. "Go do your workout stuff, you dork. When you come back, we can do some skin care." You smiled as he held your hips with his grip tightened. "I can think of something else-"

"Lewis, I'm gonna bite you. Go." You narrowed your eyes at the man who walked away giggling as if he heard the funniest joke.

Nighttime was slowly approaching and dinner was already prepared, finding pesto really easy to make. Lewis was still in the home gym, your phone buzzing with instagram telling you that he posted on his story. Clicking on it, you saw how your boyfriend took a full body mirror picture with his shirt completely off and he looked a bit breathless. The lights glistened on his abs and tattoos, accentuating his tan even more. The v line was showing as his shorts sat quite low on his waist and you were left speechless, gripping the blanket so much that you could barely feel your hand anymore. Rubbing your thighs together, you tried to relax your thoughts by reminding yourself that he still has what seemed like an injury on his back.

But to be fair, nothing could stop him, not even an injury.

You tried distracting yourself from the instagram story by playing some music and doing some online shopping. Hearing his heavy footsteps enter the room, his sweaty self looked at you with a look you knew all too well but you decided to not do the deed tonight because you thought he needed to be well rested for this.

"You gonna go shower?" You stopped what you were doing and faced him with crossed arm with a little smile on your face. He came a bit closer and you backed up. "Lew, get away. You're sweaty." Your cheeks started to hurt from the smiling and all he did was open his arms as he came closer to you. "Lewis, I'm so serious. Babe wai-" You didn't even finish your sentence before you bolted, heading up to your shared bedroom and he chased after you with both your giggles filling the air.

"Baby, stop moving. I can't put on the under eye mask." You pouted, holding the cold cucumber scented applicator in your hand. "It's just cold." He muttered, holding the back of your legs as you stood between his legs. "C'mon gramps, it'll take like 5 minutes then you'll forget it's there." Knowing how he'd react to the nickname, you received the nastiest side eye you've gotten from him. Doubling down in laughter, you held onto the bathroom sink counter for dear life as you continued to laugh with him.

As the laughter died down, you fixed your braids into a bun and put your hand out for him to give up his hair tie that he has had on the whole day. "I like your earrings, love. When'd you get them?" He asked, now standing behind you as you made eye contact in the mirror. His eyes still had the same look as when he came out of the gym. "Remember that one bracelet you brought back from Milan last month? They opened a store in Central london so I think it was Thursday." You nodded as you told him, removing both your under eye masks to then fully wash and moisturise your faces.

Lewis opted to watch you complete your routine as you did like to take your time with it, the scented candles creating the perfect atmosphere. His left hand came around your waist, his other hand holding onto your hip and his head dropping into your neck with small butterfly-like kisses peppering your skin. You stopped everything you were doing to feel exactly what Lewis was doing to you, his large hands lowering down your body with each kiss.

"Lew, baby. You need to rest." You whispered, unable to speak from his soft kisses. "Missed you so much, just wanna feel you.” He whined into your neck. As he picked up his head to kiss even further, you already turned your head to look at him, your face filled with worry.

“Can you not make that face?” You slightly jutted your lip out, his face sending a completely different message. “Is it working?”

“No.” You tried your best to hide the smile from your face, your boyfriend’s face dropping at the answer. Backing away from his embrace, you walked into the bedroom, fully aware that he was following right after you.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you watched as Lewis stood in front of you then locked eyes with you. “Love, can I at least eat you out?” His whiny voice sounded out and you were fully taken by surprise. You had yet to experience this side of him in the bedroom but if it meant hearing that voice all over again, you were all in.

Not even waiting for your words, the man dropped down onto his knees, holding your thighs as balance as he maintained the eye contact with you. “Please, please baby. I’ll be so good, I promise. Won’t tease you, I’m starving. Just wanna taste you.” He rambles, his eyes slightly closed as his voice drops the closer his face gets to your thighs.

You couldn’t believe what was actually happening, so much so that it took you a few seconds to even think of a response. His chocolate eyes looked up at you with such anticipation, eagerly waiting for you to say something, anything. All you could do was nod and within seconds, he began kissing up your thighs, silently thanking the universe for bringing the two of you together.

Between her slight panting, you remembered that his back was in pain from earlier in the day, giving you an idea. “Lew.” You called out, his head rising to stare at you once more. “Lie on your back, don’t need you to hurt it more than it already is.” You said, slowly guiding him to stand up with you then push him down onto the bed by his chest. He huffed out a slight chuckle at your eagerness.

Once the clothes were off, you crawled up to straddle him but catching him by surprise, your lower body was closer to his face than he thought. Your legs were on each side of his head, your dripping core was hovering right above his mouth, he could’ve sworn he was in heaven. Gently holding onto his braids, you lowered yourself slightly yet not fully sitting, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to breathe.

“Y/n baby. Sit on my face, please.” Lewis groaned from underneath you, his breath hitting your core making you slightly shiver. His large hands creeped up onto your ass, bringing you down onto his face with a grip. Once you had gotten used to him devouring you like a touch starved man, you eventually found your rhythm and began moving in perfect harmony with his tongue, slightly pulling his braids when you felt the all too familiar knot into your stomach .

Your orgasm ripped through you, your moans bouncing off the walls of your shared bedroom. When wanting to lift yourself off of him, he continued to lick and suck on your sensitive clit, overstimulating you quite a bit. Your moans grew into whimpers and that’s when Lewis knew that you were beginning to feel tired, your body slightly shaking from the intense sensation of your release.

Now having a bit more energy, you actually lifted yourself up from his mouth and wanted to go down on him as you craved to have something that would give him the same sensation that he gave you. Before you could even reach his hard on, he held onto one of your hands. Kissing your palm, he spoke up. “Can you please just fuck me? I need to feel you around me, sweetie.” Lewis asked, the same look from before wooing you so easily.

You continued making your way down on him until he suddenly flipped the both of you. “Lew! Warn a girl next time!” You wanted to roll your eyes at him but he just smiled and leaned down to give you a breathtaking kiss, feeling butterflies in your stomach once more.

“I’ve got you, baby. Just let me make you feel good.” He smirked, holding your legs to go around his waist. Once entering you, it truly felt like this should go on forever, have this night replay in your mind like a broken record. His hips snapping against yours would bring you back to reality, seeing stars once the familiar knot returned to taunt you. With the way he was pounding into you, you would’ve never thought he had back pain the whole time.

You screamed upon your 4th release, your body flopping against the sheets as you tried to catch your breath. Lewis emerged from the bathroom with a warm and slightly wet towel to gently wipe your pussy, you sucked in a breath as your sensitive clit felt the material against you.

Once fully done with aftercare for you and himself, you looked up at the man as you layed on your front to look at him laying next to you. “I truly love you, Y/n. Couldn’t thank the stars enough for you.” He expressed, the look in his eyes sending a deeper message into your soul.

“I love you so much, Lewis.” You responded and you could feel the love radiating off of each other.

This was love and you could forever drown in this feeling with Lewis right by your side.

[pokepollsters]

Lumi Plays Pokémon: White 2 Bug Monotype Run- Part 7

Well, we've rounded the team out a bit with a Dwebble that isn't weak to Flying or Fire Type. I'm sure we'll be able to handle anything that comes our way, right?

Oh god that's scary.

Jokes aside, the newly acquired Candy did actually manage to take down that Sigilyph! (With a lot of heal spamming and sacrifice plays...)

The rest of the Desert Resort went a lot smoother though, and the team got a good bit stronger! We also grabbed some good items too. Here's where the squad is at after tackling all the trainers:

So, with the desert behind us, we headed to Nimbasa- but not before some guy wants me to take over an avenue?

He asks me about my favourite things to say and do, to which there is an obvious answer.

But finally! We make it to Nimbasa. I'm sure I'll go back to that avenue sometime. Probably.

So I healed at the Pokémon Centre, and explored the town, getting more items and bumping into some guys who I battle.

I'm sure these two won't be part of a traumatic storyline in a game released 10 years later! Probably.

My next destination is actually Route 5, where I meet up with Bianca and she gives me Fly!

She also tells us about Hidden Grottos, and this unlocks grottos all over the world for us to find. I'll keep that in mind.

I don't do anything else here though, and instead go over to the other Route out of Nimbasa, and to the small secluded area north of it- Lostlorn Forest.

Here there are a couple of Bug types I can find, but there's one that I'm most interested in. In the forest is a Hidden Grotto, and within the grotto, you can find Heracross with Defiant. Pretty powerful. You can also find Pinsir with Defiant, and regular Pinsir too, but none of them have the alluring Fighting Type to help with any rocky foes and to get STAB for all the Fighting Type moves we'd be using.

I do some running around, regenerating the grotto, to see if I can get lucky- and I need to get really lucky.

In the meantime, I'm also checking rustling grass because...

A new friend! We catch her, of course.

I run around for 30-60 minutes, checking on the grotto, but ultimately it comes to nothing. We don't find any Pokémon, let alone the Heracross I had hoped I may find. I knew it was a long shot, but just how long?

Well, grottos regenerate after 256 steps, 5% of the time. Of that 5%, you have a 20% chance of it spawning a Pokémon, meaning every 256 steps there's a 1% chance of a Pokémon. Among those in the forest, Heracross is very, very rare. When the grotto regenerates, there's a 0.75% chance of Heracross. This means, every 256 steps, I have a 0.0375% chance of getting a Heracross to spawn in! I'm sure that'll happen in no time, right?

Well, assuming I was 'on odds' so to speak, and it took me the very average number of steps to find this Heracross, how many steps would I need to take? Roughly 680,000. And (generously) assuming that the bike can travel 20 steps in a second, this would take around 34,000 seconds- or almost 9 and a half hours. Yeah... We're not doing that, sorry Heracross!

(Note: my numbers may be wrong, and I did them quickly, so feel free to fact check!)

With that in mind, we're just going to call getting the Vespiquen a success, and she's going to need a name!

Leave your suggestions in the notes as usual please!

I don't know if she'll be a permanent team member, given that we have some very good Bugs coming up later, but for now she's here and she's going to be doing her best for the team!

Next time, Elesa. The most popular gym leader, and our next gym battle!

[aurorialwolf]

Was inspired by seeing other ppl do this so,, a short little fun fact list about my ocs (some of this is also from shorter little one-off posts I made)

These are all prime universe but I may do one for their Imperium versions another day,,

Aria: - Can speak Irish (her and Salvia communicate this way to keep up practice) - Has a 5 y/o little brother - Her favourite video game is The Stanley Parable (because of its absurd dream-like vibes) - She's connected more to Irish culture - so if you've seen her mention fae, that's why, she's researched the mythology and such a lot as well (hence why when she first got stuck in the imperium she compared the dimension swap to entering a faerie circle, and she compared Aurora to a fae because of the 'names obtained' in the bio of the sideblog) - She drinks an unhealthy amount of cream soda,, but doesn't like energy drinks or coffee (caffeine makes her tired)

Millie - Best shot out of her entire Surveillance and Containment team; solos them all when they go to a firing range for practice - She's from South Carolina, and has a slight southern accent still, but she covers it up for work often - She's VERY much not used to getting attention; Mouse paying attention to her and actually reaching out makes her pretty flustered, but positively so - Her favourite video game is Halo Reach.

Salvia - She's a spy for her clan's Queen (she's a member of the House of Baz), relaying classified information from DUMP so that Monarch Baz can have the upper hand in terms of information. - She's lesbian, and before she was turned, she had a girlfriend. They'd both been unempowered, so she's unable to go back to Ireland to see her. - She was turned after falling from some cliffs while talking a walk through the forest with her girlfriend.

Kayli - Used to be incredibly violent, but not aggressively so; measured, calculative, as she used to neutralize enemies of the Chorus, or those the Chorus found to be interfering. She went on trial for war crimes once the main conflict had concluded. She has been reformed for hundreds of years now. - She left a sword in a lake, as a symbolic way to wash away some of her violent sins. ....She may be the source of a couple "Lady of the Lake" 'sightings' in the past. - She pretends to be much younger than she is while she's on the job, acting around 70, since being significantly older can unnerve people. She also usually talks very "human" while on the job; which is only reflected once on her tumblr blog, which she usually uses to speak normally

Cassie - Wanted to be a baker when she was a child. Still has a vague wish of opening a bakery one day. She always has some kind of baked good in her house, or in her car (properly sealed, of course). She offered some of said baked goods to dct-n when they needed to be picked up and driven back to the place they were staying. - She's buff as hell. One day I'll draw it or find a good reference for what she looks like. Most of the pics online are too veiny and skinny? She's very bulky and healthy buff, not really exaggerated bodybuilder buff. - Her last name is 'Bernheim', a Jewish last name made from the Yiddish word for 'bear' and the german word for home, 'heim'. Picked it because it makes sense for her as a bear shifter and a very comforting homey person.

Amelia - Honestly, probably my least favourite out of the probation officers,, feel lowkey bad but she's got the least buildup so far.. maybe one day I'll flesh her out more and give her a roleplay blog but for now alas she doesn't get one,, - She's (somewhat) based off this sporty extrovert girl who's one of my classmates. - She's a sonal energetic,, that's a fun fact because probably no one remembers that because I said it maybe twice LOL - Had an alternative phase in highschool - From Los Angeles originally.

Tagging @lancerthatisntfree and @localpigeon22 and @original-bookshelf cuz their posts inspired this,,

[spacedouterri]

In an attempt to make some friends or just get to know the cliqueblr

Twenty one pilots fans, What is your:

Fav song on each album?

Fav era Aesthetically?

Favourite Music Video?

How many concerts have you been to?

If you could make everyone in the world listen to one song which would it be?

If you could only listen to one album ever again which would it be?

Which song makes you cry the most?

Which song makes you want to dance to most?

Which song do you have the fondest memories of?

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Ill go first

Fav song on each album?

Self Titled - probably Oh Ms Believer or March to the Sea | RAB - Forest | Vessel - House of Gold | BF - Hometown | Trench - My Blood | SAI - Shy Away or Saturday | Clancy - Next Semester

Fav era Aesthetically? SAI kinda ate i love pastel colors and the creepy overly cheery vibes were cool to me and RAB is a close second

Favourite Music Video? A hard one but i think Holding on to You with Routines being a close second. I like the shots and the artistry of both and ugh <3 guys i love this band

How many concerts have you been to? 0 😭😭 im hoping to go to one this tour pray for me yall ive been wanting this for 6 years now

If you could make everyone in the world listen to one song which would it be? I think Truce. Its beautiful and peaceful and i think its message can resonate with everyone.

If you could only listen to one album ever again which would it be? Vessel hands down. Its my og no skip album (Clancy is coming for it though) ive always said i can listen to Vessel 100 times and never get sick of it

Which song makes you cry the most? I dont cry a lot so the imma say three way tie for Trees, Truce, and March to the Sea. They just aaaaaa

Which song makes you want to dance to most? Ride and Saturday omg!! Those two are so groovy!!!! Ode to sleep is a good one too but its less dancing and more thrashing lmao

Which song do you have the fondest memories of? House of Gold. Its all of my brothers' favourite. I used to sing it with my best friend all the time. Im sure we have like 100 videos of us singing it together playing it on the ukulele

[wheelin-after-midnight]

54.

Which of these ob words describes you most - oblivious, obnoxious or objective? Objective.

What’s your favourite thing about the ocean? How expansive and beautiful it is.

What odour makes you feel physically sick? The smell of shoes that have been worn without socks/on a person's sweaty feet is one that gets me. Also when Nippy uses the litter box, that period right afterwards, before she's buried her waste and the litter hasn't had a chance to dry everything out and mask the odor yet. I scoop/stir directly after each time she's used the box unless I'm asleep, so it doesn't last long. I've a strong stomach generally, but occasionally those few moments make me gag.

How often do you cut your hair? Not too often.

How easily offended are you? It depends on the context of the situation, honestly. My feelings can get hurt easily and I can be sensitive, but usually there's an actual reason for it. I'm not offended by every single thing I don't like or agree with or every person/viewpoint that differs from me. I can tune a lot of shit out when needed.

What’s the official language of your country? English and French are both our official languages.

What was the last thing you used ointment for? I'm pretty sure it was for this really bad itchy, sore rash I had for about six weeks in the summer.

How old were you when you finished your education? 19.

How old were you when you had your first best friend? Third grade.

Has your country hosted the Olympic Games? If so, when was the last time? According to Google, we hosted in '76, '88, and '10.

Name one thing you take a keen interest in? Music/singing/musical theatre (as a patron and as a participant.)

If you only had 3 things to take with you in a forest overnight, what would you choose? Given my physical disability/health conditions, one of the things I take with me would have to be another person by default. The other two would probably be a sleeping bag and the allowance for the other person to bring their own three things so we'd have a better shot out there.

When did you last go to the opticians? 2017, I think.

What was the last thing you ordered online? Several new packs of underwear so I could replace all my old ones.

How organised are you? I'm not like super anal about every speck of dust or anything like that, but I don't like clutter and mess and if something doesn't serve me anymore for whatever reason I'll donate or toss it. I grew up with a mother who was/is very opposite to that mindset in a lot of ways and it made me want to be opposite to her.

Do you have any ornaments? What of? I have some small wall hangings and signs, some knicknack figurines of little bunnies. That's about it.

Other than your current job, what job would you choose and why? My dream job has always been to be a mother. Unfortunately life is sick and cruel and I can't have kids, so that won't happen. I guess I've semi accepted it more than I used to be able to, but I'll never truly get over it.

Are you more over sensitive or over analytical? The real question is am I overly sensitive because I'm overly analytical or am I overly analytical because I'm overly sensitive? <<<< Right?!?!

How many hats do you own? One tuque with one of Jann Arden's album names on the front of it that Brittany bought me at one of her concerts.

Have you ever seen an owl close up? Yes.

What was in the last packet you opened? Sea salt and malt vinegar kettle chips.

What do you like on your pancakes? Butter/margarine and real Canadian maple syrup. Or sometimes just peanut butter.

Do you prefer lined or plain paper to write on? I really don't care that much either way.

What was in the last parcel you had in your hands? The first pack of the underwear I ordered that came in.

What are your parents’ names? I'm not sharing that.

Do you like pears? No.

Pencils or pens? Depends what the application is. Usually pens.

What was your first pet called as a kid and what type of pet was it? The first family pet that I really remember and was brought up with for many years was a Maltese mix we named Toto, but my parents had Duchess the Great Dane before I was born, and Rusty when I was a baby, who was some kind of Shepherd mix, I think.

How many contacts do you have on your phone? I have them in my Google contacts in my tablet, but I don't feel like checking the actual number.

How many pictures are saved on your phone? They're in my Google Photos, but I have thousands.

What was the last Pink item you held? My Bluetooth keyboard and mouse when I got them out of the drawers/storage containers where I keep them when I'm not using them. They're baby pink and sooo fucking cool.. One of my best purchases ever.

What place have you been to that you would never go back to, and why? Nan and Pa's house. They're both dead and the house was sold to someone else.

Do you have any plaid clothing? I have a plaid pajama set and a couple plaid button downs, as well as some plaid leggings. I love plaid, actually. :)

What colour or design are your plates/bowls? They were here when I moved in and they don't all match. I don't even use everything that's there.

What was the last game you played? The Ultimatum Netflix game.

What was the plot of the last book you read? It was Tina Turner's second memoir, about the latter half of her life after escaping her abusive marriage to her first husband.

What’s in your pockets? My current outfit doesn't have pockets.

What Podcasts do you listen to? Two Hot Takes, We're All Insane, Thread Talk Podcast, The Dr. John Delony Show, I Shake My Head With Lisa and Sam, sometimes Celebrity Memoir Book Club, but the last one I can only handle in small doses as the hosts can be grating and several times I've found myself thinking they have some stank ass, mean girl energy going on. There are a few others I listen to, but not as regularly as the others I listed.

Which word better describes you: popular, professional, proud or prudent? Prudent.

What position do you sleep in? All of them. I have to be able to move a lot.

What was the last thing you ate with potatoes in? Chips.

Who has the most powerful singing voice in your opinion? Whitney motherfuckin' Houston, baby. One of the best and greatest to ever do it, period.

Do you know anyone who is currently pregnant? No.

In what way are you privileged? Being a citizen of a first world country.

Are you a very private person? Absolutely. My own family doesn't even know me as deeply and intimately as they assume.

Who are you protective of? My cat, my girlfriend, my ride or die friends, my passions, my convictions/morals/standards.

Do you show affection in public? Yeah.

Do you use a lot of puns and plays on words? Often, yeah.

What breed of dog was the last puppy you saw? The neighbour's Yorkiepoo when he ran to me when I was down doing laundry the other day.

Do you find the sound of a cats purr incredibly soothing? Omg yes! Nippy does this thing since she turned about one, where if I'm sick and/or crying or upset and laying on my stomach in bed, she'll walk across my back, lay down in a loaf in the middle of it and just stay there for hours, purring her head off. The more off and less like myself I seem, the louder and more persistent her purr seems to be. She's wild and rambunctious and sometimes bitey, but such a lovebug, too. She knows when Mama needs her. :)

[k00299539]

Animation Brief 01 - Week 2 - Parallax Background

Above: Snufkin just chillin

Putting together a full parallaxed background was the biggest individual step in our "World Building" brief, which is why I kept putting it off. I was told by Yvonne that the work had to be produced physically before being digitally composited, for someone who hates painting this was bad news.

I guess like always, the first step was research and gathering reference. I chose Tove Jansson as my artist-to-emulate which proved a bit of a headache in itself. Jansson was prolific and diverse, working with different styles in different mediums regularly in her seven decades long career. A lot of my favourite works of hers are simple black ink on white paper illustrations. But mimicking that style would've gone against the spirit of the project.

I decided to buy a beginners set of gouache paint for a tenner and try to emulate her painted work, the likes of which can be seen on the covers for her children's books. I'd never used gouache before so I don't really know what I was thinking, other than that I knew I was sick of acrylic. Anyway, the first step was a sketch.

Above: Yeah not much going on...

Honestly looking back on this I probably should have spent more time drafting a good composition and actually thinking through the shot I was intending to make. It's not that I didn't give it any thought, just that when you're on a tight schedule and commit to an idea, you're stuck with it. The longer I worked on this project the less I liked it, a bit more foresight at the beginning could've helped prevent that. Ah well.

The composition I went with was a combination of a couple of my landscape sketches. I decided with my "mini-me" limited to being shot from the shoulder up, a horizontal parallax would work best. Basically a simple side-scrolling shot, like holding a camera out a car window. I took the forest backdrop from Cratloe Woods, the classic Irish dry-stone wall from the farm, and I threw in some road signs (and Snufkin) for a bit of fun. The only problem was now I had to paint it...

Above: A real Artíst's palette...

I had no idea how to use gouache. I even used the regular ass paper from my sketchook which was probably a mistake considering the number the water did on it. I started out dampening the paper a bit before going over the major areas with a wash of an approximate colour. You can really tell I worked left to right on the wall because it gets slightly less shitting as your eyes pan across it. The wall was great fun in general, basically just laying down shadows, darkening the crevices and building up the tone. I think I overworked it looking back, although that's true for the painting in general.

Above: Cameos

Don't have much to say about these sketches, I was working fast and trying to have fun with them while keeping in Jansson's style. Also if it's not obvious I take all these photos at night when there's no natural light cause I'm stupid...

Above: Ignore the giant pile of rubbish, I cleaned it up after I promise

At first I really wasn't happy with the treeline in my first painting so I tested out some ideas on another sheet. I liked how it turned out, and I was thinking of incorporating it into the animation, but as the trees are the furthest element in the composition, they will move the least in the parallax shot, making it a bit infeasible. I did reuse the bushes as a foreground element though.

The next step was a tedious one, scan the water-warped paintings on my shitty scanner, disassemble them in Photoshop and stitch the edges as to make them tileable. Honestly I actually enjoy this kind of tedious Photoshop work, I just hated my painting and the shot in general so having to look at them over and over wasn't exactly fun.

Anyway, having made liberal use of the offset filter in Photoshop I had all the layers cut and tileable and ready to import into After Effects. I kind of suck at After Effects so this took longer than it should have. I tried to create the parallax effect in an old school manner by parenting all the layers together and setting a keyframe on their position, and adjusting their start position individually to control the speed at which each layer scrolled. Sounds easy.

I wasn't. Apparently I can't parent properly cause it was anarchy trying to control the speed of the individual layers. Eventually I just watched a Youtube tutorial and used that guy's method, creating a new camera and parenting everything to a null object, then moving the individual layers back in z-space to create the parallax effect as the camera pans.

I'm tired as I write this and I'm unsure how intelligible it is. Here's the horses mouth explaining things if you want to watch for yourselves:

The worst part is after all that it's still just a rough composite. Even beyond the obvious absence of my mini-me, there's a lot of problems in regards to the speed of the individual layers, the foreground elements look more like they're moving on a treadmill than receding in space. A particular cardinal sin I committed was not matching the speed of the grounded elements to the ground on which they're well, grounded.

Anyway I can fix all that later, I'm just sick of looking at it for now.

[bellanotgoth]

Life is strange Fanfic

Fanfic I guess Rachel, Nathan, Chloe and Frank (and me).

This is totally made up out of the blue and its probably pretty bad but just wanted to try it out hope you like it🩷

So me and Rachel would become super close as friends when we were little just like max and Chloe but when i lost my other friend in suicide at age of 8 i was suicidal and Rachel was there for me and since then we did everything together, but then at age of 15 we kinda parted ways slowly but we still did stuff together and when i started hanging out with Nathan Prescott she got furious and i started secretly dating him and i got bullied for it for about 1-2 years and then at age of 17 I met frank when I was getting drugs for Nathan and we had an argument and Nathan came to where we were by the forest and he had a gun and the two quickly got into a fight and Nathan was gonna shot but he shot close to me.

I almost got shot and then he ran away from the place and I was stuck there with frank and I forced him to let me use his bathroom and we started talking and saw how much things we kinda had in common. So on we started a small summer fling he thought i was 18 at first but then found out he i was 16-17 he got mad but we continued until we ended the affair. I started studying my marines and i was always by the beach and the ocean or any sort of waters for that matter, i had my friends Zachary and Crystal. Zac was super into animals which I also am and he wanted to work at a zoo one day or become like Steve Irwin and Crystal she was so cool, her eyes were literally blue like crystals and her hair was black as the night and I cant lie if i said I didn't like her more then a friend at one point she really stuck out. She could be really bad but she was so laidback and nice to everyone and got along well with almost everyone.

Crystal and I become pretty close after my fall out with Rachel when i was 15 we became the new R and B that was our thing me and Rachel we had a band when we were younger called RnB cuz it was our initials. Yeah yeah well Crystal always came and sat with me by the beach and we would read our favourite novels out loud since we both hate to read but we loved hearing it. She could play almost every instrument but her favourite was the flute, she loved to sit and play it while we could hear the waves on the shore she was a natural.

When I was zac he is soo fun, he loves animals and well I do too but my favourite is cats i dont know how many petitions I have had to sign because of him. He is truly a fighter for animals rights yeah he wont let any animal be seen hungry or hurt and he just fights for whats right and I think thats cool of him I admire that. Besides his huge love for animals he also has a thing for photography. When I learned he and Nathan was in the same class I was furious at first but then It cooled off I cant hide from him forever, ever since he left me there after he almost shot me I was so mad. The Nathan I knew was a sensitive sweet guy, yes he had his bad sides but that's the thing I do too when we fought hell broke loose. Thats why I was surprised to learn when i got to campus how people saw him as so crazy.

After some time eventually me and Rachel become friends again, it was then I met Chloe she was soo amazeballs I had never met anyone like her she and Rachel were pretty similar but also so alike I know Rachel and she likes to get what she wants and Chloe she just seems like a troubles teen with a lot of trauma. We Three became like the blonde trio (well I had naturally brunette hair but). But we three had really fun times I even took a pic of them by the beach. It was really great, I talked a lot with Chloe I just found it so interesting what she had been through I also understood her loss of her father I had lost mine too not the same way but we kinda connected on that. After some time we both noticed how Rachel was a bit distant but we never knew why maybe Chloe did and she never told me but I surely did not.

Some months after I went to see Frank again you know just catch up, when i drove to his RV which were at our favourite spot. I froze when I got out of the car and saw Rachel there with Frank, I did not know what to feel betrayed or hurt shocked or confused maybe a mix they weren't only together but kissing I felt like throwing up they went in the RV and then I drove off before I left the site I threw a rock on the side window of the RV and drove as fast as I could. I did not want to tell Chloe since I knew her feelings for Rachel were deeper than mine so I left her out of it but soon enough I started hanging out with Crystal and Zac again.

I had not talked to neither Rachel or Chloe for a while and it was to my surprise when I woke up one day at campus and went to the bathroom to see a missing persons report my eyes were still not awake so I just thought oh unfortunate and when I walked back from the bathroom to my dorm I saw her face Rachel frickin Amber. How the hell did this happen, I took the poster and went inside my dorm and cried. That day I decided to contact Chloe and ask her what happened her response was pretty harsh and cold and she basically told me nothing she hung up and then I sat there shocked.

Everyone on campus was talking about her "did you hear about that girl who is missing" "Rachel Amber" I couldn't concentrate at all "Bella all good?" Crystal waved her hand in front of my face "Yeah I'm fine" both Crystal and Zac were just talking about the new petition Zac wanted to make for the stranded whales and even though Crystal also loved animals she rolled her eyes "Heres another petition for you" and she wrote down on a piece of paper "sign for nerds to be quiet" and she had written her name down on it and she gave it to Zac and laughed.

Heres some pics to the fic, me as Bella obvi and then Nathan, Rachel, Chloe and Frank:3

[hellooodaddy2]

Hellooo Daddy said: Holy fuuuuuucckkk!!!! I love my Daddies, obviously. But sometimes, as a Daddy myself, I need some "Boy" time. And fuck, that happened tonight with a gorgeous, and I mean absolutely fucking GORGEOUS, boy named Tanner.

I visited my favourite cruisy parking lot in the hopes of sucking some Daddy dick and got out of my car and along comes a beautiful Boy, bearded, with a beefy body, thick legs, and a gorgeous face. He looked very, very much like this guy - Forest Cliff - who I think is just fucking stunning!!!

We did the old gropey-gropey thing and then pulled our dicks out and this boy's face lit up when he saw my thick, uncut dick. And so he turned his baseball cap around with the brim at the back and was crouching before me immediately. And man could this boy suck dick.

As he serviced me, other men began to circle like vultures, standing at a respectable distance watching him blow me, but not interfering, thank goodness.

At one point, a sexy brown boy walked up and I waved him over and stroked his short, thick dick while I was getting blown but the boy didn't flinch and kept right on sucking me.

He must have wanted the brown boy to leave but rather than tell him to, he sucked his cock and had brown boy shooting literally within 15 seconds of sucking him.

When brown boy was done, he zipped up and walked away and I bent down as the Boy looked up from the ground and I bent down and kissed him and his eyes lit up and he stood up and kissed me back. And MAN could this boy kiss.

We made out for probably five minutes and then he dropped back down and sucked me dick and licked my balls and I was soon shooting my load on his beautiful beard and in his mouth as he shot his own load on the pavement between us (such a fucking waste!!)

When he stood up, as we zipped up we did the old "Do you live around here?", "You married?" chit chat and I asked him his name and he told me it was Tanner. Sweet, SWEET Tanner!! And I gave him mine and thought that would be it but he kissed me again and we made out fully clothed for probably another 10 minutes before we parted.

We didn't get each other's contact information but Tanner said "I really, REALLY hope I bump into you here again." and I told him that I hoped so too and we both got in our cars and drove away

Ahhhhhh Tanner. Sweet, beautiful, sexy, gorgeous Tanner.

[k-white]

I am gonna be petty so bear with it

This is a rant over the fact that we didn't get Longtae aka the best character in ATOTS back in the Our Skyy2 episodes

So Longtae was one of my favourite characters in ATOTS together with Tian and not just because he was played by Khaotung, it was actually Longtae the character tham made me fall in love with Khao and his acting, and let me tell you I was devastated weeks ago when the shooting started and ON photos were leeked and the official account posted photos of the side characters and no photo of Khao got out that I knew he wasn't gonna be there, and now that the episodes are all out I think I have an inkling of the reason

It was not because Khao didn't want to resume the role, in fact the boy loves ATOTS and Longtae he even said in an interview for the press of Our Skyy2 were they asked wich other characters he would have loved to play other than Ayan and he said PhuTian and Longtae, so that was not it, it wasn't even because actors that played a main role in another Our Skyy2 episode couldn't resume the role of side characters in another, as we can see with dr.Jimmy he played as Puen in VV and as Wai in BBS×ATOTS so not that either, the only reason I could accept could be the conflicting schedule but from what I remembered Khao shot the Eclipse episodes way before the rest started so he had no other show at that time and he didn't have that many things to attend but I could be wrong cuz he should have been shooting in Chiang Mai and his schedule didn't allow him to leave for too much still I think if they wanted him there they could have aaranged the schedule WAY PRIOR to starting shooting so this leaves me to my theory:

Longtae wasn't included in the crossover because he would have made Prans role useless

Let me elaborate, so Pran arrives at the village and his role is badically Tians companion for the most part of the episodes, then Pat arrives and they set themselves to try and pacify the resident couple cuz they need the signature for the play and they care for the relationship of a fellow queer couple, but even after that Pran spends most of his time with Tian, so if we went with the og show the ones that would help PhuTian would have been Mo Nam and Longtae but consodering Nammon left gmmtv after ATOTS the doctor couldn't be there so I think that this made Aof think of an alternative to execute his vision and this brought us to PP going to the mountines but wait! how can Pran play a role as well if we have resident best boy and best advisor Longtae there? simple we cut him off too! AND WE DON'T EVEN MENTION HIM even tho he was Tians best friend and spiritual brother on the mountine, and he would have done a much better job in helping the resident couple and he and Tian would have never got lost! remember this kid was able to get out of the forest at night and with mafia men chasing him! He would have stolen the show with his starry eyes pretty bangs and adorable personality, and if Pat had a crush on Phupa Pran would SO have a crush on Longtae!(am I fueling my NanonKhao ghostship? probably)

So this is my theory for why my baby wasn't included, I know a lot of people that watched the special didn't care much about Longtae being there but I cannot help it, he and Tian were my ultimate favourite characters there amd the bond they shared was more important to me than even the romance! there was just something special about them and I loved it so much and I will never forget how it was denied to me and all the people that wanted Longtaw back, and I will also never forget that he wasn't even mentioned once! In not a single monet during the full 4 episodes!

My rant is over go in peace

[enchi-elm]

Apfelessig rewatches Turn: S01E03 Of Cabbages and Kings

0:01 I remember this scenery is why I fell in love with Turn. The forest shots remain my favourite, especially these breathy morning mist ones. Gorgeous.

0:20 The producers, probably: Hmm. We let two of our heroes look pretty bad these last two episodes, what with the entrapment and prisoner torture. Let's have a shot of them riding together on horses like buddies.

0:47 Whenever a previously unknown and obviously green character gets named in the episode, it's a sure-fire sign they'll be dead by the end of it.

1:54 See, like, logistically, this is where it gets really annoying trying to base historical fiction on a TV show. Is this a platoon? A company? What's the difference? Surely there should be 50 more of them? Why isn't Scott in front? Should he be? Are those men militia and what are they doing with the regulars? Are those regulars?

2:06 Spooooky. Nicely done.

2:55 Don't go up to ze castle Fort Lee!

4:40 Oh, Mary.

5:54 I love Simcoe's little wave, it's one of my favourite Simcoe moments.

6:20 Ben's malicious compliance. :P And another annoyance for the lowly fic writer. Where are you right now? Is it reasonable for Caleb to make a trip to Setauket and back? In two days? You're in New Jersey, is that nearby?

6:32 "The plan is we wait for him to post a signal, then I make contact." Yeah, by the way. How the hell would you know if he posted a signal. You're nowhere near there. Ignore me, I just actually had to make these logistics work and I'm salty about it.

6:40 Ooooh, Ben and Caleb tension. See? I feel validated in my headcanon that Ben is an insufferable superior. No consideration for the poor working courier.

9:38 "How do we know these ain't shams like the ones Tallmadge gave us?" "Because I'm telling you." So much in those two lines because honestly, I'm trying to remember now whether these are the same men who arrested Abe, gave him rough treatment, then tried to dig a bullet out of Simcoe's leg. They've been hanging around Ben this whole time, right? Where did they come from?? And then Caleb's "Because I'm telling you". I like that. 'I'm not in a uniform. So trust me.'

10:20 Shiiiiiiiiiiiips.

11:23 Abe eyeing a set of British soldiers warily reminds me a lot of playing AC III. West New York was a nightmare, they were everywhere!

11:41 What happened to Abe's mom anyway?

13:16 Wait a minute :D

16:20 Yessssss Anna, put Caleb in his place.

16:55 "To the four hinges of friendship: swearing, lying, stealing and drinking."

19:13 I had to do the math on that one, but I think it does work out.

20:21 "THIS ALE IS RATHER GOOD. AS IS THE MUTTON."

22:56 Mary/Bakerrrrrrrrr

23:51 'Well, well well. Look at you. Back in my barn.' Strongbrew <3 I miss you, I should write more for you.

27:53 Really appreciating the drama in the Woodhull family much more on this rewatch.

29:35 Oh yeaaaah the flag. I remember this now.

30:00 Heck yeah, Hessians. I actually like that they didn't translate their little chatter. It's nothing important, not really, (Although I love “Feierabend. Ich hab’ die Nase voll.” XD) but it's nice to hear soldiers chat.

34:19 Listen, Anna and Mary should have settled this whole thing in Season 1 and then gone on and been allies much sooner.

34:24 Omg they've been in stand-off all night. How does that even happen, does no one just get tired of it? It's like in the movie True Lies when a fight scene starts at night and ends in broad daylight, like, I don't believe that for a second.

35:53 "I do. I do trust you. And I need you to trust me." Oh, Caleb... And then Anna steps in to play Abe. How's that for an AU? Anna as handler? It’s not even an AU. She basically always has been, anyway.

38:45 Oh yeah. Taking the wide berth through inky waters underneath the docks to avoid soldiers on top? Yeah, this is textbook AC III.

39:22 Since I'm paying attention to day and night, we just did a bit of a time wobble there, eh? Daylight with Ben and his trainwreck, back to night for Caleb's escape, back to Ben for the wrap up.

40:09 Oh, Ben.

41:50 FAREWELL AND ADIEU, TO YOU SPANISH LADIES

[thehamletdiaries]

Finally answering the questions I didn't already answer over here.

Favourite character.

Horatio

Favourite line of dialogue between two characters.

HAMLET

Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep: So runs the world away. Would not this, sir, and a forest of feathers-- if the rest of my fortunes turn Turk with me--with two Provincial roses on my razed shoes, get me a fellowship in a cry of players, sir?

HORATIO

Half a share.

HAMLET

A whole one, I. For thou dost know, O Damon dear, This realm dismantled was Of Jove himself; and now reigns here A very, very--pajock.

HORATIO

You might have rhymed.

What are two to five versions (that can be movies, filmed stage productions or audio productions) you'd particularly recommend?

Hamlet at Elsinore (1964) - This is an underrated "classic" Hamlet production, where Michael Caine literally came here to say I'm as gay as possible (in his autobiography he said that people commented he was playing Horatio as a gay man and he was like "well, if that's what you think I'm doing then fuck it that is what I'm doing and I'm going to really lean into it!").

Hamlet (2009) - David Tennant remains my favourite individual portrayal of Hamlet; he embodies the prince's complexities and contradictions so perfectly. It's also a beautifully shot production; the whole cast is strong, Patrick Stewart is of course phenomenal, and Peter de Jersey and Tennant's Hamlet and Horatio relationship was, well, at least enough to make me realise the two characters were boyfriends in the first place (the film version does cut Fortinbras coming in at the end though, which is not my favourite choice...that said I feel like I remember, when I saw it on stage, them having Fortinbras enter at the end and I'm curious if a. that's a false memory or b. if it's not, why they changed that for the film version).

Hamlet: A BBC Radio Production (1999) - I listened to this audio production on repeat as a teenager and I still adore it entirely; it's Michael Sheen, he is brilliant, the whole thing works wonderfully, and in an audio production you can imagine so many different visuals to go with the one audio.

HAMLET (2018) - This is a bit of a rogue suggestion as there is a lot I do not like about it (the physical violence towards Ophelia probably being my number one issue) but as "amateur and small cast productions available online" go I think it's one of the more interesting; it's not what I would recommend to people who don't yet know Hamlet, but if you're already a Hamlet nerd it's an interesting performance to explore in terms of what works, what doesn't, what choices are made, what is possible with a small cast etc (and it's aesthetically really quite pleasing. It's available here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Td4D1KrBEA

Hamlet: Fully Dramatised Audio Edition (2014) - I don't love this as much as the Sheen audio but I think it's my second favourite audio production; it's atmospheric and all the actors and good and it's often the one I go to if I want to stick Hamlet on in the background whilst I do something else.

Favourite character who is *not* a main character.

Considering how much I think about and am currently writing about Fortinbras I feel I should say him, but I think my deep and lasting affection for Marcellus means that if we are talking favourites I have to say Marcellus.

What is one song that reminds you of the play, for whatever reason?

So many, of course, but Leave Out All The Rest by LinkedIn Park remains the first song I heard and went "this is a Hamlet song!" so I will say that.

When did you first discover the play and what made you fall in love with it?

If I can crave your indulgence in a rambling post about, well, me, I wrote up the story of that here.

If you were going to play one character in the play, who would you pick?

I think I would say Hamlet. I did a scene as Ophelia for a year on and off, at various drama festivals, as a theatre student and I'd play her so differently now and I'd love to do that. Of course I would love to play Horatio but I don't think I'm as suited to playing him...so, I suppose, Hamlet, then Ophelia, then Horatio, in that order of preference.

Hamlet tag?

This is basic as fuck and if it flops it didn't happen but for everyone on Hamlet Tumblr, here are ten questions - answer as many as you want in as much detail as you want:

Favourite character? (yes, you have to pick one)

Favourite line?

Favourite line of dialogue between two characters?

What are two to five versions (that can be movies, filmed stage productions or audio productions) you'd particularly recommend?

Favourite fanfiction or just a fanfiction you would recommend?

Pick a headcanon, any headcanon, and share it.

Favourite character who is *not* a main character (obviously the definition of that is debatable but for main characters I'm going to say they are: Hamlet, Horatio, Ophelia, Laertes, Rosencrantz, Guildenstern, Claudius, Gertrude, Polonius and King Hamlet's Ghost so....fav who is not one of them)?

What is one song that reminds you of the play, for whatever reason?

When did you first discover the play and what made you fall in love with it?

If you were going to play one character in the play, who would you pick?

[novamirmirsblog]

Favourite crime pt 2

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word Count: 2936

Genre: angsty fluff? or fluffy angst 👀

Request: yes

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, slight coercion into sex (it doesn't happen tho)

Part 1 is here

A/n: The long awaited part two is officially here. I had lots of people who wanted the reader to move on, people who wanted them to get back together and people who wanted both. Thank you everyone for your INDECISIVENESS (kidding. ily). Also Emma was a randomly generated name - I'm sorry :3

Did I write this fic instead of sleeping? Yes. I have no regrets.

It had been a year since you moved back home. The seasons had come and gone and with that, so had your thoughts of Natasha. The same could not be said for the assassin. She had spent a blissful 3 months with Bruce before he had dropped off the face of the Earth and she was missing you. By the 5th month, she had stopped moping about and tried to find you. She searched everywhere but your town was large and unfamiliar and you didn’t want to be found.

Natasha both regretted what she had said and didn't. She regretted it because she realised just how much she adored you once she saw all the areas Bruce fell short in. You knew her better than she sometimes knew herself. You knew when to back off and when to put pressure on. You knew when she needed control and when you needed to take control. You knew when she wanted ice cream or when she wanted brownies. Bruce didn't. However, a part of her didn't regret those nasty things she said because she really didn't deserve you. You were everything she wasn’t, and she didn't know how to measure up to you.

She never voiced these concerns and so they festered and grew until she believed the only way out was to cheat. She knew that was the only thing that could drive you away. Natasha had told you all about her past, how she believed the Red Room had stripped her of her humanity – of her choice whether to become a mother. She knew there were other ways to have children - of course there were, but she hated the fact they had taken that option from her.

You were not like Natasha. You voiced your concerns which is why she knew exactly what to say and do to get you to hate her. Your previous boyfriend had cheated on you with your once best friend. You had watched as your father cheated on your mother and how that made her a hollow shell for a while, her never understanding why the man she loved could hurt her in that way. Supposedly, everyone models their future relationships on what their parents’ relationship looked like. Perhaps that’s why you kept choosing the cheaters. You were content with where you were. You had a forest, a busy town, and a beach all within a 15-mile radius of your house. You were far enough from civilisation that you could forget about reality for a while but close enough to occasionally dip back in whenever you wanted to.

You had kept in contact with Tony and Pepper, congratulating them on the arrival of Morgan and insisting that they should visit. You also continued to occasionally talk to Wanda when Carol was off world. Carol was overjoyed when she found out you had started dating someone new.

You had met Emma when you were taking a dip back into reality at the local supermarket. Her blonde hair vaguely reminded you of a woman you used to know, and you guessed that’s why you felt drawn to her. It wasn’t the electrical crackle that stole your breath away like your first meeting with Natasha, but it was something. Emma could occasionally be a little controlling, but you guessed that’s what normal relationships were like. She didn’t like you going to bars or pubs anymore and you certainly weren’t allowed in any clubs. You didn’t mind it too much as you hardly minded giving up a few nights out if it meant you could have something that resembled normalcy.

“Who’s that?” Emma asked, your face illuminated from your phone as the ding rang out.

“A friend. He’s bringing his wife and new baby over tomorrow and was reminding me to baby-proof the house.” You smiled lightly as you texted Tony back. You hadn’t mentioned to Emma that you were an ex-avenger, but it just kept slipping your mind.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Who is he? Where will he be staying?”

“I just forgot. Sorry. He’ll be staying here.”

“But you only have a single bed.”

“Yeah. I was planning to sleep on that and Tony, Pepper and the baby can stay in my room.”

“You mean our room.”

You said nothing, too engrossed in arguing with Tony about how under no circumstances will there be any celery in your house. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to do.

“Our room, right Y/n?”

“Um yeah.” You wave her off was apparently your second mistake, but you didn’t multi-task too well and so half answers were all you were good for while texting.

“I have been your girlfriend for 3 months Y/n. The least you could do is answer me properly and tell me what’s going on in your life.” She huffed, pushing your feet from her lap, and turning to face away from you, all of which you missed. You really weren’t having that evil green vegetable in your house.

“Seriously, what is even so important that you’re ignoring me right now!” Emma’s voice cut through the fog, and you looked at her with a blank expression. It was times like these that you really missed Na- No. You refused to go there. You didn’t miss her. You were over her.

“No celery.”

Emma threw her hands up in the air. “You seriously don’t see what’s wrong, do you?”

“No.” You tilted your head, confused at what your girlfriend was talking about.

“Well, I’m not just going to tell you! Jesus. You should know. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Emma stood up in a huff, making a lot of noise while getting ready to leave.

“Okay – bye” Your attention was bought back to the phone when Tony sent you a cute video of Morgan crawling about, probably as a bribe to get you to buy celery. You stood, watching the video a few times before you shut off your phone, finally getting around to babyproofing your house.

~~~~~

Babyproofing a house was a lot more work than you originally thought. You had spent most the night picking sharp objects up from baby-height areas and making sure you hadn’t left any weapons about. All the guns taped under tables had to be relocated and you found enough change to set you up for retirement. You just hoped and prayed there were no small beads for Morgan to choke on. You didn’t even get around to putting soft corners on the edges of tables and counter tops, but you told yourself that it was survival of the fittest at that point. The whole endeavour had taken most the night which is how you found yourself with only an hour till Tony, Pepper and Morgan arrived.

There was a knock on the door, and you saw that you were 15 minutes late. Luckily your girlfriend had arrived half an hour before so you figured she could let them in. You shouted down, telling her to get the door as you finished putting on your socks.

“Hiya baby!” You cooed at Morgan babbling in Pepper’s arms, watching as her chubby hands reached for your hair, grabbing on with a crazy amount of strength. “Oh my god you’re strong. Pep, are you sure she’s Tony’s? I’m pretty sure she’s as strong as Thor.” You laughed, looking over at Tony. Your face dropped into careful neutrality as you saw the redhead standing behind him.

“Of course she’s mine doofus. We had multiple paternity tests.” Tony winked.

You didn’t know what to do. You weren’t ready. Your throat went dry as you asked if anyone wanted any drinks, your girlfriend waving them into the living room. You prepared the drinks, and you felt a presence behind you, wrapping their arms around your waist, their head resting on your back. You hated it. You felt suffocated. You took a breath and handed half the drinks to Emma, opting to grab a wine glass and fill it with the wine you had been saving for a special occasion. It might not have been a special occasion, but you needed something strong to get though the next few hours and you knew this would do the job.

You made your way back into the living room and Tony gestured to Emma “I don’t think we’ve met yet.”

“I’m Emma.”

“Tony. This is Pepper, Morgan and Natasha.” Your heart dropped at the mention of her name, realising that she wasn’t some cruel hallucination but was in fact standing in your living room.

“Sorry. I forgot to introduce you all.” You smiled and took another large swig from your glass.

“Hey how come you’re the only one with alcohol?”

“Because you’re a parent now.” You rolled your eyes at Tony, feeling Natasha stare holes into your face.

“So I need it even more!” Pepper hit Tony as he said that, causing Morgan to laugh.

“Don’t worry about Y/n getting drunk, she can handle her alcohol pretty well.”

“We know.” Natasha finally spoke. Her voice bought back floods of memories and you realised you missed her voice – just the tiniest amount. “Who exactly are you to Y/n?” To anyone else, the question was flippant, like asking about the weather but you, Tony and Pepper could all hear the carefully laced venom within her words and while the question sounded like it was aimed at your girlfriend, you could tell she was speaking to you.

“Where’s Bruce this fine day?” You shot back, not letting Emma speak.

“My question first.” Natasha finally turned her gaze to focus on you.

“Why are you here?” You felt Emma’s arm slither possessively around your waist. Perhaps if it had been another day, you would have appreciated it but right now, you felt like you were drowning. She held you too tight, you couldn’t move.

“Ah.” Natasha wore a smug look on her face and yet her eyes flashed with hurt. You hated that she had found out information you weren’t willing to give.

“Why are you here Agent Romanoff.” You wanted- no needed her to answer you. You needed to know why she came to you. Then you looked at Tony. “Why would you bring her here?” Your voice was level, Morgan was pulling at your leg to get you to pick her up. You used that as an excuse to escape your girlfriend’s grip.

“We need you back.”

“So you bring your baby to try and bribe me back?” You ran a hand through your hair, lightly bouncing Morgan. “That I can understand but why bring her?” You waved at Natasha, feeling both her and Emma’s eyes bore into you.

“She’s part of the team too and you both need to get on.” Pepper said.

“You were in on this too?” Your throat felt tight. You couldn’t breathe properly.

“I’m sorry but who exactly are you?” Emma asked. Natasha scoffed at her, folding her arms, and rolling her eyes.

Everything was a little too loud and muffled. It felt as if you were underwater. The sun was too bright, and it made everything a little too hard to look at. You could see your furniture, but it wouldn’t stay in your brain long enough for you to fully register it. You placed Morgan on the sofa and took a deep breath, closing your eyes to focus. When you opened them again you looked straight at Natasha.

“I am not going to play nice with you. You broke me and now that I’m moving on you suddenly decide to show up? No. I don’t believe it. Why can’t you just let me be happy? Leave me alone. Besides, I thought I was a ‘fun little distraction’.” You spat at Natasha. You were tired of being the bigger person. She had hurt you and you wanted to watch her bleed. It’s why you leant over and kissed Emma harshly, why you let out a slight moan so Natasha could hear. It didn’t matter that it was completely fake because even though you knew you should feel satisfaction at Natasha’s hurt face, the twinge of sadness upset you more than you would have liked.

Natasha knew the kiss was forced. She knew it was, but it didn’t stop the knife digging deeper into her heart. You had moved on and she had to respect that. She had said some awful things to you, and you really did deserve someone much better than her. You stormed out of the house, saying that you were going for a walk, leaving your girlfriend to entertain your guests.

~~~~~

It was dark by the time you got back. You saw Natasha on the sofa and ignored her as you walked straight to the guest bedroom. All you wanted to do was curl up and sleep this horrible day into the past but unfortunately for you, you had a girlfriend sitting on the bed.

“This bed isn’t big enough for-” Emma cut you off with a rough kiss. “Emma not now-”

“Yes now. I want to remind your ex what she’s missing.” Emma went back to kissing you and you wanted to cry. You didn’t like her possessiveness, didn’t like her jealousy. With Natasha that had been fun but with Emma, it made you feel afraid.

“Emma seriously.” You grabbed her wrist, not letting her reach into your underwear.

Emma huffed and stepped back. “What’s your problem?”

“I’m really tired. Can’t we just sleep?”

“It’s your ex, isn’t it? Why is she even here? I can’t believe you were going to just let her stay here and not tell me!”

“I didn’t know she was coming!” You were both stage whispering, conscious of the fact there was a baby that most likely didn’t sleep all that often.

“Then kick her out!”

You said nothing. You couldn’t just kick her out. That wouldn’t be fair.

“Oh my god you still love her. You still love her and she’s in love with someone else. Or she was. Ha.” Emma let out a bark of laughter. “That’s so fucking rich. You know what, crawl back to her but don’t come crying to me when she fucks you over again do you hear me?”

“Emma that’s not- I don’t love her anymore. I hate her. She ruined my life.”

“You truly hate her?” You nodded at her. “Supposedly, you can only truly hate someone if you loved them first. We’re done Y/n”

“Seriously?! What? Because I used to love Natasha? Because I don’t want to have sex with you? Grow up Emma. I’ve loved people before you and at this rate, I’ll love people after you too. I’m tired. I don’t have to have sex with you. You can’t make me.”

“I’m your girlfriend! You’re supposed to want to have sex with me!”

“Well not when I’ve had a long ass day!”

“Guys, I think you might wake Morgan.” You winced a little at the addition of Natasha. You knew this was going to end badly.

“This is my fucking house!” Emma said, not lowering her tone.

“Actually, it’s Y/n’s.” Natasha calmly stated. She really wasn’t going to rise to the bait.

Your girl- sorry- ex-girlfriend, fumed next to you. “You know what? Have her. She’s so screwed over from whatever you pulled that I don’t think she can love anyone ever again anyway.” Emma seethed, grabbing her shoes, and slamming the door on the way out. The sound of baby Morgan crying echoed through the house.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” You ran your hand over your face, the exhaustion of the whole day catching up with you.

“No, it’s not. I betrayed your trust over the one thing I knew you couldn’t tolerate. I knew how hurtful cheating is to you and I did it anyway. I know it’s not an excuse, but I guess I just felt like you deserved someone more than me. Someone better.”

You said nothing. You were so so tired. You missed her and it ached, but you couldn’t forget what she had done. “I can’t trust you anymore.”

“I know but please let me try again. Bruce wasn’t worth it. He only made me realise how much I love you.” Tears were filling up Natasha’s beautiful eyes and you could see just how tired she looked.

“I missed you.” You whispered out, not wanting to break whatever was being formed

“I missed you too. So so much.”

“I can’t forgive you. Not yet, but…you can have one more chance Natasha. That’s it. You get one chance at my forgiveness.”

“Okay!” Natasha sniffled slightly “I promise I won’t mess this up.”

“I’m serious Natasha. One chance. I don’t play baseball. There are no three strikes.”

Natasha gingerly reached up to cup your face. “I won’t waste this.”

“Good because I never really stopped loving you and I’d hate to be a simp.”

“I think it’s a little too late for that dove.” Natasha let out a watery laugh.

“Excuse me?” You let out a fake gasp and wiped some of the tears from her cheeks.

“It’s okay, I’ll tell you a secret.” Natasha ushered you to lean closer and you did, she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and whispered, “I’ve been whipped for you for as long as I can remember.”

You were looking forward to all the ways Natasha was going to make it up to you and hopefully, you’d get to give Bruce a good punch too. You both knew it was going to be a long road ahead but you both felt a little more ready for what lies next.

[silenthillmutual]

I got tagged by @forest-dankovsky

Time: 7:53PM

Relationship status: i have a qpp so that's one quadrant filled -is shot dead by the hs police-

Favourite colour: teal baby

Favourite food: lots but i'd kill for some chicken w broccoli rn

Song stuck in my head: well something was in my head bu i couldn't figure out what bc all the lyrics were mumbling but now it's karma chameleon

Last thing I googled: probably something like 'cottagcore gifts' bc i am xmas shopping for my housemates

Something I want: to get back into writing

Dream trip: seeing ireland and learning some irish. or going back to scotland and just hanging out around glasgow or edinburgh idc which.

I'm tagging: nobody. steal this.

[lovetorn]

all for the game [dream]

Exy player!Dream x Reader

summary: dream runs into trouble when the florida falcons play the edgar allan ravens.

w/c: 3.4k+ :D

warnings: violence, blood, swearing, ha typical exy shit

a/n: an au based on my favourite book trilogy, all for the game. idea by 🍀 anon <3 i wrote this for my own enjoyment AHHAHAAH. if u don’t understand the rules etc of exy, it’s basically hockey, soccer and lacrosse meshed together, but if u have any questions, send me an ask!

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Exy is a bastard sport, an evolved sort of lacrosse with the violence of ice hockey. Dream loves every aspect of it. It is vastly different from the usual college football, and it certainly gives you more bruises. Maybe a little too many more bruises. Played in a stadium, on a soccer-sized basketball court with plexiglass to protect the crowd, it brings Dream immense joy.

Scooping the ball into the net of his racket, Dream looks at the wall before he uses his body to launch the ball towards it. The ball is quick to bounce back and plop into Dream’s net. He adjusts his grip on the stick and tilts his head, deciding where his next shot should be.

“Dream?” The dirty blonde turns around and sees you push through the plexiglass door that leads onto the court. “Hey!”

Dream smiles from under his helmet. “Hi, Y/n!” You don't play Exy, choosing to watch your best friend from the sidelines instead. He grips the grate of his helmet and slides his head out of it, his hair sticking up in every direction. “What are you doing here?”

You throw your arms up. “Coming to see you practice the great sport that is Exy,” You laugh before spinning around and looking up at the highest seats of the stadium. “Haven’t broken a bone yet, I assume?” This made Dream laugh.

“No, not yet. Saving that for the game against the Ravens.”

Dream’s determination for Exy scared you a little bit—it was almost like he wanted to get hurt. “Easy, tiger. We all know what happened last time we played them. Never again, please,” You shake your head, walking closer to him. The last time the Florida Falcons played the West Virginia Edgar Allan Ravens, Dream got a concussion so bad he couldn’t walk for a few days. You had sworn they would pay for their damage, but Dream went against you.

Dream rolls his eyes, lightheartedly. “That’s the way the game goes, Y/n. No way you can stop it,” he said that back then, too. You throw him a glare before taking the racket out of his hand to gain his full attention.

“Just, please be careful.” You practically beg. Dream’s eyebrows raise slightly, surprised. He didn’t see that coming.

“Yeah, always,” He follows your eyes as they trace the scar that runs from his temple to the middle of his forehead. You sigh and pass his racket back to him.

—

The dark purple Edgar Allan Ravens bus pulls into the Falcon’s home stadium car park that Friday night. Fans from all over the state and West Virginia crowd the entrances and surprisingly, there are a lot more supporters in purple and black than green and white.

Dream looks down at his forest green Exy uniform and smooths out his jersey. He rolls his neck in a circle to release the building tension. A hand clamps down on his shoulder as Dream slips his hands into his green and white gloves.

“You’re gonna be fine, dude. We all are,” Sapnap says, although Dream can hear the waver in his voice. Dream shakes his head and Sapnap inhales sharply.

“Nah, we won’t be.”

Sapnap slides his hand off of Dream’s shoulder and turns around, probably going to the bathroom to calm his crippling trepidation. The locker room is silent as the team moves around, changing and preparing themselves for the game ahead. Dream tries not to think about the team on the other side of the stadium, who are most likely already warming up despite the game starting in an hour.

Dream opens his locker and fumbles around for his phone. He needs to know that you’re here. Opening his messages, he’s frozen from the notifications coming through.

I hope your little friend prayed for you last night.

You got lucky with that concussion. Take this as a warning.

Dream’s fingertips trail up to hover above the scar on his forehead. He clenches his fist and throws his phone back into the locker, not flinching when the dark green metal dents. Dream leans his head against his forearm that rests on the locker.

“Dream! Dude, calm down,” A voice calls from across the room. Footsteps come up behind him and Dream has to stop the tears collecting on his waterline. “It’ll be fine, Coach said he might put you on for one half.”

George’s comments do nothing to soothe Dream’s anxiety. Dream has told nobody about the threats he’s been getting for a few days leading up to this game. If he told you, he wouldn’t even be here. You.

Dream ducks down to find his phone. George furrows his eyebrows as he watches. “Wha—?”

Grasping his phone, Dream then stalks out of the locker room. He walks down the hallway towards the inner court, presses your phone number on his now-smashed phone, and brings it to his ear. Pick up, pick up. “Dream?”

The sound of your voice makes Dream exhale deeply. “Where are you?” He asks desperately.

Dream can hear the crowd chattering through the phone as he scans over the stadium trying to find you.

“Uh, section 4, row 38, where I am every home game. Why? Is everything okay?” The worry in your voice is evident and it fails to calm Dream down like he thought it would. And when he sees waves of purple instead of green, his anxiety grows.

“I—Y/n. I need to see you, I don’t—I can’t,” Dream screws his eyes shut and tries to breathe through his nose slowly.

“Dream, I’m coming. I can see you in the inner court. Stay there.”

Y/n hangs up after that and Dream looks at his phone.

Scared? A text says from an unknown number.

Dream presses his tongue into the inside of his cheek and blinks a few times. A knock on the plexiglass behind him startles Dream. He turns and sees you smiling. He lifts his hand in a small wave and you do the same, laughing at him. At least he has a way to take his mind off of the shit with the Ravens.

A bell signals the start of the line-up announcements and Dream throws his thumb over his shoulder. You nod, understandingly, and blow him a kiss. Dream smiles shyly, his cheeks growing pink before he turns to leave.

You make your way back up to your seat, your legs bouncing in anticipation as the Ravens walk on the court one by one while the announcer calls the line-up. Once the Ravens are in a line on the halfway line, the Falcons are announced.

Since teams are co-ed, the variances in heights differ greatly. The Ravens are much taller than a majority of the Falcons, which gives them an advantage, to an extent. Dream had told you that being shorter allows you to move around the court with more agility, but being 6’2’’, Dream chose to be a striker instead of a dealer or a backliner.

“Number 2, Dream Tucker.”

At the sound of your best friend’s name, you stand and cheer, earning a few dirty looks from Ravens fans. As the remainder of the team is announced, you grow more nervous than you thought possible. A warning buzzer sounds and both teams go back to their benches.

“Alright, guys, this is our biggest game of the season, again. The last game against these idiots wasn’t ideal, but don’t let that deter you from doing your best tonight. That goes for you too, Dream," Coach looks towards Dream and he nods. Dream draws his bottom lip between his teeth from under his helmet and looks down at the ground. Sapnap’s hand slaps Dream's back in support and then the rest of the team is in agreement.

At his teammates’ words, Dream huffs. He can do this. The starting team goes onto the court, the doors closing behind them with a thump and then the scrape of a lock.

Dream sits on the bench next to Punz and Liliana. They hear the buzzer go off again and then watch as Sapnap flicks the ball into the air and slams it with his racket. There’s a distinctive crack as both teams race off their lines to find their preferred place on the court along with the players they need to mark. Three bodies crash into each other and the ball pops out on the other side, rolling silently.

At the sight of violence, the stadium roars. A Ravens backliner throws the ball and it hits the plexiglass in front of Dream who jumps in surprise. The ball is picked up off the floor by another Ravens player. He throws it to a girl who is running across the court and it lands perfectly into her net. Dream sees Tegan bodyslam the girl into the wall, the glass shuddering under their weight and Sapnap throws his hand up in a thumbs-up at Tegan, who smiles under her helmet.

The ball sails high in the air and players push and shove each other under it. As it comes down, George gets pushed to the floor, skidding to a stop a few feet away. The Ravens striker looks George dead in the eye and smirks as he catches the ball. He then tosses it powerfully towards the home court goal and the Falcons' goalie, Gabby, hits it up the court and away from herself. Dream, Punz and Liliana cheer from their spots on the subs bench.

“Nice one, Gabs! Falcons down the court!” Coach yells through the plexiglass.

Dream wears a smile when he turns back to look at you. You grin back, give him a thumbs-up, and nod. That’s when Dream knows he’s ready.

But, ten minutes into the game, the Ravens break the Falcons defensive line. The ball slips through the gap between Gabby’s torso and racket and lands in the back of the net, the siren above the goal going red and blaring a high-pitched sound. The Ravens don’t hug or cheer and return to their places on the court. Their fans, however, throw insults and middle fingers up at the Falcons while screaming and hollering.

“Fuck’s sake,” Dream mumbles. Punz slaps his pair of gloves against the bench and Liliana shakes her head.

The game went on like this for the rest of the half—the Ravens scoring 6 more goals, the Falcons scoring none. At half-time, Sapnap throws his helmet on the floor of the locker room.

“I fucking hate these guys,” He curses, pacing around the room. Coach sits on a chair, his elbows on his knees.

“We all do, but complaining about it isn’t going to help us win,’ Dream says. “Coach put me on.”

Coach looks at Dream for a moment. The tension in the room is thick and Dream knows he’s pushing his luck by asking. Nonetheless, Coach sighs before nodding stiffly.

“Dream goes on for Peter, Punz on for Drew, Liliana on for Tegan.”

And so it’s decided. Dream’s thumbs fly across his screen as he texts you. You pull your phone out of your pocket at the sound of your text tone and see the message. I’m on.

You smirk softly at it and message him back before you tuck your phone back into your pocket. The warning buzzer sounds and then both teams are back on the court: the Ravens with a whole new line-up and the Falcons with their three new subs.

Dream’s heart pounds in his chest, sending shuddery heat through every inch of his body. He holds his breath in anticipation for the serve, and then it starts. The Ravens are clearly a lot more experienced than the Falcons, but that doesn’t stop the team in green from giving everything they’ve got.

The ball hits the far wall and comes soaring back, thanks to the Ravens goalie. Dream jumps to catch it before it can fly over his head and it lands safely in the soft net of his striker racket. He looks around for opponents and takes 7 steps of his allowed 10, and passes it to George who is open further down the court. George catches the ball, then twists and passes the ball across to Punz. His mark collides with him a moment later and George goes sliding, his arm out with his racket to help him balance. Punz runs down the court, stops, then throws the ball to Liliana. His mark slams his racket down violently on Punz’s in retaliation. The backliner shakes his head in annoyance and continues running.

Dream is already near the goal by the time it gets to him again. He gets the ball and only has two steps to aim and shoot before a Ravens player crashes into him. Dream hits the ground so hard, he rolls. But, the crowd holds their breath as they watch the ball sail past the goalie and into the back of the net. The siren glows red and all Dream can hear is his ears ringing. Sapnap runs up to Dream and helps him up, congratulating him in the process. Dream looks around confused before realising he scored a goal. The entire team rushes towards him, cheering and laughing.

“Good job, Dream! Let’s do that again!” Coach yells. Dream’s surprised he can hear him over the crowd.

The game starts again with Falcons serve. The Falcons’ are fired up and back in the game, even if it is 6-1. And as soon as George throws Dream the ball, he dodges his mark and flies up the court, unguarded and ready to score again. The Ravens’ goalie isn’t prepared for Dream’s throw and misses the ball as it’s thrown at him, making the score 6-2. The crowd gets impossibly louder and Dream looks up into the sea of people to spot you. The smile on your face gives Dream newfound confidence and then everybody is back at their starting positions.

The Ravens are angry, there’s no doubt about that. Sapnap gives the striker a boyish smirk and a snide comment, which Dream can’t hear. He guesses it pisses them off because the second the ball is thrown from the Ravens dealer, the striker goes straight for Sapnap. The younger boy is thrown against the wall of the court and continues to spit insults at the Ravens player, despite his situation.

“Sapnap! Get out of there, bro!” Punz yells, collecting the ball from the ground and throwing it back to Gabby to hit up the court. Sapnap laughs and shakes his head, his lips still moving. Dream sees, out of the corner of his eye, the Ravens player drawing his fist back before punching Sapnap in the nose. The Falcons fans in the crowd start booing at the unnecessary violence and the referees unlock the doors to intervene. Dream meets Sapnap’s eye and raises his eyebrows when he sees Sapnap laughing, blood dripping into his mouth and coating his teeth. The referees pull the Ravens striker off of Sapnap and give him a red card for throwing the first punch. The Ravens fans boo and start swearing at the referees, but their cries are drowned out by the sound of the home crowd.

Due to the incident, the teams are to go back to their positions to start the serve again. Now that the Ravens are down a player, Dream knows the ways to get around them, especially when Sapnap is unguarded.

“Dream!” Sapnap calls when Dream catches the ball. He spins around a little too quickly, loses his balance slightly but throws the ball anyway. As he watches it fly across the court, Dream feels his entire body get crushed against the wall of the court. His head rebounds off the wall from the impact. There’s a heavy weight that pushes him into it more and he can’t breathe. Dream flails his arms, drops his racket, and attempts to push the Ravens player off of him. There’s no doubt that Dream hit his head again. He knows he did. A helmet can only do so much.

Dream can only hear ringing in his ears as he feels the Raven get pulled off—and it isn't the same ringing he heard when he scored the Falcons first goal. He tries to scramble to his feet before he crumples to the ground. Dream blinks a few times, disorientated, but still fails to gain a conscious mind. His eyes start to close when he feels his helmet being tugged off and then someone’s slapping his cheeks. “Stay awake, Dream.”

Dream can barely hear the sound of someone slamming their fists against the plexiglass behind him and then the person in front of him nods. He thinks it’s Sapnap. “Come on, bro, it’s only a few steps and then you can lie down.”

Dream’s head lols to the side, eyes half-open and a lazy grin on his mouth. “Sappy,” he slurs. Sapnap lets out a laugh for the first time since his best friend got knocked out and smiles at him.

“Yeah, dude, it’s me. We’re gonna get you fixed up, okay?” Dream nods before he closes his eyes. “No, no, Coach!” The world fades out around him and Dream falls unconscious.

—

The light is so bright above him. Dream closes his eyes again after he opens them and groans softly. The sound is almost too quiet for you to hear, but you do. And when you do, you lift your head from where you were resting on the edge of his bed. The chair you are sitting in is uncomfortable, so when you stand up, your muscles ache. “Hey, baby, how do you feel?”

If Dream was fully conscious, he would have blushed immensely at the sound of the pet name, but for the moment, he feels like he’s in a dream. His mouth is dry and he struggles to keep his eyes open for longer than 3 seconds. “You don’t have to talk, it’s okay.”

Dream feels pressure on his hand and moves his head slightly to see that your fingers are wrapped around his. You hear him murmur something, and lean down.

“Hi,” He whispers. You furrow your eyebrows at his greeting and look him in the eyes.

“That’s all I get? Hi?” You let out a breathy laugh and use your other hand to brush his hair away from his forehead. But, Dream can’t feel you on his skin. He hesitantly lifts his other hand to touch his forehead and feels a bandage.

“Surprise! Another scar,” You joke. Although, Dream can hear the edge to your words. Your smile disappears from your lips and then you sigh. Your eyes scan over Dream’s face, noting the dull green of his eyes and the pale of his skin. “Oh, Dream. I was so worried about you.”

Dream opens his eyes from when they had fallen closed again and sees the silent tears dripping down your cheeks. “It’s okay, I’m here, I’m fine,” His voice is scratchy and the sound of the word ‘fine’ does not sound fine. You smile sadly at him, then huff, wiping at your face.

“I almost forgot…” You trail off, rounding the bed to the other side to pick up a bowl and a cotton ball. You sit on the edge of the bed and dip the cotton into the antiseptic. You turn Dream’s head slowly to get a better look at the cut on his cheek. You drag the medicine over the gash and watch as Dream doesn’t flinch.

Once you are done, you place both of the things on the side table of the medical bay in the Falcons home stadium and look at Dream. He gives you a lazy smile and his fingers twitch against yours. “Thank you.”

You nod, eyes wide. “Of course, you know I’ll always be here to clean you up.”

Dream can feel his skin heating up. You get a concerned look on your face when you see the rise in pink on his cheeks. “Oh my god, are you heating up? Do you have a fever?”

He wants to laugh so badly. “Y/n, I’m okay. It’s not a fever. I’m blushing,” Dream says bashfully.

You realise why and then grow embarrassed. “Oh.”

The air isn’t tense, but there’s something there and you want to stick around to find out what it is.

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