#the spin looks lovely regardless but I want to have more control over what the end product will look like

[disgruntled-lifeform]

So my current wheel spin is this Merino/Silk blend and it looks lovely right?

Well, I need some help from my fellow spinsters(affectionate).

I have noticed that the lovely blue silk has a tendency to get hidden and muddled in the spin.

I try to hold the fibre with the silk more top-facing and it sometimes barberpolls when I do but mostly it ends up somehow as the core of the spin.

When I draft too thin, the silk just gets muddled but I don't want it too thick as I'm aiming for a 2 ply worsted for my final product.

I have been pulling sections from the braid and then splitting that section in half and spinning with it that way so that I don't thin the silk out too much.

Does anyone have tips for coercing your fibre to present in a certain way?

Am I even making sense?

[astrolynnworld]

candy

pairing: chris x reader

summary: you keep teasing chris at a party and he deals with you immediately

warnings: smut, stoned chris & reader, teasing, rough sex, exhabition, little bit of degrading, breeding.

a/n- requested by @cutiepatootie36273 <33

word count: 1,009

i drunkly shift through the crowd of the party as i look around for chris

to no surprise he’s in the corner sharing a blunt between a few friends.

i squeeze my way into the circle and latch myself onto chris

“oh there you are baby!” he exclaims as wraps an arm around me

they continue to pass the blunt around in another rotation while chatting it up, not really acknowledging my presence

the music, controlling the vibe of the function, starts to tone down into a more slow r&b vibe.

“ooo i like this song!” i say as i slowly start to back up and body roll on him as a bit of fun

when im drunk, i get really feely touchy. and not only was i drunk but i felt a bit of contact high from all the smoke air that his friends were blowing around me

regardless, chris knows how intimate i get when im intoxicated. so i wasn’t surprised when he told me to “don’t start”

“whattt? im just having fun” i playful roll my eyes

at this point him and his friends has finished the blunt so when his friends dispersed into the kitchen to grab some water, he stayed back.

i turn around and continue to sing the lyrics of the song in his face while pointing and slowly shaking my hips side to side as if im an artist at a concert

he just stands there. leaned up against the wall, looking down at me. admiring me

“you’re so pretty you know?” he slightly bites his lip with a faded eye glare

i look up at him with glossy eyes, “you don’t say huh?” i laugh

“come on let’s go outside” he asserts while grabbing my hand and pulling me to the door of the party

i follow him blindly and watch as he leads us to a nearby street light where we can still hear the music from the party

“why are we out here?” i ask

“i don’t know, i kinda don’t really want guys having their eyes on you.” he replies

“babe?” i laugh indicating that he’s being ridiculous

“im so serious. i really got a good look at you and i know other guys will want too as well if they haven’t already. i cant deal with that, im gonna get mad” he continues

“is someone a bit jealous on wether or not another guy will eye fuck me?” i say in a seductive tone as i wrap my arms around his neck

“please. i’m the only one who can fuck you” he says

“then do it..” i respond in a whisper

he looks down at my eyes then looks back up to get a view of our surroundings

“you’re such a fucking tease. you know anybody can walk out and catch us right now.” he says with a fought back tone of craving

“isn’t that apart of the fun”

he stares me at me, mouth slightly agape as he processes what i say.

then a smirk erupts, “you’re so fucking nasty.. i love it”

he shifts me over to where we are not directly under the street light and starts kissing me.

passionate, deep, needy kisses.

all over my lips, neck, and ears

“fuck you smell so good.” he lets out before going back to kissing me

he walks me backwards to a nearby car that’s parked on the side of the road without breaking the kiss

he leans me against the car and puts his hands in my pants to start rubbing me through my underwear

“baby you’re fucking soaked. do you like when i take charge like this?”

i nod my head while looking up at him through fuzzy eyes

“so pretty baby.” he says before he starts kissing me again

he then spins me around and bends me over the cars trunk

he pulls my pants down and aligns his cock with my hole while pushing my head onto the car

he slides his cock into me while grabbbing my hands behind my back

he thrusts into me deep letting a moan escape my lips

“you drive me so crazy baby.” he says through gritted teeth while continuing to do this deep thrust that always sends me over the edge

“look at how much you’re mine baby? bent over on a strangers car getting fucked outside in public.” he continued to thrust deep and hard

“someone can walk outside right now and catch us. catch you being a dirty slut who likes to get fucked in public” he starts to pick up the pace

i can’t even think to speak, the only thing that escapes my lips are the breathy moans that form from the pleasure

“right baby? you’re a dirty little slut who likes to be fucked in public” he continues

“y-yes chris. i-i’m you- your dirty little slut.. who li-likes to be fucked in pub- public” i try to speak out while i feel the tightness in my stomach start to build into an orgasm

“fuck baby. you’re getting so tight for me, are you gonna cum my love?” he asks

“y-yes. i’m gonna cum .. pl- please don’t stop chris” i moan out

he continued to thrust into me faster and deeper

the pressure on my cervix sends me over the edge into a squirting mess

i moan out his name as my shakes from the orgasm i just produced.

he starts to slow down

“fuck. i just came in you baby” he says fearfully

i look back and stare at him

“i didn’t even mean too. i just forgot to pull out, i was too into the moment” he continues

“i think it’s fine.. i have plan b’s at home” i try to say comfortably

“if not.. we’d make amazing parents!” he jokes

“yeah yeah. none of that please” i laugh back

he bends down to give me a kiss

“i love you so much. don’t know what id do without you” he sincerely says

“i love you too, chris”

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[solurae]

four eyes (more to love underneath the frames) : prologue

nerd!miguel o’hara is the talk of the town and i wanna put my own spin on it :D sooo expect a little bit of everything hehe :DDD - HAHA AS I WAS WRITING THIS I REALISED I GOT TOO INVESTED SETTING THE SCENE SO I MIGHT MAKE THIS A SERIES! i’ll just say this is a prologue hooray

IF YOU WOULD LIKE A SERIES PLS INTERACT!!! FEEL FREE TO ASK TOO TO SHARE YOUR MIGGY THOUGHTS AND I WILL HAPPILY INDULGE US BOTH :3

a distinct pair of black, rectangular glasses were adjusted by miguel’s middle finger before it glided across the pages of notes he wrote from the lecture for his genetics class. a class that you both happen to share, but neither of you knew that yet.

miguel o’hara - a man so deep in his books that he might as well be the dean of the dean’s list - payed no heed to anyone or anything that could hinder his focus. the furrowing of brows indicated further analysis rather than the annoyance towards second year business majors. no, he wasn’t the annoying, stuck-up person who would ask more questions than give answers. he thinks they’re wasting their time anyway. he was always the last person to leave the lecture theatre. miguel would be huddled by the professor, covering the whiteboard with punnett squares or outlining control variables for the next lab.

he was only person in your genetics class that had a real chance of passing the course, the scowls of your peers and your friends could attest to that.

you wouldn’t say you were on the same boat as everyone though, your friends were always nagging you to help them but you couldn’t even figure out how you understood some of the content. this specific course was an integral part of your degree and the best chance of impressing the school, you had to give it your all.

you would be lying if genetic sequences and chromosomes weren’t the only things you had memorised. you loved the hue of brown locks that would shine from the tall windows of the theatre, the curls which your eyes would follow forever if he happened to sit in front of you. the pout of his lips as he’d scratch his hair in response to a lab practical that didn’t make sense, only for him to make sense of it hours later.

his eyes were red. it was his most defining feature, and a key factor to why - to your advantage, if you really think about it - people steer clear of o’hara. as much as it increases your chances of befriending him, let alone being with him, your classmates and other students weren’t so quiet about their dislike for the irish-mexican spectacle.

he’s so quiet. too quiet.

he looks like a freak! look at his eyes, bro. what is he some fucking vampire or something?

no wonder he’s on the dean’s list because he isn’t on anyone else’s for sure.

god he’s just so…

weird.

miguel was extremely fit, which was what confused a lot of people when they found out he wasn’t a copy-paste jock that still thinks they’re in highschool like most men of his stature were. his build put them to shame regardless. after being bombarded by women and men of every cohort - only for miguel to ignore them or coldly decline - word spread like wildfire and soon enough people were disappointed that the former heart-throb of first and second year turned out to be a major loser. some people would go out of their way to show how much they don’t like him, and these are people miguel’s never even spoken to. they would “crash” into him walking across campus, try and trip him over and even go as far as sitting on the other side of the room if it wasn’t so clear already.

but he didn’t mind. he was always at the library, the lab or the cafeteria closest to the lab anyway. it bothered you to see him alone and quiet unless he had a question or an answer, you genuinely wanted to be friends with him.

but as the story goes, it’s always these type of men that have a part of themselves they keep under wraps. you just know that there’s more to his brooding and stoic nature, the carnelian shades of his eyes lured you closer as opposed to keeping you away.

you decided to do honours for two reasons: a better resume and the fact that miguel unsurprisingly decided to do it too. you had a thesis in your head and you had all year to test it out.

miguel o’hara was more than just some nerd and you were gonna need more than glasses to prove it.

🩷 — PART ONE!

[bl33df0rm3]

✎"So that's what you're into? I see." Afab!reader x Genshin men's favorite kinks (Smut, 2nd Pov) This is the second part in this series click here for part one.

-‘๑’-Note; This is meant to be inclusive for all readers including black readers so things like "Easy to bruise skin." and "You feel your face turn red (As a black person my face does feel hot but I don't get red). Along with easy to go through hair won't be added, if you need those details in fanfic's then this blog is not for you<3. This can be the same for Chubby readers<3

✎Author's note; I'm not doing this in any order these are just what came to mind, if you have any character you want me to cover (Max of 5 at a time), I gotcha. Also this is afab reader but the readers gender isn't specified. If you wish to translate my works please dm me&lt;3 (MDNI BANNER CREDIT CLICK HERE)

Cyno; Choking

The look on your face was, to say the least perfect to think that the same lips that smiled at him bit down in pleasure. The same mouth that has laughed at all his jokes before hand, being grabbed and clenched down on the side as it gasped for air. Cyno found it mesmerizing to say the least, usually while you two became one he was watching where you connected over and over again. Though this time he couldn't break his eyes away from where his hands met your throat, a smile dancing on his face. His brows eyes meeting yours in the midst of things, sure it didn't show on your face but he knew you well enough to know you were embarrassed darting your eyes away from him. He didn't understand what was the best part, that you gus got to spice up your love life? Or the face that you gave him control over you as his grip got tighter, maybe that's what it was. Regardless before he could finish himself, he knew better to have you finish before him what kind of man would he be if not?

His mind went of the rails as you lunged your finger into his arms, those same pretty fingers that begged to touch him.

Ayato; Oral(receiving)

Being married to Ayato wasn't all sunshine and rainbows all the time, more then you'd like your husband was out doing work it was annoying but you too still adored each other. Usually when you did get to spend a private evening with each other he felt like making it up to you was his main priority. Tonight was different it was his birthday the first one you were sharing with him as a wedded couple. His eyes were half lidded as you made sure none of your hair was in the way, no matter how short or long it was, the groan that was pulled out of him almost filled the room. He attempted to sway you against this activity before, seeming weak in front of anyone was always a no. Your head bobbing down in almost a melodic like pace as you looked up at him from time to time, letting the sweet sounds coming from him pour out. The deep, labored breathing from him was almost hypnotizing, your hands gripped his thighs as he pushed you down. Sure this was the first time, but it sure as hell wasn't going to be the last one.

Xiao; Praise

The bed creaked under the weight of both of you, he groaned through his teeth you felt, warm, tight comfortable to him it made his worries seemingly disappear from his mind for the time. Matter of fact it was the fact when he did visit you, the pleasant vibe that beamed over you when you made his a snack and told him you were proud of him. Which was the way you two ended up here, you riding him with him being displeased with your speed leading him to start buck his hips into you deeper. It wasn't the sex that made him travel to cloud nine it was the words that were pouring out of your mouth, spewing profanities combined with you telling him how good you felt. It made Xiao's mind spin, every time you told him he felt amazing, he was pleasing you, the light of his life. His hands trailed to your waist if his force before was rough this was unbearable he was practically drilling into you at this point. You could only mumble those sweet words to him but they were clear as day, a blessing on his ears.

If this keeps up he might have to come visit you more often.

Thoma; over-stimulation

Your body trembled in his grasp now matter how hard you tried to stay still, to stop shaking your body gave him that reaction he was craving four times over and he hadn't even taken his clothes off. His eyes glanced down at your bare body before his hands went back to work pinching your nipples as the other worked on your clit. Your nails leaving crescent moons on his shoulders digging into them, he didn't even flinch his eyes were fixated on you. The pants and moans that turned into please from time to time were perfect, your body bending to his will trying to keep up. Don't get it twisted he wanted to just slip right into and pound you until the sun came up, but that was worth the wait. For the meantime he began to grind against you before he readjusted his hand so his thumb could still be placed on your clit as two fingers slipped into you. The gasp that came from you brought a smile to his face.

Tonight was going to be a long night, but sex was more enjoyable when you played with each other till you couldn't take it anymore.

-‘๑’-Note; The end? I need more idea's for them lmao, i was scraping my brain for the rest of these.! If you want this series to continue please give me suggestions. I'm on my way to work on other prompts(if you have those please go in my ask box)

[icey--stars]

Heyyy I saw you're taking requests again and your recently posted a new fic (which I lovedddd) and I thought I'd share my idea with you too. You don't have to write it right away, I saw your posts that you are really busy these days so whenever you get to it, you get to it...I just wanted to share my idea

So I was thinking an Azris fic where the two have had their mating ceremony and everyone knows and everything. Azriel still works as a Spy master for Night and Autumn, working for the security of both the courts. But Rhysand being a controlling shit, tries to get Azriel more time in Night cuz he's still iffy about Eris. And Eris does the same so it becomes a tug of war. In the middle there is poor Azzy...working OVERTIME for both courts and going through his magic like crazy

One day, when the poor bat is at its limit, Azriel just collapses from exhaustion and draining his magic from his siphons. What do you think the reaction would be like? I think there would be guilt from both Rhysand and Eris but also a bit of a blame game

Anyways, you're welcome to take the story and spin it like you want. And even if you don't feel particularly inspired by it, it's completely fine (cuz the most recent one I saw from you was VERYYYY angsty too so I get why you might not be in the mood for ANOTHER angsty fic)

Still love your work and can't wait to read whatever you post about Azris

-🌹

Tug of War

Rhys and Eris get a tad possessive over their bat and fail to realize that he is trying to please both of them- well that is until he passes out. - 2.7k words

Author's Note: I deeply apologize for this being so late!!! I was incredibly excited over this idea so I actually don’t know what made me take so long xD. maybe the time skips I put in there messed me up, but regardless, I hope you enjoy! I won’t say this is my proudest work, but I hope I at least made your amazing idea come true <3

Content Rating: Teens and Up

TW: don’t work yourself to passing out because your mate and brother want you to be with them more than the other. that’s called people-pleasing and being a self-sacrificial fool. (don’t be like Az)

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Azriel

“Can you check on the Illyrian camps for me tomorrow?” Rhys asked as Azriel handed in his third report for the week.

Azriel internally let out the loudest sigh of all possible. He was already running on reserves at this point. But he also knew how much work Rhys and Feyre had on their shoulders. And Eris. He still had to check on the town of Redwood for him later today since there had been rumors of some sort of rebellion for some stupid reason.

“Sure,” Azriel replied. “What in particular?” He hated the Illyrian camps, but so did his brothers. He was just glad Cassian was willing to take over the Valkyrie training for the next week.

“Ironcrest and Windhaven. I want an update on the training programs for females to make sure they’re actually being trained and not thrown to the wolves,” Rhys explained.

Azriel dipped his head. “Right. As long as there isn’t much for Autumn I’ll try and spend a day there watching the training,” he replied.

Rhys hummed. “How is Autumn at this point? Much work coming from Eris?”

“I’ve got to check on a town today for rebellion rumors,” Azriel replied, cracking some of his knuckles as he backed away from Rhys’s desk. “Then write a report on it.”

“We’re not working you too hard, are we?” Rhys asked cheekily. “Being spymaster for two courts has to be exhausting sometimes.”

“I’m managing,” Azriel replied. “But I’ve got to be off. I’ll get to the camps tomorrow.”

“Sounds good, Az. Are you still going to be able to make it to a family dinner on Friday?” Rhys asked, standing up from his chair and walking around the desk.

“Probably,” Azriel replied. “Hopefully Eris can come along too if he’s not too bogged down by paperwork.”

Rhys grinned. Azriel was too tired to notice that it looked incredibly fake. “Great. Tell him that Cassian still wants that arm wrestle, ay? And to bring some Autumn whiskey. I know that stuff has grown on you.”

Azriel rolled his eyes, offering his brother a grin. “Live in Autumn long enough to drink the shit nightly and it will,” he replied. “Anyway, I’m off, Rhys. It’s noon already.”

Rhys smirked. “See you later, Az,” he said, waving.

Azriel quickly made his way out of the River House, feeling exhaustion weighing heavy on him as he winnowed into Redwood. Honestly, while he knew both of his High Lords were busy, that doesn’t mean everything needs to be done immediately. It seemed to be some sort of tug-of-war situation over his time. He understood it, of course. His mate deserved his time and his brothers were still a little unsure over his mate so they likely wanted to keep checking on him.

He was doing his best, but he truly was exhausted.

Azriel slipped into an alleyway in his shadows after hearing voices and refocused on his task ahead. It’d be fine, he supposed.

–––––

A week later, it was most definitely not fine. He had eyebags, his siphons were practically drained since he’d been using the energy he’d normally spare to use for magic as day-to-day energy just to survive the sheer workload he’d been given.

Now it was time for another family dinner. This one was luckily one Eris could attend in between his busy schedule.

Thank the Cauldron or he wouldn’t have had his mate to catch him when he almost stumbled face first into a wall after tripping over the edge of the carpet in the living room of the House of Wind.

“Az?” Eris prompted once he’d rebalanced.

“I’m fine,” He said, waving Eris off.

Eris seemed suspicious, but once they entered the dining room, the look quickly vanished.

“Az!” Cassian shouted happily as he entered.

As soon as Cassian had barged through everyone to come over and likely hug Azriel… he paused right before with narrowed eyes. “What’s wrong?” He asked, looking Azriel up and down.

“I’m fine, Cass,” Azriel replied, rubbing his eyes. “I’ll rest tonight. Now get over here,” he commanded, opening up his arms for an armload of Cassian.

Cassian seemed a bit more hesitant, but wrapped Azriel up in his arms anyway. It wasn’t every day Azriel asked for a hug.

Eris still looked suspicious of him throughout the dinner, as did Cassian, but Azriel wasn’t spymaster for no reason. He had skills in hiding when he wanted to hide– whatever that may be.

“Oh, Az,” Rhys called as Eris and Azriel were about to make their way out. Azriel turned to look at his brother with a brow raised in silent question. “You think you could check the camps again to make sure the changes I ordered were actually implemented?”

Azriel internally groaned. “I’ll get to it,” he promised.

Eris seemed a bit tenser beside him, but Azriel was too tired to figure out the reason for it. “Still going to have time for the council meeting, Az?” He asked.

And fuck, right. Council meeting at noon, right. Some sort of new military policies as well as taxes.

“I’ll make it work,” he mumbled. “Camps can be done in the afternoon since the training sessions run late afternoon too.”

“Right,” Eris said, raising a brow. “I didn’t so much mean it that way, Az. I meant, will you have enough energy?”

“As I said, I’ll make it work,” Azriel promised. “Even be back in time for dinner probably.”

Rhys grinned at him. “Come visit me before you leave the Night Court, ay? Nyx wants to see his uncle a little more.”

Azriel nodded, holding back a yawn. He had to make this work. If his mate and his brothers were ever going to stop fighting over him, they’d each have to feel as if Azriel was giving them enough of his time. “I’ll come around,” he mumbled.

Rhys chuckled. “Go sleep, brother,” Rhys ordered. “I can tell you’re tired.”

“I’m fine,” Azriel insisted, wings flaring a bit behind him. “I’ve survived far worse than a little sleep deprivation anyway.”

–––––

Azriel barely slept that night. It was just one of those sleepless nights where his mind ran wild and nothing, not even Eris laying on his chest, could calm it. He had them from time to time, but this was possibly one of the worst times to have it. But regardless, when he woke up, he acted as if he’d had a semi-satisfactory sleep. He managed to conjure a well enough lie to Eris about having trouble getting to sleep for a little bit but eventually did. It worked to explain his eyebags anyway.

He and Eris prepared for the council meeting. Azriel kept having to go over the details in his head again and again, seemingly unable to keep his mind focused. He just had to survive today. And then tomorrow. He’d be fine even if his limbs might as well start shaking.

The council meeting almost put him to sleep with how boring it was, but he managed to keep up enough to support Eris throughout it. His mind was foggy, though.

The camps weren’t much better. He was just glad they were actually following directions at least for him. He should’ve probably stayed a while after to make sure, but his shadows were also weighing with his exhaustion. Most were lazy and some plain refused to go farther than a fingertip’s length away from him.

“Final thing,” Azriel muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes as he winnowed to the front of the River House. His head went dizzy and he swayed for a few moments, wings outspread for balance before he finally reoriented himself. He was surely fine, right? (He knew that was a lie but he had responsibilities.)

“Az!” Rhys called from the doorway happily, holding Nyx on his hip who was babbling excitedly and reaching out for Azriel.

Azriel smiled and reached over to take the little toddler from his father’s arms to nuzzle. “How’s my favorite nephew?” He asked, managing to put on a happy tone.

“Azzie!” Nyx screamed happily, wings outstretched in his excitement. “Play with me!” The toddler ordered.

Azriel smiled. “For a little bit,” he promised.

They all went inside and Azriel settled on the floor with Nyx to grab figurines and stuffed animals and play whatever imaginative game the toddler had managed to conjure this time. He had to admit, there was a migraine pounding in his head, only worsened by the toddler’s excited screaming.

Slowly, Nyx began to tire and then whined about being hungry. Rhys chuckled and moved to pick up the little one for dinner. Then his brother turned to him and smirked, “Oh, someone is here to pick you up.”

Azriel’s brows furrowed in confusion and he turned to see the front door opening to reveal his mate with that signature smirk on his face. Eris looked all too happy to have surprised him.

Azriel blinked slowly, taking in the information slowly and then began to stand up to greet his mate but his head began to spin and his limbs failed to obey. And then… nothing.

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Eris

Eris had to admit, seeing his mate attempt to stand up and then collapse nearly sent him into a heart attack as he sprinted to catch the falling Illyrian. Rhys seemed equally alarmed, handing Nyx off to his mother before walking over.

“Az?” Rhys asked, poking his brother’s face.

Azriel didn’t stir which only served to alarm Eris even more. He tugged on the bond, but only found deep-rooted exhaustion. He knew his mate was tired, but tired enough to pass out? That was a whole new level.

“Do we need Madja?” Rhys asked, still concerned.

Eris hummed before shaking his head. “I think… I think he literally just passed out from exhaustion.”

Rhys seemed alarmed now, looking down at his brother’s head cradled in Eris’s lap. “Holy shit,” the High Lord muttered. “He was that tired? How hard have you been working him?”

Eris reeled a bit at those words, raising a sharp gaze to Rhys. “Excuse me? How is this my fault?”

“Well-”

“Don’t even start,” Eris cut in. “I honestly do not want to hear you attempt to place all the blame on me when you have also been giving him equal amounts of work to do. He was barely paying attention in my council meeting and then you put the camps on his shoulders-”

“This isn’t my fault,” Rhys growled defensively.

“Incorrect,” Eris said decisively.

“Well it’s not all my fault,” Rhys corrected, sighing. “Fucking hell…” he muttered.

Eris sighed as well. “It seems we need to coordinate a bit better before our bat decides to pass out again,” he mused.

“I didn’t think he’d work himself this far,” Rhys muttered. “He’s normally good at judging his limits, has even managed to judge Cass’s and I’s limits better than ourselves.”

“You know Az,” Eris muttered. “He works his ass off for the people he cares about.”

Rhys sighed, rubbing his face. “You’re both staying here tonight,” he said.

Eris shrugged. “Fine,” he agreed. Guilt was beginning to plague him, though. How did he manage to work his bat so hard that he passed out? He had been, he’ll admit, trying to get Azriel to spend more time with him. Guess he forgot Rhys was just as possessive over his family. And thus came their present situation: Azriel collapsed in a heap on the floor with his wings thrown every which direction and toy figurines digging into his sides.

“We pushed him too hard,” Rhys mumbled, but it sounded as if he didn’t mean for anyone to hear the words.

Eris sighed, reaching to grab the wood figurine to make Azriel a tad more comfortable. “We’re not making this mistake again,” he said.

“No, we’re not,” Rhys agreed. “Halve the work we give him?” The other High Lord offered.

Eris nodded while standing up and hauling Azriel into his arms with a grunt. “Tuck his wings, won’t you?” Eris asked, unable to stop his mate’s wings from dragging on the floor while he was just trying to hold Azriel’s obsessively large frame in his arms. They were of equal height, yes, but one of them was much stockier.

Rhys quickly moved forward, carefully and respectfully tucking Azriel’s wings where Eris could hold them off the floor. “His bedroom is this way,” Rhys said, leading the way through the hallways.

Azriel’s breathing was slow and calm as Eris set him down on his side in the bed. He took a moment to make sure his bat wouldn’t be sore from any positioned limbs before sighing and glancing back at Rhys standing in the doorway.

“Let’s let him sleep,” Eris recommended and, without waiting for Rhys’s response, used his own power to put out the faelights and walk out.

Rhys took one last glance at his brother before closing the door. “Are you sure we don’t need Madja?”

“Unless he hit his head on the fall, no. Which I’m pretty sure I saved him from,” Eris reminded him. “He’s tired. The only solution is sleep and I doubt he’d want a healer’s attention anyway.”

Rhys sighed and nodded, walking toward the living area. “Sorry for the immediate blame,” he mumbled quickly. “That wasn’t exactly fair.”

Eris hummed. “Forgiven,” he replied. “I’m pretty sure we can share the bat just fine.”

Rhys scoffed in amusement. “Guess we’ll let him rest for now.”

—————

Azriel

Azriel awoke to sunlight in his eyes and he groaned, rolling onto his stomach so his wings covered his face. Then he sat up quickly after remembering what happened before he had… passed out? He felt tired still, but maybe a little less exhausted than before.

He glanced around, relaxing at the sight of his room at the River House. And with Eris in the armchair with a book in his hand. Eris silently bookmarked his page and set down the book to look at him.

“Feel any better?” Eris asked.

Azriel sighed and turned to sit down facing his mate. “I’m-“

“If you start apologizing I might actually slap you,” Eris deadpanned, standing up as well to make the threat even easier to accomplish. “Do you feel better?” He repeated after reaching the bedside.

“Yes,” Azriel replied begrudgingly. “What happened?”

“You passed out from exhaustion,” Eris replied calmly. “Your brother and I moved you here.”

Azriel squinted a bit. “Which one?” He asked. Rhysand and Eris did not get along very well so he doubted it was-

“Rhys,” Eris replied, chuckling at his immediately confused and shocked facial expression. “And we’ve agreed to limit the amount of work we put on our poor bat before he works himself to death.”

Azriel huffed. “I’m fine,” he mumbled.

“You are somewhat fine now. About sixteen hours ago, you were not. And that falls on Rhys and I equally,” Eris replied firmly.

Azriel hummed. “Why do I feel like you two had an argument?” He asked, glancing at his shadows for confirmation.

“We did,” Eris replied before his shadows could even skitter to his ears. “And then we dealt with it like civilized High Lords. Relax, Azriel. Us changing your workload is to prevent your self-sacrificing ass from doing this again. And you are going to tell us when you are overworked, got it? If you don’t, you won’t like the punishment.”

Azriel huffed in disbelief. “I wasn’t being self-sacrificing-“ he protested.

“You were. Stop denying it,” Eris cut in. “You were trying to give us both your attention and we were fighting over you like a piece of meat. But we also need you now to tell us how much work is too much, Az. No more doing it all to make us happy. That isn’t how this works.”

Azriel sighed in defeat. “Fine,” he muttered. “I’ll try.”

“Good,” Eris said, finally climbing into bed and running a hand through his hair. “Now, would you like a bath and then some relaxation time with your everloving mate?”

Azriel snorted at Eris’s words before asking, “Don’t you have to go back to Autumn?”

“My court can run itself for a few hours, Az. More than if needed. Even then, your only worry for now is to get back your energy so you don’t pass out.”

Azriel chuckled a little. “Alright,” he relented. “A bath does sound pretty nice.”

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A/N: hope you enjoyed!! :D

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[agenderduck]

thinking about how duck and red are two sides of the same coin, opposites yet exactly the same. duck is a square, a cube if you will. he desperately wants to be in control of something, anything. deep down though he wants nothing more than for the trio to be a family because that is where he feels most safe and secure. duck’s can’t live without their flock. he acts out of fear though he’ll never admit it. any slip up on his end could lead to the trio separating again. so he clings to his clipboard and does his visual inventory by compulsion. duck does it to feel some level of ‘control’ because what choice does he have? he hates feeling weak, but most of all he hates the thought of his friends being anywhere but with him.

red on the other hand is a rhombus/diamond, a square slightly tipped to the side. on the surface it seems like a different shape but they have the same amount of sides, and the same dimensions. red says he wants to be dead because in his eyes its the only way he can gain some level of control over himself, though true death will never be an option for them within the cycle. those sweet moments of darkness might be nice for a second but then before he knows it the lights are back on and the house is spinning again.

transport and electricity highlight how duck and red will never have the same courage yellow has to confront his discomfort with the cycle. both will inevitably continue to run from that discomfort. red runs from everything all the time, like duck’s death, or the three of them being a family. he runs from his discomfort with the cycle in transport, and it is far from his first time doing something similar. red is too beaten down to question things like yellow does. deep down he cares for the other two, realistically he can’t live without them, but he wishes he could. red associates them with the house often, and the things he himself can’t be. duck on the other hand runs by desperately trying to hide the fact that hes terrified behind his ego and abiding by the rules. he is consistently beaten down and devalued by it, duck has long since given up questioning why these things happen to him. why would he fight back when bad things will continue to happen to him regardless? the trio could be split up for all he knows,it could put their little family at risk. so when yellow starts questioning things in electricity,duck is not just worried that his friend is acting differently, and out of the norm its also a reminder of the fact that he will never be able to do the same.

they’re not allowed to feel much of anything, forced to put forward the often worst parts of themselves, forced into character types they don’t want to play. red and duck bicker, but its not out of any disdain for each other, quite the opposite really. they respect and care for each other deeply, though they would rarely ever admit it. red, because of his general avoidance, and duck because he assumes its already implied. they huddle together when yellow starts acting ‘wrong’ in electricity because the sense of familiarity they have with each other is comforting. both puppets love and care for yellow, but fail to truly understand him and his point of view. as long as they’re in the light the trio’s interactions with each other will be hollow and limited. for duck and red the only time we see them truly open up around each other is in the dark. only then do they realize they actually like looking at each other. ‘my housemate has really pretty eyes actually…. why am i only just now realizing that.’ they see each other in the fridge scene in a way they’re denied most every other time. they realize that they genuinely enjoy each other’s presence and appearance all while barely being able to see each other. its both intimate and sad. the scene is abruptly interrupted when red and duck question where yellow is who shortly after appears to have come back down stairs, accidentally letting the light back in. anything that was just said goes straight into the shredder. the trio will never be on the same page ever. no real change will ever be made for duck and red with their egos and vulnerabilities getting in the way. so while duck and red have the potential to make each other better on paper, they will more than likely continue to make each other so much worse, they are puppets bound and choked by their own strings.

[thatfoxnamedfinley]

To Erase the Past aka Words of Radiance thoughts

Why yes, I was awake until 5:00AM finishing this book, thank you for asking and understanding

Why no, I'm not okay

I'm so proud of Shallan

I'm so disappointed in Moash

I'm so thankful for Kaladin

I'm so triggered by Tangerine (I know this isn't his name but that's what I'm calling him, throw him into the pile with Capsule)

I've become a Dalinar apologist

YOU KNOW THE DRILL

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

Lets GOOOOOooOOOOoooOooooooOOOOo

So last night, I'm whooping and hollering. Sweating. Fist pumping. Being trampled by the last sequences in the book. It's 3:00AM. My roommate who fell asleep downstairs finally makes it up to his room. He looks into my room, eyebrow raised.

Him: I could hear you downstairs.

Me: Okay?

Him: ......it was bad

Me: ...

That is a quick summary of my thoughts of this book. I feel like between these two books I've read like 2 trilogies.

BITCH I KNEW JASNAH WASN'T DEAD, I FUCKING KNEW IT. I EVEN SLAMMED THE BOOK SHUT AND STOOD UP LIKE "I BET YOUR ASS SHE IS IN SHADESMAR SOMEHOW"

*sits down and takes a deep breath*

So apparently Shadesmar is the mythological kingdom of the spren

PATTERN IS AMAZING, I loved him. Ok ok ok when he was first introduced and Shallan and Jasnah were like "damn I'm kinda disappointed." and Jasnah was like "He's a little..."

and Shallan was like *nods sadly* "He's a little retarded?" and Pattern is like spinning in circles in the corner of the room and trying to get up walls but keeps like, slowly sliding down

I almost spat my water out

ok ok so Kaladin is a Surgebinder, Shallan a Lightweaver, Dalinar a Bondsmith and Renarin (wtf this kid is so weird bro) is a...Truthwatcher

Ok I'm sorry, let me consult my notes because my mind is ALL OVER THE PLACE

Very early the glyphs appeared and honestly, we all knew it was the Everstorm. Dalinar FINALLY knowing he wasn't crazy was just so good. There was a moment after the first set appeared and Dalinar is listening to the people in the room. His inner dialogue is to have a straight back and head up despite his exhaustion. Telling himself to be in control. And I'm like DAMN this man really is a leader amongst men. The way he carries himself is just so GENERAL like and so so good!

Even though Dalinar apparently had the fewest pages dedicated to him this book, it really felt like he was looming over the story with how much of this seems to center around him (uniting Alethkar) and how many of the character's POV's intersect with what he doing.

Jasnah? Thinks Dalinar may be one of the best men she has ever known. Syl? Loves Dalinar and thinks he's a good man. Kaladin? Has several moments when he realizes that yes, Dalinar IS a good man and he MUST live. Hell, he was almost part of a plot to kill the king because he and that crew he met were like "Bro, Dalinar should be the king. We all know it." And at first Kaladin was like WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE WE CANT KILL THE KING WERE PROTECTING HIM WTF ARE YOU- wait...Dalinar the king instead?

Kaladin was like

Sadeas was such a bitter ex boyfriend. When he asked his wife to activate all her spies to find something to hurt Dalinar with I'm like BRO WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING DAMAGE DUDE. Admitting to himself that even if Dalinar was the Blackthorn and was still the conquering warlord, he'd kill him regardless because he wanted to be at the top was telling because I was really wondering if he'd ever admit it.

((Adolin sniping tf outta him was so fucking satisfying. Holy SHIT))

Shallan. Ooooouuu girlie! GIRLIE!!! The CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!!!! I liked her in book 1 despite many people saying she was a weakness in the book because Dalinar and Kaladin were just much more INTERESTING than her POV. Brandon Sanderson said "lol ok BET" and look what we got. A cesspit of trauma and growth. The goal? To find Urithiru because it holds secrets of the Voidbringers. Oh, and marry Adolin. Oh, and infiltrate the Ghost Bloods. Oh, AND SAVE THE ENTIRE WORLD NO FUCKING PROBLEM

HOLYYY FUCKKKKK THE REVELATION THAT SHE KILLED HER MOTHER HOLY ACTUAL FUCKKK!! Her dad was PROTECTING HER by making everyone think he did it! I sat back in my chair like yo WTF Shallan. You murked your mom AND your dad. Holy fuck. And I guess her mom tried to kill her because she said Shallan was "one of them" and had powers at a younger age? When we meet Pattern, this isn't the first time Shallan has. Hints to it but Shallan's brain just

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETT

dissociation

The flashbacks were so good. Seeing her brothers (RIP to Heleran, Balat is NUTS he abuses animals and pulls legs off crabs). Her father was horrible. Being surrounded by all the constant yelling, the fear. Being put in her corner and not speaking. Her humor helping her brothers. Despite how afraid she is, it is SHE that holds the family together. It was SHE who got her gambling brother free, who made her brothers laugh.

OOOOO When she was about to join the caravans, there was a line she said...

"What would you do, Vathah," Shallan said in a loud voice, "to erase the past?"

And it's pitch black and you hear the screams of the caravans being attacked by bandits and she's standing on the sand and she's Lightweaving an illusion that she's a QUEEN and her hair is blowing around her and now KNOWING her past I'm like holy FUCK that was so GOOD!!!!

(I was also like holy fuck THERE's Gaz!)

oMg when Jasnah was "assassinated" I did indeed gasp. When Shallan watched the guy stab her in the chest with a knife I was like NO FUCKING WAY BITCH but Sanderson was clever. By NOT having her in the rest of the book and bringing her back in the EPILOGUE it didn't feel like we were cheated. Because Jasnah's death was a huge motivator to Shallan and a catalyst to her change in the book.

yo Shallan is so smart. This bitch infiltrated the Ghostbloods with ALMOST ease because of her abilities. WHEN SHE WENT TO THE HERALD AND AMARAM WAS THERE AND SHALLAN WAS IN THE CORNER like

I'm like this bitch is about to be a fucking PROBLEM

watch for that dark haired cunt in a rimmed hat

rumor has it her name is Veil

ok random gear switch

Sadeas CASUALLY talking about killing Dalinar and Elhokar? BRO what is your DAMAGE???? I get that Alethi are super ambitious and war driven but WTF Sadeas

OOOOOOMGGGGGG

WHEN SZETH CAME BITCH

OOOOMMMMFFGGG I SCREAMED

The chapter was entitled The One Who Hates

like excuse me bitch?

One of my bookmarked notes in my audiobook is "No spren guides him. WHAT????? HOW SWAY????"

We learn later on the nature of his blade but STILL. In the moment I was freaking out. Kaladin has that dream and knew something was wrong. He and Adolin and Dalinar are f.i.g.h.t.i.n.g. f.o.r t.h.e.i.r l.i.v.e.s and Szeth is flying around, sending Adolin flying up to the ceiling and he cuts Kaladin's arm and it goes grey and I'm just reading this chapter

UNSTABLE

UNWELL

My heart was beating so fucking fast. Dalinar is like

"YOU TOOK MY BROTHER FROM ME. YOU WILL NOT TAKE THE KING, YOU WILL NOT TAKE THE ONLY THING OF HIM I HAVE LEFT"

And Szeth is like

"I'm not here for him, Highprince. I'm here for you." Then Dalinar CATCHES the Shardblade in his bare fucking hands and Kaladin and Szeth fall midair from the window and then Szeth flees after Kaladin heals and shows his powers and I'm SHOUTING at the spine of the book

(Adolin sitting outside his father's room the rest of that night because he was scared Szeth would come back to kill his father was just...UGH I LOVE the relationship Adolin and Dalinar have. Adolin idolizes his father so MUCH)

and and and

that part with Shallan (I am so frazzled I'm so sorry I've barely had any sleep and this book HAUNTS me do you understand it HAUNTS me...I had a dream last night about this book)

"Can't run, can't run, can't run....

FIGHT."

And she attacks Tyn and kills her with a SHARDBLADE

Oh I'm sorry? Hello? WHAT???? WTFFF BITCH???

A SHARDBLADDDEEEEEEEE????!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!? I just got goosies again bitch omg I'm actually panting hold on give me a moment

ok sidenote but The Stormfather is kind of a dick???? And to be fair, I'm going to assume after as many Desolations as there were that the spren are tired of helping humanity maybe and that's what Stormfather is talking about. Like "bro this is not my first, second, third or even eightieth rodeo. everytime it's the same and SOMEHOW humanity still finds new and clever ways to disappoint me. So...HELP YOU? lmfao" And I know we'll learn more about it so I'm willing to accept that thought process for now but at the end when he's talking to Dalinar (EXCUSE ME IS THE STORMFATHER DALINAR'S *SPREN* NOW???????????) I was like this Stormfather is a little bit of a bitch. This was my INITIAL reading because my adrenaline was still through the roof after

KALADIN FOUGHT SZETH AND SHALLAN TELEPORTED THE ARMY TO URITHIRU

but after thinking about it I was like yeah no I get it. He's seen this movie in theaters so many times and has to pretend to be excited but he really is just pissed his friends keep forcing him to come

Sebarial and Wit were iconic. Their insults were so fucking good. During the end when they were all making their way to the Oathgate and Sebarial was drunk and Palona was reading a book and Dalinar was like ????

AMARAM GOT PUT IN HIS PLACE bye bitch

Aladar, Roion (r.i.p you cowardly prince, you actually did us a solid in the end, and I underestimated both you and your kin. salute) and Sebarial joining him to form a force of 30k against the Parshendi that were SINGING THEIR LITTLE HEARTS OUT for the apocalypse

KALADIN REALIZING THAT ELOKHAR WAS DALINAR'S TIEN ARRGgggggg *squeezes stress ball*

Then Syl. My glorious Syl.

"YOUT WILL MATTERS NOT!" Syl shouted. "YOU CANNOT HOLD ME BACK IF HE SPEAKS THE WORDS! KALADIN! SAY THEM!"

BITCHHHHH I was *unhinged* Then Kaladin lit up like a fucking Christmas tree

I am so disappointed in Moash. I want to say I get it but like...MOASH. REALLY? After all that? After being Kaladin's friend and OH YOU KNOW him giving you a Shardblade and Plate because he trusted you and now we're here

Though he did get 1/18th of a brownie point for not letting anyone else touch Kaladin. Then he lost 1,476,998 brownie points for punching Kaladin so hard that his ribs broke INWARD. "Oops I hit him harder than I meant to." Are you fucking kidding me Moash. Are you? Because you're an EMBARRASSMENT. I hope when we see him next it's ON SITE. Count your fucking days, bro

So...Szeth's weapon was an Honorblade, a weapon of the Heralds....? And two of them are back? The one that Amaram snatched up (Herald of War) and the one that saved Szeth (Herald of Justice). They are returning. So now Szeth is just a normal human being with a normal life...? I'm very VERY interested in Szeth's development and where he goes. I want him on our side so bad and idk how tf Brandon Sanderson plans to do it but I just need it to happen

Adolin murdering Sadeas was SO satisfying. Sadeas going on and on and ON. That isn't it SO CONVENENIENT that the head of Dalinar's guard and Adolin's betrothed are both Radiants and that Dalinar has an ulterior motive. And Adolin is like WHY SADEAS? WHY are you like this. What is your damage? And Sadeas is like WELL if Dalinar stays alive then I can't be more powerful, so lololololol

And Adolin is like

OMG I FORGOT tO MENTION ADOLIN's DUEL

amazing. so good. captivating. unexpected. Adolin grappling from behind and they won!

"Dalinar growled softly. It was a sound Kaladin had never heard from him, The growl of a beast on a chain. It surprised him. " ooohhh?????

And no one standing to help and Kaladin like "literally hold my beer" then when he asked for his boon I was like welp FUCK here we go

Then he was thrown in jail and I was like YUP that tracks

I absolutely LOVED his book. Truly. I liked it better than the first if that's even possible. It made me appreciate book 1 even more because of the world building and set up.

side notes from my audiobook bookmarks:

Kaladin mentions Dalinar's eyes a lot mmmhmmmm

"Dalinar Kholin slowly stood up. He moved like a rolling boulder. Inevitable, implacable." oh. OH?

PATTERN CAN READ DAWNCHANT what a g

"I wouldn't want you to go flying off on me. You know, flying off in an angry tirade." Wit is a legend, I love that he seems to be all knowing and everywhere he needs to be for certain characters. WHO/WHAT IS HE?

Renarin is...I don't have words. What in Damnation are you doing, man? Because he's llike WERE ALL GUNNA DIE WERE ALL GUNNA DIE then they don't so like...how reliable are his Truthwatching abilities?

Shallan and Kaladin EYEBALLING EACH OTHER????? Thinking about each other????? HMMMMMMM???

"He danced with the slayer of kings" HOLLLLYYY FUCK IM *UNHINGED* RN DALINAR YOU ARE TRULY A GOAT AMONGST GOATS <- actually quote from my bookmark

Gallant not fleeing the battlefield is actually iconic

Shallan and Dalinar looking out below and people teleporting to their location and saying "Life before Death, Radiant" is, I fear, legendary

Ok phew I'm so tired from this post, I needed to spit my thoughts out before reading book 3 (which is apparently about Dalinar and I am already such a Dalinar apologist that I can't WAIT)

ok bye *snooze*

OH!! AND TANGERINE BEING EItHER RETARDED OR A GENIUS ON ANY GIVEN DAY bro WHAT and THAT is what you're going off of? THAT is why you're assassinating everyone???? Bro you are FUCKED

[wide-nose-and-wonderful]

Hello. Wanted to give some much needed love to the Snow Fall fandom because well, I adore Mr. Franklin Saint. Please enjoy the creative works written by yours truly found down below. Yes, I’m aware that my writing may not vibe with everyone. It can be very long, detailed and angst filled often times. Regardless, I'm super proud of these stories I've created and put into the fan fiction world to share with other fans of the show. Hope whomever comes across this page enjoys the reading experience. Be aware, these were written by a Black woman, with Black Women in mind. Either way, happy reading.

Authors note.

-Wide Nose And Wonderful. 💙

🌴Saint Eye Candy 1, 2, 3, 4,5 6,7. 

🌴Saint Comedy 1, 2, 3, 4,5.

🌴Writer Confessions 1, 2, 3, 4,5 6.

🌴Memes 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 

🌴Voting Polls 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Angst, Soft Smut, Use of the N-Word, Established Relationship.

28,827 words | Summary: You’ve seen the worst parts of him and the best parts of him and vice versa. That’s why you made a good pair, but the recent knowledge of his new life path has torn you both apart. However when tragedy strikes, it might be the thing you need to take another look at the Franklin you fell in love with.

PART (1) (2) (3) (4) COMPLETED.

Established Relationship. Drama, Hurt, Angst, Use of the n-word. Mentions of Suicide and Death.

8,220 words | Summary: Being Leon's baby sister, you were almost like a forbidden fruit, but Franklin kissed you that night at the amusement park. Since then you couldn't get him outta your mind. The day of Andres funeral you decide to approach him and let him know these growing feelings, unaware the world is about to come crashing down in the worst way.

 ONE SHOT! COMPLETED.

Established Relationship, Hurt, Comfort, Fluff, Use of the N-Word.

7,821 words | Summary: You loved your brother Leon dearly, but damn could he be super over protective! No guy you brought home to meet your mom or talked to was ever good enough for you according to Leon. Hm. Not even a childhood friend who went by the name, Franklin Saint? Never in a million years would you consider it. Well, until one night. Prequel to RockABye Saint.

ONE SHOT!  COMPLETED. 

Established Relationship, Hurt, Comfort, Soft Smut, Use of the N-Word.

8,093 words | Summary: With life spinning out of control and the war ragging in the neighborhood, you come to find that you are alone more and more under the watchful eye of Peaches. Being without Franklin has started to get to you. Can he convince you that brighter days are ahead?

ONE SHOT! COMPLETED.  

Established Relationship, Hurt And Comfort. *Reader Request

7,524 words | Summary: Pleasure would take a back seat, that and personal desires. Maybe in another life he could chase them. But it wasn't another life. Survival now depended upon caution and precision. Taking three bullets to the body gives a lot of time for reflection. In the midst of his recovery, Franklin Saint thinks back on his actions, and what it would mean going forward in the new world he created. 

ONE SHOT! COMPLETED.

Fluffy, Slow Burn, Soft Smut, Use of the N-Word, Drips of Angst.

37,829 words | Summary: You have a very wild imagination. But what happens when imagination bleeds into reality? Will you rise above it, or crumble and fall?

PART (1) (2) (3) (4) (5). COMPLETED.

Established Relationship. Goofy, Fluff, Brief use of the N-Word, Some Sticky Smutty Fun. 

4,444 words. | Summary: Literally this is really just a what if. What if Franklin was set in the present day, or hell maybe not even present day, but present enough that he could facetime? So, I decided to write about it and share it. There really is no plot, just shenanigans as usual from our favorite King Pen.

ONE SHOT! COMPLETED.

PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR CLAIM ANY OF MY WRITING. -Wide Nose And Wonderful.

[callsign-relic]

hi!! liveblog! its. very long. 3 episodes! but mostly im yelling about episode 2 because character intros <3

SEASON 2 EP 1!!

newwww season let's go BABEY!!

oh shit it starts out like RIGHT where it left off.

blackarachnia seems to be back to normal... smart move leaving during the initial confusion

Megatron smackin Scorponok and Waspinator fhksbffbfkjfk??

uh oh!! its not over yet!!! quantum surge...

"sneaky ball of legs"... i LOVE all the weird nicknames and monikers so so so much. every new one is a delight 

OHHHHHH TARANTULAS IS STILL IN HER HEAD... OHOHOOOO SO FUCKED UP

OHHHHH SOOOOOOOO FUCKED UP HES CAUGHT HER IN A WEB IN HER OWN BRAIN...

also ehehehe... big spoder.

side thought. i enjoy tarantulas but i would NOT want to be a tiny around him. hed eat u (a win in ANY other circumstance) bUT i feel like hed be so nasty about it. so truly awful. 0/10 experience.

ITS THE FIRST EP OF THE SEASON- HOW ARE THERE SO MANY UH OHS ALREADY- OH MY GOD?????

whats happening to everyone!!!!!!

DID TERRORSAUR JUST DIE? he fell in the lava!!!!! TERRORSAUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! D:

what IS happening to you Megatron?!?!?!

CHEERING YELLING at Tarantulas and BA being stuck together for the time being. 

"h-hey! im uh... gorgeous!" RHDKFHSK RATTRAP

OH SHIT they got fancy robotic beastmodes????

cheetor can FLY????

oh no the poor boy

RATTRAP HAS WHEELS... he looks like a cat toy xgufkghckgjx

oh my god. what about the predacons

waspinator is the same...

OH GOD. Megatron... somehow MORE intimidating than before

oh tarantulas has also undergone some changes (??)

oh shit yeah. rhinox was alseep for all that

WHAAAAAAAAAAT was that OPs spark?????

spinning rattraps wheels... how scandalous Dinobot :3c

oh shit is scorponok also gone???? ARE THEY ACTUALLY FR DEAD??? i dont know what to do about this! IM USED TO THEM COMING BACK...

CHEETOR YOU CAN FLY NOW YOULL BE FINE

these new forms are strange but also REALLY fun mechanically.

OH!! cheetors got a tail whip(?) ill miss the guts gun but this is pretty neat

hmm. its interesting that now cheetor actually looks more cheetah-like in his bot mode more than his beast mode, with the prominent spots and all- oh. his butt is still spotted in beast mode.

"rrroyalty! youve come for me!" aw inferno...

AW HE KINDA DID COME FOR HIM ACTUALLY. THEY'RE RETREATING NOW

new forms has its ups and downs i suppose. learning how to control them is one issue lmao

OH????? OH TWO NEW CHARACTERS??

HELL YES HELL YES HELL YES!!!!!!!!!

fuck!!!! i just remembered. WHENS MY MANTA RAY BOY APPEARING. that didn't look like a manta ray environment. so i assume not yet...

oh god. is this going to be another situation where it turns out that the character/s that ignited my interest in the show for to only appear really late in the runtime... PLEASR. IVE ALREADY BEEN THROUGH THIS WITH TFA BLURR, SHOCKWAVE AND SWINDLE... PLEASE................. also tf armada...

i mean ill have a good time regardless but AUGH,,

anyway. terrorsaur and scorponok are GONE gone it seems DDD: 

im significantly more sad about one than the other hskfnndbd sorry scorponok

id say the same abt OP but uh. with Optimuses track records in other continuities... he's probably fine.

S2 EP2

:0 what are the Fuzors.

YES lets go new character intros!!

i love that Megatron has like. rollerblades now. i take back what i said about him being more intimidating. hes got rollerskates.

what does waspinator know? what does DINOBOT know?

HRJDFHKDHD Dinobot sneaking up on the camera HFJFHFKDNFKDNFKD REALLY GOOD!!!!!!

THE DISCS... Hkdfhjs i wrote that and then waspinator said it half a second later bskfbdksn

WHAT is the significance of the moon- "EARTHHHHH........"

WHAT!! what do you MEAN the discs give a record of the future!!

oh fuck i forgot they got sent back in TIME

awwwwwww NOOO waspinator oh my GOD hes been UNMADE- HE GOT CUBED?????

HE GOT CUBED!!!!!!!!!

Tarantuachnia!!!!!!! i cant. merge their names. tarachnia.

i love that she keeps kicking tarantulas' body along LMAO

oh waspinator is fine :]

HRJSOSJDKNEKBGKEBGKE AWWW NOO BABY... "oh Suuure! dont MIND waspinator! waspinator just LIE HERE and SUFFER... drag HIMSELF to CR TANK..." awauauauuaujhdgfhhtn4nmdmx

Tigatron: after you, my lady <3

aw... off they go............ 

oh!!!!!!!!!! we're getting THREE???????? BOTS??

RT: crack the egg and say hello! 

or not :( one's a dud. 

this is how OP comes back... or Starscream.

PLEASE not Starscream.

critical scanner damage!! 

WHOS THIS!!!! 

THE VOICES. i love them!!!!!!!!!!! 

HRJDKFHDKWMFNEK THE ONE THAT JUST WOKE UP AND IS LIKE "I bet i can THRASH yer tail" HELLO????? oh my GOD what is he. that was a cobra tail thing. it ALSO HAD A FACE. WHAT IS HE!!!!!!!!!!

also whats the OTHER one

WOLF

WINGED WOLF?????????????????

hes like. a deviantart creation. 12 year olds cool wolf angel oc. i love him.

scorponok... TWO. scorposnek.

TARNATION! whys he a COWBOY!! i was like. oh he's got an accent- NO!! HES A COWBOY!!!!

wait actually hes a scorpion and a snake, those ARE desert-y cowboy animals. fair ig

inferno: "FOOL! pain is my friend! allow me to introduce YOU to it!!" hehehe

oh my god hes THWACKIN him around by the tail ahdjdbs??

awww angel wolf is standing up for the cowboy! even though cowboy just tried to beat him up!

oh my god. dinobot and him have the potential to be great friends. they have similar values.

a knight and a cowboy... what a combo to introduce.

wait.

WAIT

IS THIS SILVERBOLT? hes all chivalrous... 

i know you mentioned him when i first asked abt beast wars. is this your boy...

"what? you TRUST this tinhorn TOAD?" 

hes so dramatic. I LOVE this cowboy- QUICKSTRIKE!!

YESSSSSSSSS I WAS RIGHT HE IS SILVERBOLT!!!

hes FR a deviantart OC. the way he DESCRIBED HIMSELF im HWEEZING he's fantastic. "PURE, STRONG AND FAST..." he was even framed dramatically by the moon!!!

OHHHHH i love both of them. 

Quickstrikes design with all his scorpion legs on one hand is uh. A Choice though LMAO

rattrap: "primal's been vamped. dinobot's DISSAPPEARED. stripes and the bird lady are on some world CRUISE" dhdkdjjsksnfme he says it like theyr on holiday

rhinox is going offline?? 

awhh... Rattraps gettin left alone... :((!!?!

WAIT NVM CHEETOR IS STILL HERE WHAT ARE YOU COMPLAINING ABT.

Ehdjfodjskdjdkgnlsbdkdndhdk sir?????? YOJ SENT HIM AWAY 

oh my GOD Dinobot is Hamleting again!!!

"to be or not to be..."

whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them... fun fact back in highschool i had that whole soliloquy memorized.

my god hes having a crisis out here. just like hamlet 

HES *STILL* SOLILOQUIZING

the discs ARE a mystery though. very very fun. 

oh hes HIDING them

yesssss... YESS................ hes BACK! MY WEIRDBOY!

i LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!

oh this is FASCINATING. 

Megatron: "Teamwork and cooperation, those are the Predacon watchwords..." 

QS: "how about backstabbin, and treachery?"

so so so fascinating that Megatron fully knows whats needed for a cohesive team (teamwork and cooperation), but those aspects so often go against the values of the characters that he'd align himself with. 

the cobalt kitty! i love the fact that they give themselves silly monikers as well.

silverbolt............ hes too nice for the predacons

MEGATRON CAN FLY TOO

giddyEUPP!! YEEHAW!!!!!

im torn. im discovering that i actually do not like Quickstrike very much.

its been like. less than 15 minutes after hes been introduced and im just like. oh youre terrible and annoying.

but . BUT. i know im gonna have a GREAT time when you're onscreen because some FREAK SHIT is gonna happen. also i still really like his silly cowboy accent dhfjdbe,,, but i but i do not like Him.

oh god. rhinox is in danger.

Dinobot is hiding the disc 👀?

BIG GUNS!!!!!!!!!!!

rattrap is so FAST!

OH SHIT. Tarantulas can still control BA!! 

so fucked up!!! SO FUCKED UP!! awful awful man!!

"yoo hoo! waspinator here too!" HES SO CUTE.

OH NO. SOME MORE COWBOY BULLSHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN.

is that a CLOCK? what a cool clock design

whaaaaaat is going on with Rhinox!!!

oh these cowboy shots are really cool actually.

i LOVE the dramatics

to be continued!!!!!!!!!! FUCK i forgot this was a multiparter!!

in that case ill include the next ep in this set too

S2 EP3

HRJSHSJS SO many shots. THEY DECIMATED THAT ROCK.

they really are out numbered atm

TRANSMETAL TARANTULAS ZOOMIN whskfbemrhek??????

awwwh... SILVERBOLT

OHHHHHHHHHH THE NEW BOTS ARE FUZORS. because. theyr. fusions................ okay yeah fair hajfkfksmfbekgb,,

where's Black Arachnia...

Rhinox!!!!!!! Is he going after OP?!?!

Megatrons room again... OH THERES HIS RUBBER DUCKY 🥺

SB: "These Maximals are Fools!" ehkrjfke

UH OH MEGATRON FIGURED IT OUT THEYR GOIN FOR RHINOX!!

doggybot! oop. there he goes.

RHSJDODJEKNFKDNFKE THE SUDDEN  CUT TO DINOBOT BOPPIN UP AND DOWN AS HE GETS TRANSPORTED BY RATTRAP whdkfkflfn

oughghhh... Tarantulas and Black Arachnia's dynamic is So so so messed up here its great

HE GOT SQUASHED AGAIN

she's so SNEAKY <3 

awhhhh BUPPY. hes got puppydog eyes!!! HES CUTEEEE

awh silverbolt... he's had the idea of defecting put into his head >:3c

rhinox went somewhere where all are one...

LETS GO! ITS PRIME TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!! i assume anyway

the cowboy musical stings are actually Really good. LIKE REALLY GOOD. i came around on those. it works so well.

of COURSE they gave Quickstrike fucking cowboy spur noises for his footsteps.

"WELL THATS JUST PRIME."

LETS GOOOOOOO

hes got a HOVERBOARD??

i wonder if the creators of the show just happened to be watching a ton of western movies when making these episodes. why's there so much cowboy stuff.

SB: consider that my resignation, Megatron!

HECK YES

"well, i like your resume" LMAO??? his resume contains: Megatron Yelling

LMAO?? RATTRAP TOOK OVER OPS QUARTERS.

black arachnia >:3c ohohoho im so excited to see what she does.

i assume that the new transmetal forms were partially made in order to sell new toys LMAO. i wonder if others will get transmetal forms later on as well :0

i actually prefer the look of their og forms (i. love animal), but i really like the functionality and fun designs of these new ones...

I really like Tarantulas and Cheetors new forms in particular !! I think only Tarantulas looks definitively Cooler in my books, but that's also because his design was pretty Silly before imo. stripy....

ahdkfhsk SORRY I TALKED SO MUCH THIS ROUND,, THERE WAS JUST SO MUCH TO COMMENT ON,,,,

id have just done eps 1 and 2, but 2 and 3 is a two parter... anyway ill probably have a longer gap between liveblogs again so im not just. taking up So Much Space on your blog and in your askbox shfkfbdndn o7

- init

[emilyssky]

Chapter 1: 3:45am

PAIRING: Lee Know! x Fem!reader

GENRE(S): college au,smut,angst

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, chocking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)

SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"  

"What?"

"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."    

[the GIF is not mine]

1 year ago.

Tonight the night breeze feels more gentle than ever, even though it's freezing outside. Maybe it was too hot inside the frat house or maybe I'm still numb from everything that happened to feel the cold. My hands are still shaking from anger, my eyeliner is probably messed up and the world is still spinning. Tonight wasn't the night to drink so much but it was the only thing that numbed the pain, even for a few moments. The realization hasn't quite hit me yet. The tears have dried, but my heart still hurts. 1 year. 1 whole year of my life I dedicated to him. I cried over him, we fought, we laughed, we talked, and we made love. I opened up to him more than anyone. I trusted him and I fell for him. I thought Jackson would never hurt me. Everyone was warning me, telling me to stay away, reminding me of his 'fuckboy' reputation but I didn't listen. I was stupid enough to believe that with me he would be different like I'm some main character in a fucking movie. He was, in a way but he was also going through a lot but regardless I was there every single time. He had so many issues, so many demons, and such pain from his past that he hadn't and couldn't deal with, and I stayed despite everything. Despite the fighting and the yelling. Despite his cruel words and despite his inability to control his anger. I stayed even after the nights I forced myself to bury deep in my memories where his anger would take over completely. I understood him in a way and I loved him despite everything. But it was all a lie and finding out I was a joke to him made my world crash. That I was just some chick he wanted to fuck and make fun of with his friends. He tried to explain by saying that at some point he started to feel more and couldn't stop thinking about me. Bullshit. I slapped him for the first time that day, the day I went by his apartment, unexpected, and found all of his friends there that had no clue I was even his girlfriend. For a week straight he wouldn't leave me alone, He was calling me none stop, banging at my door, and showing up to my classes. I was thankful to Hyunjin and Felix for never leaving me alone when he was around. I hadn't left my bedroom for a week and Emma was begging me to come with her to this Frat party tonight.  I showered for the first time in days, put on make-up, and got dressed up. The alcohol made me forget for a while. I was dancing and drinking and I was having fun. Accidentally opening a bedroom door instead of the bathroom door and seeing Jackson half-naked on top of some blonde girl was when everything came back, crashing down. I left, I left and I've been walking in the cold for the past half an hour. My thigh-high boots and the leather jacket I stole from Chan are doing a decent job at protecting my legs from the cold but I still wrap my arms around my body tighter as I go up the familiar flight of stairs. When I reach the top, I notice that the door that leads to the rooftop is slightly open. I walk outside and when the air hits me, I feel like I can breathe again. I closed my eyes and take a deep breath. I take a few steps, aimlessly toward the center of the roof until a male figure comes into view. All I can is his back, that's rising and falling, almost as if he's trying to breathe. His head is down and he's only a few feet from the railing.

"Excuse- " I try to say in a quiet voice.

"Shit!" His body jerks backward, his hand searching behind him for the wall beside the door. "You scared the shit out of me" His eyes snap to mine when he reaches it.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"Fuckin hell" He curses under his breath and turns back around, this time with his head up, facing the sky. I found out about the secret door that leads to the rooftop of the dance building only a few months after I first started college and I've been coming here ever since whenever I needed to clear my head. It's the clear view of the whole campus, along with the height, the complete silence, and the occasional, calming breeze that makes me feel at peace and makes all of my problems disappear, even for a few moments. Tonight's the first time I see someone else here. I was kinda hoping that I was the only one that had figured out how to get up here, making it my special place but I guess I was wrong.

"Are you okay?" I dare to ask after a few seconds of silence.

"I came here for some peace and quiet, can you leave? I wanna be alone" He harshly says without even looking my way.

I'm a bit taken back by his response but I choose to ignore it, he seems like he's had a rough night. I bet I look the same.

"Yeah, same." I cross my hands. I can only see his side profile from where I'm standing. His hair is dark and slightly falling into his eyes, his lips big and full and his nose almost perfect. "Do you own this roof?"

He rolls his eyes, not amused by my attempt to joke. "I came here first"

"That's a really mature answer" I laugh and move forward to sit on the small bench that's in the middle of the roof. We're now on the same level but he continues to look straight ahead. His jaw suddenly tightens, and the hand that isn't touching the wall turns into a fist. He looks genually upset and my drunken mind is suddenly curious about the reason.

"If something's on your mind, just spit it out. There's nothing better than talking to a complete tranger about your problems. The fact that we probably won't ever see each other again makes it a lot easier." I say, trying to make him feel a bit more comfortable.

"Is your life going that great that you don't have any problems of your own or is just boring?" He starts pacing back and forth.

Excuse me, what?

"Just because I asked you a simple, human question when I saw that you're obviously upset about something, you think that I don't have my own problems?" I snap at him, getting annoyed. "Not all people are fucking rude out of nowhere."

He brings his hands behind his head, then back down to rub his face. "I'm not rude out of nowhere, I came here to be alone. I'm sorry if I don't wanna deal with some chick that probably wants to avoid her own issues and thinks that solving a stranger's will make her feel somewhat special" His voice rises with each word and his hands are everywhere, from his face to his hair the back to his side, clenching, unclenching. I'm trying really hard to control my temper. Oh, how I despise rude people. I rise to my feet, taking a step toward him.

"You're obviously going through something right now and you want to be alone but you don't have to be a dick about it . I was just trying to be polite." I spit through my clenched teeth.

" I don't want your kindness." He finally stops pacing and turns to face me. His hair is a bit wild from running his hands through it so many times, and his jaw is still tensed but what I notice more is his eyes. They're slightly red. Calm and wary as they stare at me. I study his face for a second. I definetly would remember him if I had seen him around here before, he's gorgeous.

"Have people not been kind to you?" I decide to ask. "Is that it? You're not used to it?"

His eyes shift and a small smile of satisfaction makes it's way to my lips, knowing I hit a nerve. "The world is cruel and people are crueler. There are no 'kind people' , only people that play nice because they want something for you or just wanna use you to feel better about themselves." His face is expressionless.

I narrow my eyes at him, wondering what could have possibly happened in this man's life to make him believe something like that. I smile at him, shaking my head.

"What's so funny?" He raises a brow at me.

"You have such a wrong idea about the world. Yes, people can be cruel, and use you at times but not everyone is like that. Everyone has problems, some bigger than others but at the end of the day, we're all struggling. Being kind to someone costs nothing to you but it may mean the world to someone. You don't know what someone is going through, they might be fighting to stay alive. You don't know what I'm going through, but you were so quick to judge me."

He blinks. His eyes seem just slightly softer than before. He parts his lips as if he's about to speak and then closes them again, almost as if I caught him off guard. He takes a deep breath and rests his back on the wall.

"Why are you so mad at the world?" I break the silence once again. At that, he smiles. His face completely transforms. He's even prettier when he smiles, I think to myself. I walk towards him but stumble on my feet, almost losing my balance. The world is still spinning and I mentally curse myself for drinking so much.

My actions draw his attention "Are you drunk?" He asks slightly amused.

"Well, I wouldn't say it like that" I walk back towards the railing "but I've had a couple of drinks"

He straightens his back and his face hardens in a second. "Hey stop." I stop walking. "You're drunk, don't move to close to the railing."

"I'm not drunk" I roll my eyes. "And stop changing the subject"

"Why do you care?" He groans.

"It's like 3 am, we're 2 strangers on a college rooftop, I'm tipsy and you're for some reason mad. Why not ask questions?" I shrug. "Come on, entertain me and maybe I'll entertain you with my problems." I offer with a smile.

He takes a deep breath and looks at the night sky. I spot the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips. "Why wouldn't I be mad at the world?" He says mostly to himself. "The world's unfair. A cruel place where none gets what they deserve. Life hasn't been kind to me, and people have definitely not been kind to me, why would I be kind to them?" He laughs. It's not a happy laugh.

"People always get what they deserve," My eyes focus on the sky, as I speak, mostly to myself as well. "it's not your fault that you've had shitty people in your life but being like them doesn't make you any better."

"Please spear me the 'treat people with kindness' talk". He slides down to the floor.

"You listen to harry styles?" I say surprised.

He freezes only for a split second. "That's beside the point-"

"What's the point?" I giggle. "Huh? Mysterious stranger, who hates everything?" I question, throwing my hands in the air "No actually let me tell you," I speak again before he has any chance to say anything." The point is that; there's no point" I smile. "The world is coming to an end, and we're all going to die eventually," I walk back and forth, my hands all over the place, my mind still a fuzzy mess. "So just live your life. Stop hating everything and stop giving a shit about other people. Life is unfair, deal with it." I'm now standing in front of him, looking at him like I've just figured out the most amazing theory.  His eyes are fixed on me, searching, analyzing. His lips frown, hands resting on his knees.  His mouth opens and then closes again. His eyes move to his hands and then back to my face.

His lips fall to small smile. "You're drunk. And annoying, and-"

"Right?" I tilt my head to the left, A laugh escapes him, and he shakes his head. After a few seconds, his face falls a bit, eyes focused back on the night sky.

"I don't really see the point"

"Then change it". I fall to the ground beside him.

He looks at me confused. "Change what?"

"Your life. If you don't like it, change it"

He bursts into a laugh. His whole face changes. His eyes are almost closed, little wrinkles appearing on each side from laughing. His lips tug to create a smile, that takes almost half of his face. I stare at him in awe.

"What?" I ask with a smile on my lips as well.

"You make life sound so easy. You present everything about life so simple as if you actually have a saying in everything." He turns his head to me. "News flash kid, there are a lot of things that have happened or will happen in your life that are beyond your control."

"Maybe" I shrug "You're probably right, but giving up on trying to be the happiest you can be is definitely not the answer to your problems."

"And what is?" He half smiles, challenging me.

"Don't you have any dreams? Things you want to do? Places you wanna go?"

He takes a few moments to think before answering. "I used to, yeah. I wanted a lot of things but every time I wanted something, it was taken away from me. So I stopped wanting things. If you don't want anything, you can't be disappointed for getting nothing."

"Yeah, I get it . That's hard but," I pause, and he looks at me from the side of his eyes. "You have to appreciate the little things in life and be grateful for everything." I finally say, repeating the words my mother used to say to me whenever I would think that everything was going to shit.

"You don't know shit about my life" He sifts his body to face mine. His eyes are somewhat harder than before, cold almost. "Stop talking like you do"

I wanna laugh at how defensive he's getting but I don't wanna appear heartless just because I'm drunk and everything seems a little funnier than usual. So instead I sigh, choosing a different approach. "Look, I'm not some optimistic chick who always smiles and only sees the best in every situation."

"You sure act like it" He glares at me.

I wish. I wish I was all the things I present myself to be. I wish I could take my own advice.

"Everyone is fucked up in a way. I just don't need anyone to know how fucked up I actually am. I'm more than all of my problems and mistakes. I'm also my dreams and everything that I've gone through and accomplished. All of us as are." I rest my head on my knees. My words draw his attention. He chooses to mirror my position, resting his own head on his knees. I smile, finding it cute. "Everyone has their own story, and maybe yours is sadder than others's but it's your own story and you're the writer. Scratch people out. Feel free to fuck everything up with a plot twist." I giggle. "Write something better."

His eyes haven't left my face, they bore into mine and for a moment I swear they sparkled. "What are your problems? It's you turn to entertain me."

"There are plenty." I nod my head,smiling.

"Tell me the biggest on right now."

I feel the words in my throat, the words that never actually left my mouth. The words that I've never said out loud let along to another person. I look into the stragner's eyes. "I've been in an abusive relationship for almost a year and I finally found the courage to leave him. " The weight begins to lift of my shoulders. "I've kept that part of my relationship hidden for all of my friends, among other things cause I'm too ashamed to admit that I was so stupid and weak for so long." I break into a laugh but tears begin to fill my eyes, as the realization of the whole situation now that I'm saying it out loud feel more real than ever. It makes me  feel kinda free to finally share this with someone nevertheless.

For the first time tonight his face visibly holds emotion. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth and then he takes a breath, getting ready to speak.

My phone starts ringing. interrupting whatever he was going to say. Chan's name flashes across the screen.

"Hi-"

"Where the fuck are you?" Chan's angry voice comes louder than I was expecting, making me pull my phone away from my ear.

"I'm walking back home" I lie.

"Why would you leave without telling us? And why are walking back home alone at 3 am? Are you stupid or are you stupid?" He sounds a bit out of breath. "Send me your location, we're leaving now. I'll come and get you" He says sternly.

"Okay" I choose not to anger him further and hang up.

I look back at the guy. His eyes are not on me, instead, they're glued to the sky, almost as if he's searching for something.

"I have to go," I quietly say. He doesn't say anything instead he closes his eyes and rests his head against the wall once again. "Next time you'll meet a stranger on a rooftop, don't be an ass." I joke as I lift myself off the ground.

He stays quiet.

"You know a few years back, I saw a quote somewhere, I don't remember where exactly." I giggle as I stumble towards the door. "But it was something like; Always leave people a little better than you found them." I turn to him.

He opens his eyes, keeping his face stays unreadable. I simply stare at him, and he stares back. His eyes sparkle under the dim light of the moon for the second time tonight, gazing towards me In the saddest way I've ever seen, and my heart tightens. Something in his eyes pulls me to him, forces my legs to move forward, and before my mind can catch up, I'm standing right in front of him. He's up to his feet by the time I reach him, lifting his hand to tug a stray piece of hair behind me ear. His touch is so light, that I don't even feel it when his thumb brushes my cheek before lowering his head back down. He exhales a short breath and I'm so close that I inhale it right back. I silently ask for his permission and instead of answering, he wets his lips and tilts his head downwards. A tiny smile makes its way to my lips as I reach forwards and wrap my arms around his neck. He smells like vanilla and cigarettes and I bring my face closer to the curve of his neck. I feel him freeze, probably not expecting me to hug him instead but I stay still, tightening my grip around him. I slowly feel his hands leaving his sides and a few seconds later they wrap around my waist pulling me closer to his chest. He releases a breath I didn't know he was holding and my smile grows. We stay like this for almost a minute, silently holding each other. Just two strangers comforting one another without knowing anything about each other's pain or problems. Moments like these are golden for a person like me.

I pull away, unwrapping my arms from his body and taking a step back.

" I hope you feel a little better. See you around, stranger" This Is the last thing I say to him before walking out the door.

[samobservessonic]

We open this issue on a bunch of badniks tormenting a young boy called Tufftee, because like in the early Archie comics, the badniks could talk when the plot requires them to. Once they introduce a larger villain roster, there’ll be less call for them to talk Regardless, Tufftee is interesting because he’s the younger brother of a much better-known Sonic character…

…Sally Acorn!

Now, I’m a big fan of Sally in general, so I’ve been looking forward to getting to this story, which I didn’t realise would turn up so quickly. She only actually appears at the beginning and end of the story, but she’s here! It’s Sally! I also find it a funny coincidence that over five years later, Sally would also be given a brother in the Archie Comics, albeit an older brother called Elias. Now, I do genuinely think that these two characters were made wholly independently of each other and their creators probably didn’t even knew the other character exists (especially since I believe this is Tufftee’s only appearance), but it’s just kind of wild that out of all the characters to randomly give a brother to, both comics chose Sally

Anyway, after Tails rudely awakens Sonic (who is less than happy about that), Sally reveals that her brother wanted to play hero like Sonic and borrowed a pair of his old power boots, which Sonic thinks could still contain a bit of his power. Sonic races off before Tails has a chance to ask what to do and then we get the usual page of Sonic racing through zones, doing action hero stuff. I don't really talk about these parts as much, but I like that they include them as a “this is Sonic doing stuff like he does in the games” thing Speaking of stuff from the games, it’s only a cameo here, but we get our first appearance of the Special Zone:

Now, in StC, the Special Zone has a narrative importance that it doesn’t have in most other Sonic spin-offs. It’s treated as a place within itself and it’s also home to the Chaotix of all people, but we’ll get to that later. For now, Sonic has Tufftee to save

Which he achieves easily enough. We get a few pages of Tufftee being tormented by the badniks, before Sonic comes along to defeat them and rescue him. I love that one of the critters in that panel above straight up looks like someone's pet cat

Tufftee manages to save Sonic at the last minute, which reassures him in his own mind that he’s a hero, even if Sonic isn’t very enthusiastic about it. Also, I didn’t post this panel, but there was a part earlier on where we see that Tufftee couldn’t control the speed that the shoes magically granted him, as a little “there’s more to being Sonic than just going really fast”

We end this issue with the siblings being reunited and Sonic bluntly taking his shoes back from Tufftee, with the warning that they only work for him. Like I said before, I don’t believe we see Tufftee again after this? I can understand why, since StC already has Tails as the younger character working hard to prove himself to his hero, so we don’t need another character basically filling that same role in the comic. Even so, I like it when Tufftee appears with Sally in StC fanwork. Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone make an AU where Sally has both her brothers, Tufftee and Elias, but idk I think it might be interesting? Sally has a lot of middle sibling traits already Also, to wrap us up, I just wanted to talk about the art here, which is a vastly different style to the first two issues. For this issue, we had Casanovas on art duty and, while I haven’t been posting about the non-Sonic stories, this more-detailed style is actually closer to the high-fantasy styles used in the other comics featured in StC at the time. It’s definitely a ‘your mileage may vary’ sort of thing, but I like it purely for the nostalgia of this era of StC. We’ll be seeing a lot more of the fantasy-setting angle in regards to Tails’s backstory at some point as well

[the-broken-truth]

Howdy! It's been along time and I have a request please! May I ask for Mother Miranda/and or Rosemary with a fem/reader who has perfect control over the Ouroboros virus. Sort of like Wesker in RE5. Not like his super speed and stuff since that came from not the Ouro Virus. The reader had been hunted by the B.S.A.A for so long that they can't take it anymore came to the village to die. Platonic Yan, Yan, or whatever you wish. I just like the idea of a reader that doesn't look threatening but is.

Thank you as always and have a nice day regardless. Love!

SORRY, I'M LATE! I'VE BEEN BUSY!

[In The Wilds Of The Romanian Village]

"Flank to the left! Target Alpha is getting away! Box her in!" The voice of a man called from behind me as I darted through the shallow snow - my shoes and the bottom of my pants legs gettings wet and weighing me down as I panted with my tears freezing to my face. I have been running for my life for the past few years ever since some dude named Albert Wesker made a virus called the Ouroboros Virus that broke out in Greece, where I happened to be vacationing at the time - people became monsters - Zombies, the living dead - and was attacked and bitten by one but I wasn't infected…well, I was to an extent but I had some kind of control over the virus in my system, and that made me a target for a lot of dangerous people - mainly an organization called the B.S.A.A also known as the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance run by a man that went by the name of Chris Redfield.

The same man that tore me away from everything that I knew and loved.

The same man who was chasing me right now in this forest in Romania.

My [Eye Color] Eyes were as wide as dinner plates, my mouth was completely ajar as my hot air became frozen once it hit the cold air. I turned around the corner of a rock wall only to come face to face with a rock wall!

"Damn!" I barked as I turned to come face to face with 10 armed men with their guns pointed at me. Instantly, my hands went up and panic filled my eyes as my tears flowed down my face. When a familiar voice hit my ears.

"Wait! Wait! [Name]? Is that you?" The voice called out as the person walked from the crowd and my eyes widened even more as I locked eyes with the female. Long blonde hair, wearing a black shirt with an oversized green-gray jacket and a black hat. She looked at me with blue eyes as the snow touched her pale skin - I knew this girl, I knew that face, I know that name.

"Rose? What are you doing here? Why are you with them?" I asked her as Rose walked over to me with concern on her face as I lowered my raised arms.

"I was raised by the B.S.A.A after my father died but what are you doing here? Why are they chasing you? Are you alright?" Rosemary asked me as she looked over to Chris who ordered her to return to his side but Rose just shook her head and turned to face me again.

"I was…something happened to me when I was in Greece and I have some kind of virus in my veins and they are after me after taking my family away from me," I said as I glared at Chris Redfield - who pointed his gun at me but Rose stopped between the gun and myself, this caused my soul to freeze. "Rose, what are you doing?!"

"Chris, you lied to her, why are you trying to get her when she isn't infected with the virus?"Rose asked the large man.

"She has the virus in her veins - she's able to control it, Rose, but what if she can't control it? There could be another outbreak and we won't let that happen; now, either capture her or get out of the way, Rosemary." Chris said as he advanced on me and Rose - I didn't want her to get hurt.

"Stop! I'll surrender if you promise not the harm Rose!" She was the only friend I had left in this world. That's what I wanted to say before I felt a pain in the back of my neck.

A Dart.

I reached up and yanked it out and looked at it before my world began spinning and my vision became blurry. I heard ringing in my ears, and Rose calling out for me before I fell face-first into the snow and closed my eyes - then, I knew no more.

[good-beanswrites]

So, uh, may I request a director's commentary on your attack against me?

Why do you do this to meeee (and masterminding everyone else!!) Lol, well thank you for the ask regardless -- drabble is under the cut with my little commentary in pink!

“Amane, you must – please – !” Shidou’s voice changed from pleading to an icy calmness. “Kazui, hold her still.” 

So uhh I made myself sad realizing that no one would speak respectfully to Amane in this state -- Shidou would either use a placating kid-voice or a completely detached doctor voice. Kazui and Mahiru would also be tempted to use a protective kiddy voice, or they just talk amongst themselves and not directly to her...

Amane struggled from his grasp, but there was no hope of success. Even if her little form stood a chance against Kazui’s strength, even if her uniform wasn’t locking her arms in place, she knew she would not manage to draw up any power with all this pain rocking through her body. Her chest stung so that she could hardly breathe. The throbbing from her right eye made her dizzy.

I'm pretty sure the pain would be so overwhelming that it would stop her on its own, but I wanted to point out that she has so many obstacles in her way -- it really does feel like everything in the universe is against her. I wanted to do a lot more with her relationship with her god in this piece (feeling like he isn't there because everything is against her) but it kept sounding detached from the action. I ended up focusing on her tangible relationships rather than spiritual ones

Through her spinning vision, she could see Fuuta nearby. She was struck with the selfish thought that she wished she couldn't. He looked awful. Shidou had rolled him over so he wasn’t lying facedown in blood, but it still clumped in his hair and over his eyes. His arm was stuck at an odd angle. 

RIP FUUTA SORRY I INCLUDED HIM DIEDED 😭 Though I did include it to drive home the fact that at this point, even though we the audience knows he makes it, Amane is convinced this is the end for him.

“No,” she gasped. “Stop…” 

It was unclear who she was commanding. Shidou? Fuuta? God? Maybe all at once. 

She doesn't blame Fuuta per se, but this and a later line hint that she sees him in control of his fate. She was taught that life or death has nothing to do with medicine -- it's willpower and spirit -- so she's urging him to live as if it's something he can control for her sake. Similarly, she's feeling like she can control her own safety, as long as she makes god happy in these moments (which she currently thinks she's failing at by "letting" Shidou do his work)

The room wobbled as a wave of pain washed over her. Shidou’s hands were around her face. Though seeking her eye, he may as well have been covering her mouth with how suffocating it felt. Amane shook her head violently back and forth in an attempt to stop him.

I love Shidou but he definitely needed to be painted very villainous in this. Amane isn't one of his typical patients, and what would be really comforting to anyone else (speaking with calm precision, having strong and unshakable movements, reassuring hands offering care) is really traumatizing to someone who sees it as condemnation to hell :(

There was the ceiling – then Shidou’s face, far too close – a blood-spattered wall – Fuuta’s ginger hair caked in blood – the ceiling – intense gray eyes – the wall – a broken arm – ceiling – scowling lips – wall – ginger fur caked in blood – ceiling – a screaming mouth – blood-spattered floor – a paw bent the wrong way – ceiling – green eyes filled with fire – 

Crazy about the cat parallels!!! She is reliving her dooming moment over and over again! She cannot escape her "mistake"!! She will forever be haunted by that day, and it's repeating itself a little too perfectly for her liking!! Oh hey do we know what color Ms Momose's eyes are? I figured green was a safe bet

A hand clamped down on her head to keep her still. Her vision swam. She released a cry of anguish. The others probably thought it was from the pain, but she knew how to bite her tongue through pain. No, this was utter frustration.

Obligatory reminder that she's used to physical abuse because I hate myself apparently. I also wanted to highlight that there's a big gap of understanding between her thoughts and everyone else's

Then came a glimmer of hope. An angel.

Mahiru stood over her. Amane only had so many people left in this world who treated her kindly, didn't lead her towards sinfulness... and weren’t beaten to death. With the recent turn of events, Mahiru may be the only one left. 

Between the cat, her mother, and Fuuta, this girl has witness a lot of bloody beatings :( It's impressive she still likes cute things and has fun, colorful dreamscapes seeing how dark things have been to this point in her life

There was some arguing as Mahiru was told to leave, but she convinced the others to let her stay by Amane’s side. She smiled, though tears streaked down both her cheeks.

“It’s alright. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”

That was it. Mahiru had been sent to save her. Everything would be alright.

Shidou’s tone was as cold as the disinfectant he was applying. “Tell her to hold still.”

Mahiru gave her a gentle nod. “Please, you have to listen to him.”

And just like that, the breath was knocked from her lungs. As quickly as her savior had come, she disappeared. Mahiru had turned against her, for the sake of that damned doctor.

Now Amane had nobody left in the world.

I'm still not sure if this part hit the way I wanted to, but at least writing it, I was struck with that gut-wrenching shock of betrayal. Mahiru, who always let other people stick to their beliefs and codes, is turning against her in her darkest moment.

She lashed out one last time before her injuries overtook her completely. Her adrenaline was receding.

“This is for your own good.”

It wasn’t. 

She’d experienced things for her own good. When her mother punished her, she’d repeat the reason for it over and over. When her father brought down his wrath, Amane knew exactly why he was doing so. Her teachers would ask her, when they’d finished giving out their discipline, if she’d learned her lesson. It made sense. It was fair.

Trying to build up a painful dissonance between making the reader think "yeah, this isn't for her own good!! Please, stop doing this to her!! She's right!!" and being plagued with "oh god that wasn't for her own good either... oh... she's not right about that..."

There was no lesson here. 

I was tempted to go into detail that technically Kotoko tried to offer a lesson, and drag the reader through all the awful things Kotoko told her while beating her up, but Amane wouldn't see that as a lesson, either, thinking she and Es are mislead. Including all that for no reason would have just ruined the flow of these paragraphs, but I was sad thinking of what she must have been yelling at Amane, much like her abusers...

One must work towards holiness. Amane had been working her whole life. She’d fought to learn from each punishment. She tried so hard to be good. But now, there was nothing to learn, nothing to strive for. There was nothing at all. Yuzuriha Kotoko was killing her, Kajiyama Fuuta was leaving her, Kirisaki Shidou was dooming her, Shiina Mahiru was betraying her, and there was absolutely nothing she could do. 

Hopelessness was a trial all on its own.

This last line read "Unfairness" until literally two minutes before I posted asdfsd. I was worried it was too melodramatic to say hopelessness, but unfairness kept bugging me since it was SUCH an understatement 😭I figured it was better to lean into the drama than not do her pain justice. I was already drilling it in with that last paragraph summary, so I wanted to keep saying things exactly as they were.

[mrbigbrother]

Resident Evil 4 was just remade, and I couldn't care less.

Remakes are getting out of control. We are now remaking games that simply do not need to be remade. It makes no sense to me anymore to do so. It isn't about creativity or even fan service at this point. Remakes have become a niche in the nostalgia hungry market, and the entertainment industry is going to beat this dead horse until it stops spitting out money, and then probably a few more times for good measure.

It's infesting everything from Movies Tv Shows, pretty much everything you ever liked as a kid will be brought back in some form to recapture that part of our happy go lucky money spending lives. And they almost always suck. I am exhausted from these poor efforts from talentless people piggy backing off the works of REAL efforts by the most talented people we ever had.

With all that said, I don't think that all remakes are bad and suck in terms of quality. Gaming especially has had an influx of remakes and remasters that started off as pleasant little surprises before turning into a full blown genre of its own.

So, about Resident Evil 4 (2023)…

Regardless if it's a good game or not, I am just not interested in playing it. I've already seen this chapter of Leon's story and I've been ready for the next one for the last 15 GODDAMN YEARS CAPCOM!

I want to see the next chapter of Leon's story that never truly came. It boggles my mind that Capcom didn't make more games with Leon seeing how huge the real Resident Evil 4 was back then. (RE5) was okay, but it was a disappointment for the fans of the Survival Horror roots of the series. It was a fun game to play with a friend, but a lackluster follow up to what every fan considers the best in the series. (RE6) was a failure in nearly every sense of the word with too many storylines being told at once, too many cringey cutscenes and over the top action that looks silly by this point, and it was just a fucking mess that was so far removed from its survival horror roots, that it was unrecognizable as a Resident Evil game at all.

And we won't even go into the spin off titles that ranged from okay games like Revelations, to the series hitting rock bottom with Operation Racoon City and Umbrella Corp which was of such poor quality, that me and fans like simply said "this is unacceptable."

The series caught a second breath with (RE7) which was a fresh new take on the series that effectively returned it to Survival Horror, and evolved it. (RE7) is a good game that captures everything people love about the series.

And then we finally get a Resident Evil 2 Remake which was a highly requested game among the fanbase. It was a good game too that showed promising things for the franchise, sort of how the remake of the original Resident Evil did with its remake that laid the foundation for what was to be Resident Evil 4 in 2005.

It made me wonder what Capcom had in store. Was this only the beginning of the next masterpiece of the franchise?

None of that would come to be.

Like always, if capcom scores a home run with one game, they will proceed to bat every subsequent pitch the same way every time until striking out, each swing perpetually worse and worse until finally they are just missing every ball. That's what happened from (RE4) through (RE6) And now history seems to be quite literally repeating itself with (RE2remake) through (RE4remake) which means that Capcom have learned nothing, and neither have we…

I will say this…

These games are genuinely high quality products, as always with the main series. But that doesn't mean that they aren't still swings and misses.

Back then, it took one really good hit title to embolden Capcom enough to take the series in a greedy and bad direction that finally led it to Capcom's downfall. (RE2remake was a good game that was followed the very next year with (RE3remake) an okay but very rushed cash grab that failed to fully deliver as a remake and a good game in its own right. (RE8) was a good game if not derivative of (RE7) but at least making enough improvements and serving as a very well done and worthwhile sequel to (RE7).

And now we are here today staring down the pike what is no doubt what is Capcom's gravy train getting ready to pull out on March 24th. (RE4remake) seems to be an attempt to get the best of both worlds. A game that captures both the benefits of being a nostalgia bait remake and an exciting new game that really isn't all that new or exciting…and I have had enough.

I don't care anymore. Feel free to play and enjoy the game if it pleases you. Don't let me spoil it for you.

As for me, I will no doubt be asked by friends and family why I am not participating in the fun, and the reason I will give is the following quote, because I've seen this all happen before and I am not interested in seeing it again:

"Fool me once? shame on you. Fool me twice?? shame on me."

[xslytherclawx-writes]

BATTLESHIP ROUND UP

or "jesus fucking christ chaya how the everloving fuck did you write 78k in three weeks" (i don't know the answer to that. insanity, perhaps.)

fics are grouped by fandom (alphabetical), then by length. there are 29 of them. whoops.

fandoms: Bridgerton Series (Quinn), Cabots Series (Cat Sebastian), Chronicles of Narnia (Lewis), Harry Potter, Mad Men, Miraculous Ladybug (TV), Original Work, Spinning Silver, Star Wars: The Clone Wars, The End of the Fucking World (TV), Yuri!!! on ICE

Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn

if i could paint paradise, it'd be you • Hyacinth/Gareth • Modern AU (part of my & kitsunerei88's existing modern American AU) • 1037 words • Rated E • Gregory just had to have a destination wedding. Gareth really isn't disappointed with how things turn out.

tell me darling, do you think we have a future? • Hyacinth/Gareth • Modern AU • 2103 words • Rated M • Hyacinth Bridgerton was not going to be another one of Gareth St. Clair's conquests.

Cabots Series - Cat Sebastian

peering through a window • Peter/Caleb • Time Travel AU • 1405 words • Rated T • Peter wakes up, not next to Caleb, but back in his bed in Cambridge.

Chronicles of Narnia - C.S. Lewis

blind dates and bourbon • Edmund/Aravis's Brother • Modern AU • Part of the Ren Faire AU • 1415 words • Rated T • Edmund isn't desperate.

a royal pleasure • Edmund/Caspian • Sequel to "a royal duty" • 1443 words • Rated T • Caspian is adjusting, but Narnia is still strange.

parallel worlds • Edmund/OMC • 2107 words • Rated M • Edmund wanted to tell him, really.

Domestic Policy • Edmund/Caspian • Modern AU • Part of the Model UN AU • 2833 words • Rated T • Edmund and Caspian have been together for five years – half a decade! – and sometimes Edmund still can't believe it.

Harry Potter - J.K. Rowling

drops in the bucket • Percy-centric • 845 words • Rated T • It starts off simple.

Love Matches • Neville/Luna • Victorian/Muggle AU • 1053 words • Rated T • Unlike most gentlemen of his station, Neville Longbottom is the product of a love match.

day after day (we still go on) • Neville/Luna; golden & silver trio • 1349 words • Rated T • After the war, they all live together. It's easier.

a helping hand • Sirius & Regulus • 1565 words • Rated G • Regulus is mostly anxious about starting Hogwarts, more than anything. Sirius helps him out.

you're the reason i can't sleep • Draco/Harry • 2733 words • Rated E • Draco didn't know why he ever thought this would be a good idea.

luck is just the half of it • Scorpius/Albus • 2962 • Rated E • Scorpius spends the entire first month worried that they’ll spoil their friendship. He’s worried about it until Albus pulls him aside to kiss him and tell him (affectionately) that he’s being an idiot. That they’re going to be together forever – as friends or boyfriends or whatever else. That what matters is they’re each other’s most important person.

conflicted looks good on me • Regulus/Barty; Regulus & Evan & Barty & Severus • 5457 words • Rated T • Regulus exchanged a look with Snape. Evan and Barty could be ridiculous, but Regulus was really quite fond of them regardless. Evan was right: Regulus would miss him once he graduated. He made a note to enjoy this year as much as possible. He had to savour it.

pull you from the tide • Regulus-centric • Regulus Lives AU • 10,000 words • Rated T • Regulus wakes on a beach.

Mad Men

damage control • Pete-centric • 1611 words • Rated T • Pete Campbell is a bona fide heterosexual.

Miraculous Ladybug

tying you to me • Lovesquare • 3743 words • Rated T • All the clues they didn't see. (or: for two smart people, Adrien and Marinette are both really stupid sometimes.)

Original Work

just double dare me (and i promise now that i'll stay) • OMC / OMC (scene4scene) • 3665 words • Rated E • They were best friends; they had been ever since Austin had moved there the year before. His hair had been purple back then; Skyler hadn’t been able to look away. And maybe Skyler thought he’d get over all of this eventually. Maybe he was failing fucking spectacularly.

Spinning Silver - Naomi Novik

the witch's get • Mirnatius/Irina • 1200 words • Rated E • Mirnatius knows what he must do on his one night as a free man.

a torturous inheritance • Mirnatius/Irina • 1224 words • Rated T • Mirnatius deserves love not at all.

keep me around to see what i'd endure • Mirnatius/Irina • 1321 words • Rated M • He falls a bit more in love with her each day.

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

the tournament • Ahsoka & Anakin & Obi-Wan & Padmé • 1238 words • Rated T • Ahsoka found the ad. She was going to crush Lux Bonteri.

The End of the Fucking World (TV)

P.S. Good luck with everything • James/Alyssa • 1951 words • Rated T • Dear Alyssa, I don’t want to see you again, ever. Because of you, I killed someone. I can’t ever take that back and it’s made me hate you. So whatever you feel about me, you should know I don’t feel it in return. Please leave me alone. Sincerely, James. P.S. Good luck with everything.

so much time to figure out the rest of my life • James/Alyssa • 2010 words • Rated T • Alyssa gets help. [podfic (not by me) available here]

tonight feels impossible • James/Alyssa • 2307 words • Rated E • James and Alyssa have sex on the beach. It's not really romantic.

matching ten dollar tattoos • James/Alyssa • 3606 words • Rated M • There's never been anyone else for James. It's always been Alyssa.

if i went and hurt my body, baby, would you love me the same? • James/Alyssa • Soulbond AU • 3884 words • Rated E • James still can't walk, but Alyssa stays. He's pretty sure the soulbond has something to do with it.

just what it's like to be loved • James/Alyssa • 9025 words • Rated E • James doesn't write the letter to Alyssa.

Yuri!!! on ICE

in which yuri plisetsky breaks his ankle and yet does not learn to chill • Otabek/Yuri • 2804 words • Rated E • Yuri can actually hear the fucking crack.

[notasimpleslater]

I've been going back and rereading all of the articles that have come out since this whole mess began (at least the verified ones- TMZ, ET, the like) and while we're all on the same page that 99% of these sources are actually personal representatives from Ari/Ethan's teams to try and spin the whole story in their favour, I simply cannot believe how bad of a job they're doing of it, especially since Scooter Braun, the apparent ringleader of all of this, is so famous for controlling media -

-narratives for his clients. It truly seems to me that the PR teams would look at how people reacted to what was put out that day and then essentially try and say the opposite when the reaction wasn't good trying to win back public favour, and it wasn't even well hidden or disguised; I feel like literally everyone in the world can see what's going on and that everything that has come out from these 'sources' is nothing but damage control and trying to get a handle on the public's reaction. - -Ethan and Ari are dating, but the public reaction is bad? Ok, we'll say that they're on opposite sides of the country and can't see each other. People are calling that BS? Okay, they're still super in love and want to be together and would 'be seen together tomorrow' if they could be. The public think's that's gross and crass? Okay, they're 'taking amicable time apart'. People are ridiculing them for blowing up their families only to break up a few weeks after it goes public? Okay, their- -relationship is 'still progressing'. What's that? People are poking holes in that story? Okay, they actually haven't seen each other in weeks. What I'm saying is that it seems that they're waiting to see what the general consensus is and then crafting their story around that, which is unintentionally muddying the timeline even more and making them look worse. I don't appreciate how they keep treating us like we're stupid- at this point literally everybody knows that Ari's team- -if not also Ethan's is behind every 'source' coming out, though I will say it's interesting how every 'source' is going above and beyond to paint Ariana in this wonderful, gracious light and talk her up while sort of shitting on Ethan, but anyways. The mature, responsible thing to do (since they're claiming thats' what they're TRYING to do) would be for Ethan and/or Ari to come out and make a statement. But instead their PR teams think they can just trick us into believing what they want us to- -regardless of how unrealistic or unbelievable or outright easily disproven their version of events are. And at the end of the day, I'd expect this from the Grande camp but for all of Ethan's social justice and uprightism that he's displayed on social media I would hope that he wouldn't be content to just sit back and watch this all play out. I understand he may be limited on what he can/can't say and that he's got bigger priorities, but one word from him would reassure me that he hasn't just- -completely given into the Hollywood of it all and that he isn't just fine with everything that's been going on, so long as he gets what he wants.

Thank you for this ask, anon!

You're so right about how everyone can see right through these "sources" that are so clearly damage control. But I think it might be all Ari's team because 1. these articles keep making Ethan look worse, and 2. I don't think Ethan's team has as much power over the media as Ari's does. I think if anything Ethan's team is just advising him to keep quiet until further notice, and unlike certain people (*cough cough* Colleen *cough cough*) he's actually listening to that advice and not making the situation worse. And like I said in another post, he's gonna be in a big Broadway revival this fall, so he can't keep hiding forever. (I don't think Hollywood is gonna change his sense of social justice. This whole year he was reposting activism posts to his stories, and in the days leading up to the news breaking he was reposting stuff about WGA and SAG-AFTRA)

And yeah, I've said it from the very beginning that this whole situation has been handled so poorly. There's been so many differing timelines presented, and there's some things that I'm pretty the tabloids are just straight out making up. I'm honestly at the point where a part of me wants to just move on from this and enjoy watching Ethan in his "Spamalot" era, and the other part really wants more answers.