#the stars on his back actually do connect into a heart btw (<< screaming and crying)

[cloudysfluffs]

prismo stop moving, hes trying to make up some constellations!!

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inspired by @tickletails post abt the stars on prismos back and one of the convos we recently bc we are the normalest ever about these two

[jjacob]

all i want for christmas is you

❝ the school had started to take notice of you. lee juyeon, however, had always noticed. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee juyeon x fem!reader (ft. best friend!lee minho)

GENRES ▸ fluff, high school au, sports au, best friends to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ mild profanity but !! lots of !! fluff !! 

SUMMARY ▸ the bet was simple: find a date to the winter ball. the only problem was that juyeon didn’t want just any girl. he wanted you.

PLAYLIST ▸ all i want for christmas is you by mariah carey

WORD COUNT ▸ 5055 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ merry christmas! this is a gift for addy @honeyju​ the biggest juyeon simp ik !! ily addy i am excited/scared/not emotionally ready to read the minho one which ! btw y’all should read here bc our stories are loosely connected! also disclaimer: i know jack shit ab football but i tried

LEE JUYEON TENDED TO REGRET HALF THE THINGS HE SAID SOMETIMES. 

In eighth grade, Juyeon’s sense of humor was largely self-deprecating and consisted of saying he wanted to die at the slightest inconvenience. But, with his spectacular timing, he let the joke slip in front of a teacher once and froze up upon seeing her concerned expression. Juyeon later received a note from the counselor’s office and had to convince them that he was perfectly fine.

In tenth grade, Juyeon had grown past his phase of dark humor and moved onto high school football. He made the cut for the team the previous year, and managed to make it on the varsity team by the time he was a sophomore. In the beginning of the season, they asked who wanted to be captain the next year, and Juyeon boldly declared that he did. Thus, he was ridiculed and sentenced to pick up balls and clean up the gym after every practice from then on.

Now, as a high school junior in the varsity football team, Juyeon had screwed himself over by making a stupid bet with his best friend, Lee Minho.

Lee Minho was, in short, a conniving bastard. Juyeon never should have trusted him and gone along with his antics. The mere thought of what he had gotten himself into was enough to send his heart into overdrive.

The bet sounded simple enough: find a date to the Winter Ball.

Of course, it was easier said than done, but Juyeon was a star athlete and had girls sliding in his DMs left and right. He could easily find a date if he wanted to, and, honestly, Juyeon only needed to send a few texts and he would probably be secured for the dance. The problem was, however, that Juyeon only wanted you.

Minho was well aware of Juyeon’s pitiful, unrequited love towards you. It was probably the reason he suggested the bet; his best friend either wanted to see him miserable or see him score a chance with you. Either way, Juyeon wasn’t sure his heart was ready to shoot his shot.

Juyeon had crushed on you ever since you sat next to him in the seventh grade and let him borrow your pencil. It was such a silly start to his admiration for you, but his feelings grew stronger when the both of you actually became friends. You were so bright when you laughed, so sweet when you spoke, and so adorable when you smiled. Juyeon had never felt this way about anyone else and always got butterflies when he saw you. Juyeon was never one to chase after girls but he would find himself constantly thinking about what you were up to and having several internal dilemmas over whether he should ask you to hang out or not.

Five years later and Juyeon still harbored feelings for you. Now, they had matured into something deeper, but you still racked his brain nevertheless. It didn’t help that you had a major glow-up in high school and were probably the most beautiful person Juyeon had ever seen.

The school started to take notice of you.

Juyeon, on the other hand, had always noticed.

“Are you sure we can finish a medium before practice?” Minho asked Juyeon, setting a box of pizza on the table in front of him. “Also, I saw Y/N by the gym earlier.”

Juyeon perked up. “Y/N?”

“Yeah,” Minho replied, grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza for himself. “You know what day it is, right?”

Minho took a bite out of his pizza, observing Juyeon with a raised brow. His best friend was on the baseball team but treating themselves to pizza had become a monthly ritual. Despite being on different teams, he was closer to Minho than his football teammates.

“Thursday?”

“And that means?”

Right.

Juyeon had formulated an elaborate plan to ask you out during the football game today, but, of course, it all depended on whether their team won or not. It would have been kind of ridiculous to propose after a loss. On the bright side, he knew he could count on the fact that you’d actually be present considering you were a cheerleader.

But what if you already had a date? You surely hadn’t mentioned it to him or posted about it on social media, so he was riding on an assumption that you haven’t been asked. That was bizarre to Juyeon, though, because you were the prettiest person he had ever seen. However, it was true that you were gradually getting popular, and that made Juyeon a touch nervous.

“I ask her out tomorrow,” Juyeon breathed out. “Am I ready for this?”

Minho scoffed lightly. “Are you ever?”

Juyeon frowned at his best friend, scrunching up his nose at his distasteful comment. “What about you? Have you gotten a date?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Juyeon sighed. That was probably all he would get out of Lee Minho today. Once Minho set his mind on something, he carried it out diligently until the end. Juyeon honestly had no idea who he wanted to bring since Minho didn’t like talking about girls he was interested in, but he supposed it wasn’t that big of a deal as long as his best friend was happy.

It wasn’t like Juyeon was never going to hear about his friend’s endeavors. After all, he did pick up on Minho’s slow descent from an apathetic individual to a whipped ball of fluff. If Juyeon mentioned that to his best friend, however, he would probably be ridiculed for consistently being whipped for you since the seventh grade.

Juyeon nearly jumped out of his seat at the sound of his ringer going off. He scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket, ignoring Minho’s teasing smirk at the sight of his frazzled self.

y/n: hey :) i’m gonna drop off some gingerbread cookies my mom made after practice so lmk when i can come over

Juyeon must have saved a country in a past life for this kind of luck.

juyeon: i love your mom’s cookies. you can come over whenever you’d like

y/n: how about we walk home together after practice?

juyeon: sounds good to me

Now, the pizza was starting to make his mouth water, but if you were walking home with him, Juyeon was ready to drop it and run to see you even though he loved pizza. But Juyeon loved you more than he loved pizza, and he believed that was true love.

“She made me cookies,” Juyeon announced.

“She made you cookies,” Minho repeated, leaning forward in surprise.

“Well, her mom did, but yeah.”

Minho turned his attention back to his pizza. “So this is about your mommy kink again.”

“I don’t have a fucking mommy—why would you say that?” Juyeon cried out, kicking his friend’s shin under the table.

“You don’t? Last time I checked, she was making dinner in the kitchen when I came over yesterday.”

“I’m talking about the kink!”

Yet, even a silly back-and-forth with Minho couldn’t get Juyeon down from his high over you. He was still processing the fact that you were going to walk home with him and, if Juyeon played his cards right, maybe he could get a feel of how comfortable you would be if he asked you out during the game tomorrow.

Minho snickered. “You look happy.”

Juyeon couldn’t even mask his lovesick smile and flushed cheeks. He folded his arms on the table in front of him and buried his face in them, his head spinning at the thought of you.

“Shut up, Minho.”

The only problem with you being on the cheerleading team was that you were extremely distracting.

Juyeon was the star quarterback and frankly, it was kind of pathetic that the one thing that kicked him in the ass was seeing you in the knee socks and pom-poms. It didn’t help that you were a flyer so Juyeon’s stomach pitted with anxiety whenever he saw you being thrown up and whenever he heard a scream coming from the direction of the cheerleaders.

Today was different, though. Juyeon could care less about the screams and falls from the corner of the field. All he could think about was you and how he was going to ask you out. If his plan was going to work, it was going to draw a lot of attention and be quite embarrassing if it failed.

All of his confidence got knocked down with a single sweep when he saw someone asked you to the dance.

One of the cheerleaders broke into a fit of giggles at the sight, clasping a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god!”

You were frozen stiff, an awkward smile on your face as the guy walked onto the field with a sign and about a dozen roses. Juyeon could feel his heart sinking to the ground with each step the guy took, with each second his smile grew brighter.

“Is he seriously confessing during practice?” Sohn Youngjae asked, brows furrowed as he rested his arm on Juyeon’s shoulder. “That’s real brave.”

“What’s his deal doing it here? He isn’t even on the team,” Juyeon said, coming off more bitter than he had expected.

Younghoon scoffed. “It’s a bold move. He must be confident that Y/N’s going to say yes.”

Juyeon squared his shoulders. He was conflicted with the swell of anger and deflation of you possibly being taken, but nevertheless, all he could do was watch helplessly as you were being asked out. From where they were on the field, Juyeon couldn’t hear much, but he could see your reactions quite well. The wolf-whistles and cheers were pissing him off, but he was fixed on you.

He turned to look towards Minho, who was practicing on the field adjacent to theirs. His best friend met his gaze immediately like they had some form of exclusive telepathic communication. Minho nodded towards you and raised a brow, as if nudging Juyeon to go interrupt them. That, however, was something he was far too cowardly to bring himself to do.

Your voice resounded clearer than Juyeon had expected.

“I’m really sorry,” you apologized sincerely, ducking your head and keeping your hands entwined behind you. “I’m not interested, but I do appreciate the gesture.”

Juyeon felt a weight lift off of his chest. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve felt relieved that you shot him down or nervous that you rejected an attractive, confident guy who clearly liked you. However, he soon had no time to mull over that when the guy’s reaction was getting more aggressive than crestfallen.

“Y/N, I asked you out in front of all these people,” he said with a distasteful laugh. “Are you seriously rejecting me right now?”

“Sorry, I just don’t want to go with you,” you replied firmly, voice dropping as you became more conscious of your surroundings. “I’m sorry it had to be public but you didn’t really give me a choice.”

For a split second, Juyeon wondered how he could still hear you when you were practically muttering at this point, and then he realized that he started walking to you without even realizing. His feet carried him unknowingly, hand balled at his side and eyes stony and trained on the guy.

“You could’ve just accepted it and told me later that you didn’t want to go with me,” he said with a scoff. “It’s like you enjoy humiliating others publicly.”

Your teammates rushed forward to argue and fend him off while you opened your mouth to protest, but Juyeon was faster, moving in front of you so he was head-to-head with the guy.

“She said she’s not interested,” he said with a threatening undertone, wondering where he managed to muster up the courage to be this assertive.

You were visibly shocked by Juyeon’s actions, and he couldn’t even blame you because he was equally just as surprised as you were. Yet, all he could do was glare daggers down at the other guy with steely eyes and frown until he backed off.

“Thanks,” you said softly once the guy had left.

Juyeon was flustered by all the girls giggling behind you but was amazed by how cool and collected you remained despite that. He turned to you, eyes softening and shoulders relaxing. He knew he was getting an earful about this from his teammates after practice and most definitely from Minho as well.

“No problem,” Juyeon replied, cheeks red. “He was bothering you. I couldn’t just ignore it.”

“That was really sweet of you, Juyeon.” You bit back a smile and suggested, “Meet you at the front gates after practice?”

“See you then.”

Even though Juyeon could’ve spent the rest of practice talking to you, he sprinted back as fast as he could because his cheeks were only getting redder as the cheerleaders gushed about what he did for you. He could hear their gossip and whispering even as he was running back to his team. Juyeon was positive he wouldn’t escape the embarrassment, though, because Lee Jaehyun was smirking at him when he got back.

“You’re blushing, dude.”

Juyeon shoved him.

There was a universal law that was newly decreed. It read: Lee Minho shall never text, call, or speak to Lee Juyeon whenever Y/N was around.

The reason for that being the fact that Juyeon was easily embarrassed and Minho’s texts were not helping his case. He felt it was rude enough to check his phone while he was walking with you, but every time he saw a notification flash, his eyes widened with sheer distress over Minho’s texts.

minho: like three people asked me if you and y/n are fucking bc of what you pulled during practice today

minho: wait are y’all fucking and just not telling me

minho: i knew it was sus that she was coming over to your house

juyeon: fake news!! stop making me feel shy :(

Juyeon decided he had enough Lee Minho for today and turned off his phone.

“That was honestly the coolest thing I’ve ever seen you do,” you gushed to Juyeon as you walked home with him, fingers looped around the straps of your backpack. “Way cooler than you punting footballs.”

“No need to flatter me,” Juyeon replied coolly but his shy smile and red-tipped ears said otherwise. “That guy was being unnecessarily aggressive.”

“His proposal was out of nowhere!” you exclaimed. “I don’t get what he expected me to do.”

Juyeon smiled through the pain. Lord, give me strength, he prayed to whatever divine power was out there.

“Are you not interested in having a date to the dance then?” Juyeon asked, looking down at you curiously.

You paused for a moment and Juyeon thought his heart would stop in anticipation for your answer. Come to think of it, he had never seen you go to a school dance with a date before. You were always with your friend group. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to see you stick with them, but Juyeon was hoping he could change that.

“Well,” you started, “if the right person asked me then I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Juyeon couldn’t exactly read your smile but it made him want to faint. The rest of the walk back home was spent talking about school and football, but Juyeon couldn’t get your answer to his question out of his head. He even walked past his house because his head was so full of you, resulting in you needing to stop him and tell him that they had already reached his place.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Juyeon’s mom chirped with a good-natured smile. “How has your mom been?”

Juyeon’s eyes widened upon the realization that they never stopped by at your place first to get the cookies. He opened his mouth to interject but you went on to answer.

“She’s been great, Mrs. Lee,” you replied, smiling just as big, and pulled out a box of cookies from your bag. “She wanted me to give these to you.”

“That’s so sweet! Give her my thanks,” his mom replied and opened the door wider once she accepted the cookies. “Come in for some tea, will you?”

Juyeon was practically frozen at the doorway while you were taking off your shoes and walking inside. If you had the cookies with you this entire time, then why didn’t you just give them to him to take home himself? Unless you were worried about the courtesy, it was a bit out of your way to take the time to walk home with Juyeon to deliver them.

“Juyeon, what are you doing out there?” his mom asked. “Come inside. It’s cold.”

“Right.”

Having you over at his house wasn’t exactly the sparkly fantasy that Juyeon thought it would be.

He was getting quite jealous of your mom hogging all of your attention. It wasn’t like you and Juyeon drifted apart during high school, so he wasn’t sure why his mom had to pull you away from him and have her own conversation with you. The worst part was that Juyeon couldn’t even join in on the conversation. He had no idea what they were even talking about.

That is, until his mom brought up the dance.

“Do you have a date, Y/N?” Juyeon’s mom asked.

“I don’t,” she replied. “I usually just go with my friends.”

“You’re so pretty, though,” Mrs. Lee tutted. “I’m sure someone must’ve asked you out.”

“Actually, someone asked me today,” you said. There was a moment of silence as you looked over at Juyeon while his gaze bore into yours. For a moment, you were struggling for what to say, mouthing words that weren’t being processed. Juyeon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly once you regained your composure. “Juyeon actually helped me out.”

Mrs. Lee straightened up. “My son did?” She looked amused as she turned to Juyeon.

“Yeah,” you answered, grinning. “He was really cool.”

Juyeon blushed darkly once their eyes were on him. “W-what? I couldn’t ignore it. I wasn’t even doing that much. I was just helping out. You know, being a decent person,” he rambled and stood up. “Anyways, isn’t it getting late? Mom, Y/N has to go home soon and it’s gonna be pitch black outside if you keep her here.”

“Oh, you’re right.” Mrs. Lee frowned as she peered out the window. “Juyeon, you walk her home then.”

“What?” he sputtered out, looking between you and his mom before he caved, muttering, “I’ll go get my jacket.”

After an exchange of goodbyes, you had stepped out of the house and waited while Juyeon was slipping his shoes on. There was a moment of struggle where he had tied his laces too tight and couldn’t get the shoe on but he managed to slip it on after a few seconds of internal screaming. Juyeon zipped up his jacket the moment he stepped outside, the brisk coldness making his goosebumps rise.

“You really don’t have to walk me back,” you told Juyeon. “It’s cold outside.”

“It’s really late,” Juyeon replied, rubbing his hands together in hopes that the friction would provide some heat. “You shouldn’t be walking home by yourself, and I really don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, ducking your face. “For this, for what you did during practice—everything.”

Juyeon was glad that you weren’t looking at him because his mouth was opening and closing over and over again like a fish. He was also thankful for the fact that he could blame the dust of pink across his cheeks on the cold winter bite. Unfortunately, you lived close by so Juyeon didn’t have time to come up with a cool response and he didn’t want to leave things like this. There was a good vibe going on and he was upset that he couldn’t act upon it; when it came to you, Lee Juyeon was a coward.

“Um, we’re here so…” Juyeon trailed off when he turned to you, sort of thrown off by how beautiful you looked with your windswept hair and flushed cheeks. Dazed, he reached forward and moved a strand of your hair out of your face. “It’s good I walked you home and you’re not like, lost or… something—I’ll shut up now.”

You laughed, and it was an octave higher as if you were rattled from him touching your hair. “Ah, yes, a few streets down can be a harrowing trek.”

Juyeon laughed with you before his eyes settled on you. Your hands were crossed, rubbing your arms that were prickled with goosebumps. A wave of guilt washed through Juyeon and led him to strip his jacket off immediately. He ignored the piercing chill and put his jacket around your shoulders, making sure they covered your bare arms.

“My house is right here,” you argued. “You’re going to be cold.”

“Keep it on. I have something to tell you after the game,” Juyeon said firmly. It was his second burst of courage for you today and he was a little too amped up for his own good. “If you don’t like it then give me back my jacket tomorrow.”

Before you could respond, Juyeon turned on his heel and bolted home, the biggest grin across his face because he was head-over-heels for you.

Juyeon had never been so nervous in his life.

The game was underway, Juyeon’s leg bouncing as he eyeballed the scoreboard. His team was strong in the first two quarters, cutting it close by the third, but now they were neck-to-neck. They had ended with a tie and now they decided to go into overtime for the sake of choosing a winner for the game. It was a sudden death round so whoever scored first would win the game. Juyeon, however, found it difficult to concentrate.

Especially with Lee Minho breathing down his back.

“Are you ready?” his best friend asked.

“Yes—well, no, but I don’t really have a choice.”

“That’s true.”

“I already made the sign and told the team and everything,” Juyeon whined. “I really screwed myself over, Minho.”

Minho pushed at the back of his head. “Dude, I’m talking about the game.”

“Oh, that—that’s fine,” Juyeon stammered. “Fifteen minutes—we just have to win, and then I have to ask out the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

“You could chicken out,” Minho suggested, “but that also comes with me never letting you live it down.”

“You see, I kind of already implied that I’m going to tell her something important.”

“You did?” Minho’s voice was somewhere between shocked and impressed.

“Shit, I gotta go,” Juyeon muttered, pushing himself off the bench. “Keep the poster safe for me!”

“Good luck, champ!”

Juyeon, sweaty and bangs sticking to his forehead, had to ignore every distraction and think about winning the game before his stomach threw itself into a pool of anxiety over asking you out. He got in a huddle with his team in the remaining fifteen seconds they had before they had to get in formation and lowered the facemask of his helmet. It was up to this one last play to determine whether they would win the game or not.

“Just like we practiced, alright?” Juyeon told them. “Double-wing power pass. We get them to bite thinking it’s a run play and then open up a passing lane.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Jaehyun cheered, and the rest of them put in their mouth guards and lowered their facemasks.

Juyeon took a shaky breath as he got in formation at the line of scrimmage. His heart was racing but he wasn’t sure it was about the game. Nevertheless, he steeled his nerves and held his ground. The whistle blew and the crowd was silent, observing the tension on the field carefully.

“Silver-80! Silver-80! Hut! Hut! Hike!” Juyeon yelled, and the center, Sangyeon, snapped the ball to him.

Juyeon faked a handoff to Jaehyun, the fullback, and spun around, rolling to his right. Changmin sped up in front of Juyeon to defend him. A smile tugged at Juyeon’s lips. Their plan was working just as he intended, but there was a problem: they couldn’t open up a passing lane for the running backs like he thought they would. The play was too rushed, so it wasn’t ever a guarantee.

So Juyeon had to do what he would normally deem crazy.

He spun at the sight of the other team coming to tackle him and skirted around the field, belting down the field. He dodged past another linebacker that tried to body him. His primary motivation was that he didn’t want a concussion before he confessed to you, but he assumed it was okay to admit that to himself as long as he didn’t throw the game.

Juyeon felt a hand grab him but he pushed forward, running across the goal line and into the end zone. He threw the ball down and cried out in joy as he scored a touchdown. The whistle blew and the scoreboard flipped. They won.

He did it.

Juyeon’s team ran to him, cheering at the top of their lungs. He was lifted up on Jaehyun and Younghoon’s shoulders, grinning happily before his heart sunk back down. The cheerleaders ran to the field, cheering and tossing their pom poms up. The crowd was roaring. Juyeon was realizing that he had to do the scariest thing that a heterosexual teenage boy ever had to experience.

“Jaehyun, Jaehyun,” Juyeon tapped his shoulder quickly. “We have no time. I have to do it now.”

“Oh shit.”

Jaehyun and Younghoon dropped Juyeon onto the turf. Juyeon winced at the sudden impact, gathering himself back to his feet and hoping you didn’t witness that. Jaehyun gave him a half-assed apology and pushed him forward to run and get his poster and flowers from Minho. Jaehyun then grabbed Changmin by the shoulders, urging him to go to the announcer’s booth.

Juyeon sprinted over to Minho, waving his hands dramatically. “Give, give, give,” he demanded amongst all the cheering.

Minho didn’t waste any time and pushed the poster and bouquet into Juyeon’s hands. “Break a leg, tiger.”

“Trust me, I nearly did.”

Juyeon jogged back onto the field, cheeks hot and head a little dizzy for what was about to come. He didn’t even tell his mom he was going to ask you out and she had to watch her son ask his best friend out to the dance. This was probably going to be a moment of utter humiliation but once Juyeon saw you in your high ponytail with a bright smile on your face, all that fear faded away and it was just you and him.

More importantly, you were wearing his jacket over your uniform and Juyeon felt like he was going to combust from the cuteness.

“Guys, guys,” Jaehyun called to the team. “Surround Juyeon. Make sure Y/N doesn’t see him.”

Juyeon’s heart was beating a hundred miles per second. He was glad he was running on the adrenaline from winning the game because otherwise, he would be cowering in fear and sweating buckets right now.

“Everyone, listen up!” Changmin spoke over the intercom. “First of all, the football team scored a major dub today—ow! Sunwoo, cut it out—alright, I’ll get to it!” Changmin broke from the mic and started bickering with Sunwoo.

There was a pause, and Juyeon was surprised to hear Minho’s voice fill the speakers, “Anyways, my buddy and our star quarterback, Juyeon, has something to say for a special someone.”

The crowd fell silent, a couple cheers and wolf-whistles as it was pretty obvious that a confession was about to happen.

“This is so fucking fluffy,” Sunwoo mumbled.

“Shut up, Sunwoo,” Juyeon replied, nudging him with his elbow.

The football team moved out of the way so that they weren’t huddled around Juyeon anymore. Juyeon’s breath caught in his throat as he walked forward to the middle of the field, holding up his sign, reading: Will you be my sunshine?

“Y/N,” he called out loudly, “honestly this confession is long overdue, but will you go to Winter Ball with me tonight and be my sunshine?”

The crowd started cheering and whistling again, and Juyeon wanted to die. She hadn’t even given him her answer yet and everyone was acting like she had agreed and they eloped. The cheerleaders pushed Y/N forward and she approached Juyeon, looking like a deer in headlights.

Juyeon took another shaky breath and continued, “I’ve been in love with you for so long so it would be an honor if I could take you to the dance,” he said and his voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable for you.”

You bit your lip but that wasn’t enough to contain the happiness that showed on your face. You zipped up Juyeon’s jacket and threw yourself into his arms. Everyone practically exploded but Juyeon was sure his heartbeat was louder. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your shoulder.

Was this what people called a Christmas miracle?

“Oh shit!” Changmin screamed over the intercom. (“Shut up, they’re having a moment,” Minho’s faint voice was picked up in the background).

“Oh my god, you just made me the happiest man alive,” he mumbled.

You pulled back and reached forward to move his damp bangs off of his forehead. “Took you long enough.”

“Wait, did you—did you like me?” Juyeon choked out.

You laughed and cupped his face in your hands. There was a shaky inhale and exhale of breaths when his lips brushed against yours, and Juyeon closed the distance, kissing you like he was starved of your touch. His hold tightened on you as you melted into him, and then you both pulled away, smiling and dazed and lovesick.

You giggled. “Does that answer your question?”

“Yes,” he breathed out, grinning as he brushed his nose against yours.

Juyeon could care less about all the presents and holiday cheer because he had you and you were all he wanted.

[macaronnya]

So I just saw the announcement about the EN server shutting down or at least dicontinued (hopefully just for now) and I might just burst into tears 🥲 I want to put my thoughts or rather feelings of the journy up until now on here to come down but maybe also as some form of comfort for anyone who needs it? It's very long and might have some broken english as it's not my first language so do keep it in mind please 😅

Anyways, I started A3! last year on march 7th because I saw a youtube video of people cosplaying Sakuya and Sakyo. At taht point, I already knew of A3! somewhere in my distant memories back when it was JP only. I decided to try out the game since I was getting bored of my current mobile games and the few reviews I could find of it were relatively positive. I had no idea just what a big part of my life this game was about the become 🤧

Btw I'm listening to some A3! songs right now, specifically Sakuya's 2nd character song, and it's not helping me 😢 So at the time, lockdown just started 2 days ago, which left me with a lot of time playing it and, I kid you not, I gulfed the main story down like it was the last slice of cake at home. I have 2 siblings. I think I finished it in a week or so despite it being only unlockable through leveling up, and if my memory serves me right, you need to be around lvl 75 to unlock all 4 episodes. As one can see, I was VERY invested in the story. It was just so....nice? I don't know how to exactly describe it but I was surprised by how likable everyone was. Of course I didn't hold such strong feelings for everyone back then as I do now but I was intrigued enough back then of nearly everyone, which is kind of rather rare in such types of games, no? At least for me it is, although I haven't played terribly a lot (Love Live, MLQC, Mystic Messenger).

I really like how the story actually continues through the events and how it alternated between stories exploring certain characters more (show events) and stories focusing on just them having fun. Getting to know everyone bit by bit and seeing how everyone grows closer to each other, not only within their respective troupes but the whole theater, makes me really all warm and fuzzy and it's found family, what more could you want?

Also, I really like Izumi, our dear MC 🥰 Even though she's supposed to be our self-insert, I found myself really enjoying reading her thoughts, observing her reactions to other characters' shenanigans (like her 'I do not see' to the members plan of faking their identity to bail Citron out lol) and just....her personality. Trying not to digress here but she has a lot more personality than other MCs in these joseimuke games and it makes her interactions with others not only bearable but even enjoyable. I'm not saying that this is what a perfect MC looks like or that she's superior to bland self-inserts. After all, it depends on the story, gameplay and other things. It's just a nice bonus I'm very grateful for. I mean, I got really emotional when Izumi performed with the other staff members all of the plays the actors have put out so far for the first anniversary. Her realizing she gained a new dream for her lost one just really took my heart, broke it in thousand pieces and then mended it again.

I also love A3! songs ❤ I did wonder how they would work in this franchise since it's not about idols but actors, though I guess there was nothing to worry about. I really like the duets because it's always a different duo and hearing them singing together, harmonizing with each other, complimenting each other, just fills me with undescribable joy. Of course the songs also slap pretty much every time. Even by limiting my options to 1 troupe, I still wouldn't be able to pick only one favourite (I like the majority of Winter's song tho, like Shoutai is just 🤌 and my sibling blasted Unmasked non-stop so I can't get it outta my head anymore). Gosh, I was so excited for 'Double Solitaire' since it would complete trilogy of the Hyodosakas singing together. I was really looking forward to getting all the songs and I was even saving up for Summer Troupe's 6th play.

If I had to describe the game A3! in one word, it'd be "charming". Coming to game itself, there are so many little quirks, that on their own aren't anything groundbreaking or big but together give the game its own flair. Live 2D is pretty common to see nowdays in games because it brings the characters to life through movements like 3D models. But I think A3! is able to illustrate it just as well, if not even better with their 2D sprites. Citron moonwalked by flipping the image over and sliding across the screen, Hisoka appeared out of nowhere by coming from above the screen, they do a little jump when they're happy, they go down a bit when they're sad. And that's just things with their whole sprite. The little drops when Tsuzuru finds himself in an awkward situation or is worried, the little note when Sakuya is happy, the hearts when Kazunari is lowkey flirting with Izumi, it's so cute! Or Omi's O.O face, Taichi's crying face (the usual one, not his face when he cried out of guilt of betraying Mankai), Yuki's done expression, H O M A R E AHA! They each have at least one personalized expression and also quote. Can you hear Kazunari's Yoropiko~☆, Citron's humming, Taichi's loud ass whining and scream of terror, Tsumugi's awkawrd laugh? It's brimming with life.

But also the UI (?how it looks) is joyful. The main screen's background cascading shapes changes depending from which Troupe your current character is from, the loading screen has sakura petals and a bird, the colors are very bright and saturated fitting to the overall color palette of the whole game, the little notebook during practice showing all the necessary infomation and a little sketch by the characters. It's just really charming.

As frustrating as it was, not getting halloween Tsuzuru after 110 pulls or Valentine Omi after 120, it was my first time ever understanding why gachas are called hellholes. Through my strong connections to the characters, their cards automatically appealed to me more. But the art is also so good???? Azuma is always looking flawless obviously but Omi's unbloomed Wolf card, where he is standing in the sunset looking at his camera or Kazunari's Shinobi card, unbloomed all concentrated on his panting and bloomed all shiny smiling like the fireworks in the background? Breathtaking everytime. I also appreciate it not needing multiple copies to unlock the whole backstage story.

I think I'm slowly running out of things to say, which might be good for whoever managed to come this far. I have to say though, A3! helped me through the pandemic. Being a perfect distraction to the world's chaos and more importantly my crushing schoolwork and worries for personal future. I'm a very pessimistic person but seeing the characters overcoming their hardships through the help of their to-be "family" and just being happy doing trouble, gave me a little hope and light for a bit every day. I came to cherish everyone, even those I like the least. I haven't felt like this since Mystic Messenger, which was also a game, that helped me through a difficult time. I can only wish to a shooting star, that it's not the end for the EN Server yet. While yes, the JP server is thriving and I could just switch to reading fantranslation, through my experience, my enjoyment considerably sinks playing like that and I wish to fully enjoy A3!.

Anyways thanks for reading (maybe again). Sorry for all the possible errors on the way here. I'm writing everything directly without too much thought. If you want, you can also share your experiences in the comments. It's always nice to share good memories with others.

Edit: I accidentally posted it already but I wasn't actually done 😓 When I said I had a lot to let out, I meant A LOT

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The Masked Singer Season 6 Episode 3: Time to meet Group B! (Commentary & Guesses)

Hello fellow humans! Welcome (or welcome back) to Ana’s Masked Singer recap, where I recap and talk about this show called The Masked Singer if you wanna stick around for that. So, this time around, we get to meet the other group, Group B, who we might not see again for 2 weeks, since we are going to see group A perform again this upcoming week with a new wildcard, Pepper. Anyways, let’s get started with the recap:

Group B was introduced and they consisted of Dalmatian 🐶, Queen of Hearts 🫀, Mallard 🦆, Cupcake 🧁, and Banana Split 🍌🍦. They performed, and one was eliminated unfortunately, let’s start with that…

So the contestant that was eliminated/revealed first in Group B was:

Dalmatian 🐶

Performance Commentary: ok, so I wasn’t super surprised by this elimination honestly, I expected it since he was the weakest vocally of this group. He sang Beautiful by Snoop Dogg ft Pharrell Williams and I gotta give him props for actually singing when most rappers just decide to only rap and not sing at all on this show. However, he did sound a bit like they put way too much of that auto tune stuff on his voice so it sounded like a robot him singing, which kinda made him the weakest link. However, his rapping was awesome (duh because that’s what he does professionally… and btw not spoiling who he is with that comment because when you hear the performance, you’ll know 100% it’s a rapper)

And he was revealed to be…

*DRUMROLL PLEASE*

Tyga

Omg I knew it!! Thank you Twitter for helping me out, y’all are the best. I thought at first it might have been Chance the Rapper but then people started saying Tyga and I was like hmmm lemme see the clues, yup makes sense, well great segue (segway) Ana because imma show you some of the clues you might have missed:

Scream Poster= he was in the Scream series

Cat Doll= play on words because his name is Tyga (like Tiger… man these producers are really into puns, it’s kinda clever tho)

Was discovered by a big player= in 2007, he started doing mixtapes and he was discovered by Travie McCoy who offered him a record deal

Now, that we have that out of the way, let’s get into our remaining contestants (big warning: this group has left me all types of confused when it comes to guesses so I apologize if my arguments aren’t perfect with some of these):

1. Cupcake 🧁

Performance: This performance is so confusing to me. Idk if this is a man or woman, sometimes I think woman with deep voice and other times I am like no that’s a man. So I don’t know about this one, it’s a very good performance of Heat Wave by Martha and the Vandellas but I need to hear more because I am confused. I am in between a specific man or a specific woman but I am not sure so unfortunately for this one I don’t have a guess

Sorry y’all no guess for this one :(… hopefully, next time they perform I will have a better idea*

*(I will say the guess I am leaning towards that a few people have said *just in case the cupcake leaves next* is Ruth Pointer from the Pointer Sisters because there were supposed to be multiple cupcakes and not just one, and in the PKG, cupcake said they were used to being in a group)

2. Banana Split 🍌🍦

Performance: They were 1000% my favorite performance of the night even though only Split/Ice Cream sang A Million Dreams from the Greatest Showman. She is amazing, I absolutely love her, she has that iconic Broadway sound that I absolutely adore. Just her singing this makes me so confident on who she is omg I’m stoked!

Having said that, I am so positive, like way too certain none of y’all will convince me otherwise like Todrick level confidence they are…

Katherine McPhee and David Foster

Ok, so you guys are probably like “Ana, how can you be so sure if the damn banana didn’t even sing a note, he just played the piano?!” Well, my friends, you have a point, but I know who she is and honestly I don’t even care if I am wrong ab him (I won’t know for sure until he sings a note) but HER I am absolutely positive….and they are a married couple and the banana has heart eyes so in my head it makes sense with the clues too, but before I go to the clues, I have a funny story on how I know who Ms. Katherine McPhee is… so like I was watching this performance and was like omg her voice Sound so familiar! Where have I heard her before?! This is driving me nuts… And then I saw people on YouTube saying that it’s them and I was like wait Katherine McPhee that name sounds so familiar. Then I looked her up and I found out that I knew who she was because I randomly watched a show on Netflix called Country Comfort (which side note: LeAnn Rimes or the Sun from Season 4 guest starred on that show and LeAnn’s husband stars in it… so connection there?), which to explain the show briefly it’s literally the Nanny but with country music and in Tennessee instead of NY. Anyways, she sang a lot on that show and it clicked, I was like BINGO OMG THAT IS HER IT CANNOT BE ANYONE ELSE (similar to how I felt about Todrick being the bull when I saw that damn sneak peak performance). Anyway ya, that was unnecessarily long, now onto the clues:

She left school to move to the city= she attended Boston Conservatory for 3 semesters and left to move to LA to try out for TV pilots

Thought she got her big break, but it wasn’t it= she got an MTV soap opera plot but it never made it to air

Collaborator who sticks with me through sweet and sour= they have known each other ever since she was on the 5th season of American Idol in 2006 and their collaboration is that he is a music producer and she sings (on American Idol, he would play the piano while she sang… does this sound familiar to you guys yet? Ringing any bells? If not, rewatch the performance Banana Split did)

3. Queen of Hearts 🫀

Performance: She sang Born This Way by Lady Gaga and I already knew she was going to be good, but this was like Black Swan all over again. This beginning song wasn’t the best for her voice, but she had fun and she did the damn thing. Closest Lady Gaga singing impression I’ve seen, but I am positive it ain’t Lady Gaga. Also, she slayed that ending.

Ok, so I am not too sure about this guess but after a bit of research and voice matching, I think it might be…

Jewel (the singer, not an actual jewel)

Again I say, with a bit of research, I feel like she’s the closest guess I can give you guys especially matching the singing voices, but let’s look at the clues:

Grew up in a house that lacked warmth= she grew up in Alaska (born in Utah)

Tin man from Wizard of Oz= she played Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz in Concert: Dreams Come True in 1995

Hilary Swank photo= Swank has a dog named Jewel (when I read this I laughed, wow Masked Singer really?! 😂😂)

4. Mallard 🦆

Performance: This performance was not my cup of tea tbh, it was real deep country which is not my jam at all. The song title says it all: Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy) by Big & Rich. Like it was great no lie, but like I just don’t really enjoy that kinda music so it wasn’t for me.

Again, this one is a shot in the dark guess but I am gonna stick with it and it is the one I am leaning towards voice wise:

Willie Robinson (yes the guy from Duck Dynasty)

Ok, so again hear me out, this might sound stupid (and half of me thinks it is) but it kinda makes sense in a strange way especially looking at the clues:

Surrounded by dollar bills= Duck Dynasty merch raised a ton of bills

Photo of Chris Pratt= they worked together and became friends filming Jurassic World in 2014

Platinum Album= Has a certified platinum album “Duck the Halls: A Robertson Family Christmas” (I can’t believe this one, I was pretty surprised)

Anyways, that’s it! I can’t wait to see Group A next week.. again yeah but with Pepper this time so woohoo another Wildcard. I just hope we can see more of Group B too because it feels like too much of Group A is being seen. Anyways, see y’all next week with the recap for tomorrow’s episode! Bye guys! Remember to do all the social media things! Like, comment, follow me for more, all of that 👋🏼

[waiting-for-motivation]

boy like me

summary: Bucky is depressed and suicidal until he meets someone special. 

request: Is it okay if I request a Bucky x Reader fic based on a song? The song is A Boy Like Me by Barns Courtney, I just think it is so Bucky and a heartwarming fic would be amazing thanks! - @sourpatchspinster​

pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: angst, depression, suicide, death, but (like always ehehe) fluff in the end

words: 1081

a/n: I’m soooooo sorry you had to wait so long for this fic but I had a major writers block and the semester just started and I have to learn by myself which is really, like really really exhausting and time-consuming :(( Hope you like it!!

you can listen to the song here on spotify and on youtube (I love it soooo much btw :))

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

He feels lost, lonely, broken, anxious, depressed, hopeless and so many other things. The soldier tells him to fight but the boy inside Bucky Barnes already gave up. Because there is no hope for him.

Neither will Bucky make up for his years as the Winter Soldier, nor will he ever find peace and love. He can‘t just bring back the ones he killed brutally. And who would have a heart for such a cruel monster who killed innocent people?

To Bucky the answer is: No one, absolutely no one. No one will ever forgive him, let alone love him.

Bucky Barnes is lost because who in their right mind would love a boy like him?

Of course, he has Steve and Sam but sometimes he believes even them, his best friends, haven‘t forgiven him. Maybe that’s what he deserves. After years of murdering, he deserves a life without love and in the end he will die alone.

Even though Bucky is part of the Avengers and is supposed to save people, sometimes, just sometimes, he wants to be saved. He wants to feel the warm and soft touch of someone who entirely loves him. He needs a savior - an angel.

The more the ex-assassin thinks about the lack of love in his life, the sadder he gets. This leads to him staying in bed all day until Steve asks if he wants to train. He always follows his friend because he doesn‘t want him to worry.

The nights are the worst. Bucky sees every face he killed, in his nightmares. Most times he wakes up with a silent scream leaving his lips. Panic attacks follow. Bucky can‘t breathe anymore and his body feels like it’s pulled under water.

It’s after a rough mission that Bucky thinks about suicide the first time. The knife is still in his chest, close to his heart, when he wishes it would have actually met his heart. Bucky Barnes wishes to be dead.

Unfortunately, he survives. A deep scar stays on his chest, always remembering the mission and death.

Every night before going to sleep and returning to his nightmares, he thinks about killing himself but never actually does it. Because he has Steve and wouldn‘t want him to be sad. That’s everything stopping Bucky from it. There is no love in his life that could save him.

Because who would love a boy like him, lying all lonely in bed and thinking about death.

One day Bucky and Steve are sitting in a café because the Captain wants to bring a little happiness into his best friends life, even if it‘s just because of the hot chocolate they drink. He wants the boy back who protected him back in the 40s. He wants the boy back who had so much love in his life.

Buckys blue eyes wander through the whole café, watching people and finally focusing on one girl, sitting alone at a table. Her hands hold an old book which looks like it fell countless times into the bath tube. Her eyes shine like stars at a cloudless night sky. Her lips look so soft when they touch the cup that Bucky can imagine himself kissing them. Her whole body screams: beauty, perfection and kindhearted.

Steve talks but Bucky doesn’t listen. He is too taken aback by the astonishing beautiful girl.

A man takes his coffee from the barista and walks to one of the tables at the window. He stumbles because he didn’t see the backpack of the pretty girl with the book in her hands. The man starts screaming because his cup of coffee is lying broken on the floor.

Immediately, Bucky stands up and walks to the man, pushing him away from the anxious girl. It‘s almost as if he left his body and the boy from the 40s is acting.

“If you had eyes in your head, you might have seen her bag. So don’t give her the fault for your stupidity!”

The strange man raises his fists but the moment Steve steps next to his friend, silence fills the café and the man lowers his fists. Steve doesn’t have to say anything. The man leaves the café with a downcast look, whispering apologies,

Bucky turns around to say something, anything, to the pretty girl, but she is gone.

“Where did she go?”, he asks sadly and notices she forget her book. Bucky picks it up and looks at its cover. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.

Steve points out of the window where the girl is trying to get her bicycle. Quickly, Bucky runs out of the café, almost desperately, and stops next to the girl. At first, she is shocked, but then she smiles at him.

Buckys heart flutters. For the first time since what felt like forever. A warm feeling runs through his whole body. It’s addicting. Bucky wants to feel like this every second of his life.

“You forgot your book.”

The girl takes it from his hands and puts it inside her backpack. For one second their fingers touch and Bucky feels like he is in heaven. Her hand is as soft as a perfectly white cloud.

The girl turns back to her bike because she doesn’t know what to do or say. Bucky takes this as a hint for him to leave her alone.

“Thank you”, the girl whispers and turns back around. She looks shyly in his eyes then at the ground, fiddling with her hands. “for helping me out of this situation. Thank you.”

Bucky smiles at her and can feel a soft punch against his back from his best friend. Steve wants him to talk to her, not just exchange a few words.

And then Buckys whole life changes because of one particular person; because of (Y/n). He asks her out that day and, of course, she says yes, even though she feels a little anxious. Their dates are cute and lovely. At their third date Bucky finds the courage to kiss (Y/n) and after their seventh date they are already a couple. Some would say it happened to quickly, but the two of them felt already connected the day they met in the café; just like soulmates do.

Finally, Bucky found his savior and angel. Death isn’t an option anymore to him because it would mean being apart from (Y/n).

In the end, there might be love for a boy like him; you just have to try.

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Why Armie Hammer’s Scandal Is More Than Kink Shaming

The 34 year old actor has had numerous allegations thrown his way this past month, from cannibalism to an obsession with BDSM. But do these allegations go beyond a widely accepted community of kink lovers and venture into deeply rooted misogyny?

Warning: this article contains mentions of cannibalism and sexual assault. 

For those of you who aren’t aware of Armie Hammer’s presence on screen, you may be scratching your head and wondering what on earth people are talking about, seeing the cannibalism aspect to this all as face value without making the connection between Hammer’s past behaviours and current allegations. The actor who rose to prominence in Aaron Sorkin and David Fincher’s The Social Network (2013) playing both of the Winklevoss twins, has become quite the favourite amongst the film industry. His role Oliver in Luca Guadagnino’s Call me by your name (2017) has sent Twitter into a permanent frenzy as memes and daily adoration for Chalamet and Hammer’s on screen romance continue to thrive even 4 years after the film's release. As well as Call me your name, Hammer is known for roles in Sorry to Bother You (2018), Rebecca (2020), On the Basis of Sex (2018) and soon to be released, Death on The Nile (2021). He currently has another film due to be released and a Call me by your name sequel in development. Sounds as if he’s got a lot going for him and despite him not being the biggest star to be churned out of Hollywood today, the recognition is still there and with that, he’s still being paid. 

The Allegations

At the beginning of the year, an account emerged under the handle of @houseofeffie, that was created to expose some lurid and unpleasant communication between several women and Armie Hammer. Some of which he had relations with whilst married to his now ex wife Elizabeth Chambers. The nature of these dms are incredibly disturbing and worrying considering that Hammer not only has children but as an actor, spends a proportionate time around women.

These are just a few of the messages that were exposed that led the media to brandish Hammer as a “cannibal”:

Hammer:

 “You are the god damned standard I hold women to in terms of kink and enjoyment of fucking the[n]...”

“I need to drink your blood, why the distance?” “...thinking of holding your heart in my head and controlling when it beats”

“I am 100% a cannibal...I want to eat you....Fuck...that’s scary to admit..”

“I’ve cut the heart out of a living animal before and eaten it while still warm”

“You were the most intense and extreme version [that I’ve ever had]. Raping you on the floor with a knife against you. Everything else seemed boring”

“You [were] crying and screaming, me standing over you.  I felt like a god. I’ve never felt such power or intensity.”

“You just live to obey and be my slave”

“Would you come and be my property till you die? If I wanted to cut off one of your toes and keep it with me in my pocket so I always had a piece of you in my possession?”

“I want to see your brain, your blood, your organs, every part of you… I would definitely bite it...100%”

...O-kay. Lots to unpack here. First and fore mostly, I’d like to address the kink shaming element to all of this. I personally don’t see any harm in kinks, BDSM, pornography, as long as people are consenting and aren’t inflicting unsolicited pain upon people. Therefore, kink shaming and finding Hammer’s taste in sexual preferences isn’t what we are here to discuss. In fact when I first read the allegations, that wasn’t even my initially thought. CNN posted an article two days ago titled “Armie Hammer May Be Disturbed, But Is Shaming Him the Answer?” an opinion based article by Aaron Weaver that explores the allegations and believes Hammer shouldn’t be shamed for his kinks. But this begs the question whether Hammer was actually being shamed? I didn’t see much evidence for this seeing as people were mostly horrified by his taste in human flesh than anything else, a kink that is uncommon in the BDSM community and is only practiced by the most extreme. 

Kinks aside, the most worrying thing about the DMs above is the way in which he views women and their bodies. It’s clear to see that he might not have much respect for women seeing as he proudly states his willingness to cut them up and drink their blood. And funnily enough, the sexual objectification of women’s bodies for one's own sexual pleasure without considering their comfortability is classed as misogyny. A reddit user made an extremely good point on a thread about Hammer’s scandal stating:

“To me, the problem is not that he’s into rough sex, or that he has kinks some people find scary. It’s not about yucking his yum, so to speak. I’m more concerned that he may have ignored safe words and pushed his partners beyond their limits. I feel like the media is focusing so much on his kinks and sexuality as opposed to his ignoring of consent, which is a complete and utter inversion of priorities”

Past Relationships

Another example of Hammer disrespecting the boundaries of women and sexual pleasure would be his past girlfriend Paige Lorenze. Lorenze is a 23 year model and former professional skier who has shone a light on Hammer’s worrying behaviour and his involvement in BDSM activity. The sources of Lorenze’s allegations are highly unreliable, which is one of the most frustrating things about this entire charade. The BBC BRIEFLY covered the fact that Hammer dropped out of his latest film amid the allegations, without fully going into detail about the allegations or the abuse subjected towards his former partners. It just goes to show we’re rubbish at taking abuse seriously enough to the point where people are punished for their wrongdoings. Had a more reliable news source covered this story, then it’d make it more viable to the public. Even though this scandal is in its early days, that doesn’t necessarily mean it's unimportant or should be swept under the rug along with the hundreds of other scandals that Hollywood refuses to expose.

Only the Daily Mail, The Sun and Page Six seem to have gone in depth with the accusations, making the entire story rather murky for the reader. Anyhow, Paige Lorenze said to the Daily Mail that Hammer had carved an ‘A’ above her groin without her consent and licked it whilst it bled. He had also reportedly tied her up and hit her with paddles to fuel his BDSM obsession and sexual desires. Lorenze was quoted saying 'Any man who is fantasizing about crushing bones, eating them, having sex with female limp bodies is a danger to all women'. Hammer insisted to Lorenze that his behaviour was normal, and that there was an entire community of people that carried out the same things he did on her. This is partially correct seeing as the global sex play market is worth over $30 billion, with practices in such activities dating back to the mid 19th century. However, the one thing the BDSM community doesn’t condone is not giving consent, which is where the fine line is drawn in between Hammer’s sexual preferences and the BDSM community. His choice to carve that ‘A’ into Lorenze isn’t backed up by a wider community of people who enjoy a variety of sexual pleasure. Lorenze claims he also DMed nude photos of her being tied up to people without her consent, further perpetuating Hammer’s lack of respect towards people’s boundaries. This is a serious incident, that sees someone with more power (Hammer is 6’5 and Lorenze is 5’6 btw) assert their dominance and by doing so, degrades and harms someone else. We shouldn’t be kink shaming Hammer, but shaming him for thinking that this behaviour is acceptable.

Hammer’s previous relationships can also draw some light into his lack of respect for women. He and his wife Elizabeth Chambers divorced in July 2020 after a decade of marriage. Though it's unknown what triggered the separation, these recent allegations may have something to do with it. Furthermore, two other women have come forward to express their distaste towards Hammer and his questionable fantasies. Entrepreneur and ex-girlfriend of Armie Hammer, Courtney Vucekovich, told Page Six that Hammer wanted to “break [her] rib and barbecue it and eat it”. She also expressed how easy it was for Hammer to charm his way through into getting women, especially young women into doing what he wants through “active manipulation and making you feel like he’s never felt this way about anybody.” Lorenze was also subjected to similar retort after reporting that Hammer too wanted to barbecue one of her ribs because she “didn’t need it”. Writer Jessica Ciencen Henriquez took to twitter last summer after a lunch date with Hammer and expressed that she had blocked him on Instagram. She later went on to tweet this:

“If you are still questioning whether or not those Armie Hammer DMs are real (and they are) maybe you should start questioning why we live in a culture willing to give abusers the benefit of the doubt instead of victims”

Exactly my point here. There’s not much to this scandal other than the fact that several people were hurt and undermined and someone else caused it. Someone who is societally above everyone because of their race, class, status and gender, with a well connected and dominant family support system. 

His background and past 

Hammer comes from a very powerful and wealthy family. Hammer’s great grandfather, Armand Hammer, was the chief executive officer and president of the Occidental Petroleum company founded in 1920. Now if you’re wondering the exact scale of such a company that is still running today, they are the 4th largest oil and gas acquisition in the entire world worth over $100 billion. ONE HUNDRED, BILLION, DOLLARS. Not all actors in Hollywood can say that their great-grandfathers were worth that much, which gives me little hope in seeing Hammer be held accountable for what he’s done. He was also kicked out of UCLA after apparently not “being able to do it”.  Just another rich white male with enough power, malice and money to work his way around any struggle.

Now that we’ve established Hammer’s allegations, it’s worth looking back to see whether the signs of such behaviour were already prevalent in the numerous interviews he partook in over the years. Complex highlighted an episode of The Late Show with Stephen Colbert from 2017, where the host brought up Hammer’s obsession with knots, to which he laughed off and claimed that “knots make sense” that they are a “language” and referenced how man used knots before the wheel. Valid points but ones that are debunked in light of his interest in BDSM. during a 2013 interview with Playboy (appropriate) Hammer expressed that his “sexual appetites changed'' when he married his wife and that hair pulling used to be something he enjoyed but could no longer do now that he was married “even though he wanted to”. This is quite the backwards comment when we’re talking about respecting boundaries and it's clear to see it was only a matter of time before his desires could no longer be repressed.

Since this whole shit storm began to travel Hammer’s way, he has since dropped out of the film The Billion Dollar Spy, which would’ve seen him star alongside Jennifer Lopez. BBC News reported that this move was made as Hammer stated that “I cannot in good conscience now leave my children for four months to shoot a film in the Dominican Republic” following the ‘vicious’ online abuse he’s been subjected to. Hammer was again put in the firing line by Grand Cayman law enforcement for lying about a woman provocatively shown in a video was Miss Cayman of the Miss Cayman beauty pageant that’s held on the island. He and the woman were warned for their misconduct and had confirmed the matter is now closed. 

Final Thoughts

There are enough red flags in Hammer’s behaviour to open up a flag store, and I would go as far as to say that this isn’t the end of it. For someone who’s grown up having the majority of things they want, it's easy to want more beyond morality and despite the discomfort of others. Hammer’s move to drop out of his latest film was an attempt to lessen the blow of hate being turned towards him as opposed to the benefit of those he’s hurt. So far, him and his lawyer have denied all allegations and further action hasn’t been taken against the Hollywood star. He’s apologised for the DMs and brandished his actions a “foolish attempt at humour”. 

Wrapping his own behaviour up in humour is an attempt to detract from the severity of the behaviour itself, whilst excusing it, something he can get away with because of his status. 

Major media outlets haven’t done much in even attempting to expose this man’s behaviour and have left it up to unreliable sources to piece together the true persona of Armie Hammer. Though innocent until proven guilty, common sense is widely available to the general public meaning we should be delving into the past a little and comparing it to these allegations. Along with Hammer’s character, family and unnerving Instagram posts of cutting up meat and eating raw steak, there doesn’t seem to be much in the actor’s favour. 

All I would say is as a director, producer, writer or actor, would you feel comfortable in being associated with someone who believes they're a cannibal and marvels at the idea of drinking human blood? Or someone who goes as far to objectify women to the point where they become nothing but sexual fulfilment and pieces of meat? 

That’s all I’ll say and those who do feel comfortable doing such a thing means that Hammer may still have a career at the end of the day. One point to Hollywood, no points to political correctness and respecting women. 

[sometimesrosy]

who is/was your favorite “villain” on the 100?

You know what? That question is too hard. Because there have been some great villains, and then sometimes those villains don’t STAY a villain, and what makes them great might have been what makes them great non-villains. So in order to answer that appropriately, I’m gonna have to go by season. 

Season 1-- Bellamy Blake. He most definitely WAS a villain. He was the main villain on the ground for the first half of the season. And the same qualities that made him the best villain made it so Clarke could bring him to her side. Setting up the essential dynamic of learning to understand your enemy as your own shadow, making peace with them, and in so doing, becoming a whole and healthy individual. He’s not the enemy anymore, but that yin yang push and pull gave season 1 it’s energy.

Season 2--Lxa. Wow I never thought I’d say that. But I am. For much the same reasons as Bellamy. The enemy shadow within yourself thing. She might not have stayed a villain (although I maintained she was Clarke’s love interest/antagonist through s3 because she was an obstacle to her getting the peace and unity that she wanted,) but she started one. She’s the reason the grounders attacked the delinquents. She was ready to annihilate them at any moment. Revealing that the water girl was the heda was SUPER bad ass and great female empowerment. I don’t personally like Lxa as a character, but as the villain/antagonist of s2, that’s some good stuff. And tbh, the alliances she made with Clarke, the FRIENDSHIP, the ROMANCE are part of what made her a good villain. Because we thought something good could come of it and then. OMG THE WORST BETRAYAL OF THE WHOLE DAMN SHOW AND THE TRAUMATIC EVENT THAT SET CLARKE UP FOR NEAR DESTRUCTION. Maybe I can say this now because she came back in season 5 and apologized, admitted she was wrong and said that love wasn’t an enemy, thereby allowing Clarke to process and heal from that trauma. hmm. 

Oh wow. Wait a minute. There’s a correlation between Clarke’s shadow being Bellamy in season 1 and her shadow being Lxa in season 2 and 3. [symbolism and deep analysis coming up you may want to look away until s3 villain also yes, it subordinates CL in the story to BC, tough noogies. CL is subordinate in the story to BC.] Okay. The same dynamic is set up with BC and with CL with Clarke attempting to win L to her side with the same techniques as she did B. It didn’t work. L refused to partner or give up her power or honor her agreements, leading to that terrible trauma of betrayal, genocide and horror, which she ran away from and was dragged back kicking and screaming to face. I think they used the Clarke’s shadow story of CL to actually deepen the connection between Clarke and Bellamy. They couldn’t have had him betray her that badly and have it come back to be something like a healthy true love relationship. But I think they needed Clarke to sink to the dark side while letting Bellamy rise from his dark side, in order to create the symbolic balance that has them spinning around each other... like binary stars, right? She needed the pain from love but he couldn’t be the one to give it to her. Therefore they brought in another love story to punch Clarke in the heart. Very cruel. Very hard. Intensifies everything. Wow I don’t know if I could do that to my characters. But it was effective. In the long run. Even bringing her back for that resolution after 6 years of healing. (all of this is really about a way to tell a story and make it deeper and more difficult without harming the essential romance irredeemably. Use a mirror of the relationship that plays out some of the possibly harmful elements. Make that relate subconsciously, but not really. you guys can all ignore it. it’s not really about villains. although i like it because you get the enemies to lovers thing but the harmful parts are shifted into the secondary relationship.)

Season 3-- PIKE. I LOVE PIKE. LOVE. I get Pike. Pike is a teacher and he will do ANYTHING to protect his kids. And he was a really good leader and managed to keep Farm Station alive despite being hunted across the mid atlantic. Hey. This also follows the shadow villain theory, because Pike is BELLAMY’S shadow. He is who Bellamy could have become without the balancing element of Clarke. He is a good man at heart who has demonized “the other” in order to protect his own. (This is also what Lxa did, btw. Although she did make alliances when it was in her benefit.) He would not have become as violent as he did if he hadn’t been attacked, but in reaction he became a xenophobe. I mean, I can’t say this isn’t a reaction to the trauma that he experienced. Being hunted by Azgeda. I do think that he could have changed if he’d lived. He was already cooperating with Indra, and while he’s biased and bigoted against grounders, he was not blind. He recognized, I think, that he was wrong and there was room for him to learn. Alas, Octavia took care of that. Also, other than Bellamy and Clarke, he’s tops on my own “hot” list. I know he’s too old for all y’all, but not for me. :)

Season 4-- The real villain is Praimfaya, so I’m gonna pick Roan as my favorite villain. Is he a villain? Is he an ally? No one ever knows. One minute he’s working with them, the next minute he’s capturing someone. One minute he’s making deals with them, the next minute he’s putting roadblocks down in front of them. One minute he’s refusing to be allies, the next minute he’s allying. MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND. If he weren’t raised in Azgeda under Nia, with all that politicking and power plays he might have been a good guy, but he can’t help wanting to replicate the domination of his mother. Too bad because he’s funny and insightful and sarcastic and I think he really LIKES Clarke and Bellamy.

Season 5-- TOUGH TO DECIDE. Is my favorite the awful truly awful Octavia who mucks everything up because she’s gone to the darkside. Or is my favorite the awesome Diyoza who is no longer a villain by the end of the season, but was formidable and quite the opponent, and really another shadow of Clarke, who Clarke could have been if she had been pre-apocalypse. I think I’m going with Diyoza, because she’s funny, and reasonable, and she likes everyone and Octavia is just so damned grim and vindictive. It might make a more evil villain but as for who I like better? I think it’s Diyoza. Both were fun, but Diyoza is fun as in I liked her character, and Octavia was fun as in, OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE DID THAT. Octavia also has that storyline of being the symbolic representation of the toxic state of humanity, caught in the cycle of violence and perpetuating it. She’s definitely more important in the storyline but I like Diyoza better.

Season 6-- Hands down: Josephine. We again have the shadow aspect of Clarke, trying to TAKE OVER Clarke. She’s not as arrogant as Russell, but she’s more psychotic. She’s also funnier and more charming. Kind of combines the fun and evil aspects of Diyoza and Octavia from last season. And she probably edges out Pike as my all time favorite villain because she is both evil AND likeable, whereas Pike was misguided and likable. Well, maybe less likable.Some of him was likeable. And he wasn’t writing pro eugenics books. He was volunteering to go down with the delinquents.Anyway. Josephine has a fantastic story. The way she refused to relinquish Clarke’s body like the entitled brat she was, and then tried to mess with everyone around her to get her way. Of course, when Bellamy had her, and she started digging into his relationship with Clarke that was great for story momentum, and then we had the sympathetic True Love story of Josephine/Gabriel, even though you knew it was wrong. Sympathetic but also toxic. Is true love really good if it enables such evil to be done? ANywAY. Loved Josephine. Also, great outfits. A+ for getting Clarke into some decent clothes. That tailored coat was great.

[softspiderling]

swanky fortune - part five | t.h.

Summary: the day of the premiere has finally arrived. Will you finally find out what kind of spoiler Tom was talking about?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Song I’ve listened to while writing: Loco Contigo by DJ Snake, J. Balvin and Tyga

Author’s Note: another chunk for you to read. I’ve enjoyed writing it, even though I’m so stressed from vacation and finding WiFi. Vietnamese WiFi sucks. The hotel we’re currently staying at doesn’t have good WiFi so I'll try to improvise and upload this chapter from my phone. Fingers-crossed that it’ll work.

PS: It didn’t work. But I sat down in the stairwell of the hotel and now my laptop actually connects to the wifi so

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, cursing

Word Count: 3,6k

Masterlist

Teaser | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten

As the alarm blared next to your ear the next morning, you groaned and rolled over in bed, smushing your face into the soft pillow. After Tom had left the evening before you spent a long time thinking about the conversation you’ve had with him just before he left.

“Would you stop acting like you’re such a burden to me? Is it so hard for you to believe that I actually like spending time with you?”

“I just don’t get why- I mean, I participated in a raffle to go to your premiere and meet you, so I’m obviously a fan of yours. We barely know each other, isn’t it weird for you? I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“Hey, you’re not forcing me to do anything, okay? I want to spend time with you, you’re fun to be around. You’re not a burden. I’m doing this because I want to... Say yes if you understand.”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

You had to admit, you didn’t quite understand. Well, you did understand, you spoke English. You just didn’t understand how he could feel that way. You couldn’t wrap your head around the possibility, that you could gain (or perhaps already have??) Tom as a friend (or maybe even more?!). It all seemed so surreal.

Lucky for your brain, you didn’t have any time to tear on your hair: you had to get ready for a red carpet premiere!

After treating yourself for five more minutes of snoozing, you forced yourself out of the bed, knowing you were going to need every minute you could spare.

You unlocked your phone, hoping to have missed a text notification of someone, but the only notification you’ve gotten during the night was, the message that your phone was fully charged. With a heavy sigh, you stretched your arms and got dressed, wanting to grab some breakfast before you had to start getting ready.

A couple of hours later, you were sitting on the floor in front of the mirror, doing your make up. Your dress was hanging on the door of the closet, freshly ironed, your phone was blasting Shawn Mendes’ newest hit ‘Senorita’.

“But every touch is oh la la la, it’s true la la la,” you hummed to yourself, while filling in your eyebrows, when the song was interrupted by a series of loud pings, announcing what must have been a flood of texts coming in. Putting down the eyebrow kit, you’ve reached for your phone, scrolling through the texts.

Tom: hey Y/N I hope you’ve slept well, bc we have a full day in front of us🤙🏼🥳💃🏻🥂

Tom: I’m getting styled for the premiere rn and this is the only time I have the time to text you

Tom: wow that sounded so snobbish🤦‍♂

Tom: ANYWAY you’re getting picked up by a driver, I sent Harrison your number and he’ll text you when he’s there

Tom: I have to go now, they’re doing my hair and if I move even a centimeter, Nelly is going to kill me😬

Tom: see you later x

You grinned at the texts and your treacherous heart did a flip at the small x at the end of the last text. Your fingers hovered over the white bar, gnawing on your lip, you tried to think of something witty to reply, when another text came in, this time from an unknown number.

Unknown number: hi y/n! we’ll be at the hotel in like an hour, so get ready, you don’t want to be late!!

Unknown number: this is Harrison btw

You snorted out a laugh, saved the contact and decided against replying, sticking the charger back into the phone to resume to getting ready.

Several attempts of a winged eyeliner, curling eyelashes and blending eyeshadows later, you were finally done with your make up. Touching up on a few strands of hair, you unplugged your curling iron before clipping the front part of your hair back and stared at yourself in the mirror, exhaling softly.

This is it. You’ve kept your make-up fairly simple, sticking to things you know. Taking the dress of the hanger, you stepped into the dress and zipped it up behind your back. You sat down to put on your shoes, fastening the tiny strap and stood up in front of the mirror.

“You clean up nice,” you mumbled to yourself as you smoothed down the sides of the dress. You did look pretty. You just hoped you looked nice enough to not stand out like a sore thumb during the premiere.

Insistent knocking pulled you out of your thoughts. You narrowed your eyes, wondering who it might be, and as you opened the door, you were faced with a very handsome looking Harrison.

“What are you doing up here?” you blurted out and he grinned, shaking his head.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re annoyed to see me,” he said. “But since I do know better: I am here to escort you to the car.”

You flushed, realizing how rude you must have sounded.

“Sorry! I wasn’t just expecting you, that’s all,” you quickly said and he waved it off with a chuckle. “It’s fine. I know it wasn’t meant to be rude. Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right out.”

You headed back into the room to grab your purse and phone, checked your teeth for lipstick stains in the mirror, before you returned to the door where Harrison was waiting for you.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

Harrison smiled at you.

“You look lovely, Y/N.”

“You look very dashing too, Harrison. Thanks,” you replied with a grin and he offered you his arm.

“May I?”

Laughing, you accepted his gesture and the two of you headed downstairs, chattering about the movie.

“Hi guys!” you greeted the rest of the group when you reached the car, climbing on a free seat.

A chorus of greetings were exchanged and soon everyone was talking over another, while the driver took you to the venue of the red-carpet premiere. The driver took a turn and suddenly, you were in front of a crowd, a huge Spider-Man balloon floated in the air and thousands of paparazzi were standing behind barricades, snapping pictures of people who were walking down the red carpet.

You felt your heartbeat quicken and you gulped, following everyone else when they climbed out of the car. Fans were screaming, you heard different reporters asking questions and the sound of pictures being taken filled your ears.

“You okay?” Nikki asked when she took in your pale face. She looked worried and let the boys walk a few feet before going to stand by your side.

You nodded quickly and gave her a shaky smile. “Yeah I’m fine. Just a little nervous, that’s all.”

“I totally get it. But you have nothing to be worried about,” she assured you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder in comfort.

“We’ll be here the whole time.”

You gave her a grateful smile and together you walked to the back of the red carpet. You caught sight of a few familiar celebrities amidst the crowd, though the main star of the event has yet to surface.

While a few fans recognized Harrison and the Hollands, you were happy to stay back while they took pictures with a couple of people. You were peeping over the heads, trying to catch a glimpse of Tom.

“You looking for someone?” someone asked behind you and when you turned around, he was standing in front of you, dressed in a dark red suit, brown glasses framing his pretty face.

Wow.

“You, actually,” you replied and he shot you a grin. “You look very handsome.”

His cheeks tinged a faint pink and he reached out to pull you in a hug. “Thanks. My stylist did a very good job. You on the other hand,” Tom said, pulling away to eye you up and down.

“Clearly are able to take care of yourself. You look beautiful.”

You rolled your eyes at him and blushed, huffing. He always found a way to make you feel like a little girl with a crush. It was ridiculous. Tom laughed at your reaction and pushed the glasses further up his nose, his smile suddenly widening.

“Oh look, there’s Zendaya!” he called out and you turned to look, while he waved her over.

“Z, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Zendaya,” Tom introduced the two of you and you looked at the other girl in awe, holding a hand out.

“It’s so great to meet you, Zendaya. I’m a huge fan!” you gushed and she smiled warmly at you, knocking your hand away, hugging you instead.

“Oh!” you blurted out in surprise before you hugged her back.

“It’s nice to meet you! I’m glad you were able to come out to watch the movie with us. I love your dress, by the way,” Zendaya told you and you gaped at her.

“Are you kidding? Your dress is out of this world! I love the subtle homage to the new Spider-Man suit. You look amazing!” you complimented her and she beamed at you.

“Thank you so much, I’m glad you like it.”

“Didn’t you want to ask her something?” Tom asked, giving you a nudge.

“Oh yeah!” you said, suddenly remembering. “I was wondering how it was to kiss Zac Efron. I mean, he’s really hot and he has to be a good kisser, right?”

Now that you’ve actually asked her, you realized that it was a really dumb question to ask someone. She must think you were deranged. But if she did, she didn’t let it show.

“He was a pretty good kisser, yeah. But I’ve actually had better,” Zendaya replied with a smirk and you frowned in confusion. That sounded very ominous. But before you could ask for further explanation, she was called.

“Zendaya! Over here!” someone in the crowd yelled and she gave you and Tom an apologetic smile. “I’m needed elsewhere. But I’ll see you inside, yeah?”

With a wave, she disappeared into the crowd and you turned to Tom. “She’s had better? What’s that even supposed to mean?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, raising his hand to wave when his family joined you.

“That Spider-Man floatie is a bit overkill, don’t you think?” Harrison asked, leaning on Tom who only looked smugly at him.

“I think it’s perfect, actually. I’ve always wanted to look down on you.”

Harrison snorted and punched Tom lightheartedly.

“Oh shut up, div. But hey, I’m really proud of you, yeah?” The two embraced and you smiled as you watched them. You were glad that Tom had someone who stuck by him, no matter what. Harrison seemed like a great friend.

“What Harrison said,” Dom chimed in and Tom beamed at his father, slinging an arm around him.

“Thanks dad. It means a lot.”

Sam clasped Tom on the back before the whole family was hugging it out.

The sight made your eyes water a bit and you exhaled softly, as to not ruin your make up.

“Mr. Holland, we need you back on the carpet,” a young woman said, a headset on her ears.

“Yes, of course, sorry. I’ll see you guys inside, okay?” Tom promised and with one last meaningful glance in your direction, he disappeared with the woman.

After mingling around the red carpet for a little longer, Nikki and Dom herded you inside the movie theater, finding the seats that were reserved for you.

You were excited for the movie, you couldn’t wait to see how it would deal with the aftermath of Endgame and based on the trailers you’ve seen, you were ready to get your heart broken.

While the last people found their seats, you craned your head around and saw Tom sitting a few rows behind you. He was in an animated conversation with Jake Gyllenhaal and, holy shit that’s Jake Gyllenhaal, before Jake leaned over to whisper something to the younger man, who then turned his head in your direction, slowly grinning.

You glared at them and stuck your tongue out at them, before turning your eyes to the screen, though you could still feel Tom’s eyes on you.

“Here,” Harrison said, tossing you a box of tissues as he settled back in his seat, munching on some popcorn.

“What are these for?” you asked, waving the tissues around.

“You’re probably going to cry, better be prepared,” he replied and you snorted, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“You wish,” you muttered, your eyes flittering to the screen as soon the lights dimmed, and the movie started playing.

Much like other Marvel movies, Far From Home immediately pulled you into the storyline, laughing at the jokes, cringing at secondhand embarrassment and also dabbing your eyes with the tissues Harrison brought you every now and then (you purposefully ignored the blonde’s grin as you did so).

The movie was nearing the end, you had goosebumps on the skin and your mouth was parted as MJ ran towards Peter on the bridge and they embraced tightly.

Your eyes followed the scene. And you whispered a quiet. “No…” as they kissed, receiving an elbow in the ribs from Harrison.

You turned your head and Tom was already looking at you, giving you a wink. What a jerk.

With a huff, you turned back to the movie, the thoughts in your head racing around.

Twenty minutes later, you exiting the movie theater, your mind completely blown. While Tom’s brothers talked excitedly with Harrison about the movie, while Tom’s parents navigated you through the building, you were busy thinking about that kissing scene and what Zendaya had told you before.

When she said, she’s had better kisses, that was an insinuation to Tom, you were sure. And you were also pretty sure that that was the spoiler Tom was talking about.

So what exactly did that mean?

Was that them indirectly telling you that they were dating? Surely Zendaya wouldn’t tell you that Tom was a good kisser because they were such good friends, right?

But why would Tom wink at you during that kissing scene? You were a bit confused, to say the least.

“Alright, you kids have fun, we’re heading back,” Nikki sighed and you gaped at her.

“What? You’re not coming to the after-show party?” you asked and she shook her head.

“No, we have an early flight tomorrow, Paddy’s going back to school Monday morning.”

Paddy nodded, though he seemed a bit subdued. You bet he was sad that the rest of his brothers were allowed to enjoy themselves, while he had to go home with his parents. You felt a bit bad for him.

“It was great to meet you, Y/N,” Dom told you and hugged you briefly, before Nikki and Paddy did the same.

“Yes, I’m really glad I got the opportunity to come out here with you guys,” you answered with a sad smile. You were sad to see them go, they really grew on you in the short time you got to know them.

“I’m sure we’ll meet again,” Nikki reckoned and you gave her an exasperated look.

“In what world? We don’t even live in the same country.”

She shrugged and gave you a sneaky wink. “You never know what’s going to happen in the future.”

You sighed in defeat. “I guess you’re right about that. Has anyone told you that you’re really wise?”

“Kiss-ass,” Harry coughed and looked at you innocently when you narrowed your eyebrows at him.

“What? Just had something in my throat.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but let it slide, waving at Nikki, Dom and Paddy when they left for the car.

“Alright, let’s go in,” Harrison said and the four of you headed inside the building where the after-show party was held.

The hall was decorated in the respective colors of Spider-Man: red and dark blue, without looking tacky. Upbeat music was coming out of the boxes that were standing in the room and everyone was enjoying themselves, mingling with drinks in their hands.

Following Harrison, you headed to the bar, skimming through the menu.

“I’d like a white wine, please,” you then ordered and Harry groaned, leaning his chin in his hand. “It sucks that I can’t have a beer.”

“A white wine, two cokes and a beer,” the waiter said, placing the drinks in front of you. The twins reached for non-alcoholic drinks with a sigh, while Harrison raised his beer.

“Cheers mate!” he said, overly cheerful and Harry knocked his glass into Harrison’s, causing the beer to spill all over Harrison’s hand.

“Whooops, sorry,” Harry apologized in a sweet tone and his friend glared at him, muttering a faint “Div.” under his breath.

“You’re both idiots,” you told them with your wine glass in your hand.

As the boys continued to bicker, you turned away with a snort, opting to watch your surroundings instead. You weren’t sure if Tom was already here, you hadn’t seen him while leaving the movie theater.

He was probably off with Zendaya doing god knows what. You shut your eyes and groaned internally. Why were you even acting all jealous and dumb? He wasn’t even yours to begin with, it wasn’t like you had a right to act like this?

You pinched the bridge of your nose, scolding yourself before regaining your composure. Letting your gaze wander, you saw Tom across the room, posing next to Zendaya, who was now wearing a beautiful dark green dress. He met your gaze, which you quickly averted, but out of the corner of your eye, you could see him excusing himself and walking over to you in quick, confident strides.

“Hey guys. Are you enjoying yourselves? What’d you think of the film?” Tom asked when he reached the bar, his hand on Harrison’s chair.

“The fighting scenes? Amazing! Even though I’ve been there during most of the scenes, it was still really cool to see it on the screen!”

“Honestly, I liked every scene Jake was in, even though he was the villain.”

Harrison nodded, agreeing with Sam as he sipped on his beer. “Jake killed it.”

“What’d you think?” Tom asked with an arched brow, noticing your conspicuous silence.

“Y/N’s embarrassed. She cried like a baby, you should’ve seen her,” Harrison told him.

“I get emotional during movies, okay?” you huffed at Harrison. “I loved the movie. I’m still processing it, if I’m being honest. Like, who even allowed this?”

Tom laughed and his eyes crinkled. “I know, it was pretty rough. I felt really bad when I was shooting some scenes, but hey, everything worked out in the end, right?”

“More or less,” you muttered underneath your breath, nipping on your wine. Tom snickered and gestured to the bartender for a beer, before hauling himself on a chair.

“So, the kissing scene was the spoiler, huh?” you asked quietly and he looked at you amused.

“Yep. What’d you think?”

You shrugged, keeping your voice light. “It was pretty cute. A bit awkward, though, but very fitting because it’s MJ and Peter.”

“I don’t even think that it was because of that,” Tom laughed, thanking the bartender when he got his beer.

“It was just awkward because it was Z and me. It’s really weird to kiss someone when you’re good friends with them.”

You nodded, absentmindedly, before it sunk in. Wait what?

“Wait, what did you just say?”

He gave you a look and took a gulp from his beer. “I said it’s weird because we’re such good friends.”

“You’re not dating?” you asked, stumbling over your words.

“What? No, of course not,” Tom looked at you funnily. “Why would you think that?

“Are you kidding me?” He had got to be kidding you.

“Why else would Zendaya say that ‘she’s had better’ when referring to kissing you on-screen?” you asked him and he flushed slightly, wiping the condensed water on his beer pint away.

“She was trying to be my wing-man.” He finally ground out, keeping his eyes on the counter.

Wait… Is he trying to say…?

“I’m just really bad at this, and Zendaya knows that I like you and she was trying to help me out. Sorry if I made it weird. I should probably go,” Tom mumbled and pushed himself off his chair, beer in his hand and flush on his cheeks.

He turned to leave and you reached out to pull him back, only to grab a fistful of air

“Wait!” you finally croaked out, having regained your ability to speak, but Tom had already disappeared between the people.

“Fuck,” you muttered and turned your head in every direction, eyes wide in panic. Your reaction really must have spooked him, even though you hadn’t even reacted yet. His confession just really caught you off guard.

But seriously, who would even tell their crush they liked them at a crowded party?

“Hey,” Harry asked, appearing next to you. “I saw Tom running off. Did something happen?”

You nodded and bit on your lip nervously. “I really need to find him,” you told him. Harry looked like he really wanted to know what exactly had happened, but you must have looked really upset, because he just gave you a nod and started asking the people around you, if they’ve seen Tom anywhere.

“I saw him leave out the back,” a waitress told you and Harry.

“Thanks!” you told her and immediately turned on your heel, leaving Harry to fend for himself while you headed towards the back of the building.

Ignoring the looks from the staff, you pushed open the heavy door, stepping out into the alleyway, sighing in relief when you see Tom leaning against the wall with closed eyes.

“Hey Tom,” you called out softly and he startled upon hearing your voice, opening his eyes to look at you. They were wide and vulnerable.

He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, you beat him to it.

“I like you too.”

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[just-things-things]

Star wars ones pls

OK OK, FIRST OFF, THANK YOU FOR THE ASK, I LOVE YOU. SECONDLY, I KNOW ITD BEEN A COUPLE DAYS, BUT I LEGIT JUST MADE AN ENTIRE AU ON THIS, PLOTTED IT, AND WROTE THE FIRST CHAPTER.

And yes, I'm lacking sleep. Anywho, I have this great idea, so thank you. I was debating posting the entire plotline, cause it's a lot and I don't want to spoil anything if I actually ever write the fanfic. So, I decided I could give you the Prolouge to the story and we'll see how it goes? And if you want to hear other Star Wars ideas or aren't satisfied, just lemme know!

(This is unedited btw, so sorry)

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Three years prior, Tony wouldn’t have imagined being on any other planet than Tatooine. His father would have been training him to take over his place in their small, weapons manufacturing business. He would have been selling said weapons to the Empire, never expecting to fight his own buyers. But, when his mother and father were murdered and he travelled to save a princess with an old ally, he strangely became the last known Jedi in the galaxy.

 Afterwards, on a quest to train the next generation of Padawans, he encountered the horrific tragedy his future would hold. At twenty-two years old, Tony didn't believe he would have to come up with a way to destroy his mentee's dreams. To take everything the kid cherished and kill it.

He pitied the younger boy, Quentin Beck had been a tremendous Padawan with a caring, huge heart and a motivation to help everyone. Unfortunately, his desire to free others led him to strive for the powers of a god. Beck wanted to be worshipped, for others to see how great he was, how powerful he was.

And it was true, the younger was powerful and a phenomenal fighter. These certain traits had led Tony to think Quentin was the chosen one, someone who would bring balance to the force, who would continue to fight the dark side.

But soon Tony found himself desperately trying to save his friend. To keep him away from the dark side, something he was rather familiar fighting against. Now, he finds himself waiting to confront Beck alongside Pepper and May.

Their plan was to revoke his Jedi training and confiscate his newest lightsaber. That boy loved his saber, had created himself and tracked down his own kyber crystal. Quentin had been so proud of it, especially when he claimed a strange color shade of deep purple.

Instead of training, Beck would continue his role as a pilot until deemed necessary. Tony never would have taken away Quentin’s training permanently. He just wanted Beck to find his place. To discover himself and find his true meaning other than being power-hungry.  He would need to learn the value of fighting for the good of the people, over his own needs.

Waiting in the small hut of their Rebel commander post, he fidgeted with his own lightsaber, the silver coating of the handle feeling unnaturally cold. He had a bad feeling about this. 

Before he had a chance to voice his concerns, Quentin came barreling into the room, face slightly flushed, probably from running the training course, but, nonetheless, his smile was bright and wide - capable of spreading light across the galaxy. Tony wished his goals were the same It would make things so much easier.

The younger glanced at the three adults, his grin dissipating at their grim expressions, "Steve said you requested to see me?" Quentin leaned forward minutely, watching as May turned towards Tony, no one answered, "Master?" 

"Take a seat," Tony started, watching as Quentin slowly slid into the chair on the opposite side of the table, his facial expressions morphing into confusion and concern.

"What's wrong? Is it a mission? I’m ready, I can go, my ship's already prepared. I'll just need to get the droid in and then-" 

Tony raised his hand, silencing the young man’s rambling, "It's alright, no mission," he smiled, "And hopefully not for a while, don't know if these bones can take anymore." Quentin had never been alone on mission. He was ready, Tony knew that, but Beck often doubted his abilities, or sometimes he got too cocky. It worried him. If his Padawan got hurt on his accords, Tony would never forgive himself.

Beck quirked a smile as Pepper continued, "We want to talk to you about something Natasha found, something in the east woods?" 

Tony noticed immediately when Beck's walls went up, noticed his eyes darken and statue stiffen, when Mysterio came out, "What was she doing in the east woods? No one's supposed to be back there." 

Pepper rested a comforting hand on Tony's knee, "We could ask the same thing, Q. What were you doing back there?"

"I wasn't-"

"Kid, it’s fine, we know. You're safe here, just tell us what's going on-" The boy abruptly stood, shoving the chair backwards towards the ground, the loud crash startling the others. 

Tony tightened his hand around his saber, ready to protect his friends at any means necessary. Beck glanced down, eyes widening at his discovery. Master Stark continued, his voice stern, this was in no means anymore a game, "Why are you practicing the dark side of the force?" 

"I'm not!"

"Quentin! Stop!"

"I'm not! I'm helping everybody! You're just," a pause, "You're just mad because I'm helping people and they like me!" Tears brimmed the boy's eyes. 

Tony felt himself shake his head, staring Quentin down, trying to stay calm, "We're going to take your saber for now-"

"No! You can't!" Quentin stole his lightsaber from where it was strapped on his belt, holding it tight enough where his knuckles turned white. 

May stood, "Quentin, stop, we just want to help you, please, let us help you!" She was pleading with him; they were all in an anxious fit now. Over them all, May seemed to have the strongest bond with Beck, sometimes considering him her own.  

"No! You want to take this away from me! I'm helping people! I'm what they need! They need me!" He was desperate for them to understand.

Tony stood, "Beck, we need-" 

“No!” The boy lit his saber, the room took a slight purplish glow and highlighted his Padawan’s eyes. Tony watched him and for a split second, saw fear flood the younger's blue eyes.

“Fear leads to anger.”

Tony force grabbed the lightsaber, a yell of protest coming from his Padawan- No. This wasn’t his Padawan anymore, this was Mysterio, the being who would kill an eighteen-year-old kid, who would kill his friend.

Beck’s eyes turned angry, frantically trying to pull his saber back, but Tony was stronger than him, more collected than him.

“Anger leads to hatred.”

The next moments happened too quickly, Mysterio brought the building down on them and rushed from the room. Tony remembered hitting the ground, grabbing for Pepper to follow him. His head was throbbing as he heard screams and worried yelling.

Other Rebel members tried to pull them from the rubble, prying the wood and fabrics from their bodies.

With others assisting Pepper and May, he hurriedly looked for Quentin, catching him running for the ships. Tony went to chase him, falling as he found his leg stuck between two stones, his vision blockaded by various black dots clouding the edges of his eyes.

Mysterio jumped into the cockpit of an X-Wing and in the small moment he looked back, their eyesight connected. Quentin was scared. Tony just wanted to help him.

“Hatred leads to suffering.”

Tony didn't call for him, didn't try to stop him as the boy started the ship and flew off.  

He was wrong, Quentin was not the chosen one- No, he would be the one to cause the need of a chosen one. Quentin wouldn't bring balance; he would break it. 

Tony had wanted to help him. He failed. He failed as a mentor, as a master. 

He failed,

And now the galaxy was doomed.

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Uh, so that's chaotic..... Anyways, maybe there will b more another day, I don't know if you can tell, but I'm super excited by this idea. Maybe instead I'll just post the plot and someone else can write it? What do y'all think?

Thanks for the ask, the box is always open! @unprofessional-zombie

[cruddyborderlandstheories]

GEARBOX THIS IS EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED THAAAAHAHAHAANK YOUUUUU

FUCK OKAY TRAILER BREAKDOWN BECAUSE I AM LOOOOOOSING MY FUCKING MIND OVER THIS TRAILER HOOOOOLY SHIT

POSSIBLE PSOILERS??? MAYBE? GOD DDDDDAYMN WHAT A WAY TO GET BACK INTO THE THEORY SCENE LMAO

SO FIRST OF ALL I’M NOT CERTAIN THIS IS RELATED TO THE BARMAN/SECOND STARS CULT QUEST I FOUND IN THE FILES AS SOME PEOPLE SUGGESTED, BUT I WILL ADMIT IT IS SUSPICIOUSLY SPECIFIC. MAINLY ABOUT A CULT AND THE FACT WE SEE A BAR HANGING OUT IN THE TRAILER, BUT HEY, I AM NOT GOING TO MAKE ASSUMPTIONS RIGHT NOW I AM JUST GOING TO ENJOY THIS WHILE I CAN

ANd breathe in

breathe okay

okay

im okay.

i’ve watched this trailer like 15 times already oh my god it’s so good. i wasnt so hyped about the casino dlc bc, like, i already spoiled myself on it BUT THIS IS (AS FAR AS WE KNOW) UNCHARTED TERRITORY AND

IT’S TECHNICALLY A WATER PLANET

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES

okay

okay

i will stop using caps

for the most part

hhhhhhh

okay.

let’s just be calm. i got this

BUT HAVE YOU SEEN THIS THOUGH????

oh ym goD

the fucking lighthouse sent me. i just. i went feral for a solid hour and a half. just wheezing on my test. i fell onto the floor at one point, don’t remember when. it was so fucking good, i couldn’t feel my goddamn hands

;-; its so beautiful i could stare at this all day hhhhhhh

i just

hhhhhhhhhhhh

oh ym godddd ;-;-;-;-;-;-;

it’s so fucking beautiful

i can’t

okay

we see the gun/health station under the lighthouse so it’s not really THAT big, and we can see a town in the distance. running across the ice sheets is giving me HUGE southern shelf vibes which i am in love with. this whole aesthetic is just ;w; so good

there’s a catch a ride in that town as well so we know this area is fairly big (which is confirmed in a later shot)

and oh my GOD can you imagine seeing some big ol beast lurking beneath the surface of the ice sheets hohhhh

MAN

okay sorry im still not oevr this its just so fckign good

inside the belly of the beast rotting Monster and OHHHHHHHHHHH THE IMPLICATION-s of that. of that. im calm.

we get a look at 2 new enemies and mmmmmm we get a better look at them later on so just look how fuckig beautiful thsi area is with its acid that’s probably rotting stomach acid and AAAAAAAA

first close up of the town, giving me really big uhhhh we happy few vibes? which im not complaining about

TENTACLES asdfghj

anywway more toen, bridge looks like like athenas which is DOPE im hype for more athenas-esque architecture

the TOWNss oh my god im so im love with this aesthetic god. damn.it i need this injected directly into my veins like right N O W

also the bridge is going over another pool of acid, which the tentacle is coming out of. i imagine this monster was sorta acid based, which is funny. since. frozen water planet. and it’s OOZY too. oozy boy means the eridians didn’t make this one! ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

hm who’s ready to face the unintended consequences of our actions?! NOT THE ERIDIANS WHOOO BOY (you cannot tlel me that there are mantakores on this planet and not say there was eridian fuckering going on nooOOPE)

also, side note, DIGGING the spike pit under the house on the bottom right. hope we get to explore that bad boy

ALSO

who are you mysterious figure whose cape billows in the wind? are you just part of the environment?? MAYBE

more town

first look at that BEAUITUFL red barrier which OOOOH I WANNA TOUCH SO BADLY

look at it

LOOK AT IT

NOODLE BOWL

EATS??? food place?? im not sure i can’t read, Jared, 19

see s-ar(?)ed??

THAT

THAT IS BEAUTIFUL

doesn’t look like a corporation shield (no corporation gunk lying around either) and we do know red glowy shit is the New Eridian Aesthetic, so im just saying.

it could be a corporation tho, mostly because uhhh later shots

hold up

that’s not uhhhhhhhhhhh

yeah it CAN’T BE lol

cursetown - something something

these red thingies are probably just rotting monster flesh but it does look very similar to the vines on nekrotefeyo

given how worried wainwright looks i imagine him and hammylocks are being coerced into the whole marriage thing in order to complete a ritual

i mean no judgement but that red background is absolutely garrish for a wedding

1. pirate ship??? please??? look at all the mist outside and the wooden bars

god PLEASE can i get a pirate ship.  CNA I PLEASE GET A PIRATE SHIP

Captain scarlett wsan’t enoughhhh

2. why the fuck does she have a tail

3.

DJ Midnight performing Saturday: The Dark Mix Deep W???? Hear The Voices (hmmm) and Let The Music Enter You

gee i wonder if this is cultist propaganda

I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU PEOPLE ARE

BUT YOUR TIMING

SUCKS

IIIII AM HERMEAUS MORAAA

no wait wrong game

BUT BRO TENTACLES COMING OUT OF THE MAGIC PORTALS???? UFCKF UEYS THIS FITS PERFECTLY INTO H2O A- i mean, damn haven’t we got enough tentacles from the destroyer?? wow gearbox... heh. hm.

SO I AM WONDERING IF MAYBE THE GREEN UNDER THE BRIDGE AND SUCH ISN’T LIKE CORROSIVE ACID BUT MAYHAPS SOME SORT OF MAGIC SLUDGE COMING OFF THE BIG OL MONSTER BOY THAT THESE CULTISTS ARE HARNESSING TO TAP INTO something. i lost steam. but i mean MAGIC PORTALS

and we all know where teleportation takes us

MANTAKORES!!! WHICH MEANS ERIDIAN INTERVENTION SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LINE

they seem like fire/ice boys which i absolutely adore

THIS SHOT IS SO COOL OH MY GOD

LIKE I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN IT JUST LOOKS D O P E

WHAT IS THIS??

WHAT IS THIIIS??

CAN I PLEASE HAVE YOUR JACKET

OH ALSO

I MENTIONED IT IN ANOTHER POST BUT THIS

REMINDS ME A LOT OF THIS

IM SURE THERE’S ABSOLUTELY NO CORRELATION BUT I THOUGHTIT WAS FUNNY

ALSO REMEMBER THE BLACK EYES THING I HAVE A WHOLE THINGIE THING IMMA BRING BACK OT IT JUST HOLD TIGHT

THIS SHOT?? OH MY GOD? IT’S LIKE A MOVIE????????? I LOV EI LOVE IT LIV E OT

nND THE WOLFIE BOYS THATTHE ARTICLE MENTIONS

UCKING TENTACLES HFDGDHFGJKH THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL OH MY GOD

HE’ SGOT TENTACLE ARMS LIKE MOTHERFUCKING CHADAM

BRO IM

BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

AND A GUN THIS MOTHERFUCKER STILL HAS A GUN

WHAT A MAN

MORE TECHONOLOG Y THAT IM SURE PLAYS A ROLE IN THIS SOMEHOW

BEAUTIFUL

WE SLAM THIS DUDE UP AGAINST A WALL SO HARD SHE/HE/THEY (I ASSUME SHE BC WE CAN’T SEE HER FACE AS A COMMON TROPE) 

BREAKS THE WINDOW WHICH LOOKS SUSPICIOUSLY LIKE A WINDOW ON SANC-III BUT IM NOT MAKING ANY ASSUMPTIONS

also red SPARKS WHICH REMIND ME OF ERIDIANS AGAIN

also her whole helmet thingie??? very Guardian-like

THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE IS GIVING ME HUGE HECTOR/KEY/PLANT/ERIDIANBULLSHITTERY VIBES THEY EVEN HAVE THE GLOWING SACS OF OOOOOOOZE

which is another point to the “green sludge is magic/connected to their powers somehow” theory. hmmm i hope we mix neon green and eridium purple. purple/green is my favorite color combo. and ugh with the lovecraftian vibes? be still my beating heart!

WINNIE SHOOTING SOMOHE

i fucking LOVE the laces on this shotgun. so fucking pretty omfg

magic circle MAGIC CIRCLE MAGIC CIRCLE

also new chest it looks like

BROO??? HOLY SHIT?????????

JABBER WOLF!! SO FUCKING COOL

THAT SKULL MOUTH IS SO FUCKING DOPE IT LOOKS LIKE TROY’S TATTOO

ohhhhhhHHHHHH THE MOON IS GREEN TOO DON’T DO THI GEARBOX IM GONNA SCREAM IF THERE’S ANOTHER ALTERNATIVE ERIDIUM

THIS SHOT OHHHH

THE BAR LOOKS FUCKING FANTASTIC OH MY GOD

shots SHOT SHOTS SHOT SHOTS HTOSHSTOHSOHTS

dND the MERFOLK TAIL ON THE FAR RIGHT I DON’T GIVE A FUUUCK WHAT ANYONE ELSE SAYS THAT’S MER TAIL THAT’S A TAIL FUCK U

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YSEY SEYSEYSE BIGGG

THE BARTENDER OHOH

HAVE I MENTIONED THE GIANT FUCKING MUSHROOMS BTW

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM GETTTING SUCH DRAGONBORN DLC VIBES I LOVE IT

SWEETFRUIT VILLAGE BTW THAT’S IMPORTANT

YOU ALLL LOOK SO FUCKING AMAZING OH MY GOD

the bartender!!!! his glasses!! AND THE VOICE MODULATOR???

the netch looking boys are called

slithercresses btw and THEY LOOK STUNNING

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

NEW RED CHESTS??? LOOK ERIDIAN TO ME

WHICH MIGHT MEAN------

ALSO THE DIMENSIONAL TRANSFER PROGRAM ON SANC-III WHERE BBY BOY MAUREICE MAKES US A PORTAL TO HELL??? WHICH GREEN OOZE WHICH IS “HECKTOPLASM” BUT MAYBE ACTUALLY N O T

THE STAR OF THE SHOW BABY GIRL GAIGE WHO’SACTUALLY OLDER THAN ME NOW FUUUUUUUUCK

YOU’RE SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL II LOVE YOUR NEW GOGGLES

H??????????????

POSSIBLE NEW PSYCHOMASK UNLESS HE’S JUST GROWING THOSE BONE HORNS IN WHICH CASE YOU GO MAN IM PROUD OF YOU

TENTACLE GUNNNNNN WHICH BETTER LPAY A PART ERIRDIANS YOU FUCKS

THIS PLACE IS WHY I THINK THIS MIGHT BE RELATED TO S O M E CORPORAITON? BUT THEN AGAIN IT MAY JSUT BE THE CULT HEADQUARTERS OR WHATEVER, THAT RED BUBBLED MANSION LOOKS P HQ

FOOD CARTS AND ALSO WHATEVERS IN THAT SWINGING BAG LOOKS LIKE BONES HELL YEAH

this this THIS THIS THIS THIS WHAT IS THIS A NEW CIRCL  E OF SLAUGHTEr? ERIDIAN???

THEYRE PUMPING SOMETHING INTO/OUT OF THE CORPSE!!!!!!! ALSO

mutaTED FEET

[something] world! with a skull symbol on the side

both green btw

god YES I LOVE GREEN AND PURPLE IM SO HAPPY

SAILOF HOLE

hammylocks helping us with a fight by some bones and more wolfie boys!!!! i love these little dudes

FIRE MUTATED SLUGS AAAAAAAAA THEYRE SO COOL

ns tHEY CUR L UP INTO BALLS AND ROLL AT YOU LIKE KRAGGONS

AND I WONDER HOW THE SLUGS MUTATED IS IT POSSIBLY THE G R E E EN?

AND THEIR SHELLS LIKE SUCC UP LAVA?????????????

THESE BRAIN-Y BOYS 

SO BLUE I LOVE THEM

AND MORE GREEN MIST BY THE WAY OWOWOWOWOWO

another look at a baddie with STUDS THIS TIME

A MAGIC WARLOCK TYPE BADDIE THIS TIME AND HE SUMMONS A STAFF AND ALSO I THINK THAT’S ERIDIUM CANNISTER BEHIND HIM

AND IT HAS SIMMILAR TENTACLESTO THE GUNS DO YOU THINK WE’RE FINALLY GOING TO GET ANA NSWER ASA TO WHY OUR GUNS ARE A L I V E

MORE SNAIL DUDES AND THE GREEN STUFF IN THE BACKGROUND M A N I LOVE TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA SNAILS

OOOOOZE

BACK AT IT AGAIN IN MY CYCLONES

GREEN FUCKING PUDDLES

B O N E S FUCKING I HOPE THIS EXPLAINS HOW THE SKAGS ON PANDORA GOT SO FUCKIN LARGGO OUTSIDE OF JUST ‘YEAH THE SEASONS’

MORE

this

THIS

ONE

THIS LOOKS LIKE A SAURIAN THE ARMORED ONES THE BASHY ARMORED ONES THAT START WITH ‘C’

TWO THAT GUN IS KICKASS

IT’S GLOWING G R E E N AND IT HAS ***THE TENTACLE BARREL***

OHHHH IM SO READY FOR AN EXPLANATION GEARBO X PL E ASE

GIVE IT TO ME

ALSO THIS

IM EXCITED ABOUT

PROBABLY RELATED TO SWEETFRUIT VILLAGE BC THE MUSHROOMS MAYBE THEY USE IT TO MAKE BOOZE MUSHROOM BOOZE EW

WHY IS HE GRAY?????? HE’S NOT WEARING A JACKET MAYBE HES CRYO-FLAVORED

more sluggus THESE ARE GREEN FLAVORED :O

also, side note

PLEASE TLEL ME THIS WAS INTENTIONAL GEARBOX

LEMME SLAP BLANE’S ASS

YOU *GUYS* PLEASE

BUBBLE MANSION??? GREEN OOZY VILLAIN THAT GOT SLMAMED INTO A WALL??? BABY BABY GIRL

THE R E D

and she’s USING A TENTACLE GUN TOO

THAT’S GOTTA MEAN SOMETHING RIGHT

hhhhhhHHHHH

also ther’e sa fridge on the left lol

also the consoles look similar to that one shot with zane which is why i believe this is part of that bubbled-y mansion.

YES ES YES YES YES YESY SYEYSE 

I WANNA RIDE THE SKY TRAM SO BAD PLEASE

I WANNA REENACT UNTIL DAWN

I HAVE A MIGHTY NEEEEEEED

ALSO NOTE THE EYES

AND THE PURPLE HOW IT LOOKS LIKE AN ERIDIUM PURPLE

ANYWAY I HA[VE TO GO EAT FOOD NOW BUT GO LOOK AT THIS LINKN

I LOOKED UP THE NAME OF THE PLANET AND MYTHOLOGY AND NOTHING CAME UP, BUT GOOGLE RECOMMENDED ME 

T H I S

https://pantheon.org/articles/l/lycurgus.html

AND MAN OH MAN

“FAMOUS FOR HIS PERSECUTION OF DIONYSUS” THE GOD OF P A R T I E S LIKE IDK A WEDDING PARTY, WHICH FORCED YA MAIN MAN DIONYSUS TO <JUMP INTO THE OCEAN> WHICH COULD HAVE SOME RELATION TO THE TENTACLES

OH AND ALSO LYCURGUS WAS THEN <<<BLINDED>>>  WHICH COULD PLAY A PART IN THE BLACK OOZY EYES EVERYONE HAS

DIONYSUS ALSO ENDS UP PUNISHING LYCURGUS WITH MADASS AND WE ALL KNOW HOW THAT RELATES

OKAY BYE 

[alicepink-me]

Secrets Revealed

By: Alice Pink (Btw I was 14 when I wrote this, so not my best work)

Story Summary:

Chat Noir’s goal has always been to find out Ladybug’s true identity. Can one hint about Ladybug lead to the truth? Secrets will be revealed about the past as mysteries unfold. How will Marinette and Adrien react to everything?

Chapter 9: The Truth

Alya dashed up the stairs to Marinette's room and ran over to her friend who was sitting on the chaise.

"I have so much to tell you, but I still don't see why I had to come over here."

"I told you. It's easier to feel your excitement in person."

"Okay." Alya said giving Marinette a confused look. "Well . . . you made me come over here, so you better listen to my whole story before you freak out."

"What? When do I freak out in the middle of your stories? I'm perfectly relaxed."

"Yeah . . . your are so calm and collected." Alya chuckled. "So, what I asked you over the phone. Have you ever heard of it? The name kwami."

"I u-uh . . . n-no. I haven't heard of it." Marinette tried not to get nervous. She knew that Alya would notice.

"Well, a kwami is a sprite-like creature that helps someone with a miraculous, transform. They're amazing little creatures that are basically immortal."

"How do you know all of t-this?" Marinette said, starting to sweat.

"Well . . . I know all of this . . . because . . . I have a kwami!" Alya squealed. "I also have a miraculous too. Isn't this amazing?! I get to help save Paris."

"Wait. You have a miraculous?! But . . . how?!"

"I don't really know how. I just found a small box in my room with a necklace inside. When I opened the box, a kwami appeared and told me that I'm now a superheroine named Volpina."

"T-This is insane. Are you sure about being Volpina? That could have all been a dream." Marinette babbled.

"I'll prove it." Alya announced, unzipping her bag. A fox kwami floated up from the bag as she pulled out a necklace. "This is my kwami, Trixx. And this is my miraculous." Alya clipped the necklace around her neck and smiled.

Marinette's eyes should have fallen out of her head by now. She was astonished by what Alya had just showed her. Marinette slipped her phone out of her purse and started to text Adrien while Alya talked.

Marinette: We kind of have a problem. May or may not be good.

Adrien: What kind of problem.

Marinette: Alya has a kwami and a miraculous!

Adrien: Really?! She has a miraculous?

Marinette: She's Volpina! The real one at least. She came over to my house and told me everything, but I don't think she knows about us.

Adrien: We'll have to tell her the truth about us now. If she's going to be helping us protect Paris, then we shouldn't be keeping secrets from her. I'm coming over right now.

"What are you doing!" Alya shouted.

"U-Uh . . . texting Adrien."

"Adrien?" Alya glared. "And why are you texting Adrien?"

"Me and him are . . . dating . . . now." Marinette squeaked as she sank down into the chaise and hid behind her knees.

"Dating?! Marinette! Finally! It took you guys forever to get together." Alya screamed, hugging Marinette. "You should have told me sooner though. But at least now you guys can double date with me and Nino."

"U-Uh yeah. Why not?"

Marinette hadn't read Adrien's last text yet because she was questioned by Alya.

'I'm coming over right now. What?! No! He can't come over. Alya can't know yet.'

Marinette: No! Don't come over! Not yet! Not now! No!

Just as Marinette sent the text, Chat Noir fell through her trap door that led to her balcony.

"Aahh!" Marinette shouted in surprise.

"No way. Chat Noir?!" Alya said, in awe.

"Now Alya, I know everything must be confusing, but we had to lie to you before." Chat started as he walked over to Marinette and pulled her up from the chaise. "Me and Marinette know that the truth is surprising, but . . . " Marinette motioned for Chat Noir to stop, but he didn't notice and kept talking. "I hope that you can forgive us for not telling you that me and Marinette are Ladybug and Chat Noir."

Marinette hit her hand against her forehead in anger as Chat Noir released his transformation, revealing to Alya that he was actually Adrien.

The three kwamis joined together in the corner of the room as they watched and laughed at their chosen ones. Tikki and Plagg hadn't met Trixx before, but they were excited to. They hadn't met very many kwamis in their lifetime.

"I can't believe it! You two were Ladybug and Chat Noir the whole time?"

"Yeah." Chat said, confused. "I thought that Marinette would have told you the truth already by the time I got here."

Marinette looked towards Alya with an apologetic look. She was trying to think of ways to apologize.

"Look, I know that I didn't tell you before Alya, bu-"

"I understand, Marinette." Alya interrupted. "I can see why you didn't tell me. I mean, I do run the Ladyblog, which I'll be shutting down soon to protect your secret. I only told you about my new miraculous because I knew that I could trust you, but you probably thought that if you told me, then I would put it on the news or something."

"I'm just glad that we don't have to keep it a secret anymore." Adrien sighed. "But . . . can I tell Nino? I'd feel bad if we all kept secrets from him."

"I was going to tell him anyway." Alya started. "I was just going to tell you guys and Nino. I don't want to keep secrets from my friends since it causes trouble. I don't know how you two have lasted this long."

"You gave me a heart attack like fifty times with your Ladyblog." Marinette laughed. "Every time you mentioned something about Ladybug's identity, I thought you had found out that it was me."

"Now that I think about it, I was really stupid for not seeing it before. You guys are a little obvious." Alya laughed. "The only characteristic that's not obvious to figure out is your personalities. It's like you have two minds in each of your heads. That's probably why I didn't predict it to be you before."

"Yeah." Adrien smiled. "I get to say what I want whenever I want, so I definitely have a different personality as Chat Noir. I have freedom to be myself without judgment."

"That sounds amazing." Alya agreed. "But . . . you two liked each other this whole time . . . and aren't dating until now? Why?"

"Well . . . we didn't know each others identities before. Adrien had just found out that I was Ladybug. It's a long story, but basically I dropped a charm bracelet that Chat Noir gave me in front of Adrien and he connected the dots. And I only found out that he was Chat Noir two days ago."

"At least now you're finally together. Marinette has been obsessing over you ever since she met you." Alya snickered. "And now we get to double date."

"Oh a date." Adrien smiled, putting his arm around Marinette. "I'd like a double date. Any date is great with Marinette."

"And I do owe you a date." Marinette said, looking up at Adrien. "Since I kind of abandoned the last one."

"Last one?" Alya said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yep. Me and her went on a date up on top of the Eiffel Tower with ice cream."

"Technically . . . " Marinette started. "You forced me to go on a date with you, but I did leave you to go see . . . you."

"What?" Alya said, confused.

"I told Chat Noir that I liked Adrien and I wanted to go see him, so Chat said I could leave the date to find him at the dance. I left but . . . I told him I'd go on another date with him."

"Oh. I guess that makes sense. How about we go on a double date tomorrow? We could see that new movie that Jagged Stone is starring in." Alya smiled.

"Uh . . . " Marinette looked at Adrien for an answer, but Adrien just smiled. "Fine. We'll go on a double date, but do you think that Nino will be okay with it."

"Of course he will be. He's my boyfriend. I'll text him right now." Alya said, looking at her phone. "Alright well . . . I have to get back home, so I'll see you guys tomorrow Ladybug and Chat Noir." Alya laughed as her kwami flew back into her bag.

Marinette and Adrien waved to Alya as she left through the trap door on Marinette's floor.

"I finally get to go on a real date with you." Adrien said, pulling Marinette closer. "We get to go on a date as ourselves and I didn't even have to force you to agree."

"Lucky me." Marinette chuckled. "Although, I'm pretty sure that Alya is forcing Nino."

"Yeah. Nino doesn't stand a chance." Adrien laughed. "I should probably get going now before my dad or his assistant realize that I've been "in the shower" for a really long time."

Adrien stepped back from Marinette. "Claws out!" Chat Noir smiled at her before climbing through her trap door and left.

Marinette slumped down on her chaise and buried her face in her pillow.

"My mind has melted, Tikki. After blowing up from earlier, it's now completely destroyed. And adding to the list we have . . . Alya knows mine and Adrien's secret, Alya's Volpina, and I'm going on a double date tomorrow."

Tikki flew over to Marinette and sat in her hands.

"Don't worry, Marinette. Tomorrow will be much better."

. . .

Marinette's day at school was boring as usual. Although, this time Chloe didn't bother her for once. Now she just had to go on that double date with Alya and Nino.

Marinette sat in a chair up on her balcony, looking at the spell book. She was waiting for Adrien or Chat Noir to come and get her.

Marinette looked up from the book to see Chat Noir drop in front of her.

"Are you ready to go My Lady?" Chat Noir said, bowing.

"Yep. Just looking at all of the spells."

"Did you learn any of them?"

"Yeah, watch." Marinette closed her eyes and put her hand out. "Die Blumen und die Sonne leben!" As Marinette chanted, a flower rose from a pot on the balcony. "Well, if I'm ever sad, I can grow a flower."

"Cool." Chat awed. "Do a spell on me." Chat pointed to the book, bouncing.

"Fine." Marinette flipped through the pages of the book and held her hand out again. "Der Wind weht durch deine Seele!"

"Wh-What d-did you d-do to me? I-I am fr-freezing!"

"I know." Marinette smiled. "You did tell me to cast a spell on you, so I did."

Chat glared at Marinette. "U-Undo it!"

"Ugh fine. Rückgängig alte Wünsche!"

"Thank you." Chat said with a sigh of relief. "You had to learn a spell that will make me freeze. Why is your heart so cold Marinette?"

Marinette rolled her eyes at Chat. "Wow more jokes. I should have froze you in ice."

"I have a better idea. Let's go on our date."

"Okay." Marinette said, quickly jumping through her trap door.

She set the spell book on her bed and transformed into Ladybug. She stepped through her trap door again and leaped off the edge of the building. Chat Noir followed her and they swung through the city to the movie theater. They both hid behind a bush and detransformed into their normal selves.

"Shall we?" Adrien said holding out his hand.

"Let's go." Marinette smiled, taking Adrien's hand.

They both saw Alya and Nino waiting for them outside the door and waved.

"Hey Guys." Adrien said, waving.

They all walked away from the door so no one could here them.

"I can't believe that you guys are superheroes." Nino said in amazement. "I would have never guessed. Adrien was texting me last night when he told me."

"Are you mad?" Marinette asked.

"No. It all makes sense now. That's why you two would always leave class instantly when something went wrong. I just thought that Marinette was following Adrien out because she has a crush on him."

"Did everyone know Marinette had a crush on me, but me?" Adrien questioned.

"Pretty much." Alya and Nino spoke at the same time, laughing.

"Well then I'm glad Marinette told me because I would have never guessed."

"I'm gonna try to keep secrets better next time." Marinette said, crossing her arms.

"Yeah, yeah. We're all clueless idiots. Now let's go see the movie." Alya said, pushing everyone through the door.

They all found the right room and sat in the first row. The movie was just starting as they sat down. At the start of the movie, Jagged Stone appeared on the screen, playing his guitar.

Adrien reached over and took Marinette's hand. She smiled back at him before they both stared at the huge TV screen.

. . .

"That movie was awful." Alya said, as they walked out of the theater. "Jagged Stone should stick to music."

"Yeah. He's a much better mus-"

Marinette was stopped by a sudden scream outside. They all ran to one of the theater windows and saw an akumatized villain terrorizing Paris.

"We have to go." Marinette finished.

Adrien and Alya nodded their heads in agreement as all four of the friends split up into the bathrooms.

Nino had followed Adrien and stared at him in amazement as he transformed into Chat Noir.

"That . . . is . . . amazing." Nino awed.

"I know." Adrien smiled.

Alya and Marinette called to their kwamis from the other bathroom and transformed.

"Wow. My first mission." Alya said, looking at her suit and tail.

"It's sort of like a mission. A mission to save Paris." Marinette started. "I never thought that me and you would be fighting crime together. Actually I never thought you'd ever find out . . . but . . . let's go save Paris."

They met up with Chat Noir as they exited the building. They listened for danger. All of the screams had stopped, as if the people couldn't speak. Paris had been silenced.

The villain floated over to the theater. She was an older lady with a black and white outfit and white hair. Her hair stood in a bun and she carried a big dictionary in her arms.

"Silencer, there's Ladybug and Chat Noir. Take their miraculouses now!" Hawk Moth shouted.

"You two! If you want to keep your voices, hand over your miraculouses!" Silencer screamed. "If you don't I'll take them and you can join the rest of Paris. They talk and talk forever and never stop, but now they will."

"Hey Silencpurr! Have you ever heard of headphones? They can be useful."

"Shut it, Chat Noir! Give me your miraculouses now! You and Ladybug and yo-! Wait! Who are you?"

"I'm Volpina." Alya smiled.

"Hawk Moth didn't say anything about you." She thought, aloud. "Oh well. I'll have to take all of your miraculouses."

"Chat Noir, Volpina!" Ladybug whispered to her partners. "She looks like that librarian at the city's library. And I think the akuma is in her book. She uses the book to capture everyone's voices and she never lets it go."

"Okay. Now let's see what I can do." Volpina said, running towards Silencer.

Volpina pulled out her flute and lunged at her. Silencer quickly opened her book and stole Volpina's voice in a matter of seconds. Volpina borrowed a piece of paper and a pencil from a bystander and wrote a message:

                                      "Sorry. I'll follow you guys on this one."

Volpina gave them an apologetic smile as Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at each other.

"I guess it's up to us." Chat said, spinning his baton.

"She's too fast. If we try to attack her, she'll steal our voices before we can do anything." Ladybug said, watching Silencer.

"We need to slow her down."

"Lucky Charm!" Ladybug shouted, throwing her yo-yo into the air. "A top hat? What am I gonna do with this?" Ladybug looked from Volpina's flute, to Silencer, and then Chat Noir's hand. "I have an idea." Ladybug smiled. "Volpina, flute and Chat Noir, book." Ladybug whispered.

Volpina gave Ladybug a thumbs up and played her flute. She blasted the music towards Silencer and slowed her down. Volpina's power is to slow down or completely stop villains, but the stronger they are, the harder it is to stop them. Silencer was powerful and could only be slowed down.

Ladybug launched herself above Silencer and pulled the top hat down over her face so she couldn't see.

Chat Noir immediately shouted "Cataclysm!" and touched Silencer's dictionary.

The dictionary broke apart and the akuma flew out as Ladybug grabbed her yo-yo.

"No more evil doing for you little akuma." Ladybug dropped her yo-yo. "Time to deevilize!" She spun her yo-yo around in circles. "Gotcha. Bye-Bye little butterfly. Miraculous Ladybug!" Ladybug shouted.

The citizen's voices were restored back into their bodies and that cheered in happiness. They had realized that the duo had become a trio and that they had another hero to help protect Paris.

"Ah . . ." Alya sighed. "It's good to have my voice back."

"Citizens of Paris." Ladybug shouted from the top of a building. "Paris has a new superheroine named Volpina. The three of us will continue to protect you and all of Paris."

The citizens started to cheer again as Ladybug turned to her partners.

"We should get going." Chat said pointing to Ladybug's earrings. "Your earrings are blinking and so is my ring.

"Yeah. And your necklace is blinking, Volpina."

"Oh . . . yeah. Let's get going." Volpina said as she flew off of the building.

Ladybug and Chat Noir jumped off of the building and followed her to the corner of a  nearby building. They all detransformed into their normal selves.

"I'm really sorry that I was stupid at the beginning of the attack." Alya said, apologetically.

"Don't worry about it Alya. I was worse. When I first became Ladybug I had tried to quit and give it to you instead . . . but I transformed again to save you . . . and Chat Noir cheered me up. So . . . luckily I'm still Ladybug. And you can't do worse than I did the first time."

"Wait! You tried to quit?! I almost lost my partner? My favorite person to see everyday!"

"Wait!" Alya cut in. "You tried to give up your miraculous to me?! Why would you even think you shouldn't be ladybug and why me?"

"Well . . . I thought that I was too clumsy to be Ladybug and you were so confident that I . . . was really stupid."

"No kidding. You can pretty unintelligent sometimes. Like giving up a miraculous." Alya laughed.

"Yeah, yeah." Marinette smiled. "I have to go home now. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

Marinette waved bye to Alya and Adrien and walked back to the bakery.

[mssjynx]

Soulmate au - minicat - 4 "I'm sorry you had to live with that.." (Sorry I made a request like this but forgot the other part🤣 btw this is when mini got hit by the car)

a/n: as explained before: this is a fictional event, not an attempted recount of Craig’s accident. it’s different and completely made up. it’s not at all connected to what he actually went through. - i also think this one might be a little rushed but i hope you enjoy it all the same 

minicat drabble

4. when your soulmate is hurt, you feel the same pain and receive the same injuries.

prompt: “I’m sorry you had to live with that…” 

It was a terrifying experience to experience the pain of someone else. Without being hurt, without being touched to feel your skin slice open from a cooking accident, or your skin graze without falling. Knowing that the pain being shared with you is being experienced directly to your other half somewhere else in the world; that your soulmate is experiencing the pain and the cause. 

Tyler hated it. He hated knowing his soulmate was in pain and he couldn’t help him. He hated feeling his own body tear at the seams while sitting alone in his room. He hated growing up unable to protect himself and his soulmate from anymore pain. 

At twenty-four, Tyler experienced the most pain he’d ever felt in his life. It occurred when he was walking down the street, by himself. It was evening. Late and quiet. Him and three others were the only ones there that night, beneath blinking street lights and the stars. 

The feeling of dread hit him two seconds before the pain did. From then, he could hardly remember what happened. The feeling of metal ripping the skin from his body, pressure around his body bruising the skin and snapping the fragile bones beneath. He realised he’d fallen to his hands and knees a few moments later, his body no longer listening to his command as he let sobs rip out of his throat. He had to bite down a scream but he could feel that there were people around him, people watching, shouting, wailing. 

He couldn’t pay attention to them. He couldn’t lift his head. He couldn’t move his legs. He felt the bones in his lower leg splinter, toes crushed and arm pushed unnaturally out of its socket. He slam of pressure on his back was a threat to his spine. 

The last thing he remembered was a slam to the head that left nothing in his head but blackness. 

-

The car crash had occurred seven blocks away; one car pulling out into an intersection and another hitting it straight on. When Tyler woke up in hospital, he found the news article to the side of his bed, only able to move one arm. The rest of him remained dead still and unresponsive. 

“You’re awake.” Evan’s voice drew his eyes to the door where the man was standing with a coffee in hand. “You’ve been out for three days.” He answered the unasked question and sat beside the man’s bed. 

He fiddled with the bed mechanics to ease Tyler upwards, sitting more than laying but not needing to strain any of his muscles. “Do you know- Did they find out-” Evan’s smile was careful, not giving away too much joy or too much pity. He nodded and Tyler tried not to seize up in fear and anticipation. “Are they okay?” he whispered, almost afraid of the answer. “Are they here?” 

“He’s in the same state as you,” Evan informed, carding his fingers through his hair. “I saw him earlier today; he woke up two hours ago.” 

Before Tyler even knew it, he was crying. Tears were sliding down his cheeks as relief seeped from his pores. He’s alive, he told himself. He’s okay.

His soulmate wasn’t killed in the accident. His soulmate was alive.His soulmate was in the same building as him. Evan’s fingertips against the back of his hand snapped his out of his daze and he lifted his good arm to wipe away his tears. “Do you know if I’ll be able to see him? Could- Could I be taken to him?” His words were weak but in that moment he didn’t care. He couldn’t. His heart was racing too fast.

Within ten minutes, they’d spoken to the nurse and requested that he be moved to his soulmates room. After it was confirmed that Tyler’s soulmate was happy to have him sharing the room while they got better, Tyler’s bed was being wheeled down the hallways. 

Outside the door, he could hardly breathe.

The door was held open. He was pushed inside. His eyes landed on the man laying in the hospital bed and his heart stopped. 

Evan caught the eye of Tyler’s soulmate’s friend, smiling gently and nodding at the door. The nurses made sure Tyler was in place, bed one metre from his soulmate’s who he still hadn’t broken eye contact with. Tyler was pretty sure neither of them had blinked. 

Then the door shut and the two were left in the room together. 

Silence. 

Tyler made a point to blink his eyes and a weary smile broke out across his soulmate’s face. “I win,” he murmured, voice hoarse but loud in the silence of the room. At Tyler’s confusion, he snickered to himself, letting his head fall back against the pillow. “You blinked first. I win.” 

Tyler frowned. “I didn’t know it was a competition, asshole. Otherwise I would have won.” His words were grumbled into the room and as much as he wanted to make his attitude obvious, he couldn’t pull his eyes away from the man. 

“Craig,” his soulmate introduced. 

“Tyler,” he returned. 

Craig grinned again, eyes sparkling and leaving Tyler feeling dizzy. That smile lost its light as those pretty blue eyes drifted over the mess of bandages and casts coating Tyler’s body. “Are you okay?” he asked and Tyler looked down at himself, finally tearing his gaze away. 

“I’m not the one who got t-boned,” he remarked, feeling the words scrape his throat on the way out. The feeling of dread he’d been hit with prior to the accident was one that still lingered in his chest and it made his blood cold with its mere presence. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” He looked at his soulmate, wanting to stretch an arm out and catch his fingers, make sure he knew the words coming out of Tyler’s mouth were as sincere as they could possibly be. 

But the weak smile on Craig’s face was all he could get. “I’m sorry you had to feel it,” he replied and after another second released a sigh that held the weight of an unbearable amount of terror. “I was so scared that you wouldn’t have survived it,” he admitted.

Tyler could feel his own emotions resurfacing as he let out a fragile laugh. “You were scared? I couldn’t be there to protect you- with how painful it was, I thought for sure that you were going to die.” 

Craig’s eyes dropped to his lap, a huffed exhale showing his humour at the situation. “Well thank God we were close enough to be put in the same hospital.” He looked back to Tyler. “It’s a good thing you’re not half way across the world or I’d never have found you. You know, if this is what I had to do to have you in bed with me I would’ve been driving far more wildly way before now.” His words came out with a giggle that Tyler simply couldn’t resist the effects of. 

His own smile seemed to draw more relief from Craig and the two gazed at each other in the silence that followed. “Well I guess we have all the time in the world to get to know each other now.” 

Craig’s laughter was sweeter. “It isn’t exactly what I expected our first date to turn out like, but I guess I’ll take it.” 

The beautiful glisten in his eyes told Tyler that perhaps the whole situation wasn’t as dreadfully hopeless as it might’ve initially seemed. 

[coqucttcs]

「candice swanepoel; cisfemale; she/her; heterosexual」❛ ✦ ﾟ*・TINSLEY LOCKE is a 30 year old PROFESSOR that works in DANCE. It has been stated that they are +WARM-HEARTED && +POISED, but they can also be -CRITICAL && -SELF-LOATHING. they happen to be into BONDAGE && TPE, but won’t do SCAT && WATERSPORTS.❜

ah yes. another one of winter’s characters who had potential and lost it. tinsley is a middle child. she loves her older brother, but her little sister hangs the moon. she definitely has middle child syndrom(tm), as she often felt forgotten. that was fine by her, because it means that she could kind of do whatever she wanted.

which, in tinsley’s case, it meant a career in ballet. she loved ballet more than life and spent hours in the studio. her parents assumed it was a lie, that she was actually out canoodling with boys, but never said anything. they continued to think this even when the fourteen-year-old tinsley showed up with an acceptance letter to idyllwild arts academy. they figured, huh, why not. so off little tinsley went to california to study ballet in an intensive, boarding environment.

tinsley wasn’t the best, but she was really damn good. she was never going to be a prima ballerina, but she shone bright in the background, and was even cast as an understudy in several of the school’s ballets. but tinsley wanted to be the best so she worked hard. really, really hard.

upon graduation, tinsley was given a place in the new york city ballet, and she emphatically accepted. she did well, continuing to improve, with murmurings that she really could take a more starring role.

tinsley also had a patron, his identity unknown, who took a great interest. he would send her expensive gifts and give massive donations to the ballet, all in tinsley’s honor. talent talks, but money screams. tinsley, without ever having met her silent sponsor, fell in love with him and wanted to know his identity. she still doesn’t to his day. wc coming soon, btw, but feel free to hmu before then.

but when tinsley was 24, she got the biggest surprise of them all: she was pregnant. the father was a guy she’d been casually seeing, and it came as a shock to them both. at that point, tinsley had a choice to make, and she decided to put her ballet career on hold in order to have the baby. wc for baby daddy also coming soon, but also feel free to hmu in the meantime. honestly, it can be the same dude as her sponsor, which, i mean... fun.

but time waits for no man and by the time her body had recovered, her place in the ballet had been given up.

tinsley was oddly okay with it. she loves being a mother, and figured that her career could be on hold for a while. now, she’s too old to go back to the ballet, but began teaching. as she grew up in flordia, she was anxious to return so that her family could be close to her and the baby, odette. she got a job at sunshine university and... things are pretty swell. she has moments of self-loathing when she thinks that she gave up the best years of her life, but... those come and go. she’s also a perfectionist, both for herself, and her students.

so hmu for connections! i imagine she and her baby daddy are still pretty casual so there’s room for the dramas. she’s pretty discerning when it comes to sexual partners, preferring connection, but... that could mean a number of things. let’s do this!

[otterbeesfanficblog]

Something Different {Markus X Android Reader}

CHAPTER 2: Never Seen You Through My Eyes

A/N: Wow! I’m glad people like this story so far, I really enjoy writing it. I also wanted to know something, do you guys like Aeron so far? I honestly love writing Aeron. Also, just for this story and another story I’m writing (Wink wink), Markus is pretty much going to be RA9 and you will be like his wifey. Like, in Dragon Age terms, You are the Makers Bride. So, for obvious reasons these stories will not follow the canon to a T. And, if you haven’t noticed, a lot of my titles correlate with songs. Whether it be lyrics or the title. Just little thing for ya, I’ll give credit to the rightful people when I get to those chapters, as you can tell THERE'S A LOT. Anyway, ENJOY!!

BTW: This chapter is almost 3x as long as the first chapter because I have no self-control and it’s 2 in the morning 

Chapter 1: A Spark Like No Other  Chapter 3: The Lonely Chapter 4: City Of The Dead Chapter 5: Pick A Star In The Dark And Follow The Light Chapter 6: What’s Gonna Be Left Of The World If You’re Not In It? Chapter 7: Love and Hate Are Beasts... Chapter 8: She Depends On You Chapter 9: Pictures We’re Living Through For Now Chapter 10: The Precipice Of Change Chapter 11: Raise A Glass To Freedom

Date: Nov 4th, 2038 Time: PM 11:07:38

You had just gotten Aeron to sleep, having finally convinced him you were okay and going over plans you had for tomorrow while he was out of the house.

He had said that if you wanted, you could stay over at Carl’s while you waited for him to come back.

Not wanting to worry him any more than he was, you told him you would try finding Markus while he was out.

You quietly walked out of the house, your footsteps not making a single sound as you had taken your shoes off. You walked through the wet grass of the backyard, going over to the hedge that you and Markus frequently talked to each other over.

You saw Markus, pacing as he stared at his hand. The one you touched just today, the one you had a feeling would be the subject of this talk.

“Markus...”

You didn't want to use your actual voice in fear of making a noise like you were to be caught by someone and punished for not being inside.

Your thirium pump was beating fast as you began to graphically imagine what would happen if you were caught.

You shouldn't be out here, you told yourself.

This isn’t what you were programmed for, Markus shouldn’t be on your mind all the time,

He shouldn’t be the sole reason you smiled. 

He shouldn’t be the reason you felt something... He shouldn’t be the reason you want to feel his touch.

Again. 

And again...

“Y/N... You came.” 

Despite Markus lowering his voice to a whisper, you still jumped at the sound. You looked into Markus’ eyes and for some reason, it was like the world.... disappeared. As if you and Markus were the only living things.

Except for one thing.

You weren’t Alive, you are an android, not a living being.

And yet, as Markus reached over and gently placed his hand on the side of your face, the warm feeling enveloping your face as you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch.

This...

This made you feel alive. So alive, and free, and like nothing you had ever felt. It was as if you could finally see, finally feel what you see and know that it is beautiful.

You felt beautiful, you felt like... a god.

It wasn’t until you felt yourself leaning forward that you finally opened your eyes, only to see Markus inches away from your face, your lips just as close.

Both you and Markus just stared, your hands were interlocked and if not for the hedge, you were certain you two would be chest to chest. 

Everything about this screamed perfect to both of you, Markus failed to notice your LED but you noticed his.

It was glowing a mix of sky blue and red, making a lilac purple. Without even meaning to, you looked through his eyes at yourself, seeing that your LED was the same color. The last thing you saw before quickly pulling away from Markus was your own face, filled with fear.

“We shouldn’t do this, Markus.”

It took everything in you not to say this louder, you could feel everything in your body working faster, your hands shook at you stepped further away from the hedge.

Away from Markus.

“But Y/N...”

Markus looked hurt, and for some reason, that made you want to rip your heart out. Becuase, you made him hurt. you were the cause of the sadness on his face.

“You felt it too, Y/N, I know you did.”

“I don’t know what I felt Markus, because we don’t feel.”

You didn’t mean for it, but these words you spoke to him were like punches in the face. Markus knew how you felt, because of what you two did, he just knew.

You were scared, and somehow, he wasn’t. He was... content. He wanted you to understand what he felt at this moment, but he could tell by your face and the blinking blood red of your LED, that maybe... 

Maybe you just weren’t ready to feel this feeling.

You watched as Markus looked at you with an unreadable emotion, but somehow, in your mind, you told yourself this was wrong, and that maybe you need to be checked by Kamski or even Cyberlife.

But your heart...

It yearned for Markus’ touch.

“We don’t feel, Markus. We are androids, we aren’t alive. We don’t feel like Carl or Aeron do. We live for the sole purpose of serving humans, it is what we were built for. What you and I were built for, not...” 

You looked down at your hands, bringing them over your fast-beating artificial heart, and clutching your clothing. Shaking your head you look up at him.

“Not this... Whatever this is. Markus what if this broke something in our coding-”

“Why does that matter?”

Your mouth immediately closes upon hearing Markus speak, watching as he looks at your shaking form, in his mind, he desperately wished to help you understand.

“Why does it matter what we are supposed to be... Humans say they are supposed to be perfect, that they are supposed to be nice to each other, that they are supposed to follow laws... that doesn’t mean they do.”

Your eyes go wide as he says this, both your mind and heart, fighting to pick apart his words. Mind and heart fighting to use his words on either side.

You wanted to believe his words, but...

“Do you believe what you say, Markus?”

**************

Date: Nov 5th, 2038 Time: AM 9:41:04

Markus would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little... worried about today. The conversation he and you had last night ended with more questions than answers.

You both knew that what you did was new, whether it was the forbidden fruit of the world was still unclear. All you both knew was that it was something special, and it shouldn’t be shown off to anyone.

Both silently agreeing not to poke too much at the unknown.

For now.

“Y/N? Are you ready to head back?” 

You look up at Markus, he had just finished getting paints for Carl.

He had gotten here before you, but he saw you and decided to wait outside the store for you. He told you he was getting paints for Carl and you told him Aeron will be gone pretty much all day for the event tonight, saying you could stay with Carl and Markus until he got back.

You nod to Markus and begin to walk, Aerons new camera lenses neatly placed in a box you were holding. 

There was obvious tension between you two and you had a solution, you just didn’t know if you had the courage to say it.

Markus stopped walking and you did too, turning to him you saw him look at you with confusion and slight concern.

“You... want to tell me something?”

You frown your brows but nod, tilting your head to the side.

“Yes, But how did you ... “

“I’m not sure, I just... I felt like you needed to talk to me.”

Looking around, you saw some humans looking at you two so you only nod and put on a blank face, walking again as he followed, both of you continue talking through your minds.

“Maybe it has to do with our connection before... in any case, I can’t help but think I need to apologize for last night. I hope you understand my... concerns for what we experienced. But... the only way to learn from something is to keep doing it... right?”

Markus again stopped, but this time with how you both were blank-faced it looked normal for androids, and he looked at you with his eyes.

“Wait... you’re saying you want to do it again?”

“Last night, we both hoped to find answers, but ended up with more questions... so if you are still willing, we can meet again tonight after the event.”

From the corner of your eye, as you both began to walk again, you saw a slight smirk on his face.

“And here I thought you were... how do humans say it... ‘too chicken’?”

You narrow your eyes at him, him turning to you, a smile on his face as he plays the sound audio of a chicken in your head, making you shove him with your shoulder. He chuckles then a comfortable silence falls as you both walk through the plaza to get to the bus stop.

Unfortunately, the silence didn’t last long as you walked by a group of humans.

Protesters.

You had seen protesters many times, Aeron did take a lot of pictures of you. You were his favorite model, both for the fact that you were flawless in every way, and you were his best friend. Your H/L H/C hair and S/C toned skin made you almost the picture of beauty, a Goddess as Aeron said. And, you were very positive, that if not for the LED on your head, those pictures he had taken of you would be a lot more popular and he would be richer than Carl.

Many of these protesters were simply complaining about being jobless, and not to say this isn’t a problem because of course, it was. But… you had been… damaged a few times around these protesters.

Markus could almost feel your discomfort as he tried to walk in front of your view of the protesters, trying to make you more relaxed. And it worked until one of the protesters walked in front of you two. Markus, despite both of you trying to get past this man, put himself between you and the man. You watched as his LED blinks yellow as yours did too.

“Where the fuck you going, tin cans? Hm?”

Markus looked the man in the eyes, and he could feel the way you stood behind him, he half expected you to actually try to hide behind him, and he would have honestly liked it better if you did. The man before you looked at Markus, then to you and for some reason, his eyes stuck on you.

“Hey guys, check it out, we got one of those tin cans here… looks like it has a girlfriend.”

The group circled you and Markus, and your LED flashed bright red as you looked around at all the people, looking at each face of anger and resentment. You could almost feel Markus trying to… protect you as he stared down at the man, but Markus could feel your stress… your fear…

He didn’t like this feeling he was getting from you.

But he had little time to react as one of the protesters pushes him to the ground, making him drop his paints, and leaving you standing in the middle.

Someone behind you pulled on your clothes, ripping some of the fabric including your android triangle indicating you were android and slamming you to the ground just as they had Markus.

There were two things on your mind as someone put their foot on your back.

One, you were glad that the box of lenses Aeron had ordered was in a protective foam case.

And two, you feared what might happen to Markus.

He seemed to be taking the most of the kicks and insults, but the protesters around you were not gentle. As you were turning your head to get up, one of the protesters slammed their foot down across your cheek, causing your skin to disappear and show the porcelain white of the right side of your face.

An alert appears in your vision, telling you that there was a slight damage on your cheek, it wasn’t enough to spill your blue blood, but it warned you as you made the skin reappear, that the damage would make a scar in your skin.

Markus saw this happen and was quick to try and stand up, only to be pulled up by the man from before. You somehow got to your knees as all the protesters turned their attention to the man holding Markus, and you could do nothing but watch as they got in his face and threatened him and you.

“You ain’t going anywhere. We’re gonna fuck your bitch asses up. We’ll start with her.”

After this was said, you were harshly pull up by your arm that had your blue android band on it, both you and Markus had blood red LEDs as the group of protesters were about to probably break you two.

That was until an officer came along.

“Alright, that’s enough. Leave it alone.”

The protesters holding you let go, the band on your arm was ripped slightly and the triangle on your back had a big, dirty, shoe print on it and was slightly falling off.

The man holding Markus, however, didn’t let go, and all you could do was feed off of Markus’ feeling of calmness and reassurance to you.

“Let us teach these bastards a lesson.”

Markus took a quick glance at you before looking back at the man, the connection you two already had was close, so that look was enough to make your red LED turn yellow.

“You damage them, I’m gonna have to fine you.”

Oh, you had heard that line many times before, with how many protesters Aeron seems to provoke. You had been damaged before, not beyond repair or anything, but enough for Aeron to have a lot of money just from suing people for ‘Damaged Property’

Aeron hated having that happen to you and having to call you ‘property’, but….

That’s how this world was, and you didn’t mind that much.

Markus was let go and you both were allowed to pick up your orders and the officer told you two to run along.

Markus nor you had said a word till you were waiting for the bus, then he looked at you from the corner of his eye before going back to the ‘android blank stare’.

“Are you okay? They messed up your clothes and … your cheek has a scar.”

“I’m fine Markus, I didn’t feel anything.”

“That’s not the point, Y/N, that feeling told me you didn’t want to go past those protesters, but I ignored it.”

The bus showed up as you two got on in the back, crammed into the android placement box and the doors closed beginning on it route again.

“Markus… these …. ‘Feelings’ are new… that could have been anything.”

“No, it was you I know it was you.”

“How?”

“.....”

“It’s over now Markus, we are fine. Let’s just go home.”

*************

Date: Nov 5th, 2038 Time: AM 9:58:04

“Alarm Deactivated. Welcome home, Markus. Welcome, Y/N.”

“Hello, home, nice to see you again.”

Markus smiles down at you and shakes his head.

“You know, you don’t have to greet the house every time you visit.”

You brush some of your hair away from your face, letting Markus help you out of your coat and taking your package to set it down.

“But Markus, I like saying hello to your home.”

Markus shakes his head again, going to the kitchen to make Carl his breakfast. You walked over to the bird cage and opened it up, turning the birds on only to have them fly around you then land on your shoulders.

You didn’t mind at all, as you picked up the paints Markus got with the intent on putting them in Carls studio.

Markus watched as you walked into the studio, little yellow birds chirping away on your shoulders.

Markus knew that whatever you had done last night, looking through each other's eyes and memories, he knew that you were closer. He sensed that you wanted to tell him something, he knew you were uncomfortable with the protesters.

With this in mind, he couldn’t wait to see you tonight after the event to try it again. He was... excited.

Markus made his way up to Carl’s room and woke him up, giving him the rundown of the weather for today and reminding him of the paints he got. While giving Carl his medication, Carl gently put his hand on Markus.

“Hey. What happened to your clothes?”

“Oh, it’s nothing... Just some demonstrators in the street, Carl...”

Carl shook his head.

“What a bunch of idiots... They think they can stop progress by roughing up a few androids?”

Markus looked at Carl with an unreadable expression, but Carl could tell just by Markus’ eyes, he agreed with Carl 100%.

“I hope they didn’t harm you...”

“Oh, no, no... They just pushed us around, Carl. We’re fine.”

Before Markus could get up, Carl stopped him with a frown on his face.

“Us? Was Y/N with you?”

“... Unfortunately, her clothes are ruined and she has a small scar on her cheek, but she’s fine.”

Carl sighed, laying back in his bed more as he looked at Markus.

“Poor girl, from what I hear from Aeron, she’s been targeted a lot lately. Many people don’t like that Aeron is taking pictures of an android and publicly saying how marvelous they are.”

Markus frowned at the mention of you being a target and he understood why you had been so hesitant to approach the protesters in the first place.

“Is she here? Aeron told me he’d be out all day.”

“Yes, she’s downstairs-”

It was then that both Markus and Carl heard the sound of a piano playing, but it wasn’t like your usual slow notes. This was a song, a pretty one at that.

Markus felt his body heat increase as he had a feeling that when you two connected, he also past down some of his programmings to have the ability to play the piano.

“She’s a good girl,” Carl said, watching Markus smile a little at his words and nod. 

Carl had a feeling that you two were closer somehow, though both you and Markus denied this saying it’s ‘not in your program’, but Carl knew what he saw.

He may be old, but even the blind could see.

There was an unbreakable bond between you two.

Markus looked back at Carl as he continued what he was saying.

“I’m glad you two are so close. Warms an old man's heart. She’s learned from you Markus, learning from you.”

Markus thought he was going to continue, but after a few more seconds of simply hearing you play, he helped Carl out of his bed and to the bathroom.

Downstairs, one of the birds was on your head and the other was on the pianos screen. You smiled as you played a song that just... felt right.

You were beaming while playing, you somehow felt lighter than ever before. You imagine that your new ability to play was passed to you from Markus and though a part of you found that concerning, most of you was just happy to be able to finally play.

You then noticed Carl and Markus walk in and you stopped playing,the birds flying off as you stand up beside the piano and bowed a little in respects to Carl.

“Good morning Carl.”

“Good morning Y/N, I see Markus taught you well.”

You smile a bit, looking as Markus opens the dining tin reveling Carl’s breakfast. Markus looks at you with the same thought.

“You could say that, yes. I hope you don’t mind me staying until Aeron gets home, he said that I should come here when I finished picking up-”

“You don’t need to explain, Y/N.” 

Carl cut you off of your rant, smiling over at you.

“You are always welcome here, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Carl.”

Markus began setting up Carl’s food and such, and before Carl stared he turned to Markus.

“Why don’t you find something to do while I finish my breakfast?”

“Sure. Okay, Carl.”

You met Markus at the bookshelf, and almost at the same time you two both grabbed a book. You happened to grab the Shakespear book while Markus grabbed Keats’ Odes, then you both began to read. Somehow, you knew what the other was feeling while reading.

It was... strange yet it felt... good.

“What are you two reading?”

You two hadn’t noticed Carl roll over to you both, you and Markus look at each other, Markus giving you the lead to start.

“Uh, I’m reading Macbeth!”

Carl nods with a smile.

“So, what do you think?”

You look over at Markus first, seeing him nod for you to answer you turn back to Carl.

“Human emotions are... intriguing. Though, I can’t say that I truly understand them.” 

Your voice got lower as you finished your thought, your body heated up after saying this. You probably sounded like a fool to Carl and Markus, right?

“Humans can’t understand them either. They rule our lives and we have no idea why they make us feel like beggars or Kings. Life without emotions wouldn’t be worth living.”

For some reason, this struck your artificial heart hard. You don’t know why but, his words made you reel back.

Your brain couldn’t understand.

Your heart could understand every word.

Markus could feel you thinking about his words very hard, as Carl turned his attention to Markus himself.

“What about you Markus, what are you reading?”

“Keats’ Odes, it’s one of the books you recommended.”

“And, what do you think?”

Markus took a glance at you before looking back at Carl, sighing before voicing his own opinion.

“Well, there’s a lot of sadness in his poems.”

Carl hums and nods.

“Keats was in love... There’s nothing like love to make a man feel miserable.”

Markus looked back at you, but you were looking at the floor, your LED flashing yellow showing you were in deep thought. Markus didn’t understand what he was feeling when he looked at you but, all he knew was that...

It was perfect, just like you.

“One day, I won’t be here to take care of you anymore.”

This made both you and Markus stand up straighter, LEDs showing yellow as you both listened to him.

“You’ll have to protect yourself, make your choices, decide who you are and wanna become...”

You frown as you feel Markus’ temperature drop, you don’t know why you could feel this, but you didn’t care. Markus frowned at Carl’s next words.

“This world doesn’t like those who are different, Markus, Y/N. Don’t let anyone tell you who you should be.”

You feel something in your chest, as if your thirium pump and skipped beats, you feel the little birds you had yet to put in their cage land on your shoulders. Carl spoke again.

“Let’s all go to the studio.”

Markus helps wheel Carl into the studio and you follow behind, one of the birds, who you have just named Ainsley, landed on your open palm as Lux, the other bird, nestled into the nape of your neck.

You walked over to the window as Markus watched Carl get into his little lift to paint.

“Let’s see where we left off... Remove the sheet.”

You shyly began to watch Carl paint as Markus cleaned up the studio, you would offer your help to Markus, but you were far too focused on the cool colored painting.

Because of your programming, you were always ready to analyze and learn new things, but the only thing you had ever really been introduced to was Art of all kinds.

Carl with his paint’s and philosophies, Aeron with his photos and nature obsession, and Markus...

Markus... he had taught you things about being a caretaker, about piano, about feeling about... ??? love???

You blink many times and twitch, then go back to watching Carl paint, not really remembering what you were previously thinking about.

Jolting, you move out of the way of Carl as he lowered himself, Ainsley and Lux are now both in your cupped hands chirping away as Markus walks up behind you, ready for any request Carl had.

You and Markus now stood side by side, perhaps closer than you both really realize, and Carl wheels back as all of you look at his painting.

“So... What’s your verdict, you two?”

You were a bit surprised Carl asked you as well, Markus you understood as he had been made with the intention of taking care of an artist so he would have some insight, you, however, taken back. So, you let Markus go first.

“Yes, there is something about it. Something I can’t... quite define. I guess I like it.”

“Hm. And you Y/N?”

“I... I agree with Markus, I like it.”

Gently running your thumbs over the heads of Ainsley and Lux, you feel your face heat up over being caught off guard by a simple, or what seemed to be a simple, question.

“The truth is I have nothing left to say anymore... Each day that goes by brings me closer to the end... I’m just an old man clinging to his brushes...”

You look down at the two tweeting birds in your hands, trying not to think about what will happen to Markus if.... when Carl dies.

“Carl...”

Markus himself was at a loss for words, looking for anything to get Carl’s mind of such dark thoughts. 

Luckily, Carl was quick to change the subject.

“But enough about me... Let's see if you have any talent!”

Carl looked at Markus with a smile, and in turn, you smiled at Markus, who looked slightly confused.

“Give it a try. Try painting something.”

“Paint? But, what I... Painting what?”

“Anything you want!”

Carl pointed to the canvas not too far from you all, telling him to give it a try. You smile and walk over to the desk, leaning on the wall next to it, Ainsley flying on your head again and Lux goes to the shoulder not leaning on the wall.

Markus smiles widely at the Canvas, then to you, then turns to Carl with the same wide smile. Carl hands Markus over his paint pallet and Markus walks over to the blank canvas, taking a brush, looking around, then starting to paint.

You watched Markus’ movements, they were... stiff and planned. Normally this would have evaded your focus but, as he finished up his painting, you can see why you were off-put.

It was the paint of the statue model in front of the canvas, and it was like he simply took a picture of it a covered over it with paint. 

You were made with creativity. Kamski made you to be able to see the creative things in the world to help grow Aeron as a photographer, so seeing this made senses.

“That is a perfect copy,” Carl noted, rolling over to Markus. “Of reality. But paint is not about replicating the world, it’s about interpreting it, improving on it, showing something you see.”

Ainsley, getting antsy, lands on your index finger as you held up your left hand for him to land on, turning over your right hand as Lux had the same Idea. You quietly hushed them so you could listen to Carl. 

 “Carl, I don’t... think I can do that. It’s not in my program... I...”

Markus looked at him in confusion, you were just as puzzled by Carl’s words. Carl points to another white canvas.

“Go on, go try, grab that canvas.”

So, Markus quickly switches the canvases, and after doing so, Carl speaks up again.

“Do something for me, close your eyes. Close your eyes. Trust me.”

Markus looks over at you as you lean on the desk this time, moving right next to him, Ainsley and Lux still perched on your hands as you smile and nod at Markus, then turning to Ainsley and nudging him with your nose.

Markus then looks back at the canvas, not before saving the memory of you with the tiny bird, then slowly closes his eyes.

“Try to imagine something that doesn’t exist. Something you’ve never seen.”

Carl says, encouragingly.

“Now concentrate, on how it makes you feel... and let your hand drift across the canvas.” 

You watch as Markus’ LED blinks yellow as he thinks, slowing bringing his hands up to the canvas Markus pauses.

On how it makes you feel...

Markus couldn’t deny it, you were the only thing on his mind at the moment and if that's all he could think about, then that's what he will paint. As Markus began painting, you got lost in your own thoughts about him.

You were wondering what will happen if you two keep doing this... connecting thing. Would it truly damage your software? Would it change your program or even corrupt it? 

What if you started mixing up memories? What if you traded programs in general?

All these thoughts came to a halt as you looked up as Markus finished painting.

It was a woman, a beautiful woman with S/C and H/L H/C hair, holding two little birds. 

It was you.

The LED on your head was the bright sky blue it normally is, and the way you were holding the birds in the picture was so softly, like a mother cradling a child. The birds in this picture were real, however, and the look on your face...

I was so... soft, and warm, calm and with E/C eyes half closed and a gentle smile over your face.

You looked... happy. In love and beautiful.

Like a goddess.

For a moment everyone was speechless until Carl broke it.

“Oh, my God.”

“Markus...” Your voice was so soft and quiet, but like always, he heard it and looked at you with a soft smile.

Suddenly the door to the studio opened, causing the birds to quickly fly out of the room in fear. A young man stumbled in, and you, instinctively, walk behind Markus who, instinctively, walks in front of you.

You had never seen this young man before, and the way he walked in and the way his eyes and face were sunken in, you could tell he was not healthy by any means.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Leo...”

“So that’s his name...” 

You didn’t mean to but it seemed you said this to Markus in your head. Markus didn’t respond however as he watched Leo’s every move.

“I didn’t hear you come in...”

“Ah, I was in the neighborhood... I thought I’d stop by...”

The way Leo twitched and fidgeted,, it made you scan him, seeing he had a type of drug inside him. From the way he was acting you could tell, this wasn’t supposed to be in his blood.

Makus could feel you behind him, watching this scene unfold with watchful and curious eyes. He knew you had many questions, but he didn’t want to leave Carl with Leo just so he could chat with you in your heads.

“It’s been a while, right?”

“You all right? You don’t look so good.”

Markus moves to touch your hand for a brief moment, telling you everything will be fine. You couldn’t help but touch the scar on your right cheek, hoping this wouldn’t go as bad as you felt it would. Leo looks at you and Markus for a moment then turns back to his father.

“Oh, yeah. yeah, I'm fine... Hey, listen, uh... I need some cash, Dad.”

“Again? What happened to the money I just gave you?”

“Uh well, it just goes, you know?” Leo laughs, body jolting every now an then.

Carl nod with a brief ‘laugh’.

“Yeah... Yeah, you’re on it again, aren’t you?”

Markus, while keeping his eyes on the scene playing out, gently puts an arm out to put the pallet on the desk, and you move out from behind him, despite him physically trying to keep you behind him.

Leo loses the smile and immediately shakes his head.

“No, no, no, I swear it’s not that...”

“No. Don’t lie to me, Leo.”

“What difference does it make? I just need some cash, that’s all!”

Leo���s sudden outburst made you jump slightly into Markus, who put his hands on your arms to steady you, he watched your LED go from blue to yellow quickly, then at Markus’ touch, it slowly goes back to blue.

“Sorry...” Carl says sternly. “the answer's no.”

“What? Why?”

“You know why.”

Leo’s head then snaps to Markus and you, Markus remand strong in his appearance but your LED gave away your stress at this movement. 

“Yeah, yeah... I think I do know why.” Leo bitterly laughs. “You’d rather take care of your plastic toys here than your own son, ah?

“Tell me, dad, what do they have that I don't?”

Leo is now in front of you both, Markus was unmoved by this approach, but it was obvious to Leo that you were scared. That made Markus stand even taller, showing his strength.

“It’s smarter?” Leo sneered in Markus’ face. “More obedient? Not like me, right?” He got in your face for that one, making you flinch with your eyes.

“But you know what? These things are not your children.”

“THEY ARE FUCKING MACHINES!”

Leo then pushes you and Markus back harshly, causing you to run into the desk and Markus to almost run into his painting. Your stress level was super high and both and Markus dawned bright red LEDs, only Markus was able to calm enough for it to be yellow again. But luckily Carl stepped in.

“Leo, that’s enough!”

Leo turned harshly to his father, leaving Markus a chance to give a quick look to you.

“Enough.”

“You don’t care about anything except yourself and your goddamn paintings.”

Leo hissed at his father, glaring at the picture of you.

“You’ve never loved anyone. You’ve never loved me, Dad...”

Leo began to walk out of the studio.

“You never loved me.”

You all watch as he stomps out of the room, the silence hung int the air as you all took a moment. Carl sighed and leaned forward in his chair, glancing over at you two for a moment.

“... Are you two okay?”

You both nod, your LEDs slowly going back to blue, then your LED flashes yellow as you blink, a message appearing in your vision. 

House alarm deactivated. Aeron Raynott has come home. 

Task Stay with Carl Completed.

New Task Updated.

Return Home With Aeron’s New Order.

“It appears Aeron has just arrived home, if you don’t need my assistance, I must go home.”

Carl nods and waves you off.

“Markus, escort her to the door for me.”

“Of course, Carl.”

You and Markus leave Carl in the studio and you both walk to the front walkway, putting back on your ruined jacket, Markus hands you your package, but not before stopping you one last time.

“Tonight, after everyone is asleep?”

You nod, begin to walk out the door, before stopping, but not turning when you spoke.

“Be careful tonight though, Markus... I have a bad feeling.”

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The Masked Singer Season 5 Episode 2 Recap: It’s Group B Time, let’s meet them! (Commentary & Guesses)

Hello my fellow Masked Singer fanatics! Welcome (or welcome back) to Ana’s Masked Singer recap, where I, Ana (nice to virtually meet you btw), recap every single episode of The Masked Singer. Here we are again with season 5, but this time another group, Group B, which consist of Black Swan 🖤🦢, Piglet 🐷, Chameleon 🦎, Grandpa Monster 👹 👴, and Phoenix 🦜.

So, let’s begin with the first eliminated contestant of Group B:

The first eliminated contestant was:

*DRUMROLL PLEASE*

Phoenix 🦜

Commentary: Ok, so this wasn’t surprising whatsoever, she sang Tik Tok by Kesha and you can obviously tell that she isn’t a singer at all. Like idk how else to explain it to you guys, but I guess she was talk singing... kind of like Wendy/the lips last season... so it was kind of easy the moment she opened her mouth to start singing to recognize immediately who it was...

Having said that, she was revealed to be (as I knew, this one wasn’t hard)...

*DRUMROLL PLEASE*

Caitlyn Jenner

Hehe I knew it! Again, like Wendy Williams aka the lips, this was way too obvious. She already walked around Hollywood Blvd with the Don’t Talk to me hoodie on so I knew she was going to be on the show but the min I saw Phoenix, the clues, and the moment she opened her mouth, I was so certain it was Caitlyn. No, I am not a big Kardashian/Jenner fan tbh but I used to watch the show way back when.... like in 2016? I am not sure, but I recognized her voice immediately.

Now onto my guesses for the remaining 4:

1. Black Swan 🦢🖤

Commentary: So she sang Barracuda by Heart and damn, she got a strong voice! It’s a really amazing voice, even though the song choice wasn’t my favorite, because it didn’t suit her voice completely and showcase her range, but she was badass (can I say that? Whatever, this is my show, I’ll say it, it’s not THAT bad of a word) tbh. In certain parts, she was like screaming a lot and I was like um maybe this isn’t her best song choice but her voice is amazing! She gives me Seahorse mixed with Flamingo vibes, I love her!

I think she is singer extraordinaire:

Jojo (not Siwa but we have another Jojo on our hands)

Reasoning/Clues: there are so many clues that match but her voice is the main thing that clicked for me that it was her, but let’s look at those clues so you can get the picture:

Wanted Poster with RV highlighted= she appeared in the movie RV with Robin Williams

She talks about being trapped and someone else’s prey and then getting out of it= she was trapped in her record label & there was controversy surrounding it and she had to sue her label for not releasing her music

A 5 on a watch= she toured with 5th harmony and has released 5 albums

Cluedledoo (Rooster) clue= she covered a monster= she covered one of T-Pain aka the Monster from season 1’s songs

2. Piglet 🐷

Commentary: He was my favorite of the night with his rendition of Speechless by Dan + Shay! You guys know if you have seen my recaps in season 3 (or even last week with Robopine) that I have a soft spot for a guy who has a super silky voice, like either boy band type or R&B smooth af kinda vibe (i.e. Fox in season 2, Turtle in season 3, Robopine in season 5).... or should I say any guy who can falsetto and Piglet is giving me those boy band smooth vibes, I love it so much! His voice is soooo familiar I am so sure about this one by the way.

My guess and I am so sure of this is:

Nick Lachey

Reasoning/Clues: This one I recognized immediately, the voice was really easy to figure out, but these clues also are pretty convincing (oh and he was on Ken’s show, I Can See Your Voice, so it’s not surprising that he would be on this show):

The clue package had a dating show vibe = reminiscent of Love is Blind, the Netflix dating show he hosts with his wife Vanessa

The world saw his heart break= he had a very public relationship with his ex-wife Jessica Simpson and they even had a reality show together called Newlyweds

Cluedle-doo clue: “knows how to stay cool even in the heat”= referring to his past aka his boy band 98 degrees (get it? Because that’s the heat and they are cool because they are a boy band... well played Masked Singer well played... I wanna meet whoever makes these clues because they are great with puns and they seem super clever)

3. Chameleon 🦎

Commentary: Chameleon surprised me I am not gonna lie. I thought he was going to be another athlete like Whatchamacallit last season or White Tiger from season 3 because he was so tall but nope he surprised me with his rendition of Ride with Me by Nelly. He seems like a legit rapper and I liked him a lot than I thought I would honestly so this guess isn’t totally out of left field.

My guess is that this is...

Wiz Khalifa

Reasoning/Clues: so yeah, the voice and the height kinda gave it away to me (Wiz is 6 foot 4 inches and his body type matches the chameleon), but also yeah clues I have to give you guys some logic bombs instead of being like eh that voice and height BOOM WIZ KHALIFA... yeah no it doesn’t work like that, so here are the logic bombs hehe:

Dice with 2 and 3 on it= he did a song with Miley Cyrus called 23

007 clue= he has a song called (yes this is real, look it up) James Bong (omg I am trying not to laugh while typing this but whatttt?! Google really is a gem omg 😳😂) and he played James Bond in the music video

His love of technology & “put tech in technicolor”= apparently, the guy is a huge tech geek and has said it in a lot of interviews (wow humans are so complex and cool, I would have never thought that this man is a tech savvy guy... but the more you know I guess <P.S. I Googled half of these things... like idk this off the top of my head duh, I usually go by voice with my guesses and then I google the clues>)

4. Grandpa Monster

Commentary: He sang Mambo No. 5 and yeah it’s a basic choice for a song, but I liked it. He is not my favorite by any means and now that I listen to it again, I can only hear this person and I am not a fan of him like whatsoever (even tho I gotta acknowledge he has changed and I have *I KNOW... I HATE ME TOO* agreed with stuff he has said in his podcast un ironically.... yeah I am so sorry, I hate myself for saying this too... anyways let’s just get to the person I mean

I have a sneaking suspicion that it is (unfortunately):

Logan Paul

Reasoning/Clues: Yup, um... I really hope I am wrong but honestly ever since someone said it in the YouTube comments section of his performance, I can’t un hear it and I am shook honestly (at least it’s not his brother... I mean we can get worse, and he has respected the pandemic and not been a prick like his *cough* brother *cough*... just saying.. oh and if you don’t know what I am talking about or who this is, he’s a YouTuber who got into some um controversy because he filmed a dead body in 2018 so there’s that... oh and his brother has done a billion worse things than him, but you can Google that one if you are interested in finding out more because it’s too much for me to talk about and we are not even talking about Jake (that’s the brother))... Anyways, sorry, I ramble, but ugh the clues seem convincing and it irks me that it is because I am not a fan of neither of these guys and I don’t want them in the show but whatever I guess he’s the lesser of 2 evils:

He was a troublemaking fool as a youngster= yeah probably regarding that suicide forest video a couple of years ago (that ok, lemme give him credit, he has apologized for it and has kind of proven himself... yuck I hate saying that, I am NOT defending him I swear)

Acting out for all eyes on me= he used to be very well known for pranks on his channel back in the day (before the incident) and he did some stupid stuff for clout lemme tell ya (I never liked these guys, like ever, I thought they were weird.... not my demographic I guess, I wasn’t 12 nor a boy)

6 in Xs and Os like football plays = he did play football 🏈 in high school, he was so good that and actually attributes playing football for long term brain damage he has that makes him as the Wikipedia article says it (I am legit gonna quote what it says because I thought it was fascinating) “affects his ability to have empathy and a human connection with others.” (Mind you, he himself claimed this according to this article)

“Acting out”= he has acted in a few things before and starred in The Thinning

Web with the shooting star= he is a web star, get it? YouTube... web star... hehe again these clue writers are *chef’s kiss*

Cluedle-doo clue: he has trained for battle= now his new thing is boxing and he has trained for actual fights before, his first one being against British YouTuber KSI which he lost... oh and I almost forgot, how can I forget this cute little detail.... he is set to fight Floyd Mayweather this summer apparently... OH AND DID I MENTION HE IS MAKING 5 MILLION DOLLARS FROM THIS DEAL?! He’s winning either way with this fight like damn... but that wasn’t part of it, I just thought it was trippy... again I say, Google is a gem, u find some interesting reads

Ok so that’s it (what a great note to end on lol)! I hope you guys enjoy! Sorry for it being so long and taking so much time to do.. it’s been a crazy last couple of days! I will try to get the next one this upcoming weekend so I’ll see you guys then. (Ohhh btw I now live tweet the show on my Twitter- @photolover82 so if you want to follow me on there and live tweet with me, that can be fun!) Bye guys and don’t forget to like, comment, and do all the social media-y things, you know the drill!

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hello it's me! sorry for the wait :')

im so glad you liked the stages! and yeah omg they always cover bts so well, i really esp love the dna cover and the black swan cover. bts was my gateway into kpop so i used to really like them! now i only listen casually lol. and yes those aaa stages from before, I actually have seen those...they were very good. leedo 👀 and yes! i loved that in the valkyrie, and in some of the lit stages too, they changed up the choreo. made it more fun to watch!

oooh i see! leedo is a very good reason to get into oneus. especially leedo during no diggity era, that one sparkly black outfit was really it. seoho ❤️ he really does creep up on you! i'd say he's definitely one of my biases but it took me a while to admit it. he's so good at everything ❤️ our precious hexagon prince

my favorite songs! hard to name just a few as you said, but definitely bingbing, luna, plastic flower, aswe, tbontb, lion heart, what you doing, connect with us, intro window, etc. i love so many of them :) what about you!?

i actually haven't seen the dive studios videos yet, i was planning on watching them before i sent you another ask but then i got busy and still hadn't seen them and it's been almost a week now (sry!!!!) so i just decided to send the ask anyway. i'll watch them soon, promise!!

do you have any favorite leedo or seoho moments? i'm gathering inspiration

hello dear! no problem <3

bts were my gateway too haha i feel like that's so common today. as my spotify wrapped shows i've also kinda fallen out of love this year but what can you do. New obsessions took over i guess. Also - speaking in metaphors - i finally got back together with stray kids after a year long relationship break lmao

I didn't know they also had some changes for the lit stages!! i love that what did they change?

No Diggity leedo just hits different man! the red satin-y outfit is my favourite i'll never get over the sparkly stars in his face contrasted to his aggressive rapping i love him uwu

Seoho just came in, did a backflip, sang talking to the moon, argued with leedo and that was all i needed oops

How long have you been into Oneus btw?

top 2 songs will Always be TBONTB and Come Back Home those are just too good i could listen on repeat for days i think. Everything after that idk man but i really love red thread, lion heart and intro window!

still not over the intro window video tbh that shit made me scream it was So good and i love those kind of album promotions aH

No worries about not watching the dive vids yet!! and replying late! it's totally okay honestly the vids are good as like short pick-me-ups at the end of a day they're just fun

hmmmm favourite moments? ur putting me on the spot here haha

i love the video where leedo xion and woong get to play with that tiny puppy; or whenever leedo stays an unbothered king while getting bullied lmao

i can't think of anything specific for seoho rn tbh. love when he's being a little shit; love when he covers songs; love when he ✨ exists ✨

i hope you have a lovely day! <33