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I have such mad respect for people who can grind Path of Terra farming in Star Stable. How do you do it??? It's so absolutely mind numbing. There is nothing enjoyable about it, it's just excessively tedious (and clunky) repetitious clicking
Anything requiring precision clicking in SSO is gonna be clunky, so a whole mechanic that is just that? For like 20-30 minutes harvesting and replanting an entire garden? Awful. Miserable. Wretched. I don't know how some of you guys have the patience and I am in awe of you.
#sso#ssoblr#god I wish we could 'save' our favorite garden plot set ups#and then just click one button to harvest and replant an entire section of the garden#instead of one at a time.#is it a mouse sensitivity thing?? I feel like every computer I've played on has always just been clunky with a mouse#although we all know SSO has not great controls#they just aren't that smooth they don't usually feel that great#'like driving a boat' I know someone said once haha#like horseback is generally okay or at least okay enough#but my god is it such a difference going to another game that has tight and snappy controls and mouse precision#and I generally LIKE farming in games#but SSO's farming? uuuUUGH I can't stand it I only did it enough to finish out Terra
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What Booktrope Is Your Future Love Story?
Hi, Hexlings!
This pick-a-card reading is for my Patreon All Tiers. This pick-a-card reading is all about what book trope is your future love story.
This is a general reading, remember to take what resonates and leave what does not. This reading does not supplement your need to seek professional help. Tarot should be used as entertainment and not a for sure answer to your problems but as a guide, a sense of hope, and amusement.
Take your time when choosing your pile. Ask yourself the question and choose the picture that you can’t stop looking at. Listen to your intuition.
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Pile l:
What book trope is your future love story? Oracle: Wedding, Children, Love Yourself First, Calling in Your Soulmate, Passion.
Soulmates X Sworn Off Love. Pile l you probably have been through the ringer when it comes to finding "the one". Time and time again people have disappointed you and you have mostly given up on love. You are in the headspace of if love happens great if not, you don't care because you are currently focusing on yourself right now or will soon be focusing on yourself. I always find it wild because usually when you give up on finding love and you focus on yourself you end up meeting your soulmate. For clarity, when I mean focusing on yourself I mean better yourself and seeing growth of who you are as a person and growing your career not just sitting at home pretending to not think of love. When you focus on yourself it has to be for yourself not to bring in a relationship. It kind of defeats the purpose, it's like washing and drying off at the same time. Did you work on the parts of yourself that needs to be "fixed" so you arent doing more harm than good (energetically attracting the same people)? During this time of swearing off love you need to be healing and reminding yourself that you are worthy of a healthy love, nothing is wrong with you, and you are amazing. Your soulmate is out there waiting to love you out loud, passionately, and whole heartedly. Patreon Link
Pile ll:
What book trope is your future love story? Oracle: Free Yourself, Passion, Engagement, Playfulness, Pay attention to red flags, Chemistry
Enemies to Lovers X Alpha Hero X "Insta love". Because you have been burned in the past, you refuse to let another person smooth talk their way into your heart so you put up a wall for some of you. You may also have been attracted to Pile l but for others of you, there's something about this person where you feel the need to look for red flags every time you hang out with this person. You don't know if it's your paranoia or if there is indeed something wrong with this person but either way you slowly but surely lower your defenses and see this person for who they are and end up seeing that this person actually wants to get to know you and not waste your time. There will be an instant connection and for some of you this may possibly be one of the triggers to up your defenses because maybe you aren't the type to believe in "Love at first sight" but either way you will definitely give this person hell for a little bit. What I mean by that is you will be sarcastic (playfully) and basically make them jump through hopes in order to prove their worth to you and boy do they love jumping. Patreon Link
Pile lll:
What book trope is your future love story? Oracle: Trust, Stay Optimistic about your love life, finances and career, Romantic feelings, Give your relationship a chance, & Healing family issues.
Second Chance X Workplace X Opposites Attract. This pile has multiple messages but overall I feel this pile is mostly for those who have an on again off again relationship. Some of you may be with no contact with your person while others of you are in contact but not together and want to get back together but aren't sure. The few of you the other message is this person you could possibly know from work and you aren't sure whether you should give this person a try because of the saying "Don't shit where you sleep." Trust your gut to know if this will be a good idea or not it's never a bad thing to test the waters. If this person is mature and not a man-child where you will regret even considering this, I say go for it. You never know how far it will go. Now, for the vast majority of you with exes and on-again-off-again relationships...there seems to be some healing that needs to happen within the relationship. Some of you or maybe even your person acts the way they do because they never had a good example of how to treat, act, and go about relationships in a healthy way so they act out. My suggestion if you can afford to is going to couples therapy or establishing boundaries and better communication with each other on what is okay and what is not. Maybe even doing a trial period if you still aren't sure if you should give in to this person. Patreon Link
Pile lV:
What book trope is your future love story? Oracle: Chemistry, Playfulness, Engagement, Worth Waiting for, New Love, Free Yourself, Express Your Love, Attraction.
Friends to Lovers X Fling. This pile was kind of tricky to place into a book trope it was as if the possibilities for you are endless but I settled on Friends to lovers and possibly a fling-turned relationship. Either way, this person coming in could either be a new person in general who becomes a good friend that you develop feelings for a fling that is someone new and you develop feelings for either way this relationship is playful, fun, and light-hearted. You feel this person is exactly what the doctor ordered. Some of you may not want to get into a serious relationship right now because of either trauma or you just aren't ready for it so being with this person will feel very casual and fun. For whatever reason I feel like this person will make you feel like a kid at the fair. No worries, just fun in the sun. There is definitely a lot of attraction for each other and you will feel free to be yourself as well. For some of you, this may lead to an engagement while for others of you this is just something that will pass the time. Patreon Link
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. ⋆⠀⁺ BURN YOUR FINGERTIPS / library
jenson button x reader
when jenson sends you letter after letter, you give him attention and a part of your heart but does he handle it carefully or are you one of the girls?
jenson button holds the reputation of being a notorious flirt because of his natural charm, the smooth contact of finger gazing on the other person's arm or back, and the effortless comfort of fitting in any situation, wherever he knows the people or not. he's a winner in that sense, can never stops himself to talk to whoever is available.
the brit could charm his way out of an interview, literally anything, if we're being honest.
you, on the other hand, are simpler, much more introverted and less likely to be interested in chatting with absolte strangers. this isn't your kind of thing, though it doesn't mean you'll sit quietly in a group sitting. it's depending on the people you surround yourself with, the current mood and how low your social battery is.
so the letter attached to a small box does surprise you but you don't think too much about it as you have to rush out of your door to get your bus. the gifts rest in your right hand and the other closes the door. you can't be arsed to wait for the next bus, which will leave in about an hour — you just want to buy a few groceries and maybe browse through the local bookshop.
on the way to the bus station, you stuff the box in your bag and open the letter. the first thing you notice is the texture of the paper — it doesn't feel as light as the conventional paper used for everything and it's more grainy and slightly yellowish, remainding you of handmade paper your sibling and you did with your grandparents summers ago. you unfold it. your name is written down with a dearest in front of it, making you heart tumble in your chest, eyes fleeting downwards, where the writer's name stands. jenson b.
his words are sweet and the invite is welcoming you like a warm embrace. he gives fantastic hugs.
but there's a big fat why swirling in your head.
sure, you both work in the same field, enjoying racing, especially formula one racing, however that's the only comment ground. and mark. but that's all.
you've never been alone with him, never talked without anyone else there, never exchanged personal information and desires.
he must be enchanted by you, but why? and how?
the whole thing is seems like a crush type of situation, you've experienced at the age of fourteen to sixteen on several classmates and other students.
at home you open the small box carefully, tracing the beads made out of porcelain. a beautiful piece which fits right into your collection. you snap a picture of it, dangling from your wrist, to send it to the gifter, who's number you don't have. instagram will have to do the trick.
the following day, you come home to another small box sitting on your doormat, a letter underneath it. this time the beads aren't the usual white but multicoloured, glowing in the dim light the lamp spends.
like the first letter, jenson has used the same textured paper and asks for a date, number attached. you're quick to agree, shooting him a message to which he responds in the next few minutes.
in only a few days, he's standing outside of your flat, your favourite flowers in one hand, wearing a lose button down and dress pants. jenson looks good, and if he wasn't your coworker you'd totally invite him in after the dinner date.
as you've already expected, jenson is the ideal date, table booked at a cute restaurant with a nice view and you have your fun sharing lots of different appetisers. you feel great and comfortable, laughing at his silly jokes though you can move on more serious topics without hindering the flow. and the end of the night, the brit drives you home and you find another letter in your handbag, doodles on the side.
maybe this is how it's supposed to be.
when you run into jense at work, quite literally like shoulders slamming against each other, you feel his hand brush yours and the weight of a paper note between your fingers.
"hey jense", you mumble, happiness floating your body at the sight of the man. there's a bright smile on his thin lips and his hair looks fluffy as if he woke up just minutes ago. "you look good."
"but not as good as you, sweets", he cooes, "can't compete with a beauty like you. did you get my letter?"
you nod. "couse I did. you should think about writing a booklet about love poems, they're phenomenal."
"then they wouldn't be from the depth of my heart." He winks before continuing his walk down the paddock, fingers brushing his hair away to the side. his tall figure weaves effortlessly though the throng of mechanics, media personal and other workers, and you start to miss him again.
the note in your hand reads "you have a place in my heart no one else ever could have" and you immediately know its by fitzgerald, a topic discussed on the phone nights ago.
you receive another letter but don't see the man himself for two weeks. only three weeks after you get a glimpse of him across the garages, chatting up a woman your age from a different team. she's blushing, eyes fluttering every few seconds and giggles leave her mouth as jenson touches her elbow, before handing her a letter.
its the same tone of paper, probably the exact material.
at the sight your heart shatters and you feel used, a part of his game, weaving girl after girl 'round his finger.
sure, you know and have already known beforehand of his reputation though he has a way to make someone feel special, treats them lovingly, which let's you forget about it. you thought you were different, close to his heart, but he moves on, giving every willing woman a place in his heart another woman had already filled before her. its a cycle and you are a part of it.
what happens next is your decision — move on or confront him?
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I know that this is probably because you don't render Bill's body hair (you specifically mentioned his unshaved legs in the text!), but for some reason I'm disappointed that we don't see any fuzz poking from the bikini. Not, like, for sexual or scandal reasons, it just... feels like he'd be showing fuzz. It's so hard not to if you don't shave. Possibly intentionally, if it let him put another yellow triangle on his body.
Yeah, that's a detail I specifically thought about. I assume that Gravity Falls is much like the rest of the US, in that the women shave/wax their legs, pits, and bikini lines, and the vast majority of the men don't.
So, since Bill doesn't shave either, I figure that (after excluding beards & chest hair) he looks exactly as hairy as the average man in Gravity Falls. Such as the hair on the pits, groins, and legs of all these men:
Notice that (minotaur fur aside), all their pits, legs, and happy trails are baby-smooth.
When Gravity Falls wants to indicate EXCESSIVE hairiness, they do it through chest hair and, rarely, arm hair, on occasion making that hair look as thick as fur:
And that's it. (Notice that in the fire hydrant scene, which was used specifically as a "Dipper Wishes He Was This Grown Up & Masculine" scene: still no pit hair.)
Manotaurs aside, I was only able to find two examples of men depicted with leg hair. (And, in Sprott's case, maybe pit hair, though it's ambiguous.)
In both of these cases, the leg (and pit) hair are drawn on as jokes about how disgusting these men's near-naked bodies are.
I doubt that every male resident & tourist in a rural Oregon town waxes his pits & legs. Stan, the Manotaurs, America guy, the cops, Old Man McGucket who lives in a junkyard?? They are not shaving their pits. All the men pictured above probably have normal quantities of body hair; they just aren't illustrated in the show, because that's a detail the show decided wasn't significant to illustrate—like irises, or fingernails, or half the characters' ear folds.
The only time men's body hair is illustrated is to indicate that it's excessive and the only time it's added to pits or legs is to indicate that it's disgusting.
I did my research before deciding how to draw Bill! Based on the visual language that the show uses, if I had drawn his body hair—pits, legs, bikini line in any combination—I would have indicated that he's hairier than everyone else in town, and that it's disgusting enough to warrant rendering in greater detail than anybody else's body hair.
And going "HEY EVERYBODY! LOOK AT HOW THE CHARACTER WITH TITS DIDN'T WAX HIS BIKINI LINE!! ISN'T IT UNIQUE AND NOTEWORTHY HOW HE DIDN'T WAX HIS BIKINI LINE? EVERYBODY CHECK OUT ALL THAT HAIR POKING OUT! THIS SURE IS WAY MORE NOTEWORTHY AND DISTRACTING ON A CHARACTER WITH TITS THAN IT WOULD BE ON ANY CHARACTER WITHOUT TITS, SINCE WE NEVER BOTHER TO DRAW THEIR HAIR—BUT LOOK AT THIS ONE'S HAIR! IT'S WAAAY MORE ATTENTION-GRABBING THAN IT WOULD BE ON SOMEONE ELSE'S BODY!"
... is the exact opposite of what I want to do.
And I offer that as free advice to other artists, because this is something I keep seeing artists do: if you're giving a character a detail that isn't usually depicted in your chosen art style—body hair's a really common example—ask yourself if you're adding that detail on to every character that has that detail. If you are, great! But if you aren't, and if it turns out it's only one or two characters whose body hair you've fixated on... maaaybe ask yourself why, and what signal you're sending by highlighting that detail with them and only them.
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MEETING OF FAMILIES
PART ONE
pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader
request: hii! i loved your one shot "meeting of families" and as much as it is a one shot it would be interesting to have a part 2 with charles asking her out, him being totally a gentleman and their first kiss 🥺
authors note: prob can have errors cause I didn't review, I got a major headache anyways hope u like it!
☆. . . masterlist !
After the dinner with Y/N's family, Charles realized that he needed to see her again. It had dawned on him that he hadn't even gotten her phone number.
So, like any reasonable person would do, he decided to track down Arthur.
"I need her number," he stated.
"Why?" Arthur asked, teasing his brother as usual.
"I want to ask her out," Charles admitted.
"Just promise not to mess things up, okay? I don't want things to get awkward between me and Carla."
Before Arthur could give him Y/N's number, their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. To their surprise, it was Carla and none other than Y/N herself.
"We came to bring Charles his shirt that Y/N accidentally stained with wine," Carla said, her smile widening as she noticed the exchanged glances between her sister and Charles.
Carla's playful comment sent a slight blush to Y/N's cheeks. She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the small smile that tugged at her lips.
Arthur chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. "Well, perfect timing. Charles was just asking for your number, Y/N."
Y/N's gaze flickered to Charles, surprise dancing in her eyes. "My number?"
Charles nodded, trying to sound casual despite the nervous excitement bubbling within him. "Yeah, I thought maybe we could go out sometime."
Y/N's smile grew, and she exchanged a quick look with her sister before turning her attention back to Charles. "I'd like that," she replied, her voice soft and genuine.
"Great!" Charles exclaimed, feeling a surge of happiness at Y/N's positive response. He couldn't help but grin, his nervousness dissipating with her warm smile.
Arthur winked playfully. "Well, since that's sorted, how about you two head out on your date right now?"
Y/N laughed, and Charles glanced at her with a hopeful look. "What do you say, Y/N? Are you up for a spontaneous adventure?"
Her eyes sparkled with amusement, and she nodded, her voice playful. "Sure, why not? Let's do it."
Charles's heart raced at her enthusiasm. "Awesome. Let's go then."
With a casual goodbye to Arthur and Carla, Charles and Y/N headed out into the night. He led her towards his car, and as they drove through the streets of Monaco, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anticipation. The city was alive with lights, and the cool breeze tousled their hair.
They drove through the enchanting streets of Monaco, the soft glow of streetlights casting a romantic ambiance over the city. The cool breeze tousled their hair as Charles navigated the winding roads, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel.
Y/N leaned back in her seat, a contented smile playing on her lips. "Monaco is really something else at night, huh?"
Charles stole a glance at her, his heart warming at the sight of her enjoying the view. "Yeah, it's magical. But you make it even more special."
Her cheeks flushed with a blush, and she playfully rolled her eyes. "Smooth talker, aren't you?"
He grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Hey, I'm just stating the truth."
They continued to chat and laugh as they cruised through the city, Charles occasionally stealing glances at Y/N when he thought she wasn't looking. He marveled at how easy it was to be around her, how their conversation flowed effortlessly, as if they had known each other for much longer than they actually had.
Eventually, they arrived at the quaint restaurant Charles had chosen for their date. The dimly lit interior created an intimate atmosphere, and Y/N's eyes lit up in appreciation.
"This place is lovely," she remarked as they were escorted to their table.
Charles grinned, holding out her chair for her. "I'm glad you like it. I thought we could use some privacy."
Y/N winked playfully. "Privacy, huh? Is that your way of saying you're tired of people recognizing you everywhere?"
He chuckled as he took his seat across from her. "Maybe just a little."
As evening wrapped up, their laughter and conversation flowed seamlessly, painting the canvas of a perfect night. The restaurant's soft lighting danced in Y/N's eyes, making them sparkle even more. Charles found himself captivated by every expression that flitted across her face.
As the night drew to a close, Charles paid the bill, and they both stood up from the table. The air was filled with a mixture of excitement and a hint of reluctance as they realized their time together was coming to an end.
Outside, the city lights still illuminated the streets, casting a romantic glow over the surroundings. Charles took a step closer to Y/N, his heart beating a little faster. He wanted to kiss her, but he also didn't want to rush things. Yet, he couldn't ignore the magnetic pull between them any longer.
"You know," Y/N began with a playful glint in her eyes, "I've heard that goodnight kisses are a must after a date like this."
Charles couldn't help but chuckle, feeling a pleasant warmth spreading through him. "Is that so?"
She nodded, her smile infectious. "Mhmm. It's like a rule or something."
With a mixture of boldness and a hint of nervousness, he took a step closer, their bodies almost brushing against each other. "Well, who am I to break the rules?"
His words were barely a whisper as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in the softest of touches. It was a gentle, tentative kiss that held a promise of more to come. Y/N's lips were soft and warm, and he felt a surge of electricity course through him.
When they finally pulled back, the air was charged with a new energy. Y/N's cheeks were flushed, her eyes locked onto his. Charles couldn't help but smile, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and contentment.
"That," Y/N murmured, her voice slightly breathless, "was definitely worth the wait."
Charles grinned, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I couldn't agree more."
The city around them seemed to fade away as they stood there, wrapped in the moment they had created together. And as they shared one more lingering look, it was clear that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey they were embarking on together.
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Okay I have finally thought of an ask! Not sure if you remember me or not but that's okay. It kinda has to do with the summoning through pacts. I was wondering if you could write something along the lines of an MC who is usually calm, but a MC having a panic attack or is just scared and accidentally summons a brother? I'd like to request all of the brothers or even the dateables but I don't want to ask that much. Do whoever you want with this ask if you do it at all! ❤️❤️
Hi I totally remember you and never forgot this but got way too in my own head about it. I think I crawled back out now. Thanks for being patient with me. ♥ So first of all, I love the concept of accidentally summoning someone to you. Sure, the actual summoning spell is great, but the idea of panic-summoning and maybe not even fully intentionally? Amazing. I started writing how they'd comfort you but got too in my head trying to do everyone (and not feel like i was rehashing Burnout), so I have a few that are spawning future updates to Burnout (for the new side characters), and then some one-offs I'll share as I finish them as well. But! Here are some thoughts I had on alternative summonings when upset.
Characters: Everyone! :) and a GN!MC (reader) Rating: G Word Count: ~2.3k Tagging: references to MC struggling mentally/emotionally, some fluffy affection, mostly a think piece on unintended summoning. Spoiler warnings for OG game, most notably for end of season 2, a bit of season 3, and vaguely part of season 4. Nothing too big, but there nonetheless.
Lucifer's Ring of Light is a perfect fidget piece. Spinning it around your finger, rubbing your thumb along the band, pressing on the edges of the stones to let the dull pinch ground you. It's always there on your finger, always present, always twinkling in the corner of your eye as a reminder you aren't alone. It is not his any longer, but that doesn't mean he isn't still aware of it, that a little piece of him isn't still present in a little piece of its inherent magic. And when you're spinning it and digging it into your palm and distressed, he feels an echo of that pain. It pulls him to you. Perhaps, in your own way, you're admitting you need his presence, his strength, his help, and he is not about to start abandoning his loved ones now.
With Mammon's keychain of that chocolate lizard, your thumb knew all the grooves, the smooth spots and the rough ones, the little spot where paint was chipped away that you knew you shouldn't pick at but it just happened anyway, your nail catching on the rough edge. You fidget with it when anxious because you know Mammon used to fidget with it just the same, and isn't that comforting, to know that even a powerful ancient fallen angel would run his thumb along the very same ridges you do? It's almost like you can still feel the warmth of his touch there. And you can't really think your First Man ain't gonna know you as well as he knows himself, can you? That he doesn't know when you need him, when you're tuggin' on the pact like that?
Leviathan's script he gave you? You've memorized it by now. In times when everything is spiraling, you remember your favorite lines, the ones that remind you to stay strong. You recite them to yourself between shaking breaths. Because when you can't be strong and cool and calm yourself, sometimes it helps to put yourselves in the shoes of Henry, the shoes of the Romantic Lead, the shoes of the characters written to always have a happy ending. It is, you realize, the same way Levi puts himself in the shoes of the Lord of Shadows, wrapping the cool-clever-badass-strong cloak around him as an armor. There's no Lord of Shadows without his Henry, and there's no you without him. And just like how in book six, the Lord of Shadows gets accidentally bound to Henry with a spell and is able to feel when Henry's in need and the Lord of Shadows leaves his lair without knowing where he's really going just knowing that he's needed and he ends up following this magical instinctive pull to find Henry and get to him just in time to save him from his enemies who were-- ...well, let's just say that Levi won't leave you to fight your mind alone for long.
Satan wasn't wrong that cats are perfect for calming the emotional storm inside you. They're good little listeners, and their company is a great distraction from the voices in your head. Watching the little fuzzballs roll around, or nap in a sunbeam, or prowl through the grass, it distracts you from all the frustration and anxiety and worries. Whether it's watching neighborhood cats, or visiting a cafe, or popping into a shelter, you've taken to Satan's favorite hack for handling your wayward emotions. On the really bad days, it's nice to know you can vent and cry to them and they won't judge you or tell anyone your secrets. But did you forget, MC, the stories about cats that traverse the realms? They won't ever tell anyone, but they might wander from you to their favorite place in the Devildom and they might headbutt a certain blond demon's shin and chirp for him to follow them. They are, after all, very good listeners. And so is he.
With Asmodeus, you look at the photos of him on your phone, at your selfies together and how big you smiled beside him. You blink away burning tears to focus on how he looks not at the camera but at you, his body angled not to show his best side (which is every side of course) but to press always closer to you, and how no matter where you two were or what was happening your smiles were always so bright and genuine with him. When everything feels like too much and not worth it and you feel trapped and cornered by situations beyond your control, you find yourself clutching your phone and swiping through hundreds of pictures of laughter and kisses and hugs and twirls and snuggles and you whisper a promise that one day, soon, we'll be together again. Sooner than you expect, of course, because did you really think that he wouldn't feel your burning need for him across realms, hon?
Beelzebub just has to be comfort food, our precious glutton. When life without your demons is getting you down, it's the salty snacks, the sweet treats, the tubs of ice cream with the chunks of something extra to dig for like buried treasure. And whenever you indulge, you can't help but think of your gentle giant and what he'd have to say about everything. He'd be happy you're eating, of course, and then what would he think of your human world snacks? Which makes you think of your favorite Devildom snacks, and that just hits you with a fresh wave of homesickness. But somewhere out there, a realm away, one particular Avatar just gets this feeling, you know? Like the way he knows when Belphie is craving quetzalcoatl brains, or is napping in the garden. Just that instinct. And his instinct is telling him you need your favorite cupcakes. Surely Lucifer will understand how vital it is he takes these three dozen cupcakes to the human world right now. And if he doesn't, well, that argument with his brother can wait until after your craving is satisfied.
Belphegor of course is our star-gazing boy, and while you like the idea of looking into the sky to seek out any possible shared stars to look at with him, you can't always see the stars at night everywhere, and the human realm has day and night cycles that hide them for at least half the day anyhow. For Belphie, you have a pillow from him (that he either gifted or didn't complain about your stealing) that you keep with you -- not for sleeping, but for comfort. A pillow to smother your tears on the rough nights, a pillow to pummel on your frustrated days. A pillow you curl around and snuggle for a memory of contact now distant. And when you drift off in those fitful sleeps of exhaustion, you wander in your dreams to another dream unknowingly. He's with you when you rest, and the moment he can get away from Lucifer's watchful gaze, he'll be there to tug the pillow out of your arms to crawl into your embrace himself.
With Diavolo, well, he knows things. Usually it's because of Barbatos, or Lucifer, or his familiars, but you? MC, you're so much more precious than the 'usual'. If asked by anyone who doesn't know him well enough to call him out, he'd say the charm he placed on you was simply for matters of Devildom security-- after all, you know possibly too much, and that could make you a target to the wrong people! (Barbatos politely does not point out that it's because he misses you so much and wants to see what you're doing.) It's not that he wants to intrude on your life or anything, it's important you have the chance to be as wonderfully human as you are, but he just worries. Are you alright? Are you comfortable? You'd mentioned once the extravagance of the brothers' lifestyle, do you have enough income? The charm is just a minor thing, a little thing, just to make sure you're well. And when you aren't? Well, paperwork and meetings will wait.
With Barbatos, he's just such a badass god-like time lord, we don't even need a pact to be connected to him. You had brought up the idea of a pact once, and he had just given you that dangerous smirk and demurred that it wasn't so much a pact you desired, surely, as his company and his attention, both of which were already yours. It seemed like such a smooth line at the time, but you didn't realize the extent of it. How you're a bright twinkling point on every timeline for him, how you are the center of every universe he knows, how he orients himself in any reality by looking to you. So when something is wrong, when you're falling apart or in danger, it's like the spiderweb crackling of a timeline splitting. Like an itch at the back of his throat, an ache behind his eyes. The choices are to let you suffer alone, or to teleport himself to your side and help you through. Do you even have to wonder which option he chooses?
Simeon may have a complicated relationship with his blessing and his celestial light, with his place and his purpose, but one thing has never felt complicated: you. Every baked good he ever made for you was made with pure love, and every gift he bestowed -- from a little sheep plush sewn by hand to earrings made from his own feathers -- had all of his hopes and wishes and prayers for you inside them. Maybe that's why squeezing the soft little plush fills you with such warmth and comfort, and why the brush of the feather against your neck feels like a kiss. When you're struggling and upset, the gifts from Simeon make you feel grounded just a little more. And perhaps it's a prayer answered for him, too, that he just has a feeling when it's time to go visit you.
Solomon has been watching out for you longer than you know. It started in the little ways, simple defensive spells and barriers to protect you, reminding demons who looked a little too closely at you who precisely he was and what he could do. It graduated to teaching you to defend yourself, and gifting you various magical trinkets and charms to help focus and direct your growing magics. You still don't really know all the ways that he keeps an eye on you. But he does. Nothing is more important than you. When one of his spells alerts him that you're upset or in distress, well. He just so happened to be in the neighborhood, MC, and what a lucky coincidence that is!
Luke is such a literal perfect little angel baby. One who gave you his blessing, to protect you even when he can't. Everyone teases him for being so young, but he knows that you are the one human he wants to guide and shelter and protect. And sure, when he gave his blessing, it was under the assumption you might need protection from demons or fae, from magic and shadow. But that doesn't mean his blessing doesn't also guide and protect you in times of need that aren't external, MC. When you're at your lowest and feeling completely alone, he feels the pull, feels your pain, and what sort of guardian angel would he be if he left you alone?
Mephistopheles you don't have a pact with (yet?), but imagine your magic ripping open a portal to him without your conscious intent when you're feeling small and lonely and just so badly miss him and want him with you. Maybe you think of him because of the kindness he has shown himself capable of; maybe you think of him because you know he's the least likely person to tell the brothers or anyone else about you having a meltdown. And he's startled and confused when this portal opens before him, the magic somewhat familiar but certainly not demonic, and he warily steps through half-expecting some idiotic prank of one of the brothers only to find you curled up and small and fragile and all of his complaints and questions can wait. After all, clearly you can't even manage your own magic right now, so someone has to keep you from causing trouble.
With Thirteen, it's the little conversation crystal that she gifted you during The Three Worlds' Fair. Perhaps you turned it into a pendant, or perhaps it's just always in your bag or pocket, kept close as a charm for good luck and reminder of the fact you aren't alone. You don't think it would actually work across realms but still hold it tightly and whisper your frustrations or fears or doubts into it just to get things off your chest. But between your magic and hers, it does still connect, and she does hear your outbursts. And at first she just lets it happen, quietly charmed and amused you would use her gift as a secret diary. But when you're really struggling? Well. Reapers are meant to move between realms, you know. There's nowhere she won't go for you.
And Raphael is not an angel to be summoned on the whim of some human. But he is incredibly observant (even if he sometimes doesn't 'read a room' well). He is the one who reads between your lines more than you expected, more than you intended, more perhaps than you want. He sees the tension you hold, the dark circles under your eyes, the way your smiles are just a little slow and empty; he hears the silences where he expects to hear laughter or humming or conversation. And he nearly ignores it, because it's not his business, and you have plenty of other devoted fans already flocking to you, but then he realizes that in those moments you don't. In your pain, you are alone, and that is the most jarring observation of them all. So perhaps it is up to him to correct this cosmic error, and be the one to support the human who supports everyone else.
I hope you still enjoy, even if it's not exactly what you had in mind! ♥ and when i get around to the other little things this spawned, i'll tag you if you'd like.
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Not a request for full stories (unless you want to later on) Just typical mer eggs's rambles
But we will need to think about something about jade in captivity now. Maybe a small ramble?
What if both the twins were caught together maybe?
Ooooooo What if Floyd and/or Jade were the princess's present instead of Azul!!!
What if the princess wasn't the first born and wasn't married off?
Sincerely,
Mer Eggs Anon (idk why I sign off so weirdly every time lol-)
Jade in captivity!!!! Oh, he's a menace, even more so than Floyd usually is. Jade will intentionally act like he isn't super intelligent and witty when he's interacting with the researchers just so they won't think anything more of his capabilities. He keeps a lot of things about himself hidden, like the fact that he can mostly understand human speech and body language after observing it for so long. He is cooperative when it comes to the usual check-ups, but he draws the line at things like the researchers trying to poke and prod at intimate, sensitive areas like his gills or slit or fins. Jade smiles so cordially, speaking in calm clicks (though none of the researchers ever know that he's cursing them or saying terrible things about them in mermish lol).
His vocabulary isn't the biggest when it comes to human words, but he knows most of the basics. It's how he's able to communicate a little with you, but he waits a very long time before he actually speaks to you, gauging your threat level and whether or not he both trusts you enough to be entertaining and also if he likes you. You're so used to hearing his clicks and whistles and chitters, so when you hear a silky-smooth "Good morning," from him you nearly jump out of your skin. orz Jade loves to surprise...
:o omg if Floyd and Jade were gifted to Reader instead of Azul... there are so many possibilities. Unlike Azul who has mostly civil relations with the palace staff (up until the day he's transferred back to the sea, that is), Floyd and Jade are fearsome and unsettling. They intentionally scare the staff, only ever softening when you're around. They're small and mostly harmless as elvers (only because it's an unfamiliar environment and they have to assess every danger while conserving energy in case they do need to drop the harmless act and fight), so it's a great shock when they both quickly outgrow their tank. They grow to be such big, strong eels. T_T it terrifies the staff whenever they pass the pool and spy the twins peering out from the depths, but you've never once been scared. Sure, the twins can be...odd with their morbid humor and way of doing things, but they're your friends and they've never given you a reason to fear them.
In the event that you aren't betrothed, things are pleasant. You live within the palace, spending plenty of time with the both of them. When they reach sexual maturity and breeding season rolls around, things get difficult. You don't know nearly as much about eel mers as you should, so when they're coaxing you into the pool you feel a little worried. You don't trust their sticky smiles and drawling voices, and the way their bodies flush so brightly, the patterns nearly hypnotic with how vivid they are, something stirs within you. You feel bad about running off when they may need your help, but it's the first time you've felt unsafe around them.
The twins resolve to try a gentler, less direct approach. One way or another, you'll eventually find yourself sandwiched between them, their tails curling between your legs in the water. Even though you aren't betrothed, it's still a scandal if the princess falls pregnant before she's even found someone to marry. The circumstances are a little unique, though. Even the physician can't quite wrap their head around how it's possible, but the proof lies in your womb. Jade and Floyd filled you with two entire clutches and it leaves you so unwieldy and gravid. But you're just too precious. Now that they've claimed you as theirs, you won't ever have to entertain the idea of marriage to another human. :)
It may get boring living out cyclical days in the palace pool, but at least they have you. And one day they'll find a way to escape back to the sea. Once they do, they'll take you and the fry with them to pursue a happily ever after in the ocean. <3
#twisted chit chat#mer eggs anon#yandere twst#tw: oviposition#tw: pregnancy#n/sfw#i love the way you sign off!!! it feels like reading the ending of a letter hehe :D
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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 ₊˚ˑ༄
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bl4cktourmaline request: yahoo~ bee! it's me again:33 I saw the requests are open? If it is and I'm not tripping then may I request for Lyney with an oblivious reader who is a big fan of his and they are like... mutual pining for each other but they aren't even aware of it that it's become annoyingly sweet lol
Words can't describe how I love this man
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hey hey! You're not tripping don't worry I see our mental state is similar lol But omg help I love it!! Down for Lyney too won't lie-
But omg, I kinda wanna write part 2 of this!! If I'll still feel like doing this after my requests are all done and I don't forget, I'll def be continuing this!
Anyway tho... I hope you enjoy! I personally kinda like it so I really hope you do too ^^
*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic/fluff
At this point Lynette and Freminet were watching you two. Even if they were 2km afar, they could still see you two and could only sigh about the view.
Lyney gave you another rainbow rose. It was like... 24 day strike by now! He gave you one every day, and every single time in a different time. First time it magically appeared in his hand, yesterday he pulled it out from ear your ear and today he "found it" in your tea!! How's even that possible?!
"For you, mon cherie~"
"Awh, thank you! I actually got something for you as well!"
"Oh really? Now what could it be... maybe you got me a reward for my latest magic show?"
"Well... yeah you could think so! Though I actually mean it as a gift for being such an amazing person for me!"
He could only chuckle as he took small box from you. His cheeks flushed gently but somehow, it just didn't got through his scalp what you really meant...
"Well isn't that sweet! Now what could we... ah- that's my favorite cake! How did you know?"
"I just happened to remember it. It's the least I could do for all the gifts you gave me recently."
But maybe it wasn't just him who was being a bit blunt here. You were as well, he was giving you rainbow roses every day, flowers meaning he loves you and yet, you just couldn't notice that special meaning...
"Should we finally help them?"
"Let them be for a bit longer."
2 siblings were now considering just coming up to you two and hitting you in the head, maybe then you'd notice how you both have obvious feelings for each other!
They know their brother has a crush on you because after every meeting with you, he's kicking his feet like highschool girl with crush in his bed. And you? You admitted yourself to Lynette while asking for advice because you thought he hated you when in reality, he was a tomato and had to run away from emberassment.
But both eventually decided to stay back and watch. They don't want to take this special moment away from you... But maybe the can at least do some backstage work at helping you with confessions?
"You see... I got something just for you! I have very important snow this weekend and naturally, I reserved a seat in front row just for you!"
Lyney smiled as he hands you the ticket with small bow, his eyes never leaving yours but not in a creepy way, he just couldn't help but admire you a bit.
"Oh you didn't had to really! But I do appreciate it. I'll definitely show up, thank you!"
"No need to thank me! It'll be enough for me if you come and let me see your smile~"
"What?"
Finally realizing what he said, his cheeks became red and began stuttering even tho he's usually smooth with his words.
"I meant- naturally I'd want to make... my audience happy! That's... just natural... magician's instinct! Yeah."
"Oh that's understandable! Well knowing you, your abilities and charms, I'm sure it won't be hard at all."
But he wasn't any better. You were clearly trying to compliment him, but he thought it's just you saying it as audience and not as someone with a crush...
"Actually... let's maybe make a plan. We can start tomorrow."
Freminet nodded on his sister's statement and entered their hous, leaving the two of you be and prepared the great plan with simple goal: getting you two together!
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@bleachtheidiot - come get your charming magician~
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Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.
Reading Between the Lines
Day #31 - Your Song | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | POV: Goodie (Freak) | Pairing: Pre-Goodie/Gareth (Or Unrequited One-Sided, Your Choice) | Tags: Writing Songs, The Utter Embarrassment of Having a Crush You Don't Even Know You Had, Eddie is Good Friend, Open Ending
The papers are slightly crumpled in his hand, and Goodie tries to smooth them out on the workbench in the garage, hand moving over them, trying to iron out the wrinkles. It doesn't work very well, but it's fine. It's just Eddie. He's gonna make fun, no matter what, Goodie knows that, without a goddamn doubt.
And Eddie's running late.
Which. Normal.
But Goodie really wanted to show him this alone, before Jeff and Gareth rolled in. Just to see if it's anything. He's pretty sure it's not. But it's the only song he's ever really written.
Eddie reads the lyrics once, twice, then he looks up at Goodie.
"This is great, Goods," he says, and Goodie feels his face go red. He's not the writer in the band, not at all, but this had come to him, basically writing itself, and he'd just jotted it all down.
"A few things we could improve on to really polish it, but," Eddie says, holding his eyes, "I don't think we can use this."
And Goodie deflates.
He didn't actually think they would, not really, but he'd gotten his hopes up, just a little, when Eddie had said it was good. Great, actually.
He's written something Eddie thinks is great, and they can't even play it?
"You don't like it?" Goodie asks.
"I love it," Eddie says with a smile, "I really do. You did a great job. I didn't know you wrote lyrics."
"I don't, not usually," Goodie admits, because he doesn't. Just the rhythm parts of songs with Gareth, as they find their groove, their place, as the backbone of the band. Working together, hammering it out, making sure they can slide into the pocket together and keep everything else on track and on time.
If they aren't in sync, the band can't be. That's just how it works.
Eddie's still reading the lyrics, over and over, like he's trying to memorize these words.
Goodie feels terribly exposed.
"And you don't think we could, I don't know, salvage any of it? Maybe you could rewrite the stuff that sucks."
"Goods. It's great, as is. Honest. It's a love song," Eddie says, and Goodie nods. It is. It definitely is.
"And?"
Eddie looks at him, big eyes as wide as they ever are, "It's a little on the nose."
"It is?" Goodie asks, because he hadn't written it about anyone specific, he didn't think. It was just shower thoughts, put to the page.
"It's about Gareth, right?"
Goodie snatches the papers back, wrinkling them further. What the fuck is Eddie seeing here? It's definitely not about Gareth.
"No," he stresses, "no way. Why would you think that?"
Eddie pats the empty chair and grabs his pen. He leaves the cap on, not making any marks, but tracing lines, and breaking them down. Reading between the lines that Goodie hadn't even realized were there.
Goddamnit.
Eddie has a point. Even if it's all bullshit, even if it's only all Eddie's own interpretation. It's not unbelievable.
Goodie can see it.
And he's embarrassed.
"It's okay. I won't say anything," Eddie says, and it's a kindness. Eddie is an asshole, a lot. Loud and rude. But Goodie knows he won't use this against him. Believes that, without a doubt.
He could. Easily. Either run and tell Gareth this juicy gossip. Or hold it over Goodie's head, as blackmail.
But he knows Eddie.
He won't do either of those things.
Gareth rolls in, and taps his drumstick on Goodie's shoulder on the way by, just a friendly hello, and Goodie wants to sink into the ground. Be swallowed up.
He's humiliated.
"Goodie said he had a song," Gareth says, sitting down behind his kit, "we gonna play it?"
"It sucked," Goodie says, "right, Eddie?"
"Yeah. Big time," Eddie lies, helping him out, "I said no fucking way are we playing that. It's the worst piece of shit-"
"Alright," Goodie says, laughing, cutting Eddie off. He wanted help, not evisceration.
"It can't be that bad. You let us play that song I wrote about squirrels," Gareth argues.
Goodie laughs. He'd forgotten about Squirrel Song. It's been years.
"It can't be worse than that," Gareth says, trying to help him out. Goodie wishes he'd just let it go.
"Nothing will ever be worse than Squirrel Song," Eddie snarks, "But it didn't fit our sound."
"How come?" Gareth asks, "It's not like he wrote the music? We can take anything and shine it up. Make it our sound. That's our biggest strength."
Gareth's not wrong. He's not. They could turn it into something. Goodie's sure of it. And maybe Gareth would never suspect. He's not exactly as lyrically-minded as Eddie. More willing to take things at face value and not dig deeper.
But he may or may not have written a fucking love song about his friend without realizing it. He's mortified that Eddie knows, and it'll be over his dead body before Gareth finds out.
He can't risk it.
Especially when he doesn't even know how he feels about it. Does he have a crush on Gareth? He didn't think so. But those words?
They're damning.
Jeff had to leave early for his orthodontist appointment, so Gareth is taking him home in the El Camino.
Goodie should've just risked his life and rode with Eddie.
He feels awkward.
He wishes he'd never shown Eddie.
"Eddie was a dick for saying no before we could even try to write music to it. We could have made it into something."
"Eh, it wasn't very good."
"Can I look? Maybe it's something we could work on together."
Goodie's face is on fire. This cannot be happening.
"I don't think so," Goodie says, and Gareth's shoulders turn inward, like he's been rejected.
Goodie hates it.
When they pull into his driveway, uncomfortable silence stretching between them, and in a fit of insanity, Goodie opens his backpack, handing over the lyrics.
Gareth smiles at him, bright and happy, as he starts reading.
If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇
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I have over the last 5 months watched all 15 seasons and the immortality special of the original CSI. I have no plans to watch the reboot anytime soon so I thought I would info dump my thoughts, and if love to know how others feel. I will now present a very very long post with breakdown some quick thoughts on the seasons, more thoughts on most of the characters and a few ships.
Tldr: I really enjoyed CSI as a whole and I'm sad to say goodbye to a formula and some characters I've really grown attached to. ( And If there is a good Nick Stokes written into immortality fic please lmk)
Seasons:
I do think the early seasons the most fun/ light hearted, which feels weird to say when it literally opens with Sara investigating Warrick for negligence. I kinda wish I had blogged along or something so I could be more detailed in my response about them.
Like a lot of shows I think it really hit its stride in the middle seasons. If I had to pick a few seasons to watch it be 5-7. It also helps that I had finally gotten used to the lighting.
I think the 9- 11 stretch is too serious, don't get me wrong there were some bangers but overall not great
12-15 they were better and back to a little more fun, and I think the series kept its footing pretty well in its final innings. It was no golden era and I felt really bad that Catherine got demoted but I really enjoyed it. ( Well ok I really wasn' a gig harbor arc fan)
Immortality was a fine special, although I don't really feel like it stuck the landing. Part of that will probably become obvious when I talk about my character and ship takes but I also just felt the case could have been better. It's the freshest in mind, obviously, so I will say I really loved having Catherine and Grissom back and if anything I felt like it gave good closure for them and to a lesser extent Sara.
Characters( kinda in the order of their exit):
The lab rats: Bobby, Mandy, Archie icons every one of them. There is a world where Wendy, Hodges and Henry get their own sections but I feel like they would appreciate being in this group. Never pushed into too much melodrama their characterization, always great at their jobs. I would love to grab drinks with any of them
The cops: Brass will get his own sections but to summarize my feelings on all the others. They did their job and I love that for them. They almost never overstayed their welcome but they also aren't the reason I'm watching this show. The only two I would want to get drinks with are the should have been lesbian Sofia Curtis ( she almost got her own section but then i got lazy) and the best uniform in the business, the man, the myth, my man officer Mitchell.
Warrick Brown: My smooth talking gambling king. He was definitely missed after his death. While I didn't love his characterization in the greda Arc, I usually really enjoyed his dynamic with the team and his drive to the job. His death was the closest I came to stopping my watching. His skills with kids are underrated ( probably cause Nick and Catherine are so good) and I do have a say on top of all his intelligence and skills at the job he is so handsome. I think he might go a little too hard for me to enjoy getting drinks with him but I would still do it.
Gill Grissom: My second favorite Dr. Bug ( sorry no one can beat Jack Hodgins) he really is the smartest person on the show. You can always feel his passion for science which is lovely. While sometimes out of touch or oblivious he is usually incredibly kind. I liked his tie to the deaf community. You can pull the fact that he is Demi from my cold dead hands. In a lot of the ways he was the heart of the show and it definitely shows when he left. His relationships with Catherine, Warick, Nick and of course Sara were well developed. I would kill to get a drink with him just to listen to him talk science.
Riley Adams: she gets a section as it is rude for me to not mention a character who was in the credits but she's fucking white bread milk toast. Would not bother getting drinks.
Raymond Langston: I love his relationship with Robbins and I think he's incredibly smart. But I just think the show gave him way way too much too quickly. I mean just compare it to the fucking effort Greg put in to reach CSI or that as new CSI 3 there was a long stretch where Nick didn't get his own cases. I appreciated his complex background but he brought with him the Haskell arc which was just too fucking long and serious. I would get a singular glass of wine with him.
Catherine Willows: What a girl boss. And I mean that is all the best and worst ways. I really love her at her best but man some of her lows are just.. no fun. She is absolutely vital to the show's success and 9/10 times she is out there taking no prisoners and careing for her team. Just you know wish she hadn't shown her daughter a dead body or faked a crime scene with a new guy to name some examples. She could drink me under the table no doubt.
Jim Brass: While never my favorite character I always appreciate seeing him on my screen. Competent enough to hang with the scientist and still be a good cop. I appreciated how dedicated he was to his daughter but Just not personally my vibes. I would get a drink with him but uhh maybe make it non alcoholic cause it's unclear if he needs sobriety help.
Julie Finlay: She's sweet and very very good at her job. If she had come earlier on she might be one of my favorites just my top 3 was already filled. She brings a good balance back to the team, and she has a weird level of breaking and respecting the rules that I enjoyed. She very quickly had such a good dynamic with all the returning favs that there are moments I forgot she was so new. She's got big Bi & Poly energy. I know the actress wasn't coming back but I would've paid to see her interact with Grissom. Sad that she died off screen but also kinda glad they didn't end 15 with her completely dead. I would absolutely get drinks with her, probably mimosas despite my dislike for them.
Morgan Brody: eh shes fine. I feel like despite everything she still comes off as naive. I love her relationship with Eklie and Hodges but overall she left something to be desired. Nothing that I super disliked but I do kinda wish some of her screen time went to Sara or someone else.
D.B Russell: he was honestly a breath of fresh air, well until he wasn't. I think I just love Ted Dansion for one but also I felt like Russell was a beautiful balance between caring and professional. It was nice to have a supervisor who was actually kinda good at politics. I love that he actually cares for his kids and loves his wife ( although I was informed by my mother that he is divorced in Cyber). I do kinda wish the kept the bit where he laid on the ground as a body but mostly cause I found it way funnier than it is. I really hated the gig harbor killer arc and I felt like a large reason is it made him too serious. I would get a drink with him, but honestly I'd love to have a full meal with his family
Super Dave: what a lovable but weird dude. Genuinely a great example of how you can blend strange comments with kindness and consistency to create a great character. I would love to grab a drink with him.
Doc Robbins: What an honest man and in the running for the best M.E ( up there with Ducky and Cam). I'm glad he mostly stayed out of the drama and appreciated that he was always thorough, even when people were occasionally questioning his own work. Not kind to a fault but definitely empathetic. I would 100% grab a drink with him.
Now to the top 3, the best of the best, the ones who were in for the long haul.
Nick Stokes: Whether it's the sweet Texas accent and big bown eyes or the fact that he's the longest running main cast member I do think he is my favorite. Empathetic and kind, almost to a fault, he is also a man's man who can hold his own against the worst criminals. The show put him through the absolute fucking ringer but he still leaves with a smile on his face. Even when he clashes with other characters I feel like he resolves the problems better than other people. He definitely could have benefited from good therapy but I still love him anyway. His skills with kids are so nice and grounded in his backstory. Loved that he became the new big guy. Occasionally they try and paint him as a bit of a player but given he sleeps with like 2 women over 15 seasons it doesn't super add up. This is definitely the queer in me talking but he gives huge repressed Gay energy. Like a lot of his early arc is about graining confidence in himself. Not to mention,his relationship with Warrick and Greg are so filled with undertones and honestly let that man get fucked and some of his problems might go away. Anyway. So I guess more power to the actor for not coming back for even a cameo but I really really felt the lack of him in immortality. So If anyone knows a fanfic where he's there lmk I would read that shit in a heartbeat. Would get drinks with him, would die for him.
Greg Sanders: I love rave going lab rat Greg. I love the new CSI trying to prove himself to Greg. I love mob history author Greg. I mean he's got to be one of the most intelligent characters on the show- he's good at science and history- and it never makes him come off as rude or entitled. I think his shift from lab rat to CSI, whether intentional or accidental, is well built. He is criminally oh I mean so so so criminally underutilized in immortality. I dislike when he's angry and there are certainly episodes where he feels off but overall he's just so lovable. Disgusting hair choices but hey at least that was a consistent trait. His relationship with Nick and Sara throughout the whole show are really great and after 15 seasons they really do feel like they've been a team for 15 years. He gives Huge Bi energy so I would take him to a gay club for drinks and dancing.
Sara Sidle: You can call her a problematic fav all you want but she's a bad bitch and everyone should love her. She is so great at her job and she never lacks humanity. The show kinda lost track of her exact backstory at some point but I don't care too too much as she stays strong willed and passionate the whole show. Her will to never quit and iconic smirks will stay winning forever. I have thoughts on her relationship with Grissom but bottom line she knew what she wanted and got it. Her friendship with all the main cast, particularly Greg and Nick, is really lovely and shows how she has grown and changed over 15 seasons. Because I actually care about continuity I would not get an actual alcoholic drink with her but non alcoholic drinks aplenty would be had if I could meet her.
Ships:
Listen I don't have a real finger on the pulse of what ships are popular as this show finished airing 10 years ago and I was trying to not be super spoiled.
That being said
GSR: I'm not super into Grissom/ Sara ( side note I know the Internet was a different place 20 years ago but who picked GSR as their ship tag), but I'm also not against it. I think they have a big "match my freak" energy which is nice but. I don't know I just feel like by the end of it Sara could do better. Like she gave up the lab director for the guy who asked her for a divorce. I still think it's better than some other options just you know not like my otp. 8/10
Catherine/ Warrick: I think that the flirting was all fun and games and then if became too much. Let's be honest neither of them are built for committed relationships. Probably would have been better then whatever the fuck was happening with Warrick and Tina. 5/10
Catherine/ Vartann: its canonical and like they were fine I didn't hate it didn't love it. Probably better for Catherine in the long term than any other of her potential ships 6/10
Nick/ Greg: idk if this is super popular but it's my otp for the show. They seem like they bring out the best in each other. Nicks more clean cut natural could balance out the more chaotic ature of greg. Obviously with the era the show was made in I don't think that there tension was intentional but it's still there. From the name that chemical compound game to working together until the end of really think they would be great. 11/10
Nick/ Warrick: I had to mention for the just two dudes who have homoerotic tension energy but ehh Warrick dose really read straight to me in every other context. 3/10
Wendy/ Hodges: ehh they give straight white couple who should have just talked about their feelings. 4/10
Hodges/ Henry: is this a real ship? idk man, But it's an friends to enemies to lovers I would love to read. 6/10
Morgan/ Greg: ok part of this is the my ship bias( see above) but I did not like them together. Their flirting is not good, his anger at her kidnapping too extreme, idk I Just really feels like they operate in different levels. 0/10
Morgan/ Hodges: I actually thought this was really sweet and was super said they went with the parents dating thing. I think they understood each other on a really fun level and that they brought out the best in each other. I loved how supportive they were of each other even in seemingly poor decisions. 8/10
Finn/ D.B: I would assume that this is the popular het ship for the them but uhh D.B is so happily married and Finn ( much like Warrick and Catherine) doesn't really give monogamous relationship. 0/10
Finn/ Sara: 100% queer women projection but uhh just imagine post divorce Sara figuring out her identity with Finn and they try friends with benefits but then need more. 6/10
If you made it this far thanks so much for reading and id love to hear others thoughts as I do a deep dive into this show. I Will be reading plenty of fanfiction and may start CSI: NY to appease the new hole in my heart.
#csi#Tldr: I really enjoyed CSI as a whole and I'm sad to say goodbye to a formula and some characters I've really grown attached to#And If there is a good Nick Stokes written into immortality fic please lmk#gil grissom#sara sidle#Catherine Willows#nick stokes#greg sanders#Jim Brass#Raymond Langston#d.b Russell#julie finlay#morgan brody#david hodges#super dave CSI#al Robbins#csi vegas#csi season 1#cai immortality#gsr#Nick x Greg#tv ramble#tv series#warrick brown
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Since a minor theme for today's posts seems to be Voice of the Opportunist thoughts... You know, I actually quite like the guy. He's nowhere near the top of my list of fave Voices -- in fact, he'd probably be in my bottom three -- but I've grown to sincerely love all of them in their own ways.
Paranoid
Cold
Contrarian
Hunted
Hero
Cheated
Skeptic
Broken
Opportunist
Stubborn
Smitten
Like, that's probably my rough order of Voices? But I really love Stubborn and Smitten too at this point, like a lot. And Opportunist... really interests me. I don't feel as bad about him as I think a lot of people do. (Thoughts under the cut!)
I think what gets me about Opportunist is that, while he can come across very badly for sure, I think there are two main things he wants that drive all of his (very bad) ideas: He very badly wants to be liked, but that's secondary to the fact that he wants to survive. He's just geared strongly towards survival in a way that's more... social than physical. He wants to side with the people he thinks are the most powerful without actually upsetting anyone, until he gets to a point where he feels like we have enough power to be able to wield it. And as one of the Voices, he is actually very "we"-focused -- he talks about looking out for number one, yes, but you're all kind of a collective "number one" and he maybe makes that most clear in The Wraith chapter, where he never wavers from vocally trying to make the situation better for himself and Hero and Paranoid. He never threatens any of the other Voices either -- and not even, iirc, the Narrator, though he does turn his back on the Narrator when it becomes clear he's something of a paper tiger -- just the Princess, in situations where she has proven how dangerous she is, and not even always then. (Again, in The Wraith, he's not even pleased to have overpowered her if you decide to toss her into a bottomless pit.) He does want to be liked, too, that much is clear and seems to be completely sincere. He likes traveling (or at least the idea of it) because he thinks it makes him "relatable." He totally unnecessarily tries to smooth everything over with you and the other Voices in a way that doesn't always, to me, feel like him just being mealy-mouthed in a self-serving way; the example of this that stands out to me is in The Moment of Clarity, when Stubborn and Contrarian are tired of Skeptic's philosophizing and he jumps in to reassure, "They're good questions. Great questions, even. But they don't have any answers," and there's something oddly... gentle/reassuring about the delivery. The way you get him usually shows how he's geared to your (collective) survival and why he doesn't trust the Princess: In the first chapter, if you don't take the blade but then use it to kill her, that's your only chance to get him. But you get him in one of two ways: Go back upstairs for the blade after talking to her, in which case the Protagonist has probably legitimately decided that things aren't adding up and she's actually secretly more dangerous than she's letting on (and because she is "a creature of perception" she then reveals that to be true!), or trying to kill her after the Narrator possesses you, in which case there's that clear "hierarchy" of "the Narrator is too powerful if he can just choose to control us" (and also makes his trying to appease the Narrator in the later chapters make sense). And he is like the Witch, and honestly, in some ways I think it's understandable that he's resistant to changing even when she does. She is the one who changes based on our perception, and if I'm at all right that the Voices are the pieces that break off of us because we can't change like that but they represent her perception of us, well. The Protagonist and the Witch can choose to change and break the cycle in a way the Opportunist has a harder time with. But he is much like her: "This dangerous person killed me last time, we need to maneuver this situation in a way where we can kill her without her killing us again." And a big problem with him is that he is 100% wired into that survival instinct even when it's not necessary! He wants to betray the Thorn even after she hands us the blade back! But he also just came from a chapter in which we handed her the blade trustingly and she immediately stabbed us, which doesn't excuse it but does I think explain why when he talks about slaying her right then and there he says something along the lines of "we have power right now and we may never get this chance again" -- he's still expecting this to go very badly for us.
The other ways you get him in the various Chapter IIIs also back this up, I think: In The Razor, you try to "appeal to her better nature" after she's already killed you twice (and maybe a lot more!), which is again just him trying to survive long enough to turn the tables on a threat. To get him in The Wild, the Beast first has to eat you alive, but then you stab her to death instead of letting her escape or just killing yourself, taking advantage of being close to vulnerable organs to take her down with you. (And I will say, while I adore Contrarian, I find him much more obnoxious to have in The Wild chapter.) To get him in The Wraith, you have to take the blade in The Nightmare chapter but agree to free her, then slay her either at the door when the Narrator locks it on you (again, the Narrator showing he's more powerful than he should be) or after Paranoid straight-up says "if I absolutely had to choose I slightly prefer that we kill her" -- and then, oddly, he does spend the entire Wraith chapter trying to soothe her and get her to forgive and hire/protect not just himself but the Protagonist, Hero, and Paranoid (and is actually like "this was a bad decision, there's going to be no way to smooth this over" if you do choose to toss yourself into the void with her). And in The Moment of Clarity, he is oddly gentle with the other Voices for the most part and also advises just letting her out because it'll all be okay for them if they do. All of this is just to say that, like... Yeah, he can be mealy-mouthed and backstabbing and obnoxious. But I also don't think he's a backstabber for fun. He wants to be either at the top when it comes to "who's the most powerful," or at the right hand of whoever is at the top, but at the same time I think that stems from him just wanting to feel safe -- and what's safer than no one else having power over you? Especially when that power's been used to steal your autonomy or kill you so, so many times? In some ways he's low-key like Hunted and Paranoid: "What will keep us alive?" and "I don't trust anyone but us (unless I feel like I have to)" are kind of an undercurrent to everything he says and does. ...That also means that if he got his own body I think he'd be in an interesting position. He might have some issues at first with being more "look out for number one now means me and not us," or at least having some instinctive feelings in that direction -- but at the same time he might feel more at ease having complete control over his own body, since the Protagonist losing that control seemed to low-key freak him out more than once in the Construct and his smooth-talking might have had a lot to do with how he felt his words were the only power he had since he wasn't in control of the body. So there's a chance he'd struggle with staying quite as group-oriented at first, but there's also a chance that he might be able to relax at least a bit.
#slay the princess#slay the princess spoilers#voice of the opportunist#headcanons#this counts as that right?#i do really like this guy#there's a reason i think he'd work especially well with hunted#and i'm kind of sad for him that he seems to really want to be liked but none of the other voices seem to like him particularly much
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FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS SENTENCE STARTERS. warnings for: guns, violence, death, murder.
What in the goddamn…?
Let's keep this in the groove, hey? Smooth moves, like smooth little babies...
Baby, the odds may look long, but that's just because we ain't done rigging them. I won't toss the dice until we are.
Look, I ain't a harbor for illusions. I ain't expecting to get out of this shin-dig alive.
Can you spell detention? I'll tell you how I spell it: DEATHtention.
You are in the LIBRARY. Be quiet here and filled with SHHHHH.
I am lord of this institution. Where once, long ago, I was a student here. Now, I am its OMNIPOTENT GOD-PRINCIPAL.
______, you're about to have your FAVORITE treat - a VISITOR. Won't that be nice? DON'T eat the visitor, boy. Don't. Please.
What YOU ask is of NULL importance! _____ besieges us, there are more important things to worry about than DATA and FACTS!
ENOUGH! Stop filling my precious brain cell units with irrelevant data!
And… I wonder why it didn't hit me before, until I saw that memory in your hands.
How gracious of you. A mannerly killing.
Can't have brains moving around of their own volition.
In short: Brains, a heart, and courage... spine. I think there was a story once where a band of murderous thugs sought these things.
The ghosts aren't real? That changes everything.
Baby, this little reunion of ours? Chalk me up as a no-show.
I'm familiar with the care and handling of explosives.
How hard can it be? Just light them and throw.
I'd love to debate you on this, but there's no time.
No way. I'm not going to torch myself for your amusement.
It would be pretty funny, wouldn't it? Oh, don't look at me that way. I'm sure you'll be fine.
_____ is dead - what a mess you've made!
There will be no repeat of the trouble we had last time, I trust?
Even now? On the brink of battle?
You'll need a disguise, then. Or overwhelming firepower. Whatever works.
You must be, like… a brain in a jar!
Frontal assaults on casinos? Not good for business.
You have an interest in this even if you're too stupid to know it. If you have an interest in breathing, you have an interest in this.
They have no idea what other cards I'm holding. It's a strong hand, believe me - I dealt it to myself.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised. It'd be like them to keep paperwork.
I don't have friends here.
We'll kill more with two of us.
You only trust strangers?
Besides. I was on break when it happened.
I want you to find something out for me. I don't know if there's anything to find, but I need someone to try.
Gonna be hard covering you when I can't move my legs.
Goddamn it! Don't sneak up on me like that. What do you want?
Let me aim that for you next time.
You're hiding something. Spit it out. You owe me.
You got no right asking me that. Drop it.
It's just something I'm not ready to discuss. With you or anybody.
That part of my life is over now. So is this discussion.
Must've been one hell of a miscommunication.
Yeah, well. That's how they wrote it up in the report.
Life has a way of punishing you for the mistakes you make. Big enough mistake, punishment can take a while.
You're like a switchblade stuck on flick.
Shhhh… we're hunting shitheads.
All this planning won't matter much when the bullets fly, anyway.
No sense trying to hold the past between your fingers when it's nothing but dirt.
That fucking monument outside?
Started? Took to it like a fish to water... well, if you know what a fish is.
What the hell is a fish?
They're like birds, except they stay underwater.
Anyway, I've seen pictures. One guy even had one above his bar in Redding, except it was made of Pre-War plastic.
Greetings, _____. The disappointment you are about to experience delights me.
Can I order room service?
Am I punching too much? I get carried away.
You mean like this melee weapon right here in my hand at this very second?
Are you talking to me, or a future _____ who is not already doing that?
He always does what he feels is right. Usually that's a great quality.
Sure, I left them. But that didn't mean I'd ever be free of them.
We always make enemies, never allies.
Hold on. I see something I want to punch.
But at least I got the chance to try. At least I know for sure that there was nothing I could do.
Wow, _____ is looking for you, huh? What do you think he wants? Bowling partner?
But… you don't have a "this is good news" expression on your face.
Well, welcome, then. I'm _____. I live in a hole in the ground.
Well that shouldn't be a problem for me. I can't afford anything like that.
I've heard they shoot lasers from their eyes.
I just kind of drift from place to place.
I'll be honest. You're the first person I've run across out here that looks like she can really handle herself.
Aw, you really know how to make a girl feel like a stray cat.
He was dead when I got there.
This better not be about the meaning of life.
Damn, son, you look like ten miles of bad road.
Are you following me?
I saved your life so I kinda feel responsible for you is all.
I'll let that slide seeing how you gotta mind full of vengeance for that no-good polecat and all.
Yup, but this is getting a might embarrassing - people are going to start to talk.
That's a puzzle, all right. I'm sure it's nothing.
What in tarnation was you thinkin'?
I'll thank you not to touch my plunder.
Meaner than a rattlesnake, ain't ya?
To the Bone Orchard you go!
Seems they made like a ghost.
Won't help you none to lay low.
The Boss is pretty clear on this. I can't let you in unless you're by your lonesome.
You did a super job wrapping things up! And I'm not just saying that because I have to!
Here's a print-out with some additional information!
What? Did you expect me to applaud your efforts to support a deranged warlord?
That wig is going to haunt my nightmares. Seriously.
That one… had a little kick to it. The poisonous kind of kick.
Ahh, that feels better. I might not die for a while yet.
Am I dead? Is this Heaven? Oh. Hi _____. Guess not.
Will the medical wonders of the post-apocalyptic world never cease?
Back to the tomb, I suppose. If you need me, et cetera.
Strange how dead bodies appear wherever you go.
As the old saying goes, two's company, but three's a small army. Okay, I'm paraphrasing a bit, but you get the idea.
Wait, wait, wait a second. What's going on? Am I playing Vergil to your Dante?
I've woken up worse places. Not many, though.
That's sounding dangerously close to a plan, _____.
Alrighty then, I'll just head out. Alone. By myself. Into the dangerous wastes.
If I buy it out there, I want twelve mariachi bands playing at my funeral. A medal might be nice, too.
I'm not exactly a mercenary, but taking out scumbags of this magnitude wouldn't cause me to lose any sleep.
Why don't you make like Odysseus and get lost?
For as lack of adornment is said to become some women, so will this place, without your presence, bring delight.
I've run out of witty ways to tell you to leave, so why don't you just go?
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ohhh please can you do cod match up for me?? i'm female, german, 27, aquarius and work as an artist and project manager at an agency specialised in classical music. at work i'm very organized, detail oriented and efficient, but in private i like to slow things down. i guess you could say i have two personalities: at work i like getting things done and have no problem arguing with people, but in private i literally hate calling the doctor's office lol.
it's very hard for me to take my brain off work and usually only achieve that by getting engrossed in a show or painting. i like cooking, not so much baking. my hobbies are reading, going for walks (how very german of me), playing with my cat. i can be very funny, but i am more introverted and a very good listener. my love language is acts of service.
my cod favourites are price, ghost and könig, but at the moment i'm leaning more towards könig.
thank you very much and lots of kisses 😍
and I AGREE::: (shorter and sweet ones now SORRYYt_t Cue some HCs/drabbley things:)
@/fairypurgatory on pin & @/jolvelyn on twt [art]
W: Intimidating newer man in your house O God, dark if you think about it (sprinkle sprinkle glitter sparkles on the war criminal), abrupt end
◈ Okay. Neighbour. Neighbour König. (AARRURURURURURU GET MARRIED GET MARRIED GET- GET--)
◈ After many sweet-talkings outside your respective doors, y'all had a date due at your place. If you cooked for him- omigod. Social expectations be damned, the clear thought and skill behind it… When he looked back up at you, eyes boring into yours, you were half worried you'd bought a serial killer home? (Which I mean, technically yes, don't ask too much about his job history-) But no, his ridiculously intense, maliciously-coded gaze was that one of determined enrapturement. ◈ It was an amusing juxtaposition to see him meet your cat. Tough guy, tryna be smooth, leaning on the side of the doorframe.. Before his intense focus was interrupted by something fluffy and he hit his head and almost cried. He's not the best with animals, but after enough visits they become casually inseparable, and a key part of the cuddle pile. If your cat wasn't spoiled already they were now. Hey, the pair of you aren't half bad at taking care of something.
◈ Doubly fell in love with you when he saw you popping off at work. He got called in for something important you left at home, god forbid, but of course he had your back, emergency key and all. He knows all too well the importance of things needing to go to plan. But forgive him if he just stared in awe like a motherfucker seeing you go off on someone.
◈ Oh, don't you worry. When your teeth are clenching looking down at your practice's phone number for that long overdue appointment- it's right there, just a click away,- König will snatch it from you. Mixed feelings, perhaps his confidence a little infantilizing, but… it's like a vice is undoubtedly unclamped as he waddles away with the dreaded compressed waiting room music (as if it was a totally normal thing to do). He'd confirm any details prior bending over behind you, rubbing your shoulder and cooing in your ear about it. Because of course you can do it, darling, but he's always there~…
◈ Takes great smug pride in a)taking care of you, if that's something you want- and b)being with you. Uh, yeah, the badass work-focused bigshot is his? And putty in his arms? That's right. So proud of showing you off to others at any possible convenience. 'Tries' to be subtle about it. Keyword 'tries'.
◈ He needs a break too. Proudly, toxic-masculinely denies any interest at first, but would ultimately happily waste away binging something with you. Colours and shapes reflecting off the TV onto his narrow, goofy lil' glasses, eyebrows slightly furrowed in focus as he guillibly complains about some ragebait. Uses you as a human weighted blanket laid on him, supporting your back with his chest.
◈ König's a prevalent yapper during whatever you do together. He plans as much as you'll allow, whisking you off for dinners, lunches- all expenses paid (or halfsies). Or elaborate hiking trails he insists you join him on, though sometimes he likes to choose the ones with tricky bits as an excuse to help or carry you.
#König x reader#König#konig x reader#konig#cod x reader#cod matchup#64sshit#uhhhh be prepared if you look up the art xdddd I DIDNT REALISE
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❛ EXTRAVERTAED? NOT REALLY ❜
Mello X Fem!Reader
WC; 500+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: anxiety, x fem reader, reader is slightly timid, shy and all that jizz jazz, mentions of panic attacks + more
⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) Hey! I wanted to ask if you would be up for writing fluff with Mello x female reader :)) it can be headcanons or anything, but I was wondering if the reader could be like extroverted one moment; having fun and then the next moment they are over whelmed and staying close to Mello due to anxiety 😵- ANON
HONEY'S NOTE :: i don't have diagnosed anxiety so please correct me if anything here is too out of wack, im just goin of personal experiences :)
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Your personality lowkey confused mello at first.
He likes chaos, but he never was that guy to be the life of a party. However, you make people turn their heads at you without a problem as if it was so easy to just chat up any stranger and have him be your buddy in an instant. He just can't see too many people crowd around him, while he can't help but stare at the ease with which you pull this off easily, without even trying.
Mello enjoys the spark of you coming alive in social settings. It's that sparkle when you light up, laughing and bantering when you're in a good mood, he loves how your eyes glimmer 🥺. It's not actually that he enjoys the parties or noise; it's just that sparkle in your eyes when you're having fun.
But the moment you start feeling overwhelmed, he notices right then.
You're great at putting on a brave face, but Mello's too sharp, he notices IMMEDEITYLY. Your shoulders stiffen, your laughter becomes more forced, and in one smooth motion, you're sticking closer to him, hands fidgeting. Mello's not the coddling type, but he's quick to set a hand on your arm. He knows you well enough to pick up on the shift in your mood.
Mello doesn't question it when you start to retreat into your shell. He gives you space and doesn't push for an explanation. Instead, he slowly takes you away from the group, making sure that your presences aren't going to be missed, carefully taking you outside.
That switch from extroverted into anxious doesn't faze him. Mello understands emotional switches better than most. It's not unlike his mood swings, except where he turns his frustration into anger, you tend to shrink into yourself. He gets it.
You lean against his side, his warmth making you feel better, and Mello lets you stay there without complaint. In public he keeps his usual tough-guy demeanor, but his hand resting against yours or his arm casually thrown around you is his way of helping you from an overwhelming environment.
When you're back inside a more private space, Mello softens, but only just a tinee tiny bit.
He won't flood you with questions. He has his way of taking care of you when your anxiety has drained you. Mello's care is not exactly bold, and you appreciate that he knows just how to help without making it awkward.
He knows your limits, sometimes better than you do.
He pulls you gently out of a crowd when you don't even realize how close you are to a panic attack. Then he won't make a big deal about it when you are feeling better. Mello likes that you're independent but he's there when you need him the most.
Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.
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#mello x reader#mello x you#death note x reader#death note x you#tw panic attacks#tw anxiety#cw panic attacks#cw anxiety
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| heartache on the big screen
synopsis: danielle wants you to ask her out on an ice cream date, you're not sure if danielle really did say she wants an ice cream date.
— idol!actress!mdanielle × actress!fem!reader
(っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っ(っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っ(っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っ(っ.❛
you shift on your chair as you hold the script for the scene you are supposed to be acting with danielle, you don't know whether it's the lack of sleep or the amount of caffeine intake you had for this day but, you're feeling a lot more skittish today than yesterday. you're not usually this nervous, anxious? you don't really know, but your fingers feel prickly, they're trembling under the cold surface of the paper under your palm.
everything's going to be okay, you tell yourself. you were a lot earlier today, usually you start by 6am, but you were already present by 5am — which is 1 hour earlier yet no one came to question you, they liked that about you. your eyes scan the lines of words written on the soft surface of the paper, in black ink — you trace over the things you need to memorize.
you tell yourself it's going to be alright, you've memorized everything and there's nothing to be afraid of, because hey — you're just working with danielle marsh, right? that's no biggie… she's just one of the members of the trendiest group today, right? she's just a girl, a girl whose voice is as clear as a clean river, as smooth as a quantum stabilized atom mirror… woah, okay? where did you even get that?
ugh, okay — back to what you were thinking, danielle's just an average girl, well yeah she's talented and nice, kind and understanding, her eyes sparkle brighter than the stars in this universe, enough to compete with other stars from other galaxies. her smile is genuine, pure like puppies — and… uhm, what else?
her hair! it's waves are like a sea that's filled with life, the curves that curl and the silk strands of brown and black.
oh shit! your stomach churned, oh now you've done it.
you're officially a lot more anxious than before.
maybe thinking about your gorgeous partner isn't such a good idea, carving her beautiful face, her pure smile inside your brain is not the remedy you were looking for.
right, danielle is everything but average.
she's a lot more than that.
she's so special that someone like you, who's known for her acting skills and professionalism, cannot contain the fear of messing up in front of her.
and add the fact that everyone likes her, like — everyone! no exaggeration, everyone who she walks past to, everyone who she once talked to, all end up liking her, loving her even! she's just so likable you can't bring yourself to get mad at yourself for being one of those people.
it's been a week since you started working with danielle, she's been great as always, too good even, you just can't help but feel bad you aren't able to give the same energy to her, she's always gone and busy so it's often hard for her to have a free schedule. when your fans sent you a truck once, you didn't hesitate to offer her an ice cream, to which she accepted with a bright smile on her face, even thanking you.
you don't know where that confidence went, but that was the first day of the job, of course you were confident!
maybe it just faltered when you realized how amazing danielle truly is...
she's so spontaneous, unpredictable, and happy! always happy and positive, you can't help but force yourself to always match her energy.
and today is the day where you see her again after she's been gone from tour, her lollapalooza performance to be exact, you saw that, you watched of course even if it was only through a screen because you were also as busy as she was.
and as always, she did great, giving her best to match everyone's energy, making everyone's presence worth the time and effort to get there.
god, that's what you really like about her — she tends to put a lot of effort in everything, even if it gets too much.
"hey kid, want some coffee?" a crew member approaches you and places a cup of coffee on the small table beside you, you smile at him and bob your head. "thank you for your hard-work." you state, folding the paper and placing it on your lap. you wanted to decline the coffee but you really needed it.
the crew member shakes his head and chuckles. "ah that's nothing, you look torn apart and tired, you're probably overworked." he says and you can't help but agree. you can't complain though, you don't want to because you chose this job and this really makes you happy but, the stress that comes from the schedules that's cramped in your calendar is getting to you now. it's probably not just this blooming feeling you're having for a certain girl, but also the repeating days of non-stop work that's getting you skittish.
you sigh. "this is just a part of my job." the crew member laughs, brings a hand on your head and pats you gently. "there, there kid. after this day make sure you get a long nap, like an 11 hour nap." you laugh at him and you nod your head. "yeah, maybe i should." you feel the man take his hand off of your head and see him turn his head to the trailer to see danielle greeting everyone.
"oh, here comes the princess." by the mention of the princess you already know who it was. you turn your head to see danielle walking past people — the film crew members, and the racks of clothes, waving to everyone she sees. your eyes lock with her figure, watching every step she takes, the way her hair bounces and the smile she flashes everyone. your eyes squint, furrowing your brows as you focus your sight on the woman approaching you.
oh no, your stomach drops. it's like you're having a stomachache, but it's not the type you usually get, it's weird and it's like twisting your stomach and something inside is tickling every corner. you're so nervous that every part of your body feels like twisting into a pretzel. you tilt your head to crack a bone in your muscle, before standing up and trying to gather the courage to walk up to her.
but before you can even have the first step she's already walking to your way. "hey y/n!" she greets you with the brightest smile you have ever seen someone could possibly do, your eyes turn crescents as you return the smile but with less brightness on them.
"hey, good morning." you speak, your voice is kind of raspy from feeling worn out since yesterday. danielle notices your tired figure and looks at you with worry. "are you okay?" she asks, you raise your eyebrows at her and nod. "oh yeah, i'm alright. thanks for asking." you slump your shoulders and blow a heavy breath through your nose before continuing.
"how about you?" you add, looking at her. she smiles at the question and lets out an airy laugh.
"ah, i'm well, a bit tired from the never-ending schedules but i'm still on fire!" she raises her fist with a grin on her face, you nod at her enthusiasm and laugh. "that's good, i saw your performance in lollapalooza through a livestream and you all did so well. i wish i was there to see it live." you see her eyes glimmer under the now blue skies. she puts a hand on her face, just to check her temperature. "oh really?" oh yeah, her face is abnormally warmer than it usually is, danielle doesn't know why but it's a good kind of warmth.
you nod for her satisfaction. "even though you're working for almost 10-15 hours, you're still full of energy. going from place to place, still you show up on time." your heart beats faster, it's probably the caffeine, you wish it was the caffeine, if it were anything but the caffeine then you're probably doomed.
danielle giggled, her voice entering your ears like a melody of a fine tune — oh no, you're pressured, anxious? nervous? scared? err, you don't know, your body is feeling feverish, hot? warm? uhm, something like a lava, of course it's hot! duh…
your hand reaches for the cup of coffee and you drink, letting the now room temperature coffee run through your throat.
"i enjoy this, i love doing a lot! and through this i can show everyone that i'm thankful for their efforts, or for taking good care of me. i'm no expert in everything so i just want to repay everyone for looking out for me." ugh, danielle is sickeningly sweet. it's like her words subsides the bitter taste of coffee from your tongue and replaces it with a fruity and sweet taste.
"that's why i admire you idols, you all went from advertising, to singing, dancing, then broadcasting and you… you act too. must be tiring, i hope you're not pushing yourself too much, yeah?" you rotate the cup in your hand, eyes darting to every corner of the cup, trying to avoid danielle's gazes from time to time. danielle could not help but smile wider, her cheeks tinted with rosy pink — the tips of her ears are igniting. "we all work hard, that's why everyone deserves rest. not just me, not just you, but everyone!" danielle kind of hugs herself, arms wrapping on her own figure.
her bag dangles on her shoulder, you flash her a smile and nod, letting go of the cup. "i like your mindset. let's work hard together."
that made danielle feel her heart thump violently inside her chest, it's like threatening to jump off and run towards you, it's such a peculiar feeling that only she gets when she's performing but it's more powerful when she's around you, when there's no loud music behind her, without the cheering of her fans. it's much more evident when only your presence is around. your eyes lock with hers, you almost saw the whole universe in her pupils and then your own reflection.
danielle inhales then exhales. "yes! let's do our best!" as she was about to turn around, she immediately faces you once again and smiles, raising her shoulders. "i'm free later by the way!" she says, dropping her shoulder before leaving to enter one of the film trailer trucks.
you stand there as you puff your chest and immediately deflating it as you let her words pass from the other ear to the other.
okay, now you're thankful that you were doing better than before — your skin isn't as sensitive as it was earlier, your fingers aren't trembling anymore and your face isn't as pale as it was before you saw danielle. rehearsing your lines you are close to perfection, wanting to make sure you deliver the lines the way it was intended.
you can't help but divert your eyes to the beauty from the other side, you watch as danielle rehearses her own lines and couldn't help but smile at how much of a hard-working girl she is.
"is everyone ready? okay! in the count of three… one… two… three… action!"
you look at danielle as you stand in the middle of the spotlight, after gathering all the courage in the world, you open your lips to speak. it's kind of windy today, the day carries winds that travel through strands of danielle's hair, she moves it aside with her dainty fingers. the sky is a shade of a bright blue, with clouds looking soft as a handful of cotton. as you speak, you feel your throat parched, speaking the lines you memorized — trying to fit your emotions with the words that come out of your mouth.
it's almost like you aren't really there, you're doing great really — but your mind focuses on the girl in front of you rather than yourself, she looks… amazing? yeah, but there's something about her now that keeps you grounded. her eyelashes look as amazing as always, and as you speak your breath slowly gets taken away, you don't know whether it's you speaking for a long time that your saliva dried out or it's the sight in front of you that stole your heart away.
danielle swallows a lump in her throat getting herself ready to deliver her lines, but when she opens her mouth nothing comes out. she's a nervous-wreck, she doesn't know why it's so sudden but when her eyes met yours, she couldn't say anything.
her mind blacks out, but she's still standing. it's like her heart is thumping against her ears, her face is as hot as the sun, her palms are sweating and all she can do is chuckle before covering her lips. "oh are you okay?" you ask, everyone stops recording and looks out at danielle who looks up at you and shrugs. "uhm i don't know, my mind suddenly blanked out." you nod and reach out to touch her shoulder, patting it gently.
no one came to interfere, you look at her face to check if she's alright, her face is as red as a ripe tomato and it starts worrying you that maybe she's sick. "hey, are you sick?" your hand touches her forehead, she flinches and shakes her. "uh no! i don't know, i think i'm nervous?" she asks you, you nod and smile at her.
it made her feel a lot better, knowing you won't judge her or get mad, knowing it's just you! there's nothing to be afraid of, whether she makes a lot of mistakes, your friendly nature wouldn't dare to be mad at her. there's that part of her, she wants to do her best to return your efforts.
"maybe we can rest for a bit? so you can relax and then do it again." you let go of her forehead and raise your eyebrows in inquiry, your offer seems nice but danielle wouldn't want to waste everyone's time. "no! i'll take a few breaths and then let's get into it!" danielle rolls her fingers into fists and starts moving them back and forth.
you watch as she takes deep breaths and everyone watches too, you smile at her and did the same.
for a few minutes, it actually helped her, danielle manages to maintain her posture and then she jumps, before fixing her hair. "let's do it!"
after a few more shots, a few more cuts and re-do's, you were able to finish the scenes faster than before. you noticed the change in danielle's demeanor and couldn't help but admire her professionalism.
you lean on the chair you're sitting on and close your eyes, you breath in slowly as you relax your whole shoulders. it's not the most tiring day, you wanted to thank the gods above that you were able to kind of rest longer because the shooting ended earlier than usual, thanks to you and danielle's dedication.
danielle spots you not that far from her, she looks around and hops her way to you, you don't take notice of her presence as you stay still. danielle smiles at your peaceful face, the serene expression written all over your eyes and lips, the way your brows and cheeks relax. you hear her shoes dig on the rocky ground, your eyes open to see danielle, the sun behind her creating a shadow casting to you.
"oh hey danielle." you smile at her, it is currently the middle of the day, the sun is as bright as always. you sit up, and watch as danielle takes a seat beside you. "hey, we finished earlier today huh?" she crosses her legs and leans closer, you nod and turn around to face her. "yeah, i think i like it this way. we get to rest even for a short amount of time." after you said those words, there was silence, a growing one as seconds passed by.
danielle taps her lap and looks around before back at you, whose eyes are set to the scenery displayed in front of her. it didn't take too long for danielle to start speaking once again to break the awkward silence between her and you.
"this seems like a good day for some ice cream, don't you think so..?" danielle says, her shoulder blades rise up and then fall as she exhales. you turn your head to look at her and then to the scorching heat of the sun. "yeah," a sweat forms on your forehead as you squint your eyes.
danielle looks at her lap, the surrounding once again gets engulfed by silence.
you think about what to do, or what to say, there's really not much, the situation is kind of awkward, with how the way things work out there's really nothing left for you to choose — it's either you leave or let things stay this way.
but it's quite rude for you to leave her alone, not when she walked all the way to you. plus, there must be some kind of thing you can think of to get danielle comfortable with you.
danielle watches your uneasy expression, eyes darting at your face, then to your fingers that you're fiddling. her heart thumps inside her ribcage, like a prisoner slamming the gates of a cell to escape. maybe it's the sun or the companion she has with her? danielle is feeling a little out of place, her face is hot and her cheeks are a different shades of red.
yeah, maybe you're not planning to ask her out on an ice cream date. she told you she's free today, for that exact reason — because she wants you to take her out to get ice cream.
maybe you just have different plans, it's not like she asked you if you were free today.
ice cream… huh? your slow brain catches up, finally you got the hint! you look at danielle, who stands up, about to leave but then you raise your hand to get the girl's attention. danielle looks down at you, her gaze lace with confusion. you stand up and smile at her, before comically rubbing your palms together.
"let's go get ice cream together!" you tell her, as you stop rubbing your hands and look up at her with a smile.
danielle cannot help the growing smile on her lips as she nods enthusiastically. "yes! let's go!" she reaches for your hand and takes you away from the filming set.
you watch her hair flow gracefully as the sunny wind hits you both, you catch up to her fast steps, almost stumbling as you do so. danielle giggles as she runs. it's like music to your ears, hearing how happy she is makes you happy too, it's like second hand happiness. danielle's smile is contagious like a virus, but instead of one that kills, it's a virus that spreads positivity to anyone who gets near that smile of hers.
you couldn't help but laugh too, hand tightly holding hers, you intertwine your fingers with her dainty ones as you fasten your steps and catch up to run beside her. you look at her side-profile from time to time, her smile doesn't fade even as the both of you continue to run, run away from everyone.
it doesn't even tire her, that you've been running with her for almost a kilometer until you both are in a park. she spots an ice cream truck and immediately points it out. "there!" danielle leads you with excitement oozing out of her.
you nod and let her take you to wherever.
there's no heartache here, it's just that you start to realize that it's not a feeling of anxiety, fear or anything negative when you think of danielle, it's a bunch of unfamiliar emotions mixed into one that all point to your obvious developing feelings for your co-worker.
the girl whose only role in your life is to be your co-actress, carves her way into your heart and imprints a permanent position, digs a space inside your heart. the heart you thought was once complete, finds another way to give danielle a space to scoot inside and embrace you.
you don't know if that's a bad thing or not, if it's going to last — though you hope it does.
maybe, falling in love isn't such a bad thing.
when danielle runs, it's like every part of the floor that danielle steps in blooms with flowers, then becomes a flower path for you to take behind her. the sky that burns in heat becomes bearable when you stand right beside her, the air becomes a fresh breeze when you breathe it in with her.
falling in love is like a complicated puzzle, an exam with no erasures, no alliterations, no corrections, right minus wrong —
it's confusing and hard but when you get everything right, it rewards you with the best feeling ever.
#female reader#kpop#kpop imagines#newjeans imagines#newjeans#danielle#girl group#danielle marsh#girlgroup imagines#newjeans danielle
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Any opinions/ headcanons on Spamtang? I get he was basically a re-skin of an existing character, but I just love the idea of a living advertisement for an orange juice company swindling Chat with impossible charm-
I feel like I keep giving unideal responses to your asks specifically, but I promise it's nothing personal.
I really don't like SpamTang. His very existence breaks the Failtopia timeline, no character has any reason to be friends with him besides his scams, his apparent motive to take revenge on Failboat is never explored, and he falls into the very same pitfall Joker did back in S1, being a Cool Thief who's literally just a character from a different series with a coat of paint. Not to mention how Dan called Lanc "uninspired" while SpamTang was on-screen, a much clearer example of just taking a Deltarune character and slightly modifying them.
However.
There is potential for an antagonist in SpamTang. He doesn't make any sense to be an ally to the team, he has zero positive relationships that aren't built on lies, but if we take his compelling relationships into account, you could theoretically do something more interesting than the random hodgepodge of ideas SpamTang currently is.
Here's my pitch: SpamTang rocks up to the team, not intending to fight with them, but to do business with them. Specifically, he wants to do business with Shrimp, who's a pretty famous streamer/idol at this point, and her branding would be great for his weird orange juice business. He doesn't have Spamton mannerisms, he's actually the smooth-talking charmer you described in your post, except he isn't targeting Chat, their energies are too similar for them to be his main foil. Shrimp is a much better character to pit him against, because of her usually strong sense of justice, and high capacity to call out the bullshit in the party. SpamTang's offer would challenge her, in these regards. On the orange man's side, this keeps both the "he's scamming a child" angle from Chat, and the "he hates dealing with this child" from Petunyawn, refined into one conflict. His motivation to kill Failboat is scrapped, but he is prone to going off on murderous tangents when he's not in smooth-talking mode.
#failtopia#failboat miitopia#failboat#this isn't exactly favourable towards SpamTang#so I still won't tag him#failtopia shrimp#Shrimp#sorry SpamTang fans#I see the vision#I just don't think it's actually there in canon
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