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oneatlatime · 7 months ago

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Sokka's Master

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Strange choice of master but we'll see where this goes.

The meteor shower animation is quite meditative. I wouldn't mind it as a screensaver.

How to describe something exceptional to your blind friend: "You've never not seen anything like this." It's amazing the quality put into even the tiniest of throwaway jokes.

Are meteor strikes flammable?

I love how whenever Sokka's disappointed he gets noodle arms. A surprisingly consistent characterisation.

Momo butt skate.

Iroh. The fuck?

ok. So he's playing a part for the guards. Why?

Pretty.

Funny to think about, but as a former WWE character, Toph's probably had more hero worship than the Avatar.

Lots to say about this! First, I stand corrected! i honestly thought that Sokka would be immune to this specific insecurity by virtue of him not being a bender. I was wrong! Second, I love how, as soon as Sokka expresses that he feels that he isn't as talented as the rest of them, the others respond by listing his actual, invaluable talents, without which the group would be completely at sea. They don't respond with "no you're perfect!" they respond with "no one can read a map like you can" and how he keeps their spirits up with jokes. They're not using false praise. They are using specific facts. I love that an episode that looks like it's going to deal with a character feeling down on themselves establishes from the get go that the character is invaluable, actually. So often, the 'low self esteem stock episode' puts the affirmation of the character's value at the end. Which means the viewer spends the whole episode being convinced that the character in question might actually be useless. Here, we're told from the start that the character is invaluable - the problem is that they do not perceive themselves to be so. Quite on the nose for a show that deals so much with identity.

OMIGOD IT GETS BETTER!!!!!!!!!!

Validating Katara sweeps in and a) validates his feelings, while b) clearly explaining that his self-perception is not in line with how the others see him, which c) doesn't invalidate a) !!!!

Katara has such emotional intelligence when she chooses to use it.

Nuanced intelligent discussion of the complexities of emotions and self-perception in a Sokka episode I am so happy I am blessed the gods are shining on me today I'm sitting here twirling my hair and swinging my feet and doodling hearts on the corner of my journal

SHOPPING!!!!!

btw that's the same face he makes when he says SUKI!!!

"Reinvigorate my battling" this boy. just. this boy.

He lasted a lot longer than I would have with nun chucks.

Aang the Happy Meal toy.

Some say that Halberd is still spinning today.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present: the 45 degree Sokka.

Some Foley artist had the time of their life with this weapons sequence.

Why thank you for that exposition, Mr. Exposition. Now walk away and we'll never see you again.

Toph does NOT move ONCE this whole scene and it's ever so slightly freaking me out.

Toph tells you she learned from Badgermoles and no one wants to discuss this further?!? We're going to gloss over that?

So this episode has a training montage theme.

Sokka goes freestyle on those door knockers.

That's one hell of a castle. Must be dark in there though. Tiny windows.

Which explains the several hundred candles. This show. Set up with one hand; slam dunk with the other.

This guy's reciting Sokka's s1 introduction on Kyoshi Island.

Sokka: Actually. I am a dumb. The Master: Sold.

The face of someone who is definitely picking up what you're putting down.

It's been ages since I watched the episode, but is some of what the Master saying here about swords an echo of what Zuko says to the kid in Zuko Alone when he's decapitating sunflowers?

A Sokka-less Gaang. Depressing and they know it.

The way Katara's voice actor says "oh everyone's a critic" is gold.

Multidisciplinary education vs. kid who's never been within a mile of the box he's being told to think outside of. Fight!

Yikes that was a meaty hit. Does Sokka have a nose left?

They're wearing beehives on their heads.

Was Sokka always this short?

The greens in this episode are such a delight.

The way he says "I'm finished!" Sounds like "Am finished" and you can actually hear the smiley emoji he throws in.

He's good.

What do they FEED him?

Sokka's voice actor had a great time this episode. All the voice actors had a great time actually.

Sokka invents the La Z Boy

Katara inadvertently invents a fandom war by attempting a joke.

They're all so useless and it's wonderful.

That was all only one day? That's a lot of outfit changes for one day.

"You mess things up in a very special way." Compliment? Let's go with compliment.

Sokka is so very Sokka this episode.

A reason to live is coming!

*thundering herds of shippers in the distance*

That's clever. The inciting incident gets smelted. Haven't seen that before.

This whole Iroh gets buff montage has been completely dialogue free on Iroh's part. Crazy levels of inner peace, that he'd doesn't need to snark back at the guard.

Seriously. What are they FEEDING these children. Also how is that door that shiny.

Sokka really has it in for those door knockers.

Apropos of nothing, the clouds in this episode are all so yummy. All these soft slate colours and misty layers.

Meteoric iron is actually a thing, right?

Ok but aren't mold made swords crappy?

HI YUE

I love how they managed to made a crafting montage where the character who does the least work is the one who looks like he's working the hardest.

"I saw a heart as strong as my garden decor"

"No it certainly wasn't your skills. You had none."

Creativity, versatility, intelligence, meat, sarcasm.

You've known him like two days and you can already tell he's more worthy than any man you've ever trained? Sounds like you had poor taste in students.

"No. This is my fight. Alone." Bro you are going to DIE. The first time you held a sword was two days ago. You might need the avatar on this one.

Guard who never shuts up actually kind of has a point here. He's a dick about as usual, but it's entirely possible that the rank and file of the Fire Nation army view Iroh's actions as a betrayal. Does anyone remember in Star Wars movie number 7, or maybe 8, when that Trooper sees Finn after he's switched sides and yells "traitor!" and it's the best part of the movie? Yeah, like that.

This episode throws the concept of linear time out the window. In two days, Iroh gets swole and Sokka masters sword fighting.

Do you think Sokka's realised yet that this is his final exam?

Yummy yummy clouds.

One in a million pocket sand shot.

One in a million stick placement.

So this master is like a sword spirit or something. He can't be human. There's no way he could get the scabbard to fly on perfectly without seeing.

"Try Lee, There's a million Lees. There's a tea shop in Ba Sing Se that has a super cranky waiter called Lee."

This guy's just this side of committing treason and I love it.

I see this Master is a devotee of the 'Hakoda school of shoving outrageously over the top compliments into Sokka's thick skull in the hopes that 1% of them will stick.' I approve.

This last scene has gorgeous hills and skies but you'll have to take my word for it because I've hit the image limit.

Sokka's been inducted into the super secret boy band!!!

He saved space earth for Toph! He's so considerate! He's fuelling the ships!

Let's compromise and call it space dirt instead.

Final Thoughts

This episode every two minutes: Sokka, you are currently flawless and you're about to get better. Me: Yes. Yep. Yeah. Seconded. I concur.

I like it! It's great! It's 24 minutes of the writers and characters fangirling over Sokka! Of course I like it! It made me criminally overuse exclamation marks! What else can I say?

Hands down my favourite episode is Bato of the Water Tribe. For Sokka's story, this episode is Bato of the Water Tribe part 2. Of course I'm going to love it. This episode was lab grown specifically for me.

Now let's see if I can say something about this episode that isn't poorly disguised squealing.

I love how the characters respond to Sokka saying he's not special with an evidence-based refutation rather than blanket reassurance.

I love how shopping cheers up Sokka. I love how Katara knows that shopping will cheer him up. This must be something she's learned since the show started. I don't think there were malls in the South Pole. So Katara was paying attention when Sokka and Momo went through the bag saga.

I love how much the master is baffled yet impressed by Sokka. He seems almost charmed by this breath of fresh air. I think it's hilarious that, when Sokka first approaches him, he's expecting early season 1 Sokka. He'd better send Suki a thank you card.

I also really like "The way of the sword doesn't belong to any one nation." It seems obvious to us, but in a world where there are weaponisable skills that are quite literally inseparable from the nations their wielders inhabit, it's probably something no one in the Gaang has ever heard before.

Obviously the episode is a little rushed - half hour kid's show and all that - but it's still pretty crazy that you can apparently impart a solid basic knowledge of swordplay in two days.

Toph going all tsundere is funny, and makes Aang and Katara unapologetically desperate for Sokka's company twice as funny as it already is. Toph's like "whatever" and the other two spent the day making a welcome home banner.

I love how Sokka's happiness is always so loud and shameless. It makes it contagious.

This episode highlights what Sokka's actual strengths are, by instructing him in what he thinks his strengths are. If that makes sense? Sokka is brain, which he's finally starting to realise by attending brawn lessons.

He's also heart, and I'll die on that hill.

Iroh getting swole was honestly just a thing that happened. No comment really, except it was interesting to have a reminder from the guard that a character we perceive as the good guy is currently perceived as the bad guy by everyone but us. When the Fire Nation does inevitably get defeated, a whole nation is going to have to reset their worldview and that will not be an easy process.

More like this please!

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #sokka's master

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suzukiblu · 1 month ago

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WIP excerpt: Not-Kon/Not-Match. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Maybe she picked too many options ending on an "n", Cassie realizes belatedly, glancing at him again. Though a lot of the options did, really, and apparently Not-Kon/Not-Match likes that anyway, so . . .

Not-Kon/Not-Match is looking very intently at the scallions he's chopping, she notices.

"I vote Nolan," she decides, since that's the one he actually said he liked. "It means 'champion', it looks like. Just in case you need an alias later, for whatever reason you might need one. Or want."

"Mm," Not-Kon/Not-Match says, still very decidedly focused on chopping up those scallions. Never has a scallion been so decidedly chopped, Cassie thinks. "Yeah. Okay. Nolan it is."

"Cool," Cassie says, putting her phone to sleep and setting it aside. "Nice to meet you, Nolan."

Nolan smiles, just a little, and glances up to meet her eyes. He looks exactly like Kon, and nothing like Kon at all.

"Nice to meet you too, Cassie," he says quietly, still smiling.

She smiles back. It's not Kon's smile he's wearing, which makes it easier.

Though she does wonder if he's doing that on purpose or not.

Nolan finishes up with the scallions and checks on the noodles, then throws the edamame into the pot with them and grabs a bowl and some rice vinegar and soy sauce and brown sugar and then . . . Cassie's not sure, is he, like . . . making salad dressing or something? Or maybe a marinade?

Weird.

Okay, Tim definitely uploaded actual, like, real and genuine recipes into Nolan's brain. That is definitely a thing that he did, for whatever reason.

Also weird, under the circumstances.

Less weird that Nolan would go straight to using said recipes, though, since he's very explicitly prioritizing not being Kon right now. Cassie figures that's reasonable, under the circumstances. Although probably Kon would've also rather broken out of his cloning tube into a nice comfy superhero base with a cute girl and a stocked kitchen in it, she suspects. Well–assuming that Nolan actually thinks she's cute, anyway, but her personal self-image issues aside the point still stands.

Really it'd be better if Nolan didn't think she was cute, come to think, because neither of them needs that problem in life. Just . . . yeah, no. Never, please, for both their sakes.

Hopefully the therapy uploads will deal with that issue if it actually becomes an issue.

Nolan finishes with the probably-dressing and strains the noodles and edamame over the sink, then grabs a bigger bowl and throws everything in it together to toss. Cassie watches, half-debating calling someone again, but only on principle. She doesn't feel like she's in danger or needs backup and feels even less like bringing everyone down on Nolan's head all at once would help the situation.

Also if she does someone might call him "Conner" without knowing any better, sooooo . . .

Yeah, calling can wait.

At least until after they eat and clean up, anyway.

Nolan gets a couple of bowls and forks out, which probably she should’ve thought to do herself, and then he splits the noodles between them and sets them down on opposite sides of the counter before sitting down across from her. He looks exactly like Kon, and exactly like Match, and nothing like either of them at all.

But still enough like Kon for it to hurt, of course.

“Thanks,” Cassie says.

“Sure,” he says.

#cassie sandsmark #wonder girl #teen titans #wip: not-kon not-match

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quitealotofsodapop · 10 months ago

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(resending because it looks like some of my asks got deleted)

[Im uber excited to read more your fic btw!]

I'm glad that you're excited for the fic! I'm going to split up the story arcs into their own fics and turn it into a series! book 1 will feature Wukong's journey and following isolation up to a hero is born.

[...Peach chips at least dont seem to trigger the worst of his food adversion though, the crunchy chip texture seems to cancel it out.]

at least he can still get the flavor through the chips

[...So the idea that MK potientially remembers Wukong from this time is a huge shock to him.] + [MK, clueless: "Umm... their hair was a warm orange-y color. Like the sun. And I think their eyes was this really shiny yellow, or maybe amber colour? Oh! And they had this round stomach - I remember hugging it..." *gets kinda wistful* "I don't know why I'm not with them anymore, but hope they're doing ok if they're still out there."]

upon learning that MK kinda remembers him Wukong def feels guilty about not being able to raise himself, especially with the fact that MK doesn't hold anything against his "birth mother" for giving him up.

but then MK being a monkey comes out of the bag in s4 and MK and Wukong actually get to talk about it. it's a very emotional conversation, with Wukong having come to terms while in the scroll about all of his reasons for not being able to raise MK, and MK just being the sweetest most understanding boy ever, even if he wishes he could have known sooner. they come out of that conversation stronger.

what if after MK learned he was a monkey when he and Macaque go into the scroll to get Wukong they stumble upon a memory of a tiny baby monkey that looks like his monkey form cuddling into Wukong's stomach like MK remembers doing with his "birth mom" and that's how he realizes that Wukong was the person he thought was his mom. when he faced the scroll's curse he got flashes of his life before the noodle shop, but nothing that revealed anything about his birth mom except the small flash of Nuwa, so the sudden, proper reveal still takes him by surprise. he also stumbles upon the memory of Wukong crying as he makes the decision to and give away MK.

[Wukong def was hit hard by Ao Lie's passing. It pains him to give the godparent title to anyone else...]

In a way, giving the title to anyone else probably feels like the final straw of admitting that Ao Lie really is truly gone. but admitting that finally means learning to let go, allowing Wukong to grow and heal from his grief which in turn will lead to him isolating himself less. character development ya'know, and in the end he probably feels like moving on is one of the best things to honor his late brother's memory, Ao Lie would want him to move on and find joy in what he has now.

[...PIF just looks over at Red Son, alive and healthy, and just hugs Wukong the next time she sees him.]

Wukong is def very confused when he and DBK go to tell PIF that they have a plan to stop the bone demon but it involves giving the fire back to Red Son, and before he can even say hi she has him in a bear hug. he isn't used to this, he is very confused.

[And when Yuebei is born having "imprinted" on Wukong's yearning/love for Macaque...] + [Both monkey parents are sobbing, especially when they learn that Yuebei was unconciously trying her best to look like Macaque's baby with the limited genetics available. Wukong has multiple centuries of love to dish out, and Macaque is catching up fast.]

Macaque, as happy as he is that she looks enough like him that he can pass as the baby-daddy, def feels a bit guilty upon learning that the only reason that is is because of how how much Wukong missed him after he left. he loves being a parent to Yuebei, but as much as he loves people assuming that she is his their likeness also serves as a reminder that he wasn't there.

he has a lot of time to make up for, and he plans on getting right on that.

[PIF: *seeing the baby's dark fur and glowing ears* PIF (whispering so not to wake the baby): "I fcking knew it." Macaque: *is too tired/proud to argue with her* "Yeaaah..." :')]

Macaque is honestly just happy he's allowed to be involved in baby's life.

[Red has no idea what to do in response to all this baby talk, so he just; tries to apologise to SWK for setting him on fire a bunch as a toddler??] + [Mei, PIF and Jiuweihuli get talking and soon Wukong is looking at a baby shower akin to a red carpet event.]

hey, it was a delicious cake. though Wukong is pretty sure cakes aren't supposed to be spicy.

the attention Mei and the older ladies are giving him over the pregnancy is honestly a little overwhelming at times due to how unexpected it is. especially from PIF and Macaque's adopted mom figure, he'd thought the two of them would be far more mad about mac dying then anything else. he does apologizes to Jiuweihuli about bonking her over the head that one time when he was hormonal and stressed when they get a proper chance to talk.

[You'd honestly be more afraid of that baby.]

absolutely.

if the infamous "god killer" is set to show up and then you learn that the god killer is the child of the Sun Wukong, menace to the heavens, and earned her title before she was even out if the womb, that is terrifying. imagine what she'll be like when she gets older and starts combat training.

[like turning the Medusa's head into a shield.] +[Her staff being a gift from her parents that has no inate magic ability beyond the fact that she puts her trust in it as her first "real" weapon.] + [I can imagine she uses a glamour/quick magic to put the skull/mask on (like Dr Facillier in "Friends on the Other Side") as a way of saying "You're f*cked" to her opponents.]

the medusa comparison is awesome and on point!

I love idea she puts so much trust she puts into the staff because it was her first proper weapon. I feel she also puts a lot of trust into it because it's from her parents.

I love the Dr. Facillier comparison, I was thinking of her swishing her mask on like a miraculous lady bug transformation.

[I'm excited to see how your drawings go!]

I'll be sure to share soon!

[Wukong and Macaque are def panicking, though its more an excited kind of panicking. Nezha and MK are def screaming. Guanyin is the only one with a cool head the entire time.] + [Pigsy is good at pretending he isn't worried, but he ends up tearing apart the campsight's kitchen in a hurry to make enough food for everyone.]

everyone is panicking, just to different lengths. Wukong for his own sake is trying to keep his excitement to a manageable level, Macaque is notably not, portaling warm blankets and pillows and water and towels to the campsite or wherever the end up settling for Wukong's labor to play out (i like to think Guanyin takes everyone to the south sea). Mei and MK are shaking each other and screaming while Red Son tries to calm them down, Ne Zha is running around doing everything Guanyin asks of him to keep himself distanced from hyperventilating. Tang is torn between trying not to be sick and writing about what's going on, Pigsy is already tearing apart the kitchen, and Sandy is politely calling the Demon Bull parents to let them know where they are, that they're all safe, and that the baby is on the way! while keeping LBD's host preoccupied.

[Especially when DBK and PIF realise what's happening, and are posted incase Wukong's baby causes as much trouble for him as Red did to them.]

the bull family are on their way the second they hear about what's going on. they aren't missing the birth for anything, and they wanna be there for their family. also they need to check in on Red Son

[Guanyin has a secret stash in the Southern Ocean of all the letters and tapes (and even some drawings of what she might have looked like) Wukong ever made for Yuebei, in case he wasn't able to give them to her in person. Yuebei ends up finding them when she's a moody teenager, mad at her baba for something stupid.]

Guanyin is there to go through all them with her, Yuebei is amazed at much her baba loved her well before she was ever born, even if it becomes a little bittersweet after she learns that he could have died for her to be born and was willing to go through with the pregnancy anyway, for the sake of the baby he loved so much he may have never been able to meet. when she goes home she gives her baba a big hug. Yuebei: *walks into to the house* BABA Wukong: *not expecting her back so soon* oh! Yuebei, are you okay, I'm sorry about the fight earlier I was- Yuebei: *tackles him into a hug, muffled talking with her face buried in her Baba's chest* m'sorry, I love you. Wukong: *a little surprised but happy* love you too little one ps: what do you think Wukong would use as an affectionate nickname for Yuebei in this au? also, at what point do you think her name was decided on.

[Pre-series; In absense of any other godparent... I bet Wukong would have trusted Yuebei with Guanyin if possible. The goddess would have gladly taken the infant had Wukong not survived the birth, though it would pain her for many centuries to come.]

they absolutely would, even if looking at Yuebei would always be bittersweet long after it stopped actually hurting whenever she saw Wukong in her. I feel like in the event she was left in Guanyn's care, Guanyin wouldn't hide her parentage, and the first time Yuebei asks about details at like 10yo or something and they spend the next few hours going through the things Wukong left for her (except for anything specifically for certain dates/milestones).

[Once the relationship between Wukong and Mac improves, so does the baby's reaction to Mac's voice (symbolism). She finally starts to associate the "bad" voice with her bama, and soon it's not a "bad voice" anymore. Though there probably is a weird bridge-point where Mac has to put on silly accents/voices when he baby-talks to Yuebei or else she'll get mad at him.]

Macaque def cries at every big relationship milestone between him and Yuebei (and him and Wukong, seeing how much Wukong has changed for the better makes him very hopeful they could have the life they promised each other, but seeing how much Wukong has also been hurting he is very grateful he has the oppurtunity to make things better. ultimately, he is very grateful he made the decision to stay and not squander the chance). but there's def a period of time in there where anytime Macaque and Wukong get in a fight (because healing and reconciliation isn't linear) it sets his relationship with Yuebei back a couple squares.

I always thought that Macaque having six sensitive ears and being a theater performer would make him a killer at vocals, and he can change his voice pretty much at will to something completely random, someone else's voice if he hears them, or mimic the sounds of animals and/or other non-living objects that produce sounds. so he would absolutely nail and accents and voices he needs to do to keep Yuebei appeased. he probably at some point mimics Wukong's voice in order to calm her down, because out of all her "good sounds" her baba's is the most "safe".

[Yellowtusk immediately notices and warns Azure to let the cub down so she can at least crawl and inspect her new surroundings. Peng laughs at the thought of letting "the hatchling" decide the terms of her imprisonment.] + [Then Peng feels a tiny, but powerful, hand grab their wing feathers...] + [Yellowtusk leaves before the carnage reaches him.]

the brotherhood assumes Yuebei is also Macaque's kid like everyone else, and because of this Peng def is not above teasing the already fussy infant monkey. Yellowtusk is looking at his brothers either ignore or "torment" the infant of at least one if not two of their other sworn brothers. he realizes in that moment that the other two aren't who he thought they were, or at the very least they aren't anymore, but most importantly they aren't the type of people he wants to be involved with. the change of heart leads him to not feeling to bad when leaving his brothers to their fate when Yuebei has enough for the sake of his own safety.

(dont worry you asks didnt get deleted, Im just very lazy/bust with college)

referencing this previous Slow boiled au post.

[I'm glad that you're excited for the fic! I'm going to split up the story arcs into their own fics and turn it into a series! book 1 will feature Wukong's journey and following isolation up to a hero is born.]

I wait with bated subscribe button.

[upon learning that MK kinda remembers him Wukong def feels guilty about not being able to raise himself, especially with the fact that MK doesn't hold anything against his "birth mother" for giving him up. but then MK being a monkey comes out of the bag in s4 and MK and Wukong actually get to talk about it. it's a very emotional conversation, with Wukong having come to terms while in the scroll about all of his reasons for not being able to raise MK, and MK just being the sweetest most understanding boy ever, even if he wishes he could have known sooner. they come out of that conversation stronger. what if after MK learned he was a monkey when he and Macaque go into the scroll to get Wukong they stumble upon a memory of a tiny baby monkey that looks like his monkey form cuddling into Wukong's stomach like MK remembers doing with his "birth mom" and that's how he realizes that Wukong was the person he thought was his mom. when he faced the scroll's curse he got flashes of his life before the noodle shop, but nothing that revealed anything about his birth mom except the small flash of Nuwa, so the sudden, proper reveal still takes him by surprise. he also stumbles upon the memory of Wukong crying as he makes the decision to and give away MK.]

THIS WHOLE IDEA!!!

Wukong doesn't want to tell MK the truth cus he think's he'll hate him for having to give him up.

When MK and Mac see the memory of a baby monkey demon hugging (a much more sad-looking) Wukong's stomach, the memories all come flooding back to MK about who he thought was his "birth mother" . Even though he knows the Monkey King isn't really his birth parent (glaring at Nuwa), he knew that the choice to raise MK fell on his heavy shoulders. Even if MK is a *little* upset when he finds out via S4 Memory Scroll-ing with Macaque that he's a monkey demon, MK understands that the Monkey King was simply unable to care for him while he lacked a support system. Wukong wanted MK to have a "normal" childhood that he was denied, and that simply wasn't possible on FFM at the time.

Ultimately MK is glad that Wukong had the good judgement to leave MK with Pigsy all those years ago, no matter how much it hurt.

They find the memory of Wukong standing outside in the city streets, affixing a strong glamour spell to the baby's head, and sobbing as he forces himself to stop holding them long enough to disappear and make a noise that alerts the pig chef inside the shop. It's very Meet the Robinson's esque.

The first thing MK does when he reunites with Wukong, is hug him tight and say "I never blamed you." Wukong is confused until the realisation that MK was in his memories kicks in, and he starts sobbing too.

[In a way, giving the title to anyone else probably feels like the final straw of admitting that Ao Lie really is truly gone. but admitting that finally means learning to let go, allowing Wukong to grow and heal from his grief which in turn will lead to him isolating himself less. character development ya'know,]

Yeah, even if the decision to give DBK the title of "Godfather" was pretty rash in the moment, Wukong eventually hits a point where him and DBK end up having a talk about the monkey's "late younger brother" when Wukong hesistate to make it official.

DBK is understanding of why Wukong finds it hard to move on from Ao Lie's passing. He wouldn't know what he would have done if he'd lost his Xiandi all those centuries ago. DBK is patient enough to let his little bro come to terms with this emotional hurdle. He just wished he had more time to know this odd, horse-like dragon that Wukong adored as a brother.

The convo probably happens at the same time they decide to give Red Son back the Samadhi Fire + PIF giving Wukong's an unexpected hug.

[Macaque, as happy as he is that she looks enough like him that he can pass as the baby-daddy, def feels a bit guilty upon learning that the only reason that is is because of how how much Wukong missed him after he left. he loves being a parent to Yuebei, but as much as he loves people assuming that she is his their likeness also serves as a reminder that he wasn't there. he has a lot of time to make up for, and he plans on getting right on that.]

OH you better believe post S3 Macaque is running up that Dad hill full sprint to be there for Yuebei. Even if him and Wukong take a while to confront their issues, and have a fight or two, Mac ultimately wants to BE THERE for the King who missed him so much, and the cub that changed it's appearance to reflect that.

S4 is Macaque busting on through, resolving any petty fights him and Wukong had in the past, saving his mate and cub, and developing a fatherly attitude towards MK. This is THEIR happy ending, and Mac's not gonna let Azure take that away from them.

Fun fact; since Stone Eggs are able to "steal" the Dao of others, it ws common in Stone Monkey days for widowed monkeys to start the egg-making process while buried next to their mate in hopes that both of their traits lived on in the baby. It's influenced a lot by yearning/want of the parent for their mate (the supernatural "other parent").

[the attention Mei and the older ladies are giving him over the pregnancy is honestly a little overwhelming at times due to how unexpected it is. especially from PIF and Macaque's adopted mom figure, he'd thought the two of them would be far more mad about mac dying then anything else.]

Wukong is def confused but amused by how much PIF and Jiuweihuli are adoring of him, but are shooting Mac the stinkeye. PIF has already declared herself the baby's Godmother in partnership with her husband's title, and Jiuweihuli is treating the situation as if she's expecting a grandchild. Even when Wukong explains that Mac only "started the process", that doesn't deter the demonesses.

Wukong is ofc overwhelmed by the positive attention, and scurries away for a break once the womens' backs are turned. Red Son offering him a confused, but tasty spiced cake is like a breath of fresh air.

[if the infamous "god killer" is set to show up and then you learn that the god killer is the child of the Sun Wukong, menace to the heavens, and earned her title before she was even out if the womb is terrifying. imagine what she'll be like when she gets older and starts combat training.]

Yuebei, aka "The God Killer" toddles into a fancy heavenly party and all the Celestials scatter like they saw a tiger enter the room. The infant monkey just jumps on the banquet table and starts chowing down on the hors d'oeuvres like her baba before her.

[I love idea she puts so much trust she puts into the staff because it was her first proper weapon. I feel she also puts a lot of trust into it because it's from her parents. I love the Dr. Facillier comparison, I was thinking of her swishing her mask on like a miraculous lady bug transformation.]

Yuebei and her big bro MK share the trait of "I believe, so it is", and that includes her super-cool FIRST STAFF that was probably made from a completely normal stalk of bamboo by Wukong and Mac as a birthday gift.

Ooo I like that Ladybug idea for her skull-mask. Magical girl transformation except she's dressed to reap souls. >:3

Oh gosh now Im thinking of little Yuebei being obsessed with Sailor Moon. XD

[everyone is panicking, just to different lengths.] + [while keeping LBD's host preoccupied.]

The campsite is just a warzone of panicking found family members as they scramble to get things ready for the baby's arrival. I love the idea of Sandy having enough sense to call DBK and PIF on the phone to give them a heads-up.

And poor Bai He. Just got over being possessed for x-amount of months by an ancient world-ending demon, and now she's just swept up in the chaos that a baby is coming!? She probably "heard" things while being piloted by LDB, so she knows "someone" is having a baby, she just doesn't understand the context. Especially considering that the monkey demon couple (one's the Monkey King?!) have been tending to her like parents the whole trip home. and- "Is that lady Guanyin?"

Bai He def has a "she's so cute!"-moment when she sees Yuebei for the first time. She's cuter than a kitten! :3

[the bull family are on their way the second they hear about what's going on. they will do what they have to for their family.]

The second that the Bull Couple learn that Wukong is ok after LBD's defeat, they're flying over to see if their Xiandi is ok. DBK has to be reprimanded for almost getting into a fight with Nezha over their protective instincts towards Wukong in this state.

[Guanyin is there to go through all them with her, Yuebei is amazed at much her baba loved her well before she was ever born, even if it becomes a little bittersweet after she learns that he could have died for her to be born and was willing to go through with the pregnancy anyway, for the sake of the baby he loved so much he may have never been able to meet. when she goes home she gives her baba a big hug. Yuebei: *walks into to the house* BABA Wukong: *not expecting her back so soon* oh! Yuebei, are you okay, I'm sorry about the fight earlier I was- Yuebei: *tackles him into a hug, muffled talking with her face buried in her Baba's chest* m'sorry, I love you. Wukong: *a little surprised but happy* love you too little one]

OOOOUHHH!! Yuebei having the realisation in her teens about how much Wukong sacrificed/could have lost to ensure she was born safetly!! Yuebei def stares at the tapes Guanyn provides in silence, tears rolling down her face as she sees and hears her Baba in different eras, telling his baby that they may never meet but that he loves them no matter what!!

Yuebei would feel so guilty for running off after a petty fight with her Baba! Especially if one of the things she yelled at Wukong was along the lines of; "You never do anything for me!"

Wukong is just relieved that his daughter came home safe and sound. Guanyin def did the divine version of a text message telling Wukong that Yuebei came to her island, but Wukong was still worried.

[ps: what do you think Wukong would use as an affectionate nickname for Yuebei in this au? also, at what point do you think her name was decided on.]

Wukong's nickname for Yuebei is "Egg" much like MK in the TMKATI au. Hard to get rid of the moniker when Wukojng had been using it for almost a thousand years. One of the rarer nicknames he had for her was "little moonlight" whenever he was particularly wistful.

Macaque calls the baby cuter things like "starlight" or "sunspot" cus she's "a little Sun" (pun).

The name "Yuebei" aka "Lunar Apogee" was only decided in the later months leading up to her birth. Wukong had wanted to wait until the Egg was born to decide. And ofc with his "moonlight" finally back at his side, Wukong's brain went towards moon-themed names...

[they absolutely would, even if looking at Yuebei would always be bittersweet long after it stopped actually hurting whenever she saw Wukong in her.]

Guanyin would 100% refer to herself as being Yuebei's "grandmother" in the scenario that Wukong had not survived/woken up. Little Yuebei would have grown up on Fragrant Mountain in the Southern Oceans as beloved as any creature under Guanyin's protection. Safe from teh eyes of Heaven. Wukong knows he would have made a good choice.

[Macaque def cries at every big relationship milestone between him and Yuebei (and him and Wukong, seeing how much Wukong has changed for the better makes him very hopeful they could have the life they promised each other, but seeing how much Wukong has also been hurting he is very grateful he has the oppurtunity to make things better. ultimately, he is very grateful he made the decision to stay and not squander the chance). but there's def a period of time in there where anytime Macaque and Wukong get in a fight (because healing and reconciliation isn't linear) it sets his relationship with Yuebei back a couple squares.]

Macaque and Wukong I think would have had a fight just prior to S4, likely over how MK is being trained as Wukong's successor - Wukong want's to be careful and soft on the kid, while Macaque was more the mindset of preparing MK for the worst-case scenarios. It caused the two to be on not-speaking terms, even though they were still both technically co-parenting the baby. Wukong had walked out on the most recent fight, and taken Yuebei to the old stone palace to decompress when MK found the memory scroll.

The subsetquent hours is Macaque fellign like sh*t for making Wukong hate him again + Yuebei crying when Mac raised his voice. He's convinced that he F-d Up Big, and that Wukong would never trust him again- oh hey a text from Mei.

Mei, texting: "Scroll thingy ate Monkey King!! *shocked emoji*" Mac, on an ancient nokia: "WHAT!? Where's the baby!?" Mei: "Being babysat rn. Don't worry, we're on the case!" *thumbs up* + "100 emoji" Mac: "oh thank buddha."

Macaque still goes to Water Curtain Cave to see whats up... only to find no Monkey Kids, and the smell of a familar lion...

[I always thought that Macaque having six sensitive ears and being a theater performer would make him a killer at vocals, and he can change his voice pretty much at will to something completely random, someone else's voice if he hears them, or mimic the sounds of animals and/or other non-living objects that produce sounds. so he would absolutely nail and accents and voices he needs to do to keep Yuebei appeased. he probably at some point mimics Wukong's voice in order to calm her down, because out of all her "good sounds" her baba's is the most "safe".]

Macaque canonically can nail voices and animal sounds! He pretended to be Mo meowing when he split the vans up.

I can just imagine him setting a fussy Yuebei down for sleep and trying to read her a story like;

Macaque, normal voice: "Bustopher Jone-"

Yuebei: *gives him a stank face* >:(

Macaque: "Oh ok, little miss high-standards."

Macaque: *clears throat*

Macaque, now in a goofy falsetto ala Ed Wynn: "Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones— In fact, he's remarkably fat. He doesn't haunt pubs—he has eight or nine clubs, For he's the St. James's Street Cat!"

Yuebei: *delighted giggling!* :D

Wukong: *secretly watching from the doorway, falling in love with his Warrior all over again*

[the brotherhood assumes Yuebei is also Macaque's kid like everyone else, and because of this Peng def is not above teasing the already fussy infant monkey. Yellowtusk is looking at his brothers either ignore or "torment" the infant of at least one if not two of their other sworn brothers. he realizes in that moment that the other two aren't who he thought they were, or at the very least they aren't anymore, but most importantly they aren't the type of people he wants to be involved with. the change of heart leads him to not feeling to bad when leaving his brothers to their fate when Yuebei has enough for the sake of his own safety.]

Yellowtusk is the only one of the Brotherhood trio who recognises that people have changed in the last few hundred years.

The Pilgrims are dead and gone, and their decendants are far different from their originals. Brother Bull is a family man who would do anything for his wife and son.

Brother Wukong is, from what Yellowtusk overheard, has become far wiser and more cautious. And not to say the acts of heroism he's heard attributed to Brother Macaque! (Defying and saving the world from the icy bone demon that resurrected him is no mere feat - it was the talk of the celestial and demon worlds for weeks). Not to mention the tiny dark-furred infant monkey that Azure holds, squirming in his grip...

And he also recognises that his own two companions have changed... but not for the better.

The selfless leadership once held by Azure Lion has become warped into a form of tyrany, one where their new Emperor holds their sworn brothers' infant hostage and openly fantasizes about taking Brother Wukong as his consort.

The curt bluntness he had appriciated in Peng's words have become needlessly harsh and tormenting. Even towards something as small and blameless as the infant they hold hostage.

Yellowtusk recognises that perhaps even he has changed. Being made to relive your mistakes throught the Scroll can do that. He realises that he should have said more to defend his shyer brothers, and wishes that he had the foresight to know that the Jade Emperor would have succeeded in their haphazard coup.

Yellowtusk is Wise because he recognises that the best option is to jump this sinking ship now while there's still time.

He goes to take the hostage infant away from Azure's grasp when the little girl suddenly grabs hard on one of Peng's flight feathers, the gold plating crumbling away in her grip...

Yellowtusk backs out of the throne room as the child of Sun Wukong destroys the two grown warriors like they were toys to be broken. He's thankfull that his calmer treatment of the infant only leaves him with a sore trunk from the little monkey tugging on it to guesture that she was hungry.

Sorry it took so long to answer! I've been very lazy over xmas :3

#slow boiled stone egg au #stone egg talk #pregnancy tw #sun wukong #shadowpeach #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #lmk yuebei xing #yuebei xing #qi xiaotian #gif warning #lmk the brotherhood #lmk yellow tusk elephant #lmk peng #lmk azure lion

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a-libra-writes · 2 years ago

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Ello! may I please request some of the Lackadaisy characters reacting to a ridiculously tall male reader joining their crew?- like hit their head on every doorframe tall?/jk- but in all seriousness, maybe like 8ft or something?

okay im going for like 7ft or so because that SLIGHTLY more reasonable but not by much; idgaf tho this is funny. Also if you will please imagine this as a lanky ass oriental cat a la Pangur of pangur-and-grim fame. also featuring lots of bi cats, because I say so.

Lots under the cut!

♣️Rocky - Oh!! That's a big one! He makes endless "how's the weather up there" jokes (some are so weird) and has lots of ... stories ("St. Louis' very own creature from the river bottoms, only arising when the fog is heaviest!"); it really brings him back to his circus barker days. The first time you picked him up he was momentarily stunned, also he may or may not have climbed up you like a kitten when something startled him. It only happened once, okay? He's also fond of swatting at your absurdly long tail, as in it distracts him mid-sentence and he just has to take a swipe. Look, this probably won't awaken anything in him.

♣️Freckle - First thought? Terrifying, even when you bonked your head pretty bad on the doorframe. Okay, well, you were a little less scary after the third time. He's used to being smaller than most men, but something about you just towering is nothing short of creepy, especially if you have a more tough or intense personality. If you're a kinder soul, Freckle relaxes much faster. When you both have to pile into the back of the car, he feels really awkward about how you have to contort and twist yourself. Jeez, that doesn't look comfortable ... and somehow it makes him feel a lot smaller, which he doesn't appreciate.

♣️Ivy - Omiiigossshhh, the girls at school are not gonna believe this. She beelines to you right away, delighted with the novelty she's discovered. Naturally she wants to dance, and she'd be so shocked and delighted if you were elegant in spite of your lankiness - that'll get her a crush right away. Don't worry, if you're more clumsy, you're still cute! She thinks everything you do is "cute", even if you have the face of a thug and the body of a furry noodle. Having to scoot into cars, towering over the bar when you sit on a stool, your shirt sleeves nearly going to your elbows? Cute! She'd love to buy you something real fancy that fit, she just knows you'd look sharp.

♣️Mitzi - Oh. Oh my. Not her usual taste, but with the right clothes and some pomade, well, you'd be a proper gentleman. Mitzi is already plotting to get you a nice suit made, and good naturedly notes you ought to eat more or the wind will knock you right over. She already feels small next to Atlus and Viktor, but that's doubled with you. Sometimes it makes her a little uncomfortable, but she knows you don't mean to cause the discomfort. If she got you a real nice suit and a gun, you'd be an excellent guard for when she's out and about ...

♣️Viktor - He tries to recall the last time he was this much shorter than someone ... When he was twelve, perhaps? He feels zero intimidation from you, though. Viktor's confident he could snap you in half if need be. Hm, if they got some muscle on you, you might be able to handle some serious firepower... He thinks on it. Oh, and now he isn't the only one having to dodge doorframes. If you're a less violent-inclined person, many times he's growled at you to stop being so slack-jawed and try to look scary, especially when you both are supposed to be guarding.

♣️Zib - Wow yeah okay this is awakening something in him for sure. The musician gets a little hot under the collar when you stand really close and he has to look up, or god forbid, you bend down to his eye level. He has no idea why he's feeling both aroused and terrified, and what that's supposed to mean. Once you said "good boy" as a joke and he nearly tripped and fell off the stage. He's this hopeless even when you're a dork; if you're actually a smooth operator, he's doomed.

♣️Atlas - Yeah, it's not hard to figure out how you stood out to him. You were offered a job, and though you're much lankier than a triggerman out to be, Atlas has plans. Just some fattening up, some practice with a gun and a well-made suit (your Christmas present, in fact), and you cut quite a shadowy figure. The suit is probably the finest one you own, and the only clothing that's fit in years. Mitzi helped choose the color.

🏵️Serafine - She's intrigued right away, which is no surprise. Most people notice you right away, and it's even better if you work for the Marigold gang and she gets to have plenty of time to flirt and bother and amuse you. Serafine is doubly entertained if you're a more clumsy or nervous sort. She loves calling you "le fantôme" or "le boogeyman", and very much admires when you use your height to frighten someone they're having a "talk" with. She has absolutely grabbed your long-ass tail to get your attention.

🏵️Nico - Listen. He's been with men before - not as much as women, mind you, and he's always preferred those who are smaller than him, which is most. But look. You're a tree, he's a squirrel. No shame, you're cute and he'll say it. He can probably pick you up just fine (which he's very proud of) and laughs if it embarrasses you. He's very interested in how you might fight, and has given you several tips on how to use your unusual size to your advantage when going hand-to-hand with someone.

🏵️Mordecai - Yes this is definitely awakening something and he doesnt want to think hard about it also why is EVERY damn person around him a tree -- You drive him up a wall for many reasons. You slouch all the time, your clothes never fit right, you don't carry a gun that would work best for your long fingers. The Savoys joke about you being Mordecai's "project" because he keeps fussing over you. Though they must say, it's a lot easier to get information out of their targets when they have Mordecai's signature glare and a terrifying cryptid looming over him.

⛰️Wick - Oops! All those feelings he's repressed since boarding school are coming out. Note you could be awkwardly trying to get through a doorway or climb out of a car, with clothes that don't fit quite right or trying to finesse a gun that's too small and he is just, totally enamored. If you have more of a scary demeanor - or you put on that act when you're working as Mitzi's bodyguard - then he's still enamored, just with a dash of fear. So. That's confusing.

#i have a lackadaisy OC loosely based on that inbred oriental baby lol #who is just. a fucking tree. a snake with fur.#lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #calvin mcmurray x reader #freckle mcmurray x reader #ivy pepper x reader #mitzi may x reader #viktor vasko x reader #dorian zibowski x reader #zib zibowski x reader #serafine savoy x reader #nicodeme savoy x reader #mordecai heller x reader #wick sable x reader #atlas may x reader

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ghostorbz · 6 months ago

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INVADER ZIM HEADCANONS BECAUSE. YAAAYYYYY

!! some zadr !!

Main characters:

-Irken show affection by entangling their antenna together. So Zim wraps his antenna around Dibs hair spike

-Zim shoplifts candy from the store (and Dibs fridge) other times he gets Gir to steal stuff

-Once Dib ate cup noodles for 3 weeks straight. He hasn't done it since

-Dib still has the snarl beast

-He's also very good at drawing, most of his drawings being of him and Zim

-Dib probably gets dizzy when he stands up too fast

-Gaz and Tak like playing games together, Tak is super bad at them though

-Gaz is really into robotics, that's why Professor Membrane doesn't pressure her into science like he does with Dib. In fact she programmed her "security" plushies all by herself

-Gaz HAS and WILL doxx people

-Gir and MiMi are very lady and the tramp coded

-Gir would be best friends with Jenny Wakeman

-Gir CONSTANTLY steals drinks, not only from people he knows either. Like in a restaurant he will just take a big sip of someones drink and walk away

Other characters:

-Zita is a theater kid, she puts the most effort in school plays compared to everyone else

-Carl has literally anything and everything in his beanie. Need a spare pencil? He's got it. Need a notebook? It's in there. Need a bag of chips? You know he has it. But he won't ever give it to you. Like Pinkie Pie except Carl isn't helpful

-Gretchen actually can tell really good jokes, she just doesn't tell them

-Jessica and Letty are lesbian I swear to god they are

-Poonchy is a lot like Tobias from the amazing world of gumball except maybe a little less mean

-Mr. Elliot is Ms. Bitters son, he likes being around her so he got the same job as her (despite her protests)

-Mr. Dwicky probably killed that guy in the vents. Among us imposter ass

-Miyuki and Sporks tallest uniforms seem to be slightly different than Red and Purples, the slight adjustments are there to prevent Zims monsters from eating them

General:

-Hugs from behind are very beloved since you're basically hugging their PAK which is like, their everything

-Irken relationships are heavily looked down upon until they are officialized

-Tallest DNA is used for reproduction by being put in a lil tube until a smeet develops

-Tallest colors are passed down (I don't reaaally headcanon this but I think it's a cute idea)

(Not super invader zim related, but it's one of my favorite headcanons)

-Alien hominid landed on earth after the Irken empire took over his planet. He really hates Zim

(I DON'T KNOW A LOT ABOUT ALIEN HOMINID so like, sorry if I'm ignoring already established lore idk)

#invader zim #invader zim headcanon #headcanons #not tagging every character sorry! i am NOT doing that man #sorry this took literally so long to type out i had to remember a lot of them #i wish i had more headcanons for the main cast... ill think of some more eventually #probably after i finish reading all the comics #ALSO??? i literally cannot find the 4th deluxe edition comic anywhere. i have the first one right #i found 2 3 and 5 online #like for purchase #but 4 is nowhere to be seen??#god forbid i wanna complete a book series man #i already have all the comics um... legally obtained online #but i just want it physically to have it around. i like collecting yknow #sorry i literally talk so much SHUT UUUPPPPP #do i add my talking tag.... yea #shut up hazel #oh shit i forgot #nickelodeon #MY PHONE IS LAGGING HAHAJSJJS OKAY BYE

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tiny-cloud-dragon · 18 days ago

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I just realized - some of those notes the guys leave around the house could be about doctor or vet visits!!! Does TCD visit either and does he CHOMP or is he the goodest healthiest boy?

The vet/doctor? You mean the place of torment? Tiny Cloud dragon does NOT like the vet, or the doctor. He has gone to both. Which one he visits depends on which form he's in that day.

Tiny Cloud dragon uses the vet for check ups and emergency visits. His Tiny Royal Majesty suffers the indignity of being put in a cat carrier and hauled around like common luggage! He liked the vet, at first. Everyone was so nice and they all came out to gush over him and shower him with the attention worthy of a tiny king. But then everything went pancake-shaped! The veterinarian did rudely manhandle the Royal Form, poking and prodding, and shining lights in his eyes!

That simply would not do, and Tiny Cloud dragon had nipped at the vet. He had been put in the cat pannini press, and then the Royal Backside was most savagely punctured! Tiny Cloud dragon was most disturbed, and almost refused the treat he was offered afterwards. Disheveled and bewildered, he crawled into Zack's shirt and refused to come out until he was home.

Angeal, Sephiroth, and Genesis were furious. How dare their Tiny dragon king be treated this way! Their poor babey was traumatized! Angeal called the office and "had words" with the doctor, Genesis left a savagely worded Yelp review, and Sephiroth had had to be physically restrained.

From then on, the vet was his arch enemy! He would growl and hiss and bite, but the staff at the new vet office were very understanding and patient (and adoring)! Now he just makes a show of hissing, growling, and trying to bite/scratch so they know their place!

Medium Boi Cloud goes to the human doctor. He stubbornly refuses to go, preferring to try to heal his own injuries with healing factor in his venom and saliva. Sonetimes it doesn't work and an injury/illness gets so bad, Mom!Angeal has to take him in (drag him in by the ear). He is very grumpy, nervous, and on edge. He hisses at everyone, and Angeal has to hold onto him to keep him from running out.

His file is stamped with "Caution: Bites. Is venomous", because he will bite, and it will leave the victim with a noodle arm that lasts a few hours.

He will sit still, though, feeling less vulnerable in his bigger form. It helps that Angeal is there to keep him calm. The man has a soothing presence, even when needles are involved. Cloud doesn't like shots, but they aren't so bad when Angeal is rubbing his ears or letting him hide his face in his shirt.

Zack, Sephiroth, and Genesis are not allowed to go into the exam room with Cloud because

Zack will scoop Cloud up and walk out with him if he makes the Sad Eyes at him.

Sephiroth will try to burn the place down if Cloud so much as whimpers.

Genesis will throw a very loud, very flamboyant fit and go full Kaern Mode, denanding to speak to the manager if so much as looks like he might cry.

Big Boi Cloud is not afraid of the vet at the large animal hospital. He's so big there's not much he's afraid of (except for fuzzy caterpillars). He just finds the whole process undignified. Here he is, a big noble, fearsome dragon king, being put in a halter and cross tied because he may or may not be marked as a biter He hisses and growls his displeasure, but tolerates being handled.

He can heal his own wounds with his venom and saliva, so he only really needs to go to the vet for serious injuries or regular health checks.

He can easily adjust his size to fit in Zack's car, and could just stay the size of a large dog, but where be the fun in that? And why make it easy? His Big Boi form was way too big for the horrid cat crate, so they couldn't shove him in there. If he was going to be inconvenienced with a vet visit, then everyone was going to be inconvenienced by his size!

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #cloud strife #tiny cloud dragon #tiny dragon cloud #dragon!cloud #final fantasy #dragon au #dragon!au #zack fair #angeal hewley #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos

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fandomwe1rd0 · 2 months ago

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"Colors" A Rick and Morty songfic

TW ALOCHOL AND DRUG ABUSE UNDER THE CUT

Your little brother never tells you, but he loves you so

Rick was looking at Morty. He was asleep, he looked so peaceful when he's asleep, so much different then how he usually saw Morty, yelling, running, and overall just being anxiety if anxiety was a person. He sighed as he saw the bruises that littered Morty's arms after their latest adventure, he ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. He took a syringe and injected it into Morty's cheek letting out a deep sigh. A churning in his gut formed with the knowledge that this was his fault. He patted Morty's head with a whisper "I'm sorry..."

Rick's inner voice insulted him "You don't deserve his forgiveness. You're a piece of shit."

You said your mother only smiled on her tv show

Morty tapped on her mom's shoulder. Beth turned over "What!?" Morty flinched

"See even your mom doesn't want to spend time with you anymore, she hates you. Everyone does." Morty's inner voice chided.

Morty stammered "I-I-I just-" Beth sighed "Look, I'm busy right now, can it wait?" "But I-" Beth sent a glare that sent shivers down Morty's spine, "Wait." Morty gulped then Beth's phone rang. She pinched her nose and mumbled "This shit again..." She answered the phone with a smile on her face, she chirped, her voice like honey "Hello! This is Beth! Yes I can go to the horse hospital right now!" Beth started walking and Morty grabbed onto her arm "Wait mom-" Beth ripped herself from Morty's grip and went to the horse hospital, while Morty gripped onto the card he made Beth for Mother's Day.

You're only happy when you're sorry, head is filled with dope

Rick was high off of kalaxium crystal, he also maybe had a weeeee bit of whiskey. Hah. That's what he told himself. It made his addiction sound less serious right? In truth, he only had 2 bottles. Less than the 5 bottles he usually drank though. He attempted to open Morty's door, he missed the doorknob 4 times, but eventually manged to open it, kicking the door behind him to close it. Morty fluttered his eyes open. Wait..what was Rick doing here? He had a test tomorrow! Morty internally groaned "R-Rick what is-" Rick cut him off with a hug. Morty hated the way he near instinctively relaxed by the hug. "Rick what is-" "I'm sorry little budddddyyyy." Morty blinked.

What?

Rick wasn't one to apologize...

"Because he doesn't have to apologize. You deserve it. You're just an oversensitive piece of shit." Morty's inner voice commented, laced with venom.

Morty gulped down the lump in his throat.

Rick slurred "I...I put you through too much budddddyyyy. S-sorry for being mean on the latest adventureeeee." Rick smiled wide, showing his yellow teeth "Y-you did good buddy...y-you...you did great m-my little buddddyyy"

"He doesn't put you through too much." Morty's inner voice argued. "You're just too weak." Morty hated the way his cheeks flushed due to being flattered as soon as those words left Rick's mouth, hated the way hs body went limp, completely surrendering to Rick's touch, he knew Rick didn't mean it but...the physical affection and validation was nice...even if he only got it while Rick was drunk

"God, you're soaking this up like a puppy..." Morty felt his cheeks getting hot, this time with shame

"Pull away." His inner voice urged "If you do this he's just going to using you for adventures."

But Morty didn't.

He doesn't know why he didn't.

But he didn't.

He just...couldn't...

"Fucking weak ass bitch..." His inner voice muttered as if Morty couldn't hear him.

Morty hated the way tears stung his eyes.

He really was weak...

Rick asked "What's wronngggg you became like a limp noodle buddyyyy." "Nothing."

Rick laughed "You're weirddddd." Morty sniffled, hating how loud it was, Rick asked "You sure you're okay m-muh m-my guyyy" "I'm fine" Morty lied, replying a little too quickly.

He always lied.

He was never fine.

But Rick didn't care.

He never did.

I hope you make it to the day you're 28 years old

Rick laid surrounded by beer cans and pills, completely passed out.

Morty was left cleaning up the beer cans and pill containers. He sighed.

"Nice job, downgraded from Rick's sidekick to his maid." Morty's inner voice sarcastically congratulated. Morty clutched onto the bag.

Hard.

The bag crinkled under his grip and Morty took a deep breath as he continued cleaning with a vice-like grip on the bag.

He looked over to Rick, and sighed. "How are you still alive?" Morty mumbles. His eyes shoot open when he realizes what he said, he feels something horrible twist in his gut, that's a terrible thing to say! Why did he even say that!? Morty felt it again, for the 3rd time this week, it was Wednesday, he felt it. The awful, aggressive, angry, feeling chewing inside of him, wanting to get out.

He ignored it.

He always did.

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise

Rick and Morty were running from a monster. Morty was panting, sweat covering his shirt. Rick grabbed Morty's wrist roughly as he pulled him near him "GO FASTER FUCKNUT!" Morty was hyperventilating, running as fast as his legs can take him.

"You're so fucking weak." Morty's inner voice insulted. Morty was too busy trying to get his heart to stop beating so fast, to put an end to the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

You're spilling like an overflowing sink

As Morty was running, he felt tears stinging his eyes, he hated how he was starting to cry when stressed, Rick's bruising grip on his wrist wasn't helping either, Morty could already see the purple-blueish marks that were starting to blossom like flowers on his wrists.

Morty squeaked "R-Rick...your grip...you're hurting me..."

Morty cringed at how pathetic he sounded. His inner voice made it clear that he sounded pathetic

"Jesus, crying like a little baby back bitch." Morty sniffed and Rick rolled his eyes "There are more important thing to worry about Morty!" Rick barked. Morty looked up at him with watery eyes and let out a pitiful "Please...?' Rick groaned "Jesus fucking Christ." Instead of loosening his grip like a normal person, Rick pulled Morty closer, and hoisted him over his shoulder, one of his hands on Morty's back as he used his other to shoot the beast that was hunting them. Morty blinked "Rick what-" Rick barked "Shut up."

Morty's inner voice mocked "Forcing Rick to carry you like you're a fucking baby...God you're pathetic." Morty didn't force him to do this! But he hated himself as he felt a comfort at his touch, his body instinctively yielding to Rick's touch. Jeez, he really was Rick's lapdog wasn't he?

You're ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece, and now you're tearing through the pages and the ink (mmm, mmm)

After that adventure Morty was dry heaving and Rick looked away, patting Morty's back. Morty felt tears sting his eyes.

"Look at you, Christ you are such a big baby."

That did it.

All the emotion he was holding in all day came out as Morty began crying and dove into Rick's chest, sobbing in his chest while clutching his lab coat with an iron-fisted grip. Rick put his arms up, unsure what to do with them, he looked around awkwardly then placed them around Morty. "Hey buddy...wh-wha-*burp*-t ha-what's wrong buddy?" Morty sniffled.

"Look at you, clinging to him, he hates you. I know he does."

That just made Morty cry harder.

"I-I'm sorry Rick...I-I'm so needy...so clingy...you must hate me..."

"Morty..."

"I-I made you carry me! Y-you had to carry me on our adventure! L-Like I was some kind of...like some kind of child!"

Rick began rubbing Morty's back in comforting circle as Morty locked his arms around Rick's neck as tears flooded from his eyes.

Rick sighed "Morty...c'mon...you know I don't..."

Rick's jaw clenched.

He couldn't let himself finish that sentence.

"You know what happens when you love people." Rick inner voice bitterly reminded him of. "Remember what happened with Diane?" Rick bit his lip until he the metallic tasting blood coated his tongue.

"You know I..." The words died on Rick's blood soaked tongue.

He sighed and just hugged Morty as Morty bawled his eyes out on Rick's chest.

Everything is blue

Rick sat down in his office, staring up into the ceiling.

"You're such an asshole."

Rick needed something to numb the pain.

His pills,

Rick took out a canister of opioid pills, and swallowed them, his eyes immediately dialed, leaving a small sliver of blue left, he giggled as he felt the euphoria take over, making everything else seem but also his stomach churned, as he suddenly felt the need to throw up, he clutched his stomach, laughing breathy. As he tried his best to ignore the tears filling his eyes.

His hands, his jeans

Morty looked at his hands, breathing heavily as the teal blood of Mr. Jellybean was coating his hands, the sickening warmness on his hands, his breathing heavied as he clutched the stall door, quiet sobs rattled from his chest, hugging his knees. Not caring that the teal blood stained his jeans. He hated being in the same stall as that sick fuck, He buried his face in his jeans, slobber and tears darkening his jeans in dark spots.

And now I'm covered in the colors, pulled apart at the seams, and it's blue, and it's blue

Morty was on yet another adventure with Rick, he had no say in it, did he? He always was going to get dragged on these adventures, whether he liked it or not.

It doesn't matter if he didn't feel like it.

It doesn't matter if he's so sick he can barely move.

It doesn't matter if he got no sleep last night.

It doesn't matter if it was dangerous.

It doesn't matter if Morty could die during the adventure.

He always needed to go with Rick.

Always.

"Because you're nothing but a pathetic lapdog to Rick." Morty's inner voice commented.

Morty's shoulder slumped.

It was right.

It was always right...

Everything is grey

Rick laid down on his bed, trying to find a reason to get out, which always got more and more difficult. His entire world felt grey. Numb. Bleak. Tired. Damp. Nothing matters, he knew that. So why bother doing anything? Why not just go to sleep forever? Why even live? Lord knows Rick hates himself anyway...he hated his life, he hated everything.

Rick thought of Morty, that's right...that's why he was still alive...he hated that kid...

"Oh shut up, you love him, you shouldn't feel anything you know what happens when you love people, they die or leave you, and y'know what? I don't blame them. You deserve it." Rick's inner voice snubbed

No he doesn't.

"Keep telling yourself that..." Rick's inner voice said.

Well...Rick wanted to hate him.

But it's not his fault!

It's Morty's!

It's not like it's Rick's fault that Morty's smile radiated pure innocence, so much so that it reminded Rick that there was still some good in this broken universe, it wasn't Rick's fault that the way Morty looked at Rick with so much trust in his eyes, the trust the he didn't deserve, the look that made Rick almost feel like he wasn't a huge piece of shit and hate himself at the same time, it wasn't Rick's fault that Morty was able to ground Rick into the world the way nobody else was able to..the way he was his little buddy, his partner, his best friend, his...

...

His reason to live...

...

Rick hated almost everything.

His hair.

Rick ran a hand through his grayish light blue hair. His hands nearly instinctively reached for his cigarette.

"Of course you fucking reach for the cigarettes, you fucking addict." His inner voice criticized.

Rick reached for a cigarette. Smoking the whole thing in one breath.

His smoke

Rick exhaled, the grey smoke filling up the garage. Rick coughed, but only a little. He got used to it. Used to the metal in his lungs, he could always get new ones, so why did it matter?

The back of his throat was itchy, God it was annoying, but he could always reverse it.

His mouth became dry, but he could always make a device to wet his lips again, or just fucking lick them, he could also just drink alcohol, like how he always did. He has burned through so many livers.

Why did anything matter?

If you're a man who can do anything you want, why even try anymore?

Any negative effects of anything can easily be removed, so what's the point?

Why take care of yourself?

That was Rick's thought process, at least.

I mean, he certainly didn't like himself enough to take care of him, so why put in the effort when he can be doing more important things?

His dreams

Y'know Rick's old dream was to kill Rick Prime.

He has fantasized about it so, so many times.

It was going to be an epic battle.

Or at least that's what Rick always thought.

But here he was.

Punching Rick Prime while he was strapped to a chair.

He saw the life drain from his eyes, heard him gurgling on his own blood, saw him become motionless, expecting to feel some happiness, or hell, I don't know...satisfaction?

He just killed the guy who killed his wife.

But he felt nothing.

Nothing.

And now he's so devoid of color, he don't know what it means and he's blue and he's blue...

Whenever the effects of the drugs Rick took worse off, he would take more. Or he would just drink alcohol.

When the effects of his alcohol wear off. He took more.

He always just wanted more, more, more.

He was never satisfied. He always just felt empty.

There was a hole in him.

It just took more, more, more.

It was never satisfied.

Never.

It numbed him at least.

Made the voices quieter.

Made the voices got further and further away...until Rick almost couldn't hear them

...

Almost.

Numbed him to everything.

Made him forget how much he hated himself.

It didn't matter how much it destroyed him.

How ashamed he felt about himself after.

How much he regretted what he did when he was drunk.

It didn't matter how much it isolated himself from his family.

He didn't care.

He liked being alone.

So why did he always want to cry when he was alone...?

Whatever.

It helped for the moment.

Made him feel relaxed, euphoric.

He felt pure ecstasy for the moment.

It was only for a moment.

He always felt like shit afterwards...

But...the pure, raw, unfiltered, ecstasy...

That made it worth it in the end...

...

Right...?

...

I-it made it worth it

...

Please tell him it made it worth

#rick #and #morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #rick and morty #rick c137 #Rick prime mention #mentioned Rick Prime #Angst #Tw alcohol abuse #Tw Drug abuse #Tw substance abuse #Songfic #Heavy angst

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connieisthesun · 1 year ago

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Wildest Dreams (Conrad fisher x y/n)

You see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Sweaty bodies, the dizzying aroma of alcohol and a pounding remix of trending tiktok audios. It was nothing more or less than an infamous college party.

As a studious individual, I never usually partake in such fickle activities until my best friend Angelina begged me to go the night before as pay back from eating her last packet of instant noodles, what can I say, it was 2am and the hunger hit different!

Aside that as she was partying it up with some ran-do named Allen, Alex? - I didn't catch his name. I was standing in a corner to avoid the excessive grinding of drunken kids, unbeknownst to me a pair of sapphirical diamonds, piercing deeper than a lustful cesspool was the gleaming and most respectful eyes of you guessed it Conrad Fisher. The most sought out guy in college.

Lost in thought, I was quite rudely bumped into a deeply intertwined couple was making their way upstairs to conduct more "business." My legs entangled before me, I tripped and fell into the arms of the infamous fuckboy Jason.

"You don't have to hurt yourself to get my attention"

I quietly revolt in my mouth, who does this guy think he is?'

"Thank you, I was just leaving." I mumble.

"Leaving y/n darling, already? The party just started, why don't you be a good girl and lead the way upstairs." He whispers with fake innocence.

I could not believe he thought I would give my virginity to him, a guy who had the ego of the president but the looks of a furless moleskin rat!

Disgusted, I visibly grimace and attempt to break free of his grasp, before I could do so his hands began sliding its way up my thigh and his hand around my waist tightening ever so slightly. I am frightened, is this really happening?

"Jason!" called a distant figure who's silhouette was only visible to me.

Jason's breathing quickens with his distraughtful presence still looming over me, an air of vindicative energy fills the room.

"Leave her alone, she obviously doesn't want to fuck you or be seen 10 feet within you so leave her the fuck alone before I punch you shitless."

Gob-smacked by this behaviour, you rustle out of Jason's arm's to be met by the warm embrace of the one and only Conrad. Your heart pangs a little as he grips you assuredly.

"Look at me, are you ok? He exclaims.

You begin to speak before-

"I swear to God, just wait until I get my hands on him, hurting a sweet pretty thing like you."

"Conrad! I'm fine - thank you."

"Sorry for overreacting, do you want me to walk you to your apartment for safety y/n" He looks intimately in your eyes as he hopefully awaits a response.

"Yes sure, please. I don't want to have another encounter at a party again!"

"Tell me about it, all guys want these days is sex." You feel relieved that Conrad isn't a misogynistic brat though that's just the bare minmum. You engage in a meaningful conversation on the way home, talking about various topics before your arrive at your front door step.

"Thanks Conrad, it really means a lot to me that you care."

"No problem, I'm here if you need me y/n."

"Wait, how do you know my name, we've never formally met before."

"Lets just say a girl like you no matter the name is unforgettable." He offers a quick smile before muttering goodnight and leaving. As if in a delirious state you clutch your chest and make your way to your bed only to dream about the night you just had and the wildest possibilities of you and Conrad.

Thanks so much for reading! This is my first fic so go easy on me lol but honestly I had to feed you girlies as season 2 has come to a close and conrad fics are slowly disappearing. Let me know if you want a part 2, I'll make sure the parts are more longer and get into the backstory of both y/n and Conrad but for now see you later!

P.S -> I'll add you to my taglist for future content if you comment your name :)

#conrad #conrad fisher #tsitp #conrad fisher x y/n #fluffy conrad #angst conrad #conrad fisher hot #the summer i turned pretty #anti belly #y/n #conrad fisher smut

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kidrauhlschik · 11 months ago

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3. Tangled Memories - Lee Know AU

Post Traumatic Amnesia (PTA) is a transient state of confusion, disorientation and memory loss that occurs immediately following a traumatic brain injury. PTA is sometimes also referred to as post traumatic confusional state and can occur from the moment of injury until the return of continuous memory.

The accident was a tragedy.

But it was the best tragedy to ever happen to you.

Pt 3 - See pt 1, 2, & 4 on the Masterlist linked above

Warnings: angst, f!reader, enemies to lovers, drunk driving, gaslighting, Fighting, yelling, cursing, angst, heartbreak, lies, angst, accidents, not proofread, minho is mean, lmk if I missed anything!!

Words: 6.7k

"Did I know how to skate?" You yell out to Minho while pulling out a skateboard from a box that was in the depths of the hallway closet.

"Huh? I don't know" He responds while continuing to make dinner.

You frown and make your way to the kitchen.

"Why don't you know?" He should know right? Even if the two of you were distant friends, he should still know, right?

"Maybe you haven't skated in a while?" He's doing all he can to avoid eye contact, but that is nothing new for Minho. It made enough sense to you though.

In the middle of dinner, while shoveling food into your mouth, you get a random idea. "Wanna go skating together?"

"I don't know how to skate." He deadpans.

"I do, I can teach you!"

"You didn't even know you could until like thirty minutes ago."

"It should be like riding a bike, right?"

After much debating in his head, Minho decides to leave caution in the wind. It's been a while since he had fun, and he might as well enjoy your friendship while he still could.

"Fine. We can buy a board for me after we finish eating." He responds, making it seem like he wasn't a bit excited for the idea.

You immediately stand from your chair at his response. "Great! I'll go get ready!" Leaving half a bowl of noodles behind. Not noticing that the man you left behind was lost in his own thoughts.

Minho sighs and grabs your plate to finish it up for you. He doesn't take you out often, Chris and the others take that upon themselves, and he had barely gotten comfortable around you again. Well, as comfortable as an ex rival that caused you to leave the house to have an accident, who also has been lying to you and pretended to have a crush on you, who is now aware that you might have a crush on him which makes him uneasy, can get.

After an hour, the two of you had made your way to the park that the two of you had visited before. Minho was holding you by your forearms, similar to how you were holding him, except with a lot less hawk-like grip. You legs were shaking, causing the board to move from side to side, had it not been for Minho holding you the entire time, you might've already broken a bone or two.

"Like riding a bike, huh?" He laughs, and amidst your panic, you notice that his two front teeth are larger than the rest, giving his smile a sense of innocence and cuteness, like a rabbit.

"Adorable." You think you say that in your head, until Minho's smile disappears and his grip faulters. The board slips from under you, and instead of falling with it, you throw yourself forward to the man that would cushion your fall.

In shock, Minho lays there frozen in place. His small eyes, wide with surprise, searching for any signs of discomfort in your face. His arms still loosely holding your forearms, while your hands were on either side of his head.

From below you, the man with such cold demeanor looked young. You couldn't quite place it, but his eyes lacked worry, and his features looked soft. He wasn't pensive, or stressed, or anything that you've grown accustomed to see on him. For a second, his mind was blank.

The pain in your arm brought you back to reality. It's healed but landing on it using your full weight caused a shooting pain that you had forgotten. Unable to hold yourself up, you wince in paid and let your arm drop, now using you elbow to lean on.

After opening your eyes, Minho had the same shocked expression he wore before, except now, your face is not even an inch away from his. You hair is brushing his forehead, your noses are almost touching, and you can feel his breath on your lips. Up close, you begin to notice more about him, like the way his cupids bow is deeper than most. Had his eyes always been so sharp? Had his lips always looked so soft?

Without thinking, you lean in, softly. You don't attack him, but more so, showing him that if he wanted to keep going, the door was open for him. Your lips brush against each other as you close your eyes, hoping that he may do the same.

A million thoughts ran through his head, a million scenarios with no clear beginning or ending. Yet, all he can focus on is your warm body pressed against him, the world silent around you, and your lips touching his. He leans in to close the gap, closing his eyes and savoring the moment. Sending his brain into hyper-focus, he puts his hand behind your head and flips you around, making sure your head wouldn't hit the cement below you. His kiss is gentle at first, wanting to make sure that every move he made was safe, but he wanted to turn it into something more. He still felt intense feelings towards you, but now he wasn't sure that they were all hate.

He slowly pulls away while staring at your silent smile as your eyes flutter open.

Neither of you know what to do or say, so you opt to end the awkwardness. With a laugh, you hit his chest dramatically. "Get off of me! You're heavier than you look!"

Your words bring a smile back to his face, relaxing a bit. "Oh yeah? You're not the one who was used as a human cushion." He stands above you and offers you a hand in help, which you gladly take.

"I guess skating is not like riding a bike. Tsk. We can try again later." You say while patting the dirt off of your clothess.

"Who the hell is we?" He asks as he's picking up your board from where it had rolled to the grass. He didn't even get a chance to try.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say Minnie." Your words make him freeze in place. You had never called him Minnie before. Hell, you hardly ever called him by his real name before the accident.

You begin to walk towards the car but stop when you realize that Minho wasn't following you.

Turning around, you find him still standing at the place your board had rolled to. "You coming?"

How foolish? What game was Minho trying to play with himself? He knew that you hated him, not current you but past you did, and he's sure that future you will as well. He's well aware that there is no way this would end well, but you're so gentle, so beautiful, you're caring, confident, and sometimes funny. How did he never see that before? Conflicted is the best word he could use to describe what he was feeling, on one hand you were despicable to him, you made sure to make his life hell whenever you came around, and you were selfish and only ever cared about your own feelings. On the other hand, you took care of him while he took care of you, you sat by his side in silence while no one could stand to be in a room with him, you made him smile on days he thought it wasn't worth it, and you became a piece of sunshine to him. A sunshine that he wanted to protect from rainy days and scary nights.

So yeah. Conflicted.

"Yeah! Coming."

Once you arrived back to your apartment, you stood outside and turned to Minho.

"I hate to do this right now, but I agreed to spend the night at Hyunjin's tonight. He wanted to show me this movie that he swears I used to love." Hyunjin. Your mutual friend Hyunjin, the guy who had been friends with you longer than Minho had. The Hwang Hyunjin who only saw you as a friend. So why did it bother Minho so much?

It had to be fear at the possibility any of the guys would tell you the truth about Minho. That was surely it.

"But I'll be back tomorrow, we can watch your favorite movie then? I can learn more about you." Your suggestion was more of a question, scared that anything had changed between you and Minho because of the kiss.

"I would love that." He gives you small smile before turning towards the door to make himself in. You stop him before he could step through and take him into your embrace.

Your arms are hooked around his neck, and Minho stands frozen in place, holding a board on either hand.

Your voice is hardly above a whisper, "Thank you for everything Min." and you hold him tighter.

He drops the boards once he hears the words and brings his arms around your waist. Holding you so close that his nose brushes your neck and he can smell the scent of your shampoo.

Your hug felt so warm to him. He wanted to cry because he felt trusted and appreciated for the first time in a long time. Knowing that it was all built on lies made him want to crumble to the ground.

After taking your scent in one more time, he lets you go and quickly collects the boards, purposely avoiding eye contact with you. His face was flushed, but you just assumed that he was feeling flustered from your words.

"Be safe. Text me when you get there." He says to you while almost running inside and shutting the door behind him, leaving you outside alone. His words brought strange comfort to your chest, a bit endearing and unexpected to hear from Lee Minho of all people.

"Wait you did what?!" Hyunjin's surprised face and the wine glass he was holding made him look like a character from a reality show. Real House Wives? You couldn't quite remember.

"I didn't plan it okay? I lost my balance and things just kind of happened." Hyunjin had become your confidant among everything Minho related. It felt as if he was the only one supporting your delusions.

Realistically, he was the only one foolish enough to believe in the enemies to lovers trope. Everyone else would try to plant seeds of doubt in your brain, while Hyunjin was always the one to ask for more details and agree with everything you'd say, no matter how delusional or out of pocket it could be. Call him a hopeless romantic of sorts.

"What the hell made you think you could skate?"

"Well, there was a board in my closet..." Hyunjin throws his head back and begins to laugh as if you had said the joke of the century.

"That's not yours you idiot. Innie asked you to hold it for him while he was moving last year. Guess you never gave it back." He takes a second to wipe away his tears. "You have the balance of a baby giraffe. Please. You? Skating? As if."

"You're a dick." Pouting, you go to take another sip of wine.

"Yeah, yeah, but you love me."

"I guess."

Obviously, he always has to have the last word. "Not more than you love Minho though." He jokes as he catapults himself to the kitchen, presumably to fill his glass back up.

"Hey!" You shout in his direction but he's well out of your line of sight at that point.

If this had always been your life, you'd love to remember the fond memories you shared with all of your friends. Then maybe you could figure out why you had ever rejected Minho.

Minho woke up to the sound of sobs.

The light sleeper that he is, he heard muffled cries from your room across the hallway. Half asleep and in pajamas, he follows the sound of your cries, his brain still lagging behind in bed.

He doesn't quite zone in to the situation until he opens your door. He finds you beside your bed, on the floor. You are holding your knees up to your chest and you were hiding your face within your own body.

You don't look up until Minho touches your back. Had he called out for you? When did he even come in? You jump away from his touch, still sobbing, but making some distance between yourself and the man.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly, as if he spoke any louder, you'd run away like a stray cat in fear.

"Go away," Your voice is shaky, and once again, Minho is thrown in for a loop. He's only ever seen you mad and happy, but sad? That was a new puzzle for him. "Please." The word comes out so small and frail, causing Minho to be at a loss of words. He wanted to help you, but everyone is different, what if he accidentally made everything worse?

"Are you having a panic attack?"

Were you having a panic attack? Is this what having a panic attack feels like? You've never had a panic attack before, or that's what you think. Fear is the only thing you can feel, overwhelmed by the memories, and your surroundings, the floor being too rough, the lights being too bright, you just wanted to shut everything off, your mind included. His presence feels overbearing, he wants something, he wants a response, and that's frustrating. So many expectancies, so many opinions, and you can't ever meet the mark. Why can't your brain get it's shit together? Why is it showing you the bad parts of your life? You wish you could permanently erase those, or maybe even erase everything. A clean slate had been good so far, was every memory going to continue being this shitty?

"Where are you right now?" His voice breaks you out of your thoughts for half a second. You want to respond, but even the task feels like too much at the moment, so you just stare at him confused.

"Tell me where you are right now." You can hear the demand, but it's so foolish. Why won't he leave you alone?

"Answer me."

If you answer him, he might finally leave you alone. "My room." Unsure and cautious, your voice hardly reaches his ears.

"Wonderful. Now, what's my name?"

Is he high? What the hell was he talking about? You take a minute to study the man and make sure he wasn't part of a dream or a hallucination.

After realizing that he might be real, you reply. "You're Lee Minho."

"Sure am. What time is it?" He asks as if he didn't have a phone in his pocket, but you take notice.

"You can check your phone."

Dead serious, he responds, "No I can't. Tell me the time."

With a huff, you stood up and looked through you bedsheet to find your own phone. "It's 01:16 AM." You say while throwing the device back in bed.

"Cool. Thanks. How old are you?"

"Lee Minho. What the fuck are you trying to get at?" You have had enough non sense. What kind of stupid questions are those?

He lets out a breath and closes his eyes for a second. When he opens them, he's met with your confused, angry ones.

"Are you feeling better?" His voice still as soft as before.

"Am I feeling better? What kind of fucking question is that?" After the question escapes your lips, you realize what he'd just done. "I mean, yes. A little." You sit back down in the floor, mirroring his position a couple of feet next to you, both now significantly more relaxed.

"Good." That's all he says in response. He stares at his hands and doesn't try to pry or say anything further.

After a couple of minutes of comfortable silence, you're the first one to speak up. "I remembered some things."

He looks up to make eye contact with you and you notice something strange about the way he looks at you. Was it panic?

Since he remains tight lipped and serious, so you take it upon yourself to continue talking.

"I remembered the night I left my house, how terrible my family was, living alone in the streets, not knowing what my next meal would be, not knowing who to trust,-" He interrupts you before you got more carried away with your words.

"You're not there anymore. You are here. You are with me in the safety of your own room, inside of your own apartment. You are not alone, and you don't have to explain anything if you don't want to. Just know that if you do, I will listen to you." His serious expression is hard to read at times, the only thing giving him away were his eyes, full of comfort and care. You could stare at him all night.

You try to fully process his words. How does he always know what to say? Lee Minho, the guy who has been by your side since you woke up from the hospital, the one who never tried to pressure you into remembering, the guy who cares about you despite not even remembering him. Lee Minho, the guy who has made you fall for him without even trying.

"Thank you Min. It's just that it sucks, I feel like I'm trying to solve a puzzle in my head all day and night. The memories come as dreams sometimes and I can't separate reality from fantasy. I hoped that what I remembered was just a nightmare, but it makes sense, it feels too real to be made up." You scoot closer to him in order to allow yourself to be comforted, but the action that used to feel natural, felt more stiff this time. Suddenly, the feeling of being alone and unable to rely on anyone creeps into your spine. What if he betrayed you? What if he took advantage of you? The trust you're putting on him felt as if you were giving him a piece of your heart, hoping he wouldn't drop it. This is Minho though, he wouldn't do anything to hurt you. So you swallow your worry and keep talking. "Is everything going to be like this? Was my life that awful? Will they only get worse from here?" The question is barely audible, afraid of what the answer may be.

"No." He immediately responds. "You met Chan, Hyunjin, Felix, Innie, and the rest of the guys, they all love you. The memories you've made with them were incredible. You're really intelligent and hard working, you even got your own apartment instead of staying in the dorms! And the memories you will make in the future will blow away all of the shitty things you've been through. I can't promise you it'll be perfect, but it'll be better." Everything he said was true, he never acknowledged your accomplishments before, he never cared to, but seeing you under a new light, he was finally able to see how amazing you were. Smart, competitive, gentle, caring, strong, independent, just to name a few of the qualities he admires about you. Little does he know that those are some of your favorite qualities about him.

"And you." He tilts his head in confusion. "I met you." You smile at him affectionately.

He offers a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, and me."

"I'm just scared. I can already tell that my past really messed with me, but I don't want to change. I like who I am now Min. What if my memories leave me so broken, that I become a shell of who I wanted to be?" You liked your life now, what if losing your memories had been a blessing? Why was the world trying to take your blessing away from you?

"It's okay to be broken," His hand reaches yours and holds it tightly in his, "I'm here to hold the pieces."

A relieved smile makes its was to your face. You knew that you could trust him.

Before, you would've opted to throw your hands around him to give him a hug, but with this new found fear of yours, you settle for resting your head on his shoulder.

The two of you sit there until the morning, you telling him a some memories and puzzle pieces, and him listening to everything you had to say.

You had been distant since that night. Always seemingly in your own little world as if actively working to untangle the webs in your brain.

Initially, Minho didn't give it much thought, he wanted to give you some space. However, he couldn't help but miss your excitement and curiosity. It seemed as if joy had been stripped from you that night and there seemed to be a dark cloud following you ever since.

You were beginning to resemble the person that you were before, at least to him. Whenever he'd see you in passing, you were always smiling and trying to make others happy. When you were with him, it was as if your only joy came from making him miserable, but Minho didn't want that anymore, but he also doesn't want you to hide yourself anymore. He doesn't want to ask you to act how you used to, but he also hates to see you sad.

If this had happened a year ago, Minho would have paid to see you suffer, but for some reason, now he can't stand it.

You'd never guess though. All of your days blended together. Wake up, eat the breakfast Minho left for you, watch the shows the guys recommended you (something about as if you were watching them for the first time), play some memory games, take a nap, eat dinner with Minho, watch a movie, and go to sleep. You've been doing everything you could to avoid hanging out with the other guys, they'd immediately know something was wrong, and you don't want them to bother worrying about you.

Unfortunately, you couldn't do much about Minho knowing, since he made himself inside your of room that horrid night. So you had no choice but to coexist with him and hope that he didn't tattle to to the other guys.

"Hey, how's Y/N? I haven't seen her in while, kinda feels like she's avoiding me." Jeongin says as he packs up the rest of his things.

Felix makes his way to the pair, bag already hanging from his shoulder. "Yeah I've been feeling like that too. How is she?"

Minho feels as if they only ever talk to him to talk about you, but he doesn't mind too much. Something is better than nothing after all.

"She's fine. Just been feeling a little down lately."

"Why? What happened?" Chan appears behind Minho as if he had been waiting to hop in the conversation.

"Nothing, she just misses school and what not." He didn't want to tell them about what happened. He didn't even want to tell them that you were slowly getting your memories back. You confided in him, and to Minho that was precious. He couldn't just tell your secrets for no reason.

"Are you sure about that Lee Minho?" Chan says sounding more threatening.

"Yes I am Christopher." He responds while rolling his eyes. "I was thinking of taking her somewhere fun tonight." Zipping the bag shut and draping it over his shoulder, he looks up and notices that all of the guys are looking at him as if he had grown a second head.

"You're taking Y/N out?" Seungmin asks.

"Yes?" Minho isn't dumb, he knows this is out of character for him, but he also knows that if you ever regain your memories, he wants you to see him differently. Maybe if he makes enough good memories with you, you'll ignore the bad ones. Hopefully.

Chan couldn't help but doubt him. "That's bit of an overkill, don't you think? Give me my keys. I'll get ready and take her out instead." He never expected for the two of you to get along. The whole purpose for making Minho stay with you and take care of you was for him to realize that he needed to stop being an asshole, but to go as far for them to be friends? He could never imagine it.

Hyunjin is quick to put a hand on Chan's shoulder. "Wait! Wait. I think it's great that Minho wants take her out. It was about time! She always tell me how much she likes hanging out with you."

"She does?" Both Minho and Chan ask at the same time.

"Definitely. I'm not going to lie, I think she may have a crush on Minho." Hyunjin knew for a fact that you were smitten with Minho, but he felt it'd be better for you to properly confess yourself.

Chris clears his throat and when he turns to look at Minho, the younger is still looking at Hyunjin, smile playing on his lips, with a look of pleasant surprise, and a hint of timidness. Chan wouldn't help but wonder if Minho had a crush on you as well.

"Well look how the damn turn tables-" Jeongin interrupts the leader, "It's tables turned." but Chris hardly takes notice of his correction, much more distracted with the situation at hand. "And here I thought you would both actually murder each other one day."

Minho couldn't help but wince at the statement, knowing that it could have been true had you not been so lucky.

"Yeah, yeah." He brushes them off and starts heading to the door.

"Minho." Chris' voice now more demanding and serious than before.

He turns and now him and the rest of the guys turn to look at Chris. "Take care of her."

Minho nods and continues to walk away, wondering if the guys would have reacted differently if they knew that your memory was coming back and that you were essentially a ticking time bomb. Nevertheless, Minho shakes the thought out of his head and continues his journey to you apartment.

He's deadset on earning your forgiveness, whether you knew it or not.

"I used to love getting on the big roller coaster!" You say with childlike glee.

"You did?! Seriously?"

"Do I not seem like the type of person to enjoy coasters?"

Minho composes himself a bit before responding, "It's fitting."

"Fitting how?"

"You're a psychopath. Only crazy people enjoy being thrown around by tons of metal, barely being held by a metal rod." He smiles to himself, as if proud with his statement.

You playfully smack him in the arm, which he responds by dramatically yelping out an "Ow!" and holding the area you hit.

The two of you are walking side by side with your arms linked together. You had to admit, you were having fun, and Minho was the reason for it.

You stop in your tracks after spotting a specific ride, "C'mon! Ride the roller coaster with me!" Trying to pull the man toward the line of people, but he wasn't budging.

"I'd rather die."

"You're telling me big ole scary Minho is scared of a little coaster?"

He turns his back on you, "I'm not scared, I just value my life." but you weren't going to give up.

"C'mon Minnieeeee." You drag out his new nickname in hopes to coax him to go with you. "Do you really want me to ride the ride alone? With a stranger? With absolutely no one to protect me?" You put your body in front of his and try to give him the pest puppy dog eyes you can muster.

"Yes." He deadpans, but it's not enough for you to back down.

"Please Min, for me?"

"Fine." And he cracks.

After convincing him to try more rides with you, you finally tire yourself out. Minho buys you some cotton candy and the two of you make your way to a picnic table.

"Thank you so much for tonight Min." You stare at him appreciatively. He looked beautiful under the colored lights. His eyes reflecting the colored lights, and his skin being illuminated by the glow. He looked magical, as if straight out a fantasy novel, almost like a fairy.

"Don't thank me yet. I might barf on you on the way home." You notice that he looked a bit pale, but despite being on the verge of throwing up, he looked perfect.

You grab his hand and he looks at you, he needs to know you're being serious. "Seriously Min, thank you for everything. Thank you for bringing me out here tonight, thank you for staying up with me during rough nights, thank you for staying by my side this whole time, and thank you for everything you've done for me. There aren't enough hours in the day for me to properly thank you for everything. You're amazing for doing all of that while I couldn't give you anything in return."

His throat feels dry, loss for words. He hates himself for everything. He hates himself for selfishly staying with you for an ulterior motive, he hates himself for earning your trust with his lies, he hates himself for making you miserable before the accident, he hates- His thoughts are cut short by your hand touching his cheek. You smile at him with so much affection that he feels as if he couldn't breathe. You were breathtaking. Your sweet smile is enough to whisk away all of his problems, your eyes sparkling with the lights carrying so much glee, everything about you makes him want to melt. Have you always been this perfect? Even with your messy hair, you looked like a princess.

"No problem princess." He smiles timidly at you. If only he could pause this moment forever.

You lean in and connect his lips with yours. To you everything was perfect. The night, the vibe, Minho, and your life. There had been bumps in the road, but with Minho by your side, you're sure that you'll overcome them.

Minho felt as if he was dreaming, but he couldn't forget the tears you had spilled, the sleepless nights, the constant anxiety, and the distrust. Had you always been that way? Were you always full of tears? Such a beautiful soul with a beautiful heart had to endure constant rain? Was Minho the thunder in your life? Only there to cause chaos and reek havoc.

You slowly pull away from him, still only a couple of inches away. Mesmerized by his beauty, you couldn't help yourself.

"I think I love you." Your hands lay softly on his cheeks, holding him gently in place.

Minho grabs your face and pulls you to him, connecting your lips once again. When he finally pulls away, he whispers, "I think I love you too."

Minho was in cloud nine for some time, the guys finally seemed to get along with him again, they supported his relationship, and he had you. Initially, the two of you being together earned some concerned looks from the others, but after sitting down with the guys and explaining himself completely, the guys began to understand him better. Of course he didn't mention anything regarding your memories coming back to them, they'd be more cautious if they knew.

After some stirring around, Minho throws his arm over your side of the bed and realizes that you're not next to him.

'She must be restless tonight' he thought to himself.

He tries to rub the sleep out of his eyes and rolls out of bed. It wasn't uncommon for you to have nightmares and leave the room right after. You'd always say that you didn't want to bother him and that you wanted to let him rest, but Minho never cared about his own rest. He wanted to make sure that you knew that you were safe and that he'll always be there for you.

Once he's in the living room, he sees your frame sitting on the couch, but this time you weren't crying. You were silently staring at the floor, arms on either side of your body, surrounded by darkness.

"Princess?" He calls out to you. This was strange to him now. You guys had spent the previous night playing monopoly, he even let you win, so it wouldn't make sense for you to be mad at him.

When you looked up to see him, Minho was taken aback. Dread clouded his head along with feeling exposed under your gaze. Your eyes looked so cold and he couldn't help but wonder if he was the reason for the sudden frost. The longing that he grew accustomed to was now gone and it took the spark in your eyes with it.

"Princess?" He repeats.

"You lied to me." You say through clenched teeth.

Your tone was sharp, Minho hadn't heard that tone of voice in almost a year. The sound brought him back, and he didn't enjoy it one bit. He wasn't prepared for this. He'd known that you were going to remember him sooner rather than later, but he thought that he still had time, but he was wrong.

He takes a couple of steps towards you, "Princess, please let me explain."

You immediately get off the couch and step away from him. "Don't touch me." He stops in his tracks, "And don't fucking call me that."

"Prin- Y/N. Please, just hear me out." Minho's voice is beginning to faulter. His eyes begin to sting and every word is causing him to get more choked up. He just needs to explain himself, maybe if he could, you'd understand.

You respond with a humorless chuckle. "Hear you out Minho? Hear what out exactly? That you've been lying to me for a year? That you came into my home and pretended to play house? That you coaxed me into telling my secrets for whatever sick little game you have going on? What the hell do you need to explain?"

"No, you don't get it. I didn't lie - I didn't lie too much. If I'd told you that you hated me-" His voice is desperate, but yours is authoritative, cold, and lacking of any emotion. "I still hate you." Despite feeling a heavy weight on his chest, he does his best to gather himself. "Don't say that. Please. We love each other."

"What kind of fucking delusion have you been living in? Why the hell did you even do this?"

"Chan - he -" Not sure if he should lie or just come clean, he ponders on his response for a second, looking for the next words to say. "Chan said I should do it because -" He looks at you like a child who's been caught stealing. "Because of the accident."

The words rattle you for a second. Your demeanor shifting slightly at he last piece of the puzzle. You couldn't remember the accident, but you were at Changbin's place. Why did you leave? You were talking to Innie and then, Minho.

"The accident." Your eyes search the room, your vision begins to blur but not out of sadness but pure desperation. "It was your fault. You're the reason I left that day. If it wasn't for you, I'd still be going to school! I wouldn't have lost a whole fucking year of my life!" Rage. An emotion that Minho was more used to seeing, but he had not been on the receiving end of your fury in a long time.

"No, no, please don't say that. It was my fault, but I'm doing everything I can to fix it. Please don't. I can't handle that from you." He was begging. Never in a million years did you ever expect to see Minho this way.

"You've gone soft on me. Grow a pair and own up to your shit." Wiping the stay tear that managed to escape your eyelid, and fortifying yourself once again.

"Princess. Please. You need to understand that things have changed."

"For you Minho! You had a fucking year to work through whatever acid trip made you think that us being together was okay. I woke up not even a fucking hour ago with everything hitting me like a ton of bricks. All of those feelings I used to have for you, every bad emotion came right back!" Your yelling is making him seem more pathetic by the second. Instead of matching your energy and yelling back, he continued to cry and cower at your words. He knew he messed up, but hearing it from the first person he's loved in the way that he loved you, hurt him in the most unexpected way.

"What about the good feelings?" He asks timidly.

"That's the worst fucking part Minho! My head is in shambles. All of the shit you've done in the past year is there, but now I know Chris forced you, because I know good and well if I had died that day, you'd only feel remorse from hurting the guys. You've never given a shit about me. All of the hell that you caused me is there, but now I'm living in a new kind of hell in which the person that I hate the most knows the deepest darkest shit about me." You felt vulnerable. You told Minho about things you never confided with Christopher. He'd seen you at your absolute weakest and you're expected to be okay with that?

"Don't tell me you hate me. You're the only person that has noticed the scars of the wounds in my heart in a way that no one has before. You're my everything. You were there for me when no one else was. This is real. What we have is real." His tears have stopped now, no longer desperate, but instead defeated. He felt like he was back in his trainee days, when he was told that he couldn't debut. He tried to be strong, but eventually the tears couldn't be stopped. It wasn't until he'd accepted his fate that he stopped crying. Instead of feeling sorry for himself, he began to tell himself that he deserved it. If he'd only been better, he would have debuted. That's the exact feeling he felt now while talking to you. If he had been better since the beginning, none of this would have happened. If that day in class, he would've just apologized for spilling coffee on you, then everything would've been different.

"Was it real Minho? Did you really love me or was it a decision for your own sake to escape the loneliness?" Though the two of you were still talking amidst the darkness, you notice him freeze in place.

Your walls were back in place and you were taking a wrecking ball to his. The shield around his heart had made a special little door just for you, and now you were shattering everything you could get your hands on.

"It was real to me." Dried tears stained his face, his heart and joy had been stripped from him in a matter of minutes. His flooring was nowhere to be found, the disassociation hit him harder than ever, and he could only see himself through fogged glass and soundproof walls.

Why was he so foolish?

"I don't think I can do this Minho. I think you should leave." After telling him to go, you don't waste another second to retreat back into your room, walking past him, and locking the door behind you. You didn't so much as spare Minho a glace, you're not even sure how to look at him anymore.

Minho stands there for what feels like forever, trying to ignore the pain he feels in is chest. He wants to be numb, but this is a different type of hurt that he's never felt before.

He walks to the kitchen and grabs a sticky note and pen. In neat hand writing, he leaves you a note in the surface of the fridge. The notes that used to read something among the lines of "Eat the food." or "BRB" now read a message that cost Minho everything to write.

"Please erase me from your memory and find happiness."

A/N: This was supposed to be the last chapter but my s/o thinks I shouldn't leave it like this - so i swear - next chapter will be the last and a lot shorter! Thank you for reading!

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k7l4d4 · 6 months ago

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K Reviews and Rants: Miraculous Ladybug Season 5! Episode 13

Hello! One more episode until I review the episode I feel is the worse in this show to date, continuity-wise!

Now, Migration is... less bad then the majority of Season 5, but that's such a low bar to clear it isn't anything impressive to write home about. The plot is kind of, honestly, garbage in that it has Kitty Section be shilled as this amazing band in the making by Jagged Stone (not sure if we've ever actually seen him play at all, honestly, but he's a professional shilling an amateur band), while also having them being super hyped over signing on with Bob, which makes no sense as Bob has never been anything less then a scumbag towards them. Like, this episode would've made more sense if they'd had it that the group they were signing on with was actually run by Bob in secret and they didn't learn about it until AFTER signing. Like, the best thing about this Episode is that it doesn't do any irreparable damage to anyone involved, and has a genuinely cool scene of Marinette freaking out over realizing someone knows her secret that she didn't tell personally before hand.

Anyway, with that said, onto the episode review! As always, warning for any profanity on my part.

Episode 13: Migration

Alright, Marinette shows up to a Kitty Section meeting, and goes instant noodle. Not as badly as normal, though.

And we get a brief moment of Marinette zipping around greeting everyone. I know it's partially for effect, but dang, she's fast.

Marinette briefly dances around what she wants to talk with Luka about, Luka cuts through the bullshit, and now we get an awkward scene of Marinette using Luka as a therapist. The awkwardness is mostly in how Marinette is phrasing things, personally. Like, starting a conversation with "as you know, there are things I can't tell Adrien" doesn't help matters as, for all MARINETTE knows, Luka DOESN'T know there are things she can't tell Adrien.

And we get Marinette whining about "breaking Luka's heart" and I just... I'm just sitting here and wondering how long this conversation is meant to last.

...The fact that Luka is basically reiterating something both Tikki AND Alya have told Marinette multiple times for her to go "so you mean I'm not cruel, or pathetic?" just kills me, and not in a good way. It's nice seeing Luka get some development, but it doesn't feel as believable as it should, if that makes sense. I don't get why Luka is meant to be the "team therapist." I don't MIND that he is the one, but it doesn't look like anything was put into establishing why that's the case.

And right away, now that I'm back in... Why in the world is ADRIEN going to Luka for therapy!? It made SOME sense with Marinette, but from what I recall, Adrien and Luka don't even really KNOW each other all that well, and have interacted less than Adrien normally interacts with his classmates.

Maybe I'm forgetting something, I don't know, but the show treating it like Luka being the team therapist is this established thing feels... weird to me. Like, if they had Adrien go, "Hey, Juleka said you were good at helping with talking about problems, do you have a moment to listen?" it would feel more... believable, if that makes sense?

Ugh... I can (grudgingly) see why this episode is regarded a bit better compared to the rest. Seeing Adrien open up when he's been so dead set on keeping his thoughts and feelings locked up for FIVE SEASONS would be a huge breath of fresh air.

And the "therapy Luka" train keeps chugging along. This one, I'm less annoyed by, even if the set-up feels a bit dumb. Like, I doubt a bunch of amateur kids are making better songs than a famous professional like Jagged Stone, but seeing him show doubts about being a father and honestly wanting to improve it, getting his son's input... it's a MASSIVE improvement overall compared to the fiasco that is the show's efforts at trying to portray fucking GABRIEL of all people as a well-meaning father.

And the "I don't know what I'd do without you" bit ruined it for me. Also, the kinda awkward ship-tease between Jagged and Penny for a second. Jagged struggling to be a dad? I'm cool with that. But the show is trying to push the idea that Luka is this brilliant therapist... it feels forced, especially when it's three consecutive scenes of him... basically just giving extremely basic and obvious advice. And yeah, sometimes hearing obvious advice is what people need when they are making too big of a deal over something that isn't really as complicated as they fear... but it's undermined by how the first scene involved Marinette hearing advice she's already heard, the second trying to set-up Luka and Adrien as being bros when I can't even recall them ever hanging out, and the third just gives me cringe-vibes at how it presents Jagged as being... kinda pathetic

...And of fucking COURSE we get a fucking FOURTH scene of "therapist Luka." Nope, nope, I just... can't with this. And Penny going "I don't know WHY I'm in love with Jagged" is just... UUUGGGHHH!!! As strange as it might be, people tend to have REASONS they are in love with someone. Even if they are in denial about those reasons. This just feels like the show is shoving Penny into Jagged's arms. They should be able to give a fucking REASON why Jagged makes Penny happy. And yet, they don't, and I'm losing patience with this bullshit.

No, no, people may not be able to explain WHEN or HOW they fall in love, but people tend to very much know what it is that makes them fall in love with someone, or at least have some kind of idea. I do not like how this show is presenting love as this "unknowable, impossible to understand force of nature." Is love mysterious? Yes, yes it is. But not to this extent; it just comes off as the show trying to defend how crappily it's written all the relationships up until now by going "no no, you can't EXPLAIN why you love someone, you just DO!!" and since this is coming from the same people who insist on treating the idea as if having two crushes at the same time is scientifically impossible, I call BULLSHIT on it.

Okay, seeing Anarka literally yeet Bob off her ship makes all this nonsense worthwhile for that alone. Bob's such a selfish, stupid scumbag that seeing him being treated like garbage just made my day. Thanks, Migration!

...Yeah, the show saying that Kitty Section are better than a professional musician is just... laughable to me. They aren't BAD bad, but they are very obviously amateurs.

...Bob Roth getting thrown overboard makes the idiocy on display of him trying to sign the contract for the band he plagiarized so worth it. Also, I wonder if the show will acknowledge the fact that he plagiarized them; that ALONE makes him an untrustworthy scumbag, something they should be well aware of.

"Anyone can change," yes that's true Luka... but someone has to have to want to change and have shown that they ARE, and Bob has shown NOTHING indicating he's changed AT ALL, and hasn't even acknowledged that he tried to cheat your sister's band. Honestly, knowing the episode that's coming next makes this feel like they are trying to go for the opposite moral of "people never change, so don't bother trying to get them to."

WHY are they acting like him admitting his promise to sign them up was a lie is some big shock!? The fucker PLAGIARIZED THEIR WORK!!!

Yup, that's about what I expected. He fired all of them except Luka because WHY THE FUCK NOT!? This man is a fucking moron who doesn't seem to have even the slightest understanding that deliberately antagonizing and alienating someone YOU JUST HIRED is the epitome of idiocy.

Yeah, the way they are having Bob act like a blatantly evil and immoral scumbag blaming THEM for trusting him would be honestly pretty funny (and whatever comeuppance he gets more deserving) if I weren't dreading what's to come.

Okay, I can't lie, despite the pit in my stomach, seeing Bob reveal just how completely and utterly overboard he went on making the contract as unfair and exploitative as possible is kinda hilarious. Although I don't really see what's "small print and ambiguous phrases" about "can fire them whenever he wants, is sole owner of Kitty Section as brand, AND owns the rights to whatever they make for the NEXT THOUSAND YEARS."

Like, if they were going for a lesson exploitative and corrupt businesses that treat their employees and talent like tools, it could be really interesting at seeing such a laughably blatant scumbag reveling in being such a jerk and then getting what's cumming to him... but the placement makes me feel icky.

You know, normally I would put up a token effort against Luka categorizing this as "all his fault," but in this case...? Yeah, no, he's spot on. He took a scumbag who has done nothing but be a complete and utter piece of exploitative shit each and every time he's shown up and done nothing to indicate he's changed in any way at his word that he's become a better person, so yes, this is ALL HIS FAULT. Although, now that I think of it, it's also the rest of Kitty Section's fault, since they were perfectly willing to take Bob at his word all on their own, even without Luka's backing. This is just stupid.

...Uhh... I just... WHY THE FUCK DID MONARCH INSTANTLY JUMP TO LUKA KNOWING THE IDENTITIES OF LADYBUG AND CHAT NOIR!? Like, he has HAD people resist him before, he KNOWS that no one (aside from his cronies) LIKE getting Akumatized, so him jumping to "You KNOW!?" Is utter fucking NONSENSE. It's the same BS with Ephemeral having him take a single word as "evidence" that his son was Chat Noir. Seriously, the Writers aren't even fucking TRYING!!

I am curious as to how Bob's contracts haven't been destroyed by being chucked in the river. Did he get them laminated?

Huh, they nearly had Rose admit to being in love with Juleka. Boo, quit with the dodging, writers! Just admit they are a couple!!

...They had a rubber duck somehow get turned into a record by Bob's new powers. Nope, not gonna think about it, not gonna think about it, nope nope nope! Also, while the songs being sung by the people he's "recordized" might not be what he's looking for, they honestly sound better then Kitty Section did at the beginning, to me.

...Okay, the fact that Bob LIKED the Rubber Ducky Record is the one thing I wasn't expecting.

...Wow, Marinette really isn't noticing that Luka is explicitly stating her name, despite the fact that she's transformed. I just... wow. Not a good wow, a "I cannot believe this fucking stupidity" wow.

Okay, NOW she notices, and is currently freaking the hell out. Which is an appropriate reaction, if COMPLETELY the wrong time for it.

Alright, I will admit, Luka expressing his absolute confidence and trust in Ladybug was nice.

Yup, he's still an unrepentant scumbag.

Oh no, the guy who knows Ladybug and Chat Noir's secret identities that Hawkmoth found out by complete and utter bullshit has to leave. Who saw this coming? (Raises hand)

...When did Jagged see Luka stand up to Bob again?? Also, for fucks sake, WHY would him accompanying Luka involve ANY of that!! He flat out said it himself during Guitar Villain that he's one of the biggest chart toppers there is in-universe, he can just find another producer who isn't an exploitative scumbag like Bob whenever he likes.

You know, this scene wasn't as bad as I was fearing it was, since it's not Jagged inviting Luka to come with him, it's him volunteering to GO with Luka so he has supervision and company until Monarch is defeated. Still, it's annoying how little focus is given to Juleka in this, given she's supposed to be Luka's twin. And with that, this episode is done. Phew. Not as bad as I was worried about, but it's definitely not a chart topper.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb season 5 salt #mlb season 5 spoilers #mlb writing critical #mlb writing salt

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hermannsthumb · 2 years ago

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Adoring Newt and oblivious Hermann is my life blood (is that a phrase?) So a fic of that nature would be very welcome.

Also, your writing is wonderful.

little ficlet!!!! i've been a little stressed irl recently but it's nice to write something fun between longer stuff im working on (and thank you for the compliment!)

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Newt definitely isn't stalking Hermann or anything like that, because that would be weird and creepy, but Hermann's expert-level aloofness and general disinterest in being around Newt in basically any capacity means that Newt has to resort to some very weird levels just to have a normal non-work-related conversation with the guy. He doesn't hold any illusions of the two of them becoming besties or anything like that, but for two people who spend as much time as they do together—which is to say, probably 80% of their waking moments—it kind of sucks they can’t reach some form of companionable ground. Or that they don’t spend the other 20% of that time doing fun stuff. Not that there’s much fun stuff to do around the Shatterdome (or even really the city, since the risk of being squashed by a kaiju is kinda too high to enjoy yourself for any extended length), but they could still put in some effort. Like doing movie nights. They played cards one night after splitting a single Cup Noodles for dinner, but it was a little too hostile to be relaxing. Hermann plays Go Fish like he's out for blood.

Newt’s been putting in plenty of effort to develop their acquaintance-rivalry into more firmly the acquaintance side of things. At the very least shift things into friendly rivals territory. He, like, says good morning to Hermann, and sometimes remembers to do the dishes in the lab sink. Last week he even asked Hermann how his day was going. Hermann ignored him, but it's the thought that counts.

Newt is putting in plenty of effort specifically at this moment, probably more effort than Hermann has even dreamed of. He hopes Hermann sees it like that—oh, look, Newt put in so much effort just to hang out with me before work, how sweet, and then Newt would be like yeah, dude, it’s because I care about getting to know you, and then Hermann would be like this isn’t creepy or stalkerish at all. (When Newt wants a conversation to go well with Hermann, he usually practices in his head first. Winging it can have disastrous consequences. Hermann balks at the first sign of small talk, generally assuming Newt is just trying to ease him into horrific news about some major biohazard event or another Newt’s caused in the lab, which, to be fair, does have some historical basis.) Newt's just a careful observer. Hermann's schedule is like clockwork, just like his own, and it's not that hard to pick up on that. It's not hard to pick up on little things he likes, too, specifically his tea order. And obviously Newt knows where Hermann’s quarters are, though maybe he did have to resort to slightly stalkery methods of following him home after work one night for that.

In a grand effort to get his stuffy lab partner to look at him with anything other than disdain, Newt woke up before dawn today and hauled it downtown to pick up a fancy tea latte (months of careful observation told him that Hermann is a fan of anything prepared with steamed milk and very little sugar) and a cinnamon roll (Hermann looked slightly less grumpy than usual when they served them for dessert in the mess hall two months ago) to surprise him with before work. Unfortunately, waking up before dawn is having disastrous consequences that Newt forgot to take into account when he planned this—that is to say, he’s very sleepy, and Hermann doesn’t show any sign of leaving his room any time soon. Newt didn’t account for the guy’s apparent need for, like, a million hours of beauty sleep.

The hallway outside Hermann's door isn’t exactly comfortable either. Newt shortly graduates from standing at attention to slumping on the ground, leather jacket collar popped up against the blasting A/C as he fights off yawns. He’s fully dozing against the wall (cardboard coffee cup cooling fast in his hand) when Hermann’s door finally swings open. It’s not exactly the nice surprise Newt wanted it to be: instead of looking hot and suave and thoughtful, he startles awake with a small yelp and drops the tea, spilling at least a quarter of it on his jeans before he can fumble it upright, while (looming above him in his doorway) Hermann doesn’t even have the decency to look surprised. “Oh,” he says, looking at Newt over his glasses like Newt’s a weird bug writhing around in the dirt. “It’s you. I thought I heard someone snoring.”

“Good morning,” Newt yawns out. He scrambles to his feet, the brown pastry bag crinkling in his sweaty palm, and smooths his hair back as best as he can. His impromptu nap against the wall messed up the gel he uses for his very hot and sexy styling and he’s definitely rocking more of a bedhead look right now, especially compared to Hermann’s tragically offensive but immaculately combed bowlcut. Maybe Hermann will think it’s a cute look for him. He flattens the back of hair down again, but the gel-stiff strands stubbornly refuse to obey. Hopefully Hermann will think it’s a cute look. Newt wants Hermann to think he looks cute so, so bad, and it’s unfair that Hermann can get away with the reverse so effortlessly. “You, um, you slept in, huh?”

Hermann casts a pointed look at the dinged-up analog wristwatch peeking out from the sleeve of his tweed blazer. “It’s seven in the morning,” he says. “I wake up at precisely the same time every single day. You ought to try it. You didn’t sleep here all night, did you?” Newt has just a second to think about how sweet it is that Hermann cares about him getting proper rest when he makes a face at Newt and adds, “I don’t want anyone getting any wrong sorts of ideas about us.”

“No, no,” Newt says quickly. Seven in the morning? That’s news to him. Admittedly he was a little overeager about this all, which would explain the weird looks the baristas gave him down at the café—he must’ve gotten there, like, milliseconds after they opened. “I’ve been here for like, five minutes. I got you breakfast!”

He thrusts out the tea and cinnamon roll, startling Hermann backwards against his door with a small thump. Hermann eyes the offering skeptically. “You…what?” he says.

“Breakfast? I just thought we could, like, hang out a little before work,” Newt says. He gives the bag a pathetic little shake. “Maybe take a walk or something?” Hermann makes him feel like a dumb, nervous teenager without even trying, like a simple request to chill as bros is on the same level as asking him to prom or proposing or something. He’s just so—pointy and lanky. In a hot way. And he has pretty eyes and pretty eyelashes, and when he scowls and bitches at Newt, it makes Newt’s heart spin circles around itself, and maybe sometimes he deliberately picks fights just to get the guy’s laser-beam focus turned on him like a sniper rifle. He feels like a lost puppy around Hermann, desperate for the slightest bit of attention. You put in so much effort, Newton, how very charming of you!

“No thank you,” Hermann says.

He sets off in the direction of the lab. Newt blinks, his heart sinking, and then scurries after him. “C’mon, man, at least take the tea,” he says. “I spent, like, eight bucks on it.” He asked the baristas to make a little heart in the foam (alluding to the definitely real maybe-boyfriend he was buying the drink for), but he realizes that Hermann won’t actually be able to see it unless Newt very heavily hints he should definitely take the lid off for, um, some reason. Also, Newt probably fucked the heart up anyway when he spilled it all over his pants. He lifts the white plastic up a centimeter and confirms his suspicions: the little latte art heart has been transformed into what Newt would generously call a blob. He tipped 60% for that blob.

“I didn’t ask you to,” Hermann says. Then he frowns at Newt over his shoulder. “Actually, Newton—why did you?”

“I,” Newt squeaks, just a little, and then stammers out incoherently, “I was—I wanted a coffee, so—I was already there, downtown I mean, at the coffeeshop and I thought you might want something. From the coffeeshop. The pastries looked good too. I thought we could split one. You like—cinnamon rolls?” He struggles to click the plastic lid back on the cup with his thumb, sloshing more tea down his front. “Ugh.”

“You’re making a mess of yourself,” Hermann sighs, “as usual. Well, Newton, I do appreciate the thought, though I admit I’m not particularly hungry right now. I suppose I wouldn’t mind a tea. Thank you.” He sounds strained when he says it, but he gives Newt a tight smile and accepts the cup at last. His fingers brush against Newt’s; Newt inhales shakily, and Hermann’s elegant eyelashes give a little flutter. Go to prom with me, Hermann, Newt thinks.

“R-right,” he says.

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