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evertriedsoywithyourpopcorn · 3 years ago

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5 Reasons Roman Is Infuriating (And Why I DO NOT have a crush on him)

Chapter 2: Wasted Effort, Wasted Breath

Read on AO3 (Chapter 1)

Word count: 1363

Tw: Sooo much pining, Food mention, Remus shenanigans (Explicit nicknames, Explicit language, Human body limits being broken, Talk of gore)

Character’s: Logan, Roman, Remus (cause I love a supportive bestie)

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"-pretty sure his favorite flowers are buttercups, but I could always ask... Are you listening to me Specs?"

"Hm? Yes, yes I am." Logan blinks out of his haze from which he was not listening. Don't get him wrong, he does usually enjoy discussions with Roman, but not really when he's making plans to help him woo someone he doesn't even like.

"Oh yeah? Name his favorite kinds of chocolates." Roman challenges.

"Milk Chocolate chips." Logan already knew that before, as he is usually the one to supervise Patton's baking to make sure he doesn't burn down the mindscape. Patton is always a chatty fellow, and Logan now knows pretty much his whole life story. He's used this knowledge before, gaining him a gold star on a family game night. (He has it pinned up next to all of Thomas's other academic achievements)

"Fair enough. I set the bar too low." Roman flops down on the bed, drawing a long sigh. As soon as Roman had found out about Logan's crush, he had dragged him to his room so they could get to the 'gossip' immediately.

At this point, after three hours, Logan is almost more annoyed than embarrassed. After the initial shock of realizing his infatuation, he's had the time to think about it and come to terms with his feelings. It helped that he was in the same room as the object of his affections this whole time, as he's been noticing all of the things he used to repress. Like how he really likes Roman's smile. He likes his prince charming smile, when he's overly confident about something. He likes his bashful smiles whenever he gets shy about something.

Really, he just likes Roman.

It feels very simple when he puts it that way. He can't believe it's taken him this long to find out.

"I think we should take a break from the input of ideas for now." Logan suggests.

Roman sighs and deflates further. "Ah, fine. I shall for now give up on setting you up with your one true love."

Logan stays silent. What? Just because he's annoyed enough to want to tell Roman doesn't mean he has an ounce of courage to actually go through with it. He clearly is all for setting up Logan with Patton, why would he like him back? Logan doesn't want to risk getting his heart broken, figuratively, right after discovering that his heart has been for Roman all along. Figuratively.

"Sooo, what kind of things do you like in Patton?" Roman asks, suspiciously calm and casual.

"I- um, well-" Logan fumbles for something people would find romantically attractive in Patton. "He... He's got... Eyes? And he wears clothes. I enjoy people wearing clothes."

Roman stares at him, confused. "... That's it? Come on, you've gotta give me something better than that Dill Weed."

Well, why not go for things he likes in Roman, he supposes. As Janus would say, every lie works better when rooted in truth.

"I think he's rather dumb," Logan starts off with. "Which should be a negative, but he's just so endearingly stupid. Every time he spews some nonsense, or does anything really, I just want to kiss him. He's also really creati- Kind. Very... Uhh... Sweet. I notice the effort he puts in to make others feel special. And make me feel special. Everyone is included."

"Do you... Like his puns?" Roman asks, half smiling, looking increasingly uncomfortable.

"Dear Newton, I hate his puns." Logan sighs solemnly. That draws a laugh from Roman, if only for a bit. "I do actually like his eyes though. The changes we experience in the mindscape are fascinating, and he's certainly been blessed, with those green, piercing eyes." He says, entranced, looking into Roman's wide, green, piercing eyes, that are looking back at him in shock.

"You mean blue?" Roman asks, oddly red in the ears and fidgeting with his hands.

Logan blinks out of his stupor. "Ah. Right. Blue. Apologies."

They both break eye contact, him looking around the very decorated room as if that would cure his embarrassment.

"You really seem to like him." Roman looks back to him, face pinched but still smiling.

"I do." Logan agrees, admiring the other. "I like him a lot."

"Well. Um." Roman stands up abruptly from the bed. "You did say you didn't want my help for tonight with the whole date ordeal. In which case, we shall resume the noble quest at a later date!"

"You don't want to talk about other things?" Logan asks, tilting his head. Is Roman okay? He looks pained.

"No, I think I'll be off. I have to go do other things. Like, water my.. Turtle." Roman ushers him out of his room. "So long, Geek Chic."

“... You don’t own a turtle-” Logan is left there, staring at the door. It's red with a star at the top center. Tasteful. Very Hollywood dressing room.

He clears his throat, and goes on his route to his own room. That shouldn't be that hard, since the only thing separating them is Patton's (He volunteered to move in between when both of them started arguing through the wall. It's strange because they live in a metaphysical space that only roughly simulates real life and therefore likely have an empty void in between the spaces of their rooms, but Logan suspects where he goes, more logical influence follows.), but fate has an interesting way of working. Or just Remus. Speaking of, there he is. Breaking through the ceiling and landing face-first with a splat in front of Logan.

Remus merely cranks his head 180 to look at Logan. "Heyyy Nerdgasm. How'd the romantic fucking go?"

"I didn't tell him."

"No? Are you scared?" He asks, in a mocking tone but looking concerned.

Logan's shoulders slump. "I don't think I'm ready enough to face rejection from him. Not to mention he seemed rather adamant about giving me tips on how to woo Patton."

"Aww, come on Logie. You can't give up now. I'm not allowed to tell you why, but you do have quite the chance of scoring that loser." Remus says, shifting in and out of existence until he's standing upright. He pats Logan's shoulder. "Now go, cause the next time you see me, you'll never hear the end of the teasing. Like, even if you rip off your ears! I'll still find a way to make fun of you." He cackles.

Logan dreads the moment they meet again. Now that both Remus, Janus and Virgil were proven right, not only will they brag amongst themselves, but they'll surely tease him.

Remus prances off, and Logan finally gets to his room. He takes off his shoes, because cleanliness is a good idea, and prepares himself for bed.

Staring up at his star-covered ceiling (Accurate to it's alignment of today, obviously), he realizes he still has a lot to process.

How did they all know and yet he had no idea? He knows he isn't the most intelligent when it comes to emotions, but come on, neither are most of them. Usually Virgil wouldn't know romantic tension if it slapped him across the chaps. Or maybe he would. He'd just be anxious and/or grossed out by it.

Logan realizes that he must have been obvious. He's sure that he's been caught glaring at Roman many times. And trying to be around him. And Janus is also a living lie detector.

He gets himself into a comfortable lying position, turning off his bedside lamp.

Will he ever tell Roman? He'll probably have to, or keep the feelings to himself for the rest of his existence, hoping they go away.

Which would be better? Sure, never confessing sounds like a tragic way for things to go, but what would be even more tragic would be to get rejected by him, and have to coexist for eternity afterwards. Would Roman avoid him? His heart clenches painfully at the possibilities.

Perhaps he's having cognitive distortions... Roman is rather considerate. If he were to let him down, he'd do it slowly and compassionately.

As Logan's conscience fades, he prays it will all turn out alright.

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#logince #logince fic #logan sanders #ts logan #remus sanders #roman sanders #ts roman #tw food #oliver writes #5 Reasons fic

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yacoka · 4 years ago

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FIFTY FIRST DATES, AND THE FIRST REAL ONE

──⊱ for my one and only, wee to my woo, love of my life — @doughnuts-5ever

pairing — kuroo tetsurou x reader

genre — angst but it ends very fluffily i swear on my doggie socks

beta(s) — @sugasugawarau @taiyaki

kisses — hello i am,,, not back,, but here's a little thing that i did for my cow and it might as well be a valentine's day fic bc why not xoxo see y'all in a few days (psps sorry to everyone to has messaged me on discord or here or anything, i haven't been on tumblr or discord in a bit i'll be back sOON)

You sat at the dinner table, staring down at the meal laid out before you. It was by far the best thing you had ever tasted, and yet, it was bland. So, so bland and bitter, that you hated it. Nevermind that it was your favorite dish made by your mother the other day, nevermind that you always loved it better as leftovers. It tasted bland and bitter, and you couldn’t help but wish what he was eating tonight was too.

It was pathetically selfish of you - you knew. But how could you not feel that way when the man you loved was out on a date with some stranger he met on the internet? He had left the house in a burgundy button up that looked like it was made for him, paired with black slacks that made him look like it should be illegal for him to be out in the streets without a warning sign.

It was his first attempt at online dating after having miserably failed at picking up girls from school. And now here he was, out with some chick with a name you could barely pronounce, and the stereotypical description of her bubbly personality that loved nature and volunteered at the animal shelter. Oh, and lets not forget, she’s a gemini!

You rolled your eyes, stabbing your fork into the now cold dish. Stupid boy, with his stupid date, with that stupid red shirt, and with his stupid personality.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. That’s what you were for falling in love with a boy who never saw you for more than another pity project, the pathetic little thing that needed friends but never had any guts to make one until he came along.

You picked up the container of food and stalked over to the bin, dropping its contents into it. You weren’t going to eat it anyways, especially not after how you had massacred it.

After you left the dirty container in the sink, you flopped onto the couch, sighing heavily as you sank into the worn sofa. It smelled like Kuroo’s body soap, though from the amount of time he’s spent lying on this couch, it was to be expected.

You leaned forward, hand outstretched for the remote. Just a little further, a little more-

The door slammed open and you lurched forward, landing on the ground with a thud.

“It was horrible. She came into the restaurant and she looked amazing, but then we started talking and oh god, I don’t think I can be with someone who thinks that only the rich should be allowed to do whatever they want just because they’re rich.”

“Well hello to you too, Kuroo,” you grumbled from your spot on the floor, flipping yourself over to face the ceiling.

He jumped over the sofa arm, landing perfectly on it like he always does.

“I mean, how can I accept that? That’s just morally wrong and if her basic morals are wrong, what about other more important things? I walked out right after that, that doesn’t make me an asshole right?” His head popped out, brown eyes staring down at you. The cologne he wore tonight drifted down, washing over you and clouding your mind with its deliciously warm and thick and-

“I mean I did pay for the meal before I left,” he mutters, dropping his head onto the cushion, voice muffled slightly by it. “So it counters the fact that I left, right?”

The sigh that begs to pull its way out is caught by you, stuffed into the depths of your stomach in exchange for a soft pat on his head and words you know he wants to hear.

“No, you’re not an asshole. Maybe that was an asshole move, but that doesn’t make you one. Besides, her lack of a moral compass cancels out any asshole you might’ve been.” You combed through his hair, drawing it out of the careful style he had forced his bed head into. “This hairstyle though? It makes you look like an extreme asshole.”

Kuroo scoffed indignantly and his head popped back over the edge once more, brown eyes glaring at you. “I worked hard on this!”

“Doesn’t make you look any less of an ass.”

“The date was incredible.” He sighed dreamily, leaning against the counter with his chin in his hand. The temptation to throw your fork at him increased, and it took every sane cell in your body to set it down on the table instead, albeit rougher than you intended.

If Kuroo noticed your intensity, he didn’t mention it, instead continuing on to sigh and gush about the wonderful date he had last night with this amazing woman at this delicious place.

For someone who was incredibly perceptive, he could be incredibly dense as well. You wonder at his obliviousness to your feelings, to the poorly concealed hurt that peeked through in every little move of your body.

All you wanted to do was scream at him, to wake up, open his eyes, and see you.

You, who had been there since the beginning, who had watched him grow from the shy, introverted kid to this cunning, charismatic man who excelled and went beyond what had been expected of him. You, who had seen him at his worst, and still stayed, patching him up and helping him to his feet. You, who knew who he was to the core, every detail, every fact about him.

But it seemed he didn’t know you as well.

“That’s great,” you interrupt him. He glanced at you, surprised by your abruptness. “I gotta go get some work done, I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning.”

“Wait, did I do something wrong?” He called after your retreating back. “Hey, I’m sorry if I pissed you off.”

“No, it’s nothing!” You slammed the door shut, slumping against it. God, you were a fool to have fallen for an idiot. Dashing away the burning tears that slip down your cheeks, you gathered just enough strength to crawl beneath onto your bed and beneath the covers.

The cat plushie he got you a long time ago sits at the bottom of your bed, staring at you. You glared at it, before giving in and grabbing it, tucking it into your chest. Stupid Kuroo with his stupid face and this stupid cat. You hate him so much.

(No, you don’t, you really don’t. And it hurts so much more to know that.)

You’re back here once more, glaring daggers at the clock. The slow ticking of the hands pisses you off, every second gone is a second more Kuroo’s out there, with another girl, on another date. With the number of bad first dates he’s gone one, you’d think he’d give up. But no, this man was persistent, and he wanted to “experience life!”

Well, he was going to experience death soon if he didn’t come back home soon. Your vigil continued, all the way till three am where you gave up and went to bed, your exhaustion outweighing your annoyance and worry. He’s a grown man, there was no need to worry about him.

Honestly, you didn’t know how you got here. To this suffocating silence that rested upon your chest, pinning you down as you listened to the sounds of cars rushing past and the occasional laughter that seeped through the walls. To where you spent your nights alone in your shared apartment, waiting for Kuroo to come home from yet another date. Like some married person waiting on their cheating husband, you smiled bitterly at the ceiling.

Only you weren’t married to him, and you certainly weren't his anything.

If only you were less of a fool, you might’ve moved on long ago. Maybe you might have even found someone who might be just as in love with you as you were with them. You might have already been in a happy relationship, going out on dates, spending your nights with them, being loved. But you were a fool, a fool in love with another fool.

So you continued to lie there, the infinite weight of your one-sided love pressing you into the ground, holding you prisoner to Kuroo Tetsurou.

“Hey, do you wanna go get dinner?” Kuroo called out. “There’s nothing left in the fridge, maybe we could get groceries after.”

You ignored him, focusing on the dimly lit screen of your phone. There hadn't been a proper conversation with him in a while, and you were content to leave it that way if only it meant you didn’t have to hear about his dates with those seemingly perfect women and their seemingly perfect food.

Kuroo called out once more, and you burrowed beneath the blanket, curling up into a ball.

No, you did not want to get dinner with the man you’re so desperately in love with it almost hurts to even breathe in his presence.

The door creaked open, and you could see his shadow stretch out across your bedroom floor, casting its shape upon your walls. It took everything in you to tear your eyes away from it and back onto your phone, though it lingered in your peripheral, taunting you with the way it twisted and leaned closer to you, the scent of his cologne growing stronger by the second, until it almost felt like he wa-

“Why are you ignoring me?” Kuroo whined into your ear as he draped his body over yours, strands of inky hair tickling your cheek.

“Ku-roo-” you gasped out, fighting to twist your body out from under him. “Can’t- bre-breathe.”

He groaned into your ear, dropping even more pressure down. “Don’t care, you ignored me.” He sulked as he burrowed his head into the crook of your neck.

A blind kick to his legs has him flopping off you, spread eagle on your too tiny bed.

“You’re too heavy to be pulling this crap,” you snapped at him.

“And you’re too old to be ignoring me when something’s wrong,” he shot back just as fast, and you were left stunned. To be fair, you should have expected it, Kuroo being one of the most perceptive people you’ve ever met.

(Not perceptive enough to see the deep feelings you harbored for him though.)

“So what’s wrong?”

‘Everything,’ you wanted to scream. ‘You, those stupid dates, my feelings, every god damned thing on earth.’

Instead, what came out was: “I’m just stressed. Work, you know?” You shot him an unconvincing smile.

Kuroo frowned, his lips pinching as he stared at you. He knew better than to push you though, and settled with a curt nod, a forced smile slipping onto his face. “So…. dinner?”

You sighed in exasperation, and let him yank you up and out of bed. The way his stiff smile melted into an easy, fond one was enough to wash away your hesitance, and temporarily dam up the river of doubts that threatened to drown you.

Just for tonight, you’ll enjoy his presence, before he gets caught up in another’s embrace.

(You let yourself get swept up in him again, chasing after the ebb of his warmth when his encompassing presence surges away from you. But you find that you don’t really mind drowning in him, not when the peak of the surf reveals such beautiful sights in the form of lazy smirks and sly hazel eyes.)

It’s another failed date that sends him home in a fitted suit, one that you had turned your nose up at. Kuroo doesn’t understand what’s going wrong, why he never felt like the date was right. The people he had gone on dates with were nothing short of amazing, with the exception of a few. But they just lacked… something. And so he always leaves them with a grateful goodbye and an apologetic smile, returning home to the apartment he shared with you alone.

He’s spent nights and days trying to convince himself that they were an ideal candidate to date, listing out their positive notes to you, and somehow he can’t seem to find the thing that made him just click with them. It’s bordering on frustrating, really, and Kuroo is more than ready to relieve some of the building tension in his body by hanging out with you.

His entrance home is muffled by the sounds of music blasting through the apartment, and it’s a wonder the neighbours haven’t complained yet. He’s about to call out for you as he drops keys on the coffee table, one hand loosening his tie when he catches sight of you dancing in the kitchen.

And everything clicks in place.

It’s a stunning clarity that leaves him reeling, and he wonders how he could have missed it in the first place. It’s a simple truth: Kuroo Tetsurou was completely, utterly, irrevocably in love with you. And it only took him fifty bad first dates to realize that the only person he wanted to go on a date with was you.

Objectively speaking, you look like a complete mess, but to him, the sight of you twirling around in sock clad feet in an oversized shirt with a lame chemistry joke printed across it was infinitely better than any of the people he had gone on dates with. You’re absolutely perfect to him, yelling out lyrics to a song that’s blasting at full volume from the living room.

There isn’t a moment’s hesitation as he surges forward, a force tugging him to you. And like just like two opposing magnets, you spin around just in time for him to collide into you, his head hazy as his mouth crashes down upon yours.

You taste of leftover pizza and something sweet, and he thinks it might be the best damn thing he’s ever tasted. The shocked gasp that escapes you is swallowed by Kuroo as he deepens the kiss, arms winding around you to pull you impossibly closer. And he isn’t sure why he’s so surprised when you reciprocate the kiss, melting into him as your hands grip the lapels of his blazer.

It feels like an eternity spent wrapped around each other, the beat of the music matching the rhythm of your hearts, and the warmth of each other.

Kuroo pulls away first, only because rationality comes sinking back into his muddled brain, and there’s a brief moment of panic when he stares down at your flushed face, lips swollen from his sudden attack. But the absolute relief and love in your eyes has him calming down, and the soft peck you deliver next settles those doubts.

“It’s been you all this while,” his voice cracks, and he winces. “You’re my best friend, and I’m in love with you.”

The smile that breaks out across your face is everything he’s been looking for, and he feels like a fool for being so blind. You’re everything he’s wanted, and everything he’s needed.

“I’m in love with you.” He repeats louder, an incredulous laugh bubbling out of him. “I’m in love with you!”

“I’m in love with you too!” You yell back, and in his excitement, he can’t help but twirl you around, and you burst into giggles. There isn’t a better sound in the world than this, he thinks.

“Be mine.” He catches you by the shoulders, face alight with adoration.

“I’ve been yours for a long time now.” Your answer fills him with a rush of delight and guilt, and he’s ready to spill apologies and promises to make it up to you when you yank on his tie hard, pulling him into another kiss. Every unspoken word, every drop of emotion that has ever begged to be exchanged between you two is said with a simple kiss.

Kuroo thanks the heavens for you, for blessing his life with someone who is more than he deserves. The weight of you in his arms is a comforting pressure, and there he has his last first date, at the beginning of a new chapter in the story of him and you, eating leftovers and dancing to songs of your childhood.

He’s in love with you, and you are with him too.

#kuroo testsuro #kuroo x reader #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

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fandom-sheep · 4 years ago

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Eret 11 MAY 21

Cat and DSMP Part 1/1

Cat! Goose!

Goose my beloved.

Eret’s streaming very late for me again. So I’m not staying the whole time.

Hello Elaina. Enjoy Goose.

Fundy! Kinda...

Fundy hearing the donations. LOL.

Fundy enters a stream and it starts to scuffed. Scuffed just follows Fundy wherever he goes.

A wild my beloved on the cube.

The Drista stairs.

Wait what. Why is the tower gone?

I have missed some lore.

Ah... it’s part of the nightmare thing.

Eret offering Fundy housing like a good almost adoptive parent.

Sneeze? OH WOW SNEEZE.

Sounds like Fundy about lost a lung. Good gracious.

The bargaining between these two.

Cat, Handsome, said cube was massive

You know what that works.

It’s hard to keep the audio right for Eret’s stream for my headphones. It’s either too quiet or the loudest my headphones can go and my family can hear it.

On stream explosions. Noice.

Wow youtooz. Not super cool. Permission is usually a good thing.

Eret keeps on sizzling.

Getting dirt for scaffolding. Going old fashioned Minecraft for this.

“Why is the Cube kinda hot” cue Eret losing faith in her chats sanity.

Cube go poof.

Oh. Red stone. That’s dangerous.

I like this song. Oh klahoma. Gorgeous song.

Love joy is such a fun band. I want to make a plushy of the cat.

It’s kinda sad that Eret can’t see themselves the way chat and their little fandom sees them. Most all of us think they look fabulous.

Not Arson. Just bombing. A bit of anarchy by the king.

Demolition. Now there’s the word.

Controlled ish demolition.

Ah I’ve almost saved enough channel points for water. Nice. I’m not going to redeem it I’m just going to keep hoarding the points.

Flame Arrow. Nice.

Eret cleaning up the SMP eye sours.

Watch me attempt to sleep to Eret here in an hour or so, but keep getting distracted.

Explosion time.

Someone get ready to clip it.

Bye Bye Cube. Let’s go.

Gotta get a song that fits the vibe.

Hayloft. Time to go poof.

Turning up my brightness just to watch this explosion in the best way possible.

Still wearing the red dress I see.

I hope the music isn’t too loud to get this part muted.

Drum roll...

Drum roll continues...

Drum roll still going...

THERE GOES THE CUBE!

That was so smooth and good looking!

Overall a very good explosion.

Just a little bit of a hole in the other building.

Twitch Pr-

Poor being’s so confused with his hair. Someone help them.

Twitch bleep.

Everyone attempting to give hair styling advice. Everyone’s trying to help the being.

That bird is majestic. I remember seeing that tiktok.

Animals just decided Eret was the animal whisperer.

Yes! Disney Princess Eret fanart! Someone make it, I shall reblog all of it.

Likes to hug cute animals and cute animals like being hugged by her. Nice.

It’s alright. Names are difficult. I have to like put name tags on people to learn who they are. That or name tags on their space (like on campers bunks and door decs on dorms)

It does feel very February. But I’m very ready for summer because that means I get to do my favorite job.

Hooray. I hit 15k points.

Eret trying to prove to us a ponytail won’t work. Like we aren’t going to hype them up no matter what.

Gotta heart in the chat. All Eret’s chat does is hearts and encourage. It’s a lovely place.

Oh Eret forgot his cat ear sub goal. It’s alright I know I forgot.

Pride is next month. Nice.

Oh. We’re almost halfway already. Why does the world spin so quickly?

We forgot a dirt tower. Whoops.

I would wear Eret merch. I like it when people release merch around Christmas. Then I can ask for it as a gift.

Oh it wasn’t a dirt tower.

Just looking at Elaina’s stream in the stream selection screen it like very cozy.

All the way up the Drista stairs.

Look it’s the museum!

Eret’s got most of the builds around there. The museum. The fortress. Nice.

Some things are too historical to remove. Somethings are historical because they are being removed.

Oh no. L’sandburg.

It’s taking over the summer home.

Ah the lore is coming. It just seemed to be too early.

Hello unofficial ranboo Raiders.

Foolish making the awesome tall thingy!

Foolish’s builds are so neat. I want to watch Foolish’s streams more. Maybe just in the background but I start wanting to delayed liveblog and that requires attention.

Oh the giant portal turned out well. Sorry that was the lady’s foolish stream I watched.

Shulkers. The forbidden mob.

Eret with just a pit in the desert filled with llamas. Bones. And discus.

The mansion has been finished?

Alright is better than bad. It’s alright to be alright.

Lucky being not getting tired. I got the Johnson and Johnson vaccine and I was so so tired. I also had just no appetite.

Eret doing an smp tour. And looking at foolish’s builds.

Flickering the switch on the rainbow beacons.

Eret just knowing where everything is.

Kinoko is super pretty. Just for the aesthetic value of the kingdom I appreciate it.

Yeet. Just defenestrated himself out the window.

Oh? Spectator fly over the smp?

That would be really neat to like. Watch in VR. I think I’ve only used VR maybe twice.

Pretty Rainbow beacons.

The nurse who gave me my vaccine hid the needle from me because I mentioned to her that I was afraid of needles. It wasn’t a big deal at all.

30 minutes till I attempt sleep. Woo.

Goose my beloved. Someone make the gif because I’m not quite sure how to make it.

Oh yeah. Goose in Marvel. I hear MCU and think Minecraft cinematic universe. Not marvel.

Ghibli is so nice. It really romanticize small moments of life.

Yeah the characters are all really supportive in Ghibli movies.

Someone subbed for nine months “that’s enough to make a child” -Eret

That mansion is like a maze. I’m so lost already.

Everyone encouraging Eret and telling her she looks pretty. Good.

Eret needs all the hype and encouragement.

Antarctic empties flag. Yeah it does have a similar color pallet.

Michelle! Hello!

Fortress work. Nice.

Do it. I’ll listen the Eret play other games.

I don’t usually watch game play for non Minecraft games. But I’ll listen to it all.

Hbomb and Eret living in the same city feels like two worlds that shouldn’t meet. But it’s awesome that they have.

TOS means against twitches terms of service. Nice. Glad to finally have an explanation of what that means.

Look at our handsome and pretty streamer. All the hype.

I keep turning down the stream to hear the show my mama has on because I’m curious about what happens.

Yeah. Backseat gaming can be annoying. That’s part of why I share my thoughts here just in case I do start backseat gaming.

Almost to the sub goal. Hooray!

Ooo food.

No no. I see where they are coming from. Eret does give a bit of cat bus vibes. I can’t explain it but the vibes are there.

Creeper causing issues at the fortress.

Ed Sheepran my beloved.

I should draw more ferrets. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I’ll draw us doing stuffs.

Actually I kinda want to make a little animatic of some heels walking across the screen followed by a hoard of ferrets. I think it’ll look cool. But I need the artistic ability and the ability to not scream making that.

Woop. Ad time. Off to the void of where ever the ads game me.

OH THE NEW VOID LOOKS COOL!

Bread. Flowers. Ted. Crown. And of course Eret.

We V O I D and get our streamer bits.

Hush the chat is V O I D and the occasional emoji or emote.

The void being centered looks good. Maybe that’s just the symmetry speaking but it’s good.

Oh. We hear the being. The being in void mode. And spooky mode.

Chat just starts yelling corpse.

Hydration. I try to stay hydrated. But I fail often if I’m not doing something active.

Tree!

Casually makes and snags tree.

Eret does read chat often. It’s strange. And it is weird how often it ends up being you.

You can tell I’m a tumblr peep. I may say stuff in chat but I’m fully not expecting or wanting to be noticed by the streamer.

Others hitting darkness o’clock and saying goodnight.

It’s sleep to the stream hours y’all. Whoop.

I need to visit the parks out west. I’ve only really seen the eastern US ones. But I have been to the Great Smokey Mountain park which is gorgeous.

Eret thinking of his friends triggers when naming his cat.

Eret’s builds are so casually pretty. Not like Foolish’s which are intricately pretty. Not like Phil’s or Sam’s which are complicated pretty. All pretty. Just different breeds of pretty.

Alrighty. It’s sleepy hours for me. As much as I love Eret I want to read some fanfiction and daydream a bit before I head to sleep.

Have a good rest everyone and may all your coming meals be delicious.

Wait no is it our turn with goose?

OUR TURN WITH GOOSE!

Eret honey that’s the ceiling.

Cat stream. Cat stream.

Sleepy kitty. A cat cam would be good.

Yeah. That happens with cats. Especially strays.

Goose captured the computer mouse.

Goose straight up chose Eret and Elaina.

Goose really just chose not to leave.

Oh my stream connection is acting sad. But I want Goose content.

I want to draw Goose now.

Maybe I’ll do water color for Goose. I know I tried to do that with Boots (Fundy’s cat)

Hopefully there will be some Goose face screenshots I can see. Maybe I can see him well in the Tiktok.

Artists just violently refusing payment. Sounds about right. The MCYT artists just kinda go “yeah give credit and we cool”

Cowboy cat. Nice.

I want to paint Goose in the cowboy hat.

Hype train! That we are zooming.

Bucket sponge?

WATER BUCKET FROM WET SPONGE! Tiktok people giving all the cool info.

Go Goose. Catch the computer mouse and the screen mouse.

Just sitting here at 11:30 at night getting screen shots of Goose for painting purposes.

Goose please. Look at the camera babe.

My phone is dying. And I can’t charge it and type.

Alright the camera is off the cat. The cat is also blocking the screen.

But no cat on camera means I’m getting some sleep. If I do any of the projects I’ve mentioned I’ll let y’all know.

Have a good rest everyone.

#eret #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp eret #why must this being stream so late #goose the cat #erets cat #delayed liveblogging

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sanders-sides-fic · 4 years ago

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The other side of the story

Trigger warning: Character death. It happened before the story begins, but it’s still a major part of the plot.

Janus was cocky and slick. Janus was always in control, or at least knew how to turn a dire situation around to his own benefit. Janus controlled the room with just a single word dripping from his silver tongue, or one facial expression. Janus demanded the attention of everyone around. Janus knew what everyone wanted and Janus knew how to use that. Janus always knew what to say, what to leave out, what to imply, when to stay silent, when to smile or smirk or chuckle or laugh.

Janus laughed with his head thrown back ever so slightly, gloved left hand coming up to cover just a little part of the mouth, a sweet melody that was up to the listener’s own interpretation.

Janus was smooth, Janus knew how to flirt. Janus always flirted with the people around him, gave a seductive wink without any commitment behind it. But Janus loved fiercely, dramatically, Janus wooed like he danced in his favorite Jazz club. Janus loved with hushed reassurances, with thoughtful hums, with the result of a cunning ploy as answer to a bad day, with firm touches that claimed you, with teasing beyond the fair, with fulfilling your dreams, with tricking and deceiving you into self-care, with ice cold smiles that froze your enemies, with threats between the lines to whoever may have stolen a smile from your face.

Janus was the passion of a secret relationship. Janus was the smug look of the man who’d just tricked you into revealing what little he hadn’t known before. Janus was lies that hadn’t been lies at all. Janus was the golden flame you were weary of, yet couldn’t look away from. Janus was a favor done and a debt owed. Janus was a monument of hushed conversations that couldn’t seem to be brought down by the gods themselves.

Janus was always collected. Janus spoke in lies, and empty hints, and perfectly tailored half-truths. Janus never showed what he was thinking or feeling.

That right there? That was not Janus. And yet, somehow, it was him. Somehow that was what Janus had become, what he had been reduced to.

Roman looked into the mysterious golden pools of mischief he’d grown so accustomed to over the years. What he found instead were two empty, clouded orbs. And for what seemed to be the first time in his life, he saw Janus break the eye contact first. It hadn’t even been long, but apparently the short time he’d had his eyes averted from the items clutched in his hands had hurt him. At least if the tears shimmering in those awfully empty eyes were anything to go by.

“Jan?”, Roman tried again. But Janus didn’t even react this time, barely batted an eye. “Janus, please, you need to eat something and change out of that suit. It’s been a day since the funeral. Come on, Jan, you gotta take care of yourself.” No reaction yet again.

“He’s right, you know? They… They wouldn’t have wanted you to do this to yourself. What would Virgil say if he could see you like this, hm?” Remus sounded uncharacteristically soft, caring. Yet Janus still didn’t look up, just clutched the jacket in his hand tighter when the name fell. Well, at least that was something…

“You know Logan didn’t like hypocritical behaviour, Jan. And Virgil even said he didn’t like how death breaks people’s spirit so many times! And Logan said that the best way to mourn someone was to-”

“They also said they’d never leave me!”, Janus yelled at them, startling both twins away from him with sheer unknown volume and raw pain in his voice, “They said we’d grow old together and that I was stuck with them until I died! They said we would never be alone again!” He brought the hoody and the tie closer to his chest, an uneven breath leaving him.

No one said something for quite some time. There was only soft sobbing that left the shell that had once been Janus, muffled by the fabric of the favorite hoody and tie of his late husbands. Until he took another shuddering breath and barked out a lifeless laugh. “It’s not fair, you know? It’s just not fair. And no one cared. Why did no one care? So that stupid hero caught that stupid villain. Who cares? She killed them, because she couldn’t be bothered to make the people around her a priority. Because saving innocent bystanders from collateral damage just doesn’t bring you much fame, does it? People actually celebrated. How fucked up is that? She decided to draw people into that fight for fame and that decision gets celebrated and she gets glorified.”

There was a dark edge to his voice, an edge that made both Roman and Remus shudder. Janus had never had much regards for society, only following rules when strictly necessary or when Logan and Virgil had made sure of it. And it didn’t sound like he was inclined to believe in society much more now. Roman had an awful hunch right then and there, and he hoped beyond hope that he was wrong. He didn’t want his brother-in-law to go down that path, especially not since he himself had just graduated from his training for the other side of this.

But Janus smirked at them, his eyes alight with a flame that had been missing for weeks since the incident. “I want to make them regret that. I want to make her regret ever making that decision, and I want to tear down the society that rewarded her for it. They’ll curse the day they took my loves from me.” And he looked happy with that thought. Delighted. Energetic. All the things he hadn’t been since the police had showed up at his door, shattering his world with an uninterested face and a colleague still smiling happily at recordings of the incident.

Roman sighed. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want his long time friend, his ex lover, his brother-in-law to do this. He didn’t like anything about this even one bit. But when he at least looked like more than an empty shell again, more than a shadow of who he once was, more than dead inside… Maybe revenge would help. Maybe, in some way.

And Remus must have thought the same thing, because he hummed the hum he usually hummed when he decided on a cause of action that was stupid, dangerous, illegal and would most certainly bring him another adrenaline high. “Well, if you’re saying what I think you’re saying, then you’ll need help, Jan~”, he sang.

Roman sighed again. “Yeah, I’m in too. Just… I have a few conditions. First of all, you have to take care of yourself. Secondly, no unnecessary blood is being spilled. We’re leaving innocent bystanders out of it this time, end the circle, you know? And third thing is we’ll stay together. We’re all that’s left of this family. We have to be each other’s priority.”

Janus looked between them stunned. “Really?”, he breathed in awe. “You… You’re really okay with that? You would do that?”

Remus snorted. “I’ve always wanted to be a villain, Jan. Only reason I’m not yet is because my team needs a braincell. Besides, everyone expects me to become a villain any day now anyways.”

Roman sighed a third time. “Well, I can’t say I wanted this but… I lost Virgil too, you know? And I don’t want to fight against either of you. Again, priority.” He gestured to the other two. In the corner of his eye, he saw Remus nod.

Janus hesitated for a little while more, before his usual smirk returned and he took up the bowl of cold soup Roman had brought him. “Well, then. I suppose those terms are acceptable. As long as they are implied to all three of us.”

It was half a year later when the villain trio Serpent, The nightmarish Duke and The Prince of Darkness appeared for the first time. They climbed up the ladder of super villains fast, and the superhero Flame was their first victim. They puzzled everyone with their obscure goal, but it didn’t take long until no one felt safe anymore.

It was the hero Heart who brought down the shapeshifting Serpent, the perception controlling Duke and the power blocking Prince. Eleven years had gone by at that point in time, and everyone was elated by the news. But when they were supposed to be brought to prison, the holding cell was empty, safe fore a single note in elaborate, golden letters:

“Don’t think you’re safe from us yet. If any of you ever forget what heroism takes, we’ll come back to remind you.” And behind those words the date of the day Flame brought down her last villain, written in blood red and underlined in poisonous green.

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stranger-who-writes-fiction · 3 years ago

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♫ Surfing on a soundwave, Swinging through the stars, Take a left at your intestine, Take your second right past mars!

On the Magic School smelly space bus! ♫

SPOILERS for Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow #2!

This is a comic where, the longer I sit with a particular issue, the more I’m like, ‘yeah. Yeah. YEAH.’

It’s dense in a way that invites the reader to go through it multiple times, and rewards additional readthroughs.

Also, it helps that the art is FREAKING AMAZING.

Seriously. Evely and Lopes should draw and color everything, forever, always.

(I will honestly be shocked if they don’t get an Eisner nom for this book.)

Anyways, all of this to say: Another issue that I enjoyed. It has one of the most genuinely sweet Supergirl moments I’ve seen in the comics in a good long while.

So, if you’re looking for a quick thumbs up/thumbs down rating, thumbs up!

If you’d like some SPECIFICS, though...

THE STORY

King is an evil genius because we don’t pick up where we left off--rather, we start in the midst of the Space Bus journey.

There is technically a Big Action Scene, but I was honestly surprised by how...casually? the story progressed.

Essentially: Kara and Ruthye are forced to travel by bus because 1.) Krem stole Kara’s rocket and 2.) this corner of the universe doesn’t have the right stars, so Kara’s still recovering from being under a red sun for an extended period of time.

The bus makes occasional stops; they encounter a space dragon; Kara takes some Red Kryptonite and saves the day; they eventually arrive on a planet with a yellow sun.

And again, all of this occurs with a kind of...breezy ease that I was not expecting at all.

I assumed that the space dragon fight would make up the final moments of the issue, after having built up the problem to a point where Kara needed to intervene.

But, noooope. The space dragon happens somewhere in the middle, which helps sell the central idea that this is simply Kara’s life. She’s been there, done that. She’s a badass who takes it all in stride.

But! Important to note! Ruthye still marvels at the sight of Kara taking out the space dragon, as well she should, because:

OH MY GOD. THE aRT.

There’s only so many times I can say, ‘it’s phenomenal, it’s gorgeous, it’s stunning’ before sounding like a broken record.

But it is. It truly is. This is the prettiest monthly book on the stands right now.

(Realizing I’ve been spelling Ruthye wrong this entire time, maybe? IDK. Apologies if I have.)

It’s in the final moments of the book that we learn what transpired after Krem shot Kara and Krypto and fled: Kara managed to get Krypto and Ruthye to a healer, and then passed out for a week.

Ruthye and Kara recovered, buuuuut...

Krypto is still very near death because the arrow was poisoned.

The healer can’t treat him until he has a sample of the poison.

Which Krem has.

(See where this is going?)

So! Kara regains her powers! Ruthye has a super on her side! KRYPTO’S LIFE HANGS IN THE BALANCE!

Gimme. Issue. 3. STAT.

THE CHARACTERS

Very much enjoyed Ruthye in this issue!

There’s a really tricky balancing act you gotta pull off when writing child characters; you don’t want to just write them as tiny adults, but you also don’t want to be obnoxious or cloying in trying to write ‘true-to-age.’

King gives himself a bit of a cheat, by setting her up as a rock farmer from a...what would you call it. An old-fashioned planet? And thus the kind of character who had to ‘grow up fast’ and behaves more maturely than your typical pre-teen might.

BUT! IMPORTANTLY! This is tempered by placing Ruthye in situations where her (understandable) ignorance is challenged/put to the test. Like, yes, she is mature, and well-spoken, and utterly tenacious, but she’s also out of her depth, and still in need of help and guidance.

(Which is how we get to The Best Scene which I’ll get to in just a sec.)

TL;DR - this issue has really sold me on Ruthye as our POV character and I am officially Invested in the relationship between her and Kara.

Speaking of...

It’s KARA-CTERIZATION TIME!

So, okay. There’s some ‘eh’ stuff in this one, but, BUT!

We got the goods again.

And by ‘goods’ I mean this:

Whatever other nitpicks I have (and I do! Have one! Which I’ll get to!) THIS. This right here! This is Supergirl. This is Kara.

And what a beautiful line to introduce this moment:

“And it began--as most things begin when you’re dealing with Supergirl--with a moment of kindness.”

It’s the same gentle concern we saw in the previous issue, where Kara knelt down to address Ruthye eye-to-eye.

Here, Kara’s facial expression, and the way she takes Ruthye’s hands and shows her what to do...

It’s just. SO SWEET.

Ahhhhh it’s so good. :D

So good! In fact! That the above scene offsets my one complaint, which is that Kara came off as harsh, IMO, when addressing the bus passengers, looking for Red K.

Other good stuff from this particular portion of the book: we get Kryptonese (maybe? I think?) And a mention of Kara’s mother being strict about certain things, which is in keeping with the 2000s series version of Alura.

Ruthye also asks if Kara ever tried to avenge the death of her family/culture and she says no; Ruthye says that she heard a lifetime of regret in Kara’s response, which I suppose could be read one of two ways:

1.) That she regrets her choice not to avenge them, or 2.) that she regrets not having the option to avenge them, as there was no one person to punch, no single action that could rectify the destruction of the entire planet.

I personally prefer the second reading.

Which I suppose contradicts the recent-ish “Killers of Krypton” arc, but who knows what is and isn’t canon anymore, honestly. XD

As for the rest of the issue! I found myself thinking of a Grant Morrison interview, actually.

Morrison apparently met a Superman cosplayer at a con and that’s when the character clicked for them: “[The superman cosplayer] was so in the character, but what really got me was the way he was sitting. It was this absolutely relaxed pose with one knee up and the arm bent over, and that’s what broke Superman for me. Suddenly I realized that Superman wouldn’t be a poser, he wouldn’t be a Muscle Beach steroid guy; he’d actually be completely relaxed because nothing could hurt him. He could be so open and friendly to everyone because no one can punch him or hurt him. He can’t get a cold, or be damaged by anything you’re carrying or wearing. For me that was the power of that, whether you want to frame it as magical or not, it actually informed the stories I wanted to write. I felt I understood him in a way I hadn’t until that moment.”

That’s always stuck with me, the idea that Clark would be the most at-ease, chill guy you'd ever talk to.

And THAT, I think, is what we’re seeing here with Kara. That at-ease-ness.

But in a way that is distinct from Clark! In the above quote, it’s clear that Morrison thinks it’s Clark’s powers that are the reason he can be so relaxed and at ease.

But Kara is de-powered here. So why is she so chill?

Because Kara is an alien.

Kara’s in her element, here. She’s used to space travel, she knows the ins-and-outs, she’s not shocked by any of the weird stuff they encounter on their journey.

Love it. LOVE. IT.

I am SO GLAD that King decided to go with Kara being the wizened mentor, as opposed to the naïve kid learning to be tough. It’s a much more interesting angle, IMO.

Also NO MENTION OF RIVALRY BETWEEN KARA AND CLARK. WOO. LET’S KEEP THIS ROLLIN’.

Alright, last, but certainly not least:

THE GOOD BOY! KRYPTO!

When I tell you I stress-read this entire comic first thing in the morning...XD

And I am STILL stressed. And a little sad that Krypto doesn’t get to go on another space adventure but! This is MIGHTY PREFERABLE to what I *thought* was going to happen, which is that Krypto would die from his injuries, and Kara would likewise be out for revenge.

Fortunately, that is not the case!

So like, the stakes?!?! Suddenly sky high. Find that dirtbag Krem and GET THAT POISON BACK TO THE HEALER!!

ART and MISC. STUFF THAT I LOVE

I generally don’t like to post entire pages of a comic, or panels without context, but the...reach? of this blog is extremely limited so. I think we’ll be okay. XD

So, alright! Some moments that I particularly enjoyed!

One of the panels that Mat Lopes shared early on!

I want this lettered version on a mug.

(Also she looks very ’Grace Kelly-ish’ here.)

Love Kara’s facial expression and her line about space travel being more fun when you can fly.

From the same portion of the book--such a neat detail that Kara keeps her cash in her sleeve!

Another set of panels that I think Tom King shared a few months back.

Love Kara’s little smirk, and the, “I’m wearing a big yellow S on my chest, and a very fashionable red skirt.”

It IS fashionable. WE SUPPORT THE SKIRT, IN THIS HOUSE.

Also the slrrrrrrp. XD

It’s good.

Okay, 1.) VERY COOL SCI-FI DESIGN and 2.) that line is great. “Can you feel it, Ruthye? We’re getting closer. The stars are changing.”

Mmmm, them good cosmic Kara vibes.

Kara’s attitude about the Red K here is fun, like, ‘WELP, sometimes you turn into a monster, sometimes you don’t!’ but again, the line is what gets me.

“Did my hair move?”

“I do not believe so.”

Honestly? I could post the whole comic here. Evely’s vision of ‘public transit, but space’ is just so immediately...not ‘real’, necessarily, because there’s such a fantastical element to it all, but it is fully realized. I think I used the phrase ‘lived-in’ and that’s it--this world feels like it has always existed; every grimy nook and cranny, every rando space bus traveler.

And Mat Lopes’ colors!

There are like, five distinct color palettes at work in this issue, and Lopes handles them all masterfully.

I think my favorite is the...I’ll call it ‘ethereal space aquarium’ lighting in the bus as they view the space dragon.

The glow and the shadows and the blues and pinks...

GGGGGGGGAAAHHHHHHHHHH so goooooooood

So, yeah. :D

I am very much enjoying this weird, wild ride with small, precocious Ruthye and wizened, crusty Kara. XD There’s some stuff that I don’t *love* but my goodness, it could be a lot worse!

Let us end on the beautiful title page:

#long post #supergirl: woman of tomorrow #supergirl: woman of tomorrow spoilers #dc comics #kara zor el #comic thoughts #comic opinions

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thesassenachswiftie · 4 years ago

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Lover - Chapter 9: “I Think He Knows”

❤️ Read on AO3

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8

Summary: Claire and Jamie spend a romantic day in the city.

Notes: This chapter is SO FLUFFY and it's my favorite so far!! Get ready to go on a date with these two lovers!

Claire had just arrived home from work on a crisp October Monday afternoon when she felt her phone buzzing in her bag. Kicking off her shoes, she dug for it and smiled when she saw Jamie’s name and picture taking over her screen.

“Have you timed my commute, I just texted you before I left.” She was smirking as she giggled a bit, hoping he could hear the amusement in her voice although her tone was mock accusatory.

“Mebbe…“came Jamie’s bashful reply. “You have a long weekend next weekend, correct?”

“Yes, apparently our great nation is still a big fan of colonialism so I have next Monday off.”

“So, I ken we’ve been keeping a low profile, but what would you say to spending the weekend in the city with me?” he asked a bit sheepishly. Before she could reply, he provided reasoning: “It’s a big city and we’re not so likely to be seen, not to mention it’s been several months since ya left Frank, and people are less likely to be suspicious of our relationship.”

“You, obviously don’t know Frank’s people that well,” came her bitter reply, rolling her eyes despite the fact that he could see, “but I suppose you’re right. What’s a country boy like you want to spend his last weekend here in the big city for though?”

“Weill, I may have won a wee radio contest and scored us tickets to a Sunday matinee of Wicked. I thought we could head in Saturday, and make a weekend out of it. I have a few other places in mind I’d like to take ya.” Jamie’s enthusiasm was obvious in his voice.

“That actually sounds really nice.” Claire was beaming at the thought. “You do know I lived in the city for four years though right? Shouldn’t I be the one showing you around?”

“If ya have anywhere in mind, I’ll gladly add it to the list”

“Oh, there’s a list?” she elicited, smirking to herself.

“Aye, I fully intend to spend the weekend sweeping you off your feet, Ms. Beauchamp.” He was an architect drawing up his plans.

“Is that so?” she giggled “Well I certainly don’t intend on spending your last weekend here without you, and if you have Broadway tickets I simply can’t have you taking someone else.” she declared.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, I’d have to scalp the tickets on the street.” he chuckled back. “Or worse, give the tickets to Jenny and Ian and spend the weekend watching the bairns.”

“We certainly can’t have that!” she dramatized. Her tone shifted and her voice became gentler as she continued, “a weekend in the city with you sounds wonderful, Jamie.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page, Sassenach. Besides, I already booked a lovely little AirBnB in Greenwich Village.”

“Ok, if we’re going to be in The Village I have only one request.”

“Anything for you, Sassenach.”

“We have to get Murray’s bagels for breakfast at least one morning. They’re the best in the city.”

“Of course, I’ll add it to the list”

“There really is a list, isn’t there?”

“Absolutely.”

“Do you want to share the list with me?” she elicited.

“Nae, I’d rather surprise ya if it’s all the same.”

“You’re such a romantic, James Fraser.”

“Can you blame me, when I have such beautiful Sassenach to woo?” Claire just giggled in reply, glad Jamie couldn’t see her blushing over the phone. The smooth hum of her chuckle always reminded Jamie of church bells, and his heart leapt a bit hearing the noise. “I was thinking we could catch the nine AM train on Saturday morning, the AirBnB wasna available Friday night and I dinnae wanna rush you out exhausted after yer work week anyway, ya ken? If nine is too early we could push it to ten, but no later, I have a lot planned.”

“I’ll aim for nine, we can push it to ten if I oversleep.” she chuckled. “I’m really excited, I’ve always wanted to see Wicked”

“I ken. Ya told me once.”

“Of course you ken.” she chided, “you really are a romantic.”

“So I’ll see you Saturday morning?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

As it turned out, Claire could not sleep-in Saturday morning. The excitement of spending a whole weekend with Jamie alone--a weekend in which he planned on sweeping her off her feet--was enough to have her up at the crack of dawn. Although she was awake with anticipation, she allowed herself to laze in bed for a few hours, daydreaming of the possibilities. Perhaps he would take her on a carriage ride through central park--that seemed to be what the romantic leads in all the movies would do. She didn’t understand what was going on with her. It was like she was seventeen again, all aflutter with butterflies and daydreaming about this incredible man the universe had seen fit to place in her life. Every night her mind went there, to him, his body, the feel of his hands on her own body, the taste of his kiss. Every morning, he was the first thing she thought of when she awoke.

Eventually, she stretched leisurely and slipped out from under the covers to dress and have breakfast before she left. She slipped into a pair of jeans that best accentuated her posterior, knowing it to be one of Jamie’s favorite parts of her, and a cozy form fitting sweater to combat the fall air. It was a warm day for October, and the sun was peeking through the windows as she put the last few essentials into the weekender bag she packed the night before: deodorant, toothbrush, and her phone charger. As she glanced at herself in the mirror again, she wished she’d thought to ask Jamie how to dress for the day’s events, but she had packed outfits for all occasions and figured she could change at the train station if she felt underdressed in comparison to him. It wasn’t like they would go somewhere super formal midday anyway, and she knew Jamie was thoughtful enough that he probably would have mentioned it if they were. At 9:00 Jamie texted: “So, is it the 9:00 train, or the 10:00 milady?”

“I’ll be ready for the 9:00 😊”

“See you soon Sassenach ❤️”

“💗”

She arrived at the train station shortly after 8:30 and Jamie was already there waiting for her, wearing Jeans and a flannel shirt. Claire was pleased that she had dressed appropriately and her face lit up at the sight of him. God, he was handsome. He had that boyish look that she liked in a man, and his plan to sweep her off her feet was already succeeding.

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An hour later, Jamie and Claire were getting off the train at Jamaica station, much to Claire’s bewilderment. “I thought we were going to Manhattan, where are you taking me?” she queried.

“All in good time, Sassenach” he replied evasively, putting his arm around her as he led her through the station to wait for their next train, “but I can let ya know we’ll be spending the better part of the day in Brooklyn before making our way to Manhattan, I’ve got somewhere I’d like to take ya.”

“Always full of surprises aren’t you?” Claire glanced up at those blue eyes she had come to find refuge in. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have him, to keep him despite all her mistakes and shortcomings over the course of their less than half-year relationship. She planted a sweet kiss on his firm shoulder before resting her head there as they waited for the train. A couple months ago, she had drunkenly told him she loved him in the back of an Uber. She knew her feelings had not changed in all that time, but they hadn’t told each other those three little words since that night. Part of her was afraid she would mess things up again--afraid to repeat the past and make the same mistake twice. She didn’t want to lose him again; she didn’t think she could take that pain. Mostly though, Claire was confident that Jamie was aware of her feelings and didn’t really need to be told again. Every time she thought to herself that she should say it, the moment didn’t feel right. I ain’t gotta tell him, I think he knows. Besides, it was too soon since their reunion--this iteration of their relationship was still too new for that. When she did say it, she wanted it to feel special, certainly not drunkenly blurted out, and not too casually either. However, with every little romantic gesture he did, she came increasingly closer to shouting it from the rooftops. Maybe she would reach a breaking point this weekend.

The one lingering question was that Jamie hadn’t said it either. Perhaps his feelings had changed since then, but the way he acted around her--that was hard to believe. He didn’t ruin everything by saying it last time, surely it would be easier for him to say it first this time around. His actions said it every time they were together, but she longed to hear it from his lips. She secretly hoped he would reach his breaking point first.

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By late morning, Jamie and Claire had arrived at their destination. They stowed their bags in a rented locker and Jamie led Claire on a brief walk to their destination: The Brooklyn Botanic Garden. Jamie knew Claire had a passion for gardening and an interest in botany and had been wanting to take her there for months. Since before they even got together, if he was being honest with himself. Claire’s face said it all when they started to enter the gates and Jamie paid their admission--she was beaming and truly touched by this thoughtful adventure they were embarking on. “Have ya ever been here, Sassenach?”

“You know, you think I would have made it here when I lived in the city, but I rarely ventured across the East River. A part of me wishes I had, but I’m glad to experience it with you for the first time.” They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment and shared a brief but passionate kiss just inside the entrance, not caring who was around to see.

They began walking down the main tree-lined path around the perimeter of the grounds. It was a crisp fall day, cool enough for a sweater, but the midday sun was warming everything it touched making the weather perfectly pleasant for spending outdoors. The air smelled of leaves and everything seemed to be shimmering with autumnal brilliance. The couple wandered slowly through the Shakespeare garden. “I thought with your English heritage you’d like to see a proper English garden.” Jamie smiled at her as they strolled hand in hand along the quaint cobblestone path. Although many of the flowering plants were long since dormant, the trees were all the fiery shades of reds and oranges and there were small sprays of purple asters dotting the landscape. Jamie couldn’t help but think of the stone path behind his English cottage, and the beautiful garden Claire could make there to rival this one. He hoped she was drawing inspiration for her own English garden. Claire, meanwhile, was enjoying reading the Shakespearian poems and quotes on placards throughout the gardens, mentioning the plants that grew there. Her English heritage did in fact give her a soft spot for the bard.

They seemed to be the only two people in this particular garden, and stopped to sit on a roofed bench tucked beneath a flaming oak tree. Claire just sat, breathing deeply and taking it all in--the foliage, Jamie’s lyrical smile and indigo eyes, his hand on her thigh. Everything seemed so perfect. “Jamie, this is so lovely. Thank you for bringing me here.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yerself, Sassenach, we’re only just getting started though. I have much more planned for you, mo chirde” Jamie gently stroked Claire’s cheek as they got lost in each other’s eyes, lips drawing closer together. They kissed each other in the shade of the towering oak—a slow, languid kiss, tongues softly caressing. With no one else around and the whole day ahead of them, there was no rush to move on to their next stop and they could linger in the moment. Of course Claire was eager to see the rest of the gardens, and she knew Jamie surely had it all planned out, but for now she was just content to bask in his affections. When they finally separated and slowly got up to walk back to the main path, Jamie asked “are ya hungry?”

“Ravenous!” she exclaimed, throwing herself at him and nibbling on his earlobe.

“I meant for lunch, you wee vixen!” he exclaimed, playfully grabbing her arse.

“Mmmm… I know what you meant. I could eat.” She smirked.

“There’s a wee cafe a bit down the path, I thought we could grab a bite before I show ya more of the gardens.”

“That sounds perfect.” Came Claire’s enthusiastic reply. Jamie really did have the day planned out, even anticipating that they would need to eat. Claire was consistently touched by his thoughtfulness and attention to detail.

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The Yellow Magnolia Café was a modern, comfortable space set inside one of the greenhouses, which allowed for expansive views of the foliage outdoors through the glass walls and ceiling. They were lucky enough to get a table near the window as they enjoyed a seasonal brunch and coffee. Claire offered to pay, but Jamie refused to let her, insisting that this weekend was his plan, his treat. If she wanted, she could treat them to bagels the following morning since that was her idea, but nothing else. Over brunch, they chatted about their everyday lives, conversation always coming naturally between them. Jamie shared stories of his niece’s and nephew’s shenanigans over the course of the week. Claire had a few stories to share as well, mostly second hand, of the ridiculous things that had happened within the walls of the high school she worked in. Being sequestered in the nurses office all day, she was isolated from most of the antics of the hallways and cafeteria, but Jo kept her updated on the latest drama, pranks, and stories amongst the teens she cared for.

By the end of brunch, they were both in high spirits--basking in the comfort of being around each other. Claire felt less giddy than she had earlier. She was still excited by the prospect of the rest of the weekend, but she just felt so comfortable around Jamie that she was able to feel calm in his presence. This was positive, because the constant waves of butterflies she had been feeling earlier would not have been sustainable, she much preferred the occasional butterfly to flutter through her gut throughout the day instead of the swarm.

They strolled through the indoor gardens and greenhouses, enjoying being able to see exotic flowers like orchids, bonsai trees and tropical plants, flourishing in the midst of the seasons changing outdoors. It was wonderful to think how life could thrive while everything outside seemed to be dying in one last radiant swan song of color. It was nice to know things still found a way with a little help, with a little shelter, and a little love. Claire found all three of these things in Jamie’s arms, and although it pained her to think of their coming separation, she knew it would not break them. She knew the winter would end, and like the flowers outside, he would come back to her in the spring, where their love would bloom more brilliantly than ever before.

Jamie led Claire back out into the crisp fall air and led her to the Japanese garden. It was stunningly picturesque. The garden was situated around a small lake with small bridges, statues, arches and lookout points dotting the landscape. Trees arched their way over the paths, in dazzling shades of red and gold. It was as if all the colors of autumn sought to congregate around the glass surface of the lake and the picture of it nearly took Claire’s breath away as she and Jamie strolled. This part of the garden was more crowded than the Shakespeare garden, but they still managed to steal kisses along the way, ducking behind trees, or following narrow, less traveled paths with winding steps leading to shady alcoves. “Jamie, this is so beautiful, I’m so glad you took me here.” Claire professed as they stopped at a lookout spot along the path near a waterfall and took in the views of the lake, arms wrapped around one another.

“I’m so glad, mo nighean donn” Jamie replied, planting a soft kiss in her curls. Claire had released one of her arms from him and was using it to take pictures of the scenery on her phone. “Claire,” Jamie interjected sheepishly, “could we take a selfie together?” Her face lit up as she spun around and pulled her phone out ahead of them, adjusting the angle to try to get the background and their faces in the shot. “Allow me” Jamie insisted, taking the phone from her. His long arms allowed for the perfect shot, their heads tucked in close, midafternoon sunshine lighting up their beaming smiles, and a bonfire of fall leaves and sparkling blue lake behind them. Jamie texted the picture to himself before handing Claire’s phone back to her. It was strange that they had never taken a selfie together before. He had several pictures of her saved on his phone from times they were together, mostly taken in his bed or at his breakfast table. She too had some of him, tucked away in a secret folder on her phone in case prying eyes tried to find them, but they had never taken a picture together until now. It made their relationship feel official somehow, real. They knew the picture wouldn’t be posted to social media or anything like that, it was still a delicate situation--Claire having broken off her engagement to Frank less than six months ago--but just having the picture privately between them was enough.

The couple continued to wander through the garden, through winding tree lined paths, past a luminous yellow tree that smelled of maple syrup, and along wide promenade flanked by cherry trees, brilliant orange and gold in the autumn sunlight. “Do you think it’s just as lovely in the spring as in the fall? I can’t think of anything more beautiful than this, but cherry blossoms are spectacular.” Claire wondered out loud.

“We’ll have to come back in the spring and find out” Jamie replied, caressing her shoulder.

“I’d like that very much” came her reply, wrapping her arms around him and burrowing close to his chest. They had been walking for several hours, enjoying the sights as much as each other's company. They laughed and talked and told stories of times before they met, holding hands or wrapping arms around waists as they strolled. It was really turning out to be the perfect autumn day.

“I have one more place I’d like to show ya.” Jamie declared, leading her down from an overlook they had been standing atop, looking out over the cherry trees.

“A rose garden?” she giggled as he led her under a white-painted trellis tangled with thorny branches. “In mid-October? They’re not likely to be in bloom this late in the season.”

“I ken, and I have every intention of bringing ya back here to see them bloom in late spring, but there’s something I want to show you now, today.” he was smiling, but his confidence wasn’t as apparent as it had been earlier that day. For the first time, he seemed a bit apprehensive. In truth, he was second guessing if a garden full of bare rose bushes was the best locale for a romantic gesture. The fall foliage was still on display in the distance outside the garden, and the architecture of the trellises and arch ways still led to a romantic atmosphere, but there definitely wasn’t much to look in the way of flowers. He wanted to tell her how he felt, to lock it down, he was worried if he didn’t she wouldn’t stick around. The good ones never wait.

Claire interrupted his thoughts, “It sort of reminds me of The Secret Garden. Have you ever read it?”

“No, but Jenny had the movie on VHS when we were kids, I recall it somewhat.”

“It’s just, it’s dormant and we’re the only ones here, it feels like we’ve happened upon an abandoned garden, all to ourselves.” she smiled.

Jamie felt instantly at ease. She knew just what to say to assuage his doubts. He was feeling more confident as he led her under a pergola at the far end of the garden and down a set of stone steps. This part of the rose garden was smaller, situated around a statue in the center. The statue was of a woman in a thin dress that left little to the imagination, bowing over a large bouquet of roses in her arm, taking in their sweet scent. In her other arm, she held a sundial with a butterfly shaped gnomon. Jamie led Claire to the statue, palms sweaty in spite of the temperate weather. Near to the statue, a rosebush with a single, late blooming pink rose greeted the couple.

“There’s a rose for ya, mo charide” he gestured to it, stroking the soft petals.

“The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all” she lilted.

“What a beautiful piece of poetry.”

She giggled, “it’s from Mulan, one of my favorites when I was a girl.”

“You shouldn’tha told me, so I could’ve kept thinking ya were a masterful wordsmith,” he teased, smirking.

Claire sighed dramatically, “I guess I’ll just resign myself to knowing you think less of me. How can I ever live with that knowledge?” she couldn’t help smirking though she was trying to feign taking offense. She knew he was so obsessed with her and boy, she understood the feeling.

“Aw Claire, I could never think less of ya” he pulled her close and wrapped her in his arms, locking his blue eyes on her whiskey ones. “Not ever” he whispered. Instead of drawing her in for a kiss, as she expected, he pointed her attention to the statue. “Do ya notice anything about this statue, Claire?”

“She looks cold” Claire chuckled, noting the statue’s erect nipple peeking through her gauzy dress. Strange how something made of metal could be considered gauzy--sculptors were truly impressive people.

Jamie chuckled at her observation, “maybe on the sundial, perhaps?”

Claire took a closer look, there were words inscribed on the sundial, she read them out loud, slowly “Perennis amor. Hmm.”

“Do ya ken the meaning?”

“Hmm… amor means” she hesitated for a moment, looking up at him, “love.” meeting his eyes, she saw that very word reflected in them, “and perennis…” She thought about making a penis joke, but didn’t think it was right for the moment, even if it was something that was on her mind, “like perennial, plants that come back year after year… constant, lasting”

“Eternal.” he finished for her, “eternal love.” her breath caught as he placed his thumb under her chin, meeting her eyes again. “That is what I have for ya, Claire. I love you, and I won’t stop loving you, ever. I ken we have a wee separation ahead of us, but whenever ya find yerself having doubts or fears about that Claire, I want ya to remember these words.” He brought the hand that was not on her face to the engraved surface of the sundial briefly, returning it to her waist.

Claire’s heart was racing, and the swarm of butterflies had returned to her stomach. Her eyes found his again after following his hand. “Oh Jamie,” she sighed, still feeling breathless “I love you too.” Jamie’s face broke into a smile and he drew her in for a long lingering kiss, gently caressing her tongue with his own, running his fingers through her curls and along her cheek bones.

When they eventually broke away he explained, “just like these roses are mostly gone, we may not be together much in the winter, but this love will still be there like the rose bushes we’re surrounded by. They’re not going anywhere, and we will blossom together again Claire. Always. I mean to make this work, I ken it willna be easy, but I’m gonna make every effort to keep ya.”

“I understand, it won’t be easy, but I will look forward to spring, when we can see the roses in bloom together. I’m not going anywhere; I’ll wait for you to come back.”

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Claire and Jamie left the gardens and took a cab to a Deli on 16th Avenue for a quick dinner before heading back to the subway to Manhattan. They enjoyed their dinner, basking in the glow of their love. They probably looked like two teenagers, making eyes at each other and linking hands across the table. They both had goofy smiles plastered on their faces as they ate and talked. While they were waiting for their food, Claire couldn’t help but notice Jamie’s hands around a cold glass of soda. She remembered noticing them the first night she met him--it had been a glass of whiskey then, but the effect of it was still the same. Seeing how large his hands were compared to the glass, she imagined them on her body, stroking her in the most intimate places. Those hands make me want to know that body like it’s mine. This is where her thoughts went as she stared at those large hands, as they had that first night. The difference between then and now, was that now she knew exactly how those hands would feel on her, and it was more pleasurable than she could have imagined. Whenever they were alone in his apartment, she made herself at home and he always wanted her to stay. Now they knew they had each other’s hearts, futures, and love as well as each other’s bodies. Claire was most assuredly looking forward to the added layer of intimacy their evening would have.

Leaving the restaurant and walking with Jamie down the sidewalk, Claire felt that his footprints on the sidewalk were leading her to where she couldn’t stop: couldn’t stop thinking of him, couldn’t stop wanting him, couldn’t stop loving him. Yes, it was complicated; yes, it didn’t make practical sense; yes, they were going to be separated by an ocean soon, but none of that seemed to matter right now. Right now, they were together and he had her heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue. She felt so giddy, she wanted to actually skip down the street, hand in hand with Jamie shouting “look! We’re in love”. Her heart just felt so light, like she was on another plane, transcending the real world into something magical, deep and fiery. Through the connection of their entwined fingers, it was like they shared one pulse, one heart. They were no longer two separate people, they were two halves of a whole, truly themselves when they were together like this. “Jamie I’m so happy.”

“I ken what you mean Sassenach,” she could tell he was serious, but then his tone shifted “I am quite the catch after all” he teased.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be.” she said, tugging at his shirt collar as they waited for the Uber to take them back to the train station. “I wanna see what’s under that attitude.” she whispered coyly. She was following the sparks he was giving off to wherever they would take them. They couldn’t get to the AirBnB fast enough. He captured her in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing, exploring, hands roaming and taking in the shapes of each other. When they pulled away she whispered in his ear “I want you, bless my soul.” Just then, their intimate moment was interrupted by their Uber’s arrival. As they got settled in the back seat Claire whispered in the dark, “So where we gonna go?”

#lover #i think he knows #jamie fraser #claire beauchamp #jamie x claire #inspired by taylor swift #fluff #so much fluff #outlander #outlander fanfic #outlander fanfiction #outlander fic

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*taps mic* Is this thing on? Aight, I know I said that I’d update CS every 3-5 business months, but life happened for both me & @hearteyes-for-killmonger. Let me just tell y’all how many times I wanted to completely scrap this book, simply because for a second, I fell out of love with it. I also thought that you guys were no longer interested. For our loyal readers, thank you for sticking with us! This chapter is fairly short, but MAJOR progression is made!

It’s also late, so this is un-beta’d. Any errors will be corrected in the morning.

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Skylar’s face turned up in a wide grin as O’Shea came downstairs with her latest flower arrangement. If Oya wasn’t good at anything else, she was a professional at wooing her. The bright yellow of the freshly picked sunflowers was a beautiful contrast to the deep red hue of the roses. She’d forgotten that she’d mentioned that they were her favorites.

“With love, from Bae,” O’Shea read teasingly, only making the smile on Skylar’s face stretch wider. “And again I ask, why aren’t the two of you officially a thing? The mutual attraction is obvious and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile this wide. Like you’re really flashing all 32 right now,” she asked, placing the vase on the corner of Sky’s desk.

“Because it’s not that easy, Shea. I have walls that need to be broken down and we both have issues that we need to work through. This is why SPT is so important. I have to understand exactly who I’m dealing with before we take things to the next level.”

O’Shea nodded. She hadn’t really thought about their situation like that. She’d just assumed that Sky was still working through ridding herself of Monica and was afraid of being heartbroken again.

“I’ve been meaning to ask about that. So is she Erik’s client now?”

“Yes. He’ll be her official therapist and draw up our plan of action as far as treatment.”

“Why does she feel like she needs treatment? She doesn’t seem to struggle sexually.”

“Looks can be deceiving, Shea. Behavior is also an indication that there may be underlying issues. Most of the clients that Erik and I treat are fully functioning. Look at you, for example.” Shea pulls a face. It was entirely too early in the workday for Skylar to be coming for her edges. She hadn’t even finished her acai breakfast bowl. “Aye, we not talking about me,” she fussed, placing her hands on her hips.

“But you fit the example. Personally, I think her excessive need to be sexual is a cover for something deeper, I just have to get her to tell me what it is.”

Sky couldn’t deny the soft spot she had for Oya. Even if things didn’t work out on the personal side of their relationship, she still cared for her and wanted to ensure she received the best treatment. Regardless of past situations, everybody deserved to be loved and accepted for who they truly are.

A pregnant silence engulfed Erik’s office as Oya and Skylar waited for him to speak. For the last 45 minutes he had been busy typing away at his computer, only pausing briefly to think before starting again. Once finished, he leans back in the Italian leather chair, stroking his beard as he gives the therapy plan a final onceover.

“Alright, before we begin, we first need to get to the root of the problem. Oya, why do you feel you need SPT and what do you hope to gain from it, other than my business partner as a mate?”

Ouch.

Oya recoiled slightly at his brashness. She hadn’t expected to be put on front street so quickly, nor was she prepared to discuss her history so soon. She suddenly felt bare, like she had been stripped of all of her clothing in front of a crowded high school auditorium and her anxiety was spiking. Skylar took notice of how withdrawn she’d become and placed a comforting hand on her thigh.

“It’s okay, Oya. You don’t have to explain in detail just yet, we just need a general idea of what we’re dealing with so that we approach it in the best way,” Skylar explained, the gentleness of her voice causing Oya to return her soft smile.

While she knew that there wasn’t a logical reason to be afraid of Erik or his opinion, her brain had been conditioned to be critical of men ever since that fateful night in her uncle’s basement. Still, having Skylar there was comforting. Her presence made it easier to generate a Spark Notes version of her past.

“I was abused and shunned as a child and as a result, became overtly sexual. While I know that sex can’t fill the void that was left from that experience, it’s the only way to silence the voices in my head. I started looking into SPT because I saw that abuse survivors can benefit from it.”

Erik’s face softened from its usual hard line. While he’d assumed this girl had been through the ringer, his mind couldn’t begin to fathom just how deep her trauma ran.

“Here’s what we’ll do,” he started. “Since it’s obvious that you’re a lot more comfortable speaking to Sky about this, how about the two of you do dinner. If not tonight, then later this week. During dinner, Oya, I need you to be as transparent as possible. I need you to go into full detail of what happened and then Skylar will report back to me. The two of us will formulate a comprehensive 8-week therapy plan, which will be implemented starting next week. Are you okay with doing this?”

Oya nodded, finally allowing herself to completely relax.

“We’re gonna get you right, Ms. Ramirez. Over the next 8 weeks you’ll watch yourself become a new woman, I guarantee it,” Erik smiles, offering her his hand to shake.

She accepts the invitation, returning his smile in the most infectious way before turning to Skylar.

“I know SPT doesn’t always require sex, but we can still implement some BDSM therapy, right?”

Sky laughs in response. Leave it to Oya to bring sexual humor into an otherwise serious situation.

“Baby steps, Ms. Ramirez.”

Oya's salmon arrived on the table and she licked her chops, having been out all day without eating. Why Sky had inquired about her level of hunger, Oya stated that her radiant smile was enough to fill her, however, the angry cry of her stomach told a different tale.

The pair opted for a Friday evening dinner, an excuse for Skylar to have a drink or two and not worry about having to work the following day. She sips her Hendricks and tonic slowly, savoring the crisp taste of the cucumbers she requested be added to the concoction.

Oya slammed face first into her plate effectively scaring the shit out of Sky who was currently rethinking a few things in regard to diet based on Oya's uncouth and grizzly attack on her fish.

"Well. She eats fish like I eat pussy," Sky sighed, brushing it off. Still, she found herself keeping her eyes down to her own plate.

"I wasn't that hungry," Oya belched, wiping her mouth with her stained paper napkin. "I'll take another one still."

After her second fish, Sky was appalled at the way Oya had violated those salmon. She decided that she would also train Oya to eat like a human being and they would practice on a sushi date, since they require smaller bites.

“Alright fish murderer,” Sky finally chirps. “You’ve avoided the inevitable long enough, it’s time to talk.” Oya lifts her head slowly, much like a dog who has just been scolded for peeing on fresh carpet.

“Do we really have to talk about this? Like is it honestly necessary?”

“Yes, Oya. With all due respect, we can’t treat you if we don’t know what we’re treating. You gotta give us something.”

“I gave you something earlier,” she snaps defensively.

“Yes, but that’s not enough. There are several forms of abuse, Oya. Just saying you were abused doesn’t really tell us anything. We can’t use verbal abuse treatment methods to treat a victim of physical abuse. You understand that, right?” Sky asks incredulously.

Oya pinches the bridge of her nose in annoyance. She was beginning to regret even bringing up the whole thing. While she thought she was ready to expose this part of her life, fear and her anxiety were getting the best of her. She was beginning to close up again.

Just tell her, her psyche coaxes.

“I was raped by my mother’s brother when I was ten. It happened nearly everyday for 6 months. It took everything in me to say something to my mother about it, but when I finally did, she accused me of lying.”

A lone tear slid down Oya’s cheek at the memory.

“From that point on, I haven’t been able to trust or fully commit to a man. Which is why I couldn’t talk to Dr. Stevens earlier. I know he means well, but --”

“It’s a work in progress, I understand,” Skylar interjects.

“To this day, she refuses to acknowledge what that man did to me, even though he’s currently serving a 20-year prison sentence for pedophilia. From that point on, sex was my escape. I know it sounds oxymoronic, but it helped fill the void and silence the pain. Even if the gratification was short lived.

Skylar takes her hand, offering a napkin to wipe the fresh tears that slid down her face.

“I think we should start slow. I’ll get with Erik, but I feel like our first few sessions should be meditation and sensate focus. I want you to be comfortable with touching and being touched in a nonsexual manner before we move onto more advanced methods. Are you ok with that?”

“I think so,” Oya admits. “I’ve been using sex to run from my demons for majority of my life. I don’t want to hide anymore.”

“And when this is all over, you won’t have to,” Skylar smiles.

“I still wanna be your sex slave at some point, though,” Oya jokes.

“Check please!” Sky laughs.

After several back and forth debates as to where the session should be held, the doctors finally decided that Oya’s house would be best.

“It’s somewhere that she feels comfortable, and therefore, it should be easier for her to open up,” Erik said once the final decision was made. Sky nods her agreement, texting Oya to alert her of the plan.

Sky: Instead of coming to my office, we’ll be doing the session at your house. Is that ok?

Oya: Ooh, I get the good doctor all to myself. Say less. Here’s my address

Skylar chuckles at her eagerness, adding the address to her Maps app for later access.

“She seems excited,” she tells Erik, pocketing her phone.

“For now,” he says, sliding a manila folder towards her. “She’s flighty, so her nervousness can come back at any moment. Make sure you keep her relaxed the entire time.”

“Why you talking to me like she’s my first patient?”

“Just making sure your head is in the right place. You’re typically behind the scenes. Patients like Oya can be tricky.”

“I got this, dad,” Sky groans, swinging her bag over her shoulder as she stands to leave.

“You better stop. You ain’t called a nigga Daddy in a minute, Nola.”

“Goodbye, Stevens! I’ll let you know how things go.”

“Text me. I promised the baby brat we’d go to the carnival later. She’s been dying for a funnel cake and a new stuffie.”

“Aww, how sweet,” Sky beams, armed with new ammunition to tease Shea with once they were back in the office. After reading through the therapy plan for herself, she rests the folder and her bag in the passenger seat and heads home. She would need the rest of the night to prepare for the next day’s session.

The California sun beamed brightly as Skylar made her way to Oya’s apartment. It was a beautiful three bedroom, three bath unit in Playa Vista, not far from the beach. Skylar was immediately drawn to the brightness of the space, the white walls with soft marble and gold accents adding to the feminine charm.

“I was thinking we could do this in my meditation room,” Oya said once Sky was done with her exploration.

“Ooh meditation room,” Skylar squealed, following her into what would become her favorite room in the entire unit. Behind the curtain of strung selenite crystals lay a spiritual oasis. Two black Buddah statues sat on both sides of the entrance while pink, orange, and yellow pillows decorated the floor. They looked to be from Bali or some other spiritual region. On the east and western walls were sun and moon appliques, subtle nods to the orishas Yemoja and Oshun, while chakra posters and decorations line the southern wall. On an inverted bookshelf near the front facing wall lay her crystals, sage, and a small altar Sky could tell had been used recently.

“Okay, I already loved the rest of the house, but this room is a whole vibe,” Skylar compliments, pulling out her notebook and video camera. “It’s standard practice that these sessions are recorded, but if you’re uncomfortable being on film, I have a tape recorder.”

“No, the camera is fine,” Oya assured, taking a seat on the pink pillow. She sat Indian style with her palms resting on her knees. Skylar placed her camera between two rose quartz cathedrals, taking a few test shots to ensure the angle was perfect. Once done, she mimicked Oya’s stance on the yellow pillow across from her.

“It is the third day of March and the time is 3:33 pm,” Skylar says, beginning the recording.

“I see you, Universe,” Oya muses to herself, allowing herself to be consumed by the feeling of divine protection.

“We’re going to start with simple breathing exercises to get you relaxed and comfortable, okay?” Oya nods in response. “First I need you to sit up straight, but keep your shoulders and neck relaxed.”

Oya complies, rolling her neck to the sides to release some apparent tension.

“Now, close your eyes and visualize your happy place. It could be the beach or your bed, just wherever makes you feel the happiest,” Sky instructs, doing the same. “Now, breathe in deep through your nose, hold it for about five seconds, then release through your mouth.”

The two repeat these steps about five times before Oya is finally allowed to open her eyes. Skylar makes note of the sated look in her eyes.

“How do you feel?” she asks softly.

“Surprisingly, I feel really good. I do breathing exercises often, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed before.” “Good, that’s what we want. Now, we’ll move into sensate touching. I’ll need you to remove your jewelry and as much clothing as you’re comfortable with.”

Oya’s face turns up into a sly smirk.

“Are you getting fresh with me, Dr. Greene,” she teases, slowly removing the white Nike crop top.

Sky chuckles before answering.

“Quite the opposite, Ms. Ramirez. In sensate touching, participants are typically nude and free from jewelry. The method we’ll be practicing this afternoon is non-genital sensate touching, which means that I will touch every single part of your body except your breasts and your vagina. While sensate touching may cause arousal, it is important that you remain professional and focus only on your own sensations while being touched, understood?”

“Aye, aye, captain,” Oya responds, saluting for emphasis. This makes Skylar giggle.

“I can already tell you’re not going to make this easy for me, Ms. Ramirez.” “I promise to be a good girl, Dr. Greene. You have my word.”

“Alright. This first session will be strictly me touching you with my hands. If this goes well, then we can introduce other elements, such as feathers, scarves, and even oils. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or sleepy, let me know and we can continue another time.”

“I’m not allowed to fall asleep?” Oya questions.

“No. It’s important that you remain awake and conscious through the entire experience,” Sky responds, positioning herself behind Oya. Slowly and deliberately, Skylar rubs her hands up Oya’s arms, starting with just her palms. She moves up to her shoulders and neck, alternating between firm and subtle pressure to the pressure points there.

“Mmm,” Oya moans softly. “You should consider massage therapy,” she coos, allowing her head to fall slightly.

“You think so?” Sky asks with a grin. “Yes ma’am. Your touch is very relaxing, Dr. Greene,” Oya shudders as Skylar’s fingertips dance up and down her back.

“Well I’m glad you think so, Ms. Ramirez.”

The session continues for exactly 33 minutes before Oya’s eyes start to droop. “Okay, I think we need to stop, otherwise, I’m gonna be asleep in your arms,” Oya says, her voice audibly more soft and relaxed than when they first began.

Skylar shuts the camera off and makes a few more notes in her notebook before putting her things away. Without thinking, she sits down beside Oya, pulling her so that she was cradled against her supple bosom.

“I don’t think I’d object to that much,” she beams.

Oya bites her lip softly before staring up into Sky’s big green eyes. She could see herself getting lost in them for days.

“You think you’re capable of fixing me? I’m damaged goods, Dr. Greene.” Her voice came out just above a whisper, her tone laced with vulnerability. Skylar smoothed her hair, tucking a stray curl behind her ear before delivering her heartfelt response.

“A smushed Reese’s cup is still a Reese’s cup, Ms. Ramirez. And I happen to really like Reese’s cups.”

Oya’s smile spread across her whole face, a soft twinkle dancing in her eyes.

“I’ll be your Reese’s cup.”

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#vanity writes #my shit #erik stevens #killmonger smut #daddy erik #killmonger fic #bde #erik killmonger #erik killmonger x black oc #carnal stimulation

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lady-maria-the-wolf225 · 4 years ago

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Mikey x Fem! reader ch: 6

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

After my mom had a crazy conversation with me about where I was, I ended up lying that I was staying over at a friend's house. She told me not to go unless I get permission. Great. It's a good thing she didn't ground me. And I'm also glad she didn't call the cops for a crazy search. Despite that, I still couldn't believe that the Turtles existed, and they were nice to me. Mikey, Leo, Donnie, even the hot headed Raph never made fun of me. Not even a chuckle at my face either. They may not be human, but in their nature, I can tell they seem so lonely that they wish they could blend in human society but they have no choice but to stay down there. School started to bore me. I was finally given an assignment but it was for chemistry. I hate chemistry next to Algebra. My friends asked me if I could go out with them, but I declined because I already made plans to meet up with Mikey yet I never told them about the turtles themselves. Nightfall came, and I went down to the sewers, and the turtles were doing their thing. Leo was cleaning his weapons, Donnie fixing some broken drone, Raph busy doing heavy lifting, and Mikey, well...I can hear the TV from afar. Leo sees me, and smiles a bit. "Hey you. Mikey is uh....playing your games you left behind. He's been hooked up on them for hours. He didn't sleep at all." I nodded and went to go see him. Mikey was playing Mario Kart and didn't notice I was there in his own room. His eyes were glued to the screen. "Aw yeah! First place! Woo! That was intense!" He then turns around and sees me standing there awkwardly. He gasps dropping the game controller and immediately gets up as he hugs me tightly. The hug itself was so tight in fact, I couldn't even breath. "(Y/N)! I missed you for hours! I thought you'd never come, But here you are! I'm so happy! You can tell by the look on my face!" I gasped for air from almost being suffocated to death from a big bear hug and looked at him. He had a big smile that tells me he's very excited to see me like a child when they see their favorite family member coming over for the day while the parents are going out to do stuff. He gently put me down, and we both sat on the couch. "So! Anything new?" He said as he took a sip of his orange crush soda and I took out my assignment. "Yeah. I have a chemistry paper to fill out, it's kinda complicated, and I was wondering if you could help me." Mikey chuckled and responded. "I don't do that weird sciency stuff. But Donnie would be happy to help you out though." He shouts out to his brother who is still working on the drone. "Hey Donnie! Could you help (Y/N) with her chemistry homework? She's stuck on it!" Donnie shouts back. "Uhhh. Yeah sure. Just leave the paper on the side of my desk, and I'll help but I gotta fix this drone real quick. alright?" Mikey smiles and shouts once more. "Thanks dude appreciate it!" I smiled as I went to put the paper by Donnie. I came back and thanked Mikey for it. "And you are welcome my lady. Do you want anything? Pizza? Orange crush?" I nodded and grabbed an orange crush from him. "Thank you." He stared at me as I took a few sips. I noticed when I stopped and he looked away blushing. I looked at him concerned. "You alright?" He looks at me and smiles. "Y-yeah. I'm all good. You wanna watch a movie later?" I nodded and Donnie finally finished fixing his drone. "Okay. Finally Done. Now. You said you have some chemistry for me?" I nodded and showed him what the paper is about. He helped me with a few questions that I didn't quite understand since he is a nerd afterall, and I managed to finish right on time because Mikey took out some old VHS tapes. "Okay. We have Lady and the Tramp, Tarzan, Bambi, Titanic, Cujo, Rambo, Rocky, Misery, Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory, The fly, lord of the rings, Friday the 13th, And Star Wars." I looked at the selection of films and I ended up picking Bambi. He turns on the tv, and slides the VHS tape in. We sat down and we watched as we ate pizza. Raph walks in during the previews and smirks shaking his head. "Watching some little kids film I see?" Mikey looks at him squinting his eyes at him. "Come on bro. Nobody's too old for cartoons." Raph sits down next to us and decides to join. He watches the previews and rolls his eyes. "Ugh.....baby stuff" Mikey shushes him. "Quite Raph! It's starting!" The movie finally started, and Mikey was intrigued and so full of curiosity. He's like curious George but is a turtle instead of a monkey. We were then an hour into the movie Raph doesn't seem entertained at all. I can tell he isn't the kind of guy who likes Disney films. Only the more realistic Types. Mikey looks at me and smiles. "Are you enjoying the film sugar plum?" I smiled but I always wondered. What is with all the nicknames he keeps calling me? I guess they're just compliments in being kind. As the movie ends, Raph gets up and leaves. "Well that was stupid. Ima go do my daily lifting." Mikey turns off the television, and starts talking. "That was fun. What do you wanna do next (Y/N)?" I take out a drawing book with some pencils and markers. "Wanna draw?" Mikey smiles at me gleefully. "Sure!" I gave him a piece of paper and a pencil and ended up drawing. He does look at my paper from time to time, but it didn't seem to bother me at all. After we finished, I showed him my drawing. It was a tree in the middle of a field. Mikey's eyes widened and his mouth gaped with surprise. "You are so good! I like it! Wanna see mine?" I nodded and he showed me his. It was a very.....interesting drawing I give it that. He drew a drawing of himself being muscular and me being the damsel in distress being saved by him. "Whaddya think?" I look at it and the drawing isn't professional looking. More like first grade level art. But over all, I smiled and responded to him. "I love it." He smiles wide and decides to give it to me. I put it in my backpack, and he gets up. He takes out a boombox, and starts to play music. He danced around me and I laughed at his movements. "Come on! Dance with me!" I shook my head giggling. "Oh. No. I never danced before." He pulls me up, and decides to teach me how. I tried following his move set but I sucked at it real bad. He laughed and kept on dancing, having the time of his life. Even I was as well. Leo and Donnie Chuckled at us and Raph smirks shaking his head. "Kids today." Leo said, sharpening the blade of his katana. I soon got tired and layed down to rest for a bit from all the dancing. Mikey laid down as well. "You know, you're a cool guy mikey. I like you. I never met anyone that is wild but so full of life and is very kind." He blushes and smiles. "Hehe. Thanks." I stared at him and he noticed. I chuckled and he blushes even more. I went home after we had our fun, and I can tell Mikey feels left out when I had to leave. But I promised him I'd be back again soon which made him feel better a bit. He told me he would like to take me out somewhere. But where though? Whatever it is, I bet it's something special in mind.

End of P.O.V

Up next will be chapter 7. :)

#michelangelo #tmnt bayverse #fanfic #romance

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pinkanonwrites · 5 years ago

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Karasuno VS. Animal Crossing Villagers

Not an ask, but my own idea! Like most people I’ve been neck-deep in animal crossing during these trying times. I wanted to write how haikyuu characters would react to hearing you gushing about someone, only to find out it’s just your favorite villager!

Sawamura Daichi

Usually Daichi is a very reasonable man.

Somehow that all goes careening out a nearby window when he overhears you on the phone with one of your friends.

“Marshal is perfect and there’s nothing you can say to change my mind. Love of my life. Ideal man.”

He’s so caught off guard that he doesn’t even register the volleyball hitting him in the back of the head. The love of your life? Oh nononononono. No one else was gonna be stealing away your attention.

He pushed the roaring beast of jealousy back down in his stomach and smiled as you waved him over.

“Daichi loooook! He’s so grumpy!” You turned your phone around to show him a picture of an adorable little white squirrel. “I love Marshal!”

Ah.

“Well, he is pretty cute.” Is all he can muster as a reply, feeling rather silly.

Sugawara Koushi

Suga would see you smiling at your phone like an idiot and scootch over to tease you about your silly expression.

His own smile would suddenly fall when you told him just what you were mooning over.

“I made Avery into my new lock screen background! He’s just the cutest!”

Luckily Sugawara is a smart man, and would ask to see your background before drawing any conclusions. He’d breathe a silent sigh of relief upon seeing that your lock screen picture was of a goofy looking cartoon eagle.

“Whaaaaaaaat? You think he’s even cuter than me?” He’d tease, squishing your cheeks with both hands until you broke into giggles. Good. Crisis averted. For now.

Azumane Asahi

Poor baby gets so nervous when he hears you gushing over your villager.

“Kyle is so cool! I’m never ever gonna let him leave I’ve never been this happy in my life!!!”

Daichi and Suga get to watch him melt into a puddle of misery on the floor.

“Kyle?” He whines, scandalized. “Cool?” Of course you liked cool guys. Guys who were tough and aloof and didn’t let anything bother them. He was none of that.

“Asahi! Asahi! Look at my new villager! Isn’t he cute?”

Then you bounded over and showed him the Kyle in question, a hyena in a leather vest. He whined out your name, blubbering as he hid his face in the top of your head. He’s just a big, silly fool.

Nishinoya Yuu

“Okay but Genji is actually perfect though? I’ve never loved anything so much in my life.”

Nishinoya’s head snaps in the direction of your voice so fast his bones cracked. Genji? Who is Genji? He doesn’t glean any information from staring at you, but his teammates can already see the storm clouds brewing above his head.

Who did this Genji guy think he was, stealing away your attention? Hogging your attention was his job.

After landing a particularly impressive receive, he’d look over to you and holler, “Can Genji do that?”

“Well he’s a rabbit and also in a video game, so I’m gonna say no!”

Ohhhhhh, the shame he feels. He must turn red up to the tips of his ears.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

“Papi was singing yesterday! He’s just adorable, I can hardly stand it!”

Tanaka is already growling like a feral dog. He heard ‘He’s just adorable...’ come out of your mouth and it wasn’t directed at him. Your boyfriend.

Clearly he’s gotta challenge this guy for your honor, or beat him up, or, or-!”

Or almost turn into a blubbering mess the second you asked him if he was okay. You’d start panicking when he asked if you still liked him, until he asked why you thought this Papi guy was so cute.

“Ryuu...” You sounded exasperated but painfully fond as you pulled up a picture of the horse on your phone. “He just moved into my Animal Crossing village.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“So I’m still your favorite?”

“Of course you are, Ryuu!” “Ah. Heh. I knew that.”

Ennoshita Chikara

Easily the most sensible of the entire team.

“Whatcha looking at?” You’ve been staring at your phone for a good long while with the silliest expression on your face, and he can’t help but be a little curious.

“Wade! He’s so adorable I can’t stand it!”

“Oh? Do I need to be on guard? Is someone gonna try and sweep you off your feet right out from under me?” He jokes, leaning over your shoulder to get a peek at your phone.

“Only if you think a penguin is worthy of wooing me.” You respond.

“I dunno, he’s pretty cute. I might be swooned!”

“Chikara!”

“Joking! Joking!”

Kageyama Tobio

“Apollo is perfect. He’s all gruff on the outside but so sweet and gentle on the inside.”

Externally Kageyama didn’t show any immediate change in expression, quietly focusing on his drills.

Internally, boy is panicking. Who is Apollo? Why was he perfect? Why did you like him so much?

It isn’t until he misses a set and it hits him directly in the head that you realize something’s up with him. He grumbles over and grabs your hand, pulling you out of sight of his teammates.

“Who’s ‘Apollo’?” He asks as soon as you’re out of earshot. “-! D-Don’t laugh!”

“Tobio, look. This is Apollo.” You bring up your Switch and scamper over to a bald eagle and begin talking to him. “He’s gruff on the outside, but sweet on the inside. Just like you. That’s why he’s my favorite.”

“That’s-You!” He stammers, face exploding into a burning blush. “Wh-Whatever! I’m way cooler than some weird bird anyway!”

Hinata Shouyou

“There he is! The light of my life! My most perfect boy!”

Usually that’d get Hinata excited, because you’d be talking about him. Not today.

“Jeremiah! The cutest in the whole wide world!~”

And he definitely wasn’t sulking because of it. No siree.

You wouldn’t stop staring down at your phone, even when Hinata was doing his amazing freak quick. Yeah you’d probably seen it a few hundred times at this point, but still! You said it was always amazing! What changed?

At the end of practice he’d holler your name out to you.

“I only want you to watch me! Not whoever this weird Jeremiah guy is!”

“Shouyou, baby, he’s a frog.”

“...Eh?”

After you show him your Switch he buries his face in his hands, cheeks burning. “Waaaaaaaahhh, this is so embarrassing. I’m gonna die.”

You laugh and wrap him in a hug. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay more attention at your next game. No frogs allowed.”

Tsukishima Kei

All day long, whenever you’re in earshot, Tsukishima can hear you rambling about this ‘Erik’ guy and frankly? It’s starting to drive him a little bit insane.

“Erik gave me some flowers!”

“Erik said he liked my outfit today!”

“Erik invited me to his house!”

By the time you pick up on his sour mood Kei is practically simmering, and looks at you with a bitter glare.

“Why don’t you spend some more time with Erik if you’re going to be drooling all over him?”

Boy does he feel a fool when you show him a picture of the little elk in your village.

“Kei, were you jealous?”

“Tch.”

Yamaguchi Tadashi

“Rowan is so cool. And so cute! He’s definitely my absolute favorite.”

Yamaguchi’s attention snaps to you, wide-eyed. Who is Rowan?

“W-Who is Rowan?”

Yama’s a pretty shy guy, but he’s not really the type to jump to conclusions either. So if he was nervous about something you said, he’d ask right away instead of stewing in it.

Which is good for him, because now he knows that you aren’t going all mushy over another boy, just a particularly cool cartoon tiger. You’d show him the character on your Switch screen and shoot him a smile so infectious he can’t help but mirror it.

I also think Yama is the most likely to become interested in Animal Crossing after you show him! He’d want to see all your other villagers too, not realizing how far you were leaning into each other’s space as you gave him a tour of your town.

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu imagines #karasuno #karasuno imagines #sawamura daich #sugawara koushi #azumane asahi #nishinoya yuu #tanaka ryuunosuke #ennoshita chikara #kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #headcanons #long post

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diabloindigo · 3 years ago

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Are you the person to open a box of cereal just to get the toy inside? As a kid yes. Right now, I don’t buy cereals with prizes anymore. Do they even stuff toys in cereal these days?

Do you get scared easy? If it’s in the anxiety induced variety, yes.

What was one of the stupidest things you cried over when you were little? Not sure, it could have been anything from not wanting to wear a fancy dress or dress shoes to a party or a broken toy.

Have you ever drank milk from the carton? Despite having a working dishwasher and plenty of glasses, I “waterfall” milk and juice from the containers.

Juice or milk? I go both ways, leaning more towards juice. Apple or orange.

Do you ever turn off your computer properly? Once in a while.

Do you wish you were a fish? Not really, though I kinda envy the blue Dory (Doctor Fish?) in the tank at my gynecologist’s waiting room. It likes to swim to the bottom of the tank and ride up to the top on a bubble jet. That damn fish has probably had more fun than I have in the past several months.

Who’s your favorite super hero? Invincible (Amazon Prime). Along with Spider-Man (2002) and the Big Hero 6 movie, that character/series is a rare superhero show that makes me feel strong and vulnerable at the same time.

Who’s your favorite super villain? Slade Wilson/ Deathstroke as seen in “Teen Titans: The Judas Contract” animated movie and the 2003-2006 “Teen Titans” cartoon series.

Spiderman or X-men? Spider-Man. Tobey Maguire and Peter B. Parker from Into the Spiderverse.

Movie theatre or stay at home movie night? Theaters. Alamo Drafthouse. I love ordering boozy milkshakes and finger foods.

Do you have a Blue Ray? I have one of those external drives for my Mac though I never use it.

How about HD television? Yeah

Do you think HD television is kind of a waste of money? No.

Do you get why people get so frickin’ freaked out during football season? I do not, and living in a state with a hard-on for (American) football makes it weird when I tell people that I do not have a favorite football team/player.

Do you ever sneak scraps to the dog even though you’re not suppose to? I don’t sneak him food. If I cook or order too much to eat, then I scrape a couple of cup’s worth of leftovers in his bowl. He’s probably got only a year to live so let him live it up a little.

Are you reading a book right now? If so what? A friend gave me a copy of “The Only Good Indians” but I can't get into it so I’m reading “Full Throttle” by Joe Hill.

What was the last book you were required to read for school? It’s been so long I can’t remember.

O donuts or jelly filled? Whipped cream filled. I love Krispy Kreme’s whipped cream filled donuts with raspberry filled donuts as a close second.

If I’m feeling bland then I do like crullers.

Do you like your ice-cream in a bowl or cone? Bowl unless it’s a tasty cone.

Marshmallows in your hot chocolate or no? I could go either way unless it’s a tiny cup of chocolate.

Do you like cherry coke? Hell yes. I love going to Sonic for a cherry-vanilla-lime Coke or this greasy little 1950s type burger joint for their cherry cokes since they load the cups with several cherries.

Do you really think diet Dr. Pepper is the equivalent of a cupcake? No, it tastes artificial. Like a bastard child of a soft drink that wants to pass for cherry soda.

Do you snore in your sleep? Drool? Talk? Snore and talk (I’m pretty stressed out).

Have you ever sleep walked? no

Are you a morning person? I am now.

How do you wake up in the mornings? by alarm during the work week, naturally at 6-7 on vacation days.

Do you think guyliner is hot? What is that?

Is variety the spice of life? yeah

Do you think strawberry milk is disgusting? I like it.

Have you ever drank after anyone? Like sharing a cup/bottle? Yeah, loads of times.

Have you ever drank after anyone you don’t know very well? No.

Do you have any limits on who you drink/eat after?

If we’re talking about sharing, then I will share food/drink with family and friends. If someone offers me bite-size pieces that are individually wrapped or can be torn off the main portion, I’ll eat it, but only from co-workers or acquaintances.

Would you eat a sucker if someone already ate some of it? No.

Would you chew somebody else's gum? Hell no.

Do you know anyone who’s going to die of mono because of that? No.

Do you enjoy school? My English and psychology classes.

Are you a teacher’s pet? no

Do you have a job? Yes.

How did you get to and from school? Parents drove me or I walked for elementary through high school. I drove when I went to college.

Do you have a bedtime? And if so what is it? I’m in bed between 11-12 a.m.

What time do you get up? 6 am so I can walk/exercise before the sun boils the earth in full force.

Have you ever pulled an all-nighter? Yeah in college.

What’s more important? Beauty or brains? brains

Do you believe in yourself? Sometimes I do, and sometimes I don’t.

Did you ever want to be an astronaut when you were little? No. Being a veterinarian or scientist were my highest ambitions as a small kid.

How about the president? Never.

What did you want to be when you were little? Veterinarian, scientist, cartoon character.

Did you ever want to be a super model? no

Do you believe you’re attractive enough to be a super model? No.

Have you ever had an X-ray? Several in the past few months for pre-surgery and dental work.

What’s your favorite guy’s name? What’s your favorite girl’s name? Guys’: Shane, Mark, Tadashi, Austin, Cade, Trip.

Girls’: Quince, Sienna, Amy, Kit, Lizzie (Elizabeth), Raven.

Who’s your second cousin’s, grandparent’s, sister? The fuck...

Do you laugh to yourself whenever the ketchup bottle farts? No, in fact, I get annoyed when other people hear it and ask me if I farted.

Do you have any real guns in your house? I have several.

Do you know how to use nunchucks? No, I bought a pair at one of those Asian imports emporiums, but I donated them since I never learned to use them. They were these crappy foam padded ones with dragons printed on the handles.

Do you know anyone who can use nunchucks? No.

What do you want to be next Halloween? In better health and not shitting bricks about using up my paid time off to go to doctors’ appointments.

Did you ever consider getting a job as a mall Santa? No. I’d rather be one of his elves or a reindeer.

Are you the one responsible for taking out the garbage? Yes. Grosses me the fuck out sometimes with smelly discarded poultry trays or rotten food, but somebody’s gotta do it.

Do you recycle? My city has the blue recycling bins, but I heard that since we’re an ass-backward community, “recyclables” and trash all go to the same place. I just place recyclables in the blue bin to help clear up space in the trash bin. Maybe I’m wrong and this city does recycle? Can’t hurt.

When I was 11, I’d collect empty soda cans to take to the recycling guy since back in the day, they’d pay for aluminum cans. That’s how I scraped up funds for dollar movies and hot dogs.

Are you a pyro? Yeah. I carry/collect Zippo lighters but mostly because the “click-click” is satisfying to hear since I flip the lids open and closed to relieve stress. And I burn a lot of old bills and letters with sensitive info on them.

What was the last word/thing you wrote down? I was researching high fiber foods that are also low in carbs to make a grocery and dinner meal plan.

Sleeping or eating? After my surgery, sleeping.

Are you overall a positive person? I try to be realistically positive, if such a thing exists. The world will never be all sunshine and My Little Ponies, but I try to find some comfort and positivity when my world is a shit-show. Filling this survey out kinda helps.

Do you hate hypocrites? Yeah, especially the “do as I say, not as I do” types.

For instance, a certain family member is pushing good diet and health habits, but it aggravates the hell out of me if I see him drinking high sugar iced tea or eating ice cream. Or Door-Dashing Burger King, even if it is a Beyond Whopper with a diet Coke.

Do you like to prank people? Yes, but I do benign pranks like leaving dirty riddles and meme drawings on their front doors.

What was the worst prank you’ve ever done on anyone? I tried fucking with a telesolicitor but I could not stop laughing.

Have you ever jumped on a trampoline in the ice? I don’t own a trampoline.

Have you ever ice skated? No. I tried once after a local minor league hockey game. I got the skates on, but my ankles were bending/bowing out so I changed my mind.

Ever water skiid? No.

Is vacuum spelled funny? Yes.

Democrat or republican? I don’t associate formally with either party, but I hitch my pony a little to the left.

Who’s the biggest asshole you know? My former boss circa 2013. Very unprofessional and a veritable loudmouth and a poor (shit) showman wannabe.

Pen or pencil? Gel-ink pens.

Should all paper have holes? nope

Speaking of holes. Swiss cheese, what’s the point of that? Fewer calories? Spinning slices in my hand like a TV cowboy spinning his revolver in the trigger guard with his finger?

Have you ever been in a helicopter before? No.

Own any airbrushed tshirts? Nope, not even in the nineties.

Have you ever been suspended? No.

Have you ever been in a fist fight? A few playground fights as a kid.

Ever said something to someone that you didn’t mean to say? Yes.

Do you forgive too easily? I don’t think so.

What are you listening to right now? The AC running.

Have you ever seen any of MCR’s music videos? Nope.

Are you tan? No.

Have you ever been in a tanning bed? No. I have no desire to look like a Cheeto or woo skin cancer.

Have you ever played water volley? Once at my uncle’s neighborhood swimming pool.

Ever had a sunburn? Yes, from neglecting sunscreen re-applications or underestimating the sun.

How about wind burn? It hurts….. Nah, I don't live in a cold enough climate for that.

What was the first word you learned how to say? I think it was “mama.”

#random monkey shit #survey #ask #bored #Q and A #long post

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ncvcmbcrflush · 3 years ago

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《 diego boneta. cismale, he/him. spaceship by kesha 》 oh my, there goes OLIVER AREVALOS. the 27 year old HUMAN is currently working at LAB ASSISTANT AT SALEM STATE UNIVERSITY. they’ve been in salem, ma for THREE DAYS. they are known around town as THE ASTROPHILE. i have a feeling they AREN’T aware of what’s going on in town, and they are NEUTRAL. hopefully, because they are known to be INTELLIGENT and DETERMINED while also being STUBBORN and IRRITATING, they will survive. i guess only time will tell.

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Full Name: Oliver Rafael Arevalos

Nickname(s): Call him whatever you want, he’s not listening anyways so no matter what he won’t respond to you.

Date of Birth: March 9th, 1994

Age: 27

Gender + Pronouns: Male, he/him

Place of birth: Mexico City, Mexico

Parents: Oliver comes from a very large, very close, very nauseatingly supportive family! Raised by a single father, he and his siblings have never wanted for anything, even if it took years to save up for something.

Siblings: two older sisters, one older brother.

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Crazy close, they have multiple groupchats and facetime multiple times a week.

Pets: none.

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5′ 9″

Build: stocky little thing, he’s got some muscle mass but generally just like, unintimidating little guy.

Nationality: Oaxacan

Ethnicity: Latine

Distinguishing Facial Features: big big puppy dog eyes, very soft, will convince you to do stupid shit like stay up until 4am to watch a meteor shower. Also, chin dimple.

Hair Color: Brown

Usual Hair Style: no style goes into this, Oliver just lets it fall where it may.

Eye Color: Brown

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks, scars): a few beauty marks here and there, nothing really noticeble though.

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): ADHD

What do they consider their best feature?: His eyes for sure, and he uses them like a weapon, the wee bastard.

Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: Broken leg after falling off of his roof in 8th grade trying to set up his telescope. Stayed on the roof to finish watching a comet pass before telling his mom that he’d broken his leg.

APPEARANCE:

Favorite outfit: loves a good button down and some jeans.

Glasses? Contacts?: glasses, but he doesn’t like to wear them.

Personal Hygiene: another clean boi, gotta be fresh because you never know when you’ll meet your beautiful alien spouse!

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: usually a couple of necklaces, has no piercings.

What does their voice sound like?: like a midrange sort of voice? not deep at all, but no crazy falsetto going on either!

Accent?: Oliver definitely has a pretty obvious accent; a little bit toned down after a couple decades living in the states, but very present still.

Unique mannerisms/physical habits: Finger tapping. they’re always going, no matter what. Don’t even bother trying to point it out or ask him to stop because he legitimately doesn’t even know he’s doing it.

Left handed or right?: left handed

Do they work out/exercise?: Oliver goes on runs pretty regularly, and he’s no stranger to a nice long hike, but he’s not really a gym kind of guy.

BELIEFS & INTELLECT:

Known Languages: Spanish, English, Portuguese, Klingon

Zodiac: Aries

Gifts/talents: Really stupidly mathematically inclined, strggles to write a one page paper concisely, but can fly through equations like it’s kindergarten math.

Religious stance: Practicing Catholic

Pet peeves: Foot tapping, super long books, the english language in general

Optimist or pessimist: optimist

Extrovert or introvert: extrovert

INTIMACY & RELATIONSHPS:

Relationship status: Single

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Ideal mate/qualities they look for in mate: from space, tall.

Ever been in love?: Nope.

What’s their love language?: quality time

Most important person in their life?: his whole family- they count as one person, damn it!

VOCATION:

Level of education: Masters in bioengineering, working on his doctorate

Profession: Lab Assistant at Salem State University

Past occupations: sales associate at Lowes for 3 months, A/C repairman

Passions: Astronomy, sci fi shows and movies, anything and everything aliens

Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Doing something he loves; which lucky for Oliver, happens to pay pretty well!

SECRETS:

Phobias: Magicians, clowns, people with undercuts

Life goals: Meet, woo, and marry an alien. Leave Earth. Have spaceship. Meet Nathan Fillion.

Greatest fears: Losing his ability to enjoy life

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: Probably when he dressed as stitch from Lilo and stitch for halloween for ten consecutive years.

Something they’ve never told anyone: He would genuinely be heartbroken if he ever found definitive proof that aliens don’t exist.

PREFERENCES:

Hobbies: charting the stars, drawing, running a successful conspiracy theory podcast (name tbd.)

Favorite color: Green

Favorite smell: Spearmint

Favorite food: pineapple raspados with chamoy

Favorite book: ew.

Favorite movie: men in black

Favorite song: the scientist by willie nelson

Coffee or tea?: neither, boy runs on stardust and moonlight (and energy drinks)

Favorite type of weather: cold, cloudless days and nights.

Most used word or phrase?: “It’s the aliens.”

#my mind turns your life into folklore;visuals #am i ready for the stars;oliver #salem.intro

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Just Finished RWBY Volume 2...

...and HOLY HECK IT GOT BETTER.

[Warning: Spoilers for Volume 2 and Long Post.]

New antagonists! More huntsman action! More characters and interactions! And the fights, tho. THE FIGHTS!

*Ahem* Okay, clearly I just need to start from the beginning...

Episode 1

We start the new season by being reintroduced to our new antagonists, Emerald Sustrai and Mercury Black. They may be villains, but they're also obviously teens (Mercury radiates prick energy) and they're dynamic is entertaining. Also, RIP Tukson, he seemed like a nice dude...

We then cut back to Team RWBY and JNPR, who are apparently on break at the moment. It's also nice to see Sun again, and we also get to meet Neptune. Anyways, someone throws a pie in Weiss face, and you know what that means...

FOOD FIGHT!!!

Seriously, THESE KIDS ARE CRAZY. Ruby can apparently surf on lunch trays! Weiss used ketchup and a freakin' swordfish like Myrtenaster! Blake used baguettes and a sausage link like Gambol Shroud! Freakin' YANG was punching things with TURKEY! JAUNE... threw a melon, that was cool; nice to see that he's losing the noodleness of his body. NORA RIPPED OUT A PIPE, STUFFED IT TO A MELON, AND CALLED IT MAGNHILD! Note to self: never challenge Pyrrha to a fight near a vending machine (or anytime, really). Ren can kick WATERMELONS, and fight with LEEKS. HOW CAN THEY EVEN DIGEST ALL THAT FOOD!?

RIP Neptune's hair though, I hear grape is hard to wash out...

Then we cut back to the White Fang and Torchwick, who are then met with Mercury, Emerald, and later the great Cinder Fall herself. I'll admit, Mercury's funny but a jerk, and Emerald... I'm pretty sure I was mentally screaming "YOU'RE BEING MANIPULATED" when I saw her and Cinder. First she doesn't give Emerald a hug, then she tells her to not think and just obey? RED FLAGS. RED FLAGS EVERYWHERE.

Oh, speaking of Cinder, while she does radiate boss energy, I'm glad that I don't personally like her. I don't know what it is, but it might be the fact that she's treating everyone else like her pawns (and considering she used a chess piece later in this volume, I wouldn't be surprised). I mean, good villain, but like any good villain, I want her to get roasted, though that might not work given her Semblance.

Also, Roman Torchwick, you beautiful jerk, never change. I love ya, but I also love seeing you get dragged, which is what Emerald did to you at the end of this. Yep, I'm on board for this season!

Also, the new opening. I thought nothing could top "This Will Be The Day." I was wrong. Haven't listened to all of it yet, but "Time To Say Goodbye" SLAPS.

Episode 2

So, several things. There's board games, insert Yu-Gi-Oh reference here... Yang has too much power. Also, if I remember the lingo right, then this is also the episode where the White Rose shippers got crumbs, the White Knight shippers were once again denied, and where the Iceberg shippers were born (while the rest of us were titling our heads in confusion with Jaune). Jaune continues to be a social dork (what's with the blonde boys blowing Blake's secret? Don't think I've forgotten about Sun...). Blake is being consumed with the burden of RESPONSIBILITY. I feel that Blake. Oh, and the ending...

Why do out villains have to be clever enough to infiltrate the actual school!? And Weiss' "We're doomed." I hope that's not secret foreshadowing...

Episode 3

Jaune fails yet again at wooing Weiss (at least Yang comforts him at the end), and the gang begins their espionage. We meet Penny again, Weiss deals with her past, albeit briefly, and Penny... oh boy. She's hiding something, and the hiccups make it obvious. What could it possibly- oh...

Episode 4

Most of us had our suspicions, what with Penny's awkward demeanor and ludicrous super strength, but yep, she's a robot! Aw, get yourself a real one like Ruby. Oh, and Neptune's useless with Yang around. Speaking of, HEY, good to see you again, Junior! So Blake and Sun intercept the White Fang rally and... oh fudge they got giant robots. BAIL! We also get to see Neptune's weapon and Sun's semblance (before they nope off the road and leave the rest of the fighting to RWBY, while they go off and get ramen, the jerks...). Also, nice to see that they have team attack names (I believe some of them double as ship names), and this is where we get to meet the Ice Cream Queen Neopolitan (not to be confused with the now officially dubbed Ice Queen Weiss Schnee. If even the villains are calling you that, then congrats, you have a new title)! Neo then proceeds to give them the slip, and I personally believe that Yang only disliked Weiss' pun because it highlighted her failure.

C'mon Yang, at least she's TRYING!

Episode 5

Pyrrha is a combat queen. 'Nuff said. Suck it, CRDL.

Oh no. Mercury is both a smart aleck AND smart. This will not end well.

Blake, take a break. No, seriously, working yourself to death just because you think you can doesn't mean you should. You will only feel worse. TAKE A BREAK.

Well Jaune, mission failed. You'll get her next time.

Pyrrha Nikos. Sweetie. We're talking about Jaune Arc here. He's not gonna get the hints you're dropping unless that "hint" is a full blown irrefutable confession so obvious that even he can't screw it up. I know you want to help him because you like him (and yes, even like like him), but it's clear Weiss isn't interested, at least not now. Capitalize on that!

And our villain group continues to be dastardly. *Chuckles* We're in danger.

Episode 6

The dance draws near, and it seems that both Blake AND Jaune could use a pep talk!

Poor Blake. It appears your faunus trait makes you more cat-like than just the ears.

Also, poor Ren. He just wants a nice bath, but alas, the power of bromance.

Oof, tough love from Yang. Pretty good flashback, though. Also, Pyrrha, your selfless nature will be your undoing, listen to Nora.

...oh God, if I'm saying "listen to Nora" when the world isn't ending, we might ACTUALLY be in danger.

Aw, the dance looks fun. Poor Jaune, tho. Don't worry, at least Yang, Blake, and Sun are having a good time (and this is the part where I realize I'm becoming a SunnyBee shipper, crap). Poor Ruby, having to wear heels. Don't worry, Ozpin will keep you company.

Oh crap, the villain kids are here! What are you up to!?

Episode 7

This one gets the runner up for my favorite episode. Alternatively, I give it the title "Team Leaders Know What's Up."

Jaune, you may be a dumbass, but you're the rare "Surprisingly Competent Dumbass With A Heart Of Gold," and you get my respect for that. Being socially awkward with Ruby? Comedy gold. Putting things into perspective for Neptune? Props, my dude. Comforting Pyrrha? Friendship goals (even though it should be more than friendship goals, but hey, you put on the dress, I'll give you that). Nice dance moves, by the way, JNPR.

As for Ruby... drinking Jaune's punch? Iconic. Noticing Cinder sneaking away? Nice. Fighting her in heels of all things? You, my dear red reaper, are on another level. A shame that Ironwood couldn't get there faster and that Cinder had to bail, but oh well.

Also: Penny continues to be heckin' adorable. I will never NOT stan.

Episode 8

HEAR YE, HEAR YE, THE NOBLE DOG ZWEI HAS GRACED US WITH HIS ADORABLE PRESENCE. Tremble before his ability to fit in boxes and melt Weiss' heart. Oh, and RWBY gets exposed to Ozpin, but surprise! Even Ozpin doesn't have to play by the rules! Though that could get him in trouble with Ironwood later...

Why does this show keep showing me characters that I want to get to know better in record time!? Team CFVY looks so interesting, and it's nice to see Velvet again! Ooh, I hope we see them more later...

Also, Professor Oobleck, I know we saw a bit of you in Volume 1, and I wish we got to know you better. You seem delightful.

Episode 9

Okay, my previous statement of DOCTOR Oobleck still stands. I love this chaotic fast man.

He's both funny AND deep! His reaction to Zwei? Comedy gold! Him picking apart RWBY's motives and the Grimm? Disturbingly thought provoking, but enjoyable. Also, Ruby, you're great, but you're not entirely a genius, you're just a little bit lucky.

In conclusion: there are a lot of characters to stan in RWBY. Dr. Oobleck is one of them.

Episode 10

We learn about WBY's motivations, now excuse me while I go crying in the club right now.

OH NO, RUBY GOT KIDNAPPED! AND SHE DOESN'T HAVE HER SCYTHE! FRICK, it's a mindset kind of deal! Without her scythe, she thinks she's useless! Oh, and Roman's there too, that's not good.

...that is REALLY not good, Oobleck! Get down there, all of you! Wait, is your thermos... your WEAPON!? HOW THE FU-

(Sidenote, I looked up the name, since most weapons have them and I'm impatient for them getting name dropped. "Antiquity's Roast," eh? Fitting...)

Episode 11

So... this episode.

Poor Ruby. She failed to fight back, she almost ran away but then it turns out Melodic Cudgel is also a GRAPPLING HOOK. Thank god Yang and company finally busted their way in.

...why are Roman and the White Fang going kamikaze with those train car bombs? Oh right, the Grimm. Crap, that ain't good.

Ah, Oobleck. You may have accidentally repeated Ruby's line, but a swig of your thermos/club/flamethrower and then using it to bat Zwei into a cannonball of death redeemed you!

So Neo's back. She's skilled, sassy, has something going on with her eyes... Oh boy, Yang's getting outclassed by a pipsqueak. That's gotta suck.

Does every faunus (baring Blake, Sun, etc.) hate the SDC? Seriously Weiss, what did your father DO!?

Roman, do not get flirty with Blake. Junior tried something similar with Yang way back in the Yellow Trailer, and he got socked in the face. You deserve that kick in the head.

Oh look, Yang's mom is here! Nice, now Neo can't kill her (don't you dare, you little ice cream, I swear...). Oh. OH. That's a big sword. Yeah, ya better run, Neo. You ain't winnin' this fight. Great, now I want to know what Yang's mom's deal is. Figures she just warped away afterwards...

And now the Grimm are above ground. Yeah, seems like a good time for the season finale.

Episode 12

Now THIS is my favorite episode.

Look at that, Jaune's getting good instincts! And it's nice that Team JNPR was able to help RWBY. Also nice that Jaune can actually kill a Grimm now. Good job, man. You earned Pyrrha's smile of approval.

As much as I'm wary of the antagonist trio, I'll admit, they can fight good. Especially Emerald, her guns are sick. Why am I warming up to her so fast? What is this magic!?

...CFVY. CFVY. WHY ARE Y'ALL SO BADASS? Seriously, Yatsuhashi's carying an entire sword and a half. Fox just pulled a Ren and caused a Grimm to explode. Coco... God, Coco- WHY DOES RUBY HAVE SO MANY QUEENS, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!?

"You just destroyed my favorite clothing store. Prepare to die."

I-FREAKING-CONIC!

And she just murders Grimm with a BRIEFCASE. That turns into a GATTLING GUN. BECAUSE OF COURSE IT'S ALSO A GUN. (BTW, Gianduja is a really cool name for it.)

And now I want to know Velvet's weapon! It doesn't look like much now, but apparently it took a semester to build. And we know that Velvet can fight based on what we saw with her and Fox, so how does she ADD to that!?

THAT TRACK IN THE BACKGROUND, TOO! "CAFFEINE~" HELL YEAH!!!

Ooh, Port and Oobleck teamup! Oh no... THE GLYNDA IS MAD PEOPLE. I REPEAT, THE GLYNDA IS MAD! SHE HAS NO PATIENCE FOR YOUR GRIMM BS!!!

Welp, Roman got handled, though I doubt it's for long... Yay, RWBY finally gets a break! Oh boy, trouble brewing between Ozpin and Ironwood, that ain't good.

...bull man's back. Uh, guys, Adam's back! And he's helping the bad guys! THIS IS REALLY NOT GOOD.

...oh, so your name is Raven? And that's what you look like under the mask. There's the resemblance... Oh boy, where have you been all of Yang's life?

...

So all in all, Volume 2 was even better than Volume 1, in my opinion. It's like they took the first volume and amped it up to 11. Longer runtimes, great comedy, great action sequences, great CHARACTERS. It's just a complete trip! 10/10, would ride again. Welp, it's getting late, so I can't immediately start Volume 3. But what Volume 2 gave us is good enough to tide me over.

...I am so glad I started this series. Well, this is goodbye for now. Cheers, internet!

-Mathewton, the RWBY Newbie (22 March 2020)

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