#this is odd yet weirdly intriguing

[joshbruh10x]

Me and some friends played FNAF Coop on Roblox for the funnies and I got my Monty skin on for the lols

Now here are some random yet weirdly stupid and funny screenshots

I couldn't get more lmao, the actual gameplay was 1st person but maybe June has some screenshots?? Idk lmao

[youraverageaemondsimp]

Metanoia ;

Aemond Targaryen x Transmigrated!Strong!Reader

>> Chapter II : The deal.

Summary: Viserys proposes a deal to undo the drift between the families.

WARNINGS: CANON TYPICAL INCEST, SPOILERS FOR S1 AND S2, nothing serious, mildly suggestive (extremely mild to the points it's unnoticeable) + not proof read.

A/N: divider credits to @cafekitsune

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The ride to King's Landing was tough, you were not used to riding a dragon after all. You were surprised when you found out that the dragon you bonded with was Vermithor, he was a free dragon in the original show.

There have already been changes in the plot by your existence, the petition hearing was delayed because of you, will it change anything? It likely will.

Your mind was preoccupied with all these unnecessary details to the point you were unaware that you had already reached the keep, rhaenyra, your mother, had to call you out from your daze to get you off the carriage.

Weren't you just on your dragon a moment ago?

Time passed weirdly for you.

You lifted your skirt slightly before stepping on the carriage steps, reaching out your hand to hold the awaiting guard's hand to step down. The sand and rocks beneath you looked unfamiliar, you were more used to seeing asphalt and concrete.

You fix your skirts, letting go of the guard's hand, before you look up, and the sight shocked you. It was the red keep, in its glory, right in front of you, standing tall and erect. A castle that you merely saw in a show was now real and it was standing right in front of you.

Soft dizziness overcomes your body when you realise this, a sense of feeling trapped begins to bloom in your heart when your mind spirals to compare the world you knew with the world you are in.

Your breathing grows heavy as you try not to break down due the overwhelming feelings, when will you get used to this? Can you truly ever get used to this? You wish to return to your world.

“..sis…..si... sister!” The voice of Lucerys wakes you up from falling into the abyss of your mind, “Yes?” You face him, “Are you okay?” He asks, with a frown on his face and a genuine look of concern. You give him a tight lipped smile, “Yes, I am fine.” You reassure him.

“Let's go inside then, mother and father have already left.” Jacaerys grabs your hand and drags you inside. You stumble behind him, trying to catch up with the fast paced walking.

He lets go of your hand once all of you are inside, and your body suddenly moves according to its own will, taking you forward. You were unfamiliar with the inside of the red keep, yet it seems that your body knew the way, and soon you found yourself in a strange hallway, where at the end, laid two big doors.

Your body continued forward, the hallway seemed strangely deserted because everyone was focused on preparing for the petition, and the guards that were likely guarding this room might've gone to watch over important areas.

Wait, how do you know this?

You could only watch as your hands pushed the door open, revealing shelves upon shelves of books, every literature piece in the westeros could be found here, perhaps this was the keep's library.

You look behind to see if anyone has followed you, yet nobody did, why did your body bring you here? You finally seem like you are in control of your body again, so you move around the library, looking through the shelves.

“Niece.”

The voice sends chills down your spine, and you immediately turn around to the direction where it came from.

There he was.

Aemond Targaryen.

He was sitting, looming over the books on the table, but he was now facing you with an expression of intrigue, he eyed you curiously.

“Have you come to read?” He asks and you suddenly get an odd sense of deja vu.

Character encounter has changed.

Your mouth went dry trying to come up with a response, it seemed as if there was a big lump in your throat which you couldn't swallow. There was an odd sense of anxiety that did not belong to your consciousness on your body, his presence intimated you.

“Hmm?” He tilts his head in a questioning manner, waiting for your answer.

“I- uh.” You stumble your words, hands curling up into fists as you try to stop them from shaking so much.

Aemond gets up from his seat, his feet taking a few steps forward to you. He stood in front of you, his eye roaming your form, taking in every bit of your details. “It has been a while since we saw each other.” He speaks once again, and you close your eyes wondering why your body is behaving this way around him.

You take heavy breaths before forcefully putting on a small smile on your face, you look at him once again, “Yes it has been, uncle.” You spit out the words in a hurry.

He raises his eyebrow slightly before returning a small yet condescending smile back. You lick your lips, wetting them. Aemond eyes the action intently, his lips parting slightly before he too mimics the action of licking his lips.

You clear your throat.

“I have to go, bye.” You give him a small bow, and before he could respond you turn around and bolt in the other direction, leaving the library immediately.

Your hurried footsteps echoed among the hall, and once again your body took charge from there and took you up the stairs, making you halt in front of a room. The guard gave you a bow before he opened the door and you wasted no time entering.

You gasped at the interior design.

And as expected, you weren't familiar with this place at all yet you didn't feel out of place or foreign, this room provided you comfort more than anything. It had a bed, and oddly, all the furniture and everything were in the shades of your favourite colours, excluding the wooden furniture.

It must've been this body's room in the keep.

But isn't the body yours?

Yet at the same time, it didn't feel like yours.

Even earlier, you knew where to go, though you've never been in this place before.

What is going on?

You felt internally conflicted, your head began to spin rapidly, your heartbeat pounded in your ears, your skin felt all prickly and you felt your knees buckle and soon your body was thrown off balance.

You fell to the floor with a loud thud, you attempted to grab the table nearby to prevent you from hitting the floor; only for the table to fall along with you, hitting the floor with a shattering pierce, spilling all of the contents onto the floor next to you.

“Princess! Are you alri—” The last thing you heard was the guard's voice before you drifted into unconsciousness.

Muffled voices of concern could be heard, they sounded so distant yet so nearby, you furrowed your brows, annoyed at the fact that you were being woken up from your slumber, you didn't want to wake up, you wanted to sleep a bit more.

But the noises got louder and you got frustrated and opened your eyes, sitting up straight.

You deep down hoped that you would wake up on your sofa again— only for it all to come crashing down when you heard Rhaenyra's troubled call.

“Y/N! Oh seven hells! You scared us.” She rushed to your side and you looked at her confused, you looked at your surroundings, noticing a maester and your siblings spread across the room.

Oh right, you fainted.

“It seems that it was nothing serious, your grace, she must've fainted. Her body showed signs of insomnia, she must not have been able to fall asleep these few days.” The maester speaks up, and Rhaenyra just nods at him. She grabs you and hugs you tightly, “Oh my sweet daughter.” She kissed your hair, her hands were shaking, she must've been really anxious.

Your head was on her chest, you could hear her heart beating loudly and frantically, and for an odd reason you felt a sense of comfort in that, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, wanting to feel comforted.

She must've been really scared.

“I- I am alright.” You speak, voice hoarse and scratchy as you just woke up, and she caresses your hair, “I'm glad you are.” She replies and you bite your lip, trying to hold back tears.

Your feelings brew up a storm everytime, you do not know whether you can truly accept this life now because you don't belong here, but that doesn't mean you can distance yourself from the characters as well, because as you just witnessed, your existence is very real to them.

You are Rhaenyra's daughter.

Didn't you wish she had one to fix the plot?

You might be the key to prevent a lot of loss if you play your part right.

“Princess, The petition is about to begin soon.” A guard announces, “Already? But my daughter is sick.” She asks, letting go of you, you stare at her. “The hearing was already delayed further, they do not want to waste anymore time.” He replies and Rhaenyra sighs loudly. “Very well, we shall head over in a bit.” She informs him and he doesn't leave, “Is there anything else?” She asks and he bites his lip, “The queen has also commanded that princess Y/N also be present in the throne room for the hearing.” He answers shakily.

“What?! My sister is sick—”

“Jace.”

Jace tries butting in but Rhaenyra stops him, “Oh don't worry, tell her I'll be there.” You reply with a smile, not being able to read the room as you were excited over the idea of witnessing the iconic Vaemond scene live.

“What do you mean—? You're not well—” Your mother tries arguing with you but you stand up immediately, “I'm fine, I just didn't get any sleep.” You rub your eyes and fix your hair, ready to leave.

Rhaenyra lets out a heavy sigh.

The sound of a mother's disappointed sigh.

The hearing was pretty boring, realising you're in a moment of unnecessary dialogue and argument, the fun part of Vaemond bluntly calling your siblings bastards hasn't arrived yet.

So you zone out.

Aemond couldn't stop looking at you, in fact, he stared at you throughout the entire session, not looking away once, Alicent noticed this and immediately became uncomfortable and fidgety.

He tried not to show it, but he was feeling excited deep down, his gut churned with giddiness, you looked so frail and out of place, he noticed your lack of attention to the hearing which made him smile slightly.

He heard you had fainted right before the trial, and expected you to take rest but you were standing in front of everyone as if nothing happened.

You were still stubborn.

‘So how do people poop here?’

‘Are they all naturally hairless on their bodies?’

You look at your arms, concluding they are.

Those stupid questions circle your mind, your thoughts keeping you entertained.

You jumped when you heard the doors open as the entry of the king was announced, your heart pounded in your chest as you witnessed the king enter.

You were a bit bummed that there was no background music.

You witnessed the original script of the scene take place with Viserys reaffirming Jace's claim to the driftwood was settled.

Wait what.

Jace's claim? Wasn't this Luke's plot?

What the fuck is going on?

This could only mean one thing.

You were the next heir to the throne.

After Rhaenyra, your mother, being the eldest daughter and the oldest child of hers. ‘What the genuine fuck.’ You think, realising how much of a big deal your existence is.

You couldn't really focus much on the next conflict since you already knew what would happen, so you excitedly waited for the iconic scene to occur and it did.

It left you traumatised.

You forgot that this was your reality, it was only reconfirmed when you felt Vaemond's blood spurt out onto the floor.

Viserys falls down on his chair tiredly.

“One… more thing.” He wheezes, Alicent rushes over to grab him but he protests. “My second son Aemond… and my granddaughter shall be wed by the next moon.” He announces randomly and your eyes widen.

What.

You can tell it was unexpected and unplanned by the way both of the families reacted, Alicent and Rhaenyra immediately wanting to protest.

“Father—”

“Husband—”

“It is not a request, it is a command, a King's command, protest against it and you will pay the consequences.” He breathes heavily before he stumbles forward, the guards immediately rush over to him and take him out of the room.

Everyone is left silent.

You turned to look at Aemond, and his face held no expression, not even surprise, so you immediately looked away.

“It is a "King's command," he said! How foolish.” Daemon mutters, frustrated under his breath, “Your father is willing to sacrifice your daughter for the sake of undoing the rift amongst the families.” He grits his teeth.

“We cannot disobey the word, for it would be disobeying the law.” Rhaenyra sighs, trying to calm daemon down.

“I don't mind.” You chime in and they all turn to look at you.

You were currently back in your chambers, with your family members pacing back and forth, Daemon sitting down on the table frustrated at his brother's decision whilst you stood nearby the door.

“It would be beneficial.” You shrug, hoping to convince them that it will be alright, perhaps this is a major sign that's confirming that you'd be the one fixing the plot.

They ignore you and whisper amongst themselves, making your jaw drop in offence. You realise that your attempt of assurance only made it worse so you turn around and leave the room, nobody questions you or bothers to stop you as you leave the room as they were occupied with the matter at hand.

So you decide to trudge through the corridors, making your way to the gardens, wanting some fresh air.

Of course, to your luck, you ran straight into Aemond at a turning corner. He grabbed your arm so you don't fall, balancing both of you. He immediately lets go, clearing his throat.

“I was looking for you, niece.” He breaks the silence, to your surprise, your body isn't behaving weirdly around him anymore, which means you get to be in full control, so you smile at him before you grab his hand. “Let's go for a walk, Aemond.” You tug at him.

He feels nostalgic when he sees your form dragging him, it reminds him of the time when you both were young, you always used to drag him around with you, asking him to spend time with you.

He grabs your forearm and pulls you into a secluded hallway, taking control before he pushes you up against the wall. You let out a surprised squeal when you feel the cold wall hit your back.

He trapped you in his arms.

He hand travelled up towards your face caressing your cheek, your eyes widened.

No way.

Are you two about to kiss?

Did you both have a thing in the past?

Your mind spiralled with these questions.

Aemond presses his thumb against your cheek bone, increasing the pressure slowly.

Is this a type of foreplay he enjoys or what?

He distances himself from you and immediately leaves, stranding you confused.

You rub the spot he pressed harshly against and felt a cut that was leaking blood. What the fuck did he does this for?

You wanted to curse him, what if his nails were dirty and you got an infection? There isn't even proper treatment for infections in this era, you'd die.

You shrugged it off and left the hallway as well.

Aemond hurried back to his chamber, his heart drumming against his rib cage violently as hot lava courses through his veins, his fists were curled up as he was reminded of something very bitter.

How could he ever forget?

Was he so happy that you'd woken up to the point he had forgotten everything?

He hates you.

He despises you.

Of course anyone would.

After all, you were the one that took his eye on that eventful night.

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[slcmml]

teacher! schlatt & reader. fluff.

★ it starts with curiosity. schlatt isn’t the type to seek out friendships with coworkers, but something about you intrigues him. you’re quiet but not standoffish, reserved but not boring. he catches himself lingering outside your classroom, peeking in to see what weird art project your students are working on. he’ll lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, and drawl, “whatcha teachin’ ‘em today? finger painting?” just to see you get all shy.

★ he teases you constantly. he lives for your flustered little reactions, smirking when you avoid eye contact or mumble a response. but it’s never mean—just his way of pulling you out of your shell. “y’know, i never hear you raise your voice. what do you do when a kid misbehaves? stare ‘em down ‘til they repent?” you roll your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitch upward, and that’s how he knows he’s won.

★ he’s a bit of a mystery to you? schlatt is loud. and cocky. and a nuisance. but you notice things others don’t—how he never lingers at staff parties, how he prefers one on one conversations over big group settings, how he sometimes looks genuinely relieved when he steps into your quiet classroom after a long day.

★ the staff definitely has a bet going on. teachers love gossip, and your odd relationship is prime material. “they have to be dating.” “no way, they’re just ‘really close coworkers’.” meanwhile, you and schlatt are completely oblivious to the speculation, too caught up in your own little world of being fucking idiots.

★ he lowkey tries to impress you. if you ever mention finding a topic interesting, suddenly that becomes the focus of his next class. “yeah, so today’s lesson is about bioluminescence. which is pretty cool, i guess. not that anyone asked, but y’know, some people might find it interesting.” literally only does this for class so he can tell you about it later.

★ you start to pick up on his social battery? i mean, despite how extroverted he acts, you notice he sometimes disappears during lunch breaks or avoids crowded teacher’s meetings. at first, you assume he just doesn’t care, but one day, you find him sitting alone in his empty classroom, quietly grading papers. you hesitate before stepping in, holding up a coffee. “thought you might want a break.” he looks at you, then at the coffee, then back at you, before exhaling. “you’re somethin’ else, darlin’.”

★ he’s weirdly protective of you. if another teacher tries to talk over you in a staff meeting? he immediately cuts in, backing you up without hesitation. if a student’s giving you a hard time? suddenly schlatt’s popping his head into your room like, “need me to send someone out? jus’ say the word.”

★ neither of you realize you’re basically dating? you spend so much time together, fall into so many easy conversations, and yet, neither of you quite acknowledge what’s happening.

★ schlatt probably teases you about how “art can’t be that hard” almost all the time.

★ at some point you finally call his bluff and tell him to sit down and prove it. he tries to act all nonchalant, but he’s secretly a little nervous because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you.

★ he’s stiff at first. when you hand him a brush, he just kind of stares at it like he’s holding a foreign object. “alright, what am i s’posed to do? jus’... start wavin’ this thing around?”

★ he’s used to precise measurements and structured formulas, so the whole “just go with the flow” thing throws him off.

★ his grip on the brush is terrible, so without thinking, you reach over and adjust his fingers. the second your hands touch, he freezes. you don’t even notice, too focused on correcting his technique, but schlatt is sitting there, completely distracted by the fact that you’re this close to him.

★ he keeps sneaking glances at you. while you’re explaining different brushstrokes, he’s barely listening—just watching the way your face lights up when you talk about art. at one point, you lean in to demonstrate something, and he swears his brain short-circuits for a second.

★ he’s terrible at painting, but you don’t have the heart to tell him. his first attempt looks like absolute garbage—uneven strokes, weird colors, a total mess. but when he turns to you all smug like, “pretty good, huh?” you just smile softly and say, “it’s… unique.” (he knows that means it’s bad.)

★ he actually listens when you correct him. for all his teasing, schlatt really does take your advice seriously. when you gently tell him to loosen up his strokes or blend the colors more naturally, he follows your instructions without argument. he won’t admit it, but hearing you talk so passionately about something makes him want to try—even if it’s just to impress you a little.

★ you wipe paint off his face without thinking. at some point, he manages to get a streak of paint on his cheek. without thinking, you reach up and swipe it off with your thumb. you don’t even realize what you’ve done until you notice he’s completely silent. when you finally look at him, his ears are bright red. “uh—” he clears his throat. “thanks.”

★ he insists you keep his first painting. he knows it’s bad, you know it’s bad, but he shoves it into your hands anyway. “frame it. tell people it’s modern art or somethin’.” you laugh, but later that night, you do end up keeping it. it’s terrible, but it’s his, and for some reason, that makes it special.

★ the whole thing just feels a lot more intimate than either of you expected. it’s just painting, but there’s something about the quiet closeness, the shared laughter, and the little moments of eye contact that make your heart race. neither of you say anything about it, but after that day, something between you shifts—like maybe, just maybe, this whole thing was never really about painting at all.

★ ANYWAY YOU BOTH ARE FUCKING LOSERS BECAUSE LIKE CHARLIE YOU BOTH ARE TOO PUSSY TO TELL EACH OTHER YOU WANNA SWAP SPIT JUST FUCK ALREADY I DON’T FUCKING KNOW

© slcmml

[qyuubu]

homicipher human au hcs part 2 (the other humans that live in town):

mr. machete

he’s a skater boy, see ya later boy. he navigates the streets pretty fast because he’s always on his board.

his machete takes the form of an electric guitar. he’s the personification of what boomers believe the ‘disturbed youth’ looks like.

he’s perpetually shirtless, if you don’t count the countless bandages and bandaids on his body as clothing. he gets nicked often. if not because of fights, because of skating.

he also wears a backwards baseball cap and tinted shades to look cool. if he’s not feeling it, he’ll wear a bandana to keep the hair out of his eyes. weirdly enough, the bandana also covers his eyes a bit. but even if you do get close enough to see his eyes, you get whopped by his guitar so quick that whatever you remember from his face just comes up as a blur.

all anyone remembers is his wicked smile. he always smiles. it’s a little disturbing, to be honest.

he’s a goddamn rebel. always making a mess of things and is just itching for an entertaining fight.

he’s notorious around town for ending up in gruesome squabbles, which he wins.

he hasn’t lost yet, not because he’s infallible, but bc he doesn’t fight if he knows he’ll lose. some people call it cowardly but if you live his lifestyle, it’s more about self preservation.

doesn’t care about the rumors surrounding the abandoned apartments and the monsters in it, but whatever is in there, he hopes is a good fighter.

he won’t go in. he minds his own business like that. but when the mc so happens to stumble into his territory at the skate park, all bets are off.

he’s throwing hands.

mr. hood

he’s the town’s community safety volunteer.

though, he opted to take the most difficult shift, which is night shifts. he’s especially active during the rain. he believes he isn’t really needed when the sun is out and the weather is well. but he’s eager to help when times are tough.

he’s always sporting a big hoodie that’s all brown and dirtied up for fetching cats in trees and finding lost items in the rainy night.

he also wears a face mask for safety, and googles to protect his eyes from the rain. no one knows what his face looks like. his entire body is armed with black protective gear so he can perform tasks safely, especially in dangerous weather.

when he sees a frantic girl wearing a white rain coat, clutching onto her clear umbrella and running in the slippery streets during a heavy rain, he insists on helping her out.

once he sees she is safe, he will promptly take his leave.

he has no idea who she is and why she was running, but what matters is that she’s safe. he will keep an eye on her though, just in case she needs his help during a rainy storm once more.

mr. gap

he’s a runaway. he lives in abandoned buildings is known around town as the unconventional beggar.

he asks for anything you have on hand: food, clothes, even your trash so he can sell it. people are initially scared of him, but he never takes anything without consent.

he may not be a thief but he is sort of a creep… while he doesn’t have a lot of ill intentions, he’s always just… staring.

if you catch his reflection, best believe his eyes will be staring right back at yours.

if you pass by his abandoned building, he’s probably looking at you through the sunken-in hole in the wall.

he’s helpful sometimes too! as long as you give him something in return. he does fulfill his promises. if you think about it, he’s kinda like an odd jobs establishment.

for entertainment, he looks through garbage and takes back the things he likes. maybe an old magazine or a broken trinket.

one day, he picks up a discarded paranormal magazine and reads up about the white coat wearing monster that murders all sorts of people in town.

he’s pretty intrigued! a few days later, he meets her as she walks by his abandoned building to get to hers.

he asks for the bloody hand she’s carrying in her plastic bag, in exchange for the information he found about her in that magazine.

part 1:

other homicipher human hcs:

[honeyynymphh]

Wip Wednesday

tagged by @sucharide years ago

this is from a new story (one of many) that is very nearly finished. having so much trouble finishing things lately so I’m hoping by posting this into the void I shall be motivated to complete it!

it’s just the beginning so there are no real warnings but it is a little nsfw

Cardinal Copia x FemReader

summary: you’re an abbey maid that has the unfortunate pleasure of having to clean the most infuriating cardinal’s office and personal chambers.

You stare at the books in front of you and sigh, the wooden ladder you stand on groaning a little with the movement. Fuck, how you hated having to clean this damn shelf—well, shelf didn’t really cover it, it was an entire wall full of books and a few odd curiosities. Honestly, cleaning this entire office was exhausting. It took up most of your day, and then you had to move on to the inhabitants’ personal chambers. No wonder nobody else wanted to do it.

All those months ago when Sister Imperator had given out the timetables you’d been ecstatic to see you had fewer rooms to clean than the previous roster. The other maids had given you pitying looks but nobody had offered to swap with you, which you had dismissed as odd. How bad could one person be? You understood why now. It was because this room had to be cleaned thoroughly or you ended up back here, dusting and wiping while the owner of the room sneered out unhelpful and downright rude commentary on your methods.

But you were not going to be cowed by that uptight ass. You didn’t care if Cardinal Copia was nearly as high up as Sister Imperator or the Papas. If the man wanted his study and chambers to be cleaned, he would, at the very least, give you some respect. You were the only one who didn’t find him weirdly offputting—though he very much was that—but cleaning his office and chambers was much more pleasant than having to clean up the Great Hall after one of their decadent feasts or having to clean the rooms of the Papas. You never knew what would be in store for you whenever you entered a space that Papa Terzo had just vacated. And once you were done, it meant you had more free time. It was worth it, especially now that you’d grown used to the Cardinal and his acerbic tongue.

Cardinal Copia was exacting and his manners were non-existent but at least he was predictable. And he rarely made any mess—he certainly didn’t leave cream splattered on the ceiling. At least, you think it had been cream…Papa Terzo had mentioned something about cream pies.

Your eyes focus back on the books in front of you, most are all leather bound and organised neatly. Some have titles in golden lettering along the spines but so few of them are in English. You are nearly finished tidying them back up after having dusted and your eyes scan over them. The Cardinal had such a strange collection of books, and while many you could never read, some had intriguing diagrams and little illustrations in them. As someone not part of the church, just a maid, it was fascinating perusing through the strange old texts. You were sure the one you had leafed through last week had been about summoning actual demons.

One book catches your eye, it’s bound in deep red leather and the spine is decorated in gold embellishments. Your fingers run along the bumps and dips of the spine before you slip it out from the shelf and flip it open at random, your hip pressing against the top of the ladder as you balance yourself. Your eyes widen as you take in the illustration before you. It is…obscene! A woman on her knees in prayer, yet she is naked and bound. And her open mouth is not waiting for the communion wafer but for the cock of the priest standing before her, the rest of the congregation looking on without a care.

You flip to another page. This time, a woman stands upon a small plinth—a rope hangs from the ceiling and suspends her tied hands high above her head. A man stands next to her, ready to strike her bare ass with a wicked-looking birch rod. But there is also another man, on his knees before the other, his mouth clearly wrapped around the other’s cock—his own hard and leaking.

“Intrigued, Signorina?”

[zedxspacess]

My controversial wrestling take tonight is I liked Ospreay v MJF for what it was. Y'all say yall are sickos until its an actual weird/fucked up match up, and for me, I was always morbidly curious at what the hell kind of match their styles clash would create.

This got really long, but tldr; good match that could've used trimming and editing to get the point across.

I'm weirdly invested in a career long rivalry between MJF and Ospreay. I have a VISION, there's so much juicy character/story meat there that I don't think ppl realize (even TK, Ospreay, and Max) but I See It and go in detail in the read more, but that tldr is:

There were def points where the match dragged on, but I didn't notice until like 30-40mins in. Sure, they played to the crowd a bit much and lots of stalling with them rolling on the floor. Both of these guys' previous long matches were aided by the veterans they shared the ring with. So I'd say for a match they called on their own, they did pretty good all things considered--these guys are 28 and 31 years old respectively, like come on. Commentary said it was hot and humid as hell in that arena, so the fact they went that hard for so long is respectable. I also thought they wanted to challenge the idea of "Ospreay can't sell" by making it such a focal point, but imo they over corrected it at times to where it felt less believable the longer he sold the shoulder. If the match was shorter, I think they would've been able to hide it better or Ospreay could've remembered also selling the knee, but it is what it is to make it believable MJF could beat someone as athletic and powerful as Ospreay.

I think the beginning, parts of the middle, and ending wrestling moments were where a lot of the real meat of the story was that got buried in the downsides/all the stalling. I've seen some ppl say the match felt half MJFism, half Ospreayism, and finally a weird mix of both, and I think that's what they were going for: purposefully highlighting their staunch differences, the strengths and weaknesses of their respective styles, then forcing their opponent to dip into the others' style to meet in the middle. It's not just a clash of styles, but and ideological clash of what wrestling can be. Ospreay doing his athletic performance, but MJF being really pragmatic and countering in simple, creative ways. Max then gets too caught up in character, gets cocky, and lets his guard down where Ospreay's skill and power bulldozes him. So it forces Max to wrestle seriously and meet Ospreay on the mat and in athletics, while also forcing Ospreay to understand the way Max wrestles behind the theatrics, psychologically.

Also for Ospreay, its his ongoing story of "am I willing to bring out my darker instincts to win the match?" if MJF is willing to play so blatantly dirty. It's the conundrum with the Tiger Driver, but also with his matches with Kenny Omega and the Dog Pound Steel Cage match where he was pushed to an emotional limit where we saw a viciousness never seen before. I don't think they quite achieved this with Ospreay in AEW yet (minus the Kenny match), but Max as the top heel definitely has the potential to really get Ospreay down to his level in the future.

I overall liked all the highspots, MJF showing he could keep up with Ospreay's athleticism, Max's heelisms are missed, call backs to Cody/AJ Styles, the Ospreay/Ibushi landing on your feet spot. God, and Cole/Ricochet. Which btw, holy shit the connection between MJF-Ospreay tracing back to Max's friend and Ospreay's friend/mentor's legendary match; if we want to get real crazy, tag match between MJF-Cole vs Ospreay-Ricochet could be something.

Idk, I'm embarrassed to say it, but. I'm just personally super intrigued by the concept of Ospreay and MJF clashing--potentially for the rest of their careers--because of what they represent feels so diametrically opposed, they have to be at odds. But the irony in all of it is, at their cores, they are very similar.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: MJF is a pure acting, soliloquy-giving theater kid; Ospreay is the dance/choreography theater kid--which is a shoot, they legit have done those things irl, but it's also their characters. They care so much about story and emotion and performance. They go 100% in their preferred way of doing it and face heat because they do "too much" in their respective ends of the spectrum. As a result, they are so prideful and defensive about their favorite method. Max as a babyface was so extroverted, super loyal friend, outgoing neurodivergent kid and Ospreay's current character as a genuine, kinda dumb but passionate, golden retriever neurodivergent kid have similar energies. Both have the tendency to speak before thinking too. When you look at their heel characters, Max goes out of his way to embody all the spoiled rich kids of Long Island, while Ospreay tried to embody half chav-half spoiled rich kid culture in England. They're similar kids at hearts, it's just one of them had a diet of 90s Best of the Super Jrs+DragonGate, and the other had a diet of NWA territory+Attitude Era, and thus were sent on different paths.

The other main differences are Ospreay always had the United Empire with him who truly trusted him as brothers. When he left Japan, all the fans showered him in love, and arriving in AEW, fans continued that praise and acceptance. While Max never trusted anyone, even when surrounding himself with people. And the moment he did trust and tasted acceptance by fans, it bit him in the ass, got rejected by the fans, and it all only reassured his worst insecurities. Max is doing a lot of projection onto Ospreay for being accepted so easily, for taking his spot as top dog, for what he represents as his ideological opposite, for having it so easy. But Ospreay wears his heart on his sleeve because it wasn't easy for him, just watch the promo he did against Omega before Wrestle Kingdom. That fighting spirit has tempered him where he can handle the blows, he has the support system with him. He lacks the fear that makes MJF take on such an abrasive persona as a defense mechanism. Ospreay's genuine person, charm, outgoing energy is all what MJF could be or secretly wants to be--as seen on his face run--but was rejected. And he cannot stand it.

Personally, I think they should kiss fight forever about all of this.

[dukeofdelirium]

it's hilarious of prissy pants pretends that the presley name is such a prestigious name but at the same time uses mjs name. they know dam well without mj there is no story. People are much more intrigued by mj than elvis. deep down she knows and she just gonna add the "mj loved elvis. mj was obsessed with elvis." bs to make it seem like that she is the one giving mj relevance by using his name.

weirdly I don't remember the jacksons using lisa 's or elvis name that much. weird isn't it?

yeah it’s weird bestie I wonder why that is that the Jackson’s don’t even acknowledge the Presley family yet Priscilla can’t seem to keep their names outta her mouth it’s so odd hmmm could there be an underlying reason?

[magicalgirlmel]

Anime finished this year 6: The Fire Hunter

6/10

Transcript under the cut

So, the ending of this one surprised me, as in, I wasn't expecting it to end when it did at only ten episodes. Mostly because I didn't know what the episode count was meant to be, but also because it felt like the series was really starting to build towards what was going to be some level of a final act. However, it just cuts off right there, in the middle of what feels like some pretty big raising of the stakes and something of a turning point. As such, I'm not fully sure how to feel just yet. I'm glad that the show is getting a second season, but I also wish that the ending of this season wasn't quite so abrupt.

For me, a lot of the characters here fall a little flat aside from a small handful of standouts, but the world is really meant to be the star of the show here, so I'm not entirely surprised that I ended up feeling that way. However, at the same time, I do wish that I didn't. I would have liked to be a little more connected to them, but some of them can feel kind of flat at times, which does make it a little more difficult. 

Still, the world of the show is interesting and it's always something of a slap to the face to remember that this takes place in a post-apocalypse during a second industrial revolution instead of during just, ya know, a first industrial revolution. It's not that that's a bad thing, but it's something that can feel like a background element until it's really really not. However, the differing factions and the intrigue of the plot were more than enough to carry me through here and I loved the lived in feeling that the city had once we reached it, even if the streets can look empty at times so the crowded feel I think it was going for is a little lacking. I don't believe the novels have official translations at the moment, but I do hope that they get one in the near future since I would love to give them a read.

The downside is there was always this feeling that I had that this series had somewhat bitten off more than it could chew. It's definitely ambitious, but I think that ambition was somewhat of a downfall for the series as well. The art style of the series is fantastic and I really did love the way it had a more grounded feel to it than I think some other productions might have gone for. I may not have agreed with every design choice that was made here, but you also can't say that it wasn't making some strong choices.

The problem is that the animation of that art style could be pretty lacking at times. Because of the look they went for, any CGI elements stood out like a sore thumb, shots of the manor and anytime Kun made use of stag beetles easily come to mind. There's also this usage of cut in shots that don't come up very often and can feel like a reason to not have to animate a full body and just part of one instead. I think the still art pieces that are used at some times are very well done and the colorwork on them is fantastically beautiful, but they also felt somewhat weirdly placed at times and their usage was odd, as some episodes could have quite a few and others none at all. 

It leads to this feeling of inconsistency, like these things were used as something of a band aid patch. That inconsistency is what really keeps them from feeling like a real stylistic choice. That's not even getting into the way that there would sometimes be very obvious animation errors, such as the time that a tree vanished, leaving the man who had been pinned to it very obviously floating in the air.

And for a series that there was a decent amount of moments that were meant to be action, quite a few of those action beats could feel incredibly stiff and stilted. Watching the OP, there are some gorgeous cuts of action animation there that the show was never able to live up to, which was incredibly disappointing to see.

I will be watching the second season that was announced the same day as the finale, to be clear, but I hope that the success that the series has seen can allow them to make change to the production that will allow the next season to feel like it is more consistently put together rather than the roughness that is present in the currently existing one. I think tightening up those animation problems could really make it easier to recommend.

[questionableresponses]

So, I (mostly) watched the recently found lost American dub of Legend of Prince Rama renamed to Prince of Light (which you can watch here). What intrigued me was Bryan Cranston, aka Walter fucking White playing Rama and James Earl Jones (Mufasa and Darth Vader) was the narrator. When I check the Lost Media Wiki for info I found that they cut the movie from 2 hours 11 minutes to about 1 hour 26 minutes (LMW states its about 39 minutes of cut stuff) and boy it was baaaaaad. Also, some scenes were swapped around wtf??. It felt like just watching an animated Adipurush really, the Americans fucked it up. Full rant/review under the cut to save your screen (image descs contain commentary). Lots of swearing be warned because I have emotions about this.

Part 1: The story stuff and emotional stuff

Alright first off, the intro got changed. It's no longer the cool ancient carving style and instead has clips from the movie with a weird ass border. Which is like fucking stupid you're spoiling moments and like it makes it feel low budget. Also, the scene of Maricha and gang fighting Rama and Lakshman was not included in the movie. The intro fails to tell about Ayodhya, Lanka, Dasharatha, just the fucking set up of the story (a lot of Hindu elements were cut out too :( damn you American Christians).

Vishvamitra and the brahmins getting attacked is the same and dandy with Vishvamita's prayer being a lot more Christian inspired (saying lord of the heavens above or something). Title screen got changed.

Ok now here is where it gets weird. They skip the showcasing of Ayodhya, showcasing of Rama and Lakshman, literally the entire Tataka fight is fucking gone, a key defining moment of Rama, it's his first fight and well kind of establishes him as the protector of Dharma! Infact, the first scene to introduce Rama was Sita's swayamvar. It makes so sense. 1. it does not establish Rama's character, he does not speak even a word (for whole 7 minutes too) 2. why would the audience care about this? It tells us nothing about our main heroes

Rama receiving the divine weapons comes immediately after because "he is of age now" (literally what). It feels out of place and serves no purpose with the cuts made.

Kaikeyi's whole thing was cut and glossed over and framed weirdly (with the close up of Manthara which makes it look like she is her). They frame her as being jealous instead of Manthara poisoning her. Then the narrator states that Dasharatha had to choose between love for his son and love for his wife and he chose his wife when that's not what happened?? Everyone who knows Ramayana knows Dasharatha was bound by his dharma and was forced to, dying from heartbreak because of it (and the curse but not relevant rn). Also Dasharatha never dies which is weird. And uhhhh why is the "Rama, why don't you blame me? Why don't you have a grudge against me?" line kept when he clearly chose his wife over him in this version?? The emotional dialogues of Dasharatha wishing for Rama to return, interactions between Rama, Kaushalya, and Kaikeyi were cut. This is just part 1 of the emotion sucking mother fuckers. Bharat meeting Rama and disowning Kaikeyi was cut :/

THEY CUT THE FUCKING PANCHAVATI SONG IT'S A BEAUTIFUL SONG WHY

They keep adding shitty ass fucking songs and new soundtrack. Maricha's dramatic screaming is certainly an uptake from his weird moaning as he died. Weirdly cut Sita having to convince Lakshman to go after Rama after hearing "his" cry for help (he just up and leaves after Sita says he needs help. After making the rekha ofc). Also, nitpicky but, Lakshman doesn't call Sita 'sister'. It just feels odd,,, he respects her a lot yet calls her by her name??? I dunno man (Bhabhi is the best word but English sucks ok sister is the best we got).

Why the fuck is Rama threatening to pick Ravan's teeth out with his bones, Sri Ramachandra would not say that 😭Anyway Jatayu's death was delivered in a goofy way.

Why is Kabandha making puns, no he was not cursed by Ravan, Kabandha never told Rama that in exchange of freeing him from his curse he would answer one question. No Kabandha was not a threat to the vanars and their food??? That's so weird??? No mention of Vali, no Rama and Sugriva swearing friendship, Rama being emotional over Sita's ornaments was trimmed down (it was a touching scene). They also cut the swearing friendship scene WHICH WAS A GOOD SCENE. Weird ass vanars trying to find Sita montage (it sucked the music was fucking ass). WHY DID THEY MAKE JAMBHAVANT THE PERSON TO CURSE HANUMAN/LOCK HIS POWERS AWAY?????

RAM DOOT HANUMAN WAS CUT WHY ARE THEY CUTTING BANGERS

One line that I thought was funny "hope they know how to set bones in Lanka because they're about to have an epidemic"

Kumbha: breaths fire American!Hanuman: oh looks like someone's been eating spicy food again! Why....

The entire Lanka Dahan was painful. "the party's just starting to heat up!" 😭😭😭

Rama did not pray for 11 days and oh they transsed Varuna's gender, interesting.

THEY FUCKED UP SETU BANDHAM WHICH IS MY FAVOURITE SONG

THEY FUCKED UP THE FIGHT MONTAGE SONG WITH THE RAKSHASAS AND VANARS THAT SHIT WAS HYPEEEEEE WHY DID YOU TRIM IT

Fucking cutting all the important dialogue. They trimmed down on the Good Ksatriya vs Good human speech. Literally one of the best scenes and they fucked it up.

WHY THE FUCK DID THEY REMOVE THE NEEL VS PRAHASTHA FIGHT IT'S LIKE ONE OF THE BEST ONES LIKE COME ON

The Sugriv and Kumbha fight was intact, which I am grateful for because it's a favourite of mine, but they changed the soundtrack and cut out his talk with Nikumbha after :/ like what did the Americans have against characters being characters. They changed the order of Nikumbha's death and Kumbhakarn's awakening and like in doing do they cut the scene that traumatised me (LOOK I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE WHO FREAKED OUT SEEING NIKUMBHA WITH THE AXE IN HIS CHEST CALLING OUT FOR HIS FATHER OK). Also not Hanuman telling him he has bad breath 😭

Oh and this bit of gold "yOU stAnD nO ChaNCe AgAinSt mE i'M a tRaIneD aSsAsSin" - Nikumbha 2001

The bit that kind of got me laughing was when Angad confronts Ravan and says "say your prayers shorty" like isdcbjsdbcdsjh WHO WROTE THIS SCRIPT??? (Dawg I wish I could clip this shit because oh my god there is so much that you all just have to see. Defo clipping Hanuman's bad puns and jokes)

Thank fucking god Rama's Attack on Titan moment was kept intact. Tho Bryan Cranston saying Kumbhakarn was like both funny and painful "Kumbhakernnnnn" HELP. Also why did they cut the slave freeing scene???

They butchered the illusory Sita being stabbed scene. They removed the set up for it (Hanuman and Angad getting shot) and Indrajeet taunting Rama. I mean at least they didn't censor it I guess??? Two things were funny tho, Bryan over acting Rama's reaction, and Lakshman shouting "coward" at Indrajeet and getting shot immediately after like dawg they even edited his mouth to move (does take away from the scene emotionally tho as in the original he comes in front of Rama to protect him while here it just seems like he wants to start a fight which yeah in character I guess). I find it impressive that they turned the moments that always gives me anxiety to the point of chest pain into something I fucking laughed at. Kudos.

Another thing I should clip. Indrajeet saying father weirdly. It was so drawn out and airy and just talking about his plan like shut the fuck up dude talk normally😭

Now this choice was weird. You know how after Sugriv gets the news that there are no more herbs in the area and none of them work on Indrajeet's arrows and Rama starts to get depressed about the apparent death of his wife and critical state of his brother but Vibishnan is like "naw dude Sita is alive my nephew just knows magic" and Jambhavant is like "just go to Nepal they got stuff there". Well, they changed the fucking order FOR NO REASON. So now it goes, Sugriv finds out there are no herbs (no mention of Indrajeet's arrows) -> Jambhavant talks about the Himalayas -> insert shitty Hanuman montage with new song plus flashbacks -> Rama laments about his wife and brother and Vibishan is like "nah dude my nephew just a tricky bitch".

That makes no fucking sense. This just makes it confusing. Even I was confused and I've seen the movie millions of times.

Removed the landmark scene and of course obligatory Hanuman pun :/ (deadass will learn editing just so I can compile all of them). They completely cut out Hanuman praying for the protection of Lakshman and asking keep to keep up his fight for life and referring to him a s brother??? It was a sweet thing and I guess because of this they cut out Rama calling Hanuman his brother. Also cut out Rama comforting Lakshman like bro what did they have against characters having more emotional moments and interacting with each other??? Nitpicky but they cut out Hanuman smiling after the animals run down the hill and startle the other vanars. They also don't show the vanars going up the hill and fetching the herbs or applying them to Lakshman's wound he just wakes up???? Like nothing happened he just immediately stopped dying.

Hey at least Lakshman vs Indrajeet was mostly intact I would've killed them if they did anything drastic (like with Rama vs Ravan), but they did remove the banter and Indrajeet parrying arrows. Ok now the final fight, the big one. Shitty montage/song. Please I wanted to put cheese graters in my fucking ears and then pour hand sanitiser. They removed the Ravan head cutting bit (well more censored it) and like yeah that scene have me trauma as a kid but it is PART of the experience. Censored/trimmed Ravan getting sliced by the chakra. Also the chakra has no meaning now that they removed it from the intro. It came out of nowhere. It was set up perfectly and they botched it. Oh who am I kidding they botched the whole fucking movie.

Part 2: oh my fucking God the voices

Why the hell does Rama sound a soft boy uwu type who was shy in high school and is a nerd. Bryan you did not eat here. He over acted or under acted

Why is Lakshman's VA over doing his dialogue like he is putting wayyyy too much energy.

Sita's just sounds,,, like a mother of two kids but she delivered her lines mostly well I guess (her screams were impressive I will say it does seem like she's putting herself in the scene)

Hanuman was made way too fucking goofy. He was saying shitty ass puns bro and jokes (seriously, bad breath and spicy food jokes? Bajrangbali would never). Usually he's made too serious, never really too goofy. James Earl Jones was a shitty narrator I'm sorry. How did he go from Darth fucking Vader to this (I don't mean to disrespect a recent dead man but seriously).

Pretty much everyone over or under acted in areas.

Part 3: closing notes

It was painful, it deadass felt like Adipurush with the story changes made and story elements cut. What kind of crushed me was the lack of emotional moments. It really felt like nothing was achieved, everything kept moving fast, it felt like there was no character development. It just, sucked. How do you take such a great film and just do that. Furthermore, they basically stripped most of the Hindu elements in the film like the word Om isn't said much at all for starters. Anyway fellow Bhakts and chuckle fucks have fun with this shit. Watch it if you want but it is a massive shit show. Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk this review took more than a day to make and I avoided doing my 2000 word essay for this (funilly enough this is 2000 words itself).

[oraorahoe]

Very specific rq but can I request jotaro, joseph, giorno and josuke with an s/o that's... a bit scary. If you're familiar with kayako from the grudge and sadako from the ring, that's the type of "scary" I'm talking about and the vibes they give off naturally. It also does not help that they do stuff that can be considered "odd" like crawling in vents, casually chilling under beds, tables and "creepy" areas in general, popping up out of nowhere when you're not paying attention for 5 seconds, twisting and bending their body into ways "no human being can do", casually dropping the most bone chilling, skin crawling, nightmare inducing, "how the hell do you know that" information at random times, being "weirdly" into stuff like occult, the supernatural, and urban legends. Even just being in a room with them can scare some people because there is just something about them that causes a natural fear response. But yeah although they're a bit odd their totally normal, yeah they might make you feel like your in a supernatural horror film sometimes but other than that they're totally fine😄

hiya Anon! this idea is amazing and really interesting!! ٩( 'ω' )و i love it!! thanks for requesting this~

*JJBA With A S/o That’s A Bit “Scary”*

(Includes; Jotaro, Joseph, Giorno, and Josuke)

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Jotaro♡:

I honestly feel like he wouldn’t be very phased by your “oddness”.

However it definitely makes him jump a bit when you pop up out of nowhere it’s pretty funny to watch him pop back for a second and his eyes widen.

Probably gets a bit flustered when having to find you in unusual places,, “Good freakin’ grief what are you doing Y/n…? Get out from under the bed…”

Finds your body bending almost bewitching, he assumes you must have a stand- and doesn’t really think a whole lot of it except that it is actually rather intriguing and definitely a bit strange.

He’s pretty interested on how you know creepy facts about things-

Definitely questions your knowledge on info you blurt out though!

“What the hell…? Where did you learn that-?” *insert a raised eyebrow* lolol

Would totally let you to tell him about your love of Occult, Urban Legends, and the Supernatural. (actually he probably knows some things himself after researching so much over the years on stands and other stuff in general) you could most likely talk for hours and he would listen gladly :)

Joseph♡:

He’d be very curious about you, making small jokes and poking fun at you;

“Hah! Y/n what are you doing under the table?!” He’d bend down grinning from ear to ear as he reaches a hand for you to come out,

“Come on~ don’t worry I won’t bite…” he’d chuckle... kissing your forehead when you leave your spot, and pulling you into a giant hug.

The first time you popped up out of nowhere he jumped back in fright-!

When he noticed it was just you he sighed in relief but a couple seconds later shouted jokingly- “RUN AWAYYYY!!” Laughing up a storm at his own remark..!

Would be baffled at seeing you contort your body in impossible ways-“WHA—?!!”…

“H-how are you doing that Y/n?!”

Honestly though- he probably finds it fascinating… although he might think you’re some sort of pillar man the first time he sees you do it haha-

Giorno♡:

Falls back a bit every time you pop in out of thin air-

“Oh- y/n you startled me…” (he’s so polite and calm about it.)

Would be absolutely captivated by the way your body can bend- he doesn’t really see it as scary, more as peculiar-

“How are you doing that?” He’d walk around you deep in thought, pondering if you must have some stand he hasn’t learned of yet-?

He might try to show you how he can put his ear inside itself- lol

If he sees you sitting under a table or bed he will most likely stare at you blankly for a minute trying to figure out why you’re under there…

“Is there any room for me to join you under there, amore mio…?” He’d ask cordially giving you a light smile.

Pretty interested in all of your odd facts about occult and the supernatural!! He likes hearing you talk about it all it makes him feel content knowing you’re happy when you do-

Josuke♡:

(Let’s be real for a second~) at least the first few times you pop up out of nowhere this boy is going to scream like a little girl~

“AHHH!!” He’d jump up in the air falling backwards onto the ground… “Oh-! Y/n it’s just you…” he’d sigh and laugh nervously under his breath… and pull you into one of his warm hugs-

Makes it like a game of hide and seek to find where you are next- in his closet, in his garage vent, under his bed-? Nope this time it’s under the living room coffee table-

“Y/n- How did you even get under there?!”

I’m sure his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he first saw how your body could twist in such disconcerting ways-

Oh, and when you tell him all your eerie facts? :

“T-thats pretty creepy y/n?!?! How do you know all that?!?!”- He’d be a little taken back by your unsettling remarks but he’d definitely still listen to you-

Although this boy would probably act the most terrified of the rest, he really loves you just the same- he doesn’t view your alarming quirks in a bad way just something that’s apart of your personality and he adores you for who you are~

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thank you for reading :D ((have a great rest of your day or night wherever ya are!)) feel free to let me know what you thought of it all! ✌︎(˘⌣˘)✌︎

[leggerefiore]

Do you have any more headcanons for Drider Emmet, it’s really awesome and I keep going back to reread what you put on it! Like does he do when the s/o is at work? How does he and s/o spend days off from work? How does the pregnancy go? And what happened the first time Emmet cocooned s/o did they freak out or kept calling out to Emmet to wake up and let them out?

brain craving more spider conductor...

cw: monster pregnancy...

▽Drider Emmet△

○ His days are usually spent doing some light chores, unless there's something extremely pressing to be done. Your clothes are washed and folded, there's always a meal to make you (to show he's a good mate), and he may start working on another gift for you using his web. Though, he does sneak out to go see Ingo and Elesa when he can. There's an urge to explore the world that he's been so cruelly denied. His cycles aren't even a thing to worry about anymore with you.

○ Ingo actually has been bolder about introducing his twin around the station. Many are horrified by Emmet's presence, yet intrigued by how he could even by the very human-looking brother's twin. Ingo reveals he has small amounts of easily hidden arachnidian features, which terrifies the people. They want to be discriminatory against him, but he does his job extremely well and his inhuman features are easily skimmed over. The older twin begins to wonder on how he could put Emmet to work at the station afterwards. His younger brother is perhaps even better than him in some aspects related to his job. (Yellow tufts of fur are all over Ingo's body, he has a feeble electrical charge he can send out, and he has a second pair of eyes hidden by his cap and kept closed at all times.)

○ Elesa all but parades the hybrid around during their time together. She is unashamed of her friend and will let absolutely nobody do anything to him. A crazed fan attempted to stab Emmet, thinking he was attacking her when going in for a hug. Zebstrika tackled them so fast that there was fear he broke the sound barrier. People see Emmet as less terrifying as Elesa posts him to her social medias and watch as they interact out in public. (Aren't spider hybrids so supposed to be super misanthropic and violent? That one just talks funny and eats too much sugar to be healthy for their body.)

○ Time spent with you is most important. He'll do anything you want to do; stay in all day, go out to eat, wander around the Chargestone Cave for him to adopt more Joltiks, somehow manage to fit him onto the Ferris wheel. All of it is enjoyed thoroughly. You'll usually stay in, but he doesn't mind. He curls himself around you while you enjoy a show and Joltiks come to sit all over the both of you. He offers a strange massage to you which leaves you quite relaxed from any tension. Emmet wants to spend time curled up on his web with you, too. It's deeply personal and extremely intimate, you'll put up with him cuddling you from extremely odd directions. (In the wild, you would be bait for an unsuspecting stranger to get stuck in his web. Well, what you don't know won't hurt you.)

○ The first time you woke up cocooned was truly a terrifying one. You believed Emmet had decided you weren't a mate any longer, but, rather, a meal. Screaming and trying to wrestle away from the weirdly comfortable binds, you rolled off your bed onto the floor. You kept attempting to move, but ended up hitting the corner of some furniture with your head. This made you start crying from fear and pain. A few moments passed in this state until a sleep Emmet scuttled up to your room while rubbing his middle pair of eyes. He yawns and looks at you. “Darling, why are you on the floor - Wait! Are you crying!? What's wrong!” You are quickly freed from the cocoon and held against him while he presses kisses to your newly forming bruise. It turns out: no, he wasn't setting out to eat you. There's an instinct in spider hybrids to bind their mate because in the wild you would have nothing else to keep you warm and secure while living in his web. The twin starts crying because you don't trust him. (He's taking all of the Joltiks in the divorce.)

○ Pregnancy goes depressingly. Naturally, your body isn't too happy about the pseudo-parasitical nature of it all. A majority of the eggs are forced from your body and deemed unviable. Emmet is a complete mess about it because neither of you considered this aspect. It does make sense, however. Out of his mother's entire clutch, only him and Ingo survived. They were an anomaly themselves, too, as identical twins. You'll notice him wrapping the rejected eggs with a deep melancholy. Let him mourn for a moment; you're fighting an absolutely wretched fever.

○ Your body doesn't manage to reject all the eggs, though. Somehow you managed to keep two eggs, an extremely rare endeavour. Emmet's whole attention is on protecting you and his remaining young. The violent aspect of spider hybrids can easily be avoided if you listen to their mate warning you that they're carrying eggs and the hybrid is overprotective currently due to that. Some people don't, and you have to act injured to stop the twin from electrocuting someone.

○ You will unfortunately be giving a live birth, as the eggs hatch inside of you. On the bright side, you have two unbelievably adorable spider babies who cling to you. You wonder how your DNA was inputted into them, as they have your eyes and some of your features. Emmet only smiles and shrugs. (Don't be fooled; he knows exactly how.) He is all over his two children the moment they're finally born properly into the world. They're notably more independent than human infants, yet somehow managed also not to be. You'll likely be taking a leave from work, so you wonder how they'll handle that. They aren't able to speak human languages yet, so only Emmet truly knows what they want (and Ingo. It terrifies you when he clicks at them; you had no idea he could do that. He shoots out an “are you serious” expression.) It's obvious they love you, however. They're always at your side and cling to you worse than their father.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Character bingo Trey and Rook

Trey Character Opinion Bingo here!

***Standard disclaimer: These are just my personal opinions of the character(s); regardless of what I may think of them, sharing my thoughts is NOT meant to offend or to shame anyone that thinks differently.***

***CONTENT WARNING: mentions stalking!!***

Rook’s one of those characters that comes on VERY strong, and that, understandably, turns a lot of people off. I don’t think his looks help make him more approachable, either. Rook’s particular hairstyle is known as okappa; it’s like a bob cut in many western countries but it isn’t a very popular look outside of Asia 💦 so I think a lot of people in the international fandom were unsettled by how he looks? The bangs make it hard to see his eyebrows too, so that might also play a part in it (as eyebrows help add to our expressions, and going without them can make it more difficult to “read” someone). I know that I, too, thought that Rook looked really odd at first 😅 It helps to see his face with some of the bangs pushed out of the way so you can see just how pretty his smile is! Rook’s Ceremonial Robes groovy is really great in showcasing that.

To address the elephant in the room: yes, Rook has very stalker-like tendencies. I’m not going to deny that. Some people find it funny, others find it disturbing; I will confess that I would be freaked out if Rook were real (especially since I don’t deal well with extroverts and have been a victim of stalking myself), but he’s not real. He’s fictional. A lot of the things the TWST characters do and say would never fly in the real world, but it can safely be enjoyed within the confines of our imaginations. I’m still sometimes surprised or disturbed at what Rook can pull off (like knowing people’s heights at just a glance), but once I get over the shock, I’m actually weirdly impressed by it??? He’s capable of a ton of superhuman feats (like that time he got lost in the jungle and survived until a rescue team found him, or that he can just move around without making a sound or being detected), it just makes me???? So confused yet oddly intrigued at how that would work???

I think the one thing that everyone can agree on when it comes to Rook is that he’s a very positive and uplifting person. I personally find that trait really endearing, as it’s rare to find someone (especially adults) who can maintain such strong optimism. He so lovingly gives everyone in his life a cute nickname 🥺 and even in the darkest of moments, when he’s faced with monsters dripping in blot, he sees the beauty in something so twisted. I feel that this is often misconstrued as Rook just “being weird” or (even worse) Rook “being a pervert”, and I really wish that people weren’t so quick to jump the gun on him 😔 He may express himself and his curiosity in exaggerated ways, but that doesn’t make his interest in something somehow less valid or creepier. Rook has his own interests and hobbies, and he sometimes gets too hyperfixated on them or acts in inappropriate ways because he’s blinded by pursuit of his passion. I think of that as no different than being a die-hard fan of TWST, so I get where Rook is coming from 😅 and I definitely think he deserves better treatment from the fandom.

Rook is a character that is easily hated because he is easily misunderstood. His personality makes him entertaining to read when he interacts with others, but it’s a double edged sword that makes fans think he’s shallow because of it. The other party is usually so weirded out by Rook, but they’re forced into a situation where they can’t just walk away from him ahbfaiodbasdb It’s really fun seeing how different people deal with his shenanigans~ However, I think where Rook shines the most is when he’s in Pomefiore. You can tell just how good of a friend he is to Vil, telling him his honest critique instead of being a yes man, noticing little details about Vil that no one else would, even swapping dorms and changing up his entire look because Vil inspired him so much... Rook even went out of his way to influence who would be picked for VDC by offering his suggestions to Vil, because he had an inkling that Vil would benefit the most from clashing with certain people. AND THAT PART WHERE HE’S WILLING TO DRINK THE POISON BECAUSE HE WANTED TO BELIEVE THAT VIL WOULDN’T POISON THEIR COMPETITION..................... MAN. OTL More than anything, Rook honestly wants to support Vil in his growth, and he fully puts his faith in Vil--and that’s the kind of friendship that I’d want 🥺 He’s really sweet to Epel as well! Yeah, Epel doesn’t really get along with him at first (seeing as Rook is the one that has to fetch him when he runs off) and sees Rook as an oddball, but Rook never takes offense to it. He’s definitely the more patient of the Pomefiore upperclassmen when it comes to teaching and guiding Epel, be it in handling cutlery or instructing him on his newly acquired unique magic. When you put aside his initial weirdness, Rook is actually a reliable and mature senpai, and a really good friend!!

I think part of the reason why Rook has a bad rep is that he doesn’t get that much screen time compared to the characters from his dorm, and therefore not as much time to develop (especially in episode 5). We don’t get a true sense for how crafty he can be until like... maybe mid or late episode 6 just for the clever use of his unique magic. Most people just see “oh, he betrayed NRC” at the end of episode 5 and walk away thinking he’s a weirdo, a pervert, and a traitor. (He got a lot of flack for that too :/ even though it makes complete sense why he, a character based on the huntsman that betrayed the queen, and someone who is very honest, voted for Neige over Vil; Rook KNEW that Vil wouldn’t be happy with a victory unless he had truly earned it, and Rook also believed that Neige had been better overall.) Much of of Rook’s additional content (vignettes, event stories) also doesn’t do much to showcase his personality outside of those three descriptors, and Rook himself doesn’t like to share information about himself or to tell stories about his past. You really need to read between the lines and scrounge up crumbs of lore to understand and appreciate how deep his character can go. For example, I’ve speculated that it’s possible Rook is secretive because he may come from a family of spies/secret agents 😳 but there’s many more possibilities out there, and so many more brain worms to be had~

Rook definitely knows a lot more than he’s letting on. I get the vague sense that his oddness is also kind of a front, though it’s more genuine than, say, Cater’s? I have no doubt that his personality actually IS like this, but at the same time, I think that personality serves in part to distract from his true intentions. If you’re busy being annoyed or high on emotions, you’re less likely to notice the finer details, and I think that’s something that Rook is mindful of when he handles his “prey”. An example of this is how easily he talks to Idia and offers up Vil’s skincare when they intrude on STYX HQ; not only is the magic that Rook imbues the skincare with harmless, but his demeanor makes the Shroud brothers not suspicious of him. When Rook comes to you with open arms and mouthing off like a madman, you’re going to focus on how boisterous he is rather than thinking he’s got a scheme to break out the test subjects. He’s NOT dumb just because he’s friendly and whimsical, he just knows how to best disarm his opponents AND he has fun while he’s doing it 😊 I don’t think I’ve ever seen Rook in a truly bad mood, and just seeing him happy makes me perk up a little myself!

[ptergwen]

subway boy

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: like one swear word

summary: if you ever think the city is out of surprises, think again

a/n: this was requested!! i’ve actually always wanted to write something like this and now i had an actual reason to so yay happy reading everyone

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like every other new yorker, you’d be no where without the subway. it has an odd smell and even odder people riding, but there’s still some charm to it.

you’ll typically put in earbuds to drown out all the screeching, get a seat if you’re lucky. you’re always prepared to stand and hold on literally for your life just in case. once you’ve been taking the subway for a while, you get used to it.

up until this moment, you thought you’d seen all the subway had to offer.

you’re listening to your playlist like usual while people pile inside. the metro station is your ride home from school. it’s not too crowded this afternoon, which is refreshing. the doors are about to close when someone squeezes in at the last second. he bumps into a woman with groceries and offers a series of apologizes.

he sounds sincere about it, too. that’s not typical subway rider behavior.

you’re intrigued.

the boy ends up taking the empty seat next to you. his cheeks are pink from the exchange he just had. it highlights the freckles dotting his face. he has curls that were poorly attempted to be slicked back and a pout on his lips. he’s carrying two textbooks with a backpack on his shoulders. he must go to school around here.

the weirdly polite subway boy is so cute.

“that was embarrassing,” you comment and take out an earbud. he furrows his eyebrows. you’re not sure if he’s offended or confused. “the thing that happened to you, like, a minute ago,” you elaborate. the subway boy visibly relaxes and nods.

“yeah, almost. i would’ve felt so bad if her stuff spilled. i mean, i already feel bad about it,” he sort of rambles, scratching his gelled hair. so, he’s a talker. you like that. cute and easy to have a conversation with. “you seem like you’d help her pick it all up and offer to replace it anyway,” you decide, the subway boy eyeing you suspiciously.

“that’s... very accurate. do we know each other?” he looks at you for the first time. he was watching you from his peripherals before. you’re wearing a playful smirk and a pair of earbuds. his cheeks begin to heat up just when he was calming down. how are you so pretty?

“not yet. i’m y/n.” you take out your other earbud, smiling for real at him. “i’m peter.” he finds himself returning the smile. you watch as he puts his textbooks under the seat. “hi, peter. why haven’t i seen you before?” peter shrugs his shoulders. “i usually take the next subway. why haven’t i seen you before?”

“i don’t go to...” you read the name on his shirt. “midtown. is that the science school?” he gives you a quick nod, not wanting to come off like he’s bragging. the students at midtown have a reputation. your lips curve into another smirk. “oh, so you’re really smart. you’re a genius.”

peter squints one of his eyes at you. “i wouldn’t say genius. i’m more like a genius in training.” that earns a laugh from you. his jokes don’t get many of those. your laugh turns into a reflective sigh as you wrap your earbuds around your phone. “well, this was fun. i have to get off now.”

this is the one time peter hates how fast the subway is.

“oh, okay.” his voice is quieter than before. he sounds almost sad. you don’t know why it makes you feel bad. you just met him. “maybe i’ll see you tomorrow? try to get here faster,” you suggest and stand up from the seat. peter stares up at you before he realizes he’s staring. he quickly tears his eyes away.

“uh... yeah. totally. i’ll see you, y/n.” you give him a finger wave and head for the doors. he waves back, grinning to himself once you’re gone.

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peter absolutely sprints out of school the next day. he did the math. if he leaves not more than three seconds after the last bell, he can meet you on the platform right as the subway arrives. it’s risky. it’s worth it to talk to you again, though.

there’s something about you peter can’t get over. he replayed your conversation in his head the whole way home. may said there was a skip to his step. you talked like you’ve been friends for years, and it made him feel so comfortable around you. his heart is swelling now at the thought of your face lighting up when he gets there.

it could also be from how fast he’s running to make it there.

he’s panting when he finally runs down the stairs, his backpack falling off one shoulder. he frantically searches for you. his vision is all blurry and the subway pulling in distracts him. then, he notices someone with earbuds in looking around. that’s you.

wiping the sweat off his upper lip, he walks up to you. you’re surprised he actually came. you take your earbuds out and beam at him. he gulps, but smiles back.

“you got here faster,” you laugh out and walk onto the subway, peter following behind you. it’s back to being crowded again. the two of you find a pole to share. “i almost passed out a few times,” he jokes, grabbing onto the pole that’s thankfully cold. he’d put his face on it if it wasn’t so dirty.

you put your free hand over your heart. “for me?” “definitely not for myself,” peter confirms, swinging his backpack onto his shoulder again. the subway suddenly jolts to a start. you stumble forward and into peter’s chest by accident. he steadies you with a hand on your waist, you grabbing on to his sweater.

you look up at him with a small smile. you’re not in a rush to let go. “sorry. i wasn’t expecting that,” you murmur. peter blinks dumbly, not sure what to say. he meets your eyes and feels his racing heart start to slow. “no, um, it’s fine. are you okay?” “i’m good. thanks for catching me.” you tug on the bottom of his sweater.

peter breathes out a laugh. “you’re welcome.” just to be safe, you wrap your whole arm around the pole. “so, how was science school today?”

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you’ve been taking the subway home with peter for almost two months now. he’s told you all about his aunt, his friends, the academic decathlon team he’s on. he ended up being more of a nerd than you first thought. lucky for him, you find it endearing.

you two have gotten to know each other really well. well enough to hang out for more than fifteen minutes a day, peter hopes. he has a pretty big crush on you.

he loves when you hold onto him instead of the handles. he’s always waiting for your leg to brush his by accident. it’s never really an accident. you know what you’re doing. most importantly, he looks forward to hearing your laugh every day. you’re one of the only people who finds him funny, so he saves up all his stupid puns for you.

today is the day he’s going to ask you out. he’s been holding off because he wants to make it special, and doing it on the subway is the opposite of that. he figured out a way to compensate.

you’re about halfway to your stop when he decides to go through with it. you conveniently had to stand today, which works for what he wants to do. he listens to you talk about a fight that happened at your school today. it’s an interesting story. too bad he’s about to interrupt it.

“and, this is gonna sound so crazy, one of the gym teachers had to-“ peter gets down on one knee. your eyebrows raise all the way up to the top of your head. you’re completely speechless. not for long. “what the fuck are you doing?” you ask, your voice wobbly. maybe peter isn’t the cute type of strange. maybe he’s just creepy.

“before you freak out-“ “i’m already freaking out,” you laugh in disbelief. peter fumbles around for something in his pocket. you’re praying it’s anything but a ring. you let out a breath of relief when he pulls it out. good, he isn’t proposing. you still couldn’t be more lost.

“this isn’t an engagement ring, or any type of ring,” he prefaces, a small smile crossing his face. “i needed a romantic way to give it to you. that’s all.” you perk up at the mention of it being romantic. he’s making a move. “ok, thank god. go on.”

peter holds out a metrocard for you, and you can’t help but giggle. he’s so, so, so super dorky. you take it in your hand, but he keeps holding on.

“your rides are on me for the next month,” he explains with a proud smile, then lets go. “i remember you said yours was expiring.” you wrap your fingers around the card. “thank you, peter. you’re adorable.” he scrunches his nose up. “can i pay you back somehow?”

“i’m getting to that part,” peter chuckles and locks eyes with you again. you lean against the pole. “instead of giving me the cash, i was wondering...” he takes in a breath. “would you wanna go out with me?” you shake your head with another grin. your cheeks are starting to hurt. “i’d do it for free, pete.”

“so that’s a yes?” he makes sure, holding out his arms for you. “yes! get up here so i can hug you.” you squeal as he lifts you up by your waist. he tucks his face into the side of your neck. you’re both giggling, your hands grabbing at his shoulders. the people around you clap, some even whistling.

the subway really does have its charm.

[dottielovegood]

ASMR - Chapter 4

Elriel fanfiction

About this fic:

Azriel can’t sleep Elain has an ASMR channel Match made in heaven (or you know, on youtube..)

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You can find chapter 1 here, chapter 2 here and chapter 3 here

Read this fic on AO3

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The following week, Azriel read Elain’s messages too many times to admit. He had answered her that “meat banjo” was, indeed, a vile word, and after that, they hadn’t really talked or texted.

He had saved her number as “Elain”, which had felt weirdly private. As if they were friends, which they were not. He was just her friendly helper, and she was his remedy for nightmares.

However, even though they didn’t know each other, Azriel felt an odd sensation in his chest when he thought about her. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought that he was missing her, which was absurd. But the tight little knot in his chest felt very much like longing. He tried to tell himself that this was weird and stupid. He knew that he had a crush on her (even though he hated to admit it), but he could also see that it was a pointless crush. She was an internet sensation, he was a boring IT guy. She was light and happiness and flowers, he was dark and brooding. She made people smile, he made people uncomfortable. And then there was the practical side of things. They had met on the internet. She probably lived on the other side of the country. Hell, she could even live in a different country for all he knew. She might have a partner already - it’s not like he asked. And, last but not least, she probably didn’t have a crush on him.

Before talking to her on the phone, he had just thought that she was a pretty girl that deserved kindness. But after their phone call, he had definitely developed a crush. Which was another reason why he hadn’t texted her. He didn’t want to bother her and he didn’t want to have this crush. He wanted to stop feeling like this for a girl he would never see in real life. Yet, every night before bed, he found himself on her youtube page, watching one of her many videos.

She uploaded a new video to Youtube every Friday, so when Friday came around, Azriel was itching to get home so he could go to sleep (he told himself that he was looking forward to sleeping and not to seeing her face).

However, he had an entire workday to get through first. The office was mostly an open landscape and Azriel’s desk was next to Cassian’s. The only person with his own office was Rhysand, which was fair since he was the owner of the company. At two in the afternoon, Rhys poked his head out of his office.

“You guys are still coming for dinner this weekend, right?”

“Yeah,” Azriel and Cassian answered in unison.

“I told Feyre that I would help her with the food,” Azriel continued.

Rhys looked like he was going to kiss Azriel. “Oh, god. Thank you, man. I was scared that we would have to repeat the Christmas dinner,” he said and shuddered.

Feyre hated to cook and Rhys did most of the cooking at home, but for some inexplicable reason, she always wanted to cook for holidays or family dinners. To everyone’s dismay. Christmas had been no exception. She had burned the turkey, added salt instead of sugar to the dessert and somehow managed to buy the wrong berries for her cranberry sauce. Luckily, Rhys had been prepared and bought a few frozen pizzas and some ice cream, so the day wasn’t that much of a disaster, but nobody wanted to brave Feyre’s cooking again.

“Why don’t you just cook?” Cassian asked without looking up from his screen.

“You know that she kicks me out if I so much as go near the kitchen when we have these family dinners. And since she started the hormone treatment, she has been a bit bitchy when she gets mad, so I’ll just do whatever she says.”

Azriel chuckled. He could tell from Rhysand’s tone that Feyre had been more than “a bit” bitchy.

“I don’t understand why she lets Azriel help, though…”

“Maybe because she knows that I’ll tell her to sit down with a glass of wine and a magazine, and then she can take all of the credit for the food?”

“Fair enough.” Rhys shrugged. “Just burn the food a little bit, or it won’t be believable.”

Cassian snorted. “No one would believe that something edible was made by your wife. Sorry.”

“She does make a great green smoothie, though,” Rhys grinned and held up his glass.

Azriel and Cassian looked at each other and had to bite their tongues to keep from laughing. The smoothie looked vile and smelled even worse.

After a few more minutes of small talk, Rhys went back to his office for an important phone call. “See you on Saturday,” he reminded them before closing the door.

Azriel and Cassian worked in silence for the remainder of the day.

When Azriel came home that evening, he made a quick pasta carbonara to eat in front of the TV. He was re-watching New Girl. It was his comfort show and absolutely nobody knew that he watched it (and had watched it multiple times). He would take that information with him to the grave. But it was fun and cute and sometimes he liked to imagine his friends as characters in the show. Cassian was probably Schmidt, because Nesta was one hundred percent Cece. Feyre was Jess, which meant that Rhys was Nick. And then there was Azriel. He wanted to say that he was a very cool character, but most characters on this show weren’t cool, and also, he was definitely Winston. Alone with a cat - sounds about right , Azriel thought to himself as he finished his bowl of pasta.

When the episode ended he just waited for the next to start. He didn’t have any plans for the night and nowhere to be. His phone vibrated where he had left it on the kitchen counter. He ignored it, feeling too lazy to get up. But then it vibrated again. With a sigh, he got up. He expected to see a text from Mor telling him to bring wine tomorrow, or maybe a strange meme from Cassian. What he didn’t expect was to see Elain’s name on his screen.

He could feel his heart in his throat as he read her messages.

Elain Hey, Shadowsinger. I’m uploading a new video soon. You should watch it!

Elain I hope that message didn’t sound creepy? I just meant that I think you might like it.

Azriel’s hands were sweaty.

Azriel You didn’t sound creepy at all. Of course, I’ll watch your video. May I ask what I can expect from it?

Just seconds later, Elain answered.

Elain You can ask, but I might not tell ;)

Azriel Should I be worried?

Elain Haha, no! I think it turned out great. You were my inspiration :)

Azriel could feel himself blush. He had never been someone’s inspiration before.

Azriel So, I’m your muse? ;)

Oh god, was that too flirty? Was the winky-face too much? He wished that he could take back the message.

Elain For tonight, yes!

Azriel stared at his phone, unsure of what to answer. Luckily, Elain wrote to him again.

Elain What are you doing tonight?

Azriel Nothing. Just eating pasta and watching TV. How about you?

Elain That sounds amazing. I have been editing this video for hours so I’m just tired and cranky, haha. I have just ordered a pizza and I think I’ll just eat it in bed as soon as this video has finished uploading. What did you watch?

Azriel If I told you, I would have to kill you.

Elain Oh, intriguing! Is it trashy drama? I bet it’s Grey’s anatomy! Or maybe… Love Island?

Azriel stared at his phone. Did she really think that he would watch something like Love Island?

Azriel I watched New Girl, okay. Don’t tell anyone.

Elain Your secret is safe with me! Also, I love New Girl! Especially Winston!

It felt as if someone was squeezing Azriel’s heart.

Azriel Really? Which character would you be?

Elain My pizza is here so I am going to put all of my electronics in a different room and eat my pizza while reading a good book. It was great talking to you, Azriel! Please tell me what you thought of the video when you have watched it.

Elain Oh, and I would probably be Winston’s cat. lol

Azriel almost dropped his phone. If he had to be alone with a cat for the rest of his life, he would definitely want Elain to be his cat , he thought to himself. Which was a weird thing to think about someone you didn’t know. Azriel dropped his head to his kitchen counter and took a deep breath before replying.

Azriel It was great talking to you too, Elain. Enjoy your dinner and your book :)

She didn’t answer, but she didn’t have to. Azriel was going to be thinking about her for the rest of the night anyway.

30 minutes later, he got a notification telling him that Flower Girl ASMR had uploaded a new video. The video was called “ASMR for IT-guys”, which made him chuckle. He clicked the video and Elain’s beautiful face filled his screen again.

“Hello, my lovelies, lovelies, lovelies,” she whispered in her microphone. “This week’s video will be a bit different,” she continued, slowly moving her hands in front of the camera. “This video was inspired by my friend who recently helped me with some computer-related issues, issues, issues.”

Azriel loved it when she repeated words like that. And he liked that he somehow was a part of this video. It was something that connected them. Azriel paused the video and got into bed, knowing fully well that he would probably fall asleep soon if he kept watching this.

He pressed play again. “So, today, I thought that we would try a few computer-related triggers. I have a keyboard here,” she said and started typing on a keyboard that was out of view. “I thought that I would say a few trigger words while typing them.”

She smiled at the camera and pressed a few more keys. “I just wrote my friend’s name, but you won’t get to know who he is. But you know who you are. Thank you for your help!”

Azriel felt all warm inside.

She continued the video. “The first trigger word is IP address ”. Azriel laughed as she repeated the word multiple times while typing quickly.

“And then we have, laptop, laptop, laptop,” she continued, and Azriel felt shivers go down his spine when she popped the p’s.

Azriel had never thought that he would fall asleep to someone whispering “HTML coding” in his ears, but here he was. Relaxed and ready to sleep.

All thanks to Flower Girl ASMR.

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The next day, Azriel texted Elain that he had loved the video. He waited for hours, but no reply came. Maybe she just wanted to repay me for helping her? Azriel thought. Maybe she would stop talking to him now that he had seen the video.

The thought of never talking to Elain again made him feel a new kind of ache in his chest. An ache he didn’t want to feel. This stupid crush needs to end, he muttered to himself as he started to scrub his kitchen counter. He tried to ignore the feeling by keeping busy. He cleaned his apartment and did some laundry before heading over to his friends’ house.

Rhys greeted him by the door and ushered him inside.

“She started cooking like 15 minutes ago, please save whatever can be saved,” he whispered to Azriel. Azriel chuckled and made his way to the kitchen. On the way there, he passed the living room and stopped to greet his friends. He saw most of them on a daily basis because of work, but he was still happy to see them. Cassian and his fiancée Nesta sat close together on one of the green velvet couches. On the opposite couch sat Mor and Amren. Mor was one of the journalists at Velaris News, and Amren was an editor. They had known each other for years. Amren and Rhys had studied together at university, and Mor was Rhysand’s cousin. Once upon a time, Azriel had a crush on Mor. One night after one too many glasses at Rita’s he confessed his feelings to her and she had looked horrified. He had expected her to tell him that she didn’t fancy him and leave it at that, but instead, she had blurted “I like girls!”

Azriel was the first person she ever came out to, and he had felt honored. He also knew now that they wouldn’t have worked out together in the long run (even if Mor had been straight). They were just too different. She was energetic and outgoing and fun, he needed peace and quiet. But she was still one of his very best friends.

Amren on the other hand, he didn’t know as well. She had always been very private, but she was damn good at her job.

“Where’s Varian tonight?” Azriel asked Amren, trying to make small talk.

“How should I know?” she answered quickly. “I’m not his mother.”

Cassian stared at her. “But you are his girlfriend?”

She shrugged. “I don’t like to label things.”

Nesta rolled her eyes. Amren had lived with Varian for the past two years, but she was still reluctant to tell anyone about their relationship.

Azriel made his way into the kitchen, and from what he could tell, he made it just in time.

“What are you making, Feyre?” he asked, because truthfully, he couldn’t tell.

Feyre turned around quickly as if he had startled her. “Oh, hi Az,” she said and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

Something was burning.

“I was trying to make lamb chops with glazed carrots, roasted potatoes, and salsa verde, but…” she gestured to the stove, which looked like a disaster.

Azriel chuckled. “That’s ambitious.” He lifted the lid from one of the pots and could clearly see that she had overcooked the lamb 10 minutes ago. Also, why had she made them in a pot, and not a frying pan? It would be inedible.

The potatoes were still in the sink, unpeeled.

She gave him a strained smile. “Will you help me?”

“Of course.” Azriel put the grocery bag he had brought with him on the kitchen island. “On one condition.”

“Anything.” She sounded desperate.

“Please, for the love of god, let Rhys cook when we come over. You really don’t have to show off. You are good at many things, Feyre. But cooking is unfortunately not one of them.”

She nodded. “I know,” she sat down on one of the stools at the kitchen island and buried her face in her hand. “I just...I need to be able to cook when I become a mother.”

Azriel took her hand in his. “You really don’t. Nobody expect fathers to be good at cooking, so why should every mother be good at it? Honestly, just let Rhys cook while you play with the kids.”

She smiled at him. “That actually sounds amazing,” she sighed.

“Right?”

Azriel started to pull out some ingredients from the bag on the kitchen island. He held up the tomatoes and the spaghetti, “How about some pasta arrabbiata with burrata?”

“Sounds fancy.”

He shrugged. “Everything sounds fancier in a different language. It’s just pasta with a spicy tomato sauce, and burrata on top.”

“Whatever you make will probably be better than that mess,” she said and glanced towards the stove. Azriel couldn’t disagree.

“Probably,” he laughed and got to work. Azriel placed all the pots and pans in the sink and started chopping the vegetables for the sauce, and in just 30 minutes, dinner was served.

“You are my hero,” Feyre said and kissed his cheek as she carried the big bowl of pasta to the dining room.

Everyone had already gathered around the table, wine glasses in hand. As Azriel sat down, Mor poured him some wine.

“This looks amazing,” Nesta said and Cassian nodded in agreement.

“Thanks, Az helped a little,” Feyre said and winked at Azriel.

“Just a bit,” Azriel said and took a sip of wine.

The conversation (and wine) flowed freely, as it always did. Cassian and Nesta told them about their wedding plans, Mor gushed about Emerie, a girl she was dating, and Feyre told them about life as a high school art teacher. Azriel would never understand how anyone could choose to spend their days with teenagers, but Feyre loved it.

After two bottles of wine, Nesta and Mor were in an argument about which animal was the cutest.

“No, I am telling you, Sloths are cuter than any animal ever,” Mor exclaimed. “Have you seen their dopey little faces?”

“Sloths? Really?” Nesta looked at her as if she had suggested that the sky was green. “Red pandas are way cuter! They are cute and cuddly, Sloths just look like every single stoner I went to high school with.”

They had been at it for 10 minutes, which Azriel found to be quite impressive.

“Can you both just shut up?” Amren gritted out. “The cutest animals are koalas. They’re even cute when they fight. I am right, you are wrong. Please stop this meaningless discussion before I die from boredom.”

Nesta and Mor looked at Amren, and then at each other.

“We obviously have to see Koalas fight if you want us to end this conversation,” Mor said.

Nesta nodded. “Obviously. Give me your phone, Az,” she said and reached for his phone.

“Why do you need my phone?”

“Because mine is dead and yours is right there on the table. Also, your screen is big and we need to watch this in full HD, for obvious reasons.”

Azriel huffed a laugh, unlocked his phone, and handed it to Nesta.

She clicked the Youtube app, and then her face fell. She looked at Azriel as if he was an alien, and then she showed the phone to Cassian who looked at him with the same facial expression.

What the hell had they found?

He didn’t have anything weird on his phone. And he sure as hell didn’t watch porn on it.

“What?” Azriel asked, and Nesta turned the phone.

Fuck. The last video he had watched was still loaded on Youtube, and of course, it was Elain’s latest video.

“What the hell is this?” Nesta asked, almost looking angry.

Azriel didn’t understand why she found ASMR so wrong, but he desperately wanted to explain himself.

“Well, it’s ASMR. It’s kind of… well, it’s hard to explain, but it helps me sleep and– “

Nesta interrupted him before he could finish. “I know what ASMR is. I am wondering why you are watching Elain?”

Azriel stared at Nesta in shock. Did she also like Elain’s videos? But that wouldn’t explain the anger and confusion.

“Do you...know her?” Azriel asked.

“Yes, we went to university together. She’s our florist for the wedding. She was the florist at their wedding, too,” Nesta answered and gestured towards Rhys and Feyre. “Surely you have met her?”

Azriel could do nothing but shake his head in confusion. If he had ever met Elain, he would have known. You didn’t forget a face like hers.

“Please tell me you’re not stalking her like some creep, Az. Honestly, her last boyfriend was the world’s biggest asshat.”

“I’m not stalking her,” Azriel blurted out. “I’m just watching her videos to fall asleep, I promise. I– I didn’t know that you knew her.”

Nesta eyed him suspiciously. “So, is this just a coincidence?”

He nodded. “Weirder things have happened,” he said, trying to lighten the mood.

Nesta glanced at Cassian, and then back at Azriel. “Fine,” she said after a small eternity. “You would probably be cute together anyway. Sorry for insinuating that you would be a stalker.” She really did look remorseful. “That wasn’t fair. I’m just very protective of her. She’s the nicest girl, but she has horrendous taste in men.”

Azriel couldn’t answer, because his mind was still stuck on the fact that Nesta said that they would be cute together. He wanted to ask Nesta why she thought that. He kind of also wanted to ask her if Elain lived here in Velaris, and what her favorite movie was, and if she, by any chance, had a boyfriend. But he refrained, he didn’t want to sound like a stalker.

“So, what the fuck is ASMR?” Cassian asked. “Is it like porn?”

Before Azriel could answer, Rhys said “It’s like porn for your ears, I guess,” and then the entire table was laughing.

“Nesta,” Feyre said when the laughter had died down. “Does Elain still have that cute, little shop on River Street?”

“Mhm,” Nesta answered and took a sip of her wine.

Azriel could kiss Feyre for asking. And if he wasn’t mistaken, he could see her wink in his direction before raising her water glass to her lips.

Azriel walked home that evening with a million thoughts in his head.

He made a list in his head:

Elain lived in Velaris

River Street was literally a 10-minute walk from his home.

Nesta thought that they would be cute together

This meant nothing

She probably didn’t even like him back

Just because they were in the same city, it didn’t mean that they would ever meet.

This was still just a crush

And it was probably one-sided

She hadn’t even answered his latest text message.

And as if on cue, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Elain I’m sorry that I didn’t answer you earlier. I’ve been at work all day. We had a leak in the basement and everything was just chaos. I haven’t even checked my phone until now.

He mentally scratched number 9 from his list.

Azriel No worries! Did you fix the leak?

Azriel checked the time on his phone: 23.30

Had she dealt with this leak until now?

Elain Yes! But so many flowers were ruined (I’m a florist) and I had to remake a few arrangements for a wedding that’s coming up.

Elain I’m sorry. You probably don’t care. I’m happy that you liked the video :)

Azriel wanted to tell her that he did care. That everything she said was interesting to him. He would probably even find her Starbucks order fascinating. But that bordered on stalker behavior.

Azriel Again, no worries! Sometimes when you’ve had a bad day, you just need someone to vent to.

Elain Exactly! Thank you for letting me vent :) This day is finally over!

There was a selfie attached to the last message.

Elain was standing in front of a big window surrounded by flowers. She was wearing a white, oversized shirt and her hair was in a messy bun. She looked tired but happy. She was giving him ‘thumbs up’ in the photo and through the window, he could see the Sidra. They were indeed in the same city. It made him both happy and nervous.

Elain Sweaty but happy to be heading home :)

Azriel received that last message when he walked through the door to his apartment. What the hell was he supposed to answer?

But then he thought back to Nesta’s words.

You would probably be cute together.

So he took a deep breath and gathered all his courage.

Azriel You still look beautiful though

He stared at his phone. Would she answer? Would she block him? Would she tell him to stop being a creep?

Elain Thank you :) What do you look like? I might have forgotten ;)

Okay. That was flirty. Even Azriel could tell that that was a flirty text message, and he was usually oblivious to such things. He quickly walked to his bathroom (it was the room with the best lighting). He checked his shirt (no stains) and mussed with his hair.

“Good enough,” he muttered, and snapped a selfie.

Before he could chicken out, he sent it to her.

Within seconds, he received a reply.

Elain Beautiful!

[todoscript]

Love Capsule

anonymous requested: Can I request a Bakugou scenario where the reader and the Bakusquad drag him out on a shopping trip and they see a whole section of vending machines and decide to check them out to see what cute, tasty or weird things they can find and the reader and Bakugou either get lost/ditched or squeezed together in a tight row but they have a good time and maybe the reader got a rare all might mysery figure and Bakugou wants it, so they they he can have it in exchange for a date?

genre: fluff pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader word count: 4.8k+ warnings: bakusquad shenanigans. bakugou cursing. pining.

author’s note: My Bakugou angst fic isn’t done yet but I wrote this request on the side. I wanted to have something to publish after not posting any written work for awhile so I did my best to get this out asap. sorry if it seems rushed! (also reposting this because the post stopped showing up in the tags).

There are only a fair bit of things Bakugou loathes more than wasting his valuable time. And that includes wasting that time by getting dragged into public places he has no desire to be, alongside the four most senseless nitwits the boy has ever had the displeasure of befriending.

It feels less like a friend group to him and more of a gathering of idiots as he watches four out of the six huddle around the aisle of vending machines across the mall. Where’s the other one, you might ask? You’re standing right next to him, sipping a bottle of sweet lemon tea dispensed to you from those vending machines.

“Ooh, look at this one!” The other girl in his squad, styling unruly pink hair, pokes a finger toward a blue machine in particular. What she finds interesting about it is that it’s absent of all buttons except a single one above the coin slot.

“Says here that you only have to pay a hundred yen for a mystery item,” Sero reads the instructions printed boldly across the surface, his grin showing his pearly whites. “Can range from food to even toys and cheap plastic jewelry.”

Popping up behind his taller friend, Kaminari squints incredulously at the sign before his eyes brighten like he’s concocted a conspiracy. “No, dude, I’ve heard of these kinds of vending machines before! They want you to think it’s some ordinary convenience vending machine, but these things actually have some super-secret big prize hidden inside!”

“Uh, no, that’s how you get your money robbed from you, Kaminari,” Kirishima tells the blonde, and yet his warnings end up floating from one ear and flying out the other. Kaminari fishes out a small stash of coins taut in between the lint balls of his pockets.

“Yeah yeah, just wait until you eat those words when I come home with a Playstation 5!”

“Why would there be a Playstation 5 of all things in there?” Ashido asks skeptically. She notes the small slot near the bottom, appearing sizable to dispense a large water bottle at most.

“Okay, maybe not an actual PS5, but probably the voucher you take to the game store to retrieve one, of course!” He waves the doubt away as he kneels and begins his succession of slotting coins in the machine until agitation eventually ebbs his features. About five hundred yen down the drain and all he’s amounted with in exchange are two Gudetama keychains, two packets of off-brand oreo cookies, and one can of that cheap instant black coffee he dislikes. Though if it’s one thing, he and the drink have in common it’s that they’re both positively bitter.

Kirishima, Sero, and Ashido all snicker wryly behind him while he deadpans at the snotty series of prizes with the skin between his eyebrows crinkled in defeat. Ashido takes this as the time to move along the row, dragging her sullen blond friend by the elbow. “Moving on! I want to get to the one with the Yakult drinks already!” She points onward and leads her compadres down the treasure trove of intriguing automated food vendors. Two of the boys press forward enthusiastically. Kaminari has to be lugged out of his brooding in order to play along.

“God, please just take me out already,” Bakugou mutters while leering his signature miffed face behind them. According to the giggle he registers chiming to his left, it seems you heard his complaints.

“Hm, not having a good time, I’m guessing?” you ask. The metallic edge of your lemon tea creases into the cushion that is your plush bottom lip. Bakugou finds himself staring there longer than he should and immediately tears his eyes away before he’s caught.

Your playful tone throws him off a beat later than he should’ve taken to reply. “Of course. I didn’t even want to be here to begin with,” he sneers with a brisk click of his tongue, crossing his arms. In a sense, he’s only telling half of the truth.

It’s true Bakugou did not desire to be here on his own accord. The squad dared to call him at the dead of midnight, when he was already tucked into bed by nine o’clock sharp and indulging in a needed rest, only to be ruefully awoken by his phone blaring across the expanse of his dorm room. The four should’ve suffered an earful from him as they tried to arrange a shopping trip of all things at that hour. However, his disinterest in the subject withered at the bait of your name casted into the conversation. Which to them was hook, line, and sinker. The cunning group of friends reeled him in at the idea that his crush would tag along. So, in the end, they got the rowdy blond to yield to the stupid shopping trip.

Though could it count as a shopping trip when four out of the six in their group were so transfixed by the weird vending machines in the place? The same four that organized said gathering to begin with? They’ve yet to cross into a single store here for crying out loud.

“If all you morons are gonna do is waste your damn money on these things, then this is a complete waste of time.” Bakugou doesn’t sugarcoat his irritation in the slightest. You still try to quell the bitterness in his tone with the saccharine that saturates your own.

“Aw c’mon, Bakugou, lighten up,” you tease playfully, pinching a small bit of the fabric on his arm to lightly urge him forward.

“You should at least try and join in on the fun with everyone—” At the turn of your head, your sentence cuts off, astonished to come across an empty space where your quartet of friends should be.

“And they’re already gone…” you say in disbelief. Your finger initially pointed in that direction falls limp. With their speedy curiosity plowing down the line of machines, the four have effectively ditched you two, leaving no trace of where they could’ve taken off for next.

The sigh from your lips lingers in amusement. “Well, guess it’s just you and me, Bakugou.”

When your eyes meet him again, you witness the scowl he glares at the abandoned space in front of the vending machine. The leer is menacing enough that if the contraption were an actual person, they might have rattled in fear, dropping down the snacks and drinks contained inside to sate his anger.

“Um, Bakugou?” you attempt to call out to him, but he’s too fixated by the peeved thoughts strewn in his head to hear you properly.

What the fuck are those dunces thinking? They planned this, didn’t they? God, I’m going to fucking kill them all! He babbles a seething torrent in his mind. Each one is more unrelenting and harsher than the last while a vein blisters prominently on his forehead.

What were the odds that going on a little shopping trip would end up with him left behind with his crush? Well, Bakugou thinks it’s absolutely none, and that this shit had to be preordained. If not, then it was just his bad fucking luck he supposes.

“—llo, earth to Bakugou Katsuki? Please send back a reply when you receive this message.”

At last, your voice surfaces, no longer drowned in Bakugou’s turbulent sea of thoughts as the hand you wave in front of him swims its way to his attention. “Huh?” He shakes his head twice to grip himself back to the matter at hand, observing in time the playful smile that curls mischievously on your lips.

“All back together I see. Good.” You start pulling on his arm and lead him in tandem with your steps. “Now let’s get going!”

Though he quirks up an eyebrow, Bakugou, weirdly enough, does not reject the way you drag him along without waiting for his response. In fact, with the other four gone, he finds it compelling that you’re taking the reins and asks mildly, “What? Are we gonna be doing some actual shopping now?”

His joke earns him your laughter resonating in melodic lilts to his ears before you leave his side to toss your empty bottle into the recycling bin. “Nope, we’re gonna be doing something even more fun, of course!” Then you resume dragging Bakugou down the walkways of the mall.

It’s not long until he questions the consecutive twists and turns he’s forced to take, having only been answered by your pursed grin multiple times.

“Hey, no more questions! Just trust me!” you quip at his refusal to be quiet and just obediently follow. The blonde can’t help it, of course, given the circumstances he’s wound himself in. Not many boys his age can control themselves if the person they like is pulling them along with as much enthusiasm as you are right now. But Bakugou is different from those other simpletons, crafting a mask to cover the elation hidden beneath with usual displeasure. Nothing but his uncharacteristic lack of annoyance and the ample glances in your direction could truly give himself away to his affections for you.

So with that, he places a generous amount of hope that you guide him somewhere more entertaining than that borefest he witnessed from the squad earlier.

But the moment you two reach your destination, he wonders if he may have accidentally misplaced that same hope down a rabbit hole instead.

“What the…” Bakugou’s words drift in the air at the quizzical sight before him. Mouth hanging open, he’s unable to conjure any sensible thoughts in time before you step in front of him.

“Tada! The Capsule Toy Gacha Room!” You spread your hands outward to present him an unhindered view of the room. It’s teeming with small capsule toy machines that line the walls, stacked on top of each other not to waste a single space inside. His red eyes squint at the assortment of bright colors painted on each machine that assaults his vision.

“Why the hell are there so many of these things?” Bakugou asks, jabbing a finger at the machines. You reply as you walk inside, “It’s the Gacha Room, Bakugou. Of course this place is gonna be filled with them.” You impart him an answer he is not at all satisfied with.

“I used to come here all the time when I was a kid! Glad it hasn’t really changed,” you say, noting the only real difference between then and now were the new toys and characters updated with the current trends. He begrudgingly trails behind you into the narrow corridors sandwiched with the machines on each side. The modest little tune you hum between your lips is a stark contrast to his disgruntled huffs accompanying his dragging feet.

Bakugou thinks being here is not any different from what the other four are frolicking about outside. This might be the worse alternative, considering you give money to a machine that grants you an item at complete random. You have no way of knowing what or who you’re going to get until the colorful sphere pops out at the bottom. And then, in an instance, your anticipation fades away when you open it and receive the character no one particularly cares about—the little charm inevitably gathering dust, forgotten in the drawers of your desk. Overall, these toy capsule machines were just gluttons devouring the money of parents whose kids always whine about never getting what they wanted.

Still, because it’s you, he stays and watches you indulge in your little nostalgia trip.

As your eyes glide down the row of toy dispensers, trying your best to decipher the items contained behind the blurry glass, you chime in, “Say, Bakugou, don’t you have any memories of gacha machines?”

Bakugou’s brows furrow in contemplation. He racks through the nooks and crannies between the crevices of his mind and recalls some standout memories. “I guess. Few of ’em were stuck in front of the arcade place near my neighborhood,” he answers, but those memories immediately begin to sour the more he looks into the details.

You don’t see how his face slowly contorts with annoyance while he plays back a scene in his head.

At the time, Bakugou had only sprouted to the young age of five years old. He’s huddled around his posse in front of the arcade he mentioned, slotting a coin inside the capsule machine that was stocked full of charms of Pro Heroes, which housed a very special limited edition prize of All Might to honor their collaboration with the famous Number One of Japan.

The boy was positively giddy at what was to come out, remaining hopeful thanks to the giant poster of All Might gazing down upon him with his triumphant grin. Yet even when his squeaky little voice hollered out a “Plus Ultra!” to reinforce his luck, he was given dirt in response.

But you know who did get that mystery All Might prize?

Deku. Fucking Deku.

Right after he had his spin of the machine, the green-haired boy stepped up, gave it a go, and got All Might on his first fucking try. To say five-year-old Bakugou was bitter would only be putting it mildly. The unbridled emotions bundled in his tiny body were just waiting to burst in an explosion.

But in the end, did he fight Midoriya for it? No, he did not. For if he did, his mother would have scolded the hell out of him, and his young self reflected in the moment that avoiding parental wrath outweighed the limited edition Mystery All Might figure charm, as sad as that sounded. So since then, he’s tried to repress that memory in the far corners of his mind.

But it seems God just desires to spite him.

“Hey, look!” You pull lightly on his shirt to capture his attention, eyes trained forward at whatever piqued your interest. Bakugou peeks over your head, and what he’s met with does not please him.

“They have a gacha machine featuring Pro Heroes here!” you shout cheerfully, walking toward it with the hem of Bakugou’s shirt in hand, who begrudgingly follows along despite a groan nearly leaving his mouth.

“Isn’t this cool?” you ask. You squat down to peer into the peculiar machine located at the very bottom of the stack. Bakugou clicks his tongue as part of his reply, hands buried in the pockets of his trousers.

“No.”

“Hey, one day they’ll be making toys and charms of you as well, Mister ‘I’m Gonna Be The Number One Hero,’” you say with a giggle, and your comment sparks a bit of pink to dust his cheeks while he looks down at you from his standing position.

He attempts to join you and your fixation on the Pro Hero capsule machine. However, when he starts bending his knees, he finds this to be a bit difficult. The more he squats down, the more Bakugou realizes they truly made this place for children and not bulky teenagers like him training in hero school. His knees and bottoms almost brush up against the plastic sheen of the machines on each opposing side.

Though he has to fidget into a particular position to get somewhat comfortable, he eventually gets there and kneels next to you.

“Why don’t we give a go at this thing?” you suggest, and he tilts his head, eyes narrowed.

“No way, these are a fucking waste of money,” he rejects.

“Hey it only costs two hundred yen!” you counter, “And plus, you might get a certain hero you want, like say... All Might?” You attempt to lure him in using his idol’s very name, but Bakugou doesn’t take the bait so easily and remains rigid in his stance.

Even if he did want to try for All Might, he’s sure his capsule is long gone by now anyway.

“Aw c’mon, Bakugou, pleaseee?” you draw out your pleas in a cute little tone that takes the blond by complete surprise. Unaware of how much power you have over him, the doe eyes and pout that paint your features make it difficult for him to maintain his hardened facade. Feeling his walls begin to melt away at the endearing sight, he ultimately grits his teeth, eyes shut as his hands rummage down into his pockets.

“Fine,” he mutters in defeat, and that smile appears on your lips once again as you lift your arms in triumph.

Pulling out two separate hundred yen coins, he promptly slides them both into the coin silt. When he hears them clank against the other change inside, he goes for the handle and gives it a quick turn. One of the capsule balls begins its journey down the machine and quickly arrives at the hatch that Bakugou lifts to retrieve his prize.

Snapping the capsule open, he’s met with Endeavor’s ugly mug, seeming even more unsightly from the low-quality production of the charm. The paint job is beyond sloppy, with the colors on the costume not depicted accurately and the figure’s pupils drawn to make him appear cross-eyed.

“Hm, you got the number one hero,” you tease, lightheartedly nudging your elbow at his sides because you know full well it isn’t the number one hero he wanted. Bakugou ignores your taunts and shoves the flame hero’s plastic face down the depths of his pockets, making sure to give it to Todoroki later just to annoy him.

“Yeah yeah, your turn, princess.” He scooches a bit to his right to let you have your go. You gladly follow, taking out the two hundred yen from your money pouch.

Bakugou remains disinterested throughout the entire process but is still attentive enough to observe how you hum those casual tunes of yours despite doing something so mundane. He also starts absorbing the cute shape of your nose and the outline of your lips from this angle. It isn’t long until he realizes how close you are in this position, to the point where he could practically smell your fragrant scent, and soon that pink hue diffuses on his face again.

Fuck, I need to stop that, he urges.

By the time he turns away, the capsule machine has begun its machinations once again.

The sizable sphere descending the hatch this time has striped patterns of red, yellow, and blue, colors that remind him all too much of a certain Pro Hero— Wait. What the fuck—

“This one looks a bit bigger than the others, don’t you think? Wonder what... Oh, hey, it’s All Might!” You go through the emotions—curiosity, anticipation, and then finally, glee.

Bakugou feels like he’s reliving those horrible memories once again as he beholds the shiny, miniature figure nestling in your palms before you lift it to grant a better view of its glory. It twists around from how you pinch it by the attached string while it’s hovering in the air. When the Pro Hero’s face turns in the blond’s direction, it’s like the inanimate object is somehow taunting him.

Compared to Endeavor’s shitty charm, All Might’s is a proper representation of who he is. The better quality plastic molded accurately into the man’s figure, the crevices between his muscles delved into displaying his well-defined physique. The colors on his costume are all correctly painted in his signature red, white, yellow, and blue. They even got the broad grin and shadowy features on his face to the tee.

Whichever company created this toy indeed did All Might justice because it looks exactly like the one Midoriya unsealed right in front of his envious five-year-old eyes.

Bakugou’s body shakes with suppressed anger. His hands clench and then unclench themselves while in conflict with his thoughts. Then, he suddenly moves toward you, darting for the charm that you narrowly pull out from his grapples in time.

“L-Lemme see!” he demands, shifting his hand around to grab hold of it for some reason. The act has you befuddled while you continue to move the toy away to evade capture.

“Huh? Why?”

“I need... to fucking make sure— OOF—”

His sputters are the last things that escape his lips before he staggers off balance due to all those hasty movements. It sends his body toppling over yours onto the floor, where your head would’ve thumped against the hard ground had the boy’s well-trained instincts not maneuvered a hand beneath it in time to cushion your fall.

Your descent to the floor is not at all graceful, wincing slightly at the impact. It’s when the pain ebbs away that you and Bakugou finally realize the very awkward position you’re suddenly both in.

Bakugou is hovering over you, body between your legs as one of his hands is cradling your head. The other is situated next to your face against the ground to keep himself upright, letting his eyes stare down at your stricken expression.

Unknowingly, you had settled your hand on Bakugou’s shoulder out of impulse during fall. The other one is still grasping the All Might figure, which is unharmed despite the abrupt movements.

Bakugou can feel your even breaths caress his lips from how close in proximity both of your faces are in this position. If any of you so much as move the wrong way, your lips would undoubtedly collide into each other. Though Bakugou doesn’t mind the notion, he isn’t going to instigate it if you aren’t willing. But the way your eyes line toward his lips, giving him a similar enamored look to the one he has right now, it seems both of you are on the same page.

Taking your mutual fixations as the sign to continue, Bakugou draws himself forward to close the distance while you rise to meet him in the middle.

And finally, he gets to kiss those lips of yours. The lips that adorn your cute face he always snuck glances at. The lips so unhinged in their playful teasing toward him. The lips he’s been so mesmerized and bewitched by throughout this chaotic excuse of a shopping trip.

And when they meet, they’re as full and soft as he imagined them to be, melding perfectly against his.

The hand he’s nestled under your head allows him to press you further into the liplock. You’re nearly enveloped in his wistful machinations, wanting to drown in the sea of his affections as your arms find their way around him.

You would’ve allowed yourself to do so, if not for the unfortunate security camera you catch in the corner of your eye from where you laid.

Your eyes widen, staggering out of their half-liddedness. You pat your hand in rapid succession against his shoulder, getting the blond to stir and separate from the kiss—an act he detests as he doesn’t want the embrace to end.

“What?” he gruffs. You point up at the ceiling, and he turns in that direction. When he detects the security camera about to automatically shift toward this particular side of the Capsule Toy Gacha Room, his face grows full of panic. He lifts himself off your body immediately.

With the two of you remembering where you are, you rose from the ground and cleaned yourselves up. You try to appear pristine as possible, without letting any suspicion about what has happened get tossed in your direction. Still, the red faces plastering both of your features are already a dead giveaway.

“I… Uh…” Bakugou’s still lost in the haze of the heated moment, unsure of what words he should utter. Much to his relief, his burden lifts when two notifications from your phones ring in sync together, diverting your attention.

When you open your phone and slide across the notice, a text message from the Bakusquad ascends onto the screen.

Mina: heyyyy just finished going through all these vending machines! you wont believe how much money we spent!!

The message follows a selfie of the four holding a myriad of drinks and snacks together in the picture. You can’t suppress your giggle at the endearing sight. Another chime sounds when a new text pops up at the bottom.

Eijirou: let’s all meet up again at that blue mystery vending machine!

“Well, you heard them,” you say while clicking off your phone, “we better get a move on.”

Bakugou relays your words back in a slow nod, following through with a rough “yeah” that cleaves his throat. The two of you walk alongside each other once again while you leave the Capsule Toy Gacha Room. Only your steps padding against the mall’s confounds accompany the quiet atmosphere established between you two—awkward and a bit unnerving.

It’s when you’ve both made it to the meet-up spot in front of the blue vending machine that you alleviate yourselves of the strained tension.

“Soooo… was there any reason you wanted to get your hand on this thing so badly?” you question, drawing out the All Might charm that led those heated events to transpire. It dangles between your fingertips and glances at Bakugou along every rotation. The blonde bounces his eyes between you, All Might, and the ground, unsure if he should admit that he was acting out of childish jealousy and bitterness.

“I… Urgh… Fuck…”

You raise an eyebrow when he fumbles with his words. He mutters blatant obscenities between every possible resolve that crosses his mind.

“Look, forget it. It’s not important,” Bakugou concludes, but you think differently, not satisfied with his answer.

“No. Tell me.”

With that weight in your tone, Bakugou realizes he can’t avoid the subject any longer. He releases a long sigh as he leads you through the infamous tale, observing how your expression grows from concerned to downright amused.

“Really? You’ve held a grudge for that long?” The laughter you initially attempt to suppress ends up bubbling from your throat. Hearing it spurs Bakugou to clutch his hands together into shaky fists.

“Look. If you know me, then you should remember I never want to lose to fucking Deku. The fact he got the All Might charm right after I got garbage fucking pissed me off!” he exclaims loud enough for his harsh words to reach a couple walking by. They spare worried glances at the blonde when they stroll past him.

“Hmm…” you muse in thought. Bakugou can tell by the glint rising in your eyes and your tone that you’re up to something again. “I can give you mine if you want. But only for a very small price.”

He quirks an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “And what would that fucking price be?”

The smirk prominent on your pretty lips widens while you teeter your weight to your tippy-toes in front of him.

“A date. Just a single date will suffice,” you tell him, and Bakugou’s caught off guard by how simple the offer is. His delayed response has you leaning forward, appraising him for an answer.

“Well..?” You wave the charm before his eyes by the thin string as if to hypnotize him. But in all honesty, Bakugou knows that sweet smile of yours and luster in your eyes is all you need to have him wrapped around your finger.

His playful smirk surfaces his lips. He provides his answer by snatching the figure right from your dainty fingertips.

“You got yourself a deal, princess.”

You happily clap your hands together. “It’s settled then! We’ll have a date here at the mall next week!”

“Hah?! Why the fucking mall again?!”

“Because we didn’t do much here anyway, so I say we should give it another shot together next week!”

“What? And go shopping? I don’t wanna be your bellboy the entire time—”

“Mom! Mom! Look at that boy’s All Might toy!”

You and Bakugou are both surprised by the new, high-pitched voice that enters in the middle of your riffraff. Your eyes trail along to sound and come face-to-face with a young boy staring at the toy in Bakugou’s hand.

“I want one too!”

Unable to control his gloating, Bakugou dangles the charm next to his face.

“Yeah well, too bad, kid. It’s mine so f—”

“Bakugou,” you warn. You halt the obscene words from entering the boy’s ears and avoid giving his mom a hard time.

“Argh… I mean... scram!”

You almost smack yourself. You can’t believe Bakugou has the guile to argue with a child at this age.

Though he forgoes the curses, that doesn’t make Bakugou’s words sound any less harsh. As a result, the kid pouts. He pouts hard. His eyes start to become glassy, lining the edge of his lashes with droplets. Recognizing her child on the verge of breaking out into tears, the mom acts quickly. She’s by his side, patting his back.

“Sweetie, why don’t you go to that blue vending machine over there and see if you can get a toy too,” she cheers him up instantly, dropping a hundred yen coin down her son’s small palm.

“Okay, mom!” he responds, gleeful again.

He dawdles over to the machine with purpose in his steps, inserting the coin, and pressing the lone button on the mystery vending machine.

You and Bakugou don’t perceive any noise emitting from the machine, and yet the little boy is putting his hands into the slot to pull something out.

“Mom, why did the machine give me a paper that says PS5?”

Both of you go rigid. Kaminari is not going to be happy hearing about this.

[charlidos]

I want to apologise for this post upfront; first because it has Machida/Akaso content (I’m not saying anything, I’m just intrigued). And secondly because if you haven’t seen their Magic Hour it won’t make sense (I so wish they’d make it available with subs - I’d pay again for that!). Also, sorry for being too wordy... (I really need an old-fashioned blog with room for lots and lots of words and discussions!)

But here goes: I want to talk about three things (+bonus) that happened in the live which I find particularly intriguing.

1. When they are asked if they’re like their characters, Akaso does this thing where he starts answering, saying (I paraphrase) “We’re not very alike. Right?” And he turns to direct his answer and question to Machida, who answers with an amused (and rather sceptical but indulgent) “Mmmm.” And after a pause, “But you’ve become more and more like him, right?” (not sure about the tempus here, if it’s “you became” or “you’ve become”). And everybody laughs.

So what is the deal here? Why is Akaso asking Machida if he’s like Adachi? Does Machida know that best? Wouldn’t Akaso himself know better? And Machida doesn’t seem to agree, either. He’s basically saying, well, aren’t you really? Making me wonder in what respect they’re talking about. Did Akaso become more and more like Adachi in the way he felt about Kurosawa/Machida? It’s just quite intriguing to me, this exchange.

2. When they’re asked what kind of flowers they like, Machida first just repeats the word “suki” (like) in a way which I find quite odd. He rather calmly, but very forcefully just says "suki!” while looking straight at Akaso (I think). He might have intenteded it as a question, as in  “you mean what flower I like?”, but that is not at all how it sounds. There’s no question mark in how he says it. It’s like he just wanted to say “suki!” at Akaso or something. It’s very intriguing. And it just sounds more odd the more I watch it. I feel it’s quite telling to watch Akaso’s reaction too; because as Machida is saying “suki!” he starts smiling, rather amused and maybe a little taken aback. Like, what are you saying? And on the inside “aww!”. Hahaha.

3. (See gif!) After they both were electrocuted by that pen, and Machida is over his painful experience (and Akaso is still wiping his eyes from laughing), he weirdly starts talking about how amazing Akaso’s reaction to the buzz was and how much he likes the way Akaso moves. I have no idea how his brain works here, why does he all of a sudden feel it’s so important to talk about the amazing movements of Akaso before (and what’s so amazing about it? I don’t get it. Haha). I’m guessing he just found them cute. But anyway, my favourite bit is while Machida is gushing over Akaso’s moves, he imitates how Akaso was moving his shoulder. And Akaso is watching (and still wiping his eyes) and does the same movement again, imitating Machida’s imitation. The look on Akaso’s face, and his little shoulder roll, I don’t think he’s even aware he’s doing it. I’m not sure, but I have a feeling that his tears from laughing did turn into tears from being moved. He’s such a darling, sensitive soul.

Bonus: Akaso said he wants to do an action movie with Machida, where Machida is the boss who shoots and kills Akaso in the end. Machida warms to the idea and seem to envision them travel around the world, chasing each other. Akaso’s idea is a little off-beat... (he says himself he is a bit weird. haha). But when Machida talks about travelling the world together, well, it makes sense, eh? (Please universe, let these two act together again! I don’t need more Cherry Magic as long as I can see them working together.)

This really was a lovely, well-executed live show. Well worth the money spent! They’re having a Blu-Ray event too, it seems, no details yet. But the people who can watch are only those who have bought and received their Blu-Ray discs. And while I gave in and ordered one (I feel like I want to pay for a few things in this fandom) it surely won’t arrive in time. Sadly. Anyway, there’s that and the bonus material to look forward too. Also, there are new magazines with Akaso and Machida praising each other. And seems Cherry Magic won another award! TV Life something something.

Again, forgive this self-indulgent post. But please, feel free to indulge in improper discussion here (I love disucssions!). There is a Disqus option. Just saying.