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mobbu-min · 1 month ago

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☆ yummy in my tummy ☆

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After reading the pretty boy fics, I got to ask: "How would the dorm leaders (and the rest if you want to write about them) react to being given food from the reader (who cooks and bakes god tier food) who is concerned for their wellbeing?" - anon Headcanons for Dorm Leaders with an s/o who loves to spoil them with delicious homemade meals, sweets and snacks. - anon Could I request something domestic? Housewardens with an s/o that cooks for them almost everyday? -anon

a/n I decided to combine these three requests! I'm not sure if there were anymore of the same variety, so if I missed it, I'm sorry T^T Gonna split this into three parts, so keep an eye out for the other two! I wanted to keep this vague, i didn’t mention any type of specific food, but make it known, i am craving tamales so badly

included: grim, all of heartslabyul and savanaclaw

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Ramshackle <3

⋆ He eats your food every day. Your best customer is the one and only GRIM THE GREAT! Food always tastes good to this little guy, but food made by you? Top tier! Nothing could beat it (the overblot stones probably could) He’s a pain in your ass when you're cooking/baking, constantly trying to get a nibble from your ingredients. His hungry ass is just too impatient. After a long and hard day, all he wants is to lay back and eat some tuna and one of your sweet treats for dessert. It's the best way to end his day.

Heartslabyul <3

⋆ You see once you start cooking for them, you’re not going to stop. Cater and Ace make sure of it. They all love your cooking! They feel so loved and cared for with each dish you lovingly made for them. Does this contribute to their ever growing feelings for you?

⋆ Yes, yes it does.

⋆ Riddle was kinda on edge by it. Not because he thought you were a horrible cook, he’s tasted Ace’s cooking before, but because he didn’t understand the warm feeling in his chest. Riddle’s mother never cooked, instead she had chefs cook the blandest (healthy, she claimed) foods for them both. He’s never felt the warmth and comfort from a home cooked dish. Trey is an excellent cook, and even better baker, but it’s Trey. You were different, always had been to him. Riddle almost moaned at the taste of the different spices and flavors that exploded in his mouth. This boy has never tasted so many all at once. It was truly an eye opener. Riddle asks if you could teach him some recipes.

⋆ So relieved. Trey is just the epitome of a parent finally sitting down after a long day when you come to help in the kitchen or bring containers of food. Trey finds himself visiting you at Ramshackle more often, with the intention of learning or cooking with you. But ends up with you ushering him to sit down and you’ll be back with some fresh soup. He really does appreciate your presence, everything about you is so comforting and lively, so you making amazing food is an added bonus. Loves to learn about different foods from your world, even more so any type of pastry/sweet! Considers asking if you want to do a bake off, but decided not to, because he knew everyone would choose you. (he would do the same tbh)

⋆ If you didn’t have a magicam account dedicated to your cooking before, well now you do! Cater will take photos of every dish you made, going on a long rant on how this is the most delicious food he’s ever eaten. If you let him, he'll post pictures and videos of you cooking/baking on the account. The account is as comforting as your food. Ofc, he has tons and tons of photos and videos on his phone of you. Cater looks forwards to whatever you make, but is especially touched when you bake something that isn’t incredibly sweet or something entirely different then what you made the others. It makes him feel special.

⋆ Ace didn’t consider himself a picky eater, at least not until he ate your food! Boy will not leave you alone. He's constantly begging you to make him food and treats. Saying 'you just killed a poor starving boy, gootbye-' and just crashes onto you. Ace just really enjoys your cooking and he melts whenever you bring him food without him asking (begging). He’s the type of person to sit on the counter and talk while you’re busy doing things all around the kitchen. It briefly reminds him of his own childhood. It’s oddly domestic that it sikes him out for a moment. But then he glances at you and suddenly that feeling is replaced with a warm fluttering feeling in his chest. (don’t question the blush on his cheeks ofc)

⋆ Deuce isn’t one for taking photos but every thing you’ve ever made him has been instantly snapped and sent to his mom. (who loves knowing that her darling son is eating well) He’s not as obvious as Ace, but Deuce tries to slyly suggest that you make him more food. And of course, he’s more than willing to help. Again, unlike Ace who sits and talks, Deuce follows you around the kitchen like a duckling, patiently awaiting your orders. He wants to be helpful! Will gladly take anything out of the oven and carry any heavy materials. Will crash if you hold up a spoon for him to taste test. Isn’t this romantic? He asks himself as he shakily takes the spoon into his mouth. Omg, and if he sees you do your own taste test with the same spoon? Oh sevens, help you both.

Savanaclaw <3

⋆ Another group that doesn’t let you stop cooking/baking for them. But at least you have free access to a buttload of money and two very eager helpers (for very different reasons)

⋆ Leona isn’t a stranger to good, probably excellent, cooked meals. He’s a prince, duh. But when it’s a meal cooked by you? Everything that he’s eaten up til now is straight trash. Pride is one way to describe how he feels, quickly followed by smug. Of course, you’d dedicate your time and energy to cook him a meal. And of course, you poured your love into every step. He’ll eat practically anything you give him, though he will side eye the vegetables and discreetly give them to Ruggie. As for sweet things, he’s not a big fan of sweets. I feel like he’d like savory flavors, maybe a little bitter or maybe a little tart. Or perhaps something with subtle flavors but a hearty texture. I’m just speculating of course, so it’s always a hit or miss when it comes to baked goods with him. Though, don’t worry, nothing you make goes to waste. Ruggie is always ready to swoop in when needed. And as mentioned before, Leona knows ingredients can get spendy, so he’s more than willing to hand you his credit card.

⋆ Speaking of credit cards, Ruggie just always happens to be in the same vicinity when that black card hits your hands. Ruggie wouldn’t call himself the greatest chef, but he is resourceful. With everything you cook, Ruggie shows you how to get the most out of your ingredients. He even shows you some low-budget/free ingredients you can find all over campus and how to make it. Ruggie is honestly a good person to have by your side when it comes to cooking, you learn plenty of new things and you get to share your own knowledge to someone you know will share with others. However, Ruggie isn’t someone that does something for free. So he expects to be taking half of whatever you're making back with him. On a cuter note, Ruggie practically bursts into two when you show up with a container full of warm, mouth watering, doughnuts. Judging by how fast Ruggies tail was wagging, you were afraid that he was about to fly up into space.

⋆ Despite his tendencies to try to keep his emotions to himself, Jack really does appreciate the effort you put in to make his meals protein pack and nutritious. And while he’s not the greatest cook, Jack helps the best he can in the kitchen. Though, he’s a little clumsy (if his culinary crucible says otherwise, no it doesn’t) but he’s eager! Jack is a quick learner so it doesn't take him very long to get the hang of things. Definitely subtly brags about it to the other first years. But if any of them dares to mention how fast his tail is wagging, he gets all pouty with embarrassment. I definitely suggest keeping it to meals and not sweet. Jack is not a sweet guy at all. Though he might indulge if you give him puppy-dog eyes.

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ckret2 · 3 months ago

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How did you come up with your human Bill design?

I described my goal in the first post I made about his design:

After seeing dozens of tall dapper skinny white twinky anime boy Bills, I wanted a design that matches none of those words. My other two goals were to use the show’s art style; and to lightly pay homage to Alex Hirsch’s “canon” human Bill with the triangle body… except not deliberately hideous.

My unspoken final goal was "and I'm gonna make him damn good looking."

All the colors were sampled from Bill & Bipper, except his skin (which I sampled off a background character and tweaked until it looked good with the yellows) and his gold tooth (which I sampled off of Ergman Bratsman's).

On top of the fact that I was tired of specifically white dude Bills, brown skin tone was chosen because of the emphasis on Bill's interactions with ancient Egypt; I wasn't sure at the time how much of an influence I was gonna headcanon he had on the region, and it woulda felt weird depicting Egyptians bowing down to a white dude. (And then I decided to deemphasize his influence on Egypt almost completely lol.) It woulda been more accurate to go darker, but I was worried it would start to tilt his design into Nyarlathotep-esque Creepy Pitch-Skinned Mysterious Demonic Threat From The Orient racist territory, especially when he's already got demon eyes.

The triangular torso is the most important part of his design, I usually draw an equilateral triangle in the sketch layer and then pad it out.

If I were a better artist a year ago, I would have given him a double chin so his head+torso together would be triangular. But when I tried, I couldn't figure out a way to draw it that looked appealing instead of like a mean fat joke. So I took the coward's way out and gave him a skinny neck with a vaguely triangular chin, and now write him complaining about having a neck every few chapters.

I think the skinny neck, thinner face, noodle limbs, and typical baggy hoodie fooled people into assuming he's skinny. I figured out a way to draw a rounder face with less neck that looks more appealing to me than the original face, so I do that now. Can't do anything about the noodle limbs tho, those were chosen to match Bill's canon noodle limbs.

I went for a hoodie instead of the typical suits you see on human Bills for two reasons.

One: several years ago I had an OC I'd conceived of as a dumb kid who'd given Bill permanent standing permission to use her as a puppet, and when letting Bill take over she'd hide her human features by wearing a hooded poncho and tying a blindfold with an eye on it over the hood, and that idea stuck with me.

And two: for the story I came up with this design for, the premise is that Bill's been recently unhappily stuffed in a human body and dumped on his enemies' doorstep. So, he doesn't have the freedom or money to get fancier clothes; he's too depressed over being stuck in a human body to care much about his human appearance; and he's most comfortable in something that obscures his human anatomy and reminds him of his real form. If he was rich, free, and able to ditch the body any time he wanted, he'd be wearing suits.

#anonymous #ask #bill cipher #human bill cipher #gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #fanart #my art #reference #bill goldilocks cipher #(might use this as part of an updated character design sheet?? i've been meaning to replace the old one)#(Edit: HOW THE FUCK DID THIS POST GET TAGGED WITH HAZBIN............ tag deleted. tumblr why)

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beneathsilverstars · 3 months ago

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been doing research on writing plural systems for sif+loop in mundane modern aus, and i think i've got a solid idea of what i want to do! specifics may vary by au but i wanted a base set of headcanons to vary from, so sif+loop being a system can be a background fact of my au musings instead of something i have to reinvent every time.

(i'm a singlet so if any systems have concrit or thoughts they want to share i'd be happy to hear it! i'm not like planning a fic or anything currently, but it's still nice to not be working off of misconceptions for my silly little posts.)

siffrin took over as the main host in their late teens and doesn't remember anything from before that. in their early-mid 20s their work/housing situation was horrible and when they couldn't take another day like that, siffrin split into loop (who kept the mid 20s memories, with a new personality) and siffrin take two (who remembers the 17-20 era a bit better, but then there's a big gap). between the two of them they were able to cope better and hold a not-as-awful job and get a shitty apartment all to themselves!

siffrin fronts more often on average, because they're better at quietly accomplishing day-to-day tasks. but if he gets too overwhelmed or anxious (think their mini loop-backs in canon) then loop takes over, bc loop dgaf about some of the things siffrin worries about, and doesn't shut down as easily. but since they don't bottle up their feelings as severely, they're more likely to react outwardly and make rash choices like quitting their job, being rude, splurging on little treats, etc. so that's why siffrin is the default fronter for things like work and chores, when he's feeling up to it.

loop is fairly aware of what's going on while siffrin is fronting - sometimes they choose to tune more of it out, but they can catch most of it if they want to, and sometimes siffrin will talk to them or nudge them to pay attention. since they know at least the basics of what siffrin was up to, they can usually step in pretty smoothly when they need to take over! and it's very easy for them to take over, with or without siffrin's say-so, though they try to ask if it's not an emergency (and if it is an emergency, siffrin is likely trying to back away from the front anyway).

when loop is fronting, though, siffrin is entirely away, dreaming in the void. loop can nudge them for a vague opinion or relevant memory, but they can't hold a full conversation and they're not aware of what loop's doing. when loop puts them in the front again they're usually disoriented and need a moment for loop to tell them what's been happening. and again, loop is the one deciding to switch; sometimes siffrin might resist getting pulled back if they're still feeling bad, or get antsy and start reaching out if they've been asleep a while or are having bad dreams, but they're not gonna react to environmental situations since they're not aware of them.

mal is in there too but doesn't front. its role is to be socially hyper-vigilant, pointing out when other people might be upset at them so the alter who's fronting knows to fix it or avoid the person. it's been around longer than siffrin, and was helpful way back then, but now that siffrin and loop have worked out an effective balance and are fairly safe, mal's behavior is somewhat maladaptive (ha!). it's not super directly aware of the outside world like loop is, not anymore at least, but it does get secondhand memories from both siffrin and loop. it actually sometimes remembers facts and details that sif and loop both quickly forgot, because maybe those details will end up relevant to spotting and avoiding future problems - but since it got the memories secondhand and filtered them through a particularly paranoid worldview, it's likely to misremember subjective interpretations as literal truth, so you gotta take its claims with a grain of salt.

it mostly hangs out in the void imagining fractals and whatnot these days, keeping an eye on siffrin while they sleep. it occasionally perks up and chimes in with its pessimistic point of view when siffrin is really upset - it can communicate better with sleeping siffrin than loop can. loop is not on speaking terms with it because they're mad that it goes behind loop's back and makes siffrin more upset right when loop is trying to shield him from the upsetting situation. but siffrin doesn't mind it bc it's just trying to help in its own way, and sometimes it is helpful to face their fears in plain words instead of avoiding them. and siffrin will sometimes ask it for help with like, puzzles, because it's good at pattern recognition.

there's also a no-longer-quite-dormant alter that presumably fronted for much of the body's childhood. they don't hang out in siffrin and mal's void, and they don't talk to anyone else within the system. but now that the system is more safe and stable, every once in a while something will catch their attention and they'll gently push to the front and start talking. as soon as their train of thought is interrupted they're gone again, and the other alters don't even remember that they got usurped for a moment, a la siffrin's bits of telling childhood anecdotes in canon. loop and siffrin have surmised that they exist, and call them the lost one.

mal has also implied that there's at least one more dormant alter, but it's from before siffrin-and-loop's time and possibly mal's as well.

if something happens that's so distressing that siffrin retreats into headspace and loop won't take over either, the body goes into dissociated autopilot. it will follow basic one-step instructions (such as "follow me" or "eat this"), speak in a couple simple scripts (such as answering "how are you" with "i'm fine"), and complete rote tasks such as taking a familiar route home from work or going to bed. loop doesn't pay much attention because that would defeat the point / put them back in front, so they usually have very little if any idea of what happened in this state, but it is possible for outside events to catch their attention enough for them to try fronting again. otherwise they'll be back next time the body wakes up. siffrin, on the other hand, usually won't front for at least a day or two after this happens, and will likely have forgotten the events leading up to it as well.

it doesn't happen very often since it's the very last resort, after siffrin dissociating, loop taking over, and loop dissociating. loop and siffrin don't consider the autopilot an alter because it doesn't form memories, have emotions or opinions, or interact in the headspace; it just follows where it's led, by habit or outside influence. loop has argued in favor of trying to imbue it with more personhood so it's less uncanny for other people to interact with and can get loop's attention when the distressing thing is over, but siffrin argues that if it can think that defeats the point, and they'd just end up with this new alter and a new autopilot.

past all that, the specifics will depend on the exact au; particularly the ratio of loop time to siffrin time will depend on how much siffrin works and how awful their job is, whether siffrin and/or loop have friends yet, etc. but i think when they're doing pretty well they'd be happy with siffrin doing work/chores and most of the activities that they both enjoy (since then they'll both remember it), and loop fronting for maybe a third of their free time to do their own thing, and maybe here and there if something goes wrong at work. and then if siffrin starts feeling burnt out, they swap for a couple days of loop doing most things and siffrin just coming out for an hour or two. siffrin and mal probably talk maybe a couple times a month, unless siffrin is really going through it, in which case they might talk a lot for a couple days. it also might be possible for mal to eventually adapt a little more to being safe, and start providing a wider range of possible interpretations instead of just the worst case scenario.

ok that's all! and as i said, i'm totally open to feedback. :3

#wow it's so easy to lock in on draft posts bc tumblr doesn't show me notes while i'm in my draft #i haven't checked my dash/notifs since i first caught up for the morning four hours ago...#anyway yay now i can really start building my coffee shop au!#isat #siffrin #loop #isat spoilers #thoughts #thoughts about siffrin #thoughts about loop #thoughts about siffrin & loop #café chick #thoughts about siffrin et al

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obsessivestar · 3 months ago

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'What If It's All A RomCom?' - a Ted Nivison x Reader.

!! This is Chapter 2! Here's Chapter 1 if you're interested! !!

{{-Story Description: You're a youtuber with a fairly decent following deciding to help your good friend Tanner with a minor film project, with you set as the leading lady. When the actor for the male lead is a no show, Ted takes up the role himself. One problem: This short film's a Rom Com, and you just met the guy.-}}

//18+, Def gonna be some smut. Reader is implied to be afab, under 5'5 and has specifically named friends, all who have no real connection to Ted.

This story will be in multiple chapters. Also gonna post this on Wattpad and Ao3 (when I figure them out LMAO) under the same username: ObsessiveStarla. Hope you enjoy :^)

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Chapter 2: Is It That Sweet?

Ted and I headed out into the open road once more, having to go through a suburb to get to the closest coffee joint. For some reason, I expected the ride to be a quiet one, despite Tanner sending us on this snack run for us to socialize. Truthfully, I'm a little nervous. I know I said I'd be okay with kissing someone, but I knew Conner enough to be comfortable with it. This is different.

"How long did it take you guys to get up here?" Ted breaks the silence with a harmless question, keeping his eyes on the road. I move my eyes in his direction, but I don't look directly at him.

"3...maybe 2 hours?" I answer, making a rough guess. "We left a little later than we wanted to, but we couldn't get ahold of Conner and we had to just go."

"Did you guys call him at all?"

"Straight to voice-mail, like, every hour. Kinda glad you stepped in when you did." I turn my head to Ted as I finish that last sentence, seeing a grin spread along his face.

"I want him to get that A." Ted admitted, referring to Tanner. He half-opens his hands on the wheel as he speaks. "'Haven't known the guy long, but I know this is big for him."

"How do you know him, if I'm good to ask?" I tilt my head a little. I mind as well ask him, Tanner's answer was vague at best. "You don't go to the same college."

"No no no, I graduated years ago, pretty sure he was still in high school when I did." Ted scoffed with a shake of his head. "I met him through Joe."

"And how do you know Joe?"

"OK, this is gonna sound fucking insane, but..." Ted pauses and lingers on the sentence, like he's trying to find the right words.

"He's a friend...of my friend's cousin. We met at his wedding and Joe introduced me to Tanner at his wedding."

I believed him, but was surprised to hear that. I was at Joe's wedding too, I don't recall him being there at all. "You were at Joe's wedding?"

"I didn't stay for the after party, but yes, I was."

"I was there too. I was one of the maids of honor."

"I know. I remember you."

"You remember me?"

"Yeah. That's why I said 'finally'. Joe told me about you at that wedding."

"When???" I was even more confused now.

"When you were almost late!" He laughs, glancing away from the road for a moment to look at me. "Is this an interrogation? You don't trust me now?"

"It could be!" My concern breaks into a smile. "Tanner tells me about this mysterious 'Ted' that's gonna be on set and an hour later, you're practically my hero--our hero, the crew's hero. Now I'm learning we've been in, like, the same plane of existence before but it feels like you've just...spawned in."

"'Just spawned in'?" Ted repeated, still smiling. "I'd like to think I'm just a highly observant man, thank you very much. I remember you."

Now is the moment I realize I had sat up a bit more in my seat, leaning my back against the seat once more with a bewildered expression on my face.

"So--okay." I shut my eyes for a moment, ready to really process all of this information.

"You met Joe through your cousin."

"Cousin's friend, but yes." Ted confirms.

"You met Joe at your cousin's wedding, through his friend."

"Yes."

"Then you went to Joe's wedding."

"Yes."

"You saw me, and you met Tanner at Joe's wedding."

"Yup."

"And that's how you know everybody."

"You-You nailed it. Right on the coffin."

The first thing I do is start laughing, putting my face in my hands. Ted's laughing too, his eyes closing slightly as he does. He takes one of his hands off the steering wheel to run his fingers through his tall hair.

"I fucking told you it sounds insane!" He chuckles, glancing at me again. "I should just start lying and say we met in college, Jesus fucking christ."

"I'm glad you didn't lie! I just--oh my god, why is that so funny?" I wipe my eyes, trying to hold back the urge to continue laughing. I'm such a giggler. I'm the type to want to keep laughing about a joke that was told a good 5 minutes ago. "Why the fuck don't I remember you?"

"I don't fucking know! Maybe--Maybe, yknow, maybe it was just a long fuckin' dream I had and I'm really just lying to you. I don't know."

Ted and I are all smile's now, taking a couple minutes to come down from all the laughing. I don't even quite understand why that was so funny to me. Maybe it was the way he explained it all, or the way I tried reiterating it back to him. It did truly sound crazy, to an extent, but I believed him.

What I almost couldn't believe was that he remembered me. Why would he be able to remember me from the ceremony, but not actually come to meet me like he did Tanner? Tanner wasn't even the groom's best man, he wasn't up there with us. Before I had the thought to ask Ted, we pulled up to a Dunkin' Donuts drive-thru and got in line. Of course, it being the morning and all, there was quite the line-up.

I take my phone out to start getting everyone's order written down in my notes so I can pass the phone to Ted when we're at the speaker. "Have you been on many film sets?" I asked Ted, setting my phone down next to me.

"Oh yeah. I've helped make stuff before. Music videos, other short film's..." Ted, Tanner and I had talked briefly about each other while we were waiting for Conner to get back to us, so we knew about each other's respective channels.

"Is there, uh..." I paused, once again feeling a sense of embarrassment. "What's it all gonna be like? Filming I mean. It's not usually all done in order, right?"

What I was really trying to ask is: 'When are we gonna have to kiss?', but no way am I phrasing it so plainly.

"It all depends on how the director wants to do it." Ted explains, moving up a bit in the lineup. "We only have that set for about 3 weeks, so any scenes that need to be filmed there will have to be done pretty much immediately. Anything that's shot outside will be shot...out there." He pauses with a chuckle. "And then, yknow, everything else is just...after."

So that means one of the first scenes may be a kissing scene. Great. Wonderful.

We finally move up in line enough to be able to order everything. I hand Ted my phone so he can read off every order to the speaker, handing it back to me once he was done. He drove up to the window and was told he'd need to park, looking at me with a smirk before pulling away from the building to find a spot. As Ted drove around the parking lot, I thought about YouTube again. While Ted's channel had mostly grown during the pandemic, mine only started to grow within the last couples months after I was invited to this big collab creators like Eddy Burback and Jakey. I've become pretty good friends with a lot of the guys in the 'Commentary' corner of YouTube, I'm becoming as close with them as I am with my personal circle.

Huh. Kind of strange that I'm friends with Ted's friends and he's friends with mine, but we've never really met up until now. Small world, I suppose.

Ted found a decent spot to park in, slowing the truck down before putting it in park, finally able to take his hands off the wheel with a sigh. "Might wanna let Tanner know we'll be a while." Ted spoke, taking his seat belt off to better relax in his seat. I take out my phone to send a quick text to Tanner, letting him know we had parked and were just waiting.

There's a moment of silence after I set my phone down again. I can't think of anything to say, Ted is relatively quiet. I'm trying to think of a topic to turn to, but the pressure to speak completely blanks out my mind. It's unlike me.

"You're...okay with me doing this, right?" Ted speaks up, settling his elbow up on one of his armrests as he turns to look at me.

"Hm?"

"Taking Conner's place." He clarified. "I feel like I've just kind of...inserted myself into this, like...without your permission."

"I...don't think you need my permission, you needed Tanner's, right?"

"Well yeah, but I'm not...potentially gonna be locking lips with Tanner."

'Potentially'. I focus on that word in particular. Yes, he hasn't read the script. He doesn't know.

"I mean, I don't know, I'm just guessing." Ted added a humorous rasp to his voice, shrugging his shoulders up with his hands out.

"There's...a few." I admit with a bashful smile. "But I mean, he's there if you want to."

"Hey, I'm not opposed to smooching up the homies." Ted jokes, pointing at me somewhat. I start laughing and fling my head back, truly not expecting such a response. Ted starts laughing too, lightening the air up a little bit.

"I've--I've been down for it before! For the good of the content, I will settle my lips upon another man, another bro, if you will!"

I have to bring myself down from the laughing fit, moving some of my hair out of my face as the chuckling slowly subsides. Oh my god, he's just so funny and...oddly charming. I can see why Tanner suggested we do this snack run together, I'm strangely comfortble with Ted. If this was really the idea, it worked.

"Look, all I'm trying to say is..." Ted let's out a last few chuckles and for the first time, our eyes equally meet each other. He's giving me a genuine smile as he speaks.

"I can...reach out to a few other friends if you'd rather...have more of a choice. I'm cool with taking a step back, I'm sure Tanner would get it."

I keep my eyes settled on his for a little while, feeling warmth rise up my cheeks once more. It's in this moment I realize there isn't a lot of space between us. We're not uncomfortably close, but enough for it to make me blush.

"I'd rather it be you." I reply truthfully, making sure to sound confident. "I was surprised when you offered for sure, but...fuck, Tanner was right to put us on this trip, I think we'd work well together."

"Oh yeah? You'd kiss me?"

I see Ted's self-assured expression waver for a moment, like he spoke before realizing how it would sound. I take the opportunity to turn my body more towards him, resting my elbow on the backrest of the seat so I can prop my head up.

"Yeah." I reply in confidence, giving him a huge grin. "It's 7 kisses. I'll kiss you 7 times."

"It's SEVEN times!?" Ted sits up more in his seat to turn to me as well.

"Yeah! There's a fuckin...the first one is us playing spin the bottle with a bunch of other people."

"Oh my god, it's--you know we'll have to kiss more than 7 times, right? It has to--" He pauses to laugh "It has to look right!"

"That's fine! You're the one that said you'd 'kiss the pretty lady'!" I try to mimic his strong voice as I quote what he said back on set. Ted furrows his brows and rolls his eyes, looking down at his steering wheel. I raise a brow as he seems to glide his tongue along the front of his top teeth, opening his mouth to cackle.

"I did say that, didn't I?"

"You did. 'Pretty lady' here heard it."

Ted shakes his head again and mouths what looked like 'fuck' to himself. Before the conversation could continue, an employee of Dunkin Donuts knocks on Ted's window, completely startling him. I let out another little laugh as he rolls down his window to get all of the food, moving the bags of food to the backseat, putting most of the drinks in the cup holders he had available and handing me the rest to hold. He thanks the employee before rolling his window back up, letting out a huff before putting his seatbelt back on.

"Well, yknow what, I said what I said."

Ted smirks to himself, starting the truck up again. As I put my seatbelt on, he turns the radio on. Big mistake.

🎶'Now he's

🎶thinkin' bout meee, every night ohh,

🎶is it that--'

He turns the radio off.

I smile to myself and turn my head to look out my window, resisting the urge to laugh. Cute.

The first half of the ride back is quiet, only it doesn't feel awkward this time. I'm okay with it. I'm content, maybe even a little excited to get back. I can't bother to convince myself it's not because of Ted. Whether he meant to be or not, he was incredibly sweet and reassuring on this ride. Any doubts or worries I had about him taking Conner's spot had practically melted away.

"I suppose we've got good news for Tanner when we get back, eh?" I speak up, turning my head away from the window to look at Ted. He glances at me and lightly shakes his head, scoffing with a smile. "You're gonna let that slip up go to your head, aren't you?"

"'Slip up'? Awe.." I playfully pout at him "You don't think I'm pretty anymore?"

"Pretty fuckin' obnoxious."

"Ooh! Such harsh language, Teddy!" I put on an old-timey mid-atlantic accent, moving a bit away from the window. "That's not very becoming of a future star in the romance genre!"

"I'm gonna fucking pull this truck over and make you walk back, you fucking...prissy little passenger princess."

"With all the drinks in my hand?"

"You've got four. Four people not having their drinks would be worth it."

"You wanna watch the princess strut down the street?"

"No I wanna watch you trip and fall on your fucking..." I pauses for a bit longer than he probably meant to.

"My...pretty lady face?" I complete his sentence for him, shooting him a winning grin.

"I fucking hate you."

I break into joyful laughter as Ted tries to hold back a chuckle, making sure my grip on the tray in my lap is steady so I don't spill any of it. Bashful is a good look for him.

Finally we get back to set. Ted parks his truck exactly where he parked it before we left and gets out with me to start grabbing all the food. Joe and a few members of the crew come out to help carry everything back inside. This gives me the opportunity to talk to him about everything. As soon as Ted slipped up and flirted with me in the truck, I knew I needed to tell Joe.

We separated away from the rest of the crew for a moment while the rest of the wardrobe team got Ted into a different outfit for the shoot. I give Ted a quick little wave and he shoots me the middle finger with a mocking smile. Asshole. Joe and I decide to hang out by the top part of the stairs leading up to the second floor.

"He did not fucking say that." Joe gasps at me, giving me a look as if I were making it up.

"Dude, and he like...he was SO embarrassed after, I could tell."

"Ted did not fucking say 'you'd kiss me'"

"I swear to God!" I laugh quietly, getting shushes from Joe to keep it down. "You think I'd make that shit up? And!--And later, after he was all shy and shit, he tried to turn on the radio and 'Expresso' started playing and I've never seen a man turn the radio off SO FAST."

"Jesus christ..." Joe rests the side of his hand on his forehead, a dumb smile on his face.

"What's with you not telling me about this guy?" I ask Joe, turning more to him. "He was at your wedding! He met Tanner, but not me? What did you say to him?"

"I didn't want you two fucking!" Joe chuckled, getting a light but friendly smack on the shoulder from me.

"You're bullshit."

"I'm joking! Look--I didn't tell him not to approach you or anything, but like, I don't know, he didn't ask about you after the ceremony. He just left."

"Why did he leave before the party?"

"He had other plans, I guess. He didn't know anyone else there anyways. Dude would've just...danced by himself."

"Could've danced with me."

"He's literally right down there, (Y/N), go ask him why he didn't."

I take a peek over the railing to see Ted's new outfit being adjusted by the wardrobe team, watching as they were trying to decide whether or not to tuck the shirt in. He had a plain white tee on and some brown slacks with a leather belt around it, now with his glasses off and in his hand. I'm still surprised I didn't notice him at the wedding. Maybe I was blind, that's a fine looking dude, I feel like I would've remembered him.

I suppose my gaze was a bit too fond looking, as Joe's smile fades a little.

"(Y/N), I wouldn't do that..." His tone suggests he's worried about me.

"Do what? Look at him?" I joke, giving a light scoff.

"Not like that. This happens all the time."

"What happens all the time?"

"Cast members hooking up. It doesn't end well."

"Oh my god, Joseph, I'm not planning on hooking up with anyone"

"No no no, it literally happens like, all of the time. I'm serious." Joe clears his tone, setting his now empty cup beside him. "People that play love interests together will end up mixing the feelings, like they'll think on camera chemistry is real chemistry, and it ALWAYS ends badly."

"Isn't most of that faked for PR or whatever?"

"That would be worse! I'm just--I trust you, (Y/N), I'm just telling you, as your friend: don't fall for this guy. Don't even sleep with him. I'm serious."

I search Joe's face for any signs of this being a bit, but there's nothing. I don't know who he thinks I am in this moment, I just think Ted's a little cute, I'm not about to pull him into my chambers like some work siren. I've worked with a lot of male youtubers. I consider most of them to be great friends, I've never developed feelings for ANY of them and I'm certainly not the type to jump into bed with a dude because he smiles and twinkles his eyes at me.

I break the tension with a disregarding laugh, rolling my eyes. "Maybe I'll sleep with him just to spite you."

"(Y/N), I'm--"

"I know, I know, you're serious." I interrupt him, scoffing again. "I won't sleep with him."

"You're sure? You're gonna make sure you don't catch feelings for this guy?"

"'Catch feelings'..." I mutter in disbelief, snickering into my cup as I finish the last drop. Joe's silent, I guess he's looking for a genuine answer. I set my empty cup down and look at him, straight in the eye.

"I am not going to 'catch feelings' for Ted Nivison."

"You're sure?" Joe asks again, getting another eye roll from me.

"I'm sure!" I insist, the pitch in my voice elevating slightly. I can't tell if I sounded defensive or something, but it's a good enough response to get Joe to finally drop it.

I don't know why I'd sound defensive, I don't intend to catch feelings for anyone here.

I mean it. My feelings? Sealed. Shut tight. Buried in the hatch, if you will.

No one's catching those feelings. Not him.

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#ted nivison x y/n #ted nivison #ted nivison fanfic #ted nivison x you #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison x yn #youtuber x reader #youtuber fanfiction #jschlatt #AllARomCom

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quibbs126 · 8 months ago

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Oh yeah, so I’ve been actually coloring my stylized versions. This is just what I have so far on the page, but I still felt like sharing

First we have Dark Cacao and Choco, obviously, since they were what started it and they’re my faves

I feel like I should mention, I said previously that they were gonna be monochromatic, specifically greyscale, with the eyes (and probably gems) being the only pop of color. I did that, and then sent it to a Discord group I’m in, but then someone there told me “hey maybe don’t color them as grey”. To be fully honest, I’m still not entirely sure why (note that I’m white and also tend to live under a rock when it comes to real world stuff), but I do vaguely recall some people being upset that Fettuccine when she came out had a somewhat grey dough color, so I assume there’s some sort of negative connotation around coloring black people with grey skin. Yeah I’d say this was a case of me not thinking before I do something, which is pretty common for me tbh. So I decided to instead make their colors purple and red monochromatic (outside of the hair), and that person on Discord said it looked a lot better

I probably didn’t need to tell you all that, I could have just said I decided to make them purple and red and avoided saying that I did that, but I don’t know, I felt like I should? I don’t like being dishonest (unless it’s my parents)

Also Dark Cacao and Choco’s eyes are white as a partial reference to the Shadow Milk puppets

Anyways, so on to Golden Cheese and Black Raisin

I mostly drew them because on Twitter, there’s someone who ships the two of them and she’s been liking my art, so I thought to draw them. Well I was already drawing Golden Cheese, but I drew Black Raisin too because of that

They’re triangles because birds, and also because Golden Cheese has the triangle Soul Jam

To be perfectly honest, I feel like Golden Cheese didn’t turn out that well. Or at the very least, she looked better in the rough sketches. Maybe it’s because I don’t draw her that much

Golden Cheese was the one I probably took the most liberties with design wise, but color wise she stayed mostly the same. It’s mostly because how her face is drawn, meaning you only see one side of it, and her colors kind of just work as is with the stylization

Golden Cheese is probably going to be the only Ancient to keep her normal dough color, other than maybe Pure Vanilla

Black Raisin turned out better I think. She has sharper angles mostly because I didn’t realize until later that I should make GC sharper, but it didn’t look right. And also I think it fits with Black Raisin’s character to be sharper

Black Raisin has a lot less colors, mostly because I didn’t think she needs that many, she’s relatively simple color wise

Sorry I’m in class right now, and I’m only half paying attention to this post. I think I’ve got most everything down, so I’ll just post now

#cookie run #my art #dark cacao cookie #dark choco cookie #golden cheese cookie #black raisin cookie #stylized cookies #honestly I’m having a lot of fun doing these stylizations #we’ll see how long it goes #and if I can eventually draw their bodies

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charmedimsure · 4 months ago

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Silent Nights

pairing: Cahir x reader

summary: After an unexpected battle, you fear that Cahir has grown to resent you

word count: 1.4k

warnings: light swearing, implied smut at the end, canon-typical violence, light spoilers for the books but I tried to keep it vague

A/N: had book Cahir in my head for this one but hopefully it works for the show too. I tried to keep it gender neutral so lmk if I slipped up anywhere A/N part 2: I wrote this so long ago and forgot to post it so i'm just gonna do it now haha

The battle on the bridge over the Yaruga had put a small stop to your mission. Most of the company had obtained injuries in the battle, but thankfully nothing too serious. Milva, however, was going to need at least a week until she could get back into the saddle. She was in good hands with Regis taking care of her, but her body needed to rest.

Everyone spent time doting on Milva, but after a day she got fed up and yelled at everyone, so it was decided that she would be left to just Regis and occasionally Geralt.

You tried to focus on preparing for when Milva could get back in the saddle and your company would be on the move again, but your mind hadn't stopped racing since the battle, one specific moment replaying in your brain over and over.

You rushed through the gap that Cahir had made through the Nilfgaardian attackers, joining the Lyrian guerrillas in defending against the Black Ones. The Lyrians had been surrounded by the Nilfgaardians, but Cahir was able to charge right through them with the horse he had taken from a Nilfgaardian cavalryman at some point during the fight.

You slashed at a soldier when someone ran into you from behind, knocking you to the ground. A Nilfgaardian officer was standing above you. You crawled backwards away from him, but your head was kicked by a heavily armored foot, making your vision spin. The officer had his sword held high, about to strike, and you were in no way ready to dodge or parry, closing your eyes to prepare for the hit.

The blow never came. With his sword still raised in the air, the battle cry on the officer's lips was hushed as he fell to his knees. You looked up to see Cahir standing behind him, his blade covered in blood. He moved to help you up when he looked at the dying officer. You watched the way his eyes widened in recognition.

"Morteisen?" he said, unable to look away from the face of the Nilfgaardian.

You could barely make out the surprised "Cahir?" that came out of the officer's mouth before he slumped over, unmoving.

You could see the emotions on Cahir's face, but before you could say anything, your vision started to turn black and you felt yourself falling into Cahir's body, the last thing you remember seeing is the retreating Nilfgaardian army and the celebrating Lyrian soldiers.

It had been days since the battle and Cahir had barely said anything, often in his own world. Ever since he had joined the group, you and Cahir had been inseparable. You both were the only two who had trouble falling asleep at night, which led to late night conversations under the stars that had become deeper as time went on, telling each other things that you hadn't told anyone before. Over the span of just a few weeks Cahir became someone who you cared for deeply, possibly more than you had ever cared for anyone. But now the nights were filled with silence.

You couldn't help but feel the guilt take over you. Cahir had killed someone he knew because of you, possibly killed a friend because you had let yourself get caught off guard.

That night while everyone helps to make soup for dinner, you sit on a log next to Cahir, helping him peel the vegetables. He looks up at you as you sat down before turning his attention back to the carrot in his hand. The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes before you speak up.

"Were you close with him?" you ask. Cahir gives you a confused look. "The officer. Were you close with him?"

Cahir takes a deep breath and looks down at the food in his hands. "Mortiesen. We joined around the same time. Trained together. He was one of the first people I met in the army."

You can feel tears well up in your eyes as you fix your gaze back on your vegetables.

"I'm sorry," you say quietly, not even sure if Cahir is able to hear you. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Cahir's confused face again. "I'm sorry that you killed one of your friends because of me. And I understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore."

His confused expression changes to one of concern. Cahir shifts closer to you and gently takes the potato and the knife out of you hands, placing them down next to his.

"Why wouldn't I want to talk to you anymore?" he asks, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger to make you look at him.

"You've been really quiet these past few days, I don't know if you're regretting killing him," you say, a tear sliding slowly down your cheek.

Cahir moves his hand to cup your cheek and uses his thumb to wipe away the stray tear. "I never imagined that would happen, but I will never regret what I did."

"You don't?" you ask, searching his stormy blue eyes and finding nothing but sincerity.

"Not at all," he says, leaning in closer so your faces are only a few inches apart. "Because if I hadn't killed him, he would have killed you."

You can see the tears start to form in his eyes. "Then why have you been so distant?"

He closes his eyes and puts his forehead against yours.

"Because I almost lost you," he whispers. "I saw you on the ground, and I saw him raising his sword to strike, and I just couldn't let anything happen to you. I was so scared that he was going to kill you."

You pull back from him a bit to look at him. You search his eyes again, wanting to make sure he means all of this.

"But your friend..." you say, barely above a whisper. Cahir takes your face in both of his hands and looks over your features.

"I would have killed Emperor Emhyr himself to keep you safe."

Your breath catches in your throat. You watch as Cahir's eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and back up, as if asking for permission. You give him a small nod, and he closes the space between you.

You've kissed people before, but never like this. Your kiss is full of desperation for each other, pouring everything you feel for each other into it. Your hands slide up to his hair while he moves one hand to the back of your neck, angling your head to kiss you even deeper. You disconnect to take a breath before reconnecting again, needing to feel each other, needing to know that this is real.

Cahir takes the hand from your cheek and drags it down the side of your body, letting it slip underneath the fabric of your shirt to roam on your skin. A groan comes out of you at the feeling of his hand on your body, and you lightly tug his hair, Cahir releasing a groan of his own.

"Hey, are you done with the veg- oh shit!"

You jump apart and whip your heads in the direction of the voice, revealing a red-faced Dandelion. You're sure that your own face is not much different from the bard's.

Dandelion opens and closes his mouth a few times as if deciding what to say before he lands on a quick "I'll just grab them later" and runs off, leaving you alone again.

You sit in silence for a few moments, processing what just happened.

"He's going to tell everyone, isn't he?"

"He's definitely already telling them."

"We're never going to hear the end of this, huh?"

"Oh, never."

You turn back to face each other and quickly fall into a mess of laughter, Cahir hugging you close to his chest.

"Well, that just means I can do more of this," he says, pulling you into another kiss. You chuckle against his lips, feeling his smile.

"I'm sorry to stop you because we've all been waiting for this, but we really need those vegetables, Milva's threatening to shoot us if we don't finish the soup soon!"

You and Cahir break apart once again with a sigh.

"We're coming!" you yell, starting to get up. Cahir picks up the skinned vegetables from his cloak on the ground.

"To be continued," he says, pressing one last short kiss to your lips before walking off in the direction of Dandelion's voice, leaving you to follow after him, trying to calm your smile and prepare yourself to be bombarded upon your return to the group.

That night the two of you sneak away from the group, and for the first time in days you don't spend the night in silence, much to the displeasure of Geralt and his sensitive witcher hearing.

#cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach #cahir #cahir imagine #cahir x reader #cahir mawr dyffryn aep ceallach x reader #the witcher #witcher imagine #the witcher imagine #witcher

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lover-of-mine · 4 months ago

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Can I submit for the buddie begins idea. Obviously it all starts in the kitchen. And maybe the back and fourth you guys are talking about is definitely the living room. But can we please have the Christopher r3lated stuff happen in there. Like Eddie sort of storms in there and vaguely gestures around. Look how weird we are, I made you gaurdian to my son 2 years after knowing you and didn't tell you for a year!!! It would be such validation for me as a viewer to get will acknowledgement!!!!

Okay, like, my plan is starting in the dining room actually, then you have Eddie run to the living room and then you have Buck chase Eddie into the kitchen. Love love LOVE living room to talk about Chris. Hear me out, we're mirroring situations. In my head, the buddie beings episode happens after one of them almost dies the episode before and it pushes Buck into action. I didn't have something specific in mind until @lesbianrobin made this post and I legit keep building my buddie begins fantasy on top of that situation. Read their post, it's incredible, but basically it suggests Eddie and Maddie in a situation and almost dying, Buck thinks he's gonna lose them both, somehow both of them make it out, but for a second when Buck sees Maddie, he thinks that means Eddie is dead, until he sees Eddie and rushes to him. So picking up from that. Don't make anything actually happen at the scene for whatever reason, like, end the episode with both of them hugging or whatever. I like this idea a lot because it makes the episode about madney too, so we're not forcing 2 episodes solely about buddie. Then we open the next episode the way I pitched the buddie begins episode, you start with Buck a bit frantic as he knocks on Eddie's door. At this point, we all know they're in love with each other and are just waiting, it's day time, Chris is at school. And we start the conversation in the dining room. Why the dining room? During Eddie's breakdown conversations happened there. So we have both of them sit down on the table to talk trauma backwards. The most recent thing, Eddie gets aggravated and starts talking about the lightning, all around those we are getting the flashbacks the way I had said to add some more context to scenes we already have. We reach the shooting. Shooting makes Buck bring up the will. Eddie then decides he can't hear Buck talk about the will as a backup plan or whatever and starts moving towards the living room where they talk about Buck's place in Chris' life. Why is that important to be in the living room? Eddie fights with Shannon about her place in Chris' life in the living room, that scene in 408 where Buck is babysitting? Living room. Eddie asking Buck to talk to Chris during 710? Living room, so your idea to keep Chris stuff there is genius. Again, all these are weaved with flashbacks to add new context to buddie moments, Buck keeps fighting about it "why did you hide it from me" and Eddie decides to run, so he goes down the hallway back into the kitchen and we get the last flashback, the one with Bobby telling Eddie about Buck while trying to poach him from station 6. We're back in the present, Buck is following Eddie into the kitchen, this is the first time they stop without something between them, through the whole thing keep something physically between them, the table, the couch, and we're in the kitchen now. The place of vulnerability. Where they listen to each other. Buck asks what does it all mean, Eddie is mumbling excuses. Buck gets tired and just says something kinda like "because it kinda sounds like you love me" and Eddie kinda looks like a deer caught in headlights "and I love you but you need to want this" Buck gets closer "do you want this?" they're close enough to touch "do you want me?" and then Eddie is reaching for Buck while nodding "yeah-i love you-just come here" and they are kissing. Bam, buddie is canon, history is made.

Yes, I've spent a ridiculous amount of time thinking about this kspakapakapkapaa I can see it so clearly. Come on 911, just hire me, I can do so much for the show.

#ugh #seriously i can SEE IT #911 #buddie #buddie thoughts #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌

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wolfsnooze · 4 months ago

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can you explain WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO HUNTER- (keep in mind I’m not in fnaf fandom)

yess ! well … vaguely …. i do wanna save a lot of the specific details for when i eventually start posting chapters of the au 🦕🫶 i was gonna go on about fnaf lore to preface it but the post was long & crashed on me & deleted what i had said so !!! thank you tumblr very awesome

but !! anyway!! my au isn’t 1:1 with the games, it takes from events and is mixed and matched with whatever i feel like doing lol. what happens to hunter …. the gist of it is that he’s been dead for a year and is possessing an endoskeleton that’s got the ripped-up fabric of his childhood wolf plushie draped over it. not a fun situation to be in, but . you know

again i wanna keep all the details of What exactly happened for when i write the story/make the comic/whatever ! i also don’t wanna say anything super specific in case i decide to change it later .. i am indecisive and still working on making everything in the story flow & make sense! i have a pretty good idea of how everything happens rn but .. just in case��

most i can say is curiosity killed the cat. or wolf in this case

sorry it’s not super insightful ! i really do have a lot in mind for the au and i don’t wanna end up dumping it all in a text post as much as i love to ramble😭

#ask #toh #fnaf #the halcyon project #au #sorry if the colored text is weird btw it helps me read/process paragraphs better😭#long post #<—i think?#medium sized post…#anon #txt

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pain-is-too-tired · 2 months ago

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Mentioned the whole Will,Drew and Jake feeling angry at Silena and Clarisse in tags of the Clarisse post reblog-

But gonna specifically focus on Jake here, because the fandom already explores Will and Drew's feelings on the matter so I wanna kinda expand on my boy.

But, something I feel like definitely would've been interesting in the books, it's exploring both Jake and Drew's feelings post titan war and Leo and Piper's view in the matter.

People already brought up with Drew's feelings on Silena being seen as wrong in the sense of the books portrayal. Why Jake's feelings on the whole thing in general is,honestly, him in a state of depression.

Like I've seen it brought up the idea of him having been fine if he hadn't made it back from trying to riegn in Festus. And I can see that, because he's completely given up by the time Leo gets there. And why I personally would have preferred that Leo and Piper not been Head Counselors or been raised to co-counselors, I can definitely see why he might've wanted to step back. Though him getting back up on his feet(figuratively and literally) as a Head Counselor when Leo comes back would've been neat.

And addressing the issues left after the Titan War being a part of that.

Because Jake lost his brother and was suddenly thrusted into leadership, only to find out that his brother's girlfriend had been the spy that indirectly led to his death. Like, I assume he probably interacted with her a bit more in some compacity with her and Beck dating, or he at least more regularly saw just how happy Beckendorf was with her. So finding that out had to hurt.

And there's some ground to explore it even in tlo. Jake is the one the bring up the spy again to everyone after the first night in BoM. Percy interacts with Jake and Silena a lot in the ch/scenes. Silena deciding to try to get Clarisse again, and Jake being the one to update Percy on the situation and seems to heavily analyze the battles of the previous night.

I think, why he never truly voice his full thoughts on it, that he was hyper aware of the spy being around. That he didn't want to go blaming others out of nowhere but also wanted to make sure what happened with Beckendorf, and later Michael, didn't happen again.

I think also,something that might've also made him more bitter, is the fact that he didn't really get anyone checking in on him in regards to Beckendorf's death. Why everyone seemed to be careful when mentioning Beckendorf around Silena.

Which, that could just be from what we see. Maybe others were making sure he was okay outside of what Percy points out, but there's nothing solid in that regard to go off of.

And grant it, part of that was Silena was a lot more openly grieving then Jake. But I could argue Jake probably felt like he couldn't openly grieve the same way. He had to care for his other grieving siblings after all. I could imagine that could grow bigger resentment with Silena being called a hero after everything.

Like, he had to take up a sudden leadership role mid war. He likely had the stress of living up to Beckendorf. He had to look after the rest of his siblings.

The only mentions of others recognizing Jake had lost a brother was in his introduction(vaguely mentioning even him being able to be amused by Clarisse and Michael's back and forth) and Jake himself in his rally cry to his siblings when they're given their assignment the first night.

Meanwhile when it's brought up Annabeth mentioning Beckendorf making the shield hesitantly, the focus is in her trying not to upset Silena. Nothing about the Hephaestus kids as well(though I'm sure they likely knew he helped make it, seeing your brothers work after just loosing him properly hurt)

I think something about Silena having(understandably) openly grieved Beckendorf, and Jake thinking back on that with bitterness because, she knew.

Which,yeah Silena was being blackmailed and all, but that doesn't make the harm her being a spy caused. And for Jake, who might've even felt they were on the same wavelength in having loved and now grieving Beckendorf, it would 100% make sense if he felt betrayed in a way. That anger just turning to apathy as he falls deeper into a depression as they struggle with the curse in his cabin.

And the different feelings about someone they never met Leo and Piper are suddenly met with. Where Piper is met with everyone but Drew defending their lost sister, which we see her somewhat internalizes as well especially with her own situation.

Vs Leo who's met with the grief and feeling of betrayal towards what led to their brother's death. There being way less doubts in Beckendorf's sacrifice being heroic, but also the sadness that it could've gone a different way.

Idk, I really was excited when I first started reading tlh and saw we were getting pov characters in fuller cabins. And especially cabins who especially are rebuilding themselves again. And it's just... not really explored. Heck, pretty sure Leo is the only one of the two who actually mentions missing his siblings. And that still isn't followed through(heck. He immediately leaves them again after he just returned to camp after dieing. He just leaves and finds another place and family as if his siblings hadn't been a wreck missing him. )

But yeah. Jake dealing with his own emotions over Beckendorf's death and how it spiraled into Apathy with his depression.

And honestly just exploring his very obvious depression in general, because my mind just met Leo and was like "Yeah I'm your Head Counselor... for now."

I might go over that in a later post because oh my gods-

Also,I love the idea of him being friends with Will, and maybe even the only one of the other Head Counselors he actually interacts well with. Part the reason why Will is chosen to show Leo to his cabin because Annabeth knew Will and Jake were a bit closer and Will probably had better time helping Leo get introduced to his older brother and other siblings before leaving them to show Leo around.

Not only had he lost a older brother in a similar way as him, but also he probably had plenty of interactions with Will with all the injuries going on.

Anyway. Jake thoughts cause he deserved better.

At least we got him being canonically queer. Gods bless him for being in the closet as well during all of that. Hdydg

#mine #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #pain rambles #jake mason #silena beauregard #cabin 9 #hephaestus cabin #leo valdez #he's been through it #but seriously ill probably talk about the whole depression bit later on cause i got lot to say on that to #tried to keep this a sibling/ more canon focused so no Michael/ Jake involvement here #maybe I'll sprinkle that in on the later post gsgdf

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cattyanon · 5 months ago

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Unwilling Chaos God Sonic AU

I've had this AU idea for awhile but the reason I never posted about it was because I couldn't come up with a design I liked, so I'm happy to say I've finally decided on something! This design literally had 3 iterations before this final 4th one, each one being quite complex.

So the story here is that sometime after Forces, while the world is still recovering, a cult worshipping Sonic as the true God of Chaos takes this opportunity to finally enact a plan they've had for awhile now: Obtain the Chaos Emeralds, capture Sonic, siphon a bunch of his never ending Chaos energy, and then infuse said Chaos energy and the Chaos Emeralds into him all at once.

The plan goes off without a hitch, but the aftermath is a whole different story. Sonic's mental state is NOT okay. He was still recovering from the torture he went through on the Death Egg and all that Chaos Energy being infused into him really fucked with his mental state. One might even say it was... chaotic.

I think I'm gonna write a little on this because there's at least one specific scene in my head I want to write.

Anyways, here's a few design notes:

I tried to make his design as uneven as possible to really capture the vibe of the energy inside him being Chaos.

The red Chaos Emerald isn't actually missing but rather it's inside his chest, right next to his heart in order to help regulate the overwhelming Chaos energy inside him. The others do too but this was specifically helps his heart.

While the Chaos Emeralds were imbued in different spots (like they literally forced the things into his skin) they did move around to better suit his new form.

He's got more than just 1 eye. Even more than the obvious one on his hand. In fact, all the diamond shapes on his tilted halo are able to act as eyes.

He can only speak out of the mouth floating atop his head, but the marks where his mouth would be can open under certain circumstances.

And as a side note, the only person he really trusts is Tails because his mental state got all kinds of fucked up and the abundance of cult members did not help. He can't help but be distrusting of others. And also Tails is the only one he can truly remember. Anyone else is a vague memory.

#sonic #sonic au #Unwilling Chaos God Sonic AU #sonic the hedgehog #angst

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acheronist · 20 days ago

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ok its after 8pm time for my nightly gladman point skeleton posting power hour. welcome to speculation city

june 1845 - sept 1845, henry making idle notes about how the expedition's going because well. yes. of course

1846 - henry gets really into bullet journaling in the first winter wherein the ships are docked in devon harbor/beechey island. also it's cold as fuck and he's starting to realize it's gonna be cold as fuck for a long while yet, and after recently rekindling a relationship Of Some Kind with tom armitage, he starts getting nostalgic about partying in venezuela when he was 23 which is funny because on one hand we have very hard ground to heave on the morrow (gravedigging, hauling to the cairn, etc) but also omgggg do you remember stuart the shipcat he was the best. that party ruled does anyone else remember how fun that nye party was!!!

april 1847 - after months of teaching his good friend tom armitage his letters (finally), tom manages to get a parody flirty smutty version of barry cornwall's 'the sea' written down after henry had recited it aloud from memory and henry is so proud about how quickly tom's taken to writing after 40 something years of adamantly refusing to learn, that he keeps the page in his wallet

june 1847 - sir john dies and henry decides to take some asides about the funeral speech, presumably under the impression that they'd get home again at some point and he could decipher it and make it presentable later. officers do seem to be dropping quite quickly though and the inclination that things might not be working out excellently starts around here.

july thru dec 1847 - the terror camp in cape felix is established and henry overhears calls that camp is clear over and over and over enough times that he thinks its worth writing down while doing his silly spiral doodles to pass the time in the evenings

spring 1848 - the crews abandon the ships for real this time and the fear that he's not getting out of the arctic alive starts to feel more and more real each day, and in a vague attempt to keep himself from being lost and forgotten to history, he writes down a frantic account of his navy career in his cleanest neatest most legible handwriting possible. for future searchers to be able to read. also, messages get passed between erebus camp and terror camp and the men are inventing fake addresses for the letters between camps for...... whimsy? missing london society? i dont know

end of 1848 - the Unwellnesses and the Agonies are really settling in amongst the whole crew but hey. at least he still has the brain power for poems written backwards.

early 1849 - powering thru this dismal ass expedition's survival attempts based on absolutely nothing but the desperate nostalgia of being young and sexy and warm. thank goodness tom armitage is still here to help him remember specific details about the clubs in the caribbean. and we are simply too tired to continue the backwards code, but no one's pawing through his personals anyways, it hardly matters

mid to late 1849 - henry dies from [REDACTED] and tom armitage takes it upon himself to carry henry's wallet and pages forward south with the expedition because it would be impossible to carry his actual physical corpse with them because everyone else, himself included, are too weak and sick for such a thing. theyve been leaving their dead behind since they were at beechey, what makes henry's remains so special and different? the survivors keep heading south along the coastline of king william island

spring 1850 - the expedition, lead by aglooka, camp briefly nearby some inuit families. they stay in one place for quite a while, and tom armitage decides they're so fucking cooked and never getting off this island. he doesn't have the supplies or means to write anything to add to the wallet, so he does his best at identifying himself by getting dressed in his steward uniform, some things that were relevant to being a steward, henry's wallet, henry's shirt with the ink stains on the cuff, and walks off to the ocean shoreline until he drops dead and falls face down with the wallet underneath his chest to keep it safe from the arctic elements

1859 - mcclintock's search party stumbles across his skeleton on accident while looking for a cairn and go WHOAAAAA ITS A SKELETON and lift the steward tools + henry's wallet out from his ribs and take them back to england to be archived

1973 - the 1st battalion rcr goes back to doublecheck mcclintock's notes and go WHOAAAAA ITS A SKELETON and lay what remains of tom out on a plywood board from a hardware store and snap some pics. then they pack him up and mail his bones to the national museum of man & then the museum loses his bones

2018 - amc gives this storyline to a 26 year old from the opposite ship who had no prior history with henry for some reason and also demotes it to a sub-sub-plot. i dont know. smashing my head through a wall.

2022 - doug stenton shows up and says hey ummmm should we be more concerned about the fact that the entire fucking skeleton went missing. let me do some research i guess

2024 - i show up and start connecting the dots while working on the facsimile project of the papers. henry's fate still unknown. tom's bones still missing in action. the actual papers hidden behind an unbearably steep paywall thats gonna take me a decade to afford. facsimile project kind of overshadowed by jfj cannibalism confirmation on the same day. i keep being crazed on my blog anyways.

ok yay

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petrichor-idyllic · 2 years ago

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HEYYY I love your work! I saw your post about the different Maze types, and one that really struck out to me was one Glader in a Maze by themselves. Could I request a Minho x Fem!Reader where they’re the one who survived in their Maze by themselves and they’re kind of a well-known badass around the Safe Haven? And he thinks he just platonically admires her until one of his friends points out that it’s definitely a romantic interest. So he ends up talking to her about it, and they share a cute first kiss? Just tons of fluff please!! 🥰 Thank you so much! I appreciate the hard work you’ve been putting into these. They absolutely make my day <3

I'm happy that you guys like my prompts lol. This is my second story based on this idea, but this one isn't gonna be as long or as complicated.

SOLIDARITY

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Movie based fic.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, Minho being oblivious to his own feelings, you're not a people person, Gladers teasing Minho.

In all honesty, Minho didn't really think there were that many interesting people around the Safe Haven.

Sure, it was fun casually flirting with some of the girls, talking to members of the Right Arm and learning about other people's Maze experiences. But, nothing really stuck out to him.

Him, Gally and Frypan did get a kick out of having actual girls to talk to. (Thomas has had enough of romantic complications for a while.) But unlike Frypan, who fell in love with every girl who looked in his direction, and Gally, who always spoke about wanting a very specific type of lady- Minho didn't actually care that much.

It wasn't like he'd never fantasised about it. I mean, most of the boys in the Glade used the chance of future romantic prospects as motivation to escape.

But no one had actually taken his interest.

Until he heard about you.

"I can't believe she did it on her own," Harriet says during a lunch break, taking sips from her drink. She sits with Sonya and Aris, with the Gladers sitting on a nearby table.

Bored of the boys' conversation, he ends up eavesdropping.

"We're still talking about (Y/N)?" Aris chuckles, rolling his eyes at Harriet's on-going admiration towards you.

"Dude, she survived a Maze on her own! How can I not talk about it?"

"It is pretty impressive," Sonya agrees.

"What?" Minho jumps in, not one to be scared of involving himself. "What do you mean this girl survived the Maze on her own?"

"What? You haven't heard?" Harriet looks puzzled, and Minho shakes his head.

"No? Should I have?"

"Probably," Harriet scoffs, "yanno how there was a bunch of different Mazes?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, for one of them, WCKD decided to just put one person in there. On her own, for three years- (Y/N) survived and escaped the Maze completely on her own."

Minho blinks.

Someone survived the Maze completely isolated?

"How the shuck is that even possible?" Minho asks, and Harriet shrugs.

"You should ask her yourself."

"Well, where is she?"

Harriet looks around. "Uhm, oh! There!" She points vaguely off out into the sand, where you're stood talking to Vince. "That's her; Vince keeps saying he has a lot to learn from her or some klank."

Minho simply hums in response, his gaze fixated on you. You're definitely attractive, but more than anything, he's impressed.

Instead of going to talk to you, however, he gets swept back into the conversation with his friends.

But, now Minho has his eye on you.

He starts to frequently ask Harriet, and some other people about you- mainly because he actually isn't sure how to casually start a conversation with you. Especially since Harriet unintentionally scared him off by telling him you're pretty standoffish

He started admiring you from a distance, watching you do some physical training with the Right Arm. You seem to be particularly skilled with knives and have a natural instinct and awareness of your surroundings.

He also starts talking to other people about you, learning more and gaining more knowledge about you, often eavesdropping on stories about you. Apparently, you're actually pretty well-known around Safe Haven, despite mainly keeping to yourself.

Honestly, he's beyond impressed by you- by what you've achieved, how you hold yourself, your level-headed nature and the level of casual power you somehow permanently have.

You are what he wanted to be whilst in the Glade. He was Keeper of the Runners, sure, but he always just felt slightly lost. Minho is a confident guy, he knew his skills and that he was more than capable of surviving.

But, he still had a certain level of anxiety, and getting trapped in that Maze at tight was the most terrifying experience of his life.

He looks up to you. You must've been so brave and bold. It takes a special type of person to deal with Grievers and the Maze- but dealing with that on your own? That's insane!

He's full of admiration for you, and he's never actually praised someone this much before, and you're just so-

"Dude, are you crushing on this girl?" Thomas asks between mouthfuls of food, having listened to Minho's new-found fixation on you for the past few weeks.

The table goes silent.

The Gladers have been discussing it in private- sending knowing glances, smirking and whispering amongst themselves. But, apparently, Thomas has gotten sick of it and decided to just straight-up ask him.

"What?" Minho blinks at him. "The shuck are you talkin' about?"

"Do you like her? (Y/N)?"

Minho scoffs. "You're shuckin' with me, right? I don't even know her."

"Yeah, but you don't shut your damn mouth about her," Gally joins in, having wanted to do this for a while now.

"Yeah, well, I just admire her- she did something impossible."

"Yeah, it's cool, dude," Thomas kind of cuts him off, "but we don't talk about her all the time, or try to find out more about her, so..."

"So?"

"So, you're kinda obsessed, dude," Frypan finally says.

"What? I am not."

"Okay, okay," Gally puts his hands out in front of him, leaning over the table, sighing. "Let's uh, let's talk about this, then." He pauses for a second. "Okay, you talk about this girl more than you do anything else- and you've never even spoken to her. Ever since learning about her, you've been ignoring every girl that approaches you and you spend half your time staring at her. It's definitely not normal, man."

Well, when you put it like that...

Minho sits there for a second, processing everything. "Shit." He mumbles. "Is this what it's like to... like someone?"

The boys don't say anything, looking at each other before turning to Thomas- the only man with an actual answer.

"I mean, kinda? I thought about Teresa a lot- but I don't think I was nearly as whipped as you are, dude."

"She did betray us." Gally points out.

"And we were always with her- and always nearly dying, so it's not like you got much time to think about it." Frypan adds.

"Guys, this doesn't help me," Minho groans.

"Look, the fact that you're acting like this probably means there's something else going on- but you should probably talk to her and figure out this klunk on your own." Thomas gives him some actual decent advice.

Though, the thought of actually talking to you is scary. Minho has stared death in the face and been tortured- but God forbid he have to talk to a hot girl his age.

Well, actually, he isn't given much choice.

"Minho! Get your ass over here!" Vince shouts him the next day as he's busy going about his job. He'd drunkenly bragged about how he was one of the strongest Gladers, and Vince took note. "Need to test your fighting skills!"

He seems like a good match for you.

Minho freezes, seeing you standing there, looking at him as Vince waves him over. He glances over at Gally and Frypan, who stand by the kitchen area, watching the whole thing.

With little choice, Minho walks over.

This'll be fine. He just admires you and the boys are over thinking things. If he talks to you, he'll realise he doesn't have a crush and he was right and things can go back to normal.

Right?

"Minho! This is (Y/N)," Vince gestures towards you, "(Y/N), this is Minho- he was the best of the best from his Maze, and I'm sure he'll make a good sparring partner."

"Uh, what? Sparring partner?" Minho splutters out.

"Yeah, most people don't wanna fight me 'cause they're scared- but all anyone around here tells me about you is that you're tough. And I need someone to fight to stay vigilant, so.." You say pretty matter-of-factly, clearly unfazed by his presence.

"...People have spoken to you about me?" The question catches you off-guard.

You'd vaguely heard Minho's name been throw around. From kneeing an armed guard into a wall and knocking him out to throwing a guy through a glass window, Minho has a reputation for having a short temper and a dangerous temperament.

So, why is he now this awkward mess in front of you who keeps glancing at his shoes?

You went into the Maze with some fighting knowledge, presumably trained beforehand, even if you can't remember it. You used to train with makeshift dummies and by stabbing Grievers, then when you got here, you had some wrestling matches with Right Arm members.

It's a good way to let the stamina you spent years building up.

"I guess...?" You're not the best with people, which is probably why you've never actually spoken to Minho before and have come across as very blunt. It's hard learning to act like a normal person so far in life, especially when you spent the only part of your life that you remember completely on your own. "Are you down to help me let off some steam and fight or what?"

He blinks.

That could've probably be phrased better.

Minho looks over at his friends, who give him a very awkward thumbs up.

He swallows, wanting to impress you, and also he doesn't know when he's going to actually talk to you again, so he nods.

"Sure," he grins, trying to push his normal cocky personality to the front as he grins, "I'll go easy on you."

You scoff, immediately taking a fighting stance. "It's your funeral."

"Wait, we're doing this now?" He looks at Vince, who shrugs.

"Yeah, why not?"

"Yeah, alright," he mumbles, copying your footing. He figured once he got out of the Maze, he wouldn't have to deal with weird situations anymore, but it looks like the universe has other plans.

Vince counts you in, and it quickly dawns on him that he doesn't know how to fight a girl- but it's not like it matters because you floor him. He barely has any time to react before you crash into him, rugby tackling him to the ground.

There's a series of "ooo" from the Gladers watching.

He groans, landing on his side and you chuckle, standing up as he cradles his ribs. "Weak." You scoff.

"I wasn't ready," Minho tried to excuse himself.

"I thought you were meant to be tough?"

"I am tough," he stands up, shaking his fists as he takes another stance. "You don't see any of these shanks messing with me?"

You smirk, and it sends butterflies through his entire body.

He's got some fire in him, after all- that's what you like to see.

"Do I look like every other 'shank' to you?" You don't even know what that means, but he said it so you do too.

This time, when you charge, he blocks you, and you end up having a pretty decent fight where he kicks your legs from under you. So, 1-1.

You both fight for another few rounds, which quickly become less competitive and more playful.

Minho isn't a real threat to you, so you have no reason to take it seriously.

"Okay," Vince says, "you kids are tiring me out just watching- and I should actually go do my job."

You scoff, stepping away before sitting down on the sand, legs crosses, taking a sip from a bottle. "Here," you pass it to him, and he accepts. "You're not half bad."

"Likewise," he smirks at you from between swigs. "So," he clears his throat before sitting next to you, his breathing slightly laboured, "you survived the Maze all on your own?"

"Why you asking?"

"Because..." He sighs, "because I was incharge or dealing with my Maze- mapping it, exploring, figuring out how it worked- and I had a whole team to do it. It's... impressive that you did it on your own."

"It was shit," you say bluntly. "I don't need to be told I'm cool for surviving. My options were get out alive or die trying. And I'm still here, so..."

For some reason, Minho hasn't really considered how difficult it would've been. Well, he did, but he focused on the fact you were able to do it, not the trauma or problems it would've left you with.

"Couldn't have been easy."

"It wasn't."

"Do you, uh, do you wanna get food? We can eat together? Share some Maze stories?"

You raise your eyebrow. Minho is cute, and he's kind of funny. Not to mention, it's probably about time you actually tried to make friends.

"Yeah, alright."

So, you and Minho start spending some time together. You get properly introduced to the Gladers, and all spending more time with you does is confirm to Minho that he actually does like you.

You have a lot in common, your competitive spirit driving both of you along with eye-rolling at other people.

And, he's like the only person you like, or have ever liked. Which is a lot of pressure.

Though, it's getting a bit much.

Minho is practically bursting with his feelings for you, and he needs to say something. So, (with an adequate amount of peer pressure) Minho decides to do that.

You lay in your hammock, reading a random book you managed to steal from the supplies the Right Arm brought to the Safe Haven.

"Yo," Minho says, trying to play off being casual as much as possible.

"Yo," you respond, scooching over and pushing the fabric down so he can join you in the hammock- you don't really know when you started doing this, but now it's kind of a normal thing. "You good?"

"Yep," he says, throwing his leg into the hammock and shimmying in next to you, though he does seem pretty awkward. Laying your book across your chest, you nudge him.

"You seem... tense? Everything okay?"

"Mhm, yeah, I'm just... Long day, yanno?" You furrow your brows, he's being weird. But, you're still not great at people, so you decide to just pick up your book again.

Minho is normally much more relaxed than this as he stares up at the fabric roof, fiddling with his fingers. You focus as the words in front of you, but that's kind of hard when you have an anxious boy squashed next to you.

"Okay," you slam the book shut, "what the hell is going on with you? You're stressing me out-"

"I like you."

You look at him, laying in your back with your chin touching your shoulder. "Come again?"

"I, uh, I like you?" Now he sounds uncertain, and you are confused.

"I like you, too? That's why you're like the only person I talk to?"

"No, uh, no," he sits up a bit, pushing himself back so he can get more comfy. "I like you, like, more than a friend." He sighs. "I uh, i started looking up to you, at least that's what I thought it was. And the other Gladers thought I had a crush on you, and I thought they were wrong- and then I spoke to you, and we started training, and they- they were right."

He huffs, looking at you before his hands come to his face, hiding.

That's when it kind of clicks. You don't mind some people, but you always prefer Minho. You like talking to Harriet and Vince, but you'd rather be with Minho.

You've been mistaking your possible friendships with people as neuatrality and being civil. And been mistaking the strong feelings you have for Minho as finally having a friend.

Which clearly isn't the case as him confessing has you blushing and your heart jumping out of your chest.

Being isolated for the majority of your teen years has definitely made this complicated.

"I don't know," he mumbles, "sorry, I just had to say something." His hands flop to his sides as he unintentionally slips further down, ending up in an awkward half-sitting, half-lying position as you're still pressed together.

There's a few moments of silence as you process.

Minho seems frozen. But you're not.

Turning so you're on your side.

"Look, I'm sorry-"

"Shut up, Minho," you kiss him, your hand coming round to the other side of his face, hovering over him at a bit of an awkward angle.

You break away, your eyes meeting for a second. He smiles at you, it's soft and content. His hand comes to your waist, loosely hanging as he kisses you again.

You break for a second time.

This time, you flop back down, snuggling next to him.

"You got it all out of your system?" You ask him.

"Yeah," he grins, slipping his arm under the back of your head and pulling you closer. "Think so."

"Good- now, shut up and let me read."

I don't even know if this one makes any sense, I'm becoming delirious.

I hope it does.

Hopefully you kinda enjoyed :))

#🌿 petri writes tmr #🌿 petri writes #🍃 petri tmr #🌿 petri tmr minho #tmr fanfiction #tmr minho #tmr imagines #minho the maze runner #minho tmr #minho tmr x reader #minho maze runner #the maze runner

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heroictoonz · 6 months ago

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king I've been putting off a rewatch of s15-17 for ages do u think its worth it

My instinct is so say no save yourself but like jokes aside I think that’s up to you like, I always said that they gave the RvBs a “bad ending” and that they ruined Tucker’s character post Chorus however, that was back when season 16 was literally first coming out

Flash back here but so when s16 was coming out I was just getting more and more upset with the writing of the show especially and honestly almost specifically Tucker. Somewhere near the end of s16 I stopped watching (didn’t even finish the season) and then after a bit I heard that the next season was gonna revolve around whole new characters

Now this, I only recently learned was weird miscommunication. See I’m trash ass shit at keeping up with news of shit even shit that I like so for the longest time I thought the story of this group I’ve been following since I was a teenager ended at s16 which KILLED me inside so I swore off the rest of the show and vowed to never watch it. Instead I mostly just rewatched Chorus or s1-s13 if I wanted to rewatch the “whole” show. Basically just watching till the end of Chorus and stopping. Every time I tried to go rewatch s15 to mmmaybe finish the show I kept remember how bad things got and kept running away

I’m gonna give some vague spoilers from here on out but it’s cause I do genuinely wanna talk about how I feel having literally only a few minutes ago finished s16 and s17 for the first time

I decided to finish RvB LITERALLY last night like no joke and it’s cause I saw spoilers out of context for s19 and I was like fuck it I need to see what the hell that is show is over anyways might as well finish it. So I am doing that now

I rewatched/finished s16 and fucking hated it. The good parts were Wash being cute and silly and my favorite guy ever of all time and forever. There’s also Grif and this character named Huggins they’re like on god one of my new brotps of all time damn RvB writes some good ass season specific supporting cast cause holy shit man. Also! I liked that Kai was in it! I enjoy Kai so so so so so much! I’ve always wanted more of her in the show! UNFORTUNATELY!

Tucker is so hard to watch. It’s so honest to god painful to watch. Maybe that’s what they were going for I don’t know. But, having now seen season 17 I get what they were TRYING to do I just don’t fully like how they did it.

In s17 Tucker admits to himself that the reason why in s16 he was acting so weird and gross and toxic masculinity “I have to have the biggest and most talented dong in the room at all times or I’ll kms” character ever is cause he was trying to be a leader

It’s sounds stupid and personally I think it IS stupid but now that I know what they were TRYING to write it makes these post Chorus seasons more bearable.

Basically, Tucker spent all that time in Chorus forced to be a leader. Once he finally got comfortable in the position of one Chorus no longer needed them. He wanted to keep being a leader keep feeling like a leader and it went to his head. He tried acting cool and tough and macho cause that’s what he thought a leader was and he says this! Out loud he admits all this to himself in s17! And honestly? That’s SUCH a good fucking concept it’s super fucking interesting and I really dig it plus with Tucker FAILING at being the leader it gave Donut well deserved character growth. I’ve always hated how sidelined Donut got compared to the others cause I’ve always liked him but s17 is definitely Donut’s season and to see him finally get screen time and respect and also have genuine moments of connection with the others was honestly really fucking awesome

So, do I like s16? God no. Do I recommend it watching it? Hard to say. You have to watch it if you wanna finish the show. Is finishing the show worth it? Honestly I dunno yet I haven’t seen 18 or 19 so it’s to be seen rn. But s17 where not perfect was definitely better than 16 and gave better insight on what they were trying to do. I don’t like the execution I don’t think it was as done very well but I like the ideas I like what they were attempting

S15 I admittedly do not fucking remember at all cause again it’s not a season I’ve rewatched more than maybe twice cause I kept stopping cause I just did not wanna deal with what I knew was coming. And I know me I know myself I know if I tried rewatching the show from the start or even s15 in an attempt to finish it I’d ever fucking do it so instead I just started from s16 and went forward

I don’t remember out right hating s15 but similar to the above I think there were good ideas and not all of them were perfectly done in writing. Also there’s this like really cool interesting thing that is about Tucker that then ends up being a stupid child support payment joke and that sucks so much it makes me so burningly livid I don’t even have a joke here it just makes me mad

But! It brings in the concept of other reds and blues other soldiers that were left in the rubbles of project freelancer which is super interesting again I think they coulda done more with specific parts of it and the “Tucker doesn’t pay child support for the buncha kids he fucked into existence” joke sucks especially when they CONSTANTLY SHOW HIM AS A VERY DOTING AND LOVING FATHER it’s fine I’m not mad I’m not bitter I promise

But uh yeah honestly if you like the show a lot I say watch it even if it sucks. Some of my biggest special interests are GARBAGE shows with writing so bad it makes me wanna commit actual arson. But, I love the characters I love the settings and I love what could have been maybe that’s why I always keep sticking around in stuff like this lol even if it sucks I like to imagine what could make it better cause I love it! And if I didn’t love it I wouldn’t care to put as much energy into wanting it to be better as I do! That’s the same with RvB! I wish it was better I wish SSOOOO BADLY that it was better but it’s cause I love it so fucking much not out of any sort of hate if that makes sense?

Idk tldr it’s up to you and you might suffer a bit but if you love the show I say go for it

Aaaand it’s 2am and I read ur ask wrong I thought that said “watch” not “rewatch” but? Points still stand I’m the kinda person that will rewatch even the seasons I hate to remember why I like the ones I love (I’m looking at you Ninjago season 3 you hot fucking garbage that I’ve sadly seen more times than I would like)

#rvb #red vs blue #toonz talks #toonz asks #ancient-romes

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