#to be clear 95% of my asks are fine

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

I occasionally get asks requesting that I analyze/critique very specific fan content and it's so weird. My policy - as stated in my pinned post - is the same as Jacques'. I am not here to fight with or critique other fans. I'm here to have fun analyzing a bad TV show. The first is bullying. The second is not.

You guys do understand the difference between punching up and punching down right? That dunking on a multi-billion dollar commercial property is massively different from dunking on a small-time creator who makes very little or no money off of the work that they're sharing for free? It doesn't matter how bad something is, just because something is out in the public sphere doesn't mean that public criticism is appropriate. There's also a huge difference between critiquing a fan theory that's pervaded the fandom and critiquing a specific person's theory/take.

This is why you'll only see me reblog fan content that I agree with, people who directly responded to my stuff/send me an ask, or things that come from official sources. That last category is always reblogged with no comments or neutral comments because it's posted by a fan, not an official source, so I'm saving it for reference and will give my negative opinions on a post that isn't directly linked to the fan's activity feed unless their original post made it clear that they were also negatively inclined to whatever they posted.

The only exception to the above is if the ask is complementing another fan in a way I agree with (ex: I loved the way X talked about this and it matched the issue you brought up in Z post, but is there a way to fix this?) That's not bullying. That's a positive and appropriate interaction. So long as that's the approach you're taking, you're probably fine. Don't overthink it. I can always just ignore your ask if it crosses my boundaries.

I'll also point out that, while it's fine to critique commercial properties, it's really not okay to send that critique to those involved with the property unless they're directly inviting it. Sending uninvited critique to a creator is always rude and incredibly arrogant no matter how successful they are. They didn't ask for your feedback, so don't give it to them. Share it with that property's fandom and have fun! You're not going to fix Miraculous by harassing the writers on the website formally known as Twitter.

Basically, have manners people! And also remember that I'm a person with a life who does this for fun and for free. Sending me a YouTube video and asking me to watch it then give feedback is wildly inappropriate on multiple levels.

But like, do you really purposely ignore fanart that has Adrien in it?

Why is this what you’re all so fixated on? (not just you, I’ve been getting other asks about this)

If I like an art, I will reblog it

If someone specifically links me to art (or any other fan work really) unprompted and puts me on the spot to give my opinion on it, regardless of whether I like it or not, I will not respond to it

I’ve said it before regarding someone asking for my opinion on another blog’s essay, I do not want to directly critique fan content. If I organically happen to come across fan content that I do feel like critiquing, I will do so in a vague manner and not name any urls so as to not put the creator in a position where they’re in any way pressured to respond or defend themselves. Quite frankly, the only reason I recently posted that one ask with a link to a video essay on it was bc I was too lazy at the moment to screenshot and blur out the link and make a separate post to notify y’all that I do not go anywhere near ML yt and don’t plan to anytime soon.

So no, I do not go out of my way to ignore art of specific characters, I just don’t appreciate being pushed to interact with it

[evie-sturns]

needed this - Matt Sturniolo

summary: after a month-long business trip, you finally return home to your boyfriend matt. you find out he hasn't came since you left, obviously you have to help him.

warnings: smut, very sub!matt, overstimulating, swearing.

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i've been away with work for just over a month, meaning matt's had the house to himself, i'm finally arriving home this evening.

7:54pm

i twist the key into the white door, pushing it open. the scent i'm so used to filling my nose. "matt!" i call out, placing my bag down by the front door and bending over to unstrap my heels.

"i missed you." he says with a grin, speed walking up to me and wrapping his arms around me. i bury my face into his chest, "how was it?" he asks with a wide smile.

"it was good! how was the empty house?" i say, grabbing matts hand and dragging him upstairs.

"lonley as shit without chris and matt aswell, they've been filming with other creators for ages." matt says with a sigh as we walk into our shared bedroom.

"oh yeah, i saw that tara and shit meetup with them" i say, pulling my minidress off over my head.

i can feel matts eyes laying on me as i scavenge through our closet for anything comfier to wear, giving i've been in dresses for 5 weeks straight.

matt clears his throat, "movie?"

i nod, "yeah, yeah just pick whatever you want sweetheart."

matt flicks on the tv at the end of our bed, i unclasp my bra, letting it fall to my feet. i grab one one matts shirt, pulling it down past my head,

i jump into bed beside matt, my leg resting across his waist and lap as i cuddle to his side. the netflix intro blares through the room

"jesus christ!!" i laugh, grabbing the remote and turning down the volume. "my bad." matt says with a smile, shaking his head and pulling up the white fuzzy blanket over us.

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8:23pm

i shift the leg which is laying across him, i feel matt grow tense under me, "you okay?" i whisper, looking up at him. "yeah- no yeah- yeah no i'm good." matt stammers, i laugh slightly,

"matt whats wrong?" i say with a giggle, "no- no yeah, shit i'm fine." he says again, his cheeks a deep red as he fidgets with his rings.

"matt." i say with a serious tone. "stop!- i'm fine!" he says, getting worked up.

i sit up in bed abrubtly, the blanket falling off my body, i look down at matts crotch,

hes hard.

he yanks the blanket up over his lap, i pull it back down and straddle his thighs, staring into his eyes. "why are you hard?" i ask quietly, "i'm not!" he instantly replies, his eyes drifting away from mine.

i palm him through his sweatpants, squeezing lightly, he lets out a breathless groan. "so.. what was that?" i tease him,

"i dont know? just your leg moving.." matt says, rubbing his eyes with his fists,

"you got hard from my leg?" i laugh slightly, he nods.

"thats okay." i assure him, reaching for his waistband and toying with it, his breathing intensifies quickly, "why are you so sensitive?" i ask, "just been different since you left a month ago" matt says quietly

"different like how?" i push,

"haven't- you know.." he sighs, "i don't know actually." i reply cheekily.

he doesn't reply, his eyes fixed on my hand which is resting just under his waistband. "tell me the last time you touched yourself" i say, matt goes redder somehow.

"month ago." he says, barely audible "thats okay." i say, tugging his waistband down. "please.." matt whines slightly, "i know." i say, pulling his waistband down to his mid-thighs.

"you want this?" i ask, lifting my self off his thighs to pull my panties off, "jesus, obviously." he says, i shoot him a 'watch your tone' look and he instantly goes quiet.

i sit up, hovering myself above matts tip, which is now red. his hands stay by his sides, i'm 95% sure his brain is so fogged he doesn;t know what to do with them anymore.

i grab his cold hands, placing them on my waist. i stay sitting above his tip for a few more seconds, its tempting to see how worked up i can get matt. he trys to guide me down, but i resist.

"please." he says, "matthew, stop whining and tell me what the fuck you want." i say, "please, you know what i want" matt says shyly, i stay still, waiting for him to practically beg.

"ride me, please?" he breathes out, i can see his stomach jolting up and down from his desperate breaths underneath his white sweater.

i nod, moving my hair to one side and slowly sinking onto matt, he squeezes his eyes shut, his hands dropping from my waist and balling up the white fuzzy blanket. i slowly take more of his length before bottoming out, sitting comfortably on his dick as matt lets out small whimpers

"you alright?" i ask, grabbing his hand which is squeezing the sheets.

he nods his head, "look at me, matt." i say, he opens his eyes, letting in small breaths. "calm. down." i say, he nods again as his top teeth sink into his pink bottom lip.

i slowly start to bounce on him, his eyes stay fixed on me as i quicken my pace. i throw my head back as i balance my hands on his thighs behind me.

"close- really close." matt squeezes out, "no, not yet matt." i tell him.

"i can't, oh my fuck-" he whines, his grip on my waist tightening, the cold metal of his rings pressing against the warmth of my skin.

"you can, and will." i say, placing a hand on his stomach to balance myself as i continue to ride him. he lets out soft groans as he throws his head back into the pillows, his hair flopping.

"your okay, your doing so well." i say with a small moan as I repeatedly hit my g-spot.

suddenly i feel matt release, coating my insides. matt rubs his eyes "did i tell you you could do that?" i say, looking into matts eyes.

"im sorry, shit- i'm so sorry." he rambles, instead of pulling off him, i chase my own orgasm. he groans from overstimulation, "too much, sensitive-" he says,

"is it my fault you came early?" i say as i sit down on his cock, rubbing my clit against his pelvic bone.

he shakes his head, somewhat arching his back off the bed as his hands dig into my waist. i let my head falll foward as i look down at matts hands,

"fuck it hurts." matt says,

we have an established safe word, he knows he can use it whenever he needs, but he's not.

"you want me to stop?" i ask, he pauses for a moment before letting out a breathless "no. fuck please dont-"

i continue to bounce on his length, i feel the pit in my stomach growing as my cheeks flush, matt has mutiple tears falling down his cheeks.

"i think i'm close-" matt says, my eyebrows twist with a small laugh "again?" i question, "yeah- shit." matt groans .

i clench around him, i think thats enough for matt to finish. the knot in my stomach snaps as i feel matt finish again. i collapse down onto matts chest as i attempt to catch my breath, he reaches down and pulls out of me with a wince.

"you okay? did i hurt you?" i say as i rest my face on matts shoulder.

"yeah- no im fine, needed that a lot." he says, his fingers tracing mindless shapes on my back.

after a handful of minutes i sit up on matts lower stomach before lifting myself off him, stepping down onto the plush of our carpet. "c'mon, lets get you cleaned up." i say, wiping matts face with one hand, matt stays still on the bed.

"matt? stand up" i say, matt has a small smile on his face, he wipes his eyes before starting.

"i cant.. stand."

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[bookish-bogwitch]

Thank you @roomwithanopenfire, @rimeswithpurple, @blackberrysummerblog, @nausikaaa, @larkral,

@hushed-chorus, @alexalexinii, @monbons, @whatevertheweather, @run-for-chamo-miles,

@artsyunderstudy, @mooncello, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @forabeatofadrum, and @aristocratic-otter for the tags over the past few weeks. I've had a crazy month (90% in crazy a good way) and too frazzled to come up with my own WIP posts, but have enjoyed reading yours and being included.

Here are six ten moody little sentence from Chapter 11 of Basil Pitch's Diary. (In case you missed it, I posted Ch. 10, September, a few weeks ago, then fled the country.) Baz is hanging in in Niall and Dev's room:

The last time I was here with Niall, he’d told me to hold out for more than ear scritches and the occasional carrot. Now we sat on his bed with a chessboard between us. “Baz,” Niall said quietly. “What are you doing?”  “Beating you.” I moved my queen to menace his remaining bishop. “With Snow, I mean.” Niall did that thing where the rook and king hop around, which shouldn’t be allowed, and I realized he’d won. Again. Somewhere, in a parallel universe, there is a me who grew up with someone to play against, demolishing a Niall who never went to math camp.

Below the cut: musing, a posting plan, and more tags.

Musing: I've actually written a ton since the last chapter even though I've been AWOL, but for a while no matter what I wrote, Baz felt out of character. I'd write a scene, like it, and then think "but why is he doing this?" Then I'd rewrite with Baz behaving completely differently, and that also felt OOC.

I worried that I'd somehow doomed myself with inconsistent characterization, but then I figured it out: Baz at this point is deeply inconsistent. He presents himself to the world one way, he tells the reader / himself that he's something else, and deep down he's a secret third thing. And sometimes his masks slip.

To some extent this is every unreliable narrator. But boyo has REALLY tangled himself up at this point. Something's gotta give. Until it does--which it will, soon--I have to be very clear in my mind, even if Baz isn't, about which Baz is driving the Baz at any given moment.

A lot of you can do that sort of thing intuitively. I can't. So I've been building this out (showing you just the headers b/c spoilers):

This might stultify some (most?) of you. For me, though, it's freeing. When my brain isn't trying to keep track of everything, my imagination can unfurl.

"'Everything'?" you ask. "This isn't that plotty a fic." It's not, but it's already 2.5x longer than anything else I've written, which means developing skills I haven't needed before. Anyway, my BPD chart and I are having fun. We're very happy together.

Posting Plan

I pushed myself to get Ch. 10 up before leaving home for three weeks, because Ch. 9 had ended on such a wretched note. While I was happy to have gotten it up, I didn't love the self-imposed time crunch (though betas @cutestkilla, @facewithoutheart, and @thewholelemon were fuckin' heroes). Feeling rushed had me stressing and second-guessing choices that were probably fine.

My plan now is to pause updates until I have at least a very rough first draft of the final chapter, then post it all at regular intervals. I know a longish pause means some folks who'd been reading along will wait until it's complete, if they return at all. To those folks--sorry, and I get it, and thank you for reading in the first place, and I love you.

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[jeneseoquoi]

nct 127 | '95 line + bad days

(note: johnny & yuta went to support taeyong’s shalala mucore prerecording so i had to take the moment to write a little something about my favorite trio. hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! if you enjoyed it, tell me in the tags/comments/ask box. and if you want me to write it for any of the other members, let me know and i'll try my best to get it done! a little long so most of it is under the cut.)

johnny: "are you okay?" you questioned, cornering the tall man in the kitchen.

johnny had barely spoken to you when you got home from work which was odd. it was even more odd when he spent the past fifteen minutes slamming any and every drawer & cabinet door in the apartment.

"i'm fine." he says, grabbing a random pot from the cabinet and pushing past you.

"are you suuuuure?" you ask as he opens and slams yet another drawer. "you seem a litt-"

"i said i'm fine!" he cut you off sharply causing you to furrow your brows at his obvious passive aggressiveness and tone of his voice.

"okay look, i know you well enough to tell that you're not fine. i get if you don't want to talk about it right now, but you could just say that instead of slamming around everything in our house and raising your voice at me."

he stayed silent, opting to gaze at the floor to avoid your glare.

"i'll be in our bedroom if and when you're ready to talk." you say, pushing past him toward the hallway.

it's less than an hour before you hear a faint set of knocks, followed by the bedroom door creaking open. you look up from your position on the bed to see your sheepish looking man. closing the book in front of you to acknowledge his presence, you wait for him to speak first.

"i'm sorry." he pouts, "i had a shitty day at work, but i shouldn't have taken it out on you." you nod accepting his apology before opening your arms to him.

"come here. you wanna tell me what happened?" he nods, making his over to the bed and settling into your arms. he tells you about his day, snuggling in closer as you thread your fingers through his hair.

"thank you for listening babe. i really needed this."

"of course baby," you cup his cheeks, "i'm always here for you no matter what."

he smiles, leaning up toward you. "i love you."

you smile back at him, before pressing your lips to his.

"i love you."

taeyong: "tae?" you called, slowly opening the door to the bedroom you share. he doesn't answer, but the blanket on your guys' bed clearly outlines his frame under it. making your way over, you carefully pull back the blanket to see your boyfriend face first into his pillow.

"is everything okay love?" you gently nudge him, taking a seat on the bedside. he finally turns to face you, revealing his puffy, red eyes. a clear sign he's been crying.

"oh my god! taeyong! what happened?!" he shakes his head, letting you know he doesn't want to talk about it, but you know it's weighing heavy on his heart by the sheer sadness in his eyes.

you take the moment to hold your hand out to him which he hesitantly takes. "come on." you say as he allows you to drag him out of the bed, and into the bathroom.

you turn on the shower, undressing before stepping in, and he follows suit. you face him, watching as the water cascades down his shoulders and you know he's trying so hard to keep the tears at bay.

"it's okay. you can cry in here and nobody will know. not even me."

as if your words broke the dam, tears start to spill from his eyes as the sobs rack through his body. you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

it's a while before taeyong finally settles into your embrace, his sobs turning to quiet sniffles. he buries his face further into your neck as if to muffle his next words, but you hear it clearly.

"thank you."

yuta: you know he had a bad day. he'd practically said as much when he got home. still, he was doing his best to keep up a happy persona.

tonight was your guys' monthly date night and you know how much yuta (and you) look forward to spending the much needed time together. see, even though you guys finally live together, it's not often the both of you get to do something special with each other due to his pretty strict, busy schedule. that's why early on in your relationship, you made a pact that no matter what, unless he was away on tour, you guys would have at least one night a month dedicated to a special date night.

these nights mean the most to yuta, so you could understand how he would be frustrated that of all days for him to have a bad one, it had to be on day night. yet, even though it was evident to you in his mannerisms and eyes, he refused to let on that he was even a tiny bit upset. which, to be honest, was making you feel a little worse. you never want your partner to suppress his feelings for your sake.

throughout dinner you tried to subtly ask him about his day or how he was feeling, but knowing your tactics, he brushed them off or just plainly changed the subject.

dinner and dessert went by with no luck of getting yuta to open up, and before you knew it, you guys were walking out of the restaurant and toward his car to make the journey home.

he opened the passenger door for you, before shutting it and making his way around to get into the driver's side seat.

"yuta." you called. he hummed in response, letting you know that he was listening. "can you look at me?"

he turned his head to face you, confusion present on his face. you reached over the center console to lace your fingers with his and continued.

"i know you had a bad day. and i know you think by hiding it, you're saving our date night, but i want you to know that you never have to pretend you're okay with me. i appreciate you trying your best to be happy for tonight, but i'd much rather you stay true to how you're really feeling, even if it's date night."

he sighs deeply, squeezing your hand, then bringing it up to his lips.

"you're right. i shouldn't and won't hide from you. i promise to tell you all about it on our way home."

[tokischaaaaa]

in mandy’s newest vlog she shows a full length mirror infront of hamzahs bed and i was wondering (if you’re comfortable of course) write something smutty about that 🥰🥰🙏

ofcc <333

espejo;mirror

!hamzah x !poc reader

warning! : smut, fluff

word count!: 698

it's a friday night, 95 degrees, i ain't got ---

y/n was gearing up for a late-night shopping spree at a new mall a few blocks away with her friends. her bag was packed with all her makeup essentials, but she couldn't use the bathroom mirror since hamzah was still in there.

instead, she decided to use hamzah’s full-length mirror, which stood next to his bed, to prime her face and start her makeup routine. as she began applying her foundation, the bathroom door creaked open, and hamzah emerged, a cloud of steam trailing behind him. his eyes landed on her, curiosily.

“is that what you're wearing out?” hamzah asked, his voice tinged with an unspoken concern.

y/n glanced at herself in the mirror, taking in her red tank top emblazoned with the flag of españa and her tight levi shorts. “yeah, why?” she replied, now curling her eyelashes with precision.

hamzah’s expression darkened slightly. it was clear he wasn’t pleased. “i promise it looks better when i'm standing,” she added, rising from her seated position.

“stay seated,” hamzah ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

y/n stayed seated, locking eyes with hamzah through the mirror. she decided to tease him a little, reaching farther than necessary for her brush, making sure her thong was visible as she did so.

hamzah's eyes darkened with desire as he got on his knees, tugging at her jeans to signal her to take them off. she smirked and complied, slipping out of her jeans but continuing her makeup routine. her focus wavered, though, as she felt hamzah's manhood press against her, slipping inside her with a slow, motion.

it was a shock, but a welcome one. she adjusted quickly to his rhythm, deciding to tease him further by reaching for her mascara, the act causing hamzah to moan in response. she moved into a child's pose, applying her mascara while moving her hips in a circular motion, keeping hamzah on edge.

“stop playin’ with me, y/n,” hamzah groaned, his voice thick with need.

y/n smirked, continuing her slow, tantalizing movements until hamzah flipped her onto her back. he bent down, holding the back of her neck, and inched their faces together, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

their makeout session intensified, hamzah's hips moving in a circular motion, amplifying the ecstasy already felt from their lips. their kisses grew sloppier, and hamzah’s thrusts became more powerful. y/n pulled hamzah’s neck into her chest, tugging on his hair, urging him to go harder.

hamzah’s hand roamed up her body, sending shivers down her spine. his lips left hers, trailing kisses along her jawline and down to her neck, sucking and nibbling, leaving marks in his wake. y/n gasped and moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

"i'm close," hamzah whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

y/n nodded, signaling him to release inside her. with a final deep thrust, he groaned, his release filling her. he collapsed on her chest, slowly withdrawing from her, leaving them both breathless.

“can you stay home tonight? i'll take you out another day,” hamzah pleaded, playing with her hair.

y/n huffed, “fine, but i still want to finish my makeup.” she crawled back to the floor, resuming her makeup routine.

not before hamzah positioned himself between her thighs, eyes gleaming with a mischievous idea.

“do you want a makeover?” y/n asked, proposing a new way to spend the night.

hamzah chuckled, “if it means more time with you, sure.”

y/n smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. "let's see what we can do," she said, pulling out her makeup kit.

hamzah watched her intently, admiration in his eyes. as she applied the makeup, they laughed and talked, the intimacy of the moment deepening their connection.

“how do i look?” hamzah asked, grinning as she finished.

“gorgeous,” y/n replied, her eyes twinkling with affection.

he pulled her into his arms, holding her close. “thank you, y/n,” he whispered.

“anytime, hamzah,” she replied, resting her head on his shoulder.

the night might not have gone as planned, but in each other’s arms, it felt perfect.

tokischaaa speaks: sorry if these are short :< but anyway keep sending requests lol this writing helping my brain be mad proactive lol

[jaskierx]

“Can’t be silent on one and not the other, so I can’t support you” but can you yourself support both? ARE you yourself supporting both? These people love to whine about people not doing enough but I don’t see those same people posting about both. Like did that commenter on Taika’s post make any post themselves about the hikoi? Does their advocacy end at making posts, as if that’s the full summation of activism? They really don’t realize how hypocritical they are. “I can’t support you on this” fine, whatever, but are you yourself supporting the people he’s posting about? If the answer is no, you’re just as bad as you claim he is. (And to be clear I think advocacy shouldn’t be fully encompassed in posting the way these people seem to, but in trying to work within the parameters of their goalposts, I kinda can’t help it)

(Also the “you” above is not you, Lyse, but the people who make such hypocritical comments and grand conjectures. Not sure if that was obvious in my vent so I wanted to clarify!)

no i fully get you

the first thing to start with is that posting isn’t activism lmao so all of it is invalid anyway but policing other people’s posting is like. super not activism

nobody has the energy or time or strength to champion every single cause. nor should they. spreading yourself thin trying to help everybody is actually helping nobody

and people are obviously perfectly within their rights to support palestine, but when they say shit like ‘i can’t support you on this bc you were silent on palestine’, what they’re really saying is that they believe palestine is the only important cause and everyone else can eat shit basically

and it’s fine for palestine to be the only important cause to you. but you can’t ask everyone else to stop all other forms of activism including advocating for communities they themselves belong to. and you can’t use your own support (or lack thereof) of those causes as a bargaining chip to demand the correct type of performative activism for palestinians

and they know this. you never get an answer when you turn it around and ask them okay what are you doing for sudan? what are you doing for ukraine and the congo and uyghur muslims in xinjiang?

the reality is they’re doing nothing. and in 95% of cases they’re also doing nothing to help palestinians. because posting on the internet and leaving shitty comments on taika waititi’s instagram posts does not actually make a blind bit of difference to the people suffering in gaza, no matter how loudly you shout that you’re doing it in their name

[serfuzzypushover]

It's the "Mituna Anon" again, but you can call me / us "Post" or "Script" (I'm a system). Using anon because it won't let me ask from the blog I want, it's forcing me to use my base blog, UnU, anyways- :3

Have another me projecting onto Mituna head canon dump about like- Seizures and disability stuff:

Mituna with PNES (Psychogenic Nonepileptic Seizures).

Mituna who is actually clear and coherent sometimes.

Mituna with Dyspraxia / Fine Motor Control issues.

Mituna who was traumatized by what he saw and always had slight issues and overworked himself to a state that triggered all these other issues like a regression.

Mituna who acts childish for the same reasons someone with dimentia might be. He gets scared but he can't put his thoughts together anymore so he just lashes out or wanders off.

Mituna who needs a caretaker because he definitely will hurt himself on accident if he doesn't have one.

Mituna who doesn't really realize how bad of a state he's in until it's too late and he's already doing something unsafe or has gotten hurt.

Mituna who uses a wheelchair, cane, and crutches to varying degrees as needed.

Mituna who wears like skater pads and a helmet for his own safety because man trips over, bumps into, and falls on all the things because he's usually in a dissociative or derealization blur / haze and nothing around him really feels real or like a threat.

Mituna who basically feels like he's high 95% of the time because that's how seizures can feel sometimes, everything is far away and it's all kinda blurring together and he's dizzy and it's fucking confusing and upsetting but also he's too blurry to actually care that hard so he's just kind of existing. (I have had a seizure that felt like being high, I swear this is a real thing.)

Mituna who gets frustrated that he needs someone to watch him because it's really close to Beforan Culling if someone starts being a little too protective. (Even if you actually need it, it can suck to be in need of caretaking and help when you used to be more capable, or usually are more capable. It can feel like being treated like a kid and it's why *I* pick my caretakers and I hate random people in public trying to help me, they treat me like a kicked puppy and I am in fact, very conscious in my head it's just very hard to communicate or function.)

(Also here's the blog I actually post stuff like this on I guess: https://www.tumblr.com/ps-scene-setting)

ouughh yesss yes these are all great!!

[muntasireen]

What would you say about those on the manhaj who befriend those who believe d to be khawarij? I know some who stay friends with them just because they don’t openly slander them or because they say that they’re still Muslim so it’s fine to have a disagreement on something in the deen. I think some as well have been friends with them before they knew their views and find it hard to just leave them if, like I said before, they don’t slander them but seen them as khawarij.

Sufficient for you is this hadith:

Abu Hurairah (May Allah be pleased with him) reported:

I heard the Prophet (ﷺ) saying, "Man follows his friend's religion, you should be careful who you take for friends".

(‏رواه أبو داود، والترمذي بإسناد صحيح، وقال الترمذي‏:‏ حديث حسن‏)‏‏

Today you may think you are upon the haq and tomorrow you may think they are upon the haqq, may Allah grant us thabat and protect us from misguidance, so do not be careless about this matter and take it very seriously. Perhaps you can keep them, if you really must, but at a distance with the intention of dawah, but at the same time be careful. If they are not well recieving of any dawah concerning clearing up misconceptions about D then don't push it for your own safety and keep your views neutral in front of them and drift away from them as much as you can to protect your imaan.

However if your reason for keeping them around is merely sentimental then no, distance yourself gradually but definitely, don't let it drag on too long before you actually leave their company and if you have to endure seclusion and being friendless for some time until you find people who do not accuse with falsehood and slander (yes slander bc making ppl out to be khawarij even if they don't curse or insult them with other words is enough of a slander) who Allah Azza Wa Jall praised in the quran then so be it, at least you don't have to be with people who choose to be ignorant and gain sins for simply not looking beyond the lies and deception of the media and the slandering tongues of so called "mashayekh".

Allah says in surah An Nisa verse 95 to 96:

{Not equal are those believers remaining [at home] - other than the disabled - and the mujāhideen, [who strive and fight] in the cause of Allāh with their wealth and their lives. Allāh has preferred the mujāhideen through their wealth and their lives over those who remain [behind], by degrees. And to all [i.e., both] Allāh has promised the best [reward]. But Allāh has preferred the mujāhideen over those who remain [behind] with a great reward -

Degrees [of high position] from Him and forgiveness and mercy. And Allāh is ever Forgiving and Merciful.}

Me personally I'd leave them completely no matter what and ask Allah to grant me friends who recognize the haqq and follow it, and recognize baatil and avoid it. Until then my gheerah for the muj could never let me befriend a people who think of them as oppressors who unrightfully make takfir on muslimin and spill innocent blood. The muj dedicated their lives for this deen, for the sake of every Muslim, for my sake and your sake, they left their families and homes and live like fugitives and risk their lives and limbs, they held the responsibility of the aching ummah while the majority are sleeping, they endure pain and fatigue and sadness Allah alone Knows how much, how can I sit in the presence of those who will be the opposition of the muj on yawm al qiyamah when they come with their wounds smelling like musk and about to enter Jannah, and they take their haqq from all those who wronged them in this dunya?

What will I answer to Allah for having such company and not enjoining the good and forbidding the evil, not clearing up the name of His Awliyaa, but instead befriending those who defame them and assume of them the worst? And to end this remember there goes a saying "a person can be told a lie several times until he believes it", you have no guarantee for yourself that you won't fall for the same lies they fell for and are blinded by about the muj, and with that comes alot of losses, for often those who slander them end up having major faults in their aqeeda whether it be ghuluu or irjaa', so take precautions and guard your imaan more than anything and guard your eyes and ears from what could potentially misguide you.

[theonlyren]

Ryme City Gengar

This is Kati

She's my Gengar partner.

DISCLAIMER: The following is my account of how I came to own my Gengar, Kati. It is a true story, however, I have falsified names and omitted the direct address of relevant parties in this story for their “protection.” Please do not seek these people out or harass them. They are not worth your time or energy. This is not a happy tale, especially if you like Ghost-types, are a Hex Maniac, or have a shred of common decency. Now, without further ado.

Consider the Gastly.

Gastly is one of the most well-documented, well-known, common ghost types across the regions. It’s in Oak’s original Pokedex and even shows up in Laventon’s old field journals. Its body is 95% gas, and it’s one of the lightest known pokemon in the world, to the point where a stiff wind will make the thing vanish (it’ll re-materialize later just fine, though). The remaining 5% of it is somewhat less clear. It could be argued that this 5% is undoubtedly what gives the Pokemon its Ghost typing. Some believe it is the souls of those its gas has killed, others believe it’s the ghostly essence of graveyard grievances, or forlorn memories of departed people or places.

All Kati remembers is waking up in front of the grave of a girl named Catherine.

I was backpacking through Galar at the time, I had the clothes on my back, the spares in my pack, some few thousand Pokedollars, basic Pokemon care and healing supplies, a phone, and my Eevee and Zorua, Vivi and Aka, respectively. I was looking for a place to crash for the night and wound up at a village in the southern edge of the region. Extremely quaint, very lovely, and I ran into the residents of a very old chateau, whose family had lived there for generations. They were trust fund kids, basically. The husband, who we’ll call John Doe, lived in the estate with his wife, Jane, his parents - his father being the local (and, if you’ve been following my Chatotter, a certain) reverend - and his grandparents. I met John and Jane at the town's only pub, and they were utter sweethearts; to this day, I still wish them well and the best for them. Upon telling them I was the son of Pokemon Rangers, and an Arceist, they asked if I could help them with an issue they’ve been having at the chapel.

Now, to a normal person, this probably would’ve set off every red flag in the universe. Supposedly rich family is inquiring about an outsider for “help”? Boi they’re about to steal your Pokemon and lock you in the basement. Turns out, something being locked in the basement was the issue. I initially declined, but then John made an offer to pay me a… moderately life changing amount of Pokedollars, provided I could solve the issue, which- er, piqued my curiosity enough to at least humor the couple. I figured I had Aka with me, and if things become sketchy he could use a clever illusion to help bail me outta there.

This village I went to was absurdly secluded, they hardly ever received tourists or travelers. The local authorities were in the back-pocket of John’s parents, which he was quick to explain as he led me to the estate. Once we arrived, he played me off as a guest of his wife’s side of the family, and I was introduced to this man’s elders.

I know the saying goes to respect your elders, but one look at this man’s family told me everything I needed to know about why John trusted an outsider with this. These were the most miserable, leery-eyed, snobbish, conservative-ass, “only polite because I have to be” motherfuckers I have ever had the discomfort of meeting and breaking bread with. The bread was the only good thing about their dinner as well, come to think of it, with unseasoned vegetables, beans, and… ok, the shepherd’s pie was alright, but still.

Later that night, John led me out as if to politely escort me off, but detoured around the back of the mansion to the village’s church, where we went through a cellar entrance.

And that’s where I would meet Kati for the first time.

As he opened the door, I saw paper talismans on the interior side. Cleanse tags. Prayer tags. The like. They dotted the stairwell down, to a locked door, which my escort unlocked to reveal a room, lined - wall-to-wall - with tags. And sitting, suspended in a cage, also laced with these tags, was a Gastly.

Cleanse Tags have long been a staple item for the traveling trainer, useful in helping ward off unwanted wild encounters, if a little uncomfortable for most pokemon to hold. A ghost type can handle holding one for the sake of their trainer.

An entire basement lined with them is torture of the highest order. Especially for a ghost.

This Gastly was well and truly trapped. Being locked in stasis inside a Pokeball would’ve been a kinder fate. Everywhere in this room that she could look, she saw searing wards and condemning reminders that told her in no uncertain terms that she was an unwelcome monster. She could not escape this place, the talismans well and truly suppressed any and all ghost energy she could even try and muster. No phasing, no vanishing, no shrinking or morphing, nothing.

John wanted her freed.

I was quick to agree.

It was clear the man was wrestling with the idea of freeing her for a while, and, when I pressed him about why the poor thing was locked away in the first place, he explained that the Gastly had been locked down here for generations, his late great-(great?)-grandfather had apparently caught the thing at the local graveyard, “communing with Giratina,” if you believe such malarky. So his family took it upon themselves to “catch” the ghost and seal her away in their church to cleanse or contain the sin within her, to the point where it’s become an obsession for the family, and they’ve never known peace since. So it was, she remained down there for something to the effect of over eighty years. 

At least three generations of Does is apparently what it took before one realized “hmm, maybe this Gastly down here is fine???”

So of course because things had to be dramatic, we heard the upper cellar door open the moment I tore enough tags off the cage to get the Gastly out. John told me to get my Zorua out and hide as he’d go distract whoever it was. I did so and told Aka to blend us into the wall. John went up, tried to tell his father the Gastly had escaped, and when he angrily came down to verify, well.

The Gastly didn’t like seeing the old man’s face.

She gassed my face to break free and immediately went for the old-timer. The illusion broke and I now had an angered reverend cursing my name, breaking every rule of engagement, since “the next coming of Giratina” was on the line as he threw his entire fuckin’ team at me. A “prize” furfrou, a machop, and a houndour. 

Trying to remember the fight as best I can, Vivi was strong enough to take out the Houndour, but the Machop made quick work of Aka. My new Gastly friend managed to poison the Machop in turn, but a bite from the Houndour nearly took her out instantly. Vivi weakened the Furfrou and Machop with a quick Swift, but, well, at the time my two team members were both weak to fighting, so the Machop was quick to take him out as well.

It was at that point I discovered the Gastly knew will-o-wisp as it cursed the Machop with its flames, taking it out, and I had an idea.

It was time to run from a trainer battle.

I kicked the Houndour in the face (sorry pup!) and told Gastly to set the remaining tags on fire. With the ones I had already desecrated, she had strength enough to set the room ablaze, which freaked out the reverend father and his pokemon enough that I was able to throw an empty pokeball at the Gastly to “catch” her, lob her out of the cellar as she struggled to break out, and get the absolute hell out of there.

John was waiting in a car outside. An extra broken-and-lobbed pokeball later to get the Gastly away from the reverend, we were driving from the estate and I had a very angry Gastly I was trying to calm down in the backseat of a speeding vehicle. It took a while, but she calmed down when it became clear we were tearing her away from that awful place.

John dropped me off at a graveyard, presumably (and, I would later find, purposefully) the best spot he thought to release the Gastly, - cliche, I know, - he wired me the money, and sped off. The Gastly tore itself free from me, and hovered at one particular grave. It was an old headstone, weathered and faint, but I could just barely make out the name “Catherine” on it. I sat near her as she stared at it. And we stayed there for a while; long time. Appropriately, I think we left at about midnight, when I offered her one more Pokeball and the chance to travel with me, safely, and see the world she was locked away from. Gave her the name “Kati” then and there, both as a shortening of her old name, and because it translates to “Pure.”

We beat feet from that village and never looked back. 

My backpacking journey was a lot more comfortable after that, I’ll say that much. Dude gave me bank.

But, here we are, me and the reverend, locked in something of an awkward stalemate where if either of us try and report what happened, we have to inadvertently confess to crimes we ourselves committed. Pokémon Abuse for the Does. And uh, Arson and Pokémon A&B for me. Trainer Disengagement too, but that’s a misdemeanor more ‘n anything. The fact that both of us have a decent amount of influence, should things get legal, doesn’t help either. Haven’t been back in or extradited to Galar since, and it’s basically been something like a 10 year cold case, so I’m not too concerned about this actually biting me in the ass, but the Reverend Father Doe sure is getting spicy with me on Chatotter.

He can rot for all I care.

Kati’s mine.

And she can burn through any holy tag you throw at her, now.

[deadeyedaisy]

Tales of Destiny ~PROUST~ Forgotten Chronicle rough summary

I wasn't sure where else to post this, and Tumblr seemed like the one that would get the most use out of it.

So, I streamed my blind run through TODDC with Kio for the past several months. I ended up getting really into TOD from how much cleaner the presentation of the story and characters were over the PSX version, and was really frustrated that nobody had translated the drama CD, which had been hiding like 95% of Leon's characterization until the remake came along.

I kept a notepad of stuff to talk about during those streams. Sometimes it was off-topic things, sometimes it was little tangents about parts of the game that I thought of over the week until we'd play again. Sometimes it was summaries of supplemental material that was never localized. But most of the time, that material was translated by a fan.

Nobody has fully translated Proust. I wanted it to be translated. So I listened to it as hard as I could and summarized as best I could. The following are the unedited notes as I wrote them to be read during stream, rather than a direct translation or anything formal. I'm not good enough at Japanese to fully translate it. I'm so not good at Japanese that there's probably a lot of errors throughout this summary, too. I hope someone eventually comes along and gives us a full translation.

Also note that I'm not great at recognizing the voices of anyone that isn't the main cast of protagonists, so I probably mix up the antagonists or the generals' identities a lot.

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So I went back through the drama cd, and I think I've got a few more little details. I could be wrong about a lot of this since there's no translation and I am really fucking bad at Japanese. But this should actually clear up a lot of misconceptions that we, or I had throughout this entire game. Foolish me for just believing everything TVTropes told me instead of trying to comb the drama cd myself.

(track 1-01 Thunder + track 1-03 Lullaby) Chris tried to escape with both children, but Hugo sent the goon squad after her?? and they managed to take Leon and mortally wound Chris. She drags herself back to the mansion to see Leon again and asks him not to hate Hugo, because this certainly isn't the same kind person she married. [I previously summarized it based on this post, which does a much better job of summarizing track 1-03: https://jeredu.tumblr.com/post/136918641610/so-after-the-horrible-sad-feels-from-the-emilio]

(track 1-02 History That Was Forgotten is just Leon saying the title of the CD)

(track 1-04 Yes, My Lady) Less than 2 years before the game starts. The girls in Leon's class aren't very good at dance lessons yet, so he complains to Marian that all the girls are stupid-- oh but not you Marian, it's only other girls that are dumb. lol I can't catch why Leon's mad at Hugo this time, but Marian sticks up for Hugo, since he's the one who pretty much discovered how useful Lens could be to further technology and make modern life easier, and has for the most part made it all affordable. She's also grateful that he hired her when she had nothing. Marian wants Leon to make friends with the girls because she's worried he'll be all alone. Leon says he's fine alone and that he'll only grow stronger, and to distract Marian, decides to teach her the dance he learned, calling her "my lady". At the end, he says he'll be fine as long as he has Marian. Hugo walks in on them and Leon quickly makes an excuse but Hugo just puts him down for hanging with the staff and tells him to get to sword practice. Leon seems excited for it. Leon whispers to Marian that they'll practice dancing again. Marian says she's looking forward to it, but when he leaves, she sadly mumbles that he's a pitiful child. (Not in a mean way)

(track 1-05 True) [Oops I didn't cover this one. It's just villainy anyway. Who listens to Proust to hear Mictlan-Hugo monologue?]

(track 1-06 Man of the Mask) I forgot about this detail and its MASSIVE importance. In the original, Leon and Hugo's relation wasn't known for a long time. In the remake, their relation is paraded around loudly. Hugo will not let anyone forget that Leon is his son, and Leon's motivation is to not be a nepo baby. But in the original, specifically in the drama CD, Hugo doesn't want their relation known. He doesn't want Leon around while he's doing business because it might reveal their relation. He reprimands him for coming home while he's doing business and tells him not to come home so often. Leon was actually excited to let him know of one of his missions' successes, on his 15th birthday no less. Chaltier tries to comfort Leon when he's basically told to gtfo, but Leon tells him he's not sad at all, and that he just wants to be acknowledged by someone as skilled as Hugo. His cadence is fairly fond as he says all this, but he's awfully insistent about it. Like thou-doth-protest-too-much insistent. Leon thinks he saw a masked man, but Chaltier says he doesn't sense anyone. They go on their way, but a filtered voice of Hugo calls Leon's name.

(track 1-07 Emilio) The following track makes it more clear that yes, he was actually very fucking upset about it. I already talked about this track since it was one of the only 2 tracks that were fully translated by someone else. Where Marian has a little private birthday party for him and he breaks down. With the added context of the previous track, the breakdown makes a bit more sense. He's just been told and brushed off again by Hugo even after so many smashing successes. Took it upon himself to put up a strong front in front of Chaltier. Then Marian does this gesture of kindness that I guess makes him feel like he's being treated like a child or mocked, and that's the last straw. Marian is of course calling him Emilio, and he refuses that name because Emilio is worthless, nobody needs Emilio, and he's all alone. He insists he's Leon Magnus, because he's at least useful as a tool for Hugo. Marian doesn't like him calling himself a tool. Says he's her precious Emilio. And Leon cries. [Previously summarized based on this post, which actually has a full translation!: https://jeredu.tumblr.com/post/136880537875/jeredu-spoilers-for-tales-of-destiny-for]

(track 1-08 Family) Next track takes place a year later and has Leon being the wunderkind beating everybody and being taken under Finley's wing. They've all got praise for him but are a little put off by him being so uptight. Late at night, Leon sneaks into Marian's room through her window because of the lecture he got about COMING HOME TOO OFTEN jfc. He's excited to tell Marian about officially working with the knights, and asks to dance with her. I think I skipped a bit. Leon only started trying to become a knight because Hugo told him to, so that he'd have a pawn within the castle to help further Oberon's goals. I think he moved out of the mansion after the last track to dedicate himself more fully to cementing his position there?? I'm probably wrong. But he's been a lot happier this way. Later that night, Chaltier tries to suggest that Leon just continues living like this and become a full fledged and honest knight instead of working for Hugo, because all of the generals seem to like him and are nice people. Buuuut Leon's already fallen asleep. Boo

(track 1-09 Nightmare) Next track has Leon and Finley talking and they think Greybaum's sus. They meet with Greybaum and Chal also thinks he's sus. That night, Leon has a nightmare where a man is telling him he can save Rutee. Except Leon doesn't know who Rutee is yet, or her name. The man is wearing a mask like the one from the mansion. It seems to be the real Hugo. He attacks Leon when he knocks his mask off I think?? and I guess Leon wakes up and is back at the mansion temporarily? I have no idea what's going on here but Hugo's not doing great and Leon rushes to his aid but Hugo basically tells him to gtfo his house again. I think real Hugo is fighting Mictlan, because Leon says something about Berserius. Belserius. Berselius. Fuck it. Scene change and Leon's at a tavern or something. The waitress fawns a bit, showing his good reputation has spread. Leon thinks about the nightmare and what the heck a Rutee is. Then he overhears some guy talking about a demonic lens hunter dude and the waitress is like oh nah you mean that girl Rutee? and Leon all but trips over himself to go aggressively interrogate the waitress. The guy she was talking to gets mad and tries to attack Leon and a fight starts. Finley shows up and slaps Leon and reprimands him and I think threatens him?? But Leon got the information he wanted out of the waitress.

(track 2-01 Masquerade) Next track. The villains talk stealing the Eye of Atamoni. A masquerade ball is held in Seinegald. Leon's all ready to be big bad security but Finley says he should blend in and dance. But he ain't got no fancy clothes! So Finley arranges to get him some fancy clothes. He's about to arrange for a partner too but Leon's like nah I got a girl for this and yoinks Marian up. She's worried she's not allowed to attend such a party, but Leon assures her she's part of the mission so it's fine. She tries to make excuses to not go but he shoots them all down. He sounds like he's having just oodles of fun on the carriage ride with her to the ball. He's laughing and smiling and it's just great. This moment is probably literally the happiest Leon will ever be in his entire life lol He… sneaks her in through the BACK DOOR and gets stopped by guards who ask who dis. And he says, "my partner" and they say they can't let randos in and he says NO SHE'S MY PARTNER and they say :/ that's not good enough bro, come on, and Marian takes his arm all suggestive like and says "What part of partner don't you understand ;)" and they let them in??? okay But Marian hasn't received her dress yet, so Leon's waiting for her to get dressed. And Chal teases him a bunch implying Leon's nervous to see her in her fancy dress. Leon tells him to shut up but Chal notes he's blushing really hard. But, Leon suddenly sees the masked man again, and this time Chal sees him too. Leon attacks but he disappears. He hears the voice and he's big mad 'cause he thinks he's being jerked around so he shouts a lot. Marian hears him shouting and rushes to him and real-Hugo goes whoops sorry about that I guess lmao and goes away. The ball gets into full swing and allll the girls are wowed by how pretty Leon's partner is. Marian says she feels awkward and Leon tells her she's beautiful, but she still doesn't think she should have come. He asks her to dance, she tries to make excuses not to, but he keeps asking, calling her "Lady" again like when they danced alone ;A; aaaa So they dance, and Leon is just so entranced and whispers that he wants to go far far away together to a place with only them, that's quiet and warm. He says something like he lost such a promised place inside of him a long time ago, but feels that it's also right there with her, and he's about to say something that MIGHT have been a confession, but they're interrupted by an attack and are separated. SO YEAH I'D SAY HIS FEELINGS FOR HER ARE PRETTY ROMANTIC. HOLY SHIT. I felt like I was listening to one of those listener-POV CDs where they do nothing but sweet-talk you, gosh. Whether his feelings are actually romantic or not, he's still just entirely fucking smitten with her. oh my god.

(track 2-02 Venomous Snake) Next track, I have no idea what's going on because I'm not familiar enough with all the villains' voices, but it's villain stuff. I think it's Greybaum mostly, and they're messing with King Isaac, the Phandaria King. And Greybaum is evil monologuing but Leon was hiding in the room and ambushes him. Hugo shows up before Leon can do any damage and something happens or is talked about, idk, villains get away. Leon's like what the fuck, dad, they tried to kill the king. Hugo says Isaac's spent too long in office and ain't doin his job right no more. So it's fiiine just let it go, besides, Graybaum's gonna be a useful tool. And the word "tool" sets Leon off 'cause it's always about tools with Hugo, and Hugo goes YEAH, A TOOL, A TOOL JUST LIKE YOU. I'VE BUILT HIM UP AND I'M TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HIM, JUST LIKE I DID TO YOUUUU. And he demands Leon apologize but Leon says no, he's done being Hugo's puppet, he's going to live for himself, he's not going to accept this shitty fate anymore, he's going to carve his own path and make a place for himself in Seinegald. And Hugo goes "Ohoho what silly thoughts Finley's put in your head. Sure, you could do all that, you could escape me no problem, you're good enough for it, but I wonder how Marian is doing~ Sure hope she's okay after getting separated from you. It's just such a scary world out there, you never know when or where such a fragile little thing like her could get got." So basically the ongoing threat on Marian's life has begun. It's not explicitly stated, but obviously the implication is that Leon could leave and take Marian with him, but Hugo will get to her one way or another. Then it's just 20 full seconds of Leon desperately calling and looking for Marian.

(track 2-03 Requiem) Next track, he finds Marian and clings to her and sobs in relief that she's okay. She says yeah it's okay I'm fine, but Leon just cries harder. Later after he's calmed down, he brings up that far away warm place he spoke about. He wonders where that could even be anymore. Probably somewhere further than the moon. He wonders if he can go there. Then it's very suddenly Finley's funeral. People are crying. The priest is praying. People are swearing vengeance. Hugo, Chaltier, and Finley's voice echo in Leon's head. Hugo coercing Leon into poisoning Finley. Chaltier asking him not to do it. Finley telling Leon they're alike in that they both lost their parents at birth. That he'd like for Leon to think of him as his father, because he thinks of Leon as his son, I think. Hugo reminding him where his place is, and that that's never going to change. Finley succumbing to the poison, in disbelief that it was Leon, and desperately asking why. Leon's sure he's never going to get to that place. Hugo and friends do some villain talk and make some snide remarks at Leon, and he just says it's fine. He's defeated at this point.

(track 2-04 Rutee) Next track has Leon on his way to Cresta to look for whoever Rutee is. Chaltier recognizes the name a little but doesn't remember. Rutee runs into him and runs away, but Chaltier recognizes Atwight on her back right away and they give chase. Rutee's giving gifts to the kids at the orphanage, is asked how she made the money for this and she's like "eehh I worked really hard :D" Chal finally remembers Rutee was the name Chris spoke of before she died and he's super excited that Leon's not all alone, that he still has his sister. But Leon just runs away. Chal's like what the fuck, where are you going, and Leon says it's been 15 years, so it doesn't matter, they're not family. Chal keeps trying to get him to go back to Rutee, insisting she must have been looking for her family for a long time, and that he should reach out to her. Leon admits that he's scared that Rutee won't accept him. Chal tells him that's stupid. Leon admits he's scared of Rutee also betraying him like Hugo did, and cries that he's truly all alone. The track ends.

(track 2-05 Flow of Fate) Next track, it's revealed Greybaum's theft of the Eye of Atamoni was actually not in the plan. He did that on his own and betrayed them. They plan for Leon to lead the investigation and gather the swordian users. Leon asks if Hugo knows who wields Atwight, and Hugo, like a fox, says mmmyessss. During Leon's first real meeting with Rutee, while she goes off on him, he's thinking to himself that he wishes he met her sooner, but he's too dirtied to face her for real by now. Chaltier insists to him that it's not too late, but Leon refuses. A bunch of scenes of Leon traveling with Stahn's group pass. Leon thinks about how Rutee has good friends and a home and family to return to, and feels even worse that he can't be happy for her. He hates himself for it, but he can't help it. Chaltier tells him he could become a part of her family. Leon says it'd be nice, since he's being shown such a warm place, but he can't escape his fate. More scenes pass, and Leon is moved by Stahn's resolve. He thinks maybe he was wrong about fate, because everyone is fighting. More scenes pass, and Leon is even moved by Batista and Greybaum, because they went against Hugo. Even if they couldn't win against their fates, they still tried. He's confused and doesn't know what to do, but Chaltier doesn't have answers for him. The only thing he knows he can do is protect Marian. The only reason he has to keep living is Marian.

It continues in the mines. Hugo and friends say they need to buy time to escape Stahn's group. He tells Leon to stall them as long as possible, and then detonate an explosive. Tells him exactly what will happen, down to the sea water flooding in. So Leon absolutely knows he's going to die if he agrees to do this. Leon asks to be alone with Marian, as his first and final request as Hugo's son. Marian observes that Leon doesn't want to go through with this. Leon says it's fine, he'll just do what he's told. He asks why Marian is here, why she's still a maid for Hugo. Marian answers it's because Hugo was trying to save the world, or whatever. She owes him a lot. So she'll do whatever she's told, too. Leon asks what'll happen if he dies. Marian says she'll probably never stop crying. Leon asks how much, for how long, because it's not possible to cry for him for her whole life. Says she'll probably cry for a bit, but eventually she'll meet someone he doesn't know, fall in love, get married, and have children, and she'll forget all about him, and then he'll truly be gone and not exist anymore. He'll disappear. Leon cries, really hard. He pulls himself together, apologizes, says she should go. She goes, but she calls after him that it was fun. That being with him was like a dream. He says quietly to himself that, yeah, it was like a dream to him, too. (The wording is different from the opening song! Important to note because the remake did a full on title drop in its climax. The opening song is 「夢であるように」, but the wording here is 「夢みたい」. But it's still probably a 100% intentional reference to the opening song.) [I cut off here because I previously summarized these two posts about the end of this track, which is an exchange with Chaltier: https://jeredu.tumblr.com/post/136997902840/i-dunno-if-its-possible-to-fall-in-love-with-a https://jeredu.tumblr.com/post/137057162215/checked-with-a-friend-who-knows-more-japanese-and]

[I yada-yada'd track 2-06 Father, Friend because I already summarized it previously based on this post: https://jeredu.tumblr.com/post/143045097730/i-finally-typed-up-a-summary-of-father-friend]

(track 2-07 -Epilogue- Yes, My Lady) In the final track, Rutee is visiting Marian. She asks Marian to live with her. Marian declines, saying she has to keep Emilio's room clean for him for when he comes back. Rutee says he's already gone, but Marian interrupts and asks Rutee to dance. She teaches her how to dance. She calls Rutee "My lady" like Leon did with her.

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May I just say, if Leon retained his character from the drama CD in the remake, he absolutely would have broken down crying after Stahn convinced him they could work together to save Marian. And maybe hugged him or held his outstretched hand with both of his. While crying. Drama CD Leon is a huge crybaby and I'm so here for him. I was disappointed he didn't get to cry through the remake.

And also that hot damn, Hikaru Midorikawa was allowed to emote SO MUCH MORE in the drama CD than in the entirety of the remake, not even counting all the crying he does.

[wandafiction]

Can't Catch A Break - Just Us Chapter 96

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5498

Series List | Chapter 95 | Chapter 97

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"We brought cupcakes!" I shout through the cabin as I stamp my feet on the floor to clear the snow off my boots, turning around to see Wanda closing the door behind us. 

"Are you sure you didn't make babies?" I hear Kate shout back and I hear Wanda choke on air behind me.

"Why would they be? Ew! No, no no no! My brain has been scarred!" I hear one of the boys shout and me and Wanda look at one another both as pale as the other.

"Kate!" I shout back, shaking my head to try and get the color back in my face.

"Sorry!"

"Say that to me, not to them! Oh the images you have planted!" I see Tommy walking out of the back room, with a sheepish looking Kate, as he rubs at his temples. 

"Sorry everyone?" Kate squeaks as I hand the cupcakes off to Wanda quickly taking my boots off and sprint towards her.

"Ah, no! I said I'm sorry!" Kate hides behind Tommy who grumbles about being used as a human shield, but I stop my chase not wanting to hurt him while I beat Kate up. 

"Tommy, it's okay. Let's just go pour bleach in our eyes." Billy joins them dragging his brother towards Wanda. 

"Please don't hurt me." Kate squeaks out and I stomp my foot on the floor making her run towards the boys and Wanda.

"Stop right there missy." Wanda's head tilts and Kate stops in her tracks.

"I'm sorry, okay. I forgot the boys were here for a second." Her head whips back and forth between me and Wanda.

"Fine, okay. Just please watch what you say around them next time, please." Wanda sighs in defeat, rubbing the bridge of her nose. 

"Sorry Wanda. Do you want me to take the cupcakes?" Kate asks softly, trying not to make the Sokovian mad, as I slowly make my way to her side. 

"Sure. Boys why don't you go get a cupcake for yourself before dinner." Kate grabs the cupcakes without another word and the boys both nod, following Kate into the kitchen.

"It's okay princess. No need to stress, just breathe." I rub my hands up and down the outside of her arms, as she releases a sharp breath.

"I know, I know. I just didn't want them to know." I smile down at her as she rests her forehead against my chest.

"They are teenagers princess, they aren't stupid. I mean I walked in on Laura and clint making lila. I think you would much prefer to have the boys be suspicious instead of walking in." 

"I don't want them thinking about it at all." She mumbles against my shirt, and I smile as I weave my hands through her hair.

"They are teenagers Wanda, they learn about it in school as well."

"But they are my innocent little babies. They don't need to know anything about anyone, especially us. Actually they don't need to know anything till they get themselves a partner." I laugh as Wanda continues to grumble about the matter.

"Well when the time comes you can give them the talk." Wanda tilts her head up so her chin is now resting on my shoulder as she shakes her head.

"No, we can give them the talk. I'm not doing this by myself."

"I was never given the talk or been given the talk. I don't know what to do." Wanda's brows scrunch. 

"Laura and Clint never gave you the talk?" 

"No, Laura didn't think it was necessary when she walked in on me and Sarah. Guess it's Karma for walking in on her and Clint." Wanda laughs a little in surprise.

"It sounds like you guys don't know what knocking on doors or privacy is." I lean down giving Wanda a few pecks as she giggles against my lips.

"Or I thought I thought home alone because they were at work but they in fact decided to close early….both times." I shudder at the memories.

"Well I'm just glad our doors have locks on them." I hum against Wanda's lips as I continue to lightly peck at them.

"Maybe we should sound proof it too." I mumble against her lips. 

"Really guys, right in the doorway." Wanda instantly buries her face into my chest when she hears Eleanor's voice.

"We were just talking, Eleanor." I defend.

"Yeah, sure, you definitely weren't eating each other's faces." I roll my eyes, but when I hear a groan I look over my shoulder to see an annoyed looking Tommy.

"Sorry Tommy." He folds his arms over his chest.

"I came back to ask you two if you wanted a cupcake but I come out here to hear Eleanor saying that. My ears and my brain have been scarred. What's next, my eyes?" 

"I would hope not." I say it before I even realise and Wanda sucks in a breath against my chest as Tommy rolls his eyes.

"Good, don't let me need to scoop my own eyes out. I need to go bleach my brain and clean my ears. I will be back." He smirks at me so I know he isn't really that mad, maybe a little creeped out but not mad. 

"There should be some bleach and Q-tips in the bathroom upstairs...maybe you can….you nope, just go eat your cupcake." I shut myself up remembering he is just 14 and I can't give him a snarky remark, especially about this and especially not in front of his own mother.

"Right." He narrows his eyes at me and seems to drop it. "So back to my original question, which is the reason I left the kitchen. Do you want a cupcake?" 

"Yes please Tommy." He nods at me then leans his body slightly to see his mom still hiding her face in my chest. 

"Mom, would you like a cupcake?" All Wanda does is nod her head, and I see a glimpse of her deep red blush.

"Eleanor?" Eleanor turns to look at Tommy.

"I will come with you, I have to check on the dinner anyway." Eleanor looks back at me and Wanda, rolling her eyes, before walking to the kitchen with Tommy and I look down to Wanda.

"You okay princess?" Wanda once again nods against my chest. "Princess?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She moves her head back off my chest, I have to hold my tongue to not call her a tomato as she starts fanning herself to try and cool herself off. 

"Someone a little embarrassed?" I giggle as Wanda flips me off.

"What were you going to say to Tommy but stopped yourself?" 

"Nothing important." I wave her off.

"Baby. What did you want to say?" She gives me puppy eyes, but I don't fall into the trap.

"Nope. I'm not saying a thing." 

"Baby." I shake my head, zipping my lips shut. "Baaaaby. I wuv roo." 

"Dammit you know I can't deny that Baby voice of yours." She beems up at me, standing on her tiptoes to kiss my lips.

"Now what did you nearly say to our son?" 

"Uhm, well." I rub the back of my neck before deciding just to say it, her wording not even registering with both of us. "I was going to say if he didn't want to see anything he could borrow our blindfold." 

"Y/n." Wanda grumbles and I smirk when I see a pink tint color her cheeks. 

"You asked."

"I knew it!" My head whips around to see Kate a few metres behind us with a smug grin on her face and I feel Wanda stuff her head under my top, her cheek against my skin as she hides herself. We really can't catch a break.

"Kate." I give her an 'are you serious' look and she holds her hands up defensively.

"Hey I'm not the one with…" She looks around to make sure the boys aren't in ear shot. "Kinks." 

Kate doesn't manage to duck when something is flung towards her face and I burst out laughing as her jaw hangs open in an offended manner. I turn to look at Wanda who has her hand covering her mouth as she laughs behind it. I hadn't even noticed she had snuck away from me and grabbed one of the hoodies on the coat rack, which was now currently in Kate's hands as she pulls it of her face. 

"Wanda." Kate fakes offence.

"Kate." Wanda mocks and it makes Kate's jaw drop more. 

"Y/n she is being mean." Kate whines.

"Hey, you started it." I hold my hands up in surrender and Wanda smiles at my answer poking her tongue out at Kate not a second later. 

"How am I the youngest here right now?" Kate throws her hands in the air but not before attempting to throw the hoodie back at Wanda. Both their jaws drop as I reach out an arm and catch the hoodie before it even gets close to Wanda's face, who quickly composes herself as I lower it and she tilts her head towards Kate.

"Oh fuck." Kate sprints off and Wanda makes chase, all the while I just shake my head and hang the hoodie back up. 

I head towards the kitchen, laughing when I see Kate holding Tommy up by his armpits, literally using him as a shield as Wanda tries to get past his body to get to Kate. Tommy seems to be having the time of his laugh as he is laughing along everytime Kate moves his body left to right, his arms and legs so relaxed they sway dramatically in the air. Eleanor and Billy are eating a cupcake each as they sit on the kitchen counter, both of them smiling every time Kate takes a step back -bringing Tommy's body with her - when Wanda nearly gets past.

I sneak up behind Kate, since her back is facing the entrance to the kitchen, and I see Wanda hold in a smirk not to give away my plan. Eleanor and Billy both take another bite of their cupcakes hiding their smiles behind the chocolate icing. Once I am right behind Kate I quickly push my hands into her armpits lifting her up the same way she is lifting Tommy. Her reactions are quick as she pulls Tommy close to her, wrapping her arms around him so she doesn't drop him, and I start bouncing up and down with them both. 

After a minute or so I put Kate on the ground, who in turn puts Tommy on the ground but as soon as Tommy is out of her reach I wrap my arms around her. I lift her feet slightly off the ground, her legs start kicking in the air as she tries to wiggle out of my grasp.

"Get her!" I shout into the kitchen.

Wanda is the first to attack Kate digging her nails into her side, making sure she isn't actually hurting Kate as she stops every few seconds. Tommy grabs her legs by her shins, lifting them up and locking them under his left arm while his right hand starts tickling her feet. Billy jumps off the counter running over to join the tickle attack, he decides to go for the neck. 

Kate is now squirming around a lot, her laughs echoing around the kitchen as tears start to roll down her cheeks. Eleanor makes her way over, and I smile when I see her dip her finger into the icing of her cupcake. 

"Mom, no, no, no!" I laugh at the slight fear I see in Kate's eyes as she tries to move her head away from her mother's chocolate covered finger but it is no use as Eleanor easily smothers her cheek in chocolate.

"Oh this looks like fun." I turn my head to look over my shoulder to see Janet who has a mischievous smirk painted on her lips. 

"Grandma J, please no more." Kate says breathlessly between laughs.

"Too late." Janet plants her lips on Kate's clean cheek and starts blowing raspberries. 

"Stop, stop. I'm going to pee. I'm going to pee." We all stop and I place Kate quickly on the ground who sprints out the room.

"Is she okay?" Wanda's eyes follow Kate as she darts out of the kitchen.

"Oh yeah, but she's not lying she is probably trying to get to the bathroom on time." 

Wanda hums in acknowledgement, smiling to herself, walking up to me and wrapping her arms around my waist. She pushes her face into my chest, snuggling as close as she can letting out a content sigh as she closes her eyes. I lift one hand up to Wanda's head and start scratching at her scalp just the way she likes it, while the other wraps around her shoulder holding her close. I smile to the other people in the room as they coo at the sight, the boys deciding they want to make it a group hug as Tommy hugs Wanda's left side and Billy hugs her right: their arms wrapping around both both and their mom.

I feel Wanda let out a small sigh planting a small kiss on my clothed chest, her hands moving under the back of my shirt so her hands can rest on my bare skin at the small of my back. Her fingertips start gently dancing along the skin, it's so delicate and acute I hardly feel it. 

"Tired princess?" I feel her subtly nod against my chest and I tilt my head down to rest my lips on the top of her head. "We will have dinner then we can head back to the cabin, we have another early flight tomorrow so up at 5 again."

"Next time we are taking the jet. No getting up at 5am." Wanda mumbles into my sternum.

"You're the one who said no jet." Wanda tilts her head so her eyes look into mine.

"Well I changed my mind. I don't like early wake up calls, so jet next time." She smiles at me silently telling me it isn't actually a demand, but she is open to the option.

"Okay." Our moment of peace is interrupted when Kate comes singing and dancing into the kitchen.

"Who loves food! I do! Who wants food! I do, I do! What sort of food? Any food, any food." Her voice trails off as she finally looks up to see us. "Oh, hey guys. So how long is the food going to be?"

"Go sit, all of you. Me and Eleanor will bring it to the table." Janet ushers us out of the kitchen, the boys detaching themselves from me and Wanda as they follow Kate but me and Wanda remain stuck in our spot.

"Carry me." Her voice is quiet but I see Janet give me a soft smile meaning she heard, miming the word 'cute' to me. 

"Of course princess." 

I press a kiss to her forehead head, her hands remove themselves from my top so they can wrap around my neck. My hands move down to her thighs, hoisting her up and her legs wrap around my waist. Her head turns around her eyes going wide when she sees the other two smiling at us, an embarrassed blush covering her face. 

"I'm sorry for seeming so needy." She looks up at me with a pout obviously not liking the clinginess she is feeling with other people watching. 

"You two go sit. We will bring it out." Janet says completely dismissing Wanda's worry by ignoring the fact which makes me smile because Wanda stuffs her face into the crook of my neck and I mime out a thank you to both women. 

"I've got you princess." I mumble into her ear as I walk us towards the dining room. 

I sit down on a chair, moving Wanda to sit sideways in my lap as her head rests against my chest but she makes an effort to open her eyes so she can interact with her boys. I start to scratch at her scalp again to try and help keep her calm so she doesn't start panicking about showing her clingy side again. 

"You okay mom?" Bill sits on the chair next to me leaning is head on my shoulder.

"Yeah, just a little tired."

"Oh I get snuggly too when I'm tired. It's a shame I have no one to snuggle." Kate states making Wanda smile since they aren't teasing each other for once.

"You'll find someone Kate." Wanda pulls my free hand into her lap and starts fiddling with my fingers. 

"How do you know that? Do you know someone?" Wanda shakes her head.

"No, unfortunately not. Yelena and you would be platonic soulmates that's for sure, if you ever met her. Nats exploring her wild side at the moment and Sharon is...well I don't know what Sharon is doing but your not her type. And the guys I know are like in their 40s so, they also get a no and most of them are not worth even trying anyway."

"Well damn, that's a shame. But it sounds like Y/n has made new friends because of you. Congrats Y/n." I roll my eyes as the boys and Wanda giggle.

"Yeah, whatever. But Wanda is right you and Yelena would be best pals."

"Well I can't say no to new friends. Oh how's Zak doing?" 

"Omg you know Zak?" Wanda sits up more in my lap and excited smile on her face, now a little more awake at the mention of his name.

"Yeah, who doesn't know Zak? If you know Y/n, you know Zak or the other way around. If they both weren't gay I would say they would have made a nice couple." Wanda laughs as Kate rambles about Zak the boys adding things on from how he was at the dinner.

"He can be a diva though." I point out.

"I mean yeah, but it's Zak it's like his whole thing." Kate defends him. 

"Okay, dinners up." Janet makes her presence known as she walks into the room holding two plates on each arm, setting them down in front of me and Wanda, who chooses to sit on the free sit to my left, and the boys who are sat either side of us. 

"Thank you Janet, this looks amazing." I pick up my knife and fork, ready to start eating but waiting for the others to get their food. 

"Yes, thank you Mrs Bishop this looks lovely." Tommy says as he pulls his chair under the table properly.

"You guys can start Eleanor is just on her way and please call me Janet boys. Any family of Y/n's gets to call me so." Janet motions for us to start as she takes a seat at the head of the table. 

"Okay, well thank you Janet." Tommy corrects as he looks at his mom for permission to start.

"Go ahead boys." They both immediately start cutting their food and hum when they taste it. 

"Woah, this is so good. What is it?" Tommy takes another bite.

"It's a meat taco salad, nothing to complicated." She brushes it off as Eleanor enters with their food, taking a seat next to her daughter. 

"I assume its game meat?" Wanda asks as she takes her first bite, eyes going wide as she hums at the taste as well. She hardly finishes her first mouthful before she is putting another fork load in her mouth. 

"It is yes." Janet keeps her answers short and vague not knowing what the boys reaction to eating game meat might be, but they don't seem to care as they have hardly taken a breath between bites. 

"Aren't you going to eat Y/n." I brought out of my wierd trance by Kates voice, her eyes darting between me and the food and I see Wanda's worried eyes on me from my peripheral. 

"Sorry, yeah, just caught in the moment." I scoop up I forkfull, the moment I bite down and taste the meat I know exactly what it is.

"It's a very rich meat." Wanda points out as she scans the red meat on her fork before putting it her mouth making me giggle at her curiosity. 

"It's very red too." Tommy points out copying his mom's actions. "Whatever it is, its really good."

"Is it caribou?" I question before taking another bite, Janet simply nods as she has her mouthful. "Game or farmed?"

"Game." I hum in acknowledgement as Eleanor answers for her mother and I raise an eyebrow at Kate in silent question who nods in return. I send her a proud smile and one grows on her face to.

"So this is wild deer, sort of?" Billy asks taking another bite, obviously not bothered by the fact.

"Yeah it is." Janet places her fork down as she wipes her mouth with a napkin allowing some of her food to settle before continuing, she said it makes sure she can eat it all.

Because the moment you feel full, you stop and two minutes later you're hungry again so instead stop before you get too full and then continue once that feeling goes down. Life lessons with Janet. I don't actually know if it works or if she is just being quirky, I'm too much of a food lover to stop eating a meal halfway through to finish it 5 minutes later.

"Well this is definitely better then shop brought meat. And it's cooked really nicely." Tommy compliments as he finishes his off and wipes his mouth clean with the napkin provided. 

"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it." Janet has now chosen to drink some water, something about helping the food mix and digest. Like I said I've never tried this but Janet swears by it. 

I don't know Google it because I've been too lazy to over the years.

"Yes thank you. It was lovely Janet." Wanda remarks placing her knife and fork down on her plate. 

Soon everyone else has thanked Janet for the food and finished, and now we are all just sitting around letting the food go down for a second before we disappear off to our cabin. My left arm is draped over the back of Wanda's chair, my hand on her shoulder while my other one rests on the edge of the table drumming away to a random beat in my head. 

"So when are we going to see you guys next?" Kate asks with a little worry in her eyes.

"Well we will be staying in New York so whenever you come down and visit." I inform my friend.

"Okay well I will be down the end of next week…"

"So will we." Janet and Eleanor interrupt Kate. 

"Okay well we can arrange to meet up. Maybe have a small meal or we can do a whole big thing at thanksgiving." Wanda offers. 

"We can organise something once we get back, that sound good to you guys." Kate puts out there and we all nod and agree. "Great, well I can only cook packet mac and cheese so one of you will have to do the cooking." 

"Packet mac and cheese is so good though!" Tommy shouts excitedly earning a laugh from everyone around the table.

"Right! Wanda I love this kid." Kate high fives Tommy across the table. "You too Billy." Both of them high five too and the smile on Wanda's face is insane but I can see her tired eyes.

"I hate to cut this short, but I think it is time we head off. We have an early morning tomorrow."

"Of course, of course. We will all show you out." Janet stands from the table making her way out of the room and the rest of us follow soon behind. 

We walk to the front door, the four of us grabbing our coats and shoes as Kate holds the small container of the remaining cupcakes which she hands off to Wanda once he is ready. As soon as the container is out of her hand she engulfs me in a hug, that had so much force behind it I stumble backwards slightly until Billy and Tommy manage to put a hand on my back to stop us from falling.

"You okay there Hawk Eve?" I ask as I wrap my arms around her.

"Yeah, just going to miss you." I smile down at the younger girl.

"We are literally going to plan something for next month."

"I know, but I'm still not over the missing you from before." Kate admits shyly.

"Okay, well we can do coffee once a week when you get back to New York." 

"Sounds good." Kate leans back looking between me and Wanda. "I'm happy for you."

"Thank you Kate." She plants a kiss on my cheeks, but suddenly looking at Wanda expecting a bad reaction but when she sees only a smile she relaxes. 

"Love you, bi...stinky." I slap Kates arm playfully but she jumps back pretending it hurts. 

"Love you too kid." Kates jaw drops buts she chooses to ignore me and hug the boys bye instead while me and Wanda say our byes to Eleanor and Janet. Kate shuffles a little when it comes to saying bye to Wanda not sure what to do, but when she is pulled into a hug she relaxes. 

"Bye Kate. Its been a pleasure meeting you." Wanda says genuinely, I see her whisper something in Kate's ear and Kate whispers something back and they embrace each other more. 

"It's been lovely too meet you Wanda. I will see you soon." 

"See you soon Kate." They both pull away from the embrace, Wanda grabbing my hand as we start to walk out the door.

"Text me Kate." I shout up to her as we start getting into the car.

"I will. See you all soon." She waves her hand above her head enthusiastically, the boys returning one with the same energy before climbing into the car.

"Okay back to the cabin." I say to no one in particular as I reverse the car back off the driveway as the other three wave to Kate, Eleanor and Janet.

"Bye!" The sound echoes through the car as the boys shout out the window until we are driving away. 

"Thank you for letting us hang out with Kate. She is really fun! And the archery thing is so cool, like, she is so awesome." Billy rants and raves about how they shot at different targets and Kate showed off all the tricks she has been teaching herself to seem cool. It must be working because a 14 year old just called her cool...so….

"Yes thank you mom. And thank you Y/n for bringing us." I smile at Tommy through the rearview mirror for second, my hand finding home on Wanda's thighs and her hands immediately start fiddling with my rings and fingers  

"I'm glad you liked her and enjoyed her company. Like I said before she is a hyper puppy but she means well." 

"She's 19, let her be." Wanda tries to defend her apparent new friend.

"Says the one who was chasing her around every two minutes." Me and the boys giggle as Wanda shrugs with a smile.

"It's fun to act like a kid sometimes." I give her thigh a gentle squeeze.

"I'm only joking princess. There is nothing wrong with the fact, it was actually funny and cute. It's also really sweet you get on with her and the other two." 

"Well I did go all Sokovian on Eleanor for a second but we will skip past that fact." 

"Indeed we will." 

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"Night Boys." I whisper to then as we enter the cabin, Wanda in my arms half asleep.

"Night Y/n. Night mom." 

"Mhmm, night boys...love...you." Wanda mumbles as she tries to open her eyes, forcing herself to stay awake. 

"You really are tired today aren't you." All she can do is nod. "Let's get you to bed." 

I carefully carry her upstairs making sure we don't fall, or I don't drop her. I go to the door to see its already open, one of the boys must have done it for me, and make my way into the room kicking the door shut. I sit Wanda up on the edge of the bed, but she is that tired that her body just flops backwards onto it and I have to hold in a laugh. 

"You okay princess?" Wanda opens up her eyes giving me a lazy smile as I bend over to look at her with an amused one.

"I'm okay. Just want cuddles and sleep."

"Okay. First we need to get you changed. No clothes night tonight?" I offer knowing how much more she craves skin on skin contact when she is clingy. 

"Please." 

"Of course. I've got you." I start with her socks, as she tiredly mumbles random shit to herself while her hands dance in front of her face like it's helping to explain whatever nonsense she is saying. "What did you and Kate whispers to each other earlier?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Ealier you and Kate whispered something to each other and then hugged each other tightly."

"I don't recall." 

"Princess." I drag it out in hopes she will give in but she shakes her head.

"I plead the fifth." She squeal as I leave a sloppy kiss on her lips.

"Fine." I say with a smile so she knows I don't actually, desperately, need to know.

"I love you baaaaby." Her voice cracks with rasp as she falls more into a sleepy state.

"I love you to princess."

"I'm not on my period by the way."

I kneel at the edge of the bed starting to take her pants of as I give her a very confused look. She lifts her head of the bed, looking down at me copying my confused look before her head flops back down.

"I just mean, last time I was like this clingy was on my period. But it's not that." I kiss her now bare thigh as I pull her pants down and she giggles at the feeling of the wet kiss and start to pull her underwearoff too. "Tickles."

"Well I know it's not your period, because you only had yours 2 weeks ago is I think. Do you know what it is?" I kiss her thigh again smiling when I hear her giggle and her hand tries to, and miserably fails to, swat my face away. 

"Mmmm, maybe the intense sex. I just feel very clingy after it, don't know why. Also you haven't had a period yet. What's that about?" I laugh at her sleepy state as her words slur together a little as I move to sit on the edge of the bed to take her shirt off.

"That is a very high possibility. It probably has something to do with the release of hormones including oxytocin - the cuddle hormone - which explains itself." I manage to slide the shirt off her body, without much help from the sleepy woman, and easily take her bra off next. Skipping over her question completely.

"Well that explains it." 

"Right let's get you under the covers." 

"Thank you for looking after me baby." Wanda's eyes are now fully open looking at me, as I wrap one arm under her body and lift her up the bed. 

"I will always look after you princess."

"Even when I'm old and grey."

"Even when you're old and grey." Her eyes close as she gives me a very sleepy but very happy smile.

"I will look after you too. Just me and you." I peck her lips as I climb into bed next to her, pushing the covers out from under her body and then over ours. 

"Just us." Wanda hums while nodding her body gravitating towards mine. Her head finding home on my bare chest as one of her legs bends to rest between mine as the other lays partially across my left one, her foot resting on my shin. Her right arm hooks itself under my body as her left one rests on my chest, her fingers tracing patterns under my right boob.

"Is that going to be our couple mantra?" Wanda mumbles against my chest.

"What, just us?"

"Mmm. Like people says I love you more. Or they say always and forever. Or I read this book where they say I'm with you. So can just us be ours." She tilts her head back to look up at me as I lift my head to look down at her.

"Just us princess." She smiles at me before planting a wet kiss on my bare chest.

"Just us, dorogaya…..just us."

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[gamerbearmira]

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GUYS I HAVE CONTENT...THIS...Is all I got. I was so tired and I slept like all weekend 😭😭 but I'm gonna try and do more stuff. Also Christmas. Got my mom $95+ gift and it still hasn't come 😭 so im stressing over that

BUT OTHER WISE WE ROLLINNNNNNN ❗❗❗ I've got some bug au. Thus came to my kind. I also have other snippets I've been working on, but thus what I finished WITH ART.

LES GOOOOOO

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Luisa snuck out of her room, her wings buzzing gently as she went towards Mirabel's room. She carefully made her way down the hallway, opting to walk rather than fly so as to not cause too much noise.

Once up to Mirabel's door, she gently opened it, wincing when the door creaked a bit, but it was fine. As she stepped in, she was shocked to see Camilo already there, talking to the girl.

"Luisa?" Mirabel asked, looking at her older sister. "Why are you here? N-Not that I mind!"

Luisa blinked for a moment before closing the door behind her. "I...I wanted to see your new wings. I didn't get to see them earlier 'cause I was too busy."

Camilo looked at his older prima, three of his six arms enthusiastically waving at her. She waved back, and Mirabel slowly slid out of bed, standing up. Camilo walked over to Luisa, giggling with a spark of mischief in his eyes.

"They're so cool," he whispered to her as Mirabel prepared to display her wings.

"Ready?" Mirabel asked and Luisa nodded. Camilo nodded too, even though he had already seen them, several times.

Mirabel focused for a moment, and then her wings began to lift. It took her a moment, but she eventually managed to lift them, though it was clear she was still getting used to it.

Luisa's eyes lit up as she looked at the wings, her smile side as she looked at the delicate appendages. She walked up to Mirabel, looking into her sister's eyes as if asking for permission. Mirabel nodded and Luisa's fingers gently touched them.

"They're so pretty," Luisa said softly, mesmerized by the sight. Mirabel giggled, quietly thanking her sister. Camilo appeared, his six arms immediately tracing the patterns on her wings. Mirabel giggled again, feeling a ticklish sensation as her sister and cousin touched her wings.

"They look like abuelos don't they?" Camilo asked and Luisa looked at him and then the wings before thinking back to the painting of their abuelo in the hall. They really did when she thought about it. Maybe the patterns were a bit different, and his looked a little lighter, but otherwise, they were identical.

"They do!" Luisa smiled. Mirabel carefully folded her wings, sitting back down on the bed with Camilo joining her.

"Are you gonna join our sleepover?" Camilo asked, rolling on the bed. Luisa hesitated for a moment, fidgeting on her feet. She usually stayed in her room, so she could get ready as fast as she could and go out to work.

"Please, Luisa? Just this once?" Mirabel pleaded, and both she and Camilo gave her wide. Well...one wouldn't hurt, right? A

"Ok," Luisa said, giggling softly as she joined her younger sister and cousin on the floor. One sleepover wouldn't hurt.

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THE TRIO...I LOVE THE TRIO <3333 guys they're my favorite fr fr

I wish the art was a little better but. My hands hurt and I can't find my ipad charger 💀 so I tried my best and I hope this makes the cut❓❗

ANYWAY. MORE LATER. MAYBE AN ASK OR TWO IDK <333

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And If Thou Wilt, Forget: a TMA fanfic

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Chapter 16: One round monotonous of change

Tim knew before the week was out that he was right not to clue the new Archives crew into everything. Or anything, for that matter.

He’d learned very quickly not to attempt to help Jon, at least not when the others were around. Actually, dealing with Jon was a delicate balance of being helpful without being too helpful, keeping things running without making it obvious that he was anticipating orders at best and doing what he’d always done regardless of said orders at worst. The man was obviously insecure, completely unprepared for his position, and despite what he’d said the first day about Elias telling him he’d be fine with Tim there, he didn’t seem particularly keen to take advice or suggestions. Tim gave him the simplistic, obvious notes Gertrude had left him, smiled and joked his way around the edges of the workday, and metaphorically washed his hands of the situation.

Sasha, now, Sasha was interesting. She was definitely more aware of what archiving entailed than Jon was, and a bit of conversation had revealed she’d been in academia longer than he had, which made Tim wonder how come Elias hadn’t appointed her the temporary archivist instead. She was, however, largely focused on the computer work. She’d come in the third day with a whole suite of books on MS-DOS and Windows 95 that she’d scrounged somewhere—and sworn a blue streak when she realized the computer’s operating system was Windows 3.11—and, like Jon, stubbornly refused assistance. Tim made a token offer of help, accepted her refusal with seeming grace, and left her to it.

Martin was actually the only one willing to accept Tim’s help, although he always waited until they were alone to ask for it. Tim assumed he was embarrassed that he needed help—he’d been with the Institute ten years—but honestly, it was kind of a relief to be able to help someone. Still…there was something off about him. Tim couldn’t quite put his finger on what, just that he didn’t seem like an almost forty-year-old academic with a master’s degree in parapsychology. Among other things, he seemed really not to be at home with the sorts of research they did, even if it wasn’t as…traditional as the kind most academia did. He’d also been very vague on what he’d done his master’s thesis on. Tim chose not to press him and just made sure the work, cursory though it may have been, was getting done.

Coming in to do his…independent research was harder than he’d thought initially, too. Jon was so paranoid about being seen not doing his job that he came in before eight and left well after five, and Tim hadn’t yet figured out his schedule well enough that he could get in early and get out before he was noticed, or for that matter be sure that if he came in after hours he wouldn’t get caught. He was doing what he could at home with Gerry, but for the first time, he fully appreciated what Gertrude had meant when she’d said she needed the Archives to progress her research. There were statements there that would help, he knew it, and he needed the free time to really explore the shelves and find the ones he needed.

Friday seemed like his best bet; he lingered over the (admittedly totally bullshit) statement he was researching, told Martin and Sasha not to worry about him, and kept an eye on the Archivist’s door. Jon came out eventually, looking tired, then froze when he saw Tim. He cleared his throat and straightened. Tim almost felt bad. Almost. “Tim. What are you still doing here?”

“Just finishing up some notes on the Cook case,” Tim lied cheerfully. Everything he needed had come in well ahead of time and was organized. “Monday being the spring bank holiday and all, I didn’t want to let it linger. You go ahead, I’ll close up shop when I’m done.”

“No need. I’m going to do one last sweep to make sure everything is put away properly while you get that finished.” Jon turned and walked away before Tim could come up with an appropriate response.

He supposed he could hastily gather his things, pretend to leave, and lock himself in a closet until Jon left, but a glance out of the corner of his eye told him that would be for nothing. Jon was extremely thorough in checking to make sure things were ready to leave. Oh, well, maybe he could come in over the weekend—the extra day would afford him a bit of protection. He’d still have to be careful, though. They weren’t doing enough that Jon might want to come in on days the Institute was nominally closed, but you never knew.

Tim was just packing up his laptop when Jon returned, looking faintly annoyed. “That back corner looks dreadful, there were statements every which way. If Martin can’t be bothered to put things back properly, I swear—”

“Martin hasn’t been back there all week, boss. Not since I gave you guys the tour, anyway. It was probably the ghost.” Tim slung his bag over his shoulder and felt for his keys.

“The ghost,” Jon said flatly.

Tim shrugged. “I used to come in some mornings—especially Mondays—and find stuff moved around. Thought it was Gertrude for a while because she worked odd hours sometimes, but it happened while she was out of town, too. ‘S why I make sure everything is cleared off my desk before I leave.”

“And you think it’s a ghost,” Jon said in the same flat, unemotional voice as before.

Actually, no, he didn’t. Tim was fairly certain it was Elias, but there was also a possibility that it was someone else—Gerry hadn’t been the only person who helped Gertrude out from time to time, there was that fussy old man he’d spotted a time or two when he got back sooner than previously anticipated, and it was entirely possible that one of them had a key. Either way, it was why the notebook Tim and Gertrude had used for the computer was in code and why he usually made a careful sweep first thing upon arriving and last thing upon leaving. Whoever or whatever was getting in here, they didn’t need to know anything Gertrude wasn’t ready to share.

And if it wasn’t somebody on their side, at least nominally, it wasn’t likely to be a ghost.

“Well,” he said instead, giving Jon a teasing grin, “the cleaning staff doesn’t come down here, so if it’s not a ghost, it’s an extremely weird and specific burglar.”

Jon’s lips flattened briefly. “I suppose it’s a good thing you’re making sure everything is cleaned up, then, if you’re worried about that,” he muttered under his breath. Aloud, he said, “Come on, then. Best to walk out before Rosie locks the front door.”

“We can go out the side door,” Tim pointed out.

“I don’t have the key to lock or unlock it from the outside.”

Since Tim knew that key had been on the bunch he gave Elias, he bit his tongue and filed that away for further use. Either Jon was lying in an attempt to catch Tim out on something, or Elias had held it back for unspecified purposes. Maybe he’d just got tired of not knowing when Tim and Gertrude were in the Archives.

They headed up the stairs together. Rosie was, in fact, just getting ready to lock the front door, but she held it for them and wished them a good weekend before shutting it behind them. Tim had taken the Tube rather than drive in because Gerry had an appointment in Penzance and needed the car, so they ended up walking together to Sloane Square before parting. Tim watched Jon head towards the opposite platform—thankfully he lived in the other direction—then turned. He was just considering backtracking and heading back to the Institute now when his gaze fell on a figure seated on one of the far benches.

Martin.

Tim’s intentions to keep his relations with his new (temporary) colleagues superficial, at least until Gertrude came back and decided if she was keeping them, were wavering in the face of Martin Blackwood. Partly—mostly—it was the fact that he kept asking for Tim’s help, but more importantly, he had at least attracted the attention of the Lonely. Tim wasn’t as good as Gerry was at spotting marks on people, not yet anyway, unless it was the Eye or the Stranger, but Martin practically wore it on his sleeve, or at least in his eyes. It may not have fully marked him yet, but he’d definitely drawn its interest. Tim had two—well, three, really—good reasons to do something about that. The first was, quite simply, that letting any of the Fourteen get hold of a person unwillingly was kind of not okay; it had been done to him, to Gerry, and in a way to Gertrude, and while he couldn’t save anyone at the Institute from the Eye, he could at least do something about any of the others, or at the very least try. The second, more serious one was that if the Lonely did get hold of Martin, it might use him to get into the Archives, and Tim wasn’t having any of that either. Attacks weren’t uncommon, and Gertrude had always been ruthless in keeping them out—one of the first things she’d taught Tim, once she clued him in, was how to ward off the Stranger so they could control whether or not it noticed him—and would never allow it to take root. If Martin succumbed to it, or it got hold of him too deeply, Tim didn’t doubt for a minute that Gertrude would throw out the baby, the bathwater, and burn the whole damn house down for good measure to be sure the Lonely didn’t have a way in. At some point it would be a kindness, but right now it would just be cruel.

The third was, quite simply, that Tim didn’t want to end up like that himself. He was only four or five years younger than Martin, and he had anchors, but…well. He remembered something Gerry had said once when talking about a woman he’d encountered in Italy: Sometimes the loneliest place in the world is in the middle of a thousand people knowing not one of them gives a damn whether you live or die.

Tim had stopped him in the middle of the palazzo and kissed him hard, in front of God and everybody, and nobody had blinked an eye, but they’d both understood what it meant. That wouldn’t work with Martin, but he could try something.

“Hey, Marto.”

Martin, who had been concentrating on a knitting project, jumped and dropped one of his needles, which clattered to the platform floor. “Oh! Tim, I d—I didn’t see you there. Did I forget something?”

“No, I just saw you when I got here and thought I’d come sit with you.” Tim bent to retrieve the fallen needle, then sat down next to Martin with a sigh. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“No! N-no, I just…” Martin’s eyes darted around the platform. “I didn’t know you took the Tube. I’ve, um, I’ve never seen you. I thought you drove?”

“Have been, this week anyway. It rained on Monday and I hate dealing with the walk from here in the rain if I can help it. But my partner needed the car today.” Tim flashed Martin a grin. “Tube doesn’t run outside London.”

“Oh.” Martin looked a little flustered. “It’s—I just, I don’t remember seeing you on the line before. You’ve, you’ve been with the Institute two years, right?”

“Twenty months, but who’s counting? And I just moved a couple months ago.” Tim hitched a thumb over his shoulder. “Used to live out in Hounslow, so the other direction. Which line are you waiting on, the Circle or the District?”

Martin shrugged, looking a bit embarrassed. “Um, doesn’t matter, actually. I live on the Northern line.”

“You’re joking!” Tim studied Martin’s face. “You’re serious. Which end?”

“Stockwell.”

“No kidding. I’m Morden.” Tim hesitated, then made an offer he normally wouldn’t have worried about. Maybe a little because he suspected Martin would rather chew his own leg off than actually accept it, so it wouldn’t matter, but mostly because a sincere offer would go a long way towards combating the Lonely. “Remind me to give you my number, and if I’m driving in, I can swing by and give you a ride.”

“Oh! Oh, that’s—that’s very kind of you. Thank you.” Martin’s face turned pink.

The next scheduled train pulled into the platform, and Tim and Martin managed to find seats, rare enough for rush hour on the London Underground. As they settled in, Tim asked, “So what are you making there?”

“Just socks. I, um, there was a whole load of knitting wool that went up for sale cheap a couple weeks back, and I managed to get hold of it. I’ve been sort of going through it and trying plan stuff out, but there was this sock yarn, so…” Martin shrugged a little. He looked uncomfortable.

“I’m always impressed by people who can knit. I never could get the hang of it…how long have you been knitting?”

Martin, unexpectedly, blushed again. “Since I was little…seven or eight, maybe? Um, my mum, she was—she was sick a lot, so I spent a lot of time in waiting rooms, you know, and, well, it was hard to carry enough books to keep me occupied and she really didn’t like me fidgeting, so…” He flapped the half-finished sock helplessly.

Tim winced inwardly in sympathy, but kept the smile in place. A picture was forming in his mind of Martin’s childhood, and it wasn’t one that made him feel any better about the incursion of the Lonely. Best not to let that show, though. “So, what, thirty years? You must have quite a stash.”

The blush got deeper, and Martin looked surprisingly uncomfortable. The approach of the stop where they would have to switch trains meant talking went on hold—especially when the Northern pulled in just as they were getting off and they had to sprint to catch it—and while Tim had a pretty strong constitution from all the walking he’d done recently, he was not a sprinter, so it took him almost as long to catch his breath once they dropped into their seats as it did Martin. Once they were back on an even keel, though, he went back to encouraging Martin to open up a bit. “You know I’m not making fun of you about the knitting, yeah? I really want to know. I mean, it’s got to be worthwhile if you’ve been doing it for thirty years.”

Martin fidgeted slightly, worrying at his lower lip and shooting nervous glances at Tim. He’d either be a lousy poker player or a really, really good one, if this was a bluff. Tim let his own smile slip slightly and a bit of concern pop into his eyes.

That was apparently all it took. “Tim, I—l-look, look, if I…just, don’t tell Jon. Please? O-or Elias, but…I’m more worried about Jon right now.”

Okay, now Tim was actually worried. He licked his lips, but nodded. “I promise,” he said. Unconsciously, he spun the black ring around his finger to loosen it. He comforted himself with the knowledge that he never willingly shared things with Elias anyway, and that he hadn’t got to the level of trusting Jon enough to gossip to him yet…and Martin hadn’t forbidden him to tell anyone whatever this was, so he could still hash it out with Gerry later.

Martin hesitated a moment longer, gaze darting around the car. Tim guessed he was checking to make sure Jon—or possibly anyone else familiar from the Institute—wasn’t within earshot. Just before Tim prompted him, he blurted out, “I’m only twenty-six.”

Tim blinked, and mentally counted back, and then counted again. “You had your master’s degree at sixteen?”

“N-no. No, I don’t—” Martin swallowed hard. “I d-don’t have a master’s. I don’t even have a degree. I, my mum, she—I told you she was sick? Well, she, um, she got really bad about ten years back and—and I had to drop out of school and get a job. Nobody was hiring, so I—you know, I just, I started making stuff up. Anything to get my foot in the door. I lied about having a master’s degree in parapsychology and it got me in the door and…I-I mean, it didn’t, it didn’t matter so much up in the library, but now I’m in the Archives and it’s a big deal and J-Jon thinks I have all these credentials and…I-I’m toast. I’m going to get fired. I’m definitely going to get fired.”

“You’re not going to get fired,” Tim assured him. In the first place, he wasn’t sure Jon actually had the authority to fire—or hire, for that matter—anyone to begin with, and even if he did…well, he still wasn’t entirely sure Martin or Sasha were bound too the Archives if Gertrude hadn’t appointed them or affirmed their appointment, but it would at least be a comfort. “An appointment to the Archives is an appointment for life, after all. Didn’t Elias tell you that? Or Jon?”

“No?” Martin looked confused, but he also looked a bit less stressed. “Jon’s barely said two words to me, honestly, and all Elias said when he sent me down to the Archives was that someone had finally decided to give me an opportunity to move on. I thought he meant Jon, but Jon seemed like he had no idea I’d been hired, so…”

Tim twisted the ring again—it was really stuck tonight, he’d been doing a lot of writing and his hand must’ve swollen—but held his tongue. Martin didn’t need to know about Elias’s unnecessarily cruel policy. All he said was, “Well, it’s true. You’re here forever—you, me, Sasha, even Jon. No matter how mad he gets at you, he’s not going to be able to fire you.” He nudged Martin lightly. “Besides, you’re a good asset to the Archives.”

Martin blushed again. “You’re just saying that.”

“Hey, I’m the one who knew Gertrude Robinson, remember? She’d have loved to have you on the team if she’d put up an internal posting.” And you’ll probably be the only one who sticks around when she gets back, he added to himself. At least if she came back in the next few weeks. Jon was ill-suited to the Archives, at least so far, and Sasha was almost too curious for her own damned good. More to the point, Martin was the only one willing to learn. No way would Gertrude pass that up.

Martin smiled, then glanced up at the window as the train slowed. “Um, this is my stop. See you Monday, Tim.”

“Tuesday,” Tim reminded him. “Monday’s the spring bank holiday.”

“Oh! Oh, right, I forgot. Yeah, see you Tuesday.”

“See you, Martin.” Tim flashed Martin a smile and a wave as he got off the train. Martin waved back just before the doors closed.

Alone again, Tim relaxed against the seat and turned his thoughts towards the weekend. He would definitely need to go in sometime this weekend and have a look around. Maybe he’d take Gerry with him and the two of them could pull a few relevant statements. A second pair of eyes would be useful in making sure he didn’t put anything out of order and raise Jon’s suspicions…or worse, his ire.

Meanwhile, though, he thought he’d take tonight to relax. Maybe see if Gerry was up for a walk, and they could take their new shaggy overlord up to one of the parks and let him chase sticks for a bit. There would be time enough for research later.

After all…it wasn’t like it was the end of the world. Yet.

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through the hourglass 110. brb x oc

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“I can’t believe we’re having cherry pie at midnight.” Beatrice says, her legs resting on top of his thighs as the two sit on the couch, “And watching Peaky Blinders.” the gunshot that echoed from the tv didn’t even phase them, “And you got me flowers.”

“It’s been a while since I got you some.” he smirks, chewing his forkful as he rubs her calf, “How’s it though? Good?”

Beatrice stares at him as if he asked the dumbest question ever, “Good?You know, when you told me you could bake I thought ‘wow,he’s husband material alright.’.” she finishes her sentence with a giggle, moving her calf back and forth on his hold because she was so relaxed.

“And I am,aren’t I?”

“Of course you are.” she pokes his side with her foot, squeaking when he just grabs her ankle and traps her there, “You are the best husband that ever existed.”

Rooster’s cheeks flushed a soft red and he scratched the bridge of his nose sheepishly, avoiding her eyes for a second, “Anyway,” he says as he clears his throat, ‘How was work? Did Evelyn stay long?”

‘Honestly,” she gestures with her fork, looking at the ceiling, “It was so crazy, like, the amount of people,Roos. It’s like it tripled in a matter of months! It really was wild because me,Shells and Jessie had to switch spots every now and again while Penny stayed behind the counter! But it was really fun…oh! And Ev stayed for about…half an hour? Maybe, she didn’t plan on staying long to be honest, she just wanted to see everyone because she missed us…and to tell Jake she was fine, he kept messaging her.”

“Honestly that’s how I felt when I was away.” he murmured, rubbing her calf again, “I worried so much,gorgeous.”

Beatrice’s eyes softened as she looked at him, placing the empty plate on the coffee table - far enough from Jolene so she wouldn’t snatch a bite - and pushing herself to her knees. He already knew what was going after, so he set his plate aside as well and leaned back so she could sit on his lap, his sigh of relief once she does makes her smile, “You like me sitting on your lap?”

“Or on my face.” she gasps in shock, cheeks turning red, “Both are great for me.”

“Rooster.”

“Bea.”

They stare at each other for a few seconds, eventually breaking into quiet laughter before their foreheads met, “...I know you worry about me.” she whispered, “And that you were even more worried because you were far away from me.” her hands gently cup his cheeks and brush her thumbs over his cheekbones, “I admit I was really nervous, I really was…but at least you came back soon and saw Nikki’s birth.”

His smile widens, “I did. It was the most magical thing ever.” he pauses “And the most terrifying one, seeing you passed out…was fucking scary, but at least everything went well.”

“And you were with me as Nikki grew into a healthy six months old baby.” she says, “...she’s six months old,Roos. Can you believe it? She’ll be one year old next year. Like…in a matter of months!”

“And I’ll be thirty nine.” he frowns a bit, “...Jesus.”

“You look great for a thirty nine years old man.” she counters, gently brushing her fingers on his temples, “You still look handsome as the first time I saw you…and you’ll get even better as you get older.” he huffs out a disbelieved laugh, but Beatrice is serious, “I swear, Roos you are so handsome. And you look at least in your early thirties.”

“Watch until I get my first gray hairs.”

‘You’ll be a silver fox.” she grins when he laughs, unabashedly and loud, his hands caressing her hips and down her thighs, “You know that. You know you’ll be absolutely handsome when you get older.”

Bradley’s smile softened because his wife was so incredibly sweet without even trying to. He leans up to meet her lips in a lazy kiss, one that was sweet and full of promise at the same time, “Thank you,gorgeous.” he smirks, “You’ll look even better too.”

Beatrice giggles, nuzzling his neck and letting him hug her waist, both of them going quiet after a while, the silence only breaking because of the gentle sound of rain coming from the outside. Beatrice loved this serenity and calmness whenever they were together, it was one of her favorite moments: just enjoying each other, with or without Nikki present, was amazing.

Whenever Nicole was around, their daughter liked to be almost sandwiched between them, gurgling giggles and wriggling against them, loving the attention from both of her parents. “...you know,Evelyn will be three months pregnant.” she muttered, “She might do a baby shower.”

Rooster blinked in surprise, “Evelyn? A baby shower? Really?”

“I know I couldn’t believe myself.” she laughs, “But it has something to do with her family coming over, especially both of her grandmas. She said it’ll be fun…she hopes.” Beatrice drops her head on his shoulder as his hand moves up and down her spine, following the line that went up to her neck then back down to her tailbone with the tips of his finger, “We didn’t do one for Nicole,did we?”

He arches his eyebrows with his eyes still on the tv, “We didn’t have to, people just gave us things without us even asking.”

“True.” she turns to watch the tv as well, seeing Tommy Shelby scream at someone who she couldn’t identify, “Would you want something like that?”

“Hm?”

“For our future kids? Like…a baby shower?” Beatrice’s question was hesitant, so much that Rooster tilted his head to look at her, arching his brow, “Well…we talked about having more.” and she felt stupid for thinking he’d be upset, or he’d tell her to ‘not think about that now’

It was Rooster for god’s sake.

“Do you want to? I mean,” he laughs softly, scratching his jaw, ‘Considering how everything went with Nicole, do we even need to?” 

“Well,good point.” she laughs, dropping her head on his chest as thunder rumbled above them, the rain gaining more force outside, “Maybe not,huh?”

“Think about it,” he begins while still rubbing her back, “We can use some of Nicole’s old clothes to the new kids.” he shrugs, “Recycling, reusing, I mean most of her clothes are gender neutral too, we don’t have to worry about that.”

Beatrice’s smile widened as she looked at his chest, her body feeling so light because of his words. Rooster was an incredible partner, almost unreal sometimes, and she felt he was feeling that more and more as time went by. Maybe he stopped blaming himself so much - finally- maybe he noticed he deserves to have the good things in his life without fearing the worst.

“I like that.” she murmurs, smelling his cologne as she buries her face into his shirt, “I really like that.”

“Are you sleepy?”

Was she? The yawn she tried to hold back was enough of an answer, making her laughter appear distorted when she managed to giggle at him, “A little.” she whispers, “I’m full and happy and warm…and I don’t really want to move.”

“Wanna sleep on the couch?” he suggests and she has to look at him to see if he was serious, “It could fit both of us. Back pain be damned.” Beatrice laughs, still holding onto him only to prop her chin onto his pectorals.

“Hmmm…tempting,but I do like our bed.” she says, “And I want to take a shower before we go…and,” another yawn and a shake of her head, “And I’m getting too tired to form sentences,Roos.”

“Well,” he turns on the tv, “You know what that means,” she hears him placing the plate on top of the other, “I gotta carry you upstairs.”

‘You don’t have to-!” she squeaked because of course he’d just ignore her and pick her up like she weighed less than Nicole. Beatrice laughs, dropping her face on his neck as he walks up the stairs with Jojo following them.

“I’m sorry,” he grins, “Did you say something?” and he adjusts her body in his grasp by bouncing her up, cupping her ass cheeks perfectly as he walks into their bedroom, only setting her down after kissing her forehead and humming against her skin, ‘Because I couldn’t hear it.”

Beatrice smiles, meeting his lips in a sweet kiss, breaking away with a gentle smack with her eyes soft and sleepy, “I didn’t say anything.” she grins, kissing the three scars on his chin before she steps away from him, “I’m going to take a quick shower, okay? Won’t take too long.” she’s already kicking off her shoes and unbuttoning her pants, walking her sock covered feet to the bathroom and disappearing from his view.

Rooster just smiles hearing her soft yawn coming from the bathroom, “I’ll clean everything downstairs.” he says, “Won’t take too long either.”

Beatrice let out a positive hum, probably because she was brushing her teeth and he took that as his cue to leave. He pet Jolene in the hallway, whistling so she’d follow him back downstairs just to keep him some company. 

He gathered the plates and the pie - after eating another part of the crust and closing his eyes because good God he was so good at this - placing the now room temperature dessert inside the fridge, closing the door with his elbow and licking his fingers clean, ‘I’m a great baker.” he turns to Jolene who’s now sitting patiently next to him as he approaches the sink, “I might bake something for you guys, you know? It’d be pretty good, something safe for dogs.”

The pittie whines in her throat, tapping her paws excitedly on the tiled floor “You’d like that,huh?” he asks while washing the plates and then putting them in the cabinets once they were dry. He pauses for a second, his hand resting on the lower side of the cabinet as he notices how domestic their life was.

He remembers when he was younger, just starting in the Navy, how some of his friends couldn’t imagine domesticity. A partner? Yes, but some - if not most - dreaded the idea of domesticity because it sounded so boring. Rooster didn’t hate it, in fact he wanted domesticity but couldn’t imagine himself getting it so soon in his life.

Most of his days were spent alone but he imagined what it’d be like…what it’d be like to have someone to come home to. He didn’t have anyone, so in reality the idea of coming back to his small apartment back then was almost dreadful, but what could he do? So now, these little things - baking for his wife, washing dishes, spending time with Nicole - were so important to him.

As important as his job was if he was honest.

This downtime that some officers didn’t seem to like, not all of them thankfully, but some of them. Amazingly the same ones who always complained about their wives and how they couldn’t wait to be deployed again.

Shit people they were.

“Hey.” he looks up when he hears her voice, her hair just a bit damp because of the steam and the long shirt - another one that belonged to him, this one simply had SIERRA NEVADA on it - that touched her thighs and hugged on her hips, feet bare, “I was going to help you clean up.”

He smiles, dropping his head a bit, “Ah,gorgeous, you don’t have to.” he says, “I thought you were going to wait for me in bed.”

Beatrice hummed, the soft ‘tap tap’ of her soles hitting the cold tiles only signaled she was approaching him, eventually standing on his side and hugging his muddle. Her ear was right on top of his heart and his arm wrapped around her shoulders, “Not the same without you.” 

He clenched his eyes with a pained smile because she kept being too cute for his own good. He closes the cabinet with a flick of his hand, dropping little kisses to her scalp as they stand in front of the sink, “Not the same,huh?” she shakes her head against his chest, “Gotta admit it’s very similar to how I feel when I’m gone.”

Her eyes blinked open and her head tilted upwards, propping her chin on his chest, trying her best to stay awake, “You miss me a lot.” she says as if she just found out he had a crush on her, her sleepy state made her giggle like a schoolgirl, “You do~”

“I do.” he smirks,”Now come on, do you want me to carry you up the stairs?”

“Yesss…” he laughs at her response, “Can you carry me bridal style?”

Bradley answered by scooping her up with ease, kissing her cheek, “Can I?” he grins, “Just turn the lights off for me,gorgeous. My hands are busy.” he carries her to the light switch so she could click on it, leaving them both in the dark, the only light source coming from the lights outside and their bedroom upstairs.

Beatrice snuggles close to him, her legs moving happily as he carries her up to their bedroom once more, this time gently setting her on the bed. His laugh when she immediately burrows herself under the covers, leaving only the upper part of her head and her hair out was adorable, “I’m a mole.” he hears her say, watching her face disappear under the covers, “I live in the darkness.”

His smile turns fond, “Yep, yep you do.” she peeks from under the covers at him, then pulls half of the blanket they kept on the edge up to her shoulder, “Baby, are you really that cold?”

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

“I could be warm but my husband is taking his sweet time to get in here.”

“Ah, my apologies ma’am.” he throws his hands up in defense, “I’ll just change and then I’ll be right there with you.”

Thankfully all he had to do was remove his shirt and adjust his sweatpants after brushing his teeth, nothing more. He left the bathroom to see Beatrice’s eyes following him, more specifically the way his hips moved - and in turn the elastic got a liiitle bit lower every time, exposing his Adonis lines and the happy trail that was darker than his hair - slowly climbing into the bed, under the covers and opening his arms, “C’mere.’ she just scoots over, wrapping herself around him like a spider monkey.

He smiles when her body relaxes and her cheek is pressed to his chest, “Comfortable?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“Always.”

They stay quiet for a few seconds and Rooster knows she’s about to ask something because of how he feels her wriggling a bit, “What’s happening,gorgeous?”

She moves a bit against him, then tilts her head upwards, licking her lips, “...nothing. I just was thinking about you.’ she smiles, pressing her cheek on his bicep, “And how incredible you are and how sweet too, and how much of a great father you are as well.”

Rooster just looked down at her, a gentle curl of his lips as she spoke, so he didn’t stop her, “...you are doing great,Roos.” she says, “You are doing incredibly great.”

‘So are you,gorgeous.”

“Hey,come on,” she playfully shoves his shoulder, gently, “I’m complimenting you right now.”

“Oh so I can’t compliment right back?”

“Nope.” she pops the ‘p’ with a giggle, a giggle that only intensified when he moved his head closer and pressed their noses together. “...I’m just really happy.” she whispers, her minty fresh breath hitting his mouth, “That I have you and Nikki and the dogs…and the house. And that I’m getting better little by little and that you are getting better as well.”

“I try.”

“You do, and it shows.” she says, rubbing his cheek, “You are incredible,Roos.”

He could lie and say he didn’t want nor care about compliments, but he did. And he loved hearing them, especially from Beatrice. He chose to just smile back, then kiss the tip of her nose instead of throwing it under the rug with a compliment towards her, “Thank you,gorgeous.” he says, smiling even more when she snuggled closer to him, “Anyway,what are the plans for tomorrow?”

“Besides the usual?” she asks, hugging his torso, “Getting the christmas things out, setting everything up before we go to Marcus this Saturday.”

“You think we’ll be able to do it?”

“Absolutely.” she smiles, “We can be pretty fast.” Beatrice’s hand is still touching his face, her eyes soft and sleepy, “I’m glad you are here…for Christmas.”

‘So am I.”

“...we’ll make it very special,Roos.’ she smiles, “I promise, the holidays will be the most amazing ones you’ll ever have.”

He believes her.

[xerith-42]

yo yo could i perhaps have a crumb of your rewritten storyline for s2 ep 95? luv ur stuff

I always love people describing art in a fandom as crumbs. Makes me think I'm sitting on a park bench throwing out crumbs and bird feed to the local crows but instead of food I'm just tossing out pieces of paper with my inane ramblings about block people on them.

This is a segment of my rewrite of Season 2 Episode 95, titled Fool of a Muse. Said rewrite is the one with my oc Haven in it, so she's there because she's one of Laurance's emotional pillars, and I change Aph's name to Irena because I like fucking with her. I actually re-rewrote this scene a few weeks back to include some of the original dialogue to prove that aspects of the scene could work given the right context.

Fool of a Muse

Laurance tried to keep his head straight, but it simply wasn’t possible. Not there. Not while hearing her speak of secrets of the deceased. The voices of the calling were always louder when reminded of death, and staying in a tomb was practically asking them to start acting up. He left in order to get some space to clear his head, walking towards the beaches, hoping the ocean waves would drown out the sound.

Instead he found the opposite of what he wanted. Standing on the sands was Irena, a hand over her stomach, who turned at the sound of Laurance approaching. Clutched in her other hand was Aaron’s bandanna. The voices only got louder at the reminder and the sight of their target.

“Laurance? Is everything alright?” She asked softly. Laurance stepped back, which only worsened her concern.

“I-I’m fine,” He lied. Irena simply laughed, turning around to admire the sunset again.

“You don’t have to lie to me Laurance, I know that look.”

“You needn’t worry about my well being.” Laurance finally stepped closer to her, standing at her side and hesitating at the urge to try and hold one of her hands. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m doing… alright.”

“Now who’s lying?” Irena chuckled a little bit, and Irene help him if that wasn’t one of the most assuring sounds Laurance had heard. Even if it was shaky, she could still laugh.

“What makes you say that?”

“Dante told Garroth about what happened to you the other day. And Garroth couldn’t help but tell me.” Irena sighed, tucking the bandanna into her pocket.

“I told him to keep that between us. It was just an imp playing a trick on me.”

“Why are you trying to hide from me?”

“I’m not—”

“Yes you are.”

“I just don’t want to talk about it. Not while the wound is still fresh.”

“You know that Dante told Garroth because he’s your guard, and that’s why Garroth told me. It’s our sworn duty to take care of and protect you. We can’t do that if you refuse to tell us what’s happening.”

“I wasn’t going to keep it from you for long. This is a security issue on our island that would be brought to light in due time. I just… I needed time to process what I saw.”

“You mean who you saw.” Irena let out a sigh.

“Why did you run?” Laurance turned away.

“You know why.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

“Irena, I… I couldn’t be around you like that. The calling never ends, not in my waking hours. If I had seen the way you were immediately after his passing, I don’t know if I would have been able to hold myself back.”

“Are you sure that’s what this is?” Laurance finally looked to his side and saw Irena’s pitiful expression. They were alone. She was weak. He could just do it now.

“I told you, I’m not your problem to worry about.”

“I'm going to worry regardless. I know you aren’t proud of it, but you are prone to jealousy. I just want to ensure that’s not what this is.” Laurance looked away as his hands clenched into fists. Why was she pushing this?

“And what if it was?” Irena went silent. “Look, I’ll never pretend I understood Aaron, or why he did any of what he did. And I didn’t trust him entirely either, not after he hid he was the Lord of Falcon Claw from us.”

“Laurance, it’s not that simple—”

“What I want to know is why you cared so deeply for him. What made him so special he was worthy of your love?”

“I-I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Well I do.”

“Laurance, regardless of my feelings, he proved himself trustworthy to us. Remember when you turned? He saved my life without killing you.” Laurance held back rapidly growing tears.

“And I’m ashamed he had to do such a thing. But you’re avoiding the question.”

“Maybe it’s a question I don’t want to answer.” Irena’s continued refusal had Laurance already losing his patience. The voices had enough too.

“Why not?!”

“Laurance!” Garroth suddenly snapped. “That’s enough.”

“Stay out of this!” Laurance suddenly roared, his head jerking so he could snarl at the intervening guard. Irena moved back when she saw the flash of red in his eyes.

“It’s not our place to question her on personal matters.”

“Don’t pretend like you aren’t upset over this too.”

“I’m only upset I couldn’t protect my lord adequately. You should be grateful you have the opportunity, not throwing it away over your jealousy.”

“You weren’t here, Garroth! You didn’t see the way he acted around her!”

“I only wish I could have been. He made the ultimate sacrifice for her, and in turn did the same for me. You should understand that. You were lucky enough to come back from it.” Too far and Garroth knew it, but there was nothing he could do now. Anger flowed through Laurance faster than he could keep up with, the voices of the calling louder than his own thoughts. Garroth was right, he was taking this too far, he knew that, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Don’t speak as if you understand the hell I’ve been through! The hell I went through just to get back to her! I’m here now so why care about him?!” Laurance’s eyes flashed back to their normal state, but by the time regret came to his expression, the damage was already done.

With those words, Haven finally moved from where she’d been watching the conversation, racing forward until she was a step away from Laurance, before slapping him across the face. Irena groaned, nearly falling over which made Garroth rush to her side while Laurance stood there in shock. When he finally could hear his own thoughts over the voices, he saw the tears building up in Havens eyes.

“Would you listen to yourself?!” Haven nearly screamed. “Would you think of saying the same thing if I had followed through?! If I had used my own life to break the realm barrier either of the two times I almost did it, would you be stupid enough to be enraged with someone for grieving over me?!”

“Y-You’re different–” Laurance couldn’t even fully remember what he said.

“Am I?! Aaron loved Irena the same way you love me! Would you accept someone yelling at you for mourning my death?!” Laurance opened his mouth, but closed it after a second. Then he noticed Haven’s hand on the handle of her sword, her sheath undone. “Whether you realize it or not, your selfish words have begun to harm Lord Irena. If you continue to do harm to my lord, I will not hesitate to strike you down.”

“Irena, you need some rest,” Garroth insisted as she groaned again. She just nodded, letting Garroth half pick her up and carry her over to her home.

“Will you stand down, or are you finally going to fight me?” Haven could see the battle in Laurance’s features. Streaks of red flashed through his eyes, and his pupils had begun to shake. There was a clear conflict about what the hell to feel and how to act on it. It went against his nature to wish harm on Haven, let alone Irena, but the calling was almost jumping at this chance. The voices in his head started to demand it.

But he couldn’t. Laurance’s shoulders slumped, and he stepped away from Haven, his humanity clearly winning. Haven still didn’t remove her hand from the handle of her sword, not until Laurance finally fell to his knee, tossing his sword aside, and hanging his head in shame.

“If you see it fit to punish me, do it now,” He insisted. “I have acted shamelessly, and allowed my emotions to cloud my judgment. Only a fool would ask for forgiveness, yet I throw myself at your feet to beg for it.” Haven sighed, finally buttoning up her sheath and taking her hands off of her sword.

“I will grant you what you ask, but in exchange you must promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“I need you to promise me that you won’t keep running away from how the calling making you feel.”

“Haven, I didn’t run today, and look what happened.”

“And look at how Irena didn’t even have the strength to yell at you to leave. Your Lord is in frail condition, both emotionally and physically.”

“The calling will tempt me.”

“And if you ran from it, she could die without you there to protect her.” Laurance groaned at the thought of it, something that clearly ran through his mind every day he was away from them, and Haven knew it. She knew Laurance frustratingly well. “And if Irena were to fall, not only would the grief of losing her begin to take hold of your mind, the calling would latch onto me next. Would you really risk that happening?”

“I would fall on my own sword before I ever considered hurting you.”

“Well you’re no good to me dead.” Haven glanced down at him. “Pick your head up.” Laurance raised his head to look at Haven, and she saw nothing but love and oh-so-human fear in those beautiful eyes of his. “I want you to promise me you won’t run from this. And if you do, know that I will follow after you.”

“Haven–”

“I didn’t before, remember?”

“And I told you–”

“I don’t care what you told me! Laurance–” Haven rolled her eyes and groaned as she tried to formulate the best way to word this to him. “Look, I know you guards struggle to understand this, but the people you’re protecting care about you. Even if you’re willing to go to ridiculous lengths to protect us, we’re willing to go to the same lengths to ensure you don’t die in the process.”

“Seems like an exhausting thing to do.”

“It is! If I were able to, I’d just stop caring about you sacrificial idiots! Unfortunately–” Haven looked down at that frustratingly charming smile of Laurance’s. He loved seeing Haven riled up and frustrated, and he was clearly enjoying the way she kept pausing to try and get through to him. They were both furiously stubborn, and he loved it. “Unfortunately, if I were in the Shadow Abyss that day, I would have thrown myself into whatever danger I had to in order to save your life.” Laurance froze for a moment, a chill going down his body.

“Haven, don’t say stuff like that.”

“What I’m trying to say is that you aren’t going to get away with this again. You can’t just keep running from the consequences. You wanna run off into danger, try to satiate yourself with isolation so you don’t want to kill somebody?! Too bad, cause I’ll be right behind you!”

“But I don’t want you to be!”

“But that’s not how the story goes.” Haven smiled as she knelt down in front of Laurance. “The poet will travel to hell and back just to get another glimpse at their muse.” Laurance sighed, finally relenting, taking his hand off of his knee and holding it out to Haven, who took it tenderly.

“And their muse will always follow, in hopes of hearing just one more note of their song.”

“So, darling muse, will you make this poet into a soldier who fights the fates for you?” Laurance looked up into Haven’s eyes, before pulling her hand closer and placing a kiss against it.

“My fabled poet, you need not do such a thing. They already fear you.” Haven giggled, before pulling Laurance into a kiss. It was slow, not about feeling particularly good, rather just about cementing in that promise. And the fact that Haven was easily the more stubborn of the two.

[elfbingo]

booboo, how are you?

fav MHA character(s) and why? least favorite? who do you ship?

I gotta know

Working hard on all my projects! That's why it took me a few days to get to this. Apologies!

Now, on to your questions! If you were looking for short answers you asked the wrong person. Abandon all hope ye who enter here!

I’ll get to the shorter answers first:

“Who do you ship?”- Let me preface this by stating that I don't really care about ships, canon or otherwise. Like… at all. It takes a LOT to make me care about a romance in any story. Luckily, MHA is an action-shonen anime, so not a lot of that going on. However, I will try to put some more thought into this topic than I usually do. 

If we’re talking confirmed canon ships (discounting married couples), the only two I can even think of are Midoriya/Ochako and Denki/Jiro. I’m sure there are others, but MHA is (thankfully) very light on romance, so those two seem to be the only ones that have actually been confirmed as canon. (Forgive me if I’m wrong; I literally had to Google “canon MHA ships”.) Midoriya/Ochako is cute, and I love their dynamic. I think they'd be a good/healthy couple, but they're perfectly fine just as friends. Denki/Jiro is also sort of cute, a little more on the “belligerent sexual tension” side, but there’s not nearly as much to work with. That may be because these two don’t get as much focus as characters, I don’t know. Overall, the students in this show are more mature than their peers, so they’ve had to be more thoughtful about their futures and life decisions. They’re also still just kids. Adolescent relationships almost never last irl, and in fiction they seem to be portrayed in a similarly shallow vein, so I see no point getting invested.

If we’re talking non-canon, it’s still not my thing. I kind of low-key ship All Might/Inko Midoriya, but ONLY if Hisaishi Midoriya was out of the picture (I HATE cheating, even in fiction). That’s probably about it. I steer clear of shipping wars, so I’m not going to get into any of the other non-canon ships. I don’t care enough to paint a target on myself. 

The ships I really care about are the friendships. I'm way more into those, and found family! MHA is full of both, which is one of the many reasons I love it! (If you want to know who I “ship” in terms of “friendships” I’ll post a follow-up answer for that.) 

“Least favorite characters?”- I’m going to qualify my answer by setting aside characters you’re meant to dislike/hate (i.e. the villains/the Hero Safety Commission). Of those left, Mineta might be the only character I actively dislike. I think his design is fun, and his quirk is offbeat, but his personality is mostly awful. If he was a villain, or just some random background person, he wouldn’t grate as much. But Mineta is supposed to be funny and sympathetic. I don't hate him, I just... That character type (95% pervert) has never appealed to me, no matter the series. I'm glad he's gotten a bit better in the last few arcs, but it's been too little, too late for me to really like him. 

I also found Monoma irritating, but he’s gotten better.

Now onto my “long” answer. You have been warned! 

“Fav MHA character(s)?”- I have to say, a big part of the reason I love most of the characters in this show is the translation/VA work, as well as the animation. This may be the best English VA cast for a show I’ve ever heard, and the translation is exceptional. 

Aside from that, I love (or love to hate) pretty much all the main and side characters in the whole series. I think they all have something interesting to contribute to the story, even if they’re only in one scene. On the “villain” side, Twice is arguably my favorite, but I find all the main baddies compelling, and even some of the minor ones. On the “hero” side, the class 1-A kids have a special place in my heart, along with Mirio, Tamaki, All Might and Aizawa. 

However, if I have to pick favorites, my top 3 are Midoriya, Todoroki and Kirishima; not necessarily in that order. And that’s only if I have to really whittle it down, because the top tier would be even larger otherwise. (I do love a good ensemble!) Since you asked my reasons for picking my favorite(s), and I’m trying hard not to write an essay, I shall break it down thusly:

TODOROKI

Cool quirk!

Fun to draw

Half-and-half hair

Has scar; I want to hug him

Hidden sweet side

Also sassy

Overall bishonen looks without being aware of it (or not caring)

Dual personality like his quirk: cool-headed warrior/socially awkward teen 

Takes some things literally (with amusing results)

Curb-stomps multiple thugs at USJ like it's nothing

Snarks at said thugs about how they should be embarrassed

Loves his mum

Screw the rules, I’m doing what’s right!

Will throw hands if you hurt his friends

Terrible upbringing, still wants to be a hero like All Might

 Every reason to be villain but is Good Boi

Tells it like it is

Also worries about others

Stoic boy becomes soft boy with friends

Will do what it takes to be his best, even if it means working with abusive dad

Willing to forgive those who have hurt him

Admits and overcomes his weaknesses

Never gives up!

KIRISHIMA

Cinnamon roll

Sunshine boi 

Fun to draw

HIS EYES

Shark teeth

2 hairstyles, both cute!

Loyal

Sees the good in others (even Bakugo)

Worries about his friends

Not afraid to cry/be emotional

Positive manliness!

Devotion to chivalrous outlook is PRECIOUS

Works hard to improve

Protective quirk, protective heart

Super helpful

Overcoming insecurities to become a true hero!

Risks death to save lives

Always ready to help

Dad/son vibes with Fat Gum

Empathizes with others, even villains!

Consistently rises to the occasion

Knows others may have “flashier” quirks but still does his best

Looks terrifying in battle/is soft boi irl

Anyone that can put up with Bakugo as equals…

Keeps Lord Explosion Murder (somewhat) in line

Just overall seems like he gives excellent hugs

MIDORIYA

Cinnamon roll

Nerdy nerd nerd

Socially awkward

Freckles

Expressive eyes

Floof child

Mumbles to himself 24/7

Loves his mum

Fun to draw

Emotional without being annoying

Forgiving nature

Wants to be a hero to help others

Risked death as quirkless kid to save his bully

Always tries to do what’s right

Gains most powerful quirk and uses it for good

Seriously- every reason to be villain but is Good Boi

Willing to work harder than anyone to get where he is now

Lifelong outsider who helps others reevaluate their quirks’ potential

Bullied relentlessly and still didn’t give up hope for a better world

Dad/son relationship with All Might is GOLD

Big Brother vibes with Eri are made of diabetes

All his friendships… ALL OF THEM

Goes feral if you hurt his friends

Will go feral if you hurt total strangers

Smol boi, BIG PUNCH

Broken every bone in his body? Uses “Blackwhip Froppy Style” 

Seriously, nothing stops this kid. I love him so much!

I hope this answers all your questions. I did try not to go overboard, but… eh.