#watch me write this whole thing about how the dub makes it possible for you to think her name is a pun when it obviously isn't

[coquelicoq]

i like the natsume dub, but i'm glad i watched it with subs first. for one thing, the japanese voice acting simply cannot be beat. for another, the dub translates nicknames into english - for instance, the little tatsumi that hatches from an egg, turning natsume into a teen dad, is called "eggy" in the dub instead of "tama" (which unless i'm mistaken is a shortened form of the japanese word for "egg") - which isn't a bad thing, but it does end up creating the possibility of a little misunderstanding once you get to taki's first episode. because if you couldn't hear the japanese, and you were accustomed to characters getting jokey english nicknames like eggy, and you heard that a character who hadn't talked for almost a year was named something that sounded phonetically like "talkie", would you assume that she had a completely different name in japanese that was a pun on the japanese word for "talk"? because that's probably what i would have assumed lol. but luckily i watched it in japanese with subs first, so. crisis averted!

[shmpxx]

NOTHING BUT A BULLY — g.s

⛤ bully! gojo satoru x fem! reader

you’re a victim of gojo satoru and his annoying tactics, it’s hard getting away from him but probably not this time.

cw. smut. mentions of non-con(photo taking). dub-con. virginity loss. oral (f.receiving). creampie. unprotected sex. fingering. dacryphilia. breeding. public sex. overstimulation. 18+!

wc: 2k

a/n: it’s been a minute bc I’ve been picky on what i write and i got inspiration from bully!gojo fics I’ve read so I’m writing this one!

Something about you was different, in a way that gojo couldn’t stop teasing you, he could never get bored even if you wished and prayed there be a day where he grew tired of poking at you.

He purposely trips you down the hallways or acts like he doesn’t see you and intentionally shoves you with his shoulder. Makes derogatory comments about you where he makes sure you’re listening. Stealing your lunch which he probably doesn’t even eat, he just wants to make your life miserable. Slaps your books out of your hands and watch you pick them back up while he chuckles to himself, if your lucky geto would be there and help you and excuse gojo’s actions. He would also secretly takes pictures under your skirt of your panties probably jerking off to them later.

He does get a little jealous when he sees someone else talking to you, he’ll always come around throwing his arm over your shoulder or even pushing you forward.

You tried to avoid him as much as possible, when you see him you try to walk the other direction he was coming from. He always know you try to avoid him as well and sometimes he still catch you. “Trynna hide from me?” He deviously smiles.

It wasn’t that he hated you, he just loved to tease and make fun of you. He made sure of that when you were both alone in a classroom.

He had you sitting on a desk with his hand slipping past your skirt to grope your thigh and ass. He grins to himself spreading your thighs for him to get in between them as he hungrily kissed your lips. His other hand on the back of your neck preventing you from pulling away from him even though you tried, fingers tugging on his shirt for desperation of air.

There wasn’t a day where every time he saw you, he thought of kissing you and touching you indecently. Now the time has come. His sexual fantasies of you are finally coming true.

Why were you letting him do this to you? After months of bullying and torture, you were letting him do whatever he wanted and you didn’t know why.

“You don’t know how much i wanted this” He moved down to your neck, ravishing your neck not caring that even after people would see the marks on your neck only to embarrass you.

You jolt when you feel his fingers press against your clit behind the fabric of your panties.

You kept thinking to yourself, you should stop this now. You can’t have gojo satoru control you like this. Not here.

“don’t want to anymore-“ you let out.

You pull away seeing his face in a pout expression, “aw don’t be like that” He moves your panties to the side, spreading your folds apart before entering his two fingers inside and feel the stretch of your walls by the intrusion of his fingers, letting out a cry and cling onto him. Your muscles tightening around him by the weird sensation he brought you.

“Your so tight, i bet your a virgin huh? Saving yourself for me right?” He whispers into your ear whilst pumping his fingers into your hole.

His fingers curl into the right spongy spot inside you making you wail loudly, smirking to himself watching your aroused expressions.

Looking at you as you were such a inexperienced sweet thing he loves that he’s toying you like this.

he speeds his pace faster into your cunt with also his thumb rubbing circles on your clit bringing you a whole new sensation you never felt before, you feel the tears breaking through your closed shut eyes. The tingling feeling bubbling up inside you, you didn’t know what that was, afraid of it.

“No! No! Wait-” you beg with a moan, you were about to reach something. Reach something you don’t know of and you felt complete emptiness. You were confused.

His drenched fingers covered in your arousal left your hole, instead gojo hooks onto the elastic of your panties and strips them down but you stop him from doing shaking your head no.

“you don’t want me to make you feel good?” He tilts his head at you.

“I..” you didn’t know what to say, your cunt feeling in ache of touch again but realization hit you that your in a classroom doing such activities in public.

“You want me to make you feel good right?” He stills brings your panties down dangling off your one ankle.

Apart of you wanted to say no but without thinking he had you wrapped around his finger like you were entranced that you nodded yes that got him smiling from ear to ear.

“I know you feel sore don’t you? I can kiss it better” Subconsciously you leaned back onto your palms when his hands under your thighs pushed them up more for him to gain more access as you watch him dip his head between making your heart ponder at your chest.

You whimper feeling his lips giving you a gentle kiss on your clit and started off with soft kitten licks on your cunt.

His lips latching onto your clit, sucking and licking your sensitive area. The same feeling building up inside you again coming much faster than before causing you to break out a moan.

Giving him the signal to bury his tongue deep inside your walls and give you a hard suck one last time before you start feel an rippling pleasure throughout your body. You feel as if the air ultimately left your lungs and you try to catch your breath.

Gojo licking the creamy substance that came from you from his lips and your cunt, not even giving you a break to let you calm down and your clit becoming sensitive spasming uncontrollably from his tongue and your legs became like jelly. You try to buck your hips away from his mouth but you were to weak to do so. Letting out sweet sobs.

“sweet angel being so good for me” he brushes his thumb across your bottom lip leaning in to kiss you again.

Without a warning from him, you break away from his lips feeling the tip of his leaky cock rubbing between your swollen folds.

“Gojo-“ your hand on his shoulder stopping him from going any further.

“Just relax angel—if you let me, I’ll let you call me satoru” as if it were a deal for him to take away your purity.

Half of his cock disappear inside you, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as you clutch onto him for support, dipping your face into his chest and his shirt damp from your tears. It was different from his fingers, his dick was pushing aside your walls. An inch of pain engulfing you but only for a few seconds.

“Sweet thing it’s not even all the way in yet”

“Ah! Gojo! I-“ his hips slamming into you. Not giving you time to adjust his rhythm already being so rough. You can’t think other than him being so thick and how far he’s reaching deep inside you making your head spin. He was so hard too and impatient he couldn’t wait to fuck you.

“Please—you’re too rough” As if he would listen to you. He thrusts into you hard, skin slapping against each other, the sounds of squelching from your sobbing cunt and his cock bullying your walls you might end up in the shape of him. Your body bouncing and your breath hitching every second from his aggressive thrusts.

You wanted him to be gentler though did you want this at all? Your mind still can’t comprehend anything other than the sweet spot he hits repeatedly. You cry and whimper into his shoulder making cute noises to gojo’s ears, holding onto him as you heard him grunt and pant into your ear.

“Who knew a slut like you could be enjoying this?”

“That’s not—ah!” You couldn’t get your words out without being interrupted by each moan you kept choking out.

Gojo couldn’t get over the way you squeezed him tight every time he pushed in and out of gummy area, your hot soft walls. You were full of warmth and wetness, making his dick twitch already. Even the way you cling onto him and cry into his chest by the overwhelming pleasure was so cute.

He can even see the way you move against his hips knowing your so desperate for it and enjoying it even how many times you try to deny it he knows.

“I’m gonna cum inside okay? I want to so bad need to fill you up”

“No—don’t! ah!-h, don’t wanna-“ the familiar tingling came back again yet you felt as if you were gonna cum much harder than before. His hips hitting you faster at a brutal pace, his hand grabbing behind your lower back to pull your hips closer to his to hit deeper inside your cunt, his tip almost at your cervix you might go dumb.

“Can you imagine having kids together? wouldn’t that be nice?” Carrying a child of your bully would be the last thing you thought of.

Shaking your head no he is quickening his pace and his slams his hips on his last thrust, emptying his hot load into you as you also reached your second orgasm much harder than before, your gummy walls contracting around his girth. Your body trembles and you sob loudly tears damping his shirt at this point feeling full and warm of his cum in your tummy.

He pulled out and cum leaked from your hole dripping onto the desk. “aw your letting it all spill”

Your body goes limp and he decides to flip you on your stomach onto the desk, your ass hanging in the air though you feel as if your about to fall apart. He smiles to himself watching his cum stream from your cunt like it was his masterpiece. it was too much already but gojos hands finds your waist, you whine feeling pressure and his cum gush out, sticking his erect dick once again inside you. “I miss your pussy already and plus i want to cum inside you again and fill you up a little more, just be a good slut like you are okay?” He squeezes the plush of your ass.

“Gojo no-“

“Satoru…you earned it now and you earn a little more—hah” already thrusting inside your abused swollen cunt. It was so easy for him to slide in again and how you still feel so warm inside just how he likes it.

“Sa-toru” you moan and whine water filling your eyes and soaking your lashes. “I love it when you say my name” his voice in a raspy tone, throwing his head back, pleasure engulfing him whole. His essence oozing onto the floor.

He grabbed your thigh lifting your leg up for him to gain more access more control, you were onto your side holding onto the desk preventing yourself from slipping off. He just continues tormenting your body, reaching towards your clit and his thumb putting pressure onto it. You couldn’t do nothing but cry out, you were so overstimulated, you were weak and now his thumb adding a more electrifying sensation and you were about to achieve your third orgasm.

You would consider this torture, it was too good to handle at all once. Your head spinning, your out a breath only to make small noises.

“I’ll try to make this quick, just for you sweetheart” he continues his frantic thrusts, rubbing your clit in rough circles, your eyes roll back in too much ecstasy you were basically drowning in. He loved watching you all fucked out, his cock plunging you every second.

He finishes up and cums into you one last time, fire pooling low into your abdomen. Another warm load filling you up making you fuller, Gojo thinks to himself that this would not be the last time he will have you.

You thought gojo would change a bit towards you, that was a lie. The next day your shoes are missing and you can hear him laugh from the hallway down. You hate yourself for liking someone like him now but you can’t help it, you know he is just using you as his little toy and also messing with you at the same time. From your missing shoes to him freeing his cock and pressing it against your lips on your knees.

[hotnbloodied]

how about a bully yandere x f reader (smut if possibles)

bully yandere would alway say mean insult of reader because he was tough that by his parents who went to a party and saw f reader there, and how he saw someone put something in her drink and pull her aside and safe her and bully explain how he like her but reader said no to him because of how he treated her and some how convinced her to say yes

Thank you for the wait, the prompt was very interesting to write so I hope that you enjoy. -˚ʚ♡ɞ˚HB˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Yan!Bully X F!Reader

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

CW: not proof read, female reader, sloppy writing, yandere tendencies, non-con, dub-con, sex in the woods, jealousy, drama, possessive tendencies, bullying, reader being pushed around physically, violence upon reader. (LMK if I'm missing anything.)

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!

“Listen Tanner, the best way to keep a girl is to make sure she knows her place. You understand me?” Faint remnants of a past memory played through his head when he saw you walking down the hallway. The way your body sways got him hypnotized on you and the next thing that he knew he had you pinned against a wall. The way that you looked at him, he knew he shouldn’t be doing this to you, but, “oh look at the little rabbit today, wearing a skirt because you’re a little whore?” He saw the way that you hold back tears by biting your lips, god, the things he’d give to know how they feel. He smirks before reaching down and lightly flicking your skirt causing you to flinch before walking away with a taunting laughter.

His days before he met you were boring, oh so boring. There was no color in his life, no meaning. Getting into college was just another social status quo that he knew he needed to pass through to progress in life. Going out and drinking with the boys, then finding a broad that would bat her eyelashes at him before she took him back to her place and he’d slip out before the sun came up. It was always the same bullshit but a different day. But then you came along.

Quirky, funny, adorable you. The way that you first peaked his interest in the English course with your well put together project about a subject you were passionate about. You were a nerd, that was apparent to him at least. Since that first revelation of your existence he wasn’t able to keep his eyes off you. It got to a point where he needed to make sure that he was somehow intertwined in your life, that’s when the bullying plan to get you to notice him started. At first it was small, comments about your behavior, “wow, you’re extra loud today.” Then it was comments about your appearance, “it’s amazing, I never knew that there were people who could look so bad in makeup.” Sure, it hurt knowing that each time he was even slightly around you, your whole demeanor changes and your body tenses up. But at the same time, seeing the effect he had on you gave him a power trip he didn’t know could be so addicting.

On one specific weekend, he was at a house party as per usual. Anything to beat the boredom of being at home and alone. But it wasn’t like usual, he had to look twice but he was sure of it, you were here this time. What was going on? Why were you here? What were you wearing? A tank top, a skimpy skirt, fishnet stockings. Oh he was pissed, parading yourself off like that, what kind of attention were you hoping for? He was going to watch you for a while but it got cut short when he noticed that while you weren’t looking someone slipped something into your open container while you were talking to someone else.

“What are you doing here?” The way your body freezes when you recognize his voice as he stands behind you, lips right at your ear, hot breath brushing against it. You stiffen, “I-I don’t have to explain anything to you,” you manage to say in your stiffened state. He smirks, unbeknownst to you, “oh? Feeling gutsy today aren’t we?” He grabs your arm with one hand and rests his other hand on your hip, “you’re coming with me.” You tried to tug out of his grasp but he was stronger than you, it was apparent already with how he towers over you. You looked around to see if anything could help but no one wanted to make eye contact with you, or they were too drunk. He started dragging you out of the house party you notice. You wanted to scream but as you were about to, the hand that was gripping your arm quickly covered your mouth. He used his body to guide you all the way out into the woods that was behind the house party and didn’t stop, much to your dismay or how much you wriggled. Until the loud music from the house was just a rhythmic thumping in the background and the moon above was your only light. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you couldn’t help but start hyperventilating. Tanner notices right away and turns you around before pulling you into a hug and rubs your back in hopes that you would calm down, “it’s okay, just breath,” he coos. Tears streamed from your face, originally from fear possibly but now from frustration perhaps, “w-why are you doing-g this? Why are y-you so mean to m-me?”

He looks at your shivering figure, your tear stained face, your sad expression and couldn’t take it anymore. His lips crashed into yours, hot, desperate and needy. Your instinct caused you to try shoving him away, which didn’t work and caused him to just grab both your arms and slowly push you back. Eventually, your back met the trunk of a tree where he hoisted and pinned your arms over your head. You broke away from the kiss and turned your head away from him, crying harder now, “please s-stop.” He took the opportunity of your exposed neck to engulf his mouth on to it, nibbling and sucking hard on to the tender flesh causing you to scream. A hand comes down on your mouth as he leans his body in closer now and you realize that you can feel his length that’s confined in his jeans rubbing against you. You shake your head in terror and make eye contact with him. He looks at you, “we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Agree to be my girlfriend,” he says as he lets go of your mouth. Your heart dropped to your stomach and your whole body tensed up again. After a few beats of you not giving a response he sighs, “guess we’ll be going the hard way.” “No no! Wait, I’ll agree!” You yelled out in a panic.

In the moonlit woods you can make out his smile when you finally relent. “Perfect.” He takes you and lays you on a fallen log nearby, straddling one of your legs while your other rests over his thigh. His hand now pinning you down again while the other shuffles in his pocket, pulling out a switchblade. Your eyes widened, “wait, what are you-” The blade made its way dangerously close to your neck before it snaked its way under your tank top shredding it in half. The sound of cloth tearing made your body jolt, but it didn’t stop there since he went for the waistband of your skirt next before finally freeing your legs from your stockings.

He plunged the knife into the log above your head causing you to swallow a sob as he hovers over you, retracting his knife back into his pocket, his now free hand feels up your body. Tingles form as he starts playing with one of your nipples as his mouth wraps around another, nipping and suckling. His tongue laps up to your collarbone and on to your neck again, most likely leaving hickies which you will find in the morning. You can’t help but to zone out and just watch as the lights from the house party you were just at rhythmically changes color.

Your attention snaps back to Tanner when you feel him rubbing your clit causing you to gasp. His mouth encases yours again as he works his fingers on your pussy. He feels you tense up when he tries fitting a finger in, struggling to even keep it in there. “You’re too tight, you’re going to have to loosen up for me.” He slides the finger out, then back in rhythmically, thumb brushing against your clit each time. When he added another finger, you whined, he was playing with your pussy now; fingers curling in hopes to loosen you even more. And as much as you hated to admit it, you felt the heat building up in your core. Eventually when Tanner pulled out his fingers it was sopping wet, you watched as he pulled the fingers to his mouth and sucked. “You taste so good, sweetheart.” 

The sound of a zipper was prominent and you felt something long and hard rub against your clit, the friction making your mind fuzzy. At first it was the tip, the entrance of your pussy was being penetrated by his cock as he hoists the leg that isn’t pinned  down over his arm. He released the hand that was pinning down your arms and instead opted to use it to hold down your hip to make sure you stayed in place as he fully entered you. Over your whimpering and moaning you could hear him grunt, “ah fuck, we’re finally one.” It didn’t register in your brain before he started moving. Slow and sensual at first but the thrusting sped up, both hands were on your hips now as the sounds of skin-ship echoed through the woods.

You looked stunning beneath him, he thought to himself. He knew this was probably horrifying to you but he didn’t care. Those guys wanted to defile you and you were his and only his to defile if it was anyone’s job. You were so wet, and so tight, all for him and only for him. Your squeaks and moans and whimpers as he ravages you were the most radiant melody he’s ever heard. Seeing the way your face scrunches, the way your tits bounce, the way your skin feels against his. God, he was close and so were you, he could feel the way you tighten around him. He lets out a growl as he climaxes into you as you let out a scream before going through your climax as well.

Your face is moist from tears as you pant, your whole body is sweating and you can feel the wetness in your lower region. An overwhelming wave of exhaustion washes over you and you drift off. Tanner notices your soft rhythmic breathing and takes off his flannel to wrap around you, keeping himself inside you for as long as he possibly could. Eventually though, he had to gently pick you up and take you out of the woods, back to his car where he will drive back to his place and tuck you into his bed. Your sleeping form is adorable to him and he couldn’t help but give you a peck on your forehead, “I love you, sweetheart,” he gently coos. And in the morning, when you wake up, breakfast will be ready for his lovely darling.

[bonbon-bonny]

I don't usually write a whole lot but I wanted to talk about this for a moment

Ahem. *flips through notes*

So I loooove Sailor Moon. Specifically the 90s version. It was my favorite show growing up. My home life was difficult and to see someone like Usagi with a perfect family, a perfect boyfriend etc. getting to live her best life despite the fact she herself wasn't perfect was too easy to become a bit obsessive over ^_^;

well, let's just say I wanted to be Usagi just a bit too much because my world, my family (Side note: I looove my family! They did the best they could to take care of me growing up, but we had to deal with an unusual circumstance that made it hard for all of us), heck just even being myself didn't feel good enough and frankly it left me having to confront a lot of issues just to be okay with who I am now.

And of course ,naturally, I looooved Tuxedo Kamen XD. On the outside to me, he seemed perfect; a knight in shining armor.

But I always kept running into a particular conversation which is "why do you like him so much tho? He seems like a jerk. He seems so different from her. He never shows her affection. She'd be better off with someone like Seiya who's more on her level. He's useless. He's bad for trying to help her because she's a girl boss and doesn't need to be rescued." Like, seriously the amount of criticism I've heard towards this character is wild and he literally gets attacked no matter what he does.

And you know I get it. If you just look at it from a surface level it's easy to maybe get that impression of him but after one particular conversation I was having with a friend of mine about it I stopped and asked myself why. Why does she like him? why does he like her? how can two people who outwardly look so different from each other ever be in a healthy relationship? what could the two of them possibly have in common?

So I did what I do best and I watched the show I grew up with carefully. I observed him. I watched the things he said and did. And in the end I reached several conclusions.

Mamoru isn't perfect, at least in the beginning, but he's always trying to do his best to be. With almost anyone else in the show he's usually calm, collected and somewhat reserved. The only person besides Motoki he seems to act out a bit with if you can call it that IS Usagi and half of the time it's not even that he's actually being mean.

[IF you watch the Japanese version with subtitles, because in the English dub? Ooph! they changed so much of his dialogue and gave him such a smirky voice it's hard to listen to him without wanting to punch him in the face imo.]

It's that the way she perceives him is off. Also, sometimes it's not even HIM that starts the arguments.

Sometimes SHE'S the one who starts their spats and he snaps back at her. Sometimes she hits him with shoes and papers and doesn't seem to care.

One episode that comes to mind is the Dreamland episode where the toy train stops and she rams into him. All he did was look at her and say hi and immediately she got defensive and started making fun of him.

Making fun of an orphan sitting on a toy train who most likely was just trying to do something fun that he never got to because he didn't HAVE a family to take him as a kid.

Seriously. If you were to be in his place, going through this world, it's rather scary, stressful, terrifying, and uncertain.

He didn't get a magical talking cat to walk him through his powers. Instead he got seizures and psychic visions, and a past life version of himself that took over his body without consent until he finally got the rainbow crystal and understood what was happening around him.

He gets amnesia not once but twice, kidnapped several times, and gets trapped in his own mind twice ala brainwashing by beryl and Nehelenia and by stars I wouldn't be surprised if half of the reason he went to study abroad instead of staying with Usagi is because he was afraid if he did he'd only continue to be a burden for her, because the man hardly has any dialogue and seems almost catatonic.

Also let's be real here. As amazing as it was for him to meet and talk with his future self it probably scared him. The responsibility of literally being King of the world, of making decisions that could impact the lives of everyone in tremendous ways. Of being the kind of partner and provider he thinks Usagi deserves or being a good father for Chibi-Usa when he didn't get to have parents to show him what those things looked like.

He didn't get a loving family to support him or tell him that they loved him, he was an orphan who probably hoped someone would eventually rescue him but no one ever did.

He probably feels in his heart that he doesn't deserve to be loved by anyone, and even if someone were to pursue him romantically he probably couldn't reciprocate in any meaningful way because he's most likely too closed off emotionally to be in a healthy relationship with anyone.

Heck the guy only for the most part has only two best friends. Motoki and Saori and frankly I'd hardly even call Saori a best friend since she literally just shows up in an episode in Super S as "Romantic competition" for Usagi and then just ups and vanishes and is never mentioned ever ever again.

So how does someone like him see Usagi and wind up constantly sacrificing his life over and over again for her?

Three words:

She. Sees. Him.

Once she starts to look at him a bit differently instead of seeing him as some tall guy running around with his stupid green jacket with his prickly personality, once she realizes that it was him trying to rescue her when she was so close to the brink of death on occasions and getting injured in the process, once he opens up to her about his struggles she sees him. Not just because he's a hero, but because even if it's hard for him he still tries to help her. A lot of times he even gives her really sound advice that she winds up listening to even if at the time he tells her she doesn't seem to understand him and takes it the wrong way.

He probably also deep down worries that he truly doesn't deserve someone like her.

Even if we don't always see it from the outside he adores Usagi because she sees him for who he is and doesn't ask him to be more outgoing or different.

Usagi adores him because he doesn't ask her to be anything other than who she really is.

Both of them accept the other as they truly are inside. THAT is true love.

You don't really get the chance to see what their relationship looks like from the outside. But he smiles a lot when he's with her which is certainly not something he really ever did with Rei or anyone else from what I could tell. And I bet when he does take her out on dates he's embarrassed and flustered and stumbles but he also probably takes off his mask and tries to make her happy and have a good time.

Also I'd like to add some notes on King Endymion and the violet. Why so much violet? Like....an overwhelming amount of violet XD I never understood why when I was younger but as I've grown up I've spent some time delving into subjects such as Psychology, Spirituality, and Philosophy.

Ladies and gentlemen, Violet is the color of the crown chakra.

https://www.chakras.info/crown-chakra/

Crown chakras deal with the mental and the spiritual. They are a gateway to enlightenment and in my opinion perhaps one could even say that the journey of mental health and enlightenment are two sides of the same coin.

So I'd like to think that for as much as Mamoru might struggle with his mental health, he also walked the path towards true enlightenment. Such a man truly should be King of the World and is more than deserving of being Usagi's partner.

And I'd die for a relationship with a man who is brave enough to confront the things which makes him suffer because I'd know that he'd have the clarity of mind to be a good partner, to treat me with kindness and compassion and show me the kind of love I've always dreamed of having, and that's something only someone who has love for themselves and others could ever possibly be able to give. He doesn't need to be perfect, because perfection is unattainable. He just needs to be brave enough to try even if it makes him deeply uncomfortable at times.

So,

To the men who truly and deeply identify with Mamoru, know I'd marry you in a heartbeat if you asked. That if you showered me in chocolate and flowers I'd do the exact same thing for you because you deserve it. Anyone who is brave enough to do the work necessary to heal and grow, to have kindness and compassion for others, to show me that even if I'm not perfect that it's still okay to be myself around you deserves every happiness in the world.

Not everyone is brave enough to do such a thing and I've come to a point in my life where I'm not interested in what someone can give me externally as much as I am in the kind of person they choose to be and what their values are.

Maybe some people might look at someone like Mamoru and judge him, but Usagi most certainly never would once she got to know him; and considering I've always wanted to be her I'll die on this hill defending him. Out of everyone, Usagi WOULD defend him from the judgement, from the criticism, of the need to be perfect and wear masks, or be something other than what he truly is on the inside.

Mamoru is more than just a knight in shining armor,

He's beautiful imperfection; and I'd choose that over anything else any day.

@heavyheartedprinceofearth

[depravitycentral]

I’m begging you to elaborate on Shizuku. Sounds kinda hot (please and no pressure, hot ladies do something for me😫)

Tw: non/dub-con, oral, strap-on usage, fisting, forced cuddling/kissing, Shizuku is a menace and you'd better hope she doesn't get horny in public because she WILL fuck you in front of other people without any hesitation

Sure! I'll eventually have both a general and nsfw profile for her up, but in the meantime, just know that Shizuku (along with a few other women spanning the fandoms I write for - specifically Mirko and, to a lesser extent - and with significantly more grace - Pakunoda) are anything but subtle when it comes to their desire to be intimate with you.

She doesn't try to hide the way she's feeling - regardless of whether she's in the mood to intertwine your pinkies, cuddle you for hours, or shove her face between your legs. She doesn't see a point in trying to hide her desires - why should she? The whole reason she kidnapped you in the first place was to have free, easy access to your affection and attention, and it just doesn't make sense to limit herself.

You can tell her to have things like 'common decency' or 'self respect', but she doesn't really understand why you seem to think she's lacking these things. She's not diminishing her common sense when she grabs your wrist in an iron lock and pulls you against her back, so that you're spooning her and listening as she hums happily and snores lightly.

It's not belittling, like you seem to think, when she makes sure your hand - still trapped by her hold, even in her sleep - is made to cup her breast, so that she can fall asleep to your touch and perhaps influence her dreams into having a more risqué plot. (And sometimes, when she wakes up, forgetting that she put your hand there, she's more than willing to indulge you in some morning sex - you'll feel hair tickling the inside of your thighs as you rouse awake, Shizuku's voice cheering a good morning, baby that gets muffled against your cunt.)

She's not even remotely embarrassed when she looks at you and taps her chin, her voice genuinely contemplative when she asks you if you'd rather have her sit on your face, or ride your thigh? It'll take a while either way, you know , because I'm pretty horny right now and I want to come a few times. Let's go with your face - you'll have more fun that way, too.

(Nevermind that she always drops all her weight on you, and while she's not particularly heavy, she doesn't really acknowledge when you're tapping at her thigh or squirming under her, begging for air because her slick is just everywhere, and you can't seem to find any room to breath - the only thing you seem to be able to inhale is her her her, exactly how she likes.)

She'll always be asking you sexual questions - she doesn't just let things happen naturally (not that you want them to; she's kidnapped you, after all), instead always broaching the topic with the most apathetic, flat expression she can manage. She's not ashamed in the slightest - she's never denied the fact that she wants to fuck you in every way she possibly can, and because she can overpower you without even trying, you won't have much of a choice in the matter.

She wants to do everything to you - except, Shizuku is much more selfish in bed than she realizes, because while she enjoys getting you off, she'd much, much rather receive than give. She wants to be the center of your attention, to be fawned over and worked into her orgasm. She wants to feel the way you caress her skin and kiss every inch of her, your pretty eyes watching as she sighs and hums and cards her fingers through your hair.

She manhandles you, and as soon as an idea comes to her about something sexual she wants to do with you, she'll pull you away from whatever you're doing, free hand already working at the button and fly of her jeans, and tell you, nonchalantly, that we're going to fuck now. Bed or floor? How charming.

A few extra thoughts about her that I wanted to mention:

When you're eating her out, she'll physically pull your face closer to her cunt. Like, fingers grasping your head and pulling you forward with all her strength until your nose is literally buried between her folds, mouth pressed against her and your eyes just barely able to see her biting her lip from over the mound of her pelvic bone. It makes it hard to breath, and you'll always end up getting her slick all over you, making you a sticky mess and always smelling like musk and her. (She won't let you wash your face afterwards, either - she's too intent to cuddle with you when all's said and done, and she'll always giggle a bit when she sees you with the ring of white around your mouth.)

I know I briefly mentioned it in the post you're referencing, but she has this strap she bought a few years ago on a whim - it's a dark purple color and it's thick, enough to get you wincing a bit when she shoves it inside you. She likes watching, because while she doesn't have a dick herself and doesn't particularly like imagining anyone with a dick fucking you, there's something about the way your cunt flutters and sucks the plastic in again and again that gets her drooling and rubbing her own thighs together. She's always thrusting hard, fast, and deep, leaving you sore and nearly screaming because it's just all too much. She's like a man who doesn't understand the concept of thrusting, rather than jackhammering.

Conversely, she wants you to fuck her nice and slow when you're wearing the strap, and she likes when you're facing each other. She'll lay back and let you do all the work, her pillow princess tendencies really shining in these moments. She wants deep, languid thrusts, with lots of touching and pinching at her nipples, hickies sucked into her neck and a finger - your finger - constantly rubbing at her clit. She's high maintenance, and she doesn't even realize it.

She's a little bit into fisting - she just likes testing your limits and seeing how far your pussy can stretch and how much it can take. It's like a morbid fascination for her; she'll lean over your pelvis and stare as her fist disappears inside you again and again, making this squelch noise each time. She's staring, dark eyes boring into your body, and she's talking, too. Her voice is normal, not any hint of her arousal at watching as she tells you that you're taking this so well, you must do this a lot. Did you used to do this, back before we moved in together? I bet you did, and I bet you thought of me while you were doing it, too. At least she's kind enough to only bother shoving her fist inside when you're actually wet enough to try it.

She also kind of has a thing for public sex - there's something hot about the idea of someone watching you and her, and while she'd never let anyone else touch you, she likes having an audience. It's like showing off exactly how much you love her, because you're fingering her and kissing her right in front of a red faced Machi and Phinks (innocents who were merely caught in the cross fire in the public space of their latest hideout, though the prominent erection Phinks is sporting and the clear outline of Machi's nipples through her shirt tell Shizuku they're enjoying the show more than they'd care to admit). She just likes when people watch because it feels dangerous and exciting, and because it means other people can see that you're hers.

Shizuku does have some strengths in the bedroom, though, I promise! It's not all bad - she almost always gets you to orgasm, and she's actually very good with her fingers. She's gotten herself off enough times to the thought of you that she can get aroused and wet very easily when you're involved, and eventually she'll get you to have that same response, too. Honestly, it's a bit of a Pavlovian response - the minute you see her shuck off that black turtleneck, you're already feeling a bit of a warm sensation between your legs, even if it's just your body desperately trying to lubricate itself rather than actual excitement for what's coming.

Hopefully this is what you were looking for anon, I actually love Shizuku! I think she's a good example of an entirely non-self aware yandere who makes everyone in the room uncomfortable, not just you. So at least there's solidarity in numbers. Except, not a single person will be helping you, even if her behavior makes them shift awkwardly and look away. They're all Spiders, and if you're what Shizuku wants, then you'll be what she gets.

Thanks for sending the ask :)

[appuler]

Appule X Reader : On Task

Warnings: Workplace indecency, public masturbation, mentions of alien genitalia, Reader is kind of a prick. Reader is GN. Appule is a frickin’ bottom. Dub-Con?? Implied weaker reader.

First time writing smut … ever, go easy on me. I love Appule man, I gotta share my perverse thoughts with the world.

18+ this is freaky, I’m so sorry.

In charge of the medical ward. Again. Lower tier to mid-ranks like him always got caught with the slack the rest of the higher elites couldn’t be bothered to do. Either that, or duty paperwork, specific mission planning procedures, janitor work, and sometimes even patrols. If they had the right grunts to disperse, elite rankings had no issues pawning off certain duties to those who could be trusted.

And unfortunately for Appule, he had quite the habit of being a yes-man.

Also with him, Y/N, just another grunt he had to show the ropes too. He was used to multi-tasking, if anything this was the perfect opportunity to show you something new. I mean, you’d have to get used to it working under Commander Zarbon, the man can’t ever be bothered to do anything other than go out on lengthy missions, or completely abandoning his duties to train. But compared to how harsh Lord Frieza's other elites were with their personal fleets, you got pretty lucky.

“Y/N, are you getting this?”

The alien scoffed, darting his gaze over to you as the bridge of his snout wrinkled with a smidge of frustration. Appule was wearing himself dry at this point, and with you resting nonchalantly by the wall with your arms folded by your chest, it wasn't really helping him out too much.

“Oh— I've been listening. You get upset if I'm too close, you get upset if I'm too far. Where do you want me?”

You had some nerve talking to him like that. But it wasn’t his place to get onto you. Appule rolled his eyes, catching his lip on his fanged tooth as he pointed to the control-panel board in front of him.

“You can’t possibly learn from off to the side when the buttons are RIGHT here.”

You raised your hands defensively, squeaking your armored boots on the floor as you dragged yourself closer to the frustrated octopus-like man.

“That’s my bad— What’s happening.”

Appule could only turn to Y/N and give them a facial expression that read ‘are you kidding me.’ He sighed, straightening himself out as he looked back at the controls in front of him.

“You mentioned to me before that your planet didn’t have this type of technology.. Last I checked, you seemed rather far behind.”

You wished you could punch that look off of him, that bulbous-headed bastard looked at you with a smug grin, pressing a certain button that filled the healing pod in front of you with a weird teal-ish liquid. “Allow me to catch you up, my dear Y/N.”

Appule rambled on about things you couldn’t care less about, you were supposed to be training to be a mercenary, not somebody’s nurse. He explained to you how certain buttons worked, what they did, and how to complete certain tasks that went along with them.. You listened, watching him explain. Watching him mostly. For someone who didn’t look anything like you, or your species whatsoever, he was kind of cute in a strange way. Not totally hot, but the way he presented himself, his short, rounded snout, the way he bit his lower jaw when he was lost in thought. His face held a lot of unique expression, it was pretty cute in its own way.

The dude was also completely ripped, but that was a whole other subject matter you’d rather hold your tongue on.

Appule of course, subconsciously drew himself closer to you as he explained the subject at hand, being cold-blooded. For someone belonging to a cephalopod-like race, It couldn’t be helped, and it was also completely natural on his part.

“Are you getting all of this, Y/N, you better be. Don’t make me explain myself another time, so help me If I—“

He turned his head to look over at you, the extremely tense man blushed blue, backing up to give the both of you some distance. He was uncomfortably close to you, and with you staring at him like that made his heart race.

“Back up, Y/N, I said get closer, not that close.”

“You’re the one backing up into me, I’ve stayed put like you asked.”

You got a good view with just how tense this man actually was up close, he wasn’t training right this second, but his muscles were so incredibly stiff it looked as though he had been for quite a while.

Appule brushed you off, not wanting to admit fault for subconsciously seeking out the heat radiating off of your body.

“Tch— Not the point, you’d listen to me as your superior if you knew what was best for you.”

“When was the last time you saw a chiropractor, you look like a statue.”

With a surge of found confidence, you had the guts to envelop the grouchy soldier in a hug from behind, wrapping your arms around his torso as Appule hissed from the sensation.

He stiffens, huffing as Y/N’s hands slide down to his thighs, giving them a gentle squeeze. However, he didn’t try to fight you off. Appule isn’t used to people showing interest in him, especially of other races.. Outside of his own race, he wasn’t really seen as an ideal partner, or all that attractive even. But was he going to admit he was touch starved, nope. Not a slight chance.

Luckily, you could read him like a book. For a rough-grunt like him, Appule didn’t stifle his emotions, and was way more bark than bite. Even if he tried to convince you otherwise, he wasn’t good at it.

“What do you think your doing—“

His voice grew quieter, softer. But your grip tightened, pulling his cold-blooded form back flush against your warm body.

Before Appule could complain anymore, your plush lips pressed to the back of his neck, kissing the small, yellow spots that adorned his lavender scales, a sensation that made him shiver quite a bit.

His body relaxed finally, just a little, but he still growled under his breath. Appule’s gaze glinted with unspoken frustration as he grit his teeth just out of your view. “We have a task to focus on at hand, Y/N…”

“Then focus, don’t let me stop you.”

Your soft, warm hands slipped into his spandex shorts, feeling over the area where his cock was supposed to be.. Y/N’s fingers ran over a slit just between his thighs, making the male hang his head as a quiet whimper escaped his lips, growing hard just for you.

Appule’s slick, smooth length throbbed in your hands, it almost felt kind of wet in a weird way. He couldn’t have been more than 6 inches, but the base felt girthy and ribbed as it tapered down to the tip. That was okay, you could work with that surely.

He let out a strained, low groan as Y/N’s warm hands wrapped around his cold, hard length. Appule’s grip on the control panel tightened as he tried to maintain his composure, but it was quickly becoming a lost cause.

“Y/N, stop... I really need to... Hnngh—“

The alien male’s mouth hung open as he let out a low, guttural moan, having you behind him stroking his extremely sensitive manhood ever so gently, it was too much.. Just that bit of stimulation had him seeing stars, especially with how warm your body was pressed up against his own.

His grip on the control panel tightened to the point where his knuckles turned white, his entire body tensed as he fought against the overwhelming pleasure.

“M-Mmhh... Y-Y/N..—“

Appule quickly forgot the task at hand, melting into Y/N’s touch as they had him bent over in such a lewd manner, the spandex speedo he typically wore now below his ankles as he was jerked off while on duty.. This definitely wouldn’t fly if their superiors caught wind of what was happening in here, but hell if it didn’t feel good, he’d die a happy man for sure.

You could feel him buck his hips into your hand, desperate for any kind of friction as the soldier grew closer to his limit. Appule let out a string of muffled moans, voice growing higher in pitch as he reluctantly folded himself over to bury his face into his arms. Y/N had him in such a vulnerable position, and with the way he cried out for you, that wasn’t a bad thing.

“So— Which button drained the healing-tanks again..?”

His words were garbled as he tried to speak, his body convulsing with each stroke of your hand. He could only manage to point at the button with one of his own, his other hand gripping the console for dear life as he approached his peak.

“T-The... Red one...”

“Ahh— I see.. Wait, which latch did I have to pull in order to release the person from the inside?”

Y/N licked the back of his neck, their teeth grazing against his soft, violet scales as their body stacked against his own, their chest-plated armor rubbed against one another as Y/N grinded their own hips into his backside.

His head lolled to the side as he spoke, his words slurred as he was reduced to a moaning, shivering mess. Appule’s hand shook as he pointed to the lever to the right of him.

“The... The one... on the... right...”

“Thank you. Sorry, I forgot..”

Y/N tightened their grip around his stiffened, throbbing cock, breathing deeply into the crook of his neck as they focused on alleviating all of that stress he had been carrying with him for all of this time.

The constant smooth talking was driving him up the wall, and every dirty-nothing that you whispered into the side of his neck had him spilling over the edge. Appule’s mouth hung wide open, body convulsing with the last bit of strength he had as thick, white ropes spilled right into your wonderful hands. He made a complete mess of himself below you, trembling from the aftershock.

One of Y/N’s hands slipped underneath his armor, giving Appule’s firm torso a quick rub while planting soft kisses to flushed cheeks.

“Feeling better, sir?”

You could only chuckle to yourself, watching as your superior scowled, but lacked the stamina to remain angry.

His shoulders slumped forward as he tried to catch his breath, his voice weak and hoarse from the passionate cries that escaped his mouth just seconds prior. Appule could only nod weakly, his body still jelly-like as you rubbed his chest, a small, content purr escaping his throat.

“Y-You're... Evil...”

“About that.. I actually wasn’t paying attention at all, those questions were serious.. Can we go over all of this again?”

You're gonna kill him at this rate, that he was sure of. But maybe it would be worth his while to teach you something new after all, even if it took a while. Perhaps Appule even looked forward to it.

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I write for Frieza Force, All Dragon Ball related Villains, and MHA (any char) btw, if you like this I’m open for requests! *swag* I also love doing descriptive head-canons, I’m extremely good at that.

I do not write lewd of Minors, even aged up. Get out of here with that. Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Movin’ Mountains

Chapter 4: Talk of the Town

Pairing: Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

Rating: M

Warnings: some language, possibly more angst but tbh just a heavy conversation between the adults

Word count: 3,224ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant and @lexixstewart for being sounding boards for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being cheerleaders, and allowing me to screech at them about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y'all.

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! It's gonna start picking up here soon. I'm taking the time to enjoy the quiet before the storm lol.

Stella and Kayce got back to the camp and she let him go to Monica. Jimmy spotted her and waved her over. She smiled fondly at the wrangler. It had been a while since they’d been able to sit and talk. She sat in the chair she’d dubbed as hers with a sigh. “Hey JB.”

Jimmy looked at her timidly. “How’re you holdin’ up?”

Stella watched as he wiggled around in his seat. She leaned back and propped her elbow on the back of the chair, gingerly scratching her eyebrow. It was getting itchy which told Stella it was in the final healing stages. “I’m okay. My bruises are almost nothing, my ribs are still stiff if I sit too long, but I’m fine. How’re you, Mr. I ride broncs now and I’m damn good at it?” She smirked at him.

Jimmy ducked his head as his cheeks warmed up. “I wouldn’t say all that now.”

“I heard from Lloyd that you won a buckle! I’d say that’s pretty damn good!” She pushed his arm.

“I’m finally good at something.”

“Jimmy, you’ve always been good. The curmudgeons around here are just bitchy.”

Jimmy smiled at her words. If there was anyone who’d believed in him the entire time, he was sure it was Stella. “You’ll have to come watch one time.”

“I definitely will! Now that I’m up and moving. I might even let you take me.”

Jimmy’s face froze. “I dunno if that would be a good idea.”

“Why not?” Stella knitted her eyebrows together.

“I mean aren’t you and Kayce?” He made an awkward motion of kissy faces and making out with the air.

Stella belly laughed, catching the attention of everyone nearby. “You’re such a 12 year old!” She wiped a few tears from her laughter away and sniffled. “We are, but he’s not the jealous type.”

“The way he looked at me a few times says otherwise.”

“He’s just protective. He always has been.”

“If that helps you sleep at night, you call it that.”

“He might have just also still been confused and in the midst of whatever with Monica. Then he sees you making me laugh, and got irritated.”

“Well we’ll figure out logistics later. Ryan is glaring over here by the way.”

Stella huffed. “He and I got into it last night.”

“What about?”

“Me almost dying, becoming more involved in the ranch’s dirtier side.”

“I think it scares him. He doesn’t want to lose you. We all don’t.”

“But you guys won’t, Jay.”

His eyes widened at her. “How can you promise that with everything you’ve seen and experienced in the last year, the last six months alone?”

Stella held a finger out in his direction. “While you make a fair point, let me rephrase. You guys aren’t gonna lose me if I can help it.”

“Yeah. I know everyone would do everything they could to keep you safe, but it’s still not a solid promise. Bad shit happens that’s out of our control sometimes.”

Stella glared at the wrangler. “I hate it when you make sense," she mumbled.

“You love me for it, Stell.”

They shared a grin, but a throat clearing interrupted the happy moment. Stella looked over her shoulder, and frowned when she caught her brother’s eye. She faced Jimmy again. “JB, give us a minute, yeah?”

Jimmy nodded and made himself scarce. Stella didn’t bother to look at her brother. “Sit.”

He sat in the chair next to her. The air was thick with tension between the siblings. Ryan sat forward with his elbows propped on his knees and his hands folded. “Jimmy’s right,” he admitted quietly.

Stella pulled her lips together, thinking carefully about what he was confessing to. She knew he probably hated to say that Jimmy was right which meant this was weighing on him big time.

“I know you’re worried, Ryan.” She got him to focus on her instead of the flames. “But I know all of y’all, have done and would do their absolute damndest to make sure I come out unscathed. I don’t have to officially be Rip, until Rip is gone. And that ol’ bastard will be around for years to come. Kayce’s workin’ on mending that fence.” Stella smiled sympathetically to her brother. “And you know me, if I don’t think it’s a good idea, I will always voice my concerns or my disagreement.”

Ryan’s mouth turned upward in a small grin. If there was one thing he knew about Stella, her mouth was loud when it had to be. “Okay, you make a good point.” He gave her puppy dog eyes. “But can I cut you a deal?”

“Possibly? I’m not gonna promise anything, but I’ll at least hear you out.”

Ryan sat up straight to give her his proposal. “I’m fine with you going deeper. I’m a hypocrite for even thinking you shouldn’t when I have already. We both have.” Stella nodded, pleased that he’d apparently been doing some self reflection. He continued. “But the second I feel you’re in too deep, potentially unsafe—,” Stella interrupted him finishing his thought.

“—You can be the first one to pull me out of the deep end.” She smirked at her brother. “I wouldn’t expect any less from you because I would absolutely do the same.”

The siblings stared at each other, coming to a silent agreement. They would be each other’s life line in the craziness they were diving into. Stella adjusted her glasses in the bridge of her nose and smiled at him.

Footsteps from behind broke the duo out of their little bubble. Stella glanced back at who was making their way over. It was Monica.

Monica shoved her hands in her pockets and asked, “can I borrow her for a second, Ryan?” Ryan stood and patted his sister on the shoulder as he made his way off. Monica waited until he left and took a seat around the fire.

Stella leaned forward with a stick she’d found to stoke the fire with. She stole a glance at the woman across from her. “What’s on your mind?” Stella asked gently.

“Since it’s just us right now, can we talk about what’s going on?”

Stella nearly choked at Monica’s question. She knew it was a conversation that needed to be had sooner or later, but she’d really been hoping for later. She cleared her throat. “Uh, sure.”

“So you and Kayce are together now?” Monica took note of the flannel that was Kayce’s. The light marks that weren’t a part of the yellowing bruises on her neck. There had been little signs here and there before now that pointed to Monica that they were together. She and Kayce had also just finished talking about it. She wanted to make sure Stella wasn’t going to lie to her. She knew it was sneaky, but she had to. For her own peace of mind.

Stella pulled her lips together and nodded. Her chest caved in. “Yeah, we are.” Stella knew there would always be some animosity between them now. She’d accepted it. Monica and Kayce had split up. Kayce and Stella had fucked around. The best friends ended up together not long after. Monica had moved on too, but it was a wound that would probably always sting for her though. She and Stella had been on a pretty good level with each other for a really long time. They weren’t besties, but they could definitely get along.

Monica knew Stella had always had a soft spot for Kayce and Kayce for her. Before he even met her. Stella never said anything and missed out. That was her fault, and she just cared that he was happy. She always tried her hardest to respect the relationship and marriage and keep her distance, only reaching out every so often and only seeing Kayce if they ran into each other at the ranch, or if Monica invited her over. And Monica respected her for that.

Once Kayce and Monica had officially called it quits, Stella had just been concerned for her best friend’s well being. She knew that Monica meant the world to Kayce, and she didn’t know exactly what went down, but she knew it had probably been tearing him up. She got blinded by her feelings for him and didn’t do anything to stop them from getting in the way.

Monica took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She didn’t want to cause a scene or give anyone a free show. This wasn’t the time, nor the place.

Stella stared at her and kept going to fill the silence. “I don’t know what changed," she shrugged. "After you guys split officially and you moved on, I just wanted to keep him from going off the rails.”

“So you slept with him? Your best friend of 14 years? That’s how you kept him from going off the deep end?”

“No Monica, and you know that just as well as I do.”

“Do I?”

“I mean you should. You’ve known me for almost just as long. I know we weren’t really the best of friends, but you should know enough about me by now.”

“That’s what’s crushing me, Stella.” She sighed heavily. “You. Of all people.”

“I didn’t take him away, Monica. You guys called it quits. You went your way and he went his own way and something changed between us along the way. I didn’t put a gun to his head and make him.”

Monica stared at Stella from across the fire. She shook her head, “no you didn’t, but I thought I could trust you.”

“That’s the thing, Monica. You can. Not to make this a kindergarten argument, but he moved on me first.” Stella dropped the stick in her hand on the ground with a huff. “I didn’t really do much to stop it because I was taken out by my own feelings, and that’s on me.” She crossed her arms over her chest feeling too exposed. Raw. “To which I’m sorry for. I know sorry doesn’t make it better, but it had to be said.”

“Like I told you not long ago, I’ll always be around in Kayce’s life. We have a child. So inevitably your life too.”

“And like I told you that day, I understand and I wouldn’t expect anything different. Kayce told me you guys were gonna co-parent to keep stress on Tate minimal. Which seems like the best course of action.”

“Have you said anything to Tate about you and his dad?”

Stella shook her head assertively. “No. I wanted him to get settled into his new routine and once I got a chance to talk to you, with or without Kayce, then we would decide how to go about it from there.”

Monica sat back and appreciated the care of the thought process Stella had taken in regards to her child and his welfare. She looked past Stella and spotted Kayce as he marched over to the two of them. He looked worried. Monica panned back to Stella. “It looks like you’re gonna get your wish of talking to both of us.” She nodded to the man coming up behind Stella.

Stella felt the weight of Kayce’s hands leaning on the back of her chair and tilted her head back to look at him. He gazed down at her. Monica felt her stomach tighten at the intimate sight. It wouldn’t normally be an intimate motion, but it was like she was watching their souls intertwine with their eye contact.

“Everything okay?” Kayce asked Stella softly, for the second time that day.

She nodded and remembered what was happening and knocked herself back to reality. “Kayce, is Tate with grandpa?” He nodded. Stella waved to the empty chairs. “Pop a squat for a minute. You should be a part of this conversation.”

Kayce’s eyebrows knitted together, but he saved any questions for after he took a seat. “So what’s goin’ on,” he asked the women tentatively. Almost afraid of the answer.

Monica took the lead in answering him. “Stella and I were just going over a few things that we needed to update each other on. Laying a couple ground rules down.”

Kayce squinted between the two of them. “Okay,” he dragged out the syllables. “Ground rules of?”

“How this is gonna go around our son. When we’re gonna tell him about you and his aunt being together.”

Kayce’s eyes bugged but he corrected them quickly. He just got done talking to Monica about this. He didn’t expect this talk so soon. “I think you and I should get a schedule set for him for when he comes here and when you have him, first.”

“I agree.” Monica swallowed. “Once he’s adapted, should we all sit and tell him?”

Kayce looked at Stella for input. She changed her sitting position while she thought about the possibilities. “I mean, he’s gonna be hurt either way. We’ve gotta give him time and respect that, even if he’s only 10. But I think seeing his mom’s reaction would help him.”

Monica looked at her in question. “What do you mean by my reaction?”

“Well, if I’m being transparent, this calm chat wasn’t what I was expecting for when this topic came about. I know you’re not “okay” with it, but you haven’t tried to deck me yet.” Stella gave Monica a small smile. “So I think if he saw that, it might help him keep calm about the change.”

Kayce’s eyes lit up as Stella spoke. This was a completely different mindset from Stella than what he was used to. She was thinking like a mother. She sounded like a mother. A thought he’d never had before crossed his mind. It was with the potential for him to make Stella a mother in the future. He had to shake his head to break him out of the burning thoughts. “I think Stella’s right.”

Monica nodded. “That settles it then. We’ll tell him together.” She stared Stella down. “Can I trust you around my son? You’re involved in this shit mess just as much as his father.”

“Monica… if there’s one thing I can 100% guarantee you, it’s that I would do everything in my power to make sure your boy is safe. I know how much Kayce and you love him. He’s a great kid and I would do anything to keep him from getting hurt.” She laughed humorlessly. “For god's sake I got beat to shit trying to stop those men from taking him.” Monica stopped to look over her face. It had healed for the most part, but you could see the few scars that forever remained. The scene replayed in Stella’s head.

She had gone out to the barn to grab Abigail to go for a night ride. She spotted Tate and found it hard to believe that he would have been allowed to go to the pen by himself. Especially since she and Kayce had to break the horse for him still.

She remembered scaring Tate into running for his grandpa’s house, but the little boy turned back when he saw her getting beat on.

Tate screamed her name loud and clear, “Aunt Stella!!”

She grabbed a piece of rebar sticking out of the sand by the round pen and swung it at the face of the man that had Tate as hard as she could like she was hitting for a home run. The man’s jaw snapped shut and reopened as he let out a deafening scream.

“You filthy bitch!” The man’s words were garbled.

Tate started to dart toward her, but was snatched up by someone else.

“Stella!!” His tiny voice hollered.

Stella started to scramble for the second man, but was grabbed from behind. “Fuck you piece of shit! Let us go!”

A fist hammered down onto her head from the man that had her knocking her glasses off her face. She groaned as her vision blurred. She tried to get her foot behind or under the man’s leg, to sweep his foot out but he stayed on top of it. His arms were wrapped around the top of hers as she struggled to gain some high ground. She didn’t want to do this, but she didn’t have any other option but to ram her head backwards into his nose as hard as she could. Hopefully breaking it.

He yelped out, and loosened his grip. Her head started to thump wildly. She would have gotten away if the other man hadn’t been enraged and made his way back for her after getting Tate in the van.

“Fuck!” She squeaked out. He gripped her up by the neck making her lose air and landed a solid fist to her face, knocking her woozy. Her posture drooped and the man behind her let her fall to the ground.

She tried to claw her way back to standing to run toward the van, but the men kicked her sides and face. Anything they could get to to make sure she stayed down. The bunkhouse was too far away to have heard their screams. She couldn’t breathe from the wind being knocked out of her and her vision was starting to go. With one final attempt to crawl back to her feet to get to the van, the lead man landed a knockout blow to her chin with his foot and Stella stopped moving all together.

“Stella?” She heard Monica’s soft voice drift in from the outside of her mind.

“Yeah, sorry. It still races through my mind sometimes.” She looked down and fixed her glasses.

“I appreciate you fighting for my son, you know. I never got to say thank you properly with everything going on. I know his father probably said it for me, but I wanted you to know it wasn’t unnoticed.” Monica glanced at the wicked pink scar across her eye.

“Of course. I would want someone to do the same for me.” She pulled her lips tight against her teeth. “I also want you to know I will never bad mouth you to your kid. You're his mother. You’re always going to be in Kayce’s life because you’re Tate’s parents. I understand that. I just hope one day, you’ll be able to hate me a little less while going through life near each other. That’s really all I wanted to say.”

“I think we can come to that eventually. I need time.”

“Of course.” She smiled softly at Monica.

Monica realized it was late, and that she didn’t have a tent. “Where should I stay?”

Stella glanced at Kayce. “How ‘bout I stay with my brother tonight, so she can stay with Tate? I’ll have Jake take Flip back down tomorrow and grab her a tent. Which after Jake riding Flip up here today, that horse should be broke for the most part.” She looked at Monica. “If you wanna keep staying up here with us?”

Monica took in Stella’s courtesy towards her, even with the awkward air.

Kayce assessed Stella’s mood. “You sure?”

“Yes, Kayce. I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.”

“Thank you, Stella.” Monica expressed.

Stella’s eyebrows came together. “For what?”

“Letting me be with my boy.”

Stella chuckled. “He’s your son. Who am I to keep you from him?” She stood stiffly with a groan. She’d been sitting too long. “I’m gonna go find my brother.”

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

Tbh, timeline is the least of my problem with Miraculous. I was born around the time Detective Conan released and 20 smt years later the he's still first grade elementary, so yeah, I'm so used to the whole comic book timeline. My problem is with how fast he "fell in love" with Marinette, the girl who he rarely talk to because she always got tongue tied in front of him, the girl who he think is hated him in pupetter 2. Which also the episode the writers claimed to be the episode when Adrien fell in love with her.

Anyway, Adrien get over Emilie's death in less than a year is weird yet he's also a character who tend to keep everything bottled inside and also an "actor". I think many people already write about how good of an actor he is. The fact that we rarely get his POV also doesn't help in grasping his thought about his mother's death.

In special (I watch FR dub) though, we got an implication that he hasn't truly move on but he tried to. When asked by Griffe Noir about why he never try to get the wish despite knowing it could revive his (our) mother, he admitted that he has thought about it. It's the price that he wouldn't want to put to anyone. Life for a life.

“I resumed my life, trying to be happy just like what she would've wanted. I have friends who support me. I'm alright now. ...well, as alright as possible anyway."

I read the line as Adrien being "fake it till I make it" and he haven't fully move on, he's just good at hiding it. Which is pretty in character for him imo. The thing about being "easy children" is that everyone tend to think you're always alright, that you have no problem and with a parent with emotional immaturity like Gabriel being an easy children is a must, or punishment awaits him. So the combination of "what Emilie would like him to do" and Gabriel parenting who hates when Adrien being emotional, we got this child who tried to be okay and griefing alone.

I agree that the timeline isn't a huge deal, it's just kinda fun to point out how nuts it is. Adrien falling in love with Marinette is far less fun to talk about because I don't buy it for a second. Especially since it's literally the episode after Jubilation. You know, that episode where Chat Noir and Ladybug got married and had a bunch of kids? That's the thing that makes him give up on Ladybug? REALLY???

And then they have the audacity to claim that Marinette is the one who is lying to herself about her crush flip:

Alya: You're lying to yourself anyway, you’re in love with Adrien. (Elation, S5E9)

Because Marinette giving up on a guy she barely talks to after her crush lost her all of the miraculouses is totally ridiculous, but Adrien giving up on his partner who he's closer to than ever before makes perfect sense. Right.

I mean, I know crushes don't have to make sense, but this is a story not real life! This is not how you tell a convincing love story!

Re Emilie, you make a fair point about the special actually acknowledging Adrien's pain. It was a nice moment and I agree with how you say Adrien should be played. I just don't think that's actually what the writers are going for since season five has Adrien never talk about Emilie and ends with her statue destroyed so that Adrienette can have a new makeout spot. I really think we're supposed to read Adrien as fully moved on, possibly from both of his parents. It's really gross. Unless season six surprises us and Emilie is back, which might actually be enough to make me watch it. I really doubt it, though.

[relicsongmel]

Actually you know what fuck it I think I do wanna elaborate on Sylvia/Cyllene. Extensive, dubiously coherent yapping about OC x canon under the cut so be warned

First of all, a bit of background on the context behind Sylvia's PLA AU: Sylvia gets isekai'd to Hisui while she's still halfway through her travels in Sinnoh, which is roughly a year after her challenge to the Unova Pokemon League and the whole debacle at N's castle. Which is to say, she's already a pretty experienced Trainer at this point and her experiences with Team Plasma have greatly influenced the way she approaches her relationship with Pokemon (I could write a whole other essay on this topic but basically she's extremely careful about abiding by her Pokemon's wishes and always puts all Pokemon before herself regardless of whether they're hers or not).

With that laid out, let me explain why I'm really drawn to Sylvia/Cyllene as a ship (SteadfastHeartShipping, as I've dubbed it) and why it's genuinely one of my favorite Sylvia shippings I've ever had.

On the surface, Cyllene comes across as distant, detached, and even unnecessarily harsh at points, such as when she very bluntly tells Sylvia that should she fail to pass her initial trial to enter the Survey Corps, she will be left out in the wilderness to whatever fate has in store for her—probably death, all things considered. Her demeanor is emblematic of the frigidity of Hisui itself, and I often think about how it's very likely a coping mechanism to deal with how ruthless and unforgiving a region it is, in an era predating the coexistence of humans and Pokemon. The weather is cold and often unpredictable, resources are scarce, and Pokemon are incredibly dangerous and (somewhat rightfully) considered terrifying by most people. To put it simply, death lurks around every corner in the land of Hisui—and Cyllene has likely lost so many comrades within the Galaxy Team that she's found it's easier for her to manage if she simply shuts herself off emotionally. After all, there's no point in getting attached to someone when you can lose them all too easily, which we know for a fact she has—even disregarding the possibility of losing someone to disease or injury, there's a Diamond Clan member who mentions that Clover of the Miss Fortune sisters was once a member of the Survey Corps before she became fed up with the Galaxy Team and left to live as a bandit instead. With all this in mind, her cold mannerisms are the only way she knows how to survive without disrupting the delicate emotional balance in her heart. And she cannot allow herself to bare weakness—because that poses the risk of succumbing to despair, which would further compromise her ability to protect what small amount of people she has remaining.

Enter Sylvia: a woman who, by all appearances, is entirely Cyllene's opposite—clearly visibly nervous from suddenly finding herself in an unfamiliar land and needing to adapt to its people and culture, but nonetheless bright, cheerful, and eager to make herself useful to the Galaxy Team. She's friendly and adaptable, and seems to hold nothing but love for the world around her—a love she displays wholly and openly, and extends to both people and Pokemon. On top of that, her knowledge of Pokemon rivals that of Professor Laventon and she proves herself to be incredibly adept at handling and surveying them. In all respects, she's truly a godsend to the Survey Corps, but Cyllene can't help but find it baffling that she can wear her heart on her sleeve in such a way despite her position as a stranger from the space-time rift, who could well be sent back to her own era at any time, for all she knows. Of course, what she won't admit to herself is that Sylvia's loving nature reminds her of what she's deprived herself of for so long, but nonetheless, watching her care so deeply makes her heart ache—in a way she can't ignore no matter how much she tries. Her defensiveness of how she's chosen to cope with her loss notwithstanding, it also makes her worry that someday this young woman will suffer the cruel bite of reality one day whether she's prepared for it or not, a fate all too likely in Hisui. It takes time, but she eventually realizes that Sylvia's open love is a source of strength for her, and she comes to admire her for that quality, different though it may be from her more reserved way of showing it.

What Cyllene doesn't realize until much later, however, is that Sylvia is not nearly as naive or emotionally straightforward as she originally perceived her to be.

Sylvia is all too familiar with loss and emptiness herself—she's never known her father, she had an uncle seemingly vanish from her life without a word, she was once betrayed by someone she considered her companion and friend (even if she eventually helped him see reason in the end), and now, she's completely cut off from her family, friends and Pokemon across time and space, wholly uncertain if she'll ever find a way to return to them, or even see them again. Sylvia does her best to come across as kind, approachable and dependable, and while it is motivated by a genuine desire to do good in the world, it is also a facade to cover up the fact that she feels like an outsider in Jubilife Village. That she feels alone. But she, much like Cyllene, doesn't start in a position where she feels safe to express that kind of vulnerability to others, because for all she's willing to extend a helping hand to others when they need it, she'll only ever do so from a safe distance—a distance she's gotten frighteningly good at disguising behind a friendly smile and a gentle laugh. She won't let anyone in on her grief, because in her mind they've already been burdened with having to accept her despite her status as an outsider, and because she doesn't feel like she's earned the right to be cared for in that way (which again, is a whole other conversation on its own but if I go on that tangent now I will never stop so. Another time unfortunately). As for her thoughts on Cyllene specifically, she's initially a bit intimidated by her (as well as most of Galaxy's leadership in general—she's more uptight around them due to her aforementioned anxieties about fitting in, and fears that one wrong word or action could compromise her standing with them), but she's emotionally intelligent enough to recognize that she has the best interests of the Survey Corps at heart, and her actions speak louder than her words in that regard. She admires her work ethic and commitment to studying Pokemon, and even finds herself appreciating her blunt remarks in the sense that she has high regard for her ability to be brutally honest in a way that she could never bring herself to be.

Her exile from Jubilife Village during the calamity on Mount Coronet is very tumultuous for Sylvia and Cyllene both, as the event further solidifies the former's insecurities about whether there's truly a place for her in Hisui, and the latter finds herself terrified for Sylvia's safety to a degree she hasn't felt with anyone in a long time. Her worst fears are confirmed when her Abra, having picked up on its partner’s worrying, teleports away for a moment only to bring back a critically injured Sylvia from the Temple of Sinnoh after her battle against the Pokemon from the space-time rift. Thankfully the Medical Corps is right next door to patch her up—though they’re not entirely sure whether she’ll make it at first, in the end she comes out alive mostly thanks to Abra bringing her to safety before she could lose too much blood from her injuries. Of course, she doesn’t leave the ordeal unscarred—her memory of the past few days’ events is hazy, but she remembers clearly the despair she felt from her exile and it’s at this point Cyllene finally starts to see her crack. She visits her injured subordinate at her bedside in the Medical Corps office, and Sylvia tearfully asks her why she and many others went to such lengths to help her regain her position, and why she’s even worthy of being saved when she's an outsider who fell from the very source of the calamities plaguing Hisui. In a rare moment of complete emotional sincerity, Cyllene gently takes her hand and affirms that she is no longer an outsider—that she believes in the woman who's been instrumental in bringing the people and Pokemon of Hisui closer together. The woman who she's seen do good for the Galaxy Team over and over again. The woman who helped her realize that there is strength to be found through daring to express love and compassion in the face of death and strife. And hearing those words from her captain of all people—the same woman who once told her to her face that she'd be willing to let her die out in the wilds, but now has garnered enough respect for her to the point that she would openly defy her superior's orders for her sake, and whose Pokemon is now the very reason she's even alive at all after she narrowly carried out the order that she was also entrusted with by her? To stay it stirred something deep within her soul is a massive understatement.

As for how they eventually end up a couple? To put it simply...they're very messy and I love it to pieces. Cyllene finally admits to herself she's in love with Sylvia not long after the events at the Temple of Sinnoh, but as much as her feelings are starting to reach a boiling point, getting over her fear of emotional vulnerability isn't something that's going to happen overnight. Sylvia, meanwhile, is blessed with the hilarious but also dreadful trait of being frightfully perceptive about the romantic inclinations of literally everyone except herself and whoever she's attracted to in the moment—in which case her intuition is roughly akin to that of a brick. As such, it takes quite a lot for her to even realize she's in love most of the time, and unfortunately for Cyllene, this time is no different (and honestly even if she wasn't Like That she probably wouldn't have the guts to confess to her superior anyway). Cyllene also has to contend with the fact that Sylvia is, at the end of the day, not from her era—there's always a possibility she could be sent back through the space-time rift without warning, and she has to consider whether it's worth it to pursue a relationship with someone who could very easily be taken away from her at any moment. Which ultimately makes her decision to finally act on her feelings all the more impactful, in my opinion—even if she has extremely Disaster Lesbian methods of going about it lmao. Basically she kicks everyone out of her office one night to write multiple letter drafts that almost all end up in the trash. Sylvia, having been out all day on a survey, walks in on her writing one of them and she has to quickly put it away and shoo her off, her face burning all the while. When she finally finishes something she's somewhat happy with she stares at it for a solid 30 minutes before Abra takes matters into its own hands again and snatches it from her desk before teleporting to Sylvia's quarters to give it to her. Sylvia is THOROUGHLY shocked by the contents and spends the next few hours pacing said quarters, trying to figure out why her breathing is so unsteady and her heart is beating out of her chest before she meets her captain at Prelude Beach at midnight as the letter requested (she figured it out at about 11:30 and spent most of the time before the meeting with her hands over her face covering a smile that did not fade until after she had fallen asleep that night).

Long story short, their relationship is very wholesome and sweet—Sylvia brings out a very affectionate side of Cyllene that's unexpected at first but not at all unwelcome, and Cyllene in turn helps Sylvia grow more assertive when she needs to be—which benefits her quite a lot as she eventually gets promoted to Captain of the Survey Corps herself after Cyllene takes over as the Galaxy Team's commander. As much as I think they're perfect for each other to the point that I genuinely hesitated to canonize Sylvia returning to her own era after she sought out all Pokemon as Arceus had asked of her (because it made me too sad), in recent days I've started to think it would be a very fitting ending for their respective arcs. Cyllene's development from someone who swore to herself she would no longer be done in by the burden of allowing herself to care for those she would only end up losing, to someone who found a person so special to her that she willingly chose to love her even though she was the one most at risk of being lost—and someone who vowed that she would follow her example and continue to love in the same way she did, even after she was gone? Paired together with Sylvia learning that she will always find a home for herself wherever she goes among the people and Pokemon that she holds dear, and someone seeing through the invisible walls she's put up isn't such a bad thing after all? That it serves to further deepen the bonds she's put so much care into fostering (with this likewise being a lesson she learned from the woman she loved and one she swears to maintain even after they were separated)? Heartbreaking though it may be, it's simply too good to pass up.

TLDR: the core of Sylvia and Cyllene's relationship is how it moves from "she is everything I'm not and I'm into that" to "she's actually a lot more like me than I thought and it only makes me love her more." And I'm obsessed with it.

[9s-suggestion-ver1-1a]

OOC Post:

LOONG wall of text and POSSIBLE spoilers for the NieR Automata anime Cour 1&2

Some thoughts on the anime from me :3

"Watching" the Automata anime has been an interesting experience. I've heard a lot of negativity towards it and was unsure why, but I did recently see a whole thing about the production *nightmare* that it's been through, and that the animation is actually pretty bad because of time crunch.

This came as a surprise to me because I've actually been "watching it" in my pocket at work on Bluetooth. I kinda figured since anime isn't really my style anymore and I'm here solely for the characters that it wouldn't matter LOL... (I much prefer their models over their 2D designs)

I could kind of tell it looked like shit in episode 1, just from what I had seen when I started, but I brushed that off as me being negative about everything. I also was a little charmed by the shitty CGI?? It reminded me of a 2010 anime. The juxtaposition of 2B being practically rotoscoped over the game animation on top of the really off looking CGI enemies and vehicles? Total 2010s look.

I already intended to rewatch it all since it's deliciously short compared to a lot of shows, soooooo... I guess I will see how I feel about it! The story and writing has been, in my *personal opinion*, really really interesting. Seeing the game play out in a totally new order, sometimes entirely different locations for events or characters present...

In a sense, it has felt like fanfiction. That sounds like an insult, but I mean it like it feels like everything the fans were yearning and aching for. I.e. 2B and 9S simply getting to talk more, to eachother and to resistance members we barely see in game.

It occasionally takes a minute to be funny and let you decompress after all the depressing shit. Jackass just being Jackass and getting much more screentime feels like a special gift to the fans since she was instantly so beloved. The fact the "fanservice" in this show is just getting to see the characters in a comedic light says volumes about how sad it all is. And btw; if you loved Automata then this show is VERY fucking funny sometimes. A machine child tries to light A2 on fire with a kitchen lighter to help her stop being sick, and the dub actresses delivery of the line "Hey, hey just what do you think you're doing. Don't you dare." in like real fear makes me laugh so hard.

I saw it talked about as a product of the production struggles, but the way the show often slows down for an entire episode to let the characters breathe and interact with the world is so important to me. Getting to see 2B and 9S *actually* spending time together. Even after route C begins we get some excellent A2 interactions with the machines and other characters.

I just can't get enough of how the characters talk to eachother, how they spun some of the most empty dialouge-box reading scenes into something more, and how they keep finding ways to blindside and torture me with *actually* shocking alternate events.

[d1ana-m0nd]

Random ramble about my obsession with One Piece (just a warning in case you haven't finished Dressrosa Arc) and a reasoning for my haitus :')

So, why was I on haitus? I was seeing someone who later on became my boyfriend for the next 6 months which ended up with me revolving my life around him thus leading me to neglect my passion projects.

I won't go much into detail for privacy reasons.

Let's just say, this dude's need to be "important" is so big that he had to find another girl to make himself feel important, instead of fixing the relationship or just breaking up with me instead of cheating. He then began rubbing it on my face that I was a terrible girlfriend when all I did was nothing but devote my life to him for the past 6 months, even if he made me feel like shit for it. In short I broke up with his cheating ass :D, so to those who were looking forward to my updates be thankful to him. /s

(Press 'read more' to find out about the One Piece Ramble)

You watch One piece? Blame Zoro's actor, Mihawk's actor, and Garp's actor for dragging me into the fandom. Now, I'm so deep into the anime that within 4 months I reached around 700 episodes. I'm almost done with the Dressrosa Arc; Ever since then, I'm hyped to write an x reader fic but, I'm not sure if I want to do a.) OP various x reader fic series, b.) stick to just one character as a love interest, or c.) just do like a platonic fic with a reader insert who shares a lot of fluff or crack moments with the strawhat pirates.

If I do the first or third choice, I sort of have the rough idea of what I want. However, I'm unsure of how I'd tackle certain things.

If I do the second choice, I have the same concept for the reader but, I'm torn up with the idea on who I would make the reader's love interest. So far, my choices are Law, Ace, Sabo and possibly Kid (I'm shocked about Kid since I barely know him but, I'm intrigued by him oddly enough).

Admittedly, I wanna write a Sabo x Reader fic just because I don't see enough content on him: In Quotev, Wattpad, and Tumblr. I AM LEGIT IN LOVE WITH HIS ENG DUB (I'm biased because his VA voices 'Vash the Stampede' and 'Lelouch Britannia') I can't stop thinking about Sabo and his voice that I'm willing to give in into my degeneracy even though I have not finished my other (The Servant: TUA fic) yet 🗿.

The issue is that, since I'm like 700+ episodes in into OP, I don't wanna start rewatching the whole show just to catch small details or understand the character better. I could read the Wikipedia yes, but there are small details integrated in the episodes that can be used in future chapters or interpreted differently which is something I like doing. I can take advantage of the narrative or find a way to make the reader's involvement more smooth and she doesn't stick out like a sore thumb.

Right now I'm in a conundrum about the whole thing. 🧍‍♀️

[dreamtuna]

1 week on and it's still all I can think about but the void inside of me is starting to soften around the edges thanks to all the amazing conversations I've had, thanks to the fanworks I've seen, thanks to the kindness and love.

This is a long(ish) post about my feelings, stretching back to 2014 and some bad memories (tw: shitty partner) and talking about compassion, love and healing. If you read this, thank you. ♥

More than anything I just wanted to be able to have my feelings out there somewhere in the world and not just trapped inside me.

I haven't read the manga (yet). I decided to finish my journey with the anime since the end was near and that was how I started my journey. This meant dodging spoilers, which I mostly achieved! Apart from one. People just couldn't stop posting the manga page of Levi's last salute. But since I'd not been enlarging it, just scrolling past asap every time... I wasn't sure what I'd seen. And my brain began to think "oh my god, is he dead? is that what this is?" and I spent 50 days just trying to process those emotions in preparation all while avoiding as much of the fandom as possible because I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it any other way, I couldn't risk seeing any other spoilers or the context for that one. And so I processed it, I got myself to the point where all I wanted for him was to find peace before his death. I went into the finale so anxious and when we finally got to that scene everything just burst in me. I'd been crying throughout anyway, but that scene just destroyed me in the best way. Not only did I have the relief of it not being what I thought I'd seen, but it was the conclusion I'd been hoping so badly for. Following on from the previous special, that was all I could ever want for him. That moment when all the weight of the world, the weight of all his comrades that he carried with him - that we saw right from his introductory scenes - finally lifted off his shoulders. I've watched it so many times this past week and I can't get through it without crying. I just feel so much for him. I'm just so proud of him.

To combine that with his final post-war scene giving candy to the kids in the refugee camp, oh my god, my heart couldn't take it. So much pride and happiness seeing him, seeing how far he's come from the days in the underground. Seeing his peace. I've always said his compassion is what makes him humanity's strongest, and to see that reflected in his final scene just filled me with so much love and joy. It was absolute perfection. I honestly could not have asked for a more perfect conclusion for not just my favourite character in the series, but my favourite character period.

I originally wanted to write a long post the day after, reflecting on what Levi means to me to help me process things and get everything out of my head so I have room to breath and think again. My head was just thick with Levi and the meaning of the conclusion and series as a whole. But reading everyone else's content - the analysis, the fanfics, the thirsting (oh god we really did get the prettiest boy that ever did exist, huh?), EVERYTHING - has helped so much more than I expected. It's been really healing and helped turn that loss into love.

I watched the s1 dub back when it came out-ish. It would've been like 2014? I remember where I was, who I was with and who I was at the time. It was not a good time in my life. My relationship with my partner, who I watched the series with, was not good. It was very unhealthy and stifling and I was not good to him either but he was really fucking awful to me. It tainted the series a little bit for me, because I always remembered how badly it felt at the time. I wanted to be in fandoms again so badly at that time and I felt like I couldn't because of him and his expectations of me and the other people in my life at the time. And yet, the series still took root in my heart, Levi especially. Over the years I never forgot them and I craved the knowledge of the rest of their stories. But whenever I thought about returning I felt sick with remembering everything else from that time.

Fast-forward to this year, 6 months (to the day) before the finale airs. I'm looking for an anime to start. I'm a different person. I'm much older, much wiser, much more hurt and much more healed. My outlook on the world is entirely different and finally reflects the way I've always felt in my core. I'm not in a great place, but I'm doing my damn best to get there one day.

Fuck it, I'm going to start Attack on Titan.

I rewatched season 1. I remember asking my friend "why is this so easy to watch?". I'm the type of person who really struggles sometimes to sit through a single episode, but here I was watching 4-5 in one sitting. Then I hit s2 and I watch the entire thing in a single sitting. It continues and I binge so hard that by partway through s3 part 2 I'm starting to get too attached, too upset. I take a breather. But I can't even breathe for more than a few days before I'm back. I finish the series and look back on my journey completely stunned that I was able to overcome my wandering mind and watch something so fast.

I realise I'm completely in love with the series, and with Levi's character especially. The things he represents... I always had been in love, I think, but now, with all the development the series undergoes, it had consumed me. And I loved the feeling.

I convinced my current partner - an extremely loving and attentive partner despite our long distance situation who respects me and my interests and makes me want to be a better me every day until I'm the best me I can be - to watch it with me. And we devoured it together. Later I watched the series for a third time in preparation for the finale. And on each watch I got more and more out of it. I saw more. I felt more. My hatred towards some characters for their actions simmered out as I started to really understand some of their stories and the themes. Not knowing how the ending would tie it all together, I had no idea that some parts of the series, some of the themes and whatnot, really resonated with me and my worldview. I just instinctively felt it, I guess, from the information I had at hand.

But most of all I started to heal. A lot of things from back in 2014 and around that time had never healed. They have now. I owe this series so much. It gave me back a part of me I thought I had permanently lost. I owe it so much.

Loving AoT, loving Levi, has given me so much warmth and joy. The things I could never speak of no longer need to be spoken of, except to say "I overcame them".

And of course, I cannot and will not go into details of those things. Because like I said, they no longer need to be spoken of. I know what happened. And I know who I am now. Someone who is bigger, better and wiser for the things I have gone through. Someone who, thanks to a "stupid anime", thanks to a "dumb fictional character" as some people might think, someone who can walk a little more securely and proudly.

This fandom has been a part of that healing process too. I'll forever be grateful for every post I read and everyone who read and interacts with mine. I'll be here, even if I'm not always active or writing. I'll always be here in this fandom now. Thank you to anyone who took the time to read this, whether you interact or not. I hope, even when a lot of people have moved on to other things, that we can still be here never truly letting our happiness end. I may not have had the years with you, but I'm sure looking forward to the years we will spend in the future.

Now please resume your thirstposting for Levi. Please, I need more unhinged comments that feel like they've been ripped directly from my brain they FUEL me. I love you all so much

Let us always channel our inner Levi and show the world the love and compassion he would've.

[yanderefairyangel]

Engage's villain deep dive : Rafal, depressive atoning dragon

Oh boi, do you'all actually hate me or ... ? anyways, let's break him down.

But because of rules, spoliers ahead !!!

Rafal is one of the other Sombron/Xenobron's child and possibly an alternate version to one of Alear's half sibling in Elyos (though it's a bit of a touchy subject) , even if in this world he isn't family to his Alear.

Like all of Xenobron's children, he had a twin but this twin died a long time ago and when he was too young to remember so he was the only Fell child to be all alone in an environnement surronded by pair of twins. He became friends with his half brother, Nil, whom he strangely ressembled a whole lot. But during the parralel war of 1 000 Nil died in a battle and Rafal switched his place with him, making believe he died as he promised dying Nil to watch over Nel and that's what happenend, 1 000 years of assuming Nil's identity. One day, Xenobron noticed he was able to awake Emblems and approached him, promising him that he would become his heir and additionally, took advantage of this to curse the dragonstone he shared with Nel. Then once Altlear and Xenobron killed each other, operation ressurection of Papabron began and then it unpacks with the whole Fell xenologue events until Nel dies to save him and him, remorseful ends up a ressurection session like Lumimi did with Alear until she woke up 1 000 as atonement and the two move in our Elyos.

Alright, let's begin

1- Rafal is a shetty written villain/forced antagonist

If you want to explain Engage's internal writing problem, Rafal is probably an empitome for it. While his support proves him to be an excellent character, the DLC story is so lame that he is forced to be the antagonist although his motivations barely makes him one. Not to excuse his actions (since he himself refuse it) but it's probably because he is such a sheety villain he works so well as a redeeming one cause if there is one thing you can give him is that 1) he is actually a threat in the DLC (brrr;;;;; map 5) and also 2) he is a well written character when HE IS ALLOWED TO BE HIMSELF but we'll go through it once I am done explaining the crime he commited.

According to the devs and his support with Ivy, he didn't killed everyone but only 1) The royals to turn them into Corrupted, the only consenting victims being Ivyalt

And he also admitted to have killed all his remaining siblings

And he ... well cause Nel to die but she came back so... does that count ? idk

One thing for sure, he did a lot of awful thing he himself is ashamed of and once you beat the sheet out of him, he goes on redemption arc

Now one thing a lot of people wondered is : isn"t it a bit easy that Alear forgives him like this when he say stuff like that ?

Well, let's find out !

2- Rafal's way of speech.

Ok, so there's something important about this guy when we speaks of transalation. The localization tended to make him seems more arrogant in the eng compared to the jpn version because the jpn version can use prounons to convey Rafal's arrogance whereas the eng version has to rely on a choice of words rather snobbish in order to make him seem haughty. You probably had noticed that Y.Chang switches between two tones to signify that he is Nil or Rafal. Well, Takuya Eguchi does the same, but he also swtiches prounons. I really wished I could share the audio of the JPN dub but tumblr won't let me so I'll just link two video so you can compare how he speaks differently when he is Nil and when is Rafal.

When Rafal speaks as Nil, he uses boku/僕 i kanji form to showcase it's an adult man speaking as opposed to young boys who either uses katakana or hiragana, which is Nil's case when we see the recollections flashbacks as he speaks entirely in hiragana. Boku is considered to be a masculine way of saying I but is less informal or viritliy assertive as ore/俺 which is used by both Gregory and Griss, it is also considered to be a form used by character with a kind temparement so Rafal uses it whenever he speaks to impersonnates Nil due to wanting to fit with Nil's kind nature.

However, when Rafal speaks as himself, he uses ware/我 which is a peculiar case when speaking of japanese pronouns. It's an archaic form of refering to one self since it's more common in old japanese and it's use is more literary if anything, but to be fair, japanses in anime and video games and sons is drastically different then japanese spoken in real life. Regardless, it's a form that is often used by character who consider themselves important due to either being 1 000 year old or having the statuts of a royalitie or a kami. Rafal being a proud character, there is nothing surprising as him using prounons that makes him looks arrogant. However... guess what ? Sombron uses the same prounons as Rafal. Yep.

And that's not all. If you compare Rafal's way of speaking using a lot of "zo" and "ga", to Sombron's, you'll realize that Rafal speaks the exact same way as Sombron. The way someone speaks is a reflection of his own mind and apprehension of the world. When i said : "when HE IS ALLOWED TO BE HIMSELF" I am refering to the fact that in the whole Fell Xenologue he plays 2 role, and his speech reflects that. During the great portion of the Fell Xenologue plot he pretends to be Nil like he did for 1 000 years. But he also wasn't being himself during the second part and begining of the DLC since he was possesed/cursed (literaly this time) and because of this... he really does speak like Sombron

Doesn't that remind you of someone ? And while Sombron and Xenobron are different person and that they might have different objective, they still speak in a similar manner hence there is nothing surprising as Rafal saying things that are similar to our Sombron even if he isn't his actual dad but just the alternate version (please bear with me ? ik that the Fell Xenologue's plot is downright stopid but hey). Rafal is definitely emulating his father and in the game, it is portrayed as being due to Sombron's curse.

In the game during those scenes, he has the animation showing him bowing, like for when Veyle switched her personailty.

Alright, not to be that "JPN dub is superior to ENG dub" person because 1) it's false, 3H and Engage gave us impressive VA and Y.Chang is doing an amazing job but.... can we talk about how in this scene Takuya Eguchi looks like he is at the verge of his life ? I am serious, his acting makes Rafal's possesion sounds even more obvious then in the JPN dub . Not to mention, that the localization sorta missed the point because in the jpn he says "My chest hurts, always, always !!"

Yep you guessed it, that's why his chest hurts.

The fact that he speaks like Sombron, bore HIS wishes rather then his own, that even the dragon form he had looked quite similar to that of Sombron as opposed as his regular Fell Dragon form more alike to Nel shows that he is indeed under Sombron's influence, even more then the simple case of possesion

3- Possesion as a metaphor

Look, I am not saying that Fe is the kind of series where I expect the writer to use "possesion" as a symbolic device rather then a way to explain why they force a traumatized kid to be a forced antagonist and other then an obvious trope beloved by Kaga except instead of another damsel in distress, it's a pretty boi. (#RafalistheLyonarchetypeofEngage) However with the elements I mentionned earlier, it's obvious that the Sombron's spell goes along to show how a victim of parental abuse can be robbed of their agency and ends up interiozing and emphazing with their abusers, and in the case of Rafal, he is like Veyle since his long lasting abuse, inferiority complex, self validation issues and lack of love lead him to feel alone. Must I remind you that once he lost his twin he was all alone for a long time in an environnement consistuting in Fell children comploting against one another, making him an easy prey and he like Nil was traited as a failure except that Nil followed pretty much the same thing as Alcryst that is to say that his belief in being weak, he accepted it as truth and was rather self depricating, whereas Rafal never wanted to accept it and as a result, sought to prove his worth in return for a proof of acknowledgment. Like I mentionned in my Zephia dive about Sombron sharing his definition of family was like a "curse" that sealed Zephia's fate, Sombron telling Rafal how he would be a suitable heir for him was the curse as it was the proof of worth, the acknowledgement he was desesperately seeking for and even Nel's love wasn't enough because ...

4- Rafal has identity crisis and syndrome of the imposter

Must I remind you that Nil died when he was a CHILD. This means Rafal had to see his brother and only friend died when he was CHILD but that he accepted to remplace him as a CHILD. He cast away his identity when he was still a CHILD. He accepted to be someone he wasn't when he was a CHILD. Do I keep going on or is it clear ? If you recall, he said "I made belived I was the one who died that day, I was in a way". And why ? 1000 of acting as someone you aren't, this might make you ask thousand of existential question; and this happening at the time he was still a kid, a person in a process of building his identity. But that's only the tip of the iceberg, really. The real problem, the reason why he couldn't accept Nel's love is RIGHT THERE

The reason why Rafal cherished and hate his time at Lythos at the same time is so obvious. The reason why he feel like Nel's love isn't for him is also obvious. Because he isn't Nil. Sure, he is Nel's half sibling, but he isn't her twin brother, her one true half, the one she cherished and wished to protect, the one for whom she betrayed her own Father even though it may have ended her life. All she did, was out of love but nor for him as Rafal but for Nil, her dead brother. And even though Rafal promised Nil to protect Nel and made her happy and even then wished for her happines since he came to think of her as her true neesan, he can't help but feel guilty because "It should be Nil not me who has that" is exactly what he means by "that treasure is a stolen one" even if it was Nil's dying wish. His inner self hatred, validation issue and so on and so on cannot make him feel like he deserves Nel's love since it's directed to someone else. He knows that when Nel looks at him, she doesn't see Rafal, but Nil. She doesn't see him as who he is and he doesn't have the right to be himself, not for Nil's sake, he can't be loved for he is because he has to pretend to be someone else. Which hurts even more as Nel, the person he love most doesn't acknowledge his existence since she think he is Nil. So of course, even with Nel to protect him and love him, in truth, he never felt more alone because he felt like she never saw him, which made him even more vulnerable to Sombron's machination and worsen his wanting to prove his worth. Because (yes I know it's not Xenobron, it's our Sombron but point still stand)

If you remember what I said commenting it, our Sombron knew that his children were feared and hated and entirely dependent of him. The situation in XenElyos being not so different (*cough, cough, the Firenalt sibling and other clearly having hostility to the Fell twins cough*) with whatsmore siblings hating each other and ready to stab each other's back and him feeling even more inferior due to knowing he will never be loved like Nil is and that each of Nel's gesture are actually directed at Nil made him even more dependent of his abuser. What'smore, remember Wounded Pride ? His personal skill ? Well, remember that even if he had this skill only when he was pretending to be Nil... it still representative of Rafal as a whole since his own pride got wonded many times. And this is because of this that he was under Sombron's influence on two level 1) the possesion spell 2) his emulation of Sombron. It's also quite the deal that the word Sombron told him as he was casting this spell on his chest makes it happen at the same moment, hence renforcing the impression that the possesion is here to show that it's not only because of the spell he is under Sombron's influence, but also because of all he's been through, Sombron's shadow still soar over him and the possession spells can hence be seen on a double level. He almost BECOME Sombron, having the same wish, same speech, same freaking dragon appearance. Even if he still had some of his agency and that unlike Veyle he doesn't got "what happened o - o ?" once the spell is broken, he was still essentially under Sombron's influence

5- Nel's breaking the spell on 2 level

Alright, if you recall to break the spell Nel had to break her own dragonstone which can only break because... she dies.

Ok now, remember all that I said about Rafal wanting someone to acknowledge his existence and all i said about how he gave up on Nel being this person. Well, Nel's sacrifice broke the spell AND on a second level definitely freed Rafal from Sombron's influence because this was literaly the biggest act that one could do for him. What's more Nel revealing that she always knew his real identity (andthusmakingeverythingthathappenedfallflatsaidshewithrepressedanger) made Rafal realized that all of Nel's kind gesture towards him were really genuinely for HIM and not directed at a Nil whose sister and identity he stole according to him, that Nel was seeing him and acknowledge his existence, that she always returned the love he gave her. All of this was enough to make Rafal realized he don't need Sombron cause remember what he said when he lost ? "If i can't carry out father's ambitions, I am useless". What's more;... he always had suicidal tendencies

He wanted Nel, the person he loves most, his sister to end his life. In truth, what he truly wanted was Nel's love but he still felt like he didn't deserved it because he is an impostor, he stole Nil's sister, he stole what belong to him etc.

That's the face he made as he though Nel was going to kill him. FREAKING SMILING. Dear God.

But Nel dying to free him from Sombron's influence made him realized he was indeed loved (Nelisbestgirldon't@ me); This made him come back to his sense when he could have gone as far has literaly becoming his dad and like I mentionned we saw him as both Nil and Evil Nil/Sombron 3.0 hence the actual reason why the DLC failed his characterization (unti the snap moment) is because he wasn't being himself in literaly all sense until Nel's stabbed herself, until he snapped. I mean remember whe first saw him as Nil, then as whatever creepy face he made in the nigthmare that is map 5 and even as he spoke to Nel we don't see his actual face, he is shown from behind, eyes closed, and then the spells begin to strike back until Alear pops up and we see his damaged face

Part 2 to see more

[mysticlibraryhushbats]

So! Mutant Mayhem is finally here and I took the day off work to go to the first showing this morning like a weirdo! I just wanted to share my initial thoughts on the movie now that I'm fresh out and haven't unblocked the Mutant Mayhem tag to see what others have been saying.

(Most of these come down to personal preference so, if you read something you don't like, don't come for me!)

First things first, the turtles!!! I love, love, LOVE them!!! This is honestly the first time I've had difficulty picking a fav. They were the highlight of the movie for me.

I don't think I've ever said this about Leo, but OMG he was adorable!! Such a good boi! I'm glad they cut that whole 'holier than thou' attitude he often gets lumped with. He was just out here doing his best and trying to have fun along the way.

Raph is my son. I have adopted him.

Donnie is hands down the cutest Donnie ever to exist. 2003 Donnie is still my fav, but I can have two, right?

I have to say that of the four, Mikey was the biggest surprise for me. And in the best way possible! I much prefer when he's not singled out as the stupid one acting dumb or the "funny" one. Sorry to any Mikey fans out there but I find most iterations of Mikey to be insufferable, and there're only three I actually genuinely like (including this one)! I like that he's on equal footing with his brothers. They are all dumb and funny together, and Mikey isn't fighting for their attention.

I was also super happy to see that no one turtle had the spotlight. They were very much a unit.

Return of the batman voice, this time ft. Leo!

The turtle tots were cute little chicken nuggets!! Really makes me want to get back into writing turtle tot fics!

This Splinter was really leaning into the stressed single father side of Splinter's persona more so than any other version. I'm here for it! He still kicked ass!

Another teen April. I'd prefer an older April that looks out for the turtles like an older sister tbh. I miss those days. But still, she was a great April all things considered!!

I could have done without the Leo/April stuff. I get that as teenagers they're going to have crushes, but any Turtle x April ship gives me the ick.

On that note, is Raph the only turtle to not have a significant crush on April in the whole franchise?!

The other mutants were enjoyable. None of them really stood out to me personally. Though, every Ray Fillet scene had me creased thinking about Postie in the recording booth. I'm glad that in the end they all sided with the turtles and they have a nice little found family going.

Splinter and his girlfriend!! 😂 It's about time!

WTF happened to Splinter that had him so concerned about them being milked. I mean, he was right in the end but, who hurt you child?

The animation style took a little getting used to but I thought it was very creative and interesting. The random shots from "real-life" like Ferris Bueller and the Chris' were a bit jarring, but funny nonetheless.

The whole "No Diggity" montage...*chef kiss* The 4 Non Blondes part was hilarious too!

I loved all the pop-culture references, but I think maybe it was a little excessive? I would have preferred if they left those primarily for the turtles. Instead, every character was a pop-culture connoisseur trying to out do the other characters.

Related to that point, I'm in Japan, so I felt bad for the non-English speaking Japanese watching this movie because there's only so much you can do with subtitles. 90% of the pop-culture references would go over the average viewers' head here, and yet, most of the comedy was contingent on these references. No one laughed. No one. (tbf, that's common in theaters in Japan regardless of how funny something is, but even so, I can't imagine it being very humorous to a non-English speaking adult here.) I might try the dubbed version just to compare. There's more freedom in dubbing but I can't see it being too much better.

That's all I got for now! I'm sure I forgot to mention a bunch of stuff. I will be going to see the movie again next week, and I'll probably have more to add after a second watch. But for now, I really enjoyed it. As a fan of the darker versions of the TMNT, I know I'm not the target audience for these things anymore. Coming to that realization today was a depressing thought. I had a great time watching for sure and I'm excited to have a lot of new fans joining the fandom!

I'm not sure if this movie cracks the top 5 of my favorite turtles but it's up there for sure. I give it a solid 7/10.

[rookie-critic]

RRR (2022, dir. S. S. Rajamouli) - review by Rookie-Critic

I honestly don't really want to say anything about this movie other than it is one of the most entertaining roller coasters of a film I have ever had the absolute pleasure of watching. I honestly think you should go into this as blind as physically possible, but for the sake of the review I will write some things out and try to keep it all spoiler-free.

I've never really been interested in Tollywood (Telugu cinema) or Bollywood (Hindi cinema) films before, mostly out of a place of ignorance; they just never really seemed like "my thing," or at least that's what I always told myself. I have watched a few before and I've liked them. They're generally very fun, absolutely buckwild movies that are wholly unique to that part of the world, and even before watching RRR I always thought there was something very admirable in that. I had heard about this and remember when it dropped on Netflix back in May, I remember the internet being completely taken over by talk of how amazing this film is. It was 100% on my radar, and I still didn't make it a priority watch, and for that I feel absolutely ashamed. I am going to write this next statement with the full knowledge and awareness that I am completely out of my element with this genre and have absolutely no expertise to speak on it at all, but this has the be the absolute pinnacle of this style. Not just director S. S. Rajamouli's magnum opus, but Tollywood's as a whole. I have never come out the other end of a film so unabashedly joyous at how much fun I had just had. This movie is not only as over-the-top and bombastic as you would expect a Tollywood blockbuster to be (in my opinion, it feels even more so than the few others I've seen), but it is also incredibly emotionally engaging, and Rajamouli has managed to somehow balance both of these aspects in perfect harmony. The emotionally-charged scenes don't feel silly, and the silly over-the-top action scenes seem completely self-aware, it's a perfect mix. There are musical numbers in the film, which normally is a turn off for me, but they're used to such great and entertaining effect while also moving the plot forward. There is one song in the movie that is, and I say this with 100% confidence, the most moving and powerful musical sequence I have ever seen in a film. I was slack-jawed and blown away by it. I would also like to point out that, in a year with so many overstuffed and overlong films (Babylon, Bardo, Avatar 2, Elvis, The Fabelmans, Triangle of Sadness. I could keep going, but I'll stop), RRR is a 182 minute film that, when it's over and the credits are rolling across the screen, you'll wish wasn't. I was fully entertained by every single solitary second of this movie, never once feeling anything even resembling boredom. I was utterly and deeply enthralled by all 3 hours and 2 minutes of RRR, and that's not something I can say for hardly any other movie that is over the 3-hour benchmark.

If I had to say anything, ANYTHING, negative about RRR, it's that, like most non-English language films that utilize English-speaking actors, the English-speaking actors aren't doing... the best job. However, most of them don't take up too much screen time, and part of me wonders if the actors' acting was actually bad, or if it was how they were directed to act. Another part of me also knows that that is just kind of part of the genre, and I'm not sure I want to even hold that against it. Then, even another part of me wonders if I would even have that opinion if the actors weren't speaking English. Regardless, in the grand scope of the film, this feels like an insane nitpick to have. RRR is purely fun and easily one of last year's best films. Watch it as soon as you have the opportunity to. I know I say that whenever I like something a lot, but seriously, set aside 3 hours as soon as you possibly can and watch RRR.

10/10

The Hindi dub of the film is currently streaming on Netflix.

I, personally, found a way watch the original Telugu audio version of the film, and that is how I would recommend viewing it if you can, but I'm sure the Hindi dub is fine, as well.

[temporalbystander]

Okay, here's a new one,

When I first saw How to Train your Dragon my fanfic creating brain shut down. Why? Because my dumb depressed ass thought dark powers were the best and if my dragonrider OC wasn't getting an all powerful nightfury, or at least something unique? Then I didn't want anything to do with it.

Later the tv show comes out but I was too busy to watch it and what I did see didn't grab me enough to warrant binging it online. Then the second movie came out and Toothless became even more badass and I got even more annoyed at the whole "not able to have a Nightfury" thing.

More time passed and I finally get the time to watch the show. I miss some early ones but then the later seasons give me ideas. "Never before seen dragons? One of a kind dragons? This is perfect!" I'd thought of creating a dragon before but with the Nightfury topping speed, shooting lighting and (though I didn't know it at the time) able to turn invisible? It kind of had all the powers I'd want for an OC dragon so I scrapped the idea. Then there's the second problem.

There are two types of OC's in my mind. The kind that exist to change the story and fix things (i.e My main OC's for Harry Potter, Naruto and Doctor Who.), And then there are the types who exist solely to vibe in universe. The ones that are basically background characters, sure they can offer advice or get the spotlight in certain original scenarios, but for all the big canon events they tend to sit back and let the story run its course. Faybon, Arthur and my pony OC Dusk Note are all examples of this type of OC where the challenge becomes "how do I make them important, and meaningful to the main characters, while still writing them out of the major plot points?" Since I liked how canon went just fine the Dragon rider OC would need to be this second type.

With Faybon I relied on Bunnyx to keep him out of the way, Arthur had the feud with Sky that basically forced him out of the majority of the plot (much different from my first draft which involved him unlocking a magic of his own and studying with the girls... Guess which hormonal stage made that decision.) Dusk was the most difficult as he was created while I was at my lowest and had one of the darker backstories Ive written. This, unfortunately, resulted in him relying on the mane 6 too heavily and thus I needed to think up why he couldn't get involved in adventures as much as he otherwise should have.

So I was stuck. How do I keep a character that is Hiccup's age, in a society where dragons basically become pets, from being involved in dragon riding until they reach the point where new dragons become a possibility? As I am not that creative, but loathe the simple solutions, I had given up again. Then I caught the earlier episodes and one in particular gave me an idea that not only created the OC but the dragon AND gave a legitimate reason for why he wasn't involved.

The episode in question? The one where they argue who the best trainer is. It's Hiccup by the way, they argue that it's not fair because he has Toothless but that's just copium. Everything they know about training they learned from him, the reason they can ride is because of him, the reason Berk is in peace is because of him. Sure fishlegs may have the dragon book memorised but Hiccup rewrote the damn thing and added a sequel. Not to mention the fact he managed to catch a Nightfury in the first place puts him at the top of the dragon hunting class anyway. Hell the "weak spot" Astrid used on Stormfly when the dragons went wild from ticks? That she promised not to tell anyone about? Was discovered by Hiccup, on Toothless, and used by him on Stormfly in the first movie. The only edge any of them have is experience with their own dragon.

Anyway I got off topic. After the episode they all return to the dragon pens, still arguing about who the best trainer is, when OC enters, henceforth dubbed MistWheeze, and says what I just did. Then this whole scene plays out and... You know what? Maybe I'd be better of just writing it out for you... After I get a couple more hours sleep.