#you got +2000 aura points for this ask

[meo-eiru]

guess what, Silas gets you +1000 aura Extra +3000 aura for being such a great writer + artist

Me as soon as I created Silas

[empty-dream]

Ngl from the moment I first saw her till now, I've always thought that Archetype: Earth from the late 2000s Melty Blood is one if not THE most beatiful and dangerous character Nasuverse ever produced. Hell, she (along with Arcueid) is the first one I'd think of when asked who is the most beautiful blond character ever. I don't know how to articulate it better, but everything about her exudes "inhumane beauty."

There is this dispassionate yet cruel royal aura around her. Big puffy ballgown that's screaming "princess." Feet-length hair that follows the rule of thumb: "The longer the hair is, the stronger the character is." Her slitted vampire eyes are also obvious culprit, but it's not just because of them. Nasuverse vampires and some other species have those same eyes, but hers is just different. I think it has to do with her expressions. Like if you get crushed in front of her, she would just walk away without even blinking or sneer because she is the one who crush you. It's like she's far removed from mortals, with the dignity and cruelty of a higher being. Which she actually is.

And for me it's something that's never been produced again. Not even when Takeuchi has evolved in terms of drawing and coloring skills. It's just one of a kind. Which leads to this thought below.

Tbh idk if this is a hot take and idc either way. Ever since her remake version came out, I've never felt as moved with the new design. (Idk which came first, FGO or Tsukihime Remake artwork.) Like, yes the art is still so gorgeous but some things felt off and I didn't know what exactly those are. And it kinda bugged me from the back of my mind for months. So after awhile I tried to decipher the answer myself.

Let's put aside the Saberface syndrome Takeuchi lately has because that's obvious reason from the get go.

Both have the same puffy white-blue ballgown with golden accent. But the Melty Blood version lacks ornaments like chockers, ribbons and tassels—accessories that royalty would wear. It's as if the Melty Blood version just throws the gown on without second thoughts. I've always considered Archetype Earth as both a supernatural regal big shot and a wild natural phenomenon, so the fact that she dresses like a princess in a pretty simple way enhances that image.

Personaly I like the Remake's blue shade better, but I can't help but be more familiar with the original one lol.

I guess the ankle-length dress is also a notable point. I know the actual combat sprite in Melty Blood has floor-length, and the picture above is her using her power so the hem gets elevated from the wind or something. But I still find the ankle-length to be weirdly unique because most of the time I see this type of ballgown reaching the ground like in the new design. That it somehow shows the heels and ankles just kinda fits the whole "this is not a normal human princess" thing going on.

Hairstyle. From the look of it, it seems the remake version is very emphasized as short hair with longer hair underneath, like Jeanne's. In fact I do dub it as THE Jeanne hair. The thing is, while Jeanne is feminine and dignified, she is noted to be tomboyish back in the day and did went to war leading men. So the combination works. All I'm saying is, that hairstyle has the feminine-yet-tomboyish combination vibe for me. That is not the kind of characterization I get from Archetype: Earth.

I much prefer the original one, just make it fully long behind the sidebangs. It's a bit vague but even if the original is actually short hair with longer hair, it is far less pronounced.

Note that I actually haven't read or got majorly exposed to the Tsukihime remake, so I don't know if there is already an explanation or characterization change for her in Tsukihime. Things I get are from FGO and since I think FGO kind of expands her characterization more, I can let it slide with its design choices. When it comes down to it, I just have my own taste and interpretation as well.

[c1tyhaunts]

—OC DETAILS MEME ;; @shivasdarknight: 🎶💯 for all of your girls .o.

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often? (also asked by @bornfornothin!) 💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know. this post already got super long so some of it will go under the cut

Terrah

🎶MUSIC TASTES— She's the kind of woman to end her day with her record player, spinning vinyls until the wee hours of the evening to bedtime. While she's sketching out new machine designs or writing up new reports, she's listening to music. I'd say in a given day, she's spending 60% of it listening to music. Favorite Sound Profiles: Sensual, Rhythmic, Solid Vocals Favorite Genres: R&B (70-2010s), Hip-Hop (70-90s), Country (70s-80s) Music on her "Liked Playlist": ✦ Tennessee Whiskey - Chris Stapleton ✦ Fast Car - Tracy Chapman ✦ Me & Mrs. Jones - Billy Paul ✦ You Dropped a Bomb on Me - The Gap Band ✦ I'm Every Woman - Chaka Khan

💯RANDOM FACTS ✦ As I mentioned in a previous post, Terrah is terrifyingly good at putting apart, fixing, & destroying anything mechanical. This is primarily for equipment that she can get her hands on, and more for those with explicit mechanical components like in a car or fridge. ✦ Because of her deft hands, when she was still in college, she started a side hustle fixing other people's cars or computers. From the circuit board to the full system, she found a solution to the problem and charged a hefty amount. ✦ On the flip side of this, she's not computer savvy. She's not a programmer or even on social media that much. She's good with the CAD programs & analytical tools she has to use for work, but anything IT-related? Ask someone else because she won't be the woman to figure that out.

Lilah

🎶MUSIC TASTES— Funnily enough, I don't think Lilah actually listens to music that often, as she's more likely to consume a podcast or watch a TV show over listening to a song. She does occasionally put on music while she's writing. She much prefers going to a live concert. On a given day, Lilah is probably spending 30% of that day listening to music. Favorite Sound Profiles: Angry, Boisterous, Genre-Bending Favorite Genres: Pop (2000-2010s), Indie (2000-2020s), Rock (90s-2020s), Lo-Fi/Instrumental (2000-2020) Music on her "Liked Playlist": ✦ Girlfriend - hemlock springs ✦ Good 4 You - Olivia Rodrigo ✦ Cobra - Megan Thee Stallion ✦ Bitter - FLETCHER ✦ Phonies - Dorian Electra

💯RANDOM FACTS ✦ Due to growing up in a small town that was hyper-fixated on her appearance & mere existence, Lilah occasionally has anxiety attacks if she feels like a lot of eyes are on her. She doesn't like to be stared at by strangers, and if there's a creeping feeling that she's being followed, it will trigger a panic attack. Ironic, given her dream profession. ✦ After she got herself established in her career, Lilah is just prone to taking spontaneous road trips to herself - only taking her sachel, money, a book, and an idea. She would then take that as a 2-week sabbatical where she'd write up a new novel in that timespan and bring it back to the world. ✦ All of Lilah's novels are short reads (~60-70K words a piece), and they all explore aspects of her understanding of life & love. She's self-published, normally posting her books under her pseudonym. All of the books tell her story at different intervals, and if someone knew her, they could read it and know that these "fictional, coming of age" stories were about her.

Avian

🎶MUSIC TASTES— Although melancholy seems to follow Avian's aura, her music speaks differently to that. While she's working the night shift, she has her headphones ringing more upbeat, optimistic music. While her tastes are varied, they do lean more towards older tunes and music that touch on some gospel with strong vocals. These are also tunes that Avian's dancing through during the night as she's organizing medication. In a day, about 70% of Avian's time is spent listening to music. Favorite Sound Profiles: Soulful, Strong Instrumentals, Old School Favorite Genres: R&B (60-90s), Blues (50-70s), Folk (50-80s), Jazz (40s-2010s), Gospel (90s-2010s) Music on her "Liked Playlist": ✦ FREEDOM - Jon Baptise ✦ My Way - Aloe Blacc ✦ Easy Living - Billie Holiday ✦ Into Each Life, Some Rain Must Fall - Ella Fitzgerald, The Ink Spots ✦ Hound Dog - Big Mama Thorton

💯RANDOM FACTS ✦ Avian is classically trained in ballroom dancing thanks to her dad - it was one of the few activities he got her into so she didn't become a complete shut-in. Specifically, Avian can swing dance, waltz, and foxtrot. Avian enjoyed the dancing part but did not enjoy the part with her weird partners hitting on her afterward. ✦ Avian is "technically" religious but in a spiritual way. James never forced her to go to church with him but did guide her to learn how to use religion that best suited her & her lifestyle. She didn't buy into religion much until her father passed away, and so she leans into spirituality as a way to keep herself sane. I wouldn't consider her a bible humper, but Avian does wear a cross of Christ as her own grounding point. ✦ Because of her previous dance experience, Avian is a lot more quick-witted than a lot of people give her credit for. This was shown once when she got to step in for an intramural sport in high school. Her friend pushed her to play softball for a game against another school and Avian killed it. It was the one time a group was begging Avian to stay on the softball team but she said no because Avian didn't like sports.

Elvira

🎶MUSIC TASTES— Elvira rarely listens to music, and if she does, it's typically in between flights or trains she's on as she's traveling. She doesn't dislike music, per se, but she's one of the few people who rather sit with her own thoughts than let them be flooded by music. She's a very passive listener, and she may put it on in the background if she's cleaning or cooking, but again, she may prioritize listening to the news or putting a TV show on. Most music to Ivy is supposed to be played at a party, anyway. About 20% of her day is spent listening to music. Favorite Sound Profiles: Boisterious, Goofy, Rhythm Over Lyrics Favorite Genres: Rap/Hip Hop (80-2020s), Reggae/Soca (90-2000s) Music on her "Liked Playlist": ✦ Rock, Paper, Strippers - Teezo Touchdown ✦ Fye Fye - Tobe Nwigwe ✦ Murder She Wrote - Chaka Demus & Pliers ✦ So Special - Mavado ✦ Here Comes Trouble - Chronixx

💯RANDOM FACTS ✦ A lot of Ivy's current black/gothic style was inspired by her mother; Ivy grew up looking over the old Polaroids of her mother and her long black locs & black lipstick idolizing how powerful she looked in those old pictures. Because of this, that has influenced a lot of Ivy's current wardrobe. She actually locs her own hair in honor of her mother. ✦ Ivy transitioned early thanks to her mother's support. After Ivy's father left their lives, her mother took pride in her child's choice and assisted in giving Ivy the life she wanted. This required Ivy to transfer schools so she could start with a clean slate, but by the time Ivy was 13, she could start living her true self. ✦ Ivy has been arrested a handful of times, but never charged. This was mostly throughout her young adulthood, as she was often the one stepping into fights to break them up to protect other people. She has gotten lucky that her connections ran deep with good people to avoid the actual time, but the old Manchester police department likely knows Ivy by name, and they're waiting on the day she falls back to rock bottom.

[nomimits7]

~ Happy ~ | 3

Title: Happy

Pairing: Yoongi x OT6

Warnings: Manipulation. Gaslighting. Violence? Guns. rich people have no laws. It's kind of noncon, but not that sexual? Panic attack! If I missed something, let me know

Summary: In a world where Auras can be seen, Yoongi lives a peaceful life as a broke, young adult. He attends Uni just so he can get into an internship to escape his current life. What he doesn't know is that six others are looking for him. They want him. They need him and they will have him. Forming a rainbow would give them all the power they could dream of.

“Yellows are vivid, luminous colors that usually radiate warmth and energy. Yellows and Oranges are usually very close. They share a lot of the same traits, but there are some significant differences. Yellows are seen as cheerful, happy, and optimistic. 

Even in the early 2000s, the color yellow was associated with joy, intelligence, and abundance. In the old ancient world,(Destroyed history)  yellow was the color associated with deities of knowledge and learning. Some cultures back in the day even associated the color with fertility. 

Yellows can stimulate the nervous system and activate memory. Yellows are usually great at getting people to talk and open up to them. This is seen as one of their many gifts. They are very smart individuals and they often make others feel safe around them” Professor Choi stated as he displayed a slide filled with many varieties of yellow auras. 

“Professor? Doesn’t that just create a false sense of security? Isn’t that dangerous?” A female student asked as the professor side-eyed her. He was clearly not in the mood to discuss the bad sides of the many auras. The professor even scanned the crowd of students for Jungkook. Yoongi would even go as far as to say he was relieved when the other didn’t show up to class. 

“Well, yes. It is said that in the earlier days, most people were very cautious around yellow auras. Especially the very bright ones, but it has been proven to be unnecessary. The brighter the yellow aura, the safer the person. Some dramatic people out there have claimed to feel visually fatigued if they stared too long at a Yellow, but you would get the exact same feeling if you stare at a lightbulb too long” Professor Choi said. 

“Professor. I know you don’t like talking about it, but what were the false facts about yellows? I know they were one of the many colors that came into question before the whole ‘Greens are dangerous’ time” Another student cautiously asked. This only made the professor sigh. He was reluctant, which is understood. No one wants a repeat of that time. 

“Well, if you must know, I will tell you. But, believe me, these facts are not true and never were” Professor Choi said as he took one big breath before he continued. “Yellows were believed to be egotistic people. Many believed this because of how easily people got along with Yellows. Many believed it was all a lie and that Yellows were manipulating everyone around them. Most people associated Yellows with betrayal. They were very much convinced at one point that Yellows were going to fall into madness and take over the entire system. To see if this were true, Yellows were closely observed but not one showed any signs of madness or egoism. That’s why they escaped the elimination period. Unlike Greens and Indigos, Yellows were lucky to live to see another day. If I am not mistaken, only ten Yellows total took part in the elimination.” 

To say Yoongi left the class with a sense of confusion and relief was an understatement. After Professor Choi finished his little speech, he gave an assignment on the light colors due in a week and ended the class earlier, again. Yoongi was convinced this class was taking more energy out of the professor than he expected. 

Getting out of class early meant that he could meet up with Hoseok earlier. He quickly got his phone out to ask him for the building name and to let him know that he was on his way. The younger has already been there since earlier. Unfortunately, Jungkook was there with him, if the selfie he got was anything to go by, but after this particular class, it made more sense why they seemed to spend so much time together. Jungkook was an Orange and Hoseok was a Yellow. They are practically the same. One is just happy and the other is scary as hell. 

Hoseok sent him a thumbs up along with a location. It was quite far and Yoongi would have to go by subway. He didn’t have enough cash for a taxi. Yoongi sighed as he pocketed his phone. The quicker he got to the nearest entrance, the quicker it would be over.

*** 

Yoongi hated crowds. Hate was a strong word but it did little to define just how much Yoongi despised being in a crowded area. The train he took to get to the company where he would meet Hoseok was crowded. Not unbreathable, but enough for Yoongi to have to remind himself to stay calm and just breathe. 

He could still move if he needed to, but he could also feel the heat radiating off the people next to him. The train was a horrible place once it was full. All the aura colors would blend together to create what looked like a child's artwork. Different paints splattered on a piece of paper that was supposed to be a dog or a cat. 

Some colors would create beautiful colors, but in a crowded area such as a busy train, it just created an overstimulating environment. Maybe that was why most people looked down on trains. A desperate effort to avoid an assault on your eyes. 

Perhaps that was the reason no one saw it coming. Perhaps everyone was just so busy trying to survive a train ride that no one saw the people get on the train with guns. All Yoongi knew was that one moment he was standing close to a door waiting for his stop and the next it was chaos. 

People tried to get away once the first shots were fired, but unlike in the movies, there’s nowhere to run to when you're trapped in a moving box. From an outside perspective, it looked much like a herd of sheep trapped in a box with three very hungry wolves and no way out. People lose their minds and forget all about the innocent person next to them. In the chaos, a mother was hiding behind her stroller with her baby still in the stroller. Barbaric and selfish. 

Yoongi’s anxiety was having a field day with the new development. He could feel how his throat was starting to close up. The noises were slowly fading out until only his panic remained. His heart was slowly making its way up his throat as he choked back a desperate sob. 

Yoongi closed his eyes as he slid down the door towards the floor. He tried to make himself as small as possible. There was nowhere he could go. He wasn’t safe. He should never have believed his life was finally becoming normal with possible friends and opportunities. He had such a good few days and now he would die on a fucking train. A metal box moving at an obnoxiously fast speed that would only stop when it was far too late to save anyone.

A broad body shielded the light as Yoongi felt an arm around his back. The hand that made its way to his head slowly stroked his hair as a soft voice murmured reassurances. Yoongi was being cradled against a strong broad chest of a stranger. Yoongi could not look up. He physically didn’t possess the strength to lift his head. 

“Shh, It’s okay. I’ve got you, breathe. Follow my breathing. In two three, and out there we go” The voice said as Yoongi tried to follow along. The soft blueness of the stranger's aura seemed to pulse with each breath Yoongi took, which helped him to calm down a bit. Just as he got his breathing under control a new round of gunshots went off. Yoongi felt how the stranger tensed under him. Yet, the stranger only grabbed his head and made direct eye contact. 

“Look at me. There we go. Just keep those beautiful eyes on me. You’re safe with me. I’ve got you. They won’t touch you. I won’t allow it” Yoongi could only nod as he kept his eyes on the man. He was beautiful. Almost like a movie star type of beautiful. His eyes held nothing but concern alongside a galaxy of emotions Yoongi could get lost in. Yoongi could only see the stranger's eyes along with the pulsing blue aura. Everything else was background noise. 

The train came to an abrupt halt at the next station, but Yoongi barely noticed. It was like he was in some sort of trance. Before the doors could even open completely, police officers stormed in. It was a new type of chaos, but before Yoongi couldn’t even think of panicking, the stranger gathered him in his arms and made a quick escape out of the train car. 

Yoongi didn’t protest. He just wanted to get out of there and stay in the calming bubble he was just floating in. Maybe sleep for the next month or three. He was tired, he was always tired after he had a panic attack, but this was a different type of tired. It’s almost as if he was drained of all his energy. The stranger seemed to notice this as he carried Yoongi out of the station towards a car. 

“Where were you heading, clover?” The man asked as he took a seat in the back of the car with Yoongi still in his arms. Yoongi only mumbled out the name of the company as he got a bit more comfortable. The other only chuckled as he nodded towards the driver. 

“Close your eyes, clover. You had an exciting day. Your safe with me” The stranger said as Yoongi slowly drifted off to a deep sleep. In a strange car, sitting on a stranger's lap, going who knows where. 

***

Yoongi knew something felt off. He was way too comfortable where he was lying. Even if he was comfortable, he was moving somehow. Which in itself should have been alarming. Just as he was dozing off again, everything that happened, from the train ride to the shooting and the stranger who helped him, came rushing back to him. His so-called pillow felt off as it was moving. Almost like it was breathing. He jerked away from his ‘pillow’ once he realized that he was literally sleeping on a stranger's lap. 

Yoongi scrambled to get away from the lap and the stranger. He didn’t even look up at the stranger's face as he practically fell to the ground of what now appeared to be a car. The car came to a stop and Yoongi took this opportunity to get away. He threw open the door, mumbling a half-assed apology, and ran. He had no idea where he was or how far he would have to run to get to the studio he was supposed to be, but he couldn’t care less at this stage. Once he ran around a few corners, he stopped to see where he was. 

He soon realized he had no idea as nothing looked familiar. He didn’t know this part of the city at all. Had he been kidnapped by the stranger? The stranger that helped him to calm down with the galaxy eyes and soft blue aura? He wouldn’t have tried to take Yoongi, would he? Admittedly, Yoongi knew almost nothing about Blue’s so he had no idea if they were bad people or not. The stranger seemed so good, so kind. He saved Yoongi without even knowing who he was. Perhaps Yoongi was just overreacting. Maybe the stranger was taking him to the studio? Maybe he was taking him to a hospital or a bus station. 

The ringing of his phone brought him out of his internal monologue. Once he held it in his shaky hands, he could see that it was Hoseok that was calling him. Right. He was supposed to meet him for his project. A sense of relief washed over Yoongi as he answered the phone. 

“Hello?” 

“Yoongi? Are you okay? We just heard what happened on the one subway train! Please tell me you weren’t on that train. Where are you? Should we come and get you? Hello? Are you there?” Hoseok rambled was a mix of shouting and frantic word vomiting. 

‘I’m… I’m fine. I was on that train. In that specific train car to be exact. I- I don’t know where I am. Someone took me and I ran away. It’s- it’s a long story” Yoongi said. He wasn’t going to cry. He would do that when he had time to process the day, but he refused to show that much vulnerability to someone over the phone. 

“Stay where you are. I will come and get you, could you send me a location so I can find you better? I will even drag Jungkook along for extra protection. He’s already putting on his shoes. We’ll be there soon” Hoseok said. Yoongi could hear him rustle with something on the other side as he agreed and quickly sent them his current location. He just hoped he wasn’t too far away from the studio. 

It wasn’t too long until Yoongi heard running footsteps coming towards him. To his surprise, Jungkook was the one to reach him first. The younger had an expression of concern on his face as he grabbed Yoongi to quickly look for any visible injuries. Yoongi stood frozen as the younger mumbled about it not being safe to travel alone. 

Hoseok soon also reached them. He also had a very concerned expression as he too looked for any visible injuries, although he was a bit more subtle about it. Yoongi felt guilty for making them so concerned. He knew that they had no reason to worry about him. He was still a stranger, but he wouldn’t lie to himself and say he didn’t enjoy the attention. 

“You are never traveling by train again. I won’t allow that. I would much rather come and fetch you myself than hear on the fucking news that a gang fight happened on the subway. The subway I know you had to take to get here. I refuse to call your family to let them know that you got hurt or heaven forbid, died” Hoseok declared as he paced back and forth while Jungkook still tried to find any injuries on Yoongi. He kind of reminded Yoongi of a puppy. An angry puppy. 

“I’m okay. I promise. Could we please just go? I really want to get to work on the project. I am curious and it would help distract me from what happened. I’ll deal with it later” Yoongi pleaded. He was tired and he just wanted to not think for a few hours. 

“Right, yeah. Come, the company isn’t that far. Are you okay to walk or should Jungkook give you a ride on his back?” Hoseok asked as Jungkook finally seemed to have deemed Yonngi okay enough to stand on his own. 

“I- I can walk,” Yoongi said as he gave a tentative smile to a very offended-looking Jungkook. He had no idea why Jungkook was being so… weird. In the short time he has known the younger, Junkook has been a good example of what an asshole should be. This concerned side of him was something Yoongi had never dealt with. Gosh, they haven’t even established their friendship yet. Maybe the shooting gave the younger a reality check? Or Jungkook had multiple personalities and he does a dice roll every morning to see who he would be. 

Yoongi would go with the latter. The studio, as it turns out, was just a block away from where Yoongi had ended up. The walk was brisk and quick as the three of them made their way to a room on the third floor. 

Yoongi nearly cried. The studio was beautifully designed with an entire wall filled with monitors and every type of recording equipment a producer could dream of. Yoongi could feel his fingers start to itch. He immediately knew he was where he belonged. This is his dream. This is what he is working towards. 

Jungkook quickly disappeared on a quest to find drinks as Hoseok and Yoongi got to work. Hoseok was good. His demo for his final was good. It was almost perfect, but Yoongi could immediately hear why Hoseok asked for his assistance. Something was missing. Jungkook returned with some Soju and the three of them got lost in the world of music. 

A few hours passed, and Jungkook took over one of the monitors to play games as Hoseo and Yoongi worked. They have straightened out some of the core sounds and it looked like they were close to finally finishing the demo when Hoseok suggested a break. 

Yoongi took a seat on one of the couches. He was tired. His earlier encounter on the train had drained him enough to let him fall asleep on a stranger. Then he had another panic attack once he realized he was sleeping with a stranger. Working on the music helped, but Yoongi could feel a bone-deep exhaustion settling in his bones. 

Hoseok had prompted him to tell them what happened and that further tired Yoongi out. Hoseok kept a comforting hand on Yoongi’s thigh as Yoongi leaned back against the couch. He just wanted to close his eyes for a few seconds. The comforting pats from Hoseok and the events of the day were enough to lure Yoongi into a sense of security. Yoongi fell asleep as soon as his head felt the back of the couch, narrowly missing the knock on the door, or the very familiar voice asking if he was finally down.

Chapter 4

[cherry-velvet-skies]

It's time for more Beatle Era Ratings! (I fixed the title 😌)

Episode 3: Johnny Boy 🥰

Moon Dog (Pre-Beatles Era)

Teddy Boy John somehow looks older than when John was actually older

He gives the vibe of a teenage boy who dresses to look older in order to get into an adult rated movie lmao

Formed a band and felt like the coolest guy in the world (and you know what he unknowingly created one of the greatest bands in the world so he's allowed to feel that way)

6/10 because he looks great but the look is not really for me

Twist and Shout (1962-63)

And just like I thought, he looks younger here than the previous era

John Lennon if he were an android in Detroit Become Human

He looks so uncomfortable dressed like this PLEASE 😂 someone help him

4.5/10 and I know the second they walked off stage he would rip this jacket right off lmao

Cuddle Bug (1964-66)

One of John's best eras and that's a fact

He's so friend-shaped I'm gonna cry

This haircut suited him so well and gave him an all-around adorable vibe

100/10 and I have a personal vendetta against anyone who ever made him feel bad about his appearance 😤

Blue Meanie Defender 3000 (1967)

If you ever wanna know what the people in the late 60s who experimented with any drug they could find looked like, just picture this mf

Bro saw God at some point and God was a walrus apparently

But this was when he actually got glasses instead of just being fucking blind all the time so I guess that's good

7/10 although I can't tell if being around him when he's high would've been nonstop laughs or literal hell on earth

AnD nOw YoUr hOsTs fOr tHiS eVeNinG (1968-69)

An absolute gremlin of a man

But I mean if I was in his shoes I would just randomly scream for no reason too so I get it

If Get Back taught us anything it was that mans hardly showered

6.5/10 the vibes are hella confusing but not terrible. Sense of humor was off the charts though

Bigger Than Jesus (1970)

So far John's Jesus era was the fanciest

The fur coat and wool cap are giving Bratz doll

Speaking of Bratz dolls John would've loved early 2000s fashion I JUST KNOW IT

9/10 he would've worn Juicy tracksuits religiously and ate us all up

I Sleep Well, Thanks (1971-72)

Exhausted dude at his office job who just wants to go home and get high

You know what scratch that he shows up high and has the nerve to act surprised when he can barely function

Survives purely off of spite

6.5/10 he wants to cause problems on purpose

I Am the Egg Man (1973)

I'm not even sure I have the certification to comment on this

Seeing John almost bald feels sacrilegious

He looks like one of those unhinged yoga instructors

2/10 I am very uncomfortable with the energy we've created in the studio today

Freelance Artist (1974-77)

In his academia era

His aura feels like one of those people who you go to their apartment and it's full of giant canvases with art that deserves way more recognition

That Elvis pin is iconic

10/10 and this entire photoshoot is honestly so beautiful I wish I could've included all the photos

Sexy Valet Driver (1978-79)

I absolutely adore the tie and waistcoat combo

It gives me an immense level of gender envy, and John is not immune to that lol I wanna look the way he does in this photo so bad

He looks both cute and handsome but I can't decide which one tips the balance

20/10 if I saw him dressed like this I would definitely compliment him (and maybe ask him out if I was feeling brave 🤭)

Eccentrically Reserved Fashion Designer (1980-∞)

Are we gonna pretend that he didn't look absolutely GLORIOUS this year

I think I have to say this one is a dilf era because oh my god

I secretly think John would've been a great fashion designer idk he seems like he has the correct amount of insanity to pull it off

542/10 and it's a shame we never got to see how he would've evolved physically, and even personality-wise, as the years went on. I feel like he would've been a better person as he got older and I wish we would've gotten to see it 🥺💕

[thebindingofpillo]

Talk about your babygirl (Judas) more, a treat from me to you (~ uwu)~

Judas my babygirl the blorbo supreme, thank you for asking about him because I have SO MUCH to say about the man. I’ve already talked about him (at length) in a different post some time ago, and while it’s a bit old, most of it still kinda holds up. Anyway here’s even more stuff about him (AND A WARNING! MENTIONS OF SUICIDE BELOW!!) (this is gonna be very scattered too, I’m just gonna write stream-of-consciousness style)

Judas (or at least Judas in this current life) comes from a British family of middle-lower class. Both his parents died in a car accident when he was too young to really remember them, and he’s been living with his grandmother ever since. He’s always got a pretty terrible relationship with her. She was always the first to point out any flaws in him (perceived or otherwise) while being absolutely unbearable herself, never putting in the effort to ask for help while still expecting her grandson to drop everything and come to her every call and not speaking to him for days if he failed to do so. Suffice to say, they’re not really close as of right now.

Judas grew up an unbearable kid, considering basically everyone to be beneath him while at the same time being incredibly insecure. He found himself in middle school without a single friend, but he convinced himself that he didn’t need them anyway, so he buried his nose in every book he could find and patiently waited to school in general to be over. This is around the time he met Isaac and Magdalene, who apparently weren’t intimidated by his abrasive attitude and the three quickly became inseparable, with Judas even managing to grow up and not be a prick anymore. The trio stayed strong throughout highschool and college (when Azazel also came into the picture, but I’m not gonna delve into all of his relationships now). He’s currently working on his archeology degree, but kinda put his studies on hold to work so he could support Maggy’s writing. He’s a librarian.

Personality wise he’s… polite. Distant, even. He grew out of being a prick, but he still has a condescending aura about himself, like the whole world is bothering him on his lunch break. This is not true to his partners tho, who have first hand experience of the more chaotic and passionate sides of his personality. He’s also a pretty witty person, and oozes sarcasm from every pore, but doesn’t really like talking to people he doesn’t know, so only his close friends have seen him crack jokes and actually smile. With that being said, Judas would lay down his life for the people he loves, and the fact that in his first life on Earth he had a hand in the murder of his best friend eats at him immensely. So much so, that he usually cannot bear the guilt and usually ends his life before due time. Every single time. In the roughly 2000 years his soul has roamed the Earth, Judas has never reached old age. Belial is also a major factor in his suicides every time, and you can read more about him here bc this is getting long enough already lol.

Speaking of Belial, while not being overtly religious, Judas had a passing interest in the occult that kinda morphed into a quasi-hobby. He likes to collect weird artefacts, ancient tomes and the like, that he stashes in his studio, right next to his school books and dissertations. This interest of his actually meshes pretty well with his passion for ancient history, and he has written quite a few essays about the portrayal of demons, angles and God throughout the ages. He might have tried to use a Ouija board when he was a kid, but it never went beyond that. The only true dangerous artefact in his possession is the Book of Belial, a magical tome that seems to find its way to Judas every single life. He doesn’t even remember where he found it this time, maybe he’s always had it.

More stuff that I didn’t know where to put so you get it here lmao

He sounds incredibly posh when he talks. Dear old grandma thought his accent was too lower-class (and by extension, hers too, but she would never admit it) so she was quick to point it out every time he spoke and ridicule him. With time, she managed to beat it out of him, but his accent still comes out when he’s very stressed or angry. He hates it.

He is also freakishly strong, but as durable as a wet paper bag. He could easily punch a hole in a wall, but would shatter all of his bones in the process. Couple this with a sour attitude and a complete disregard for his own safety and safe to say he’s been in quite a few fights. He’s won some of them, even if he woke back up at the hospital a couple of times.

His hair loss is supernatural in nature, due to the influence of the BoB (and tied to his body being weaker and more fragile that a normal person’s). His hair started to fall out around highschoo, but it’s not a case of simple alopecia like Isaac’s, Judas is completely hairless, doesn’t even have eyelashes.

Cannot stand to have anything around his neck. He even stopped buttoning his shirts all the way up because it was too uncomfortable. Just the lightest touch on the neck is enough to trigger horrible flashbacks and send him into panic

Despite knowing both God and Jesus exist (and the devil too) he considers himself more of an agnostic. For him, knowing God exists and having faith are two completely separate things. This goes the other way too, he doesn’t really believe in Satan either. And if Azazel is to be believed, the guy sucks and isn’t really worth praise anyway.

Tea is also one of his interests. He could talk for hours about the right temperature for brewing and the like, and has to be physically stopped from filling the cupboard with nothing but tea.

Isaac is his best friend, he loves him like a brother. Seeing how things are going with Magdalene, they might even become brothers-in-law too.

Speaking of Maggy, the two of them started dating after highschool and are still going strong. They seem to gravitate towards eachother in every single life. Judas is convinced it’s because they lived in the same period, Maggy prefers to think it’s destiny and stuff like that.

[dojae-huh]

To the anon, I just wanted to add something, idols aren't really the best singers. Most vocals mains aren't perfect, they're pop singers but I get what u mean that doyoung doesn't shine for you.

But u have to realise somethings are cultural and not idols fault, like for me Taeyong is the most beautiful and good-looking idol and that's very much coz for me culturally very sharp features are loved. He was the face I fell for in NCT from day one, jaehyuns vocals in without u made me a vocal line fan. But as I got into NCT in 2017 I fell for doyoungs vocals and his delivery. He's a perfect story telling singer, he can be you friend crying with u vocally and that makes him shine in vocal line in NCT or in all the rest of the K-pop scene. BTS has not one single proper singer but they're big at the moment, pop music is alot more abt how ppl take it not on music or vocals.

Btw sometimes companies realise this and make units focused 9f the idols strong points. Tvxq was the biggest band in late 2000s and when it broke, suddenly everyone fell for junsu and changmin, both were very talented but we're over shadowed by the older two members. Yunho was a better dancer then junsu and jaejoong has a more general friendly vocal (and stronger idol singer)

Doyoung has alot more Asian fans coz they love his self deprecating and ambitious side. He's worker bee and most Asians love it coz he becomes very relatable, same with looks we might not think he's good-looking but he's ambitious enough to research what looks good on him and what like ABT him and give them that.

He's not cute but gives cute coz his fans try to annoy him by asking for cute. Boss helped him build his sexy aura and that helped him change the way ppl saw him.

It's ok if he doesn't stand out for anon, coz he has the biggest fandoms where it matters, Ive never noticed jaemin or renjun in dream that doesn't mean that they both don't have the biggest fandoms in dream, other then markhyuck. SM created a group with 23 men so one of them becomes your bias, most ppl don't even care abt the rest of the NCT of they get content from their fav

Btw for me all pop singers are shit as I listen to these kind of vocals mostly...

https://youtu.be/7SDrjwtfKMk

Btw tvxq for reference,the Taeyong lookalike is jaejoong

https://youtu.be/XxBoZbX155A

Junsu solo

https://youtu.be/UslqIyPZsic

Link, Link2, Link3

Nouratan, the anon biases Doyoung but (wrongly) thinks he is unpopular,

Let's just remember that a singer and a vocalist are two different things. A singer can be a weak vocalist technically, but still be a great performer (tone of voice, emotion, attitude).

Pop-music is easy to digest and pop-singers are someone you can sing along to ("Touch" is not opera). In this era of overflow of information, when people don't often have it in them to focus on the music they listen to or are not emotionally ready to succumb to music, "weak" singers can bring as much joy as "strong" singers.

Oftentimes strong vocalists are too rich of a meal, too demanding of your attention and emotional involvement.

Speaking of 127. Even an ace like Taeyong wouldn't be able to survive on his own. He has the face, he has the stage presence and rap skills, but he was a shy Rookie afraid of a backlash during debut and he still needs a lot of emotional support from Doyoung and other members. NCT doesn't have members who didn't benefit from the group, who would be better off alone from the start (in Korean realities).

It applies to Doyoung as well. He might struggle (not enough singing for him and in genres he likes), but he gets experience that benefits him in the long run (NCT always pushes him out of his comfort zone).

[limoneads]

🎵 for sansa?

of course!! also yes thank you for actually asking me i'm- 💙🙏 in keeping with my promise, i'm going to create a sansa playlist that only makes sense to me and like, maybe one other person who gets the vision. but n e ways.

(I've Had) The Time Of My Life - Bill Medley, Jennifer Warnes. My brief explanation is that, in keeping with a modern AU in which Sansa is a twelve year old girl living in the Midwest, Dirty Dancing is THE escapist post-heartbreak comfort movie of choice. It probably exists in a chewed up DVD case one of their giant dogs got into. I can picture Cat putting it on one afternoon, pouring herself a lil' glass of rosé or smthn, and Sansa just walks over and plops herself on the couch, gets intensely scandalized, and then this movie cements itself as previously stated. I also have a horrible crack AU in which Sansa is Baby and Margaery is Patrick Swayze's character, Johnny. Joffrey would be the evil waiter guy, Cersei and Marg would still have insane beef bc Cersei is the hotel owner... it just fits so neatly in my mind.

Little Girl Blue - Janis Joplin. Two reasons. First of all, it fits with her being terrified and manipulated in Kings Landing. Second, I truly believe that Sansa, in the middle of her 80s pop divas (passed down genetically through Catelyn), her MOUNTAINS of Taylor Swift, her 2000s Y2K slay pop music, and her dads classic 70s rock music, Janis Joplin is a staple in her music listening library. She changed Sansas life. Sometimes a voice just knocks the wind from your chest and makes you have some floor time and that was Janis Joplins for Sansa. I don't make the rules.

my tears ricochet - Taylor Swift. This was tied directly with mirrorball, also by Taylor Swift. I chose my tears ricochet because I think it's the song Sansa would play while laying on her bed and having a good weep sesh. I think that the lines 'I can go anywhere I want, just not home' and 'even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me? Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you til my dying day' would send her into a fit of chest wracking sobs. I can't explain it, even. Just know this is a song so Sansa to me. The lyrics don't fit if you read over them, but it's less about the lyrics and more about the vibes and the aura. Also aren't songs meant for you to project on them? Especially if you're an eleven year old girl going through the worst pain in her life.

River - Joni Mitchell. Perfect Sansa song to me. It gives the cold, winter, Christmas, folksy energy of the North, with Joni Mitchell's voice? And the pure melancholy she can inject into this song? It's perfect. 'I wish I had a river I could skate away on'. Crying, sobbing, wailing even. It's so her it hurts. This explanation was short but I don't think it requires as much justification or explanation as my previous points.

Dancing Queen - ABBA. Also pretty self explanatory. Sansa is an ABBA and a Taylor Swift girlie, barely any explanation needed. The piano? Perfection. The 70s groove in the back? Perfect. Peak Sansa. See that girl, watch that scene, she has danced to this song and felt a personal connection to it at least once in her life and I can feel that in my bones. 10/10 song for a 10/10 girl. 

I was going to put some classic Britney Spears, but I was looking over some of the songs and all the ones I liked the most (my personal taste) were a little more sexual than I was comfortable with including in a playlist about an eleven year old girl?? So. I maintain that she'd do the quintessential hairbrush-as-microphone sleepover thing and jam out to Britney. I just didn't include it. 

[labyrinth-runner]

For sinful Sunday could you do obiwan x reader for #5 please? I can literally picture his smirk with that line!

SO THIS HAS BEEN SITTING SINCE JULY BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT

Tea Time

Warnings: This was a sinful sunday prompt so it's got smut.

Summary: When you and Master Kenobi get sent on a respite together, things get steamy.

Word count: ~2000

You’d been sent to the middle of nowhere for your retreat. Very rarely did you get time to relax during the clone wars, but since you were given leave, you weren’t going to squander it. The Council had chosen to send you on a respite to recharge and meditate.

Those were the official orders.

What you actually did was anything but meditate.

The beachy planet that they sent you to was so full of life. You felt more at peace while interacting with it and doing things than you did sitting still. Although, your respite mate would prefer if you moved a little slower.

“The whole point of a respite is to slow down. You keep running at the same pace as you do in the field,” General Kenobi said as he poured you a cup of tea when you returned to the hut after your morning run. His pants sat low on his hips and the robe they had supplied for him was tied loosely at his waist.

“It’s a habit,” you shrugged, taking the cup and folding your legs beneath you as you sat on the floor.

“Jedi are not supposed to have habits,” he said with a slight upturn of his lips.

“Says the man who raised a padawan with bad habits,” you shot back.

“That’s a low blow,” he chuckled, coming to sit next to you on the veranda. He held the cup up and inhaled the aroma, his eyes closing in pleasure before he took a sip. You watched his serene face, the breeze gently ruffling his hair.

“I could never sit still,” you murmured. “You know that.”

“I do,” he sighed, placing his cup down on the ground next to him.

You looked at the cup warming your hands. Your reflection stared back at you in the amber liquid. “How much longer do you think this will go on for?”

“I don’t know.” His brow furrowed. “But we’ll reach a breaking point eventually.”

“The galaxy is already so scarred. The aura of worlds once bright and pure is tinged red with blood and suffering. Our own men were born to die,” you turned to look at him. “What does that say about us? We’re supposed to value life above all else. The clones don’t even have a choice.”

“It is less than ideal,” he agreed.

You placed your cup on the ground next to you and stretched your legs out in front of you, leaning back on your elbows. “You know, when I heard I wasn’t being sent here alone, I’ll admit I was a bit disappointed, but then I heard it was you they were sending with me.”

“Oh? And then how did you feel?” He leaned on his side, propped up on his elbow.

“Honestly? I was happy. We’ve always been good friends. That’s how I know that you needed this respite more than I did, and when Master Yoda said that you requested me… Well, Obi, quite frankly I was honored,” you smirked. “But, why me?”

He laid back on the carpet and looked up at the clouds above. “Your presence calms me.”

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me this entire time?” you asked with a raised brow.

“How am I avoiding you? We’re talking right now, Darling,” he laughed.

“You’re always off meditating. If we’re not eating, I barely see you. You never come out when I invite you.”

“That’s…” he swallowed.

“I’m right,” you pressed with a laugh. You rolled over to gaze down at him, blocking the sun with your body. “Spill it, Kenobi. Why request my presence and then avoid me?”

His eyes trailed down your face and you suddenly realized how this might look to someone who walked it. They might think you meant to kiss the Jedi Master laying beneath you, and they would be correct in thinking that you wanted to.

You pulled back to look out at the sea, wrapping your arms around your knees. Your eyes flicked down to see his legs on either side of you. The heat from his chest rolled off him in waves against your back. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his beard tickling the skin of your neck.

“It’s not my fault,” he said with a smirk, “You keep turning me on.”

You laughed, “You really had me going for a moment there.”

“I’m serious, Darling. Think about it. You asked me to go running with you. You wear so few layers when you run. You’re glistening with sweat, you’re in your element. It’s incredibly sexy. When you cook, you’re so intense. I just wonder what it would be like to have your entire focus. When you do meditate here, the sun casts you in a glow.” He paused to place a tentative kiss on your neck. “You’re beautiful.” A kiss below your ear. “You’re intelligent.” A kiss on your cheek. “You’re lovely.”

You turned your head so that the next kiss landed on your lips as your hand snuck up into his hair. You bunched your hand into a fist, pulling him harder against you as you turned to sit in his lap.

Obi-Wan laughed against your lips, playfully nipping your lip. You returned the favor as you pressed your hands against his wrists, pinning him to the ground. Obi-Wan stretched up to kiss you, but you pulled back just out of his reach.

“You know, the feeling is mutual,” you smirked, releasing his wrists. Ghosting your hands down the length of his arms, over his chest, they settled at the tie of the robe he was wearing. With a gentle tug, it came undone. You smoothed your hands over the flat planes of his chest, pushing the fabric open further. Your gaze was intent as it followed your exploring fingertips. When you finally looked up at Obi-Wan’s face, you were surprised by the look he wore. His eyes were heavy lidded. A slight tinge of pink dusted his cheeks. His eyes trailed your body as he licked his lips.

“Master Kenobi?” you asked breathlessly.

In a swift movement, you were under him. His lips were kissing the crook of your neck, his beard sending shivers down your spine as it swept over your skin. His one hand was buried in your hair as his other settled cautiously at your waist. When his lips met yours again, you were hit with a wave of emotion. It startled you and took you a moment to realize it had come from Obi-Wan. It was relentless. It was want. It was need. It was everything. It was love. You kissed him back harder, bucking your hips against him, hoping he would take the hint. Your hands roamed to the belt tying your top closed, tugging it open before hooking around your leggings and shimmying them down your thighs. His hands left your body to pull down his familiar tan pants, discarding them next to your growing pile on the veranda.

The gaze before you was ethereal. Obi-Wan’s body cast yours in a shadow as the sun haloed him in its golden embrace. Master Yoda had always insisted that you were luminous beings, but only now did you believe him. Obi-Wan’s hair was slightly tousled from your hands and his lips were slightly open as he looked down at you. His sky colored eyes drank you in as they trailed your length. He gently took hold of your foot, kissing a trail up the inside of your leg, throwing it over his shoulder the closer he got to your hips. He nipped the top of your thigh before soothing it with his tongue. Your eyes closed in contentment as his lips continued the trail towards yours.

It was in that moment that you realized that you had wanted this for years. You had thought yourself content to knowing Obi-Wan Kenobi as a friend, assuming –considering the strict interpretations of the Jedi Code that most upheld—that this would be the closest relationship the two of you could have.

“You’re practically purring,” Obi-wan teased in your ear. “What’s going on in that brilliant mind of yours?”

“I love you,” you admitted, turning your head to face him. “I’ve known it for a while, but I suppose I never realized it. I thought… well, I thought that it was a deep friendship, because that was all we are permitted to have, but I’ve realized that I love you as much as I can allow myself to.”

Obi-Wan bumped his nose against yours. “I love you as much as I can love another being.”

“The Jedi love all,” you countered.

“Then I love you so incredibly much,” he whispered before kissing you.

This kiss was different. It was electric. It swept through your nerve-endings, awakening you to a new view of the world that you had never considered before now. Your body was reactive to him, arching into his chest for as much contact as you could have. His hand was flat against the small of your back, pressing you into him even harder. His tongue twirled against yours, exploring your body as your fingers dug into his shoulder blades. His body bucked into yours, letting you feel the hard length pressing against your core. You couldn’t take it anymore, slipping a hand down his chest, under his underwear to stroke him. He grunted against your mouth as your hand stroked up and down. Letting out a shaky breath, he pulled back, gently taking your hand away before tugging the offending piece of fabric down his legs.

He let out a breathy laugh, gazing down at you as he snapped the band of your underwear. “May I?”

You nodded, watching intently as his fingers reverently slid your underwear down. He slowly bent down before placing a kiss against your center. Everything was new. You were exploring uncharted territory for the both of you as your hands roamed freely and explored, learning from the sounds made what was good for both of you.

You were quick studies and soon your arms were wrapped around Master Kenobi’s back as he thrusted into you. You stared at the sky above you, the colors bleeding into each other as your mouth opened for a silent scream as Obi-Wan kept hitting the right spot over and over. His heavy breathing in your ear kept you grounded, your hips slamming into his, not wanting to be outdone.

Over and over you pulled each other up towards new heights. Every fiber of your being was alive, set ablaze in the heat of passion. You held onto Obi-Wan as if you were afraid that if you let go, you would find that it wasn’t real. Your toes curled as every muscle in your body grew taut and strained to be released.

“O-Obi!” you cried out as he grunted in your ear, finding his own release. You fell back against the mat on the veranda, eyes unfocused on the heavens as you saw stars, his body heavily resting against your chest.

Your breathing came in huffs as Obi-Wan laughed as he caught his breath.

“That was…” he trailed off, rolling off of you.

“Amazing,” you finished with a grin.

He sat up, scooping you up and settling you in his lap. You rested your head against his shoulder. Gingerly, he reached over to pick up his cup of tea again. He took a sip and made a face. “It’s gone cold.”

[funnyexel]

100 Years of Age

Logan x Reader (Oneshot)

A/n : I’ve recently have had an OBSESSION with Logan from the X-men franchise. Thus, this short fanfic. Usually my fanfics would end in a little spice (kiss, smut...etc.) but this time it’ll be a fluff ending. Please bare with me, this is my first fluff story so if it sucks that's the reason. Also, sorry if the title doesn’t really make sense. I tried to make it nostalgic in a way. Enjoy my lovely’s <3 Masterlist Mega List

“How could you?” Hot tears glided down your face. “How could you!?” There your parents stood before you as you got yanked away in chains. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?!” Your last words as the truck doors closed. You were being taken and it was all their fault. Full on balling on the truck floor, the soldiers watched. A 14- year old getting taken away with their parents consent...that’s got to be a first. 

The truck was a one-way ticket to hell but how could you have known? They gave you away to some unknown cause to save their own asses. You spent years there, being tested on.

“She has the right DNA. We’ll be one step closer to evolution.”

The first few months were horrible. Being tested on for the Elemental Project, being alone in a foreign area, resenting your parents and being a child in all. On a certain dreadful day, an experiment worked on you. That day was your 15th birthday. They did four major experiments and preps over and over and over again. At this point, you weren’t upset anymore. Your parents are living their lives now. They may or may not be regretting their decision but its out of your hands. You’ve come to terms with this, after months of denying it.

“how are you feeling?” She quietly walks into your cell, trying not to disturb you as you were watching tv. You were sitting against the wall, hands in your lap as your eyes staying glued to the tv. “fine.” Your voice strained and quiet. She hums to your word. You’ve become a woman of little words, only speaking when comfortable and necessary. This woman was nice to you. You welcomed her into your small bubble...sometimes.

She placed a glass of water in front of you, without looking the water arose out the glass and separated itself into these words. “Today is my 15th birthday.” They subsided back into the glass, which you proceeded to pick up and drink out of. She and others were amazed, astonished. This isn’t the end. They still had much to do. You may not have mastered the first element but you’ve grasped it and that’s all they needed to know, before starting the next tests.

The tests were excruciating and brutal. The elements were manifesting backwards. Water, Earth, Air and Fire. Each element took an amount of lives. They told you to control it...they told you to fix yourself. But you could not. You did not control the elements. They only took a liking to you and allowed you to have them, nothing more nothing less. 

But they don’t understand, their thoughts clouded by war and hate. You got put into war before as a ‘learning activity’. Yes. A fantastic idea to put a 20-year old in The American Civil War.

You were cold. Very cold. They made you clothes to fit the elements but the clothes were not very war worthy attire. “She’ll burn her clothes off, if she wears that.” The woman says to the general in charge. “I better see something, Ms. Bailey.” The general says before glancing at you then taking his leave. She turns to you with a little smile. “Be mindful of people around you.” You nod your head to her. You weren’t scared given you were put into a war. You were just..just...you didn’t know. You didn’t know what the feeling was called but you were feeling it.

“Bring her here!” Ms. Bailey and you follow the soldier. “You can’t come on the field.” He stated to her. She gave you one final look before turning away. He motioned you to follow. The sounds of gun shots flooded your ears and the smell of gun powder filled your nose. “Stay close.” He said, not ever laying a finger on you. It was almost nightfall, they knew this’ll be the best time for you to come out. You stayed with him and two other men. 

They were conversing a few feet away, also keeping an eye on you. A young boy was coughing, around the age of 16. You crouched in front of him and rested a hand on his shoulder. Doing a faint hand motion you cleared the air he was breathing. “T-thank you.” You smiled to him but the smile faded as the soldier called out to you. “Come, we’ve got the ‘go’ from the general.” The field was painted in blood and bodies. 

“Can’t handle it?” One of the other soldiers teased. You scoffed at him, the sound barely being audible. “We need you to take an enemy and bring them back here.” The soldier says to you, motioning the two men not to follow you out. You sighed and nodded at him. Walking to the middle of the battlefield, you dipped down to the ground. Your fingertips lightly touching it. “I will not control you.” The ground began to rumble as big chunks of dirt and rock get pulled out. Carefully, you aimed each one at their big guns and incoming soldiers. 

With ease you walked to their men. Their guns were inefficient, due to you setting the gun powder in the guns ablaze. Finally, you found someone that looked like they knew a lot, motioning your hand to the sky. Particles of water parted from the clouds and engulfed the victims body, knocking them out momentarily and carrying them with you. You quickly got escorted back to the base.

“Great, we have the enemy. HOW ARE WE GOING TO GET INFORMATION FROM A DEAD MAN!?!” You flinched at the yelling general. There the man laid on a nursing bed, dripping wet. A gust of wind passes by to dry him then you put your hand over his mouth. Taking the liquid out his lungs. An array of coughs alerted one of the nurses. “alive.” You spoke, looking the general in the eyes. Ms. Bailey took you to the tent for a rest. “You did good today.” She smiled handing you sleeping clothes. You took the clothes and changed, now sitting on the floor, no movement what so ever. 

You often did this when the elements were uneasy and they were always uneasy. “Sorry, no visitors.” You look over your shoulder and see one of the men you were on the field with. Getting to your feet, you walk and stand next to Bailey. She nods to you and walks further into the tent, keeping a watchful eye. “Hi, I’m Logan.” He sticks a hand out for you to shake. You hide your hands behind your back, denying his request. He retracts his hand at your reaction. “y/n” You whisper to him. “Okay, that’s all, she needs to rest.” Bailey closes the tent as you wave goodbye to him. 

Those memories became distant, vivid as you went back to the dreadful place. Time passed very slowly there. You never knew why but it did and it was awful. “This is ground breaking! Absolutely ground breaking! Now that we’ve got her to adapt to all the elements we’ll be able to make an army.” That day felt different. Stumped on the why but it felt different. Later on you found out why. You’ll never ever forget it. It was your most happiest day you’ve lived. The freedom. The life that filled your soul and the genuine happiness that accompanied your aura. But nature had different plans for you. 

Nature had weird ways of caring for you. It liked you. It had better plans for you. Plans that would not involve this era in anyway what so ever. You were hesitant at first but your character is familiar to its weird ways. Thus, leading you to comply. “wait. everyone quiet.” Voices were creeping into your hearing, slowly becoming louder. “She’s waking up.” Your eyelids flutter open. It felt as if you were worked to the bone, took an elevating nap then woke up refreshed. You were in a cocoon like capsule, made by water and other bits of nature. The cocoon discarded itself, evaporated and moving itself into the ongoing water cycle. 

Your body slumped a bit, a little surprised squeak as you stood straight. Seeing people in weird gear and other gadgets around the room. Eyes big and observing everything. “Hi.” You looked at the man before you. Your eyes instinctively trailing to the flat screen. It’s a television. ‘How the world has evolved.’ You thought looking back to the man, mouth open but no words flow out. So you decide to respond with a small wave. Your calmness got interrupted as you saw a gadget that resembled a gun. “the war is still present?” You speak in a low tone and sigh. “The war?” He shakes his head. 

“How old is she?” Someone utters in the background. You shrug to their question. “1863?” You look the man in the eyes. Pure shock fills his soul. “It’s the 2000’s.” You feel a force pull you out the establishment. Into a forest. ‘The 2000’s? What would you want me to do in the 2000’s?’ You question in your head as you run. To no destination in particular but to get away from those people. You ended up in a bar. It was one of the things you could recognize...everything was so different. As soon as you stepped foot into the bar, all eyes were on you. Stares full of disgust, lust and confusion. 

You walked to the counter and stood at the end of the tall table. “Miss, are you lost?” You nod to the nicely dressed lady. She converses with her peers as you look over to the television. ‘Mutant Rights? Mutant? What’s a Mutant?’ This is so new. It was a lot happening at once. A high pitched whistle, stung your ear. “Hey, cutie.” Looking to him unbothered, you point to him and a gust of wind pushes him away. Not enough to knock him down or anything serious like that but enough to get him out your personal space. He looks at you like he’s seen a ghost. “m-m-m-m-m-m” 

He kept stuttering, you cock your head to the side in amazement but puzzlement. “Yeah, she’s a mutant. Run along, boy.” The woman exclaims and pulls you into a back room. “You seem like a wonderful girl but men will take advantage of you.” She says handing you a soft fabric. “what’s this?” You ask, opening the folded clothing. “A hoodie? Have you not- you know what never mind.” She leaves the room. Pulling the fabric over your head. “A hoodie.” You fiddle with the cup like piece. “I’m a mutant?” You look at the full length mirror. ‘I see why she said I’ll be taken advantage of.’ 

You dust off the skin tight shorts and knock out rocks out your minimalistic flat shoes. “where do mutants go?” You walk out the door and ask the girl. She finishes serving someone a drink before answering. “here.” She hands you a pamphlet. ‘Xavier Institute’ You study the interestingly folded paper then look to her. “thank you.” You smile and walk out the bar. ‘Now to find this Institute.’ At those words many images and places flood your mind, until one image matched the pamphlet. You could hear children giggling and happily cheering. The images fade away and you know exactly where you’re going. 

Putting the paper in the hoodie pocket, you begin to walk in the direction of the school. “ouch.” A small pebble hit you in the leg. Sighing, you stand still. The ground beneath you begins to rumble, carving a circle large enough for you to stand on. It slowly ripped itself out the ground bringing you in the air. Putting your hands out, you began to get your balance as you fixed your stance. It seemed like your seeing the world in a different light. The trees were so vibrant and beautiful as you were gliding on the rock. The sun was rising, its the most beautiful thing you’ve seen in your life. You couldn’t help but smile. 

In no time, the school came into your view. The rock pile that was holding you up, broke apart into little rocks as you were lowered to the ground. Walking through the gates, you looked around for others. It didn’t seem like anyone was out yet, but lights were on in the inside. Placing two knocks on the door, you stood and waited for someone to answer. A woman with white hair answers the door. Before she could let out a simple question, you stop her with your own. “what year is it?” Her face scrunches up with confusion at your odd question. “2006? Come inside.” 

She pats you on the shoulder as a welcoming jester. You hesitate before stepping into the abnormally big school. “logan?” You lock eyes with the recognizable man. “Do you know each other?” The white haired woman asks you. Breaking away from the eye contact, you frantically shake your head and back into the door. Logan kept looking at you, in confusion. “I- um. I might be at the w-wrong place.” Mist begins to fill the space you occupied, giving you a chance to leave. Time running short as footsteps echo behind you. Having no time to run off the property, you run into the woods that’s to the left of the school. 

“I-I...I don’t want to go back.” You cried out as they grabbed you from behind, roughly sitting you down. “You know me?” He asked. You responded with a hum, still being a little shaken up. “you and I met at war. it was only once.” You looked up to him. “Why’d you run?” He asked as you got up to your feet. “when I escaped my project. there had been many more trying to recreate it. I thought it was still going on.” He lead the way back to the school. “I was apart of a solo weapon x program. It- it wasn’t #1 priority but it was still important.” They brought you into an office and began to ask questions, which you answered. 

“So how old are you exactly?” Storm asks. “I don’t know.” Logan asked a few questions here and there but he stayed quiet most the time. Storm gave you an vacant room after the long introduction. You got familiar with the room before going out to the yard, you observed some students and meditated. It seemed like everything was calm. It was odd non-the-less but very nice. “Hello.” A child no older than 11 greets you. “hello.” You give a small smile to him. “What’s your name?” He asks, you look up to a small group of students a good ways away. “Y/n.” You say looking back to him. 

“Look at what I can do, Y/n.” He says a bit excited. Pulling a weed from the ground, he holds it between his thumb and index finger, slowly it turns to a flower. “That’s very similar to what I can do.” You smile to the innocent boy. “Can I see?” He asks in a cutesy pure tone. “Sure.” You point to some moving rocks. They bonded together and came rolling to you. It was a medium sized ball of pebbles and rocks. Clasping your hands together then breaking them apart, water separated from the rocks. The rocks now rolling back to their places. The water splits into two and glides around, almost dancing with each other. 

Soon enough it came down to you. “Wow.” The boy says, studying the water. You then open your right palm, heat gathering in it and creating fire. Now you had fire in one hand and water in the other. The two elements began to fight with each other. Trying to put the other out. Finally, you put the fire out and disperse the water. A gust of wind swishes through is hair, roughing it up a bit. Standing up, you give him a smile. You see Logan in the corner of your eye. “bye, flower boy.” He gives you a smile and you approach Logan. “You didn’t answer my question properly earlier.” He slows and matches your pace. 

“I- I see. I had a failed attempt before. I thought I found refuge but I was horribly mistaken.” You looked away from him for a moment. “a distant memory is all it is now.” You give him a small friendly smile. “How can you not be upset?” He stops his actions and turns around to you. You stop too. “Upset? Why would I be upset?” He studies your answer for some time. “I’m not upset. How could I be? When all those people who experimented on me, are surely dead. While I am here, in a new era. Alive, well and hasn’t aged a day.” Your lips curve slightly but drop into a noticeable frown.

You wanted to open up a bit more to him but you felt you weren’t ready to talk about it. “You look upset.” His statement hinting at a tease. “Not upset. Just..sad.” Not picking up his light-hearted statement. You part ways as Logan gets called by Storm. Giving him a small wave, you go to your room. During the start of your months at the Institute, you did some strength training. “Colossus and Kitty, will spar with you.” It was soon clear to everyone that you are fairly powerful. Continuing your stay at the school with studying, you had to learn about the 21st century somehow. You found a new passion for reading while doing so. Romance books in particular.

“What romance book are you reading tonight?” You hide your smile as your head lifts from the book. “I’m actually reading a crime book.” He sits in a chair close to you. “What brings you here?” You bookmark your page and set the book down. He let out a heavy sigh. “Nightmares?” You whisper and he nods to you. He does a jester to you, returning the question. “visions of my parents.” You lean back, rubbing your forehead. “I need a cigar.” He exclaims under his breath. “do you ever think about it?” His eyes lock on yours. “do you ever just think about why we were chosen?” You try to maintain eye contact with him. “stupidity and..” He points to himself then you. “sacrifice.” 

You break your eye contact with him. “I’m sure it wasn’t stupidity in your case. At least you had a choice.” He stays silent wanting to hear more about you. Logan was very hesitant about letting people in since Jean. But he couldn’t help the fact that he wanted to learn more about you. You knew him in the past and besides that you were an interesting person to him. “My parents...they gave me to the program. They didn’t even know what it was, all they needed to know was that it was going to save themselves if they gave away their child.” He reached over to you, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. 

“I don’t even remember much of my childhood. They told me it was garbage in my mind that I didn’t need.” You leaned into his touch slightly. “Some people say they want to forget their family. They don’t mean it. Do they?” A few tears escape your eyes. “because this feels like hell.” You quickly wipe the tears away. Logan walked with you to the sleeping quarters. You can’t stay up all night. The walk was silent but you two did walk pretty close together. “goodnight.” You smiled to him as you opened your door. “I’m sorry for dumping that all on you tonight. You don’t have to remember.” You nervously chuckle. He shakes his head.

“It’s..okay.” Hesitation in his voice. “If you need someone to talk too, I’ll- you can talk to me.” You can tell he struggled to find the right words but you appreciated it more than any other person would. Giving him a heartfelt smile. You gripped the door knob and looked over your shoulder. “Thank You, Logan.”

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Distraction

(Patrick Bateman x Reader)

A Patrick Bateman One Shot

Fandom: American Psycho (film) 2000

Rating: Mature (cuz it’s Bale’s Bateman duh!)

Requested by: @tealaquinn thank you for the naughty suggestion. Our conversations helped a lot.

Author’s Note: I couldn’t help but make the simple premise of a sexy distraction into a fully fledged one shot. Writing something for him had been a challenging dream. Don’t know how accurate it could be to the Bateman y’all imagine but a fangirl can dream, right?? I regret nothing. Enjoy!

Hushed whispers followed you, capturing your attention the moment you stepped into the Office Building. And you simply were to blame.

The manner that your high heels clicked on the marble floors certainly announced your entrance.The manner your long, shiny tresses swished from side to side made several heads turn with fascination, while the way your hips swayed in the tight pencil skirt brought on unwanted stiffness in the pants of some Wall Street yuppies.

“Whoa…Who’s that?” “Don’t you know? That’s Y/N Y/L/N” “Nope, doesn’t ring any bells” “She’s Bateman’s girlfriend” “What? You kidding me? That’s her? She’s a fox. Why the hell would she go out with a Loser like Bateman?”

The hushed voices suddenly disappeared the moment you stopped in your tracks, turning to glare at them.You glared at them as if it had the power to slice their throats. Indulging in that power, you settled their nerves with a smile. A smile that truthfully was emptier than a hollow shell.

Resuming your walk, you could not help but be troubled by what they had said for it was nonsensical to the fullest. Any word or phrase that had the tiniest inclination of an insult towards your man was intolerable. They made your toes curl and palms tighten. For he was no loser. You knew that for certain. He was a man, he was your man. And you always made sure he felt so.

As you reached closer to your destination, a woman with sandy blond hair quickly rose up from her seat with enthusiasm. It was his secretary.

“Good Morning Jean” you smiled, as you finally stood in front of her desk. “Good Morning, Y/N…” Jean replied, “You look beautiful today” she said genuinely. To which you chuckled shyly. “Thank you darling, and you never fail to look sophisticated” Your hand rested on the doorknob. Turning it slowly , you heard his voice boom in his office. Possibly on a phone conversation. Patrick Bateman’s authoritative voice never failed to have an impact on you. Mostly excitement or arousal. It made you fill with pride. The pride you have belonging to someone wonderful.

“I don’t give a damn about your excuses! I just need that fixed-” He was cut off the moment you entered the room.

“Reginald, I’m gonna have to call you back” Patrick said, his eyes remaining glued to as he hung up.

Eyes exchanged greetings during the few seconds of silence. You smiled softly, to which he smiled in return. A small smile that fully assured he was pleased to see you.

“You didn’t have to do that” You began, motioning to the phone. Scoffing, Patrick put his legs up, crossing them over the table comfortably. “Please” he said, “...it was nothing important anyways” He added casually. Taking a few steps towards the table, your eyes spotted the walkman and his pair of headsets.

“What were you listening to?” “Katrina and the Waves” “Nice” You smiled, nodding.

He responded with another smile. Unlike the others, the smile was never forceful with you. It was genuine. The sheer reaction you would involuntarily display when someone else appreciates your taste in music.

“So…” he began, “What Brings you to Pierce & Pierce?” He asked, whilst you peeped through the blinds, “to spy on someone?” “No...By the way is Paul Allen still around?” You asked so casually, his smile  suddenly disappeared. “Yes” His disgruntled tone was evident. But to his surprise you turned to him with a scowl.

“Eh! What a shame” You added unimpressed. Chuckling, he was relieved. It was unfathomable how easily he could do it now.

“Anyways...” you began, “I was in the neighborhood so I was wondering if you wanna grab lunch with me…” with a hopeful expression, you walked  back to him with your hands tied behind your back. Sitting back in his regular position, Patrick looked over at his schedule.

“Sorry…I have a lunch meeting with Bryce and the others” Patrick answered coolly, still looking at it. “Oh…Okay…” crossing your arms, you looked down shyly. Except you suddenly felt his gaze on you once again, staring at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“What?” You asked, making him raise his index finger up.

“You’ve...buttoned it up wrong” He said, pointing at your jacket.

“What?”

His uncomfortable expression made you look down and gasp.

“Oh! Sorry….” You chuckled uncontrollably, “I can be such a klutz sometimes”

Patrick’s eyebrows did not relax ,for he did not believe it.You were never a klutz. It did not make sense. But the moment you finally undid your jacket, his tense eyebrows were suddenly raised with surprise.

Instead of a cotton or silk shirt, you only wore a bustier, an exquisite lace kind that complimented your figure and your complexion, simply doing wonders revealing your full, generous cleavage. Hunching forward to grab the end buttons, the cleavage involuntarily managed to pop up a bit more.

“Always do it from the bottom, right??” Joking innocently, you buttoned the up jacket, still in the midst of his attentive gaze.

“There…” You said, as the final button held the jacket together, “...all perfect! thanks to you” with a smile.

Patrick said nothing, but merely nodded in acknowledgement as he stared at you thoughtfully. His hand formed in to a fist. He seemed frustrated.

“Patrick you okay?”

“Hmm?” Woken from his thoughts, he appeared confused, “Yeah…Fine...” he muttered, with a tight lipped smile. Liar. “Right…Anyways I’m be going home then. I’ll see you...when I see you” You said, opening the door halfway, only to face him once more, “Have m fun at lunch” Winking, you made your exit. “Bye Jean!” “Bye Y/N!”

Excitement evident in her footsteps, Jean entered the office, beaming.

“I’m sorry to be so forward Patrick but...Y/N is just incredible” she said, her eyes shining. It was no surprise. You were always so nice to Jean.

“Yes she is…” Patrick said, still lost in his thoughts.   “Jean…” “Yes Patrick?” She asked as he finally looked up at her. “Clear my schedule for the entire day” 

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The possibility of someone such as yourself crossing paths with someone like Patrick Bateman was quite unlikely. But by the stroke of fate, it did. And the American Gardens Building was to blame.

According that he had heard on the grapevine, he had a new neighbor who had recently moved in. And it was not until one fine evening that the both of you were finally aware of each other’s existence. Returning from a night out with the guys, Patrick was just about to enter his apartment when a stranger suddenly passed him by. A stranger he simply could not take his eyes off of. Suffice to say that stranger was you.

You remembered his first ever stare so clearly. It was as you were being drenched in honey. Sticky and noticeable. You remembered how he smiled and the way he greeted you. How you greeted him back in kind, and simply went in to your apartment. Short but impressionable. It was only when you both finally got together, Patrick admitted how he masturbated that night thinking about you. Though you felt corny to the bone, you mutually agreed.

A date was an eventuality. Your mysterious aura drove him crazy enough, he finally asked you out for a drink. Curiosity was killing him. He tried to figure you out. What desire of his were you able to satisfy? What kind of girl were you going to be? But, nothing triggered him for the night passed in a flash with the two of you making merry conversation, hitting off so well. The fact you were actually unbelievably keen on him, took him by surprise. In a society where people barely noticed nor acknowledged, you managed to impress him by noticing almost everything, and knew when to keep your mouth shut. For the only times you opened it, It was to do and say the right things.

Intriguing you were in his eyes. Beautiful, with a great personality which seemed unfathomable. You were not his usual type, and you were no bimbo. You were simply ,different. Regardless of mutual or non mutual interests, the genuine interest you showed was equal. And with every dinner or drinks date, it was hard for Patrick Bateman to resist how much of actual fun he was having. Was he dreaming? None of this seemed truly possible. And quite frankly, it made him highly suspicious.

He tried testing your limits. And with one attempt he gave up fast.

It was a quiet afternoon one weekend, when you stopped by on a surprise visit to his apartment. Dressed in merely his underwear and a t-shirt, all white, he invited you in with a reluctant attitude. The sounds of the television filled the entire apartment. And it was not regular television.

“Oh! Is that porn?” You asked, as soon as you realized the erotic nature of the video being played. “Yes” Patrick answered. He did not flinch, as he watched you with focus. He watched you so closely as if you were his little science experiment. What were you going to say? How will you react?

Contrary to his expectation, you did not bat an eye. Instead, your eyes just lingered there. You stood there watching it. It was only you who knew how aroused you were getting by the sight of the erotic act that took place. The sight of the gracious naked woman on her knees, willingly savoring, tasting her lover while she went down on him. And how his hand held on to her hair tightly.

“Would you like some-” You effortlessly cut off Patrick’s formality with a kiss that contained intense pressure. You kissed him with heat, with a need, finishing it by playfully biting his lower lip. Catching her eyes in his, he sensed the soul inside you was not the same as he had seen in others. Something primal lingered in you.

“What are you thinking?” He asked.

“Well…I was thinking…” you purred, “…that we can do that better” you added, pointing at the tv without even looking at it. And it came as a surprise to Patrick when your other hand had sneakily rested on his lower abdomen, feeling the softness of his cotton white t-shirt. Lust took over, and his eyes showed off its glint. When he instantly took your hand to feel his clothed erection, you gasped with satisfaction.

The both of you ended up making a sex tape that evening, which seemed more colorful than any porno he had ever watched.

When the recorder stopped recording, when he was laying in bed beside you, Patrick could not help but marvel at your tolerance towards his sexual needs. Not only tolerant, but extremely supportive. He felt warm, he felt an unfamiliarity. And it made him hungry with greed. A greed for you, a need for you. Which was certainly rare.

That was when he knew, you only satisfied one desire and one only. His desire for genuine companionship.

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(Present)

Having lived in New York long enough, you were absolutely aware when you were being stalked. This time however, you were not alarmed, nor threatened. On the contrary, excitement bubbled within. Though you pretended to not even notice, you knew who it was. And he was to blame.

You were impressed. A few blocks was understandable. But an entire taxi ride? That was commitment for stalking. There you were, on your way back to the American Gardens Building. And you were aware of his presence a few feet away.

As you pressed the button for the elevator, you waited. You sensed him stand behind you a few feet away. The excitement increased by tenfolds.

Ding! The elevator announced its arrival with the doors opening. And you just could not resist.

“You coming, Patrick?”

You inquired coolly, whilst entering the elevator. And as you have guessed, rudely pushing away other residents with gusto, your stalker Patrick Bateman joined you inside soon after. Slamming the close button, tension grew between the two of you as the doors closed. And when finally closed, he grasped the opportunity to ambush you with a hungry kiss.

He was never the biggest fan of kisses before he met you. Sex? Yes. But kisses? Not really. But feeling the enthusiasm and heat you brought in as your contribution, he was compelled to do the same. He was addicted more than simply interested. With another Ding! The elevator finally reached your floor, witnessing the frantic lovers stumble out, lips still glued to one another. Patrick’s place was closer, thus it was already decided. The

mere few seconds his lips left yours to open the door was a punishment itself, but rectified soon after. Pulling you in, he slammed you against the closed door, only to kiss you once again. His lips were simply the definition of starved when he tasted yours, making it quite difficult for you to push his overcoat off his broad shoulders. But he proved to excel in multitasking, opening up your own jacket so fast, all of the buttons just popped out. And once again, your lace bustier revealed itself, heaving alongside your chest. “You’re such a fuckin’ tease!” Patrick breathed against your lips, “Right there in my office...Wearing this!” He added, peeling your jacket off. With a knowing smile, you chuckled.

“Ha! And here I was wondering how long it would take for you to finally give in…mmm-”

How could you really finish when he shut you up with more kisses, which was more than you could ask for.Whatever clothing obstacle that came in the way, you made sure to get rid yourself of them. His own Pin stripped Armani jacket for example. Tossing them at all directions, you were honestly quite surprised he did not pay attention. Being the meticulous man he normally was.

You attempted to walk, grabbing him by his pants during. Pressing himself against your back, his pants were quite noticeable.

“Where do you think you’re going, hmmm?” Patrick asked you, through gritted teeth as his lips grazed over your ear.

“To bed, silly! ” you replied playfully. “Good girl…” His growl, it made your inner walls quiver with impatience. You felt his hand firmly stroke your buttocks, unzipping the pencil skirt only to let it fall off you. Reaching the bed, he watched you spin around and greedily begin to undo his pants with an excited look. That excitement, that greed was akin to a child ending up at a candy store.

You were impatient, you couldn’t stress this enough. Once his pants were loose, you managed to pull out his shirt ready to undo. The sight of his sculpted abs and his tanned skin made your mouth water. Imagining him naked in his glory was a blessing you could never forget. All this, you did under his wild gaze. Pressing his forehead against yours, he groaned.

“You like this, don’t you?” There he was, teasing you once again in the most seductive of voices. Feeling the curves of your buttocks, he sneakily managed to pull down your panties.

“You bet I do, daddy” You purred, looking up at him before accepting his kisses. Open mouth, generous with tongue, you just wanted to melt in his arms. He learnt well. Biting your lower lip playfully, he pushed you to his neatly arranged bed. Giggles left your lips when he joined in. Dressed in only your lace bustier, lace panties bunched around your knees, with stockings and garters to match, you were definitely in your element for the moment. Whilst he had his hair disheveled, shirt half opened, and tie loosened along with his pants. You had Patrick Bateman right where you wanted him.

“What about your lunch plans?” “Not important” You smiled mischievously when he climbed on top on you, “You didn’t have to do that!” “Please” he said, spreading your legs open to get in between you, “It was nothing important anyways“.

Your eyes widened the moment you felt him enter you without a single warning. Happened so fast, which made it so thrilling and arousing.

His speed was evident this time, each of his thrusts translated his frustrations to your tease this morning. And you heard them speak out loud. How fucking dare you? Who gave you the fucking right? Stroking your thighs, he felt the softness of your stockings. He moved, savoring the sight of you writhe and moan with liberation.

Cupping his face, your fingers grazed around his jawline. You knew how privileged you were to touch him this way. The way your arms were placed over your body pushed your cleavage up higher, it teased Patrick even more. He announced his frustration with a harder thrusts. When that didn’t seem sufficient, you watched him pull down one of the straps of your bustier. It came down so fast you were worried of possible tearing. The beckoning was successful when he poured sloppy kisses over your curvaceous breast that popped out. Each kiss lit small fires over your skin, even more so when he trapped the erect nipple between his mouth, suckling it hard until you swore it turned blue. Your vocal responses merely were limited to sounds, for you did not have the capacity to even think as you were occupied being pleasured. Expressing his own satisfaction, he kissed, he sucked, he even left a hickey right below the curve of your breast, one that could make quite a statement. All the while he kept moving inside you. Your moans were gracious, loud and authentic. And hearing him moan in return was a gift in itself. You could reach your peak by just listening to him.

Immersed in deep pleasure, Patrick pulled your hair back, leaving kisses over your protruding neck, as his speed increased leading to him finally meeting his climax with  your own. Both sounds merged together, suddenly grew quiet in unison. Like a giant wave finally crashing into the beach in slow motion. Raising his head, he looked at you.

“The next time you do that, I swear I will fuck you senseless...right in my office” he said, panting. You chuckled. “My!” You said, gleefully, “now that’s something to look forward to” Inciting laughter from him. When the laughter died, you rubbed your nose against his affectionately.

“Good…” you continued, “…then you will have something Paul Allen and Bryce will be jealous about” you teased.

“Oh...I already have…” Patrick said , “I have You”

Warmth came over you. The way he said it, sheer pride was oozing. Pride that was enriched with the fact there was a deeper understanding between you and him. An understanding that could even lead to many, many great things.

A gasp exited you when you felt him sneakily insert one of his fingers inside you, making you moan. And just like that, you were aroused once more. And he was to blame.

“I’m never letting you go, Patrick Bateman” you breathed, pulling him by the tie to kiss him, moaning further into his lips as his fingers began to work on you.

While those fingers moved, he took the pleasure in watching you. But this time, when his eyes caught yours, his heart clenched.

For the first time ever, he was afraid.

Afraid to realize how dangerous you actually were. So much so that you seem to be fully responsible for the surprising changes he had been going through.

A distraction from his every life. A type of distraction he did not want to let go.

A vital one.

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Hey hey hey! Guess who made another Douxie x reader soulmate fic? m e

Douxie x Reader Soulmate AU, fluff, angst. crack if you squint.

Warnings: Swearing, I was far more casual this time, more misunderstandings aha, angst if you squint but it's not that hidden

The song in question: here, viewer discretion advised. It's emo boy by Ayesha Erotica, and this fic doesn't make a whole lot of sense without it? It can but you'll have to wait for a vague clarification.

Please enjoy our boy feat. Zoe!

Part 2

For as long as you’ve lived, your soulmate’s thoughts about you wrote themselves on your body, just as they had for nearly a millennium. You could tell you’d missed yours a few times. Back in Italy, you’d often stumble out of an alley after a riveting fight with a litter of canal criblets and their mother (why did the only aggressive species of hippocampi have their kids in the canals?) with quiet compliments and passing thoughts along your limbs.

“Another wizard? I wonder where they studied,” or “That was quite a spell, great technique! Wait! Watch out for the-” (that time you’d been a teeny bit distracted by the compliment and whirled around just in time to meet a screaming criblet doing its damndest to bite your face off with its nasty little teeth and bruise you with its impish little hooves. The fuckers were sharp.) The critter left you in a blinding blast of blue. Someone dressed in near all-black ran past you, but by the time your eyes cleared, the blue light was blasting away across the canal and a couple of violent hippocampi babies prevented you from following. Since, you always kept an eye out for that telltale blue light.

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Over time, soulmate laws abated, seen as inhumane towards those unfortunate enough to not have one and those who simply didn’t want one. The law changes allowed you to date around a bit, but, with each partner, you felt more and more guilty as you learned about your true soulmate. By now, you’d discovered he’s a he, he’s a wizard, and he’s a hopeless romantic. Often he’d daydream about all kinds of cheesy dates and tropes he hoped to do with you. Most painfully, he thought about how excited he was to experience everything with you for the first time. Of course, you two had already had mental conversations about it and though he always accepted it, you could tell he was a bit disappointed. You didn’t have many firsts left and said you’d save those at least, but he, sweetheart he was, said he’d just give you more firsts. First scuba dive. First romantic boat date, but in the clouds. First couple’s bake at 3 AM in your shared flat. 

You stopped dating after that.

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Now, it was the start of the 21st century and you were impatient. You’d traveled everywhere, sign of that beautiful blue, and no help from your cheeky soulmate. Every time you asked if he was in a new country, he’d tell you: “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.” It made you tear your hair out, never settling down anywhere. After a while, he seemed to notice you were moving slower, motivation no longer able to breeze you through three large villages in a month. He started being super obnoxious about how much he “looooved America, Merlin’s beard, Land of the Free! Free! Dobby is free! What a wondrous place!” After a sharp word and a warm, giddy feeling from him, you were on a plane to The ‘States. What a way to start your 2000’s, huh?

Sixteen years. It had taken you sixteen years to comb the country, starting from New York and finally reaching California. You could feel your hope dwindle, but you had one last straw to go on: Benoit’s. He’d wanted to take you there a couple times within the past couple years so it must be in his area. Problem is, the entire west coast was covered in them, every city, small and large, having at least one. You’d ruled out the other states after years of searching, only California was left. With a bittersweet, determined huff, you boarded the plane.

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You gave up. Where the fuck was this guy? For the first time in your life, you decided to settle. You’d looked in every nook and cranny California had to offer and didn’t find him. No magic, no man, no nothing. Seeing as you couldn’t seem to find shit, you turned to your magic. You could cast a few defensive and offensive spells, but your speciality was tracking. Ironic, isn’t it? You’d tried searching for him that way, but his aura was too warded and its memory too faded from your memory to work. However, now you were doing it for yourself. You bought a map and worked your magic, seeking stone swinging in perfect circles and settling around a small town called Arcadia. Funny, you hadn’t been there yet. What if- no. “He’s gone”, you reminded yourself. You found a flat in the area and set off. 

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Douxie felt it the moment you gave up. He didn’t know exactly what you’d given up on, but he did know he hadn’t seen any more locations pop up in a couple weeks. For some ungodly known reason, he didn’t realize that all your questions of his whereabouts weren't just a passing curiosity. He was waiting for fate to bring you two together, not considering his soulmate might be so impatient and eager to meet him that they’d travel the ends of the earth. 

He’d been washing dishes at Benoit’s when his coworker pointed out the little black letters on the back of his shoulder. “He’s gone.” He went back to work with a heavy heart. “So much for waiting for fate,” he thought.

You’d just moved the last box into your new flat when you saw it. So much for fate? You spent the rest of the day in bed, tears christening your rented mattress. “I guess he gave up too.”

You couldn’t live off your savings forever, you only had so much gold left from the Golden Age of Piracy to sell to museums. Within a week, you’d secured jobs at the local Speedway and HexTech. You convinced yourself you were okay, that this was better for you. You bonded with your coworkers at HexTech, but there was one you were having difficulties with. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue, but you really admired her. Her name was Zoe, and you couldn’t get enough of her. 

One day, you worked up the nerve to strike up a conversation during your shared counter shift. She liked you when you got to talking, and said she’d help you finish unpacking your flat as soon as you told her why you didn’t generally act so free as you did in the past hour of conversation. You agreed to tell her while she helped you.

The two of you made a day of it. She brought snacks and a housewarming movie for you both to watch when you finished, and you made a smorgasbord for lunch paired with a good wine you’d been saving since the 1800’s. No time like the present, eh?

You plopped onto the stained couch that came with the place. Heaving a great, satisfied sigh, you looked over your flat with a smile. Settling felt good, like you had a place you belonged.

“It looks fantastic, Zoe, thank you for the help.”

“I’m good, aren’t I,” she said with a confident smile, sitting next to you on the couch. A few moments pass in silence. Her tone shifted. “Spill,” she demanded.

You sigh and recounted all that’s happened with your soulmate. Your passing in Italy. Your shame. His enthusiasm. The shift that seemed to occur all at once, both of you switching gears at the same time.

She looked at you sympathetically, knowing full well how it felt when things went wrong with a soulmate. Sucking in a breath, she hesitated. You could tell she was trying to find the right words. You almost told her it was alright that she didn’t have to-

“He sounds like a dumbass,” she blurted. 

You shared a laugh, agreeing.

“I really do like him,” you sighed. “Some part of me still has something there, you know? This is one of the few places I haven’t looked, there’s a Benoit’s here, but I’m… I’m petrified.”

Zoe looked you over. “Give me your phone.” She held out her hand and cut off any protests. After some fiddling, she handed it back and you found 5 alarms and 2 calendar events, all with very obnoxious titles. “You. Me. Benoit’s. You’re not getting out of it, I’ll bring a grit-shaka if I have to.

You groaned and moaned about it as she put in the movie, the self-satisfied smirk never leaving her face. You quieted down as the movie started, realizing there was no way around it. You were secretly thankful for such aggressive support, but opted to shake all thoughts of soulmates from your mind as you shared this moment with your new friend.

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Today was the day. You’d gotten into something comfortable to try and calm your nerves, but it wasn’t doing much. After fixing your hair for the third time, you jumped at a knock on the door. Zoe came in, grabbed your purse, and pulled you out of the building by the wrist. You started walking, the cafe only two blocks away. By the first block your hands were shaking. Zoe pulled you behind Stuart’s electronics and held up a grit-shaka.

“Mother Midril, you were serious?”

“Deadly,” she said, looping it around your neck.

Your shaking calmed instantly, your magic preventing it from getting too out-of-hand. Troll magics were tricky.

You two walked in and sat at a booth, ordering your respective coffees and breakfast items from a nice young man, he couldn’t have been older than sixteen. After a bit of a wait, the voice of Adonis himself asked you both how you were doing, handing you your coffees. He spoke with Zoe a bit and introduced himself to you as Douxie. You confidently responded in kind, but your mind could only think of one thing.

You struggled to keep your composure, even with the grit-shaka. Yes, the thing calmed your nerves, but damn did it bring back some old habits. You saw Zoe’s eyes widen at Douxie’s arm but paid it little mind. He was hot. Long hair, tight jeans… you barely responded coherently as Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica blasted through your brain. Yes, it was embarrassing, yes, you wanted your soulmate more than anything, but gods above he was your type and you’d be damned to not appreciate it.

As soon as he left, you brought your hand behind your neck and removed the blasted thing, looking at Zoe in shock. Her expression mirrored yours but for a very different reason. Douxie was the dumbass. And you’d just technically praised his dick, insulted him, and asked him to fuck you over 10 times, and it was all written up his arms and probably around his torso. She broke out into a cackle, tears mildly smudging her mascara. You were utterly confused and looked at his retreating figure over your shoulder, noticing a thought coming up the arm you’d slung over the booth chair. 

“I’m flattered, I think? You must be the little minx at table three. I knew you weren’t one for waiting, but at least buy me dinner first! I’ll be right out, just let me grab my sweater to cover this a little bit. Think of the children!”

You stopped breathing altogether. Tightening your lips, you let out a muffled scream and pulled Zoe from her seat across you. Your elbow knocked over your coffee and you nearly did the right thing of helping, but you didn’t have time. All these 800 years, all your hope and searching, and you make the worst possible first impression. Sure, it wasn’t good already, but now he had a face to put to the shame. You stumble out the door, Zoe’s laughter still following you out of the now-silent diner.

Douxies pale cheeks were blazing with color as he pulled on his sweater in the break room. Going over, ahem, such blunt words, no matter the context, wasn't good for his health. His shirt raised and he saw the hurried words appear near his hip, chuckling as he started to read. He’d seen the grit-shaka; they must have taken it off.

“Shit, it’s you? I knew going was a bad idea, I’m so sorry, I’ve probably made you so uncomfortable, I’ll be going now.”

Wait… going? Douxie slammed the door open, hearing the wall plaster crunch inside. Table three was empty and covered in coffee, your purse was still there, and the diner was completely silent. Your coat swished out the door and he tripped over himself, stumbling between tables to get to the door. He ran out into the empty street, looking for something, anything. His boss called him back in to help, and he sulked into the diner. Bending down to pick up the cup so he could mop up the mess, he lit up. Your purse. It sat on the seat, the various charms and keychains glistening with the glow of one of Mordrax’s miracles.

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You and Zoe made it back to your flat, out of breath. Zoe was still giggling as she reactivated the wards on the door. You plopped on the couch again, this time in shock. Zoe shook you out of it, eyes sincere. 

“You have to go back.”

“I one hundred percent do not, there’s absolutely nothing holding me to that.”

“There’s me, dipshit, and there's something else. You’re too empathetic to put him through any more.”

You looked at her, surprised. “What do you mean?” you asked, voice small.

She explained how much it hurt him that you’d dated others even though he knew it was entirely your decision. How much of a hole it made in his heart when you gave up. How he dropped his regular temperament for a sullen, depressed shell of the man he was, going through the motions and not much more.

“I understand if you want to wait a while, but-”

“But I have to go back,” you said, drawing your knees to your chest. She scooted closer to you, wiped your gathering tears, and planted a light kiss on your forehead. She snorted when you brought your hand to the spot she’d just kissed, checking for residue from her jet black lipstick.

She gently swiped a thumb across her lip and bopped your nose. “No-transfer. I buy the good shit,” she said with a smile.

She put on a calm movie and wrapped you in a blanket, telling you how proud she was at your bravery and discussing plans for returning to Benoit’s.

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Three weeks later, Douxie had called you a few times. You'd left your phone at home in Zoe’s insistence and left your purse at the scene of the crime. Now, you were ready to sort out more than your missing belongings. You walked out of your flat prepared to have another go. Sort of. You had a decorative facemask on, a large dark sweatshirt (to deter being perceived in any way), and no intention to actually speak to him. You just wanted him to know you were there and not completely rejecting him. Zoe had spoken to him, so he knew you’d be there during his shift and how nervous you were. You were grateful for her, she’d told him the gist of what you couldn’t say yourself, but some things she’d said were best heard from you. 

You sat down, fingers twitching. God, did you want to pick at something. You settled for scratching at the table, not feeling like making a mess of lint in the same booth you’d drenched in coffee not three weeks prior.

Douxie came with your drink, already having memorized what you ordered last time. Your purse was strapped across his body, laying at his hip. He gently placed it on the table and pushed your coffee towards you after carefully slipping something under it out of your field of view. You went to check and he covered it with a chuckle.

“You really aren’t very patient, are you?”

You covered your face and laughed. Taking a deep breath, you pulled the mask under your chin and placed your hands in his. “No, I’m not. Which is why I won’t wait any longer. I’m sorry. I was so caught up in myself I never thought to properly communicate with you. I hurt us both unnecessarily, can you forgive me?”

His eyes softened, lips lifting into a gentle smile. “Of course, love. I’ve waited for you for so long, and I had my part in this misunderstanding, so of course I can. I’m still on shift, but- ah, just check under the cup, would you?” He lifted one of your hands to his lips, gently brushing over your knuckles. “I’ll see you soon, darling,” he said, getting up and back behind the counter.

You took a slow sip of your now-cooled coffee and nearly spit it out at what he’d placed under it. Two tickets to Warped Tour laughed at you from the tabletop. You eyed them warily as you picked up the accompanying note. 

“Hey, love! I hope you haven’t been to Warped Tour, it can be our first first! Apologies for the strange wording. I’ll see you at 7:00 on XX/XX/20XX outside your flat, I’m taking you to dinner before we go. Plus, we can get that romantic boat ride in the clouds I promised so long ago out of the way too! I can’t wait. You must be rubbing off on me. I’ll be seeing you, love. -Hisirdoux”

Next to it was a paw print. Did he have a cat? Either way, he was an absolute cheek. You drank your coffee in silence, a new calendar event to look forward to. 

[softkuna]

playlist

›  𝚋𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚔𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘

› 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚢. 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜. 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚜. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝.

›  𝟸𝟷𝟿𝟻𝚔

You had a shit day. You got pegged in the face with a volleyball so hard, you could practically taste the concussion as you sprawled backwards. Luckily, the medic ok’d you to keep playing. Unluckily, the whole ordeal happened right in front of a pro team’s scouting manager. The embarrassment alone made you want to hide under a rock until next season. To make it all sting just a little bit more, Bokuto and Kuroo had their own games to attend, so it wasn’t like you could curl up in Kuroo’s dorm like you might’ve before. Bokuto was only in town for a few days, too, and you were certain he’d be practicing or playing the whole weekend. So instead, you sigh as you walk onto the train by campus, shooting a text to the tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum.

🗨️We lost :( I think I broke my nose. And my careeeeeeer

  Bokuto’s fingers rapid-fire replied, followed my Kuroo’s more casual pace.

  🗯️BROKEN NOSE?!! ARE YOU OK???

🗯️Wait how did u lose? Aren’t they good luck????

💬That’s a broken leg, bruh.

💬Sorry babe. You’re not concussed, though, right?

🗨️I’m fine ^^” just pulled a hina

🗯️Hows a broken leg good luck? U cant play on that THAT SHIT HURTS 😱 😱

🗨️👀 👀 👀

🗨️Bo pls

  As you sat on the train, you quietly snorted to yourself. Bokuto was an amazing player and an even better boyfriend, but sometimes you thought his muscles squeezed out a braincell or two.

💬Saw the clip on twitter. hows your face? I’m sure its still hot

  You scoffed with a roll of your eyes. Kuroo, flirtatious as always, but your reflexive smile matched the tone of your text.

🗨️If hot = busted, then sure 🙄

🗯️HEY UR HOT 😘 😘 SHUDDUP

  By the way their texts disjointedly pieced together before coming to a halt, you knew their matches started. You locked your screen with a sigh. Whether it was the ace’s ADHD-induced impulse thoughts or the blocker’s humorously blunt honesty, the two had always managed to spike your spirits high and block the anxieties that crept over the net. Without their distractions, the day replayed in 4K across the theater of your mind. Back slumped against the seat, you could feel the heaviness of it drag you down to the ocean floor.

  But now here you were, walking to your apartment with no reprieve from the disappointment. Rather than doing your adult responsibilities like clean, cook, or generally care past a shower, you slept. It was a deep, blank sleep. The type where you know you’d wake up feeling that eerie calm in the dead of night.

    Brightness blared next to your pillow – invading your vision as it violently vibrated against your hand. A loud ring attacked your half-concious hearing, jolting your heart like a jumpstarted engine. Quick reflexes enacted before you could stop the near Olympic vault of your phone into the wall across the bed.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me… who the hell….” You tear the blankets off, shivering at the cold as you pick the device back up. Thank your lord and savior, Asahi, for gifting you an Otter Box for Christmas.

  A gentle gasp left your lips as you saw a slew of missed texts from the dynamic duo. Oh no. Oh no. You felt horrendous. Your phone lit up as a photo of Kuroo with a French fry up his nose vibrated to life.

  As fast as your fingers could, you slid to answer, “He-“

  “-LLO WE ARE OUTSIDE ARE YOU COMING OR WHAT?!” Bokuto hollered into the mic, practically blowing out the speaker with sheer vocal force.

  “Holy shit, Bo! What? What do you mean?” Cautiously, the screen was brought closer to your cheek again, ghosting about a centimeter for your hearing’s safety.

  “Don’t you check your phone, hot-stuff? We’re going for a drive,” Kuroo honked the horn, echoing through the window and phone.

  Sure enough, the string of texts was about a drive and a half-planned plan of action. Thrilled enthusiasm rippled through you. You didn’t even think you’d get to see Bokuto this visit let alone with Kuroo! Praise the scheduling gods!

  The phone squished between your shoulder and ear as hands searched for an outfit that wasn’t your hoe shorts and sports bra. You threw on Bokuto’s old Ace’s Way shirt, and on top a near ancient Nekoma varsity jacket. Both items of which were left in your apartment from a get together nearly a year ago, “I’ll be out in a sec!”

  College was difficult. Especially when each of you had gone in somewhat different directions after high school. Kuroo, like yourself, played volleyball in university. And like yourself, nearly ripped his hair out when experiencing the hell that was Macroeconomics with Professor Mori. Bokuto was scouted play volleyball professionally, popping in and out of Tokyo to visit you two. At some point along the way and a slew of confusing budding emotions later, the three of you dove head first into a lovingly symbiotic relationship. It was hard when each of your schedules were chaotic, but worked out for the best as you all strove for your own goals while cheering each other on.

  You grabbed your bag of random things including underwear, extra clothes, and some money.  You never knew with the two of them what may happen and you learned from one wild trip to Osaka that Bokuto’s sense of direction was about as bad as you’d think it’d be.

  Half jogging, you rolled your eyes to the red corvette. Kuroo loved that thing way too much. Through the window, you could see Bokuto lean across the console to open the back driver-side door for you. The grin he wore could’ve fueled the sun itself, “BABE! LIGHT OF MY LIFE! EDGE-LINE STRAIGHT SHOT! WER’RE GOING ON AN ADVENTURE,” His muscular arm stretched to you, calloused hands reaching for you to grab.

  He pulled you you between the seats for a  bear hug, wide chest nearly eating you whole. He was as toasty as always. Or maybe it was just your cheeks. Either way, you were happy to see him, “Missed you, Bo! Sorry for missing the texts.”

  “You were asleep weren’t ya?” Kuroo turned in the driver side, a hand finding its place at the crown of your hair. The lazy pique of his own lop-sided smile greeted your playful glare, which melted into a nod and a sigh. The look he gave softened at the navy-coated aura rolling off you in waves. He stroked your hair once, poking your cheek as his hand passed it, “You’re here. ‘s all that matters. Now, Hoots over here can shut up about your nose, which is… a little fucked up, wow.”

  “You don’t say?” Your expression dead-panned as Bokuto pulled back from you to examine the swollen cartilage. While you wanted them to see the game, you were absolutely glad that they didn’t. Bokuto would have barreled down the bleachers had he seen your wipe out in person. Actually, you recalled a snap from Atsumu; the camera pointed to the tile of a locker room, Bokuto’s howling in the background with a simple caption of ‘You good?’  

  Pulling away from the ace, you sat back into the middle seat, arms resting on the leather between the passenger and driver sides. Kuroo drove with his hands low on the wheel, long digits thwacking the steering wheel to a silent beat. You glanced between the two, suspicious of their matching expressions. You dared ask, “Why’s it so quiet?”

  “Are you saying-“ Kuroo began.

  “-you want some tuunesss?” Bokuto ended giddily.

  He readily tapped a button on his phone, shielding the screen from you protectively. Kuroo’s gaze darted between the dash screen and the road, waiting for whatever shitpost song Bokuto most definitely was about to put on.

  “Guys… what are you-“

  A record scratch.

  I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me.

  “You’re fucking kidding me! Turn it up, turn it up!” Your hand bulleted to the volume, body squeezing past the two to crank up Cascada’s Everytime We Touch until the windows rattled. Kuroo and Bokuto shared a knowing, toothy smirk. Bingo.

  “Forgive me, my weakness, but I don't know why

Without you, it's hard to survive!”

  Duetting with the utmost of dramatics, you and Bokuto reached for some imaginary lover escaping in the distance, opposite hand grasping near your hearts. Kuroo snickered, forever and always amused at how weirdly in-sync the two of you could be. Watching both of you thrash wildly together was probably the most endearing thing he’s seen all day.

  The silveret pumped his fists as you both scream-sang the modern masterpiece. His large hands enveloped yours with enough theatrics to shake the emotion into the chorus:  

  “'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling

And every time we kiss, I swear I could fly

Can't you feel my heart beat fast? I want this to last

Need you by my side

'Cause every time we touch, I feel the static

And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky

Can't you hear my heart beat so? I can't let you go

Want you in my life!”

  The palm of your hands smacked into their biceps at the last lines, letting the 2000’s synth twinkle into your veins. The vibes in this vehicle were immaculate. Waves that crashed over you, drowning you earlier in the day, receded, leaving sun-warmed sands to dance across. The ones who paved the way were a sarcastic cat and overzealous owl.

  The song was coming to an end and you excitedly whipped between the two, “What’s next?! What’s the playlist?! Link it to me? Please?” You bat your eyelashes at them, Kuroo nudging his chin to the other. The ace hurriedly clicked a few buttons and opened a few apps, radiating delight itself, “Done!” Your phone buzzed with Bokuto’s link. The title of the playlist popped up, overpouring unadulterated admiration into your heart until it warmed up to your cheeks.

  Tunes To Cheer Our Best Babe Up To.

 It was silly, but on brand for the two. All of the songs were added within the last three hours by both boys. Each one of them an absolute banger.

  It was Kuroo’s idea in the beginning. He remembered all the times in high school you’d cry after an exam, near inconsolable until he’d loan you his headphones. Just a few months ago, he caught you throwing it back to the beat of some pop classic after you failed your first semester’s final exams. There’s a video of it somewhere, but he won’t admit to the sin. You know it because you can hear him hyena-laugh in the hallway every so often as Bad Boy riots in the background.

  Bokuto, with all the brilliantly rambunctious enthusiasm the world could give a single human being, added in every song he already had in his likes. All of which he sung with you on every trip until your voices hurt. He even added Mr. Brightside, reminding you of the time he screamed so loud during the chorus that he sounded like a donkey the rest of the day and into his next match. To this very day, the infamous ‘O ᴼO ᵒn ᵉ  TᵒOᵘCʰ’ could be heard in the locker rooms by each teammate in unison.

  You paused as the next song hit, mouth abruptly shutting as the two in the front recited, word-for-word,

  “Man, fuck.”

“What's wrong Bo?”

“Man, these kids, man, talkin' shit, makin' me feel bad.”

“Man, fuck them kids, bro! Look around, hoots, look at life!”

“Man, you're right”

“Mmm, you see? You see this fine bitch right over here?” Kuroo’s long fingers pinched your cheek at the red light, laughing as you jokingly smacked it away.

“Yeah, woah...” Bokuto beamed at you.

“You see these trees man? You see this water?” You snorted as Kuroo’s hand waved to four-way intersection.

“I guess it is okay.”

“Come on, man, you got so much more to appreciate, man.”

“Man you know what, y-you're right...” The words, lyrics or otherwise, still brought a childish scrunch to the ace’s handsome face.

“You damn right I'm right,” Kuroo smirked, taking even the smallest bit of delight out of his perfected timing, “I can't remember a time I was god-damn wrong.”

“Man, thanks, Demon Cat.”

“Hey man, that's what I'm here for.”

  Bokuto, half-joke-half-serious punched Kuroo’s bicep, eliciting a feral smirk as they went into the chorus. Bo’s arms crossed as he shook his shoulders to the beat. Kuroo threw down at the next red light, clapping to each beat. Just as the bass shook your heart in its chest, both players head-banged with all their might, car jerking with the force. You feared for the steering wheel and the threat of an airbag going off when both boys slam-drummed the vehicle’s surface. The sight of the two of them going absolutely feral elicited the brightest cackle from your belly.

  They really knew how to turn your shittiest days into your new favorites. And you’d definitely be revisiting this playlist.

[st-edna]

Petition For Stars Hollow To Be A Real Town

There are only several shows I find myself returning to whenever I need the comfort of something familiar; Gilmore Girls is without a doubt one of the top ones of the list. Ever since I have first watched it two years ago -which is a late hop-on to the series, I know- I have come to the point of memorizing every little quote without intending to. Even with me knowing what’s to happen every minute of every episode, I still consult to its welcoming story.

Gilmore Girls is a drama-comedy TV series that aired between 2000-2007; there is also a limited episode sequel titled A Year In The Life (2016) but I like to think it does not exist. The story takes place mostly in Stars Hollow, a little town in Connecticut that’s as fictional as things can get. Lorelai Gilmore is 32 year old single mother who got pregnant to her daughter Rory in the early age of 16, now living in Stars Hollow, working as the manager of a local inn. The pilot episode starts with Lorelai going to her not-so-very-friendly-but-incredibly-wealthy-and-elite parents to ask for money so she can put Rory into a private highschool so she can have a higher chance of getting into her dream university, Harvard. Emily and Richard Gilmore, the parents, are happy to pay the tuition money for Chilton Prep School, but also take this opportunity to try and rekindle their broken and distanced relationship with their daughter, and see more of their granddaughter they hardly even know. From the start of Rory’s days at Chilton, Lorelai and Rory start having weekly Friday night dinners at the Gilmore’s house, for the next seven years.

Gilmore Girls is the type of story that flows on its own. One second, you’re on episode two and then suddenly, it’s episode ten. It’s the sort of series you don’t need to overthink or need time to digest. It’s the perfect friend to distract, comfort, entertain and relax you with incredible ease. There are an amply of aspects I deeply appreciate and value about Gilmore Girls but I’ll only mention a few, so this post is not a 10 page essay of me blindly fangirling.

First and foremost, Lorelai Gilmore is probably one of the best, cutest, sweetest and most admirable characters I have seen in a TV series. Despite being raised in a literal mansion with filthy rich parents, Lorelai is anything but spoiled or shallow. Granted, we see her in her 30s as a business woman, but even with every flashback or mention of her past self, it becomes fairly obvious how her demeanor has not changed that much. She’s so free-spirited, independent and full of youth that it saddens me how I’ll never get a chance to actually meet her in real life. Getting pregnant at age 16, only to leaving you parents’ home after giving birth so you can escape the suffocating pressure’s of their standards that are shaped in accordance to the society’s perceptions, could not have been the slightest bit easy. It’s a twisted and rocky situation, kind of explains her butchered relationship with her parents, but watching how she deals with every hardship is actually so inspiring. You can effortlessly see how she can manage balance between adopting maturity and a strict discipline towards not only her own life but also Rory’s, and having the sunny and optimistic attitude that makes being around her so entertaining and irresistible. Her jokes, sarcastic remarks, openness and colorful aura are everything I aspire to be if one day I become a mother.

Just like Lorelai, the show itself also carries within it a realness I truly love. Most of shows like these, from what I have seen, can convert to being a cliche and predictable mess within only a few episodes. They can also try too hard to squeeze drama out of every tiny instance, making it scream “forced”. Gilmore Girls does a really good job by not letting it get to that point of cringey overdramatized scenarios, but also not becoming too real to the point where it starts dying down out of boredom. It’s perfect mixture of comedy, wit, angst (at times), romance and family drama to get someone like me utterly hooked and in love. The dialogues are always full of smart and substantial remarks that I sometimes take not of the phrases they use — phrases that carry comedic relief and puns so subtly that you don’t get annoyed because it becomes obvious they are trying to be funny, but also just overt enough that you don’t gloss over the joke. The most lovable balance I seek in a comedy drama.

The last, but definitely not least, feature I love dearly of Gilmore Girls is the aesthetic it has. I don’t know if this is strange to focus on, but Gilmore Girls portrays the light academic aesthetic to the dot. The episodes set in winter and autumn are always the best ones to watch and get immersed in the pretty ambiance. Rory’s freakish love of books and studying, the architecture and interiors of Chilton, Yale, Harvard, the Gilmore house, Stars Hollow… They are so aesthetically pleasing that I recall times where I got my study motivation from the mere visuals of the show.

Every character in Gilmore Girls, I can point out timeframes for when I absolutely adored them and for when I felt like I could petition for them leaving the show at that very instant. I can think of numerous times I have cried or at least got teary-eyed despite having watched these scenes over and over again. I love the warm hugs this shows gives me, I love how its friendly and intimate atmosphere is so comforting to me and eases my mind when I feel overwhelmed or distressed. I love returning to the welcoming streets of Stars Hollow, jotting down book and film names I catch between the dialogues, discovering new songs and bands, and getting lost between the romantic relationships as well as lovely Friday night family dinners.

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(WV) Pietro Maximoff x Reader - Help of hidden powers

I usually criticize myself a lot, so anything that is not perfect (in my opinion) I end up giving up, but this time I wanted to try to break that barrier that often prevents me from writing, so I just let it go. I'm sorry if it sucks. 

Sorry if it has English errors or are confused, let me know if you find something wrong. 

(And I didn't know if that agent's name was Jamie, James, Jimmy, so I left it as Jamie, I'm sorry if I got it wrong ._.)

(y/n) = Your name

(y/f/n) = Your full name

Summary

(Y/n) is a person with superpowers, she has extraordinary powers, but unfortunately she was not born to be a superhero and save humanity, but that doesn’t mean she’s a villain, she just decided to stay out and not use her powers, no matter if it was for good or bad, she just didn't want to get involved. And was she wrong to make that choice? Just because she had powers did she have to use them and be a superhero? 

But this time, she was found by an old friend who needed her help, even if she didn't want it, she has a mission now, stopping Wanda and her sitcom. 

Will she be able to stop Wanda and save people trapped in the sitcom? But what about when she finds her first boyfriend that is supposed to be dead? How to pretend to be a sitcom actress and not let Wanda find out why she is there? Will things work out in the end? 

(I'm not the best at making summaries, I need to improve this)

Word count: 2268

Warnings: I think none? Maybe spoilers?

Wanda has gone too far with her sitcom program, kidnapped an entire city with people to be citizens, took Vision's body and resurrected it in some way, raised her own children and somehow resurrected her brother, in addition to now having increased her barrier, someone has to do something to stop it all.

Through contacts, Monica and Jamie find someone who can help them, someone who has been hiding in the shadows for years, someone who can help end it all.

Jamie and Monica have just arrived at the meeting point, and a 28-year-old woman emerges from the shadows of trees, she was wearing a black tank top and jeans jacket, she was wearing leggings, and she wore blue sneakers with no laces, but what caught attention the most is that she wore a necklace and two bracelets on each wrist, all these accessories seemed simple, made with leather cords and each one had a single stone, each with a different color, she looked nothing more than being someone normal.

- So, are you (y/f/n)? - Jamie asked the woman in front of him, who nodded positively but hesitantly. 

A friend, or if you can call it that, maybe more to old acquaintances? Went to find (y/n) and told about the whole story of what was going on, and that they needed her.

- Are you the agents of the sword? - (y / n) asked the two strangers in front of her.

- Yes, we are. - Monica replied firmly. - I believe that whoever contacted you already told you about the whole situation.

- I think so. Wanda created a world of sitcom, kidnapped a lot of people to be the population of Westview, took the body of the Vision that was in the Sword and resurrected him, also had twin children and now apparently has revived her brother Pietro. 

- Yeah, it seems to me that you really know things. - Jamie exclaimed, impressed by the amount of things that woman knew.

- And how exactly do you expect me to end this? What exactly do you know about me?

- Enough to know that you could easily defeat Thanos if you were a real heroine. - (y / n) looked at the floor, understanding what Monica meant.

- But I guarantee that I'm not a villain, I just don't think I can help people when I can destroy more than save. - (y / n) argued why she shouldn't be a hero when her powers could save thousands, in fact billions of people.

- It is better not to waste any more time on this, Wanda is there and we need you to go in there, talk to her and make her end this. - Monica guided while pointing to them to go to the car that was not far from there.

- I didn't want to say anything, but I've heard of some attempts by Sword, and I think that talking or threatening her won't do any good. - (y / n) said while walking and opening the back door of the car.

- And you have a better idea? - Asked Monica.

- I can't say that I have yet, but if talking to her didn't work before, why would it work now? - After thinking for a few seconds, (y / n) answers the sword agent's question.

- Because you dated Pietro, you were close to Wanda, you must know more about her than we do. - Jamie replied looking back, since he was in the passenger seat, it was okay for him to look.

- Just because I dated Pietro, it doesn't necessarily mean that I was close to Wanda. - (y / n) said in a lower tone, remembering painful things from the past.

The three ended up being silent in the car until they reached the barrier.

- So we're here. - Jamie said pointing to the giant red barrier.

- It seems so. - (y / n) replied looking at the barrier in more detail, how did Wanda have powers for that?

- You already know what to do. - Monica said, and (y / n) nodded, and took a deep breath.

- I think I do. - And so she took a step forward and started to cross the barrier. It was difficult at first, but she managed to cross the barrier without harming herself.

She looked around, and realized she was close to some circus place? And then she looked at herself and realized that she was wearing the same clothes. 

"If I'm right, it’s the 2000s, maybe it’s better to blend in with the style here”

Upon snapping her fingers, her outfit changed to jeans that were wider at the ankles, wore a shod clog on her feet and had a white shirt that was too short and tight for her taste, and her hair had some white and blue highlights .

"It's certainly not my style, but I think I can disguise myself as such."

When walking (with a few stumbles) through the amusement park, she noticed that there were only employees there, that they only did the same things? It's like they're bugged. It was very strange, but for now she had to pursue her goal, to find Wanda. It shouldn't be hard to find, since she would probably have some kind of energy around her.

"Come on (y / n), you can do this, you're just a little rusty."

(y / n) moves her left hand, where her bracelet with the aquamarine stone stayed and presses her index and middle finger on her temple, the stone began to emit a blue glow, focusing on auras, in a short time she could already see a very strong scarlet aura, probably from Wanda. By locating Wanda's aura, she can also see 4 other auras, 2 were very fast, 1 resembled Wanda's, and a different one, an aura that was not of a human, was probably Vision.

Knowing where these 5 auras were, (y / n) with her right hand where the moonstone bracelet was located, she made a portal, which made the stone emit a light that changed faintly between white, blue and yellow, and so she was there, very close to the Maximoff's house, but a place where no one would notice her.

Arriving on the street, she passed some people who acted in a strange way, and when crossing the street, she was at the door of the Maximoff's house, (y / n) could hear voices and screams animated by something.

"Come on (y / n) act like you're really a sitcom actress"

[Meanwhile, on the other side of the barrier…]

Jamie and Monica were on the other side of the barrier, still looking for other ways to break the barrier in case (y / n) failed in her mission. Both were watching the sitcom on a television they had gotten.

- Has she appeared yet? - Monica asked Jamie, who shook his head negatively.

- Not yet. Will she be able to get there?

Monica just responded with a shrug, turning her attention to the television when she heard the doorbell at Wanda's house ring.

- Are we waiting for someone? - Vision asks to no one in particular.

- Well, not that I know of. - Wanda replies, while Pietro and Tommy said "I'll get it!"

And when they open the door, (y / n) appears and in the background you can hear the sounds of shouting and clapping, celebrating her appearance.

- (y / n)? Is it really you?? - Pietro asks incredulously when he sees that woman in front of him.

- Yes, it's me. - (y / n) stutters slightly, but nothing very noticeable, and smiles at the man who answered the door.

Pietro, who seemed to be very excited, runs a few times around the house before hugging (y / n) tightly, which made (y / n) feel emotional and also feel suffocated by the grip of her former boyfriend.

But the moment is spoiled with Vision clearing his throat and asking.

- Sorry to ruin the moment between you, but who exactly are you? - Vision points in the direction of (y / n)

- I am (y / f / n), I am-

- My girlfriend - Pietro replies before the woman can finish and puts one of his arms around her waist.

- I mean, I was Pietro's girlfriend. - (y / n) feels embarrassed by the display of affection in front of other people, and gently removes Pietro's arm.

- Cool! - Billy and Tommy say, and start asking several questions to the woman who had unexpectedly shown up at their home. "Where are you from?" "How old are you?" "How did you meet Uncle Pietro?" "Why aren't you his girlfriend anymore?"

- Boys, please don't ask so many questions. - Vision scolds the boys, and takes them inside, leaving Wanda alone with Pietro e (y / n).

Wanda, who until that moment looked like "What's going on here?" finally decides to say something.

- What are you doing here?

- Well, it's a long story, but… after I finished my studies at college, a colleague of mine had said that she knew where Pietro currently lives, and I thought about visiting, because… I missed him.

(y / n) explains, hoping to have been convincing enough, and trying to use her powers to be able to manipulate Pietro and Wanda's mind, so that what she had said would make sense in their memories.

- I don't remember that you went to study- Wanda started to question, but her question was cut by Pietro.

- Did you miss me?

- More than you can imagine. - In the background there are sounds from the audience saying "Awww"

The two look at each other and approach to kiss, but are interrupted by Billy and Tommy who say "Ewww, they are going to kiss", which makes the audience laugh, and makes Pietro and (y / n) ashamed.

The events go on, (y / n) is invited to enter the house, she exchanges looks with Pietro, Billy and Tommy are chattering, Wanda and Vision are confused with what is happening, until Billy asks if (y / n) could go to the amusement park together with them, Pietro says "Of course," Vision said "For me, it's okay" and Wanda was apprehensive, but in the end she said it was okay.

When it gets dark, there they are in the amusement park, the children together with the bigger child Pietro were very excited, mainly to win in the games that were there.

Pietro obviously won several because of his powers, so he gave several stuffed animals to (y / n) who absolutely loved stuffed animals, but was a little lost with all the rush. Of course, Pietro also took a lot of cotton candy, and shared some with his nephews.

- Billy and Tommy, could you go with your mom and dad and leave me and (y / n) alone for a few minutes? - Pietro asked his nephews, and they stated, disappearing quickly using Tommy's powers.

- So, I- The two spoke at the same time, and ended up laughing at the coincidence.

- You can talk first. - (y / n) smiled after giving Pietro permission to speak, who smiled in response.

- So, I was thinking, I know it's been a long time since we dated, but I still love you very much, and I wonder if you'd like to date me again, if you want to.

(y / n) froze for a brief moment, and looked away before answering.

- Pietro, I- Before she could answer, Pietro runs to who knows where, and when he comes back, he is wearing a suit and has a bouquet of red roses in his hands, he knelt and smiled, besides saying a " please ", (y / n) took the bouquet and said.

- Pietro, I ... I'm just afraid that everything will happen like the last time. - She looked away with tears from him for a few seconds and when she saw Pietro again, she saw him full of gunshot wounds and lifeless eyes, which only made the urge to cry increase, she looked away and could no longer avoid the tears to fall.

- It won't happen, I promise. - Pietro approaches (y / n), placing one hand on her waist and the other on her face, wiping tears from her face. Pietro approaches his face to (y / n), about to kiss her, but she interrupts him before he can do.

- I think it's still a little early for that. - (y / n) puts her free hand on Pietro's chest, it was possible to see that he seemed to be disappointed, but he somehow understood what she meant by that.

- Does that mean that…

- No, no, I mean ... I want to date you, Pietro, I just think it's better not to rush things, you know? - Pietro smiled and stated shaking his head. (y / n) separated a little from Pietro and looked at the big circus tent. - I think we better get in before we miss the show.

- Well, that's no problem. - He smiled widely and in seconds Pietro and (y / n) were in the tent, sitting next to Wanda, Vision, Tommy and Billy.

The show went on, until it was time for everyone to return home, and Pietro insisted that (y / n) go along with them, she said she didn't want to disturb them, but said she would be back the next day.

When she leaves, the credits show up, and Jamie and Monica don't know what would happen to (y / n), well at least until the next episode starts.

(y / n) actually didn’t know exactly where she could stay, so she just went to a distant part of the city with her powers to create portals, and where had nothing, she created a small house, but enough to be able to spend the night , but unfortunately for her, she couldn't sleep, because she kept thinking about the past, her powers, in Pietro, how it all started.

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Reference List for amiibo Fighter Names (Set 2)

13) Ganondorf : Going Alone - A reference to the start of the original Legend of Zelda, the good ol’ “IT’S DANGEROUS TO GO ALONE TAKE THIS!”  And the fact that, up to Smash 4, Ganondorf did not use his sword, despite clearly having one in his victory poses from Melee.  Many jokes were of course made about this, this is one of them.  Granted, now that he HAS his sword in Ultimate, this one’s a bit outdated, so might have to see if this one needs a revamp.  I’d still be using the Smash 4 visual style though since alas, we didn’t get an updated amiibo figure for him of his OoT style.

14) Greninja : Kerobusa - A play on kero, Japanese for the sound a frog makes, and Hayabusa, the last name of Ryu Hayabusa, star of the Ninja Gaiden series.  I wanted to parody the cutscene from the original Ninja Gaiden where Ryu is standing on a cliffside, overlooking the tower of the big bad, Jacquio.  Given Greninja was introduced in the Kalos games, I subbed in Lumiose City and its prominent central tower for the scenery.  The writing on the nameplate is from the title screen of the original Ninja Gaiden.

15) Ice Climbers : ParkaPower - Not really any sort of major reference here, I mostly stuck to the source game for this one, and just referenced that they wear parkas.  Because dangit, their parkas are adorable.  A notable difference between my version and Neo’s, he used the seal version of the normal enemy from Ice Climber, whereas I used the Topi as it’s what I was more used to.

16) Ike : SluggaBeef - This name actually came from WanStan, who donated this particular amiibo to me.  Back with the earlier amiibos, I offered an incentive for anyone who donated a Smash amiibo to allow them to name the character, and they were the only one who donated a figure and actually took me up on that offer.  Their idea was essentially just how he swings his sword with the power of a baseball bat for some hefty hits, so we played around with the idea and went with making a full-on baseball card out of it.  The 24 refers to the release number of his amiibo.

17) Jigglypuff : J-Pop - A reference to j-pop style music, and well, the fact that her name starts with a J.  And she’s a balloon, so those can pop.  Multi leveled references!  This was actually the first card I drew for the project.  I originally asked Neo if he could just like, polish up my drawings with better colors and shading, and he surprised me by going full tilt and making his own version of my rough sketch.  And thus the project was born.  This went through some various bits of retooling, such as the Love Ball being replaced with a Fairy Energy symbol on the nameplate, and also revising her hairstyle a bit.

18) Kirby : dyson - Dyson, much like Kirby, is actually a brand of vacuum cleaner.  Dyson’s commercials were famous for the designer being shown working on blueprints, saying things like “I just think vacuums should work properly,” things like that.  Since it’s his most powerful vacuum power to date, I put in a Hypernova plant on his desk.

19) Link : HeroOfAges - While a little outdated visually since we now have BotW Link as the Smash rep, again, we’re in that impasse where we didn’t get a BotW style Link amiibo specifically for Smash.  So he’s still got his Smash 4 look here.  With this one, I just wanted to reference the various Links and LoZ games throughout time.  So here we have referenced Ocarina of Time (Ocarina itself), Link to the Past (Magic Mirror), Link Between Worlds (Ravio’s bracelet), Twilight Princess (Fused Shadow), Hyrule Warriors (Link’s scarf), Skyward Sword (Beetle), the original Legend of Zelda (8-bit Wooden Sword), and the Oracles games (Harp of Ages).  Neo added some extra details on each reference as well.

20) Little Mac : Jr.Whopper - Basically just a play on, if Little Mac is to Big Mac, what would you call the Whopper equivalent?  Burger King for a long while was my go-to for fast food, though these days I probably prefer Sonic.  Still, the joke was too good to pass up.  Still amused Neo snuck the actual Burger King “King” mascot on there on his version, haha.  I have no idea why I had so much trouble drawing Little Mac’s hair, I was probably way overthinking it...

21) Lucario : AttackTurn - Yu-Gi-Oh! is one TCG I have a tendency to return to every now and again.  Given the Egyptian theming it has, it seemed a good fit for Lucario, who has an Anubis kind of feel to him visually.  Thus I set about trying to find a card that made sense as a reference to how Lucario works.  “Psychic Blade” was the best I could find.  You equip it to a monster, then pay life points in multiples of 100, up to a max of 2000.  The equipped monster then gains that much Attack and Defense.  Thus, somewhat similar to the concept of Lucario’s aura, as he gains more attack power the more damage he’s taken.  For the final card, we changed the name to “Aura of Psychic Blade” to more reference his aura.  Neo added a lot of clever references in the “card info” parts of this one, such as having the Pokémon artist shown as the illustrator, a card number referencing the Hoenn games where Lucario originated, all nice little easter eggs.

22) Lucas : Tomato Kid - Given the long time wait for an official localization of Mother 3 (I forget, DID one ever get announced?), fans took it upon themselves to make their own translation.  One of the more prominent ones I’d heard about was done by someone going by Tomato.  And thus, since in Earthbound we had Orange Kid and Apple Kid, we now have Tomato Kid.  There’s not too much else to detail here.  I literally copied a screenshot of Mother 3 pixel by pixel in Visio Home for this.  I couldn’t resist having the frog in the car, it’s just too weirdly cute.

23) Lucina : #FixFate - I admittedly don’t have a whole lot of Fire Emblem knowledge, so I had to just go with what references I could pull from.  Lucina’s game came out fairly close to around the same time as that Fire Emblem / SMT crossover type game.  Tokyo Mirage Sessions I think it was?  All I really knew about it was some of the visual style of the colored shadows walking around.  Given Lucina does have some time travel elements to her, going through time to fix her family’s past, her being in modern day Shibuya and texting on a smartphone doesn’t seem too out of the question... (okay it probably totally is but work with me here).  I snuck in a Persona 4 reference with the Calorie Magic ad, as well as a more general SMT reference with the Jack Frost phone charm.  Neo suggested adding a Splatoon ad in the background on the Shibuya tower.

24) Luigi : ReaL2401 - This is a reference to a big ol’ rumor inducing message people claimed to see on the star statue in the back garden of Peach’s castle in Super Mario 64.  Supposedly, the plaque on it said “L is Real 2401.”  People thought it was a hint to Luigi existing somewhere in the game.  Later, more well defined images showed the plaque to just likely say “Eternal Star.”  So I had the idea of Luigi leaving the message as a graffiti tag.