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luciddownloading · 7 months

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Mercury Aspects and Sense of Humor

Aspects to your Mercury (as well as its sign and house placement) say a lot about your sense of humor: how you're funny and what you find funny. If you have many varying aspects to Mercury, you express your humor in many different ways. You also might just be ridiculously funny.

Sun conjunct Mercury: The Funny Guy (or Gal). These people identify with their humor so they seek a lot of validation for being funny. This can make them a constant Joker. "Why so serious?" they ask. "Because everything isn't a damn joke!" you may reply. But, they like taking the piss out of everything and everyone, themselves included. This can be a source of insecurity, too, though. They may feel as if they are always being laughed at, not with, even when it's not convenient.

Moon-Mercury aspects: Naturally funny. Seriously, some of the most hilarious people you'll ever meet (I might be a little biased as I have the sextile 😁). Humor is their intuitive response, so they react in very funny ways, sometimes unintentionally. VERY quick-witted. Needs to feel free to joke/laugh or engage with witty people to feel comfortable. The soul of a comedian. Can use humor to heal or comfort others. Either laughs off/through their feelings or do NOT laugh at them when they're having an emotional moment or they will hurt you.

Mercury conjunct Venus: Pleasing humor. Wins people over through jokes and laughter. May be fond of "corny" humor because it's very inoffensive, wholesome and oddly charming. Can make the worst puns or lamest jokes sound hilarious. Sometimes, people laugh with them just because they like them so much, not because of the joke itself. Observers may think, "Um, calm down, he/she isn't that funny." Very common with their love interests or people they date. Easily falls for very witty individuals.

Mercury-Mars aspects: Potty mouths. Vulgar humor that only they can get away with. If people are rubbed the wrong way, it only amuses them more. An expert at making sex jokes or telling hilarious stories about their sex lives. Funny people of their preferred sex(es) turn them on. Savagely skilled at sassy comebacks that will shut the other person up. Legendary roast sessions or reads. Can go on very funny rants whenever they are pissed off or worked up.

Mercury-Jupiter aspects: The clown. Big and broad humor. Loves being a silly goose. Doesn't care if you find it funny or not. It's hilarious to them! Most likely to have an unstoppable laughing fit over something stupid. Will fail the "try not to laugh" challenge. They can't hold it in! Their humor is like sunshine on a cloudy day. Like to uplift people with jokes. Even their laughter is like a healing medicine. Possibly has a distinct laugh and a huge one, at that.

Mercury-Saturn aspects: Dry wit. The absolute masters of sarcasm. It's like their second (or native) language. People sometimes don't know when they're joking and take them seriously. On the flip side, they get really annoyed when people make a joke out of something that they're taking seriously. Sophisticated humor. If American, they might really love British humor and comedians. Making jokes out of difficult situations but in a cynical or "I hate my life" way. Only gets funnier as they get older. Takes things less seriously with age and learns to use humor as a coping strategy.

Mercury-Uranus aspects: Offbeat humor. Other people sometimes don't "get" their humor. Can feel alienated in that way until they meet a fellow weirdo who laughs at the same things they do. Then, it's like "Thank God! I've found my people!" Super-quick, when it comes to telling jokes, comebacks, or getting the joke. Will laugh at things that go over other people's heads. Comedic genius: brilliant bits or wild one-liners. Might get off on controversial jokes or laughing at things they know they shouldn't. Frequently guilty of knee-jerk laughter in inappropriate moments.

Mercury-Neptune aspects: A chameleon-like wit. Can be dry, goofy, odd, offensive or wholesome in their humor, depending on the environment/audience. May write very funny screenplays or novels or be a great comedic actor. The hilarious main character of their own ongoing movie. Tells a lot of jokes to themselves, in their head or in private. Most likely to laugh out loud in public at an internal joke and look a bit crazy. Cracks themselves up. May imagine cracking others up or getting caught up in wacky situations.

Mercury-Pluto aspects: Dark comedy. "Wow, that was fucked up. Funny but fucked up." Might tell themselves that or be told that by others. Can keep some jokes to themselves because other people couldn't handle them. May think they're just joking around but destroys someone psychologically and triggers their trauma with a single quip. Sometimes, though, that's the intention. Mean streak may come out via humor in a way that horrifies them or they regret later. Or they just own it. SHADE, okay? More shade than a oak tree. It's giving Real Housewives or Tiffany Pollard. "Hilarious reality show villain" energy.

#mercury in astrology #mercury aspects #mercury astrology #sun conjunct mercury #mercury conjunct venus #mercury mars aspects #moon mercury aspects #mercury jupiter aspects #mercury saturn aspects #mercury uranus aspects #mercury neptune aspects #mercury pluto aspects #astrology #astrology observations

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otaku553 · 2 days

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Remember when I said I was cooking a Really self indulgent au?

Here it is! In which Ace picks up a different shipwrecked masked aspiring adventure-novelist on Sixis :)

Spade Pirates’ First Mate Sabo AU

Except Sabo and Ace both don’t realize it’s each other because Sabo still has amnesia and Ace can’t recognize Sabo after 7 years because of the mask

This came from the writing prompt someone gave me of Sabo and Deuce interaction and once I got thinking about them I was like. There’s too many parallels. And couldn’t stop thinking about it

In this AU Sabo doesn’t get saved by Dragon, washes up onshore on Goa before he dies, and survives to set sail again a week or so later, but still has amnesia. Realizing that sailing alone as a ten year old is pretty unfeasible though, he stops sailing after the first few islands and lives as a feral forest child on his own for the next seven years until he feels ready and strong enough to try again.

He chooses his own name, Tage (pronounced taj), based on the assumption that Sabo is his last name and his belongings are too ruined to read his given name :) credit to whery for the name pun idea it’s absolutely genius

I might do some short comics for this if I ever get around to it but for now it’s just a loose collection of ideas!

#one piece au #sabo #portgas d ace #asl brothers #the mask is based on phantom of the opera and the rest of the outfit was me trying to make him look more like a pirate #got rid of the top hat and cravat because I think those would be some pretty clear giveaways but I like the wide brim boater hat #most of his clothes are more ill fitting because he either refurbished them from trash or stole them from the rich #this is also just an excuse to give sabo the blue gentleman epithet I keep on seeing. I really like that epithet lmao

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likethecastle · 2 years

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the doctor really is just. character of all time. at their core they’re decent and truly appreciative and loving of the universe and everyone in it, but also a morally-gray, hypocritical bitch. they’re simultaneously a genius and an absolute dumbass. they’ve had upwards of thirteen personas who could ostensibly all be different characters except they’re also all exactly the same. puns. they could fight god and win and then be sad the next day about a restaurant being out of whipped cream. they’re a fool. they’re a criminal. they’re annoying to a point of pride. they’re occasionally terrifying. they care so very much. they’re an otherworldly being beyond comprehension but also they’re just a guy. they’re every gender and sexuality at once while also being none of them. they’re in love with the spaceship they drive around for a living. they can’t actually drive said spaceship

#[slaps the doctor] this bad boy (gender-neutral) can fit so many contradictions #yes they're a fucking mess but they *do* keep trying and that's what matters <3 #doctor who #**#yeah im tangentially still caerdroia-posting why do you ask

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tournament-of-ninjago · 4 months

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ROUND 5 (FINALS):

THIS IS SO EXCITING YOU HAVE NO IDEA

SPREAD THIS TO EVERY CORNER OF NINJAGOBLRRRR

keep reading for propaganda!

ZANE:

he’s a triple threat! he’s cute! he’s smart! and he can kick! your! ass!

he’s an absolute genius though like most of the time he’s the one who stops his buddies (the ninja!) from doing stupid things and also he’s always the one to come up with the most logical solution (even though the ninja don’t always listen to him) and i feel like he isn’t given enough credit for this :(

also! he is very much the sweetest kindest purest nindroid (or person) you will ever find in ninjago like HOW MANY TIMES has he sacrificed himself for the sake of his friends? and he is THE! ICE! NINJA! how cool is that (pun intended)

COLE:

MASTER OF EARTH BABYYYY he’s like the strongest one there but also the kindest ones. like he’s always the one to bond with the children and the animals (cases in point rocky and little wu and krag). he could bash your head in at any given moment but he can also be the sweetest guy ever

AAAAAAAAAAAH ITS THE FINALS ITS THE FINALS WOOHOO

#ninjago #lego ninjago #character tournament #ninjago poll #tonc #tournament poll #fandom polls #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #pulling out ALL the tags

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its-time-to-write · 11 months

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I love your writing! Can I request a Jamie tartt x reader where the reader is a famous actor or musician and it’s like the team meeting them or the media finding out? Thank you!!

I loved this! Thanks for requesting!

you know, you’ll always know me

“Jamie Tartt has been spotted around Manchester with lead singer and songwriter from band Room 17,” Isaac reads aloud. He snaps the paper shut and looks at Jamie. “Oi, when did you have time to go to Manchester?”

Jamie shrugs. “I dunno, mate, two nights ago?”

There’s a clamor of disbelief from the team throughout the locker room.

Colin’s voice cuts through the din. “Mate, that’s a four-hour drive. You drove eight hours to hookup with a famous singer?”

Jamie grins. “No.”

Isaac: “Elaborate.”

Jamie replies, “Nope,” popping the “p” sound at the end.

The boys chorus, “Aye, c’mon man, what the fuck,” right as Ted and Beard walk in.

“What’s all the hubbub?” Ted asks. “Usually that level of resignation is reserved for one of my many, specially-tailored puns.”

“Jamie hooked up with someone famous,” Sam answers.

Beard looks at Jamie. “Saw the papers. You’re way out of her league.”

Jamie puts his hands up. “That’s not what she said Tuesday night.”

“So you did hook up with her!”

“Look-” Jamie replies, “she said I ain’t allowed to talk about it in the locker room and I ain’t allowed to tell just anybody. She likes things private and I don’t blame her because you lot are a load of animals.”

Ted makes a mock offended face while Beard shrugs like yeah, that’s true.

Will looks up, thoughtful expression on his face. “Jamie, she said no locker room talk?”

Jamie says, “Yeah, why?”

“I mean, we could just, I dunno, go… somewhere else?”

“Will, you fucking genius,” Colin says, and Isaac gets up to go shake Will’s hand while saying, “Everyone, boot room, now!”

Less than a minute later, everyone is crowded into the boot room. Including Trent, Rebecca, and Higgins, who are never ones to miss a good story. Roy is the only one not present, with a short “fuck off!” at Ted’s extended invitation.

They’re all huddled around Jamie, whispering quietly amongst themselves until Isaac holds up a hand.

“Alright! Jamie’s going to tell us how he managed to pull the lead singer from Room 17, and then he’s going to apologize to,” Isaac checks a note on his phone and reads, “Dani, Sam, Richard, and Jan Maas because he knew they had a crush on her, and then to Colin because that’s his favorite band and you didn’t say shit to him.”

“Eh? That ain’t fair! We all had equal opportunity, I’m just the only one who took it,” Jamie replies indignantly.

There’s a “WHAT,” in unison from at least half the team followed by more clamoring.

“Oi, oi!” Jamie says. “Pipe down, and I’ll tell ya.

It was when we went to that club last month. I was gettin’ drinks for me and Dani, and there was this absolutely gorgeous girl sitting at the bar, scribbling somethin’ on a napkin. I was gonna introduce meself, but right as I went to say hey, she stood up and knocked both drinks out of me hand. One got on me and the other got on her napkin and I said ‘sorry about your napkin,’ and she said ‘nah it’s shit anyway. Sorry about your shirt,’ so I said, ‘it looks better on the floor.’ Guess she liked that, ‘cause that’s where it ended up.”

“That was a month ago, Jamie,” Sam interjects. “How did you end up in the papers this morning?”

Jamie grins and sticks out his tongue. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Isaac smacks the back of his head and Jamie yelps. “Ok, ok, I’ll tell ya!”

The team crowds closer. Rebecca is farther in the back, and she’s seemed strangely uninterested this whole time, typing on her phone.

“So. Turns out, she’s fit and funny, and she starts telling me she writes her own songs. And she say it ain’t a big deal, just something she does for fun, and I say I play football and it is a big deal, but she already knew who I was. Anyway, didn’t figure out who she was till after I asked her on a proper date, and I guess she thought that was cute or some shit. We’ve been sneakin around ever since.” Here Jamie smiles angelically. “I am cute or some shit.”

Ted, Beard, and Trent nod in assent and just before the team can bombard Jamie with questions, his phone dings then rings. Rebecca finally looks up from her phone in the back as Jamie checks his.

You’re calling him, so he makes a pipe down motion and answers.

“Hello Jamie Tartt,” you say. “What are you doing right now?”

“Hey babe!” he replies, team saying silent oohs and making kissy faces. “Not much, just with the lads. Did you see the papers?”

You laugh. “Yes, I saw the papers. I suppose it was only a matter of time before it got out, and I know I’m a little late to the party, but you can tell the team now.”

You can hear Jamie’s smile through the phone as he says, “Thanks babe. Y’know they’re like my family.”

Even though he can’t see you, you nod. “I do know. That’s why I’m not upset that you’re in the boot room right now and have already told them everything.”

Jamie is stunned into silence as the team whispers, “what did she say, what did she say?”

“You can put me on speaker,” you say.

Jamie does and then asks, “How the fuck did you know where I was and what I was doing? Are you psychic?”

Jamie looks up around the room and Rebecca of all people catches his eye and winks as you say, “Oh, well, Rebecca Welton and I have been close for ages. She started texted me the moment she heard you were going to the boot room. She’s known about you and me since the first night.”

The room erupts into “WHATs,” and “Holy shits,” while Jamie goes to speak again.

“Babe,” he tries, but you can’t hear him above the noise. He pushes his way through the throng and out the boot room, Rebecca patting him on the shoulder as he goes past her.

“Babe,” he says again, “you sure you ain’t mad?”

Now he can hear your smile through the phone. “Yes, I’m absolutely positive. You could have told them sooner. And I think it’s funny that you went to the boot room to talk about it. Rebecca says it smells worse than shit.”

Jamie sighs. “Good. Good, yeah. I’m glad.”

“Actually,” you continue, “this got me out of my writing slump. I’ve been writing like crazy every time you leave. Got half an album in the works already.”

“Fuckin mental.” Jamie shakes his head. He’s great at football, sure, but your musical talent is something else.

“Jamie?” you ask hesitantly. “I- you know I- I mean-”

He cuts you off mid sentence with, “I love you.”

You’re holding your phone with both hands now. “How did you know what I was going to say?”

Jamie shrugs, then remembers you can’t see it. “Just your voice, I guess. Didn’t want you to feel awkward about it. Know we haven’t said it yet, but I do. And now that it’s out, maybe you can come down to Richmond for a proper football game, meet the lads.“

“I’d like that,” you smile. “Oh shit- my food’s burning. I’ve gotta go. I love you!”

“Love you too,” he replies. He hands up, slides his phone back into his pocket, and turns to see the entire Richmond team crowded around the boot room door, faces pressed to the glass. Jamie rolls his eyes, flips them off, and walks away, laughing. You’re going to love them.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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whothecrappadoodlecares · 2 months

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So it may just be me and my personal interpretation, but one thing that absolutely infuriates me is the "Cardan is a genius for his banishment plan and Jude did a dumb dumb by not returning" idea that some readers have.

Because that plan, as it was, would only work if, and only if, Jude was fae.

In fact, Jude even thinks about pardoning herself, and how that would not work (given the current situation as she knows it).

(I will illustrate my points with extracts of Queen of Nothing (QoN), and The Wicked King (TWK) of the Folk of the Air series by Holly Black)

recap: the plan was to exile Jude, and have her return via her pardoning herself a bit later when the coast was clear (lol unintentional sea pun) of the wrath of the Undersea disturbing negotiations.

"I exile Jude Duarte to the mortal world. Until and unless she is pardoned by the crown. (...) Meaning by the King of Faerie. Or it's queen. You could have returned anytime you wanted." (QoN chap 18)

Here is where the issue lies. Jude is High Queen of Elfhame, but has literally no way to prove it. She doesn't have the powers conferred to her as queen yet, she doesn't have the trust of the people, and she doesn't have the magical inability to lie that the fae have.

Now if Cardan had proclaimed her queen, she could, but he didn't. In fact, when he first exiles her, she proclaims that he can't do that on account of her being queen, which no one believes:

"But I am the Queen of Faerie," I shout, and for a moment, there is silence. Then everyone around me begins the laugh. (...) "Deny it, then," I yell. "Deny me!" He cannot, of course, so he does not. (TWK chap 30)

Which leads to Jude seeing through the plan and pushing it away because she could not trust Cardan to do what would be needed for it:

It occurs to me that maybe he made a mistake with that phrasing. Maybe I can pardon myself. But then I remember when I insisted I was the Queen of Faerie, and the guards laughed. Cardan didn't need to deny me. He only had to say nothing. And if I pardoned myself, he would only have to say nothing again. (QoN chap 6)

Meaning for her to actually pardon herself, she would have needed to illegally enter Faerie, not get caught, get into presence of Cadan so he could confirm the claim she is rightful queen, and then pardon herself publicly. Of course many of those steps are dangerous, and she has no reason trust Cardan.

If at any point she was caught in Faerie before being pardoned and confirmed queen by Cardan, well, it pretty much almost happens in the book.

"Clap her in chains," says Randalin. Never have I so wished there was a way for me to show I was telling the truth. But there isn't. No oath of mine carries any weight. (QoN chap 16)

The only thing that stops them from trying to arrest or kill her?

"Whatever do you mean?" Randalin says. "She's-" "She is my wife," Cardan says, his voice carrying over the crowd. "The rightful High Queen of Elfhame. And most definitely not in exile." (QoN chap 16)

Cardan even seems to be aware of it at one point (a couple hours before he names her queen in fact):

"Since you're mortal, Jude, I cannot hold you to your promises . But you can hold me to mine: I guarantee you safe passage. Come back to Elfhame with me and I will give you the means to end your exile." (QoN chap 13)

Okay, so the plan was flawed, but why make it then?

"Let me remind you that I didn't know you'd murdered my brother, the ambassador to the Undersea, until that very morning," he says. "My plans were made in haste. And perhaps I was a little annoyed. I thought it would pacify Queen Orlagh, at least until all promises were finalized in the treaty. By the time you guessed the answer, the negotiations would be over." (QoN chap 18)

So we get the entire picture: the entire thing was a hastily made plan with expected flaws (Cardan's lack of undertanding of the treatment of mortals and the consequences thereof on Jude's decisions), born from the miscommunication and lack of communication between them, that ultimately worked, only with a couple hiccups.

It makes sense to their characters, to where they are in their character growth, individually and as a couple, to their understanding of each other.

Jude, who has figured out, manipulated, and maneuvered entire coups to take the throne and subsequently took one of the highest political positions did not suddenly become an idiot ignorant of political maneuvering. And Cardan, who did not expect, want, or even took over the functions of the throne if he didn't absolutely have to, did not suddenly become a political genius.

Instead, Jude, who often works alone, trusts only herself, and consequently does not report everything to Cardan, accidentally put him in a difficult position, and Candan, who has yet to really work with Jude and take into account her limitations and differences, did not take them into consideration in the plan he had to come up with on the fly. And then the complete lack of communication (and trust) aggravated the problem.

Lo and behold, what happens after their reunion? They start working together, communicating better, and developing trust.

Character development stemming from an incident caused and aggravated from their flaws. Aka good storytelling.

I.e. when the political fantasy book with a sprinkle of romance in the background actually brings the romance to the foreground and starts working on the couple.

This is of course, my own interpretation at the end of the day.

#queen of nothing #the wicked king #the folk of the air #jude cardan #jude duarte #jude x cardan #cardan greenbriar #the exile #holly black

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webslingerofthegalaxy · 7 months

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RANT TIME

Okay, unpopular opinion that no one asked for but I have nowhere else to vent it so you're stuck with it time. I HATE the animated trolls shows, The Beat Goes On and Trollstopia. With a burning passion. I will admit, TBGO wasn't as bad as Trollstopia imo, but it was still bad. Why, you may ask?

Allow me to explain.

First off, let's start with TBGO. Now, since this comes after the first movie and we don't have a lot of context beyond it, I let a lot slide. But the main transgression I have is that this show brought Creek back. CREEK. Of all the MISERABLE LOUSY PATHETIC COWARDS to resurrect, they picked CREEK. WHY. Why was this necessary???? He adds nothing to the story beyond an annoying presence that makes me want to hurl my device like Captain America's shield. AND THEN, they make Branch the bad guy for not trusting him immediately. OF COURSE HE DIDN'T TRUST CREEK, THE SLIMY POS SOLD EVERYONE OUT TO SAVE HIS OWN SKIN. DID EVERYONE FORGET THAT!?!?! And then this leads to Branch having to APOLOGIZE to Creek and then eventually to them sort of becoming friends. THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN. Every episode he was in I could feel myself losing braincells.

If you thought that was alot, stick around for my rant on Trollstopia because holy shit, where do I begin?

Now, the idea behind Trollstopia is actually a good one. Like hey, everyone is so spread out, how about a group from every tribe comes to live in the middle which happens to be Pop Village? Genius! And I will admit, in the beginning it seemed promising! And then, they fucked it up.

How, you may ask?

Simple. My point can be simplified to 2 main subjects:

They put WAAAYYYY too much effort into Poppy's relationships with literally EVERYONE ELSE and nowhere near enough into her relationship with Branch, HER BOYFRIEND.

They absolutely, totally, 110,000% DESTROYED Branch's character.

I shall now explain my stance. First off, we have point #1. Now, don't get me wrong. Poppy should absolutely have relationships with other trolls! She's the queen, for hair's sake! And I really did enjoy the fact that she made new friends and got really close with them. As someone who has eternally struggled with making and maintaining friendships, I loved seeing her do what I usually cannot. HOWEVER, this is no excuse to neglect her relationship with her actual fucking BOYFRIEND. Trollstopia takes place after TWT, after Branch and Poppy confessed and entered a relationship (if you wanna argue with me, look at the official Trolls Wiki, it'll back me up). But if you watch the show, you can barely tell they LIKE each other, let alone that they're dating. The show ran for 7 seasons and, out of those seasons, can anyone tell me a single episode where they were the focus? I won't even ask about them as a couple, just them interacting together being the focus! Poppy and her friends repeatedly bulldozed over Branch, his feelings, and his boundaries, constantly mocked him, and shit on anything he wanted to do. I swear at times it was like watching Trolls 1 Branch and Poppy interact.

Finally, my second point: Branch's character. They absolutely fucking took all of Branch's hard earned character development from 2 movies and a holiday special and went:

Wanna know how I know? What does Branch actually DO in Trollstopia? About every 10th episode, he shows up to offer a crappy sarcastic remark that pales in comparison to his usual ones and does one of 3 things:

Gets hurt

Gets made fun of

Acts like a total moron, and not in a cute way.

He's basically turned into Jay from the later seasons of Ninjago (my apologies Jay, I love you but you know it's true). I mean, in one episode he got his ass absolutely HANDED to him when he tried the rodeo! COME ON. The dude who caught a stick fired at him without looking and jumped in front of a death bolt to save Poppy got served by a fucking bull thing? Bullshit (no pun intended). To add onto this, when he's not being trampled and beaten for no fucking reason, he's being used for the most CRINGEWORTHY comedic relief. I mean really, there was a whole episode about how he wanted to be called a "cool nickname" by Lownote. Really? We really think that's in character? And to top it off, he gets stuck with "Skippy Two-Shoes". WHAT. THE. FUCK??? I almost had an aneurysm when I heard that. And everyone was fine with it!!!! Which leads into my last point, NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT HIM DESPITE THE FACT THAT HE SAVED POPPY AND IS HER FUCKING BOYFRIEND. There was a whole fucking episode about him getting all pissed off at the Techno Trolls for taking over his lagoon in his bunker (which I have to say I'm jealous he has) to have "raves" at like 4am. WHO WOULDN'T BE PISSED OFF??? My upstairs neighbors bang around at all fucking hours of the day and it drives me insane so I get why Branch is mad! BUT WHY DOES NO ONE ELSE? Why is it when he complains he gets told that he's being "unfair" and has to "share"? Fuck that, he was there first! It's not like Trollstopia isn't huge, they can find somewhere else to infest at 4am!

In conclusion, I hate the animated shows because they destroy the relationship between Branch and Poppy and demolish all of Branch's character development, reducing him to the annoying sidekick that always gets cheered at when they get hurt or die tragically.

End of rant. Thank you for sticking with me, I needed to get that off my shoulders. Branch is my favorite character and it infuriates me that he gets the short end of the stick all the time. Enjoy this as a reward:

#dreamworks trolls #trolls dreamworks #poppy x branch #branch x poppy #branch trolls #poppy and branch #trolls branch #branch #branch and poppy #trolls poppy #poppy dreamworks #poppy trolls #queen poppy #trolls the beat goes on #trollstopia #broppy

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nikolaidelphiki · 2 months

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Since a total of zero people asked me: here are my opinions on Palia non-romancable NPCs after playing the game for about 100 or so hours. And as always SPOILERs:

Ashura: You are my dad. You're my dad. Boogie-ooogie-oogie. I actually don't take to him as much as I should.The fact that he was the chill one in his family makes so much sense. He's such a calming presence. But of course there's the Regrets.

Delaila: Ok but why is she the few Older adult Majiri OG in Kilima? Like have you noticed that she's kinda the only one that's originally from the village? Like, where did she come from? Is she the real leader? Did she secretly take everyone out that she didn't like and replace them with people lured in my her homecooking? Things to think about.

Kenli: What happens when you don't give a nepotism baby a coming-of-age redemption arc. This guy is just trying his best. He likes sandwiches and cute fluffy animals. His best friend is the town priest. But despite it all man understands capitalism like no other (see Maji Market).

Caleri: She's a fav. Maybe I'm projecting but I too would die for my books and eat sleep and breathe in the library. Intelligent, unbothered by village happenings. Yet, keeps a detailed leger of each book bowers status upon the borrowed book's return. However, deeply unhappy with the cards life has delt her. I try to bring her all the glass bulbs so she can read into the night.

Elouisa: The only real G's out there. Sending me on impossible tasks to prove her theories and beat to cryptid allegations. Of course she's the older twin. Intelligent, bothered by village happenings when it comes to her projects. Still watches over her sister and cares in her own way. I love her.

Badruu: Comedic genius. I'm pretty sure when he gave up the bard life for farming, he realized he needed to put his funny guy hat on and has been spitting puns ever since. And yet despite the dad jokes, he asks me me, the amnesiad human for parenting advice. The absolute honor. Also, I just need to see him talk with Einar, PLEASE. The comedic fallout would be unmatched.

Najuma: I make the journey to Bahari Bay every day just for her. Because 1) thanks for the glider I use that every day 2) we are besties and 3) it's good to keep a genius that can blow stuff up on your side idk. We may have different types of Momma Trauma but we are still going to bond over it.

Chayne: I don't interact with him much idk. His dad's raised him right I think. Basically, caretaker for the entire village. Also my Shepp-in-law, grand-Shepp?? idk

Hekla: Jina's caretaker. A bit aloof at first. I also don't interact with Hekla much, but one day I'mma find out what's in the tent.

Sifuu: That's my Shepp! Also a problematic mother that doesn't really understand her child and yearns for days of adventure. And ripped. There's something to be said that she gave me an ornamental sword as a gift. Like insta-loyalty from me even if I wasn't romantically pursuing your son.

Auni: We babe who needed someone is his bug hunting club but mysteriously sucks at hunting most bugs if his item requests are anything to go by. The fact that he ran away from home for the exact length of time that his delivery shift is and wondered why no one was worried is absolutely hilarious and yes I read his journal and laughed.

Zeki: First of all, why is Zeki the only one selling toilets and they are contraband? Has anyone asked this? Is it like illegal to use indoor plumbing and Zeki has the monopoly?? Secondly, I know this fool is scamming me and when I finally get enough gold I'ma buy out him and his whole underground establishment. Respectfully, of course.

Eshe: If Eshe has zero haters, I'm dead. Just because she didn't get with the politically powerful sibling, she makes it everyone else's problem while somehow still efficiently running the village. Even I gotta admit no one's doing it like her. Another member of the problematic mom club but don't tell her she's been grouped with Sifuu. She'll pitch a fit.

Tau: The fact that there's only one of him is a crime. The only good boy.

#palia #palia game #palia mmo #i sitll haven't met subira because i'm a lonely MMO player and don't have enough resources #but the day i get enough flow wood its over #palia spoilers

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princelylove · 5 months

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Have you ever written anything with Abacchio? I feel strong yandere vibes from him. Controlling and mean, not ready to compromise type of vibes. Obsessed yet detached. Would you be willing to share some headcanons with us? Thank you!

I think I did write for him once, but not a lot. In my head Leone and Guido are roommates, and Bruno, Pannacotta, and Narancia live together somewhere else. Bruno’s all “These are my sons.” but Leone and Guido see each other more like a “guy who I happen to live with, mutual trust.” kind of thing. Leone’s a bit of an outsider (Absolutely no one in Team Bucciarati likes cops, even if Leone is an ex-cop.), I think I’m still working out how I’m interpreting him.

Leone is a cold, mean man. He acts disinterested in you, he might even pretend you just don’t exist. But is that really how he wants to be? I think Leone’s temperament depends on how badly his depression is affecting him, whether you’re in public or private, and how comfortable he is with you in general. He’s… a bit moody, pun not intended.

A totally comfortable and reassured Leone would treat you like his savior. But he’s just too prideful to really admit that, especially if you’re not in a relationship, so he keeps that to himself. Those are his private thoughts, ones he won’t express until much later on in your relationship. You’re the only thing keeping him going, the thing that gets him up every morning. I said this in that alphabet ask request I did, “Leone loves to just sit and watch you. He gives you space, careful not to step on your metaphorical toes, and just sits quietly to watch. He won’t look away if you look over while he’s giving you that stupid, lovestruck stare. He’s so lucky he gets to witness you.” and I really do hold firm on it. When you’re alone, Leone’s face changes so much, if he’s in the mood to show you how utterly obsessed he is. He doesn’t mean to get in your way, please, continue what you’re doing. Don’t mind him.

And Christ he’s obsessed. Leone’s addicted. He doesn’t really… need to stare or even just interact with you, since he can just replay it. He pretends you’re annoying him, he wants to just sit there and listen to Monteverdi, what could you possibly have to say that’s more important than a classical genius? Shut up and eat your food, have Guido entertain you if you’re really that bored. The second you’re gone, though.. Leone’s all over his stand. He’s such a degenerate that he’ll get under the table just to see how you position your legs. God, you’re gorgeous. He’d kill to kiss your real ankle, or to drink from your glass at the same spot you did…

But Leone’s not at all ready to talk to the real you, so he won’t. He holds himself over for as long as he can this way- with placeholder you. He feels disgusting for it- piggybacking off of Narancia’s jokes and pretending your laughter was at what he had to say, holding ‘your’ hand over the table and pretending you’ve been in love forever, sitting in the place of whoever you were cuddling up to just to feel what it would be like… He really has no hard limits, Leone would replay you sleeping if he could find a safe way to do it. Does the guilt keep him up at night? Certainly. Will he stop? Never.

Quick digression, isn’t that such a horrifying stand in a captor/victim situation? You can’t hide anything from him since he can just use his stand and replay you doing it. I’d hate him as a yandere, I love to argue. I hit him with the old reliable “I didn’t say that.” and he replays me, in fact, saying that. That’s my Hell.

And what happens in the meantime, before he’s ready to be a giant mush to you? He’s a cunt. A total dick. He’s physically present (Always physically present, for a man that “hates” you…), but emotionally distant. He doesn’t want to be seen with you in the slightest. He goes out of his way to drive you away- he doesn’t want you to engage with him at all. If you sit down next to him he’s knocking his drink onto your lap. Won’t even apologize, unless the glass breaks. Then he’ll just snap at you to stay still. Doesn’t want the glass digging into that gorgeous skin of yours… huh? He didn’t say anything. He’s glaring at you because he thinks he missed a piece, don’t get all worked up. (He’s staring, actually. He just looks mean.)

It’s a constant game of push and pull. Incredibly mixed messages. How are you supposed to take it when he bumps into you with enough force to knock you back (When he clearly had room to go around), but also puts his arm around you so you don’t fall while taking the train? Leone has the audacity to directly command you, but not the confidence to consistently speak to you. He wants you, badly, but can’t handle speaking to you for more than a minute- and that’s generous. Once you finally crack him it’s like he’s an entirely different person. Doting and attentive, just not very verbally affectionate. He’s very handsy.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm busy, find someone else to play with."

#I'm still figuring out how I want this pretentious bastard to sound #yandere leone abbacchio #yandere leone abbacchio x reader #yandere team bucciarati #request granted

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rebelscumlena · 9 months

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When Death Calls

Pairing: Barbie x J Robert Oppenheimer; Barbenheimer

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: Who better to be her partner for the rest of eternity than the man about to set the world on fire?

A/N: My fingers slipped.. multiple times.. whoops.. This was written before seeing either movie, so as of now it doesn’t follow the plot for either movie so no actual spoilers. This was honestly just a plot bunny that burrowed way too deep for myself and @javier-djarin. Specifically some musings on what if Barbenheimer had some HadesxPersephone vibes. Slight warning for some dark humour.. I couldn’t help myself and I blame it on the existentialism. Enjoy!

P.S. if you like this kind of writing, check out @javier-djarin for some bomb-ass fics (pun absolutely intended). She’s the real mastermind behind the genius <3

Nights in the desert were supposed to be cold, Robert thought to himself. Even in the middle of summer, it should've been cooler hours after the sun had set. Yet he found himself wiping sweat from his brow every few minutes. It probably didn't help that the bunker he was in was occupied by about five other men, the combined nervous energy adding to the stuffiness of the close quarters.

"We're ready for countdown when you are, Oppenheimer," someone stated, bringing Robert's attention away from his musings.

"Goggles on, gentlemen. Start countdown," Robert responded. Immediately, a siren rang out to alert everyone outside of the bunker that the countdown was beginning. Robert and the other men in the bunker slipped on their goggles, manning their stations. Robert was the only one at the window, waiting with anticipation to see if this test would be the winner.

Another young gentleman began counting out loud. With each descending number, Robert felt the hairs on his body stand on edge. This was it.

The countdown finished. The pulley some hundreds of yards away from them released the test bomb. And within a matter of seconds, it hit the ground.

The light of the explosion danced in front of Robert's eyes. Even with the distance, Robert could make out the brightness of the fireball that alerted everyone that the bomb had been detonated. He watched in fascination as a shape slowly formed, the pressure starting to push up and resemble a mushroom head. Robert nearly found himself saying how beautiful it was. Meanwhile, a knot in his stomach reminded him the cost of creating something like this. Was this how God felt when he was creating humans?

Time seemed to standstill as Robert lived in this moment, before he would have to hear the test results and determine if another bomb needed to be made or if they had done the unthinkable. He eventually closed his eyes to ease his retinas of the bright light the bomb had given off, and take a moment to compose himself.

"I never thought I'd see the day," came a feminine voice from behind him.

Robert's eyes snapped open and he spun, finding a seventh occupant tucked in at the back of the bunker. From the voice and legs, he could tell it was a woman. She was dressed in a duster jacket with a wide brim hat covering her face. Robert removed his goggles, hoping he'd get a better look at this intruder. The duster jacket was a beige colour, while underneath he noticed her dress was a bright pink. And despite still not having the best look at her face, he could see some blonde hair falling around her shoulders.

"You're not allowed to be here," Robert warned, looking to anyone else to gauge their reactions. Yet he noticed that everyone else in the bunker was frozen, still as statues.

"I'm allowed to be anywhere, hence the job," the woman retorted, removing herself from the wall to walk forward. Her pink heels matched the dress she was wearing, and as she stepped into the light, Robert could make out pink lipstick that was formed in a friendly smile.

"You're unauthorized personnel. You need to leave," Robert tried again, his brain working a mile a second trying to figure out who she was and how she got into the bunker undetected.

"But I want to see it for myself," the woman responded, finally getting close enough to him. Robert readied himself, wondering what her next move would be. Would she attack? Did she just want to talk? None of the above, Robert found out. Instead, she bypassed him to peer out the window.

"Your eyes-"

"My eyes are fine. I've seen worse," she replied wistfully.

Robert took another glance at the men around him, still finding them frozen in their various positions. Was this a game? His gaze then moved to the woman, still looking out the window. She certainly wasn't apart of the science team; he would've remembered if they had hired a woman like her. She couldn't be a journalist; no way a journalist would be able to get past all of their security. So perhaps she was part of the government? But not in those heels...

"Who are you? And who do you work for?" Robert whispered.

The woman finally turned to him, that friendly smile returning. It was neither menacing nor innocent, but knowing.

"I'm Barbie," she stated, holding her hand out to him. Robert hesitated before reaching forward to grasp her hand. It was cool, and he found himself letting out a small breath of contentment at feeling something that wasn't the sweltering heat surrounding him.

"As for your second question, honestly it's such a long story and we don't have the time. But just know that I've been watching your for some time, and with the success of this," she said, waving a hand towards the window, "I think I'm right in picking you as my partner."

"Partner?" Robert had to laugh. Who was this lady? And then he paused. "Wait, success? How do you know the bomb is a success?"

Barbie gave him that smile again, "You just know these things after a while. But yes, I've been doing this job by myself for some time. And it gets awful lonely, so I've been considering a partner. And you're it."

"What job?"

"Being Death."

Robert was stunned silent, his brain doing everything in it's power to process everything this woman was saying. It had to be a joke. And yet taking another look around the bunker and the fact alone of this Barbie woman standing in front of him, he told himself this was no joke.

"You want me to help you be Death?"

"Nobody better for the job than the man who's about to set the world on fire," Barbie stated matter-of-factly, beginning to walk past him.

Robert was quick, reaching out to grip her bicep and stop her. Blue met blue as they stared at each other, one with coolness and curiosity while the other held fear and disbelief.

"What do you mean 'set the world on fire'?" Robert hissed through gritted teeth. "One country doesn't constitute the whole world."

Barbie just smiled, placing a gentle hand over top of his, her pink nail polish looking so out of place and yet giving him some form of comfort. "You don't build a weapon like that bomb out there, and expect it to be used once. Your little experiment has consequences, one that will resonate throughout history."

"You can't know that," Robert scoffed in disbelief. "We're trying to end a war! We have no other choice!"

"You humans," Barbie giggled, slowly peeling his fingers away from her. When she was free, she squeezed his hand. "Don't think too much about this. I'll come back when the time is right, and you'll give me your answer then. But until then, try to enjoy life."

Robert was left watching as Barbie started to walk away, her heels sounding so loud in the quiet bunker. She walked towards the back wall, and slowly disappeared into the shadows. Robert continued to stare before being acutely aware of movement and sound. He glanced around to see that the men were moving once again, working on their machines. He turned to look back out the window, seeing the fireball had dissipated.

"Success," whispered one man. Everyone turned to him, and the young man looked to all his colleagues with wide, unbelieving eyes. "Success."

💅😎✨🔥

Robert had never been this content in all his life. He was seated at a bench that he usually occupied while he was a student at Harvard, cigarette in hand. It was right outside of the science building, and had a nice view of the campus. He would come to relax after a long lecture, sometimes work on homework or sometimes just take a moment to himself. But he never remembered being this content anytime he was sat on the bench. Something always seemed to be occupying his mind. But not today...

The sound of heels caught his attention, and he turned to see a woman dressed in a pink gingham dress, pink heels, and her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. She had a warm smile on her face, and a familiar knowing look in her eyes.

"Barbie," Robert breathed.

"May I join you?" she asked, nodding to the bench. He nodded, scooting over so she could sit down next to him. Their eyes met once more, blue clashing with blue.

"So, is the time finally right?" Robert asked.

"Just about, though we're cutting it real close," Barbie responded, adjusting herself so she could see Robert properly. "Did the rest of your life turn out to be enjoyable?"

Robert chuckled, turning away from Barbie to look back out at the campus. "It's complicated."

"Humans," Barbie chuckled.

Robert turned back to her, mirroring her position so he could take her in. "Were you ever human once?"

Barbie hummed, playing with the skirt of her dress. "Not exactly. But I've had some human experiences, as weird as that sounds."

"Extremely weird," he joked with her, earning a chuckle.

"It's another long story, which we can definitely unpack depending on your answer," Barbie said, giving Robert a hopeful look.

Robert took a drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke away from the blonde as he took a second to think. "Am I dead?"

"Not yet. You're in a coma, which would explain this," Barbie stated, gesturing to the scene around them. "Your subconscious took you somewhere comforting, which I get. This place is peaceful."

Robert hummed in agreement. "You said back in New Mexico that there was no one better for the job than the man who was going to set the world on fire. So is Death just a job for murderers?"

"No," Barbie replied, brushing a leaf off the brim of Robert's hat. "Our job is all about maintaining a balance. Nobody can live forever, that's just not how the world works. Everyone dies one day, so we just make sure that happens. Whether it's by natural causes after a life well-lived, by a complete accident, or even by man's hubris."

"Like a war," Robert supplied, to which Barbie nodded.

"I picked you because you understand the implications of death. You understand how this all works. It's not glamourous, but it needs to be done. The universe requires balance, and we provide that. We have no choice."

Robert smirked, recalling the time when he tried to justify himself by yelling the same thing to her so long ago.

"Touché. So how did someone like you get the job?"

Barbie fixed him with a wistful smile. "It's part of that long story of mine. Any other questions?"

Robert paused, looking up to the sky before meeting her eyes once more. "So then which religion got it right? Where do people go when they die?"

This got Barbie to laugh, pushing his shoulder in a playful way. "You're gonna fit right in."

"I haven't agreed to the job, though," Robert reminded her, putting out his cigarette.

"Yes you have, Mr. Oppenheimer," Barbie countered, standing up and brushing off her dress. She then turned to face Robert, hands on her hips as she fixed him with a megawatt smile. "You thought about my offer every day of your life. You decided years ago that when I came back, you would say yes."

Robert returned her smile with a more reserved one, adjusting his hat as he stood. "So I'm assuming omniscience is a perk to the job?"

"After a year of good behaviour," Barbie joked, reaching up to adjust his tie. Blue met blue once more. "But I do actually need you to verbally agree to this."

Robert paused, staring deep into Barbie's eyes before he spoke. "I accept."

Not a moment later, the aging and cancer riddled body of J Robert Oppenheimer took one last breath before going still, and slowly growing cold.

💅😎✨🔥

Nova Scotia was balmy during the summer. Robert had never been up to Nova Scotia when he was alive, but found it was a pleasant place. He stood on a sidewalk looking out into St. John's Harbour and further away the Atlantic, slowly savouring a cigarette. It was certainly better than being stuck in a bunker in the middle of summer in the New Mexico desert.

"I found coffee," came an excited voice from behind him. He turned to see Barbie dressed in a light pink jumpsuit, looking both stylish and comfortable. Meanwhile, Robert was still sporting his suit, tie, and hat. Barbie had mentioned she could help him update his style if he wanted, but then would tell him he looked dashing just as he was. A vintage man, she had said. It caused Robert to blush, and so he stuck with his trademark look.

"That stuff's addicting," Robert stated, eyeing the iced coffee that Barbie eagerly took a gulp from.

"Says the man who died from throat cancer," she retorted, taking the cigarette and flicking it down onto the asphalt before stubbing it out with her sandal.

Robert chuckled before looking back out to the water.

"They're well into their descent," Barbie said, checking a watch on her wrist. "We've got a little time."

"Man's hubris," Robert murmured.

"Indeed, Mr. Oppenheimer," Barbie responded, taking another sip of her iced coffee before holding it out to Robert. He took the drink, taking a sip for himself. He could see why Barbie liked these drinks so much.

He wordlessly handed the drink back to her, not missing the shit eating grin she had on her face at knowing he enjoyed the drink. He also didn't miss the little electric feeling he got when their fingers brushed in passing the cup, the same feeling he got every time they made contact.

It was odd being partners with someone like Barbie. She was nothing like Kitty or any of the other women he had known in passing. Then again, Barbie was completely unique and one of a kind. She was constantly bubbly and cheerful, but if Robert caught her eye at the right time, he sometimes found an emptiness. It was very rare, but Robert knew it was there. And he only knew because Barbie had once said she saw the same look in his eyes at times.

I guess being Death does that to a person, he had mused to himself so long ago.

But they still maintained their individuality. Barbie with her colourful outfits and cheery disposition, and Robert with his beige suit and melancholy look. They were day and night, and yet they had a bond that was unbreakable. Sharing looks, touches, whispers, and mannerisms that no living soul would ever know. He never thought he'd get used to any of it. Yet Barbie had managed to find her way deep into every part of his being. He'd set the world on fire for her if she asked, and that knowledge made Robert extremely content.

He was shaken from his thoughts when he felt Barbie slip her arm around his, and he looked to see her eyes gazing deep into his. After a moment, she gave him a smile before moving in to plant a kiss on the corner of his lips. "We should get going," she murmured.

Robert nodded, returning her smile. He then looked to see the coffee cup in her hand had been crushed, the plastic crevices showing deep white marks from the pressure that had been inflicted on it as coffee dripped off her manicured hand.

"Let's go, Barbie," he replied before leading her forward and into the ocean.

#barbenheimer #barbenheimer fic #barbenheimer fanfiction #barbie x oppenheimer #barbie movie 2023 #oppenheimer movie 2023 #barbenheimer fanfic

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tournament-of-ninjago · 4 months

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ROUND 4 (SEMIFINALS):

ohhhhh crap the entire semifinals is ninja vs another ninja

anyway keep reading for propaganda!

ZANE:

he’s a triple threat! he’s cute! he’s smart! and he can kick! your! ass!

NYA:

She is THE girlboss!! You don’t get to call her “the girl ninja”, you don’t get to underestimate her, because if you do it’s a grave mistake and the last one you’ll ever make. Nya is the master of water, and the former Samurai X. even though she was the last one to join the team, she’s just as good as the rest of the ninja, sometimes even better. Aaand she’s an absolute genius.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #character tournament #ninjago poll #tonc #tournament poll #fandom polls #ninjago nya #ninjago zane #semifinals

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skaikruswan · 2 years

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i absolutely adore lord meowpheus (the fic the name and the man) but it reminded me that I'm allergic to cat hair and i imagined morpheus in an attempt to impress reader pre relationship he overhears them mention that they'd love a cat but can't have one and in what he thinks is a stroke of genius appears as a cat to reader and is very confused as to why reader starts sneezing and looks upset when he's near im allergic to cat hair like he's allergic to emotions

A natural reaction

WC: 1,7 k Ao3

Relationship: Morpheus x reader

Notes: fluff, first meeting, a small misunderstanding, Lord Meowpheus

Dear anon, thanks for the prompt! As you may have noticed, I really enjoy writing Lord Meowpheus. I hope you enjoy!

If you liked this story, i have written others.

You have always wanted a cat; that’s no secret. As a child, you had constantly asked your parents, pestering them with questions. But why can’t I have a cat? What’s an allergy? Can we make it go away? No gift could compare to the glee of finally having your own cat. But nature had other plans and decided to screw you over.

You wish you could say that your dream of a cat had vanished, but it didn’t. You still spent hours watching cute cat videos, and you own more than one cute cat t-shirt. You still love listening to other people rambling about their cats.

Cats will always be on your mind. You’ve even talked to the handsome stranger about them. Morpheus. You feel your cheek grow warm as you remember your first meeting. You met him in the park, where he was sitting on a bench and staring blankly ahead as he threw bread at the pigeons.

“Hey. Do you like pigeons?” had been your brilliant first question, and in hindsight you can’t believe that you looked at a man almost too good-looking to be real and decided to use that line as an opening.

“I do not know. But feeding them is a somehow relaxing task. It allows me to rest, if only for a moment.” His voice had almost blown you away, a deep soothing baritone, and you knew that you needed to hear more.

“Well, I like cats,” you proudly announced. How you managed to keep the conversation going is beyond you.

Fortunately for you, this had not been your last meeting with him. You’ve always walked through the park, but it became special once you had your little meetings, with Morpheus feeding the pigeons while you usually talk about your day. Morpheus was a very attentive listener, and always asking how you were feeling, but rarely talked about himself. Each time you managed to learn something about him, to lure another detail out of him, you felt rather accomplished. You know that he has an older sister he really likes, an old friend living in London, and that his work colleagues are called Lucienne and Matthew. He doesn’t talk about his job, but something tells you that it’s rather stressful.

It has been a long day and jog into the park, grateful for the exercise. From far, you see a mop of messy dark hair and a back clad in black, and you smile. Sometimes Morpheus isn’t there, and you head home, a little disappointed but hey, everyone has responsibilities. This time, he’s there.

“I am glad you could make it,” he greets you, and each time he says things like that, you melt a little inside, feeling like the most important person in the world. You take a seat next to him.

“I am glad you’re still here,” you answer, and start talking about your day. It is late, later than usual, and the sun is starting to set, bathing the green glass with shades of gold.

“Don’t you think that this sunset looks purrfect?” You like cats and puns, and now you hope that you haven’t scared him off. His lips quirk as Morpheus let out a small snort, and you feel your heart skip a beat.

“It is a beautiful moment, and I am glad to share it with you.” You look forward, hoping that he can’t see the big blush on your cheeks.

Having random people feature in your dreams isn’t that unusual. You once dreamed about dancing with your crush in the rain. However, it still surprises you to see Morpheus.

“Look who the cat dragged into my dream?” you say, remaining consistent with your cat puns. Morpheus gives you an amused look, and credit where credit is due, your imagination really nailed him. He looks as incredible as he does in real life.

“I am going to be honest with you. I chose to appear in your dream.” Something about the candid manner he speaks to you gives you pause, and you inhale deeply.

“We must talk.” You almost want to throw bread at Dream-Morpheus for his terrible choice of words, but you nod, waving at the bench – your current dream was pretty ordinary, a lush park with blooming meadows and all sorts of trees. You try not to think too much about you dreaming of parks, with now Morpheus in it.

“It will sound extraordinary, but I need to explain something to you,” he begins, and now your curiosity is piqued.

It turns out that this was the understatement of the century.

You step into the park and nervously bounce from one foot to the other. Here you thought that you were just hanging out with a ridiculously attractive man, and it turns out that he’s the immortal ruler of the dream world. That would shock everyone.

You have to be fair; Morpheus has been nothing but understanding and respectful, answering your questions and giving you the space and time you needed. You still had your usual conversations in the park, and you wouldn’t change a thing about it. It feels a little like a courting in period drama.

“I really want a cat,” you groan, dragging a hand through your messy hair. A friend of yours just got a kitten and you are stuck between delight and envy. Sometimes, you really hate your body.

“I see,” Morpheus hums in thought, and you both sit in comfortable silence. If asked, Morpheus would tell you tales about places long gone and people who are nothing but dust. But sometimes you would simply enjoy each other’s company. You truly appreciate his patience, but then again, he had time to practice. Your heart is whispering for you to go for it, while your mind is still hesitating.

In your dream, you find yourself back in the park as usual, but this time, you are not alone. A lovely black cat is slowly approaching you, its golden eyes gleaming. It feels familiar, and you wonder if you know someone who has a black cat.

“Aren’t you the most gorgeous?” you coo, dropping to your knees and extending a hand. It may have been your imagination, but a smug look has crossed over the cat’s face. But before you could touch the cat and find out if its fur is as soft as it looks like, you feel the telltale prickling in your nose. Come on! You can’t believe that you’re still allergic in a dream! Then again, maybe it is a part of you, just like the sound of your voice or the color of your eyes. Anyway, it sucked.

“I am sorry kitty,” you say, blinking repeatedly as your eyes are simultaneously dry and almost watering. God, you hate your allergy. The cat lets out a concerned meow, taking one leisurely step toward you.

“Shoo!” you scream, cursing your luck. You wish you could touch it, but right now, it needs to leave, you lament internally as you let out a sneeze. The cat gives you an indignant look before hissing once, low and vicious, and then running away. This is why you can’t have things.

You wake up from your dream, disgruntled and disappointed.

You barely give any thought to the dream as you approach Morpheus at your usual spot. He simply acknowledges you with a nod and you think nothing about it as you sit down. Minutes pass as the silence grows more awkward. He sits perfectly still, and his expression is almost upset.

“Cat got your tongue?” you ask softly, only for Morpheus to let out a sound between a snort and a scoff. It’s a start.

“Did you have a nice dream?” he asks, and you can’t help but tilt your head in confusion. You didn’t expect the conversation to head into that direction. Moreover, shouldn’t he as king of dreams know all about your dreams?

“I dreamt about a beautiful black cat,” you answer, and from the corner of your eye, you see him angle his body a little towards you. Huh.

“It sucked that I couldn’t pet it. Can you believe that I am allergic even in my dreams?” you continue before it dawned on you. Maybe you could ask Morpheus to somehow make your allergy in your dreams disappear?

“You are allergic to cats?” he inquires, and you groan dramatically. Everyone knows about this, and you are so sick and tired of reminding yourself of it, that maybe you forgot to mention that small detail to him.

“Yes, and I hate it with a burning passion.” Why mother nature, why?

“I see.”

The black cat seems to wait for you, sitting on a bench, and you let out a long sigh. You really don’t want to shoo the cat again. Why did it come back in the first place?

You wait for your nose, eyes, or throat to act up, only to be pleasantly surprised when your body remains fine. Have your prayers been answered, at least in your dreams?

You extend your hand, giving the cat time to approach you. The cat nudges its head against you, and you gasp in glee. Gently, you let your fingers glide over its head and back, marveling at the soft fur. The cat tilts its head backward, urging you to stroke its chin, and you giggle as you do as it commands. It nuzzles your hand before it starts purring, and you give yourself a mental high-five. You are living the dream.

Too soon, it takes a few jumps away from you, and in a blink of an eye, Morpheus stands where the cat used to stand. You scream and immediately feel embarrassed.

“You’re the cat!” you exclaim. That explains why it felt so familiar. It makes sense that Morpheus can manipulate dreams, but the fact that he can take on different forms still surprises you.

“I am. I wanted to give you a surprise yesterday, not taking into consideration your allergy. My apologies,” Morpheus explains, and your jaw drops. That’s why he was almost moody today. You shooed Morpheus, Dream of the Endless. For a second, you want to take control over your dream and dig a hole to bury yourself.

“Thanks for trying and not giving up,” you say instead, tugging away a strand of your hair.

“For you, always.” He gives you a small smile and you feel your heart leap inside your chest. You are definitely a goner.

“See you tomorrow?” you ask hopefully, biting your lip.

“I would not miss it.”

#the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #dream x reader #sandman x reader #my writing #my sandman fics #lord meowpheus

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cuffmeinblack · 10 months

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If you're still doing the prompts, can I request #14 with Leander? If not, that's ok too! 🖤

Oblivious

Leander Prewett x gn!reader

Tags: fluff

550 words

"oh, shit. I'm in love with you??" prompt: 14. they laugh at your 'not-so-funny' jokes

A/n: Absolutely!! Obviously had to drag Garreth into it, too.

"May I remind you of Puffskein Dunkein?"

Garreth quirked an eyebrow, returning to his food with a chuckle. He'd listened to your riveting and hilarious story with the absolute best pun you'd ever concocted and he didn't think you were funny?

"Yes, the name is funny, but that was years ago. You got lucky once."

"Leander thinks I'm funny," you said defensively.

"Leander laughs at your jokes because...well, it's not because you're a comedic genius."

"What's that meant to mean?"

Garreth looked around the table uncomfortably, clearly regretting opening his mouth. No amount of pressing was getting any more information out of him, and you left the dinner table in a huff to seek out Leander.

"There you are!" you said, weaving your way through the common room towards the coiffed red hair.

"Here I am, right where I said I'd be," Leander replied with a soft smile that illicited a surprising tightening in your chest.

"I have something to tell you."

Leander sat forward, leaning his elbows on his long legs as you settled opposite him. His freckled face was painted with interest and slight trepidation; you were rarely so serious.

Breaking the spell, you launched into your story, relaying the details with enthusiasm as he blinked in surprise and an amused smile crossed his face. He laughed in the right places; that sort of melodic chuckle that made your face warm. Your grand finale, the pun which Garreth had termed the worst he'd ever heard was delivered and he laughed. A great belly laugh, definitely not deserved but nevertheless all for you.

Oh Gods, Garreth was right. Assuming you were not, in fact, the funniest person alive, Leander definitely laughed at your not-so-funny jokes for an entirely different reason. You'd been studying his face as you talked and not failed to notice the way his gaze flicked between your eyes and down to your mouth. You were also aware of the way his thumb and forefinger idly stroked gentle circles around each other as he concentrated; which was frankly very distracting.

The fact that he deigned to humour your poor attempts at comedy was...heartwarming. You got up, relocating yourself next to him on the armchair as he shuffled to give you space, watching you with wide eyes.

"Leander."

"Y-yes?"

"Do you laugh at my jokes because you think I'm funny or because of...some other reason?"

The question caught him off guard and he looked down at you with parted lips, stuttering and blushing. That had been all the confirmation you needed. Idiot boy. Idiotic, absolutely... ridiculous... bloody amazing and...

Leander stopped stuttering when you pressed your mouth against his, warmth and affection flooding your body. Those lips that had smiled for you throughout your stories were every bit as soft as they looked. The fingers that had distracted you so much during your retelling were now laced through your hair, only loosening as you finally broke apart. The funniest part of the whole encounter had not been your jokes, but your utter obliviousness.

"Do me a favour?" you asked breathlessly.

"Oh, anything!"

"Instead of laughing at my unfunny jokes, maybe just kiss me to shut me up instead?"

#i really had to try not to turn this into smut #leander prewett #leander prewett x reader #leander prewett drabble #leander prewett fanfiction

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