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rafescurtainbangz · 27 days

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Peach Part 1 of 2 (Rafe Cameron Two Shot) +18

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This was a little prompt from a conversation between @drewstarkeyslut @rafesthroatbaby and I

This was supposed to be a part of @xxbimbobunnyxx and @babygorewhore writing game but apparently, I can't read lmaoooo. I thought daycryphilia was somnophilia...

Spoilers: somnophilia (lol), secluded yet public oral, cheating, swearing, degradation, name-calling, pet names, oral (fem. receiving), oral (male receiving), ownership kink, reader's a sugar baby, rough sex, nipple play, choking, creampie, & cum play, no use of y/n but everyone refers to her as the pet name Peach, softish rafe but he's kinda mean here and there

*text messages & brief ai voice (for a voicemail)

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College!Rafe x Ward's Sugar Baby (female reader)

Word of warning, if you hate the use of "daddy", stop while you're ahead. You'll hate this. 😂

Reader’s POV:

“I mean it is a little much for Midsommers, Peach, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Ward gives you a cheeky smile as he unwinds a little more on the dressing room couch, eyes combing over your curves from the reflection of the mirror. “I love dressing you up, princess. Love showing off my little doll around the fellas. Can you blame me? You're flawless.” He winks and smiles as he lifts his champagne flute to his lips, taking a sip.

“Thank you. I love it,” you praise, running your hands down the delicate black satin, purposely running over the fullness of your breasts, guiding his focus off your eyes. “I think this will go really well with those black Jimmy Choo pumps you bought me.”

Ward smiles and shakes his head ‘no’ as he crosses his strong arms over his chest. “Do you think I’m going let you re-wear a pair of date night heels, baby? We need to buy you somethin’ new. You deserve it. Very sweet for you to be mindful of Daddy’s pocket,” he lauds as he taps the wallet tucked into the pocket of his designer blazer. “That’s just one of the many, many reasons you have my heart, sugar,” Ward mumbles as he rises to his feet, eyes trained on your body. “That, and the fact that I just can't believe you're mine,” he mumbles before his lips meet your neck, kissing gently as he works his way to your ear. “I love takin’ care of you.” You tip your head slightly, resting your cheek against his, the two of you matching each other's gaze in the mirror.

“We look good together, Cameron,” you coo. He wraps his arms around you, kissing your bare shoulder before resting his chin on top.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world, Peach. This looks so pretty on you. You're stunning. You probably need something just as pretty underneath. Don’t you agree?”

You nuzzle into his cheek, making him chuckle warmly. “You spoil me, daddy… Of course, I agree. Something pretty you can take off me later,” you flirt, just stoking the fire.

“Baby girl...” He gushes, the apples of his cheeks reddening.

“Sorry… I can't help it.”

“No, baby. I love it. Oh, I booked a hair and nail appointment for you, so I won't see you until you arrive. I have to be at the Island Club a little early. You can just catch a ride with Rafe. I’ll meet you at the car and we can walk in together. Alright?”

You fix your face, trying your best to seem unfazed by even the mere mention of his son’s name.

Rafe Cameron…

Truthfully, I was about to make my move during parents’ weekend. Then, I laid eyes on Ward. Rafe’s old man… handsome, sweet, thoughtful. It was too hard to pass up the chance to be taken care of. And, taken care of I was. Student loan debt canceled, school-year paid in cash, trips, lavish dinners, anything and everything his little Peach wants she gets. But even with all of that, I can't help but be drawn to Rafe. I still get butterflies when he passes me on his way to class or when he looks my way in the library.

Even after I got with Ward I’d still try to finagle my way into staying on campus for the weekend so I could hit up a house party or bump into him at the bar. Ward made sure that didn't happen, pleading with me to spend most of my free time at Tanneyhill. Ward is so sweet when he begs. And, how can I possibly deny the man cutting the checks?

“Peach? Is that okay? He seemed pretty happy about getting to know you a little better,” Ward smiles as he fixes the strap of your gown.

“No, Daddy. It’s perfect.”

You look down at the vanity, watching your phone buzz. Your heart skips a beat as you see his name written across it, causing the usual butterflies to swirl. How would this play out? What would Rafe say?

To the rest of the family I was just some girl; maybe someone Ward picked up at the country club or some overpriced boutique downtown. Sarah and Wheezie were too unbothered to care. How would Rafe take this? Would he even recognize me?

The buzzing stops, pulling you out of your daze as you watch the incoming call shift to missed. Shit. Headlights beam outside as Rafe’s large truck rolls up the drive just as your phone dings. Voicemail - Rafe Cameron You lift the phone to your ear, hearing that familiar voice.

You look down at your body, wrapped in a pretty pink robe; dress still hanging up in the corner of Ward’s room. It had been a long day of shopping and pampering, leaving you late. The muffled sound of Rafe’s truck door kickstarts your heart. You unfasten the bow around your waist, letting the material fall off your body and onto a puddle on the floor as you hustle toward your gown.

You step into the number, stumbling slightly; looping the delicate straps over your shoulders before smoothing out the front.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

“Umm… One second, Rafe,” you call.

“Of course.” You hear his deep voice in person, making you suck in a nervous breath. Reaching behind your back you struggle for the zipper, craning your wrist to get it to close. “Uhh… You need some help in there?” Rafe asks, making your eyes widen as you stand in front of the mirror again, looking back at yourself dumbly.

Of course, I want his help. I’m sure if I struggle a little more I could get it to word. But do I want to?

“Rafe,” you call out his name, voice broken with nervousness. “I could use your help.”

Rafe's POV:

What the actual fuck. I stand behind her, eyes falling down the length of her bare back to her open zipper. Nothing but soft skin and satin; the small zipper resting just below her g-string. I’ve gotta move slowly. No way I could step out from behind her like this. My hard-on pushes against my dress pants, straining the zipper. I let my fingers trail her skin ever so slightly, tugging the material together reluctantly before pulling it closed.

I had no idea it was going to be her when she accepted my offer… Lucky me.

“How are you, sweetheart,” I mumble from behind her, catching her gaze in the mirror.

“Umm… I’m good. How are you?” She asks sweetly.

“Great. I’m fine,” I hum, not moving from my place behind her, ambling a little closer. I can’t fucking help myself. Her lashes flutter at the closeness between the two of us. “Just came from campus.”

“Yeah? Umm… We go to the same school,” she starts, like I wasn’t painfully aware.

“Yeah. Yeah, we do. I know exactly who you are. And you and my dad are-”

“Dating?” She answers, her calm demeanor veiling her shame, just a sliver of it still peeking through. “No. We’re friends? Companions… I-”

I let out a raspy chuckle, saving her the strain as she flounder in front of me, panic painting her beautiful face. “Nah, Peach. I understand,” I smirk. She lifts her eyebrow, letting out an airy laugh herself. “He’s battin’ way out of his league with you. I must say.”

I lean in a little closer, letting the warmth of my voice fan across the column of her neck, making her head fall back slightly as she tilts closer. My large hands rest on her hips, all my primal urges pushing me to bend her over, hands on the glass, dress around her hips, my fat cock fucking in and out as I watch her go absolutely dumb on my dick. But I resist.

Why the fuck are you with Ward? You’re too beautiful... You're only wasting your time with my old man. What is he givin’ you that I can’t? Money? Is that what you’re after, babydoll?

Good thing I have that too.

“Nice to see you, man,” Kelce smiles as he pulls me in for a half-hug, cutting off my view of her. I pull him to the side, giving me the perfect sightline.

Fuck, she’s arm candy - the perfect little accessory for my old man. And he's lovin’ every second of the attention he's pullin’ from every ancient perv here. This has got to be some mind-numbing shit for her. She gives one of the old men a fake giggle, resting her small manicured hand on my dad’s breast pocket, her head softening on his shoulder. With that I feel a little spark in me… something I haven’t felt in a while. Jealousy? Maybe. Not for long at least. I pull my phone out of my pocket, sending an invitation.

She looks down, eyeing her clutch as she feels the rumble of her phone. Her eyes lift, catching mine like she knows exactly what’s to come, without seeing the message at all. I give her a knowing nod as I stroll away.

In a room full of people she knows just where I am. She's got her eye on me. Atta girl.

Reader’s POV

Well… if there was any question if that text was from Rafe or not that nod answered my question. My excitement leaves a steady pulse between my thighs as I try my best to act normally. He's trying to get me alone.

“I’m going to run to the restroom,” you whisper in Ward’s ear, kissing him gently on the cheek before wiping some sparkly gloss off his stubble. He gives you a little pat on your bum and a wink.

“Gonna finish up this conversation, Peach, and I’ll find you. M’Kay?” He hums. “15 minutes tops.”

“Of course,” you smile, nodding quickly before excusing yourself, nabbing out your phone as you step toward where Rafe was headed, rushing to read what he had to say.

Holy shit.

Your phone glows as you reread the text messages sent by Rafe wandering down the hallway as you take in each word, considering your options. Am I doing this? Should I turn him down? Let him know he read this all wrong? That he's overstepping-

“There she is,” you hear his low voice from behind you. His large hand wraps around your arm, tugging you back fast, pulling you into the dark room before slamming the lock shut.

“Rafe?” You gasp just as his lips collide with yours, the two of you running high on adrenaline; teeth clashing, tongues rolling. Your long nails scratch through the hair at the nape of his neck, making him moan into your kiss as he backs you against the wooden door.

“Didn’t even take any convincing to get you back here, baby girl. What do you have to say for yourself?” He mumbles against your lips as he paws for the bottom of your dress, bunching it up higher and higher.

“Rafe. I-”

“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter, princess. You want me. I need you. Bet you’re so fuckin’ wet for me. You gonna let me check?” He rasps, catching your moans between his lips.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want,” he taunts as his lips brush yours, his rough fingers grazing the soaked spot on your panties.

“I want you, Rafe. I want your… Fuck. I want your fingers,” you whimper, starting small, knowing full-well he’ll talk you into more; just making yourself feel less guilty about the whole ordeal by asking for the bare minimum like that even matters.

“Just my fingers. Huh?” He teases. Not buying the angelic ruse for a moment. “You don’t want my lips, doll? You don’t need my cock?”

“Shit,” you whine as your legs draw together; his filthy words fillling you ear, drunk off the taste of his lips, just thinking about more. Rafe grips your thighs, opening you up further before pressing his fingers against your sex. Your head falls back, knocking softly against the door as a drawn-out moan tumbles from your lips.

"Did that get you a little excited?" He chuckles, darkly against your neck, licking and nipping at that special spot that has you whimpering like a pathetic slut.

"Yeah."

“Yeah, what?”

“I got excited, Rafe… I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” you whisper.

“Mhmm… Haven’t stopped thinking about me and my fingers?” He bullies as he lifts you into his arms. You wrap yours around his neck, lessening the space between you further, your wetness surely transferring onto his white button-down as your legs wrap around his trim waist.

“Yeah,” you stammer, making Rafe suck his teeth and smile against your mouth.

“Stop trying to be a good girl, princess. I know what you are,” he growls. Your heart falls, breaking slightly as he hits you with the truth; Rafe opening his mouth before you can even defend yourself. “You want money… I want you. I can take care of you in more ways than one. I promise that. Got more money than him. I’m a better fuck. Let me prove it to you, angel. I know you’re a slut for cash alright. So am I. The game sees the game alright? But, you probably need proof… Let me fuck this pretty pussy, ma. Show you how much better off you’ll be with me. I wanna be your daddy. Aight? Not him. Not Ward. Rafe.”

You draw a deep breath, head spinning as he lays you back on the locker room couch. You claw for him, desperate for Rafe’s lips on you again. Rafe rips away your little lace panties, spreading your thighs before eyeing your glistening slit with a hungry groan. "Tell me what you want. You can speak. Can’t you?” He snaps impatiently as you fumble over your words. “Words.”

“You-”

“Fuck it. I can't wait - need your pussy.”

"S-Shit," you whine. “Just - Just your fingers Rafe…” He brushes your dripping folds with his thick digits, gathering your essence before stuffing them in his mouth, sucking them clean as his eyes roll back. "Let me eat you, baby. C’mon,” he pleads. You watch him wet his bottom lip, savoring the taste of whatever's left of you.

“Damnit, Rafe. Your lips too… Fuck. Hurry. Your dad’s meeting me soon.”

“Little now. Little later,” he huffs as his strong arms loop around your thighs, pulling you closer than before, lowering you onto the cushion. Rafe’s gaze stays on yours as his lips latch on your clit, sucking and brushing his tongue from side to side.

He moans against your cunt as his fingers toy with your entrance, teasing you with the chilled ridges of his gold ring. Your thighs tremble, tightening around him. "Enough of that," he slurs, spreading your legs wider, sucking and finger-fucking you with a little more muscle. “Can't wait for you to suck my cock. Can't wait to get you off," he mumbles against your heat. You look toward the door, watching a shadow pass underneath. The music blares from behind it. Is it loud enough? You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, holding back your cries of pleasure.

"You taste like heaven, honey," he pants, bumping his nose against your clit as his tongue dips into your hole. Rafe grabs your legs, slinging them over his broad shoulders, getting even closer. He laps at your pussy, devouring you. Rafe breathes deeply, taking in your scent, eyes shutting softly, the vibration of a moan felt against your cunt. He takes your clit in his mouth sucking hard, making you cry out, spiked heels digging into his strong back as you buck your hips.

"Fuck, Rafe. M'right there," you blubber. You reach for your dress straps, tugging down the top, letting your tits bounce free. Your hands instantly draw up to your chest, clutching and pushing them together. Rafe bites down on your swollen clit, making you toss your head back. Strangled cries spills from your lips. Your hands drop down, weaving into his blonde fringe giving it a rough tug as you grind your pussy on his face, feeling yourself wavering on the edge of bliss.

“Peach?” You hear Ward call from outside the door, making your eyes double in horror. Rafe doesn’t stop, increasing his pace even. His eyes flick to yours, solidifying the evident. He wants Ward to hear. Your hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your cries. Rafe reaches up, snatching your wrist as your body betrays you, eyes screwing shut at you cum on Rafe’s tongue, white-hot pleasure coursing through your veins.

Rafe works you through your orgasm, waiting until you're fully relaxed to release you with a panting breath. His mouth greets yours in a passionate kiss, cupping your breasts in his large hands. He pinches and rolls your nipples between his rough fingers before sucking down; trailing sweet kisses causing you to mewl.

"You're mine," Rafe whispers, nestling himself into your neck.

“Not… Fuck. Rafe, I’m not.”

“You are. Stop lyin’, princess. You know you are,” he subsists as he matches your eyes. “Lie to me and tell me that wasn’t the best you’ve ever had. I didn't even use my dick, baby. Imagine what I could do. Huh? I know my old man isn’t doin’ any of this shit better than me.” You fight for air, looking away for a moment before he grabs your chin, demanding your focus. “Fuckin’ talk to me. Use those pretty little words that you're holdin’ back. Enough with the games. It was painfully easy to get you in here. I know what you want-”

“Rafe… I don’t know-” Your phone vibrates, stealing your attention as well as Rafe’s as you watch back-to-back text messages come in from Ward.

Part 2 💕

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Stand By Me - Part 3

Summary: When a local ranch hand’s attention evolves into something more sinister, Rhett Abbott becomes an unlikely source of comfort and protection for you. Pairing: Rhett Abbott x F!Reader Word Count: 4.8K Rating: Mature, future chapters will be explicit and 18+ only. Stalking, anxiety, and Rhett being protective. Future chapters will include some violence. No spoilers for Outer Range. A/N: Welp, here we are a year later. 😬 Sorry it has taken me so long to update. I cannot thank my beta N, @mayhem24-7forever and @whatblogisthis216 enough for their help and support putting this together. Thank you @callsignhurricane for the absolutely gorgeous header.

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"I see you're in with the Abbotts now," your boss remarks, watching Rhett climb into his truck. "Got a phone call from Cecilia this morning about you not closing up by yourself anymore. That woman has a real way about her, all polite-like when she's handing you your ass."

“Mr. Anderson,” you start, rushing to explain but he waves you off.

“She was right, of course. I know you got that, er- fella who hangs around too much.”

“My stalker?” You question, your tone harsher than you intend. He looks down at you, surprised. There’s an apology on the tip of your tongue but you resist, meeting his brown eyes. Maybe it’s knowing you had Rhett and Cecilia on your side, or maybe some leftover frustration from the Sheriff. Either way, you don't back down from your statement.

“I suppose he could be,” Mr. Anderson agrees. “Anyhow, I’ve got Johnny set to close from now on. You go on and tell that to Cecilia now. One dressing down from that woman is enough.”

“I’ll let her know.”

He nods, patting your shoulder briefly before disappearing into the back office. You exhale and look back out to the empty street. It’s stupid to miss Rhett but a small part of you does. You’re safe in the store; there’s no need to have him here with you. He has a life of his own and a ranch to help run.

“Was that Rhett Abbott?”

You turn to face the owner of the voice, finding your coworker Sandra watching you excitedly. She’s got that glint in her eye, the one that means she’s not going to let this go easily. Wabang didn’t have a town gossip, but if they did, everyone knows she’d happily take the job. In high school, she was in everyone’s business, spreading rumors and ferreting out information. She never looked twice at you back then, you were too boring and quiet.

“It was. He just gave me a lift. Not a big deal,” you promise her.

“Uh, nope," she says, popping the p and stopping you with a hand on your arm. "We’re not going to breeze past the fact that you left your car here last night and now the manwhore of Wabang is dropping you off. Spill," she demands.

"We're not…," you start, an automatic denial falling from your lips before you can stop it. She gives you an incredulous look and you stammer out an answer. "It's not a big deal. We're, um, dating," you explain.

"Rhett Abbott doesn't 'date'," she tells you, eyes narrowed. "He has sex with whatever buckle bunny catches his eye.”

“He’s not like that,” you argue, defensive at the way she speaks about him. You know Rhett’s reputation, pretty much everyone does, but you saw a different side of him last night and this morning. You know there’s something more under that charming smile. He listened when no one else did and that means something to you.

“Honey, please,” she says dismissively. “That boy is nothing but trouble and trash. You best stay away from him."

“Don’t talk about him like that,” you tell her, voice warbling with emotion. “He’s not like everyone says.”

Sandra’s perfectly plucked brows disappear into her hairline. “Alright, alright,” she concedes, hands held up. “Just be careful. He might not stick around after he gets what he wants from you.”

“He’s stuck around the last two months just fine,” you fire back, only realizing after the words are out that you and Rhett never talked about a timeline.

“Really?” Sandra says, leaning in closer enough for you to catch the fruity scent of the gum she smacks noisily. “That certainty explains why he hasn’t been hanging around the Handsome Gambler lately. I just thought maybe he was getting serious about bull riding or Royal had him on a short leash after the last fight.” She leans back, looking contemplative. “Well, that was some exciting gossip for a Friday morning.”

“Please don’t spread this around,” you ask her, knowing full well she would. Although the idea of people talking about your personal life made your skin crawl, you knew if Rhett were here he’d say it was good. The more it spread, the more likely your stalker would learn of it and back off.

“Your secret is safe with me,” she promises you, crossing her fingers and winking.

Sandra spends the rest of your time together on her phone, chewing on the endless supply of gum she keeps next to the register. You’re normally not a self involved person but you’re fairly certain she’s texting about you and Rhett. During lunch, you send him a text of your own about your conversation with Sandra. He responds immediately with a thumbs up emoji which doesn’t help your anxiety. What if he was mad? What if he was with another girl at that time and you just screwed up this whole story?

You spend your shift distracted, overthinking what you told Sandra enough that you keep losing track of the inventory you’re working on. Eventually you give up and volunteer to work the till. An unexpectedly busy afternoon keeps your focus on the task at hand and you don’t even notice it’s 5 p.m. until you look up and find Rhett in line for your register, a shopping basket in hand.

He steps up to the counter and smiles. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you return, feeling unexpectedly shy. You stare at him long enough that he clears his throat and nudges the basket towards you.

“You gonna check me out?” he asks, his tone playful.

Beside you, Sandra scoffs. When you spare her a glance, you find her watching Rhett. His attention, though, is focused on you.

“What’s all this?” You question, taking out the deadbolt kit and some window locks.

“For your apartment. When I was there last night I saw they could use an update.”

“Rhett…” you trail off, embarrassed.

He seems to sense your emotions and leans forward, resting his elbows on the counter. “I think this is the part where you ask me, cash or card,” he whispers.

“Will that be cash or card?” You ask, thankful for how easily he dispels your discomfort.

After you’ve finished checking him out, you clock out and let him walk you to his truck with an arm around your shoulder. Once you reach your apartment he pulls out a tool bag from the bed of the truck and says he’ll install the new deadbolt while you get ready. A part of you wants to protest or offer to pay him for the supplies, while another is too embarrassed to draw attention to what he’s doing for you, so instead you say nothing and disappear into your room.

“Pretty sure they’re doing line dancing tonight,” Rhett calls out in between the sounds of the power drill. “You got some boots you can wear?”

“Uh…I think so," you half yell back, staring at the contents of your closet.

You have to get on your hands and knees and pull aside a few boxes to find a pair of brown boots. The last time you wore them was for high school graduation, back when your grandfather had been alive. You trace the delicate lines of embroidery around the calf, pale pink and periwinkle flowers connected by green vines. There hadn’t been a reason to wear them since, all you did was go to work and come home.

Tonight seems as good as any and you stand to finish getting dressed. The sundress and jean jacket are a little dated but they’re comfortable and look nice enough. Once you’ve managed to fix your hair and makeup, you return to the living room to find Rhett replacing the old window locks.

The creak in the floor draws his attention to you briefly before his eyes return to the window. A second later they’re back on you. He blinks and stands, clearing his throat.

“I think I’m ready," you announce.

“You, ah, look real nice,” he tells you, nodding. “I like the flowers.”

“Thanks. You look nice too,” you add, touching your neck self-consciously when he doesn’t immediately speak again but keeps watching you.

“Well…we should probably get going then.”

“Yeah,” you agree, watching Rhett gather up his tools. “Thanks again for installing that stuff.”

Rhett nods. “I’ll finish up with the other windows tomorrow.”

The drive to the bar is quiet. Rhett’s fingers drum on the steering wheel as you wait at the stoplight. You cycle through potential conversation openers but discard them all. Nothing feels right, and you realize that the sour pit in your stomach only grows the closer you get to the Handsome Gambler.

Would he be there tonight you wondered? Just the thought of seeing him is enough to make your breath come quickly and your hands tremble. You exhale and close your eyes, trying to get yourself together. Rhett is here.

When the engine cuts out you look up, eyes drawn to the neon glow of the Handsome Rambler’s sign. Rhett’s quick to meet you at the curb, offering his arm. You curl your hand around his bicep and he draws you close. At this time of night, the bar is busy, humming with energy and conversation. Rhett navigates the crowd with ease, exchanging brief hellos with a few people, finally stopping at an empty booth. You slide in and he follows.

“Want a beer?” He asks.

You’re not much of a drinker but you nod anyway. Rhett flags down a waitress and a few minutes later two cold beers are dropped off at your table. You fiddle with the label as Rhett takes a long swig and leans back, shoulders relaxing. When you sense him watching, you bring the bottle to your lips and take a drink. It’s cold and a little bitter on your tongue. Your distaste for it must show because Rhett cocks his head to the side with a faint smile on his lips.

“I can order you something else,” he offers. “Wine? Something fruity?”

“Maybe something fruity… honestly though this is okay. I don’t want it to go to waste.”

Rhett shakes his head and flags down the waitress again, ordering you a daiquiri. “It won’t go to waste,” he assures you, pulling the beer toward him.

You return his smile as he rests his arm along the back of the booth. His fingertips hover just above your shoulder, not quite touching your jacket. This close to him you can smell his cologne, faint and a little musky but nice. Everything about this is surprisingly nice, including the way his denim-clad leg presses against yours, warm and firm.

“He’s not here,” Rhett announces and you look up at him sharply. He’s still scanning the bar as he sips from his beer. For one silly moment, you forgot why you were even here, something that seemed impossible earlier.

“Should we go?” You ask Rhett.

You’d only come to make it clear to the man that you were with Rhett.

“What?” Rhett’s brow furrows as he glances at you. “Why? You wanna go?”

“No.” You shake your head just as the waitress arrives with your drink. “We came so he’d see…”

“There’s more than one way to make sure he knows,” Rhett tells you, pushing up the brim of his hat before leaning in close. You can feel his breath against your cheek. “Look to your right, past the pool tables. You see those men?” You nod, watching the rowdy group in the corner playing darts as you absently sip your drink.

“They all work at the Dustin ranch, including the one in the baseball cap who keeps looking at us.” At that moment, the man in question stands up for his turn and looks back, meeting your eyes. If he is surprised to find you looking, he doesn’t show it. He holds your gaze for a second before glancing at Rhett who smirks and waves. His expression doesn’t change but when he turns back you catch a brief flash of something.

“He’ll make sure Jimmy gets the message that you’re with me.”

“Jimmy?”

“Your stalker," Rhett clarifies. "After I dropped you off this morning I paid a friend of mine a visit that’s friendly with the foreman of the Dustin ranch. That’s the man’s name. He hangs out with the guy in the baseball cap, Rick.”

“Oh.” You stare at the table, trying to process the information Rhett gave you.

When he says your name softly you realize several minutes have passed in silence. “Sorry, I….” you trail off and look back at the man with the baseball cap.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Rhett says. “This is a lot.”

You nod, lips pressed together because you don’t trust yourself to speak.

“Line dancing looks fun,” he notes, taking a swig of beer. “Might be a nice distraction and you can put those fancy boots to good use.”

“They’re not fancy,” you defend.

“Hmmm, don’t look like nothing I’ve seen at the feed store,” he teases. “Come on.” He stands and offers his hand.

You let him pull you up and follow him to the dance floor as Vince Gill’s What The Cowgirls Do fades from the speakers and a soft, more subdued song plays. The crowd thins and you realize the remaining dancers are pairing up. Rhett doesn’t seem deterred by the change in music, grasping your right hand and wrapping his left arm loosely around your body. His palm rests firmly on your shoulder blade, pulling your body close to his. After a moment of hesitation, you settle your left arm on his bicep.

“It’s been a while since I’ve danced like this,” you admit, watching how easily the other couples move around the dance floor.

“Nothing to it. All you gotta do is follow, I’ll lead,” Rhett promises, surging forward and taking you with him.

You stumble a little but he’s quick to adjust his pace for you, whispering words of encouragement. Maybe it's how Rhett guides you around the dance floor or some long buried muscle memory from high school but soon enough you’re moving in sync. Then he raises his arm to spin your body in a circle before quickly drawing you back into his arms. When he does it again a second time, a breathless laugh escapes you.

“Atta girl,” Rhett says, drawing you closer.

Your skin tingles and you feel warm all over when he speaks those two simple words. The world narrows to Rhett’s handsome face, his blue eyes dark pools in the dim light. Your chest constricts, only allowing you to pull in shallow breaths that leave you lightheaded. It’s only when someone else bumps into the two of you and the spells breaks that you realize a new, more upbeat song is playing.

Rhett’s lashes flutter and he releases you, his gaze falling away a moment later.

“Beer’s probably getting warm,” he says and you hum your agreement, letting him lead you back to your seat.

Before you can make it, two men you don’t recognize stop Rhett.

“Shit, that you Abbott?” The shorter one questions, swaying on his feet.

You watch Rhett for his reaction, only relaxing when he smiles. “Smitty.”

“Heard you’re riding tomorrow.”

“I am,” Rhett agrees.

“Damn,now we gotta go to see that,” he tells his friend before turning his attention to you. “Did you know your boyfriend's one of the best damn bull riders in these parts?" He asks.

You’re not sure what to say so you just nod.

“You guys gotta come get a drink with us,” Smitty says.

“Thanks, but my girl and I were about to head out,” Rhett says, capturing your hand in his. “Y'all have a good night.”

My girl.

Rhett uses that phrase so casually, like he’s done it 100 times before. For a moment, you let yourself imagine a world where it’s true, losing yourself in the fantasy long enough to miss the rest of their conversation. When Smitty and his friend stumble away, Rhett leads you back to the booth where your daiquiri has all but melted. If Rhett’s beer is warm, he doesn’t show it, finishing it off in one gulp.

“If you want to get a drink with your friends…,” you start hesitantly.

Rhett’s quick to cut you off with a shake of his head. “Not with those two dipshits. They’re fun for sure but… trouble too.”

You turn to face him. “Sounds like there’s a story there.”

He waves your comment away, grinning with one side of his mouth. “Maybe, but it aint suitable for girls with flowers on their boots.”

The rest of the evening passes surprisingly easy, so much so that before you know it, it’s nearly midnight and you’ve all but forgotten about Jimmy and the man in the hat. Rhett pays your bill with cash and walks you to his car, keeping a hand on your lower back.

Once you arrive at your apartment, Rhett turns off the truck and leans forward to look out the windshield.

“Want me to stay the night?” He asks, leaning back.

You do, but you’re aware of just how much he’s done for you already; staying over last night and pretending with you at the bar. You should decline and let him go home to sleep in a real bed but behind him you can see the dark windows of your apartment and the words catch in your throat.

“Never was an Eagle Scout,” he starts, pulling a black duffle bag from behind the seat, “but I came prepared.”

You stare at the bag, surprised, and when you look back at Rhett he gives you that half smile of his, brow arched. You find yourself nodding before you can think too hard about it.

“Alright,” Rhett says, opening his door, “come on.”

That night you sleep better than you have in weeks and when the morning comes, you quietly slip out of your bedroom. Rhett is already up, a mug of coffee in hand. He looks lost in thought, a deep crease between his brows but his expression clears when he sees you.

“Made coffee,” he says, raising his mug. “Hope that was alright.”

“Of course,” you’re quick to tell him.

“I won't be able to pick you up after work,” Rhett says, following you into the kitchen and leaning back against the counter. “Gotta be at the rodeo early but my Ma said she’d b there.”

“Okay.” You yawn as you doctor your coffee to make it sweet enough to drink.

“Looks like I kept you out too late,” he observes, watching you over the rim of his mug.

“No, it was…” you pause searching for the right word but come up short. “I appreciate it,” you finally settle on.

Rhett nods, looking away. “It’s nothing.”

When he sets his empty mug in the sink, you head back to your room and get ready for work. Once you’re dressed, you reach for the beat-up tennis shoes you always wear, stopping short when you see your boots from last night. You hesitate for only a second before slipping them on instead.

Rhett drops you off with a kiss on your cheek and a wave to Sandra, who watches the two of you from the front window display. The day passes uneventfully, without any sign of Jimmy. A little after 6 pm the Abbotts come to collect you. Cecilia is warm and open, asking about work while Royal drives, glancing at you occasionally in the rearview mirror. You’ve only met Rhett’s father in passing and always found him to be an intimidating man. Tonight he’s mostly silent, only chiming in when you tell Cecilia about an issue that happened today with Donald Everrtt’s lumber order.

“That man’s got more cows than sense,” Royal grumbles and you laugh when Cecilia chastises him.

Leaning back and gazing out the window, you think about your own parents. They weren’t so different from Rhett’s and you’d forgotten how nice something as simple as this could feel. Thinking of them hurts like it always does and you swallow around the lump in your throat, distracting yourself by listening to Cecilia and Royal talk about Rhett and the bull he’s meant to ride tonight.

When you arrive at the rodeo, it’s loud and chaotic. The announcer booms something about the bull riding beinging soon. It doesn’t escape your notice that Royal and Cecilia keep you between them as they guide you through the crowd of people to the metal bleachers where Rhett’s brother and his family are waiting. Their daughter, Amy, is quick to question you once you’re seated.

“Are you Uncle Rhett’s girlfriend?” she asks, leaning around Cecilia to see you.

You stare at her, unsure how to answer with so many people around. Rhett had shared the plan with his parents but you weren’t sure who else knew the truth. Your silence makes Amy’s little brows furrow, a look so reminiscent of her uncle that it almost makes you smile.

Thankfully Cecilia interjects before you have to figure out what to say. “Yes, Amy.”

Before Amy can ask you any more questions, her mother suggests they get some popcorn. Once they disappear, Perry takes a swig from the flask in his boot, and when he sees his mother looking, he makes a face.

“Come on Ma,” he grumbles, but Cecilia pins him with a silent, angry look and he eventually puts the flask away, sighing heavily.

There are several riders before Rhett and you watch each of them get thrown from their bull with increasing anxiety. You search for him among the crowd of riders at the far end of the fence. When you spot him, you’re surprised to find he’s watching you. He grins, tipping his hat. It’s such a simple gesture, but it fills you with a fluttering warmth that lasts long after he looks away to acknowledge his parents.

When it’s finally Rhett’s turn to ride, you rub your hands on your thighs anxiously. The buzzer goes off and you flinch as the gate is ripped open. The world narrows to Rhett, the bull, and the sound of your own breathing. The seconds tick past agonizingly slow until he’s thrown from the bull.

Dust flies and the bull stomps. You stand up, searching until you find him stock still in the dirt. You make a small, terrified sound and Royal touches your shoulder drawing your gaze.

“He’s okay. Just got the breath knocked from him,” he assures you.

You look at Cecilia who seems just as concerned but then a second later the bull is gone and Rhett stands. His gaze is focused on the scoreboard but you watch him. His expression is serious, lips pressed into a thin line as his chest heaves. Then suddenly he smiles, open joy written across his features and the crowd cheers. When you look up his name is first on the board.

Beside you, Royal yells and Perry sticks two fingers in his mouth and whistles loudly. Cecilia shouts his name and Amy jumps with excitement. You expect Rhett to come straight to his parents but he makes a beeline for you, climbing up the bleachers and past people with ease.

“Rhett,” you start, whatever you were going to say cut short by his lips on yours. The kiss is intense but brief. When he pulls away, he looks as surprised as you feel. You stare at one another before suddenly he’s pulled back by an older man who claps him on the shoulder. More people push forward to offer him congratulations.

“Let him hear you one more time,” the announcer encourages. “Ladies and gentlemen, your hometown hero, Rhett Abbott!”

You touch your lips, mind working hard to process what just happened. Rhett looks back, eyes glued to yours as he’s pulled back into the ring.

“Come on sweetheart,” Cecilia urges, patting your arm. “Let’s wait for him at the other end. Less people.”

You can’t see her eyes under the brim of your hat but you suddenly realize she and about a hundred other people just witnessed what Rhett did. You have no idea what his parents must think. There’s another feeling under the embarrassment and awkwardness that you don’t investigate too closely.

“Well that was something,” Royal says and you glance up at him sharply before you realize he’s talking about Rhett’s ride.

Cecilia smiles. “He’s gonna ride next weekend in the finals for sure.”

“I knew he’d make it,” Royal says proudly and you smile at both of them, nodding your agreement.

After a few minutes, Perry arrives alone. “It was getting late so I thought it best Amy went home,” he tells the three of you, hands on his hips. “She can celebrate with us tomorrow.”

“Hmmm and I suppose you’re gonna help your brother celebrate tonight?” Cecilia asks, judgment clear in her tone.

“Yeah. Handsome Gambler,” he confirms, clapping Rhett on the back as he arrives. “You’ll be drinking for free, that’s for sure.”

“Did you consider that your brother might not want to go?” Cecilia asks, looking at you pointedly.

“Oh, that’s alright. We can go,” you say, feeling even more awkward.

Perry grins and leans in. This close you can smell the alcohol on his breath. “Great, I’ll get us a booth.”

He disappears before Rhett even has a chance to speak. Cecilia sighs and Royal rubs her back. “Nothing wrong with having a little fun,” he reminds her.

“I know,” she concedes. “But be safe,” she adds, looking intently at Rhett.

“I will,” he promises her, nodding seriously.

Cecilia offers you a tight hug, promising to stop by the store later in the week. Once she and Royal are gone, you’re alone with Rhett. He rubs the back of his neck and clears his throat.

“I’m sorry.” He pauses, looking back at you. “For the kiss. I shoulda asked if you were okay with that. I was out of line.”

“It’s okay. It uh, was good. Lots of people saw. That’s the point right?”

He stares at you for a long moment, an unreadable expression on his face. “Yeah, that’s the point," he agrees, finally before his gaze flicks away. “But, we don’t have to go to the Gambler tonight. Perry’s just… Perry,” he finishes with a long suffering sigh.

You think about how excited he was before and what tonight means for him. He’d done so much for you lately, the least you could do was go with him to the bar. There was no way he’d drop you off and home and go alone. You had fun with him last night after all. Maybe tonight would be just as nice.

“We can go,” you tell him but he frowns, clearly unconvinced. It’s late and you’re tired but it isn’t hard to manage a genuine smile for him. “Afterall, I brought my dancing boots,” you add, pulling up your jeans to reveal them.

“Alright,” he agrees, his expression lightening.

The bar is more crowded than last night and Rhett keeps you close. Everyone wants to talk to him, including Maria. You can’t help but feel jealous at the way she lays a hand on Rhett’s arm and leans in close to speak to him. She’s even more beautiful than she was in high school when half the town knew he’d been in love with her.

Watching them together and seeing the easy way he smiled at her, you wonder if he still is. That makes your chest ache, which is silly. You and Rhett weren’t actually together. Nothing, from the dance last night to his kiss earlier, was real. It was an act because you caught the wrong kind of attention. Suddenly, you want to be anywhere but here. You take a step away but Rhett’s quick to face you, his hand shooting out to grasp your elbow.

You lean in to be heard over the din of the bar. “I need to use the restroom but Perry said he can come with me,” you lie, looking over your shoulder at his brother.

“I can come,” Rhett tells you, setting his beer down.

You wave him off. “Catch up with your friends.”

When you realize Rhett doesn’t turn around immediately you’re forced to actually ask Perry. He agrees and finishes off his beer, following after you a little unsteady. You take your time in the bathroom, splashing water on your face and staring at your reflection. It’s quiet here but your mind is buzzing. You close your eyes and sigh. You’re not sure how long you stay like that, lost in thought but eventually a toilet flushes and you stand straight. You were being selfish, Rhett deserved to celebrate tonight without worrying over you.

With a deep breath you head back into the bar, searching for Perry. When you left he was leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone. Now he’s nowhere to be found. You only make it a few steps before someone’s hand closes around your wrist and tugs you back. You spin around, half expecting to find Rhett but it’s not him.

Green eyes meet yours.

“Hi baby,” Jimmy says, smiling.

#rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott #outer range #rhett abbott fanfiction

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infinite-ticking-clock37 · 6 months

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Alright fellas, here's Infinites thoughts on III 17

!!SPOILERS BELOW!!

(Also CW for SilverCandle (for one of my moots))

Alright, so first off imma say I LOVED THIS EPISODE SO MUCH LIKE HOLY MOLY, IT WAS DIFFERENT FROM THE REST OF THE EPISODES IN A VERY GOOD WAY AND IT WAS FUNNY AS HELL TOO

Honestly SO GLAD that this was just to make extra episodes and not that the contestants help writing, idk why but I'm jus happy about thay

Sadly there wasn't much Silverloon this episode BUT WE GOT SOME SILVERCANDLE! AND I LIKE SILVERCANDLE SO THIS IS A WIN!!

Love his face bro omg. BRO IF THE OBJECTS CAN BLUSH THEN WE TOTALLY COULD'VE GOTTEN THE PART IN III 16 WHEN SILVER BLUSHES WHEN BALLOON COMPLIMENTS HIM AW MAN, tho this was very cute

THEN WE GOT MORE OF SILVERS INNER FLAME WHICH IS AMAZINGG

Sad that my theory on him setting on fire like a torch when his Inner flame comes out is wrong but yk we live on this is still cool (where's the cool third eye tho)

THEN WE GOT THE SUDDEN APPEARANCES OF CHEESY, PAPER, AND COINY FROM BFDI FOR SOME REASON

(didn't get a good screenshot of Coiny) also hfj one challenge real omg (I say we nominate Balloon to play the baby tomato/Charlie)

Oh god what to I talk about now uhhhhhhhhh OH YES

So much second hand embarrassment with that animation machine EVERYTIME, I CANT WATCH III 9 WITHOUT HAVING TO SKIP AHEAD FROM THE EMBARRASSMENT OF THE SHOWS, NOTHING GOOD COMES OUTTA THAT DAMN MACHINE AND THATS FINAL. (A little funny tho)

And to top this all off, GOODBYE NICKEL, YOU WILL BE MISSED!! FAREWELL

ok Nickels gone this means Silverloon has more opportunities for interactions =D /hj

Aww this is sweet I like this this is cute

Aww I'm slowly starting to like Nickloon a bit more aww-

OH WHAT THE FUCK AHH SPRINGY GO BACK DOWN THERE WHAT THE HELL I KNEW WE COULDN'T TRUST THAT DAMN WALKY TALKY WHAT THE HELL AHHHHHHH-

Anyways some final notes here

- Silver Spoon has a big fuckin crush on Candle

- Balloon is amazing at card towers

- Cabby can't draw for shit

- Springy is coming back

- fuck you Walky Talky lady

- II and BFDI are in the same universe

- Balloon can only befriend coins like the socially awkward guy he is (relatable I kin Balloon sm after that actually)

- Silver Spoon is amazing with cartoons

- i hate the animation machine

Thanks you for listening to me ramble about this episode there is just so much to talk about in this

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voidscreamintheories · 2 months

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Boy and Door: You are NOT the Faeder

As always, spoilers for Hunter: The Parenting

Alright friends, this one I'm kinda shaky on and there's not much here at present, but I want to get my thoughts down.

TL;DR Door is not Boy's biological dad, and this might be a very important plot point.

As is my pattern, let's examine their TTS origins: Door was Rogal Dorn, primarch of the imperial fists, praetorian of terra, and Lord Adorable. Boy was a vox hailer serf with notoriously strong legs, and eventually the respect of some members of the adeptus custodes. Dorn became a father figure for Boy over the course of his appearance, mostly keeping him from being bullied by the custodes or Magnus. Also boy might have had latent psyker powers, we will return to this. As a side note: SuperAnchors and Nostalgia, the voices of Door/Dorn and Boy/Boy respectively are perhaps my favourite performances on TTS and H:TP. They are always a joy when they're on screen and I really appreciate their characters in both series. SuperAnchors gets a special mention for practically reshaping the perception of Rogal Dorn in the fanbase, and Nostalgia should be appreciated for turning a character litterally named "Boy" into one of the best characters in either series. Tts rant time done.

So. Boy. And Door. Look at these silly fellas, are you really going to tell me that Boy shares genetic heritage with Door? And where is his mother? I believe Door is not Boy's biological dad, and instead adopted him and has been raising him as his own. I think this is so easily accepted and never mentioned because I am honestly not convinced that Door and Markus are Big D's biological children either. I think their family is just super open to adopting anyone and everyone who comes along, and so Boy being adopted just means he's the youngest family member, no questions or qualms.

Now, this is where my REAL theory starts, and where my research into WoD kinda halted me a little bit. You see, in folklore a changeling is a child swapped with member of the fae in EARLY life. In the original WoD, changelings are... weirder... than that. I'm not sure. So I'm not a hundred percent on this one. But I think Boy is a folkloric changeling, a fae being in place of a child. I don't think Boy knows this fact, and frankly I don't think he would be able to access anything supernatural until recently. Recently being when he started experiencing "puberty disease" as listed in one cutaway card. That same cutaway card mentions it being "cured with meat". Now the fae have ofttimes been portrayed as dainty and nature loving and very "surface level fantasy" elf like. Reading about WoD fae made my head hurt so I don't know if that applies here, but MAYBE boy was starting to manifest his fae side, and eating a stable meat only (read: anti elf) diet staved it off for a time. I think those powers are now bubbling back up, despite the continued meat consumption.

I think H:TP is building up the awakening of many powers, when I get around to explaining the things we all know about Markus this will be relevant. But for Boy I think he is awakening some future telling fae abilities. I think Boy is keeping some of his hinted at seer powers from TTS, just in a different context. In the first arc we see a couple of hints to this: first episode Boy spots Pyotr while he's invisible (and you can too if you look very closely for his eyes), Boy doesn't know he has cool powers so he doesn't recognize fully his feat. But spotting an obscured vamp who can disappear even on camera is pretty above human. Next there is the final confrontation against Pyotr, some day I may type a long diatribe on why that scene in particular is great but not today. Boy manages to hit a shot on a target moving parallel to his position going LUDICROUS speed. I think he may have done this thanks to a lil bit of precognition. And finally there is the meeting with Horse.

Horse and what he IS will get another post one day, but for now let's talk a little about the vision. I think it's not coincidence that Horse calls Boy "oracle" and speaks of prophecy to him. I also don't think it coincidence that Boy sees shapes in the blood. I think Boy is a seer, and certain forms of divination uses blood and gore to make predictions (see Haruspex). Again, I will cover Horse's prophecy another time, but let's talk about the "Faeder" line. I don't think that word was chosen just cause it sounds olde. I think it's a hint and misdirection. Again, I suspect boy was not born into this family, but instead is a product of the faeries. This would mean he has a faerie father, or a fae father, or a faeder. I think Horse was telling Boy that his TRUE father will die. Buuuuuut WoD changelings are weird and Alfabusa has written important foreshadowing WAY too early before (Hello TTS Ghazkhull!), so I'm not sure. I will say to bolster this idea that it was weird for Horse to mention "milklings", another name for changelings, on the same level as other WoD big players. I think this was also a tip off to us the audience about our beloved family, aside from kindred I believe each group mentioned is represented in that role call.

Door. Door is simple, strong, and the only actual normal human hunter in the family (see my kitten theory, Markus and Big D theories pending). Based on the episode titles, and the show title itself, I think the "hunter" in question is Door, and "the parenting", refers to his relationship with Boy. Boy seems to be the writer of the episode titles (on the actual title cards) in arc 1. I hope we see Boy grow under Door's guidance, because I love these characters. And I really hope I'm right that Boy has a fae dad who will take the bullet of prophecy so we don't have to see Door desiccated on the rocks.

Let me know what you think, til next time

Good evening

#fan theory #h:tp #htp #hunter the parenting #hunter: the parenting #htp boy #htp door

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lovethebadguy · 1 year

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Alright. I've seen a heck of a lot of gifs and fanart and comics about The Owl House. I'm finally gonna watch it and write down some of my observations.

(spoiler alert, obviously)

• Omfg her name is "loose". I've been pronouncing Luz like it rhymes with "buzz" this entire time.

• Nothing could have prepared me for Hooty's voice. In fact, no one sounds like I thought they would. Eda is Wendie Malick? Was no one going to tell me this?

• I've only known King for five minutes, but if anything happens to him I will kill everyone in this room and then myself.

• King's voice was also not what I was expecting, which in hindsight was foolish of me. I knew it was Alex Hirsch. The Bill Cipher vibe should not have been a surprise.

• When does Hunter get here?

• Amity is the snobby high-achieving school bully?! BUT THE ROMANCE?!

• I know it's coming. I've seen far too many cute fan works of Amity and Luz for that not to be the case.

• SHE SQUISHED KING'S CUPCAKE THOUGH. 😡

• Ahhh. There's a teeeeny tiny glimpse of the Lumity that is to come. All is right with the world.

• Gus is just a little fella. Comics did not fully portray how smol he is.

• When does Hunter get here?

• I am up to episode 16 and I still watch the opening theme in its entirety for three reasons. One: it's fantastic. The music, the animation, it's all tops. Two: I'm waiting to see when/if the image of Amity changes. She still turns her back at the moment, but she's warming up, I know it. And three: the image of King perched on Luz's shoulders just before the title card makes me smile every time. He's so dang cute.

• Ok. So, I obviously already knew from tumblr that The Owl House is beloved, in part, for its representation of LGBTQIA. And now that I'm experiencing it first-hand? I totally get it. Everything feels so natural and understated. Luz blushing when either of the older Blight siblings spoke to her? The short, sweet glances between Luz and Amity? They're all the typical moments you'd expect to see between a male and a female character, and it's honestly so refreshing (and surprising, coming from Disney) to see it happening between two girls in a way that feels real. I am all aboard the Lumity train.

• In the span of 10 minutes, Eda has referred to Luz as "her kid", called herself "mama", and been shown wearing a watch with King's face on it. I love Mama Eda so much.

• DANCE BATTLE DANCE BATTLE DANCE BATTLE DANCE BATTLE DANCE BATTLE

• Amity has fallen so hard and honestly? Same.

• OMG EPISODE 18! I think that was my first glimpse of Hunter! Lilith cursed Eda?! Eda sacrificing herself for Luz! The end credits with that haunting beating of the heart!

• Season 1 is done and dusted! All those feel good family and found-family moments. This show has so much heart. Gravity Falls is one of my favourite shows, and The Owl House seems to share a lot of its tropes and themes. I'm really loving it! I have so many things I should be doing today. Am I going to watch start watching Season 2 instead? Darn tootin.

• ENTIRELY NEW OPENING SEQUENCE!! I love it! Everyone's kicking ass! And Hunter is there!! And they kept the final scene with King on Luz's shoulders!

• They're setting up The Golden Guard as this new, mysterious, powerful rival for Season 2. But I know too much so every little glimpse of him has me sitting here grinning goofily like a proud mum at her son's soccer game.

• Gus is less smol. Kids grow up so fast. :(

• Finally met Amity's parents (beyond the shadows of them we saw in Amity's memory). Odalia sucks. But I officially love one tired dad.

• "Stay away from my Luz!" !!!!!!!

• Baby King is the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life. King is king of MY heart.

• The Hunter episode was everything I ever wanted. He must be protected at all costs.

• Huh. Tumblr gave me a veeerry different impression of what Darius was going to be like. Incoming plot twist?

• LUMITY IS A GO!

• Eda immediately destroying the stress toy because of her need for chaos whilst never once breaking eye contact with Bump nearly killed me. I choked on my tea. Worth it.

• Hunter has just learned the truth. Someone give this kid a hug.

• KING IS A TITAN?! How big is my sweet baby boy gonna get?

• Steve is so cool getting around in his Steve shirt, just doing Steve things. Haha, classic Steve.

• Luz and Amity just shared their first kiss and it was perfect. And I feel like the animation in that scene was extra nice? Maybe it was just me, but it just seemed beautifully bouncy.

• Once again, the near-silent end credits for part one of the finale haunt my soul. Part two now. Bring it on!

• ...Take it back. D:

• That musical montage to kick off Season 3 packed in SO MUCH STORY. Luz coming out as bi and introducing Amity to her mum was incredibly sweet. Vee (who I admit I was a little bit creeped out by until now) has captured my heart. And I absolutely adore the friendship between Gus and Hunter.

• "Time to go home, Flapjack." 😭 HAS THIS BOY NOT BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH?!

• Raine being hearteyes for Harpy Eda, Camila being hearteyes for King, everyone being hearteyes for Stringbean? Mood.

• Obsessed with Eda's haircut.

• My girl Willow has been carrying a lot. Her realising that she needs to let things out and lean on her friends was such a tender moment.

• Willow and Hunter linking their pinkies! ❤

• Not prepared for this amazing show to be over, but here we go...

• Brb, too busy crying.

• Still crying, gimme a minute.

• I was holding it together riiiight up until Flapjack's grave. "Thank you for finding me" broke me.

• Ok. So, generally speaking... this was pretty much everything I wanted in a finale. Happy, healthy relationships, hints at future pairings, redemption for characters who deserved it, and a big middle finger to those who didn't (which, honestly? Refreshing af).

• Eda and King going feral after losing Luz, the reveal of Titan Luz, and the trio coming together to defeat Belos was utter perfection. The animation was on point!

• I am not ashamed to admit I said "NOW EAT THIS, SUCKA!" with Luz.

• Also, the Dad bod, the "Bad Girl Coven" tshirt, and the "I loaf you" pun were exactly what I should've expected from King's dad.

• The time skip end credits were a wonderful way to let us see the characters we know and love, living their best lives. Hunter finally able to exist peacefully, making new palismans with his own little Bluejay on his shoulder (admittedly, I'd hoped he'd get a wolf, but the Bluejay did seem well-suited), Willow and Gus truly coming into their own, Lilith rocking the Harpy form (and hinting a possible romance with Steve?? EDIT: ignore that, I just learned that Lilith is aroace and I am so excited about it.), lil' gangly King growing bigger and stronger... well, I don't need to keep pointing things out. Suffice to say, there were so many little details that worked together to create a beautiful picture.

• In the span of three days, I've watched a show that so many people were obsessed with for years.

• I get it now.

• Thank you Dana Terrace and everybody involved with making The Owl House. The world needs more shows like this, with a great story, genuine characters, represention of people from all walks of life, and heartfelt messages.

• Excuse me while I go and wallow in misery over the fact that it's finished before I start consuming as many fanfics as I can find.

• OH! One final note as someone who learned far too much from tumblr before actually watching the show. I kept seeing fanart that seemed to depict a Hunter lookalike (so, Caleb) and an Eda lookalike, who apparently was Evelyn Clawthorne? CLAWTHORNE?? So here I am waiting for another flashback/memory episode that would lay it all out and do that big reveal BUT APPARENTLY THAT'S FANON??? Y'all had me thinking I'd missed an episode.

#the owl house #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #eda clawthorne #hunter toh #king toh #my heart is full #the owl house spoilers

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jojosgaylittleadventure · 4 months

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Josuyasu Fic Master Post

Unfortunately I didn't really have the time/energy this month to participate in the 2024 Josuyasu week, but a few of my fics that I already have published fit some of the prompts

So if anyone is interested here is a master post of my Josuyasu fic collections that I have on Ao3 (canon_compliant)

*note: all of my fics are relatively sfw, most that are rated "T" are due to possible triggers (and some good old make-out scenes lol)

The boys are a mess

This is a series of my short Josuyasu fics while they're still teenagers. All the fics go together and if you read them in order, they are chronological.

The Kids Aren't Alright (Rating: T)

Summary: After witnessing Keicho’s death, Josuke can’t quite bring himself to leave Okuyasu alone. In what others might see as the smallest gestures, Josuke offers Okuyasu his friendship. Taking place during cannon, this is just a short fic about the beginnings of Josuke and Okuyasu’s friendship. Tags: Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Nijimura Okuyasu, Higashikata Tomoko, During Canon, Pre-Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Friendship, Depression, just a touch of bi-panic, Canon Compliant, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Tomoko loves her new son

WINDY SUMMER (Rating: G)

Summary: After the fight with Kira, Josuke has to spend his summer break recovering, but Okuyasu makes sure to keep him company. Tags: Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Friendship, bi-panic, in fact Okuyasu is the definition of bi-panic, Fellas is it gay to want to kiss your homie?, also, Technically spoilers for the Japanese 1998 Ring film

spilling out (Rating: T)

Summary: Josuke and Okuyasu are both recovering in the hospital after the events of 4th Another Day. Tags: The Book: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure 4th Another Day, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Hospitals, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Sickfic, kinda lol, bi-panic, cuz y'all know i can’t write josuyasu without some bi-panic, Friendship, Josuke and Okuyasu are a pair, they are co-dependent, pls do not separate them

soft and slow, like summer rain (Rating: T)

Summary: After a study session gone wrong, Josuke finds himself needing somewhere he can feel safe and at home and that some where turns out to be Okuyasu. Tags: Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, the following tags are not from/between the ship (just an fyi), Non-Consensual Kissing, Non-Consensual Touching, Side Character/Main Character Attempted Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Victim Blaming

The boys are still a mess, but now they're adults

This is a series of my short Josuyasu fics while they're adults. All the fics go together and if you read them in order, they are chronological.

Sleep (Rating: T)

Summary: Josuke and Okuyasu have just moved into there own place and Okuyasu is struggling with his guilt over leaving his father behind. Tags: Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Nijimura Okuyasu, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, PTSD, Childhood Trauma, Physical Abuse, Physical Abuse against a minor to be more specific, Okuyasu just really needs a hug, Nijimura Okuyasu-centric

Misguided Ghosts (Rating: G)

Summary: Josuke loves his job as a nurse, but sometimes it can get to be too much. Tags: Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Nijimura Okuyasu, Nurse Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Chef Nijimura Okuyasu, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Hospital, death mention, Josuke is secretly a very anxious stressed boy, Also all the people that think Josuke would be a cop can fight me

Sickday (Rating: G)

Summary: Josuke comes down with a fever while at work at the hospital. Tags: Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Nijimura Okuyasu, Nurse Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Sickfic, Caretaking, Gentle Okuyasu, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, sick Josuke, I stand by what I said last time, Everyone who thinks Josuke would be a cop can fight me, Nurse Josuke superiority

Collar Full (Raiting: G)

Summary: It’s Josuke’s 24th birthday. Okuyasu throws him a party and considers taking the risk and telling him how he feels after all these years. Tags: Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Nijimura Okuyasu, Post-Canon, Fluff, Love Confessions, bi-panic, tbh Okuyasu is the definition of bi-panic lol, Tomoko is Josuke and Okuyasu’s biggest fans

Talk Too Much (Rating: T)

Summary: Josuke and Okuyasu invite Tomoko over for dinner to tell her about them. Tags: Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Okuyasu, Post-Canon, Developing Relationship, Coming Out, Good Parent Higashikata Tomoko, Josuke is truly just an anxious bean, And Okuyasu needs to be nicer to himself, TAGS FROM THIS POINT ON CONTAIN SPOILERS, First Kiss, The tanuki will return as he is Okuyasu’s son now

Just Like a Movie (Rating: T)

Summary: For the first time since they’ve started dating, Josuke and Okuyasu go out with Yukako and Koichi to the Obon festival in S-City. It’s a double date, but Yukako and Koichi don’t know. Tags: Adult Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Adult Nijimura Okuyasu, Post-CanonDeveloping Relationship, But also, Established Relationship, Adult Yamagashi Yukako/Hirose Koichi, Fluff, First Dates, Kinda, Also I’m not sure how to/if I need to tag this but just in case:, I’m not sure how to explain it but I don’t want to catch anyone by surprise, Mention of Non-con kissing, It’s not super serious but it could also boarder on a mention of Sexual Assault, Everyone loved a good festival episode, Return of the tanuki…, The boys are nervous about being gay™ in public, also Koichi is a clueless little dummy and I love him

You can find individual posts for each of these fics on my blog in my fic tag

@josuyasuweek-2024 you can ignore this if you want but i am sad my brain did not allow me to truly participate I know i didn't write these for the week but i still wanted to share if that's okay ;-;

#i'm also a relatively small blog and my work doesn't get much engagement so i figured it couldn't hurt to put it out there~#i still keep writing anyways even if only a few people are reading lol #Josuaysu #Josuke Higashikata #Okuyasu Nijimura #Jojo Part 4 #jjba Part 4 #Diamond is Unbreakable #josuke x okuyasu #Sophia Writes #now for my tags lol #Part 4 #Josuke #Okuyasu #Fic

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imtryingmybeskar · 2 years

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A little angsty Joel drabble.

🍄Please be aware that this story contains a spoilers for TLOU 1 and 2🍄

Joel gets caught in a storm where his guilt won't leave him alone. Word count: 993

Rain pounded on the corrugated metal of the makeshift lean-to shelter he had hastily appropriated. The storm had blown up out of nowhere, catching him out and soaking him to the skin. His horse snorted softly and shook herself free of the drops that still clung to her mane and tail, then nosed roughly at his shoulder.

“I know, honey, I know,” Joel muttered. “I ain’t got anythin’ for ya. Have to make do m’afraid.” He glanced down at the sparse smattering of grass under his feet and sighed his disapproval at himself in not having been more prepared. He hadn’t expected to be outside Jackson past sundown, but the ferocity of the howling wind and lashing rain meant that he would now have to forego his cosy bed and hot food for the night.

Luxuries are makin’ you soft.

That critical voice had grown quieter over the past two years. Since Tess exited his life, since Tommy came back into it, since Ellie had saved him in so many ways. That voice used to be his custodian, it guided him in the shithole aftermath of the end of all things. Kept him alive, bodily at least. And sometimes there was still value in listening to it. Wouldn’t do to get sloppy. Not when he finally felt at home somewhere.

Still he’d had worse nights than this. Nights of being cold and hungry. And miserable. Completely alone. In the dark and terrified. And-

He shook his head away from the simmering memories that threatened to invade and huddled closer against the back wall of the shack he had found.

He would get no sleep tonight. The noise of the storm would mask any sounds he made, yes. But it would also mask the sounds of anyone or anything else that stumbled this way. He was close enough to Jackson that he trusted that the area had been patrolled and cleared relatively recently, but the conditions and terrain would make riding Amber treacherous should he need to make a quick getaway. He needed to stay alert for any dangers instead. Horses were precious. Couldn’t afford for her to break a leg out here. No, he was better off waiting till morning to head back.

He dragged an upturned crate and a mouldy old blanket from the depths of the shadows and sat down heavily, his knees making a crackling noise and the old wound aching around his lower back and abdomen. The rain was coming down diagonally, the wind whipping it across the ground in sheets. It was hitting the roof with such force that it sounded a little like gunfire.

The hospital…the doctor…Marlene.

Nope. Wasn’t going there. Wasn’t thinking about that.

Joel sighed and stretched his legs out in front of him. He wished he had his guitar, foolish though that was. It had become almost a necessity to him in Jackson, another marker of how different he was from the man he had been. He probably wouldn’t even be able to hear himself play it over the weather, if he wanted to risk playing it at all. He hadn’t been out in a storm this fierce since…well since he and Tess had smuggled Ellie out of the Boston QZ. The rain had been both blessing and curse that night as well.

Tess…what would Tess think of what you’ve done?

“Tess ain’t here,” he growled to himself under his breath. “And I did what I had to do.”

What would Ellie think?

He had been wrong. It wasn’t his critical voice, it was his goddamn conscience that was needling him, goading him as it had done with increasing volume every single day since he and Ellie had got back from Salt Lake City.

“She’d be glad she’s alive to think anything at all,” he mumbled. “Never met a kid who wanted to survive as much as she does. What she did to that fella in the diner-“

He broke off, exhaled a shaky breath at the memory of her face covered in blood spatter and snot and tears. She had never looked younger to him in that moment he had taken her in his arms and reassured her that it would all be alright, that she had conquered the demon, and that he was there to help her move forward, to put those shattered bits of herself back together again.

She wouldn’t thank you and you know it.

The voice crept through his mind, intrusively insistent upon turning his thoughts to that he wanted to think about the least.

“CHRIST!” he barked in frustration, making Amber sidestep nervously away from him. He immediately rose from his uncomfortable perch and soothed her, stroking her nose and murmuring low, comforting nonsense into her mane.

He had to get a hold of himself. It didn’t matter one way or the other because she was here and thank whatever the fuck passed for God these days that she was. She was alive, and more than that, she was living. Learning to swim, riding horses, reading, laughing, cooking. Hell, he was planning on giving her the best damn birthday he could in a couple of months and had already starting clearing the trails that would lead them to the museum.

He could give her all of that, because he had made that split second choice. But it hadn’t even been a choice. Not really. There was never a scenario where he would have let them cut her up. Not even for every other goddamn asshole that was somehow still uninfected. And if he had the chance, he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

He stood there watching the rain, listening to its white noise above him and allowing it to wipe his mind blissfully blank. He thought of nothing but the smile on Ellie’s face as he breathed, blowing his fears and doubts away into the storm that swirled through the darkness.

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zakkunwrites · 2 years

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Late Nights, Crowded Thoughts

A/N: first time writing inanimate insanity, surprisingly?!?! i hope balloon isnt too out of character here, i wasnt quite sure on how to write him </3

this is a paintbrush centric character study, so the dialogue is very limited until the end! happy readinggg :D

WC: 2.3K

tags - implied lightbrush , implied fantube , SPOILERS FOR ALL SEASONS LEADING UP TO THE CURRENT EPISODE (posted before s3 ep9 release)

When Paintbrush came along for this supposedly vacation, not once would they think that they would be seated on an island during midnight, rethinking their life choices as another season of a competition that they lost twice in resubmerged when they least expected it.

And right now, in the most straightforward way possible, they were thinking about Lightbulb.

Paintbrush has always been infatuated by her. They can’t help it - especially not when she manages to make them feel lighter with her presence alone.

Sure, they’d admit that they’ve been an absolute jerk in their second season together, but now, alone on an island with close to nobody that they were close to, Paintbrush found themselves wondering, is Lightbulb alright over there?

Sue them for being worried. Seriously. They dare you. They’ve been rooting for her ever since they got eliminated, and leaving for this vacation-turned-competition, they wanted nothing more for this just to be over with just so they could go back home.

But of course, it’s only a given that they would be upset if they got eliminated. Again.

However, at that point, they’ve been mentally preparing themselves for when that time possibly comes.

And if it doesn’t and they win? Well, they can’t really complain now, can they? Maybe they could even surprise Lightbulb with the prize money once they get back.

Ah.

There they go again, mind trailing back to the bright light that had their mind occupied more times than they’d admit.

Can they really win? They had already lost their closest friend on the island, so who can they rely on at this point? Aside from Lightbulb and her dumb yet endearing rants, they also missed OJ.

OJ quickly took the role as leader when teams were formed, and Paintbrush had the time of their life making up for lost time with him when they were unable to in their first season.

One thing that MePhone4 liked to do was broadcast the exit interviews, and OJ’s was no exception. So to hear that he had faith that they could win the competition, they’d have to thank him whenever they crossed paths with him again.

The more they thought about who they missed, they found themselves thinking of Fan.

Fan was an eccentric fella, in the best and wackiest ways possible. A previous fan of Inanimate Insanity who now is a participant of not only one, but two seasons must’ve been a dream come true for him, Paintbrush would think.

But as someone who had already been in all three seasons, they couldn’t really see the appeal of the pedestal that Fan had put this show on.

In their perspective, reality shows are only fun for the audience. It’s always a constant need to be on guard during reality shows, because as messed up as it is to think about, being put in a reality show is an indirect warning to be prepared to get your privacy ripped away.

It made Paintbrush feel anything but pleasant inside, so they shoved it back down.

Speaking of which, they’ve been working on controlling their feelings. It’s not an easy task, and there hasn’t been any large-scale improvement either, but hey - at least they don’t project their anger in violent outputs anymore, right?

They really need to spend more time with Fan to make up for the amount of times they’ve blown up at him, and they regretted not doing so sooner when he was still on the island. Test Tube must also feel lonely without Fan too, huh?

Thinking back — something that Paintbrush has been doing more often than not as of lately — Test Tube and Fan did seem to share a close friendship with one another, maybe even something similar to what they and Lightbulb have.

No, they shook their head, I can’t make any assumptions.

But they wonder what Test Tube’s up to. Since the previous challenge came to an end and they were, thankfully, back to their own body and not just a face on the earth’s surface — sorry about that, Floory. — they haven’t gotten many opportunities to have any lighthearted conversations with Test Tube.

Maybe they should give her some company when he has the chance. She seems like she needs some, anyway.

They didn’t know how they got so friendly with her so quickly in the first place. Was it because she’s actually a pleasant and level-headed companion to converse with? Yeah, that might just be the case.

To Paintbrush, speaking to Test Tube was refreshing, in a way. She speaks her mind easily, thoroughly and straight to the point, which she excels in with flying colours. They’ve never really been close in the first place, but it didn’t stop them from being worried sick after finding that one day, she and Lightbulb had both mysteriously disappeared during season two’s painting challenge.

After all, how couldn’t they be? Especially not after how Marshmallow went missing just as they started getting closer to her, so who knows where those two might have gone?

They don’t think they can handle losing someone - some people - the same way they lost Marshmallow. Even now, Paintbrush is still clueless on where Marshmallow was, clueless in the labyrinth called their mind.

Even if it had cost their place in the competition, they were glad to at least see the two of them safe.

They even got to hold Baxter on their way out - a fond farewell gift from Lightbulb.

Going back to Lightbulb, they mentally scoffed to themselves, albeit playfully.

But speaking of Lightbulb, whenever they think of her, the conversation that they had on the day of their elimination always came up in one way or another. Although with the occasional jokes that Lightbulb threw around, Paintbrush knew that it wasn’t in any ill will, it was simply put - an attempt to lighten up the somber mood, to provide them with the familiar and lighthearted form of comfort that she thought they needed.

Admittedly, it was working.

It wasn’t as though Lightbulb was trying to be insensitive, no. If anything, Lightbulb would know what they were going through more than anyone.

She knows how exhausting it can be to constantly have the topic of your identity get thrown around. Hell, it even took a while before everyone could adjust to not treat Lightbulb as if she was delicate, just because of a label that she decided to be open with.

To be out about her identity was something that Paintbrush has never even considered doing. They envy that part of her - the part of Lightbulb that was always so honest to others, so much that it made them worry about her wellbeing. But at the same time, they wished that they could express the way Lightbulb can be comfortable being herself in front of others.

That was exactly what pushed them to do it. To finally be honest, after years of leaving people in the dark about what was arguably a big part of themselves.

In all honesty, it was a downright terrifying step for Paintbrush to take. They didn’t know how the other’s would react to it, after all. Would they still be accepted? Or had they failed some of what the others expected them to be? What if they didn’t get any good responses at all?

They were scared. It was an all-out and new experience for them, to be open to so many people. But they had to do it. They were scared, but even then, they wanted to take this step.

So, they did.

And up until this day, not once have they ever thought back on it and seriously regretted it.

All the others were so supportive towards them, even hearing Nickel scoff out a “So that’s all it was? Man, you really left us hanging for years,” which they chose to deliberately ignore. They didn’t really care either way since Nickel was just as supportive about it as the others were.

It still feels surreal, even up until today. It never fails to make them feel all happy inside whenever someone refers to them the way they want to be referred to as.

Just the other day, when Paintbrush was exchanging the Calm Down Cabana with OJ, they heard him talk about them on set.

He used ‘they’. And although they hadn’t slept a wink from the challenge, a jaw aching smile never left their face for the rest of dawn before they fell asleep from exhaustion.

Another time, when Yang had accidentally grouped them up with the boys, Paintbrush had corrected them, which made him correct himself right afterwards, being completely unbothered about it.

Sure, a lot of people may think that Yang might be a mouthful in contrast to Yin sometimes, but even he had his redeeming qualities, and being respectful was most definitely one of them.

…They might need to apologize for voting them the last time they were on elimination grounds. Maybe Silver would’ve been a better choice instead, they thought to themselves, but there was no going back at that point.

And while they were on Silver, lately, he seemed to have been quite… ‘occupied’ with something ever since that elimination day.

He was acting like his old snobby self back in the Mile High Pie challenge, much to Paintbrush’s chagrin, but when they were all switched and Silver took the place of Candle, he looked as if he had more things on his mind rather than focusing on maintaining his royal image. It was as if he was trying to find something that wasn’t even there in the first place.

And, well, they knew this because they were still stuck in Floory’s form, which basically gave them the displeasure of hearing practically almost every conversation that everyone has had throughout the course of the time they were stuck there. Yeesh, was that all Floory had to deal with? Poor guy.

But on the bad end, having Silver step all over them - quite literally - was one of, if not the worst thing that they ever had to experience in their life. Then they remembered all the other times they also stepped on Floory beforehand, and their anger died down just the slightest.

All the bonds and relationships that Paintbrush has gained and built, regardless of whether it was good or bad, made them realize that maybe Inanimate Insanity wasn’t that bad after all. Without it, they wouldn’t have met people like OJ, or Test Tube, or Fan, or Lightbulb. Who knows what they could be doing right now if they weren’t participating in this reality show?

However, did that mean that they could stop making fun of MePhone4? Absolutely not.

“Hey, Paintbrush.” Their thoughts were cut off by a call of their name before it could expand even further than it already has. They looked behind them to see an unlikely someone.

“Balloon?”

He nodded, walking towards them and sat down beside them, bringing his legs together, “It’s late - why are you still sitting out here? Isn’t it cold?” Asked Balloon.

Paintbrush shrugged, “Somehow, I feel like I should also be telling you the same thing,” they said instead of giving him the answer that he asked them for, completely avoiding the question, “The wind is pretty strong on the island at night, so you might want to go unless you like, I dunno, get blown away or something.”

“Very funny,” Balloon huffed, “And how are you sure that the wind won’t mess your bristles up?”

They paused.

Then they shot their arm up to check their bristles, carding their hand through it, “Ballon, are you serious? Do my bristles really look messy?! Ugh… This is going to be such a pain to straighten up again if it is!” They groaned, all the while Balloon giggled.

“What? What’s so funny? Can’t you see that someone is having a crisis right now!?”

“Aha-! I’m sorry! I was just… messing with you.”

“You’ve really been hanging around Nickel too much…” They sighed, “Didn’t TK say something about him being a bad influence or something? What is she, your mom?”

The comment makes Balloon let out a small laugh, “I hope not,” he says, “I think I’d rather have Silver as my dad than have TK as my mom.”

“Wait, wait, wait, pause right there! Are you for real? Really?” Gasped Paintbrush, completely in disbelief of how he, for some twisted reason, chose Silver Spoon of all people over Tea Kettle.

Ballon, on the other hand, was genuinely confused. “Oh, jeez. Is he really that bad?”

“‘Bad’ is an understatement,” they muttered, “Tea Kettle’s way better than that royal pain in my ass.”

Because Balloon hadn’t gotten many opportunities to talk to Silver, he was more than intrigued about what made Paintbrush dislike him so strongly, “Tell me about it!”

That was how they spent the rest of the night, chatting away like time had stopped to wait for them. Surprisingly, they stayed out for a pretty long time, and they got on pretty well, too. Balloon was someone that they never pictured themselves getting along with, and clearly, tonight had certainly proved them wrong.

To have an actual lighthearted conversation with him for once made Paintbrush think that maybe Balloon wasn’t such a bad person after all. Maybe he had actually grown past his mistakes from their first season.

After a little more chit-chat, they both went their own separate ways and called it a night.

Paintbrush was glad to be friends with such a wide variety of people. After a night of wondering, thinking, and a lot of reminiscing, it was about time for them to actually go to bed.

Tomorrow awaits another challenge, after all, and they fully intend to give it all they have. This wasn’t where they planned on losing just yet.

For OJ’s sake, for Lightbulb’s, and maybe even Fan’s, they’ll try their hardest to win for them.

#inanimate insanity #ii paintbrush #ii balloon #lightbrush #fantube

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queenalyx · 1 year

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Alright, here we go, Archon Alyx's big 10th ed Drukhari review! I will avoid going over things we didn't already know about from the faction focus.

Starting off, of course, with the Archon.

Interesting stuff, now every Drukhari list gets Agents of Vect by default which imo is awesome, esp since it means our choices aren't exactly limited when we will always have access to Vect as an ability no matter what detachment we choose. Streamlined weapon options and a buffed huskblade is nice to see especially since people *only ever ran the Djin Blade anyways*. The leader ability is really good too for reasons I'll go over later. However I'm slightly disappointed by one thing.

Of course court of the archon and kabalites make sense as attachable units, but I'm curious why not Incubi? in 9th archons *specifically* buffed incubi as well as Kabal units and archons and incubi often hang out in battle. I was thinking that Incubi would be a potential unit for an archon to lead (especially with that juicy full reroll to wound while empowered combined with alliance of agony) but this is all fair and good.

Moving on down, we've got kabalites and OH BOY did they buff kabalites.

We already saw their profile and ability from the faction focus (8" move buff and sticky objectives while in transports, very juicy) but there's two huge things to note here. They took away MSU kabalites, but in exchange, you can take *all 4 special/heavy weapons*. With the buffs to dark lances, shredders finally being a flamer, and splinter cannons gaining sustained hits (not even mentioning the buff to poison to a 3+), kabalites are now back to being quite a threat. Combine this with the venom combat squads, and you see where this is going. special and heavy weapons riding around with an archon in a venom, the other 5 fellas to sit on a backfield objective or otherwise screen. Beautiful. Absolutely fantastic. Bringing back venom heavy shooting drukhari could be both a good and a bad thing but I am personally an enjoyer of that playstyle.

Moving along swiftly to my Best Boy, Drazhar

Honestly I don't have much to say, losing the -1 damage ability is fair enough, considering most things have (my least favourite common mechanic from 9th) but most importantly, he's lost his fight twice, in exchange for a very interesting ability. I don't know how good it'll be honestly, but Drazhar has always excelled at character assassination anyways so it could be good. He's the only character that leads Incubi and he buffs them nicely so I will continue taking him myself.

Speaking of incubi, I am deeply saddened.

They got completely gutted. Base 5++ is nice, don't get me wrong, but they lost +1 damage on 6s to wound, they lost fight last in exchange for battle shock (which is fine tbh) and most importantly, *they lost 2+ WS base*. MY BOYS HIT ON 3s!!!!! Their presence in 9th was honestly quite heavy so I expected a nerf but this? this seems like a lot. I'll still run them because they are just tough beatsticks that are great for throwing at anything important (especially with Drazhar in tow and being empowered) or to mince heavy infantry, but they really took a big hit.

On to covens!

First up, Urien.

Minor spoiler, we're in for another covens heavy edition, so get those grotesque STL files ready to print (please give us plastic grots) and uh. I guess none of use put our Talos away since they've been pretty core for the past 2 editions. Urien here is almost certainly a must take imo, as you will all see, haemys lost their healing, so Urien is gonna be our only healing. But boy does he heal. Flat 3 wounds or flat 3 wracks back? Yes please! Alongside his casket which is a 3d6 flamer with devastating wounds for the potential to spike an *unholy* amount of mortal wounds if the rolls hit. He doesn't give buffs to the unit he's attached to but wracks have always been screening and objective sitting units anyways, so the only reason you'd attach him to wracks is to keep him from being shot. Also he's still got his Celestine revive which is fun.

Base haemonculus' now!

Their profiles are nothing fancy (I'm too lazy to go screenshot it) but key thing to note is they can also only be attached to wracks. A bit of a disappointment for sure, I had visions of a haemonculus with a huge blob of grots all getting buffed from alliance of agony, but considering the haemy's leader buff, I think it's fair (4+ FNP for the unit). If these fellas are cheap, with the new way army's are made, I imagine we might see two or three of these guys running around with blobs of wracks to sit on objectives and be nigh impossible to move without some serious focus fire. I did say we were in for a covens heavy edition!

Speaking of wracks.

Would've been cool if they had sticky objectives but I guess kabalites already took that spot. Don't know how useful that ability is going to end up being I'll be honest, wracks aren't exactly the most aggressive unit and with the haemy's buff I expect they'll be doing the same as they always do: screening and holding objectives. Not much else of note.

Here's the big one. Talos engine.

Holy Vect. What an ability. *Permanent empowerment*. The sheer amount of value there is immense. And, as teased in the faction focus, those haywire blasters are looking devious. Interesting to note that ichor injectors are no longer free mortals, so I imagine we'll either see macro scalpel chain flail return, or twin liquifier gauntlet as the weapon combos. Interested to see what people end up taking for the ranged weapon, whether the haywire blaster will be enough of a threat or the more consistent damage and strength of the heat lances will prevail. We'll have to see what top drukhari players take to the first major 10th tournaments to really know but I think I'm in favour of haywire and twin liquifier gauntlet for my Talos. And once again. *permanent empowerment*. Always rerolling to hit, always rerolling to charge. Ridiculous value.

Next up on the coven essentials, grots!

No more split between gauntlets and liquifiers! Now we just get one profile (decent tbh) *and* they can all take liquifier guns. Not much else to say they're mostly the same. Except, what's this? 4+ fight on death? as an *ability*? Not even a single CP spent for it either? So, not only are grotesques hard to kill, decently hard hitting against heavy/elite infantry and huge screens, they now also fight on death. *Yet another covens edition it is*.

I can't add anymore photos on mobile so I'm going to call this part one and do the Cults in a part two as a reblog, not much to say about them though so it'll be short.

#alyxposting #drukhari #40k #warhammer 40k #new warhammer #40k 10th edition #10th ed #10th edition

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tsuki-sennin · 2 years

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To the big dumb maze we go! A very interesting variety of games this time around. I rather like the idea of the labyrinth. Embracing the roguelike image we've got with a battle royale bend? I mean, I'd play it...

Still though, what awaits Ukiyo Ace at the finish line? What sinister plots await in the shadows?

The DGP Scheme Game may soon reach a Fever Pitch! Despite a rough start, our current five will see this through to the end! Remember Riders, past and present! If you don't fight, you don't survive! ...huh... wonder where that came from, hmm~?

...anyways, Spoilers, I guess...

-Y'know Tsumuri, I'm pretty sure there were a hell of a lot more people than six. ...though then again, considering the sorry performance Letter had, I can't imagine we had much better.

-Ah, yep, understandably still quite miffed.

-Breakfast :)

-So, those kanji were just kinda... hangin' there, huh?

-Oh come now, he just wants a job! Movie stardom can't pay all the bills

-"Punkjack. Kill him."

-I see Tsumuri cares very much about the rules.

-Ah, yep~! There it is~! Gotten too big for you to control, huh Papa Giroli?

-Keiwa-kun! Is there a Merry sheep attatching itself on your soul?

-Don't encourage gacha addiction! What the fuck guys?

-Oh shit, here we go!

-Neon-san...

-Yeah, you tell her, Dad!

-...not that I think you're a good guy or anything, but anything to get Neon outta there.

-Ah, so you're the one calling him out, huh?

-Ohhhhhhhh, management is holding your mom hostage, huh Ace?

-Goddamn ringtone.

-Gather round, folks! It's time to play!

-I see Punkjack's getting along with Grandpa Keilow.

-Very epic fall shot.

-In the Jamato Hole.

-Oh fuck, it's Keiwa.

-...is that a Christmas reef collar?

-Oh, shit, it's an escort mission!

-Every gamer's favorite!

-That kid went from having the shittiest day ever to the best day ever.

-Azuma hjlklhglj

-Welp, Keiwa, this is the guy they got to replace you!

-Ah fuck, Win's layin' down the moves.

-Can't leave.

-Alright, Cipher time!

-Jyamato Maids?

-Oh shit, Lovelica's the mastermind.

-Time to boost on through, I guess!

-HENSHIN

-Ah fuck, Rider Troops so soon? Shit man, we're in big trouble now!

-Agony

-"Imma borrow this"

-Beat! And! Boost!

-Oh goddammit airhorn.

-Well, this sucks.

-Bonk!

-Man, the Jamato... I didn't think too much of them before, but they're horrifying creatures once we get down to it.

-The Game Master. ...you were everywhere on the cringe side of YouTube a few years ago. You did however star in one of my favorite Danny Gonzalez videos, so I guess I give you a pass.

-Poor dude's horrified.

-Riders. Good luck.

-Oh very smart Mr. Game Master. Just drop 'em in for anybody to pick up.

-Good job, Giroli. You done fucked up big time.

-Ohhhh...

-That's a garden.

-I never expected plants to come back so hard from Gaim, but...

-I see this old fella here is our new villain!

-Our package has arrived.

-I seeeee...

-Oh shit, no time to think about Kurama, the violence is beginning!

-Oh fuck, the slots.

-Okay, we cheated!

-Excuse you, Hareruya, she's his older sister. Get it right, man.

-Azuma just comes right in, sayin' "Heeeeey, I'm the one who's supposed to murder Geats!"

-"C'mon sonny, it's way too early for you to quit!"

-Ohhhhh... that's... very terrifying. Just... being made to give up.

-Natural Order?

-Ohhhhh, Keilow's gonna kick ass.

-Grandpa...

-Once again, a bird guy fought for the sake of someone far younger and paid dearly for doing the right thing.

-My man fought...

-GOLDEN FEVER!

-Believe and luck will find you!

-Boooom!

-Goddamn!

-I love these freeze frame shots so much.

-THERE IT IS!

-The Boostriker!

-Golden Fever Victory!

-Ah, ending with a Bike Hammer!

-Fuck

-Up we go!

-Oh shit, Jyamato.

-We're finding that there password next time.

-Keiwa, let's gooooo!

-Oh shit, two guns, huh Ace? Double shot.

-Let's gooooo!

#kamen rider #kamen rider geats #kr geats #geats spoilers #the world's next round: trick shot of desire for the grand victory

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definitelyanearthperson · 11 months

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Secret invasion(2023) makes no sense (a review/my thoughts on the show, presented with memes)

(Spoilers ahead)

Just finished the whole show in one sitting, after watching the first episode and seeing Maria died at the end I kinda lost all interest ngl, but I do care about The Marvels so, you gotta do what you gotta do *shrugs*

Anyway, here are some thoughts on the show presented with memes to make things less boring

First, let’s get one thing clear:

The girls when Maria Hill died for nothing:

Don’t think I needed to explain this one, rip Maria

Look if they are trying to set up The Marvels with secret invasion than why the fuck did they sent fury back down to earth in the beginning just so they sent him back up at the end???

What’s even is the point of sending Fury down at the first place smh

Fury @ the skrulls

It bothers me that Fury knows he couldn’t find a new home for the skrulls all these years ago and just decided to not tell them? What’s worse is that he got mad at Talos when he told him he called all the skrull refugees to earth because Fury was absent.

Like man make a deal with the skrulls, used them to do his bidding, finds out he can NOT find them a new home, and just did nothing about it??

This is either bad writing from the writers or Fury is just the worse person ever

My reaction to Fury leaving Talos’s body on the fucking ground:

Pretty self explanatory, I understand his death is (sort of) necessary to the story, Talos was trying to show humanity who the skrulls are in hopes of gaining trust and empathy from them( I guess, we don’t really get enough of the skulls to tell us what the fuck they do)

Again, seeing Fury saving the president first then promise to come back to get Talos, resulting in him getting stab by Gravik, all while showing little to no reaction to his death after?!

Aren’t you guys bff for years???

Like I get it, Fury is the super spy that must focus on the big picture and deal with his personal emotions later, but we get literally no reaction about it other then one conversation with G’iah and even then, she’s the one who asked to have her father’s body back so that she could bury him.

(Maybe I don’t understand Fury’s character idk)

Now enough about the rant, tl;dr in terms of plot, they have no plot, things don’t make sense character wise( or I just don’t understand these characters), I have no fucking idea what even is the theme of this show, yeah it’s just all over the place

So let’s talk about the positives :

Emilia Clarke, exists :

Me:

Tbh is not just her, Olivia Colman and Charlayne Woodard both did a good job of portraying their characters.

Sonya is a scary fella who give no fucks and Varra/ Priscilla shows us the human side of the skrulls/ Fury( still absolutely hated that scene when Varra asked Fury “would you have loved me if I’d never changed” then Fury had the balls to say “guess we never know”???)

Also the fight scenes are alright and I like the final stand off between Gravik and Fury (G’iah in disguise ) NOT the fight scene,the scene where Gravik was calling out Fury, loved the intensity and energy of that scene, it shows how angry Gravik is towards Fury(rightly so) and explains why Gravik did what he felt like he needed to do.

Anddd yeah that’s it idk what more to say, still excited about The Marvels tho

#don’t think I’ve seen a marvel show with less hype than secret invasion lol #not the most coherent thing I’ve written hope it’s not too difficult to understand #secret invasion #secret invasion spoilers

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tranquilspot · 1 year

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John: Captchalogue GameBro.

It might come in handy if you ever need something that burns easily.

The ecologist part in me is growling, but on the other hand good riddance. Alright, I'll try to speed up a bit. I kinda want to reach the part where the beta is installed, preferably in June.

John: Captchalogue magician's hat.

You expend your final card on the MAGICIAN'S HAT.

No more room in the sylladex.

John: Get funny glasses too.

You don't have a free card in your SYLLADEX! However, you are able to MERGE the BEAGLE PUSS with the MAGICIAN'S HAT to create a CLEVER DISGUISE.

Merging! What was the other concept again? Starting with a 'c'. In c.. *search in past posts* conjunction! Mark that down, writers, write that down.

John: Wear disguise to fool dad.

*raise eyebrow*

John? Who is this "John" you speak of? You are quite certain there has never been, nor ever will be... Yeah, this is a really shitty disguise.

No shit, Sherlock! Points for trying at the very least.

While you are wearing the items, they remain on the card, but it is temporarily removed from the deck, thus freeing up the cards beneath it.

*sigh* wasted potential for cool shit and shenanigans.

Finally!

CW: major spoilers of themes, key objects, characters and places Edit: I confused "hallowed" with "hollowed" so I changed my commentary accordingly

John: Leave room.

So, I learned recently that the harlequin paintings are different in the books, because of copyrights issues? I don't recall exactly, just that it has to be changed.

On one wall hangs a picture of a fella who sure knows how to have a laugh, a man after your own heart. You always thought he looked a lot like Michael Cera. […]

Don't ask me, I wouldn't know. Though I do know that it's a picture that come up first in images search, so we can conclude that it's just a random dude.

But your DAD swears on the many HALLOWED TOMBS of Egypt that it is not. You're not sure about that though.

Interesting choice of words here. We have "hallowed tombs" and "egypt". The tombs and resting places in general are a main theme in the alpha teens' session in Act 6. Important to note that grieving deceased kin is also a significant theme in Homestuck. Egypt echoes to pyramids, which can be briefly seen on Roxy's Land. There's also the Cairo Overcoat, a garment juju worn by the Big Bad himself, that can turn into a transportation device, a flying sarcophagus. A early mention of those themes, which I'm pretty sure weren't plotted at this point of the story. Though I wonder why DAD specifically swore on these? What does this entail? "I swear on a sacred tomb in a far away land". Shouldn't he swear on a closer person? For example 'I swear on my beloved deceased mother'?

'You're not sure about that though.' When you look deeper into it, John's right to be skeptical. Not for the same reasons obviously but he's right. Perhaps DAD is outrightly lying, out of embrassement or fear of copyright claims? Perhaps DAD is right, but his metaphor is dubious, thus casting suspicion on its veracity? It's all very silly. And the answer is shrouded in darkness. Hmm, swearing on an sacred tomb. I feel like there's a connection to LE, but I don't see what or how exactly. Also a 'hallowed tomb' could refer to a tomb raid by adventurers. Jake English/Harley?

On the other wall is one of your DAD'S stupid clowns. Or HARLEQUINS, as he is quick to correct anyone who would venture such brazen assumption.

Language dictates that distinction is important,

Having coulrophobia (fear of clowns) harlequins seem way more friendly. Mainly because of them wearing masks, and not necessarily makeup, which conceal more their face. And idk I always saw their behavior as creepy. Plus harlequins have pleasant and colorful clothes so points for them. Harlequin (or arlequin in french) is from the commedia dell'arte, according to Wikipedia. Wait 'an emissary of the devil'?! But I always thought Arlequin was a poor, mischievous dude that tricked the cops and hit people with his wand. I guess his depiction changed with time. Anyway, clown, jester and harlequin seem to belong to the same family tree. Their behavior, clothes and fonction is what is different. A jester serves royalty (or noblemen), make people laugh and have the privilege of mocking the king without getting punished. They are recognizable by their hat. In french, being 'un bouffon' is calling someone pathetic, or more commonly, a loser. A clown wears makeup, entertain people but mostly children nowadays, is often affiliate to a circus (not always), shape balloons, etc.. Clown is not only a profession, but also a more general behavior, whether it's to play to the gallery, being pathetic or being blatantly in denial (man progressively putting on a clown disguise meme) Harlequin is a poor man (pieces of cloth stiched together), comical valet depicted as lazy, having a great appetite (both for food and women), acrobatic, a trickster but mainly want to avoid making any effort. But back to Homestuck proper

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#homestuck #act 1 #homestuck reread #reread blog #john egbert #clowns #harlequins #egypt #tombs #grief #death theme #lord english

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crowryes · 4 years

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dont hmu 😔🤚 just got major character deaths and backstory spoilers while I was on episode 3 of campaign two of CR

#when u scroll a little too far in the comments #the mighty nein #Critical role #alright spoilers from here down fellas #there was a comment in ep 2 that mentioned how much they missed mollymauk #also one on ep3 that mentionnés a big chunk of caleb’s backstory #mollymauk tealeaf #he was my favorite character wtf 😿

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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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Holy Crap!

Corpse Husband & Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Minor SPOILERS for Resident Evil 8: Village, Swearing

Genre: Humor, Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Y/N and Corpse bite off more than they can chew with the new Resident Evil game, mesmerized by the tall vampire lady ;)

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for the lovely request - as someone who is still obsessed with Resident Evil (especially Village), I can’t thank you enough for putting that in a mashup with one of my favorite people of all time! I’m so sorry you’ve had to wait so long for it but here it finally is! Hope the fic makes up for the wait! Love, Vy ❤

“Hello everyone!“ Corpse greets his audience.

“Hi!“ You squeal excitedly, unable to contain yourself as you impatience rises, close to breaking through the goddamn roof.

“Welcome back to Resident Evil Village, last time when we left off we were about to enter what I think is the castle where the tall beautiful lady lives.“ Corpse explains, as his mouse moves to the CONTINUE button on the main menu of the game, “Ready when you are, Y/N.”

“Have never been more ready in all my life.“ You reply, cracking your knuckles as your gaze fixates on the desk, scanning to make sure you’ve got all you need for throughout the stream. Since you’re not playing yourself, you’ve got some snacks handy to gnaw on during the intense moments when Corpse is the bigger entertainment, shadowing the game itself with his panicking and fear.

“Alright...“ He chuckles, amused but not surprised. “Let’s continue then.“

He comes across a gate with a lever switch that needs to be pulled down for it to open. Just as Ethan’s about to complete the action, a cut-scene plays.

“Oh fuck.“ You mumble under your breath, knowing this is probably not gonna be pretty.

“Well, well, well...“ A voice of a man catches Ethan’s attention, turning our first person point of view to look at its owner.

You’re left quite amazed by the sight of him, and you’d be glad to admit it. He looks disheveled and unclean, but his confident stance holds enough power to make up for his lack of self-care in terms of appearance and hygiene.

When you snap back from the momentary daydream, you find that Ethan’s now getting dragged by the fella, his body bound by chains as he powerlessly slides through the darkness, hearing faint taunting remarks from the man.

“Hasn’t this man had enough already?! His wife was killed, his baby was taken, he’s already lost a couple fingers! Let him breath, for fuck’s sake!“ Complains Corpse, all righteous and whatnot.

You, as gone as you are, just mindlessly and a bit too casually slur out, “He’s kinda hot.”

Far too casually, since it flabbergasts Corpse, contrasting your calmness, “The hobo?!?!”

“Hey, don’t call him that!“ You argue back, “It’s just my taste in men, I can’t do anything about it!“

He sighs, exasperated, “If that’s your taste in men I’m so fucking screwed.“

You open your mouth to throw some sass his way but find yourself slack-jawed at the sight on your computer screen before you. You’re eyes have reached the size of plates as you take it all in. Take her in with all her glory.

“Holy crap...“ You mutter in unison with Corpse who seems just as mesmerized as you, neither of you listening to the dialog being exchanged.

Lady Dimitrescu then gets up from the chair she’s sitting in, towering over the ‘hobo’ who’s been introduced as Heisenberg but he’s not even on the back-burner of your mind at this point. Your brain has been invaded and colonized by this vampire lady, leaving you speechless.

“Holy crap!“ This time you both exclaim. You have never seen anything or anyone who holds so much power. You would be laughing at yourself for that strong comment you made about Heisenberg just minutes ago. That is if your entire body didn’t just shut down.

A couple minutes pass before you two come back to your senses, reminding yourselves that you’re streaming and that you’ve worried your audiences with the silence that has lasted far too long at this point.

“What’re we doing?“ Corpse asks, disoriented as all hell as he looks around, realizing he’s in a whole different area and Ethan’s hands are now cuffed.

That’s when you glimpse at the chat telling you both that you need to run Ethan for his life, something Corpse clearly hasn’t noticed.

“Corpse, you’re in control! Run!“ You exclaim, suddenly hearing the howling and growling of the werewolf creatures.

He hears it too and takes off running in an instant, very much not sure of where he’s going.

“HOLY SHIT!“

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goji-pilled · 3 years

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Okay @princekirijo you want an essay? Well here it is now, or as I like to call it Felix's "Asumari is great and this fandom has no fucking taste" rambling and infodump. Congrats fellas, thanks to Prince you ALL get an asumari essay. But before that I'll try to give you a rundown of Mari and Asuka.

(I'm also so sorry for putting this long ass post on everyone's dashboard)

(Spoiler warning for Evangelion 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time!!)

Alright on one hand we have Mari Illustrious Makinami. Her whole deal? She's a walking ray of sunshine, literally lol. Unlike any other character in the Evangelion franchise she doesn't suffer from her trauma, she's quite literally the only healthy and functioning human being, she's just slightly leaning towards "batshit crazy" with the stunts she pulls 🤷‍♂️. Other than that she just loves living, she loves being with people, she keeps moving forward, stays positive and decides to live life to it's fullest even after she experiences loss and multiple apocalyptic events (Second Impact, Third Impact, etc.) and she really just embodies the joy of living. That's all there is to her, or at least all we know.

On the other hand, we have Asuka Langley Shikinami who is... well it's hard to explain what she is to be honest. She's part-German and part-Japanese and part of a line of clones specifically made with the purpose to pilot an Evangelion and later on be used as a sacrifice to trigger another Impact (ITS COMPLICATED I KNOW-) Asuka is, unlike Mari, very much suffering from her trauma. She doesn't have her parents and has a very deep seated belief that she's completely alone, which she says doesn't matter as long as she can pilot the Eva. She also very much wants to fight and kill angels all by herself, and it's seriously messing with her when she can't achieve that.

Now we get to the more interesting parts (hopefully this so far wasn't too confusing, then again it's Eva and even I can't fully wrap my head around it all LMAO)

In the second Rebuild movie (Evangelion 2.0 You can (not) advance) we get introduced to both of them, Mari's introduction scene (in the original English dub) has her pilot an Eva and singing about how she'll take the world on by herself, while in the third movie's (Evangelion 3.0 You can (not) redo) opening scene she's piloting the Eva again but this time it's together with Asuka (in her own Unit 02 though) and during that Mari sings about how wonderful it is not to be alone. It's nothing big yet, but it's a really cute detail me thinks,,, you know what else I love about them? They bicker and they banter and it's genuinely so fun to listen to shskdhsuwj

(For a quick catch up: During the end of 2.0 Shinji (the protagonist) triggers another apocalyptic event, the Near Third Impact, and was only stopped due to Kaworu (the guy in my pfp) stepping in. Also between 1.0/2.0 and 3.0/3.0+1.0 are about 14 years (without Shinji bc he's like comatose) where A LOT happens AND we learn in 3.0 that Eva pilots don't age physically bc of "The curse of the Eva"... honestly Eva is wild lmao)

Okay okay I'll get back to it!

So one thing that happens is that Asuka during 2.0 develops a crush on Shinji (girl why-), unfortunately things take a turn for the worse. Asuka had volunteered to be the testpilot for a new Eva (Unit 03), she seemed happy at the time and it was a really sweet build up with the "I can smile, I didn't know I could still do that."-line. And then? Then it turns out the Ninth Angel had infected Unit 03 (Angels are basically the Kaijus they fight using Evas btw). The thing goes on a loose and Shinji is forced to fight it (With Asuka inside mind you), he refuses and his father uses an autopilot to destroy Unit 03. And boy did it destroy the angel, well it and it crushed Asuka between its jaws (you can actually hear her scream btw haha pain :)).

Asuka survived though, but the whole incident cost her her humanity and she ended up becoming an angel herself/she took the place of the Ninth. But despite that, there's one person who keeps believing in Asuka's humanity, who fiercely believes Asuka is still a human and tells her as much.

Yep, that one person is Mari and she keeps holding onto that belief until the very end when Asuka uses her last resort, which is using the power of an angel (Doing so was a guaranteed death sentence btw). Mari's own words (in the German dub) were, "Princess, you're giving up being human…" AND IT MAKES ME SO EMO GOD FUCK

While I'm at it, Mari and Asuka are a fucking killer combo as a team. They rely on each other for support in combat, listen to the other's orders and advice. Especially in Asuka's case it's kind of a big deal that she so openly relies and counts on Mari's support. Like these two trust each other with their damn lifes!!! Holy shit!!

Guess what though, they also have nicknames for eachother. Mari always calls Asuka "Princess" or "(Your) Highness" while Asuka calles Mari "Four-eyes" / "Four-eyed chrony (idk how you spell that tbh RIP" Even better though, in the German dub Asuka calls Mari "Brillerella" as in a combination of "Brille" (German for glasses) and "Cinderella",,,,Cinderella and her Prince,,,Brillerella and her Princess,,, man, that was a gay fucking move of the translation team. Spoiler: I owe them my life.

Funfact: There's exactly two times throughout the Rebuild movies where Mari uses Asuka's actual name. These two times being when she watches Asuka "die" and be used as a sacrifice for Gendo's selfish plan and when later on she begs Shinji, "So please the Princess… Asuka needs your help!" And the best part? That wasn't even the first time she did that. The mentioned line came from 3.0+1.0, but she did that too in 3.0 with the, "At least save the Princess!" line (although her tone was much more...pissed, like she was really angry lol)

Remember the crush Asuka had on Shinji? Well due to the Unit 03 incident a whole lot of other shit got mixed into that and her feelings for him in general became really bitter (understandably so). Now Mari being who she is sometimes teases Asuka about said old crush but she really does want Asuka to get closure and sort that mess out.

As an example for the teasing, in 3.0 there's a scene that goes like this (please imagine Mari with a literal :3 face while saying that):

"Unit! Are you back in the game?"

"I'm on it, your Highness. But first things first, how was our little puppy (Shinji)? Did he sit like a good little boy?"

"He's exactly the same! Same stupid face talking mayhem!"

"That goofy face of his, that's what you wanted to see? Riiiiight?"

"Shut up! I went there to bat him one!... And I feel better!"

There's also a very short bonus manga that was released in Japan for Thrice Upon a Time's release that has Mari trying to convince Asuka to come with her on the mission to get Shinji, given everything that follows, it's just another thing to prove my point. And the final bit relating to that is this:

"Feeling better now?"

"Yeah, I do feel better."

That's the exchange Asuka and Mari have after they talked to Shinji, it's nothing special but I think it's really sweet and this time Asuka actually sounded like she was feeling better instead of when she was screaming after she nearly broke pretty thick glass with her fist (If she had hit someone with that much force she definitely would've broken something omggg #violentimpulsesgang)

To get back on track though: I already mentioned it but during the second half of 3.0+1.0 Asuka "dies" (and honestly that entire scene is worth its own in-depth post because its just one huge parallel to The End of Evangelion), the point is: You can tell that the loss of Asuka honestly hits Mari hard. Not only because of how Mari screams Asuka's name but also because of her expressions. They're pained, like really fucking pained and Mari even apologizes to her that she has to fall back due to the fact that she's injured AND because eveything is going wrong.

After the events of Evangelion 3.0 these two got seperated from eachother, Mari was with WILLE (the organization both of them are with) and on board of Wunder (the ship WILLE basically operates from) while Asuka was in a Village full of (Near) Third Impact Survivors. When they do meet again it went like this:

Asuka, barely back, comes to the door and calls, "I'm back." And within seconds of Asuka stepping into their room after the door opens Mari already runs towards her, arms wide open and she says, "Welcome back, your Highness! Good job. I missed you so much!" And she says that while she literally nuzzles into Asuka,,,like,,,what the fuck gay people real!!!

Best part? Asuka clearly has enough strength to push Mari completely away if she were uncomfortable, but she doesn't. Asuka merely wanted enough space to look at the room (because Mari managed to horde even more books lol) and play her game. During their entire renunion Mari keeps hugging her, and part of me thinks that perhaps deep down Asuka actually enjoys the feeling of physical affection.

Before we get to the last point though, let me say that Asuka and Mari have scenes in 3.0+1.0 that parallel Shinji and Kaworu's from 3.0. (Fyi Kaworu loves Shinji (yeah, like that, and 3.0 was basically them being gay as fuck for an hour) so like...do I even need to explain?

And then of course there's also this, the "Take care of yourself, Princess…" line. That is the last time Mari talks to Asuka and as much as that line alone already is so much, it's Mari's expression in particular that kills me. Because this? This soft, almost bittersweet expression she has, as she basically says goodbye? Because she knows Asuka will finally be happy and safe? It just makes me feel so much actually. Man.

In the end it's a fact that Mari loved Asuka, wether that is interpreted as platonic or romantic by someone is up to them. But it is a fact that Asuka was loved enough that someone wanted to hug her, was happy to see her, to praise her, was hurt by her loss, wanted her to be safe, that someone told her "Take care of yourself…" Asuka was really and honestly so loved that someone would tell her, "I missed you."

But Asuka? Asuka was too hurt, too wrapped up in her own head to actually see how loved she was by Mari (and other people) that she genuinely believed she's completely alone and always will be alone.

It makes the "Take care of yourself" line hit even harder to me, because it's not only Mari's goodbye, but it's a goodbye during the one time Asuka allowed herself to be vulnerable and admit what she really wanted.

And honestly? All of this? Its makes me feel so many things and I just love them so much man.

#the felix talk #IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG #HDMSGDMDGSJSGEH #3.0+1.0 spoilers

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