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unreadpoppy · 6 months

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song as old as rhyme - chapter 9

{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}

chapter 8

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A/N: I don't know how I feel about this chapter. Maybe it could have been better but this was the best i could come up with. Also, I may be rushing some things but it's so that we get to some important plot points faster. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Haarlep had essentially dragged Elize around the House of Hope, most of the places she had seen before, but hearing them talk about each room did bring her some comfort.

Eventually, they found themselves sitting across from one another in a random room, asking questions about each other. There was a bottle of wine between, which had been mostly consumed by the incubus.

“So, you’re his personal incubus?” Elize asked. Haarlep nodded. “What does that mean?” She had a vague idea that these creatures needed sex to survive but she’d never imagine that Raphael would house one in his home.

Haarlep chuckled. “It means that I do all the work while Raphael lays on his back and barks orders.”

“And why do you look like him?”

“Because Raphael only fucks Raphael, dear.”

“Oh.” Was all Elize could think to reply. “And how did you get here? Why did you start working for him?”

“Curious thing, aren’t you?” He raised an eyebrow, taking a swing from the bottle. Up until that point, he had been the one doing most of the questioning. “I was sent here by his dear father, Mephistopheles, to distract the naughy boy.” He paused. “Although, when that misadventurer, Tav, showed up with their tadpole problem, I had a hard time in doing my job.”

Before Elize could ask further, Haarlep stopped her. “But enough about me. Did you know” Haarlep began the question “that you talk in your sleep?”

“What!?” Elize exclaimed. “I do not talk in my sleep.”

“Yes, you do.”

“I do not.” She sipped from the glass.

“I saw you doing it.” Haarlep smirked. “You were mumbling something about ‘mommy’ and ‘sunsets’ and ‘nightmares’.” They said each word in a mocking tone.

Elize’s lips formed a thin line and she used the wall behind her to help her up, visibly upset by that. “I think I should get to work.”

“Oh, come on, just when things started to get good?” Haarlep said, also standing up.

Before they could continue arguing, a portal opened and through it, walked out a dwarf woman and a tiefling girl.

“Korilla, Mol!” Haarlep addressed the new arrivals. ”What brings you here?”

“The master is going to receive an important guest today.” The dwarf replied. “He ordered the house to be clean. Everything has to be in order and everyone is to be on their best behavior.” She then noticed Elize behind Haarlep. “You must be the new girl. I’m Korilla Hearthflame.” She said, with a slight bow. ‘And this is Mol.” The dwarf pointed towards the child.

“I’m Elize.” Was all she replied.

“Now that everyone’s acquainted, it’s time to get to work.” Haarlep said and so, for hours, the four of them made sure that the House of Hope was in good condition. Elize was glad to no longer be the only one holding the broom.

When the master of the house arrived, everyone felt it. It was as if the air stopped to greet him.

Elize and Korilla had been tasked with waiting the table for Raphael and his guest. Both women would take turns serving the meals. Whenever it was Elize’s turn to go in, she would try to do everything as quickly as possible, avoiding eye contact.

The guest was an elven man, with long blonde hair. Elize wondered what could he have to offer to be of such importance for the devil, but she kept her thoughts to herself. Now, she was waiting for the dwarf to return to the kitchen.

There was a knock on the door and Elize opened it, allowing Korilla to walk out. Suddenly, she smelled something familiar.

“Is this smell coming from that?” She asked, pointing towards the opened wine bottle the dwarf was holding.

“Yes.” Korilla replied. “It was the guest who brought it and made a point that it was served tonight.”

“May I?” Elize opened up her hand and the bottle was placed in it. She brought the wine close to her nose and took a sniff. Besides the smell of wine, she noticed a hint of berries and a subtle, woodsy and earthy scent. It was when she smelled something very sweet, that she realized.

A memory appeared in Elize’s mind eye. She remembered her mother teaching her about different kinds of poisonous plants and how to spot them.

She also remembered her mother laying on the floor, a drink with that smell rolling on the ground.

Elize came back to her senses. “Korilla, did you serve this to them?” She asked in a worried tone.

“Yes, why do you-” Before she could finish, Elize was running towards the room where the dinner was served.

Elize ran, ignoring Korilla’s shouts, and bursted through the doors of the room.

Raphael, who looked human, put his chalice down and got up, furious. Before he started shouting, Elize interrupted him.

“He’s trying to poison you!” She screamed.

“What?” Raphael replied but before he could go further, his nose began to bleed, and he almost fell on the table, coughing, a hand on his heart. He looked deadly at his guest. Before the man could try to run away, the devil snapped his fingers and the elf disintegrated.

The spell proved itself to use too much of his remaining strength, as immediately afterwards, Raphael fell backwards. Elize ran towards the fireplace and grabbed the poker, using it to pull some coal out. At the same time, Korilla, Haarlep and Mol had arrived.

Elize began to bark orders. “Someone get me water, a plate and paper! Quickly!” They all sprung into action. The girl took the hot pieces of coal in her hands and knelt besides Raphael. His eyes had glossed over.

Soon, Haarlep and Mol appeared beside her with the plate and the water. She poured the water on the plate and began to mix it with the charcoal. Finally, Korilla arrived with the paper. Elize rolled up the paper, making it into a funnel and told the incubus to hold it to the devil’s mouth.

She placed Raphael’s head on her lap, and while Haarlep held the makeshift funnel, Elize poured the coal water into the funnel. She poured a good portion of it and stopped, to see if Raphael reacted.

Nothing, besides some spasms. She continued pouring. Eventually, the plate was empty and Raphael looked as good as dead.

“Oh gods, please…” Elize whispered. They all looked defeated until the devil lurched forwards and vomited the coal out.

He spent a good moment like that until he finally stopped, and just laid on his side, breathing heavily.

Looking relieved, Elize turned to Haarlep. “Take him to his room.” She said. “We will clean this mess in the meantime.” They nodded and carried Raphael out of the room. Now that they knew the master would live, the situation dawned on Elize, and she began to shake slightly.

After the devil and the incubus left the room, Mol got up and turned towards Elize. “How did you know to do that?!” The young girl asked.

“My mother, she… she taught me some things.” Was all Elize replied. She got up on shaky knees and without another word, began to clean the table.

#raphael x oc #raphael x elize #not tav oc #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #beauty and the beast AU #my writing #haarlep bg3 #haarlep #mol bg3 #korilla bg3

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jessequinones · 5 months

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Writing Trope pt2: Magically changing your POC character

Before I begin I want to thank you all for your support. I'm new to creating articles so if I say anything that doesn't make sense let me know and I'll try and do better next time.

If you wish to read pt 1 first here's the link: https://www.tumblr.com/jessequinones/734832484494245888/writing-trope-magically-changing-your-poc?source=share

Moving on, I want to take another look at this trope because it was pointed out to me that in all of the movies I recommended last time (Princess and the Frog, Soul, Brother Bear, The Emperors New Groove, Coco) the main character who's a person of colour that transforms was just that. Only the main character changes and not the rest of the cast so is this trope still considered racist?

Before I begin I want to state that this is a relativity new trope and it’s up for a lot of debate. I understand the frustration when a new trope gets discovered and it’s being labelled as racist but I always say to listen to why these people call this trope racist.

Back to the question at hand, it has less to do with the rest of the cast turning into something and more about the number of times this trope pops up in the first place.

For clarity's sake, I’m going to be talking about Disney's fully animated theatrical movies since those are the stories most people would’ve seen. Keep in mind these aren't the only examples of said trope. Disney has been around for one hundred years. They started to create animated movies with Snow White in 1937 and since then, there have only been two movies where the main character is black and takes the leading role. Princess and the Frog, and Soul. (Yes I include Pixar as a part of Disney). In both movies, the main character doesn’t stay as themselves.

I want to reiterate that I’m only talking about Disney theatrical releases. Theatrical releases are the big ones, the ones with the advertising, and the ones most people know about. Going through Disney’s catalogue of every single animated movie which includes straight to video would take a very long time.

Continuing on, 83 years of animated movies and both times where someone in the black community could see themselves for who they are, the main character doesn’t stay as themselves and that’s the problem with this trope.

One could argue there have been two movies featuring Native Americans, Pocahontas and Brother Bear, in which only Brother Bear is a movie about transformation and while that is true. Pocahontas is just a really bad…bad…bad movie. Talking about everything that movie does wrong would require another post all on its own. In fact, Brother Bear only exist because it was a response to Pocahontas as a way for Disney to say that they could write a better Native American story.

Moving on, remember when I said I felt like the reason why this trope exists is because white writers don’t know how to write a person of colour so they transform the main character to make it “easier”? Out of two movies (using Soul and Princess and the Frog as reference), there were six writers in total, only one of them had a black writer, and he wasn’t even the lead writer for said movie.

I’ve also gotten the argument that The Little Mermaid is a transformation story and while that's true. It’s about a mermaid transforming into a human, not a human being transforming into something else against their will. I’ve also seen the argument that the Beast in Beauty and the Beast is a transformation story and all I have to say is no…it’s not. The story is about Belle, yes the Beast does get transformed into a beast at the start of the movie against his will, but it’s not his story. It’s Belle’s.

This is why it doesn’t matter if the rest of the supporting cast doesn’t transform, the main character. The one the audience is supposed to connect with doesn’t stay as themselves if they’re a person of colour.

Side characters improve a story, but the story isn’t about them, it’s about the hero against an obstacle. (Most often times a villain). When comparing stories, talking about them and the impact they leave, unless it’s needed, no one cares about the side characters. Having gay LGBTQIA+ characters in your story is great, and the LGBTQIA+ community might enjoy them if they're done right., but the LGBTQIA+ community would still want a story where they’re the hero, not the supporting cast. In fact, going back to the black-and-white style of television. During the Wild West days, it was a trope that the white cowboy always had a funny Hispanic character as his sidekick and who got the girl in the end? The white cowboy. So yeah, communities who only see themselves as supporting roles, even if they enjoy those characters will often want a story where they're the hero for a change. This is why Zoro is such a good Hispanic cowboy movie because the main character is Hispanic and not a sidekick.

Getting back on track here, if every time you could see a story where the main character represents you and where you came from but the character never stays as themselves, it can kind of feel dehumanising. Which it is.

Don’t forget, that people of colour have been compared to animals and objects for their entire lives. While I don’t think any of these writers who wrote those transformation stories did it because of racism outright. It’s such a common thing that it should at least be considered before writing your transformation story.

I don’t say any of this as a way for you to stop enjoying these movies. I say this to other writers, if you’re gonna create a story and you have a person of colour who's in the leading role and you're a white writer, maybe…don’t force a transformation on them.

#writing #writeblr #book #books #bipoc #people of colour #how to #writing community #writing advice #writers #writing help #writing tips #writing tropes #disney #pixar #soul #coco

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samieree · 11 months

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Silver Princess || House of the Dragon

OC x Daemon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen

-> Chapter II

Chapter III "Royal Hunt"

Valaerya did as she promised her father. She began to participate in the life of the court, she did not isolate herself from others for days, sitting in a chamber or in the Dragonpit. She was present when Viserys announced that he would marry Alicent. The same she was at the wedding and even the entire ball, talking to the guests and dancing.

Less than a year later, her and Rhaenyra's brother Aegon was born. During that year, Val's father also finally seemed to let her go. Things were slowly returning to normal, back to before Aemma Arryn's death. She was sometimes overlooked again, and thus many things were let go - but it is worth mentioning that she took care of her duties "to the kingdom" herself.

Her father no longer even resented her for taking off her dragon's saddle, and steadfastly refuses to put it back on the beast's back.

Nothing special happened, life went on at court as before and the kingdom was at peace. Well, apart from the Stepstones...

It was already the second name day of Prince Aegon's and a great hunt was organized for this occasion.

"He's got your hair, Your Grace!"

"And eyes!"

"Beautiful prince!"

These words and others could be heard in the large chamber in the Red Keep, where everyone was still eating before leaving for the Kingswood. With the hunt coming up, her father didn't care much about Valaerya's attire, even though she maintained the same style of clothing she had after her mother's death.

It is worth mentioning that, in the meantime, she and her father came to an agreement on her clothing... Namely, that she would wear dresses only when it was really expected from her. That is, at all banquets and other events of this type. However, on any other day, she has the right to wear whatever she wants.

Valaerya had no idea if they had gotten along then because her father had actually let her go, or because Aegon had been born. But does the reason matter at all? No, the main thing is that everything went her way.

"Eat, prepare for the journey!" Exclaimed the king, helping himself to one of the many dishes on the table. At the same time, a man was standing beside him, still telling him that he had to deal with the problem at Stepstones immediately, but Viserys didn't seem to want to hear that today... "Valaerya, where is your sister?"

"Probably in the Godswood." She replied, turning her attention from the food to her father. "I can go get her if-"

"No need, Valerya." Alicent interjected. "I will go." Before Val could answer, Alicent was at the door.

"So I..." she began, turning to her father. "I'll better go to get ready for the trip. Because as we agreed, I can get there alone...?"

"You really can't come with us, daughter? The whole family together." Of course he tried to convince her. He wouldn't be himself if he didn't.

He tried hard to reconcile the family, although he broke it in two himself.

"I've been having a hard time with carriage travel lately." She lied, biting her tongue to keep from making some unpleasant remarks. She didn't want to argue again, not when things were back to normal.

"Alright..." He sighed. "Just don't be late." He pointed out, raising his index finger.

"As always." She smiled and left the room, immediately directing her steps to the courtyard.

A horse was waiting for her there, which she ordered to saddle. She was going to make her way to the camp in the Kingswood in her own way. It is not difficult to guess that she went straight to the Dragonpit, where she changed from a horse to a dragon. She took her time, knowing she wouldn't have a hard time catching up with the carriages on the dragon's back.

Already soaring low in the sky, she could see carriages headed for the forest. Kaerax overtook them easily. Soon after, she flew over the green treetops, slowly circling over the forest. Later, she began to lower her flight in the place of the camp. The gathered people scattered to the sides, making room for the beast. After circling the camp a few times to brake, the dragon finally landed on the spot made for it.

It bent down and tilted to it's side, allowing Valaerya to glide safely off it's back onto paw and then down to the ground. Perfectly, the moment the princess's foot touched the ground, the carriage coming from the castle stopped.

She stepped forward a little more to join the others in greeting her father as he disembarked. The people kept their distance, considering that the beast was just getting ready to fly away. It took off in the air just as Valaerya curtsied to greet her father - and involuntarily Alicent too - the dragon wings added "wings" to the princess, which looked pretty impressive from Viserys' perspective.

As soon as the dragon disappeared into the sky, humans filled the empty space, clapping and cheering for baby Aegon.

The only thing that surprised Val was that she didn't see Rhaenyra anywhere. Alicent didn't find her? Or maybe she preferred to stay in the castle? Did her father let her?

She didn't have time for these and other questions, because she did as she was supposed to, that is, she followed the royal couple to the largest of the tents.

"He's beautiful, don't you think, princess?" She heard the question after only a few minutes of looking around the tent. She turned to the maid, who was sitting and playing with little Aegon.

"Indeed, he is lovely" She admitted, trying hard to hide her reluctance.

The little one, seeing her, stretched out his hands towards her, immediately after turning over on his side on the ground. The maid didn't have to ask, Val knew what was on her mind. She sighed softly and went to sit next to her little brother.

"Come here..." She said quietly, taking him in her arms and sitting on her lap. "You wanted to play with me?" She asked, smiling slightly at the child. She couldn't be mean to him, not only because she shouldn't, but because she couldn't. After all, he hadn't done anything wrong to her, he hadn't asked to be born into this world.

He tried to tell her something, but it came out just like from any other child his age. He reached a hand towards her hair, running it through one of the two strands that ran down the sides of her face.

"Valaja..." He said in his own way, looking at her face. He seems to have just tried to say her name, very crookedly, but he tried.

"Valaerya." She corrected him, still smiling slightly. But he repeated it different anyway. "Va-lae-rya." She spelled out, still holding him on her lap.

"Valara." She rolled her eyes. This will be a nice test of her patience. And an ear, because hearing her name pronounced in many strange ways... Ugh...

She told him her name slowly a few more times, somehow not wincing each time when he couldn't pronounce it. But each time he got closer to the correct pronunciation.

"Valaerya..." He finally said, which widened the smile on her face.

"Good job." She replied, but she didn't call him her little brother after all. She ran her hand through his hair and took him off her lap, placing him back on the ground.

She wouldn't spend all day teaching her stepbrother how to talk, would she?

"You're going to be a great mother one day, princess." She heard from the maid when she had risen and was ready to go on. On what basis did she conclude this? Only that she sat down for several minutes and taught a two-year-old child to say her name? That's not a sign of being a good mother.

"Perhaps someday." She cut the conversation short.

Incidentally, the conversation would have ended quickly anyway, because Valaerya's attention shifted to her sister's rather loud argument with their father. She moved closer, listening to what it was all about. It was very easy and quick to see that they were arguing about Rhaenyra not wanting to get married.

It was only Otto speaking that drew their attention to the fact that they were arguing a bit too loudly. Then Viserys spoke softly to his elder daughter and asked his Hand what had happened. Maybe Val would have stayed to hear what Hightower had to say, but seeing Rhaenyra coming out of the tent very quickly, she followed her.

"Rhae!" She shouted after her once they were out of the tent. "Where are you going?"

"Why you want to know, you going to tell your father?" She replied clearly nervous, putting on her gloves and directing her steps to the place where the horses were standing.

"You know very well that I'm not going to..." she sighed, finally aligning her step with her. "And we both know that we're going to get married sooner or later-"

"He wanted to sell me to Jason Lannister! Trade me for Casterly Rock!" She exclaimed, stopping to turn to her sister.

"I underst-"

"No, You don't understand, Val! Because it doesn't concern you, I am the heir to the Iron Throne! It is for me that the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms will fight, and the one who will give the most will win! Even though I don't want any of them!" Val answered nothing.

She just stood there with her eyes downcast, letting her sister take her horse and ride away to gods only know where. She didn't even notice Ser Criston following her.

She was hurt by what she heard. She just wanted to support her, they are sisters after all. Always they could count on each other, as was the case after the death of their mother. Then their bond grew stronger, because if Valaerya wasn't in the Dragonpit, there was a good chance she was spending time with her sister.

But now... She felt horribly mistreated. She tried to understand that Rhaenyra was just upset by their father, and that was why she had blown up at her now, but... It didn't help her feel any better.

"Something wrong, princess?" She looked up and saw none other than Jason Lannister himself standing in front of her, a goblet of wine in his hand, which he sipped.

"Nothing, I decided to walk around the camp." She replied, walking past him and looking around as if she was genuinely interested in what was going on around her.

"We can walk together." I'm begging no.

"May I ask you a question, my Lord?" She asked, stopping suddenly and turning to face him.

"Always, princess."

"Haven't you an ounce of honor or even decency in you?" The question caught him off guard, it showed on his face. He had no idea what the younger of the princesses was up to. She continued only when she saw Jason was about to speak. "Tell me... Did you see how I come here?"

"Yes, princess, everyone has seen..."

"And you still think that if you can't impress my sister, you'll succeed with me?" At that moment, his face completely fell off. "My dragon is circling somewhere above the Kingswood right now, so you better watch out. Kaerax is very protective of me."

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The rest of the hunt would have gone quite normally if not for the escape of Rhaenyra, who found herself only the next day, returned to the camp with Ser Criston and... smeared with the blood of the boar, which they also brought with them.

It was one of the more successful trips, even considering this little accident. Valaerya had quite a good time, talking to many people, no longer out of compulsion, but out of sheer pleasure. It is true that she heard about marriage a few more times... But she generously decided to ignore it. The day after the hunt, she came to talk to her father in the hall where he always conferred with his advisers.

"You wanted to talk to me, father?" She asked, catching the attention of Viserys, who was just finishing a letter.

"Yeah, sit down, I'll just finish this..." She moved closer, taking a seat next to him. She couldn't help but glance at the contents of the letter.

"You're sending reinforcements to the Stepstones? Daemon asked for this?"

"Your uncle would sooner die than admit he needs help. But I won't let him, support will come whether he wants it or not." She nodded, watching her father roll up the letter and then begin to melt wax with a little candle to seal the letter.

At that time, she was forming in her head what to say, because an idea just popped into her mind, only... It can be a bit hard to convince her father to do that.

"The messenger will take a long time to deliver the letter..." Viserys nodded at these words, stamping the wax he had just poured onto the rolled letter. "It would be much faster on a dragon."

At this moment, he froze in place for a long time, thinking about what his daughter had just said to him.

"What do you mean?" he asked finally, finishing the stamp and finally looking at her, not sure if he understood it correctly.

"I could pass on this letter."

"No way." He replied quickly and firmly.

"But father... You said that as a princess I had a duty to the kingdom. And one of my responsibilities is to protect it, even with a simple gesture like handing over a letter. I'm not going to get involved in a war, I just want to deliver a message, be useful for something!" These arguments did not seem to convince him. Even though she was referring to his own words.

In fact, the fact that she referred to his words upset him more than convinced him, because she kind of knocked the weapon out of his hand.

His daughters kill finish him off someday. Both of them.

"You're right." He said finally, despite the great reluctance even present in his voice. "You can do it..." She reached out for the letter, but her father pushed it away sharply. "...but on one condition. You will hand it over to Daemon and return immediately."

"I swear, in memory of my mother." She said, and only then she received the letter. Finally something that she might be useful on. "And... why exactly did you want to see me?"

"Oh, well..." He cleared his throat. "You're of age, as is Rhaenyra. When your sister gets married, it's your turn."

"Rhaenyra doesn't want a husband."

"She may like it or not, she has to get married. However, I won't choose a candidate for her, for any of you." At least this. "You should choose the person who will walk with you through life. I'll call her too, I wanted to talk to her about it..."

At least so much good that they will be able to choose a husband themselves, and will not share the fate of women from poorer families, whose parents determine absolutely everything. At least she wouldn't end up with someone like Jason Lannister, in which case she'd probably throw herself off the castle walls or slit her throat at the wedding.

"I still don't understand why you asked me here."

"Would you like to go with your sister? Meet the greatest Lords of the realm? After all, as I said, your time will come soon too." to be honest, it's... No. She didn't want to go anywhere and listen to the candidates introduce themselves to her sister and explain why she should choose them as her husband.

She really appreciated her father's efforts to bring them as close as possible, they were sisters after all, and they hadn't had a chance to talk since the hunt... But he was bad at it. If she went there, she would feel more redundant than that one candidate four times their age - because there will always be one, even though he has no chance.

So she had to come up with a believable lie quickly.

"Thank you very much for the offer, but... it's just between us, father..." She lowered her voice and leaned over the table towards her father. "I've got my eye on someone right now."

Viserys smiled at that, and Val smiled back. It's just a little lie, at least it made him happy for a while. By the time she gets married, she'll find someone suitable or she'll come up with another lie to turn things around...

Everything will be fine.

By the time.

-> Chapter IV -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

#hotd #hotd fanfic #rhaenyra targaryen #aemond targaryen #daemon targaryen #house of the dragon #alicent hightower #daemon x oc #aemond x oc

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wysteriaisapenguin · 4 months

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Hey, I just got a question for you: How would the human Versions meet their engine counterparts? Would some of them get along better than others or where they become each other's rival

Oho interesting question! I think my human versions of the Steam Team would definite vibe well with their canon counterparts, since they're essentially the same character. Some have more friendlier interactions than others though!

Engine Thomas would be excited to see a human version of himself and offers to give him a tour around Sodor. Thomas is a little weirded out, but he figured that this other Thomas doesn't seem too bad. They would both crack jokes, talk about their work lives, and relate to each other's struggles. Then Engine Thomas talks about wanting to be a very useful engine™. RR!Thomas can relate to him on this, but he is noticeably not that comfortable to talk about it. Then he quickly changes the subject by talking about rollerblades, which amazes Engine Thomas cause he didn't think human beings can ride on their own wheels too.

(See everyone else's interactions down below!)

Like Thomas, Engine Edward is surprised to see a human version of himself. RR!Edward had always imagined what it would be like to see a steam engine come to life, so he was just as surprised to see himself as one. The two get along well and have a friendly conversation. They find it amusing that they both have the name 'Old Iron' and RR!Edward thinks that the nicknames suits Engine Edward better. This is because it makes him sound like a majestic beast. Engine Edward thanks him and finds his human counterpart's glasses to be quite pretty. He wonders if the could also have glasses like that and they both laugh at the thought of an engine with glasses.

The Henries would be pretty awkward at first, not knowing what to say. RR!Henry breaks the silence by saying that he would usually talk to his engine as his emotional support. He remarks that talking to an engine version of himself felt strange and a lot more different. It was as if he was talking to himself in a mirror. Engine Henry worries if that is a bad thing, but RR!Henry claims that it isn't. He feels relieved and said that it feels nice to talk with his other self too. They would go to Henry's Forest together to admire the calm and peaceful environment around them. They both agree that being here puts them at ease.

Engine Gordon finds it outrageous that a human version of himself exists, since he believes that there can only be one Gordon. RR!Gordon couldn't believe it himself and thought "Damn, was I always this obnoxious?" They argue for a while until Gordon bursts out 'Ohhhhhhh the indignity". This makes RR!Gordon suddenly burst into laughter because that was the exact same thing he was going to say. This leaves Engine Gordon confused because he didn't find it funny. But he finally starts to warm up to him as he talks about how important his Express duties are and that he deserves more respect. RR!Gordon couldn't agree more.

RR!James is amazed to see that his engine self was bright and shiny and just as red as he was. Engine James was, of course, flattered by his compliments and marvels how beautiful RR!James looked for a human being. He responds by boasting about how he has a 'natural' beauty so he does whatever he can to dazzle himself up. This makes Engine James curious if he could do the same so that he could be more splendid. RR!James laughs, saying that engines can't do that, but his engine self scowls at him and retorts that he deserves the same treatment. Startled, RR!James suggests that he could try putting some makeup on him, which makes Engine James ecstatic and what to try it out.

The Percies are the most friendliest with each other since they both share the same cheeriness. Engine Percy would have so many questions about what it is like to be human and RR!Percy is happy to answer them for him. He was amused to see his engine self respond in such wonder. Engine Percy then sees RR!Percy's scarf and asks if he could try wearing it. (The last time he wanted to, things went horribly lol.) RR!Percy wraps his scarf around the funnel, hoping that it is comfy enough. This makes Engine Percy very happy and RR!Percy loves seeing him smile. He wonders if anyone else would enjoy seeing his own smile.

#wysty's thoughts #wysty's headcanons #wysty's answers #thomas the tank engine #railroad roundabout au #steam team #ttte thomas #ttte edward #ttte henry #ttte gordon #ttte james #ttte percy #mintydeluxes blog

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Hi!

I love your fics and I have one for Peter if that's alright??

Peter, being the superhero that he is, is constantly running late to school. Eventually, the headmaster gets sick of it and punishes Peter (by forcing him to audition for the school musical)

Peter hates the idea at first, but he has no choice and is forced to do it. The headmaster tells him that his best friend (the reader) is also auditioning.

When Peter eventually finds her, he asks her what musical they're doing. She tells him it's Beauty and the Beast. She's very excited about Peter auditioning.

When auditions come around, everyone is very shocked at how good Peters voice is, and the teacher gives him the role of the Beast (the reader of course getting the role of Belle)

As rehearsals go on, Peter slowly starts to fall for the reader. On opening night, Peter confesses to the reader that he likes her and they kiss. (Maybe throw in them rehearsing the ballroom scene as well?)

Hope you get better soon! 🙏

Worth The Embarrassment and Disappointment: Peter Parker x Reader

Hi my little lovely anon! Sorry this took so long to post, I hit a slump after getting sick but I am back now!

Thank you for requesting this, I hope you like it! Also, I am writing this from Peter's POV since I think given how it transpires it would be best that way; hope that's okay!

Also, I am leaving this without a photo as I want it to be a neutral Peter not a specific Tom!Peter or Andrew!Peter only, but picture whoever you'd like!

For that reason, P/B/F is referenced which is just Peter's best friend, so that can be Ned, Harry, etc.

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Peter's P.O.V.:

"Mr. Parker, this is your third tardy this week alone!" Mrs. Mcarthy, our headmaster, scolds, staring at me as I fidget in my seat across from her. I was out late last night for patrol and overslept again. I sigh and nod, knowing there is nothing I can say to fix it. "Is something going on at home?" she asks, leaning back in her desk chair as her eyes fall to the pile of papers on her desk in between us. "No ma'am" I quickly utter, not wanting the school to judge May for my mistakes. "Hmm. Shall I call your aunt and notify her as to how much school you've been missing?" she asks, marking something on her notepad.

"No!" I panic, "I mean, no ma'am. May is very busy as is. I promise to make up any homework and tests I missed!". May knows about patrol but our deal was that if I patrolled on a school night that it would not interfere with my attendance or academic performance the next day. Headmaster Mcarthy taps her pen on her desk a few times as she seems to ponder what to do. Maybe I could- "Alright Mr. Parker. I will make you a deal. If you catch up on any missed assignments and do one other thing, I will not notify your aunt and will not let this impact your attendance record," she says, correcting her posture.

"Absolutely! Thank you Ma'am" I say, feeling much less anxious. "Oh, what is the other thing?" I ask as I recall there was more to the bargain. "You will be auditioning for the school musical" she smiles. I feel my stomach drop, "what?!". "Yes, the drama department has notified me they are worried not many will audition this year as a" she begins, looking down at her notes for a moment "Mr. Thompson, has been going around spreading rumors about last year's lead". Great, even more of a reason to not want to do this. "Mrs. Mcarthy, with all due respect-" I begin to argue, but she cuts me off with a wave of her hand. "This is not up for debate Mr. Parker. If you do not show up to auditions, or do not accept the role given to you after auditions, the tardies will remain on your record and your aunt will be notified" she states. I nod and sigh softly. However, she seems to hear it, "cheer up boy, your best friend Y/N, is said to be auditioning this year". For some unknown reason, I can't help but smile softly at that information. Probably because at least I won't suffer alone in this. I mutter a thank you as I grab my bag to rush out. I need to leave before she tries to add anything else to my punishment.

"Woah Parker, no need to run! I'm sure you'll make it to the bathroom in time this time" I hear Flash laugh as I dart into the hall. I groan, he will never let me live that down. A few weeks ago I was running late, again, I know, and knocked into a girl who had an open water bottle in her hands... needless to say it spilled when I crashed into her and unfortunately for me soaked the front of my clothes. It was clear it was not pee as it was all the way to my chest but of course, Flash did not care about that as long as it made me embarrassed. "Shut it Flash, we all know that was water" someone yells back, causing me to smile knowing it to be Y/N. "We don't know that Y/N" Flash argues, glaring across the hall. I turn my attention to where he is staring and smile as I make eye contact with her. "Yes we do" she says, rolling her eyes, "besides, do we really want to talk about people having accidents?" she asks raising an eyebrow as she looks over at him. "Hey! You would have too if you had just met Spider-Man!" he defends, causing me to bite my lip in order to not start laughing. Y/N doesn't bother though and shakes her head as she laughs, "I'm not the one with a huge crush on Spider-Man, I think I'd be fine" she smirks as she walks towards me. The smile on my face wavers slightly. I am not sure why, given I am obviously aware she knows I am Spider-Man and therefore know she did not freak out about meeting Spider-Man the way Flash did when he saw Spider-Man on our class trip. But, something is upsetting me nonetheless. Think Parker, you're a smart guy, you can figure this out!

"Don't let him get you down Petey" Y/N says as she comes over and wraps her arms around me for a hug. I push my confusion to the side and decide to think about it later instead. Smiling, I wrap my arms around her and give her a hug, "I'm not". She pulls back and nods as she brushes her hair behind her left ear, "why were you running though?". "Oh, I was trying to get away from Ms. Mcarthy" I admit, rubbing the back of my neck. She laughs and shakes her head, "First it was nuns that terrified you, now it is headmasters too?". I feel my cheeks warm and the embarrassment of being embarrassed in front of her makes them warm up even more. Get yourself together Peter! "No, no! I just got in trouble for being late" I begin, trying to clear up the confusion in hopes of redeeming myself.

"Again Peter?" she sighs, pouting slightly. I press my lips together and shrug, "it was a long night". She nods and reaches out to place her hands on the sides of my arms as she looks me over, "did you get hurt?". I shake my head, "No, y/n/n, I'm fine. I meant to come over last night but got caught up and didn't want to risk waking you". She smiles softly at me, "I appreciate that Pete, but you know I don't mind. I wasn't aware May was letting you go out on a school night again is all". "Well, she was. If she finds out I have been late almost each day this week though, I think she will go back to restricting that again" I frown.

"You've got a hard life Peter" Y/n sarcastically says, patting my shoulder as she spins around to walk next to me. "Actually I do, cause it turns out I will be auditioning for the play" I tell her, causing her to stop and turn to face me. "First of all, it is a musical Peter. Secondly, since when do you enjoy that type of thing?" she asks. "Hey! I enjoy watching you in them, I just don't enjoy being in them myself" I defend, recalling attending each of the musicals and plays she was in over the last several years. She blushes and smiles, "well, then why are you auditioning?". "Headmaster Mcarthy is making me" I explain, gently grabbing her shoulder and spinning her around so we can keep walking and not be late to our next class. The last thing I need is to be late to another class. "Oh the horror. How ever will you survive?" she laughs, linking her elbow with mine. I tense momentarily before scolding myself to relax. This has been happening for the last several weeks whenever I touch her, it is like this rush of energy goes through my whole body. I tried talking to P/B/F about it the first time it happened but he tried to make it into a joke about how I must like-like Y/n. Not that liking her would be a joke, she is amazing and I absolutely would understand someone having a crush on her. But, I don't, she's my best friend. "Peter, you good?" I hear her voice ask tenderly, snapping me out of my racing thoughts yet again today.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry. Just thinking" I tell her, forcing a smile onto my face. She gives me a skeptical look but nods, "you'll do fine Peter. The auditions are after school today but they will give you a script so no need to memorize anything, just read from that". If only the musical was the main thing I was focused on. I nod, "what show is it?". "It is Beauty and the Beast!" she says quietly as we enter the science lab, but I can hear the excitement in her voice and I smile knowing how happy she must be that the school is finally doing a Disney musical. "Who knows, maybe you'll get the role of Chip!" she giggles. I laugh with her as we take our seats, "you think so lowly of me that I would only be assigned Chip?". She shrugs, "hey, don't knock Chip, he's cute!". I find myself blushing but before I can even question why, she smiles and turns to face the front of the room as our teacher begins his lecture.

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"What the hell Peter!" Y/n whispers aggressively, as she softly smacks my arm with the back of her hand. "What?!" I ask defensively. "You never told me you could sing like that!" she says causing me to blush. "Was it okay?" I ask, laughing softly. "Okay?! Peter, look around. No one was expecting that!" she says, pointing around the room. I bite my lip as I notice everyone staring at me. Jen Fisher, the most attractive junior winks at me as my eyes scan the room. I blush and quickly turn back to Y/N for comfort. She rolls her eyes, "anyways, we should hear roles here soon after the next two people audition". I look up at the stage to see the two remaining people in line waiting for their signal. I nod and turn around to see if Jen is still looking at me. When I do, I see she is walking over to me. "Oh my gosh" I say, uncertain on what to do. "What?" Y/n asks before she notices Jen, "oh. Well... have fun with that". "Wait, you're just going to leave me?" I ask, offended. "Yes Peter. I am not going to just stand here and watch her flirt with you... that would be.. weird" she says, walking off. I sigh, not wanting her to leave. "Hey Peter, that was quite an audition," Jen says, playing with her fake blond hair.

"Alright everyone, roles have been decided, please listen up" the drama club teacher says, grabbing his clipboard. Jen sighs realizing I won't be able to answer the fifth question she's asked me. To be honest, most of them did not make sense and it was clear she was trying to make small talk but was not good at it. I glance around the room, trying to find Y/N. I finally find her and frown upon seeing that she is standing with Brad Davis. I don't trust that guy, and Y/n deserves better than him. I try to remind myself that Y/n has assured me that despite his attempts to ask her out, they are not dating. I know I shouldn't care, but I just don't want her to get hurt. "Hey, maybe you'll get the role of Beast and then we can kiss" Jen says, causing my head to snap back towards her as my face heats up. She smiles and turns back to the teacher.

After I process what she just said, I find myself looking back over at Y/n. This time though, she is looking back at me and gives me a soft smile. I debate walking over to her but before I can decide, the drama club teacher has begun to list who has which role. I sigh and turn my attention back to the front of the room, knowing I should probably pay attention to what role I have. "Patrick, you will be playing Chip" he says. I bite back a laugh as I don't want him to think I am laughing at him, but rather the fact I will not be playing Chip after all. I glance over to Y/N and see her shrug playfully at me causing me to smile. "Peter, you will play Beast" he says, causing me to freeze. Did he just say Peter?! "Yay" Jen giggles, clapping her hands.

I quickly turn to fully face the direction Y/N is in and she smiles at me and gives me an enthusiastic thumbs up. I blush and try not to panic. I've never done a show before and now I have the lead?! Y/n seems to notice my concern and gives me a nod and whispers 'you've got this, I'll help' knowing my Spidey hearing will pick up on it. Brad places his hand on her back as he asks what she said. I roll my eyes and begin to walk over towards them when I hear someone let out a high-pitched scream. I snap my head in the direction it came from and see Jen looks upset. "I am playing Mrs. Potts?!" she asks, crossing her arms over her chest, "who is playing Belle?!". "I was just getting there, Belle will be played by none other than our Y/N" he says and I smile and instantly look back over to her. She is blushing and staring at the ground as everyone claps, but I can see the prideful smile she is wearing.

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"Okay, Petey, you have to be more serious" Y/N pouts, setting the script down on my bed. "Sorry, sorry! I just keep thinking of the scene where we're going to have to kiss" I admit, biting my lip. She blushes, "why Peter? We aren't even to that yet". "I don't know" I say, but I do know. Ever since realizing what the roles we were assigned meant for us, I've been on edge and trying to joke around in order to stall us reaching that scene. There are so many things that could wrong. What if the kiss is bad?! What is the kiss is good?! What do I want the kiss to be?! What does she want the kiss to be?! What if we don't want the same thing? What if we do want the same thing?. Her sighing brings my attention back to our current situation, "Peter, please. I know this isn't that important to you, but it is to me".

"I'm sorry y/n/n, I know it's important to you, and therefore it is to me too. I'll stop messing around" I assure her, feeling guilty for letting her down when she has been trying to help me. "I'm not asking you to completely stop Peter, just we've been on this scene for like 20 minutes" she laughs. I smile as I hear her laugh and know she is not truly mad.

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"That went really well I think" Y/n cheers as we leave rehearsals. I laugh and nod, feeling happy she is so cheerful. I love seeing her this happy. "Uh.... hey Y/n/n?" I ask, scratching the back of my head nervously. "Yeah Petey?" she asks, smiling at me. God that smile. It probably took longer than it should have for me to realize I was falling for my best friend. Maybe if I had noticed it earlier I could have stopped it. But, did I really want to stop myself? The answer is no, but I also knew I didn't want to lose her as a friend. I haven't seen anything that suggests she likes me back so I have been keeping it to myself but it is killing me. Each time I see her in the hall between classes, join her in science class, or rehearse with her I have such conflicting emotions. Y/N has always been a comfort to me, and still is, but lately, I am also nervous around her now that I know how I feel and realized all the embarrassing things she's seen me do. Rehearsals are the hardest given it is a romantic relationship between our characters despite us not being together ourselves. The worst though is when we rehearse at her house or mine because then there are no other distractions I can use to clear my mind. Since we are not in a relationship, the school said it would be inappropriate for them to ask us to kiss for the sake of a musical so each time we get to the scene where we thought we'd be kissing, I get disappointed each time it doesn't happen.

"Petey, you're spacing off again" I hear her laugh causing me to immediately blush. "Sorry" I mumble, hating myself in that moment. "You don't need to apologize, you sure you're okay?" she asks as she has been the last two times she has caught me zoning out as my thoughts race. It is not only embarrassing, but I don't want her thinking I am not paying attention to her. I'd hate for her to think I didn't care enough about her to listen to her completely. I could listen to her go on and on for hours about the color white if she wanted to. Thankfully she hasn't, but if she did, I would listen without complaint just to be able to be with her and hear her. "Yeah, sorry... Just nervous" I say, pulling myself together at the last moment. "May wanted to see if you'd like to join us for dinner tonight.. I was thinking maybe since the final dress rehearsal is tomorrow, maybe you want to come over and we can rehearse a bit too" I say and instantly regret adding that aspect. She probably would have come over just for dinner, she has before. Yet now I have put myself in a place to get disappointed again. She smiles and nods, "awe! sure, let me just text my mom".

"That seemed to go well" May says as I help her clean up the dishes. "What?" I ask, drying the clean one she hands me. "Tonight, you didn't seem as bummed when she left. Did something happen?" she smiles. "MAY!" I groan, leaning on the counter. "Alright, alright! I was just asking" she laughs, handing me another dish. I sigh and grab the dish, "nothing happened May. Nothing ever happens outside of rehearsal".

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"Does this look okay?" Y/n asks, spinning around in her Belle dress. I smile widely at her and nod. "Are you sure? I feel like this part is a bit unflattering" she laughs, running her hands over part of the dress. "No!" I correct and mentally cringe at how rushed it came out. "No, you look beautiful" I admit, blushing. She blushes and shuffles her feet, "thanks Peter. Maybe I should wear yellow more often". Before I can stop myself, the next confession is out of my mouth, "you always look beautiful". Her eyes widen as her blush darkens and she bites her lip, "oh... thank you Pete". I could get used to causing her to blush. "Why don't you go try your's on?" she asks, smiling at me. Even though I had no intention of actually putting it on tonight I know I can't tell her no so I nod and rush off to backstage.

"This looks really good Peter" she says, running her hands over the material of my costume. My body seemingly cannot decide if it wants to melt into her touch or freeze and it is so uncomfortable. I am going to have to tell her how I feel soon because this is brutal. "No fur yet?" she laughs, stroking my face with her hand. My eyes snap up to look at her, "oh.. uh no, they said I only need it tomorrow for the performance. It is kinda itchy". She giggles and nods, "well you look great". I blush, "thank you Y/n/n". "Alright everyone, let's run the ballroom scene with everyone in costume once and then we will call it a night so you can rest before tomorrow" Mr. Maxim, the drama club teacher says.

Don't step on her toes. To the left. Now to the right. Stop looking at your feet and look at her. I mentally groan as I keep correcting myself in an attempt to not mess up. When I do focus back on Y/N, I see her smiling at me as she grips my hand tightly. During the other rehearsals, she mentioned this scene making her anxious, which is another reason I wanted to get my part correct for her. I smile at her hoping to calm her nerves a bit and it seems to do the trick as she softens her grip on my hand. I squeeze her hand and continue the dance, my eyes never leaving her face. At the end of the dance, her face is so close to mine I have to physically restrain myself from leaning in to kiss her. "That was great everyone, make sure to sleep enough tonight. See you all tomorrow!" Mr. Maxim says. I sigh and step back, letting go of her body. She gives me a small smile, "I should probably head straight home tonight. But I will see you tomorrow Peter". I nod and say goodnight, feeling upset yet again at how it ended. I've got to tell her.

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"Whew, opening night tonight" Y/n says, pacing backstage. "Y/n/n, breathe. You've got this! Plus, I'll be right there with you" I tell her as I grab her hand to stop her from walking to the right again. She smiles and nods, "you're right, thanks Peter. We've got this". Well, I don't know if we've got this, as I am going to really have to act like I am not upset when it comes to the scene we could've kissed at. Nonetheless, in order to not make her more nervous, I smile and pull her in for a hug.

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"Oh my gosh! Peter! That went so well! Thank you!" Y/n cheers, wrapping her arms around me the second we get backstage. The fake smile I wore on stage slowly morphs into a real one as I wrap my arms around her. "You did amazing Y/n/n" I tell her. She pulls back to look up at me, "you did to Petey! Did you have fun?". I bite my lip and nod. She pulls all the way away and frowns, "really? You didn't have fun at all?". "What? No, I-" I begin, trying to fix this. "Don't you dare try to lie to me Parker" she says, crossing her arms over her chest. How does she look so breathtaking even when she is mad at me? "I wasn't lying! I just..." I begin, looking at the ground. I know I should just tell her, but if it upsets her I don't want to ruin tonight for her.

"Peter, what is it?" she asks, grabbing my hand, "why didn't you have fun?". "I did! I just was kind of disappointed" I mumble. "About what?" she asks softly. "The kissing scene," I say, knowing there is no point in trying to hide anymore. "There was no kissing scene Peter" she says, confused. "I know, that's why I was upset" I admit, blushing. "Oh.. Wait, what? Are you saying that..?" she begins, mumbling as she tries to finish her question. I sigh and take a step back so I can see her completely.

"What I'm saying is that I'm not sure when it truly started, but lately I have realized that I like you, like like you like you" I start, cringing at how many times I just said the word like. "You like me?" she asks, eyes widening as she stares at me in shock. I nod, "I do, yeah. A lot actually". She blushes and comes closer to me, "why didn't you say anything before now?". "I wasn't sure how you'd react" I admit, "and I didn't want to be even more disappointed". "Peter, did you ever think maybe you wouldn't have had to be disappointed at all?" she smirks. "What do y-" I ask, but am cut off as she leans in and presses her soft lips to mine. I smile and wrap my arms around her as I kiss her back. "Do you.. you l-" I ramble as we pull back, an embarrassingly large grin o my face. "Yes, I like you too Peter" she smiles, causing my heart to somehow speed up even more than it did during the kiss. She likes me back! I smile knowing that she likes me despite all the embarrassing things I’ve done and now I know my disappointment was worth it to have our first kiss be like this instead.

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Idea by the lovely @thegreencanary again~ love your ideas and this time angst! and then fluff ig gn!reader

Tw: Demobats, injuries, blood. Probably a little inaccurate had to change some minor things for this but the lines are the same I swear. Use of 'Sweetheart' and 'Babe'. Reader is oblivious.

Fuckin' Bats

When they had asked you to tag along AGAIN after the previous years, you had immediately said yes. You had been there since day one, you fought off the demogorgon with Nance, Steve and Jonathan. Went to the upside down more than once and even had a demodog nearly kill you one time. Luckily Steve had saved you, smashing the beast away with his infamous baseball bat before the demodog could inflict any more damage to you already worn and torn body.

It left some deep wounds on you, these now scars. All over your body, the worst ones on your left arm. You couldn't care less, they were proof that you fought. But whenever someone asked who was oblivious to what was actually happened in Hawkins you told them it was a Dog. Most believed it. Some just knew better.

So you find yourself next to the others, the others being Eddie, Nancy, Robin and Steve. Along with Dustin, Lucas and Max. All of you we're starting at the lake. In the middle of it was one of the portals to the upside down. "Whenever the demogorgon attacked it left an opening.. what if vecna did the same thing?" Nance had pointed out, resulting in all of you just driving down there.

"How are we supposed to reach it?" Lucas asks looking over at you guys, not fully getting the hang of the plan. Eddie then proceeds to point at a small boat. Together, Steve and Eddie, throw the As the teens try to get to it you the young adults are already approaching the boat, Steve and Eddie helping out, Robin gets in first , using both Eddie and Steve to secure herself. Then Eddie gets in and helps Nancy out. Naturally Dustin wants to board too, resulting in Eddie pushing him back. "Woah you're tryna sink us? this holds three people tops, Okay?." "Its better this way" Nancy agreed. "You stay here with Max. Keep an eye out for trouble"

"You keep an eye out, its my goddamn theory", he tries to argue, Lucas and Max just knowing it's not worth it arguing. You're still on the shore, jumping into the boat before Steve. "You heared Nance" Robin says. "Who put her in charge?" he conters. "I did." she then says. Nance demands the compass from him which he unwillingly gives her.

Steve then throws Dustin his bag and pushes the boat off of shore when he also gets into the boat. "You said three!!" Dustin yells. Steve just shrugs ans whispers "Sorry!" As then Eddie jotices you're in the boat too. "Woah no no way you're staying." He begins to argue but you just shake your head.

"I'm coming with you." you say. You definitely didn't wanna stay behind and let them ho alone. Eddie groans. "Why did I even try"

As you all are safe on the boat, all of you try to move as little as humanly possible. You know that one of the basketballteam members died here, so If Dustins theory is correct, there should be a gate to the upside down right in the center of this stupid lake that made you self-conscious sometimes. When everyone talked about how beautiful their experiences were here yet you had none.

Not because you didn't want to. But right now there were bigger problems, the little boat definitely not designed to hold five young adults but you didn't and couldn't let them go alone. That wasn't like you. You couldn't just stand there and do nothing while the people you love dearest, put theirselves into massive and also life-threatening danger.

"Bedtime at nine kiddos! Miss you already!" robin yelled, teasing the teens a bit making you laugh and forget about your stupid thoughts.

After a while of rowing the compass was ticking weirdly and Nance ordered you guys to slow down. Easier said than done. The clattering made your skin crawl, you could hear dustin over the walkie and Steve was already undressing himself. So much was happening that you couldn't register all at once.

"steve what are you doing?"

"Somebody's gotta go down there and check this out... Unless one of you four can too being a Hawkins swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard of three years, then... Its gotta be me. No complaints, all right?" He says and then stands up to also get rid of his shirt.

"Hey I'm not complaining. I do not wanna go down there." Eddie exclaims while wrapping up the flashlight in a plastic bag securing it with a loose knot. With a grummled "good luck" he hands it to steve and takes out a cig. "Thanks" us the only thing Steve says before wanting to jump in. Nance asks him to be careful as he jumps in. You and Robin exchanging a glance having seen what exactly Nancy had dine while Steve was undressing before.

Faster than you, Robin took the cigarette from Eddies mouth throwing it into the lake. "Gross!" As then with a splash, Steve disappeared into the lake. Leaving the boat moving, causing you to fall into Eddie. "I'm sorry Eds" he just secures you and helps you sit up.

"where are we at Wheeler" Robin asks clearly anxious for her best friend. "Closing in on a Minute." "Okay." You akwardly play with your fingers getting more and more restless.

Eddie clears his throat as all of you cringe when something or rather someone emerges from the water. "Christ!" That was clearly Eddie.

"I found it!" Steve explained and the girls asking him stuff. As he confirmed robin took the walkie to inform Dustin. "Dustin, you're a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate" not knowing what she had caused.

"it's more like a snack sized gate than a Mama gate" the man holding onto the boat explained. "But its still pretty damn big" as he was saying that something pulled him down, he could manage the first time, being more than confused. "Steve?" you asked looking at him. That was when he got pulled down forcefully. All of you screamed his name and not even seconds after Wheeler was standing un the boat. "Jesus!" "Where'd he go?!" "Steve!?"

After struggling for a bit she jumped in. Making Robin call out her name, even Eddie did. You also screamed her name. "Wait here" But it was too late. "God damnit!" Eddie was very vocal.

After a few moments of contemplating Robin gets up onto the rim of the boat making you and Eddie tense up. First looking at eachother then at Robin. "No, no no no, what are you doing? She said wait" he quickly said slightly panicking. You try and reach out for her. "Robin please no don't go.. she said wait here.."

"Yeah I heared her"

"She's in charge" he says tensing up, you slipping while trying to reach for her. "Are tou kidding me? I made that shit up" she says weirdly calm and then falls into the water. He can't even be fast enough as you too jump in leaving him cursing. "Jesus H. christ this is so stupid" and then he falls into the water.

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All of you finally on the other side, the upside down, not getting to breathe properly because of the environment. Thunder and screaching make you jump and you frantically search for the others. "Guys?! Hey!?" you scream turning around in a panic you haven't felt aince the last time you we're down here, your skin was crawling, vines were clutching one of your ankles in place. You could hear them. They were nowhere to be seen.

You manage to free your foot by chance and run into something. "Christ Babes you're okay I've got you" a familiar voice says, arms closing around you. His touch makes you relax at least for a moment before you hear steve scream in pain. Both your heads turn, finding Robin and Nancy trying to help Steve. In a whim, Eddie lets you go and he runs to Steves aid.

You follow but are awestruck by what he did next. He grabbed the weird bat like creature by its even weirder tail and slams it down. Groaning as it seems to be a heavy and not cooperating creature. Steve is still struggling but since Robin and Nance were helping you decided to try and help Eddie.

"stay there I can manage!" he yelled over the screaching of those beasts and the yelling of your friends. It nearly made you shut down and just not be able to move. "No. I wanna help!" you said and just ran. Into the bats that were about to fly into Eddie and tackle him down. A gut wrenching scream made its way out of your throat as the weird demobat rammed its teeth into your shoulder. It resulted in you falling, screaming and squirming. "FUCKING hell" you yell trying to fight it off.

"Sweetheart?!" you heard Eddie yell. "I told you to stay away!" he was mad, but not at you, at himself for not being able to protect you. Protect the one he is fuckin in love with. The main reason why he jumped after all of you had jumped. He fucking loved you, with every little inch of him. He loved you. So he tried to rip off the weird bat. "Please Sweetheart don't die on me"

At this point you were crying, grasping for air, kicking every limb you were able to move just to loosen the bat just to be free. "Fucking Hell" he cursed again trying to remove it as gently as thus beast allowed him to. "Please it hurts so much I can't take... It mu-much longer" you said weakly.

One of the demobats aimed directly for your throat, as the boy, who loved you more than anything in this world, was trying to get to you. Teeth boring into your skin, making you scream. A gut wrenching, bone crushing noise that Eddie would never be able to fully forgive or forget.

"I think I'm dying"

As you speak these words your body just falls limp, yor arms wanting to pull on the beast but the grip loosend and your arms fell beside you. Eddie immediately panicked, hands moving to the beasts head ruppig it off successfully. With a swift move he threw it as far as he could manage, the adrenaline in his body making this the easierll task.

"Sweetheart?" he mumbled searching you carefully for a pulse, his body trying to shield yours as best as he could manage. This made him feel alone, even tho he wasn't. The boy felt helpless, trapped and useless. He couldn't even find your pulse. Frantically he searched every inch of you, no pulse anywhere, no frien- people close to help him.

"please Sweetheart... Please don't die on me" he had said. Tears falling from his eyes, hiccuping kore than he'd ever admit to.

He loved you, ever since he first caught glimpse of you in school. He was just mesmerized by your beauty, even now where you were laying.

Hands ghosting over you, still looking for a pulse, your eyes fluttered open as he couldn't hold in a sigh of relive. "Hey Babes" he carefully said as he pulled your bitten body to him. "You're not dying, is this clear?" he says as finally Robin finds him and helps him steady you. Not even fully aware you nodded and he tiredly smiled for a split Second. "I'm trying" you managed to press out. Gasping for air as he and Robin manage to somehow lift you up, he hold you close. "Just hold on.. okay?" he had mumbled as the carried you to safety.

The next thing you knew, you lost consciousness, you did hear them talk and held onto Eddies shirt tightly, but you were not there fully.

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After that you didn't have any idea on how you got out, the next thing you knew is you woke up in a bed, or rather in the real hawkins. "What happened?" you ask, not fully knowing if anyone was actually there or not. You could hear a low rustle and were more than relieved. "Hey Babes" a very familiar voice spoke and you had to grin. "Hey Baby" you said, searching for his face, soon he was looking down at you. You heared another voice announce that you were okay and heared a row of several sighs of relive.

"thank god" Steve said, while Robin just laughed and Dustin just smiled from a few feet away. Eddie carefully took your hand in his, squeezing it lightly. "I'm goad youre awake" he says, love in his eyes and words, so clear you could taste it. You gave him a silimar look and literally all eyes were on the two of you.

"So when will we get you two to kiss?" Dustin asked being the most impatient of all here. Making you chuckle. "Oh Dusty, I don't thunk Eddie wants to kiss me" you said laughing a bit. He himself just looked at you, his long hair falling into his face. "Who said that?" he then asked, carefully leaning over you, proceeding to press his warm lios to yours, kissing you more than lovingly.

You even got cheered on and had to giggle. "I didn't think.. you know.. you'd like me like this" you said sitting up carefully. "Well yes I have had a crush on you since.. I don't know.." he mumbled. "Since you stepped in for me.. you know.. that's at least five years back" he admits making you blush. You liked him. You really had feelings for this guy and yes they were the beautiful love kinda way. So you just grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him into a kiss.

"I like you too, you know big boy?"

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #eddie munson/reader #eddie survives #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x gn!reader #gn!reader

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. All the blue/pink convo is making me think of the scene from Sleeping Beauty where they fight “pink! blue!” which given Aurora is also a blonde, inspired this little piece. It’s kind of a nonsense piece but I feel like we can all use a silly piece every once and a while. Hope you all enjoy.

Brigitte was never really sure what exactly to expect with her grandchildren. She adored them deeply of course, happily doted upon them, spoiled them rotten, would do anything to make them happy, but she has to admit, sometimes they take things a little too far, get a little too intense for their own good.

Which is how her husband found her when he finally came home: surrounded by their bickering granddaughters who were debating whether their Mamie made a better Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty, since she was clearly a princess, after all.

“What’s going on?” he asked with a laugh as he saw his wife with her head buried in her hands, as clear a sign as any she had given up.

“Daddy!” Emma excitedly yelled, turning her attention at lightening speed towards her beloved grandfather, her sister Alice following in tow as she bolted for a hug. Pulling back, she asked very seriously, as if his answer to the next question could provide world peace, “is Mamie more Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty?”

“Did someone watch Disney all day?” he asked his wife, sympathetically.

His wife looked up wearily from where she had buried her head with eyes pleading for help, a very clear “yes.” They were watching the kids during the school holidays and Brigitte ran out of other entertainment options on this rainy day.

“Daddy! That’s not an answer,” Emma protested.

“Well, why those two?” he asked, crouching down to look her in the eyes.

“Because she’s blonde,” she answered with a clear ‘duh, you idiot’ tone to her voice.

“That is true. But I always thought your grandmother had more in common with Belle.”

“Why?” Alice asked, looking up at him with her big doe eyes, as if the thought had never occurred to her.

“Because she’s the best read person I know. She’s smart, and clever, and I could definitely see her sacrificing herself for one of us.”

“But Daddy, that would make you the Beast!”

He laughed. “That’s true. I don’t quite have the hair for that do I?”

He caught his wife’s mumbled, “not anymore at least,” but only responded to Emma’s insistent, “but you’re not mean! The Beast is mean!”

“He’s misunderstood, but point taken.” He paused for a minute, and then turned the question back to her, “so if I factor into which princess Mamie is, then which prince am I? Prince Charming or Prince Phillip?”

This set off another round of spirited arguing between the two girls, so spirited, they hadn’t noticed their grandparents had left the room.

“Am I allowed to chime in on that?” Brigitte asked, sliding her arms around his neck as he slipped his around her hips, relishing being close to her again after a full day apart.

“If you have thoughts,” he replied before stealing a kiss.

“Charming,” she whispered against his mouth when he pulled back. “Definitely my Prince Charming.”

Hellooo fanfic Anon #2!❤️

Aawww thank you so much for this cute little piece 🥰 Exactly what I needed to relax before going to sleep!

At some point in his life, Emmanuel did have the hair enough to actually be “The Beast”, Brigitte is right 🤭

Yes Brigitte, your Prince Charming indeed 🥰

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #fanfic anon 2

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razelssacredplace · 1 year

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Hey Maggots, I wanna start a discussion! Of the major members of Slipknot, being everyone who was a fixture onstage from 1999-Present (2022), what do you think was each individual's best song live? I'll start us off:

#0 Sid: I honestly think that Sid is always at his best when People=Shit is on. His scratches are always on point and he's just out there having his best time ever.

#1 Joey: It feels like a copout given that it's one of the most popular clips of him, but I really think Joey was in his wheelhouse during Eyeless. One could also argue Spit It Out given the 2009 Download drum stunt, but I really think it didn't get any better than Joey blasting out Eyeless like Marlon Brando owed him serious debt.

#2 Paul: Among many things about him, another thing I miss about Paul were his improvisations for Vermilion. If you listened to the 9.0 and Download performances, you can always hear him add in something here and there that isn't on the record, and it somehow completes the song even more.

#3 Chris: Now I know people are gonna be thinking Sulfur or Custer, but there is a completely different song that I think Chris Fehn made his fucking bitch. The Nameless throughout 2004 and 2005. They didn't play it often, but when they did I think it's safe to say that Chris overshadowed the fuck out of Corey. Every scream was on point and absolutely brutal.

#4 Jim: He's got a lot of songs that he does super well, so this is a little difficult to call. However I have to say that Jim is actually at his best, in my opinion, when he's playing Dead Memories. I know this is likely gonna piss someone off, but Jim takes his improv style and seems to dial it up to eleven during Dead Memories, and it absolutely sounds beautiful.

#5 Craig: What is there to say about The Silent One? Killers are quiet? Lol, Craig is very hard to pinpoint during a show, and I think it's unfair to say that his best is Vermilion. No, instead his best is probably during the 2008 performances of Only One. Why? It's simple. If you know, you know.

#6 Clown: Clown's performance has steadily declined since Iowa. It's my opinion that his vocals have gotten very poor, especially during Disasterpiece these last few years. But where is his strength really brought out? During Psychosocial imo. There's nothing funnier to me than seeing him dancing while hitting the percussion during that song, he always seems so bouncy and happy. And unlike Duality's keg bat, it's not always something you notice.

#7 Mick: Señor Siete is a fucking beast, no way around it. He's a punisher like no other. Therefore I give Eeyore to him by virtue of the blistering speed of that song. As a guitarist myself, fuck that.

#8 The Great Big Mouth: If anybody owns Spit It Out besides Joey, it was Corey fucking Taylor. Even if the speech has gotten old, there's still never been anything more fun in my life than being in the back row of an arena and jumping the fuck up with thousands of other people. But what does Corey Taylor think?

Jay: Do you know why I feel robbed? Because if Slipknot had the fucking balls to play Red Flag then I guarantee you it would be on here. But it's not, because they've not yet played Red Flag. So instead, Jaypay has owned Vermilion during every step of the way. And I will spoil the rest of the list by saying that Vermilion will not appear again, it's just that Jay's double pedals during Vermilion, especially Day of the Gusano, are fearsome. Maybe he's just showing off or something, but it always pumps me up. Jay owns that song.

V-Man: V-Man hasn't gotten a lot of opportunity to shine. Alas, if only they played AOV more it would surely be here. But they haven't in a while, and so I can't say for sure how well Alex does with that solo with certainty. So if it's not AOV, then what? Well, if I may be a hypocrite and if I may completely disregard what I just said, The Dying Song is so far Alex's strength. It may not be the best song in the catalog, but Alex does really well with the bass run. However I will say that if Acidic gets played live, then this will change because I love Alex's bass work on that song.

Tortilla: Oh dear Pfaff, you who are so wise in the ways of batshit insanity. If The Nameless was Chris' bitch, then Nero Forte is your bitch. I honestly hope Nero Forte gets added to the setlist again, because Mike did really well with it in 2020 with his limited vocals, and it sounded really good at Knotfest LA last year. With how he still only improves his vocals, I can't wait to hear how he does it in the future.

But that's my thoughts Maggots, what say you? What songs do you think these individuals perform(ed) live the best?

#metal music #slipknot #wanyk #slipknot the end so far #slipknot ahig #slipknot vol 3 #slipknot iowa #slipknot self titled

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tinycurlyfry · 1 year

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Early morning One Piece binge because I wanna see Yamato dammit! Rambling liveblog thoughts contained in ‘Read More’ like last time

Episode 990 -

THERE HE IS! GO DOGBOY GO!

GJKLSDFJ Luffy just standing there as Ulti yells at him like “.....Huh?” even though he’s not T-posing he has such confused t-posing energy

Luffy, regardless of situation, regardless of who asks, will always answer “Who (the hell) are you?” with “I’m Luffy. I’m going to be pirate king” Love that about him. Yes you are babe, you tell ‘em!!!

Him seeing Ulti come at him with a headbutt and he’s just like “BET.” and meets her headbutt with his own haki-d forehead. Reasonable person would’ve moved, or knock her away but of course not Luffy.

“THAT HURT!!!” Yeah I bet it fucking did, stupid! Luffy what happened to not making risky moves to save your energy for Kaido lmaoo

I love Yamato already oh my god what an entrance. What a first impression to make on Luffy. Striking Ulti with the same attack his father used and then immediately turning around going from intimidating AF to fanboying over Luffy in 2 seconds. “YOU’RE MUGIWARA NO LUFFY, AREN’T YOU?” Luffy extremely confused that his instinctive response of “Yes, it is.” kicks in as he just stares, trying to process- OHP!! HE’S BEEN SNATCHED! JUST GRABS LUFFY AND RUNS! Yamato Ily oh my god

Luffy just letting himself be carried as he continues to try to piece together what the fuck is happening lmaooo

Episode 991-

“It’s like an all you can assassinate buffet!” Robin oh my god. YESSS! KILL!!!

Jinbe with a big smile on his face “You scare me.” JGSKLDFJGG YEAH ME TOO DUDE.

Luffy I get it but oh my god stop wasting energy and just listen to what he has to say!

Yamato recognizing Red Hawk is made to resemble Ace’s powers ;;;n;;;

Episode 992 -

gjklfdg them arguing over how long Yamato has to speak before Luffy runs off to fight Kaido. Children.

Bless Robin and Jinbe being the only ones with restraint and actually keeping up the façade in face of the beast pirates, even while they’re getting ready to execute Momo.

HEART PIRATES SCREEN TIME AGAIN!!! Law is such a good captain. The way his confidence is reflected by his crew. His steadying hand on Hakugan helming the ship, leaning in close as he guides him. Am I going to gush about every gesture, every action he makes with his crew? Absolutely. Yes.

The blue eye effect as he activates room? STUNNING. I will never tire of Law using his abilities. It’s so fucking cool.

YESSSSS MARCO GANG ARRIVES!!! REUNION TIME ;;;;v;;;;; Oh my god this scene is beautiful I’m going to sob. The SNOW, Oda!? Bless. Thank you for giving the siblings the fucking best setting for their reunion scene. The Red Scabbards deserve the world. Also Marco is so good. I love one phoenix who hasn’t loss his smile after all that he’s been through. He’s such a sweetheart.

gjskdfg thank you for allowing Yamato 5 minutes instead of 1 minute. Truly you are the pinnacle of patience, Luffy.

Episode 993 -

Luffy looking down so his hat covers his face when Yamato says Ace spoke of him a lot - I’M GONNA SOB! HIS EXPRESSION TIGHTENING AS HE TRIES NOT TO CRY NOOOOOOO OKAY I AM SOBBING NOW.

Oh?! Law’s not going to join the samurai to take down Kaido? Huh! Okay! I wonder if he’s just going to give them their chance to take him down first since this is for their revenge. Law knows about revenge. He is not one against getting vengeance in the least bit. I could believe he wants to let them have the first chance at killing him. This is important to them. He’s there for support if they need it and to keep the plan going.... as smooth as it can gjkslfgf

Oof, Izou didn’t know till now that Kanjuro betrayed them ;;; Him still complimenting Kanjuro even in the face of betrayal, saying how skilled his drawings are. But he knows that while he was ‘on their side’ his drawings were awful. He’s got to be realizing Kanjuro’s creation could have been LEAGUES better than what he was giving them. That he was faking his poor ability to draw in using his powers. The subtlety in Izou’s “What a great actor” comment/compliment. He is angry but still can’t completely shrug off that bond they had. That he thought they had. My god I love the red scabbards so much.

God I’m so proud of Momo ;;; He really is trying to fight back. Kanjuro fucking snapping when Momo draws blood in striking at him with the knife. A member of the Kozuki family drawing his blood that sends Kanjuro into a brief craze. God this is so good.

Awww nooooo Kiku tearing up and wanting Kanjuro to say it to her face that all that time together, the bond they built as a family, that it really was all a lie before she attacks him. God Kanjuro’s betrayal has hurt them so deeply. They loved Kanjuro. They all mean so much to each other. Kiku darling, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. But also Kanjuro saying he IS full of emotions again. God, I wonder if he really does feel that love for them. He feels that bond. But he’s so detached from his emotions that to him it is just that person is his role. That person is a performance. But that person is also real. Kanjuro says he sees their tears as compliments of his acting, but I wonder if deep down, beyond his own awareness, he wants them to mourn him.

OH SHIT! Kiku those were some of the coolest fucking lines ever oh my god. GO OFF, BABE!

My god, MORE EXPLODING CUFFS?! If I had a dollar for every father that put exploding handcuffs on his son to keep him prisoner and keep him in line I’d have two dollars which isn’t much but weird that it’s happened twice. I want Sanji and Yamato to interact now. I want them to bond over having the absolute worst fathers alive.

Yamato: “Because what kind of parent would blow up their own son?” Luffy like ‘This again? Oh HELL no. Okay hand them over, I’m taking these off right now immediately.’

#FryTalks #One Piece #Wano #Taking a break for Breakfast and then I need to get some work done but then my god I want to jump back in

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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🎤The Haikyuu Boys 🎶

🎶With am SO Who Can Sing 🎤

Tsukishima Kei x GN reader; Oikawa Toru x GN reader; Nishinoya YU x GN reader

Warnings: fluff, maybe a swear word?

AN: This is an Anon request! Anon requested Tsukki but I'm adding Oiks and Noya because I can 😍

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

Tsukishima Kei

The silent supporter 🤗

Seriously we've all seen how Tsukki is with Yams and even Hinata at the end of Season 3 😁

Tell me he's not supportive

He might not show it in the public eye but he will encourage you all the time!

You need to practice? He is there to listen

You have a rehearsal for a concert? He sits and watches

Concert? He's there with flowers at the end!

If you don't sing professionally but more for fun, he totally turns off his music but keeps his headphones on

Just to listen to you 🥺

This man will encourage you even if your voice isn't the greatest

She he may tease you about not hitting a note

But it drives you to keep going because his smile when you do hit that note

😍😍 worth all the pain

If someone teases you about your singing, Tsukki will deal with it

This man is a master at tearing people down with his sharp tongue

"Funny that you make fun of my YN looking the way you do"- Tsukki

"At least YN has talent unlike you"- Tsukki

Will support whatever dreams you have

Not matter if it's professional singing or whatever

Even if it's just to get a part in the school musical

Tsukki is all about it

If you are insecure about your voice, he won't push you

He encourages you to sing when you are comfortable

Secretly loves when you hum

He wears his earphones but like he totally turns the music off the hear you

Mans doesn't need to be loud to be supportive

Just being there for you is his way of showing support 😍

We adore this petty bby 😍

Oikawa Toru

Oikwaw Toru 🤦‍♀️

The competive yet supportive one

What can I even say about this man

First off, he probably challenges you to a singing contest 🤣

Pls do it YN and then kick his butt 💅

He secretly loves your voice

When you sing in the shower, he records it

Not creepy I promise, it's consensual

He listens to the recording at night to help him fall asleep

He's supportive for sure

But also like he hogs the spotlight

He will show up to your concerts with the biggest bouquet of flowers

"That's my Baby!"- he will say, clapping extremely loudly and abnoxiously

It's how he shows his support YN let it be 😅

He tries to help you practice but he does not have a good singing voice

Please he will bust out into song during volleyball practice and Iwa will throw a ball at him 🏐

"Shut it loserkawa we want to hear YN sing"- Iwaizumi

Please he will totally sulk but also it's just for show

He can't let his imagine get ruined 💅

He's so competitive 🙄 istg

Mans voice could shatter glass and he'd still argue that his voice was better

Good luck with this one YN 😅

Nishinoya Yu

The hype beast

Honestly you can't even walk down a hallway without Noya asking you to sing for him

"Please YN you have the voice of an angel"- 😍 Noya

Literal heart eyes all the time when you sing

He is front row anytime you grace us with your heavenly voice

If someone talks, Noya's got it handled

"SHUT IT MY BEAUTIFUL YN IS SINGING"- Noya

You don't even bat an eyelash because you know this man 😅

He will request songs for you to sing

Learn them for him and he will totally record them

Has a Playlist of your singing

Asks Daichi to play it during practice

Daichi says "no", Noya plays it anyways 🤣

Literally will scream and shout when you finish singing

He would probably jump on stage but thankfully security exist

They exist because he already did jump on stage 🤣

He would probably learn to play guitar or some instrument to accompany you

You are his muse YN 😍

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Roronoa Zoro x Female!Straw Hat!Reader: Tale as Old as Wasted Time

Summary: It’s a little like Beauty and the Beast…if Beauty had no grace and the Beast had no sense of direction.

Rating/Warnings: All (some mild bad language)

Requester: bleuwales via e-mail

Prompt: Cherry Blossoms; could pick any Straw Hat crew member as romantic lead

Notes: I haven’t read or watched One Piece since 2012, so I hope this is still acceptable. It’s absolutely set before the timeskip, if I don’t make that apparent enough in the text. Do they have makeup in canon? They have makeup now because I say so.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Tale as Old as Wasted Time

Sea legs never did come naturally to you. Before being invited to join the Straw Hat pirates on their various quests for personal fulfillment, you’d hardly ever been onboard a boat at all. The crew assured you that your balance and coordination would return with time, but that time had yet to come. Needless to say, you found this very frustrating. None of them seemed to have any problems! Incredible tasks like taking on Sea Kings barehanded or outmaneuvering a man made of rubber determined to get the last bit of meat occurred on a regular basis. You, on the other hand…well, basic tasks like applying makeup without putting an eye out (yours or any of your friends’) became daunting asks of you.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Someone pounded on the door behind you. Their beat was steady and their force great. Already focused on trying not to let the rolling floor upset your aim, you jumped at the noise, fumbled the mascara wand in your hand, and dropped it right next to your feet.

“Oh, come on!” you moaned, bending to scoop the item up.

No close look was necessary to tell you that the wand was too filthy to use anymore. You didn’t know what caused such a great quantity of hair to come off Usopp whenever he used the Going Merry’s only bathroom, but clearly you should have tried to sweep up after him before attempting to beautify yourself. Just great. All that time you’d spent waiting for Robin and Nami to finish their routines so they couldn’t watch yours wasted. What was worse was that the mascara belonged to the latter. Just because she’d agreed to let you borrow it didn’t mean Nami wouldn’t charge you out the nose once she found out you ruined one of her belongings.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Hurry up in there, would you?” shouted a male voice, only slighted muffled by the door between the two of you.

You knew that voice. You also knew there was no use arguing with its owner. He wouldn’t care that you only had mascara on one eye, no lipstick, and still hadn’t figure out what to do with your hair. When Zoro wanted his fellow crew members to hurry, the majority of them hurried. Well, you did, at least. Doing what he wanted was always so much easier than trying to explain to him why you would not.

“C-coming!” you called.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“If you’re not out in ten seconds, I’m breaking in!”

“I said I’m coming!”

A flash of color as you passed the mirror was all you saw of your reflection. Seeing anything in greater detail was out of the question now. There was no use crying over spilled milk, after all, and if you stopped, Zoro would certainly coming crashing in at the worst possible moment. You put on a burst of speed as he began to count down. Hopefully if you stumbled in your rush to greet him, you would not also rip a portion of your furisode. That really would be something to cry over. All the money you’d spent on it would have been put to better use paying Nami back for her destroyed makeup.

“Four…three…two…!”

With a squeal, you launched yourself up the short set of stairs leading to the exit. Your sandal caught the top step. Somehow you still managed to get your hands on the surface of the door so that you could shove it open. A triumphant cry tried to leave your mouth as you tumbled onto the sunny deck—but the poor cry got rudely cut off when your haphazard momentum sent you face-first into something very hard that stood directly in your path.

“What are you doing?” Zoro asked.

Stars spun around your head. Through them you could see a portion of cloudless blue sky. Nothing more. That was odd. When had you got on your back? Last thing you remembered, you’d been trying to get outside before he could come retrieve you.

If Zoro did not sound thrilled by whatever was going on, he looked even less so. His head suddenly popped into view. He wore his usual frown. Actually, he wore his usual everything. As you struggled to sit up, you saw that he had done absolutely nothing during all that time you’d been trapped in the bathroom praying Robin would not offer to do your hair for you again. For heaven’s sake, he was even wearing the same plain white shirt as he always did, too! Life just wasn’t fair.

Zoro seemed to misinterpret the unblinking stare you set upon the shape of his pecs bulging against his shirt fabric. Instead of saying anything about that, he simply stuck one enormous hand out toward you.

“Here,” he said.

“I’m fine. Thank you,” you said stiffly.

Obviously you were not fine. Your frantic wiggling had not got you back on your feet yet, but Zoro didn’t push. He retracted his hand with a careless shrug and a flat, “Suit yourself.”

This left you to spend the next several minutes attempting to balance well enough to stand up. You could feel his sharp gaze upon you every second of the endeavor…or at least you thought did. When you finally achieved your goal, you found him looking out toward the island the Going Merry had docked at, and no sign at all that he’d been watching you. He hadn’t been watching anything as far as you could tell. Looking around, you suddenly realized that there was nothing else going on for him to look at.

“Where is everyone?” you asked.

“Gone.”

“Gone?”

He did not so much as glance back at you. “Yeah. Gone. They all left. You get that goop in your ears or something?”

“When did they leave?”

“I don’t know. A while ago. You took too long trying to make yourself prettier. Luffy got bored.”

You hoped Zoro’s preoccupation with the ship’s immediate surroundings would prevent him from noticing your heart sink. His choice of words had not escaped you: Tried to make yourself look prettier. Meaning you had failed to do so. Meaning all your effort had been wasted. Meaning you weren’t pretty.

Unfortunately, while you were busy with these thoughts, Zoro finally swiveled his head in your direction. “What are you making that face for?”

“I’m not making any face!” you snapped.

“Yes, you are.”

“Okay! I’m sorry I spent so much time in the bathroom!” Zoro’s apathy rarely failed to rile you right up on the occasions he chose to pick at you instead of Sanji. This time was no different. “It’s not every day Luffy can convince Nami to let us take a detour for something fun. Do you know I haven’t seen a single cherry blossom since we left my home? Pardon me for wanting to look the part!”

If his slightly pursed lips were any indication, Zoro found your tirade more confusing than alarming. “Why is there a specific way you need to do your makeup to look at flowers?”

“That’s not the point. It's—what do you care anyway? Nami and Robin got all dressed up, too!”

“The difference is they didn’t take forever and day to get dressed up.”

“Oh, and I suppose what you’ve done is better?”

“What, nothing?”

“Exactly!”

“I’d say that’s a lot better, actually.”

He didn’t even have to think about it, that was how quickly he answered. What was worse was that he was right. If only you could look baseline pretty in nothing but your day-to-day wear. Not even putting on a furisode and one eye’s worth of mascara could help someone like you, but on Zoro…

Luckily you lurched out of your daydreaming more quickly than you typically did. This man didn’t deserve your daydreams. As rude as he was to you on a regular basis, he hardly deserved your time of day. Why waste your energy on him now? You forced yourself to exhale slowly until you thought you could speak calmly again.

“I’m not going to have this argument with someone who thinks I’m ugly,” you said.

“What are you—”

“Just tell me which way everybody went. Maybe I can catch up with them if I hurry.”

Zoro snorted. “Good luck with that. If I were you, I’d just give it up as a bad job now. Maybe you can see some cherry blossoms next year, once you’ve learned to get ready a little faster.”

“That’s the pot called the kettle black,” you muttered, before lifting your voice to say, “The festival wasn’t supposed to start for another few hours. I know I was not in the bathroom that long.”

“You sure about that?” he asked, raising one thin brow.

“Just because I can’t walk a straight line on a moving ship does not mean I am incapable of sensing the passage of time. Now, would you pretty please quit being a marimo head and point me in the right direction?”

Now it was his turn to stare at you. You had no idea why. It wasn’t like you were the first one to call him a marimo head; Sanji called him that almost exclusively. Was it really even an insult? Maybe Zoro had been offended by your condescending tone instead. Well, if that was the case, you weren’t about to apologize. He didn’t have to help you. Nothing could stop you from simply marching onto dry land all by yourself and—

Without a word, he turned on the spot and headed for the nearby plank.

“Where are you going?” you asked.

Your question didn’t break his stride for a moment. Off Zoro continued to tramp off on his long legs. Soon he would vanish entirely under the vivid boughs of the trees beyond. Panicked, you wobbled as fast as you could to the Merry’s railing.

“W-wait!” you shouted. “Where are you—”

He cut you off with a glance over his shoulder. “Are you coming or not?”

“Coming? Coming where?”

“It would be easier if I just took you to them.”

Oh. Oh no. You did not like the implication of Zoro’s words at all. Surely he couldn’t mean what you thought he meant. But what else could he mean?

“Easier than what?” you asked suspiciously.

“Than giving you directions.”

That was exactly what you’d been afraid of. If your choices came down to following Zoro into the woods or missing the cherry blossom festival entirely, missing the festival was absolutely the wisest move of the two. No plan could be worse than letting this man lead you anywhere—but the way he kept standing expectantly at the end of the plank led you to believe this had not occurred to him.

“A-Are you sure?” you asked weakly. “There’s really no need for you to bother yourself. I know you aren’t that interested in this whole thing.”

“Sure, but you are.”

“And I’ll find my own way there! Really, Zoro, why don’t you just stay here? That way you can take a nap while the ship is quiet, or whatever it is you get up to when we’re all away having fun without you.”

Something in his sharp eyes hardened a little. He considered you like that just a bit longer, then he crossed his log-like arms across his chest and shook his head. “No way. Someone like you would only get lost.”

How could anyone have things as backwards this man did? Following him was asking to be lost. You would have much better luck striking out on your own. Sure, you didn’t have any idea what the island looked like and the one crew member you could always rely on to get you where you needed to go had undoubtedly taken the only map…but you liked your chances of finding your friends by wandering aimlessly around a lot better than you did you did your chances if you accompanied Zoro anywhere.

“You can sit there and dawdle all you want,” his voice broke into your thoughts. “The longer you wait, the more likely it is that they’re going to do everything without you.”

“Yes, but—”

Again he interrupted you without having to say anything. One eyebrow shot up toward his short green hair. You swallowed your complaint with a sigh before you gingerly made your way step by tiny step down the plank. An enormous exhale followed your putting your feet on dry land. How you had missed it! Nothing felt as good as knowing you could dance, jump, or simply walk a straight line without having to fear tripping over your own two feet. Perhaps you might have done any number of those things, had Zoro not greeted you by crouching right in front of you.

“Huh?” you said intelligently.

“Hop on,” he said.

“Hop on what?”

“My back. What else?”

While the broad expanse of Zoro’s back was certainly more inviting than you’d want to admit, you immediately moved away from him. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Why would I kid? It’ll be easier to keep track of you that way, right?”

“And a fall from that height would kill me.” Or ruin your furisode at the very least. Since you’d probably have to trade it to Nami to just begin repaying her for her makeup, you weren’t all that eager to ruin your only bargaining chip in exchange for the momentary soothing of your libido. “I’m not Chopper, Zoro. I’m not going to suddenly vanish on you.”

“You really think you can keep up with me?”

“Yes,” you lied. “I do.”

Rather than call you out on this blatant untruth, Zoro stood up without further argument. You held your breath. Exactly why, you didn’t know. There was no immediate emergency that might otherwise have convinced him to physically throw you on his back without your consent. Then he squared his shoulders and headed for the tree line, causing you to realize exactly why you were so nervous.

“At least I know Luffy will refuse to leave without you,” you said as you hurried to catch up with him.

“Huh?” Zoro asked.

“Never mind. You sure you know where they were going?”

“I have eyes, so yes. I’m sure.”

There wasn’t much you could say to contradict that Zoro did have working eyes. On the other hand, everyone in the crew knew he couldn’t find his way off the ship without help…Well, everyone except Zoro. Unless you wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon moping alone on deck, though, following him through the low-hanging branches of heavy pink flowers was your only option.

How big could the island be anyway? You doubted any of you would be there unless Luffy had latched onto your stories about the cherry blossom festivals of your youth, after which he’d proclaimed that the crew would certainly be attending the very next one you came across. Nami had found the place, of course. She hadn’t mentioned there being anything else worthwhile here. In fact, there wasn’t really anything or anyone of note outside the trees and the people that took care of them. That was probably the reason she’d okayed the stop: No one, not even Luffy, was likely to get in any trouble on a one-day stop like this one.

After trailing after Zoro like a lost puppy for ages, you realized you’d managed to do the impossible. You had gotten into an absolute heap of trouble. The sun above the tree tops was starting to dip low enough to turn the sky red. All of that walking—perhaps hours of it!—had got you nowhere. Not one sign that your friends had passed through this area appeared. Heck, you hadn’t seen a single hint of there being human civilization anywhere nearby! Worse still, your companion showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

“Zoro,” you said breathlessly, trying and failing to match his enormous steps.

Evidently, he didn’t hear you, because he just kept on marching.

You tried again, a little louder, “Zoro, I don’t think we’re going the right way.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Because—”

A sudden sharp pain in your side cut you off. You could go no further. Before you could fall flat on your face on land for once, you came to a stop. Zoro didn’t notice. Even your great gasps for breath didn’t distract him. He was almost out of sight before you mustered up enough oxygen to shout:

“Because there’s no one else here!”

This effort did little to aid your attempts to regain your strength. So exhausted were you by the forced march that the pink forest spun around your head. Once Zoro vanished, there would be no catching up to him.

Thankfully your cry seemed to alert him to the situation as well. He froze. The back of his head tilted upward. Surely he noticed the same thing that you did: The island around you rang with nothing but silence.

“If they were anywhere around here, we’d be able to hear them. At least we’d be able to hear Usopp and Luffy and Chopper,” you said hoarsely. “Face it, Zoro. We’re lost.”

“I can’t believe those guys went and got themselves lost,” Zoro said, more to himself than to you.

“Fine. Whatever. We’re lost. They’re lost. Does it matter who’s lost? The point is, we can’t find our friends. We probably can’t even find the ship.”

“I told them not to wander off like th—What do you think you’re doing?”

Trust him to turn back to you the moment you collapsed in a heap. You simply had no energy left. Certainly you had no energy left to argue with him. Still wheezing, you crawled across the soft grass until you reached a sturdy tree trunk. The force with which you threw your back against it sent a cascade of petals across your vision, which unfortunately obscured Zoro’s approach until he stood right above you.

“Come on,” he said. “We won’t find them by sitting on our asses.”

“What’s the point? It’s getting dark. The festival probably finished ages ago. And I’m tired.”

“You wouldn’t be so tired if you’d just let me carry you as planned. Here, just get on—”

You let out a wild laugh. “Oh, no. No way. I am not going anywhere else with you today. If I did, we’d probably wind up on an entirely different island. No, thank you. I’m staying here.”

“Why are you being such a big baby about this? You’re the one that insisted on coming out here just to stare at a bunch of stupid trees.”

“And you’re the one that insisted on taking me to see the stupid trees. I wanted to find them on my own. You didn’t have to come along.”

“I came along because I felt sorry for you. Don’t worry, I can promise you that won’t ever happen again.”

“Good! Because I don’t need you to pity me for being ugly as sin!”

It wasn’t very often that you and Zoro came to loggerheads like this. He wasn’t easily ruffled, and he was surrounded by much easier targets than a girl that had to fight to stay upright more often than not. You didn’t enjoy catching his attention, not when you realized how stupid you looked. Getting his attention by making him angry wasn’t ideal either…but as he looked at you then, the anger faded from his face, and you realized that his new expression was much, much worse.

“What are you talking about, ugly as sin?” he demanded, crossing his gigantic arms over his chest.

Too late, you realized you’d given too much away. “Nothing. Forget it.”

“No. You said something about that before, on the Merry. Spit it out.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Quit being an idiot.”

“Oh, so now I’m ugly and stupid, is that it?” you spat.

His eyes narrowed. You scowled right back. After about half a second, you gave up. If you insisted on snapping at him about your appearance, even someone as oblivious as Zoro was bound to notice you kept bringing up the subject.

“Fine.” Sighing, you a ran a hand through your ruined hair—not that it had been in any right state to begin with. “Earlier you told me I can’t even make myself pretty when I try. I know you don’t think much of me, but I guess…I guess I didn’t realize I was so hideous even you could see that.”

Such a confession got no reaction from the man standing in front of you. He didn’t even bother opening his eyes wider. Instead he continued to glare at you for what felt like an eternity. Then he snorted, unwound his arms, and plunked himself down on the ground right next to you.

“You are an idiot,” he announced as he closed his eyes. After that, he went quiet.

Your mouth fell open. It was one thing for Zoro to think you were unattractive. That was something you could live with, especially since Sanji would willingly tell you otherwise if you ever asked. Zoro thinking you were stupid was another.

Perhaps your gaping went on for too long, because a little while later he slid open one eye in your direction. “What I said was that you took too long trying to get prettier. Now, am I crazy, or does that not have the word ‘ugly’ anywhere in it?”

“You didn’t have to come right out and say it. Saying that I tried to get pretty makes it obvious that you think I failed.”

“Of course you failed. You’re already pretty. There’s no point in you trying to make yourself prettier. What,” he added, twisting his body a little toward you. “Why are you making that face again?”

“I-I’m not making any face!” you said as you hastily tried to hide your shock and pleasure with one of your sleeves.

Zoro looked very much like he wanted to argue, but then he seemed to think better of it and laid back down. “Yeah. You said that before, too.”

“I’m sorry. You just caught me off guard, is all. You really think I’m pretty?”

Your cheeks burned immediately after asking this question. How pathetic could you be? There was using one’s looks to get what one wanted like Nami did, and then there was fishing for compliments like you were doing now. If the rest of your behavior that day hadn’t driven Zoro to ditch you in the middle of some unfamiliar woods, this absolutely would. To your surprise, however, he answered seriously:

“I don’t think you’re pretty. I know you’re pretty. Then you go and do bizarre things like only put makeup on half your face. Why are women so weird about their appearances?”

“But—but you seemed so upset that I was in there for so long and I didn’t look any better,” you pointed out.

“No, I was upset because you were so worried about making sure you looked like Nami that you were going to miss the one thing you’d been yammering on about for weeks. I didn’t want you to miss it after I had to hear about it so damn much.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, tilting your head upward to watch one flower-laden branch swing up and down in the cooling breeze. “Guess that didn’t work out. I wish they hadn’t all left without me.”

“If it’s any consolation, I did try to get Luffy to calm down and stick around a little longer,” Zoro said quietly.

“You did?”

“Mm.”

You shot him a smile that he couldn’t see with his eyes shut. “Thank you. Thank you for trying to get me there in time, too. Even if we didn’t make it.”

“Talk about a waste of time. You were right. I should have stayed on the ship and taken a nap.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say it was a complete waste of time. Maybe I didn’t get to attend a festival with my friends like I wanted, but I still got to see the blossoms with you. That means something where I come from, you know?”

Zoro made no reply. You held your breath, waiting for him to tell you off for being so sappy, or to remind you that him knowing you were pretty wasn’t anything more than a statement of fact. He remained silent. Frowning, you leaned toward him…

…only for him to let out a tremendous snore that made you leap back against your tree trunk.

“Zoro? Are you taking a nap right now?” you asked.

The continued snores indicated that he really was. You scrambled to your feet, grabbed one of his arms, and started heaving.

“Zoro? Zoro! You can’t sleep right now. It’s getting dark! We have to get back to the ship!”

But your cries of desperation were to no avail. No matter how you pushed, pulled, or shoved his massive body, he was well and truly out. The darkness settled in overhead as you gave up trying to rouse him. With as bad as your day had turned out to be, it was no surprise that you were stuck essentially alone outside in a strange place.

Today hadn’t been all bad, though, had it? You had learned that Zoro—as attractive and as gruff as he might have been—thought you were pretty even without your sea legs. Now you just had to hope that Nami would choose to stage a search and rescue before she discovered just what you’d done to her makeup before Zoro made his big reveal.

#fan fic #straw writes #reader insert #second person pov #one shot #request #roronoa zoro #one piece #zoro #roronora zoro x reader #roronora zoro x you #roronora zoro x y/n #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #zoro x reader #zoro x you #zoro x y/n

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sokkastyles · 3 years

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What's with this common perception of K//taang as this "pure, wholesome, vanilla ship" when it actually has a lot of problematic and misogynistic elements to it?

Part of the reason is that people love to make simplistic dichotomies, which is odd for a show which has a major theme of breaking down dichotomies, but there it is.

At first glance zutara has a lot of the same beats as other enemies to lovers and hero/villain ships. Especially those involving a villainous male character and a heroic female character. And a lot of the appeal for THAT comes from the death and the maiden trope, which is as old as dirt. See Hades and Persephone. There’s also some Beauty and the Beast vibes. These are old, old tropes and they endure despite or because of the way they tap into darker aspects of the human psyche and desire. In a lot of these types of ships, the darkness is the appeal.

And zutara has some of this, which I suppose explains the popularity of the whole “I’ll save you from the pirates” thing, but really, if you were looking for that kind of ship, zutara isn’t really the one you would go for, because it’s like, the lightest possible version of this type of dynamic. Because Zuko at his most menacing is never really that threatening to the gaang, and most of the good shipping material for zutara happens after Zuko stops being such a jerk.

The appeal of any ship involving Zuko is really more of the appeal of the redeemed rival. Despite Zuko’s redemption, though, a lot of people still try to position zutara as the “dark” ship in comparison to KA, partly because the show does this in some ways - although in doing so, they kinda shot themselves in the foot, see episodes like “The Southern Raiders” and “Ember Island Players” which try to push the Zuko vs Aang thing in terms of their relationship to Katara but end up making Zuko look better in comparison.

There’s also the stigma around abuse victims that I’ve seen in other fandoms. Zuko is the “dark” option because he’s “damaged.” Even though his ending is one of hope and healing, a lot of the anti discourse reads as victim blaming, particularly when people say that Mai is a better option for Zuko because she “handles” him or puts up with him. Which is horrible for both Mai and Zuko.

I would also argue that it’s just regular old misogyny. We as a society are taught to view female desire itself as dark, which is why a lot of these types of love triangles follow the same pattern. The plucky good guy in pursuit of the girl who is attracted to a good-looking “bad boy” who is no good for her. By the end of the story, the girl will learn that the guy who is pursuing her is the one she should have chosen all along. This is the reason the myth of the Nice Guy persists. And the show creators themselves have used these words to talk about KA vs ZK, despite Katara never actually expressing attraction to Zuko in the series itself. But the idea that she could be is definitely present in the series. It’s also present in the way the fandom talks about these two ships.

And this is what really sours KA for me, too. I’ve seen SO many posts about how you have to ship it because “Aang is so nice.” And, um??? No, you don’t. In general, being “nice” is such a bizarre criteria for romance, that’s what so-called Nice Guys don’t understand. People who call themselves nice guys also usually aren’t that nice, but that isn’t the whole issue. The issue is that being nice doesn’t entitle you to a relationship.

And once you consider yourself a nice guy, you can justify all sorts of nastiness and entitlement. That’s the main difference between how KA is presented and how Zutara is presented. KA begins with the assumption that eventually Katara and Aang will get together, so every obstacle they face is just a bump in the road. Aang is, after all, so nice. He would never really hurt Katara. Therefore, if Katara feels hurt by Aang, it probably wasn’t as bad as she thought. Aang’s so nice, after all.

Which is...not actually all that wholesome at all. It has nothing at all to do with how nice Aang actually is, but the very fact that no relationship should be built on the assumption that one partner is infallible or “earned” a relationship due to being nice. That’s not how it works.

Contrast that with a guy who knows that he is capable of mistakes, who knows he’s capable of hurting others but is also capable of admitting it and apologizing and working to correct that behavior. That’s actually way more wholesome in reality.

I’m not talking about a situation where an abusive partner acts like they’re entitled for their partner to take them back because they’re sorry. In that situation there’s a likelihood that the abusive person will do the same thing again, whether or not they are actually sorry. But the beauty of Zutara is that Zuko never expects anything from Katara. He doesn’t change for Katara or the promise of her love or friendship. He changes himself, by himself, and it’s only then that Katara accepts him.

The reality is that anything that is presented as pure and wholesome is probably something you should immediately question. This is true wrt relationships, institutions, authority, and the discourse you read on the internet. People who are truly good don’t have to convince you that they’re pure. People who are truly good know that they’re fallible, and anyone who tries to convince you otherwise probably has an agenda that you should be wary of.

That’s why Iroh says that Zuko is pure, truly pure, at the end of the series. Because he’s been through the darkness and come out a better person for it. I’ll take that any day of the week over idealized vanilla white bread with misogynistic undertones.

#zutara #zuko #katara #antikataang

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wallflowerimagines · 3 years

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How would the Lords handle their crush rejecting them? The reason can range from just not returning their feelings to having feelings for someone else to having feelings for one of their SIBLINGS

Ooooooooh. Time for Angst.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Ah.

Alcina doesn't settle for second best, unfortunately.

She's going to try and convince you of how wrong you are, and use every trick in her arsenal. Making you jealous, degrading your choice in perspective partner, showering you in affection, she's not above any of it. Hell, she might even play matchmaker for your crush.

To a certain extent, as long as she can convince you not to choose your crush, she's happy. You don't even have to pick her at the end of the day, she just wants to make sure they are out of your life.

IF it's another Lord, though...

I'm going to be a thousand percent honest, if she likes you and you reject her for a stranger, it would go way better than if you rejected her for a sibling.

She's not Mother Miranda's favorite, and now she's not your favorite either, and it hurts.

She's not going to try and win you over if you chose another Lord. Depending on how close you were beforehand she might even cut you out of her life entirely. If she sees you in public, she'll either ignore you or be so icily civil that it feels like she's disemboweling you with her words.

If the two of you were close friends, there might be a chance for reconciliation, but it's not likely. You would have to put in an obscene amount of effort, and it would still take years before she's even willing to entertain the idea.

(You need to prove that she's still special to you. She needs to feel appreciated, and that her love for you wasn't a waste. If you can manage to do all that, your relationship can recover and your friendship will thrive.)

She's also worse to the sibling who got picked over her, Especially if it's Heisenberg. Their petty squabbling actually turns into heated arguments with Intent To Harm, and she will not hesitate to kill him if he steps on her toes.

Donna Beneviento

Inconsolable.

For Donna to make herself vulnerable enough to confess to you, pour her heart out, and still be rejected?

It hurts. It hurts so much.

She spent all this time and effort trying to be brave, trying to build up just enough courage to make you see how she felt, and it didn't work. You don't love her. It feels like she made a running jump into the void and nobody was there to catch her.

Was it something she did? Was it something she said? Was it Angie? Her scar? Her mutation? Donna wants to know why.

And when she finds out it's someone else? ...She doesn't know how to feel.

Do they know how you take your tea? Donna does! Donna knows your favorite color, and song, and what your dream job is! It's almost like she's bargaining with you. You two are perfect together, she just knows it! Does this stranger even care about you at all?

Eventually, once you start to console her, she settles down a bit. Okay. You don't love her romantically. But you have to promise her that you'll stay in her life, that's the only way she'll accept this.

(She can't lose anyone else)

It doesn't matter if your crush is a stranger or another Lord, Donna watches them like a hawk. She's a little more lenient with her Siblings, of course, but her standards for the relationship are even higher than yours. They have to pass all these small 'tests' to prove that they're worthy of your affection.

If you don't get anything and everything you ask for, your partner is going to have to deal with Donna. If they so much as make you cry, Angie and the rest of Donna's porcelain family are going to shred them to pieces. No questions, no excuses.

Her feelings will probably change to something more familial rather than romantic (she love you too much for you guys to just be friends), but Donna will never stop being crazy protective over you.

Salvatore Moreau

Surprisingly, he has the best initial reaction.

As much as he hoped--As much as he dreamed--that you would love him back, he knew it was never going to happen.

Salvatore is aware that he's a monster, and Beauty and the Beast is just a story. People like you don't fall for things like him, and it's just a fact of life.

He's still devastated, don't get me wrong. But if you reject him because you have feelings for someone else already?

He's a little more understanding.

He would still want to be friends. No matter who you fall for, he wants to be in your life, even if he made the mistake of revealing to you how disgusting his feelings are. If you want him as a friend, he'll be there for you, no questions asked.

If you confess to your crush and it goes well? He's so genuinely happy for you! You deserve every happiness the world has to offer, and your crush would be a fool not to see how much of a gem you are.

He'll also want to know about your relationship, to the point where it's a little bit voyeuristic. But he honestly can't help himself. It's like a movie with his favorite person as the romantic lead, and he can't bring himself to look away.

Just... Don't tell him about your first kiss with your new partner. It's something he built up quite a bit in his head, and he really wanted to experience that with you. He'd spend long nights fantasizing about what your lips might feel like against his, and to hear you gush about that experience with someone else will break his heart all over again.

Moreau would also be happier with the Situation if you told him you were in love with one of his siblings. That means you're part of his family! You're not going to leave the Village! You're going to stick around, and he will still get to see you all the time!

Salvatore isn't going to pine after you until the day he dies--but it's pretty damn close. He's fairly emotionally mature about things like romance, but feelings can't just be turned on and off with the push of a button. Just because you are taken doesn't mean he still doesn't have feelings for you, after all, but he promises you he's going to work through it. Still, please, give him time.

Karl Heisenberg

Magnet Man is ready to murder.

You're HIS crush friend. You're supposed to like him! You guys have so much in common already, why would you spend time with someone else when you could be spending time with Your Friend Heisenberg??

(why don't you like him like he likes you?)

I've said it before, but Heisenberg is bad at processing emotions. He does not know what his own feelings are 99% of the time, and the rest of the time he does not want to acknowledge it. When he finds out you have a crush and it's not him? He practically throws a tantrum. It's frustrating for him too, because he's not even sure why he's so angry.

Especially because you make a point of saying that you still value your friendship with him. He's irreplaceable to you, but only platonically.

And he likes you as a friend. So much. The fact that you want to stick around after he word vomited his tangle of platonic-romantic feelings at you just proves you two are great friends. So why is he STILL so fucking pissed?

He will play the Needy Best Friend card to keep your attention on him as long as possible. Any minor inconvenience he might have is an emergency of the highest caliber, and you HAVE to help him. A part of him hopes the extended exposure will convince you to choose him.

Meanwhile, if your crush is some stranger (and he thinks he can get away with it without hurting you) that person is straight up dead. All tattoos and other identiying marks are removed so you aren't suspicious, and the corpse is used as Lycan fodder. No evidence, no proof, no problem.

If You like one of His Siblings? He does a little more soul searching. He does want you to be happy, and as much as he argues with them, his siblings are just as much Victims of Mother Miranda as he is. They do deserve happy lives (if only to spite that bitch, or at least that's how he rationalizes it to himself).

He'll... probably get over it. Maybe. Someday. But in the meantime, as long as you stick around and promise to spend time with him, it will sting way less.

#donna beneviento x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #the four lords x readers #the four lords #donna beneviento #alcina dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #salvatore moreau #re8 #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil 8

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 2 years

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So, I'm learning for my history exam, and reading about "normalisation" in Czechoslovakia. Basically, the communist party decided to get back their power and everyone was miserable.

Anyway, my brain is still in Descendants!! Mode, so I'm gonna make a list, featuring the stuff communists used to achieve their goal and see if Auradon did it! Fun, right?

Anyway, I'm doing both post-1948 and -1968, to get more comprehensive list. And hopefully give Auradon some positive points.

Create an atmosphere of fear. Yep. Definitely. They freaked everyone out with pretending the villains were a threat still and probably also threatened to send any offenders to the Isle. I mean, why wouldn't they? It would be effective. ✔️

Political processes, like getting sentenced without proper trial. Almost definitely, but I can't really blame them with some of the more awful villains. Still, another check it is. ✔️

Install wide variety of annual celebrations and festivals, so people would be distracted. Ehm, Sea Side Festival in the Rise? All the corresponding festivals in other kingdoms? And I'd eat my boots if they don't have celebrations of Uniting Auradon and Creating the Isle. You know, Panem et Circenses style. So: ✔️

Prefabricated trials for your own. (Is it how Yen Sid got on the Isle? Is it?!) Like, hopefully not, so: ✖️

Trials with death sentence, prefabricated trials, of course. Again, hopefully not. That's why they have the Isle. On the other hand, one could argue that dragging dead Villains back into the land of living so they can suffer more equals that. Anyway: ✖️

Censorship of knowledge. „The gates to knowledge are never closed, but library is open from XX to XX." Does that count? Probably not. Anyway, the books in library probably are censored. (I mean, the US of America does do that, right?) And Ben's books are totally edited ad usum delphini and I'll fight you on that. Actually, the VKs probably have better knowledge of what happened/is happening because the Villains can't keep their mouths shut and accidentally reaveal the stuff the other one wants to keep hidden in an argument. Or very purposefully. That depends. Also, the people didn't know how bad the Iske really was! Ben didn't! Which further supports my ad usum delphini argument, btw. One way or the other, here we go: ✔️

Replacing the church of *god* with worshiping the regime. I mean have you seen the church with vitrages of the heroes? Definitely ✔️

Trying to isolate people not agreeing with the regime and basically anyone with their own opinion. This is literally the Isle. I doubt all of the inhabitants of the Isle were major villains, so: ✔️

State-owned and state-controled TV programs. We know that exists on the Isle, so why not include it as one of the many channels in Auradon? Plus, the tales of major heroes are definitely spoon fed to the audience at least once a year. The Beauty And The Beast the most, in a display of irony. Still, I'm giving them benefit of doubt. ❓

These freaking five years plans for economy. I mean, we know nothing of Auradon economy, but I doubt even Beast would be that stupid. ✖️

Closing borders. Are there other countries besides Auradon? And it's allies? No idea, but Auradon definitely gives closed borders vibes. Again, benefit of doubt. ❓

Restricting children's opportunities in life by what their parents did. Excuse my poor wording, but this is precisely what Auradon did. ✔️

Create breathtaking displays of art, architecture, etc, so people would be distracted by how awesome the regime that can built that is & have job. Ehm, like the statue that turns from King to Beast and back? ✔️

Family friendly policy, so people would be too distracted by raising kids to question wtf is going on & future economy would grow. I can't say nothing for sure, but there really is a suspicious amount of heirs and heiresses in that class, isn't there?❓

No elections, or elections with predetermined winners. Since Auradon is a monarchy, I'm gonna count that. ✔️

Also, bonus points for Auradon only: Ensuring all the country's heirs go to one school, so they wouldn't get any ideas. ✔️

And baning magic would be on this list, if we had any. Unfair. Like, magic is creating differences between social classes!! We gotta ban that, immediately!!

Did anyone ask to see this? No.

Did it help me learn for the history exam? ...Actually, yes.

And now it's your problem, too.

#please don't take this seriously #disney descendants #isle of the lost #auradon #the united states of auradon is not perfect #actually take it as seriously as you want #just don't fight with me please

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sukirichi · 3 years

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jujutsu kaisen characters as students in high school: (non-canon AU)

featuring: itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, getou suguru, & ryoumen sukuna notes: some parts include you as their friend, or even their high school love! (this is unedited/ not proofread)

masterlist ! requests are open

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈

he’s not the brightest bulb, but he makes up for it through hardwork and enthusiasm

yuuji is literally that classmate everyone is just friends with

the type who waves with a smile, saying “good morning!” the moment he walks through that door

with that being said, since he’s everyone’s friend, i headcannon that yuuji doesn’t really have a best friend because he’s so open and available to everyone it’s hard to have just a one on one conversation with him

not to say he’s always surrounded by a crowd that you can’t get near him, but everyone likes talking to yuuji

he just fits in so well and understands people

kind of like how he easily clicked with junpei (please, i miss him, i still can’t believe that he’s...you know...)

whether it’s the guys raving to him about sports

or girls shyly talking about their crush on class or about that new shojo manga

yuuji is open to anything and everyone. this boy wears his heart on his sleeve and he’s honestly such a precious boy, please be kind to him <3

the type of student that gets called to answer in class but isn’t shy to admit he doesn’t know the answer while rubbing the back of his neck

he does pay attention tho

i think it’s canon that yuuji is a dedicated man, like from that time he just watched movies straight and kept his cursed energy controlled so the cursed corpse would stop hitting him

overall, yuuji is a very hard working student!

he wouldn’t get over the top grades, but he’s really proud of himself (and he should be!)

also that one kid in class that is surprisingly good in sports despite his lanky figure and laid back persona, because all the other sports-craved people are always flexing or challenging other captains

but plot twist, this boy is ripped and very, beautifully kept in trim

yeah he’s not really into club activities that much

not because he hates them, but he’s just not that into it. he’s more than glad to join in whatever activities though and enjoys them, but if asked what he’d like to do, it wouldn’t be that first thing that came to mind

in conclusion: itadori yuuji is the class sunflower that lights up everyone’s day 🌻

yuuji’s role: the hard worker!

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

hands down, megumi is THAT student

if you’re volunteering in the library, you can sure as hell guarantee you’ll see megumi there

he doesn’t like studying in class because it’s too noisy, so if he’s in school, you’ll always see his name in the library logs

he’s that kid that aces all exams

the type to scowl when he sees a 96% mark because he’s expecting a perfect mark

okay before you come at me, i’m not saying megumi is that annoying smart kid in class that goes, “Oh, I’m so dumb, just a 96?”

no he’s more frustrated at himself because he knows he studied hard and lost sleep over it. he’s just wondering where he went wrong. he has literal note cards and customize flash cards on an app on his phone, waking up every four am and probably taking supplement classes after regular school hours

i headcannon that megumi is someone who always wants to do his best and actually goes through lengths to prove his worth

maybe it stems from having the need to show who he really is and what he’s capable of

but yeah i can totally see him doing that

also that cute student that keeps visiting the cafe every saturday morning, wearing a black hoodie and headphones tucked in, his pretty hands nestling over a book

he looks like a gamer but honestly i don’t think he’s got time for that lmao

would also be that guy people find hard to approach because of his quiet and reserved self

he’s pretty intimidating too

definitely sits beside the window at the back of the class. you can’t fight me on that

just because he’s smart and loves studying, it doesn’t mean he’ll sit on the front row and raise his hand every damn second

the teachers will encourage him to participate in class a little bit more, especially after seeing he’s awkward during group activities, but megumi just really prefers to do things by himself

i also headcannon him eating in the cafeteria like everyone else instead of having his alone time during a rooftop? like idk i can’t picture megumi completely isolating himself like that

he blends in well in a way that you know he’s just like everyone else; a human

but he also stands out in the manner that he’s a lot more introverted and reserved compared to everyone else

surprisingly good during sports and relay games

100% reliable

the type to stay up at midnight to finish a group project, sighing because his groupmates doesn’t care as much as he does, but turns it in anyway the next day

he’d be annoyed at them, but he doesn’t really like confrontation so he doesn’t out them to the teacher like that

but he’s also not someone who lets people walk over him, so he’ll simply say something about his groupmates becoming more responsible and to be serious for once as a “warning”

and yeah, he may be closed off, but once you get really close with him (even better if you have similar interests) you’ll find there’s a lot more to him than what you’ve originally seen and he’s actually a pretty great friend and supportive classmate

would teach you instead of just letting you copy his work or snap pictures of his notes

ugh he’s so responsible and morally right and that’s so attractive help

in conclusion: fushiguro megumi is the hidden gem 💎

megumi’s role: the intellectual outsider!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

man...i don’t know how to start this

i’ve said this about megumi, but gojo is also that student

no, in fact, he’s THE student

everyone loves him. literally everyone

the teachers? smitten

his classmates? in love

the school guard? calls him by his first name

the cleaning lady? turns into a star with the way she lightens up when he’s there

the cafeteria staff? yeah free food because he’s gojo satoru

gojo is what i like to call the “one who has it all” because....well, he kind of does

he’s really smart and talented, which comes as a surprise to everyone in the first day of school when he nearly gets kicked out for falling asleep in class

only for everyone to be shocked that he knows the answer already and the teacher is only discussing chapter 1 lmao

yeah he’d be that kid who always sleeps in class

or is playing games on his phone behind an open textbook

he literally doesn’t listen to what the teacher is saying at all - or at least that’s what he wants you to think

man is a god at multitasking and his seatmate would snicker because he’s crushing his enemies at a phone game, but then gojo coolly corrects the teacher about history or something

he’s pretty laid back tbh

but when he’s got everyone’s attention on him? ofc he’d show off

basketball meats are wild. even students from neighbouring schools would visit just to see gojo play - and he’s not even an official member! the coach just asked him to replace a sick player but boy won that champion shot

omg BASKETBALL PLAYER GOJO I CAN’T

but he pretty much excels at everything

except cooking class, gosh, don’t ever bring this man anywhere near a fire. that’s probably the only thing that really got him to detention this time because he always somehow talks himself out of getting that red card with his words and charm

also that kid that would receive lots of confession letters, chocolates, and random gifts in his shoe lockers

he knows he’s handsome and he’s not shy about it. in fact, he’s shameless when it comes to his allure on people

but he also doesn’t really date anyone (it’s canon this man won’t stay loyal to a single woman lmao)

if he and megumi were classmates, they’d be sort of rivals

megumi would always come on top of class, but gojo is just a breath away from the former’s perfect marks. if it only weren’t for megumi’s squeaky clean record and reputation - whereas satoru’s is TAINTED as heck - and the fact that gojo doesn’t really study as much as gumi, then yeah he’d also be top of the class if he wanted to

on a much more serious note,,,gojo acts like nothing really bothers him and he’s simply that effortless

but i feel like he grew up with tutors from a very young age and that’s how his natural intelligence was just further improved and increased with that type of environment in his childhood

and unlike megumi, i don’t think gojo would really have a set goal in mind on who he wants to be or what he wants to do in the future

he’d just be enjoying the moment <3

in conclusion: gojo satoru is the effortless god!

satoru’s role: the lazy king everyone is envious of

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

the playboy

you can’t argue with me on this one

he just is, i feel it deep in my SOUL he just is

moment he walks in, all classy and suave aura and all, you can honestly smell and taste the amount of confidence that drips from him

probably came from a well-off family

probably the mayor’s kid lmao and he’s been used to the attention ever since he was young

much like megumi, he’s not really the type to show off his intelligence

and similar to gojo, people are surprised he’s actually got them brain cells just because everyone is more focused on his appearance first

like who would expect this tall hunk beautiful beast of a man with long hair and piercings actually liked classic novels and could effortlessly recite sonatas and poems in different languages

yeah i headcannon that getou is an intellectual, cultured man

ofc having long hair and piercings isn’t allowed in his school, but because he’s geto and the school knows about his family’s influence, they just let it slide

probably comes late to school too

he eats in the cafeteria, but you don’t really see him indulge much. some days, he’ll have his own fancy bento box prepared by a family chef, but geto is actually pretty simple and humble that he also buys packed bread or canned coffee

takes the library volunteer by surprise when he drops by one friday after class to borrow an old classic novel that even your professors had a hard time analysing

but geto’s like, “oh this? yeah i last read it when i was thirteen, thought i’d read it again”

IDK WHY but I can see him as sort of breaking the rules when it comes to the school uniform

top three buttons of his shirt open when he’s feeling hot or something

doesn’t really keep his tie that tight too

but overall, geto is a composed and well-put together guy

i just can’t picture him slacking when it comes to his appearance, he’s too fancy and pretty for that

he’s also similar to megumi in a way people find it hard to approach them, but most definitely, geto also receives confessions often

i can see him dating someone after being interested in someone in school and actually being serious with them unlike gojo

then they would be “that” couple that’re just so couple goals

not the type that goes overboard with pda and pulls off the angry face emoji when they hear someone talking about them and they’re like, “NO HE’S MINE”

okay that’s cringe but i legit witnessed that way too many times in high school yall cant blame me lmao

but they’d be more like the chill laid back couple that supports each other in everything and you can just tell they have a happy, healthy relationship

(oh to be getou’s girlfriend in high school and his first love and all his firsts)

in conclusion: getou suguru is the unpredictable!

getou’s role is: that one classmate you really admire but he’s so far out your league but he’s genuinely a good guy anyway so you’re happy for him no matter what <3

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

okay okay hear me out but...the stoner

i really can’t see him any other way guyssss

and if you’re his classmate, you most likely wouldn’t see him that much either

dude is like 2-3 years older than everyone in class and he doesn’t give a shit about it

he’ll come like...once a week, if he’s in the mood enough

teachers don’t even bother scolding him for his tattoos anymore because there’s rumours going around he’s the son of a yakuza leader or that he’s a gangster who sells organs or some creepy dark stuff

ofc he doesn’t do that

he just does drugs and gets drunk at most

sukuna doesn’t really have that much friends either. yeah he parties with people and often gets high with some older kids, but he doesn’t genuinely enjoy their companies either

would totally come to school with his uniform unironed

red-eyed from his high and naps at the back of the class, making the teacher soften their voice in fear of waking him up

also doesn’t have a pen or paper

i mean...he doesn’t even bring a bag

fails the exams all the time, making him repeat year by year, and he’s even known for beating his senpai up for something stupid and sending the guy to a hospital where he stays for two weeks

but on the other hand

he’s also freakishly attractive and surprisingly easy to talk to

you probably bumped into him one time and you profusely apologize, but then he notices something about, something odd like, “did you just cut your hair?”

“uhm yes...you noticed?”

sukuna shrugs lazily, “noticed something was different, but whatever. it looks good on you though.”

he’s just soooo nonchalant most of the time, it’s hard to believe he’s actually pretty violent

but yeah this man has anger issues i’m sorry

but with that speaking, i actually don’t see sukuna as a bully with like a gang of his “followers” or that type of jazz

he’s more like the kid that hides under the bleachers or gets high in a storage room while everyone else is occupied with school festivals

it’s a shock he even came, but sukuna just says “free food is always a gift” but ofc it’s not free food...he just steals from the stalls

now here comes the fun part

so now that we know sukuna pretty much is a hopeless case...suddenly, he isn’t? maybe he meets you, the class volunteer who goes out of their way to visit his shabby apartment just to hand him his class work that he’s missed out on

he obviously disses you at first and ignores you, telling you to get lost

but somehow your kindness and persistence has him breaking

now he starts coming to school often, carrying a pack of gum or mint pops because he smells like weed and he’s slightly conscious of himself

this is supposed to be just them being students in high school, but i could honestly sukuna changing colors once he just gets a better grasp of what would be good for him

or maybe something finally interests him and gives answers to his silent questions

i feel like he’s such a troubled kid and just lacks proper care and attention, but once you become his friend and show him you don’t have bad intentions, he’s actually a loyal and decent guy

and when you two finally get close, you eventually gain enough courage to tutor him. sukuna is actually pretty smart too, he just doesn’t like studying, but when you compliment him, oh man, he melts

“yeah, you actually got that right! i told you you could do this!”

tsk,” he scoffs, “that’s all kindergarten shit.”

“if it is, then why haven’t you graduated?”

“shut the fuck up.”

although he sneers, you and sukuna have gotten close enough that you know both of you don’t mean anything bad behind those words and it’s all light hearted teasing

oh and when you ask him to take a picture with you for “high school memories?”

sukuna is disgusted

“get that thing away from my face - did you just take my photo?”

“yeah, you look pretty cute here! i’m so printing this and putting this in my album.”

sukuna is about to scold you even more, but the thought of you putting your photo together - even when he’s frowning in the picture - in something as sentimental as a photo book really has him softening up

would even try - keyword is try - to study more just so you’d stop frowning when you see his paper covered in red marks all over again

and he’d even try cutting down on his weed for the sake of his “health”

ofc he won’t suddenly - or ever, even - become the amazing student megumi is

he’ll still get into trouble because he’s impulsive and has poor coping skills, also he’s not good with words or dealing with his emotions

but on his good days, he’s a pretty funny guy

it just takes a lot to see that side of him, but it’s worth the time and patience

also i was expecting to write funny scenarios or imagines of stoner! sukuna because he’s too high to even hold a proper conversation sometimes but all i got is him saying weird words like “snail trap” or something when you ask him how his day is

would also have that garbled little laugh when he’s so out of it

sukuna will try to be better though, you just need to be patient him

but my GOSH when he finally graduates

he’s going to hide that little smile because deep down, he’s also pretty proud of himself and how far he’s come <3

lol now this makes me want to writer a high school au lololol

in conclusion: yeah he’s the stoner with a good heart

which is so not canon...this shouldn’t even be a headcanon we know ryoumen sukuna is PURE EVIL but oh well maybe when I’m down from my sukuna high I’ll write him a lot more canonically

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