two sides of the same coin

leon kennedy hcs — ᥫ᭡

summary: a collection of leon kennedy headcanons i had procured deep in my notes app :-) can be applied to any version of leon, if i’m being honest.

warnings: nsfw mentioned in orange under the cut, ambiguous fem reader, older leon in some parts, food mentioned

a/n: recently wanted to write up some head-canons for leon as i had for past fandoms i was in, so voila :-) ngl i might make a part 2 !! i always appreciate the comments / rb’s / notes, ty i love you all :-,)

thinking about re2r ! leon who constantly provides you with a lunch before clearing off to work. he thinks its the one, amassable way he could ever amount to the love you’d shed on him — it’s a simple routine to fall into. he’d wake up around the early morning hours, gently peppering your forehead with light kisses before hesitantly peeling his body from yours. then, he’d spend most of the next few successive hours threading a delicious yet cute lunch for you. tomato soup, using cream to make a cat face on the vermillion surface? already packed away. a sandwich with cute hearts decorating the brown of the bread? he’s already prepared two. always making sure you’re well and sewed-up with your lunches for the ongoing day!

i think he’d also love his fair share of physical contact. it would begin in the early stages of dating, when he’d catch you coiled in your seat during the dilatory hours of the evening. you should have been in bed now, instead you’re effecting your incredibly important report, eyes cumbrous with sleep and your body slumped against the hard-wood bench. awkward and tense. so leon walks over, with his hands coasting your collar bones / shoulders / temple / forehead and softly palming it, effectively melting all the stagnant stress like water with a sigh. other times, he loves to cuddle you close — full-blown plastered against him like another layer of skin, limbs tangled with each-other to the point of not knowing where you start and where he ends, hands spun on your neck / thigh to gently massage the area when he feels himself maunder into a bottomless sleep with you corralled in his arms.

he acts like an old man and i will die undefeated on this hill — whenever he picks up from a particularly good nap, he always makes that deep, scratchy sound at the back of his throat, even stretches his limbs as far as they can go and then proceeds to whinge in pain from the pull of his muscles for added effect. squints when you hold up the phone to him, holds it away from his face. he also periodically sends you pictures of cute animals with some overly intent caption like “i’m feeling fabulous today and so should you :)” or something so embarrassingly cute in the most leon way because he thinks they’re the funniest thing in the world. ALSO an adamant advocate for instagram reels I JUST KNOW IT he chuckles loudly and ends up on them for hours.

re2r ! leon definitely got emotional / teared up / cried when you did anything to show him affection. for instance, you’d tell him you made him a playlist and this man ended up listening to it on repeat in bed, woke up with tears on his pillow. he’d also get overly excited when you remember some obscure detail about him that he revealed half-drunk in some bar over clamorous music. maybe he told you how he had a phase where he just listened to linkin park on repeat or how much he loves a certain brand of pasta — when you bring it up, he’s feverishly rubbing his hands against his jeans, eyes swallowed by a want he doesn’t even know is there, nattering again and again the words “wait, you caught that?” with a dopey, fresh grin on his face.

he’s pretty constant about his hair — his barber’s have basically memorised his preferred style / length whenever he visits them. he prefers to get them cut when a gruelling mission nearly cost him his life because he couldn’t reload in time, due to the strands assaulting his eyes. or maybe the summer made him realise its time to nominate a shorter cut. but he gets so psyched whenever you get your hair cut / done. whatever hairstyle / length, cut short in a pixie or a layered look or some goddess locs / knotless, he’s always in awe of you. he discerns your maintenance pattern and gets involved sometimes, maybe lathering oil on your roots when you’re too beat for it, or maybe he massages your head in that upwards, firm motion that has you out in seconds.

if the words “distance makes the heard fonder” ever applies, its to leon! it doesn’t even have to be that great a distance — once he’d worked on a particular operation (a few ways off) that required him to be away from home for merely a week and he’d returned, hunched in your doorway, eyes drooping at not having his human battery there. he always grasps you tight, in a hug so suffocating, to know you’re here, safe, in his arms. other times, after the outbreak, he would be required to be away one too many times for comfort. the d.s.o. was incredibly demanding, so he’d be all the more clingy when he returned, telling you just how much he hates this stupid job and how much he hates the feeling of not being near you. maybe sometimes, when he’s away for god knows how long, he video calls you out of fear of never seeing you again. he’d be instantly relieved by your familiar face lighting up the screen, exclaiming his name in that familiar tone. maybe sometimes, when he’s too spent, he’d feel himself falling for worse desires, palming himself through his pants at the sound of your voice if you’d tease him long enough, liquid and canorous voice emitting from his phone as he pathetically whines at your muffled praises. his eyes nearly fall out when he catches your fingers pressing firmly against your clothed heat, clit pressing against the fabric, wanton moans making it hard to stymie his release. its an unspoken, mutual agreement that the first day back is going to be a wordless detour to the bedroom.

amused when you take an interest in his weapons / holster / work place materials. although he loathes his job and would never give a green light for you to get caught up in this obstructive mess, he does enjoy the feeling of teaching you the bare basics of, for instance, self defence or maybe the correct compartments of a gun. he loves your concentration face, the way your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek or slips out in a “:P” when you’re poking around the metal build of his shot gun or feeling the rough material of his age old holster with such thought. i’m not sure where the thought came from, but if you ever mention wanting to build something (an extra shelf or a nook for clothes) leon operates in the sneakiest ways — when you’re at work, at a friend’s or simply out for long enough for him to attain the request at command. definitely does it without a manual and loves watching you exclaim in surprise when you get back, burying his nose into the crook of your neck, glad he could give you this crack of elation after everything you’ve done for him.

loves buying you gifts when he stops around a store — a plushie, that head scratcher you really reallllyy wanted, maybe even lingerie and cute costumes ;) once, you surprised him by getting a cowboy lingerie piece and this man barrelled into you and onto the bed. he’d been breathless, rubbing circles into your hips as your squirmed, not giving you the swell of pleasure you begged for — “think you can get away with this, huh? teasing me like that. come here,” and the words would die on his tongue as he shifted the skimpy under-piece and licked a long line across your throbbing heat, holding back a laugh when you’d twitch and hitter in his clutches. staying true to the word, you had asked him if you could ride him and he almost flew to the heavens, cooing “of course you can, sweetheart,” amassing the flesh of your bottom in his hands as you fervently rode him, sickly enjoying the way you whined and keened from the way he was brimming you. slotted into one another, breaths locking as one. needless to say, he definitely buys you more outfits which you always remember to accoutre yourself with to show your gratitude :)

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Random Sebastian Sallow Headcanons pt.4

HAHA another addition to the mythology HC. I think he’d really like Norse Mythology. It just came to my mind yesterday. 

He really likes runes (another reason why he likes Norse Mythology so much) and he’s taken the ancient runes class in school for a couple years. 

Honestly I don’t think he’d swear much or at all. He seems like the kind of guy to make up swear words or something like that. He probably only swears when he’s really pissed off. This doesn’t mean he won’t get close to letting one slip out though. (And Ominis is a whole different story LOL) 

If he lived in the modern muggle world, he would be FASCINATED by Motorcycles. A- They’re cool. B- They’re super fast and could definitely get him into trouble (💀) 

Also if you were to take this boy on a date to a library, he’d fall in love with you. Like without a doubt he’d probably be proposing by the end of it. 

If he chose to reside in Feldcroft after graduating school, he’d probably move Solomon’s grave. It would be too much of a painful reminder of what he did if he left it there. 

And if he didn’t reside in Feldcroft, he’d definitely not stay in one place for long. He didn’t get the opportunity to travel and explore the world after his parents died. He won’t let strings tie him down. 

Speaking of his parents, they used to take him and Anne on some of their travels. His parents wanted them to have a good and carefree childhood, letting them run around, let them fall and get up and learn so many different things. 

Too bad that all ended before it could really start. 

On a better note, him traveling as an adult is a way to make up for all of that and to carry out his parents legacy. 

I feel like if he ever salvaged any of their old work, he’d try to figure out all the things they couldn’t. Things they were stuck on and never found the answer before they passed. 

He’s really clumsy. Like he’s walking into furniture all the time, tripping over everything, and part of that is because he’ll read and walk. It embarrassed him the first few times he smacked into obvious things but now he just laughs about it. 

But if he had ever broken a bone, it would definitely be his nose. (For that reason and others lol) 

This boy will literally melt if you grab him by his tie and kiss him. Like I’m sure he’d just turn into a puddle right there.  

Honestly will melt for any physical affection, he loves it. 

To be honest, when he’s really stressed, he probably has really bad meltdowns. But he’ll be responsible about it and excuse himself from the situation. Both because he doesn’t want to be around people and he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt someone’s feelings. 

Him and Ominis probably have the funniest arguments ever. Most of the time it's just them coming up with ridiculous insults about each other and then they forget they were even fighting because they’re laughing too hard.

But then you know you’re screwed when both of them are on the same side of the argument against someone else. Those two ping off of each other like nobody’s business, nothing goes past them and they will prove you wrong. 

HAPPY DAY AFTER WEED DAY err here's how I think certain characters act when under the influence of alcohol or weed

Peppino:

Relatively good natured when drunk, can get a bit boisterous at times but never on purpose. Used to have a drinking problem after the war but now drinks a responsible amount.

Usually just. Falls asleep when he gets high. Too much stress on the poor bastard already, his body takes any chance to conk the fuck out. When he's awake he's quiet, almost in his own little world.

Gustavo:

Does stupid shit when drunk. Takes any dare and makes it ten times more dangerous. Also seems to somehow be invincible while under the influence of alcohol, none of his stunts ever go wrong. Often climbs people taller than him.

Laughs at anything while high. He would laugh at a fly spot on a wall. One time he was doubled over barely able to catch a breath because he thought a painting of a duck was the funniest shit ever. Loves to cuddle and pet brick, who takes advantage of his inebriated state to ask for lots of treats which Gustavo gives out without a second thought.

MR STIIIIIIICK:

Very happy drunk! A bit of a lightweight but once he gets a buzz he wants to be EVERYBODY'S friend. It's like his entire personality does a 180. All of a sudden he's laughing at everything and not starting arguments or trying to scam people. Perhaps drinks a bit more than someone his age should but he still manages. Loves to sing and dance even if he has a terrible voice and two left feet.

Gets incredibly heightened emotions under the influence of weed. In most cases this leads to him freaking the FUCK out and having like three panic attacks. Thinks the government put a chip in his skin and considers whether or not to pull it out. He doesnt do this every time he gets high though, when he's with people he trusts he relaxes a lot more. Doesn't talk much. Still dealing with heightened senses but in a more palatable way, a fluffy blanket is like heaven to him. like peppino, often conks out as his body desperately tries to catch up on sleep.

Pepperman:

Surprisingly lightweight for someone his size. Despite being a bigass pepper it only takes him as much as the average Joe to get drunk. Often gets experimental with his paintings, had dipped himself in paint and cannonballed naked (or as naked as he can be) onto canvases to make art with his cheek prints or some shit. Has a taste for nicer alcohol and orders gay ass drinks whenever he goes out. Turns his metaphorical nose up at regular beer.

Mellows out a lot when high. He becomes a lot less self centered and is able to talk about things other than him and his art. Doesn't smoke, only does edibles but likes making ceramic pipes and shit for his friends. Sometimes he can get emotional and go into tiny pepper mode, which is why he doesn't tend to get high alone.

Vigilante:

Can handle his alcohol relatively well. could drink most of the cast under the table any day. If he gets too drunk he begins to melt into a puddle, struggling to keep a form. Makes his own incredibly potent moonshine, which would probably kill a small dog. Loves doing karaoke while shitfaced, is actually good at it.

Literally just fucking melts while high. First time it happened, everyone thought he was dead because he wasn't making any movements or noise. No eyes no nothing. He says he enjoys himself, but noone really knows because. Well. He's a goddamn puddle. Tends to trip sit for the more anxious, has stopped Mr Stick from having a heart attack at least twice. Of course, stick never thanks him when he's sober because he's an asshole, but he has endless praises while high.

Noise:

ROWDY DRUNK. ANGRY DRUNK. BITER. keep a wide berth when out drinking with him, he'll pick a fight with whoever he thinks looks at him funny. He won't attack any of his friends though, in fact he becomes very protective. Has growled like a feral animal multiple times- though to be fair, he does that sober, too.

Like pepperman, becomes less painful while high. You can hold a conversation with him without him insulting your entire bloodline. Actually a pretty chill guy most of the time, laughs at dumb stuff. He does get very cuddly though and will wrap himself around whoever is available. Usually this is noisette, but he'll settle for anyone. One time he curled up and fell asleep in Peppermans arms.

Noisette:

Doesn't drink much, doesn't like the way alcohol tastes unless it's flavoured as something else. On the rare occasion she drinks enough to get inebriated, she's just very giggly but surprisingly quiet. Just loves to listen and laugh with her friends. Surprisingly cooks very well when drunk. Gets very red in the face.

When she's high, she also doesn't talk much. She just giggles and stims alot, likes soft things even more than usual. Gets very sleepy, which everyone thinks is adorable. She's always attached to Noise when she's high, snuggled up to him and hiding her face. She just wants love and Noise is happy to give it.

Fake Peppino:

Alcohol doesn't work on them, per se. They don't get mentally impaired but, like Vigi, fakey becomes very melty. He never seems to mind, in fact it seems to be relaxing to him to let go of his physical form. Although he can't actually get drunk, he loves to mimic the behavior of his buddies when they're shitfaced, which can lead to him doing dumb shit.

Noone can actually tell if weed has an effect on him or not. He acts similar to the way he does when given alcohol, becoming very melty, and seems very relaxed- though, nobody really knows if they're actually high or just pretending to fit in. The one key is that their sclera go BRIGHT red. Almost neon when compared to the regular bloodshot high look. Maybe they're trying to mimic that too, but it's a source of a lot of laughs for the rest of the crew.

Pizzahead:

SAD drunk. Actually, no, not really? Whenever they drink, they start crying, but nobody can place whether it's happy or sad. Very lightweight, two glasses and the tears start pouring. Nobody can figure out if they're happy or sad tears, because Pizzahead just blubbers and tries to hug people the entire time. Has the ability to simply sleep until his hangover wears off, which often leads to him just curling up wherever and snoring away until the afternoon.

Gets even more mischievous when high. Rubs their hands together and plots stupid shit. Practices his evil laugh. Instead of his usual closed eyes, when he's high they bulge RIGHT out and scare everyone because he looks like he's glaring directly at them. Has a habit of lacing the edibles with psychedelics, freaking everybody out, which is why he's banned from bringing his own material to the sesh because it'd be too difficult to just ban him outright.

Gerome:

Literally cannot get drunk. He's a rock, it's not possible. Likes the taste of beer, though, and drinks it like it's water. this has lead to people who dont know him to presume he's an alcoholic, which he laughs at. Dude just doesn't care.

Surprisingly enough, however, weed does work on him. How? Cartoon laws, idk. Gets *slightly* more talkative when high, but it's mainly just nods and mhms, unless he's with John, in which case he'll be yapping his brothers ear off. He only does it in private, though. Nobody can know how talkative he can get.

John:

Can actually get drunk, unlike his brother. it's like a party game to see if he can get even the slightest bit tipsy because he's just so massive. Could beat anyone in a drinking competition and still be sober while the other person is blackout drunk. The only time he got fully sloshed was when everyone worked together to bring him several barrels of liquor. They had to keep an eye on him for the rest of the night because he REALLY wanted to smash pizzaheads skull in. Slept for a week afterwards, everyone thought he died.

Doesn't get high often, mainly because it makes him more emotional. He doesn't enjoy talking about his experiences in the tower while sober, but when he's high it kinda just... Spills out. He doesn't know how to stop it but next thing he knows he's crying and feeling like an idiot, not matter how many people attempt to comfort him. If he's in a good mood pre-weed, though, he's usually fine, just having a good laugh with everyone else and not batting an eye when people use him as a rock climbing surface.

YAYYY hope these were readable uhhh I have never drank or smoked before because I am a good Christian boy (lie) so sorry if these aren't accurate 😢

I don't wanna stick my head into an ongoing argument especially as a non-artist but it frustrated me how quickly you got dismissed out of hand despite. Idk. Also being a content creator and artist who relies on people seeing and engaging with your work, both with Aurora and OSP

I was not expecting a full adult blogger whose posts I like and respect to publicly dunk on me for things I did not say and opinions I do not hold because my two-sentence post about something unrelated pinged the little "this is about me so I am justified to scold" sensor, and I was not expecting them to double down into condescension, and then I was further disappointed to conclude that they probably blocked me, because my two attempts at reblogging with a de-escalation and apology vanished into the tumblr error dimension and I didn't have it in me to rewrite the whole thing a third time.

Tumblr's reading comprehension is poor for sure, but I think the larger problem is how the platform is optimized for sweeping statements to be read as intensely personal. If a generalized statement crosses my dash that could be read as in some way negative or dismissive of me or an identity I hold, it's easy to feel like there's nothing in the world but me and that poster purposefully sniping at me personally. If that were the reality, maybe it would be fine for me to retaliate. But the fact is, that poster doesn't know me, the post is presumably about what it says it's about, and reading farther into it would require context it's impossible for me to know.

In this case, for instance, this person doesn't seem to know anything about me, so they don't know that I am myself an artist, that I know a little something about building an audience, and that I enjoy having a platform that enables me to draw attention to lesser-known but extremely high quality work. Instead, they saw my flippant two-post "kinda rude and entitled when this very specific rude thing happens" and decided I was an ignorant child who needed schooling because I was being rude and dismissive to the struggles of them and theirs.

I know why this happens. Tumblr, for all its size, feels intensely personal. It feels significantly worse when it actually GETS personal, like their responses were to me. Their post makes good points and I'm glad it's raising awareness for lesser-known artists and workers in need of support, but I don't enjoy being turned into a strawman and paraded for ridicule, especially by someone whose experience on this platform runs deeper than mine. Frankly, I expected them to be experienced enough to be kind.

It feels very shitty, obviously. Like many neurodivergent people - not to play that card, but, ya know - I am very, very used to being misunderstood and then bullied or ridiculed for whatever misinterpretation is funniest or sounds the snappiest for a crowd. I am prone to overexplaining to avoid this - in case this post didn't make that obvious already. Of course, overexplaining is not a healthy solution and it doesn't even work. It took me a very long time to even begin to accept that ultimately I had no control.

The conclusion I eventually came to, after years of trying to find the perfect way to comport myself so I would never, ever be hurt in this way again, is that there is no way to do that. People can always choose to read you in the most uncharitable way possible, to disregard your personhood and turn you into a posterboy for whatever crack or hot take they want to use you for. However, the flawed premise I was operating under was that, if I failed to be 100% understood, I would deserve whatever shittiness followed because I had failed to prevent it.

And I don't. Nobody does, ever. Pain is not a thing made okay by deserving. I understand why they reacted the way they did to me, but what they did was wrong. It was unnecessarily cruel and harsh and it came unprovoked. I feel bad right now because someone hurt me because they thought it was morally righteous to do so, and even if I didn't comport myself flawlessly and beyond reproach, I didn't deserve to be hurt.

So I feel shitty right now, but I managed to have a nice evening regardless and hopefully I can digest this bad mood fast enough that I stop dreading checking my notes. Thanks to the people who unprompted sent me cute pet pics.

Fic Writer 20 Questions

I was tagged by my beloved @frostbitebakery: thank you so much, my friend!!!

1.) How many works do you have on ao3

56

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

301,664 words

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

So far, the MCU, Star Wars, and Top Gun.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Call Me By Your (Pet) Name (MCU, Sambucky)

Tactical Engagements (Star Wars, Codywan)

Citation Needed (MCU, Stony)

Helps to Relieve My Mind (MCU, Sambucky)

Good Soldiers (Star Wars, Codywan)

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do, yes! Sometimes it takes me a little while to write back if things in real life are hectic, but eventually I do, because I love chatting with readers about what they noticed in a story and what I was thinking about/working on while writing.

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have never written what I would call an unhappy ending. But sometimes what we know about the canon ending can still make the ending of a fic bittersweet, and that's true of a fair number of fics I've written. I think the two fics that leave canon angst most fully on the table are my MCU ficlet A Stitch in Time, which is about what else Steve might have done while returning those stones, and my wee Star Wars piece Yes, It Feels Like That, which is a moment with Leia's grief during ANH.

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I swear: I used to write plenty of fics that were happy all the way through! That happens a lot less frequently now. But Right on Time is just about the happiest ending I could give to a post-war Codywan, and my Sambucky fic Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice is (to me) maybe the funniest fic I've written.

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

I've been very lucky with readers who are largely very generous.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I am a relative newcomer to writing smut, but I have dabbled, yes. I'm not sure what kind of smut it is. Feelings-forward, I guess?

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I think the only thing I've written that could come close to being classified as a crossover was my very first multi-chapter fic, Should You Choose to Accept It, which included characters from both the mainstream Avengers and Agents of SHIELD and mashed up the plots of Iron Man 3, CA: TWS, AOS Season One, and Mission Impossible 3.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet!

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes! The Stony identity porn/professor AU fic Citation Needed was a collaboration with the incredible @festiveferret, and it is the most fun I've had writing fic.

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

Cannot pick a favorite, but my first OTP was Mulder/Scully, and they will always have a special place in my heart.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

God what a painful question. 😅 I am a stubborn bastard, and I don't know if I've fully admitted defeat on any of my WIPs, even the ones I've neglected the most. But the WIP that's probably been waiting for my attention the longest is the sequel to my Stony fic Three Little Words; or, Five Times Steve and Tony Didn’t Actually Apologize + One Time They Did, which I cannot abandon or scrap for parts because I'm really attached to the bits that I have written, but which I haven't been able to make progress on for a long time. Bug me for snips about it if you like: I would love to be able to share what I have so far.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

A borderline aggressive amount of figurative language, narrative beats that feel layered, and I think I have a decent ear for dialogue.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm so, so, so inexpressibly slow, and I also build up increasing levels of anxiety about WIPs when I'm not getting outside perspectives about them, so I find it nearly impossible to write anything longer than 20k.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have experimented with this a little bit in the past, and I'm currently trying it again in a WIP in a language I'm not deeply familiar with, which is nerve-wracking. But I think it can be so effective when done well, and I'm excited to keep growing in that area.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Stony in the MCU: a missing-scene fic from Endgame

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

I love all my children equally, but my Codywan fic Recollection is probably the fic that felt most ambitious to me at the time that I wrote it: memory-related temporal shenanigans, surreal scene changes, some heavy psychic territory, and my very first smut scenes. I'm proud of how many new things I tried.

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Open tags for anyone who would like to play!!! This was very fun: @ me with your answers if you'd like to join. <3<3<3

As we are now in the last month of the year, it's time to do a year roundup I think? (if you are willing) Of all their channels which is just their main one and reacts I guess.

Best Sam and Colby video of the year?

Worst Sam and Colby video of the year?

Saddest/most emotional Sam and Colby video of the year?

Happiest Sam and Colby video of the year?

Funniest Sam and Colby video of the year?

And what do we all hope for, with the upcoming year? (Like what do you want to see more or less of?)

(I sent this to a couple SnC blogs cos I'm super interested to see what peoples answers are)

I LOVE this idea, anon, and am excited to see what the other blogs who answer this come up with!

Edited to add: I just realized that I completely forgot the react channel was a thing and didn't take any of that into account here, lmao sorry about that!

Best Sam and Colby video of the year:

From a statistical analytic standpoint, the best video they did this year in terms of hype, viewership, engagement, etc. was by far episode one of their Conjuring video. That video sold out movie theaters, got mainstream interest (good and bad), trended on youtube for days, and will honestly probably be the thing that wins them a Streamy next year...maybe even a Kids/Teen/People's Choice? Who knows!

But, as far as what I, personally, resident grandma of snc tumblr thought was the best? I have to give it to Chillingham, with Hell Fire Caves following closely behind. I loved everything about Chillingham - the guests were perfect, snc's vibes were great, the place was spooky, they had fun but not the kind of fun that debunkers will cancel them for lol...it was just peak, perfect snc. Hell Fire runs a close second for the same reasons, and honestly would've gotten first except for the fact that I preferred the Chillingham tour guide over the HF Cave tour guide (no offense, if you're out there somewhere, but the Chillingham guide was awesome).

Worst Sam and Colby video of the year:

Again, purely from a statistical standpoint, the Whaley House video in January seems to have performed the worst - and honestly, for good reason. It was boring, and Lexi was clearly not into doing this type of content. She seems like a lovely person, no knock on her, but when someone just does not want to be there, it does not translate well.

Also, it's important to note that this video was filmed 4 days before Colby was diagnosed with cancer, and tbh? I think the bad physical health vibes came through in this as well. He was in pain and not really in the mood to be doing this stuff, and no matter how good you are at putting on a brave face for the camera, things like that will seep through and affect the vibe.

Now, is that my least favorite, or the one I think was the worst? No. It was close, but I honestly didn't even watch all the way through of the one with Celina and Kris in the mansion, cause I found it so annoying (yes, I find them profoundly annoying at times; do not come screaming into my ask box about it) so by default, that one wins my "worst of" for the year.

Saddest/most emotional Sam and Colby video of the year:

Statistically speaking, I feel like the Conjuring Epsiode One has this one in the bag.

But, I think we all know the cancer vid was truly, deeply emotional for a lot of reasons. What they both (primarily Colby) went through with that journey over a period of six months and the way he told his story was just...emotional. Happy emotional, sad emotional, scared emotional...all the feels. And it ends in a feel good way, so that's fantastic!

Happiest Sam and Colby video of the year:

This one was hard, because honestly, I think all of their videos have an element of happiness to them, simply because these two just love being together and filming together with their friends.

That being said, I'm going to think outside the box here and say any of the podcasts they appeared on this year. That's where their giggly, happy personalities really shine through.

Funniest Sam and Colby video of the year:

Believe it or not, I found the video with Tommy and Jack to be hilarious (for probably the wrong reasons, but hilarious nonetheless). Tommy and Jack were the irreverant, disrespectful young teen jokesters and snc were the horrified, shocked and out of touch old people trying to parent these children the entire time. That made my old ass laugh a lot.

And what do we all hope for, with the upcoming year? (Like what do you want to see more or less of?):

Above all else, all I want for both of them in 2024 is good physical and mental health. They've had a roller coaster this year (especially Colby on the health front) and even though they claim to enjoy the roller coaster ride, I think it'll do them well to have one year filled with peace and maybe just a nice, leisurely ride on the lazy river instead, or something.

Video wise? I think I've said all this last year and none of it came true lol, but a girl can dream. All I want are 3 simple things:

Less streamers

More snc solo investigations

Can Colby please start leaning a little more into his intuition and "empathic" energy? Please?

Oh and a bonus #4 that I know @golbrocklovely will back me up on: please god do a whole series in Pennsylvania. We could give them a million +1 ideas of cool places to go to in PA if they would just...show up, lol.

wanting to know ur thoughts on jason todd. just in general as a whole what r ur thoughts on the dude

i think he can be interesting but i'm more interested in new earth (1986-2011, going from Crisis on Infinite Earths (COIE) to new 52) Jason than post new 52 jason, and i think fandom tends to water him down and make him boring.

breaking this into 2 categories:

As Robin, i think he has the best/funniest intro to batman (whacking him in the stomach with a tire iron and running away). Damian's is the second best. But he didn't actually hit batman with his sword, whereas Jason committed to hitting him with a tire iron. sorry Damian

I think his relationship with Bruce is pretty solid in the post COIE continuity. we see that he is allowed to make mistakes and grow. he does genuinely want to kill Two Face IIRC but he decides not to.

This part I don't know if was intentional b/c I don't know the exact publishing dates of the comics, but we do see him going from feeling miffed about having to stay behind and give medical care and classifying it as unimportant (link) to volunteering to do that same thing in TT (link)

I think it's also important to his character that when he dies, he's trying to save his bio mom who had just betrayed him.

which.............. segue into as red hood...

Kind of makes sense that he's so bitter and anti-second-chances when he's red hood (link). that doesn't mean that he's RIGHT. it just means that I can see how it would affect him.

He's generally defined by looking for an easy black and white solution to a problem. i think that can be seen pretty well in countdown to final crisis (link)

Fandom can over-exagerate his "soft" traits but a big point of him being red hood is that he works against what he used to stand for and he is lashing out in pain, and you know, does things that most people would agree are morally wrong (such as poisoning people in prison w/ 0 way to control who was poisoned - even if you adhere to 'well some crimes mean you should be killed' (even if ur safely not hurting people in prison IG) jason has no way of knowing if the people he's poisoning actually committed a crime he's decided is worthy of his death penalty).

idk if this answers your questions :P

update - tw in tags please read

I’ve been meaning to make a life/health/disability update the last week or so but those things don’t really matter to me right now. My cat Isis, my soulmate if ever there was one, died in my arms on Thursday morning at 10:32 AM. It happened after I heard a long, mournful yell/groan from her at 10:25 AM. She was fine before, then dead in my arms in seven minutes. 11 years and 1 month old. No warning, no lead up. To say I am devastated is an understatement. I genuinely don’t know how to live without my soulmate. She took half of me with her and my half, well... it’s circling the drain and has been for years. It’s why I’ve always said my cats and my mom are the only reasons I don’t unalive myself. My relationship with my mom is ruined and she won’t do family therapy, and my soulmate is gone. I love all of my pets the same, give them the same love, but there is the once in a lifetime or very rare animal in a long line of them who is just different and that was Isis. Tomorrow will be my third morning waking up and not seeing her come to greet me. She did that on the day she passed but I hung out in bed too long so she went to the bedroom. 10-12 minutes later and as I was getting up, I heard her cry. After attempting CPR, I knew the second she died and the ER vet’s front desk told me sometimes they choose when to go as I wailed with agony. She didn’t fucking choose this. She’d choose to be home if she could. Warm and loved. Not fucking that. I held her in my arms for 40 minutes. Then I held her on her favorite blanket on my lap for almost two hours. We wrapped her in another favorite blanket when we took her to the vet. We spoke with her vet, who is quite familiar with her, and he said it was likely a blood clot or sudden heart issue from what I described. Nothing to be done and no way I could have saved her. She felt pain and fear, but for a brief time she was aware that I was with her and I hope she was comforted by my presence in some way. I’m getting her cremains and a paw print back and one day I’d like to commission art of her. Right now, all I can think about is that I had not yet fully healed from the LP over a year ago so I could sit on the couch and she would lay on my chest and purr for an hour before falling asleep. What healing she’s given me for 10 years. Through some of the lowest points of my life, she has kept me going. I adopted her on May 5th, 2013. I lost her on May 18th, 2023. She was 11 going on kitten. Life is cruel and unfair. I wouldn’t wish going through those seven minutes of agony on anyone and I would turn back the clock to save her from the pain and fear, as she felt them both acutely. Life is so terrible to such innocent beings who have unconditional and insane amounts of love to give, as Isis did to anyone and everyone she knew longer than a day. Everyone always told me how sweet she was. They were always so shocked at how loud her purr was, the very reason I adopted her. I cannot believe I am never going to hear it or feel it again. I don’t want to believe it. She did everything with me and my morning routines are excruciating right now because she isn’t there. She went on most bathroom trips with me, we chatted up a storm every day, she laid in her designated second computer chair at my side, always always always laid at my side on the recliner or couch, and purred purred purred. Isis was the funniest, sweetest, most talkative, comforting, attention-hogging, purring machine. She was orange and proud of it. An instigating little shit and also proud of it. She is with me and I am with her, I hope. I’m still coming down from the shock of what happened but I don’t think this heavy grief will go away for a long time. The apartment has gotten too quiet and I’m lonelier than ever. Lilly is my lovebug and honey bun and she is looking for Isis all the time. Not because they were friends, but Isis did not let her have a moment’s peace! lol But watching her look for her is still incredibly painful. She was fully aware something was happening to Isis, as I had to push her away twice during those seven minutes, but not the concept of death certainly. Still, it’s only been 2.5 days and Lilly is becoming more anxious and restless. She spent today out in the living room with me. Almost all day. She is queen of the Queen Bed Kingdom and the bedroom is her territory (she and Isis had many words about it), so it was really unusual. Isis never really let her put her guard down out here and I hope she starts to. She will stop looking for Isis much sooner than I will. I see her everywhere. I feel her against my leg. I hear her. I feel the touch of her soft fur, of her headbutts, her cold nose as she always tries to lick my chin and cheeks and forehead and nose. I feel as if I could simply say Isis and she’d brrp and be here again. I don’t want to adopt another cat. I want to hang on for Lilly if I can. I want Isis with me again, even if it’s only her name on an urn and the fleeting touch of her paw in clay. But how I long to go back and experience adopting her and having her for another decade at my side. Maybe she’ll stop by my dreams and they’ll be kind ones instead. ☀️

15 questions

ahh thank you so much for tagging me @readingbythestreetlights 💖💖

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?: my middle name yeah, after captain kirk. it was my own choice and i stand by it

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: when i saw this! i'm such a baby for real, i cry a lot

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?: no i do not

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?: i have never played a single sport willingly, and now i have that sweet sweet chronic pain so i'm simply not built for sports

DO YOU USE SARCASM?: literally all the time but i don't know how well it comes across

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?: i dunno, probably how tall they are compared to me? gotta register that so i know exactly where to look to avoid looking at faces and making eye contact

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?: dark brown, like a cow

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: both? i love scary movies and i don't generally want them to end happy, but i also love stories getting the happy endings they deserve. i really don't think i prefer one over the other generally, just depends on the day

ANY TALENTS?: i wouldn't say so? being the funniest person alive to two (2) of my besties is the closest i've got

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: derbyshire, england babey

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?: beading, reading (mostly sci-fi), drawing (fuckin furries), watching hockey, f1, motogp, and other various motorsports

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: i have 3 cats, mia (the mama), swag (she's actually called magneto but nobody ever calls her that), and bucky (typical orange dumbass), and a dog, peggy (newfoundland/german shepherd mix)

HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 4'11", usually puts me at tit height on most people

FAVOURITE SUBJECT AT SCHOOL?: i enjoyed gcse maths specifically, quadratic formula my beloved~

DREAM JOB?: i'm not sure i have one? unrealistically i wanna count and organise small objects and get paid for it (if you know a job like that where i don't have to interact with people hit me up)

tagging @n-ico-ando @colors-of-feeling @superion-artworks @estiebestieban @sunshinesebby @protocolseben @sauber-sharl @skitskatdacat63 @river-ocean no pressure of course 💖💖

How would you write Anisui? Would you write him out of the storyline or reduce his role?

nah, i hate him but i dont

i think part of my more strong hate for him came from his twitter fans who made me annoyed with him, but when i actually went back to watch through Stone Ocean i was just kinda like, lol this guy sucks

so truly i range from he's funny and shitty to kinda boring, i dont think his role in stone ocean is BAD i just think he's a bit of a pain and i dont like the way him and jolynes relationship (?) is done b ecause im like? it both feels like were not supposes to take it seriously, but also we should? Because anasui's feelings feel like a joke and jolyne doesnt feel like she cares he exist for the most part, but at the very end it feels like we were supposes? to take it somewhat seriously? when it felts like jolyne had more romantic plot with ermes and foof literally lol. Like yeah i can see them getting married t the end of Stone Ocean if they survived, and having the stupidest funniest marriage that sucks so hard they would get divorced and remarried speedrun style, i just dont think either of them TRULY would like each other if they got to spend more than a day or two together and spoke more than a few sentences

none the less, his role is fine, i think stone ocean is actually really solid writing and i dont have much to say in the way of feeling much needs to be changed beside, ykno like unsavory things ofc

BUT I WILL SAY

i dont think it NEEDS it

but anasui as a Pucci minion somewhat similar to Foo Fighters would have been very VERY fun imo

Him takin the 'honey pot' angle at Jolyne and not just going in guns blazing at her, trying to befriend her and get her to trust him before he can take her out. Knowing how to manipulated Foo and get them to do what he wants to make his plans work out under the idea that he doing all this to 'help' jolyne. Anasui outburst coming from the fact he IS trying to be friends with her to kill her for Pucci, and getting frustrated she wont give him the time of day.

Anasui getting found out, getting the shit beaten out of him and assimilated into the jolyne party similar to foo fighters, but anasui behaves more like his real shitty self which isnt him trying to be cruel anymore he's just kind of a bitch but he's honest about how he feels and who he is and he actually has formed a genuine respect for jolyne. Also him and Foof coming from a similar place of being manipulated and used by Pucci and maybe forming a weird freineamie bond over it...

i just think Pucci Minion Anasui could be very fun is all, thats all lol

I rant about season 1 of Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear

First of all, the pacing. Season one was trying very hard to reach the Kraken within 12 episodes. Because of this, they had to shave off a lot, losing the lazy pacing of the original Light Novel in the process. An example of this is how they covered the entirety of volume 1 in TWO EPISODES.

They also scrubbed out most of the darker elements of the story. While this made the show more family friendly, I think the show lost a lot of it's grounding because of it. It helps to know that the world Yuna now lives in kinda sucks, and the entire reason the story is light and fluffy is because Yuna is around to make it that way.

Opening the season on the black viper was a huge misstep. On paper it's a good idea as the black viper arc is a pretty good isolated introduction on who Yuna is and what her abilities are. However, it gave the audience the impression that this would be an action packed adventure story, and when people watched on to discover that it's mostly a slice-of-life, it made a good chunk of viewers walk away feeling bored out of their minds. Those same viewers especially hated Season 2 because it more accurately portrayed the lazy pacing of the LN.

And let's not get too far into the BAFFLING decision to make it look like her entire adventure in another world is a VR game she's playing through. There are still people in the audience that think Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear is a Sword Art Online situation well into season 2.

Despite them being in such a hurry, it still found time to bring in an anime original story about Fina and Shuri trying to get their parents to stop fighting. While it was cute and gave us insights on Tirumina and Gents' party that we don't even get to see much of in the original, I would have preferred if they instead adapted the story of Yuna helping the whole family move. The part in the LN where the whole family stays at Yuna's house for a night instead of just Fina and Shuri was Yuna's first taste of what it's like to have a family, and it PAINS me that that anime didn't decide to jump on the opportunity for feels there.

Since we're diving into very specific examples, Yuna saving Misa was reduced to a single shot of Yuna killing an orc. It very confusing for the audience as it made you get a vague sense something happened without showing it. It's a huge shame because the battle against the orcs was an awesome and particularly brutal moment in the LN and Manga, and I would have loved to have seen it it animated.

Speaking of things I would of wished were animated, just the entirety of Yuna saving Morin and Karin at their bakery. They reduced an action scene to exposition. In the LNs, it made more sense for them to humor the bear girl's job proposal as she just risked her life to save them from thugs. In the anime, they just blindly went along with it because, and I quote: "she has good taste in food." Seriously, if someone offered you money to move to another town, wouldn't you immediately think that's fishy? At least in the LN, they had a reason to think she was a good person.

Oh yeah, and the following scene with corrupt merchant. GOD, one of the funniest scenes in the series left on the cutting room floor. A crime, a crime happened there.

Speaking of humor, the anime decided to replace jokes and gags in the original LN with their own humor. They inserted an oddly timed "rabbit season" joke into the the goblin king arc for example.

The 10,000 monsters incident in the anime was kinda a joke in its own right. In the LN and the manga, we see Yuna taking a break partway through, taking a nap at the end of it. Even for her, that many monsters is a lot... in the anime though, Yuna takes them all down without taking a sweat, and the monster horde is super ridiculous. At one point, the mage had two goblin kings as personal bodyguards. (SERIOUSLY!)

Particularly pissed at the wyverns being awake in the anime. When Yuna eventually gets to fight awake wyverns in the LNs, she struggles taking them down. And yeah, eventually Yuna gets skilled enough to take down the beasts in droves, but that's like MUCH farther into the story. Because of how they handled the 10,000 monsters incident, there's just, no gradual power scaling anymore in the anime. There are no stakes in the slightest. It makes it EXTRA weird that Yuna faints fighting the Kraken.

I'm not a fan on how the anime handled Cliff's character. In the LNs, he's always face palming at Yuna's ridiculous antics and giving her sassy remarks. None of that carried over to the anime and he lost a lot of personality because of it.

Their introduction of Atola was a travesty. They turn her into a laughing idiot. You can argue that she redeems herself when she took down the Merchant Guild master, but it was still the weirdest goddamn way to introduce the character.

Sigh, I'm nitpicking at this point, let me dial back a bit.

There are a few things I liked about season 1.

I liked how they handled Yuna healing Tirumina. While it undercut's her intelligence a bit, it made it a lot more tense that Yuna didn't immediately figure out how to cure her illness, and anyone who hasn't read the books would be left wondering if Yuna can even save her for a few minutes there before she figured out what she was doing wrong. There was some good drama there, I was impressed how they did that.

While I'm upset how they handled Morin and Karin's arc, I do personally love how they ended it. In the LNs, Morin and Karin get the deed to their shop at the capitol before they left for Crimonia, and the deed was handed to them directly. In the anime, the deed arrives after their first day opening the shop, and the deed is handed to Yuna.

WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT, Yuna hands the deed to Morin and Karin and tells them they can go back home. When they ask about the shop, she says "It'll hurt us, but that's our problem." It's a great moment, and it's totally something Yuna would do. I also love how Morin and Karin's decision allowed the bear girl to contemplate on what she has now. It was very good!

If we had more moments like that, I would be more forgiving of season one, but I don't think the pros outweigh to cons here. Season 1 is deeply flawed, and while Season 2 isn't perfect by a long shot, it more carefully captured the tone and story of the originals better.

This turned into a much longer rant than I thought xD sorry for any typos, I'm tired as all hell.

Good Omens 2 Spoilers

This is all me being absolutely normal about it.

I need everyone to know that I don't speak English, I just went through all this through the translator and I don't have the strength in me to correct it. It's three o'clock in the bloody morning and I barely finished the last chapter I wrote this.

The second season of Good Omens ripped me apart from the inside out. I saw absolutely nothing before the premiere, neither the trailer nor any post about it, I didn't even stop for the theories (well, I did a little) and the fanarts.

And my God.

I'm fucking crying and I don't know if it's the good way or the bad way.

Aziraphael and Crowley if they knew each other before they fell 😭😭, they were friends who hung out. Aziraphael apparently misses those times a lot. Crowley is so cute in this, like, I legitimately feel like I could sit down with him and have a lively conversation that doesn't involve alcohol or dolphins.

(Also, the scene where Crowley covers Aziraphael with his wing from the meteor shower (what were those things???) made me squeal with the same energy as a little girl when her parents tell her to buy her favorite ice cream).

Aziraphael is apparently a landlord??? like, wtf (And Crowley lives in his fucking car with two (2) boxes of plants, lol). I really liked Maggie and Nina, although I feel sorry for Nina and the whole thing with her (ex)partner (although it's also pretty obvious that the chick was kind of intense).

Crowley going back to the bookstore after his fight with Zira (and his run-in with Beelzebub) to protect him is very 😭💚💚. Crowley has actually been helping him since time immemorial (and wouldn't it be a happier world if he could continue to do so?).

The whole street probably thinks Mr. Fell has weird fetishes, just imagine the rumours.

It's fun to think about how Miguel got a desk based on Gabriel saying he had one.

Crowley suffers directly for lending his precious car to Zira, and he still does it because he loves it. (Also, Muriel is just too adorable in all of this, dammit, I want to give her hot chocolate and a pat on the head for her good work 🤧).

How come Gabriel and Beelzebub developed their bloody romance before the beings that were rightfully "running around" for six thousand years????? It's the funniest and most pathetic (for my ineffable (😭😭😭) husbans) I've ever seen. It is also sweetness that rots teeth).

Crowley's angel costume is fucking hilarious.

After the whole climax is resolved (I'm not commenting on it too much, I'm still processing it) Crowley finally gets up the nerve to tell Aziraphael his feelings (with a lot of help) but is interrupted by Zira, who (dramatically a bit) told Crowley that he could return him to when they were both happy together, like angels, in heaven, which shows us that even though Crowley is Crowley, he prefers the No-fallen-angel-Crowley in order to fulfill his perfect fantasy. And yet, after that, Crowley confesses to Aziraphael, offering to stay together, just the two of them, on his own side. Azira can't accept that, and Crowley can't accept Azira's offer, and after a kiss (which felt like a stab to my heart) they went their separate ways.

AND END

I'M YELLING TOO MUCH

I don't know how to feel about it; my expectations for their relationship was that they would hold hands, not that.

The ending is so perfect and yet so fucking painful 😭.

I need a 3rd damn season (or not, I really (very painfully) liked the ending it had, though the whole second coming thing in the finale has me 👀 if you know what I mean).

Pairing: Lenore Vandernacht x Ada [???] Info: Really, this is just me ranting about how I think their relationship would go, they're cute. Note that none of these headcanons take place in nevermore academy of course, think of the setting just being a Modern Au, since their circumstances would not allow and actual relationship form. Might be OOC, please bear with me I'm trying. Author's Note: PLEASE HEAR ME OUT, PLEASE. I'M BEGGING YOU. I just, really love their dynamic and I am a strong believer in Lenore being shipped with every woman in this webcomic. Annabel is of course, the main pairing with Lenore but my multishipper heart refuses to let Lenore have only one woman so I wrote this.

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୨♡୧ Their Relationship. ୨♡୧

[Part 1]

· Before Dating

I feel like Ada would be the one that would start to develop feelings rather quickly. By this I mean Ada having a bisexual awakening every time she sees Lenore take of her Jacket, let's not even talk about shirts. I would start off one-sided of course, since their relationship is incredibly complicated, acting as if their enemies half the time and then making out the other half.

They give off huge roommates vibes. I don't know what it is but they seem like the types to be extremally gay roommates that fight all the time. I can see the two watching TV together, cuddling I might add, and Lenore just judging Ada over her shoulder while she raves on and on about this new random guy she talks too. Lenore would gag at every man Ada shows her too because dear god does she have bad tastes in men.

I also feel like Ada would be the type to not let Lenore have any personal space. ANY. They sleep together, hug, kiss even, and Ada would cling onto Lenore for dear life when she's in the general vicinity. Lenore is the equivalent of a plushie really, a comfort roommate if you will that Ada holds onto, especially when it comes to getting rejected by men. Lenore deals with her sobbing all night long.

The funniest thing about it all is, Lenore does not care at all. She cares about her feelings and whatnot but she doesn't mind being clung to at this point because she's used to it.

Skit:

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Ada burst into the kitchen, tears streaming down her face. She clung desperately to Lenore's waist, seeking solace in her presence.

"Oh, Lenore!" Ada wailed, her voice filled with anguish. "He rejected me! I'm utterly devastated!"

Lenore rolled her eyes and continued cooking, her movements measured and precise. She turned down the heat on the stove and calmly addressed her distraught roommate for the 15th time this week.

"Oh I'm so sorry to hear that, Ada," Lenore said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "But please, let go of me. I need to finish cooking." Ada's sobs only grew louder, and she clung tighter to Lenore's waist, burying her tear-stained face in her friend's shoulder.

"Lenore, you don't understand!" Ada exclaimed, her voice filled with despair. "This pain is unbearable! My life is over! He was the one Lenore!"

"That's what you said about the other 15 guys that have rejected you this week but say what you must I suppose…" Lenore simply continued to work on the meal for the two of them, though of course Ada being dragged along with her with every step she took making things more difficult.

"Stop being so cruel Lenore! I might never recover from this!" At that Lenore looked down at her and in response Ada gave her the most sad expression imaginable. Lenore was weak, she had to be for falling for this same act, again.

"Alright, Ada," Lenore relented, her voice tinged with resignation. "Let's take a break from cooking and find something to distract ourselves. How about we watch some TV together?"

Ada's face lit up, her tears momentarily forgotten. She released her grip on Lenore and jumped onto the couch, waiting for her.

"Oh, Lenore, you're the best!" Ada exclaimed. "Wait we still have some of the-" Lenore cut her off calmly, pulling the ice-cream she was about to ask about out of the freezer. "Ice cream that you like? Yes, I just bought some more when you said you would be asking a dude out."

Ada pouted, grateful her friend though about her but was upset that she knew the guy was going to reject her.

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· Confessions

Ada would be the one to confess in my humble opinion. I think it would be cute to see Ada be the one to start their relationship off since it kind of fits her personality and relationship with Lenore. Though considering Lenore's personality she has every capability to start off their relationship as well. Though I think the two, due to their dynamic, would be very nervous to make things official regardless of already doing things a normal couple would do.

Sometimes it's hard for people with such a close relationship to start to realize that the feelings for eachother goes past a platonic point. Especially one that involves absolutely no shame from one of them, namely Ada. I mean you know this girl just gets undressed in front of Lenore without even getting slightly embarrassed. She canonly did it in the webcomic for crying out loud.

As far as confessions go, Ada would not do a simple one in their apartment by any means. It has to be the perfect romantic setting. Everything counts, the positions of the sun/moon, the romantic candles on the ground, the music, you name it and it has to be perfect. I say this due to how on point she had to be when it came to her mirror destiny with Prospero.

Call me delulu but I actully fangirl over the fact that Lenore would not only be flatter by such attention to detail but she would actully love the overdramatic scene Ada put together simply for Lenore to start dating her. Don't even get me started on the fact that I think instead of flowers due to Lenore's distaste for them Ada would get her blank music sheets and fancy pens since Lenore enjoys writing music.

Also, I feel like Ada would make her language sound unnecessarily fancy to get Lenore to take her seriously during the confession, even if she clearly sounds strained and as if she can barely pronounce the words.

Skit:

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In the enchanting glow of the moonlight, Ada meticulously arranged an array of flickering candles on a beautifully decorated table in the park where the two were set to meetup. The delicate fragrance of jasmine wafted through the air, setting the stage for the grandest confession she had ever orchestrated. Her heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nervousness as she awaited the arrival of her dear "friend", Lenore. Worst thing that could happen would be them never talking again and her having to move out, no big deal.

Lenore was well aware of Ada's penchant for theatrical displays and dramatic flair. The two had been friends for years, and Ada's over-the-top nature had always brought an extra touch of sparkle to their lives. So when Ada had insisted on an evening rendezvous under the moon, Lenore could hardly resist the curiosity that danced in her eyes.

As the last candle found its place, Ada stood back to survey her masterpiece. Strings of twinkling lights had been carefully draped across the surrounding trees, creating a celestial canopy overhead. Soft music played in the background, adding an ethereal ambiance to the scene. On the table, lavish gifts were meticulously arranged, wrapped in opulent paper with intricate bows adorning their tops. There are many types of music-related, specifically piano, gifts she had in store and she was excited…perhaps she overdid things.

Just as the clock chimed the appointed hour, Lenore arrived, her eyes widening in wonderment at the sight that unfolded before her. She approached Ada, squinting slightly at what the other woman was wearing, suddenly feeling underdressed in the rather simple outfit she had on.

"I wasn't aware there was a dress code Ada.."

Ada flushed but pushed her nervousness aside, pulling Lenore into the circle of candles so the scene she planned out went the way she wanted. Ada ignored Lenore's previous comment and spoke confidently.

"Lenore, my dearest friend," Ada exclaimed, her voice dripping with excitement, clearly prenticed before hand. "Tonight, I shall confess a secret that has been weighing heavily on my heart, burdened by the chains of unspoken affection!"

Lenore's laughter erupted like musical notes in the night air. She stepped forward and playfully clasped her hands together. "Oh my Ada, what dramatic revelation have you prepared for me this time? Pray, do tell."

Ada pretended to be deeply hurt, placing a hand over her heart and feigning a gasp. "Lenore, how can you jest when I am baring my soul to you? But very well, I shall proceed."

She motioned for Lenore to get closer, noticing she was wandering subconsciously a little to far way from the circle of candles. Taking a deep breath, Ada began her confession in a voice laced with theatricality, trying to remember the lines she had practiced with each pause she took. "Lenore, my soul dances in your presence, for you have bewitched me with your laughter, your kindness, and the way you make every day brighter. From the moment we met, I knew that a friendship as extraordinary as ours would bloom into something truly remarkable!"

Lenore's laughter only got more consistent, mostly under her breath this time, trying her best to be respectful. The words were cheesy, but they were sweet, and is made Lenore flustered.

"So in closing Lenore, my dear, this token symbolizes the depth of my affection for you, and I wish for us to continue onward in a newly established, passionate, relationship! " Ada declared, her voice filled with a mix of genuine emotion and exaggerated flair as she handed her one of the many gifts she had prepared. Her nervousness starting to show as Lenore stood silent for a moment as she looked at the raven plushie given to her.

"That…was amazing Ada. I herby, as a single maiden accept your courtship.~" Lenore, though being genuine burst out laughing. Making Ada's act of confidence shatter and get embarrassed.

"H-Hey don't play around during a time like this! I am confessing my undying love for you, be serious when giving me your answer."

"Wait a moment! I am being serious I would love to date you, I was just returning the energy.~" Lenore was out of breath from her laughter, her words being laced with giggles as she spoke.

"So you're saying yes."

"Mhm, yes Ada, I want to date you."

"….Why"

"Oh my gosh Ada will you please just kiss me before you make this any more complicated."

Messy Crumbs

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Length: 2,238 words | 2 Chapters

Ratings/Warnings: T for Teen, its SnK

Relationships: Armin Arlert/Annie Leonhart

Summary:

He had dreamed, wished, maybe even fantasized this moment for years. But Armin had never expected to see Annie, moving, breathing, living, real under these circumstances.

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A novelization of Annie stuffing her face with pie, looking like a squirrel when she meets the man who has fallen in love with her. Armin finds out what Annie experienced in the crystal. 

Chapter 1

At some point, he had begun to see Annie as beautiful, Armin realized with a guilty pang. She had always been attractive in an understated, effortless way back in training. Her sharp roman nose framing the rest of her face. Two blue eyes that often held a sullen mask, but brimming with something more underneath. A puzzle he had wanted to solve.

Armin had solved the puzzle, and now they were here. Annie frozen in time and place, suspended almost ethereally in an impenetrable crystal, and himself sitting on the cold basement floor. The only place he could freely speak, after Eren had become sullen and distant and Mikasa had followed him. Through the years, Annie had gone from an enigma, a prisoner, to a girl who had been forced to do terrible things, and then, finally, a confidant, all without moving a single inch. 

Bertholdt’s memories had told Armin many things about the girl trapped in the crystal, but most importantly, they had told him that Annie was someone who deserved to be protected after all she had been through. There were many things Armin had told the crystal, but that sentiment, he left unsaid. He wanted to tell her that when he saw her breathing, alive, and real, when he finally saw her eyes again, filled with so much pain and care hidden under a stoney mask. But Annie remained in the crystal because of you a voice reminded him, and he never got the chance. 

Sometimes he would try to place his hand on the crystal, in a vain attempt to touch what lay below, to remind himself that she was real. But the cold, inhuman, hard crystal was the only feeling he got.

When Eren broke all the hardening, it took only seconds for Armin to realize the implications. Annie might be released. But there was too much going on, with schemes, coups, new alliances, and the world ending around him, and he didn’t have the chance to visit that basement again. 

When he finally got a chance to just sit down and rest for a moment, with Connie, Falco, and Gabi, he finally spoke the words at the top of his mind. 

“I think Annie is free from her crystal.” A pause, as the group processed his words.

“You mean, Miss Leonhart? The Female Titan?” Falco piped up. Armin nodded to that.

“Are you sure about that, Armin?” Connie asked. Armin didn’t miss the way his jaw tightened.

Armin decided to ignore that for now, answering the question directly, “Yeah. If all hardening is undone, then Annie should also be–”

A loud cough interrupted him, from right beside him. Everyone turned to face the source – why would anyone be sitting so close to them? And they found 

“Annie!?” Armin’s thoughts stopped, thrown for a loop at seeing her in a totally new context. Blue eyes wide open with trepidation and a hint of embarrassment, crumbs all over her face, cheeks puffed out like a squirrel. Half-eaten pie slice in her hand, head covered by a cloak. If he hadn’t spent so much time studying her, there was no way he could have recognized her; the sight was so foreign to who he knew as Annie. She paused, before chewing furiously and swallowing. 

Connie’s began guffawing loudly. He stood up, pointing at Annie as if she was the funniest thing he had seen in his life. “Look at that! Annie’s stuffing her face with pie.” He seemed to double over, unable to stop.

As Annie seemed to shrink into herself, Armin decided to step in, shifting his body to put himself in between Annie and Connie. “Cut it out, Connie, that’s enough.”

But Connie simply ignored him. “She had half of that slice in her mouth!”

“She hasn’t had a bite to eat for four years.” Armin defended. Seeing that Connie was beyond reproach, he turned back to look at Annie, who had gone back to inhaling her pie. Guilt festered in his stomach. She really did look absolutely ravenous. How much had she experienced in the crystal? His guilt was salved, by the way his heart sung, finally able to watch Annie in motion, breathing, and living. Even in her disheveled state, Armin couldn’t stop himself from admiring her. Eyes finally visible, filled with hidden layers, darting around, pale blonde hair that sometimes covered her eyes, cheeks a bit puffy but still showing her defined cheekbones. 

Beautiful

Annie turned to look at him, curiosity in her gaze, and Armin looked away, face flushing. 

As always, their small moment of peace ended too soon, and then they were back into the fray of things, rescuing Jean, Onyankopon, and Yelena. On their way to link up with Reiner, Annie shifted out of the horse drawn cart, and took a seat next to Armin, leaving a respectful space between him. Armin tried to not tense up, embarrassment rising from being caught staring earlier. Armin rolled words in his head, trying to figure out what to say. 

Annie saved him the effort and spoke up. “I heard Connie tried to feed one of the Warrior kids to a wild titan.” Armin tensed – their alliance was already too fragile without grievances being aired.

“Yeah, he was trying to save his mother,” Armin explained. Annie looked at him questioningly. “His mom got turned into a Pure Titan four years ago. She’s been stuck in Connie’s hometown ever since.”

“What changed his mind?” Annie asked, gesturing to Connie in the other carriage. “An enemy’s life for a family member’s isn’t exactly a hard decision.” 

“I convinced him.” Armin was trying to be intentionally vague. He wouldn’t have regretted giving up his life to save Falco’s, but he didn’t want others to realize how lacking he had been to inherit the Colossal.” 

“How?” Annie seemed curious about the details. 

Armin didn’t respond, and a silence fell over the cart. A voice from the back of the cart, Falco’s, spoke up, full of admiration. “Mister Armin saved me! He jumped into the Titan’s mouth, and Mister Connie released me to save him.” Armin cringed and fought the urge to rub the back of his neck. Falco had made it sound so heroic.

He turned to face Annie. She looked utterly unimpressed. “Did you turn stupid?”

“Huh? Uh?” Armin stuttered. Out of all the responses, he had not expected that. “It was the only way to keep Falco alive.”

“And give the power of the Colossal to someone random? Your plan was to just hope that Connie would save you, or just die?” Annie was vicious in her criticism. 

“Even if Connie didn’t save me,” Armin paused. “Connie’s mom would be saved and Falco would be alive. And I couldn’t let Gabi watch Falco get eaten. That’s a worthwhile trade.”

“No, it wouldn’t be.” Annie’s eyes seemed to flash in warning. “We need you and your planning to stop the rumbling.” Annie looked like she wanted to say more, but Armin looked away, not wanting to give his feelings away. 

She softened, and asked, now in a low tone to prevent any eavesdroppers, “How are you holding up?” He blinked, surprised at the turn in the conversation, and found Annie glancing over at him, with a bit of concern underneath her stoic mask. 

“I’m fine,” Armin instinctively replied. “Well, as fine as I can be given the circumstances.” 

Annie nodded, as if waiting for him to stay more. When he didn’t, she quirked her eyebrows at him. “Are you okay with what Eren is doing?”

Feelings of betrayal and confusion quickly rose up. Him, Eren, and Mikasa were supposed to be friends. Family since they were kids. They’d been through everything together, from fighting neighborhood bullies as kids to fighting titans, and then people as cadets and scouts. But then Eren called Mikasa and himself slaves, and left him bruised and bloody on the floor, breaking everything between them irreparably. Armin swallowed. “Of course, I’m not okay with what he’s doing. He’s killing the rest of the world. It’s genocide. But he has to have a reason.” 

“I’m not talking about the Rumbling.” Annie replied, tone as flat as ever. “I’m talking about what you feel.”

Maybe, he was too used to spilling everything to Annie, and habits were too hard to break. Maybe everything had been piling up too high, and he just wanted to talk about what was happening with somebody. No matter the reason, he began to put all of his emotions into words. “I don’t know! I can’t even recognize him. We’re supposed to be friends. He would never hurt me or Mikasa!” The rage he had felt when Eren had told Mikasa that he had always hated her. “But he did, and I don’t even recognize him. I don’t know why he’s doing this, and I don’t know why he said those things.” Armin tried to control his breathing, rage and frustration turning his breathing shallow and quick. 

“He hurt you before,” Annie reminded, her colorless tone having a hint of gentleness in it. When Armin simply looked at her, confused, she continued. “When he forced you and the scouts to attack Liberio and use the power of the Colossal to destroy the port.”

Armin nodded in acceptance. Maybe, he hadn’t recognized Eren for a long time now. Realization caught up with Armin. How did she know that? She’s been stuck in a crystal for four years. No. There’s only one way. “How did you know that?” Armin asked haltingly, trying to keep his throat clear from the dread. When Annie didn’t answer him, he deflated and asked the question he wasn’t sure he wanted the answer to. “You were awake in that crystal, huh?”

“Yes.” Annie’s voice was uncharacteristically small. “I heard everything.” If he had blushed before when he was caught staring, now his face was probably an unhealthy color. Everything. All of his hopes, desires, frustrations all laid bare. What did she think of him, he wondered. 

The further implications of her statement began to sink in. She was awake the entire time. For four years. Because of him. Armin opened his mouth to say something, anything. To apologize for what she’d experienced. To try to laugh off ranting to her for so many years. But Annie seemed to stop him wordlessly, a fond familiarity filling her face. 

They’d have time to talk later, Armin decided. He could figure out what she thought of him later. For now, he was just happy to have this.

A/N:

So I actually had another fic finished before this one, a little bit of a Time Travel fic. I wasn’t really happy with it, so I left it to the side, hopefully I can fix it up a bit before I publish it. 

I saw a couple Tumblr posts of Annie looking a little ridiculous when she meets Armin for the first time, so voila. I was planning for this to be pure fluff, and then I realized I have no idea how to write fluff, and added a touch of angst. I always wanted to tackle Armin realizing Annie had heard him for all those years, and it was fun trying to figure out what tone I wanted to take. Making it work with my other fics, especially Absent Plans was quite satisfying. Annie is a little bit hot-cold-hot in this series, she’s concerned about Armin when she first meets him, colder when she’s in conflict with the rest of the Scouts before attacking the port, and back to warm and comforting after the fight is over. But I also think she is a bit on and off in the canon too, see the original scene in Manga Chapter 126 novelized in Absent Plans or how she goes from egging Mikasa on around the campfire to making peace with her.   

I always knew I wanted to both have the initial scene in the Anime, and then a flash forward a couple years to see what Annie thought about it. Initially, it was going to be all one chapter, but the flow was already quite rough with three separate scenes in different times and places, so I wanted to give the flash forward, which is a lot more lighthearted its own chapter. 

Thanks for reading, and as always, I welcome any and all feedback.

Chapter 2:

Armin fussed about with the plates, making sure everything was lined up. He checked the time, one minute to 8. Perfect timing. He carefully and surgically made cuts, dividing the pie into 8 equal slices. The door to their home unlocked, quiet footsteps puttering in. He turned to look at  the person entering.

His beautiful radiant Annie, looking as stunning as ever. He took a moment to admire her, as she looked around the kitchen, absentmindedly dropping her blonde hair from the bun, looking a little sweaty from her daily run. She noticed the state of the kitchen, flour in places they shouldn’t be, bowls sitting in the sink, and asked, “What’s all this for?”

Armin gave her a wide smile. “I wanted to make you something.”

Annie paused, tilting her head as if trying to recall something. “What’s the occasion? I’m pretty sure this isn’t any of our birthdays, or our anniversary.”

Grinning, Armin replied, “I just wanted to do something for you.” Annie’s eyes became soft, her lips quirking in a gentle smile. Armin gestured at the pie, and Annie, ignoring the plates or the cutlery, picked up the slice, turning it side to side, inspecting it carefully. She took a tentative little bite.

Bingo. Annie was still hard to read sometimes, a remnant of a lifetime of hiding everything she felt to complete a mission. But Armin knew her, and could appreciate her little quirks. The way she would close her eyes in satisfaction, as if trying to extract as much enjoyment as possible out of the food. How her cheeks would subtly tighten, the natural response of a smile ghosting on her face. She took another, much larger bite, and then another large one in quick succession, until her cheeks began to puff. Mission accomplished. 

She swallowed. “You’re staring,” Annie deadpanned. 

“Just admiring my beautiful girlfriend,” Armin said, smile never leaving her face. 

Annie might usually be less responsive to words, but compliments never failed to make her flustered. “Stop saying such idiotic things. I’m sweaty and eating.”

“You’re always beautiful.” 

Annie pouted at that. “I would think you would have gotten enough of staring at me while I was in the crystal.”

“You were stunning in the crystal,” Armin easily replied, Annie’s face turning even redder. “But you were so much more beautiful when you were out of it.” He reached up to cup her cheek, relishing in the soft, warm skin underneath his hands. 

Annie scoffed at that. “I’m sure I looked great when you saw me again. With crumbs all over my face and, what did Connie say, ‘stuffing my face with pie?’” Her tone oozed sarcasm

But Armin simply agreed, softly, truthfully, “You were amazing.” The words lingered in the air, and Annie stopped bantering, looking at Armin, understanding what he really meant. Armin placed a gentle peck on Annie’s nose, and Annie’s eyebrows scrunched in emotion. Then a sly grin seemed to spread across Annie’s face.

Uh oh.

“Well, if you thought I looked good,” Annie purred, whispering the words into his ear, “Think about what I thought when I saw what you had become over the years.” Annie placed a hand on his chest, grabbing him and pulling him even closer. “If I had known how you turned out, I’m sure I would have burst out of that crystal earlier.” Armin gulped, feeling the blood rush to his face. Annie began planting tender kisses down his ear, down his neck, and then finally on his lip. She pulled away, looking at him with a fire in her eyes mixed with adoration. “Thank you, Armin.”

He closed his eyes and gently rested his forehead on hers. They were alive, they were real, and they were at peace. And he couldn’t ask for more. 

A/N:

Finally, I wrote a chapter of actual fluff. No angst, no regrets, no nothing. Success. Next, either I’ll post the time-travel fic, or I’ll do an Annie PoV of the boat scene, or I’ll write an angsty Bertholdt convo between Annie and Armin, or I’ll draft up a new time-travel(ish) fic where Armin goes back to the past to give child Annie a hug. Not sure which one will speak to me the most. 

The goal of this fic was to explore the feeling of when you love or admire someone, they literally could be doing anything and your heart will melt. Something genuine and true. 

Reviewing the entire work, I’m struck at how disjointed it is. Ideally, it would just be the first chapter up to Armin being caught staring at Annie. But I wanted to write a convo where Armin works through his complicated feelings about Eren, and I wanted Annie to express some of her care before the boat scene, so it grew. 

ask game 12 &13!

yayy more questions! okay i'll start with 13 because it's simpler:

13.Any segment of your work that made you cry while writing it? (because it moved you deeply)

so. i cry easily. but i don't tend to cry while writing, i think? i don't have the greatest memory, so i can't be sure. i remember one time i cried while writing hmtb, but it wasn't because i was moved deeply jcnbjk (it was actually a mellow scene and i just. unexpectedly triggered an unpleasant memory, oops.)

in a way, i think it's easier to get emotional while working on RPs, actually. i might've cried at those in the past, mmh.

now, if you asked me when did i get anxious while writing. that's a whole another thing. i do deal with a lot of heavy emotions in writing, and, yeah. anyway, the answer is yesterday. (hmtb grian is doing perfectly well wdym-) (i had to stop writing after 8 sentences and take a break everything's fine-)

12.Funniest comment you've ever gotten in a piece of work?

this is a fun one! i don't think i have a favourite, i'm not the best with putting things on a scale and deciding that's the most this or that. add my bad memory into the mix, and about a year of writing a multichapter fic, and- well. but! i dug through and made a small collection of comments that amuse me! (there were many more, but i'm trying not to swarm you completely.)

i cannot tell you how much i appreciate and value the comments i get. i read every single one, and they matter a lot! they help me immensely and i am insanely grateful for them. <33

anyway, the collection of comments that make me giggle is under the line!

♥ please, consider this a love letter to all the commenters. ♥

Chocolate_Cake_Enthusiast on Chapter 3 of Elegy: ANGE UOU ARE THE SINGULAR SOURCE OF MY ANGST AND DEPRESSION (…) POOR GRIAN HE BETTER BE ALRIGHT OTHERWISE I WILL CHUCK A TENNIS BALL AT MY TOE

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ghostpi on Chapter 7 of hmtb: TIS BUT A FLESH WOUND.

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Eucalypta on Chapter 18 of hmtb: I forgot this had a ship tag so I was reading all previous chapters like: "what deep soulmates they are! Wait … Thats a bit gay. Well sometimes platonic love goes very dee- No thats definitely gay… What were the tags again?"

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Tiand on Chapter 21 of hmtb: So- uh- Where can I send my therapy bill?

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wimrow on Chapter 26 of hmtb: WOOOOO I DONT FEWL LIKE SOBBING WITJ THIS CHAPTER!!!!!! (this will absolutely change later on won’t it)

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genderfluid_bitch on Chapter 29: *does a little jig* THE BABIES ARE HURTING AGAIN

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Amabsis on Chapter 30 of hmtb: “Grian, are you okay?” NOBODY IS OKAY IMPULSESV!!!

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Chat on Chapter 31 of hmtb: THATS A BRILLIANT WAY TO END A CHAPTER BUT OH MY FUCKERY ARE YOU CRUEL FOR IT.

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peskytimes on Chapter 39 of hmtb: everytime i read this fic my mental state gets worse <33 /pos

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Alcea_42 on Chapter 42 of hmtb: so sometimes 42 doesn't solve everything-

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Holly_Loves_Reading on Chapter 46 of hmtb: Oh my god they’re so cute! Not even a little bit healthy, but so cute!

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Pidgey05 on Chapter 47 of hmtb: Omg 200k words of pain and now finnally some fluff T^T it was so beautiful thank you author, for this gift 🤣

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SongbirdQuela on Chapter 48 of hmtb: Everything’s going so well! Oh jee wiz I hope nothing goes incredibly wrong, boy would that be a rollercoaster, oh golly I can’t wait to see absolutely none of the characters doing anything self destructive!

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Heartpaw on Chapter 48 of hmtb: “Did you two have a romp?” Says you. Your the one not wearing you own pants. Are you sure YOU didn’t have a romp

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also have a kiss collection of you guys going insane <33

The_Pesky_Crow on Chapter 28 of hmtb: 12 Chapters from now, in a land far far away, the Grain kisses the Scar

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Linkito on Chapter 41 of hmtb: I absolutely cannot believe that I binged this FORTY ONE chapter fic of A HUNDRED AND SIXTY THOUSAND WORDS and these idiots haven't kissed. Unbelievable. You're taking slow burn to a whole new level bless you and also I hate you LMAO

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Bones_exe on Chapter 44 of hmtb: I'm going to be a crinkly old man by the time these two smooch huh?

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Chocolate_Cake_Enthusiast on Chapter 44 of hmtb: JUST KISS ALREADY. PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. PLEASE JUST KISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Xanadu:Wynter on Chapter 45 of hmtb: PLEASE JUST ONE KISS

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Bioluminescence on Chapter 45 of hmtb: I THOUGHT THEY WERE GOING TO KISS I WAS HOLDING MY BREATH AND THEN THEY DIDN'T this is honestly so predictable of you though smh

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and some bonus screenshot stuff <3 (first two from elegy, the rest is hmtb)

(in the one below you can see a beautiful duality of comments /pos)

i hope that was fun. i had fun putting this together <3

love you guys!!

----- questions from >>this ask game<<