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fllnordr · 4 months

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I would really love for the rdr community as a whole to stop trying, (and failing), to defend Dutch, and shift the blame entirely onto Micah. Red Dead Redemption and Red Dead Redemption II are both beautiful and well thought out games both in the gameplay and the storytelling. But I think a lot of people simply ignore those things, hence my long rant of a post.

TLDR: I think Micah was intentionally written to be one dimensional, and Dutch was manipulative from the start. Arthur is just a unreliable narrator.

We play through Arthur's eyes and see/believe what he does. We can see Arthur's loyalty blinds him (and by extension, us) to Dutch's behavior. I would know peace if some folks to took a media literacy class. Red Dead one & two are shining example of the bias in an unreliable narrator. Video games are not exempt from literary tools because you control part of the story. That control is limited to the actions of your bias protagonist, in this case John and Arthur.

The same applies to Micah. Arthur never trusts Micah from day one, and so we as the player don’t trust him either. It would be incredibly lazy on Rockstar’s behalf to created as one dimensional of a character as Micah. But the thing is, Arthur views him that way, a no good money-hungry thief from the start. Arthur is able to see through him, but he is blind to Dutch’s similar behavior because of his loyalty. It’s an incredibly smart tool to use in video games. Once you replay the game without the blinders on of your first playthrough, you’re able to see that Dutch has behaved the very same ways from Chapter One, all the way through Chapter Six. The only difference is that Arthur (and we the player) is slowly becoming aware of the patterns for the first time.

Now, for the blatant mischaracterization of Dutch entirely. To blame everything on Micah diminishes Dutch’s character to such an extent it completely disregards the decades long manipulation he inflicted on the gang, that is very real and very obvious. I won’t get into the way each individual character’s behavior was effected by this, but I will speak about Arthur and John briefly.

Dutch takes in people that are vulnerable and that he knows he can manipulate for his own gain. Children included. Multiple children, in fact. He always has a plan, not to keep folks safe, but to keep everyone comfortably under his thumb. It was always, "Are you with me, or against me" from the beginning. Everyone was either a means to his end, or they were worthless. The second someone did not agree, it was a betrayal, and an attack. I don't doubt he did some things out of kindness, but there's always ulterior motives. Dutch is nothing but a man of pretty words that hide his manipulation.

Dutch maintains an air of grandiosity amongst the gang. He obviously holds the belief that he is above them in all ways. He believes he is their leader because he is simply better than the rest of them. He’s smarter. He’s this god-like figure in his mind. He’s their savior. Hence his distaste for any doubt, or even being challenged.

Lenny and the conversation he has with Dutch about Evelyn Miller for example. Lenny indirectly call’s Dutch’s empty words out and points out that both Miller (Dutch’s idol) and Dutch himself hide behind their flowery words and phrases. Or Arthur and Hosea voicing their concern about robbing Leviticus Cornwall, it’s seen as a betrayal. Or when Uncle pokes fun at Dutch in camp and Dutch says to him, “I would really like to kill you right now.” Dutch may not be entirely self aware, but any attack at him does dig at him for a reason. And this is all from chapter two! There has always been a pattern.

Dutch says he "saved" them. He saved Bill, and John, and Arthur and Lenny and Javier. He saved all of them, and he is above all of them. Dutch sees people as nothing more as tools to meet his goals. There are instances where he does seem to genuinely care, but the ulterior motive is always there.

Dutch and Micah were written with the idea that we see the story through Arthur’s eyes. Arthur is blinded by his decades long to loyalty to Dutch and slowly coming to the realization of the truth. Micah is incredibly one dimensional cause Arthur sees through him and views him as a rat from the start. The truth of the story can be seen through repeated playthroughs. Dutch’s paranoia from the start, questioning Arthur’s loyalty from Colter. Micah sniffing around about the Blackwater money from the beginning. Arthur’s journal entries about the his biased version of the truth. Media literacy is necessary even in video games. God.

#charthur #arthur morgan #charles smith #red dead redemption 2 #red dead fandom #john marston #red dead #dutch van der linde #Hosea Mathews #red dead redemption arthur #red dead redemption two #red dead redemption community #van der linde gang #Arthur Morgan hc #micah bell #fllnordr rants

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onepiece-polls · 9 months

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One Piece Shipping War - Round 2 Side A

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Franky x Robin:

Do I really need to explain?

The old married couple who's healthy, Enies Lobby (and all their appearances) are their propaganda really.

It’s all about the maturity!

Their dynamic is perfect and their pasts are so similar. I love the chemistry between them as well as their introduction that helped build the connection and shared history they already have.

they are THE t4t bi4bi ship | franky telling robin "existing is not a crime" immediately puts this at number one for me | they are opposites (bright and loud + quiet and goth) but also they're both so eccentric and silly <3 | THEY WEAR MATCHING OUTFITS

Mom and dad Straw Hat

They are STILL the Mom and the Dad of the Straw Hats, this is the one thing I don't care what Oda says <3 Also their interactions in Enies Lobby and Thriller Bark are amazing.

In my eyes, they are married. Some of my favorite character interactions in the manga/anime and in official art.

Oda had Franky call Robin his wife at least once

Your honor they’re married

I'M GOING TO PUT LINKS IN MY EXAMPLES (Mod note: I linked to the whole post, the propaganda was going to get too long otherwise. But I will copy this line:...) They immediatly clicked in Enies Lobby, Franky saved Robin with both words and actions ("Your existence is not a sin!"), and then she grabbed his balls.

The duality of two kids who were just trying to chase their dream and having circumstances outside their control (the government) take everything they love away from them, but one choosing solitude and the other adopting every other person in a bad circumstance??? I love them. Plus they literally had couple moments from the first interaction.

The ultimate t4t couple idk what else you need theyre iconic

A wholesome ship of a woman who feels the need to be constantly on edge trying to relax and a man who is a 110% himself from the moment we see him. the joy of frobin is the causal domesticity, in many color spreads and especially post timeskip we can see them casually enjoying the others company.

Remember when Franky was in Chopper's body in Punk Hazard and every time he spoke Robin was like "Franky. Stop talking. Do not talk while you're in Chopper's body."

idk like. he's obsessed with her. she's his weird Goth gf and he's her himbo. they have matching outfits. I love them.

Look. It's Franky and Robin. Literally the only two characters that make sense to ship on the Sunny. Their arcs are inextricably intertwined (water7/enies lobby). Also LOOK AT THEM interacting, both during their arcs, but also thriller bark, or post time skip. I love them. Also robin crushed frankys balls.

funny big robot man & analytical smart research lady power couple... silly x smart... himbo x researcher... augh... so good

They are the ship for taxpaying adults your honor I LOVE them they’re literally freak4freak and they share such a fucking powerful arc together (Water 7).

that moment she let him sleep on her lap in punk hazard was sooo cute <3 -- The matching thigh highs and bottoms in film z can NOT be understated. -- Strawhat mom and dad -- Let's not forget the way robin convinced franky to join ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) -- she also indirectly called his balls "treasure" so,,, -- the way their stories are so closely intertwined...they were both keys to destroy the world...the way they instantly connected over that...the soulmate-ism of it all...

they . them. girlboss and malewife. that's it.

She grabbed his balls. He totally liked it.

He's so silly and she loves it. She's so scary and he loves it. She grabbed his balls in public.

They will be endgame trust me. Franky doesn't treat any other girl like he treats Robin. There dynamic in Water 7 and Thriller Bark was and always will be one of the best in all of OP.

Propaganda for Rayleigh x Shakky:

They’re canon and very hot. These are facts.

#one piece #frobin #silvers rayleigh #shakuyaku #tournament poll #op shipping war #round 2 #side A

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metukika · 2 years

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SDR2 cast talent swap!!! Inspired by @/pancakemolybdenum’s version of the first game’s cast.

This was all randomized!! Here are the titles assigned to the characters!

Mahiru: Ultimate Lucky Student

Kazuichi: Ultimate Musician

Ibuki: Ultimate Princess

Hiyoko: Ultimate ???

Gundham: Ultimate Impostor

Fuyuhiko: Ultimate Breeder

Akane: Ultimate Traditional Dancer

Chiaki: Ultimate Gymnast

Hajime: Ultimate Gamer

Teruteru: Ultimate Mechanic

Sonia: Ultimate Swordswoman

(Impostor): Ultimate Team Manager

Peko: Ultimate Cook

Nekomaru: Ultimate Yakuza

Nagito: Ultimate Nurse

Mikan: Ultimate Photographer

More notes about my hcs for their backstories and stuff about each of their designs under the cut!!

I did not expect to write so much, I’m so sorry. If there are grammar mistakes or misspells there are not anymore because I’m not rereading this thing lol. Feel free to just skip to your favorite character but thank you if you read all of it anyway! Would love to hear your own takes!

Koizumi- lucky: I feel that she is more like Naegi rather than Komaeda when it comes to her luck-- as in, she’s not really aware of it, or believes in it. It’s less straight forward with her. She insists that the only reason she gets the good things she gets is because of hard work and dedication, but behind the scenes in a convoluted way-- her luck works.

For example, she’ll work hard to study on a test but forget to study one of the subjects. Her luck causes the teacher to accidentally forget to print the pages of the test about that sub-subject because of something that without the whole context doesn’t seem like a coincidence, and then Koizumi will have time to study the subject she forgot, and get a good grade.

Not a lot for me to say about her design. I gave her a kind of rich-looking school uniform. She says she’s wealthy because of her parents working hard, but the truth is that her father is a slob and had gotten a great promotion following events caused indirectly by her birth. Her birth also inspired her mother in her photography career which helped her with her publicity and gaining more money.

Koizumi doesn’t like the fact that people call her lucky, as she believes people need to work hard and she does really try her best. She came to Hope’s Peak to prove that it is not luck, but dedication that boosts one’s career.

Souda- musician: I think his upbringing would be similar to his canon one, specifically about not being respected in school and his parents’ shop not doing well, leading to money problems. His father is the owner of a shop that sells old electronics, and there Souda finds a cassette tape and records his first songs, fueled by his frustration from school, with a beautiful voice (I know I’m sorry it doesn’t sound right to give him a nice voice but it had to be done).

At the start he sings about heartache and romance and that stuff, but doesn’t tell anyone about it. One day his cassette is stolen and he gets laughed at his corny lyrics by his schoolmates. The embarrassment and even more bullying causes him to change his look to fit in and he stops writing songs, instead he makes mindless mediocre dubstep music. He still hides his earlier songs from his friends at Hope’s Peak and claims it’s the later songs that are the reason he was invited as an ultimate, even though it was his original written on a guitar songs that got him there. Most of his new classmates aren’t really fans of his later works, although they sill act polite. He’s not really a fan either though.

The mp3 device clipped to his belt is a mirror of that screw he has canonically... Not sure why I gave him half green hair. It just felt right.

Mioda- princess: If I need to go into geography my head will explode, unfortunately. Would it have been smarter to think of that before designing? Yes. But I’m not smart, so.

Most of the time she’s a slightly milder version of her canon self-- maybe without the talking of herself in the third person thing, though-- but when she needs to get professional she knows how to put on a calm smile and how to be quiet and obedient (reference to how she acts with the effects of the Despair Disease).

Out of everyone in her family, Mioda is the kindest one. Unlike her parents, she is beloved by all, as she tends to sneak out of the castle and go to the poorer parts of the kingdom to help her people. She likes to be entertained and is known for paying well to street entertainers and musicians, sometimes joining the fun. Her singing’s horrible but everyone has fun when she is around. She might not be the expected image of a princess, but her kindness is what got her to Hope’s Peak.

I kinda fused Sonia’s braids with Mioda’s cone things, and got rid of the colored stripes in her hair (rip), maybe that’s why I gave Souda extra.

Saionji- reserve course student: Since her grandmother had used to attend Hope’s Peak, and Saionji’s family from her mother’s side had all turned out successful, she had a lot of pressure put on her to become talented or at least highly outstanding like them. Her father is the only one who didn’t care how she turned out, and loved her regardless.

Because her family made her work extra hard, Saionji didn’t have time for friends and was bullied heavily. Because she failed to get a talent, she only had her dad to rely on. Her sour life effected her mood and the way she treated others. Because her family is wealthy, they had gotten her into the reserve course department at Hope’s Peak.

I don’t really know about the whole Kamukura thing. That’s up to you if she agrees to go with the Hope Cultivation Project. Maybe Saionji!Kamukura would be pleasant.

I lowered her pigtails to make her look tamer, and implemented the bows of her kimono onto her new design as well. I thought having an orange school uniform would be fun, especially with the green. I also gave her an ahoge of course.

Tanaka- impostor: As a kid, he liked to people-watch, but not to interact. He’s mostly ignored by his peers, which made him feel less human. The only times kids would interact with him would be to be mean, and the odd attention would encourage Tanaka to angrily stalk them for a little while, learning their traits and how they act. He would notice little things about people and liked to pay close attention to them (since it would make sense that he would be less of an animal guy than canon, and being an impostor would be a very human-heavy job, I think he would have some odd connection to human individuality, although not his self’s).

I think it would make most sense that his mother’s death would be what caused him to start to impersonate others, as she’s the only one by his side, even if it makes me sad... All alone, Tanaka decides to stop being himself so he can get close to the humans he finds so interesting.

He would probably be a slightly less friendly/more awkward version of whoever he is acting as. I know I could have had him impersonate anyone but I’m too lazy to think of anyone else and I thought that making him dress as Togami would be funny. Like every version of the impostor has to be Togami at some point.

As Togami, he fits into the arrogant personality well, although he’s more obnoxious and focuses more about the “I’m better than you” than the “you are worse than me” parts of him but is still more pleasant that the real one. He is not obsessed with the occult or at least doesn’t outwardly show interest in it, but he still has delusions about ruling the world-- probably with the power of blind confidence and money, this time around.

Loud, but very mysterious. If he was in the game the player would be like “Where did Byakuya get that scar from? Did he lose his mind?” But, nope. It’s just Tanaka. I think he’d still refer to himself as a boy, but he has no trouble acting as a girl, when need-be.

Kuzuryuu- breeder and Pekoyama- cook: Kuzuryuu’s family lived pretty out of the way, near a forest in a large mansion. While his parents were either too busy fighting or were focusing on his little sister and her promising grades, Kuzuryuu would venture out into the forest and befriend the animals. Even with his small physique, he wasn't ever scared of the bears or any dangerous animals. He didn’t want to seem threatening to the animals so he would wear soft clothing, even though it didn’t really change anything, and just made his crass personality all the more of a surprise to strangers. Though it’s not as bad as early canon Kuzuryuu.

One day he met an abandoned girl in the forest and his parents took her in and let her be the family’s cook. She was more of a servant than a third child, and was never legally adopted, but Kuzuryuu and his sister had tried to treat her like a friend to their best of their usually-rude abilities, although it was hard for her to accept. By working for the family, Pekoyama became the ultimate cook.

When Kuzuryuu became slightly older and was allowed to leave the house, he would dedicate his time to breeding animals and saving species in the brink of extinction. He often brought Pekoyama with him, as he liked her, but she thought she was only brought to make him food while he was busy. She can make all kinds of food but focuses more on vegetarian options as the first time Kuzuryuu had walked into the kitchen while she was there with raw meat on the counter he couldn’t stop crying. She still cooked meat from time to time for his parents, but she wants to show the world you don’t need any to make a great meal.

I could have made Pekoyama a more specific kind of cook, but again-- I’m too lazy to think about that. I wanted to giver her a different type of outfit, and found this one with like a half overall-thing clipped onto it? Probably should have searched Japanese outfits but oh well. Her braids are now braided against her head, referencing Hanamura’s braided side. I made sure to give her like a little bow thing around her neck. That’s a chef thing, right?

The cow on Kuzuryuu’s sweater is referencing the animal skull he has on his tie in the game. He has a scarf, like how Tanaka has, since I thought it wouldn’t make sense to give it to the Ultimate Impostor. But instead of mysterious, Kuzuryuu’s scarf is soft looking and has stripes like his original suit. I HAD to give him an animal sidekick so I gave him a skunk. I thought it would fit his original color scheme and the cute looking but potentially dangerous vibe would fit him. Also I made the little shaved parts on the sides of his head in the shape of claw marks.

Owari- traditional dancer: It was too late when I though of the idea of making her not Japanese (well it wasn’t really, but-- AGAIN: I’m lazy). I feel that her backstory would be similar to the original. A customer at a workplace she worked at offered her the job, and although Owari is not into feminine things, she decided to accept because the pay was good and she wanted to provide for her siblings.

She had gotten good reflexes and flexibility by evading harm in the dangerous area she had lived in, which helped her become a great dancer.

I made sure to give her her ahoge but tried making her hair more... in order? She doesn’t bother wearing her kimono tightly.

Nanami- gymnast: Since she’s like an AI and all she canonically doesn’t have a human backstory, but I guess I’ll do my best. She probably got into gymnastics from finding interest in it, maybe she liked the aesthetic. She’s flexible and prefers doing more of the exercises that use objects, like ribbons and balls. She enjoys the art of it more than the physical labor, but she’s still good at it. Even then, I think that for herself, Nanami prefers comfort over looks, so outside of shows, she wears more causal clothing.

I’m not sure if she would be the “traitor” in this au, since it would make most sense it’s the Ultimate Gamer.

Hinata- gamer: He’s sloppier than most people, and is physically unhealthy and less hygienic. But his kind nature and devotion to common sense is enough to stop others from looking down upon him. Because he looks at screens too often, his eyes are eternally tired and red rimmed, making him look very uncaring and cold (reference to Kamukura) but it’s only when he’s deep into gaming that he acts like that to the outside world as well. It’s best to not bother him while he’s in the middle of a game.

He often forgets about his own health and the need to actually interact with other people, so when he does hang out with the others in big social events, he gets a little overwhelmed and just awkwardly stands to the side.

What happens when you take one of the tamest designs in the games and gives him an ultimate that is usually assigned to people who have no fashion sense? Nothing! Nothing happens! The best I could do was put the logo of his previous school on his sweatshirt.

Is he the “traitor” in this universe? I kind of like that idea actually, because I really like the idea of gamer!Hinata and isn’t putting a character you really like as the traitor just what everyone needs in their life? I’m attached to him, now. And so I must suffer.

Hanamura- mechanic: He helps at his mother’s auto repair shop, as the constant smell of cars and strange angles she needs to work in is not very good for her already fragile health. In his free time, Hanamura used to make little gadgets that would make her day to day life easier. Despite all this, to others, he claims he works to help big companies design new cars and fixes rich people’s limousines (are there like a mechanic hierarchy? I don’t fucking know).

I have no idea how to give a mechanic a well groomed look, so I didn’t do that. Maybe it all transports into his personality, and he’s a gentleman in this one, instead of a pervert. We can only hope.

I kept his three stars to his design, and gave him a black shirt to wear under his button up kind of like his canon pants (I’m a genius).

Sonia- swordswoman: I don’t really know what to say about her... is she a foreigner? Maybe. Is she working as a bodyguard to the Ultimate Yakuza? I personally don’t think she does. She’s a well mannered girl but has more of a personality than early Pekoyama. She expresses interest in dark themes in this au as well, but maybe something different than the occult. Like torture methods or gruesome fighting styles. Maybe ninjas, because they’re Japanese and use swords? that would make sense.

I wanted to put the sword in a different part of her body, rather than her back. I gave her a braid, like Pekoyama, but put it on the side because Sonia’s hair prefers her right side for some reason.

(Impostor)- team manager: What I got from Nidai’s... being, is that team manager translates to coach? (I’m just going to call them Impostor, here, but they would probably have an actual name.)

Impostor lived with mostly absent parents and no friends. They unashamedly took comfort in food for their loneliness. Because they were very public with their poor eating habits, people had starting accusing them of encouraging others to live an unhealthy lifestyle. While this didn’t bother them at the start, it got to the point of being irritating eventually, and because of Impostor’s natural instinct to be forward, they wanted to prove them wrong.

So they signed up to work as a coach at a children’s football practice, to promote sportive activity, and found that they enjoy being a supporting leader that people looked up to. So much so that they decided to become a coach. Eventually, Impostor started coaching important teams and people stopped bothering them about their weight.

I thought giving them a track-suit would be cute, especially since in the game they wear Togami’s very fancy outfit all the time.

Nidai- yakuza: Heir to the Nidai clan, he is well respected from the members all around. The ones who aren’t close to him admire his scary stature and his great ability to give out orders and be assertive, and the ones close to him like him for his understanding personality and loyalty.

Then he should be the perfect heir, right? Problem is that he has a heart defect and will most likely pass very young. For the early part of his life, Nidai had to stay indoors being treated, and was pitied by many. Since then he decided to not let that get him down, and by acting brash he managed to get the support of others, which is what mattered most to him.

Of course I’d get the big intimidating dude to be the Ultimate Yakuza... kind of reminds me of Kuzuryuu’s earlier beta designs. And no I didn’t make him Jewish, that necklace pendant is a reference to the design he has on his canon jacket. I gave him a small handkerchief poking out of his suit’s pocket to symbolize canon Nidai’s... thing that’s sticking out of his pants.

Komaeda- nurse: Since it was probably because of canon Komaeda’s luck that he was born to a rich family, I’m gonna decide that this version of him was born to a more average family. Because of his poor health, he decided to get into nursing so his family wouldn’t need to pay too much bills if he could do some of the work himself. He mostly only treated himself at home, but with his dwindling health he had to teach himself more and more.

The more time passed, the worse he got, and the more he knew for certain that there would be a chance that he passed young. This is what fueled him into working hard as a nurse and eventually getting him the title of an ultimate. This also what caused him to latch so desperately onto the concept of hope. Hope is what kept him going even when he got worse. For the sake of not killing off Komaeda from this universe, let’s say his abilities as Ultimate Nurse is what helped him eventually achieve redemption on his health and let him live comfortably.

Mixing canon Komaeda’s crappy luck at times and canon Tsumiki’s clumsiness, we can probably expect this Komaeda to also be a klutz. That is why a part of his doctor coat is ripped. It’s also a reference to his canon weirdly fucking cut jacket. I gave him hair clips since hygiene is probably more important to this Komaeda than canon-- one of them shaped as a medical plus sign. I also turned his shirt’s design into more of a plus sign. I gave him a blood pressure pump and mask as well.

Tsumiki- photographer: As a result of her abusive living space, Tsumiki would escape from home and hide in the nearby nature often. She lived in a small town on a hill with a wonderful view. She would escape and watch the sunset/sunrise and the animals in the distance and that helped her relax. Eventually, she decided she wanted to capture that beauty and managed to get herself a camera.

After showing her parents some of the pictures, they used her to get money and that is how she started her career as photographer. She was requested to photograph many places due to her natural talent, but her favorite would be in great fields, focusing on wild animals. She decided to focus on capturing wildlife, since she found comfort in staying as still as can be and blending into the background, away from other humans. Since her parents only cared about the money, Tsumiki would photograph often and the great amount of experience is what helped her achieve title of Ultimate Photographer.

It feels a little wrong to not dress her up in pink, but it’s not a color that appears a lot in nature. She’s not as clumsy as canon Tsumiki, but hiding in bushes and such induces the amount of scratches she has. She’s also usually dirty from laying hours on the ground, which does not help her get along with her peers. I thought giving her shorter hair would be more practical.

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charlie-and-brown · 7 months

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I would hope someone shows up and tell Sakura that her selfish love for Sasuke is not going to work in her favor. I don’t think he could fall for someone like her when I read the third chapter of Naruto.

This is the panel when Sasuke, disguised by Naruto, comes up to her and talks about her wide but cute forehead. If she truly knows him, she would think he is the true Sasuke, which might means she never spoke to him that much before.

Then after few pages, she sabotages her chance.

Sasuke is a caring person at heart. In fact, he has tried to stop her from saying horrible things.

In Asian Culture, saying someone wasn’t raised well is by far one of the rudest things you could do. It’s a kind of dissing someone’s parent. Any people would be angered, especially for Sasuke, whose parents are taken away by force. At this moment, he tells her Naruto didn’t have any parents.

It mean Shut the Fxxk up. You know nothing, Sakura.

Any well-educated Asian kids would shut up and realize their mistakes. It’s a taboo that no one with good education would touch. (And she says she is well disciplined…Hn…)

Then she just keeps talking about how he is lucky to not have parents to raise him. He doesn’t need to be disciplined. That’s why he does a lot of immature things.

Everything she has said is just terrible. The wind comes and moves the leaves on the tree. It might indirectly mean Sasuke’s feeling about her.

Our boy, Sasuke, still tries to help her become more sensitive. He is really caring.

And she doesn’t even know what she has done. He is really just presenting her the right direction. That’s what leads to him saying she is annoying.

Then, when Sasuke leaves, she still doesn’t know her mistakes. She thinks that being called annoying makes people feel bad.

Their minds are definitely not connected and she just doesn’t get Sasuke’s true meaning.

A romance doomed to fail.

For me, Sasuke is someone who has strong ethic and he is a well educated Asian kid. If anyone diss other people in this way, about parents and about how they are raised, most of smart and socially sensitive Asian kids would mentally distance themselves from them. They couldn’t trust this kind of people in their circle unless they could benefit them in certain ways. Maybe that’s why Sakura doesn’t have a lot of friends. She isn’t taught the social rules in Asian society.

It’s just a maybe.

What Sakura does in the third chapter is a taboo that few Asian kids would do. Okay, she does it behind Naruto’s back, which a lot of people would do but she just says what she wants to regardless the other’s feelings. Sasuke has literally hinted her to stop and she just doesn’t get it.

No matter how she might try to redeem herself, if Sasuke’s heart is a grading board, she has started from -20 and I am being generous here.

#anti sasusaku #anti sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #uzumaki naruto #haruno sakura

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kaybronz · 8 months

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Warning, incoming novel ahead.

If the Chris Evans shit show has taught me anything it's that you truly can't trust anything about public figures. There's always a narrative being spun or some kind of image being crafted and projected. I think that's the part that is the most disappointing to me that I bought into the image and it was nothing more than a mirage.

I had always liked the marvel movies, RDJ was my favorite for the longest, but I really started getting into Chris once he started being politically vocal. He seemed like a breath of fresh air, down to earth, relatively normal for his position in life, vocally on the right side of political history, and a self-proclaimed feminist. So I dove right in! It felt good to throw my support behind a famous person that for once, didn't seem to be so wildly out of touch with the everyday individual, whose values seemed to align with mine. I invested time and energy into promoting him and his work, I frequented and participated in his fan spaces, and I followed his ventures outside of acting. The red flags were there along the way, particularly with ASP, but I wanted to believe he had the best of intentions but was fumbling the follow through, so I pushed those to the back of my mind and kept supporting.

That investment and support existed solely because of the image he presented to the public, humble, down to earth, politically and socially conscious everyday guy. But that glass has shattered now. I'm a firm believer in the fact that you are who you surround yourself with. And I clung to the idea that this was pr because because it was some kind of hope that the image wasn't a false narrative and that he wasn't actually a phoney underneath a facade. But now it's quite plain that his morals and values very much align with his racist, fatphobic, antisemitic bride and her like minded friends. If he was the man he projected himself to be we wouldn't be where we are now. Who you marry says even more about you than your friends do and this marriage doesn't say anything positive about him and most certainly shines a light on who he actually is and how he actually feels about marginalized groups.

I do not believe in the ability to separate the art from the artist. I believe that continued participation and interaction with the work and other ventures of a problematic person is inherently showing acceptance and support to that person. Which I cannot condone any longer. This is why if you're a fiction writer and I unfollow please understand that while I likely think you are incredibly talented I cannot in good conscience continue to interact with your work as in my mind it supports and benefits him, even if indirectly. In my mind continuing to read and reblog like nothing has happened is a big fuck you to the most most directly affected by this farcical of a man.

With that being said, I've met some great people throughout my time in this fandom, and I hope that they stay on and pivot to other more worthwhile things (though I understand if they leave), I hope to be able to continue those wonderful interactions with the smart, kind, empathetic people I've encountered. I personally don't think I'll be jumping into another fandom space anytime soon for fear of another let down. But in the meantime I may venture back into my old faithful, I present to you Mr. Paul Wesley.

Paul who while not a politically active as Chris once was (and maybe that's a good thing as it's likely far less performative) he has directly called out his very own costars for their right wing political support and backwards ass thinking. And was one of the few on the vampire diaries set to stick up for Kat Graham and pushed back so far on the abhorrent treatment from the show creators that he as one of the main characters threatened to leave the series if they killed her character off.

#chris evans #paul wesley

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crazy56u · 2 months

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Okay, it’s NASCAR time!

And we start immediately behind the wheel, no recap, just go.

Ben, if you don’t floor it, the episode ends early. Gas it.

And the verdict is… Ben barely almost fucked up the episode from the jump.

Ben, you are doing splendidly at maintaining kayfabe today.[/sarcasm]

“Dad, I think Junior’s lost it.”

And that’s the rub: Ben gets another stab at preventing a heart attack.

“No breaks and no doctors. It’s like he wants a heart attack.”

“Hey, I said I’m good, leave ambulances out of this!”

“Look, either I race today, or I die on the spot, I die either way, but at least I die doing something I love!”

“Son, I know I can be a bitch, but doing that helps me ignore my health problems.”

Oh. Goody. Gideon found out how to make the Imaging Chamber work.

Gideon, stop giving Ben shit, he’s better at this than you.

“Who the Hell are you?” He’s a dick, Ben.

…

I fucking called it.

Good fucking job, Ben, by having a subplot with Hannah, you fucking caused the antagonist.

Gideon, Ben fucking saved your mom and tried to save your dad, get your head out of your ass.

GIDEON THAT IS NOT HOW THE FUCKING BUTTERFLY EFFECT WORKS YOU DIPSHIT

“Ben, by meeting my mom, you killed my dad, that is how that works, I am a smart man!”

…oh. Ben caused a divorce.

Okay, I still say Gideon is being an idiot here, but I also am on his side somewhat; Ben, you should’ve picked a different date to mail that…

Wow, Ben really did fuck up royal…

This is just the Evil Leaper Project on steroids.

I love how you asked that as if Gideon doesn’t want Ben dead on the spot…

Well, luckily Addison, you have enough wiggle room to fix this.

“Hey, bitches, you all thought I was gone from the show!”

This is now a fucking proxy war.

Ian ran to that computer like a kid running to Toys R Us.

Beth is 100% on board with this shit, I love it.

And now everyone gets to learn about “Mirror Image”, aka “What if Ben didn’t fuck up trying to save Josh”.

And cut to Ben trying to fix this from his end with a payphone.

And Jeffery is even more mad at you, Ben. Why did you call Collect…

“Addison, what the heck-“ “Quick recap, we remembered Janis existed, she set up Bootleg Quantum Leap.” “Okay, cool, Gideon is Jeffery, and I accidentally ruined his life helping Hannah.”

I still can’t get over the fact that Hannah indirectly caused this.

Jenn is gonna use an RC car to Jailbreak the Project.

Oh God, I missed those sounds…

Okay, so God just wanted this to happen then…

That’s the rub: Ben has between 20 to 42 minutes to save the future.

And so Ben steals a race car.

And fucking “Highway Star”.

Ben, causing more car accidents will not help you right now…

“You mean is Ben gonna have to strangle Baby Hitler?” I want that framed on my wall.

“Ziggy says we have to ruin a young child’s hopes and dreams, this will be fucking easy!”

And they forgot Gideon still had access to the cameras.

And Janis points out the elephant in the room: That goddamn chip.

If Ben smashes that computer, it’s a coin flip whether or not a Marty McFly happens.

And while Team A discusses paradoxes, Gideon is about to fuck over the leap.

And Jenn breaks the elevator.

And there’s Tom’s last contribution to the show, ladies and germs.

“SIR, STUART LITTLE IS ATTACKING US!”

And as Ben is burning through gas during a gas crisis, Jenn is fighting against the clock.

Okay, luckily this is a time travel show, so Jenn won’t be dead for long.

…okay, so now we have another notch in the “Ruin a child’s life” column.

“Ben Song did this.” DUDE YOU ARE THE ONE WHO ORDERED THEM TO FIRE

Addison, Jenn just died, maybe don’t do this now?

He had just enough gas to get close enough to the house. Symbolic.

“He named the computer gaffer his father.” Okay, so is Ben willing to literally kill his dad?

“You think an apology changes anything?” The alternative is Ben using that hammer, Jeffery, and there’s two things he can use that on…

“Look, Jeffery, if it makes you feel better, I ruined my life too.”

Ah, so time is the real antagonist.

I just realized this is technically now A Christmas Carol. Jeffery is past, Gideon is Present, Ben is Yet To Come.

“You want me to help you?” “Well, according to you, you would be better at this than me, so, how about a crash course?”

And Jeffery decides to steal Hannah’s car.

And Ben decides to invent the defibrillator.

“He failed.” “How can you be sure?” “Because we’re still here!” Gideon, the butterfly effect isn’t instant. Ben has to hit 100%.

“Time to meet my destiny.” Yeah, and it’s called getting Marty McFlyed.

And cut to Rick stroking out.

[I love how their solution to “How do we do a NASCAR episode but not have it involve a lot of car racing?” was time travel proxy war meets A Christmas Carol.]

And the noose is tightening…

Ben, any second now!

“Look, don’t ask what I’m doing, I have to save my dad!”

And it’s shaping up to be a buzzer beater…

Okay, Rick is saved, 1 for 2…

“Okay, Jeffery, did this fix things for you?” “…I mean, I guess?”

And there’s that butterfly effect, dickhead!

And the timeline is fixed! Yay!

…and Addison is the only one who remembers Jenn died, oh dear.

And Addison decides to go into the Accelerator anyway.

And Hannah still hasn’t fucking aged.

“Hey, sorry my letter fucked over your family.”

“Ben, your letter gave us more time with him. Granted, yes, he stormed out after finding it, and got in his car-“

And here we have another example of why NBC needs to renew this show.

“Look, Ben sacrificed his life to stop me from leaping, and so say that shouldn’t have happened.”

Ben, I have a hunch that code won’t work, even if NBC is being dicks about renewing the show.

“Home isn’t a place. It’s a person.” …calling it, Ben isn’t going home; Addison’s joining him.

And survey says…

YEP

There’s your third season pitch! Reusing the plan for OG Season 6!

And so Ben and Addison have to deal with another explosion.

NBC needs to fucking renew this show, dead serious.

#quantum leap #spoilers #against time #mirror image #Stuart little #a christmas carol

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mindsoulchaos · 2 years

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Since when Tobirama is the epitome of rationality ?

I'm baffled at the fact that a part of Naruto fandom refers to Tobirama as "the most rational Hokage". Especially on Reddit.

Uhhh, excuse me but, what ?

First, being smart and intelligent ≠ being rational.

Secondly, Tobirama is anything but rational; he let his own prejudices dictate his actions many times (ex : his paranoia about the Uchihas despite them being willing to work with the Senju to build a safe place, plus him instantly assuming that Sasuke was a scoundrel the first time he met him, even BEFORE Sasuke expressed his wish to destroy Konoha). Ultimately, he's a realist wannabe who views himself as smarter than everyone, on the top of being an obnoxious know-it-all who never admit his mistakes.

In fact, he's so full of himself that he's the only Hokage who doesn't regret any actions he has taken during his rule (even Orochimaru, of all people, called him out on them !), not even the actions that led to the tragic consequences we all know. As much as I resent Hiruzen, at least, after being reincarnated, he realized (to some extent) that he has fucked up.

As for Tobirama, well, he never truly questioned himself. At no point of the story. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, but even after learning about the tragedies his past actions have directly or indirectly caused, even at the very end, he is still persuaded to be totally in the right. His only reaction after he learned about the Uchiha Massacre was basically : "Well, it was to be expected.”

Now, I don't hate him for he's still an interesting character, but it pisses me off to no end that he never swallowed his pride and bothered to do some introspection. And just for that, in my eyes, he will never be the mature genius some hype him up to be.

#anti tobirama #anti hiruzen #pro uchiha #not to bash reddit #i mostly like this website #i'm just busy criticizing and trashtalking my favourite manga since some days hahaha #i'm just feeling salty lately #enjoy it or forgive me #anti will of fire #anti konoha #anti naruto ending

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(This is g0nta-g0kuhara!) RE: Your tags on Lampochka's trial 4 Gonta art- there is exactly One Time that I know of that someone in V3 (INDIRECTLY) told Gonta he wasn't dumb. Right before Gonta goes to kill Miu, he calls himself stupid, and Kaito says to him "Someone who isn't smart wouldn't want to save everyone... They'd only think of themselves." It makes me feel insane. This is the only time anyone ever tells Gonta something like this, at least in the main game. and its way too late for him at this point. Its so tragic. And don't even get me started on how not only did the other characters accept Gonta's self loathing as fact, but a decent chunk of the fandom too. (sorry for rambling!! I just love Gonta so much)

GRAHHHHH yeah.... fuck gonta is so tragic it makes me crazy. it feels like for a majority of the game, even tho everyone is civil with him and even kind, they never try to understand him or make a real connection with him as a person. it's always "oh haha that's just how gonta is" when he states over and over again how he doesnt know what everyone is talking about with the digital world. and i've seen multiple letsplayers fall into that trap too with the 4th trial. and i think the game WANTS you to fall into that trap, only to realize your mistake in underestimating gonta after the reveal. god...... ofc using gonta as a scapegoat to save himself was horrible of kokichi, whether he felt good about it himself or not. But i feel like him using gonta in that way was the closest anyone ever came to not underestimating gonta. he knew gonta could pull it off and no one else could beleive he could even after the reveal because they thought gonta was TOO STUPID!!!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!! man.... i'm rambling too lol we are shaking hands with tragic gonta thoughts 🤝🤝🤝

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everyoneisgayandtrans · 5 months

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Got called another slur in the replies to one of my more popular posts again. I wanted to say something smart-ass in response, but I settled on the old block-report-and-move-on. A tactic I very much encourage.

Funny (well not really funny but you know) thing about it is I was called a trans slur, which does not apply to me as I am in fact cisgender. I know, I know, it kind of breaks the lore that the "Everyone Is Gay and Transgender" guy is cis, and it's heartbreaking.

If it helps I say I'm cis, but technically I'm like... 80-95% cisgender. I've experimented with cross-dressing in the past and found the experience enjoyable. I'm also the kind of guy that likes to play as girls in games because they're prettier. I've also tried going by he/they lately, but haven't heard people talk about me indirectly much. So I haven't heard myself they'd, so I'm not sure how it feels. But I have listened to some audios where the listener is referred to as a "they" and felt pretty good about at it.

Anyways TL;DR how the FUCK you be transphobic on TUMBLR?

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finding out my dad went on to have another wife after divorcing my mom and having more kids is just disgusting to me. he has two daughters, 6 and 9, my half-sisters. i’ve tried to get in contact with his current wife several times but i never get an answer. he’s doing well financially and the family seems happy on the surface. im just scared there’s something going on im not seeing online. he abused and manipulated my and my siblings and my mom and the fact that he’s even allowed to remarry disgusts me. he has two kids who i don’t think know how badly their and my father hurt his former family. they barely know who i am. and because of the affair, my two brothers whom i would give my life for are actually my half brothers as well. it’s just wrong to think about how i protected them, but how maybe these two little girls and wife are getting hurt and i can’t do anything about it. none of them are answering my calls, texts, dms, anything. it’s just really scary. maybe he could have changed. but judging from the bloodsucking drunkard i knew him as, its hard to believe those happy social media photos are a reality. it hurts because even if he did change these children probably have no clue their father made his own family sleep on the streets and physically hurt them until they gave in to him and his drugs and drinks. or how he indirectly made me, his 13 year old daughter, solicit myself to an adult man multiple times so me and my siblings could survive the bitter cold that night. maybe he’s lying to them and making them think im a delusional freak and that’s why they don’t answer. i would hunt down theyre house just to make sure these girls, my blood are okay but they live halfway across the country and im locked up in a mental hospital. these girls are beautiful and smart but they’ll never know the extent of their beautifully broken family. i’ll never hold them.

and i’ll never know the truth.

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a-blog-for-all-the-people · 2 years

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I'm thankful for...

Shit I don't know where to start and where to finish... I'm so thankful about so many things in my life... Sometimes I feel more privileged than the most "privileged" people in the world... Because being famous and rich is one type of privileged and my privilege is much more significant than what money or fame will ever be able to get you... It is really hard to put into words, but I'll try my best here (hopefully I don't forget to mention anything)... But before I do let me mention something else.

I know people out there that may be financially very comfortable, they may be one of the cool "kids" as we used to say in high school, they may be smart, good looking, talented and seem to have no certain big issues in their lives... Like on paper they have it all, but they really are missing out on so much more than the naked eye can see... I could be wrong here to be fair, but I would like to think I've experienced enough of life until now to be able to tell.

Of course, I don't want to generalize because that's always a bad habit to do... But a lot of times people that haven't experienced any serious trauma in their lives either directly or indirectly they don't have that emotional understanding and can come across as assholes or emotionless in so many situations... Just because quite simply it's harder for them to get it... They don't truly know how bad poor mental health can affect someone... Also(again disclaimer: this doesn't go for everyone and it's just my personal opinion from my experiences of coming across people like that), people like that a lot of times are so self-focused that they forget to form meaningful connections with others... Making them build obvious narcissistic tendencies... They reach that point that their so-called friends are just people to hang out with or future connections for when they do their own thing and need people to support their work or need some sort of stepping stone for their own benefits.

Maybe you are like what was all this for? I thought he was going to talk about what he is thankful for... Well now you'll get it... This kind of goes with it so had to mention all that... Because I am thankful to have a heart that beats not only for me but also for the ones I love... That I can cry on someone's shoulder and be someone's shoulder to cry on... That I experienced trauma and I can sympathise and empathize with most people because I know what it means to struggle... To wake up from your bed and wanting to go straight back to sleep because your dreams are better than your reality... I've been through it and I'm so thankful that I did.

I'm thankful for having so many people in my life that would be here for me not only in the good moments but also the bad ones... That I can say confidently that I have people that love me and truly care for me... That I have friends that are real and would call me out if they think I am wrong on something because they actually bother to help me by telling me the truth... That I have a family that loves me and would do anything for me regardless of the fact that my parents are split up the care they have for me, and my siblings is unconditional... That I have siblings that would do absolutely anything to ensure my well-being... Of course, it goes both ways... I feel like the luckiest man alive sometimes with the people I have in my life, and I would like to think they feel the same for having me in their lives... Words can't describe my gratitude.

Lastly I am thankful for the simple stuff in my life... For having food, water, money, and any other essential facilities someone needs to live a good healthy life... It's easy for us to forget about those things because we consider them to be the default, but it really isn't... I am thankful to be lucky enough to be alive and healthy and having the chance to explore this endless of possibilities life... I am thankful for all my experiences in this roller-coaster of a journey called life… For the good that came from the worse of situations and the lessons I learned along the way… For being raised properly with correct morals and values… Also, for learning and becoming even better as a person as years pass by (I would like to think that’s the case at least) although the struggles are still very much there… I am thankful to you for reading this... I am thankful... I am just thankful for everything.

#gratitude #thankful #appriciationpost #privileged #unknown

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searchlights (we can see in the dark)

5x15 coda

eddie is elbow-deep in flour when he hears buck’s jeep pulling up.

christopher’s attention is still firmly fixed on the batch of chocolate chip cookie dough he’s scooping onto the baking sheet, so eddie figures he probably didn’t hear it. buck will be delighted, he thinks—he gets a kick out of surprising christopher.

he’s never said why, but eddie suspects at least some of it is because christopher is always so excited to see him, and when it’s a surprise it’s easier for buck to believe the reaction is genuine. that they really want him here.

eddie’s tried telling him his, indirectly and in so many words, but nothing has gotten the message across as effectively as christopher crying out his name and rushing to hug him every time he shows up.

except buck doesn’t show up, this time. eddie heard the motor of the jeep cut out and it hasn’t started back up, but buck hasn’t come inside. he gives it a few more minutes—maybe buck is on the phone, or maybe his keys are lost somewhere at the bottom of his bag—but when he still doesn’t appear, eddie figures he should go see what’s going on.

he wipes his hands off on his apron and checks christopher’s progress. “looking good, buddy,” he says, nodding in approval at the mostly-uniform rows of cookies appearing on the sheet. “i’m gonna be right back, okay?”

“okay,” christopher says, most of his attention on the bowl as he adjusts his scoop.

(“they have to be the same size,” he’d said earlier, solemn as he looked eddie in the eye. “for the bake sale. nobody’s gonna buy them if they’re ugly.”

eddie had wondered if maybe his kid had a future in marketing.)

he opens his front door to find buck sitting on his porch stairs.

“hey,” eddie says, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. “you planning on coming in, or did you drive over just to sit on my steps?”

buck startles, like he hadn’t heard the door opening. “hey,” he says. when he looks up, eddie is surprised to see that his eyes are red-rimmed. “how did you know i was here?”

“heard you drive up,” eddie says. “i keep telling you, your jeep sounds whack.”

“it’s just personality,” buck says.

“sure,” eddie says. “buck, are you—”

“yeah, i’m good,” buck says, hastily wiping at the corner of one eye. “just, uh, had a rough call. i didn’t really want to be alone.”

“you know you’re always welcome here,” eddie says.

what about your girlfriend? he doesn’t say. the one who lives with you?

buck manages half a smile. “yeah,” he says. “i know.”

“bet i’ve got something inside that’ll cheer you up,” eddie says.

“does it have something to do with the fact that you’re wearing an apron?” buck asks. “which, by the way, might be on my top ten list of things i never expected to see in my life. right up there with aliens.”

“chris wouldn’t wear his if i didn’t wear mine,” eddie says.

“smart,” buck says. “mutually assured humiliation.”

“excuse you,” eddie says. “i’m pretty sure this is working for me.”

it gets a laugh out of buck, just like he’d been hoping it would.

“come on,” eddie says, holding his hand out and helping buck up. “i know someone who’s going to be happy to see you.”

buck follows him into the kitchen, and eddie watches him shuck off his sadness like a snake shedding its skin. he barely has time to say “chris, buddy, guess what?” before christopher is abandoning his cookie scoops and hurrying over. buck crouches down to hug him, and eddie sees a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth before he hides his face in christopher’s neck.

“i missed you,” buck says, and something in his voice burrows deep into eddie’s chest and makes a home for itself there. buck sounds just like eddie does whenever he has to be away from christopher for a few days, like missing christopher is akin to missing part of himself.

“you were just here last week,” christopher says.

“yeah,” buck says. “it’s been five whole days.”

christopher laughs, and buck reaches out to ruffle his hair before standing up again.

“so what are you guys up to?” he asks, looking around the kitchen, which eddie is proud to say does not look at all like a disaster zone, thank you very much.

“i have a bake sale,” christopher says. “we’re making cookies.”

“i got the recipe from linda,” eddie says. “she swears they’re guaranteed to turn out.”

behind them, the oven timer dings, and buck’s face spreads into a grin. “guess we’re about to find out,” he says. “looks like i had perfect timing.”

buck and christopher both declare the first batch perfectly adequate, which eddie will take as high praise from the duo who barely let him in the kitchen at all a year ago. buck helps christopher scoop the rest of his batch while eddie finishes mixing the final dough, and soon the kitchen is covered in more cookies than eddie would have thought could possibly spring from the pile of ingredients he’d assembled some hours ago.

christopher slips out into the living room, and from the way he checks over his shoulder before he goes eddie knows he’s trying to shirk cleanup duties. but he lets it go, just this once. he puts on a pot of coffee without asking, knowing that buck would never say no to a cup of coffee, and clears some of the debris away from the kitchen table as he waits. he pours a cup the way buck likes it and hands it to him, sits down across from him with his own cup, and waits for buck to take a sip before he speaks.

“so, rough call,” eddie says. “the silo?”

“yeah,” buck says, wrapping both hands around his mug. “i guess you guys heard about it over at dispatch.”

“yeah,” eddie says, sipping his coffee. “yeah, they had me tweet out a warning to avoid the area.”

“good,” buck says. “that’s—good.” he sighs. “you should have seen her, eddie—i mean, i’m glad you didn’t have to, i just mean—”

“i know,” eddie says quietly.

“it’s always hard when they die,” buck says, “but—did you hear her story?”

“only that a woman went through a silo cover,” eddie says.

“she’s—she was a mother,” buck says. “she was out there with her daughters, three of them. they were playing tag, having fun, and then she just—vanished. the ground just gave out beneath her.”

oh.

“one minute she was playing with her kids,” buck continues, “and the next she’s telling them she loves them over the radio because everyone knows she’s dying in the next few minutes but no one’s saying it out loud. and i just—” he sighs, shakes his head, takes a long drink of coffee. “i don’t know.”

“tell me anyway,” eddie says. frank uses it on him a lot when he tries to avoid answering questions by saying he doesn’t know, and it always annoys him but talking about it usually still ends up helping.

“what if that’s me, eddie?” buck asks, looking up at him. “the girls—her daughters—they lived with their dad, only saw her on the weekends. and then she vanished. what if that’s me? what if i’m only here to be on the periphery of people’s lives and then disappear? just fall through the ground?”

“is that what you think, buck?” eddie asks. “that you’re peripheral to us?” buck hadn’t specified, but from the way he looks off to the side eddie’s pretty confident this is the issue.

“sometimes,” buck admits. “just, like—i go home, and your lives just go on, right? as they should, obviously, you two are a family and i’m just—”

“—buck, you’re family,” eddie interrupts. “even if you’re not here all the time.” buck won’t look up from his mug, so eddie finds his foot under the table and nudges it until buck relents. “i mean it,” eddie says. “just—family doesn’t always look like you think it will, you know?”

“but—” buck starts, and eddie shakes his head.

“no buts.” he stands up, mug in hand, and holds the other one out to buck. “come on, if you won’t believe me there’s someone else we can ask.”

buck sighs, some mix of exasperation and disbelief, but he takes eddie’s hand and lets himself be pulled up.

buck tries to release his hand once he’s on his feet, but eddie keeps holding on. he’s not sure buck is entirely convinced, or that he’d told him the whole story, but he figures a bit of human contact couldn’t hurt.

they head into the living room, where christopher is perched on the couch playing one of the several racing games eddie struggles to tell apart.

“hey, chris,” eddie says, perching on the armrest of the sofa. he lets buck take the seat next to christopher, because he knows how this situation is going to end up.

christopher pauses the game and looks up. “yeah?”

“when someone asks you about your family, like maybe a teacher at school, what do you tell them?”

christopher tilts his head like he’s considering the question. “i say i have a dad and a buck,” he says.

“see?” eddie says, nudging buck. “told you. family.”

when buck looks over at him, his grin is a little watery, but it’s there. “sorry,” he says. “i know—”

“—no, i know,” eddie says. “you have nothing to be sorry for. i know.”

buck just looks at him, open and guileless, until christopher shoves the other controller between them.

“race me, buck!” he says, and buck grabs the controller and settles in.

eddie crosses the room and throws himself in the armchair, watching the looks of intense concentration on buck and christopher’s faces as they hurtle neck and neck down the virtual racetrack.

buck’s words nag at him. the periphery of people’s lives, he thinks. i go home, and your lives just go on.

eddie thinks about the night he’d trashed his room, and how buck had stayed for days after despite repeated assurances everything was fine. he thinks about how right it had felt to wake up and find buck in the kitchen, to know that every night after they put christopher to bed buck would still be here. when he’d called buck at work about the grocery list, and buck had said he could easily grab some milk on the way home.

home.

he looks at buck and christopher, elbow-to-elbow on the couch, and he thinks, home. this is home.

he remembers the call from a few days ago, the influencer with the fake life. maybe she felt like she was missing out on a life she could have had, may had said. if she’d been born someone else, or made different choices.

eddie looks at buck and christopher, and for the first time he thinks, is this a life i could have?

#911fic #buddie #buddie fic #911 5x15 #911 spoilers #shush emma #emma writes

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sadlysoulx · 3 years

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Haikyuu characters falling in love with you after rejecting you angst

OIKAWA

You stood there, the clenching pain in your heart not helping.

"I'm really sorry, Y/N. . ." Oikawa gave you a soft smile. "But I don't think I can return the feelings, I mean look—"

"I know you. . . don't have to explain, Tooru. . ."

What did you expect? To return back his feelings?

"Uh— I have to go, my lovely fangirls are waiting for me y'know?" Oikawa awkwardly smiled, hurting his thumb to the group of girls standing aside.

You painfully laughed along, trying to ignore the stinging sensation in your eyes and the heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You knew he was trying to make things easier but for someone as smart as him, he didn't realize he's making it more complicated for you.

"Yeah. . ." You laughed, staring at the fangirls who you thought are prettier than you. "Look at them, beautiful and slim. . ."

Oikawa patted your back as of to say that's not true and you're also beautiful.

"I'm sorry again, Y/N. I hope we can still be friends,"

You smiled through your blurry tears which was oblivious to him, you look down at your feet.

"Ofcourse,"

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Oikawa stared at Kyotani sitting with you, talking about who knows what. He felt uneasy seeing you smiling at him and a slight pink blush dusted in your cheeks.

Oikawa observed that the two of you are getting closer and closer this past months.

He thought you like him, just like what you told in your confession.

Oikawa immediately called the boy to come and practice. He watched as Kyotani smiled at you softly before running over to where the other players stood to practice.

He stared over to you, where the heavy feeling in his heart got worse when you stared at Kyotani, with a longing gaze in your eyes.

That night, Oikawa sat there on his bed. He was rethinking his life decisions, especially that day when you confessed to him. He knew. He just knew he did something wrong.

The truth hit him hard as he stared aimlessly at the thin air.

He realized he liked you.

He realized he wants to be with you.

He realized he should have given you a chance that day.

Guilt began to smother him like a blanket. He had even indirectly said quiet painful words to you as if comparing you to his fangirls.

Oikawa slowly lay his head down on his cold pillow.

He decided to confess to you tomorrow.

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Oikawa held the rose in his hands tightly. He looked down at it and twirled it between his pointer finger and thumb, observing the smooth red petals.

"Oi! What's that? Is it for Y/N?"

Oikawa jumped and stared at Iwaizumi who was looking down at him and the rose back and forth.

"It's a rose, obviously. A-and it's actually for. . . one of my fangirls," he lied smoothly and it was a slight success when Iwaizumi stared at him for a few momments before walking away.

Oikawa stood up from the bench with a smile on his face when you enter the gym.

You were a beautiful sight to him.

And he wished you were his—

His smile dropped and so as the rose on his hands.

And so as his heart.

Kyotani also came in, holding your hand, blushing madly and looking somewhere else.

You're not— Kyotani and you aren't—?

Oikawa stood there with a heavy heart.

He stood there and listened to Kyotani's announcement that you were dating.

He just stood there as he listened to his heart fall apart.

He just stood there watching you blush and tighten your grip around Kyotani's hands.

Slowly, making sure he goes unnoticed, he walked to the boy's changing room. He locked himself in the stall, ignoring the stinging sensation in his eyes.

He leaned on the wall and slowly sat down, knees pressed up against his chest.

If he had given you a chance during your confession would he end up with you?

Hot and fat tears rolled down his cheeks.

Maybe.

If he hadn't played with your feelings, would he have you?

He sobbed loudly.

Probably.

He had stayed in there as the seconds rolled by. And as the time ticked away, the truth hit harder and harder at him.

This is it. . .

Oikawa exhaled, a sob escaping from him.

He had lost you.

Atsumu

You were used to see Atsumu reject his admirers, the usual long and half-sincere speech he gave them was all said easily by Atsumu as if he had done this all of his life.

Never you have thought that you would be the one of the many to receive it.

You blinked back the tears, making sure you don't cry infront of your best friend.

"I am very sure that I am not person that would be with you and love you conditionally—"

"'Tsumu. . ." You raised your hand up and sighed. The heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach is so suffocating, and the clenching pain in your heart isn't bearable.

So painful. . .

So hurtful. . .

"It's fine," you look up to him to see relief swimming in your eyes.

Atsumu sighed, slowly walking up to you and hugging you gently as of he was afraid to hurt you.

"'M sorry. . ." He threaded his fingers through your hair. "I'm really sorry Y/N. . ."

"It's fine. . ." You sighed, hot tears trying to escape as you press your cheek against Atsumu's chest. "It's fine, 'Tsumu,"

Atsumu pressed a soft kiss on your head.

"I'm really sorry. . ."

After that painful confession, you and Atsumu were still the bestest friends. He knew he had hurt you but he was a little happy when you slowly started healing.

He was happy. Atsumu is really happy.

Until he actually fell for you.

He knows you are the right person. . .

The right person but at the wrong time.

He loves how you lighten up when you see him, how you bravely diss and roast him infront of his teammates and how much an independent and a strong person you are.

He loves every piece of you.

The world revolves and the tables turned. Atsumu sat on the bus stop with you, ready to confess his feelings.

You were talking about how Osamu is such a great cook when Atsumu spoke up.

"I actually have something to tell you," Atsumu softly said, watching as you perk up smiling.

"Well me too! I have something to tell you too!"

Atsumu paused, he needs time to gain his courage. "You go first,"

"'Tsumu. . . I—" you looked at him, smiling. "You're my best friend,"

I want us to be more than that.

"I love you so much,"

You have no idea how much I do too.

"But the time will come when we would part ways and find someone to love us unconditionally,"

Atsumu froze.

You're not in realtionship—

"Atsumu, I have a boyfriend. . ." You smiled.

The blonde huffed. Is it really true? Is this one of yours stupid pranks?

Atsumu teared up.

No. . .

He sees the sincerity in your eyes.

"Oh— I'm—" Atsumu started.

You laughed. "I know it's a surprise. . ." Your turned back to him, smiling. "It's Rin,"

"Suna?" Atsumu croaked, ignoring the heavy feeling at the pit of his stomach. "Oh. . ."

He hugged you sideways.

"'Tsumu— hey! Why are you crying?"

"Nothing, I'm just happy for you,"

He knew he was lying, even to himself. He wasn't happy, in fact it was the opposite.

"I have to go now, 'Tsumu, the bus is here," You wiped his tears and kissed his forehead. "Bye!"

He watch as you went up the bus.

"Love you," he whispered, only loud enough for you to hear.

You smiled, tears stinging your own eyes.

"Love you too,"

He watched as you went in the bus, and watch as the bus disappeared down the street.

Atsumu finally broke down, falling on the concrete pavement.

It's only been seconds yet he already missed you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu angst to fluff #oikawa x reader #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa tooru #atsumu x y/n #atsumu imagines #haikyuu atsumu

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cyborg-franky · 3 years

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Stranded part 4

Law x GN Reader N/SFW Word Count: 1526

Weeks had passed since you had almost died, weeks since Law staid with you while you recovered, weeks since you decided to drop the attitude towards the crew you were part of. You still didn’t accept your place on the Polar Tang with open arms, but you were grounded by gratitude to the captain. You knew you’d been a pain in the ass, a challenge to deal with, you being stung by the poison critter could have been an easy way for the heart pirates to dispose of you guilt free. But they didn’t, they rushed you to their doctor.

Who happened to be Law, that fact still surprised you, every time you saw him with that huge sword, his inked hands and arms, his smug smirk and his stupid bright sweatshirts you think to yourself ‘how the fuck did he get a medical degree’ regardless of his appearance he’d saved you. He’d sat by your bedside the entire time you were sick.

You owed him your life, you resented the fact, the obligation it imposed on you. But you weren’t ungrateful to what he had done. You weren’t prepared to die for the pirate, but you could at least show him a shred of respect on his own ship.

Having lightened up and calmed down you soon found that other members of the crew started to gravitate towards you, you had people who wanted to eat with you, talk about things, your lives before you joined the crew, what you hoped to achieve in the future and dumb jokes. The dumb jokes and embarrassing stories seemed to be endless.

“And then right, right Shachi fuckin’ tripped over the puke bucket and fell into the shitter! He got his foot stuck!” Penguin laughed dodging an annoyed Shachi’s fist. “Shut up! You tell everyone that story!” Shachi hissed at his friend, grabbing his beer with a huff.

“That’s because it’s funny” Penguin grinned, others around you laughing at the ginger’s misfortunes. “Were you at least drunk?” You asked Shachi as you helped yourself to another tankard of beer. It had been ages since you’d had a drink, you’d become somewhat a light weight.

“He wasn’t!” Penguin answered for him. “Look, we all mess up” Shachi rolled his eyes though no one could see, his hat covered most of his face. You didn’t think before you acted, reaching over and taking the hat from his head. “What is it with you guys and your captain? Is the dumb headwear club?” you mumbled dropping onto your own head.

“It suits you” Penguin snickered watching his friend try snatch it back off you, you ducked and wriggled to avoid him. “I think so too, you have such a pretty hair colour Shachi, shouldn’t hide it under a stupid hat” Shachi paused in his attempt to snatch his hat back, cheeks tinging pink, mumbling under his breath.

- Hours went on, drinks flowed, and your balance had decided to leave you. Barely able to bring your mug to your face to drink more as you laughed loudly at another joke Penguin made, Shachi once again protesting it half-heartedly.

“I think we should call it a night, captain says we’ll be surfacing tomorrow an’ we should get something that half way resembles sleep..” Penguin sighed, stretching his arms out watching as you and Shachi got up from the benches.

You lurched forward a little unsure of your feet, mind a little hazy as you nodded, thankful that Law hadn’t given you any duties when it came to the ship breaking the surface of the sea. Just had you on clean up duty most the time, as boring as that got you were thankful for lack of real responsibility.

“Need a hand?” Shachi asked and you shook your head, putting the palm of your hand drunkenly against his face. “I think that’s a yes” He chuckled and gently wrapped an arm around your waist to steer you towards your room.

A flash back of this exact moment crept from the back of your mind, you remember thinking the man was kind, he’d offered to help you when you’d first met too. He stumbled over the metal door frame and struggled to keep you both steady. “Oh, because your any better than me?” You laughed, almost falling back, taking him with you.

“Look, I never claimed I was any less drunk, but I have a better centre of gravity” Shachi mumbled trying to set you both straight once more to continue your journey towards your room. “Such a gentlemen” You mumbled, failing to see the man’s face brighten at the offhanded compliment.

Stumbling down the hall together, using the sides of the hallway to help guide you both towards your destination you heard footsteps. Both of you found your lack of ability to walk like normal human beings hilarious. Law, who was walking your way, however didn’t.

“Shachi-ya?” He frowned as he realised who he was trying to carry. He clicked his tongue and stared down his nose at the pair of you, you tried to give him your best glare back. “You’ve both been drinking” It was a rhetorical question, even in your drunken stupor you knew that.

“Yeah….” What did he even mean by that? It was obvious, maybe he wasn’t as smart as everyone assumed.

“Do you really think being alone together while under the influence is such a good idea? I recall that’s how we got into this mess” He gestured at you both, a shake of his head. How dare he continue to judge you for that mistake. You thought things had progressed enough that your captain wouldn’t hold it against you. Apparently, he was still the pretentious prick you’d met in the same hallway all those weeks ago.

“Come on Captain, it’s really not like that…” Shachi protested but yelped when you grabbed the collar of his uniform. “No, it’s exactlylike that Shachi, come on”

If Law was going to carry on judging you for making a mistake, being human, then you’d rather him judge you for your deliberately bad decision. Shachi looked between you and Law, the heated glares you both exchanged before he was tugged by his collar once more.

You were pissed off, rage rolling over you in waves, the nasty look on the tall mans face as he just stood there acting like he was above mistakes, transcended emotions and could judge everyone he deemed lesser then himself. Fucking prick, your first impressions of him were correct.

The worst generation got that name for a reason.

Shutting your door and turning your attention to Shachi who stood there awkwardly, inching the back of his neck, he was about to speak when you pressed yourself against him, lips meeting his. The man was weak, he’d developed a crush on you, lingering attraction from your one night together that had blossomed into something else. Seeds grown in the recent days of your kindness and acceptance with your new life and place within the crew.

“Are you sure? Or you just really pissed at the captain?” He asked when you parted briefly. “Can it be both?” He thought about your answer and shrugged his shoulders.

You began clumsily undressing one another, when you were both naked you blinked, you couldn’t remember much of your first time with Shachi, didn’t remember the number of tattoos on his arms, you felt yourself reaching out, tracing the designs with gentle fingertips. All the reasons you’d said yes to his proposal all that time ago started to come back.

He shivered at your gentle touch, his arms wrapping around you, bringing you closer against him, bare skin touching, he kissed down your neck, nipping at that one spot that made you whine, arching into his touch, he started to remember the places that had gotten favourable reactions from you before.

The heart pirate was pleased he remembered them right because you melted at his touch. He nibbled at the skin on your shoulder, reaching higher until you could feel his hot breath against the shell of your ear “I can’t say I’ve not thought about a round two before now” He sighed, his calloused hands running up your sides.

You said nothing, only offered a weak smile, pulling away from him enough to make eye contact, hands brushing back his hair and giving a lop-sided smile. The anger you felt from Law had spurred this decision, was there such thing as hate fucking someone indirectly? You didn’t want that to be the entire reason for what you were about to do, Shachi didn’t deserve that but with how his body was reacting to the situation you had to wounder if right now he cared about the reason you’d come together again.

Sinking to your knees you placed hands on either side of his thighs, he had a slight wobble in his stance, a hand coming down to pet your hair softly before you took his erect member into your mouth. He gasped, sighed, gripping your hair to keep him grounded. “Oh fuck is this a bad idea…”

#n/sfw #stranded #law one piece x reader #one piece x reader #gender neutral reader #one piece reader insert #shachi x reader #shachi one piece x reader

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fleursdemeduse · 3 years

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Remembrance AU: Everything Is Blue

I've been trying to post these every 30 notes, but that happened within hours on the last post, so I'm sorry for not being done with this sooner and for how rushed it feels.

Warnings: Arguing ; Mention of Death ; Mention of bombs ; Unrequited[?] Love ; Memory Loss ; Slight Stalking ; Angst

Words: 3.7k

You hadn’t spoken to him since that incident after the festival. You knew your harsh words you had all but screamed at him had driven a stake between the two of you. It hurt so much more to think about now. You had berated the brunet when you saw him. He had messed up and you needed to let him know just how much. But when all that had left his lips in response had been a sullen “I’m sorry.”, your anger at him just increased.

“For what? I want to hear you say it.” He didn’t have a right to suddenly look so morose when just minutes earlier, you had found him cackling to himself over plans. Your form had loomed in the doorway of where he kept the wooden desk. You didn’t dare step foot into the room where such a stranger waited. His smile hadn’t been the same one you had known all this time and you actually flinched at the sight of it. You felt like prey. And now, after he had chased after you when you had turned to storm off, he thought he was allowed to look like he had been caught doing something he knew he shouldn’t have been? He had already told you the worst, even if he hadn’t done it.

“Everything.” The answer had caught you off guard. You hadn’t expected him to be so earnest in his apology. At your lack of a response, he had just shook his head, rubbing his eyes. “I have so much work to do.”

He turned to walk back to his small “office” and you reached out for him. “Wilbur, please-”

“Don’t follow me.” His voice was firm. That had been the first, and only, time he had used such a tone with you, but this had also been the first, and only, time you had yelled at him. You tried to hold back the sound that escaped your lips. You wanted to chase him anyways, but you had a discussion with Technoblade that needed to happen.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to talk to him afterwards. You wanted to mend the great divide that seemed to loom between you two. But he didn’t seem to. He never spoke to you after that. Communication always came from another member; Techno or Tommy, more often than not. And now? Now you would never be able to fix things.

You still remembered the look in Technoblade and Tommy’s eyes when you told them you were on both of their sides. Techno had never once lied to Tommy or Wilbur about never wanting to re-establish L’Manburg, but putting Tubbo in the position of president had been done so fairly democratically. If anyone had had a problem with him inheriting the position, they could have voiced it. Instead everyone had cheered. You couldn’t fight for either side you loved so much when they were both right. Not after watching the third person you held closest to you get slain by the man who was supposed to be his father. You couldn’t lose either of them too.

Techno was a comfortable constant in your world. He was warm, funny, and the friendship between you two only seemed to grow with each passing day. You could ask him for anything in the entire world, and he’d give it to you with very little questions asked. So you helped him leave after Tommy and Tubbo set to rebuild L’Manburg. He was ready to change, he had said so himself. So much violence and carnage had left his hands permanently stained with blood. The voices didn’t help at all. You knew that. If you hadn’t have felt the need to help Tommy and Tubbo with the next phase of their life, you were sure you would have stayed in the arctic with him, away from everything that had happened. He had been more than happy to share the cabin he wanted to build with you. There would be a farm, he said, and animals. Your company was so nice, he wouldn’t mind sharing it every day. But despite how wonderful that offer sounded, you could only remind him that Tommy and Tubbo were still children and required more guidance than he did. He didn’t look happy about it, but let you go anyway with the promise that you’d come visit often.

As if anything could keep you away from your best friend.

When you returned, Tommy had sent you back to Pogtopia to collect the loose odds and ends that had been left there. It wasn’t much, just things that he had thought would help. But he couldn’t leave the process to run the errand. You were more than happy to do it for him. You knew he wouldn’t want the reminder of Wilbur, his mentor and brother in almost every sense of the word, being gone so soon.

When you had descended down the familiar walkways, you marveled at all of the buttons still left there. It felt more like a museum exhibit now than the place where the rebellion had bloomed. Aside from what you pilfered, everything had been, and would remain, untouched. Lingering in each of the “rooms”, memories about all that had happened in such a short amount of time started to haunt the quiet base.

There was a small chest in the corner of your alcove, however. One that hadn’t been there when you had left the night before the final stand for reconnaissance. You had been supposed to report back what you had found, but you had chosen to send Wilbur a message over the comms instead and visit the old library you had once called home rather than return and deliver it orally. Your leader wouldn’t have noticed either way. You were still back in time, so it didn’t matter, even if he had.

You knelt beside the wooden chest, opening it carefully. A sword sat inside, wrapped in a faded and torn brown trench coat. You ran your fingers over the material gently. The one Wilbur had been in during his death was a darker brown and wasn’t as worn. Why he had left it here, in a chest in your room, wrapped around some stupid sword? You pulled out the bundle, carefully unraveling the blade so as to not tear the fabric that held so many memories. lore was inscribed on the handle and you watched the blade shine with purple enchantments. Why in the world was this here? Your lips trembled as you remembered hearing Phil’s murmured recount of what had happened in the button room.

Had Phil not been there, would he have asked you to slay him with the very sword you held?

You dropped the weapon, hands clutching at the fraying fabric of the trench coat now in your lap. You hugged it to your chest, wishing its owner were here instead. It smelled vaguely of dirt and ink and the smallest amount of sap. There was no trace of the gunpowder you remembered perfuming his skin last time you had seen him in it. Was this how he wanted you to remember him? A former president who smelled of the dirt and sap from the country he loved and not the TNT he’d destroyed it with? A poet who spilled ink on himself rather than betrayed his friends? An elder brother who left quiet gifts for his friends and loved ones even if he didn’t know if he’d be able to see them accept it?

Tears stained the fabric as they fell off your chin like the rain that hadn’t seemed to come. Not even the heavens would mourn your friend who had fallen victim to the corruption he had sought to eradicate.

For the first time in a very long time, you felt completely isolated and alone.

L’Manburg rebuilt itself steadily. Phil had been a great asset to everything, and with the efforts of everyone, the place was just as thriving as before. You had made more friends beyond those who had helped in the rebellion. Your relationship with Tubbo growing more and more as time went on. He was a bright spot whenever Tommy or Techno were busy or otherwise couldn’t see you. You may have been close during the time of Pogtopia, but now it felt like you had adopted another little brother. It felt like you had taken the place Wilbur had left.

Tubbo would come over for tea sometimes, advice others, but more often than not, he came with new conversation points and stories about his week. He had been holding out on you. He might have come across as smart before, but the child was a downright mad scientist when he was broken out of his shell. You were glad he had been chosen as the president, even if it kept him so busy. You just hoped the power wouldn’t corrupt him the same as the two that came before him.

A small smile crossed your lips when you saw the boy across the river separating the two of you. You didn’t know he would be out and about today. You had just finished visiting Tommy, in fact. You would have invited him along. You raised your hand to wave but paused. There, peeking out from behind him, was the faded visage of a familiar beanie. Nausea settled in your stomach. Everything suddenly too hot and too cold. That couldn’t have been him.

Cold and empty black eyes turned their attention on you and you were suddenly reminded of a sword wrapped delicately in a warm trench coat tucked safely in your ender chest. You fled before Tubbo could see you too.

You avoided the spirit for weeks. Niki told you of how kind the apparition was when you bought pastries from her. Tommy mumbled about how forgetful the man was whenever you two had your weekly dinner. Techno described to you the odd personality the ghost had taken on whenever around. But you still refused to see him.

He, however, wanted to see you.

He was determined. After you had run from him so many times when he had tried approaching you both directly and indirectly, he sought for alternative methods to see you. The former president found that invisibility potions were the easiest way. He could follow you through the streets discreetly, see the expressions on your face when you talked with your other friends, stare into your eyes when you daydreamed at the docks and imagine you were looking into his once more. If he tried really hard, he could imagine that it was all directed at him.

Ghostbur missed you and he couldn’t remember why you refused to speak to him. You two had been so close. Did Alivebur do something bad to you to make you not want to even look in his direction? You wouldn’t even let him ask.

The rain had finally come around once you had stopped actively mourning. It was ironic, really. You predicted that the storm would be around for at least a few hours. Which was good. Crops needed watering and the air had started to take on a dryness that made your throat parched even with vast amounts of water.

You hadn’t predicted he’d come around with the storm.

Raindrops fell in torrents against the wooden pathways and dirt outside. It was a calming sound. You almost wished for some soft guitar to play an accompaniment to the natural percussion. The thought brought a sour taste to your mouth. Tommy had the instrument now, but the thing was old. Strings were rusted from many nights in the rain without being properly dried and the bridge had shifted from so much neglect. You wondered if the ghost could still play. You’d never find out, but you still crushed the curiosity the moment it had crossed your mind.

A loud knock echoed through your home, disrupting the incomplete symphony and you removed yourself from the warm couch you had been curled upon. You opened the door a little, trying to not flood your home with the storm that unleashed it’s wrath outside. A yellow sweater and red beanie came into view, but they sizzled in the downpour and looked almost like they were melting. Tubbo had told you of his weakness to water, why was he out in this weather? Why was he at your door?

“It’s pouring rain, what are you doing here?” You hadn’t meant for your tone to be as icy as it was.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” You took a small breath, closing your eyes as you tried to talk yourself out of allowing him inside. The small hiss of rain hitting his jumper filled your ears and you released the breath in a sigh as you failed to convince yourself. The door swung open wider and you stood to the side. After a moment, you looked at him again.

“Get in here before I leave you out there.” You watched the ghost scramble to rush out of the rain, and you watched him silently for a moment before closing the door behind him. Brushing past the ghost, you walked to your kitchen. You hoped some tea would soothe your nerves and the ghost would be quiet. Phil had given you a small bag of chamomile herbal tea that had lavender buds in it. He said it was to help with sleep and reduce stress and you couldn’t help but think he had gifted it to you for this exact moment.

You waited for the water to heat on the furnace. Once the bubbles slowly grew and rose to the surface, you pulled the pot off and turned before startling. Wilbur had been right behind you, watching the water as well. You recognized the feeling of hot pain quickly grow on your chest and you gasped, setting down the pot on the counter as you moved to pull your shirt away from the scarred flesh to prevent further scalding. Wilbur had yelped as well, some of the water having sloshed onto him. You looked up to him, eyes wide when you saw his arm start to melt.

��Sorry, are you-” The words died on your tongue when his eyes met yours however. The feeling of crying immediately replaced your concern. You missed his brown eyes. The ones that looked into yours so attentively when you were talking. The ones that flashed with his emotions, even when they were kept off of his face. The ones that looked like melted honey in the sunlight and rich chocolate in the torchlight. You hadn’t realized your vision had become blurry with unshed tears until you watched the grey blob of his hand put something into your own.

“Have some blue. It’ll be okay.” You stared at the mass in your hand, the small blue pile growing darker and darker. You looked up at the ghost, confused. “It’s blue!”

“Yeah, Wilbur. It is.”

“No, no it’s called blue. It starts out translucent and then slowly turns blue as it absorbs your sadness!” You scoffed, setting it on the counter next to the pot.

“Obviously it doesn’t work.”

“It does! You’re not gonna cry anymore, are you?” You turned to look at him again, freezing when you saw his smile. That stupid smile that shouldn’t have been so wide on his ashen face. You shook your head, turning back to put the water into your mug. It had cooled a little, but that was alright. It would brew okay still.

“Why are you here, Wilbur?”

“I told you, I didn’t know where else to go.” You slammed the pot onto the counter with a little more force than was probably necessary.

“But why me? You finally want to talk to me now? After everything you’ve done?” You spun on your heel to glare at the ghost that floated in your kitchen. The water on your shirt was cold now and sticking to you, but your face felt so hot. His smile dropped from his face and he looked stricken.

“I did something to you?” You bit your lip, feeling your throat tighten. How could he not remember?

“You ignored me for so long, Wilbur! I tried so hard to make things up to you after our fight, and what do I get? A stupid sword and a coat with too many memories attached. Like that would ever make up for anything! You know what?” You reached into the ender chest that sat in on the counter, throwing the bundle at him. “Why don’t you have it back, then? Load of good it does me!” You sniffled, feeling tears prick your eyes. You laughed a little, wiping at them with the back of your hands. “I feel so stupid. I missed you so much and yet you’re right here in front of me. So why doesn’t it feel like you’re you? Why doesn’t any of this make me feel better?”

The feeling of something cold touched your cheek. It was like cool morning mist before the dew and it felt nice against your flushed skin. You felt your lips tremble when you realized the ghost was holding your cheek just like he had the night before the festival. They didn’t smell like anything this time.

“Because I’m not Alivebur. I’m Ghostbur. We’re different.” You heard the sound of your tears fall against his hand before you felt them, but he didn’t pull his hand away. “I don’t remember what happened between us before he died, but I do remember you were very important to him, [y/n]. You’re very important to me.”

“You don’t remember anything?” You sniffled, starting to move away from his touch. His hand dropped back to his side.

“I remember a lot of things, but I don’t remember why you’re mad at me.” A half-laugh tumbled from your lips, but it sounded more like air than anything.

“I wasn’t truly mad at you until you blew up everything and died, Wilbur,” You paused. “-Ghostbur. What do you actually remember, then?”

You didn’t miss how the correction made a smile bloom once more on his lips.

"I remember saying I'd die for you multiple times." A snort escaped you and you shook your head, pressing a hand to your mouth and looking away from the apparition before you.

"I didn't think you meant literally. That was always my job, wasn’t it?” You felt him pull away your hand gently and hold it. The feeling wasn’t unpleasant, but you didn’t like it. His touch lacked the soft tangibility it once had and it was just another painful reminder.

“Let’s go sit on the couch. I want to talk to you again. I want to catch up.”

You nodded, your tears starting to dry a little.

He guided you to your living room, perching himself on the sofa before waiting for you to sit as well. The air felt tense as he pulled you into a conversation. After a while, the wind and rain slowed and were a quiet hum compared to the easy laughter and sweet smiles you two shared. You avoided the heavy topics. The ones that would make this kind dream dissolve back into the harsh reality that awaited you later when you couldn’t pretend like nothing had happened. Once the lull on his side of the conversation lasted too long, however, you turned to look at him. You were met with a warm gaze that held the spark of something you didn’t even know could present itself in the dead eyes of your once dear friend.

“[Y/n]?” You hummed in response. “I’m so glad I came here. You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe. It feels like everything was so devoid of colour, I didn’t know what it meant until now.”

You laughed a little. “That’s not my doing, ‘bur.”

Ghostbur stood and moved to look out your window, watching the sun slowly set. You hadn’t realized the storm had stopped until you saw the golden light wash him in a warm glow that made him a vision to behold.

“[y/n]?” You hummed again, reaching to finish your tea that had been remade over the hours. “Why didn’t you love me?”

Your heart stalled in your chest. You turned your head and watched the ghost slowly turn to you and you furrowed your eyebrows. What was he talking about? “Please don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you didn’t know.” Your mouth was dry, but you set the mug back down.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ghostbur. We were friends. Of course I loved you.” He shook his head.

“Not in the way that I wanted. I-” You watched him fish some blue out of his pocket and play with it. “I really loved you, [y/n]. I wanted you to be by my side through everything. But when you seemed to continuously choose Technoblade, I felt like I couldn’t say anything. Now, you’re hurt by what Alivebur did. I know other people haven’t truly forgiven me for what he did. I haven’t either. And I don’t like hearing about it, but it still hurts.” He looked so sad, the blue in his hands growing darker and darker. “We can’t even be together now because I’m a ghost.”

Suddenly his eyes lit up like he had remembered something. You watched him immediately turn and make his way to the door. Navy blue pieces forgotten on your floor. “That’s it! There’s so much work to do.”

The memory of soft apologies spoken in a ravine echoed in your ears. Your heart picked up speed and you stood, reaching out for him as if to stop him as he pulled open your front door. “Ghostbur, please-”

“Don’t follow me.”

How many times would you have to hear that before the words didn’t hurt anymore?

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