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pippastrelle · 11 days

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Bulletpoint liveblog of C3E91 let's go!

Second half: Crown Keepers

Oh, is this where the Crownkeepers come in? I heard that. Haha I always wonder what it's like at the studio hiding the fact that, like, Robbie is there.

AABRIA! God, I want to know how her hair and makeup is done. It's so different and so cool nearly every time I see her. She's got such style.

Moment to appreciate the music they play during the art reel at the end of the break.

CROWNKEEPERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! I actually never fully watched Kymal so the bunny woman was a surprise XD

The collaborativeness is nice, asking Anjali about her sister.

ahahaha god this platform. DON'T WHIPLASH MY EMOTIONS LIKE THIS! I'M CRYING OVER ORYM AND ALL!

….Me not having watched Kymal might confuse me for the next two hours.

Black lipstick will never not get me. Aimee.

Is Dorian going to reply to Orym's message??????

Good on Matt for starting off.

(Pleeeeease may they say this woman's name). Her character's Morrighan. Whoa, a champion of the Matron of Ravens.

The Crownkeepers have been having a real swell time.

(Fy'ra Rai has always been a great name to say). So, sent by the Wildmother to protect them.

Aww, Dorian feeling some consequences of his avoidance.

From an above-table perspective, I'm surprised they're all feeling so lost? I wonder if it was planned and if Aabria's going to suddenly give them a direction, or if they're reticent to set too much in stone?

OPAL'S BETRAYER GOD CHAMPION DESIGN IS SO SICK; I LOVE IT!

Sleep as an exhausting void… Creepy.

"Can I hear him?" "Make a wisdom save." Terrifying. "Shouting at you while running backwards." What a description.

I do love Opal, too. Such a situation but still trying to retain that image of her.

"We gotta get these chuckles out not." Whimper in terrified player.

I love Aabria's GM-ing in a lot of other things (ACOFAF is S-tier), but I think this highlights why I found EXU Prime harder to get into. The Crownkeepers tend to lack a motivating goal from the off-set, making it a bit hard for me to figure what they're trying to do and why.

Still, starting off with PVP might be the wakeup!

HA! Matt Mercer doing the ad read. Love it.

Spider Queen is intimidating and poor, poor Opal.

Holy shit, Opal's raising into the air and burning the forest. Hahaha make Aimee choose which friend to destroy. Awwww forcing her into PvP!

Goddddddd Aabria is the Betrayer God here.

Black eyessssssss. Magic second set of arms.

God, imagine being Aimee rn.

27 on initiative??????

THE DARIAX ROLLS RETURN!

At least Opal can communicate her panic.

HASTE ON OPAL???? HA! VENMO TO HASTE THE ENEMY!

The Dariax rolls balance Morrighan's.

Aw, sweet with Morrighan and Opal whispering telepathically.

Amazing image of stone cold Opal in contrast.

I like how Matt and Aabria pop in with lessons for the others. Nice to see players propping each other up.

CRYSTAL RAPIER? NICE!

"She's just a little guy."

Absolutely fair, seeing weird shit for your Betrayer God Champion friend and just wanting to knock her the fuck out.

Kind of Anjali to tally up the numbers as they roll.

Eeeeeek, ripping a rapier down her thigh.

OPAL DOESN'T TAKE THE DAMAGE????? IS THAT A REACTION OR????

TED!

Hahaha "if Opal did crossfit".

(I googled it. Morrighan is played Erica.)

Oh christ Ted's helping. I wonder how much Morrighan knows about Ted.

"NONONO STOP!" as verbal component for Shield is fantastic.

I don't trust that this is Ted?? Does Ted know Opal's fucked right now??

"Why's the first thing you do drawing blood?" Well, because it's D&D.

Haste lets you go get a hotdog from Arby's. Vax knew this well.

Aabria's English accent is so American-version-of-English but I like how it sounds anyway.

Let the ashhole return, cowards!

Yeah, Robbie, this is a weird situation. Dorian's just choking on his flute. Yeah, trying to restrain Opal is a good plan. NO! NAT 20 minus 1 + 4 plus 13. Aimee/Opal, go! Get! It!

Nice, Aabria, failing forward is a lesson we can all incorporate.

NAT ONE PLUS 13?? ROBBIE! Cannot catch a break.

T_T Fy'ra being betrayyyyyed again. Ooh, very very cool from Anjali calling for a flashback.

(We still never got the response to Orym. Has that happened yet or it that going to be the bookend? I'm curious what this is going to mean for the actual campaign. It's a really fun idea to bring in another GM for a section. Sure, more Actual PlayTM than homegame but Matt at least gets to play.)

Haha Anjali welcome to the DM club! I know about this from the Ginny Di video. Anjali DMed an official lego game.

Can they free Opal?

Ohhh. The Wildmother wants this? Am I misunderstanding? Shit.

They can't separate Opal from the crown.

Love how different people set their dice.

Never take advice from GM Aabria :P

Holy shit these guys roll high.

I hardly ever see people take the dodge action.

I do like Opal a lot.

So the Spider Queen is just trying to full take over Opal. I wonder if Teven or the other Betrayer God Champion had this sort of thing happen.

GO AWAY FOREVER??? THEIR MOTHER DID THIS TO OPAL AND TED?? Evalux? A splinter group? I'M SO CONFUSED AND INTRIGUED! THE BEACON'S INVOLVED??? How tf did they get it in Byroden? So there's a splinter of Luxon followers who split themselves in one life instead? God, I hope the main cast get to watch this.

…..And Opal has no memory of it. Will we ever get this information?

Erica continues to roll like a god.

The turns have felt both long and fast. I've still got, like, an hour and a half.

I love how Matt describes/contextualises things, even as a player.

HA! CYRUS IS HERE?!

ROLL PERFORMANCE FOR HANDJOB

A 7!!!!!

Bless is good. Dariax panicking is great.

XD God initiative takes a long time in a big group.

THE ROLLS! THE DARIAX ROLLS!

Ah! Dariax is a bard! Yeah! So cuuuute for the Double Ds. "THE PERFORMING ARTS IS WORTH IT!"

So. All of them are blind in the darkness. Awesome, awesome move, Aimee.

Hahhahahahaha right. Warlock. No spell slots.

XD It's such a long game. No loo breaks.

SQUIRREL SPIDER FTW

Gotta love Cyrus. "NO DON'T SHOOT!" The himbo persists.

….Matt, what did you get for the WIS save?

PALADIN COMES IN FOR THE SAVE!

Hahahaha "that could can see". Okay. Blind mistystep? …..I'm sure 8 will get it.

Aww, attacking your friend's going to leave a bad taste in your mouth. Lay on Hands is good.

I appreciate Aabria's helpfulness as a GM.

Fy'ra good teammate.

Opal, again, is amazing. I love how she tackles such complex things in her very Her way. Preserves drama and humour in her self-absorbtion.

I wonder how Opal washes her hair under that crown?

Well, some allowance for fighting when Opal attacked them? Obvs harder emotionally than logically.

Aww everyone got to see the memory of Opal and Morrighan bonding.

HA! LOVE FY'RA BEING COMMANDER!

Dorian is forever clanking with all the instruments he carries. T_T 9 to dispel fails. Good plan though. Until back into the darkness he goes.

I like the idea of going back to the Crownkeepers, especially as a perspective on Opal and Dorian, but I'm two hours into this section and still don't quite get the full significance of it. Which is a shame. I still have faith, but I think this encounter would be more enjoyable if I understood better why we were seeing it in the Bell's Hells campaign.

I've always respected Opal/Aimee going in on being the asshole sister. Getting to see that perspective.

The gem flashbacks are cool.

"We can both be coins." "And we're richer for it!" Amazing. Great pun. Love Fy'ra. Love Ted coaching Opal.

Max offering blind Dariax up on a plate. Respect.

I LOVE MATT AS DARIAX! SO FUNNY!

Con sorcerer is smart.

Aabria has no luck against Dariax.

I'm sure that 9 WIS will help perception.

BARDIC COMES IN CLUTCH!

DIMENSION DOOR IS A BONUS ACTION?!

I. Love. Opal. Aimee plays her and her struggles and her relationships with everyone so well and nuanced. Dariax is a well-done character too. Real even behind the humour.

I leapt too, Aimee. Holy shit what the fuck, Spider Queen?

(Fuck you, Twitch, for skipping, my god).

Oh god, Cyrus, don't die.

Nooooo, Dariax. Living nightmares. Him and Dorian seeing their nightmares.

Spider Queen Opal wtf.

Pick up next week? Huh. I… am confused by this. Interesting encounter. I liked the drama between the Crown Keepers. But, again, I don't understand the significance for the Bell's Hells? So I reckon next week will be first half Crown Keepers, second half Bell's Hells. Huh. Interesting episode. It was fun, though I really don't deny still being on the edge of my seat to find out what's happening with the BH.

#critical role #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers

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blindedguilt · 1 year

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🧑‍🤝‍🧑💜💧🤝⛔🌈☀️👔☕🩹💀💬🤫(either)😨(also either)❌🚫 |[I'd have sent some others but...]|

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 - Family by choice/Found Family 💜 - Friendship 💧 - Friends Due to Traumatic Experiences 🤝 - Coworkers ⛔ - Reluctant Friends 🌈 - Developing Friendship ☀️ - Friends of Circumstance

👔 - Strangers Working Together ☕ - One Muse Works in Service to the Other 🩹 - Friends Forced to Work Against Each Other 💀 - Enemies 💬 - Enemies Because of Conflicting Ideologies 🤫(either) - One Muse is Secretly an Enemy/Traitor to the Other 😨(also either) - One Muse is Using the Other for Their Benefit ❌ - Guilty by Association 🚫 - Friends to Enemies

//BUT WHAT?

//Show me. Show me now. Now. Now. Now. Now. Now. No-

//OKAY BUT YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS honestly like //I bless 1.3 everyday for the chance to explore a solid enemy dynamic between these two because *deadass*,,, they've had it all there? Both closely or equally matched in strength, having conflicting ideologies and DEFINITELY having their moments where that divide could have resulted in a spat if leonard wasn't such a fuckin coward shaking in his boots during the garrison, but the fact OF Leonard's cowardice and guilt resulting in that and Caim not,,, being completely batshit insane, not to mention that the stakes are high enough (The end of the world) that they're really mostly just forced to get along till that's over at worst and develop some kinda small bond of comradery and/or friendship??? over it at best is great, I'll def get into that later but then 1.3 kinda comes along and asks

//What if they DIDN'T have those things holding them back? Leonard isn't made a coward by a wish to die and his extreme sense of guilt. Whatever sense that kept Caim from going COMPLETELY batshit resulted in him losing all sense completely (albeit, gradually). That, AND not only is the world no longer faced with a threat that affects both of them in the sense they need to come together, but challenges their ideologies and philosophies on life (Particularly the Pacifism vs. Warmongering aspects of it) that causes them to split completely. Set that up with the fact that (Later), they both become similarly/equally matched at a completely insane level virtue of dragon's blood, and (maybe throwing arioch into the mix as an assist trophy, though she deserves FAR more) we have ourselves literally the most metal fucking enemies ever

//... Which forever makes me sad we didn't get to see a showdown with them in 1.3. Granted, the Arioch shit was fan-fucking-tastic, I couldn't have asked for a better alternative way for him to go out, but... *Sigh* ... That's where we come in though!! We gotta write either an alternative take where they can actually showdown or like a small thing before then where they can spat briefly (? But is there even really stopping them? XD) again and match each other's strength where they're both cracked up on that blood because damn......

//That said, at the same time I really do wonder what that proper enemy dynamic would look like between them in DOD1, but that begs the question - Sure, if it comes down to a fight we all know that Caim is the last one to back down, but that begs the question - What's there to overcome Leonard's grief and cowardice and uh,,, the concept of the entire world ending to get him properly mad at Caim?

//.... Iunno. Probably Seere. XD

//Circling back, their opposite contrasting natures ALSO makes their friendship bond extremely sweet and heartwarming in a sense, both in the vein of Caim's "Guess I care about this slow dumb sack of shit now, STOP ADMIRING THE FLOWERS AND HURRY IT UP ASSHOLE" and Leonard's "He's like an angry little brother if he was sent from hell. calm down please, where the hell are you even getting all that energy? my back hurts, i want to go home"

//Of course, they have their own multitude of reasons why they wouldn't dare actively show anything that could tip off the small part that's kinda warmed up to them, though they both show it in the smallest and most subtle of ways that I feel neither would really notice in most cases, though if it had stopped happening for one reason or another they may just sit and realise how unnatural or otherwise unecessary that kind action really was, in a sense

//I like to think it's a small part of their contrasting natures they both secretly find comforting or,,,, "enjoyable"??? but not quite or even have slight envy for about the other, Caim's "I do what I want and bet you my left nut I won't care about the consequences" attitude contrasting Leonard's repression and perhaps Leonard's peaceful, somewhat hopelessly optimistic "I wish we just lived in the kind of world we didn't have to fight and deal with all this death and misery" maybe bringing Caim back to that simpler time when the broad, general view of the world really was just that for him

//Of course, it's the main thing they hate about each other, especially at it's worst - Caim's willingness and eagerness to kill and harm a bunch of children who, in one sense are innocent, but in the other provoke a certain desire in the both of them, is as shocking and infuriating to Leonard as Leonard's terror and repulsion at the same thought is to Caim which is why Leonard's Regret is literally one of the most PERFECT ally chapters in showcasing their different characters still, as far as that kind of "brother-in-arms affection" runs between the both of them, I like to think they have a certain vicarious envy in regard to those same facets.

#voicelesshatred #||Reply||:Bri #{/i went off here oops dsghdfkjhfdj}#{/Honestly tho; I fucking *adore* talking about these two SO much so thank yoouuuuu~}#{/Having played through Ending A today and realising how fucking *necessary* it was to use allies; even at level 80; made me think about}#{/their dynamic again}#{/STILL THOUGH. I WANT TO SEE THE OTHERS.}#{/PLEASE.}

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kokokerome · 4 months

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Imagine being an anon account of someone who is pushing thirty and hangs around other people who are pushing thirty and antagonizing a younger adult who spoke up about the abuse and trolling they received because of generic princess furries. Couldn't be me.

WhiteKnife is an absolutely disgusting as a person. You gotta love the fact that they present themselves as a crusader for bad behavior, but is just vile, malicious, and vindictive as any other internet troll. I mean if they wanted you to learn from your mistakes, why do they mock and belittle you publicly for your responses instead of chatting to you privately? And the fact that they're ALSO using that minor's previous situation to boost they're weird account says a lot about them being a pathetic person for sure. They know damn well that they don't give a shit about that minor, your well-being, or anything that doesn't involve defending they're terminally online vile friend group.

They also claim that they can 'debunk' your responses and posts here, so what's stopping them? If you're going to talk big shit, then do it and from your real account you coward.

Sorry for rant, Koko, but reading over what happened to you and this unsavory person's responses just rubbed me the wrong way. Please take of yourself, you deserve better than these people harassing you!

its okay. Sometimes you guys get mad more than me XD. We have each other mutually blocked so idk why they keep seeking out my content.

If I'm such a vile and disgusting person you'd think they'd call me out on something terrible but the only thing they have against me is “stealing” (even though most of it ain't even stolen), weird stuff. I don't have the energy to care anymore though.

#kokokerome #Sorry I've been sick #ask

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papers4me · 3 years

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Fruits Basket,Se03, Ep 8 (part 2)

I finally got my answer on how will kyo’s confession of kyoko will be & how tohru will react. I love the writing, the pacing, the monologue, the dialogue, the facial expressions, tohru’s reaction, kyo’s rejection & tohru’s shock. Even yuki & akito’s involvement! All of it was a chef’s kiss!

I went & watched lots of eps of se01 & 2 & I’m loving all the hints they dropped abt kyo & how his trauma was looming over him all. this. damn. time! Unfortunately, it has reminded me of how much tohru’s own character exploration was diminished in favor of her being the angelic mother & the sohma’s fixer! but moving on & focusing on her shining moment now! I’ll explore her character here with regards of her trauma, real hidden character & future development.

Kyo’s rejection is the best thing that has ever happened to tohru:

(don’t hate me before you read!) XD~ just like you, I’m mad at kyo for hurting tohru & I feel her pain. However, the writer didn’t write this with a sadistic desire to hurt us. Kyo’s rejection is the core of the entire story as it is not only connected to kyo’s trauma, but tohru’s growth & yuki’s emotional involvement with the two, as well as akito’s insecurities. I have explained in my review( part 1) how kyo rejecting tohru was a logical progression of kyo’s trauma, the only possible outcome from his perspective, & the themes tied with such decision. Now, I’ll explain why this rejection is good for tohru in the long run:

1. Showing the hidden ugly side: (The timid, shy, self-sacrificing girl is angry!): Tohru’s entire consciously constructed personality is borrowed from elements in her mom & dad’s life:

She mimicked her dad’s overly polite style to prove that she is indeed his daughter, so her mom won’t be called w*ore & to console her mom, so she wont leave her. She has deep low self-worth issues. I gotta become someone else to be loved.

she has inner fear of bringing shame to her mom’s name, wants to always be the good girl so mom’s get praised for raising her. Thus, hiding ugly aspects such as anger, loud voice & frustration.

She wants to prove that her mom chose right by not neglecting her. wishes to be worth needing & loving for her own self.

All she ever wanted since being a 4 year old child is her mom. No other desire for anything else at all. Since her mom’s death, she’s been lost on what to do, who to be, what to want! then it came to her to stick to her mom’s memory & live for her. Living for a dead person is a self-sacrifice decision. Tohru just didn’t see herself outside of her mom’s influence.

Ever since meeting kyo, he has been encouraging real aspects of her character: be selfish, complain, cry, get mad, yell, look pathetic, expose unflattering thoughts, show undesirable side, ask for things, no, DEMAND things. She has been reluctantly following his advice & only showing that to him. His confession & inability to accept her love has lead her to show the real hidden tohru behind the “ i’m okay” mask:

The timid, always smiling girl is now showing anger, frustration, stubbornness & determination.

screaming her heart out: “ i don’t believe my mom would say that” stating her opinion in firm voice.

“even if she did, I have to go against her” the real tohru shows her explosive personality that was buried deep down! it is NOT mom’s life anymore. It is MINE. I decide. I choose. I want. My decisions.

“ why can’t you see that?” argues with him. Tohru, who is soft-spoken & tends to get flustered when others insist, is now questioning his decision with passion & fierceness!

“ I love you no matter what”. Say what toy want. look at yourself as a monster, a murderer, a loser or a coward. I don’t care what your brain or trauma makes you think. I see the real YOU & it is my decision! I love you ugly & pretty, sad & happy, broken or strong, coward or brave. I take it all & no one is fooling me or changing my mind. I’m my own person & I chose YOU.

2. Letting go of attachments: Learning to LIVE:

Tohru’s attachment to her mom isn’t healthy. It’s toxic as it hinders her from being her own person. To be able to love kyo, she lets go of “ listening to mommy’s words” . Apparently, her mom condemned kyo as unforgivable. Tohru knows the real kyo & doesn’t even care for forgiveness despite her mom’s alleged words. Breaking the toxic bond. She formed a healthier bond with kyo. However, if kyo is unable to accept this love. what would tohru do? die?? kill herself?? kyoko wasn't able to continue to love her husband cuz he died. her reaction was neglecting her daughter & roaming away in utter grief. Tohru mustn’t follow her mom’s example. Not all loved ones leave us out of hate. Some leave each other cuz of death (kyoko/tohru), ( kyoko/ katsuya), Others might leave each other out of current traumatic pain, mental health, emotional hindrance despite loving each other so dearly (kyo/tohru). If kyo despite his immense love to tohru, can’t forgive himself, they won’t be together. tohru can cry, scream, yell, but if he doesn't overcome his issues & come back, tohru gotta let go. She gotta learn to let go & not kill herself over what she cant have.

Kyo, on the opposite, gotta learn to hold on to loved ones! Let go of pain but hold on to real ppl not dead ghosts of the past. He must learn to act on his own desire & need for tohru. Only when he forgives himself, he’ll hold on to her. It is then, that tohru will decide again if she’ll have him or not.

3- Wanting things doesn't mean you WILL have them: (You are enough by yourself- moderation)

tohru wants kyo, the first thing she has ever wanted. However, she won’t automatically get him just because she now learned to demand things. There are obstacles that can stop that. Tohru must accept kyo’s inability to be with her now & live healthily regardless. This ties to akito as well. She wants the zodicas but she cant have them! Emotional distance separate them. What will akito do if she can’t have what she wants? kill kurno? kill tohtru? kill herself? will this bring the zodiacs back? NO. You are enough by yourself. She needs to let go & learn to accept that love means acceptance between the involved parties, emotional connection isn't enough.

-Realistic depiction of romantic relationship progression: (thro better & worse). EPIC writing!

It is indeed fate that brought tohru back in kyo’s path 4 months after her mom’s death & the they do share a mutual past: kyoko. However, fervor grateful to the author for writing them falling in love together isn’t due to fate, coincidence, mutual past or similar personalities. Kyo consciously avoided tohru while tohru herself struggled to understand kyo initially. The author spend valuable time building their romantic relation based on mundane daily life activities. They themselves don’t quite know when exactly that they fell in love. when they recalled falling in love, we see them cooking together, talking, walking, eating, studying & opening up abt small struggles.

It is genius that the writer will add yet another realistic aspect. While kyo was able to read tohru & approach her when she’s down, this doesn't mean he magically understood her & will forever be on the same page & never ever hurt each other at all. If you fell in love, you are bound to be hurt by the person who loves you back as much as be happy together. It is realistic!!! Adding miscommunication & personality differences enrich the relationship. This relationship isn’t just fluffy & lovey dovey. They have realistic issues that they need to work on by communicating. Even communication wont solve their quarrel if it isn’t done in the right time & with the right desire to connect.

-The weight & future lessons learned from of “ I’m disappointed in you” for both kyo & tohru:

Right now kyo is too emotional to connect & tohru herself is too emotional to understand his response. Tohru understands his pain but her low self-esteem prevents her from seeing that he is rejecting being loved , not rejecting her. He is not rejecting tohru as a person but rejecting kyo as a person deserving love. Thanks to his “ i’m disappointed in you” which really leaves no room for interpretation from tohru’s perspective. I love that!!!! Kyo isn’t good with words. This has been clear from ep 1, his actions has always been his love language, but now he couples bad words “ i’m disappointed in you” with bad actions: running away. This is a perfect opportunity to build their future relationship on a solid foundation: ( off course I’m not belittling their current emotions, I understand why each is very broken now, but I’m talking abt future learning lessons)

Kyo’s current mistake: While him rejecting tohru is justified by the extreme trauma & is logical from his perspective. This doesn’t mean it isnt’t hurtful to her. He chose hurtful words to push her away mimicking how he pushed her in the true form arc. Perfect example of justified mistake yet still a wrong mistake. Thus, kyo needs to learn the effect of his words, he shouldn’t be punished for the past, for tings her cant control, nor for fate. But he should take responsibilities of the present, of what he actually says & does right now. He must fix this mistake with tohru. This is a mistake that CAN be fixed. someone that he CAN get back. a mistake he CAN stop repeating.He CAN hold on to her with immense desire yet allow room for her to decide for herself.

Tohru’s current mistake: Seeing herself solely thro being loved by kyo. she cant see that he indeed loves her cuz he rejected her. Rejection in tohru’s mind equal lack of love. Her mom left her, thus her mom didnt love her. This respective is very justified due to her trauma, & it is logical that she reached this conclusion. She isnt in his head, she cant know whats in his heart if his words say sth else. However, having a logical perspective doesn't mean it is right. it is still wrong to solely exist thro what you can see & hear. Real emotions run deeper. We must take things with moderate approach. Tohru needs to have higher self-esteem, to allow room for misunderstanding without completely breaking down. In her future life, she’ll be in lots of situations where ppl could hurt her intentionally or unintentionally. She needs to take things with calmer pace & open the door in her mind for doubt & better judgement. As much as loved ones words hurt, to build a healthy relationship, you must leave room for communication & misunderstanding. Hence, you’ll get closer & closer.

Side Notes:

I love tohru’s faulty attachment thro only being loved back exactly as she pictures in her mind. it is so human, so real, & so endearing! Very opposite of se01 & 2 image of her being the wise, device-giving mother with right thing to say & do. Screw that unrealistic image! allow tohru to be real! best ep ever! Hopefully, no more of this tohru!

Kyo’s constant repeat of mistakes is the best character trope done right! so realistic. It is genius that the author used this trope to humanize the demonic cat spirit!! what screams human better than the most annoying human trait: repeating mistakes!!!! Kyo, my son! it’s time to learn! cant wait to see how the author will do that.

young boy/ adult woman friendship? Was that ever made without disgusting sexualizion? kyoko isnt much of a mom figure to kyo, she tells me abt a husband, child neglect mistakes, custody! he calls her old hag & pushes her! XD. it is friendship!!

i’m mad they didnt focus on tohru’s face when she screamed at kyo confessing her love.. that's tohru moment. Why pan on yuki? you could’ve showed his reaction after she spoke. The same thing was done when tohru confessed to Isuzu!-_-! loved her angry face tho, it was beautifully drawn, so thanks for that. XD

Yuki is forever the best tohru/kyo shipper & the best tohru-happiness defender. I love how he runs after kyo & yet checks on tohru! I’m curious tho, he didnt hear any of kyo/kyoko confession as he was asleep, only the the “ forgive/not forgive line” so, he’ll be wondering forgive what? tohru’s mom knows kyo? I’m excited on how they’ll put things into context. also, I LOVE YUKI.

I’m forever thankful that everything akito is pushed into next ep. The knife wielding action & akito’s dramatic outbursts would’ve stolen from the emotional weight of kyo’s confession. Kyo’s secret is the core of furuba since ep, 1, the entire dynamics of kyo/tohru/yuki /kyoko/ hat is established based on this ep. Shoving akito, too, would create the same annoying train bullet feeling of momiji’s & tohru’s ep (ep 5 & 6). Emotional scenes pushed together with lesser time for the respective characters to have their well-deserved focus.

This is the most I am attached & satisfied with furuba! it scares me since ep 9 continues the climax. My fears of potential dramatic animation since the knife is there! moreover, akito’s own animation is always over the top. I hope they tone it down to portray her as a human more than a maniac.

Also, I hope they dont drag the climax more than that. What more you can shove in the dramatic raining weather. Tohru/kyo scene here matched the true arc scene bringing back parallel. Now akito/tohru raining scene next ep will match se02, ep10 scene. Now, what will the author do to defuse the climax? Often writing the falling action is harder than the climax itself. Falling action doesnt mean happy times & solving issues. It means dealing with the consequences of the climax. Let’s see what the writer has in store.

Based on the flashbacks, Kyoko didnt have ill feelings with kyo!!!! Until the last time he saw her as a child, she was happy with him. Even when he pushed her, she took it as a childlike behavior. at the accident, she didnt have much time to have any ill feelings. No way she thought he pushed her, no way she thought he could’ve saved her. So if she really recognized him, why would she say “ I wont forgive you”? it doesnt make sense at all. Kyoko doesn't hate kyo!!!! So, either he imagined, which is sth that I’ll hate so much! I spent so much emotions attached to a non existant words! NO. plz! NO!! Other possibility, she said sth else closer to the words! but then again how would we know? I NEED to know! ~ as expected, I’m still attached to this damn line! XD.

Kyo depressed in the mountains after kyoko’s death was very vaguely referenced in (1) se01, ep24 when kyo talked to kazuma! oh shoot! (2) in se02, sp 2 when kazuma thought back to kyo nearly killing himself in depression before meeting the dad, (3) in se02, ep 9 when kyo trampled on the flower! oof! i love this subtle style of writing! connecting the emotional dots! EPIC!

Various characters throut seasons 1, 2 & 3 noticed the real gentle kyo towards tohru: (1) Isuzu’s “ I hope tohru meets someone like haru, to gently open the door” se02, ep19. (2) Momiji having faith that kyo is the right person for tohru & pushing him, (3) yuki constantly musing over tohru/kyo love & drawing inspiration on wanting “ his own person to love like them” (3) Kisa saying kyo is kind to tohru se3, (4) shigure saying, you are exclusively kind to tohru se02, (5) Airisa saying, when will kyo confess in se01, (6) hana saying, marry my sister in the play & pushing him to not be locked! (7) yuki kicking him for saying “ its not your business” to tohru in kyoto trip, (8) kakeru saying “ kyo’s her boyfriend? “ AA~~~~ the whole cast know & can see his love to her!!! TOHRU! He doesnt hate you! KYO!! the entire cast thinks you DESERVE HER & is KIND! not a monster! Is there an image set of those moments of the cast saying that here in tumblr? kindly mention me to see it! I fear going to the tags & seeing spoilers T_T.

#Fruits Basket #Anime Only #Tohru Honda #kyo sohma #happy paper #final season #part 2

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xiaoyunenigma · 2 years

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My Mech's a Tsundere! (Heatwave X Blades)

A/N: XD I think we all can agree that Heatwave is a total classic Tsundere 😩🤌✨

My guy bullies the heck out of Blades but he's Also the guy to massacre ANYONE whom dares to lay a single finger on our precious lil baby😩😭👌

I finished my wattpad writing early so hhehe, that means more time to write another fic!

AND YES, I TAKE INSPO FROM SONGS AKSHEHDHSGS-

Enjoy~

Edit: As I finished writing this, I realised that I remembered scrolling through @bonanza_marco(twitter) old comic about Heatwave (or was it Blades? ) getting hurt and well...😂😂I ended up with angst which is something similar to theirs? 😩✨😭❤️

(their art is AMAZING I SIMP FOR THEIR HEATBLADES ART 😭😭👏👏✨❤️❤️)

OwO, enjoy this late night chapter!

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"Blades, stop being a coward!"

"Blades, a little more courage on the mission?"

"Damn it Blades, why are you so squirmish all the time!?"

"Primus, Blades-"

"SORRY FOR BEING A WEAK MECH THEN, HEATWAVE! NOT EVERYONE WAS FORGED FOR GREATNESS LIKE YOU!" Heatwave snapped and transformered, flying off to God knows where.

"Tsk." The Rescue Bot leader clicked his glossa in frustration and punched the wall, taking out his anger with his fist.

"Don't you think you're pushing him too hard, Heatwave? He is the youngest among us..." Boulders asked, unsure of the situation.

Apparently, the fire bot has been nagging on the poor helicopter for the past few days and it took a toll on Blades, but the mech held it in.

Finally, he exploded today.

"Pfft- you call that being hard? I've seen worse during my days at the Academy. This is nothing at all!" Heatwave grunted, throwing another punch to the wall, denting it.

"If you could, kindly not lay damage to the wall. Chief does not see fond to us destroying our quarters." Chase advised, stopping Heatwave's servo with his own.

The red mech shrugged the police bot's hands away in annoyance, still frustrated about a certain yellow and white bot.

"He's gotta learn how to man up, as Cody would say." Heatwave defended, crossing his arms on his chassis. "You guys are just being too soft on him. He's been sheltered by us too long that he failed to use his own courage to do stuff. We can't have that on our team!"

"But-" Boulders and Chase said in unison, only to be cut off by their leader.

"This argument is done. I'm going out, don't bother following me." Heatwave growled and changed into vehicle mode, speeding off base.

~Meanwhile, on Blades's side...

"I didn't ask to be weak, you know..." Blades sniffled as he sat before Francine Greene, the daughter of the brilliant scientist, Doc Greene.

The poor mech had elaborated his dilemmas to the girl, venting out his frustration in sorrow.

"Aww, Blades! You're not that bad! I've seen you and Dani in action countless times! Trust me, you're doing great!" Frankie assured, patting his large servos.

"That's not what Heatwave said to me." The helicopter replied sulkily, yellow optics dimming in tune with his emotions.

"When someone is frustrated or angry, they tend to say things that they don't mean to." Francine explained, casting the mech a tender smile.

"That's not very nice. Words do hurt sometimes... All the time, actually." Blades said, furrowing his optic ridges. "Well, besides Dani and her forceful gesture to my control panels, of course."

Chuckling, the young Greene shook her head in amusement at the troubled mech.

"What's so funny?" Blades whined, his rotters drooping downwards.

"You know, I may be just a kid but I know love when I see one." Frankie said, eyes twinkling with ideas. "And I think Heatwave's got a thing for you."

"Yeah. Bullying; his favourite past time activity." Blades rolled his optics. "Come to think about it, he would still nag at me during mission, so I think it's just a normal thing on his daily to-do list."

"No! I mean, isn't it obvious though? He targets you and ONLY you all the time! You're his main point, Blades!" the girl explained, waving her hands in the air.

"I know!" Blades said, mimicking her actions. "I'm his easy target!" he groaned and set his servos on his kneeguards.

Frankie face-palmed at the mech's obliviousness. "Blades, I don't think we're on the same page here."

"What page? Are we talking about books now?" He asked, tilting his helm innocently.

"No-"

BEEP!

"What was THAT?!" Blades yelped, looking around for the sudden noise.

"Sorry, it's my watch. It's 8pm now Blades, the sun has already set." Frankie pointed out to her window.

"Scrap! Sorry I took too long of your time, Frankie! I wanted to talk to someone besides Cody because SOMEONE is there. UGH!" Blades apologised before transforming into his vehicle mode. "Bye Frankie, thanks for hearing me out!" he swiftly flew away.

"-Though I'm still not happy with Heatwave's action..." the mech said as he flew above the clouds.

Normally he would do ANYTHING to NOT fly high but he was a robot in disguise, he had a cover to keep.

"Maybe I should-"

BOOOMM!!

The poor bot struck jackpot on having the worst luck for the week.

He got STRUCK by a lightning.

"AAAHHH!" Blades yelled, teetering sideways as he dropped altitude. "MAYDAY! MAYDAY! GUYS, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!" Blades yelled through the comms, but no one picked up due to the sudden blow messing up his commlinks.

The poor bot crash-landed at a secluded rainforest, which made things even worse.

"O-Ow..."he winced, prying away sharp splinters as his systems blared signals, warning him of his injuries. "H-Heatwave..." he called out again, subconsciously choosing the leader out of the rest of the team.

Not Dani, not Chief, not Chase and certainly not Cody.

No one...except Heatwave.

Said mech wasn't fairing any better too. The mech may be hot-headed, but he meant well for team, especially Blades.

Too well, actually.

Like the idiom goes 'someone's bark is worse than their bite', the red mech hadn't actually mean his words fully. He was just...worried for the guy.

His. Guy.

"Where are you, Blades...?" Heatwave asked to himself, turning on his headlights as he drove down the winding roads of Griffin Rock.

The troubled mech halted in his wheels as he saw smoke appearing from the forest beyond him.

"That's gotta be Blades!" Heatwave said, choosing to gamble his assumption this time for the sake of his mech.

Thunderstorm continued to brew hard and the unrelenting rain pelted harshly onto Heatwave's windscreen, but he paid no attention to them.

'Come on Heatwave, answer my calls damn you!'

As you can see, the Rescue Bot leader HAD been trying to get in contact with the helicopter for the past hour now, but to no avail.

After what seems to be an eternity, Heatwave arrived at the smoking area.

"BLADES! WHERE ARE YOU?!" Heatwave yelled, pushing away thick bushes.

Lo and behold, the very mech he was looking for is right in front of him, clutching his sides in pain.

"BLADES!" Heatwave said, mortified. Skidding to his side, the firetruck swiftly assessed the situation, checking to make sure the helicopter was still alive.

"Y-You...c-came..." Blades rasped, wincing as he tried to sit up.

"Of course I'd come!" Heatwave replied, shocked at his statement. "How can I not?!"

"W-Well, I g-guess...you're... right a-after all... I'm... weak..." Blades murmured, losing consciousness.

"No no no- YOU STAY ONLINE, BLADES!" Heatwave ROARED. Growling, he gently lifted the injured mech up, shutting his optics as he heard the pained whines from Blades.

"You're NOT WEAK! YOU HEAR ME!?" Heatwave yelled as he pounded back to base, sprinting as fast as he could with the injured bot in his arms. "YOU WILL PULL THROUGH THIS, PRIMUS-DAMN YOU!"

"H-Heatwave... "

"THAT'S AN ORDER!" Heatwave's voice cracked as his vision went blurry but kept moving.

After all, they were racing against time.

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Heatwave didn't bother to remember how long he stayed by Blades side as he saw the mech peacefully in stasis on the medical berth as Ratchet worked on him. The yellow and white mech's injuries were so major that Ratchet was forced to groundbridge in to repair the mech.

"He is safe now. Just let him rest and keep away from flying for the period of time, okay?" Ratchet advised, putting away his medical tool.

"Will do. Thank you for your help, Ratchet." Heatwave monotonously replied, optics still trained on Blades.

"One more thing." Ratchet said, making the mech face the old medic.

"Yes sir?"

"I know that look. You're clearly smitten with him. Just let it out Heatwave. Because if anything, that mech has returned the same feelings to you since day one." The grumpy medic huffed. His toolbox dangled by his side as the worn-out ambulance advised the stubborn firetruck.

"It's not-"

"You finish the fragging sentence, I bloody dare you." Ratchet growled, raising his wrench in the air. Heatwave backtracked his words and kept quiet, slowly digesting the doctor's words.

"You keep playing around with the mech any longer, and you'll live to regret it." Ratchet added, his words stinging the Rescue team leader's spark.

"But I-I..."

"Seems innocent, right? Calling him out and plucking his mistakes on a daily basis?"

"HOW DID YOU KNOW?!"

"Oh, I don't; thanks for proving my theory correct." Ratchet smirked victoriously. "I'm a doctor, Heatwave. That's like asking you how the hell are you able to put out fire;that's your job and so is mine in this scenario."

"Right..."

"Even so-"

"H-Heatwave is n-nice...J-Just not e-everyday...." Blades suddenly cut in, scaring the scrap out of Heatwave.

"Blades!" the mech cried out, clutching Blades's servo with care.

"Hmph. My work is done. Excuse me, if you'd please." Ratchet grunted and walked into the bridge, dissappearing through the swirling portal.

"You stayed alive."Heatwave commented, averting his optics from Blades.

"A b-bot forced me t-to make sure I-I stay a-alive." Blades smiled softly. "And that mech... He's reaaaaallly a-annoying... But I won't have him any other way."

Blinking a few times, Heatwave finally snapped out of his daze and chuckled deeply, dropping his tensed shoulders after long last.

"Yeah. And that injured bot? He's the bravest mech I've ever known... But somehow, the other bot, the bossy one, just feels so overprotective of that guy and he blames himself every time the clumsy one gets into trouble." Heatwave casted a brief sad look before replacing it with his picture-perfect smile.

Though, the mech is just a shitty person. A total jerk, I tell ya... But he is also the one who wants to protect the other guy from harms or scary movies. " Heatwave sighed and rubbed the injured mech's helm. "All the time." he whispered into Blades audial receptors.

"P-Promise?" The helicopter replied, voicing going soft at the end as he pressed his face plate close to Heatwave's chassis.

Heatwave sighed in content and nodded, placing a soft peck to his forehelm as he replied the dozing helicopter.

"You have my very word."

#transformers rescue bots #transformers #rescue bots #heatwave #Blades #Rescuebots Heatwave #Rescuebots Blades #HeatBlades

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bluemoonbeam15 · 3 years

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After whatever happened with the bird, Hopper awakes somewhere as a human guy. What will happen now?

Okay, so I was just gonna write out this little drabble but then my brain was like, "WE GOTTA DRAW IT!"

So...here you go XD

My humanized version of Hopper!

This took me so long so I didn't do Flik even though I wanted to. But enjoy this and the fanfiction!

I'm adding Flik in it as well for more plot development.

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"H-Hopper!"

"You think this is over?" The grasshopper stalked toward him, the lightning illuminating his rage. Flik vainly pleaded as Hopper drew closer, eventually trapping him beside the bird's nest. He hoped Hopper wouldn't realize their situation before it was too late. "All your little stunt did was buy them time!" He wrapped his hands around the ant's neck, "I'll be back next season with more grasshoppers...but you won't!"

Just as Flik felt close to collapsing, Hopper's grip loosened when a chirp sounded above them. "Is this another one of your tricks?" he sneered down at the ant.

Flik grinned, "Yep," he choked out.

"Are there a bunch of girls in this one too? Hello girls!" The screech from the bird blew back his antennae. Flik desperately wished he could have drowned out that noise. It would bring him nightmares tonight if he survived this. Hopper screamed and released Flik. The bird jumped before both of them as the grasshopper slipped on the ground to get away.

The ant shrieked when the bird's beak came crashing down just inches away from him. He had to get out fast. The bird straightened a moment and closed in on the two. Flik tried pushing himself off the ground, but Hopper hadn't noticed his form and fell back over him.

"Atta run!" Flik called toward the rock he'd left her behind. The bird's beak slammed down close to them again. Flik was suddenly pulled back just as it tore the ground where he lay. He glanced back to see Hopper scrambling to get up, gripping Flik's arm to pull him up as well. "Let go of me!" He resisted whatever it was the grasshopper was trying to do. Feed him to the bird, most likely.

The bird screeched again and Flik stumbled as Hopper drug him toward the cliff. "What are you doing?" he tried digging his feet in the ground but Hopper was far too strong from build and fear to notice the drag. The bird lifted into the air and sheathed its claws. It grazed against Flik's other arm just as Hopper jumped off the cliff.

Flik screamed when his feet didn't land on anything solid. He looked down at the rising waters, the currents becoming torrent as the wind picked up. At this point, the waters were deep enough to drown both of them. For the first time, Flik was praying Hopper didn't let him go. He grappled the air until he had both arms wrapped around Hopper's, eyes darting between the river and the bird.

It took off in their direction, knocking Hopper off course from its wings. He struggled to keep the both of them airborne while the wind threatened to knock him off balance. Flik felt his grip loosen and he screamed, "Hopper! I'm begging you! Please don't do this!" He was certain the grasshopper was going to drop him into those waters at any moment.

Hopper yanked Flik up by the arms, baring his teeth, "Shut up so I can concentrate!" A drop of water crashed down on his back, causing his wings to falter. The two no sooner went hurtling toward the river, crashing into the waves.

The ant fought to find a sense of direction. Which way was up? Which was down? Where was the bird? Where was Hopper? Something wrapped around his waist, pulling him. Flik screamed. Was he getting pulled to the bottom? He was going to drown! He gasped when air filled his lungs and he blinked the water from his eyes. Flik coughed, whirling his head around to find the bird. It must have flown back to its nest.

Whatever had a hold of him pulled him through the currents until soft sand was felt beneath his feet. He was dropped suddenly onto the ground and the ant tried catching his breath. He held his head in pain, everything still blurred around him. It was then he remembered that Hopper was still around. Hopper couldn't have been the one who rescued him, could he?

Flik turned his head wearily and gasped at the sight. He scrambled back in fear at the monster before him. What was a human doing this far out in the country? The man was coughing, down on his hands and knees as he struggled to regain his bearings. He drug a hand down his face before pausing in the action. He drew his hand back...

It took a few heartbeats before it registered and the man screamed, looking over his body. "W-What happened to me?" Strange, it almost sounded like...

"H...Hopper?" Flik cautiously asked, not daring to move lest the human attack.

The man looked up in response before taking a few steps back from Flik, "You...Y-You're..."

Flik's heart dropped and he hesitated to lift his hand up. His breath quickened as his eyes trailed down his new form, "What's happening?"

"How should I know?" Hopper growled. He looked out over the raging river, "Something happened while we were in that river. Now..." he shuddered as he looked down at his body, "we're...human."

Despite the circumstances, Flik felt anger boiling inside him. The previous events were not lost on him. "What were you thinking? Running off the cliff like that! Are you insane?"

"Hey! I was trying to get us out of there! You and your stupid little girlfriend flew right toward that bird's nest, so don't even blame this on me! You should've been paying attention to where you were going!"

"I knew exactly where I was going!" Flik finally stood with his fists balled. Even as a human, Hopper stood a good foot or two taller than him.

Hopper blinked, reeling back for a second. "You...intentionally flew toward the nest?"

It felt almost like a punch in the gut for Flik. Did...Hopper not realize Flik's plan? Looking at his confused face, it almost seemed like Hopper thought the entire event was an accident. "I...," he lost that rage in him suddenly.

Apparently, it had been given to Hopper. The gras--er...man snarled and stalked closer to Flik, "That was your little idea? Feed me to the bird? What kind of--"

"Now hold on!" Flik had found his voice just moments prior to this freak show, and it was about time he decided to use it. "You're not innocent here! You were going to strangle me! Before that, squish me! I wish you'd gotten eaten by that bird! It's what you deserve after everything you've put this colony through!"

Hopper grabbed Flik by his wrists, coming nose-to-nose with the boy, "Believe me, kid, I could've done worse things to you and your stupid colony," he growled. "The only reason you're still alive right now is because I saved your sorry abdomen."

Flik kept his mouth in a fine line. There were so many things he'd kept pent up over the years that he dreamed of having the guts to say to this brute. Now he found himself struggling to even look him in the eye after he found a backbone. But they had bigger problems than the tension still resting between them, "We need to figure out how to change back," he stated quietly.

The rain was still pouring down heavy, only this time the droplets did no harm to them. Hopper reluctantly let go of Flik's wrist and brushed the wet strands of hair from his face, "I have an idea." Before Flik knew it, he was scooped up in Hopper's arms and flung into the river. The boy spit out the water in a panic before realizing he could now stand in the water.

He whirled on the man, "What the heck?" Flik brushed back his drenched, blond hair.

"Well, so much for that." Hopper deadpanned. "Looks like both of our plans failed."

Flik took his foot and kicked it against the water, splashing Hopper, "You're a real brute, you know that? Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"

"What? Like that bird, you wanted to feed me to?" Hopper wiped the water from his face angrily. "The only reason we're in this situation is because of you!"

The boy stumbled out of the river, "You were the one who was oppressing us!" Something was unraveling in Flik. All the events that had transpired were fueling this rage he'd kept stuffed deep inside him. Flik began picking up rocks and throwing them at Hopper, "Every...single...year...we had to go on the brink of starvation! All because you and your greedy hoard of grasshoppers couldn't do it yourselves! A bunch of lazy...good for nothing--!" Hopper twisted the boy's arms behind him, pinning Flik against him, "Let go of me!"

"You don't think we tried getting food for ourselves? How easy do you think it is to harvest in the middle of the desert?"

Flik slammed his foot down on Hopper's causing the man to growl and push the boy to the ground. "Then go live somewhere else!" He struggled as Hopper loomed over him, pinning Flik's arms to the ground.

"There are predators everywhere else! The only place bigger bugs can survive is in the middle of nowhere! In places too dead for anything bigger than us to live! We risked our lives coming here to collect that offering!"

"Well, congratulations, you're such a hero!" Flik snapped back. "I'm sorry you're just a big coward who pushes around anyone weaker than you, just to make yourself feel better!"

With only two arms now, Hopper found strangling the kid more difficult since he was trying to keep him pinned down. "Says the one who was going to let a bird do all his dirty work of killing me off!" Hopper pulled the boy to his feet, keeping his arms pinned behind him. He forced him toward the water, "I oughta drown you right now," he pushed Flik down on his knees toward the water.

"Stop!" he strained against Hopper, "We have to find a way back! I know you don't plan on figuring it out yourself!"

Hopper let go of Flik's head, contemplating his actions. "And who says I need your help?"

"B-Because we have no idea what will happen to us now if we stay like this." He craned his neck to look up at the man, "You really want to risk being out here alone? Humans are monsters, Hopper, you know that. They kill each other all the time. You might end up finding one who can pin you down."

As much as the thought of being subdued angered him, Hopper bit down on his growl. "Fine," he released the boy with a shove and walked back along the shore. "So what's your plan now, genius?"

Flik couldn't believe he was considering teaming up with this guy. Death sounded almost promising as he watched Hopper scrutinize him. "Let's go find Ant Island. It can't be too far from here."

"And do what? Squish them?" Hopper sneered.

Flik took that comment more seriously than Hopper intended it. He rounded on the man, "If you even think about killing them--"

"Relax, kid, learn to take a joke once in a while," he flicked the side of the boy's head. Walking past him, "Let's go find the island, then."

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This was actually really fun to write! I hope it was what you were expecting, Anon. I kinda didn't know where to go with the idea so I just expanded upon a plot already given in the movie. Sorta like another 'What If' scenario.

#a bugs life #pixar #human au #digital art #drawing #hopper #flik #this was really fun to write tho #fanfiction #writing

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iwrestlenow · 3 years

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Many More To Die, Chapter 5

TITLE: Many More To Die (Chapter 5)

FANDOM: Sanders Sides (Necromancer AU)

SUMMARY:

Lord Janus is a man with a past--and a drake with a treasure to protect.

Meanwhile, Logan fades in and out of consciousness while the king and his compatriots sort some things out--including the mysterious cadet's true identity.

Something is happening in Logan's mind, magic that he can't understand at his fingertips...and the palace dungeon master is hell bent on stopping it at all costs.

SHIPS: Logince (Logan/Roman), Moceit (Patton/Janus) and future Dukexiety (Remus/Virgil)

WARNINGS: more blatant violence against children, but nothing graphic. Also, I rewrote this bastard SIX TIMES and I’m still not happy with it, but it’s a long, meaty chapter.

Also, no betas, we die like men.

NOTES: This is based on the gorgeous piece of art by @gretacticdraws that can be found here. I ended up writing a ficlet for it, and then my brain got swallowed up. Breathe at me wrong, and I’ll write more…hell, who am I kidding? I’ll write more anyway because this? Is self indulgent drivel. XD

Also located at AO3 over here.

1025, A.A.

“...are you an angel?”

Janus turned sharply at the sound of the tiny, awestruck little voice. He finally pinned it to a dungeon cell across from the shadowy corner where he'd just sold his father's favorite pocket watch in exchange for information on Corporal Mori—a guard that had a nasty habit of roughing up some of the younger prisoners of the palace dungeons.

Janus was a liar, a cheat, and a thief—but he had no stomach for bastards like that. And anyway, he was well aware the corporal was responsible for wrenching Logan Berry's shoulder out of the socket. Janus liked Logan—he was far too straight laced to be anything but forthright and fair in his dealings.

It was the main reason Janus let him get away with the lies he did tell. If Logan believed you were dealing with him in the same fashion, he'd sell out his own mother. Janus respected that, and he looked after the few people he respected.

Hence digging up blackmail on the corporal—until the boy in the cell piped up with something so ridiculous it actually made Janus laugh.

“Angels don't have scales, kid.” he sneered, pocketing the letters he'd been given before he ambled closer to the cell. The kid couldn't have been more than twelve, with a mop of dark curls and lapis blue eyes that were currently so wide with fascination they looked fit to pop out of his head.

“Have you ever seen one?” the boy asked.

Janus hesitated, then found himself laughing again. “You got me there.”

The boy beamed—absolutely beamed, smile full of all kinds of sickening things like sunshine and rainbows. Ridiculous...yet it tugged at something in Janus's chest.

“Then you don't know.” the boy continued. “You've gotta have the prettiest face I've ever seen.”

Stepping right up to the door of his cell, Janus bared his teeth, his too sharp top and bottom canines on full display.

“There's nothing pretty about me. You'd do well to remember that.” he warned, all cold venom and as much menace as he could muster to shake the weird, squirmy feeling behind his breastbone that was only growing stronger the longer this kid looked at him like...like that.

“Is that why you're tryin' to prove Corproral Mori is havin' an affair with the captain of the guard's wife?”

Janus froze, suddenly vaguely uncomfortable with the fact that he might have to kill a child.

“You heard that?” he asked as lightly as he could manage.

The boy lowered his gaze, finally showing signs of fear—shoulders hunching, breath quickening. Good.

Then he wrapped one hand around his opposite wrist, wringing lightly at it and retreating a little further into himself.

“Yeah.” he admitted softly. “I...I hate it, I hate that I'm like this, but...I hope you do prove it.”

Janus didn't need much more to connect the dots, knowing what he did about the corporal.

“Did he hurt you?”

The boy looked up sharply, eyes too wide—only this time, not with awe. He remained silent, but Janus didn't need more than that look to know, or to see red with a swell of rage that took him by surprise.

“What's your name, kid?” he asked quietly.

“Patton.” the boy replied, looking even more scared as he lowered his head again. “I...don't have a Name.”

Another child necromancer. Of course he was afraid of admitting that—Janus knew what he was expecting. Fear, hatred, revulsion.

The fact that this kid didn't get that Janus understood that...

“Show me your wrist.” he instructed. “The one he broke.”

Patton looked up again, eyes still wide—this time with confusion, did this kid have any other setting besides doe-eyed cherub?--but did as he was told.

Making a fist, Janus took a breath and called on what little magic he had. When he felt the heat bleeding into his fingers, saw the ripple of heat in the air and the coal red shimmer of energy, he extended his fist and opened his fingers. The energy fled his grip and laid over Patton's arm, glowing bright before going swiftly dark again.

“It shouldn't bother you again.” he explained when Patton withdrew his arm back into his cell and ran his fingers over it in fascination.

Looking back up at Janus, his smile was softer this time, his expression so intense and...adoring that he couldn't breathe under the weight of it.

“I'm Janus.” he said, by way of responding to that...expression before he turned around and fled the scene like a coward.

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Two Weeks Later

“...Hart.”

“That...works surprisingly well. You'll get your books. I always pay my debts.”

“Past performance indicates this is an accurate assessment. Hence my request.”

“Oh...go back to bed.”

“Gladly.”

Janus stepped back into the shadows as Logan turned and promptly settled back down on his pallet to sleep. Much as he respected him, sometimes he simply could not stand the elitist little shit. He was still waiting for some parting jab over his shoulder for Janus's obvious display of weakness...but the longer he waited, the less he worried.

He stayed long enough to watch Logan drift off again, remaining in the shadows beyond his line of sight. He stayed, forced himself to stay, so that he didn't make an ass of himself or tip his hand to anyone that might be watching—if living in the palace had taught him nothing else, it had taught him to assume that he was never alone.

Once Logan started to snore, Janus finally let himself take off, flying through the dungeon halls that were his home—literally, as he hit the home stretch, taking advantage of his dragon heritage to propel himself forward with just a little more force and speed, letting him eat up stretches of corridor in half the time of a full blooded human.

He stopped just short of the cell he was looking for—the same one he'd visited nearly every single day since he'd met the angelic little necromancer that had managed to ignite every single protective instinct Janus had ever denied having. He hated it, hated to admit that he identified with any part of his dragon heritage, but Patton was, without question, a bright and golden thing amidst all the darkness that lived below the royal palace.

Janus had found him. Now, he belonged to Janus—and no dragon worth their weight could resist the overwhelming primal urge to jealously protect and hoard their treasure.

“Patton!”

The cot, a recent addition Janus had seen to obtaining for him, jolted with the force of a lump bolting upright, revealing a sleepy, tousled Patton blinking into the dim light of the hall.

“Janny? That you?” He hissed into the dark.

Rolling his eyes, Janus finally revealed himself, stepping right up to the cell bars. “No, it's the Animator.”

“I told you not to joke about that!” Patton admonished, flinging himself out of bed and stomping up to the bars with a scowl. “I'm twelve, I can't hear that stuff!”

“You've never quite explained that.”

Patton blinked, then scrubbed his hands over his face to banish the sleep before raking them back through his curls.

“'Cause...I can't.” he admitted. “It's...it's hard to explain? The Cleansing took my Name, but there's all kinds of little crumbs that sometimes roll through my head.”

Janus made a face at the mention of the Cleansing—the ritual used to strip a necromancer of their Name. It was horrific, painful, and it always made Janus a little bit sick.

He'd seen one take place in his life. It was one time too many.

“And that's one of those...what you said?” Janus asked.

Patton nodded so enthusiastically his curls bounced, tousling and forcing him to run his fingers through them again to sweep them from his eyes. “It's...there's something important about being twelve among the Necromata—and something bad about bad-talking the Animator. I think they might be connected, but I could be wrong.”

Janus felt his chest squeeze painfully as Patton spoke, free as a bird—like this information couldn't be used against him, like he had no idea.

“You shouldn't talk to me about that stuff.” he reminded him. “My father's the captain of the guard.”

Patton just rolled his eyes with a grin. “You won't tell him, I know that—that's why I tell you stuff! It helps you, and I know you won't use it to hurt me.”

“No, you don't.”

“Uh huh! You're way nicer than you think you are, Mister Dragon.”

“I'm a drake.”

“You're pretty.”

Patton did this every time. Every single time, and Janus...he was not capable of blushing. He did not blush, he would not blush.

“I know it's late, but I have something for you.” he blurted instead of responding, or blushing, watching as Patton's eyes widened, his smile growing impossibly brighter.

“No foolin'? What is it?”

Janus took a deep breath, warring with himself. He'd believed the stories for a long time—the evil of necromancers, that they had no souls, no morals, power hungry and constantly thirsting for fresh blood...

Then he met one. Then he was disfigured...then he met Logan, and now he had this fucking urchin that had latched onto him with perfect faith and trust, and he was so fucked up over it that he was willing to empower him. At least, if he was right and this worked.

Patton just waited. Janus lost his hesitation.

“Heart.”

The boy blinked, brow furrowing curiously.

“Heart?”

Janus nodded. “Patton Heart. They took your Name...I thought you might feel better with a new one. Something to be called, at least.”

The little pout his mouth formed had Janus's heart sinking. It was a stupid idea, he didn't like it, and it damn sure wouldn't work--

Patton's breath hitched, and Janus's attention narrowed to the boy.

His dark blue eyes were shiny with unshed tears...but he was grinning. So bright, so painfully bright that Janus had to bite the inside of his cheek to resist the urge to rip the cell door off its hinges, grab the little bastard, and hide him somewhere deeper and darker where no one else could touch him or even look at him. His treasure, his gold...

Suddenly, Patton stuck his hand out through the bars.

“Pleased to meetcha, Mister Dragon...I'm Patton Heart.”

Cursing under his breath in annoyance—not with a smile, he was not smiling—Janus reached out to shake his hand.

“Likewise—Patton?”

Patton was staring at their hands, features ashen. He was clutching Janus's hand hard enough to bruise—and he was absolutely trembling.

“Patton?...Patton, what happened? What's the matter?”

Was it his wrist? It should have been fine—if Mori came after him again...

“Janus, I...I can feel your hand.”

******** 1033, A.A.

Janus was not okay—and for the first time in his life, it was a good thing.

The north wing of the palace was reserved for ambassadors and other dignitaries—a good choice to keep prisoners, as it was well guarded and the guest suites arranged with a lack of accessible windows or too many entrances to reduce the access for assassins and spies. It was also lavish, with a spacious garden area that had high walls and sprawling lawns.

Watching Patton as Janus led him into the suite he'd selected among those available for the two prisoners to share, something restless and angry that had lingered in his gut for the last eight years finally began to relax, at least a little. Here, in the north wing, cut off from other prisoners, from cruel guards and the dungeon master, now Colonel Mori...

His treasure was finally shuttered away, locked up and safe. The dragon that took up entirely too much space in his skin was settling, knowing that his hoard was safe.

Leaning against the doorway, Janus glanced over his shoulder and dismissed the guard that had been dispatched there, content to watch over Patton himself for a short while before he would have to return to the king's side.

Patton shuffled deeper and deeper into the suite's main living area, as if frightened his steps would be too loud or possibly shatter something. His eyes were wide as ever, taking everything in—occasionally blinking hard and fast when the bright light he was no longer used to made them sting or water.

The part of Janus that had secretly grown to look at Patton like the little brother he never had was very satisfied...but the part of him that had been growing stronger over the last couple of years, the one that was haunted by those deep blue eyes and the greedy way he stole the tiniest touches from Janus through the bars of his cell...

The one that had woken up the first time he allowed Patton to touch his face, his scales...that part of him was keenly aware of the fact that they were alone, and that Patton had no fucking clue that Janus had been all but crippled by his pure heart and beautiful eyes.

“Janny?”

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Janus regarded Patton coolly. “What?”

Patton was in the middle of the room, facing him with a strange look that Janus couldn't parse. He was either distraught or...not...distraught. Whatever it was, the emotion was intense, making his eyes water and his lips quiver, and Janus was caught between bloodlust and the tender, aching thing that tortured him these days with every single second he spent in Patton's presence.

“You remember your promise?”

Janus had to think for a second, but he finally remembered the one promise he'd made to Patton that could apply to this situation.

“...one thing, Janny. Anything in the world you could have, what would it be?”

“Swear to me you won't tell a soul.”

“Pinky promise!”

“...pure blood. Dragon, not human. For the wings.”

“Oooooh, that's a good one!”

“What...nevermind.”

“What about me? That what you were gonna ask?”

“Fine, yes! Happy?”

“Yes—'cause I'd want to get out of this cell so I could give you a big ol' hug.”

“...Seven Hells, Pat...”

“Would you give it to me?”

“No.”

“Second chance?”

“...yes.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“I remember, Pat.”

Patton just stared at him, wrapping his arms around himself—tight enough that he was shaking.

With a sigh, Janus crossed over to him and, with a glance over his shoulder to make sure they were alone, opened his arms.

Patton all but flew into them, pressing his face against the scales running down Janus's throat. Janus held him lightly, carefully—they'd never been able to do much through the bars of Patton's cell, but Patton had an easier time of acclimating to touch with Janus thanks to the fact that he ran cooler than a human or a dragon. Drakes tended to run cold, courtesy of their magic.

“Thanks, Janny.” Patton sighed after a few minutes, relaxing in small measures the longer Janus held him.

Janus made a noncommittal sound, even if he was rubbing Patton's back gently, feeling like he was stealing something by holding him like this. It was perfectly innocent...but it was Patton. Pure, good, secretly conniving Patton, and he was letting Janus hold him like he was something equally good and pure and safe.

It was just more proof that Janus was a terrible person, because he didn't give a shit.

“Happy?” he asked after a moment.

Patton smiled, and Janus had to supress the urge to shiver when he felt Patton's lips curling up against his neck.

“Yes.” he whispered, just before he burst into quiet tears, falling apart for the first time in eight years while he let Janus hold his broken pieces together in comfortable silence.

********

“...sten here, you little brat, you may be waiting for the crown, but I've known you since—”

“I repeat: I know where the guillotine is. We can even slap him after! He won't feel it, but he'll flinch!”

“Remus, please!”

“What? He's basically calling the king a snot nosed child! Am I wrong?”

...voices. Voices, buzzing at the edges of Logan's self awareness, but only just...

“He is a snot-nosed child, and a conduit to boot! You can't trust the gifted—not the useless conduits, not the lying mages or the spineless Sensitives—and you damn sure can't trust a godsdamned necromancer! Now, can we please stop talking about this thing like he's remotely human, finish the damn Cleansing properly this time, and get my prisoner back into his cell?”

“Or, here's an idea—you could...say...shut the fuck up and listen to the king?”

Itchy. Everything itched. Why was he so godsdamned itchy?...

...threads. Everywhere, all over, there were dangling threads. The colors were innumerable, all glowing with varying levels of light. It was a mess...it was a massacre.

Something had been torn away, and all that was left were these threads, some long and frayed, others short and thick. All of them were brushing every part of him—soft, barely there, and absolutely maddening.

“...compulsion to simply stop living. Imagine—imagine the way you feel as you breathe. You don't think about it, it just happens. Now reverse that. To stop, to let go, to fall...that became the natural instinct. My father succumbed to the same insidious magic, I know it.”

“With all due respect, Majesty, it was clearly the necromancer. He's got power he's been hiding, and at the end of the day? That's what they do, they kill.”

“Eh, sounds like bullshit. No necromancer's ever killed anyone before.”

“You're lying. There's thousands of cases, tens of thousands over a thousand years—I've studied it! Graduated the Academy top of my class.”

“So did I—first in my class, actually, and Prince Remus is right.”

“Shut your mouth, Cadet.”

“When the Seven Hells freeze over. Read the military's historical records: they show every combat death, but none of them involved magic. Want proof? It's in the the Tomes, you'll see. Any sorcerer can show you.”

“No offense, toy soldier—I mean, you're cute as the Seven Hells, but you don't strike me as the kind of guy who can speak any of the Ethereal tongues needed to read the magicians' histories.”

“I can't speak them, not really—but I can read them.”

“How?”

“...I'm a Sensitive.”

“Well, Colonel Mori—I guess you just made yourself a new best friend. Besides me, of course...”

“...Remus, get your spitty finger out of the colonel's ear!”

“Eat my thick and juicy co...”

Warm. Logan was warm, a warmth he knew and understood—and being weighed down by something, a steady and evenly distributed weight that was foreign, but not so alien he wasn't familiar with the feel of pressure, from neck to foot.

...threads, more threads, reaching out from the source of heat and heft, tickling at the surface of his consciousness—all so itchy. He had to scratch, couldn't scratch...couldn't escape, couldn't...

Wait. The colors...that one thread, rippling with gray and white, silver and lightning...there was a matching one inside his head...

“...the plan, then?”

“The plan is, we get the necromancer healthy, and have him recall the king to life...Master Picani?”

“Emile, please.”

“--Emile, then—you were in the crowd today, with the rest of the palace mages—what do the people know?”

“The king was seen collapsing. I can tell you that I haven't heard any announcements being made...but the chit chat I picked up on as I was on my way here? Well, word has likely already been leaked from somewhere.”

“Damn it! Then the coronation will have to be arranged...and then voided once my father has been resurrected.”

“You know there is no guarantee it can be done, Majesty.”

“I do...but I have faith...”

...these threads weren't long enough. He knew where they connected to, but there just wasn't enough slack to reach the tattered edges inside his head.

He reached out, leaned out, tried to follow them back to the source—something inside, tucked neatly into the warmth and the weight pressing, cradling, pulling him back into his prison of broken threads and torn scraps...

These threads were attached to something—something whole, not the entire tapestry but a piece of the picture.

“This man is a murderer! He's a demon, a killer--”

“...King Roman? A word?...”

“Of course, Mast—er, Emile. Master Somnum?”

“It's Remy, gurl.”

“Remy—keep an eye on Colonel Mori. Help the cadet subdue him if he does anything stupid.”

“Only if I can get out of prison mage detail. Being the boss is cool? But I hate this asshole.”

“I'll see what I can do.”

“On it, Boss.”

...it was him. There was no question: it was him.

He reached into the source of heat and pulled the fragment out.

“--spineless, useless Sensitives!”

“You wanna see how spineless I am? Take another step, Colonel. I fucking dare you.”

“Oooh, catfight!”

“More like a two hit fight: I'll hit him, he hits the floor.”

“Disrespecting a superior officer? I'll have you court-martialed! Or put into the dungeons...you're too damn close to the Necromata, anyway.”

“We can't use magic, idiot stick, we can only sense or enhance it.”

“So maybe you helped the necromancer kill the king, eh?”

“Oh-kay, Colonel Morose. Back off.”

...this was going to be incredibly difficult. Reconnecting these shorter threads, weaving the ones together in a way that made sense...it was next to impossible....

“...your name, Cadet?”

“Virgil Storm, Majesty.”

“Master Somnum?”

“...he's lying.”

Just a few quick knots on this edge to hold it in place—but it wouldn't stick without...

...there. A shuttle, knotted to the corner of the scrap, carrying a heavy length of glimmering silk.

“...Seven Hells is happening?”

“Oh, well—hello there.”

“Emile? What's happening?”

“It appears that the prisoner is...chanelling.”

“I thought channeling was used to heal?”

“It is—among other things, so don't fucking touch him.”

“Cadet, shut the--”

“Colonel Mori, quiet. Virgil—what's going on? Why can't I touch him?”

“...'cause you're a conduit. You have a ton of magic and no ability to use it, so it's all pent up and shit. Touch him, and you could interfere with what's happening. Your magic, I mean...it can leak out and wreck everything.”

“Is there a spell on this blanket you brought for him?”

“Sort of.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing I'm willing to share with an outsider. It's sacred knowledge.”

“Oh, for the love of...”

...the work was fast, he could finish this edge swiftly—the shuttle was liquid lightning, his fingers moving of their own accord...

“..for not even an hour, and there's a jailbreak in progress?!?...”

“I...Lord Janus...how did you even--”

“I joined the assassin's corps when I was eighteen, and I killed the captain when I was nineteen to take his place. I make it a point to know everythng that happens in this castle.”

“Relax, Lord Janus—I have this in hand. Virgil.”

“What?”

“I swear, on the Spider's Thread, that you can trust me.”

“...Majesty?...”

“...Janus, Remy, get Colonel Mori out of the room.”

...it was done. It was...perfect.

It was...

“--get that thing away from him if I--”

“Colonel, stop!”

...oh, shit...

Sudden lightness. Cold, cold, cold.

The shuttle slipped through his fingers.

Pain, searing pain from head to toe.

If he lost it, he couldn't finish, he had to finish or it would slip away.

Sound, fury, crushing weight--

Fingers in his hair. Gentle pressure on his scalp.

A hand in his.

Hold on. Do not let go.

I never have. I never will.

“Loganberry?...”

The shuttle landed in the palm of his hand. He grabbed on tight--

--and opened his eyes.

#sanders sides #logince #moceit #ts logic #ts creativity #ts anxiety #ts deceit #ts dark creativity #fic #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #no betas we die like men #this is all the artist's fault i'm just a hapless writer that stumbled across it #i don't even know what i'm saying anymore #my name is liz and i swear to god i will fic again

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Earth Angel

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: Sam Alexander x Quill! Reader

Summary: Sam Alexander is an idiot

A/N: Btw this is the Guardians of the Galaxy plot line, but with my own spin. Set after Guardians 2. Sam’s backstory based off the Disney XD cartoon and comics. Also when I say her skin is Snow White I mean actual white, her being alien and all. First oneshot, kinda nervous 👉👈

Sam Alexander is an idiot.

It was just one of the facts of life. Like physics, death, that planets weren’t flat, or that Footloose is one of the greatest movies of all time.

He was annoying, he thought he was better than you because he could fly and stuff, and he stole your dads attention.

You were the daughter of the legendary outlaw, ex-Ravager, half god, Star Lord. Also the product of a one night stand with some alien chick. You never knew your mother, she dumped you with him as a baby. You never felt the need to find her, you had a family that loved you, even if they showed it in weird ways.

Rocket was cool, he taught you mechanics and how to build weapons that could blow up moons. Drax protected you as if you were his own daughter. Groot was nice to chill with when you wanted peace and quiet from your crazy family, he just stuck to his video games. Mantis was weird, but a good cook. Nebula was mean and scary, and she hated kids. She didn’t live on the Milano though, so it was chill. Gamora was a buzzkill, but taught you self defense and strategy. Plus she was dating your dad.

Then Sam Alexander, Nova, showed up one day. They spent more and more time helping him control his powers and find his dad. You felt left out and a little ignored, only increasing your resentment for the Earthling. You understood of course, if you got separated from your family you’d do anything you could to find them, but did he have to also be obnoxious and self absorbed? Of course he did.

You watched as Gamora, Drax and Groot began teaching him target practice, in the middle of the hallway. Because obviously that’s the ideal spot. He wasn’t a terrible shot, but he did miss and nearly shoot your dads head off.

“Woah! Watch where you’re pointing those things!” Quill shrieked as he jumped away from the energy beam.

“Oops.” Sam shrugged stupidly.

“You might want to get out of the way.” Gamora warned.

“Y/N, what’s up kiddo?” Your dad asked as he reached you, affectionately ruffling your hair.

“He’s an awful shot.” You shook your head when Sam idiotically missed and hit the wall again.

“Think you can do better?” He turned and grinned cockily at you.

“I know I can.” You snapped back, glaring at the moronic look on his face.

“They shall compete, whoever wins will shoot the other in victory.” Drax announced.

“Nobody’s shooting anybody.” Your dad sighed. “Remember what happened last time?”

“A competition could motivate Samuel to do better.” Gamora shrugged. “I say it’s worth a shot.”

“What do you say? Up for it?” Your dad asked you both.

“It’s on, White Out.” Sam cracked his knuckles.

“You’re going down, Bucket Boy.” You sneered at him as you stood up, crossing the deck to glare up at him.

Star Lord tossed you one of your elemental guns, and Groot grew more fruits along his arm as targets. You both began shooting, your shots much more clean and precise, while his were messy and just plain luck.

“Ha! I win!” You cheered in victory.

“What? No way! I got way more than you did!” Sam crossed his arms.

“Are you kidding? You got like, 3!”

“Nuh Uh!”

“Drax! Did you see?” You whipped around angrily.

“It is true. Y/N Quill did win the competition.” Drax nodded. “You may now shoot Samuel in victory.”

“Gladly.” You turned back around and shot at his feet, making him yelp and jump away.

“Hey! Stop it!” He complained before running as you shot again.

“Get back here, coward!” You yelled as you chased him around the ship.

“Ow! Can someone stop her?”

Drax and Groot watched as he ran away from you as if he were being pursued by an army, and you charged and shot at his feet to scare him.

“She likes him, you know?” Gamora cleared her throat.

“What? No she doesn’t.” Quill scoffed as they watched. “She clearly hates him.”

“I agree with Gamora. Violence is the highest form of flattery.” Drax asked.

“I don’t think that’s right...”

“I am Groot.”

“Exactly! Thank you, Groot.” Quill laughed.

“You’re so cute.” Gamora chuckled. “You’ll see. I hated you when we first met, remember?”

“Wow, thanks.”

“Who’s killing who?!” Rocket yelled from somewhere below deck. “Can you guys keep the racket down?!”

“Ow! That’s my ankle!” Sam screeched.

“Oops! I do so sincerely apologize!”

“Okay, enough shooting, children! How about lunch?”

•

Sam didn’t know why you hated him so much. What’s not to like? He could flirt, he was handsome, he had a nice smile, and was the Human Rocket! He was cool!

Sure he had to make everything a competition, and sure he purposely aggravated you, and sure he teased you a lot, and sure he said stupid stuff...okay so he could see why you weren’t thrilled with his presence.

He didn’t know why he acted like this with you, he just...did. It definitely wasn’t cause he was a little intimidated by you. By your chocolate brown eyes, your smooth dark hair, your angelic, snow white complexion, your captivating smile or charismatic personality...no! Definitely not that.

When he initially met you he was charmed by your dorkiness and sarcasm. You greeted him happily and asked a bunch of questions. Overtime he noticed you became more distant, and you were competitive and angry at him. For no reason! It definitely wasn’t cause he called you Crest 3D White, that’s for sure.

“I can assist you, you know.”

“Huh?” He snapped out of his thoughts, turning to see Drax had joined him in the lounge, where he was playing an ancient video game from like, the 80s.

“I know you are attracted to Miss Y/N Quill.”

“W-What? No I...I don’t. What do you mean? Not me.” Sam stuttered, shaking his head quickly. “No I uh...I hate her! Yeah, she’s annoying.”

“But so are you. You are both dancers.”

“Huh?” He said stupidly, once again.

“Drax, leave the kid be, would ya?” Rocket said from his other side. Great, another eye witness of Sam’s humiliation.

“Samuel, I will tell you the same thing I told Quill to motivate him to pursue his love for Gamora.” Drax ignored the not-raccoon.

“Oh, here we go.” Rocket groaned. “Don’t listen to this nonsense-“

“There are two types of beings.” Drax continued. “Those that dance, and those that do not. You are a dancer. Miss Quill is a dancer.”

“Okay, so we both dance? So what?” Sam questioned.

“He means go for it!” Rocket rolled his eyes dramatically. “Listen, I’m only saying this cause I’m sick of watching you make goo goo eyes at her.”

“I don’t do that-“

“She likes you, you like her. What’s the holdup?”

“Well, she hates me?”

“Y/N Quill does not hate you, Samuel.” Drax heavily pat his shoulder. “She is much like Gamora. The more she shows dislike, the more she is allured by you.”

“That’s wrong on so many levels.” Rocket scoffed. “But he’s right.”

“Huh?” Sam gawked, once again.

This touching and informing conversation was interrupted when the ships was knocked aside by an explosion. They ran up front, seeing Chitauri battleships.

“They’re here for the helmet!” Gamora yelled to the team.

“Jump point! Jump point!” Quill ran to the controls, Rocket hopping into the co pilot seat.

“Y/N! Take Sam and take the back blasters!” Gamora ordered you.

“Come on, Bucket Head!” You grabbed his arm and dragged him below deck, leading him into the small room.

You and Sam quickly got in the chairs and activated the blasters, beginning to shoot down the Chitauri ships. The Milano shook as it was hit by the Chitauri weapons, the explosions loud and intense.

“Damn, you are a good shot!” Sam yelled over the commotion.

“I know!” You grinned, caught up in the excitement of the battle. “On your right!”

A blast hit the glass, nearly cracking it. You cursed and yelled up to the deck to get you guys out of there.

“Prepare for jump!” Gamora yelled down.

You both held onto your seats, before the ship catapulted through the jump point. You both fell forward onto the glass when the ship abruptly stopped, Sam hitting his nose directly on it.

You groaned as you got up, looking and seeing blood pouring down Sam’s face.

“Oh great, get blood all over the seats.” You teased. “I gotta clean that later.”

“Thanks for the concern.” He scoffed.

“I’m kidding. Come on.” You grabbed his arm and helped him up.

“You guys okay?” Your dad shouted as he ran below deck.

“Bucket Heads bucket didn’t protect his face.” You giggled as you handed Sam a roll of paper towels.

“Oh shut up.” He grumbled as he took off said Bucket and held a paper towel to his nose.

“Okay. Don’t use your helmet for now. We need to come up with a game plan.” Your dad ordered him. “Groot! Stay down here with them!”

“What? Why can’t we have a say in this?” You instantly snapped.

“Y/N, it’s time for the grown ups to talk.” Your dad said sternly as Groot trudged down the stairs, going to his room.

“But dad-!”

“Stay down here, okay? Keep an eye out behind us, Alright?”

“Fine.” You mumbled, plopping down onto the couch.

“Thank you.” Quill sighed before going back up to the deck.

Now it was awkward. Just you and Sam Alexander, the stupid Bucket Head. He avoided eye contact with you, focusing on holding the paper towel to his nose.

You tapped your fingers on the arm of the couch, trying to think of anything to break the tension and awkward silence. You didn’t have a tv down here, and the cassette player was above deck.

“Uh...you hungry?” You asked after awhile.

“Sure.” Sam shrugged.

You went to the kitchen and grabbed some snacks, tossing some to Sam as you walk back. You both silently ate, looking at anything but the other person. It was so quiet you could hear the muffled arguing of the Guardians above deck, in the lounge in an attempt to keep their conversation secret.

“Hey, Y/N?” Sam said finally, after an excruciating...25 minutes.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Why do you hate me?”

You looked up from your food, your brown eyes locking on his green ones.

“I don’t hate you.” You sighed.

“Then why did you try to kill me the other day?” He chuckled. “And you always...glare at me.”

“I just...” you take a breath. “I don’t hate you. I’m just...you take up a lot of my dads attention.”

He blinks, then realizes what you’re saying.

“You’re jealous?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Let’s not push it.” You say sternly, then soften up again. “But yeah.”

“Uh...why?”

“It’s gonna sound bratty.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” You repeat. “As soon as you got here, all the attention was on you. It’s always just been us, no one else. It was hard adjusting, I guess. My dad hasn’t really noticed me much cause he’s been focused on you. I understand, of course.”

“Oh...”

“I told you it’d sound bratty.”

“No! No.” Sam cleared his throat. “Not at all I just...I didn’t realize it. I just thought you didn’t like me.”

“Well, you are pretty annoying.” You giggle. “You think you’re a better shot than me.”

“I am though.” He grinned.

There was another long stretch of silence, but this one wasn’t uncomfortable or tense.

“I’m sorry. I haven’t really had a father figure in awhile. Your dads cool.” He fidgeted with his helmet, which was in his lap.

“He is.” You nod.

You both smile softly at each other, finally understanding the other for the first time since meeting.

“Wanna sneak upstairs and eavesdrop?” You offer.

“Don’t mind if I do.” He gave you a mischievous grin.

•

“Gamora! Drax! Rocket! Mantis! Quick! Somethings wrong with the children!” Quill whispered shouted into the kitchen, where said Guardians were eating.

“What? Did they finally kill the other?” Gamora asked as she joined Quill behind the doorway.

“No! They’re getting along!”

He pointed to where you and Sam were lounging together, laughing and chatting away.

“Well we can’t hear them over this damn music.” Rocket grumbled.

“If we turn it off they��ll get suspicious! You know how teenagers are!”

“Do you think they’ve lost attraction to each other?” Drax asked. “There are no signs of violence.”

“Which is a good thing, man.” Quill insisted. “Look at them! They’re basically in each other’s laps!”

“What do you-“

Gamora was cut off when suddenly you kissed Sam. The Guardians’ jaws all dropped, and Quill went to go go break it up.

“Don’t you dare!” Mantis tugged him back.

“The Creepy Bug Lady is right. You should never interrupt a moment like this, especially between beings their age.” Drax told Quill.

“We cannot give away that we’ve been spying on them.” Gamora nodded.

“They’ll never know, Sam’s too busy sucking face with my daughter!”

•

Of course you knew they were watching you. They weren’t exactly known for being inconspicuous.

Ever since the Chitauri attack you and Sam had gotten along great. You weren’t fighting or shooting each other anymore, and any competition was purely for fun. You were surprised nobody had pointed it out yet, since the Guardians has no shame in calling anybody out, and weren’t exactly known for thinking before they speak.

You saw them out of the corner of your eye while Sam was telling you about new video games on earth that were much bette than the ‘trash’ your dad owned. You just wished the music was quieter so you could hear what they were saying.

“Sam?” You said suddenly.

He stopped mid sentence and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Sure.” He shrugged. He assumed you would tell him something personal, since nobody says ‘can I tell you something?’ followed by something unimportant.

“I think I like you.”

“Well, you obviously don’t hate me anymore.” He shrugged. You blinked, thinking he was joking at first. Nobody could be this stupid. Yet of course, he proved you wrong.

“No, Sam.” You laugh. “I like you. Like like you.”

His eyes widen in realization, and his face heats up. He opens his mouth to say something, but he ended up looking like a bonehead.

Come on Sam! Say something! Anything! Anything at all!

“Neat.”

Not that!

“Oh, uh...” your face falls.

“No! That’s not what I meant!” He quickly says, now even more red and flustered. “I uh...I like you too! I just didn’t think you felt the same way, Y’know? You’re like really cool and really pretty. Not that I like you cause of your looks! That’s just a plus! You’re badass! Not that I-“

You cut him off by kissing him, and you could hear your dad shriek over the music. Sam stiffened, eyes wide. When he finally kisses back you realize he’s actually a good kisser. He hooks and arm around your waist as you wrap yours around his neck.

When you pull away you both don’t know what to say, just staring into each other’s eyes.

Come on Sam, think of something.

His eyes turned to the cassette player when a familiar song started playing. His mom used to play it in the car on the way home from school.

Earth angel, Earth angel, will you be mine? My darling dear, love you all the time. I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

“Do you uh...wanna dance?” He cleared his throat awkwardly.

Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore. Love you for ever, and ever more. I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you.

You smile at the offer, standing and pulling him up with you. You guide one of his hands to your waist, intertwine your fingers with his other hand.

I fell for you, and I knew. The vision of your love's loveliness. I hope and I pray, that some day. I'll be the vision of your hap, happiness.

You both sway gently with each other, your head resting on his shoulder, this time unaware of the eyes on you.

“Told you she liked him.” Gamora whispered to Quill.

“Yeah yeah.” Quill grumbled, keeping his eyes on the two of you.

“See Rocket? They’re both dancers.” Drax grinned proudly.

You giggled as he dipped you, leaning down and kissing you gently.

Oh, oh, oh, Earth angel, Earth angel, please be mine. My darling dear, love you for all time. I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

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falloutglow · 3 years

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2020 Creative Self Love

Tagged by the lovely @deacons-wig <3 <3 Thank you!!!

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2020. If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead! Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm, so fuck the rules if you need to. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love! <3

- On Top Of Sanctuary Hills and Far Away (fic): So, holy shit, this was the fic that sorta started it all. Not the very first fallout fic I wrote, but I honestly was still new to like writing fallout fic when this one was created and was super uncertain of like what to even write when... I had an idea. What would happen if the Sole Survivor never stuck around in Sanctuary Hills to run into Codsworth? I thought a bit and well, Echo started to get more of a footing. I started to understand her more and thinking about how to work in who she is into this sandbox... This fic is where I felt change happening in my own writing. Its where I started to understand how to add a bit more description in things and adding more character thoughts while playing around with the idea of the past mixing with the present. I’m so proud of this fic and I hope to throw down another chapter this coming year!!! :D

- Flicker (fic): The first fic that I started to really lean into some self indulgence. I LOVE spooky shit and by golly I was gonna have a ghost! I thrive when writing spooky stuff. Ambience, tone... the lil mystery about the ghost himself. I just leaned into my spooky roots haha All sorta started with the whole Cask of Amontillado reference/joke and adding a dash of fun before BAM ITS SPOOKY TIME YALL. Ugh, one of these days I’m gonna write another spooky story! This is just the beginning!!! More spooky times ahead!!!

- Rest & Rewind (fic): This takes place like just hours after Flicker and its like... this one and another one I’ll mention in a bit is where I started to let myself indulge in writing my fics more and I mean a different kind of indulgence than Flicker. I was...nervous when writing because well, it was the first time I decided to stop being a coward and actually write the ship Nick/Echo rather than using the &. Which, frankly was a bit of a good call cause it signaled a turning point in their relationship. Because it shows a moment of rest after a fight (with a ghost), the reveal I had been planning on how to explain Echo’s main psyker ability, and also having her and Nick bond. I still cannot fuckin believe it almost hit 5k??? Like, for real before this fandom, I struggle bus hard at getting past 1.5k unless the idea was way too massive for me to chew on. And yet, here I am with this fic existing.

- Sway (fic): I just... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. This is just...peak self indulgence for me honestly. I heard the song one time and just, couldn’t stop...thinking about Nick and Echo just having a sweet moment and dancing together and QAQ. I was so embarrassed while writing it honestly, but I pushed through and shit I came out okay! Heck. Also, fuck not gonna lie I thought hard about the timing about each lyric coming through by time stamping certain lines I wanted to incorporate and the amount of effort for the dancing bit... easily a solid hour was used haha. I was very hung up about how long the two should talk or move between the lines and how to time it proper and I’m really glad I did it cause it just came out so nice. The latter half came out so fuckin easy after all that time stamping I did on the song XD I would not quit and I’ll say, I was quite the madwoman but shit ya did good past me.

- Late Night Cohesion (fic): Fun fact, I haven’t had X6 as a companion yet, but this man, looks like he’d have some dry humor. He was so fun to write...somebody’s gotta dunk on my asshole oc XD Just lord some of the dialogue that came out of this was so unreal and I am forever pleased about how this fic turned out. The fuckin chemistry... UGH SO FUCKIN TASTYYYYY!!!

Also like, this has probably been the most I’ve written in a long time. I’m...really glad I was able to find some footing ;w; met some cool folks along the way too.

Tagging: @glitchvault74, @roachvalentine, @its-sixxers, @potatocrab, @wastelandersparadise, @memaidraws, @nuclear-darling, @phantoms-lair, @kineticallyanywhere, @luke-fone-fabre, @solesurvivorpaigeargot AND THE PERSON READING THIS!!! IF YOU ARE READING THIS THEN I TAG YA!!! YALL DESERVE POSITIVITY YO! <3

#as told by glow #tag meme #yup its glowstickia's sideblog LOL #2020 creative self love #i have no idea who all were already tagged but fuck it #I....wrote many things...goddamn

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btswishes · 3 years

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What we were and what we are

One Shot/ Random

A/N: Take it as an emotional dump. I will put a keep readying line since I don’t think anyone would want to read this. XD Have fun anyways if you wish to stay friend. Who knows maybe it could be a Yoongi x Reader , friends to lovers story, idk.

Word count: 2,535

Playlist recommended for this : Jin-Epiphany Big Bang- Loser Big Bang- Blue at the end you can try BTS- We Are Bulletproof The Eternal

Warnings: dark, anxiety, talk of trauma , be yourself please

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The sky was covered with soft cotton candy like clouds, tinted in the colors of the ending day. Oranges, reds, blues, yellows, you name it it was there. The wind was warm and but a whispering tender sensation over your exposed skin. The grass pillowing your body under the roughly placed cover, as your head moved up and down by Yoongi’s breath. Laying onto him felt like a antidepressant pill to you.Time had stopped. He was leaning onto his left arm as you both were looking up at the sky. His free hand from time to time brushing over your hair.

“Your mom is calling.” he said taking a glance at your lit up phone screen

“Leave it.” you didn’t even use all the breath in your lungs with this sentence.

“Shouldn’t you pick up tho? I mean she is your mom.” Yoongi’s eyes now focused onto you

“Nah man, she is probably mad at me for something. My mom or not, good or shitty relationship, no matter how much parents say ‘i understand you’ or ‘i was your age once too’ .It never works, telling them anything ends up being a pain in the ass later. Asking for help when you fuck up is the same.” you tried following a lonely cloud with the corner of your eye

“I guess them not accepting that something is wrong with their kids is a defense mechanism.”

“That fucks us up tho. Just because they want to lie to themselves to feel better, leaves their kids untreated and undiagnosed ,messing them up. Years of being bullied and not knowing why, can’t study even if they try, can’t be themselves. Such an easy solution, yet such a hard choice to make to take the first step.” you sighed as you spoke out, a bit of disappointment mixed in with your breath.

“Ha ha ha.” Yoongi laughed under his nose before laying back down

“The fuck did I say?” you cut him off, thinking the giggle was a bit displaced in this talk

“And when you take the first step? What then? The so called professionals lie to us too, give us chemistry and tell us all will be ok as they turn us into addicts to fake serotonin. Psychologists? The word comes from Greek meaning the study of the soul, yet those assholes look at us as bags of meat that you can stuff with pills. Yet we would do anything to get that drop of calmness, that feeling of being a bit happy for being alive right now. And when the effect passes? You want more and more, pill after pill, pharmacy after pharmacy. What difference is there between us people with anxiety and disorders and drug addicts? The medical degree probably.”

You smirked after his last words “ Not all doctors are bad, but you can feel how genuine they are, the rest are health merchants. I don’t think there was a difference in the first place. Drugs, alcohol, smoking fuck it, even sex, man. It’s all to fill that void with dopamine, serotonin and all the bio crap.”

“Isn’t that chemistry tho?”

“We learned it in biology class so it’s bio to me. Do I look like a professor to you?” you rolled over and flicked his nose earning a ‘yah!’ “Hey.”

“Wasup?” Yoongi pulled his hand from under his head and spread his arms wide like a star in the vast sky.

“You know that thing where people ask you, if you saw your younger self in front of you right now and they were having the same feelings as you. What would you do?”

“I don’t know honestly, probably give the little guy a hug and some money ,or buy him something to eat. Someone out there for sure has it shittier than me, but I guess one of my mistakes was to undervalue my own emotions and mental state. Fuck, i got myself in such a hole. When people say ‘after you hit the bottom there is no where more to go but up’ , honestly that is straight up crap and bullshit. Some of us keep clawing and digging fearing that there is more to come. “

“Ah.” a memory popped up in your head on it’s own “That shit hole. Yeah, either you lose yourself laying there with bloody fingernails and hands, or you start crawling back up like a bug. You know, the blood is gonna stain the walls so next time you fall you will remember and catch yourself...if you make it that far.” lifting your hand, you covered a bit of the sky with it, noticing the colors around it “What about the times we reach out but no one grabs on?”

“Fuck! Y/N! We were supposed to have a nice walk in the park not a whole ass depressing talk session!” Yoongi hissed out, unlike his words his voice wasn’t angry

“Oh come on, you know that somehow we always end up talking about this shit.We are both broken pieces, but I think that isn’t bad at all.” you felt his breath stop under you for a split second “I feel like that is why we fit so well together.”

“Oh for real?” he asked a bit surprised by your words “I always thought it was because we were both hella toxic.” you swung your hand and hit him in the stomach “OOF!” he folded in half, sending you sitting up “I forgot how aggressive you were too.” Yoongi’s voice was coming from between his teeth.

“I am serious! I feel like we went through our hard times and learned to manage, that is why we can talk about all these things like this.”

“Makes sense, we were each other’s shoulder. You start falling, I pull on you and the other way around.”

You noticed the contagious smirk on his face that mirrored onto you almost instantly “We fall together, we crawl back up together. Damn we sound inspirational.”

“I told you! We should make one of those vlog channels where people wake up at 5 am looking like damn models, meditate and finish all their work before 11am.” throwing your body back you fell onto the cover, but Yoongi didn’t join you. He staid sitting, letting you focus on his back as he continued “You know we are losers, right?”

“The biggest losers out there.”

He looked towards the sky letting the wind play with his hair, when suddenly you both burst out laughing. Your voices were so loud the birds flew away. “Yeah, we are.”

“Honestly tho Yoongs. Why did we care so much what people thought of us? I mean sometimes I still do but-”

“Same, same.”

“Don’t cut me off stupid!” you kicked him a bit “As I was saying!” you emphasized on ‘saying’ ,when he pinched your leg in retaliation a couple of times “Body types, dudes, girls, genderfluid or no gender at all. Being cute or stylish, pretty or ugly, was a mad waste of time. The nerd is gonna probably become rich, the ugly people will end up becoming better lookin that those basic Karens. I swear, even with all that bulling and people wanting be to be the top. With or without them the Earth keeps spinning .”

“Did you just discriminate flat earth people!?” he gasped cartoonish “Y/N, i didn’t know you were this type of person.”

“Yah! You really out here trying to cancel your best friend, Min Yoongi!”

“You don’t need me to do that, you already do it yourself with the stuff you say.”

“Says you, loser.” your words made him lean onto his elbow next to you, eyes focused on your face as the colors of the sky began fading over your bodies and skin

“I like that word, loser.” he said “It sounds rude, but at the same time no one calls you that if you aren’t different. Different means unique, special. Who tf would want to be the same as others?”

“That was us too stupid, back then.” Yoongi pocked your cheek a couple of times gently

“Yeah, but it’s not back then anymore Y/N. It’s now. We grew up. With our jaw and fist clenched we fought and made it here. They shot at us, they threw rocks and called us cowards, weirdos. But we made it through the darkness. After all that we are and will forever be bulletproof.” the sudden rustle of the grass under you two signaled him getting up and spinning, hands to the side. His head leaned back and he looked so happy. Yoongi’s eyes were closed, he could fall and not even notice, but he wasn’t afraid no more. Whatever happens will happen.

“You make us sound hella dope man. I love it.”

“Anxiety, social issues, any kind of mental problems and disorders. They level us up, as long as we try. At the end of the day you lose something to win something.”

“The end of the chapter is the beginning of the next.” you began to notice he was starting to lose balance from all that spinning around “Hey stupid, you will fall and hurt yourself like th-” you couldn’t even finish the sentence when his legs tangled up and he fell onto you “You ok?!That was such a stupid move! Open your eyes next time!”

“Why?” he became serious, his eyes looking into yours. Yoongi crooked his head to the side,as his fingers caressed your cheek “If I was looking I would have been too afraid to fall. At the end of it all i ended up failing and found a little angel. See? Win win to me. You can’t always see where you are going, but you gotta believe that good things are on the other side.”

“You are bleeding, that is what is on this side.”

“I am WHAT!” his forehead was a bit scratched “Damn it! My handsome face!”

“Oh come on! Wait till I glow up like that! I will get the best looking SO out there.” the child in you was pouting at Yoongi

“You know damn well we are too messed up for a relationship with others. We try and try, get used and then we either lose interest, or fall completely out of love for months. By the way...” his fingers found your cheek again, but this time it wasn’t a gentle poke but a sharp pinch. Your hands flew in the direction of his arm to try and make him let go of you. “Who told you you don’t look good?”

“Ow ow Yoongi! Let me go!!!”

“Not until you tell me who said all that crap to you!?” prying yourself from his grip you continued rubbing the now red and warm spot

“People i liked or others in general. You know how shit goes.”

“You for real need to get your eyes checked! People stare at you when you walk by cus you look TOO good.” his words were like a low growl of a jealous pet

“Nah man, they are either judging me or they want to fight me. There is no middle ground here.”

“You really!” with all the power in his hand he flicked your forehead

“Stop inflicting me wounds!”

“Then stop talking shit about yourself! I swear your bodydismorphia needs to join Jimin when he has talk sessions about his day with Hoseok.Plus, people do stare at you when you walk in town in the attracted way. On our way here at least 5 people turned back and continued looking.”

“Ew creepy!” you said “Why do you count them!”

“You little!!!Come here!” your neck found itself in a chokehold in a matter of seconds

“HYUNG!”Jungkook’s voice echoed through the park reaching your direction “Y/N AND YOONGI ARE BEING THE DEPRESSED AND FLIRTY AGAIN!”

“This kid I swear I will kill him some time soon!” you hissed at Jungkook

“You two really can’t drop this habit.” the slow and calm footsteps pulled your attention and soon subsided your anger

“Joon, you know how we are.” you added, leaning back onto you elbows

“I know, we are all like that.” Joon looked at you two sitting on the ground

“Y/N is right, broken pieces do find each other.” Yoongi added, but Joon sighed and rubbed the back of his head. He squatted down eye level

“Broken pieces find each other because they fit together and make a beautiful new bottle that they can fill up with happy memories. Our sad and hard pasts make us titanium that can’t be broken. Even if one of us cracks, we are all going to help him become stronger.” he reached his hand out, standing up “ You are not alone Y/N, we are going to be forever titanium. You have us and we have you now. We are not lonely or misérables with you.”

“WE ARE BULLETPROOF GUYS!” Jungkook yelled out again

“Yeah...we are.” with a smile shining brighter than ever ,you grabbed Joon’s hand.He pulled you up as you were holding onto Yoongi. When the chain starts no one can cut the bond. We pull each other up...is what you realized.

“Oh and.”

“Yes Joons?”

“Can you two date already or at least go out on a date. It hurts looking at yall like this.”

“What!?” the blanket in your hand turned into weapon as you began hitting him with it in a moment of panic. His words hit a nerve.Yoongi wasn’t the one to rush or to run. With his hands in his pockets he followed you down the hill. His footsteps stopped for a moment to look at the now dark sky.

We may not be able to see the stars during the day, but at night they are too many to even count. Nothing is truly hidden forever, even who you are meant to be. It’s ok not to know now or later. When we are young we dont really know. We try to fit in a mold that was created, but we can’t, we just can’t no matter how much we try.

We end up being labeled by the things we are different. Some come from a darker past, others don’t. Yet everyone is important, the way they feel, their emotions and inner state. If I could, I would grab your hand and show you a bit of the future. Think of this, your future self, the one that did it all finally and continues to dream big, is looking at you through memories. They grab your hand and push you forward towards the good. The tunnel may be dark, cold, lonesome and scary but it always leads to something. Just don’t give up.

Regret, unsuccessful love, residual feelings for someone who used you. They are all a stepping stone, don’t look at them. Now you know what not to do, EXP( experience points) come in many forms honey. Be who you want to be, life is yours. Be the main character in your story, not anyone else’s. Even if you fall sometimes, show everyone how amazing you are by standing up. Baby steps turn into miles, whispers become yelling, crawling becomes flying. Breaking the mold becomes you.

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animezing-fandoms · 5 years

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The Baby Race Part 2: How to Show Her Your Love

Part 1

Relationships: Nalu, Gruvia, Gajevy, Jerza

Warnings: There is some extremely light smut in this part. Nothing anywhere near explicit but I'm just warning you anyway :)

Summary: The guys all learn how to show their girls they love them! Shouldn’t be too hard, right?

A/N: Since y'all loved this one shot so much I decided to write a second part XD

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Natsu managed to pull Lucy away from the commotion in the Guild Hall, and they both went into the library.

"Natsu." Lucy moaned then gasped as the dragon slayer claimed her mouth with his.

Their kisses were sloppy and a bit stiff since neither one of them had ever kissed someone before but Lucy didn't care, they'd get better at it, they just needed some time.

He pressed her back against a bookshelf and Lucy smiled as he held her waist and deepened their kiss. Then he began to unfasten his jacket and then he pulled it off, making Lucy's eyes go wide before he came back in to kiss her again. His hands began to wander her body more, and it made her lower belly tingle with excitement as his warm fingers trailed her skin.

She gasped when she felt the buttons on her blue backless top come undone and she looked into Natsu's eyes. They had darkened with lust.

"Natsu..." Lucy breathed softly.

Natsu smirked and lifted her left leg over his hip and held her close.

"Let's fuck Lucy." Natsu says but then Lucy places her hands on his chest to stop him.

"Wait." She says. "I don't want to do this yet."

Natsu lets her leg down and takes a step back to give her space.

"Okay, but why? You just said you wanted to have a baby with me. Did I do something wrong?" Natsu asks.

"Well...not really. I mean we both know each other well enough and the physical attraction is there but I guess I just don't want to move so fast you know? Like, I was hoping you'd at least take me out for dinner first." Lucy says and twirls a lock of her hair.

"Take you out for dinner, but it's just after lunch?" Natsu asks. "Are you hungry right now or something?"

"No." Lucy says patiently then sighs, realizing she's gonna have to spell it out for him.

"I meant like a date." She says and blushes.

"A date?" Natsu asks and blushes.

"Yeah. I want to spend a nice romantic evening with you before I lose my virginity to you." Lucy says.

"Romantic huh?" Natsu asks and scratches his chin. "Oh I've got it!"

He holds both of Lucy's arms and smiles brightly.

"You can watch me beat up Laxus!" Natsu suggests.

Lucy shook her head but couldn't help but smile from how adorably clueless Natsu was.

"I appreciate the suggestion but that's not exactly romantic Natsu." Lucy explains to him. "Maybe I should come up with the-"

"No." Natsu says and holds her shoulders.

"You're going to have our baby. You're already gonna be working hard. You shouldn't have to do this too. So I'm gonna give you the most romantic evening of your life! I owe it to you, for everything you have done and will do for us." Natsu says and gently rests his hand over her lower abdomen.

"Oh Natsu." Lucy says before kissing him.

"You're gonna love it I swear!" Natsu says before putting his jacket back on and running excitedly out of the library.

"You're gonna love it I swear?" Levy repeats as Lucy hands her a cup of tea.

They were currently in Levy's room at Fairy Hills. She had begun to move out of it but she had so many books it would take awhile until everything was moved into Gajeel's place.

"Is that really what he said to you?" Levy asks.

Lucy giggled and Levy took that as a yes.

"Oh no, something tells me this date that Natsu's planning for you isn't going to go well Lu-chan." Levy says and sips her tea.

Both of the girls laughed then stopped when they heard something fall down outside of the door. They turned and saw Juvia in the hallway through the open door standing over a rope ladder on the floor.

"Juvia?" Lucy asks and the water mage turns to her. "What do you need that rope ladder for?"

"None of your business love rival!" Juvia shouted back at her and quickly gathered up the rope in her arms.

"For the last time Juvia I am not your love rival! I literally have a date with Natsu tonight!" Lucy exclaims while Levy laughs and holds her hand over her baby bump.

Juvia's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Really?" She exclaims.

Before Lucy could say anything else Juvia ran into Levy's room and hugged Lucy so tight she couldn't breath and Juvia squealed in excitement.

"Oh this is wonderful!" Juvia shouts. "Now that Juvia's love rival loves another man, Juvia doesn't need to worry about her stealing Gray-sama!"

Suddenly they heard some thumping upstairs. And then voices followed.

"Erza am I allowed to be here?" Jellal asks.

The three girls gasped as they recognized his voice.

"Relax, I'm the matron of the house. No one's going to object to you being here. Now get your clothes off." Erza says.

The three of them shrieked briefly before covering their mouths and blushing, hoping Erza didn't hear them.

As they heard the couple moving around upstairs followed by moans and kissing noises, Juvia gripped her rope ladder tighter and Lucy and Levy held hands. All three of them were staring up at the ceiling trying to trace Erza and Jellal's movements on the floor above them.

"Erza, I have to confess I'm not really too sure what I'm doing here." Jellal says.

"That's alright. I've read enough of Levy's books to know where to go from here." Erza says.

"That's it, I've gotta get out of here before I'm scarred for life!" Lucy says and runs out of Levy's room.

"Oh my, Levy just what kinds of books do you have?" Juvia asks.

"Mostly linguistics ones but I do have a few that are kind of racy that Erza likes to borrow..." Levy says with a blush and twiddles her thumbs.

"Do you think maybe Juvia could borrow one too?" Juvia asks shyly.

"I'm guessing this sudden interest is connected with that little stunt that you and Gray pulled in the guild hall earlier today and the rope ladder you've got there that may or may not be used to help your ice prince charming climb up your window?" Levy asks with a smirk.

"Maybe." Juvia says and wrings the knots of the ladder in her hands, her face red as a tomato.

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Gajeel stood in the middle of the park and looked around. As he saw the citizens of Magnolia quietly milling about, minding their own business, he grew increasingly frustrated.

"Where the hell is Salamander and bunny girl!" He shouted, scaring some people. "Natsu said they'd be here half an hour ago."

"Perhaps they changed their minds." Panther Lily suggests. "I'm sure Lucy won't be too pleased when she finds out Natsu's idea for a date is coming here to watch him fight you."

"Yeah, she probably figured out what that idiot had in mind and is screaming at him right now, gihee." Gajeel snickers.

Then they both looked confused when they saw Happy fly towards them.

"Hey have you guys seen Natsu anywhere?" Happy asks them.

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"I wonder what Salamder's up to in there?" Gajeel asks as he walks up the steps to Lucy's apartment.

"Who knows if he's even in there." Lily says.

"No he's definitely here. I can smell him." Gajeel says as he approaches the door.

He's about to open the door when Lily suddenly flies in front of him.

"Wait a minute Gajeel, what if Lucy's in there with him?" Lily asks.

"Yeah, so what? I'm just dropping by to ask them what gives." Gajeel says flatly.

"I know but we all saw them kissing in the guild hall earlier today. And if the two of them are alone together in the apartment then what if that means..."

"Means what?" Gajeel asks when Lily fails to finish his sentence.

"Well, since they're alone together, they might be doing something a bit more...intimate than kissing." Lily suggests and blushes.

Gajeel's face turns bright red and he sweat drops and shivers at the thought of catching sight of Natsu and Lucy at an inappropriate moment.

"Oooo if they are then we definitely have to bust them!" Happy says teasingly.

He readies himself to push open the door and Lily and Gajeel gasp.

"Wait Happy no!" They shout but it's too late.

Happy pushes the door open and it slams into the wall.

"Hello lovebirds-AAAAHHH!" Happy screams at the sight before him.

Gajeel and Lily hug themselves and scream while their eyes tear up when they see the position Natsu's in.

There he was, sitting on Lucy's couch, surrounded by stacks of books, and reading one.

"N-Natsu." Happy calls to him softly.

Natsu furrows his brows and looks up from the book then smiles softly when he sees Happy.

"Oh, hey Happy, what are you doing here?" Natsu asks.

"We came to find you because you were supposed to fight Gajeel in the park half an hour ago." Lily says.

"Yeah and I know you ain't a coward when comes to that stuff so I figured somethin' was up." Gajeel adds.

"Oh right! I just remembered! I'm sorry Gajeel, I was so into this book that I must have lost track of time." Natsu says and laughs.

While Natsu was laughing, his three friends were struck with fear from the sentence Natsu just said.

"Hey what the-" Natsu starts then grunts as Gajeel and Panther Lily in his battle mode grab him off the couch and pin him down on the ground.

"What the hell are you guys doing? You made me lose my place!" Natsu grunts underneath them.

"Who are you and what have you done with the real Natsu!" Happy shouts and punches Natsu in the face.

"I'm right here you idiot!" Natsu barks at Happy.

"No you're not! There's no way the real Salamander would ever skip a fight for somethin' as dumb as a reading a book! He hates readin' and avoids it all costs!" Gajeel argues.

"Yeah I hate reading books but I'll do it for Lucy!" Natsu shouts before shoving Gajeel and Panther Lily off of him with flames coming off of his arms.

"What?" Happy asks.

"You're reading books for Lucy?" Lily asks after going back to his normal form.

"So is the punishment she came up with after you tried to take her on an awful date to watch me beat you down gihee?" Gajeel laughs.

"No, and I think we both know that I would have won that fight." Natsu boasts.

"Wanna bet?" Gajeel asks and raises his fist.

Natsu gets into a fighting stance but then Lily comes in-between them to diffuse the argument.

"So if Lucy isn't making you read these books, then why are you reading them?" Lily asks Natsu.

"Because I was about to go ask her to come to the park with me to watch me fight Gajeel but then Gramps caught up with me when I was looking for her at the Guildhall..."

"Oh Natsu, It's a miracle to see that Lucy hasn't killed you for being so inconsiderate and stupid by asking her to bear your children in front of the entire guild!" Makarov said.

"Yeah she's cool with it! I'm actually about to go ask her out on a date now!" Natsu said.

"Oh how wonderful." Makarov said and teared up and sniffled. "I'm so happy that the two of you are in love and are taking your relationship further."

"Yeah. I was gonna ask her to watch me beat up Laxus, but she said that she didn't think that was a good idea and honestly she's right." Natsu laughed.

"Whoa Natsu, I never thought I'd see you mature this much!" Wakaba says and laughs from the table he was at with Macao.

"Yeah, fighting Laxus was a dumb idea for a date. I'm mature enough now to admit there's a chance he could beat me. So that's why I'm gonna take her to watch me fight Gajeel instead! She's gonna really think I'm hot stuff once she sees me beat him up!" Natsu cheered.

Then Natsu got crushed by Makarov's giant hand.

"You complete imbecile, taking a girl to watch you beat someone up is not a date!" Makarov screamed at him.

"Well it's the only idea I've got! If watching me beat someone up isn't romantic then what the hell am I supposed to do!" Natsu barked back at him.

"Oh you hopeless child." Carla said and flew over to him. "Let me give you some advice since I doubt you'll get anything much better from these drunk morons." She said and glared at all the men in the guild who were watching.

"You know Lucy well by this point. She's your best friend. Think about something that she likes to do and then offer to do that with her. It's simple and there's no way of you being able to ruin it like you inevitably will if you're doing something she enjoys." Carla explained.

Suddenly a light bulb went off over Natsu's head.

"And so then I came here to read some of Lucy's favorite books." Natsu says and gestures to the books. "I've heard her talk about how the stuff in them is 'so romantic' so I figured if I do something like the characters in her books do then I'll know what kind of romance she's lookin' for!"

He held up a book with a princess and a prince on the cover and gave his friends a goofy grin.

"Wow Natsu, that's actually a really good idea." Lily compliments.

"Thanks! I'm glad you guys can finally see I've got more than just flames and food on my brain." Natsu says proudly. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go take this cookbook, put a fire in the stove and make some food."

"Yep, that's the real Natsu alright." Happy says and smiles at him as he walks into the kitchen.

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Lucy nervously rubbed her arm as she walked up the path towards Natsu and Happy's house, thinking about the message that Happy had given her earlier today from Natsu.

"He wants me to come meet him at your house tonight?" Lucy asked.

"Yeah." Happy replied. "He said you don't have to wear anything fancy. Just whatever's comfortable. Oh and no need to worry about eating either, he's got that covered too!"

Lucy smiled to herself as she thought about how much effort Natsu seemed to be making with this date. He must have something nice in mind since he said he was going to cook for her. Although, given his history when it comes to cooking meals, she'll probably end up with a pile of ashes on her plate instead of something edible. But then she froze and gasped when Natsu and Happy's house came into sight, and it was nothing like what she had been expecting.

The trees were decorated with lights, giving the space a romantic glow, and on her right there was a picnic blanket and a basket of food. But in front of her, stood Natsu, wearing his normal clothes, and a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he held out to her.

"Hey there Luce." He says and blushes. "What do you think?"

"Oh Natsu..." She says softly and blushes.

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"G-Gray-sama!" Juvia shouts as pure bliss overtook her and Gray grunted above her.

"Fuck Juvia you're so good!" Gray groans then shouts a moan as he finishes.

His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, one hand still gripping the headboard as he came down from his high. Then he rolled off of Juvia and laid beside her in her bed.

"So much for being quiet." Gray says hoarsely.

Juvia giggled and turned on her side to snuggle up against him.

"Juvia isn't allowed to have boys in her room since this is a girl's dormitory for the guild. Gray-sama is going to get Juvia in trouble if he can't keep quiet." Juvia explains and Gray chuckles.

"Hey, banging here was your idea. And I haven't been the only one making noise here either." He reminds her with a smirk.

Juvia blushed and giggled and ran her fingers along Gray's sweaty, heaving chest. Tracing the patterns of his scars, and the love-bites she left on him before moving up to his necklace.

"Have you thought of any baby names yet?" Juvia asks as she plays with the sword pendent on Gray's chest.

"I've been too busy trying to remember my own name throughout these past few rounds, much less think of names for anyone else." Gray says and runs one of his sweaty, calloused hands through Juvia's hair.

Juvia chuckled and sat up, swinging her leg over Gray's torso so she straddled him and sat down on his lower abdomen while pressing her hands on his chest to steady herself.

"Has Juvia been that good for Gray-sama?" She asks seductively and runs her fingers down his well-sculpted torso.

Gray let out a deep hum and ran his hands along her pale thighs and up her waist, tracing her curves with his hands.

"Juvia has been everything Gray-sama has ever wanted and more." Gray answers her.

Juvia chuckles again and raises her hips, preparing to take him inside of her once more but then Gray continues.

"You've always been. Even before we stripped naked and made love to try for a baby." Gray says. "And I'm sorry it took me so long to see that but I do now, and I want you to know that I'm not just using you or taking your love for granted Juvia. I love you just as much as you love me. I told you I wanted you to stay by my side and I meant it. Forever. So, just to make it official-"

Gray put his hands together and Juvia watched with rapt attention as he made something in-between his hands and she gasped when she saw a ring with a diamond-shaped ice crystal in the center.

"I want to make you my wife Juvia. Will you marry me?" He asks her.

"Yes!" Juvia exclaims before throwing her arms around him and kissing him.

"Yes! Yes of course! This is what Juvia has been dreaming of for so long!" Juvia exclaims before kissing him again, even harder.

Gray was gasping for air by the time Juvia released his lips and proceeded to delve into a romantic fantasy about the perfect wedding and even though Gray could barely understand what she was saying because she was talking so fast, he looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world to him. Because she was, and he was going to protect that beautiful smile of hers from anything that could threaten it.

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Lucy felt a warm feeling spread through her chest as she sat on the picnic blanket with Natsu. She couldn't believe how perfect everything was. The romantic atmosphere, the clear sky with a perfect view of the stars in the sky, and the delicious food that somehow wasn't even burned to a crisp.

"How could someone who knows nothing about romance do all of this?" Lucy asks her date.

"Hey give me some credit I'm not entirely clueless!" Natsu reorts. "I know what to do when it counts."

Lucy giggled and Natsu smiled at her.

"But to be completely honest, I went to your apartment while you were hanging out with Levy today and read some of those books that you like. I figured that if you liked the stuff in there then I should try to be like the guys in your book to be more romantic for you." Natsu says and smiles.

"Oh Natsu..." Lucy says and cups his cheek. "You don't have to be like them at all. I fell in love with you for who you are, destructiveness, denseness and everything that comes with it."

Natsu's eyes teared up a bit and he hugged her close to him and gave Lucy a big kiss on her cheek that made her laugh.

"Luce, when I first met you I thought you were the weirdest girl I've ever met and that you were annoying. And I still think both of those things about you sometimes, but now I've realized that I'm just as weird as you, and that makes you perfect to be my girl." Natsu says.

"Aw Natsu..." Lucy said and snuggled against his chest.

Everything felt all warm and fuzzy. Well, almost everything. A cold breeze blew past them and made Lucy shiver.

Natsu noticed and took off his scarf and wrapped it around her shoulders.

Lucy's heart stopped and she looked up at him. Neither of them had to say anything, they knew each other well enough by now that the looks each of them had in their eyes said it all. But tonight was special, so they finally said to each other...

"I love you Lucy." Natsu says and Lucy smiles.

"I love you too Natsu." She says before Natsu presses his mouth to hers.

Lucy smiled in-between kisses as Natsu kissed her.

Then the kisses got deeper. Lucy's hand came up and cupped Natsu's neck, absentmindedly stroking the scar on his neck while they hummed against each other's mouths.

Then Lucy's lips pulled away from his and Natsu leaned forward, chasing her mouth before opening his eyes. He was about to ask why she had pulled away, when she stood up and held her hand out to him. The blush on her cheeks was fierce.

"Why don't we continue this inside?" Lucy suggests.

"Huh? Why do you wanna go inside? You can't see the stars in there." Natsu asks, clearly confused by what Lucy was asking of him.

Lucy blushed and looked at the ground shyly.

"I don't want to see the stars right now. What I want to see is you. Naked." She says softly.

It took a moment but then it finally clicked for him what Lucy was asking and Natsu quickly stood straight up, eyes wide and a tent in his pants.

"O-oh uh, okay? Are you sure Lucy, I thought you wanted to take things slow?" Natsu asks.

"Yeah so did I but then we started kissing and I realized that we've already been taking our relationship slow for far too long, I'm ready to speed things up if you are." Lucy says.

"Oh Lucy I'm all fired up now!" Natsu exclaims.

Lucy laughs as Natsu picks her up in his arms and holds her waist as she cups his face in her hands and kisses him.

She giggled and held his shoulders as he carried her inside and then shut and locked the door.

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Gajeel and Levy walked together outside of Fairy Hills, Gajeel and Panther Lily carrying the last of her stacks of books.

"Hey so Lev, tell me again why you can't even carry one of these books?" Gajeel asks.

"Because I'm already busy carrying our darling children that you so kindly gave to me." She says with a smile, and a deathly glare from her eyes.

"Ah right of course, how could I forget about that, gihee." Gajeel says while a bead of sweat drips down his forehead.

Suddenly he notices something move out of the corner of his eye. He looks up at a window and sees Juvia in her nightgown running around excitedly while Gray stood there shirtless and watched her run around with a small smile on his face.

"Hey I thought this was a girls only dorm! What the hell is ice dick doing in Juvia's room!" Gajeel asks Levy with a frown on his face.

Levy smiled and giggled when she saw Gajeel growling at Gray in the window. She had forgotten how protective Gajeel was of Juvia. He didn't talk about it to too many people or show it often, but he actually cared about Juvia a lot. In Phantom Lord he saw how depressed she was and felt sorry for her. But then once they joined Fairy Tail and she was happy, Gajeel swore he would never let Juvia become depressed like the way she was again. Which is why he was so wary of Gray being so close to Juvia. He had only ever seen Gray reject Juvia and now all of a sudden he was spending time alone with her in her room? It seemed very suspicious.

Juvia ran past Gray again but this time Gray caught her arm and pulled her in close to him.

Gajeel and Panther Lily's jaws dropped to the ground, along with the books they were carrying when they saw Gray and Juvia kissing.

"What the hell!" Gajeel exclaimed. "When did this happen?"

Then he saw Juvia's hands grab Gray's belt and start to unbuckle it, while Gray pulled down one of the straps of her nightgown.

"Hey! Cut that out right now! You're not allowed to do that in there! Get off of Juvia!" Gajeel exclaims then runs back towards the door.

"I'm gonna arrest you Gray!" He shouts before disappearing inside.

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A/N: Thank you all so much for all the feedback on the first part! I had no idea my crack idea was gonna get so popular! So I hope you enjoyed this second part and if you want more, then give me some good comments on what you liked about this part and I'll write a part three as soon as I have time!

Also, that ending scene was inspired by Friends when Ross finds out about Chandler and Monica. I got the idea to write it after seeing this hilarious video 😂

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Sorry I missed the livestream! That sounds like it would have been fun! Hope you are having a fabulous first day of the New Year. For the AMA, what was your favorite movie or tv show that you watched in 2019?

I’ve actually been sick since Sunday LOL, and during the live stream, I had to cut it off right at 1 am because I had to run to the bathroom to puke. Not sure how I managed to make it through the entire stream without feeling like that, but I gotta give props to my body for waiting until juuuust as the stream was ending just to barf all over the place XD

Honestly, I got to see lots of great stuff in 2019 (i will protect baby yoda with my life because THIS IS THE WAY). But instead of talking about absolute favorite things, I’m gonna talk about the unexpected favorite things I saw in 2019, which is:

Alien. Yes, the 1979 film. My partner vowed to sit me down and have me watch this because he loves it so much, and honestly? I’m glad I saw it now rather than when I was younger. There’s a lot to unpack about Ripley as a strong, silent, female character that reminds me so much of Jyn, and her dynamic with the rest of the cast is just so worth observing and noting and really taking in.

ALSO. High School Musical The Musical The Series.

Go ahead and judge me.

Honestly, this feels so much like the Boy Meets World kind of formative TV that the next generation gets to absorb and I absolutely love what they address and tackle. Asian child of two mothers? Straight kid who can’t talk about his emotions properly because he’s watching his own parents’ marriage fall apart? Transfer student of a single mom who has to constantly move every few months and thus can never make friends? Girls who call out toxic behavior when they see it? Guys who can be sporty jocks without being major trope-y assholes? A bi-racial gay couple that’s so pure and innocent and supportive?

Like…dude, I dig it. Sign me the fuck up.

Now if only Disney could stop being cowards and give us that kind of stuff in their mainstream media *cough*

[Send a New Year’s AMA! Or even a shitty doodle request!]

#ask sleepy #sleepy's new year's AMA #sleepy AMA #callioope

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My Thoughts About and Reaction to Oblivio!

*I’m still dying right now, and I saw it a few hours ago. The fact that we start off the episode with them already without their memories was amazing. Figuring out what the heck is going on, and us also wondering what is, was such an amazing start! Oblivio was probably the best supervillain so far, in terms of creepiness and making them really work hard to defeat them. Totally not biased because it was Alya and Nino working together as an akuma either. The reveal... after the spoiler, I was expecting it, but even then I feel like that was more of a trivial matter in this episode. Can you believe that, a reveal scene being fairly trivial in comparison to what else is in the episode?? Plagg and Tikki forgetting too. I would not have expected that! Plagg: We’re EXCEPTIONAL BEINGS AND THEY’RE NOT HAHAHA SEE I CAN FLOAT UPSIDE DOWN AND GO THROUGH WALLS Tikki: GOTTA SAVE THESE KIDDOS FROM THAT THING Adrien being the one that keeps Marinette from getting hurt by taking her hand and pulling her along. I’ve noticed he’s done this throughout the show, but to see it here makes me so happy. He bowed, she curtsied, oh the cuteness is really starting. Adrien BLUSHED. He actually blushed because of Marinette! Then because she’s Marinette, she falls on him as they escape and they apologize to each other and laugh and THE CUTENESS IS GETTING TO BE TOO MUCH He keeps praising her about everything. Like my gosh dude. STOOOP HURTING ME. THESE CHILDREN. THEY SEE PICTURES OF EACH OTHER IN THEIR PHONES AND ARE LIKE “I feel like we’re more than just a superhero team.” “Do you think we’re...” *shows each other their photos* “Looks like it.” And they just assume they told each other everything because if they’re together, they must have, right? Hahahaha oh no, that’s going to be something in the future. Oof. Plagg and Tikki bickering. Whoa dang. Tikki: You may not remember who you are, but at least you know this about yourself. You’re a selfish being and a total coward! Plagg: Me? A coward? I am not a coward, I’m a free spirit! So don’t come if you don’t want to, but I’m out of here! Interesting that Marinette and Adrien who also know they’re Ladybug and Chat Noir are like totally in sync and falling all over each other about everything, yet the Kwami’s are just fighting. It convinces me a bit more that Tikki and Plagg influence Ladybug and Chat Noir’s behavior enough to make a difference. MARINETTE VISION and totally being Ladybug outside the costume. And the donkey sticky note she left behind for Oblivio xDD And that picture of Adrien in blue is so nice looking. I wonder if we’ll ever see him wear that? Marinette and Tikki moment was too cute ahh their bond can’t be broken either. x33 THIS IS CALLED PSYCHOLOGICAL HARASSMENT! Ladybug, just before their memories got erased: STOP CALLING US A COUPLE! *both in complete shock* “Don’t exactly look lovey-dovey in this footage...” “Probably just a regular fight, like all couples have.” Or not. But that’s okay. MISTER TURTLE Their gestures when they realized they finally were getting somewhere. Honestly, the gestures and their responses in this episode have felt so natural to me and I’m living for it. Tikki’s guilt trip worked. Ahaha. Psychological harassment. The fact that Ladybug could transform, Adrien couldn’t, and him being worried about her and wanting to help, but her insisting he stay there so he and his identity would be safe. Ladybug being called “Marinette” by Adrien as Ladybug totally messes with my head. I’m still mind blown that this all really happened. “I’m starting to understand how much you mean to me, Adrien, *kisses his cheek*”

Ladybug was HAVING FUN BEING LADYBUG AND NOT TOTALLY SERIOUS WHAT ADRIEN VISION YES. PREVIEW FOR WHEN THEY SWITCH MIRACULOUS. HE CAN DO IT TOO. Adrien creating that costume out of cardboard and being so brave. And Ladybug saving her boyfriend UGH the cuuuuuteness is overflowing! Plagg stop being cute too I can’t handle much more. Adrien and Marinette seeing each other transform. Like, that’s one of the things I’ve always wanted. ;-; “That’s not going to be easy Ma- Lady” “*giggles*” *pterodactyl screech* HAKUNA MATATA, WHAT A WONDERFUL PHRASE I love how with memories erase, their dynamic is still exactly the same. That’s so beautiful to me. Ladybug’s like “Gotta use Miraculous Ladybug!” now and Chat’s like “Wait, do you think we’ll remember all this..afterwards?” When she explains that no, they won’t, he ASKS FOR HER PERMISSION. USES HER NICKNAME. AND KISSES HER. AND THEIR HANDS. THE WAY THEIR HANDS INTERTWINE IS PROBABLY MY FAVORITE PART. IT’S MORE MEANINGFUL THAN THEIR KISS. Nino and Alya: Wha? I feel a bit... *spots Ladybug and Chat Noir kissing* OMG WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?! Alya: YESSS MY SHIIIP! Gotta get a picture of this! And time to fix everything, but before that, one last embrace, one last moment in each others arms before everything is fixed. Everything is back to normal again. Except now there’s photographic evidence of them being in love, Ladybug’s emphasized that they’re not done discussing that kiss, and Hawk Moth now knows that secretly, they have feelings for each other and warns it’ll be their downfall. If you listen, it sounds like the kids are talking about Super Penguino on the bus before Alya and Nino explain why they were akumatized (these dorks ugh I love them so much). Marinette being all bent out of shape about kissing Chat Noir and Tikki’s “Who knows, maybe you still have some things to learn about him?” AHAHAH since Tikki knows he’s Adrien. xD Poor Tikki has to keep it to herself that she kissed Adrien... AGAIN. “I can’t believe it Plagg, she finally fell in love with me and I’ve forgotten all about it” WHY IS HE SO CUTE?! “You’re right, that’s really unlucky.” He looks like he’s about to laugh. xDD “If it happened once, it’ll happen again. At least now I know my dream can come true.” MY LOVE, YOUR DREAM WILL COME TRUE SOMEDAY! But you’ll still have to go through a lot. Like Lila. Luka. Kagami. Ooof. This episode was honestly my favorite one ever. There was nothing about it that was bad in my opinion. I knew exactly what would happen with their memories of defeating Oblivio being erased. The uniqueness of the way the episode was handled. The akuma. Their teamwork, fondness, and trust for each other shining through despite memory loss. Seeing what it’s like for them to be together. I’ve never been so happy by an episode. Hawk Moth at the end, for those that keep pressing they find out about each other, that is exactly why they haven’t revealed themselves. And why Ladybug cannot see Chat Noir in that way. Unfortunately Hawk Moth knows that they do secretly love each other, so that’s going to be really serious down the road. And I can’t wait. I hope you all enjoyed the episode as much as I did, and if I may make a suggestion to you all, I recommend listening to Be Your Everything by Boys Like Girls after watching this episode. It’s extremely fitting, I actually started to cry after I heard it after watching this episode, and I really hope someone out there makes an MV from clips from this episode to this song.

#ml #miraculous ladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #oblivio #oblivio spoilers #ml season 3 spoilers #ml spoilers #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agre #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #ladybug #chat noir #adrienette #ladrien #ladynoir #DJWIFI

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