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writingwithina · 1 year

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Reading makes the heart grow fonder

Author's note: I'm back with another story. Hope you guys like it. Reblogs are always appreciated and my inbox is always open if you wanna pop in and talk! Happy reading ❤

Content: Fluff. Few mentions of parental neglect and trauma in the beginning.

If there's one thing Y/n was sure of, it was that fictional characters can never hurt her in the way real people did. Growing up in an abusive household she witnessed every terrible thing, heard every heart shattering word being said to her mother. She could not believe that the person who promised her mother a love for eternity and beyond could hurt her in such a way. So Y/n decided that she would never look for love and if it found her somehow, she would run away from it as far as possible. So far she has been lucky. Her college life consisted of some meaningless one night stands or a friends with benefits relationship that she always broke as the relationship hit the one month mark. Looking at her friends being in relationships that were founded on love and trust made her long for a similar connection but then she would remind herself that such happily ever afters existed only in books and movies and not real life. So she turned to books for comfort. If she was not found at her job or her home, she would be at the Rêveries on the 24 Boulevard du Jardin Exotique, Monaco. That little bookshop was her safe place. She could lose herself reading the plethora of books, forgetting the expectations people had from her.

It was early Saturday morning and Y/n found herself browsing through the psychological thrillers shelf when someone bumped into her and hit her head. She was about to give the person a piece of her mind when he started apologising profusely.

" Aye, I'm so so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going and I just needed to escape from the people outside and so ran inside the first place I found and I ran into you and I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it. "

His cheeks were pink and his eyes widened a bit from horror. He looked like a scared yet cute puppy, Y/n noticed. She just shook her head and let out a simple, " It's okay, it's fine. "

"I'm Charles by the way"

"Y/n"

"Lovely name for a pretty girl. "

Charles was entranced by the beauty of the person in front of him. Even with her brows furrowed as she stared at him in disbelief, she was pretty, infuriatingly so. He hoped he would be able to get her number. But then he realised he probably ruined his chances by being a blubbering mess. Still he thought he would give it a try.

" So can I make it up to you by taking you out for a cup of coffee? " He asked her, desperately praying she would say yes.

Y/n shook her head, " Uh, no , that won't be necessary. I'm fine. "

Charles was disappointed. He was looking for a way to keep the conversation flowing when he noticed the book in her hand.

" Is that " The Guest List" by Lucy Foley? "

" Yeah….I've been meaning to read a psychological thriller and my friend recommended this. "

" I've read it and it doesn't disappoint. You should definitely give it a try. "

" You like reading? "

" Yeah! It just gives me an escape from everything you know? Like I can forget about racing, PR events and every other thing"

"Racing? " Charles didn't miss the adorable way her face scrunched and a slight pout appeared on her lips as she asked him about his profession.

" I'm a Formula 1 driver. You like to watch? "

" Uh, I have never watched it before, I'm sorry. "

" There's nothing to be sorry about. If you want, I can explain it to you. " There was an excited glint in his eyes. He was hoping she would say yes so he could talk to her a little more. It didn't matter if he only got a few more seconds with her, he just didn't want the meeting to end.

" I'm sorry but I gotta go. I've a meeting to prepare for . It was lovely talking to you Charles. "

With that she left. Charles was a bit sad. No he waa extremely sad but convinced himself that he would meet her again and this time, he'll get her number.

A month passed before they saw each other again. They met at the same place. Again Charles asked her out and again she refused. This happened three more times before she finally agreed to going on a date with him. To say Charles was overjoyed would be an understatement. He meticulously planned their first date. They went stargazing. Under the night sky, illuminated by the stars, Charles kissed her for the first time but it wouldn't be the last time he did. It was as if all of Y/n's fears vanished from that kiss. She was scared of entering into a relationship but a part of her knew Charles would take care of her heart, that he would never do anything to hurt her and that she would always be safe with him. She took the decision to let go of her fears just this once and allowed herself to fall for Charles.

They've been together for three years. They've fought like any couple does but their love was stronger than all of the problems they were made to face. Charles knew she was the one he wanted to spend his life with, the one he wanted to be the mother of his children. He wanted to grow old with her and he wanted the honour of calling her his wife.

He had been trying to plan the perfect proposal for months. He wanted it to be special, he wanted it to be something she will cherish for the rest of her life. He was passing through the streets of Monaco when he came across the bookstore where they had met for the first time. He knew at that moment that this was where he was gonna propose to his love

It was Sunday morning and Y/n was dragged out of the bed and was instructed to get ready for a bookstore date. Y/n was thrilled. It had been way too long since they had gone on a bookstore date.

As they reached the bookstore, Y/n immediately thought of the first time she had met Charles. She is glad she decided to give him a chance. She couldn't think of her life without him anymore.

As they entered the store, Charles handed a piece of paper to her.

" Is this a scavenger hunt? " Y/n asked curiously. If there's one thing she loved more than Charles, it was a good challenge.

"Sort of. The first number is the book shelf . Second is the row number . Third is the book number.. Each book has one sticky note in it. You need to collect all the notes and piece them together. "

Y/n did exactly that. The clues led her to various books, from crime fiction to a cooking book to a love story about a painter and his muse.

Y/n had collected all the notes. As she tried piecing the words together, she realised they spelt, " WILL YOU MARRY ME? " She turned to Charles but he wasn't there. He was on his knees with a delicate ring in his trembling hands.

" I had something written but I can't find it anymore. I-"

Charles was abruptly cut off by Y/n. She threw herself at him and they both landed on the ground with a thud.

"Y/n"

" You really wanna marry me? "

"Yeah. You're the best thing in my life mon trésor. I want everything with you. The good, the bad and everything in between. "

" More than your championship winning trophy? "

" More than that. So what is your answer? You wanna marry me? "

" Yes! A hundred times yes. "

Charles slid the ring on her finger and kissed her softly. They both knew that there was no place they would rather be. They were ready to start their forever.

#cl16byina #cl16 x reader #cl16 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #f1 x reader

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sparklyslug · 9 months

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would love a snippet of your steddie big bang if you can share! 💖

I chose violence here I’m so sorry (IT WILL ALL BE OKAY I PROMISE)

….

“Don't overwhelm me all at once with enthusiasm,” Steve says. Tries to cushion it with a laugh to make it sound like a joke, but it rings loud and fake across the line, even to his own ears. Ha. ha ha.

“Well I only learned of the existence of this great love of yours five minutes ago, so give me a minute to catch up,” Robin says tartly.

“It’s not–”

“Steve,” Robin sighs. “This is a lot, all at once. I’m trying super hard here, and I am also really hungry and all out of Supportive Lesbian Friend energy. So, before I decide it’s for the best that we both hang up and I get a chicken sandwich in my face as soon as possible, I just gotta ask– why are you telling me all this?”

He takes a deep breath. He doesn’t want to fight either, he reminds himself. That’s not why he picked up the phone in the first place. But then, he’s never wanted to fight. “About email guy, or about Eddie? Because I just–”

“Either,” she interrupts. “Both. Why not just put it in an email?”

Because I miss you, Steve wants to say, wants to howl down the line to her in her Alexandria apartment, a place he can’t even picture because he’s never been there. Because I miss you and there’s no one else to tell. Because I wanted to hear your voice.

“Because I don’t know what to do,” he says, finally. Aware that the silence has gone on maybe a little long.

Robin works through a silence of her own.

“I can’t–I won’t– tell you that, Steve,” she says finally. “Because we both know you’ll just do what you want, anyway.”

“That’s not fair, I–”

“Fine, maybe not what you want, but whatever you think someone else needs you to do. Which might seem less selfish, but also might actually be worse. I actually would love for you to do what you want, for once. What you want. Not Dustin, not Suzie, not whatever some stranger needs from you in the moment.”

“So that’s my advice,” she says after a second, maybe realizing Steve can’t or won’t respond to that. “Do whatever you want, Steve. I hope you actually do.”

#steddie bang #IT WILL BE OKAY!!!!!#sometimes you love someone so so much that you simply cannot co-sign their terrible life choices #I think Robin is very someone like that #my fic #fic game

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wonderlandleighleigh · 1 year

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A Fashionable People short, taking place while Midge is still in the hospital after “On the Other Foot.”

Susie doesn’t sleep for a week.

A fucking week, and she cannot force herself to go to sleep, because every time she closes her eyes she sees her best friend, lying helplessly in that awful hospital bed, surrounded by her family and Lenny and Imogene and it’s just-

It’s too fucking awful.

So she smokes, and she drinks and she paces and she watches some TV and she reads, and she does a crossword puzzle, and she smokes and drinks some more, and nothing fucking does it.

So she braves the cold weather and heads to the hospital.

Midge blinks at her, frowning in confusion. “Are you actually here, or am I just on the good stuff?”

“Both,” Susie tells her, pulling up a chair. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Midge nods, reaching out her good hand to pat Susie’s. “Believe me, I get it. It’s not easy to get any sleep here…doctors and nurses running around…the bed stinks, the pillows are flat.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a hospital, not the Plaza Hotel,” Susie reminds her. “And they’re gonna let you out soon.”

Midge huffs and shrugs, wincing a little. “Sure, they will.”

“Hey,” Susie snaps. “You’re gonna get outta here, your gonna get better and you’re gonna get the fuck back to work.”

Midge smiles just a little and nods. “Okay, Susie.”

“You’re damn right, okay,” the older woman grumbles. She stays quiet for a long, long moment. “So…Lenny was with you when they brought you in.”

“Yeah, he was,” Midge confirms.

They both go silent after that, letting it hang in the air.

“He’s in love with you,” Susie tells her.

“Yeah,” Midge mutters.

“He’s also got an arrest record as long as your arm, and a really big fucking drug problem,” Susie reminds her.

“Yeah,” Midge repeats.

“He’s not exactly a nice, Jewish boy from the Upper West Side,” Susie points out, sitting back and crossing her arms.

“Neither was Joel,” Midge counters. “And even when I found one of those, it didn’t exactly work out.”

“Joel didn’t have the United State Government and a raging drug problem to contend with,” Susie argues. “Look, I get it. The guy’s good looking, he’s funny as fuck, you’ve been friends for a while now. I just wanna make sure you know what you’re getting into.”

"I do know," Midge says softly. "But he gets it, Susie. It's not just that he's funny and attractive. It's that he gets what I'm- what we're trying to do. And he wants me to succeed."

Susie sighs softly and nods. "While we're talking about the men in your life, there is one thing I gotta come clean about."

Midge gives her a shocked look. "You fucked Lenny, too?"

"You fucked Lenny?!"

"Say it louder, I don't think the corpses in the morgue heard you."

"How long has that been going on?"

"Since the night before Carnegie hall…"

"That's good, though. We can spin thar. Two good friends, fallin' into each others' arms the night before his big gig, and then you get hit by a car. The optics on that ain't bad."

"You had something to tell me," Midge reminds her.

Susie nods slowly, blowing out a breath. "It's about Joel?"

"You fucked Joel?"

"Fuck no, I know where he's been."

Midge laughs and winces. "Okay, that was funny. What about Joel?"

And Susie tells her. About the gambling. About losing so much of her hard earned money and going to Joel for help. About letting Joel manage her finances.

Midge stays quiet, taking it all in.

"You hate me now," Susie surmises.

"I…don't," Midge admits. "Before my accident, I might have. But you shouldn't trust Joel with money. He is bad with money."

Susie stares at her, shocked. "Fuck, I thought the stereotype about Jews and money existed for a reason,” she half-jokes.

"For every last one of us except Joel," Midge jokes back. "When we were married I would try to ask about our finances and he'd tell me we were fine, but we were actually living beyond our means."

"Shit."

"Yeah."

"Shit!"

Midge nods. "Yeah."

“I gotta get your money and find someone who knows what the fuck they’re doing,” Susie says.

“Yeah.”

“I thought because he cared about you so much-”

“Yeah, no.”

“Fuck. I’m sorry, Midge.”

Midge nods. “I am, too. That plan of mine…it was awful, and I was awful, and I just- I had my head so far up my ass and then-”

“Hey,” Susie says. “You can’t think about that now, you gotta focus on getting better. Cuz when you get outta here, we got work to do. Right?”

Midge nods, looking grateful. “Right.”

They sit in silence for a little while before Midge speaks again.

“Susie?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t ever make decisions about the money without me again.”

“Yeah.”

#fic #au #Tmmm #Fashionable People (Very Blue Rooms)#Midge Maisel #Susie Myerson

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pkmntrashcan · 1 year

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Language Barrier

This story is complete ☀︎ | Oneshot | AO3

Summary: It felt like second nature to fall for Arven and maybe Juliana should have done a better job to stop her feelings, but when he speaks Paldean to her she can’t help but to crumble.Now...if only she knew what he was saying.

“Juliana.”

If there was one thing Juliana got used to growing up was how common her name was on other people’s lips. She was always the new kid, the one everyone wanted to talk to, the one whose name buzzed around the halls until she up and left after a few weeks. From the hard J’s in Galar, her home region, to the blurred pronunciation of the “l” in her name in Kanto. She’s recently discovered her name sounded best with the softened “J” in Paldean especially when spoken by Arven in front of her.

And while “Juliana” was the one word she could discern…everything else struggled to translate over.

“¿Me entiendes?”

The only reason she could tell Arven was talking to her wasn’t the use of “me.” Or even the fact that he was tapping his pencil on her notebook. (Ironic coming from the guy who hated studying in the first place.) But instead it was his intense gaze, turquoise eye staring right through her– she’s sure at a certain point his patience would wane like it would with Penny or Nemona and yet with her, it never seemed to happen.

She felt lucky for that.

“Juliana,” he repeats, the syllabic word sound more and more like a song every time he called for her.

She’d be a liar if she said the extra hours with Arven weren’t the highlight of her day. Eagerly running from class to his dorm room just for their tutoring lessons. The lower octave of his voice when speaking Paldean putting her attention in a chokehold, perfect for learning she told herself, even if everything he said went in one ear and out the other.

She blinks, unsure of how many seconds have ticked by as she thought about the very guy in front of her, and yet he was still staring at her, waiting for a response.

“Poco…slower” she gets out, forehead furrowing in concentration as if it would make her ears work more efficiently. How much brain power did it take her to use one word in broken Paldean? Pal..arian? The mishmash of languages that Arven affectionately would call her “Juliana-ese.”

He chuckles warmly, a sound she swears is only made for her as he leans in closer into Juliana’s space. “You know when I asked you to slack off for me, I didn’t mean it literally,” Arven flawlessly switching over to her native language.

“Remind me who is the one who has moved to every region in existence?” He’s teasing, mouth pulling into a coy smirk–reminiscent of his Mabosstiff who was currently curled up on his bed a couple feet away.

“Now aren’t you cheeky?” her nose crinkles, “besides my mum speaks Galarian to me” she states matter of factly, aware of her accent making a strong appearance more than ever with that phrase.

It doesn’t deter Arven who once commented that her accent was endearing. She reminded herself of that daily.

She sighs, resting her cheek into her palm, “besides move too often and you gather nothing if you have no one to speak with.”

A low hum blesses her ears. If there’s someone who understood the pain of being alone, it was Arven. But he doesn’t sound sad in his contemplation, well aware she was no longer alone with him by her side. Instead he was deep in thought in trying to fix her current predicament.

“Maybe Mr. Salvatore was right, we gotta stop giving in and speak more Paldean around you instead.”

A breathy one noted laugh escapes her. “Oh that’s a bad idea when you and Nemona go at it I have zero clue what you’re saying.”

It’s funny to her how the only context clues she’d get of their… discussions was their body language. They’d start off in hush whispers, trying to be conspicuous, but things would get heated–fast. Voices would rise, desperation evident in their tones as speed became the priority in the flurry of words and flailing arms that Juliana could never follow. More often than not she wondered if she was the topic from how Nemona would point incessantly at her.

Sometimes Penny would translate to clue Juliana in. Other times Penny would scoff, a sound rooted in annoyance and grievances as she’d join in on the jabs against Arven–at least that’s what Juliana assumed given how proud the two girls would look and how red in the face Arven was by the end of it.

“Trust me,” he mutters, “you don’t want to know what the student council girl is saying.” There’s a second of quiet. “You know it’s concerning. How are we ever going to speak if your understanding is mediocre at best.”

“Hey,” Juliana retorts. “That’s not fair, I think my pronunciation is great.”

A eyebrow quirks at her. He doesn’t need to say it; she knows what he’s thinking.

“Fine, it’s decent at best,” she mumbles in defeat. She’d never understand why Director Clavell ever said she was to be a model student because to her the perfect student should be able to say more than “hola”, “gracias” and “tengo hambre” (the latter specifically only to Arven) after 6 months.

Then again half of that time was her on her treasure hunt and the other was filled with classes in… Galarian .

Oh she was doomed.

The soft thud of a book closing claims Juliana’s attention once more.

“Alright, from now on you are only allowed to speak Paldean,” Arven looks proud, “we have to test your pronunciation then. So copy me.” He scoots his chair closer to her, “tres.”

Her head tilts, unsure of where he was going. Numbers, though important, didn’t seem like the biggest contributors to function well in conversation Paldean.

“Arven, how is that going to help–”

“Tres,” he quickly interrupts. “¿Y por que estas hablando Galarian?”

Her shoulders drop in defeat. “Fine, fine, tres.”

He’s smiling a little too widely now. “ Tres tristes tigres tragando trigo en un trigal .” Tongue effortlessly rolling every emphasized sound as Juliana found herself stuck immediately at tres once again. A word she wasn’t even saying right.

Her eyes go wide, mouth parted in indignation.

“H-hey! No, no that’s too fast, too difficult. What are you even saying three what are doing what in the where?” It’s a flurry of questions as Arven laughs. Really laughs. It’s a low vibration, warm and laced with honey as tears began to prick his eyes. She gets broken words from him this time, “at least” a laugh “you kinda” another “got the gist.”

But that’s not enough to halt her embarrassment. “How does your tongue even form those sounds!” She yells, doing little to end Arven’s laughter. The sound getting closer and closer until he’s about an inch or two away. His sturdy hands coming to squeeze her cheeks together, lips forced to purse.

And maybe her mind was playing games, but Juliana swore he was staring right at them as he did so.

He’s still beaming, coming off the high, “you’re gonna take your lips and relax them,” his hold on her face releasing only ever so slightly to show her the difference. “ Press your tongue to the top and push out,” he then trills his r without even prompting.

“Don’t you roll your r’s at me,” Juliana pouts, pretending to be angry, pretending her heart wasn’t racing a mile a minute, pretending that having Arven this close to her didn’t effect her.

Because it wasn’t the first time Arven breached her personal space. From the quick shoulder taps, to the lingering hand holding, to how their knees were currently brushing as his fingers danced on her skin. Then there was the faint memory of his hand on her waist, pulling her closer, keeping her safe while right up against him. Just the memory of it served as a reminder that he was always there, and he was her friend, and her heart yearned for more. And every time he’d touch her he’d stay for as long as she’d let him, never pulling away and always leaning just a little more in.

Arven was oblivious to how powerful he really was, and to how much she wished they were more than best friends.

But right now her cheeks incriminate her. Could he feel the heat radiating off of her? Or worse hear the drumming in her chest? Could he ever put two and two together about her feelings, but then she feels it all come to a halt when he whispers. Nearly pleads :

“Pequeñita, just try. You’re safe here with me.”

Her head tilts at the sound of that new…nickname?

And she can’t help but to ask.

“Que.. es.. Pe..peque..?” tongue stuck on the ñ as she in turn pleads for answers to her own curiosity. Anything Arven says she wants to know.

Instead she watches his cheeks turn pink, his eyes nervously bouncing around, his throat clearing through the heavy silence of her curiosity. “You don’t wanna know,” he mumbles.

“Si. I do!” She attempts to demand. Feistiness and eagerness not as impactful in a language she didn’t have grasped. His gaze softens as he locks eyes with her, a little sigh leaving him, bracing for impact as he sits back just enough and mutters:

“Tiny.”

She jolts ever so slightly, but his hands never move. A scoff in offense, “I am not! I am not…pequenita!” Juliana retorts with a squeak, eyebrows furrowing angrily as she cranks her head back to look up at Arven as menacingly as she can.

“Your neck says otherwise,” and that’s when one hand moves effortlessly to the back of her head, gently coercing it back down. But their eye contact remained leveled and Juliana became highly aware that Arven has been the one bridging the height gap between them, lowering himself to remain close.

“One sentence,” his forehead touches hers, “A full one,” fingers playing with the tendrils of hair on the back of her head. “ Then we can end this charade for today and get dinner,” he chuckles though a tinge of sadness is evident in his voice. Almost as if he didn’t want the session to end.

But the feeling was mutual.

Then he lets go. The distance feeling too wide for Juliana to be okay with it.

“Just try to make a sentence it can be anything. It can be Mabosstiff is brown. It can be sandwiches are good.”

And he smiles, warm and genuine like the meals he presents to her nearly daily. It’s an act of encouragement, one that believes in her, and one that she wishes she could press her lips against taking it all in for what its worth.

So she scoots back in, her index finger bouncing on her lips , “how do you say this?”

His eyes following every motion. And that fuels her.

“Boca.”

Determination etches her features, a look she only gets when she’s in battle calculating every next move. “Mi boca,” she stands. Her voice is steady, lips pulling playfully as Arven watches her come closer.

“Your mouth.”

She doesn’t have to lean much at all, reaching forward her fingers to graze his own lips. Pride swelling at feeling them part almost naturally under her touch.

“Tu boca.”

He swallows slowly, Juliana taking in every motion of his throat bobbing. “My mouth?” His voice is dry, raspy, it’s a question and yet it wavers on wanting. His gaze no longer fighting to stay on her eyes, they’re locked onto the topic at hand.

But Juliana spends a moment, she’s gotten this far. This far to make a move. This far to show Arven she wants to be more than just his little buddy. But the word escapes her. She doesn’t think it ever was on a test. And as much as she has daydreamed about telling Arven how she feels she has not once thought to look up “to kiss” in Paldean..

And was her sentence even grammatically correct to begin with? But by then it’s too late, milliseconds turning into full seconds and she gets a goofy grin.

“Mwah.”

It’s not Paldean, and it’s not even Galarian at that point. A full onomatopoeia to try to convey what she was trying to say. She’s full on smiling at this point watching the realization etch its way onto Arven’s expression.

She breaks into a flurry of giggles.

“I don’t know how to say kiss in Paldean.” It’s a dash bashful, and whole lot more honest, her shoulders lifting and rising with every sound. She didn’t even have a chance to feel embarrassed as the adrenaline washed over her.

She feels relief, and joy, and even if Arven has yet to react at least it wasn’t an automatic rejection. She tried, that counted, and maybe he’d start to consider her as something more than just his best friend.

“I hope,” her fingers fiddling with her braid, “ the point gets acros–”

The sentence is swallowed by his mouth crashing onto hers. It’s slow and a bit clumsy, but she tastes peppermint. Fresh and slightly sweet, like the garnish he adds in her cup of hot chocolate. His hand holds her waist tight, desperately bringing her closer til she’s stumbling into his lap with a little gasp. Her own hands looking for leverage on his chest as Arven seeks to memorize her taste with every pass of their lips.

“Besar,” he parts, but just barely, as if he’s aiming to return to where he belongs. His breath dances on her lips. It tickles ever so slightly. “Me besas. Te beso. Nosotros besamos.”

And Juliana takes a second to rewire. “Mi boca, tu boca, beso,” before closing the gap between them once again.

#arven x juliana #arven/juliana #picnicshipping #arviana #myfics

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theknittingshadow · 9 months

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A Shadow’s Scattered Thoughts on “Journey to the West”

Alright, people. Blame @semisolidmind for getting me into Lego Monkie Kid. Finally decided to check out the original “Journey to the West. Strap yourselves in because there will be NO organization or cohesion to this whatsoever!

I’m at Chapter 20 right now and so far…

-Wukong’s a little pretentious and entitled but, considering none of the monkeys of Huaguoshan questioned the existence of a fully-furnished palace in Water Curtain Cave, I’m not surprised.

-Shifu Subhodi definitely WAS harsh striking Wukong on the head, as I had heard about before. However, IT WAS ALL A SECRET CODE FOR SECRET IMMORTALITY LESSONS! Hallelujah, he’s not as big a jerk as I feared. Still, there are better ways to get your point across, sir.

-At first, it seemed like the book went on long tangents of unrelated stories. I began to think this was less a book with one overarching storyline and more a collection of stories. Then, I finally got to when Tang is chosen to go on the journey. I realized it was all BACKSTORY.

-The Celestial Realm is simultaneously more and less merciful than I thought. On one hand, they kept giving Wukong chance after chance when he’d get upset and beat someone up or something. On the other hand, they beat and banished Wujing over BREAKING A CUP.

-I was super confused on Lego Monkie Kid’s characterization of Ao Lie when the book first implied he set his father’s palace on fire on purpose. Continuing, it seems more like he lit the place on ACCIDENT. WHICH MAKES HIS WHOLE “AVOIDING CARELESS ACTIONS” and “MY POWES HAVE ONLY EVER GOTTEN ME IN TROUBLE” SPIEL MAKE TOTAL SENSE!!!!!!

-There is so much poetry in here, guys. So So So Much.

-Speaking of poetry, it reminded me of both the Odyssey and several Shakespeare plays where they pause to sing a song or something.

-Why does the author keep making the characters reiterate what just happened? They Do The Thing. Then they gotta explain to someone else The Thing. There’s rarely an instance of “and they recounted the events just described” and leave it at that.

-Why does the Jade Emperor need to take a carriage to go literally anywhere? Even just to the other side of the courtyard? Is it a really big yard?

-Tripitaka DID seem like an overreacting crybaby but then I thought “this is PTSD at work” and IT ALL MAKES SENSE. He gets kidnapped by ogres who kill and eat his personally chosen companions (who came from his monastery and whom he most likely grew up with as friends) before his very eyes. Of course he’s going to freeze up and/or freak out every time a monster appears and Wukong needs to leave his side for whatever reason.

-Related, crying now that you have to walk to the West seems ridiculous until you think it might be more crying about how he was nearly eaten by the dragon that ate his horse!

-Seriously, I could go on about Tang’s unusually frequent crying and how it relates to potential PTSD and delayed reaction to said trauma.

-People keep calling the disciples ugly right to their faces and I Do Not Appreciate It. On another note, Wukong is surprisingly chill about this.

-Bodhisattva Guanyin used a fillet on a bear yaogaui in one chapter. I was not expecting that. Maybe ancient ideas of mercy are different compared to today?

-I’ve read and seen SO many stories of how Zhu Bajie kidnapped the human woman he married but that’s…not what happened. Sort of. They married with both her and her family’s consent. It was only after his true appearance, huge appetite, and poor manners were revealed that her family tries to get rid of him. He keeps his wife away from them as a result. Normally, I’d say good for him for trying to cut off toxic people but his wife was described as pale and unkept when Tang and Wukong arrive. So…she’s not doing good and should really be returned to her family.

-Wukong laughs at people and calls himself “Old Monkey” a lot.

More scattered thoughts to come!

#Journey to the West #jttw #sun wukong #wukong #tang #tripitaka #zhu bajie #sha wujing #lmk #lego monkie kid #ao lie #guanyin #scattered thoughts #Tw murder #tw death #tw kidnapping #Tw ptsd

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celestialanon · 1 year

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Brothers With a Trans Male Lover

Hello dear readers! So for this post, it’s obviously aimed for a specific audience! It was definitely self indulgent, and I hope I can provide something nice and some comfort to my fellow trans male readers! Please do enjoy this set <3

Lucifer

When he had first met you, he misgendered you on accident. You had politely explained to him that you were a male, and he honestly didn't question it, immediately apologizing to you and fixing his words. It wasn't until you both had gotten closer that you felt the need to explain when he found a binder of yours laying on your bed after laundry day.

He wasn't too surprised. Not that he fully understood what being trans meant, but he had seen a few demons express themselves in such a way that went against the gender norms, and he wondered briefly if maybe they were trans as well without knowing it. While he had many questions, he decided to leave them for another time in favor of telling you that he sees no problem with it and that he has looked at you as the man you were since the day you corrected him.

He often offers to help clean your binders by hand so they don't get ruined otherwise, as well as reminds you when to take it off if it's gotten too late. He wants to make sure you aren't harming yourself any. He always encouraged you to at least give yourself a breather when you were in his room, as he would not see you any differently with or without your binder on.

There was one memorable day you shared, you had overheard a few nosy demons murmuring about you in the hall. Harsh words that you've heard before, but words that stung just a bit more when Lucifer's name got thrown in the conversation. A new fear came along with the already existing dread of your identity: what did it look like to stand beside Lucifer like this?

He had noticed you unfocused at his desk, staring at your assignment and mindlessly messing with the pen in your hand. He went over and placed a hand at your shoulder, watching your face twist in discomfort. Your words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"Aren't you embarrassed being with someone like me?" Lucifer had froze above you, looking down at you with shock.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to be with a real man, or woman. I-I'm not not ruining your image, am I?" Your voice had become small, and he could hear the strain in it as you clearly forced yourself to stay composed. He merely shook his head, getting to your level before pulling you in a tight hug against his chest.

"You are a real man, my dear. I feel nothing but pride when having you by my side." He brushed the short strands of hair at your ear, leaning in close so you could hear him better.

"Never doubt yourself over such thoughts again, I've never wanted anyone as I've wanted you."

Mammon

At first, he honestly thought you were into cross dressing. Not that he really cared, he's seen his brother do it before, so it wasn't a big deal if that was the case. And you pulled it off quite well! But he soon realized he was wrong when you gave him a glare at his accusations, explaining that you were actually transgender. The poor guy, had absolutely no idea what you meant. He was given a detailed explanation by Lucifer, and was instructed to apologize to you immediately.

He found you sitting alone, gathering your things while awkwardly coming to greet you. Being the mess that he was, his apology was all over the place, but you couldn't help but smile at his words. A jumbled mess of "I-I didn't know you were a dude, my bad!" Leading to "I don't care what ya are, why do I gotta babysit?!" You fell into place beside him quickly after, forgetting your initial annoyance with him.

Now, he got defensive whenever someone threw out the wrong word. You'd be the one to tell him it wasn't a big deal, but he'll never forget the look you gave him when he got it wrong. Although he can't relate to you, he's not stupid enough to not notice how much it affects you. How could he not notice? The way you stare at your body in every passing mirror, the way your voice flattens when it sounds a bit high compared to everyone else, even the way he caught you once on your bedroom floor, sorting your clothes as tears stained your sad red eyes.

He quickly made his way to you, shutting your bedroom door behind him and crouching on the floor to meet your face. Your eyes flickered up to his, before turning back down as you quickly wiped at your nose. You couldn't possibly feign this while he was sat right in front of you. You had the urge to bury your face into shirt you were currently folding.

"Why? What happened?" He asked, and when you ignored his question, he released your grip from the shirt and peered closer at you.

"I said, what happened. Don't ignore me." The stern tone in his voice was not one you heard often. It caused more tears to fall down your cheeks.

"N-None of this looks good on me... I'm t-tired of looking this way..." You wiped at your eyes, trying to ignore the way your voice broke and how high it was. Mammon wasn't the best at comforting, but if there was one thing he hated, it was seeing you cry. Absolutely soul crushing. He pat his hands onto his knees, beginning to pull you up with him by your arms.

"Alright, I got the problem. New clothes, right?" When you stared at him with bewilderment, he just smiled. He used the bare skin of the back of his hand to wipe under eyes, pinching your cheeks to stop your frown.

"What? If you don't like any of my clothes I'll buy ya some new stuff. So stop cryin' already, babe. Please..." He made sure the tears stopped before your shopping date.

Leviathan

Levi knew the minute you told him that you were trans. He has heard the term before somewhere on the internet, and immediately accepted you and treated you respectfully. He even asked you to be his "Henry", and started comparing you to more male characters that reminded him of you to see you smile. If you were having a bad dysphoria day, it was cuddles on the beanbag all day wrapped up in one of his large Ruri hoodies.

Levi was someone who seemed to be very comfortable with his masculinity, and you noticed this through his cosplays and behavior at times. If you expressed how much you wanted to be comfortable with yourself in the same way, he would help you by taking it slow. He invites you to get your nails painted with Asmo, to cosplay a female with him (mainly Ruri), or even shows you how to main females in the various games he plays. He never forgets to remind you that he never sees you as less of a man when you do so.

On a particularly bad day, you stood right in front of his bathroom mirror, eyeing the curves on your body as you covered your chest with a towel. You couldn't hide the sadness in your frown, just looking at your body sometimes made you feel sick. There was a light knock at the door, and you invited Levi to join you inside. He went red at first glance, but his surprise faltered when he noticed the look on your face.

"M-Mc? What's wrong?" He stood a small distance from you, not wanting to invade your privacy. You shrugged your shoulders, looking down at the binding tape on the counter and clutching the towel more tightly.

"Just stared at my chest too long again, no biggie...." There was a small silence, but you soon felt a nervous pair of arms embrace you from behind, pulling you flush against Levi's chest. In moments like these, where you felt the worst about yourself, he managed to find ways to make you feel otherwise.

"I can help... with the tape." He started, his chin resting atop your head. You could see the unwavering blush on his cheeks as he looked back at you in the mirror.

"O-Only if you want me too! I can leave if not." The tight hold at your waist told you he really didn't want to leave, nor did you mind. In fact, you felt it was a rather sweet gesture. And you trusted Levi more than anyone.

"Yeah, I want you to." So he did just that, listening to your instructions on how to properly wrap your chest, his gaze avoiding yours as much as it could. You wanted to laugh, he was clearly a bit embarrassed, but he was trying his best. When he was done, he asked if it was too tight for you, but he actually managed to wrap it quite snug.

"Thanks, sweetheart." You gave him a kiss in thanks on the lips, and that stupid smile of his that made your heart flutter appeared. It's hard to feel so bad about yourself when he looks at you that way, so full of love.

Satan

Satan had actually learned the term in a book he read. He was quite fascinated with the character and learning their internal struggles, so the first thing he felt for you when you told him was concern. He often asked what made you comfortable and what didn't, and adjusted himself so. He made sure everyone else did the same, at least among his brothers, and payed close attention to any other demons surrounding you. He was the first to correct anyone to misgender you and always apologized on everyone else's behalf.

When you two had gotten much closer, you sat him down and explained that it was okay for him to be less serious on the subject. That you were able to handle yourself against the words of lesser demons. You considered yourself to be quite confident, and he truly admired you for such. So he did as you asked, giving you some air and watching as you held your own against any gossip or awkward stares. It was child's play to you, you didn't care how anyone saw you, as long as you knew who you were yourself.

Like his brother, he would compare you to male characters he really likes. You two often make small jokes with each other, like saying "I guess that makes you gay now." It was an automatic joke, and you shut your mouth after saying it in fear that it would rub him the wrong way. To your surprise though, he just laughed. His smile was wide as he turned the next page of his current book, his light chuckles fading.

"Yeah, I suppose it does, doesn't it?" That's weird. You had previously very rarely ever felt self conscious beside Satan, but for some reason, that joke had you freeze up in your spot. You felt yourself become nervous, rubbing your palms onto your pants to wipe away oncoming sweat. Your eyes met Satan's, worry flashing as you gave him a small smile.

"S-Sorry! I was kidding, just a stupid joke...." To save from humiliation, you picked up a nearby book, trying to forget what had just happened. Why did you feel that way? Was there secretly a part of you that believed Satan didn't love you as much as he said he did? Because you were a trans man? Was that the problem? Girls were never a problem before, but would he have preferred one? How could you just say he was gay now, even if you were joking? Well, there goes your mind again, thinking a mile per minute.

Satan had long already set down his book, turning to you as you personally crushed your spirit into pieces. You were clearly paying no attention to the book in your hands. He tried calling your name a few times, and when that didn't work, he pulled the book out of your hands, finally gaining your attention.

"Love? Why the sudden look? Did I say something wrong?" Your heart sank at his worried expression. You told him not worry himself over you numerous times, but he still did...

"N-No, I'm sorry. I'm the one who said something wrong, I shouldn't have joked like that. You probably felt uncomfortable." Word vomit, multiple apologies, and Satan was trying to wrap his head around what you had said. That uncertain look in your eyes was not one he'd seen often. He carefully grabbed your hands with both of his, giving you all of his attention.

"Mc, I don't feel any discomfort from your joke. Rather, I thought it was fairly accurate..." When you didn't respond to him, a few things began to click into place. He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, caressing his thumb into the knuckles of your fingers.

"You're a very handsome man Mc, and I feel lucky to be the one you want by your side. I believe that since we are both males, that constitutes for a homosexual relationship, does it not?" There he goes again, pulling out the specifics. You couldn't help but laugh at his serious demeanor. How could you worry yourself so much over a joke like this?

"Yeah, I guess that does make you pretty gay."

Asmodeus

Not only has Asmo learned what being trans meant from Solomon, but he had met many demons that expressed themselves as such as well. It was simple knowledge to him, so he didn't bat an eye when you explained yourself to him. He apologized swiftly before correcting himself and changing absolutely nothing with his advances towards you.

Getting close to Asmo was rather easy, and before long you two had become an item. And truly, it was hard to be insecure about yourself around Asmo. He praised your body like it was a well built sculpture, said your voice was close to heavenly and reminded him of the angels that used to sing to him. Your skin was as smooth as silk sheets and he just wants to sink into it until- well, you get the idea. The compliments were never on hold.

But you did manage to get a bit in the dumps when his small groups of fans came into the picture. They were primarily made up of women, unsurprisingly. That may have been what stung you the most. Deep down you knew Asmo probably didn't have a solid preference, but you wondered if he'd rather have imagined himself with a woman.

You were checking yourself in the mirror, you had slipped on something a little more on the feminine side. It was something from Asmo's closet, and you couldn't help but cringe. You wanted so badly to like it, maybe he would like it too. But instead you just felt miserable.

Asmo had entered the room with his loud greeting, quickly spotting you in the corner as you went stiff in your spot. He eyes you up and down, gasping in small surprise. Your shoulders hung low, and you could feel yourself getting smaller.

"I-Is it weird?" The look on your face showed that you didn't like it, and Asmo immediately caught on to the fact. He went in front of you to place his fingers at your chin, frowning at your frustration.

"Hon, if you don't like it that much, why did you put it on?" You couldn't look away, as he sternly kept you in place, looking at him. When you sighed in defeat, you began moving to undress.

"I don't know. I thought you would probably like this look on me more...."

"Oh no- Mc why would you think that?" He helped you remove your arms through the sleeves, setting the top aside before turning his attention back to you.

"I'm a little afraid.... That you might not like me because of who I am?" You spoke quietly, and he studied your features for a minute.

"Because you're not a girl?" You nodded stiffly, he placed a kiss between the furrow of your brows, pulling back with a small smile.

"I don't care what you are hon, I love you dearly." He gave you another kiss, on the lips this time.

"But please, you are much more sexy in your own clothes rather than mine." At this point, you should have known how head over heels he was for your masculine look. Maybe someday you'd get it.

Beelzebub

Beel had actually believed you were cis from the beginning. Sure, maybe your voice was a bit higher, your height much smaller than the rest of them, and your build not as big. But you passed very well, and he didn't think anything of it, because some guys were just built like that. So he was rather surprised when you explained that you were trans.

He was definitely confused, and had many questions on the matter. He asked why it had to be that way? Why weren't you able to change to the gender you wanted to be? And why did people make such a big deal out of it? At the end of the day, he reminded you that he saw you for what you were, another man surrounded by demon men. Lucky you.

He was extremely supportive when you needed him to be, offering snacks to cheer you up on the bad days, bringing you to his workout sessions if you wanted to gain some muscle. You had excitedly run up to him one day, exclaiming how happy you were to be able to get testosterone.

Of course, you had to explain what that was too. But when he saw the big smile on your face, he couldn't help but cheer along with you. You had asked him in private if he would be willing to help you with your shots, to which he immediately agreed to. But when it came down to it, he was awfully nervous of hurting you. You watched as he shakily brought the needle up to your skin.

"It won't hurt you too bad, right?" He asked, hesitant to make another move. You laughed, giving him a reassuring nod.

"It won't hurt, and it will make me happy when I'm done." You patted your thigh in urgency, and his face cringed. He carefully injected the needle into your thigh, making sure to give it a wipe when he was finished. He looked up at you hurriedly in case of any discomfort. He was relieved to find you completely fine.

"Mc... Don't you get tired of having to do all these things?" He's seen it all with you. The mornings you struggled to slip on your binder, the days you had to correct someone for addressing you the wrong way, he even accompanied you to get your hair cut when it grew too long for your liking.

He truly wondered why you had to try so hard to be yourself, and he felt sad for you. He had rested his hands over your thighs, a defeated look on his features as he thought more about it. You shook your head, cupping his face and getting him to look back up at you.

"I do, but I have to do these things to be comfortable in my own skin." He leaned into your touch, almost placing a kiss at your hand.

"You know you never have to feel uncomfortable around me, right?" Oh, how kind he was...

"Of course I know that."

Belphegor

When he first met you, he was just as clueless as his twin. Except he ended up misgendering you, but offered a simple apology when you corrected him. Maybe you just appeared more on the feminine side, that’s his bad. But then you started explaining all these things about being trans, and he apologized saying he didn’t quite understand.

Not that he didn’t accept you or anything, he just didn’t understand the feeling of not feeling at home in your own skin. He didn’t really get it for a minute, but then he noticed how much you look at yourself. How hard you try to present yourself confidently when you were next to them. How much you had to correct people when they misgendered you.

It started to become frustrating to him. Why did you always have to explain yourself? Couldn’t they see you were just another guy? Was it really that hard to tell? In his eyes you weren’t any different from the rest of them, maybe just a little shorter though…

When he noticed you explaining to another demon classmate of yours, he hurried to your side and started dragging you away by the hand. Your complaints fell on deaf ears, his face twisted in annoyance as he looked back at the demon.

“Belphie? What’s gotten into you?” You managed to tug free before you reached his bedroom door, he turned to you with pouting mug.

“Aren’t you mad?” You looked at him dumbfounded, unsure of how to respond.

“They ask you the same questions everyday. It’s annoying, right? You can get mad.” He crossed his arms at you, waiting for a response. You nervously held onto your arm, surprised at his small outburst. You gave him a smile that you were sure wasn’t all too convincing.

“I-I’m not that mad. I can’t blame others for not understanding, right?” He deadpanned at you, grabbing onto your wrist again and pulling you inside his room. He shut the door with a slam.

“You’re too nice, Mc.” You shrugged at his words, because maybe he was right about that. You could admit to yourself you were a bit annoyed, but there was a good handful of people who understood you too. It wasn’t all bad.

“Just so you know, you can always tell me if you do get mad, or something….” You smiled, letting him lead you to his bed.

“Yeah.”

“…And you’ll never have to explain stuff like that to me either….”

“….Yeah.” Belphie was not the best with words, but you still cherished what he said. You pulled him into a tight hug, whispering a small thanks into his shoulder.

#obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me x mc #obey me #omswd

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herofics · 6 months

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Heyy idk if u do requests but can u do a pt 3 to big bro Dabi? Maybe how him and teen! Reader met? Tyy

A/N: The previous two "big bro Dabi" posts can be found here and here in no particular order, because it doesn't matter. I wanted to write a scenario for this, since the previous two are also scenarios and I wanted to keep that going. This is platonic, obviously… and I didn’t know how to end it so I just took the lazy way

Dabi was wandering the streets once again. Shigaraki had pissed him off and he had left the hideout, disguised as to not draw attention to himself. His appearance tended to attract people’s attention and he definitely didn’t need that right now. There probably wasn’t a person in Mustafa who didn’t know his face. It was exactly the kind of notoriety he had been looking for, but right now, it was a pain in the ass.

You needed money. Your mother had broken your headphones and you needed to buy new ones. The problem was, since your parents didn’t let you work, you didn’t have any money. So for a couple of months now, you had been pickpocketing. You’d gotten pretty damn good at it too. You targeted people in big crowds, since it was easier to disappear into the sea of people, and no one really thought twice about being bumped into in a crowd. You picked the pocket of some guy who was dressed completely in black clothes. You slipped into a nearby alleyway, completely oblivious to the fact that you hadn’t gotten away with it and that you were being followed.

Dabi was pissed, so he was looking for an excuse to make someone suffer. Someone picking his pocket was the perfect excuse to spread some hurt. He followed you at a distance, almost losing you in the crowd in the process, but he caught up to you as you slipped into an alley.

He followed you deeper into the alley away from prying eyes.

You could hear the footsteps getting closer and when you looked back, you noticed the person whose wallet you were going through. You started running, but were stopped by a flash of blue flames that shot past you. Was it actually him? Was it that villain who had been burning people alive recently? Dabi? Why was your luck so shit?

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you exclaimed, bowing repeatedly and offering his wallet back to him.

Maybe you could get out of this with minimal injuries if you just didn’t antagonize him.

“Give me my cash” Dabi hissed as he looked through his wallet.

In your panic, you had totally forgotten about the cash you had stuffed into your hoodie pocket. You started pulling it out, but your hands were trembling so badly you dropped most of it.

“So-sorry, I’ll pick it up” you stammered, kneeling down to gather the cash.

“You kids these days have no common sense. Why would you just pick anyone’s pocket? You gotta pick your targets better” Dabi muttered, not actually expecting you to answer.

“I need new headphones because my mom broke mine” you explained, wondering why he would ask you something like that.

“You do realize I wasn’t actually lookin for an answer, right?”

“Yeah, I don’t really know why I answered” you muttered as you stood up and handed him his cash.

There was just something so pathetic about you, maybe you reminded him of himself back in the day. Lost, broken and with no place to belong to. It’s not like he was going to give you his money, but he wasn’t going to hurt you like he had originally planned. Perhaps you could be of use.

“What kind of quirk you got?” Dabi asked.

“I can speed up people’s healing while I’m touching them. Why?” you answered cautiously, figuring it was probably best to be honest.

“I’m givin you a choice, you can come with me and do somethin with your life or just go on with your shitty existence until you pick the wrong person’s pocket and end up dead in a ditch somewhere”

You were pretty damn curious about why a villain like Dabi would want to help someone like you. Although you weren’t sure if he actually thought of it as helping, or as just furthering his own agenda, you were quite sure it was the latter. Your curiosity got to be too much, so you decided to go with him. How much worse could it really be than your current situation?

That’s how you ended up with the League. By picking the pocket of one of the worst villains alive.

#mha #dabi #my hero academia #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha dabi #mha dabi #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction

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goblin-spider · 10 days

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[Log 480]

<year: 3065/2124>

<Time: 2:03 am>

«Spotted troopers today. No sound yet from Patrick about food. Noah gave me a pack of those things I used to eat called prawn chips. I wonder where he's getting them from? Is it from the Chinese place in downtown? Is it from Sydney, down in that little bar called madame Brock's? I'll never know where he gets the stuff he does. Sweet kid. Pat and Bowe raised him well. If I don't get my butt moving soon, someone might see me out here. The stars are lovely company though. The sand... Not so much.»

<Time: 6:30am>

«Made it halfway out to a swap base. The cars in this area are all out of fuel and broken down. Wonder if I can bum a smoke off of Kirk? He's always got something stupid on him. Grove sap would be nice for once. *Adjusts his goggles* Then again, it's probably non existent now. How longs it been? 4 years since I had my last drop? Would have to ask Kirk.»

<Time: 6:45am>

«*Sizzling of a steam powered door* morning Kirk. Found anything good in here?»

~Only some dead guys! Stole their clothes though. Designer alchemax boots! Retro! *Looks towards the goggles* oh come on you cunts would too if you were stuck in the wastelands, in hiding.~

«Kirk, please, cease your senseless yapping and help me lift this thing.»

~Back still bad from last week?~

«Yooouu bet. Found any medicine on these max workers?»

~Mate, do I look like the medicine retriever. I wish you'd just turn yourself in. No more running.~

«*rattling of medicine bottles* What happened to you hating troopers and bootlickers? I'm not going back to society. Troopers may be old but the culture is newer now. Nothing we knew will be there. Found some blight pills. Might help if we catch it.»

~I don't exactly like wandering out here, okay? Sometimes I get sick of you. oh and I'm immune honey. Just like you're immune to settling down or turning yourself in so we can actually shower.~

*he just stared blankly under his mask and goggles*

«uh huh... We showered on Monday, quit complaining.»

~ You smell like sand and death. Aren't you tired of running and killi- oh! Found a cellar! Wanna go in?~

«Not really. Gotta get a move on. We can sleep at the next swap base.»

<time: 1:00pm>

«*alarm goes off* manual, quiet mode.»

[Of course.｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ reminder: it's time to go check on your friends.]

«My fri- you mean firelight and Harry?... Can't be that time of year already.»

[your readings show that your cortisol is high and your serotonin is at its lowest.]

«... Okay. I'll go see where they are now.»

~*mumbling sleepily* don't go. don't want to be alone...~

«*leans down and whispers in his ear* I'll only be gone for a few hours. I'm sure you can handle things without me. I just want to check. Okay.»

~ okay... I'll get a Bauhaus record on by the time you're back. ~

«seeya scrotum face.»

~seeya blight victim~

<Time: 5:45pm>

«*Boots thumping on the apartments floorboards* hm. No one's home. Good. Hopefully I don't leave any sand about. That'll be too hard to clean.»

«*Takes off his thick heavy gloves and puts them on the coffee table while he tidies just a little bit, like he usually does when he visits. He washes the dishes and cleans up the rubbish, takes a rag and dusts here and there and puts any dirty clothes he finds in a basket. He was just putting some things away when he spotted something* Huh, what's that?»

«*there's a recorder on the counter, a really old one, like from Bowes era. Curiosity gets the better of him and he picks it up to inspect it or hit play and listen, only to hear the front door unlocking. He quickly darts behind a corner and peers very carefully around it*»

«*He sees Harry come home and plop on the couch, covered in spray paint. Gabe must've heard him because he came out of his room and made his way to the kitchen cabinet to grab a snack. That's when he started internally swearing at himself for making so much noise without scanning the place first to make sure he wasn't home.*»

«*by that point, mer had stuck himself to the ceiling so that Gabe wouldn't see him peering out from around the corner. He looked a little different than he used to, seemingly spending a lot of time deciding what snack to eat. Then Gabe's head started to turn in his direction and he decided right then and there to quickly portal the hell out of there.*»

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#the life of mer taylor #mer osborn #spidersona #spiderverse #oc post #oc rp

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mister-heart · 2 years

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Alright but.... if u have Twili headcanons. ... ... I much desire to hear them....👁️👁️

(I'm wildly curious and i haven't given much attention to them in my own interpretations tbh, but I love them and you're making me want to draw hella Zant now)

Then you’ll have to pry them from my cold, dead hands… kidding! But if you DO draw Zant please let me know he is one of my little wives. Ok so headcanons? I can list off a few.

- They still speak the old language of their ancestors. Think of it as a person speaking modern English talking to someone who spoke old English. You’re probably not gonna understand them. I like to think this gives them an accent too. Midna tried to teach it to Link but thought it was WAY funnier to lie and make up shit. “Oh yeah, to say hello is ‘woobyshaba’. Trust me, I would never lie to you. You also have to kiss the person you’re greeting, if they’re a friend you gotta use tongue. It’s tradition, don’t be so judgmental.”

- it’s super taboo to idolize their ancestors, I mean they were the ones that got them sent to the twilight realm in the first place. That’s one big reason people didn’t think Zant should lead, he was like a fanboy for great grandpa Murder Ass.

- This may be nsfw but I have discussed (thoroughly) with a friend that because they have nipples and belly buttons they are conceived naturally through sex. My friend insisted they poofed into existence but she is CLEARLY wrong I mean they were human once so they’d simply smash and pop out a baby. They have genitals I just don’t know where they’re hiding them. (For genital headcanons you gotta pm that shit)

- I think Midna and Zant are around the same age and grew up together. It was mostly Midna bullying Zant, but they were still friends. Mostly. Frenemies maybe? Midna’s love language was harassment and Zant was super easy to set off. They’d fight a lot but would also share snacks. Idk, make of it what you will.

- Midna actually won multiple mischief trophies. This is NOT a Twili tradition, she made it up as an excuse to have trophies. She wins every year because she’s also the judge.

- Most of the people refuse to use any magic because of all the trouble it’s brought them, but a lot also use it to keep their history and culture alive. Very half and half. If you’re royalty you HAVE to learn to use magic, however.

- Zant is seen as very attractive where he’s from. Maybe because he’s tall and has beautiful eyes and can swallow his whole forearm in an alluring display of manliness. Oh how the people are wooed, it almost makes you forget his crazy ideologies.

- Midna told Zant that he looked like a fish once and he cried so hard he threw up. He was an adult when this happened.

- Technically everything there is solar powered… Not a headcanon I just wanted to remind you.

- There IS a monarchy but if people hate you enough they just give the crown to some other guy.

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weirdo09 · 1 year

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i wish

a bywheelclair fic series: chapter one(based on a song of the same name)

you know, being in highschool really seemed to shit up mike’s interest in women. well in his defense, they cake themself in makeup, they have nasty attitudes(*cough* *cough*max*cough* *cough*) and they’re really not that hot. besides it’s not like they like him anyway, he’s too tall and lanky, he’s a freak and he’s not athletic. every girl seems to go for ballers now, not that he could blame them. though, they’re literally the bane of his existence(besides his best friend, lucas) he gotta hand it to them that they’re hot, not that he’d tell anybody that is.

truth be told, mike just found out he liked guys and it hit him like a double decker bus. not to mention, his first friend ever, will happened to be his crush. bad news, he’s been crushing on lucas like today, will called him telling him that they’re dating which mike was obviously happy for him and give his congratulations. he couldn’t help but wonder if he was a baller or maybe even a little taller. mike was close to 6’0 so maybe someone would find him attractive then and maybe if he was a baller, he’d finally get some validation from his peers but enough of that, he couldn’t betray hellfire if you could even call it that now. since eddie died, no one felt like taking his place so they soon disbanded. it hurt dustin the most, he didn’t come to school for a few days and when he got back, he never was the same again. it reminded mike of when the byers moved away.

sure, they moved back but it still effected him though he couldn’t pinpoint why. as the days progressed, will and lucas’ relationship grew stronger. not that mike was jealous, i mean why would he when lucas practically had taken his first best friend away from him. they almost never hung out and it was seriously bugging mike. they were all lovey dovey, constantly flirting and being all coupley. you could always count on dustin to use his straight-dar for some weird cause. “are you prissy about you and el breaking up?” dustin asked smugly, practically inhaling his food. mike gave him a scowl, “what? no, what the hell, dustin? that breakup was mutual. we didn’t like each other anymore that’s it.” mike snapped, dustin smirked. “yup, still prissy.” dustin confirmed, mike huffed at him and left the table to go to the restroom.

sometimes, mike really hates himself. sure, his friends can also be an absolute pain but this hatred is way worse. he just couldn’t figure out how lucas’ better than him. yeah, lucas could play ball, he had a pretty nice body, had a nice, warm personality too and he was charismatic. all these qualities made him a great friend and possibly a great boyfriend. what the fuck? why is he thinking about this right now? ‘your best friend is dating him, you sicko.’ mike thought to himself, sitting onto of the toilet seat. as he got out, he took a look at his face. he had the same pale skin that would burn easily in the sun, freckles that made his face look sunkissed, (one of the only good things the sun ever done for him) dark brown eyes that complimented his jet black hair and dark pink lips that matched his skin tone. noting these feature, mike could say that he’s decent looking. “certainly, not decent enough for will.” mike grumbled and went out the restroom.

dustin stood outside the door. “you ok, drama queen?” dustin said sincerely. mike rolled his eyes,”yeah, why?” he asked, not really wanting an answer. “i mean you just ran out after i mentioned el.” dustin said, mike sent him a glare. “you are so stupid sometimes, you know that?” he said, walking away. “well, i would know something if you actually told me anything!” dustin exclaimed. “you know what, it doesn’t even matter, ok? i’m fine, i’m fine!” mike exclaimed back, facing dustin when he said it. “dude, i know you’re not ok, just tell me.” dustin begged. mike kept a straight face, “it really doesn’t matter besides i’m going to be late for next period.” mike said before walking away again. ‘something’s up and i’m going to find out what.’ dustin thought as he walked to his next period.

after school, dustin went over to talk with will and lucas. “hey, you guys, have you noticed how weird mike’s acting?” dustin asked, the two looked at him. “i have noticed some things.” will noted, grimacing. lucas just shrugged, “why? did you talk to him?” he asked, dustin nodded. “i talked to him on my way to my last period, he seemed… not ok.” dustin declared. will sighed, “i’ll talk to him on my way home.” he said, dustin grinned. “so it’s settled, operation help mike is a go!” the three of them laughed, mike watched from the sideline.

mike huffed in frustration and made his way to nancy’s car. as he got in, nancy instantly recognized his mood. “what’s wrong with you today?” she asked, a hint of concern flowed in her voice. mike crossed his arms and looked out the window. “nothing, nancy, just drive.” he grumbled, nancy sighed. “so this is what i get acting like a sister, huh?” nancy remarked, mike snapped, “nobody asked you to act like one.” nancy said nothing and started driving.

the past few weeks, mike went into a spiral. sormtimes, it got so bad, he couldn’t even look in the mirror, the pain was too unbearable. will visited sometimes too but mike couldn’t seem to face him. a week after not being in school, mike finally got the courage to go. well not exactly, nancy kept bugging him so eventually he went. mike knew that he was going to be bombarded with questions about why he was gone but he didn’t really feel like answering them. surprisingly, no one said a word about it well except dustin, who was running mike’s ear off.

“you missed so much stuff! like lucas’ basketball game, still don’t get the hang of basketball but he was pretty much the coolest one there!” dustin rambled on, mike chuckled. lucas puffed out his chest, “i sure was.” he declared, for some reason that made mike’s knee go weak. just like the first time he had heard will’s voice change. lucas’ voice had always been velvety, rich and sweet but something about it now seemed to make mike wanna spend every living day with him and will, being so physically close to each other that they wouldn’t want to let go.(no freaky stuff,y’all) will noticed that mike looked out of it, he began waving his hand in front of mike’s face.

“hello, mike? you in here?” will asked with a small smile. seeing will made mike snap out of whatever trance he was in. mike shook his head, “yeah, i’m here.” he slurred out, he suddenly felt sleepy. something about will calmed down his senses, especially his racing head full of thoughts. mike couldn’t help but think about laying his head down on will’s thigh, his hands playing with his hair. he snapped out of it, ‘what is wrong with me?’ mike thought as dustin continued rambling on about what he missed.

“you also have some homework you have to do.” dustin added, mike groaned and let his head fall on the table. “that’s our mikey!” will exclaimed fondly, mike’s face started to heat up. ‘i can’t wait to go home, at least there, i don’t have weird feelings about my friends..’ mike thought as the rest of the gang cracked up. mike was once again proven wrong when he got home. it seemed like his ‘weird’ feelings only increased as he got up to his bedroom. even with his crush on will, he’s never felt this strongly about him(will) and lucas before and it’s seriously messing with him. he couldn’t sleep until 5:00 am, thinking about them. mike felt so pathetic, ‘having crushes on two of your best friends really isn’t idle.” mike thought before nodding off.

running off an hour of sleep also isn’t idle but besides the point, mike was running off of one hour of sleep and very soon he felt like he was about to fall out. in his sleepy haze, mike barely noticed his friends trying to talk to him and fell asleep. “is he ok? he looks like by a truck.” max remarked with a hint of sympathy. will looked anxious, “i don’t know but, it looks like it’s getting worse.” he said softly in a saddened voice. lucas pulled will close to him, “i’m sure he’s gonna be okay, baby, it’s alright.” he said reassuringly, will nodded not really hearing him. he was just worried about his best friend. “maybe me and you can check up on him later?” will proposed, the worries look still shadowing his features. lucas nodded, kissing will’s temple. max cackled, “i see you two are getting all coupley..” she said smugly, will flushed light pink and lucas grinned.

after lunch, will and lucas woke mike up to take him to his next class. “m’ok, i can go on my way-.” mike slurred out before nodding off again. will grabbed his face, “hey, mikey, wake up, you can sleep when we take you home, ok? just this class and you’ll be out. i’ll be right in there with you.” will coaxed softly, mike opened his eyes and looked up at him. “okay.” he whispered softly, will hoisted him up by the waist and mike leaned in, grabbing onto him. after that, the three of them walked to their next classes. once will got mike to his seat, he found his next to him. mike fell asleep through most of the lesson so will just wrote notes for the both of them and was sure to occasionally check if he was comfortable, he slept like a rock throughout.

at the end of the day, will dragged mike to his car where lucas was meeting them up at. “hey, baby, did he sleep the whole time?” lucas asked, opening the backseat door for will and mike, who cling to will like a koala bear. lucas found it cute how mike acted when he was sleepy, like a little baby. he chuckled before getting in the driver’s seat. in the back, will was comforting mike, who began to whine when he tried to move him off. “hey, mikey it’s ok, i wasn’t trying to get you off me.” will said sweetly, running a hand through mike’s hair. he hummed before nodding off, soft snores could be heard throughout the car. lucas smiled softly, he’d also had a crush on both will and mike but never knew when to act upon it until now that was, well with will being his boyfriend, who he loved very dearly.

the car ride to mike’s was mostly silent except for the occasional snoring of mike himself and will softly humming to him. lucas would say that will was soft with his friends and family but with mike, it was like he’d perfected his softness towards him since forever, of course he knew that he was because mike’s home life wasn’t the best but he was happy all the same. once they got to mike’s, will gently shook mike awake, he groaned but opened his eyes. “hey, are you okay?” will asked softly, mike nodded. “do you want me to carry you?” will asked, mike nodded again. lucas felt that he should be jealous that his best friend is practically all over his boyfriend but he just couldn’t. he knew he was natural for the boys to enact physical intimacy between each other and hell, it was pretty cute.

will carried mike bridal style to the door, “are your parents home?” he asked, mike shook his head. “just uh me and nance’s there sometimes.” mike replied softly, will nodded. “do you have a key?” will asked, mike nodded. he unlocked the door and pushed it open. mike was right, nobody was here, it looked depressing and will despised that. “let’s getcha ya up to your room, ok? we can cuddle.” will whispered to mike, who beamed at his words. lucas huffed with fake annoyance. “what, so i can’t join the cuddle party?” he questioned, will started laughing. “of course you can, babe. i’ll just set it up, ok? call me if you need anything!” will exclaimed as he walked up the stairs with mike in tow.

once the two made it to mike’s room, will placed him down on his bed and went to find him and himself some pajamas. after that and they changed, they began cuddling. mike’s back was turned facing will’s chest, it felt nice with will playing with mike’s hair. a few minutes later, lucas came upstairs and jumped in mike’s bed with them. he wrapped his arms around will’s waist, placing his cheek in the crook of will’s neck, placing a light kiss on one of his neck moles. the three laid there until they eventually fell asleep.

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#strangers things #stranger things fanfiction #bywheelclair #byclair #will byers #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #dustin henderson #cadence’s fics <3

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I’ve been thinking about venom!steve and so much about Steve makes me think of flash Thompson (from the comics) like all the pieces are falling into place

I need you to know it is embarrassing for me to admit but. my childhood spiderman comics were like. Thick volumed Essentials that had the original comics in order, (not embarrassing) and. and the Ultimate Spiderman comics. (pretty embarrassing but it gave us Miles Morales and at least I didn't like the ultimate avengers equiv which I thought everyone was mean in and I was fucking right.)

and also I very much like the venom!stobin, Deapool!Eddie, and Spidey!dustin au that @steveharringtonsstrugglemealsls and I have been going back and forth on HOWEVER spidey eddie is very fun toooooo

SO I had to read the wiki for venom flash and y'know what. yeah. alright. I could see it being different (what with Steve being pretty suspicious of the government by the time he graduated and not joining the military) but him being friends with eddie by the end of highschool? nice. oh man being a government project going rogue and joining up with a superhero squad? hell yeah. love that. (also, i forgot how bonkers and messy comics are omg. I've been firmly into reading Runaways because they [used to]not deal with all the cross over stuff. but also venom flash is wild his dating life sucks. hilarious.)(also I was reminded that in the og comics peter often laments that all these girls want him for is his mind and personality and not his rockin' bod. hilarious)

anyways I think spiderman eddie and venom steve should get their powers a few months apart, for the most dramatic appeal. Eddie, going on his first victory lap, gets bit ect. and becomes a hometown hero. I gotta say they probably aren't in hawkins, (maybe hawkins is the neighbourhood they live in in a bigger city?), and my favourtie Spiderman dynamic is that of the subway scene in Spiderman 2 where the commuters pull him into the train and give him back his mask and promise not to tell. THAT is the DEFINITIVE spiderman/New Yorker dynamic. No one knows Eddie failed senior year twice, that he's been called anything from satan whorsipper to cult leader to...worse. They just know he carries groceries for old folks and helps get cats out of trees and makes a funny quip or two as he runs from the cops after saving the day(something they don't know he's kind of used to) he's their funky little guy.

anyways few months later, mayhaps working at scoops, secret sentient goo bonds to Steve and wants him to eat homophobes' heads. Dustin thinks this is absolutely fantastic and Steve maybe kinda agrees but not for the same reason as Dustin (who is curious about aliens, who wants to test the abilities they have when in Venom Form, who is excited to know a superhero. while Steve has someone in his brain all the time and is never lonely anymore.) Steve ends up being approached by a government agent (they saw him on security camera early on to his and robin's symbiosis when they were struggling to find balance) and steve agrees at first but then is like actually.......fuck u. and runs away.

bonkers combo they are both going off the rails. idk if the Upside Down exists but in my aus it usually does so eh?

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #spiderman eddie #stranger things #venom steve au #jeezelise #findaanswers #finda's rambles #finda writes stuff

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tsuki-sennin · 1 year

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Shortly after asserting N'Kosopa's will against the vindictive Racules and fending away the Bugnarak Empire in Peta, King of Evil Gira and President Yanma Gast are unexpectedly stolen away by God Kamakiri: Guardian Shugod of the Kingdom of Ishabana. Infamous for her lavish lifestyle but beloved by her people as a healer, Ishabana's young Queen Himeno Ran no doubt seeks an audience with the two men. Though her aim is uncertain, she may prove to be an invaluable ally in dethroning Racules and freeing the people of Shugoddam...

...ahem, that is to say... "Let's get this story of ours back on track!"

Spoilers, I guess...

-Sheesh, they should pay me to do these recaps!

-So the story goes!

-Ah, it's...

-Well, it's certainly a pretty place!

-Getting kidnapped by a beautiful girl's gigantic robot mantis god...

-That's how I'd like to be introduced to someone.

-Ah, Yanma seems to know what's up.

-Uhhh, not at all, Your Majesty! We're right as rain, eh Gira?

-Ooooof, shut down.

-Well, to be fair, Gira's a pretty eye catching dude.

-...I won't lie, it'd have been all over for me right then and there.

-Rich, glamorous doctor, patron of the arts, and direct with what she wants?

-AND flower handcuffs!? Oh, Toei, you guys gotta stop reading my search history.

-Soooooo, how we feeling about Zenryoku King? I think it's pretty good, but I'm not quite sure it fits the theming quite yet.

-I absolutely love this opening sequence though, it's so sick looking.

-I love how the team colors just pop out of the grayscale.

-Sentai gets visual flair even if fidelity can be called into question sometimes.

-Holy shit, every Kingdom's in better shape than Shugoddam!

-That motherfucker!

-Kuwagon :)

-I see Gira views his god as his bestie

-"Here I thought you a junkyard dog! Gast, you spineless, simpering purse pup! Have you been so truly whipped that you'd hand over MY God to please a single whim!?"

-"No! ...Nyes :3d"

-Oh, and she's got maids for days!

-Evil~!

-"...okay, can he say that in English? Or uh, Japanese I guess... come to think of it, what do the people of Tikyu speak? Galactic Basic?"

...actually, I hear Erica Murakami's got a bit of Canadian in her, would she know English?

-Rainbow Jururira!

-...come to think of it, Gira must be starving. Not only did he just get out of a battle, but he was taken to another country and hung from the ceiling. ...has he eaten today?

-"Some of you may die, but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make."

-Oooooh, three greater guardians.

-That's a scarab, I'm pretty sure.

-Himeno seems like the kind of person who'd get extremely mad about a typo in chat.

-Hmm... this place reminds me a lot of the Netherlands. ...or I suppose more accurately, the Dutch tulip craze.

-If you don't know what I'm taking about, I insist you do a bit of research on the 17th century's Tulip Mania. It's a hell of a lot like the investment schemes we see nowadays, in terms of how much money was lost and how little we learn from it.

-"Oh God, it's another one... *Sigh* Do I have to depose this one too?"

-"Smash that house!"

-Gira's certainly sticking to his principles. Very based of him.

-Those poor people.

-...Ohhhh, she likes blowing shit up.

-God, she's perfect.

-"...and just as suddenly as it came, it's gone. Let's get outta here."

-Raaaainbow jururira.

-"Yo."

-The bugs are fighting!

-Ohhh, it's a soup.

-Soop...

-"Yeah, thanks, whatever."

-"Good work. ...but this ain't the real thing."

-I'm gonna be honest, I haven't the foggiest idea what jururira even is.

-For all I know, it could be like

-Deep fried spaghetti ice cream.

-Okay, that seems like gelatin.

-Man, Yanma's just *deflated*.

-"Hand over the beetle, or you're fired."

-RITA JUMPSCARE

-"You be safe now, yeah?"

-Ohhh, poor kid

-Seems like her Dad's really mad.

-And off she goes.

-"Please follow these instructions."

-Man, I'm sad now.

-Queen Himeno's aesthetic sense

-25 WHAT THE FUCK

-Oh

-Okay, he just

-I've done a lot of things for cute girls in my short existence, but I don't think roleplaying as a geriatric is one of 'em.

-Oh shit, Bugnarak.

-Who is Queen Himeno Ran, really?

-The people flee!

-Ohgai Busou!

-Help her!

-...oh god, she's covered in shit.

-Take that selfishness to the top, girlie.

-Himeno Ran! Does as she pleases, and pleases as she does!

-Come and Kick It!

-Ohgai Busou!

-Kamakiri Ohger!

-Kamakiri, Kamakiri! Yas Queen!

-Ohh...

-Ohh, she's even more beautiful than I could've ever imagined

-She be walkin!

-"You're not nearly enough of a self-centered bitch yet~!"

-"Hahahaha! How obstinate! Verily, your selfishness is a fitting ally for the King of Evil~!"

-Man, that Mantis would bite my head right off...

-King Ohger!

-Oh shit

-Literally~!

-...that's two episodes in a row with poop jokes, what the heck.

-Snaaaaaail!

-"Oh, okay. Zooom."

-Himeno-samaaaaa~!

-Oh okay, that's uh

-An interesting angle.

-Yay, we did it!

-...I've decided that I am now officially a Himeno Ran simp.

-...you could've picked up on context clues, but I figured saying it outright would help.

-"Ohhhhh!"

-"You just let me handle it, yeah?"

-King Dybowski!

-Of Toufu Land!

-Good on ya, lass.

-That's our Queen for you.

-"Shut it boy. I've got a job to do."

-God Kabuto!

-Oh, no time for surgery, it seems!

-Kaguragi Dybowski! What is this Bee Lord after?

-Suppose we'll just have to wait and see now, won't we?

#Rejoice O Swarming Evil! You're My King!#king ohger #kingohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #kingohger spoilers #king ohger spoilers

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maguro13-2 · 10 days

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The Dark Beginnings ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 0 Final Prologue (2/5) ~

Seto : Hey, Kid. How are you feeling today?

Maka Albarn : I feel alright as well.

Seto : You seemed fine to me.

Maka Albarn : So what made you becoming a hero? What was your purpose of being that much a great threat? Oh no, I'm thinking that humanity has somehow betrayed me, anyway, like I said it's not always my fault, some people can have the nerves who or what is wrong for accusing someone for their misdeeds. You think that I'll probably even make friends in the 2000s? I'm gonna think it over. I feel so bad that you don't know what's like to grow up.

Seto : So what if I did tell ya? It's not like that I have professional any kind-of skill, It seems to impresses me that I have a heart felt reasoning, I'm willing to figure it out the answers of who's going to find a big place to reach your dreams of being hero one day.

[Ochanomizu-tei Kinrin (Yoru) - Mariko Nanba]

Maka Albarn : ?

Seto : I usuall get a long with friends, when I was only the blonde hair girl that I existed, I simply not working for the guild to think that I'm some kind of hero that works anything for the Mercenaries Guild to make the most greediest young lady on the planet. But in the Real World right here in the 2000s, I discovered something shocking when I came into sudden realization, Mr. Kami Imai didn't make me care about the money, the Grim Reaper of Mobius think I'm the Wario of Japan and that's why Wario Cheats! That made me felt guilty that I was making a lot of huge money to become a hero and all of that money-making thing were a couple of charlatans to money couldn't buy. My father was only a loan shark that feared him as the Debt reaper. It's always been like for a long time, I was just a girl who was born in the underworld for no reason and I after even growing up, I met Solva on that day, who was one of my classmates that I came to be and we we're only just a couple of friends that get to know each other before I even met Grim the Mobian Death God to become the Shinigami that I wanted to be. That's the title that I must protect after I was given the Sword that makes me powerful.

Maka Albarn : You're gladly right! You are one heck of a Shinigami type, Seto. I truly understand what you'll think who is who. Seto the Shinigami, or everyone should call you, Seto the Deathless, the Shinigami of Japan who has far superior rights to become a shinigami one day and that reaper of Japan is a Deathless, almight and all powerful!

Seto : (snickers) Glad you got that right. After all, you're at a Shinigami that I demanded, I would remind you that I do not care about the money, I care about saving lives, and slaughtering the evil that always will prevail!

Maka Albarn : You are truly amazing, Seto! You're quite the hero that we always we wanted!

Seto : Thanks, I won't forget that.

*ALARM BLARING*

Egg Pawn : Seto! Transmission from Hang Caslte Security Force! We got an enemy intrusion at Power Plant Zone!

Seto : Where did you guys hear this before?

Egg Pawn : It's Solva, the classmate that you're friends with, is fighting against the other Solva who is the leader of the Predators!

Seto : Wait a sec, Solva fighting...Solva? What could there be a problem?

[Advent of the Devil - Yutaka Minobe]

Maka Albarn : ...Th...That could only mean one thing. It's them.

*GUN FIRING*

Egg Pawn B : Keep firing we gotta take those things down! The Predators that this other Solva Leading aren't humans!

Egg Pawn C : What are these things!? Damn, freaks of Darkness!

Other Solva (?) : [To Solva] You! How dare you expel me from your heart, Solva! What in the world did you do to me!?

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Secure the innocent! Don't make any sudden movement form you!

Mystic Mansion Skeleton : Are you okay, Ma'am? Is this other one bothering you?

Solva : After I looked into the mirror, I don't know how did I expelled her from my heart!

Egg Pawn A : Enemy intruder! Enough is enough, Stop right there and do not resist. I repeat, do not is resist, this is your first warning. Drop your weapon, immediately!

Other Solva (?) : After all those years of being inside your heart, you expelled me after you witnessed yourself as a murderer and I, a girl like you...is nothing but Devil's lies!

Egg Pawn A : Repeat after me. Drop your weapon, this is your second and final warning!

Other Solva : (chuckles and then cackling) Fine! I'll drop it, you want something different? Here! (shows a Dark energy orb in her hand)

Solva : No way! That's darkness! But how!? Why on earth are you doing this!?

Other Solva (?) : [with a distorted voice] Why? Why?! I'll tell you why...It's because of you, Solva! It's because of you expelling me from your heart! Why you light-seeking son of a b*tch! I'll kill you for this! *DBZ SFX : Grab*

Solva : What the-!? Hey! What do you think you're doing!?

Other Solva : (grunting) RRRRRAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!

Seto : Solva! That other you living inside your heart is...!

Grim (Metal Sonic) : a Heartless!

[Ambush - Yutaka Minobe]

*DBZ SFX : Surprise*

Heartless Solva : [distorted voice, yelling] WHYYYYYYYY!?!

"THE HEARTLESS ARE BACK! BETTER THAN BEFORE!"

Solva : Hold up. So the one that is leading the Predators gang, I expelled that heartless that was living inside my heart. That's what controlling my fragment magentic world, who knew being a bad girl from a seinen world was not a bright idea, I didn't know how did get inside my heart. Unless, it was something to do with that creature born from the heart of the devil...Something's not right to the picture.

Seto : What the hell were we thinking? What kind of idiots would think that is a good idea!? So the Predators lead by doppelganger inside your heart was making you evil, all of that power, all of that insanity, there was darkness inside heart and for me, I expelled a heartless too, you know. I didn't know why would attack Master's castle. I get it, I can think of something that has the knowledge to bring the heartless' attention. It's one person that has spreaded the lies to both humanity and witchkind, and it's the one who created Maka's world that takes in the same universe before that. (a photo frame of Shinra Kusakabe's face appears)

[Preparation for Ritual - Jun Senoue]

Solva : This is the boy who created a world with all the hope has given, or should I say "Shinra Kusakabe", the hero of the Ohkuboverse, creator and founder of the world of Soul Eater, one of newest and hottest mangas of the 21st century. So there's the ones that are behind all of this. Soul Eater was set to be debuted after the birthday of the world's fastest hedgehog himself, Mr. Sonic.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Precisely. After Shinra met his demise for about 1000 years ago, witchkind has been mistaken as the sworn enemies to the school, it's not just that, it's the charlatan that fooled witchkind making them as the ones who the wrecked the earth that is magic. It's not their magic that caused all of this, it's darkness from a thing called an influence.

Seto : Influence? So that's what makes Maka and two beings that makes a trio of three altogether to stop the evil forces that bent on destroying this planet. No doubt about it, I believe that the school is called Death Weapon Meister Academy, otherwise known as DWMA, a school and training facility for humans that has a mysterious ability to turn their selves into things called "Weapons" and are wielded by their partners called Meisters. So my theory is that the school was actually a successor to the organization of World Heroes Force, led by Shinra Kusakabe himself, and I believe that the School was built on atop of a city called Death City, located in the same country were Maka and Kimial lives, and as well for Shinra who resurrected himself a worthless lifeform called a Chao at Chao World.

Solva : So that's where Soul Eater's world started right here after 50% perfect of it's universe was erased in half. In half...So where does the story of Soul Eater taking place by now?

Nightmare : Right here!

[Kirby's Adventure/NIDL BGM : Nightmare Appears]

*DBZ/One Piece : Force Wave*

Seto : Woah! What the!? Where did you come from!?

Solva : Hey, aren't you that wizard fella named eNeMeE?

Nightmare : That's Lord Nightmare to you!

"LORD NIGHTMARE : CEO OF NIGHTMARE ENTERPRISES".

Seto : Weren't you defeated 10 years ago? Kirby should've destroyed by now!

Nightmare : Eventually, I lived. I heard that this man named Atsushi Ohkubo wanted to created a world for his new manga that is located within the Ohkuboverse that was destroyed 1000 years ago. It was there when the Time Eater arrived to scold the boy who created Soul World and it's creation, Death himself. Perhaps it would be wisely that Lord Death himself is only a heartless created from the heart of the devil himself, Shinra Kusakabe.

Seto : A heartless from the heart of Shinra Kusakabe? When did you know about this stuff?

Nightmare : I learned it that Shinra betrayed his own world for heartless, for death and destruction! You got to admit it! The truth does prove to be hurt more than to lie about.

Solva : As no respect a Wizard like you. There's no way that the world of Soul Eater could exist. and it's not a real place at all, just some fantasy that you were trying cover. I don't feel like that the man they call Atsushi Ohkubo doesn't deserve an award. If Soul Eater was set in the same universe that was destroyed by the Time Eater 1000 years ago. Then I suggest that...you would just fly and target somebody else to fall into their fantasy.

Nightmare : Fantasies, you say? That's a good idea for me to put them under sleeping spell that will wake up from their slumber for thousands years...Or they could just wake up for three years short.

Seto : Yeah...waking up for over a year sounds a like a long time to do that, So I guess that it would be three years to wake her up.

Nightmare : Very well, then three years it is!

Solva : (to Solva in disappointment) You just had to ask him that, didn't you?

Nightmare : (laughs, then laughs evilly) (flies off)

Seto : Hey! Where do you think you're going!? I did not ask you to target someone! Hey!

Solva : Crap! We can't let him get near anyone! Seto, let's hurry!

Seto : Roger! (the two runs after Nightmare)

"So what will the story of Soul Eater take place or not."

"I will make the answers to solve a riddle that is a fiddle."

"Someone is going to pay for that matters!"

"I won't forgive anyone until we fight for freedom!"

~ Prologue 27 : Nightmare Back in Business ~

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She's holding him on a leash in public, the leash is attached to a collar around his neck but the scene isn't sexual. Whether or not they are getting gratification from this is simply not visible; they don't appear to be revelling in attention—the morality of such aside—they are visibly doing their own thing.

In the comments of a post someone pipes up a highly anticipated response. “People in public didn't consent to your scene! ...” and continues with its inane repetition of puritan propaganda translated in to therapyspeak.

“Nobody consented to seeing your comment, and yet here you are.” says another.

I want to answer, but the comment is years old; at this point it's better to fall on nebulous ears rather than to be shot at any particular target.

So I'd say,

Do you also believe people wearing cat ears and tails are preforming public sex acts because they (people wearing tails and ears) are akin to furries and—god forbid—some of them get off to it? Choose carefully now; children of their own accord and volition wear these things, and mascots are widely deemed family friendly.

Did you know suit fetishes are a thing? Well they are, and I know many people that have them. Does this fact make suits sexual too now? Is a professional conference a sex act to you because of this? And, if it's not, why is this different to you?

Can you not comprehend the idea that something can be inherently neutral and it's our approach and our feelings that paint the tone of their usage in any given circumstance? Is it totally beyond you that people can fill their glass with a variety of feelings and reactions for a variety of reasons and that they don't owe it to you to beam it in your head instantly and telepathically nor to hide from society all because Joe Random might get a bit squicked and call—however ineffectively—to summon a mob?

You might think me obtuse but sincerely, where do you draw the line. Perhaps he needs domineering to be alright; any sexual association if present could have come after that need, to deal with the vicious self-loathing that came with being a grown ass man with socially unacceptable needs. Or maybe it started as a sexual thing because his subconscious couldn't convince him to allow himself what he needed if he didn't feel like he simply wanted it. Or maybe it's totally nonsexual. Or maybe it's more complicated.

Or maybe it doesn't matter and you should mind your godamned business, if only because what you have been taught or lead to believe or otherwise convinced yourself was an inherently sexual act does not actually involve any of the direct acts that constitute sex inherently.

And in allowing yourself to believe otherwise you justify to yourself adding your power to the reinforcement of the censorship of human beings existing as they are.

And in doing so you forget yourself, you forget the rainbow flag in your icon and it's history. You forget the fight queers have fought and continue to fight to not have our existence viewed as inherently sexual as a means to scrub us out of public spaces.

We're QUEER because we're WEIRD. To say “We're HERE and we're QUEER” is to say our existence is WEIRD TO YOU but YOU'VE JUST GOTTA DEAL WITH IT.

You cannot simply sweep away “degenerates of society”, and you sound no different to me than the guy that openly states that and, if anything, you're less self-aware—and that's more dangerous because you'll share your beliefs with people as though your words come from a place of concern rather than reactive disgust you're failing to control.

So I'll humble you with a reminder that if you feel comfortable assigning non-sexual things as sexual purely because you know that sometimes or even usually it is involved in sex, that this will arguably be true of your interests too no matter how ""clean"" they seem to you. Someonelse could argue that you're a public sex freak for simply being who you are, and you contribute to this issue by helping spread this ideology.

Because it's also not that different from the arguements that make me feel violently uncomfortable being crippled in public either; I see how people react. Do you think they should be able to remove me too, just because I make them a little uncomfortable?

Try thinking for yourself for a change; start by asking yourself why these words are really leaving your mouth and where they came from. Is this really who you want to be?

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