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bradshawfanclub · 2 years

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With You

Made this account because I thought I lost my original, so hop over to @bradshaw-fanclub to read the rest of my works

Pretty much part II of "Thinking of You"

Summary: Reader finally sees Bradley after weeks apart.

Warnings: smutty smut, minors DNI!!, Bradley’s dirty mouth, oral (male receiving), fingering, probably got a seat reserved in hell for this one, minimal editing, gif has no purpose other than to remind you how beautiful he is

You're sitting at Bradley's graduation banquet, he's in the chair next to you at a large, circular dinner table. His hand is on your thigh and he’s running his thumb back and forth across the fabric of your black dress - a stark contrast to his Navy Whites.

There's other graduates and their dates at the table with you and although Bradley had introduced you to them, you can't remember any of their names to save your life, too distracted by how good your boyfriend looks.

He's laughing along to something one of the graduates is saying. There's a slight flush to his face, he's got a few drinks in his system and he's riding the high of graduating the Top Gun program. He looks happy, buzzing with an energy that you haven't seen in a while.

It's been 13 weeks since you saw him last. You had stayed home while he went away for training and, while he tried to call you every day, it was a busy 13 weeks. You're happy to be here for him, to support him, but all you can think about is how long it's been since you've been with the man next to you.

You try to follow along with the conversation, but his hand seems to be burning where it lays on your thigh, a constant reminder that he's so close to where you really want him.

Your need for him isn't a surprise, you'd texted him plenty while he was gone about how much you missed him, needed him and occasionally had time to relieve yourself over the phone; the sound of his voice all that you needed, husky and raw as he guided you through your actions.

But now you're sitting right next to the man who has been on your mind for weeks in less than PG ways and you can't touch him - at least not in the way you want.

He's telling a story, his eyes flicking to you. He catches you staring, the corner of his lips quirking up and he holds your gaze. His story trails off, just for a split second - and the way he's looking at you, it's like he knows what you're thinking.

He lifts his glass of water to his lips, taking a slow sip. He shoots you a knowing wink before clearing his throat and turning back to the group.

And, dammit. You had thought that maybe -

"Well ladies, gentlemen. I think it's time y/n and I call it a night," he says to the table and hold on a minute. Bingo!

He stands, hand held out to you and you take it eagerly. He helps you to your feet, lips ghosting a kiss against your cheek and a chorus of teasing rooster crows breaks out at the table. Rooster rolls his eyes, flipping the table off discreetly before he wraps his arm around your waist. He waves his final goodbye, leading you out of the banquet hall and to his blue Ford truck.

You're pretty sure you're shaking with excitement because finally. You're going to be alone with Rooster after thirteen long weeks.

He opens the passenger side door for you and you move to slip in, but you stop. You turn to face him, hands deftly sliding up around his neck to pull his lips to yours. He lets out a surprised moan, his hands coming to your hips, body pressing yours against the truck, and the corner of the doorway pressing into your back almost hurts, but the feeling of his lips hot and wanting against yours distracts you.

His tongue swipes hotly against your bottom lip and you let him in, his dominating yours. He's balling up the fabric of your dress in his hands, absentmindedly pulling the fabric up and if you weren't on the naval air station, you'd let him take you right then and there.

"Rooster," you gasp, the separation of your lips allowing him to trail hot kisses down your neck. He settles over your pulse point, teeth grazing the skin before his lips sooth over the sting. One of his hands has slid to your thigh, lifting your leg up against his hip and oh-

He starts a slow grind, the crips fabric of his Navy Whites against the flimsy material of your panties is so good.

"Not here," you whine out, voice breathy and high pitched but you can't control it - not when the hard, hot grind of his cock against your sex is so delicious.

"Take me home, Bradley," you all but beg and that gets him going.

And, yes technically home is the wrong term, you're shacked up in a hotel room - but 'take me to the hotel' didn't have the same sexiness to it.

"Fuck yeah," he breaths out, raspy with need. He lifts you into the truck, reaching across you to buckle you in, even though you could totally do it yourself, and you take the opportunity to bite a kiss into his neck. He shudders, body going tense where he's practically stretched out across you and he grunts out a quiet fuck.

But just as fast, he kicks back into gear and hurriedly shuts you door, jogging his way to the driver side. He climbs in, turning the key and high-tailing it out of there.

The press of his cock against the white of his uniform is mesmerizing, long and thick and hard. You're not even ashamed to say that it's mouth-watering and your brain floods with thoughts of getting your lips around him, to feel the hot weight of him on your tongue.

"Don't look at me like that," he says, voice thick with the promise of sex, "I swear I'll pull this fucking truck over if you keep looking at me like that."

And it really isn't such a bad idea.

"I've missed you, Roos," you say, all needy and wantonly and his jaw ticks, knuckles going white where he grips the steering wheel, like it's taking everything in him not to pull over.

And suddenly you want to see just how much it takes.

You start with a teasing touch, your fingertips trailing lightly up his thigh and his eyes flicker down to the contact.

"Y/n." Bradley warns and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stifle your eager smile.

You trace the outline of his cock, touch feather light before you give in and press the flat of your palm against him, just the way he likes. The friction punches a breath out of Bradley, the muscles in his thighs going tense.

This side of Bradley, the side where he's practically vibrating as he tries to control himself is so hot - and you intend to push your limits.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and Bradley shoots you a warning glare, as if telling you that you know the rules. Bradley's a good driver, observant and quick thinking even if he tends to go at least 10 over the speed limit; but he'll go to his grave telling you that you can't trust other people on the road. You're both stubborn; you about a lot of things, Bradly about your safety. You've sat in a Walmart parking lot for almost a half hour, the truck running idly as you both stared at each other. Bradley had refused to even back out of the parking spot until you put your seatbelt on, and you were feeling a little bratty and wanted to challenge him - you had finally conceded and buckled in.

Not tonight, though. He can give you his angry, broody eyes all he wants - you're winning tonight.

You slide across the cab bench, body pressing right up against his, your palm grinding a steady rhythm against his cock. Maybe it’s the friction or maybe he just thinks better of starting that argument, because he throws his right arm over the seats, making room for you.

That's all the permission you need. You press your face into his neck, kissing and biting at the skin as you work on undoing his belt and the button of his uniform pants.

His breath is coming out uneven and ragged, but he still manages to sound smug when he says, "so fucking needy, hm? Just couldn't wait until we got home?"

You shake your head against his neck, whispering thoughts about how much you need him, how much you missed him and he groans out a curse.

You pull back so you can see what you're doing as you try to work his uniform pants down his legs, just enough so you can get to the main event.

You stroke him in your hand, well aware that he's stealing glances at you from where his gaze is trained on the road ahead as you stare down at his cock in awe. You've told him time and time before that he's got a pretty cock, thick and long and just fucking pretty to look at. He'll deny it, thinks it's weird that you'd choose pretty of all adjectives; but that doesn't stop his dick from jumping when he catches you staring, when he sees how much you love it.

The cab of his truck is big, there's no center console for you to fight for space, so it's easy for you to slip to the floor - not between his legs but close enough to him that it'll be easy to wrap your lips around him.

He must look down at you, because next thing you know he's muttering a string of curses and groaning out an oh, fuck me.

You lick a slow stripe up the length of him, enjoying the jump in his thighs before slipping the tip between your parted lips. You circle the sensitive head with your tongue, wetting the skin so you can bob lower down onto the length of him, hand working in tandem with your mouth.

The hand that was thrown over the seats has settle in your hair, his hold on you keeping your pace nice and slow. You look up at him from beneath your lashes; his face is flushed red, jaw slack, mouth hung open slightly. His eyes are jumping from the road to you, the sight of your lips stretch around his cock too good for him to miss after being gone for so long.

"You're so fucking good for me," he rasps out, chest expanding with every ragged inhale. There's sweat beading up in his hairline, muscles tense and shaking and he looks so fucking good.

"Look so pretty with your lips around my cock," he continues and you hum around him, his hips jerking up at the feeling.

You take him as far as you can, the fat tip of him nudging the back of your throat and that must be all that it takes. You can feel the truck come to a fast stop, feel the bumps of the wheels as he pulls off the road. He puts the truck into park, thighs spreading wide as he gets comfortable and slowly starts fucking up into your mouth.

You moan around the width of him, letting him take over. There's tears sticking to your lashes as he nudges the back of your throat over and over, your nails digging into his thighs and he mutters filthy things about how pretty you look, how pretty your lips look when they're fucked raw.

He pulls your head back, hand still tangled in your hair as he guides you up to his lips; he kisses you hard and deep, teeth plumping your bottom lip further, tongue teasing yours. He gets you into his lap, your dress bunched up around your hips, his hands on your ass, squeezing and pulling, grinding your panty clad sex over his cock.

The material slips, just slightly and you get a tease of his bare cock against your wetness, the hot press of him against where you need him most. He reaches around behind you, fingers moving your panties to the side as he runs the tips across your wet folds.

"S'wet for me," he grunts out, pressing deeper into your heat, but continues his teasing glide up and down your sex.

"Bradley," you beg, hips chasing the dizzying tease of his fingers.

"I got you, baby," he rasps, "M'gonna take care of you."

He dips his middle and ring finger into you, curls them against your fluttering walls and you cry out, hips pressing down against his fingers to get him deeper.

"Look at you," he says, all raw and smug, "look how needy you are, fucking yourself down onto my hand."

And you don't care, because that's exactly what you're doing. You're fucking your hips back into the teasing thrust of his fingers, needing more and more and more.

He pulls his fingers away, the glide of them across the skin of your ass leaves a trail of your wetness and he lifts your hips so he can position himself at your entrance.

He pauses, running the tip along your sex as he grunts out, "I don't have any condoms, baby."

And you don't care, at least not tonight.

You’re kissing him again, whispering please and need you against his lips between kisses.

And truthfully he’s a man of only so many morals; can’t stop himself from guiding your sex down onto the bare length of him, can’t stop himself from telling you how much he loves your sweet pussy, how wet and hot you are for him.

He’s thrusting up into you, your hips chasing the sweet grind as you move in tandem. Your dress sticks to your skin, the air in the truck hot and damp with the smell of sex.

“Missed your pussy, baby,” he grunts out, sweat trailing down his cheek, his jaw, the long planes of his neck, “thought about it every night.”

He grabs handfuls of your ass, guiding your hips up and down his dick as he thrusts up into, his lips and teeth biting a trail along the line of your collar bone.

And it’s perfect, so perfect; the long, thick drag of his cock in your tight heat, his lips whispering filthy things against the shell of your ear.

You must zone out, body focuses on the pleasure, because next thing you know Bradley draws his hand back, smacking your ass before he growls out, “I said tell me how good it feels, tell me you love having my cock buried in your sweet little pussy.”

“Bradley,” you’re breathless, eyes squeezing tight because you’re so close.

His hands still your hips and your eyes fly open, protests already spilling past your lips.

He’s watching you; eyes dangerous, fingers flexing against your hips where he’s holding you so tight, like he’s trying to keep from pulling you into a grind.

“Tell me,” he rasps, grinding up into you with each word, like it’s a reminder of how good it feels.

“So good,” you cry out, “Bradley, it’s so fucking good, I missed you- please, Bradley-“

Words are pouring from your mouth, you’re not even sure if you’re actually saying them - drunk on the pleasure coursing through you, desperate to come.

“Yeah, fuck yeah,” he breaths, “I’ve got you, gonna make you come all over my dick, baby.”

And then he’s moving again. He sinks down into the seat, really getting his feet set under him before he’s fucking up into you like he needs it to live. You collapse against him, back arching just the slightest to give him a better angle, face pressed to his shoulder as you cry out yes and please and Bradley.

Your climax blinds you, body going taut as you fall apart on top of him, eye rolling back into your head, legs shaking, walls fluttering tightly around him, his name falling from your lips like a mantra.

“That’s it,” he’s grunting into your ear, “that’s it baby, come all over my cock.”

He follows behind, mumbles “gonna come in that pretty little pussy, baby,” into your ear before he’s cut off with a groan. He grinds up into you in short thrusts as he comes, dick buried deep in your sex, eyebrows pulled tight together, fingers digging bruises into your hips, lower lip caught tight between his teeth.

You’re panting against each other, clothes damp and sticky with sweat. He doesn’t pull you off of him, both of you basking in the post sex high.

He’s rubbing circles into your lower back, lips pressing kisses onto the crown of your head.

“I missed you,” he says, probably for the hundredth time since he picked you up from the airport that morning and you inhale, refreshing your brain on the scent of him.

“I’m proud of you,” you say, sitting back to look at his face, leaning in to press a kiss high on his cheek bone, “I’m so so proud of you, Roos.”

He’s grinning a cute little boyish grin, looking up at you from your spot in his lap like he’s never seen anything more beautiful; eyes full of soft admiration like he didn’t just fuck you within an inch of your life a minute ago.

He kisses your lips softly before he taps your ass, helping you off his lap and onto the cab bench before tucking himself away. You straighten out your dress, buckling yourself in and he leans over to kiss you; once, twice, a third time, like he can’t get enough of your raw, pouty lips.

His thumb brushes your lower lip and he’s staring at it like he’s thinking the same thing.

“I’m gonna get you home and I’m gonna fuck you on every possible surface,” he decides and a hot flush races up your neck.

Because, yeah, you have a lot of catching up to do.

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trulybetty · 5 months

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Sunday Week In Review XIV

How's everyone doing? I skipped out on last week's update since it was a really slow week on all fronts for all the things for me last week. Things picked up a bit this week - but I'll be honest, I'm having a hard time finding my feet around here at the moment and finding a groove to get into.

Not sure if it's that time of year, a bit of a writing lull or what - but I've been a little meh, not in the sad sense - more like I'm a petulant child offered six different things and I turn my nose up at all of them because I don't know what I want lol.

Also trying to figure out a system for getting through my TBR list, right now it feels like it's out of control and there are only so many I can read in a week. Especially since I want to get through some of my physical TBR pile and dedicate a couple nights a week to offline reading.

Anyway, enough about me seemingly channelling Baby Truly™️ - on with the recap of the last two weeks!

T R U L Y U P D A T E S . . .

I did a second round of the 'First Sentence' ask game, which I absolutely adore! If you haven't done it before, I very much recommend it! If you do this, tag me so I can come throw a sentence at you!

Round 2

tim x cagney (f!reader)

jack x reader (f!reader)

joel x Charlotte (OFC)

dieter x bryony (OFC)

jack x reader (f!reader)

frankie x clementine (OFC)

W H A T I R E A D . . .

Delta Landscaping (Triple Frontier) by @rhoorl Jess' series has me on tenterhooks for every update and then on the edge of my seat waiting for more! This last update we entered the start of Frankie's arch and while it pulls at the heartstrings, I'm so here for it and what's to come next! Also, Benny entering his Rocky era (Jess didn't write this, I've decided it) is something I'm also very much ready for!

Paranoid Hearts (Javi P.) by @goodwithcheese This series. This series is just something else and I finally got my ass into gear to get caught up, and while on the one hand, I'm sorry I started so late on the other hand I enjoyed this smorgasbord of Javi and Tabitha.

he makes life better (Joel) by @wildemaven This is such a warm comforting hug of a fic that just seeps into your bones, that makes your toes curl in softness and you re-read more than once. This is everything fluff should make you feel and I adore each and every last part of this and will be re-reading this.

Headshots (Marcus P.) by @secretelephanttattoo I was not ready for this to end, but El gave our boy Marcus the ending he and his Ella deserved and it was both spicy and sweet. If you've not read this yet, I suggest you do. Also, peep her forthcoming wip... 🔎

Thrash Metal (Dieter) by @morallyinept Jett is back with another delectably mouthwatering smutty one-shot with our favourite deviant Dieter Bravo. This is sinfully indulgent and a must-read and one that lends itself to definitely more than one read.

Six and a half minutes - Frankie's version by @avastrasposts This one calls for a breakout of the Hot Ones gif for sure, because this was the mood the entire time I read this. If anything, Frankie is not one to back down from a challenge...

Medicine (Joel) by @goodwithcheese I was so excited to see Megan had written for Joel that I had to drop everything to read this over my coffee the other morning. I love everything about the dynamic between these two and how Megan illustrates the deep affection they have for one another through their actions as we all know our post-outbreak Miller is not one quick with his words. I hope this isn't the last we see of Joel here!

M E M O R A B L E P O S T S . . .

Heidi’s amazing mood board inspired by Sequins! 😍 I’m still in absolute awe of it and I love it so much! I think it's going to get a spot on my work desk this week! 💕

These thots had started off as Joel Thots, but have now morphed into Tim Thots and I'm not mad about it... might share a little snippet later 😏

@morallyinept's 'Ode to Writers' this week - I'm going to refrain from getting on my soapbox here (I'd be here all day) - but the table is not finite, it's infinite. If you're not inching your chair down to make room for another chair, or pulling the spare chairs in from the garage, then maybe you need to re-evaluate your relationship with this community.

E N J O Y E D T H I S W E E K . . .

Finally watching ‘Strange Way of Life’ and getting to live message my thots to @rhoorl as I watched - it was a cinematic dissection.

Date night with Mr. Truly - we spent the entire two hours wondering what people do on dates aside from watching their phones and waiting for a call to say your kids are out of control and have taken over Nakatomi Plaza. But needless to say, we had fun, I even ate a meal without someone else's hand in it.

Amazing moots being mooting awesome 🙌 - I'm thankful every day that I get to interact with some wonderful people and have found a lovely corner of this hell site to play in a sandbox with some amazing people 💕

S P E C I A L M E N T I O N . . .

Check out this writing challenge that myself and a group of people that I'm lucky to call moots created that we would love for you to join in on! Everything about it is random and everyone starts with the same parameters and everything else after that is up to you! So excited to see what everyone does with this!

Do I know anything about Javi Pēna? Nope. Am I going to join in? Yes I am! 🙌

See you January 1st to dive into all the fics this challenge I hope produces! 💛

T H I S W E E K ' S J A M . . .

Thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for inspiring this week's selection after she pointed out the parallels to Chiffon that I haven't been able to get out of my head since.

Hope everyone has had a great week! Here's to a great week ahead and I hope its a good one full of obnoxious drinks of choice and soft places to land and enjoy.

#betty's sunday in review #sunday week in review #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #Spotify

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galaxysharks · 8 months

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HSMTMTS Maddox Autism Analysis

I had to use my laptop for this one, cause I'm not about to write all this shit on mobile. However, I shall not be adding gifs and pics to this one, cause i don't have those on my laptop, and i think there is a limit to those anyway. This one's long, and not guaranteed exhaustive cause my memory is Meh, at best.

Anyways, Onward!

General Info

So just from Promotional Material for Season 3

Maddox:

Techie Who always follows the rules.

The most excited person for Camp.

Hates Change

Comes to the same camp every year

From these, we already can see the building blocks of a targeted interest and a need for routines. The always following the rules is reminiscent of Autistics not breaking rules due to simply not thinking to.

Once the show itself aired, Maddox pretty quickly showed multiple indicators as well. For the sake of organization, I'm going to break these down as Tics and Tendencies and give a few examples, rather than by episode.

Irritation/Panic at unexpected changes in schedule

Saylor mentions frequently that Maddox is really struggling in Season 3 because for the first time, something is drastically disrupting this yearly escape. Unlike Ricky who, while panicking at the change, is able to actively work against it, Maddox struggles with fighting the change and usually must physically remove herself to prevent a more extreme reaction.

Maddox begins already thrown off due to Jet being sent with her to camp.

Dislikes when the Auditions is interrupted by Jet arriving an hour late.

She isn't hanging out with EJ this summer, likely due to feeling thrown off that he brought an entire troupe of friends.

Literally everything in Woman in the Woods - and going to her hiding spot to avoid a full meltdown.

RCOSL changes how she normally does the set direction in order to cause drama - again runs off after her and Jet's fight.

Really struggles with Madison's initial appearance at camp.

Realizes she signed to go to NZ before getting with Ash, and completely removes herself from the post-production celebration that LITERALLY every other character attended.

Very Literal Speaking

Several times when Maddox accidentally gets herself in trouble its because she says something that doubles as a pointed metaphor, even though she was being literal.

"...that kind of bond is....Forever"

"...you just got to commit to one side, of the boat....or else you'll fall in..."

"You have two minutes" - and actually timing it

"....and well, life has other plans..." - not realizing Ash could take this as an attack on her relationship.

"...Yeah my crystals haven't charged in like a month" - thinking Jet is literally taking about what she was actively doing.

Scripting

Maddox has multiple moments where she communicates using a clearly practiced script, and a few where she struggles once someone doesn't react how she expected and she did not have a response ready.

Shallow Lake Welcome Song

Introducing herself in the Honeycomb

The automatic little Thank yous when that one kid compliments her at a few points in the season.

The safety information on Newbie Night

The Woman in the Woods story is scripted - she gets interrupted and starts mixing up scripts when trying to get back on track.

Truly awful improvised scripting during RCOSL. Also not having the words to tell Carlos to lay off the whole 'hot for Jet' thing.

Memorizing all the lines she would need as a PA on the flight.

We literally see her scripting her confession to Ash.

Fumbling through talking to Ash about the NZ move, as she didn't think it was a conversation she was going to need to have.

Info Dumping

When Maddox gets excited, she frequently starts info dumping without thinking about it, usually while also kind of tuning out whats happening around her.

Several times in 3x03

Talking about her favorite nigh before she realizes no one is listening.

again when leading the group to the tents, when she is giving the rules and safety information.

Info dumps about rising signs before Ash gets upset and leaves.

general tips for color wars with Gina in 3x06

Snapping

Maddox tends to snap when deciding what to say to someone.

When she calls out Carlos for changing the cast list

We can hear a snap when she first asks Ashlyn if she was a Leo rising

She snaps when getting annoyed at Jet and Ricky when she directs them

She snaps after finishing her script for confessing to Ashlyn

Tapping/Clapping

Maddox claps and taps things when idling or when she is in between actions. Generally, if she's not got her hands in her pockets and isn't holding something, then she's doing this.

Maddox taps her hands together after Ashlyn catches her attention about the letter.

Clapping hands together as she talks when entering the honeycomb.

Taps on the set pieces when not using the drill.

Claps her hands with the paper star when Carlos suggests she likes Jet.

Taps on the bunk beds while talking to the girls after Camp Prom.

Taps on the broom while cleaning after Opening Night.

Claps her hands while talking to Ash in the hallway when walking to set.

Taps the tree stump that Ash hands her.

Shaking Things

Not as common as the tapping, but if Maddie is only using one hand she tends to shake the object she's holding.

The Letter to Big Red

The Markers after signing the wall.

The pamphlet on PA barking

Facial Expressions

Maddox's face tends to either be way more expressive than expected for the response she is giving, or way less. When she is alone, or with friends/Jet, her expressions are more free. she spends less time guessing and just lets her face to whatever its going to.

During RCOSL, her expression is almost unchanged, probably due to having to think about it constantly.

Once Newbie Night started going downhill, she paid more attention to seeming fine.

She is a lot more open in the fourth season, except with Quinn, where she remains professional.

Special Interests

More than pretty much everyone, Maddox has clearly defined interests

Camping

Set Design

Production

Possibly 80's style Camp Humor/Horror

Avoiding Adverse Stimuli

Okay so Maddox has exactly ONE coping mechanism, and its removing/Distancing herself from the situation.

Stands by the stage instead of joining the crowd on Welcome Day.

Does not return to the Bunks until very late.

Sits alone brooding when Jet takes off

Goes to hiding spot after scary story is interrupted

Stays by the wall for much of movie night

Building set/Managing costumes alone, instead of adjusting to help.

Operates more or less ALL of stage alone using a switchboard. Including in Season 4, when we know she has stagehands available.

Goes to hiding spot after argument with Jet.

Goes to probably commit balloon homicide before Jet stops her.

Hides from Ash to avoid NZ conversation.

Mentions that she doesn't actually attend Camp Prom all that often and normally goes to prank the boy's bunks.

Its okay, she'll probably get better about this with her now robust support system.

Anyway, there is definitely more, but this is what i can remember without immediately re watching the show again and going episode by episode.

#hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #hsmtmts maddox #hsm the series #hsmtmts analysis #autism #hsmtmts headcanons

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purecantarella · 2 years

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Need A Little Sweetness

happy yeji day my lovelies!! i hope you're all doing well and i know its been a hot minute since yall seen me but i am 90% that through this semester i died but here we are HAHAHAAH now lets celebrate this adorable little kitten's birthday, shall we? hwang yeji x reader disclaimer/s : none, this is floof. i dont think i even cursed, give her an award AHAHAHA

also this gif made my heart stop yall

You worked at a café, a rather popular one at that. It was often packed with tons of customers, men, women, and everything in between but you never batted an eye on it. It didn't really bother you as long as it didn't take away from your job.

You weren't blind to the fact that they all came for you.

The shop was crowded filled to the brim with customers, as it always was, while you manned the machines behind the counter while everyone made attempts to catch a glimpse of you. Flipping levers and filling cups with a big smile on your face, all of the people in line swooned over you.

"Macha Frappe for Jae...!" You called out through the rowdy crowd, the same smile etched onto your lips as the man walked up to the counter with a heavy flush. "Here you go, sir." You offered to his shaking hand.

"U-Uhm, I wanted to ask if..." You quirked a brow at him curiously, tilting your head to the side, kind eyes slowly urging him to finish his thought. Instead, he shook his head before quickly bolting out of the door. Your eyes widened but again, you didn't really pay it any mind, shrugging it off before returning to your duties.

"Y/n." The firm voice of your manager before he signaled for you to come to the back. Soft groans fell upon the lips of those waiting for their drinks. You giggled before turning to your manager, offering him your full attention with enthusiasm. "What's up, boss?"

"Look, you know how you took a leave last week?" He paused to gauge your reaction. When he saw you nod slowly, he smiled at you sheepishly. "Well we're going to need you to make up the hours you missed." As you opened your mouth to complain, the older man gave you a glare, warning you.

were a full-time student in college with no work experience and hardly cent to your name.

The day seemed to drag on longer than usual, minutes began feeling like hours, and you were there until closing time, midnight. More customers came and went, some of which made attempts to ask you out but you were simply not in the mood to deal with strangers being interested in you. It had just been a lot.

There stood a tall figure, her features almost completely covered by what she was wearing. You could tell she was an idol with her entire ensemble. But it wasn't uncommon especially at this time of night. At this point, it didn't really phase you.

"Good evening." You greeted with a tired smile.

"My managers haven't exactly had my best interest at heart." The idol noted while leaning up against the bar, her hand lifting her cup up to her lips. Your gaze trailed up to meet the woman's eyes, for the first time since the shift began, you pushed the textbook out of your hands.

The corners of your mouth pulled up slightly. A dry chuckle emitting from your throat before you gave Yeji your full attention. "I get that..." You trailed off, disappointment still evident in your eyes. The singer looked around the shop, little to no one was there.

It wasn't often it happened when you were on shift, but it wasn't impossible. "If I pay for another drink would you like to join me?" She asked with a soft, sweet smile.

You turned your head

"...Fine..." You muttered begrudgingly, before turning back around. "Smile, Y/n." He reminded in the same firm tone that filled you with so much anger and frustration.

Your manager had long monopolised on your popularity and politely encouraged you to take on more shifts because of it. As much as you'd like to leave instead, you begrudgingly stayed. After all, you were a full-time student in college with no work experience and hardly cent to your name.

As sun fell and the night washed over the sky, business slowed down a bit. The café was almost abandoned, you were the only one left to man the register and make the drinks, your manager had left you to close up.

To fill the empty time, you'd pulled out one of your textbooks, rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes as you leaned against the counter for support. Your mind was no longer processing the heavy information you were being fed. A frustrated groan left your lips as the bell of the front door rang, and you shot up immediately.

"Good evening." You greeted with a tired smile.

"I'll take a dark roast, please. Thank you." She muttered, her voice sounding as worn out as you felt. You nodded quickly before setting the machine up. As you waited for it to heat up again, you looked at the young woman who stood in front of you.

You recognized her, she was one of those girls from Itzy. You didn't keep tabs on them but you did know their faces. Hers in particular, Hwang Yeji, was an absolute vision to you. You cleared your throat before speaking, a part of you curious about her presence so late. "It's not often I see idols at this time without their members or their managers..."

"My managers haven't exactly had my best interest at heart." She paused to fiddle with her fingers. "I guess I just wanted a break from them."

A dry chuckle emitting from your throat before you gave Yeji your full attention. "I get that..." You trailed off, disappointment still evident in your eyes. The singer looked around the shop, little to no one was there. "Whenever I pass, this place is usually booming. Slow night?" She asked curiously.

A soft humming behind you took your attention, alerting you that the machine was ready. You gave her a single nod before turning to make her order.

"It doesn't happen often but I suppose nothing is impossible..." You replied, sliding the coffee into the singer's hand. For a minute there's a lull in the conversation "If I order another drink would you like to join me?" She asked with a soft, sweet smile. You looked at her in amazement before you giggled uncontrollably.

"Your smile is just radiant..." She muttered before cupping her hand over her mouth.

The smile on your face brightened as you poured yourself a cup of the dark, warm liquid. You took a sip, never breaking eye contact with the young idol. "So miss Leader, tell me about yourself."

"You're a fan?" Yeji asked with a quirked brow as she leaned forward, challenging you with a wide grin.

You pretended to think for a moment, looking up to really sell the act. Your gaze returned to the singer's amused expression. "Not really... but maybe that'll change."

The night flew by without either of you realizing it. Empty hours usually spent watching the clock were replaced with laughter and endless conversations. It was the happiest you'd truly felt while you were in your workplace.

"Yeah, then Yuna said—" Before Yeji could finish her thought, her phone began to vibrate violently making her face color drain. Quickly, she pulled the phone up and stuffed the device into her pocket. "I have to go, my managers realized I got out."

She began to fidget for her wallet but placed your hand over hers, lightly restraining her. "The company you gave me is more than enough for a couple coffees." You smiled up at her, as your hand remained over hers.

Yeji smiled down at you apologetically before dashing down the street. You smiled down at your hand, the warmth still lingered, making butterflies escape in your stomach. You giggled to yourself.

'You don't meet women like that all the time...' You thought before turning to turn off the machine and prepare to close up for the night. The memories of the night keeping you smiling the entire time.

The next few days were rather uneventful, so much so that you simply couldn't get Yeji out of your head. Every now and then you stay a little later at night, much to your fanatic customers delight, to potentially catch a glimpse of the singer again. Much to your disappointment, she never returned.

You'd supposed it truly was a once in a lifetime experience, one that seemed to be completely one-sided.

It was another late night, a surprising amount of people were still present. You deduced it was because they heard that you were staying later recently. With each customer, your energy began to diminish.

"Good evening, welcome! What'll you be having...?" You trailed off looking down at the monitor of the register, faux smile still very much present.

"Oh I'll have a dark roast with an extra shot of Y/n?" The familiar voice said in a hushed tone before peeking their eyes out from under the cap she wore. Your eyes immediately brightened as you stared at the singer's covered face. "Rather forward of you, don't you think?" You teased, the grin on your face never loosing its shine.

Yeji merely shrugged, the grin on her face still prominent. She cautiously looked around before whispering, "I'll wait for them to clear out...then can I take you out?" The singer asked with a twinge of blush coating her face.

You smiled shyly, before nodding. The crinkle of her eyes grew smaller as she nodded and slipped a bill for the coffee. Half an hour passes before your co-worker comes in as per your request so you can escape the job quicker.

You both met up in front of the café, which garnered a few disappointed looks from your loyal customers.

You looked at her with an amused expression, arms crossed as you neared the taller woman. "So why'd you come back, Hwang Yeji? Couldn't get enough of the coffee?"

Yeji giggled before moving to stand beside you as you both made your way through the cold Seoul night. "Nope, work's been bitter enough..." She paused to look down at you, nudging your side gently. "I wanted a bit of sweetness this time around."

You smiled up at her shyly before you began to talk the night away again, like you had before. Excited to see where the sweetness would take you.

yeah i dont know what the last line was but here we are HAHAHAHA i hope that you all enjoyed that and Yeji day as a whole!! i'm gonna try and comeback with a few more fics in the next few days, granted i don't get dogpiled on by work but it's pride month next week so i hope to have some fics out by then since it is important to me and to a lot of people!! i hope you've all been keeping safe, my lovelies 😊 i'll see you vv soon, keep safe, and i love you all with all i can give 💖 - r

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kindacts · 4 months

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10 thai drama/ql people i want carnally

tagged by @sandrayy, thank you 💖 (changed the title a bit bc i'm doing all kinds). not in order. also i haven't watched that many since i haven't been doing this for very long, so there are going to be some i have not actually seen yet whoops !

1. sand, only friends

i probably shouldn't speak too much to maintain some semblance of dignity but i'll just keep it simple and say that one look from this man would have me on my knees in a millisecond. he has it allllll

2. ray, only friends

i mean.... *gestures vaguely* not to expose myself but this gif in particular was the last straw before i gave in and got into all this in the first place, so. khaotung is so charming as ray it's crazy (but he always is)

3. pa, bad buddy

(i guess take this with a grain of salt bc she's younger in the show, but love is my age). so sweet, funny, perfectly awkward... my lovely pa... definitely had a crush and i need her. badly

4. porjai, last twilight

god, what a woman. confident, no-nonsense, caring, fun, and stupidly hot. thank you

5. porsche, kinnporsche [haven't technically watched]

apo nattawin is just a work of art and i can appreciate that (and i do know he was so charismatic as porsche). the blurred lines of attraction vs gender envy this man caused in me could be studied

6. mork/mhok, last twilight

the biggest softie behind a rough exterior? sign me the fuck up. such a romantic and so smart and down to earth i'm in love with him

7. yok, not me

you know, i thought i'd try to make it through this list without repeats, but i stumbled upon this gif again and stared at it for a minute and remembered how obsessed i am with yok. so. whatever.

8. wanwan, p.s. i hate you [currently watching]

she's soooo. she's so! oh my gosh. i don't have words yet bc i just started this but i'm already hooked on her energy

9. todd, not me

who can resist a morally grey man with a silver chain and his shirt completely unbuttoned, bruised and bloodied, smirking through tears down the barrel of a gun? NOT ME!

10. jean, the warp effect [plan to watch]

i already have a feeling i'm gonna love her. that's all

(11.) i have to give an honorable mention to my boy ayan, he doesn't quite fit this list exactly the way it's worded but i'd be with him forever and ever <3 my favorite, kisskiss

#first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #love pattranite #namtan tipnaree #apo nattawin #jimmy jitaraphol #pat chayanit #sing harit #fah yongwaree #i'm dead #i'm alive but i'm dead #this was so hard i've barely watched anything SDJKFHSJDK #like i know the actors but not the characters #also i absolutely have not watched any ql from any other countries sorry #i just got here #anyway if it isnt extremely obvious i'm an fk bitch through and through

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17-4-2024

*this gif is how today made me feel*

My mood wasn't due to class at all. I actually quite enjoyed it. We worked even more on balancing equations and even started to learn how to combine the reactents to find the products. Chem lecture as a blast now nthat Jada was back. We always Bouvet ideas and answers off of one another before wring them doen or calling them out (Dr Gares would rather we yell out than shebhave to pick a single person to call on)

The hot weather in my area gave way to a downpour of rain and winds so string that I had to hold my jacket onto myslef. Add that to the fact that the Gold Line was late due to going over for lunch break (I know because the busses have tracking and the bus haven't even started mice til t minutes after it was already suppose dto pick me up) I was soaked to the bone by the time I got onto the bus. To add insult to injury, the AC was on

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cafeinthemoon · 2 years

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The Home I Crave - Chapter XVII

Chapter 17/?

Wordcount 1,8k

Title Cold

Fandom Naruto

Pairing Tobirama Senju X reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warning (s): none

Tagging @uzumakgi (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)

N. A.: So… it's been a while lmao

I'm on a break from work and took this time to rest and organize some stuff that has been abandoned for months, including this story. This chapter brings a change in reader's perspectives, but not a clear confession. It's more of a deliberation, and that's why it's so short. Also I commented about it here on Tumblr, and I'm gonna repeat it here: there are some impacful things waiting for reader in the future, and these ideas have been with me for all this time I haven't wrote for this fic, and I'm happy that they will finally see the light of the day.

I apologize for leaving this story aside for this long, but I hope you enjoy this modest comeback :)

(Also I couldn't decide which GIF to use so let's have this charming one for now ❤🥰)

It was early in the morning and you woke up to find out you caught a cold.

A soreness in your throat was the first thing you sensed once you opened your eyes, but you were too tired to stand up and seek for water, and your head felt too heavy for you to move. You sighed: so that was what you gained for working so hard. You didn’t think you were so susceptible.

With effort, you turned to your side under the sheet only to have the unpleasant discovery of a running nose. The irritation overcame your exhaustion and you finally sat on the futon, standing there for minutes to prepare yourself and head to the bathroom in order to clean your nostrils...

But before you could do it, you heard the sounds of steps approaching your spot. The room was so quiet that you thought you were alone in it, but you looked up and found Tobirama approaching with some objects in hands. When he stopped and knelt beside the futon, you identified the things as paper towels and a cup with some steamy liquid of citric smell.

He bent down and gave you the items without a word. You mumbled a “thank you” and spent the next minutes alternating between the cup and the towels.

When you finally were able to speak, the first thing you said was all but unexpected:

- This is the worst moment for one to catch a cold – you grunted with your palms around the cup half full, your voice nothing more than a whisper – I can’t believe I’ve been long enough under the water to end up like this.

- To be fair, we’ve been spending long periods in the wild, including in wet territories – he crossed his arms – Your current condition is not entirely unexpected when we think of this.

You thought of asking why he didn’t seem to be as affected as yourself when you have been under the influence of the same weather, but after being with him for a while you could just suppose this endurance had something to do with the Senju blood, so you just nodded and said nothing.

You left the bed and went to the bathroom at last, washed your face and were going to take your things to prepare a hot bath. When you looked at your side, you noticed the bathtub was already full.

- I filled it and heated the water moments ago – Tobirama’s voice came from the bathroom’s door – It is better to check the temperature before entering it.

You looked from the tub to him, and then back to the tub. You went there and put your fingers in the water; it was still warm.

- It’s still good – and with a pause – Thank you.

He accepted it with a nod and was turning to leave, when you called him.

- Was it possible to find shelter and food for all the people who stood here? How are they going by now?

- They are trying their best despite the circumstances – the reply was categorical, as if he wasn’t surprised with the sudden change in the conversation’s direction at all – And yes, there are enough resources for all of them. The inn’s staff, Yoko-san and my Clones have been working on this since last night. Messages have been sent to the villages near, requesting supplies and help. Fortunately no one got sick, just tired. The children are the ones having the hardest time to understand the situation, but Yoko-san and the female workers are giving their mothers the necessary support.

You felt a twinge of discomfort when you heard that. So everyone was working to give the victims of the storm all they needed, including your husband, while you would have to stay in your room just because of a stupid cold. Great.

Again, Tobirama’s voice brought you back from your deliberations.

- Y/n-san. You do not need to tire yourself out thinking of this. You have done enough. Remember that it was your family’s jutsu that saved all those lives. If there is someone to whom they owe gratitude, it is you.

You stood up and crossed your arms.

- I know. Still…

A moment of silence and you shook the frustration aside, again changing the subject.

- And what about you?

He frowned.

- Me?

- Where did you sleep last night? – you shrugged – I know you’re used to wake up early, but after all of that you must be tired.

Knowing him the way you did, you weren’t shocked with the response you got: you didn’t even startle when he said he did not sleep.

- Yes, I am tired, but there was still work to do. My Clones have been helping the staff and the others while I’ve been here with you.

Well, that took a reaction out of you. You were sort of imagining that he would leave a Shadow Clone beside you and go work for the villagers in person, if he hasn’t decided to take a well deserved – and needed – rest, for creating and maintaining Clones was tiring to a certain point. However, after spending all that amount of chakra, he was still able to send new Clones to work and stood awake, taking care of you since you came back.

You approached the bathroom’s door and crossed it, passing by your husband. You went to your things and grabbed some clothing and soap. When you came back, you stopped before him. You silently thanked all the stuff you were carrying, so that he would never see your shaking hands: even after all those days traveling with him, your body still reacted that way whenever you got close.

You raised your eyes to his, facing their redness with all the courage you could gather in those few seconds.

- You should really take some rest. We still have some days on the road.

- I know. But I do not like the idea of leaving you without assistance while I sleep.

You startled at those words before you could stop yourself and gave him the fastest verbal reply you could think of before your face heated up.

- I’ll be fine! – and fearing that you have spoken too loud, – I’ll be fine, I promise. If you’re staying here, I can call you if I need something.

You thought you were going to find some resistance from his part, but he accepted your suggestion and left to give you privacy for the bath.

***

You took longer than usual to take off your clothes more because of some aching in your muscles than because of the headache, that only increased when you bowed your head. You raised your arms to brush and tie your hair up and hissed in discomfort and annoyance: you couldn’t believe you were that bad.

When you entered the tub, you had this sensation that the water was hotter than when you checked it with your hand. Were your hands too cold to mistake the temperature or weren’t you paying enough attention? You didn’t think it mattered, since the water seemed hot enough for you to stay in it for a long time.

Your limbs were all complaining since you left the futon, only relaxing when touched by the water. You stretched your legs as much as the tub’s width allowed you and rested your head on its edge, secretly grateful for the impossibility of leaving the room that day: you were really tired, as you haven’t been in a long time, and were yet to process the events of the last night. However, that was something you wouldn’t do right now. You just wanted to rest, despite sleeping for the entire night.

You sighed. You were so used to work hard that you didn’t sound like yourself that morning. But heavens, when was the last time you were forced to work to your limit? Well…

Have you ever been forced to your limit before?

If the answer was yes, you still had too much to improve. But you didn’t want to think of this right now; you wanted to get rid of this cold and continue your journey, reach your family’s home, see your sister. Your sister. How was she doing by now? You knew she was being well cared, yet your heart still ached with anxiety for her. This sickness, so sudden in a healthy girl like her. You just couldn’t accept it.

Slowly, your thoughts wandered towards your husband.

I do not like the idea of leaving you without assistance while I sleep.

You found yourself smiling at those words. Hearing them touched a new chord in your heart, one that you didn’t know about; it was the same when you saw him in action the night before, how quickly he memorized your hand seals and mastered your jutsu. There you had a truth you didn’t like to admit: Tobirama was stronger – and more skilled – than you. When you thought about this, you realized that if he wanted, he could just trap you and take you back to Konoha; in fact, he had countless chances to do so, still he decided to follow you in this failure of a travel. Not only this, but he has been taking care of you since the first day, giving you advice and even asking for your help – he who made it clear that working all by himself would always be his plan A.

Any other girl would be embarrassed or ashamed in your place, but you… You still didn’t know what was that feeling you had. No, you didn’t forget the reasons why you were there, why you tried to leave the Leaf Village in secret: he had his part in this. Still… he has been showing consideration towards you when you didn’t even ask for it. Was he trying to get something in return or was all of that some sort of punishment for you? No, it couldn’t be. You’ve met men like him before, so you knew they always had a hard time dissimulating; it wasn’t their style. And wasn’t Tobirama’s as well: the man would sweat honesty.

In this case... how hard it would have been for him to not talk to you about that letter, to keep your sister’s condition a secret from you?

You frowned and moved under the water, nervous with the new idea forming in your brain. Was it too soon to give him a chance and consider forgiveness, or were you being too stubborn by now? Well, all you knew was that if you were some foolish little girl, you would’ve already changed your manners towards him and forget all the events that preceded your departure from Konoha. But a shinobi would stay quiet and observe until they find out what they were supposed to do.

You sighed and continued your bath. Wait ad observe, that sounded good for you.

Let’s see what you got for me, Senju.

#naruto fanfic #tobirama #tobirama senju #tobirama fanfic #tobirama x reader #tobirama senju x reader

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multifandomsimagine · 4 months

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Hi Yoshino how have you been? Merry (late) Christmas!!! (if you celebrate, if not Happy Holidays 😅) I hope you're doing alright just worried because you haven't been active in a hot minute but wishing you well!! 💖💖💖

Hi nonnie!

I do celebrate Christmas so thank you very much and a very Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to you too ❤️

I'm so sorry for worrying you 😩 I am okay and things have been going great. I've just been using my vacation to catch up on everything that I have pushed back because of work which means that I have been procrastinating on the blog. I'm sorry, nonnie 😭

I promise I'll kick myself into action and start writing. I've written 3 gif imagines since your message and I will continue this streak tomorrow as it is 12 am where I live.

Nonnie send me an ask and I'll add it to the top of my request list. As thanks for checking in 🥺

#yoshino answers #anonymous #I'm the worst writer😭😭#I literally only seem to be posting in January during my birthday event #So at least you all will have 25 new posts to enjoy on the 28th #Thank you all for sticking with me despite my long haitus

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bahamutgames · 5 months

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100th Post Celebration! Wahoo!!

Hello everyone! Yes you read that right, I've officially reached 100 posts on this tumblr! How exciting!

I know it's not really that crazy of a milestone, but considering this blog was completely inactive not too long ago, I'm happy to see it. It's become a blog I really enjoy and genuinely love coming to update and make little posts about video games on. And I hope you all enjoy seeing me talk on and on about random games too!

Also this account randomly jumped from under 10 followers to just over 50 this year. Which again isn't a lot but still its NUTS to see. I know a lot of you followed specifically for gifsets and I haven't made any in a hot minute. But I appreciate you still being here and maybe even enjoying my ramblings about games I play? Probably not... Maybe?

Regardless if you only read whatever interests you, if you somehow have the mental fortitude to read EVERYTHING, or don't read anything at all and are just wondering where the gifs are. I do appreciate you being here!

Mainly I just wanted to make this post to give a bit of an update on what's happening here. In the new year I still plan to run this blog the exact same way as I did this year. At this point I REALLY like the set up I have for posting my game thoughts and prefer much MUCH more over the old way of sharing thoughts through twitter threads. And I have no intentions of stopping, so I hope you look forward to seeing all the random stuff I play in the coming year!

Outside of just afterthoughts stuff, I do want to make more gifs. I haven't even really scratched the surface of what I could do with just the dozens of smash bros. games, mods, and fangames I have on my computer. And there's tons of other stuff I could make gifs of, and if they do become popular enough I may even consider taking game requests eventually (no promises though)

I have also been considering making some videos for more visually focused afterthoughts or to facilitate my more insane brain worm fueled video game ramblings. Like maybe gushing about random Xbox 360 RPGs or ramblings about Smash Bros. characters. This is just a concept though cause I REALLY don't want to become a youtuber and would only make videos for fun cause I think the stress of doing it regularly would kill me.

Then of course I have a lot of work to do, both for games I'm a part of and my own personal games like Once Upon An Adventure! I really want to buckle down and get some good progress done on it in 2024 (I say this every year so don't hold your breath lmao). But sadly I will also be moving in the first part of 2024 which will, as all moves are, be a long and stressful process. So I probably won't get a TON of gaming done for a bit outside of smaller games and maybe playing some old stuff I've been sitting on for a bit. But we'll see.

Regardless, thank you all VERY much again for your continued support and your interest in anything I say even though it's all pretty much pointless ramblings of an insane person. Look forward to more video game stuff from your pal Bahamutgreen in the future.

Have a great day, happy holidays, and here's to a lovely 2024!

#updates #2023

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beautifully-lumpy · 11 months

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the beautiful person's journal - #16: the collectible world of caddicarus review!

sooo....this is about 3 months late, i know. BUUUUUT i have much more free time now that it's summer, and i can sing this box's praises!

ever since i was a young caddicarus fan, i'd always wanted to own merch from him. however, being in a family that wasn't too fond of a 12/13-year-old watching youtubers who swear like sailors, i couldn't express my love for caddy, let alone ask for merch. however, now that i'm in my 20s, i was able to ask for and receive this wondrous blu ray box set for christmas...well, at least the idea that i'd be receiving the box at some point.

if you stay up to date on all the happenings in the caddicarus community, you may have heard about the nightmarish experiences people have had with pixel empire and the shipping of this box.

needless to say, i was among the lucky ones who received theirs in mid-march. pixel empire just seems unable to handle merch drops for million-sub youtubers - scott the woz fans are still waiting for their $100 merch boxes to ship.

but pixel empire woes aside...was this $100 blue ray box set worth the wait?

✨ absolutely! ✨

upon receiving this adorable ps1-shaped box laced with references - both visual and auditory - i was the most excited i had ever been in all my years as a beautiful person/lumpy germ! and the contents inside did not disappoint.

to this day, i still haven't used all the stickers yet. but the ones i have used currently live on my sketchbook...

the stickers have such pretty art by prominent comedic game reviewer thumbnail/branding artist kevin fagaragan. they're super high quality too! i love how we have an official sticker of the "good!" thumbs up guy now - that's the one surviving pre-2020 thing that made it to this box. speaking of which, the box includes very few references to pre-2020 caddicarus aside from the history video so if you're a veteran fan who hasn't watched/doesn't like the newer vids but still wants to get this, you're out of luck.

as shown in the pictures above, i've used the pins on my backpack! but during the time since i took that picture, the pins have moved to my beanie! it's now blazing hot where i am in the mid-south, so i'm obviously not wearing this out anymore lol, but anywhere i went when it was cooler outside, this beanie would be on my head, showing off my caddicarus and onward fan pride! just like the stickers, the pins are really high quality, much higher quality than the disney enamel pins and buttons i've had. the caddicarus ones stay on super tight!

and let's not forget the gorgeous poster that's on the top of this post!! i feel like it's a comedic game reviewer rite of passage to have a beautiful 80's-style poster designed by PE founder dylan west. pixel empire may tend to bite off more than they can chew but damn, do they have some talented folks.

and that sapphire ticket in the first pic? that's a $10 pixel empire gift card. it can't get you much on the site, but if you got the gold and platinum tickets, you got $50 and $100 respectively...and a 15/30 minute zoom call with caddy!! to this day we haven't seen any reports of gold or platinum tickets yet, strangely. but man, that would've been a dream come true for me.

the picture of jim by the sticker sheet is actually a scratch and sniff. and in true caddicarus fashion, he gave us fans the ability to smell his beard - which actually smells very nice! and on the back is a thank you note signed by the man himself!

but of course, that's not all there is to this box. the meat of this wondrous collectible is the blu ray - packaged in a jewel case with PS1-style boxart. it even comes with a "game" manual that features all kinds of references, and interviews from different people who have worked with caddy!

the disc itself resembles a UK PS1 demo disc. and when you pop it inside, it carries on that aesthetic, as the menus look and sound like old demo discs!

(on the right is the gif i pulled from the pixel empire page for a visual)

the root menu uses the actual music from UK demo discs, but the "press start", main features and bonus features menus use these beautiful, ethereal, supposedly original pieces that i adore so much. unfortunately, while the credits specify who did which pieces of art for the box and menus on the disc, they don't specify who composed the menu music, or if the music was taken from epidemic sound. i tried shazaming it and got nothing. i wish we knew who composed that beautiful music! :(

and now - let's take a look at the videos on the disc!

the first one i watched was "how did i get here, and why is it damp?", as i'm obviously a connoisseur of caddicarus history and i was interested to see how jim himself would recap it. and this is how i learned why jim unlisted all those private videos - sir toasty needed access to them so he could edit the video! this video was the shortest of all of the main features, only being around 40 or so minutes. and i loved it!

not only was it such a surreal experience watching a caddicarus blu ray on the big TV in the living room - as i said, this never could've happened when i was younger - but also, the video was a trip down memory lane and the ending actually made me tear up a bit. it's a reminder of how the caddicarus channel wasn't even supposed to keep going after the 2010s, and it was because of jim's determination that he was able to pull through and make it to 1 million subs.

after that i watched "the secretive world of filming stories", which was about a whole hour longer. it was basically caddy, cerys and olly going through different scenes of the caddicarus show's reboot, and telling the stories about how they were filmed. i adored this one too, as the history and production of the caddicarus show is (obviously) a huge special interest of mine!

then i watched the last main feature, which was "the precious world of caddy's PS1 collection"! this one was also around an hour and 40 minutes, and it was exactly what it said on the tin - caddy going through his PS1 collection and discussing it.

also as a sidenote, seeing jim standing in front of his shelves and talking, along with him bending down to grab two video games off the floor gave me flashbacks to season 10 caddicarus, as that was his exact filming setup and he would bend down to grab the slaughter and salvage guns during the intro...

while i loved this video, i will admit i didn't love it as much as the previous two, but that's pretty much just because i mostly love caddicarus for the comedy/production/history aspects rather than the video game aspect. however, i have seen caddicarus fans who only cared about the PS1 tour and not the history or filming stories vids. different needs for different fans!

and onto the bonus features...

the hidden block reunion podcast was so good!! for a caddicarus veteran like me who was around during the golden age of hidden block, it was so emotional seeing these boys together again, even though balrog wasn't there.

the battle between caddy and brutalmoose was like, a 30 second video. i won't say what it was, but oh my god it was the funniest shit ever.

the stanley's phrase of the week compilation was cute, but honestly any fan could've made that and put it on youtube. i don't get why it had to be a feature on the blu ray.

and finally...the credits!

this is where my biggest disappointment with the blu ray comes in. don't get me wrong, i am 100% grateful with what we got and i couldn't ask for anything more wondrous than this. but in advertisements for the box, there were a few scenes animated in a PS1 style that showed jim fighting different bosses, and the bosses were different characters he's faced throughout the caddicarus reboot. the back of the case states that there are "animated gameplay featurettes", implying that there are multiple animated shorts. however, the credits seem to be the only animated featurette on the disc, and they only showed those exact shots we saw on the advertisements, including a couple extras. the only other animated thing was the secret video on the "press start" menu, which was only a few seconds long. idk i just expected there to be much more drawn-out, fully-voice acted featurettes. they even went to the trouble to make 3D models for olly and caddy's family, and they were only used for a second in the credits. i wasn't the only person confused about this, as there were also others on reddit stumped on it. and it's sad bc i was really excited about that :(

but other than that...i wholeheartedly recommend this box to any die-hard caddicarus fan!! it's a piece of merch that none of us could've ever dreamed of years ago, let alone 8-10 months ago!!

#caddicarus #the beautiful person's journal #the BPJ #jim caddick #the caddicarus show #hidden block #hiddenblock

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sheryl-lee · 5 months

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hi sameera! how are you? could i ask u a random question? i've been having issues with tags and my edits aren't showing up in any of them and it's so frustrating, do u know how can i solve this? thank you!

hi!!! i'm doing okay, thank you for asking ❤️ i'm so sorry you're having issues with the tags, i've been there many times in the past and it's truly the Worst. from my experience, there's a few reasons why it might happen:

widespread tumblr glitch (not sure if this is the case bc i haven't been very active on here lately and i haven't posted gifs/edits in a hot minute, but it's possible that this is affecting other users too!)

issue with one of the gifs/photos in your post (this has happened to me way too many times. to fix it i'll first try deleting and re-posting the edit. if that doesn't work, i'll remove each photo/gif from the post one by one until the edit appears in the tags. then i reopen the gif that's causing the issue in photoshop and delete a few frames, which usually resolves it.)

too many tags in your post/long tags/tags with special characters (make sure you have a maximum of 20 tags and that they're all relatively short. i'm sure you know this already but i'm putting it out there just in case!)

tumblr being tumblr and fucking with you for no reason (🫠)

sometimes there's no rhyme or reason as to why edits don't show up in the tags; i've had experiences where the tags weren't working at all for me, and then i tried again the next day and the post instantly showed up in the tags without fail. so i'd try everything above and if none of that works, try posting again in a few hours/days.

i hope that helps! and please check back in with me if you're still having issues or if you have any other questions 🩷

#if anyone has any additional tips for anon/has been having this problem too feel free to lmk in the reblogs/replies #💌 answered 💌#tumblr help

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ppoppokari · 2 years

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Hello hello lovely don't mind me just popping in to bug you for a moment lol. Just wanted to say hi since it's been a minute. Hopefully your work has been going well and can't wait to see more of your writing when you're able to get to it! Other than that hopefully your day and week are going well. As always sending all the love 💜

Also adding random Jun gif I found because I watched the HOT MV on repeat and WOW this man might become my new wrecker. XD He's so handsome

Hi hello my love. I'm so glad to see you! I was working on the aesthetic for your written ship today, and I'm so pumped and since I now know it's your birthday soon I will try my absolute hardest to get it to you! See it as a special gift from me, I mean I would also love to do a short fic for you. I actually have a Lixie one shot that I'm working on too. If I haul ass I will have your ship and a fic done for you scouts honour. My week was stressful and today was lame but it honestly didn't really phase me that much since I basically got to chill.

I'm sending all the love back too and MY GOD!!! I HAVEN'T WATCHED HOT YET WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!?! HOW DOES HE LOOK HOTTER????????? Thank you so much, you brightened my night, I have clear skin and I now need to go and watch HOT asap, Jun is my bias and dude is looking fineeeeeee.

Anyways I hope you're doing well and having a brilliant day too!

#the sweetest suga kookie #🍪

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wispyhearts-heaven · 2 years

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Hey! Can I request for a brahms heelshire x GN reader, a fluff oneshot of Brahms getting a bath and groomed so that he's clean and tidy and eventually asks the reader for a cuddle to sleep? ;;w;; I'm just a huge sucker for a slasher fluff

Hello! Yes you may, as I am also a sucker for slasher fluff. This is my first time writing Brahms, it's a lot longer than I thought (1.7k words), and I haven't watched The Boy in a while, so it took a while but I hope you like it!

Warnings: stinky wall man None,

Pairings: Brahms Heelshire x GN!Reader

Not my gif!

You had happily taken the job that the Heelshire's had given you; it was good pay, you got a house to yourself and all you had to do was look after a child.

Well, a doll.

Well, not a doll

You'd heard the sounds at night but you just thought how old houses made noises.

You hadn't expected a fully grown man to be living in the walls.

"Bath?" The voice was a stark difference between the figure in front of you, truely reminiscent of a young boy.

"It's certainly bath time, isn't it Brahms?" Your voice is only slightly shaky and you have to applaud yourself. It had been a few weeks since he had first shown himself to you, alas it had been completely by accident. You'd needed water and had come downstairs to see this grown man snacking at the food you had made.

You held your hand out for the grown up Brahms to take. You could feel the build up of grime on his hand as he gripped it. You smiled at him as his eyes lit up behind the mask. "Come on."

You lead him down the hall, away from his bedroom where you had just put the doll version of him down to rest, and you considered taking him to one of the many guest bathrooms on the second floor but you didn't know how stocked they would be.

God, would your shampoo and conditioner even work with his hair? Would he like bubble baths? What if he doesn't like the smell? What if he's allergic?

You came to your room and... despite Brahms being the one to ask for the bath, the man freezes, almost like a cat.

"Brahms?" You really don't know if you're going to be able to force this man into a bath. "Don't you want a bath?" He gripped your hand tighter, making you wince slightly but he nodded his head. "Well, come on. You have to get undressed. I'll make sure it's nice and warm and you can just lay your clothes on the toilet, okay?"

"Okay." He said back. You heard the shuffling of clothes as you turned around to turn the taps on, ensuring that that the hot water tap is the main source for the water in the bath. You allowed the tub to fill up a third of the way before you saught out the bubble bath.

After a few minutes, you turned around to see Brahms still in his underwear. You blushed and turned back to the bath which has now gotten to the level you thought appropriate for Brahms. “It’s just about ready, Brahms. If you want to, come check the temperature with your hand before you hop in.” He comes up next to you, his warm body pressed against yours as he checks the temperature, running his hand through the bubbles to get the water.

He stood up abruptly and then stripped before he carefully got into the bathtub. You noticed the lean muscle in his arms as he used them to steady himself as he lowered his body into the bath tub. You smiled and stood up, grabbing his clothes. He looked at you quickly and stiffly; he wanted you here.

“I’ll be back soon, I just need to get you some more clothes and put these in the wash.” You replied trying to placate him.

He nodded. “Hurry.” He said.You knew that you had a bunch of Brshms’ clothes in the laundry room, that you had politely asked Brahm’s to grab for you when you had first found out about his existence being more than just a doll.

You couldn’t help but imagine how lonely that felt, being hidden away for most of your life like that. Away from your parents. You shook your head as you dumped his old clothes in the basket andgrabbed some other softer ones for him to sleep in. You made your way back to your bathroom, Brahms’ clothes folded over you arm. You stopped just outside the door and heard splashing about, which made you smile softly.

You opened the door and laughed as you saw Brahms with bubbles in his hair, on his face and on his shoulders. “I’m glad you’re having fun, Brahms.” You put his clothes down carefully and rest on the side of the bath, your back facing the wall and allowing his lower end some privacy, with Brahms looking up at you, still through the mask. You want him to take it off, you want to see him, but you don’t want to push him away from you. “You want me to wash your hair?” You asked. He paused for a second before nodding, a little bit too aggressive. You winced and stepped forward to pull his hair and the bubbles back away from his face. “You have to be careful, Brahms.” You said kindly.

He took your message to heart and immediately tensed up.You laughed, running your hands through his hair, being careful when you ran into any tangles. “You can relax. I just don’t think you’d appreciate bubbles in your eyes.”

Your hands come down around the mask to the bits of beard that you can feel, careful notto make him think you’re trying to take it off. Knowing the neck is a sensitive place, you move on quickly and turn around to grab the shampoo and conditioner you had inthe cabinets as well as one of the combs you brought wiith you.

When you turned back around, it took you a moment to realise that Brahms’ had taken his mask off as was staring at you.

“Do that again.” It was still his child voice but you immediately put your items down and bring your hands up up to his jaw line, scratching your nails through the wiry hair on his face.

You smiled down at him as he opened his eyes and stared straight at you. “You’re quite handsome, Brahms.” It wasn’t even a lie. Even with the scarring, the raised bumps and lines alone his face not hiding the phenomenal bone structure that you had seen in Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire.

You felt his head shake side to side slightly and his eyes closed, but you just continued your movements, slow and steady. You take your hands away from his beard and Brahms’ eyes shot open. “I’m still here,” you reassured him. “I just want to wash your hair. Like I said before."

You grab some shanpoo and lather it up between your hands, enjoying the scent. "Close your eyes, Brahms." You said. He followed your instructions and you immediately started lightly scrubbing his head. As you massaged it in, Brahms started groaning a bit, which caused your face to heat up.

"You're doing so well. I've just got to dunk the back of your head a bit to get it out then we move on to the conditioner, okay?" He mumbled his assent and you followed through with your instructions.

As time went on, he relaxed and allowed you to move him around as you saw fit. You still remained gentle with him and informed him of every single step you took.

Eventually, it came to an end. The bubbles had dissipated into nothing more than white foam and the water was starting to get cold.

"Come on, it' time for bed Brahms." You said, standing up from the rim of the bathtub and towards where you had a towel set out. "I'll meet you outside if y-" He got up without any hesitastion and at the sound of the mass moving away from water, you turned around and flushed when you nearly looked down as he stepped out of the tub.

You held the towel up for him, grabbing a second one, that was definitely your towel, to use to start to dry his hair. He whined a bit when you refused to dry his body but otherwise the experience was pleasent. You pulled your towel away and ran your hands through his hair to make sure it was dry enough to sleep with.

You wished you could get him to shave his face even a little bit but you didn't want to force him. "You've done so well, Brahms." You said as you walked to the bathtub to pull the plug out. "Get changed and then we can head to bed, alright?"

You picked up his mask and held it out to him with a smile. He took it from you, his fingers brushed upon yours as you pulled your hand away and moved to your room to get changed into your pyjamas.

It was around the time that you finished getting dressed that Brahms knocked on the door that joined the bathroom and bedroom. "You can come in." You said and he stood there, holding the towels in his hand, his mask on his face. His eyes moved from the towels, to you, and then back to the towels.

"It's okay, I'll take them to laundry after I've finished tucking you-"

"Cuddles?" He asked in his childs voice and you felt your heart melt just a bit. He looked at your bed behind you.

"Uh, you wanna sleep here tonight?" You asked, stuttering a bit. He nodded his head. "Uh, sure. Okay. Um. If you want to lie down, I'll just take them to laundry now."

Brahms shook his head. "It's bedtime now."

"Okay, just leave them in there and I'll do it after breakfast tomorrow." You smiled. Brahms basically just dropped them in the doorway and then walked towards the bed. He stopped next to you, his mask showing no emotion as he softly grabbed your hand and gave you a gentle pull towards the bed. You pulled the covers up on oneside and allowed Brahms to get in

“Uh, goodnight Brahms.” You said, giving him a kiss on the mask before tucking the sheets in and turning the lights off.

You looked back at the bed and felt shaky about going to lie next to him. But you took a deep breath and headed towards the bed, going to the other side and tucking yourself in for the night.

You knew that you were lying as stiff as a log with him next to you but you had no idea what else to do. You heard Brahms huff next to you before you felt a warm arm curl around you and pulled you in to him. You could feel the warmth of a human nose on the back of your head as well as his warm breath ghosting over you. He'd taken his mask off.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

#brahms heelsire x reader #slashers x reader #slasher fandom #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms the boy #brahms heelshire #the boy 2016

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huxianposts · 2 years

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please drop the pegoryu analysis post i want to Hear Your Thoughts On Them 👁👁

ahaha sorry for how belated this is, but thank you for the ask!! i've had thoughts for a while and as a result, babbled to my irl friends/sibling about it for hours sldfkjasfja so I'm gonna put this under the cut before I spam with paragraphs, otherwise i'll literally resemble this gif:

Like, no joke. This post got way longer than it was supposed to (2k+ words, babbyyy), oop. Proceed at your own risk <3 And take this post with a grain of salt, because it's my own interpretations and me having fun!! <333 I also haven't played p5 and the other persona games in a hot minute, so please forgive me if I'm a bit off!

The three main areas I'll highlight will comprise of: pegoryu first meeting, social stats/human parameters of p3-5 comparisons and p5's kindness stat, and how Ryuji fits into the picture. Protagonists from the games will be referred to as "Minato/Hamuko"- p3, "Yu"- p4, and "Akira"- p5.

First Meeting:

Shipping feelings aside, I find it an interesting narrative choice for Akira's Fool arcana to be accompanied by Ryuji's Chariot arcana.

As seen in both tarot and p3-p4, the Magician typically follows the Fool– as the next number within the deck, and how the protagonists meet and open their Magician confidants. If the Fool is about new beginnings, the Magician follows to tap into one's full potential, rather than holding back– especially when there is a need to transform something. In a meaningful sense, this card is to enlighten with knowledge, to awaken the Fool to take on the world in new ways. In a literal game sense, the Magician takes the form of specific characters who provide resources and aid in the tutorial stage, along with the game stage allowing the Protagonists to access power and begin making active choices.

Sure, Ryuji's 'role' in the tutorial stage is like that of the Magician (lending aid, providing resources), but he is specifically named the Chariot, and within the parameters provided by Akira's backstory, it's a deliberate narrative direction. The Chariot arcana is "about overcoming conflicts and moving forward in a positive direction. One needs to keep going on and through sheer hard work and commitment, he will be victorious"; in Akira's case, who has been dealt with a losing and detrimental hand, his awakening was more than just "ripping off the mask". It was a promise, a furious rebellion, and most important of all– recognition.

He didn't just 'wake up'. He regained the drive he lost, as exemplified by Arsene asking if his action of saving the woman was "a mistake", and having the choice he made– to protect– be questioned and used as the catalyst to become Joker. It's by seeing Ryuji– another person dealt with a losing hand– still TRY so hard to save a stranger, eff the consequences, that Akira recognized HIMSELF again.

In my opinion, Akira is not as blank as the last two protagonists (by virtue of backstory-plot). His journey didn't start as a question to a mystery, but as a statement, a rebellion to the foundation. Therefore, I honestly believe it's not that he DIDN'T have the capabilities (as the Magician card would introduce), it's that he LOST abilities. He didn't 'need' enlightenment, but he needed DIRECTION. Victory in overcoming conflicts. He had the established core of "protect", lost that core in the fallout and shame, and regained it after saving Ryuji (the trajectory of his story is also directly mirrored by Ryuji's confidant, which I'll elaborate later). As a person defined by loss, he gained a piece of himself back– recognized himself in Ryuji's drive, and needed that same drive to propel him with purpose, with affirmation in his own identity. Broken pieces lining up.

And this leads to Social Stats/Human Parameters:

Social Stats are the ways in which certain confidants can be unlocked, along with certain abilities and choices. Each stat has a purpose based on the Protagonist’s need– typically for plot/confidant-related criterias. (Whether or not each stat are fulfilled is negligible in this post because I’m just examining WHY the specific stats exist the way they are)

In p3, the Social States comprised merely three areas: Academics, Charm, and Courage. For Minato/Hamuko, I interpret their characters as being apathetic, living day by day-- which mirrors the Apathy Syndrome in the game. Their story trajectory consisted of them finding meaning in life, and through that, the desire to live; that’s why their ultimate decision in giving up their life for their friends and world is so narratively powerful. Because the story itself is so heavy, the characters are already in established situations– and why the three social stats are enough.

Academics is a must, as they’re in a school setting with visible identities as transfer students. Charm is another with the final rank being ‘Charismatic’, indicating this area is needed as both a friend and leader– someone to trust and believe in (especially as a new-comer elected to de facto party leader, a choice that clearly affects the narrative through Junpei’s own resentment and following actions in the first boss fight). Courage is the last stat necessary to make the hardest choices– the last being in choosing to fight Nyx, even when defeat is guaranteed.

In p4, it gets interesting with five stats instead of three; the only two stat areas that match p3’s are Knowledge/Academics and Courage. The other areas, such as Diligence, Understanding, and Expression, can be inferred to be chosen by Yu himself. Why? Due to him being the blankest in backstory, I personally interpret Yu struggling with being seen as perfect (hence, his persona Izanagi, a creator deity in Japanese mythology) on the surface, with trouble in intimate/genuine connection.

Diligence is needed for fishing, but also to establish the careful persistence necessary for gaining the trust of confidants, where his dependable nature may break through the hardest people. Understanding is needed, to foster that genuine connection with others, to understand their grief and struggles. Expression is more funky, but when pit against the nature of Ryotaro Dojima and Nanako Dojima’s confidants, two people immersed in their own grief and unable to express it– it makes sense that this stat is needed to break down that communication barrier for any intimate and meaningful change to occur.

For a character who’s backstory consists of being shipped out to the country due to parents working internationally, and add in the fact that his Velvet Room is within a moving vehicle, it shows how detached and lonely Yu had felt prior to Inaba. P4’s three stat areas outside of Knowledge and Courage seems to imply the desire for connection by Yu, and this depth is shown in how bittersweet the ending is, where this small, nowhere town became something special and meaningful to him through the people.

Now, going by the logic that the protagonists choose the stat areas based on what they perceive to be a need, Akira’s choices are interesting to think about. Knowledge/Academics and Courage/Guts are the two areas the same in p3-p4; the three different areas for p5 are Proficiency, Charm, and Kindness. As I interpret Akira as REGAINING capabilities in these areas, it puts his situation into perspective: someone who has been broke in a way that needed the pieces to be whole again, no matter how contrived the stats itself seems (this is exemplified in how Arsene spoke to him, a back and forth questioning that challenged Akira’s perception of himself before and after the arrest– Who are you now? Someone willing to stay broken? Or someone wanting to gain back what was lost?).

Academics/Knowledge is needed to combat his ‘criminal’ image in school. Guts/Courage, an important stat he had prior in his decision to save the woman Shido was harassing, is needed now for plot, but also as continued affirmation in his own identity. Proficiency is a technical area needed for heisting and jobs, showcasing his determination in mastering techniques. Charm is needed to persuade others to trust and open up to him through charisma and cuteness.

But why Kindness, as a stat?

Understanding would have sufficed as a means to open up and understand others, especially in a game franchise that places emphasis on connection and the power of friendship. But Kindness is chosen, and not only that, is second after Knowledge in amassing points; in comparison to Knowledge though, the ways to gain Kindness is more limited– i.e., it is a pain in the ass to complete, and is easily overlooked in favor of more accessible stats (in my personal and irl friends’ opinions).

Yet, Akira chose it, deemed it as an area important enough to keep. I believe that while Courage is the more action-oriented ability, Kindness is the major basis for his drive to “protect”. And he lost that after the arrest, becoming someone with a lot of repressed rage and pain– hence, the apeshit nature of his awakening. The thing is, Akira could have stayed ONLY angry. Be propelled by just rage and injustice, interact with the world in a more cold way. It’s not like he owed anyone anything; he’s the one that’s been dealt a truly awful hand that has a detrimental impact on his present and future. But he chose Kindness.

Why? What is Kindness, anyway?

Various definitions state kindness as being a number of things: a quality of friendliness, generosity, and consideration; a type of behavior marked by acts of generosity, consideration, or concern for others, without expecting praise or reward; or, kindness is the sincere and voluntary use of one’s time, talent, and resources to better the lives of others, one’s own life, and the world, through genuine acts. Either way, kindness is a trait/action that shows care, and we cannot deny the powerful impact it has within p5– as a means of connection, but also as the one basis that got Akira into his situation in the first place.

The trauma of the first arrest is so impactful, his Velvet Room manifestation is a literal prison and chains; I can’t imagine how Akira could still find kindness in the world after all that. Not only was his trust in the system broken, but so was the kindness in himself, a trait that cost him his reputation and everything he knew.

And he still chose it, still needed it, still thought it was an area worth gaining points for, to help connect with others in similar struggles.

Because Ryuji showed him that kindness first, when he was at his lowest, when he had no other reputation than being a stranger, than being “trouble”.

The importance of Ryuji:

If I remember correctly, you (playing as Akira) cannot access certain social stats point gaining until after a few events within the first dungeon– namely, until after Ann awakens/Morgana stays with you/you being able to leave Yogenjaya at all, you are stuck squarely in plot-tutorial mode. And who is with you during that time to show the ropes? Ryuji.

As I stated earlier, Ryuji embodies a lot of the Magician arcana aspects through lending aid and providing resources– however, because he is the Chariot, an arcana about direction, his role propels Akira, rather than just helps him. It wasn’t just the fact that him trying to save Akira is what is important (though we cannot overlook the emotional impact of seeing a complete stranger say, “he’s not my friend,” and still tell Akira to run and save himself– about how Akira had nothing to his name, and was still, in Ryuji’s eyes, worth saving anyway), it is the following actions after that frames the game.

It is Ryuji asking Akira to join him in helping the students. It is Ryuji’s willingness to associate himself with Akira, despite what everyone said (and Akira’s own willingness to stick with Ryuji, can’t forget that). It is Ryuji’s mirrored core to “protect”, something that Akira recognized again. It is Ryuji lending similarities in loss and being seen as “trouble”, striking away the isolation.

It is also Ryuji taking Akira out for a meal. It’s Ryuji listening to Akira’s story. It’s Ryuji expressing anger at Akira’s circumstances and injustice, even when Akira tells him to “calm down/it’s all in the past”. It’s Ryuji putting more food in Akira’s bowl.

It’s through these simple acts of kindness, direct actions to show care, that means something, that changes Akira to action and change, rather than accept his fate.

For a game franchise that highlights the masks that people wear– especially in p5 where it’s a literal, bloody mask– there is something about Ryuji’s honest nature and care that is so important. Akira, especially after the first arrest, is someone with a lot of repressed rage, who cannot show it because he is seen already as “being in the wrong.” Everyone, from society to even Sojiro at the beginning, thinks his act of trying to save someone as “wrong”, as a “mistake”; Ryuji makes a point to directly refute that, choosing to trust and believe in Akira’s intentions.

Is it any wonder that when social stats is introduced to Akira, after the initial events within the first dungeon, that Kindness is a major stat to work towards?

Ryuji showed his care directly through action, reaffirmed Akira’s identity through recognition, and was the first person to really help open the door to everything meaningful– Akira looked at those first acts of kindness from someone struggling on the bottom just like him, and then used that lesson as a means to connect through others; it is no coincidence that he is drawn towards people who are struggling in their circumstances, broken in ways that was deemed impossible to move from.

Ryuji’s care really reflects the heart of the Phantom Thieves, in that they fight for those that cannot fight for themselves, to punish the ones causing harm, to hold injustice accountable, to actively CARE in the face of a world that condemns that.

And I honestly think Ryuji’s confidant just mirrors Akira’s trajectory as well: in comparison to the other confidants, where they’re secure in their identities, no matter the struggle (Ann in modeling, Yusuke in art, Morgana being something more, for example)– Ryuji is a person that permanently lost a core part of himself (his running ability), and throughout the game, struggles to recognize and find himself again, to find a place for himself in the aftermath of loss. It even shows in his persona, Captain Kidd, and how the persona also has a bandaged leg– signifying how broken Ryuji sees himself. And how does his confidant end, if you choose to complete it?

Him finding affirmation in HIMSELF, in finding a place where he belonged, in moving on from the loss to become whole again. This is explicitly seen in how Captain Kidd becomes Seiten Taisei, a trickster god with no injury in sight– because Ryuji no longer sees himself as too broken beyond repair. He gained back what he lost: himself.

Just like Akira, someone who is permanently changed from his traumatic experiences, but was still able to make himself again.

And maybe p5’s story is about rebellion, about shaking the foundation, about being unable to just accept what life gives you.

But from Akira’s POV, I think it’s finding the pieces you lost and becoming better in the aftermath, that there is hope, despite everything.

If one chooses to care. If one chooses to try, and to keep trying.

And that’s what these two did, for one another, for their friends, and for the story.

P5’s hero superpower stuff may have begun in the typical “hero saves someone” fashion, but Akira saving Ryuji is more than that. It’s about showing and being shown kindness at the most difficult of times and circumstances, and having that be so impactful, it changes them both for the better– leading to how the Phantom Thieves are run, and what they strive to fight for.

And sure, I believe that Akira would’ve awakened his persona if anyone else had been in Ryuji’s position– just because that’s Akira’s core. However, it is RYUJI that is written in that position, that is designated the Chariot, that mirrors Akira’s insane drive to protect, that showed Akira the means to trust again first, who’s characterization is about honesty, for better and worse, who’s hotheaded but direct actions of CARE propels the plot, who’s outright anger in the face of injustice reaffirmed Akira's own anger and drive to accept and use it in amazing ways.

Platonic or romantic, you cannot deny the importance of Ryuji to Akira, just by virtue of being himself. Broken pieces lining up, and finding meaning in the aftermath.

That’s them.

So, if you made it this far, congrats, and I apologize for the word vomit I apologize for nothing <3

TL;DR:

Ryuji and Akira are so important to how the game is run.

And this is how Pegoryu can still win

#thank you for the ask!#asks #sweetfloatapartment #pegoryu #this is so long but i have so many feelings lmao #as that one meme of link says: it's MY INTERPRETATION and i get to choose how much to word vomit <3 #but for real for serious thank you for the ask!!#i've been inflicting my thoughts(tm) on my irl friends so it's nice to take time to write it out rather than go in verbal circles again lol

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