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musingsofahufflepuff · 3 months

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Puppy Eyes

animagus!Mattheo Riddle x gn!reader; fluff

summary: your boyfriend suckered you into becoming an animagus with him, and knowing him it was probably to cause mischief. but surrounded by the night breeze and the stars in his eyes, you know you’d follow him on any adventure.

a/n: 2 published in 2 days? maybe i am magic. i’m kinda obsessed with the idea of animagi and i cannot for the life of me find one where mattheo is one too. so i wrote one. i’m definitely down to write a part 2 or one for theo, just let me know if that’s something you’d be interested in ♡

You were ready to get this damn leaf out of your mouth. A mandrake leaf specifically, which you were planning to use in your pursuit of becoming an animagus. It had been sitting in your mouth for almost an entire month and it wasn’t getting any better. You looked up at your boyfriend, who was in the same predicament, with a scowl.

It had been his idea to start the process of becoming animagi and with those big brown eyes, who were you to say no? So here you were at breakfast trying not to swallow it and heaven forbid having to start over.

“I can’t believe you guys are really going through with it,” Pansy looks between the two of you.

“Riddle just wants to commit crimes and get away with it,” Draco smirks, “impressive he roped (y/n) into it with him though.”

Mattheo rolls his eyes before focusing his attention back on you. The smile he gives you makes your irritability fade away.

♡ ♡ ♡

Before you knew it the month was up and all there was left to do was wait for a lightening storm. Which just so happened to be tonight. Mattheo had kept the phials of potion in the shrieking shack after you had finished putting them together. That’s where you were heading now.

He was sitting cross legged on the floor when you made it inside. His eyes lit up once he saw you, a small smile finding its way onto his lips. “I was a little worried you were going to back out.”

“I thought about it,” you tease and you settle down next to him. “You sure about this?”

“Completely.” He gives a squeeze to your hand before placing the crystal phial in your grasp, the liquid inside now a blood red.

You get out your wand and say the incantation one last time and pause to watch Mattheo take the potion like he was taking a shot of fire whiskey.

With a deep inhale, you follow Mattheo’s lead and tip the potion into your mouth.

The sensation is… odd. Like your bones were all shifting at once. There’s a searing pain everywhere and that double heartbeat you had experienced while performing the incantation over the past week. Moments pass before you open your eyes.

Your perspective of the room has changed drastically, everything towering above you. Right in front of you stands a striking dark wolf, at least double your height. And those chocolate brown eyes are unmistakable.

You aren’t surprised that Mattheo turned out to be a canine. You also aren’t surprised how ethereal he looks. If anything, you were surprised he wasn’t a golden retriever, with his eager to please personality (at least for you) and puppy dog eyes.

You notice his tail wagging wildly behind him which leads you to look behind you and see a fluffy, mocha-colored tail doing similar. While you were mesmerized by your new appendage, Mattheo padded his way over to you and dropped into a laying position to not intimidate you.

Pulling your attention to your boyfriend you see he still has the scar on the bridge of his nose, only now it rests in the middle of his snout. Instinctively, you push your head into his fluffy neck, letting out a sigh when he rests his chin on you. He still smells the same as he normally does, cigarettes and his cologne filling your lungs.

You find yourself migrating between his paws, curling into the soft fur of his chest.

You lay together for a while, the storm still raging on outside the shack. As it sounds like it’s letting up, Mattheo rises on all fours and nods for you to follow him.

The grass is damp beneath your paws and the night sky is now clear above you. It takes a few moments to get used to moving on four legs instead of two, but Mattheo looks to be a natural. Your heart warms watching him run through the grass, apparently having the time of his life.

Finally feeling confident on your legs, you take off in his direction. Seeing you sprinting towards him has his tail moving a million kilos an hour. With a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, he turns and leads you toward the forest. In any other circumstance you’d be a little nervous running off into the forbidden forest, but something about your new form takes the anxiety off your chest.

The forest at night was something otherworldly. Moonlight filtered through the trees, illuminating Mattheo’s fur. You pushed your legs faster to catch up to his longer stride. Finally getting side by side, you take a look at him and the look on his face simultaneously fills your heart with glee and sorrow.

He looks free. More free than you had seen him in your half a decade of knowing him. You desperately want to see him like this all the time.

You don’t immediately realize you’ve stopped running, lost in the happiness radiating off him. Blinking a couple times, you look around at your surroundings. You’re standing at the edge of a small lake, the moonlight sitting peacefully on the surface. To your left is, to your surprise, a unicorn resting in what appears to be its den of sorts.

Wonder in your eyes, you look up to find Mattheo already looking down at you. As you gaze into those brown eyes you adore, you can see the entire universe looking back at you.

♡ ♡ ♡

The next morning finds you in Mattheo’s bed, his limbs tangled in yours. He’s still sleeping and you can’t help but think how gentle he looks like this. You press a kiss to his nose. As his grip tightens around you, you hear him mumble in his sleep laced voice, “I love you, my little fox.”

#mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #slytherin boys #harry potter #x reader #mattheo riddle x male reader #mattheo x you #animagi #if u know where i can find more pls let me know i’m desperate #gender neutral reader

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taylorswiftstyle · 9 months

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The Eras Tour | Speak Now section | Version 6

Nicole + Felicia Couture custom

Besides debut having no section at all (as a debut stan, will I ever let this go? doubtful), I personally find it charming that the album with the shortest section as part of the Eras Tour setlist has the most amount of costume variations. A lot of people have asked me, “Why?”

It’s simple: It's extra. It's dramatic. It's couture. It’s for the fun of it. For the costuming of it!

It's a moment to deliver on frivolity and flights of ephemeral whimsy. For an album that's all about clinging to those last vestiges of girlhood, of innocence, of believing in fairytales and happily ever afters ... Why wouldn't you want to hold on to spinning around in a giant ball gown and relive those times when you last believed in the good in the world - right before being dashed at the foot of an ivory tower? These gowns are an embodiment and a fulfillment of those remaining hopes in true love.

But back to this particular dress - the first on the final night of six in Los Angeles and also the final night of the U.S. leg of the Eras Tour (2023 Version). It was our first tip off that there was, indeed, a lot going on at the moment. And that makes sense to me because why not connect and segue her most recently released TV album with the next one set to be released. Creating a throughline for her projects through fashion? Yes - I am here for it. By doing this, it underlines the project while also reminding people of where she's at in the journey to reclaim her first six albums. Three down, the fourth to come.I’m personally a sucker for a high, halter neckline like this and the crystal embellishments here? Swoon-worthy.

Based on the comet-like embellishments that light up across the gown I had guessed that this designer would be Zuhair Murad, who designed Version 2 of this dress which featured similar details, but no! The intricate beadwork and 3D floral embellishments here are bespoke Nicole + Felicia who now take the lead in creating gowns for this section of the show - having created half of the six (Versions 1, 5, and 6).

#taylor swift #tour #dress #nicole + felicia #eras tour

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fanaticsnail · 7 months

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Bar Shift: Part 3

I am so sorry. As much as I'm a sucker for a trinity, it looks like it's going to be a four parter due to length. I couldn't leave out playful banter, it was simply too cute to cut.

Word count: 1,898

Part 2 is here.

You smiled as you made your way over to the darked silhouette of the intimidating swashbuckler with the crystal decanter containing the full contents of the GSM he had requested and filled his awaiting glass with a small sample of the dark liquid.

“Is that all you’re planning on giving me?” he asked, quirking his brow upwards at the insufficient amount you poured for him. You giggled in response.

“Oh, no darling,” you leant forwards onto the bar slightly, placing the decanter down to the left of you, “that’s just a sample to ensure your absolute satisfaction.”

He narrowed his eyes at your playfulness and proceeded to raise the glass to his lips with an unnerving amount of eye contact. He rolled the liquid over his tongue and breathed some air into his mouth, creating an almost whistle-like sound as he affectively sampled the wine.

“It will suffice,” he exclaimed with an arched brow and placed the glass onto the counter for you to fill his glass. You smiled and executed an appropriate 150ml pour into the chalice before turning to place the decanter on the shelf behind the bar. You began collecting empty glasses from the bar top and place them in the rack for Tori to sort out with her washing and polishing duties. She smiled at you and took the rack from your hands.

“Jacob said you can have fifteen minutes,” she said to you, “now that you sorted the broody one at the bar.”

You laughed a little at the comment, watching Tori as she wiped her brow with the back of her hand.

“Tell Jacob that when I come back, you can go if you like,” you responded with a smile, “even have a drink with the staff, we’re pretty quiet so I don’t see why he’d want to keep you longer than needed.”

“You sure? You’ve already pulled more than a double,” she countered.

“Yeah, but I promised Sanji I’d make his knock-off tonight. Gotta repay him for breakfast somehow,” you laughed before heading off to take a small break.

You stepped into the barely lit section of the bar away from the patrons and retrieved a small pouch of tobacco from your pocket. You collected a filter and a wafer-thin paper and began to roll up the dried leaves into your desired, cylindrical shape. You brought the paper to your lips and pressed your tongue against the small, glossy tab of the paper to make it tacky enough to stick together before bringing the filter end to your lips. You patted your chest first, then the pockets on your hips before searching your rear pockets for the location of your lighter before mentally hitting yourself at the knowledge that Sanji claimed it earlier.

You let out a small groan and pulled the cigarette from your lips and held it in your hands between your index and middle fingers.

“Looking for something?” you heard a cocky voice calling behind you. You grinned and turned to face the blonde chef who was slowly coming into your view. He was twirling your lighter between his fingers with a sly grin adorning his handsome face.

“You didn’t give it back,” you slumped back into the railing of the dimly-lit bar and looked at him with an accusatory expression.

“You saw me use it!” he laughed at you, coming closer to your relaxed form and taking a place leaning beside you, “you even shared my cigarette after you saw me use it.”

“That I did,” you nodded, staring at the ground and kicking it slightly with your toes. He chuckled and reached down, taking your unlight cigarette from your hands and slowly bringing it to your lips.

You held a puzzled expression, but accepted the object between your partially parted lips as he offered it to you. He used his other hand to bring the small, metallic object to your face and flick the flint before bringing the small flame to the end of your unlit cigarette. You smiled at him and brought your face closer to the flame and ran the end of it, successfully igniting it before inhaling deeply. You removed it from your lips and blew it away from his vicinity before offering it to him.

He smiled and used his index and middle fingers to claim the object before bringing it to his own lips and inhaling deeply.

“You on another break or are you done for the night?” he asked you, removing the cigarette from his lips and exhaling the nicotine riddled smoke.

“Take a guess, love,” you laughed playfully, reaching for the small cigarette again and claiming it between your own fingers and raising it again to your lips.

“Another halfa, then?” he asked you, nudging your shoulder against his.

“Not even,” you shook your head with a smile, “I’ve only got a quarter this time.”

He smiled and hung his head a little, looking at the ground you nudged with your foot moments prior. You both sat in comfortable silence as you shared your hand-rolled cigarette, swapping it between you with organic ease.

“How’s it been out here?” he asked you with a small quirk of his brow.

“Oh, I can’t complain. Lots of regulars, a couple of younger ones,” you shrugged, “I got to flirt with the pretty red-head you had your sights on earlier.”

“So it’s been a good shift, then?” he chuckled at you with a slight warmth.

“Well, I had a good start to my day,” you smiled at him, returning his earlier shoulder nudge, “woke up early, went to the gym for a bit, finally got to giving my hair a bit of attention, had a wonderful breakfast, and got hit on by my grumpy boss.”

You both let out a massive laugh at that final comment, reminiscing the sheer amount of embarrassment at the response Zeff conducted at your non-serious challenge. After teetering down your laughter and the end of your cigarette was dissipating, another comfortable silence fell between you.

You turned to Sanji as he looked down at you through half-lidded lashes. He reached his hand up to some of the hair that had fallen into your face slightly, and made to tuck it behind your ear.

“I did notice your hair looked extra spectacular this morning,” he whispered to you, keeping his hand on the side of your head as he looked over your glossy locks, “although you always look beautiful to me.”

“You tease me,” you smiled and playfully swatted his hand away from your head while pursing your lips. You placed the diminished cigarette butt in the ashtray near the railing to your side before turning back to Sanji.

“How much longer do you have?” he asked you while looking down at the ground.

“On break? Around five minutes or so, I think. You?” you asked him, massaging the back of your neck with your right hand to relieve some of the tension you picked up from working.

“I’ve just gotta julienne some carrots and capsicum for breakfast prep and then I’m done I think,” he shrugged in response, still holding his gaze on the ground in front of you.

You brought your hand back down from behind your neck and stepped forward towards him. You brought one of your hands to his and gave it an affectionate squeeze slightly. He brought his gaze up from the ground to pause at your hand before bringing them up to look into your eyes.

“You going to come up when you’re done? Have a drink with me?” you asked him, still maintaining your hold on his hand.

“Absolutely, princess,” he said in response, returning your squeeze with his own hand before bringing it to his lips and pressing a chaste kiss against your knuckles, “what are you making?”

You smiled at his actions, allowing him to continue to hold your hand within his own.

“I’m not sure yet, but I’m sure it’ll come to me,” you replied with a smile before shrugging, “I need to make sure my work-husband knows how much he’s appreciated.”

“Work husband?” he asked you with a smile, slightly furrowing his brows at this title.

“I mean, that’s how the bloody front of house staff see us,” you laughed, freeing your hand from his grasp and checking over your uniform for any miscellaneous irregularities. He gawked at you as you continued to search your uniform and pick at anything that didn’t belong attached to you. He shook his head and attempted to come up with any kind of response to this declaration.

“That’s funny, I don’t remember proposing,” he chuckled, “was it arranged, or?”

You laughed at his comment, before reaching into his hand again and taking the metallic item from his hand.

“Everything is so literal with you, love,” you giggled, bringing the lighter to your pocket and securing it in place. As soon as your gaze fell away from his, he allowed himself to fully give in to his adoration for you and exposed it freely on his face. He didn’t care if he was caught with this love-struck expression by anyone, the only one he truly cared about potentially seeing it was you.

You checked over your back for any smears or smudges of any undesirable discrepancies in your attire before you brought your sights to Sanji once more.

“How do I look, husband?” you mischievously asked him with a broad smile, closing your eyes slightly as you awaited some silly, flirtatious verbal response from him.

“You are the most beautiful woman in all of the seas,” he whispered, prompting you to open your eyes and stair inquisitively at him. There was no humour in his voice. He was completely serious with his compliments and he stepped over towards you.

“T-Thank you,” you managed to stutter out with a small amount of shock, “not the kind of response I was expecting.”

“What kind of response were you expecting?” he interrupted you, stepping away from the railing and bringing himself towards you.

“Something light-hearted and flirty, knowing you,” you taunted him with a smirk.

“And you know your husband so well,” he taunted back with an arched brow and a subtle smirk growing on his face. You held his gaze, feeling a swell in your chest at the proximity. He was so close to you, you could almost feel what his lips would taste like pressed hungrily against your own. Your gaze fluttered between each of his eyes, flickering slightly to his lips and returning back to his eyes triangularly.

“I have to get back to the bar,” you whispered airily, accidentally allowing your desires to escape from your lips.

“I know,” he whispered back, allowing his own yearning for you to be known through his semi-breathless tone. You stood there silently for a moment before squeezing your eyes shut and ridding the welling emotion from your chest.

“Come see me after,” you suddenly ordered him, patting his chest with your hand. He laughed at your jab and nodded his head in confirmation before watching you retreat back to the bar.

“Yes, Misses,” he responded playfully, watching your retreating form as you ventured back to the bar.

You shook all thoughts of the proximity of your prior flirtation with the blonde sous-chef from your mind as you began the final stretch of the bar shift.

Part 4

#one piece #sanji x reader #x reader #black leg sanji #opla #sanji opla #mihawk

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sweaterkittensahoy · 2 months

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I found your post about inbox empty and no camp requests literally five minutes after opening the tumblr post episode 8. Were you summoned? Was I? Who cares.

I haven’t had the time to properly comment on your 2buck sexy prompt fill but please do know I will BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN LIVING RENT FREE IN MY HEAD. So fucking well written (pace, words, characterizations, aaaaah). I ramble, sorry.

Back to the point at hand, PROMPT(s) for my two favorite idiots (Buck/Bucky):

- post war bliss, let’s heal the boys a bit and give them their happiness

- set whenever, possessive Gale (boy is 100% unhinged, called it day 1 when Greenland tower control told him to circle back and he just floored it like a goddamn pro)

- magpie behavior John, he just collects stuff for Gale and brings it to him, it’s a character trait (bikes, shit needed to make a crystal radio, boy just does)

- observer Gale, he just loves the physicality John moves in when he’s in Major mode and when he gets the rare chance to look without being seen or having to worry what is seen on his face he just looks and lets himself feel it

- talismans, I love the idea of both of them having something that means ‘I am of my beloved and my beloved is of mine’

- literally whatever other sexy scenario you can concoct, your whiskey one has rewired a couple of circuits in my brain

- soulmarks, on the basis that I’m a sucker for them

Bonus for good ole Benny De Marco as Gale’s keeper when John isn’t around while at the same time John’s handler when Gale’s not there (ngl this is because of the way Buck yells De Marco’s name in the pilot, my boys are MATES™️).

I am afraid I single-handedly murdered your inbox, please forgive me.

Thank you in advance and cheers ✨❤️

(These are all amazing, and I would like to encourage anyone who is reading this and gets an idea from one of these to write you one of the ones I don't [or write the one I did but as your own thing!])

In the barracks, each bed comes with a side table. It has a drawer and a lamp. Most of the boys keep a photo of a loved one on the top, a skin mag in the drawer, and whatever they carry in their pockets each day next to the photo.

Buck's is different because he keeps whatever he carries in his pockets in the drawer, and on the table itself is a collection of random objects that look like he's collecting odds and ends with no real sense. Amongst the clutter are the following things:

A skeleton key with a filigree 'G' carved into the head.

A rock that shines when the sunlight hits it during the day.

A broken bracelet made of blue stones.

A tiny piece of foil shaped into an oak leaf cluster.

The first time a replacement asks about it--because Major Cleven doesn't seem the type to collect odds and ends--Demarco barks a laugh and buys the replacement a drink.

"It's not Cleven's collection. Well, it is. But it's not."

The replacement stares at Demarco. "Uh-huh. Clear as mud."

Demarco sighs. "They're all his, but he didn't pick them, okay?"

"That's no clearer."

Demarco shrugs. "You'll figure it out."

A week later, the replacement is reading in his bunk when Major Egan walks in, giggly and flushed from drinking. He drops hard onto Major Cleven's bed. Major Cleven is--or was--sleeping, but he wakes up and huffs a laugh and says as calm and even as he seems to do everything. "What are you up to?"

Major Egan holds out a hand. "Look what I found!"

Major Cleven squints at Major Egan's hand. "It's a penny."

"No, look closer," Major Egan says. He picks up the penny with his other hand and holds it very close to Major Cleven's eyes. "Look."

Major Cleven grabs Major Egan's wrist and pulls it back a few inches. He squints at the penny, then reaches over and flicks on his lamp. He squints at the penny again. "It's still a penny, John."

"No, it's your birth year," Major Egan says. "See?" He points. "And I found it heads up! It's double good luck for you."

The replacement suddenly realizes neither of them have clocked that he's there. He coughs politely, and suddenly, both Majors are looking at him.

"Is this your first time experiencing Major Egan in his magpie form?" Major Cleven asks.

"Uh," the replacement says.

"He acts like it's silly, but he keeps all of them," Major Egan says, gesturing to Major Cleven.

The replacement expects Major Cleven to scoff or shove Major Egan off his bed. Instead, he smiles and holds out his hand.

"I don't act like it's silly," Major Cleven says and looks at his table for a long moment before setting down very precisely. "I just can't follow your booze-soaked reasoning when you wake me up in the middle of the night."

Major Egan flops sideways so he's taking over half of Major Cleven's bed. "It's only ten, you old man."

Major Cleven stares at Major Egan. "We have an audience, John."

"Eh," Major Egan says and rolls over, stealing Major Cleven's pillow.

"Hey, give that back!" Major Cleven says, yanking the pillow, but Major Egan isn't giving it up.

The replacement doesn't know what to do, so he goes back to his book. The next night at the officer's club, he buys Demarco a drink.

"What was it this time?" Demarco asks.

"A penny from his birth year that he found face up."

Demarco bursts into laughter. "Oh, that's a whole new level of lovesick."

"Are they together?"

"Joined at the hip and a few other parts," Demarco says, then downs his drink. He slaps the replacement on the back. "Come on. I'll let you tell Brady what the latest one is. He'll love it."

#masters of the air #outsider pov #not sure how that happened #buck/buck #goose #bucksquared #fic prompt #magpie egan

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ladyvialana · 4 days

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Very much enjoyed the first season of The Dead Boy Detectives.

It was fun, with great characters, interesting storylines, good pacing, and a fantastic ability to balance light-hearted storytelling with some pretty fucked up content at times.

Episode 1 was a little clunky and exposition heavy, but it's only really in that first episode (unlike fucking Wednesday!) and it's pretty easy to look past once they get into the main story. The rest of the episodes are much smoother.

Character interactions are great and all of the characters feel rounded with an actual backstory that influences their interactions and distinct personalities and traits that affect their actions. They're not just plot devices or vehicles for narrative.

Before going into any more detail, I'll just say I really enjoyed it. It's probably not as sophisticated or polished writing or style-wise as The Sandman, but it's still a really good spin off. I'd almost put it in the same vein, tone-wise, as The Umbrella Academy, though perhaps not as irreverent. Much better than similar Netflix teen supernatural dramas like Wednesday or Sabrina (and probably more mature and sophisticated, storytelling-wise than those shows).

I really enjoyed it, am looking forward to/hoping for a second season, and will definitely be watching again.

More detailed spoilers under the cut for those interested in my opinions about a few specific storylines/characters/episodes:

SPOILERS:

I am honestly surprised we don't have more people hitting on Charles. He is genuinely charming and charismatic as well as kind of open and sincere. Like, Edwin's a standoffish Edwardian public school boy with weird interests and zero people skills. I adore him. But he has negative charisma, especially compared to Charles' eyeliner and grin. Like, why is everyone chasing after Edwin? It's a role reversal I can definitely get behind, but no one is trying to get up into Charles' personal space aside from Crystal? Really??? And even she probably wouldn't have gone for it if he hadn't made it obvious he was interested in her first. Like, I really do get what the writers were trying to go with here, but it's one of those choices that kind of stretch narrative believability a little.

In saying all of that, I'm kind of a sucker for queer pining arcs that could go either way. So the not-so-subtle reveal of Edwin's feelings was both beautiful and painful in the best ways.

Episode 7 was a highlight for me. I'd been waiting for the pay-off from Edwin's backstory and the hellfire sword hanging over his head. But the flashback to Charles' death was probably my favourite scene in the series. Everything about that episode was fantastic, from the tension to the individual mini character arcs in the episodes (Nico coming in clutch with her reading comprehension skills! Crystal finally kicking David's ass!), to the beautiful release of the confession in Hell. I loved all of the insight we got into all of the main characters, knowing the truth of the kind of people they are. Knowing that, yeah, these are all good people who would do anything to help, and who love fiercely. But also, that doing what you can for the people you love sometimes involves meat cleavers and Molotov cocktails.

#dead boy detectives #dead boy detectives spoilers #text #vialana's rambling

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Ngl thanks to all the Stolizt/Vangel parallels I would love to see Blitzo and Angel meet. They would either come out as better people or emotional wrecks that hate each other because they remind them of themselves, and how much they hate that.

But hey! They could talk shit for hours about their respective abusers, that would be fun. I can see a scene where they are talking in bed (because of course they do the thing) and Blitz is on his phone seeing his "conversations" with Stolas and AD is all "damn, does he pest you too?" And Blizt notice he has his own phone going off with love-bombing, then threads from Val. And that is when he realizes that Stolas is more than annoying- he is downright abusing him. And like in a rare moment of sincerity Angel sits up and goes full "word of advice, as a thanks for the-" *insert joke here about their bed activities because it's still AD* "He let's you have your life, your business and shit at the start- but then he starts to request more of your services-" *Blitz's mind flash to the instances where Stolas used him as his bodyguard when he didn't even need one* "and before you know it, you nothing but his little plaything"

And Blitz server all ties with Stolas the next day (this would take place after he gives him the Asmodeus crystals so he doesn't really needs him, but was considering staying with him out of pity), adopts Octavia, and sends a cute little "Thanks, don't push away those that want to help you." Note to Angel Dust, who reads it with a little smile and decides to join the rest of the hotel crew on whatever shenanigans they were doing.

I dunno I am a sucker for victims of abuse that had developed HORRIBLE copying mechanisms finding solace with each other 💜

Ohhh this is so goood and precious 😢🥺 they’d 100% get into a gunfight and probably make out then have a drinking contest at first. In no particular order. But because of the similarities idk if they’d go that far as to sleep together but then again who knows with these guys. OHH THE NOTE AAA CUTE i bet hed come up with some kindve nickname for the Angel too. And did you know Blitz is apparently a fan of Sir Pent? Because that’s a very convenient comedic avenue.

Some of the main things they could talk about are the ways the guys call them sweet names then grab at them, blow smoke in their faces, or put cigarettes out on them, how they whine and cry as if they’re weak people, even though the two have seen firsthand how violent and scary they are. How the abusers violate people, but they know nobody would believe them. The fact that like you said, neither of them can turn on the phone without constant calls and messages begging for attention. The way both of them have had panic attacks due to fear of their anger, even about things that aren’t their fault. Like Via sneaking in the office, or Charlie sneaking onset. The fact the abusers both force them on stage, watch them constantly, and that the only pep talk they can give is how well they perform in bed. How scary it is when they verbally attack their friends, ie Charlie and Millie/Moxxie.

And maybe they would talk about the self blaming, the excuses, how people say they “led him on” , brag about how great they are at the service, that they don’t fuss about it, but it’s never enough…that they don’t know when to turn the persona off. They got themselves into this mess by going after the book or signing the contract. Blame themselves because sometimes the sex isn’t that bad but for some reason they feel so disgusting, raw, and used after it. Their abusers always remind them of the fact they enjoyed it sometimes, so why are they resisting now? Who would believe them now? They’re just a (insert slur) after all…yikes. I hate that side of the fandom.

But hey. They can laugh at how the two guys clearly have no life, all they do is yell at and abuse their staff, surround themselves with luxurious decor and fancy plants, drown their sorrows in alcohol. All alone.

Interestingly, Angie always has to fake being submissive, and Blitzo has to fake being extremely dominant. So Angie wants to feel strong sometimes and he violently lashes out, while Blitz just wants to rest and be soft so he seeks out his daughter and his two lovey dovey friends. Kindve an interesting opposite. Cuddles perhaps required.

Sadly, it seems like it’s too late for B cause the more Stolas’ life falls apart by his own hand, and the more Stella is built up as evil, the more Blitzos saviour complex and pity builds. The foundation of what’s keeping him trapped is actually pity and guilt, and a feeling of needing to save him. Because he couldn’t save his real friend.

Plugging in this lovely art

#helluva boss critical #stolitz critical #anti stolitz #anti valangel #hazbin hotel criticism #fanart #tw mentions of sa

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dreaming-of-lu · 1 year

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Heyo💖 I hope you are having the bestes time!

I was wondering if you can write a scenario of reader trying to hold the boys hands!

It can be anyone, but like either the reader is upset and is getting stuck in their head. They need one of the boys to ground them, but like they don’t want a hug, just need a hand.

One of the boys just woke up from a nightmare and they can’t stop seeing the images from the dream. Reader notice this and is trying to comfort or ground them.

Something like that!

By the way you look gorgeous today💕💕

A/N: I am! Also thank you for being patient and shhiiieeettt, why thank you, you look gorgeous too doll 😘 Buckle in. CW: Gore, body horror and vomit (Hyrule), Panic attacks

o(〃＾▽＾〃)o Part 1 of 3 (Twilight, Hyrule, Legend)

Twilight

The cold feeling of ice that slithered down him had encased his entire being, freezing everything within him, from blood to veins to nerves. He stood rooted to his spot at the sight of all the portals opening right before him. What was clouded previously in purple smoke and shadows was now standing a pure crystal blue, beckoning them to step through to come home. There would be no more fighting, no more monsters to deal with, no more shadows, no more nothing. The journey was over, they were free to rest now, but an ache deep within his heart tore at the flesh, tissue, and muscle.

It was too good to be convincing, but it meant goodbye to everybody, especially you. You, who came bounding up to him, your face so giddy that it stung deep in his heart. You, who smashed your way through his heart and now leaving him; cold and all alone.

"Well," you excitedly bounced on your feet, beautiful colored eyes that stared into his own, making him weak in the knees, "this is it!"

"Yeah, haha."

Twilight gives a shaky grin, masking the feelings that rose deep in him; his inner voice and nerves yelled at him and begged him to beg you to stay with him. He wanted to be selfish, just this once; he wanted to be absolutely heedless, but he couldn't bring himself to do that to you.

"It's time for me to go; it was a long journey, but I'm glad I got to know all of you!"

'Please, don't leave me! Please!'

"I love you all, do take care of yourselves!" The sight of your bright smile made his chest clench to where he felt as if all the air was sucked right out of him, the feeling of being sucker punched hard in the gut. Sound slowly dispersed as his ears loudly began to ring; it was deafening. He didn't notice that one by one, all of them left except him. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he stood rooted to the spot.

Every sound made it sound like he was underwater, feeling chained to the floor as he watched the portal you went through disappear.

His eyes watered, the feeling of his heart threatening to burst through his chest as he heavily breathes, hoping to will himself around to head into the portal to his home. He couldn't shake himself out of it even as darkness began to edge along his vision. You were gone. Gone. He was all alone. Again. He whimpers, feeling like a child, lost and afraid, without the person they clung to. He sobs and sobs, begging loudly to the heavens for you to come back.

"Please," he keens, "don't leave me all alone."

Shadows encased him; a voice so faint yelled his name. It grows louder and louder, shaking him deep into his core.

"Link! Wake up!" His entire body jolts up, heart in his throat, panting wildly with wide eyes as they searched frantically. Body hunched in defense, ready to leap into a fight. He flinched at the feeling of a hand that quickly receded. So many thoughts and questions ran through his mind. Where was he? Who woke him up? They ran for miles.

"Link," the voice sounded so far away and warbly, "you need to breathe."

He greedily sucked in the air, heaving deep breaths before the heart in his chest began to slow from the terror that took him. With a blurry sight beginning to clear, he sees you. You. You sat before him on the bed in the shared bedroom in the same home, staring worriedly at him. Hair was a mess, your sleep-riddled eyes, and you were wearing one of his tunics; it slowly slipped off your shoulder, yet you still looked so gorgeous to him. The gentle feeling of your hand on his cheek made him sigh blissfully, nuzzling into your palm at the peace you held.

"Want to talk about it?" you voice nothing more than a whisper to his ears, soft enough to not shatter the air that overtook the bedroom. Twilight weakly shook his head,

"No," teary blues gazed into yours, "can I hold you?"

"Yes, always, darling."

Hyrule (Warning if you haven't read it in the note: Gore, Body horror, and vomit. Please skip if you are uncomfortable with this.)

"No, no, please!" Hyrule sobbed, his hands frantically pressing against the wound. Violently sobbing as he watched hopelessly at the blood that stained his hands, staining yours and his tunic, the smell of iron that made his stomach churn on the spot when it began to leak past his fingers. You swore you would stay out of this fight! You swore! Why did you have to be so foolish?! He can handle his own in a battle; Hyrule's like the other Links, always comes out victorious in the end. He was shaking. Shaking so bad.

Yet you don't know when to call it in when they are out of your zone. You weren't like them, any of them! You don't hold a triforce, you're not a holder of the master sword, and you're not a reincarnated Link!

"You are," Hyrule choked on his spit, "such a fool! You know we had it handled!"

He could use his magic! Hyrule closed his eyes, willing forth the ability to heal the wound.

Why? Why was his magic not working? Why does he not feel it? Hyrule looked panicky at his hands, hoping to see the familiar glow, only for the same red liquid that dyed his hands to glare right back at him. His brows furrowed, mind racing, digging into his memory at anything that could help heal you. A movement under his hands caught his attention.

He stared in horror as the wound widens before his eyes, skin and tissue peeling back to reveal organs. He felt his hands slowly sink into you; the blood stuck his hands together, forming them almost like crystallization; no matter how hard he pulled, they didn't budge. Your intestines began moving, wrapping around his wrists, tightly squeezing them, and bile rose in his throat at the feeling of them.

He began to yell loudly with the hope that somebody in the group would come to his aide, only for silence to answer him. He looks over his shoulder to see darkness staring back at him.

Hyrule jolts at the feeling of a hand clutching his arm; static crept up his arms and down the back of his neck.

Your wild, bloodshot eyes stared back at him. Your hand aggressively grabbed his tunic, forehead against forehead. Blood, spit, and bile spew from your lips and spat across his horror-stricken face.

"YOU COULD'VE SAVED ME!"

Hyrule's body shot forward, his legs scrambling out of his blanket, stumbling over his feet to book it little ways from camp. He fell onto his knees harshly, his body lurching forward, dry-heaving until vomit came out, crying harshly at the burn and the haunting image that never left his mind, burning into his lids.

"-ulie!" He sobbed. Everything hurt. His gut felt like it was squeezing the life out of him, eyes and nose burning. He couldn't stop crying; he cried harder when a hand rested on his back.

"Rulie, Hyrule," the voice sounded so far, yet it was near; he clung to it like a lifeboat upon the roaring waves of the angered seas that never ceased its brutal pounding. It was his anchor when the voice repeated itself,

"Hyrule," oh, so soft, so sweet, "you're safe; it was just a dream."

"Please," he whimpers, "please, don't leave me alone."

"I won't, Link. I won't."

Legend

Everything was screaming at him.

The endless tyrants, the never-ending feeling that he was in danger, consistently in fight or flight mode. Shadows lurked on the edge of his vision, threatening to completely shut the light out as his sight blurred. Everything was spinning; the breath he had escaped him, short gasps left his lips, and the sounds of the forest were drowned out by his own heartbeat pounding loudly with his ears.

'It's not safe! We're not safe!' His brain screamed at him, emotions going wild, flickering like a lit candle between every feeling. Not stopping on one or two, just continuously speeding rapidly like his eyes that ran back and forth in the haze of colors that overwhelmed him.

"Please," he gasped, "make it-"

He felt caged within his mind, feeling like he was stuck in his rabbit form, bouncing off the steel walls, hoping that he'll escape. How many minutes has it been? Two? Elven? He wasn't sure anymore, but the feeling tightened its hold on him, never letting him loose, just as if a Hinox had him in its hand.

"-end," it sounded so far and muffled. Feeling a hand land on his clenched one, he opens his and quickly traps it in his. The buzzing of his nerves vibrated through his hand, and he clenched it tighter, holding the person's hand to his beating chest.

"-end," muffled, "ca- -u -ar -e?"

"NO!" He sobs.

The voice sounded so far; he felt like he was head-first underwater again, relieving the nightmare he witnessed when Koholint Island disappeared and he woke up on a raft in the ocean.

"Please, don't let this be a dream!" He sobbed harshly.

"I got you, but I need you to breathe right now; can you do that? Follow my breathing."

In.

Out.

In. 2. and out. 2.

In. 2. 3. 4. and out. 2. 3. 4.

In. 2. 3. 4. 5. and out. 2. 3. 4. 5.

His sight clears, the first thing he sees was your eyes and your gentle smile.

"Hey there, bunny."

#.bea's writing #linked universe x reader #lu twilight x reader #lu legend x reader #linkeduniverse x reader #lu hyrule x reader #lu x reader #cw: gore #cw: panic attack #cw: vomit #cw: body horror

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accidentalshifter · 26 days

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hihi! It’s always great to see another adult shifter in the shifting community! 🫶🫶

Could you talk about your Royal Academy DR? What are your classes? Do you live in a dorm-like situation? Did you have uniforms?

I’m a sucker for fantasy DRs and futuristic DRs; have you shifted to a futuristic or fantasy dr? If so, what were some of your favorite places in those DRs?

*Happy, cheerful noises*

It gives me ✨️ super happy glimmers ✨️ to see more adult shifters interacting with my blog and also adding onto the conversation! Even if they're cringe-pinions, lol. I'm really grateful and touched that you took the time to check out this little sanctuary of mine and ask me about my DRs~

Lemme give you a breakdown of my Royal Academy DR. It's still in the process of being created/scripted/energetically-fed right now as a lot of my focus (lately) has been on my 🚩 all red flags vampire DR 🚩. And also a little bit on my Futuristic Space DR which is also in the same level of actualization as the Royal Academy DR. Annnd I'll even add in my favorite places even though I feel like I'm rambling too much, haha!

🌸 Royal Academy DR 🌸

▪︎ This DR is part of my seasonally-based DRs and embodies the spirit and feelings of a blooming spring. Part of the fun and novelty of my seasonal DRs is that I only visit this space when the corresponding season arrives in my CR. It keeps things fresh and exciting for me. But also, I'm very emotionally bound to the change of the seasons as a part of who I am...so my shifting reflects this.

▪︎ Every DR I make is rooted in something I want to explore about myself and my soul. My 🌸 Royal Academy 🌸 will be rooted in exploring my romantic and sexual identity as a person; something that's been denied to me for YEARS being locked in survival mode. As such, Royal Academy will be a heady, romantic whirlwind steeped deeply in Ouran Host Club & Utena Revolutionary Girl and Winx Club (the original cartoon) vibes.

▪︎ My Royal Academy is aged up. It's more like a college than a high school and offers courses in the magic of Love. Technically, all the students at my Royal Academy are training to be cupids, gods, goddesses, or spirit sages of romance, love, friendship, (this includes strictly platonic friendships as I think love shouldn't be stripped to strictly sexual or romantic connections) and devotion. Some students are children of deities while others are demi-gods or witches or supernatural beings or even just plain normal people who showed great potential.

▪︎ While unnamed still, the aesthetic of my Royal Academy is a huge gold, white, and crystal palace city floating on a series of islands in the sky. It is always spring here. Flowers are eternally in bloom. It is May 1st forever at the Royal Academy. There's also infinite fields of clover, crystal clear lakes, mystic water falls, rainbow bridges, and secret areas only accessible by flying on wings (one of the first lessons you learn in 1st Year of my Royal Academy is using the power of your heart to fly) or airship or if you have a unicorn or pegasus or rainbow bridge handy. The dorm rooms are housed according to which year of study you're in. But some students have private abodes because their family paid off the Academy to give them special accommodations. 🤣

▪︎ Uniforms are strictly enforced except for holidays (where traditional or celebratory garb is permitted according to a student's cultural beliefs) spirit week, & graduation week for 5th years who have mastered the arts of Love & are now ready to tackle the multiverse with a firm grasp of their heart. Some students never make it to fifth year, though, as the coursework is...intense. But 5th year is not required to achieve success in my Royal Academy. All students signed up in classes can stay & study for however long they want, & learn at their own pace. Accommodations are given to any student here that needs it.

▪︎ Getting back to uniforms, students ARE encouraged to use their heart to decorate and customize it to fit their aesthetic. This Academy cherishes art, beauty, passion, & creativity. As long as you are wearing your Uniform and I.D. badge, the rules are very malleable.

▪︎ I haven't officially enrolled and explored in this DR (yet) but I plan to shift next year around this time and begin my adventure there. For now, the DR is incubating in my creative subconscious. But I'm really very excited to go there and learn!

🌌 Galactic Federation DR 🌌

▪︎ Another DR that's still being churned in my mind. This place will serve as a sort of hub world for all my other DRs. What do I mean by "hub world"? Well, it'll be a place where people and entities I meet in all my other DRs can come to & kick back, have a drink at the space bar, and enjoy games in the holodeck. Basically like Star Trek only there's no sense of impending danger like there is in my 🚩 🚩 red flags only vampire DR 🚩🚩 and the challenges I face inside the summer, winter, and autumn worlds. Especially fucking winter. Shit. That place is like, "Heyyyyy buddy. Do you wanna get really chill with all the shadow work you've been putting off??? You're about to get so chill about it right now." But back to the point, I feel like having low-stakes Hub to kick back and savor little moments & side quests with the DR people I love (instead of always being in advance-the-scenarios mode) allows me to get to know my s/o's and friends in DRs better and relieves the stress I experience when there's higher stakes involved.

▪︎ All my DRs are actually bound to rings that I wear around my neck in my CR. The space DR is bound to an epoxy ring that holds a piece of iron meteorite inside of it so that I always have a bit of space on me. No matter where I'm at. DR or CR. Pretty sure my Galactic Federation DR is gonna look a lot like the donut-shaped space station in Deep Space 9 in Star Trek but I'm not certain yet. While my space station can technically move around the Universe, I think I'll probably keep it docked where it is for awhile before moving it to any sort of other sector of the galaxy/ies.

Other, futuristic places that I've gone to...

▪︎ I had a very intense experience in my winter-themed DR where I time traveled to a future version of myself in order to look at & confront my own generational trauma cycles and do battle with the "demon" that presides over them in order to release my energy from the control they have over me in my CR and cement that I am the God of my reality. While some out there can just affirm that easily (then go on their way) I decided to crack open the hood of my inner darkness and manually tinker with each and every piece that created it last winter. Because I needed to see it up close to really understand it and let it go.

▪︎ In that future self, I was drinking at an ocean-themed neon nightclub in a futuristic world made completely out of plastic and enjoying all the weird, colorful cocktails at the bar. The place was called Club O. It looked like a giant blue glass tower shaped like a 〰️ that speared a pirate's ship being consumed by a coral pink octopus 🐙 kraken. The tentacles the kraken had moved on their own, and the suckers were made of LED lights that lit up the entire establishment. The tentacles also held huge glass bubbles 🫧 that were different parts of Club O that you could access with a keycard...given that you had the permissions to. Those were more private parts of the club while the main stage was housed in the pirate ship. If any of you shifters ever get to go there, I recommend you try the Monterran Sunset and the Neptune's Swill. Both drinks are a favorite of mine. ❤️

🌈 Favorite Places! 🌈

▪︎ Yunan Sect: It's a place inside my Summer-themed DR (Called Seven Blessings Mountain) where I am being trained by Taoist Sages to learn how to use energy, meditation practices, and harmonizing with nature to unlock my inner immortality. Also a lot of martial combat. It has some crossover themes with Royal Academy but this place served, originally, as a space to talk to my spirit's inner guides and ascended masters. Which happen to be Taoist in philosophy and nature. Yunan Sect is a training community housed in the thick bamboo jungles of a mountain with a lake on top of it and hidden within mist and clouds. The buildings are built on platforms on top of the water and lotuses are always in bloom there. At night, you can see so many stars just...so clearly. Also there are dragons & sacred beasts roaming around. Currently I am training with my Big Dipper Demon Be Gone Fuck Off jade sword to defeat a bad spirit who lives on the mountain as my 1st test of strength. Also one of the students there doesn't like me because he thinks my sword strokes are unrefined and I sing while I meditate instead of being perfectly still like him. 🙄

Edelnatch: Ever seen the movie Halloween Town? Or the show Over The Garden Wall? Imagine you smashed those two shows together and added in a lot of pumpkin spice and spookiness. This is the town of Edelnatch. It is positioned in an eternally autumn forest with giant mushrooms on the banks of a rushing river. The town houses MANY mysteries and has a sort of Hilda (another good show) theme to it in that my job is being the town's Spirit Tender. I make sure that the spirits of the Autumn forest are happy so the town of Edelnatch can thrive and be at peace. Currently it is not at peace and my task is to locate a giant angry Oak tree who one of the town's clan pissed off. Because someone (not naming names it was the Boar Clan) was a cheapskate with their offerings most likely. The writing here is in a language that's like...old high German. I am constantly having to look up stuff online in my CR to translate a word I saw or heard someone say in it.

#shiftblr #shifting realities #reality shifting #shifting #desired reality #reality shift #shifting community #shifters #shifting blog #shifting diary #shifting stories #shifting reality #shifter #shifting antis dni #reality shifter

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the-s1lly-corner · 2 months

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Prompts 7, 8 and 9 with Jason

Oh yeah I'll definitely make something to eat after this

Genuinely idk what to put in the notes of these posts anymore since I'm writing these for the queue so a lot of stuff that's like. About events and what imma do are likely gonna be irrelevant by the time the post gets out SOBS

Anyways unrequited love and drunken confession can be seen as connected, mutual pining can be seen as its own stand alone thing! Had a cool idea to link up prompts!!

UNREQUITED LOVE

I am a sucker for childhood friends turning into lovers... however imagine if Jason always had a crush on you but because of everything that happened you two never got together. As far as you know hes likely dead and he has no idea what you're doing in your life. Even if you never return to camp hes always going to be thinking about you. Theres this.. hollow feeling pit in his chest when he remembers you. Are you still out there? Did you ever find someone else? Are you thriving? It.. hurts.. and if he didnt feel the obligation to protect his and his mothers burial site he would feel inclined to try to seek you out.. but what then? How would he find you, and more importantly would you want him in your life?

MUTUAL PINING

Jason tries hard to be flattering to you. Whether it be trying to be the perfect gentleman to you by doing everything you need him to do when you ask, as well as protecting you and offering his entire self to you.. hes going to be trying his best! Sure sometimes he might he stubborn with his stances on things or he might be clueless but he does try to treat you as best as he can! Hes very bashful and shy when you show the same feelings, wanting to do the best for him in return.. he tries to insist that you dont need to do anything and hes fine with doing the heavy lifting.. though.. it does feel nice to be wanted for once.. it's a guilty pleasure, at least to him that's how he views it. In a world where everyone but his mother made him feel like he didnt deserve anything nice, its.. hard for him to just accept hat you're willing to give him all the love you can offer

DRUNKEN CONFESSION

You go out to camp crystal lake and get drunk. Really the fact you didn't get murdered by the man is shocking. Maybe it's because he recognized you as a childhood friend before everything got bad, and how you were wailing out about how you heard the rumors that he was still alive.. or something else. If you were anyone else he would put an end to your drunken sobs as you poured your feelings and grief out, more or less spilling your metaphorical guts out onto the dock as you nursed a bottle of booze. It doesn't feel right for him to come and comfort you.. but just know that your confession didnt go unheard, leaving a very conflicted and confused forest killer

#jason vorhees x reader #jason vorhees imagine #jason voorhees x reader #jason x reader #jason voorhees imagine #slashers x reader #slasher imagine #slasher x reader

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master-of-blogging · 26 days

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Dragons Rising season 2 Spoilers under the cut!!!!!! Be warned!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I haven't been this excited about Ninjago in FOREVER.

The writing in season 1 was already great but this season really stepped it up even more!!!

Dont get me wrong, I LOVE Ninjago and I have for years, but this season really has me looking back like

It probably helps that I just finished a rewatch of the whole show and watching Crystallized and Dragons Rising back to back really highlights how much of an improvement we've gotten.

Ahem. Spoilers!

I feel like everyone got a chance to shine in this half of the season. Between last season and this one I FINALLY started caring about Kai again (I love him....he just hasn't been given much to do in ages). His and Wyldfyre's dynamic is adorable and wonderful and I need him to get out of the Netherworld AS SOON AS POSSIBLE (but not before he and Bonzle become besties).

Favorite parts of the season rapid-fire:

-ZANE CALLING COLE ADORABLE AND COLE SAYING HE'S ALWAYS ADORABLE HECK YEAH COLE YOU ARE🥰🥰🥰(he's been my number one for years)

-speaking of Cole! He and Geo are as close to canon as we're probably getting and while I am a lavashipper at heart, those two are so cute.

-Lloyd facing the consequences of his actions! (And there BEING consequences) and straight up saying that he has panic attacks because of his visions. I am such a sucker for Lloyd Angst and this season was full of it.

-NYA my girlfriend my fiancée my wife WOMAN THAT YOU ARE helping Kai achieve Rising Dragon and helping Lloyd with his vision trauma. Ninjago give her even more to do in Part 2 I'm not asking.

-Jay was there for 30 seconds and they missed him again!!!! I hope he gets a bigger role in Part 2. I really liked the crumbs they dropped though...he knows he doesn't belong where he is, he knows he has powers, he is scared to let anyone know.....excellent I just need MORE.

-I am So Worried about Arin but in a good way. Obviously in Part 2 he will find out about Sora using her powers to fake his object Spinjitzu and that will cause a rift in their friendship AND feed into his feelings of inadequacy AND I LOVE IT you can't have a Ninjago character without heaping piles of trauma and angst being piled onto them by the writers

-every time Kai acted like a dad is perfect. Every single time. I'm pretty sure he's like 30 now and it's about time he got a new kid to mentor (Lloyd's all grown up😭)

-Why is Cinder kinda fine??? I was not prepared for his English voice actor😭😭😭😭

-Cinder and Jordana's rivalry was hilarious and petty 10/10 no notes

I PROBABLY HAVE MORE THOUGHTS BUT IM BARELY COHERENT RN!!!!!!!!!

#dragons rising spoilers #ninjago dragons rising #Dr spoilers #ninjago spoilers #ninjago dr spoilers #Dr season 2 spoilers #Dragons rising season 2 spoilers #ninjago #Dr s2 spoilers #I think I used all the spoilers tags!

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