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apuckishwit · 1 year

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"Sorry! I only speak English."

Steddie

"Sorry! I only speak English." Eddie offers what he hopes is an appropriately apologetic smile, holding his city map a little higher and offering it to the thoroughly unimpressed-looking cashier in the little shop he'd ducked into. "Train station?" he asks, racking his brain for any of the helpful phrases Gareth had tried drilling into him before the guys let him go wandering alone. "See-voo-play? Train? Uh, ho-hotel de...uh, fuck, Grand Vista Hotel?"

If he can get back to the rail station, he knows he'll be able to make it back to the hotel. The cashier tilts her head, now looking a little insulted as well as unimpressed and FUCK. It had seemed like such a romantic idea, exploring the French countryside by himself for a couple days before the show. He's been working on a few ballads for their next album...looking for ways to keep their sound fresh, keep their fans on their toes...and this had seemed like the perfect opportunity to get some inspiration. Quiet his head a little, get into a writing mood.

Only now he is lost as shit in this quaint city where there are hardly any signs in English and everybody seems to only speak French and he's supposed to be back in Paris TONIGHT and he has no idea how to fucking get there. And like, yes, he's very aware that he's living up to some very bad American stereotypes right now, but Gareth will actually kill him if he fucks this opportunity up for them (they're in motherfucking PARIS, opening for a motherfucking HUGE music festival...this is big for them) and he's frustrated enough that he thinks he might actually start crying and what is he going to DO???

"Hey man, you need some help?"

He is so startled by the thoroughly American voice behind him that he whips around, fast enough that he dislodges the baseball cap he's tucked his hair up into. He barely catches it before it goes flying, dropping his map in the process.

"Shit, sorry, let me..." The stranger shifts his basket of charmingly-wrapped cheese and wine bottles to his other arm and crouches down, gathering up the map. He looks up at Eddie as he holds it out to him and all Eddie can think is that there is a great deal he would give up in the world if he could have this vision on his knees in front of him every night.

The guy is fucking beautiful. Eddie can feel song lyrics bubbling up inside of him--an ode to those perfect lips, that creamy, mole-dotted skin, the way his jeans stretch enticingly over the muscles of his thighs as he stands, still holding the map out. Eddie's staring, but he can't help it. He takes the map in a daze. The guy cocks an eyebrow.

"Didn't mean to scare you, you just sounded like you needed help." He turns towards the cashier with a bright, charming smile, placing his purchases on the counter and starts speaking with her in what sounds like damn near perfect French. Eddie swallows hard at the lilting, beautiful language in that voice. Fuck. He guesses he has a language kink now. Who knew?

"Um, I do! Need help, that is," he blurts after the stranger has completed his transaction, whipping out a black AmEx card like it's nothing. "I need to get back to Paris tonight, but I'm, um, I'm lost as fuck." He laughs a little, rubbing the back of his neck and ruffling his now loose curls. His breath catches when the stranger follows the movement, a slight gleam of what Eddie VERY much hopes is interest lighting those honey brown eyes. Fuck, forget the French countryside--Eddie's got a goddamn MUSE standing right in front of him.

The guy smiles, just as charming, just as friendly, but is there a little bit of flirtatiousness in there as well? "Well, it just so happens my friend and I are heading into the city tonight for some music festival she's been dying to go to since, like, before we met. I'd be happy to make sure you get back."

Heaven really is smiling on Eddie today.

"Oh? I'd be...grateful," he says, taking a risk and laying on some innuendo. Wants to fist pump when the smile widens. That is definitely interest in those eyes now. The guy sticks his hand out.

"Steve," he says, his grip firm and sure when Eddie takes his hand to shake.

"Eddie," he says, and God, wandering around the French countryside by himself is the BEST idea he's ever had.

"If you are not going to buy anything else, please step away from the counter," the cashier huffs. In perfect English.

#Steddie #stranger things #my wriitng #Fic prompt

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heerocks · 11 months

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CURIOUS CAT - it's about time

SYNOPSIS! Curious Cat is an app that peaked three years ago where people use it to flirt with their crush anonymously and then suddenly forgot about it.

or wherein, Y/N was devastated when her crush, Lee Heeseung indirectly rejecting her in high school. Three years later, both of them have this unknown beef between them that even their friends don't know the real reason behind. One day, Y/N suddenly remembered and opened her C.C. account, and saw that someone by the name 'Ethan' confessed to her three years ago.

The door towards the library swung open, and Lee Heeseung, who was now sitting at the empty table at the corner not far from the said entrance, can't help but raise his head to look at the new visitor. Well, from the moment he took a seat, he would unconsciously look up every time he heard the screech that the glass door would make hoping it was you that finally came.

Life might be playing with him. Only three minutes have passed since he settles in and waits but Heeseung was sure there are more than ten people coming inside and every time they did open the door, he'll look up. An obvious action telling him that he can't wait to see you.

Heeseung unknowingly smiled at the thought, and before he knew it, the familiar screech was heard again.

He nonchalantly looked up, ready to accept that it was just another random person but then your presence invade his vision, and that obviously caused him to smile. You smiled back at him, waving your occupied hands that held two bottles of juices while the other one gently carried the familiar small paper bag while walking towards him.

"I'm sorry, Am I late?" You ask, putting your belongings down and finally sitting.

"No, I just got here... don't worry."

You hummed silently setting up your laptop and other things, "Oh, here. I fetch some juice on my way here. I know you said the food has been covered but it's good that we have extra."

Heeseung took the beverage gently from your hand but in the process, his brushed against yours albeit jiffy and you swear on Sunoo's mint choco ice cream that there's an electricity that flows inside your veins.

Sparks? There's no way they're real.

Fortunately, you managed to poise yourself by chuckling although it came out awkward.

"I see that you're not with your friends today"

"They're... uhh, busy... fortunately." Why am I getting anxious though? Still thinking about the flicker that you felt with or from Heeseung, your hands can't help but nervously rummage through your things hoping the man in front wouldn't notice that you're on edge.

Unluckily for you, Heeseung did.

How can he not? He always has his eyes on you. His friends noticed it, even people he doesn't know surely did, everyone notices it but you. Heeseung should be worried about your frame gradually shrinking from tense... (figuratively) but he can't. Not when he knew you were affected by him. It's cute.

Heeseung tried to hide his smile even though you can't really see it. He moved slowly while still keeping his eye on you, bringing both of his elbows on top of the table causing him to propped up before scooting closer to you.

"Fortunately? And why is that?" He asks whispering the question. And it might be an innocent little action because obviously, you two are inside the library and people should observe how loud their voice can be but the said stunt surprisingly made you shiver which kind of contradicts how hot your face suddenly felt even though the centralized air conditioner made the whole room freeze.

You laughed, "Do you think it's kind of hot in here?" Heeseung chuckled silently watching as you took your cardigan off and began to fan yourself with your hand.

"I don't know, I am cold..." He replied shrugging his shoulder to point to the jacket he was wearing, "Well, are you?"

Now, Heeseung can't hide his smile or rather he doesn't even try to hide his smile. And, then you get it.

This little shit. Doing innocent things just to rail you up. Why did it escape your thoughts that Heeseung doing 'innocent' things is not really an innocent thing?

You clicked your tongue, "Stop."

"What?"

"Doing that"

"Doing what?"

"Stop smirking!" You frustratingly yelled and automatically someone shushed you from the other table. The nerve this Lee Heeseung has. You apologetically said sorry before turning back to the perpetrator.

"Stop teasing me or else! You're like my friends sometimes, I swear. So annoying"

Heeseung silently chuckled, burying his smile and finally raising both of his arms as a sign that he was giving up. You looked at him for some time, ensuring he wouldn't do anything. And heeseung did that childish zipping mouth as an assurance that made you laugh.

"Oh, wait. I want to show you something!!!" You excitedly whispered. And the man you're with can't believe the sudden 180 change in your behavior, he finds it cute as always though. He's down bad, guys.

You grabbed the small paper bag and then gently opened it. Your hands then seized something inside pulling it to show to him.

"I came to fetch something on my locker this morning before coming here and this was already there. It was carefully tied on the doors and when I opened it... I saw the cutest thing ever!" Heeseung smiled at your excitement. Eyes sparkling as you coo-ed at the origami bouquet that he did.

"It's cute right?"

He pretended to be in doubt, looking at the flower and then back at you. "It is... but it's quite clumsy made, isn't it?" Shame on him. Why is he sabotaging himself? Maybe he just wanted to fish more of your compliment. Maybe, he is. What about it though

You dramatically gasped as if you got offended, "What are you saying? It's the most prettiest thing I've ever seen" Bingo. "It's the thoughts that count. It's the effort, you hear me? I bet this took hours to make."

Again, he can't control his smile. "You like it that much?"

"I love it so much" You replied with no hesitation. "It's so cute. I think I'm in love with them now."

That's his cue. As of now, Heeseung cannot be reached. He was far up high, floating on cloud 9 just from your words alone.

Seeing you treasure the paper bouquet that he did, made him feel queasy. You are right, it took him hours especially because it's the first time he did try to make one.

After Sunoo gave him his blessing. Heeseung spends the rest of the day thinking of a plan to make a move. Maybe it was no coincidence that he was slammed in the head with the origami book his brother had when it fell. He think he was unlucky but looking at it now, the book just made him the happiest man on earth.

Heeseung had doubts. He didn't know what he wanted to do regarding his feelings. Will he just suck it up and be content with whatever he had with you now, or will he take a risk to step his foot forward and closer to you? After seeing your reaction to what he thinks is the most simple thing he can offer, Heeseung now knew the answer.

"You're worth the risk..." He whispered looking at you.

"Hmm? Did you say something?" Heeseung smiled shaking his head.

It's about time for him to realize.

They're right, It's time to confess...

chapter 42 — It's about time

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GENRE! smau + written, on crack, slow burn, mutual pinning or past pinning, university au, kinda enemies to lovers troupe, heeseung is a simp, reader is kinda dumb, friends bullying friends

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teecupangel · 1 year

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Hi, I don't know if you know call of duty : modern warfare 1 and 2 but this been brainrotting me cos just imagine Desmond ending up enlisted in the millitary by some weird chance (like an undercovered mission after surviving from the Temple) and gets promoted really quick and somehow got to be got selected to be in task force 141 (they're SAS) and Desmond is like how the fuck I got selected? And everyone is like newbies doesn't take down very muscular soldiers four times their size easily and can walk silently on their feet. I also see him like some hot twink in the millitary because of Ezio charisma from his bleeds or maybe in an intimidating mysterious character because of the scar. I hope I didn't annoy you with this and btw I love your assassin's creed Ao3 works and would reread Yew Branches series and The White Aster of Masyaf 🥰❤

Hi nonny!

(Thank you! I'm so happy that the Yew Branches series and the White Aster of Masyaf so good that you would reread them and I would never be annoyed. I love getting asks of any kind and asks that makes me write plot are so fun to do ^w^)

So... My father and I play the campaign modes of all the COD games I can get my hands on for cheap XD (I have a soft spot for Advanced Warfare because the controls reminds me of Titantall 2 which is my favorite fps... next to Metro Last Light)

Unfortunately, this means that I haven’t played the reboot MW yet as I’m still waiting for them to go really cheap. :(

The OG MW Trilogy is my favorite COD campaign story though and I’ve seen some scenes so I have a vague idea of the plot of the reboot.

Anyway, let’s talk about how we can make this COD:MW x AC crossover work!

Of course, it will be set in Modern Day but that includes having all those advanced securities and other techs. Not to mention that military-grade tech is usually years ahead of the tech available to the public so it would be very risky for Desmond to falsify his records even if this was a joint Assassin-Erudito mission. Not just because of the army itself but also because Abstergo has got to have an ally or a plant there somewhere.

There is also that little thing with Abstergo posting his photos everywhere and going “have you seen this man?” but we’ll get back to that later.

I did briefly consider the idea of making this about Desmond joining the US army instead of becoming a bartender (maybe even going by the name 'Johnson' hmmmm?) but that wouldn't work since all those medical checkups would have flagged him immediately.

However…

A lot of military personnel having missions on foreign soil usually have a translator with them. Not only that, these translators are usually locals and, depending on the urgency and priority of the mission, background checks of translators could be spotty at times.

Enter Desmond using the fake id of one Eddie Richtofen (who is voiced by Nolan North in COD).

Now, in this setup, the mission has to be somewhere his Bleeds could help. This means a mission that needs a translator fluent in Italian, Arabic, or French. He’ll join as a translator for a ‘run in the mill’ job being conducted by the US Army, specifically by the US Army Rangers, 1st Battalion, 75th Regiment, Hunter 2-1 with Sergeant Foley and Private Ramirez.

They’re a special task force but this was meant to be one of the easy ones. Just a search and retrieve operation. Unfortunately, intel is too barebone so they have Desmond act as their translator when they need to talk to locals. Desmond was just there to confirm if there have been local Templar activities in the area and tagged along to make it easier to do recon.

Shit goes straight to the fan almost immediately because Desmond realizes all the locals they’re talking to are red. He and Ramirez have a kind of budding friendship going on because Desmond feels a kindred spirit for the quiet Ramirez who keeps getting ordered to do shit so he talks to Ramirez about it. Not about the Eagle Vision itself but about how something is just off with these locals. Something’s not right and all Desmond has is his guts.

Ramirez believes him because Desmond hasn’t lied to them and he gets Foley and the rest to be cautious.

That saves them when they get ambushed and the locals turn out to be an extremist group.

Things turned into a fucking shitstorm when the target they were sent to retrieve turns out to be a POE that is now hooked into this metal chamber and is emitting off the chart energy reading.

They have to retreat without retrieving the target because the extremists got reinforcement and Ramirez and Desmond get caught in a blast that sends them flying. Just as five men are about to shoot them, all five men dropped to the ground.

Desmond tries to get up but stops because he’s pretty sure he just broke a rib (or three) and sees three men quickly getting to their position. One of them knelt just ahead of them, semiautomatic aimed in front of them while the other two knelt next to Desmond and Ramirez.

The man next to Desmond wearing a tactical vest over a short sleeved black shirt informed calmly into the small radio strapped to his vest, “Bravo 7-1 to Bravo 0-6. We found two of the Americans.”

“Good work, Soap. Bring them in.”

“Roger that.”

And that’s when Desmond blacks out.

When Desmond wakes up, he’s now on a military base and he and Ramirez get debriefed about what just happened.

Long story short, Task Force 141 received more information about the POE (codename ‘Soma’) and they believe it’s being transported to Makarov who is their main target.

They still have no idea what ‘Soma’ is meant to do but those energy readings they had retrieved from Ramirez had given them an idea that it could be used to power something.

Or, worse, be used to cause a country-ending explosion.

Whatever Soma is meant to do, they must find it and intercept it before it could get to Makarov.

Of course, because there were American casualties, this has now become a joint mission between the US Army and SAS.

Taskforce 141 will be leading the operations and Ramirez gets drafted to join them as part of the whole ‘joint mission’ thing. Desmond gets roped in because they saw how he managed to take out many of the extremists with freaking knife throws and how everyone had a hard time seeing him as he stealth his way to taking out the extremists.

Of course, Desmond’s whole situation as part of the mission is iffy even when they received orders to take him in from the higher ups but someone Captain Price trusts vouches for him.

Captain MacMillan who may or may not be an Assassin who knows Bill Miles or may just be an ally of the Assassins. All Desmond knows is that MacMillan vouched for him with a “He’s my friend’s estranged son. Good man, terrible father. Kid went world-hopping to get away from his bastard of a father when he was sixteen.”

Not only that, this whole joint mission was scrambled together in a hurry and it was not helped by the fact that they need to find and retrieve Soma before it reaches Makarov so the Assassins were able to cobble together Desmond’s cover story and they had helped from the higher-ups in the US to make it all legit.

So Desmond Miles is now a military kid with a retired father who have all his missions classified. He’s now using his real name because the Assassins weren’t exactly that smart and they were on a time crunch too.

His world-hopping turned to him joining a secret task force (which may or may not have been implied to be the CIA) and the whole ‘terrorist thing’ was a way to get him some ‘street-cred’ so he could go undercover and infiltrate a secret terrorist group.

“Wait, if you were undercover since 2012, why are you now pretending to be a translator?” Soap asked with a slight frown.

“Mission was done.” Desmond shrugged, “Got a new mission. My handlers told me this translator job would be a good way to ease me back into the field.”

“And now you’re part of a joint task force under stressful time pressure. Wow, mate. Your luck sucks.”

“Yeah… it’s like the world hates me.”

Unorganized Notes:

Soap, Ramirez, and Desmond are usually called the three stooges and they get roped into doing tasks together a lot during missions.

Desmond’s Haytham Bleed once slips and he starts speaking in his posh British accent when he gets into an argument with a member of Shadow Company, after that Gaz starts teasing him and calling him ‘milord’ much to his chagrin.

141 starts making bets on what is Desmond’s actual nationality. Haytham’s Bleed has Gaz firmly believe that Desmond is from old money (like all boys boarding school trust fund baby type) and is a British pretending to be an American. Soap thinks he’s European, probably Italian or French. Ghost didn’t want to join in but Soap is persistent so fuck it. He picks Middle Eastern because he once heard Desmond speak Arabic and Ghost just knows that accent is Syrian. (“How do you know his accent is Syrian?” “I just know.” “That’s not an answer, LT.”)

They meet up with Alejandro and Rudy later on because they believe Soma is traveling to Mexico and all of 141 loses it when they learn Desmond speaks Spanish (thanks to Ezio traveling to Spain for a bit)

Because of Desmond’s secretive past, his ability to turn anything into a weapon (even a freaking spoon), being a polygot, being very quick on his feet but staying quiet even when he’s holding a grenade launcher of all things, everyone is pretty sure he’s CIA.

Desmond’s unofficial nickname is ‘Spooks’ because they believe he’s CIA and he has a habit of making people jump whenever he’s suddenly next to them and they didn’t even hear him.

I don’t like how they made Shepherd into a typical corrupt military commander in the reboot so we’re sticking with OG Shepherd’s personality in this idea…………… this does mean that he has a more drastic plan for the future though

Speaking of Shepherd, Shepherd is an Assassin in this one. To be more precise, he’s the Bellec type of Assassin.

Captain Price has an idea of what the Assassins and Templars are but he’s not fully in the know. However, he does know Berg because he once had a mission with him back when Berg was part of the Finnish Special Forces (and Berg’s name was part of the shortlist for 141 members, he was removed when Price learned of his Abstergo affiliations)

Speaking of: Kate Laswell has been secretly looking into Abstergo but she’s been hitting brick walls and she’s sure it’s because someone in Abstergo is on to her. Since she’s CIA, she doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty and she’s been secretly colluding with Erudito to gain more intel on Abstergo. She doesn’t know about the Assassins yet but she’s sure that this little favor of helping Desmond be a CIA operative (with possible deniability of course) means that Desmond is part of Erudito and that Soma is connected to Abstergo.

Both Kate and Shepherd prepared different backstories for Desmond and both of them didn’t know about the other’s plans until Desmond was already noted to be a military kid turned CIA operative with missions filled with so many black lines it would have been easier to just leave full black papers on his files instead. That was… an awkward conversation to have.

Desmond is on his own because it's too risky to stay in contact with Shaun and Rebecca. However, Shaun and Rebecca leave messages that Desmond could only find if he uses his Eagle Vision in the army bases they're sure Desmond would stop by (thanks to Kate's intel). One of them leads to a box that has Desmond's hidden blade.

Captain Price may or may not have Eagle Vision. Desmond isn't sure yet.

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oneatlatime · 10 months

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The Fortuneteller

(A title which I am itching to divide into three words instead of two because boy does 'Fortuneteller' look stupid - seriously, stare at it for a bit and see how fast it starts looking like Fortun Eteller)

The last couple of episodes have had a contemplative character, so I'm rooting for this one to be a silly one. Also more Sokka please. Poor guy gets demoted to one liners in the B-plot whenever Aang is the main focus.

Episode Time!

We start this episode off with a potential love interest for Sokka.

I had completely forgotten that Katara used to have a necklace. I'd also completely forgotten that she'd lost it. When did she lose it?

Aang-o-vision has a pretty heavy rose-tinted filter - literally.

Told you it was a love interest.

The NOISE Sokka makes when the fish slaps him! I love it. Hang on I'm going to rewind and listen to it again.

Yep. Still as good the second time.

Oh wow! Aang just got Momo-zoned. Gotta say I'm not a fan of a romantic relationship between Aang and Katara at this point, so I'm all for some Momo-zonage.

Platypus bear! Finally some hybrid animals. I was beginning to wonder if that would ever come back.

Is this guy a martial arts master or an idiot?

I'm leaning towards idiot.

Friendly reminder of Appa's size. That's a lot of molars. No canines or incisors? Guess he's an obligate herbivore.

Is sniffing eggs something that people do? I get sniffing melons or other produce, but eggs?

Yep. Floppy hat guy is an idiot.

Aang buddy you might want to get that checked out.

And with a mighty squelch, the egg fulfills this episode's Beat Up Sokka quota.

Appa shakes!

Those are weird ducks.

I don't know a thing about anime, but that's the most anime-looking guy I've seen in this show. Is this show an anime?

Meng-o-vision is red-tinted. Probably doesn't bode well.

Also, Meng could give Zuko some lessons on how to style Pipi longstocking hair. Someone with more photoshop skills than me needs to make a Zuko with Meng hair.

"Don't be modest, they're huge!" Presented without comment. I'm not going to say a thing. But we all thought it.

Katara is totally the kind of girl who would fall for fortune telling. We've seen (multiple times) that she is gullible. Actually, now that I think about it, we've had multiple episodes where Katara gets swept up in something a healthy dose of skepticism would have guarded her from - Jet and The Great Divide come to mind. The writers are really hammering the 'Katara is susceptible to romantic nonsense and Sokka is a science-minded skeptic' message home. Is this going to play some bigger part in the show going forward? Why else would we be on version number (arguably) 3 of this same plot?

Aang and Sokka took off their shoes, but Katara didn't. Huh.

Pinky out. Classy.

I am not digging the Aang x Katara stuff in this episode. I'm with Sokka on this one - let's pretend it was a stellar bathroom break.

Aunt Wu is being unnecessarily antagonistic to Sokka. First he gets an egg on his head, then Momo steals his bean puffs, now Aunt Wu tells him his life's going to suck. I should have been more specific when I hoped for a Sokka episode. I didn't mean a beat up Sokka episode.

Aang. Priorities honey. Honestly, Aang casually dismissing his destiny after all that build up did get a laugh out of me.

A god-like figure coming to have his fortune read and only wanting to know about his love life would give me a headache too.

Add malicious signage to the Beating Up Sokka list.

"The fluffy bunny cloud forecasts doom and destruction." I bet that's the first time that sentence has appeared in the English language.

These people are stupid. Blazing Saddles style 'common clay of the New West' stupid. It would take, what, a day? to run a visual check on the volcano. But nope. Too much work. Listen to me I'm morphing into Sokka.

Katara giving off some serious fangirl vibes.

Katara is officially addicted to fortune telling.

Live footage of me watching these village idiots.

Add duck to the list of Things Which Assault Sokka. Gotta love those duck noises though.

Sokka is getting dangerously close to advising negging here. Also Meng deserves better. Her poor pigtails droop in disappointment. Girl has sentient hair - she deserves better.

Papaya? When you don't like papaya? Just because some old lady said so? Too far. That's not even teenage nonsense; that's tweenage nonsense. I kind of feel like sending Katara to her room. Actually it's just like that one line Log Man said in the Jet episode. Something like 'He tells us what to do and how to think and things all turn out right.' Outsourcing your decision-making. Which, by the way, is both nonsense and cult-like. Then again, the lost boys freedom fighters pretty much worshipped Jet the way this village worships Aunt Wu, so... parallels?

So if this guy got the panda lily himself, doesn't that mean that he recently went up the mountain? Couldn't he have had a peak inside while he was up there? Would have taken an extra 20 seconds.

"Flowers are fine once you're married" Somebody get this boy to Victorian times. If he ever sees an ankle he'll self-combust.

You have a flying bison. Why don't you fly up instead of climb?

This is totally live action fire copy-pasted in to the animation. There has got to be a more technical term for that than copy-pasted.

Raise your hand if you saw the twist with the volcano coming. (I did I swear. Blue spirit was an outlier).

Forget Appa, why didn't Aang just fly up?

"They just won't listen to reason." "But they will listen to Aunt Wu." So the mountain comes to Mohammed. I guess talking to people in a way they understand / will listen to is a good lesson for an avatar to learn. I thought he'd learned that one in The Great Divide though. Either way this episode is getting increasingly frustrating.

Can Meng get a hug? She seems astonishingly self-aware and emotionally mature for a kid. Also way too smart for this podunk town. I may rescind the hug in light of the stalking.

Well, it's not exactly subtle, but at least volcanic doom isn't a fluffy bunny.

Look at those yummy purples. Finally an episode where it's light enough to have a beautiful sky. My collection of wallpapers was suffering.

Digging a lava trench might work, if the volcano is going to put out a gallon or two of lava. This must be a baby volcano.

Nevermind.

The ashes effect feels oddly 3-D.

I guess to an avatar this kind of challenge is small potatoes.

Totally ignoring the Aang x Katara stuff for a minute, I'm with Sokka on this one too, because I also had forgotten that Aang is a superbender. He didn't even need to go glowy.

If I lived in this village that redesign would absolutely give me nightmares. Are those mega claws of doom structurally sound?

I am going to punch this man.

Aunt Wu's final speech to Aang makes me think that at least she's not indulging in her own product as it were. I suppose a con artist (whose services are free, so, just jerking around a village for shits and giggles?) is better than an actual believer?

MENG!!!

Final Thoughts

This episode has me thinking about stories. Part of the reason Katara wants to believe in nonsense like fortune telling is because she is someone inclined to listen to / believe in stories. I think the opening monologue of the first episode mentioned something about her grandmother's stories. Katara was raised on stories and very much took them to heart as more than just entertainment. And you can't blame her for believing the conceits of stories could be possible in their world, not after the events of episode one dumped the star of those stories in her lap. Just so long as she doesn't confuse a belief in stories with a belief in happy endings. There is a war going on in their world, and judging by the stuff that the show did not shy away from discussing or implying in episodes like The Southern Air Temple and The Storm, I am willing to bet good money that there will be a couple of unhappy endings ahead. Not permanently unhappy; this is a kids' cartoon. But there will probably be setbacks and disappointments.

Would Katara have astrology nonsense in her dating profile?

"The fluffy bunny cloud forecasts doom and destruction" is going to be incorporated into my daily vocabulary.

Platypus + bear are interesting choices for a hybrid animal, since a platypus is about 15 normal animals smashed together anyway. A platypus bear is the swiss army knife of animals. Or the Mr. Potato Head.

At first I thought that Aunt Wu was a benevolent meddler (see putting together the couple with the panda lily), but she also advised that one guy to never bathe, which doesn't benefit anyone in any way that I can see. So I've concluded that she's a Bumi level ("it's pretty fun messing with people") shit-stirrer instead. Her services may be free, but she manages to pay for a very big house, an assistant in Meng, and anime guy the bodyguard(?) so I guess grateful villagers give her donations? However she's doing it, she's got it made.

There was some sort of running theme with those large blue-billed ducks that lived in the village. If that was meant to have more meaning than just a running visual gag, I didn't pick up on it.

Meng had a surprising amount of depth and insight for what (I assume) is a one-episode character. Stalking aside, I liked her.

This episode's humourous look at the stupidity of the village (in fact the science denial of the village) is not as funny as it would have been in a pre-covid denial, pre-antivax, pre-"global warming is a hoax" world. A shallow viewing of this episode is still funny because the villagers are just SO dumb (except Meng), but the more you think about the villagers' actions and the conclusions they reach at the end of the episode (to not change AT ALL - at least the tribes made up in The Great Divide, a similarly idiot-filled episode), the more you morph into Sokka. These people have denied reality so hard that it's frustrating rather than funny to watch. Their head in the sand approach is not cute anymore.

I really wanted to like this episode. Like I said before, I wanted a goofy fun episode after the one-two punch of the last two episodes, but this one rapidly went from goofy to frustrating. I can't tell if it's because I'm not the target audience (i.e. too adult) or if it's because much of the world is currently drowning in various forms of misinformation and science denial. I know this episode isn't supposed to be deep - it's supposed to be setup for Aang & Katara as a (hopefully very distant) couple. That's all. And the message at the end about shaping your own destiny (i.e. taking an active part in your life) is a good message, and thematically relevant to the avatar, who presumably is at least somewhat responsible for shaping the whole world's destiny. But damn if this episode doesn't make my teeth itch.

Pros: Sokka had some great lines. Appa got to shake. There were pretty backgrounds. The noise Sokka made when he got slapped by the fish was a thing of beauty.

Cons: Aang and Katara are not allowed to date until they're 35. I will smack each villager individually upside the head with a science textbook. Meng deserved better.

Maybe I'm just not in the mood for this episode. I'll stick it on the rewatch list just for the Sokka fish noise.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #the fortune teller #it should be THREE words fight me #avatar the last airbender

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Oh, one PL fan who gave me the excuse to info dump, let me share my vision for a Descole-Janet spinoff game/story.

(Spoilers for Azran Legacy below)

The story would take place roughly after Unwound Future. Maybe even during NWOS. Descole has sort of remade himself into a Robin Hood-esque anti-hero targeting people illegally selling or collecting ancient artifacts, some of whom are even dangerous. One day, he hears about the stories' McGuffin is going to go on display as part of a massive event being hosted by some rich bastard. This guy isn't too important to the story past this, but for now let's just call him 'Strater V. Illian.'

Cue Janet. After the events of Diva she's continued her career as a famous singer and was invited by Mr. Illian at the event in question. But in the middle of the performance, the McGuffin is stolen.

But not by Descole.

It turns out, a third party had their eye on the McGuffin and swooped in before Desole had the chance. I sadly don't have a brilliant name or design for them, but they're basically the most over exagerated phantom thief you could imagine. He doesn't even know what the McGuffin's significance is; just that stealing it will give them fame and fortune.

Both Descole and Janice chase after them, but only manage to each get a part of the artifact while the thief makes off with the third. And here in lies how Des and Janice are forced to work together. See, the McGuffin is actually part of a three piece set: two act as a pair of magical (or sufficiently advanced scientific) handcuffs and the last is the key. And guess which part the thief got away with~~~

Yeah, I went the whole 'handcuffed together' plot, but there was no other way I could think of that would get Janice to work with Descole. She would have the cops on his ass if she so much as caught him working in the local Tesco. So, handcuff plot.

It is, thankfully, more forgiving than most. They work out that the 'cuffs' have a pretty long 'chain' of about two miles, so they don't need to be glued to the hip all the time. Because I'm a very nice, forgiving person.

Hah. No, I'm a bastard. The two miles gives them both some false hope, but it quickly turns out to be much tougher to navigate through than if they were actually handcuffed. Yes, they can work apart, but they still need to coordinate where they're going and what they're looking for to avoid accidents which requires much more foresight in my opinion. If they get too far, they start yanking each other around, and for a pair of globe trotters who treat the planet itself like their own backyard that leads to a lot of problems.

They also work out that they can't go the cops even if Des didn't have a criminal record. If they did, their pieces would likely be locked away never to see the light again, and there was no chance of the key being used to free them. Plus, I'm tempted to add a fourth group who are also after the McGuffin. (I'm a little tempted to make it a Targent holdover group led by Bloom, but I don't know what his final fate was beyond getting arrested.)

So, they work together, desperately trying to catch up to the Phantom Thief, mostly trying to work out his targets and elaborate plans in order to head him off and get the key back. Sometimes even keeping him alive when the Targent wannabes get a little trigger happy.

But the real adventure is watching the two not kill themselves. Janice has every right in the world to be mad at Des, and Descole is very Regretscole but makes no effort to ask for forgiveness. So for the first few chapters Janice would investigate by herself while Descole did the same in disguies. Leading to some rather hilarious bits.

But, Janice does eventually learn about Descole, his motivations, his past, his relation to her old professor. And both of his sacrifices back at the Azran Temple. She still doesn't forgive him for ED but it's a very sobering moment to realize that the person you once considered 'soulless' has more soul than most decent people you know.

(And when she learns more about Targent and what happened to Des' family. Suddenly realizing that the man who put you and others through a Squid Game and went on a temper tantrum with a giant mecha was actually the lesser evil you could've dealt with must be terrifying.)

Descole, for his part, gets a pretty fair share of grief from Janice, but having her along actually helps him put his actions into perspective. He's just running from himself and his past at this point. He was already under a mental strain prior to story, but Janice is a physical representation of his actions come back to haunt him. It's slow and under slight duress at first (her confronting him over small things that triggered him and make him act off), but he does trusting her as his assistant. When they start working together for real, he even decides to go out under his true identity.

It doesn't start so well, but it's something.

I will cap off by admitting that I don't think this story would end with the two becoming friends, and Layton would not be making an appearance aside from passing comments. I just think there's too much bad blood between Janice and Descole for the two to develop a good friendship at this point, but mutual respect is attainable. As for Layton, he'd steal the spotlight too easily, and as much as I want to see the Bronev bros reconcile, Des needs to get his shit together first.

That's pretty much all I've got for this idea. Anyone is free to make suggestions.

#professor layton #jean descole #janice quatlane #desmond sycamore #pl janice #pl descole #pl desmond

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isthefnafmovieout · 6 months

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isthefnafmovieout reviews the fnaf movie (SPOILERS)

Pre-movie thoughts (written 10/25):

I get to see it a day early! YAY!

I might have hyped this movie up in my brain a little too much, because I'm SUPER anxious.

The polarizing reviews i was seeing throughout the day were definitely a little nerve wracking! Lots of good and bad reviews, lots of weird contridicting statements. I saw lots of people complaining about the lore being "wrong" or whatever but... Eh. It has already been established that this movie won't have the same lore as the games, so I won't mind any lore changes. They're like the Silver Eyes books, in their own seperate canon but with similarities to the games.

Overall Im keeping my hopes reasonably high. Horror films and video game adaptations tend to get a bad wrap from even the fairest critics. I'm a die-heard fnaf fan, have been for all 9 years of its existence. If Dawko loves it then I will love it I think 🫡

Okay, now with that out of the way...

Spoiler free review, posted on my letterboxd:

Post-movie thoughts (written 10/26):

The way they incorporated Mike's dream sequences into the narrative was really interesting, how he tries to use his dreams to find out who took his brother. He and Abby were really sweet :) I like how their relationship drives the plot along, with how they befriend Abby but only as a front because they want her to "be like them," and how Mike is caught up in the past and realizes that he needs to focus on protecting Abby, not bringing his brother back. Its surprisingly emotional, i really resonated with their story. Josh Hutcherson and Piper Rubio both did well!

It's basically everything I expected, and I liked it! I think it's story was good, with its focus on childhood innocence.

Vanessa is great too! Different from her game counterpart, but thats okay! And the twist that she's actually William aftons daughter? Holy shit I gasped like I was watching a soap. Thats so interesting!! I loved how she just FELT suspicious. I know it's very different from the game lore, but I expected the movie to be, and I liked what they did! I got chills when Vanessa showed the picture of her and William to Mike and you could see her holding the plane that Mike's brother used to have.... my dad thought that was the creepiest part. Speaking of william btw...

Matthew Lillard, man. wow. What a great William Afton. They do some subtle implications that hes William in the beginning and if i didnt know it was him already i would've been surprised. He hams it up like he did with Stu Macher and it's great! I wish he was in it a little more, and they expanded a little more on Williams character through Vanessa, but yeah, he was good! I hope to see more of him in any sequels!

I wish the animatronics showed up a little more, thats probably my biggest critique or whatever. But they are so well made and cute. I liked how they befriended Abby, and that they rlly honed in on the animatronics being possessed by kids and that their violence is from William Aftons influence. I wish they went more into depth about how William influenced them though, and why it's all the pictures drawn of what happened that control their vision of what happened. What we did get from them though was so cool! Jim Henson did so well with these guys, they're so cute yet can be so scary.

The kills were pretty tame on the surface, as I expected, but some of the implications were quite disturbing to a point where it didn't rlly take away from it for me. Especially Max's, it gave me a "Ada in the laser room in the re4 seperate ways remake" vibes. Same with the security guards death to the faz-trap in the beginning.

There were some pacing issues, theyve definitely cut some things i wouldve liked to see, there was some goofiness (that fort making scene made me laugh so hard im sorry, it was cute though), and some story elements that needed a touch more expanding upon, but this movie was still really fun! For non-fans, honestly i dont know how they'reresponding as a whole besides those really weird reviews im seeing on rotten tomatoes and such, but I saw it with my dad, who knew very little going into it, and he liked it, especially the story with the missing kids! For fans... well, If you like fnaf, are are willing to forgive some lore changes for the sake of telling a coherent story, then you'll love it!

Also why was Matpat there lol. isthefnafmovieout, out. See you on the flipside.

#fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #fnaf movie review #off topic

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Thoughts on Violet and Carver?

Stellaride?

Cruz and Severide?

I'm not a huge fan of Violet and Carver, but they're growing on me. My heart will forever belong to Hawkami, but I have been open to a new romance with Violet. I mean, I hoped we'd get a non-romance story line for her since god, she's so much more than just her relationships and I wish CF got that, but CF is terrible at getting things like that. And now Gallo is gone, so they - my second faves - are through, I'm not against Carver.

I didn't watch a lot of last season (me and cancer story lines are not friends, especially when my babe Sev is gone) but I did watch the later half of it, and I kinda dug their vibes then but eh, I was still unsure.

And in the premiere, I just felt awkward during their scenes. BUT this episode, this episode I felt something for them. They were cute, and I loved Vi being both awkward and so into him while also being cocky and confident. And I do like Carver. I don't have much attachment to him as a character on his own, but with others, he's a nice balance against them and him and Violet could be cute. I also think they play against each other nicely, which will be needed for when Sylvie goes.

Really, I just think Violet is really pretty and I just need her in relationship so I can see cute/steamy scenes with her... for science, of course.

Now, Stellaride. Stellaride, Stellaride, Stellaride.

My heart adores them. And this most recent episode, ugh I loved them so much. They were being so married, so husband and wife, and I just loved it. It felt like Stellaride - what I fell in love with, what they built over the seasons. Them pushing the beer back and forth, Stella giving Kelly a bit of advice, it was everything.

I do not, however, like the drama that's going to on-going and coming up. Apart from the bathroom scene, the premiere made me so sad. And I don't want this to become a whole thing and I really don't want it to break them apart.

Especially with us losing so many characters, we need the stability of Stellaride. I know the other older house members have stable relationships, but none of which are both on-screen mains, and I just need them to be the reliable married couple.

I think I could end up possibly liking the relationship drama, if all it is is just a rocky bump in their long and happy road, because let's be honest, CF will never not let them have drama and Severide does get tunnel vision when it comes to arson cases. But if it's a means to break them further apart, then I'm not here for it.

Thing is, we won't be able to know until the season is done, which means I'm going to be dragged through the scenes by my anxiety and I'll overall hate the experience because I'm fearful they're breaking apart my darlings and I'd just love it if for once all my ships are happy and together at the same time.

Cruz and Severide. I actually really like this plot line. Because there will be growing pains. (although this is when the six month jump doesn't help, because Sev's been back longer then he's been gone lol. I mean yes, we can infer it's been six months of little instances like that, where Sev dismisses him and to go six months without an apology is a Lot but still). And I'm interested to see where it'll go.

Although I am fearful it's going to lead to Kelly leaving for arson which I won't love.

I think the root of the problem is that Kelly isn't fully happy with squad atm because of arson and also he's feeling a bit insecure in his leadership, as - probably subconsciously - Capp and Tony probably still look to Cruz as some sort of leader, and treat Cruz a little less like one of their own rank and more equal rank to Sev. So he's been extra harsh and nitpicky to Cruz, to gain that control back.

But I will say, Cruz was absolutely in the wrong to go and get that drone. If anything happened, as Sev said, it would've been on Severide's back and at the end of the day, it is just a drone.

But I also think Kelly was unfair in his reaction to Cruz. Kelly himself has been the one who defies his higher ups, and while it is different as he is a LT, it still is a fact. And Kelly is a little bit of a cowboy himself so calling Cruz out, it's a little hollow - especially when you factor in that Sev has probably been extra harsh/dismissive of Cruz these past six months.

So while I think ultimately Kelly was in the right about the drone (although Kelly before would've been in a place to hear Cruz' case for getting the drone and before Cruz would've been the person who still defers to someone else for the last decision whereas for three months he WAS that person making those choices) Cruz is definitely right to feel upset and dismissed by Sev.

This got long! Thank you so much for asking!!!

#ree's meta #chicago fire #stellaride #violet mikami #stella kidd #kelly severide #joe cruz #sam carver #thank you for asking!!!#ree's asks

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tuttifuckinfruttifriday · 3 months

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The end of the rainbow

Pt2

-A bad situation adverted

Pt1 here

Pairings: only the Voorhees family

Warnings: blood, gore?, violence, impersonation(?), me trying to write Lubdan's Irish accent, maybe some bad grammar and writing, usual family fluff at the end...

Here it finally is, @randomly-a-fan :))🖤tried to make it the last part, sorry if it looks a bit rushed

I found the gif on Google

For like half an hour, Malon went on about telling her dad everything she knew about those 'Leprechauns', the creatures whose bucket of golden coins stands at the end of rainbows. The little creatures wearing green hats and buckled shoes; Jason knew who they were, his mother having told him about a lot of mythical creatures when he was younger. He used to be scared of those, but always found them fascinating... What if they were real?? It was too big of a coincidence to just be that, right? With all of the things they'd seen, he knew there was a high possibility that they were true, even if it sounded childish.

At the house, Jason made sure to occupy Malon in the house, getting her to help her mother with her baking.

He went to his shed to dispose of the coins for now, planning on going to the city to see if they're real tomorrow. He took one of the coins out of the pouch, planning on keeping something to occupy himself, then closed the bag again, keeping the lone coin in his pocket. He then put the bag away in his work desk, making sure to lock his shed when he went back out. What could go wrong? It's not like anyone would go look into someone's shed, it's still right behind his house.... Right?

When he went back in, he finished his day with his family, later on tucking his precious girls into bed. He'd managed to make Malon not ask about the coins, having kept her distracted.

Under the faint light of the kitchen, he examined the coin he'd took out, looking it over. He didn't know much about those, but he couldn't help going back to the 'Leprechaun' thing..

'could it be... Magic coins?'

He thought to himself, squinting at it, a part of him telling him how stupid it sounds. As I sat at the table, staring at the coin, he suddenly jumped out of his skin, hearing the sound of one of his traps closing, the one right under the kitchen window-

He didn't care much about the noise as of now as he loudly got up from his chair, hoping that it wasn't a poor animal that got stuck in it. He put the coin back into his pocket, rapidly putting his boots and coat on, snatching his mask for good measure as he unlocked the door and went outside. The sky is dark, but he didn't mind as he was used to it, his vision being pretty good in the darkness. His daughter even teases him about how he's a bit like a cat, which he obviously doesn't mind, finding it quite cute coming from her.

As he rounded the corner, he tilted his head, not seeing anything trapped in the bear trap, only seeing closed. He got closer, aware of evey sounds around him, bending down.

His movement froze when he saw the dark green liquid on the metal, the unmistakable scent of blood filling the air.

'what in the...'

He was sure his brain was playing tricks on him, so he took the metal decide in hands, inspecting it closer.

It immediately clicked to him, confirming what it was, a freaking leprechaun, a real one. What else would have green blood??

He took some time to inspect the woods, and after not finding anything or anyone out of the ordinary, he planned on going back inside.. until he caught sight of his shed, door opened. He tensed and immediately put a hand where he kept his machete, then remembered that he'd left it inside.

He couldn't care less about his usual weapon though, as he knew the coins were in there, so he carefully and silently went to the shed, standing right before the half open door. The lock was snapped off the wall, and it made his heart race a bit, knowing that no normal person could snap it off like that.

Not wanting to risk it, he slammed open the door, fists clenched at his sides.

Dark eyes looked around, not seeing anyone, but seeing clear signs of someone having been in there, his work desk now messy, things thrown on the ground. He saw the drawer he'd put the gold pouch in, now open and empty as he took a step closer.

He closed the drawer back, grabbing a crowbar from beside the door, hoping that he'd find the person that did that, even if it was a damn leprechaun, he certainly wasn't going to push that possibility out now. The lock was snapped off, not picked or broken, literally pulled off, not even unlocked. As he stood still before the shed, chest heaving with deep breaths, eyes roaming the dark woods, he heard the faint sound of steps behind him, making him immediately turn around, crowbar clenched in his large fist. He carefully looked around, until he heard a familiar voice -

"Dad!! Help!!" He tensed up and immediately ran towards Malon's voice, fearing that she got hurt from one of his traps or by someone, heart racing. He couldn't care less about the person that stole the coins, wanting to make sure his girl is okay, not even thinking about the fact that he'd tucked her in earlier.

He was so panicked that he hadn't even watched where he was going as he went over roots and bushes, his foot getting caught in one of his traps, making him fall down with a huff, wind knocked out of him. His foot got stuck in a rope, his body getting halfway held up over the ground. With his fall, the crowbar fell out of his hand, which was pretty unfortunate as he cursed his unusual carelessness, his head head hitting the ground pretty hard on his way down. He almost forgot about why he was so careless for a moment, until he heard the sound of footsteps coming towards him, Malon's voice now closer as he heard a faint but almost mocking

"daddy... Are you okay?" There was a giggle at the end, which made him blink dumbly at the trees before him, until he turned as best as he could towards the sound, masked face being greeted by a sudden... Figure-

It's not Malon, even smaller than her.

His head still rung from the impact of the ground, vision a bit blurry, but he could clearly tell it's not his little girl.

"what's the matter?" The figure laughed, his daughter's voice still coming out of it .

He huffed as he saw the little guy, the latter grinning at his tied up figure, sharp teeth gleaming slightly under the moon light.

"...You've got me last gold coin, I want it -"

He said to him, now in his usual voice, making Jason frown for a moment, not having any idea of what he's talking about for a second, until he remembers, knowing he's got it in his pocket still. He ignores the creature for a second, still dazed and trying to get through the fact that it's a real leprechaun. He was snapped out of it when he remembered his foot is still held up by the rope, body halfway pulled up as he narrowed his eyes at the leprechaun, the latter narrowing his back, seeing that Jason only was waiting to get out of his trap to attack the creature, way smaller than him.

"Wouldn't want anythin' happenin' to Malon, would ya?"

He tensed up, heart pounding against his ribcage, large hands trying to reach up to get himself out of the rope.

The leprechaun laughed at his attempt

"...I can get you out-

If you give me my last gold coin!" He says, his voice sounding stupidly happy. Jason, stubborn, didn't want to be over powered by someone almost half his size, so he didn't give him the coin yet.

He made a movement for the leprechaun to get closer, the latter obvious to the glint in Jason's eyes as he acted as if he'd give it to him like that. Seeing his action, the leprechaun happily bounced towards him, muttering about how he didn't think he'd give in like that, seemingly unaware of the murderer's hand suddenly reaching for him, having wanted to grab at him.

He'd jumped out of the way with a 'tsk', eyes narrowed and grin faltering.

"...try that again and see where that gets ya!" He said, his voice still almost sounding playful.

"Give me me last coin! I know you have it!" He said, holding one of his clawed hands towards Jason, still out of his reach. Jason glared at him, reaching up again and giving himself a good pull, suddenly able to reach the knot of the rope, his body falling down with a loud 'thump'. He rapidly turned back towards the leprechaun, eyes narrowed behind his mask, getting onto his feet, towering over the creature.

He didn't seem fazed, though, eyes narrowed up at him-

"Should I pay a little friendly visit to your family, then?" Jason glared harder seeing red as he went to take a step towards him, only for his body to be frozen in place. His eyes widened as he looked at the leprechaun's hand, seeing it slightly open and outstretched, a meanful(?) grin on his face

"Just give me my GOLD. COIN!" it growled-

Until Jason was finally able to move, menacingly stepping towards the creature, making it take some steps back in a haste. He wasn't at his full strength from not having his last coin, and he was sure to mutter about it, eyes looking up at the masked man before him as he took some steps back.

Before he could say anything again, Jason took him by his suit, raising him up and pushing him against a tree.

By now, you'd imagine Jason absolutely destroying him and killing him as he'd be easy to dismember, but you're actually wrong.

After some seconds of glaring at the creature through his mask, he pulled the coin out of his pocket, putting it in the leprechaun's open palm, his other clawed hand against Jason's wrist. He grinned slightly, dumbfounded, as Jason let him go, the leprechaun falling down on his ass with a loud 'thud'. You could see how confused he is, bit Jason doesn't care as he doesn't have time for this. He turns around with one last glare, walking back into the woods. And so, the leprechaun, all happy but still confused, just went on his merry way

Crisis adverted

It did hurt his ego a bit, bit he didn't care;

All he cared about was to go back to his girls, wanting to make sure they're safe. Tomorrow, he'd make them stay inside, just to be sure. Nevermind the gold, his girls' love was enough

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#randomly a fan #jason voorhees #leprechaun #lubdan

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princeescaluswords · 2 years

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Kill 'Em All, Let Jeff Sort 'Em Out

WARNING: This post contains an enormous amount of sarcasm. A literal reading is not advised.

One of these days, the anti-Scott Steter and Sterek shippers are going to explain to me where they got the idea that we should all despise Scott because he 'defeats the villains and lets them get away with false promises of good behavior.'

They're going to have to get specific about which villain they were talking about.

Was it Derek?

I mean, Scott could have just let the Argents kill him and Peter the way Stiles wanted him to, the ways Stiles begged him to, but he just couldn't let Derek die. Shame on you, Scott, shame on you.

Was it Jackson?

I mean, Scott could have slit Jackson's throat, snicker-snack, when Stiles demanded that they kill him. Or, you know, Stiles could have put on his big boy pants, got one of his father's guns and mowed the shackled Jackson down, but, for some reason, the Stiles that Sterek and Steter stans know would kill to protect those he loves ... didn't.

Was it Gerard?

Well, of course it was Gerard. Beta Scott should have walked up right after the conclusion of the fight at the warehouse, tracked Gerard down and murdered the goo-spewing helpless old man right in front of his soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend and the man's son. I mean, Scott was standing right there, right next to Beta Peter "Only the Responsible Ones" Hale and Alpha Derek "I Can't Let Her Live" Hale. I mean wasn't it terrible that the scene where Scott single-handedly beat Derek and Peter with a rubber hose until they promised not to kill Gerard got cut?

Was it Deucalion?

I mean, we all know that Scott shoved his hand up Derek's ass and used him like a puppet to get Derek to say "My mother told me you were a man of vision once. We're letting you go because we hope you can be that man again." I mean, I wonder how Scott knew what Talia told Derek about Deucalion, but that's beside the point. Scott was an alpha, just like Derek was alpha at the end of Master Plan, so it was Scott's call, even though these anti-Scott Sterek and Steter shippers insist that Derek was never Scott's beta.

Was it the twins?

I mean, they did turn against Deucalion and then fight to save Stiles, though Scott never actually let them into the pack. I guess we needed to see Scott tear them apart personally.

Was it Stiles?

I mean, considering that not even a 800-year-old kitsune could kill the nogitsune in fly form in 1943, maybe it would have been better to be safe than sorry. Scott didn't even know that biting the nogitsune would sever its link from Stiles and that the nogitsune could still use the human, so maybe they're referring to Scott not listening to every adult and refusing to harm his best friend.

Was it Violet?

Knocking her unconscious and handing her over to the FBI might be considered the coward's way out. It's not like we should trust law enforcement to do their job.

Was it Peter?

This is my most favored candidate. I really think that it would have pleased the fans if Scott had executed Peter on the altar to Tezcatlipoca for his crimes. I mean, slowly ripping his heart out and then tearing him in half while his daughter and the rest of the pack watched. That's the type of show these fans want, right?

Was it Donovan?

Wait, that wasn't Scott who killed him, that was Stiles. Stiles, the one who in the minds of these fans hates and despises Scott for not killing his enemies, because, after all, Stiles would all but collapse into a quivering mess of neuroses if he had to do the killing.

Was it Liam?

An eye for an eye is a good rule to follow. You kill the people who come at you so they never come at you again. Scott could have left Liam's body next to Boyd and Erica's so there wouldn't even have to be a funeral.

Was it Sebastien Valet?

NOPE. (see above)

Was it Theo?

Could be. After all, Scott didn't land the killing blow when Kira fulfilled the Skin-walkers' demands and sent Theo to a punishment realm. He just stood there and watched justice be done.

Was it the Wild Hunt?

Possibly. It did move on, probably to terrorize other communities. Though this creates a contradiction, because they always hate it when Scott doesn't listen to any white man in a tri-county area, and Parrish did say "You can't stop it. But you can divert it." It's a toughie.

Was it the Anuk-Ite?

See the Wild Hunt above.

Was it Monroe?

This is where the trump card might lie. Scott should have put stopping the Beast on hold until he finished off Gerard, and Chris Argent should have put a bullet in his brain, because Chris sparing killers and murders (like Derek and Peter and Stiles) got us into the Monroe mess to begin with. Only the Beast is what created Monroe, so should Scott have stopped the Beast first -- who was murdering dozens of people -- or Gerard? I guess that's a tough choice, the type of choice that fandom says Scott doesn't make.

/sarcasm mercifully over

The inane bitching of anti-Scott steter and sterek (and sometimes even thiam) fans is not predicated on any actual White Knight rule of Scott's, but on an attempt to twist the objections that white male characters made to Scott's compassion into reasonable condemnations rather than the self-serving delusions that they were. Sure, Derek shouted at Scott that he didn't get why Scott had to save everyone while Derek was busy trying to kill an innocent girl and getting almost every other teenager who listened to him killed. Sure, Peter sneered that Scott was so incorruptible that he wouldn't kill his enemies even when justified, while working with the monster who burned his family alive. Note these same people who scream that Scott gets other people to do his killing for him, turn around and pretend Peter didn't rely on Malia to kill Kate for him. Sure, Stiles feared that Scott would reject him for the accidental killing of Donovan, but he also feared that every other person whom he loved would reject him as well.

The truth is that the people who jump up and down on Scott taking a stand against killing aren't doing it because they wanted Scott to kill those who opposed him, because that would have meant in addition to Gerard, Deucalion, and the twins, Scott would have had to kill Derek, and Peter, and Liam, and Stiles, and even the Sheriff as well. It's about something else, about the fact that show explored the heroism of a Latino lead protagonist and put a discredited lethal-violence-is-the-solution alternative in the mouths of white antagonists. For some reason, they can't stomach that.

BUT IT'S NOT RACISM.

#scott mccall #stiles stilinski #peter hale #derek hale #deucalion #gerard argent #anti sterek stans #anti peter stans #teen wolf fandom problems #teen wolf fandom racism #scott mccall defense squad

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golbrocklovely · 7 months

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Just saw a video where the boys were with Elton and Corey 7 days ago. They made up which is great and hopefully we get some cool videos etc. But they are claiming it's all rumors online and I could have sworn both parties said that Corey was quitting haunted stuff for music. Plus Elton shading them which he does acknowledge however I don't believe it. It's cool they made up but I think they were all guilty if some stuff. What are your thoughts?

i made a whole post on the video here when it first came out, so you can go check out my full initial thoughts.

as of right now, how do i feel? i still think it's bs that they allowed elton to blame the fans for making him think the way he did and act the way he did. the fans didn't help, especially towards the end; but to blame a fandom on HIS choices that HE made as a GROWN ADULT….. absolutely childish.

it also takes away from his apology if he can't even fully admit that he said some mean shit and bad mouthed them for years on end. idc if everyone in the world was telling him directly 'oh snc said this, that, and the other thing', YOU KNOW THEM PERSONALLY. talk to them, and stop airing out your grievances with fans that are younger than you.

that was always my biggest issue with the whole thing. the bad mouthing was upsetting, for sure, but it was the fact he handled all of this publicly. he publicly made comments about them on videos and in tweets. he publicly made it known he didn't fuck with snc anymore. and corey publicly told fans he wasn't friends with them anymore. all of it was dealt where fans could see it, when it should have just been bts shit. elton should have just contacted them the moment he felt slighted instead of dragging out a war for three years that snc never even fought it bc they're bigger than that, in more ways than one.

and what's annoying now is ppl that didn't know what actually happen only know of the rumors that got started about elton that weren't true. so they think this whole thing was elton did nothing, rumors got out of hand, he got hate, and now they all have made up. when in reality ELTON started a problem bc he thought they stole something of his - which didn't happen, and then for three years made it his mission to shit on them whenever he could while his lap dog corey sat there and chuckled along.

but one three hour conversation makes up for all of that, i guess.

my whole thing is, i'm happy that the hate for elton has died down for the most part. even with all the shit he did, he didn't deserve death threats. and i'm happy there isn't any beef between them now. does that mean i want to see them collab? absolutely fuck no. keep that uncle elton tomfoolery the fuck away from the main channel and out of my line of vision. i hope that video is the last time all of them are together in a room, truthfully. just have mutual respect for one another, but don't collab.

#ask #personal #L10 #snc bs

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L.S. Dunes at the 100.3 The X Rocks Acoustic X Session (Boise, ID) | Part 2 | July 31, 2023

Transcript under the cut

Host: L.S. Dunes live in Studio 1X, thank you very much for coming in and performing acoustically, that was absolutely awesome. Grey Veins, of course, that particular song, I would love to give you a chance to sound off on some of the video drama that is surrounding that particular song, I know that it's taken some heat over the last couple of days, and... Lego’s just being dicks, is that what it comes down to, essentially?

Frank: Oh, you can say "dicks"?

Travis: You can say that?

Anthony: You can say "dicks"?

Travis: That's a bad word for a penis!

Host: Yeah, sometimes, but if you are talking about somebody's personality, it makes it okay, you see?

Frank: Yeah, okay.

Anthony: There's some, like, low level, like, lawyers over at Lego that are just like, they're bored. They're like, "Oh, we found this thing...", and we didn't even use Legos in the actual video, they're, like, fake Legos, but I guess, because they look enough like Legos, and there's enough there that they're trying to mess with us.

Host: Are we holding out hope that everything gets cleared at some point or is there, like, there's no way you got to start from scratch?

Travis: No, no.

Frank: No.

Anthony: There's no hope. When you're fighting a corporate beast like that, triple-headed...

Frank: Very deep pockets. They'll, kind of, litigate 'til you're, you know, out of open money. I mean, it's one of those things where, yes, they, you know, there's a copyright there, but we used an offmarket brand. We thought we'd be safe enough to do something like that. Also, with changing the faces around, and making sure that it was kind of, like, you know, a little bit more custom. I guess the silhouette is not custom enough, so they decided they want us to take the video down off of YouTube, and stuff like that. However, if I were a fan of the band, and not in the band, and not being, you know, litigated, I would probably take that video and post it everywhere, you know, anywhere I could possibly put it.

Anthony: Everywhere.

Frank: And I think that the label would provide that to me if I asked them.

Host: Alright! Well, listen, that's all hypothetical, of course.

Frank: Yeah, hypothetical, that's what I'd do.

Host: Yeah, that's what makes sense. But I do appreciate, you know, sometimes it's difficult when you have this vision and somebody's telling you that you can't let people see it, definitely.

Frank: Well, especially when it's like a creative tool that's been given to you as a child, right...

Anthony: Do you know how many Legos I've eaten? So many...

Host: You can find that song on Past Lives, the album that came out tail end of last year. I'm a bit of a music dork about this kind of stuff, but I noticed that you had Will produce this particular album. You guys have some individual experience producing? Was there a reason why you wanted to go that route with somebody outside the band? Was it just your connection with him, Anthony, or was it something else?

Anthony: It wasn't just a singular thing. I think everybody has had interactions with Will that, you know, sort of, have shine light on what he's, what his, you know, why he's so good at what he's doing. So, you know, I came into the situation with him as my guy, and I think everybody sort of felt it out, and it just made the most sense to to have him working on it. What he does is so incredible, and he can be, you know, a member of the band if you need him to be, he can just sit back and let you do your thing, and everything he does sounds next level, and nobody works harder on a record besides the band... Like, I've never met a producer that works so hard, morning, noon and night, and will stop everything in their life to make sure that, you know, if you needed... I've literally driven...

Frank: We're still negotiating the price on the next record.

Anthony: I've literally driven to the studio to change, like, two words at, like, 9:30 at night, like, "I don't like this one thing, I want to change it". He's like, "Okay".

#ls dunes #l.s. dunes #m: anthony green #m: frank iero #m: tim payne #m: travis stever #m: tucker rule #lsd: 2023 #in: jul/23 #t: video #at: the x rocks #misc: interview #misc: summer tour 2023 #sm: facebook #archive[ane]

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By the way, for the record, you ARE an excellent writer. I see a lot of you out there falling through the cracks and it really sucks. You guys deserve better recognition. I just write and post occasionally on here to amuse myself, but you guys actually go all out. So, I have to commend you for it. As for feeling rejected…I totally get that. Almost every day, I get another stupid rejection letter from a job position I applied to and it’s been over a year. Gods, I’ve been frustrated, but eh…I kinda got used to it. It still ticks me off occasionally, but ended up learning to take it in stride. Stay strong, okay? Do what you need to do and keep doing what you love on the side. I’m still in your corner cheering.

(Sorry for taking so long to reply! You know my situation, but with some breathing room today and tomorrow, I'm finally trying to catch up on my Asks.)

I must thank you for your unfailing positivity and your support of my work (including many reblogs❣️). The struggle for readers remains very demoralizing, and of course, still being in shadowban prison, my fics don't even show up in a tag search (I have to try reblogging them to my sideblogs and see if tagging them there as 'doctor strange fan fiction', etc will work; if it does, other people reblogging with said tags might help too). I've worked hard to maintain my particular style, and those that like it, find it lush in detail and emotionally evocative (and it's not just all about the smut, either!)--but it seems most of the popular DS writers on tumblr are giving their fans a steady, unadulterated diet of porn. I have a Mutual who writes for several MCU characters, and she's done fantastic work with Doctor Strange stories--but like me, her DS fics have been met with minimal interaction (while her others get lots & lots of love), so that she's basically sworn off writing Stephen. So, I know I'm not alone in my frustration. Although I don't hold much hope that many people will ever read my works, when My Muse visits, I shall do my best to be true to my vision, my stories, and my style.

And now it's my turn to cheer you on. I'm so sorry for the difficulties that you're experiencing in your job search. Those employers that passed you along have no idea what they're missing out on! A lifetime of unique experiences have given you a hard won wisdom, the ability to think out of the box in search of practical solutions to difficult challenges, and a tenacity for more than just survival--

--a tenacity for success, and for doing the most good that you can for others. You may be met with disappointments, but the ability you have to believe in yourself and what you have to offer, will land you the position that you're meant to fill. Hopefully soon!

I value all the advice and tips for coping with my homelessness, which you've sent recently. Please know that I see them--and you--and I deeply appreciate every wise word and your kind reminders that better things lay ahead for me.

#tumblr love #kindness & support #beloved mutual #stewardofningishzida #trials & tribulations of a former writer

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Perhaps I need to re-read TTWHY 🤔 wdym you're surprised Baek, you're just getting better and better and I think people really like these type of chaotic Y/N characters plus soft male leads, we have too many timid weak girlies and dom assholes.

Naaaah I'm not seeing this with my poor tired eyes NO DEATH ALRIGHT. @ Seonghwa, I'm free whenever just so you know 😘

I hope I'll like the cb cause I'm tired of complaining and idk this comeback isn't hitting me that much even though it should :( hopefully at least 2 bsides shake me to the core. Understandable with Maniac, the chorus part was actually catchy for me from the start, but the verses I wasn't keen on. Yeah, I can admit my dislike for some of the songs my faves put out, but I'm also willing to give them a pass and a chance you know? I'm both more critical, but forgiving if that makes sense, hahaha. BUT I'm not gonna pretend to be obsessed. God that tweet I saw it and sent it to my friends it's so fucking dumb, Atinys are peak not like the other girls especially this comeback just hating on people who have different opinions and acting like they're lesser fans because YOU DON'T GET THEIR GENIUS VISION!!!! Also funny they don't want "negativity" yet have no issue shading other artists hmmmm. Are we in Strictland, opinions are prohibited?!

When I first heard DCM first I was too emo to digest everything, but then I was like "uh, that's an SM song for sure..." but it grew one me. I loved the chaos in Christmas Evel like wtffff. I didn't give Hellevator enough credit before, but it's reeeeealllyyyy good! I've been lucky with Skz's titles though I either love, like or accept them hahahah.

Bestie when Jooyeon inevitably cuts his hair you'll not hear from me... also, his maknae position is showing a babyyyyy

My UBER driver Tae you mean? I have NOT seen that before photo 👀

Lol that friend replied to me after a few days and she sounds level-headed, so she's either keeping her cool in front of me or she's being obnoxious on Twitter on purpose? Either way, weirdo behaviour so idk what to do with her

"pls stop me bc this series is burning in my wip and iwill take it out if this continues to happen 😭😭" WAIT which series, what what 👁👁

Bestie run because some 💩⭐'s on Twitter including my fave accs are so mad at people "mocking" Hwa and comparing him to "an ugly fat penguin" they're so pressed and "Tell me you don't know anything about 70s-80s punk fashion and hair" bitch stfu I know all about it I can still laugh a little. Hope Hwa doesn't mind, but people already assumed it's offensive to him and tweet so many overdramatic stuff, no one called him ugly please, they tweet weird sexual assumptions about idols all the time, but this is an issue? 😭

"Fall in love and I'll diagnose you with a problem" - falling in love would already be a huge problem for me lmaooo. I just went with the most interesting fic plots with this one and got PASSIVE.

Ahhhh, Hwa is watching Extraordinary Attorney Woo, I'm in love with this show it's so wholesome no wonder he likes it I LOOOOOOOVE HIM

Also fucking Jackson giving fanfic writers all they need I'm wheezing him and Taehyung and Lisa pole dancing, the fic is writing itself. Btw, have you seen that YT channel, the woman invites idols then gives them food and alcohol, I need someone from Ateez on there soo baaaaad

Do this Will S. quiz I need to check your vibes. I got the least popular result Twelfth Night which I love, I'm also not like the other girls - DV 💖

hi hello!!

pls do let me know of ur ranking changed 🔫 oh best friend im genuinely absolutely so very surprised and intimidated by the liking of this fic bc usually it never reaches this amount it notes and for when it does (usually more than a month) i write my next fic in that time span sO NOW THIS IS VERY OVERWHELMING,, romcoms absolutely !!!!! i think everyone’s a sucker for a romcom at this point and i will do my best to deliver them <33 that IS SO TRUE DOM ASSHOLES 🔫🔫🔫🔫 u will never see a timid weak girlie here, but u will absolutely see an obnoxiously cocky guy <3

Naaaah I'm not seeing this with my poor tired eyes NO DEATH ALRIGHT. @ Seonghwa, I'm free whenever just so you know 😘

JFBWKDJWK I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THERE WILL BE ONE DEATH 🔫 its a fic that comes before the duke universe!! from seonghwa’s schedule and my calculations he’s free monday & 7pm to 8pm so u guys can have a lengthy chat, don’t u worry the room will have nice couches facing each other and snacks and drinks <33

no completely true! being willing to give a song a listen even if it’s not the taste we usually go for! i think thats a better way than just completely dismissing the song (exactly what atinys are doingbffb) YES ABSOLUTELY no pretendsies at all, if u like it, u like, if u don’t, then u don’t <3 BROOO THATS SO SO TRUE THE PICK ME GIRLS 😭😭😭😭 idk wtf is going on in atinyville bc what was that tweet 😭😭

“Atinys are peak not like the other girls especially this comeback just hating on people who have different opinions and acting like they're lesser fans because YOU DON'T GET THEIR GENIUS VISION!!!! Also funny they don't want "negativity" yet have no issue shading other artists hmmmm. Are we in Strictland, opinions are prohibited?!”

IM FUCKING SCREAMING THIS ENTIRE THING ON TOP OF MY LUNGS RIGHT NOW 😭😭😭 “you cant critique them” bro we about to simon cowell this 😭😭😭 no that last part where they want no negativity yet they the first to complain,, twt atinys,,, ive given up on those atinys since fireworks era bc that was a wild time it got so annoying 😭😭

LMFAOOOO 100% an sm song 😭😭 i think from dcm album, body rhythm best track, taemins “badi badi!” 😭😭😭 he’s so cute dbdb hellavator for me is their top track nothing can ever top that tbh 🤚🏼🤚🏼 insane vocals as well <3 “accept them” 😭😭

Bestie when Jooyeon inevitably cuts his hair you'll not hear from me... also, his maknae position is showing a babyyyyy

LMFAOOOO IM JOINING U BC ID BE DEVASTATED HIS HAIR LOOKS SO HEALTHY STOPPPPP THATS SO CUTE IM- THIS REMINDS ME OF SHOTARU WHEN ALL OF KPOP ADOPTED HIM IM ABT TO ADOPT HIM NOW

My UBER driver Tae you mean? I have NOT seen that before photo 👀

UBER driver hAH HAH 🔫 it was three days ago bestie 👀 pls go into ur dreams and have some gossip with your uber driver 👀

😭😭😭😭 i believe the first option is the best one bC WHY BE SO UNHINGED ON TWT 😭😭😭😭 weirdo behaviour 😭😭 anyways bestie that toronto concert might come to life <3

"pls stop me bc this series is burning in my wip and iwill take it out if this continues to happen 😭😭" WAIT which series, what what 👁👁

arrange marriage au? 👄👁👄

NAURRR WE CAN NEVER EVER HAVE FUN IN THIS ATINYVILLE WHY 😭😭😭 everything just has to be serious, why u offended for the idol himself pls that mans probably looking at the mirror giggling 😭😭 like he won’t troll himself pls fbwkdhdj sTOP NOT THE SEXUAL ASSUMPTIONS KPOP FANS HAVE THIS LUST, L U S T TO ASSUME THEIR FAVS PREFERENCS 😭😭😭

"Fall in love and I'll diagnose you with a problem" - falling in love would already be a huge problem for me lmaooo. I just went with the most interesting fic plots with this one and got PASSIVE.

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭😭 YOURE A PASSIVE LOVER??? 😭😭 we can tell absolutely <3 i gots

so i decided i will make quiz of all my y/n’s (excluding khronus + bodyguard + hongjoong’s bc then its too many) so i will put it here if i can finish it before u answer this if Not then THIS IS EMPTY BFBF

Ahhhh, Hwa is watching Extraordinary Attorney Woo, I'm in love with this show it's so wholesome no wonder he likes it I LOOOOOOOVE HIM

PARK TO THE SEONG TO THE HWA ✊🏼 PLSSS I LOVE THAT KDRAMA THE MC IS SO CUTE 😭😭😭 love how the kdrama community is expanding their leads! and not just have the repeated ones and have more diversity in them <3

LMFAOOOO STOPPPP IM GONNA CHANGE THE RYAN FROM BODYGUARD TO JACKSONS FBWKHDWKH i love this side of kpop, yes give us reality 😭😭 I HAVE YES PLS FBWNBDWK want to see who gets drunk first 😭😭

Do this Will S. quiz I need to check your vibes. I got the least popular result Twelfth Night which I love, I'm also not like the other girls - DV 💖

iM DBWNHDEJ I GOT HAMLET 😭😭

i GOT U A TXT QUIZ

ALSO ATEEZ MILLION SELLER 😭😭 FROM 430 TO A MILL 😭😭😭

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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dreamesamu · 3 years

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Tease the envy

pairing. oikawa tooru x f!reader

genre: shortfic; angst to fluff; sets in high school. wc: 1k+

ame's note: this kind of stuff actually rails me up while I just accidentally scrolling through my social media at midnight.

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you've never regret loving Oikawa Tooru, but you did regret confessed to him. and why?

That destination day, your smile and stomach dropped equally with an embarrassed feeling ignited after you nonchalantly let what you earned from him sink in your mind, desperately find a little hope remains, he playfully chuckled with the line "I've already known that." keep flashing back and never failed to make you feel humiliated.

at least you've said that the line "please give me a chance, I promise I will make you fall for me" in a shameless way just to remind you to embarrassed yourself, truthfully you've seen him shrugged with an unmistakeable mischievous smirk. "fine, we'll see if I really fall for you, good luck then." his words somehow feels like mocking you but it doesn't matter, he has given you hope, there's nothing holding you back but to move on.

"there you go, call me later, ladies." the pretty setter waves goodbye and you are standing there with a dark stark displayed on your face, the intention to give him your treat has vanished as his screechy fangirls run across your way. he cocks his head to the side with his arms crossed, smirking triumphantly, spares you a challenging glance.

"are you fucking kidding me right now?" you grit your teeth, irritated, but most of all, the envy started following you.

"what? they're my fans, am I suppose to treat them right?" he swings his hands out in the air, takes a step closer to you as you hide the small box behind your back, prevents him from noticing.

"ooh, I almost forgot, you're jealous, aren't you?" then he burst out laughing while your face heats up, displease, and shamefully. "It's not like we're dating or something, stop being so dramatic, y/n."

you're on the brink of furious and he just pushed you to sink in it. "then stop treating me conversely to them while you have already known I like you deadass, don't play with my feelings, it's not a toy." you wrathfully scoff, eyes sparkle with tears never go unnoticeable in Oikawa's vision. a pair of stings stifle his heart and he chooses to ignore it seeing you walk away while clumsily try to wipe your tears.

"hi there." a voice coming from the background startled you as your head immediately turns back after a while sitting on the bench outside the school garden attempting to dry your stained cheeks.

"hello, how can I help you?" you politely respond, however, your voice is still a little shake. reality strikes in when you found in the corner of your eyes, a pair of eyes is staring, and your lips automated quirk up into a scornful smirk, stand up for him to get a clearer look.

"are you single?" the boy continues asking, shamelessly while your eyes are locked on him but your mind is full of attention to that stalker from afar.

"oh yeah, I am, what do you need?" You return, avoid his gaze, and flick your eyes away so he doesn't misinterpret.

"great! then can I get your number?" you look at his enthusiastic smile and nod with excitement spreading inside, you still got somebody that interest in you, and maybe that fact somehow soothing the aching heart from the silly confession you never bet to deal with again.

"yeah, of course! here, let me write it down."

"thank you cutie!" the boy exclaims, and you just respond with some sort of laugh while leaning down to look at the white material, thin lines been written on.

that word escape from that boy's lips only boils up Oikawa's blood, he can't stand it anymore, especially when you just effortlessly give a random person your number but not him. not him? what did he think? he doesn't like you anyway, does he?

"oi! that's enough." the brunette screams from afar, pointing his index finger out at the boy with a furious look. you have to wait for a while before he could reach you and grasp on that poor boy's collar.

"who are you, and how dare you ask for her number?" then his dark eyes turn to you, whose arms are crossed, and throw him an annoyed look. "what do you think you are doing?"

"oh, c'mon Oikawa, it's not like we're dating or something, the person acting impolite here is you, unfortunately." his face heats up and the boy has left, now is his turn to sound hesitant, doesn't dare to look at you in the eye in embarrassment.

"wait, don't go- I-" he grasps your hand and pulls you back, once again he sees your orbs sparkle.

"what now, Mr. Oikawa?" your voice cracked out of the blue, splashing a bucket of regret on his face, he purses his lips trying to find the heart drowning somewhere in his stomach, mind searching for the right words.

"look, if you don't like me back, then I have my decision to move on, and that boy was just trying to tell me that he could be my boyfriend someday, and you ruined my chance." you shake your head desperately, your hand is fast enough to wipe the fresh tear rolling on your cheeks, you sniff. "stop being selfish Oikawa, I know all this time you just trying to provoke me and that makes me losing my hope."

"I'm sorry." he could feel a twinge in his heart when you started to sob in his embrace, trying to break free. "I like you, too. I'm just too stupid to recognize that, please, I don't like it when someone just blatantly flirts with you when I was there."

"he didn't even flirt, you know? that's exactly how I felt earlier, you deadass." your face is currently cupped neatly in his big hands, his thumb draws circles under your shutting eyes.

"please say that you still like me." he requests, waiting for your answer with all of the hopes remain, eyes lock on yours, nervously hidden in them.

"I don't have the intention to move on, Tooru." right after the nickname has been called out, your cheeks tint pink after your lips touched his, you stark, staring at his grin with doe eyes widen.

"that's what I love to hear, I don't like you, I love you."

#what is this i'm sobing #ahhh #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa fluff #oikawa angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu hurt/comfort #haikyu x reader #ame has sent you something!

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eremiie · 3 years

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broken promises

❥ angst | 3.9k words | eren x armin

❥ content: none. just pure heart break.

❥ the moment you’re born your soulmates words are etched into your skin, and the moment you meet them they disappear just as fast. so when eren meets armin why don’t his words go? and why does armin have to carry the weight of a wretched life on his shoulders? surely his fate is his fault.

this fic is a rendition of chapter 139! read at your own risk

this fic is for @mikaberries 4k collab event! my word was ‘broken promises’ and my ship was eremin! enjoy<3

ty to @arlerted for beta reading this fic!

"hey, why don't you put up a fight?"

those were the first words muttered to him.

"you're wrong! i'm not losing because i don't run."

those were the first words that made the black mark sprawled on eren's wrist begin to fade away, seeping from the tan skin and sprawling like dust onto the concrete he stood on.

the first words that made the blue of armin's eyes dazzle with interest, peering over his shoulder almost tumbling over to get a fresh look at what was holding eren's interest so well.

he knew what was holding eren's interest, he's seen it before with so many people close to him, he's heard stories from his grandparents. it couldn't be happening to him though? happening so soon? i mean he was just a kid, he—

"you're my soulmate..."

so if eren was his soulmate, why didn't the words disappear?

why were his first words to him not the ones scribbled on his skin?

nevertheless, armin wanted to grasp any hope presented to him. if eren was his soulmate he'd try his best to believe him. surely it was just a glitch in the system, maybe a phenomenon never discovered. but even then it didn't matter, because how eren's eyes gleamed at his bare wrist, eyes flicking from armin to his arm, to armin, it was all the confirmation armin needed.

still, on sleepless nights, when only the moonlight would beam through the window of the barracks leaving enough light for armin to peer down at the bare skin of eren's wrist and the words i promise on his own, he couldn't help but wonder if eren was really his.

his pale hand engulfs with eren's as eren drapes his arm over armin's waist. it was so welcoming. that same hand wraps him in blankets, it cups the soft skin of armin's cheek, it adjusts armin's ODM gear, it was the hand that armin, just by the way it moves so lovingly, would've suspected belongs to his soulmate.

it couldn't have been a mistake, mistakes with things like this just didn’t happen.

"i'm yours." eren's voice would grumble against the nape of armin's neck, breath fanning over the new goosebumps formed, and hand squeezing armin's a little tighter.

armin's breath hitches, swallowing his spit before adjusting himself until he was facing eren.

his eyes were so beautiful in the dim light. armin could admire every speck of blue that would dance across the green canvas, every slight glimmer of gold that reminds armin of eren's mother. it reminds him of the same glimmer that dropped onto the cold concrete when eren was deemed his.

eren blinks, once or twice, armin can't remember because his mind drifts farther than he wants, and untangles their hands, bringing one up to armin's cheek.

it's wet, a fresh tear falling from the corner of armin's eye that eren brushes away with the pad of his thumb.

when armin leans back to give eren a one over, he doesn't remember when eren’s hair got longer, when his eyes became so dull, or when his smile became a permanent pout.

his soulmate isn't supposed to be his and he lets the thought pull him away from reality more often than not. no matter how many times eren could repeat how they were meant to be it would never feel right.

there was a barrier in between them that kept armin farther away from eren than he wanted to be. a barrier that armin pounded against, aching to break and release him from the solemn thoughts that clouded his brain.

when eren wipes another tear that shines against armin's cheek, he pushes forward on the bed, pressing his forehead against armin's and closing his eyes so armin can't see them anymore.

the simple touch, the simple gesture brings armin back to reality and he can feel that familiar longing in the pit of his stomach, the furrow in eren's brow, and the newfound wetness of his cheek.

he doesn't mean to press his forehead so hard against eren's, but the closer he is to him, the more he can feel the warmth of eren's skin. he can silence the storm inside of him. maybe if he tries hard enough and sticks close to eren that barrier would break, at least crack.

eren's palm brings armin as close as possible by the back of his head until he can feel armin breathing on his chin. armin could tell eren that he wasn't meant for him over and over again, but there was no mark on his wrist anymore, no sign that screamed armin wasn't his in his eyes. as long as his skin was a clean slate, as long as he could spend restless nights with his lover, days laying in each other's arm's under the tree as they stared at the wall longing for freedom, armin belonged to him.

"will you still be mine when you leave for marley?" he cuddles closer to eren, hands sat against his lover’s chest as he takes pleasure in his presence.

eren reluctantly nods his head and presses armin closer, a soft press of his lips to armin's nose.

"i'll still be yours."

"and you'll—"

"i'll still be yours. until we see the rest of the world together; the flaming water, frozen plains, and snowfields of sand."

armin stifles noise and sinks down from where he was against eren’s forehead until his head is in the fabric of eren's shirt, hands grabbing at the cotton so tight that eren's afraid he might tear it.

eren's shirt is getting wet but he doesn't mind. he wants to cry too.

instead, he lets his thumb smooth over the same strands of blonde hair he plaits while sitting in a field of campanulas, and lets his hand lightly ruffle the tresses he watches armin toy with, contemplating if he should cut them or not.

the next time he sees armin they're cut.

the next time armin sees eren, his eyes are duller than that night they were tangled in each other's arms.

armin barely says a word to eren on the airship, there was nothing to be said. nothing to be said when sasha died, her blood staining the wood of the ship. nothing to be said after the conversation at the table, armin's blood being wiped away by the damp cloth in mikasa's hand.

he never had a voice like eren, but when he screams at him on the floor where he sits around shards of broken glass and spilled wine as mikasa tries to get him to stand, he uses eren's own voice against him— words so passionate and spat like venom at eren that he has no choice but to turn around for a mere second.

someone who could kill so plainly and drag his loved ones along, not shedding a single tear as he goes, didn't seem like the soulmate set for armin.

but the way eren turns around, a snarl on his face that juxtaposes the gloss of a limpid tear in his eye— for a second, just for a second armin thinks otherwise.

and when he looks down at his wrist, "i promise." still haunting him, he wishes the world was kind.

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armin slams the door behind himself, leaving mikasa alone in the gloomy storage room.

it was his fault a darkened cloud was hanging over the room, his outburst at mikasa wasn't her fault— but how could she even think about eren with all the peril happening?

his breathing is heavy and the sounds of titans are right next to his ears, pounding and stomping their way across the ocean, across the world. it was so noisy, the screams outside, people running from falling debris. he wishes the noise would cease for only a moment so he could gather his thoughts.

armin wipes at his eyes in hopes that it would stop the way his vision begins to blur. he stumbles backward using his free hand to steady himself once he hits the brick wall behind him.

truth being, no matter how little the thought was he was thinking about eren too.

he pulls at his sleeve to further hide his wrist, teeth-gritting as he fails to hold back tears that slip from his eyes and onto the floor he stood on. they decorate the stone floors in lovely splotches, darkening the grey and creating spots that'd disappear with time. but, as long as armin kept crying the least likely the evidence would simply "disappear".

"i'm tired." his voice cracks and like a broken dam tears begin to flow free, sliding down his cheeks as his skin begins to flush. he knows he can't stop them now. he can't stop the thoughts in his head or the tears staining his cheeks. he wishes to relax and be at the ocean again, staring across the waves where he finally got a taste of what freedom was before it was snatched away again. "i hate this."

no matter how hard he wipes at them, they're never-ending. why does he have to be the boy whocries? who can't defend himself, the boy with the burden placed on him, the boy with no soulmate. "i hate this, i hate this."

his knees buckle and he allows himself to slide down the wall, ODM gear clinking as it hits the floor, the wall rough as it scrapes against the material of his shirt. it's easier to block out the cries of terror outside and instead bury himself in his hands to cry for someone to release him from this stress.

he's tired of the wrenching in his heart, thoughts being solely on the one he thought was destined for him. no matter how hard he tries to think of what was most important his mind can't help but wander back to calm nights with eren. what could've been and what he wished became.

how did he fall in love with someone so wretched? and how did they make him so wretched?

his sniffles are the only thing he can hear and his tears decorate the sleeves of his shirt— just like he decorated eren's the last night his arms cradled him close.

"i hate you. i hate that we have to kill you— you're," a sob breaks his sentence, but he's thankful for it because he didn't want to finish it anyway. the next words to come out wouldn't have been true. they would've just been a fit of anger and sadness that clawed at his heart, twisting it between its grasp and trying its best to break the little hope armin had left.

"we have to kill you." is what he says instead.

what was he doing? there was no time to sob, no time to cry over someone like eren. he would heed the words he told mikasa— there was no time to think about eren, he was a lost cause.

armin unsteadily picks himself off the ground, adjusting the gear around his waist and using the back of his hand to wipe stray tears. he's lucky no one came through or went out the doors— it would've just been another open performance of his weakness and it'd be proof that erwin was the one who should've been chosen that day.

he would let eren go and he would do what he had to do to save the people around him, it was the least he could do after erwin's death.

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when his titan is standing in front of eren's colossal titan those words mean nothing.

it's the adrenaline that tames the pull on his heart. he's so close yet so far— his soulmate, no eren, is right there but here he was doing all he could to stop him.

there's no time to relish in the past, although it flashes in the back of his head. loose memories of what eren was and the monster he’s become.

he wants to remember eren's rough palms against his cheeks again, his natural warmth he radiates while he pulls armin close as possible. but he pushes the memories to the back of his head— they were nothing but an echo now.

he has to give it his all because he's sure eren isn't thinking the same way as him.

the mosaic of him holds pieces of eren in it and it was evident by the flicker of eren's passion in his eyes when he stares him down, fists raised and only a murmur of "why did it turn out this way?" leaving trembling lips.

when he throws a heavy arm at eren it's like it all happens in slow motion; first, a pounding in his skull, causing him to close his eyes at the twinge, then a burst of light flashing over his eyes, and albeit how they stayed close a blanket of white drops over his vision.

he loses his balance and wonders if eren has knocked him out yet, until he lands on a hard surface. the pale sand is grainy under his hands and for some reason, his mind is blank. the soft whirring of what sounded like wind whips past his ears. he's calm.

armin flutters doe eyes open, adjusting to the brightness of the light in front of him. it was oddly familiar. purples, blues, and greens surrounded the striking light— and the longer he stares forth, the more it reminds armin of a tree whose branches reach for the sky. he's mesmerized. this must be what space is— stars adorning the black mural, as rays of colorful light burst over the top of armin like pops of fire being sent into the sky.

it's beautiful, and armin's reminded of earth, of the comfort of life— even in the walls. maybe this was what he believed was on the other side of the walls when he was younger, and if he sat in front of his younger self and explained the sight in front of him, telling him this is what was out there, he was sure he would've believed it.

"armin."

the blonde whips his head around, meeting a face his memories know so well.

eren's skin is illuminated by the light of paths, a gleam in such familiar green eyes that he only ever thought he'd see in his dreams. his hands are pocketed and his hair is free, laying gently against the side of his face. bags pull at the skin below his eyes and a tired smile graces his face as he puts a hand out for armin to grab.

armin wants to grab it but he recoils, scrambling to stand up on his own and dusting the sand from his hands. his eyebrows are furrowed and he's scowling at eren as he crosses his arms.

he doesn't know what to say— he doesn't know where he is. he's still mad at eren, he can't just take him to a dream-like place and think everything is okay. he's killed so many people, he's dragged his friends into what could only be described as hell, and eren didn't know the toll he put on armin's life. he couldn't just waltz into it, destroy everything, and expect armin to just talk to him again.

armin seems to always be too caught up in his thoughts because when eren's palm– that's still as warm as he remembers– presses him to eren's chest it takes him a moment too long to realize. the ends of eren's hair that graze armin's nose is something he'd never thought he'd feel again.

eren shouldn't be hugging him, but he can't push him off— it hurts.

it hurts when eren's stray tears hit the top of his head and it hurts when eren clings to armin like he'll disappear if he lets go. the cries of "i'm sorry," are all armin can hear as eren sinks to the floor in front of him, weeping tears of agony and years of pain that he was never able to share.

eren knows he caused everyone pain, and he knows what he's done is unforgivable, and although he's caused everyone so many tears, eren needs to be the boy who cries this time.

armin shudders, impending sobs trying to wrack his body. his hand cups his mouth as he drops to his feet as well. when eren glances up at him with woeful eyes, he can paint a picture with those blue flecks and glimmers of gold that he finally gets to see again. he sighs shakily and turns his head away from eren in fear of the tears he was trying to blink back from falling.

armin lets eren explain himself.

he lets eren reduce him to a complete sobbing mess. all these months of asking himself why was all summed up to him, the only question being left unanswered being why he still had words slapped across his wrist. he doesn't dare to ask about it— he's sure he already knows the answer.

"so... you're going to die?" armin asks hesitantly, scrunching particles of sand in between his hands.

"i have to. i have to atone somehow."

it's the words armin knows would slip from eren's mouth but not the words armin wants to hear. leaning forward he places his hands on eren's shoulders, a pleading look across the ocean that was his eyes. at least that's how eren would describe it.

"but maybe there's a way we can fix this!"

eren gives armin a small smile, placing his hands over armin's so gently. "armin... you think i'll be free like you once all this is over?"

armin's pleading expression fades and is replaced by a dejected one, his lips falling and his eyebrows turning upwards. "eren..."

eren pulls armin close to him, hand in his hair once more, tangling through the blonde strands and burying his nose into them. they smell just how he remembered, even with how short his hair was now— like fresh linen and the smell of the ocean that lingers even after only one visit.

"eren," his eyes screw as he bawls into eren's shoulder while wrapping his arms around him. "but you promised."

armin pulls away just as fast when the thought hits him. he grabs eren's wrist and pulls it from his hair. "you promised! you said we'd see the flaming water... the... the frozen plains and the snowfields of sand! you promised!"

eren shakes his head profusely, more tears being shed as his hands come up to cup armin's own wet face.

armin's vision is obscured by his own tears and he rests his head in the palm of eren's head, indulging in the feeling because he won't get to feel it again.

he'll remember the intimacy he shared with eren from hearing his heartbeat in his ears as he laid against his chest to tracing the skin of eren's arm to lull himself to sleep. it wasn't fair that it had to be like this. that it had to be a mere reflection of what was, but it was his fault for being so gullible.

from the day he was still left with such a taunting mark he should've known that if his mark was still etched on his wrist, eren being his soulmate wasn't tangible. he should've left well enough alone and accepted his fate, met his soulmate years from that day and lived the life he was meant to live.

maybe then he wouldn't be stuck in what was a cruel form of torture, a life that lead to show him his karma of being so greedy— of trying to hold onto whatever was sent his way. he wasn't even supposed to be here right now.

yet, here he was, eren pressing his lips to armin's forehead, both of his cheeks, his nose and then a last tender one to his lips. although armin struggles to reciprocate them, eren can understand that they were received.

"you go, and you see all of those things without me because even when i'm not here the freedom you're granted is proof of me."

shaky hands reach to place themselves over eren's. "you promised."

"i'm sorry."

"eren, you—"

"i'm sorry."

to armin, it was confirmation that him and eren weren't meant to be. soulmates just weren't like this. he wouldn't have his mark, there wouldn't be so much hurt, and the promise eren shared with him would've been fulfilled.

armin refused to believe that his soulmate is eren.

he couldn't wonder who would come after eren when someone like eren existed. he couldn't fathom who else would put their life on the line like eren did not only for him but for everyone around him. who else would fight like eren did, all for selfless reasons.

whoever was eren’s true soulmate has to be the saddest yet happiest person on earth, to have a destined one like eren yet never be able to acknowledge him.

he'd come to terms with eren's fate, and he'd move on— after all what he thought was his fate was never meant to be.

eren pulls armin to a standing position and using the sleeve of his coat he wipes both him and armin's faces.

"i love you."

armin takes in eren's features, noting them down so he'd be able to remember them forever— even after he's gone.

"i love you too."

stepping forward, eren takes armin's hand in his own. "i'll be with you every step you take away from those walls and i'll be with you everywhere you visit."

it's hard to hear, but armin still manages to nod his head.

"i promise."

eren and everything around him begins to fade. he's trying to piece him together in his mind— create a solid memory to cherish forever.

the world around him fades and he's back on a sad dirt ground, palms stabling him as he begins to get up, mikasa walking towards him with the remnants of eren in her hands.

when he reaches for eren's head, it's only then he notices the words that his eyes used to linger back to every few hours are gone.

armin didn't realize when the words on his arm began to faintly glow and bleed because at the same time he was picking pieces of eren up and placing them together to create a firm picture that he wouldn't forget.

pale skin was the only thing left in its path— and when his eyes flit back to eren he sees his soulmate. for the first time he's sure of it.

“paths...” armin mutters to himself as his hand smooths over the cooling skin of eren’s face.

this eren existed in paths where time is nonlinear— speaking armin words for what could have been the first as long as he continued to reside in them. “he said it in paths…” he says shakily, and he winces at his own voice.

time wasn’t linear in such a void, and eren had spoken the short sentence on his wrist into existence long before armin knew.

eren was his soulmate.

his soulmate who he was supposed to see the world with; flaming water, frozen plains, and snowfields of sand.

his soulmate who set him free yet he'd rather be chained to for the rest of his life if it meant he could wake up with him everyday.

his soulmate who he doubted so heavily, transfixed on two words that plagued his whole being.

his soulmate who didn't even know broke his heart, broke their promise.

"you promised."

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