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coralinnii · 9 months

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❋ Crushing on a game character ❋ ↳ bonus: he kinda reminds you of your bf feat ⎸Leona ⭑ Azul ⭑ Jack ⭑ Kalim genre ⎸fluff, humour note ⎸no pronouns used with reader, established relationships, reader is kinda oblivious and scatterbrained.

part one

Ugghh, the disgusted looks this man would give. Stop, I can’t handle the judgemental stares!

Jokes aside, Leona’s not really going to care too much. It’s your life so you can like whatever you want so long as it doesn’t bother him.

He may look like he isn’t listening to you as you gush about your ult fav, but he’s listening enough to get the gist of this fictional character that seems to capture your attention.

“He sounds like a real jerk. You got some weird taste”

“He’s actually a good guy, I swear!”

“Well, for a good guy he sure acts like an as-“

Am I getting too meta on this?

Despite his supposed indifference, he pays enough attention to notice some similarities appearance-wise between him and your favorite character and of course he had to point it out at any given chance.

“Can’t get your mind off of me, can ya?”

He can sleep through your gaming and your giggling well enough, and at the end of the day he’s the one that gets to have you in his arms as you fall asleep after a long gaming session.

But soon, you started buying some merch. At first, it was just some photo cards and keychains so it’s nothing too crazy. He almost can’t believe that people would actually spend time and money collecting those kinds of things. But when he realized that he could quell your anger a lot better now by handing you merch he made Ruggie get, he can’t complain about an easy out.

Then the bigger stuff started coming in, and Leona starts to notice that this fictional bastard is taking more than just space in your phone. He doesn’t like sharing what’s his, fictional or not.

“You can’t be serious”

Your lips curled into a pout as you glanced back at your new purchase that somehow offended Leona for some reason. “What? It looks cool, doesn’t it?”

Leona doesn’t agree as he stood face to face with the monstrosity sitting on your desk.

A giant figurine of a certain character he’s starting to think he’s seeing way too much of.

It was a detailed piece with decor and props surrounding the character, showing off more of its 3D splendor. The smug expression on the figure, regardless if simply painted on, made Leona growled under his breath as it rubbed him the wrong way.

Your beastman boyfriend was waiting for you in his bedroom when the school day was done, expecting some quality time with his mate. Instead, he was practically left forgotten when you heard that a package was dropped off for you and you were excited to unbox your long-awaited splurge. Leona finally got your attention when he unceremoniously burst through your bedroom doors to find you rearranging your desk to fit your new figure.

“The damn thing is takin’ up your whole desk,” Leona sneered down at the piece of clay as though it offended his honor. “And it’s ugly as hell”

“How dare you! He’s a masterpiece!” Leona felt a vein tense on his forehead. Did you really have to call it a he? “Besides, I still have space on my desk and just looking at him while I study relaxes me”

As if to prove your point, you bent down to gaze at your new figure and a fond smile immediately found its place on your face. You playfully tapped the top of your character’s head, giddy as you took in the well-crafted design of the model.

Leona on the other hand, can only feel a headache forming as he has to watch his lover go gaga over a cheap piece of clay (cheap to him, maybe!). It’s one thing to have your attention away from him when you're gaming, but he’s not gonna fight with a freaking toy for your loving looks outside of that. He’s the boyfriend here.

You felt yourself pulled back by your collar, making you fall backwards unceremoniously onto your bed. You wanted to get up but Leona immediately joined you, trapping you as he laid his body atop of you, wrapping both his arms and his tail to keep you in his hold. He didn’t say anything but you could see his flattened ears and a sour expression across his face.

“Do you really not like it?” You asked him, carefully caressing his head in hopes to ease his tense ears. Leona tried to ignore your question but one glance at your worried look just wouldn’t let him.

“It’s fine… now stop talkin’ and just sleep already.” Quickly snuffing the conversation, Leona pulled you close to rest his head on you, being lulled by your heartbeat. Leona isn’t gonna tell you to stop if you really like this stuff, but his time with you is not negotiable.

His first thought was how obsessi- I mean passionate you must be.

Though, having been around Idia and even Jade long enough, Azul wouldn’t be that surprised as he assumed that this sort of infatuation with such a trivial thing is not something uncommon. Not something he would do but not surprised if you have something you like to such an extent.

Azul would be curious and have many questions about your fixation. What’s enticing you so? How is it addicting for you? How can he possibly market on this-

Being a doting partner, Azul would let you play your game in his office while he works on some paperwork. But Azul would secretly listen to you as you gush about the game and your favorite character.

And I mean, ACTUALLY listen. He remembers your expressions as you ramble about that character’s favorite food or how good he looks in his new “skin” as you call it. He’s very attentive and he does find your goofy smiling very cute.

But if this goes on, Azul might start to get worried. Is this character perhaps your ideal type all along? This suave and admittedly well-designed game character better suits your fancy than anything or anyone else.

Azul would start comparing himself to this fictional character and wondered…is that who you wanted?

You were starting to worry about your boyfriend so you made your way to his office. He seemed to be a lot busier lately and you noticed there were more papers on his desk than the usual contracts and bills. However, whenever you near him Azul was quick to hide certain things on his desk from your sight which you tried to convince yourself that something like that should be expected considering the confidential documents he may have as an owner of an establishment. But the way he forces a tight-lipped smile when he does so…it leads your mind to upsetting thoughts.

Working to dispel those thoughts, you knocked on his door but there was no response. That was strange since Jade assured you that the Housewarden was in his office and Azul would always respond back from beyond the door.

Your worries deepened, you carefully opened the door just slightly in case Azul was actually preoccupied with a client. Thankfully, you saw no one on the guest seats and when you pushed the door further, you noticed your fair-haired boyfriend slouched in his seat pouring over some papers, mumbling to himself.

“Azul?”

Your voice startled the merman as he flinched out from his trance, his hands accidentally scattering his papers off his desk and close to your feet.

“Ah no, wait!” Azul yelled in panic but you already took a good look at what was printed on the sheets of paper.

It was your current favorite from the game you’ve been playing, with facts taken from the game lore as well as from fan theories. There were also pictures of his CGs with special dialogues catered to the players.

Upon closer inspection, you soon noticed written memos and certain sections highlighted on these fact sheets, all in Azul’s intricate handwriting.

Light-colored attire… prince-like aesthetic

Skilled with swords…athletic appeal?

Potential date sites? Food-sharing ideas….Hand-holding opportunities…

Littered all over the papers were scribbles as such which made you initially assume that it was for research purposes only. However, between these notes were details about you which made you rethink that assumption.

You saw your personal interests, your food preferences, whether you would enjoy such date scenarios. Notes pondering if you would enjoy such a thing or if you find this attractive on Azul.

Your boyfriend must have gone through so many websites, forums, and postings to find this much information without playing the game. Heck, you recognized some of these CGs from mini events that weren’t promoted as much as others. All this detailed research…you smiled at how adorably Azul-like of him.

Azul eventually built his courage to break the awkward silence. “I can explain, my dear”

You raised your brow but nodded. “Ok”

“I became intrigued by your fixation of this game and decided on checking on myself the appeals of this game” Azul pushed his glasses to cover his nervous countenance. “I must say, I am quite impressed with the details this company puts into their characters. Perhaps I can find some way to implement these elements into Mostro Lounge as a limited time event”

You couldn't help but chuckle seeing Azul trying to compose himself, but the flushing of his pale skin betrays him. “I see. Well needless to say, I agree with your thoughts from what I can see, especially the date scenarios”

Your tease successfully flustered your Azul even more, but you want to fluster your cute lover further “While I do like the aesthetic of the handsome, princely type…”

Azul watched you approach him at his desk, wary of the cheeky look on your face. Smiling, you proceeded to surprise him with a kiss on his face, teasingly close to his beauty mark.

“…I like the very cute and clever merman better”

How skilled you are to turn an octopus boiling red without fire.

Very confused. He understands that people have their own preferences and interests but he’s just…so, so confused.

He supports you and your passions but you will have to explain the concepts like “simping” and “biases” to him. Very much a normie, but a supportive one.

He makes sure that you balance your gaming life with your personal life, which means no late night gaming, no 3AM game check-ins, and he paces your grinding sessions with breaks.

We don’t deserve him

He would notice that your favorite character seems to be a beastman like him, but doesn’t connect the reason why you would be so infatuated with this silent wolf-like character in particular.

Such a coincidence they look similar to each other, huh…

He would chastise you if you get too absorbed into the game but he does respect your dedication and your gaming knowledge.

If you offer, he wouldn’t mind trying out the game you love so much just so he can understand your interest better.

“Ughh, I lost”

You laughed as you watched your tall boyfriend groan, ruffling his hair in frustration. Jack decided to finally try out your new obsession and after a quick crash-course explanation from you, Jack tried his hand at the battle portion of the game. It ended unfortunately in his defeat as all his players died and the screen on your phone darkened.

“You were really good for your first time, though” you tried to cheer him up. “Sometimes it just comes down to luck”

You could tell however that Jack was still bummed about his loss, his tail slowly flicking around and his ears flattening on his head.

“This is actually pretty tough” Jack grumbled under his breath, not realizing how complicated the game mechanics were. “I always thought you were amazing with how good you were at this game but wow…”

“This man, complimenting me like it’s nothing…”

Trying to cover your flustered expression, you crawled over to your boyfriend who was currently sitting down. Gently, you pushed his arms in order to climb onto his lap, your back resting against his chest which flinched upon your touch. You took back your phone from Jack’s hands.

“Here, I’ll show you some stuff to boost your chances” you looked to your boyfriend, who went suspiciously quiet…quieter than usual. “Jack?”

You could feel how Jack immediately stiffened at his name before he slightly yelled out his response “Right, got it!”

Stifling your laugh, you made yourself comfortable as you continued with your gaming. Although, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling when you felt a pair of muscular arms wrapping around your waist, and a fluffy tail resting on your legs.

Another clueless but supportive partner.

Kalim’s really glad you have something you really love and is happy to hear you talk for hours about anything and everything related to the game and your favorite game character.

“He can do that? Wow!” “What? That’s such a sad story, poor guy!”

He understands why you would like this character, seeing how jovial and sweet-natured your ult fav seem to be.

“What a real nice guy, you must really like these types of guys, huh?”

“Yea…guess I do”

He’ll go to conventions with you, even wait in long lines with you, and listen to fan theories while not understanding a single thing, all because seeing you so happy is worth it.

You will have to be the one with self-control because the moment Kalim finds out there’s merch out there, he’s buying them without hesitation.

Even the less…subtle merchandise out there

“Kalim…where did you get this?”

“Do you like it? I saw this while searching for stuff you might like”

You questioned what Kalim thought of you if he assumed that this would be something you like, because you’re faced with a large body pillow of your bias character laying on your bed, with your boyfriend joyously showing it off. The picture printed on the cover showcased your favorite character in a cute pose, which you were honestly grateful for because you wouldn’t know the best reaction to have if Kalim bought a less than school-friendly image.

“It’s…wow” despite the insanity of the situation, you started to smile in amusing absurdity “I mean…I never thought I would have the chance to hold a body pillow, let alone have a cute looking one”

Kalim, oblivious as ever, grinned as he assumed you were happy with his purchase “Right?! I heard from some people at the convention that pillows like these were really popular!”

Ah, so that’s where he learned about this side of the fandom. Kalim is such an easy guy to talk with so he would occasionally start conversations with other convention attendees despite being a “normie”, so to speak.

“I managed to get one commissioned with the fluffiest pillow I could get.” Grabbing the pillow, Kalim proudly held it out in front of you. “Here, feel it!”

You did what your boyfriend asked, and your eyes widened at luxurious sensations under your fingertips. “Holy crap, this is so soft! And the picture quality is super good too”

Any experience or expectations you had about body pillows is now blown out of the park as you can’t imagine anything ever beating the softness and quality of this body pillow. Heck, your regular pillows can’t be compared to the feeling of heaven you’re feeling.

Kalim grinned at you, satisfaction and joy clear on his cute face. Gently, the tanned man pulled you onto your bed, making you lay onto the mattress with your boyfriend and your new body pillow. Wrapping his arms around you, you were now sleeping between the Housewarden and your printed-out ult bias.

“See, even if I can’t be here, you still have something with you when you’re tired” Kalim’s ruby eyes shined with affection. “Though I don’t ever want to leave your side, I wanna make sure you’re never alone even if I can’t be with you”

Internally screaming, you swore to protect this cinnamon roll.

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anonymous-dentist · 6 months

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Honestly? I think everything goes back to the night Cellbit found out that he and Bagi are siblings, because several things happened that night:

Cellbit admitted that he killed Maximiliano the Worker and that he liked it

Cellbit found out he’s missing 11 or so years of his life and that he could’ve had a happy childhood with an actual family who loved him if the Federation hadn’t sent him away

Bagi told Cellbit that she’d be there for him even if he started killing again

Cellbit got confirmation that Bad kidnapped that missing worker

Cellbit also made a very important point: the Federation is spreading itself thin trying to find this missing worker

Cellbit told Bad that his proposed revolution would not exclude regular Federation workers unless they betrayed the Federation because, if they don’t, then they’re complicit in the Federation’s wrongdoings

And now we’re here with four dead Federation workers and a Federation clearly struggling to keep things under control, and I think that that’s the point. The Federation has spread itself too thin.

We saw this even in Cucurucho’s presentation during the Mini-Me event when it basically admitted that the Feds have no idea what happened to the president. And then we have the Mini-Mes themselves: they’re clearly meant to be protection of some kind for the workers because they can fight at certain levels, and they’re at least meant to be assistants. This was before the killings started, but it was after the Federation’s lower-rank workers started legit just not doing their jobs because they were too scared of getting kidnapped.

Cellbit has a history of taking people’s plans and adapting them to make them his own. His Regret Arc and subsequent Federation infiltration was directly inspired by hearing Quackity try and join the Feds and then Quackity telling him that to beat the Federation, you have to think like the Federation. And now we have Cellbit and Bad talking about how the Federation is creating openings in itself by expending so many resources trying to get the missing worker back, and we can already see the effects of the murders kinda making the Federation even weaker because, and no offense to Foolish, but they’ve legit had to outsource their murder investigation to him instead of using their own staff of A Rank investigators and Security Guards.

If this is Cellbit killing these people, he’s doing it to try and break the Federation to the point of the island’s rebels being able to actually hit the Feds where it hurts and try and take them down. He said himself that he already had an idea as to how to get an opening for his little revolution idea, and he told Bad that it would happen within a week of their conversation. The first body appeared four or five days later.

Cellbit is tired. We know this. He says that he wants to spend time with his family, but he’s also got one hell of a martyr complex going on where he thinks he’s better off dead than he is alive if it means helping people. We’ve seen this in him for months between him running for president to die for Forever, him legitimately banking on getting killed by the Federation during a hypothetical custody trial to get everyone to see how bad the Feds are, him blowing himself up to prove a point, him taking all the fall for the Mini-Me infiltration and accepting the punishment that’ll go with it, and maybe now we’re seeing it in him killing these workers and leaving clues pointing towards it being him.

Cellbit could be killing these workers to start a revolution that he’ll never see finished because he might be expecting to die before the end of it.

#qsmp #started this post last night and here it is

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maitadori · 11 months

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Hi there love,

How are ya doing ?

…So exams are hurting my soul right now, I hate uni 😭

If you have time can you do a little something, where blade and jing yuan (or just blade if you choose only one) where they are distracting their s/o from studying or completing their paper work. If you can, can you make it nsfw 💕

KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF nsfw blade, jing yuan x fem!reader, separately

content warning : blades is modern. reader is wearing a skirt in jing yuan’s fingering (blade), dry jumping (jing yuan) nothing much else really

a/n : hiiii tysm for requesting me!! and to answer u i am doing preeetty good, i’ve been somewhat busy and burnt out (even though i barely write to begin with) so i’m trying to get back in the groove. you actually sent this ask awhile back and i am so sorry it took me so long to respond 😭.. but i hope ur exams weren’t too much of a pain in the ass. and i hope this is up to your standards!!! this is kinda small but if i tried going into the actual stuff i would’ve lost motivation 2 write.

requests are open btw plz request me i want smth to do

do u guys notice that i don’t have a posting schedule. idk if anyone actually does but

DARK CONTENT BLOGS AND MINORS PLZ DNI!!!

BLADE :

blade was insatiable

something the both of you were already aware of

in his defense you looked sexy even when you were just sitting there

so could you really blame him for wanting to undress you even when whatever you were doing was so mundane?

he laid on your bed, taking in the scent of you on your pillow as he watched you shuffle through papers

your focused face had him staring

the way your eyes squinted, the way you clicked your tongue whenever something irritated you, or when you huffed out sighs like every three seconds due to exhaustion

his eyes then dropped to look at the glossiness of your lips as you bit them in a fruitless attempt to concentrate

he could feel his pants tighten the longer he stared

he could feel embarrassed. he should feel embarrassed. but he really can’t bring himself to care about the details, all he knew was he wanted you. bad.

so when you look up at him through your lashes once he approaches your desk and you blink, clueless. he’s far reached past his breaking point

“blade! you can’t be serious! i really have to nnn-” you’re cut off as he curls his fingers in a certain angle — putty in his hands within mere seconds, you’re barely able to speak coherently, “i have to study!”

“you’ve been doing that all day,” he groans out, watching your contorting face with rapt attention, resisting the urge to get the foreplay over with and shove himself inside you.

if anything he should be getting praised for holding out this long.

blade has you on your back as he hovers over you, fingers buried in the depths of you as he observes every twitch and jerk. a certain stroke of his has your eyes rolling behind your eyelids — a sight that has blade taking your lips immediately.

the kiss is rough and desperate, it alone conveys how much blade wants — no, needs you. he’s biting your lips, sucking your tongue and practically your life force as you go limp from the ferocity of it all.

“you— haah — you came to me knowing i’d be.. be busy! it’s not my fault you don’t listeeennn!!!” your leg jerks and you impulsively try kicking him away as your climax approaches. he’s curling the sweet spot within you so efficiently that your mind goes blank.

all you can do is chant his name as if he were your god, drunk on him and his touch.

he gets harder at the sight of you losing yourself, not even aware that it was possible — but of course you of all people prove him wrong.

as your vision goes white and your cries echo throughout the house once you fall over the edge, blades easing you through it, rubbing your clit as you moan in ecstasy. once blade is sure that your orgasm has passed and you go lax against your pillows, he makes haste to unbuckle and undress himself. he’d be damned if he wasn’t inside you before the minute ended.

your arms are over your eyes as you pant heavily. you’re exhausted beyond belief and as of now, studying is the last thing on your mind. it isn’t until you hear the clanking of metal together that you peek from behind your arms.

lo and behold, blade pulling his thick cock from the confines of his boxers. your eyes bulge and you look up at him questioningly. “w-wait.. you’re not..”

“what’d you think i was prepping you for?” he asks, tone raspy and somewhat condescending.

you dig your elbows into the pillows to sit you up, but blade pushes you back against the bed with one hand and cock in the other. “you’re crazy if you think i’m gonna go any longer without fucking you.”

“i have exams soon, can’t it wait?”

“it can’t.”

before you could try and say anything more, his slaps the tip of his cock against your clit, rubbing against it in an up and down motion. your eyes roll back and your tongue goes heavy.

you couldn’t find it in you to care about your studies when he filled you all the way to the hilt. this was much better anyways.

JING YUAN :

one thing about jing yuan is that he is extremely persuasive and convincing.

you had to admit it was both his worst and best trait

when his voice is suave and deep, it’s almost like you’re being lured in by a siren

and you hate the effect he has on you, because it’s always hard to say no

not only that but he’s extremely shameless. he isn’t afraid or embarrassed of showing his attraction towards you

so when he wants something from you, he has you wrapped around his finger within mere moments.

he’s swarming you like a mosquito, buzzing in your ear with his voice, you resist the urge to swat him

he has an extremely important meeting next week that needs to be arranged accordingly, but jing yuan is more interested in feeling you up.

usually you’d have no qualms about this and you’d accept easily, and you’re sure that no matter what jing yuan does, his reputation as the general will stay strong

but the idea of people thinking badly of him has your stomach stirring

so you scold and you wave him away, all in vain, really.

because if jing yuans anything else other than persuasive and charismatic, it’s stubborn.

he leans down to nip your neck lightly with his canines and you hate to admit how quickly you melted

jing yuan’s lips are hot on yours. you can feel him fighting off a smile as he devours you whole. he has you straddling him on his chair, papers haphazardly moved about as you try to find balance on the desk behind you.

jing yuan’s hands know no bounds, for they touch any skin they find. he’s caressed you from your neck and collarbones to the hem of your panties. he makes sure to give your chest good attention too. teasing just under your bra and chuckling at your desperate whining.

“ah. but didn’t you say you had to work? maybe we should stop,” he says that, yet he’s smirking. he hasn’t even taken off your shirt yet, and you have half the mind to go back to work and try and act as if his behavior doesn’t affect you so heavily.

you’re silent, coherency on its last thread. jing yuan is aware and decides to give you a little break.

he gestures for you to lift your arms, and despite the weakness in them, you use your last remaining bits of strength to give jing yuan leeway of ridding you of your shirt.

and before you can do anything else, his teeth are kissing bruises into your skin, soothing them with pecks of his lips right after.

your fingers go behind his neck to grip the roots of his hair and your head tilts back as your lips part to make shape of his name.

jing yuan’s lips are occupied so he decides to busy his hands as well. his thumb teases the curve of your nipple that’s glossy from his saliva as his other thumb nears dangerously close to your clothed clit. he eagerly lifts your skirt to make way for his hand, anticipation going through the roof at the feel of your heavily soaked panties.

“tell me where you want me,” he groans out.

“touch me here,” you whimper, placing his hand right against your panties.

his smirk returns and his voice takes on a condescending tone, “but i am touching your there, aren’t i?”

“jing yuan!!” you moan breathily, voice coated in half pleasure and half anger. at the sound jing yuan’s lips curl into a smile.

a ghost of his finger right over where you needed him most has a loud whine leaving your lips. it’s not exactly what you wanted, but with your general, you’d take what you could get.

but you don’t even notice how quick you gyrate your hips in search of that familiar friction. you unintentionally shoved jing yuan’s face in your chest, your face in his hair and arms moved to wrap around his neck as you moan prettily.

you’ve hit the point where your mind is blank and only in search of pleasure, something that jing yuan experiences with you a lot.

but instead of disciplining you for this behavior as he usually would when you got out of hand, he sets his heavy hands on your waist to help guide your movement, teeth nipping at your skin. he’s happy with his decision once your noises get louder and your grip around his tightens.

jing yuan’s mind clouds and he can’t help admitting that he likes this side of you, the side of you that cares not for his pleasure and just wants to use him for your own.

jing yuan taglist : @ceylestia @comettheasteroid @voidsatoru @blazervain @meaningofaeons

blade taglist : @shrimp-anon @caesadele i just realized how small my blade taglist is omg

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anantaru · 1 year

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✦ ۫ 𑄼ల۫ ۪ DEC 1ST — FAVORITE WINTER ACTIVITIES

featuring: kaeya, venti, zhongli, kaveh, tighnari, cyno, kazuha, ayato x gn! reader

genre: fluff, crack, alcohol, ૮⍝◠ ·̫ ◠⍝ა | event.

✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

doing the polar bear plunge = jumping into ice water

the both of you had talked about it a while back, kaeya needed to raise a remarkable amount of mora for the knights of favonius and figured why not hold an event?

jumping into the freezing cold with nothing but bathing garments on sounded fun to him, also the idea to watch everyone struggle had an hilarious afterthought awakened in his mind.

even though you did have your reservations towards his little gathering, in the end you agreed to host it with him, under the condition that you were going to be responsible for the towels and beverages.

call it, a little safety measurement, so no one would question why you weren't jumping into the biting cold.

listening to the cries and gasps of everyone getting engulfed by the freeze had a shiver run down the entirety of your spine, developing cold feet.

at first, you figured that because you were one of the hosts, not to mention his s/o, kaeya wouldn't necessarily ask you to submerge your entire body into the icy water with him.

naturally, you did your best to be responsible for your appointed task, aiding warm beverages to the people who actually did it, getting a couple of towels for their disposal as well so everything was comfortable to them.

nevertheless, you could say you were sort of naive to think that kaeya would let you get off the hook that easily with him eyeing you up and down the whole time. Carefully, he managed his way to you, his blood boiling in a desperate attempt to keep his body on an even temperature.

"what do we have here?" he watched you place a tea filled cup on the table, his voice playful and matching his confident eyes. "my answer is no." you made no move to look at him nor voice anything additional to your sentence, crossing your arms around your body to still the shivers you experienced from the icy weather.

"if you're scared, that's okay, you can be honest about it." damn you kaeya, his love for provoking you would never fall short, taking an insane amount of pride into his play, quirking his brow up with a humorous twinkling in his eyes.

"the people of mondstadt will surely think you did your best.. kinda!"

your temper sparked, how dare he, a flicker of irritation made your eyes twitch when you suddenly unzipped your jacket, the swirling cold moving in to envelope the warmth of your blood, your natural defence against such ice falling short.

"shut up and lets get this over with then."

your unrelenting determination to prove your boyfriend wrong surged through you with kaeya chuckling at your expression, you were so incredibly attractive, his hands flying to his shirt to unbutton it with you until you were bare with only your bathing garments being on.

with the way you were sulking in your stance, kaeya tangled his fingers into yours, holding you close as he guided the way. Scanning the crowd for any signs of a threat, you continued to lower your head, noticing that you were now, indeed, in front of the cold half frozen lake.

"maybe that wasn't a good idea after all."

the hair off your neck rose from both nervousness and cold as you slowly backed away with kaeya then not letting you wiggle out of his hand.

"oh? I didn't perceive you as someone who'd break their promises."

through a cheeky smirk, he watched how your deadly eyes shoot daggers at him. Kaeya was certain that if looks could indeed kill, he'd be very much dead by now and buried by you.

rolling your eyes and gritting your teeth together, you put up a tall fence, breathing in and holding your breath as you closed your eyes, nodding at your boyfriend to somehow symbolize that you were almost ready, at this point you wanted to get it over with.

it was of a sudden moment, in a sliding second, as fast as the wind when an unnatural breeze with such an intense force, as if produced by a god, pushed the both of you into the freezing cold, embracing your bodies with icy water that had you almost pass out from it.

"kaeya!" you spat, believing it was him who did it and being mad that he didn't warn you beforehand. He immediately rose up, rubbing the water off his face with his bangs sticking to his forehead.

"it wasn't me i swear!"

✦ 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

making homemade hot chocolate

venti's mind tinkered with afterthoughts, was he supposed to tell you that he added rum into the hot chocolate? an excessive amount at that?

you know what? nope, probably not.

being crafty and cooking was something the both of you would try ever so often, most of the times it was venti who would drink sweet apple cider while he watched you intently, baking a nice cake or simply preparing dinner for tonight.

yes, he himself even agreed that he was super lazy when it came to cooking, but how could he pass up on the idea of looking at you all day!

for this time of the year he bought you an apron with a little snowman on top of it, it had a smile painted on its features as well and looks as pretty as you.

of course, since you were so eager to try out to make your own hot beverage this time, venti braced himself, for once helping you.

in all seriousness, the moment he mentioned rum you thought he was joking.

it wasn't as if you didn't know his love for alcohol, but in hot chocolate?

really venti, really?

brushing it off as nothing but a silly joke of his, you continued to cut the chocolate into small pieces, preparing the milk on a stove and telling venti to look after it so it wouldn't burn.

all he did was nod a reply at you, ever so often eyeing the small bottle of rum he borrowed, no, he "bought" at the angels share the other day, growing curious and intrigued.

before anything, venti made sure you were still occupied, your hands skillfully preparing the dark chocolate when he got a hold of the bottle, carefully twisting the cap before spilling some of the rum into the milk, getting rid of it right after so you wouldn't notice.

afterwards venti prepared some cups while you threw the chocolate into the milk that had a somewhat weird smell ?

you used the whisk to properly stir the mixture to turn it into an even drink, being happy on how excited he suddenly became, wiggling in his footing and almost salivating at the thought to taste the warm beverage on his taste buds.

little did you know, by the end of his little scheme you were on the brink of destruction, cheeks prickling with an intense warmth and your ears standing stiff, the rum swirling the rational parts of your brain away into a haze when you watched venti gobble it all up.

"what did you do?"

getting a somewhat clear grasp on what you assumed had happened, it all came down falling into place at last, giving him a side eye.

"don't tell me you put wine into this."

"don't be silly, it's rum! wine would completely overthrow the natural aroma of the chocolate you put in."

wiggling himself towards you in a contagious laugh, you frowned as he spoke again. "we did a great job, don't you think?"

✦ 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

having a tea party with friends

brewing tea was something zhongli not only adored practicing during the colder days, he somewhat viewed it as a general hobby of his.

he'd make sure to tell and explain each step to you, sometimes going too in depth about certain topics yet that was something you certainly loved about your boyfriend, on how interested and knowledgable he was.

making it your duty to gather everyone together, you delivered the hand written letters to the small tea gathering yourself, visiting both wangshu inn and liyue harbor before stopping by to collect a couple of ingredients zhongli required.

truth being said, as years went by, the little tea party surely developed into a tiny tradition between friends. Every year, you waited patiently for its return and being utterly thrilled once the cold season approached again.

zhongli himself grew quite fond of it as well, viewing it as a historical convention and holding it within his memories and great respect.

with that, everything was set in stone, at last the guests you had invited had arrived and you aided zhongli for the few minor arrangements that had to be met.

after finishing greeting everyone and walking them to the table, he had pulled you back into the kitchen, in a disguise to make you assist him once more in grabbing snacks.

"we did a great job this year, don't you think so too? even xiao came!"

you voiced your unreservedly happiness to him, his eyes meeting yours and shining like gold as his heart leaped up from joy, his spirit blooming deep inside him.

"indeed, after all i am fortunate enough to have you as my helper."

you savored the feeling of contentment for a while, slightly forgetting the guests which were located a room right next to you as he placed his hand on your cheek in admiration.

there was a raw emotion from his touch alone, the warm feeling of his breath intoxicating as he pulled you towards him.

a faint kiss saying more than thousands of words combined.

✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

drawing together

with you, snuggled close together while you nestled yourself in between his legs, kaveh wrapped his arms around your body.

he continued to watch you work a brush on the canvas, you didn't notice it but his facial expression was of a proud one, loving one, utterly happy whenever he saw you engage in his passion with him.

"wait let me show you how to get a better result out of this."

for him, it was a natural human response to help people, kaveh always did what he seemed as right and he couldn't be more happier when you showed great interest in the arts as well.

he was a strong defender of it after all, contentment tiptoeing into his heart when you curiously observed his skillfulness work wonders on the canvas, trying your best to memorize everything he was teaching you.

it had gotten quite cold for a while, the freezing air was becoming uncomfortable and was deemed the reason you decided to stay in tonight instead of going out, spending some quality time with each other.

the positive effect of painting aided both your soul and being, you treasured each and every moment of it and continued to bath in its bliss.

not to mention how soothing it was to have kaveh so close to you, to have him share his body heat with you and caress your skin.

"you're getting better at this." he hung his head low into the nook of your neck and mumbled, pointing towards the even gloss of the paint you had applied earlier.

"you're just saying that to be nice."

nudging your head to the side to give him a quick kiss, you shifted your weight from left to right, being slightly embarrassed by his compliment.

using your enhanced motivation which came from his sweet talking, you looked around the canvas to watch kaveh gather a sponge, lightly dabbing it on the applied paint and smothering it over.

"Ii'm not lying! i'd never!"

frowning in disbelieve, he offered you your brush back, cheeks flushed against on another as you felt his warm breath tickle your skin.

praise of someone as talented as kaveh always made your heart flutter, filling your belly with contagious butterflies when you at last, turned to exchange glances, kissing the tip of his nose and exchanging flattery without words.

✦ 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈

taking a winter hike

to stride out each morning and to sole upon the cold snowy mountains of dragonspine was something your boyfriend tighnari was anticipating for months.

finally, when both of your schedules allowed it, you took it upon yourself to get everything ready and travel to mondstadt's coldest area.

being a forest watcher in his home nation, naturally the interest in various plants and animals took a huge grasp on tighnari, he couldn't wait to explore the new region together with his significant other.

"the ecosystem in this place is remarkable, i have to take notes and a few samples for further experimentations."

honestly, if someone would spot you both, one would think you came here for work and not a little vacation in between tight working schedules.

needless to say, those particular moments you cherished as well, loving every inch of your boyfriend.

it was sugary sweet in your eyes how his sensitive ears would wiggle with every breeze of the raw cold swirling around them.

the stingy sensation of the sheer freeze on dragonspine caused a tiny uncomfortable feeling inside of you as you rubbed your hands together.

you watched tighnari build a middle sized bonfire for the both of you, skillfully proceeding to light it up in the process with a few fire sparks hitting the crystalized floor, melting it.

you took a moment to thank the archons for your lover and that he seemed to know the answer to quite literally everything.

the weather was accommodating, being entirely grateful that you found a half opened cave that would shield you from any unwelcoming scenarios, a swell of satisfaction viewable on your boyfriends face.

the evening sun glossed long shadows on the snowy ground, in addition with the orange tinge on the sky when you sat next to each other, intertwining your hands together in a soft embrace.

the sight of a pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw above you and even in this almost unbearable cold, you felt the radiant warmth of his hand in your heart, all the more growing.

✦ 𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎

decorating cookies

someone as stoic and mostly emotionless on the outside such as cyno, wouldn't possibly waste his time on decorating sugar cookies with you, right?

lets be honest, of course he would, he'd do whatever you'd ask him to do.

the last rays of the evening sunlight lit up the kitchen with your hands drawing small stars on a cookie, switching up between violet and white frosting.

with a frown, you heard your boyfriend speak:

"how does this look?"

cyno actually sounded quite displeased with himself, even going as far as to consider if he should've actually shown you the abomination of what he called a cookie in the first place.

"it looks nice, i like how you used every single item we have on this one cookie." at least he tried and that made you happy, bristling with excitement you giggled to yourself.

for his next try, you gave him an expert tip, said tip being that he shouldn't drown the cookie in frosting next time.

"hey, what do you call a smart cookie from sumeru?"

oh archons please no, the irritation in your facial expression was hilarious, more so comical as you debated whether you should even ask in the first place, which you in the end, still did. "no, what?"

"akademiya nut."

a quiet that was defeating roamed through you with your eyes digging daggers into him, raising your brow and bubbling out a choked laugh.

"you know, it's actually quite funny, (cyno is giggling to himself) because the background behind this joke i made up is that the words academiya nut rhyme with macadamia nut which is a special nut from an ancient world. i first heard about it from tighnari."

the loudest of noise you could hear in the kitchen was your breathing and his giggle, as there was no other competing sounds to overthrow it, maybe the very thing you perceived as silence.

cyno soon realized that his joke, again, didn't land, as he scratched the back of his neck, his stance defeating.

"not funny? that was one of my better ones."

✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

having a snowball fight

"you'll be defeated today, kazuha!"

after mere seconds post warning and declaration, the air was thick with the first of many snowballs which were severely solid and icy, shooting towards your boyfriends direction.

little did you know he already had a full stack ready for his own disposal, piled up and somehow they looked even bigger than the ones you built.

the snow was showered in crystalline fragments that held a contagious glint in the wintry light, glowing.

"careful now." he taunts you, grabbing one of the snowballs before targeting you, throwing it but missing you as you harshly jolted to the side.

ducking down behind a hedge, you formed another ball, this time bigger and with more ice, debating whether it would actually fly faster this way.

all the other times the both of you had battled each other in the past, kazuha would come out as the victor.

you didn't think he'd cheat with his anemo vision but the thought still continued to soothe your pride, knowing you already lost so many times to him.

something in his enthusiasm was contagious as well, those games that may seem childish to others, placed a moment of pure crushing happiness and wonders in you.

your deep chilly fingers were digging into the snowball and getting ready to throw it towards kazuha as all of a sudden, in a split second, without a way for you to escape, a snowball came rushing towards you, exploding onto your chest.

a win would have been sweet, yet you lost again as kazuha came running towards you with a big fat smile plastered on his face.

"did i hurt you?"

typical him, you figured, he's always so attentive even when you are battling each other.

"i think you hit my throat."

instantly, the worry was washing over him as his eyes took a haunted look, discomfort on his face and asking himself if he overdid it this time.

lines of stress were appearing on his forehead as he advanced towards your body to place his cold hand on your shuddering skin when you immediately charged a snowball right back into his face, at once hitting his forehead.

"HA!"

the warm air of your revenge cheering sounds made kazuha shake his head in a chuckle and his heart skipping a beat as he realized you had tricked him.

he rubbed the crystalized snow off his face when his eyes sparkled with kindness and relief, but also revenge, thinking of a million ways to get back at you for this.

✦ 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

learning a new skill (knitting and crocheting)

comfortably sitting next to each other in a warm embrace, you watched ayato struggle with the fabric in his hand, his brows knitted together with a couple wrinkles appearing on his forehead.

"how insolent."

you weren't sure if he cursed at himself or the material, or both, but watching the oh so smart yashiro commissioner struggle for once was somewhat satisfying, more so adorable.

his fingers wiggled fast in a routine thoma had showed you both a few hours ago. For some reason, you were quite the natural at this, becoming more adapted to your newfound hobby with each minute, unlike your boyfriend, that is.

the tiny blue cloth in ayato's hands was bejewelled with an array of different sized and clumsy stitches, extending from his knitting needles.

"wait, do it like this." attempting to show your boyfriend the fabric you were working on, he frowned in disbelief on how much he sucked at this.

"how did you do that?"

by the time he had figured that out, his fingers tensed together, straining from how tight he held onto the needle in frustration.

his downward gaze was to die for, he could be so cute and lovable without even realizing!

"look at you struggling for once." your lose lipped smile suggested you were humouring the situation with ayato shooting you a deadly look, eyes taunting but laughing at his own failure together in an instant.

"i will simply ask thoma to re-do my work."

ayato's face was heavy and unfocused by the end, he has been working on this for hours now and it didn't work once, not even when he threw the other three failed garments away to start over from scratch!

it was pointless.

his eyes drifted shut as he laid the fabric next to him, honestly done with all of this, motioning you to come closer.

"it's not that bad, lets try again later."

ayato just hummed a reply to you, placing a mental note in his head to never do this again and scrubbing his eyes with his knuckles when you slipped him into your embrace, giggling at his expression.

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rzyraffek · 6 months

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This is my first time doing an ask, but I was wondering if I could request an ftm/ftnb reader x slasher fic (any character you think would fit/any character you want to add) where the reader has trouble breathing in the winter/cold and wearing their binder just makes it worse and their whole body is sore due to going up and down stairs so much so they can't keep up with the slashers longer strides and has to run after them.

Like, if the reader and the slashers were at the zoo or somewhere outside and the reader just started to take SUPER deep breaths just to be able to breathe normally or just to get air; especially after walking up or down stairs or hills.

And at one point the reader just gets tired of having to take so many deep breaths so they just go the the bathroom and take off their and layer two jackets over their shirt since they didn't bring an extra bra.

And like about 20 minutes later, reader STILL has to take super deep breaths just to actually breathe and having to run after the slashers just to be able to walk next to them; but with how sore reader is, they can't keep up with their partner and often has to take 3-minute breaks just to be able to catch their breath.

Remember binder users! You should wear them only up to 6hours daily! Dont ruin your ribcage!! I use to wear binder so yeah, I get it.

Anyways👹ofc i will write this!

So bacially, ftm s/o struggles with breathing due to binder and weather! You didn't specified which slashers so I will just go with flow on this one!

Slashers with s/o that struggles with breathing due to binder

Micheal Myers

Don't worry dude is used to noises of people choking to death lol

But fr dude gets a bit worried? He doesn't like how sometimes s/o has to take breaks just to breathe

If you guys are in rush and s/o has to take a break dude will just "hell nah fuck this" and pick s/o up

Micheal really doesn't care about gender or sex. Your a dude? 👍. There's no need to 'prove it' or look certain way for him to belive you

Brahms Heelshire

Dude fr will set a timer on his phone so s/o won't 'overdose' binder 😭

Erm honey you are starting to hyperventilate, its time for a break dont you think?

Brahms acually did his homework and read bunch of articles about binders and now he understands way more😊👍

Darling remember to exercise before and after you wear it so it less uncomfy

Finds s/o very cute and squishes them too hard sometimes

Billy Lenz

????

The fuck?Are you suffocating or something? *judges*

What feels worse? Wearing binder a bit too tight or billy sitting on your chest while your trying to sleep?

Bro doesn't understand what is "gender dysphoria" and tired to hide s/o binder once cuz he didnt trust it

Lucky for you Billy doesn't go outside, so you don't have to worry about him getting lost walking faster than you

What are pronouns?

Jason Voorhees

Oh Jason you big baby

Jason just feels bad, cuz he knows that s/o feels less cool without the binder but baby you cant breathe😭

Of course he will wait for s/o and he won't rush them at all!

Will try to convince s/o to not wear binder so often. Jason sees you as a perfect boufriend weather you wear it or no

Genuinely worried about s/o health

Asa Emory

Ah creature, why would you think that wearing binder for whole day was a good idea?

Dude is smart, he already knew what binders are!

He is aware that trans people often struggle with dysphoria and he can't just be like "dont wear a binder lol" so he tries to calming explain that nono honey you are a man even if you don't have a flat chest i love you

If he finds out that s/o whats a top surgery, Asa went "Alr bet" and then your bank account blew up

Funfact! If s/o was openly trans before they met Asa... dude was convinced that s/o just has severe asthma 😭 he was like ??? Uh do you have your inhalator with you?? Or like is it temporary???

👽guys I ate good chicken today. With sauce

Also im not sure if its good? I kinda forgot how to write entering stuff😭😰

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #micheal myers #brahms heelsire #brahms x reader #micheal myers x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #billy lenz x male reader #micheal myers x you #micheal myers headcanons #jason vorhees headcanon #jason vorhees x reader #jason vorhees imagine #asa emory #brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader

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kenshimybeloved · 6 months

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Part 2 of me talking too fucking much about these men!

At this point in the story, we start to see Johnny filming everyone/everything that he finds interesting enough to include in his stories. The first thing we see him film is an interaction between Kung Lao and Raiden at Wu Shi Academy. As pictured, you can see Johnny finds them important enough to the story to film, but his face and body language aren’t exactly giving excitement- he’s more so just doing a task. Again- not that he dislikes Kung Lao and Raiden or that he finds them super boring- but at this point he’s just kinda filming to film. He then approaches the two and starts complaining about how long this all is taking, and how he needs something crazier to happen to include in his movies. This is when Kenshi walks up

[side note: THE WAY HE SHOWS UP ON SCREEN STRETCHING IN THIS SCENE DOES THINGS TO ME]

and immediately begins an argument with Johnny over his motives for being here. Despite training together for months, the two are still butting heads at every interaction- or so you’d think if you were any of the characters in the game. I want to take extra time here just to fully acknowledge the fact that this interaction is not only happening in a public space but directly in front of Kung Lao and Raiden who are the two original people of this conversation (Johnny really saw them having a good time and decided he needed to come in and whine about shit and Kenshi saw that as an opportunity to start an argument with him- can these bitches just let Lao and Raiden be happy together??). The conversation leads to the comment ‘my ex’ll rue the day she gave up on me’ from Johnny which immediately earns an eye roll from Kenshi and the sarcastic reply ‘so selfless.’ I want to note that Johnnys been here for months- he says “ex” casually enough to imply that at least most people know he’s going through a divorce but most people don’t know enough to know her actual name. Or, he’s specifically putting emphasis on the fact that they are very much over and Johnny is very much single in front of a certain somebody. Maybe a healthy balance of both. I also want to note that the way Johnny speaks of his ex wife is very much indicative of the fact that Johnnys motive currently is to redeem himself and prove to everyone that he isn’t a lost cause. These movies becoming a success is his only hope at this time. However, this also means his focus should be shifted from Sento onto his movies now, right? Wrong! You’d think since now he’s putting all of the pressure of getting his life together on these movies he’s be willing to give up the sword that used to symbolize his past life, but no. Even tho his focus is now on something he can do currently/in the future to get his life back on a track rather than fixating on an object from his past, he’s still clinging to Sento. Though he’s now looking forward, his goal is still centered around people from his past (him wanting to prove to everyone that left him that they were all wrong about him rather than fixing himself for his own sake). The argument escalates to Johnny calling Kenshi ‘tattoo’ and tells him he’s only here for his sword anyways.

[side note: him calling him tattoo despite Kenshis effort to cover up the majority of his tattoos means a couple of things- Johnny is studying Kenshi. As mentioned in my previous post, Johnny is absolutely infatuated with Kenshi and wants to know everything he can. It also means he’s poking at Kenshi, letting him know that though he may try to be reserved, Johnny will stop at nothing to get to know him. He’s just going to keep observing the little things about him until Kenshi can open up about the realer shit]

IMO, Johnny very clearly knows what Sento represents for Kenshi and saving his family is much more important than the sword itself (at this point it’s important to remember nobody knows of Sentos powers- it’s just a symbolic thing to Kenshi since it’s his family sword). Deep down he knows objectively this sword should go to Kenshi, but he’s unwilling to admit it. Here’s where a lot of headcanoning happens for me- since this is a new timeline, we can’t guarantee things we know about these characters from previous games are still true. However, based on how Johnny behaves, I think it’s safe to assume his relationship with his dad was still rough as a kid (is this mentioned in this timeline? I can only seem to remember it being mentioned in MK11). I headcanon that while his dad was abusive, his mother was his rock. Unfortunately, living with both a negative and a positive parent in the same house creates instability and often leads to things like NPD, BPD, Bipolar Disorder, etc. I don’t specifically think Johnny has any of these, but maybe just aspects here and there that show up. For example, when you grow up with your needs unmet and never being a priority of your parent’s, you learn to provide for yourself. Sometimes this can be in a healthy self sustaining way, and sometimes this can mean over compensating when you perceive that somebody doesn’t think your problems are very important- like Johnny knowing that Kenshi deserves the sword more than he does, but hearing him say it leads Johnny to double down and cling to the sword with his life. Anyways, this is getting too long so there will have to be a part 2 of my analysis of the scenes at Wu Shi Academy.

#mk1 #mortal kombat #johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #johnshi #johnny x kenshi #can you tell I spend too much time thinking about them #i just think they're neat #their arc together is so well done #I love every little detail about these two #navi rambles about johnshi

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lowkeyremi · 7 months

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His birthday k. bokuto

Remi's note: Happy birthday to my favorite owl, ily (also i wrote the sky-diving thing based on my own experience)

CW: established relationship, fluff, kinda rushed

"WOOHOO!" He screams, and you startle awake.

"W-what? Ko baby what's up?" You ask sleepily. You open your eyes, they're bleary and you're trying to comprehend what's going on right now.

"Honey get up! It's my birthday! Let's go celebrate!!" Bokuto spouts all at once. You'd think after a certain age people wouldn't care too much about their birthdays. Your husband proves you wrong because he is twenty-eight, and still excited like a two year old going to chuck-e-cheese for their birthday.

"Slow your roll, I still need to get up. I also need caffeine." You mumble. Those golden eyes watch as you sit up and blink slowly to adjust to the morning.

"Don't worry, sweetness! I already made you some (coffee or tea)!" He exclaims with a cup in his hand. How did that get there? You could have sworn that wasn't in his hand a few seconds ago.

When he hands you the mug you take a nice long sip with a loud exhale at the end. "Thanks, Ko."

"Mhm, what're you feeling today? I have a couple outfits picked out for ya!" He points to the dress where sure enough, there are three or four outfits laid out.

"Where are we going? You seem to wanna get a move on." The one thing that you never understood was why Bokuto wanted to spoil you on his birthday. He always takes you places and buys you stuff. He says 'seeing you happy makes me happy, and that's all I want for my birthday.'

Every year he tells you not to get him anything besides your love. Which is cheesy. You got him something.

This actually took a long time to plan because you had to think of something he wouldn't expect. Kuroo played a role in your surprise gift.

"Yeah I do. We're driving two hours today. The sooner we get there the better." You look at him in disbelief.

"Kotaro Bokuto." You say sternly.

"I promise this time it's gonna be something I wanna do." That's what he's said in the past and it was never true.

----

He watched you go through you're daily routine, smiling at every little thing. He was over excited about helping you with little things like slipping your shoes on or setting the timer so your makeup could dry.

You guys where ready to go around nine am. Bokuto stopped by his favorite restaurant to get breakfast to go for the ride.

"These burritos never fail!!" He exaggerates with a loud moan as he takes another huge bite.

"You are a piece of work." You sigh with a smile taking a bite out of your own burrito.

Throughout the ride Bokuto plays songs you used to listen to when he first met you. He purposely sung off key just to piss you off make you laugh.

He wanted to play road-trip games but you had to remind him countless times that he was DRIVING so he can't play road-trip games.

------

You really had no clue where he'd brought you. The place looked empty based on the amount of cars present in the parking lot. Before you can even process it, he opens your car door, "Come on honey, don't wanna be late."

Your hands are intertwined and he guides you into a small white building.

"I brought you to an indoor sky-diving place because I'm too scared to actually sky-dive, yet." He explains, a grin crosses your face when he mentions real sky-diving.

"Let's do it then!" You say excitedly.

Bokuto checks you two in for your reservation. The instructor takes you two back to a little room to teach you the basics of indoor sky-diving. She says it's similar to outdoor sky-diving. She shows you the three hand signals you'll need to know so the operate can know how you're feeling.

Once you two have grasped the concept so she brings you to the sky-diving area. Bokuto goes first, he looks so cute and funny swinging his legs all around in the glass cylinder trying to remember what the woman had taught him.

"Baby look! I'm flying!" He yells trying to flap like a bird, which messes up his flow and causes him to bump into the glass wall. Your giggle goes unnoticed as he exists the glass when the air stops flowing.

"Mrs. Bokuto, you're up!" The operator yells. After checking your helmet once more you're stepping into the cylinder.

Over all the experience was quite fun and you got some good pictures of your husband being silly.

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When you arrived home, you put your hand over Bokuto's eyes in order to keep him from looking.

You motion to Kuroo who is already in you're house looking at you waiting for the signal.

"Okay Ko, open them up!" He opens his eyes and you remove your hand. Standing round your kitchen table is Tsukki, Kuroo, Akaashi, Kenma, Atsumu, Hinata, and surprisingly Sakusa.

"Happy birthday!!" They all say in unison.

"I wanted you to celebrate with your friends, so outside I set up the net so you guys can play a few rounds of volleyball." You say meekly with a huge smile plastered on your face.

"Babyyyyyy." Bokuto drags out with a smile.

"Thank you so much! Come on guys! Let's go play some volleyball before it gets super late!" Bokuto kisses you. When he detaches his lips from you, he grabs your arm and drags you out to come play volleyball with all his friends.

#bokuto hcs #kotaro bokuto #bokuto #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #hq bokuto #kotaro bokuto x reader #bokuto x fem!reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #kotaro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #bokuto koutaro x reader

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megbanned · 3 days

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Ik I said the Doll one in a reblog but shhhh

Evil AU ideas ig?? Idk I just woke up from a nap my mind is going in circles

Evil!Doll:

-Never committed a murder in her life

- you know what? In fact shes Hemophobic (or whatever the equivalent term is for oil instead of blood) and will faint at the sight of oil

- Her worst crime was stealing Evil!Uzis pink cat eraser and glitter pen

Evil!Lizzy:

- Not popular

- not a cheerleader

- is the nerd outcast instead of the one bullying need outcasts

Evil!Thad:

- Hates sports

- Isn't as nice and chill and cool :( he's kinda an asshole instead

- despite that he's secretly s coward, when the DDs attack he hides instead of trying to fight

Evil!Cyn:

- NOT POSESSED BY THE SOLVER?! Real!!

- we don't see a lot of her as herself, but instead of her and N having a caring sibling relationship they instead have a rivalry & argue a lot

- Instead of being kinda shy/hiding behind N and clinging to him like in Ep5, she's instead overly confident

Evil!Absolute Solver

- Not Evil

- Instead of destroying planets they either fix them or create new artificial planets

- Hasn't killed Tessa!

Evil!Tessa:

- Not dead (yay)

- Hasn't actually rescued any of the manor drones, her parents did instead (in this Tessa would dislike them whilst her parents like them)

- Annoyed by N

HOHOHO

Some of these ideas are canon! Let's see 👀

Evil!Doll:

-She is very talkative and maybe a little jealous of Evil!Uzi since she is the sweetest person in the class and with whom everyone gets along well while Doll only appears to be good, because she is hiding something... (I still need to think about this)

Evil!Lizzy:

-Yep!, that's correct with her!

Evil!Thad:

-Yes too!, he is the bully until DDs appears just to hide!

Evil!Cyn:

-Originally brought to Tessa being affected by the AS, however she begins to regain consciousness. -As she regained consciousness and control of her body she became more confident. -Has a certain rivalry with N, at certain points she makes him look bad on purpose. -Tessa's favorite drone. -More will be added-

Evil!Absolute Solver:

-Created by humans as some form of hacking the JCJenson company! -The AS was implanted in Cyn to cause a disaster and boycott the company, but now Cyn is aware of this and thinks that humans only want to kill each other using other drones, she will prove them wrong, and will end them... humans should never have given uncontrollable powers to an IA -More will be added-

Evil!Tessa:

-She's alive!! -Yep! -Her parents brought the drones for her to give her more company (although they are both loving and care for her a lot), Tessa still had to continue learning to live with other people (in this case the drones), but J was somewhat lazy, V was very uncontrolled, N looked very tormented and Cyn… she was different, she was very good to Tessa, but it was just a mask. -Yep, was annoyed by N (caused by V and Cyn)

#asks!#evil!au

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oldshrewsburyian · 2 months

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I don't know if the viking age is your area of expertise, but I saw certain comments in this post about vikings: https://wwwdottumblrdotcom/cracked/160025927549/why-everything-you-know-about-vikings-is-a-lie?source=share

that I would like to ask you about.

The post comes from the comedy website Cracked and states "relative to their era, medieval scandinavians were big-time democrats, feminists and neat-freaks. Vikings were some of the cleanest people in world-history."

In the comment section some people are sceptical of these claims which is kinda understandable.

For example, some question the claim about being the cleanest people in the world because of testimony from the Arab visitor ibn Fadlan: "as a historian, i gotta say, it's highly relative and heavily depends on a point of view. I read a transcript of a info letter from an arab ambassador currently residing in scandinavia. He was disgusted and pretty much said that the northern folk were filthy pigs. Which in terms if hygiene brits < scandinavians <<<<<<<<<<<< arabs"

and

"speaking as someone with an MA in medieval history I feel that he is spinning this a little heavy. I mean have any of you read the primary accounts of Ahmad ibn Fadlan meeting the Vikings?"

and as for feminism, a comment from someone with "historian" in their bio states: "They weren't even that feminist to their own people, its theorised that part of the reason they started raiding was because they'd skewed their own gender ratio badly through gender selective infanticide, so there were more men than women. Women held power in that society because viking men wanted their bodies and had too few to go around.

So men went raiding either in intense competition to get gifts and treasures for a woman, or else to try and take women slaves. The vikings were so not feminist that they unleashed a wave of terror on much of the European coast in a quest to get laid. It doesn't get much less feminist than that."

I want to ask for your takeaway on these statements; is the account by Ibn Fadlan prove anything about hygiene in early medieval scandinavia in general, and would it be possible to conclusively judge whether the "vikings" were "feminist" or not?

Hello! It's been a while! I see that you come to me with... the "historians" of the comedy website Cracked. The short answers to your questions are "no" and "no, but also the Vikings were not feminist, give me strength."

Also, whoever is writing "as a historian" is writing as a history major at best, I'm guessing; they're repeating inaccurate clichés about hygiene and also misidentifying Ibn Fadlan's Rihla as an "info letter."

To address your points sequentially:

"big-time democrats" Hahahaha no. First of all, local governance was the norm in the global Middle Ages, everywhere from China to India to England. (This is why the "I thought we were an autonomous collective" joke in Monty Python is so funny.) At the top of the social hierarchy, some kind of cooperation between ruler and advisory body was also the norm. But because the Vikings had assemblies without crowned rulers, some racists looking for The Origins of Democracy™ have said "Aha! A Proto-Democracy™!" ...no.

"feminists" ...this is based on a lot of hypothesizing. Moreover, it's based on an old-fashioned way of doing history that looks more narrowly at a narrower source base than is the norm today. It's also based on the not-always-correct assumption that raiding parties must have been exclusively male. Anyway, the "feminists" argument rests on the assumption that because women were trusted to manage the economy and everything while the Vikings were off viking (the verb is for raiding, originally), and because they had certain legal privileges, they must have had better cultural status than their peers in other European societies. But again: women being fully involved in the economy is the norm in premodern Europe in ways it is not after Europe invents The Private/Domestic/Feminine Sphere™ in, oh, about 1750. The Private Sphere For Delicate Women, of course, is only for the middle classes. Then there's the whole Viking thing about men being shamed for doing "womanly" magic-use in saga literature.

"neat-freaks" Sigh. I think this comes from one (1) chronicle reference, which I've been failing to track down this morning, in which the male author is bemoaning the fact that the Vikings' comely appearance, braids, and perfumes enable them to entice local women. Taking this claim at face value requires a lot of willful ignorance about how alternate models of masculinity are rhetorically used in premodern sources, to say nothing about willful ignorance about the realities of sexual violence. This is also to say nothing about poor Ibn Fadlan's horrified account of men spitting and blowing their noses into a communal washing bowl.

...There are many affordable, accessible books on the European Middle Ages; series of public-facing online articles; and yet people cook things like this up on Cracked.com. I don't get paid enough.

#bad medievalism bingo #asks and answers #history side of tumblr #medieval

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Do you think Shinichi is also putting a facade?

Hmmm. I think that with Shinichi it's complicated.

The way I see Kaito, he is just a normal guy who CAN have normal relationships up to a certain point, he has his own safe space, he has his normal every day to day routine... So his life is not THAT different, he has these extra things he has to add to that, like planning for heists, pretending ignorance and innocence in front of his close ones and shutting people out if they try to cross his limits, which is added to the fact that his social circle is very small too. But even if he's got to be alert because of these things, he still has the structure of his routine life and safe space, which makes it easier for him too to be alert when he needs to be. The fact that after all this time he sTILL refuses to accept or comply to Hakuba telling him more or less directly that he's Kid kinda proves that. He still has energy to keep that mask on at all times he HAS to have it on.

For Shinichi... It's much more complicated. He doesn't have a safe space. He doesn't. He has to be wearing the mask CONSTANTLY. If he had in the end let's say lived at Agasa's house, maybe it could've been a little easier for him mentally because as soon as the door closed, inside of Agasa's house he could act like himself, but he can't do that, and it's gotta be... Exhausting. The people who KNOW and he can act normally are, sadly, sort of out of his routine, he doesn't see Agasa everyday (not now that he's Conan, he probably did before though), he doesn't see Heiji every day either,... He sees Ai at school, but it's not completely safe either because the kids are around, they meet mostly at school, again, not a safe space either... It's complicated. I feel like Conan's mask cracks easier for two reasons: one: he's not specially good at lying and he doesn't like to do it (he's got his moments). Two: he's tired. It's gotta be EXHAUSTING to act completely different as you would normally at all times, that's why he cracks, that's why he messes up more, that's why when with people who KNOW he indulges so much and then of course messes up too. So is Shinichi wearing a mask, is he putting up a facade? Sure, but not completely. His personality bleeds more through his mask than Kaito's imo, because he has to keep it on all the time and THAT is not easy. For example, he falls comfortable at times with the kids and takes this more mature stance with them, took the role of the older brother even being the smallest child on the group, and they let him, because they're kids.

And of course he takes EVERY opportunity he can get to take the mask off (he takes antidotes when possible, he wants to go on dates with Ran and take her to a nice restaurant and tell her his feelings, he wants to go on a school trip with the rest of his mates and with the love of his life...) because he's tired.

Shinichi and Kaito have similarities but are also very different, it's interesting to explore!

#detective conan #dcmk #ask me!#shinichi kudo

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enchantestuff · 2 years

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solace - charles leclerc

summary: working in the same line of work with your ex-boyfriend is difficult, especially when the hatred for one another is still very fresh, but what happens when one small moment of kindness changes their perception of one another

once again not my gif!!

warnings: 18+. toxic!Charles, toxic!reader too kinda, break up, mentions of cheating, mentions of both charles and daniel being screwed over by their teams, name calling, arguments, foul language, choking, angry!charles, dom!charles, jealousy, pet names, angst, unresolved feelings, fingering, edging, wrap it before u tap it, not proof read in the slightest

6.1k words - my longest one yet

a/n theres a big monolague with daniel as although this fic isnt about him i had to express my love for him one way or another and for that i apologise x

Things between you and Charles Leclerc had once been amazing.

There used to be a point in your life where you didn't perceive him to be the most entitled and egotistical prick to ever exist, one where you actually held him in a positive light and, in all honesty, thought the world of him. One where you would console him after crappy races - sticking by his side when the media became too heavy on his shoulders and comforting him in private where nobody else could see.

That was a few months ago, however, back when you still worked for Ferrari, back when there was no “ex” in front of “boyfriend” whenever mentioning Charles in a passing conversation. Back when the two of you actually trusted one another - before thoughts of cheating and various other scandals infiltrated both your minds and caused the tragic downfall of your relationship.

Headlines of him in the media conversing with other girls were something you had gotten used to during your relationship, as well as the various DMS from fans, sending you photos they had taken, or found on the internet, of an unknowing Charles speaking with a female, or even engaging in a selfie. You were aware many people were waiting for the downfall of your relationship, you just didn’t expect the said downfall to occur when the rumours had been flipped around.

All of a sudden, you were the one who was supposedly cheating on Charles and with Daniel Ricciardo of all people. Upon first hearing about it you simply laughed, finding it comical that certain people went to these lengths to break up a relationship. You thought Charles would brush away the rumours, much like you had, and continue on with what had grown to become a beautiful connection between the two of you.

But you were wrong, so very wrong.

The blowout had been horrible, words of anger thrown in every direction, mistakes from months ago - ones that had no meaning relevance now - being brought back up with the intent to harm the other. Accusations were being made up on the spot to gain the upper hand.

It was devastating being caught up in it, with every comment to defend yourself and accusation thrown at him, you could see your relationship moving closer and closer to the edge until it inevitably tumbled over with you having the final blow. In a pit of rage, you told Charles he had the whole world wrapped around his pinky finger but expressed that you knew it was all an act and he was really a backstabbing prick.

After that, as you stormed out of his apartment, you could hear him through the door, vocalising that he never wanted to see you again, making sure that even his furthest neighbours could hear your argument.

You hailed a taxi as quickly as you could, giving the address of the Ferrari offices where you terminated your contract. Effective immediately.

If Charles was so adamant you were as sly as a snake then you believed it would only be right to prove him wrong.

Talks with McLaren had been in the works for a few months at that stage, the only thing that kept you loyal to Ferrari was Charles, and since that ended horribly, you knew this change would be the best thing not only for your career but also for your mental wellbeing.

It was only upon signing the contract with McLaren that you realised how bad your situation would appear. Not to everyone around you, people in the paddock broke up quite frequently, and switching teams to maintain your career was a normal occurrence. But Charles would only assume the worst when he found out you were assigned to become Daniels PR manager.

He wasn't your problem anymore

***

Sighing, you pinched the bridge of your nose. Your actions represented the mood of the entire Mclaren garage. The Canadian Grand Prix had not been good to you, and although you had repeatedly told your fellow colleagues that the car was at fault, not the drivers, you finally had proof to back up your scoldings.

The sinking feeling in the bottom of your stomach was one you were all too familiar with, having experienced it throughout the first half of this season with McLaren and also the past two years with Ferrari.

You had already briefed Daniel on exactly what to say to the media, although it wasn’t much different from your advice the previous race. Or the one before that.

You had to force yourself to look away from his devastated expression, knowing that he didn’t need your sympathy, but more so your advice, that was what you were being paid for after all. Unfortunately for you, as you glanced around the media pen, you locked eyes with the man you despised the most.

“Tough race man,” you heard Daniel address Charles from behind you.

“Yeah mate, shit for the both of us,” he agreed, doing their usual bro hug which you assumed would be the end of that conversation. Oh, how you were wrong.

“How's life at McLaren treating you, Y/N?”

To anyone else, it would seem Charles was simply inquiring about your life, but you knew this was his attempt at shooting a dig at you in hopes of indulging in another argument, something that seemed to be a usual occurrence in the media pen between you two. When Daniel excused himself to get water, you decided to fire back at him, throwing back the pettiest response you could think of.

“McLarens been treating be really good actually, its been a pleasure to work with Daniel,” you smiled, Charles’ new PR manager grinned politely at your answer while the Ferrari driver simply stared at you in disgust.

“You're probably having such a good time over there, huh?” he prodded. You rolled your eyes at the hidden meaning of his words but played along nevertheless.

“Not to sound like I'm ungrateful for the opportunity at Ferrari but I really prefer it here at McLaren. They know how to treat their employees with respect,” you spat, arching your brow at Charles, daring him to try you again.

“And have you started fucking him in his drivers' room after interviews? Or was that special treatment just reserved for me?” he probed, earning a gasp from his PR manager.

“Charles!” she scolded, throwing you an apologetic glance before prompting him to move along.

“Suppose you'll never find out,” you smiled sweetly at him, pivoting in your place to go find Daniel and put an end to this race weekend.

***

High hopes had been running through the Mclaren garage all weekend. This was the British Grand Prix after all, their home race, they would be fools to not have any hope held out for their two drivers.

Unfortunately for Daniel, much like many of the other races this season, there had been damage to his car throughout the race, leading to an unfortunate result for his side of the garage invoking frustration and disappointment throughout his whole team.

Yet nobody was more upset than the Australian himself, looking at you with sorrow in his eyes as he listened to your advice on how to approach the media.

“It feels like you’re telling me the same shit every race,” he scoffed, a bitter laugh emerging from his throat as he inspected his hands. You feared if he looked up at you he would have tears in his eyes.

“It’s not your fault, Daniel,” you explained, “the car-”

“You know,” Daniel began, cutting you off as he stared behind you, “there was a point during the race - before I knew about the damage - that I thought to myself, god, what if I’m not cut out for this sport anymore and fuck, that thought scared the shit out of me.”

Your heart broke at his revelation and felt it was only right you bared a piece of yourself to him as well. One truth for another, you were close friends after all.

“Sometimes,” you began, a burst of nervous laughter bubbling from you as you moved to sit next to him on the pavement, “sometimes, when I'm sat in the garage watching a race unfold, I begin to think maybe I'm the cause of all this bad luck.” You threw a warning stare at Daniel, silently telling him not to cut you off before continuing, “back when I worked for Ferrari, everything was a shit show, and now that I'm here, the car - “

“Is a shit show,” Daniel interrupted with a laugh, invoking a smile to appear on your own face.

“Yes exactly, but I've realized that neither you nor I have any control over that,” you stood up and outstretched your hand towards him, “so there's no point in us sitting here sulking when we can get this weekend over with and spend time with people we actually like,” you smiled upon seeing his smile.

Taking hold of your hand, Daniel stood up, “I was going to stay I liked you but the glare Charles is giving me right now has made me rethink my decision,” he quietly confessed.

The hair on the back of your neck stood up instantly, but you refused to look behind you in fear of melting underneath Charles's gaze.

***

Your attempt at avoiding Charles was futile, there was no avoiding him when you were both in the media pen. Yet, your heart still managed to jump in your chest when you spotted him slumped over the metal fence that surrounded the various reporters, his neck strained to hear the question being asked and his features resembling defeat.

From the two years, you had known him, you never knew Charles to be someone who accepted defeat - who called it a day and moved on with their lives - no, Charles was the type of person to actively search for a solution to his problems, doing everything in his power to get better and achieve a better result the next time around.

This Charles was somebody completely foreign to you and it made your heart ache to think Ferrari, the team that he had looked up to his whole life, was the cause of his suffering.

You weren’t surprised when Daniel moved to pat Charles on the back, turning him away from the microphone and cameras and whispering what you could only assume to be condolences in his ear. From the way Charles nodded his head and the tight-lipped smile on his face, you knew words of encouragement were being exchanged from driver to driver.

It was when Daniel pulled away, ready to continue with his media duties that Charles noticed you. While his expression didn’t falter, you could see his eyes ghosting over your frame. He had spoken to Daniel for too long, he had to turn back around and continue with his media duties, he was obliged to. You both knew that, and the reporter patiently waiting for him also knew that, maybe that’s what provoked you to utter your first kind words to him in what felt like forever. Or perhaps it was that you were so exhausted by your endless bickering that you wanted to wave the white flag and end your petty feud.

You didn’t allow yourself to muddle over the possibilities, mutter a quick yet sincere “I’m sorry.” before scattering away, following Daniel to his first interview of the day.

Interviews moved pretty smoothly after that, and before you knew it, you were standing alongside Daniel for this second last interview of the day. Nodding your head to what he was saying, you moved your recorder slightly closer to his frame, wanting to ensure that the words leaving his mouth would be heard loud and clear through the McLaren motorhome as you had your end race debrief.

Faltering slightly, losing your focus while doing so, you felt a shiver run down your spine as a gentle, fleeting squeeze was placed on your waist. Swallowing slowly in an attempt to compose yourself, you waited a second before turning to inconspicuously glance around the media pen, almost immediately locking eyes with the Ferrari driver beside you, waiting on his turn behind Lando.

With his jaw clenched and eyebrows furrowed you could have almost believed it wasn’t him that had treated you with his subtle soft touch, yet you knew, from the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and how quickly he looked away from you, that it was, in fact, him, yet you couldn’t decipher exactly why he had done it. Or what it meant.

Daniel wrapped up his interview and swiftly pulled you out of that train of thought and you were forced to lead him along to his final interview of the day.

Noticing that mischievous glimmer in Charles’s eye’ you knew he had something left up his sleeve. Something else to have you contemplating what it was he wanted from you.

“Hey, Daniel,” he spoke, reaching out to grab the Aussies’ arm as he passed by. Daniel's features almost immediately brightened upon seeing his friend. Features that were once solemn and gloomy were now cheerful and happy as he waited for the Monaccian to speak, “I just wanted to say thank you, for your words before, they - they mean a lot,” although Charles was speaking to Daniel, his gaze remained on you for the duration of his expression of gratitude.

The blood in your body rushed to your cheeks, mouth opening and closing while you waited for Daniel to respond, Charles was speaking to him after all.

“No worries, man, you really should be thanking Y/N though, she’s the one with all the good - oh,” Daniel froze, as if only suddenly realizing his mistake. His eye flickered between the two of you, taking note of the way both of you refused to meet the other’s gaze. Clearing his throat awkwardly he nodded his head, “So I’m going to head to my last interview, Charles if you need anything just give me a shout,” he smiled, forcing a cough before asking if you were joining him.

You quickly shuffled past Charles, praying the last interview wouldn’t take long so you could get through the debrief and go home.

***

You groaned the second you stepped out of the McLaren motorhome, grimacing at the cloudy evening you had walked into. The McLaren debrief had taken longer than you anticipated, and with a pile of work still left to do, you had been one of the last employees to leave the motorhome.

With most of the teams already packed up and on their way home, you felt a chilly air surround you. It was odd walking through a nearly empty paddock, having been used to it so lively and busy the past few years, you were shocked to find yourself almost jumping at the sight of another human making their way towards the exit.

Upon registering their all-red attire and tight grip on the number 16 cap, you realized that perhaps you did have reason to be on edge. Stopping suddenly, Charles reached into his pocket, retrieved his phone and placed it to his ear. He stopped short of his destination, moving to lean against the Ferrari motorhome as he conversed in French with the person on the other line.

You straightened your back as you walked past him, silently praying that he would pay no attention to you. His french mumblings became louder and louder the closer you neared until you were a mere few metres away from him.

For the period the two of you were official, you had spent nearly every day together, which wasn’t necessarily bizarre when you did fact work with him, but when it came to the summer holidays, your habit of sleeping in the same bed and indulging in the same activities didn’t cease.

That summer you had gotten closer to his family, having been invited to their family holiday where not only your relationship with Charles got stronger, but also your relationship with his brothers. It was during that summer you learnt some French, not enough to keep a conversation going, but enough to understand that Charles was complaining about how Ferrari had royally fucked him over to whoever had decided to call him, presumably one of his brothers.

“Let me call you back, “ he switched to English. You knew then and there he had spotted you, deciding against creating a scene and prolonging this much-needed conversation, you plastered a smile on your face and turned around to greet it. It’s a shame, you had gotten so close to the exit.

“Y/N,” Charles breathed, afraid you would run off and refuse to talk to him once again.

“Charles, hi,” you faltered, “how are -”

“Why did you do that?” he pondered, not bothering to indulge in your attempt at small talk when something was clearly bothering him.

“Do what?” you questioned, arms folding across your chest in defence, already bracing yourself for yet another quarrel with him.

“Say sorry and then leave?” he bellowed, arm shooting towards the sky as if it were the gods above he was arguing with.

“What?”

“What are you sorry for?” he wondered, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he searched your face for an answer, “Are you sorry for leaving and not giving us a chance? Or are you sorry for stabbing me in the back? Which one is it, ma cherie?” he spat, venom laced in his voice bringing you back to the last big argument the two of you had.

“I was sorry for how Ferrari treated you actually, but now I'm beginning to think that was your punishment for being a little brat,” you defended, arms no longer crossed across your chest but instead laying on either side of your hips.

His cackle sent another jolt of anger through your body. Did he think this was funny? You were a fool to assume closure was what he wanted rather than another fight to release his anger, anger that wasn’t intentionally directed at you but at his team.

“Right I forgot you never really cared about me,” he remarked abruptly with a sigh.

“You were the one who said you never wanted to see me again, don't act like the downfall of our relationship is on my shoulders only,” you barked, eyes narrowed in accusation.

“You know i didn't mean it! Like you, I didnt mean most of the things i said.”

Your silence to his words made him internally panic.

“You didnt mean everything, did you?” You didnt know how to respond, not anticipating such a tender moment from him. “Everything?” You noticed the way his voice cracked, unable to look at your face anymore as he came to his own conclusion. A conclusion you knew to be completely inaccurate.

“I-”

“Sorry to break up whatevers going on here,” Pierre interrupted the two of you, clearly on his way home but stopping quickly to warn you, “but theres a big group of reporters behind me and i dont think either of you want your little fight to be documented for the whole world to see.”

You had forgotten that it usually was the press and media who were the last to leave the paddock. Always hoping to catch a driver or team principle for a quick word before they left for home.

“Maybe the two of you should take this inside,” he suggested, nodding to the Ferrari motorhome behind you. “You guys really need to talk shit out.”

And with that he left Charles to lead you inside. A sense of deja vu overcame you as you walked through the familiar red walls. You took your time to take in your sights, smliing at some posters on the wall before allowing Charles to lead you into a secluded office. Although there was nobody else around, with the majority of the team gone to celebrate Carlos’ first win, some privacy was still appreciated.

“Welcome to Mattias office,” Charles announced, waiting for you to close the door before slumping into the chair positioned in the middle of the room, seemingly defeated from the circles the two of you were going in.

You copied the huff of frustration he let out, slouching against the wall and peering at the various photos framed against the wall. “So this is where Binotto comes to sulk,” you noted, desperately wanting to change the topic of conversation before another argument broke out between the two of you.

“I’m surprised this is your first time seeing it,” he confessed, one leg moving to cross over the other, your eyes closed in relief, grateful to have an escape from your previous squabble.

“Unlike you, I didn't make it a habit to get into trouble with the boss,” you smirked, tearing your focus from the wall to watch him as a grin crossed his face.

“No because you always had someone to take the fall for you,” he shot back, arms crossing behind his head showcasing the casulesness of your current conversation.

“Right, sorry how could I forget,” you laughed moving to sit on the edge of Binittos desk, facing him and giving all your attention to the lively conversation, “my night in shining amour,” you pretend to faint, hand pressed against your forehead, your own laugh tumbling out followed by Charles’.

“Remember when you smashed his favourite mug and he had everyone searching for it in the garage thinking he lost it?” he reminisced, his arms now leaning against the desk, so close to your body you could feel the heat generating from them.

He was too close. It was all too familiar. You could get your heart broken again.

“Oh come on! You practically begged to own up to it, you knew you were his little golden boy, I, however, was very replaceable.”

The mood shifted between the two of you, his arms moved to rest on his laps and his hands suddenly became very interesting to him. “Too bad they don't think that highly of me anymore,” he dismissed, mouth pulled into a frown. For some reason, you felt protective over him. Just because you didn't partially like him as a person didn't mean you had to stop admiring him as a driver. You felt the need to console him, let it be known that he's still one of the bests.

“Hey, you have every right to be mad at your team for screwing you over, your feelings are justified, but don't direct that anger on yourself you are amazing-”

“The media-”

“Fuck what the media think!” you remarked, standing up from the and swivelling Charles's chair around so he had no choice but to listen to your words. “The media only see bits and pieces of you as a racing driver, they don't see all the hard work you put in behind the scenes, nor do they see the team at the pit wall royally screwing you over,” you spoke, feeling a sense of deja vu come over you having had this conversation with Daniel on numerous occasions.

“When did you become so good at this? Making people feel better?” he asked.

“You and Daniel have a lot more in common than you think,” you shrugged, unaware you had hit a sore spot until Charles himself stood up. With virtually no space between the two of you, your chests ended up touching with every breath you took and you couldn't help but take a step back, falling back onto Mattias desk and seemingly, right where Charles wanted you. His two hands moved to rest on either side of you, trapping you between him and the mahogany wood underneath you.

“Fucking Daniel,” he seethed “seems to always get everything I want.”

You were confused, you thought Daniel and Charles were good friends, you thought they had put those nonsense cheating rumours behind them.

“The whole world loves him, and now he had you wrapped around his little finger.”

One of his hands wrapped onto the table till his knuckles were white while the other began to play with your hair.

“He’s really starting to piss me off,” rolling his eyes once more, and when he set his sights on you again they were visibly darker. “Tell me, ma belle, do you think Daniel could make you cum with just his fingers?”

He wanted an answer to his question, you were aware of that, but it was so hard to focus on formulating words when Charles had his fingers trailing up from your ankle, wrapping underneath the base of your knee and pulling you so that your core rested against his own.

Bad day to wear a skirt you figured.

He pinched the skin on the side of your thigh. You knew what that meant. He wanted an answer and he wanted one now.

“No,” you shook your head, “never.”

He moved at a speed you'd never seen before, hand moving up and up to cup your core through your panties. Your body jolted at the action, at the familiarity of it and of him.

“Could he make your body react like this?” he questioned, fingers moving your underwear to the side and gently caressing your clit, exactly the way he knew you liked. “Hmmm?” he encouraged, slipping one finger in and allowing his thumb to focus on your clit.

“Never thought about him like that, honest,” you confessed, allowing your head to find solace in the crook of his neck while he began moving his finger in and out of you, adding another when he deemed fit. “M-more, please,” you begged, after months of using your own fingers to pleasure yourself you had forgotten how skilled Charles was with his own.

You knew it was only a matter of moments before you came undone on Mattia Binottos' desk, and if you knew Charles, you knew he would try to prolong it as long as possible.

“Say it in french,” he teased, fingers continuing with their movements but now at a much slower pace.

“W-what?” you gasped, eyes rolling back in delight when he found that sweet spot inside you, the one that your fingers failed to reach in your dire times of need.

“En français, mon amour, don't tell me that summer meant absolutely nothing to you,” he faked being offended.

It baffled you how he could bring up your past relationship so easily, especially when his fingers were inside you and you were practically on the brink of an orgasm.

“S'il vous plaît,” you whispered and that was enough for Charles to add yet another finger and increase his tempo.

Everything after that was a blur, as you got closer and closer to your orgasm all other senses retreated to nothingness - then Charles pulled his fingers away from you at the crucial moment. A sob broke through you at your orgasm being denied from you, quickly followed by a gag as Charles's fingers suddenly passed by your lips, laying to rest on your tongue.

“Just had to make sure you were still the good girl you used to be,” he winked, removing his fingers and plunging them back into your core once more.

Charles knew exactly how to make you cum, throughout your relationship he had spent the time studying your face, studying the way your body reacted to him until he knew exactly what you liked and what you didn't, which is why you came so fast on the wooden desk.

Cream mixed with the mahogany shades beneath you, a flash of pink quickly popping into view, confusing your hazy mind until you felt the fullness you could only describe as Charles Leclerc. Your arms fell beneath you, forearms holding your weight while you let your head dangle across the edge of the desk.

“Charles,” you gasped, not expecting such fullness immediately after your orgasm.

“Merde, mon amour, say that again,” he pleaded, his thumb once again moving to play with your clit.

“Charles,” you whined, scrunching your eyes shut, already feeling yet another orgasm approaching, “I cant.”

Charles furrowed his eyebrows at you, snaking his arm across your back and pulling you into him, allowing you to bear your weight on him.

“I thought you said you wanted more?” he wondered and before you could even think of a response he had his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly. “That's it, ma belle, stay quiet,” he kissed your forehead, a hiss of pain leaving him when your nails scraped against his back, but you knew deep down he liked it, which was why he didn’t oppose when you repeated the action. ”Just focus on how you're feeling right now,” he encouraged, hand now resting against your throat and no longer squeezing.

He nipped at your neck, soothing it with his tongue before moving down to your breaks. Nips and licks were placed on every inch of your exposed skin. While you scraped at his back, making sure to pierce the skin with your sharp nails, he inflicted the same type of pain on you, the only difference was he did it with his tongue.

“Such a pain in my ass,” he muttered, sucking on your nipple, letting his teeth toy with the sensitive flesh.

“You're not such an angel either, Leclerc,” you rolled your eyes, letting your hands move down his arm, pressing enough pressure with your nails so that he would be reminded of this moment tomorrow morning.

“Leclerc?” Charles laughed, grabbing hold of your ass harshly and using it as leverage to pull your body into him to meet his rapid thrusts, “don't think I've forgotten that you were moaning my name a few minutes ago, mon amour.”

Wrapping your leg around his waist to let him hit the deepest spots inside you, you whispered your next words into his ear. “Don’t start thinking that was out of passion, Leclerc, I just wanted to make you feel better.”

He halted for a moment, pleasure momentarily ceasing until he wrapped his hand around your throat and rolled his hips into you at such a brutal speed that the desk beneath you started to shake. Unwilling to let your bickering end, you tugged at the hair on the nape of his neck, dragging him away from your neck to look you in the eye.

“Did I bruise your poor little ego?” you pouted, enjoying the way he clenched his jaw in response and even feeling yourself clenching around him.

“You're enjoying this huh?” he accused, you could feel his thumb drawing patterns on the side of your throat, letting you know he was still there and even if you didn't want to admit it, he still held the power over you. “You like getting me mad, ma cherie?” His grip on you tightened - not to the point of choking - but just enough that you had to force yourself to breathe. You nodded in response, chin hitting against his hand with every bob of your head. “Have to remember, Y/N, I'm the one with the power here.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest, your mouth dry and your eyes failing to stay open. You wanted to tell him how good he was making you feel, wanted to let him know he was doing such a good job, but you couldn't force any words out with his hand wrapped around your throat. Pleading with him through your eyes, it didn't take him long to understand what you were asking for.

“Going to have to beg for it, ma belle,” he grinned, looking at you with such a sympathetic expression you could almost believe he wasn't faking it.

“Ple-” you attempted, eyes closing shut as a moan tried to overtake your pleading. Everything was too much. You started to see white and couldn't decipher if that was your orgasm approaching or the result of too little oxygen.

“Good girl, you can do it,” he encouraged, loosening his grip just a fraction to allow you to mutter those words.

“Please Charles.”

“So good for me,” he appreciated, placing a kiss on your lips and then another atop your head.

“Feel so good, Charles,” you moaned, eyes rolling back, black spots littering your eyesight. You could feel your walls clenching around Charles, a telltale sign you were close, but that didn't matter so long as you got what you wanted. You weren't surprised when Charles stopped moving inside you, you expected it really, but that didn't mean that you weren't disappointed by it.

“Charles,” you whined, wiggling your hips in an attempt to convince him to begin moving again. The pit in your stomach had just begun rebuilding itself, on the brink of a second orgasm the only thing you could think about was reaching your climax, unfortunately for you, Charles seemed to have other ideas in mind.

“Charles, please,” you pleaded again, painfully aware of how needy you sounded but too lost in the moment to care.

“Shh, mon amour,” he hushed, hand moving away from your throat to caress the hair at the top of your head, moving some of the more sweaty pieces away from your face and allowing himself to view your big pleading eyes and plump lips.

“Just let me feel you for a second,” he whispered, eyes screwed shut in concentration as silence fell over the two of you.

Internally, you muddled over his words, seeking to uncover the hidden meaning behind them while simultaneously trying to put your orgasm on hold, a tough endeavour considering Charles was telling you just how good you felt in your ear, his hand trailing through every inch of your body, every dip and curve as if this was either the first or the very last time he would be this close to you again.

The atmosphere between the two of you changed once he began moving again. No longer were there any hostile words and angry actions between the two of you. On the contrary, Charles was holding you so gently in his arms you would think he was holding a porcelain doll.

No longer was he biting every inch of skin he could, constricting your airflow and making you beg for him in hopes of inflating his own ego. Now, with your foreheads pressed together, you were forced to look into his eyes, the same eyes that still held sorrow in them, although now you doubted it was because of his missed race win.

His hand snaked back up your body, seemingly done with its previous endeavour of caressing every inch of skin possible, and instead, it retreated back to its previous home on your neck. Refusing to obstruct your airflow anymore, he simply held onto you, making sure your focus remained solely on the heartbroken look on his face.

Your eyes scattered across his features, counting the freckles dotting his features in hopes it would convince your heart rate to slow down, you were sure Charles could feel your pulse beneath his hands, but if he could he refused to comment on it, simply bringing his lips down to your own.

The kiss, although tame, had your toes curling and arms pulling at his body to get him closer to you. He was trying to tell you something with this kiss, that much you were certain, you just couldn’t figure out what it was he was trying to say.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your lips, letting his head drop to your chest and continuing to thrust into you at a slow pace.

Now it was your turn to ask what he was sorry for. A part of you was scared to find out, you had already crossed more than enough lines with him today, did you really have it in you to cross yet another. Charles didn’t wait for your prompt, he simply continued speaking against the tender skin on your chest, as if it was completely normal the two of you were having this conversation whilst he was instead of you.

“I’m sorry for not chasing after you. I’m sorry for not believing in you when you told me you were all mine. I’m sorry for being a dick recently.”

His words felt rehearsed, as if he had said them before, perhaps over and over again in front of a mirror, much like you had with the next words you muttered.

“I wish I hadn’t spoken to you the way I did. I wish I had taken the time to talk to you before changing careers. I wish I hadn’t been so stubborn and reached out to you sooner.”

Your hands played with his soft hair, a moan abruptly leaving you when he hit that sweet spot inside you. His head poked up from your chest at the sound, a lazy smile on his face as he repeated his actions.

“I’m sorry for not letting you cum a second time, mon amour.”

You grinned up at him, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him in for another kiss.

“I forgive you.”

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ickadori · 5 months

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[summary] neuvillette and the humans under his care have shared many feelings and experiences, yet there’s still a few which are foreign to him. thanks to you, he can now say that he’s experienced heartbreak.

[cws] gn reader -> reader is dating wriothesley. pining. jealousy. reader is oblivious to neuvi’s feelings. this is not as sad as the summary makes it out to be i promise lmao. the end is kinda fluffy.

Neuvillette has spent hundreds of years attempting to successfully assimilate himself into the human world.

He’s read countless books, studied and observed thousands of people, carefully examined every detail in his case files, as well as in the court room, to attempt and understand the motives at play. He’s befriended many humans, and has inadvertently made many enemies. He’s had love directed his way, as well as hate. He’s experienced crippling grief, as well as an overwhelming sense of happiness.

He has seen two people go from being in love, once so smitten with each other that neither could hardly bare to be away from them, to hating each other so fiercely that they couldn’t stomach being in the same room as each other.

And on the other hand, he’s seen two people go from being complete strangers, to being madly in love, their love and adoration for each other shining in their eyes and showing in the way they speak to each other. Yes, you and Wriothesley have been the point of interest for Neuvillette for quite a while.

He had been the cause of your meeting, although he liked to think that the two of you would have eventually met regardless. Fate would have seen it through, as the citizens of Fontaine frequently liked to say.

You had been hired on as Neuvillette’s assistant, a title that had been left empty for centuries due to him simply seeing no need for one. He could handle his workload just fine on his own, and he still can, but he supposed that having a human working in direct contact with him could further his understanding of them, so he had agreed to hire you, after an extensive interview process, of course.

You had since proved yourself to be an exemplary employee — your reports were submitted on time, you paid the utmost attention at every trial, working with the guards to bring forth newfound evidence in a timely manner as well keeping a written transcription of the trial. You took on Neuvillette’s public appearances when he couldn’t make the trip himself, and had even grown quite popular with the public.

Sometimes, when the workload was exceptionally light, the two of you would even converse over glasses of water, a feat that he had always struggled with. Making conversation was not his strong suit, as repeatedly pointed out by that blonde haired traveler, Lumine, and her companion, Paimon, but he found it relatively easy to converse with you.

You tended to lead the conversations, prattling on about this and that, but you’d have a look of wonder and awe on your face whenever he spoke of the past and Fontaine’s history, as well as the distinct differences in the waters gathered from each nation.

You joked with him, and then proceeded to laugh when he didn’t understand the joke before explaining it to him, mumbling about how it was ‘no longer funny if you have to explain it’, but Neuvillette laughed nonetheless.

You were pleasant to have around, and while a selfish part of him would have liked to hoard your attention all to himself, another part, a louder part, wanted a certain Duke to experience the joy you brought for himself.

So, Neuvillette had sent you on an errand down to the Fortress. You had lifted his spirits on many sad, dreary days, so he was certain that you could bring a certain light down to the prison underneath the sea as well. He had been correct, and the love that had blossomed between the two of you had been instant.

The dwindling of your presence had been instant as well.

You were still an exemplary employee, but it was even doubly so now. Your work was finished in record time so you could spend time Wriothesley down in the Fortress, the reclusive man even venturing up to the surface now and again to spend time with you on land.

The lengthy conversations that the two of you had once shared were shortened down to distracted greetings and swift goodbyes. His talks that had a habit of droning were no longer met with that air of sparkling curiosity, but rather with a polite smile as your eyes wandered to the clock every so often. You didn’t explain your jokes anymore, and he had happened to overhear you telling Wriothesley the same one on a sunny afternoon, and the two of you had burst into a fit of laughter before running for cover from the sudden onslaught of rain, smiling all the while.

Neuvillette has experienced a slew of human emotions in his time, and he supposes he’s experienced yet another; heartbreak.

“I wonder when the rain will stop.” You ponder, your eyebrows knitted together as you glance out of the window in Neuvillette’s office. “It’s been pouring for days.”

“It has.” Neuvillette confirms, and you turn to him with a small smile as you round his desk. He has a quill in hand, a blank sheet of paper in his other, and you push the bottle of black ink a bit closer to him. “Thank you.”

“Mhm.” You watch him write for a bit, his penmanship entrancing you — he’s had the most beautiful writing you’ve ever seen, and it reminded you of the words you’d so often see in the ancient books stored in the library. “Did you know that they say when it rains in Fontaine, it’s because the Hydro dragon is sad?” You had heard it countless times from the children playing in the streets, as well as from a few fanatical adults.

“I’ve heard the saying, yes.” He turns his attention to you, and you clasp your hands in front of you. “Why? Do you believe in it?”

“Maybe? I’m not entirely sure… it could be true. It certainly wouldn’t be the craziest thing I’ve heard, or seen for that matter.” You place yourself down into the chair facing his desk. “But if it is true, I feel bad for them. I wonder what’s made them so sad.”

“I’m sure their sadness will fade with time.”

You deflate, fingers idly tapping at your thighs. “Yeah, I guess.” It’s silent for a bit when an idea suddenly flows into your mind, albeit a childish one. “Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, please don’t cry.”

Neuvillette shakes his head with a soft sigh. “Do you think said dragon is in the room with us?”

“You’re right.” You stand from your chair, Neuvillette watching in curiosity as you head towards the large window overseeing the water. “Wherever they are, we have to be sure they can hear us.”

“Us?”

“Yes, us. You’re going to say it with me.” You twist the lock keeping the window shut, and with a push it’s open, rain instantly being swept inside by the raging winds. You extend a hand out towards him, smile stretching across your face as he gives you a doubtful look, but stands nonetheless and moves to position himself beside you.

You take his hand, his skin cold against yours, and turn to face the window. “Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, please don’t cry!” You shout, and you turn to pout at Neuvillette when he doesn’t say it with you. He’s already watching you, lips slightly parted and eyes a bit lighter than usual, and you squeeze his hand before lightly jostling his arm. “You have to say it with me, Neuvi, or else it won’t work.”

He silently stares at you for a moment longer before finally facing the window. You grin and repeat your words together, his voice considerably lower than your own, and a shout of astonishment leaves you when the rain suddenly begins to let up. “Neuvillette! Look! The rain is stopping!”

The dark storm clouds that had resided over Fontaine for days suddenly begin to disperse, a beam of sunlight peeking through until its covering the whole city and surrounding waters. The once pelting rain turns into a light drizzle, before stopping altogether, and a gentle breeze blows over the two of you.

A laugh bubbles out of your throat, and you begin to pull him from the window and in the direction of the door, that look of confusion once again gracing his features.

“We’re going for a walk, the work can wait! We have to enjoy the weather while it lasts.” He allows you to pull him towards the door, and when you look back at him, there’s a small smile on his face.

“I suppose we do.”

#neuvillete x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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I Analyzed The Ninjago Movie Instead Of Sleeping

I have real mixed feelings on this movie. But not for the reasons you might think from a fan of the TV show.

The movie didn’t NEED to be connected to the show. And it clearly wasn’t trying to.

It was meant to be an AU in a way.

(If you look at the behind the scenes one of their original rewrites was a plot of them going back in time to save Lloyd’s dad from becoming the villainous figure he is in the present day.)

So I can forgive the inaccuracy so long as it could stand on its own as a proper story.

It doesn’t do that.

If you DON’T compare it to the show:

You got a movie with SOME good jokes, amazing animation, (SERIOUSLY THIS MOVIE LOOKS BEAUTIFUL AND VISUALS ALONE ARE A CHEFS KISS TO ME) but is so strangely paced that it feels like the movie starts at the middle of the story and never shows the beginning, and feels like a completely different movie halfway through, and is also very choppily edited.

(I even double checked a clip of the movie just to prove my point there: When Lloyd uses all his dragon mech weapons on Garmadon, they play the exact same sound effect and explosion, just with different angles, SIX TIMES. FSM WAS THAT EDITOR HUNG OVER WHEN DOING THEIR JOB THAT DAY?! And that’s just one example I’ve got. I think this was the first time EVER when I was in a movie theater and I distinctly remember asking “What is wrong with the editing here? Who thought this was good editing?? Who thought this was appropriate in any way???” So I thank this movie for giving me such a memory and making me value good editing.)

You also got a world that isn’t very well fleshed out, characters that the movie chooses to not focus on except the main character and the main villain. And you got a movie that tells its audience it’s okay to forgive your parents that neglected you and are active terrorists even if they earned or done absolutely no redemption whatsoever.

I mean Garmadon in this movie BETRAYS them and leaves them to rot so he could terrorize the city again at the end. Then gets eaten by the cat. Then Lloyd forgives him. Idk what more you want me to say.

I’m not gonna act like Crystalized did it any better though. Pick your poison.

But then you got fans of the show. The people who watched the show since kids (that includes me). Who are naturally bias towards the shows lore and characterization…

OOOOOOHHH boy…

I don’t hate EVERY portrayal of the ninja in the movie as much as other people. I actually think there’s some good ideas for an AU version of these characters here. Problem is the movie never does anything with them.

Well, I say I don’t hate every portrayal, the one I truly cannot stand is Zane’s.

There’s just so much wrong with how they portrayed Zane that it just does not work. Not as an adaptation of the character. Not in any way that makes sense for this universe and is actually kinda insulting.

There’s no other robots in this city. (Like there are in the show) Why is Zane the only one and why is he in high school? Why would Wu ever pick a robot to be a ninja?

In the show the reason is pretty simple: Wu didn’t know at the time.

But everyone knows in the movie. What’s movie Wu’s excuse?

There’s also in terms of personality.

Keep in mind later seasons of the show have the same issues, so I’m talking about what it was at the time of the movie.

Zane’s whole robot identity is crucial to his character. The show introduced him as ‘the strange one’. As he couldn’t understand social cues, took things very seriously, didn’t share the same sense of humor as the rest of the team, had a hard time displaying his emotions, and bonded with things the others didn’t and excelled at certain areas like cooking.

He’s a character that connected to a lot of neurodivergent people in the audience who could relate to him. No he’s not intentional autistic rep, but one that definitely mattered to the people that headcannoned him as such.

(Also helps that they introduce other robot characters later that clearly don’t have the same characteristics he does. So really it depends on what you see.)

So the reveal that he was a robot was such a huge deal to not just the plot but to him as he finally got a concrete definition of what he is and who he is. And the show NEVER decides to say “You know, it would be so much better if you were a human!”

“Why can’t you just be normal?!”

That’s part of why I personally can’t stand fics that make Zane human. It just doesn’t feel right to me and misses the point of the character.

While I absolutely did not expect the movie to cover his… really heavy backstory with his inventor/father and how he outlived him, then got his memory and sense of identity wiped by him moments before death, which was meant to be an act of sympathy but would actually harm Zane’s mentality for the entire show…

The movie didn’t need to adapt that. For all we know, movie Zane could have a very happy backstory. And that would be fine. All I wanted was for the identity-seeking aspect of Zane’s character to matter in some way.

It didn’t.

The jokes they use for Zane in this movie are that of “Haha, he’s a robot. Isn’t it so funny that he doesn’t understand humanity very well?”

You know, something that in one episode of the show was portrayed as a BAD THING for people to think that of him! And that those people needed to learn to respect him for who he is!

And that’s the ONLY thing they do with him. Just robot jokes. Very stereotypical robot jokes.

Again, later seasons of the show are guilty of this too. So I will not act like the show is perfect.

For the reasons I listed, these are actually far more offensive and harmful than you think. Especially fans of the show watching the movie. Him being the only robot in this movie world makes me think even more that this actually is autistic coding… and that makes it so much worse.

Zane being a robot being equal to autism is its own discussion. And has its own problems on paper alone. Whether or not this is your headcanon of him, and whether or not you think this is good representation either way is up to your feelings and experiences. (Personally I think it’s better than some live action shows attempting this)

The others don’t even seem to trust or want to be around him that much. The others seem annoyed by him half the time. Like they’re only tolerating him because he’s on their team. Yeah they don’t say that but simple looks and gestures are enough to get that impression. And not once does anyone ever express Zane’s value in their team. That’s the ONE thing that would’ve had me forgive this all.

But there’s my rant. The others?

Jay is mostly fine. I think this personality for the movie is a neat AU concept. Yes show Jay is openly terrified of things and awkward, but if there’s something he wasn’t was SHY.

Movie Jay is a shy and nervous wreck. And you know what? For a high school AU, I think it works. It doesn’t erase Jay’s essence entirely. They at the very least kept the detail of his character that he’s a fast learner.

I appreciate that.

Cole is actually a REALLY interesting concept to me with the AU idea they gave.

On the surface it’s just ‘He’s a DJ and willingly old school’

But if you see the show, this is actually an ODD approach. Because show Cole has a very complicated relationship with music.

In the show, Cole’s parents thrived in singing and dancing. His father specifically was a performer that won several awards with his band ‘The Royal Blacksmiths’. After Cole’s mother passed away, his father proceeded to push his ideals and his passions onto his kid and pressuring him to become another version of him. It got stressful enough that Cole ran away from home and resented music, something that used to be a bond of family for them, and that’s where Wu found him and made him a ninja.

Throughout the show, Cole would open up to music again more, but it’s pretty gradual and a very subtle bit of character development for him throughout the show. He doesn’t need to say “I hate making music” to get the point across. He only starts the music route again whenever it has something to do with making a family member, blood or not, happy.

So movie Cole is interesting to me for that reason. Because at the start, he basically IS a mini Lou. His whole thing is music and it’s heavily reflected on his personality.

To the point where his element in the movie isn’t even animated or portrayed as earth like it’s supposed to, instead it’s… sound waves?

Weird choice. Interesting one though cause maybe that’s just how movie Cole functions.

So it’s “Oh, what if Cole DID follow in his fathers footsteps and DID want to become a musician?”

Very interesting approach for a completely different approach of character development.

But the problem? Just like the others, not utilized.

But I do think this was an interesting AU idea. Is it accurate to the show version of the character? No. But that’s kind of the point I think.

Then there’s the RGB siblings. This is where it gets kinda weird for me.

Thanks to the movie, a lot of my friends mistook Kai and Nya for being twins.

They are not twins in the show. Kai is older.

I don’t think that dents their characters too much in the movie so long as the same points were across. They’re the blood related brother and sister who raised themselves when their parents abandoned them, and climbed out of the ashes to protect each other, and found a new expansion on their family that didn’t have to be blood related to count.

These two, in different ways, are the support of the team and especially Lloyd. They’re usually the lancer characters that Lloyd goes to when he can.

I still say that about Nya even though originally, she was NOT a ninja, but rather was a Samurai with a mech of her own invention that acted as a Tuxedo Mask for the ninja. She didn’t become the water ninja until Season 5.

Which… I know the movie takes heavy inspiration from the first two seasons, the beginning, so for those who haven’t seen the show watching the movie… yikes I feel bad about the lack of a spoiler warning. Same goes for Zane being a robot.

But I think that’s also a factor into Kai, at the former half of this show, (again I’m talking pre-movie with this). He was the first character we were introduced to and we’re following in the show before Lloyd ever showed up. So naturally he’d be the one with the most attention to supporting the Green Ninja. Something that was very vital character development for him individually as well.

He’s the old school one. He’s the cool one. He’s the one who looks out for you even if you don’t want them to. He’s the one that will jump to anything without thinking. He’s also the one with the most value in tradition out of the ninja, as a blacksmith instead of a techie and as a traditional sword fighter rather than a fancy complicated weapon. He doesn’t get involved in tech willingly till he learns Twitter is a thing.

And in the movie, I think they took this characterization and said “Eh, give it to the girl instead.”

So most of show Kai’s character traits are now movie Nya’s. She’s the cool one with the most passion for traditional stories, she’s the one with arguably the most talks with Lloyd to calm him, and she’s pretty loud and brash in personality.

Not saying show Nya is not those things, she is. But the difference in the show was that Nya was HUGE on independence and doing her own thing. Being the only woman and a younger sibling in the main cast is actually a big deal to her. Not wanting to have her destiny be decided by the world or her brother as a damsel in distress or a sacrifice, she took to tech to invent her own ways of helping. Her own character.

Until destiny told her “Actually no, you can’t be the person you want to be. You have to stick to tradition that your mother had and be the water ninja.”

That’s… honestly a very brutally honest message that not a lot of people I see give credit for. Cause yes, expressing yourself and being your own person and being able to make your own fate is amazing… but it’s not always possible.

Sometimes you can’t be the person you want. Sometimes the world just will not let you. That doesn’t mean your identity is worthless, though. If you go with the flow, you can actually find that fate has plans for you that might not suck after all.

Basically a ‘It’s A Wonderful Life’ messaging there.

It’s part of why Nya’s whole thing throughout the show is her starting as a damsel trying to reinvent herself and her stereotype, and ending as a willing sacrifice and death of her whole identity that she doesn’t regret because she’s embraced the flow of life and purpose. Even if she forgets herself in the realm of spirituality, her loves one’s never will.

…Until Crystalized undid ALL of that. BUT LETS NOT.

Movie Nya just really isn’t any of that. She’s basically just her brother.

Which… I’m actually fine with. The show has some bumps in the road in execution of her story anyway. And they want the only female of this team to not be a background character cause that’s look bad. I totally understand that. And her being a sibling to Kai makes me forgive it a whole lot more cause it does make sense.

But again, we don’t know what their lives are like or if they have similar backstories to theirs in the show at all.

But where does that leave Kai?

Well his whole character in the movie seems to basically be “I’m the loud one and a complete klutz and meathead.”

Basically TD Tyler.

It’s a personality in the movie that bled in the show post movie. While I personally think it was not THAT bad in the show, Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitsu made me go “Okay. I understand now.”

As for movie Kai, that’s really about it.

It really was an early indicator of just giving Kai’s character traits to other characters. Before the show was visibly doing it.

Cause movie Lloyd is also basically just Kai but with a different backstory and context to situation. But honestly, I DO see what they were going for here.

As the ONLY ninja to get ANY focus, this version of Lloyd is well explained on what his life is.

In the show, he’s an abandoned child in an abusive boarding school who heavily idolizes his father, Lord Garmadon, and runs away to become a super villain. Only for Destiny to tell him not to, and we see his true colors and that he just wanted his family together and to love him. Something that was… hard. Considering who Garmadon is.

That is actually carried into the movie. Just cut out him running away. Here’s the difference.

Show Lloyd loves his dad and refuses to hurt him until he has to. While he is the Green Ninja, he didn’t resent himself being Garmadon’s son. What he resented was the destiny that took them apart.

Movie Lloyd HATES his dad for abandoning him, terrorizing the city, making said city cancel him for EXISTING, and he wants every excuse to shut this man out of his life forever.

That does make sense. And to the movie’s credit, the movie logic DOES work to make this version of Lloyd make sense.

It makes the movie pretty mean spirited and kinda unpleasant at times. But it works for the story.

I described Lloyd as ‘The Emo Child’. In the show. But that’s two words.

Emo. CHILD.

He’s still a kid. He’s still the youngest. He still has his own child-like wonder of the world and the aspirations that of a child would.

Yeah he’s a lot of angst. But he’s also a sweet kid who deserves hugs.

That’s not very apparent in movie Lloyd. Not that it needs to fit movie context.

But because we never see how the ninja in the movie got together, we have no idea why Lloyd even accepted being the Green Ninja in the first place. He even says in the movie that he’d give it up if it meant he didn’t have to be Garmadon’s son.

Movie Lloyd is the only ninja in this movie with an actual character arc. He resents his dad, tries to be rid of him, only to get consequences for it, goes on a quest to fix his mistake, bonds with his dad to learn he’s… sympathetic? I guess?? And in the end forgives his dad and chooses to let him in his life again.

Simple. Fine. It works on Lloyds end just fine. And I have to give credit for the movie making Lloyd resenting Garmadon more logical than Crystalized ever did.

It’s Garmadon’s end that just makes the whole thing a bad message in the end of ‘forgive your abusers.’

Yes he’s funny. That doesn’t undo his actions.

No it’s not undone in the show either, but at least you can buy the forgiveness there because every character knew that he had no choice.

In the show, Garmadon is the Oni Child of the FSM. Thus all it took was for another Oni creature, the Great Devourer, to trigger his blood and FORCE him into the evil role without his consent. It forced him to do nasty things to his loved ones and the land his dad created, and by the time he became his evil form, he was forcefully stripped away from all of his loved ones and a chance at normal life. So the only way he could ever get that back was to turn the world into his own image, thus having the world become him too. A monster.

The show made it abundantly clear that most of Garmadon’s evil deeds are either out of ambition for what he deems as helping the family, or not his fault at all due to snake venom influence.

I THINK the movie also has this because they do address him getting bit and becoming the creature he appears as in both versions.

Better than nothing I guess.

But then you get his ‘sympathetic backstory’ which is pretty much just a love story between him and Koko-

Yeah Lloyds moms name is actually different in both versions. And in role.

Misako abandoned her child to try and solve the destiny crisis, then returned to his life to help her kid out.

Koko remained a mother to her kid and supported him even when everyone hated him.

These are very different characters basically, and which one you prefer is up to you. Personally… I actually prefer the movie. I do think the mom was the one character that the movie actually improved upon. Especially with a very interesting story for her.

In the show, Misako is a researcher and just the fair maiden figure that Wu and Garmadon fell in love with. To which she chose Garmadon because of Wu’s letter that Garmadon forged his name on… it’s complicated.

In the movie, she was actually a fighter as well and took a part of the wars Garmadon was in. She enjoyed the thrill of the fight and fell in love with her opponent in a pretty cute montage.

But then they had a baby and her reality changed, realizing she could not raise her child on the battlefield. And when Garmadon refused to change his mind, she took Lloyd and left him behind. So she could be a mother.

Explains her actions in the movie all throughout very well and I never got lost when it came to her. She’s probably the one character in the movie I felt the most sorry for. She’s such a sweet parent and her interactions with Lloyd are probably the best parts of the movie. I wanna hug her.

But that’s all that’s shown of Garmadon. Apparently Garmadon was oppressed, but that’s told at the end and not shown or been significant at all.

They don’t hate you cause you look funky. They hate you cause YOU TERRORIZE THEIR CITY ON A DAILY BASIS AND SHOOT PEOPLE OUT OF A VOLCANO

Yeah show Garmadon did similar stuff, but again, WASNT HIS CHOICE.

Here, it’s absolutely his choice cause nothing indicated otherwise.

Garmadon doesn’t even PROCESS his kids existence or his own negligence three quarters of the time. And you expect me to buy a redemption from him?

You know, I’d be fine with it if he was just a one dimensional villain and the story of the movie was about Lloyd putting his energy away from a family that doesn’t care about him and more towards a surrogate one he has.

But no. You gotta have Lloyd forgive Garmadon and have Garmadon redeemed.

Cause that’s what the show did.

Even though this is supposed to be an AU not connected to the show so we can do whatever we want.

The most they do for Garmadon’s redemption is force him to be the mentor after Wu got yeeted off a bridge by a butterfly, have him go “Oh yeah, I DID shoot people out of a volcano!”, teach his son how to catch, and tell his son his backstory.

(Speaking if, Wu to me is basically the same. Just different voice actor delivery. I got nothing to say on him)

And then if that IS redemption, then he failed it. Because he offers Lloyd to be his general when they take over the city again, showing he’s learned nothing. Then when Lloyd says no, he steals their magic weapons and ditches them in a temple leaving them to DIE. Then he goes to terrorize the city again.

What redemption. /s

Again, this was all HIS choice. If it was not and if it was snake venom, they couldn’t at least give a visual cue or address it?

And now LLOYD has to apologize?

NO. LLOYD WAS RIGHT. THERES ABSOLUTELY NO REASON WHY HE SHOULD LET HIS DAD INTO HIS LIFE. THE DAD HIMSELF PROVED THAT.

It just paints an unintentional bad message of ‘you have to forgive your abusers’

I’m sorry but Lloyd doesn’t owe this Garmadon anything.

I do like Lloyd’s VA delivery though, and the speech about green being the color of life. I actually like the idea of Lloyds power being his heart. Yeah it’s not flashy powers like in the show, but for an AU, it’s a really cool idea and I wish they used it more.

I have mixed feelings on the celebrity casting. Did I expect the original voice actors? No. But this casting wasn’t awful.

Garmadon’s VA is amazing in this movie. Jackie Chan as Wu is very subjective I feel, love it or hate it. Nya and Jay’s were really good too. I think the only one that didn’t work for me was Kai’s VA. Just… why does this teenager sound like a 50 year old man??

But honestly, I think the thing that got to me the most about the movie was something I praised about the show not too long ago.

The bond between the ninja.

I talked about how the show is a master class at character dynamics. There is almost no point where the characters are just standing there in one big clunk. Someone is saying something, someone is making a comment, someone is doing something, and it’s usually there for others to see and react to. It’s a very small thing, but it keeps the scenes alive and fresh the whole time and helps the audience be sold on the characters bond.

They don’t wait for the scenes of “Okay it’s time for characters to interact”. They just do it all the time.

And guess what the movie did? They’re just there in one big chunk all the time. With “okay it’s time for characters to interact” bits.

It’s one thing to not explore the other ninja at all. It’s another to ignore their bond.

In the show, they’re a found family. They all had rough upbringings in life and find a new sense of purpose in each other.

That’s NEVER emphasized in the movie except for one speech at the end Lloyd makes. Mostly cause we don’t know the other ninjas lives, and we don’t know how they even got together. Cause as I said, the movie starts at the middle, and awkwardly cuts after Garmadon is forgiven to be the end. We don’t know what it is about THIS ninja team that we should care about. It’s not shown.

All were shown is them being a team by circumstance only. Then Lloyd pulls out the cat laser and the cat nearly kills them. Then they hate Lloyd for it and spend the rest of the movie making fun of Lloyd.

Which yeah they make fun of each other in the show too, but where it ended in the show was playful teasing in the middle of moments that showed they cared about each other. And when one bond between two or more of them was broken, you felt it.

Here? I don’t know that and there isn’t anything besides the high school montage to show they cared. Just some comments about “Oh it’s okay Lloyd, it’s just awkward that your dad is a terrorist”. And then they make fun of Lloyds expense.

It’s mean spirited. It makes me think they don’t like each other. And it’s not like they ever apologize for it. They’re just teammates because Wu said so. They’re just tolerating Lloyd cause Wu said so.

Honestly the bloopers for this movie show more personality and more of this bond than the entire movie does.

…OOF that took awhile. I don’t even know why I did this, I just didn’t feel like sleeping. Uh… you read this, congrats. Idk why you did.

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