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moralesmilesanhour · 10 months

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teamwork (makes the dream work...?) pt. 4

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wc: 1k+

A/N: um hii sorry for updating a lil late 😅 but I got really into writing this esp at the end. We're almost done! As always feel free to comment your thoughts and reactions, or send them to my inbox! Thanks for reading :)

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Song: It's Only a Paper Moon - Ella Fitzgerald (totally optional to listen while you read, if you like that sort of thing)

The small plastic bag carrying your lunch swung from your wrist as you pushed the door to the counselor’s office open.

"Thanks again for helping me organize around here," said the woman standing beside you.

"No problem, Ms. Keene!"

By the time you stepped inside, Miles was already sitting at the round table in the middle of the room.

The boy spoke first as soon as your eyes met.

"Hey," he greeted you flatly. His stare wasn't too far off from the look of curiosity you get from a stray cat that isn't certain whether you're trying to give it food or not; neither malicious nor particularly excited.

You tilted your head in surprise.

"Hey, you in trouble or something?"

Miles shook his head.

"Ms. Keene lets me have lunch in here."

"You two know each other?" The tall, dark-skinned woman asked. Though she had asked you both, she beamed at Miles as she spoke. He glanced back and forth between you and the woman.

"Kinda."

She clasped her manicured hands together.

"I'm glad you're starting to make friends again. That's progress. Enjoy your lunch," Ms. Keene said as she spun on her heel to leave, her short bob cut bouncing along with her.

"And put on those glasses!"

Miles rolled his eyes as the door shut with a click.

"Everybody's on your case about these glasses, dude. Just put 'em on," you said as you sat down next to him.

"Don't need 'em."

"Okay," you pointed to the analog clock hanging directly across from him, "tell me what time it is without using your phone."

He scoffed.

"Easy, it's…"

The boy stood, and squinted so hard that his nose scrunched. He heard you laughing through your nose behind him after a minute and soon dropped back down to his seat, hands raised in resignation.

"Alright, you got me. But who's looking at the damn clock all day?"

"Sitting in the back of the classroom with no glasses on is nuts, Miles. What's so bad about them?”

Miles pouted in indignation, "They make me look like Steve Urkel.”

“They can’t be that bad,” you said, grabbing the case from next to him and prying it open. “Lemme see.”

“Nope.”

“Just this once!”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Please?”

The boy sighed, then took the glasses from you with a wary expression. He looked at them like they were a moldy piece of bread before finally putting them on.

“Happy?”

Neon green color aside, the glasses were truly not that bad. The thick lenses framed his face and made him look younger. The boy blinked, awaiting your verdict.

“Awww, you look like a little nerd!”

“Don't start with that,” Miles shook his head, a grin spreading across his face in spite of himself. He swiped them off of his face and took the case from you.

“It’s not a bad thing,” you said over a bite of your sandwich, “you look cute in them.”

He froze, a hand instinctively flying up to scratch the nape of his neck before turning his gaze in the other direction. You could still see the impression of his dimples peeking out from the side.

“Don’t get a big head over it, now,” you elbowed him gently. He quickly changed the subject.

“I’m finna tell Ms. Keene that you’re distracting me.”

Miles was now hunched over his notebook again. He had his homework sheet covering one page, but you could tell he was sketching. When you tried to look over his shoulder, he frantically shut it closed.

“Can you not be nosy for five minutes?”

“My fault, bro, damn.”

Miles continued to draw quietly for almost the entirety of calculus, never once allowing you to peek at it. He didn’t pause until you lightly tapped his arm.

The boy flinched at the sudden contact, but you had his attention.

“I’m stuck on this problem you wrote, just this one. Help me out?”

He tapped his pen lightly on the desk in consideration. Finally, he shrugged, closing the notebook and sliding it to the side.

“Sure.”

You placed the worksheet between you and Miles, where your desks met.

“It’s this one. I’m not getting the solution you got,” you explained, placing a finger on the offending equation.

Miles peered closely at it. His braids nearly brushed the desk as his head moved.

“You gettin’ it wrong because you forgot to distribute here,” he pointed. “Everything has to distribute.”

You nodded as the gears in your head got to turning again. “Thanks.”

“Ma!” Miles whined as he took his plate of yellow rice and peas from the table.

“I’m just saying! La chica es muy linda, sigues mirándola. Don’t do anything crazy up there, understand?”

You were far from fluent, but the first bit of the brown woman’s sentence made a shy smile grace your features.

“This looks so good, thanks Mrs. Morales.” you said as you grabbed your own plate, carefully carrying it with both hands.

“No problem, baby,” the woman replied, gently smacking the back of her son’s head before sending you both upstairs. “Same time as usual.”

“Your mom’s nice,” you remarked once you entered Miles’ room.

“You just sayin’ that ‘cuz she gassed your head up,” Miles laughed.

“Whatever. I’m ‘bout to fuck this plate up!”

“Not on my bed, I hope.”

The boy gave you a warning glance.

“Relax, you see me sitting?”

You blew on a spoonful of rice before trying it, and the flavor nearly made your eyes pop out of your skull.

“Your momma went crazy in that kitchen.”

“M-hm,” was all Miles could reply as he shoveled the rice into his mouth, already halfway through the plate.

Soon both of your plates had been scraped clean, and you started working after taking the dirty dishes downstairs to wash. All three calculus problems had been completed, but a small squabble broke out over the appearance of the slideshow that Miles had put together.

“It looks so boring,” you complained. “At least make the background a different color–”

“Uh-unh, you gon’ make it hard as fuck to read. I say we keep it simple,” the boy swatted your hand away from the keyboard.

“Make the title dark magenta, and you got a deal.”

He sighed, “Fine. It’s legible, I guess.”

It was still only 7:30 by the time the project was finished, and you didn’t feel like leaving behind the warmth of Miles’ home just yet.

“Can you play some music?”

Miles spun around in his swivel chair.

“What kind?”

“I dunno, whatever you listen to,” you tilted your head at him quizzically. “What do you listen to?”

“Um,” He reached into a drawer and pulled out a small Bluetooth speaker, setting it on his desk. “Just…whatever I feel like. Lots of stuff.”

He carefully laid down on his bed next to you, making sure to maintain at least a few inches of distance.

Old jazz music began to float through the air.

“You like Ella?”

“Yeah,” he said at a near-whisper. “...I do now. Forgot what this song was called.”

“‘It’s Only A Paper Moon,’” you answered. “From ‘The War Years’. Beautiful record.”

Miles snuck a glance at the side of your face while you stared up at the ceiling. He liked the dreamy, far-off way you’d said the title.

“You sound old as fuck right now,” he commented. “Record…”

This made you burst into laughter, and Miles decided that he didn’t mind that sound, either.

“My momma always calls ‘em ‘records’, so I picked up the habit.”

“I like how you talk.”

You finally turned your head and met the boy’s eyes. The small grin playing on his face wasn’t a teasing one.

“‘How I talk?’”

“When you’re not grilling me with questions like a cop? Yeah, it’s nice.”

Not sure what to do with this new information, you turn your gaze back up to the ceiling.

“You’re a strange one, Miles,” was all you could say.

There was a brief pause before you asked,“What did you mean by ‘now’?”

Miles raised an eyebrow. “What’d I say about complete sentences?”

“Sorry,” you rolled your eyes. “You said you liked this song now, you didn’t like it before?”

He was silent for a good, long, ten seconds before answering.

“I used to not be super into jazz. Dad used to play that shit on the radio, driving me to school. I hated having to hear it the entire ride,” he laughed. “I know he’s somewhere making fun of my ass now.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, wondering if you should offer comforting words, or your condolences. Knowing Miles – at least a little – you decided against it.

“I used to listen to Ella songs when the house got too loud, or while I was eating lunch.”

“They let you listen to music down there?”

“Nah, I was eating upstairs with the English teacher after she saw me sitting by myself.”

“You still sit by yourself?”

Shaking your head, you answered, “I usually sit with Tianna, she’s usually my calc partner. This week’s kind of an exception.”

“So if it wasn’t for her, I woulda finished this shit three days ago,” he joked.

You placed your hand over your heart and gasped dramatically. “You mean you don’t enjoy being graced by my presence?”

“Hm,” Miles conceded, “I enjoy it a little.”

“Is this your way of saying we besties now?”

“Whoah, never mind. You killed the moment.”

“That was a moment?”

“Nope, forget everything I just said.”

Fun trivia since we're almost at the end: what book do you think Miles and the MC are reading in English class? There's no prize for answering but i'll be really excited about it. Thanks again for reading!

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runa-falls · 10 months

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cat and mouse - 3

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Supervillain(?)!Reader

Warnings: mention of alcohol and being inebriated, Miguel in normal clothes (yes this is a warning), friends vs. lovers type beat

a/n: this one might be a little frustrating fyi. also it might be a while for the next part to come out bc i'm having trouble figure out where i want this story to go.

Summary: Every time you try to convince people it was an accident, you immediately get ratted out to the Spider. But really, it was! You don't know why you're being hunted, you didn't even do anything wrong. Yet.

w/c: 2.4k

part 1 part 2 part 4

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The villain's life isn’t too bad. Especially when you have friends. Well, a friend.

Really, it’s just like being unemployed, but you’re not living off of your life savings, you’re living off of someone else’s.

Maybe someone else’s else’s savings.

Ok fine, you’ll admit it. You haven’t actually done much crime at all. You’ve just been mooching off of Felicia like a girl with a sugar mama.

So what? It’s not your fault she’s the most generous criminal you’ve ever met. And technically, the money comes directly from other people’s accounts, so you are still acting as an accessory to a crime and that’s good enough for you.

So far, you’ve been treating these past few weeks like an extended vacation.

You’re still not used to your powers. It’s not as easy as thinking about something and it happens. It’s more like a feeling, something you have to pull from within. After the first few times of accidentally exploding someone’s Kia Soul and a breakfast sandwich that cost $12 (which is a crime in itself), you’ve been a little apprehensive about using your powers unless you really need them.

Thankfully, you have Felicia to teach you a few non-power-related moves just in case. You actually thought you’d never see her again after she left you on that roof. Even though she did say, “I’ll see you later,” you thought she was just being polite. But then you got a text for brunch a few days later.

Feli is not a villain, but she’s certainly not a hero either. She kinda just does what she wants when she feels like it. It’s inspiring, really.

You never told her about what happened that other night, not wanting to mention how Spider-Man mistook you for her. Or the fact that your shared a heated kiss with the hero. You’re supposed to be a bad-ass criminal, not some girl who fraternizes with superheroes like some sort of groupie. You do, however, tell her about how full-black suits aren’t your style and that you’re thinking about finally embracing your fiery locks.

She agrees adding, “We can’t show up in the same fit every time we’re committing a crime. We need to keep it fresh, give ‘em something to talk about.”

You were ready to go down to a fabric shop and stitch something quick together, but Feli adamantly convinced you that she would take care of it. Feli has this awesome AI assistant named Zee that does everything from ordering groceries to building her a new ultra-sleek motorcycle. You were told to tell Zee what you were looking for in your new suit since she’s also conveniently connected to an advanced fabricator.

“Hello, Ms. Hardy and Ms. Blaze.” You grumble at the AI’s use of your long-hated nickname, “How can I be of service?”

“Make her a new suit,” Feli commanded, “and make it quick, we have things to do today.” She sits at a desk, clicking idly through her large desktop. You peek over her shoulder, curious about what she’s working on. It’s a Pinterest board full of outfits and modern interior design ideas.

“Certainly. What are you looking for?” A holographic menu streams from the fabricating machine, showing you options for the size, fit, and design of the suit.

“Orange, maybe? And make it a little more breathable, I was sweating bullets in that other one.”

The menu scrolls around as you speak, showing you favorable color combinations and breathable fabrics and designs.

You tap on a fiery orange and black palette. It’s simple and makes sense. A few designs with your chosen colors pop up and you see the perfect one. It’s asymmetrical, leaving enough skin uncovered to ensure there’s a fair amount of ventilation for your extra-warm radioactive body heat. You click the ‘process’ button, and the machine starts right away. Estimated Time: 14 hrs and 27 minutes.

Feli stands up when she hears the rev of the machine working its magic. “Alright, darling, let’s get you up to my closet. We’re going to the club.”

—

Apparently, one of Feli’s associates owns the club we’re going to.

“He’s been asking about you, hearing about the power plant and all.” The limo he sent to her house is exquisite, offering expensive champagne and snacks. The windows are super tinted for privacy and the partition has been rolled up since you got in, so you can’t really tell where you’re headed. “I told him I’d bring you around the club sometime. That is if he lets us have some fun afterward.”

The club itself is quite packed. The building throbs with the heavy bass of electronic music that you can hear even through the heavy metal doors. There’s already a line that wraps around the block and it’s only 8 pm.

You carefully step out of the limo after Feli, trying not to trip in your borrowed heels. The bouncer instantly recognizes her and lets you pass, velvet rope pulled aside.

The sea of dancing bodies moves like a stop-motion film under the strobing lights as you walk right past the general area. You pass through a curtained entrance, walk up some stairs, and stop in front of the balcony area that overlooks the dance floor. VIP only, it says.

In the middle of the sitting area is a large bald man dressed in a proper suit, making him look like a frightening businessman. A large smile appears on his pale face when he spots your friend and he stands up to greet the two of you.

You can barely hear his voice over the loud music. “Felicia Hardy, wonderful to see you.” She offers her hand which he politely pecks.

She merely acknowledges him, “Fisk.”

He turns to you. “And you must be the famous, Blaze.” You don’t offer a hand and he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Please, call me Wilson.”

You don’t spend too much time with him, both because he seemed pretty busy and Feli wanted to go downstairs as soon as possible. He asks you normal things like where you’re from and how you met Feli, but he was mostly curious about your powers and how you got them.

“A vat, hm? I’ve heard that one before.” It’s true. Vats of shit almost ensure the creation of new villains. “S’a miracle you didn’t die from that.”

—

Feli is a lot more talkative once you leave Fisk. Despite working for him, she doesn’t seem all that fond of him. “He’ll probably call you up if he ever needs your skillset. I’d recommend taking whatever job he offers, he usually compensates generously.”

“But how? I didn’t give him my number.”

“Doesn’t matter. He’ll be in touch.”

She tells you to find a table while she gets some drinks. Apparently, the bar is open for her, another perk of working with Fisk. You feel like a wallflower as you wait for her, watching as people come and go to the dancefloor or bar. You sit at the high-top table, legs swinging idly to the beat of the music.

You’re almost shoved off your seat when someone bumps into you and you have to hold onto the table to keep your balance. “Oh, sorry,” You hear a familiar voice say over the pounding music.

“It’s ok.”

“Lava Girl,” You look over at the man, head having to tilt up to see his face. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” You barely recognize him as you’ve never seen him out of the suit before. He’s wearing a tight black short-sleeve that stretches nicely over his broad chest and dark wash jeans. Looking like any other civilian.

“Miguel!” His eyes wander over the short black dress you were borrowing from Felicia, briefly stopping over the length of your bare legs that are visible through the glass table.

“Always seem to be wearing something new when I see you.”

“Well, my friend has expensive taste.”

His brows furrow, “Friend? You’re here with someone?”

“Mhm.” Your eye catches on a head of silver hair, wandering through the crowds of loud and rowdy people. “Oh, just a sec. There she is.” You stand up to catch her attention and miraculously she spots you, flashing a smile as you wave your arms around like a lunatic.

Then she sees him and her soft smile stops. One of her perfectly tailored eyebrows raises as she joins the two of you, drinks in hand. “You.”

He seems surprised to see her. “Fel…” There’s a long bout of silence between the three of you. Whatever light energy was there quickly grows tense and you start to feel uncomfortable.

What’s with these two?

You try to salvage whatever you can from this weird conversation. “So, how do you guys know each other?” Felicia’s gaze releases its hold on Miguel and they both look at you, almost like forgot you were even there.

Miguel starts. “Uh, we’re old friends.” She gives him a look that you can’t decipher. “Older enemies.”

Then she writes it out, “Ex’s.”

You can tell he’s trying to hide a wince, but he’s not very good at it. So he was looking for her that night. Does that mean he would’ve kissed her instead of you then? Wait, that also means you kissed your best friend's ex! Shit.

“Oh.” You pick up a coaster just to have something to do with your hands. “Well, that’s cool– I mean it’s not cool, but– like, oh, so that’s how you know each other. Wow, what a small–”

“Why are you here Mig?” Suspicion drips off each word as she steps forward, almost like she’s trying to protect you.

“You’re asking why I’m at a club owned by one of the notorious crime lords in Nueva York?”

And all of a sudden you’re not there again. It’s just them.

“No, I’m asking why you’re here. With her.”

“Can’t a guy just say hi to a friend?”

It dawns on her. “She knows?” She says through gritted teeth.

He run a hand through his dark brown waves, “Look, it just happened.”

“Miguel, leave her alone, she hasn’t done anything.” You feel like you’re a kid watching her parents bicker about things unknown to you. You nervously fiddle with the hem of your skirt.

“She’s a good girl.”

“It’s not like that, Fel.” She rolls her emerald green eyes.

“Sure, it isn’t. I know you, Miguel.”

He scoffs, “Yeah, whatever.” He brushes her off, clearly done with the conversation. “Ok, well, I’d love to stay longer, but I did actually come here for a reason.” He pulls away from the table, “It was nice seeing you, Blaze.” You could tell that he means it just by the way he looks at you.

You nod at him, not really up to say much of anything after tonight. You can tell you’re dismissive send-off stings, but you don’t really care.

“Hardy.” She doesn’t even look at him and he walks away without another word.

“Ugh, that guy.” Feli takes a deep sip of her vodka cran and you watch as a napkin sticks to the sweating glass as she tilts it back. She pushes yours closer to you, letting the perspiration drag against the glass table.

At this point, you’re not really feeling the whole club scene anymore.

“Promise you’ll stay away from him.” Your eyes lift from your untouched glass to meet her stare. “I know he’s Nueva York’s sweetheart Spider-Man or whatever, but he’s bad news, trust me.”

“Ok.”

“You really don’t wanna get caught up in the superhero drama. I’m just, trying to look out for you, Blaze.”

You nod, forcing yourself to smile. “I know.”

And you do. She probably has a good reason for it, but it doesn’t make you feel any better.

All the events of the evening sit in the air for a second. Felicia, Fisk, and Miguel. Your brain is having a hard time organizing everything and the noises around you aren’t helping.

You decidedly pick up your glass without thinking and quickly drain it, barely even tasting it before feeling its cool contents bloom throughout your body. You set it down a bit harsher than you intended, but the coaster does a good job of absorbing the sound.

You hop off your seat. “Let’s dance.”

Feli is surprised by your sudden changed mood, “Oh, right now?” You need to let loose. You can’t let some stupid kiss ruin your new life. You can’t let anything distract you. You can’t let him distract you. As of now, you’re a new woman and you’re ready to embrace exactly who everyone thinks you are.

You offer your hand, “Right now.” She takes it, letting you lead her straight to the middle of the dancefloor.

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This time you run before you even see him. Well ‘run’ may be an exaggeration. You were too drunk to even walk in a straight line so let’s just say you ‘left.’

So the night went off the rails a little bit. One fruity mixed drink turned into a few rounds of shots, which turned into a very ambitious plan to revisit that bank that shut down on you a few weeks ago. Since it hasn’t been hit since that night, you assumed everything would’ve simmered down around it. Less security, less fuss, and less Spider-Man. And you were right.

You were also careless.

Drunk girls and endless power create an interesting scene for the police to discover. First, you skipped the doors altogether. Why use the front entrance, when you can walk straight into the vault? By the time the cops would get there, they’d be greeted by a huge hole that rips through several layers of (theoretically) indestructible materials.

Then there are the two blood-red lipstick kisses right next to it. That was Feli’s idea.

“Oh my god, you know what would be so cute? If we signed off on this with little kisses!”

“Why would we do that?” Your words slur slightly as you step into the vault. It’s stacked high with bills placed in perfectly rectangular towers. A soft breeze could easily ruin the whole room.

“A girl’s gotta leave her mark.”

“Mm…ok, why not.”

You stuff your small handbags to the brim, not worried when a few bills fall out. This job isn’t really about the money, it’s about sending a message.

You both casually stagger away from the crime scene, catch a cab (paying with handfuls of cash because you can’t be bothered to count it out), and get back to her place.

“You staying over?”

“Can I?”

“Of course, darling.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #spider man 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #cat and mouse

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abruisedmuse · 11 months

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QUESTION...?

Song analysis

Kinda wild that this is the first thing I'm talking in length about since it's not my usual and I don't talk song analysis I typically write fanfic and make edits when creative but this won't leave my head so here we are.

Things to note before we jump in:

In Taylor's speech last night when she said she was the happiest she's been in all aspects of her life, she referred to this song as it being a happy memory. Being the lyrics it didn't click unless it refers to someone close to her now. The person who fits this is Matty.

Question...? Is in the pre-show playlist for The 1975. An odd choice if you ask me being unless you listen to Midnights you know it. From my knowledge Preshow playlists usually contain top charting hits, released singles etc. To me, this feels like Matty kinda showing off that she wrote a song about him. Sorry if there's any typos I did this before coffee and I didn't have my glasses on lmao. If you don't like Matty that's fine, then this post isn't for you and you can keep on scrolling.

I cut off the intro on accident, it says "I remember". That could be just setting up the song stating this deals with the past. Or it's a response to the line in 'About you' by The 1975 where Matty sings, "Do you think I have forgotten. She says no I haven't, I remember.

The first line in the verse is giving two characters: Taylor, the good girl. Matty, the sad boy. Taylor went to two shows in 2014 for The 1975. One in LA and one in NY. I'm going with NY for this setting. The one thing going on was that they hooked up. Possibly seeing each other albeit extremely briefly.

Regardless of what it was it impacted her life greatly. He painted her nights a color she's been looking for ever since. Ever since Matty left her she's been trying to chase that feeling. Kinda ties into her speech last night too because she finally found it. After she had to deal with one thing after another. Other relationships, media, pandemic. Basically all the hurdles in her life that brought them back together. (It could also be in reference to their past situationship and what caused the fallout. )

Taylor wants to talk. She has questions about the past and wants to clear the air.

I think this took place when they were all hanging out and everyone was just shocked when it happened. They kissed around friends and were teased about it. But the friends in question gave an approval by clapping. These were super close friends who wouldn't tell any media outlets so I'm thinking like Selena, George, Ross, Adam. Etc. People who won't talk but I could see teasing tf out of them but being supportive. I don't remember which show Karlie was at which is why I didn't say her. Anyway, she's now asking him and what he did as in do you remember? Cause I do. And then she continues with her questions.

Now, Matty was using alot of drugs around here so it's possible he remembered but not everything. Or it's possible he did and wants to forget that he left in middle of night. Because as soon she asks that he goes oh. The oh is him being like ah fuck. So then Taylor shoots back three consecutive questions. Whatever happened in the past I think was her call for whatever reason maybe he didn't want to public or be in a relationship. And because she knows herself, the feelings are getting too much, she's getting this strong connection and feelings she has to end it. And Does it bother him he didn't fight for it? Does it bother him the way it does her? Does he miss her? He seems taken aback and she's saying well its just a question. A hypothetical one. He's doubting that.

This is about the Brit awards and Calvin. Stay with me. Half-moon eyes elude to someone on drugs, i.e., Matty. Peep the last line line the image "but you were on somethin". indiciating the half-moon eyes are not from weed but something harder. The bad surprise is Calvin. And this is the moment Matty knew he fucked up because he had still feelings. He was jealous cause the brit awards was when Taylor and Calvin met and as we all know. The dude is a dickhead lol.

Lots of drinking, no one should be surprised by with Matty. Idk about the politics and gender roles. It's clearly about Matty. Since hes more of an activist than Taylor and has songs about politics, has worn skirts, make up, kisses guy. It's also kinda about Taylor. Idk love to heard thoughts. I know it my bones it connects. Could also be in connection with the fact that a couple months after the awards Matty says dating Taylor would be emasculating. I think he said it out of anger. Anger at himself for not being with her, jealous of Calvin, and pissed shes dating the said dickhead. Anyway back to the awards time, they are fighting. Matty is unhappy with her talking to Calvin. And she probably asks him again what he wants. He doesn't know but he sure as hell doesn't want her with that guy.

The second best after that meteor strike is going back to the first verse. About the color she's searched for. I said it deeply impacted her. This indicates it did for the both of them. After the impact of her, Taylor. Has anyone even come close to the intense feelings they shared in a short time? The her in question I feel like it depends on when this song was written. However if we take the scene that is set for us and the time frame given, it's probably Halsey. Otherwise if it was written in 2021/2022 then it could be FKA Twigs. Whichever her, there's no hate there. She's happy for him. Truly. Either one suits him better, however she can't help but wonder...

Then the chorus repeats. Back to her speech, the reason she is saying this is a happy memory for her. Is because now it is. Her thoughts are filled with what could have happened? That color she's been searching for, the missing piece, it's found again. It's come back to her. Now she can look back, laugh, and think of it as happy. This is why everything in her life finally feels like it makes sense.

feel free to add on if you like. This is just my initial thoughts breaking down Question..? after last night

Tagging: @musicjunkie29 @deeenerys17 @hauntedromantics @littleeyelidsflutter (Ya'll seemed excited by the Musicjunkie's post so I thought of you all)

#taylor swift #matty healy #the 1975 #midnights #midnights 3am edition #question...?#1989 #taylor x matty #maylor #mattay #song analysis #lyrics

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hadesknockedupintheunderworld · 6 months

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Yes, I'm still making my way through Archie era *however* someone convinced me to read "Imposter Syndrome" so I could baseline understand Surge and Kit, and then sent me some other comic screenshots

And

I have now become a Sontailsurgekit qqp polycule truther

Listen listen

It possessed me so badly I had to make a poorly done relationship chart

They could all be roommates, partners, still be enemies, they could be anything they could be everything

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Bonus!:

Kit and Sonic about each other: Wow they remind me of my partner (affectionate) 🥺🥰💖

Surge and Tails about each other: Wow they remind me of my partner (derogatory)

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[Image 1: The image consists of four bubbles in each corner, eight arrows, and eight blocks of text. The bubble in the upper left corner depicts Surge the Tenrec from the Sonic the Hedgehog comics from IDW publishing, the bubble in the upper right depicts Sonic the Hedgehog from the same comic, the bubble in the bottom left depicts Kit or Kitsunami the Fennec from the same comic, and the bubble in the bottom right depicts Miles "Tails" Prower or Tails the Fox, also from the same comic. The first set of arrows extend horizontally between the Surge and Sonic bubbles and are colored orange. The text above the orange arrow that points from Surge's bubble to Sonic's reads as follows:

"Hates him so badly that the relationship is fun. Blood. Murder. Pain. Has the capability to become attached to him in a Shadow like way. She would not kiss or fuck him but nevertheless the tension is off the charts."

The text below the orange arrow that points from Sonic's bubble to Surge's reads as follows:

"Wants to be friends or at least rivals/enemies who won't kill each other so fucking bad. Recognizes they could be a fun power duo. WOULD say shit to her like 'you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid'. Not fully romantic but not platonic. Definitely wants to kiss her once. Just to try it."

The second set of arrows extend vertically between the Surge and Kit bubbles and are colored green. The text to the right of the green arrow that points from Surge's bubble to Kit's reads as follows:

"Needs him (won't admit). The feelings grow slowly over time into something not fully romantic but definitely not purely platonic. No matter what other relationships she will have this one will always be different and most likely stronger."

The text to the left of the green arrow that points from Kit's bubble to Surge's reads as follows:

"Toxic codependency and obsession. Would kiss her if she asked. Yandere for her. Has the potential to develop into strong love."

The third set of arrows extend vertically between the Sonic and Tails bubbles and are colored red. The text to the right of the red arrow that points from Sonic's bubble to Tails' reads as follows:

"Instantly clicks as friends but develops slow burn kinda love. Not fully romantic but not opposed to kisses. So dense he doesn't realize that this 'friendship' is not just stronger than others' but also different than 'normal' relationships. Wants to be by his side forever."

The text to the left of the red arrow that points from Tails' bubble to Sonic's reads as follows:

"Puppy crush and admiration turned love. Best friends. Would not be sad if they never date as long as they're together forever. Kisses him in his dreams."

The fourth and final set of arrows extend horizontally between the Kit and Tails bubbles and are colored blue. The text above the blue arrow that points from Kit's bubble to Tails' reads as follows:

"Definite bit of jealousy towards. Has never had someone relate to him and treat him like this. Likes him a surprising amount but would not admit it except under special circumstances. Has dreams about kissing him."

The text below the blue arrow that points from Tails' bubble to Kit's reads as follows:

"Wants to have some sort of relationship so fucking bad. Would kiss him if he wanted. Wants so badly to hit the lab with him to analyze his tech or make shit with him. Cares very very much about his wellbeing. He wants a relationship with romance undertones but also to not actually be killed. Thinks he's cute too."

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[Image 2: The image consists of four bubbles grouped together in the top left corner, four different colored arrows, four circles of solid color, and four blocks of text. The upper leftmost bubble depicts Surge the Tenrec from the Sonic the Hedgehog comics from IDW publishing, the bubble in the upper right depicts Sonic the Hedgehog from the same comic, the bubble in the bottom left depicts Kit or Kitsunami the Fennec from the same comic, and the bubble in the bottom right depicts Miles "Tails" Prower or Tails the Fox, also from the same comic. The first arrow extends diagonally between the Surge and Tails bubbles and is colored turquoise. It points from the Surge bubble to the Tails bubble. This arrow corresponds to the first solid color bubble near the top right of the image, which is also turquoise. The block of text next to this bubble reads as follows:

"Grows to tolerate. Not super nice to him. Thinks he's helpful though."

The second arrow extends diagonally between the Tails and Surge bubbles and is colored blue. It points from the Tails bubble to the Surge bubble. This arrow corresponds to the second solid color bubble near right from the top of the image, which is also blue. The block of text next to this bubble reads as follows:

"Knows she tolerates him. Nice to her when he can be. Also kinda grows to tolerate."

The third arrow extends diagonally between the Kit and Sonic bubbles and is colored purple. It points from the Kit bubble to the Sonic bubble. This arrow corresponds to the third solid color bubble near right from the top of the image, which is also purple. The block of text next to this bubble reads as follows:

"Has potential to become obsessed with and/or admire. Actually likes him and would kiss under correct circumstances. Loyal to Surge first though."

The fourth and final arrow extends diagonally between the Sonic and Kit bubbles and is colored a pastel green. It points from the Sonic bubble to the Kit bubble. This arrow corresponds to the fourth solid color bubble at the bottom of the image, which is also pastel green in color. The block of text next to this bubble reads as follows:

"The Tails effect (aka, starts/tries to create strong bonds with those who remind him of Tails and has the potential to become affectionate with). Wants him to be happy and cared for. Would take a lot of time but has the possibility of developing into similar relationship as with Tails. Would not realize how easy he can begin to wrap Kit around his finger, but recognizes he (Sonic) is second to Surge."

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elgascreamslikehell · 7 months

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It's something something Sunday again!!

I know the final, i know the name - it'll be.. okay, I don't really have a name cause i stuck with 'don't die before i do' cause it is dramatic enough but TOO CLICHÉ. The funniest part still i have ending part and bonus part finished and now I'm still fixing the beginning.

This is the part of beginning)) kinda

'But enough chatting, i wanted to have him'- Alan points to Buck with a gun which makes Eddie instantly furious: 'As my shield to get out alive but i don't need two shields apparently, so we don't need him anymore. You see, Diaz, you shouldn't come back here' There's this clicking sound of the trigger making Eddie nauseous. That's not fair. You can't just shoot Buck. Not him. God i saw him dead once and it's my nightmare for the rest of my life. Just stop. Put your gun down. 'Buck, go away!' It was bold to assume Buck would really obey. Why is it always so cliché? Bad guy with a gun, good guy is just wrong time wrong place and minor character who has nothing to do, just watch. Who the hell decided Eddie is minor character actually? Sometimes ago, like very long time ago, Eddie spent nights watching old tv series of the mobile army hospital. It was that time when Shannon left him and Chris has a lot of issues so sleep was something Eddie just couldn't afford. So, in one of the episodes - he remembers it clearly cause it was quite a drama - was a whole monologue of 'you never hear the bullet'. It ends with 'sometimes you hear it'. Well, it ends with another great monologue about young people always dying but he just pretends to ignore this part now. There should be a law. Never put Evan Buckley in danger. Punishment is dead penalty. But Alan is, technically, a psycho, so he doesn't care about any laws, especially if they are existing only in Eddie's head. From the outside it should look heroically. Eddie sure hopes so, otherwise it'll be just stupid to go towards armed guy who keeps his finger on the trigger. Or run towards him. And not that Eddie has a plan. It would be much better if he has a plan not only rage.

At least he heard his bullet. It was hard to miss on such short distance. So he definitely heard it. And Buck's gasp - he also heard that. Looks like Buck doesn't think it was heroic at all. Apparently, Buck catches him before even pain catches him. But pain is much more aggressive. 'Eddie!' Do not scare him, Eddie, you promised your cap you'll keep an eye on Buck 'I'm fine... small calibre, Hen fixes me in a moment' Alan looks at them with crooked smile. Well, what else could you expect from schizophrenic. But then he talks and makes everything just ... complicated. Okay, he is also ex-military. He knows Eddie is lying now. Of course he knows, if Eddie spent his serving time mostly helping people, he was a medic - Alan spent it in a killing spree. Direct shot to the chest from so little distance - not the best way to live your life long enough. But instead of any unnecessary details or revealing of Eddie's lies he speaks with no visible emotions 'I didn't want this. Any of this. And you better run' Buck opens his mouth for really untimely question, Eddie feels it with the back of his head. But he just doesn't have time to actually ask. It's still a small calibre, yes, but this guy, apart of his schizophrenia is... was still a professional. His next shot is aimed perfectly - to color school walls with a pool of blood. He said run...

#ryu is writing stuff #eddie diaz #buddie #evan buckley #buck x eddie #buddie 911 #911 fic #911 buddie #911 fandom #911 eddie

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unorthodox-soundwave · 1 year

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Okay, so now what I've slept and the episode is up on YouTube, I'm gonna dump all my thoughts on For The Future out in a single (very long) post like I did for Thanks To Them.

Of course, that means heavy spoilers, so do not click keep reading unless you've seen the episode (or if you don't care about spoilers for the ep, which makes me wonder how you even got to this post).

Okay so. Oh my titan. Where do I start? Beginning's probably the best choice.

I had a hunch they'd do the 'End of King's Tide from the other perspective' thing, but I can't say any of that quite went how I was expecting. I kinda thought—and I think a lot of other people did too—that King was gonna be fully separated from the rest of group on the BI from the moment the Collector was let out. Lilith and Eda both attempting to confront the Collector and save King immediately was not at all what I really expected.

I'm a little curious as to how the three of them made it to the point that they did after the intro, though. I get that Lilith made new elixir for Eda's curse, but then how did Lilith get un-puppetified ahead of that? I might've missed a detail somewhere, but as far as I can remember that wasn't really elaborated on. Maybe King asked the Collector to un-puppet her?

I do love the new designs for Eda and Lilith though. Lilith's hair being back to her natural color does make it really feel like it's been a long time (plus it makes her color palette look a bit more like the aroace flag hehehe). I also like that Eda's arm hasn't been replaced by anything, just bandaged. I feel like I saw a lot of people's design-guesses for her had given her a new arm in some capacity, and I always kinda felt like it was more in-character for Eda to not really see it as something that needs a replacement.

At least they still seem to be a bit happy.

But, moving on from that, I'm absolutely going absolutely insane over the fact that the Hexsquad and Eda/Lilith/King still haven't actually gotten to reunite. Like, the Hexsquad saw King, but other than that, nobody's really aware of how the other group is doing at this point. It hurts so bad.

But speaking of the Hexsquad, there's a lot to unpack with them. I'm kind of amazed how many personal arcs are still getting fit into the show with so few epsiodes.

Willow's arc especially kind of surprised me, though it's a welcome one for sure! It was—for better or worse for myself—a very relatable thing to see portrayed how it was. And the way it tied into Hunter's whole deal as well was so artfully done.

Like, damn, this hurts.

Immediately following up the Hunter-saves-Willow scene of that arc with Luz's "The only thing I've ever really wanted was to be understood" felt like it was equally calling me out. Like damn, all these characters are so relatable it hurts.

The way Camila and Luz's arcs in this episode informed one another was super elegant. Their daughter relationship is so wholesome.

Amity getting her chance to finally confront Boscha fully was another thing I really wasn't expecting to still make it into the season with it cut down so much. In fact, I can't say I was expecting Boscha to get a chance for any sort of active role. I really need to stop underestimate how well Dana and her team are managing to work with the small number episodes, they clearly know what they're doing.

Which, as it stands, I guess the only member of the Hexsquad who hasn't had a significant season 3 arc is Gus (outside of his role in Hunter and Willow's arcs), but he went through so much in season 2 that I kinda hope he doesn't have to go through anything more.

However, a character I DO hope has to go through more BS is Belos. I'm still kinda reeling from the fact that he apparently already had a new grimwalker on the way, and then tried to POSSESS it. I'm a bit relieved that it didn't work, because I don't think I could've handled it (nor could Hunter, frankly), but Raine being the second option isn't great either.

Moving past main characters;

Getting actual characterization of The Collector has been very interesting, mainly because it seems like everyone seemed to get it pretty right that they're an Enzo Gabriel. I really do wonder how aware they are of the harm they're doing, because it seems to be getting kept a bit vague on the actual truth of that. They seem pretty largely oblivious to the fact that it's anything other than a game, but the edit to the 'bedtime story' seems to imply that they at least know some amount of it.

What affairs? "Seal them up so they never fade"??

Mom-dalia??? How in the name of the titan did she manage to pull off getting to be The Collector's mom-figure instead of getting puppeted immediately. It kind of implies that she somehow hasn't managed to actively do a single thing that annoyed the Collector this whole time, which I'm amazed by. Though, to be fair, Terra apparently hadn't done so either, so the bar might not be that high.

Caleb and the past grimwalkers have me a little confused. Are they ghosts? Guilt-formed hallucinations? Something else? Is there a link between grimwalkers and their creators that means Belos has been getting haunted by all of them this whole time? Regardless, seeing a bunch of the past grimwalkers was not something I expected either.

This shot is haunting as hell.

Mattholomule's name actually being Mat Tholomule does feel like it makes sense in retrospect, but it's also very cursed.

Edric and Emira's reunion with Amity was the first part of the episode that got me to start crying (though it was far from the last.)

Moving past characters...

The scene that revealed String Bean was kind of funny to me because "A dragon? A bird?! Oh, an otter! A spooky bat? Uh, a snake?" is almost definitely a direct callout of the fandom's guesses as time went on. Though, all of the respective guesses are also very in-character for each person (Hunter's "A bird?!" does hurt my heart a little).

The design of The Collector's House/The Archives is a little interesting to me because the way it's floating over The Titan's head makes it look like a halo. Or a crown? I feel like there's some symbolism I'm missing.

New Hexside was a very fun concept in general. I feel like the idea of "a town/society that's entirely composed of schoolchildren" was very accurately portrayed.

I dunno if the scene right at the end was meant to be the 100% canon confession or just lead-up to something in the next episode but I sobbed either way!!!!!

*chanting* Huntlow! Huntlow! Huntlow!

I think I've finally run out of things to say (though that might change).

#the owl house #the owl house spoilers #toh #toh spoilers #for the future #for the future spoilers

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gayelectro · 2 years

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you already Know who i'm gonna ask about for the f/o ask ( -v-)👍[bull armor]

HELL YESSSSSS I have an established brand now!

B - Before: Before you decided to make them your F/O, what did you first think of them/their source?

I know I’ve said this before, but he’s literally what got me invested in the show. The first two episodes of Iron Leaguer, I was just kinda waiting to see if this really was a show that I could get invested in. I was really skeptical, what with the sports angle and my own distaste for sports anime! But something about his episode just... Clicked in my brain! I wanted to see where all of the characters were going to go and grow!

Once I was really in deep and going through the show with FULL interest, I didn’t think I had a crush on Bull. My main ships for him were him and Top Joy and/or him and Silky! I still love those ships, of course, but I didn’t even consider self-shipping. It’s not usually something I’ve ever given much thought to. It wasn’t until my wife kept teasing me about how obvious it was to her that I was crushing on him that I came to realize it myself! We’ve been writing cute Buruburi stuff ever since!

U - Uplift: How do they help you when you’re stressed or sad and vice versa?

He’s a really good talker and listener. He gives me the space to talk freely about how I feel and that means a lot. Plus, I dunno, he always seems to have just the right thing to say to make me feel better! And it helps a ton that he’s also quite the cuddler, so not only do I get to vent out my feelings, I’m also being held and having my hair pet and all the good stuff that just makes the world not seem so bad!

L - Language: What’s their love language? What’s yours?

Okay, I’m not gonna get on my high horse about love languages. At least I don’t think I will! My main issue with love languages as a concept is I think that many people get caught up in the idea of Everyone Has One True Love Language when... I think most people have varying degrees of multiple! It seems reductive how some people will treat it like a Hogwarts House or whatever. The concept is helpful, but execution is often lost on folks. Plus, it doesn’t help that like, every time I’ve taken a love language test, I get different answers, all based on slight variations in wording. And my wife never has a consistent love language either from these tests. I just like a little bit of all the languages!

ALL THAT ASIDE...

Bull Armor’s main love languages are Quality Time and Physical Touch. Meanwhile, my main love languages are Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch. Naturally, we hold hands quite a bit!

A - Art: Do they draw or paint? What about any other kind of art? What’s their favorite style/subject/another artist who inspires them?

This one really got my brain thinking. At first, I think art and the art world would be a little bit lost on him. But once he saw something that moved him, that made him feel something, he’d really get what it’s all about. I could see him coming home from an art museum and just throwing himself into a new hobby of abstract art. He’d like the kind of messy “throw a whole bucket of paint at a canvas and smear it with your hands” kind of stuff. And I would gladly get him a tarp. His color schemes would likely be a bit on the garish and bright side, colors clashing in unpleasant ways, but it still provokes a certain feeling.

R - Rainbow: What colors do you associate with them and why?

So, Magnum Ace is already honestly the "red guy" on this rainbow of a team. Naturally, that leaves Bull Armor as orange. I always think of him as the orange of the team! I mostly think of the accents on his helmet, which are a bit more orangey than the yellow of his horns. Then you've got his pretty big baby blue eyes, of course it makes me think of him! And then there's his adorable pink cheeks! He's got a perpetual blush going on! 💗

M - Meeting: What was your first time meeting them?

We met at the mecha hospital! I was a paper pusher and he was a nurse! We became cordial little work pals, but I split from that place and eventually, so did he. Back then there was only a work buds bond.

O - Online: What is your f/o’s social media presence like, or what would it be like if they had internet in their world/era?

I’ve got two distinct ideas for Bull Armor on Twitter and Tumblr:

Either one, the Hoizer approach, where 90% of the time it is very clear that the account is run by like a manager. Manager posting is almost always very formal, hyping up game days or autograph events. But randomly, Bull himself log on and post something that is very clearly directly from him. It’s not promoting anything, it’s just some random ass thought or feeling that he had in the moment.

Or two, more like Chafurin’s (his voice actor’s) Twitter, where he honestly just happy old man posting. Pictures of sunsets in places he’s been, ramblings about the good things in life. Very wholesome and probably has a side hobby listed in his bio instead of, like, the fact that he’s a multiple championship winning Iron Leaguer.

#long post //#Buruburi #0boko #original Buruburi content

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russenoire · 6 months

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some points raised by AI advocates that made me stroke my chin and maybe even empathize a tiny bit.

idk, but i like nuance and think it gets elided easily in online discussions. i do not think these below are GOOD justifications, ever, for plundering the hard work and talent of human artists using AI to make art for profit, but they're valid points.

some people tempted by or who make AI art

don't want to take the time to 'git gud, n00b' because they emphatically do not enjoy the process of sucking at shit until they don't suck. and this includes those who might be interested in taking the time, but look at everything they feel might be required and think: 'i could go to film or art school for 3+ years or i could spend 30 minutes tailoring a midjourney prompt.' i kinda get this one, tbh. artistic skill is hard-won whether you're formally trained or not. i am untrained; i would say self-trained. but i never stopped drawing as a child like most people do. something visually and mentally clicked for me, something that i couldn't even articulate until i read drawing on the right side of the brain in my 20s, that allowed me to jump over the initial 'why can't i just draw what i SEE AAAAKSHDKF' hurdle. maybe this is what 'talent' actually means? that early mental/visual shift—where you come to see the world and things in it as a collection of shapes, lines, planes, lights, darks, color blocks, mostly divorced from context or meaning—is present in others like myself, and it does smooth your path. adults just draw for two, three, four years, compare themselves to people who felt some version of that aforementioned shift and/or went to art school, and conclude that they 'have no talent'. while that understandably feels like a long-ass time to go nowhere fast, three years really isn't a lot of time for organic, undirected skill development. i'm serious. inventing the wheel by yourself takes fucking forever; my drawings didn't stop sucking until i was around 11 or 12. that's half my childhood. easily. but actually taking classes or diving into hardcore study? can and will drastically shorten that time. the progress i've seen competent drawing teachers achieve with their students in weeks or months, or artists on youtube who do frequent, deliberate practice in a year is not a miracle. real progress is attainable within a reasonable fucking frame of time IF YOU WANT IT.

really, really aren't satisfied with art that looks bad to them and still want to realize their ideas. and i'm talking crying themselves to sleep over the mismatch between their own skills and said ideas. that frustration is REAL and a version of it is actually a huge factor in why children stop drawing. see all of the above. i don't know how to ease the pain of that skill mismatch. me, i sat with a lot of frustration for a long time; hell, I STILL DO. i think i'd still be halfway decent at lineart and intimidated by actually painting it if i hadn't just started pushing myself to fucking PAINT already, even if it looked really basic. being simultaneously OK with whatever you can do right now and still striving to improve is emotionally difficult. and i know it hurts to have a really cool idea and feel blocked from making it real, especially if you're just not there yet. 'THEN JUST COMMISSION AN ARTIST,' i can hear you artists screaming from the ether. yo. artists are expensive. we are, and we kinda need to be to make a decent living or a feasible side hustle (i'm not going to get into artists underselling themselves). i do think most folks in this boat are not greedy tech bros, just ordinary working class folks who want beauty that is good enough without having to shovel over half a week's paycheck for it. to which i would also argue... dude, you can just save up, too.

often only recognize certain styles of painting (realism or hyperrealism; super-glossy, shiny, high contrast digital painting) as art and want to make art like THAT. putting aside the fact that art is all-encompassing and literally anything can be art, paintings in realistic styles are what i would argue most lay people think of as capital-A art. there is a reason why dictators tend to discourage or prohibit non-realist art; why the early USSR and CPC commissioned bright realist murals everywhere; why more abstract art didn't really catch fire in the western world until the advent of photography. people can see themselves and their history, represented in full color and often writ large. that's fucking powerful and sometimes lost, i think, on those of us who see things differently. but that kind of art is even more out of reach for the lay person who wants it. it takes far longer to make and train for, and artists who work in a realistic style can and do command stupid money. not everyone has that kind of patience or pockets that deep.

firmly believe that some people have more talent than others, so skill development doesn't matter. these are usually the people i mentioned in my first point, who've actually tried for months or years to git gud but never knew how or what to practice. they've been exposed to lots of people their age who felt the shift™ and can't really explain their faster improvement. if you know this feel, gentle reader, and have no clue what's actually happening, i understand why you might throw in the towel. US culture in particular is terrible at growing and nurturing talent of all kinds, and artists don't often share the hours they're actually pouring into improving specific skills. 'talent' by itself is fucking useless; a person who is willing to work at continual improvement will mop up the floor with someone who doesn't think they need to build skill. artists know this. and if you don't feel that shift as a kid, you can learn how to unlock it as an adult.

#AI #AI art #art is your birthright #musings #turntablism and sampling carry some of the same ethical concerns #the music industry dealt with this by asking musicians to credit their sources #and share any profits generated from their own work in many cases with the original rights holders #it's different ofc because DJs are very consciously choosing what to use from where #like a drum lick here #or a horn blast there #or a spoken line from a recipe #and then weaving everything together into a tapestry that doesn't resemble the original #they're also typically highly skilled artists and producers in their own right #you should look up the history of the 'amen break' sometime #that 6 sec drum sample catalyzed one of my favorite musical styles #drum and bass

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savannahsdeath · 8 months

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Ellie with a fem reader girlfriend that loves to get her nails done ?

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! please, kinda loser!ellie?

writers note: GUYSS ITS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!!🗣️🗣️🗣️also im not a nail person so its just a bunch of thoughts i got about it🫣

you were sitting in the nail salon, just like evey month, pointlessly clicking something on your mobile with one hand while the manicurist worked on your other one. a soft glow emanated from the phone's screen as your fingers gently scrolled through the contents. the quiet humming from the nail salon's machinery provided a soothing background, and you let out a sigh as you glanced around the room. a few other women were scattered around, with their own manicurists tending to them. you caught sight of several painted designs in various colors on their nails.

the manicurist in question is a middle-aged woman with a kind and patient demeanor. she's not the most talkative, but she knows exactly how you like your nails done by now and that saved you some time.

you looked down at a text from ellie, asking you where you are. of course you warned her where you're going, but she never bothers to remember.

you could reply with a simple 'in the salon' message, but that wouldn't satisfy her. you could also add 'i will be home soon.' to alleviate her worries, but then she would respond with 'why aren't you home now?' so... maybe a creative approach is necessary.

you sighed and typed out a response; "i'm at the place you always forget about."

ellie's response came in mere seconds later.

"yeah, right." she replied. "sorry, remind me where you are again?"

you shook your head, this was a very common occurrence now. it was getting a bit annoying, to be honest. you knew she had good intentions, but her forgetfulness really tested your patience sometimes.

you typed out another response. "i'm at the nail salon. the same one i always go to."

instead of an answer you got a cash transfer from her with a title; 'just needed an excuse to text you'.

she may be your girlfriend for almost two years now, yet she was so bad at making small talks while not being face to face. it's not the first time she did something like that, she always explain it with 'it's a lot more important for me to have a conversation with you than to keep that $50'.

"can't you just... message me without any reason?" you always reply that.

and in answer to that, she just shrugs. So you spared her that question this day.

you texted her again, hoping she'll feel the slight taunting in your statement; "well played, ellie. i appreciate your honesty and free money".

as you sent the message, you were thinking about how this would likely play out. ellie had quite the prideful side to her. you knew she would take offense to your comment and send back a witty response in return.

sure enough, a few more seconds passed, and another text appeared, titled, "payback: i knew where you were the whole time".

you couldn't help but scoff and chuckle at ellie's response. she may be a bit forgetful at times, but she's very much aware of her situation now.

you typed out another text, still keeping up the playful banter with ellie. "mhm, i guess you're not so forgetful after all, huh?"

as if her pride was challenged by your words, ellie shot back quickly with another text. "no, i'm not. and to prove it, i remember all the embarrassing moments you've ever had".

oh, oh no. oh no no no. you immediately regretted having said those words. this could be very bad. you had no clue how ellie would respond, or the embarrassing moments she would bring up. maybe you were better off forgetting. time to change the subject. you sent another text to ellie, hoping to distract her. "how has your day been, ellie?"

ellie's response took a surprising turn. "it's been okay, but something you just reminded me of just made it great".

you wondered what ellie meant by that, and you couldn't help but simply ask her. you typed out; "what did i just remind you of?"

your heart started beating faster as you started to realize what ellie was going to say. you sent another text to ellie quickly. "don't, ellie. please don't say it".

ellie took what felt like an eternity to respond, probably fighting her cute and nice side. finally, her text response came in. "remember that time when we were in college..."

you felt your heart sink into your stomach as ellie's text completed itself. she remembered exactly what you were trying to forget. the memory came back to you, that humiliating moment from so long ago. your face flushed in embarrassment as you remembered what ellie was talking about, and you sent a quick text to ellie in response. "stop right there. i don't wanna hear it".

"oh, good to know that you do remember it" she answered, her message followed by a silly emoji she always uses ironically. she knew you felt the urge to throw your phone across the room eveytime you saw it.

you didn't have a proper response, so you decided to just take it all in with no protest. no point in making things worse by trying to prove otherwise. "yep. i remember."

ellie laughed softly behind her phone screen.

you typed out a text to ellie. "just wait till i get you back for this, els."

you were sure that ellie knew about the smirk on your face right now. she probably had one on her too. you couldn't help but wonder what your manicurist thinks you're doing.

"oh, you wouldn't want to mess with me now" ellie's another message appeared on your screen. "not when i'm so nice, waiting for you in the parking lot for half an hour now"

aw, that's so sweet.

but the realization hit you suddenly.

ellie was parked outside, just waiting for you. she must've known you were going here all along, and she just used her forgetfulness as an excuse to taunt you.

you typed out another quick text to ellie, while trying to not look suspicious at the nail salon. "be right out. and, ellie, i hate you"

your manicurist laughed softly as you quickly paid her (with money from el's transfer) and got up from your spot. ellie was outside, leaning against the side of her car, with a smug smile. you just rolled your eyes, and got into her car. she turned to look at you as she drove out of the parking lot, and said with a grin and a slight wag of her eyebrows. "so... remember when you..."

you quickly covered her mouth with one of your hands before she could say anything stupid. ellie, of course, struggled and tried to get her mouth free. she was much stronger so she pulled your hand away but didn't let go of it. instead, she started checking out every one of your nails.

you watched as ellie inspected your nails with her expert knowledge of nail care (feel my sarcasm). as she continued with this, you managed to get a hold of one of her hands. a quick struggle followed as ellie tried to regain control of it. you were just about to get in a full arm wrestling match when you both heard a loud honk from the car behind you. the driver was getting agitated with you for slowing down the traffic. ellie rolled her eyes and put both of her hands on the steering wheel.

you frowned, expecting some more reaction (compliments) from her. she paid for these, after all.

you waited nervously for ellie's reaction to the new designs on your nails, expecting some words of praise and such. instead, she just drove the car forward while glancing at your nails once in a while.

you looked at her confused, and asked a question while keeping an eye on the road. "ellie, don't you have anything to say about my nails?" her opinion was actually important to you.

after a few minutes of driving, ellie stopped at a red light. she glanced at your nails one last time, and finally responded. "they're great, as always. but why would you do these two in the same color and just change the shade?" she pointed at your pinky and middle finger. "it ruins the whole colorful conception."

you laughed, knowing she's no one to speak about 'conceptions', especially in the manicure world. "do you really not see a difference between pink and purple? it's two completely different colors."

ellie remained silent, looking at your nails. she then turned her eyes to you with a curious stare, before replying with a straight face. "pink and purple? these two colors are exactly the same, just a different shade."

you raised your eyebrow at ellie's response. "are you being serious right now? they are completely different, like blue and green" you pointed at them as you said that, trying to hold back your laughter.

ellie finally broke her straight face, as she too started chuckling. "i'm honestly jealous." she then added a little smirk as she spoke. "i have to keep my nails short for you."

you raised your eyebrow again, trying to understand what she meant by that. "for me?" you repeated back.

ellie nodded and gave you a sly smile, her eyes glowing while doing so. "yes. for you."

realization hit you, as you finally began to understand her response. your face flushed with embarrassment while you turned your gaze away from her.

ellie laughed at your visible embarrassment. she turned to you with a smug smile, not believing that she got you so red so easily.

you turned back towards ellie, who had just started talking. "your also won't survive for too long. not when they'll be digging into my skin every night." she teased, getting a little bit too enthusiastic with her response.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou #reqs open #ellie the last of us #nails #fem!reader

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striped-carpet · 2 years

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M. List

Obey Me! Characters and Dumb/Embarrassing Things I Think They Would Do:

A/N: I've been getting back into obey me after months of not logging on and it's been hitting me like a bus send help. I also made a new account but don't know what to do with it yet-

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Lucifer:

Okay so, Lucifer is usually seen as this very proper and kinda scary demon

And one of the demons that he respects the most is Diavolo

Basically what i'm getting at is he embarrassed himself in front of Diavolo once or twice

I like to think that it was something along the lines of him giving a speech in front of the school and his voice cracked really badly multiple times, and the thing that made it even worse is that the speech was for Diavolo (think a special event in his life or something)

Dia just laughed it off but Lucifer still hasn't been able to live it down, especially with his brothers

Mammon:

He would most definitely be that person in class who very obviously is cheating on a test

For example, I had someone do something like this in front of me a few weeks ago and the teacher was looking directly at him (poor guy wasn't even trying to be discreet)

Anyway

It would probably be on a pretty important test or something and he would choose to take out his cheat-sheet right when the teacher gets to his desk

In the end, he still hasn't learned his lesson which is part of why he gets such low scores

Levi:

He's definitely been caught watching anime multiple times in class by those teachers who have no chill

They don't even try to quietly ask him to turn it off, but instead opt to call him out pretty loudly in front of everyone

He also most definitely called his teacher(s) mom/dad many, many times

Satan:

I have a feeling he was once caught reading smut by Lucifer or another one of his brothers

While I don't see him as a frequent reader of it, he probably does when he's bored

I never really does anything for him, though

Instead he likes to focus on the way things are written, which can be a pain when getting him to revise writing assessments

When he got caught the first time, it was mainly because he was curious as to what it was and decided to click on it

His brothers still make fun of him for it

Asmo:

While he wouldn't consider it too embarrassing because he's amazing and whatnot, he has been caught checking himself out pretty thoroughly various times

And whenever his brothers try to bother him about it he just retaliates by saying something about how they're just jealous because they could never be as great as him or something

His face does turn a bit red, though

Beel:

He would definitely be that kid that just randomly throws up in the middle of class

No warning or anything

Things like this definitely happened when he was younger, but not so much now

That doesn't mean that he doesn't over-eat to the point where he has to hold back, though

Belphie:

He definitely just falls asleep on random people

Or random places

One time he fell asleep on someone else's shoulder, which would've been fine if they didn't have a crush on him

Long story short, people thought they were dating for the longest time and it took him what seemed like forever to convince people he didn't feel the same

Solomon:

Probably cast some sort of spell on the wrong thing one time

The 'thing' being a demon

He says it's their fault because they should've knocked before the came in, but then again he didn't lock the door

Luke:

Probably happened during one of his very first baking sessions

He was doing fine until he went to go get the bowl with the batter in it

He just kinda grabbed it from a bad angle and the next thing he knew he was covered in batter

Worst thing was the fact that it had food coloring in it

He still hasn't gotten the stains out of that shirt

Simeon:

He most definitely responded to an open ended question on a test with just the restatement

Poor guy was extremely tired which caused his brain to just not be there

Luckily the class did kinda bad so he got to do a retake

Diavolo:

Given the fact that he's royalty, his would likely happen during a special event with other rulers

Basically, his family was hosting a fancy dinner party and he was sent to help fetch the drinks

When he got back, he was going a little too fast and didn't see someone standing up

That being said, he ran right into them and spilled the liquid all over their clothes

He was a child at the time, though, so they gave him a pass

The victim was a bit annoyed, though, since they had to put up with smelling like alcohol the rest of the night

Barbatos:

I feel like his would be similar to Diavolo's

Except his involved food

This wasn't exactly for a formal occasion, but rather the fact that the young master had a craving for cake

When Barbato's arrived in his office with the cake, he ended up tripping a little bit which caused the cake to wobble in his hands

When he had regained his balance, he had accidentally lowered his arms and the cake dropped onto Dia's paperwork

Luckily the papers that he was working on weren't all that important and mainly just filler work

I feel like he would be weary about going into Dia's office with food after this in all honesty

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Thanks for reading! Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes and have a great day/night! :)

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dourpeep · 3 years

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OKAY time for a college au!!

You 3 know each other from before college

You and kazuha were seating next to each other during your first year of high school you became close enough to greet each other whenever you guys pass by each other

And you and Xiao were best friends from kindergarten to 2 grade but unfortunately you had to move suddenly you two tried to keep contact but the two of you made new friends and kinda lost contact with each other

So when you go to college you meet kazuha at the front desk when you're trying to get your schedule and yall are like "omg I'm so happy to see someone that I know here!" and when you guys check your schedules it turns out that the two of you have the same class during the first period

And you're like "we've got 30 minutes wanna go grab a cup of coffee and get lost together?" and kazu knows that you playfully flirt with your friends so he jokingly says "are you asking me out for a date? Because if you are then I accept!" and you guys talk on the way to class and the two of you barely make it on time

Class ends and you're sad to say goodbye to the only person you know on campus but then all of a sudden he hits you with a "by the way can I have your number?" so you two exchange numbers

Later you're going to your last class and it turns out that this class doesn't have many people you go sit in the back and someone comes up to you and is like "can I sit next to you? " you say yes obviously

But the thing is... there is something very familiar about this guy and you just can't put your finger on it so you kind of stare at him without realizing it

Of course he noticed how hard you've been staring at him and turns around and is like "what? Is there something on my face?" that's when it finally clicks

And you're just like "XIAO??! IS THAT REALLY YOU?!!" but the teacher comes in so you two can't really talk

But the moment class ends you tell him who you are and take a few minutes to catch up

Though I say catch up it was mostly you teasing him saying shit like "I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!" (he's starting to think that maybe he should have sat somewhere else)

So you're like "hey how we go actually catch up I've got some coupons for this café I went to this morning with a friend"

He doesn't have a reason to say no so he just accepts the invitation

When you guys get there who do you meet? KAZUHA! This man actually works there!

When you see him you're like "kazuha why didn't you tell me that you work here?" but he pretends not to know you and is like "oh? Well who might this fine customer be?" you can tell he's joking by the way he's trying not to laugh so you decide to play along

Poor Xiao is starting to regret coming with you (but don't worry he got 2 plates of almond tofu as an apology)

-no primogems (I'll make another part later where you 3 become roommates)

YES I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS-

dhfaeiahe I realize now that I should've just posted this as is since I wasn't planning on adding to this but might as well add in some thoughts I've had about this lovely trio eh??? tbh I didn't add much I just slipped in a few little things hehe

Can you guess the roomates?? Also the bio professor is Albedo ehe

Anyway!!

Considering it's the first semester of college, you haven't yet decided on your major. Luckily, you have quite a few general education classes to take, so you register all in one night.

You'll have the time to figure it all out as time goes by, no?

The rest of summer is spent juggling moving into the campus' dorms, working, and keeping up with some friends from high school. While you've kept contact with a few friends, you definitely kicked yourself in the ass for forgetting to ask Kazuha for his number...how could you forget one of your best friends?

But, you suppose that he's far off in a whole other city with his wish to experience more. You can't help but wonder what he's up to.

Then, the first day of classes starts.

How did you not figure out where everything is first? Instead of moping, you trudge to the administrative building early to ask for directions and, even better, a map of the large campus.

Instead, you find a familiar head of cream-colored hair.

Immediately, you gasp and he turns around in confusion, only for a soft smile to spread over his features. It's only been a summer but it's a relief to see that you know another person. Comparing schedules, he points out that you both have Communications 1301 together.

For once, you're glad you have to take these mandatory courses...

But with an abundance of time (as Kazuha just so happens to know where the class is), he accepts your jokingly firtatious proposal to head to the cafe just across campus to grab a morning drink.

It's hardly been long since you've last spoken to him, but there's still so much to talk about! It turns out he opted to rent out a small studio apartment just a few blocks away from campus! Naturally, he invites you over sometime.

He's also admitted that he decided to major in English--something you're not surprised to hear. After all, Kazuha's a natural at the subject, exceeding the assignments and always so eloquent.

If you recall correctly, he used to tote around a little notebook full of little musings and poetry during high school. You wonder if he still does that.

You talk about how you've just moved into the dorms a week ago, how you're lucky to be rooming with two musically inclined (if not a bit rowdy) people. You're sure that he'd take a liking to them once everything is calmed down a bit. Kazuha just raises a brow in half-doubt.

Before you know it, it's been an hours and, to your horror, your first class starts in five minutes. Not to mention that it was back closer to the admin building and you were on the opposite side of campus.

But it's still fun, Kazuha laughing as you jolt up and tug him to stand, the two of you running to get to class on time. With heaving breaths and flushed faces, you make it just a few minutes late. Luckily, your professor didn't mind because it was the first day...

Following class, you have to make your way to Bio 1301, Kazuha having a major-specific English course to get to. Before you can speak, though, he offers his phone to you. It's newer than his old flip phone you'd tease him about all the time, the screen clean save for a few stray fingerprints.

After you put in your number, he beams and quickly sends you a call so you can have his too.

"Call me after you're done with classes, alright?"

You promise to and the two of you set off.

Biology proves to be uneventful, a full hour and a half of the (rather attractive) professor going over what to expect as well as passing out lab waiver forms. A necessary precaution, he said with a reserved sigh. You wonder what happened.

When the hour ends, you have some time before World History, followed by a Trigonometry course.

By the time you find your trig class, most of the seats are already taken, making that feeling of dread fill the pit of your stomach. Nothing is worse than being forced to take whatever seat is left. But, noticing a seat by the windows, it's not so bad.

You're in the back, though, settling your bag beneath your chair and picking out a pen and schedule book.

At some point, someone walks in and asks if the seat in front of you is taken. You don't bother to look up long as you fish out a notebook, letting him know it's free.

As class goes on, you realize that the guy in front of you most likely hasn't been paying attention. Considering that the professor has been rehashing stuff from Algebra...you're not surprised. But something about his dark hair catches your eye. Not to mention his striking gold eyes...hm.

It's not until you catch his profile as he stares out the window that it clicks.

"Xiao."

His eyes dart to look at you, a confused look washing over his face. You repeat his name.

"Yes?"

Part of him is just about ready to leave as recognition floods your expression, smile wide. How could you possibly---

"I can't believe the shy kid who used to tear up whenever his turn on the swing was taken would grow up to be this handsome!"

The tips of his ears turn red fast, something that you remember very well about him, and his gaze quickly flicks over to the professor still dragging on. When gold settles back on you, they're practically begging for you to lower your voice.

"It's been forever--I can't believe that you-"

"If you're going to talk, do it outside of class."

Ah. Oopsie.

Time seems to drag on while you buzz in your seat, excited to see your childhood friend after loosing contact. You've missed him over the years, always wondering what happened to him, how he's been. And finally, when class ends, he gets up and waits for you.

Naturally, you want to catch up, so you invite him to go to the cafe with you for a late lunch.

"You still like almond tofu right? It's all you used to eat when we were little." Laughing, you nudge his shoulder and the color returns to his cheeks as he mumbles a yes.

When you step into the cafe, a familiar voice greets you.

"If I knew a cute customer would be coming, I would've gone on break."

Kazuha leans on the counter, mirth in his eyes and you gasp. It makes sense now, why he's so well acquainted with the campus and why he'd already known what to order when you arrived for drinks-

"What can I get for you today?"

"Your number."

Xiao's face pales at the blatant flirting, wondering if he should've just declined the invitation to the cafe until the two of you burst into laughter. Though, it's hardly better.

"Sorry, sorry- This is Kazuha, one of my friends from high school. Kazuha, this is my childhood best friend Xiao."

With a day so filled with nice coincidences, you doubt that life can get any better than this.

Oh, how wrong you'd be.

#anon asks #no primogems anon #kazuha x xiao x reader #xiao and his two lovely dumb s/o's #college au #polycule #polyamory #meet cute #xiao #kazuha #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact fics #genshin impact

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mandareeboo · 2 years

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Glitch Techs drabble prompt? Five and Miko just casually having each other's backs bc my baby's need more love

Five originally asks to come to her house, but Miko is currently in a bit of a stand-off about the kind of video games he's requested at her house, which leads to her climbing through his fire escape instead.

"Alright alright," she says, brandishing enough HNES games to suffocate a small animal. "What're we playin', Chief?"

"How's about a little Galactic Dingo?" he replies, but there's none of his usual cheer.

Miko slams that bad boy into the system with gusto. "A man of culture, I see. You want first play?"

"Nah. If it's cool, I just kinda... wanna watch for a bit."

She takes that as her cue to turn the system on and settles back against the side of his bed. There was something wrong about sitting on a bed to play video games. The floor was just better. "Righty-o, Fiver-o."

Miko is, admittedly, not at her top form. Galactic Dingo had aged like fine wine, but it was still sharp, pixel-y wine. The flashes of color and movements tended to draw her eye, leading to quick deaths. She whistles at her first game over. "Retro games really are brutal."

Five clicks play again for her. "Yeah, I guess. It was one of my dad's favorites."

Miko clucks her tongue. "You wanna talk about it?"

He redirects it to her, the clever fool. "You wanna talk about why you're ditching all your HNES games with me?"

"It's my love language," Miko replies, straight-faced, but shrugs. "Momma thinks one console is enough for the house. But I bought these myself, so I wanted them to go to a cool dude I know will take care of my pixel babies."

Five pulls his scrawny knees to his equally scrawny chest. "It's not fair how they treat you, you know."

Miko's quiet, for a moment. She knew she should probably talk to her parents about how she was feeling. She knew, logically, with her little logical mind-brain, that it wasn't intentional. The other kids just had things more worthwhile. Sports, and band, and good grades. She was the clinging fiber that blared Guitar Heroine and sometimes forgot to eat because she was too excited about getting out of the house. She didn't have friends outside of work and she didn't do much with her time except fix consoles. And she knew, deep down, in the emotional, glitchy-flavored part of mind-brain, that it was probably for the best. That she didn't feel like she'd earned their full attention.

"I'm over it," is what she settles on. It's too complicated to unpack right now, anyway.

"Yeah," Five says, after a pause. "I am too."

The game over screen feels like it's mocking her at this point, but Miko hits play again anyway. Galactic Dingo was needed for realsies right now.

Finally, after what feels like forever, Five says, "My dad has a parole hearing this weekend."

"Really? That's awesome, dude!" She holds her hand up for a hi-five, but gets nothing in return. Left hanging, Miko wilted. "Is that... not awesome, dude?"

"It'll get denied. Always does. This is, like, his fourth one." Five flicked an imaginary speck away from his kneecap. "Guess they think his hacking is too dangerous or something."

Miko hit pause, set the controller down, and leaned against his shoulder. "That sucks, man."

"Yeah. It does."

"You don't deserve that. And, like, I know I don't know your dad, but he sounds super cool, and he doesn't deserve that either."

"He doesn't," Five agrees, pulling her closer for a hug. "We don't deserve it, either."

Miko squeezes as tight as she can, hoping to pop that sad sack like a pimple. It doesn't work. It never does. But that won't ever stop her from trying.

#Drabble Prompts #Drabble Prompts Monday #Glitch Techs #Miko Kubota #Hector Nieves #I've never played Star Fox rip #But I DO own a SNES and lemme tell you playing on that thing is hard #My pampered ass is used to more responsive controls rip #I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT MIKO AND FIVE'S HOME LIVES OKAY #Five is very well loved by his grandparents and treated well #But is clearly deeply hurt by his dad being taken away- and who can blame him?#Meanwhile Miko's parents try their best #but end up ignoring or straight up neglecting her sometimes #They tend to prioritize her siblings over her a lot too

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desthesleepdeprivedwriter · 3 years

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Happy Birthday

It was 3 am, and Purpled wasn't able to sleep.

He was quietly sitting in his room, petting DogChamp while he was sleeping. Purpled eyes couldn't stop staring at the date showing in his communicator, a strange feeling slowly consuming him.

7th of July.

Purpled's birthday.

He sighed, deciding to do the same he did every year: get a small cupcake, place a match on it, and eat in the early morning. It wasn't a big deal, really.

He left his little tent, heading over towards the restaurant in Las Nevadas. It wasn't open for the public yet, but it was the only place they could have access to a proper kitchen. Purpled opened the Staff Only door, hearing the strange banging of pans and someone whispering swears. Probably another resident trying to have a night snack, Purpled couldn't blame them at all. He stepped in and stopped right away.

Well, he didn't expect to see Fundy in an apron, mixing something in a bowl and an immense mess around him.

"Uh… what are you doing here?" Fundy asked, immediately noticing Purpled's presence.

"What are you baking?" Purpled asked back, not wanting to answer.

"I asked first." Fundy replied, crossing his arms.

Purples sighed, no patience for that at the moment. "I just came here to eat something. Now, you go."

Fundy's ears twitched a little before pressing against his head. "I'm… baking a cake." He muttered, going back to mixing the ingredients.

Purpled, for a split of second, got happy with the info, but quickly dismissed it. No way it could be for him, just one person knew his birthday and Fundy certainly wasn't him.

Purpled noticed orange and green food coloring placed on the table, curiosity now flooding in. "So, did you just get a craving for cake in the middle of the night?" he played as a joke, going back to his search for a single cupcake.

"Nah, man… it's my birthday." Fundy replied, still talking in a low voice.

"No way!" Purpled said before he couldn't contain himself, getting himself into a mess as soon as Fundy stared at him, confusion all over his body language.

"What do you mean by 'no way'? It's not like being born on July 7th was a crime."

Purpled pondered his answers.

He could lie, say he didn't expect it, or that Fundy shouldn't bake the cake for his own birthday, or any shitty lie like that.

"It's my birthday too." It's what came out.

Fundy's eyes widened, then a smile appeared, to Purpled's surprise.

"Dude, that's neat!" Fundy said, now moving towards the cabinets in search for something. "Your favorite color is purple, right?" He stopped for a while, and then went back for the search. "Oh Void, that was a stupid question."

Purpled was still in place, watching as the fox picked a purple food coloring and went back to the cake making, adding more ingredients. "I just need to make more batter so we can have more cake, but it will be fine."

"Wait, wait… what are you doing?" Purpled approached Fundy, watching as he divided the dough into three different recipients. "Our birthday cake." He replied, pouring each food coloring into a different bowl and starting to mix.

"So… the colors represent us?" Purpled asked, just so he could be on the same page.

"Yep."

"Orange is you, purple is me."

"Yep."

"So, who is the green one?"

Fundy went silent for a while, and then opened a sad smile.

"Back before the revolution, when it was just us in a van… we didn't have so much money for food." Purpled didn't get the connection, so he kept waiting. "So, there couldn't be two cakes at my and Tubbo's birthday."

Fundy put each batter into a different cooking pan, putting one into the oven.

"So, Wilbur would bake a single cake, two layers, one orange, the other green." Fundy smiled a little, nostalgic. "It became a tradition, even after L'Manberg came to be."

He decided to use the other ovens in the kitchen, placing the other cooking pans.

"Each year, we had our birthday together, no matter what. Even if we were angry at each other, or we had to hide from the big bad dictator. One time, I had to enter his presidential office to force him to take his head out of the papers."

Purpled just listened in silence, quite in awe. Fundy was really someone that had lived through a lot, and somehow, still held on to little comforting traditions. It must be nice, having something like that.

"But… since L'Manberg has been gone…" Fundy sighed. "I kinda haven't celebrated my birthday. I decided to try this year." He laughed quietly. "And hey! This time I have you! It's not so pathetic."

Purpled chuckled, nodding along. "Well, it's the first time I celebrate my birthday with another person. It's not pathetic."

Fundy beamed, still in a good mood, and took the cakes out of the ovens. He waited for a little while, staring at Purpled, who just stared back. "Don't you think you are going to just watch. Come here and help me."

Purpled shrugged, taking a place right beside Fundy. They stacked one cake over the other, and started to decorate.

Minutes later, they had a somewhat pretty cake.

"It works." Fundy says, after thinking a little.

"It's the first time I decorate a cake, so it's beautiful."

"Eehh… At least it will taste good. It has chocolate." Fundy pointed out.

"Aren't foxes allergic to chocolate?"

"Irrelevant ."

They finished the icing and contemplated their creation before Fundy grabbed the plate, leaving the kitchen and hoping that Purpled would follow him, which he quickly did, even if he didn’t know where.

“If I ask where are you going, will you asnwer me?”

“I mean, it’s not only our birthday, is it?” Fundy contemplated as they passed the toll booth, making Purpled think a little. Yeah, it wasn’t only their birthday.

“Hey, so… Can I call someone else?” Purpled asked, communicator in hand already.

Fundy didn’t even finish saying yes and Purpled was already typing someone’s name into his contact info, waiting for just a few seconds until the other person answered his call.

“Punz? I need you to come over. Now.”

Meanwhile, Fundy was standing in front of a wall of lava. The heat was almost uncomfortable and was definitely unwelcoming. But Fundy had to come back home before Yogurt woke up, so he had a schedule to fill.

“Yo, Tubster!”

No replies.

“Cut the scene, I know you are there!”

Still no replies.

“I can literally see your shiny armor on top of the outpost, you idiot!”

Seconds of no answer, and then the lava started to go down. And so there he was, Tubbo Underscore, with the entire glory of someone who hasn’t slept in the last 2 days. Fundy knew that look pretty well.

“Why do you have a cake?”

Not a hello or good night. But Fundy was used to that.

“Do you know what day it is today?”

“Uuuuh…… Juuuuuunee..?”

Fundy waited to see if Tubbo was joking, all that was left it was silence.

“Tubbo…. That’s a month.”

“But it's the right month.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Are you sure of that, boss man?”

Fundy just stared, kinda worried for Tubbo, cake still in hands. “Today is July 7th.”

“Hm…”

They just stood there, Fundy being able to see the cogs turning in Tubbo’s head. Finally, it clicked. “Oh fuck! Today is July 7th!”

“Yes it is!”

“It’s our birthday!”

“Yeah!!!”

“Holy shit… I haven’t celebrated it since…”

Tubbo shut, eyes unfocused. Since L’Manberg was done. Since last time, at a tiny office with the height of presidential work on his shoulders.

“I know, I haven’t either.”

They faced each other again, and it was different now. It was a look that only them could have, suffering all of that. The cramped days at the van, L’Manberg, Schlatt, New L’Manberg. They could say something about it, some apologies, some “I missed it”, but they weren’t like that.

“I have a couple of cookies and regen potions at the back. Want me to get a couple of them for us two?” Tubbo smiled a little, trying to get back to their old routine.

“It's us three. There’s another birthday boy outside.”

“Wait, who?”

Purpled conveniently walked towards Fundy’s side, giving Tubbo a little wave. “Make it four, actually.” He showed the communicator. “I called Punz, also a ‘birthday boy’” He made quote marks in the air.

“Why do so many of us have the same birthday?” Fundy asked to no one in particular. Tubbo just shrugged, but Purpled had something to say about it.

“I mean, it’s not my actual birthday. I have no idea of when my birthday would be in this world.” He casually said, antennas slightly glowing in the night. “So, I just decided to snatch Punz’”

“Dude, I wish it was this easy to change birthdays.” Tubbo said, thinking. I’d change to something like…”

“4/20.”

“Fundy, you’re a genius”

“I know.”

Purpled smiled a little listening to them talking. It was comfortable, somehow, being part of something like that, even for one night. “I should have gone for 10/10” He added to the talk, taking out some blocks and starting to build a little desk for them to place the cake, outside of both Las Nevadas and the Cookie Outpost. Tubbo laughed, thinking about other funny birthdays while automatically helping. Fundy placed the cake on top of the desk, just staring.

“Wait. We have orange, purple and green. What’s Punz’ color?”

Purpled thought about it, but Tubbo already had a solution “The icing is white. He is white. Solved.”

“I’m what?”

Punz appeared out of nowhere, probably from an enderpearl. “You’re white, like the icing.” Tubbo explained.

“Also, you’re a birthday boy.” Fundy helped.

“There’s four of us” Purpled finalized.

Punz just stared at all four, letting out a sigh and taking off his armour. "Really, Purpled? I thought you were in trouble.”

“I’m never in trouble, you should be smarter than this.”

“You just… decided to throw a party?”

Purpled shaked his head, pointing towards Fundy. “It was his idea.”

Punz looked at the other two, they were arguing over the number of candles. Fundy wanted to put only four, Tubbo wanted to put as many as it could fit. For a moment, Punz could see two different people there, fighting over stupid shit as a third one just stared, amused. It was so familiar, but so different. It hurt.

“But hey, you don’t have to stay if you doesn’t wa-”

“Get me a chair, it’s free food.”

Purpled smiled, a real one for once, and gave him a chair.

The four of them sat on the table, Fundy being the one to stood up after finally settling with a normal amount of candles on the cake.

“Ok, now we sing.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“We ain’t singing, bossman”

“It’s sad if it's for ourselves.”

“It’s not??”

Purpled saw this banter would drag until sunrise, so he picked a bottle, catching everyone's attention.

“Lets keep it simple, boys. Happy Birthday to us.”

Punz gave him a small smile back, grabbing a potion for himself. “We made it through another year, what a win.”

Tubbo laughed to himself, joining the toast. “Still one life left, gotta keep like that until next year.”

Fundy was the last one, a grateful smile on his face. “Glad we have each other this time.”

“If the cake is good, I will come to next year’s party.”

“So it was nice meeting you, Punz.” Tubbo joked, making the rest of the table laugh a little.

And there they stayed until the sunrise slowly appeared in the distance, bathing them in a golden, lazy light.

“Damn, this was fun.”

“Not the best cake, but I’ll come back.”

“Fuck off.”

Tubbo was asleep on the table, finally able to relax. Fundy poked him, with no reaction.

“I can carry him inside, don’t worry.” Punz guaranteed, getting up.

“Thanks man, I have to go before my kid wakes up.” Fundy smiled, getting the empty cake plate.

“You have a kid?”

“Yeah, his name is Yogurt and that gremlin needs to be kept on a leash.” Purpled interrupted, earning a weak slap from Fundy. “Shut up, my kid is not a gremlin, he has just a lot of energy.”

Punz laughed, picking up Tubbo like a sack of potatoes, still with no response. “Thanks for the party, guys.”

Fundy smiled back, waving. “Happy birthday, Punz.”

“Happy birthday, boys.”

And they walked in opposite paths.

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“The Deal That Never Happened” — Sonny Corleone x Reader x Tom Hagen

Summary: Tom and Sonny need Y/N's help to help them out.

Pairing: platonic!Sonny Corleone x Lawyer!Fem!Reader x ex!Tom Hagen

Author's note: (English is my second language.) ; First of all, I'm not a lawyer, I don't have any degree in area of law, I have no idea how these things work, but I had fun while writing it and doing some research! I don't know how did I come up with this plot ...but enjoy!

Author's note 2: Reader is Tom's ex girlfriend and events take place after Michael killed Sollozzo and McCluskey, but could not escape to Sicily. also, I was thinking about part. 2?

Warning: strong language, mentions of murder

THE DEAL THAT NEVER HAPPENED

The very original plan of the Corleone's revenge didn't turn out as one would expected. Michael Corleone did, in fact, kill both Sollozzo and McCluskey, but he was not able to catch a flight to Sicily. This was a key moment, which led to nothing but more trouble. While he was hiding, Tom and Sonny were thinking about the next step. The oldest Corleone boy wasn't entirely innocent either. Santino was guilty just as much as Michael, though he wasn't the one holding a gun. Michael, their brother was in grave danger, and that was the other reason they needed to react quickly. Violence was not an option anymore. The legal and diplomatical work of white-collared person was a necessity at that time. Luckily for them, Tom had this specific person in his mind. Y/N L/N. The greatest lawyer he ever met...and dated. When he told Sonny about his idea, he thought that Tom was joking, but eventually he changed his mind and was willing to ask her for help.

Y/N was always very busy, but never too busy to help her friend. Even though, she and Tom were not a couple anymore, she told him to always count on her when his world will fall apart. She was fully aware of an affair that recently happened with murdering Sollozzo and the police officer. She even knew that it had something to do with the Corleone family. In her field she was the best. That kind of person you really want to have on your side. Don Corleone himself once wanted to put her on his list of people he hoped that would help him one day. These people would get extra money and that was hell of a motivation. But Tom strongly disagreed with his adoptive father and said that he wanted Y/N keep far away from their family business. Don wasn't surprised by Tom's reaction, because he knew that Tom still cared about Y/N.

Their meeting held a place in their house, right in Don's office. When Y/N stepped out of a car, Sonny and Tom were already waiting for her. Tom was nervous as hell, but just like always he hid it quite nicely but not completely. Sonny smirked at Tom. „When was the last time you two saw each other?“ „Long time ago. Anyway. We're gonna talk business, so no unnecessary comments. Do you think you can do that, Sonny?“ Tom shot a glance to his brother and Sonny rolled eyes. „For a moment I thought I was hearing our father. I still don't like this idea, but it's the best thing we have now.“ When Tom saw Y/N coming to them, he immediately ran to welcome her. They politely shaked hands and Y/N gave him a faint smile. „Thank you for coming here so quickly. We- I appreciate it.“ Tom said a low voice and Y/N nodded. „Sure. No problem. I'm glad you called.“

Before falling in endless pit of awkwardness, Sonny jumped between them and welcomed her as well. „Let's go inside before this will get suspicious.“ he said with warm smile and all three disappeared behind the closed doors.

While Y/N was preparing her things, neither of Tom or Sonny dared to start a conversation. After 5 minutes, Y/N looked at Sonny, who suddenly started to feel not very cooperative. „Alright, Mr. Corleone. Take a chair and sit right in front of me. Don't ask, just do as I said. It will be more effective.“ Y/N stated as Sonny sat down with a grumpy look on his face. All of a sudden he felt less confident as usual. Their eyes met and both of them stared at each other more than it is appropriate. Y/N leaned back in big chair and put her hands on the desk in front of her. „If looks could kill.“ she smirked. Sonny frowned and Tom just quietly chuckled. „Let's take a look into your file, shall we?“ „Wait, I have a file? How's that possible?“ „Everyone who commited some kind of crime, has a file. But you have just one, because your father made sure that you have all your files destroyed. This one is considered as your first and only one, so let's act like it.“ Sonny's facial expression changed from being grumpy to being surprised to being a bit upset. He took out a cigarette from a little box and lit it. Y/N let out a sigh and opened the file. Then she looked at man in front of her with a sympathy, but it wasn't completely sincere. „You're upset, yeah, I get it. You are really someone– Don's first born.“ Sonny, well-known hothead, angrily pointed a finger at Y/N. „Watch your next words!“ „Sonny...“ Tom warned him.

After what happened to Don, Sonny was extra cautious what people were talking about his father. Y/N knew that Santino was kind of hard to work with, but she did not plan to give up on him. „Look, I'm just trying to do my job here.“ she smiled, „So..shall we get started?“ A smoke left Sonny's mouth as he nodded. Y/N started to pulling out bunch of papers from her bag and handed him a pen. „For the very start, please, uh, sign this...this..aaaand this.“ The oldest Don's son's jaw dropped a bit while looking at what he had to sign. He really thought that they are gonna just talk without doing the boring part. But still, without any more words, he signed everything. „Good, perfect! Such a nice handwriting you have.“ Y/N enthusiastically remarked while putting away signed papers. She could swear that Sonny's cheeks flushed with a pink color for a second. Tom watched them from his own desk in the office, and he felt so proud that Y/N agreed to take their case. Meanwhile, Sonny felt almost intimidated by her presence. „Ahh, sorry. I forgot about these papers...Here. I need another your signature. Just three more and we're done..for now.“ Sonny looked at Y/N like she was crazy, but signed it anyway. What else he could do. „You done? Perfect! You know, the bureaucrats...They always want their paperwork.“ Y/N giggled and shrugged her shoulders like it was normal thing. And for her it was. She loved doing her job, being a lawyer. Sonny finished his cigarette and after a few minutes of complete quietness, Y/N voice's echoed again. „Okay, listen. Let's get into your case..“ „Fucking finally.“ „Don't interupt me, Santino.“ „ ...Sorry.“ „I know what you are thinking. 'This is a mistake! I shouldn't be sitting here!' Well, they don't think that.“ she said that in high-pitched voice accompanied by wide smile on her face. Tom couldn't help but snorted and earned himself an annoyed look from Sonny, who certainly didn't find it amusing. „Thanks for the sympathy, but can we get into that case? We are kinda running out of time. I already signed those fucking papers, what more those dickheads want? I know this is a part of your job, I get it, but! Can we move on?“ the hothead miserably throwed hands into the air. Y/N eyes were fixed on him, not saying a word. She clicked her tongue and put her hands together. „Good. So you understand that I'm just doing my job here. The job you asked me to do.“ she whispered but her face was unreadable. „I was thinking. Your situation is pretty bad at the moment. But I think I have a solution of some kind. Listen, I'm here to strike a possible deal with you, but we will soon get to that part, okay?“ Sonny nodded and his eyes got a bit brighter when the part with a deal was mentioned. „Suddenly how excited you got. Wow.“ she chuckled for herself and shaked her head. „Uhm, so... How about take a look at your crime? You've been charged with Criminal Conspiracy with code 479. Okaaay. Let's see what it says here.. Yikes. Ordering and attempting a murder. But if I remember it correctly..You wanted to avenge your father, so you sent your brother, Michael Corleone, to kill Virgil Sollozzo and also police officer Mark McCluskey. Michael was supposed to make a deal. But that deal never happened. Are you following me?“ „ Yeah. I mean..all correct. So far. Continue.“ Y/N looked at Tom and he approvingly nodded. „You did what you did, and now we're having this conversation. But without Michael, because... we don't know his whereabouts. Too bad, because he was the one who killed them, not you. You only prepared it. Sounds like this is all your work. Oops.“ she raised her eyebrows, pulled her lips into a thin line and then let out a deep sigh. „Tom, are you familiar with criminal conspiracy, mostly when it comes to participation in it?“ she shot a quick glance at man sitting afar from them. He nodded. „In most states, those who have helped plan a crime but have not participated in the actual crime may be given the same sentence as the person who committed the crime himself.“ he responded and Y/N faintly smiled at his

correct answer. He did not forget these things and Y/N was genuinely happy about it. He may have been a consigliere at that time, but deep inside there was an amazing lawyer hidden in him. She stayed silent for a moment thinking about words what she was about to say and then quickly licked her lower lip. „I may or may have not a deal for you. It just depends on you. And on your cooperation.“ Sonny sat on the edge on his chair and looked into her eyes listening carefully. His anger disappeared. „Alright. What do I need to do then?“ A smug smile flashed on her lips and she shook her head. „This is not about you, Mr. Corleone.“

Silence. Sonny frowned at what she just said, but still confidently smiled like he understood. He was taken back. And Tom was too, but not as much as his brother. So far Sonny did not meet a woman that would have behavior like Y/N had. But in the end, it was her job. However, Sonny must have admitted that Y/N was super smart with lots of courage. Tom was right about her. However, Santino needed to think straight, he needed to focus. Y/N shrugged her shoulders. „Listen, if it was up to me, which is not up to me, it's up to the authorities above me, and they say that you are a criminal. But, if it was up to me...I would like your family to get out of this mess and continue living your lives.“

#the godfather #the godfather imagine #the godfather x y/n #the godfather x reader #sonny corleone #sonny corleone x reader #sonny corleone imagine #tom hagen x reader #tom hagen #tom hagen imagine #james caan #robert duvall #also I may have used some lines from Loki series - ep1 because I simply love it. just FYI.#oneshot #fandom #fanfic

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caker-baker · 3 years

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Hi! I'm the one who asked about the asks. I'm loving your hero and villain stuff so far! Could you do one about a superhero fighting against a villain who can neutralize their powers? And the hero has to be creative to win? Don't worry about the ask if it doesn't pic your interest btw.

The villain’s first mistake was overestimating how much the hero relied on their fiery abilities. The second was treating the captured hero like a defenseless civilian.

“How does it feel?” The villain taunted.

There was a shrug from the handcuffed hero. “Cold? I don’t know, I’ve never not had fire.”

The villain sneered at the hero’s joke. They had gone through the trouble of neutralizing the hero’s powers, and the hero joked about it?

“What if you never get your fire back, huh?” The villain asked, circling slowly around the hero.

The hero shrugged in response, hoping the villain didn’t notice the pin they had carefully shaken from their hair. The other heroes made fun of them, but style comes in handy. It would be tricky trying to manuveur it into the cuff’s locks, though.

“Guess I’ll have to adapt.” The hero grinned toothily.

The villain huffed. “Henchman!” They shouted.

Hurriedly, a henchman scurried over to the villain. “Keep watch.” The villain ordered. “Even if they can’t burn their way out of this one.”

With one raised eyebrow, the hero watched the villain leave, the ordered henchman standing by the door dutifully.

“So...” The hero began. “What’s your favorite color? Personally, I like blue, which kinda sucks because of the whole fire powers thing. It completely clashes the aesthetic.” The pin dug itself into the lock.

Other than blinking a couple of times at the hero’s question, the henchman remained the same, silent.

A small click, and the cuffs came undone, though the hero gripped onto them tightly, not ready to let the henchman see their sudden freedom.

“Hey,” The hero started again, clenching tightly so the cuffs remained in the same spot. “Do you...do-” The hero pretended to lose focus. “Have..” they slurred before slumping over.

This was a risk, but only for the temporary guard. They weren’t sure if the henchman would care about the hero’s health or not, but knowing the villain’s controlling nature, having the hero in bad health could temporarily stop evil deeds.

That was the fourth mistake. The villain assumed the hero didn’t know their methods, they way they liked things.

One moment of silence, then two, then three, before footsteps were heard.

“Uh-” the henchman stuttered, ready to shout something into an earpiece. This was above their payroll, another thing the hero was counting on.

Quick eyes snapped open, and the hero sprung forward, one swift punch to the henchman’s jaw. The henchman was out cold.

There was the villain’s third mistake. The hero still trained, physical strength was no issue to them. Besides, did the villain think the hero used fire powers in everyday life? Personal gain from powers isn’t all too heroic.

Whispering a quiet sorry to the fallen henchman, the hero was off, hopefully to a place that wasn’t as silencing to their powers.

While outsmarting a cocky nemesis was fun, it was also fun seeing them notice your escape.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #civilians #heroes #villains #villainess #heroine #sorry forgot i was a person for a while #this is probably bad #my bad #wip #writing prompt #writing

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