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have been drawing ppls dudes n guys in the pal server for pal monies (bytes) originally just so i could buy a thang to make Shrimp real but lots of ppl were interested in some chibis so now ig i will just become rich with pal stonks ^_^
(part 1)
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It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader
[Chapter 28] || [Chapter 30]
Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader
Words: 1.2K~
cw: illness, injuries, hurt/comfort, fluff
Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?
a/n: they're very sick... poor babies
Chapter 29: Taking Turns
The next couple of days were rough.
Between:
Kyle unable to bend down or stand straight for too long before his hip protested;
John unable to stretch himself in any direction due to his lower back hurting;
Johnny limping from his knee and with an arm on a sling;
and Simon having… not quite the flu but something? and getting dizziness spells every time he moved…
You haven’t gotten any proper rest either and have been running back and forth trying to help care for all of them.
They try their best to help, really… But the amount of groans, winces, and strained voices you hear whenever Kyle tries to make you all food, John tries to bend down to help with laundry, Simon tries to sweep, or Johnny tries to do anything two-handed… It’s hard.
Your flat suddenly feels too small for them, for you.
Haven’t slept in your bed the whole weekend… But hey, at least you get to cuddle Simon all night every night. He’s like your own heater…
It comes to a head on Monday morning. You’ve gotta get to work… It hurts you to leave them like that, all alone, all day, in the state they’re in.
“So… there’s the spare key-” You handed the spare to John who had tried his best to be up with you for breakfast, leaning himself on the wall by the front door as you talk in hushed tones, Simon sleeping barely a couple feet away on the couch, actually getting rest.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine-”
“John…” You murmured as you looked up at him, your face showing nothing if not a deadpan inquiry. “You’re all dying.”
“We’re not dying. We were but we’re doing so much better after having you dote on us all weekend, darling.” He replied with a playful smile, which was cut through by a little wince that made his blue eyes press shut.
“Right.” You retorted and rolled your eyes. “Because you’ve gotten so much better, huh?” You taunted and shook your head.
“It’s fine… we’ve got… 3 or so functioning pairs of legs, 2 spines, 3 and a half pairs of arms and 3 working heads…” He trailed off, humourously listing the unaffected parts of their ailments.
“Ah yes… And somehow none of you are functional at all.” You teased again, smiling playfully, receiving a sigh and a conceding in the shape of an eye roll from him.
“Anyways,” You told him as you cupped his face. “You get back to bed… And try not to die, all of you. This flat isn’t mine, I don’t think you should die in here.” You added.
“Copy that.” John nodded with a chuckle which drew another wince from him. He kissed your forehead lightly then limped his way back to bed.
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You had just gone on your lunch break when you shot the lads a message to check on their state:
you: how r u all doing? 👀
By the time you came back from lunch, you hadn’t gotten a reply to your text… And normally that wouldn’t worry you…
If it weren’t for the fact they’re bunked down in your flat because they’re all injured or sick.
You went back to work with your phone in your pocket, patiently waiting a text from them…
you: pls tell me ur alive
Even with that message, it still took another hour and a half for an answer to come.
You were about to jump ship and go home early by then, when Johnny answered you.
Johnny: souo
you: what?
Johnny: soup
Johnny: [1 Video Attachment]
The video you got was not one you expected.
Firstly, it was a very zoomed in 10 seconds of one of your metal pots with a heeping quantity of chicken noodle soup boiling in it.
Then, the camera panned over to display Kyle, John and Simon sprawled on the couch, head’s dangling back over the edge, snoring away.
“We made soup… bonnie.” Johnny said from behind the camera, his voice groggy and dragging, a consequence of the strong painkillers he had been taking for the last 3 days after his gunshot.
“Gonna have seconds… it’s so good…” He announced in a conspiratory tone and shushed the video before he finished the video.
How they managed to force themselves to stand up and stay awake long enough to cook a whole pot worth of soup, you have no idea.
But, hey, at least they were alive. And that eased your worries.
And so, you got back to work, finishing your work day.
Coming back to work, you were surprised to find the flat in a similar state as when you left, which was surprising considering you expected a mess of dishes and food left for you to clean.
The boys had also moved from the couch and to the bedroom, their snores and heavy breaths coming from down the hall, as well as the sound of the shower running.
You closed the door carefully behind yourself, took off your shoes and padded over to the kitchen with the little shopping bag worth of things you bought after work.
Just as you’re about to start putting things in the fridge and cupboards, a figure show up at the kitchen door, making you jump a bit and huff a breath of surprise.
Turning to look at him, eyes wide and startled, you come face-to-face with a glistening wet Kyle wrapped in your last clean towel. There you go, needing to do more laundry again.
“Hi, Kyle… Didn’t hear you come in.” You admitted with a smile as you looked at him.
“Hey, lovie… How was work?” He murmured as he approached you and kissed you softly on the forehead. He certainly seemed a bit more mobile than yesterday when you put him to bed.
“It was good… I see you boys made yourselves right at home, huh?” You gestured vaguely to the pot of soup on the back of the stove, lidded to keep for later.
“Yeah… John had the idea… Sent Soap to the shops to get the chicken and the carrot and all…” He trailed off as he nuzzled himself against you, an arm wrapped around your waist as he rubbed his nose against the crown of your head.
“I see… He was able to carry everything one handed?” You asked playfully, earning a chuckle from Kyle.
“Surprisingly yes…” He trailed off and smiled as he lowered his head to steal a soft peck from your lips.
“What about cooking? Who did that?” You asked playfully as you returned the kiss, then, slipped away from his arm wrapped around you. You resumed putting things away in the cupboards and fridge.
“We took turns…” Kyle admitted a bit sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “Every 10 minutes we’d switch spots with each other and sit on the couch…” He trailed off and chuckled.
“I see… I can imagine how that went… the four of you lot wobbling back and forth between the kitchen and the sofa… leaning your head on the cupboard because of the pain while you TRIED to shred chicken and stir the soup and all?” You joked.
“It was miserable… But the soup’s really good…” Kyle admitted.
“Yeah, bet it is… Johnny sent me a text about it…” You added with a chuckle. “Now how about you dry yourself up and get dressed before you catch something, hm?”
“Or you could warm me up instead…” Kyle quipped and winked at you.
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5 Tips for Building a Sustainable Writing Practice
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We’ve all heard the advice to “write every day,” as if it were that easy! Translation: suck it up, no one cares if you’re tired. But what if there was another way to get writing done, without being unkind to yourself?
Hi, I’m Ariana Brown, and I teach writers how to create a writing practice that is sustainable, flexible, and fulfilling. Most of my students are chronically ill, disabled, neurodivergent, or simply exhausted from the daily stresses of life. I know writing isn’t your only responsibility—capitalism makes sure of that! But I strongly believe that writing should be an enjoyable activity you look forward to.
Below I’ve compiled my top tips for exhausted writers who want to be kinder to themselves—and still get the work done.
1. Add pleasure to your writing routine.
Sensory pleasures are neither frivolous nor are they only for children. They’re a crucial part of being alive! They give us something to look forward to when times are tough and we need motivation. Candles, soft blankets, cold beverages, mood lighting, dance breaks, yummy treats—whatever you choose, make sure it’s something you love. Paint your nails a fun color so you have something beautiful to look at while you’re typing away. Make a playlist of your favorite songs and after you finish a chapter, blast one song so loudly you have to get up and dance. Then, get back to writing. Remember, even for the most focused among us, pleasure is a better motivator than shame.
2. Be clear about your intentions.
What brought you to writing in the first place? For some, it was the ability to escape into our imaginations. For others, it was the chance to finally express what we’d been holding inside. Identify your reason for writing, then ask yourself: Am I still enjoying this? Do I still feel connected to my reason for writing? If not, explore how you can strengthen your connection to your inner child’s reason for writing.
3. Work with your brain, not against it.
If we know that everyone’s brain works differently, why do we force strict discipline and linear processes on ourselves? My advice: find or create a writing process that works for you. Maybe you love outlines; maybe you prefer to see where the words take you. Either way, make space for wandering, play, and discovery as you write. Take brain breaks. Doodle, map, dance, and draw when you get distracted. Body double with other writers, try new exercises and prompts to make the writing sing, and take plenty of breaks to stretch your body and talk to friends. We come to writing with our whole selves. Listen to your body, don’t shut it off.
4. Find a writing community.
You don’t have to wait for a community to come to you! I offer co-writing sessions on Zoom four times a month for my Patreon supporters, but do what works for you. Attend local open mics as an audience member and cheer on your peers. Invite your best friends to your living room once a month for a two hour writing/crafting session. Or check your local library and bookstores for free workshops and author events. You don’t have to do this work alone.
5. Develop a gratitude practice.
Finishing your draft is a huge accomplishment, but it’s not the only milestone to be celebrated. Consider creating opportunities to thank yourself throughout your writing practice. You’re doing an amazing and difficult thing. The fact that you keep showing up is worthy of celebration. Whether you decide to journal, rest, pray, meditate, or reward yourself, a little gratitude goes a long way.
Ariana Brown is a queer writer from San Antonio, TX, based in Houston. She is the author of We Are Owed (Grieveland, 2021) and Sana Sana (Game Over Books, 2020), and a national collegiate poetry slam champion. Ariana holds an MFA in Poetry, MS in Library and Information Science, and a BA in African Diaspora Studies and Mexican American Studies. She has been writing, teaching, and performing for over a decade. Follow her online @ArianaThePoet and www.arianabrown.com.
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Long Way Home [Part IX]
[Azriel x Reader fanfic]
Synopsis: Y/n is the daughter of a healer in the city of Velaris. After a small incident, she moves to the House of the Wind to work for the High Lord, Rhysand. Everyone in the house seems to welcome her except Azriel, the second in command. Even though he is just blankly polite and does not acknowledge her much, she can't help but fall for him. Does Azriel return her feelings or remain unfeelingly aloof?
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Read Part 1 here. Read Part 7 here.
Read Part 2 here. Read Part 8 here.
Read Part 3 here.
Read Part 4 here.
Read Part 5 here.
Read Part 6 here.
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Part IX
The heavy rains continued for a couple days more before stopping. It was impossible for Azriel to visit at the time, but I began to grow anxious when I didn't see him even after the weather turned clear.
I caught myself waiting, looking outside my windows as I continued with my day. It was an agony, and I didn't know what else to do. Had he given up? Was he wounded? I grew more worried, and after a week passed by with no sign of him, I decided to visit Velaris in person and check.
The following morning, I woke up early to have a quick breakfast and then pack an overnight bag. I was in the middle of washing the dishes when there was a knock on the front door.
Abandoning my task, I ran to the foyer, drying my hands with a dishcloth and anticipating Azriel's face.
My face fell when I saw Rhysand, Cassian, and my father framed by the open doorway. I immediately schooled my expression, mentally chastising myself for being so excited. They were wearing somber expressions as I led them to the living room. I felt my heart thumping in panic as I asked them for refreshments and they declined. What could possibly have happened that they came all the way here instead of Azriel?
We all sat down, and I couldn't stop bouncing my knee as Rhys and Cassian took in the villa.
My father was the first to speak. "Azriel's taken ill."
I couldn't stop the concerning expression that plainly showed only face. I was in love with Azriel, after all. "Is he wounded?"
He shook his head. "It's a fever, headache and stomachache. He should've been healed by now. But—"
Rhys took the rest of the explanation. "But he's not eating or drinking anything. Any medicine that your father tries to give him he rejects it. He's become delirious, confined to bed and keeps saying your name all the time. Everyone of us have tried coaxing him to have something. He's just not listening. We don't know what to do."
Cassian's voice had lost its usual liveliness. "We know that he has hurt you. But please, I beg you, come back and treat him. Save our brother. He'll really die from a simple fever at this rate."
I swallowed, my eyes filling with tears. Our mating bond had a weak pulse, and now I knew the reason. Azriel...
I had been hurt, but I wasn't heartless. And maybe, it was now the time to move on and let him in.
"Bring him here, I'll nurse him back to health."
Relief was visible on their faces, Rhys and Cassian engulfed me in a group hug before immediately taking off to winnow their brother here. Father lingered back, and he gave me instructions on the medicine and food to prepare after which he too, had to leave. He had patients waiting in the city.
He left after engulfing me in another hug and told me that he loved me.
I took a few moments to steady myself. Then I started on the preparations as per the instructions, anticipating Azriel's arrival.
My mate's arrival. The words put a smile only face, despite it all.
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Read Part 10 here.
This fanfic can also be found in Wattpad, along with other exclusive parts like playlists and pictures. Here's the link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/358573037-long-way-home
Happy reading! <3
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Part 3 : Elpis
A/N: I know that I have been gone for very long and almost abandoned these series. But I have exams going, and yesterday's paper was one of the shittiest ones I've ever written and I was feeling super down. So I came back to finish the angst, lol.
Anyways, I think it's lowkey rushed, but I hope everyone likes it :)
Also It felt so weird writing this chapters because I kept getting new ideas and I wanted to keep writing, but I didn't want to make it tooo long, though it's still pretty lengthy.
Repeating for clarity, MC DID NOT KNOW Mammon at all. She's a complete random stranger who happened to be there.
This part is going to be pretty heavy, so please proceed with caution.
Part 3 : Elpis
(Mammon x F!MC)
Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, Mammon is almost about to attempt suicide, bullying, verbal abuse, physical abuse, and mental abuse, blood, self harm, nightmares.
A LOT OF ANGST!!!
If you are sensitive to any of these, please do not read. This could be triggering.
Written in Third Person POV.
Also, If there are any grammatical errors, please feel free to correct them.
Number of words : 2.5k
|| ☞ Part 1 || ☞ Part 2 || ☞ Part 4(coming end of April 2024) ||
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Simeon woke up with a gasp.
Beads of sweat lined his forehead as he desperately tried to calm his erratic breathing. It was the 6th time in a row.
He had another vision.
Simeon and Luke had temporarily returned to Celestial Realm after Luke fell seriously ill. Luke had almost recovered, but he needed a few more days to heal completely before they returned for the exchange program.
Simeon and Luke weren't aware of anything that had transpired back in Devildom in their absence, because they had left before the video was released.
But since the past few days, Simeon has been seeing terrible visions.
Visions of Mammon's death followed by utter chaos among his brothers, then a war with the human world. He vividly remembers seeing the Sorcerer's Society up in arms against the 6 brothers.
Solomon was there too, fighting against the brothers.
Simeon felt shivers when recalled how brutally Solomon ended Asmodeus's life after using their pact to his advantage. The entire war was a bloody mess with many dead, including Belphegor, Asmodeus, and Leviathan.
His visions never showed him the end of the war, so he never knew who won.
Wiping his forehead with the back of his hand Simeon decided it was time to talk to Michael. He needed to inform him about the visions and apologize for not telling sooner.
Getting out of his bed, Simeon got ready to visit Michael.
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Michael appeared perplexed when Simeon told him about his visions.
Visions were not a part of Simeon's powers. Now he was seeing a recurring vision, that too one about a war between humans and demons?
Michael sent Simeon back after reassuring him that he'd get in touch with him about this matter soon. Unsatisfied with Michael's answer Simeon reluctantly headed back to his place.
He had a sinking feeling in his stomach and he couldn't shake it off.
He cared about Solomon and the brothers, and he had grown very attached to them. These visions were like nightmares to him, and he felt helpless. He really wanted to do something to prevent all of this.
The thing that perplexed him the most was Mammon's death.
He did not know the cause of his death, he only knew that his body was found in the human realm with his heart ripped out.
Seeing his brother's body in that condition had incurred Lucifer's wrath, equivalent to what he had seen during the war before his fall.
The brothers had concluded that humans were somehow responsible for Mammon's death and bathed the human world in blood. Simeon's head hurt just thinking about it.
"Father," he prayed. "Please protect everyone."
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Barbatos and Diavolo had known.
They were aware of the tragedy that was about to occur, after all, Barbatos had already checked every timeline.
Unfortunately, all of them only had one outcome, Mammon's death.
Diavolo was devastated upon learning this. He had failed! He failed as the future King! How could he not protect his subject, his dear friend Mammon?
Barbatos himself felt a little lost, his stoic persona wavered as remembered what he what he saw. Although he never openly showed his affection for Mammon, he cared. He cared more than anyone would believe.
It was hard for either of them to digest the fact
The panic slowly started to set in.
Diavolo insisted on talking to Mammon immediately, but he was stopped by Barbatos, who informed him of how every effort made by them in other timelines had done more damage than help.
In one timeline, when they tried talking to Mammon about his mental health, he denied everything. He laughed it off and replied with a "Nobody can hurt the Great Mammon!"
In other timelines, if they punished the students for bullying him, they would isolate themselves even further from him and would call him a snitch or a baby. And if they tried to stop Asmodeus from releasing the video by going to the past, another video of Mammon would always surface.
In the end, they couldn't change the future.
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The winds picked up as Barbatos chanted mantras to invoke his most powerful magic.
Diavolo stood not far away, looking at the figure at a distance with a grave look on his face, his demon form emerging as Mammon stepped closer to the edge.
The Prince of Hell had never imagined that a day like this would ever come. The guilt in his heart was immeasurable knowing he had failed his dear subject, and he had almost been too late to realize that.
Now they had no option but to do this. Barbatos was going to freeze the time on Earth for a couple of hours until the full moon ended and then erase his memories from the past few months.
The next moon full as powerful as this one was three months away and that should give them more time to do something.
His eyes turned to Barbatos on his left as he stood in a trance-like state with his eyes closed, a dark aura emitting from him. He was almost done with the process.
"δεθιλΠγπξΨυΣἀἧΪΏ"
Barbatos began chanting louder, and his eyes slowly started opening to release his powers.
Diavolo turned his attention back to Mammon to check on him, and his eyes widened at what he saw. “Barbatos stop!” He yelled and grabbed the butler’s arm to break his concentration.
Barbatos fell on his knees, eyes opened wide and bloodshot, tears pouring out of them. "My Lord," Barbatos gasped, completely out of breath. "Why?"
Diavolo winced at Barbatos' state."Barbatos, I apologize. But we don't need to intervene anymore. He already has."
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Silver butterflies.
They were a sign of God’s presence.
Diavolo, Barbatos, and Lucifer were the only demons who knew about those butterflies. They are usually seen when someone about to die is about to ascend to heaven OR it means that God was around.
Mammon, who was surrounded, couldn’t see the silver butterflies dancing around him.
They formed a line that was going in a particular direction. Almost like it was linking Mammon with something.
Or someone.
A human girl?
Diavolo and Barbatos watched from a distance, as the girl approached the bridge. She too was surrounded by the silver butterflies.
And she could see them.
There was awe on her face as she stared at those beautiful miracles fluttering around her. The bright full moon, the silver butterflies, and the gentle cool winds made the scene look magical.
Diavolo and Barbatos watched as the girl followed the butterflies giggling, not noticing Mammon.
Until she did. Her eyes fell on Mammon's figure, still in his human form, standing on the ledge with a painfully serene look on his face. The silver butterflies long forgotten, she ran towards Mammon with wide eyes and a panicked expression.
"No," she gasped, grabbing Mammon and pulling him down. “Please, please don’t do it.”
"What da hell?" Mammon cursed. "Who are ya?"
The human who was smiling and giggling just a few moments ago now had heavy tears flowing down her face.
"Please don't do this."
"What is it to ya?" Mammon yanked his hand out of the human's hands.
"It's not worth it, please. Don't do it," she repeated.
Mammon sighed irritatedly. "Look human, ya should go back. Ya don't know me and it's not yer place to tell me what to do."
"Please, it will hurt your loved ones--"
"I DON'T HAVE LOVED ONES." Mammon roared. "I am a scumbag, I don't deserve to live or be loved."
"That's not true!"
"What do ya know?!"
"Yes, I don't anything!! But what I do know is that nothing in this world is worth more than your life. It doesn't matter who loves whom. It's never going to be worth more than you!"
Mammon stayed silent.
"Why should you die for their sins? Why should you suffer because they aren't good people? I'm sorry you had to go through whatever you did, I'm sorry you don't think you deserve to be loved, and I'm really sorry that you find solace in the idea of dying. But please please please for the love of God, please don't do this"
Mammon wanted to scoff at the human. For the love of God? His father whom he betrayed for his wretched brother who has abandoned him now?
Karma, it's probably Karma, Mammon thinks.
He didn't want to listen to the human in front of him, after all, she was speaking the truth. He shouldn't have to suffer for his brothers.
But he was tired. Mammon didn't feel like he had enough strength to be strong another day. He had forgotten how to love himself, and without love, he knew he would shrivel.
Death was really the only option left.
Mammon realized that he shouldn't waste his time any further talking to this human. She was too nice for him and it's pretty late for a human girl to be out anyways.
"Look, I get what ya tryin' to say-"
"No," she stopped him from speaking, taking hold of his arm again. " I am not going to let you do it. You better be prepared to kill me if you want me to let go of you."
"Have ya lost yer mind?" Mammon looked at her with disbelief.
"No, I have not. But I will lose my mind because of guilt if I ignore this and let you do it."
Why? Why was this human going so far for him? Pity? Guilt?
"I will be there for you. We can be friends."
Mammon scoffed. What an arrogant human.
"Yer as stupid as ya look. Ya think I won't kill ya? And what makes ya think yer sob speech is enough to not make me jump? Ya only wanna be ma friend outta pity and I don't want any of that. Ya don't havta feel guilty or anythin. The world is not yer child an yer not responsible for it. Go home."
Mammon forced himself out of the human's grip and stood up. He looked at her, as she stared blankly at the ground.
He felt bad for being rude to her, but he had no choice. Mammon didn't like pity. After giving her one last look and climbed the edge again. He was about to switch to his demon form when a thought crossed his mind
Won't the human get terrified if she sees his demon form? What if she has nightmares?
"Give me one minute," she spoke interrupting Mammon's train of thoughts. She whipped out her phone and began typing furiously.
Is she calling for help? Will I have to deal with more annoying humans?
"Done," she declared and tossed her phone to the side of the bridge. It landed sideways and you could hear it crack.
What the--?
"Can you move a little and make some space for me? " She asked Mammon, coming over to where he was standing.
Mammon stood on a small ledge at the end of the bridge. It was the darkest corner and that's why he chose it. Although it was small, it could still hold two people.
"What are ya doing?" Mammon questioned, as the human struggled to get on the ledge.
"Joining you."
"What? Why? Human, have ya seriously lost yer mind?"
"No."
"Then what hell is yer problem ?! Why can't ya just leave me alone? Was that irritating speech of yours jus' empty words? Does the same logic not apply to ya?" "My brother committed suicide six months ago."
What--??
"I was the one who found his body. It was dark when I entered his room and his legs hit my face. He was hanging from the ceiling."
Mammon was left speechless at this sudden confession.
"I often wondered you know, why did he do it. He didn't leave a letter, a note, or even give a proper goodbye. He was my only family. I haven't moved on from his death yet. What if I had paid attention, would I have noticed that my always happy and smiling older brother was actually struggling? Did I ever notice how tired he looked or how lifeless his eyes were? If I had, maybe he would still be here."
There was a pause, as she struggled to continue.
"Maybe if I was a better sister, maybe if I wasn't such a burden, then he wouldn't have died. I feel so pathetic you know. So useless. If anything he deserved to live more than I do. He worked so many jobs to ensure we both had a roof over our heads and food on our plates. He sacrificed most of his life to make sure that my life was good, and what did I do for him? Nothing." "Hey stop. Yer not to blame for anything that happened, and ya don't havta to tell me if it's so painful--"
"No, I am telling you all of this because I want you know to that I don't have a reason to live either. I had lost my will to live the day my brother died, but I kept going because everyone told me that my brother would've wanted me to be happy. I tried, I tried so hard to be happy but I couldn't. And today when I saw you on the ledge with the same expression as my brother on the day he killed himself, I felt the world slip under my feet. If I can't stop you from killing yourself, it's going to destroy me. So why not join you? I always feared dying alone anyway."
She had successfully climbed up and now stood beside Mammon.
"If you don't mind, can I request something? Can we hold hands when we jump?"
Mammon could tell she was trembling, he could sense her fear.
Humans truly are the most annoying species in the whole universe.
"Tch, stupid human," Mammon grumbled and picked up the human in bridal style. He got down from the ledge and walked away from the corner, still holding her in his arms.
"What are you doing?"
"Shuddup, I'm taking ya to the mental hospital. Ya need some serious help."
"Do you know the address to one?"
"No, but ya will tell me. I know ya know."
"Fine, I'll tell you. But can we please stop at my place for a bit? I have to pick up a couple of things."
"Tch tch, Annoying little human."
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It’s time for the school play and it’s Romeo & Juliet. Mikasa gets the role of Juliet and Eren couldn’t give a fuck about the play until he found out Romeo and Juliet kiss, in front of everybody. And now Eren is obsessively after the role, only he can’t act to save his life
There's this animanga from the late 80s/early 90s that I adore called Ranma 1/2 that has a Romeo and Juliet high school theater production arc and all I can picture is that but with Eremika as Ranma and Akane. I'm going to try to break free from that restraint.
Okay, so first things first, if Mikasa got the role and Eren didn't, that means she auditioned and he probably didn't bother. So he's shit out of luck by the time he finds out the guy cast as Romeo (Jean??? Maybe???) is going to be kissing Mikasa. This means Eren has two options: to make sure the kiss doesn't happen or to steal the role.
So, what does Eren do?
He gets himself appointed to the stage crew, of course, and begins doing everything he can to make Jean's life a living hell.
He's smacking into him with set pieces, sabotaging his props, he is orchestrating wardrobe malfunctions left and right. During rehearsals, every time they get to the kiss he knocks something over and interrupts them. The director is getting fed up but they also can't help but love watching the drama unfold before them, so they let Eren do his thing for the most part and wonder what is going to happen when the boy can't delay the kiss any longer.
Eren's already on top of that. He knows he can't keep dropping set pieces when there's an audience because he doesn't want to ruin the play for Mikasa, but he also would rather die than see her kiss another guy. Therefore, he needs Jean out of the picture. He concluded long ago that if he's going to keep Mikasa's lips for himself he has to give Jean mono. What better way to put him out of commission and prevent the kiss than the kissing disease itself? Eren loves the irony. Or, he would if he paid attention in English class long enough to know what irony is.
And so, Eren's quest to give Jean mono is already well under way by the time he enters the scene as a member of the stage crew.
But wait, you may say. How is Eren going to infect another kid with mono if he doesn't have it? You forget that Eren's father is a doctor. Eren knows from dinner time conversation that there's been an outbreak of it at a nearby high school and tons of those kids have it. All Eren has to do is get in touch with one of them and obtain their spit. He is not bound by the strictures of common decency or shame, so he starts hitting kids at the other school up, trying to find one who is just as depraved as he is who is willing to sell him their diseased saliva. And you know he manages to find one.
He cuts school takes the bus to the next town over , exchanging fifty dollars for a baby food jar full of saliva from a fellow unhinged teenage, then hurrying back to campus before the virus loses potency.
He arrives just in time for lunch and immediately gets busy contaminating poor Jean's food when he isn't looking.
Then he sits back and crosses his fingers that Jean's symptoms will hit before opening night (it takes 4 - 6 weeks for the infection to brew). He also makes sure to keep Jean's putrid lips off Mikasa. His on-stage kerfuffles have been protecting more than just his own tender heart. He's got to keep Jean from infecting Mikasa, lest Eren find himself onstage as Romeo without his Juliet.
Jean is looking concerningly healthy as opening night approaches, though, and Eren is beginning to think he's going to have to go back to the other kid's house and demand a refund when, with only two days to spare, Jean succumbs to Eren's machinations and falls ill with mononucleosis.
The director is freaking out. Jean can't be in the play if he has mono but who is going to fill in for him?
Eren to the rescue. Surprise, surprise. He has the part memorized.
The director has no choice. The show must go on even if it means Romeo recites all his lines like a robot and everyone in the audience can tell he's slipping Juliet some tongue when he kisses her. At least, the audience all tentatively agree as they try to find a bright spot in the mess of a play they just witnessed, the two leads have tons of chemisty.
#eren jaeger#mikasa ackerman#high school theater au#romeo and juliet#Eren gives Jean mono#answered asks#my asks#ask me things#attack on titan#eremika au headcanons#school play#eremika fanfic
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Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 9
A contemplative episode this week, as most of the characters stop struggling and start accepting some shit. But while some people come to correct conclusions (Ray and Mew break up, but can you call it a break up if you were never actually together?), others just decide to make the same mistakes and hope for different outcomes (Sand keeps trusting Ray instead of himself; Mew decides to give Top another chance). We're moving into the last act of the story now, and it's anybody's guess where we land up when the dust settles. Last week y'all judged Ray the most audacious by a mile. Lemme put my glasses on and see who I'm feeling this week.
🔺1. Nick (6)
Team Second Option!
Nick and Sand's loser friendship and their self-awareness of same is one of the most delightful parts of a truly delightful show. I can totally believe Nick suggested them hooking up, this is EXACTLY how these things go. Them dissolving into giggles over their kiss and cuddling each other to sleep was a beautiful friendship moment. Another beautiful moment was Nick's acceptance that he really had just fucked things up with Boston (we will ignore the fact that the boy just can't HELP spying on that man having sex with other people🤣), apologising in a heartfelt way and attempting to move on. I think Nick's heart might be the only one at ease at the end of this ep, so he wins the week.
⭐2. Boeing
My room is right here as well.
IT'S MOND IT'S MOND IT'S MOND MOND IS HERE AND HE LOOKS GOOD AS FUCK! It's time to find out what the hell this is all about, but whatever it is looks kinda fucked which YES.
🔺3. Sand (11)
We are just masochists.
The loser camping trip did a lot to make me feel less irritated with Sand this week. Sand has always been incredibly self-aware about how much him having feelings for Ray is a suck move, but having him state it all so baldly and call himself a masochist this episode did move the needle for me. Architect of his own misery? Yes, but knowing he lowhighkey ENJOYS the misery makes all the difference. You know what king, you do you. Swing wildly between euphoria and despair while you're young enough to find it exciting.
🔻4. Boston (2)
Gay, straight, pan, whatever the fuck you want to be. I just opened your eyes.
Oh sis, I saw you trying there, but the lack of impulse control as always will land you in trouble. He should have sent Atom packing after that party, but sad, lonely and pissed off are a bad combo, and one thing Boston consistently does is make poor decisions when he's feeling some typa way. He clearly served up a top tier dicking though, because Atom is in LOVE. Inconvenient at best. As I keep saying though: you can't keep a bad bitch down, and Boston's one of the baddest. This too shall pass.
🔺5. Ray (12)
I am thick-skinned. I don't care.
*deep negro spiritual sigh* How DARE you bust up the loser camping trip Raymond. I'll not forgive you for that one. Ray, rejected by Mew, demands Sand's company for an ego-boosting dopamine hit (including the sex that Mew denied him, natch), continuing to treat him like a servant and a possession. But this time Sand calls him on it, and that maybe means he thinks about it a little? TBD. I do think Ray WAS actually honest this episode about his feelings (hence the rise in rank), but he was still trying to get what he wanted out of Sand. He and Mew ended their ill-advised relationship as friends though, so that's a positive. Rehab seems to be on the menu next week so anything's possible. I still think these two are terrible for each other, but they're 21, I guess it's allowed.
🔺6. Top (7)
I just want you to know that the person you think loves you the most is not that good.
Watching Top work Mew's moms over all Mew's objections was gross, and I'm fortified anew in my feeling that this dude's vibes are just OFF. Top...circling Mew like this, working Cheum, working his moms, making the move to excise Ray but not actually pulling the trigger because he knows taking the high road will appeal to Mew...look this show has 3 more eps to prove me wrong but something ain't RIGHT with this 'un. Top's money, his good looks, his sweet words, that's all it seems anybody pays attention to, but something underneath...anyway, his strategy's working, right up until the moment Mew runs into Boeing on his fucking doorstep.
🔻7. Mew (3)
I just thought if I became someone else, I'd be stronger.
Well the slut spiral was fun while it lasted, but I guess the morning after a coke bender is generally unpleasant and Mew's a paper tiger not a real G. Mew's trying to keep up the party boy persona but he's not built for this shit, his heart's not in it and Ray trying to literally get in his pants crashed him back to reality. He's totally going back to Top, Boeing or no Boeing.
⭐8. Mew's moms
I saw you on Mew's Instagram. You look better in person.
Oof. Look they're cute and they obviously love Mew, but their son is clearly uncomfortable and unhappy with Top around and they're ignoring that. They may not know what happened, but the room ain't THAT hard to read.
🔻9. Atom (1)
Did I just get nailed and bailed?
Atom tried dick exactly once and it's got him outside Boston's house in the middle of the night begging for more of the same. My bunny boiler hopes have fizzled for both Nick and Sand, maybe Atom is the one I've been waiting for.
🔹10. Yo (10)
Good can't buy love.
Mae Yo with the read this week: 'good can't buy love'. I really want Mom and Cool Stepdad back together. GO GET YOUR MAN YO!
🔻11. Daddy Dan (4)
I'm not going to be your boss tonight. Call me Daddy Dan.
The cringe is through the roof. Well he might get to sniff it but a sniff's all he's gonna get before Nick's back in Boston's bed, and that's just a matter of time at this point.
🔻12. Cheum (8)
The evil spirit left you already, huh?
Will Cheum ever learn to mind the business that pays her? Her lack of interest in her brother's clear and obvious heartbreak is contrasted unfavourably with her overinvestment and overinvolvement in the Mew/Top saga. I also somehow feel like last week's self-interested moment of solidarity with Boston won't survive contact with her brother getting exactly what he asked for and breaking his own heart with it.
#only friends the series#bless this mess#only friends weekly character rankings#i support gay wrongs#only friends#only friends series#bl meta series
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why didn't Lan want to transfer the bond to Nynaeve in s2?
I've read some comments questioning his love for Nynaeve due to how quickly he rejects the idea and I really disagree. I think he rejects it precisely because he loves her. Because he is the deeply loving man Nynaeve is falling in love with and a person of honor who is worthy of her.
1) He's going through a trauma along with Moiraine (though he wasn't the one Ishamael assaulted, he is deeply linked to M, traumatized by the loss of the connection that has been his family and the purpose of his life for 20 years, and she is behaving horribly toward him) and he feels like a failure. The person he trusts most in life literally just told him he's a failure. He believes Nynaeve deserves so much better than to take on a failed Warder as a commitment for life. He feels like damaged goods. He knows she WOULD take him on, because she has a compassionate heart and feels for him. But he wants better than that for her.
He's in his 40s and she's 26 - he should have scruples about not imposing on her good heart and taking advantage. (I'm not against age gap romance, but if the older partner is a decent person they will have real scruples to consider. Those valid scruples are all mixed up in his head with the trauma and bad self-image stuff he's going through IMO.) From his pov, he's been told she will soon be a powerful Aes Sedai. With that status she will have her pick of the very best, young Warders - she has her whole life ahead of her, why should she be saddled with an old failure?
Why should she bond to Lan and share in his shattered heart and grief and be weighed down by that and then, in a few decades, Lan won't be able to physically protect her like a Warder her own age or younger would? When he will die much sooner? She'd have to then experience grieving him when she could be building a lifelong bond with a younger, fresh Warder without all his baggage.
I don't agree with his pov, but I think this likely played into his thinking and why he rejects the idea immediately.
2) It's sadly a common thing that men are more likely to leave women partners who become terminally or chronically ill. Put simply: Lan isn't a piece of shit like that. He's better than that. He doesn't treat women like they're interchangeable parts - if one breaks, just swap her out for another and forget about her. He means his platonic commitment so much - which speaks to the kind of man he is and how much he will mean the romantic commitment he makes to Nynaeve. He's a man of quality and honor. His commitments are actually worth something.
The kind of man who would leave his 20 year long platonic partner to just suffer and die while he walks off wouldn't be worthy of Nynaeve, whose own heart is so loving and true. (edit: Distancing himself for his own emotional safety and finding other ways to get Moiraine support would be different - if he'd, say, told Siuan about what was going on but chosen not to return to M himself and/or reopen the bond - choosing forgiveness is going above and beyond, but not just leaving someone and swapping them out immediately is a decency thing)
3) Narratively, IMO it's for the same reason Siuan and Moiraine are in conflict rather than together right now - the romantic resolutions are going to be very grand and fireworks (Nynaeve was only starting to fall in love with Lan when she blazed like a sun to save his life - this show is very romantic! Unlike a lot of US shows rn it respects romantic love) and they're being saved for later. In both romances, they're currently separated due to how much they love each other, not how little.
BOOK SPOILERS BELOW
4) We know they get a canon happily ever after!! We know she will hold his bond one day - and presumably as a consensual act of joy and commitment. Doing it now, in this way, would taint it and hurt both of them. It has to be right - the timing and where they're both at. It has to be freely chosen.
#lanaeve#lan x nynaeve#wot meta#my meta#the wheel of time#wheel of time#lan mandragoran#nynaeve al'meara
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My Writing
-confetti and fanfare-
At the moment, it's all Mortal Kombat.
UPDATE: There's, like, one Babylon 5 in there now!
Song Challenges - As the link explains, I write to a song and that's that.
Completed Works:
Friday Nights - A weekly ritual between the two, Johnny finds tonight's session is bringing up something he's tried to not think about.
AO3 Rating: E
Chapters: 4/4
Notes: Johnny/Kenshi piece and the piece that dislodged me from my writer's block and I more or less haven't stopped since (aside from a few hurdles but ya get me)
Good Dog - Shang Tsung has gathered far more enemies than allies. Realizing that he needs somebody to keep an eye out for him, he decides to hire a bodyguard. By chance, Shang Tsung arrives just in time to hire Bi-Han, a down on his luck man-for-hire. What Shang Tsung didn't expect was for this man of ice to be immune to all his usual tricks and charm. He doesn't want to admit this draws him to his guard. And on the flip side, Bi-Han didn't think he'd ever break his no-attachments rule with the likes of such a fragile mad scientist. Inspired by the amazing art of @eo03o
AO3 Rating: E
Chapters: 5/5
Notes: I liked their dynamic too much and am too proud of all the random Easter eggs.
Sublimation - Five years since Bi-Han's betrayal and nothing has gotten easier. Earthrealm continues to need its defenders and everyone's starting to feel the strain. But Tomas is feeling another type of strain--he's been treated like a child more than the second in command of the Shirai Ryu as of late. When Liu Kang tasks Tomas and Hanzo to return to the Lin Kuei library, destroyed during the schism, they are ambushed by Bi-Han and Shang Tsung, who offer Tomas up to an Enenra with hopes to control it.
Things, of course, do not go according to plan. Tomas is saved by Hanzo, but Tomas is once again thrown into a life altering experience he never had a say in. Now he and his friends must learn to live with this new version of their friend.
AO3 Rating: M
Chapters: 5/5
Notes: Part of a series (that'll get renamed). Part 2 already in the works for it.
Commentary
Works in Progress:
But a Patient Wolf - Sequel to Good Dog
Shang Tsung gifts "Sai" a chance to exact revenge on Quan Chi, the ringmaster of the traveling circus he once belonged to. With that done, the two flee to Chicago. But their time in the city is cut short when Shang Tsung finally figures out where the strange and mysterious island in the East China Sea is. Bi-Han, the ever-loyal bodyguard, follows his beloved mad scientist to their new destination. There, the two discover a suspiciously preserved library full of secrets and wonders that will push the two and their relationship to the limit.
AO3 Rating: M
Chapters: 1/5(?)
Notes: I fell in love with their dynamic. They're too hard to resist. This story will likely have a different tone than Part One/Good Dog itself, but I hope it's still enjoyable!
The Great Duo: Shang Tsung is woken up one morning to find an ex and six-year-old at his doorstep. She leaves Shang Tsung with a girl who is no doubt his daughter. Initially, he takes her in, knowing it to be wiser to have somebody as smart as him on his side. Soon enough, Shang Tsung finds he not only enjoys having the kid around, but he enjoys teaching her and training her to be just like him.
AO3 Rating: T
Chapters: 1/3(?)
Notes: This one is very much a 'I'll update as the ideas come to me' kind of thing
To Be Haunted: Johnny and Kenshi's relationship has gotten more serious with marriage in sight. Johnny's showing his commitment by welcoming Takeda, while Kenshi still struggles to feel like a good enough parent to Cassie. What should be the next step for the growing family is hamstrung by a strange entity that has made their home its own. Their lives are quickly thrown off balance as Cassie and Takeda grow ill from the creature's presence. Johnny, Kenshi, and their friends scramble to solve the mystery of the entity before it's too late.
AO3 Rating: M
Chapters: 13/?
Notes: I am trying to update it :(
#mk1 2023#johnshi#bishang#coldsoul#tomas vrbada#mk smoke#shang tsung#bi-han#johnny cage#kenshi takahashi#don't get your hopes up for those E ratings my smut writing skills are sad i tried#fanfiction#fic: submlimation#fic: friday nights#fic: good dog#fic: to be haunted#fic: the great duo#fic: but a patient wolf
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⊹₊ ⋆ seasons results! ⊹ ࣪ ˖
⟡ part one ⟡
so usually I try to write it down from the day i start and document the results from then but I literally forgot lmaoo so heres it broken down into every couple days/every week! ima keep this method tho ngl because its so useful but this is probably gonna be a long post bc i wanna be as raw as possible w ya’ll.
season one: jdnavsthewrld ⋆𐙚 ₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡
overview
so first and foremost—my season is going to be filled with all of my designs blowing up, making hundreds of dollars a week, improving my relationship with my boyfriend, and getting a new charger. I wrote out everything in detail so that way it was easier for me to understand exactly what I want like shipping out orders and stuff in my new car, taking a trip to NY, collaborating with some designers that I really like + meeting some designers as well, having hella photo shoots, etc! so it starts off with me getting a new car, it’s easier for me to process all of my orders and get yarn/make clothing just because I have a more efficient car.
dec 3-10
this week was full of me reminding myself im living in my season and my whole idea is about my buisness blowing up and a new carr so ngl its already blown up a little cause someone posted my skirt but it slowed down and now its picking back up. one thing that I’m trying to remember is that I’m not going to know how good it is to have a lot of sales unless I know what it’s like to have lower sales like understanding the duality of owning a business that not every single day you’re going to have the most ideal amount of sales, but that time to be creative and breathe will definitely lead you to that outcome in the long run. I made 4 sales this week so its definitely making me feel a little like imposter syndrome like this cant be happening blah blah blah but I quickly redirected my thoughts to, “what happens in my season? my business was meant to blow up, this is what I’m meant to be doing.”
dec 11-18
okay I made 6 more sales, when I started I had 25 now I’m at 35 so I feel hella confident because I’m constantly falling asleep doing SATS. I can literally feel all the excitement and anxiety and nerves that come with an abundance of success. I sold my biggest custom order to a new client, this two piece set and a fur skirt so I’m like damn. its only bigger and better from here. another thing I added was me and my boyfriend are getting better and connecting more and I feel like our relationship is definitely growing in a healthier way. I made around $300 this week from my pieces so I cant even be upset if I wanted to (,:
dec 19-25
so okay new updateee I sold another 3 item set so I made another $100 this week, mind you im writing this the 21st so the week’s not even over yet, and I feel hella confident in my season. I finally finished drafting everything thats happening. im also having a lot of fun maintaining that it’s already mine. I literally spend so much time vaunting. I was meant to be a designer. of course I have sales, im that bitch. people loovee my clothes cause who else is doing it like me? literally nobodyy. this is what gets me to feel more confident too, if you’re not reassuring yourself who is yk? and my relationship is sooo goodd 🥺 like its been so peaceful and my bf has been surprising me with pinterest dates and shit like what is my lifee!!
ima come back and update after my moms bday, I always have a routine for the new year which is expelling all old energy. like cleaning my room, donating clothes, i also sage everything, make new sigils, wash my hair and alll my clothes so yeah lol i have a feeling the new energy will be beautiful.
dec 26-jan 2
okay I’ve been learning how to sew and I’ve been getting really really good at it. like making my own pieces by myself—before I used to have my mom help me, but now I actually know how to sew fr. I wanna show y’all so ill insert some things ive made/been making. ngl tho I think ima give it like a week or so more to really saturate my mind because I been listening to this sub by slade and its really been helping but I gotta focus on consistency! so thats really what im focusing on through the 15th so more updates around then!! my goal is to have more posts and get ready for a mini photoshoot.
jan 3-jan 12
jan 4th.. coming up with designs that are exactly what I envision/things that ive never seen knit or done in this style. made my collab post but skeptical about when I should make my collab collection so well see but I feel like the things im making rn are multimillion dollar designs like I can feel it in my core. also about to clean my car out soon to trade my car in for the charger of my dreams, apparently my parents were looking for chargers for monthsss and didn’t tell me cause they wanted to surprise me.. for reference y’all I literally have a charger sub i made 5 months ago and was so in my head about it but now i feel like my mind is fully saturated. every time I drive, it feels like im already in a new car, I imagine it in the driveway. I already have it in the 4d so its beyond mine in the 3d.
jan 7.. omg so update, I literally cleaned my car out today and I’m trading it in on friday like what the fuck is my lifee I knew it would happen but this was the first time where I realy put my foot down and envisioned myself driving the car literally everywhere. I race ppl like im in a charger already lmaoo the planes were bound to align sooner or later!! ill insert how it looks when it gets here yall we might have to order it but this is the first step in my journey—I get my charger, my design acc blows up, and so forth. (;
okay hi guys I made 2 sales recently and I just got my charger, everything literally feels like it’s falling into place and it’s kind of surreal. I think I’m gonna make a part two for my results because this post is getting helllla long but I GOT A 2023 CHARGER STX and tbh I wanted an R/T but the only one I could get was 2015 so im just hella happy I got a brand new car and it looks EXACTLY HOW I WANT—black rims, spoiler, it looks so mean!!! ugh im in love. peep my noface air freshener from my last car (,: and it only has 10 miles yall… I love using seasons so much
next post coming by valentines day! 💋
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https://www.tumblr.com/perfectlypanda/659481021941710848/zutara-and-the-unimportance-of-canonicity
what do you think about it?
The points I agree with
1 - A ship being canon or not does not tell us anything about the quality of said ship.
2 - Zutara fans need to chill with craving canon validation.
3 - The spin-off works like the comics and The Legend Of Korra often contradict the canon of the original show, and thus people need to either take only one as canon and ignore the other, or have "double-thinking" to take both as true. Honestly, even just within the original show there are canon inconsistencies: We are told in Book 2, by Iroh himself, that he got the nickname "Dragon of The West" by breathing fire on his enemies like a dragon, but in Book 3 we get ANOTHER explanation for that name, that it is a title given to someone that killed an actual dragon.
4 - Bryke can be real dicks sometimes. Saying "you like this ship, therefore you're doomed to always have bad relationships" is just pure nonsense, because even with stuff that actually IS deeply problematic, what really tells if a person's idea of how romance works is deeply unhealthy is not their enjoyment of the fictional relationship, but rather if they can tell what would or would not be okay okay in real life. I LOVE Beauty & The Beast, this does not mean I think people should marry someone that held them as prisoners. Azula is my favorite character and I would like her to have a redemption arc (and for the comics to stop claiming that being mentally ill means you're evil and any abuse you suffer is justified because you're "crazy and unstable" even when you're not doing anything) - this does not mean I think she never did anything wrong and am "part of a cult" like Bryke said.
The point I slightly disagree with
"There is no canon confirmation that Aang and Katara kissed for the first time in Cave Of Two Lovers" that one is partially true - we did not see the kiss, and the characters did not mention it at other points in the story... but COME ON, if they didn't kiss, why were Aang and Katara blushing at the end of the episode, when hearing the song about Oma and Shu? Sure, it's not explicit confirmation, but it is the show VERY STRONGLY hinting that the kiss absolutely happened.
The point I REALLY disagree with
"Zutara would have objectively been a stronger narrative choice" No. Just no. Not only do I feel it would not have been a better choice than Kataang and Maiko, I say it would be a TERRIBLE writting choice.
I could end this post with a "we'll just have to agree to disagree", but unfortunatelly I can't, because this person did not say "In my opinion, Zutara would be the superior choice, here's a link to my thoughts on why that is" They said "OBJECTIVELY Zutara would be the superior choice, here's the list of 'proof' I got."
And that's the thing I cannot stand with Zutarians. Even when they're making a solid point (in this case "This fandom gotta chill with using canon to dunk on other people's personal preferences, or demanding their headcanons to be elevated to canon so they can dunk on other people's headcanons") they HAVE to ruin it by going "But Zutara is totally the best and if you disagree with me, you are just completely incorrect" without a shred of irony or self awareness.
This really is their equally terrible alternative to "It is totally canon, people just think otherwise because of an evil conspiracy Bryke was in charge of." Instead of saying that, they go with hidden entitlement "Canon does not equal good... but Zutara SHOULD have been canon because it is scientifically proven, by me, that it is the best ship ever"
People have every right to disagree with me when I say Zuko and Katara would never work as couple, or ever be into each other in the first place. They can write all the meta about it too. But they do not have the right to try to force me to change my mind - be it explicitly or trying to be sneaky about it.
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Big fat rant about nothing, just me yapping about TOH’s ending under the cut🦟
Okay so obviously I have massive witterot but like it’s so severe like I’m so ill about 2 fictional dead guys and one has committed serval acts of genocide but HES HOT SO HEAR ME OUT
I wish we got more content regrading the trio ( Caleb,Philip, and Evelyn ) because all we got were the pictures in hollow mind, and even that wasn’t much. Like yeah, we know what happened, partially. And that’s only Philips POV too, so this part of the fandom is literally just living off of scraps
Call me crazy but, I think TOH would’ve been better if there wasn’t a happy ending. I am so tired of happy endings in shows, like if they’re executed well then I enjoy them, but if TOH was for a slightly older age group and didn’t end in sunshine and rainbows, I would’ve been so happy. Please let the villain win for once, that’s all I ask.
That’s not even me being biased about Belos and stuff, just genuinely, how did this man with centuries of experience get overthrown by a 15 year old girl who didn’t even have to do that much to earn it? Luz found out about glyphs like a week into the demon realm?! Excuse me?! Like I do sort of understand since Eda is a wild witch n all, she might’ve practiced this stuff before hand or May have books about it, but it’s clearly stated in s1 ep4 that she doesn’t know how witches used to do magic?
And even then that raises questions, did Belos completely erase the existence of glyphs from the public eye? Are there no books about this stuff? Did he just destroy all records of this stuff? And how did he do that? Was it before or after he became emperor? Because all we know is that he’s been in power for a little over 50 years out of the maybe 350-400 he tried to recruit people to his cause. How do people not question how this man stays alive?! We don’t know for sure how long witches live, and even if they do live that long in the sense they don’t questions Belos’s age, then wouldn’t some people from the 1600-1700s still be alive to call him out on his bs?
This is why if we had info on how long witches live, it would help plan the timeline out so much more.
Witches seem to age like humans do though, so I assume they would live 80 years on average like humans? Because Edas mom, depending on how old she was when she had Lilith, is actually the age most people would be when their kids are 40 or so.
ive had this in my head for awhile, I might be overanalyzing this quote but in s1 ep13, Principal Bump says “Only 300 years till retirement” but in the finale, 4 years later, he’s seen being retired. So maybe time runs differently in the demon realm? Or that quote could’ve been a joke, but still, that’s a thing.
Back to Luz’s magic development though, in the matter of like 2 months, she learned all 4 of the main glyphs meanwhile Philip learned them way later. Now yes, I know Philip did say “it’s almost as if the Titan wanted to keep them hidden from me.” BUT this raises another question!
Did Philip only start learning glyphs AFTER CALEBS DEATH? Because we know the Titan can look over the isles through the middle realm, and maybe he knew Philips intentions weren’t pure so he hid the glyphs, but also how does he still have the power to do that if he’s assumably been dead for thousands of years? I mean clearly it didn’t work, but it still hid them to some extent.
And when did Philip change his identity? We can assume it’s after he met the collector, but did the collector tell him to do all of that? HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN PLANNING THIS? Has he been planning this even before Caleb’s death? You would assume so.
My god this whole timeline is fucked
#art#the owl house#drawing#sketch#wittebros#philip wittebane#wittebane brothers#toh oc x canon#toh ocs#toh rant#rant post#toh belos#caleb wittebane#luz noceda#eda clawthorne
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What if I reworked the Miraculous Powers Part 2: Zodiac Boogaloo
(Part one here)
Unlike the Yinyang/Wu Xing miraculous, the big problem woth the Zodiac miraculous is that some of them are waaay overtuned while the rest are situational. So my solution is to make all of them situational! The Pig miraculous has an amazing power, fight me. Because most of these miraculous fit the idea I have for them, Ill only focus on the ones that need a change.
Mouse miraculous of Multiplication
Multitude: Stays exactly the same, I love this superpower!
Ox miraculous of Determination
Resistance: I previously changed the Ladybug miraculous so it can counter every other miraculous, which makes this miraculous kind of redundant... but I can't think of a better power, so I guess it stays?
Tiger miraculous of Elation
Clout: The user roars with exhilarating energy, forcing the target(s) of their choosing to focus on them. (Who's bright idea was it to make this thing a Black Cat knock off? At least the Goat miraculous is used differently than the Ladybug, but the Tiger and Cat have the same job of destroying stuff!) (So Juleka's whole character arc is that she wants to come out of her shell and she wanst her dad to see her so, maybe invisibility isn't a good power for her miraculous fandom:/ Anyway, the new power is just a video game taunt, forcing enemies to hyperfocus on Juleka. You can even give her some rockstar style roars to tie that into her identity)
Rabbit miraculous of Evolution
Rabbit Hole: The user rewinds their pocket watch a set number of times to travel back in time for 5 minutes. During the 5 minutes, the user can change events in the past which is guaranteed to change events in the present. The user can also choose to go back to their time period during the 5 minutes, and if they don't they will become stuck in the past because this power cannot travel to the future outside of resetting itself during it's 5 minutes. (That paragraph up there is the only way I knew to nerf this dang thing because I couldn't think of a new rabbit based power that dosen't step on another miraculous toes. WTF. Where do I even begin. Why is the shows Rabbit miraculous so incredibly different from every other power??? Why does it get its own Doctor Who room? Why does it not have a time limit and NO I do not accept that nonsense, timey whimy answer! Just why time travel in general???? I just, oof. Anyway, the rabbit miraculous is now used the same way Marinette used it during the season 4 finale, we need to do one thing in the past to save the future and then we go back to our time. Doing anything else is going to cause a paradox)
Dragon miraculous of Perfection(the name needs to be changed but I can't think of one that relates to the weather powers)
Wind/Water/Lightning Dragon: Sigh, ok this miraculous is what I mean when I say overturned. You can change into an element, you can control an element, and you can do it 3 times in a row??? No, the Dragon miraculous power let's you control one of three elements and then it goes on cool down. No using 3 powers in a row unless you're mature.
Snake miraculous of Intuition
Future Vision: it's literally a rip off of Garnet's power from SU. The user winds up their snake bracelet to play out different future scenarios in their head. These scenarios are life like to the user, but are not actually happening. (I like the idea that this miraculous seems like it's a psychic power when it's actually time travel, but time travel is waaay overpowered for a zodiac miraculous. Clairvoyance it is then)
Horse miraculous of Transportation
Voyage: The power gets you to your destination because it's a horse, get it? It's super lame, but I'll take it (at least this miraculous requires intelligence to use effectively, which matches its holder's personality. More than I can say for some other miraculous) (wait a minute this is the Miraculous of Migration now, wtf)
Goat miraculous of Passion Imagination
Genesis: Miraculous of Passion, dafaq??? Anyway, the power is still a discount of the Ladybug miraculous but it gets to stay for having a different function than the Ladybug power (I win button vs imagination power)
Monkey miraculous of Derision
Uproar: The power is a little op, but because of the changes I made to the Ladybug and Cat it shouldn't be too bad. (I like how this miraculous title foreshadowed that Kim is like low key a jerk.)
Rooster miraculous of Pretension
Sublimation: The user makes an impossible claim about one of the abilities they already possess, and the power makes that claim true for 5 minutes. (it was so easy to not make this thing broken, but the writer just had to use it as a lazy reason for why Hawkmoth can turn invisible! My reworked power works the way we all thought it did before season 5, it only effects physical abilities you already had. Kicking a ball into a goal is something you can already do, but with the rooster you can never miss a goal. This rework is still pretty powerful as far as zodiac miraculous go, but its no where near as bad as before)
Dog miraculous of Adoration
Fetch: Stays the same, it's not overtuned and it makes thematic sense for a dog hero.
Pig miraculous of Jubilation
Gift: Stays the same. F everyone who says its a bad power, its one of the best!
#ml salt#miraculous ladybug#ml writers salt#miraculous ladybug salt#thomas astruc salt#mlb powers#ml powers#power system#chinese zodiac#ml power system#ml rewrite#ml fandom salt#polymouse#minotaurox#purple tigress#bunnyx#ryuko#viperion#ml pegasus#caprikid#king monkey#rooster bold#miss hound#pigella
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You’re So Vain - Chapter 11
Dieter Bravo x female reader
Co-written with @absurdthirst
Oscar winning star Dieter Bravo’s reputation is suffering after the debacle of “Cliff Beasts 6″ and “Beasts of the Bubble”, so his management team has signed him on to a publicity stunt to find his soulmate and show the world a softer side of the erratic and unpredictable star. The plan quickly go awry, though, when Dieter’s soulmate wants nothing to do with him.
Rating: E for Explicit! 18+!
Word Count: 12.9k
Warnings: *Blanket warning for chronic illness, cursing, and deceased family members. This is a Dieter fic, folks, so there absolutely will be discussions of drugs, drug use, and addiction.* Enemies to lovers, food/alcohol consumption, the YEARNING, mutual pining, sex toys in public, so much teasing, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, sex toy sex, mention of age gap, dash of a praise kink (use of ‘good boy’), SO MANY good things!
Summary: There are more birthday shenanigans in store, both in Basel and in Geneva - and it’s getting harder every second not to tell Dieter how you feel.
Notes: I have a *lot* of feelings about these two, okay? Don’t look at me like that 👀👀
Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8 ~ Ch 9 ~ Ch 10
There's a little cafe across the street from the tattoo shop where Dieter made your appointment, and you're amused to see that the place is owned and operated by American ex-pats when you walk in the door. The woman out front is around your age, and she starts to greet you in German automatically but halts when she recognizes Dieter.
"Oh my God, Dieter Bravo!" She flutters, immediately looking around when she realizes she was so loud. "I mean, uh, I— hi! Welcome! Would you like a table?"
Dieter smiles, nodding at the enthusiastic woman. "We would." He acknowledges, keeping his hand firmly in yours.
The place is cozy and full of nooks and crannies where tables have been tucked for privacy, and the woman sits you at a nicely secluded table before handing off two menus and blushing all over again about how unbelievable it is that Dieter Bravo is in her restaurant. After another moment she’s gone again, off to grab your drinks and leaving you to settle into the plush chairs at your little table.
Looking around, Dieter spots the signs for the bathroom and looks back over at you with a grin. "So, uh, you wanna go first?" He asks, waggling his brows playfully. "Go slip your little toy inside you?"
The bag from the toy shop is discreet and plain, and more importantly it’s still in your hand under the table. “I’ll be right back,” you promise him, leaning over to quickly kiss his cheek before disappearing around the corner toward the bathrooms.
Dieter grins, barely able to look at the menu as he keeps sneaking glances at the little hallway leading to the bathrooms. Eager to see how you react to a toy inside you.\
The bathroom here is clean and small, just big enough for you to spread out all the instructions for your new toy and give it a wash before making sure it’s set comfortably inside you. Nerves over the upcoming appointment might have made that part difficult but all you can think about is how much fun Dee is going to have – literally – toying with you while you eat and it’s made you plenty ready. When you walk back out to the table you’re trying to smother a splitting grin and shifting ever so slightly when you walk, adjusting to the item nestled inside you.
The drinks have been deposited and Dieter is watching you closely as you walk back, grinning wildly. “I guess it’s my turn now, right?” He asks, nodding to the bag and the remaining toy still inside.
“Go for it.” You hand him the bag with a grin and settle down in your seat. “Do you want me to order for you?” The app that will control his ring is already downloaded to your phone, and you plan on glancing through the settings while he’s putting it on.
Dieter smirks and winks at you. “You choose what I’m having.” He challenges as he slides out of the chair and heads off to the bathroom.
“Me,” you mumble, watching him go with a fond shake of your head. When the owner comes back you order bratwurst and rösti for Dieter and something called a tartiflette for yourself, figuring that it will likely be late tonight by the time you eat dinner and a filling lunch is a good idea.
In the bathroom, Dieter is quickly stripping down his pants and boxers, wrapping his hand around his cock to start stroking it. Needing to be fully hard to get a tight fit around his cock and balls when he puts it on. “Fuck.” He hisses, knowing he’s going to enjoy the ache and it will make it better when he fucks you tonight. He carefully fits the device over his cock after he washes it, groaning as he pulls his clothes back up.
It would be a massive understatement to say you've never done anything like this before. You've never dated anyone like Dieter before, and on your own you probably never would have thought of doing something like playing with remote control sex toys at lunch. You shift in your seat as you wait for him to come back, texting Steph for the couple of minutes that you're alone. It's early in LA and Nora just woke her up, but she had sent you a birthday text right away.
From Stephy: Hey Birthday girl! Is Dieter treating you right for your day?
Steph sends as soon as she gets your text. She hopes that Dieter is making it special even though she knows you will think the trip to the museum is enough.
To Stephy: HE HAD THE ENTIRE MUSEUM CLOSED FOR THE WHOLE MORNING SO WE COULD HAVE A PRIVATE TOUR WITH THE CURATOR
You write back immediately, grinning at the screen like an idiot while you open your camera to take a selfie wearing the flower crown that he had made for you that morning.
To Stephy: And I have a flower crown. Which is going to become a mandatory birthday element from now on.
From Stephy: Oh my Godddddd😍😍😍😍 He is being such a sweetheart. How romantic! 💘💘💘
Her heart is melting and she owes Dieter a huge hug for making this a special day for you in a way that is meaningful. Hopefully he knows how much that means to you.
To Stephy: He’s been super sweet today. And…adventurous 😇
From Stephy: REALLY? 👀👀 How so?
She is practically giggling to herself over how happy you sound through the texts.
To Stephy: Let’s just say we took advantage of having a private car on the train on the way here…and we just stopped by a very special kind of toy store before lunch…
Giving her the fun and gossipy news before you get to the much more serious item on your mind is definitely a good thing. Today is just about having fun, and you have had that in spades today.
From Stephy: Oh my God! That’s amazing! It sounds like a VERY happy birthday indeed!
She wants to ask how you are feeling about everything, but she doesn’t want to upset you. Wanting to be your cheerleader above all while you are gone.
To Stephy: I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been grinning like an idiot all day.
When it comes to it, your fingers hover over the keyboard for an extra minute before you hit send, finding that it’s just too soon to be admitting it to anyone beside yourself. And maybe it’s even too early for that, too.
From Stephy: I would be grinning like an idiot too. A private train car with sex, a private museum tour of your favorite piece and a sex toy adventure? Yeah I would be on cloud nine.
When Dieter reappears around the corner you can practically feel yourself light up, and it’s one more tick on the checklist of evidence for yourself that you can deal with later. Right now, you’re just going to accept that it’s okay to be happy to see your soulmate.
To Stephy: I love you, and I miss you, and I love/miss Nora too. We’re going to have lunch and go get my tattoo Text you a picture later!!
“Hey.” Dieter is grinning with the secret of what he is wearing. “How’s it going?” He waggles his eyebrows and glances pointedly at your lap under the table.
"Oh, ya know," you give his grin right back to him and shift at the table, feeling the toy move only slightly inside you. "Just sitting around totally normal like nothing at all is special about today whatsoever."
“Yeah.” He winks and reaches to hand you the paper to connect the app to the toy. “We might have to change that.”
With your phone already in front of you, you start putzing with the app that controls his toy and shove the paper away in your purse as soon as you're done. "Are you..."Glancing across the table at him, you end up biting your lip on the question. Having no familiarity with men's toys, you don't really know what he's feeling right now. "Comfortable? Like...does it feel good even before it's turned on?"
“It’s like your hand is around me and applying just the right amount of pressure.” He tells you, opening up his own phone and selecting the app for your toy.
"Oh, so you're really feeling good." There are so many settings on your phone screen right now that you almost don't know where to start, so you select the lowest possible vibration to begin with and toss him a smirk before hitting the On button.
Dieter jumps his eyes widening and nearly crossing, clamping his lips together so he doesn’t moan like the whore he is right now. “Fuuuuuuuck.”
"Oh...do you like that?" You nearly cackle with delight, barely managing to keep your glee to yourself because you know that eye roll. That's the way his eye roll back slightly and his eyelids flutter when you put your mouth on him.
He manages to push the button on the app to activate your own toy. Wanting to see your own reaction to the toy inside your cunt.
For a second, right when the buzzing inside your body begins, you completely freeze. It’s not like you’ve never had a vibrator inside you before but you’ve never had one in in public and you clap one hand over your mouth as soon as you can move again to stifle any noise threatening to break through. Fuck, it’s like heaven and this is only the lowest setting.
He groans quietly, seeing the way your entire body lights up. It makes his cock throb even more and he shoots you a grin. “You like it?”
“Yes.” There’s no use in being shy about it, especially when he’s the one with the control.
Dieter smirks and slides down in his own seat slightly, feeling the way that the toy vibrates around him. “This is— it’ll keep me from cumming.” He tells you with a pant. “Edging me.”
“So we just bought you your new best friend?” One hand across the table reaches for his just to have a little bit of contact, but with the other you tap the controls on your phone, selecting a slightly less predictable pattern of vibration.
He grunts, biting his lip and smirking at you when he increases the intensity and puts it on a burst pattern. “How’s your friend.”
“G—good.” Barely managing to paint on a perfectly convincing normal smile when your food arrives at the table, you relax again in your chair the second the owner has gone again. “Fuck,” you groan softly and grin.
Dieter chuckles softly. “Yep, this is going to be fun.” He tells you after his own toy falls still for a moment.
“Add it to the list of things I didn’t know I liked until I tried them.” You can fully admit that, as the thrill of possibly being caught is making the whole thing that m much more fun.
His smirk is dirty, and he leans in and sends you a small wink. “Kind of like you didn’t know you would like my cock until you took a ride on it?” He smirks again before he adjusts the intensity of your toy.
“Kind of.” Each time he ramps up the speed or changes the pattern of your vibrator you have to swallow a moan and you can feel how hot your cheeks are getting just from being turned on. “How was I supposed to know?”
“Hmmmm.” Dieter pretends to think about it. “Good question.”
“Shut up.” You roll your eyes at him, though now the words and the action are full of affection that you hadn’t even dreamt of two weeks ago.
He smirks at you before the next jolt of vibration hits him and his eyes flutter closed. “Hnnnnnnngh.”
“Eat your lunch, babe.” The idea of doing terribly mundane things while being simultaneously doing something adventurous has far more appeal for you than you thought it would, and you pick up your fork with a grin.
Dieter huffs, finding it harder than he imagined since he is doing this with you. “Have a bite of mine.” He insists, forking up a bite and holding it out to you.
There’s no way you’re going to make this easy on him, especially not when he’s chosen a very…energetic pattern of vibrations on your toy. Leaning forward, you wrap your lips around the bite of food and let your eyelids flutter shut, humming a soft moan that is only thirty percent about the food and seventy percent about the vibrator currently playing your clit like an expert musician. “Delicious.”
“Savor it baby.” He coos, giving you a shit-eating grin. He sees the riot of expressions on your face and he loves it. Loves knowing that you are being so dirty with him.
“So bossy today.” It’s as surprising to you admit is to him that you like it so much, but it’s really just that you see now that it’s a different way of prioritizing your pleasure. Different from his usual submission, where he’ll do nearly anything you ask.
He smirks and shoots you a look that asks if you’re surprised. “What? You think I can’t be bossy?” He challenges playfully.
“More like I’m surprised that I like it,” you laugh, shifting and squeezing your thighs together in your seat while you pick up another fork full of food. “I’m not…I don’t usually like taking orders. I guess there’s always exceptions that prove the rule, right?”
“A secret switch.” Dieter hums, happy that he could help you discover things about yourself. It was always fun.
“Something like that.” Maybe it’s just that you have never been with anyone long enough for them to care about trying different things together. Maybe it’s the fact that you actually have feelings for him - which is a whole other can of worms - that makes time with him fun and exciting. Who knows?
“Well, we’ll see how well you take orders later tonight.” He winks at you with a grin.
“Oh really?” While the confidence of that comment would normally have you clenching down around nothing, this time your eager cunt squeezes the toy buried inside you and you barely manage to stifle a whimper at how amazing it feels. You’re not going to last much longer at all with how good the vibrator feels and a new set of sexy daydreams in your mind.
“Mhm.” Dieter takes a bite of his food and moans quietly, both from the taste and the way that the toy is making him ache just a bit more from stimulation. “The birthday girl needs spankings after all.”
“It’s true. I do.” Tossing him a wink, you practically giggle. “I’ve been a very good birthday girl. I earned them.” Temporarily, the vibrating deep in your pussy stops and you’re able to breath. “God, the other people in our floor are going to be so glad when I leave.” You snort, smothering a giggle with one hand as it turns into a moan when the vibration pattern on your toy kicks in again. Some other hotel guests on your floor had walked into the elevator just in time to see Dee’s hand down your pants two days ago and they had immediately scuttled away to take the stairs - leaving you and Dieter laughing hysterically in their wake.
“I’m going to pout when you leave.” It’s true, he will pout. He’s enjoyed this time with you, not even having one argument with you. Maybe it was the sex or maybe it was that word that keeps bouncing around in his brain. “Have to FaceTime you when I’ve got my hand wrapped around my cock.” He will stick with sex for now, not wanting to scare you off or make things between you go back to the way they were.
“Never gonna be able to answer a call from you with Nora in the room, am I?” Rolling your eyes at him like it’s some huge deal, you end up laughing again. “Small price to pay for getting to watch you jerk off, I guess.”
“You could always watch me tonight on the train ride back to Geneva.” He teases.
“Interesting…” Actually the suggestion is surprisingly appealing and you squirm a little in your seat. “You wanna give me a little show?”
“Wanna give you a lot of things.” Dieter grunts, cock twitching in the ring and he doesn’t miss the opportunity to leer at you.
There’s no explaining away the way that such an obviously dirty thought - intended to be dirty - makes your heart and stomach flip. You can’t excuse it or wave it off. You are feeling that thing and you just need to tell your heart to shut the hell up and let your cunt run the show. That’s the part of you that you know for certain that he likes - the rest of it is only marginally less than a question mark. “Like what?” You prompt, tapping your fingers against your phone screen on the tabletop and grinning when the intensity on his cock ring ramps up by another degree.
“Shit.” He hisses softly, squirming in his own seat for a moment and it’s on the tip of his tongue to blurt out something that is way too heavy for this flirty banter. “Like this load of cum that’s building up.”
“I could let you cum down my throat before we go to my appointment.” If these toys were ever intended to help keep your hands off of each other, then you were both lying to yourselves. If anything, you just want him more at this point.
Dieter practically keens at the idea, his eyes bright with lust. “After we eat.” He pants out.
Your lips curl up in a smirk, watching him apply himself to his lunch with as much dedication as he possibly can. You only have a few more bites left and they’re gone quickly enough – already deciding you’re going to want him to fuck you in that bathroom. He can still cum down your throat, but you’re craving having him inside you again.
His own food is quickly bolted down, barely even tasting it in his eagerness to get you alone again. Biting his lip when the owner brings the check, and he hums as hands her his card. “It was great.” He tells her. “Best lunch.”
“Meet you in there?” After giving your compliments to the owner - the food really was good, you’re just distracted as hell - you slip away to the bathroom to wait for him. It gives you an extra second to take out the vibrator and clean it, wanting to save that incredible feeling of fullness for tonight in the hotel room when you can savor it. This? This is the definition of a quickie and it’s all you can do not to shove two fingers up your pussy and play with yourself while you wait.
“Would you need anything else?”
Dieter practically flies through his signature, leaving a 100% tip and biting his lip as he looks up at the woman who owns the restaurant. “Yeah.” Dieter pants. “Just, uh, don’t blast us online.” He tells her cryptically before he bolts from the table and hurries to the bathroom without even waiting for her answer.
“Took you long enough.” The second he’s through the door, you’re reaching for him. Crushing your lips against his and fumbling with the lock behind his back like some kind of sex-starved maniac. Sex-starved. That’s laughable. You’ve never had this much sex in your life and yet you’re still completely insatiable when it comes to him.
“Fuck.” Dieter loves sex, fucking loves it, but there’s something about you that just has him eager every fucking time you crook your finger. His lips trail down your throat. “Th-that eager to s-suck my c-cock?” He stutters out when the toy goes off again and makes him whine when your hand moves to cup him.
“Want you to f—fuck me.” He’s learned every sensitive spot on your body better than even you know them, and you shudder at the way he nips your skin. “Still gonna have you cum down my throat though. Fuck.”
“Love it.” Dieter is immediately agreeing, pushing you back against the bathroom sink and thanking God that there is plenty of room for you to sit on it. His fingers fumble with the button of his jeans and he pulls them down quickly, not even bothering to try to take off the cock ring. “I— fuck, I’ll cum if I try to fuck you without it.” He’s too needy right now, and he wants to see how he can make you cum with this on.
“Took mine out already.” Shifting backward on the edge of the broad sink counter, you mentally congratulate yourself for the excellent decision to wear both a dress and open panties today. “We can play with it again tonight,” you promise him, even as your fingers dig into his sides and your thighs spread wide for him. “Need you right the fuck now.”
It’s all he needs to hear and those words from your lips makes his cock throb even more. Desperate to feel your silken walls around him, Dieter quickly shuffles forward and lines up. It’s not slow, the way that the toy roars to life again has him stabbing his hips forward in a choked cry, filling you to the hilt.
The only way you manage not to scream is by muting the sound against his lips, pouring his name into a kiss instead of letting the whole restaurant know what you’re getting up to behind a locked door. The extra sensation from the pulsing and vibrating toy has you nearly sobbing, clinging to him as he fucks you into the counter even harder than when he’d wrecked you that first time in his dressing room at the studio.
He groans filthily into your neck, feeling like his entire body is on fire as he grinds into you. Knowing that he will have to make this quick, surely the owner has figured out what he was talking about. “I’m sorry.” He pants, pulling back to start rolling his hips in a frantic, unhinged beat.
“Fuck, I’m not.” Shifting a little to keep your balance, the slight change in angle hits something magical inside you and the room goes completely black for a second when you start to cum. There’s not even enough time to warn him, just your jaw hanging open in a silent scream of pleasure while your cunt clamps down on him like a vice.
Nearly biting through his lip, Dieter hisses, trying to work you through it, but he can’t fucking move for how tight your pussy is gripping him. Making him lightheaded and digging his fingers into your hips. “Fuuuuuuuuck, g-good g-girl.” He pants into your ear while your body pulses around hun.
You could have melted to the floor in a puddle for how pliant you feel, but as soon as Dieter is able to move again, you’re nudging him back to drop to your knees on the tile in front of him. If you didn’t know he was enjoying it, the clock ring almost looks painful - squeezing him as tight as your pussy just was which is obvious from how slick with your juices his cock is.
Groaning at the sight of you on your knees in front of him, his hand cups your jaw. “Fuck, let me - let me get it off.” He knows he won’t last thirty seconds with the toy no longer squeezing him and your lips wrapped around his dick. Especially when you seemed to fucking love sucking his cock.
Next time you’re going to keep a stopwatch handy, because you swear it takes well under a minute once his cock is down your throat for that strangled cry of your name and his fingertips digging into the back of your head to be joined by the deliriously hedonistic feeling of cum pouring down your throat. You hum around his length, encouraging him to bury himself to the hilt in your mouth and throat like you’ve learned he loves. Someday you swear he’s going to hit your stomach with the way you both love it when he’s buried deep, and you don’t even care.
You could fucking suck start an engine, Dieter’s thought that since the second you ever wrapped your lips around him. Whining when you continue gulping him down, his stomach twists and clenches with over stimulation that you know he adores. Making him gasp out your name one last time before he’s jerking his hips back.
Grinning up at him, you lick a few errant drops of cum and spit from the corners of your mouth before pushing up to be on your feet again. A few pieces of paper towel later and you’re fairly confident that you won’t drip your own cum down your thighs in the tattooist’s chair, and you giggle darkly as Dieter wraps you up in his arms. “Fuck we’re good at that,” you sigh in his ear.
“Yes we are.” He breathes into your neck, kissing it softly, tenderly. As much as he loves fucking you, he’s happy just like this too. But… “We need to go.” He huffs, reluctantly letting you go.
“Lame,” you complain, giving him a pout even though you know he’s right. As it stands, it’s a good thing that your appointment is right across the street otherwise you would be late.
“I know.” He takes your hand and opens the door, stepping out nonchalantly as if you hadn’t just been fucking like rabbits in the bathroom.
The tattoo parlour that Dieter picked out for you is clean, well lit, and covered in displays of previous customers’ art. There are half a dozen employees going about various duties inside, and a man around your own age with long hair and a bright smile greets you both as you walk inside. You’re precisely on time so he has a decent guess who you are and switches over to English after greeting you. Dieter beams beside you, eager to share another experience with you while you listen to the artist’s spiel.
“This is your first?” The man is very aware of who the two of you are, being a particular fan of Dieter’s, but doesn’t say anything on the topic as he pulls out a series of forms for you to fill out a sign.
“Yes.” And you’re grateful for the solid wall of Dieter’s presence beside you, holding your hand in his until the man behind the counter holds out a pen to you. “Everything I have is from my soulmate.” Just saying it makes you turn to him and smile, a flush of warmth running through you. “This is the first one I’m getting myself.”
His eyes widen slightly as he looks over at Dieter. “I cannot believe that you didn’t get some ink for yourself. But we’ll fix that.” He tells you with a wink.
“He set everything up for me.” Squeezing Dieter’s hand gently, you let go to pick up the pen and start filling things out. “Including emailing over the design. But I brought the original with me just in case. It’s, uh…it’s important to me. I did it myself, and it’s not something I chose lightly.” It’s something to honour those closest to you, and that does include Dieter. You’re glad you made that decision a week ago, because it has only increased since then.
“It’s exquisite work.” He praises, smiling at you. “When I was looking it over, others were asking about it.”
“Maybe I should be taking commission to design tattoos.” It’s a complete joke, of course, but that’s really only because you’ve never been able to take a compliment well. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop and the criticism to kick in, like it has always been with your parents. “I’m a little nervous.” You can admit that easily. “But I made sure I wore something that exposed my shoulder blade so you won’t have to deal with my clothing, and I didn’t use any lotions or anything this morning like your instructions said.”
He nods with a smile. “That sounds perfect. I’ve transferred the image to paper that will ink the design on your skin. That way you can see the outline and we can adjust it to your liking.”
Getting you settled into the chair and the design transferred to your skin is nerve-racking, but Dieter has your fingers laced through his as he walks you through it, randomly making comments to the artist about technicalities that you don’t quite understand. When the needle comes out is when you squeeze his hand tightly - this time with excitement creeping in amongst the other feelings. “I’m ready.” You’re not sure if you’re reassuring Dieter or yourself more when you answer the artist’s question about whether or not you’re ready to begin, but it’s your soulmate that you’re nodding to.
“Remember…” Dieter leans in and presses his lips to yours. “If it’s too much, they can stop at any time. I’ll sit for the rest of it if you need.”
“I know.” Never in your adult life would you have thought that kissing this man would be grounding, but you swear it’s the thing that helps you breathe. “I need to do this myself. This is…it’s got my brother in it. I know you understand.”
“Absolutely.” Dieter breathes against your lips. That is something he completely understands. He just knows that if the tables were turned, you would volunteer to take the pain of anyone you love. “You’ve got this.”
“Thank you.” It almost slips out – that word you’re definitely not saying – but you just smile against his lips as he kisses you one more time, and sit forward in the massage-therapist-esque chair that you’ll be occupying for the next few hours. It doesn’t hurt at first. Almost at all. And that’s so surprising that you manage to relax again. The pain will come with repetition, you’re sure, but not starting out in extreme pain is a better beginning than you figured on.
******
For his part, Dieter makes sure you know he’s there. His hand never leaves yours, thumb rubbing your palm or the back of your hand soothingly. Squeezing when you hiss at a particularly sensitive part. Offering you the option of water as he picks up the bottle and holds it out to you. “You want some baby?” Even putting a straw in it so you don’t have to move.
“God yes.” Water is exactly what you need right now, after an hour of sitting, and the addition of the straw to the bottle makes you grin. Despite not being able to take care of himself worth a damn, he’s pretty good with the little things when it comes to you. “How does it look so far?”
There's something about being able to give you what you need that fills Dieter with.an enormous sense of pride. His chest puffs up slightly and his eyes move from where you are drinking down the water to your shoulder where the artist is carefully inking out the outline of the art before he starts changing colors and shading. "It's going to be amazing. You will be sad that you don't get to see it on your body all the time."
“I’ll be staring at your back all the time.” You grin, nose wrinkling with the way the smile lights up your face. It hurts, of course, but not as badly as you feared it would. And that is definitely a relief.
He swears you do it on purpose now, not that he minds at all. Bending down as he pulls the water bottle back; he drops a tiny kiss on your lips. “Stare away.” He murmurs.
“Do you want to take a quick break before we start the shading and colouring?” The artist asks, looking between the two of you and wondering how the fuck you got here from that broadcast footage of you slamming the door in his face or him screaming at you at that restaurant. It’s mind boggling to him. “Maybe just ten minutes?” You ask, feeling like stretching your legs might be nice. The colour is going to take the longest and you’ve already been in the chair over an hour.
“You need anything?“ Dieter asks softly. “I can go get you something.” He wants this experience to be good for you. Especially since he’s sharing it with you. All his own tattoos had been solo adventures - and he’d been high.
“Will you take a picture of it?” Your phone is in your purse beside his feet, and you want to be able to post a few photos to your Instagram now that you’re enjoying using the app to document your trip. Mostly you just want him beside you, savoring the fact that he’s being extra sweet today. “I just need to stretch my legs, really.”
“Sure.” He picks up your purse and hands it to you. “Hand me your phone babe.”
"You know, I don't mind if you go into my purse for something." You've noticed that it's something he never, ever does – even hesitating this morning on the train when you asked him to grab a condom. While you appreciate the respect of your privacy, you also have nothing to hide. Still, you pull out your phone and open the camera to hand it over to him. "If I ask you to, or you like...need Tylenol or a tissue or something and I have it? You can always just go ahead."
“Thanks.” Dieter flushes slightly and gives you a small shrug. “It’s – I appreciate that you trust me.” You are probably the first person to tell him something like that since Danica and it makes him feel almost shy.
"Trust is earned." The words are quiet, but you reach over and squeeze his knee gently. "You earned it." Through the way he is with Nora before anything else, really, Dieter has proven that he's not the careless lay-about that you had once assumed he was. Does he have his days? Sure. But so does everybody else. Since the two of you have started working shit out, he has never given you a reason not to trust him.
He can’t help but try to lighten the mood. Flashing you a playful grin and winking at you. “Bet you never thought you’d say those words to me. Did ya?”
"Oh, shut up." It's so often your reply for when he teases you, but you do have to admit that you don't mean it anymore. Teasing over snark is a trade you'll take any day of the week. "Bet you never thought you'd be planning out my birthday like you're competing in the Boyfriend Olympics, but here we are."
“Am I in completion for first?” He asks, sending you a hopeful grin. “Gold medal?”
Honestly, if you weren’t positively certain that it would scare him off and ruin the day, this would be a very sweet time for that word. “Yeah, honey.” You nod a little as you stand up, stretching straight into his arms. “Gold medal all the way.”
“Yessssss.” Dieter pumps his fist in the air like an overly excited child, laughing when you roll your eyes at him.
“Will you take the picture?” It’s important for you to see what it looks like on your skin, even if the image is technically the same on his. He hasn’t said a word about pain or discomfort, so it really must be true that he won’t feel that hit of sharp pain until the very end.
“Of course.” He smirks as he takes the phone from you, watching as you turn around and present your back and shoulder blade to him. Snapping a couple of photos to make sure the lighting is right; he leans in and kisses your shoulder above the tattoo. Not wanting to spread germs to the sensitive area, but he just needs to touch you.
“You’re a sap.” Not that you mind, obviously. Those little shows of affection from him are everything to you now. When he hands you back your phone you immediately send off the picture to Steph, wanting her to see the progress and be as much a part of the moment as she can be at a half a world away.
“No one has ever accused me of that.” Dieter huffs. “An asshole, a jerk, a narcissist, but never a sap.” He taps his chin. “Unless you are just substituting it for one of those, I don’t even know what sap means.”
“It means you’re showing your emotions.” You tell him, putting both arms around his waist and carefully making sure the the strap of your dress stays out of the way when you hug him. “You’re mushy.” And the fact that he’s like this with you? It’s…sort of miraculous.
“Shut up.” He grumbles even as his lips curve up and he kisses the tip of your nose. “Bad for my image.”
“Pretty sure Libby would disagree.” You point out, sticking out your tongue at him for that same level of maturity in your banter. “Pretty sure this is exactly what she was hoping for when she made you do this whole contract shenanigan.”
Dieter sighs, knowing that you’re right. But he’s also a little - hurt isn’t the exact word - upset that the only reason that you are here with him now is because of that contract. “Yeah, because I have ‘leading man’ written all over me.” He rolls his eyes and his arm tightens around your lower back slightly before he lets you go. “Better pee if you need to.”
“You do to me.” It’s just a mumble, since you can tell his mood has changed on a dime. As much as you’re now inclined to thank Libby for the stunt these days, it’s clearly still a sore subject for him. “Be right back,” you murmur, shuffling in the direction of the bathroom while you mentally kick yourself for bringing it up.
“Great job asshole.” Dieter hisses to himself after you disappear down the small hallway that has a discreet sign for the bathroom. “Way to ruin her birthday because you went and fell in love with her.” He shakes his head and turns around to look at the art selection on the wall, thinking about getting another tattoo himself.
A few minutes later both you and the artist are returning to the chair, and the work begins anew. He predicted in the original quote that shading and colouring would take about two hours, so he has your chair facing a big screen tv with a cabinet of dvds at the ready if you would prefer watching something to making small talk or sitting in silence. He's not the kind of artist that chats away while he works, preferring to give the piece his entire attention – especially in this case where his client has done the design themselves. He wants it to be perfect. When you're situated again you reach for Dieter's hand, hoping that he won't flinch away. After sternly lecturing yourself in the bathroom, you've decided to strike the word 'contract' from your vocabulary all together when it comes to him, just in case. To you, it was a blessing in a very big disguise. But he clearly doesn't see it that way.
His fingers thread through yours, sternly telling himself that he cannot fuck up your birthday. It would be unforgivable. “After this, do you want to eat or catch an earlier train back?” He asks, wanting to leave it up to you. “Have dinner at the hotel? Or wherever you want.” He adds quickly.
"The hotel restaurants are fancy..." Although you're not sure if that is an argument for it or against, to be honest. But in the week you've been staying there you still haven't eaten in any of them yet. "We'd have to change when we got back...would that be okay with you?" There's no way in hell you're going to push him, but it sounds nice. "Maybe we could walk around the lake after if we have the energy?"
“It sounds perfect.” Dieter agrees, grinning when he imagines walking back into the room after dinner. He doubts you’ll want to go for a walk once you see what he has in store for you. “Let me call the hotel and make the reservation.” He also needs to adjust the time for the surprise he set up.
"Pick whatever restaurant you want," you tell him as he shifts backward to step away. There's three of them and they're all nice, so what do you care as long as you get to sit and share a meal with him?
Dieter steps outside the tattoo shop in order to make sure you don’t find out his surprise. It’s silly, but he wants to make sure that no one spoils the fact that he’s ordered a cake and balloons to the room after getting back to the hotel. Not to mention the other thing. Now he wants them to put it in the room while the two of you are at dinner.
“Hôtel Mètropole Genève.” The concierge who answers the phone does so with all the brightness and manners that the prestigious hotel demands. “Comment puis-je vous aider?” How may I help you?
Dieter grins as he announces himself and gives his room number. “I need to make a dinner reservation for tonight and push back the special request I have.”
“Of course, monsieur.” The concierge switches over to English for Dieter’s convenience. “Will you be joining us in the bar, on the rooftop, or in the formal restaurant?”
“The formal.” You had mentioned dressing up and he wants to give you an exquisite sit-down experience, a far cry from your first date.
“Oui, monsieur.” There is a pause and the gentle sound of clicking for a moment. “For the two of you?” Everyone in the hotel is aware of the couple staying in one of their largest suites, especially given the length of the reservation and the surprise scheduled for tonight. “Is there anything we can do to make your evening more memorable?”
Dieter looks back towards the door. “Can we have the cake and balloons brought to the room while we are eating?” He asks. “Oh, and I want to add flowers. Roses.” They aren’t your favorite flower, but every beautiful woman deserves roses on special occasions. He tells the concierge a number. “One for every year.”
“Of course, monsieur.” Another moment of silence follows, but this one carries a hum, like the man is smiling. “If there is anything else we can do, please do not hesitate to call.”
“Thanks.” Ending the call, he pockets his phone and enters the shop again with a smug grin. “Bet you didn’t know I could make my own reservations.” He teases.
“I think you’re busy.” You hum tell him honestly when he sits back down beside you. Sometimes the busy makes him forgetful - but that’s because he’s human. “Which restaurant did you pick?”
Winking at you, he gives you a small shrug. “Figured we should get dressed up tonight.” He hums happily. “Lib packed a great suit.”
“I bet you anything one of the dresses she packed for me matches your suit.” The smile that splits your face is instant. Dieter doesn’t necessarily like getting dressed up or doing a lot of fancy bullshit, but he’s doing it for you because he knows what a treat it is. How special it makes the whole day. And you — well, you love him for that.
“Guaran-fucking-teed.” He chuckles, knowing that it would match perfectly. She had been over the moon about your social media posts and how good it all seemed to be going. “We can’t disappoint her by not wearing it.”
“Ya know it took me almost a week to realize that all the designer stuff she packed me is from the same designer?” It’s never really been on your radar before - or in your budget - so you hadn’t really paid attention. “I bet you anything she signed an extra sponsorship deal.” It had annoyed you for a few minutes when you had finally noticed, but that faded quickly. It’s gorgeous stuff and you get to wear it all for free. How ungrateful would it be if you got mad about it?
“She’s good for that.” He snickers. “I bet every mention in the gossip rags says what you are wearing.” He gives you a small, bashful smile. “Welcome to celebrity life. Isn’t it glamorous?”
"To be honest I don't read most of it." In the beginning you had, but it had caused you so much anxiety during those big fights that you stopped. The last thing you needed was to read about how much people hate you. "Although it might be a lot more fun to read these days than it was even a month ago."
“I’m sorry.” He reaches out and takes your hand again. “I know you had to have gotten some shit for being my soulmate.”
"Hey." You shake your head and lace your fingers through his easily. "I did a lot of it to myself. Your fans love you and I was a giant bitch in the beginning. It's all good, baby. That's not on you." His own actions, he has apologized for and you've forgiven him, just like he has forgiven you. "It's all water under the bridge."
“To be fair, I’m kind of a dick.” He pulls his sunglasses out of his pocket and perches them on his nose to look over them at you. The sunglasses are no longer the source of friction they used to be, but it’s a visual reminder of how annoyed you were at him.
"Yeah." Since you can't shrug, you just squeeze his hand. "But you're my dick."
He waggles his eyebrows at you at that. “Yes, yes I am.” He agrees, throwing you another wink. “Anytime you want.”
******
By the time the artist has finished working on your tattoo, you can fully admit to it being more than just a little sore. A little over three hours in the chair isn't a lot of in the broad scheme of things but it's certainly plenty enough to make you wonder how he's done this so many times. Dieter takes a few pictures of the finished production to show you and you can't help shedding a few tears over it - seeing the representation of your brother alongside the other flowers just makes you wish he was here holding your other hand. Dieter huffs at you when you even try to reach for your wallet, and you make a mental note to plan something just obnoxiously sweet and attentive for his next birthday, because today really has just be perfect. After sending off a photo of your brand new tattoo to Steph and to your parents so that they don't pitch a fit about finding out via social media even though they haven't even called to say "Happy birthday", you loop your arm through Dieter's and head back toward the train station.
“How is it?” He asks with a grin. “Owning your own ink now?”
“It’s sore,” you laugh, willing to admit that fully. “But…kind of cool? I like feeling like I’m carrying all of you with me.”
His smile turns slightly bittersweet. “It’s nice to be able to carry the ones you love with you.” His fingers brush against the triangle on your arm. “That physical reminder sometimes keeps you sane.”
“He would’ve liked you.” Shawn had never made any bones about being a fan of Dieter’s, but the man you know now is different than the celebrity image that gets put out into the world. “He liked dumb jokes and spontaneity and he loved Fleetwood Mac. I can just see you two sitting out by the pool listening to Rumours and shooting the shit.” It’s a melancholy fantasy, but not one that truly upsets you. Thinking of Shawn doing happy things is nice in a bittersweet sort of way.
“He had to be special.” Dieter keeps his arm looped through yours and his tone light. “You and Steph don’t put up with someone who isn’t worthy.”
“Steph was absolutely nuts about him. I mean we were twelve and she just…she just knew. Even before they knew they were soulmates.” You shrug slightly, the one shoulder without fresh ink on it pulling up before it drops again sharply, and you squeeze his arm a little. “Have I ever told you about when I actually realized you were my soulmate?” You know you haven’t. It’s a story that involves both Shawn and Steph and it’s a pretty good example of what a great big nerd you used to be. But today…it feels like the right time.
“No.” He remembers that at one point you were proud to be his soulmate, so it won’t be a bad story. “When did you realize it?”
"I was sixteen." The age difference between you back then was enormous, but now it barely means anything. "And Shawn desperately wanted to go see Silhouette in the West." You grin at the memory – practically able to hear your nineteen-year-old brother bickering with your parents over his winter break about wanting to go see the movie on his own. "They told him that he had to take me if he wanted to go and he bitched and moaned but finally agreed. And there's that one scene...that shot where they show you swimming in the pond or watering hole or whatever? And I saw the scar from my cut on your leg." That was the very first sign. Your stupid little cut from not being able to shave your legs properly. "I thought I was absolutely losing it, but Shawn saw it, too. We went nuts in the theater and barely managed to not get kicked out. I went home sobbing - like so excited that I was actually in tears - and told my parents right away." Squeezing Dieter's arm gently, you shrug again with your one unhurt shoulder. "It was only a couple of months later that you got your first tattoo."
“My elephant.” Dieter nods, thinking back to that time. “Jesus, you were young.” He knows that there is nothing wrong with the age difference between you, you aren’t even the soulmates with the largest gap, but it would have been glaringly obvious then. “What did your parents say?” He’s curious that they didn’t seek him out, after all, he was a fast-rising star at the time.
"They didn't believe me until the ink started showing up." You can laugh about it now, but at the time it had been a source of friction. You were fiercely proud of who the universe had matched you with, but they clearly understood that there would be obstacles in the way. "They wanted me to focus on picking out a career and being able to support myself, and were dead set on making me wait until I was older to meet you. Mom's logic was that you were an adult with your own life and your own career, so I should have those things, too. And then if those things meshed together well when I was old enough, that would be proof that we really were soulmates."
“So your parents didn’t believe that you were just destined to be with your soulmate?” He asks, knowing that you’ve adopted that same mentality when he’d first met you.
“I think they just wanted me to be cautious.” In hindsight, it does make sense. Even though at the time you had hated them for it. “And they probably didn’t want me to come off as a gold digger.”
Dieter snorts. “I was broke as a joke then.” He reminds you. “I was just starting to roles that paid decently.” He can’t complain now, enjoying his life and the ability to not overly worry about money. “I’m sorry we didn’t get to meet…before.”
“I’m just…honestly, I’m just glad that we got to meet at all.” You confess, wondering if maybe that makes you clingy or needy. “I know it was far from the perfect meeting, but who knows where we would be if we had met ten plus years ago? Anything could have happened.” There is one thing, though, and you don’t mind admitting it. “I’m just sorry I never got to meet your sister.”
“She would have loved you.” He can freely tell you that, chuckling slightly. “Probably would have pissed herself laughing at the ‘Fuck you, Bravo!’. After she beat your ass for hurting my feelings, of course.” That last line is said teasingly. While Danica had been Dieter’s cheerleader and protector, she had very few violent bones in her body. Unless it was kicking his ass.
“I would have deserved it.” Completely and truly, you would have. You know that. “She and Shawn would have given us merciless shit. Affectionately, of course.”
“Isn’t that what siblings are for?” He asks with another chuckle. “If she hadn’t died…” He swallows. “Who knows where my life would have gone? Sometimes Libby swears she was the only one who could control me.”
“You’ve done pretty damn good for yourself.” The two of you hustle across a main street and turn the next corner to walk toward the train station. “Everyone has troubles, Dee. She would be proud of you for how hard you work and for how much you’ve grown.”
“Yeah.” Dieter looks over at you again. “Dani would have loved you.”
“Shawn would have loved you.” And if that is the closest you ever get to telling him the words you want to say, so be it.
The two of you fall into a silent lull the rest of the way to the train station, each one lost in thoughts or memories. Booking a compartment isn’t as lucky this time. Having to share the space on the much fuller ride back to Geneva. Thankfully the other occupants of the car have no interest in chatting or any kind of small talk, and you bury yourself in Dieter’s side for the three-hour ride. Aside from a cup of coffee from the cart you never move, just gazing out the window as the rain barrels down the tracks.
Your parents call while Dieter is grabbing you a cab back to the hotel, and it is a good excuse to keep the call short. Otherwise the usual woe is us stuff will start, and the day has been so nice until now. Dieter stays silent through the somewhat awkward conversation you are having, wondering why your parents have waited so late to call you. His own relationship with his mother is hard, so he doesn’t ask, instead just wrapping his arm around your shoulders inside the cab as you end the call.
“Well, that was fun,” you huff gently, shoving your phone back in your purse. The look you flash him is apologetic - as absolutely apologetic as you can possibly make it. “You don’t have to say yes.” Probably not the most encouraging way to phrase it, but too late now. “But…my parents have invited us to visit. They…they want to meet you.”
“Oh.” His brow shoots up and he searches your face to see what you are thinking or feeling about that, but your face is just apologizing to him. “It would have to be when I get back….” He offers, not wanting to commit you to something you don’t want. Tiptoeing around this feeling he has for you is starting to make his head hurt. He never puts this much effort into much beyond his art or his acting. Unless it was getting high.
“I can tell them no.” You had only said that you would talk about it, not wanting to pressure him into anything properly resembling an actual relationship with you despite how strongly you feel about him. The fact is, you would like everybody in your life to meet at some point, but it’s just that you don’t see an urgency in the timing. “I guess Mom has figured out social media and Internet gossip websites just enough to be following our trip, and she thinks we’re ‘getting serious’. Her words.”
“Do you want me to meet them?” He makes a point of keeping his eyes directed towards the passing view as he asks. That’s the most important thing, even as his heart flips at the juvenile thought of ‘getting serious’. Kind of like asking a girl or boy to go steady in school.
“I—” It feels like a trick. Like someone’s going to pop out with a camera to laugh at you if you admit it. Which is just about the dumbest thought in the world. But honesty is what you’ve been working with for the past week and it’s working, so you find yourself nodding before you really know what you’re doing. Staring down at your hands in your lap, you just hope like hell that this doesn’t send him running for the hills. “Yeah. I—I would. But I can put them off a month or even two if it’s weird or overwhelming. And you can say no if you really don’t want to. It’s your call.”
You can’t hear it, but Dieter lets out the breath he had been holding. Relief and probably a little joy that you want him to meet the parents flooding his system. “Okay.” His hand on your arm tightens slightly, pulling you towards him as he turns to look over at you. “We’ll do it when I get back.”
“Really?” Your head pops up in surprise and you don’t even bother to disguise it, realizing that you had been holding your breath waiting for him to answer. “I thought this was going to be way more of a discussion. Okay…uh…it has to be a weekend. Because of school, I mean. But San Francisco isn’t far.”
He tries for nonchalance as he lifts the shoulder opposite you. “It’s okay. I like San Francisco. It’s a quick flight.”
“You’ll get to hear all the mortifying stories, and I guarantee there will be baby pictures.” After all, like you told him earlier — they’ve been waiting for this day to come for a very long time. “I mean…that’s what parents do when they meet their kid’s soulmate, right?”
“I guess.” Dieter shrugs, not even able to imagine how his mother would react to meeting you. Probably ignore that fact and pester him about him paying for something for her. “I don’t know, my parents weren’t soulmates and Dani either didn’t have one or they died young.”
“I guess we’ll find out.” The cab pulls up outside the hotel and the two of you stretch on the sidewalk before heading inside. You won’t harp on it any more tonight because the day has been so nice, but you know you’re going to be stewing over whether or not to say anything about these feelings before your parents can ask the question.
Shaking off the questions, he smiles at you. “Let’s go get changed for dinner.” He offers, looking at his phone. “The reservation is in an hour. Wanted to make sure we didn’t miss it.” He can’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach. This is far different from the casual meals you’ve shared together and it’s special.
“We’ll see what kind of matching clothes Libby packed for us.” In the elevator you curl into Dieter’s side and turn up your chin to smile at him. “Today was perfect,” you hum, kissing his cheek. “I’m sure the night will be, too.”
“Thank God.” Dieter rolls his eyes and scrunches his nose. “Do you know how hard I worried about ruining your birthday?”
“Nuh-uh.” You laugh and shake your head, dropping a kiss on his lips the way he always does when you wrinkle your nose like that. “Everything was perfect.”
“Good.” It was important to him. “I didn’t want you to regret being here and not doing your usual birthday routine.”
“The drive-in will still be there when we get back.” The elevator lets you out on your floor and the front door to your suite is only a few paces beyond that. “But absolutely nothing could come close to the day we had today.”
Pride makes his steps a bit cockier, giving him a slight swagger as he walks to unlock the door, despite you having a key of your own. “It’s not over yet.” He reminds you with a wink. “Still need that spanking.”
“I’m going to have my work cut out for me when I try to plan your birthday.” Not that you won’t try your damnedest. Of course you will. You just hope things will still be good between you then.
“I—” Dieter bites his lip and decides that he needs to be honest with you. “I haven’t celebrated my birthday since Danica died.” He admits quietly. “Normally I’m just too fucking high to remember the day.”
Stopping in the middle of the room, you drop your purse and take both of his hands, running your thumbs over the backs of them gently. “If you would rather be left alone that day, I understand. But if you want to try to break the cycle this year, just say the word.”
“Well, I can’t be high.” He offers you, his words raspy and for a horrible second, he thinks he might fucking cry. He never thought someone, especially you, would offer to make a day that is pure bleak depression better for him. Not even Libby tried, although he wouldn’t have let her, to be fair.
“Hey…” Tugging him into your arms, you definitely weren’t expecting that strong of a reaction, but you can’t really blame him. Losing your big brother was hard enough - you can’t imagine how hard it must have been to lose a twin. “I—” Not the time! “I care about you. Hopefully…hopefully you realize that by now. That I’m not going to let you face the scary shit alone anymore.”
Swallowing harshly, he can’t even answer you. Instead, he just lunges forward and melds his lips to yours desperately. Afraid he will confess everything and ruin this, that you will walk out of his life again and he doesn’t know if he can handle that.
The kiss isn’t hungry, per se, but it has an element of desperation to it that you’re all too familiar with – the clawing need for reassurance. For him, especially right now, you have that in spades and you let the moment linger as long as he needs. “Come on,” you murmur when he finally pulls away for lack of air. “Let’s get some fancy clothes on and have a fancy dinner.”
“Fancy dinner, right.” He’s happy you aren’t making a big deal of it. “Let’s get dressed up.”
To no one’s surprise, Libby has packed a sharp, black suit amongst Dieter’s things with a shirt and tie that are somehow the exact shade of deep red as the velvet sheath dress in the suitcase that she hand-packed for you. Pretty much everything she packed for you is tailored to make you look the part of a movie star’s girlfriend, but this particular dress actually makes you feel like one, too. So when you come out of the bedroom to find him lounging on the settee tapping at something on his phone, you actually feel pretty damn good about how you look. “What do you think?”
He feels like he’s been punched in the gut. You are gorgeous. Pretty all the time, but right now, you look like you are ready to walk a red carpet with him. “I think—” he croaks out the words and has to clear his throat. “I think I’m regretting making reservations where we have to leave the room.” He jokes. “Because I should have hired security to keep back the people who will want to touch you.”
“Shut up.” Despite rolling your eyes at him, your stomach flips and knots pleasantly at the compliment and you smooth one hand down the front of your dress. “I should have guessed that Libby would pack your favourite colour. I own a lot of red clothes now.”
“Any red lingerie?” He can’t help but waggle his brows at you playfully, even as his cock loves the idea of seeing you in something sheer and red. “Fishnets? Thigh highs?” He groans slightly, drooling at the thought.
“If you’re a very good boy I’ll surprise you with something tomorrow.” What you’re wearing today isn’t the only thing you bought for lingerie here in Geneva - a little red teddy also went home with you that day. But you’ll have to go back to get any kind of stockings, which you will absolutely do now that you know he loves them.
“I’ve been very good today.” It shouldn’t make him start to tent his suit pants when you call him a good boy, but it fucking does.
“I know,” you coo at him, not missing the way he has to readjust his position in the as you step forward. “You’ve been so very good and I promise you’ll get a treat for it.
“Damn right.” He grins and can’t help but reach down and squeeze your ass as you lean against him. “It’s why I did it.” He huffs in amusement, knowing that he never expected anything.
"Sure, Dee." The corner of your mouth pulls up in a little smirk, knowing that he already showed his hand. He wanted today to be nice for you without any ulterior motives. "Whatever you say, baby."
He pouts at you, but doesn’t argue. Instead he pulls his hand back and swats at your ass firmly enough to make a nice crack. “Let’s go toots.” He adopts a bolstering tone and smirks.
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Dinner is exquisite. More wine and food than you can shake a stick at, and the service in the exquisite, upscale restaurant in like a dance. It is hands down the best meal you've ever eaten. The wine pairing is perfect. All you and Dieter talk about is things you saw in the museum and what you want to do on your next day off. There are plenty of eyes on you – you've learned over the weeks how to feel the attention coming your way – but tonight it actually doesn't matter. Tonight, the entire rest of the world has evaporated except for you and Dieter at your little table.
Leaning back, he tosses you a grin as he rubs his stomach. “Want to skip dessert and make room for it later by taking that walk?” He asks, not wanting to admit that he’s got dessert coming to the room.
“I liked the idea of a walk until I put on three-inch heels.” You admit, knowing how silly that sounds. You’ve walked in tall heels before and he’s always made sure you stayed upright, but tonight you’re going to use it as your excuse to be lazy. “Do you want to go back upstairs and just hang out until we pass out? I mean…we have an early morning at the studio tomorrow anyway. Relaxing just sounds nice.”
“That sounds perfect.” Even if you don’t want sex tonight when you get back up to the room, he wants to spoil you. Especially considering the other surprise he had arranged.
"The whole day has been perfect." It doesn't matter that you've told him before, this dinner just solidified it. And at some point tonight you're sure his fingers will go fumbling for the zipper on your dress just like each night before, and you'll end up falling asleep tangled in the sheets and each other’s arms.
“Here at Bravo’s Birthday Bashes, we aim for excellence.” He jokes as the waiter bring over the bill and he charges it off to the room. He doesn’t care what it costs, it’s worth it for the smile on your face.
The way back upstairs is raucous and chatty thanks to the group of friends in the elevator at the same time as you, and when the doors open for your floor the two of you hustle out with quick goodbyes. "Oh, to be young again." you joke, tucked under his arm as he digs the room key out of his pocket.
“I could do with out the back pain, that’s for sure.” He agrees. “Never knew that it hurt that fucking bad until I got sober.”
“Right? Carrying around my students’ portfolios during grading is going to permanently reshape my spine.” You slide yourself between Dieter and the door, distracting him with a kiss as he tries to get it open for no other reason than you can. It’s a light, freeing feeling that you can never get enough of.
“Tease.” Dieter huffs against your lips, fumbling with the door even as he tries to keep kissing you and opening the door at the same time.
“Never.” The lipstick you put on before dinner was a 24-hour smudge proof formula and it is damn well living up to its name, letting you mumble against his lips and trail kisses down his neck as he pushes inside. “I always mean it.”
“Good to know.” His cock is twitching in his pants but he knows he needs to get you into the room before he strips you down. It would be damn embarrassing for you if he did it right here and someone’s little eyes sees things they aren’t supposed to. “But we have to stop right now.” He tells you as he closes the door in the dark room and reaches for the light switch.
“SURPRISE!”
“Suprise Aunt Gigi!”
“What the f—??” It’s only when you hear the second voice – that perfect little angel’s voice – that you don’t let yourself finish the last word. Whirling around in Dieter’s arms, you find yourself face-to-face with the two people you’ve missed more than breathing over the last week, surrounded by balloons, a huge vase of long-stemmed red roses, and possibly the most beautiful little birthday cake you’ve ever seen in your life. The tears are instant, streaking down your cheeks and blurring your vision as you rush forward to scoop Nora up in your arms and wrap them around Steph in turn. “What—how are—when did— oh my god.” Nothing coming out of your mouth makes any sense, but you crush them in the strongest hug you can muster while still trying to breathe between ecstatic tears.
“Dieter arranged it all!” Steph giggles happily, clinging to you and kissing your cheek. She hadn’t missed the way you were plastered against the man in question and she’s fucking thrilled that everything seems to be going perfect. “He called me and told me to pack for the weekend.”
“We ride a plane, Gigi! It was loud.” The four-year-old won’t be left out, snuggling against her beloved auntie and inhaling the perfume that you are wearing with a giggles. “So pretty for your birfday.”
“I can’t believe you’re both here! And you rode your first airplane!” You look to Steph with wide eyes. “You’re here for the whole weekend?” Through a torrent of tears, you turn back to find Dieter still standing by the door looking a little sheepish but proud of himself. “You have no idea what this means to me.” Any lingering doubt you might have had about how you feel about him has evaporated. If you can’t find it in yourself to admit that you love a man who has done so much to make you feel special and cared for and appreciated, then you don’t deserve to love anyone at all. “I—I will never be able to thank you enough for this.”
“You should be with the people you love on your birthday.” Dieter murmurs softly, shifting on his heels and he’s happy that everything has worked out perfectly. “And the cake is okay for Nora to eat. I made sure of it.”
"I am definitely with the people that I love." You tell him with absolute certainty. Squeezing Nora to your chest and with one hand on Steph's arm, you're nonetheless telling him directly. If you can't be brave enough to say the words the way you mean them in front of other people just yet, you can at least make sure you're including him in this feeling right now. "Best birthday of my entire life. This one, right here."
Dieter grins and gives a small shrug. You are talking about Steph and Nora, but he - for once - doesn’t care about what’s in this for him. He loves the look in your eyes. “It was the next best thing to the clown idea you shot down.” He jokes.
"If there's a little clown in that cake, it's getting smashed in your face," you warn him playfully, knowing that anything in possible with him even if it isn't probable. "Come sit, Dee? We can cut cake and hang out until everyone is tired?" When you look back to Steph you're absolutely glowing. "Do you guys have your own room? I have so much I want to show you. You're going to absolutely love it here."
“They’ve got a room down the hall.” Dieter tells you as he winks at Nora as she wiggles down out of your arms and rushes over to him. Because she missed him and because cake. “You’ve already finished the portraits, so you can do sightseeing with them while I’m on set.” He wonders if you want to stay in their room tonight, catching up and having a girls’ night.
"I've got to check in with your director and make sure he doesn't want any adjustments made, so maybe we can do a little studio tour in the morning?" You so desperately want to show them what you've been doing here over the last week, and to be able to show them with pride all the hard work that Dieter is putting in. "Then we can do a little sightseeing around Geneva after lunch?"
“That sounds perfect.” Dieter will miss having you on set, but he wants you to enjoy your time with your best friend and your niece. “Perfect. Nora and I are just here to do whatever.” Steph’s eyes sparkle. “I still can’t believe we are here to be honest.”
"I can't believe you are, either!" It's an absolute dream, and you don't mind reaching past Nora to give Dieter a grateful kiss before everyone settles down in the suite's sitting room. The enormous vase of roses is on the coffee table in front of you with the cake beside it, and you grin as you take in the beautiful sight. "It's one for each year, isn't it?" You don't even need to count to know that, the sheer volume of flowers is a giveaway.
“Too cheesy?” He asks, letting Nora tug him closer to where the cake is.
“Come on Uncle Deedee!” She huffs, impatient for the delicious looking cake she hasn’t been able to touch while waiting for you. “I want cake.”
"Not at all." You promise him with a broad grin. "It's perfect." There are four small plates and four forks out on the table beside a cake knife, and the beautifully written Happy Birthday! on top is about to be sacrificed on the altar of everyone's sweet tooth. The bright yellow buttercream screams 'lemon' but you're dying to see what other flavours might lie waiting inside. There is still half a cake left after you cut four slices and you know you're going to be excited to have some tomorrow night as well as soon as you pop the first bite into your mouth. The bright tartness of lemon buttercream and sponge along with deeply sweet plum jam is an amazing combination that has all of you groaning happily in an instant. "Oh my god, baby. This is amazing."
Agreeing, he nods quickly, shoving another bite into his mouth. “God yes it is.” He adds, smirking at the way that Nora is inhaling the cake. “Squirt likes it too.”
Steph raises an eyebrow at the term of endearment but doesn't say anything yet. She can pry you for more details tomorrow while Nora is taking a nap. "It was a great choice." She commends, having gone through the bakery's choices when Dieter first came to her with the idea of your biggest birthday surprise. He had found a place in the same neighborhood as the hotel that did vegan baking and knew that that would be safe for Nora.
“I’m glad everything turned out.” Dieter admits with a happy grin as he leans back. “It was worth it to see and hear you squeal.” He winks at you playfully.
He has heard you squeal for plenty of other reasons, but that isn't something you're about to bring up with Nora in the room. "The whole day was perfect. I mean completely perfect. Thank you, Dee."
There’s a sense of pride to his smile and he nods at you in acknowledgement. “That’s exactly what I wanted.” He tells you.
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rating CATG based on how sickly I think they’d be <3
(part two to this post about the main five :)
Craig: 8/10. We’ve all heard this motherfucker speak. This guy’s sinuses are Fucked Up! He has a recurring case of the sniffles and he is not happy about it >:( He rarely gets seriously ill, but even a minor cold is enough to have him moping about with a cartoon rain cloud over his head. He is simply So Over being sick, and can you blame him? His sinus troubles often lead to headaches, or worse, earaches, which sucks major ass. No matter how much of a dickhead he may be, his pitiful appearance when ill is enough to melt even the coldest of hearts.
Clyde: 6/10. Oh my god, is this guy gross when he’s sick :/ You know those little kids who cough as loudly as possible with their eyes bugging out of their head, right into your fucking face? Clyde was that kid, and he never grew out of it. He is just simply so overwhelmed by how shitty he feels, that he feels the need to constantly remind everyone else of it too! Pity is his lifeblood. If he’s lucky, he’ll get a couple tuts and a “Poor thing,” and if he’s even luckier and has a Special Someone then perhaps they’ll agree to stroke his hair whilst he lies, snivelling, with his head in their lap.
Jimmy: 4/10. In contrast to Clyde, the absolute last thing he’s after is pity when he’s ill. He’s out here making crack-ups between coughs and grinning like this whole sickly business is some sort of private joke. People ask him how he’s feeling, and he’s like, never better lol! And they’re like, um?? Lol?? If things get bad, he will quietly ask a close friend or Special Someone for assistance, and whether they might be able to take care of him for a few days. He might secretly feel a little anxious about being a burden on his caretaker(s), but they reassure him that’s never the case, and he’s able to rest easy with them by his side until he recovers—goofing around all the while, of course.
Tolkien: 2/10. Being vitamin C’s number one biggest fan, Tolkien’s immune system is thriving. He rarely gets sick, which of course pisses off those in his life who do, because it’s Just Not Fair! Just because he gets a full nights sleep, eats plenty of fruit and veg, and regularly exercises doesn’t mean he should be able to float through life this easily! How dare he >:( On the occasion that he does fall ill, he will do the sensible thing and rest up until he’s feeling better. In doing so, he will be careful to isolate himself so that he doesn’t spread it around. Sure, he might get a little lonely, but he doesn’t mind too much, and reassures himself it’s the best thing to do right now. However, this gets his friends very worried because Tolkien is sick?? Sick all alone?? By himself?? With no one to help/make things worse?? Oh, that simply will not do! Cue the rest of the gang showing up unannounced at his door, interrupting his tranquillity to “take care of him”. He’s all, ‘Guys, you really shouldn’t be here, I’m contagious,’ but do those fuckers listen to him? Hell no! Which of course leads to the rest of the gang catching his cold, leaving him to deal with the fallout, exasperated. (But perhaps that’s for another post >:)
Tweek: 7/10. This guy never sleeps and lives on a diet of coffee beans which may or may not be laced with meth. You think he has what it takes to fight off a cold? Please. His immune system is in shambles. But because Tweek is already pale, with chapped lips and dark rings under his eyes, it’s hard to tell when he’s come down with something. The true tip off to his poor health is his drowsiness. His typical skittish, light-sleeper status is no more. You could crash symbols next to his ears and he’d just huff and roll over. No longer a nocturnal menace to society, Tweek is out cold by 7pm every night, and does not rouse until 11am the next morning, peppering the rest of the day with naps. During the fleeting moments when he’s awake, he is mumbling about headaches and a dry mouth, and how everything is terrible and life is just a never-ending cycle of suffering and anguish, or something. On the plus side, he will carelessly fall asleep cuddled up to whoever is sitting next to him on the couch, which is pretty cute.
Thanks for reading! I’d love to see your own headcanons & ratings too :)
#south park#sp craig#sp tweek#sp clyde#sp jimmy#sp tolkien#i actually loved writing these so much i'm definitely gonna do more headcanon stuff in the future ^-^#headcanons
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I dont think death is a cheater
*big ol text for something very teeny*
one of puss' lives introduces the idea that death is cheating because he's coming after puss even though hes totally alive. which sure sounds like cheating to me!
but as many have noted(1), we do not see death hanging around all the time
he wasnt at mama lunas
he wasnt on the road part of the roadtrip to the star
he wasnt with puss in the safety of the woods and perrito
etc
we only see death when puss is risking his life
over consuming milk(2)
slaying the giant (this one is an easter egg)
getting shot at after stealing the map from horner
facing the bakers dozen
getting stuck in the cave of lost souls a la narcissus (this is my own pet theory, see prev post)
so it looks like death cant nab him at any old time, there is a set of boundaries that death has to operate in, ie puss has to be in real danger of losing his life to see death
which brings us to the Puss V Death sword fights that bookend this movie.
The First: death comes really close to getting puss (blood is drawn) and eventually disarms him. it would have been really easy to get this cat when hes down but he kicks the rapier over and tells him to pick it up (and continue the fight)
The Second: death appears right after puss finally has his hands on the map and is ready to make his 9 life wish. horner was stuck in his bag(3) as far as we knew and goldi + co were reconciled; there seemed to be no immediate threat to puss' life. but death rolls up nonetheless. is this the last chance, last ditch effort of death to finally get him?!
Puss got encircled in the arena of flames but like, the first thing death does after introductions is kick that rapier back over to puss and challenge him to the duel
So. in regards to cheating. i don't think death was cheating by coming after puss in person. i think if he was really cheating, he would have axed puss the first chance he got. that would line up with this whole 'vengeance' idea.
i think the writers upheld death's mythos of being an unstoppable, altho rule-bound force, of nature. taking puss' life without cause, executioner style, would have been cheating(4)
i think death kept egging puss to pick up his sword so that
puss had the opportunity to live or die in fair, armed combat
death had the opportunity to take puss' life without stepping outside the bounds of 'only taking lives in danger of being lost'
But puss earning his life back by kicking the scythe back over to death instead of running.. and acknowledging that hes fighting a losing battle but staying anyways..
idk if any of this was intentional but if it, was i think its a great job on part of the writers of showing how such a complex system of balances could be depicted without outright showing the rule book to the audience. and to give death (the plot device, not the character) such an elaborate code to adhere to...ugh ive said it before and ill say it again the writers are so good at recycling
1 - another interesting thing is that death is waiting until puss' ninth life to come for him. hes had this grudge against cats for a while and never got to short them(1.1) if hes a cheater, youd think hed take more than just one the one life of one very ungrateful cat
altho, they might value their lives more and be less deserving of getting cheated
1.1 - for the sake of this post im ignoring this bc its pure speculation + off topic #justgirlytings
2 - unconfirmed but a fun idea
3 - was this the writers telling us that the real villain will always be a white man whos getting the bag ($) ?
4 - while it may not be standard protocol for death to show up and start fights, i think we can excuse this due to the extenuating circumstances (puss legit wasted 8 lives already, fucking cats am i right fellas?)
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