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hee0soo · 5 months

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Limitless

PAIRING — Kim Hongjoong x afab!MUAReader

SUMMARY — Watching your boyfriend film for their new MV was torture, especially when said boyfriend was also a giant tease!

GENRE — IdolAU

WARNINGS — unprotected sex, penetrativ sex, oral (m receiving), dirty talk

WORD COUNT — 3.5k

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

Rewritten and released

It had never been your plan to end up as a Make-up Artist when yon finished school! Much less be in charge of the styling for KQ's boy groups!

You knew your way around Make-up, having started a YouTube Channel when you were just a teenager with an interest, you had managed to gather a small fan base as you slowly learned what worked for you and what you liked.

It wasn't until you actually had to decide what you wanted to do with your life when you decided that was ultimately a hobby, was what you wanted to do to make a life for yourself. You trained under professionals and when you had the necessary qualifications you began applying for jobs. There weren't many company’s or labels ready to take a risk for a basically inexperienced Make-up Artist, but KQ was a very small, unknown company bordering on bankruptcy in need of a new Artist for their only active group! And even if it wasn't a lot of money you got out of it, it was more then you had earned in a while.

At the beginning you had only helped the MUA in charge, never being left on your own until you had proven that you were indeed capable of being left unsupervised.

The members had just celebrated their 2nd anniversary as a group when that happened.

The boys were elated when the MUA in charge announced that you would be in charge of Hongjoong and Mingi that day and the companionship that had developed over the year allowed a close friendship to form without the prying eyes of your supervisor.

They were all close in age and some of the sweetest and funniest people you had ever met and quickly added you to their little friend group...

Especially the captain had taken to you very fast. You didn't know why and he also wouldn't tell you, but soon you were thick as thieves. It was as if you had known each other for years.

It got to a point where Hongjoong started inviting you over to his studio. Sometimes you just hung out with him, talking and eating food you had brought. Sometimes you watched how he worked on his music and got to listen to his crafts. The fact that he let you listen to the songs before he showed them to his member, was something the two of you kept a secret!

You couldn't help him with anything since didn't know how everything worked but you loved watching him in his element and he loved the quiet but reassuring company you gave him. It gave him a sense of security and comfort to have you there.

When it became clear that ATEEZ was there to stay in the industry, you were appointed as the captain's personal Make-Up Artist and stylist!

You had been ecstatic when the head stylist had sat you down in the conference room and pushed a new contract over the table, telling you that Hongjoong had requested you specifically.

And now that it has been almost 4 years since you started, you couldn't imagine being anywhere else!

Somewhere along those years of working together with the man, the feelings of friendship turned into a crush and a crush turned into a loving relationship!

It wasn't something you two could show to the world as to not cause a scandal and that was fine. It was more than fine cause it let you live in this bubble that was just for you and Hongjoong. Sure, the fact that you weren't able to do things other couples were able to do sometimes caused frustrations but your boyfriend always found ways to make up for it.

The only people who knew, were the ones who HAD to know like the other members, the closest co-workers you worked with, the CEO and Hongjoong's parents. That man couldn't hide anything from his mother Especially not the person who made him happier then he had ever been!

Telling the boys was easier than you had thought it would be. A worry of yours had been that the members would be against your relationship because of the problems it could bring for the group if it was ever made public. But the way Wooyoung had jumped out of his seat, screamed "TIME TO PAY UP HYUNGS!" and made his round to collect money from the disappointed members quickly proved you wrong!

Apparently they had bet on how long it would take the two of you to get your heads out of your asses and just kiss already.

Some of them were called into Hongjoong’s room that day...! What had happened in there was a mystery even to you!

When Hongjoong had played the final draft for Limitless on one of your studio dates, he had not said much on what the concept was going to be but when you saw the possible outfits in the stylist/Make-Up meeting you swallowed hard! And seeing him dressed in an all black suit with red sash an detailed embroidery, paired with his swept back hair and Make-up on the set of the MV, it made you feel some type of way!

Having him stand in front of you to touch up his foundation was hard! Looking at you with those knowing eyes, he stood completely still as to not disturb your Work process but he couldn't hide the teasing smirk fighting it's way onto his lips.

"Stop it!" you whined while dabbing at his face.

Your boyfriend wasn't able to stop himself from huffing out a quiet laugh. He found the way he effected you way too funny.

"What do you mean my love? I'm not even doing anything!"

Blinking at you he made a face full of fake innocence.

"Not doing anything my ass! You know what you are doing, looking all handsome in your shit and all! And I’m not even allowed to touch what's mine..." you grumbled under your breath.

His hands, that were previously clasped together behind Hongjoong’s back, came forward and found their place on your waist. You could feel the heat of his skin through the fabric of your blouse as he gently pulled you towards him, running his thumbs up and down your side. It caused a shudder to ran down your spine.

"Yours huh?"

Looking up from what you were doing, you caught his warm gaze, hands faltering a little when you felt his hands wandering down, hovering just over your butt but not quite touching.

You let out a shaky sigh, hoping that Hongjoong didn't catch onto it.

It was hard enough to resist him on a normal day, let alone when he looked this delectable and his touch made it even harder! This was, after all, still your workplace and having the boys or staff witnessing this interaction was not something you wanted.

His brown orbs however, were not letting you hide away from him while his right hand slowly traveled further down to your butt.

"Joongie, stop. It! Not here please!" you hissed, the touch causing you to panic ever so slightly.

'What's wrong love? Something the matter?"

Tense you punched his shoulder at his teasing.

"YAH, Hongjoong-ah stop eye-fucking her already! She already looks like a mess. No need for her to drop to her knees in the middle of filming!"

Seonghwa said as he passed you, careful to not let anyone else hear what he had said.

Blood was rushing to your ears and neck and you hoped that he didn't notice the exact state you were in.

The leader was startled too but ultimately didn't let go of you.

"Don't worry jagiya, he doesn't know just how messy you can really get! And as soon as we get home I am all yours..." Hongjoong leaned closer and whispered right into your ear. Goose bumps spread all over your skin like a wildfire when you felt his breath caress your heated skin.

The man let go of your waist and ass and sauntered back to where the director was standing with his members.

A frustrated sigh escaped from your lips and you walked back to your little work space.

Sometimes you really hated how much your boyfriends teasing affected you! Filming wasn't even close to being over and during the entire rest of the day Hongjoong send suggestive looks your way.

You couldn't wait to get home already!

Finally, after hours of sexual tension and desire you were back at your apartment! Even your coworkers had wished you a fun filled night before sending you home with a wink.

As soon as the door closed behind you, you found yourself pressed up right against the wood with a thud. Lips pressed to the column of your neck, Hongjoong was kissing every inch of skin he could reach, nipping and biting leaving marks you would have to cover up the next day.

A soft whimper left you and you could feel yourself getting wet as you pressed your legs together to get some kind of release. You desperately held onto him

Standing chest to chest, Hongjoong could feel you tremble against him. The hand that was previously holding himself up on the door, found it's way under your shirt cupping your breast through your bra. His jeans clad leg pushed between your legs and against your pussy through your own pants. It was by far not enough but it was enough to let you moan at the pressure. You felt his other hand at the back of your neck, playing with the hair he could reach.

"Hongjoong..." you rasped out at the feeling of his hard cock against your thigh.

The man stopped littering your skin with marks only for a second to press his lips against your own, month slightly apart as a whine fought its way out of you.

"Did you really get that turned on watching me work my love?"

Of course he had noticed the way you shifted around in your passenger seat, not being able to sit still while he drove.

You shivered at the husky tone his voice had taken on.

He found your nipple with his fingers rolling it just the way he knew you liked before biting down on your lower lip. Desperate to feel him once more against your mouth you followed his lips as he pulled away frustrated when you couldn't reach him.

"Joongie... don't tease me..." you whined, panting.

The way Hongjoong let his eyes trail over your face left you breathless. He was so incredibly beautiful! Funnily enough Hongjoong thought the same thing about you!

Removing his right hand from under your shirt, he lifted his fingers to your face, thumb tracing over the lip he had just bitten and was now currently stuck between your own teeth! Releasing the abused flesh you instead searched for his finger to wrap your lips around, sucking and licking on the digit.

Hongjoong groaned at the feeling.

"Is my baby that desperate for me? That she has to suck on my fingers?"

You nodded, brain going fuzzy at the way he spoke to you like you were just a dumb little toy for him to play with.

"Joongie please kiss me..." you whined wanting to feel him even closer. He easily complied, not able to deny you this simple request when you had to hold yourself back the entire day.

It wasn't that you were ever told to not show any affection but both of you knew that if you kissed even once, you wouldn't be able to stop that easily!

Various moments of the members walking in on you doing the nasty proved that.

Your months slotted together like two puzzle pieces and Hongjoong couldn't help but moan when he felt your tongue begging to be let inside!

Willingly parting them you were both fighting for dominance in a heated battle you quickly gave up when Hongjoong tucked at your hair harshly. A high pitched moan escaped again and you clenched around nothing.

It only egged you on further. Gathering all your strength you pushed against his chest. The rapper looked confused for a moment but realized what you were up to when you took his hand and led him to your bedroom.

He pushed you onto the bed before he slipped out of his shirt and crawled on top of you. The man almost ripped the blouse you were wearing in his try to get you out of it, revealing the black lace of your bra. His mouth found it's way back to yours while his fingers traced over your stomach ever so gently.

You shivered in anticipation.

"You are so fucking sexy my love! It's driving me insane. You are driving me insane!"

Hongjoong helped you out of your jeans with hurried movements before stepping out of his own pair. Leaving the two of you in only your underwear! You sat up to roll down the briefs he was wearing finally freeing him from his prison of fabric. His cock sprang free and your mouth started watering.

Licking your lips, you took his hand and made him lay down on the bed, crawling between his legs and getting comfortable there.

"Love you don't have to..." he started but got silenced by you licking at his tip like a kitten searching for it's milk. You let your tongue trail over the tip a few more times, licking up the underside of his shaft you looked up at Hongjoong who almost came right on the spot.

Having you on his knees in front of him between his legs was a sight to behold.

Hongjoong let out a loud grunt at the heavenly feeling of you taking him in your mouth as much as you could and his hands held onto the white sheets of your bed. Hallowing your cheeks you began bopping your head in a slow rhythm, gradually picking up the speed as you went. Sucking on him like you were starving you wrapped your hand around the base of his dick, applying just enough pressure for your boyfriend to let out a series of swear words at the additional feeling and he couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips up into the warm heat of your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag little because of the sudden movement.

Tears were gathering in your eyes making them shiny as you refused to let the tears fall.

"I'm sorry Iove..."

You let go of his cock with a loud smack of your lips, fluttering your eyes at him.

"Please fuck my throat daddy?"

Starring at you with his mouth wide open he couldn't believe the words coming from you. This was definitely not the first time you had called him that but usually he had to coax it out of you and the dirty words paired with the wide teary gaze you gave him he felt like a teenager all over again!

"Fuck baby you- yesss..."

With the plead leaving his month, you dived back in, sucking on him as if you were eating a lollipop, only that his right hand found its way to the back of your head, helping you find a new rhythm.

Keeping you where he needed you most!

Feeling himself getting closer and closer to his climax the longer he fucked your throat, Hongjoong pulled you off of him, causing you to whine in protest as he took away your treat.

He loved your mouth, but he loved your pussy way more.

Hongjoong man handled you around until you were sitting in between his legs, made quick work with your bra and panties and smirked at you like a cat who caught it's pray. In a sense he did.

"Yah!" you swore when the sound of ripping fabric reached your ears.

"I'll buy you knew one's!" he shushed you, pulling you down on his thigh.

"You are dripping all over my thigh when I haven't even touched you yet! Are you really that desperate for my cock? Do you really want it that that much?"

With his hands guiding you, you had no other choices but to grind your pussy against the muscle of his leg. Your clit dragging on his skin, stimulating you ever further making you fall against his chest.

"Come on baby answer me. Do you want my cock to fill you up? Want me to fuck you so good the only thing you remember is who's fucking you so good? Do you want that?"

Nodding your head up and down you hid your face in his chest.

There was a moment of silence where all that could be heard in the room was your own panting as Hongjoong admired the view that he had. A smirk crept onto his lips and his left hand came up to caress the back of your head.

"Beg for it!"

Your face reappear das you threw him a dazed look.

"You heard me my pretty love. If you want it, beg!"

You whimpered, desperate find some kind of relieve. But Hongjoong had other plans. If you didn't want to beg, you would have to do it yourself so he let go of your waist entirely and the rhythm he had guided you in faltered.

"No Hongjoong I- " you gasped out.

He looked entirely to pleased with the situation but unfortunately for you he was right, you did want him to fuck you like that so the only thing you could do was comply with order.

"Please ..."

"Please what jagiya? I don't know what you mean?"

Something that sounded suspiciously like, "Asshole!" was muttered, followed by a need," Please daddy, can I have your cock? Want you to fuck me..."

Hearing you beg almost made him purr in delight. The tears still clinging onto your lower lash line made them shine brightly.

You were still desperately rutting your clit against his leg and you moaned loudly when he flexed the muscle with purpose underneath you. Whimpers left your mouth and the rapper could see that you weren't going to be able to get off yourself, at least not like this!

When you realized that he didn't have any intention of helping you tried once more Putting on you most innocent look leaned close to his ear an whispered, "Please ... want you to fill me so good daddy, want you to pump me full of your babies..."

Hongjoong's breath hitched at hearing your words and his cocky attitude faltered for just a moment.

"Pump you full of my babies? Huh? That would be a sight... My baby carrying my babies..."

"Hmm yes please?" you purred, clenching around nothing.

"Of course my love, asking so politely for what you want! For what’s already yours! How could I ever say no to that?"

Giddy you got fully into his lap only for Hongjoong to line himself up at your entrance and let the tip catch onto the opening.

Slowly you let yourself sink down on him and you both let out sounds of pleasure and satisfaction.

As soon as he bottomed out and was fully sheeted inside of you, he flipped the two of you around so you were now underneath him as Hongjoong almost pulled out entirely only to fuck up into your warm heat again hard. His thrusts were slow but powerful and it made you see stars as he hit your sensitive spot over and over again.

Your mouth fell open to let out a silent scream but the only thing escaping Where short busts of air as you gasped, hands gripping onto his shoulder tightly. You were pretty sure you were leaving marks all over his back.

The clapping sounds of skin hitting skin filled the room and you hooked your legs together around his middle, trying to keep him even closer.

Your boyfriend pressed his mouth to your initiating a heated make out session that had you tightening around his dick, making him groan.

He sped up his thrust into brutal pace that had you moan loudly and you send a silent apology to your neighbors.

"You were just made for me, taking me so well my pretty love!"

Hongjoong could feel himself getting closer and judging by how your warm heat fluttered around him, you weren’t far behind.

He reached down between your join body’s, thumb finding your clit easily rubbing steady figure 8 onto the bud of nerves to help bring you closer to the edge. It worked wonders and you soon came around Hongjoong sending him over the edge as well.

In moment like these you were glad you were on the pill!

To lazy to pull outright away, the male laid his head down on your chest, listening to your heart slowly calming down again, still trying to catch his breath.

"I love MV shootings!" you sighed still blissed out by what just happened.

Hongjoong lifted his head to look you in the eyes, smiling lovingly up at you.

"I love you!"

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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OT7: Tongue Tied (Intro)

In which you're not supposed to be the solution for all of the problems- but maybe you're just that; the missing piece.

Tags/Warnings: SFW, Hybrid!BTS x Hybrid!Reader, Wolf!BTS, Dog!Reader, strangers to ???, fluff, some angst, insecurities & very openly emotional reader

Length: long

A/N: the next chapters will, one by one, focus more on each member getting closer to the mc.

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"She will stay in a separate space we've been renovating for her at the company building." The manager says, well aware that the seven boys are very much not on board with the whole plan. "So you'll basically just have to interact with her for the camera and on certain schedules. Listen, I know you don't like the idea but it's the best way of making you guys seem.. less.. dangerous, after all that happened." He carefully phrases.

Jungkook scoffs. Namjoon clenches his jaw at that reaction, ready to scold. Taehyung sighs, tired of the constant fighting.

It was something the company had been fearing for quite some time now. And now, it's come to a point where even the public has noticed the growing tensions within the hybrid band- everyone on edge, easily irritated by each other. Originally, everyone had always thought it would be fine if they 'grew up' alongside each other, especially with Jungkook having been so young when he joined the company and group. But it didn't really matter down the line, it seems like, because by now, the air is constantly thick with frustration.

For the fans all over the world, the group full of hybrids, a somewhat traditional 'packing wolves, has been nothing but perfect and a shining representation of how far hybrids can come nowadays in terms of reaching success and wealth. But behind closed doors, it's headaches, fights, arguments and stress for everyone involved.

From trying to somehow keep track of their heats to re-scheduling things over and over again because the person interviewing or hosting at the event might be an unmated hybrid that could set off any of the guys at just a glance. They're all of a category two, technically independent and mostly human- but sometimes, staff would like to argue against that. Jungkook and Jimin can be harder to control than a horde of toddlers sometimes, while Yoongi and Namjoon are sometimes just plain scary. Taehyung literally does what he wants together with Seokjin, and Hoseok usually keeps to himself. Its all a mess, really.

Especially now that the cracks had begun to show to the public as well.

"Why a category five though?" Jin argues from the side. "You've been complaining about us for years now. And we're the most 'normal' one might say." He air quotes as he speaks.

"If they see you being kind to a category five like her-" the manager explains himself, "-they highly likely will calm down."

"Or start letting their frustrations out on her." Namjoon disagrees. "If they smell just a hint of any of us liking her in any way they'll go rabid."

"So what? It's not like she'll properly understand the situation, or talk about it to anybody." The manager shakes his head. "She will live at the company building, like I said. That's top security around her twenty-four-seven, and she will also have regular caretakers- staff will look after her for you, you don't have to interact with her at all apart from scheduled activities. It'll be fine." He tries, and everyone sighs.

Well- it's not like they've got the last word either way.

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Jungkook is a sensitive person.

Not as in weak, but as in, his senses are very much sharp enough to notice even the slightest changes in something. And so when the first furniture is delivered, first boxes with what he assumes to be the new hybrid's personal items, there's something in the air he can't quite put a finger on.

"Oh, Jungkook-ssi!" One of the staff almost runs into him, as he stands alone in the dark and rather small space you'll be living in soon. "I almost locked you in. Is there something you need?" She asks, and he shakes his head.

Something about the faint scent of yours clinging to some of the items placed, like the blankets and pillows and stuffed animals, makes him wonder what will happen from now on. You're being used for higher gain- and in a way, he wonders if you'll know that, or if you're not able to understand the complexity of the situation like his managers had claimed. A category five doesn't mean you're mentally challenged, after all. You're just a bit more hybrid than he, or the rest of the guys are.

And somehow, it all just suddenly feels so fucked up to him.

"No, sorry, I just wanted to.. look around I guess." He offers the staff member who nods kindly, before he leaves to go home.

Somehow feeling a little heavy inside.

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"Am I the only one who thinks this is fucked up?" Yoongi sighs as they all laze around in the living room area of the dorm they share. "We don't even know where the fuck they get that hybrid from."

"With the way they're talking about her it feels as if she must be from a carecenter or something alike." Seokjin offers from the side. "After all, they did mention that she needs help in looking after herself." He notes, and Taehyung chimes in at that.

"I mean I get the idea but.. it's still odd to 'use' her for that. And what if she doesn't even like us?" He shakes his head. "Category five's are pretty obvious in what they're thinking. It's not like they can just tell her to act the part."

Everyone falls silent at that. The wolf hybrid has a point here- if she doesn't play the part well, what will happen then?

"Well- not that I care." Hoseok announces, getting up. "And neither should you guys. We're getting paid to entertain people, nothing more." He simply mumbles to himself, leaving to go to bed. And he's probably right too- the less the guys think about what the situation means to you, the better. And done the line, the space given to you at the company building is definitely better than any shelter or carecenter you're probably currently residing at.

Jungkook however isn't convinced. He's still remembering that odd feeling he had earlier standing in between all those things that smelled like you.

And he's got a feeling that this whole 'plan' will probably not go the way they all planned it to.

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Despite everyone's varying levels of interest in you at first, it's pretty clear that today, the date you'll be officially moving in, the entire pack is equally as eager to get a glimpse of you.

"Remind me why you're all in my studio?" Namjoon sighs, watching everyone camp out in his small space, both Jimin and Taehyung peeking out the door.

"They're here! There right there, they just brought them in-!" Jimin whispers sharply, and suddenly even Namjoon gets up to maybe catch a glance.

"She must be young." Taehyung mumbles, watching how an elderly woman in a 'Seoul Hybrid Care Project'-jacket holds your hand as you walk next to her. Your tail is a little curled and clearly one of a canine hybrid- your ears somewhat folded downwards.

"Maybe she's just short." Namjoon argues quietly, Jungkook pushing a bit to get a glimpse too. "I mean- if she was too young to attend late shows and schedule that would be pretty dumb wouldn't it?" He wonders, and the others hum in agreement, watching as your tail lowers, your mood visibly changing as soon as it's evident you'll be staying.

They all start to feel a little bad once they have to watch you cling to the caretaker- probably your only familiar person, who attempts to make you understand that you'll stay here now. It's the first taste of what you as a category five are like- there's no covering up your emotions whatsoever, you visibly and clearly make it known that you're not happy about this situation.

The only thing that soothes the pack a little it the sight of the staff gently wiping your tear stained cheeks before leading you into your new living space, door closing behind you. Though it's odd- because somehow, the entire pack feels closer than they've been in a few years by now, everyone equally both interested and mildly worried for you.

"Okay I can't be the only one who feels this though." Taehyung suddenly perks up, the ball of squeezed together wolf hybrids breaking up as they all get back into the studio, door closing. "Right?"

"She's a category five Taehyung!" Namjoon scolds.

At that, everyone falls silent for a moment.

Because while they can't deny what Taehyung mentioned was true-

Namjoon also had a point.

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You are, in fact, not actually that young, merely months behind Jungkook.

And Seokjin's very sharp sense of observation tells him that you're not at all unaware of your surroundings whatsoever. It seems like you want to talk often but then remember something that makes you shut up before you can even open your mouth. You're however otherwise clearly aware of what's going on, interested and curious about things you don't know. It must be frustrating to not be able to voice out your thoughts, he thinks to himself, already wondering if there could be a different way of communicating with you.

Turns out you are indeed a domestic dog hybrid, chosen for your rather reserved but friendly nature. You've been born to a mother than wanted to stay anonymous, having given you up as a newborn pup at a shelter, presumably because you're the result of infidelity.

Taehyung is, to no one's surprise, the first one to try and interact with you in the practice room. You seem a bit hesitant at first but it's very clear that you're easily warming up to him, your tail wagging every time Jimin says something that makes Taehyung laugh. The two wolves are sitting close to you, and you seem alright with that, albeit a little shy.

Which is to be expected, considering its been barely a week since you moved into the company building, and you've also never really met them.

"What're you looking for, hm?" Taehyung wonders as he watches you search around for something. You look at him at that, unsure, like you're fighting internally with yourself.

"Maybe she's too shy to say it out loud?" Jungkook wonders, sitting down close to you as well now. "You wanna whisper it maybe?" He tries, leaning in and pointing to his hybrid ear-

And to everyone's surprise you do actually sit up on your knees, cupping your hands over his ears before you whisper something.

And of course, everyone is eager to know what it was, since it makes the youngest look so caught off guard, cheeks red as he gets up to fetch a bottle of water from a table nearby.

They distract themselves for the time being by starting to actually practice, occasionally watching your reaction to their choreography. Being watched by you is actually not that weird at all- if anything, it makes them all work a bit harder as if to impress you, underline their deaths as the perfect idols they are.

Though, at the end of the day, they're also just a pack of young wolves, and it's clear.

Jungkook let's himself fall onto his back close to you, huffing in exhaustion making everyone laugh. The air feels oddly light today, as if the stress isn't actually that bad this time around. And it's especially evident in the way everyone laughs when you reach out to pet Jungkooks head as if to tell him that he worked hard, making the idol shy again.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

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It's your first public appearance.

Described to the public as a 'charity case', you've been somewhat officially shown in behind the scenes footage every now and then, many fans having already found some info on you from the internet. The reactions are mixed, but mostly positive- many claiming that the band and company are showing how kind the world can be by taking you in. It's probably because the company itself had made it clear that you do not actually live with the boys, but in a separate place with personal caretakers, eliminating the possibility of causing a dating rumor for now, though that might happen naturally at some point.

However, all is better than having to defend the guys fighting amongst each other like dogs over food.

The level of comfort around you varies amongst the members, which is to be expected- but it's already clear that you're very good at wrapping people around your little finger. Seokjin is holding your hand as they all walk through the airport together, and you never let go of it once, staying close to the oldest. He's become somewhat of a guardian figure for you- his calm and carefree attitude drawing you in.

He helps you buckle your seatbelt on the plane, and helps you out of your jacket like it's second nature, though he does roll his eyes at Hoseok commenting how he looks like a father. "Well at least I'm helping her, you all just ignore her or play around!" He scolds, tension rising when Taehyung starts to argue from the corner.

"Hey, no one asked you to play the part!" He barks. "We got staff for that.." he scoffs to himself, while Namjoon shakes his head.

"Guys please.." he begs quietly, though the barking doesn't die down.

"So we're just supposed to act like we care but toss her aside? How cruel is that?" Jin argues back, making Jungkook whine from close by.

"Hyung, don't shout like that-" He worries, and Seokjin is ready to really shout now, when Yoongi gets up and walks over to unbuckle your seatbelt. Only now does everyone take a moment to notice you quietly crying to yourself.

"Come on, I'll get you some tissues.." the wolf mumbles quietly to you, effectively removing you from the crossfire to have you sit next to himself instead.

It's quiet at that, except for the soft sound of you blowing your nose and whimpering a bit as Yoongi offers his silent support to you. Jin sighs as he sits back down, sound signaling the start of the flight.

It stays quiet like this until the seatbelts are allowed to be removed, an apologetic looking Jungkook walking up next to where Yoongi sits next to you. You're asleep already, having taken the rapper up on the silent offer to sleep on his lap, a pillow on his thighs offering comfort for your head. "M' sorry." The youngest mumbles quietly, running a hand over your head.

"We've got to stop, at least around her." Namjoon says, calmly. "Our pack issues are one thing, but unloading all that on her is just unfair."

"I didn't mean to shout like that.." seokjin sighs from his seat.

"And I didn't mean to get so angry either.." Taehyung apologizes.

"What's even wrong with us in the first place?" Hoseok asks, shaking his head to himself. "Its like we're just fighting these days, nothing else."

"Cause we do." Jungkook says, still petting your head. It's clear that the youngest is pretty attached to you already. "We're just complaining and arguing.." he mumbles softly, watching you sleep.

"Why.?" Jin asks himself mostly.

"Doesn't matter." Yoongi quietly offers. "But we gotta figure this shit out without getting her caught in the middle like that." He reminds everyone. "She can't talk and tell us to stop-"

"She can, though." Jungkook perks up, ears standing tall.

"What?" Namjoon is interested now. Category five hybrids typically don't talk.

"The water bottle on Tuesday. She told me what she wanted when I asked her to, you know, tell me quietly." Jungkook explains. "I think she's just- embarrassed, maybe?"

"Of what?" Hoseok wonders. "Talking in that category is impressive."

"Yeah but she- I guess she's got some trouble pronouncing words. She didn't say 'water' for example, but something like 'wadu'." He tells his packmates.

"Thats cute though." Taehyung laughs from his seat, the others chuckling as well. "Maybe at the center she got made fun of." He tries to justify.

"Could be." Namjoon nods. "But with some practice she could surely work on that issue. It would help tremendously if she at least communicates in single words." He says, and everyone agrees.

"You know.." yoongi smiles to himself, looking down on you still sleeping. "...I think she's doing something entirely different than just polishing our image already."

"Huh?" Hoseok asks.

"Dont you notice?" The rapper asks the pack. "Everytime it's about her, we agree. No fighting. We suddenly problem-solve and actually talk." He explains.

"...I-" Namjoon stares at you at that revelation, realizing it as well. "You're right."

Maybe you're not just a publicity stunt after all-

But an actual solution for the root of the problem.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #ot7 hybrid fanfic #ot7 hybrid imagine #ot7 fic #ot7 x reader #ot7 imagine #hybrid imagine

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It's Just a Bunch of Hocus Pocus!

Summary: It's Halloweekend, and you've got a couple of parties to attend! Morpheus, who missed out on the development of Halloween into the holiday it is today, is very curious about what your plans are.

Word count: 1.8k

And now, a note from the author: Ahhh Claire actually managed to write something! I loved coming up with and writing this; I was giggling the entire time. As always, if you enjoyed, likes, comments, and reblogs (but especially the last two!) make my world go round. If you didn't like it, also let me know! I'm always down to hear constructive feedback/criticism—it's how we become better writers.

Though reader is wearing a skirt, the gender of reader is not specified! If you're non-binary or a guy and you wouldn't mind dressing up in a skirt for a group costume, I hope you enjoy this fic too!

It’s not often that Dream of the Endless visits you in your realm, instead of vice versa. While he had met you in the Waking, he had never been entirely comfortable there. That feeling, that wrongness, only increased tenfold after his imprisonment at the hands of Roderick Burgess. No, Morpheus is not overly fond of the Waking.

Tonight, however, he’s here, and you have a pretty good inkling as to why.

Though Morpheus would never admit it, hearing you talk helps to calm him down when he’s feeling stressed (another thing he would never admit to: stress). After a frustrating day of holding court—one of his least favorite things to do, but one that was integral to the functioning of his realm—you decided that telling him about your plans for the week would be a bland enough topic where he would not have to actually listen to your words, but simply your voice. Your plan seemed to be working; you could feel his body relaxing in your arms, and you had never been more relieved to hear the absentminded hums of someone who was only half-listening to a conversation.

At some point, you mentioned that you were excited about the Halloween parties that you would be attending. That got his attention, drawing him out of the reverie that your voice and your fingers carding through his hair had lulled him into. He shifted in your hold, his black pools of stars looking up at you curiously.

“All Hallows’ Eve is not for another week though, yes?” he asked.

“Yeah, but it’s during the week this year, which means everybody celebrates the weekend before.”

“Why not celebrate on the day itself? Traditionally, Samhain is a very important holiday.”

Now the miscommunication made sense in your mind. It was only natural that he still thought of the holiday as what it was before 1916. “Oh! Halloween has evolved a lot, especially in the past hundred years. It doesn’t really resemble the Samhain of old.”

He still looks a little confused but nods. “How interesting. So you will also be participating in these…festivities early?”

“Festivities” was a good way to put it, and you decided to just leave it at that. How the hell else were you supposed to explain to your eons-old, all-powerful boyfriend that the Halloween of today is about wearing a fun/sexy costume, doing spooky activities like haunted houses or watching scary movies, and partying?

“Yep!” you said. “I have plans with friends; we’re going to wear our costumes and go celebrate with others.”

“What will your costume be?”

“I’m not quite sure yet. I have a couple of different ones, so I’ll probably decide the day of.”

That interest in modern Halloween, specifically how you celebrate Halloween, is why you’re not really all that surprised when you hear him call your name from the other side of the bathroom door while you’re taking a shower.

“In here, my love!” You just barely have to raise your voice, knowing that he’ll still hear you above the sound of water raining down. The bathroom door opens, and you stick your head out of the shower curtain. You very happily accept the kiss that he offers you. “Hi.”

“Hello.” His voice, deep and as smooth as dark chocolate, rumbles through your ears in a way that you’ll never tire of. It’s impossible to resist giving him one more kiss (can you be blamed?), so you give in to the temptation.

“Give me five minutes and then I’ll be done, okay?”

Though it’s very reluctant, he does part from you. It takes you a little less than that to finish with your shower, and you open the door again so that you can at least be in the same space as Morpheus while you hurriedly put some makeup on (thankfully your costume doesn’t require anything drastic beyond what you normally wear). He’s sitting patiently on your bed, eyes already trained on you as you move through your getting-ready routine.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. “You almost never visit me in the Waking.”

You’re teasing him, since, as previously mentioned, you know exactly why he’s here. Naturally, Morpheus doesn’t catch on. “I wished to see you off before your Hallowe’en celebration.”

“That’s sweet of you!” To the bedroom you go, where your costume sits waiting atop your dresser. “I’m just about ready to go, I only need to finish putting my costume on.”

Morpheus’s face grows flushed at the easy compliment you give him (you don’t think he’s ever been called ‘sweet’) and you laugh quietly before disappearing back through the bathroom with costume in tow.

A couple of months ago, two of your friends decided that being the Powerpuff Girls was the move for this Halloween and roped you into the idea. One of your friends, a natural blonde, claimed Bubbles before the idea could even fully be discussed. Your other friend was very excited to be a bearded Blossom and wear a giant bow on his head. This left Buttercup for you to dress up as, not that you were complaining.

Now, you’re sliding into a green crop top and a matching green skirt, this piece being made out of a shiny material. All three of your skirts are the same fabric (and definitely shorter than what’s considered decent), with the shirts being dealer’s choice. You finish your outfit off with black tights and a black headband—Bubbles is also wearing black tights, while Blossom will be sporting black knee-highs. All in all, it’s a pretty simple costume, but sometimes, that’s what the best costumes are.

You emerge from the bathroom once more and do a little twirl for Morpheus, whose eyes immediately light up. “This is very much a pop culture reference, so I’m not expecting you to understand the costume. Still, I think it turned out pretty good!”

Morpheus is not a man—the anthropomorphic personification of the collective unconscious, the Lord of Dreams and Ruler of the Nightmare Realm, simply chooses this as his favored form. Still, he is a man-shaped being, and like all man-shaped beings, he goes a little wild for the object of his affection in a short skirt.

“You will be wearing this in public?” he asks, standing up and approaching you.

Morpheus has lived for as long as beings have been able to dream. He quite literally lived through the Beginning when Adam and Eve didn’t know what clothes were, as well as a number of empires for whom clothing was merely a suggestion. The affront he’s showing at the clothes you’re wearing must be some sort of code for “this is my partner wearing something I consider sexy and I’m feeling possessive about other people seeing them.” That he looks at you as though you’re wearing the barest scraps of clothing and not dressing up as a cartoon superhero has you feeling mighty powerful.

You’d be lying if you said that didn’t turn you on a little bit.

“This is tame compared to what a lot of other people wear,” you inform him.

Morpheus does not look as though he’s listening. No, he’s focused on your body rather than your words. One hand rests on your waist to pull you closer to him, and the other hand comes to rest on your upper thigh where the skirt ends. He rubs the skirt between his thumb and index finger as though he’s testing the fabric.

“Am I correct in assuming that costumes are no longer worn to disguise the wearer from errant spirits?”

“Yes, you’re correct.” Right now though, explaining the traditions of Halloween is not important to you. You need some validation, and stat. “But do you like it?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Thank you,” you say smugly, smacking his hand as he tries to slip it higher under your skirt. “Not tonight. I have to meet up with the gang soon!”

“Might I make a suggestion?”

You nod. No matter how outlandish the suggestion, you’d listen to him make it, and you’d probably take it into strong consideration.

Morpheus places a delicate kiss on your jaw before he trails his lips to your ear. “Forget about your friends and stay with me for the evening,” he whispers seductively.

Oh, but that is tempting. You can already imagine the way in which Morpheus would remove your costume, the feeling of his hands on your body as he makes you forget about anything outside of you and him and the pleasure you bring each other. From the darkened look he gives you, he’s already picked up on these daydreams, and he’s in total agreement of that order of events.

Unfortunately, your brain, that traitorous organ, reminds you of why you shouldn’t be absconding to the Dreaming with your lover.

You sigh in frustration at the logic and lean your forehead against his. “I would, but I’ve had these plans for a couple of weeks now, and I really am looking forward to them.”

Though it very obviously pains Morpheus to say it, he does agree. “Yes, I suppose it would be…rude to abandon them.”

“I should probably go,” you say begrudgingly, pulling away from him and focusing intently on gathering what you’ll need so that you don’t give in to your desire.

Morpheus watches as you whirl around the room, muttering the name of each item as you grab them. Your phone is annoyingly elusive, and you think you’ll just have to go without it until it’s dangled in front of you by your Dreamlord. Gratefully, you take it from him.

“Thank you,” you say sheepishly. That’s the last of your belongings, but you feel like you can stall just a bit longer. He’s heard about your plans, but you haven’t heard of his. “What will you do while I’m gone?”

“Wait for you to return to my embrace once more,” he teases.

“Please try to do something instead of moping the whole time.”

“I do not mope!”

You give him a look, one that says you see right through this charade. “Yes. You do. I’m sure there’s a new book you’ll want to read. Maybe ask Lucienne what she’s been working on, or start creating a new nightmare?”

“Are you not going to be late?” Morpheus deflects. It makes you laugh, but he is right, so you do a once-over of your room to make sure you’re not missing anything and kiss him briefly.

“Bye. I love you.”

“I love you as well, my starlight. You remember how to call for me should you run into trouble?” Of course you do: write down his name and speak it. It’s cute of him to act like he won’t try to have Matthew follow you, though.

You can’t help but smile at the sweet gesture. “Yes, I remember. I’ll be fine, okay?”

He nods, satisfied. “I shall see you later, then.”

You’re able to sneak in one more kiss before he’s off and you’re heading to your front door, already counting down the hours until your night of partying is over. Who knew dressing up like a Powerpuff Girl could get someone so hot and heavy?

If Morpheus thinks that’s attractive, just wait until he sees the angel costume you’re wearing tomorrow.

#morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus imagine #dream of the endless imagine #the sandman

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Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 4)

Welcome back of Part 4 of my Shadow (and Sonic) character analysis! This time, we are covering all episodes up to Episode 16: Ghost of a Chance. While Shadow doesn't appear too often, he is certainly not sidelined, as you'll see soon.

Let's dive in!

''That's the first time one of them has made any sense.'' ''Nine's on our side, Shadow, and if you're not gonna help, you can-'' ''Oh, I can help.'' *knocks Sonic into No Place*

So, speaking of which, Shadow does have a scene in Episode 10: Battle in the Boscage, where he's just being a deadpan snarker, having witnessed Sonic's failure to get the Shard and knocking him right into No Place. I told you that he helps Sonic by keeping him focused on the mission. X3

In Episode 12: No Way Out, while Sonic is busy helping out Dread and his crew in No Place (or rather, being chased by them after he got the Shard), Shadow tries to stall the rest of the Chaos Council by damaging their ship with the crystals that float around in The Void.

''This totally seemed like it was going to be easy. Get the Shard and run fast, which I'm awesome at-'' ''Who are you talking to?! I can see you have the Shard! Run faster and get out of there!'' ''Turns out, it's hard to get up to full speed on water, even with these kicks. Not to mention, having pirates blasting at you.'' ''Then go where they can't blast you.'' ''I need solid ground. I know just where to get it. By the time that ship gets here, I'll be a blip on the horizon.'' ''What was that about a blip?''

So, while Sonic is pursued by Dread and his pirate crew because he's carrying the Shard and Dread spun a lie about Sonic betraying them, he managed to kick up enough Prism Energy to talk to Shadow, who immediately reminds him to get out of No Place. I absolutely love how Sonic is so done with Shadow nagging him like this, especially considering how Shadow probably doesn't know what happened in No Place besides the fact that Sonic got the Shard. Shadow continues to be a deadpan snarker throughout their conversation and it is pure hilarity. You can bet that he was itching to go to No Place himself and help Sonic out.

But considering how he can't, he decides to deal with the Chaos Council robots that are repairing the ship, freaking out Dr. Don't in the process. Unfortunately for him, Mr. Dr. Eggman activates the ship and flies it towards No Place, leaving a frustrated Shadow.

You've done as much as you could, buddy. Honestly, I don't think that even hitching a ride on the ship would've brought you into No Place. Fortunately, in Episode 15: Cracking Down, Sonic managed to eventually get all of the Shards and with Nine in the tow, after making a stop at No Place and Boscage Maze, finally enters The Void.

''It's about time.'' ''Nine, meet Shadow. Shadow, meet Nine.'' ''You're not another version of Sonic, but you could be twins.'' ''Hardly. I am The Ultimate Lifeform.'' ''Don't listen to him. Com'n!''

I do love this small talk, with Nine pointing out how Shadow and Sonic look similar (don't worry Nine, you're not the first to make this mistake), and Shadow retorting how he's the Ultimate Lifeform. You know, he could've just said how he and Sonic are nothing alike or explained Nine the deal, but he decides to go for a boast that is also a factual statement.

*growls* ''Sycophantic wish fulfillment.''

After arriving at Ghost Hill, Sonic goes back to the Ghost Variants of his friends, looking at them longingly, with Shadow calling it a sycophantic wish fulfillment, with Sonic actually looking back at him and smiling. Yeah, he understands that this wasn't much of an insult on Shadow's part, but just more of him pointing out the reality of the situation. Sonic is definitely more optimistic here, knowing that soon, everything will be over, while Shadow, in his own way, shows that he shares his feelings on the matter.

So far, Shadow has gotten along with Sonic quite well after their fight, but when Nine comments on him and Tails being nothing alike, we get this look.

Once again, he is not trusting Nine, no matter what Sonic says, which becomes the new core of their arguments. However, before they could continue, they're hit with another reality quake, with Shadow leading Sonic and Nine towards the Paradox Prism cave. Even if he doesn't want to trust Nine, he has to rely on him to fix the Paradox Prism. He even agrees to Nine's condition on being left alone to fix the Paradox Prism by taking Sonic outside.

''How do you know that you can trust him?'' ''Trust is an issue for you Shadow. That's why you don't have any friends.'' ''I don't think your friend wants the same we do.''

So, first of all, GODDAMN SONIC, YOU WENT STRAIGHT FOR THE JUGULAR WITH THAT FRIEND COMMENT! Like, Shadow really needs some aloe vera for that burn. Seriously, that hits right in the heart, sheesh!

Honestly, knowing what I know about SEGA handling Shadow's character, as in him, Rouge and Omega not being friends, this really hurts. Nevertheless, Sonic isn't wrong.

I had talked in the previous Part of my analysis how Sonic and Shadow complement each other, but I mainly pointed out how Shadow helps Sonic to focus. But, what about Sonic? Well, one consistent issue Shadow has is his distrust of other people, which given his backstory, is valid. However, with Sonic, who fights for others, be it friends or strangers, he does have at least one person he can trust - even if that person is responsible for all the trouble they're currently dealing with. Sonic might come off as a bit insensitive and he is certainly reckless, but his heart is in the right place and Shadow knows that. That's why he sticks by his side and trusts him.

In Sonic Prime, Sonic is Shadow's only friend.

Unfortunately, Sonic's premature celebration of them finally fixing reality is interrupted by the Chaos Council appearing in Ghost Hill, leading into Episode 16: Ghost of a Chance. Now, here, we are shown what real teamwork between Sonic and Shadow looks like.

*sighs* ''Don't you just hate this part? The build up! Shadow and Sonic versus unbeatable odds with the fate of the world at stake. Like, let's just get on with it already!'' *Shadow rolls eyes at him* ''Hey, I'm not going to be the one who pulls a hammy.'' ''What about him? We can't just leave him alone with the Prism Shards.'' ''Uh, yes we can, seeing as he's the only one who can put them together and, you know, fix reality. You really don't trust him, do you?'' ''No.'' ''Of course you don't. You don't trust anyone. You wanna stay here and babysit? Fine, knock yourself out. I'm gonna buy us some time.

I just love this pre-battle banter between the two. Sonic is being so dramatic, but also optimistic, with Shadow just rolling his eyes at his dramatics (seriously, he knows Sonic too well) and questioning whether Nine can be trusted. Sonic brings up a good point about Nine being the only one who can put the Shards back together, something Shadow doesn't argue against, and leaves him to stall the Chaos Council.

Now we see Shadow, narrowing his eyes as he looks down at Sonic, then he glances at the Chaos Council's ship, contemplating the situation.

And 3... 2... 1... Yep, he leaps off the cliff to join Sonic in the battle. X3

I'm not gonna lie, I actually chuckled at this scene because this was too be expected. There is no way that Shadow would stay behind while Sonic fights for several reasons.

Firs of all, Shadow knows that Sonic will probably have trouble with the Chaos Council and will need someone to cover him and help protecting the Prism Shards. Second, Shadow has spent so much time trapped in The Void that he probably just to take his frustrations out on someone and the best target is the Chaos Council, especially since they are also responsible for this mess. Lastly, Shadow, just like Sonic, will never say no to a challenge, and I'm fairly certain that he decided to join the fight because of it.

''Well, look who couldn't resist a team up.'' ''Hardly. Have you seen what happens when you go at it alone?'' ''You mean landslide victory? Someone sounds jealous!''

More banter, but this time with Sonic being really happy about having Shadow joining in and Shadow... Okay, when I saw this scene, I thought that Shadow went tsundere for a moment. Yeah, he makes a good point, but he barely makes eye-contact with Sonic, as if he doesn't want to admit that there is probably more to his decision to join Sonic in the battle.

What follows next is these fighting off the Chaos Council's robots, with some epic shots peppered in (I'm certain that the animators had a field day with this one).

Seriously, you could use any screenshot like this one as a wallpaper. They look so awesome!

Of course, the Chaos Council is shocked to see Shadow joining the fight, and I think that, going by the hand motions Dr. Babble makes, either he wants to grab them and crush them, or he wants to grab them like Barbie dolls and make them kiss. It's probably the former, but if he's a shipper, I don't judge.

In any case, as Mr. Dr. Eggman diverts Prism Energy into the robots, Sonic gets knocked back by one and almost gets hit by missiles, but fortunately, Shadow saves him, leading into the moment that broke the shipping community.

''Probably gonna regret that.'' ''I heart you too, Shadow.''

*takes a deep breath*

You know what, any moment between them that felt like a shipping moment could be excused as Sonic just being friendly with Shadow and Shadow choosing to tolerate Sonic's affection, but this?! THIS?!

''I HEART YOU TOO, SHADOW.''

My jaw dropped when I saw this scene, because this is something I never imagined it would happen. I swear, there was definitely a Sonadow shipper on the writing team, because how the hell do you explain this scene?! Not only that, but the Sonadow community went through every language (myself included) to check what line Sonic tells Shadow in the other dubs, and it's all a variation of ''I love you too, Shadow.'' Not to mention the Thai dub, where Sonic makes kissy noises at Shadow. Kissy noises!

Bless you, Thai dub, for your contribution to the Sonadow community. If non-shippers wondered why everyone freaked out and nicknamed this show Sonadow Prime, here's your reason.

Of course, Shadow just rolls his eyes, carrying Sonic like sack of potatoes. Yeah, he's too used to this.

So, the battle continues, with Sonic and Shadow splitting up and Shadow dodging Dr. Don't's laser blasts, only for Mr. Dr. Eggman to fire at him a bigger energy blast. They think they got him, but he's revealed to be just fine.

Dude, he's smiling again! This is so cute! (≧◡≦)

Sonic is obviously worried about Shadow, thinking the Chaos Council got him. When he checks on the crater, he refuses to believe that Shadow would go down so easily, and he is right about that. He even acknowledges that, when Shadow returns to back him up, that the robots aren't tough at all when they work together. This is then followed up by a fight against Dr. Babble and Dr. Deep, who get a boost via the Prism Shard energy.

''Go! Protect the Prism!

When the cave gets breached, placing Nine and the Shards in danger, Shadow tells Sonic without any hesitation to protect the Prism, with Sonic nodding in agreement, his expression serious. It is a moment of quiet understanding, both knowing what's at stake here. Unfortunately, Shadow gets taken out by Dr. Deep a moment later, with Sonic and Nine eventually getting cornered and deciding to use the Prism energy to power Sonic up.

Sonic quickly takes out the enemy, being so fast that he leaves afterimages of himself, and goes to check on Shadow, who is still fighting Dr. Babble and Dr. Deep.

''Hey Shadow! Sorry to keep you waiting!''

I dunno what's with Shadow's expression here, but it always cracks me up whenever Sonic calls for him. Sonic then proceeds to beat up the two, leaving Shadow baffled in regards to what just had happened.

''How...'' ''Got a power up to save your butt! You're welcome!''

Shadow goes from slack-jawed to just... the image above. I dunno how to describe it, but I think it's something in the lines of ''Of course you got a power up. I shouldn't even be surprised.''

''It's aiming away from us! That doesn't make any sense! Maybe they know when they're beat? These guys? Please, if you believe that, then you're even dumber than you look.'' *nods* ''Finally a Sonic I can agree with.''

I absolutely love this little exchange, with Sonic bantering with his afterimages and Shadow looking so done with Sonic's antics until Sonic says something that makes sense, chiming in with his own comment. I adore Shadow's expression so much here, because you can see just what is going through his head. Also, Sonic shot himself in the foot with that last comment.

The two then observe Mr. Dr. Eggman creation what can only be described as Kaiju Prime!Eggman made out of Prism Energy.

''It's official, I've seen it all!''

I agree here with Sonic. Nobody expected a Kaiju Dr. Eggman who can shoot lasers from his mouth to appear. Shadow is equally baffled by what just happened. Sonic is the one to fight back Kaiju!Eggman, being devastated when he destroys the Loop-de-Loop, with Shadow already being aware of what is going through the blue hedgehog's head.

''Sonic, don't! You can't save anything unless you protect the Shards!''

Unfortunately, Sonic doesn't listen this time, fighting Kaiju!Eggman and doing nothing to him.

''Get to the Shards!''

It is only when Shadow reminds him again to go after the Shards, getting blasted away by Kaiju!Eggman and Sonic realizing that Nine is in danger, that the blue hedgehog rushes towards the cave. There, he and Nine decide to use even more of the Prism energy to power Sonic up, giving us this new form.

This is Prismatic Sonic, and as many have noticed, this shot right here might as well be the same as Dark Sonic from Sonic X. It's kinda chilling to see.

Fortunately, Prismatic Sonic beats Kaiju!Eggman, briefly glancing at Shadow as he arrives at the scene.

Yeah, he's certainly happy that everything went well, following it up by going back to Nine and celebrating their victory. Unfortunately, it is short-lived, because what follows is an argument between him and Nine, who considers Sonic selfish for never seeing him as his own person and more of an extension of Tails, causing another energy pulse to knock Sonic out.

Shadow gets knocked out, suddenly realizing that something went very wrong and quickly speeds off towards the cave.

There, he finds out not only that Nine took the Shards and left, but he also finds a devastated Sonic, who is hit with a wave of realization of that he made things just worse, dooming their reality to destruction.

It is very telling of how much Sonic regrets his words and actions when the last shot of him is covering his face with his hands, clearly crying.

So, that was Part 4, the part where we saw how well Shadow and Sonic work together as a team, peppered with some fun banter and Shadow actually getting used more and more to work together with Sonic. The one aspect of his character that gets highlighted here is Shadow's clear distrust of Nine, something Sonic teases him about, but notice how Shadow actually doesn't stay behind to keep an eye on Nine, actually trusting Sonic's word that Nine is on their side.

At least, until the end when Nine leaves, hurt by Sonic's words and believing that Sonic betrayed him.

This sense of distrust and Shadow's bond with Sonic will be more explored in Part 5, when I cover Episode 17: Grim Tidings.

#Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 3)

#Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 5)

#Sonic the Hedgehog Analyzer (Masterlist)

#Ten's Thoughts #sonic prime #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #sonadow #sonadow prime #tails nine

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for refusing to babysit?

I(17 ftm) frequently babysit my siblings, D(4m) and J(7m). J doesn't need to be babysat as much as supervised, but he's very needy / always wants to be doing something together, so I usually spend as much active time babysitting him as much as I do D(for example, J refuses to read on his own and prefers it when I read to him).

We're currently in the middle of moving, and my mom(44 W) often will drop me and the kids off at the library or the park or something for hours so that she can pack. I don't super mind this, but it's exhasting. They fight like cats. And I love them, but I'm also going into my senior year in a couple days, so I've been a little irratable too from the stress of packing and school and whatnot. This is all to say I've been babysitting a LOT recently.

My mom wanted me to babysit tonight for about two hours so she could take J to his open house and meet his teachers for the upcoming school year. I was 100% okay with this, and came downstairs when it was about time for them to leave. D gets a lot of seperation anxiety though, so when I heard my mom and him in the kitchen near the back door I knew she was probably trying to leave, so I got up came in to try and help. I tried to distract him by getting him to play with me at the table, but he wouldn't listen. As things progressed I also tried to comfort him and say we should go watch a show on the couch, but that also didn't work. At this point J is in the car and mom is standing in the doorway.

Mom then leaves to walk to the car, but doesn't shut the door, which makes D try and follow her out. He's crying and yelling at this point about how he "wants to leave". I was trying to very gently pull him back and say we could watch them go and wave as they pulled out, but I didn't want him leaving the doorway, since it would be 100% harder to get him back inside once he actually left the house.

A huge ass butterfly flew by while we were doing this. I tried to distract him and say "look at the butterfly!!" but it didn't work and he kept yelling he "wants to leave". MOM them mishears and starts yelling at me to let him go, so I do, but then he's outside and I'm frustrated. She tells me he was ACTUALLY saying he "wants to SEE", i.e. the butterfly, and now it's gone and he's more upset because I wouldn't let him see. When asked, he cried and said he WAS saying he wanted to see. But I KNOW he was saying leave at first, and tbh Mom was kind of asking him leading questions when asking if he was saying wants to see about the butterfly, so I tried to explain that he was at least not saying see at first.

She keeps pushing it though until I'm done and I say "Whatever, are you going to leave or not?", because at this point there's only 20 minutes left to get there. I genuinely didn't think this was a huge conflict at this point? Like yeah we were arguing but I didn't think we were being personal, idk. It was pretty dumb and we were both stressed. I thought it was gonna be one of those things where we're both friends again by the time she gets back and we've cooled down.

But then she told me to go fuck myself. And that was too much for me, because I feel like cursing at someone is just really disrespectful, and something I try not to do at all in arguments, especially with people I love. I'm not against cursing during arguments, but cursing at me like that felt really mean.

I was properly angry at that point and told her to just go so I could babysit. She told me to get a job(???? she's refused to get me a workers permit for years now), and I finally snapped and said she should just take D with her, then shut the door.

I did NOT lock the door. I didn't even fully close the door. I just left the kitchen and sat on the couch instead, staying downstairs in case she came back in and told me again to babysit(which I still would have, for J's sake). For context, D WAS allowed to go to the open house with mom and J, she just didn't want to have to take him too.

My mom is now giving me the silent treatment. They apparently weren't even able to go to the open house because mom's car wouldn't start, and now J is very sad and anxious about the first day of school. Mom's also been snipping about how if I hadn't refused to babysit and wasted so much time arguing with her, she might have been able to get a different ride.

Idk. I know he argument was dumb, but I feel like she crossed a line with cursing at me like that. But I could also see how me refusing to babysit from then might have been too far. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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dontyouworrydaddy · 1 year

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less than five minutes have passed, and I already want to read the continuation of “burn the world for you”, where a couple of months after the incident you can already stand on your feet, almost all the wounds have healed, but Ellie cannot help but be next to you, do everything necessary to make you feel comfortable, if necessary, to leave the house - to accompany you

maybe slight nsfw, like.. Ellie wants to comfort you and stuff🫦 I’m so in love with this fic af

AHHH MY FIRST REQUEST OMG!!

Babes I love you for this! I was just imagining this and now I can’t stop giggling and blushing 😭 I hope you like this!

Anyway part 2 of burn the world for you !

warning: slight NSFW Minors DNI!!, fluff!

“Ellie, I swear I‘m fine and it doesn’t hurt when I‘m walking anymore, Look!” You stand up shake your leg and even jump two times to prove your point. But Ellie immediately jumps from the bed and puts both of her hands on your shoulders, looking at you worried.

“Stop. It may be healed but you still need to be careful. Sit down” she pushes you back on bed gently and you leave a long and frustrated sigh. You want to get up and do things you used to do. You learned your lesson and even promised Ellie to listen to her when she tells you to not leave alone for a mission. After you got home and was told to stay in bed and focus on recovery, Ellie never left your side. She would do anything for you and not even let your get up to get your own cup of water. Even after recovery she’s still doing the same.

She basically moved in with you.

Ellie lays next to you and plays around with your hair. You close your eyes and allow yourself to feel nothing but pure love and peace. Her hands start walking down your face and chest. Your breath hitches and you feel your face getting hot.

“Ellie” you barely whisper. You feel her shift and on top of you. “Yes baby. What’s wrong?” she obviously teases you and you can feel her smirk. You don’t dare to open your eyes. Your breathing speeds up which causes Ellie to let out an amused laugh.

Ellie starts kissing your face and it doesn’t stop there. She starts traveling down to your neck and you can’t help but bite your under lip.

“Ellie, fuck please just rip my clothes apart” Now you’re face isn’t the only one that is feeling hot. You can feel yourself getting wet.

“Ellie, please” you are desperate now. You feel her smirk against your neck and she continues teasing you while kissing your neck. Her hands make their way down to the hem of your shirt, ready to pull it off of you but you both get interrupted by a knock on your door. You open your eyes and let out a groan, obviously feeling frustrated and angry. Whoever dared to come will pay with extra laps on their training.

Ellie also looks very disappointed and frustrated because after months of no real physical activity she gets to touch you again without worrying about hurting you and especially now you guys get interrupted. Before Ellie gets off of you she leans down to whisper something in your ear.

“Tonight, baby. Don’t be so upset now” she winks and makes her way to the door leaving you excited yet still upset laying there.

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You’re standing in the middle of the field watching the kids play on the playground. You were called to watch the Kids while the parents are on a meeting to solve a current problem in the small town. There were many infected seen these past few weeks and they’re trying to figure out what the cause might be. Since the kids couldn’t be left alone, they needed someone to watch after them just for a few hours. They reassured you that the meeting won’t take long.

Ellie of course didn’t leave you alone and came with you even through only you were asked. Her reason was what if one of the kids hurt themselves pretty badly. But you obviously know the real reason why she wants to come with. She is still very protective of you and cannot risk anything happen to you since you’re the only person left in her life.

But she just left to get you and herself water since the weather is getting hotter.

“Hey Josh watch out!” you yell at one of the kids trying to climb up the climbing frame. Josh doesn’t listen to you and you are forced to climb up and pull him down again. As you take your first few steps on this huge climbing frame you feel a bit dizzy. You immediately let go and sit down on the grass. You probably stood up too fast and now you need to take a few seconds to calm down. Josh sees you sitting and holding your head which also causes him to worry and immediately get down.

“Y/N are you okay?” the little kid comes and pats on your shoulder causing to gain the attention of the other kids. They all come and sit around you and wait for you to get better.

“I got the wate- Y/N, shit, are you okay?” you hear Ellie from behind you approach you. “Josh what happened?” she asks the little kid and you can hear her worry in her voice.

“She wanted to get me and just fell down.” the little kid explains. “Okay you guys go play, I got Y/N”

The kids leave and continue to play. Ellie sits down next to you and hugs you. “Are you okay?” she asks you worriedly. You look up at her and smile to reassure her that you’re okay now. As you look at her you realize how pale she is right now. Now you feel bad.

“Fuck. You scared me for a second. Don’t ever do that again.” she slightly pushes your shoulder but pulls you immediately in and gives you a quick kiss to the lips. You smile at her and rest your head against her shoulder. Ellie feels her face getting hot and kinda feels proud of herself.

“I just got up too fast. That’s all. I‘m still doing fine.” you explain. She hums in response and you guys sit there until the parents come back to get their kids.

As you both guys stand up to leave, Ellie stops you when you were about to grab your bag and your jacket.

“Let me take that” she takes the bag and your jacket which causes you to laugh. It’s not like it’s weighing anything. You for sure can carry that on your own.

“I can carry that on my own!” you argue with a pounding look on your face. She lets out a chuckle and you can swear you felt the butterflies in your tummy go crazy. Like absolutely crazy.

“I know babe. You still shouldn’t overwork your leg. You’re already walking a way too long way.”

You absolutely love this woman and you have not can’t imagine a life without her. She never left your side while recovery and you’re 100 percent sure that she will never leave you. Let alone even think about leaving you. And you don’t plan to leave either.

#the last of us ellie #ellie tlou #ellie x y/n #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie williams #the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #wlw #she is so girlfriend #I need her

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woke up and felt dreadful but i can’t have a life where dragging myself out of bed is a chore and i don’t like sleeping and i especially don’t like to lay around and i got up and i cooked a big breakfast & that changed how i felt and i had a a beautiful day

i read without worrying myself with the time. i took a walk and -begrudgingly- found 5 things to be grateful about while walking. i feel so steely and spiny and hopeless but pushing myself to consider even a glint of something other than futility nice. i’ve convinced myself the apathy is the natural progression of my state of being, that everyone gets here eventually. but if i want things to matter i have to start letting them, yeah?

it was a beautiful walk. i ran some errands after and i felt good and bright and busy. i had some accomplices in thievery & got some girl scout cookies. i’m in all black and chains and big boots and jewelry and spikes and a knife on my hip but i tried to be so polite with the kid. idk who she’ll grow up to be but i’d like to think children witnessing adults who grow up to have some sort of alternative lifestyle (vaguely punk yet pathetic freak with no prospects aside from a dog) partaking in a simple joy (like 4 boxes of cookies) is important. you’re like 10 right now and if things feel bad don’t forget you can make it weird 15 years from now and also just buy cookies whenever you want, yknow?

felt good from all this. screen printed. had some feelings.

took a break and visited friends who are working on a farming project. drank around a fire, sat in the dirt. it felt good. i’m shocked in how wanted i’ve felt by people recently. im trying to cling to that & internalize that i specifically matter to people. im trying to be more honest, a little. trying to tell myself that there isn’t a version of me my friends want aside from the one they know.

then, saw a larger group of friends, kind of serendipitously. 15-20 of them, all headed to a plot of land. i walked up to everyone staring at me, standing in the field they will grow on. greeted by smiles and some pleasantries. the sun was lower in the sky and painted everything gold and dreamy. something in me twisted. i’m a less fun drunk now & everything feels closer to the surface but i think i was okay. made small talk, everyone seemed happy. i want to let my guard down. i want to be able to actively listen to people again. i’ve been feeling really fixated on my presence in people’s lives being a point of dread or irritation & this gets in the way of being a friend or making friends, which is both selfish and unproductive. i don’t like that i feel this way, i don’t think i deserve to feel this, & i think it discounts a lot of the ways people show up for me

i feel like the world is calling to me, was that what i was being shown? i got a few sweet texts today independent from all this. it’s hard to internalize the good things people say about me & im frustrated that it’s become that way. i’m lucky i get all this. i’ve really just set myself in thinking i’m always in need of a correction or that it’s impossible for me to not to immediately overstep. it wasn’t always this way. it wasn’t always this way. people are trying to be gentle & i am going to try to believe them more

got invited to another fire, sundown now. drank more, but also forced myself to eat some dinner. the fire was nice. i feel like i creeped people out but it’s hard to tell. im so edgy now and i hate it. i’d been outside for most of the day at this point & was a little tired & i’d almost started crying while i was walking over which was stupid and almost embarrassing. but i’m glad i went to the fire! everyone loved halliwell. i was more standoffish and less funny than i’d like to be

talked to olive

walked home, it’s such a nostalgic walk and i feel it like a knife in my ribs. i’m living the the wreckage of some things and i need to know how to get out. it was brisk, but brisk like a spring night. the moon was low and huge and orange

today felt big and very full and like a lot was offered and i tried taking it all. i hope i did well. i feel (literally) filthy from a day of movement and sitting in the dirt and that feels good. i love my body & jacket carrying the scent of woodsmoke. halliwell is passed out next to me now. i am going to take a warm shower & in this exhaustion i hope i sleep well

i am going to try again tomorrow too

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nerdygaymormon · 6 months

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Carving out the life I want - Therapy session 11/7/2023

This past weekend I was spending time with a husband & wife who are friends of mine. She is a nutritionist who is employed by the county to work with people who have eating disorders. What an amazing skill set to have in a friend at this time in my life.

She shared with me that when we feel like we could use a warm hug, chewing soft foods can provide that sort of feeling, especially foods we associate with being cared for or with good times. Or when a person is feeling frustrated or stressed, they choose crunchy foods as crunching down with your jaw can deliver relief, almost like punching a wall when you're angry.

Suddenly I started recognizing how I use different foods. For example, I was at a friend's home and some of my other friends were meeting us there. I felt a lot of anxiety. Would they get along, I have different kinds of relationships with each of them so how can I mesh those together? Plus, they're gay, one attends the LDS church and the other doesn't, so for me it brings up the whole balancing being gay & Mormon, which is the source of a lot of my mental health issues. My nutritionist friend said this feeling of nervous energy is exactly why chomping on potato chips can feel satisfying afterwards.

I also realized there's some foods I only use for the chewing & spitting but not for binging. She said those are likely foods high in sugar, salt and fat, and the chewing of them combined with the mouth feel of them, activates the brain's pleasure centers, even if I'm not actually swallowing them.

Whether I'm feeling the urge to do disordered eating, or even if I'm engaged in that behavior, she suggested I take time to think about what I'm feeling and what situation(s) triggered these feelings.

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I shared with my therapist that a week ago I ate so much food that I was in real discomfort, and as I lay in bed I had the thought that purging would relieve this feeling. I suddenly could see the appeal of bulimia. Trading in one eating disorder for another isn't healthy and isn't my goal but in the moment it seemed like a solution.

I have years of binge eating and also of chewing & spitting. I've been living with these eating disorders for so long that I don't have a good history of listening to and understanding my body and its needs & wants in regard to hunger and food. My drive to eat isn't based on what my body needs, but in response to emotions.

It's been a while since I did the kind of binging where I eat a lot of food very quickly and don't feel in control, and then the next day I can't remember having done that. I used to do that on a daily basis. I still overeat to the point of being uncomfortable, but it's spread over more time and doesn't feel as out of control, and I don't do it every day, so it is progress

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I told the therapist how earlier this year I ran into a former friend of mine. It's been great to reconnect. He left the church, came out as gay, and got married. He has invited me into his friend group which gets together monthly to eat, drink, and play cards (many of them were raised LDS, so they don't know how to gamble, which means the card games the group plays are things like UNO and Crazy 8's 😆). One of the couples in that group has invited me to Thanksgiving dinner and I was very surprised at the invitation.

My therapist asked why I'm surprised? Do I think my friend included me into his friend group because he thought I was a dweeb and wouldn't get along? Of course not. You're an interesting person, it's not surprising they want to spend more time with you and get to know you better.

At that point I shared with the therapist about a conversation I had with a friend of mine where I wondered why my stake has kept me on as the stake executive secretary for so long? They probably should've released me in 2017 when I was suicidal and started therapy, but instead they rearranged presidency meetings to accommodate my sessions. They probably should have released me when I was hospitalized with pulmonary embolisms and home bound for about a year. Instead of releasing me, they setup a screen in their meetings so I could continue to participate. Are they exploiting me?

My friend said it's likely that they love me, they like having me close, keeping me on during those times let them keep an eye on me, I help them see perspectives that help them better understand, and they can see I make an impact in the stake and beyond.

This past Sunday at church it was joked about how I've served so long that this is now the 4th stake clerk I've served with. Then the first counselor in the stake presidency said there's no plans to replace me, that's not a conversation they've been having. That I bring so much to the calling beyond making appointments that I make a unique impact. It felt great to have that confirmation.

My therapist said if they have the power to replace me and they haven't, it means they appreciate me and like having me be part of their team.

"Why do you insist on believing that others wouldn't want to have you around?"

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We ended with my therapist saying that he sees me carving out the life I want from the life I currently have. Tackling eating disorders, joining new friend groups, and other examples, are ways of me saying I want a different kind of life and then working towards it.

#david gets personal #eating disorder #long post

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beevean · 9 months

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I pondered issue 63 over some more, and I concluded there's two more things that make me irked about the whole situation between Lanolin and Silver. The first issue has more to do with an 'outsider reader' perspective, where we already know that Duo is actually Mimic in disguise and thus that Lanolin is standing up for someone actively plotting to kill her and the Diamond Cutters. Lanolin can't know that yet, but it does make it frustrating to see her defend Duo and scold Silver when Silver is clearly going to turn out right in the end. Of course, that is all simply story-telling, but I wonder if IDW didn't kind of go the 'wrong' way by having us readers already be aware of Mimic's plot, if that makes sense. We already know the Diamond Cutters will be betrayed, and that makes for frustrating reading where the characters come off as fools for not noticing the clear signs there's something amiss with Duo as opposed to us going through suspense, plot twists, and trying to clue it together ourselves.

But the second issue is far more striking than the fact they're making this be a story, and that is the fact that Lanolin (as far as I am aware) just doesn't get... called out for her behaviour? There's nobody who points out that this is simply how Sonic and friends roll, and that so far it clearly has worked since everyone is still alive and Eggman still doesn't rule the world. Lanolin comes in and begins making demands and form whole plans of how she thinks it should go, and all other characters either listen to that, or they bounce off and promptly get in trouble. I went through the issues and the only instance of someone talking back to Lanolin I could find was in 59, where she tells Tangle to get down low and Tangle points out Eggman can't see them (which at the end of the issue gets undone anyway and results in Lanolin and Whisper being captured). Other than that, everyone is totally cool with her being bossy and mouthing off to heroes like Sonic and Silver, with neither telling her to stop that.

So yeah. I can kind of see the appeal of a story about a fresh new recruit who thinks they know better try to change up the existing dynamic, but then they should learn in the end that that dynamic is there fore a reason. But I cannot shake the feeling that this is not the angle they are taking for Lanolin at all, in part already because the story is rather unclear about how much she actually knows about being a leader. She talks and acts as if she's got years of experience, but also requests Whisper's information about the old Diamond Cutters to see if she can build upon that and has massive angst about not knowing what to do the moment things go south. But then in the new arc after Urban Warfare she goes right back to her bossy demeanour as if she learned nothing from the fact Urban Warfare clearly showed she has a lot of work to do still to be a worthy leader of the Diamond Cutters. Sorry, this turned long, but I have a lot of thoughts about Lanolin all of a sudden😅

The first part explains very well why I'm not one for "dramatic irony" plots, especially if they revolve around one guy being unfairly called out for their actually right behavior. It's frustrating because you're watching a character being mistreated for no good reason, and you know the other character is wrong but you can't tell them. Like, the best I can explain it is that you want to defend them, but you're powerless and forced to wait until the plot decides it's time for them to be proven right, and it's not pleasant.

I'm reminded of the discourse surrounding Silver trusting Mephiles. We can argue until the cows come home whether Silver should have been more skeptical of a mysterious, odd-looking individual who magically offers him the solution to all his problems. But I'd argue that this is a better example of dramatic irony, because even if you want to yell at Silver "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HE'S CLEARLY THE DEVIL", at least he's not being abused for being right. That's what gets me. I just don't find it fun :\

The second point is a problem IDW often showed. I pointed out multiple times that it's not clear how we're supposed to feel about certain characters.

Is Starline a genius who can analyze events from a meta perspective and could see the futility of the "Sonic Cycle", or an idiot with an inflated ego who could never surpass Eggman? Flynn swears it's the latter. The story propping Starline as the main villain for 4 years gives credit to the former.

Is Surge a strong formidable foe, or a scrappy underdog to be pitied because she could never measure up to Sonic? She's always painted in a badass light, but when you see her feats during her arc, she didn't really do much, and she was even humiliated at some points (tripping on bolts, no I won't let that go), so she hardly earned those "cool" points.

Is Sonic's preachiness a flaw or a virtue within the context of the story, and are we meant to agree or disagree with all the people calling him out? I even went on an angry rant about it when #50 dropped lol

Are we meant to see Mr. Tinker as Eggman with brain damage, or as Eggman's true good side? The answer impacts immensely how much we're meant to sympathize with Sonic leaving Eggman be and expecting him to become good again.

And now the latest: is Lanolin's bossiness meant to be a genuine flaw of hers, a result of her not knowing how to lead yet, or simply part of her personality that we have to accept because she's the Only Braincell of the team?

This doesn't make for a nuanced story. This makes for a confusing, wishy-washy narrative that hardly fits what is, to paraphase Flynn's, a kids' book that can't balance complex morality. This is the true source of all the discourse that this comic has generated.

#fans don't look

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spacenintendogs · 1 year

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For the drabble game, maybe a platonic 24 for Astrid and Snotlout? That would be really interesting 👀

24.

“You’re the only one I trust to do this," Astrid says.

Snotlout blinks and looks around, seeing no one else in the clubhouse besides them. Is she serious? He points to himself, "Me?"

"Yes, you," Astrid says with that "of course you idiot" tone and rolls her eyes, "You're the only one here, yes?"

"Uh, yeah. But... why can you only trust me?"

"Snotlout would you just come on."

"Alright, alright, jeez." Snotlout stands and follows her out of the clubhouse "Of course you'd need my help," He says, puffing his chest up as he walks, "I'm the strongest of us."

"I don't need your strength, not physically, anyways," Astrid says, not looking behind as they walk down the wooden bridges of the Edge, "It's something else."

Snotlout huffs, "Are you making me do work? Did I do something? I haven't done anything to piss you off in like... a day!"

"It's not work, I just need you to get on Hookfang and follow me and Stormfly," Astrid says as she clamors onto the aforementioned Nadder's saddle. Stormfly chortles happily at seeing Snotlout. He gives her a pat and then climbs onto Hookfang, who blows a jealous puff of smoke at Snotlout. Snotlout rolls his eyes and gives Hookfang an affectionate scratch behind his horns where he can't reach, making the Nightmare purr happily.

As they take off and soar through the air, Snotlout continues asking questions about what Astrid wants him to do, Astrid shutting him down. They're above nothing but the ocean when she stops and turns Stormfly around to face Snotlout and Hookfang.

"Here," Astrid says.

"Here?" Snotlout repeats, "What about here?"

"So we can talk..."

"You dragged us all the way out here to tell me a secret?!"

"Snotlout, please!" Astrid shouts, frustrated, "Please."

Snotlout freezes. Astrid isn't usually the type to say please, especially when it comes to him. He shares a glance with Hookfang, his dragon as confused as him. "Alright... what's up?"

"How well would you say that you know the Twins?"

"Uh..." Snotlout pauses as he thinks. He likes to think he knows them well, he certainly can fuck around with them more than Hiccup, Fishlegs, or Astrid, "Pretty good."

"Fishlegs?"

"Probably more than I want to."

"Hiccup?"

"Please, he's an open book."

"Good... I want you to help me surprise them all."

"Huh?! Woah, woah," Snotlout puts up his hands, "I don't do that type of stuff!"

"Snotlout, I'm not good at doing these sorts of things, I never have been. You do this type of stuff a lot! You look at something and know exactly which of us would like it! You remember things, like when we were kids and we couldn't find Ruff and Tuff and then you said they were in their 'dark, soggy alone place.'" Astrid says, pointing her finger at Snotlout, "You got Hiccup the exact bottle of ink he loves a month ago. You do listen and remember what Fishlegs says you're just bad at explaining what he says!"

Snotlout scoffs, "What-Whatever! So what?"

"Help me set something up for them!"

"Why?"

"Because they're our friends and I want to do something for them!"

Snotlout studies her face and then sighs, "Astrid, what happened?"

Astrid deflates, and Snotlout doesn't like it, "I'm... I'm not a good friend, Lout."

"What? Yes you are!"

"Snotlout, while you and Hiccup were gone, and me and the Twins had to defend the Edge, we got into a bad argument beforehand. We made up, but I feel like my apology doesn't... mean anything if I don't actively try," Astrid sounds so lost and it's freaking Snotlout out, if he's being honest.

"Look, you... you can't just rush into trying and doing stuff for them all at once. It doesn't go well and it might come off as pushy," Snotlout says.

"You say this like you know," Astrid grumbles.

Snotlout raises an eyebrow at her and it clicks with her. "Ah..."

"Yeah," Snotlout says, "Actively trying is good, but instead of doing things for them just... be there as they need you, I guess?"

"That makes no sense."

"Uhh... basically just... I don't know! Like, say Fishlegs is going off on one of his weird nerd rants. Instead of blowing him off, actually like... listen?"

Astrid smirks, "So... when they do something, just do the opposite of what you would do?"

"HEY!" Snotlout shouts, "... Maybe."

Astrid laughs, "I do still wanna do something for them."

"I can help you set up a nice evening or something. I can make dinner and you can find something fun for us to do that's NOT a training exercise," Snotlout says.

Astrid brushes her bangs out of her face, "... There's the Peaceable island, they've got a lot of shops and little areas to relax?"

Snotlout can't help himself from grinning excitedly, "That sounds awesome!"

Astrid sighs in relief, "Good... thank you."

"For what?"

"Talking with me," Astrid says, smiling, "I'm glad I can trust you."

Snotlout feels a rush of pride through him. He beams, "Of course! Now let's get to planning that vacation, huh?"

Astrid is still smiling at him as she nods and he has to say, he likes it way more than when she's annoyed.

#writing ask meme #ask meme #httyd #snotlout jorgenson #astrid hofferson #ooough i got carried away i think u can tell KFJSKDKSKS #rose writes #rose answers #artinandwritin #this is set after the episode 'edge of disaster'!!!!!#thank u for sending this in!!!!

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12 and 21, for the Good Omens asks

Thanks!

12. Has your interaction with the good omens fandom been overall good or bad?

Definitely both. As a franchise it’s definitely a lot of fun to talk about and engage in fun little scenarios and headcanons for. The source material is quirky and funny but also deep and thought-provoking, which is a really good combination when it comes to these things. I think my favourite part was always the “Crowley invented this” meme. Remember how there was that running joke where you’d point to some everyday annoyance or inconvenience and say “Crowley did that”? Loved that. Great fun. Genuinely quite therapeutic.

The bad part was, maybe not surprisingly, The Discourse. And listen, as far as the question of “should series 1 be considered Actual Queer Rep” goes, I think there are good arguments on both sides. It’s a complicated topic and obviously a lot of people are going to be bringing their personal feelings and experiences to the table. But like so many internet arguments, any kind of nuance got very quickly drowned in the sea of people obnoxiously trying to shut down anything contrary to what they thought and insisting that anyone who disagreed with them must be morally bad in some way. Like, the people who acted like it was the end of the world if anyone said anything even mildly critical of the way it handled things caused me a lot more anger and frustration than anything Good Omens itself ever did or didn’t do.

The other downside was, to be honest, I never really liked the level of involvement the author had with the fandom, or the way some fans acted (and still act) about him. I don’t like “word of god” at the best of times, I don’t think author comments should be considered “canon” or that anyone should have to take them into account in their interpretation of the material, and with GO that sort of thing was really difficult to avoid. Like it was just expected that everyone was going to listen to what Neil Gaiman said on twitter or whatever and factor it into their reading, and as a result sometimes you’d see people insisting that “such and such is canon” when hardly anyone who just watched the show and took it at face value would come away with that as an interpretation. Like, you shouldn’t have to do background research to have a full understanding of something! I don’t care what Neil Gaiman said on bloody twitter and I shouldn’t have to!

Anyway, those were my major bugbears, but apart from that it’s been a lot of fun, especially in the early days of series 1. I love reading fics that capture the story’s tone and the characters; they’re very fun and endearing characters to engage with and honestly just to play with like dolls in a sandpit. My best experiences with the fandom have primarily been laughing at posts going “lol Crowley glues pound coins to the pavement and then tries to pick them up the next day”. I’m not as active in the fandom these days but I’d still like more of that.

21. do you prefer crowley's hair from s1 or s2? why?

That’s tricky. The colour in S2 is closer to the sort of colour I’d prefer to have myself, and it wasn’t a bad look by any stretch, but the more flashy and obviously-dyed quality maybe wasn’t quite… fitting? Idk. Maybe the first series, just because I preferred the first series in general.

Good Omens ask game

#yeah took me a while to get round to this one #I don’t tumble on the weekends and I got it on Friday night so there wasn’t much time to marshal a response #still I love ask games so wasn’t about to pass it up

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whetstonefires · 1 year

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So op of that post that went 'sick of hearing about cis women's trauma' -> 'we need to cultivate compassion for men to help them escape toxic masculinity' has blocked me, which is fair, but it's frustrating because I should have redrafted that reblog a few times, to better and more thoughtfully express the point I was trying to make.

Especially since op isn't the one who advanced the argument about how compassion for the group you've got resentment toward is the true way to universal justice, and may not actually feel this is how the issue of toxic masculinity etc should be addressed.

And my comment sort of treated everyone in the reblog chain as being agreed on this latter point, which made op's original take ironic and frustrating because it's the exact opposite vibe.

A response which if I were op I would also find intolerable.

But my underlying point, that the sentiment about cis women needing to shut up about their gender-related trauma because it's obnoxious in the face of trans people's experiences is coming from the same place as the misandry that was being discussed further down the thread, and they have to be understood as reflections of the same set of impulses with a similar range of reaction options, that stands. I just should have said it differently.

Like I said, op has every right to be sick of dealing with that in their specific life context and to set a boundary about dealing with it, but it's the same thing. It has the same logic structure.

I go absolutely crazy listening to these kinds of conversations and seeing people try to arbitrarily tag certain groups as like. Too oppressed to be capable of harming others, so adopting exactly the same patterns as their oppressors could never turn them into someone else's oppressor.

That's how you get the abusive forms of feminism! That is the underlying assumption of the radfem! It's never true. You are always capable of harm.

You will get the same result no matter what groups you plug in there, because everyone is still people!

You can't just...externalize the harmful consequences of acting within this conceptual framework onto a 'bad group' like men or white people or cis people or religious people or whatever like there's some inherent corruption that makes it turn out like this, and expect the same ideas to work out differently because you aren't Bad Group. It's the same! It's just people!

The less power you have, the smaller the scope of consequences is likely to be, but everybody can find a situation where they have power over somebody, and if you just replicate the same bullshit you've been subjected to what do you think is going to happen?

The same damn damage.

So no matter who you are, you have to keep an eye on yourself for whether you are sliding into this way of thinking.

I just got really frustrated about it in this case because the arguments advocated by the end of the thread (i.e. society can only be healed through patient understanding, not judging entire demographics wholesale, and giving people space to heal from influences encouraging them to be shitty) were ludicrously ill-matched to the beginning of the original post, in terms of underlying principle.

And so often when I see that, it's because people are actively being terrible hypocrites.

But op wasn't responsible for the entire reblog chain, wasn't even speaking in such general terms, and couldn't be held accountable to the direction other people went with their original thought, and I should have done better at making that distinction instead of treating it as an inconsistency in a single argument.

That wasn't fair. And I apologize for being fucking annoying.

#hoc est meum #blogblogging #i almost definitely shouldn't have reblogged that at all #but the mismatch was driving me nuts #and i'm sick of being too scared to talk about these things #since it's only a somewhat logical fear #so i acted impulsively rip

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lycanlovingvampyre · 1 year

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MAG 153 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: apple cutting.

"Intelligence doesn’t make you less prone to taking on bad ideas, it just makes you better at defending them to other people and to yourself. Smart people can believe some truly ridiculous things, and then deploy all the reason and logic at their disposal to justify them, because a belief doesn’t begin in your mind. It begins in your feelings. Cults are very good at finding you when you’re at your lowest point, when you’re your most emotionally vulnerable. And when you’re at that point it’s astounding what can crawl into your heart and start to fester there." Generally I'd say "intelligent people" are a lot less prone to joining stupid ideas. Especially since we now had a global event, that put this to the test. The Covid pandemic. All those people, of whom I'd have expected to believe stupid shit, did. I personally know no one, who surprised me to suddenly chime in to a conspiracy theory. But a few friends told me they had someone like this in their circle of friends and acquaintances - someone they always deemed smart and stable and suddenly they fell down this hole because they lost something important to them that put them at an emotional low. And then they’ll want to believe that shit that would them get their thing back.

"But that was when I started to properly look at my life, and I really didn’t like what was looking back." Ah yes, getting back to that DMN talk from yesterday's episode. The ability of self-awareness buys us the ticket to depression.

"And I’d always assumed that that was enough to eventually have real success, and for the first 10 years it seemed like I was right. I worked my way up, performed for basically nothing basically every night and got to be pretty successful." Yeah, I know that feeling... I get pretty decent fairly quickly when I latch onto a new interest. Problem is, I stay there. After my initial climb to "better than average" I stagnate and no matter what I do I just won't climb any higher. But I’m surrounded by people who do get farther and I stay just behind. It's frustrating. Doomed to be mediocre forever.

"do you know how much a “pretty successful” comedian makes?" Another line that's featured in the "Jonathan asks you things" video!^^

"Let’s just say I had a full-time office job and was still barely making rent. But between working full-time and gigging full-time I just kept putting off everything else in my life, always so sure the big time was just around the corner. This is the TV spot that gets me noticed, this is the sell-out fringe show that makes me mainstream, this is the deal that actually goes somewhere." Is that still part of the statement or is this just Jonny venting? xD

So Agape apparently means "love", and in Christianity it's meant as the love for god or god's love for humankind. Fits the toxic love theme.

“We formed into a long line, a chain holding hands with Joyce at the very end of it. It stretched from one end of the building to the other. “ When I hear about cult settlements, my mind wanders pretty quickly to Jonestown. And while there's nothing even remotely in common aside from just being a cult, there is one thing, that actually did remind me a bit of Jonestown. The thing about the cult members having to line up for the horrible thing. (If you're not familiar with Jonestown and are planning to look it up, be warned for suicide. Mass murder-suicide. It’s extremely gruesome...)

"Did you ever do that experiment in science class, where you held hands in a line and the teacher passed a very gentle electric shock down through the students" Okay first, what the fuck, no? Second, this is also in the "Jonathan asks you things" video!

JON: "He asked me to." JULIA: "Oh really? You always do what evil books tell you to, do you?" Oh wow... That was a low blow...

JON: "Christ, he was right, I didn’t – didn’t – when did you get so thin?" DAISY: "I’m not, it’s fine." JON: "It’s the Hunt, isn’t it? Without it –" Not submitting to their purpose does eat away at them. And to think that Jon never really as one of the physically fittest people out there..

JON: "Don’t listen to the blood." DAISY: "Listen to the quiet." One of my favorite quotes of TMA <3

@a-mag-a-day

#a-mag-a-day #mag 153 #tma #tma spoilers

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Okay, let me preface this by stating that a) this got away from me. And b) I read up on how JKR revealed herself to be a human garbage fire, and I understand the problem. This isn’t a defense, this is just my perspective, limited as it is.

Maybe it’s because bby!me was a dumbass but I always read the whole “House elves like being slaves” thing as “This is a pureblood wizard telling us this, they grew up on stupid propaganda including this bullshit” and the whole “house elves don’t want to be freed” as a whole ass trauma response. Like, they were so afraid of things getting worse, they couldn’t fathom things being better and changing the status quo would therefore automatically mean making it worse. Similar with the goblins, where their descriptions should have raised red flags, I’ll admit. For context, I’m from Germany, and I read those books in elementary school, right around when kids learn about Nazi-Germany and Hitler for the first time in school. So I saw Wizard Hitler and I saw several marginalised groups and read it all as a giant metaphor for Germany’s slide into dictatorship. (Please note that I was like 8-ish at the time, so I wasn’t exactly aware that history is taught differently everywhere, and for all that Germany is very honest about their history, they also wait to teach about the particulars of the propaganda that was used during the Nazi-Regime, so I didn’t necessarily have the context, as my parents sure as hell wouldn’t have taught me that (they are very much against generalisations and stereotypes)). There’s more parallels I could draw, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make.

I didn’t particularly care for JKR. Like, her name was on the cover, but that was it. It was the books I liked, not her. Even if parts of it frustrated me to no end, especially once I re-read the books in English when I was older. (The lack of political reformation implied in the ending was chief among them. [insert rant about german history, that’s not the point here]. And even during the main plot there was so much casual discrimination and no teacher/politician/authority figure ever addressed it. But apart from the epilogue that still fit into the history I had associated with the plot.

Then 2021 happens and even my dumbass noticed shit went down on twitter, if only because YT keeps recommending me videos of Harry Potter fans explaining Death of the Author. I was vaguely aware that JKR had been having twitter melt down after twitter meltdown, but now I became aware that it wasn’t just random nonsense but actual political opinion she was tweeting. I hadn’t actively read the books in over a decade at this point, only referencing them superficially to keep the timeline in my fanfics straight. So I take my shovel and I dig. Between exams to become a certified nurse and the first tear of med school, I dig, and I read and I watch, and a weird kind of horror dawns on me, and I cry to my mom, who introduced me to these books. These books that were my escape from school yard bullies and toxic friendships that opened up the world of AO3 to me, and then I cry some more. I sit there wondering if I didn’t remember those paragraphs or if I read them wrong just how I described before. I wonder if all those un uploaded files of HP fanfic I have written should even be uploaded. Rewrites, every single one of them. With goblin, house elf and other creature protagonists. I look at the works I have written when I was 15, that I published just so I could learn how to actually write a narrative. It’s nothing to write home about, but it had been a start. Do I delete this? Do I still continue on?

What I do know so far is precious little. I know I am heartbroken. I know I won’t buy official merch anymore, for obvious reasons. And guess I am now typing this out, to post into the void, because I keep screaming in my head and even my lovely mother is getting quite tired of my whining (she still listens though, she’s awesome like that).

So yeah. This became both a kind of (?) perspective, a sort of cry for help of the uninvolved kind and of all the things, a love letter to my mother.

Sorry for the ramblings, I just saw several HP posts in your timeline recently and I guess I just wanted an opinion? There’s many of them online but no one really seems to have an answer on what to do after. I know it’s sort of stupid to make books a part of your world that way. But it is what it is. So yeah, if you can spare the time, please, if you know how to deal with a beloved piece of media crumbling apart in your hands, would you mind giving me some pointers on where to go from here?

I hope I didn’t come off as rude or demanding, sorry if I did. I know my syntax and grammar can be off, due to english being my second language. I wrote all these messy words, because I’d just like an outside perspective on things and your takes always have me either nodding along or having my eyes opened to avenues of thought/action I hadn’t considered yet.

I hope this doesn’t get eaten by your inbox.

Have a lovely weekend, and thank you for being such a positive presence around here, your works and posts really make my day.

(I’ll just send this now, before I freak myself out even further)

Honestly, your experience is what a lot of Harry Potter fans went through and I don't think it's stupid at all despite the hot takes you'll see on TikTok/Twitter/etc.

The books were an escape for millions of us. And most of us were young when we got into Harry Potter and didn't pay any attention to the actual author for the longest time.

Harry Potter and JKR is a unique case of Death of the Author coming into play. When we think of DotA most of us think of people like HP Lovecraft. Authors who are long dead and not still in a position to profit from their creations.

I think her still being alive and active has created this strange sort of divide where some don't believe it's possible to have a Death of the Author even in fandom spaces like they do for other long-dead creators which has created even more friction and uncertainty in the fandom.

Without writing an entire novel on the subject I'll just say that I'm of the belief that JKR and Harry Potter is one of those situations where you can find a variety of ways to engage in fandom and not support the creator at the same time and I act as such.

JKR gets the majority of her funds from places like The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, through books sales, and through streaming contracts she has that haven't expired yet, etc etc.

So, personally, I don't buy officially licensed merch anymore, I don't go see the new movies and wouldn't even if Covid wasn't an issue. Movie boxsets, book reprints, t-shirts, etc etc, all of it's a no go for me. Just, I do nothing that will send money in her direction.

But I still read fic. I still talk about the original 7 books and 8 movies from time to time. Occasionally I'll bust out my DVDs and rewatch GoF because it's my favorite of the series and she can't take that away from me.

Because those are done and no matter how many spinoffs or anecdotes she drops now those are completed works that I paid for years ago.

I engaged with and enjoyed that story for years before she outed herself as a bigot on a global level. I am mature enough to realize where to draw a mental and emotional line between what I enjoyed in the past and what I can currently support now that I have new information. I refuse to support her now and I look back on her past works with a much more critical and aware eye, but I will not and cannot pretend like it didn't mean something to me.

I refuse to shame my younger self for enjoying something wholeheartedly, for finding an escape and brightness in a story in a time before we all knew what we know now about JKR.

Not everyone can or is willing to do that, and that's their business. People deal with things in different ways and my opinion/thoughts/feelings don't invalidate how other people cope/handle the situation.

So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that, again, in my opinion, it's perfectly understandable to be upset and to feel betrayed. But that doesn't mean you have to try and erase it from your life completely if it means so much to you, if it helps you.

If you feel like you can draw that line then do so.

But if you can't, if you feel like it's all tainted now and the only way to cope with the situation is to erase all of it from your life then that's your decision.

But, again, that's just my opinion, that's how I've been dealing with things, and that in no way means that's how I think everyone else can/should feel about the situation.

#Harry Potter #RayRambles #JKR #Long post

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A very loose prompt: a while ago I found a bunch of Stone tower temple theme covers (especially NostalgiCore's and TheNamelessBard's covers), and that got me in a Revalink mood: first, a pretty straightforward idea of Revali and BotW!Link somehow walking around Stone Tower ruins and wondering just what those ruins were in its prime, and second: the tunes living on, and Revali or Link dancing to one of them while the other is watching (also, the fact that one of the catchiest fan lyrics go "danger lurks around every bend, you cannot succed alone; sing the song, let go of your grief, solider comes whose heart is stone" could be pretty easily made to fit revalink: both Link and Revali have reasons to craft an image of themselves as an unsheakeble warrior (Link literally stopped talking out of fear of saying the wrong thing, and Revali tries to look like the most arrogant Rito to ever walk Hyrule, despite evidence to the countrary) as someone who may as well have a heart of stone, and both of them have things they grieve about, so them going together through Ikana valley - a place that requires putting ghosts to rest - would sound a lot like fulfilling the lyrics. Bonus points if they actually need to solve the Stone Tower puzzles together to go back to BotW and key Ikana characters are still around to help them(not really ship relevant, I just thought it would be lowkey funny when BotW boys would bump into Ikana undead and learn that one of the Hero incarnations had shown up here already).

anon i first want to sincerely apologize it took me so long to answer this ask because (1) i never finished playing majora's mask so i can't write a good enough fic to do justice to mm lore and (2) it was sent during a time when i was probably prepping for an exam. i'm still prepping for exams, i have another one next wednesday 😭

but i still took the time to go find and listen the covers you were mentioned! i hope these were the right ones, because they went kinda hard ☝️😩 they both made me think about a tangled au like flynn rider!revali x rapunzel!link, like that one scene where everyone is dancing together in the town center or whatever lol. i couldn't find the one you mentioned with fan lyrics though but if you'd like to send them, or if anyone else knows where it's from, please do!

iirc, termina is a completely different world from hyrule and oot!link somehow gets in after an altercation with skull kid who has the majora's mask. spoilers for people who haven't played mm? but i just read that termina was a creation of skull kid's own mind so it's not even a real world 😳 so i'm interested to know how link and revali got into the stone tower temple in the first place, or if another temple of the same name perhaps exists in hyrule analogous to the one in termina. like would they run into skull kid somewhere in botw's hyrule? or find the mask on their own (since majora's mask is available in botw as dlc) and somehow termina still exists within the mask? link why the fuck would you put on the mask what da hell?

i would assume that termina's existence relies on skull kid's active envisionment of it and link's constant resetting with the ocarina that causes the perpetual three-day time loop and prevents the moon from falling. and in addition, that termina was created with the purpose of being skull kid's plaything to . hurt and kill people out of his frustration? like i said, i never got to finish mm so i'm kind of iffy on the details of the story sawrryy ✋😭 but it's like. does termina go against the conventions of time? if we assume that termina is a creation of skull kid's imagination, will it be able to continue existing as its own world? will it always be in a three-day loop or after oot!link saves termina, does it continue in a regular continuous flow of time, therefore resulting in the ruins of the stone tower temple? would places like clock town still be thriving thousands of years later? like what if link and revali met skull kid somehow in botw, pissed him off, got dragged in termina, and had to go exactly through what oot!link did in order to escape LMAOOO

i could imagine revali and link bickering about how the other was the reason why they got into this mess, and then they step into clock town from within the clock tower and are completely shocked because they were just in the lost woods and now they're in the middle of a town??? you mentioned wanting to see them meet key mm characters specifically from ikana, but since i don't know any of them (i'm sorry again 😭), imagine link and revali meeting anju at the stockpot inn just trying to get a room to sleep and anju being like. huh. your name is link, too? and having to explain to revali n link that a child in green with the same name and disposition as botw!link had come to termina years ago and saved their town from the moon falling and destroying it. and revali and link are just like. The moon was WHAT? and a CHILD saved you????

link and revali joining in during the carnival of time, and maybe the carnival of time now has a segment where they retell the story of the child in green who saved termina through song and dance, and link gets roped into dancing with the townspeople during the stone temple tower piece. he doesn't know the dance at all, but one thing about link is that he picks up very quickly on everything 😙 so revali is off to the sides of the town center with everyone else crossing his arms, watching link as he begins to catch onto the choreography and keeping in step with the rest of the dancers. he spins and twirls and claps with the other dancers, a smile growing on his face as the song continues, and revali is completely enamored. link had always been beautiful to him, but he was constantly surprisingly revali. this might become one of revali's favorite aspects of link's beauty now.

by the end of the dance, link is panting, sweating, and his cheeks are flushed with a rosy glow. revali's eyes are still on him; they never left link at all. someone nudges revali with their elbow and he glances at them briefly. "that one yours?" they say with a smirk, pointing their chin at link. revali looks back at link, who's smiling brightly thanking and complimenting the other dancers. the little hylian then catches revali's eye, and his bright grin becomes a shy, but warm smile.

revali's gaze softens. "he's not a object to possess," he says to the stranger. he watches as link bows slightly to the other dancers in farewell, then begins to jog back over to revali. "but if there's any possession occuring, it would be his hold on my heart." the stranger says nothing, eyes wide.

once link approaches, his jog falters into a walk. "have fun?" revali says, rather softly.

link nods, smiling. "i didn't think i'd learn it that fast, but it was a really fun dance."

revali hums. "well, it looked like you had fun doing it. ready to turn in for the night?"

"mhm," link replies, and revali can hear the drowsiness beginning to seep into his ever-slumberous songbird's voice. the little hylian then moves forward to cling to revali's wing, and the rito glances at the stranger who's been watching their exchange the entire time.

"enjoy the rest of your evening," revali says primly to him. he tosses his braids over his shoulder as they turn away to walk back to the inn. while he didn't "own" link, it was true, at least, that his heart was for link to own.

i don't want this to get too long and end up misremembering details or something, but imagine some of the lyrics of the stone tower temple song resonating too deeply with revali and link after they think about it later, so they ask anju about it and she tells them about the actual stone tower temple in ikana valley that the song talks about and maybe that's how they end up traveling to the temple, exploring the ruins, somehow getting booby-trapped inside, and having to complete old-school dungeon puzzles to get out 😄

that's all from me for now. if anyone else is interested in writing for this prompt, go for it 🫣

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #amihan's revalinkverse #ask #i tried my best to answer this and i still barely hit the points oh well lmao 🥹#i know i keep saying sorry anon but i rly am ㅠㅠ #i'm getting so many signs to go finish the game #one of my classmates sent me an audio recording of them playing the song of healing today like #WHEN THE SEMESTER ENDS ILL RESTART MM AGAIN!!!#“you cannot succeed alone” me when link and the champions #would the rito exist in termina if it was a real world #skull kid has never met a rito before that's why there aren't any rito in termina #he doesn't have the imagination to conjure up bird people in the dream world #i think i talked ab it before but #i hc that both revali n link hate the idea of someone being their “better half” bc really that shit is stupid #they both believe you should be good on your own so that with your partner you're incredible together #that's why revali acted that way when the clock town stranger said “is that one yours?”#he probably meant like. is that your lover. but revali is a prickly dickhead

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