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Greetings, I'm hoping you're having a great day and or night😊 I love your writing, you're talented! If your requests are still open, can I request Tav (female please) being insecure that she doesn't live up to Gales standards because he was with Mystra? Tav just tells him "I'm in love with you, but I'm nothing. I'm no Goddess" I love my romance with some angst🥲❤️

I finally have a little time this week to write!! I loved this request, thank you so much. I actually had two versions of this planned out, one where you aren't yet together (this one), and another set in post game when the two of you are together in Waterdeep (I might finish this version and post it at some point too) ANYWAY, I hope you enjoy!

With You | Gale x Reader

You were nothing when compared to a god, and Gale certainly wasn’t blind to that.

So you keep yourself at a distance. You convince yourself that this is for the best.

Of course, Gale notices.

Pairing: Gale/Reader

Tags: Love confessions, hurt/comfort, fluff and angst, first kiss, comfort, self-esteem issues, low self-worth issues

Ao3 Link: Baldur's Gate 3 Requests

Word Count: 1,037

Realising you had developed feelings for Gale was a complicated discovery on its own. Knowing that Gale’s previous partner had been none other than a literal goddess complicated it even further.

The two of you had grown close, and both of you would be fools to not admit that there was something between the two of you. But you hesitated everytime the opportunity to take things any further than friendship arose. Not because you didn’t want to, no; Gods, you wanted to so badly. But it was exactly because of Mystra that you hesitated.

Gale had been with a goddess before. A goddess. And you were just… well, you were just you. You were mortal, and you could never hope to possibly compare to the divine. And what if he was just settling for you? Was he simply lowering his standards? What if Mystra, for whatever reason, decided to return to her affections for Gale? Would he, despite everything that She had done, go back to Her? You were nothing when compared to a god, and Gale certainly wasn’t blind to that.

So you keep yourself at a distance. You convince yourself that this is for the best.

Of course, Gale notices.

Not immediately at first, but after a few days of you barely speaking to him, he can’t help but worry he’s done something wrong. There are no more late night talks by the fire; no walking just a little too close to be simply friendly during the day; no stolen glances. Nothing. Where there was once undeniably something, there is nothing. He curses himself for not saying anything sooner, for hesitating.

At first, he wants to assume it’s because you suddenly realised that he’s dangerous, that he’s volatile. Then he worries that you’ve realised he’s just not as impressive as you thought he was. Maybe his skill no longer impresses you, and if he doesn’t have that then what else is there? The thought that you look at him and see only what he thinks he is, a pathetic shadow of a man who once was.

Maybe it’s desperate on his end, but he’s not willing to just let this go. As much as he’s ready to wallow in self-pity, he needs to know. He can change, if that’s what you want.

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“I want to talk to you, if you have a moment,” Gale says before you can duck into your tent for the night.

“Alright,” you relent. “Let’s go for a walk then.” You lead the two of you out of camp, and Gale follows beside you. You can’t shake the anxious feeling that only grows with the silence between you two. Once you’re far enough away, Gale speaks up.

“I’m going to be perfectly transparent here; and if I’ve misread anything, do stop me before I embarrass myself too much.” Gale takes a breath, as if he’s already waiting for you to object. When you remain silent, he continues. “You mean a great deal to me, and I care about you a lot. In all honesty, I have feelings for you, very strong feelings. Now, a few days ago I had thought that you returned and shared my affections. But you’ve been quite different with me as of late. I know I am not owed an explanation or an answer, but I will still ask for one all the same.”

You freeze. Even though you knew this conversation would come eventually, you don’t know what to say. He’s here. He’s here and he just admitted that he felt the same way as you did, and yet you can’t bring yourself to answer.

“I just want to know if it was something I did. Did something change? As I said, you don’t have to answer, of course, I just… what happened to make you change your mind?” You can hear the nervous self-consciousness in his words, but it confuses you. How could he ever think it was something that he did when he had been with a goddess? How could he want you?

“No, nothing changed. It was nothing that you did. I promise.” You sit down, and Gale follows, sitting beside you.

“Then why have you been so cold with me? It isn’t fair to tell me I did nothing wrong when you go from spending so much time with me to barely even looking at me, let alone speaking to me.” He sounds frustrated, and you don’t exactly blame him. It was cruel of you to treat him so differently without an explanation.

“I’m sorry.” You finally bring yourself to look over at him. Even through his slight annoyance with your behaviour, there is hurt. “You deserve better than me,” you say finally. You watch his expression change to one of confusion. “You shouldn’t lower your standards for me.”

“What?” For once, you seem to have rendered him nearly speechless.

“Gale, I’m in love with you, but I’m nothing. I’m no goddess.”

A sudden understanding crosses his face.

“Yes, you are. You most certainly are.” He takes your hand in his. “And you are more than I deserve, I assure you. If you truly wish to remain no more than friends, then so be it; but if those worries were all that were holding you back, I assure you you need not entertain them any further.” Every word sounds so completely genuine.

“Are you sure?” You ask, despite yourself.

“Completely.” He lifts your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. The act and the way he looks at you is enough to push your worries aside for now. You can tell he means everything he says.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, in a rush of newfound confidence.

“I would like nothing more.”

The hand not holding yours rests against your face, thumb brushing along your cheek. You brush your fingers through his hair, and you feel him shiver. It’s a soft kiss, the beginning of things. When you part he rests his forehead against yours and both of you are smiling.

The walk back to camp is quiet, but comfortable. Gale doesn’t let go of your hand until you kiss once more and retire for the night to your tents.

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redtsundere-writes · 13 days

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Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mmafigther!sukuna ryomen x femcoach!reader

Part 10. Doubt

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Synopsis: Sukuna is a world champion with anger issues. It's believed by many that he is untrainable. Yeah, you can't train him, but you can dominate him. Contents: Fighting. Sukuna being Sukuna. Female reader being dom. Jinx AU (the BL, not the character from lol) Warnings: Cursed words. Fighting. Sexual harassment. I only read it once, lmao Word count: 3656 words. A/N: Sorry for not posting this yesterday, my life has been a fucking mess lately, but that's what makes it fun, isn't it? I tried weed for the first time, it helps a lot.

Btw I made a PLAYLIST

Aoi Todo, the champions’ destroyer. In the beginning, he was just another boxer on the big MMA scene. One more rookie among the candidates desperate for a fight. No one seemed to be impressed by his skills until he stepped into the octagon for the first time. Overwhelming victory after victory, climbing steady until he reached the champion of his division, Toji Fushiguro, a feared opponent due to his great career in the UFC. For being 40 years old, he still moved as if his bones were made out of rubber.

The first fight for the title of the heavyweight division was on everyone's mouths, the stakes went through the roof. A complete rookie threatening one of the most talented champions in the industry to take his place. Aoi defeated him on his first attempt by unanimous decision. Toji took it personally so he asked for a rematch that same night and the rest is history.

“Aoi Todo is a strategist by nature, we must plan this fight carefully,” Gojo commented while reading a sports article about our future opponent that Yuuji had found on the internet.

The official Sukuna team was back in the meeting room to plan what we would do to defeat the threat that attempted against the kingdom of the king of the ring. Sukuna couldn't take his eyes off the screen that was playing the last fight Todo had against Toji, the one we watched in the penthouse a month ago.

While he couldn't take his eyes off his opponent, I couldn't stop looking at him. He looked very attractive when he was focused. His crossed arms, his slightly raised eyebrow and his penetrating eyes caught my attention every time. Sometimes I just wanted to come up behind him, hold him against my body and… “What the fuck am I thinking?” I scolded myself, forcing myself to snap back to reality.

I was trying my best to get rid of my feelings towards Sukuna. It was unprofessional, and it was obvious that it wasn’t going anywhere. He still doesn't give me any signs of romantic interest in me, he avoids me when we are in the penthouse sometimes, and he still has his “special sessions” with Shoko. I feel like a fool for getting my hopes up just because he makes me to live with him and gifted me pajamas. It didn't help that I found him attractive long before I met him in person. “Just ignore it and the feeling will go away on its own,” I thought.

“He is a boxer by specialty like Sukuna, it would be best to stay in that area. Gojo will be in charge of training this time,” Nanami wisely recommended, attracting me again to the conversation.

That was good news for me. I would still be in training, but I no longer had to be helicoptering all the time to get him to do floor exercises correctly. Plus, I could watch him train and make mental notes on how to improve my boxing skills for when I make my big comeback to the octagon. It was a unique opportunity to learn from one of the best boxers on the scene.

"That seems fine to me,” I nodded.

"He will not be an easy opponent," Yuuji commented. "Not everyone can send a legend to retirement.”

After the legendary 3 out of 3 fight, Toji Fushiguro officially announced his retirement to the press. He wasn't doing it for Aoi Todo, but because he is already over 40 years old and knows his own bodily limits. In addition, he wanted to give the spotlight to the next generation of fighters, especially his son, whom he will personally train from now on. Which means Megumi had to quit Team Black immediately to return to his father's gym. Yuuji was a bit sad because he won’t see him as often anymore, but they promised to talk to each other daily.

As we left the meeting room, we saw that almost all the members of Team Black were gathered by the entrance, watching as several delivery men left large packages at the lobby. All professionally packaged. Sukuna didn't pay any mind to them and went to train with Gojo so as not to waste time.

"What are they giving away or what?" I asked Yuuji.

"Today is the best day at the gym! Tomorrow is Sukuna's birthday,” he answered with a twinkle in his eye.

I already knew that. For a week I have been looking for the perfect birthday gift for him, but it was more complicated than I thought. When Sukuna wants something, he just buys it without paying attention to the price, an enviable custom. What can you give to someone who can pay for almost anything with their black card?

"Every year he receives hundreds of gifts from sponsors, important gyms and other athletes who want to work with him,” Yuuji explained to me.

When I used to be the champion, I also got gifts like that, but they were 10 or 20, not 80 boxes that you can turn into a tower if you stack them. Yuuji excitedly took my arm to approach the pile.

"But those gifts are for Sukuna, why are we standing in line?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Sukuna never wants their gifts because he says it's a “waste” of space, so he give it to us," Yuuji explained with a smile.

Once the delivery men finished their work, everyone rushed over to the boxes to see what they had inside. Everyone opened the boxes and exchanged the loot depending on what it was. There were expensive sports clothes, top brand protein powders, energy drinks, cutting-edge electronics, flashy watches, leather wallets, etc. It looked like a crazy Black Friday sale.

"Nikes! Good thing I share shoe size with Sukuna," Yuuji commented as he opened a pair of red sneakers with his brother's initials engraved in gold on the heel.

I took one of the boxes that were at the bottom. It had the Adidas logo printed in black all over it. I opened it to take out a black t-shirt with “Ryomen” and the number 1 written on the back. It looked like an average soccer player's jersey. It was size L, so it was too baggy for me, but I could wear it as pajamas.

"What are you going to get him, Yuuji?" I asked him directly while hanging my shirt on my shoulder.

"A compression shirt like every year, Sukuna is a simple man," he answered without giving it much importance.

That was great advice. He always wears neutral-colored clothes, the penthouse has a minimalist style, and he sticks religiously to his routine. His only hobbies are swimming in his large pool and watching old movies at night. He doesn't go out with friends, eat sweets, nor go on dates. If Sukuna wasn't a talented fighter, he would be a very boring man.

Sukuna cornered Yuuji against the ring. His fists flew towards his face, sides, and abdomen. Yuuji raised his gloves towards his face to prevent him from knocking him out. He was among the other fighters who looked up to Sukuna as if he were the new messiah. His posture was perfect, his movements were balanced, and the power of his fists were impressive. My eyes analyzed the position of his feet, the distance between his torso and his fists and the slight curvature of his back.

Yuuji has a love-hate relationship when it comes to training with his brother. He likes training with him because that way they spend more time together, and he learns to fight better, while he hated it because Sukuna never holds back. He treats every training session as if it were a championship fight. Yuuji was hurting inside, but he was doing a good job of holding on. The older one focused on getting the knockout, so Yuuji put his guard up. Bad move. Sukuna changed his strategy mid-move and began to hit him at full power in the abdomen. His little brother doubled over in pain and fell against the floor.

"Son of a bitch, I can’t breathe," Yuuji murmured, taking off his helmet.

"Don't be a crybaby. C’mon, get up," Sukuna asked him, annoyed.

"The crybaby can't fight anymore," Gojo announced. Sukuna sighed exasperatedly.

"Fast. Someone get in the ring.,” the king ordered his subjects.

Since Megumi was not there to replace Yuuji as usual, the fighters looked at each other to see who would be brave enough to go up to face the monster. They all knew that they would face the same fate as Yuuji or worse. Since there were no volunteers, I decided to get into the ring.

"Really?" Sukuna asked me with an evil smile as I helped Yuuji take off his protective gear. He seemed to be in a good mood.

"I can learn a thing or two from you," I said as I put on the protective helmet.

"Aren't you going to hurt yourself?" He scoffed. He spoke as if we were in a showdown at an official weigh-in. Sukuna was trying to intimidate me, but I was going to erase his smile.

"My doctor said that my neck is completely healed, do you know what that means?" I asked him as I put on Yuuji's boxing gloves.

Sukuna and I approach the center to continue training. Sukuna started with a hook to the liver that I evaded with the body. Our feet moved simultaneously, making the canvas squeak.

"Are you going to leave?" He asked me before punching me in the face. I pulled up my gloves to avoid the impact.

"I already told Nanami, I'll leave after the fight and leave you in the hands of another coach," I told him before throwing a hook to his cheek. It didn't connect.

"Who gave you permission to leave?" Sukuna spat, approaching me suddenly.

"Myself," I backed away.

"What if I tripled your salary?" Sukuna hit me on the shoulder.

"It's not about money," I told him once to regain my balance. "I want to return to the octagon and get back my title."

"Are you going to fight or what?" Gojo scolded us with his arms crossed. We talked a lot and fought little.

Sukuna clicked his gloves and launched a killer combo at me. I barely evaded it and went ahead to close the distance, entering his territory abruptly. I threw the best punches I could, but it wasn't enough. I was so used to using my legs to win fights that I felt completely helpless if I could only use my fists. My hooks, jabs, and uppercuts were no match for Sukuna's powerful punches. They were direct and fast. With each blow, my resistance decreased. I could barely stand.

"Coach Gojo, it's time," Shoko asked out loud so we could both hear her. Gojo ended the fight. I was saved by the physiotherapist.

Sukuna pulled himself aside from my body to sigh heavily. I took off the helmet to lighten my body. He took off his gloves without looking at me, he was focused on his thoughts. Maybe processing the news I had given him.

"When I saw you in the ring after beating Naoya, I realized that I miss fighting a lot," I explained as I approached him shyly. What he was going to say next would only be for him. "I want to be like you," I whispered without looking at his face out of embarrassment.

Sukuna’s POV

It's been a couple of months since I've been living with Y/n, and I've learned a few things about her. She is direct, strong, knows what she wants, independent and... she is extremely cute without even trying. She walks around the house in giant shirts that look like short dresses, drags her slippers across the floor in the morning before drinking her coffee, and dances with her headphones on when she thinks no one is watching. How can a girl be so docile but so dangerous at the same time? She was like a cute kitten that can transform into a fierce cheetah in a second.

Little by little, my eyes have been drawn to her daily actions. How gently her hands move when putting on another fighter's boxing gloves, how his eyes move quickly when analyzing me from head to toe and how she pulls hair away from her face, tucking her unruly hair behind her ear. I would like to stop time, so I could admire her all as long as I wanted. I was starting to like her, but there was a problem…

"Do you think Choso and Y/n make a cute couple?" Yuuji asked me through the phone.

I removed the wet towel from my face to look at him through the camera with a frown. The hot water caressed my skin, the bubbles reflected my profile in a blurry way and the flame of the aromatic candle moved subtly. It was a great evening in the comfort of my tub, but Yuuji seemed to be in the mood to ruin it.

"What the hell is that question?" I scoffed.

"Do you want to know what Choso just told me?" Yuuji asked me while raising his eyebrows.

"Someday they are going to kill you for gossiping". I sighed in annoyance. My little brother is a good guy, but he often shares things that he shouldn’t. That's why I prefer to keep my thoughts to myself instead of telling him.

"It is not gossip, it called being informed," he defended himself. "But you really want to know this. Maybe your relationship with Choso will get better soon.”

Since we were kids, Choso and Yuuji have followed me like loyal soldiers. They accompanied me anywhere at any time, we were the powerful Ryomen trio for as long as I could remember... until that blonde bitch decided to ruin everything with her poisonous presence. Every time I think about what happened, my head hurts. I miss having Choso in my life, but I wasn't going to beg him to come back. It's not my fault he doesn’t want to believe the truth.

"Choso told me that Y/n would call him when she's the protector again. Basically she confessed to him!” Itadori exclaimed excitedly.

I closed my eyes and put the warm towel back on my face. I knew Y/n liked Choso since I saw it in her eyes when we were at the bar after my victory against Fushiguro, but I didn't see Choso as in love as he was with the unmentionable. Maybe it was because I was constantly seeing them, Choso tends to get nervous easily.

When Yuuji first told me, I didn't give a damn, but I overlooked one small detail. “…when I'm the protector again” What the fuck that’s supposed to mean? Did she perhaps believe she was a superhero, chosen by God or a WWE wrestler? I thought it was an weeb joke between them or something, but I was wrong.

"When I saw you in the ring after beating Naoya, I realized that I miss fighting a lot," Y/n approached me without looking at me, her eyes looking at the floor. It was strange to see her act so shy. "I want to be like you," she whispered so that only I could hear her.

My heart skipped a beat in confusion. I knew this would happen one day. She would be leaving soon. I didn't know whether to be offended or flattered by her words. Did she really have to tell me something as cheesy as that? She is the only coach capable enough to teach me how to do floor techniques, the only one who makes me give my 110%, the only one who pays attention to the details and makes sure I achieve perfection. I couldn't lose the only coach who tolerates my attitude.

But he knew he couldn't stop her. He is a free and wild soul, he will always do whatever he wants. There was nothing to fight if he had already made a decision,I knew it why she is similar to me in that aspect. She is a champion before being my coach. If the world doesn't move, she will move it.

"That's why I want to ask you to let me train with you," she bowed in respect. It was a sight worth capturing in my mind and admiring.

"I'm not going to be nice just because you're my coach," I warned her.

"I didn't expect you to be," she told me with a smile. Y/n looked relieved for some reason.

"We start tomorrow," I told him before leaving with Shoko to the therapy room. The last thing I saw when I looked back was her sweet smile that her lips let escape thinking I wasn’t looking.

The fucking alarm woke me up at 5 in the morning as always. I turned it off with a smack and sat on the edge of the bed to fully wake up. I checked my phone and the screen was flooded with happy birthday messages that people had sent me since midnight. I threw the phone on the other side of the bed to go get some breakfast.

The crash of a metal pot caught my attention. I peeked into the kitchen expecting to see the cook, instead I found Y/n in front of the stove wearing an oversized t-shirt with my last name on the back and her hair in a messy ponytail. My eyes couldn't help but roam the length of her legs. I knew she was wearing shorts, but the length of the shirt made it look like she wasn't. It was like she was my girlfriend wearing one of my t-shirts. My face flushed at the thought. “Shit, my last name looks great on her,” I thought.

"Good morning, birthday boy," she greeted me upon realizing my existence.

"And Mrs. Kim?" I asked her as I looked over to see what she was preparing, pretending that I hadn't spent a good time looking at her. On the stove there was an egg white omelet with spinach, the toaster had a couple of breads and in the blender a green juice.

"I told her to take the day off. I will be your cook today, that will be my birthday gift,” she responded with a smile.

"And this shirt?" I asked pinching the fabric.

"Adidas I sent it to you, but since you don't want it, I kept it,” she answered without further ado.

“Well, she looks better than me,” I thought, looking at her thighs when she wasn’t looking.

While we were having breakfast, the doorbell rang. Y/n went to see who it was, there were 4 delivery men ready to delivery more boxes full of gifts. By winning 2 consecutive championship fights, sponsor gifts tripled. Y/n watched open-mouthed as the gifts continued to accumulate at the entrance. All this was a nuisance.

“More garbage,” I huffed once the mailmen left. “Take care of this," I ordered Y/n before I left to get ready to go to the gym.

"Why me?” she wondered, offended.

"I don't have time to send everything to the gym," I answered without paying attention.

"But I'll be late for training!" She exclaimed annoyed.

"So what? We don’t need you much,” I answered with a mischievous smile, I knew that answer would upset her.

"Sukuna!" She squealed in annoyance once I locked myself in my room.

End of Sukuna’s POV

I made myself a cup of coffee to start opening the boxes and putting the gifts in plastic bags so it would be easier to transport to the gym. I sat on the floor to carefully dissect each box. Backpacks, accessories, and hundreds of special socks for athletes. I felt like a little girl opening presents on a crazy Christmas morning.

I opened a box that felt extremely light. Inside was a small red leather box with the Cartier brand engraved in gold. It seemed to be really expensive. Inside was a thin gold chain with a pendant with the initials “S R” engraved on it. Quickly notice that there was a note taped to the cover. This gift wasn't like the others, it gave off a more personal vibe. My curiosity got the best of me and I opened the note.

"Happy Birthday. I hope you take advantage of this.” -Yuki

"I'm leaving," Sukuna caught my attention.

"Wait!" I exclaimed before he opened the door. If this was a special gift for him, I'll have him wear it. "This bracelet will look great on you," I grabbed his left hand to put it on his veiny wrist.

"I don't like bracelets,” He released his hand from my grip and took it away.

I was going to tell him that it was from someone called Yuki, but when he grabbed my hand, my brain went blank. His large, veined hand held mine, so I wouldn't move it. His fingers brushed my skin and I could barely breathe. My heart was beating a mile an hour and I didn't know how to react.

"It looks better on you," he said before turning the chain so that he could see the initials on it. "Matches with your shirt," He winked at me and disappeared through the door.

He closed the door and left me with my mouth on the floor. Did I dream, imagine or wish it? Sukuna had bewitched me with a spell I didn't know existed. I looked at the thin gold chain decorating my wrist in disbelief. It jingled when I turned it to read and saw the engraving again that shone in the light. Sukuna, what does this mean? I don't want to get hurt again.

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queseraone · 18 days

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Talk shop Tuesday: describe your writing process.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

It's cute that you think I have a process... I'm a disaster!!!

My process is basically this:

have an idea

think idea sucks

waffle about idea

talk about idea

someone convinces me idea is worth writing

stare at blank screen

make a few notes

curse at my blinking cursor (sidebar: that's totally why it's called that, right? grrrr)

write a sentence

get fixated on a minute detail

google said detail like my life depends on it

decide that detail isn't important enough to include anyway

write a sentence

edit my previous sentence

write a sentence

give up and go to bed

wake up at 3am with a great idea and tell myself I'll remember it in the morning

definitely do not remember it in the morning

(alternatively: wake up at 3am with a great idea and make note of it on my phone... only to realize it's completely stupid in the morning)

write a few sentences

question everything

edit the same sentence 200 times

forget a very common word

google "how to write ____"

finally manage to write the damn fic

curse ao3 for demanding summaries

go back and look at my previous fics to see what I used for tags

wince

close my eyes

hit post

try not to check my emails because iT's NoT aBoUt ThE cOmMeNtS

fail miserably at the above

no comments = my fic is total trash / what was I thinking / is it too late to go delete it?

push down the overwhelming desire to somehow reach through my computer and hug anyone who comments

repeat?

Thank you 😘 Let’s talk shop!

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Alfina’s First Meeting Post

Seri Palace, Britania (11:57pm)

Clementine: You need to stop tossing and turning and go to bed, Lina.

Catalina: Leave me alone, Clem. I can’t believe the wedding is tomorrow. My hands are sweating just thinking about it!

Clementine: It’s not gonna take a long time. You just get ready, go to the cathedral, do the whole vow thingy, and bam! You can go home.

Indirah: You forgot the reception tomorrow night.

Clementine: Oh, that too.

Catalina: I’m not kidding, Clem. I swear I feel like my heart is about to pop out of my chest. I thought I was ready for tomorrow but I...I don’t know anymore.

Nora: Are you getting cold feet?

Clementine: Yeah, are you having second thoughts now? You want to bail?

Catalina: Can I? I mean, it’s not too late for us to just elope, right?

Indirah: Well, the guests are already here. It’s kinda too late for that.

Catalina:...

Clementine: Take a deep breath, Lina. You can do this. You’ve went through a lot of things to get to this point. If you can survive this wedding, you can do anything.

Nora: Clem’s right. And besides, you have us. We’re gonna make sure your wedding will go smoothly without any hitch.

*door knocked*

Catalina: Who’s that?

Indirah: I don’t know. Wait here, I’ll get it.

Indirah: *gasps* What the hell are you doing here? You’re not supposed to see her until the wedding!

Alfie: It’s past midnight, technically the two days rule has passed.

Indirah: Are you crazy? Do you want to curse your wedding? Go back to your room!

Catalina: Who is it, Dira?

Indirah: It’s Alfie.

Clementine: What the—tell him to go to bed. They can’t meet until tomorrow morning.

Indirah: You hear that? Go to your room. Now.

Alfie: I just want to talk to her. I promise it won’t be long. Hell, if you want it, I’ll just stay outside the room. We can talk through the door.

Clementine: *groans* Damn it. Why is he so stubborn?

Catalina:...it’s okay. We can talk.

Nora: But Lina—

Catalina: We’ll do it through the door. You guys can go to sleep. It’s getting late.

Clementine: Are you sure?

Catalina: Yeah. Maybe I’ll calm down after talking to him.

Clementine: Well, okay then. We’ll leave first. Come on, Nora.

Clementine: Don’t get any funny ideas, Alfie. I forbid you from crossing into this room.

Alfie: *chuckles* Yes, ma’am.

*door closes*

Alfie: Lina? You there?

Catalina: Y-yeah. Why did you come here?

Alfie: I just want to check on you. How are you feeling?

Catalina: Nervous. I think the AC is on max but I’ve been sweating non-stop.

Alfie: *chuckles* Same.

Catalina: You’re nervous too?

Alfie: Hell yeah, I am. Tomorrow’s our big day. I feel like I’m going to shit myself just thinking about tomorrow.

Catalina: *laughs* I guess we’re both feeling the same.

Alfie: I guess so.

Alfie: Y’know, I still feel like this is a dream. It felt like it was just yesterday when I first met you at the throne room.

Catalina: You were a brat back then. And you’re so mean to me too.

Alfie: Well, you were mean to me too. What was it that you said? My “stupid green eyes” is ugly?

Catalina: You called me ugly first.

Alfie: That’s because you said my face looked funny when I said your name sounds like a cat.

Catalina: We’re even then.

Alfie: *chuckles* Fine. You win.

Alfie: Do you think child Alfie and Lina would ever thought they’d get married when they grow up?

Catalina: *laughs* I’m pretty sure they’d throw up to even think about being in the same room.

Alfie: Damn, our child selves were so dramatic. I think we fought a lot when we were kids.

Catalina: It’s not that bad. We have our non-fighting moments.

Alfie: Really?

Catalina: Yeah. Like that one time when you stood up for me from Gideon.

Child!Gideon: How dare you! My grandfather will hear about this!

Child!Alfie: Go ahead. Go and tattle to your grandpa. Tell him what you did to Lina too while you’re at it.

Alfie: He was a prick.

Catalina: But you got in trouble for that.

Alfie: And I don’t regret it. Seriously, we were both Crown Princes back then but even I’m not as bratty as he was. He was a tyrant.

Catalina: *giggles* Sure, Mr. “I’m the future King, I’ll throw you in jail.”

Alfie: Urgh, don’t remind me of that. I’m so embarrassed everytime I think about what I said to you back then.

Catalina: Don’t be. It’s cute. Tiny Alfie was threatening everyone he knows with that.

Alfie: Don’t make fun of me.

Catalina: *laughs* Okay, your royal highness.

Alfie: *sighs* Thank you for accepting my proposal, Lina. And thank you for staying with me through everything. I’ve put you through a lot but you’re still here with me.

Catalina: Well, I’m going to be compensated very well in the future when I become your Queen.

Alfie: *laughs* That’s fair.

Alfie: I should get going. We have to wake up early tomorrow.

Catalina: Oh, yeah. Thanks for coming to see me, Alfie. I feel better now.

Alfie: No problem. I needed to calm my nerves too. That’s why I came here. Talking to you made me feel better.

Catalina: You’re such a sweet talker.

Alfie: Only to you, my dear.

Alfie: Goodnight, Lina.

Catalina: Goodnight.

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the-magpie-archives · 1 year

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so i saw your post about finding a dead body and having had even weirder things happen to you... care to elaborate any?

I do indeed care to elaborate! To start off with, all of this is true, but whether or not you believe it, it's pretty interesting.

So for a long time my friends and I have joked that I'm cursed because wherever I am weird stuff tends to happen. Sometimes this is just normal mundane odd things, weird coincidences or accidental predictions, but sometimes it's worse.

On that particular day I mentioned in my previous post I'd just started season 2 of tma and I made a silly joke about kinning Jon, thought nothing of it! This was back when I was in college so I went in for my classes, everything was fine.

Back then myself and a friend would walk around the city every day after class until around pretty late at night, which in hindsight was quite dangerous but we survived so how bad could it really have been!

Anyways, that day we went into Paddington Station to grab a coffee and upon entering saw a very dead man slumped on a bench. I won't go into detail but it was very clear there was nothing we could do for him. I'm as anti cop as the next person but in that situation there's not much else you can really do, so we found an officer, told him what was going on, and carried on going to get coffee. It sounds dismissive but we really had done everything we could do.

That was one of the most memorable times I've heard the 'Inspector Sans please report' announcement. There was never any investigation or report on the death, the guy looked homeless and like he'd overdosed so that's just not the kind of death that's newsworthy in a big city.

We decided to carry on with our usual daily walk, not really wanting to hang around the station after that. We ended up playing a fun little manifestation game as we walked, in which you basically decide an intention and walk whichever way you feel is right in the hopes of manifesting what you want. We weren't doing it seriously and my friend said we should try to find a celebrity, so I agreed, and we started. Neither of us said it to eachother at the time but we both felt uneasy about it.

We walked through Hyde Park and came out in Knightsbridge where we carried on walking. At this point the unease reached a peak point and we both admitted to eachother that we felt like something terrible was going to happen. Every car stopping and every person shouting felt like it would be the start of something awful, but what could we do except carry on?

We did carry on, for quite a while too. The feeling changed though, and i couldn't for the life of me shake the feeling that we were being watched, being followed, perhaps even compelled. I'm pretty big on spiritual stuff and I've been ghost hunting for years and this energy was NOT one that I liked at all. My friend was dead set on a certain route, down a particular street, and i DESPERATELY wanted to go that way too, but it just felt wrong. I had no reason to want to go that way, there was nothing interesting there!

At that point I stopped and told her I couldn't say why but that we should turn around. She really didn't want to, and i was worried we'd end up outright arguing in the street, but eventually she agreed. The second we turned round and started walking it started to rain. An insistent, heavy shower. It was weird, but that feeling of being watched left almost as soon as we were off that road.

It was around sunset by then, and we grabbed another coffee before splitting off to head home. My friend left to catch a bus, and i went to try and find the station. It had gotten dark, and Google maps said that Green Park Station was only a couple of minutes away, so I headed towards it, but my GPS was screwed up and I ended up taking a weird loop through the park itself and around the outside of The Ritz before I actually got there.

In that maybe 10 minutes of walking around alone, in the dark, even more strange things happened! For a start, in the park I nearly bumped into someone who was loudly chatting to their friend who just happened to be called Basira! I accidentally followed a cop to a little side entrance of the Ritz, and then managed to arrive at the station just in time to witness the aftermath of a bus accident!

Apologies for the long ramble, but that is the full story of that particular dead body, it's one of many adventures of the sort, and is definitely the sort of thing that made tma even more fun to listen to than it already is!

#Sorry it took me so long to answer this ask!! I wanted to answer it properly but I kept forgetting to!#Hopefully the answer is satisfactory 😌#If people actually enjoy these maybe I'll post more of them! There's certainly a lot I could tell.#It also kinda reads like a statement tbh #Very eye alligned statement #(not sure this really deserves the tma tag but it i s technically about it so it gets it 😌)#Tma #Magpie-answers #<- tag for if I'm ever brave enough to answer more asks

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Can't trust myself

Some comfort yet again, because I've been having a hard week, and Geto is a comfort character for me. I’ve been having some trouble with my psychosis symptoms, and it’s fucking scary so I decided to write some fluff. I know this probably won’t be a very popular post or won’t resonate with many people, but sometimes I’ve gotta just write for myself

You hadn’t been out of the house a single time during the last five days. Geto had been busy and he had barely been home other than to sleep. You woke up multiple times during the night, so you knew he was there beside you, but you didn’t want to bother him, so you just let him sleep. You spent the minutes you were awake looking at him and listening to him breathe. Every now and then you reached your hand to move his hair off his face, but each time you pulled your hand away in fear that you would wake him.

You’d barely been eating and you’d gotten out of bed only when you absolutely had to. You were so anxious you could barely function. Every little noise around the house made you jump, and you felt like crying all the time. You weren’t even sure if the sounds were real or if your mind was conjuring them up.

You were laying in bed for the fifth day in a row. Since Geto hadn’t needed your help with his little cult, you hadn’t had a reason to leave the house. The fridge was starting to look pretty empty and you were almost out of food, but you couldn’t care less. Maybe you would just stop eating too. You weren’t really sleeping, so what was a little hunger on top of that. You’d stop feeling it eventually, right?

Geto had noticed you hadn’t been dropping in to see him for multiple days now. He decided to ditch his responsibilities for a few hours and go check on you. He knew you had been tired and anxious, but he didn’t really grasp how bad it had gotten.

“I’m home love” he greeted as he closed the front door.

“Suguru, what are you doing here?” you asked, as you wobbled out of the bedroom, stopping in the doorframe.

“I came to see you, I was worried” Geto said and walked over to you, placing his hand on your cheek.

“Worried about what exactly?” you yawned and rubbed the back of your neck, before leaning your head into his hand.

“You of course” Geto said, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“It’s probably just a momentary slump, I’ll be fine in a week, hopefully…” you sighed.

“I hope so too, but I’m still going to be here for you, since you’re not fine now”

“Thank you” you sniffled, before hugging him so hard and suddenly he almost fell over.

“It’s okay, I’m here” he said, hugging you close.

You’d always felt safe with him. You’d always felt like you could tell him anything, so why was this so hard? He knew about your previous troubles with psychosis, so why was it so hard to tell him you were having a more active episode again. It had been a few years since the really bad phase, but it’s not like the symptoms had ever completely gone away. Your mind was starting to act up again, and it was scary as hell. Not being able to trust your own brain was scarier than any curse.

“I’m having trouble again Suguru. I keep hearing sounds and seeing things. I’m scared and paranoid constantly and I don’t know what to do” you muttered into his shoulder.

“That explains why you’ve been so anxious and stressed lately. How long has this been going on?” he asked

“About a month” you admitted as you took a step back from him, grabbing his hand and holding onto it.

“A month? Why haven’t you said anything?”

“I was hoping it would go away, but it seems that’s not the case” you looked down at his hand and squeezed it.

“Oh love” Geto sighed. He didn’t sound angry, more like a bit disappointed that you hadn’t come to him about this.

“I didn’t want to burden you. I know there’s big things coming up that you have to prepare for, and I really was hoping this was just a fluke” you sighed and looked back up at him.

“I’m gonna stay home the rest of the day. We can talk about what’s been going on with you” Geto said, squeezing your hand back.

“I know you have a lot to do, so thank you for staying with me” you smiled tiredly.

“I need you to be well, that’s also a big priority of mine. I hope you know that” Geto smiled that gentle close eyed smile of his.

“I appreciate the reminder” you chuckled.

Your stomach started to rumble, which made you realize you hadn’t eaten since last night.

“Hungry?” Geto smirked.

“Yes, but the fridge is pretty much empty” you noted motioning towards the kitchen.

“I’ll tell one of the monkeys to go get us some things from the store. What would you like?”

“Food. I don’t really have any particular cravings right now, so pretty much anything will do” you shrugged.

“While I take care of that, you look like you could use a shower” Geto suggested.

“You’re probably right, I’m gonna go do that” you yawned and stretched your arms towards the ceiling, before disappearing around the corner.

After a couple of minutes, Geto heard the shower turn on. He leaned on the kitchen counter and hung his head back. He could finally relax and exhale the breath he felt like he’d been holding in for days. He wasn’t happy that you were having trouble, but he was glad you had finally told him what was going on. Now he didn’t have to guess anymore. He just wasn’t sure what he could do for you. He was going to be there for you the best he could, that was a given, but he couldn’t be with you 24/7. He just had to believe you would be okay. The bad times had always passed before, so surely this would as well.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto suguru #geto x reader #jjk scenarios #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen comfort #jjk comfort #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #psychosis tw

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So I was re-reading Devil's Advocate yesterday and I was thinking to myself like, man that Bruce sure has a convenient excuse to Do All That, if he knows that joker happens to be innocent of the specific crime he's being sentenced for. I've read your post about this story and I was wondering how you think Bruce would act if Joker ever were to be sentenced to death for a crime he 100% did commit. Perhaps he'd suddenly take issue with the concept of the death penalty in general? I'm curious to know if you have thoughts about this. (also anonymous bc of side blog, but this is badnewbie)

Hey, @badnewbie! A very good question, actually, and one I’ve more jokingly discussed as a fic premise in the past. It was kinda funny to imagine that Bruce would break Joker out of jail or something, but if I were to seriously contemplate his reaction to something like this happening... I do think you’re right, and that he’d most likely attempt something against the legal system itself.

My money is on him trying to overturn the assumption Joker is sane and in control of his actions. In Devil's Advocate, the prosecution manipulated Joker's ego in such a way that he took credit for all his previous crimes in front of the jury, and made it clear he was fully calculated and premeditated in doing them. Joker was found guilty, and could not plead the insanity defense anymore, because he couldn’t stand not being credited properly and didn’t shut up about it. He tries to go with the insanity defense later, but it's too late -- and after that, he does have an attempt to manipulate Batman into finding evidence towards his innocence. But then he gets carried away by the attention he's showered with, like a dumbass. On death row, Gotham's eyes are fully focused on him, and he likes it so much he refuses to even help Bruce in clearing his name.

So, if Joker got put on trial for crimes he did commit, and perhaps someone managed to manipulate him into taking credit for it, enough that he got found guilty... the first thing Bruce might do is try to challenge that somehow. Submit evidence towards Joker's insanity and/or inability to control himself, in a similar way he challenged Spectre's attempt at judging Joker for his crimes, in The Spectre (1991) #51:

He argues a very similar thing to Etrigan, in Batman (1940) #546:

And, even to Jim Gordon, in Batman: Cacophony #3:

If Bruce argued against Spectre and Etrigan that Joker is a sociopath, a kind of "unholy innocent" who is incapable of telling right from wrong, I feel that he might try something similar if Joker got sentenced to death in the context of a trial. He couldn't let freaking supernatural entities that judge the souls of sinners kill Joker, so I'm figuring the government is nowhere near as big of an obstacle.

However, to be entirely fair, I have to mention that I think it’s more complicated than that. I obviously got long in talking about why, so I’ll put the rest of my thoughts under the cut.

I think the above applies the most to Bruce in his earlier years. He had a lot more hope back then for Joker's rehabilitation, and for his villains in general. But now, after decades of fighting Joker, he’s more frequently referring to Joker as a force of nature, a curse, the personification of chaos. He’s got a hard time reminding himself that Joker is just a man, as Batman: Death of the Family extensively shows. In Batman: Endgame, he even tells Eric Border that Joker isn’t crazy, he’s “just evil”:

So, I do personally believe the timing would matter; the when of Joker being found guilty for a crime he did commit. If it's similar to Devil's Advocate, and the instances I mentioned -- which are all around his first decade as Batman -- I do think Bruce would try to save Joker's life with the argument of Joker's insanity. He might pull strings as Bruce Wayne to get Joker the legal help required to appeal the decision to put Joker on death row, and likely succeed. But if it happened in current continuity, with a much more jaded Bruce who’s given up on thinking of Joker as reedemable... trying to do this would be a lot more complicated, especially because of the pervasive presence of the Family. In the past he had excuses, even if flimsy, to save Joker’s life; and Barbara might’ve understood Bruce being law-abiding and not letting Joker die for a crime he didn’t commit, but it’d be a big reach to think she’d condone Bruce trying to stop Joker’s execution for a crime he did commit. And can you imagine how Jason would react? I’m pretty sure Bruce would have to do it in secret.

No matter how you look at it, Bruce doing something like that now would require so much hypocrisy and selfishness and lying to himself... because after all this time and the things Joker has proven himself capable of, he knows Joker can control himself. But there are things about Joker he cannot admit to, without admitting the same about himself. King alluded to this a lot in Batman/Catwoman (2021). The identities of “Batman” and “Joker” aren’t their pain given shape; they’re what eight-years-old Bruce and the unnamed man who fell into the vat of chemicals chose to make of themselves, to deal with the pain. Joker pretty much spells it out in Batman: The Killing Joke too, that he took the emergency exit of madness -- that he consciously did so.

But that isn’t how it works for most people. You don’t choose your response to trauma, you don’t choose mental illness. In Selina’s own words, in #9:

But Joker himself cannot believe that... and neither can Bruce. Neither of them can accept they have a choice. So they both believe it about the other, too; Joker thinks the only valuable thing about Bruce is Batman, and Bruce thinks there’s nothing more to Joker other than evil. They reject the other’s humanity and in the process reinforce and validate each other’s delusions. They help the other believe what they want to believe of themselves.

This is a whole other can of worms though, and a big paranthesis. What I mean by it is that Bruce’s capacity to rationalize his own and Joker’s behavior has been heavily tested by the passing years; and that I would much more prefer a story with an older Bruce having to deal with the reality of Joker lawfully sentenced to death. It’d be so difficult for him, because choosing to save Joker’s life would have to come with some heavy admissions and revelations on his part -- about himself, and about his feelings regarding Joker.

If he does choose to save him, that is. I can’t help but be reminded of the short story The Last Smile from The Joker’s 80th Anniversary comic. Joker recounts his one nightmare to Harley, and it’s literally the scenario we’re discussing: the insanity plea stops working and Joker is in Blackgate, on death row. At no point does he even mention Batman trying to stop it, or attempting to save him, so clearly it doesn’t occur to him Bruce would try. Just like in Devil’s Advocate, Joker is rejoicing in the attention he’s getting. He’s seeing it as one last gag, an amazing exit to his own show, because Gotham condemning him to death will always be a form of winning for him. Either Batman or Gotham killing him is proving Joker’s point, so why would he try to stop it from happening? He delights in the way he’s driven Gotham to be just as hateful and monstrous as him. The reason why the dream is a nightmare, is only its ending:

Joker is pleasantly surprised that Batman would even show up... and the worst thing he can imagine is Batman laughing. Laughing as he dies. Otherwise, it’s clear Joker himself doesn’t believe Batman would do anything to intervene if he rightfully got the death penalty, and this does seem to indicate he wouldn’t even try to get Bruce on his side or save himself.

And perhaps Joker is right; perhaps in the absence of any excuse to hide behind, Bruce would have to let Joker die. Bruce needs even the flimsiest of justifications to act on -- this stands true for all the other times he’s saved Joker’s life, too. But tragically enough, Joker would likely not give Bruce a reason to save him... I can entirely see Bruce visiting him in prison and trying to get anything out of him that could stand as a reason for not letting him die, and not getting it. Bruce would then have two choices: allowing for it to happen, or facing the fact he personally wants Joker to live, and save him for his own selfish reasons. Bruce would have to admit he cares and do something very drastic that’d inevitably alienate him from so many of his friends and Family members... which is a tall order for his level of repression.

To conclude and not make this even longer, I think it’d depend a lot on the story being told. There’s a younger, more hopeful version of Bruce who’d more eagerly believe his own justifications when trying to save Joker’s life from the electric chair, despite his more seflish, real motivations. But an older version of him would undergo some very heavy conflict... and the tragic reality is that, in the absence of the narrative or Joker himself giving Bruce a reason to save him, it’s more likely he’d let Joker die. (And it’d haunt him.)

But anyway, thank you for the ask, and I hope you enjoyed the ramblings! This is all speculation since it’s clearly hard to tell what Bruce would do, so I’d love to hear your thoughts as well.

#ngl I kinda want a fic of this now #but the tragic version where Bruce does nothing and Joker dies #because time would pass and Bruce would have to deal with the absence #and eventually he might realize his feelings for Joker but it'd be too late. far too late. all he'd have is another grave to visit #:) why do I do this to myself #asks #batman #batman meta #bruce wayne #joker #batjokes #batjokes meta #my meta

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respectthepetty · 2 years

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Hello! I really like your posts.

I was wondering if you had a theory concerning Ayan's notebook. Akk didn't steal it, but he also never directly said that he didn't know who did. Does he suspect someone? Or did he collaborate with the thief and knew of his plan to steal the notebook all along?

Penny for your thoughts?

I originally had planned to write a lengthy post about this two weeks ago, but after Akk turned out to be the curse and not Namo, I thought I’d keep my wild theories to myself.

But since you asked…

TLDR: Namo took the notebook and gave it to Chadok, and Akk knows that Chadok has the notebook. Also, Thua’s stepdad knows Chadok. Oh, and Dika was in love with Chadok.

Now that you know how crazy this is about to get, take this as your warning.

I’ve mentioned before that I believe Chadok and Dika were either in a relationship or *very* close friends. It’s all based on how Chadok interacted with Ayan in front of the office when he saw Ayan’s necklace. The second I see a white rose pop up around Chadok, I'm going to go wild!

Because of this, I think he knows who Ayan really is or suspects it. He wants the notebook to see how much Ayan knows about him and Dika. *put a pin in this*

However, I think Ayan is planting false information in the notebook because he is determined to figure out what the school does to those who don’t follow the rules, much like what happens in the book he is reading.

Chadok is not the principal. He is the head of the student welfare office, yet he is the authority in punishing the students. He could have directly punished Ayan in the hallway when he saw him “out of dress code” but instead he makes others do the punishing like the teachers and Akk. This makes me think he has Namo involved to get the notebook.

I suspected Namo was the curse because he wants to be a prefect, he is always shown when The World Remembers is protesting, and Thua directly looks at him when the notebook goes missing.

When the school received the texts to not join in the protests because of the curse, Thua was with Namo and told Namo the curse wasn’t real. Namo looked taken aback, but the way Namo acted in this previous episode by sneaking up on Akk and telling him the curse would return makes me think Namo has KNOWN the curse is Akk as well. If Akk isn’t willing to do the job, Chadok probably recruited Namo to do his bidding. And strangely enough, Namo just happened to be outside of the school the exact same time as Ayan...as if he was following him.

Ayan mentioned that Thua’s stepdad went to the same school as them. Kan has mentioned it as well. Both of them have mentioned that the stepdad should know something about the curse, but the night the stepdad comes to pick up Thua, he asks Thua how school was (like he is curious), and to fill the silence, Thua turns on the radio. The radio is talking about the upcoming eclipse, and the stepdad immediately tells him to turn it off as if he is scared.

Now, this is where it gets murky *take that pin out from earlier* – Chadok is like Akk, and Dika is like Ayan. Chadok was the curse when he was in school, which is probably the same time Thua’s stepdad was in school. The stepdad genuinely believes in the curse, which is why he sent Thua to school there to scare him straight. If Chadok was creating the curse when he was in school and tried to continue this *tradition* through the new prefects, Dika might have found out. Much like Ayan is being with Akk, since Dika loved or was *very* close with Chadok, he wanted Chadok to come clean, but Chadok didn’t. This is where the split happened with Dika.

Once again, Chadok wants to know how much of this Ayan knows.

Chadok was “gone” when the notebook was stolen but was on campus late at night picking up something from the office – possibly the notebook before Sani came in. Very convenient that he was gone the same day the notebook was stolen, huh?

Akk also went immediately to Chadok’s office when the notebook was stolen as if he knew Chadok would have it.

Ayan directly asked Akk if Chadok was behind this curse business, and Akk told him no. THAT’S A LIE! Even if Chadok isn’t directly telling Akk what to do, he has had too many one-on-one conversations with Akk where he alludes to the stomping out the protests for Chadok to not intentionally know what he is doing.

Finally, next week’s episode shows Akk in the school looking for something. I think he is going to search people’s lockers for the notebook and stumble upon something bigger – that Chadok does, in fact, have it...as well as a lot of other curse-related stuff.

Save the penny because I think Wat is going to create a short film about the injustices of the school and frame it around his friends falling in love while Kan is trying to play matchmaker for Akk and Ayan. I'll be back with more wild theories and might need that penny later.

#the eclipse #the eclipse series #who took the notebook #kimlock holmes

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babstheyaga · 10 months

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Fear Me Or Die: Chapter Ten: Stick Up For Yourself, Day 3

Pairing(s) for chapter: Ratchet/Reader, BumbleBee/Reader, Optimus/Reader, Jazz&Reader, Arcee&Reader

Previous Ch. - Next Ch.

Word count for chapter: 4.9k

Rating for chapter: Explicit

Warnings for this chapter: Degrading, curse words, blood&gore, attempted sexual assault

A/n: (from Ao3): I'M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE!!! Please don't kill me T-T I've been dealing with a LOT recently, but after getting a few people on AO3 and Wattpad say they miss this story, I just gave up and posted this chapter. I meant to on the 11th, but I got so distracted with a mania phase, plus BPD phase so I was hyper-focused and fixated on Overwatch and writing about it. I'm going to try and get back into the rhythm of things and post like normal, and I'm sorry it took a month :WAH: I'm just struggling a lot mentally and needed a break from Transformers to focus on something that made me really happy like Overwatch.

I'm going to work on chapter 11 here soon, hopefully get it into the swing of things again. In the mean time, ENJOY THIS CHAPTER!! I love y'all, and I promise I'm not ditching this story!!!!

I could hear Ratchet from the kitchen, he was in the living room talking to Optimus who was on the couch. My eyes were stuck glued to the flooring, my sandwich in hand and confidence out the window, I struggled to get ahold of myself but after being forced to sit in silence for a good 15 minutes, I found myself pulling it together.

I held my egg salad close to my chest like it was a precious diamond that I searched years for, it was the only thing giving me comfort, and I needed it by me desperately.

Ratchet was mumbling to IronHide just on the outskirts of the kitchen. Did I dare look to him? Probably not. I just wanted to morph into a ball of nothing. But he caught my mental attention from my side view, coming over to me, still mumbling like he was lost in thought, or cursing someone under his breath like a scene from Harry Potter.

“Let me see them.” The redhead demanded.

My dark, exhausted and mournful eyes looked sluggishly up to him. Our hues connected, and his brows folded upward ever so slightly like he was saddened by my sight. He stared, the orange in his irises glowing big and bright, yet he had a sense of grief in them. I asked him silently what he meant, and he looked down to my sandwich, being incredibly gentle, as if handling a new born baby, to take hold of my wrists. He took the barely eaten sandwich from my grip, sitting it to the side and taking his time to look at my palms.

“You've been picking at them...” He discoursed, bringing a soft index and middle to touch the terribly healing scabs on my palms. He lifted my fingers, examining my cuticles, and his lips formed into a thin line, brows folding downward in frustrated thought.

“I wish you would stop scratching your nails, you're making them bleed.” He wasn't lecturing me, but simply showing concern. I was astonished that someone like him could even do something like that. I wasn't sure how to react, but when he took in a breath and sighed lightly, I looked down to my hands in quiet shame.

“Are you going to let me wrap her hands?” Ratchet asked, blinking to the blonde muscle man sitting on the table in the dining room. He was eyeing us down, a skin crawling scowl on me and he glanced to the redhead as he spoke to him.

Why? She's fine. BumbleBee directed, my heart hurting that he wasn't going to allow the medic to heal me fully.

“Because she can get a infection and die.” He told back, a sudden harshness to his tone that was laced with annoyance... He was sticking up for me?

You think I give a ??? I assumed he was cursing, though I wasn't sure which word he was using...

I jumped a little when I heard a deep voice clear their throat, Optimus coming into view when I flicked my eyes over to the owner. He was standing long and tall as usual, his proud stature surprising me that he was somehow lengthier than the fridge he stood next to. With his hands behind his back, he stalked BumbleBee with a glare, the freckle-faced, beaten male straightening himself, clearly not wanting to be disrespectful towards the Knight of all people.

Do it. He signed, running a hand down his face in distress.

I despised the fact that I couldn't stand up for myself anymore, the lingering threat of when Optimus leaves making every part of my mind go on red alert. I was terrified to think of just what not only BumbleBee, but also Arcee can, and mostly likely will, do once he's gone.

No crying. Don't cry. I'm banning myself from crying ANY more. So suck it up!

The voice of Optimus brought me back from my soft mental break. He approached me on the left, while Ratchet rummaged through a first aid kit I didn't realize he had to my right. He came to my side, bringing a hand from behind his back to my face, being as soft and gentle as a cotton ball when he pushed a fly away behind my ear, bringing it out of my sight and lifting my chin with his bent index.

“How was your food? You did not eat much of it, I see.” He sounded disapproving, and when our differing sights caught together, I focused on his demeanor. I wasn't sure how to speak right now, let alone talk to a monster like him. I found it difficult to even listen to Ratchet, not to mention use my voice and words with Optimus... Oh, god... Here we go again with the lectures...

He watched me greatly and with care, but everything inside me was shocked when he didn't debate me on speaking, instead turned to BumbleBee, ignoring my jump of surprise at his sudden movements.

“Has she had anything to drink?” His tone was calm, and I listened intently to what the two of them were saying to each other.

Not that I know of, no. BumbleBee answered. Optimus didn't even need to give him a second glance before he pushed himself off the table, taking slow strides to the dishwasher, opened it and grabbed a misty glass from the hot fog coming from the washer. He went to the fridge aside him, opened it then took out a water container where he filled the glass and made his way over to me.

He leaned past Optimus, snatching my hands in his and forcing the cup into them. I gripped it and glanced down to it, feeling the absolute dehydration causing my blackening sight to make my mind go crazy. I rushed to bring it to my lips, almost downing the entire thing in one go.

Optimus pulled it down, telling me a cool and understanding, “Slowly, dear.” I reset myself and pulled it to my lap, letting my mouth prop open slightly to catch my breath. Optimus didn't let his serious eyes off of me, but he spoke to BumbleBee, who was also staring at me with his arms cross... Glaring like a madman at me from behind the dark one.

“If you do not take care of your wife, BumbleBee, then there will be consequences.” He told, lifting his knuckles to the end of my chin to wipe a line of water dripping down my mouth as I tried to drink again.

“You did your job as her Alpha to teach her place. But she will act out again, expect it and do not be fooled by her obedience, for an untrained type B is bound to become defiant again.” He pushed down the glass again, watching me like a hawk.

“She will become compliant in time.” He finally turned to him when he was comfortable that I was able to drink on my own.

“When we leave, I expect you to take care of her well, only punish her when she steps out of line. You want a deferential wife, not an abused puppy.” He ordered, BumbleBee nodded dutifully. “I imagine she will do as she is told, correct?” He turned to me who was nursing my water like a child.

I didn't reply out of pure unconsecratedness on the subject but that wasn't doing it for him. The black male cleared his throat. I blinked up to him in a fit of nervousness, looking to the two of them then nodding. “Yes...” I agreed, losing my thoughts a little on what exactly I was agreeing to. Optimus tilted his head down a little as if nudging me in the right direction, and I caught on immediately. “Sir! Sir, yes sir- yes... Sir...” I fumbled out.

D-u-m-b-a-s-s. The mute insulted. Optimus cleared his throat, a slight threat, but BumbleBee didn't apologize. Eat your food, Mistake. He corrected. I still felt annoyed by that name...

Ratchet caught my attention again, he apparently was waiting for a short moment for the talking two to tell me to eat before he came up to me again. He took the drink out of my hands, sitting it beside my sandwich and he was affectionate to inspect my palms.

He started to mumble to himself, I was only able to catch a word or two, my small knowledge about medical supplies helping aid in my understanding that he was talking about what to use on my open wounds. “Small sting...” He said more coherently, I prepared myself when he went over them to get the fuzz and gunk out of the scabs with a small cleaning rag. My brows and lips twitched in pain, but he was being as considerate as he could.

He got done cleaning them, now moving to the tongue depressor with some kind of cream or ointment and wiping it across them. Then he started to wrap them in the gauze, being sure to wrap my fingers one by one, telling me, “This way you can't pick at them...” In a cursing grumble. “That's done...” He rumbled, then was quick to lift my feet and glance at them to make sure they weren't bleeding.

Ratchet nodded, turning to the first aid kit, closed it then dragged it down to his side. “She's all clean, don't let her get hurt again.” The redhead dared the blonde across from me. He rolled his eyes, but tried not to be too obnoxious when he came to my side.

BumbleBee picked up the sandwich I had forgotten about, pushing it into my hands, and lifted it to my lips where I took a nibble of it. It was the small amount of pleasure I experienced while here, the intense pain and torment was exhausting, so a small moment of just being able to sit and eat a sandwich was something I never realized I needed.

I could hear rummaging in the living room, or perhaps down the hall, but with Optimus and BumbleBee standing over me, watching me slowly take bite after bite of my bread, I decided against looking up towards it.

I thought maybe Jazz was up and at 'em again, wreaking havoc on our ears, but Optimus moved to his side, the brute turning to look. Coming into view was Arcee, stumbling down the hall like she was completely plastered... I felt awful just seeing her.

She looked up from the wall she was clung to, her dead eyes staring over at the three of us, and her bruised, bloodied face didn't show an inch of expression. She took in a breath, puffing up her chest when Optimus took a proper glance at her. I could tell she was struggling to stand up straight, so as she made her way over to us, almost tripping over her own feet multiple times, fumbling to us when she clung to the dish washer handle to steady herself. She tried to play it off that she was just leaning on it, but even I could tell she was in immense pain.

“Good morning, Arcee.” Optimus greeted, she flung two fingers away from her forehead.

“Mornin', Sir.” She said back, her voice sounding like a dying cat.

“Have you had time to recuperate yourself?” He asked, leaning his head to the side, clearly knowing better.

I studied them both patiently, trying to get a feel for how Arcee was feeling, or more importantly, how Optimus was reacting.

“Yes, Sir. I feel-” She choked on something in her throat, but pushed it down. “Much better, Sir.” She obviously lied... Jesus, did I do this?

Are you hungry? BumbleBee asked, seeming concerned.

She sucked in air through her nose, puffing up her chest again and flinching to cross her arms. She flicked her eyes around the three of us, landing on Optimus then closed them in fake thought. “I'm starved, Bee.” She breathed out. I could see Optimus analyzing them like an officer.

I watched BumbleBee start to go to the freezer, pulling out what looked like a TV dinner... It seemed everyone had their own dedicated food, I made a mental note of that. It didn't have the box container as he just stuck it into the microwave, the instant familiar hum filling the strange silence.

Optimus turned to BumbleBee, “Make sure to give your wife more water, we will be leaving to Florida soon.” With that he turned and made his way to the living room where he spied on the slowly growing crowd.

When Jazz, who was standing with his arms crossed in front of CliffJumper, noticed that Optimus had left the kitchen, he pointed it out to the raven-haired male and they came over to Arcee's side.

CliffJumper leaned down and whispered something in her ear, she nodded in response and before I could hear her speak again, Jazz caught my attention. “Aww sick, Doc gave you gloves-! Oh, those are band-aids... My bad.” He seemed to joke, I couldn't tell. “What's goin' on in the...” He looked to BumbleBee, “What name did you give her?”

Mistake. The blonde replied... I bit my tongue.

“Mistake? That's fucked-”

“Jazz.” Optimus tested, not looking over his shoulder at the male, just staring into the living room as if bickering with the silver fox wasn't something he cared much about.

“So what's goin' on in the Mistake world? Heh...” He corrected, I stared mournfully down at my sandwich.

“I just want to eat my food...” I replied back, my voice barely audible. Jazz hummed in response, bringing his hand up to my egg salad and spreading the bread, making me almost snap at him to get his mitts away from my goddamn food!

“Egg salad? Thought you hated that stuff, Beebster.” He crossed his arms, but not before wiping his fingers on my shirt. I wanted to strangle him till his head popped like the fucking pimple he is.

Why do you think I gave it to her? He said back.

I felt myself dip in a little. “Then what do you eat?” I kind of argued, resetting myself instantly before I got into even more trouble. “I-I just... Haven't... Seen you eat much...”

What's it to you? He barked, I looked back to my sandwich as to not bicker more. And trust me, I wanted to.

“He likes his PB. That and those damn protein shakes! Ha!” Jazz laughed.

CliffJumper, who was examining Arcee's neck... Rather thoroughly... Looked up from his hold on her and towards me. “Bee's got an eating disorder. He ain't like food a whole lot.” He explained, I found myself... Shocked.

Jazz nudged me with his elbow, “Makes me wonder how a homie can get so fat if all he eats is peanut butter, chocolate, and protein shakes!” He broke into a fit of chuckles.

BumbleBee moved away from CliffJumper to lift his arm, flexing his rather big muscle, and said, an awfully insulted, F-A-T? How the h-e-l-l is this f-a-t you ??? skinny ???

“Brotha' got that dang dad bod.” The white-eyed male shook his head in amusement.

Dad body my a-s-s! You won't stand a chance in an arm ???

“Arm wrestle me? Hells nah homie, take up Mr. Loverboy over here on that, he finna kick your toosh.” I could tell he was trying not to cuss, and it made my heart lighter that he was trying so hard.

CliffJumper looked up to Jazz in a fit of worry, putting a finger to his lips and zipping them shut, but was quick to turn to BumbleBee beside him. “Kid doesn't stand a chance.” But the blonde seemed amused.

Oh yeah? He smirked, crossing his arms and CliffJumper nodded.

“Don't test me, kiddo, I'll whoop your ass.” He cracked his knuckles, and Bumblebee nudged his head up as if showing he's not intimidated. “You wanna go?”

Bring it old man. He dared, stepping away from the kitchen and going to the dining room beside it, sitting in the chair rounding the edge of the table. CliffJumper laughed darkly, cracking his neck and going with him to sit in the opposing seat.

Jazz moved in between Arcee and I, leaning on the counter behind him and watching the fighting two start to arm wrestle. “Bets on Bee, pack of ciggies.” He bet to Arcee.

She pushed his shoulder, “You're on.” And we sat and watched the two struggling.

I found myself wondering what CliffJumper was talking about... BumbleBee couldn't possibly have an eating disorder! Especially if he boxes! I needed to know more, so I leaned over to look at Jazz properly.

“He has an eating disorder?” I kind of whispered, like I was scared to be heard.

“Who, Bee? Oh yeah, yeah...” He tilted his shades down to look at me from over them, only glancing in my direction when talking as he watched the wrestling two. “I forget the acronym, like R-...”

“It's ARFID, Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder.” Arcee chimed in, leaning over him to look at me.

I nodded, but still found myself confused. “So what does he eat? I-I mean... I saw him eating M&Ms and... Um... Peanut butter, but...” I wanted to know this, why? I kind of laughed at myself mentally.

“Like I said! PB, shakes, and chocolate!” Jazz joshed, but Arcee pushed his shoulder.

“He eats, trust me, he eats.” She comforted, “He gets most of his protein from his shakes though. But on his bad food weeks, he needs a little more help- speaking of which- BEE!” She called out, making the male look up from the tussle, clearly not breaking a sweat. “Tube, come on!” She demanded, pushing herself sluggishly off the washer, clapped her hands, and waddled over to the two.

“Not now-” CliffJumper cursed, holding his breath with how focused he was. “'Bout to-” His arm was shaking, “Win this thing-”

“Well hurry up, Bee needs his go-go juice!” Arcee walked over to BumbleBee's side of the table, gripping his shoulders and whispering something in his ear.

“His liquid cocaine!” Jazz cheered. Arcee smiled up at him and held down a laugh.

“His xan-y in a can-y!” She added.

“His jitter juice!” What?

“Come ooonnn CJ he needs his wake-y and shaky!” Um...

“He needs to inject his number 8!” Are these two okay?

CliffJumper's annoyance showed as he roared a loud, “SHUT! UP!” But that didn't seem be enough as BumbleBee's smirk grew, taking only a second to slam the opposing male's hand into the table to his left.

“GOD- FUCKING-” CliffJumper cursed, rushing up and pointing a daring finger at Jazz, “If you didn't shut your YAP then I would have-” Arcee came running over bringing her hands up to his face and smooshing it.

“Ohhh look at the little baby! Little baby doesn't want to get kicked in the butt by Optimus, now does he! No no no, so why doesn't the little baby join Bee in the living room!” She mocked, making me totally lost on the relationship between these people...

I leaned into Jazz, “Are they a thing?” I said in as low of a hush as I could manage.

The white male cleared his throat, looking automatically to Optimus before blinking to me. He stood up straight and crossed his throat, as to tell me not to talk about it...

Jazz took a second to make sure I got the message, then ran a hand through his hair, and shook it off, turning his attention to the fridge aside the sink. I flicked my eyes away from him, them landing on the threesome crowding the dining room.

Optimus' back was still away from us, his hands behind his back as one held the other's wrists. Even from over here I could tell they were gigantic... Just looking at them made my mind wander away from the norm, going to dark territory and into the land of the past. I hadn't seen my face in a couple days, but I knew the markings on my neck were still fully there, the terrifying thoughts of his fingers on my skin making my mind go AWOL... I just wanted to be okay, but looking at him was like reliving everything again.

When the midnight male noticed I was not with BumbleBee, he searched the smaller male for something, then turned to where I was. I still had my sandwich in my hands, the thought of eating it erased from my mind, but I didn't want him to think I was staring, so I looked back to it.

I could feel the panic lace my upper stomach as I heard his heavy, loud footsteps approach me. My brows folded downward, my lips pouting out accidentally in frustrated fear. I could see him in my peripheral view, his hand reaching up to my face again to tuck another flyaway behind my ear.

“Do you not like your food?” His deep, calm voice was chilling to my ears, I honed in on my sandwich. My fingertips squeezed the white bread lightly, leaving indents in it from the many times I've attempted to eat it. He played with the fuzz on the bottom of my lobe, the earring twiddling in between his thumb and pointer, I didn't answer him, my mouth clamping shut the second he spoke, I doubted I'd be able to say a word to him.

His hand toying with my ear moved down my face, ending at my chin. I expected him to force my head up to look at him, but instead, his thumb played with the side of my cheek, slowly moving over to brush against my bottom lip. The smoothness of his skin on my broken and busted flesh made my brows twitch in slight pain, the cracks of dryness and open scab from when BumbleBee had hit me the first day here...

Even when I wasn't looking at him, he felt the need to cause me pain, I was tortured by this man, and I found myself time and time again being put back in front of him. I didn't want his touch on me, I can't stand it, so I moved my head to the side, removing his hand off my lips, off my skin, and most importantly just off of my body.

I shaded my sight with my lids, glancing to my shoulder and staring half-lidded at it like I was ashamed of the man in front of me. He stood still for a short second, my vision unable to see his face, until he put either hand on the counter-top beside my hips, leaned down to my ear, and cornered me to the spot.

He was deathly close to me, his freshly sprayed cologne betraying my mind into thinking this was a pleasant moment. His eyes glowed on my skin, radiating into my hues and I tried not to think about it, I didn't want to look at him, not this close, not at all!

I released the sandwich in my hands, it dropping to my lap. I put one hand to his chest, daring to press him away, while pushing the other behind me, making sure I don't fall backwards. He was mere centimeters from me, it was suffocating, and I'm sure he knew that. He would have to be blind to not see how close and uncomfortable he was making me, I just wanted to be left alone, why is that so hard for him to understand?

I could feel his breath on my ear, my air leaving my chest with one quick exhale as he began to speak, his voice strong but hushed, “The bug may tolerate disobedience, but I won't.” I rushed to mumble quiet, baby like sighs of an apology after apology, but he shushed me, saying, “Quietly, dear. In time you will learn where you belong.”

His hand on the outskirts of my hip moved up, brushing up my thigh, making my skin pierce with bumps, tingles, and red alerts. He was gentle to brush them down to the end of my blue boxers, tugging on the ends and I took in a sharp breath through my mouth.

“I can have you smitten in two days time, Omega.” He threatened, I tried to dip my head back away from him, doing anything to get away from him.

The oversized boxers did me no justice, he oh so easily slid his hand up the side of my thigh, inside the cloth and touching the top of my backside that I had never had anyone touch before. It was so unnatural, it was so uncomfortable and nerve wrecking, my body reacting to his touch told me this wasn't what I wanted... But who was I to say? The only experience I've ever had was reading smut stories my friends would send me as a prank read, but surely being touched is supposed to feel good!

… Does this feel good?

His warm, huge hand barely scratching my skin on my bottom made my stomach do flips, his breath on my ear made my neck tingle like I was being caressed, and his words... God, was this what it's like to be turned on?

“Stop.” My voice was stern, the sudden air in my lungs aiding me greatly, I pressed my palm against his chest, pushing ever so slightly. I wasn't sure if it would work, but the confidence in me was intense, I needed this to stop, and I would pitch a fit if I have to.

Our sights connected when I turned to look at him, his glow never fading, yet he glared down at me like he was going to eat me alive. I stared up at him in a bundle of my last bit of courage, but still not enough to fully push him away.

“I'm BumbleBee's Omega.” I demanded, the first thing that popped into my mind, though it pained me more than a knife in the heart to say it.

His stare on me made my hands weak, but I wasn't going to back down. I will play every card in the book to these low lives if it means I will stop being harassed and abused.

“You really want the bug more than-” He dipped down to me, testing my levels, but I held my ground.

“Yes. I do.” I snapped back, pushing him with both hands this time.

I could see the glow in his orbs flicker, and my heart dropped.

Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me.

A short minute passed, like the cogs were turning in his head at what I said, but when the sound of Arcee's laugh caught his attention for a second, I saw the chance to drop down in front of him. He was stooping over, and he was ridiculously tall, so it was easy to squeeze by him.

My feet padded on the floor to get away, and when I looked around, the area around me didn't register, instead my head spun at top speed, my stomach feeling like a wind turbine. I put a hand to my mouth and darted for the bathroom, passing by a few rooms before I barged into it and hung my head over the toilet as I spewed my guts out.

I struggled to catch my breath, heaving on water and feeling every bit inside me regret saying a goddamn word. My head was in circles, the unforgiving sickness before me as I puked up nothing but liquid, I gripped onto my stomach as I emptied it.

“Yeah she's fine!” The sudden shout made my life flash before my eyes, and when I looked up, CliffJumper was leaning on the side of the door, one hand on his hip and the other above his head as he laughed at me. “Bitch's just scared of Optimus.” He said lower, only for me to hear.

“Get out.” I barked, he shook his head.

“Not happenin'.” He laughed. I went to close the door, but he stuck his foot in front of it. “Fat chance, kid. Get your ass up and go to your husband.” He mocked me and I really wasn't in the mood.

“I need a minute, please leave.” I tried again, but instead of moving away, he pushed himself off the wall, going to the mirror and flipping his head to both sides as if checking himself out. “You fucking Autobots are the scum of the earth...” I hissed under my breath, flopping my forehead in my hands.

“Aww, ya' see that's hurtful, Mistake.” Jazz's voice made my nerves spike, added with the name made my last annoyance crack.

“STOP CALLING ME THAT! I can't get a MOMENT alone?! I'm literally throwing my fucking lungs out! You people belong in an insane asylum!” I was exhausted, and it was definitely not called for, but I didn't even realize the things come out my mouth before it was too late.

I heard the stomping of footsteps, and I knew I was screwed. Jesus fucking Christ what is wrong with me?!

BumbleBee came into view, a IV that Arcee was carrying attached to his upper chest. He looked infuriated.

“I'm sorry- It literally just came out-”

Zip it.

I shut my mouth, blinking down and smudging my eyes into my hands in pure frustration. He clapped as loudly as he could, I peered back at him.

Look at me when I'm talking to you, who do you think you are?!

“I'm sorry-”

Shut. Your. Mouth.

I placed my hands on my lap, excruciating to straighten myself and watch him.

Get your a-s-s back in the k-i-t-c-h-e-n and stay quiet. You are to be seen not HEARD.

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duskwood-by-daylight · 1 year

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Lunch Date

Summary: The day after meeting the boys at the bar, Taylor comes over for lunch and a chat.

Warnings: cursing, little bit of angst, Marco is still a turd

Word count: 1050ish

A/N: I am so stinkin proud of myself for finally getting this posted. It took an embarrassing amount of time to fix. As always, 18+, minors DNI. Don't steal or copy or whatever. Feedback always very much appreciated.

Marco's offer rolls around your mind as you try to find a satisfactory way to tell Taylor. They finally started being friends again. I can't tell Taylor, it'll break his heart that Marco is still trying to do this shit, even after everything. I can't be responsible for that. Even if it isn't my fault, the messenger is usually guilty by association.

By the next afternoon, you've almost given up on the matter when Taylor offers to come over with lunch and pictures of his new work project. He's too excited for you to say anything but yes.

You really mean to bring it up the moment he walks in your door, but he's too happy for you to ruin his mood, even if you really don't understand what he's talking about.

"And I'll be going to Europe for a week to help oversee the project! You could come with me."

Your heart cracks a little, seeing his genuine happiness and how everything is finally getting better for him, only for his crappy "best friend" to start this shit again. "I wish I could, babe. Maybe next time."

"For sure!" Then he's off again, gleefully explaining why they chose him to go out of everyone.

After lunch, he finally notices you aren't paying much attention, "Is something wrong? I know this is probably boring to you, but you look distracted, almost worried. Is it because I'm leaving?"

"I just… looking at you." You try to wave him away but he isn't one to be deterred.

He drops his phone on the couch, gently taking your hand. "Listen, whatever it is, you can tell me… if you're comfortable. If it's personal, you can tell me to fuck off and I won't get upset, but if it's something I can help with, I'd like to know."

"Marco wants to date me." You didn't mean to blurt it out so plainly but it's too late to take it back.

Taylor raises an eyebrow, "That isn't exactly breaking news, lover."

"No, babe. He… the other night at the bar… when you left, he walked me to my car. He wants one real, honest, date and if I do it and we don't work out, he'll drop it. He'll finally let me go."

"Sounds like a win-win for you, love." Taylor considers, still keeping your hand in his, his thumb idly drawing circles over your palm. He wants to consider your possible feelings in this situation, "We aren't technically official, right?"

You KNOW he didn't intend those words to sting, but goddamn if they don't hurt. "I mean… I guess not."

Taylor catches the change in your tone and grabs your shoulders, turning you to face him completely. "Hey! No! I didn't mean it like that. Fuck, I’m terrible at this.” He stares at the ceiling, taking a few deep breaths to compose himself before continuing, “Look, if we're gonna be together, I don't want there to be any doubt or questions or loose ends. I don't want you to wonder what could have been. Five years from now, I don't want Marco declaring his undying affection for you two days before our wedding and you running off with him. If we're going to end up together, I want it to be 100%, all in."

Somehow his words are like a balm over the previous cut. You want nothing more than to lean over and kiss him, but you know this is a conversation that must be had. "So you actually want me to date Marco? Is that what you're saying?"

"Taylor… that's the single most stupid thing anyone on this planet has ever said. Ever. And we share a planet with Kevin Sorbo."

"No. I want you to date me, but I need you to be sure you wouldn't rather be with Marco. I… I can't go through that again. I don't want anything like that hanging over us. It’s selfish of me to just expect you to be with me and unlike what Marco and Sally did to me, I want you to have a choice… even if it hurts me, even if I don’t win.” The rest of his statement is visible on his face, “Even if you pick Marco.”

"Just… humor me, okay?"

Instinct says no, absolutely fucking not, but Taylor looks so completely genuine and honest and wonderful, emerald eyes gazing warmly at you, how could I ever tell him no? "If I do this, you have to go on a date with Sally." Taylor pales and shakes his head, but you cut him off. "Oh no. This street goes both ways and if one of us has to, we're both gonna do it. We need to set some ground rules first." You squeeze both of his hands, "We're casually dating, right? Not exclusive?"

"Correct."

"So if you fall in love with Sally or another girl and decide she's the light of your life, I promise to not have entirely negative feelings."

"Not entirely?" He grins a little and you feel your heart melt.

"Oh, I'll be super pissed for at least a day. Maybe two."

"And the same goes for you. If you fall madly in love with Marco, I'll step aside. Not gladly, but I'll accept it. So as of now, we’re officially on pause, not together, single."

The room is quiet for a moment while the two of you contemplate the parameters of this arrangement. A frown is growing on his handsome face, "What is it?"

"I don't like this."

"I don't either."

He sighs, kissing the backs of your hands, "One date. I’m not doing this because he wants to date you. I’m doing this for you, for your happiness, for a possible us… but fuck, if this doesn’t feel terrible."

Smiling at him, you finally relent. Maybe one date with Marco won’t be the end of the world. He has expensive tastes, so there’s a good chance you’ll get a fun night out of this. "Okay. I'll agree to one date. One." His forced smile is too much and you release his hand, grabbing his shirt collar and jerking him into a kiss, "But I already know who I want."

"It's Marco, isn't it?" He grins stupidly against your lips and you have time to roll your eyes before he kisses you again.

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tripleyeeet · 5 months

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*realises it's Tuesday* *stumbles into the suit and picks up the microphone as she stands up*

HELLO EVERYONE AND WELCOME BACK TO TUESDAY INTERVIEW!

I'm your host Annie and today we're back with our favourite and most adorable writer, Summer!!!

(if you never hear from me again, they've probably killed me for calling them cute... ANYWAY!!!)

Recently we had a new, beautiful update on our screens: "Knife of Insight", a one shot starring our favourite vampire spawn, Astarion, and the absolutely stunning Zayis. Other than the amazing banter that we've come to expect from the knife fight pairing, this amazing piece of writing deals with themes of dissociation and, as always, is masterfully written and digs deep into everyone's hearts and emotions. If you've loved "A Lover's Folly", you will adore this one shot.

"Knife of Insight" is not only a new addition to the Zaystarion canon that we've all come to love, but is also a big change to "Curse You!", the fic that was starring them. As you can check also in this post here, the fic format has been adandoned and will take a more one-shot style, without a linear and chronological style. As already said, you can check the original post, but Summer: what did make you opt for this change? And, for those of us who did read the first two chapters of "Curse You!", does this change erase what we've already read?

Other than this, we've seen an exponential amount of Rolan-related reblogs around. It seems the snarky tiefling wizard managed to infiltrate another heart - and hopefully many more, he's still highly underrated, in my personal opinion. But Summer, do tell us, what do you like about Rolan? How does he make you feel?

AND NOW, for our final minigame... a classic! Fuck, marry, kill: BG3 edition. The floor is yours, Summer. Enjoy <3

hi <3 i'm late but i'm here to answer this tuesday interview before the next one arrives so that counts for something, right??

to answer your curse you question, i just wasn't feeling inspired with the linear format. especially because i was already doing that with lover's folly, i wanted something else a little less structured that i could pop in and out of when i wasn't feeling inspired.

in regards to the chapters i've previously previous posted, i wouldn't say they're erased completely. i definitely think i'm going to rewrite the first one a bit. adjust some things to my liking more, but overall the kidnapping portion is still very similar!

moving onto more important things though...

rolan literally has me in a chokehold right now. i love that stupid snarky wizard man. i don't know what it is about him but i just want to put him in my pocket. to quote our darling nick miller, he's just got that perfect, "keep being mean to me and i swear to god i'm gonna fall in love with you" vibe. you know????

anyway, moving on to fuck, marry, kill. i assume since you didn't give me anyone to choose from for myself so i'm going to go with fuck rolan, marry astarion, and kill orin i guess???

#asks #tuesday interview

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Buckle up - there's a whole flood of datamined story chapters! Peregrine seems to be possessed, due to a cursed amulet. Don't know how to feel about all of this. I think I'd prefer for him to just have turned evil on his own, and not because of a cursed amulet. And Rakepick is nowhere to be seen during those chapters either. Sigh. And Merula took the crown from the sunken vault? There are so many unexplained issues. Coral key, Rakepick losing her pin... Curious what you make out of all of this!

First of all, sorry for the late reply!

Now, you might’ve seen this already, but I talked about the amulet already in this post, so I’m not gonna repeat myself. I just want to add that I agree with you, and I’d like it better if Peregrine turned evil “naturally”. I don’t know, the explanation with the cursed amulet simply feels lazy. Especially in its current form because JC is super sloppy about it. So, as a result, I feel like it doesn’t even explain much.

I also mentioned in the linked post that JC apparently ignores their previous plans for the story again. In one of the options in Azkaban, Rakepick can tell us that R wants to “save the world”, which suggests that R wants to execute Ryusaki’s original plan with traumatic memories. Yet it wasn’t even mentioned by Peregrine, so… I’m afraid it means we’d just have to accept that some things will not be explained at all. The Coral key is probably one of them. Rakepick losing her pin probably too… Although I had a random thought right now that maybe Peregrine used it to copy the pins for his members (I’m thinking here about these datamined models). I theorised in the past that Peregrine started using the Eye of Ra to further frame Rakepick, but I have to admit that I don’t have much hope for it anymore. I suppose it’s more likely that they decided to ruin this symbolism entirely.

There are a couple more things about the datamines you didn’t mention, but I want to address, but… I might make yet another separate post for that. But one thing you mentioned I do want to address is Merula taking the Crown from the Sunken Vault. Because… seriously? I mean, I was totally expecting that she did something in there, and I talked about it in my commentary post. But now it turns out that she simply drank some potion, so the curse in the Vault wouldn’t hurt her. And I have to ask:

Could the Sunken Vault be any lamer??

Like, JC already made it super lame. You just have to dive into the Black Lake and then you don’t even need any help because the Vault’s location was marked with the trident. Then, you have to blow up some rocks and fight Grindylows, but none of it is particularly difficult. And at last, you might get defeated by a pretty terrible curse, but you’re still not totally helpless in this situation because… there’s a potion to deal with it. A freaking potion.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure this potion was difficult to brew and whatnot. But… it just feels too simple. Couldn’t they at least say that Merula had to master Occlumency for that? Especially since there actually are hints about it in the plot (Merula seems to know a lot about Veritaserum, and it was even said in the game that Veritaserum can be used to learn Occlumency). Seriously, it’s so incredibly disappointing, in my opinion. But the Sunken Vault was quite disappointing in general, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

And I think that’s it, at least for now! I’m sorry my reply is not more detailed, but as I said, the issue of Ryusaki’s amulet was already addressed separately. And I didn’t want to mix you there. On the other hand, the rest of the things on my mind is not really connected to what we talk about here. But if you’re curious about it, I hope you’ll stay tuned!

But anyway, I think the main conclusion we have to take from this is that… JC doesn’t really know what they’re doing anymore. It’s quite sad, but not surprising, I suppose.

Oh, and I'm also upset that Rakepick is not in the upcoming chapters :< I'd love to see her again, even if it'd be through more memories.

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm spoilers #hphm datamine #hphm peregrine #dai ryusaki #merula snyde #patricia rakepick #jam city #ask #anonymous

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NieR:Automata : A Beautiful Story of a Broken World

As I mentioned in a previous post, I recently finished playing Nier:Automata. I wasn’t going to write a review or analysis on the game because I find it hard to put my thoughts and feelings into words but I shall try my best to do this game justice with mere words because it deserves to be talked about and I simply cannot stop thinking about it, I have tried not to but I cannot. I will only be talking about the story and how it made me feel. This is most likely going to be a very long post.

(This review was written over some time. This post will contain spoilers for Nier:Automata and Nier:Replicant)

So, when I started the game, I thought it was going to be a story about saving the world, I hadn’t played Nier:Replicant at the time but partly watched my sister play it and noticed that the basic story of the game was very simple, just a brother trying to protect and save his sister and even though I hadn’t played the game, I found myself crying when I watched the ending and saw Emil sacrificing himself for his friends. Whenever I’d listen to Emil’s theme, I found myself on the verge of tearing up. I had no idea that Automata too was going to be just as compelling and I was not expecting the story to be this simple yet strong with a beautiful and non-complex message. This is a game about love and finding your purpose in the world, believing and not giving up even when all hope seems lost. 2B and 9S’s relationship is a bit complicated to explain, I think it’s left a certain way so that the player can interpret it however they like but I think we can all agree that 2B and 9S love each other, in some form or another. I believe it is a friendship or/to romance kind of love. 9S never had a friend or partner to work with, he often worked alone being a scanner model and didn’t have much he cared for, he got to work each day like anyone else, but then he got partnered with 2B and things changed. He had a friend, someone he knew and cared for better than all other androids and while 2B was often cold to him for reasons he didn’t understand until later, he still cared for her and saw it only as her personality. 2B on the other hand, comes off as a complex character, someone who is closed off from others and doesn’t like to talk much other than what is necessary. Most just write this off as “oh that’s just the kind of person she is” but we eventually learn that the true reason she like this is because she does not want to get close to 9S, not because he’s whiny or annoying but because she loves him, she HAS loved him, she’s known him for a long time and that’s because every time 9S gets too curious and corrupts his data, she needs to kill him. It’s a never-ending cycle. She is always cursed to remember and 9S always forgets. Each time, he backs up 2B’s data first and by the time it’s his turn, it’s either too late or it’s been corrupted. So each time they get partnered, 2B suppresses her feelings, never tells him the truth, and tries to not get attached but she always fails. And that’s also a message of this game, not being truthful about your feelings and bottling them up, leads to only pain and no resolution, and while the other person may not always reciprocate, love is an emotion worth feeling even if it hurts sometimes. The struggle and the pain of life are a part of living.

In much of this game, everyone is trying to find a purpose in life, the machines, the androids, everyone. Machines mimic human society to find some meaning in their existence. Even Adam, someone who is obsessed with humans and understanding them to the point where he is frustrated as to why he cannot, only finds peace in the most human thing known to man, death. The first line of this game is “everything that lives is designed to end”, we live or strive to live well because we know that one day, we will die, we spend almost our entire lives trying to find purpose to live for. The Devola and Popola models were shunned by the world, they were programmed with guilt because of a mistake just one pair of their models made. Hell, they were made as twins because they couldn’t handle the burden of their task without each other… and so the leftover models roamed the world, searching for a purpose, trying to help the other androids once the replicants were gone. The machines no longer have a shared goal, so they create relationships, and cults, and try to form societies like humans to find a purpose and meaning in their existence because there is a ghost of humanity in this world and while they may not be gods, they’re the closest thing to it. This brings us to the only purpose of Yorha, to liberate the world for mankind, hence their slogan “Glory to Mankind.” Even if this mankind is extinct, this is all they have…

At some point in the story, 9S learns that The Council of Humanity was created by Yorha rather than it being the other way around, when confronted by the commander for snooping around classified information he finds out that humans have been extinct for a long time, even before the machines invaded. This is when he starts to crumble, then he loses 2B, and then he finds out that the black boxes for androids are made from machine cores which means he is not that different from a machine, to begin with. He gets even angrier and starts to hate everything, himself included, further proving Adam’s point about hatred. This eventually leads 9S to his destruction which is a sad ending, to say the least, but one I think everyone saw coming. As for A2, I thought she was cool but it was hard to feel for her as much as I did for 2B or 9S, she defected from Yorha because she was a prototype model along with a squad whose entire purpose was to go to earth and die so that Yorha can collect combat data, her whole squad died except herself and while this is very sad and unfair, it’s hard to feel much for someone who was in the story for 3-4 hours at best. But I liked her character nonetheless, the new combat abilities were cool and I think her ending is more hopeful… she sacrifices herself to save 9S, a promise she made to 2B before her death, to look after him and everyone else. As sad as it is, she might’ve saved 9S’s corrupted data, but his body was still fatally damaged, he couldn’t be brought back to life…

And that’s where the pods come in. These pods have been with us from the very beginning and we don’t exactly know when they started gaining consciousness but they did. Over time, as they exchanged data with each other of their respected assigned units, something clicked in them and they started to gain something close to consciousness. At the very end, during the credits we hear Pod 153 say that Project Yorha is over, all android black boxes are offline and their work is done. That it’s time to delete all data but… Pod 042 objects and says it cannot accept this resolution and instead suggests salvaging data for 2B and 9S. Unsure of what to exactly do, they ask the player if they wish for both of them to survive. And well, do you? I of course chose yes. And this is when the true tears begin, you quite literally fight the credits of the game, the creators and people who worked on this game, they are the gods of this world and only they can bring them back. This endeavour seems impossible because soon, the screen fills up with projectiles and you fail loads of times, each time the game asks you if you want to continue, at times even saying taunting phrases to make you want to give up but… at the same time, it also has these other quotes showing up, from the players telling you to keep going even if it’s hard until eventually you are asked, “Rescue offer received (player name), do you accept?” and suddenly, you’re not alone anymore. Other players from all over the world help you by giving up their save files as you fight gods and fate itself to bring them back together. In the final cut scene, Pod 153 says that everything that lives is designed to end, a never-ending spiral of life and death, quoting 2B from the beginning and that life is all about the struggle within this cycle. The game ends with the pods reaching 2B and 9S and briefly showing A2. The pods talk about things that may go wrong again but don’t see how it’s not worth trying to save them, leaving us with the hope that these characters will live again, perhaps breaking the cycle entirely, reliving it or altering it but it’s hopeful and that is what matters. You are also given a choice to delete all your save files to save someone else in the world, just as some stranger saved you. You may not know this person, you may even hate them if you do know them and even after knowing this, would you still want to lose all your progress? Along with this, you can also leave a message that will display for other players to push them forward whenever they feel like they want to give up. Mine was this:

This game focuses on the meaning of life and finding your purpose, your purpose for existing. We live for the people we have met, the ones we love, the memories we have made and the thought that we’d make yet more pushes us forward, the ceaseless need for adventure, the world to explore and so much more. Nier:Automata changed how I viewed video games, the way it tells such a simple story through robots, in a world that is so much different from our own and yet it makes the story relatable. I still find myself thinking about it… even though it has been over a month since I played it. This game is truly a masterpiece of our generation and I believe that anyone who hasn’t played it, is missing out on a truly wonderful story and experience.

#nier automata #nier 2b #video games #aesthetic #nier 9s #9s nier automata #2b nier automata #a2 nier #nier replicant #yoko taro #review #video game review

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My Albums Of 2022 - Second Tier (pt. 2)

As previously explained, I've had to split these albums up into two posts because tumblr won't let me put more than ten links into one. This carries on where the previous one left off, recounting the second tier of my favourite albums of 2022 from July onwards. On we go!

July

While Conway The Machine’s major label debut, God Don't Make Mistakes, got the better reception when it was released back in February, his collaboration with Big Ghost Ltd, What Has Been Blessed Cannot Be Cursed, was much more consistently enjoyable for me, if a little dense at times. There’s a gruesome feel that runs throughout the record and makes it heavy going to begin with, but Conway’s smart, edgy lyrics tend to lighten the mood and memorable tracks like "YBCM" and the Method Man guest spot "Scared To Death" meant that there were few albums more addictive released this year.

August

Trading in a kind of trippy soft-soul rumble, Mach-Hommy and The God Fahim's Dollar Menu 4 had a wonderfully dreamy sound, where the MCs who floated in and out of earshot were never quite as dominant vibes-wise as Fahim’s strange and hypnotic loops. But that's not to downgrade their contributions, as Mach and his guests' musings on food and hip-hop were always high quality, with beef of various kinds coming to the fore.

Your Old Droog (who also pops up memorably on Dollar Menu 4) released no less than six (count em!) EP/mini-albums this year and the quality rarely fell below excellent, increasingly placing him as one of my favourite underground MCs. Brooding funk beats, tenuous concepts and strikingly unusual reference points (what?!) were in full effect across every release, but the edgy bounce of Yodney Dangerfield was perhaps the best in a strong field.

September

If my first idea of Marina Allen was a kind of Shakin’ Judee Sill, the impression didn’t last long after hearing her excellent Centrifics album. While her voice has as much warmth and careworn experience as the 70s legends that she found herself compared to, there’s something unusual about the arrangements, especially the way they hang back and evolve rather than take the obvious route, which makes this album a slow burner and something worth returning to.

Rina Sawayama’s Hold The Girl spans genres effortlessly, shifting from pop-rock to club beats to wailing musical numbers and back again and then tying everything together in a bow of extreme melodrama. While there's a bit of deadwood in the middle, enough of it works (especially terrific single “This Hell") for it be worth sticking with for the long haul, as repeated plays bring ever more to the surface.

October

Armani Caesar is another fine talent from the Griselda stable and her fifth album The Liz 2 arrived late in the year with a wealth of diamond shimmer. Combining hard rhyming and opulent beats with a torrent of absolute filth in the lyrics, it was both hugely entertaining and offered a rare female angle on the bricks and hustle Griselda house style that made for an enlightening perspective shift.

Following on from 2019's slightly woolly Close It Quietly, Inner World Peace saw Frankie Cosmos return to the sweet but snappy guitar pop which made their name. While some of the more twisting elements of its predecessor remained, the immediacy of their best work was back to the fore, while Greta Klein’s bittersweet musings were as heartbreaking as ever

And that's it! More or less no one will read any of these posts, but it kept me occupied for a couple of weeks and that's what counts. I'd also be surprised if anyone actually listens to any of these records either (i only ever click on these things to see how many of the same albums I've got myself), but it would be nice to think otherwise I guess. They're all pretty good though: you really should do it, rare and unusual reader!

#Bandcamp #Spotify #Conway The Machine #Big Ghost Ltd #Mach-Hommy #Tha God Fahim #Your Old Droog #Marina Allen #Armani Caesar #Frankie Cosmos #Hip-Hop #Indiepop #Laurel Canyon Revival #Singer Songwriter #Pop Music #Albums Of The Year #Albums Of 2022 #Rina Sawayama

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shinakazami1 · 6 months

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Been busy lately so I don’t have much time to review and edit, but here I am! (this was supposed to be sent on the anniversary.) (edit 1: It’s already (edit 2: halfway through) november.)

(edit 3: i gave up. words be damned, i’m sending this. there should have been more. curse you writing)

(edit 4: reminder. write a long ask anywhere else except the actual tumblr ask window. sending again just to make sure i didn’t hallucinate all this- it would be so, very embarassing...)

hehehehehe love your art. Crunchy. Pringles. Crushing it in my mouth. yummy colors and perspective (That bucket sexyman design looking kinda fine though.,..i mean who said that) (->absolutely normal behavior)

I love how you interact with others’ art, leaving your comments and compliments. Really appreciate that little motivation boost and positivity you spread :)

As seen from Paratober, you seem to take the prompts beyond their face value and messed around with the concepts of those prompts (gonna put Jester in a carton box hehe. Can we have Jester loafing? Loafing in a box?)

Personally I’m not a writer, so I don’t know how you guys’ brains work but I love how you come up with interesting ideas stemming from the game’s original material, expanding, digging deeper into them. I look up at you all in wonder hehe

Also, I read unheard wishes.

You see, I rarely ever seek out angst. I came in there with “this is gonna hurt but I can totally bring myself through this”

Boy was I wrong. Now, because I didn’t read it properly enough to leave a comment that would do it justice (time restraints get you like that), I won’t give a lengthy review. But just so you know, my general feelings were “who do you think you are. did you really think you had the right to hurt me like this. *inhales* aaaaaaaaaAA *cars crashing glass breaking sound effects idk* *lays motionless on the ground* (affectionate)”

Maybe i’ll read your filk wip next. Biology is fun :]

It’s your way with the images you make for your stories and art. Candlecurator? Whatever’s up with fernarrator? I’m not listing the ones in your writings. A lazy, lazy anon I am, I know. [insert another keyboard smash]

I haven’t been here for a while so i don’t really remember much, sorry ;; (-> fake fan detected?!? *vine boom*)

Your theories definitely left the strongest impressions on me. How do you all think like that?? (this goes to the rest of you, tsp theorists/analysts/meta. what are you all on??? damn. give me some.). Perhaps it’s a writer’s thing, maybe I’m just incompetent in this deep thinking kind of stuff.

My favourite was the nature connection theory. Absolutely ate that up. (definitely not because of my bias for plants and nature-related stuff, noooo-). You somehow connected the plants in the parable, creating these wonderful strings of text about what you saw in these plants, the implications, and then sharing those ideas to us. Give me your braincells, shina. Give me-

[Close your eyes.]

Anyway- I think you’re pretty neat :]

Have a nice day!

✨✨✨!!!!!307 ANON!!!✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

ᴬᵍᵃᶦⁿ since I was already writing a draft to respond to your previous ask. The fact you have this copy makes me hope you are saving these asks somewhere because I lost a lot of posts thanks to the great Tumblr editing system....

Happy (belated and too early at the same time hehe) anniversary 307 :] To your edits - PLEASE start writing drafts somewhere else oshsaoifas I don't want you to lose your versions again. You might say you are not a writer but you decide to write such beautiful comments and asks - value your words more :]

Anon. I have an exam this week so it will take my energy but DO KNOW YOU WILL GET BUCKET SEXYMEN SKETCH. I imagine you will see it in a few months but,,, I hope you will like it, just like you like my art in general.

I feel now in retrospect so silly I hadn't done this sooner!! While I sometimes don't have the energy to comment on other people's stuff in my own comments, I know how much joy being told your words could make someone happy :] And I love interacting like that!! Shared appreciation!!! That's why I adore Tumblr in general - it feels most organic in that ability to engage with others as a social media.

I'm glad you like the Paratober prompts! I am happy I mixed the prompts to try to get even more creative with them!! And feel free to put him in every box!! Some old art of Jester in a box:

(I gotta finally start uploading my old art I do have. There is so much...

FEEL FREE PLEASE TO LEAVE MORE COMMENTS EVEN A SILLY ONE BUT OUGHHH I am so proud of Unheard WIshes so thank you so much <333333 Glad you could enjoy

Just remember anon that I do not know your age and the rating for Filk is Mature so please respect the ratings :]]] Ao3 tagging system is there for a reason!! However I still keep on getting opinions that Filk seems to target 16+ demographic since it's more South Park style...But still, please respect it :]

Oh sure, you are so lazy *looks at your very detailed an amazing asks* so lazy. But WAH THIS IS LIKE??? A VERY RARE CANDLECURATOR APPRECIATION??? Like I know folks see Fernator and like him but to hear you like her means so much to me ;;;;;;

And hey - life gets busy :] The fact you wanted to come again, read my story and wrote this, rewrote even god knows how many times... I will always think fondly of you.

DUDE OUGH I need to return to theories, I have so many yet to share,,, you wanting one means a lot to me :} I worked hard on the Fernator theory post so I am glad to hear you could enjoy it! I might do a pool on what people could want hehe

[Closes my eyes and tries to close yours]

I think you are very neat, 307 anon. Thank you, for being you and I hope I will see you one day again. Every ask, I worry it's also a farewell. And then - you come back. I hope you are okay out there - I hope your life, even if so busy, gives you moments of happiness and calmness.

Have a lovely day, 307 :]

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