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ok so, there’s a LOT of reasons why inside job is one of my favourite gone-too-soon tv shows ever (fuck you netflix) and i could probably list them all and talk about them extensively (and i might in a future post!) but the couple that really did it for me were:
1. that they didn’t make reagan and brett a couple. this is SO important to me. the trope of “hetero friends to lovers” is overdone to the point of society expecting it/finding it weird when it’s not there. the fact that brett and reagan are just… literally best friends is so much sweeter than them being a couple. for me, at least. it just wouldn’t really suit them either, y’know? brett (imo) is more focused on strengthening PLATONIC bonds, because having friends isn’t something he really had as a child. and that’s the same for reagan! (plus she had ron. and EVEN THOUGH BRETT DIDNT REALLY LIKE HIM AT FIRST, HE STILL ACCEPTED AND RESPECTED THEIR RELATIONSHIP!! AND DIDNT BREAK IT UP!! in fact HE tried to change HIMSELF so that he’d like ron!!! if that’s not some serious ride or die friendship between brett and reagan idk what is! it’s not like brett was ever a third wheel when ron came along either!!)
connected to 1. — tamiko’s relationship/s is/are a perfect example of when het interactions can go well, regardless of if there are romantic feelings or not. with rand, it resulted in divorce BUT they did have fleeting romantic moments which were sweet, as well as some generally funny scenes together! the “date” with alpha-beta ended up in him learning how to love, despite tamiko being disgusted by his appearance/robotic physicality. i’ll admit i don’t even like ron x reagan that much, but their relationship worked too; the slight rivals to lovers trope was established well and it was very healthy for both of them!
2. that Miss Shion wasn’t afraid to show two men kissing. even if it was an accidental kiss. but also just bromances and homoeroticism in general. andre and myc being besties AND being in an orgy together??? amazing, andre getting mushroom herpes was worth it. rand and hannibal lecter lookalike being made to kiss, and then the latter going “UNLESS…?”??? so funny and much more entertaining than if it didn’t happen at all.
connected to 2. — they didn’t make characters’ sexuality their whole personality!! even the queer one/s!!! andre being described as “alwayssexual” was a funny, fleeting comedy moment and that was all! (i’m also counting the questionable quips like brett going “take your clothes off!!” at ron and ron asking reagan if she told everyone about his dingdong. btw brett is bicurious he told me)
in conclusion: canon queer characters are cool and het relationships (both romantic and platonic) CAN be portrayed very well, if done right!
#inside job#inside job spoilers#reagan ridley#brett hand#ron staedtler#dr andre lee#andre lee#magic myc#myc cellium#alpha beta#robotus#rand ridley#tamiko ridley#dietrich kluge#i have much more to say about this show generally#and certain characters#let me rant about andre#and alpha beta#and maybe brett#rant
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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃
pairing: Jordan Li x gn!reader
warnings: not proofread
words: 692
summary: cold weather = a small cute moment with Jordan
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With Winter only a few weeks away the weather had become increasingly colder. No longer could people get away with just wearing a t-shirt, the cold nip in the air raising goosebumps all along the skin. The need to wear a jacket had become increasingly more obvious but some people simply did not care. They would rather bear the brunt of the cold than wear an uncomfortable jacket that makes them look like a snowman.
It was not that you were against wearing jackets, the added warmth they provided and the comfort they had. It was just you did not think you would need one, the past few days had been warm enough to forgo the wear of a jacket so you assumed today would be too. Unfortunately, the weather seemed to like to play cruel tricks as the weather plummeted from a nice sunny morning to a cloudy and windy afternoon.
It was hard to ignore the chill that seeped into your bones, the rising bumps in your skin and the way no matter how many times you rub your arms up and down you could not get warm. It wouldn't have been much of a bother if you could just go inside and sit next to a heater for the next 5 hours. But you had promised to meet Jordan and that was something you weren't going to cancel.
It was how you found walking down the street trying to keep your teeth from chattering too loud as Jordan ranted about one thing or another. You would offer small hums or words of agreement to try and show you were listening, but your mind was too focused on the icy wind.
"You're not even listening are you?" Jordan's words brought you to a stop, lips pulled down in a frown as you looked over at them. There was a hint of hurt and annoyance in their tone, something you could not blame them for. "No, I am." You answer in your defence, hands moving from your arms to Jordan's hand. The sentiment allowed the wind to gain purchase on the once-covered flesh causing a shiver to run down your spine.
The movement did not go unnoticed by Jordan who studied you for a moment trying to get to the bottom of things. It took them only a few seconds before they came up with an explanation. "You're cold." It wasn't said like a question but more as a statement like they knew it from just watching you for a few moments.
"Cold? No, I'm fine. You were talking about something Andre said, something about a party next weekend." There was a small attempt to deny Jordan's observation. For some reason, you felt the need to lie and not just agree you were cold, perhaps to continue the perception that nothing fazes you. But, Jordan was more perceptive than that, they could read you like a book.
Without a word, Jordan let go of your hand and shrugged off their jacket leaving them in just a t-shirt. "Here," they thrust their jacket to you, wanting you to take it and keep warm. But the small sense of being a burden crept up on you as you looked down at the item of clothing. "Won't you be cold?" Your eyes flick up to them to see their brown eyes already on you. It was the response they were expecting you to give, one out of concern for their own welfare. Besides your bad planning was not their problem, but they could not help the feeling of wanting you to be comfortable.
"Just take it, if you can't listen to me when you're cold then what's the point of talking?" While their words were gruff, there was an underlying caring tone to them. With a small smile, you grab their jacket a put it on, immediately covered in warmth. Zipping up the jacket you could not help but notice how it smelt like them, a fading smell of citrus.
"Thank you," You smile brightly, only receiving a small eye roll and a hint of a smile from Jordan. "Whatever, as I was saying"
#jordan li x reader#gen v x reader#gen v#jordan li#gen v imagines#jordan li headcanons#jordan li imagines#gen v jordan li
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Prazdnik (part 2)
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Pairing: Nikto x reader
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AN: @sofasoap @keegansshark @yaboidante2711 @ella-bella-ella this wasn't the original plan, but because of you this guy got his kiss.
Summary: this happens a few months after the first part.
Nikto lets out a thin whiff of cigarette smoke, that dissolves in crisp air. He is tired by this point. Every time he tries to think of anything, but her - the world finds its ways to remind him. Even now, when he looks up in the dimly lit sky - the curved streaks of clouds remind him of x-rays of her lungs with the subtle curves of ribs. Usually, soldiers got shot, broke their limbs or survived a shell shock, but she just had to be original and to spoil his life in a unique way - she ended up in a medbay with a pneumonia.
He tried to end this all for good, he ignored her, hid away, even tried to start a fight once - nothing helped. At the end of the day he always found himself somewhere around her: quietly hanging out, helping her or letting her help him. Nikto wasn't blind - he saw the way she looked at him. And what was even worse - he secretly started enjoying a feeling of being needed. But there was no way, he could let whatever them two had grow. His 'Prazdnik' ended the minute he stepped out of your room, and should never be repeated. Not at the cost of her frightened eyes, her forever disturbed sleep, her disgust the minute she sees him without a mask.
Time to time Nikto thinks about that touch that almost happened. He was never an innocent one, and he gladly does so many unhinged, unfair, dirty things to women, who are ok with never seeing his face and not being able to meet him again after the deed is done. But when it comes to her - Nikto doesn't want all those sins, that he usually indulges himself in. He craves not even a real kiss - just a touch of her lips against his skin would be enough. It would be ok if she chooses to not even move, not caress him. Just let him feel that warmth, he almost felt.
He frowns at this thought and takes another deep drag. The base is almost empty, except an emergency group, soldiers at medbay, a few office workers and superiors. So Nikto immediately recognizes tall figure moving from barracks to where he is standing.
"Vot tol`ko kalanchi mne seychas ne hvatalo...*" Nikto mutters frustrated and checks if there is any place he could walk away fast enough and seem preoccupied at the same time. But not being able to find any direction, in which he could retreat, he faces the Colonel, hoping, he would keep it short and simple, as usual.
"You staying for the holidays?" Colonels voice is low, he doesn't even hold back his German accent - a rare sign, that the man is exhausted.
"Have some unfinished business." Nikto tries to be as vague as possible, hoping, that it will drain Colonels social battery, and he leaves him alone.
But his commander is in no hurry to leave and hands him some paper. Nikto asks if it's a new contract, but Colonel shakes his hand. "This is for the unfinished business."
He leaves Nikto alone and confused, not wanting to hear his angry rants about how he doesnt need whatever assistance Colonel can provide. Nikto is awful when it comes to gift receiving, everybody in the KorTac knows it.
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She wakes up with a loud cough in the middle of the night and Nikto immediately pulls her up, so she can sit on the bed straight. Clearing her throat, she reaches for the bedside lamp, but Nikto catches her hand.
"It's just me, don't bother." He pushes her hand back gently, wanting the room to remain dark.
"Andre? How did you?... Why are you here?" She barely breathes after hard coughing, but already dumps him with questions.
Nikto turns away and chuckles quietly. To tell the truth, he doesn't even know what the hell he needs in her hospital room.
"König tinkered me a pass. I thought, it would be a pity to leave you here all alone on the New Year." He lies: he doesn't give a damn about New Year or any other holiday really. Nikto just can't really be else where, when she is like that. He's been restless from the first day of her illness.
A part of him wants to get as close as it is possible, to stay by her side, until she heals fully and even after that. But there are voices appearing, growing louder with every hour. "Run away, run as far as you can, before you grow too soft and traumatize her, you moron!" Nikto is trapped between wanting to leave and needing to stay. So when she pats his shoulder and asks to not worry about her and go celebrate, he comes back to his senses and snaps back at her, 'we are staying!'
By the way her hand darts away from him Nikto understands, that he crossed the line. She is sick, obviously has fever, struggles to breathe normally, and on the top of that comes he with his freakery. He clasps his hands together, so that he doesn't reach back to her and looks down.
"Sorry. We... give me a minute, I'll collect myself." As he speaks - he hears her moving to the opposite side of the small bed. Distant chatter and laughter reach them two through the closed door and Nikto understands, that even medbay staff is celebrating. But the only sound, he now truly cares for is a shuffle of her bedsheets. He scared her off, she now doesn't even feel safe in one room with him. Bloody idiot.
"Come sit here." She touches an empty space besides her. Nikto hesitates for some time, but then surrenders and sits on her bed, making sure, he doesn't squish her accidentally.
"Maybe it's fever, maybe I'm just tired to the end of the year, I don't even care really. I just want to be honest, ok?" She rises from her pillow and leans against his shoulder. He freezes, but then forces himself to nod.
"Good..." She sighs and continues. "Look, I know, I screwed up that 'Prazdnik', I organized. I thought, I just wanted to thank you for everything, but understood too late, I wanted something other. And although I'll never get it - it's ok. I will stop pushing you, annoying you, even talking to you if it helps. But... just today, just for this one night, can we just pretend, I didn't do anything weird on that evening? I really need it."
The moment, when Nikto wants to remind her, she really did nothing weird, and they don't have to pretend, she starts coughing once again. So he brings her closer, letting her practically curl up on his chest. A cough runs in spasms throughout her entire body and Nikto softly strokes her back, repeating 'Nothing weird. You did nothing wrong'. But his mask muffles his voice, and that combined with her coughing makes it impossible for her to hear him. So he leans back on her pillow, softly guides her to lay down on his shoulder, and, praying for it to remain this dark in her room, slowly removes his mask. She doesn't make it hard for him and doesn't turn her face up - just lies obediently, being thankful for this little crack of softness in his cold demeanor, that he shows her.
"I said, you didn't do anything wrong. You just did it all to the wrong guy. All those treats, that improvised desk, I still regret I haven't taken photo of... That silly 'TV', even that branch - it all was so touching. It felt like a real holiday." She doesn't move while listening to Nikto, but he still holds a hand on her head, just in case. Without thinking, he starts playing with her hair. "But you need to do it all for someone real, someone not split into so many pieces, someone, who is more than... well, you know."
She shakes her head and Nikto feels her hand clasping to his side. This half an embrace makes him hold his breath. Something deep inside him shudders and cracks.
"Someone more than you?" She tries to end his phrase, but it is his turn to shake his head.
"Someone more than just remains of a human."
It hurts to stop hiding and say her the truth, but at the same time it feels right. His holiday is over, his celebration is never to come. And Nikto doesn't care anymore - at least he got this minutes, when she held him, before she banishes him for good. Despite all his expectations, she does not push him away.
“I wanted to celebrate the New Year for real. I was going to invite you to my place. Not to my room at the base - but to my home. I know you wouldn’t have come. But I still wanted to invite you. And then this pneumonia...” She coughs again and Nikto strokes her shoulders to make it better. When she finally can breathe again more or less properly, he asks, how would they celebrate if he came.
"Oh, this time I'd make sure, you die of cringe... I'd try to come up with a new recipe and fail ultimately, I'd make you make the 'president speech' this time." She pauses, hearing Niktos raspy low chuckle.
"No, that never happens, you little trouble. I'm not participating in this part of your fantasies."
"Ok-ok, jeez, Andre, I never said, I'd try to force you anyway. I would always ask you. Ask if you can make the speech, ask if you are willing to help me with food, ask if I can... never mind, my message here is maybe you feel broken, torn in pieces. You have every right to feel so..." Nikto is so struck by her sudden change of tone, he doesn't even realize, that her fingers trace lines up his chest and pause over his face, as she continues speaking. "All these pieces, remains, fragments, that call themselves 'Nobody' - they are precious, they are to be treated like human, to be treated with care and love."
He breathes in, trying to find any words for her, but all the words, all the voices, are mixed up in a deafening white noise. So he takes another breath, and another. But nothing changes: no clear words, no thoughts, as if he - not she was on the verge of deliriousness now. Nikto takes her hand and guides it to cover his eyes, not even thinking, she might feel, how ugly his face is. He only wishes for this sensory and emotional overdrive to stop.
And she helps him. Pressing her lips against his, crushing his fears with feather-like touches. Her skin is burning hot, her hands travel from his eyes to cup his cheeks, but Nikto doesn't care right now. Just one more moment of her being this close, one more second of him carefully holding her, one more sigh tickling his skin. He answers to her kiss. Hesitantly, because with all the violence, he holds for his work - Nikto has no violence for her. And kissing her back feels like torturing this treasure of his. He must thank her - not claim. But that self-restrain is strapping his throat with a red-hot collar, smothering him.
Fuck it. A single voice in his head. Loud and clear.
And Nikto lets go. His tongue brushes against her slightly parted lips and he deepens the kiss. He is surprisingly slow, careful, attentive. He is ready to back away at any moment, should she wish to stop. But she doesnt, and his fingers dive into her hair, cupping her head, guiding her so close, that he feels, they share one breath.
When she leans back just slightly - he immediately lets her go, holding his breath and trying to calm rushing heart. Even now he is ready for her to have second thoughts. But she smiles shyly and places a kiss on his burnt cheek.
"Sorry, I must taste like meds." Hearing her whisper he finally starts breathing.
"You taste like 'prazdnik*'. My very own holiday." He stares at the ceiling, not believing, it really happens. While his prazdnik covers his disfigured face with soft touches.
"Vot tol`ko kalanchi mne seychas ne hvatalo...*" - The beanpole... just what I needed
Prazdnik - holyday, celebration
#call of duty#call of duty x reader#cod#cod x reader#mw2#gromsko mw2#mw2 x reader#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#cod headcanons#cod nikto#nikto#nikto x reader#mwii nikto#nikto x you#nikto cod#nikto fluff
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HEY THIS IS KIND OF SPECIFIC BUT CAN YOU DO THE GANGS REACTION TO A READER WHO IS USUALLY SERIOUS AND DOESNT EXPRESS MUCH, BUT THEN KINDA BREAKS DOWN AND STARTS VIOLENTLY SOBBING IN FRONT OF THEM?? THANK YOU HEHEEHE
OHOHO I can. keep it coming with requests anon, because hyper specific stuff is my favorite to write tbh
Went with Reagan, Brett, Ron and Andre for this! (Sorry JR fans i’m saving him for special occasion)
Reagan
- her first reaction is shock, she hesitates to touch you at first, wanting to make sure she doesn’t overwhelm you.
- she has.. a confusing time with people’s emotions, but it’s you. “Hey.. what’s wrong?”
- she’d take your hand in hers, rubbing the back of it mindfully. modeling breathing techniques they sprung on her in anonymous anonymous.
- cooing the only words of comfort she can think of, all of her thoughts cease when you wrapped your arms around her. she froze for a few seconds, before returning it.
- she’s always struggled with repressing her own emotions, but this had been a long-time coming. she pondered how you’d managed this long without any outburst. she rubbed your back haphazardly, and listened to you with shaky breaths try to explain the source of this.
- “I’m glad you told me” was her first response, “I know it feels like it sometimes, but you don’t have to handle this by yourself. promise.”
- the type to let you vent to her and than will take you out to get food, because talking about emotions is exhausting
- expect her to be a little more vigilant when it comes to your emotions though.
Brett
- his first instinct is to smother you, “what’s wrong love? did something happen? can I hug you?” all of his concern poured out into his words, waiting for you to give something of a nod before wrapping his arms around you
- if you need a minute to cry it out, he’s all for it. expect him to rub your back and just listen.
- he might cry a bit himself, (he’s on the higher empathy side of autism I don’t make the rules, me too brett)
- that being said, anything you got going on? he’s in it with you. if this is caused by a certain person? expect him to have some stern words for them, if it’s at a situation? he won’t stop until he can help you figure it out.
- he usually keeps a panic attack kit on him at work, so he won’t hesitate to get you a fidget if needed. he understands how hard it can be to come down from sobbing like that. when you’ve calmed down to a certain point, he takes your hand in his.
- “I want you to know i’m happy you shared this, and I care about you. I promise we’ll figure this out together okay?” every bit of his reassurance seems to be nothing but believable.
- if the two of you are at home when this happens? expect to be cuddled and practically worshipped until you feel better.. if you’re at work, he’s taking you to his office to wait out the anxiety-attack hangover.
Ron
- “honey, ” his hands find your face quickly. wiping your tears with his thumbs. “hey, what’s going on?” he waits for you to find the words. a patient frown dawning his lips.
- straight to reassurance. “everything’s gonna be alright, I promise”
- he’s not happy that this is happening, but he is a little relieved that he’s finally seen you showing some of your emotions, he just worries you don’t feel comfortable around him sometimes. (Despite this obviously not being true)
- “I’m here to listen.” he reassures. as the initial tears and your breathing start to slow, he’ll start to listen to the situation, and throughout it expect him to be nodding all the way. he just wants to make sure you know he’s listening.
- and really, he is. if you need help trying to fix a problem? this guys there, if you just need to talk for a little bit, he’s always up to listen. he just wants to see you happy.
- that being said, he’s happy the two of you could talk at this level. there’s something of a bond that comes from it.
- expect him to start checking up on you more, especially just asking if you need to rant to anyone. coworker problems? parking ticket? ranting family member? he’s practically heard it all.
- he’d ask you to go watch movies after this, I don’t make the rules. he might even take the day off for it.
Andre
- he might immediately worry he did something wrong, but when he figures out this is an entirely different problem, he’s doing everything he can to help you calm down (he’s definitely had his own panic attacks before though, so he already has a few ideas in mind)
- he reaches for a hug, wrapping his arms around you with a soft sigh. “I’ve got you. I promise.” He hums out, letting you sob into his shoulder.
- the crying doesn’t last very long, and within a couple minutes, your breath’s feel somewhat full again. your hands though continue to shake in Andre’s grasp, and he doesn’t let up on tracing your palm.
- after a bit of talking, mostly andre listening (with the occasional verbal profanity at the absurd-mess of a situation) he starts to understand your apprehension to leave that facade you put on for work. he definitely knew someone was under there, but he realized this might be his first time meeting them.
- he’s generally the most down to earth out of the group when it comes to mental health stuff. he has nowhere to judge. so by all means, if his partners having trouble with it? he’s all ears. sometimes having someone to just listen to you can go a long way. he really cares about you, and he knows you’d do it for him.
- “we’ll figure this out; we won’t stop until it’s fixed.” His hand squeezed yours; and his eyes finally met yours: anything about his expression could’ve easily convinced you of his intentions.
#inside job#inside job headcanons#inside job headcanon#inside job x reader#reagan ridley#reagan ridley inside job#reagan inside job#inside job reagan#brett hand#brett hand inside job#brett inside job#Inside job brett#ron staedtler#ron staedtler inside job#ron inside job#inside job ron#andre lee#andre lee inside job#andre inside job#inside job andre#andre lee x reader#brett hand x reader#reagan ridley x reader#ron staedtler x reader
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Hello Supablr. Sorry this took forever, but I've been working on a follow up project once I'm done with these. More on that later, so for now just enjoy the takes
Skarra: Feral, cackling gremlin trying to pretend he's not empty inside. Needs a hug, possibly several hugs, but is too afraid of cooties to ask. He's either going to have a Prince Zuko level redemption or go full Anakin Skywalker
Dingaan: Dammit Dingaan! You can't be both the lovable, clueless himbo and dumb, jock bully at the same time. Pick one!
Automatic: So, if we ever get a Rookie Season 2, are we gonna see him become the third wheel in Skarra and Shakes' rivalry? Cause no joke, this guy lost his job to Shakes and has way more reason to hate him than Skarra does
Max Power: I'm not a shipper, but why are there no pairings between him and Shakes? I mean, technically there's two of him, but still
Dooma: Oh Dooma, Dooma, Dooma. The writers made such a big deal about bringing you back, and then they promptly forgot about you. Guess upstaging Skarra really isn't all that easy.
Uber: Somehow, a 6.5, 300+ lb. German muscle man is giving me more babygirl vibes then a Sailor Moon character. Also, it's hilarious when you realize he outranks his coach.
Ja Nein: The rarely seen lovechild between adorkableness and pure evil. The "first day at the unit" meme was invented for this guy specifically.
Thor: If he grows a beard, we can call him Odin
Von Eye: Why did it take me four seasons to realize his name is a pun? What is wrong with me?
Chuck: Seriously, I want to see this guy succeed. I want him train up his team, pull off a win, and feel good about it just so he can tell Toni to screw off
John Johnson: The most loveable himbo in a team that consists of equally loveable himbos
Miko Chen: The only thing not completely wholesome about him is how little screen time he gets. That's about as shameful as Ura-Giri's strategies.
De los Santos: He really needs his own Boss theme, but does that make him the bad guy? Cause lets face it, he's not the bad guy
Don Aldo: That's not how hair physics works
Ninja: The second most absent arch-rival in my history of watching cartoons. At least they both brought him back and gave him an identity as El Matador's rival. Still wish we got to see more of the tigers
Liquido: Ten years ago, if I told myself I would one day describe someone as a "sociopathic surfer-dude" I would start to question my own sanity
Andre Meda: His name is an astronomy pun, his team uses constellations as a secret formation code, and his coach has them train in outer space. This guy is a huge closet nerd, and you can't change my mind.
Vladmir Savich: They made a few half-baked attempts to make him a villain and the fanbase is having none of it. Good for him.
Riano: WHY IS THERE NOT MORE CONTENT OF HIM AND SHAKES BEING FRIENDS? They were such good friends, and we have like zero content to prove it. Do the writers not realize how much of a foil he could have been to Skarra? Riano and Shakes being best friends, and Skarra is feeling like he's been replaced, thus hating Shakes even more. Sorry for the long rant but c'mon Moonbug, this guy had so much potential
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I'm still in a delirious state of mind about Rick and Michonne, that we got 6 eps just about them... cant really believe that of all the shows the walking dead provided us with the best ship ever! But i will never forgive twd that we never saw Michonne talk to Rick about Andre, ESPECIALLY after Carl died. All this years later and im still bitter about it, sorry for ranting in your inbox, love reading your thoughts on Richonne 😘
oh, thank you so much anon! and please feel free to vent and rant in my inbox anytime!
you know despite being bonked over the head repeatedly by the promotional materials and danai/scott/andy themselves being like THIS IS AN EPIC LOVE STORY! ABOUT RICK AND MICHONNE! A LOVE STORY ABOUT HOW RICK AND MICHONNE LOVE EACH OTHER IN A WAY THAT IS EPIC! 6 EPISODES ABOUT RICK AND MICHONNE BEING IN LOVE, EPICALLY! i'm still reeling over how well we were fed. apologies to future!me but nothing is ever going to top this. and from the zombie show no less! can you believe!
and i'm with you about andre. sure, she did *technically* mention him (or rather, the experience of losing him) after carl's death in this scene and while i'm confident that she and rick talked about andre off screen as well i still would have loved to see it. there is a tragic lack of scenes in general where michonne is comforted and taken care of emotionally (let alone physically) and/or gets to talk about her past at all, let alone about the entire child she lost i think she is owed that. hell, I think an andre mention would have fit in perfectly somewhere in towl, where michonne's POV was much more present and the grimes family as a whole was such a focal point. the way they brought carl back into the narrative in such an integral way was beautiful and i love that they honored his memory the way they did. i think it would have been a nice parallel if andre had been brought back up as well. because there is not a single doubt in my mind (and probably not in michonne's mind either for that matter) that if andre were still alive rick would have loved him like he was his own. so it would have been really sweet, for example, if he had been paid tribute to in some way as part of their family even if rick (and we as the viewer) never got a chance to know him.
#richonne#the ones who live#answered#on the one hand. i can't even comprehend that type of loss and i don't even WANT kids#so i certainly wouldn't blame michonne if she never wanted to talk about it ever again#and i'm sure rick probably figured it out before she ever told him so i get why we didn't need to see that particular conversation#but more than a small mention! would have be nice! is all i'm saying#now don't ask me HOW he should have been mentioned or paid tribute to because i'm not creative like that#fanfic writers do your thing!
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GEN V
RANT ADDITION
bare with me please, i just finished episode 7 and i feel just everywhere rn
I’m gonna just come out and say this
the way the writers room is handling andre is pissing me off
you know it’s probably because there’s too many characters and too little time, but i cannot find that reason enough to let this shit slide.
Andre’s meant to be a main character, correct? i mean, he gets a good proportion of screen time, he says the lines, he’s got the nepotism and the daddy issues and whatever
but they never do anything about it?
i feel like i know so… little about this man, and he’s supposedly in love with cate, who’s apparently gearing to play a huge role in the story based on this most recent episode, and he’s a top student, yet we’ve seen barely ANYTHING from him power-wise. it’s just pissing me off, cause i love it when black people get to thrive and be the main characters.
it’s a problem when his dad is seizing on the stage and all i’m wondering is when jordan li is gonna come back on screen.
Like i liked him A LOT in the first episode. He felt so real and full of potential. His interactions with Golden Boy? *chefs kiss*
But it’s been a steady regression of his character since, and he’s taken a backseat to the blond white girlfriend. THERE i said it. hate me if you want to
let me be clear, i really like this show. a whole lot. like i’m obsessed (unhealthy).
But with this story and these amazing characters, i just feel sad that we only get 8 episodes, 40-45 minutes each to get to know and love them. like i feel like i JUST started this show yesterday, and it’s already almost over.
the short seasons are such a detriment to these types of shows. interesting side plot lines and relationships are forced to take a backseat for the story instead of both things going hand and hand like the lord intended, and a bitch is TIRED.
And hottake, but the writers should have let jordan li and marie moreau be the slow burn rivals to lovers they were meant to be, i said what i said.
anyways let me go lay down and process this properly.
#gen v prime#gen v amazon#gen v#gen v spoilers#marie moreau#jordan li#andre anderson#cate dunlap#toomanyopinions
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Clover Rants Miraculously: Power Of Love (Not) So Strong
I think I (and many others) complained about this already, but it annoys me that the show hypes up how being a good person means being a loving, empathetic person and how love can overcome evil selfish intents...only then to proceed to punish the characters for being loving empathetic people and rewarding evil selfish intents
Marinette realizes she was in the wrong for humiliating Lila like she did as Ladybug and apologizes? Lila becomes her greatest enemy in and out the mask.
Adrien accepts Felix's apology for tricking his friends and tries to be friends with him again? Felix uses it to help screw over his partner and give their main enemy a huge power bonus.
Marinette tries to empathize with Chloe and give her a chance to be good? Chloe betrays her to Hawkmoth and the resulting events of this cause Marinette to lose Fu as a mentor.
Adrien accidentally causes someone to get Akumatized because he lies about his and Ladybug's relationship status? Ladybug takes the blame for this.
Gabriel controls and manipulates his son at every turn? Just a man who loves his family. Clearly a misunderstanding on Adrien's part. Can't he see how much his father loves him!
Adrien realizes telling Marinette to let Lila be was a bad move and tries to help her convince Alya and Nino something's off? He's immediately dismissed and is claimed to only be saying that because Marinette's his girlfriend.
Marinette helps Chloe almost humiliate Kagami at the movie premiere to try and break her and Adrien up? She gets rewarded with being allowed to sit next to Adrien (Sorry Mari but that was absolutely bad on you)
Nathalie realizes Gabriel doesn't give a damn about anyone but himself anymore and quits? She still continues to let him commit crimes and doesn't even try to give the heroes a hint on how to find/capture him
Bustier recognizes Chloe clearly has something going on at home and tries to be kind to her? She's presented as wrong for doing this and gets fired later on
Andre continuously enables his daughter's (and wife's) worse behaviors and uses his position as mayor to aid in her torment of the city and her classmates as he prevents her from facing consequences? He's given a brand new sparkly undamaged daughter to dote on as he abandons his position to live out his abandoned dreams of being a director.
Chloe secretly gives Bustier a birthday gift to make up not initially getting her one? Bustier throws in back in her face to try and emotionally browbeat her during a teacher-student meeting.
Felix helps his uncle become even more dangerous and powerful and leaves Marinette with tons of trauma from the act? He's given immediate forgiveness despite never apologizing and allowed to keep his miraculous (that he had previously used to commit mass genocide with mind you), despite his identity being known to everyone and others on the team being bench for less
Chloe makes an attempt to actually be nice (by threat of Adrien ending their friendship)? She has to be threatened into keeping it up the whole time by her butler with Mr.Cuddly, and then is humiliated when the toy is exposed to everyone
Audrey constantly neglects her family and insults her children to their face? Presented as just Normal Parent Things™
Lila is finally exposed as a liar and revealed to have nearly messed up everyone's future class schedules/graduation forms alongside Chloe? Doesn't hurt her a bit! In fact, now she can go sneak off into one of her fake IDs and cause more trouble, and Chloe pretty much gets a slap on the wrist for what she did.
Bustier gets Akumatized over being fired and the fake video of Andre, and is clearly not in her right mind as she hunts down the mayor? Ladybug and Chat lead her straight to him and all but help her demand Andre resign (IDGAF he did so willingly that scene was not a good look for anyone involved) and Bustier is given the title of mayor, qualifications be damned!
Chloe gets used by Gabriel, Lila, and Tomoe to terrorize the city in a way that clearly couldn't have been done by her alone and is made obvious there's another party involved? She takes the full blame and is taken away to be abused by her mother forever in New York while the actually masterminds get away scotfree
Marinette decides to sympathize with Gabriel despite everything he's done to her, Adrien, Kagami, and the city and tries to convince him to work with her to find a way to save his wife? Gabriel not only backstabs her, but uses his control "shared love" of Adrien to manipulate Marinette into hiding the truth about what he's done as Hawkmoth as the show rewards his obsession "love" for Emilie by letting him make the wish in his final moments and getting him praised as a hero to all of France!
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author's note: I was not kidding about those content warnings we are already in the shit.
transcript below the cut!
Blackwell Palace, August 1994
ANDRE | [looking at a portrait of his deceased parents, sighs]
FOOTMAN | [offscreen] Your Highness?
FOORMAN | [offscreen] Your grandfather is ready to see you, now.
ANDRE | [sighs] Okay.
EVERARD III | ...I'll get right down to it: I need you on Thursday night.
ANDRE | Er...at the ambassador's dinner?
EVERARD III | What? No, don't be stupid. At the Daytime Broadcasting Awards.
ANDRE | ...you want me on a red carpet? Can't you send Olly?
EVERARD III | And you let her?
EVERARD III | [scoffs] Watch your tone, boy. D'you think I'm too old to knock some manners into you? I will not argue with you. Olivia's not going, you are.
ANDRE | [unhappily] Yes, sir?
EVERARD III | [offscreen] Quit feeling sorry for yourself. It's one night, you'll live.
ANDRE | Yes, sir.
EVERARD III | Lighten up, Andre. You're so morose all the damn time. People think you're a cold fish, nobody wants you for King. It'd be good for your image... [rant continues, indistinct]
ANDRE | [sighs] Damn it, Olly.
[phone ringing]
OLIVIA | [groaning]
OLIVIA | Hello?
ANDRE | [over the phone] Olly? It's Andre.
OLIVIA | [resigned] Oh. Hi.
ANDRE | "Hi?" Is that really all you have to say to me?
OLIVIA | [over the phone] Listen, I know you're mad at me, but—
ANDRE | Who do you think has to pick up your slack, Olly?
ANDRE | [over the phone] When you cancel appearances for no reason—
OLIVIA | Andre, I can't go.
ANDRE | [over the phone] When you cancel for no reason, he sends me or Elise.
OLIVIA | [offscreen] I told you! I can't go, I can't even leave the house.
ANDRE | [offscreen] Why not?
OLIVIA | [offscreen] ...that's none of your business.
ANDRE | It is when it's costing me time with my family!
OLIVIA | [scoffs] Oh, so you're the only one with a family now?
ANDRE | That is not what I said.
ANDRE | [looking at a portrait of his deceased parents, sighs]
FOOTMAN | [offscreen] Your Highness?
FOORMAN | [offscreen] Your grandfather is ready to see you, now.
ANDRE | [sighs] Okay.
EVERARD III | ...I'll get right down to it: I need you on Thursday night.
ANDRE | Er...at the ambassador's dinner?
EVERARD III | What? No, don't be stupid. At the Daytime Broadcasting Awards.
ANDRE | ...you want me on a red carpet? Can't you send Olly?
EVERARD III | And you let her?
EVERARD III | [scoffs] Watch your tone, boy. D'you think I'm too old to knock some manners into you? I will not argue with you. Olivia's not going, you are.
ANDRE | [unhappily] Yes, sir?
EVERARD III | [offscreen] Quit feeling sorry for yourself. It's one night, you'll live.
ANDRE | Yes, sir.
EVERARD III | Lighten up, Andre. You're so morose all the damn time. People think you're a cold fish, nobody wants you for King. It'd be good for your image... [rant continues, indistinct]
ANDRE | [sighs] Damn it, Olly.
[phone ringing]
OLIVIA | [groaning]
OLIVIA | Hello?
ANDRE | [over the phone] Olly? It's Andre.
OLIVIA | [resigned] Oh. Hi.
ANDRE | "Hi?" Is that really all you have to say to me?
OLIVIA | [over the phone] Listen, I know you're mad at me, but—
ANDRE | Who do you think has to pick up your slack, Olly?
ANDRE | [over the phone] When you cancel appearances for no reason—
OLIVIA | Andre, I can't go.
ANDRE | [over the phone] When you cancel for no reason, he sends me or Elise.
OLIVIA | [offscreen] I told you! I can't go, I can't even leave the house.
ANDRE | [offscreen] Why not?
OLIVIA | [offscreen] ...that's none of your business.
ANDRE | It is when it's costing me time with my family!
OLIVIA | [scoffs] Oh, so you're the only one with a family now?
ANDRE | That is not what I said.
OLIVIA | Oh, but that's you meant isn't it?
ANDRE | [over the phone] Olly—
OLIVIA | Don't "Olly" me. God, you are so fucking full of yourself!
ANDRE | Oh, I'm full of myself? Excuse me, who is cancelling engagements? Who is hiding out at Morley? Who is hiding behind Grandfather?
OLIVIA | Oh— fuck you, Andre. Go fuck yourself, you sanctimonious piece of shit—
[call disconnects]
[dialtone]
ANDRE | ...damn it, Olly.
[dialtone continues]
OLIVIA | [sighs]
FLORENCE | [from outside the room] Mom?
FLORENCE | Mom? Are you still in there?
FLORE
#armorica story#character: andre st. fleur#character: everard st. fleur#character: olivia st. fleur#character: florence norman#domestic violence cw#abuse cw#behind the scenes#armorica: 1994
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like gen v made me realize how...moderately fucked up the boys' point of views are??? like i understand that supes have taken from them but honestly yall im siding with cate here. not on everything she did (making sam not feel anything even tho that was badass and hot as fuck bc dude is a KILLER without that guilt he feels immediately after)
but!!! i understand where cate's coming from. i understand her side and honestly i'm on it. if i was a supe and found out a human wanted to kill me bc of something one supe did to them??? i'd be pissed, and rightfully so.
also props to shows/movies like this for always pointing out stuff like this bc it's exactly what happens in the real world!!! it's always been another way of showing injustice and i'm so here for that.
i love jordan, marie, emma, and andre ofc bc i'm not a psychopath (debatable) and i understand where they're coming from. but i am on cate's side here. and also (this is all over the place but whatever) cate i love you but you HAD TO know marie was NOT about to let you anywhere near jordan. marie discovering more of what she can do with her powers is awesome. same with emma!!! emma discovering that also shows that her mother is more fucked up than what we saw bc i think she can grow/shrink whenever she feels a very strong emotion and she just needs to get control of that.
this is NOT the end of my rants
#gen v spoilers#gen v#i need season 4#sagaftra strike be over now. now!!!#is that insensitive#sorry if it is#cass speaks
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I've just finished watching Berlin
and I liked it more than I thought I will, so I will rant a bit. What is this show even about?
Heists? Checked. But it is not exactly about a well elaborated heist like LCDP. Those who start watching it expecting specifically that will probably be disappointed. The heist is pretty much just a setting where the characters and their traumatic romantic experiences exist…. Which, surprisingly, wasn't as bad as it sounds written like this.
Romance? Checked. This show is a bit like a commentary about the various faces of romantic love and it did it pretty well imo. And this comes from someone who in general dislikes blatant cheesyness. The only part which annoyed me was that a certain woman proves to be far too doe eyed even at the end of the story when she should have been raging… uhm… similarly to a certain other woman who kind of did the same through the whole of LCDP, so… yeah, let's don't get hung up on this.
Problematic main character? Checked. Initially I was sceptical about this spinoff. Although, I can understand why they probably chose Berlin. Pedro Alonso makes a good lead. Although his character is not doing too much leading in the series… And Berlin was both appealing and problematic, which is a good mix for a show. In this series though, he is only problematic… and very annoying. He was such a narcissistic, insensitive, asshole even in his "golden days" that I was actually cheering for the police to catch him, and throw him into jail. Don't get me wrong, I like the problematic characters, Zulema Zahir ended up being one of my favorites, and I liked her character even more after her spinoff, but it's the exact opposite with Berlin. (Nothing against Pedro Alonso, again, he does his job well.) And that's the point probably, to call him out on his bullsht, but the guy is still infuriating. Even if I'd watch another season with him.
Interesting people in the team? Checked. This was actually a nice surprise, which I didn't expect at all. In contrast with Berlin himself, I liked all the new characters! I might even say that more than most of the team members in LCDP.
Capable inspectors to put up with the team? Checked. (Ok, we all know who wins this cat and mouse game, so that's not even the point.) BUT they have so little screentime! When we found out that Najwa Nimri will be in the series too, and especially when they used her and Itziar Ituno to promote the show my enthusiasm for it grew exponentially. And then I felt let down. I would have loved to see Najwa in a lot more episodes than the two we got with her… This is the biggest negative aspect which I can complain about. But if I am honest, I would have preferred an Alicia+Berlin or Alicia+Raquel backstory as a spinoff, but that's another thing. (Unlike Camille, Alicia would have kicked Berlin's a** for sure.) But I am glad that we at least had her, and Raquel too, in the series. I hope the creators of the show know that there are quite many people who ended up more interested in the series because these ladies made a brief appearance in it.
Pretty visuals and nice music? Checked. I loved the sunny Parisian/French scenario in the show.
I don't want to be too strict with this series, because I enjoyed it so complaining about it would be hypocritical. The only negative thing I'd emphasise again is: Not enough Alicia Sierra!
And they have to make another season just to make Andres interact with Alicia. I wanted that so much!
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Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 8 Elation
(Spoilers below)
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-RIGHT OUT THE GATE! WHEN HOW DID SHE EVEN!? THE THIRST!
-MY KWAMI THE THIRST! A minute is an eternity with the right person. Ladybug Calm the calamity that is your hormones
-Chat noir… HOW ARE YOU SO DENSE! She kissed you four times! Four!
-Geez EVERYONE is thirsty for chat noir. I don’t blame the selfie craving
-Marinette venting. And Alya pointing out the reasons she turned chat noir down in the first place.
-Now Marinette is kicking herself over it.
-Marinette pointing fingers
-So that’s how they ended up in the trash. She wants to kiss her meow meow
-Baby boy! He is precious. He wants to see Marinette
-Sabine is like “is something wrong with him?”
-Tom
-Marinette is busy destroying evidence. My heart
-LOOK AT HIM!
-Marinette’s rant
-Which is like “I’m a woman, I have a RIGHT to be into chat noir.” Like damn
-No! Adrien now known as the Alliance boy.
-So much for freedom
-Adrien now sad cause he can’t see Marinette. Baby boy
-Adrien getting visably annoyed by people wanting pictures. “Can’t I be sad for 5 mins about my love life!?”
-Marinette no… he’s right there!
-Chat noir has to pretend he didn’t see that
-the Marichat. They are both so awkward! I’m deceased
-HOW IS THIS ONLY MINUTE 5!?
-They are both nervous messes! I love it!
-WHAT IS THIS!? (My marichat soul is Emerging! I thought I had become sane but no! NO IM FERAL)
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-They baited me, I thought there would be a kiss.
-Alya and Tikki realizing they are overreacting. Alya assuring her it’s fine…
-Until it isn’t and Marinette is gone!
-THEY ARE LOOKING FOR ANDRE! You fools! You will doom us all!!!!
-Marinette ignored Alya’s call. Girl about to cause the end of the world because of thirst!!!
-Yo that looked fun
-“we are here for ice cream, unless you sell hot dogs” only Hot dog Dan can.
-Andre just OUTTED chat noir and Marinette! Damn!!!
-Wow, THAT FUCKING HURT.
-The happy mood gone… just sorrow
-Oh nice try, they trying to bait me again. You can fool me once. But this will get interrupted again
-LITTLE CHEEK KISSES it’s cute but it won’t make me believe what they trying to imply
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
-They did it! The fucking madlads! They fucking did it
-I’m feral don’t touch me right now
-And now it’s ANGST! (I’m being fed so much today)
-Monarch. CAN YOU NOT RIGHT NOW! Like s***!
-Oh no!!! Oh f***!
-Demasker, OOH. NEW AKUMANETTE JUST DROPPED
-OH SHIT 2! WE GET TWO KISSES!
-oh damn, and that one Was ANGSTY AF!!!
-But Marinette realizes what almost happened
-Glaciator 3 LETS GO!
-but now with Tiger powers
-GEEZ Andre calm down! You salty on Marinette
-Chat noir just cut him in half! Good thing he’s icecream
-OH DAMN, Alya might be dead.
-That’s a LOT OF FIRE for an ice cream man
-Glaciator can’t take the miraculous, his hands are too big! Of f***ing course
-Oh that’s creepy, Andre’s hand moving out of the ice cream
-Oh thank goodness, Alya is alive. And she is gutsy
-So the ladynoir.
-Chat noir explaining. It’s sweet and sad
-A giant umbrella. Must you hurt me!
-THEY JUST IMPALED HIM! Damn!
-My Buttocks, YOU DONT HAVE THE RIGHT!?
-Alya being a wingwoman.
-Ooo looks like It’s getting worse Gabe. GOOD
-oh no… Gabriel knows Chat noir loves Marinette. He is gonna exploit it. DONT YOU DARE YOU BASTARD!
-Chat noir does want to kiss her, but he wants to be sure it’s not an admiration thing. I get that.
-Adrien and Marinette going through it.
-But Adrien doesn’t stay down for too long
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Well,
Ahem
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fucking Fuckity Fuck!
Mother fucking shit!
This episode.
THIS EPISODE!
How dare it!! How dare it make me experience these feelings!
How fucking dare give me everything I ever wanted and then, And then it rip my heart out and piss all over it and make me want more
I need a moment
12/10
The comedy
The romance
The angst
Everything was so GHGGHGGGGAASSGG
#miraculous ladybug#ml spoilers#ml elation#gale reviews#I’m dying#I’m dead#I’ve ascended#I’m death#the angst#the drama#screaming
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Could you write a one-shot with Merula x female reader pleaseee! Maybe at a common room/hogwarts party where they have their first kiss :)
AUTHOR NOTE: aww, thank you so much for the request! I hope you are going to enjoy the reading. I love Merula from the bottom of my heart. I am sorry it took longer than I had originally planned, but I got really busy. Can’t wait to work on the other three I have got :)
Pairing: Merula x f!reader
Warnings: none, just fluff.
Prompt: in which you share your first kiss with Merula at a party, while she rants about muggle music.
I HATE MUGGLE MUSIC.
When Ben invited you over for a party, you expected baloons, food and your friends to sing along the new song released by “The Weird Sisters”, but apparently you were wrong. While the atmosphere was pretty cheerful, most of your friends were silently listening to muggle music, gulping down butterbeer and shrugging casually at the lyrics. It was a disaster.
You blinked skeptically, as you took a deep breath, made your way to Ben and greeted him with a soft smile “I thought we had agreed to boost out some good music for the night… – you started, eyeing your friend expectantly from behind your long eyelashes – Don’t you think we should switch it up on stuff they are used to?” you suggested, before involving him into a warm hug. Your friend chuckled and hugged you back, patting on the leather fabric of your black jacket.
“Oh, well, judging by your daring look, you were really hoping on some magical rock music, weren’t you?” Ben noted, checking your outfit out rather patently. To that, you simply smiled proudly and twirled around to show off your impeccable choice of clothes. You really had a good taste, but you were certain that your friendship with the Ravenclaw stylist, Andre, had increased your self-esteem and highened your standards in picking the perfect outfit for each event.
“Seriously, though, you should consider something everyone can easily enjoy. – you insisted, once you made eye-contact with him again – Maybe, later on. The night is young and I think people are more invested into food rather than dancing right now…Speaking of which, as a matter of fact, I’m pretty hungry too. See you around!” you added, your eyes now focused on the large table decorated in candles, techicolor baloons and delicious trays of food. Before you could even hear Ben babbling out a proper response, you had already made your way to the table and now, empty plate in hand, you were pondering which canapé you should have tried first.
“Oh, there you are! You are in late. That is so unusual of you. Yet, I could not expect less from the star that you are” a familiar voice pierced your ears, earning a eye-roll from you. Although you had somehow mutually stopped holding a grudge and your relationship had gradually turned into a more lively and good one, Merula Snyde could never miss her chance to tease you. You had even been out on a few dates together in past. Yet, sadly, none of you two had decided to take your relationship on another level.
“It’s good to see you too, Merula. – you started, filling your plate up quickly with some random appetizers – Are you enjoying the party? I guess you are. Well, at least, now. I’m pretty sure were bored… Eager to see me, weren’t you?” you teased her back, flashing a lovely smile at your former rival.
The purple-eyed witch grinned and took a sip of her butterbeer “Woah, guess what, you might be right for once! This music is revolting. It’s hurting my ears. Is that the obnoxious genre muggles listen to? Because, honestly, it sucks” she blurted out, the tone of her voice dripping sarcasm and annoyance.
You giggled, gesturing for her to take a seat with you and share your food “Well, I have already asked Ben to switch it up at some point. Let’s just enjoy food and the fact that we are no longer at each others throats, shall we?” you joked, earning a side-eye from your crush. You were glad she had decided to come too. You did not get to see her much during summer and you were truly longing for more contact with her. You craved her presence. You cared about Merula, about your bond, even after everything she had put your through durimg your first years at Hogwarts.
“I heard that sharing food is something people do not particularly like to do, unless they actually care about someone… Should I feel flattered?” the brunette noted, slumping down into the soft, red couch in the corner of your friend’s living room.
You chuckled and took a small bite of a sandwitch “Yeah, you definitely should. I tend not to share” you mumbled casually, glacing briefly at her.
She smirked and winked at you, a faint blush tinging her cheeks of a dark shade of red “Really? That sounds good. I don’t share either, keep that in mind” she said, emphasizing the negative of her sentence.
Your lips parted, as you frowned and started processing the meaning of her flirtatious actions and the coquettish words that had fallen from her lips. You were about to say something, when your own words resounded in your head and your breath itched. You had not realized how indefinite and equivocal your words had been until she had boldly decided to give them a meaning you actually did not mind her choosing.
“What’s wrong with you? I haven’t jinxed you, have I?” she joked, snapping you out of your stream of consciousness.
You shook your head and grabbed her hand, squeezing it reassuringly “It’s okay, I guess. – you paused, your eyes softening as your gaze trailed up to her face – It’s just… Uhm, you know, I have missed you” you confessed, clearing your throat in nervousness. She looked gorgeous, as she had always been. You had grown up together, you had blossomed into two beautiful, indipendent and strong witches. Maybe two stubborn witches.
Merula stared at you, her gaze lingering on your hand holding her one. It felt good. She was not used to kindness and affection. She was not used to love. She had only experienced it with you and she would have been a liar, if she had said she had not missed you, missed the sneaky glances and the hugs you shared, or the way you always had her back. She was in love with you and it was frightening. You were her greatest weakness.
“Did you?” she whispered, her rough tone long forgotten as she gulped down nervously.
You sighed, your grip on her hand softening “Quite terribly, truth to be told” you murmured, searching for her eyes. Did she feel what you did? She had flirted with you, even though she was not aware of your real intentions. She was not slapping your hand away and she had not left the party, that was true, indeed. Still, why nor you, neither her did not take their chances to make the next step?
A drink, you needed a drink.
“I’ll be right back, alright? I need something refreshing to drink” you declared then, letting gently go of her hand as you stood up.
You glanced over your shoulder, before leaving, spotting Merula staring up at you with a thin-lipped smile and rounded eyes boring holes in your back. Was she panicking? However, you did not investigate her expression further and walked over the hall to get yourself a glass of water.
Were you just feeling too much love for her that you had ended up allucinating things?
It was just when you had reached the middle of the room, among a crowd of people attempting to dance, that you heard her calling out your name. You stopped in your tracks, turning around slowly to face your interlocutor. She was standing a few feet away from you, her hands gripping her black skirt, clenching the fabric carelessly, and her eyes were sparkling in joy.
“I was thinking that, yes, I hate muggle music. But I have been listening to it for two hours straight now, even before you joined the party. – she began, taking a step towards you – It seems like Copper likes ‘love songs’ and… Bloody hell, what I am trying to say is that I’ve had enough time to think about you and about us. I like you a lot, okay? Those stupid songs have helped me to realise that I no longer want to spend my days dreaming about us. I want us to be a thing. We can have what other people have too” she quipped out, dropping her mask and swallowing her pride.
You were speechless, your head was spinning and all you could focus on was her, in the middle of the room, sorrounded by dozens of murmuring people. Merula Snyde hated talking about feelings, especially when it was her feeling she was talking about. She had changed. Something had changed between you two.
“Merula…” you breathed out, timidly approaching her. Nothing mattered anymore. Your vision was blurry, except for her face.
She rubbed the back of her neck in distress, her eyes daggers on your friends waiting for your next move “Could you stop staring, you freaks?!” she barked out, earning a heartfelt laughter from you. Mere inches were now standing between you two. You had never been this close before, at least, not with your heart racing into your chest and a wide smile curling your lips. You had never been happier.
“I hate muggle music too” you just said, making her smile weakly. In your peripheral, you saw Ben rolling his eyes at your statement and you chuckled. Merula rarely smiled, yet you loved when she let herself care and feel something.
“Wanna give your friends something to talk about for weeks? Because, you know, a wonderful idea has just popped in my mind and you should trust the most powerful witch–…” you cut her off, but not the way you did when you used to be kids fighting over childish stuff. You did it the way ‘adults did’, just like you two were in a movie. Your lips were dancing over hers, eliciting a gasp from that rogue of a witch you had fallen madly in love with.
Your bravery had once again made you take the leap. She smiled against your lips, her chapped ones moving in sync with yours and her unexperienced fingers running through your hair. Although you were keeping your eyes shut, you felt people’s gaze on you.
However, not only you were used to the feeling of being on the spotlight, but unlike the other occasions you felt oddly comfortable in being the center of people’s attention this time. You were not alone. You were celebrating love, a pure feeling generating happiness. There were no monsters to fight back, no curses to break or dark wizards to defeat: it was just Merula and you and a warm feeling enveloping your stomach.
When you finally parted, you took a deep breath and pressed your forehead against her one. She was panting too, her cheeks rosy and she smiled at you oh so brightly.
“I love you, L/N” she breathed out. Your heart skipped a beat and a tear fell from your lashes as you nodded and pecked her lips once again.
“It took you long enough, Merula”.
#merula x jacob's sibling#merula snyde x mc#merula snyde#harry potter hogwarts legacy#harry potter hogwarts game#harry potter series#hogwarts mystery#gryffindor#slyherin#ravenclaw#penny haywood#barnaby lee#felix rosier#tulip karasu#hogwarts mc#rowan khanna
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3, 5, and 6? (≧▽≦)
3: all time favorite pairing: Isolee (Isolde x leelathae) ofc!! <33
5: favorite platonic pairing: Lance & Blaine as of the current!!! aahstsjshsh can't stop posting about them,, they are so perfect and they just make my Brain EXPLODE. rant incoming but
Blaine and Lance just have That Something to them, that contrast, that shared past, that angst and that comfort and just—can you imagine having an ally in the constant competition for your father’s love (for your own safety), having a baby brother to protect and care for, and you've never. Can you imagine being ripped from your mother's arms, and the air of your kingdom is so much colder than the womb, and then suddenly—a year later, you're one, you're one and your father has only held you once, one is such a lonely number—you’re joined by this cooing ray of sunshine? You're warm for the first time in your life. He wears blue, you wear red. You feel so much bigger than him, so much older. He's so loud, so talkative, so hyperactive—at first, you don't understand it. You're a brother, but, more importantly, you're his brother. “Every king needs a knight,” your father whispered to you when you were seven and he was six. He was five, before. You agree, but you can't ever see Lance being the one protecting you—it’s too dangerous out there, you've seen the gladiator battles Father has you go to. In your mind, he's still six when you turn eight. He's still six when you turn sixteen and are deemed old enough to pose shirtless in those tabloid magazines. He is not an enemy, not when he's distracting you from piano lessons or sneaking you away for an extra cookie. Can you imagine?
Can you imagine being born into a family without love? You don't get why Mom doesn't let you hug her, or why Dad has you stuck in a room with people too big, talking in those condescending voices as they point to letters. You want to run, and you do—you run, you fence. You're really good at fencing. You want the people you love to smile. You never know why they don't—you’re happy, your grin always hurts, so wide it dimples your cheeks. Mom smiled at you during dinner, once! Blaine’s smiled at you, in that half-sacronic tired way, more times you can count. (You're not good at counting.) You wear blue, he wears red. Brothers, you think, as you follow him into Academy, wearing your uniform looser than his. He's the student body president, you copy off the answers of last night’s homework from your buddy and Blaine sniffs, but, hey, he tells you about how Mr. Dovecote is particularly partial to students who bring him those fancy chocolates from the Gingerbread Man’s Catchin’ candy shop in the local town. You read this picture book, once—Andre said it was a graphic novel—about these two skeleton brothers with red and blue. You think they're just like him and you. You like hanging with your friends more than your studies, you don't like to read that boring Shakesphere stuff, you learned to do keg stands at sixteen years old. His nose wrinkles in disdain when you told him that, but he never told Dad about it. You admire him and tease him at the same time. He's your brother, you'll follow him into the end of the earth but that doesn't mean you won't laugh your ass off the second he trips on a pebble. You are second-born, raised by Blaine’s watchful eye and the people around you’s guiding hands, and you're raised to believe yourself capable. Your brother is wary around your father and that means you can't kick your feet under the table, you can't be a second late. Over the years, you learn why he's so scared. Sometimes, you don't know why he protected you for so long. But you know. You know, even with your dumb all-muscle brain. Can you imagine?
6: favorite headcanon: oohhh I have so many headcanons 😭😭 okay but My Favorite would be that Isolde was definitely in a band. you can't tell me she wasn't, and she was DEFINITELY a guitar player.
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"You really dragged me thousands of miles, over an ocean, and through three different airports just to play in some sand?" Marshall's lack of enthusiasm did little to snuff out Colson's great mood as they trudged along the cool sands of a Caribbean beach. The sun just starting to make its descent from up in the sky. Cooling the humid air significantly. "We could have just stayed in LA and done this."
Marshall's frown was alot more visual now than it had been throughout their long journey. If Colson hadn't been with him through every half hearted bitch and empty complaint he might even believe Marshall was as miserable as hes pretending.
But, of course they've been joined at the hip since his frumpy older boyfriend first landed in LA. Clingy to a fault even if he will deny it with his last breath. So Colson knows its just Marshall's stubborn side refusing to admit he actually DOES enjoy getting out of his stuffy old house on occassion.
That isn't going to stop Colson from poking fun though. "So you're saying you'd be willing to lay out on Santa Monica with me? Catch some rays, snuggle under an umbrella?"
His shoulder catches Marshall's in a soft bump. Knocking a soft huff out of the man and sending what he assumes must be a dirty look his way behind dark shades. "And die in a mob? You know what I meant." His fingers are up adjusting the rim of his hat, another kangol but this time a bucket one. The rapper ever loyal to the brand.
It makes Colson's chest warm and his mouth stretch up into a smile. He loves this version of Em. The soft white tee and cheap cargo shorts wearing guy, who looks like he could be any old tatted up middle aged dilf. So far away from the boring tracksuits and heavy gold chain that ways his neck down any other day. Marshall has always served as a breath of fresh air compared to the overly fashionable and expensive style everyone in LA needs to keep up with.
Colson loves fashion to death, and loves flexing his own wealth and creativity through it, don't get him wrong, but the normal air around this, just the two of them dressed down to go to the beach together pulls at something soft and yearninful in his chest.
"Coulda just rented out a villa with a private beach or something." Marshall's still grumbling to himself, but his palm has dropped from it's fussing with the hat to brush against Colson's in a less than subtle manner.
The blonde can bet those eyes are darting around behind the glasses, scaling the perimeter for any surprise paparazzi.
There's no one here for miles though, that's not apart of their staff at least. Colson's wallet took a serious hit to secure that, not that he will ever tell Marshall that. Hard enough stopping the bastard from playing sugar daddy.
"Pretty sure you were the one who sat around ranting that theres no such thing as a private beach in LA babe." His fingers are dancing and weaving between Marshall's not hooking together just yet, because he always likes to wait and see if the other man will man up and make the first move for pda.
He's rewarded with Marshall's fingers roughly grabbing at his for a tight hand hold less than a minute later. Dark sunglasses directed his way instead of inland this time. "Yeah, that's because there's fucking TMZ drones everywhere-" his expression, what half Colson can see becomes more animated as he speaks. "Andre's had to shoot like 4 down already-"
He could let Em ramble on into a long speech about drones and privacy and hope the release of cagey bitchy energy soothes him, but he opts for a chaste kiss instead. Head darting down and free hand up to softly life the brim of his hat out of the way.
It's quick, and dry, nothing more than a quieting brush of lips but kissing like that always feels more scandalous outside then the few times they've gotten frisky and madeout against cars or down the hall.
The pink burn across Em's cheeks show he thinks the same, but for once the man doesn't fuss about it. Just accepts the kiss and readjusts his hat to drag Colson further down the beach and thankfully away from that expected speech.
Colson loves him. He feels is bright and burning in his chest, even more than the setting sun on his skin. Marshall doesn't even have to do something special for him to feel like that. Its a thought that rushes past his brain over the smallest of moments, which helps Colson know its different from all the times in the past. It's really real this time.
"So we're vacationing all the way out here for a picnic?" Marshall's huff drags his eyes up from whereever they settled on the man's back.
Ahead of them he can see they've finally gotten close enough to the small set up of blankets and baskets Colson had some assistants help him set up earlier. The food being discreetly dropped off while he got Marshall off the couch and agreeable to a sunset walk. It's got nerves fluttering around in the younger rappers stomach like butterflies.
Suddenly the scatter of rose petals and other romantic stuff like candles feels a bit TOO much. Too cheesy for Em to take seriously.
His hesitance must cause the silence to drag on for too long because sunglasses turn to look at him again. Marshall's mouth still and expertly hiding whatever thoughts are rushing through his head.
Colson's almost about to puke, or laugh and kick some sand around and joke how it all must be a prank from his staff but then Marshall smiles. One of those rare genuine ones that he doesn't work hard to hide, or feel ashamed of showing.
"Bout time you finally treated me like the princess I am."
It's soft, and not at malicious in its tease, exactly what Colson needs in the moment to jumpstart his confidence and get him pressing close once more. Hands slipping down to a magnetic spot on Marshall's hips almost instantly.
"Figured I needed some hot sun to thaw away all the ice first."
"Oh so I'm an ice princess now? You calling me cold?"
"More frozen than an iceberg. Absolutely awful. Using the hairdryer once a night was taking way too long-" His mouth hurts at the corners from his smile. Fingers climbing to run through Marshall's soft short hair. Hardly enough to need a blow dry but Colson's done it anyway to see it fluffy multiple times.
"Tch." Marshall's eyes have to be rolling. His fingers curl into Colson's belt loops to drag him forward the rest of the way anyway.
The two of them fit snug under the sunshade, sides touching despite the expanse of blanket all around them. Colson can't help but admire the way Marshall immedatiately moves on to pulling out the food and setting up some plates. Taking the lead as if this isn't a date Colson put together for HIM instead of the other way around.
"Holy shit, you packed tacos? Really trying to butter me up tonight aren't you-"Colson figured that would be Em's favorite part, not the trip itself, just the tacos. "Maybe you're not half bad then Kells."
"Yeah, yeah," Colson's turn to eye roll, his fingers finding the cold little container hiding away his sushi snack he's ordered for himself. "Figured I'd need to win you back over for keeping you up past your bedtime tonight gramps."
A second set of chopsticks swipes away his bite before he can get it. Marshall's amused chewing baiting him for more play. "Little do you know I already have the viagra and the astroglide out waiting at home for the long night I was planning."
"Yeah?" Colson's fingers swipe up a whole taco to steal a bite in retaliation, Marshall's noise of distress completely ignored so he can messily rain tortilla chip, meat, and cheese, crumbs all down over their plates. The quiet chastise of wastefulness ignored while he snags up a bottle of wine. "Thought we already proved I don't need any of that to keep fucking you all night. At this point we might as well invite Pete in to keep you satisfied- ow-"
The sharp jab of an elbow almost makes Colson spill his pour but Marshall's embarassed flush saves him from an additional dig.
"Meant for me to wreck your scrawny ass all night you brat."
The Pete joke is ever ignored, just like every other time Colson suggests it. A thin wall of interest obvious in Marshall's stark avoidance of the topic but they'll dream on that a different night.
"Imma keep you to that then. What number do we wanna bet on? 3? 4 times before?"
Marshall falls right into his trap as expected "Before what?"
"Before you tap out and ask me to tag in."
A middle finger and soft kick is Colson's prize this time. Attention shifting back over to the food in a silent way of truce. Both of them ever aware that if they aren't careful they'll trip their way into a riduclous bet like every other time.
But it's fine, because this is what Colson wanted anyway. Just some nice time to soothe his own nerves and enjoy eachothers company before the main event. He could sit and listen to the waves crash and watch Marshall meticulously pick at his tacos for hours given the chance.
The wine will help too. Liquid courage goes along way for Colson after all.
They stay like that until the sun drops to its lowest yet. Sky painted all pinks and oranges, the wind catching a slight chill. It's beautiful. Not unalike the sunsets in LA but maybe its the lack of smog or light pollution that makes it all seem brighter.
Colson has shifted down onto his side, stretching out along the back of the blanket. Knees offering support to Marshall's lower back where he remains seated.
They're alone. Truly by themselves without a soul around to ruin the moment or even percieve their actions.
It's peaceful. Colson feels the warm gooey seeping of love through his bones. He almost wants to fall asleep in this moment. Lock it in to last eternally over that timeless space where consciousness is far away and the past and the future can mix together.
He makes it as far as his eyes closing before Marshall's lips coax him back awake. A warm palm cupping his cheek, grounding him back to reality where silly sunglasses and a sillier hat continue to hide away those expressive eyes.
They're the first thing Colson plucks off before they roll. His body pinning the older man's to the ground in a soft huff. Hat flopping back to cup Marshall's head while blue eyes crinkle in endearment.
Colson loves him and says so with everything he's got the moment he finds his voice again. Ripping the proverbial bandaid off to lessen the sting.
There's a shakey half smile that wobbles across Marshall's lips for a moment before his expression softens altogether. "Thank god." Puffing between them in a fast sigh of relief before Colson finds his mouth dragged down into a kiss.
It's invigorating. To be seen and accepted so quickly. The relief across Marshall's face and desperation in his kiss almost all the confirmation Colson needs.
"Say it-" his mouth can't help but break away every few seconds between kisses though. Hands wandering and bodies sliding into a comfortable press. "Tell me you- fuck, Marsh-" he wants to drown the other man in kisses, in love. Pour it out of his own mouth in Marshall's to fill him and overflow just to guarentee he hears it back. "I fucking love you-"
A firm hand sneaks along Colson's lower back and another up through his hair. Breaking them apart in a lingering smack before Marshall's pointy nose nuzzles against his. Nose ring catching the same way their lips do. "Colson-"
It's painful. The way Marshall says his name, like holy scripture that burns its way off the devils tongue. Not a venomous spit, but a longing ache.
"Do you?" Colson's hips can't help but grind down hard, mouth darting to nip at Marshall's adams apple when he throws his head back in response.
"God- yes-" his tone is weak. Fingers tightening and body arching. "I've fucking loved you since the very first night you bastard."
The confession punches Colson like a knife, tearing right through his doubts and worries in an instant. He knows Marshall's telling the truth, can taste the embarassment and shame on the other mans tongue when they kiss.
"Loved you before I even knew if you'd tolerate me I think-" this time there's a laugh. It's tight and Colson can only match it with his own. Body shakey and fingers stretching to touch every inch they can.
"You should've told me."
"I know."
But he couldn't. Colson knows the pain Marshall's been through, has made his way though probably a dozen stupid fights in the beginning trying to end things, now with even more painful context. Of course the prick couldn't come out and say it first. He's been afraid just as much as Colson has.
Once you say it, it becomes something loseable.
"Can I, fuck, can I tell you something?"
Marshall's mouth is stretching up into a bigger smile, teeth flashing and tongue peeking as he swallows a laugh. Colson would hear anything he has to say.
"What?"
"I-" Proper laughter breaks them apart a little further, Marshall's hands slide up Colson's side to cup his neck and keep their eyes locked. Steady and firm. "I really thought you were either gonna dump me, or propose today. Like- completely skip this fucking lovey dovey shit and just beeline me right for a confession there in the moment, or, or just drop my ass out here in the bahamas so I can't make a huge scene-"
It's so comical Colson can't help but snort. A burst of laughter wracking through his chest immedaitely afterward that has Marshall pulling on his hair in jest.
"Seriously! You move so fucking fast on me, I can't keep up."
"You're crazy."
"And? That just means you're the weirdo who loves some nutjob."
Snorting again Colson can't help but shake his head and collapse atop his partner with a heavy drop. "I guess so."
He's feels exhausted. In a good way. Months of weight and worry off his shoulders in an instant. Body ready to start unwinding the last weeks worth of tension he's built up over just today atop of Marshall's comfortable chest.
"Propose to ya huh?" The idea sounds both silly and tempting. The door to their future finally wide open before them now with that three word admittance.
Colson is surprised by how much he suddenly wants that. Rings and a stupidly public ceremony. Marshall's hand clasped in his own, a single house shared between them. Another kid.
It's more dream fodder to make him smile silly. "I know your goofy ass aint ever marrying again."
Marshall's responding snort makes him laugh hard. "Says who?"
Even just teasing at the possibility makes Colson smile. He doesn't want to do that right now though. Too comfortable to play and joke around with Marshall so he hums a response and settles himself back down for a possible nap.
Warm arms are wrapped loose around eachother. The crash and retreat of the waves filling the silence.
Colson can't imagine more.
.
..
...
"Will you?" Marshall's voice and soft fingers draw him back in. Threading through his hair and mumbling kisses against his scalp.
"Will you marry me Col?"
#emgk#asks#i got SOFT AS FUCK BOI#with this one#cuz im soft as hell for mae#and i always get cheesy breach proposal ideas in my head for emgk#ahh
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TELL ME ABOUT ANDRE (PLEASE <3)
AHH tysm for asking!! ;-; I am happy to rant about my Horrible Guy
Andre was a regular person who laid down in the woods one day and essentially let an evil fungus take them over. Now he’s mostly dead and the mushrooms are the only thing keeping them alive. The mushrooms are somehow alive even though he only feeds them pizza, Mt Dew, doritos, and alcohol ((and people)). He doesn’t get any real satisfaction from regular food though, they’re just a placebo
They have a small cult that follows them around, and they’re the only people he’d consider his friends (though he wouldn’t admit it). Their end goal is to make their way to Oregon’s Blue Mountains (home of the world’s largest living organism, an Armillaria ostoyae) to try and pull off a ritual that would cause the world to be taken over by fungi. The cult brings Andre people they don’t like so he can Compost them and Andre sells psychedelics he grows to fund the cult’s travels (only really bad things happen if you take them though)
Andre’s end goal is bringing about the mushroom-pacolypse, but he’s selfish and it’s not his first priority. The cult would know this if they ever stopped to ask “Hey why do you keep blowing our Ending the World funds on things that only benefit yourself?” One of his worst fears is that the cult will see through their bullshit and leave them because of that someday, or because they’re all slowly getting corrupted by a fungus, or because Andre frequently lashes out (His least worst fear is death, since they know mushrooms will consume their body and so they'll never die in a way that matters to quote that one shitpost)
Also Andre won’t eat mushrooms. Not for any ideological or biological reasons but because he hates the taste and texture
#Bc this is the internet let me clarify that I do not endorse any of his actions he’s meant to be sort of the worst#but tysm again for asking!!#i made them as a tma corruption avatar oc and I think it comes through quite a bit lol#but I might turn him into his own thing so I tried to keep this post sort of vague#long post#oc: andre#talking tag#chaostwofold#answered ask
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