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sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully · 1 year

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❥ Hello, lovelies!!

This is just a quick little guideline on what/who I’ll write for, and my boundaries doing as such!

Please also note; this is prone to being updated! I will always keep a tab on when it was last updated at the bottom, so just peek at that every once n a while! Thank you!

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For sake of my own simple mind /lhj, I will not be writing OC x Canon! However, feel free to thinly veil your OC behind simple prompts (such as anxious, sassy, go-lucky, etc.!), I just get antsy with OCs in particular because I cannot write for a character that isn’t my own all too fast or accurately, like that!!

Expanding on 5., I will also likely not be writing Canon x Canon for a lot of fandoms! This does majorly depend, though, because there are a few Canon x Canon ships in certain fandoms I feel confident to write for! So feel free to shoot a request, anyways! If anything, I’ll note it for later ;]

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Welcome Home!

Wally Darling (Platonic or Romantic!)

… the other characters for WH I’m still trying to get a grasp on writing, but you are free to request anyways!! However, please note the rest will all have to be platonic for now until I get better! With that in mind, please request /nf !!There’s only one way to truly get better, after all; practice! Haha!

Oh, I’m also alright with writing Frank and Eddie (Canon x Canon) :]

I imagine I will likely broaden my horizons on fandoms/characters to write for in the future! You are always free to shoot me asking about a certain fandom or character at any time as well! But for now, it’s just Welcome Home :]

❥ Last updated; April 3rd, 2023

#fanfic #writing #drabbles #headcanons #welcome home #welcome home arg #Wally Darling #Eddie Dear #Frank Frankly #Howdy Pillar #Julie Joyful #Poppy Patridge #Sally Starlet #Barnaby B. Beagle #welcome home home #Wally darling x reader #sighsdeeplyanddreadfully

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itslulu42 · 6 years

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Ah there are so many tropes to choose from I had a hard time. I wanted to choose the 2 tropes I'm using in a fic I'm planning but I'm going with something else. How about ... Awful First Meeting and Blind Date for my OTP Kakashi x Hinata? Oh. Surprise, you're the first person who gets to find out I ship KakaHina ;) But I think my blog title gave it away lol.

I saw your blog title about a month ago and I was floored. I stared at it for a good minute going, “When did this happen?” XD

We can’t stay in the Naruto world. The Hyuga clan is too well known and probably the first time Kakashi saw Hinata was during the Chunin exam so I feel like I can’t control it. Boo!

So we are going to make this an early eighteenth century romance novel. Jane Austen-esque. That means lots of intense stares across the room, discussions about propriety, and culminating with *gasp* hand holding!

Hinata is young woman out in the country in need of a husband. Her father had a good name, but unfortunately he died right as he was negotiating Hinata’s betrothal. Her intended was someone who wasn’t ready to settle down and had only gone through the motions, even as he searched for another adventures. When Hinata’s father died, he hopped on the nearest boat, not leaving a message on when or if he was coming back.

As such, Hinata’s fate was left in the hand of her uncle. Hizashi, being the second brother, was unprepared for all the responsibility that came with his new wealth. But the time he realizes that he should have married off Hinata already, her favor has gone out a little bit. There is gossip that there must be something wrong with her personality, perhaps there is a sour lady underneath her gentle face. Why else would her betrothed vanish without a word?

And so, Hinata attends the requisite balls, standing nervously in a corner waiting for a dance, only to find fewer requests every time. She starts to despair, she doesn’t get along with Neji’s wife and he merely tolerates her. When her uncle dies, she’s not certain if she has a place to go.

The Hatake family managed to purchase a few Arabian thoroughbreds in the 1700s, making it the premier place to purchase a horse. There are many visitors on the grounds in late autumn. Hinata accompanies her family there, Neji is in need a new horse as his family is growing.

There is a party on the grounds, and Hinata stand in the corner as everyone dances. Tired, of standing and smiling politely, she escapes to the stables. One of the mares had caught her eye and she wished to see it once more before they left for the day. She wanted to sketch it before she left. None of the horses in her town were as magnificent.

There, she meets a stablehand, a clean-shaven man with a scarred eye but a kind smile. He lets her feed the mares carrots and listens to her as speaks. Hinata has lots of words to say, you can hear a lot from the corner of a room when no one thinks of you.

The next day, as Hinata is riding back in the carriage with her family, she realizes she left her drawing book in the stable, needing her hands free . She laments for her loss.

Hinata doesn’t realize that she left Hatake Kakashi besotted. And she certainly doesn’t realize that he vows to return her sketchbook in person.

Also I want this story and now I ship it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#sufferthesea #the plot bunny grows at midnight #ask game

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blackpaladindown · 6 years

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BlackPaladinWeek: Day 2 Original/Divergent

Okay so I’ve given up trying to follow these with the days because of who I am as a person. Inexcusable.

For the ‘Original’ aspect of this prompt I wanted to stick to the original Shirogane Takashi death in GoLion with the Divergent being a couple darker elements because I figured why the heckles not?

Also can someone remind me that ‘Whump’ does not mean ‘Kill on sight’ Because all of these are killing this poor man. Lack of foresight on my part I guess.

Pretty sure this was not how @blackpaladinweek intended this week to go. But this isn’t a fluff blog so buckle up buckaroos!

Dude, my brain’s gonna melt.”

Keith, who was being surprisingly patient for guarding their exit while Lance and Shiro scoured the Galra ship, clicked in low and quiet. He was sneaking; “What is it? Did you guys find anything?

Anything. Anything would have been better than this. All brain power was set to figuring out what the fuck they were looking at, so he turned on the camera feature in his helmet and plugged the feed to the other paladins and the castle. “What the fuck is that?!”

“Language, Pidge,” he scorned dryly, stepping in to get a better look. “You got my back, Lance?”

“Copy.”

The ‘that’ was a tall, gangly looking… mess. Like someone took all the worst parts from all the ugliest animals and monster mashed them together with chewing gum and baked it. Legs like a swamp monster from Scooby-Doo, a bear-esque body, winged arms like a pterodactyl, scales everywhere that wasn’t covered in fur. The face… “That’s a human face,” Pidge noted cautiously.

Shiro had a sick feeling like she shouldn’t be seeing this-- hell no one should be seeing this! The closer he got the more Shiro trembled and quaked, his breathing feeding back to him deafeningly through the comms. It wasn’t just a face… “That’s my face.”

It was hard to see at first-- no one would be mistaking this guy for the real Shiro at least-- but the almond-shaped eyes, the shape of his jaw, even the slightly crooked eyetooth. It was him. At least in the way that your reflection is you. “Shiro… you okay, man?”

“We have to take him with us.”

Lance whirled on him with bulging eyes and his jaw dragging on the floor. “Um, yeah, are you insane? This is exactly what we came here for-- it’s a robeast, Shiro.”

Whatever Lance was prattling on about Shiro didn’t hear nor did he particularly care; he was too busy looking around for a lever or a button or even an ‘eject evil experiment’ option. “Exactly why we’re taking him with us. Who knows what plans the Galra have for him--”

A thousand voices at once flooded over the comms. Unsurprisingly, in the face of uncertainty and scary-scaley things, Hunk’s voice drowned the others’; “What if it’s dangero--”

“I’ll ready an extraction,” Keith cut in, a bit louder.”

“... would we even put it?!”

There wasn’t time to explain and there weren’t any words to justify his thoughts, or at least not in a way that made him sound like a psycho. All he knew was that this was a part of him-- it was him-- and he was going to be the hero he needed not a year ago. “It’s a robeast, Shiro, we can’t trust it on the ship. It’s probably got a tracker in it and everything!”

“No!” Shiro snapped, “He’s alive and I’m not leaving him behind. Lance watch the door.”

In the presence of occupied radio silence the comms beeped; they were all watching him figure this out on his own. Fine. “Found it.” Bringing his fist down on the Galran eject button he yelped and nearly crawled out of his skin at the chain of blaring alarms shooting off. But they were all drowned out when the pod began to open, wires and tubes disengaging with a hiss of steam as they flopped limply against slick furry-scaley skin. “Keith is that extraction ready?”

“I’m right over your location.”

“Okay man,” Lance began as the creature began to slump, Shiro already reaching up to catch it in his arms. “How are we gonna get him ont--”

The creature landed in his arms just as Lance’s screams ripped open the speaker in his helmet and he twisted them both awkwardly to search for Lance over broad leathery wings and a limp and lifeless body. Lance was on the ground and writhing and kicking under a blanket of bright pink wire hatching that sparked off over his armour and singed into the exposed skin of his cheek. A net?!

“I see you’ve been admiring my work, Champion.” Haggar. Lance’s screams broke off into shrill agonized cries when the mask of his helmet dropped and severed its contact with his skin; she yanked on the net and his kicking tangled body slid across the floor. “A conglomerate of only the greatest gladiators from the pit; a perfectly engineered fighter with a familiar face.”

“Why,” he breathed miserably. No. This was Haggar, she didn’t need a reason and he didn’t need her twisted answer. He activated his given hand and tossed the dead creature to the side, coiling back to break for the witch, namely the net dragging Lance closer and closer to hell. Any noise from the other paladins (as well as Lance’s filtered screams) were drowned out by the torrent of blood rushing through his ears. She wanted a champion? Well he hadn’t lost a battle yet.

Haggar had a way of turning men into monsters, Shiro knew this long before she started creating her demented robeasts.

His hand sliced through the net like it had never even existed and Lance flopped limp with a quiet groan. Haggar wouldn’t get a second chance at the Blue Paladin if it killed him; he made that very clear as he stood over him, an unyielding wall. “Lance… Lance get up.”

With a bit of hard nudging Lance eventually pushed up to his hands and knees, crawling back to the door closest to their exit.

Evil lunged, her and her hideous monster’s smile closing in on him and with it came the familiar feeling of caging, of being backed against a wall. “Stay away!” Gathering his balance he threw himself forward, hand clawing through piss-yellow soulless eyes and missing sorely in a ripple-- a flicker that had him seeing double.

Double didn’t go away. It split again and again and again…

Behind him Lance squawked and five more were creeping in from behind. “Team! Lance’s hurt and we’re surrounded--”

“I’m on my way!” Hunk replied.

“No one’s saving you this time, Champion. Not while you stand in the way of the Galra.” Behind him is the distinct sound of paladin armour on Galran steel; it’s a very distinct sound that they’ve all had plenty of experience with. Even more recognizable is Lance’s small pained whimper, quiet and tinny under the hoard of transmissions between five very frantic and equally pissed off Voltron fighters.

Something in him snapped. Animalistic and raging as he lunged for the set of hands digging into blue armour. Papery flesh and thin bone disappear like he’d passed an eraser over a chalkboard. An apparition. He lunges for the next closest, then the next closest, and the next. She’s in here somewhere and he was going to melt that grin off her face.

When he thought he’d found the right witch he lunged with everything he had, no fear for the sparking purple magic jumping off the tips of her fingers that once had him crawling to the back of his cell. But when he swiped it didn’t connect.

Instead of a splash of blood his face was flushed with light unimaginably bright; the kind of bright that shamed the suns he’d been stupid enough to look directly at. Spots bled out over his vision and he stumbled back with splitting shriek. The backs of his eyes throbbed with the threat of literally exploding in his skull, and when he blinked he saw nothing but blazing white-- pain white. “Shiro! Shiro what happened?!”

It’s Keith, scared shitless and panting hard-- the sound a thousand times raspier than he’d ever heard it before.

“Wha--no! NO! Let me go you fucking freak!”

Without sight half of his world was gone, so when he whirled and threw himself at Lance there really was no game plan aside from ‘human shield’ and ‘slow them down.’ Keith and Hunk were coming for them. He could hold on.

Whatever had Lance let go and they both toppled over onto the ground in a heap of limbs.

The presence that loomed over him, that snatched him by the throat and lifted him clear off the ground, was not Haggar by any stretch of the imagination. Skin tight and leathery smoothed over his jaw. Fur tickled his chin for the briefest moment before he was airborne and crashing into the ground with his shoulder taking the full brunt of his weight with a sickening crunch. “Look how you’ve gone soft,” Haggar cackled over quiet piggish squeals.

“Shiro… oh my god, man…” Lance breathed, hard and fast and so *so* very scared. Shiro was used to fear in the younger paladins, but this was a new level of scared from Lance. More disturbed. “Not… not a robeast!”

“Lance! Lance I’m coming!” Keith. Keith was coming.

“You’re a fatal weakness,” Death speaks, hovering at his side with a smaller, spindly thin hand splayed over the back of his helmet. “I’m doing you a favour.”

He shakes off her hand to rise but something excessively like a club cracks over the exposed part of his mid-back where the paladin armour doesn’t quite reach. Everything above his belt ripped up in electric fire and his legs shut off.

Screams ripped out his chest, shocked and overwhelming and in the wake of a pain that shadowed losing a hand. His cries echoed in hideous melody with the creature’s as it clambers over his stunned body.

“How fitting that the new Champion overthrow his predecessor. A true Galra soldier.”

The comms had gone quiet, beeping with the occupied silence. It’s Lance who broke the devouring emptiness; “...Shiro?”

“Don’t be scared,” he gasped back, tugging his head free when his helmet was pulled off. Before Lance could scream he was blacking out to the sound of his neck crunching under a devastating blow.

At least he didn’t have to look himself in the eye this time.

#voltron legendary defender #VLD #takashi shirogane #Shiro #fucking dies again #body whump #body horror #horror #fanfiction #solo #Mod creates #blackpaladinweek

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theoneandonlyowengrady · 7 years

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Yondu’s Daughter

// Peter’s Lover

Peter Quill x Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Summary: The reader is Yondu’s daughter, who also happens to be in love with Peter Quill. One day, in a surge of love for the man, the reader ended up in a bit of a situation. Instead of coming clean about it, she decides to hide it as long as she can. Also !! I’ve included gifs as the story goes on, just to make it more story-book-esque. Tell me if you like it !!

To be a ravager was to be everything your father honored, everything the love of your life cherished, and everything you believed was right in the universe. To be free. Free of obligation, free of ties binding you to people and places, free of tyranny and government. You believed in these ideals since you were a child, watching as your father picked up another small child to bring to the planet-man.

But that kid- Peter, he said he was called- was different. You had always been friends growing up, which Yondu appreciated to some extent, and had, somewhere along the way, mixed up the border between friendship and love in your teenage years. You thought back on the time fondly, remembering his little stubble, his cocky, naive outlook on life that screamed wonderful to you. and he was beautiful. Always, he was the most beautiful creature you had ever seen.

Your father would not have approved of the relationship. Not like he would be able to do anything about it, but the man was important to you. So after your first night with Quill, you got up early, cleaned yourself up, and prompt pretended the entire thing was just a phase the both of you were going through. You put on a grumpy smile and dressed in your usual dirty mop, and Yondu did not suspect a thing.

The months had gone by slowly, the sneaking around becoming more of a chore than a fun game of hide-and-seek. Peter didn’t understand why you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him, and with his jaw clenched and eyes wet, he yelled.

“Are you ashamed of me?” He asked, muscles clenched. It almost scared you.

“Never,” you hissed, dropping your head to your hands, fuming, “it’s just, I’m his daughter, and he basically raised you, he’d never-”

“He wouldn’t care!” Peter struggled, grabbing you by your arms and staring into your eyes, hurt raging behind his skull.

“Of course he would, I’m just not ready-”

“You try to make him seem like this greta, typical father guy, but he isn’t! He’s a jerk, and-”

“-a jerk who saved your hopeless human life and knows that he raised you to be a jerk just like him!” You yelled, shoving him away from you. Your hands began to tremble as the bitter melting of heartbreak began to crack within your chest.

He stared forward dumbly for a minute before he turned and left. You decided that meant it was all over for now. So you went to sleep crying, your nose stuffed and head throbbing by the time peace finally claimed you for a few precious hours.

The words echoed in your head as your dreams and nightmares took you hostage in the night. Ashamed. Daughter. Father. Jerk.

A few weeks later, alone again as you had slowly began to prefer, you noticed things begin to change. With you. With your body. You pushed off the signs for another few weeks, taking random odd jobs smuggling and stealing until finally some people started to whisper. Their stares nearly drove you out of your mind.

Luckily, you wouldn’t be visiting your father anytime soon, which gave you time to think.

Silently in the night you took a small ship from the port where you had been parked, your mind running wild. Knowing the truth- however much you hated the thought- you knew you had to find Peter, and you also knew that that was not an easy task.

You wandered around to Knowhere, scanning the area for his ship, leg shaking beneath you.

“Come on, Peter...” you muttered, gnawing on your lower lip.

Days went by, and not a sign of the man showed up. Anywhere. You figured the only person who might have a shot at knowing was your dad, but then again, he would notice such a drastic change very quickly. And then there would be two people hunting down Peter Quill.

A few more months. You found a small place to settle down for a little while as you tried to cope with your situation. You had whispers that Starlord AKA Peter Quill was getting into some trouble with some infinity stones, and after asking about what on earth those were, you began to worry.

What if you never figured out what to do? You had a kid, a kid with no dad, a kid with no granddad, with a ravager mom... You wanted a different kind of life for a child, you always have, even though you never intended on being pregnant. You and Peter both grew up that way, and, well, look at the mess-

You fell back on your bed, hair sprawling around you, the little bump on your belly just barely visible in your line of sight.

Look at this mess, you thought, shoving a pillow under your neck, I need help, somebody’s help.

You weighed the options in your mind. Your father would be angry- so angry, and you wouldn’t be able to stop his rage. At Peter for leaving, at you for keeping such a secret from him. And Peter- well, maybe Peter was over your little fight. Then again, maybe he was with another girl... The thought made you want to throw up. Your eyes welled with warm, biting tears, and you covered your face with your arms.

Flying around alone was scary sometimes. You never knew what trouble you’d get into, what kind of people you’d meet. Yet somehow you built put he courage each time you saw somebody new to ask about Peter. Apparently he was running around with a new little gang, a little raccoon and tree-thing that was surprisingly cute. A very big man who never wore a shirt.

And a girl. A girl who some claimed he risked his life for.

The thought warmed your heart and froze your should simultaneously. You thanked ever stranger kindly and continued on your journey, though everyday you’d find a reason to cry more and more.

One day, after waking up and putting on a brave face, you wandered into a place you hadn’t checked before. Some people had directed you in that general direction, though you hadn’t dared go too far away from where you were comfortable. You didn’t have that much longer to go into the pregnancy, and you couldn’t do this all by yourself, so you went on in the hopes that maybe luck would be on your side.

And what would you know? A little ways away was a small little ship, orange and faded against the backdrop of the universe. A shiver went up your spine and landed at your heart, squeezing it until your blood was about to burst with adrenaline. You got as close as you could, slowly easing your way towards him. He made no effort to move.

The phone on the ship began to ring, which startled you, because usually you’d be the one doing the calling. With shaking hands you answered, and up on a small screen appeared Peter’s face. Recognition flashed across his eyes like a glint of light, and suddenly his annoyed expression softened.

Without much thought, you placed your hand on the screen over his face, choking back tears. The kind of tears that were just wet all over. That didn’t stop for anything. You covered your moth with your free hand and let out a muffled, cracking sob.

“I found you,” you said.

He opened his mouth, eyes set with a deep sadness and jaw locked tight.

“Peter?” Someone asked, entering the picture, “who’s this?”

It was a girl, with velvety green skin and dark, long hair. You held your breath, hiding your hurt behind the hand that was pressed over your mouth.

“She’s, uh...” Peter scrambled, breaking his watch on you and looking down, “somebody that I grew up with...”

“Oh,” she said, raising her eyebrows, “I’m Gamora.”

You lowered your hand and forced up a polite smile, the corners of your lips twitching in protest. “Hello. I’m Y/N.”

Peter glanced at Gamora and then back at you. Your heart shattered and trickled down into your stomach. You could feel the acids chewing away at everything that could ever love.

“Peter, I... I wouldn’t have come, but I’ve been looking for you... There’s something-” you paused, taking in a sharp, heavy breath. “There’s something I think you should know.”

Gamora threw Peter a look and punched his shoulder, walking away with her head shaking.

“What is it?” He asked, swallowing.

You stared at him for a moment, taking in his face, his stubble, the way his eyes moved, examining your own... You felt a tear fall from your eye and land on the console in front of you.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?”

You looked down, one hand placed carefully buy firmly over the bump in your stomach. You could leave now, you thought, and just not ever make him have to worry about it. You weren’t sure which he would want. You never talked about kids. He had never known his dad, but you weren’t sure he was that sentimental about this sort of thing. You wished he could be. But reality took you by the hand and said he probably wasn’t. I mean, he was raised by ravagers.

Then again, so were you.

“I have something to show you,” you said softly, “I don’t want you to be afraid or feel... Well, I need you, Peter. For better or for worse we were something, and I need you again, for one second. Just one second. And if you’re going to walk out of my life forever after that, then fine. I guess I’ll just learn another lesson.”

He stared into the screen, lips just barely parted, the kind of thing he does when he's thinking and he's sad and doesn’t know what to say. After a moment, he nodded, and the video died. You were left sitting there, alone, suddenly engulfed in the loudest silence you had ever heard in your life.

A few minutes went by before Peter was on your small, messy ship. You had yourself wrapped up in a blanket, covered from shoulders down, and you were sitting on a small chair, your face red and shaded under the dim flickering light.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” He asked as soon as soon as he was free from his mask, making his way towards you. “Are you sick?”

You shook your head and looked up at him, slowly rising as though your lips were struck by some sort of magnetic connection. His eyes remained glued to your face, eyes swollen and puffy from crying for so, so long.

“Peter... I’m so, so sorry. I thought I would be alone. You don’t understand what a relief this is to me...” You whispered, looking away form him now, “but i understand, I really do, if you can’t... If you can’t help me-”

He took your shoulders in his hands and forced a smile on his face. “Of course I’ll help you. What do you need? Anything.”

You looked down at the blanket draped over your large belly. “I know you probably don’t love me anymore, but I’m hoping you can love it.”

He looked at you for a moment, confused.

The blanket fell to the floor with a light, airy tap. You were clothed, though the bump was obvious. Fighting the urge to wrap your arms around your lower body and sit or turn away from him, you stood there, feeling his stare pierce you.

At first, he did not look down. the first sign that something with him had changed. Whether it be him or his feelings for you, it didn’t matter now. You were doing what you needed to do. After a moment of eye contact and heavy breathing, eyes filled with a stinging salty glaze, he glanced down at the rest of your body, his lips pink as his eyes began to water like yours.

“Y/N?” He asked, stricken, numb.

You took a step towards him, but he tensed. “Peter, I’ve been looking for you for months. This is yours...” You tried, tried so desperately to make it easy. He wouldn’t move towards you.

“I can’t do this-” he said, his voice skipping and dropping a few octaves, “a dad- I can’t be a dad-”

You moved another step closer to him, and this time he remained still.

“You don’t have to stay with me. But this is real, this is happening, and I need help, at least for a little while...”

He reached a hand out and placed it on your cheek. It felt different. More rough, calloused. But still warm. You let your head melt away under his touch, and your eyes closed.

Because your eyes were closed, you didn’t see the sad smile that his lips pressed up into, the flash of that old rekindled love in his eyes. Once yours reopened, it was gone.

“Have you told Yondu?” Peter asked, lowering his hand and glancing down at your belly again.

“No, I was trying to find you first. He would... I don’t think he would be happy if any man left me like this, especially you, Peter.”

He glanced down once again, his posture weakening. His body shifted to face you more dead-on, and his hand twitched up.

“You can touch it, Peter,” you whispered, moving slightly closer still.

He looked up at you quickly, but promptly put a hand on your stomach, his eyes red and fingers shaking.

“I’m gonna be a dad?” He asked, his voice cracking, cheeks the warmest shade of red you had ever seen. A tear fell from his eye, bouncing off his cheek and dripping to his chin.

“Yes,” you said, suddenly stuffed up. You stepped into him one last time, your hands reaching up to hold his neck, your fingers scratching his hairline. “You’re a dad, already, Peter. And I’m a mom. We can be everything for this baby that we never had.”

He put his other hand on your stomach, and it felt as though he was holding you together. Once again that smiled played on his lips, that love danced in his blue eyes shimmering in the faint light.

“I never stopped loving you, Peter,” you said, breaking. Tears rained from your eyes like a storm, wetting your lips and your neck.

He raised his hand to wipe your tears, and brought your head in to his. He pressed his lips to your forehead and wrapped his arms gently around you and pulled you in close. Suddenly the universe made sense again.

Suddenly everything was going to be alright.

You had both agreed to tell Yondu together. Announcing it might be the hardest thing you’d ever have to do. Peter put his coat around you and you held it closed, loosely, over your bump, which was growing too larger to hide.

He had one hand on the small of your back as you walked towards your father. Some stared, some rolled their eyes, some welcomed you both back, but most didn’t take any notice.

“Dad,” you said, forcing a playful smile onto your face, “we’re home.”

He looked up, taking in the both of you standing before him. He looked between you to, at the faintest little gap between your bodies. He stood straight, forcing a smile to his lips. “Hey, darlin’. What’s going on here?”

You sniffed, glancing up at Peter who gave you a sure nod, his hand rubbing your back, right along your spine.

“Dad, Peter and I have been seeing each other for a long time now. I love him.”

He raised his eyebrows, his lips falling apart from each other. He looked to you and then to Peter. And then his face softened.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I thought you’d be angry-” you tried, stepping forward to hug him. The coat came open, parting for your stomach.

Yondu stepped back, taking in your new form. He looked to Peter again, his face twisting into something... confused. Almost betrayed, almost... Almost like he didn’t know what to say or feel.

“Dad,” you said, lips shaking, “everything is okay. I’ve wanted to come home and tell you, really, but I had to find Peter first-”

“You mean to tell me,” he said, ignoring you and stepping towards Peter, “that while we were out there fighting, while you were running around with that green chick, you and my daughter were gonna have a baby?”

Peter stiffened himself, shrugging slightly. “I didn’t know.”

Yondu grabbed him and put him to the wall, spit flying from his lips as he spoke. “You didn’t know? What happened, then? You left her? You left her, alone, with a child?”

Peter’s eyes began to water, and he pushed Yondu back. “I didn’t know.”

Yondu stared at him, lost, and turn to you. “You’re having a baby.” He said.

You nodded, moving yourself carefully between them. “Yes, dad, and I’m okay. Everything is okay.”

He looked to Peter once again, and then fell back into a chair, his body deflating with a frustrated sigh. He shook his head. “My kids having a kid,” he muttered, “with the boy I saved.”

You tried to force up a smile. But soon, Yondu began to laugh. You glanced at Peter, who was just as confused as you were.

“My kid,” he said, giddy, “man am I glad I didn’t bring you to your dad, boy.”

Peter put his hand back on your back, and Yondu smiled a little bit.

“Tell, Y/N, are you happy?”

You looked up at Peter, one hand finding your belly.

“Yeah,” you said, “I am.”

A little while later, you gave birth to a little boy with a full head of light-colored hair. He was a strong kid. He cried a lot, like to eat, loved to be held. Peter cried when he held him for the first time. Yondu laughed and gave him a hardy slap on the shoulder.

“Are you staying, Peter?” You asked one night, the baby fast asleep on your chest and Peter laying beside you.

He looked over at you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“I think I just might,” he whispered, sitting up and placing a kiss on the boy’s head before doing the same to you.

“I never thought I could love something so weird looking so much.”

You laughed.

“I knew I could. I love you, don’t I?” You giggled, straining your neck to kiss him, right on his lips.

He sank into it, still smiling. “I am pretty weird, aren’t I?”

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Girls’ Last Tour 1 - 2 | Juuni Taisen 4 - 5 | Ancient Magus’ Bride 2 - 3 | Idolish7 1 - 2

The only one I’ve properly kept up with out of my 5 shows this season is Juuni Taisen, so I’m going to roll out the tag for that show first. Also, the Idolish7 first two episodes became free recently so I cover them here too.

Girls’ Last Tour 1

Pipes…grunge…hey, doesn’t this look familiar? *glares at Princess Principal*

I’ve only seen one episode of Made in Abyss but I get a bad feeling about these character designs…

I’m worried about this falling into the Yuri Divide. Sure,the fandom can do what it wants, but please don’t ship the lolis.

Oh right. Wind, meaning there’s an opening somewhere.

That dramatic eye opening made the outside world seem like an anticlimax. C’mon, show. You can do better than that.

I feel like Chito says “shut up” a lot, even though she’s only said it twice. I get how she’s kind of relatable, but this show’s not on the level of MMO Junkie or even Juuni Taisen. It’s just kinda…average.

Did Tangled ever teach you how to use a pan, Yuu?

Everything’s kinda WWI-esque. It’s kinda unsettling for a person who’s never properly seen war.

Even in this snowy world, you could still learn to hunt and cook, right?

If you kill your friend in a post-apocalyptic world, you’ll be lonely by war. Don’t kill each other, kiddos. Lives are precious.

This is serious, kiddos! C’mon!

Eating snow is meant to quench your thirst, but it’s not any good for hunger. Apparently.

Well, I’m quite lukewarm on this. I’ve already found my seasonal hits and I study globalisation, so it’s no surprise I find this stuff a lot like my weekly content. Nonetheless, whoever decided to put Classicaloid behind a paywall’s gonna have to pay (pun not intended)!

Girls’ Last Tour 2

I half expect a “hey you!” joke but they don’t work in Japanese…

What are the wiggly things on the ground next to Chi and Yuu in the OP??? Leeches???

Oh geez. Now they even draw cleavage on the lolis. Meaning these guys are just drawn young. That’s both a good and a bad thing.

Those letters seem to be…no language in particular.

Book burning. What a thing to throw in.

Oh. The blocky writing is actually hiragana or katakana. You just need to look at it closely.

I think that was meant to be comedy…but it was so cruel. Poor book.

I think what they’re saying is “don’t burn history”, but I think we learnt that a long time ago when the Chinese burnt books.

Maybe if these gals had Bear Grylls they’d survive a bit longer…?

Lemme guess: either Yuu burnt them all, destroyed them all or read them all.

The original joke was gomen wa, where ne is similar to wa. At least, I think it’s a wa. It could be a re.

The red circle said Yuu wrote the me wrong, so it’s actually probably gonun ne.

Well, someone funded a sakuga ending. Like the one from ACCA with dancing Lotta.

Juuni Taisen 4

I find it heavily symbolic that Nezumi likes eating eggs. Eggs represents chickens…and conundrums…

Ooh…bam. Nisio Isin’s going the Middle Eastern proxy route.

Hmm. Interesting, it’s basically Bystander Effect: the War.

The anime’s currently ahead of the manga, so I got slightly startled by Boar’s appearance. However, I’ve read some spoilers elsewhere, so I knew she was going to be in Monkey’s story somewhere else. I just didn’t think it was this soon.

Recycled footage…bad show! Bad!

LOL, CGI tank. Sorry for ruining the mood, but that stood out a bit too much for my liking.

“…participation is mandatory…” – Huh. I never saw that detail coming.

“Ow. I thought you were against violence.” – (LOL.) Yeah, but apathy isn’t good when something’s coming to get you in the sewers, so I’m with Monkey on this.

Wa-wait! Y’mean, Rabbit can use Chicken to use Eye of the Cormorant…so Monkey will die this ep??? [Monkey dying]’s exactly what I’ve been fearing for the duration of this episode. Update: If you want the spoiler version from the end of the ep…she didn’t die.

Notice Monkey uses moves that use the strength of her opponent against her. It’s a very pacifist touch, so to speak.

There are a series of images that flash by before the casual clothes part of the ED. If you observe them closely, you’ll see a lot of them involve the number 12. (Example: the cubes have lines on them that read “12”.)

LOL, I think I only just now spotted the bodyguard behind Boar. He’s hard to spot behind all the splatter.

Home boy and his T-bars make me laugh every time. Then of course, there’s Mr Floofy Jacket.

Oh, it’s Duodecuple who’s doing these next ep previews. I couldn’t figure out who it was last time I tried.

Juuni Taisen 5

Genius, with a capital letter? They keep calling him the Genius of Slaughter in his backstory, so I guess that’s where it’s from.

A Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing is the same in Japanese as it is English, so at least the pun is there.

LOL, this episode is pretty much all “stuff goes kaboom!”, and that’s pretty much the way of the Sheep. Haha.

Of mice and men, eh??? (I read enough spoilers to know who the victor is…but I don’t know how they win.)

Whoa, yeah, baby! Bring that action! (That happens to be exactly the way I imagine my own action stories – from the front seat, so to speak.)

The snake’s winking! So cute! I want me some plushies like those!

Old-Timer. Haha, great pun on so many, many levels.

Ancient Magus’ Bride 2

I started doing a productivity blog and got caught up in it so much, I neglected anime! Imagine that – me, neglecting anime!

Oh, there’s a little “open” sign near the door.

It’s anime Hogwarts! Only the train is more colorful…LOL. (Actually, Little Witch Academia is anime Hogwarts, so scratch that.)

Ooh, Elias has a good taste in faces. Not that I’m complaining or anything. (Looks like En-chan, to boot.)

Elias is like the NEET genius of the magic world here. It’s kinda funny.

What’s a Gem’s Bee? (No spoilers, I’m not a manga reader!)

Angelica’s like her (Chise’s) mother, LOL. Seeing Elias properly emote is hilarious, hilarious! (Why I procrastinated on this show? Because it’s a slow mover that should be appreciated in its own time, but I’m not good with binging so…that’s why I’m only watching it now.)

Oh! No wonder Angelica seems like a mother. She is a mother.

Ooh! Ice flowers. Pretty. I’ve already gotten way too many screenshots for my own good out of this show…As a writer, I feel like I could never make a story like this.This is a story best fostered under someone else’s hand.

Poppies, eh? To me, poppies symbolise war and sticking out, but that’s just a product of where I was born. In the case of war, poppies represent the blood of the fallen and those who rise above that.

Speaking of stories I couldn’t write, I’m currently bringing Next to Me to a close. I feel like that’s my best match to AMB, which is why my thoughts dwell on stories so much right now. Next to Me is one of those stories where the world matters just as much as the character building, if not more, which is why the understated majesty of AMB is a good match.

Seeing a blonde Englishman use –kun like a Japanese is a bit disorienting.

Simon really treats Chise like a child, eh?

The “open” sign now says “close”. What is this house, an apothecary?

The CGI door was a bit weird…

Whoa! That was a bit of a fast approach into the dragon scene, but apparently the dragon part of AMB was really hyped…

Ancient Magus’ Bride 3

How does skelly-man see like that?

The dragons look like…Pokémon! (That was my first thought, LOL.)

This blonde is Lindel from the promo material I’ve read. He looks like zaShunina (Kado), so it’s best to be wary of him.

Ooh, now there’s an application of shadows I’d never be able to think of!

Holy flame spirits, Batman! Elias has a tongue! (I got spoilered on that by ANN, but it’s crazy seeing it in context.)

Ancient mages shouldn’t be hot like zaShunina! Where are the real old fogeys like Kiku(hiko, SGRS)?

Uncle Nevin! I found it extremely charming this uil has a name beyond “Uil”.

Can these dragons read minds? Or is it just the power of Dragon Knowledge (TM)?

When they say “Anime saved my life”, I guess they never meant it this literally…or at least, Chise never meant it this literally.

That dragon has way too many eyes!!! Yipes.

Huh. I haven’t felt this feeling since SGRS. The feeling of a masterpiece on my eyeballs.

羽鳥チセ <- That’s how you write Chise’s name, so they did another “Western creature uses Japanese knowledge” thing…

D’aww. That was beautiful! No wonder people like it, now I like it too. Nothing short of majestic, guys, nothing short of majestic.

Hey, the guy who voiced Nevin is called Ryuuzaburo. Ryuu means dragon in this case. (Meta pun!)

Idolish 7 1

Crunchyroll really tried to hype this thing up! Wow. So, here I am at what could pretty much be called a premiere event of the simulcast commentary. Enjoy, friends.

By the way, I’ve tried a bit of the Idolish 7 game (but since it was on BlueStacks, I couldn’t do the “rhythm” part of the rhythm game very well and subsequently couldn’t get too far) and of course, there’s a vested interest through Shirai, Masuda and Nishiyama. Update: There’s no Nishiyama in sight. Sorry, guys.

Oh wow. This is exactly as I remember it in the game, right down to the word!

Yay! I was looking forward to seeing the basketball scene adapted, since it’s possibly the only scene I got to experience in the game in its (Japanese) entirety. Bring the dang game to the Western world, Bandai!

Riku is such a pure cinnamon bun when he gets the basketball back.

LOL, Nagi is such a flirt, kyaa~ (semi-sarcastic).

I don’t remember them dropping Trigger’s name so early…geesh, my memory must be sketchier than I thought it was.

Just as a reference, Iori (black) is 17 while Riku (red) is 18.

Ooh, I just spotted a Trigger ad on one building during that cut.

Ooh, good sense of drama these guys have got going.

Idolish 7 2

Expressiveness for a grump like Yamato, LOL.

LOL, there’s a shark in the back…

Iori has a cat shirt, hahaha.

Cool and sharp…stationery? Like a compass?

Iori’s so sarcastic, I can’t tell f he’s ever being serious or not.

I don’t know who’s my favourite so far out of these i7 boys. Probably the one similar to my husbando, Tamaki.

Ahh, gotta love me a good, honest hardworking anime gal. You don’t see them very often, y’know. It’s refreshing.

That was a great Iori impression Mitsuki did, even visually (note: I didn’t listen to Mitsuki do the impression, I only read the subs…hence my comment). Troyca really captured the style of the game, to boot, which is another cherry on the cake.

Notice Iori stands in front of the D.C. (da capo) and leaves to reveal it.

I researched who Riku’s brother is while I was watching ep 1 and…(spoilers for the uninitiated!) the brother is Tenn of Trigger!

There was a soba ad in the back in one lingering shot…

Hey, I get the feeling there’s CGI involved in this dance segment, but it’s…hardly detectable! Amazing! These guys seem to have gone a long way since the horribly animated Monster Generation MV.

Notice they (Troyca) only use CGI in (mostly) shots which don’t involve closeups.

Of course Nagi winks in the middle of his performance…

Whoo, yeah. That was a bold move by Crunchyroll, and of course that would grab me more than just leaking the first ep. I wonder if any critics covered this on their blogs…? Or would it not matter, since critics wouldn’t cover this “uncritical slop” anyway? Nonetheless, I covered it, and that’s what matters! (Update: Yeah, all the critics – Frog-kun, Lauren in Space, Mage in a Barrel etc. - passed on it. As expected of those critics…)

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