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infaria · 3 months

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So, so, so, SO many people miss the point of the walten files and it's genuinely saddening, because it is such a delicate story hidden behind horror. What makes the walten files stand out from the rest of the big analog webseries out there is the fact that it's so far the only one that is both horror and drama in genre. The only other online indie horror projects that I've seen put focus on placing actual depth into characters so far is welcome home and the tanji virus/oracle project duology (a duology that I highly recommend people to watch, it deserves more recognition).

Martin has said that there's more to the characters than meets the eye, with bunnyfarm specifically noting that "this is a story about broken people, beautiful people"

This is probably why most theories people make are doomed to fail from my point of view. Martin doesn't seem to be particularly interested in creating an epic horror that ends in a thrilling battle or to create the "most SHOCKING, SCARY analog horror ever?!?!" as random reaction channels title their videos as. Maybe this is why Martin deviated from the original format. The walten files 4, despite being 36 minutes long, did not add too many answers to the mystery. Instead, there was a perfect balance of giving more context as well as well as giving more character to pre-existing characters, such as suzan, ed and molly, the antagonist (whoever he is), felix, jack and charles. All that through dialogue and actual cinematographic scenes. The story wants you to take personality and psychology into account when theorizing as well.

I won't post all my theories, but now that we have 4 out, I'll give my two cents on the "who or what is bon" mystery, based on a mix of character analysis and hints given throughout the episodes, site, hidden media and martin's statements.

I never believed the "felix killed and placed jack into bon" theory as someone who discovered the series after bunnyfarm's release. Felix is a coward, self centered, is irresponsible and refuses to acknowledge his issues. And people mistakenly interpret that as "evil capitalist who only cares about his hide". I won't analyze felix (at least not today), because so far he is the one character who we have the most context about his inner psychology and woo boi, there's a LOT of issues this guy has, but point I am trying to make is that he doesn't seem like the type to kill jack because, believe it or not, from what I can gather, he'd never kill a person on purpose.

The only possible scenario I can see the "felix put jack in bon" theory being true is if jack attacked felix after learning of the kids, so felix accidentally killed him in self defense.

Felix is shown to be alive in 1981, so it's unlikely it is him being bon either. (funnily enough, if that wasn't revealed, I'd think him being bon as a good theory, something that, yet again, I'll probably touch upon a future dissection of his character)

The only two scenarios I can think of is a) either jack put himself, either on purpose, or accidentally in bon, b) bon is a third party or c) jack is bon, but someone else placed him in

Out of these three theories, I believe a) is the least probable, with c) being second in place. It is possible jack got depressed to the point of doing something this intense, however it was implied in the Relocation project and the findjackwalten site that he is very likely alive. Here I am mostly going on hunch, but I don't think martin would choose the "Man loses family, ends up depressed and then a vengeful insane spirit" route. I did say above that I believe felix to more more likely to fit that role of "person going mad from mental stress", but I actually believe that he'd be more likely to snap, considering his mental stability after the crash. Also I don't see how jack could accidentally get into bon.

I honestly think both were red herrings from the very start of the series. In fact, walten files 4 pretty much added the possibility that they have nothing to do with the murders (excluding ed and molly*), aside from felix being heavily hinted to have tried covering up the bon incidents instead of reporting them like a normal, law abiding, responsible citizen.

Cyberfun Tech episode pretty much revealed to us that the "bon is just a malfunctioning animatronic" theory is not true, as bon clearly has something controlling it. So I can only see the above theories being correct.

This places the c) theory as most believable. The issue is who is the third party. People have speculated it is the original ceo of cyberfun tech or a demon. I'd personally lean towards the ceo, a demon would be too random for a story that focuses so much on personal strife. And since I am part of the "jack is alive" theorizers, I also don't believe the "manifestation of jack's anger" theory. Something that keeps bugging me also is why did the person who honked at felix during the car crash didn't report anything, it's weird, as if someone saw the perfect opportunity to use felix as a scapegoat for the murders. Maybe bon has an accomplice?

I'm stepping into tinfoil shadow government territory here though lmao

*I know I am being nitpicky here, call me a law nerd all you know, but I especially get frustrated when people throw around heavy words without knowing their terminology, as that can have pretty bad consequences when applicable to real people. Another small fun fact just for extra trivia knowledge: Age of consent doesn't always mean legal, if you're a minor, please protect yourself. Back on topic, no, what felix did was not murder. It's a shitty, also fairly common douchy behavior in my country called "causing death through driving under the influence of alcohol". Here's the difference:

(The first picture says California, but the same exact thing applies to law articles from multiple countries)

This post probably ended up on a passive aggressive tone, I apologize ToT

#the walten files #rant post

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imnotsimpingyouare · 11 months

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HELP YOURSELF

NSFW Akaza X Reader - Minors DNI

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So basically??? Idek fem!reader is some sort of good guy with a sword tryna fight a bad guy with no sword but with dangerous hands ig but she likes them hands a little too much

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It was a gust of air that set you off. It took only a moment to realize what it was, flying through the forest with eyes directed ahead.

An Upper Rank demon.

You were no hashira. You were somewhere close, but still so far away, and even farther knowing this could very well be your last battle. You didn't even bat an eye at the disintegrating demon behind you now, you had an important matter to attend to.

It was running.

From you.

It sent you into some predatory trance, relying on your instinct to guide you in the right direction. You would run all night if you had to. It wouldn't get away.

What motive would it have to run? What drove it towards you in the first place? All questions you'd have an answer to soon, seeing as you saw a break in the dense forest ahead.

You halted for the first time in a while. You knew better than to run into the clearing where it could attack openly from any direction.

Where did it go?

You felt all of the hairs on your neck stand up before something tried to grab at your sword. You swung, but never made contact.

"Come out, coward!" You shouted into the woods, knowing that wherever it was, it could hear you. You stepped into the clearing. Since it was trying to disarm you, it'd be better to give it less places to hide.

A voice called to you from what seemed to be all around.

"Put your katana down, demon slayer. You have no reason to worry."

In a flash he was there, a relatively tall demon with edo tattoos and bright pink hair.

His eyes were unique, yellow with the kanji "upper three" framed by what seemed to be cracked sclera.

His chest was toned and his pants were baggy. You spent only a moment admiring the state he was in, before returning his intense gaze.

"Why the hell would I do that?"

His hands remained rested at his sides and his face was completely serious.

"I do not harm women."

In his eyes, you could see what looked like something you knew all too well.

Pity.

You hated pity. You wanted it from no one. To see others stare at you, and your smaller frame, battling huge demons. You knew what they were thinking. You always knew.

"And why is that." You nearly growled, knowing the answer.

His eyes narrowed at your... offense?

"They are..." He began, but was interrupted by the moonlight reflecting off your blade, which was now pointed at him.

"Do not..." you started to say, clenching your free hand against the fabric of the uniform pants, "insult me with your pity."

His eyes widened, and you were before him in an instant, swinging your blade at his neck.

You caught him with the tip of your katana ever so slightly, causing him to jump yards away from you. You spared no time for him. Your attacks came in a series of swift blows, and he never sparred back, only blocking against you. It was with every blow the anger in your chest seemed to grow larger, until you finally stood before him again, his arms regenerating from the small cuts he received from the attack.

"Little demon slayer, I have no wish to fight you." He said, in a quieter voice.

"Shut the hell up. " You spat, digging your heels into the firm ground below you. "There is no bigger insult than to go easy on me. I wouldn't be standing here today if I couldn't handle myself."

His eyes were apologetic almost, pink eyebrows furrowing together.

"Demon slayer, I-"

"Y/N."

You huffed. If you were going to have a conversation, you'd tire quickly of the name "demon slayer".

"Y/N." He repeated in thought, one hand coming up to run through his pink hair.

"I am Akaza." He said.

You didn't know what he wanted with you. In truth, he didn't want anything, only to get away from this interaction, but your words intrigued him beyond reason.

"If that is your wish, Y/N, I am sure you will die from this battle."

A smile formed itself on your lips. It had been a while since someone considered being fair towards you, and a demon no less.

"Better to die a warrior than a coward."

There was a pause between the two of you before you both dissappeared in a blur, dust kicking up around you.

For the first time, it felt like you weren't having to prove yourself against this demon, and he was actually considering your strength. Newfound confidence flowed through your veins and into the tip of your katana, following through on every attack and every block.

Akaza was taking real swings at you, and you were taking every opportunity to strike at his neck. But the tides changed when he kicked your sword from your hand.

Your katana flew several yards away, and you were forced to resort to hand-to-hand, the only area of combat you possessed real weakness. It was as if Akaza could see it, could see through you, and into where your weaknesses lie.

The first blow you truly received from him was a kick in the stomach, sending you flying in the opposite direction of your katana. In an instant he was on top of you, pinning your limbs down with his own. He held your hands above your head and watched as you choked out labored breaths, trying to catch up with yourself.

"You're so strong, Y/N."

You looked up at him, and he was staring down at you, not a hint of dishonesty in his yellow eyes. Only wonder and excitement.

"Please, become a demon? We could train together. No one would ever view you as weak. Never again. Could you imagine that?"

Your legs moved, looking for the room to curl up to your chest, but he placed his knee in between your thighs, keeping you from kicking him off.

"I... don't want to become a demon." You say.

But Akaza wasn't going to take no for an answer. He leaned in even closer.

"Y/N. If you don't become a demon, there will always be people who don't respect you. A warrior like you will die of old age, shriveling away with your weak, mortal human body. I cannot bear to see you meet such a fate." He said, caressing your wrists with his thumb.

Your heart began to beat a little faster at that. Did he even care about that? Why would a demon care who respects you?

You looked up into his eyes. "Death is always chasing you. You can never get away."

But he only smiled at that. His lips grazed yours, sharing air with you as he spoke in a whisper.

"Then let's run from death together, Y/N."

In that moment you were dying for a connection, and his lips met yours as if he had read your mind. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, none like the ones you've had in your life, where they had been taken from you. This kiss was shared between two equally wanting individuals, whose fate intertwined at this moment for this purpose.

"Don't you want to see.." he pulls away to gaze at you, "how long we can make it?"

He released your hands and placed them on either side of your head, allowing you to take them down and ruffle his hair. How could a demon be so loving towards you?

His lips curled into a smile before meeting yours again, this kiss needier than the last. It felt so inexplicably good to be connected to him, and the warmth pooling in your abdomen only gathered with the passing time.

You let out a soft moan when he slid his tounge into your mouth, body pressing yours down onto the ground. He pulled away for a moment to admire the state you were in for him now, saliva dripping down your chin, face flushed beet red.

"Love, are you alright? That expression you're making... would you like to continue?"

His eyes bore into yours, feeling the way his breath hitched when you nodded your head.

"Use your words love."

"Yes.. I want to keep going."

It was in that moment you confined yourself to your fate, as he slowly unbuttoned your uniform to reveal your chest. "So lovely.." He whispered, kissing and sucking on your boobs, making you squirm under him. Moans began to fall as he grinded his hips into yours, groaning in your ear at the sensation. "Akaza.." you mumbled out, causing him to look at you with half-lidded eyes, lost in the trance of your hips grinding against his.

"Fuck, keep saying my name that way, I never want you to forget my name leaving your lips." He said in a soft voice, teasing one of your nipples as he undid the buckle of your belt. Your hands tugged at his hair the more you longed for him, hips lifting up so he could take off your pants and underwear.

"Look at you, so wet for me." He moaned at the feeling of your soaked panties against his fingers, before thumbing at your clit.

Your back arched at the sudden contact, reaching for him, only to be pinned back to the ground with his free hand. "Want to feel you inside," you hummed, staring into his eyes as his fingers danced around your hole. "Want you, Akaza."

Two of his fingers pushed their way in, making you gasp at the feeling as he kissed you. "Don't worry, love, m'gonna make you feel good." He breathed out in between kisses.

His fingers found a slow, but satisfying pace inside of you, curling to press against that spot inside of you that make your toes curl. He watched your face intently, focused on your poor bottom lip, which had been bitten so harshly it looked as if it may bleed. "My poor thing." He whispered against your lips, trying to kiss all of your thoughts away.

The pace of his fingers soon had you on the edge, but he kept you there, whispering sweet nothings into the shell of your ears. "Please wait for me, love. Will you?" He coos, with full knowledge of the effect he has on you, hearing your moans grow into desperate whimpers.

"A-akaza, wanna cum so bad.." you whimper, resting your head against the ground in complete submission. He laughs ever so softly, kissing your neck before taking his fingers out to lick them clean of your juices. "Be patient.." is all he has to say, taking off his own pants to reveal his dick to you.

You sit up to push him back against the tree nearby, straddling his hips. "I wanna do it." You say to him, and he presents no arguments as you ease yourself down onto his cock.

He groans in your ear, hands holding your hips close to him. "So fucking tight around me, Y/N." He breathes, before you raise your hips and lower them again.

You set the pace, bouncing your hips on his dick, and he holds your chin in his hand. "Don't dare look away, love. I want to see you." He purrs.

His tip just barely kisses your cervix, and he's trying as hard as he can not to thrust up into you and ruin you. He keeps his hand on your chin, watching as a slew of moans and whines fall from your lips. You were putty in his hands. His free hand roamed your body freely, massaging all of your worries away.

The sound of your skin colliding is nearly enough to banish all other noise, the only other thing you can hear being Akaza's sultry voice.

Your legs begin to shake and tears prick at your eyes, desperately chasing the release he denied you earlier.

"Oh sweet thing, are you tired? Do you want my help?" He coos at you, finding it adorable how you can't keep up with your desires. You nod your head, pleads leaving your lips in the form of whispers.

"Words." He says. His fingers pull your chin closer to his and he looks you in the eye.

"Akaza, please... want your help, m'gonna cum, wanna cum so bad...ngh!" you moan, giving up all pride you had before he thrusts up into you, causing your legs to nearly give out. He continues to slam your hips down in time with his thrusts, sucking on your neck while you moan in ecstasy. He groans, holding your chin still as he slams into you at an inhuman pace. "Thought you were strong hm? Do you like begging for my help?" He said in almost a growl.

You found yourself frantically nodding. "Please Akaza, please..!" You cried out, eyes rolling back into your head as you neared your high. He groaned, squeezing your hip harder. "I'll fuck you like this every day for the rest of your life love, would you like that? Being my cocksleeve every night?" He felt so desperate, hips erratically thrusting into you, chasing that release he's been needing. You gripped his shoulders and nodding, trying so hard to keep your focus on him. "I love you," you cried in that sweet voice of yours, "want your cum, want it so bad."

He suddenly let out a load moan, releasing into you as you clenched him even tighter than before. You cried out his name, squeezing his shoulders. He continued moving his hips slower now, fucking you through your orgasm. Eventually he stopped, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

"My sweet Y/N. All mine, forever."

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #akaza #akaza x y/n #akaza x reader smut #kny smut #Spotify

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bronx-bomber87 · 3 months

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Happy Wednesday Fandom :) It's crazy we are over ten eps in s5 already. Just means we're closer to this premiere yay. (it's 34 btw...) I adore this episode. I think it’s highly underrated because it’s the episode before 5x12. There are so many reasons to love this one. Flirty times, Return of Genny and Lucy, We get a taste of them as parents in this one and Lucy is a Grade A BAMF. Let us get started.

5x11 The Naked and The Dead

We start out with Tim being perplexed by the new coffee machine. Asking what was wrong with the old one? Being her grumpy old man about it. Nolan and Lucy start listing off reasons. Like led levels and Lucy mentions a mice infestation. Eww lol The growth in this scene is pretty cute though. It's how he easily steps aside to let her do it for him. No fight in him about it whatsoever. Just lets wifey do her thing.

How far we’ve come. She shows him how to do it and he is impressed with her. What else is new? heh But he's extra impressed cause she is girl now hehe Lucy tells him she learned from a clip talk tutorial on how to do it. John asks what they got up to last night? Tim on the instant defensive. Says ‘Nothing.’ way too quickly.

My god Timothy it’s a good thing it’s Nolan and not Nyla. Captain clueless over here doesn’t suspect a thing thankfully. Lucy of course is far more prepared than her boyfriend is. Because well it’s Lucy. I adore her being so smooth about it. Doesn't miss a beat. Hands her man his coffee as she easily delivers her cover story. Honestly if anyone was going to blow their cover it was Tim LOL

John dips out and thanks Lucy for the bar and the recommendation. Minute he’s gone Lucy gives him such crap for his terrible answer. Saying he had all morning to come up with a cover story and that was it? Tim defending himself saying Nolan bought it. Yeah cause it’s Nolan... Had it been anyone else in their orbit they would’ve been caught. Lucy is judging him so hard for this. I love it so much. Such a wifey moment right here.

Tim challenges her and asks what Nolan has follow up questions? Lucy confidently telling him she read the catalog cover to cover. Of course she did. I expect nothing less tbh. Neither should you Tim ha His reaction is the best. Like if you weren’t my girlfriend be calling you a nerd right now. But we all know he loves his nerd and her brain. Her intelligence/intense drive is one of the reasons he fell for her. God they cute.

Tim mentions she has citizens academy today. Lucy says yes and asks for any tips? Per usual he warns her about screenwriters haha That she shouldn't give out her card or she will be up to her eye balls in scripts. Lucy then segues into their plans for tonight. Flirty af as she does. Asking what he’s doing tonight? So much behind her question. Looking so very excited to ask him it. Radiating happiness as she does.

They could not be more flirty if they tried in this scene and I love it. I remember squeeing because this was the place we we're in now. Tim flirting right back ‘Nothing. I hope.’ *heart clutch* Lucy shooting tons of heart eyes his way. Letting him know that ‘Nothing sounds perfect.' Who would've thought the word 'Nothing.' could sound so romantic? Yet these two did it. The smirk on his face as she walks away from him is everything.

Oh my lord this man is a goner for her. Never seen this man smile more this entire series than he has since he started dating Lucy. They are giving off teenagers sneaking around and in love vibe here. Their secret dating era is just a primo as their longing/pining one. I love this season so much. Could they be anymore adorable flirting in the break room? Talking about cover stories and doing ‘Nothing.’ Gah I love it so much. It's all so new and exciting and it's coming off them in waves. I'm soaking it up like a sponge of shippy happiness.

This next portion is adorable. I love Aaron literally running to Lucy to tell her about Tim coaching little league. He is so excited to share this with her haha I am a fan of trio not gonna lie. Tim rolling his eyes when she says ‘Nolan.’ I mean it is a very John Nolan thing to do let’s be honest… Aaron calling him ‘Sergeant Friendly’ and not being pummeled by Tim just shows what a good place he’s in with Lucy.

Lucy saying ‘Can she watch?’ doing things to me. Sounded way flirtier than I’m sure she meant it to. Or maybe she did mean it that way heh Like girl we know you wanna watch him for quite a few reasons...Also you know she’s proud of him for being the good uncle and stepping up. The heart eyes are infinite at the end from her. She is proud of him for doing this. If it was possible he became even more attractive to her because of this.

Lucy shows up to practice and see’s Tim in coach mode. She is looking so very amused. Especially with how soft he is being. Watching her boyfriend who she knows can be a hard ass be soft af with these kids. Also if they think Genny doesn’t know they’re out of their damn minds. It’s all over her face as they banter with each other. Platonic co-workers don’t show up to their co worker's nephews practice and 'bicker'.

Married vibes x 1000 here and Genny is picking up what they’re throwing down. Tim is so excited to see her when she shows up. No way his sister doesn’t see a shift in his demeanor. Lucy couldn’t have a bigger smile on her face as she teases him. Tim being the exasperated husband per usual. Saying they’re just kids it's supposed to be fun. Her teasing is extra smitten like I have to say. Showing all your cards today you two. Right in front of Genny LOL

The sister in law bonding continues as Tim walks away. Which I absolutely adore btw. Lucy asking 'This is weird right?' Genny regaling her of how their dad taught his team as a kid. Tim having literal scars from it. It’s then it all comes together for Lucy. Tying back to that moment in 4x09. ‘You’re nothing like him.’ Lucy immediately getting why he’s acting this way.

He will do anything not to be like his father. I could not relate to that more if I tried. I see you Tim and I so understand. Lucy instantly softens and says this back to Genny. Knowing exactly what’s bringing on this soft streak of his. We watch as the kids continue to suck lol. Tim doing a thumbs up and I’m dying of laughter. Lucy sees why he’s doing this but says he is also over correcting in this approach.

This scene is a look into them as parents and it's making me very happy. The control freak in Lucy can’t stand back any longer. I love this part so much. She takes control and provides the kids with some knowledge and structure. Also like to call this the scene where Tim falls even more in love with her. He couldn’t be more proud as she takes control. Not only that but is knowledgeable about the game he loves. Win win.

He is looking at her like yep that’s the future mother of my kids. I love her walking up and the kids just follow. Her leadership is on fire right now. Tim asks her what she’s doing? Lucy saying yeah they can have fun but they also need structure. She’s not wrong… Totally going to be them as parents. Lucy being the stricter one with structure. Where Tim will be the softie wanting their kids just to have fun.

So cute how bemused Tim looks when she calls herself his ‘friend.’ Knowing they are far more than that now. Gah love Eric and his expressions. I’m a sucker for them. Lucy breaks down what they’re going to be doing. Not only that but the confidence she exudes while doing that has Tim beaming at her. Like look at his girl taking control and being knowledgeable about baseball. Seriously it's like he is falling even deeper in love with her based on this alone. How could he not?

Don’t tell me that man wasn’t turned on by this whole display either. Heart eyes galore but a little hot under the collar as well. You know he loves when she’s assertive. It’s a huge turn on for him. He’s basically scoping her out in front of those kids haha It’s this mixture of pride and being so immensely attracted to her. The man is in awe of this woman standing next to him.

The way he looks at her I’m just a damn puddle. If that man looked at me that way I would melt. Instantly. Lucy does melt a little when she catches his eye in the first gif above. You can see her crack a smile when their eyes connect. It's so cute. Once again I ask have we ever seen this man this damn happy before? No. Not till Lucy. I love him telling them when she’s done. ‘You heard her.’ Like you heard my wife get going. haha

The teasing is the cutest. It’s like we’re getting on screen fanfic levels of fluff in this episode. I'm so here for it. Just beaming heart eyes at each before he teases her with the ball. Her ‘Oh.’ When he takes the ball out of her reach. I cannot. I’m dying with the how adorable this whole thing is. My god they’re basically screaming their relationship to Genny in this moment.

I must also note my god Tim looks good. Doing what he does best. Takes a simple outfit like shirt and ball cap makes it sinfully delicious. Sweet lord he looks SOOOO good in outfit. Mmmm break me off a piece. My fav color too so that definitely adds to it for me. *fans self*

We catch up with them post practice. Genny comments they should co-coach together. They both make little jokes about it basically flirting in front of her. Do they see themselves and their looks? No? Ok... Genny redirecting their attention to how well they work together. Tim stumbling over his words instantly. Thinking they're being caught.

Lucy swoops in to save his ass like she did with Nolan ha Now her reply is shaky as well but better than Tim’s LOL They’re so bad at hiding this it’s hilarious. Tim following up with a ‘Mmhmm….’ As transparent as glass you two. A blind man could see how in love you are. Sweet lord.

Just being idiots in love in front of his sister ain’t no thing….Fairly certain Genny knows but is just testing the waters with her comments. No way she doesn’t see a difference in her own brother. Sure she sensed something in 4x08/4x09. This entire interaction only heightened it. Tim being the least subtle person on the planet in this moment. I love him so much. He sure is trying. lol

Lucy gets a call from the shelter so she steps away. Her domestic she got in is causing problems. She goes back to Tim and lets him know something going on with it. He is the worried boyfriend and asks if she wants him to come with? Which I adore. He know she can handle herself but wants to offer it anyways.

Just wanting to be near her at all times right now which is adorable. Also that instinct inside him to want accompany her incase she needs him. Being the supportive lovely boyfriend he is. Lucy declines and he respects her wanting to handle it on her own. Because he knows she can. Gah I love them. It’s the little things.

We rejoin them at the baseball game and I’m dying how cute they are. Lucy is losing her mind over the game and it's hysterical to watch unfold. Tim tells her to be encouraging haha How far we’ve come from Grey telling Tim to do as such back in 4x02. Love seeing that translate into this. Lucy tries to correct herself but doesn't convince Tim very well on it. His reply of 'We're gonna work on that...' I'm rollin. This is so adorable.

Lucy’s competitive side coming out and he has to have her take down just a notch. LOL The biggest trip is Tim being the kind encouraging one where Lucy is being the more competitive intense one ha. The dynamic shift here is unreal. I just love how involved she gets into this. This is something he loves and she is right there with him on it. I just love that he now has someone to do this stuff with. Happily too.

Not only that but Lucy is very into it at this point. I adore him leaning in to hear her. Tim has to calm her down though. haha I love her telling him she’s excited and he says ‘I know.’ Just letting Lucy be herself 100 percent. He loves her for who she is and vice versa and I'm a puddle. I am also excited Lucy has someone she can be herself fully around. Each found their person and it shows.

Lucy is losing her mind over this game and he gets it. Gah I love them so much everyone. This was such a cute mini moment. He is loving her competitive energy but is trying to tamp it down a little as well LOL Just a husband trying to calm down his overly competitive wife. It’s so cute I’m dying.

The cuteness continues on as they try and hype up one of the kids. I love them cheering Blake on together. Serious married baseball parents vibes. Just being proud parents clapping together. Wearing matching outfits having the same cute energy. This is them as parent's I am convinced. We are looking into the future people.

I also don't hate seeing Tim's biceps in action in these shots Mmm. Yum. I saw someone make a comment that they felt Dad Eric vibes in this scene. I can see it. The way he posts like a proud papa about his kids this is totally in line with that. It's pretty adorable to watch.

The high five turning into a hand hold is adorable and subtle af guys. I did see a BTS post awhile back on here about this. Eric said he and Melissa had a bet. Something about who would have that piece of paper in their end by end of the ep. Something like that. So that’s all I see now when I see the high five and hand hold. LOL Such goobers and I love them for it.

Either way they are disgustingly cute to end this episode. Lucy being the overly competitive mom. Tim has to keep her from scaring the kids is gold. This episode was tons of cuteness and flirty times. Was the perfect episode to follow 5x10 and pre-cursor to 5x12. They got to just be them and have time outside the station together. Just to be a couple and hang out. I loved it sfm.

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Side notes-non Chenford

I will forever adore how Lucy handled that whole Domestic solo. I made a post after this ep premiered about how proud I was of her. How deeply she has grown as a cop and a person. How she doesn't let that abusive asshat rattle her cage in the least. The way she flashes her badge at him and says they're not done talking yet when he is trying to pull her from Lucy. Hot damn. My girl crush is back LMAO

Not only that but take his ass down later. Solo. Has the matter in hand by the time the cavalry arrives. How far she’s come from that moment in the sewers with Nyla back in S2. How proud Harper would be of her. She already is with her UC work but she commands this entire situation. From Start to finish. Takes down a guy twice her size by herself. Just so proud of her growth. The confident BAMF she’s come gah I love it sfm.

Don't usually do gifs in side notes but there were some good side note gifs. LOL Eric at it again with expressions and I'm laughing so hard. If you wanted to see what Tim thinks of Nolan in a moment it's that expression above. Lucy calling John a bad ass and Tim isn't so sure he agrees with her LMFAO. I'm with you babe idk I do either...

The sole purpose of this gif is just to drool and gawk at how damn good Tim looks in the field in this scene. I could care less about the SL LOL It's the tight red shirt, the jeans with his cuffs in the back, the vest with his badge showing, those delicious fit biceps of his, that shot of his forearm as he opens the door and the way he climbs into that trailer flexing said sexy biceps phew lord. Field Tim does so many things to me. How Lucy waited as long as she did to have that man Idk LOL Imma go get some ice water....

Thank you as always to those who read, like, comment on these reviews you make my whole day every time I see one pop up. I shall see you all in 5x12 :)

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basicallyjaywalker · 3 months

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Wanna ramble about a moment/character in ninjago you think people need to talk about more?

I don't know who you are anon, but I'm glad you asked!

I am desperate for people to character-analyze Wu. I'm desperate for a lot of character analysis including Nya but since I got a lot of my Nya feelings out with some lovely folks the other night (edit: the other night was a month ago dw about it. this took a minute) I'm going with Wu this time

Master Wu to me is such an interesting case of a character who it is so easy to ignore the bits of the show that hint at his wider issues and traumas. He is a man defined heavily by his family and by his past. A lot of criticism he gets, I think, is due in part to that.

I've mentioned before that I've been rewatching S1 with a friend of mine and intermittently pausing to infodump on them about interesting character things I notice from that season. A lot of that has been Wu-focused because despite having seen RotS dozens of times throughout my life (watching it on CN, watching it on Netflix when only it and Legacy were around, rewatching it with friends) I have only just started noticing the seeds of character written in.

I might also just be reading too much into things, but hear me out

In S1 (and by extension, the pilots), Wu is characterized as your typical old wise teacher. In the first few minutes of EP1: Rise of the Snakes, he is chewing out the Ninja for playing video games instead of training. The line he uses? "Never put off until tomorrow what can be done today."

It's a line that gets repeated throughout the series. In fact, it gets repeated that very episode when the ninja go (pun not intended) to fight the Hypnobrai and a literal pre-teen. At first, it seems to just be a piece of wisdom. Some old proverb Wu's picked up over the years, possibly one he even coined himself. However, in EP7: Tick Tock, Wu tells the story of who, possibly, first told him this.

(Source: Tick Tock/Transcript | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom, highlight added.)

It was Garmadon. Now, I'm not gonna dwell too long on Garmadon, if you spend five minutes talking to me you'll learn he was the first character whose story I obsessed over and I want this essay to be about Wu, but I think he plays a role in Wu's overall story, as does Wu's family as a whole.

Prior to this, Wu and Garmadon's relationship has been more of a sibling rivalry taken to a good vs. evil extreme. We didn't know why Garmadon was evil and we didn't know about Wu and his relationship as kids. However, this scene establishes the backstory. They were, as Wu puts it, "the best of friends." That is, until Garmadon gets bit by the Devourer going to get the katana Wu lost.

Now, I know the Devourer bite was destined to happen because of the Overlord or some shit, but Wu doesn't. As far as he's concerned, Garmadon getting bit was a direct consequence of both his mistake and his cowardice. He lost the katana. He was too scared to get it. Garmadon went over instead. Garmadon got bit.

The scene goes on to show the FSM tending to Garmadon in the aftermath. Wu is watching from behind the door, likely told to stay back, but concerned. And in his POV, we get this intense moment, where Garmadon turns, looks directly at him (his eyes turning bright red for the first time), and says "It's all Wu's fault!"

(This clip should begin at the start of Wu eavesdropping. If it doesn't, skip to 0:58. I highly recommend also paying attention to Wu's body language during this scene.)

The camerawork does a great job of showing how this probably felt for Wu. It zooms in, Garmadon's voice echoes, and the background blurs. We see in the flashback that this is a moment Wu has etched into his memory. Not to mention, he was likely a very young child when this happened. LEGO characters' ages are weird, but Wu in this scene has the Big Eyes, which always seem to be used for characters under 12. We don't know exactly how much older Garmadon is to my knowledge, but he doesn't have the Big Eyes, so he's probably closer to 12 and a few years older than Wu for sure.

Imagine that. Being in elementary school and your older siblings gets hurt. They're acting strange. They're lashing out at your father. Then, they blame it all on you. They're hurt because of you. Wouldn't you internalize that?

I could go on about Wu's relationship with Garmadon, but again, I think I've spent enough time on it and I don't want to only focus on that. It's an important part, but there are others.

Let's talk about Wu's relationship with his dad.

Now, I have not yet read the Spinjitzu Brothers series. I cannot speak to any development of Wu and the FSM's relationship in there. I have, however, read The Book of Spinjitzu and blogged some of my thoughts on it here, including some of what it says about Wu.

For those who haven't read it, first, there is a Google Drive folder floating around with all of the canon spinoff books/graphic novels in it. Here's the link if you wanna read them!

The FSM is an... intriguing figure. I mean, in the series he's basically god? He made the entire world. That's already a very high bar to live up to. Then, in Book of Spinjitzu, there's a few specific parts that, when I read them, signaled that Wu internalized a specific message when he was young.

(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, Page 3).

Wu does not want to disappoint his father. It is up to him (and Garmadon until he turns evil) to "uphold the legacy of Spinjitzu" and, by extension, his family. He says he was "very young" when this was explained to him. Considering he seems to already be training at an elementary age, "very young" means VERY young.

(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, Page 16).

Here, we again see Wu being very aware that he has some large burden to carry. Something else interesting here is that the thought of the Green Ninja Prophecy is already weighing on him too. His considering if he might be the Green Ninja is of extra interest because of how the Green Ninja Prophecy and the--I wouldn't call it obsession, possibly fixation?--with who it is factors into his later actions, but we'll get to that later.

(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, Page 19).

This one in particular gets me because it comes after Wu mentions Garmadon becoming more evil. It is a statement of power. Wu knows that the legacy of Spinjitzu now rests in his hands alone. He cannot let himself fall the way Garmadon did. He cannot disappoint his father. Whether or not the FSM intended it, Wu always knew the fate of the world rested, at least in part, upon his shoulder. He knew this from the time he was a young boy and it remains in his mind to this day.

Now, these quotes are indirect, but they all point to one clear idea: As a child, Wu internalized the idea that he alone is responsible for keeping Ninjago safe. He will play a pivotal role in its history.

There's not evidence in this book that the FSM's was a bad father, per se. However, just because one doesn't set out to harm their children, doesn't mean they won't. I often say Wu has an "Atlas complex," which I have no idea if it is an actual concept but use it to refer to this idea. Wu feels as though he is responsible for holding up the world, much like Atlas. He must keep the balance, he must solve the Green Ninja prophecy, he must make his father proud.

(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, page 61).

I'm going to get further into what this means for Wu as a teacher to the current Ninja Team, but for now let's look at Wu's first foray into teaching.

Morro. Wu's Biggest Mistake.

That might seem like an overstatement, but it's not.

(Source: Ghost Story/Transcript | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom)

Okay he says regret, not mistake, but I was paraphrasing.

Let's turn back to his quote about his destiny. Wu writes, "Is my life's mission to be the Green Ninja? Or maybe it will be to find the Green Ninja and protect him (or her)??"

From a very young age, Wu was not only aware of the Green Ninja but prophecy but also thinking about his place in it. We see this again when he takes Morro in and trains him.

(Source: Ghost Story/Transcript | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom, highlight added)

A big thing Wu is criticized for here is making Morro believe he is meant to be more. That he is the Chosen One. And Morro, being a young homeless orphan just now given some semblance of power and protection, latches onto that. And I can see it, but when you take into account the above that he was trained from (likely) a younger age than Morro and given a similar level of responsibility, it becomes more understandable. Wu is just doing what he was taught. He doesn't believe that he is harming Morro until it is too late.

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This is the entire story, but I'm specifically going to be discussing 1:36 onwards here. I also wanted to add that rewatching this scene made me lay down on the floor! What the fuck! But I digress.

There's a lot going on in this scene. For one, Wu washing his hands of Morro in some ways, but not others. He turns his back on Morro when he tells him that destiny has decided, but looks at him again when Morro storms out. He goes to save Morro from the Grundal, but decides that he cannot "teach those who would not listen." Most importantly, when Morro leaves to go find the Tomb of the FSM, Wu leaves the door open. He waits for Morro to return, but never goes after him. And Morro never comes back.

Wu gives Morro's fate a dismissive response at the end of his ghost story ("I am saddened he was banished to the Cursed Realm") but it's clear he still cares deeply about him in the finale of the season.

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Wu's VA in this is phenomenal btw. That "Please Morro!" and "MORRO!" make my heart ache.

Morro believed Wu stopped caring, but he didn't. Even after all he's done, even after trying to destroy all of Ninjago--destroying what Wu had spent his life trying to protect--Wu tries to save him. He begs for Morro to come with him. Morro refuses, Wu watches him perish.

Someone else Wu is close to is gone. Wu again considers himself responsible. Everything is his fault.

And finally, we reach Wu today. A cautious, secretive man. He loves his students, this much is clear. Even as early as the pilots, he drops his wise teacher persona to joke around with them.

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As with Morro, he trains them like his father did him. He even uses the same methods his father used when he trains them.

(Source: The Book of Spinjitzu, page 32)

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While he is hard on the Ninja, wanting them to succeed and training them to help defend the Realm, he lets his guard down more than it seems he did with Morro. He also learned a valuable message from his experience with Morro when he hides the Green Ninja Prophecy from the Ninja, getting angry when they start to push themselves in the same way Morro did upon learning about it. It's clear he doesn't want a repeat.

Now, I can't speak for later seasons (I will eventually) but this fear of repeats, his students going down a dark path because they're tempted by power or greatness, losing someone else, likely drives Wu not telling them other important information. That is just a passing thought though.

Final notes:

I'm currently in the process of rewatching S7: Hands of Time. I actually got this ask right after finishing EP68: Scavengers, which opens with Wu having a nightmare. In it, he and Misako are walking outside of Yang's temple. While walking, Misako delivers this line in response to Wu reminiscing about the time they've spent together:

(Source: Scavengers/Transcript | Ninjago Wiki | Fandom)

This line, to me, is Wu's subconscious trying to tell him something he needs to hear. It's hinting at what might be his greatest flaw. Wu is haunted by his past, by his mistakes. He finds it difficult to tell others because of both his guilt and his desire to not put that worry upon them. In this very season, he makes the mistake of trying to face his past on his own, and he nearly dies for it.

In the same episode, you see Wu trying to make sure Lloyd doesn't make the same mistakes.

(Source: Prev)

Wu stresses the important of the team. It's as if he sees Lloyd blaming himself for what happened to Wu, sees him doing the same thing Wu has, and is trying to prevent him from doing the same thing. This is further emphasized when, after Wu falls asleep (well, fakes falling asleep), Lloyd says "Wu's mistake was going in alone. So was mine."

Master Wu is, like many characters in this show, someone who is more complex than meets the eye. He is not just a wise, old teacher. He is a man who, throughout his life, has made mistakes and carries the weight of each of them on his shoulders. He is a man who tasks himself with making up for those every day. He is a man who wants better for his students, his family.

Until the day he dies, he will guide and protect his students. And possibly? Even after death too.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #master wu #long post #anon tag #this made my day i looooooooooooooove character analysis #i know a lot of what i post about it may not encompass the full series but i just think that makes it more fun tbh #i'm working with what i have and later i may come back to this and add even more things #i'm also very passionate about wu analysis as a former wu hater because i think the fact that his character stuff is so buried #leads to a lot of the hate #Why didn't he tell the ninja things? well he told morro things and look how that turned out #he grew up believing the weight of the world was on his shoulders #in one way or another #i won't lie and say the man does not make mistakes #but like i mention in s7 when he does he is fucking haunted by them #he is not breaking the generational trauma but he is damn well making an attempt for someone who probably doesn't realize he has it #p.s i tried to add image desc to each ss to make it more accessible but if i messed it up please let me know!#i spent way too much time on this #somebody do a word count i'm curious but too tired to copy this all into docs #falls over #part 2 of this is just the dark island trilogy but i think i'm gonna wait to do that #this took so long and the words are now refusing to words #thank you for reading #i need to take a nap after writing this I feel physically spent #please enjoy another rook branded ramble disguised as a comprehensive essay #other essayists bring you professionalism and academic vibes #i scream into the void and put way too many links o7 #happy birthday ninjago!!!! i finished this in honor of you hopefully it is worthy

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yanderederee · 1 year

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Delinquents are Cute

a/n: was experimenting with a few ideas about reader’s family life and wrote this as a result. Mostly a spinoff of my Baji x Tutor!Reader series…

tw: Baji beats grown men up, attempted forced entry— nothing major

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“Kei! What is this?” His mom yelled from the living room. This was a familiar scene that played out often. Except instead of a lecture, his mother squealed with joy. “These are the best marks I’ve seen from you yet!” She said, tearing up.

Ironic, he thought again. He promised not to make his mom cry again, and now that he was actually doing well, here she goes crying again. Though, the teenager was proud of the achievement. Not only had he passed every subject, he actually reached 80 percent in Two subjects.

“I’m so proud of you Kei!” She laughed, grappling him into a bear hug. “Knock it off!” He complained. She grinned her canines and ruffled her son’s loose locks. “So when are you gonna let me meet that tutor they assigned you?”

The younger Baji grumbled. He tried really hard to keep your existence a secret from his mom, but it was hard when you sent him home with a bag of whatever fruit was in season since he started walking you home in a routine. That, and there was no way he could achieve this academic spike alone.

He continued to ignore and accept how his mom often let it slide. Apparently not today.

“Oh by the way Kei,” His mom grinned. “As congrats for your grades, I thought I’d make your favorite tonight!”

Food was definitely the way to whip him into a good mood, yet when he met his mom’s eyes, he sensed mischief. “Buuut, you have to invite that wonderful tutor over to join! I’ll even get a cake!”

...

So that's how he found himself hovering his thumb over the call button on the phone, his mother’s intense gaze and solid smile never breaking. With a defeated sign, Keisuke accepted to make the call.

“L/n F/n, how can I help you?” You speak into the phone, casually. “Uhh hey it’ss Baji.” He murmured, awkwardness setting in quickly. “Baji? Hey, crazy you called! I was wondering how your midterms went!” You asked enthusiastically, the pleasant chime reaching his mother’s ears.

Ryoko inhaled a sharp gasp, mouthing, “A girl?!”

Ah shit.

Before Baji even had the chance to react, the phone was snatched out of his loose grip. “Baji Ryoko speaking!~ Thank you so very much for your help! Kei scored higher than ever before! I can’t tell you just how grateful I am!”

‘You're being annoying,’ the youngest Baji growled lowly. “O-oh! Good evening Ms Baji! Please, it was a blast teaching Ke– I-I mean Baji!”

He heard the first syllable of his name, sending a jolt through his body. ‘Oh this was going to be fun,’ the devilish women smirked.

“Oh please! He’s a handful, but you really helped us so much! Please, join us for dinner tonight, if it’s not too late!”

Baji opted to plopping himself on the couch with a groan, losing control of the situation completely, not having the fight to oppose his hard headed mother.

“Dinner...?” You’d whispered, as though looking far away for a moment. “Um... Are you sure? I don’t have anything on hand, but I’m sure I can whip up–” Ryoko cut the humble talk, “No need, I have it all under control! I’ll send Kei to pick you up now!” She announced with a sharp smile. Never failed to scare the shit out of him.

Fine, what the hell, he sighed.

“What are you doing?” Ryoko questioned when Baji went to pull his hair back, though it was freshly washed and extra voluminous. “Huh? Putting my hair up?” He rolled his eyes, dredging to his room, only to exit with his school glasses and– was that deodorant, or.. Cologne? When the hell did he own that?

“Obviously, I mean what’s with the getup so late at night, you dork? You don’t hang out with Chifuyu in that costume.” She huffed, taking the glasses from him.

Kei wanted to jab how it wasn’t her business, but for some reason he didn’t feel like picking a fight. He shrugged, not sure why it was harder to meet his mom’s eyes.

“We don’t hang out, that's why. She’s a classmate. It’s less intimidating, I dunno. Guess I like not being treated like a delinquent all the time.”

He slurred his words near the end, answering more honestly than he’d have liked.

“W-whatever! I’m off!” He huffed, snatching the glasses back before pushing them to the bridge of his nose. “Wait, Kei!” His mom yelled after.

It was tempting to ignore her, but just in case, he listened. Wouldn’t look, but he was listening. Ryoko smiled that he’d allow her even that much. “You’re a good person Kei, I raised you after all, right? You're not hiding anything anyhow, if she’s stuck with you this long, I can’t imagine you can scare her off that easily.”

. . .

Keisuke considered his mom’s advice while walking down the road he’d usually journey with Chifuyu down to school. Lately he's feigned scene after scene to keep you and Chifuyu from interacting.

Why? Honestly, Kei was asking himself that now.

Why?

Why keep you from meeting his friends?

Why did he continue to walk you home, even when it earned him a damn earful from Draken almost nightly?

Why keep you from seeing his face? So what, if you too spat in his face and started putting distance between you two?

Why did he feel irritated whenever you looked him as close in the eye as you could, smiling or asking something of him?

…

Chifuyu was actually extremely observant. Baji may have thought he was slick, feigning excuses to not go in one specific direction, even if there was no need for them to turn that way. It was Chifuyu’s sharp curiosity that did him in.

One time when this had happened, he noticed you. You were wearing a somewhat sad look, as though you’d just been ignored. But Chifuyu definitely would have known if you had tried getting either of their attention.

Baji had changed their direction before you even had the chance to greet them. It didn't take much more digging and stalking to understand the situation.

Chifuyu and Baji both enjoyed manga, but their genre interests often differed. Yet, Chifuyu forced Baji into reading one full shojo series, a whopping three volume tale.

—-Sweet goody-two shoes love-interest, unknowingly but willingly getting involved with a wolf in a nerdy disguise protag.

The plot was perfect for the hard-headed Captain.

From the male’s point of view, of course. Chifuyu was confident it would help his dear senior come to his senses. So of course, that is why Chifuyu felt the sudden need to rush Baji into reading this one very specific manga genre.

…

If Baji were honest, the story was touching. He found himself cringing a lot at the beginning, but as the dialogue became heavier, he found himself relating to the protagonist, struggling to come to terms with his feelings for the leading love interest.

He couldn’t help thinking about how you would react so cute if he also—

Oh.

Baji thought he’d faint right then and there. He did Not just come to this realization.

Especially not when he just made it to your house.

...

…

However....

The air was heavy. There were some quiet noises moving around, giving off a very unsettling feeling. Where were the sounds....

Baji froze.

Your front door was wide fucking open.

“I-I just told you, my dad’s not here right now, p-pleas—” You voiced out forcefully. “Don’t care, you’re the message anyway, princess.”

“What–” You had replied, quickly being cut off with a sharp shriek, reaction due to one of the three men shadowing your doorstep suddenly gripping his fist in your hair. You were being pulled into the house, your house, the other two hurry to follow the third offender in, carefully covering your screams somehow.

Baji Keisuke was indeed fast.

Fast enough to sprint a thirty foot distance in four seconds time.

Fast enough to dramatically pull the half shut door by its outside door handle.

Fast enough to catch the guy closest to the door by his disgusting oily neck.

Fast enough to use the sack of shit’s head like a fucking hammer against the man who had his hands on you.

Full Face.

Full Throttle.

The three adult men had absolutely no chance against Baji Keisuke, not when he was this far gone to rage. It was clear how the scene would have played out, had he not crossed by this night.

The thought of it alone was fucking nauseating.

…

Dropped to the hard surface of your own home, you felt yourself backing away from the collision of men. Heart racing, you couldn’t hide the shake of your nerves getting the best of you. The stinging in your scalp was still sore, and already felt as though your wrist may have sprained by the force of the push and fall.

You were scared.

But not downright terrified.

Shameful to say, you knew the disgusting men who forced their way into your home. Associates of your father.

He wasn’t exactly an honest working man.

But everybody needs a little help, especially when you have a drinking problem and a public reputation of a happy family to maintain.

. . . Luckily he had a child who he could let his stress out on by berating the stress of maintaining both the facade and habit on...

...You.

You were only thankful whatever he kept himself busy with left you home alone majority of the time. Usually.

It was only a matter of time before loan sharks would finally come to collect...

All of this was unbeknownst to Baji, of course. How could he know? You always avoided the subject of your family and parents, and since he wasn’t really interested in the details anyway, the secret was secure.

Until now, maybe.

All the while, Baji’s mind went wild, thoughts of guilt plaguing his rage further and further until he was sure these guys deserved to die for what the hell they had in mind.

You’d never done anything wrong. The only reason someone would target you, is to get back at someone else.

And being a widely disliked figure, Baji could only assume he was to blame.

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Baji Keisuke had finally shown what he really was. A stone cold delinquent, who failed a grade because of being an accomplice of attempted theft, and first degree murder. He knew what he was when he kept inching closer to you.

But goddamnit. He really thought he could hide it, longer than four months, at least. His glasses lay smashed against the front porch, hair tie getting ripped out by one of the scum, who all lay appropriately below his shoes.

It was silent. Baji couldn’t find the confidence to turn your direction. You’d seen him at his most terrifying. There wasn’t a soul alive who didn’t fear his blood hunts.

Yet, he took how you didn’t immediately run away in fear as a good sign, right?

“Baji?” Your voice called out softly.

“…Yeah,” He replied just as softly, still unable to turn your direction.

Slowly, he noticed your figure close in on him. Is this what a scared animal feels like when they feel cornered? The intense instinctual urge to run from what looms over it? Ironic, being that he was half a foot taller than you.

But he didn’t run. His feet glued to the pavement, he needed to accept what happened next. Even if that meant he’d have to go back to self study.

Taken out of his negative thoughts, your hands caged his bloody right hand tightly. Baji felt his breath catch in his throat, jerking instinctually. He glanced your way.

You didn’t seem interested in his feral locks, or searching his face.

Instead, you held his hand tenderly, an unreadable look looming over your features.

He really didn’t want to be the one to speak up first, but it really would be a good idea to get rid of these low life’s still darkening your doorstep.

Noticing his unease, you pull him gently. He followed, but only because the alternative would be his own way of rejecting you.

And he just... Couldn’t.

How could he push you away, when even now, presented in blood and fang, you still touched him as gently as you would when pointing out an academic hiccup.

Damn shojo manga, he’d have been better off oblivious.

Yet even when you washed, disinfected, and wrapped his knuckles, you didn’t look up at him.

Were you scared of looking at him? He couldn’t blame you, but he had to admit it did hurt a little bit.

What would have happened to you, had he not come around that corner? Had he not invited you over for dinner in the first place? Fuck, he was probably the reason why you were targeted. Baji Keisuke was a delinquent with a big reputation and rivals who sought to destroy it.

He’s the one who’d put you in danger, he had convinced himself of that as fact.

You fluttered your gaze back to Baji, a little laugh leaving your throat. “I was right, you do look more mature without glasses.”

Were you Seriousy teasing him now, while in the middle of this Serious Crisis. Honestly, Baji had no idea how to properly respond. His normal ‘what would mom do’ trick couldn’t work this time. The silence was eating at both of you, but he just couldn’t muster a response.

... ~~~~~~~!!

Finally deciding you’d had enough, you finally willed your head up, eyes slowly trailing up before landing on his face for the second time.

When Baji came running in your defense, the fire behind his eyes gave you a warmth you’d never felt before. To be protected?

The first time you looked upon his face, framed by his thick locks, the only way you could describe how you felt when met with his feral expression...

Only after you two locked eyes had either of you notice the sneaking glance of the other.

Your reaction was to take in his mildly nervous form, and how he feigned a look of indifference.

Baji’s reaction was to hold his breath and listen as his heart pulses in his ears. Did you make him nervous?

“Baji.. Back there...” You spoke first, earning another sharp intake breath in reply.

His nerves couldn’t deal with this.

“Y-you.... You looked...” You mumbled, turning to avoid his hopeful eyes. “R-really cool.... You looked really cool, back there...”

Baji Keisuke had to be going deaf. Hard of hearing, Auditorically Dyslexic? There was no other way to explain what he just heard come from you.

From you.

Cool?

You? Thought he looked cool? When beating up random strangers?

Most would describe his behavior as brash, monstrous, merciless, unapproachable.

Yet here you sat, face red and looking identical to a shoujo protagonist red in the face after a confessio—

Oh god, he was short circuiting.

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selarina · 2 years

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In between the Maybes

→ Suna Rintaro x Fem!Reader

Summary: The day after hooking up with your best friend is confusing, but not nearly as much as you make it out to be.

Word Count: 4k

Content Warnings: friends with benefits to lovers, fluff, light angst, smut (minors DNI), unedited

Author’s Notes: Had some Suna brain rot so I decided to make a part 2 for this fic. This piece can be read as a stand alone though.

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You wake up in frenzy to the sweet sound of your blaring alarm. Your eyelashes feel glued together, and you want nothing but to desperately curl back into your slumber. Groaning, you sit up against your headboard immediately registering the soft ache in your muscles.

Your head begins to throb against the confines of your skull, and the events of the previous night dawn on you, slowly.

The image of Suna with his crimson cheeks and parted lips breathily chanting your name comes to mind.

He left your house as he would on any other day, you asked him to let you know when he got home, and he did. You turn your phone on to be greeted by a bright light that leaves your vision hazy for a second.

There's nothing but the unread "I'm home" notification from last night.

As much as you wanted to, you didn't have any discussions about what transpired since you were on the brink of falling asleep as a result of the weed and Suna's very meticulous fingers.

While you're brushing your teeth, your other hand reaches up to your neck. The tip of your fingers brushes against the faint mark on your neck. It’s the only mark Suna left on you before you reminded him you’re going out the next day. He compensated by leaving a slew of marks in places you could easily hide.

You get as far as taking a bath, getting dressed, and making some juice before you start panicking.

You stare at your full plate, no longer having an appetite due to the panic coursing through your mind. The intensity of the situation only hits you now.

Your thoughts turn to possible ways in which this could affect your friendship with him, until you hear a blaring ping!

You reach for your phone at the sound of your phone’s notification.

You see a text from your friend reconfirming for brunch today, which is when you notice a couple of new texts from Suna, most likely sent whilst you were bathing.

Rintaro

9:37 pm: Morning

9:38 pm: Can we meet in the evening?

You

10:09 pm: okay, I’ll text you then

After responding to Suna and your friend, you begin making your way to the closet to look for something to wear to brunch today.

Excitedly cruising through your options was fun at first but now you stare at your slumped figure in the mirror with another one of your many options on display.

With all of your deliberation, combined with a miscalculation of today's traffic, you arrive at the place nearly 20 minutes late. An assortment of food make its way to the table as you find your way to the only empty seat at the table.

The restaurant, you note, is very grand. The decor of the restaurant appears to be an eclectic mix of styles, but it stands out in a good way. You passed by a myriad of statues, fountains, artworks, and all sorts of grand things before you made your way here.

You suddenly appreciate your past self for choosing to dress it up a little more than usual.

You end up enjoying the brunch while being surrounded by the constant sounds of your friends conversing as you all sip on your red wine. A tint of black fruits and vanilla remaining on your tongue even after your glass sits empty.

And you don’t think about Suna. Not even once. Not even when they bring in blueberry cheesecake — his favourite.

You remember getting sick of them for a short period of time in college because it was all he ever had for all things sweet, which meant — it was all you ever had too.

You do end up spending a little more than you intended though, but other than that you feel content as you’re pooling back home with your friend, Yuri.

You pull your phone out and inform Suna that you’re on your way home.

As your friend makes plans for the two of you, you find yourself mindlessly agreeing while your mind decides to put its focus on what will be waiting for you when you reach home.

“Hey—” you’re jolted out of your head when your friend kicks you in your shin. A sharp ache coursing through your leg. “Are you even listening? What's up with you today?”

“I’m sorry,” you say, hissing, as you crouch down to rub your shin. The guilt of not listening to her seeps in.

“It’s okay. What’s wrong though?” she asks, suddenly worried by the dazed look on your face.

You pinch the area between your eyebrows as though you’re nursing a headache. “Yeah. Hmm, I might have hooked up with Rintaro,” you confess to her.

“Suna Rintaro?” her eyebrows raise tentatively, as her eyes squint in apprehension.

You nod.

“Suna Rintaro. Professional volleyball player, part-time model, your hot college friend. That Suna Rintaro?”

“Yes."

“This isn’t a joke?”

“No," your monotone, flat-out responses were jarring to your friend.

“Okay… What the fuck?!” she yells, as if she had just processed what you said.

Startled by the sudden outburst, your cab driver yells and pulls the car over to the side. "Ma'am, please!" He turns back as he he directly glares through both of your skulls.

Your cheeks immediately heat up in embarrassment as the two of you apologize profusely.

He restarts the car.

You're not sure if your friend's silence is a result of the news or because she's embarrassed but you sit with her, almost relieved when she isn’t responding.

You almost get used to the silence before she looks at you a few moments later, her face still holding an expression of disbelief. "You have to tell me everything."

“Well, there's not much to say.” There really isn’t. “We smoked weed, danced, and then we were fully making out.”

You turn to your friend who looks utterly disappointed, most likely wanting a more vivid picture.

“Come on! Give me the details. Paint a picture!” she cries out, imploring you to continue as she turns her body to fully face you, as she leans into the palm of her hand.

You sigh before you continue, “Well, there was nice music. Soothing stuff. I don’t know why—” you pause, sheepish as you continue, “—but, I asked him to dance on an impulse.”

You turn to her shaking your head as you scrunch your nose speculatively.

You turn more chipper, sarcasm dripping in your tone, “and then there were stars in his eyes as we danced, and I was thinking ‘Wow! This must be my boombox serenade moment’ and we kissed and made love all night!”

“Ha ha,” she deadpans. She knows you can get like this sometimes with your tendency to backpedal when cornered. She hasn't figured out why you do this, and she's certain you haven't either.

Like the countless other times, she should just let it go. But instead she tries to ask, “So, does this mean, you guys are going to, maybe… give dating a shot?”

“No,” you say, emphatically. “I don’t like him like that — hell, on some days, I don’t like him at all.”

“Okay, I believe that," your friends says, although you find it hard to believe. "But what exactly comes next?”

“I’m not sure. I think we’ll talk it out today.”

“Hmm," she mulls it over. "Okay, I hope that works out. Good luck."

The two of you ride in silence after that, your mind scampering away to think about what you’ll say when you see him before your friend disturbs your silence by asking the cab driver to pull over at the intersection.

"I'll get off here," she says, motioning out the window. "When you get home, leave me a message, and don't forget to call me when you're done with lover boy tonight."

—

You're only 2 minutes away and you consider stopping the car, getting out, and making some sort of excuse. You could wait at a cafe until you're confident he's gone and then walk back home.

You register the sound of your driver asking if he is in front of the correct house. You hum as you mechanically pull your phone out to pay him. You stagger out of the car, and there he is, sitting on the steps to your door, just as he did the night before.

The image of Suna hovering close to your face, inches away, his tongue protruding from behind his teeth to wet his lower lip comes to the forefront of your mind.

You don’t have time to berate your mind for conjuring that image, because your feet start moving on their own. Soon enough, you find yourself standing in front of your door as he pockets his phone and stands beside you. He doesn’t say anything as he walks in trailing behind your steps. You don’t either. You don’t know what you could say.

"Are you all right?" You cock an eye out, unsure what prompted this. You wonder if he, like you, feels unsure of what to say or do. "You were a little out of it last night before I left," he adds.

“Oh.” You settle into a smile or at least try to as you say, "I'm fine," pointing from head to toe. "I even went out for brunch."

"Explains the dress." He puts his hands in his pockets and says, "You look nice."

"Thanks," you can't help but think about how the two of you don't do that. Not in this way, at least — more often than not it’s half-hearted insults that are obscure enough to qualify as compliments. And that's only if you gave it some thought.

You stand there with your hands clasped together, as though you are under questioning. Suna chews on the insides of his cheeks before he overtly suggests, “I think we should talk," in hopes of diffusing the tension before it chokes you both.

Your eyebrows rise and fall before your face softens. It's less guarded than before, the tension leaving your stiff brows, as you nod resignedly, "Yeah.” You give him a weary sidelong glance as you walk to your kitchen table, unwilling to return to that couch.

You're at one end of the dining room, Suna at the other, and a minute has passed in silence. No one puts this much space between each other in real life, so being seated on opposite ends of the table feels comical, almost like something out of a movie.

You figure you’ll start, “Just to be sure, you remember what happened. Right?”

Suna recalls everything a little too vividly. The image of his best friend grinding on top of him, your brows furrowing as you chanted his name. It sounded so sensual — a side of you he had never seen before, and it felt so inappropriate.

Simply put, he wanted to do it all over again. He breathes in deeply, "I do. Do you not?"

The image of Suna slipping two of his fingers between your legs after coating them in saliva with his mouthful of two fingers comes to mind. Taking a brief, tentative breath in, you utter, "I remember," as you lift your gaze to meet his.

“What do you remember?” he asks.

You're taken aback, and your calm demeanor crumbles as your eyes widen. In response to the question, you blurt out a hesitant "W-what?"

His face shows little to no emotion, leaving you feeling bare and vulnerable in an unpleasant way.

You scratch your cheek, as you take a second to recover from your discomfort. You force your face to settle, your features softening as you say, “I remember that I kissed you first, and, you kissed me back. And then, we almost had sex on the couch."

“Yeah," his eyes widen for a brief moment, as though he wasn't prepared for you to be this blatant. "It was good,” he says, nodding faintly.

“Right… it was good," you say, resting your back against the chair's crested rail as you sigh.

The soft aches in your muscles start returning, making themselves known as you bring your hands to the table in front of you. You interlock your fingers, your thumb facing up to the ceiling, as you say, "But we should probably never do that again," punctuating it with a soft chuckle.

“Yeah,” he affirms. "Can you stop being awkward now?" Suna reclines in his chair, his head dangling back, his eyes peering from beneath his bangs.

“Fine. Want to order in?”

“Didn’t you just come back from brunch?”

“I was trying to diffuse the tension,” you glare at him.

He sits up straight, pointing to the chair next to him, and says, with a sly grin, "You can start by not sitting at the opposite end of the table."

You're mildly annoyed that he noticed. "All right," you say, as you walk over to the chair and pull it out before you get comfortable.

And silence comes back to haunt the two of you. You keep gazing at the light switch, which since it is almost dusk, you really need to turn on. You can't seem to summon the energy to stand up again, not when you just got up to sit here.

“Okay, this is painful. Can we watch a video or something?” you break the silence, looking over at him.

He hums as he returns your gaze. He promptly pulls his phone out from his pocket as he searches for a video. You observe as his hands descend beneath you, pulling you closer by the legs of chair you’re sitting on. “Uhh... What are you doing?"

"Pulling you closer," he says casually.

“Why?”

"To watch the video," he says, shaking his phone.

You give a small nod in understanding. "You know, you're annoying," you state. He grins in tandem.

You flick his hand away, as you pull yourself closer to him along with the chair. When you find that your shoulders are practically brushing against each other, you quickly decide to cross your legs away from him to maintain a distance.

You spend a good few minutes invested in the video, even though the undercurrent thought of the warmth emanating from his body dominates the scene. But it is peaceful — the only sound in the room is him tapping on the screen as it loads onto the next video.

After watching a few videos, you notice that the room is getting darker, and you consider turning on the light. "I'll go change and come back and since it is getting late, maybe we can order some food in."

You turn to face him as you hear him hum and murmur something along the lines of "Don't go."

You pause.

You softly cock your brows as you become aware of his body inching towards yours, and it occurs to you that there’s not a lot of space to separate the two of you.

Your eyes flicker shut. You feel his lips brush faintly against your own. You're not sure who leans in first, but your lips are reunited in a kiss.

In contrast to last night's chase, this is tentative and slow, as if you're just testing the waters.

It doesn't take long for his hands to find themselves on you; they settle on your waist, softly kneading it as you pull him further into the kiss as your hands gently tug on his hair.

Suna grabs you by your waist as you move to straddle him on the chair. You part your lips and plea with him to do the same.

When you break away, you both lock gazes.

His dull green eyes fluoresce with a neediness as you pull him into another kiss.

Maintaining the kiss, he maneuvers you onto the dining table. The sudden movement causes you to gasp, pulling his lower lip with your teeth.

His hands hold you firmly by the waist as he moves closer to you, standing between your parted legs.

He pulls away from the kiss with a soft moan, to yank his t-shirt off, letting it fall carelessly onto the cold floor. He uses the same hand to push his bangs back, now you find that you can see his eyes more clearly. More vividly than you ever have.

You move your hands to the strap of the dress, wanting to get rid of it. He stops you by taking your hand into his own. You look back at him, eyes brows raised in confusion.

“Can you keep it on? It looks pretty on you,” your eyes widen and your cheeks flush as you nod.

He's back on your lips, grazing against the sides of your neck. “Don’t leave any marks,” you say this time. He continues kissing you there, softly this time, before he lays the last one on your throat.

He scrunches your dress up to your waist, hands grabbing your thighs to part them.

“Can I go down on you?” He asks, hands grazing the sides of your thighs, you overcome the urge to clasp them, as you affirm with a soft nod.

He bends down, his lips brushing against your inner thigh as he moves back to hook his hand onto the sides of your underwear, pulling it down and placing it somewhere on the chair behind him.

"Fuck," he muses as he slips in beneath your gown.

You gather it to hold it up to get a better view of him. He gives you a tentative lick and it leaves you reeling. His eyes flit up to gauge your reaction, after which he smirks at your response before he resumes his ministrations.

You're whining now, reaching for his hair and pulling harder with every lick. His tongues swipe through folds, as they settle to sucking on your clit. You’re in a daze right now but you don’t think you would ever forget the vision of him going down on you.

"Does it feel good?"

He comes to a halt as he checks with you once again, "Come on, tell me."

"Feels good, Rin," you whine, wanting him to continue as you pull his hair.

With every soft lick against your sensitive clit, you feel yourself getting close.

He groans against your folds before his hands enter the scene — his long, thin fingers slide in and out before they curve inside you.

You’re overwhelmed by the sensations, and it’s not long before your eyes roll back in unison as you cum.

Your hands gradually release their grip on his hair as you find yourself catching your breath. He stands back up, swiping the glisten off his lip with the back of his hand. He gets rid of his belt before pulling his cock out.

He moves in front of your entrance, as his tip swipes against your clit. You whine, sensitive from just cumming and he likes it, so he does it again and again until you get tired of his antics and ask breathlessly, "Condom?"

He hums, drawing one out from his pocket. You sit up, wanting to help him put it on. You bend as you jerk him off a couple of times as he’s left groaning, his hands land on your thigh to squeeze it in warning, “Stop teasing.”

You stop, only because you’re just desperate as he is. You roll it over his cock, as he lets out a moan.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you ask him.

“No, I’m moaning because I want to stop.”

“I only meant — we’re kind of crossing a lot of lines today.”

"You want to have this conversation right now?" He groans in frustration as he holds his wrapped cock.

To tease him, you smirk and fold your hands, saying, "I don't see why not." He groans, a string of murmured expletives escaping his lips.

"I'm leaving you here to finish up in the bathroom," he deadpans. "Now, if you’ll excu—” You grab him by the collar and kiss him, tongues languidly swiping against one another. Your hands reach down to guide him into burying his cock in you.

You exhale as you adjust to his length. His body bows over yours as he reaches for your lips, slowly moving his cock deeper into you until you feel full of him. Once he’s fully in, he's overwhelmed by how you feel around him, his head falls onto your shoulder as he moans.

"You feel so good," you moan again, reaching for his cheeks with your hands as you sloppily kiss him. He pushes you by the shoulders once you separate, guiding you to lie down on your back. He finds your soft thighs and squeezes them once before pushing your knees apart.

Your thighs practically kiss your chest as you moan unabashedly, feeling him reach deeper inside you.

“Fuck, stop squeezing.” You don’t, so his moans get louder by the second, but he keeps fucking you like this — steady, with his hip rolling into you in tandem. He continues to stretch you out, moving in deeper with each thrust.

His hand reaches for your clit again, as he starts rubbing in circles again. You feel the familiar tight coil, threatening to snap as he rolls into you.

Your orgasm spreads across your body in warm pleasure waves. Your mouth open wide in pleasure, reeling in the pleasure.

It’s not long before Rintaro is groaning at the sight of you writhing. He cums into the condom as he continues grinding into you, his hips losing pace as they focus on rutting into you, expletives that you don't catch slip from his tongue as he exhales.

You sit up with a soft sigh and a smile on your face. You watch him toss out the condom as he brings a tissue box over to you, giving you some as you clean yourself up. You begin to wonder if you've ruined your dress, but it appears to be perfectly clean, albeit a little crumpled from being bunched up.

"I can't believe we were having sex on the dining table. How will I ever eat here?"

“I have never seen you eating here. You always eat on the couch.” He’s not wrong.

"I'm going to change and shower," you say. He nods, strangely silent now. It worries you, but there's nothing a conversation can't fix.

—

"You know this usually leads to nothing good," you prompt, breaking the silence. The warmth of the coffee he made seeps into your skin.

You feel oddly calm about this. It's probably because of the look in his eyes, a sense of security washes over you as he looks at you. "We should probably stop."

"Maybe. Do you want to?" he asks.

You don't.

"I don't," you affirm.

He bends down to pick up his mug. Taking a sip, before he says, "So… You think I’m that good?", dragging every word.

You smack him almost immediately, wiping that smug smile off his face. "I'm being serious, Suna."

He rubs over his shoulder blades, relieving the soft ache from your force.

"Do you want to?" you ask.

"Of course not. You are that good," he says, huffing slightly. Your cheeks heat up in tandem.

"Okay, fine. We must establish ground rules,” you state.

"Do we have to?" he groans, a wave of lethargy cruising through your muscles at the sight of him slouching feebly against the couch.

You mirror his figure, relieving some of the soft aches in your muscles as you lay there.

"I'm not sure," you say, "but I've seen people do these in movies."

You want to sleep; that's all you want to do.

"So, let's not." You offer nothing more than a nod in agreement.

A few moments pass in silence as the two of you watch a movie while sipping coffee before you turn your head towards him as you call out to him — "Suna." Your voice is gruff from not speaking in a while.

He turns to face you, yawning softly, and then he scrunches his nose.

He hums, imploring you to continue. After a brief pause, your eyes blink over the sleep as you declare, "You can't stop being my friend."

"Can't?" he asks, half asleep, his head lolling as he turns to keep your gaze.

"Can't."

"Yes ma'am," he slurs as he offers a lazy salute, but you can't help but relax because this isn't as complicated as your mind has been making it.

Sometimes, it really is simple. Fundamental questions elicit a peaceful silence because your connection with him is really that simple. What does he mean to me? What do I mean to him?

It's quite simple.

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She Drains Me Slowly

Summary: As much as you loved Wanda, you could no longer tolerate being her puppy. The way every vampire in a 20 mile radius gawked and fawned over you like some teacup poodle was beyond humiliating. Even with the promise that no "low level" vampire would put their hands on you, you still found yourself being stroked and cooed at by complete strangers very often. There was only so much you could take before you would snap. You decided to give yourself a break, but your owner had other plans.

Tags: aggressive behaviors, series typical manipulation, mommy kink, nonsexual pet play

A/N: no more than 20 of y'all could've seen this when it first came out. so I'm posting the final part again! Hope y'all enjoy it. I will take drabble/headcanon requests for vampire!wanda :)

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You had lasted all of three weeks before you were officially done with Wanda's antics. You loved her, you truly did, but she was starting to become suffocating. You couldn’t go anywhere or do anything without her around and her rules were absolutely insane. What was once sexually liberating and tastefully degrading was now dreadful and distasteful to you. You didn’t want to be a doll or a pup or whatever nickname Wanda could come up with to make you fall back into her arms. No more pet names, no more rules, and definitely no more collars. Just time to exist as you were without Wanda constantly looking over your shoulder. As much as you wanted that, you were deathly afraid of how your lover would react. Wanda had become increasingly volatile and possessive. The slightest misstep or the smallest hint of disobedience would land you a punishment. Logically, you decided to just leave the second you got an excuse. Thankfully, it came quickly. You had to get some books for your classes in the upcoming semester. Though you would usually just find a free PDF online or borrow some from the library, you had to get some fresh air and head back into town. You missed your friends. Wanda never officially barred you from calling or texting them, but it wasn’t the same as spending time with them in person and it wasn’t easy to do when she literally stood behind you the entire conversation.

Your plan was simple. You would be a good pet all morning until Wanda left for work. Then, you’d get ready and leave. Maybe you’d talk to some friends after you got the books, but you wouldn’t spend more than a couple hours in town. It was a long walk from where Wanda lived to the edge of town and then an even longer walk from the gate to the library. You wouldn’t have time to do everything you wanted, but something was better than nothing at all.

The start of the day was pretty off. Wanda guided you through your morning like normal, she seemed more dominant than usual, but you thought nothing of it. You and Wanda ate in complete silence. That was the first red flag. Wanda would normally ask you about whatever your latest fixation was or give you the rundown of her schedule for the day. The second was her lack of guidance when you two went to brush your teeth and clean your faces. Wanda was most dominant during that time. She’d put toothpaste on your toothbrush and guide you through the intense facial routine she had set for you. Today, she just guided you to the bathroom and left you to your own devices. You never realize how poor your self-care skills were until she reprimanded you for almost washing your face with moisture and then putting on toner after your sunscreen. The worst of it was Wanda had almost no care for getting you dressed. She haphazardly threw your outfit together and was strangely rough when dressing you. To say your feelings were hurt was an understatement, but Wanda seemed to be nothing but a blood sucking brick wall. You held your tongue and decided it would be better for the both of you to just let her leave.

Wanda leaving was by far the worst “best” thing to happen all morning. She lingered around for hours just stomping and huffing as she washed the dishes, gathered her keys, and put on her shoes. Occasionally, you two would lock eyes and she’d have this weird expectant look on her face. You would turn away out of confusion then she would sigh obnoxiously loud before finding something else to do. Eventually, she stormed out the house in a quiet rage, making sure to slam the door hard enough to shake what felt like the entire house.

Finally, you were alone.

There was an unmistakable, but now unfamiliar burn in your chest. You were abandoned. Alone, frustrated, and nearly naked in what now felt like a stranger's house. You wanted to cry, but decided not to waste time. Your body dragged itself from the couch, through the living room, and finally to your closet. The grandness of where you were had been lost on you until that moment. The distance was nothing when you excitedly ran around it, but now it seemed endless as your feet dragged you across it. Dressing yourself had a weird melancholic freedom to it. You didn’t think too much about what you put on as long as it fit comfortably and actually covered your body, it was good.

You found yourself storming out the house the same way Wanda did. Angry and without care for anything else. You stomped through the house and slammed the door just as she did. It didn’t carry as much weight since she wasn’t there to see your acts of aggression, but it at least made you feel better. You found yourself stomping all the way down the hill and to the gate. It was a difficult feat and you felt ridiculous, but you held your ground. You stopped at the gate to catch your breath. Just as you were about to attempt to yank off the lock and run off, you heard footsteps. Your blood ran cold and you were frozen in place.

“That was a good show, puppy. For a moment, you really had me thinking you were actually trying to escape.”

The mere sound of her voice made your throat tighten up. Her voice had a deceptive sweetness to it that you were all too familiar with. It terrified you. Your grip on the lock tightened. All you had to do was pull it and walk away. You were leaving for a good reason. There was no reason for her to be upset with you, all you had to do was explain yourself. Yet, something was screaming at you that Wanda wouldn’t listen to you. Your body wanted to run. So that’s what you did. Shaking arms steadied themselves and pulled down with strength that surely wasn’t yours. Your legs bent, ready to speed off the second there was enough space in the gate for your body to slip through.

Instead, your body tumbled back from a push that seemingly came out of nowhere. Your head hit the ground in seconds. If it had anything other than grass and dirt, you surely would’ve cracked your skull. Your trembling arms struggled to lift you up off the ground. Your vision was slightly blurred, but it was clearly Wanda in front of you. It was like she magically appeared in front of you. “Wanda, I was just-”

“Just what? Just running away like some untrained mutt?” Her grip on the bars of the gate was strong enough to make the metal bend. “I feed you, bathe you, and keep you happy and you try to leave me,” She shouted before slamming the gate behind her. Wanda walked over to you and grabbed you by the front of your shirt. It was tight enough to restrict your breathing. There wasn’t a word in the English language to describe how angry Wanda was. Your plan to escape wasn’t a secret by any means, but she had given you a chance to be honest with her and you still decided to be sneaky and underhanded. She lifted you up with god-like strength so you were face to face. “There isn’t anything — or anyone — that you need that’s outside that gate. You hear me?” She wasn’t satisfied with the meek nod you had given her in response. “I said, do you hear me,” She repeated with more emphasis. “I have no problem breaking stupid mutts like you. So I suggest you behave yourself.”

“Yes ma’am. I’m so sorry, I promise I won’t act out again, I just needed to get my–” Your rambling was cut off by Wanda tightening her grip on your shirt. Your hands gripped onto her wrist as you were forcibly dragged back up the hill. Wanda had never been so careless with you. Even with the roughest punishment, she was careful to never push your boundaries. Now, you were just a rag doll for her to take her anger out on. “Please, I just wanted to get some books for my classes.” Lying to Wanda was always a dangerous game. She could find out the truth at any given moment and then your fate would be in her hands. It was your fault. That’s what you had convinced yourself. If you had just been honest with her, maybe she’d let you go. Wanda wasn’t cruel unless you forced her hand.

Wanda practically threw you against the floor of her house. She gently closed the door this time before turning towards you. Her tongue pressed against the inside of her cheek. “Don’t worry about that. You won’t be leaving this house without me any time soon,” She asked through gritted teeth. She slowly stepped forward. For a moment, the corners of her mouth turned upwards. The sight of you trembling and attempting to escape her was addictive. She stepped forward again. Then she took another one. And another one. Then two more after that. And before she knew it, she had you trapped between her and the front of the couch. She slowly bent down so the two of you were face to face. Her hand snaked to the back of your neck and gripped it tightly. “I don’t wanna treat you like a mutt. I want you to be my good puppy and my perfect doll, but I have to punish you when you act out.” Her hand moved to the front of your neck and slowly began to squeeze.

Most people would’ve fought back. Clawed at her hands and tried to kick her off. Yet, you stayed still. You let Wanda’s strong hands wrap around your throat and selfishly steal your breath away. Even when your vision became speckled with black spots. You took your punishment like any good toy would. Any praise or degradation from your owner had fallen on deaf ears as your body lulled into unconsciousness. Death very well could’ve been knocking at your front door, but you were strangely okay with that. If Wanda wanted you dead for your betrayal, so be it.

Wanda finally let go when she was sure you had been knocked out. There was nothing but silence. Had you not been right in front of her, she would have thought she had been sent to the past. Back to when she was cooped up in her mansion with no one to share it with. Her hands cupped your face. It would’ve been sweet if you weren’t passed out by her own doing. It was just possessive now. One hand pushed you forward into her chest and the other stroked your hair. “Oh puppy, you don’t have a clue how much you mean to me.” You were the love of her life. Even if she demoted you all the way down to a mutt and would strip you of any freedoms she had given you once before, she still loved you. It was just a kind of love you would have no choice but to get used to.

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When you woke up, you were surprisingly comfortable. Wrapped in fluffy warm sheets and surrounded by the relaxing scent of lavender and french vanilla. Had your legs not been throbbing from bruises or your neck not burned from being choked, you would’ve thought your failed escape plan was just a bad dream. Your hand blindly reached out for the warmth of your owner. You knew she wouldn’t be there, but you held out hope. A sigh escaped your lips as you forced your aching body to sit up right. There was no telling how long you’d be in trouble, but you would rather start your punishment now than hold it off. Walking to Wanda’s room felt. Your body weighed like a ton of bricks and your vision seemingly failed to recover from being knocked out, but you pushed forward regardless. Fortunately, your treacherous journey was cut short. The second you walked past the door to Wanda’s study, everything felt better.

She knew you were standing there, but decided to see what you would do. Maybe you’d start crying and beg her for forgiveness or maybe you’d keep up your little tantrum of independence and demand she apologize to you. Though you had repeatedly shown that you couldn’t be trusted, she wanted to give you the chance to redeem yourself naturally. Her eyes stayed focused on the monitor until you tugged at the sleeve of her suit jacket. "Is something the matter," She asked innocently. She knew exactly what was wrong. You wanted to be coddled and cuddled like you were the most precious thing on Earth, but knew it wasn't the treatment you deserved. " Use your words. I know you're just a mutt, but mommy doesn't understand pointing and pouting."

The use of such an honorific caught you off guard. Wanda had never used one before. She was your owner, but she never called herself that and you weren't obligated to refer to her as such. "I..Can I sit there? On the bed, I mean…Can I sit on the bed, please?" You tensed up underneath the hand that touched your face. It wasn't as warm and adoring as you were used to, but you were overjoyed to be touched again.

Wanda forced you to bend down to her eye level. "You can sit, but I need you to be extra quiet so I can work. Okay?" She normally wouldn't accept just a nod as confirmation, but you were clearly too shaken up for any proper discipline. Her chair rolled back so you could comfortably lay down in the bed underneath her desk. It had gone unused since she rarely worked from home. "This is a bed meant for a puppy and not a mutt, but if you behave I'll let you keep it." Wanda gave you a quick kiss on the lips before she pulled her chair back up and went to work.

Despite the trouble you put yourself in, not much changed. Wanda still checked on you every few minutes and mandatory snack breaks were just as consistent. What used to be cookies with milk were now bowls of fruit paired with water because "only good puppies get sweet snacks" as your owner bluntly. Wanda's break was usually reserved for "playtime" but she decided it was better to clean up what mutt she brought home instead.

Part of you worried that it would be a repeat of earlier. That you'd be carelessly tossed around and left to your own devices again. Fortunately, Wanda could extend her kindness to even the most disobedient mutts. She ran your bath with the same bath and bubbles you had grown to love. Your underwear and the tight fabric around your chest were removed with such care, you almost forgot why you wanted to run away.

Wanda guided you into the bathtub, taking extra care so your disoriented body wouldn't slip. Normally, she would get in with you, but there wasn't enough time for that. There was barely enough time to properly attend to you, but she was more than willingly to keep a few stuck up vampires waiting if it meant taming your disobedient soul. The pristine white suit jacket was carelessly discarded on the floor. She carefully unbuttoned her blouse and rolled up the sleeves. A smile spread across her face at the way you excitedly extended your arm out for her to wash. "You wanna be mommy's puppy again real bad, don't you," She teased as her fingers squished your cheeks.

You giggled at the strange affection. Your heart soared at the softness, but something in the back of your head had convinced you there was no need to talk. It was soft and corrosive. If you just played with the bubbles and let Wanda do whatever wanted, everything would be fine. Wanda would only be mean if you were mean to her. Just be good, that's all you had to do. For a moment, you wondered where the voice was coming from. You looked to Wanda, assuming she could hear it too, but all you got in return was a dotting look. It warmed your heart just enough to forget about the voice. "I'm sorry about this morning…I should have asked first."

Wanda let out a disappointed sigh. "You really should have, I don't want you to run off and get sick like last time." There was a purposeful air of nonchalant to her statement. She glanced up briefly, happy to see the confused expression on your face. "You remember when we were both really mad at each other and you ignored me for a super long time," Wanda said with faux innocence. It was her fault you had been upset, no sane person would say otherwise. "Then you got super sick and I had to sneak in to help you feel better. You got sick because of our connection." She reached into the tub and grabbed your hand. Her thumb carefully rubbed the bit marks she left weeks ago. "If we stay apart too long or get mad at each other, we'll both get sick and I don't want my mutt to get sick. Then they can't become a puppy."

Had this happened any earlier in your relationship, you would've shriveled up and demanded she talk to you like an adult. Yet, you found an odd comfort in her belittling tone of speech. "Oh, I didn't know that…I'm sorry," You whispered, suddenly ashamed and embarrassed of your previous behavior. You shifted slightly so Wanda could continue bathing you. "I won't go if it'll make you sick." It was an insane promise to make. You couldn't just not go to college. Though your parents were always supportive of your decisions, they certainly wouldn't be happy to see their money go to waste at the whim of a suitor they had never met. Plus, graduating college had been your dream since you were old enough to think — you couldn't just give up on it now with no regrets.

Wanda laughed at your blind dedication. "Oh, sweetheart, I would never make you drop out. We just have to make some arrangements so I can keep up with you," She cooed before kissing your cheek. "I'll have someone go and do all that boring stuff so you can stay with mommy until you have to go back." Wanda left no room for disagreement, which was fine since you didn't have any. Cleaning you up was a destresser that she couldn't go without. Even if she couldn't dress you up like a doll or even collar you like a puppy, taking care of you was fun.

So long as the two of you were connected, you would be anything she wanted.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #vampire!wanda #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda fanfic #marvel au #pvntherz #scarlet witch x you #scarlet witch smut #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch imagine #my biggest achievement is no one calling me out for a technical homestuck reference #ive never read it but the genius lyrics tricked me into learning about it

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No one understands Attack on Titan

Been struggling with getting my thoughts on paper with how busy this new job is making me. Looking for another job and got a 2nd interview today that is remote so I can have more time to dedicate to these videos But anyway... I wanted to share what I have so far to see if what everyones thoughts were? Anything I should add? Missing any points? I'd love to see your thoughts ^^

************THE VIDEO STARTS HERE*******************

More than a decade has passed since the release of Attack on Titan, a manga and eventual adapted anime that epically impacted anime culture globally by and large.

For just as much as an intense and emotionally stirring series Attack on Titan was and continues to be, that same inspiration reverberated into the many hearts of its fandom.

Spawning cosplay free of racial or ethnic limitations, A story in which its setting takes place in what most considered at the time a post apocalyptic world similar to the popular series “The Walking Dead” which landed Attack on Titan and in turn anime as a whole into the western lime light and in even more countries around the world, with characters and ideologies so meaningful and captivating that fans globally could not help but take the very same stance as our heroes, dedicating their very hearts to the Scouts cause and for 10 years heavily anticipated what the story would bring next.

Unfortunately however, it is within those 10 years where Attack on Titans characters, themes, and its very creator has always been and continues to be heavily misunderstood for reasons in which I can only define as misguided, projecting, and entirely foolish

Whether that is due to the possibility that I have surrounded myself in a conundrum of echo chambers of the naive, and ignorant is up for debate, (Show a faded icon of Twitter) but the fact that these misunderstandings happens by and large by both side lined spectators and fans of the show inexorably reinforces the topic this video discusses.

Despite being a story which expresses a tragically beautiful message meant to juxtapose itself within reality, no one TRULY understands Attack on Titan, or at least very few people do and with good reason.

What started as a young boys endeavor for the freedom of his species would eventually find himself caught in the complex webs of the machinations of human corruption.

Peeling layer by layer the extensive history of humanities cruelty, and the horrifying realization of the commentary Attack on Titan has tried to impose from the very beginning. Creating a rift within the fandom from the drastic change of how easily relatable its story used to be into how difficult of a question the story imposes towards its conclusions.

Leading people to accuse Attack on Titan for being anti-semetic and harboring fascist and imperialist subtext, that Eren Jeagar is a useless cry baby, a totalitarian tyrant and most importantly a god damn simp with the story's conclusion being heavily criticized as ruined, clumsy and just straight up bad.

But all of these statements couldn’t be any more wrong, most of their arguments set on such a fragile foundation that all it takes is a simple thought to topple it to the ground, which is exactly what this video sets out to do.

For those that the fandom has labeled as “Yeagerists” “Zekists” or even “AOE speculators” I ask this of you…

Instead of pondering what could’ve been, what your idealistic perceptions of how Eren should’ve acted in his final moments, or what was the right choice in the end, I ask of you, what do you think Isayama is trying to say with Attack on Titans story? Is it hopelessness and futility or is it something much more behind the futility?

Put your theories and ships aside and ask yourself, what is Attack on Titan asking us?

Attack on Titans asks of us a horrifying question, a question that remains integral and consistent within the story through out. But due to its uncomfortable nature, most people can’t help but shy away from it and instead criticize it narrow mindedly.

After all, how can most people empathize with acts of cruelty and oppression? How can most people not be upset at the social stratification the series presents? Its barbarous, its inhumane, but its horrifyingly real.

As the story begins with a hopelessly naive young boys idealistic perception of the world caught in the apex of mans cruelty eventually warped into a desperate man crushed by the viciousness of the world.

From the casts original objective to preserve mans existence, a fight for species survival eventually flipped on its head to something much more complex, rooted in self interest and strikingly real to events in our real lives.

Attack on Titan was never a story that avoided imposing a difficult question, an unavoidable question with no escape or unrealistic solutions that our main characters would have to face, where no hope or dream would survive as Isayama gives us an answer that we could never see coming.

Play: and on that day humanity received a grim reminder, that we lived in fear of the titans…

Oppression

A common complaint I often hear in regards to Attack on Titan is that it promotes anti-semitic and fascist ideals.

Antisemitism is the act of hostility or prejudice against a specific race, while Facism is a way of organizing a society in which a government ruled by a dictator controls the lives of the people and cannot be disobeyed without severe consequences.

And while these descriptions are extremely apparent within the story, the detail that most are missing is if Isayama himself promotes such principles.

From a power hungry tyrannical king whose only goal is territorial conquest, to a corrupt nation which promotes anti semitic propaganda to succeed in the very same ambitions as the evil king before them, to the once prominent king hailed by many stands alone in his passivity as he traps his subjects in multi layered ignorance condemning them to an inevitable death, to the world which fervently yearns for your death simply for what you are.

What we can draw from this is that the setting in which Attack on Titan takes place in clearly represents anti-semetism and fascist principles, but just because it does should not mean that Isayama himself supports it which can clearly be seen when you look at the ramifications the story presents to us of said principles

To the lone man who walks the path of a devil implanted with the wanten desire of freedom bred from the oppression that surrounded him at a young age, to the many Eldians who were ignorantly held captive beyond their understanding as they lay helpless only to die, to a nation who reclaimed their land and liberty from their oppressors and to a lone fragile young woman who constantly finds herself in awe at the sight of what a slave can never have.

Eren Jeagar and the Scouts are the antithesis to the very principles that people accuse Attack on Titan of supporting, with their symbol representing wings soaring towards freedom; they fight for liberty against the monsters that condemn them within the confines of the walls, seeking to eliminate that which prevents them from their birthright, even going as far as dismantling the oppressive government power that had systematically oppressed the nation for over a century until eventually with their backs against the walls, they are forced to fight against the world.

Attack on Titan while again being a story surrounded around the idea of anti semitism and facism was never a story that supported it but instead adamantly opposed it.

Eren Jeagar personifies this ideal, from his early youth Eren came to the realization that freedom was a given right to all people who are born into the world, and slowly began to realize that everything that surrounded him, the walls, the titans and even his own people prevented that and this knowledge enraged him.

Throughout the story, Eren continues to fight towards this ideal until he eventually came to realize the significant amount of sacrifice it would take to see his dream a reality.

And yet in spite of that, people often misconstrue Erens intentions, the foundation of his motivations, and the very contents of his dreams.

Eren Jeagar is the sole character who encompasses a majority of the themes and messages Attack on Titans demonstrates, however, its partly due to how heavily misunderstood Eren is that leads most people to fall short when it comes to recognizing what it is that Attack on Titan is trying to say…

Erens actions towards the end of the story is highly controversial, polarizing the fanbase into those who empathize with his decisions vs those who simply can not.

And all the while, people who are stuck on the topic of whether Eren was right or wrong is simply irrelevant The Rumbling, while undoubtedly able to stir a moral dilemma to the viewers, is but a rather large piece to an even larger picture.

Attack on Titan does not focus on the idea of what is right or what is wrong, at least not on an individual level, but instead offers us layers of dark gray circumstances that shows us who the true enemies are.

*Play Erwin: “That was a weird question” scene*

The enemy of Oppression: Dreams

When one is completely surrounded by sorrow and strife, what lays dormant inside of us all is the constant struggle to persevere towards attaining a state of being which provides us the greatest feeling of contentment.

However, most of us if not all of us fall into the trap of completely romanticizing our dreams to the point where we become blindsided to the effects in which our endeavors may bring as a result.

And the more dogmatically we substantiate our dreams, the heavier the weight becomes when reality plunders what we had desperately hoped for.

Mention how the cruelty of the world twists those dreams into malicious ambitions to persevere

*Play the scene between Erwin and Levi “Is this more important than the fate of humanity? Yes.”

#aot #anime #anime analysis #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren yeager #rumbling

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top 10 wlw ships of all time??

All time?? Ahh, good question Anon. I'm sure there's a more objective way to answer this and I could maybe even do a top 10 in terms of milestones in representation but instead, today, this is just going to be my personal list based on my faves.

First thing to know is that I'm actually not that big of a shipper and kinda go all or nothing. Meaning, if I list more than three there's going to be a huge difference in terms of my devotion between the first half and the second half, and for that purpose I'm going to divide this into subcategories.

The top 3 - ride or die, they have my heart ships

1. Korra and Asami, The Legend of Korra

Let’s not even get started on what the Avatar universe means to me and Korrasami in particular because I will cry. They’re comfortably my OTP, if we take One True Pairing seriously and I’ll never forget December 19th 2014.

2. Bubblegum and Marceline, Adventure Time

Dare I say, the OGs? Two years before Korrasami walked off into that sunset I became obsessed with a cartoon vampire and her ex-gf, a despotic piece of gum. Archaeologists will find my many Bubbline posts from before they became canon and see how I was foaming at the mouth trying to tell everyone exactly what the subtext implied. But it’s not just that sense of vindication that will always, always make them so special to me.

3. Brittany and Santana, Glee

Shocker! Lmao, I mean, it is kind of strange that they’re so high because Glee has by far the weakest writing out of my favourite shows and Brittana was treated with the least respect. But, you know, I’m still hooked and I still have a deep love for Brittana’s story. They’re not a pairing I grew up with but one I’m glad I gave a chance to in my twenties. Enough said since I regularly go on about them.

Moving to top 5 - think less about them now but hold dear

4. Laura and Carmilla, Carmilla: The Series

Ahh, Hollstein. I got into Carmilla right after LoK concluded and Hollstein was a milestone couple in terms of my relationship to representation. This little web series created a duo of incredibly complex characters who had an even more complex relationship and one I cherished so, so much. I still think their writing holds up, though I haven’t rewatched in a while. Once upon a time I went as hard for them as the top three, it’s just been a while and Carmilla isn’t a forever fandom for me in the same way Avatar is. Precious memories though.

5. Catra and Adora, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Being as into SPOP as I ended up after season 5 dropped caught me by surprise but it was a very, very solid show and presented a very beautiful story between Catra and Adora. Again, very layered, very complex, very well-written and not the least well (voice) acted. Catradora made me feel so deeply about a ship after quite a while so they deserve to be in the top 5.

Next 2 - less intense but still active shipping

6. Luz and Amity, The Owl House

Continuing my trend of cartoon gfs, I was so happy to watch The Owl House and see how far we’ve come with kids’ shows. Their relationship is allowed to exist well before the finale and it’s so cute and they’re such interesting characters. I admit, I’m a bit behind on TOH at the moment but I’ll catch up by the time season 3 comes out. They’re not quite the same as other animated couples in terms of how personally atteched I am but I’m over the moon about Lumity’s mere existence.

7. Nico and Karolina, Marvel’s Runaways

Deanoru mostly had a hold on me when I first watched the first two seasons and it never crossed into a more intense love for them, but I still really dig the story despite the show’s shortcomings and the premature end. I feel like they got a good enough ending and were treated with respect as a couple. And, you know, that whole sun and moon dynamic? Sign me tf up.

Bottom 3 - still good! just more casual

8. Rachel and Chloe, Life Is Strange: Before the Storm

I was very much anything but chill about Amberprice when I was first playing BtS but in retrospect, and having replayed the game that had more to do with my love for Rachel Amber rather than the pairing. They still made it to the list because they made me feel things in a way most wlw ships in media I casually enjoy don’t. And that whole “run away with me” scene in the second episode? My god. Their tragedy? Fuck I’m a sucker for that.

9. Casey and Izzie, Atyical

I’d say Atypical is by far the show I consumed the most casually out of all the ones listed but Cazzie were such a well-handled couple with adorable and very real scenes. Wlw ships in Netflix shows can feel kinda... forced and like they were just thrown in, but I thought Izzie’s introduction and their evolution felt organic and I enjoyed watching it unfold. They’re top tier, even if they don’t rank higher for me because of personal involvement.

10. Nicole and Waverly, Wynonna Earp

I’ll be honest, there are a couple of ships that could interchangeably place 10th but I think the beginning of Wynonna Earp and Wayhaught’s relationship caught that good time in wlw fandom so I consider them special enough to make the list. My attachment to them is unique to this experience of having watched it unfold and the fact that they were a shining light of hope after everything went down in 2016. Rather than treat it casually, the creators doubled down on Wayhaught’s story and importance and that had an impact. Good show, good ship.

Well, I hope a list like this is more or less what you meant! I’d be curious to hear others’ faves; this is really nostalgic for me for various reasons haha.

#judge my taste 😌#i'm kidding please don't i will cry when it comes to the sapphics #but this was interesting to consider so thanks anon #anon #ask #top 10 wlw ships #korrasami #brittana #bubbline #deanoru #hollstein #catradora #wayhaught #cazzie #amberprice #lumity #fandom asks #shipping asks

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i lo-lo-LOVE smother, re-read it for the maybe third time last night 🤭🤭i can’t stop 🤭🤭

my question(s) is; do you have a personal favourite chapter you’ve written, or ideas for the series you’re yet to write? that might be a bit spoiler-y but 🤷‍♀️👺😈😈 also any particular smut scene you’ve written that’s your personal fave?? mine is when joel leashes reader for the first time after he’s come back from jackson 😈😈 i love your writing, have a safe trip!!! xoxo

ahhh sending you so much love rn for your love for smother! ❤️❤️❤️

i think the chapter i loved writing and was so proud of was punishment, peace which was where i started to get really soft for them after seeing more of their domestic side. writing that scene where joel reads the book to blossom was just so much fun too! as far as smut goes, i loved the scene of them on the couch before he leaves in part vii because i just had the most vivid image of all of it and it made me feel insane 🙂 and i’m also a fan of him eating blossom out when they’re outside in the garden! your personal pick is also an insanely good one hehe.

i don’t want to put too many spoilers but i do have a lot of pretty intense stuff planned and also some very sexy and cute moments. a tiny teaser i guess is in a chapter coming up i want to have blossom have some of joel’s whiskey and they get a little silly together 👀

if you’re bored today send me stuff!

#fic: smother #ask

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oceanicoutlaw · 1 month

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Taking a break from reading Babel by R.F. Kuang. It is such a good book but it’s so knowledge intensive. Since I have a research based major reading it just feels like homework sometimes ToT

Started reading Scythe by Neal Shusterman today. I was influenced by newlynova’s yt video (linked here) and her description of it literally made me go buy it the very next day. I’m 57 pages in and so far I really enjoy it!!! I can’t wait to see how these characters progress throughout the series

#scythe #arc of a scythe #reading #bookblr #books and reading #new books #currently reading

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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 years

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sometimes that's all we need series

I wrote a little two-part All Caps series! It's my first time writing an All Caps fic, but I think I did well 🥰 Here's part one!

1) you know misery loves company

| Pairing: SamSteveBucky | Rating: E | WC: 4.6K |

Summary: Steve and Bucky have been vying for Sam's attention for months now. It's become a little ridiculous.

Excerpt:

It started out fine, really. Almost funny. Adorable, even. After Steve and the remaining Avengers saved the world and went back in time right before Sam and Bucky's as well as trillions of others were "dusted", well, pardons were given, parades were held, Steve had transitioned the title of Captain America to Sam, and Sam had moved the Avengers closer to home in Delacroix. If Steve and Bucky randomly followed him back to Delacroix, why wouldn't they? They were working at the Avengers Campus too, even as non-auxiliary members. If they got apartments on either side of Sam's apartment? Well, a little weird, but they were both Sam's best friends, so why not? Then things started to become… strange. Between Sam and his two best friends. Something teetering obviously towards more than friendship, even if Sam wasn’t ready to admit it.

2) so come with me

Summary: Sam has started going out with Steve and Bucky. It's been going well so far.

Chapter 1: Sam and Steve

Excerpt:

“I love you, Sam,” whispered Steve behind Sam, just… holding Sam close. Not pulling out of Sam. Staying there, a fantastic weight on Sam. “Love you too,” whispered Sam back, unable to understand how he got this lucky.

Chapter 2: Sam and Bucky

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“Tough day?” asked Bucky softly before he kissed Sam’s forehead. “I wouldn’t say tough. More… grueling?” mumbled Sam as he took another sip of water, “The workout was killer today. It was good, but everywhere hurts. Steve?” “Out with Sarah helping with deliveries,” said Bucky, “Got the apartment to ourselves. Should we do that thing? From that movie? The one with that kid in his underwear sliding on the floors with socks. Just take those old records off the shelf.” Sam snorted. “Risky Business? You want to reenact the Risky Business dance scene?” asked Sam, giggling as he tried to piece together when exactly he showed Bucky Risky Business, “Maybe a little later. Maybe I’ll watch you do it.” “I can do a lot of things,” said Bucky with a hint of a growl and Sam just… he couldn’t take that seriously. Sam snickered at it. “Stop being cute,” said Sam as rested his head on Bucky’s shoulder. “Never. I am and always will be cute,” said Bucky with a smile as he rubbed Sam’s side.

Chapter 3: Sam, Bucky, and Steve

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“Bucky and I… actually have been meaning to talk about a few things with you,” said Sam and, fuck, Steve’s amused face at how intensely flushed Bucky had become made Sam want to forget talking and just do something, anything. Steve quirked an eyebrow. “You have, huh?” mused Steve smugly, “Haven’t seen you blush this hard since you accidentally asked both Connie and Bonnie to the Stark Expo in a panic because you forgot which one was which.” “Their names were Bonnie and Connie. They were gorgeous. My mind short-circuited and crossed wires,” protested Bucky as he hid his face in the comforter, “Never mind what we said, Sam. I’m going on strike. Sex strike.” “No, no I want to know,” said Steve, smiling, “Don’t strike on us just yet. At least tell me what you two have been thinking.” “I don’t know. I kind of love it when he’s like this,” said Sam, playing with Bucky’s hand, “He’s really cute when he’s flustered. Fluster him more.” Bucky made very confused sounds into the comforter, something that felt like a mix of frustration and interest.

READ THE REST ON AO3!

#sambuckysteve #sambuckysteve fic #all caps #all caps fic #sam wilson #bucky barnes #steve rogers #getting together #best friends to lovers #read the tags #my fic #you know misery loves company

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somewhereinneptune · 8 months

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The string within shadow and light

Credits : Art belongs to Gabriela Wasiewicz, and other aesthetic pics belong to their respective owners.

‘’ Evil is natural. It is innate in all humans. But while it can't be defeated... it can be controlled. In order to control it, and live the life of a true hero, you must learn to see with eyes unclouded by hate. See the good in that which is evil, and the evil in that which is good. Pledge yourself to neither side, but vow instead to preserve the balance that exists between the two.”

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Hayao Miyazaki

Greetings! Hope all is well, and if not, I hope it will be very soon. This is the first post of a series I’ll be posting regarding the 12th astrological signs where I write my own personal (not factual, obviously) takes on the signs in terms of their Yin and Yang sides, or their shadow and light, however you wish to perceive it. This is written from a place of acknowledgement that all humans possess a blend of human emotions which vary in essence and intensity, as well as the level of healing and awareness one has accumulated, and there is absolutely no judgement or a stereotype such as ‘’This sign is better/ this sign is good/ this sign is bad’’ , if anything, one of the reasons I decided to begin this series is to shed light on false bias and stereotypes regarding signs and how astrological charts work. If you proceed with reading, hope you do so from an open mind.

PS : I’d like to note that a person with prominent placements of a sign may act on the Yin trait and its very opposite at the same time as everyone is human and humans are usually fluid in nature. This series’ aim is not to create two split versions of the signs which people may only exist on either, but rather to show the two sides and what goes within. Thank you!

Aries

Season Date: March 21st-April 19th

Element: Fire

Modality: Cardinal

Ruling Planet: Mars

Ruling House: First, Ascendant

Body Part Association: Head

Other: Masculine

Occupation association: Athlete, physical - activity related jobs

Beginning this series with the first astrological sign of the 12th; Aries. Ruling the first house known as the Ascendant or the ‘rising’, we begin briefly with the theme of ‘I’ with this sign; This sign is our first introduction to individuality, self-concept, and recognizing ourselves as individual parts forming webs of societies within this world. It is also the point where the world perceives us from its own lens and how we reflect fragments of ourselves to that world. To each person, the sign sitting on the cusp of the first house will be different depending on the different birth information, but today we will focus on Aries as a whole, especially the way it manifests itself within light and shadow aspects.

Now, what do I mean when I say ‘light and shadow aspects? As mentioned above in the introduction of the series, this refers to how the sign manifests itself in an individual’s chart depending on the level of inner work/ growth they’ve undergone and how Aries varies within its different fragments. You might have stumbled upon the term ‘Developed/Underdeveloped’ and this is sometimes a debate within the Astrology community. In my own personal opinion, this term presents itself in how much maturity one possesses within a specific area of life, and how far in their growth have they gone regarding a specific part which can be seen reflected in the astrological chart through certain signs, houses, aspects, etc.

The Arian fragments within the light

Aries in its ‘Light’ or more Yang energy is the child full of enthusiasm, optimism for life, the days ahead and the million possibilities on the horizon. If you’re into Tarot, ‘The Fool’ card is a good representation of Aries here. Aries here shows us the endless potential which starts with a spark and grows into a wildfire of ideas, potential paths and projects to explore. Aries is a very adventurous sign, running on Adrenaline rush and quick impulses, leaving little to no care for calculation and strategy.

Individuals with prominent Aries placements are usually those on the extroverted / loud and chatty side, those who want to live life to the fullest, explore and try all that there is to try, go after whatever increases their inner fire. Anything daring and even ‘crazy’ is within Aries’ cup of preference. Another trait to note is that of being a Go-getter; Aries is a cardinal sign, which means once they’ve set their eyes on something (or someone) they won’t stop until they reach what they’ve set their eyes on.

Aries is also very fun to be around. Those people usually exist on the surface of things; Though they’re very fiery and hot- tempered, they rarely take things too seriously and they mainly concern themselves with having a great time, exploring the world, and testing their limits, which are rarely limited or restrained.

With connections, when it comes to those individuals Aries care so much for, they take the label of ‘ride or die’; Those individuals are the ones who wouldn’t fear standing up for you in the middle of a crowd doesn’t matter how intimidating the atmosphere is- I almost forgot , this sign is heavily associated with leadership since it rules individuality, so those people are usually the ones who prefer to call the shots, take initiative whether its speaking up, planning a trip or a hangout, or leading a cause or project.

Romantic connections wise, Aries placements are usually the pursuers and the initiators; With prominent Aries placements, these individuals are usually the ones who go after their person of interest as they usually possess more daring elements and love the idea of having something to go after, it adds more fuel to them that they go after a goal and see it through. Apart from that, due to their Mars and fire-like nature, these individuals love passionately- not exactly deeply, but more intensely especially on the physical and sexual side, though when truly falling for someone, they can be devoted.

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Not caring what others think or tell them what to do, risk takers, detached from structure and law, confident, self- assured/ self- certain, independent and self- reliant

The Arian fragments within the dark

Coming down to the shadow or Yin side of Aries, this is where traits mentioned are taken to extremes, taking the toxic route of things; One of Aries extremes is their impulsivity which can manifest in various ways, from getting them in serious troubles due to their lack of thinking and mere adrenaline rush, to their emotional impulsivity which manifests in explosive anger and harsh treatment of others.

Aries on extreme cases struggle with anger issues; You’d see these individuals breaking things around, screaming at everyone irrationally, punching walls, or in very extreme cases breaking in physical fights or abusing those close to them. Thing is, Arians snap out of the blue, they have a quick temper that suddenly gets to them at times for things considered ‘little’ and that’s due to their fire nature, anger that comes fast, wrecks them and everything around them and goes just as fast. That’s one of the reasons those with prominent Aries placement are advised to channel their anger and energy through a healthy physical activity like work-out or a certain sport where that inner energy can balance out or stimulate itself in non- harmful ways.

A second of their extreme traits is their petty behavior due to over- confidence; This can manifest as someone constantly throwing the blame on others, always believing they’re right. Another reason for this is their over- competitive nature which drives them to want to win everything at any cost including discussions, debates, and even normal confrontations or one on one conversations as they’re prone to seeing everything as a battle they need to win and prove themselves through. This can manifest in childish and immature behavior where one individual is unwilling to cooperate.

To expand on the last line, Aries is sometimes associated with the phrase ‘My way or the highway’ as another of their extreme cases is their control issues where they take the leader role too far, dismissing others’ needs and different takes on things. They can get too commanding and expect things to go their way always without seeing the other side.

They can also take having fun too far and discard seriousness in the right time altogether, meaning they might want to exist only on the surface, caring so little about the deeper and more mature side of things, especially regarding situations that requires taking accountability, reflecting on different aspects of a situation or looking within.

Lastly, I’ve observed within prominent Aries placements that some of them might only go after someone and love- bomb them for the sake of the thrill chasing brings (the adrenaline rush chasing after a goal brings) yet once they get it, as in once their person of interest reciprocates the effort, they tend to lose interest. For some, they love the idea of someone that plays hard to get and the idea of the person giving in and wanting something with them is a turn off since there is nothing to chase and strive for anymore.

Final observations

I’ve noticed an interesting thing between certain signs where one reflects the lighter or surface-y side of things, while the other mirrors the deeper side of them.

An example is Aries and Scorpio: Both are ruled by Mars (Scorpio is originally ruled by Mars, and later on by Pluto) and though They vary in elements (Scorpio being of the water element), Aries seems to be the surface mirror to Scorpio, while Scorpio is the deeper mirror; Aries has quick - lasting temper, while Scorpio stays silent for long then holds grudges for years. Aries loves both intensely and sexually, but the focus is more physical intimacy, while Scorpio takes sex to a deeper sense of exploring the person and almost desiring to merge their being with their person of interest through sexual encounters.

Aries feels and goes with the spark fast, while Scorpio take their time to form intimacy. Scorpio hates the surface and surface- level individuals, while Aries cares so little for depth.

They both possesses similar traits, but they harness and express them so differently and I find that interesting.

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I'm so sorry if you've already been asked this (you can ignore me if you have) but what would you choose as your three favorite brucas scenes, three favorite naley scenes and three favorite jeyton scenes? I can't wait to read your answers!

You're fine! And I've definitely never been asked this. These probably won't be in any particular order. Also, I cheated because I couldn't narrow it down to three scenes per couple.

Brucas:

2x09 - The Trick Is to Keep Breathing

It's the beginning of everything! While I still think the journey to Lucas realizing he has strong feelings for Brooke could have been set up better, I'll always love the clear tension in this moment. Even though Brooke and Lucas are now on good terms, Brooke has spent so long actively avoiding love directly because of Lucas's actions the previous season. She was on the verge of letting nasty Felix into her life only to realize he'd been lying to her. But of all people, Lucas is the one to comfort Brooke and take her home. This scene shows such promise for their future.

2x23 - The Leavers Dance

I love a good love confession. After several episodes of Lucas keeping his feelings to himself, he could no longer fight them. No one had to talk him into making a move. No one had to explain why all of his actions and words indicated he was in love with Brooke. Lucas simply listened to his heart. And even though Brooke is so caught off guard and still understandably afraid to let him back in, she only barely manages it. Even though the scene leaves their romantic future in an uncertain place, it's a very significant scene.

3x13 - The Wind That Blew My Heart Away

I'm a sucker for rain kisses in fiction. I almost didn't want to include it because it feels like Lucas does this same "No, really, I want to be with you" thing far too often, particularly whenever the possibility of his feelings for Peyton come up. But even though Brooke has understandable trust issues and still needs reassurance Lucas loves only her, Lucas keeps fighting for their relationship. And.. I don't know. I just love them. If only this had been the end of the triangle.

5x18 - What Comes After the Blues

Brooke told Lucas not to come. But because Lucas realized Brooke needs someone even if she denies it, he still showed up. Because taking care of Angie meant something to him, too. There is only one impactful Lucas Scott scene taking place at an airport, and it's not his sad excuse for a proposal.

Naley:

2x01 - The Desperate Kingdom of Love

This is so dumb, but the first Naley proposal honestly makes me feel like a kid again LOL. I thought this was the most romantic scene in the world the first time I watched this. Now that I'm older, there are so many things wrong with it and Nathan's codependency, but it's hard to deny the impact of the scene itself and the intensity of their love for each other. There are a million reasons why they shouldn't get married, but the simple fact is they love each other and want to be together. So why can't it start today? As naive as the whole thing was, it's very sweet knowing that after so many ups and downs and near breakups, the two came out of the series together, stronger than ever.

3x13 - The Wind That Blew My Heart Away

Again, I love a good rain scene. Really, so many season 3 moments could take the place of this one. But this was the moment that solidified everything would be okay and that Nathan and Haley were going to get their marriage back on track.

6x24 - Remember Me as a Time of Day

This was the pinnacle of everything Nathan had been working towards since the time jump. It's such an amazing, raw moment of the two celebrating and Haley just.. launching herself into Nathan's arms. She's so damn proud of him. He's so grateful that she always believed in them. They're the best.

9x13 - One Tree Hill

Unlike the other three scenes, this isn't a super significant moment. It's just a nice little cap on Naley's love story. We get sweet callbacks and one, final kiss in the rain.

Jeyton:

2x16 - Somewhere a Clock Is Ticking

Really, the entire love scene is my favorite. It's just so passionate and full of tremendous chemistry. Hilarie and Bryan's chemistry is rarely ever given its due, but they worked incredibly well together. Look how happy and content Peyton looks here.

2x18 - The Lonesome Road

It's so bittersweet, but their first I love you is very sweet to witness. I hate that they were given so little time together.

2x22 - The Tide That Left and Never Came Back

"I could have held you in my arms forever, and it still wouldn't have been long enough." Enough said. Jake loved Peyton more than Lucas did and it's not close.

3x19 - I Slept with Someone in Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me

No matter how things ended between them, I still cry and/or jump whenever I see this scene. It was so well executed. After an entire season of Peyton struggling, seeing her back with Jake felt right. I'll never be over the clear happiness radiating off both of them.

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