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turtlecleric · 25 days

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Imagine.

You've been friends with Rise Leo for so long, that you can't seem to remember a time when he wasn't there teasing you with his signature smirk.

It was always jokes with him. Puns. One liners. Horrible cringe pick-up lines. You name it, he'd say it.

Word play was the game and boy did he know how to play. The dumber they were, the harder you laughed.

You always seemed to be laughing around him. It felt…nice. Just to be silly, let the weight of your world roll off your shoulders just for one moment.

You guessed why that's why it was so easy for you to fall into a habit of teasing him back. Y'all both just needed a reason to laugh.

But…you weren't laughing now.

There, he stood in front of you, with that signature smirk on his lips, telling you that he had feelings for you.

That he ALWAYS had feelings for you; he just never had the words for it until now.

You tilted your head at that, your brow narrowing in confusion as you began to rub a hand nervously over your arm.

So you did what you always did. What he would always do when it came to uncomfortable feelings.

You brushed it off with a laugh, missing the way Leo’s hands flexed at the sound.

You looked up at Leo with a shaky smirk, mirroring his own face, your eyebrow quirked teasingly.

“This is a joke right? I'm missing the punchline here. You've never cared about serious feelings like this before, so why start now?”

Leo’s eyes widened slightly, his stomach sinking as he watched you shake your head with that disbelieving and exasperated smile that he had come to love so much.

His hands slowly curled into white-knuckled fists as he watched you literally laugh away his confession.

You thought… you thought this was a joke. That he wouldn't take these real feelings seriously.

Leo’s gaze narrowed as his attention sharpened into focus on you.

Very well then.

Leo would show you just how serious he could be.

Imagine.

All of those jokes, all of that teasing, that ADHD intellect, that strategy, that charisma and charm directed solely on you.

Imagine.

Every comment, every look, interaction and touch becoming calculated, purpose driven and direct.

Focused. On. You.

Imagine.

Leo wanting to show you what serious intention looks like.

Because it was NEVER a joke when it concerned you.

~Ninja

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #OH I'M IMAGINING #TH. THANK YOU FOR THIS #ohhhhhhh and you know it all comes to a boiling point where you get into an argument with him #which is so so terrible because you two NEVER fight #and because i love cliches it HAS to escalate to him losing that smirk and that self-assured mask and him yelling “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!#BECAUSE FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE I'M BEING HONEST AND THE TRUTH IS THAT I FUCKING LOVE YOU OKAY?“#ohhh he'd fucking BREAK he'd start to cry and look at you like you hold his life in your hands (because you do. you always have)#and it's only THEN that you realize #all this was... all this was actually real #what he's been saying and doing it's all been REAL this ENTIRE TIME and you've been brushing it off. you've been LAUGHING.#“Leo I'm. I'm so sorry I didn't- I thought you-”#“well?” “well what?” “...do you love /me?/”#asks

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justaz · 2 months

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me: i hate cliches. theyre so predictable and overdone. i just want something new-

every fic ever: character A confidently/impulsively kisses character B who freezes under their touch causing character A to panic and begin to pull back just as character B remembers themself and kisses back with a passion

me, born to ascend, forced to act casual by societal norms:

#it just does it for me every goddamn time #i see it coming and still go crazy once i read it #im reading another fucking merthur fic #what about it #yknow i actually started doing this thing this year of keeping track of all the fics i read #just so i can see how many words i read #and its march and for the past three months all ive been reading has been merthur #…#ANYWAYS-#fic #fanfic #fanfiction #tropes #cliches #writing #fanfiction writer #reading fics in public consists of turning ur phone on and off as you read bc u have to take breaks before u start screeching like a banshe #in the privacy of ur room at least you can turn ur phone off and toss it on ur bed as u pace around in ur enclosure #spiritually im the old lady climbing the gate #physically im the glowing guy at a restaurant

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moodymisty · 1 year

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Do you have anymore Daddy! Boba writings? 😳 I honestly loved it sm and couldn't stop reading it!! <3

Author's Note: that’s the only Boba Fett thing I’ve written as of yet, but I have been working on something for Boba Fett for awhile, so here's a snippet of it. It's been fighting me tooth and nail so I honestly I'm probably going to dump it, but I hope you enjoy this part of it none the less. SFW Boba content on the horizon as well.

Summary: Don't tease Boba Fett.

Relationships: BOBF!Boba Fett/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Porn without Plot, age gap if you squint, Daddy kink(the word is only said once but the vibe is there please don't continue if this isn't your thing), SoftDom!Boba, Sub!Reader, Oral sex(female receiving), Boba has a nice big bed in his room and not just a bacta tank

'Go upstairs.'

His words echo in your ear, knowing that as you ascend, he isn't far behind.

The steps are steep, and you almost trip over your own feet trying to quickly make your way up them. Bits of sand dragged in from the desert outside crunch under your feet, the stone of the walls cool against your hand as you brush your palm along it.

When you reach the top and open the large door, you can still clearly see the suns casting large amounts of light through the windows, but it's quickly turning to a more comfortable orange, as the evening begins. If you were to look outside them you could easily see large swaths of Mos Espa, but nowhere near the entire city. The buildings all being bathed in the setting of the suns- shades of yellow fading to orange fading to purple.

There's not much up here of interest apart from the view, as Fett's personal room is sparse. A bacta tank, an actual bed, an armor stand. A few other things here or there, but the expanse of the room feels almost empty- unfilled. Looking towards the door it had closed behind you, and has yet to open since your entrance.

You wonder how much longer he's going to keep you waiting; Fett knows well that your patience does have a limit. Any longer, and you might consider going back down for him and making more trouble for yourself.

But just as you turn around you hear the sound of the door open, and Fett's familiar dark green armor strides through the doorway. He instantly notices you, watching the way you're leaning against the stool of the window.

"You took long enough." He's stepping closer, helmet looking down on you. He hasn't taken it off quite yet, the dark tint of the visor reflecting your own face back at you. The set of his shoulders is firm, and even through the helmet you can tell he's staring you down.

"I'd be careful with that mouth of yours," He says as his hand cups around your jaw, gently tilting your head upward as your lips gently part in a silent invitation.

"It's already gotten you in enough trouble today."

Trouble? For just a tease?

Fett steps even closer, and you can feel the hard metal of his armor against your chest.

"What were you thinking, princess?"

You weren't. That was a part of the problem. You couldn't stop yourself; It had been a split second urge that you couldn't hold in when you had him for a moment alone. He was about to return to the throne room- he had guests waiting and was about to slip his helmet back on. But in that split second, you'd kissed him and whispered something in his ear.

'Don't take too long, daddy.'

The word hung on your lips even after you'd spoken them and made your face burn, as you rarely ever say it- let alone when you're right of mind during the day. But you'd done it to tempt him, aggravate him; Make him think of you when you're not even there. When he's busy trying to be a stalwart Daimyo, but thinking about you uttering words to him that no one right of mind with stronger morals would say.

It had worked, it seems.

You feel one of his hands tug at your clothing, hard enough to feel it almost dig into your skin. Any more and he might've snapped the string seaming it all together.

"Take it off."

His firm, unwavering voice will never not send a shiver down your spine, as you grip the edge of your clothing the moment he lets go.

Bit by bit you slowly peel it all off, underneath the weight of his gaze. His helmet is still on, but it isn't long before he takes it off; After your clothes fall away and your back hits his bed. It almost feels like he's looming, watching you like a predator. He's stripped away enough of his armor that it no longer poses a nuisance, leaving mostly his black flightsuit.

It dips under his weight as he follows you, dark brown eyes watching the way the blankets wrinkle and bunch around your body.

His rough hands grip your thighs and in one fell swoop tug you close to him, before he lowers himself to your level. As he does, he can feel the way your thighs tense as well as your whole body, in anticipation for what he is about to do. You can now feel his breath fan over your still covered pussy, and even that almost ghostly sensation has it throbbing. He looks up at you before pulling that thin piece of fabric off, stretching them as he yanks them off your ankles.

"Was this what you were waiting for?"

His lips brush against the apex of your thighs, the roughness of stubble just ever so barely starting on his jaw scraping against your skin.

"I, I just missed you, I-"

Your hands grip the blankets as his tongue suddenly dives into your cunt, breath getting caught in your throat. Your thighs threaten to close, but he doesn't allow it. He gives you no mercy, brushing over your clit as his hands grip your thighs. He has them tight, enough so that if he isn't careful he might leave marks, holding you in place. Even though it's futile you still can't help the way your hips twitch upward with each sudden jolt of pleasure, but he follows and gives no rest none the less.

One of his hands leaves your thighs to gently press his fingers against your slick entrance, the other moving higher up your thigh to still hold you firm at the hip. As two of his fingers slowly press inside of you he can feel the way you clench around him, as he slowly thrusts them into you to the base.

They work in tandem with his mouth to have you almost seeing white, biting your lip hard as you try not moan so loud it echoes in the expanse of the room. The wet noises of him eating you out already do, the wetness of your own arousal slick against your outer lips and the insides of the very tops of your thighs.

But Fett knows you well, far more than anyone else and possibly even yourself, and he has you cumming on his face in what feels like only moments. His fingers are soaked from you, as well as his lips, which he only brushes off with the back of his hand as your heart pounds in your ear and you still feel the way your lower stomach turns and toils from your orgasm.

He gently but firmly taps the side of your hip.

"Turn over."

You can't help but listen, moving onto your stomach within moments of him asking. You can then feel the weight and heat of his cock hit against the back of your thigh, making your pussy clench. One of his hands grabs your hip, cocking them ever so slightly upward. The angle makes it easier as he presses the head of his cock against you, slowly and steadily pushing into your wet and already slightly abused heat.

Fett always loves the soft noises you make when he starts fucking you; Feeling your body stretch to take him. You always bite your lip, and moans come out as cute little mewls and gasps as you attempt to cut them off.

His hips hit your ass hard, quickly setting a pace that takes the breath from your lungs. He almost feels like too much; Like he's everywhere around you all at once. You have to put a hand forward against the headboard to keep from being pushed forward, the other trying to grip whatever you can to keep yourself grounded.

"B-boba," His name softly leaves your lips, feeling the heat of his breath on your skin. But moments after you grit your teeth as his cock hits deep inside of you, brushing against sensitive nerves that has your pussy tightening around him.

"You're so quiet, little one."

He's teasing you, poking at the way you're trying to muffle your voice in the fabric of the pillow. You can only groan in response, overwhelmed by the lewd sounds of skin on skin as he mercilessly fucks you.

"Make some more noise for me."

Not putting the taglist on this one because I would actually just die. whenever I write daddy kink I feel ashamed lmao like this was fun to write but if you mention it to me I might just evaporate

#/sigh my friend really was right it's so obvious i have severe daddy issues why must the cliche be right once more /sob #boba fett x reader #Boba Fett/Reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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quirkle2 · 3 months

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who wants zombie au writing. don't answer that ur getting it anyway (1.6k words)

His shoes knock against the old flooring of the house, wood creaking under rubber soles that slide over the woodgrain. He drags them a bit, lifts his limbs up no more than he strictly has to, and they lead him to the nearest sittable surface.

The couch is old and dusty and has likely gone untouched for months, much like everything else nowadays, so he watches the thin cloud of dust billow off the cushions largely with disinterest. He collapses into the fabric heavily, feels the whole thing scoot back an inch and hit the wall behind him. The sound echoes, carried by lifeless rooms, while he unceremoniously drops his backpack to the floor by his feet.

The breath he lets out is slow and methodical and born of pent up muscles, aimed at the ceiling where he rests his neck against the back of the couch and relaxes every limb one by one. It’s a process he forces himself through, if only to rid the constant ache beneath his skin.

Slow, sweeping footsteps meander around the room in front of him, and Ritsu angles his gaze down from his craned back position to look at his brother. He wanders, like he so often does—seemingly aimless, but there’s something procedural about it that he’s convinced he just hasn’t figured out yet.

Shigeo’s empty eyes crawl along the hearth of the fireplace, explosions of ash sprayed out across the red brick. His head tilts up to trace his attention around the angular lines of the television, hung on the wall and screen grey with dust. He flits back and forth between the roundness of the bricked mantle and the sharp edges of the screen, like he’s taking notes.

Shigeo paws the television. Four lines of muck are cleared. The zombie blinks, paws at it again with dusty, curious fingers. Ritsu watches him make a mess of the television screen in silence, blinking tiredly.

He almost closes his eyes, but he fights against the urge and moves his fingers down his lap to reach for his bag. His middle hooks around the loop at the top and he lugs it up and into his lap, where he unzips it and peers into the shadowy contents.

Ritsu fishes out the water bottles. He finds the one with the messy R scribbled along the cap in sharpie and takes a big swig of it. It’s warm going down, constantly insulated in a bag of old, sweaty clothes. He feels like he can taste the odor in it, but it clears the grain in his throat from stomping all over dirt roads today, so he’s still grateful.

He holds out the one labeled S to Shigeo. “Thirsty?”

Shigeo looks at him from where he’s crouched down to the floor now, inspecting the soot along the hearth. Unfortunately, he sees handprints in the black already, and when his brother reaches a hand out to take it, his palm is covered in soot.

He lets him have his fun and settles his own bottle back in the mess of tangled clothes and rolls of bandages. Ritsu rakes his fingers through their stock with no real purpose—he knows exactly what’s in here, and none of it is useful.

They’d been searching all day; Ritsu doesn’t really know how far they’d walked, but it had to be a lot of miles. In and out of stores, up and down empty houses, weaving between warehouses—they didn’t really stop for a break. Not when Ritsu can hear Shigeo’s stomach from here and he himself has shaking hands. They can’t afford a break.

Nothing, though. Not a single goddamn thing worth taking. A settlement must have come through here long ago and swept the highway. They’re in the countryside, where houses are spaced out acres from each other and there’s entire cow pastures between properties. And yet every house they’d seen and entered provided nothing.

Ritsu stares into the negative space in his bag where there should be supplies. His stomach cramps and if he smells another whiff of that godawful sweaty, bloody sweatshirt he still carries, he’s going to throw up bile.

He leans away from the open pouch, eyes wandering to his brother who draws… something into the soot of the hearth. His water bottle sits on the floor, abandoned and still unscrewed. Ritsu leans forward with great effort and a grunt, leaning over his bag to grab at the top of it.

It takes him two tries to get Shigeo’s attention, and one more for an answer on where the cap is. It’s then placed in his palm, covered in soot and also saliva. Ritsu swallows down the nausea that rolls up his throat and wipes it off with his frankly already disgusting sleeve, and screws it back on.

He leans back again, succumbing to the urge to let his eyes rest, and he listens to the very subtle swipe of his brother’s hands across brick. There’s birds outside, chirping, and even though it’s still very much a common occurrence, Ritsu cannot help but feel nostalgic about it.

If he ignores the awful hum of silence, and the distinct lack of an electric thrum throughout the walls, and the fact that this is a stranger’s couch and not his, he can almost imagine normalcy. He can almost say this feels like those quiet moments after school, when he settles on the couch and scrolls through his phone in a house that only holds him and his brother because their parents simply aren’t home yet.

He can almost hear the creak of wood from Shigeo walking around his room upstairs. He can almost tap his fingers on the couch cushions to the pattern of his brother making his way down the steps. He can almost hear the fridge opening, and the sound of milk being poured into glass.

Almost. But Ritsu listens to sharp silence instead, and he tries not to think too hard.

He drifts for a while, feels himself truly sink into the couch and let the cushions claim him, and he thinks about nothings because if he doesn’t, then he’ll lose it. He carefully sifts through the nothingness of his mind, through the passing thoughts that have no bearing, and he focuses on that, on the lack of substance. His head is too full of things that have too much substance.

He misses boredom. He tells himself he misses boredom—the complete insubstantiality of it—because if he lets himself think of what he really misses, it’ll drive him insane.

The cushions move, and Ritsu peels his eyes open and lets himself get pulled from liminal mindspace. The cotton in his head recedes, and he blinks, and then he’s swiveling his head to look at his brother who sits in the cushion right next to him.

His hands and the cuffs of his hoodie are smothered in black. Shigeo sits hunched, gaze still wandering even when there’s not much decoration in this house to look at. He studies the off-white walls, the chips in the paint, the holes drilled in where there maybe used to be photos hung.

Ritsu gazes at him quietly, chest instinctively rising and falling to match his brother’s rhythm. He watches the expansion there, under his hoodie, in the subtlety of the folds and the way they warp over the movement. It’s slightly quicker than what he’s used to, but Ritsu knows his brother’s heart rate is much slower. He’s felt it before. He’s listened to it before, with his ear against a chest.

Ritsu’s attention moves to his eyes, and the heavy bags underneath them, and the paleness of his pupils and the ghostlight of him underneath that. He stares into them, looks for stray, familiar thoughts that might enter his head. Looks for old memories that might shine through in the form of recognition when he sees furniture layouts, and candy wrappers, and ads for soda.

Ritsu looks for it all the time, that glint of familiarity. And he finds it, sometimes. And really, he thinks that’s keeping him going more than food ever will.

Shigeo turns his head, and looks at him. Sometimes, when his brother looks at him, there’s not much there. No substance, no anything. And Ritsu finds it a bit evil that he craves silence in his own head, and yet noise in Shigeo’s, and often times it is the other way around.

His brother looks at him now, though, with that comforting recognition. That growth of the pupils, that softening of the hard edges of his face where unknown stressors have gotten to him. Ritsu wonders what zombies get stressed out. He figures it’s the same deal with humans, considering they’re largely alike.

Ritsu wonders if Shigeo knows he’s sick. He wishes he could ask him. He wishes for a lot of things. Silence in his own head is one of them.

Ritsu swivels his head away and stares at the ceiling, if only to force the thoughts to pause. He studies the popcorn ridges above them, traces the peaks with his gaze. It calms him, gives him something to focus on. He looks for patterns in the shadows they make.

Shigeo shifts next to him. And then he shimmies down, settles into the cushions, and plops his head right down on Ritsu’s shoulder.

Static roars in his mind and his heart stammers. Ritsu swallows the lump in his throat but that just makes it bigger, so he clamps his mouth shut and breathes carefully through his nose.

The tears cut through the grime on his face. He plops his own head down against his brother’s, and lives in the noise.

#qkwrites #zombie au #hi <3 #why am i nervous to share this . jayshut up #just to be clear this isn't going to be a full fic #i don't ? believe in my ability to write a Good zombie apocalypse story #at least one in a novel-like layout yaknow #partly bc i know i'll struggle w the logistics and consistency #but also bc i haven't seen a whole lot of zombie media before #i've never watched the walking dead i've never seen any of the popular zombie movies or shows #i think i watched zombieland 2 once ... the one with woody harrelson and thatone guy #uhm. he looks a bit like michael cera but he's Not michael cera. im not crazy he Does resemble him #jesse eisenberg there it is #but that's.the extent of my experience with zombie things #so i!!! wouldn't know if im just making overdone cliche shit #i prolly already am.this concept is prolly old news. i wouldn't know i don't fucking watch zombie stuff VGEAIYVA #idk.my confidence for this isn't there so im not makin it a fic even tho i kinda want to #but i do still wanna write them. so any zombie au writing will be in little micro-scenes like this <3 #some of em might be bigger than others idk yet. we'll see #i Thought i could call this a drabble. but then i learned that drabbles are literally supposed to be exactly 100 words #this is . notthat GVIYEAGVA #ritsu kageyama #mp100 ritsu #mp100 shigeo #mp100 mob #shigeo kageyama #i feel bad putting this in the main tags but.i mean it Does pertain ....#not the mp100 tag tho . iwon't do that to u

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ghost-proofbaby · 5 months

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you know, I would say that this is 24hrs eddie but I think reader would make fun of him for even suggesting the idea

cackling because you're right.

he'd approach reader so timidly like "hey... i have an idea..." and then proceed to show her tik toks similar to it, and poor reader wouldn't even be capable of keeping a straight face. she'd giggle the entire time, and eddie would end up pouting like "it's not THAT funny"

"it's not, it's not! i'm sorry-"

"you know what? forget i asked."

"wait, no, baby- i'm sorry! i swear! we can do your tik tok thirst trap! come back!"

"i bet steve would do it with me."

"eddie."

(spoiler alert: she ends up doing it, and eddie only pouts more when it goes viral for people simping over reader and not him. but i mean... he can't blame them.)

#thank u ily <3 #24 hours #the image is so funny #once they've been dating for a while eddie absolutely ends up such a cliche softie #wanting to do all the cringe couple things #reader has to always put him in his place #alternatively steve does it with him but they can't take it seriously #and reader films it #they go viral for being goofy ass unserious bikers instead and the internet is devastated to find out steve ISN'T a real biker

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reinabeestudio · 6 months

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I wonder who this is. I think his name is Maroon or something

#pokemon #Red #trainer red #fan art #my art #I have no idea what tags to use for him 💥💥#After drawing so many versions of Red #thought I'd draw the canon one at least once AHAHAHDSBF #I'd say ''idk who says the compliment you decide'' BUT this is a self-insert blog #so obvs I want ppl to indulge and imagine it's a pov of sorts ☝ (so like. the person saying that it's you) ✨#his ass doesn't know how to handle compliments AHAHAHDSFHJ give him a moment #(but he appreciates it nonetheless)#Pikachu is secretly the best wingmate he knows his trainer well /j #the heart on the shirt was a placeholder til I drew the 96. but i liked the heart so it stayed #i know his ass wouldn't wear smth like that in public it's not cool enough /jjjjj #if I ever draw him again don't expect him to look the same. im still figurin him out JKSFNJSK this was so hastily done aough #big boy!! i forgot how to draw regular people after so much time drawing simpler stuff 💥#something something big silent guy actually easy to fluster cliche something someth--

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silent-lily · 20 days

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Was in a mood to draw Infinite because wife put on the awesome remix of his theme from Sonic Forces. But instead of going with canon I decided to scribble our AU RP Infinite. Here he is, in all his glitchy glory!

In our AU, he is alive, but became one with Cyberspace on Starfall Islands (lots of various things have happened before that). After being defeated once again, losing his physical form in the process, he reconsidered his views on things, once again put his past behind him (but not without making peace with all of his losses and mistakes) and took upon a role of a sorta-spirit guardian and Cyberspace keeper. Villain no more, but not a heroic figure either. Now - truly Infinite.

#bluh bluh bluh #alex draws #sth #infinite the jackal #first time drawing Infinite - success #I actually really like his design #kind of a bummer how he was treated in Forces - he had so much potential as a character and a villain imo #and yeah yeah we un-villained him in our AU cliche stuff #(but only after he tried to kill everyone once again haha)

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thissmycomingofage · 10 days

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Honestly guys the moment you forget about reality and switch into fanfic mod, I can fix him (no really I can) is just fun. She's poking fun at villain obsessed 13yrs old me and she's right to.

#the phrasing is so cliche that I fortunately can't even imagine someone using it unironically #olivia clearly used it for the lol #abd no matter if taylor did it sarcastically or not that's how I perceive it #and it's (for once) the good kind of cliche #taylor swift #artist: taylor swift #the tortured poets department #album: the tortured poets department #song: i can fix him (no really i can)#text #oli schist!

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chuuyadelune · 7 months

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i’ve many conflicting thoughts on the BSD S5 finale but i shall be reserving (my full) judgement until the manga fleshes things out/clarifies it. because. lmao. Uhhhh

anyways, thought id make a list of things id like to see going forward to keep myself a lil more optimistic about the following chapters. as well as some Other Thoughts surrounding the anime:

- fyodor’s death (because it felt… unsatisfying! imo! there was still so much that could’ve been done w him)

- off of the back of that, whatever the hell SKK had going on (i thought the twist was funny but also. i was left very miffed. to put it lightly)

- more between the dynamic/link between fyodor and fukuchi (!!!!! this is a BIG one)

- SIGMA ?!?!? sigma. yeah. what the hell was up with leaving her there (and her getting all the info on fyodor if not for something big!)

- more on fyodor and nikolai’s dynamic

- more on teruko (just. yeah. she has me very intrigued)

- generally i just think that fukuchi’s goals/motives deserved more time

my complaints aside, i honestly do think the manga will do things a little differently/more in-depth, since bones probably just wanted to end the season on a high? mostly because personally i have the impression that the anime team were probably working with some of asagiri’s vague ideas/outlines. because again not all of it feels strictly on them! but also… i feel that asagiri can definitely do better.

that said, i personally don’t exactly expect the best/most-complex-ever nuanced takes on the characters and story from the anime given its track history. so like, for me, this ending feels on-brand for the anime, weirdly enough? considering that they did… rush through the vampire arc and therefore remove some of the nuance of the story. so. again. i can’t complain too much. i shall reserve my nitpicking for the worst-case scenario that this is the same route the manga goes.

anyways… waiting til october to see what else happens 👍

#i did like a few things!! abt this episode!! it’s just.#i liked how they did the fukuchi-fukuzawa scenes!#BUT #i felt the complexity of this arc was horrendously watered down #and not only that but the characters felt a bit Flatter too #like… fyodor’s death was. i said this on twt. it felt villainously cliche and almost cheesy?#the conclusion felt all at once Too Clean but also Messy at the same time #but again i don’t know if that’s a bones thing or on asagiri #therefore my judgement shall be restrained #treating the manga and anime as separate things for my sanity #jem rambles #jem complains (?)#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd spoilers #bsd s5 #bsd s5 spoilers #this post is an absolute clusterfuck i’m so sorry #this is mostly for myself though so we move

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