#I feel like it helps to understand and get to know a character better just to have all their elements and vibes in one maximalist collage

[arminthada]

[HIGHLIGHT] 8 minutes of Pond Ponlawit defending Armin's reaction in EP 5

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How do I feel about Armin? He's like a roller coaster and maybe you can add a little haunted house to him because he's so unpredictable. Like you've seen in episode 5. So it was all going good. Great, great, great, great. And then boom, he just exploded. But it doesn't mean that he- It's not unreasonable like reaction from him. It is reasonable. I'm protecting him. So, yeah. I got to stand up for my man.

What did you learn from your character? I think like what I understand more is to be loved. Armin is so loved by Thada. Yeah, I think the feeling of being loved is amazing and I kind of understand how you guys feel and how I don't know to say this but it's just kind of like this emotional roller coaster that kind of make me so emotional, every time being loved.

Is it hard doing the emotional scenes? I think once I'm in it, I wouldn't say it's difficult. Well, let me rephrase that. It isn't hard for me to get emotional as myself, but it is a challenge to to be inside Armin's shoe and be emotional from his personal story because Armin is like this artistic 40+ years old who's back in his 20+ body with those hormones and those like instinctive feelings, emotions. So that's one of the reasons why he kind of burst out at Thada in episode 5. But it is his thinking, his thoughts as this mature- Is he mature? I'm not even sure. I think like he's been through a lot of relationships. He's been through a lot of failures, a lot of fightings. And it kind of shaped him to be this protective self because he's done everything on his own. That's what he thought. Well, Thada has always been helping. But yeah. So, back to the question. I think it is difficult.

I think he has his reasons to be like this. Right! I think so. I'm trying to justify him. Well, he's not this vulgar, this 'couldn't control himself' kind of guy. I mean, sometime he is. And well, he definitely is. But no. Well, I mean when when I played him like for this especially in this scene because a lot of people talked about it like why did Armin do that? Like when I played him in this scene, Armin actually feels bad for bursting out at him like that. Even when Thada was walking away from Armin. I feel so wrong. This kind of grief inside of Armin because what he said wasn't what he really wanted. It's just this instantaneous reaction from him [which is] this protective barrier, this wall that he built up for himself to protect himself from other people who can hurt him. But like after that outburst you've seen in episode 5, he realized that Thada is this long companion on his journey in his previous life and it all makes sense to him so there's this passion inside of him. So sometimes his reason has to catch up with his passion because his passion is so intense, so strong. I don't know how to describe his passion but sometimes his reason has to catch up with his passion. So that's what happened.

Do we go off script most of the time? I think the original script is just the a very broad um structure to the series because the director and us the actors we kind of improvised as as the series goes on. Yeah, we didn't we didn't actually change it beforehand but we acted it. We think there is some improvement to be made, some adjustment and the next take we just adjust it accordingly. So yeah. So mostly it's all I would say improvise but it was but we didn't do it in one take.

What do I think about episode 6? I think it's going to be the most- I shouldn't say much. I'm going to spoil for you guys. I don't think I should. So yeah, I think you guys should wait for it. It's better. I think the scenes in episode 6 is, well for me personally when we shoot it, I think it's our best- I wanna say best scene but- the most romantic episode ever. I hope so. I hope so. I'm not sure. I don't even know because I haven't watched 7, 8, 9, 10.

Reset is a masterpiece. Thank you. I'm so delighted and honored. Wait until you see episode 6 because I think it's like- I think it's the best- No, I'm not going to say it. I promise myself to not say but I kind of liked it the most of all the episodes.

Pond also answered a bunch of questions about 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us which I also compiled here. Out of all the characters he's played, Wang is the character that impacted his life spiritually and taught him a lot about the world and relationships in general.

I hope you don't get too stressed. Noooooo. I'm stressful because I love doing what I do right? Isn't that right? If I don't love what I do, if I don't pay attention to it, if I don't give it time and love, why would I be stressful? It's because we have to care about our work. That's why it's stressful. But it's fun because we love it. <- (peak nadao-ism right there y'all ಥ_ಥ)

[Full 250702 Pond Ponlawit from Reset The Series TikTok Live]

[kelsunnie]

What Isn't Said (Deltarune Kris X Reader)

HI GUYS... U CAN PROBABLY TELL THAT THIS IS INCOMPLETE.... AND IM VERY SORRY FOR THAT...... BUT..! I HOPE THIS IS SATISFACTORY ????????????????

Chapter 4: A Simple Diversion

You slowly walk ahead, not even noticing your three companions heading off first. You continue observing everything around you, disbelief at the sudden change in your surroundings settling in your chest like static in the air. Just a few hours ago, you were sitting in the library’s computer lab—teasing Berdly and using his words against him. Now, here you were: standing in the middle of a glowing, mechanical dreamscape that looked like someone dropped a city into a motherboard.

Suddenly, you hear your name being called out by Ralsei, breaking you in your trance, “There’s a guidebook here!”

A guidebook? You tilted your head. Why would there be a guidebook lying around in this cybercity-esque world?

You walked towards Ralsei’s direction, taking a peek at the guidebook he mentioned. You were appalled to see that it really does exist. You flipped through the pages, skimming the content. 

“‘SPARE’? ‘PACIFY’? What do these mean?” You muttered to yourself.

“Oh! Let me explain!” Ralsei excitedly chimes in, eyes lighting up behind his glasses as he adjusted them with both paws, “In the Dark World, battles aren’t always about hurting others. We can end fights peacefully—by SPARE-ing enemies when they’re no longer hostile, or by using magic like PACIFY to help them calm down or sleep!” 

So, like a video game? You blinked at the pages, still trying to wrap your head around it. “So… you’re telling me I don’t have to fight?”

Ralsei nodded, “Exactly! With your previous battle with the Werewires, you’ve already learned how to ACT, which is a way to interact with enemies—talk to them, help them, or even dance with them, if it helps!” 

You tilted your head, still absorbing the information. “So it’s really like a video game…” You glanced down at your grappling hook, then back at Ralsei. “But how do I know what to do? What if I mess it up?”

“That’s okay!” Ralsei encouraged. “Everyone finds their own way here. ACTing is about understanding. Sometimes it takes a little trial and error. But you’ve got us with you.” He beamed, looking at you with soft reassurance. “You won’t have to do it alone.”

You glanced at Kris, who stood silently a few steps ahead, unreadable as always. Then your eyes flicked back to the guidebook, fingers trailing over the word SPARE, bold and underlined like it was daring you to believe in it.

“... Weird. But kinda nice,” you muttered, sliding the guidebook back into place. “Guess I better start thinking like an RPG character now.”

“Hey, nerds! There’s treasure here,” Susie shouted, her voice echoing slightly.

You, Kris, and Ralsei head to where Susie is, finding her already prying open a chest. With a loud clink, the lid pops open, releasing a faint neon shimmer into the air. Inside was a glowing wristband—thin and pulsing with a soft, green light.

“Don’t need it,” Susie tosses it to you without warning, then showing off her spiked bracelet, “mine’s already way cooler.”

You catch it with your free hand, the material feeling cold to the touch, yet the glow softening slightly in your grasp.

“Guess I’ll try it on,” you murmured, sliding the band over your wrist. The moment it clicked into place, a soft glow pulsed against your skin. You chuckled, flexing your fingers slightly, amused, “Now all we need is a concert.”

“Dibs on the drums,” Susie grinned, motioning her hands like she was hitting  like she was ready to demolish a whole set.

“The violin’s mine,” you quickly chimed in, raising your hand with a grin as if claiming your spot in a band that didn’t even exist yet.

“And Kris gets the keyboard, of course,” you mused, casually slinging an arm over Kris’ shoulder, their mouth twitching into a smug smile once you said this.

“What about Ralsei?”

Ralsei perked up with a sheepish smile, clutching his scarf, “Um… I can sing…?”

“Hell yeah! Now we’re a band!” Susie fist bumped the air, “I call us, Susie and The Nerds.”

“How come YOU get to pick the name? I have the bracelet,” you flashed Susie the newfound glowing bracelet, “therefore, I get naming privileges.”

“But I found that, therefore, I decide that we’re Susie and The Nerds,” Susie howls, “and besides, you’re sounding more like a nerd now!”

“It’s lame! I say we become… uh… Neon Meltdown!” you countered, stifling a laugh, “it’s edgy, it’s cool, and it actually fits the vibe!”

Susie barked out a laugh, “Pfft—Neon Meltdown! What are we, a soda flavour?!”

“You’re just mad because it sounds way cooler than Susie and The Nerds,” you retorted with a smug grin. 

“Well… both sound great in their own way…!” Ralsei offered gently, though he was clearly trying to avoid picking sides.

Kris shrugged, unbothered as always, but the small smile on their mouth said otherwise.

“Okay, okay,” you sighed, “we’ll table the band name after we save Noelle. But I’m putting it in the running.”

Susie rolled her eyes. “Fine. But if we perform and your dumb name flops, I’m blaming you.”

“Deal. But when we sell out concerts, I want royalties.”

“Oh, man, we’re gonna sound so cool! I bet we’d—”

You laughed softly under your breath, the warmth of the moment lingering in your chest. The four of you stood there, enjoying each other’s presence with casual banter. You never expected you’d have so much fun in this weird world you’re in—with Susie, nonetheless. Not that you hated her, but you never really got along with her at school. Or you just never bothered to talk to her, afraid of her image. Seeing this new side of her made you look at her in a new light—that she’s just like all of you. You took a mental note of your previous judgment and current viewpoint of her, promising to yourself to treat her better in this world and the normal world. 

But before you could bask in it any longer, something shifted. Kris abruptly turned on their heel. Their movement was stiff. Sharp. Like they’d suddenly remembered a deadline they were late for. Their playful smile vanished, replaced by that blank look again. They walked off without a word, ignoring the small lyric suggestion Ralsei was about to say and the sentence Susie hadn’t finished.

“... Kris?” you called out, your feet moving instinctively to follow. No response. They didn’t even look back. 

Ralsei had an indescribable look on his face, while Susie blinked, confused by the sudden change, “Dude, what’s the rush?”

Kris still didn’t answer. They just kept walking. And as the others followed them, you stayed still, the heaviness settling in your chest. You watched their back move further and further ahead. Something was… wrong. That familiar warmth from earlier—the subtle, grounded presence you’d felt holding their hand—was just gone. Now, Kris moved with urgency, like they were being pulled by something invisible. Something wasn’t right. You didn’t know how, but you felt it deep in your bones.

You stared at the spot they stood in just a few moments earlier, wondering what happened. Tracing every step and analyzing every word everyone said. Was it something you said? Did they feel uncomfortable when you touched them? 

… That’s impossible, you argued with yourself. If Kris really was uncomfortable, they would’ve told me. Asriel taught us to be vocal about our feelings. Kris would never forget that.

With hesitating steps, you followed suit, not caring that they were already way ahead of you. 

… Or maybe it was that deep for them, you paused in your tracks, a hollow ache settling in your chest, guilt creeping in. I should apologise.

But instead of meeting with the group and confronting Kris for their sudden change of attitude, a Werewire hits you from behind, making you topple over and fall flat on your face.

“Ow—” you hissed at the pain, slowly getting up from your fallen position, soothing the pain throbbing in your head by rubbing the spot with your palms.

“Shit,” Susie cursed, beckoning you to run to them, “get over here, you’re gonna get yourself killed!”

You quickly stand, dusting yourself off before you made your way to them, “Not my fault you guys went ahead!”

“You’re just slow,” Susie stuck her tongue out in an attempt to tease you, “slowpoke.”

“Wha—” you furrowed your brows in frustration, then took a deep breath, “let’s just do our thing, I’ll get back at you later.”

“Kris, what’s the plan?” 

“Attack,” Kris commanded, the speaker-like voice coming back. 

Kris’ piercing gaze met yours, sending shivers down your spine. Was this really the Kris you knew? Their confusing mannerisms sent your mind into a spiral—it was only a moment ago that Kris instructed the group to act, but for some reason, they wanted all of you to attack the Werewires. You shook your head, filling your mind with excuses for Kris’ 

Kris points at the Werewires with their sword, voice cold as ice, “Do it.”

You glanced at the grappling hook on your dominant hand, gripping it tight the moment Kris’ voice echoed in your head. Your heart pounded in your ears.

“What happened to trying to help them? To SPARE them?” You asked, voice quiet and uncertain. 

No answer. Kris just kept their blade raised, red eyes gleaming. Their stance was unreadable—steady, unwavering, detached. You swallowed hard, the weight in your chest sinking. Were they angry? Was this still the friend you trusted? 

“Maybe… maybe we can still find another way,” Ralsei murmured, unsure and glancing at you and Susie for guidance. You wanted to agree. Desperately. But the tension in the air had grown too thick to breathe. Kris was still staring—no, waiting.

“... I don’t want to hurt them,” you spoke, mostly to yourself, but loud enough for Kris to hear, “we can do that ACT thing, could be fun…?”

For a second, you thought you saw something shift in Kris’ eyes, just a flicker of something softer beneath the cold exterior. But it was gone just as fast. Your breath hitched, hands still refusing to use the grappling hook for violence. Even if the Werewires had hurt you, it was accidental, and knowing how they became like that and seeing their trembling figures—shackled by the power cord that stuck to them and hurting them—made your stomach twist with guilt. Your gut screamed at you, telling you that there were no evil intentions behind them. They were scared. Lost. Confused.

“Fine,” Susie muttered, stepping in front, ”I’ll attack first. Maybe we’ll knock some sense into them.”

“... Alright,” Ralsei hesitantly readied his attack, posture unsure, like his heart wasn’t in it. 

You stood frozen as they rushed forward, attacking the Werewires. Your legs wouldn’t move. You watched as Susie charged with her axe swinging wide, and Ralsei cast a hesitant, half-hearted spell, his eyes closed as if to shield himself from seeing the attack he was going to cast upon the Werewires. The Werewires staggered from the blows, sparks flying from their metal frames—but it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like victory. As quick as they could, the Werewires let out an electronic screech and scrambled back. Their movements erratic, limbs twitching as they dragged their bodies away, retreating. 

“... They ran,” you whispered, your voice tight, unsure if it was relief or guilt clawing at your throat. 

No one responded immediately. Kris simply turned away, heading off first. Susie exhaled, rolling her shoulders as she followed Kris. Ralsei lowered his hands, his mouth pressed into a grim line. You stared at their retreating figures, back feeling heavy from the guilt, unable to move away from your spot. You swallowed hard, still gripping the unused grappling hook in your hand. You hadn’t done anything. You weren’t even sure if that was the right choice.

Let’s just go, you tried to dismiss the guilt crawling on your back, I’m gonna get left behind again.

You forced your legs to move, the cold hum of the air lingering on your skin. Hesitantly, you followed behind Ralsei, eyes keeping check on Kris. In your mind, maybe Kris just wanted to try and see what attacking will do, which, you admittedly were curious to see, but deep inside, you knew the results already. You took note of Kris’ steps being rushed compared to the three of you. What were they rushing for? Maybe they just want to go home quickly? If that were the case, you would sympathise with them, but with how cold they were acting just moments ago, in the back of your mind, you dreaded for the worst.

Susie calls out your name, halting your train of thought, “C’mon, dude. We gotta get up these teacup things.” 

“Teacup? What—”

In front of you was a large, metal, oval platform, a large slotted screw in the middle with three teacups bolted down like a carousel. The teacups were painted white, and were big enough to fit someone of Susie’s size. 

“... There’s only three cups,” you pointed out.

“You could share with me!” Ralsei, the ever-so-sweet white goat, offered. While you appreciated his offer, sharing a seat with someone who looked eerily like your absent friend-slash-older-brother-figure… it felt too close. Too raw. The resemblance was comforting, but also unsettling, like a memory that refused to fade. 

“Well.. uh—”

“Hurry up, dumbass, we don’t have all day,” Susie grumbled, already sprawled  out in her own teacup like it was a throne. 

Your eyes drifted at the last cup. Kris was standing inside, silent, their crimson eyes locked on the middle screw, like they weren’t really present. The teacup gently rocked as it turned, and the empty space beside them felt like a quiet invitation. 

Your heart squeezed a little. You hadn’t missed the way they’d been acting—sharp, cold, distant. How could you not? The change was too drastic—too distinct. Like something was wrong. 

But… it had to still be Kris, you tried to convince yourself. Somewhere underneath the strange tone of voice and the eerie calm, they were still your childhood friend. They had to be. Maybe if you had a moment with them—maybe if you talked—it would spark something. A memory or a feeling. Something that reminded them they weren’t alone. That you still saw them, even now under this uncomfortable feeling of… whatever this thing was going on in Kris. And maybe, selfishly, you just wanted to be close. To prove yourself they were still in there. 

“… Got room for one more?” You approached Kris’ teacup, eyes meeting their crimson ones.

“Go—“ Kris’ voice caught mid-word as they coughed lightly, eyes averting yours, “for it.” 

You blinked, raising an eyebrow, “Oookay. Thanks,” you replied, sliding in beside them.

The moment everyone got comfortable, the platform gave a sudden jolt, making the entire structure tremble beneath you. You felt yourself getting lifted, like an elevator. 

“… So. What’s up with you?” You whispered, glancing at your blue-skinned best friend, “Something I should know about?” 

“… Can’t,” you’d have missed their reply if you weren’t constantly looking at Kris’ face. “… listening.

Listening? Susie and Ralsei are listening? You furrowed your brows, looking over to the two. Susie sat slouched, lazily sharpening her teeth with one of her claws, her gaze not particularly focused—though you knew better than to think she wasn’t paying attention. Ralsei looked the other way entirely, his hands resting on the rims of his teacup. Kris’ reply to your question said a lot, even though he only spoke two. Probably something important enough for them not to know.

“Okay, just,” you pursued your lips, “I’m here, okay? You don’t have to carry things alone.” 

Kris didn’t respond—not with words. But their hands slowly reaching over, fingers brushing yours before gently lacing them together explained more than anything they could’ve said. 

You tried to breathe through the unease bubbling in your chest. This place was weird, yes, but there was something else now—something unspoken. That shift you noticed in Kris… it was still there. But so was this warmth. The way their thumb brushed your knuckles absentmindedly as the teacup ascended—that was still them, wasn’t it?

Albeit your extreme confusion with the situation, you savoured this moment, indulging in the comforts and warmth of Kris’ hand. And maybe, this time, you’d hope that this small moment of normalcy was enough for you to accept and understand what Kris is going through. 

You could only hope.

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

If you were to write the TFO sequences, how would you write them?

hmmm i have many thoughts on TFO

i think the movie is amazing the way it is. i just wish there were a few more scenes about some things & if they toned down B-127's character a bit.

but i'll list them down below for it to be easier.

this list may be a bit long... brace yourselves. again, i'm pointing out crtisism and putting my own opinions on the table. i love this movie the way it is but it can be better. i understand that this isn't easy to achieve because of budgetary constraints & other issues when it comes to filmmaking because its a long and complex process so i'm purely sticking to the writing.

1. the life of the miners & the transforming bots. in Iacon, you can see some offices and a live broadcasting news network (from the looks of it). if they showed the duality and contrast of how vastly different the world is for transforming bots, i think it would've showed greater emphasis on just how unfair the system is. showing the struggles of one class is good but showing how the other class lives in luxury because of how the other class toils? it would make sense as to why Megatron was shooting down everything because the system was corrupt from the very core, he wanted to remake Iacon in his image. he wanted every single conspirator with Sentinel, every single transforming bot who lived lavishly off the backs of miners to suffer. speaking of Megatron, i do feel like his decent into tyranny was a little too quick.

2. more focus on B-127. they focused on Orion & D-16 wonderfully. after all, the deterioration of their relationship & eventual fallout is pivotal to the plot but i think they could've worked more on my girl Elita & B. B-127 in particular because they used him as comic relief. while i'm somewhat fine with that, a bad comic relife can doom a story because they can come off as annoying— B-127's behaviour in the movie makes sense, technically he's unintentionally the comic relief because half the time, he isn't really trying to be funny. its just the way he is and how much the isolation back on sub-level 50 affected him. for me, personally, B-127 was threading on a fine line between funny and annoying. if they explored his character more than just laughs-and-gags then i think then the audience would've sympathized with him more, they wouldn't find him mildly irritating.

3. similarly, more emphasis on Elita One's character. considering she's a character most of the new audience may not be used to since she's considered underrated and its mostly hardcore fans who know anything about her, a bit more time to really show us Elita's character would've been great! the parallels between her and D-16 are something i live for. speaking of which, i think they should've shown how she is like with other characters because most of her interactions are solely with the reckless Orion Pax so we don't get to see any other side of her than the pissed-off-manager. other than that, i love what they did with her.

4. explaining how T-Cogs work in the verse. clearly, in TFO, T-Cog don't exactly work the same way as they do typically in most TF media— apparent by how D-16 seemingly learnt how to beat up the leader of High Guard out of nowhere. T-Cogs seem to have special abilities in TFO, some sort of explanation on that would be pretty helpful because bots can just switch T-Cogs? the way D-16 threw out the Cog Alpha Trion gave him and replaced it with Megatronus'. using another bot's T-Cog seems to make a bot's frame take up the alt mode of the bot who the T-Cog belonged to. same thing with The Matrix of Leadership and its mysterious capabilities because clearly, the matrix is more than meets the eye (kill me).

5. i think if they showed some of the miners leaving with Megatron, it would've been great because not everyone is going to agree with Optimus on how violent revolution isn't the way to rebuild a society. there has to be some other miners that are filled with rage because again, they too were a part of Sentinel's exploitative system. i would've crashed out too if i found out i was slaving around, nearly dying multiple times all my life for a system that was rigged from the start. conversely, some of the High Guard staying back with the Autobots because how tf is Optimus, Elita & everyone else going to learn any military related without any knowledge or experience in the military?

and thats pretty much it. like i said, budgetary constraints and limitations need to be understood so i can totally get why we got TFO the way it is and i'm fine w that.

LET ME KNOW YOUR OWN TAKES IN THE COMMENTS ‼️‼️‼️

[foryoufics]

Warnings: hints to abusive relationships, fluffiness, corniness

Author's Note: This is feeling like it may have to be a series...

Great job, Jade,” you hug Jade, your favorite student. You shouldn't have a favorite student(s), so ofcourse you would never say that to anyone aloud, but, Jade has only been here a few weeks and she was your favorite. Maybe it's because you saw yourself in her, and when you were her age you had the best teacher in the world, you loved her and never forgot her. You wanted to be that to someone. She would carry you around because you were the runt in the bunch of her k4, her k5, and her 1st grade class and being so small you got teased, she protected you, and she took time to teach you how you needed and she encouraged your creativity which being a very creative child who often struggled was incredibly important. You did your best, but, it seemed as though someone was always screaming at you to color inside the lines, and she was so patient; both literally and metaphorically. Jade is little for her age, she is five, but she was brilliant. You also loved that being somewhat on the small side to where most kids were as tall as you or bigger, you could still carry her. She and her dad had just moved to your town from South Korea and she already spoke English fluently and was learning quickly as well, she was also artistically talented as well. You enjoyed having her in your class so much and also enjoyed having her dad as a coworker. Okay, sure, he was sweet and handsome, but, he was also qualified as both a teacher and single dad, maybe, just maybe, you had a little crush. Even if you know it's not a good time for you to be doing so being his coworker and his daughter’s teacher, but, you don't understand how anyone could not. Ofcourse there's the small details of working together and being his daughter’s teacher, semantics. For now, those butterflies you've had from the moment they arrived when he walked through the doors of Rainbow Hills, introduced himself, and you helped him decorate his class, would have to continue fluttering inside your belly and chest….every damn time he smiles. You couldn't help the wishful thinking of how maybe someday, when Jade was no longer your student, maybe there could be something.

“Thankyou Noona,” she smiles up at you.

“You're welcome baby, what is Noona?” 

“Noona is like a lady-” 

“Noona means a older woman who's a mentor, sorry to interrupt,” Jungkook comes into your class from his across the hallway and helps his daughter explain before sitting on one of the student desktops

“Aww, thankya baby, I'm so honored,” you return her smile, “I've been really enjoying our after school lessons; I've been learning so much” 

“Yeah, I've been teaching Noona Korean while I learn English,” she tells her dad, “but, Noona is a little slow,” she whispers 

“Hey~, I heard that! It's hard for me, I'm trying, the characters look like doodles to me….,” you pretend to pout and all share a laugh. You had been having mini study sessions with her after school to help teach her English while her dad caught up on any work he needed to be done since you were both there after anyway.

“I'm sure Noona is doing her best,” he chuckles, “so what have we both got so far?” 

You and Jade both take expos and each write a sentence out on both sides of the board. 

“Alright, Jade says,” he blushes a bit and laughs at his daughter's sentence, ‘Noona has big Eomma energy'

“So, see you're picking up on slang?” He laughs 

“Eomma? Isn't that mother? That's so sweet~,” you hug her, “Thankyou, I am honored you think so” 

“Okay girls, focus,” Jungkook smiles, “YN says,” he blinks and tilts his head, “Oh honey, that penmanship,” he brings a hand to his mouth in feign disappointment and you throw the marker at him, which he dodges and catches laughing. “That's friends,” Jade points, trying with her dad to understand what you wrote. 

“I'll work on getting better,” you grab the eraser 

“No, no. The first two words are You two,” he says. 

“It just says ‘You two, are my best friends’,” you translate, “I'm sorry, I'm trying” 

“We know, thankyou,” she comes over and hugs you and he smiles from his place on the desk.

“Thanks YN, it's good to know we have one,” he hops down, “Okay Jade, grab your things, I have to drop you off at your Eomma’s for the weekend” 

“Okay…..,” the joy she had moments before immediately fade as she grabs her bag, “I don't want to go, can I stay with you?” 

“I wish baby, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you on Monday….bye YN,” they wave as they leave.

“Bye, have a good weekend,” you wave and then wipe the board. You should probably wonder why the child didn't want to go to her mother's, but, unfortunately you completely understood how that was possible. You tidy up quickly and then go home. You had plans tonight, actually, really big plans.A few hours later, you couldn't believe it, you were there, the aroma of the fresh rolls was forcing their way into your nostrils and lulling you in. You take a deep breath in, “Mm~” 

“Ma’am? How many?” You snap out of the trance as the waitress asks, “Oh, sorry, just one please. Sorry, can't believe I got here while it's fresh” 

“Yeah, good timing, we are really busy tonight. I hope you don't mind a bar seat or sharing a booth with someone?” 

“Oh, I don't mind at all,” you say happily, company would just be a bonus. 

“Alright, a gentleman came in alone earlier,” she walks you over to a booth where you seen none other than Jungkook sitting, he already had his steak and food. “Sir, would you m-” 

“YN, hey,” he smiles, “yeah, she can sit with me,” he says happily and you scooch in across from him. “They're really busy tonight,” he chuckles.

“May I get you guys anything started to drink or some refills?” 

“Yes, please, a refill on the Coke would be great please,” he nods. “I'll have a coke as well” 

“Sure thing, could I interest you all in any of our special drinks?” She passes you the alcoholic drink menu. “We’ll look over it, thanks,” you chuckle. “Sure thing, alright, well I'm Jamie, I'm going to be y'all's server tonight. I'll be right back with those drinks and I'll have some of the fresh buns over for you,” she smiles and giggles as your stomach growls and leaves the table.

“Hi,” you and Jungkook greet each other again in unison before laughing, “mind if I-?” He points to the drink menu. “Oh no go ahead, I'm not a huge fan of the drinks here,” as he's reading it over you examine how different he looks outside of work. His hair is let down, sometimes he did that at work too, but, he's dressed a bit more casually. He's got on some similar jeans that he wears to work but he must've showered after dropping Jade off because he smells so good and he has on a denim button down shirt the same color as the jeans. “This one looks good,” he speaks, breaking your train of thought and showing you a margarita, “it’s pretty big, we could share,” he suggests. “Does it come frozen?” “I think close to it but not frozen” 

You can't hide the obvious disappointment on your face, “maybe I should have gone to Chilis”

“Oh come on it can't be that bad, if you went to Chilis, you wouldn't have been here with me or have these,” he smiles taking the rolls and drinks from Jamie. “You know you want ‘em~, look the butter~,” he moves the bowl under your nose and you take it, “Fine. Yes, you're right, sure, we can share that one” 

He chuckles and orders the drink, “I think she will need a minute, she hasn't touched the menu yet,” he tells her.

“I don't need it,” you laugh, “I’ll have a hotdog please, mustard, onions, mayo-” 

“Oh come on, you've been scarfing quick meals like that all week, you're finally away from the kids, have a big girl meal” 

You laugh, “okay, I'll have the salmon, a loaded mashed potatoes and a sweet potato for my sides, yes on the butter and brown sugar please” 

“Got it,” Jamie laughs, “date night? Love those with my husband, we have two little ones,” You both burst out laughing. “What?” She asks confused. “We’re teachers, at Rainbow Hills,” you explain. “Oooh~,” she laughs, “my oldest goes there! His teacher is Miss uhm-shoot, sorry I'm usually so busy his dad does all of the going up there and stuff-uhm, Miss YLN!” 

“Nice to meet you. Your son? Toby right? He looks like you, is absolutely lovely. He does really well-” 

“It's so great to meet you, I actually wanted to thankyou. I mean it, his first two years he really struggled with his behavior but you've really helped” 

“It's no problem, I love them” 

“Okay, I'll go get that food in for y'all as fast as possible,” she goes off, your booth is right by the bar so the bartender brings the margarita right over. You take first sip he is sits, as you're sipping you glance up to see him starting at you, “what?” You laugh. “Nothing~,” he smiles and shakes his head, “just that,” he gestures the interaction that just happened. “About that, should I tell her that he's actually still hitting Marlene and if he doesn't stop I can see Jade is about to kick his ass? I'm sick of telling him to knock it off and the principals aren't helping, they're basically rewarding him, I'm thinking of just letting her and acting like I didn't see anything” 

“Let it happen, hard head makes a soft ass” 

“Oh? I see Jade’s daddy is learning some slang himself,” you both smirk 

“Aren't you worried about Jade though?” 

He laughs and shows you a picture on his phone from her boxing, “Nope,” he leans in for a sip, “You look….really pretty,” he says, eyeing you as he sips 

“T-Thankyou,” you blush and are now sure your skin matches your burgundy dress and lips

“The lipstick looks really nice with your eyes, uh-,” he clears his throat, “Jade got a makeup set for her birthday and she's been uh teaching me a few things,” he explains

“Thankyou, and aww, you've been wearing makeup~. Don't forget to wash it off before work though, my dad did that once, at least now you can get away with sparkly nail polish,” you smile at the memory and twirl the straw, “you don't look bad yourself, I mean, have to be honest, you look like a 90s country song threw up and you belong here-and I love it,” you admit laughing.

“So it looks like you were planning to go out tonight” 

“Oh yeah, I've been dreaming about this all week” 

“Y/N” 

“Yeah?” 

“This is Texas Roadhouse,” you both burst out laughing as Jamie brings the food back and you start digging in

“So uh….Jade….didn't sound thrilled about going to her mom's…..how did it go?” 

“......Well enough……we always miss each other like crazy and I'll just say there are reasons that her mother and I aren't together anymore….” 

“I get it, I completely understand, mine was…. something….too” 

“Sorry about that…..” 

“Me too……but, she's okay?” 

He nods, “yeah” 

“Good …..” 

A while goes by in relative silence, at least between you two, as you eat, completely unaware of the intensity of which you're being watched because you got lucky the music was good tonight, not the new modern stuff, you were distracted by the food and the music. 

“So…..you don't have anything else planned?” He asks 

“Just this and then a nice relaxing hot bath and seeing where the night goes” 

“I don't have any plans either…..was just hungry” 

You nod

“So uh….,” he pipes up again, “you look beautiful and it would be a shame if this was all you did….maybe we could…..there's really nothing to do in this town, is there?” He chuckles 

“Not really, sorry; I'm sure Korean was bustling” 

“Very interesting,” he nods, “there has to be something we could do, are you sleepy?” 

“I could stay up,” you shrug, “we could walk around downtown” 

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds good,” he nods 

“Hey YN” 

“Yeah?” 

“Jade is your favorite, isn't she? I won't tell” 

“Yes,” you nod

“I'm really glad you two get along–full?” You nod and Jamie brings you a to go tray, Jungkook insists on paying and you leave and go for that walk, thinking to you, it was much more romantic than it should have been

“I'm sorry to bring it up, it probably isn't my business, but, you and Jade are very important to me,” you think that they're honestly all you have, “what happened? With her mother?” 

“........it was really horrible, we were together for two years, but, life was Hell. She cheated on me….so I ended it and to be honest, I actually don't want Jade around her on the weekends either. I came to the states because I thought Jade needed to experience both parts, both of her cultures….I'm in the process of trying to get sole custody now to keep her safe. Thankfully, her mother is staying with my best friend, and as long as he's there I know Jade will be safe….he's a great step dad” 

“So she cheated on YOU, with your best friend? The nerve……it's good that you and him are okay” 

“Oh yeah, we’ve always been close. It's a whole complicated situation….”

“I can imagine…..I'm sorry….” 

He shrugs, “is what it is,” he takes your hand 

“She never hurt Jade, did she?” 

“She won't as long as he and I are around” 

“And me” 

“And you?” He chuckles, “And you” 

[luxthecreator]

—𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 02: 𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖚𝖌𝖆𝖗

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟸.𝟷𝚔 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: polycule lads, reader-insert, LADS men x reader, SFW, romance, fluff, comfort, self-aware LADS men.

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝙾3

Once Sylus got everything under control almost admonishing Kieran and Luke for almost traumatizing the poor worker and getting our orders in the process. Everyone thanked him and he, as he always does, dismisses it. As if money and paying for stuff wasn’t a problem or a hassle at all. And you know in his world it wouldn’t be, but you can’t understand how he seems to hold the same power and grip in your world too. You tucked that thought into your on-growing list of things you wanted to ask them. Or if they danced on answering you, you could always try and find Luke and Kieran. Wherever those two had disappeared to.

“So where should we start?” you ask a little nervous but also bussing with excitement. Like have you seen this? Part of your most loved characters are here in the flesh before you. Of course you have trillions of questions, but you are happy, and I won’t be looking at the gifted horse teeth. You were thankful for this awesome gift and would treasure it forever and ever.

“Pipsqueak, it’s a lot; maybe we can just be happy that we are together now” Zayne gave Caleb a warning look.

“Caleb, we promised we would tell her. Not leave her in the dark of the situation. I know we want to protect her, but leaving this kind of information from the start could deter the relationship we want to build on the long run” Zayne said commandingly. The kind of command you heard of him when being Dawnbreaker Zayne or Doctor Zayne. Not gonna lie, you were fangirling about that. The aura he was giving was amazing.

“Having fun, kitten?” Sylus murmurs into your ear when he passed behind you to take out the empty cup of his to the trash. You warn him with a look. Your nose scrunching making him think how adorable you looked, like a kitten that was turning redder by the second with the fact of having been caught red-handed. Oh, he was totally going to have fun with that knowledge.

“It’s okay, cutie. I too love that side of him,” Rafayel said “I like dominating it more, though”.

“Rafayel!” you whisper a scream to him almost red as a tomato. You started regretting your thankfulness, you wouldn’t survive with these 5 dudes.

I need my mom –you thought.

“Caleb, please” You beg looking at him after a few seconds of silence where the ambience felt heavy enough to cut with a knife. “I need to know. I must know what is happening so that I can help too or see what we can do and plan with you all. Living in the dark could put me more at risk than knowing. We will be okay, safe and sound, but we need to work as a team for that to happen”.

“She is right” Xavier said looking at his cup moving ever so slightly the straw still a little sleepy but looking intently towards the half-full cup.

Caleb sighs and moves his sight from Xavier back to you. That frown softening. You knew he still didn’t like the situation, and you understood. You would want for the ones you love to keep living without worrying about anything, blissfully unaware, but you also understood that joining forces is better than acting alone and Caleb needed to understand that too. He wasn’t alone, not now, not ever again, if it was in your capacity and of the other guys too.

“Fine. I’m still not happy about it. You must promise me if we say stay back you will do so. We can’t lose you now. This is bigger than us. Do you understand?” You nod, still feeling how he wasn’t hundred percent okay with the decision.

“I do, coronel. I’ll follow the rules if you do too.” You smile trying to lighten his mood. And it works, he lets a little laugh break through his coronel’s persona.

“So, it’s decided we are telling everything, but this must stay between everyone on this table unless we say otherwise, understood?” Rafayel said looking pointily at your friends and then at you but winking for you at the end. Again, the aura these guys carried would be the end of you.

Infold look at what you have done.

A chorus of yes were said but before any of the guys could say anything more Caleb stood up with a poker face you knew well from the cards. He took his already finished tea and hovered over the trash can, unmoving.

You look over to the guys. Some of them let out a sigh. Xavier made a motion to stand up, but you stop him taking his hand back into yours.

“Let me, please. I think I can do this” Sylus and Xavier nod leaving more space for me to get out of the table Rafayel still looking troubled about my statement.

“Caleb?” you ask once you reach him seeing how he is playing with what once was a good to use straw.

“Not now, pipsqueak. Go Back and listen to them.” He says almost like a murmur.

“They can tell me the story later, but right now I need to talk to you”. You try and put yourself between the trash can and him “. Hey, look. I know this isn’t ideal, but you need to understand my point of view like I do yours. I’m also scared to shits. What if something happens to you all because of being here. Be it Astra, or EVER, or even people from my world. I don’t want to lose you the same way I know you don’t want to lose me.” He looks at you now, face unmoving, almost like he is mad at you and ready to kill, but his eyes tell a different story. As if there were two Calebs fighting for power.

“Love, my heart. You know me. Even if it sounds weird for me to be saying this. In the small amount of time that you have been with me, you have demonstrated that you somehow know how I am. So… you know why you need to tell me. I need to know so I can be more cautious. That way I can be in the lookout for patterns, suspicious activity, maybe the way they talk, walk or present themselves”.

“You think too much” he stops my rambling still angry looking, but you can detect how he is also trying not to laugh at your own paranoia even though he was trying not to show how your paranoia was well founded. He needed to protect you, for you to look at him as your protector. He didn’t allow himself to show weakness.

“If you knew I was like this then why did you chose me” you joke as you always do with your friends, he lets a small laugh still torturing the poor straw with his hands.

You stop him gently by taking the straw and throwing it into the trashcan while keeping both of his hands in your own. Making small movements trying to direct his thoughts back to you and the moment at hand.

“I can’t be on the dark, Caleb. I’m not MC even if my dad says I could punch a very good combo I’m still no hunter, nor do I have an evol to my knowledge. So, please… let me have this at least. I know where you are coming from, but I also know that this is not the way to do things. Not when so much it’s at stake.” You pause letting him and yourself have a moment to take your words in.

“There will be moments when you or the guys aren’t with me and—”

“We wouldn’t. I wouldn’t let that happen” he stops you.

“Caleb, you don’t know that. Shit can happen or maybe I’m alone because I went to buy more chocolate or—”

“No” he says. Interrupting you again. Like he is fighting with himself and his thoughts.

Why were you telling all these scenarios? Why wouldn’t you let them accompany you everywhere? He wouldn’t let you be alone. He can buy that chocolate, even make one himself. Or tell Sylus so Mephisto keeps an eye on you. His heartbeat started to skyrocket as more fake scenarios of you in possible danger came to his mind.

“Do you want me to be a bird in a cage, Caleb?” and that simple question does it. He takes you by the shoulders, his eyes piercing yours almost like, you internally laugh at the irony, an animal that’s been caged for too long.

“Don’t put words in my mouth” And your full name came with that. No pet names. No pipsqueak or any other. You know he was serious after that. “Don’t. Just, don’t.”

“Caleb, please” you beg, “I’m not her.”

“You are! Yes, you are. Not the same but, yes.” You don’t understand what he means, and he knows that. Frustrated, he puts a hand over his mouth like he doesn’t even know where to begin or how to explain himself. After a few seconds he seemed to conclude over whatever was on his mind. “Not here. Too many eyes, too many ears. We will explain when we get home. For now, you get the version they are telling your friends so they can understand the heaviness of the situation at hand”.

You nod, still a little confused, but you thought: this is as good as it can get…for now.

With that being said, the both of you return to the conjoined tables more ‘calmly’ if you could call it that. Though… this time Caleb didn’t let you sit on your chair, but he moved you towards his lap and you let him. Something in you told you that this was the only way he could feel calm right now. Having you here; close to him as possible ready to act if anything came to shove. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had his gun hidden somewhere in his jacket or pants. Or maybe his evol could be enough.

Your friends almost laugh and you, being the mature one, you stick out your tongue out to them. Then you laugh remembering the phrase Zayne said once. The one of him being at least more mature than MC.

“As I was saying, this is something we will deal with, but you need to let us handle the heavy stuff and do as we say” Zayne continued.

“This is sounding like a bank robbery.” Your friend pointed out trying to lighten the mood.

“You need to understand, we are working with a god and people that could well be like a mafia.”

“Think of it as if Ever, the group Zayne is talking about, was Hydra from Marvel”. You said trying to make your friends better understand what your dear doctor was trying to explain.

“Oh, that’s bad, really bad. Are you going to be okay, though?” your friend asked you directly.

“With them at my side I know I’m gonna be in the safest place. Don’t worry guys. These guys are something else I tell you.”

“Thank you for the high praise, pipsqueak.” Caleb said almost immediately, looking at you like he wanted to laugh and smother you in kisses at how dearly he felt at your statement.

“I’m just stating facts” you countered almost wanting to pout at the embarrassment you felt with all the eyes laying upon you.

You look at Zayne pleadingly and then at Xavier. Asking them or at least hoping they understand that you are asking for mercy.

“Neither Astra nor Ever are going to stop till they get what they want. We need to be careful. If we got out of the “game”, they could too. It’s just a thing of waiting until they realize what is happening and we need to be prepared for that.” Xavier continued.

“They could also join forces with people of our world” you added, thinking as always in all the possibilities and outcomes.

You stayed in silence thinking and digesting all the cards that were now laid upon the table. The only thing that got you out of that state was your name being dropped by Sylus.

You look back at him and as if he could read your mind he answered.

“I know you are scared, my beloved. But as you said, we’ve got everything under control you just need to trust us. Your loved ones will be okay too. We got you.”

And with those last words you knew that no matter what happened next you were going to be okay. With that thought you leaned more into Caleb, letting his arms engulf you with his warmth.

𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃 𝚄𝚂 𝙱𝚈 𝚃𝙸𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴!

[clumsypuppy]

i feel like im not making any sense but does anyone else feel like there are stories that let u run with them and ones that spell everything out for you

[valzhangism]

i know i said i was happy about how mel's story went, but the more i think about it the less i'm sure about that. this is very much connected to how the themes of classism and wealth disappeared in s2, but mel in the beginning was the epitome of piltover. she wanted to advance piltover to prove herself to her mother. to "put piltover—" and by extension herself, "—on the map."

she wanted wealth just to have it. and i'm not blaming her for anything that happened, especially with hextech! she, just like jayce and viktor, could not have known what it would lead to. i mean yeah heimerdinger said so but who the hell listens to heimerdinger? but anyway i think mel changed throughout s1, much in thanks to jayce. by the end she's become more cognisant of the mistreatment of zaunites. she's the first to vote for their peace. she was a good person all along but now she knows how to act on it. it's also seen more in s2 act 1. when she covers her painting with gold, it's symbolic—she won't act according to what her mother might think. she won't let her desire for approval dictate her anymore.

so somehow i wish those themes were. continued, somehow? like again they were dropped not just with mel but the whole show and it makes her story a off to me. there's no meaningful commentary on war or classism or how her ideology stands opposite to her mother's. like some people have said, it feels like she doesn't have much agency, even if she is really cool. and that to me is a shame because agency felt like her thing. "to shape your own destiny" as she says to jayce in s1. i know her collaborating with the black rose (but not fully joining them) and learning magic is supposed to represent becoming independent from her mother, taking her own path, but some other aspects of her character were thrown away... the more i think about it the more i'm thinking they kind of #girlboss-ed her a little bit. maybe to sell another champion. i can't help but feel like even though i enjoyed seeing her on screen, the payoff didn't feel proportionally satisfying compared to her setup in s1.

[moeblob]

OC again gomen ... (her name is Yuma)

[chibishortdeath]

I just realized that I have a TON of picmix gifs I haven’t shown yet : O. Lydie’s gets to be her own separate post because I love her she’s so bestie and I’m very proud of this one :3.

[poppyseed-cookie]

Does anyone know any better places to get translations of the original korean version than crk-kr-to-en like I really appreciate all the work they put in I’d just like to see translations without miles of complaints 😭

[mayo-productions]

good evening tumblr (it's literally midnight..)

I'm back in the Miguel trenches and I just saw this and I just about fell to the floor in tears because this is literally what's gonna happen to Mateo..

(incoming nonsense rant in tags, sighh)

[rorydrawsandwrites]

So far I'm honestly a lot better at drawing Puzzles with the big cartoony eyes than the white dot ones for the moment

[problemswithbooks]

With the tentative and rough translations out, i have to say, yeah, Hori really doesn't get what he's actually writing and if he was trying to make Toga's entire deal a metaphor for queerness, he's ended up being quite offensive.

Like first off it seems he has Toga say she falls in love easily with boy and girls and...animals. Which, I always felt the bird thing as a kid could have negative connotations, but wrote it off as 'she was a little kid and this was before her desire for blood was wrapped up in her romantic feelings' type things. So having Hori reinstate that yes, she does still love animals to the point of blood drinking desire--a desire Hori coded as sexual/romantic is not a good look.

It also just makes me question if she could ever own a pet or if she'd end up killing it because she loved it to much and she needed to drink it's blood.

Also getting her perspective on the boy she attacked isn't great either. The translation is rough and basic so it could change, but I don't think there's any translation that could make the situation not read poorly.

In the rough translations she says something along the lines of "I didn't ask to drink his blood because I was afraid he'd hate me and think I was a decent monster."

I could see an alternative translation being "I asked for his blood and he called me a deviant monster, and I sucked his blood."

Again if Hori is trying to make a queer metaphor with Toga, this is a huge issue. Her attacking the boy was always a big problem, but if he didn't bring it up again I think a lot of casual readers would have forgotten it. But now it's front and center again and brings back bad connotations for Toga and a queer reading of her character.

Because again if we read her blood drinking as queerness, and Hori has already coded it in the past as lust while just last chapter confirming that Toga sees it as kissing in the very least we get two equally bad reads.

A) Due to fear of rejection Toga did not ask for consent and decided she'd just make sexual advances toward someone she had a crush regardless.

or B) She got rejected and told no, and then made the sexual advance anyway.

With a queer reading this only becomes worse because it pays into the really negative and even dangerous idea that same sex attracted people will go after anyone regardless of consent or the other persons orientation. It continues to perpetuate the idea that queer people are sexual predators, who target straight people or in the very least do not care about consent, or are unable to control themselves long enough to get it.

But even without a queer reading what Toga did is wrong. It sucks that people don't get her way of showing love, but consent is still needed regardless. You can't just do what you want to someone because you were to afraid to ask them out. You can't just do what you want with someone after they tell you no. Even if the boy had called her a monster that would not make it ok for Toga to, essentially sexually assault him (yes, kissing someone against their will is sexual assault, which is what Toga sees her blood drinking as).

And I think that's why Toga's character is really hard to get behind for some people--because at the end of the day she's literally just saying "I can't help but sexually assault people (and animals apparently)', and the solution to this is to give her exactly what she wants and apologize for not seeing how much pain she was in when she was actively trying to sexually assault people.

[clumsypuppy]

Atla live action 😐

[bisaster-energy]

mouthwashing "The Thing" au with Anya as a sort of final girl WHEN CEE WHEN

[annihilatius]

I'm unironically getting interested in a 10 year old Minecraft roleplay series that hasn't been updated in 7 years and will never actually be finished because the two people that made it together got divorced and don't even record stuff at all anymore so there's barely any fandom anywhere and any fan content that exists is (the vast majority of the time) stuff from 8 years ago when it was still being made uploaded by inactive accounts I'm so fucking ashamed of myself