#I should be able to answer a question MY FRIEND asks me without freaking out

[nerdgirlnarrates]

med school has lowkey broken me, my friend asked me a question about football yesterday and I got too nervous to answer even though I knew it

[darqx]

Another BP/HH/Gen answer dump as usual starting with BP and then moving into the other two \o/

All demons age about the same rate as humans (although with earlier milestones as babies) UNTIL they hit their 30s-40s after which aging slows down drastically 🙂‍↕️

Izm chasing you down to get .D back like

🤔 You guys sometimes really make me think about things I don't often have to think about LOL. I'm just gonna do the gang this time so off the top of my head:

Izm and .D are often eating sushi in my drawings and since I'm pretty sure Izm is mainly the one buying, sushi is his fave. He'll eat any type but he prefers the raw fish ones.

Whilst .D also likes sushi, it's not his fave dish. His fave dish is pasta in a red sauce (like Sugo or Arrabiata) for some reason. Nostalgia maybe?

Zeke is a meat and potatoes kind of guy, so, a nice juicy sirloin with mushroom sauce and a side of roast potatoes and veggies. (BP!Zeke is similar but he really likes pork/bacon particularly, so a pork roast for him probably).

Wei Ren's comfort foods are chicken congee, and seafood steamboat/hot pot.

Marcus' fave is his mom's chicken casserole.

Oh I'm glad (and thank you very much)! I hope you get lots of inspiration and can create a lot of things :D

Hm, that's a good question! I think, for doodling purposes, my fave is Rire mainly because Rire always looks more or less completed in black and white. My other two faves are .D and Izm - .D is a good exercise in subtle expressions whereas Izm is the complete opposite (esp with BP!Izm with that mouth).

Yes. I mean, I'd prefer you be at least 15 for those two things only cos if i had to age rate them they could be considered M or MA15+.

Hullo! The short answer is that there are also "not normal" skin tones, it depends on the demon species :)

The rest of society is pretty standard so yes there are charlatans in the world of BP lol. HOWEVER, no one would pretend to be a BP for three distinct reasons:

You need to be sanctioned to be a BP (ie they have abilities that normal people do not, like being able to perform exorcisms.)

There is no profit to be had as BPs generally don't get paid (all their living expenses are generally covered by their religion's HQ).

It's dangerous work. You'd have better luck being a bank robber.

Desmond is def a club music kind of guy XD EDMs, techno, trance, hardstyle, house, whatever - the kind of stuff you jump energetically up and down to at a club/concert/rave, he'll listen to it.

Not yet for BP (soon...🙏🏻). HH wasn't really a comic series so much as a bunch of somewhat random one shots I did for fun lol.

^ you guys :d

I don't put my pronouns anywhere partly because it is lowkey amusing for me to see how people perceive me online. It doesn't really matter to me, so go with your best guess lol.

You would be surprised at how much time those two hobbies can take up outside of work |D; I also like doing puzzle games (like Quordle etc), coding, going for walks/bike riding, making slightly odd food combos in normal recipes and freaking out my friends on Discord with them, and watching horror/disaster films and playthroughs of horror games.

Maybe one day I would, but not at this particular time, sorry!

Thanks for asking as this is a bit of a grey type area! Personally, I think that as long as this is purely for your own use and you aren't going to on-sell it in any way...then it should be ok. I'm going to categorise something like this as somewhat similar to say...people printing out my art to stick to their wall type thing. Of course, if you ended up buying a bunch and then thought oh i have so many extra I'll sell them to whoever wants them - that would be a no no.

In what capacity lol if there's something I've learned from real life it's never agree or disagree to anything without knowing specifics. Eg if you would like to use my art as a PFP on tumblr then you can if you credit it, but if you want to use my art as a face claim for your own charac then i would have to say no, etc.

That makes two of us as i am not familiar with the twisted wonderland universe :P

.D: Diasomnia

Izm: Pomefiore

Wei Ren: Ignihyde

Zeke: Savanaclaw

Marcus: Diasomnia

I never really specified one so my friends and I have been calling it the fictional city of Hedone lol.

I haven't given up on HH, i just dont draw it nearly as much since i'm focussing on developing BP :) Anyway HH wasn't seriously planned to be a comic or anything (though technically...it does have a very loose storyline that I've alluded to in some drawings |D ) so it's something I can just jump back into and doodle whenever i feel like.

This was from a while back

It's pretty straightforward HH is a slice of life 'verse where my main characs are in an all boy's boarding school and Rire is the headmaster. It focuses on the boys shenanigans though so if you specifically like Rire you will be disappointed as he's barely in it.

I cut off this post cos I dont think the stuff in it should be shared with other random people even though anon is on anon. If this is you anon i hope you are doing well and i would genuinely encourage you to talk to someone about certain things (like a therapist maybe).

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 - 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐄𝐧𝐝

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

Spoilers ahead.

Nobunaga: "Mai, Tell me everything."

Mai: "That's..."

The words caught in my throat before I could say them.

(No, I can't. I just can't say it.)

(If Mitsuhide were to disappear from history, I would be saved, but…)

(If I explain everything, it will only bring suffering to everyone in the Oda army.)

(To save him would mean abandoning me.)

I couldn't put such a cruel choice on the people who feel like family to me.

Nobunaga: "Mai, answer me."

Hideyoshi: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mai: "............"

I'd been praying that my voice would reach them every time I opened my mouth, but that wasn't the case now.

(Since I came to live here, I've grown to love everyone in the Oda army.)

(I treasure them deeply, without question, and I know they treasure me too.)

(Which is exactly why I can't bring myself to ask for help, no matter what.)

(I'm the only one who needs to suffer.)

I finally understood the loneliness Mitsuhide must have felt.

Ranmaru: "Lady Mai? You're still here, right? You can still hear us?"

(My voice still reaches them for now, but…)

I clutched the bell in my palm to keep it from making any sound and quietly stood up.

Masamune: "It's fine if you can't reply right away. You can write it down and send it to us later."

Ieyasu: "You should do that. It's more of a hassle if you try to carry it all by yourself."

Mitsunari: "Lady Mai, we're here for you. And of course, Lord Mitsuhide, too."

Hideyoshi: "That's right, Mai. So don't worry about it."

Keiji: "You're cherished, Mai."

(Yeah, I really am.)

I gazed at each of their faces, engraving them into my memory.

I knew that after this, I'd never be able to meet their eyes again.

(Thank you.)

(And...)

(I'm sorry.)

Swallowing the words I couldn't say, I left the hall.

When I got back to my room, I tried a few times before I finally picked up the brush.

(Sending a letter would interfere with people from this time, so this is probably my last chance.)

(While I can still connect with them, I need to make sure they know this.)

Even though I was freaking out, I took my time with each word, trying to keep my handwriting neat as possible.

(If I disappear, Mitsuhide will have no reason to fight against everyone.)

One of the reasons he raised his army was to have himself defeated to save me.

(I need to tell them that I'm gone and that they should stop him.)

I would beg them to welcome him back into the Oda army and not punish him.

And then I wrote my apology and gratitude to everyone in the Oda army.

Hideyoshi, thank you for always being so kind and considerate. I can't even begin to explain how much your kindness has saved me.

Masamune, the way you carry yourself has always inspired me. I'll always pray that your path will be a glorious one.

Ieyasu, thank you for always encouraging me with your stern words. I'll really miss hearing your blunt but caring voice.

Mitsunari, your smile is really like that of an angel. Please continue to light up everyone in Azuchi with that smile.

Ranmaru, being with you was so much fun. You're an important part of my life, and that won't change even if we're apart. We'll always be friends.

Keiji, although we've only known each other for a short time, your cheerfulness gave me so much strength. If I could have stayed in Azuchi longer, I'm sure we would have gotten even closer.

Lord Nobunaga, thank you for welcoming me into the Oda army. Thank you for everything. Please, please, take care of yourself.

Mai: "Phew."

I finished writing and immediately started on the last letter.

(What should I do? I don't have much time.)

(I have so much I want to say, but I can't fit it all in.)

As I thought of that person, tears began to fall, soaking the paper, and my hand, holding the brush, remained still.

The emotions were so overwhelming that I felt like my chest would burst.

(I won't blame you for your choice. Just let me make the same one.)

(I'll take all the divine punishment upon myself.)

I will not drag you into hell with me.

(I'll go alone, so you must survive in this world.)

(That's my final and only remaining hope.)

I managed to move my hand just enough to write a brief letter.

Eventually, night arrived.

Ranmaru: "Lady Mai, are you here!? You haven't responded since earlier. Where are you?"

Ranmaru: "What the hell is this letter!?"

Ranmaru: "..........."

Reading the letter left in the now empty room, Ranmaru froze for a moment before bolting out of the castle.

And just like that, Mai vanished from Azuchi Castle without a trace.

The following morning, the Oda army clashed head-on with the rebel forces.

Mitsuhide: "Do not falter. Forge your path forward! We will take Nobunaga's head!"

Rebel soldiers: "Yeah!"

Samurai, ronin, bandits, townsfolk, and villagers—all soldiers of different backgrounds, with their flags raised, charged forward under Mitsuhide's command.

Meanwhile, Nobunaga, glaring at the approaching large battalion, surveyed the battlefield from the rear of his army and coldly issued his command.

Nobunaga: "Scatter them."

Masamune: "Understood."

Masamune drew his sword and spurred his horse into the fray.

Keiji and Ieyasu quickly followed behind him.

Masamune: "Too soft! Bring them all at once!"

Keiji: "If you're gonna run, now's your chance!"

Ieyasu: "Move! Get out of my way."

The thick wall of enemy soldiers was quickly shattered.

Rebel General 1: "L-Lord Mitsuhide, what should we do?!"

Rebel General 2: "At this rate, it's only a matter of time before the enemy reaches our rear command!"

Rebel General 3: "What's with their strength?! These guys are monsters!"

Mitsuhide: "I don't remember giving you permission to retreat."

Rebel Generals: "!"

Mitsuhide: "Advance. Only forward."

As the sun began to set, the peaceful fields transformed into a hellish scene.

Swords and the bodies of the fallen lay scattered across the field.

Rebel General 1: "Move! We can't hold on any longer! I'm escaping!"

Rebel General 2: "Wait, you're not getting away ahead of me! I'm going too!"

The rebel forces, now scattered, began to flee in confusion.

However, the Oda army's rear guard wasn't about to let them escape.

Mitsunari: "I wouldn't advise turning your back. Don't waste your life."

Hideyoshi: "Don't think any of you are getting away. If you want to keep your head, drop your swords now."

Rebel soldiers: "H-Huh?!"

One by one, the enemy soldiers were overwhelmed by Hideyoshi and Mitsunari's forces.

The main force of the rebel army, which had been holding its ground in the center of the battlefield, was steadily worn down by Masamune, Keiji, and Ieyasu.

Eventually, the unit directly under the command of the generals was left exposed before the Oda army.

Rebel General 3: "I-It's over. I'm retreating!"

Rebel General 2: "You think you can escape alone?!"

Rebel General 1: "P-Please forgive me! I was just manipulated by Mitsuhide Akechi!"

Ieyasu: "I'll listen to your excuses in prison."

Masamune: "You guys are not even worth cutting down."

Keiji: "What a pathetic bunch. How the hell did they even become generals?"

The defeated soldiers bowed in surrender, and after the rebel generals were captured, the battlefield, heavy with the scent of blood, fell into an eerie silence.

Then, the two commanders faced each other.

Mitsuhide & Nobunaga: "..........."

Mitsuhide didn't lower his head. Instead, he raised it and smiled.

Nobunaga: "This reunion came sooner than I expected, Mitsuhide. Though, it seems you didn't anticipate this outcome."

Mitsuhide: "What are you saying? I misjudged the strength of the Oda army. I underestimated your true power."

Nobunaga: "Oh? So even a man like you can get his calculations wrong?"

Mitsuhide: "Yes, I've been overestimating myself for quite some time."

Mitsuhide: "It's a real shame, but it seems my fate has finally come to an end."

Nobunaga: "I see."

Mitsuhide lightly lifted his chin, exposing his throat to the setting sun.

Mitsuhide: "I've long accepted my fate."

Nobunaga: "Is that so?"

With a sharp sound, Nobunaga unsheathed his sword.

The gleaming white blade glinted as its tip pointed directly at Mitsuhide's throat.

Then—

Nobunaga: "Ranmaru, bring it here."

Ranmaru: "Yes."

Mitsuhide: "............"

Without showing even a hint of confusion, Mitsuhide silently observed the events unfolding before him.

Ranmaru approached him, anger blazing in his eyes, and shoved a letter addressed to the Oda army into Mitsuhide's hands.

Ranmaru: "Read it, Lord Mitsuhide. I don't need to tell you whose handwriting it is, yeah?"

Mitsuhide: "............"

Mitsuhide: "............"

Mitsuhide: "............"

Mitsuhide: "Mai. Why?"

As if his soul had left him, Mitsuhide collapsed to his knees.

Standing beside him, Ranmaru trembled and clenched his fist tightly.

Ranmaru: "You're such an idiot! Both you and Lady Mai."

Ranmaru: "How could you shoulder everything alone and plan to disappear like that!?"

Unable to continue speaking, Ranmaru just stood there.

Beside him, Nobunaga quietly sheathed his sword, and the Oda warlords approached.

Masamune: "Throwing away your lives for each other… you two really are alike."

Mitsuhide: "............"

Hideyoshi: "I'll never forgive you. Not for raising your army, but for making Mai cry!"

Ieyasu: "Don't think you can get away with an easy punishment like being cut down."

Mitsunari: "There's work we expect you to carry out, even if it takes a lifetime."

Keiji: "Well, even if we didn't tell you, you'd probably do it on your own."

Nobunaga: "Leave, Mitsuhide. You're expelled from the Oda army permanently."

Mitsuhide: "Lord Nobunaga…"

Nobunaga: "Leave, and do what you must."

Nobunaga: "Even if it takes the rest of your life, find Mai."

Mitsuhide: "............"

Life slowly returned to Mitsuhide's eyes.

Ranmaru: "There's one more letter. It's from Lady Mai."

The letter contained only a single sentence.

Mitsuhide: "............"

Clutching the letter to his chest, Mitsuhide sank further to his knees, his face hidden from everyone.

Masamune: "That girl isn't the kind to throw away her life so easily."

Masamune: "Even if she becomes invisible to everyone, she'll keep on living, as long as her sanity holds."

Keiji: "That sounds like a living hell to me."

Mitsuhide: "No, I won't let it come to that."

Masamune and Keiji: "!?"

Mitsuhide lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes reflecting both endless despair and a glimmer of hope.

Mitsuhide: "If she's going to hell, then I'm going with her."

That night, news quickly spread throughout Japan that Mitsuhide had been killed and his rebel army had fallen apart.

Motonari: "Tch. Your prediction came true. How boring."

Kicho: "Don't complain. If that's how it is, we'll simply move on to the next step."

Motonari: "Hurry it up, then. I'd really prefer not to be bored to death the second time."

Motonari: "So? What happened to the mastermind who hijacked our plans?"

Kicho: "They haven't found Mitsuhide's head."

Motonari: "Being ripped apart in battle and disappearing without a trace? That's such a boring way to end, don't you think?"

Kicho: "There's no need to worry."

Kicho: "He's a man who treats others and even himself as mere pawns, but he wouldn't throw his life away for nothing."

Kicho: "Where he's gone, though, is anyone's guess."

And so, the seasons passed.

Mitsuhide: "The sun's coming out."

Watching the drifting clouds fade into the distance, Mitsuhide, dressed as a traveling performer, reached into his belongings and pulled out a bamboo flask, taking a small sip of water.

He closed his eyes and listened, just as he once did when he traveled with Mai.

Now, he was alone, searching for the sound of the bell that must still be ringing somewhere in this world.

Mitsuhide: "............"

He opened his eyes and smiled bitterly without meaning to.

No matter how many times he looked back or how many years had passed, the memories of the days they spent together never faded.

If anything, they had grown more vivid, deepening the emotions that continued to well up within him.

Mitsuhide: "Mai."

The name he'd said so many times on his journey slipped from his lips again today.

His only clue, the faint sound of a bell, led him on a search with no clear end in sight.

Mitsuhide reached into his robe, pulled out a letter, and carefully unfolded it in the sunlight.

He traced the familiar handwriting, achingly nostalgic, as he reread the letter for the umpteenth time.

The letter contained only a single line:

Mitsuhide, you're my light.

Mitsuhide: "You truly were an incredible teacher."

Mitsuhide: "You dragged out every emotion I had locked away just like this."

Mitsuhide: "Thanks to you, even traveling alone has been anything but dull."

The wound of their parting still bled, still brought him searing pain, yet, even that pain had become precious to him.

Mitsuhide: "What am I supposed to do, Mai?"

Mitsuhide: "The joy, the sorrow, the fear—I don't think I can let go of any of it now."

Even now, Mitsuhide clung to the memory of that happiness.

Ring

Mitsuhide: "............"

Mitsuhide looked around and a cool breeze rustled the grass and flowers.

Mitsuhide: "Are you there?"

Ring

The bell chimed softly.

Mitsuhide: "............"

He reached out his arm, grasping at the air.

It was as though he was trying to embrace the entire world—a world where Mai still existed.

Mitsuhide: "Mai."

He'd decided to chase her endlessly.

He'd decided to believe, without a shadow of a doubt, that Mai was alive somewhere in this world—even if he could no longer see her, hear her voice, or touch her.

He chose not to despair. He chose the hope that burned like hellfire.

Mitsuhide: "............"

The sound of the bell quickly faded away along with the wind.

Mitsuhide: "A game of tag, huh? Fine by me."

Mitsuhide: "I'll catch you without fail."

Mitsuhide: "I'll spend my life saving you."

Mitsuhide: "Mai. You are, without a doubt, my light."

And so, Mitsuhide began walking again under the gentle sunlight with a genuine smile on his face.

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[herasversion]

Elevator problems in Monaco

Charles Leclerc x reader

Summary: You get stuck in the elevator with your neighbor and everybody's crush, Charles Leclerc.

Author's Note: In this story, there is no use of "Y/N" there is poorly translated French; only a few words. And contains 413 words.

Masterlist

How often do you need to fantasize about someone before it is considered strange? I mean, it's not every day, but often enough that I consider it to become strange. Luckily, if you can consider it lucky, there are enough people always looking at him. Is it strange to become possessive of your kind of acquaintance-slash-neighbor? I don't think it's strange for me to think about him; after all, he is a Formula 1 driver, and a good one at that. I mean, I can count myself lucky that I even kind of know him when I see him walking his little dog.

Besides seeing him walking around the hall of her complex gives me extra views of his everyday life to fantasize about. But these are thoughts I shouldn't be having, especially not when I am in the elevator with him. Although he doesn't help with how in love he looks with his dog and the look he has right now, like he just came out of bed. And right now he is giving me the look like I am one of his crazy fans who just screamed 'Sign my boobs, Charles Leclerc.'

Tout va bien?! Alright, brain, don't freak out; he just asked you a question in a language you don't understand. Which you should be able to understand if you just didn't keep on skipping your Duolingo French lessons. After all, who lives in Monaco without speaking French? Rich assholes. Shit, you became a rich asshole who doesn't answer people. I try to smile friendly at him; it feels more like a grimace. Je ne parle pas français.

Ding! The sound of my dreams. I try to really smile at him this time while he looks at me like he still wants to say something and run like Usain Bolt right to my apartment. As I close my door, I realize that I have never looked pretty while I run and that he most definitely thinks I am a crazy person. After my freak out, I realize I went outside with a purpose and that I didn't even get off downstairs, but that I ran out of the elevator without it having moved. I am a crazy person. Can I still go back? I mean, I need to get back; otherwise, my friends will kill me. This is not a good enough reason to miss a baby shower, even if he is deadly handsome.

As I gather up the courage to look out my door like a spy, I realize that I have never looked so stupid. But I'm so relieved that I don't see him standing there that I want to scream. I walk over to the lift that is still open. Luckily enough, no one is inside, including my handsome neighbor, as I click on the button to go downstairs. I realize the lift is not moving, so I click another time, and another time. The lift is broken he says. I shriek and turn around while he smiles and giggles. I try to smile all the while, attempting not to freak out about the fact that I just shrieked at my crush and try to formulate a response.

"Seriously?!" He laughs again. "Yes, I just called maintenance, but I think today will be a stairs day, Mon cheri."

Now, you wouldn't think that would be a problem until you realize that we live on the 20th floor. "Wait, Mon cheri?" What does Mon cheri mean? He smirks this time and says, "How about I take you out for dinner when you figure out what it means? That way, you don't have to stare or run away from me anymore."

Somebody sedate me, 'Is Charles Leclerc flirting with me ?' 'I think I know what it means,' I say, trying to sound confident. 'Really?' he says with a cocky smirk. 'I didn't think you knew French with what you just said in the elevator. Or are you a liar, neighbor?' I scoff while he laughs with that stupid cute smirk, and I realize he is challenging me and I don't have a master plan. I mean, I don't speak French. He is looking at me expectantly, and I think, 'Fuck it.' I walk over to him and kiss him.

The next thing I know, I wake up to the sound of ticking on the floor and an arm around my middle. I sit up fast and look around my room until I notice the ticking was coming from the most adorable-looking dog I have ever seen. But then, I remember this dog, and most definitely the red gloves that lay in the room. As I panic, I quickly look to the side. The arm around my middle moves, and Charles sits up and says, 'Good morning, mon cheri.' I exhale and reply, 'Good morning,' with a smile, then lay back down and grab my phone, only to realize that I messed up greatly and missed the baby shower.

[bird-in-the-space]

Bayverse Version (Part 10)

The Decepticons learn of your human side, but it seems it does not deter them from a sinister plan of turning you into a Decepticon. You take a daring risk to escape.

Warnings: mentions of brainwashing, slamming someone to the ground, communications cut off, and being on your own.

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After a long silence inside the warehouse, the cons turned to you after their insect-like "Doctor" shouted what you were.

“So…” The green giant, Long Haul, picked you up into the air. “...You’re telling me this whelp is a fleshie in a transformer’s body?” he said, dangling you. “How is that possible? There’s nothing organic about her,” he asked.

You winced as you dangled in the air. You were starting to get really sick of being picked up constantly like some toy.

“Except her mind is still human, apparently,” Starscream muttered.

“This is a most interesting discovery,” he added thoughtfully.

“Now. Tell me, (Name). How did you become a transformer?” Starscream looked at you.

You spit out the excess slime in your mouth. The taste of that worm still fresh. Well, the secret was already out. What worse could happen to you? 

“My friend was driving me back home one night. She gifted me a necklace without knowing the stone in it was a fragment of the Allspark. Then… one of your guys attacked. I died, and the Allspark fragment in my necklace brought me back to life as a transformer,” you revealed in a short version. 

“Why? I have no idea. Even the Autobots do not know why it happened,” you added. 

“Interesting…” Starscream uttered with interest in his red eyes. 

“Well, you got what you wanted. Now what? Will you let me go?” you asked.

“I’m afraid that’s no longer possible,” Starscream answered, causing you to frown. 

“What do you mean?” you asked. 

“You see, we might now know where the energon veins are, but we will need your outlier ability to confirm their locations,” he replied. “And why would you want to leave? Even if your condition is unique, you were reborn as a Decepticon newborn,” he said, making you look at him with dread. 

Oh no, he doesn’t mean… 

“You should feel honored. As a Decepticon, you get to join our cause, and you do not need to share the same fate as the rest of your kind,” Starscream said. 

“I’m not gonna work for you, freaks,” you snapped. 

“Oh, we have other ways of changing your mind.” Starscream grinned as he leaned closer to your face. “We just have to reawaken the dormant Decepticon coding in your mind,” he said, tapping your head with his finger. 

“Doctor. Prepare for a procedure to cure our newest member from their human ailment,” Starscream said to the insect doctor. 

“Grindor. Make sure our guest stays comfortable,” he added. 

“What the hell does that mean?!” you questioned as you suddenly got grabbed by the helicopter con. 

“What the hell does that mean?!” you demanded as you dangled in front of the helicopter con. 

“It means you are going to start thinking like a Decepticon,” Grindor answered as he held you up by your arm, barely allowing your feet to touch the ground. 

“I get the part using her ability to find the energon sources, but otherwise, I don’t see her as a Decepticon type,” The green giant, Long Haul, said. “I heard this whelp can’t even transform, so what other uses would she have?” he added. 

You perked up at the mention. Glancing down, you noticed that, to your luck, the wheels on your feet were touching the ground. Then, your eyes shifted toward the entrance of the warehouse. Remembering your past incident with the wheels, an idea formed in your mind. The helicopter guy, Grindor, had legs wide enough for you to slip under, and if you revved your wheels hard enough, you just might be able to break free.

Whatever the plan. You could not let them turn you into a Decepticon. 

“Well… I might not know how to transform into my alt-form. But I do know how to do this,” you said to them and turned on your wheels. 

The wheel on your foot screeched loudly as it skidded against the ground before suddenly pulling you down and through Grindor’s legs. The sudden jerk and force of the wheel were enough to drag you along, taking Grindor with you and causing him to flip and slam against the floor. He yelled as he lost his grip on you, and your wheel carried you through the entrance and out of the cons' reach.

After you were out, you quickly stood up and bolted away from the warehouse. 

“After her! She’s now too valuable to let escape!” Starscream commanded. 

“Damn, that little freak!” Grindor growled as he got up. 

Grindor, Long Haul, and the police car, Barricade, ran out of the warehouse. They looked around but saw no sight of you. 

“Where did that whelp go?” Long haul asked, looking around. 

“She must be hiding nearby. She couldn’t have gotten far, especially when she can’t transform into her alt-form,” Barricade said as they started searching the area. 

“Come out! Come out, whelp!” Long Haul called as he walked around the abandoned storage houses. “You only make this more painful for yourself!” 

You glanced over the stone wall, seeing the Decepticons looking for you. Turning your outlier vision on, you were able to locate them through their energon signatures. You then pulled back, leaning against the stone wall of the tunnel entrance. 

You turned on your comlink. 

“Hello. (Name) to NEST. Does anyone hear me?” you said quietly to avoid alerting the cons. 

You received heavy static and buzz. 

“Hello?!” you tried again, but you only heard static. 

“Shit!” you whispered, checking on the cons location with your ability. 

They must be jamming the signal to the comlinks, so you won't be able to call NEST, the Autobots, or anyone for help. 

You were on your own with these psychos. 

You glanced toward the roads near the abandoned warehouse area. If only you knew how to transform into your alt-form, you could use it to get the hell out of this place and maybe get far enough away to call for help. Then, you glanced at the tunnel entrance beside you. It looked like an entry to an underground tunnel system that led beneath the city. It should be deep enough to mask your signal, and if you got far enough, perhaps you could reach NEST and the Autobots. 

You considered your options. Actually, you didn't have many. The roads were a no-go, and staying was not an option either unless you wanted to get caught and brainwashed into thinking like a Decepticon. 

And that was not something you could allow to happen. 

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you stood up and quietly entered the tunnels, hoping they would take you away from the con’s reach. 

The murder robot panther, Ravage, hopped onto the ledge of the wall where you were hiding. It sniffed the air before looking toward the tunnel, releasing a growl before jumping off the wall and entering the tunnel system. 

[morganski-19]

Ryan Guzman's interview with Jeff Conway came out today, and I have a few thoughts, so I'm writing them down here. If you are interested reading the article yourself (which I think you should because it was a very good article and there many moments in which I did not talk about here), this is the link.

First and foremost I would like to reiterate that this is a good, well thought out article from both Conway's questions and Guzman's answers. And I think there were many responses that show the love that Ryan has for Eddie, and the work he puts in to make his portrayal of Eddie so impactful.

And as always, I take each article that comes out with a giant heaping of salt, as they can't talk about things before the actual episode airs.

Now I'm going to talk about specific quotes, the first of which is this one.

A few of my mutuals over on bluesky were freaking out about this quote, thinking that this meant that Ryan was either thinking of leaving the show or starting to wind down his involvement, but that is not how I interpreted this. Along with many other of his quotes from this article, it's clear that Ryan is just a live in the moment kind of person, and this is a very live in the moment kind of answer. He's simply saying that he is proud of the work he's done with Eddie, and still feels honored to play him, but if the world decided that Eddie's character has come to a close, he is proud of what he has done.

So no, he doesn't currently have plans on leaving the show.

This excerpt really confirms that Eddie's storyline will be big in the second half of the season. Which I have to say, thank fucking god. The fact that this article is the one they are pushing before the spring premiere is only further proof of this, but this quote really solidified it for me.

The biggest change of all is of course the fact that Eddie will be leaving for Texas in the beginning of the season. From his language and demeanor from the first half of the season, this is a necessity as going to Texas and being able to work on his and Chris' relationship one-on-one is crucial for that. So going to Texas in some capacity was necessary.

Now the decision to fully move to Texas is not going to go over smoothly. Not to mention that that in itself is a big change, but can bring other changes along with it.

Now we get to where Conway asked about the possibilities of Buddie, and how Ryan feels about it. To which (to no one's surprise) he gave a very vague answer that I can see being read in a few different ways.

Firstly, he is kinda saying what he has before about how Buck and Eddie's relationship as is, them being a bisexual man and a straight man respectively, is important as it shows how two men of different sexualities can still have a close bond without there being any weirdness about it. Which is true, especially, like he said, with the current political climate.

Secondly, I think his wording here, especially when he clarifies having friends who are homosexual and not bisexual, is sort of leading. On the one hand, he is further saying that he draws from his own experience of interacting and loving them, which he then applies to Eddie with his relationship with Buck. On the other hand, he could be drawing from his friend's experiences a bit when doing a gay Eddie storyline. And I think the specification could further emphasize Eddie's sexuality, as I personally headcanon him to be gay and not bisexual. But this leads further into speculation.

Overall, what I got from this is that Ryan wants to put focus on the relationship that him and Buck have, and not lead audiences into thinking that there could be more. This doesn't outright confirm or deny anything, and from my interpretation, leads me to think that he does not agree with the shipbaiting that is currently happening. Which fair, I too do not enjoy ship baiting for the purposes of promotion.

And lastly, I'm going to talk about this quote.

Which is something that I think Eddie desperately needs to hear. He is constantly unsure of himself, and needs to trust himself more.

I think that him saying that everything inside of him is innately who he is, and that is more than enough, can be leading as that phrasing is something that us in the queer community use when describing ourselves. But this is also true for Eddie's character as we know now as well. He needs to trust and believe himself, and that the decisions he makes are ones that he should be proud of.

Overall, like I said above, this article is very good and if you like to read the interviews released about this show, you should go give it a read. Considering that this came about before the show aired, I wasn't expecting it to confirm anything, but I am also glad it didn't outright deny anything either.

I think that there are some lines here that will come into clarity as the show airs and more interviews come out. But overall, I love Eddie as a character and am glad that the show has decided to use him in the build-up for promotion as the show comes back. And I can't wait to see where his storyline goes.

[majestic-miko]

Drabble Challenge: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

actually no one asked for this but if u feel like it, send me a number. ^^ barely edited btw

113: I prefer blondes

Modern AU. Rated G

Summary: your husband finds out you have a boy best friend.

Erwin x GN!reader

Words: 1180

your vibrating ringtone going off in the middle of the night was the sound that pulled you out of your peaceful night sleep, and - although Erwin started to stir next to you - you were the one who let out a grunt, half-awake as you felt around to find the device on your nightstand in the dark. you squinted, your eyes struggling to adjust to the overwhelming light, urging your sleepiness away so you could decipher on your smartphone who called you at such an unruly hour- of course without forgetting beforehand to hold the volume down button until that damn ringtone was muted.

as to not disturb your husband, you decided it best to answer in another room when you recognized the familiar name. You slid out of your shared-bedroom, tiptoeing as silently as possible to the adjacent home office.

“hi Moblit! what's up?” you asked, scrambling in hopes to cover up your groggy voice.

a relieved whisper of a sentence of gratitude to the Lord that you answered was audible on the other end of the line at your question. 

“i’m here now. Is everything alright?” 

“yeah, i mean- no. actually…”

you couldn’t help but notice how his tone was feeble but tinted with alarm. something was clearly the matter and you grew more concerned for him.

“calm down, bro. take a deep breath and tell me what’s wrong?”

“that’s the thing! i tried that earlier and it hurts like hell.” 

okay, that sounds bad.

“shit! where does it hurt? ”

“on my lower right abdomen like I’m a hundred percent sure this is appendicitis at this point.” 

“how long has this been going on?” 

“almost a week…”

“...”

“ but before you say anything, it has been mostly bearable-” he emphasized, sensing with your reaction (or lack of) that you were freaking out, “It was not until today that I had to rely on painkillers.”

“you should not have dismissed the obvious warning signs oh my god”, you scolded him as you rubbed your eyes. “have you already called an ambulance? you need to go to the hospital right now, bro.”

“since the pain won't allow me to sleep, I guess you’re right."

"no shit Sherlock sure i'm right"

"to answer your question" he pursued, ignoring your whining. "i haven’t yet. I’ve thought about it but since I have to pack my stuff for my stay before the emergency services come here, I don’t think I can pull this off. I can barely move off the living-room, and would rather avoid random strangers touching my belongings.”

“fair point.”

you took a deep breath, attempting to gather your thoughts and make sense of the situation.

"alright, stay on the line, then. if anything happens to you, at least I’ll know. Where do you live by the way?"

reaching for a post-it and a pen on the table, you scribbled the address he gave.

"noted! I’ll be there with my husband, okay? I don't think I’ll be able to carry you on my own if needed."

you were also a scary ass driver but that detail was irrelevant for now.

"sure, no problem! call me when you’re here."

"of course. hang in there, bro!"

********

you didn’t want to wake up your husband.

how could you find it in yourself to interrupt his beauty sleep in the first place? you knew of his gigantic workload everyday and the way he always came back home utterly exhausted. the way he would slump against the sofa as you massaged his upper back, fixing the muscle knots in between his shoulders. if anyone could deserve much more needed rest, it was certainly Erwin and you found yourself admiring the beautiful sight of him, how vulnerable and relaxed he looked, his mouth slightly ajar in all his sleepy state.

and yet, you  found yourself rubbing his chest ever so softly, whispering your words to him as gently as possible

“babe?”

“mh-” he rubbed his eyes, trying to ward off sleep. Damn he looked so cute and you were having such a hard time not kissing him right now no matter how many times you’d wake up to this sight. “what is it?”

“sorry for bothering you darling but this is an emergency. Can you help me drive a friend to the hospital?”

Erwin let out a yawn and sat up, his eyelids still quite heavy, showing how he was still not entirely awake.You granted him some time to process the information before he answered.

"um- yes, of course."

“you’re the best”

the ride was silent as the vehicle left the driveway since none of you had the energy to do the talking so late at night. Erwin had helped Moblit get in the car while you’d gone to gather his belongings in a bag according to a list he had jotted down on a piece of paper. the three of you eventually reached the hospital and your friend got admitted in the emergency room as fast as possible.

a few moments later, a medic approached you and Erwin in the waiting room, confirming your friend’s appendicitis diagnosis and announcing that he would have to undergo an appendicectomy in a few minutes. You thanked him for the info and soon enough, you found yourself laying your head on Erwin’s shoulder after the both of you agreed to stay until you were sure that the surgery went well.

“i hope everything turns out fine for him.”

“don't worry! nothing will go wrong.”

he caressed your hair softly in reassurance for a while before speaking again.

“you know i actually thought it was Petra who needed our help earlier… i never went to her house before, which is the reason why i assumed so and then instead I find myself face-to-face with an unfamiliar man.”

you chuckled as you took in the mistake. You were a loner by nature so it was common knowledge that the only potential best friend you could refer to was Petra, who you seemed to get along pretty well with during your uni years.

“yeah.. sorry about that. Moblit is a close childhood friend. we lived in the same hometown and have known each other since we were like four or five but life led us to different paths after high school so it’s no surprise that you never met him before. he recently found a job here and we kinda got back in touch I guess… ”

"not in inappropriate ways, i hope."

"..."

“and here i thought i was your only boy best friend”, he pouted.

“am i sensing jealousy in the air?” You  pinched his nose playfully.

“Please stop.”

“love, he’s just a friend…”

“whom you’ve known longer than we’ve been married. “

“he's also tall and handsome.”

“see that. you’re proving my point.”

“nahh, I prefer blondes. thick eyebrows and chiseled cheekbones are also a plus. no… actually you know what? i prefer them even more when they belong to my husband you know- a certain Erwin Smith.”

A satisfied grin appeared on his face as he wrapped and arm around you and pulled you even closer to him.

“well, that's my luck then. i seem to fit the criteria.”

[frizzillshiz]

Question for others with fibromyalgia

How bad does your brain fog get? Yesterday in a 1-2 hour discord call I apparently repeated the same thing four to five times without realizing it. I had no memory of saying it multiple times when my friends told me that was the fourth or fifth time I’d said it.

Basically, I don’t know if I should be concerned or if that’s normal brain fog type stuff (I also don’t know if I do this regularly or not). I would ask my doctor, but she doesn’t really know anything about fibro so I’m going to have to wait till my pain clinic appointment a month from now to talk to a doctor who has any experience with my condition.

I also find myself asking really dumb questions at work that I should be able to answer for myself, but have trouble working out. I work at a doggie daycare so it’s not exactly thought intensive, but it’s like my problem solving ability has been slowed way down. Idk, it’s freaking me out a bit but I don’t want to stress myself out about it if it’s nothing (especially since stress worsens my pain, lol).

[calliemcferrin]

Hii, totally random message but I saw that you read all shall mourn and I'm currently unsure if I should read it or not as I've seen some bad reviews and it was one of my most expected reads for this year, would you say that all shall mourn is worth the read?

Hey! Thanks for asking! It means a lot that you would trust me with this kind of thing. I’m still collecting my final thoughts from this book, so forgive me if this doesn’t make any sense.

I would 100% recommend reading this book. It gives a lot of answers to a bunch of questions that I have had since reading None Shall Sleep. This book delivered everything that I was anticipating, in a way that was not what I was expecting.

I will say that I do understand why some people would be giving this book a bad review, even though I personally really liked it. I’ll add a cut here because I want you to choose if you want to read the reasons why, because there will be spoilers for the type of content that All Shall Mourn contains. (I will make them as vague as possible I promise!! No outright spoilers) (I’ll still follow you so you can just dm me with any specific concerns you have :))

1. The biggest thing is that you learn a lot more about these characters, and some of them aren’t very pretty. They’re uncomfortable and disturbing starting from as early as Chapter 3. (I told my friend “get chapter threed” when they read it.)

2. There’s a lot of movement. This book doesn’t take place in a specific place like the last two, and with that, you’re getting a lot of new characters that ultimately will not matter for more than a chapter or two.

3. SO MUCH happens in this book. Like, in theory, it should’ve or could’ve been two books with just how much content is packed inside. There’s not a whole lot of built in time while reading to be able to digest the information you’re learning.

4. Some parts of this book toe the line between YA and Adult genres. I don’t know how to elaborate without giving too much away pls forgive me.

5. This isn’t a problem for me personally, but I had to look up a word’s definition, at least once every like four pages. Which, I’d be willing to chalk that up to “maybe I’m just dumb” but I know that that is not the case.

6. There’s an open ending. It’s closed enough to be satisfying but open enough to revisit, like at the end of None Shall Sleep. I’m waiting for my friend to finish reading it so I can freak out about it with someone. If you like sealed and shut endings, this might not be quite as satisfying for your tastes.

[obsessed2fics]

~ Doctor's Plan ~

Agent Stone x (f) reader

Part four {the masterlist}

Warnings: none

Word count: 14k

Agent Stone was putting his plans into action one by one without being noticed. First, he successfully made others take Doctor Robotnik's control gloves out from where they were kept, and reach his own hand. After about a month, he became the owner of the cafe with the idea given by Y/N. He had no remorse for what he did to the staff or Karen, they all deserved what they got. Especially Karen.

The only person left with Stone was a scatterbrained guy, named Brayden. While Stone was busy implementing his plans on the other side of the cafe, he needed someone to run other errands in the cafe during the day, and Brayden was quite suitable for the job.

Yes, he was getting more tired than before, but he wasn't going to stop until everything was complete. Also, he had some peace of mind because he was able to ensure Y/N's safety along with all of this.

When he got home from work, he did almost nothing except rest and play with Sylvester. Y/N was helping Stone out with the chores until all this restoration chaos passed. In fact, she was used to being in a different place and hanging out at the house all the time. It was good for her to stay away from school, her students, her friends and their problems. She found more time to spare and get to know herself. And Stone of course... They didn't chat much in the evenings or in the mornings when she was awake. But still, everything was fine.

For she eased the load on him, Stone would make her a different coffee almost every evening that he thought she might like, thus silently expressing his gratitude.

It was another one of those evenings, while Y/N was checking her emails on her phone, Stone was busy making her that evening's coffee special.

"Stone?!" Y/N called out as she whirled around in her chair towards Stone. But her eyes were still on the phone screen.

"Yes?" he replied. Unlike Y/N's tone, his was quite calm.

"Did you hack my email?! And send a resignation mail to the school?! Without asking me?!"

He could feel Y/N getting angrier with every question she asked, and that was something he could tell from her tone of voice.

"Uh... Actually I didn't hack your email. You should change your password to a stronger one."

"Answer my questions!"

"Yes, yes, I did... And I sent an email on your behalf. I know I should've ask you first but I forgot in all my busyness. Sorry." he said as he placed the coffee cup in front of Y/N. His eyes were fixed on hers.

Y/N asked before tearing her eyes away from his and turning to her coffee. Her voice was more exasperated than angry. "Why?"

"'Cause you're not going back there soon."

"You don't need to remind me this every single time." she said and rolled her eyes. "And by the way, my password is creative."

"Replacing some letters with numbers isn't that creative."

"It is." she said, putting an end to her argument with him. "Ugh! I wish I could at least inform my friends about this situation."

She took another sip of her coffee and continued grumbling. "It's been a month! I'm sure they're freak out with curiosity by now. What's your suggestion about this, Mr. Genius?"

Stone came forward in the chair he was leaning on. "Call them." he said pushing her phone towards her which was sitting on the table. "Here. You can tell them you're on vacation."

"Uh-huh, and they start questioning immediately." she replied sarcastically. Then she took a deep breath. "It doesn't work."

"You can figure it out right now." he said, looking right into her eyes.

Y/N raised an eyebrow and hesitantly picked up the phone. She put the phone on speaker while calling them.

"Girl, why haven't you called or texted us for weeks? What's going on?" they said as soon as they answered the phone.

"Uh... Nothing. I'm just went on vacation. That's all."

"Cut the bullshit! You wouldn't go on vacations, even if we forced you to. Besides, we learned that you resigned from your job! What's wrong, Y/N? Are you in trouble? You can tell us, you know that." they said.

They sounded worried and didn't believe what she was saying.

"Guys, I'm really on vacation. I'm not even in New York. And I'm fine, I swear." she tried to reassure them. It was true that she wasn't in New York, but she wasn't sure if it was a vacation for her or not.

"Where are you exactly? One of us will get there."

"Uh..." she paused for a few seconds. She was trying to make up a lie. Just then, Stone came to help her and spoke into the phone.

"She's with me and safe."

"Who the hell are you?" they all said at the same time.

"I'm... her boyfriend ." said Stone. One corner of his lip turned upward for a moment.

Y/N blinked in surprise and suddenly looked at him. "What the fuck?" she said quietly, only moving her lips.

In response, Stone put on a sheepish expression and shrugged silently. He leaned back and took a big sip of his coffee. It was a lie he told for a moment to save the situation. Actually, if he thought about it a little, it wouldn't be bad at all if it happened. But he wasn't ready to think about it yet.

"What?!? How?! Y/N? Is he telling the truth?" they asked in astonishment.

"Uh, yeah... This actually happened months ago, I was just waiting to make sure this whole thing was sorted out…" she lied. She didn't like lying to her friends. While her threatening gaze was still on Stone, she brought the thumb of her free hand towards her own throat and dragged it as if to say 'I'm gonna kill you '.

"Wow, girl! Congrats! Everyone is shocked right now. So, where are you two? In LA or...?"

"We're…" Y/N started the sentence. It was as if she looked around to find a lie somewhere.

"World tour." whispered Stone.

"on a world tour actually. We both resigned from our jobs to spend more time together." Y/N continued. She let out a quiet but deep breath.

"Aww, that's so sweet."

"Yeah..." she agreed. She stood up from where she was sitting as she turned off the speaker of the phone and put it to her ear. She was pacing back and forth around the table.

"What's his name by the way? Is he good looking?" one of them asked.

"His name is Aban. And -"

Another interrupted Y/N. "Is he hot?"

Y/N stopped pacing and looked Stone up and down. "I think he is..." she answered the question with a hidden smirk on her face.

At that moment, Stone was looking at Y/N with his eyes wide in surprise. Because he had no idea how she learned his name. He hadn't paid much attention to what was said after hearing his name from Y/N's mouth.

Moments later, Y/N let out a loud, exaggerated sigh as she hung up the phone and sat back in the chair. Stone was still looking at her with questioning eyes as she finished her almost cold coffee in one big gulp.

"What?"

"How do you know my name?" asked Stone. He was leaning forward, resting his elbows on the table.

"Lucky guess." she said with a wink.

Although Stone was a little impressed by her attitude, he was insistent on learning the truth. "You know I'm not an idiot, Y/N." he said, raising one eyebrow.

"I know." Y/N agreed. She was trying hard not to laugh at that moment. She enjoyed pushing Stone to his limits.

"I can wait all night."

"You can't. You have to go to work in the morning."

Stone leaned back, still staring at her. "You're just like your father." he said. He knew Y/N didn't like being compared to her father and used this card to make her give up. Plus they really looked alike...

Y/N reacted as if she had been insulted. She slammed her hand on the table, stood up, and leaned towards him. "Take it back!"

Stone shook his head. He was starting to enjoy this situation.

 

Y/N, on the other hand, gave up after remaining in the same position for a while longer. She pulled back and looked at the ceiling, and then her gaze found him again. "Ugh! Okay! I saw your ID. I can't give you any more details, sorry."

"See? It's not that hard." said Stone, with a certain triumphant grin on his face. He could be satisfied with the information he received.

"Now, you tell me, WHAT WAS THAT THING YOU SAID TO MY FRIENDS?!" she snapped.

"You needed a lie to make them stop questioning you. So I helped. You're welcome."

"You could've found another lie..."

"Believe me, none of them would be as effective." he said. "And you can think of it as a vacation rather than being held captive."

Y/N turned her gaze forward and sighed deeply. Stone was right, she would be here for an unknown amount of time, and it would be best for her to think of it as a vacation and relax.

"At least, I wanna go out." she muttered to herself, but Stone heard her. He didn't want to restrict her freedom and put her in a difficult situation. He felt like he had crossed the line between ensuring her safety and captivity.

"How about coming to the cafe tomorrow?" he came up with an idea. "I'd like you to see the final look."

"I haven't even seen it in its first look." Y/N chimed in. "Okay. I'll come."

"Great!"

The next morning, Y/N woke up to her cat licking her face. While she was petting him and playing with him, her cat was trying to lick and bite her at every opportunity. She lowered him onto the bed from above herself and stood up. It was her turn to sleep in the bedroom. She took her clothes out of the closet, left them on the bed, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her cat.

There was no sound from Stone, he must've been asleep. She filled her cat's food and water bowls, taking care not to make too much noise. Hearing the sound of food spilling, Sylvester immediately ran into the kitchen. He was snuggling against Y/N's legs as a thank you, an action that always brought a smile to Y/N's face.

After taking a quick shower and leaving, she felt wide awake. She got dressed in the bathroom but didn't dry her hair. She left the bathroom with the towel in her hair and went towards the bedroom. She paused for a while at the doorstep when she encountered a sight she never expected.

"I almost thought you were sleeping in a suit." Y/N said, voicing her thoughts out loud.

With a sudden reflex, Stone put back the pajama top he was about to take off. He was startled and surprised, but hid it with great skill and turned towards her.

 

"Even though they are comfortable, I can't say they are the best for sleep." he replied humorously.

Y/N just laughed lightly. Then, without stopping for long, she turned around and left the room. "Hurry up!" she called as she made her way down the corridor.

Stone understood the reason for her haste. She hadn't been out in weeks and he was kind of responsible for that.

After quickly getting dressed, he walked over to Y/N. At that time, Y/N was bending down on the ground, kissing and admonishing her cat. "Be good boy until mommy get back, okay my sweet baby?"

On the other hand, Sylvester escaped from her hands at the first opportunity and left her with an indifferent attitude.

When they walked out the door of the building, Y/N closed her eyes and took a deep breath, filling her lungs with fresh air. "I miss this."

Stone watched her silently for a while, and this image brought Doctor Robotnik to his mind. He would spend weeks without leaving the laboratory, without seeing sunlight, without breathing fresh air. When he finally went out, he would breathe in the air with great longing.

"This way." he said then showed her the way. "Not so far."

Y/N followed him silently. When they arrived near the cafe, Stone saw Sonic and Sheriff Wachowski from afar. He stopped and pointed to Y/N in their direction. "These two caused the doctor to disappear." he said with hidden anger in his voice.

Y/N stood and watched the strange duo in the distance for a moment. "He looks cute." she said, referring to Sonic.

"He's married." Stone immediately informed her, thinking she meant Tom. He glanced sideways at her as jealousy and confusion began to insidiously course through his veins.

Even though Y/N didn't see that look, she sensed his mood. She chuckled quietly. "I meant the hedgehog." she felt the need to correct herself.

While these words soothed Stone's jealousy, he wasn't happy that she thought Sonic was cute. But he didn't think much about it, because he had something else to worry about: why he was jealous of her...

It was early in the morning and a weekend so there weren't many people around. When they got inside, Y/N looked around, it was a simple but elegant place. From what she knew, the place reflected Stone. It felt warm, friendly and comfortable.

"This place is really nice." Y/N said as she looked around. "It doesn't feel like other cafes, it has a cozy feel. Like a home."

Upon this last sentence, Stone paused what he was about to do and turned his head towards her. "Thanks." he said with a smile on his face. "Wait till you see the other side of this place."

While Y/N looked at him with curious eyes, Stone did a few actions on the smartwatch on his wrist. Then the entire cafe began to change, quickly turning into a secret base.

"Wow…" Y/N reacted, not hiding her surprise. "I must admit, it's better than I expected."

Before the smile on Stone's face disappeared, Y/N's words added a new one. He wasn't used to compliments and being appreciated this much.

"It's not quite finished yet, actually... But I'm glad you like it."

Y/N studied the few robots and technologies around for a while. At first she had difficulty believing that all of these were her father's work, but when she saw them with her own eyes, she had a hard time hiding her admiration.

Had to give Stone his due, even though he didn't understand the mechanics as much as Robotnik, he was pretty good at the technology part. He added a lot of himself to the process of transforming the cafe into a secret base. He also didn't have all the robots yet, he had to somehow get them back from the government or add new ones himself. The second part was harder than the first part.

"So what's your next plan? There's no schedule left to follow." Y/N asked. She finished looking around and started examining Stone.

Y/N's question brought Stone out of his thoughts. "Um... I don't know yet. As you can see, most robots are missing. I have to make that up somehow." explained Stone.

"Maybe you could give yourself some time off." she made a suggestion.

"Maybe..." Stone simply repeated.

{New chapter is here!!! Thanks for your patience! I hope you like it! Part five will definitely come btw!}

[smallishzine]

hi i was just wondering of any of the mods have any previous experience with organising fandom zines or events in the past?

Warning! The following answer is long, boring, mostly unrelated to the question, and kind of a Debbie Downer. Sorry anon/gen. hi it’s me one of the mods. The other mods are me when I’m actually on my meds, me at 3 am, and me when I’ve had a good nights sleep. The last one has not made an appearance as of yet. No I’ve never done this before and I’m freaking out because I have no clue what you’re meant to ask people on a mod application form and what determines who I should let in once they go out. I’ve never even been in a zine before, my experience with community events consists of I’m currently working on (read: avoiding cause I’m lost on what to do for) a gift for a gift exchange. That’s it. I’ve got no clue who to ask cause I’m paranoid about internet safety and also I’ve got school on top of this and I’m just kinda lost as to what to do because I’ve started this whole thing so before I can hand off the responsibility to someone who is capable of making good judgment and doesn’t have to split their time between working on the zine and doing homework, I’ve got to make some important decisions about who on the internet is trustworthy and I’m terrified that I’m gonna screw up and face consequences a whole lot worse then just the zine doesn’t get made. I don’t know how to verify if someone is a person I feel safe contacting over the internet, and how to maintain my anonymity as a mod so that my personal blog doesn’t get the same hate mail that the zine is getting and I’m, to be maybe a bit too honest, scared. Sorry for rambling especially cause I doubt this was what was intended with the question I guess I just needed to say this somewhere lol. Did I kill the mood? Sorry. I know you all followed cause the interest form was funny and the post I linked it on was funny and it seemed like there were a bunch of experienced people working together on this who knew what they were doing and so now using this blog to vent feels duplicitous and like it could possibly kill the zine because no one is here to listen to some kid whine about high school lol. I worked hard to seem effortlessly funny and confident about my lack of a plan, and while I didn’t necessarily say that there was more than one mod, I kind of implied it, cause I thought people would only want to participate if it seemed like there were a bunch of people capable of being responsible running the zine who would be fun to work with and would be totally on top of getting things done so contributors would be able to just focus on their piece. I wanted to seem like someone people would want to be friends with, cause really I started this zine cause I wanted to make friends, and I’m worried that now that people know that it’s just some whiny screenager who’s never touched grass with no idea what he’s doing who is really not all that funny unless he’s spent hours agonizing over what to say running the zine then they won’t want to participate, and I personally can’t blame them. I’m so, so, sorry for all the times that I made it seem like I’m someone I’m not, and I hope that people will still consider contributing even if the zine’s chances are a lot iffy-er than I made it seem. I’m scared to take offers from people saying that they want to help because creeps in the past have got me paranoid. So many people have said nice things about the zine and how excited they are for it and said that I could dm them with questions and I appreciate those people so so much but it’s difficult to drown out all the hate I’ve been seeing, which I’ve been trying to ignore, but it makes me hesitant about taking up those offers for help and sending out applications, cause I don’t want to bring some weirdo into a group chat to have them harass the zine makers and I’m not sure I’m capable of making this a positive experience for people without someone I can trust helping me and getting an internet friend I trust to help would involve leaking my personal blog and I can’t handle getting hate mail from both of them.

idk im just really lost and overthinking this and needed to rant about it, mod applications will still probably go out next month, I’ll do some research into what is usually on them, and also this is a niche enough thing that I probably don’t have to be so concerned about creeps, and there are a ton of people who’ve shown their support for the zine and it would be a disservice to them to act like everyone hates me, and everything is gonna be fine and probably a fun time and I’m just tired and needed to say all this somewhere to convince my brain how ridiculous it’s being lol. I might delete this post later, cause it’s kind of a downer honestly a high schooler complaining about his anxiety on the internet isn’t gonna get people interested and excited for the zine, I guess I just wanted to be transparent about what currently my thought process is and to ask that, having read this, you guys are patient with me as I figure out what the heck is going on. I’ll be back on my being funny enough that people think I’m actually Joel game on the form I promise guys, don’t worry just needed to get sappy there for a second but that is not what the zine is actually gonna be like it’s just gonna be fun and silly, and again sorry anon for derailing your ask.

[ddlcpoly]

Au where the game resets and MC is the only one who actually remembers what happened due to a glitch and gets more protective of sayori than he ever has.

Due to the way you worded it I can imagine 2 drastically different outcomes

AU 1 - Basically Yandere MC (CW for basically all the existencial stuff in ddlc and toxic relationships). After realizing what terrible things plague Sayori every day and the horrific thing they could cause MC because super possessive and protective of Sayori, basically vowing to never let her suffer again. He’d constantly hug, cherish and encourage her, while being extremely clingy and constantly worried about her, to the point that the other girls find it kinda creepy. He would especially get aggressive with Monika, telling her “Get away from my Sayori you murderer!” With Monika being extremely confused, scared and worried.

Meanwhile Sayori is kinda freaked out by his sudden change in demeanor, but hey, he’s her best friend, even more so he’s the best friend who she has had the biggest and fattest crush on since forever, so why should she complain about him giving her more attention and hugs and comfort, it doesn’t feel bad. Even when the other girls have an intervention with her she just kinda hand-waves it, maybe thinks that there’s something deeper to the intervention, alternative motives maybe?

It'd probably end in tragedy because I'm a believer in the "The game Doki Doki Literature Club in the lore of DDLC cannot have a happy ending, because they either all die without knowledge of what's beyond their realm or the characters slowly destroy their own world because of the insanity and sadness that plague them thanks to the revalation that they're not real".

But that's probably not what you were asking for considering what my blog is actually about, so here's

AU 2 - Clingy, worried wet puppy BF MC. MC comes back,but instead of being overprotective and controlling of Sayori, he instead just tries to be a better and more understanding person for Sayori, being there for her and constatly saying stuff like "I'm here for you" "You tell me anything you want" "I'm here for you" "I like spending time with you" "I don't know what I'd do without you" etc. He tries to get a better grapple on what mental illnesses entail and how to help someone deal with them. Sayori is surprised by this, maybe she made it too obvious that she was sad? She'd initially try to isolate herself from MC to "not be a burden to him", but thanks to his dedication, honesty and gentleness, he's able to get her to trust him with her problems.

Over time Sayori starts becoming happier and starts to find ways to start healing. MC eventually discovers he has feelings for Sayori and confesses to her, she obviously accepts.

Meanwhile the rest of the club is just kinda there, I don't think they'd play an important role in this AU, apart from being part of Sayori's support system and becoming better friends with MC.

Anyways I hope this rambling was enough to answer your question!

[sunnyie-eve]

24 | Guardians

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None

| MASTERLIST |

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Stiles smacks Derek over and over but before going punch him, he wakes up so Stiles tells him everything that has happened. Derek leaves to go get his sister while Stiles and Julia stay back to hold off the cops.

"You should have gone with Derek." Stiles says as the two of them sit alone in the front lobby.

"And leave you? No, thank you."

"Why stay with me?" He looks at her playing with a strand of her hair so she stops to look at him.

"Because I want to be with you and you need someone by your side. Your dad was taken and your best friend left... but I'm still here for you." She tears up a bit, "Stiles, you're the first person in my life, besides from Lydia, I really care about."

"Julia," Stiles moves closer to her but stop as they both look at the door to see the FBI. "Oh, just perfect." Stiles sighs.

"Who's that?" Julia asks as the man walks over to them since it was clear Stiles didn't like him.

"A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess. What a shocker. Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?"

"Stiles without sarcasm isn't a thing." Julia looks up at the man to read his badge, "McCall..."

"And you are?" He asks her.

"Julia Martin." She answers him.

"Where's your dad, and why's no one been able to contact him?" He ignores Julia to ask Stiles.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him in hours." Stiles tells him.

"Is he drinking again?"

"What do you mean, again? He never had to stop." Stiles tells him and Julia was getting pissed with Scott's dad.

"But he did have to slow down. Is he drinking like he used to?"

"All right, how about this? Next time I see him. I'll give him a field sobriety test, okay? We'll do the alphabet start with F end with U." Stiles says causing him to smile.

"How about you just tell me what the hell happened here?"

"We do you know what happened here because we were stuck in the elevators the whole time." Julia speaks up.

"Y'all aren't the ones who put the name on the doors?"

"What name?" They ask at the same time confused so he tells the Argent was written on the door.

Once they were good to go, Stiles and Julia go to the Argent's to tell them that their name was written on the door. Allison says it's no coincidence that Blake took Scott's mother and Stiles' father. Allison suspects that Ms. Morrell is behind the warning saying the guidance counselor knows a lot more about what's happening and might be trying to help. Stiles says they need to hurry since the lunar eclipse is two freaking nights away and that his father could already be dead. Chris disagrees. He says it seems Jennifer is moving pieces into place. Allison points out that Chris is one of those pieces. He says they won't wait around to see her next move. He takes out the map of the telluric currents.

Stiles is dejected saying that going after her will likely mean Chris gets taken. Chris says he's different because he's carrying a .45 caliber pistol. He says Jennifer has shown that she can heal from a shot to the leg and slashes to her face but wonders how she would do with half her skull blown off. Chris suggests the placement of the sacrifices has to do with the strength of the telluric currents in those spots. He points out the school, the animal clinic and the bank on the map. Supposing that Jennifer might return to a spot if she failed to complete a sacrifice there the first time, they settle on the bank as a logical starting point.

"What if we use Lydia and you?" Allison looks at Julia.

"Lydia and Julia? What can they do?" Chris asks lost.

"They sorta have a talent at finding bodies without looking for them." Stiles tells him so Chris looks at Julia.

"What are y'all? Psychic?"

"No, we're Banshees." Julia corrects him.

As time passes both Allison and her father bring out all their weapons, "I thought you guys were retired." Stiles says looking at everything.

"Retired yes, defenseless, no." Chris tells Stiles to keep his phone on so that if Scott calls they can tell him right away. Stiles says he thinks that is unlikely and Chris says Scott is only doing what he thinks is right.

"I can't shoot a gun or use a crossbow. But... Well, I'm- I'm getting pretty good with these." Isaac arrives showing his claws.

While Isaac and Allison stay with her father, Stiles and Julia go to Lydia and catch her up on everything. She couldn't believe Scott would willingly join the Alpha Pack but Stiles says the look on Scott's face at the time suggests his choice was real.

"I get that Julia and I are human Geiger counter for death but I don't know how to turn it on or off yet." Lydia looks at Stiles.

"I still don't know how to do it and I've been a Banshee a lot longer." Julia takes a seat.

"Jennifer seemed surprised that I was a Banshee, so why did she try to kill me?" Lydia asks confused.

"We need to find out why. What do you know that I don't?" Julia asks her before the three head to school.

At school, Lydia was frustrated that Aiden wasn't texting her back. Isaac ends up texting Stiles about Allison's dad. The news ends up sending Stiles into a panic attack which Julia notices immediately.

"Stiles, what is it?" Lydia asks him.

"He's having a panic attack." Julia takes his hand leading him down the hall to the locker room where it there wasn't anyone but them and Lydia.

"Hey, hey, breathe. Try to breathe. Focus on me, look at me." Julia grabs his hands forcing him to look at her, "Remember when you helped me with mine at Scott's house?" Julia smiles a bit but it wasn't helping him so she wraps her arms around him hoping a hug would work like it did for her then.

"I can't stop, Julia." His voice cracks so she moves back cupping his face so he would look into her eyes.

"Look at me. You can. I know you can." She smiles before leaning in to kiss him gently till he was clam again.

As she pulled back slowly they just stared at each other completely forgetting Lydia was just standing on the side watching them.

"How'd you know that would work?" He asks her taken back.

"I read once when I used to have mine that holding your breath could stop one." She smiles with tears in her eyes, "I didn't know how to get you to hold yours so I kissed you hoping it would work."

"I held my breath?" He keeps his eyes locked with hers.

"You did." She nods her head wiping her tears away.

Stiles tears up again, "Thank you." He pulls her into a tight hug, "I'm lucky you're smart." He makes her laugh.

"If she was really smart she would tell you to sign up for a few sessions with the guidance counselor." Lydia speaks up finally so the two pull out of their hug.

"Morrell." Stiles says so him and Julia get up from the floor and the three rush out to go see her.

They rush into the Guidance Office to find Danielle waiting for Ms. Morrell. She says Stiles and Lydia will have to wait because she's got some serious issues to work on. Danielle says she's been waiting for 20 minutes for the counselor and points out that it's weird because Morrell is never late. Lydia agrees, saying she was seeing the councilor at the beginning of the semester. Stiles concludes she is not late, she is missing.

Stiles says he wants to know what Morrell knows and starts to search through her desk. There are two framed photos, both of young children, on the desk. Stiles comes up with Lydia's file and finds a number of drawings of the same tree. It is the same exact tree over and over again on several pages.

"Wait, I basically draw the same thing but upside." Julia pulls out her notebook and flips through her pages to show basically the same thing.

"Okay; you can have my session. You girls got bigger issues." Danielle leaves them.

"What is this?" Lydia asks scared.

"Stiles, the last one I drew..." She shows him she went into detail about what's under the roots, "It's the root cellar."

"That's where they are." Stiles looks at her.

The three rush off to find the Nemeton but Stiles is called by the McCall. Stiles sends Lydia and Julia to Derek since both he and Peter have been to the root cellar before.

Arrives at Derek's loft and there is an awkward moment when Lydia sees Peter for the first time since she brought him back from the dead, "Derek, we have visitors." Peter calls out.

"We know where the parents are. Jennifer has them in the root cellar. If I remember correctly, you've both been there." Julia enters the loft.

"Yes, but we don't know where it is. Talia- Derek's mother and my older sister, decided that she didn't ever want us going back. She knew how dangerous it was and took the memory of its location from us." Peter tells the girls.

"Then how are we supposed to find it?" Lydia asks him.

Stiles, Julia, Lydia, Allison and Isaac join Deaton at the Animal Clinic as they try to work out how to find the Nemeton. Stiles believes it must be on a telluric current or at the convergence of the currents. Allison says Gerard claims he can't remember the location although he and Chris had been there once before. Deaton says there might be a way to do it but that it is dangerous and that they'll need Scott.

At the animal clinic, three large tubs filled with ice water and mistletoe are waiting. Deaton asks if Scott Stiles and Allison have brought something personal that belongs to their parents. Stiles had his father's badge. Allison had a silver bullet made by her father. Scott had a Timex watch. He said it was given to his mother by his father and that Melissa jokes it was the only thing about the marriage that worked.

Deaton explains that the three will serve as surrogate sacrifices for their parents. The plan means the three friends will be dead for a few seconds before Deaton brings them back. Their deaths will supercharge the Nemeton and that will attract supernatural creatures to Beacon Hills. Deaton also says dying will take a personal toll on the trio. They will be left with a permanent darkness around their hearts.

"Each of us will hold you down until you're essentially... Well, dead. But it's not just someone to hold you under. It needs to be someone who can pull you back. Someone that has a strong connection to you. A kind of emotional tether." Deaton tells the three, "Lydia, you're with Allison and Isaac you'll stand next to her. I'm with Scott, and Julia is with Stiles." He adds.

"Really?" Julia asks surprised Lydia didn't get him and Isaac wasn't with Allison since she could tell they were sorta liking each other.

"Yes," He says making Stiles and Julia to look at each other.

They each slip in the tubs. Through shivers and chattering teeth, Stiles informs them that Scott's father is in town. Each of their tethers reach out and push them under the water.

Hours pass and the three were still in the tubs while the other four waited patiently, "Deaton..." Julia walks over to him as he was in the front, "Why did you pair me with Stiles and not my sister?" She asks him.

He gives her a look, "Are you seriously asking me why?"

"Well, yeah. You said someone that has a strong connection to them. An emotional tether... Who better for Stiles then Lydia? He's been in love with her since the third grade. I'm still a recently new friend to him. It's been only like a year..."

"But to the two of you it doesn't feel like just a year. Believe it or not, you're the perfect person to pull him back. Y'all's connection is almost stronger than his and Scotts." Deaton walks away leaving her alone.

Julia takes a seat on counter before rubbing her temples mumbling to herself, "You have feelings for Stiles don't you?" Isaac joins her side.

"I don't know the answer to that question anymore, honestly." She turns her head to look at him, "In the past, I would've laugh and said no and meant it. Now, if I do that... I don't know if I'm lying or telling the truth." She laughs at herself, "I shouldn't though."

"Why not? I like Allison when I shouldn't."

"Because when I fully admit I have feeling for him it will just kill me. Isaac, I'm never gonna be his pick as long as Lydia exists. He's been in love with her since the third grade." Julia tears up.

"What he has is a one sided love, and that isn't real love. Love is a bond shared between people, Julia. Lydia doesn't love him since he's just a friend." Isaac tells her.

"When did you become a love expert?" Julia laughs at him.

"I'm not, I'm just stating the obvious. I have my friends back." He pulls her into his side.

[intercoursefluids]

WDIB Chapter 19

A few hours had passed, everyone else had woken up and breakfast had been eaten.

Alya had sat Marinette down and gone through everything that had happened since she had fainted with her. Which had honestly helped a lot more than Marinette would like to admit.

It had helped break everything down in smaller parts that Marinette had been able to absorb and accept much easier than she had before.

And she’d been officially introduced to Clark, her biological father.

He seemed nice at least, a little awkward but who was she to judge?

He was also massive.

Around the same size her Papa had been.

Which did not make her feel better about her own height.

“So, do you have any questions for me?” Clark asked, hunched down on one of the small chairs in front of Marinette.

Marinette pursed her lips, hugging her knees to her chest.

Obviously, she had questions.

How had they not noticed she had been stolen? (They were incredibly stressed out and lied to.)

When they found out about the other missing babies how did they not consider her to be one? (No one ever wants to consider themselves a victim, especially of something so horrific.)

Did they even want her? Or did they feel obligated?

So many questions, so many answers she could put together without even needing to ask.

“Why did you come?” She asked instead.

Clark blinked, surprised.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Marinette didn’t know what to do with that answer.

It told her so much and so little at the same time.

She decided to change tactics.

“Who… Who else is there? In the uh, the family.” Marinette asked instead.

Clark smiled at her, grabbing for his phone.

“Would you like to see some pictures?” He asked.

Turns out, Marinette had another set of grandparents, a cousin named Kara, another brother named Conner (Kon for short), and her biological mother.

Marinette was looking at the photo of her family taking in the details of the family she didn’t know existed.

A small part of her wanted to reject them. To pretend they never existed.

But her Maman and Papa wouldn’t have wanted that.

They would have wanted her to go where she was loved. To meet and connect with the family she had been stolen from.

Marinette had no doubt that, if they were still alive, Marinette’s Maman and Papa would have tried to find a way that they could all be together.

A family in Paris and a family in the United States turning into one big family.

Marinette zoomed in on one of the people in the photo, her biological mother apparently.

She looked… Oddly familiar.

Not in the way Clark and Jon did, but like she’d seen her before. In person.

“Hey, Alya? Who is this?” Marinette asked, tilting the phone towards her best friend.

Alya looked up from her furious battle with online strangers to answer Marinette’s question.

“Hm? Oh, Lois Lane. Why?” She asked, turning back to her online fight.

Marinette hummed, zooming back out to look at the rest of her family.

“Ah, she looked familiar. Apparently, that’s my biological mother.”

Alya’s phone clattered to the ground.

After Alya’s freak out, the day had turned back to the tentative calm the group had established.

Bruce and Clark had gone out to get everyone lunch and it was just the teenagers in the hotel room.

“I bet I can make them cry.” Damian said, fighting the same online stranger as Alya.

“Bet I can do it first.” Alya shot back, sending her next scathing remark.

“Should we… Should we try to stop them?” Adrien asked, stretched out on the bed with an ice pack on his throat.

Nino look at him, Alya and Damian, and back to him.

“Do you really want to try?” He asked skeptically.

Adrien pursed his lips.

“Didn’t think so.”

Damian paused in his typing, reading the message that was sent and looking back to Adrien.

“The test results came back, we are brothers. Also, the restaurant is out of sushi, Father wants to know if you want him to wait for them to make more or if he should get you something else.”

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[worldismyne]

Great points on Ragnarok, sad that it gets explored rarely, with all the nuances. The closest is that one cringey fancomic, Soul eater post, or whatever it's called, where I think there is a simmilar thing, with a whole soap opera melodrama breakdown from Ragnarok, where he says "All my life my choice was to either die or become a monster that is atleast powerful, and now all that is left is a comic relief freak who can't even go where he wants and what he wants"

I've never read Soul Eater Post (when I reach for fanfic it's usually to scratch a shipping itch lol), but I've seen upload announcements for it on here. Mad respect to anyone that dedicated to writing something that is that long. It's super easy to get discouraged when uploading serially.

If I were to have Ragnarok finally break down, I think I would do it quietly.

Have Chrona going about how tentatively excited they are to have friends while winding down from a school day and as they're verbalizing the half formed plans they have for the school year. It finally sets in that without Medusa around, someone else is still going to be calling the shots, so he asks...

"Are you going to get rid of me?"

It's a simple question, but Chrona would be able to physcially feel the weight of it. A rapid pulse that wasn't their"s and dread that winds up like a spring. It should be an easy question to answer, but when Chrona has to think about it a few seconds too long, it's clear it hadn't crossed their mind before.

"I see."

By then Chrona would have fully processed the question and freaked out. There's excuses of course and appologies for just assuming he wanted to keep training. Until Chrona finally asks if there's anything he'd like to do in the coming days.

"Whatever you want."

And it chills them.

Because he spoke in a tone that had previously been reserved for Medusa.

[thegreatimpersonator]

Thank you so much for being okay with it, I know how draining this topic can be. I recently saw a post that said "you shouldn't stop being friends with someone just because they did something wrong but actually tell them that they were being wrong because that's just how they're gonna realise it" and I really think that fits with me and taylor. I know she's not my friend but she has had this force in my life for so many years that I basically see her as my friend. That might sound parasocial but I really am not parasocial. I'm not one of the people who are obsessed with her you know speculating on every aspect of her life and thinking you know her so well. What I mean when I say I see her as a friend is that I say stuff like "I love her". Now with the whole stuff that happened this year (m*tty) I wasn't proud of her, I was pretty mad and disappointed. But then there was this "I'm sure she doesn't mean it that way! I'm sure she isn't a bad person! She has done bad decisions but she isn't evil just because she was near that guy doesn't mean she is okay with everything he represents" and I know these thoughts don't justify what she did. But now again I always ask myself if she really did such a bad crime? I know she did something problematic but does that automatically mean she hates pocs, muslims, jews, lgbtq etc people? And I always think the answer to that question is no because she for sure is immature and a white feminist but a people hater? I wouldn't say that. And this is where I don't know what to feel about her because I don't want to hate her or unstan her for that one month nonsense and I probably won't but these thoughts always come up in my head. It's mostly because of the fact that she had such a big impact on my life and she's known for being one of the kindest celebrities so it'd beweird to think that that was always a lie. And now back to the quote I mentioned up there. I really think it represents my "relationship" with taylor cause sure she's not a real friend she doesn't know me and I don't know her but in this case if we say she'd be my friend I shouldn't just stop being friends with her which means unstanning her but actually tell her she's being wrong for her to be better next time. And I know holding her accountable doesn't make a difference in her life unless it's just the minority who does it but at least I have a great feeling that I'm able to hold people accountable that I really like. Look I'm 20 years old and without sounding parasocial I really do lover taylor. I wish she'd understand she did something wrong and apologise for it but at the same time if almlsy no one tells her that she's not gonna find that out. I know she's a grown adult who should be able to see what's right and wrong but I have such a weak spot for her that I would just be worried for her no matter what she did. For example this whole overexposure of her life right now. I know she knows what she's doing but I just can't stop myself from being worried for her because I don't want her to get hurt in any sense.

I could talk about this forever but I will stop here otherwise you're going to freak out. But I just want to know if I'm being unreasonable or if my worries are justified

I completely understand what you mean. I think that whole situation with M*tty really was the breaking point for a lot of people, a lot of people finally saw her as the performative person she can be. Her getting on a stage and calling herself an ally all while dating someone who says slurs and spews hate speech was truly insane to me and a lot of others.

I agree with what you said about how her having whatever that moment was with him doesn’t mean she meant any direct harm to those groups, it’s not even comparable to what he does, but it is still inexcusable and hurtful. And that’s where the complex and conflicting feelings come in.

If you love something you want it to grow and better itself, whether it’s people or whatever else, we have no idea who Taylor truly is as a person, but we love what we believe the concept of Taylor is and we care. I dont think it’s a dangerous thing to be that level of parasocial, she’s told us for over a decade that she cares about us and we’ve done things as a collective that show we care about her. It’s not strange at all to want to her to better herself in these aspects of being a better person.

I think it all comes down to being a responsible, mature consumer of media and fandom. No one is going to be perfect and spotless in the eyes of everyone, but particularly celebrities bring it to a very problematic level. Celebrities are public figures and their actions have such stronger affects than the average person, plus whatever they present publicly is what they are okay with being in their life, so Taylor showed she was okay with that man’s terrible behavior. I think to remember that and acknowledge that she is very much a white feminist who does not stand up for others and can be very hypocritical at times is a really healthy mindset to have, acknowledge she definitely has her flaws and not see her as a perfect god, not give her the benefit of the doubt when that just means turning a blind eye to her harmful actions and making up excuses for her. No human being is immune to criticism.

As long as you can acknowledge all of her flaws and not be one of those fans who defends her at every turn and ignored the red flags she has constantly waved in the air then it’s perfectly fine to remain a fan. It’s still completely reasonable to have empathy for her and be worried about her well being or what might happen in the future due to this insane over exposure that’s happening. You don't wanna see someone who might have helped you through so many rough times go through one themselves. It’s complicated and that’s perfectly fine, one day you can love her and others she can do some things to piss you off, there can be mixed emotions.