#hes literally being paid and is supposed to be copying

[magnuficentwo]

[Wakes up] Hey, do you ever think about Handsome Jack and wonder if he ever felt jealous of his doppelgangers ? I think he did. I think sometimes he would look out to see someone who looks and acts so much like him, someone meant to be an exact copy of the man he presents himself as, but they just Feel better. Not that they are better; no one could ever beat the real deal, after all, but something about their performance sets them aside from him, and it bothers him a lot. Because they are different people with different experiences, maybe it impacts how they perceive certain actions and niceties, and maybe that means they're just a little bit better at some things than he is, but he can't for the life of him figure out what it is. Kindness seems to come to so many of them so easily, the kind of charitability that a superhero has while saving the day, and he yearns to be able to do that as effortlessly as they do, but it just doesn't come naturally to him. He has to really try to be kind like that, and it drives him mad how hard it is. It makes sense on paper and it makes sense if he logics it out, but actually going through with it is too difficult. He's stuck in place because he's missing the one component he needs to finish a transaction and it frustrates him to no end. Handsome Jack looks at his doppelgangers who pretend to be him and thinks, for an agonizing second, wounding his ego in the process, "Why can't that be me. They are already pretending to be me, but they're not, they're like a better version of a man I already am". And then he tries not to think about it as hard as he physically can. But sometimes it lingers. Sometimes, he wonders if maybe the issue isn't with them being better; it's with him. He is a prototype to be improved on, while they're the shiny new models ready to go out and do things. But he doesn't want to be like that ! He can't be ! He's the main attraction, he's what's being sold here, so he can't possibly need improvement. Sure, he's jealous of how easily it seems for these people to slip into his own skin and personality without having to go through the agony it took for him to mold it, and he hates how it seems like people enjoy having conversations with them more than they do with Him, The Real Guy, but surely. Surely. SURELY it's nothing to be examined. He doesn't need to look into it that much. He's fine. Everything is fine. Anyway,

[he4dliner]

SUMMER'S ON rafe cameron x reader - camp counselors!au

cw: (1.2k) foul language (don't curse in front of kids, guys) weird teenager angst & no romance in this one (i think i'll make this a series...) rafe is a jerk, maybe he likes you??? snotty spoiled children (serious warning)

a/n: i tried to reread this & catch spelling/grammar/plot mistakes, but i can't promise anything lol (my first post!!!! reblogs are vvvvv appreciated!!!)

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It was only the third week of working at the rich-kid sleepaway summer camp and already the kids here were pretending to be sick. 

You’d decided to take this job cause it was gonna pay well and 6-year-olds couldn’t possibly be that difficult to handle. 

Especially at a fun summer camp.

Right?

Wrong. 

Not all, but a good chunk of the anklebiters were spoiled brats. And on top of that, your co-counselor used to be one himself.  Still is, actually.

The co-counselor in question?

Rafe Cameron. 

Notoriously rich asshole. 

Why, of all places, would he decide to work at a summer camp?  Did he just want to corrupt an entire generation of kids? 

He certainly wasn’t trying to change their behavior. Rafe gave the kids whatever they wanted to end tantrums, much to your chagrin. Hardly helping the children learn what the word “no” means. 

Unfortunately, he was the only counselor on duty with keys to the nurse’s cabin when three grubby kids decided to come whine to you about ‘being sick”.

And by 'on duty', it meant he was leaning on the wall of the Mess hall building, on his phone. 

He was supposed to be back at the soccer field, helping- rather- doing his job. 

But of course not. 

"Cameron.” You tried after a minute of him ignoring your presence, holding the hand of the two girls grumbling by your side, the boy walking behind you, literally on your heels. “Need some help here.”

Rafe didn’t look up as he continued typing. “Is someone on fire?”

“No.”

“Bleeding?”

You had to take a breath to control your urge to just dump the kids at his feet and let him deal with their fake sniffles. “Cameron, just unlock the nurse’s for me.”

Looking up with his head first, then dragging his eyes from his phone he sighed. “Damn, alright.” Rafe whistled to himself- asshole- as he slipped his phone in his pocket. One of the girls by your side, Avery, eyed it. 

“Mister Cameron, do you play games on your phone?”

“Mister Cameron” shot her a look so foul that you almost felt bad for her, but she then immediately started whining again, “I wanna go home,” which then made the other two kids join. Rafe, of course, didn’t bother to fuckin help, save for silently unlocking and opening the door to the nurse office- again, he was being paid to do this. 

The two girls flung themselves at the beanbag chairs inside and the boy quite literally dropped himself to the ground, all three of the 6-year-olds moaning and groaning over some make-believe maladies. You didn’t even bother to check if Rafe stayed to help you. 

“All of you, go sit on the blue chairs, I’m going to take your temperatures.” 

The three guilty whiners, Avery, Nicolette, and Braxton, all made various sounds of what could only be described as overdramatic sniffles, slinking over to the chairs and pulling themselves onto them. 

“Here,” a voice said, handing over a pack of one-use thermometers. 

You blinked, and with a glance up, your eyes widened in surprise to see Rafe still there. “…thanks.” You took it, wondering what he was on about.  

You had each child put one under their tongue.  and as expected: all were within normal range.  So, you responded to a text of another counselor asking if they were leaving for the day with a “no.” 

“Okay, back to the field, soccer is still goin’ on,” you said to them, ushering the children out, hyper-aware of Rafe’s silent presence in the room. 

Shortly after returning the children to the soccer game, you realized you’d left your phone in the nurse's office. On the way back to retrieve it, Penelope- one of the few sweet kids in your group, ran up to you. “Miss, I feel sick.” She mumbled. 

You sighed- you just did this with three other kids. 

But, pressing a hand to her forehead, your posture stiffened when you realized her head was actually burning up. 

“Well, uh- let's go inside, sweetheart,” you murmured, ushering her into the nurse’s office- Rafe looking up from his phone at the two of you. 

He hadn’t moved since you’d left.

You sat Penelope on one of the chairs and unlocked a cabinet, grabbing one of the thermometer packs. With a bit- a lot- of struggle attempted to pull one of the plastic-sealed baggies from the rest. 

“Never thought I’d see a plastic bag win a fight with a woman.” Rafe’s voice came, and you didn’t need to turn to know he had a stupid smirk on his face. 

“Care to help, for once?” You held them out halfway, not expecting for him to walk over and actually rip off one of the packs with his teeth, and hand the freed thermometer to you. 

“My pleasure.” He muttered before you could make out a stammered thanks, and sat himself on one of the kid-sized bean bags. 

“Alright, honey, say ‘ah’.” You turned back to Penelope. Fever of 99.7. Damn. “She’s sick,” you called to the man-child in the corner. 

“I’ll call it in.” He sighed. 

“I’ll do it, she’s in my group.” 

“Thought you wanted me to help?” 

“Yeah, but my job is to call in sick kids from my group.” 

“...Fine. Have it your way.” 

See? Spoiled child. Can’t play nice for more than a minute. 

With a few more minutes, you called the office and Penelope’s mother, and sent her to go wait with the actual nurse ’til her mom got here. “Bye-bye Mister Rafe.” Penelope mumbled. “Bye-bye,” she added to you, hugging your leg. Aw. 

“Bye sweetheart, feel better.” You stroked her hair and softly sent her walking to the nurse, and finally, you could leave. 

You grabbed your phone again and were going through it as you walked, before your head met the warm- solid- chest of, you guessed it, Rafe. 

“Shit, sorry, I- why are you standing here?” 

“Why’re you so rude to me?”

 You blinked. Hard.  “I’m rude? To you?” 

Rafe nodded.  “If my work here was so bad, I’d have been fired already,” he added gruffly. 

You couldn't help the scoff that came from your throat. “You roll your eyes at me, you’re always on your phone, you avoid working with me whenever you can, you undermine my authority- you literally gave a kid Legos after I told him that playtime was over!” 

Rafe's eyes were focused on yours, unwavering, his arms pulled tight across his chest. “You were complaining about having a headache. I was sparing you a tantrum.”

You couldn’t believe it. What? Why? What the hell was going on? 

“I’m- I- I’m too tired for this, goodbye.”  

“I took your dinner shift.” He called after you, turning to watch you leave. “So you could sleep. I can give it back?” 

What?

You turn, mulch grinding under your heel. “Why?” 

There was a flicker of something in his eyes before it went away, his face cold as ever. 

“So- so maybe you’d stop bein’ a bitch.” 

Then without letting you work a response out past your jaw dropping, went back into the nurse’s office and shut the door- again, he was the only one with the keys to it. You couldn't go back in and yell at him if you wanted to. 

“Asshole.” 

You muttered other expletives to yourself as you walked away, back to the sounds of children running haphazardly around the soccer field. 

Rafe watched you silently from the window. His phone blew up in his hand, texts from his friends coming in. “YOO SO did she like the shift thing or na???”

eek! my first post!!! honestly i dunno what to think of it, its something i cranked out while waiting for my friend at a cafe. i rlly hope you guys like it!!!

please please please (sabrina carpenter reference?) reblog because it would mean so much to me!!! (maybe i should continue this as a series?)

[vxperorchist]

Can I request, s/o ask for Intimidation act/ tips, (Cyno, Xiao, Tartaglia) they want to learn how to make a stone cold face/or a glare to scare of mens that won't leave them alone, but s/o failed miserably end up looking cute instead of intimidating.

Intimidation Act! (Cyno, Xiao, Tartaglia X Gn! Reader)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of being harassed?

I love this request so much bro it's so cute

I saw it and I was like "oh absolutely"

AND I am so sorry this took forever to upload. I was kind of in a slump BUT I'm back!

Cyno

Cyno was quite literally known for his expression, he seemed so intimidating to those who didn't know him. Luckily for you, you knew him better than anyone, and you knew how easy it was to get past his stone cold expression.

"Hey Cyno, you're always told how intimidating you look. How do I look intimidating as well?" You asked, hovering around him in your shared house.

You slung your arms over his shoulders from behind, wrapping them around his chest.

He turned his head to you, he had never thought of how he actually managed to look intimidating, as it wasn't his intention. His eyes were blank with thought.

"I'm not sure, it comes naturally for me I suppose."

He admitted blandly, no help to you whatsoever. "My demeanor probably isn't desirable; people have deemed me unapproachable." He frowned, recalling his multiple instances of people being scared of him.

"Well General Mahamatra, I think people just need to get past that demeanor of yours to see how sweet you truly are, however, I want that intimidating demeanor."

He scoffed at the name you called him and your stubbornness for something so dumb, like being intimidating. "Just frown more." He suggested, but just doing that wouldn't make you scary, just mean looking.

"Oh! I'll lock eye contact too, it makes people nervous." You added, trying the method onto your boyfriend. You ended up keeping a straight face and staring at him in the eyes. It ended up making you more nervous then anything.

"Your eyes are too pretty to be scary." He commented, smiling at you as he was maintaining eye contact with you so easily, almost as if he was reading your every thought.

He stood there with his arms crosses, shoulders pulled back and head angled. You had made many observations on him, but it was hard to copy him without looking stupid.

He seemed so effortlessly good at it as the two of you stood there for a solid few seconds, staring each other down. You came out the loser in the silent intimidation battle, your cheeks warming as he watched your every move.

"Is there a reason as to why you're trying to copy me?" He asked genuinely, readjusting his posture to be much less intimidating.

"I don't know, the merchants around Caravan Ribat make me uncomfortable sometimes, I wish they were scared of me so they wouldn't talk to me." You looked up at him, knowing most people in the desert would avoid his gaze and presence.

"Do you have names? I can make sure they're taken care of and never look at you again." His demeanor shifted to that of your gentle boyfriend, to that of his duty as Mahamatra.

"I'll be okay." You laughed at his protectiveness. Dehya already had everything covered, and always had a protective eye over you.

"I'll make sure I go with you next time, if you can't scare them off, I most certainly will." He placed a light kiss to your forehead, ending off your night.

Xiao

Xiao in many ways, was utterly terrifying. Even you were admittedly scared of him when the two of you had first met. He knew how he acted, and he paid no mind to how people perceived him. The only opinion that really mattered to him was yours.

He noticed you had been acting different as of recently. He knew your every mannerism, he was amazingly observant, and could tell when something was off.

"You're underestimating Adepti if you think I can't tell when something is different about you. What is it?"

He was onto you. You weren't acting entirely different, but a slight shift into anything revolving around you would go noticed by your adeptus.

"Your interactions are changing. Why is that?" He asked blandly. You knew how he acted and how he felt were two different things. You could understand his concern, but he would never show it.

You were scared to mention what was actually troubling you as of recently. He waited patiently for a response as you hesitated to tell him what was going on.

"I've just been bothered by a few locals. They keep harassing me in a way and I tried to take after you, I asked myself what would you do, but you don't even get harassed! People are scared of you, so I tried to copy your mannerisms."

He wanted to smile at your confession, but he couldn't put aside the part you mentioned being harassed. He was naturally protective over you, and this had really sent him over the edge.

"Where are they?" He asked, keeping everything straight to the point. He didn't need to know anything more, and even if you didn't tell him, he would find out himself.

"Xiao, it's really fine." You tried arguing with him, but it was no use. You brushed his hand lightly, it didn't go unnoticed, but he had a goal.

The next morning, he returned to you, with acts of service being his love language, he came back with a new set of flowers set on your desk.

You were upset he disappeared last night, but he was a free spirit you couldn't control.

"What happened last night?" You asked him, scared of the answer you would receive.

"I dealt with the worthless individuals." He replied blunt as ever, standing in your doorframe.

"If you ever run into trouble like that, you're supposed to call my name." You sighed, you knew you should have, but didn't want to trouble him with something like that.

"Can you teach me how to be less approachable?"

"I'm not a teacher."

You had your answer, and he was stubborn.

If he wouldn't be your teacher, you would teach yourself. You kept copying his mannerisms, and he'd roll his eyes every time he caught you doing it.

He thought it was cute, but would never admit that to you, a mortal.

At the end of the day when the two of you came back to each other and you could let your guard down, he loved seeing your smile more than anything. It brought him light to the dark life he lived.

Childe

Tartaglia was both one of the least intimidating people you knew, and most. He had his moments he could turn up the heat, making his subordinates weak in the knees, but you also knew him as the sweet, gentle, boy he could also be.

He tried his best to hide his harbinger side from you, as that wasn't your burden to deal with, but it was a part of him you couldn't ignore.

You couldn't ignore the way some of his subordinates looked at you when you were around him while he was working. Their stares made you uncomfortable, and you could hear them whispering disturbing things under their breath.

They should have known much better then to talk about a harbingers partner, as they had worked out for absolutely no one.

Tartaglia was observant, but a little oblivious to the situation, and you had tried your best to ignore it as well. You tried the tactic of an RBF, which only worked a little bit.

"It's like you're taking after me, I see the way you look at my subordinates, I've never seen you look so intimidating!" He was just a little dense.

"They make me uncomfortable." You admitted finally, and he stopped dead in his tracks as the two of you were talking while sparring.

"What do you mean? Have they done something?" He put his bow away quickly and walked over to you, caught off guard by the new information.

"Its's nothing I can't handle; they've just been staring and what not."

"Who?" He asked, almost sounding like a demand. He caught himself before he got snappy, taking a deep inhale.

You giggled at his reaction, running a hand through his hair. "Like I said, nothing I couldn't handle."

"They're still alive, so they weren't handled." He removed your hand from his hair, kissing it as he released it.

"Point them out to me, and I'll keep them after training next time."

You knew he wouldn't hesitate to harm, or even kill someone for you, but would he do it to his own subordinate?

Long story short, the group that had made you uncomfortable were never seen again under Tartaglia's supervision.

A few weeks later, he had started subtly advising you on ways to intimidate someone. Between eye contact, posture, and manipulation, intimidation was one of the many things he had been trained on as a harbinger.

He'd watch as you had started to copy him, standing by his side standing as tall as you could, (even if you weren't very tall.)

He was proud of himself for teaching you so well, and proud of you for learning. You weren't very scary, but he knew he was, so regardless, people would be scared if they saw him by your side.

You'd exclaim to him excitedly when his subordinates would avoid your eye contact, but in reality, he had threatened them. He loved the way you'd light up, and if all he had to do was threatened his snotty subordinates, he'd do it a million times over.

[hello-nichya-here]

My love for MJ aside, speaking purely as someone who is looking into all the accusations against him and trying to be as unbiased as possible, it's CRAZY how the fans are labeled as being "in denial about the truth" when they are clearly correct in saying there's more than enough proof of his innocence.

Literally EVERYTHING is on Michael's side: eye-witnesses, videos, recorded phone calls, documents, and well-over a decade of FBI investigations, all of which contradict every single part of the stories about the supposed child abuse.

The proof of his innocence goes from "The pictures police took of Michael's genitals did not match the description the kid provided" to "This family that claims Michael kidnapped them and forced them to sell all their stuff, including their house, so they'd be dependent on him was confirmed to be lying since they still owned all the things they said they were forced to sell", all the way to "Michael wasn't even in the same country as the supposed victim at the time, and in fact, the very ROOM in which the the abuse allegedly happened did not even exist yet"

Not to mention proof that first "victim" (Jordan Chandler) was coerced by his abusive father into accusing Michael, that the family of the second "victim" (Gavin Arvizo) already having a history of scams that included lying about sexual abuse, and the Leaving Neverland documentary (that talks about the alledged abuse of James Safechuck and Wade Robson) was discovered to be copying an erotic book written by a confessed pedophile that wanted to share his fantasies about Michael abusing children.

Meanwhile all the people who say he was guilty have as proof is "Well, I saw an interview with the pedo that wrote that pornographic book and assumed it was true" or "I heard on a TV show 30 years ago that he was guilty and paid hush money to the victims and never checked that the investigation was still going and that the boy was even allowed to testify in court if he wanted to" or "This maid that was fired for stealing stuff from Michael's home claims she saw him molesting Jordan Chandler in Neverland - even though Jordan says he was abused during the tour, not in Neverland, so even if you were to believe his story you'd still have to assume this woman is lying."

It really is no wonder the 1993 and 2013 allegations did not even managed to get a proper trial with how little there was to work with, and the 2005 one led to Michael being found innocent of all charges in record time - I strongly suspect that if it wasn't for the former case, it wouldn't even have made it to court in the first place either with how nonsensical it was.

[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 protector: chapter nineteen

synopsis: " you were supposed to stay a crewate, just another back to watch, " he tightened his hold, " i didn't even notice the change until i woke up one day and realized i'd take a bullet for you "

cw: violence, gore, fighting, mature themes, profanity, MAJOR/MINOR ANIME SPOILERS, follows the plot of the anime, slowww burn.

a/n: reposting from another account

After being out at sea for a few more days, the crew ran into this man named Bon Clay.

He had the Clone-Clone fruit which gave him the power to copy the voice and face of anyone, so long as he touched his cheek before changing.

When he left, Vivi revealed that he was actually Mr. 2, and that him, along with all of Baroque Works, were heading to Alabasta for the takeover.

So the crew, including Vivi and Karoo, drew an X on their arm to keep from being tricked by Bon Clay, and then started going full speed ahead for Alabasta.

When you made it there, Luffy took off to find some food, and Usopp led everyone to this secluded area of town to wait for Sanji and Chopper to come back with clothes and food.

But now they were back, and the mission could really begin.

"Wow! This is beautiful," Nami marveled, twirling in her long, flowy skirt.

"I love it!"

"Yeah. Well, I know I asked you to pick out some clothes for us, but these were made for dancer girls," Vivi sheepishly smiled, turning to Sanji.

"Oh, Vivi! You're a vision!" he fawned, his eyes quite literally growing to the size of hearts.

"But commoners wouldn't wear this," she sighed.

"But aren't dancers common?"

"We're crossing a desert..."

"Don't worry, my darling, if you get tired, I'll just carry you."

"This is pointless."

"You made a nice pick, Sanji," you smiled, turning to look behind you, "The back's nice and open so I can still fly."

"Of course, (y/n), my angel! You're gorgeous!" Sanji smiled.

You could hear Zoro huff in the background, muttering something about a "stupid, ero-cook", but you paid it no mind.

"Now take a look at you guys. Compared to the lovely ladies you guys look like sloppy bandits," Sanji smirked, turning to Zoro and Usopp.

"You might wanna look in a mirror," Zoro rolled his eyes, taking a bite of his ham melon.

"But now that we have our supplies, you ready to head to Yuba!" Usopp smiled, jumping up from his seat.

"Yeah!" everyone cheered, standing up as well.

You all were excited until you realized.

"Are we missing somebody?" Usopp asked.

Everyone groaned, "Luffy!"

Just then, a huge horde of marines ran past your rocks, everyone taking a big step back so they weren't seen.

"It's the marines," Zoro glared.

"I wonder what's got them so excited," Usopp stated.

"I'm sure it's nothing. They're probably just chasing some idiot pirate," Sanji waved off.

"Some idiot pirate?!" everyone exclaimed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" a familiar voice shouted, running past, the sound of marines not too far behind it.

"IT'S LUFFY!" 

Luffy doubled back and caught a glimpse of Zoro, who was peeking out from behind the rock.

"Hey, Zoro! What's up!" Luffy smiled.

'IDIOT!'

"Oh, so that's where you guys have been!" he began running over.

"No, you idiot! Get rid of them first!" Zoro hissed.

"They're coming! What should we do?!" Usopp cried.

"RUN!" you exclaimed, throwing a sack over your shoulder and flying off, keeping up with Luffy who just ran past.

"WAIT UP!" Everyone shouted, picking up something and quickly running after.

"You can fall back now, men! That Strawhat is mine to finish!" a familiar voice ordered.

'No way. Is that—'

"White Glove!"

"Luffy!"

"Heat Haze!

Smoker's smoky fist collided with a wall of fire, which was whipping and turning with a mind of its own.

But as it died down, it revealed to be a man. A man who Luffy seemed to recognize.

"That you, Ace?" Luffy asked.

"Haven't changed a bit, Luffy. We'll have time to chat later. Get your crew outta here," Ace smirked.

Luffy nodded, leading the rest of you away.

"Hold up, Luffy, tell us who that guy is!" Nami panted.

"Yeah, do you know him from somewhere?" Vivi added.

"Yeah! He's my big brother," Luffy smiled.

"BIG BROTHER?!" Everyone gasped, shocked.

The crew managed to make it back to the Merry, and were about to set sail, when you all realized something.

Your captain was missing.

Again.

"I have the strangest feeling we're forgetting something," Usopp stated.

"It's not something, it's some one," Nami groaned, slumping against the rail.

"That stupid moron!" Zoro exclaimed, facepalming.

"Don't worry, guys. I'll find him," you sighed.

"Special Technique: God's Messenger, Six Point."

Your feathers detached, floating before you to await orders.

"Find Luffy and bring him back to the Merry," you ordered.

They gave a quick wiggle before zipping off, splitting up to take different parts of town.

"I'll fly along with them to make the search go faster."

You unfurled your wings and shot off, going at top speed back towards the city.

And it wasn't long until you found Luffy and his brother walking down a road, piles of knocked out men laying behind them.

"Luffy!" you called, landing in front of him.

"Oh, hey, (y/n)," your captain smiled.

"You know this girl, Luffy?" Ace asked.

"Yup. She's part of my crew," Luffy nodded, throwing a stretchy arm around your shoulder, proudly.

"Nice to meet you," you smiled, holding out your hand to shake.

"Nice to meet you, too. Name's Ace. That's a pretty cool devil fruit you've got there," he smiled back, taking your hand and shaking it.

"Yup. I ate the Angel-Angel fruit so now I'm an Angel-Woman," you sheepishly rubbed the back of your head.

"You certainly are," Ace smirked, pulling your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

You blushed, averting your eyes from the handsome man as he let go of your hand.

"Hey, look! It's our ship," Luffy poked you turning to see the Merry pretty far out at sea.

"That is our ship. Guess I better fly us over there," you sighed.

"No worries! I got this!" He cheesed, stretching his arm so it grabbed the Merry, then wrapping the other one around your waist a bunch of times.

"WAIT! LUFFY, DOOOOOOOOON—!" But it was too late.

The boy had already rocketed the both of you to the Merry, slamming you two into the mast head first.

"LUFFY, WHAT THE HELL?!" Zoro shouted, shaking Luffy.

"I OUGHTA KICK YOU INTO NEXT WEEK FOR PULLING A STUNT LIKE THAT!" Sanji shouted as well, taking part in the shaking.

"Myyyyyyyyy baaaaaaaad. Sorrrrrrrrry, (y/nnnnnnnnnnnn)," Luffy blubbered in between.

"It's fine," you sighed, standing up and rubbing the area.

"Sorry about my brother. I know he can be quite a handful," Ace smiled, crouching on the edge of the Merry.

"No, not at all," everyone bowed.

"You're all good people," he nodded.

"Oh no! It's Baroque Works!" Usopp exclaimed, peering over the edge to see a whole bunch of Baroque Works ships.

"Leave it to me, Luffy," Ace assured, hopping into his fire-powered boat and heading towards them at full speed.

He proceeded to set their entire fleet on fire, leaving nothing but scrap wood to remain.

"HE ROASTED THEM!" Usopp screamed.

'Damn.'

"1562, 1563, 1564, 1565, 1566, 1567, 156... 9, 15—" "You seem to be pretty strong," Ace chimed from his seat on the yard.

"Huh?" you asked, turning to the man.

The crew had set sail for Yuba, and, coincidentally, that was Ace's destination as well.

So he was tagging along for the ride.

You were currently doing your strength workout for the day, part of the workout regimen Zoro made for you, when Ace spoke up.

"I've been watching you for a while. Gotta say, it takes a lot of strength to fly with thousand pound weights tied to your feet," he complimented.

"Thank you," you smiled, wiping some sweat from your brow, "I gotta stay strong to keep up with your brother."

"Yeah, he's a tough piece of work. But you are, too. You'd do great on my captain's crew," he added.

"Whitebeard's? Nah. The pirating life is only for me if I'm with Luffy," you politely declined, untying your weights and sitting down on the yard next to him.

"Fair enough. I see Luffy has that effect on people," he nodded.

'If he's a member of a big name crew like Whitebeard's, then maybe he knows something about Doflamingo.'

"Hey, Ace, do you know anything about a man named Doflamingo?" you asked, looking out into a distance.

His breath hitched, and he turned to you seriously.

"I've heard of him, but I don't know much. Pops doesn't really like him so I've never met the guy before. But, from what I last heard, he's in Dressrosa. And according to rumors, he practically owns the place," he answered.

Your eyes shot wide.

'No way. He's still there. I have a location. For the first time in 10 years, I have a lead. Cora. Traffy. I can finally avenge them both. I know where Doflamingo is. I can kill Doflamingo.'

"Woah, are you okay? If I knew I'd make you cry, I wouldn't have said anything," Ace asked, guiltily.

You were too deep in thought to realized that you were streaming tears.

"Luffy!" tou frantically called, unfurling your wings and flying off the yard, landing roughly on deck.

"(Y/n)? What's up? Why're you crying?" Luffy asked, cocking a brow as he turned away from his card game with Usopp and Chopper.

"(Y/n)? What's wrong?" Nami asked, stopping her conversation with Vivi and turning to you, worried.

It didn't take long for the entire crew, including Ace, to gather on deck, waiting for your response.

You quickly got down on your knees to bow before Luffy.

Everyone gasped, including Zoro, whose eyebrow was nearly to the sky at your display.

"Captain, I know we are currently on a mission to save Alabasta and help Vivi, and I have no problems with that. And I also know that you have your dream of becoming King of the Pirates, and I have no right to infringe on it," you started, Luffy looking a little confused.

"But I have to ask you if we can head to Dressrosa at some point during our journey. The man I have been looking for the past fourteen years is there, and I must meet him. If this isn't possible, which I will completely understand, then I must apologize and resign from the crew, and head off on my own instead."

Everyone on the crew was shocked, even Ace.

But the one that looked most shocked was Zoro.

He prided himself on being a man of reason and logic, but once he heard the words resign and head off come from your lips, his heart was sent into a frenzy.

You? Leave? 

You couldn't. 

You wouldn't. 

Why did this bother him so much?

"Leave the crew? (Y/n), you can't," Nami asked, sad.

"Yeah, what's so important about this man anyway? You got a great crew right here," Usopp chimed.

You heard their comments, but stayed in your position, awaiting your captain's response.

The rest of the crew turned to Luffy, waiting for the same thing.

"Of course we can! We can head there right after we help Vivi, no problem," Luffy assured with a smile.

Your breath hitched, and you slowly lifted your head, unsure if what you heard was true.

"You mean it?" you asked, wary.

"Totally! You don't have to bow, either. We're friends, remember. Just ask," he nodded.

You broke into a wide smile, and tackled your captain in a hug.

"Thank you, Luffy! Thank you! Thank you!" you beamed, squeezing him tight.

"No worries!" he cheesed, hugging you back.

"Y'know what that means. (Y/n) might be the first of us to achieve their goal," Sanji smirked.

"That's right! She did say it was her dream to find that Doflamingo guy," Usopp nodded.

"Guys, we're here!" Nami exclaimed with a smile.

"Alright! We're off to Yuba!" Luffy shouted, jumping up from the ground.

[ryn-halo26]

Welcome to the Sovereign Fan Club! [NB4A]

Why did I make this. Here's a script for Ryn, my silly president of the sovereign fan club. Tagging @puffin-smoke bc you made me make this /s Also tagging @literallyangelshaw @lancerthatisntfree @themonotonysyndrome @localpigeon22 bcI can :D also as a thanks for helping me

Newbie! Glad you could make it! Piko signed you into the club right?

[yes]

Great, hopefully she wasn't too much for you. Now, there's a lot going on here. As Piko's already told you, we have trivia, tierlists, brackets, etcetera. But all those require knowledge of the sovereigns themselves, since this is a fan club. Got it?

[Yes]

Nice. Ramble time, you wanna take a seat? Not literally though, I paid for those couches. Want a drink before we start? I've got Milo, Ice lemon tea, pepsi, 100 plus, Fanta, Root beer, mountain dew, yakult—

[Water]

J-just water? Uhm, don't think I keep any in the fridge, bottled water tastes like shit most of the time..

[Anything is fine then]

Anything? Sure, I can get you some iced tea too. Any brand preferences? Pokka? Seasons? Sovereigns forbid Lipton?

[I don't know any those brands]

Y-you don't.. you don't know those brands? Gee, guess you'll be getting a taste of perfection today then.

{Ryn goes to the "kitchen" area and opens the fridge. They come back with 2 bottles of Pokka ice lemon tea}

Here, don't drink it too quickly, you'll get sick.

{Ryn opens their bottle and takes a sip}

Alright, now for the yapping. Hope you're prepared, Newbie.

So, fucking forever ago, there were these beings called "Sovereigns", also referred to as Sky Gods and Conductors, these beings were the ultimate ruler of their branch of magic.

There were 19 of them. In alphabetical order, A'Ahnen, A'Xerahn, D'Deridahn, E'Laetum, Fel'Ees, G'Girehk, Jad'Zia, Kir'Sha, L'Rhenn, Min'Ara, N'Dellex, Oto'Enid, P'Taxeck, Rak'Xit, S'Thenhin, Tal'Ris, Use'Dia, Wen'Alak, and Z'Tinqin.

Yes, I seriously memorised the alphabetical order of their names. I'm the club president for a reason.

So, these sovereigns, they exist, then one day, no idea when, E'Laetum, sovereign of Empathy, he's important I promise, makes the first daemon. And by that, the first empathy daemon, Polaris.

[Like the north star?]

Exactly! Which is why the star in our plane is so important! I think.

Anyway, E'Laetum made Polaris to be child-like because he wanted someone to guide and take care of.

But majority of the other sovereigns, at least the ones that made daemons, which is still most of them, wanted something to serve them instead of caring for them. Most of the sovereigns weren't very good.

[Why make a fan club for them then?]

Why not? It's fun. Don't get me off topic, someone else already bothered me about the existence of this club.

Anyways, the next demon made is Vega, made by D'Deridahn, sovereign of Gravity. D'Deridahn copied E'Laetum's uh... Blueprint? Of a daemon and like, twisted it to be the complete 180. I've met Vega before actually, scared the shit outta me. Fun fact, because of what D'Deridahn did, E'Laetum has a sort of grudge against Vega, which I find both stupid and hilarious.

[Wait why? Why hate the creation and not the creation?]

How am I supposed to know? I'm no sovereign. Maybe it's because it's easier to dislike the smaller being than someone on equal footing.

So, since D'Deridahn made that new blueprint of demons, majority followed suit.

[which sovereigns made which demons?]

Excellent question! It'd technically be easier to list the sovereigns that didn't make demons, which would be Oto'Enid, sovereign of Transmutation, and G'Girehk, sovereign of Telepathy.

[Only 2?]

Yeah, only 2 didn't bother. Actually, funny side story, G'Girehk and Wen'Alak, sovereign of Psychokinesis, are, in understandable terms, married. So the demons Wen'Alak made were kinda shared with G'Girehk. Cool fact, right?

[yeah, I guess]

You guess? It's an awesome fact! Those demons actually had 2 parents!

Anyway! To answer your question, the types of demons that exist are Empathy, Sadism, Serenity, Misery, Strife, Shock, Fear, Elation, Desire, and Inchoate Demons. Actually, at the start, they were all called Daemons with an A, only after shit happens do they actually get rid of the A, except for Empathy and Serenity daemons, I'll get into that later.

So, to state before everything else, demons only gained their current separations based on the emotion they can feed on, which is similar to the magic of the sovereign that made them, who they got sustanance prior to everything happening. Got it?

[Yup]

Good. Okay, so, Empathy daemons were made by E'Laetum. Serenity daemons by Min'Ara, sovereign of Serenity. Sadism demons were made by D'Deridahn and Jad'Zia, sovereign of Stealth. Misery demons were made by Kir'Sha, sovereign of water, and P'Taxeck, sovereign of earth— you don't have to memorise this, I have it written down somewhere

[But you memorised this?]

I'm the club president! It's my job to know this!

Anyway, Strife demons were made by Tal'Ris, sovereign of fire, and S'Thenhin, sovereign of air. Shock demons were made by Z'Tinqin, sovereign of electricity, and Wen'Alak. Fear demons were made by N'Dellex, sovereign of dreams, and L'Rhenn, sovereign of warding. Elation demons were made by Use'Dia, sovereign of magneto, and A'Ahnen, sovereign of sonal. Desire demons were made by A'Xerahn, sovereign of desire, and Fel'Ees, sovereign of illusions. And finally, Inchoate demons, they were made by Rak'Xit, the Inchoate sovereign.

That wasn't too much to take in, was it?

[it was a lot]

Ah... My bad. That's concerning considering that's only the basic information...

[How much is there?]

Oh, there is so much, that only covers the basic information, you're gonna be here for a while.

[It's fine, I don't have any classes for the rest of the day]

You're free the rest of the day? Nice. Would hate to make you late for any classes, Newbie, especially for a first year. Would not look good for you.

So, after a while of the sovereigns' less than stellar, pun intended, treatment, the demons revolted. Alexa, play revolting children from Matilda the musical. I don't actually have an Alexa here.

[I understood that reference]

You did!!? Yes!! Finally, someone gets it!

Back to the track, so they revolted, and then Rak'Xit found a way to Terra, y'know, out plane. And most of the sovereigns went sayonara and dipped.

[Pfft, you sure you aren't a comedian?]

Being funny just comes from the trauma, don't worry

[Trauma?]

Well, you can't possibly expect someone who made a fan club dedicated to the sovereigns to not be a bitch with a backstory.

[Fair]

So, the thing is, since the sovereigns left for Troy, the daemons in Aria were kinda just left there to starve, but death wasn't actually a thing prior to them leaving. So, they were kinda fading away from existence but didn't know they were starving, or dying for that matter, they just started feeling really weak, and poof, gone.

[Yikes..]

Yikes indeed.

Should I end it there? Or do you want me to keep yapping? Because there is a lot more to talk about.

[I'm good, already gave me so much information]

Alright. Have a good day. See you around, Newbie. Hope you had fun~

[takerfoxx]

Okay, if I'm gonna be doing the therapy thing, then I probably should stop bottling things up, so let me address something that's been weighing heavily on my mind ever since the news dropped, when I got hit with one of the biggest "Never Meet Your Heroes" moment that could possibly happen. And if anyone was wondering why I said nothing when the news dropped, it's because at that point I wasn't in a good place and talking about it then probably would've broken me.

And just to clarify, this is not going to be like past times when I talked about JK Rowling or Joss Whedon or whatever when I calmly went over the situation, expressed my disappointment, and went into more depth about the bigger picture. There is going to be none of that. I don't know this person, I don't know any of his victims, and I don't want to. This is going to be a totally selfish rant coming from the perspective of an upset fan venting his frustration. Yes, there are more important things to consider in this situation, I know that, but this isn't going to be about that. I just need to get this off my chest.

Now, all that having been said...

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT, NEIL! WHAT THE HELL! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL, MAN?

You were supposed to be one of the good ones, the one decent celebrity that looked after his fans, supported all the right causes, and interacted with people in a kindly respectful manner. And it turns out that you were doing this the whole time? I mean, say what you will about Whedon, but at the very least he was just a cheating asshole! It's within the expected realms of flawed celebrity! But you had to take it step forward into fucking...that!

I loved you, man! You were my idol! My biggest influence as a writer! I have all your books! I have a shrine to the Sandman! I paid money and waited in line to meet you in person! I have Neverwhere on DVD and a signed copy of Good Omens, American Gods, and the first issue of The Sandman! I bought American Gods three times because I kept wearing it out! Coraline is literally the stated biggest influence on the book I'm writing!

Like, you wrote Calliope! The Netflix adaptation literally had a bit where Richard Madoc was putting up a front of being a woke feminist progressive while secretly abusing a woman! Was that your fucking confession? Were you secretly Richard Madoc the whole time?

God damn it, dude. Why does this keep happening? Whedon is what he is, Rowling's a TERF, Ye is a Nazi, Linkin Park has Scientology ties now, Undertaker is MAGA, and now Neil FUCKING Gaiman is a sexual predator. And I learn all this while my family gets weirder and weirder and my country happily marches right into fucking Christofascism.

[eternalera]

PUP!!!!!!!! *shakes you*

We have finished season 7 (took forever cause the laptop we were using broke halfway through and took forever to fix ;w;)

Chaotic thoughts and opinions below (my memory is kinda foggy of the first half of the season so don’t mind me-)

WHY. ARE. THE. LITERAL. CHILDREN. FIGHTING? like istg they better get paid or recognition or SOMETHING cause fighting the villains as STUDENTS is not their freaking job. It’s like getting a med school kid to perform heart surgery- YOU DON’T DO THAT-

*inhales* SHINSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(He was so cool on Gigantomachia, used that fancy scarf like his dad taught him :D )

*sobs* Bakugooooooooooo *sobs again* Edgeshot ;w;

(If Bakugo doesn’t come back to life and Edgeshot’s gone I’m gonna lose it- we don’t see much of Edgeshot but he’s cool and Best Jeanist had to just watch as his student died and then watch again and his best friend tries to save him, even at the cost of his own life and I am emotionally wrecked like what the freak was that you can’t do this to me-)

Ochako’s dying and Toga’s dying to save her and they got to have their talk about boys and love and closure and acceptance and none of the villains deserved what happened to them they don’t have to die please don’t let them die-

The Todoroki family- not going to say anymore, I will implode if I think about them anymore

My brain is screeching Hawks=Icarus. He flew too close to AFO and now………..

Toga crying over not being able to transform into Shigaraki or Dabi broke me ;w;

Not the kids with electricity quirks literally being used as batteries-

Gentle and La Brava to the rescue- so cool how they saved UA from crashing

Those reporters and business course kids really be willing to die for a story-

Deku, arriving only to see his soulmate dead, and all the other allies severely injured: *unintelligible scream*

For real though, if Mirio didn’t stop him, he would have fought Shigaraki with murderous intent

Tsukauchi (probably spelt wrong but you know who I mean) not wanting to watch his friend die fighting AFO and telling La Brava to turn off the stream, then crying as he fights anyway even though All Might wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near the battle

KUROGIRI AND OBORO SHIRAKUMO IDENTITY CRISIS MID-BATTLE

I was cheering- but where did Aizawa go? (And why did Kurogiri take Mic with him?) My theory is that the Oboro part of him couldn’t stand to hurt them, so he took Mic with so he could protect them, even as the Kurogiri part warped the Twice clones to fight for Shigaraki. And then, Oboro saved them from falling to their deaths (BUT WHERE ARE THEY PLEASE YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME)

Dark shadow was hella strong, way more than I thought (I originally thought it was kurogiri when I saw massive yellow eyes and purple, a pleasant surprise)

Uraraka having a quirk awakening was so cool, 10/10 on the animators part

So was Bakugo’s quirk awakening, all the little golden sparkles amidst the explosions were *chefs kiss*

Todoroki and Iida-

THEY LITERALLY WERE FLYING AT THE SPEED OF A FIGHTER JET. THEY BROKE THE FREAKING SOUND BARRIER AND TRAVELLED ACROSS HALF THE COUNTRY IN MAYBE A MINUTE.

All Might using his mecha suit to copy his students quirks was so sweet- the suit reminded me of Iron Man :D

Was the acid in his suit weapon made by Mina though? Did he just walk up to her and go “hey gimme your most potent acid in this little cup”?

Poor Kaminari having no clue what’s happening, if his friends are even still alive, until he exits the building and can just see Deku and Shigaraki making a literal tornado with their power

On that note though-

WHOEVER DECIDED TO END THE SEASON WHILST ALL MIGHT IS MID BATTLE WITH AFO, DEKU IS MID BATTLE WITH SHIGARAKI, AND NOT EVEN TELLING US IF BAKUGO AND URARAKA ARE STILL ALIVE IS A CRIMINAL

That person better pray I don’t catch them alone- /hj

Anyway Pup, now that I have released the absolute catastrophe of thoughts I had, how are you? Is it hot for you? Cold? I for one am currently melting ;w;

Gonna go make a slushy, keep yourself hydrated!!

Cya Pup <3

WHY. ARE. THE. LITERAL. CHILDREN. FIGHTING? like istg they better get paid or recognition or SOMETHING cause fighting the villains as STUDENTS is not their freaking job. It’s like getting a med school kid to perform heart surgery- YOU DON’T DO THAT-

EXACTLY THIS IS CHILD LABOR RAHHHHHH

*inhales* SHINSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(He was so cool on Gigantomachia, used that fancy scarf like his dad taught him :D )

YES!!! he takes after his father <33

(If Bakugo doesn’t come back to life and Edgeshot’s gone I’m gonna lose it- we don’t see much of Edgeshot but he’s cool and Best Jeanist had to just watch as his student died and then watch again and his best friend tries to save him, even at the cost of his own life and I am emotionally wrecked like what the freak was that you can’t do this to me-)

JJBJIBJIBV I KNOWWWW bakugo's death was so sudden and then edgeshot is literally SACRIFICING HIMSELF to save bakugo. not to mention how best jeanist must be feeling aobut all of this as the kid he mentored is DEAD and his friend is risking it all to save him

Ochako’s dying and Toga’s dying to save her and they got to have their talk about boys and love and closure and acceptance and none of the villains deserved what happened to them they don’t have to die please don’t let them die-

TOGACHAKO!!!!!! i knowwww i was about to cry during their whole episode. their dynamic means so much to me and like- THEIR WHOLE TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY CARE FOR EACH OTHER. toga's was extremely sad because you could literally feel her grief from losing twice and everyone- her even asking fi dabi laughed as he died :(((

The Todoroki family- not going to say anymore, I will implode if I think about them anymore

dabi almost did- *gets shot*

Toga crying over not being able to transform into Shigaraki or Dabi broke me ;w;

NO CAUSE SAME. cause she loves them so much but since her love isnt as strong she cant do it ALSO because of the hate in her heart overpowering everyone else :((((

Not the kids with electricity quirks literally being used as batteries-

i mean... you gotta do what you gotta do :D

Gentle and La Brava to the rescue- so cool how they saved UA from crashing

THEY. WERE. SO. COOL. also their whole speech about distance making the heart grow fonder and stuf ughhhh

Those reporters and business course kids really be willing to die for a story-

gotta respect that hussle o7

Deku, arriving only to see his soulmate dead, and all the other allies severely injured: *unintelligible scream*

YESS AND LIKE THE WAY HE LOOKED WITH THE BLACKWHIP AND EVERYTHINF SURROUNDING HIM OMG HE LOOKED SO COOL-

For real though, if Mirio didn’t stop him, he would have fought Shigaraki with murderous intent

oh 100%

Tsukauchi (probably spelt wrong but you know who I mean) not wanting to watch his friend die fighting AFO and telling La Brava to turn off the stream, then crying as he fights anyway even though All Might wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near the battle

HFBHKJFBXHKFJXHBKJFXBHF THIS EXACTLY. seriously all might is one of my favorite mentor figures of all time because he grows so much outside of teaching his student(s) too

KUROGIRI AND OBORO SHIRAKUMO IDENTITY CRISIS MID-BATTLE

YESYESYEYSEYSYES OBORO WAS FIGHTING SO HARD

I was cheering- but where did Aizawa go? (And why did Kurogiri take Mic with him?) My theory is that the Oboro part of him couldn’t stand to hurt them, so he took Mic with so he could protect them, even as the Kurogiri part warped the Twice clones to fight for Shigaraki. And then, Oboro saved them from falling to their deaths (BUT WHERE ARE THEY PLEASE YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME)

no clue- also i agree with your theory of oboro wanting to protect his friends but kurogiri also wanting them away from the battle. because why else would kurogiri appear there? i mean aizawa was probably going to fall to his death and that wouldve benefited the villain but kurogiri appeared and like- OIIHGOIHFGOIH

Dark shadow was hella strong, way more than I thought (I originally thought it was kurogiri when I saw massive yellow eyes and purple, a pleasant surprise)

OMG NO SAME THOUGH. i was like 'tf is he doing here? WHAT'

Uraraka having a quirk awakening was so cool, 10/10 on the animators part

the scene with her pink love blending in with toga's black hate- ughhhhh i love themmmm

So was Bakugo’s quirk awakening, all the little golden sparkles amidst the explosions were *chefs kiss*

he was such a pretty boy <3

Todoroki and Iida- THEY LITERALLY WERE FLYING AT THE SPEED OF A FIGHTER JET. THEY BROKE THE FREAKING SOUND BARRIER AND TRAVELLED ACROSS HALF THE COUNTRY IN MAYBE A MINUTE.

GOT THE POWER IN THEM!! PLUS ULTRA!!!

All Might using his mecha suit to copy his students quirks was so sweet- the suit reminded me of Iron Man :D

WAIT NO CAUSE SAME. also it kinda looked like a scorpian to me like near the end and stuff...

Was the acid in his suit weapon made by Mina though? Did he just walk up to her and go “hey gimme your most potent acid in this little cup”?

i'd assume so, it'd make sense seeing as it wouldn't be hard for her to do that. especially if they planned it out little by little slowly making the concentration of the acid grow and grow

Poor Kaminari having no clue what’s happening, if his friends are even still alive, until he exits the building and can just see Deku and Shigaraki making a literal tornado with their power

i wouldve noped outta that situation SO FAST

WHOEVER DECIDED TO END THE SEASON WHILST ALL MIGHT IS MID BATTLE WITH AFO, DEKU IS MID BATTLE WITH SHIGARAKI, AND NOT EVEN TELLING US IF BAKUGO AND URARAKA ARE STILL ALIVE IS A CRIMINAL

ACTUALLY THOUGH IM GONNA FREAK THE FUCK OUTTTT

and im doing good! its also a little chilly for me rn and i get my wisdom teeth removed tomorrow so... D:

IM GONNA CRYYYYYYYY

[theopaints]

next time we should KISS 

Théo’s thumb slid across the screen, tracing the words, edges flat as his fingers glided across the smooth surface of his phone. He’d spent hours scouring over comments like this, left behind by his friend in a surge of flirtation that, frankly, the young blond never knew how to respond to. He’d blushed as notifications had come through on his phone, teasing remarks such as MORE SHIRTLESS PICS were left behind on his social media, or texts that read i'm fr gonna make out with you despite being mid-conversation about Lando’s current, and very clearly female crush. Théo knew the other boy was just jesting, teasing him something rotten to coax a blush and a smile out of him, but each and every remark went straight to his chest, the weight growing heavier with each encounter the two of them had. 

What had started with the young boy blustering and floundering under Lando’s attention – and, true to their first encounter, quite literally under the other boy – had long since turned into an aching chest and a nauseous stomach. His crush on his new friend was slowly becoming a cause for concern. The kind of playful banter that should have elicited nothing other than rosy cheeks and a shy smile from the young artist instead left him ridden with fear, the danger of being found out far surmounting the butterflies that fluttered through his chest. He recalled that very morning, a mere two hours before, when his father had fired a string of insults his way, homophobic slurs dripping from his tongue as though they were simple words and not razor sharp and laced with venom. Elodie had been out with Charlie, catching an early surf before the sun rose, or else he knew she’d have had a whole lot to say about their sperm donor’s word choice – that was what she called him, their sperm donor, a throwaway remark that had led to the sharp sting of his hand across her cheek once before. Théo wasn’t sure she remembered that anymore, or else maybe she wouldn’t be so brave now. 

Tears spilling down his cheeks, he drew his knees to his chest as he held his thumb down against the comment, a drop-down menu appearing with the power that allowed him to remove the message entirely. He hated doing it, he hated succumbing to his father’s demands. Some days he wondered whether Lando had noticed – if the other boy paid close enough attention to his social media, if he’d ever questioned why some of his messages were disappearing. It wasn’t the first time Théo had found himself in this position, memories of old friends from back home, accusations of homophobia being directed at the young blond as he’d winced away from their showy displays of physical affection, cringing at the prospect of his openly queer friends speaking freely in his family home. It hadn’t ever been them that had been the problem, but his instinct to protect them had been mangled and disfigured, muddied by his fears and his desire to become invisible. 

"Damn it!” Théo found himself mumbling, a lump thick in his throat as he allowed his phone to clatter to the floor beside him, landing unceremoniously at his feet. 

He’d slipped out of the house almost as quick as he’d been able, instead finding solace in the darkest corner of A Novel Idea that he could find. In his lap, abandoned and untouched, was a copy of Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, tucked neatly inside a copy of Sports Illustrated. He’d seen Simon reading it once. The other man was tall and masculine, his muscles barely contained in his snug baseball jersey, unapologetic in his sexuality, unafraid to be fierce out on the field while still soft around the edges, a warm smile on display for everyone. Théo simultaneously found himself envying that, as well as admiring him.  

He’d never loved baseball the way his father had wanted him to, but he’d found solace in the company of the older man. He supposed that was why he’d chosen his place of work as his chosen hiding spot, too. There was something warm and welcoming about the walls of the bookshop-cum-café. He knew he could hide himself away behind a row of shelves, book-in-hand, and fresh tears flowing without being discovered or disturbed. 

Or so he thought, anyway, until a large shadow seemed to fill the space. A mixture of panic and bile rose at the back of his throat as, for one brief second, he wondered if his father had found him. Caught, red handed, fingers stained by the pages of queer literature. Théo scrambled to his feet, the book and magazine both slipping from his grasp as they tumbled away from him. He cringed – now everybody would know what he’d been looking at. 

“I wasn't – I didn’t mean to... It was for a friend,” Théo found himself blurting out, eyes red and puffy from all the tears he’d shed. His gaze caught the face of a stranger and he blinked in surprise, shaking his head, almost as though he couldn’t quite believe his luck. 

[silver-wield]

So I know from the Remake Ulti (via pictures from your X account, actually) that Tifa had a sidequest in Remake that would've shown her getting her dress with Marle's help, and Nojima really wanted that to be added in but it was cut.

2 questions:

Why was it cut? I'm waiting for my own copies of the 3 Remake Ulti's and Rebirth Ulti to arrive in about 4 weeks (an early Christmas present to myself! 😅), so, per your screenshots in the meantime, I don't think I see an explanation for why it was cut? Was it due to the lack of space (somehow) or the PS4's memory limitations?

Since we know Part 3 is Tifa's game where she'll finally get to be the sole main heroine like she was always supposed to be, do you think we'll finally get to see this sidequest somehow in Part 3? I mean, Stargazer Heights and Seventh Heaven were literally in Tifa's Lifestream sequence in Gongaga, her and Cloud's shared precious memories, so maybe during the Lifestream event in Part 3 we'll get to see this sidequest? Maybe as a playable flashback from Tifa?

Timing was the reason they gave. The game was running long and they had to cut something and this was an entire section they could axe without affecting the flow of the main narrative, even if it undermined them showcasing Tifa's place in s7 and how she contrasts with Cloud and shared some back story and character relationships. I guess it was more vitally important to show Cloud being annoyed and sighing for the entirety of chapter 8 and how much he hated every odd job he was given and not paid for all to get a dress for some girl he doesn't even like.

But yeah, timing was the reason they gave. It's possible they may add some of Tifa's level back into part 3 since they have the resources and dialogue and everything done already so it would just need tweaking and some fixes to fit with the current part of the story. I doubt they'd show the dress parts but the actual sidequests or cut scenes from them could definitely find their way back in.

They should've given us Tifa's level as a dlc. It's such a pointless waste and shows how much they underestimate fans love for her.

[arsonistbunny]

How do you feel that Glitchtrap might be fucking dead and might not play a role in the story anymore? Do you think they could have done more with him? What would you have done with him and his character?

Well, he was always gonna be defeated anyway. I just feel like Steelwool is too scared to commit and they might be aiming to copy old-school fnaf mystery, but the thing is, the first fnafs did commit to some points with a lot left to interpretation. Everything in Security Breach is up to interpretation and it feels like a puzzle with missing pieces and also other puzzle pieces have been thrown in.

About Glitchtrap, I just wish he appeared more in Security Breach, being the main villain. This circles back to the whole "I wish we saw more Vanny!" because Vanny is literally Glitchtrap taking control of Vanessa. The Vanny/Glitchtrap problem in Security Breach is what differentiates them from the animatronics? On a threat level, they're the same. Or if I dare say saw, Roxy and Monty were more of a threat to me than Vanny. Vanny was easy too to escape for a character that was so hyped. The same thing goes with the Burntrap ending: my biggest threat was Roxy because I did not understand I was supposed to use Chica's voicebox with Freddy. Actually, the only thing Burntrap does is sending animatronics after you and trying to possess Freddy (that's two things!). Which, I get is like ooh scary he's powerful enough to send everyone after you but the thing is he's not powerful enough to walk down the hallway and kick my ass. I could just hit him with a metal bar in the knee and he would not get up.

I'm kind of disappointed that they hyped Glitchtrap up in HW2 with his face and corruptions on the games only to hit us with a secret ending (obtained with tasks that have little do to with said ending) that is just to tell us something we already knew: that Vanessa beat Glitchtrap and freed herself.

It's sad because they actually nailed HW1, with his almost constant presence next to you, watching you, leaving you to wonder who he is and what does he wants and he is going to be a threat in my game selection menu or am I ok there? His level was one of my favourites, it gave me old fnaf mystery vibes actually. It reminded me of reading fanfics at 1am and felt like actually playing the fanfic - if that makes sense.

All that being said, is he really gone tho?

In Ruins, we have a "new" villain coming from nowhere (no the books aren't an answer I'm sorry but if it's not stated in the games it is not in the games that's how storytelling works. and I am not buying and reading fucking books to understand what's going on in the game I already paid a lot for) that mimics others. Glitchtrap's whole thing was to mimic William. To me, they're obviously linked and even if it's not Glitchtrap himself, the Mimic still holds Glitchtrap's legacy.

Plus it's been discarded but can we talk about the fact that it's been pointed out multiple times that Vanessa isn't Glitchtrap's only possessed victim? You have yourself, the player in Help Wanted 1 who ends up being possessed and locked away. But then we never mention this again?

And then you have that one note in Security Breach, about how Vanessa was hired by someone in the hierarchy despite her not being qualified for the job. Which doesn't mean anything by itself, for all we know she could've been hired by family as well. But this could also mean it wasn't family and it could have been someone also possessed? Or were they blackmailed?

This is just a detail but this is one of the many details that they didn't commit to giving us an answer and all adding up we barely got an answer for anything and that is one of Security Breach's weakest points.

[goldenpinof]

so they* failed to sell distribution rights and this recording is presumably being paid for by ticket sales, merch, and more than likely personal wealth. he says they're still hoping to sell the finished product but presumably if they're unable to strike a deal he either releases it for free or sets up the infrastructure for purchase through his own site. this seems like a hell of a risk, it kind of puts some of the decisions they've been making into perspective for me.

*i'm aware the word 'they' is doing a LOT of work here i work in the music industry and clearly distribution works very differently in this context i guess i just mean management idk

are you summarising what i said or are you coming to your own conclusions? (genuine question because i'm scared to misinform you or anyone else.) what i said wasn't facts, per se. i just think those were the problems with wad dvd* based on what Dan has told us (which wasn't much) and some small info i got this autumn regarding Dan's managers trying to sell the rights to the wad movie.

if he says "they will try" then they haven't succeed yet. wad dvd is out there, unfinished. that's the correlation.

anyways, everything is alleged, lol.

idk who is paying for the filming and the editing processes. i'm not even sure what Mark's role is. 2 weeks ago i asked him if he was gonna photograph the shows. he said he wasn't sure yet (paraphrasing here). now he is using the word "filming". and he is skilled to film the shows, or to at least participate in the filming process even as a director. so it's very possible there's a team of people from everywhere (opposite to one company who funds the process and distributes the final product). i wonder who filmed this promo clip (i don't see any credits, which is strange). Mark was in London recently (this weekend or on Monday. and now he posted a pic from the venue). was the promo clip filmed this weekend? i'd love to know.

sidenote: i don't remember how ii was filmed in LA. at what point was it clear that BBC owns it? before the filming or after? does anyone know?

is it possible that Kiswe is involved in the filming or editing processes? financially, i mean (in general, they do production). they are giving Dan a platform and they are buying the rights to stream the show exclusively. i suppose, they are getting a cut from the ticket sales. but are they involved in the process of making what is gonna be streamed? i'm literally clueless. they are letting go of the rights afterwards, it seems, so how much are they contributing at all? so many dumb questions at 3am, so little answers.

anyway. managers. poor job so far. and i'm not even talking about the ability to sell wad's rights. bros are sloppy in general. i'm 90% sure UTA got him the deal with Kiswe. but InterTalent was trying to sell the rights as well. unsuccessfully.

infrastructure for purchase through Dan's website isn't that bad. you could buy ii dvd from dnpshop. but that wasn't the only place. manufacture (physical), distribution, promo — all of that would be hard to do on its own. and irl digital doesn't even ship to every country (irl digital would fucking die being the only place for ordering). digital copies should be easier but they have their own problems probably.

*wad dvd = anything that comes out after filming

[cr8zd-ace]

To Love an Eel Tamer

Alright, second Mediaverse bonus! Obligatory warning for all those Shivrye, Penper, and Papercut shippers; This fanfic features a fan ship that I have a gut feeling will definitely piss you off. If any of you go up to me on this site opposing to this in any way, I WILL draw Frye and Paper kissing to scare you away. I know I'm not a very talented artist, but that doesn't mean I'll ignore the amount of power I have.

All jokes aside, I hope you like this!

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After Act 1 of TOOTM (The Objective of The Mission), Shiver and Frye formally introduced themselves to Paper and Scissors. While Shiver and Scissors were busy with a quarrel of their own, Frye was poking around at Paper's different inventions in his room, while Paper himself was trying to figure out a way to approach the girl.

“These things look super cool!” Frye holds an invention up in her hands and it explodes shortly after. “Hm. Too bad they keep exploding.”

Paper paid no mind to Frye screwing around in his room, as he was lost in his own thoughts about the situation. “Okay, Paper, a weird..squid alien…is she an alien? Whatever. This woman is in your room right now. Before you mindlessly fall in love, think about what she could be plotting against you. She came from another world for crying out loud! And to top it off, she’s a bandit! She could steal your money, your friends, your….your brain…Okay before all of this, find out if she’s an alien.”

Frye continued to dig around Paper’s things and found a box that was labeled ��box of failures’.  

“Hey!!”, she calls for his attention, breaking his train of thought. “What’s this box of junk for?”

Paper immediately turns to Frye in shock of her sudden call and spots the box. “...Oh, that's just a box of junk from my…failed..inventions, but trust me, most of them are guaranteed to work-”, he says right after yet another invention explodes behind him. “...I didn't even touch that one!”

Frye looked skeptical, but not from the exploding invention. “Uh huh…So, you just hoard all of this junk and not do something with it?”

“...what?”

She continued to dig through the box. “Think about it, man. You keep this box that's LITERALLY named ‘box of failures’. If you don't do anything with it, it's super pointless, and it'll remind you of your past screw-ups! Do you actually WANT to be reminded about how much you failed!?” 

Paper looked slightly offended by Frye's words. “Well…I don't, but…what you said can be true…but they failed anyway, what's the point of going back to it?”

An annoyed expression was on Frye's face. “Yeesh. I know you're an inventor, but you're missing A LOT of things about being one.”

Paper instantly looked fed up, not believing that he almost fell for this girl. He began to think to himself; “...Geez, Paper, you should've saw this coming when you first saw her. She's just a carbon copy of Scissors..”

Frye continued to ramble. “I mean, look at all this! So much potential from ideas that your brain forged, and you decide to just give up on them the second they fail? That's nonsense! I mean, if you don't want to bring these inventions back to life, at least try to mesh them up into one ultra-mega-big invention!” 

Frye began to dig through the box and grabbed some tools to build the ultra invention she was talking about.

While Frye built something with the junk, Paper turned around to see what she was doing. “Wha-...What are you doing??”

Frye scoffed playfully. “Pfft. What you shoulda been doing.”

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After a few minutes, Frye was finally finished with building and eager to show Paper what he she did, and what he should've done this whole time. 

Paper was shocked and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “...So…what is this supposed to be…?”

Frye smirked. “What do you think it is~?”

The two were looking at a gigantic, menacing, evil-looking robot. Frye jumped up and down in an excited manner. “Look! Look! I built a robot that dispenses food, has speaker-shoulders so you can listen to music, a teleporter that can teleport anything a 100 feet away…and has a formula for no-smear makeup!!”

Paper was absolutely speechless. “..I-”

“And, you, Mr. Smart Guy, get to see what it does so you don’t think I'm bluffing.”, Frye chimed in as she pushed a button on the robot.

The robot did everything Frye had designed it to do, such as dispensing food like ice cream and cheeseburgers, blasts loud music from its speaker-shoulders, teleports a wrench to who knows where in 100 feet, and puts makeup on the both of them and splashes water on their faces to show how it doesn’t smear. It even wipes them off after it was done. What a nice robot!

Paper was still shocked. “...And, you built that?”

“Yeah!! Now, do you see what I was talking about?”, Frye said, still very excited about what she made.

Paper stared at her. “But if you built that…and now that I think about it, you were saying really wise stuff earlier…that can only mean…” His eyes sparkled while he looked at her. “...You’re super smart…”

It seemed like Paper’s perspective on Frye changed rather quickly. He went from loving her, to somewhat disliking her, to loving her again. He’d wonder how long this pattern would repeat if he wasn’t so attracted to her smarts at the moment…and her beauty again.

Frye however, was oblivious to his gaze on her. “So…now that you showed me your thing, why don’t I show you mine?”

Paper continued to give her a lovestruck gaze. “...Run away with me.”

“What?”

“Huh?”

“N-no, what did you say? Something about running away with geese? I couldn’t really hear you.”, Frye said, looking skeptical of Paper yet again.

“Well…I didn’t exactly….It wasn’t…uh…” Paper stammers while trying to compose himself and distract Frye from what he said. “You were saying that you had another thing..?” 

Luckily, Frye was distracted from him saying she was gonna tell him about her thing. “Oh, yeah!!” She grabs him and rushes outside. “Come on! Come on! We gotta be outside for me to show you!”

Paper was shocked once Frye pulled him with her. He thought to himself again; “A case of hidden smarts, I see…”, but that didn’t change what he thought about her overall.

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“Okay, you ready for this? You better be!” Frye flips onto a car outside and plays a short tune on a wooden flute.

…

“...So, is flute-playing your thing?”, Paper asked, confused as to why Frye brought them outside just to play a flute. 

Frye shushed him again. “Give it time..”

Cut to the portal where Deep Cut came from. A swarm of moray eels fly out of the portal, causing destruction in their path.

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It did take the eels quite a while to get to Frye and Paper, however.

Frye seemed to get irritated. “Come on, come ON! What’s the hold up?”

Paper still seemed confused. “I’m sorry, what are we waiting for, again?”

Suddenly, the eels swarm towards Frye and create a tornado, which she’s seen on top of. “YES, YES, YES! About time!”

Once again, Paper was shocked. He couldn’t believe that what looked like hundreds of eels just swarmed over to his supposed dream girl, and she’s taming them like it’s nothing! “...HOW ARE YOU DOING THIS!?”

“See, see? This is my thing! You like it? It’s amazing, isn’t it?”, Frye says while laughing away and spinning on the tornado of eels. “Wheee!! Wheee!!”

While Paper saw all of this, his brain screamed at him; “You are in love with a MANIAC!! This woman is insane!”

While Frye cackled and tamed the eels with ease, the eels suddenly left since something seemingly caught their attention, leaving her to fall right onto Paper.

“OW!! ….Hey, where are those eels off to!?” She noticed that she fell directly on Paper. “Oh. Sorry about that. Guess you lightened the fall, eh?”

“....owww…..”

Frye also notices that she landed right on her flute as well, and it broke on impact. “Huh? NO!! I didn’t just.. This can’t be!!”

Frye gets up and helps Paper up too. “Listen, we’re like friends now, right? You gotta help me get a new flute so I can get those pesky eels back!”

Paper just stared at her. From the looks of it, this girl was insane to him and the best option is to get away from her, but he couldn’t help but just look at her and have these mixed feelings of love, fear, and curiosity. Pencil is a great girl too, but Frye was entirely different. He never expected to fall in love with someone like her.

Frye gets irritated again and shakes Paper around a bit. “Hello!? Anybody home? I’m talking to you!”

He stopped Frye from shaking him. “Okay. Okay, I'm hearing you!” He thought for a minute. “...but…what if I build you a new flute and it can work just as well as your old one!” 

“....okay, cool.”

With that, the two went inside and Paper got to building. This felt so exciting to him; he was gonna show Frye his true capabilities of being an inventor…and maybe she’ll be impressed enough to be his girlfriend! Or not…those mixed emotions were still there..

He handed the finished product to Frye…and it exploded before she could even finish the taming melody on it.

“....Yeah, let’s just buy a new one.”

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The two were walking down the street to the nearest music store in hopes of finding a flute.

Paper guided Frye to the music store. “Okay, we go to the music store, you get a new flute, you get the eels back and send them back where they came from, right?”

Frye angrily searches for her eels but still listens. “Right. I swear, those eels are gonna get such a scolding when I-” Suddenly, she gets distracted by seeing a skatepark. “Cool! A skatepark!!” She drags Paper with her.

Paper yelped as Frye dragged him. “W-weren’t you just angry a second ago?”

“C’mon, we can’t just be outside without having some fun!” Frye grabbed a nearby skateboard…well, stole one, and prepared to ride it. “Besides, didn’t you ever skateboard before? This could be a first-time experience for ya!”

Paper huffed. “In fact, I have experience riding a skateboard before, now can we please get a flute so-”

“Really!?” Frye’s eyes lit up in anticipation as she shoved the skateboard into Paper’s hands. “Why don’t you show me?”

“Uh…I don’t really think we have time to…you know…do this..”, Paper said, obviously having lied about his ‘past experience’ skateboarding.

Frye continued to encourage him, still believing he could skateboard. “Aw, come on! I’m sure it’ll be super awesome!”

Paper began to sweat and position himself on the skateboard. “Okay….here it goes ….about to skateboard…”  He knew there’s no backing down now. Frye and multiple people at the skatepark were watching him…but at least this was considered a chance to impress Frye since she seemed excited about watching him skateboard. “...One…Two-” While preparing himself, Paper slipped down a slope on accident, and to make a long story short, he got pretty banged up while slipping, sliding, and crashing around the park.

“Haha! Wicked wipeout, man!”, Frye teased.

Paper lies there on the ground in serious pain. “...I knew doing this was a mistake…”

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After Paper got patched up, he and Frye got back to their original objective. 

Paper sighed, hoping that he won’t have to put himself into a situation like that today. “Okay, no more distractions. Just going to the music store and buying a new flute, got it?”

“Hm. Alright. I really gotta find those eels anyway.”, Frye huffed. She looked over at Paper again. “Hey…are you alright from crashing all over the place?”

“Oh… Yeah, I'm okay…” Paper looked away from Frye for a second. “Listen, why don’t we-”

Frye pointed out something once again. “No way! You got a candy buffet here!?”

“Hm?” Paper turned his attention to the candy buffet. “I…actually never noticed that here-”

“Well, notice it now, and come inside with me!!” Frye drags him inside the restaurant.

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While the two were inside, Frye was eating what seemed like a truckload of sweets, while Paper was eating a simple cake slice. 

“Uh… are you sure you’re gonna be.. Okay after you eat all of that?” Paper said, concerned about how Frye would feel after eating so much sugar. 

Frye laughed. “Psh. I’ll be fine! I ate a ton of sweets like this before, it’s what gets me goin’! Sometimes I wish I knew someone who could eat as much sugar as I can. Imagine the insane eating contests we’d get into.”

Paper listened. Perhaps this was another chance to impress Frye. It was a very stupid idea to do this but, hey, he’s taking the chances he gets. 

“Well, Frye, consider yourself to be looking at that very person.” Paper knew he’d regret this the same way he regretted lying about being good at skateboarding. 

Frye gasped happily. “Really? Well, I don’t wanna get into a contest right now…”

For a moment, Paper sighed in relief. “I'm safe…”

“...But just for confirmation…” She dumps half of her sweets pile onto his plate. “Can you show me how much you can eat?”

Paper sweated in fear but still smiled nervously. “Uh… yeah… alright…” 

His brain yelled at him again; “Why do you keep lying!?

Once again, to make a long story short, Paper felt sick like any normal person after eating that much sugar.

“uuuuhhggg…..”

Frye saw him lie on the table in numbness and abdominal pain. “Aw. Guess your stomach wasn’t up to the task today.” She got up and (literally) dragged Paper out of the restaurant. “Welp, there’s no use lying around now! We still got some eels to catch, and I'm hyped up now!”

Paper groaned again. “So NOW you wanna find them….”

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The two were on the walk again, and luckily, Paper began to feel a bit better.

He grumbled in annoyance. “That’s it. No more stopping for anything. We NEED to focus on what we’re doing!”

Frye listened carefully. “You’re right! I know i got distracted, but I promise that I got my head in the game. We’re finding those eels right now!”

Paper looked at Frye and thought about the things that happened to him today. How can someone so smart act so airheaded and get distracted so easily? He couldn’t really comprehend that factor about her. “That’s fine…” he sighed and looked away from her. “Let’s just really focus and-”

Frye gasped loudly when something else caught her attention.

Paper quickly turned to Frye again. “What? What happened?” 

“Is that…..a CARNIVAL!?” Frye eagerly pointed at a carnival nearby.

Paper knew that Frye would get distracted again. “Oh, lord…”

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The two found themselves roaming around the carnival, Frye being excited about it, wanting to do about everything here, and Paper just wanting to do what he and Frye came to do in the first place. 

Frye happily bounced around. “So whaddya wanna do first? Ride a ride? Play some games? Get some food?”

Paper grumbled. “Whatever gets done quicker so your eels don’t destroy anything before you get them back..”

Frye frowned. “Aw, you’ve been acting a little boring today….I can understand why you’re like this..”

“Oh, yeah? Why am I acting like this?”, Paper replied somewhat sarcastically. 

“You’re super used to people acting the way I do, I can tell. Not being too pushy, but I already told you I’m not from here! I just wanna see what this place has to offer.” Frye smiled again. “I just wanna have a little fun, y’know? I’m sure you felt the same way, but if you wanna get this over with, can we do at least one thing here?”

After Frye spoke, Paper softened up a bit. Frye only wanted to experience a new world and look for a bit of fun, despite doing that at a bit of an inappropriate time, but he was just stopping her in some cases…Wait…

At that moment, Paper’s eyes widened. He finally realized WHY he fell in love with Frye. She was just acting like…herself!  She’s smart, mischievous, peppy, stubborn…all those traits and more bundled up inside of her. He finally came to terms on why he had these feelings of love, but…he wasn’t used to falling in love with someone like this.

Frye was waiting for him to speak up until she saw her eels riding the ferris wheel. “....WHAT!?!? HEY!!” Frye growled at the eels. 

Paper broke out of his thoughts after he heard Frye’s growl. “Huh??” He turned to where the eels were. “They were HERE this whole time!?”

‘Those darn EELS!!!” Frye hissed, but then turned to a street performer who just so happens to be playing a flute! “A-ha!”

Frye went to the street performer and took their flute.

“Hey!”

“I’ll give it back!”

Frye played the taming melody on the flute and the eels immediately rushed to her side.

Paper watched the whole thing unfold. “Well, I didn't expect everything to be resolved like this.”

Frye angrily scolded the eels. “So THIS is where you’ve been!? I can’t believe you’d disobey me like this and run off! You could’ve wrecked EVERYTHING!!”

While Frye scolded the eels, Paper began to feel a bit of sympathy for them. “Wait, Frye.. Maybe they had the same idea you had. Maybe they only wanted to experience a new world, too!”

“Hm… Is that really what you guys wanted?” Frye turned back to the eels, and they nodded in confirmation. “Aww… you guys just wanted to have fun, too!! …You can stay with us, but you better not leave without my permission!” 

Paper stood there and watched. A part of him just wanted to blurt out his true feelings to Frye right here and now, but the other part was too nervous to do so.

Frye suddenly wrapped a friendly arm around him. “So, all’s well that ends well, right? Things turned out just fine! And…sorry for getting sidetracked earlier. I know you musta felt pissed.”

Paper looked at Frye and smiled. “You don’t have to apologize for anything. Just getting to know you and doing things with you today has been really fun!” He frowned a bit. “But… I’m sorry for trying to prevent you from having fun here.”

Frye looked shocked. “You? Prevent me from having fun? Don’t be silly!” She hugged him a bit. “Today has been AWESOME! Creating a giant robot, hanging out at a skatepark, and now we’re at a carnival! This has all been amazing!”

…Paper smiled widely and leaned into the hug, feeling happy and…safe in Frye’s arms.

Frye only saw it as something weird. “Aaaand, this hug feels awkward now.”

Paper snapped out of it and quickly pulled away from the hug. “Uhm…s-sorry about that… What do you say we spend the rest of the day here? Neither of us have anything to do now, and I kinda want to spend a little bit more time with you.”

Frye smiled and hopped a bit. “I thought you’d never say that!” What was she excited about specifically? The carnival. She was happy she got to stay at the carnival a little bit longer.

She giggled and walked around the carnival with Paper. “This is great! We can go on rides and stuff… and do other things too! Look at us! Frye and Paper: a duo of awesome friends waiting to get into all sorts of adventures!”

Paper smiles at Frye’s enthusiasm “Yeah.. I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun.”

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Thanks for reading! A little progress update on the actual series, "One Job At A Time" featuring the Squid Sisters, Captain 3, and the Warioware gang is up next! This, "Expectations", and "Shiv vs The Siz" will be up on AO3 soon, so be on the lookout for that!

And with that, I finally got some of my little crack ship off my chest. :)

[sorcerous-caress]

Wait I'm kinda obsessed with Liandalon being his handler bc that's hilarious and so accurate tbh

Also him making money off some desk job and funneling all of it straight to his human kink stuff is such a fun direction, like I can imagine he gets paid and immediately books it to the markets to find that one whittler who makes really pretty wooden nude figures of humans and stuff

I'm also planning for him to have some sort of backstory with a specific group of elves where he was supposed to be heading to the human city for a specific purpose but completely lost sight of that, and at one point the elves who sent him are gonna come knocking, cue everything the party knows coming crashing down, Lian angst moment, big reveal, and probably combat

I still need to iron out some of the details on why Lian was sent exactly, so if you have any suggestions lmk!! (also it is very late and I have exams tmr so I gotta turn in for the night, but hearing your feedback and talking with you has been a joy! 💜💜)

Good luck on your exams!

And hmm maybe the elves who sent him are from a secluded sanctuary? Maybe an elf supremacy cult or something.

They sent him here do he can work his way up the human society ladder and gain enough credit with the mayor so they become the elves puppet or get replaced by an elf eventually.

Their plan is to basically speedrun elf integration into the modern world, but this group didn't want to ask the humans for help or bring technology to their sacred sanctuary. So instead they planned to overtake one of the human cities to themselves and starting inside out.

After all, humans have so many cities already, why would they miss one?

Lian has been following the plan, on paper at least. From their perspective he is gaining respect amongst the important humans and credit, a bit slowly for their liking but whatever. They're unaware of his human obsession.

And this could also explain his obsession! He was a part of this elf cult too but he never felt like he fit in, yk? He did believe that elves were the superior race and everything tho (callback to the fantasy stories he read about elves saving and guiding humans as a child)

When this plan came to motion and he was suddenly thrust amidst the human city and technology, he was beyond stunned. All his previous views on humanity shattered and he grew to adore and respect them, after all look at all of their amazing inventions! An elf would've never came up with onlyfans or a smartphone.

The problem is that, he has been spending too much of the money he made on his human obsession when he was supposed to use it for bribes for the elf cult plan. They saw humanity as very greedy that they thought bribing most of the government out would work easily (which honestly is kinda true)

That's why they get on his trail, send another elf who spies on him and sees him with the human party. Then the spy goes back to the cult to report their findings and That's how the cult shows up ready for a battle.

Also it is lowkey ironic that the elves want to steal a modern city from the humans, because humans originally copied the dwarves city designs when they built their own in the forgotten realms.

But the dwarves were literally so chill they took it as a compliment that the humans copied them and just smiled and patted the humans on the head, even helping them build their cities back before technology.

So the elves are technically stealing from the dwarves which is the irony of the century.

[joongdokshitposting]

So uh remember when I said I wrote an essay on orv for my Communicative English assignment? Well here it is people, in all it's flawed (?) glory (cuz again English is not my first language (it is but it's a little more complex) so my vocab is weird sorta ig) (I literally just copy pasted my assignment btw so if it sounds like an assignment I wrote on at half past 2 in the night,, just look over it please 😭)

Communicative English - Speech Script

Topic: Review of the novel “Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint.”

I am somebody who has never read a web novel, I’ve only ever preferred regular novels. However, I do read webtoons often, and that is how I stumbled across this masterpiece of a story. What started off as curiosity quickly turned into obsession as I spent almost every moment not working on reading this seven thousand page monster of a book. And, see, truthfully, such a huge number would’ve absolutely had me running the opposite way. At least, that’s the case usually. But the prose and narration in this book is genuinely so intriguing that it had me hooked from chapter one. While it does have a slow beginning the wait is very much worth it as the plot constantly keeps moving forward without lagging anywhere. Not a moment is wasted, every single scene contributes to fleshing out the world and its characters and through it all we, the readers, find ourselves falling deeper into the thematic story beats.

But I’m getting carried away aren’t I? Let me step back a little. For starters, what is a web novel? As the name suggests, they are novels published directly onto the internet and can be both free to read or paid to read. The difference between regular/physical novels and web novels would be the publishing aspect. Web novels, unlike the usual novels, are written, edited and published by the authors themselves. Additionally, they can be both ongoing, where the author publishes a chapter on a timely basis, or fully published once completely written.

Now that that’s cleared, let’s move on. The book I’m currently so emotionally attached to, goes by the title “Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint” and is a Korean fantasy web novel. The story follows the life of a 28-year-old contract worker named Kim Dokja (Dokja, meaning both only-child and reader. This also contributes to the greater narrative of both the plot and the character.) whose only hobby is reading web novels.

The setting is as such: He’s lonely, he’s had a not-so-great childhood (as we find out eventually), and his current part-time job contract is ending, meaning he’s knee deep into leading a pathetic life where he has to work hard to survive and afford at least the bare minimum every single day. Through it all, the only salvation for this man is a web novel by the name “Three Ways to Survive in a Ruined world” (it has multiple abbreviations but the most agreed upon is TWSA) that had been running for ten whole years, him being it’s sole reader past the 120th chapter as most people gave up on such a lengthy (hitting an insane 3149 chapter count) and apparently terribly written novel (this further highlights his whole “reader” identity as we will see pretty quickly).

Now, our story begins when the web novel that Kim Dokja has been reading for ten years, becomes the new reality one day while he is riding the subway with his coworker. This dramatically shifts the supposed “genre” of Dokja’s life from “realism” (as stated by him directly) to “fantasy” thereby completely changing his life (and I mean, COMPLETELY) to the point where he becomes an irreplaceable aspect of the story and the characters we follow.

Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint (ORV for short), despite its dystopian and violent setting, is a book filled with love. And by that I don’t mean romance, god no. If anything, this book has absolutely nothing to do with that genre. No, this book? Oh no it’s not talking about rose tinted cheeks, shy confessions or tragic love declarations. Well, let’s keep that last part because it happens a lot actually. Just not the way we expect it. As mentioned, this book in itself is a love letter to readers and touches on the topic of interdependence between authors and readers. How inevitably one cannot exist without the other. This is most evident in the three main characters of ORV and their roles/powers.

Both thematically and as characters, they’re so intimately interwoven that one quite literally cannot exist without the other two. Kim Dokja the reader, Yoo Joonghyuk (the original hero of TWSA) the protagonist, and Han Sooyoung the writer. Part of what sells their need to depend on each other comes from the fact that all three of them cannot stand one another. At least, initially. Their dynamics are literally just verbal insults, attempts at murder and pathological lying. They genuinely cannot go a minute without feeling the urge to strangle each other. But guess what? While their fiery rivalry and banter remains, it slowly develops into one coming from a place of affection rather than weariness. In that sense, ORV is also a slow burn. The characters take their time opening up, and are more often than not, extremely human. Almost all the characters (and there’s a lot by the way, many surprisingly or not, non-human in nature) always have their very own completely valid and plausible reasons for doing what they’re doing. And sometimes we find ourselves sympathizing with them.

The core of this novel, from what I can understand, is about love. Both in terms of deserving and expressing it. Dokja, despite loving the characters/people in his life so much that he willingly sacrifices himself, not once, not twice, but multiple times, firmly believes he’s not worth saving. It’s heartbreaking, watching this 20 something year old who spent his entire life in isolation, deny himself of love he deserves just as much as anybody else just because he hasn’t received it for so long that he is accustomed to living a life without it. He constantly tries justifying him putting a wall between him and the world; he says it’s his job to be a “dokja”, a “reader”, someone omniscient, someone who supposedly exists outside the story, outside the narrative, and therefore should not be the point of focus at any given time.

Time and again the others tell him, they remind him of his humanity, saying how they wouldn’t have survived without him. But he counters by saying it’s the opposite and that he wouldn't have lived for thirty years if not for the characters and therefore he is only repaying. He speaks of how the ending of the story he wants to see is one where nobody dies. For that, and that alone, he dies again and again and again. And you, you have to sit there watch this mess of a man so unabashedly full of love throw himself death’s way and not be able to do anything because he won’t listen. You feel helpless, just like the other characters, including Han Sooyoung and Yoo Joonghyuk, and only pray to all things divine that this man also gets the happy ending he’s so desperately fighting to give the others.

This book has genuinely impacted me in a way no other has. And that is saying something because it’s so easy for me to jump from one interest to another. It has been two weeks since I finished this book and yet it refuses to leave my mind and heart. It stays there adamantly with the same stubbornness with which Dokja denies his well deserved love. Every moment not spent working, I spend thinking about stories and readers and writers and heroes. I look to the stars and think of all the stories in the world I don’t know, stories written with such tender love that only certain readers can ever truly embrace them. I think of how, perhaps, this is how humans are too. I think of how maybe we’re all made of stories waiting to be read with love by others the way Dokja read TWSA thereby giving life to Yoo Joonghyuk and purpose to Han Sooyoung.

Sooooo is this still enough to encompass my thoughts on orv? Absolutely not :D

[swanhurrem]

Chapter 2.

Embry Call x FemReader (no use of y/n).

Sumary: You were best friends with Embry, Jacob and Quil. And you saw how each one of them walked away from you. What will happen when out of nowhere they try to fix their relationship?

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<Chapter 1 | Chapter 3>

You literally felt empty. Your whole life was about your three best friends that you grew up with since you were kids, the ones you always sat with at lunch and hang out with after school. Now you spent your days locked in a boring routine; You got up in the morning to go to school, came home for dinner, and slept early until you had to get up again the next morning. Your parents paid little attention to your situation and your only friend had moved to Seattle a few months ago, so you spent your days alone.

Suddenly, a very unexpected news brightened up your days a little; Your mother had gotten a new job so you would all move to Forks and you would leave La Push and your old friends behind. You would finally stop being the pathetic girl in school and town that everyone was giving looks at.

There, in the Forks High School, you met a group of kids who had approached you one morning to invite you to have lunch with them in the cafeteria, and despite wanting to say no, you found yourself accepting their invitation.

Despite not being like you always were with your former best friends, the times you shared with them were strangely pleasant. They were the only ones who had made you laugh in months and now you had even gone on several dates with Christopher, one of the guys in this new group.

At first, dating Christopher was quite awkward, as you noticed that your attraction to him was mainly due to the fact that he was very similar to Embry; he possessed the same charming personality as him, the same shyness as him and even his own sense of humor. Even so, you accepted what destiny was giving you and you gave yourself the chance to love again, but this time without keeping it a secret and giving yourself the opportunity to feel freely.

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Now they were all at La Push beach, having decided that they would try surfing and have a picnic afterwards. You were quite nervous to go there and meet your old friends, but the guys quickly dispelled your doubts by convincing you that you would have a lot of fun and you certainly were.

After seeing how several of your friends fell off their boards, Chris asked you if you wanted to take a walk with him on the beautiful beach, so you had been walking by the water's edge while you both talked about whatever thing that came to your mind.

After a while, Chris moved closer to you and as covertly as he could, wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He gave you a nervous look asking if that was okay and you smiled up at him. If only your hands weren't freezing cold, you would have entwined your hand with his, but you recovered by getting closer to him than was humanly possible. The little heat that radiated from his body made you feel more comfortable and happy to be by his side.

You turned your head and noticed that you could no longer see the silhouettes of your friends "Chris, I think we got a little farther away" you said with a laugh. You guys had been so engrossed in each other that you didn't realize how far apart you were from your friends, so you turned around and continued on your way to the place where the picnic was supposed to have started.

You and Chris were talking about what you're going to do when school is over and all of a sudden he starts caressing your cheek and you really couldn't stop your eyes from drifting to his lips, something he clearly noticed and soon copied. You were like that for a few minutes until you both approached to kiss for the first time.

As you got closer you could smell his cologne combined with the sweet aroma of coconut, coming from the wax that they used for the surfboards that morning. You could even see the slight gray spots that his blue irises had, the way his curly hair fell over his face and with that last image in your brain, you closed your eyes ready to welcome something you had been waiting for weeks...

But, he made a loud noise of pain, forcing you to open your eyes and jerk away from the beautiful feeling that had begun to grow in you. He saw him doubled over in pain as he held his stomach with both hands, a football thrown at his feet. You worried and matched his height as you asked if he was alright, his only response being a nod as he gave you a smile more like a grin in an attempt to try and mask his pain, it had been embarrassing for him that just when He was about to kiss you something like that happened to him. You softly kissed the top of his head and took the ball as you looked around to yell at whoever threw it at him.

It's fair to say that seeing the famous "Cult of Sam" was not something you wanted, you had literally all their eyes on you, even from people you didn't know, but the most amazing were your friends. Jacob and Quil looked... guilty. Embry? You had no idea, he just looked at you as if he seemed surprised, what you had no idea. You only held their gazes for a few seconds while your heart and mind filled with pain again. You forced yourself to push those feelings back as you set the ball back on the ground and stood next to Chris to help him walk to where your friends were waiting. Every step away from the boy you loved and the boys you missed the most made your heart break again.

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