#I love this tiny monster more than I'd like to admit

[cheesus-doodles]

Hey Cheesus!! Just wanted to say I loved the South post, I absolutely adore seeing brazilian culture getting more recognition, and Y/N making feijoada???? A dream come true for real (also, maybe she would make him brigadeiros as well? It's soooo good and very easy to make, everyone loves it!)

I'd like to know what are your thoughts on how the boys would react if Y/N started making more brazilian foods for them as well, to settle their jealousy!

(Also, about the translation, "meu pequeno anjo" is correct! But, if you want to, you could also use "anjinho", which is a more informal and affectionate way of saying it! "Meu pequeno anjo" can be a mouthfull, so "anjinho" is usually what we use around here!)

Anonymous asked: As a brazilian this is my time to shine!!! us brazilians love to talk about our country, so I just know south would make Coxinha for you and show you some sertanejo songs <3 btw instead of "pequeno anjo" is better if u use "anjinho", both are right it's just that the second way makes more sense :)

asdhasdaj hello from the other side of the world! its mindblowing to me that we all somehow ended up here even though physically we're so far away! glad to here yall liked that fic, here's a little follow-up, it's been a long time coming :) (and thank you for the language tips!) as usual its 5.30am here so i will edit this tomorrow ;-;

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Recommended Reading: A Time Long Past; A Friend In Me Chapter 1

Masterlist

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The Dawn that A New Day Brings

They were a little more misshapen than he had initially thought South had to admit, looking back down at the enormous bento box filled with neat rows of coxinha that once more saw the light of day as you ever so gently pried open the lid with small, fragile hands, the too-large box balanced carefully on your tiny lap. The comforting snack he remembered chowing down on back in a simpler time had turned out a lot flatter than what he had originally envisioned and what they really should be - looking much like burger patties instead of its supposed signature teardrop shape. But you didn't seem to even notice the odd, uneven shapes or the slightly burnt surfaces, your stomach letting out an impatient grumble as you excitedly reached out for one, only to pause right before your fingers made contact, turning those adorable doe eyes back up at him. “Are these really for me?”

The giant of a man could only laugh at your eagerness, reaching up to gingerly grind his knuckles into your hair, which earned him a quick swat of your hand and a giggled ‘stop that!’. How someone as kind, as innocent as you could exist alongside monsters, murderers like him was a question South could only wonder about, though no one would find him complaining - you never did like when he referred to himself as anything but your friend. “If you can finish them all anjinho, then yes.”

You smacked him again, this time on his arm, your bright laughter bursting forth from soft lips. “Cheeky! You know what I meant.”

It was one of those rare afternoons that had been marked as empty on your schedule for one reason or another that South couldn’t care about, and the weather despite it being the middle of summer was surprisingly pleasant - there had been a light drizzle earlier in the afternoon that threatened the lunch he had been eagerly awaiting for the past two weeks, though it had cleared up into a cloudless sky. From just round the corner came floating the sounds of chattering and games, though the rest of your schoolmates knew well to keep clear of the secluded, silent backyard no matter how much the extra space would be welcomed; even before the arrival of your latest pet delinquent or so the rumors went, the school yard had always been the territory of gangs. 

But all he could focus on in the moment was you: watching as you struggled to twist your body with the relatively enormous lunch box still balanced on your lap, his hand stabilizing the box as you did, your tongue sticking out the corner of your mouth in concentration as you attempted to grab your school bag from beside him where it was resting on the bench. How he could easily snap your back in two with one hand, crush your delicate wrist as you reached over him - but it was only you who had ever gotten away with so much, with your songbird voice that twinkled like bells when you laughed and lifted his mood. His little angel indeed. 

Finally managing to haul what looked like a bento box out, the lid to your box was carefully open. The intoxicating smell of seafood and coconut instantly burst forth into the open air, the sheer tantalizing aroma catching even South off guard as you revealed the familiar sight of yellow paste topped with shrimp and contrasted with the bright green of fresh cilantro. “Here! I made vatapá the other day for my friends, so I kept some of the paste for you!”

As if on cue, a loud growl called out from the delinquent’s stomach, as it always did when faced with your cooking, though your friend barely flinched in the face of your suppressed giggles - if it had been anyone else, they would have already found themselves at the business end of his fist. But for you, all that happened was your muffled laughter quickly escalating into full-blown laughter when his finger found your sides in precise jabs, his lip quirking up in amusement. “Is it that funny?”

“A-ah, stop that!” Was all you managed to breathe out between your guffaws. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“That’s what I thought,” South huffed, though there wasn’t a hint of malice in his voice, finally letting up for you to catch your breaths.

“You’re a big meanie, you know that?” But you still offered him the box anyway, which he gladly accepted, quickly digging in without much encouragement. He couldn’t remember feeling this happy since his childhood days; you filled that hole in his heart that fighting could never. 

So why couldn’t he keep you all to himself? Why did he let you get away? And most importantly, why did he let those Tokyo Manji bastards keep taking you away from him?

Lunch passed in relative peace, South wolfing down every bit of shrimp coconut skew and fragrant rice while you giggled at the vigor, gingerly blowing and nibbling on coxinha, the shade of the old tree keeping the sun out of yours and his eyes. And as your lunch break came into a close much quicker than either of you expected, boxes were reluctantly packed away, with the last of the coxinha that you had begged out of polished off by him, the gears in his head still turning as they had for the past week or two, staring at you unblinkingly with those harsh yellow eyes. “Thanks for the wonderful lunch,” you beamed up at him adorably, unafraid, uncaring maybe of his intense look, the brown paper bag you carried everywhere already clutched between your two hands as you made to turn away. “It was good to see you again Minami.”

This was it. This was the last chance he would have in a long time, if not ever - catching someone like you without laying a finger on your tender flesh wouldn’t be difficult, not in the slightest. You were naive, gullible to a fault. An innocent creature by any stretch, but alas your beloved friends that followed you everywhere were not. “Before you go,” he started, and you paused, cocking your head in confusion.

“What’s up?” Ah, those doe eyes, almost shimmering in the sunlight; he couldn’t wait till they were only his to enjoy.

“Nothing much anjinho, but if you have some time I want to show you my new bike.” There was no lie in that, he really did just get his hands on one; you were the sole individual he never felt comfortable lying to. And watching your face light up, it seemed that was the right decision as you quickly agreed without a second thought; taking his offered hand as he gently led you out towards the front of your school.

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Baji sighed again, bronze eyes scanning the flood of students flowing back and dispersing into the various classrooms from where he was leaned against outside yours. It was five minutes till your class started, and you still had yet to return from lunch. A highly unusual occurrence in itself, given you were hardly, if ever, late for class. Not with the emphasis you had on your studies or grades or whatever it was he didn’t.

He had been against this from the start, would be what he reminded the rest when this little experiment goes horribly wrong. Leaving you even one lunch free to do as you please without their supervision; it was supposed to be a simple test if you could obey their explicit instructions to you. Stay away from South Terano.

You knew how your Toman friends felt - you knew how Baji felt - about you talking to people outside of them, let alone your engrossment with someone as dangerous and unhinged as South. They were right: you couldn’t be trusted with your own safety. Mikey and Kazutora had been pissed to hell and back that day, and it wasn’t as if Baji could disagree with their conclusion of killing the delinquent and be done with it despite Draken, Mitsuya and Pah’s vehement opposition. He didn’t want to lose you or a slightest bit of your affection. They should be the only ones in your life, with all that you mean to them and they to you, keeping you safe and protected.

Letting out a second sigh, the black-haired boy’s sharp ears didn’t fail to miss what seemed like interesting mumbles drifting out from the crowd, dangerously narrowed eyes quickly zeroing in on one unlucky boy - he recognised this one. A classmate of yours that Baji vaguely remembered kicking the shit out for once passing a tad too close to your desk for comfort. “Hey.” A quick grab and yank, and the unfortunate soul was face-to-face with a ticked-off and visibly irate Toman’s First Division Captain. “Care to repeat what you were saying?” It wasn’t a question.

But in a surprising twist, your classmate didn’t instantly break down into a mess like so many had before, far from it, instead looking Baji up and down with a critical eye. Seemingly having come to a decision, as if making up his mind that dealing with Toman no matter how painful was somehow the lesser of two evils. And out spilled the repeated rumor: you had been seen walking off campus hand in hand with an impossibly tall guy with tattoos that ran down his face, and you hadn’t been seen since.

South. You failed.

And then his phone went off. Mitsuya’s spotted you, and it wasn’t within the school compound.

Letting out a strong curse that had the whistleblower jumping slightly, Baji raced down the empty school corridor.

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“SOUTH!”

It was supposed to be a pleasant afternoon; they could vaguely remember the weatherman's earlier forecast of cloudy skies and cool temperatures from a few days' earlier that you had been extremely excited for. Even the dawn that the new day had brought, which they knew you had watched fondly from your small kitchen window like you always did, nursing a hot cup of tea, had been nothing but promising; the pastel pink sky that emerged out of the dark night together with the streaks of morning sun bursting over the horizon never failed to make their day. Yet here they were.

At the roar of the familiar voice, you stopped in your tracks just a block away from the gates to your school, turning around to look with pinched eyebrows. “Mikey?”

And down the road they came, your six Toman friends screeching to a halt just mere meters away from where you were, your hand still delicately gripped within a treacherous larger hand. “Get away from him,” the Toman President ordered, those haunting abyss eyes fixed on South’s yellow ones, white-knuckled fists clenched tightly by his sides, his face black with rage as Draken stepped forward, as if to gesture for you to return to them despite no further movements from him. An insult, a spit to their faces was what this was - the absolute gull of this scum to make his way into the heart of Toman’s territory to try and steal you away from them. And you playing along like it meant nothing; this sheer audacity couldn’t go unpunished. The world fell silent, still, waiting with bated breath.

You glanced hesitantly between your friends, the confusion and uncertainty clear in those doe eyes. What was going, it was clear you weren’t sure - certainly you knew your friends had always been protective of you, but this? This was a bit extreme, was it not? Yet before you could reply, you were instantly pushed behind a much larger figure, South stepping in front of you to grin down at the group in front of him. “Looking for me?”

“Minami’s just trying to-”

“This is kidnapping,” Baji gritted out through his teeth, and you flinched when those sharpened bronze eyes flickered over to you, though that didn’t stop the thoughts from racing through your head. Kidnapping? “You’re taking her against her will.”

You tried once more to explain. “No Baji, he’s trying to-”

“She’s coming with me freely,” South interrupted, the smirk on his face only seeming to grow as curses were instantly spat out at him. He knew what you meant to them, of course he did, having to watch day in and day out from a distance as you lavished your love on ‘your boys’, as you affectionately termed them. No more - your attention was now his.

But there was no doubt this Tokyo Manji Gang would let you go without a fight.

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Turning to look at you straight for the first time, Mikey narrowed his eyes, and you gulped. “Come. Here.” You really were in deep trouble this time.

“Okay Mikey,” you whispered, releasing your hand from South’s, taking a step towards the awaiting arms of Draken. You had hoped they wouldn’t be too angry if you kept just the one friend, but unfortunately that didn’t seem to be the case. But unlike the gentle hold that the giant of a delinquent had gripped your hand just seconds ago, you instead found one that refused to release you, South only tightening his grip more and more as you tried in vain to pull away. You whirled around to look back at him. “Minami, let go!”

“Tell them you’re coming with me.” You were going to be his. South never wanted to hurt you in any way, his little anjinho - the last thing he wanted was for you to be scared of him. But if it took intimidating you a little for you to never leave his side, then it was the way things would be. “Tell them.”

“I have to - ow!” His clutch only grew stronger, and you cried out. “Minami, you’re hurting me!”

In that heartbeat, the tension snapped, a blur of black flying to smash straight into one thick tattooed arm lifted straight in time, a flash of blond your only warning to duck as another smudge of yellow and black quickly followed with a punch aimed straight for South’s head.

Releasing you to protect himself, you were instantly yanked out of the way by two pairs of arms, sending you crashing backwards into a strong chest, your unhurt hand instinctively lifting to cradle your quickly bruising wrist, yellow and green marks in the shape of a hand imprinted into your soft skin. “Does it hurt?” Pah mumbled, one careful finger brushing against the area only to hastily retreat when you winced in response. “You need to go to the doctor.”

But your attention was somewhere else, your gaze fixed on your three friends brawling unrestrained. Baji was fast, arm snapping out to hold you back as you attempted a break from Draken. “No, stop it! Don’t fight!”

“You need a doctor,” the black-haired boy tried to convince you, but you were lost to the fight, the sight of Kazutora and Mikey and South out with the intention to kill too much for you to bear.

“Stop!” You cried out. It was all your fault, this mess you dragged everyone into. “Stop it!”

But all that the two Toman founders could hear was the pounding of unbridled jealousy and anger. This lesser animal, this unforgotten bastard trash; he had the audacity to lay a finger on you. Death. All would be resolved in blood. This was a death sentence.

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A moment of distraction, and you slipped from Draken. 

The punches and kicks were coming, too fast, too strong to pull back at such a short notice as you came skidding between Mikey and South. Both fists slammed straight into you at full strength, wide eyes meeting yours for a single breath.

The world breathed. A loud bang, the sound of flesh hitting flesh as you disappeared from their view, and all they could hear was a painful wheeze followed by a thud. Your unmoving body kneeling over from where you had slammed against the crusted wall of an apartment block, falling face down onto the concrete. 

And then chaos, the wail of your name raising the hair on the back of their necks as Kazutora rushed over to you, followed by a stampede of the other Toman’s founders hurtling over to you. What had they done? No, it couldn’t be them - they would never hurt you. What had South done? 

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“You- you hit her,” Mikey swallowed, the rage behind those empty eyes that diminished for a moment instantly reigniting, burning stronger than ever. “You hit her.”

“It was you,” South retorted, a similar anger that lit his own pair meeting Mikey’s. “I would never.” But his words fell on deaf ears, and the temperature seemed to drop. A blink, and the behemoth of a delinquent had just barely enough time to catch the roundhouse kick blasted at his neck, though the impact was enough to push him back. 

“I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you.” A threat - no, a promise - whispered, the Tokyo Manji Gang’s president’s shadow seeming to grow with every repeat. 

“She’s still breathing,” Mitsuya let out a shaky breath, those few words somehow breaking through the cacophony of cries as Kazutora had to be wrestled away from shaking you any further, Baji already on the phone with what seemed like emergency services.

Draken turned his gaze to Mikey. "Snap out of it, Mikey! She's unconscious!" This wasn’t the time for a fight, especially not with the piercing screech of police sirens in the near distance. You needed all of them if you were going to pull through.

“Get her to the hospital,” came the order, the other not once turning his back on the visibly enraged South to spare you a glance as both lowered into fighting stances. “I’m finishing this.”

[gronzen]

Diary of a Hungry Hunter: Gobul

"I'm not one to eat monsters, but I guess I'm not one to write in diaries either, so here we are. I was recently on a mission to a small village; they had trouble with a too-clever Gobul that had learned to wait for fishing boats to get a good haul then swallow the full nets whole. While nobody had died, they weren't waiting around until someone did, and thus I arrived on the scene. With a frog lure I was able to bring it ashore and slayed it, and bringing it back to the town I discovered why the mission was purely to slay it: they wanted to eat it.

Evidently this one Gobul would be more than enough to make up for all the fish they lost, and they invited me to join. It's not like had any pressing quests, plus I heard tale of Gobul being a… not delicacy, but at least having fans, so I figured why not. The first step you need to do is get salt. You might be thinking "no duh, every recipe needs salt."

No. Get as much salt as you have in the house.

Gobul skin has a natural film to it that you need to get rid of by vigorously rubbing and drying out with salt. From there you need to further dry out the meat: normally you'd do this by leaving cuts on a drying tray in your icebox for a day or so, but being a wetland village they had a small building made of waterproof hides with a special burner inside for this, and the process was done practically overnight. It was interesting to see the giant white cuts of meat shrink so much. According to the chief they'd normally season and smoke the tail and fins (legs?), but people were much too hungry to wait. The limbs were dredged in flour and spices and fried, but I was given the honor of a personal hotpot.

The bowl of broth was made using local plants, but also the Gobul's whiskers for a sort of bone broth, though I think it's mostly just muscle and cartilage? I was also given some fillets, some skin strips, a few blue mushrooms, and snakebee larva. Apparently these are all "health" ingredients, felt like I couldn't refuse either because they were sharing some of their needed food with me. Most of what I had went into the pot, but they told me to try boiling some and then dipping it in a sauce made from the local plants.

I decided to just get it out of the way and try the snakebee larva first, see what the goldenfish loved about it. I am sorry to report: I cannot say it was bad. By itself it was almost like biting into a glob of fatty honey, only enhanced by dipping it in the citrusy sauce. I guess the larva are mostly fed on honey and they aren't fully formed? I tried the skin next, and it was... okay. It wasn't as tough as I expected, which was nice, it actually tasted very fatty without the typical chewiness I expect out of fat, practically melted in my mouth. I can't say it's wowed me, but not bad.

The real meat was next, and it's nice. It was very firm, compared to what I expected since the Gobul is so flexible, not very fatty, a tiny bit chewy and faintly sweet. (Note: asked chief. Turns out the meat is normally chewy/watery unless you dry it out)

I admit I had taken some time to savor and taste-test the "dipped" foods, all but turning my hotpot into a straight up soup. The thing is though, I hate seafood, and this was actually tolerable for someone like me. All in all, I'd say if you want start somewhere with cooking monsters, you could do worse than a Gobul.

...You know, I did hear something about Gobul liver... hm.

[thegoldenshi-shi]

So, I have been busy making poor monetary choices again, in which I now own two different types of tablets specifically for art (ONE WAS VERY MUCH ON SALE, THE OTHER HAD A 50 BUCK COUPON, BOTH GOOD REVIEWS), and the first tablet I bought, that's honestly just a way of adding a touchscreen to a computer to me, cause like. It's a sensor pad? Well, it's proving that I can't mentally make myself apply a lot of pressure to technology, which my younger self with a ruined dsi touch screen would gape at. I have also gotten all my shelving units up! Not sure if they're staying where they are, or if I'm gonna move them around again, but I do know two that are staying where they are, mainly cause I am /not/ lifting that shelf all the way back up to chest level to take it back down again. Nuh uh, no ma'am, it will not be done. It's also gotten all my collectibles on it already, which has proven that I need to devote more of my budget to the Twins than Screamer. My frenemesis would be delighted to see my failure to my simpees.

Work has been better! Still hot, but we've slowed /way/ down, which means my supervisor has been letting me goof off on my phone or writing, cause we physically can't work too hard in the heat, but we also have no orders anyway, so... And because we've been able to get paid Not Working, I have gotten back into a werewolf story I started writing months ago! I'm setting it up one shot style rn, and posting the chapters as my brain accepts my pleading for their creation, but I also intend to make it a full and proper story once I've worked all the one shots out. I will openly admit to it being complete self service, cause I want a best friend who's 8 feet tall, fluffy, and has a crappy sense of humor. And is a cuddle monster, though that one is mainly cause I love glomming full force onto my people and displaying my awkward affection. I'm like a peacock, but instead of flaring tail feathers, I hug people in front of other people, whilst not actually really knowing socially accepted norms for hugging friends, tbh.

I also went through and completely reorganized my phones gallery, and got a very stupid laugh outta it. I have 461 transformers related pictures, and almost 400 writing prompts. Just. Saved on my phone. If I ever lose this sim card my writing career that i don't actually have will be over. On another other note semi related, I have been asked to design a friends tattoo! I don't know if I mentioned that in my last ask. He asked me to draw him a dragon to get tattooed, which, to be fair, dragons are among one of the very scant things I can draw well reliably, but also, dragon proportions curled into a ball sleeping are kicking my ass, and I am debating getting out my giant sketchpad to be able to completely control every tiny eetsy beetsy detail, cause my close friend wants me to do this thing that will permanently be on his body, and I really desperately don't wanna mess it up... Cause like. No one has ever asked me to ///draw/// for them before. I've gotten asked to paint, or do some small stuff with watercolors, but never /drawing/. And he knows I love dragons, it's part of why he asked. I just. It's a thing that happened that made me really happy, like hide in my pillow crying happy tears happy.

And then, on the fifth, I found an exactly 8 year old video of my childhood dog that we had to put down... it was from the summer before he was put down, which happened during the school year. He had been all that I'd had growing up, so, it hit kinda hard seeing something of him that moved. Even after 8 years, I still cry every time I think about him. He was the best dog any little kid could've ever been raised with, and probably helped boost my immune system against my allergies to boot, hehe. I cried for like, two hours, cause it was a video taken 7/5/2015. And, I thought I had lost all my images of him. It was a happy thing, just. A very sad type of happy. I wish I could tell him that I did love him, even if I didn't wanna lay on the ground and cuddle like he preferred. He was a dog that was born old, haha, never wanted to play or bark, he just wanted to lay on you and be loved. I was always running around on imaginary adventures though, but I did love him. If I was upset, he was my safe place. I promise this is a happy thing, it's just that I'm gonna be legally allowed to drink soon, and sometimes I forget that it's been so long since I got to see him. Especially cause sometimes, I still have dreams about playing with him in our backyard, right next to a giant pine tree covered in cicada sheds, laughing as he dug a little groove to lay in under the old rusted out trampoline. He was the most patient, tolerant dog, and it's because of him and the cat he raised with me that I'm not afraid of so much anymore. Ma and dad weren't there when we had him, but... I'll admit to giving them up forever if it meant I got to have him back

~Smooch

Hello there Smooch~

Sleeping babee dragon sounds so cute! I've never designed a tattoo, so I can only imagine the pressure (and of course the touching part of him asking you to draw his tattoo design).

Interestingly enough I too spent a loooong period of time where drawing was a dragon-only zone. I think it was back in like middle school? If you're struggling with a traditional four-legged two winged dragon, have you considered another type? There's Asian Lung dragons, Wyverns, Wyrms, or even a Quetzalcoatl style dragon that can all be very cool and might be easier for you to draw as a sleepy loaf. If your friend doesn't have a strong preference of course.

How exciting, on sale art supplies. It's kinda hard to decide sometimes between art supplies and if you're new to it, it's not a BAD idea to try multiple different types and/or brand names until you find what you like. I own two different art devices, one Wacom Intuos bought in High School and a Huion art monitor bought like four years ago. I was a traditional artist at the time I bought the Intuos tablet, so I quickly found that I prefer drawing on an actual screen I can look at instead of drawing on a tablet, BUT I had to try the tablet first to know that. What that all amounts up to is I hope you like one if not both of them ^J^ It's good to hear that your job is calming down. I'm sure that you're enjoying having the down time to work on your creative pursuits. At the risk of sounding too much like a hippie art teacher, I say it's very important to have some sort of creative outlet in your life. So it's wonderful to hear that you're getting to write on your werewolf story. I send you my best wishes that your muse stays nice and cooperative for the whole process hehe.

And lastly: The bittersweet memory of a good pet that has passed is something that I feel blessed to have as well. I hope that you can continue to enjoy your memories of a good animal without being bogged down in the sadness of their passing.

It's good to hear from you again Smooch, glad to hear you are doing well~

[onebloodsoakedlion]

Things I don't like about The Legend of Zelda - Tears of the Kingdom

While Tears of the Kingdom is a really, REALLY great game, it still has flaws because... well... one can't always be perfect. Or please absolutely everyone. And that's okay.

By the way, this is just my silly little opinion, and while you may agree with some of the things I find fault with, there could be things you think are just fine with this game. Also, spoilers for the game, I guess.

Sage controls are really annoying Basically trying to use the Sages' powers is a pain in the butt. You need to go up to them and press A to activate their powers. Which would be great if not for the fact that they're constantly moving around in battle or there are items on the ground and you just want to pick those up. (I'm looking at YOU, Tulin and Riju!) My idea to fix this would be to have a Sage menu that you can access, either by having it replace the Map or Amiibo in the Ability menu, or have the menu appear when you hold down ↓ on the D-Pad and selecting a Sage will prompt them to lend you their power. However, when you're in the air or riding a vehicle, activating Tulin and Yunobo, respectively, can remain the same just because it's faster. Hell, you could probably use the X button to summon or dismiss Sages from this very menu! However, I will admit that the Sage powers suffer far less from Too Awesome to Use, since their cooldowns are far, far shorter!

WHY IS THE MAP AN L BUTTON ABILITY!?!? A minor one, but it's VERY annoying for me. Why have it as an L Button ability when most of the time, it's probably even faster to access by opening the Purah Pad. This "ability" should be off the wheel and and spot freed for something else. Like calling on the Sages' powers or something new altogether.

The elemental fruits are the only source of their respective buffs, and even then they're far too weak. Fire Fruits, Ice Fruits, Shock Fruits and Splash Fruits seem to be the only way to get meals with Hot Weather Attack, Cold Weather Attack, Stormy Weather Attack and Swim Speed Up respectively. Meaning you can't use meals instead of armour in the case you want to have more defence or a different set bonus. You will never get a Level 3 meal of any of these buffs, and pretty much the only way to even get a Level 2 meal is to get lucky with the Monster Extract. I would personally either add more powerful buff ingredients or just make the elemental fruits themselves stronger when it comes to cooking.

Dream house... more like... nightmare house... kinda... Don't get me wrong, the house you get to build in Tears of the Kingdom is pretty awesome but... COME ON, just 15 rooms!? Nothing to connect them with other than squares and triangles!? Plus, what you see is what you get. There's no ability for a room to be sealed off from the outside by extra walls if you have a room that is partially exposed. Plus, the tiny room limit makes it less viable to use purely aesthetic rooms such as the Study and Gallery. To fix this, I would personally remove the room limit or raise it by... a lot. I'd add more choices for empty rooms, such as hallways, L shapes and more. I'd also have configurable walls so that no room interior is left exposed to the elements or monsters. I'd probably let the player paint them, too. If certain room types really were a larger strain on performance (e.g. equipment stands), I'd have limits on those individual rooms (e.g. you can have up to three Weapon Stand Rooms).

Aaaaaaand that's all I can think of. And that's pretty good, actually. But ToTK is a brilliant game regardless of these flaws. And I love playing it!

[chimchiri]

(Based on this post from @killemwithkawaii)

Me reading about Bliss' species going from minuscule to gigantic sizes immediately made me go "ok but what if it was tiny hand sized when Sal found it?" and then this happened.

[donutloverxo]

Steve's balls

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You can blame @gotnofucks for this abomination and sorry for the crass title I couldn't think of anything else🥺 This is just filth omg. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Summary - Sometimes your daddy can be shy to ask you to do things too (aka Steve wants his balls sucked)

Warnings - ball sucking, oral sex (m receiving), cum play, daddy kink, d/s relationship, dom Steve, insecure Steve, corruption kink, inexperienced reader.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 1k

Steve didn't think much of his balls or dick. He barely even ever saw himself naked. Even if he did, he could never see himself the way you do.

He doesn't think he's extraordinary or beautiful which is simply ridiculous because you can’t think of a single person more beautiful than your daddy.

Even before the serum he had the most sparkling eyes and brilliant smile. You told him so everything you saw the pictures. I'd marry preserum Steve in a heartbeat. But he didn’t believe you. He thought you were just being nice. He couldn’t protect you or provide for you back then the way he does now. He couldn’t do half the depraved things he does with you if he was still the same small, sickly kid.

You had only ever gone down on Steve a handful of times, even thought you both had been having sex for months now, Steve liked spending time between your legs more than having you on your knees. Which, well you can’t say no to because you loved riding his face.

You’re holding onto his monster cock in your hand, which looks so small and delicate against his pulsating member, and kissing his length and just worshipping it, you realise how beautiful his dick is.

Every part of your lover is beautiful to you, but this right here, in your hand, the most intimate part of his body, was truly a sight for sore eyes.

You pump his cock in your hand, watching in awe as the pearly cummies ooze out, "It's so beautiful, daddy," you tell him as you lick it up and wrap your lips around his tip to suckle at it.

"What's beautiful, princess?" he asked you, because he's a little out of it, his hand is still on the back of your head, softly pushing you down because he knows you need to be told and shown what to do and how to do it. You're so precious and innocent only ever seen his cock, only ever had him inside your mouth and cunt, will never have anyone else either, and there's a perverse thrill in corrupting you.

You pull away and he let's you so you could answer him, "Little stevie," wiping your mouth, your saliva and his preejaculate, with the back of your hand.

"Little Stevie?"

"That's what I call my friend here," you explain as you keep stroking his length.

"I'm beautiful?" he frowns because he's a little skeptical, you won't make fun of him or tease him, he knows that, you don't have a mean bone in your body, but how can a his penis be beautiful?

Sure your pussy is beautiful to him. But your pussy is magical and gorgeous. Something so small and tiny that takes his dick... it's wonderful! Be doesn’t know how you do it and he’s always up for exploring more of you.

His cock was literally just a snake. Not even a pretty one.

"Will you come in my mouth?"

"I always do honey," he shook his head, pushing your head back down on his cock. But then he felt your hand graze against his balls and it shocked him a little, he didn't expect it to feel so good.

"What happened?" you asked him because he was frozen.

"Nothing," he shook his head and made you swallow him whole again.

Like a month later...

Now that you had been making love to him with your mouth for quite some time, he knows you're not doing it out of obligation, that you actually like it and even get wet from it.

He has your head locked in one place as he uses your mouth, your eyes are watery and just keep looking up at him, so full of love for him. He can't believe you put so much faith in him and trust hum. Which is why he goes easy, slow almost, you can barely swallow half of him but that is more than enough.

"You love me, princess?" he asked you. He loves seeing you struggle. Because you obviously aren't allowed to talk with your mouth full but your first instinct is to say yes.

He pulls out then, his hard cock slaps against his abs, ready to try something different, because he trusts you not to shame him for it.

"Yes daddy, I love you so so much," you tell him as you try to catch your breath.

"I know, my angel. I love you more," he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, "Put your mouth on them. Just like I taught you to do for my dick, baby," He tells you, bringing his balls right next to your mouth.

You're confused at first but then realise he's talking about his ball sack. So you just nod your head like a good girl and get to work. It's easier and almost nicer to suck on them and play with them because they're so incredibly soft.

When Steve is just over the edge he pulls your head back over his cock and comes down your throat like he always does. This time though, it’s a little different, this time he knows he can tell you anything, that you love him enough to give him the benefit of the doubt and not judge him.

So he comes a little more than usual, you’re not able to get everything in your mouth, making a bit of a mess. Your mouth was glistening with his spend, some of it mixed with your saliva was in your breasts, some even in your lap, you tried to lick most of it.

“You look so pretty like this, doll,” he smiled, he wasn’t ashamed to admit that now. That you look so beautiful with you’re covered with his seed, it’s a literal physical reminder for you both, that you’re his.

He held onto your wrist to stop you from cleaning up any more of his seed, he needed to look at you covered in it for a bit more, bending down a little he captured your lips with his, tasting himself on you.

“You did such a good job,” he kept telling you. Because you had to know just how happy you made him.

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Hey! Love your stories so much I just had to ask! Do you have any favorite drarry authors/stories? I sometimes compare the quality of other stories to ROA (oops!) because ROA is just that good. My personal favorites are ROA (of course!), the Foundations Series (saras_girl), the ordeal of being known (louisfake), denouement (the_never_was), Good to Me (And I'd Be So Good to You) (AWickedMemory), and To Hurt and Heal (cassisluna). Have you read these? Have a wonderful day! :)

Thank you, so glad you’ve enjoyed my stories! And thank you for so patiently waiting for a reply. I haven’t been online much in the past couple of weeks. Unfortunately I haven’t read any of your recs, but I’m always happy to add another fic to my to-read list.

I did a rec post a few months ago, but I’ll post an updated version now. The Skyhawke Archives appear to be down, which is crushing news. I’ve had to update a lot of the links.

So here are my favourite Drarry fanfics:

And We Are At Our Apogee (PG-13) by angelgazing

Summary: Draco wanted revenge, but it didn't work out that way.

My notes: Californian beaches, supermarkets, road trips, and a bittersweet ending.

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A Reckless State of Mind (T) by Lomonaaeren

Summary: Draco is a Psyche-Diver, and his newest patient is Auror Potter, who’s been a pathological liar for over a year—and has just tried to violently end his own life.

Notes: The plot alone guarantees inclusion on this list. Probably the most creative fic I’ve ever read, and the twists and turns will keep you guessing.

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Berlin, In the Year of Our Lord (PG) by Are

Summary: Harry is a green-tea addict. Draco stalks him.

Notes: Probably my all-time favourite fic, along with Blue Vase. It’s sparse and minimal and I love that writing style.

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Blue Vase (M) by ivyblossom

Summary: Let’s pretend.

Notes: Draco finds an amnesiac Harry and befriends him, pretending they were once lovers. It’s pensive, short, and bittersweet.

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The Boy Who Only Lived Twice (E) by lettered

Summary: Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.

Notes: Action-heavy fics are damn hard to write, but lettered nails it. The action scenes are breakneck speed, the conversations are threaded with double meaning, and even the silences are tense.

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Draco in Darkness (T) by Plumeria47.

Summary: Following an accident in his seventh year, Draco loses his eyesight.

Notes: This is one of the first fics I ever read (when it was over on FF in 2003) so it’s probably here just for nostalgia points alone. I read it when I was a kid and just thought it was a lovely golden fairytale, the best romance I’d ever read in my (very short, thus far) life. I love reading it again, even years later as an adult when I can see the tarnish on it; the things my childhood eyes didn’t notice. I don’t care. It’s my soft and fuzzy comfort fic.

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The Flesh is Frail (NC-17) by wildestranger

Summary: None

Notes: Draco has injuries from curses and spells, and Harry keeps him company. Draco is angry; Harry is stubborn. They argue their way into a grudging relationship. It’s a short read and well worth your ten minutes.

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Good-bye to Yesterday (NC-17) by furiosity

Summary: Draco felt ready to face even a million years in Azkaban as long as it meant that at the end of it all, he would make Potter pay.

Notes: It’s not a dark fic, but it certainly dips in and out of the shadows. If you like your romance to be sharp as a razor and bitter as black coffee, give it a read.

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Hymn to Color (PG) by Lomonaaeren

Summary: Months after Draco cast a curse that took Harry’s eyesight, Harry is still trying to come to terms with it. Draco still wanted forgiveness, which was probably the problem.

Notes: Probably my very inadequate idea of “fluff”. It’s a quiet, introspective fic. Draco and Harry are well-written.

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Kings among runaways (PG) by enderxenocide.

Summary: Later, the toast will be slightly overcooked, Draco will burn the eggs, and there will be another fist fight in-between the living room and the front door, but they’ll eat breakfast with second-hand plates and Draco’s great-grandmother’s silverware.

Notes: Dreamy descriptions, abstract scenes, and the characters are lovingly delineated. Beautiful writing.

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On Broken Glass (PG-13) by coffeejunkii

Summary: After the final battle, Draco is holding the shards that are left of his and Harry’s life.

Notes: Established relationship. Harry’s forgetful and seems to suffer both short-term and long-term memory loss; Draco stays by his side through six years of post-war amnesia. Very short, just a tiny ficlet. There’s sequels (in bite-size pieces) but I prefer to read the first ficlet and leave it there.

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Paper Dolls (M) by cupiscent

Summary: In the final year of the War, Draco gets a letter, makes a choice and pays the price.

Notes: Short, succinct, and packs a punch. No character deaths, in case the summary has you feeling nervous.

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Portrait (PG-13) by Silent Blast

Summary: None.

Notes: Dorian Grey, but Drarry. Of course it’s going to be good.

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Shattered (NC-17) by femmequixotic

Summary: One damned accident involving one too-lucky curse, and suddenly you'd think he was five again, with their Harry, be carefuls and their quick Levitating charms ready the instant the potion gives way and his rebelling hands lose hold of whatever's in their grasp.

Notes: Draco’s an artist. Harry’s intrigued by his sculptures and paintings.

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Snatch (PG-13) by didntyoupotter

Summary: Harry is comatose, Hermione and Ron aren’t much help, and Draco isn’t sure about anything anymore.

Notes: The opening scene fools you into thinking this will be a light read with a streak of good humour. Don’t fall for it. By the third act, you’ll be hanging onto every word and feeling a lot of emotions. Also, back in the day, this was one of the Draco/Harry fics. Everyone knew of it. Pay your respects to your fandom history and read this beloved classic.

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The Stages of Acceptance (T) by Lomonaaeren.

Summary: Harry, already happily married to Ginny, receives the news that he's Draco's mate. Law and custom don't give him the option of ignoring the news. The stages of his reaction, one by one.

Notes: This is not a romance, and I love that the author just casually chucks all the Veela tropes in the bin and says “nope”. In Lomonaaeren’s own words, this fic is more practical than romantic. Harry is unfamiliar with the Veela concepts and hates the very idea of being “shackled” to someone; he rejects Draco at once. Draco is miserable and lonely. They do eventually come to understand each other better, but it’s a huge struggle with lots of setbacks. The general air of pessimism and misery does make the small glimpses of compassion and empathy feel so well-earned. I love a fic that rations out its happiness.

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The Stately Homes of Wiltshire (E) by waspabi

Summary: Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

Notes: This one needs no introduction. The writing is polished, the characterisation perfect, and the dialogue is fun. I love the humour woven throughout it.

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Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain (E) by faithwood.

Summary: It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross.

Notes: Another one that most of us know. It’s a lighthearted and fun read.

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Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow (M) by novembersnow

Summary: In the war-torn years after Hogwarts, one man has no knowledge of his yesterdays.

Notes: Another classic back in the feverish heyday of the Harry Potter fandom, when books were still being released and everyone had worked themselves up into a shipping frenzy. And no wonder this fic was an instant hit. Draco has lost all his memories and Harry’s investigating as an Auror, but the longer you read, the more you start questioning everything. Good twists and turns that lead to a tender ending.

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Turn by Saras_Girl

Summary: One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Notes: An inevitable inclusion on any favourites list. I think my favourite thing about it is the characterisation. Everyone is so well-rounded; the characters are brought to life and feel like old friends. All their habits, styles, mannerisms, even the way they walk or talk. While I love everyone in this fic, I have to admit that Blaise is just amazing. Of all the thousands of Blaises imagined by fanfic writers, I love this one the best. “Old bean” indeed.

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Under the Ivy (PG-13) by coffeejunkii

Summary: It is impressive how much you can learn about someone by simply sharing a few rooms. They don’t spend time together, not really, but Harry still knows that Malfoy prefers raspberry jam over strawberry, that he hums along to the Wireless when he thinks no one is around, and that his leg is bothering him more than usual when the temperatures drop below freezing.

Notes: Another old, old favourite of mine. It’s like snuggling into a soft blanket. Remus owns a cottage and Harry moves in after the war. Later, Remus lets a room to Draco, who is an outcast after the war and has limited housing options. Harry isn’t happy at first with the new lodger, but he eventually warms up to Draco. A slow and gentle romance.

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Vale Sanare (M) by rurounihime

Summary: Draco’s world gains a new component, just when he thought he’d sorted everything out.

Notes: London nightclubs, one-night-stands, loud music and lonely nights. Draco has seizures due to a curse from the war, and the seizures have led to a fear of intimacy. Short and sweet.

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The Way Down (T) by lettered

Summary: Malfoy’s all, “Come out of there,” the way you say to a cat who is badly behaved. And Harry’s all like, “No, what, I’m a hermit! And I have a chest-monster! And I am crazy magically powerful!” and Malfoy’s all, “We all have problems, bub.” (thoughtfully) “You are crazy though. I’ll give you that.”

Notes: I just adore this fic. The fic starts well-grounded, giving you a solid backstory and matter-of-fact context, but as it goes on, it slowly unravels into dreamy scenes, lush settings, and repeated motifs. It’s just such a beautiful story.

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When Love beckons to you, follow him (PG-13) by megyal

Summary: Draco wakes up, lost, somewhere in a forest. He has no idea where he is or how he got there. As he is blundering around trying to find his way home, he hears Harry's voice in his head, telling him what to do.

Notes: I generally like my fics to be bittersweet or with a bit of heartache — but this fic is just a little cloud of softness. If you need something light and lovely without being syrupy-sweet, this is a good choice!

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The World of the Living (M) by fourth_rose

Summary: A traumatised war hero and a convicted criminal under the roof of an eccentric journalist make for a rather odd ensemble, but Luna has never had a problem with oddities as long as they make sense.

Notes: The story is told from Luna’s perspective, which gives everything a lovely dreamy quality. She takes in a couple of strays after the war — first Harry, who is avoiding his other friends and has quit his Auror job — and then she offers a room to Draco right after his trial. Draco is rude, angry, and ungrateful; Harry is churlish, withdrawn, and moody. Luna doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, and over the course of the next few months, her house guests slowly warm up to each other.

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Voices From the Fog (E) by noeon

Summary: After years of running away, Harry crosses paths with an all-too familiar face and follows him to Amsterdam.

Notes: Harry drifts across Europe, trying to forget the war. He ends up in a woodworking shop in Amsterdam, alongside a moody Draco. Atmospheric settings and solid characterisation.

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The Vessel [Pt. 15- Final Chapter]

Geralt of Rivia x fem! reader

A/N- This is officially the end of my book, and I want to thank you all for sparing the time to read it. Thank you! 🤍

Warnings: fluff and soft Geralt

*Please reblog if you like it, do not repost or claim my work as yours.

[My Masterlist] [My Witcher Masterlist - Read the other parts here!]

Geralt grumbled under his breath, yet his movements were quiet; stealthy like a cat as he didn't want to wake you. You were almost due to give birth, and Geralt didn't want to disturb your sleep, because you hardly got any. Although it was strangely pleasing to him to watch you try to pacify your baby, sometimes stroking your bump, or sometimes singing to it, and he didn't want to admit he secretly loved it, he was happy the baby was calm today, and you were peacefully asleep.

He entered your shared bedroom back in your home in Redania where he now mostly spent his time, when he was not out hunting monsters, that was. His armour was soiled with gore, fragments of the kikimora's intestines, and he wanted nothing more than to drown himself into a bath, and relax but he didn't want to wake you up.

The size of the body the man had, silence was the least dominant trait that he had. As he took off his armour, the armour fell from his hand, crashing against the floor with the clatter that woke you up instantly.

"Fuck, who's there?" You almost sat up in bed, grabbing a nearby empty pitcher of water in your grip, ready to throw it at whoever it was, your mind slightly disoriented as you had been asleep.

"It's just me," Geralt grumbled, frowning at how clumsy he was, immediately bending and picking up his armour. Finally, your eyes adjusted to the lighting of the room, and when you saw him, you slowly slid out of the bed and waddled towards him.

"What have you done to yourself, my love? You look like a piss pot."

"Hm, blame the kikimora," Geralt grumbled, under his breath, and you ended up chuckling as he tried to shoo you back into bed, waving his hands.

"Didn't mean to wake you, go to bed, [Y/N]."

"It's okay, Geralt. Let me draw your bath," You motioned to him to take off his dirty clothes while you decided to warm some water so he could take a bath.

Geralt didn't let you carry the pails of water yourself, of course and neither could you. In fact, it was difficult for you to climb the stairs owing to the fact that your bump was blocking your view of your feet.

You watched as he slid into the warm water, his body immediately relaxing as the soothing touch of the heat hit his sore body.

"I can't wait to give birth, Geralt," you mumbled as you sat against the edge of the bed, rubbing a paste that you had created over your swollen ankles, as much as you could bend, while Geralt relaxed in the bathtub, his eyes flicking occasionally towards you and a small smile graced his lips at the sight of you.

When Geralt didn't reply, you lifted your gaze, fixing it on him, noticing how he was staring at you. His lips were curved— so minutely, that only you and Jaskier could understand now, little details about him, like when he was amused, or in a jestful mood. You stood up, letting the vessel down on the bed, and walked up to fix yourself behind your Witcher's back, your hands coming to rest against the base of his neck as you began scrubbing him. Geralt of Rivia's company had taught to treat silence as bliss.

"What was that?" You frowned as you looked up at the wooden door of your bedroom. You had been sitting against the headboard of your bed, while Geralt was laying on your lap, almost having dozed off; your fingers gently stroking through his locks, lulling him into an even deeper sleep.

The words had barely escaped your lips, and Geralt was up, rigid and alert, like a wolf. He jumped, in one movement, standing by your bed, his hand drawn towards you, his palm raised, motioning you to stay still as he grabbed his sword with the other hand.

"Jaskier? Is that you?" Geralt snarled, but the pounding outside your door didn't stop, and instead it worsened, the loud noise now giving you a headache, forcing you to press your hands against your ears.

Just as Geralt darted towards the door, ready to pull it open and see for himself as to exactly who this intruder was when suddenly, the door flung open, and a Cintran guard tossed Jaskier in, who fell on his knees where Geralt was.

"Geralt! Say something, I am being tossed about like a worthless sack of grain!" Jaskier dramatized, and you hurriedly slid against the edge of the bed while Geralt drew his sword towards the Cintran guard.

The guard turned, regarding you through the armoured helmet that covered his face partially, and then nodded to himself before his voice rang out, "My Queen, the Princess is here, as expected."

"Touch her, I'll break your fucking bones," Geralt growled, his grip on his sword tightening when suddenly, "Lower your weapons! I'm here to talk," a familiar voice commanded, and you knew who it was. You pressed your lips together in a slight anger, both your hands coming to rest protectively against your swollen belly.

Calanthe entered, her eyes falling first thing on the Witcher and her frown widened, before she turned towards you, "Knew I'd find you here."

You bit your lip, eyeing her carefully, when Geralt began speaking, and her head shot towards him.

"If you're here to drag her to that King who fucked his own sister, then it's too late."

You nodded at Geralt's words, immediately rushing to Geralt's side, stepping behind him, grabbing on to his hand that wasn't holding the sword, your fingers entwining with his, "Yes, mother. My baby will not be a bastard anymore. We're married now."

"I'm not here to ask you to marry Foltest, I'm here to—" she stopped talking, throwing out her hands towards you, trying to nudge you to go to her but you stayed by Geralt's side, "I'm here to take you home. Your Kingdom needs you. I need you. If the Witcher is who you desire then, I give my blessings."

"What?" You and Jaskier said almost together, and you almost choked on a gasp.

"All my life, I thought you were dead and then I found you only to lose you again. Come home, I can't rule a Kingdom anymore, I need you to sit on that throne."

The shock of it all was hard to process. You gasped, tightening your grip on Geralt's hand and he turned towards you with a frown, "You okay?"

"A throne? This is too much."

"You were born for this, [Y/N]." Calanthe continued.

Suddenly, your mind began zoning out the voices, and the voices of Geralt, Calanthe and Jaskier were just background noises to you. You felt something wet slide down the inside of your legs, and your eyes widened. Your breathing laboured suddenly as a sudden cramp tore through your stomach, all too suddenly, and you whelp escaped your lips, causing Geralt to turn towards you.

"I don't think.. I can think of any throne right now.. mother.. I think the baby is coming."

That was, perhaps, the fastest journey Geralt had made, to the village to get the midwife, while Calanthe stayed with you.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Calanthe wiped her sweaty brow with the back of her hand and you growled at her, "Then what exactly am I doing mother? You are not helping!! I would rather have you switch places with Jask'."

"Leave me out of this. I have a history of fainting at the sight of a lot of blood," Jaskier called out from outside the room, and you groaned in pain, and part annoyance, now aware that he was lurking right outside your door.

You screamed as another contraction tore through your body, the midwife having finally arrived as Calanthe switched positions with her and you felt her squat down by your lower region. You tried breathing, preparing yourself for another crippling contraction, spreading your legs and arching your back, as Calanthe tried to soothe you.

"Geralt, I fucking hate you for doing this to me! I hope you hear me!" You screamed in pain, even though you knew you would regret this later when you would have your baby pressed to your chest.

The sun set, and the sun rose again the next day; but your screaming didn't die. It was only when the sun was right above your home did the first cries of your girl finally fill your shack. Tears of joy flew freely through your eyes, and your mother's as she pressed the babe to her chest, looking down at her slightly golden eyes in awe.

"She's got Geralt's eyes," she whispered to you, as you let out a sob, and weakly threw out your hands so you would hold her in your arms. She was so tiny, and so perfect, her eyes like Geralt, a tuft of golden white locks already on top of her otherwise bald head.

"Mother, can you take her? I feel.. like all my energy is gone."

"Lay down and close your eyes, child. You've birthed a baby, and that isn't easy as the menfolk think it is. I have her," she took her from your arms, and you smiled weakly at the sight before you let your eyes shut.

You were in a dreamless slumber, your slumber so deep that even Jaskier playing the lute against your ears would not have been enough to wake you up.

After a long time, you stirred in your sleep, your eyes slowly fluttering open.

The sight in front of you, as you propped yourself up against your elbows, made your heart swell with love. Geralt sat on a chair, his eyes pressed shut, his chest rising up and down the only movement that you could see, holding your daughter close to his chest. The little babe looked tiny as compared to the Witcher's bulky frame, yet this was the softest sight you had ever seen. You slid to the edge of the bed, letting the bare pads of your feet brush against the cold floorboards as you pushed your still sore body up. Just then, Jaskier entered the room, his eyes lighting up as he saw you.

You smiled when you saw that he was holding the blanket that you had knitted for the baby when you had found out of the pregnancy.

"Here," he whispered in a low voice so he didn't wake the father and the daughter as he threw out his hand towards you. You only shook your head and pointed towards Geralt.

"Scared to put it on him?" You joked, your voice a whisper too.

"For the first time, I don't want to ruin the moment," he smiled, as he pulled you into a side hug and you almost sniffled dramatically, pouting, "Well, Jaskier. Aren't you in love?"

"Princess, I'm not ashamed to say I'm in love with her. She is the best thing that's happened to us."

"Oh, Jaskier—" You blurted out, a little too loud, and the Witcher grumbled slightly, stirring from his sleep as he fluttered his eyes open; the first thing his eyes falling on being the baby in his arms, and then up at you.

Geralt smiled and nodded, as you walked up to him, lowering yourself on his thigh, carefully placing your palm on top of her head.

"She's perfect, my love," Geralt whispered, and you nodded, wrapping your arm around his neck, letting your head rest against his.

It was the calm before the storm.

You stood by the massive window of your chambers, staring at the city ahead of you— Cintra.

Your Kingdom, your home, which you now ruled, with your Witcher by your side.

"What are you thinking, love?"

The familiar rasp of a voice made you turn towards him, a faint smile breaking out against your lips. Geralt was propped on his elbow, his naked chest glistening as a ray of sunshine fell directly on him, his lower body wrapped in the silkiest of the blankets.

"I have an ill feeling, Geralt."

"Come to bed, love. Let me make you feel better," Geralt smirked, as he patted on the empty side of your bed but before you could, a loud babble of a baby filled the room.

Both you and Geralt turned towards the door, watching your one year old taking baby steps towards the two of you.

"How the hell?" Geralt muttered, when Jaskier darted into the room; his hair unkempt, paint caked on his cheeks and his shirt. He grabbed Fiona in his arms, and swung her up and the little girl cackled in glee, making you grin.

"Sorry, I was just teaching her how to paint. She ran off with my brushes," he sheepishly grinned before his eyebrow shot up and he eyed Geralt, "Don't let my interference stop whatever the two of you were planning to do. Perhaps, planning a sibling for her."

Geralt grunted under his breath, while you ended up snorting to his comment, shaking your head, "That's not happening, Jaskier. I'm done with mages and their spells. Now run along, we've got things to do."

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Has Alec's water trauma already been adressed in the Vardy AU? I think that'd be interesting!

I did a one-shot where Hardy has a nightmare but he didn't talk about what happened to Lucian, they just turned into their respective animals and went back to sleep.

But I can do a follow-up!

Warning: mentions of the Sandbrook case, Hardy's transformation into a vampire, the Latimer case

On with the fic!

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"Did you sleep better?" Lucian asked quietly as they laid in bed together, the sun was just barely starting to rise and Hardy wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. But he had work later, and he might as well just stay awake.

He sighed and shifted closer. "Sort of. When I'm a bat, it's easier to forget my problems when I'm so tiny and my brain has other things to think about."

"Such as?"

"Flying around, finding moths, looking for a little corner to avoid people." Hardy replied. "I slept alright, but waking up as a human again wasn't something I wanted."

Lucian nodded, Hardy could feel his fingers in his hair, gently running through them. There was a comfortable silence, until Lucian spoke again. "What were you dreaming about last night?"

A groan came from Hardy as he tried to hide his face, but Lucian tapped his head. "Alec, talk to me."

"No. I don't want to do this."

"You'll feel a lot better if you walk about it, you were in a horrible state when I woke up."

Hardy looked at him, seeing a worried look on the other man's face. He hated it when people worried about him, it made him feel guilty. He should be the one worrying over others, it was his job. "I won't feel better."

"How do you know?" Lucian asked softly.

"Because it makes me feel like shit to talk about what happened, it's like reliving it."

Lucian made a small hum and sighed, pulling Hardy closer, kissing the top of his head. Not in a demeaning, babying way, but in a comforting way that Hardy wouldn't admit felt rather nice. "Love, I understand what it's like to live with nightmares of something that happened in the past. It's been over six hundred years and I still see my wife dying while I could do nothing but be chained to the floor."

Hardy felt a twinge of sorrow for the lycan, but he also felt a heavy guilt sit in his chest. "I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be sorry. But you know of my past, of Sonja. It hurts to speak of her death, but I still speak of it because it helps to understand. Will you let me understand your pain?"

The vampire looked at him, eyes searching, before he sighed. "Damn you and your convincing words."

He sat up, running a hand through his hair. "It rained last night. It never used to bother me, when I was alive. But I... I was killed, turned into a monster on a stormy night. I was chasing down a killer I'd been tracking for weeks, to the River Clyde, where he grabbed me and he..."

He rubbed at his neck, feeling the two, small scars that would never go away. They'd always be there, always a reminder, no matter how human he tried to be. "The last thing I remembered while I was dying was pain and watching the storm rage on."

"You were dreaming of your death?" Lucian asked, and Hardy shook his head, then nodded.

"Sort of, it was... part of it. The other part was... another river, another storm. I dreamt of Pippa in my arms, when I found her in the river." He would never forget the feeling of that little girl's corpse in his arms, he could still feel it, a phantom sensation. It haunted him.

"I didn't think the water would affect me like it did, I nearly drowned several times, the river was so powerful and I almost lost her to the currants below. Not even a vampire can survive a rage river in a storm if they're not careful."

He shifted, pulling his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on them. "Afterwards, I started feeling sick, tense whenever there was a storm, or I was near deep, moving water. How was I last night?"

"Tense." Lucian frowned. "You were on edge last night when the storm started."

"It's been years, Lucian, I should be better than this." Hardy sighed. "Even Danny's case made it feel worse. He was near the ocean, the fucking water kept being associated with his case. The three cases that ruined me all have water associated with them, fucking amazing. I'm over a hundred years old, why am I letting this ruin my life still?"

"I'm over eight hundred and even I have fears, love." Lucian sat up, wrapping an arm around him. "You remember when I threw my coat over you that one day when you were out in the sun?"

"Yeah?" Hardy looked at him. "You thought I was going to burn."

"I... didn't know how immune you were to the light. I feared you too would burst into flames." Lucian frowned. "Alec, I never liked seeing a vampire burn, I never saw them, I always saw my poor Sonja, her last moments of life were pain."

Hardy frowned softly, resting his head on Lucian's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright. But you don't have to feel bad for being uncomfortable with water, and what you associate with it."

"I need to be the brave one."

"No, you don't. Fear is a human response, if you were not fearful and worried, I'd be more worried about you." The lycan spoke. "If you have another nightmare like that, just let me know, alright?"

Hardy nodded. "Fine."

"And if there's a storm again, if you want, you can just become a bat and sit with me if that brings you more comfort. You don't have to be a human while it's happening."

The vampire nodded once more, feeling a bit better. He had wanted to change last night, it was a comfort to be a bat during storms, that was human Hardy's problem, not bat Hardy's. Bat Hardy didn't have to deal with horrors, he just was a tiny, fuzzy, leathery thing that hid in corners or sat on Lucian's head.

"Thank you." He replied. "You can be a wolf if your own nightmares get to you. I won't mind."

He felt a kiss to his head. "That would be lovely, thank you. You should rest a bit more, you don't have work for another few hours. I'll get you up before then."

"Will you stay with me?"

"Of course."

Hardy nodded, then was tiny, fuzzy, and leathery. He was held by Lucian who laid down, setting the little bat on his chest, and gently rubbed his head to relax him. Hardy closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

[weirdlyfitting]

I gotta admit i haven't watched the whole s4 of stranger things (not really into it and s3 is meh) but ehh i'm totally fine with seeing spoilers

SO i was pretty interested with the whole "who dies in s4 vol 2" theory and was expecting either robin or steve (i'd be really sad if it's stebe tho) but NOPE

IT'S EDDIE lmaoooooo

And trust me even if i didn't know eddie's whole character in the story i enjoy watching s4 edits/fancam about him! :D

It's just that- seriously??? Eddie???

Why "eddie" out of all? Surely there are more characters out there that deserve the death other than him right?

Seeing the fandom's reaction to his death made me feel like i was in that "first time?" meme lmaooooo. I understand that feeling when i saw another eddie died and uh- yeah his body pretty much got left in the monsters' lair???? And yes i'm talking about eddie kaspbrak from it & it chapter 2 in here

It's just- what's up with writers killing these eddies?????

OHHH and there's also that eddie from jurassic world camp cretaceous that died cause he got eaten by i rex!

Anyway eddie (kasprak)? He's seriously my beloved character and now looking at peps feeling the same as i felt back then is so....funny(?)

Like i've moved on from that (yes eds' death hit tiny me emotionally back then so what) but now another eddie died and it just cracks me up. I guess writers really just loved to kill a character named eddie huh?

[anonil88]

Euphoria Season 2 Ep 2 After Thoughts

❄ Not exactly a live blog or my normal format because I'm dealing with my own stuff but still spoilers below ❄

I realize every Nate episode is going to be the slowest episode because while he's complex character wise he is also is a basic boring white man.

Fez is an angel and Cassie is being dumb. Cassie is the girl that's okay with being a secret because at least that person loves her in private or when the lights are off. I need her to seek help.

Dear Kat, it is okay to break up with the nice guy if you do not like him. It isn't because he's too nice, she just doesn't like him like that and she can't change that he's corny. It is okay to focus on yourself and its not like Ethan does not know he is fourth wheeling. He can sense something is off it seems so I hope that they talk.

Rue is not ready to communicate honestly with Jules, drugs aside shes a teenager and at 17 your communication skills are piss water poor. Because she should have gone to Jules' before going to NA and had lunch or just spent time with her girlfriend but she is 17. So she went to the person she can get high with who doesn't judge her and also won't tell her to stop or slow down. I get wanting that validation but only getting fed what you want everyday gets old. So she is going to end up single, which its going to hurt her but it may be a wakeup call. And if she wants people in her life romantic or not then she has to just be honest. She also does not like being confronted with her addiction and how bad it is. She doesn't face the consequences of her actions. Ali cares like really cares and scared her just a tiny bit. Rue is very much black because yes she's afraid of the consequences of her own actions, they are coming and they will come fast especially with H, but she is afraid of her mother.

I like Faye she deserves a good hug and counseling, but I don't trust her to keep her mouth shut. She's funny but she could snitch.

Jules needs to sit with Rue and maybe Elliot too and be like i need honesty and part of her truth is knowing Rue is not the best influence and telling Rue that. Jules isn't an idiot she just doesn't know about the heroin yet, once she finds out I hope she snitches. If i was in her position id be the villian so many people paint her to be, yea you don't stay clean for one week or at the very least cut your use in half since cold turkey is actually very bad for the system no helping you pass xyz class. Enjoy being grounded. Elliot is in for a storm.

Nate is too focused on his own fantasy of a future where he can be better than his father is without admitting his own faults. He is also still playing mindgames just like his dad does based on the way he treats Cassie. He's playing Cassie so he doesn't loose Maddy or at least keeps Maddy in his good graces so she doesn't expose his father for fucking kids.

Maddy needs to enjoy not having Nate in her life and maybe she will forgive Cassie because she is a bit self absorbed it may be like an "oh well since he can't have me i guess he went to whose closest like me then." Maddy is envious of Kat's relationship because its pure but Kat is envious and lying to have the wild intense emotions that Maddy had. But they both aren't realizing how neither of them is in a great spot but Maddy is the IT girl but she still is insecure and wanting more from life.

Lexi was/is in the same spot Jules and Elliot are now in so its not like anyone in Rue's life is shouldering the hurt alone. But, Lexi held her tongue and feels guilty for it. I'd of not held my tongue in that gas station though I'm about to tell Cal all about himself and all about his son. You raised a monster cause what I'm not gonna do is be a lil bitch again and not speak up especially not in front of this man. At least she can be a witness should shit hit the fan with Cal and Nate.

Oh also i get why Rue texted Jules so fast I'm done N.A but can I come over but she should have said so I was on my way to N.A. and I saw Cassie and Nate making out. Hope to God Maddy would have seen the tape too lol.

To be honest exposing Cal would fix like 40 percent of everyone's issues here but there would still be the other issues they are dealing with that are just the follies of being a teenager or Rue's biggest issue her using drugs and her depression.

Overall: Everything is an illusion, everyone has bad in the happiest of situations. To be honest they all need to be confronted with their truths and just face the consequences. But we all hate that don't we so its likely that these characters will do what we all do, avoid them or try to.

That hour went by very fast, but I am liking these changes. It feels even more like a drama which I had hoped for before the season aired. It also does NOT linger into the realm of skins or spam for too long. It still manages to set itself apart but I am worried because we are being inched slowly into what is going to come next. Rue is going to be manic and on heroin what a wild combination of actual bad behavior and fun stupid teen shit she is about to take her friends on.

[ikevamp-shrine]

Hi! Short and sweet, as requested!

I'm 5" tall, a tad curvy, I have an hourglass figure and really toned legs 😅 I have brown hair cut in a bob, hazel eyes and wear round-shaped glasses. My pronouns are she/her. I'm shy at first but once I start feeling more confident about my surroundings, I open up bit by bit. I'm easy-going and tend to find the best in people; I enjoy reading and going on bike rides. I also have a dark sense of humour which is a big contrast to how smol and even innocent I look (the shorter, the more evil 👀); I'm also a lot into painting, I mostly use watercolor and am fond of nature. I love the sea and enjoy being a loner, but being around people also makes me feel comfy. I'm an Architecture major and love history and the occult, as well ✨

I'd like a pretty angsty/smutty combo with Theo 👀💛💛I'm all about that sweet tough badass looking boi with a heart of gold and soft and sweet core. I love that man, yo. I'm really looking forward to this, this is my first time participating! I hope you're doing well and take time for yourself, thank you so much for doing these fun events! You are golden 💛💛💛🌻💛💛💛💛

I am doing okay, and please, you do the same (take time for yourself, that is). I wouldn’t be doing these events if it wasn’t for all the wonderful people who support me so please don’t thank me, thank them. And no- the only golden one here is you darlin’. Thank you so much for commenting, putting in an ask, and being so kind. Please enjoy. (just in case the photos are blurry or won’t load- the letter is typed out as well under the ‘keep reading’) @greatpeanutsandwich

There are nine spots left. Rules and summary of event are here

Btw sorry to any Dutch readers. Google translate is the only thing I got.

            To be honest Hondje, I had been staring at this damned paper for longer than I wish to admit. It is… difficult to find the correct words. After all, how do you tell someone just how much you love them, but the fantasy of that love can never be birthed? The truth is, my love for you rivals that of the sea’s unforgiving wrath, but we could never be together- no matter how desperate I am for you.

            I wish our love could be more than one short month, I really, truly do, but the danger that lurks around every corner is too great. I wouldn’t be able to protect you. Verdomd- I can already hear your voice saying that you can handle yourself, that you don’t need to be protected.

            You know, that’s your problem Hondje; you think you can take the danger just being near me brings, but you can’t. So, be a good pup and understand just how much pain it causes me to write these words. Believe me, when I say I can’t breathe at the thought I will no longer be able to hold you close to me each morning, smile at the slow puffs of your breath against my neck as you cuddle closer to my chest.

            I can still feel the warmth of your body seeping into mine, the taste of your lips and skin are still imprinted onto my tongue, and the marks you left on my back still sting. But that sting reminds me of you, so I guess I can forgive you for the abuse you put me through. I crave your touch, and your smile so much it hurts. That’s the issue. You’re too bright, too addicting, too fond of what the touch of another human brings. My darkness, my demons would suffocate your light.

            I still remember the first time you froze in the middle of the street. I had to pull you back and into my arms so you wouldn’t be ran over by a carriage, remember that? And when I asked you why in the hell you would be so oblivious to your surroundings, do you know what you said? ‘That building! Do you see it, Theo? Look at the structure, the advanced placing of materials, the intelligence needed to know exactly how to keep those curved planks of wood from toppling!’ All I could think at that moment was, ‘you really live up to your nickname with how wide and excited your eyes are.’ You looked like a puppy being gifted a tasty treat. That look was completely different from the glaze in your eyes as I had ran my hands up the beautiful curves of your body, seeking to memorize every dip and plane of your skin.

            Hey Hondje? Why did you look so willing to put every ounce of trust you had in that tiny stature of yours in me, even while my fingers carded through your hair, pulling at those short, silky strands? Do you know how much my teeth throbbed to sink into your exposed neck as your warmth fluttered around me? Do you realize how rough I wanted to be with you? Would you accept the fact that I yearned to see tears stream down your face from my teasing, and your blood to coat my tongue? If you’re smart, you’ll be running towards the door, frantic to throw open that barrier between me and the place you belong after reading those last few sentences.

            Grow old, build a family, have fun, don’t take shit from anyone, eat many pancakes, keep staring at the sea with love in your eyes, continue to babble on about the history you seem so fond of, never stop painting, buy a weapon and take some fighting classes- Lord knows how short you are, you uiterst kleine persoon. Never, never quit chasing after your passions. I beg of you to forget this mansion, these men, and most of all, Theodorus van Gogh.

I am a monster Hondje, and I will be damned before I drag you down with me.

                                    Forever yours, mijn reden om te leven

                                                                                            -Theodorus van Gogh

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[rikumorimachisgirl]

Title: Seal the Deal

Characters: Bokuto x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1,848

Author's note: So, I haven't written in a long time and I know I'm kinda rusty. Please bear with me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyuu!! and the characters, but I own the plot for this fic.

'Congratulations! You have been selected as one of the winners in the Bouncing Ball Corp's Monster Generation giveaway. A limited-edition Nendoroid and a special surprise will arrive at your delivery address. Please confirm if you are available to receive this tomorrow by responding to this message. Thank you.'

You must've read the text message over a hundred times in the last twenty-four hours, but it still made your heart skip a beat. Setting your phone down, you stood up and tried to straighten up the flat that you had just moved into last month. It wasn't much - a cozy one-bedroom apartment with a small living area, which usually doubled as your dining area on days when you could eat a nice meal at home. It certainly was a far cry from the lavish three-bedroom apartment you once shared with your ex-boyfriend, but at least it was easier to clean. 

Your ex-boyfriend - the wild, and oh-so-adorable big baby you'd loved since high school, the same one who broke your heart a few months back when he couldn't choose between you and the sport he loves, and the reason you sent in several entries to the Bouncing Ball Corp's giveaway. You sighed. If your friends found out you'd won a limited edition Nendoroid of that same person they had worked so hard to help you get over, you knew you'd be done for. But how exactly does one get over the sweet summer storm that is Kotaro Bokuto? And besides, you thought, at least a Nendoroid won't leave you unless you throw it out. 

** Ding-dong **

The sound of your doorbell snapped you back to your senses. "Just a minute," you called out as you quickly tied your hair and hurried to the door in an oversized sweater and shorts. You could feel your heart beat faster at the thought that your precious Nendoroid was within reach. 'Oh, and the text message said there was a special surprise, too,' you thought quietly. Maybe, if you were lucky, you'll also get his signed jersey. That wouldn't be so bad, you thought again as you unlocked the door and pulled it open. 

You gasped, as the person waiting right outside the door greeted you with the warmest smile and his signature line. 

"Hey, hey, he -," he paused halfway through upon seeing you. "Y/N-chan?"

Hearing him say your name almost made you cry. You had missed how he always managed to make it sound so beautiful. You also missed his naughty smirk that usually came with calling your name. As you gazed at your reflection in his golden eyes, you wondered if - like you - this beautiful man thought of you, too. You had no idea how long you've been looking at each other, but it wasn't until you heard your neighbor's baby crying that you both shook yourselves out of your reverie.

"Oh, uh.  Did you need anything?" You asked, trying to sound as casual as possible. 

"Yes, I'm here to personally deliver the prize from Kenma. Kuroo asked to go, and this was the address he gave…," your ex-boyfriend said as he fumbled over his phone, looking for the exact message his friend has given. Glancing back and forth his phone and the number on the door, he scratched the back of his head. "See, it says 2404 -"

"Yes, Bokuto-san, I won the contest," you finally admitted, as you felt a blush slowly creep up your cheeks. 

"You did?" He flashed you a dazzling smile, his eyes sparkled and you looked away. When he noticed your eyes move to the paper bag he was carrying, he cleared his throat. "Uh… yeah, this is for you…"

"Uh, thanks," you replied shyly, as you took the paper bag containing the Nendoroid of the very same person you were talking to now. Your gaze darted from his handsome face to the suddenly empty hall outside your flat, and you could tell he was feeling just as awkward. "So, uh…"

"So, uh, this is where you moved to?" He asked as he took a step forward to peek inside your humble abode. 

"Uh-huh," you replied. "I-I'd invite you in, but…"

"Don't mind if I do," he said, stepping inside your pad. Even with his back facing you, you could tell that he was surveying your space, and you felt more and more flustered by the minute. "You have a microwave. I need to get me one of those."

"You have a microwave, Bokuto-san. It's top-of-the-line, and it was working fine when I moved out," you quipped, as you watched him from behind. 

"Was it? Then I must've destroyed it the other day when I tried to use it to heat water," he said casually, as he looked around your pad some more.

"Your couch looks comfortable. I should probably buy one for my bedroom."

"What's wrong with the sectional? If I remember correctly, you had it customized by Fendi," you retorted. 

"Did I? There must've been a reason I did, but I can't remember," he muttered, turning his attention to the wall.  "Oh, this is a nice painting. I need one of these."

"That's just a painting I bought at a trift shop," you said, cocking an eyebrow at your tall ex-lover. "You have original Murukamis on your walls, Bokuto-san. We bought three of them in the fundraiser that Kuroo hosted."

"Oh. Of course," he sighed. "It's just that… well, your place is -"

"Small?" 

"No, it's not that," he responded, as he gazed upward as if trying to find the right word. 

"Tiny? Minuscule? Compact?" 

"Hey, those all mean the same thing," he whined before plopping down on your couch. You quietly watched as he leaned back and stretched out his legs, trying hard not to bump the coffee table, but he still managed to do so. Something about the scene before you were so endearing, you found yourself smiling before you could stop yourself. And right about that time, your dashing ex-lover happened to look at you and smile back. Lifting his hand out to you, he said, "I'm just saying your new place sorta gives off a certain kind of vibe, you know."

Raising an eyebrow, you stared at his hand and thought twice about taking it. It wasn't like you never held hands before, but now that you've broken up, it all seems so weird. 

But you wanted to take it. Oh, how you've imagined holding his hand a thousand times since you broke up, so just before he pulled away, you moved forward to grab it, and fell on his lap in the process. As you struggled to stand up, the dashing MSBY Outside Hitter put his arm around your waist to keep you from budging. "Ah, now this scene looks awfully familiar."

"Stop it, Bokuto-san," you said, hitting him on the chest so he could loosen his grip on you a little bit. 

"Oh, but don't you think seeing each other after several months is fate?"

"More like a certain capitalist's underhanded scheme," you retorted, as you tried to wiggle your way out of his grasp. 

"Just… just let me hold you a little longer, Y/N-chan… please?" 

You stopped squirming as you listened to his silent plea, and you slowly turned your eyes met his. "Bokuto-san…"

"You could do better than that," he said, as he lifted one hand and traced the side of your face with his long fingers. "I… I missed you, Y/N-chan. I know this was all my fault, I just didn't think you'd up and leave."

"That's what usually happens when you say you love your career more than your girlfriend, Kotaro," you managed to reply, as you thought back to that fateful night when you had come home from attending another one of your friends' wedding stag because he had practice. He was watching one of their games against the Adlers, paying close attention to Ushijima and Kageyama's quick attacks when you sat beside him and recounted how beautiful the ceremony was and how much more fun it would've been if he had attended it with you. He'd usually humor you - asking you to tell him what you liked best about it, how the food was, and listen intently to what you had to say - but lately, he'd neither had the patience not the drive to hear you out and on that night, you weren't having it either. After your stories were met with silence, you decided enough was enough. And on that same evening, you called your old roommate to let her know you were staying over. 

"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N-chan. I was under a lot of pressure before," he said, drawing you away from your thoughts. "I was under a lot of pressure. You knew a lot was riding on winning the championships."

As he looked at your blank expression, he huffed and pouted. "I know, I know… I could've chased after you - and believe me, I wanted to, but… uh..," he trailed off.

"But I wasn't your priority," you deadpanned. 

"To be honest, I thought you'd come back the next day, and when you didn't…"

"You got angry and thought you shouldn't come after me?"

"No… more like I thought you'd come back the day after or the day after that, and before I realized it, so much time has passed and it was too late to chase after you…"

"So you decided not to?" You watched as he nodded silently, admitting defeat, and you sighed. If this were someone else, you would easily doubt what he said was true, but this guy wouldn't lie to you if his life depended on it. The tightness you had felt in your chest started to ease up, and rolled your eyes and clicked your tongue. "That's so like you, Bokuto-san."

"And there's no one else but you for me, Y/N-chan," he replied, holding you steady in his arms. "So, what do you say, do you think you can give me another shot at this?"

"At what exactly?"

"At this," he gestured to the both of you. "At us. Please? I'll be a better boyfriend. I'll attend all the parties you want to go to, or I'll listen to whatever you want to say to me - even when you repeat it several times, I'll do whatever you want, Y/N-chan, so please…"

You could feel your heart melt as he pleaded with you, and you silently scolded yourself at having your resolve crushed so easily. You knew your friends were probably not going to be happy, but you also knew no one else would do for you. 

"Y/N-chan?"

You sighed and turned your attention back to him. "I suppose you are cuter than the Nendoroid," you said haughtily. 

"So, will you date me again?"

"As long as you promise I'm your priority from now on."

He squeezed you to his chest and squealed. "You don't need to worry because you're the only one that matters," he said before his lips met yours to seal the deal. 

The end. 

[meowmerson]

also, now i've got a craving for tom seducing hermione to the dark side and them doing crime together, sort of a bonnie & clyde you know, but maybe like in a robin hood style? killing the rich and corrupted something like that? i'd love you forever

hi i binge-watched all of la casa de papel in 4 days so this  is all i could think of

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Hermione had been through a lot in her life: The constant battle with her parent’s Alzheimers, the failed relationship with the man she now has to work along-side every day of her life, the never-ending struggle of being a woman in a male-dominated field, the countless times she had put her life on the line for her work.

But this moment, eye-to-eye with the man she thought she was in love with, the pain she felt in her chest was more than she had ever felt at any other moment in her life. More than the first moment she realized her mother would never be quite the same, more than the moment she was forced to accept that her first love was fading, more than every time she was scolded by her superiors, snubbed by her coworkers, or shot by criminals. This was worse. 

“It was you,” She said, thought she could hardly get the words out, “All this time, working in that police tent, searching for a man who was right in front of me this entire time.”

“Hermione,” Tom said, softly, gently, his eyes fixed on hers despite the gun she had trained on him.

“Don’t,” She snapped, before he could try to convince her of anything. Before he could lie to her again, tell her she was wrong, tell her she was paranoid. He couldn’t do that now, not now that she was standing in his hide-out, now that she could see what he saw all this time, now that she could see the phone that he used to call her, to play with her, all the while fucking her to keep her off his scent. “You’re under arrest.”

“Hermione, don’t do this.” Tom’s voice was still so calm, so soft, he spoke to her like he had every other time they spoke, like he did when they woke up in the morning, like he did when they talked about a future together. 

“You have the right to remain silent–” She continued. 

“There are things that you don’t understand.” Tom beseeched her.

“Anything you say can be held against you in court.” She advanced on him slowly, keeping her gun trained on him. “You have the right to a lawyer–”

“Hermione if you would listen to me for once–” Tom interjected. 

Hermione raised her voice, “If you cannot afford a lawyer one will be appointed to you–”

“Hermione, you aren’t going to arrest me.” Tom intoned.

“Put your hands behind your head and turn around!” She barked, took one big step toward him and adjusted her grip on her gun. 

Tom stared at her, and his expression changed. Gone was the beseeching tilt of his brow, the gentleness behind his eyes. His face slid into an unreadable mask, and he watched her as she took another step toward him. He slowly raised his hands in a sign of surrender, and she advanced on him, gun still raised. 

He moved so quickly she didn’t have time to react. His hand grabbed the underside of her gun and yanked it out of her hand so quickly she didn’t have time to even consider pulling the trigger. The gun clattered to the ground, and he caught her wrists tightly in his grip and pulled her closer so that he was holding her against him. 

“This is bigger than both of us, Hermione,” He said, and he was so close, it was so intimate, it was so painful to see him so close knowing what she knew now. “Yes, I lied to you, it was the only way. This is more than a robbery, Hermione, this is more than a few thieves holding up a bank to fill their pockets, it–”

Hermione bent her leg, slammed her knee between his legs and headbutted him at the same time. His grip on her wrists loosened enough for her to pull away and dive for the gun, but he caught her, pulled her back locked his arm around her neck so she couldn’t breathe and she thought, He’s going to kill me. 

She reached out, her fingers brushed the handle of her gun. Tom held fast, he wouldn’t budge, she couldn’t breathe, she thought of every tender moment she shared with him, thought of every moment in that police tent, high on the chase, talking to the man on the phone, negotiating the release of the hostages, chasing every lead she could find to hunt him down and bring him in. She thought of the way he smiled, subtle and a bit sardonic, the way his long fingers trailed the length of her spine, the sound of his voice, soft and low, telling her he saw a future with her. 

She got a hold of her gun and held it up to press it to the side of his face. 

He didn’t flinch. He kept his arm tight around her throat, and she tried, she tried so hard to pull that trigger, but she couldn’t. What a fool she was, what a fucking idiot to fall so hard for a monster who would leave her breathless, lifeless on this floor while him and the people inside of that bank would escape with riches beyond their wildest dreams. What a simpering idiot she was, unable to shoot a man who wouldn’t hesitate to take her life to take what wasn’t his. 

She dropped the gun. 

Tom’s arm loosened on her throat, and he let her go. 

Hermione crumpled to the ground, coughing, her head spinning. It took her a few long, precious moments to regain her sense of self, to remember where she was, and she thought surely by now he would have taken her gun, trained it on her ready to finish the job. 

But when she turned, he was kneeling on the ground. He hadn’t moved. Her gun lay forgotten on the floor only a couple feet away. Neither of them reached for it. 

“All this time,” Hermione said, and she was horrified to find she was on the brink of tears. “All of this,” Tom’s dark eyes bore into hers, “Was it all planned?”

He hesitated. For a moment, she thought he might say nothing at all, and she couldn’t for the life of her figure out what would happen next. “Yes,” He said after a moment, and Hermione had to look away, “Every interaction with you, every moment spent, it was all in the plan.” 

Every word felt like he was pouring salt into the gaping wound in her chest. She felt like a fool, a disgrace to her department and a disgrace to the morals she had always prided herself on having. But he hadn’t finished, he kept talking. 

“I knew that keeping a close relationship to you was the key to maintaining the upper hand, but I never anticipated how close it would get.”

“You used me,” She spat.

“You aren’t listening.” He snapped, “It was in the plan, yes. The plan was important, it was perfect, every possible scenario was reviewed and anticipated, except for one.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” She pushed herself up so that she was sitting up, so that she could be almost eye level with him. He stared at her with a strange sort of desperation, an expression she hadn’t seen on him before. 

“I didn’t anticipate you.” He said. 

She didn’t understand. She shook her head, but she couldn’t verbalize it, she couldn’t explain her confusion because the way he was looking at her made her feel exposed in a way she wasn’t used to. 

He leaned closer, like he was testing the waters, like he wanted to be nearer to her but wasn’t sure if she would fight him again. She tensed, and he stopped. 

“You are worth so much more than that pathetic police force could ever offer you.” He said. She shook her head again, shuffled away from him, and he scooted closer, “Think of the things they’ve made you do–they’ve soiled your name by making you agree to trade eight hostages for the release of the diplomat’s daughter–”

“You did that.” She reminded him, “You released the recording.”

“Only because I had to show you that it was wrong.” He defended, inching close to her again. She moved away. “They made you spread lies about one of my men, to soil his name for the sake of the investigation, to sway public opinion to the side of the police.”

“I don’t understand.” She admitted. 

“But you must understand,” He stressed, moving closer still. She still shuffled away from him. “This isn’t petty thievery, Hermione, this is a redistribution of power.” 

As she moved, she felt her foot bump something on the floor. A quick glance told her it was her gun again, and as he moved closer still, she kicked the gun toward herself and leveled it with his face for the third time. 

“Hermione,” He tilted his head, looking disappointed, “We’ve already established you won’t shoot me.”

“Keep spewing bullshit and maybe I will.” She snapped. “Get to the point - what the hell do you mean you didn’t anticipate me.”

He clenched his jaw, looking between her gun and her eyes. She waited, not sure what she was waiting for but wanting him to stop with the insane speeches, wanting him to stop staring at her, wanting to know what the hell was going on here. 

His face was impassive again, which made it all the more jarring when he finally said, “I didn’t anticipate falling in love with you.”

“Shut up,” She spoke through gritted teeth.

“Hermione,” Tom said, his voice soft again, gentle. 

“Stop it,” Hermione said, and against her judgment she closed her eyes, because she couldn’t look at him, she couldn’t stand to see him kneeling there edging closer to her still lying to her–

“I love you, Hermione.” 

“Stop saying that!” She snapped, and she felt her gun taken from her hand. It didn’t take much work, her grip on it wasn’t strong, and when she opened her eyes again he was so close. He held her hand in his, his dark eyes boring into hers, and she hated how weak she felt in that moment, how desperately she wanted to hear him say it again. 

“I knew it would hurt you,” He admitted, “It was an inevitability. I just didn’t expect it to matter to me.” She tried to search his eyes for a lie, to find a reason to distrust him. But she couldn’t feel anything wrong, not even that tiny niggling feeling she would get before that something was off when she used to be around him, that something was wrong. In fact, she had never seen him so open, sitting here in this hide out after aiming a gun at him. 

“Why do all of this?” She asked, thinking of his men who had died, the others whose faces she knew, who would live the rest of their lives in hiding. “What is the point?”

“You of all people should understand the need for a revolution,” He explained, and she couldn’t break his gaze, “This isn’t a robbery, Hermione. This is the beginning of a war.” He lifted a hand to trace her jaw, to brush his thumb across her cheek, “And I hope to have you on my side.”

And maybe it was her treacherous heart, pounding in her chest. Maybe it was the fruitless years she’d spent in the police force, battling between what she had to do and what she knew was right. Maybe it was these days she’d spent hunting down this faceless criminal, these days she’d spent with this handsome stranger, these days that she’d felt more alive than she had her whole life before.

But she already knew her answer. She’d known if the moment she found she couldn’t pull the trigger, maybe even before. 

He must’ve known the exact moment when she had made up her mind, because his hand slid to the back of her neck and leaned in. He paused just before their lips met, as if giving her another moment of thought, and she thought it must be to further feed his ego, because surely he knew there was no turning back for her, that there was only one road for her to take. She closed the space between them herself, reaching up to clutch at the lapels of his jacket and pull him closer. 

Kissing him always felt electrifying. The moment his lips met hers she could feel him buzzing under her skin, twisting her stomach into knots and making her toes curl. His free hand found her waist, his fingers digging into her side, trying to pull her closer still. She parted her lips, drank him in and poured herself back into him, and other than the pounding of her heart she could feel nothing but him, his hands and his lips and his breath. 

When the broke apart, he didn’t move far. His nose bumped hers, and she didn’t dare open her eyes. If she opened her eyes again the world would come back, it would no longer be just the two of them. There was a whole police force, a team of robbers, 40 hostages, and an impending war if Tom had anything to say about it. 

But she had to open her eyes eventually, and she found comfort in the fact that in the center of all those things, Tom was there, staring at her like she was the only thing he could ever see.

“What comes next?” She asked, and the way he smiled was downright sinful. 

“The grand finale.” 

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Here's my opinion on how good each world was in Kh3:

Olympus: The music here was so triumphant and bold. Defintely giving off the hero vibe. The intro to this world was so cheesy and corny, as well as the rest of the dialogue and interactions. I found myself cringing from it one or two times, but it didn't last long. I smiled and chuckled for most of it. Can anyone explain to me why Hercules yeeted Sora, Donald and Goofy off into the sky atop his statue instead of just...letting them climb up the rubble to the little girl? Seemed pointless. That part confused me.

Fighting the Titans was just so....epic. That's the only way I can describe it. Seeing Sora break the laws of physics and just Naruto run up a cliff to beat up a giant rock monster pretty much sums up what the combat of this series is. I love it for that.

A pretty solid intro to the game. Maybe tone it down a little on the cheese next time? Lol

8/10.

Toy Box: I mean, come on. It's Toy Story. Little (Lego???) Toy Sora, Donald, and Goofy were adorable. You get to hear "You've Got A Friend In Me" as the main theme in this world, which fits way too well with Kingdom Hearts as a whole. The plot was original, rather than a rehash of the movie. I liked this! Woody and Buzz are very nicely portrayed in this game (and possibly the most accurate), as well as being excellent party members (their special move is the rocket from the first movie!!! I adored that!!! I'm glad it didn't blow up on them!!!). There was so much to explore inside Galaxy Toys, and being so tiny really made you feel that. Woody roasting Young Xehanort and calling him out on his convoluted darkness crap was the best thing ever.

Friends are definitely your power. I'm probably experiencing too much Disney nostalgia. 10/10.

Twilight Town: Very calming music and a beautiful atmosphere to be in, despite being stuck in perpetual evening. Not that that's a bad thing. It was great to see Hayner, Pemce and Olette with updated looks. Seeing the bistro and cooking with Remy was so cute and entertaining. I like how they introduced both the Lucky Emblems and Classic Kingdom in this world. My second favorite line in this game is and always will be Hayner screaming "HEY, LOSER!!!" as he tries to dropkick an extremely dangerous man in a black coat. I only wish more of this world was accesible. There was a lot of the town that was blocked off that you could only see from far away.

I'd like to see the tower out of a cutscene eventually. 9/10.

Corona: This world was gorgeous. The lush green landscapes, the water (holy crap the WATER), the contrast with the mines/cliffs and the marsh (which had the best music in this world in my opinion), the town and the festival...

THE FESTIVAL. I DIED WHEN I SAW SORA DANCING. HE WAS HAVING SO MUCH FUN, AND HE'S SO GOOD AT IT. I WISH I COULD DANCE THAT GOOD.

The lantern scene was so pretty to look at. I'll admit though, the story itself felt a little... choppy? I could tell some parts were cut out from the original movie for Sora's POV to be more prominent, but if you haven't seen Tangled before...it probably won't make a lot of sense. A lot of important points in the movie were left out. Frozen suffered from this as well. I guess the developers assumed most people have already seen these movies, but even in the older games it felt like the disney plots along with the kingdom hearts plot were more balanced than this.

I still enjoyed it, though. Rapunzel and the others were also portrayed accurately. 8.5/10.

Monstropolis: I still don't know how I feel about Sora, Donald, and Goofy's design in this world. It's equally appropriate and kinda creepy. Perfect for a world of monsters, I guess. Sully, Mike, and Boo were all fantastic in this world, though. I liked the callbacks to the movie, and the fact that this story was completely original like Toy Story's! It was a great change of pace to see events after the first movie. There was even a brief callback to the first Kingdom Hearts game! (Sora saying "cheeeese!" and making a weird face, which made Donald and Goofy laugh hysterically. Of course it worked on Boo lol)

And of course, my #1 favorite scene in this game: Sully just not having it with Vanitas or the rest of the kingdom hearts plot, grabbing this edgelord like he's nothing and throwing him into 10 different doors. I wish I had recorded this. I would have watched it on repeat and laughed every single time. It's in the theater, and probably on youtube. I...might go do that in a bit.

Equally as charming as Toy Box. Thank you, Pixar and Square Enix. The soundtrack for this world was pretty dope too. 10/10.

Arendelle: My least favorite world. Suffered from the same issue as Tangled with the plot in that it was choppy. The world as a whole was a bit too plain and "samey" for me to look at, mainly because it was nothing but snow. At least they stuck to the source material. And for some reason this is the only world with actual singing? It was just a copy and paste of "Let It Go" with the game graphics (it was funny to see Sora, Donald and Goofy randomly standing there and watching Elsa though), then a bizarre version of "Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?" with Anna trying very hard to talk over a younger version of herself that was already singing loudly. She could've just as easily not talked, or they could have left out the song....

Ok, some postives. Having Marshmallow as a teammate was great. Just an anime kid and his giant snow monster friend, hanging out. I have to admit that hearing Sora get annoyed with falling off cliffs constantly made me laugh. There was a lot of falling off cliffs in that movie. And while I'm not a fan of Larxene, she was easily the most enjoyable Organization member that Sora interacted with (aside from Luxord of course, and Demyx who Sora didn't see but was in the game). I sort of admired that in a way, she was showing respect to Elsa's need for some space by telling Sora to keep his distance (although putting him in a labriynth was a bit excessive). The boss fight for this world was the best part; that wolf heartless design was incredible to look at.

This wasn't a bad world. Just not a very good one to me, either. 7/10.

The Caribbean: Has the most stunning graphics out of all the other worlds. Sora's pirate design (along with Donald and Goofy) are equally fitting and appealing to look at. They blend in a lot more with the realism of POTC than they did in Kingdom Hearts 2 (in which they stuck out like a sore thumb haha). Using the pirate ship to battle heartless, as well as battling heartless underwater was very clever (though I'm wondering how on earth Sora could BREATHE underwater, but oh well it's a video game). There's so much to explore in this world, both on land and in the sea. You'll probably find something new during each visit.

The plot was also pretty solid, though Tia Dalma was quickly "benched" from the story, as the organization likes to call it. She didn't show up even once after the beginning. Which is strange, considering how important she is to the story. She's one of the driving plot points for why Davy Jones is how he is.

Overall, still a fun world to be in. 9/10.

Big Hero 6: The story was pretty short, but sweet. I like how Hiro has two Baymaxes now. Sora even wanted one, lol

The world itself was...a bit confusing to navigate? Also a bit samey with one or two buildings that looked exactly the same. I also...did not understand Replica Riku's explanation entirely as to how he was there. It was debunked later on too, which seemed nonsensical. As for the reason why, it made much more sense. Poor original Baymax. At least Hiro saved you.

Fun! But complicated to understand (story-wise) and traverse. Hiro and his friends were on point, thankfully. 8.5/10

The Dark Realm/Realm Of Darkness: Despite being the second shortest segment in the entire game, I felt it needed to be adressed. It's the ONLY OTHER world where you get to play as someone that isn't Sora: Riku. Who controls very nicely, by the way. It also has one of the most epic and heartbreaking boss battles in the entire game: fighting against Dark Aqua. Despite not lasting very long, this fight defintely got the point across; that sometimes you're just not strong enough on your own, and it's okay to get some help from people who care. You're not alone.

I still tear up thinking about it. 9/10.

The Land Of Departure/Castle Oblivion: The shortest segment in the game, only visited once and never again. Nothing to explore, aside from staircases and a shiny throne room. But considering how the story pans out during this part, it makes sense. You're only there to help a now restored Aqua get back one of her missing friends: Ventus, who is still sleeping. And by god, do they deliver on this. Just as Sora and Aqua reach Ven, they get confronted by Vanitas, the dark half of Ventus. Aqua then decides that she has to fight him on her own, despite her weakened condition.

And this is when once again, you finally get to fight as Aqua. This fight is also short, but important as it shows her raw determination to defend her friend. Even after everything she went through, she refuses to give up.

She does lose this fight, but before Vanitas can do anything to her, Ventus finally wakes up (with Sora's help) and rushes in to defend her as well. Proving once again that friends are their power.

Friendship. It's a big deal in this game. I like that. 9/10.

The Keyblade Graveyard: Still as haunting as ever. The ominous theme (now with a spoooky organ) really adds to the fact that this is place where thousands of people died. Young children, to be more exact. Each broken, lifeless keyblade in this place has their own unique design (that must've been a DOOZY to program in), and even the atomsphere itself feels cold and lifeless with nothing but cliffs, rocks, and dusty winds.

And the plot. Oh god, the PLOT. I was happy. I was depressed. Then I was angry. And it just kept going back and forth between all these feelings. I was emotionally drained when it was all over. It felt that some spots were rushed a bit, but I can forgive Square for that for at least conveying most of the character's emotions extremely well.

As a whole, this world was handled wonderfully. 9.5/10.

The Final World: Possibly the most confusing world, but also oddly relaxing to be in. The theme is orchestrated beautifully, and despite being nothing but a sky and a watery ground (along with clouds and pillars?), it was enchanting to run around in. A nice atmosphere for a place supposedly between life and death.

How poetic. 9/10.

Scala Ad Caelum: For a world that directly translates to "Stairway To Heaven", it certainly does fit its name. The buildings all reach up to the sky high enough that they probably could reach heaven. And despite the eerie silence accompanied by the theme playing quietly in the background, you can just stop and admire this nice little town with some plants, flowers, and other greenery next to the sea. It reminded me a bit of the bathhouse in Studio Ghibli's "Spirited Away".

You don't get to explore much of anything in this world, but it compensates for that by taking you through a quick tour with one of the craziest boss fight(s) in the series. Still a lot of fun, and VERY nerve-wracking. That's Kingdom Hearts for you.

I would've wanted to explore more, but it was at least nice to see another new place. 9/10.

One thing I didn't like was how exploring the Disney worlds, although fun, seemed....pointless. There was no real purpose for Sora to go out and visit these worlds. Let me explain:

-In Kingdom Hearts 1, you had to explore each world to seal the keyholes in them with the keyblade (which is its primary function). In doing so, these worlds would be more or less safe from the darkness and ths Heartless threatening to destroy them.

-In Kingdom Hearts 2, you visited each world to reopen the pathways between worlds and reconnect them all. Because Sora had locked the keyholes from the previous worlds, then Kingdom Hearts and the Door To Darkness in the first game, these links to the worlds had been severed. It was the only way to keep the worlds safe at the time.

-And in Kingdom Hearts 3, you're supposedly supposed to visit them not to keep them safe per se, but just to...make Sora strong again, and regain a power he actually had the whole time...? So it was all kind of pointless fun and grinding? He could have just as easily trained with Merlin, as Lea and Kairi did. They did touch on the idea of "Seven New Princesses Of Heart", but it was never explored beyond Organization 13 going "oh yeah they exist, they're out backup plan. Oh the main plan works? Guess we'll drop that idea". They didn't even find 7 princesses, only 3. I'm assuming they'll address this more in the next game.

You don't fight the Organization in these worlds, either. Just watch them antagonize Sora and occasionally get served by Disney characters who don't understand why all these anime characters showed up with monsters. If anything, in this game they were more like..."The Organization Of Mild Incoveniences" in the Disney worlds. That has a nice ring to it. I think.

You could also say Sora explored these worlds so Nomura could expand on his character, but...I dunno. That still seems kinda weak. Maybe in the final mix version, Square will fix some of these issues. But I had fun with the game either way!

[omniishambles]

What did you like and didn't like about the 2017 Mummy? I've heard a lot about it but I'd love to hear your own opinions on it.

It has been an AGE since I watched it, so I’ll just try and conjure up the few little bits I can remember?

First of all: Sofia Boutella. Oh my GOD. That is all.

The movie actually had a lot more humour in it than I was expecting? Like, that scene where Tom Cruise is in the bathroom and his dead friend is talking to him gave me American Werewolf in London vibes and there were a couple of moments like that which made me appreciate it more.

And like I said before, I wanted the Universal Monster Mash Up. We were gonna have a new Invisible Man, I think there were plans to tie in Dracula Untold and have a new Wolfman and some other classic monsters. I would have paid GOOD MONEY to see more of Russell Crowe as Jekyll and Hyde because that was wild, man. I loved it.

I mean, it was obviously your typical Tom Cruise movie in a way, but I really wanted to see where they were going to take it all next. I’ve always been a sucker for crossovers and it gave me a teeny tiny League of Extraordinary Gentleman vibe which is probably part of what swayed me tbh. I dunno. It wasn’t the greatest movie ever and it was miles and miles away from the same kind of movie as The Mummy 1999, but for some reason people were determined to hate it from the get go, from what I remember.

Maybe because of Tom Cruise? I’m not really a fan of his, and it took me years to begrudgingly admit how good he was at playing Lestat. Because I didn’t want to. But he was.

That is literally all I remember, buddy. I should watch it again sometime to see how I feel about it now!