#I speedran this one huh

[sableeira]

since the meursault cells look like hamster balls or those ocean balls I thought it would be fitting to put those two menaces in one and let them run

[todayisafridaynight]

weekends with waka week The One Where He Realizes He Has Two Dads

[inoreuct]

zosan with abba's super trouper.

is this essentially a pop star au? yes. bear with me anyway.

so the entire vinsmoke family are pop stars and they're perfect in the public eye but actually toxic as HELL, and sanji's sick and tired of it— so he breaks away from them and joins another agency, and zoro's assigned as his bodyguard.

they fight SO MUCH at first. i'm talking screaming and yelling and throwing things across the room (mostly sanji) and being stubborn and straight-up refusing to talk after a certain point (also mostly sanji) and then apologising with food and gifts and not words (mostly, well, both of them). they're like flint and steel; putting them together is just asking for trouble, but the years pass, and somehow through the endless bickering they end up best friends. who would've thought? their sharp edges have softened just enough and they're both too old and too tired and too busy to have cold wars anymore. they know more about each other than perhaps anyone else, and they care.

(they're also both in love and refuse to admit it. idiots.)

and then sanji goes on tour, and zoro has to leave for a training refresher course thing, and sanji's MISERABLE. luffy's with him as a bodyguard instead and it's fine, he's great, sanji loves him— just not the way he loves zoro. he feels fucking homesick in a way he never has because he's never really had a proper home and he knows, he knows it's because zoro isn't here with him. sanji turns around to tell him something and is met with empty air. he keeps trying to order double portions of food and booze before he catches himself and maybe he's being dramatic, but it feels like he's missing a fucking limb.

nami, his manager, has to yell at him to stop moping because all he's doing is eating chocolate and binging french soap operas in his hotel room and huddling up in the big leather jacket that zoro left behind. he just wants to get back to his tiny apartment and curl up on his shitty couch to eat pizza and watch Mean Girls for the hundredth time as zoro complains and gets invested in the drama all over again anyway.

he's nearly dead on his feet as finishes yet another exhausting show, trying to take comfort in the fact that it's his second last; his shoes are kicked off to the corner, his makeup barely removed, and just when he's about to turn in for the night his phone rings and when he sees the caller ID he SCRAMBLES to pick up.

"hey," zoro says, low and rumbly and so achingly familiar that sanji doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"you have no idea how good it is to hear your voice," he breathes, and he means it. he means it more than he even knew he did and it hits him all at once as soon as the words leave his mouth. he misses his best friend, no matter everything else that zoro is to him.

zoro's chuckle is a balm to his soul. "i'm coming to see you tomorrow."

sanji sits bolt upright from where he'd been laid back against the pillows, eyes going wide. "are you serious?" he can't help the hope and excitement that unspools in his gut, the warm rush in his blood as zoro laughs.

"yeah. i'm done with the course. speedran the fucking thing and scored so well they had no choice but to let me go. couldn't miss the last chance i had to see you on tour, could i?" sanji can hear his grin through the phone. "i'm flying in tomorrow morning."

"i'll come pick you up from the airport."

"like hell you will," zoro retorts immediately. "you have a press conference at ten."

shit, he'd forgotten about that. "how'd you know, huh?" sanji counters, faux-petty and reclining back against his plush bedding. god, if there was one good thing about being on tour, it was the fancy hotels.

"been talking to nami," comes the reply, amused and teasing, and sanji groans. "what's this i hear about you acting like a widowed husband?"

"you fucking wish, you moron," he snaps, curling up on his side and hugging a pillow to his chest. the bed is awfully big and awfully cold.

zoro sighs, and there's the sound of something zipping up briskly. "missed you too, curls. look, listen— i gotta get to the airport. see you tomorrow night?"

"...yeah," sanji says, because there's so much he wants to tell zoro and no idea how. he doesn't know where he'd start. he doesn't even know what he wants to say. "yeah, i'll see you. you'll be in the crowd, right?"

"mhm," zoro confirms, accompanied by what sounds like the chirp of an electronic lock. "you just sit tight, curly. i'm coming home."

they exchange a few more words before the line cuts off, but sanji's mind is stuck on three specific words and the possible space for three more after. i'm coming home. but he isn't home right now; he's in a foreign country, in a bed that isn't his, and zoro's flying to him. this isn't home to either of them. unless... and that silence afterwards, like zoro had wanted to say something that would have fit right in. something that would have been a natural end to that string of syllables.

sanji takes a deep breath and does his best to push all thoughts of i love you, spoken or not, to the back of his mind.

still, he can't help but let it all boost him up like a buoy bobbing merrily on the sea. one call from zoro, one short conversation, and he's fucking effervescent; he wakes up smiling and breezes through the press conference with effortless charm. he's bouncing on the toes of his heeled boots even before he steps onto the stage, thrilled by the thought of zoro being in the audience. thousands of eyes on him, thousands of people screaming his name, and he only cares about one. he takes a deep breath as the lights change and the platform he's on begins to rise, fingers tightening around his mic. it's his last night here. he's doing it all for zoro.

it turns out to be the best performance of his life, if he does say so himself. he powers through the entire two hours with ease and hits every note perfectly. he enjoys himself for the first time in a long time, soaks up the glitter and glamour and blinding lights, lets the atmosphere wrap him up and tousle his hair, and he wonders just how it's possible that one person's presence could change so much.

(he doesn't need to wonder. he already knows.)

when he says his final goodbyes for the night he's breathless, heart pounding, anticipatory. the hands patting at his back in congratulation backstage are superficial compared to who he knows is here, and he spares nami a few seconds for a rare squeeze, pausing for a few more when she whispers i'm proud of you in his ear.

and then sanji sees him, and nothing, nothing else fucking matters.

he sprints forward and they crash together and something slams into place inside of him. zoro sweeps him off his feet, squeezing him tight enough that he laughs, bright and merry and real as they spin around and around and he's so dizzy when he's set back down, light-headed and his heart full. he doesn't care where he is, he's home.

zoro takes his weight as easily as anything, tucking sanji to his chest. "god, fuck, you were amazing up there," he says breathlessly, the words pressed into sanji's bejewelled hair. "you were incredible."

the words rumble through his chest and sanji clings tighter, holding zoro desperately around the waist and taking in deep lungfuls of laundry detergent and the fancy pine-and-sandalwood body wash he'd given zoro for christmas. "you're here."

"'course i am," zoro replies, matter-of-fact. "said i'd be here, so i'm here."

his earrings press against sanji's cheek. "can we go get pizza?" he asks meekly.

zoro's answering laugh pours into the horrible aching pit that's been gnawing away at him, fills it up with liquid sunlight as he answers, "we can do whatever the hell you want."

they get pizza. sanji lets zoro pull him around town swearing at the Google Maps on his phone before he finally takes pity and steers them towards the little pizzeria he'd found when he'd snuck out with luffy on their first night here. the tongue-lashing from nami had been worth it, but even so the experience back then had been dull. muted, at best.

now it's like he's seeing the whole world through a whole different lens; the fluorescent sign in the window beams charmingly as the bell above the door chimes, and sanji doesn't even care about the raised eyebrow zoro gives him when he wiggles into the booth seat with undisguised glee. between them they put away a large four-cheese pizza and a frankly massive slice of apple pie à la mode, and sanji's feeling pleasantly stuffed as he finishes up his vanilla milkshake and successfully fends zoro off from stealing sips when he isn't looking. he has plenty of experience with that, after all.

the walk back is filled with comfortable silence. sanji doesn't need anything else— zoro here with him is more than he could ask for. scary dog privilege aside, the man next to him is sanji's best friend, and he loves zoro more than he can, or will, ever say.

zoro drops him off at his room and hugs him goodnight. sanji strips down, blasts the shower as hot as it can go, and scrubs the gel out of his hair along with any of the remaining dregs of emptiness he resolutely tells himself are not there right down the drain.

it can't stop him from thinking, though. of zoro. of compression shirts and cargo pants and worn black boots. of the nights zoro had taught him self-defense and the time sanji nearly broken his jaw with a roundhouse kick neither of them had known he was capable of; the other had grinned up with him with blood all over his teeth, proud and raring to go, barking again! and sanji had glowed. his mind swims with it all even as he towels off and slips into his silk pyjamas— memories of late-night talks with wine and beer, sometimes tea, quips all around, beds shared back-to-back under unspoken agreements when neither of them wanted to sleep alone.

three knocks sound on his door.

sanji hates the way he rushes to the peephole and yanks it open as soon as he confirms who it is. zoro stands there, one hand on the back of his neck, looking bored yet unsettled in his baggy tee with his damp hair sticking up everywhere. "jetlag?" sanji asks, raising an eyebrow as zoro grunts.

"you could say that."

he steps aside in a silent invitation, and zoro looks around as he goes in. sanji topples onto the bed with a sigh of relief and crawls under the blankets, patting the space beside him as he switches on the television. "mean girls?"

"god, i fucking hate you," zoro groans, but he settles in anyways, and sanji grins triumphantly.

it's still not his apartment or his shitty couch— but zoro's here, so it's the next best thing.

they make it through the movie without incident. zoro parrots the dialogue and cheers when regina gets hit by the bus like he does without fail every time. sanji knees him in the thigh for it with a scowl like he always does and it starts a fierce kicking battle under the sheets that results in zoro dangling half off the mattress and sanji laughing so hard he can't breathe.

when they've mostly calmed down, sanji sighs out one final chuckle and sinks back into the pillows. "think you can fall asleep now?" he murmurs, turning to look at where zoro has his head propped in one hand.

"maybe," the other allows, and sanji swallows before he smiles.

"goodnight, marimo."

"goodnight."

the flick of the light switch feels like finality. in regards to what, sanji doesn't know, but now that they're in the darkness and zoro begins to get comfortable behind him he cannot deny that he wants.

he wants those arms around him. wants to sleep even better than he does when they're back to back, wants to fit within the circle of zoro's embrace like he belongs there. wants to belong there. wants zoro as his best friend and everything more. it manifests as a tight ache in the centre of his chest, a knot around his heart that he knows he cannot untangle by himself. sanji curls up into a ball and hugs a pillow to his chest, biting his lip— because zoro is right next to him instead of thousands of miles away, and he's still untouchable all the same.

he's on the cusp of restless sleep when he feels zoro shift, and he prays that the hitch in his breath is unnoticeable. he forces the rise and fall of his chest to stay even as the blankets are smoothed securely around his shoulders, a callused palm brushing his hair away from his face; a soft kiss is pressed to his forehead, a hand cupping his face tenderly and trailing away with the brush of a thumb over his cheekbone. "sweet dreams, curls," zoro whispers, before light cracks in from the hallway as his room door opens and shuts.

the electronic lock beeps, and sanji's eyes fly open. the white ceiling swims as he stares at it, unseeing, and the sheets on the right side of the bed are still warm. there's an indent where zoro's body was and sanji gasps as he drags himself into it, huddling down and pulling the covers over his head until all he can smell is zoro.

his heart stutters, mind racing, fingers tightening in the plush duvet. he's confused, so confused. hopeful. a little mad, if he's being honest, and his next breath trembles out of his lungs. mostly still confused, though, because what the fuck did that mean?

he'll find out, he swears. he will. he'll storm his way to zoro's room and break the damn door down if he has to. but for now, if he hides for a little while until he stops feeling like he's about to cry—

well, that's a secret for his hotel room to keep.

[yvannahaleth]

Kokichi Ouma, Rantaro Amami, & Miu Iruma x Sad! Reader

When you're feeling down, they're here, for you and you only. Do you feel loved now? Fluff, SFW, GN! Reader

Note: Speedran this when i was in a bad mood. They're my faves in DRV3.

Kokichi Ouma:

I think he's the type of person that IMMEDIATELY knows when you're not feeling like yourself and will IMMEDIATELY act right away

Like, you could be denying the fact that you need a hug right now yet he will still tease you, knowing your true need.

He will act funsie and all if you're still denial, he'll joke about how closeted you are to *him* of all people. Maybe he's a little offended that you don't have the need to tell him what you truly feel.

Yet, if you stay silent, which confirmed his guess of you feeling down, then afraid not! He's here.

What do you need? A hug? A kiss? A cuddle? Or just a reassurance? A rational solution to your problem? Someone to listen?

He won't show it, but he'll do anything this instant.

"Well, if that's what you really wanted. I'm your leader, after all. Who am i to reject a wish from my second in command?"

The frown on your face sickens him. It throbs his heart to see you feeling down.

So, even if you deny it, he wants to get rid of it. Anything that upsets you. Or, just that feeling. Whatever you choose.

Rantaro Amami:

He has plenty of younger sisters, of course he had times where one of his sisters is in a bad mood. Which is why, he can tell when you're in one.

You don't need to tell him, he'll know.

He might do a little run to the kitchen as soon as he sees you feeling sad. Then came back with your favorite drink or food! Well, maybe both! Who knows?

He'll set your favorite series or movie, "I just feel like watching this. Is it okay?"

Then, as he holds you in his arms, resting his head on yours, watching the TV, he'll wait for you to open up, for him to listen to you rambling. If you don't feel like it, then you could cuddle until the screen turns off.

He's here for you, he needs you to know that. He wants you to know that you could open up to him. What else is he here for if he's not going to assure you that you did your best?

His fingers traces your hair, putting it behind your ear as he leans in, kissing your forehead. He's here to listen.

He'd give advices and solutions to your problems, he'll lend his ear to listen, he'll pat your hair if you need comfort. He's here. Especially when you're sad.

Miu Iruma:

Somehow, i could sense that she's bad at comforting others. Like, not that bad, but definitely not good either. She'd panic and won't know what to do when she's in the presence of someone who needs comfort.

I could imagine her comforting others even when she doesn't mean to, though. Like if she said something positive in a worrying situation and assured the others. While actually, it's just how she think, rationally. It's just so happen to be something good.

Yet, ever since she met you, she may or may not had practiced comforting someone. Just so that she won't upset you even more. Just so she could be there when you need her the most.

God, sometimes she feels that it's ridiculous how she feels this way.

But, she brushed it off.

After all, it's you.

With her--more than enough--practices, she'll stay by your side, ready to hug you or just to lend an ear to listen.

She'll feel embarrassed for herself to get this far for you, but oh why does it matter?

You were there when she needed you, so she needs to be there when you need her. This is what she believes. Miu Iruma hates owing to people, you see. Especially you.

She'll try to be as silent as possible when she hugs you, staying by your side, in case the silence calms you. If you prefer it when she talks, then your girlfriend who is as red as a tomato now will start her spontaneous podcast just for you to listen!

"H- Hah! Of course you'd like for me to speak that much! My voice is that amazing, huh? I bet you were longing for this, weren't you?"

She'll rest your head on her chest, with her fingers caressing your hair as she rambles non stop. I don't think it's any different if she's the one who's in a bad mood.

Hm, maybe an idea of a recording her voice into a tape will run into her mind, in case you need it when she's not around. Who knows if she's going to do it? For now, she's yours.

[shifuto]

oh..

oh?

oh!

we could have had this 😭😭😭😭😭 fuuuuuuuuuck

oh wow they really speedran that one huh

I was about to say AiYuu shippers winning but then they killed Ai 🤣

[xnchxntmxnt]

oh my GOD 500 FOLLOWERS THAT IS AMAZING you deserve more

can I please (for your mini event) get me n KOJIRO NANJO OF COURSE and literally anything fluffy I'm not too picky lol

one of my favorite songs is currently homeward bound by simon & garfunkel, I feel like that could make a nice idea??

homeward bound

Fandom: Sk8 The Infinity

Characters: Kojiro Nanjo

Warnings: long-distance relationship, a little cursing, one brief food mention. not proofread

Notes: literally how fast i speedran this bc i love this?? kojiro deserves more love on this blog i hope u enjoy my love /p

gn!reader!

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Home, where my thought's escaping Home, where my music's playing Home, where my love lies waiting

Kojiro checked the clock. It was midnight—seven for you, but he knew you were up early since you had to work today. He decided to call you and hoped he didn’t wake you up early.

When you answered, you didn’t sound half asleep, so he guessed it was a good time. “Kojiro!” you exclaimed, and he could hear your grin through the phone. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too,” he admitted, putting his phone on speaker and setting it down so he could get dressed for bed. “How’s your morning so far?”

“Good, so far. Coffee just hit, though, so I’m just waking up. How was your day?”

“Great. We made these cool pastries in class and then a couple friends and I went out for dinner.”

It was quiet for a little while. He sat back down and picked his phone up, holding it between his ear and shoulder to talk to you. “Only a couple more days, and I’m all yours.”

“I know.”

“And I’ll be there for three weeks.”

“I know.”

He sighed and smiled. It was a rough situation the two of you were stuck in, but you decided that you'd make it work when he left for culinary school in Italy two years ago. And you did. He’d been home to visit in that time, but it was only for a little while before he was gone again. He wanted to do everything he could to be with you, but he also knew you’d kill him if he gave up his dream for you. 

“We’ll be ok, Kojiro,” you said, hugging him tight in the airport, almost like you didn’t want to let go. He wasn’t sure if you were saying it to reassure him or you, but he needed it either way. The two of you were going to see each other in a few months, and in that time, you’d talk as much as you could between classes and work. 

He nodded, keeping his head buried in your shoulder. “I know we will. We always have.”

And you both kept that promise. He was every bit as in love with you two years ago when he left the first time as he was right now. After…what was it, nearly four years of dating? However long it had been, he was pretty sure nothing could come between the two of you now. Not even 6,000+ miles. 

“Unfortunately, I’m sleepy,” he yawned. He blew a kiss through the phone. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I gotta get to work, yeah. I love you too, Kojiro. Sleep well. Feel free to call me when you wake up because I’ll be done by then.”

“Will do. Night!”

“Night, sleepyhead.”

He set his phone on his bedside table and laid down, looking at the box next to his phone. You’d see it soon enough, he reminded himself. Now he’s just gotta have the guts to ask, huh?

**

The trip home went smoothly, as did getting back to your apartment. He reminded you Kaoru offered to let him crash on his couch every time he visited in case you weren’t comfortable living with him for a few weeks. However, every time, he found himself laying on the couch with you clung to him within an hour of walking in the door. 

There he was, again, laying on your couch, watching TV, while dealing with killer jet lag. There was no place he’d rather be, though—he texted his sister and Kaoru, telling them he was home safe, and he’d see them later that week. For now, though, he was perfectly content snuggled up to you while you played with his hair. 

“Hey, I, uh…I got something for you,” he said, shifting so he could reach in his pocket. 

You picked your head up in curiosity, turning to sit up when he nudged you in that direction. “You already gave me that souvenir t-shirt, what else is there?”

It was now or never, he figured. “I’m gonna get you something better in the future, I swear, but…”

Kojiro brought the box out from behind him and opened it, displaying a plain gold ring with a small (albeit, fake) diamond in the center. “I…shit, I had all this planned out—”

When he looked up at you, all he could see was your smile. It seemed like you were at a loss for words, opening your mouth several times to speak but nothing came out. 

“Look, (Y/N), I…I wanna do this right. I want to be home with you all the time and finish school first, but…”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t even let me spit the question ou—”

The rest of his words were muffled. You jumped at him, knocking him backward, and kissed him with as much (if not, more) energy as you had when you picked him up from the airport just a few hours earlier. 

He smiled at you when you pulled away, just enough to lean your forehead against his. “So, you wanna marry me, huh?”

“I can’t wait to.”

He was never happier to be home.

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I hope you get a reset on music as a cool hobby at some point soon. None of us really get how much we affect each other, huh :(

thanks. sorry for not answering this at the time. in this case i think it was more... it was preferable to him to hurt me immensely rather than continue to be inconvenienced by my feelings for him. he followed this up by going no contact instead of warning me about STIs circulating at the sex party where he broke up with me. naturally i heard about this weeks later from a group chat, long after he had gone to the doctor and decided he wasn't going to tell me because i wasn't at risk. truly one of the most weak-willed and selfish men i have ever met, and far and away my worst breakup

and the reason he told me he could never love me because my life is too sad, because he could tell i'm disappointed my music career never went anywhere? because he met someone else, at another sex party in california, who lives in canada, who he wants to move out here to keep chained up in his closet, because they're both sexually fixated on latex to the exclusion of everything else, unlike me, and the other guy is slightly younger, and he has a dream of opening a kink bar someday, which is of course nicer than any of my dreams. he was never going to love me, you see. because i'm too old and i have too much body hair, i'm not fit enough and my dick is repulsive. it's impossible to feel anything for me other than pity. i told him i thought he did a pretty good job of hiding what a horrible person he is and he told me he was blocking me for saying something incredibly hurtful just to get what i want, which, at the time, was information about the STIs at the sex party

so, anyway, point being, you can perhaps see why i don't like to talk about it! that's as close to the whole story as i can get but i can take some consolation in the knowledge that he can't outsource any more of the consequences of his actions to me, and he's going to run out of other people to blame his problems on any minute now. it's fine i'm fine i just speedran like 90% of my harleyfication process. and i'm getting. a fucking breakfast san--

[lannisterdaddyissues]

Hello it is a day later and I am STILL thinking about EoT and getting distracted at work because wow. I thought you might appreciate more thoughts?

One of the things that made me consider EoT was seeing someone call it "secretly the best video game movie" and in the first 20 minutes I was like "Ah okay yes I understand what they meant"

NO I DID NOT because the creeping horror of the movie didn't really kick in until after that introductory sequence when I realize oh no this isn't an aesthetic thing or a cinematography thing, no. EoT is secretly the best video game movie because Bill Cage is basically "what if the character being speedran understood that he was in a speedrun." The sequence breaking, the mashing through 'cutscenes,' the literalization of deathwarping.

I am frankly desperate to ask the original author or McQuarrie if they are familiar with video games because this movie took a lot of rote, basic facts of games and turned them into this rising suspensive drama. As I was watching with @interropunct I kept going "OH WE ARE GONNA HAVE SUCH TRAUMA FROM THIS HUH" and "these two are Same Trauma buddies for life now" and "oh my god he's deathwarping."

Anyway yeah I feel like the real pitch of this movie is "Bill Cage is a Titanfall 2 character and experiences the existential terror of being part of a massive speedrun reroute and its amazing."

Literally the only bad thing I can say is the final 20 minutes were so poorly lit I stopped trying to track the action and was like "See if McQ was directing, I'd be able to see shit."

ALSO THAT MUSIC CUE TO THE CREDITS, WHOEVER THOUGHT OF THAT NEEDS A HIGH FIVE AND A HANDSHAKE. That music cue honestly acts as an epilogue through implication, letting me know what's next for Rita and Bill. Huge fan.

YES????? YES!!!!!!!! ARC YOU GET IT THIS MOVIE IS SO URHSGHASKLFJHRKGASDJFKLSAJGKJSFDK

it's so fucking... chilling.... like the first couple scenes where we see bill trying to cut in through the whole battle is the great redeemer speech? that's like a gamer's horror film right there: not being able to skip cutscenes. add to that the fact that there's only one save point AND the AI is self-aware and knows what you're going to do before you do it, AND it has the ability to take away all your lives? absolutely horrifying. i cannot imagine a gamer and going through what bill cage went through.

i found the letterbox'd page for eot recently and this one review on it was like. something out of r/TwoSentenceHorror if it was more like r/TwoParagraphHorror. just read this:

i mean. this fucked me up. what could take 2 hours in a game could take years in real life........... utterly chilling to think about!

re: titanfall i have never heard of that game before bUT YOU'RE RIGHT IT LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE EOT ON THE COVER LMAO

AND THE SOUNDTRACK!!!! THE SOUNDTRACK!!!! i get goosebumps every time the end credits roll i swear. there's never been a more perfect outro to a more perfect movie. doug liman i am in your goddamn walls.

excellent thoughts, 10/10, i LOVE to hear this kind of thing!!! i hadn't thought much about the underlying horror implications of eot being video game-esque before but honestly it is so fucked and i will be sending my therapy bill to tom & mcq for it <3

[the-plague-dog]

So I just watched the Miraculous Movie with my beloved @thatspazz and well... I have thoughts.

I am the local "Gabriel deserves better and by that I mean punishment and maybe learn to be a decent person" preacher and before I go on my rant about the movie and the season 5 finale, here is a drawing of Papillon I made after watching the movie as we ranted about the film. If you don't want spoilers, just keep moving after the drawing :)

Spoilers and Rants below this cut

OK. Before I become the number one hater, I wanna talk about what I liked about both the movie and season 5s finale (Gabriel/Papillon specific). Gabriel's song was awful and I loved it, I am listening to it again ASAP because who let this man be goofy, I love it, I was slapping my friends leg in pure joy, it was so good.

I love the portrayal of Akumatisation in the Movie, even though i resent the butterfly miraculous being called evil, and I genuinely wish we get to see more. Akumatisation is one of my favourite parts of miraculous and I'm kinda mad we didn't get to see more but what we saw in the movie was great.

Gabriel's design in the movie took a little adjusting but I grew to really like it. His papillon design is mostly good, I'm not a massive fan of the mask but it just needed a little tweaking.

In the season 5 finale, monarch was menacing, like actually. I held my breath when he was stalking the mansion whilst marinette was detransformed. And the pure noise of panic I let out when he dragged her out by her leg!? AGH OH MY GOD

The whole fight between Monarch and BugNoire!? Mwah I also want to slam monarch with a piano.

Also, the part where Gabriel has been beaten and he's having a heart to heart with Marinette? All I'm saying is we could've done more with that. IM JUST SAYING!

OK. Negatives.

WHAT THE FUCK!? HUH!? WHO WROTE BOTH PAPILLON ENDINGS!? I MUST SHOOT THEM DEAD!

The season 5 finale let Gabriel get off scot free and it pisses me off. Poor Spazz has sat through so many angry rants about how I would've done his ending. When I told Gabriel I need him to kill himself I DIDNT MEAN LIKE THIS! HE WON! WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THE SHOW!? HE LEARNT NOTHING AND GOT OFF SCOT FREE! IM SO MAD ABOUT IT! LIKE WHAT!? YOU SPEND 8 FUCKING YEARS BUILDING UP THIS EVIL TWAT OF A VILLAIN AND LET HIM GET OFF SCOT FREE!? I've only been a fan of the show for a year thanks to Spazz so I have speedran Gabriel's arc and even I'm upset. I've never had a show fuck up a villain so bad I switched sides to his defence.

And now the movie

THE FUCK YOU MEAN THE POWER OF LOVE!? HUH!? WHAT!? WE KNOW THAT GABRIEL IS READY TO FIGHTING GAME JUGGLE HIS SON AS CHAT NOIR SO WHATS STOPPING HIM NOW!? ALSO, NITPICK BUT ITS CLEAR THAT GABRIEL IS TRYING TO BRING BACK HIS WIFE FOR HIMSELF AND NOT FOR ADRIEN BUT IS USING IT AS JUSTIFICATION FOR HIMSELF SO WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THAT WHOLE "waaaah I'm sorry I was a terrorist and abused you boo womp :("

So, that's both the movie and the show fucking up Gabriel... I really hope the special does Good Gabriel some justice or I will become the next Papillon and become a terrorist.

But yeah, movie sucked dick and this show fucking sucks

Can't wait for season 6 :) (i do actually like this show but it's a love hate relationship)

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Wow these wait times keep getting shorter and shorter. Is this a bad thing? Who knows :D What I do know, is that this chapter is messy and it’s nearly four am and I speedran the whole thing so hopefully it isn’t too bad- (I still will make updates to this if I see any typos while rereading 👍)

Another pretty slow chapter, but it’s still content!! :] That being said something will happen next chapter that’ll bring some excitement into the story sjdjfnfn

ALSOO, everyone give a thank you to XYZ for helping me with this chapter and also giving me ideas for the AU name (Something’s brewing,, haha get it? Tommy’s brewing a plan and Wilbur’s brewing potions?)

Not read over. All the typos and inconsistencies you see do not exist and you are imagining things. /j

Curiosity Killed The Cat (3)

_ WC: 2.1k

_ TW: Swearing, mention of death, vore, torture, poison, dehumanization (none uhappen and it is Tommy’s interpretation of the situation)

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It’s settled. 

If he can’t get out on his own without Wilbur’s ‘permission,’ then he will do the next best thing and earn the trust of said giant. It will take time, however it’s time for a finished product that will end in his freedom. That is if he executes it well enough. 

Trust… won’t be easy. There’s a high chance Wilbur is deadly smart, and even then, if he somehow manages to get out, he needs to be subtle and do everything slowly without drawing attention to himself. 

After that he fucking leaves, quits his job, and hopes to Prime that he’ll never have to step foot on the sidewalk that walks across the length of the house. Of course that’s assuming Wilbur won’t also have a backup plan. It’s a shot in the dark but it’s one he’s definitely willing to take. 

Tommy settles against the glass jar, eyes closed in an attempt to get rest. Even with knowing this poor of a dream would have woken him by now while he was still on the edge of suspense, he still clung to the hope he’d wake up in his room, Techno banging on the door to take him to school after his alarm failed him. 

Alarm. Phone. 

Tommy patted himself despite knowing it was dead anyway. It was dead out of the blue which means there’s a slight possibility it will still work. Only if he’s lucky, and if he’s being honest, he does not feel lucky. 

His hoodie and jean pockets were empty. An unsettling feeling of knowing he was in the hands of a giant at one point twisted inside of him when he spotted it just slightly outside of the jar, almost like it was taunting him. 

It obviously has been placed there for that intended reason. 

Tommy scoffed, shaking his head and holding it in his hands. Wilbur had gone somewhere a while ago. Something about food is what he thinks the man was talking about, but he was too caught up in his thoughts to truly register anything he was saying. 

He couldn’t hear anything outside of the glass unless they were close, so, unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried to focus in on anything, it still didn’t work. Tommy groaned, fist hitting the ‘floor’ underneath him. He looked up as he sloped down against the wall further, nearly laying completely flat by the time he’d stopped. 

Huh, Wilbur was generous enough to leave air holes in the lid. Like a spider or some other exotic bug a child finds and captures. His eyes are heavy when he falls asleep looking at the copper ceiling of his prison. 

—

Tommy woke up to harsh footsteps, a sound he’s become semi-acquainted with in his… well, he doesn’t know how long he’s been here. 

Wilbur was sitting at the desk with a plate in front of him when Tommy was alert enough to finally sit up. He stood near the glass, itching to have whatever Wilbur had on his plate. He hid his hunger with folded arms and a fake expression that resembled something of anger. However the giant still noticed his curiosity. “Do you want some? Or I could make you something else,” Wilbur offered, a faint yet visible smile going along the side. “Uh.. no, I don’t want anything. You’ve probably poisoned it.” He scoffed, biting his lip awkwardly. “It’s not poisoned.” Wilbur said, a little offended. Tommy considered if he fucked it up but Wilbur just returned to eating. He still was tense. 

Tommy wanted to take his eyes away from the plate of pasta and what looked to be chicken, but each time he managed to find something to look at he just was brought back because of movement out of the corner of his eyes. 

Unfortunately Wilbur had to notice. “…Are you sure you don’t want anything?”

“Water!” He blurted against his own will. “Sorry- uh.. Water?” He tried again, noticing his dry throat now that his mind was on it. He swallowed and was left with a stingy taste that he somehow hadn’t managed to notice before. Wilbur looked at him for a moment, his heart skipping a beat as he wondered if that was the wrong thing to say. It didn’t seem like it would be.. Wilbur had asked for it, after all. 

He stepped back, his breathing going obscure after Wilbur still didn’t look away. The giant shook his head and stood. “Sorry- I’ll be back. With the water.”

Tommy furrowed his brows but nodded. Wilbur was either up to something or weirdly socially awkward, and, if he’s being honest, it’s the first one. He’d probably add drug shit to the water or put some potion in it to make him die or pass out so he can.. do something to him. Something ending in his death. 

He looked at his phone again, wondering if maybe he didn’t try to use it, it’d still work. At least then if he ever managed to get out he’d have some way of telling someone he needed help. Maybe if he knocks the glass over he could shatter it somehow. He scoffed at that, running a hand through his hair again in stress. 

His eyes found themselves on the food again, and despite it being his exact height, if not taller, he still craved it. He craved anything to eat, even if it was just a potion of the noodle. He frowned. 

Tommy sat again in wait for Wilbur. He swallowed again, debating whether or not he’a actually going to accept the water. He’d rather die now than spend days if not weeks in a jar, but he still wants to try and see if his plan can work. 

He should be hydrated for that though. 

This is a stupidly hard decision. Die or live with the risk of potentially ending back in this stupid jar with absolutely no freedom? 

The risk wouldn’t be too big. The second part of his plan would be a bit easier. It includes bringing the trust even further to letting Wilbur let him take a potion so he can go to a ‘normal’ size, which technically would be giant size. There’s always the wonder if that type of potion exists somewhere in Wilbur’s house. It should, if he’s that size, but who knows. It’s another shot in the dark that he’s willing to take. After he changes to a normal size, he’ll try to get his hands on a shrinkage potion and switch the roles of him and Wilbur so he leaves the now-tiny in a jar and gets the fuck out of this stupid house.

He really hopes this works because if it doesn’t, he’s completely, royally fucked and is served a life sentence in a jar for the rest of his life with a side of embarrassment on a golden platter. 

His stomach turned in hunger and his chest pulled in nerve of all the things that could go wrong. He wondered if he really could do this.. it seemed like such a foolproof plan when he had decided upon it, but now he’s just… doubtful. 

Whatever, he shouldn’t be spending time worrying about what will go wrong. 

Wilbur came back down the stairs to the basement quickly, something small and red in his hand. Tommy focused on it but his hand was shaking from the movement and he didn’t get a good look at it until the giant was slowing his pace as he approached the desk with Tommy on it. When the tiny red object was set on the desk beside his phone, Tommy’s brows once again furrowed as he studied the small thing that he now could see was a coke can. A small, tiny sized one for him. 

What?

It confirms one of his spiraling thoughts but it’s still a shock to see Wilbur took the time to make something that he didn’t even ask for small for his benefit. Tommy looked up at Wilbur curiously, the man’s eyes however didn’t look down at him. 

A slight shadow cast over the jar as Wilbur placed his hand against the jar for support, startling Tommy into a yelp while he struggled to scramble away. The sheer size of it up close was nothing like he’d expected. He was unfortunately brought into more panic at the sound of the lid unscrewing. The jar tilted when the top popped off. Tilted.

Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shit he’s not seriously going to be grabbed right now, is he? He kept his back against the bottom of the jar now that it had been tilted almost fully to its side. He considered running but quickly shut the thought down when he realized how utterly stupid that was. 

Too caught up in what-if’s, he hadn’t noticed Wilbur talking to him until he lightly tapped on the glass with his finger. “Fuck!” He cried out, again shifting to a different area to avoid whatever was happening. Wilbur couldn’t reach him through the top of the jar yet it still worried him to know what could happen if he was out. 

“Tommy, Tommy calm down.” Wilbur set the jar fully down and Tommy shifted just slightly. The giant put his hands up as if he’d been arrested, a slight look of guilt on his face. “It’s alright, Tommy. It’s just a drink, see?” He reached and carefully gripped the small can between his forefinger and thumb. He nodded, struggling to keep his breathing even. He was fine, nothing was going to get him, he’s as safe as he can be, it’s fine. 

He should start paying attention more, because he jumped at the feeling of something against his leg. He looked down to find the source. He picked the red van up, turning it over as if it wasn’t real. It looked normal. 

He looked up at Wilbur. “See? Everything is fine, Tommy. May I put the jar back up? Or we can keep it down.” 

He laughed perhaps a bit hysterically. It came out more as quieted huffs, but it was still the closest thing to actually gotten to being amused during these unfortunate, fucked up times. A giant was actually wanting his preference to things so he could be more comfortable. He brought him a soda after he’d asked for water. He even took the time to make said soda smaller. For him.

And yet he still found himself in a jar. 

A friendly kidnapping. 

“Tommy.” Looks like he wanted a response. He shrugged and set the can in his pocket so he could decide on actually drinking it later. Actually, perhaps he did have a preference. Keeping the jar on its side would mean he can roll it to where it shatters on the floor. But, then again, he’d just be sitting in a pile of broken glass and probably pass out from the height. On second thought, maybe he didn’t need to grab at every opportunity he saw. He really needs to learn to think before he does, because it could’ve saved him from everything that’s happened so far. He let the devil on his shoulder win, and, here he is, locked in a jar with a giant who seems just slightly insane. 

“Up.” He says finally, ignoring the urge to keep it down. Wilbur was a smart man, anyway. He probably won’t get very far. 

Wilbur nods and screws the lid back on, sealing his last chance of quick freedom away. Now it’s back to his original plan. 

The giant was surprisingly careful while handling the jar, probably just to keep him in tact so whatever he plans to do to him will be the only pain he feels. 

He tumbled only slightly when he was finally set back to his original position, but he rushed to correct it so he didn’t look like a fucking idiot. 

“Thank you. For the drink and shit. Even if it is poisoned.”

Wilbur hummed in response, a slight, startled laugh escaping him. “You’re positive you don’t want anything else? Whatever you need I can make.”

That’s bullshit. “Except for my freedom, yeah?” He looked up with a sarcastic smile. “Uh… yeah.”

Tommy scoffed again and slid against the back of the jar. “Then, yeah, I’m positive.” He said in a tone of fake friendliness and bitter hatred.

Wilbur nodded once, that look of guilt still on his face from before. The act was stupid by now, but it was funny to see his efforts, so hey, it’s slightly worth it. The giant returned to his seat at the desk returning his attention to his dinner. Tommy still side-eyed it but as he hesitantly cracked open the coke and a fizz and slight gush of foam came out, he took a small sip, then another, and by the time he’d become convinced it hadn’t been messed with, he let himself forget about his hunger. 

Just for now, though. He’s still fucking starving. 

----------------------------------------------------chapter four

[quotemenevervore]

And without further ado, here’s the rewrite for chapter two, speedran because the discord gave me an angsty idea and I ran with it

(This is not canon to the actual story, it was just an idea that I wanted to write and thought it would fit as a one off)

Content warnings: description of injury, description of body horror/injury healing (there is a tw at that part specifically as well), starvation, character falling, character thinking they’re going to die, fear, panic.

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There was a lot he didn’t know about being that size. Having to climb and run around, always on edge in case he was heard or seen, it was rough learning the ropes. What was even rougher? Learning about food intake. It started around the second day he had lived in the walls, his stomach growling more than it should have. And maybe he should have taken it more seriously, but.. he’d been so used to not eating so often that he hadn’t considered that with how much more energy he has to exert, he needed to up his food intake.

He brushed it off, went on a borrowing trip and got some string and fabric pieces, brushing the heaviness of the fabric off as being heavy for his size. Day three left him struggling to move around, weakness seizing his limbs and making it hard for him to move around. But day four had almost been the nail in his coffin. He woke up barely able to move, hunger and nausea battling within his core. He was so weakened that any kind of movement made his limbs shake, and he felt bad, almost like he was anxiety-ridden. He.. really needs to eat, huh?

He crawled to the opening, limbs trying to give out every step of the way. Flopping out of the hole and onto the counter almost made him black out, stars dancing across his darkened vision. It was with the most determination he ever had in him that made his eyes open again, taking a shaky breath as he forced himself upright and leaning against the wall as the dizzy spell that followed almost sent him sprawling onto the ground again.

His eyes could barely open past half-lidded as he tried to find the closest thing to eat. Thankfully, his fiancés made a little fruit basket and had it filled with apples, on the other side of the counter. It was a little close to the edge, but beggars could not be choosers, and he slowly managed to make his way over to the basket. He could practically taste the sweet apple, it being the only thing his starved mind could focus on. But his luck in this life so far hadn’t been the greatest, and he.. honestly should have seen something coming.

There was a loud slam as the front door was closed, and the noise made him flinch, losing his balance and slipping right off the edge. All he could do was flail, mouth open in a silent scream. It.. was almost peaceful. It felt like time had slowed, and as his body flipped thanks to the angle he’d fallen in, and his eyes slipped shut as the ground came closer.

If he managed to survive this, he’d be surprised, but he was already thinking of what he’d say to Schlatt upon seeing him again.

~ ~ ~

Karl stepped into the kitchen, intent on grabbing an apple for himself and Sapnap when he froze at what he saw.

There was a tiny man on the floor. Which, normally he wouldn’t think much of it with everything he’d seen thus far, but.. it seemed like the man was laid in an uncomfortable angle on the ground. His heart leapt into his throat and he yelled. “Sapnap!” He was on his knees in an instant, carefully scooping the tiny up and holding him up to his face. His eyes watched carefully for any moment from the man, anything to show that he was alive. For a heart stopping moment, he couldn’t find anything, but he didn’t give up and held the small body up to his ear.

There was a very faint heartbeat. His chest wasn’t moving as much as it should have, but he was breathing at least, and his heart was still beating. However, as he pulled the man away from his ear to look over him again, he noticed a couple things that told him what had to have happened. His clothes seemed baggy on him, and gently running a finger over his chest gave him the awful confirmation that the tiny man was practically starving to death. And then his leg was at a very wrong angle, the bone obviously snapped in half. Two bones, actually. The one in his thigh and calf.

“Holy shit, what happened-“ “Sap, I need a regen potion. His leg’s completely broken, he’s starving-“ “Got it. Let’s make him some soup after I get that potion. Stay here.” As if I’m going to move him any more than I already had. He looked down at the small figure, trying to decipher how the man looked familiar to him. He kind of looked like Helga, but that couldn’t be right.. could it? He was probably Helga’s descendent, like how they all were descendants to the people he interacted with in the past. His focus was more on his chest, making absolutely certain that he was still breathing until his fiancé returned with the potion.

⚠️tw for vague body horror

“He’s unconscious, we’re not gonna be able to get him to drink it.” “We could pour it on his leg, couldn’t we?” “It won’t be as effective, but yea.” Sapnap used a knife to carefully cut away the pant leg of his broken leg, pouring a good amount of the potion onto it with a hand cupped under him to catch the rest of the healing liquid. Karl winced as he heard the man’s bones pop themselves back into place, watching the skin writhe around as the bones shifted. His eyes snapped back to his chest, unable to watch the horrifying display any longer.

⚠️End of tw

Sapnap frowned as the particles disappeared, leaving a wicked bruise and a swollen leg behind. Pouring more potion onto the leg didn’t help, and his brows knitted in concern. “It’s not healing.” “What!? Why!?” “I think it’s because of how starved he is, his body can’t handle the potion to heal. We’ve gotta get him awake and some food in him.” Karl held his hand out, letting Sapnap take the borrower from him so he could start making some soup.

“He may only be able to drink the broth, but I’ll put the other stuff in anyway. That way the broth’s a little more flavorful, and we can eat the soup too.” “Sounds good. I’m gonna head to the living room, see what else we can do for him.” They separated to do their tasks, Sapnap sitting on the couch and looking over the borrower, his missing fiancé, their third.

“What happened to you, Quackity..?”

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Quackity did not expect to wake up. He really didn’t, and it sent a bolt of fear through his spine. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only thing setting his nerves on fire, and he gasped at the sharp pain shooting through his leg. His eyes snapped open, looking up with growing dread as he registered his surroundings.

He was being stared at by his two now giant fiancés, and he was injured. Worse yet, now that he’d woken up his stomach was rolling again, desperate to have something in it. He couldn’t even tell if his shaking was because of fear or hunger any longer, and he didn’t have the water in him to cry. It didn’t keep the tearless sobs from wracking his form.

“Oh, Q..” Sapnap’s expression was full of pity, and it made him feel worse. “Karl, do you wanna go heat up that soup?” “Of course! I’ll be back.” His voice was quiet, and he made sure his movements were slow until he was out of sight, in which the avian could hear the man’s rapid footsteps towards the furnace. “Hey, you’re okay..” the fireborn’s thumb ran gently against his chest, the touch barely grazing his skin. “Karl found you on the kitchen floor, your leg was broken in like two spots. We poured a regen potion on it, and the bones set back in place, but it’s not fully healed. I think it’s cause you’re starving..”

Another sob jerked his body, and the larger’s thumb left his form completely. “We’ve gotta have a talk after we get some food in you. It’s not bad, I promise. We just gotta figure out what’s going on.” Karl came back in, a bowl of steaming soup in his hands. “It’s not hot hot, just warm. I didn’t wanna risk burning him..” “That’s fine. Think you can sit up if I help you?” As if I have a choice. Still, he let the other sit him up, and being too hungry to refuse, he took as many sips as he possibly could from the spoon of stew offered to him.

It was mostly the broth, he didn’t trust his body to be able to process the vegetables or meat properly. They were patient with him, letting him take his time to rest before Sapnap motioned the other to move the spoon away, half of it emptied. Sapnap had done it because he could feel the tiny man’s abdomen swelling under his thumb, and he didn’t want to overwhelm him. It didn’t stop his heart from hurting at the heart wrenching whine it pulled out of the avian him when Karl put the spoon back in the bowl. “You’ve gotta take it slow, or you’re gonna get sick again.” Sapnap gently soothed him, now running his thumb against his back. Quackity couldn’t tell if he was trying to be comforting, if he just missed him this much, or a mix of both. “Yea, little guy. We don’t want you to get worse, but I promise you’ll have food any time you want it now.”

Little guy? Is he seriously patronizing me!?

Sapnap must have sensed the tension building in his shoulders, because he thought up a task on the fly for the other. “Karl, can you go tell George I won’t be able to come today? Don’t tell him what happened, just say some stuff came up.” Karl nodded, stepping away and once again making his footfalls audible and slow until the door shut quietly behind him. “Let’s go wrap your leg, make a splint or something.”

Sapnap kept his hand as steady as possible as he walked them to the bathroom, setting the other on the counter while he gathered the first aid kit. Pulling out a popsicle stick, he held it against the other’s leg to measure before cutting it down to size. As he wrapped Quackity’s leg to the stick with gauze, he began to speak.

“Before you get upset, hear me out, okay?” It was a little late for that, but he didn’t exactly have a choice. He pouted against the other’s fingers, making sure the blackette could see it.

“So, this is gonna sound crazy, I know, but I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t confident that it was true.” And that statement alone worried the man, because what the hell could possibly come out of his mouth next? As he finished wrapping his leg, tying it off neatly and carefully to not cut off circulation, he finished his statement. Apparently, the words his fiancé was going to tell him were the weirdest, and most heartbreaking thing he could imagine.

“Karl doesn’t remember you, Quackity.”

[tovaicas]

actually here is some drg lore for rouvastre bc I can

rouvastre was a house knight by profession and took up the lance in arr bc they feared any potential idiosyncrasies with ishgardian sword-and-shield styles of fighting would be easily recognizable, and he was familiar enough with a lance (both practically and by watching - she had a cousin who was a drg trainee) that it wasn't a wholly new weapon for them. so a lot of that inherent skill and talent owain praises you for? nothing actually special, rouvastre just had more practical experience with a lance than the dudes in the lancer's guild.

by the time lnc/drg 30 rolls around they're already too far in deep to back out of saying yes to owain's favour, and yes he’s sweating bullets the entire time they have to go back to coerthas and pretend she doesn’t know anything abt the dragoons. absolutely nothing, they swear. being picked by the eye as the unprecedented second azure drg may have prompted a minor panic attack, but he’s already locked into her story so...oops.

like regular arr!drg quests, alberic speedran their training, so despite getting a soulstone and old memories and knowing the skills, he’s effectively handicapped by the fact that a) she never actually learned the iron control and other basic skills it takes to actually be a drg and b) they're just kinda winging it the whole time. bc he has so many problems with the Soulstone That Hates Them (there's a subjugated dragon spirit in there that Really Doesn't Want To Be that's there as a drg power battery, and 'trained in two months and only taught parkour' rouvastre doesn't know how to handle it and is constantly fighting with it) she’s actually a very middling drg until the niddhog fight. alberic introduced them as the 2nd azure to heustienne and she was like. huh.

(that was arr!lore I kept bc I took the whole 'dragon within' thing literally ok.)

they only time the soulstone actually worked with them was for niddhog, which was a temporary thing, they never managed to see eye to eye. rouvastre released him from the stone after hw on that post-hw reminiscing solo roadtrip, and later met drahm korr (an ex-horde wyvern) in anyx trine, who now willingly replaces the soulstone.

post-hw, drahm korr is the source of nearly all their drg power, sort of in the same way estinien's reached an accord with nidhogg. stb is their training montage together, and she's pivotal for shinryu; rouvastre doesn't really actually bloom into being a good drg until stb, and they're emulating/reinventing pre-dsw dragoons. I like to think a lot of jobless drgs are out getting cool friendship dragons of their own now, thanks rouvastre

they both share most sensations (ex. thought, emotion, sometimes even sight), even over long distances (a curious consequence of this is that drahm korr doesn't actually speak eorzean, bc rouvastre only ever speaks to her in ishgardian). Emotion in particular is felt intensely between them, and much of their communication is non-verbal. they're basically always within a close distance unless inconvenient (ie. drahm korr doesn't approach ishgard unless she has to), so she's there for every major thing that doesn't take place in norvrandt (ie she's the one ferrying hien/yugiri/lyse outta ghimlyt during elidizenos, she flies off to help estinien/tiamat in paglth'an, was instrumental for shinryu, etc). there's a little nook set up for her in revenant's toll.

in-game she's the wyvern mount you can get!

tl;dr

[theinsanecrayonbox]

it's X-men day. ep 7 time

oh boy Nimrod and One Man's Worth in the opening sequence

oh hey Belle from the Assassins' Guild and brother Bobby showed to Remy's funeral. who's the skunk haired girl though?

and cut from Gambit's funeral to Rouge storming a government facility. nice. oh hey it's General Ross and Hulk namedrop. thanks for remembering that the 90s TAS was a shared universe.

huh interesting that Scott wears his visor like headphones. and that should obviously be Maddie dude, check the hair....but it isn't?

now we cut to snow...CAPTAIN AMERICA???? he's supposed to be in a portal with Red Skull! it was a Spiderman storyline. (are we getting Spidey next????? are we doing a full verse tour???)

oh no Hank don't be going Percy on us please, don't get too disillusioned on us

oh Emma just gained her diamond form, neat...though she's now supposed to be psychic or readable like that...

yay Kurt called rogue sister. it's the little things that spark joy. and we're in October/November? still, the sibling bond is nice

Bastion? who is that subtitles???

awwww crap, OZT is Orchis isn't it. and Sinister's involved...that's Stasis/Clubs isn't it. aw crap, this is Island of Stupiding

dang Rogue

what the...are we getting the Omega Sentinel chick? or you know, something similar

oh hai Cable. speedran the Cable=Nathan thing but meh

failing since '92..."i'm a villain that evolved"...are we doing meta references now??

Magneto's not dead! and Purple-People Eater?? what is Bastion?? *googles real quick* oh that's who he is...it's all Messiah Complex story stuff, yeah i didn't go through that, ok that's why i don't know him. OZT is not Orchis either, so that's good to know too. ok.

so yeah, it was an ok episode. we got the plot pushing ahead, got some good reveals, some good character bits. we're setting up the 3-part climax, so yeah. (but why hasn't Storm regrouped yet?? she should've zoomed home before the news cast even ended you'd think)

[archivelikely]

when the bachelor was like "i just wish there was some way i could study infected tissue" and artemy was immediately like "hold that thought" *reaches into pocket and hands him an entire human heart* "here you go :)" and they were both like yes this is a normal human interaction

[lixbf]

loki spoilers in tags

[beachedmessagebottles]

@ ur tags: good. ooooh you wanna consider them so baddd

dhdnntnrr this took forever but since it’s your birthday I speedran an idea. Happy birthday enjoy your SigRaf it’s totally not 12:30

Summary: Sig and Raffina are rather different, so it’s odd that they’ve suddenly been hanging out more, perhaps they’ll find out.

It was honestly apparent that Raffina cared too much and Sig cared too little. Not that Raf was extremely picky or anything, well, she was but not that picky and she’d make sure nobody forgot it, or that Sig didn’t care at all, it just seemed like they were at ends of a spectrum. Raffina was tough as nails, and Sig was perhaps as lax as one could get. They just seemed like completely different people in their friend group. (That could be said for a lot of their friend group, but it stuck out like a sore thumb between the two of them.)

So the two of them hanging out more and more simply didn’t make much sense. It felt fairly awkward at times, though not necessarily bad. Raf didn’t consider Sig a rival at all, they were skilled in whatever went inside their head honestly. If you asked her, she would’ve guessed bugs, but if she absolutely had to compliment the tenacity of the interest, they sure were interested in it. She had no care for it.

Yet, that was a ridiculous notion. Nothing in common at all, complete opposites. There had to be something making them hang out more! Ladies used their wits to solve complicated problems after all! Therefore, she’d solve this problem once and for all—

“Sure hang out more often.” Sig interrupted her thought process, making Raffina’s naturally rosy cheeks turn more rosy in both mixed frustration and embarrassment. Though her eyebrow raised at the mere mention. They were simply walking from school just a moment ago, with no real indication of starting such a conversation.

“Hm. I suppose you’re right. Do you wonder why?” Raffina asked, placing a hand on her hip.

“Not really.” Of course not, Raffina thought. She huffed a moment, shaking her head.

“Oh please, there’s got to be a reason or two.”

“Prolly.” A stunning conversation as always. It somewhat aggravated her to be the one who talked more than ever, but on the other hand she definitely got hints of headaches whenever her more excitable classmates had thoughts on their mind that they wanted to voice. She supposed that’s why she and Lidelle were rather friendly. A lightbulb going off in her mind.

“Well, you’re rather quiet.” Their bluntness was another topic.

“Guess so.”

“Though the other week I do remember you talked for what, ten minutes, about something or other?”

“Lightning bug.”

“Yes, that. Rather passionate.” She swore she could see a slight tinge on Sig’s cheeks, but she brushed it off. She didn’t wish to embarrass them, simply thinking out loud.

“You’re kinda too. ‘Bout yourself.” Sig added, scratching the back of their head.

Raffina scoffed, “That makes me sound completely narcissistic. I simply upkeep myself well, thank you very much.”

“Didn’t mean it in a bad way.” Sig shrugged, “Pretty is all.”

Forget her cheeks, she could feel her whole face become red, butterflies suddenly in her stomach, she blinked at how casually that was said. Her mouth became completely dry, lost on words. Sig’s eyes slightly looked away, though half-closed as always. Eventually Raffina forced a haughty laugh up her throat so the awkward silence wasn’t more awkward.

“Ohoho! Of course I am! Now, Puyo Battle! Fever!”

It was now Sig’s turn to be confused uttering out a confused ‘huh?’ as the game started. The confusing feelings still bubbled and bit at Raffina but for now she couldn’t find the right words. How does one counteract being called ‘pretty?’ to someone who didn’t mind being called whatever? She didn’t exactly know in that moment, so she supposed one of her other favorite compliments would have to do- Strong. And she knew well that Sig was particularly strong in Fever mode.

They had differences, but perhaps that was somewhat in it’s own right, a strength.