#I'm losing this battle 😤

[beebeewoop]

SLOPPIN IT UP TAKE 2 BECAUSE YEAH 💥

I drew mine and my friends' ocs as Evil Hall again because they're my new favorite blorbos now and I'm posting it because I wanna 💪 if you haven't read Tally Hall vs. Evil Hall (created by @salad-006) I really think you should because it's great and the guys are kinda super silly

Anyways I'm going bonkers

Spoilers for like the lastest chapter methinks proceed with caution

Starting off with the least glonked up fellas we got

Moore (belongs to @arthurisveryrandom) as Evil Zubin

Bro just look at him... He's so sad... Covered in paint... He looks traumatized... Moore is a wet cat confirmed Arthur told me so himself /JJJJJJJJJJJ

B (belongs to @shim0nk) as Evil Andrew

Bro's swaggin it up in here look at him all chill like that... Even tho he got burnt to a crisp... But it's ok because he's a robot he can't feel pain and his melted latex skin peeled right off he's ok guys don't worry. Burmnt chimnken nunghet... Also get this man on a billboard because whatever he's selling I wanna buy it I mean just look at him wouldn't you also want to buy what he's selling he seems trustworthy ykw I think I'll give him my credit card info and social security number /JJJJJJJJ (PSA: DO NOT GIVE OUT YOUR CREDIT CARD INFO AND SSN ON THE INTERNET 👍)

Pardon my goofy ahh rambles... It gets worse from here

Below the cut are the slightly more glonked up fellas...

//bonked up robots or something exposed wires n shii

//blood but it's green evil robot ooze and poorly drawn

//technically decapitation BUT IT'S FUNNY TRUST ME 💪🥺

Lucius (belongs to @rose-is-fucking-cold) as Evil Rob

Ambrose keeps calling him cunty and I can't disagree... I think everyone should draw Lucius in high heels like right now. Also I'd be mad too if I got my head chopped off like bro now I gotta carry my head around or tape it on... Smh my head. But at least he has high heels those are pretty nice I mean just look at him... Slaying... Here king you dropped this 👑 but good luck keeping it on since you can't even keep your head on Lbozo skill issue (I am so sorry /gen) (I am sleep deprived) (I am mad at Tumblr still) (Tumblr hates me) (I am taking my anger out on Lucius 🙁 /hj)

Fartlord (belongs to @stromboli-muncher) as Evil Joe

It's everyone's favorite ! The man the fart the guy himself ! Eyeless. Well missing one eye because the birds took it. He got attacked by birds this is so tragic can we get an F in the chat guys one like = eye patch for him 👍

And last but not least...

Rosebush (MY guy 😋) as Evil Ross

Bro's mad... Fuckimg chrunchy... Listen I'd be pissed too if I fell down an upstairs escalator and came out looking like this... Like zoinks Scoob ☹️ (Well actually he got PUSHED... 😳) Pro tip: don't fall down upstairs escalators even if you're a dream demon robot you're not invincible to escalators those things are terrifying LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN FINAL DESTINATION????? Yeah never again... Escalators are also a no go. Just use the stairs... EVERYDAY is leg day 🦵🦵

And that's enough of that... El oh el ecks dee ✌️

[citysuk]

echoes of us | anakin skywalker

pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!reader

summary: anakin has spent the last four years away from you, consumed by his duties as a jedi, trying to move past the pain of your departure. although seeing you again wasn't something that he was expecting, the reunion leads to a tense confrontation, where anakin's deep-seated feelings clash with his lover's sense of duty, highlighting the tragic consequences of their forbidden relationship.

words: 7,1k words (oops)

warnings: please, you already know me so ANGST. kinda manipulative anakin¿ only a little bit. stubborn reader for the sake of the plot, i'm sorry (i'm not). a little bit of spicy hehehhe. no smut tho. no use of y/n but no oc neither. no proofread. i won't say a word about the finale so read to know what happens at the end 😤

notes: i just- (SATURATED SCREAMS). i'm on a star wars binge and i just couldn't help myself, i needed to write this. all i want in life is someone to love me like anakin loves her.

It's been four long years since you left, and Anakin Skywalker has tried to move on with his life. He throws himself into his duties as a Jedi, taking on more missions and responsibilities. He pushes himself to his limits and beyond, trying to forget about the pain of losing you. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to shake the memories. You're always there, lurking in the back of his mind, a constant reminder of what he lost. His heart still aches for you, and he still feels a sense of emptiness inside him.

As the years have passed, he has become more stoic, more reserved. He barely smiles anymore, and his laugh is rare. His fellow Jedi see these changes in him and wonder what has happened to make him so serious and cold. But Anakin keeps his emotions buried deep inside, never letting them surface, never letting anyone see the pain he's feeling. He's become a shadow of his former self, the bright-eyed and carefree Padawan replaced by a hardened and withdrawn Jedi Knight.

As the Clone Wars rage on, Anakin throws himself into battle, fighting with a ferocity and intensity that borders on feral. He's become a skilled and feared warrior, known for his bravery and skill, but also for his ruthless efficiency and lack of mercy towards his enemies. Even his fellow Jedi, the ones who are closest to him, cannot penetrate the shell he’s built around himself. He hides his emotions so well that it’s as if they don’t exist anymore, and no one suspects the depth of the pain he’s carrying inside him. He still feels your loss like a physical wound, and he fears that it will never heal. But he cannot let himself think of it, cannot allow himself to dwell on the past. He has a duty to the Jedi Order and the Republic, and longing can distract him from that.

So he goes through the motions of being a Jedi, fighting in the war, protecting the innocent, and doing his best to serve the greater good. But deep down, he knows that he'll never be truly happy again, that he'll carry his pain to the grave.

There are times, when he’s alone in the darkness of night, that he lets his guard down, that is when he allows his emotions to surface. And in those moments, he allows himself to think of you, to remember the happy times you had together, to ache for what might have been. But then, as the night ends and the morning comes, he pushes those thoughts away, locking them back up inside him, and he goes back to being the stoic and reserved Jedi Knight that everyone expects him to be.

And the cycle of pain and loneliness continues day after day, year after year. He keeps on living, fighting, and serving, but deep down, he knows that a part of him will always be empty, the part that you took when you left.

He wonders sometimes if you ever think of him and if you ever reflect on your time together with the same sense of melancholy and regret that he does. But he doesn’t allow himself to hope for that. It’s better to just keep pushing forward, to keep fighting the war and doing his duty.

That's until he hears the news that your father is coming to visit the Order. His heart skips a beat it's the first thing that he feels. He knows that since you went back to your planet your father never travels without you by his side, and this won't be the exception. His mind reels at the possibility of seeing you again. It’s been four years since you left to help your father in his political arrangements. Four long and lonely years. The thought of being in your presence again, even for a brief moment, fills him with a mix of emotions. Anticipation and dread, hope and fear.

He tries to keep his emotions in check, not wanting to get his hopes up too high. The idea of seeing you again after all this time is too good to be true. Besides, he knows that there is a small chance that you will not come to the temple, but he decides to embrace the possibility of at least seeing you.

When the masters of the Order confirmed that you would arrive with your father, he couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline running through his whole body. There's gotta be some sort of catch in this whole situation. But the more he thinks about it, the more he wants it and needs it.

As the day of your arrival approaches, he can't help but feel anxious. He doesn't know what to expect, how he'll react when he sees you. Will he be able to keep his emotions in check? Or will they surface in a wave of longing and regret? He tries to prepare himself, to steel himself for the moment. He tells himself it's just a visit, that it doesn't mean anything. But deep down, he knows that's not true. He's been waiting for this moment for years, and he can't deny the excitement and anticipation that's building inside him.

When the day finally arrives, he waits anxiously in the Temple, trying to remain calm. But his heart is racing, his palms are sweaty, and he can barely keep still. He's acutely aware of every passing moment, every second that brings him closer to seeing you again. His fellow Jedi notice his change in demeanor. He's usually so stoic and collected, but now he's jittery and restless, out of character for him. They wonder what could be causing this change, and they eye him with curious and sometimes amused glances. But Anakin ignores them, his thoughts solely focused on the moment ahead. He rehearses different scenarios in his head, trying to figure out how he’ll act when he sees you. But no matter how he imagines it, he can’t quite predict what will happen. The thought of facing you again after so long both thrills and terrifies him.

And then, finally, the moment arrives. He sees you walking through the Temple, in the company of your father and a few other dignitaries. The sight of you takes his breath away. You’ve grown, your features more mature and defined. But the sight of you holding the hand of another young politician he heard being called Kenth Cardas it's what makes him feel sick to the stomach. His heart clenches as he watches you, a sudden realization hitting him like a knife to the heart. You’re with someone else. Another man. And the pain that washes over him is sharper and more intense than any pain he’s ever felt before.

It takes all his willpower to keep his composure, to keep the expression of his face neutral. But inside, he’s seething with jealousy and hurt. He had been hoping, even expecting, for you to be single.

The thought of another man’s hands on you, another man’s eyes taking in your beauty, it’s almost too much for him to bear. He watches as you, your father, and your companion make your way through the Temple, greeting the Jedi and discussing diplomatic matters. Every step you take, every word you utter, it feels like the knife is being twisted in his heart. He wants to walk up to you, to pull you away from the other man and take you for himself. But he knows that’s not an option. You’re not his. You never were.

The scene is too abhorrent for him, he cannot bear another second of seeing you with another man that isn't him. With a lump in his throat and tears of frustration pricking at his eyes, Anakin turns and strides away from the scene, the sound of your laugh following him as he goes. He can’t stay there, can’t watch you pretending to be happy with someone else. It’s too painful, too agonizing. He needs to get away, to be alone, and try to process the torrent of emotions that threatens to overwhelm him. He heads to one of the quieter parts of the Temple, a place where he can be alone and try to get his emotions under control. He leans against the cold stone wall, his hands clenching into fists. He tries to push the image of you with another man out of his mind, but it’s burned into his memory, seared into his eyeballs. He’s never felt this level of jealousy and hurt before, and he doesn’t know how to deal with it. He feels like he’s unraveling like everything he’s worked to keep under control is suddenly slipping through his fingers. He punches the wall in impotent rage, the pain in his knuckles a welcome distraction from the pain in his heart. He wants to scream, to shout, to let out all the emotions that are boiling inside him. He stays still there for a few minutes which seems like hours, until he feels a presence behind him.

He turns, his heart racing as he senses who it is. And sure enough, there you are, standing a few feet away from him, looking at him with a mixture of concern and uncertainty. An uncomfortable silence settles between them as they stare at each other. The air is thick with emotion and tension, and Anakin feels his heart thudding in his chest. He doesn’t know what to say, or how to react.

He studies you as you stand there, his eyes roving over your face, taking in every detail. You’re even more beautiful than he remembers, but there’s a sense of sadness and resignation in your eyes that he doesn’t quite understand. He wants to say something, to break the silence that hangs between you like a thick fog. But the words stick in his throat, and he can’t force them out. Instead, he just stands there, staring at you like an idiot.

Taking a deep breath, you break the silence, your voice soft and hesitant. “Ani... Can I talk to you? For a moment.”

Anakin nods, barely able to speak. His heart is racing, his mind spinning. He can’t believe you’re really standing here in front of him, that he’s actually talking to you again after all this time. “Of course,” he manages to say, his voice rough and raspy.

You take another step closer, the distance between you feeling like an eternity. You look up at him, your eyes searching his face as if you’re looking for something. “It’s been a long time, you've grown,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nods again, feeling a lump in his throat. He wants to tell you how much he’s missed you, how many nights he’s spent thinking of you, yearning for you. But the words won’t come. He’s scared, scared to show you the depth of his feelings, scared that you’ll reject him. “Yeah, it has,” he manages to reply, his voice flat and emotionless.

You notice his tone, the way he’s putting up his walls, trying to keep his emotions in check. You know him too well, you can sense how he was feeling, the storm of emotions raging inside him. But you also know how stubborn he can be, how he’s willing to suffer in silence rather than admit his true feelings. You take another step closer, closing the distance between you even further. You reach out to touch his arm, your hand tentative and gentle, like you’re handling a wild animal. He freezes at your touch, his breath catching in his throat. He can feel the heat of your hand through the fabric of his sleeve, the warmth of your touch seeping into his skin. He wants to reach out and pull you to him, bury his face in your hair, and breathe in your scent. But he stands still, frozen in the moment, unable to move. You can feel his tension, the way his body is coiled tight like a spring. But you can also see the flicker of emotions in his eyes, the way his walls are crumbling as he stares at you. You know that underneath the hard exterior, there’s a part of him that’s aching to be let out, yearning for affection and connection.

You move closer still, your hand still gently resting on his arm. You’re so close now that he can feel your breath on his skin, the warmth of your body almost touching his. He shivers involuntarily, overwhelmed by your proximity. He wants to pull you to him, to hold you tight, and never let you go. He looks down at you, his eyes roving over your face, taking in every detail. He notices the flecks of gold in your eyes, the slight blush on your cheeks, the curve of your lips. It’s all he can do to keep his composure, to keep his emotions in check. But seeing you this close to him, feeling your touch on his skin, it’s like a dam breaking inside him. He takes a shuddering breath, trying to steady himself. He wants to tell you how much he’s missed you, how much he’s still in love with you, and how much he’s been hurting since you left. But the words won’t come, stuck in his throat like they’re glued there.

He’s torn between the conflicting desires to push you away and to pull you closer. Part of him wants to protect himself from further hurt, but a greater part of him is desperate to have you close, to feel your touch, and to hear your voice. He stands there, caught in an agony of indecision, his heart and his mind warring with each other. He wants to do the right thing, the sensible thing. But when it comes to you, he’s never been able to do what’s smart or pragmatic. He’s always been guided by his emotions, and right now, his emotions are screaming at him to take what he wants, consequences be damned. He can feel his resolve weakening, the walls he’s built around his heart crumbling. He’s always been a man of action, but right now, he doesn't know what to do.

You look up at him, your heart racing in your chest. You can sense the turmoil inside him, the storm of emotions raging in his eyes. You know that he’s struggling to keep his composure, but you also know how much he’s hurting. You take a deep breath, summoning up the courage to say what you need to say. “Ani, I didn’t forget the time we spent together, the promises we made.”

His eyes widen at your words, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn’t expected you to say that, to admit that you’ve been thinking of him all this time. He feels a surge of hope and longing rise in his chest, his breath catching in his throat. You pressed on, your voice was soft but firm. “The friendship we maintained for so many years will always be marked in my mind, no matter where I am.”

He feels his heart skip a beat at your words. It’s what he’s wanted to hear for so long, the confirmation that you still think of him, that there’s still a chance for them.

He stands there, frozen in the moment, caught between the desire to pull you to him and the fear that if he does, it will only end in heartbreak. He doesn’t know what to say, or how to react. He feels like he’s in a dream like this isn’t happening.

He looks down at you, his eyes roving over your face. He sees the honesty and vulnerability you’re showing him. He wants to believe you, he wants to let himself hope. But he can’t shake the feeling that this is just a cruel trick, the vision of you holding that man's hand it's something that he can't shake off his head. He feels that he’s going to wake up any minute and find himself alone again.

He starts to pull away, his walls going up again. “I don’t believe you,” he says, his voice cold and distant.

Your eyes widen at his words, your heart sinking at the tone of his voice. You had expected some resistance, but you didn’t expect him to deny your feelings outright. "What I'm saying it's truthful, I never stopped thinking about you"

He shakes his head, his eyes hard and cold. He wants to push you away, to protect himself from the pain. “I don’t want to hear it,” he says gruffly. “It’s too late, it’s been four years. You made your choice when I asked you to stay but you left.”

You blink back tears at his words, the hurt and anger in his voice like a knife to your gut. You had hoped that he would understand, that he would see how much you still cared for him. “You know that what we were feeling exceeded friendliness and was wrong, the attachments are prohibited. This was for something bigger than you and me both,” you say, looking at him almost guilty.

He scoffs at your words, his anger rising. “Don’t talk to me about attachments. I know the Code, I know about the stupid rules. But don’t tell me that what we had meant anything to you since you come here now holding another man's hand.” Anakin is seething with jealousy now, his hands clenching into fists. The thought of you with another man, another man touching you and holding you, it’s more than he can bear. He wants to grab you and shake you, to make you understand how much the sight of you with someone else hurts him.

He takes a step closer, looming over you. He’s taller and stronger than you, and he towers above you, his presence intimidating. “Tell me the truth,” he growls. “Did you ever really love me, or was it all just a lie?”

Your heart is racing in your chest as he looms over you, his eyes flashing with anger and hurt. You can feel the tension in the air, the danger and volatility of the situation. “Of course I loved you,” you say, your voice shaking just a little. “I loved you with all my heart, and I still do.”

He sneers at your words, his face twisting into a cruel smile. He doesn’t believe you, doesn’t want to believe you. It’s easier to think that you’re lying, that you never really loved him at all. “Prove it,” he snaps. “Prove that you love me.”

You’re taken aback by his challenge, his demand. You didn’t expect him to ask you to prove your feelings, to put them to the test. “What… what do you mean, prove it?” you ask, your voice small and uncertain.

He takes another step closer, his body almost touching yours. He’s so close that you can feel the heat of his skin, the tension radiating off him in waves. “Kiss me,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “Kiss me like you mean it. Show me that you’re not just playing with me.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, the intensity of his gaze, and the heat of his body. You’re nervous and hesitant, but you also feel a pang of longing and desire. You want to prove to him that your feelings are real, that you’re not just toying with him. You can feel his breath on your lips, the heat of his mouth just inches away from yours. "I'm engaged." You blurt out.

His face darkens at your words, the mention of your engagement like a slap in the face. He feels a surge of irrational jealousy and anger, the idea of you marrying someone else infuriating him. “So what?” he snaps. “You’re engaged to someone else, but you’re still here, standing here in front of me, telling me that you love me. Kiss me. You said you still love me. Prove it.”

You're taken aback by his insistence, his refusal to listen to reason. "It's not that simple, Ani," you say, trying to maintain your composure. "I'm with another person now, and it wouldn't be right to-"

He cuts you off, grabbing you by the wrists and pulling you to him so that your bodies are pressed together. He’s breathing heavily, his chest heaving with emotion. He’s on the edge, barely holding it together. He can feel the warmth of your body pressed against his, the scent of your skin, the beat of your heart. “Damn the rules, damn the Code,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “I want to feel your lips on mine. I want to taste you, I want to hold you. I don’t care about anything else.”

You can see the desperation in his eyes, the hunger and need. You’re torn, part of you wants to give in to his demand, to give yourself over to the passion and desire that always existed between you. But another part of you is wary, knowing that this is dangerous, that indulging in this could lead to nothing but pain and heartache. "Ani, stop," you say, your voice gentle but firm. "We can't do this. We can't let ourselves go down this path."

He scoffs at your words, his grip on your wrists tightening. He can’t believe you’re still resisting him, still holding back when you’ve already admitted that you still love him. “Why not?” he asks, his voice a low growl. “What’s stopping us? You said you love me. You can’t deny that you want this. I can see it in your eyes.”

You feel your resolve weakening, the heat of his body and the intensity of his gaze making it hard to think straight. "I can't do this to Kenth," you say, trying to hold onto your reasoning. "I can't just throw away what I have with him. I can't hurt him like that. He's a good man."

He scoffs again, his jealousy flaring at the mention of your fiancé. To him, he's nothing more than a rival, a hindrance to what he wants. "A good man," he sneers. "What does he have that I don’t? What can he give you that I can’t?"

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of his question. You know that your fiancé is a good person, kind and respectful, but you also know that he’s not the same as Ani. There’s something about your history with Anakin, something about the passion and intensity of your connection, that’s unique and special. “It’s not about what he has or what he can give me,” you say, your voice quiet but firm. "It's about the future and following the rules for the sake of everyone."

He feels a pang of jealousy and bitterness at your words, the idea of you building a life with someone else it's like his biggest nightmare turning into reality.

“You’re mine,” he says through clenched teeth. “You will always be mine. I don’t care about your fiancé, your future, or anything else. I only care about you. So stop thinking about what you should do, and what you shouldn’t do, and just feel. For once in your life, just let yourself feel what you know you want.”

His words strike a chord within you, the intensity and possessiveness of his declaration igniting a spark of desire deep inside you. You can feel yourself weakening, your resolve cracking under the weight of his words. “Ani, please,” you say, your voice little more than a whisper. “This isn’t fair.”His words send a shiver down your spine, the heat of his body and the strength of his grip making it impossible to resist him. You’re caught between reason and emotion, torn between your loyalty to your fiancé and the deep-seated love you still feel for him. “Please…” you whisper, your voice breaking. “You’re not thinking straight. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

He looks down at you, his eyes burning with intensity. “I know exactly what I’m doing,” he says, his voice fierce and determined. “I’m claiming what should have always been mine. I’m taking what I want. You.” He leans down, his mouth hovering mere inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. The tension between you is electric, the air thick with desire and need. Your breath catches in your throat, your heart racing in your chest. You can feel the heat and power radiating off of him, the primal force of his need and desire nearly overpowering your senses. You know that you should resist, that you should push him away and run before it’s too late. But you can’t bring yourself to do it. Your body is drawn to his, your mind consumed with the need to feel his lips on yours.

He can see the conflict in your eyes, the battle between your loyalty and your desires. He can tell that you’re close to breaking, close to giving in to what you both want. He leans in even closer, his lips practically touching yours. “Stop fighting it,” he whispers, his voice low and sultry. “Stop trying to be strong, and just let go. I know you want this. You’ve always wanted this.“ His words send a jolt of electricity through your body, the truth of them hitting you like a ton of bricks. You know that he’s right, that deep down you’ve always wanted this, always wanted him. You know that no matter how hard you try to deny it, there will be a part of you that will always belong to him. You can feel your resistance crumbling, your body and mind completely under his control.

He senses your surrender, the last of your resistance crumbling beneath the weight of his words and his touch. He can feel the heat and desire radiating off you, the air between you electric and charged. Without another word, he closes the tiny gap between you and captures your lips with his own. The moment his lips meet yours, it’s like a circuit is completed. The floodgates of long-suppressed desire burst open, and you kiss him back with a passion that takes your breath away. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, the intensity and heat of it like a storm, crashing over you and consuming you whole. You respond to the kiss with equal hunger and fervor, his hands moving to cup your face, to pull you closer to him. He wants to devour you, to possess you completely. He can feel the tension building between you, the passion and need threatening to overwhelm you both.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him towards you and molding your body against his. You can feel his strength, his power, the taut muscles of his back, and the heat of his skin beneath his robes. The kiss deepens, your mouths moving together in a dance of desire and need. Your hearts are racing, your bodies electrified by the heat of the kiss.

You feel the possessive urgency in his touch, the hunger and need in his every movement. You can feel the jealousy and the anger, the primal need to possess you completely. And despite yourself, you feel your body responding to his touch, igniting a fire deep within you that you thought was long extinguished.

He breaks the kiss, his eyes burning into yours, his body still pressing you against the wall. He’s panting, his breathing ragged and uneven, his body vibrating with need. “You’re mine,” he growls, his voice raw and hoarse. “No one else is ever going to touch you, no one else is going to have you. I want you to leave him.“

Your mind is hazy, your thoughts clouded by the heat and desire coursing through your body. You know that you should resist him, however, you want to tell him that he owns your body and soul completely. But your mind betrays you, your words coming out in little more than a breath. "I... I can't," you whisper, your voice trembling.

The words are like a cold bucket of water to his face, his eyes flashing with a mixture of hurt and anger. He pulls back from you slightly, his hands still on your hips, anchoring you to the wall. “Why not?” he bites out, his voice rough and sharp. “What’s stopping you?“

You try to find the words to explain, to tell him that it’s too much, that you’re still engaged to someone else. But before you can form the words, he’s leaning back in, his body pressing against yours once again. “Tell me,” he says, his voice a low growl in your ear. “Tell me why you can’t be mine. I want to hear you say it.“ The heat and desire that was coursing through you moments ago has faded, replaced by a sense of guilt and confusion. You know that you should put your foot down, that you should remind him of your engagement. But you’re finding it increasingly hard to think straight as he presses his body against yours, his voice a seductive whisper in your ear. “It's a political arrangement.” You manage to say, the words coming out in a shaky breath.

A low, possessive growl escapes his throat as he hears your words. "What do you mean, a 'political arrangement'?" he snaps, his hands tightening on your hips. "Explain."

You take a shaky breath, your body still pressed against the cool surface of the wall. The primal possessiveness of his touch sends a shiver down your spine. “My marriage. It’s an arrangement made by our families,” you explain, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s meant to strengthen our families’ political relationships.”

His jaw clenches at your words. The thought of you entering into a political arrangement with someone else, someone who didn’t deserve you, is enough to make his blood boil. He moves his body impossibly closer, his hands shifting to cup your face, his voice a low growl. “So your family basically sold you to someone else for political gain?”

Your heart sinks at the harsh truth of his words. In the back of your mind, you’ve always known that the engagement was more about politics than love. But the truth hurts, especially hearing it said out loud. You can feel the tension and possessive anger in his body, the way his body is pressed against yours like a cage. You know he’s not going to let this go easily. You nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Essentially, yes.“

His mind reels at your admission, his anger and jealousy growing even stronger. He can’t believe that your family would treat you like a bargaining chip like a possession to be traded away for political gain. “And you agreed to this?” he practically spits out, his voice thick with anger. “You agreed to marry someone you don’t even love?“

Your heart twists at the anger and hurt in his voice, but you can’t deny the truth of his words. You did agree to marry someone you don’t love, all because of your family’s political aspirations. You nod again, your eyes downcast. You’re ashamed and embarrassed, and guilt washes over you like a wave. You know you’ve hurt him by agreeing to marry someone else, but you don’t know how to fix it.

He pulls back slightly, his hands falling from your face. He feels a mix of anger, hurt, and jealousy coursing through him, the primal possessiveness warring with the need to protect you. “So you’re going to marry him?” he asks, his voice low and hoarse. “You’re going to spend the rest of your life with someone you don’t even love? Are you gonna be happy with that?“

You find yourself unable to meet his gaze. You’ve never thought about it that way before, but there isn't much that you can do. You shake your head slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. “It's the best outcome for everyone. For my family, the Order, the Force... and for you.“

His jaw clamps shut at your words, a surge of anger and frustration coursing through him. The thought of you marrying someone else, settling for a life that is anything less than what you deserve, is unbearable to him. “Best outcome for everyone?” he grits out, his voice raw with emotion. “Except for you. What about what you want? What about your happiness?“ His words sting bitterly, the shame and guilt you feel growing stronger. You know that your happiness is not a priority in this arrangement, that it never has been. But the truth hurts, especially when it’s said out loud. You shake your head again, your voice trembling. “It doesn’t matter. I have a duty, the responsibility to see this through.“

His heart aches at your words, the fact that you’re willing to sacrifice your own happiness for the sake of duty is something he can’t understand. It goes against everything he believes in, against everything he fights for. “Duty and responsibility be damned,” he snaps, his voice edged with anger and frustration. “You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be with someone who loves you, who worships the ground you walk on. Not some political arrangement.“

Your heart clenches at his words, the mix of anger and desperation in his voice bringing tears to your eyes. You know he’s right, deep down you’ve always known that you deserve more than you’re settling for. But duty and responsibility have always been pounded into you, and the thought of going against them is terrifying. “It’s not that simple,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “It’s not just about me. It’s about the Republic, the Jedi Order…”

He scoffs at your words, the anger and frustration growing stronger. The fact that you’re still focusing on what's expected of you, even after everything you’ve just shared, is frustrating for him. “None of that matters if you’re not happy. You’re not some pawn to be used in someone else’s game.“

Your heart aches more with every word he says, the truth of them echoing in your head. You know he’s right, you know that your happiness should come first, but the years of conditioning and expectations are hard to break. “I can’t just... abandon everything...” you say, your voice weak. “I can’t disappoint them.“

His eyes flash with anger and disbelief, his patience wearing thin. “You’re more worried about disappointing them than about your happiness? That’s a load of Bantha poodoo and you know it. They don’t deserve your loyalty.”

He's right, you know he is. You've been putting everyone else's needs above your own for so long that it's become second nature. You look up at him, tears streaming down your face. "But what about you?" you whisper, your voice trembling.

“What about me?” he echoes, his voice hoarse with emotion. “You’re choosing someone else over me. You’re choosing a life of political duty over our happiness, over what we could have together.“ He steps closer to you again, his body once again pinning you against the wall. His hands reach out to cup your face, his touch gentle despite the storm of emotion raging within him. “We could have a life together. We could be happy.“

Your heart clenches at his words, the weight of the decision you’re facing hitting you like a ton of durasteel. You know what you want, deep down you know that you’d give anything to be with him. But responsibility, a lifetime of conditioning, is still weighing heavily on you. You lean into his touch, your eyes falling closed. Your voice is a whisper, choked with emotion. “Is that possible?” He feels a pang of pain at your question, the doubt in your voice makes him want to just keep you in his arms until you understand what you mean to him. He’s never been more sure of anything in his life. “Yes,” he says, his voice steady and firm, despite the emotions churning inside him. “It’s possible. It’s more than possible. It’s what I want, what I’ve wanted since I met you.“ His hands tighten on your face, his touch gentle yet possessive. “Please, don’t marry him. Choose me.“

His words and touch cut through the fog of doubt and confusion surrounding you. The thought of choosing him, of having a life with him, fills you with a sense of longing and hope that you’ve never known before. For the first time, the thought of your future isn’t shrouded in obligations, it’s filled with love and happiness. You let out a ragged breath, your body tense. “I don’t want to marry Kenth.” You whisper.

His heart nearly leaps out of his chest at your words, a surge of triumph and relief coursing through him. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you like a vise, pulling you flush against him. His body is taut with need and desire, the primal possessiveness in him raging stronger than ever. “Then don’t.” he whispers into your ear, his voice a low growl. “Be with me.“

Your body melds against him, your trembling hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. You feel a mix of relief and desire and fear coursing through you as you look into his eyes, your voice a whisper. “What if they find out? What if they try to... stop us? Or worse, haunt us?“

He pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes burning with a mix of passion and determination. The thought of anyone trying to stop or hurt you fills him with a fierce, protective rage. “They’ll try,” he says, his voice hard. “But I’ll never let anything happen to you. I’ll protect you, no matter what. And if anyone tries to stop us, they’ll have to go through me first.“

His words, full of certainty and strength, send a shiver down your spine. You’ve never felt so wanted, so desired, so protected. The thought of being with him, of having his love and loyalty, is both exhilarating and terrifying. You look into his eyes, searching for reassurance. “And what if it doesn’t work?” you ask hesitantly. “What if we can’t make it?“

He sees the doubt and fear in your eyes, and his heart clenches at the thought of losing you. He pulls you even closer, his body pressed against yours, his arms wrapped around you fiercely. “It will work,” he says, his voice firm and unwavering. “I’ll make sure it does. I won’t let anything come between us.“ He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low growl. “I love you. And I won’t let anyone or anything take you away from me.“

His words, spoken with such unwavering conviction, send a jolt of hope and love through you. You’ve never felt so safe, so cherished, so loved. You can feel the heat and strength of his body against yours, the possessiveness and determination radiating off him in waves. You close your eyes, leaning into him, his lips at your ear. “I love you too,“ you whisper, your voice cracking with emotion. “I’ve always loved you.“

Anakin for the first time in his life, feels complete, whole. He embraces you tightly, his hands roaming over your body, possessive and protective. “You’re mine,” he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. “And I’m yours. No one can keep us apart again. Not the Order, not the Republic, not the universe.“

You can feel the possessiveness in his touch, the way his hands roam over your body as though he owns it. And a part of you, a primal, feminine part of you, longs to be owned by him, to belong to him completely. You nod, your body molding against his, your voice a whisper. “I’m yours. Completely yours.“

His heart nearly bursts at your words, your surrender and acceptance igniting a primal, possessive need in him that nearly takes his breath away. He leans in, his lips against your neck, his voice a low, ragged growl. “Say it again. Say you’re mine.“

You tilt your head slightly, giving him better access to your neck, your body melting against his. You feel a shiver of desire run down your spine at his words, his possessive tone sending a wave of heat through you. You let out a shaky breath, your voice a ragged whisper. “I’m yours. I belong to you, completely and utterly.“

Anakin’s eyes lock onto yours, the intensity and determination in his gaze making your breath hitch. His hands coming up to cup your face, his touch achingly gentle. “There are so many words I want to say to you,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “Words that will never do justice to how I feel about you. You’re the air that I breathe, the thought that consumes me, the obsession that drives me to the brink of madness.“ He leans in closer, his forehead pressing against yours. "You’re the reason I feel alive, the reason I’ll do anything, give anything, to be with you.“ His hands move to your back, his body pressed against yours, the raw need and desire in him almost feral. “I’ve tried to fight it for years, to deny it, but I can't. I can't pretend anymore that I don't want you, that I don't need you. Because I do. I need you more than anything. I’m obsessed with you, completely and utterly obsessed. Living without you it's like not having a soul inside of my body.“

He pulls back slightly, his eyes burning into yours, the force of his emotions like a tidal wave washing over you. “I will do whatever it takes, I will risk everything, I will defy the universe itself, to keep you by my side. You’re mine, and I will never let you go. You’re my love, my every thought, my every dream, my entire existence.“

Your heart is pounding in your chest, the intensity and passion in his words, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. Your hands reach up, touching his face, your fingers tracing over his features gently. “Ani…“ You whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “I… I don’t know what to say. You… you make me feel things I’ve never felt before. You make me feel loved, wanted, desired… worshipped.“

He leans into your touch, his eyes closing as he savors the feeling of your fingers on his skin. A small, vulnerable smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he looks at you. “Say you’ll be mine,” he whispers, his voice gruff with emotion. “Say you’ll stay with me, that you’ll be my everything. I need to hear it, I need to know that you want this as much as I do.“

His vulnerability in that moment, so different from the fierce and possessive man he usually is, makes your heart pound even harder. You look into his eyes, seeing the love, the fear, the need in them. You never knew he was capable of such emotion, such passion. “I’ll stay with you,” you murmur, your voice soft yet filled with conviction. “I’ll be yours, yours completely. For as long as you’ll have me.“

He lets out a ragged breath, his body visibly relaxing as your words sink in. The fear, the doubt, that had been lurking in his eyes vanishes, replaced by something wild and primal, something that nearly takes your breath away. “Forever,” he whispers, his voice hoarse and fierce. “I want you forever. I need you forever. You’re mine now, and I’m never letting you go. Together, we will defy the odds, we will fight fate, we will prove that love, true love, can conquer all."

His lips brush against yours, soft and gentle at first, but quickly turning hungry and demanding. His body presses against yours, the heat of his desire like a fever burning through you. The world around you falls away, leaving only you and him, lost in a moment of complete and utter obsession and love. You’re his and he's yours, and nothing else matters.

[missvelvetsstuff]

https://www.tumblr.com/missvelvetsstuff/719658565357420544/i-have-a-request-please-if-its-open

Thank you so much for taking my request.

So Steve and the reader met while he was on the run and he fell in love with her and Thanos blipped the people but she was there for him no matter what

He proposed to her before they got married Scott lang showed up and etc

Steve saw Peggy and started acting weird with the reader and after returning the stones he came back old asf😭

But the reader had a surprise for him (a pregnancy) what he wanted all those 5 years he spent with her and she got mad and he argued back saying he deserved after everything he did for the people😭 so she didn’t tell him about the baby and left

After a few months she was at the grocery store and ran into Bucky and his eyes were on her swollen belly and she saw the look on his face and said “yes it’s his baby” on the way to his apartment the thousands questions on his mind “did Steve knew his girl was pregnant? Why would he leave her? If i was him I would’ve never left her. Okay stop she is /was your best friend’s girl but he left her someone he once kissed.

There was a lot going on Bucky’s mind, so decided to locate her and find where she lives so he did find her and she was shocked to see it was bucky on the door

So he demand to help her and they became closer and more comfortable around each other and ofc Bucky told Sam about the situation and Sam told the old Steve 😤 and Steve tried contacting her but couldn’t but Sam told him where she lives and he saw his Best Friend and best girl kissing while she was carrying his baby he got mad and possessive/obsessive so he went back and came back younger you know take what was his before he got selfish and left🙄

You can add more angst I wanna cry😭

I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to respond to your request. It took me a minute to flesh it all out and it'll be 5-6 chapters. Hope you like it.

This story was getting too long for me to manage so I've broken it up into chapters and will be posting each when I finish editing. I'm almost done writing so it should be posted by the end of the week. It's been a minute since I saw Civil War so please forgive me if I mess up any details.

Apparently I'm unable to write short blurbs or drabbles, sorry.

As always reader is female and above average height.

Hope y'all enjoy.

The Wrong One

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

1. Meeting

Warnings: swearing, angst

Y/N had watched the news about the Avengers fight in Germany. All the anchors calling it a 'civil war' but she was in NYC in 2012 and saw the aliens trying to invade. She knew that the world was less safe with the Avengers fighting amongst themselves.

After losing her brother in the Battle of New York she felt her mortality acutely so quit her office job, packed up her apartment and put everything in storage and left to see the world. She had no other family or close friends to keep her in the states and yearned for something different. At this point she had seen most of Europe but lingered in Ireland, entranced by its beauty and the wonderful people.

The bar in Dublin where she was working was quiet with only a couple of customers, typical for suppertime in the middle of the week, so she worked on inventory and organizing the storage room to make room for tomorrows delivery.

The bell rang and she went up to the front to see who was there. It was a couple, the man was taller than her and took off his cap as he walked in. He had broad shoulders and a tight t-shirt, sunglasses covered his eyes and he walked to the furthest corner booth, facing the door.

The woman, pretty with blonde hair, came up to the bar "4 shots of whiskey and 2 pints of Guinness." and handed her a bill "keep the change"

Y/N nodded "Thank you. I'm Y/N if you need anything else."

Y/N knew who they were even with their attempted disguises but she certainly wasn't going to help any crooked government catch some of the Avengers so kept her mouth shut.

The next night the captain returned with another man who was black and had an easy smile, obviously the Falcon. He came up to the bar to order their drinks and flirted a little with her.

This kept up for a few weeks. Always the Captain but he had a few companions that seemed to be on a rotation, Falcon, the Scarlet Witch and a tall slender blonde man that Y/N couldn't place. Black Widow hadn't returned since the first night.

One night the Captain finally took off his sunglasses and smiled at her which made her knees weak and stomach flip, he was beautiful. Every night after that he graced her with that smile. She wanted so badly to talk to him, outside of drink orders and thanks, but didn't want to intrude.

Then she saw something on the news about them being sighted outside of Dublin and they stopped coming in. She hoped they could avoid the authorities. When the pub was slow she daydreamed about the Captain coming back to sweep her off her feet in some grand romantic gesture and she would go on the run with him.

She laughed at herself for her childish fantasies but figured they weren't hurting anyone. It wasn't like she had men, or women, knocking down the door to her apartment above the pub.

A couple of months passed uneventfully and life stayed predictable. Until the Captain came back in by himself. She felt her heart speed up, butterflies swarming her stomach and a tingle in her core.

She smiled at him "Evening. Would you like your usual or are you feeling adventurous?"

He looked at her, right into her soul and smiled, making her feel faint. "I'll take a pint and..." He paused awkwardly and she waited patiently "and, your, uh your number?"

Y/N laughed and the Captain felt his heart clench, he hadn't seen anyone like her since...

"Are you sure? You don't seem like-"

He interrupted her, almost shouting "NO!" Realizing how loud he was he spoke softly, giving her a chill, when he said "I mean yes, definitely yes" and looked at her hopefully.

"How could any girl refuse a request like that?" and took his offered phone to put her number in, naming herself 'Barmaid'.

His grin grew until he realized something "You don't have an Irish accent. Where are you from?"

She laughed lightly "It's called an Irish brogue and I keep hoping it'll rub off on me but no such luck. It's been almost 2 years and some of my regulars tease that even an Irish brogue can't overpower a New Yawk accent."

"New York? Whereabouts? Brooklyn here."

She smiled knowingly at him "I already knew that, learned about you in school. I wrote a term paper about your friend Bucky Barnes."

Steve blushed and chuckled "When did you realize who I was?"

"The first time you came in with Natasha Romanoff, you were pretty easy to recognize. Don't worry, I won't sell you out. I've always been on your side."

Steve looked at her seriously "Not always on my side if you wrote a report about Bucky." He teased.

"I seem to recall you always being on the same side. I noticed you never bring him in, is he ok?"

Steve nodded, touched by her warmth and concern "Yeah, he's uh somewhere safe, getting help to get rid of the Hydra programming."

She smiled "I'm glad he's being cared for. What about you? Are you taking care of yourself?"

He sighed "Not many opportunities for that on the road. I'm more concerned about my friends, if we were caught....."

He left off and looked at his hands, not wanting to contemplate that possibility.

Y/N reached out to touch his cheek gently, smiling when he leaned into her hand, and pulled his face up to look at her. "You'll be in just as much trouble as they will." She cupped his other cheek "You need to take care of yourself too."

Steve closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying her soft touch. Feeling sparks where her skin touched his, a stirring in his groin making a small moan slip out. When he realized it, his eyes snapped open and looked into hers.

His eyes darted around the room, confirming that no one else was in the bar before he leaned forward until his lips brushed hers, his eyes fluttering closed.

Y/N could feel her heart racing, was Captain America really kissing her in a pub in Ireland? She moved her hand from his face to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

He smiled into the kiss and teased her lips with his tongue which she accepted and the kiss intensified until they were both out of breath.

Steve pulled back, smiling "I've been wanting to do that since the first night I came in."

She tskd him "And we've been wasting all this time? For shame Captain."

He leaned in to kiss her again before she put a finger on his lips. "I'm actually still on the clock but closing in an hour. If you want to hang out until I'm done, we can get some food and eat at my place." She asked holding her breath. She hadn't taken many men home since she stopped here but how could she not.

His grin grew and he blushed bright red as he nodded "Yes, absolutely."

They spent that night talking, getting to know each other in between making out and discovering each other's bodies.

The next few weeks they spent as much time together as possible, both dreading the time when he would have to move on.

One night a month after they first kissed, Steve came later than usual and she could tell he had something on his mind.

After she gave him his drink he grabbed her hand and looked at her sadly. She knew before he said anything. "You have to go, don't you?"

He tried to keep the tears in his eyes from falling and couldn't find the words so just nodded. After a few minutes he composed himself and spoke softly "I'm so sorry. I never meant. I can't find the words."

She nodded sympathetically and held his hand "I know Steve it's alright."

"No" he shook his head "It's not alright. None of this situation is alright but my time with you has been the only real peace I've had in, well ever really."

He pulled his hand away and stood suddenly "I'm sorry but I have to go. I'll try to come back soon."

She stood up and went up the stairs. When she came back she was on her phone. She finished her call and looked at Steve with a smile on her face, then grabbed his hand, a backpack in the other hand "So let's go."

Chapter 2

[missglaskin]

A crazy twist to the ask with reader's biological parents, imagine if reader was actually the princess (and future queen/empress) of another kingdom (I personally imagine an empire from the east cuz I'm asian, but it could be from anywhere really). Maybe the reader ran away or got lost and either kept it secret or got amnesia. Maybe she just didn't remember cuz she was young at the time. But I could picture the other royal family eventually finding them and trying to bring them back home, even willing to go to war with the whole of westeros to get their precious princess back (let's just say they are just as powerful and deadly with or without dragons). Everyone just forgets about the succession to the iron throne cuz some rival (also possibly yandere) royal family is trying to take us away from them 😤

As you said, the iron throne's succession would be forgotten, so the focus now is on battling those who will keep Y/N apart from them.

Now, try to picture the Targaryen army, the Velaryon fleet, and dragons fighting alongside alliances of the Hightower and other families (possibly the Starks) against another kingdom.

The reader's biological family will ultimately lose, despite the fact that the other kingdom may be just as powerful. In addition, there will be characters like Otto, Daemon, and Alicent with Larys who aren't afraid to play dirty.

By the time they're finished, the reader's biological family—with the reader as the sole survivor, of course—may have all been wiped out, and Vhagar is to thank for the burning of their entire kingdom.

[lostinforestbound]

I'M FREE TO COMMENT!!! My Cal, Rolan, and Zevlor Accidentally/Purposely Stopping Their Crush From Leaving request is so good! I'm flattered you found it fun 🤭 I love it especially Cal being nervous when he's aware he has a crush 🫦, how casual he is that he even would look for them when he's still unaware 😅, just how obvious it is that he's nervous with them 🤭, he wished he could be more confident to get it over with it 😤, he doesn't want to lose them because of his crush though 🥺, he naturally gravitates to them & strike a conversation with them...but ended up being distracted by their face 🥴, he couldn't help but stopped them with his tail when they're about to leave 🛑, they tripped because of it which he grabbed them but he tripped too 😅, he got up as he apologised profusely to them 😩, he was so embarrassed & thought they hate him now 😫, he was shocked when they laughed & thought it was at him 😔, they explained the situation is funny & he only needed to ask them to stay 😉, he gained the courage to ask them out 👍, how thrilled he is when they accepted (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠), he even promised to have his tail behave 😁, it happened with Rolan during a fight except it escalated 😔, he was a jerk to them despite his crush on them which sounds too accurate 😅, his crush whether it's Tav or not took him somewhere private so there won't be an audience 👍, they encouraged him silently to let out his anger without anyone else there except both of them 👍, his words can be quite hurtful that both of them are on the verge of tears 😢 (I appreciate this because I would have cried from his words despite knowing he's a good man who's just going through a lot 😭), he realised what he had said to them after he calmed down 😔, his tail wrapped around their ankle when they turned to leave 😢, he's unsure if it's because it had a mind of his own or he truly wanted them to stay 😔, he retracted his tail when they looked at him confusion ❓, he mumbled something incomprehensible & left them 😞, he didn't looked back but he felt guilty for yelling at them 😢, he thought he ruined any chances he had with them & won't be surprised if they despise him 😭, he wrapped his tail around their wrist to talk after his siblings are saved 🗣️, he gave a genuine apology for everything he had done to them 👍, he wants them to listen so his tail didn't let go of their wrist yet 👂, he only looked up because of the spade of his tail is being gently caressed by them with a smile 😊, that's when he has fallen even harder for them 💘, he planned on confessing to them after his apprenticeship has finished 🥹, Zevlor has a lot of control over his tail considering he's a soldier 🪖, any movement from his tail is with a purpose unless it's relaxed 😌, he knows how to hide his emotions from his soldier days 😶, he doesn't show it even to his crush 😶, a crush is the least of his worries as well as he's certain it's unrequited too 😔, he never thought his crush would even look at him after his betrayal yet they chose to speak to him 🥺, his crush just grew but he scolded himself for letting himself fall for them even harder after everything he had done 😞, he found his self-respect & purpose again during the final battle 🥹, he chose to seek them out to confess & move on 👍, he started the conversation by checking on their injuries 🤕, they were about to find a healing potion when they saw he's injured 👍, he stopped them by wrapping his tail around their waist 😳, he let go before confessing everything to them 🥺, he was surprised to know it's mutual (⁠゜⁠o⁠゜⁠; his tail thumped on the floor happily 🤭, he teased them with his tail whether it's to grab or block them 😁, and he loves hearing them laughing because of it 😄 Thank you so much for doing my request because I love it so much :) Sorry if you already have this because I'm too paranoid that Tumblr ate it 🤣

I'm glad you enjoyed it so much!!

[theophagie]

*the same afonana anon*

sorry for being annoying about this but let me ramble for a while >>

also the theme of smile with these two... like I swear to God...

the way he smiled while saying shit like " thank you for such wonderful comedy" .... and she smiled back at him in her last moments telling him while being choked by him that he's gonna lose to Toshi cuz he's more unhinged than him...

I think part of his weird fixation on her coming form the realization that she reminds him of his brother..

I hate when ppl claim that hes so fixated on her only to mess with Toshi.. like if that was the case he will settled with Hana instead, to fuck with Am's mentality... Afomight is great and all but women also deserves to be throwing at toxic yaoi for real 😤😤😤

anyway thank you for your galaxy brain takes and your awesome posts! I hope you're doing ok!

Never apologise for giving me the chance to read about afonana!!! I'm doing okay-ish, got some stuff going on but it is what it is. Tysm for your kind words, and I hope everything is going well for you too 🥹🥹

Afo's clearly not fixated on Nana only because of AM, the first he did when they met in the vestige world during the PLW was channel his inner divorced man who's still bitter about the separation lolll. The toxic yaoi with AM is real, but I think that a lot of people are hesitant to speculate or more closely look into afonana's dynamic as well because of the whole "protect women </3" bs, which is sad because like. They are characters, and you're locking yourself out of one of the best parties in town......... and also you're so right about Nana-Yoichi!!!!!! It's so fun to think about them sitting on their little chairs and going "So. We experienced Afo's love horrors huh" "First-hand, yeah. We sure did :l", and so on. The trauma bond besties

Tbh Afo only didn't go for Hana because she was "too old" already, but thinking about what might have happened if he had makes me feel like... sicko at the window meme.png. Hana looked so much like Nana, the only thing she missed was her mole, and there are like hundreds of horror stories with a similar premise out there. Tenko looks like her as well, but god. The ghost of Nana manifesting itself through Hana... haunting AM sure, but haunting Afo as well.........

The bit about smiling is one of my favorites because. Because.

Yes Afo was taunting AM, but that's also the same gesture as Nana's... as if he knew how she taught AM about that, as if he even knew why she did that or what she thought + before things got bad for him he was always smiling as well... as if he took her philosophy and twisted it to adapt it to his ways. Horikoshi putting a memory of her in the centre between them in their last battle is so 🥴😵‍💫

I never thought about it before, but it would be SO funny and in line with everything if way back when Afo did tell AM about him and Nana and exploited his shock to almost kill him. "You know it's something I would do", or whatever it was that he said when he told him about Tomura, so it would have been twice as easy to accept that as the truth, because Afo had done something similar already. Only the revelation about Nana would have made AM feel awful in a different way because it's not like Afo was with her to spite him, it was just something that had Happened between them!! That had been real!!!!

[cass-honest-opinion]

Day 1 of watching movies / series Charles Dance played in : Dracula Untold (2014)

Before we start : I am no expert in movies or cinematography. This is purely for fun :]

Also ⚠️ Spoiler Warning ⚠️ (ig)

About Charles Dance :

I'm going to be 100 % honest... The moment he started talking, I (s)creamed because OH MY GOD I love this man's voice 😭

But truth needs to be told... Why does he look so goofy pls I am literally on the floor

Well after this clear jumpscare I had to get another one with this tongue scene 💀 Listen I believe myself to be kinky but.... That was something 😭

But jokes aside, he plays a really badass character and I didn't expect him to have that much dialogue which was a pleasant surprise :]

And I got to see him in a suit which may happen often but I will still cherish every occasions I see it happen 😤

About the movie :

One thing that I clearly enjoyed are the clothes. I have no clue if they're historically accurate to the time of Vlad the Impaler but they didn't feel out of place and many gave me gender envy 👌

Some scenes were, imo, breathtaking in the sense that they were interesting to watch. The first major battle with how the sword reflected a part of the fight made me smile since it isn't something I've seen often, especially that well done.

Tho the final dual was more flashy than realistic, it was still fun to watch :D But I must say that there was no suspense on who was going to win.

Also Vlad's love for his child makes me so emotional T-T and the ending OMG

In the ending Charles Dance looks so sexy I can't believe it 😭😭😭 I'M SORRY BUT LOOK AT HIM 👁️👁️ HE IS BEAUTIFUL 😩

And the last line being a line said before during a dramatic moment is a classic way of ending a movie but still one that makes my brain go feral when well done.

Overall thoughts :

I mean the movie was apparently badly rated which surpised me because I genuinely enjoyed it and the visual effects / CGI were well done imo

I've seen people complain about the repetitive action and I can see why. I agree that the first major battle lasted a bit too long but it doesn't get boring for the viewer since the camera doesn't constantly follow Vlad and there are interesting ideas such as the sword mentionned before.

Will I forget about this movie 3 days later ? Yes. I mean I do that with all movies unless they really do something to my brain, which barely happens, even with great movies :]

Disclaimer :

I do no rate movies as as long there is one thing I enjoyed, it's directly a 10/10 for me so you guessed it, I would rate almost everything 10/10, therefore making the rating lose its value :(

[van-yangyin]

About me: Simblr edition

Thank you @tianshi88 for the tag ❣

• your three traits: Art Lover, Geek, Music Lover and the two extras Bookworm and Perfectionist

• your aspiration: Between Computer Whiz and Painter Extraordinaire

• in-game world you’d live in: Windenburg, Tartosa or Henford-on-Bangley

• favorite town(ies): If I choose the ones that are in the game shared by me and Lea, it would be the Lápida/Goth, las Caliente (Sims 2 version, makeover we make of them), Juan Tenorio/Don Lothario (sims 2 version, makeover we make of him), Eliza and Bob Pancakes, Morgyn Ember, Caleb and Lilith Vatore (Summer was chosen by our OC to live life with her, not us, we don't know her well enough to call her a favorite yet).

• most used pack(s): I don't know, I tend to use all of them at once

• favorite decor object (no cc):

• something you want in the game: Color wheel for a better way of choose our colors and matching colors in CAS and BB, independent texture maps per item as in Sims 3 to give us a better resolution of our sims and their accessories 😫 and unilateral love, all as base game free update 🥺 (I would ask for carbonara or goppy carbonara, but it already seems like a losing battle.) It would have been great too if in City Living, Get Together, Parenthood or Growing Together, they would've added skateboards (so many missed opportunities, that's why I've learn to made my own skateboards CC 😤 which is actually not a bad thing 😆), they put a decoration in Parenthood that I've already shown above as one of my favorites, they would have given a lot of different gameplay (especially if they would have added learning from the base and doing different tricks as you advance, plus being able to mentor when you have a higher level than the other sim), but considering the vague way they sometimes do things, I don't know if it's really positive or negative that they didn't add it (I liked the little detail that in Snowboard you could choose between regular and goofy). I want my silly skater boys Icaro and Ryuuya to skateboard through the game! (And I'm not going to lie, I also want Ryuuya to fall a few times on the ground). Although I think it's already a lost thing that at best they might add it in Project René (which currently doesn't interest me at all).

• what color is your plumbob rn: between yellow and orange

This time I tag @lea-heartscxiv who I know hasn't yet done so and will do it and I also tag anyone who wants to do it that see this, extra point to do it if you love chocolate. I don't tag anyone else because I don't know how many people have already done it and how many people would like to do it.

I have another game, tagged by @honeybeenrw that I want to do but I want to do it really well because Ryuuya deserves it! I always have the hardest time with OCs because they're my little ones. 🥺

[mournus]

6 (six) 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 .

Tagged by the darling @notfrsale

Tagging @anedendarkly @unavernales @escapedartgeek @unfinishedjulyrain @temporalobjects @seekesotsibteadmist @nihiladditaenihilperdidi @beyondedenton @you😤 (yes I'm tagging separately for all of you with individual characters hehe)

Leila

Venus Fly Trap - MARINA (I say this all the time BC it's true)

I should be motherfuckin' crazy / Nothing in this world could change me /... / Whatever you give life, you are gonna get back /Why be a wallflower when you can be a Venus fly trap? / Don't underestimate me / 'Cause one day you're gonna see you're in a losing battle / Babe, you'll never stop me being me

Nachim

New World - ATEEZ (When isnt it ATEEZ)

Now I feel, now I see, the new world is in front of me / This era is coming soon / Prepare for a new world /Looking forward to the moment when we come / On a great journey / Open your eyes and dive in / Popping the passion / Change the pages of history / Get up and don't hesitate / Take my hand, come on

Conor

Blue & Grey - BTS

Where is my angel? / The end of a tiring day / Someone come and save me, please / I just wanna be happier / Melt me, I'm cold / I've reached out my hand countless times / The echo is colorless / this ground feels so heavier / I am singing by myself / I just wanna be happier / Am I being too greedy? / ... / After secretly taking back words floating in the air I now fall asleep at dawn, good night

Kaho

Dear Agony - Breaking Benjamin

I have nothing left to give / I have found the perfect end / You were made to make it hurt / Disappear into the dirt / Carry me to heaven's arms / Light the way and let me go / Love pull me down / Hate lift me up / Just turn around / There's nothing left / Somewhere far beyond this world I feel nothing anymore

[rorotoru]

you’ve trapped me in coroika punkrock hell and now i need to know ur hcs/scenarios abt it

Losing my mind (positive),,,, Thank you so much for this ask. I hope you'll enjoy your time in PunkRock hell

I like that Clams and Rider have a lot in common but are opposites in ways as well. They’re both “tSuNdErE” edgelords But one is an (aggressively) good kid who would decline but thank you for your friendly offers and the other would curbstomp you if you get in his way (AKA he would actively push you away). Anger is both their main expression But one is very expressive in general while the other has a resting bitch face. They’re both goth But one is more specifically punk. They both visibly obsessively train on that RISE & GRIND💪😤‼️ routine But One mains a lightweight weapon covering the ground in ink while the other Murders with a heavy weapon. 

Sidenote: I like to defend heavy mains on my team as an Aerospray cuz they tend to get targeted often and can’t react quick enough to flankers. They can go on a Splatting spree while I cover the floor and stack up victory points. If I slapped these two idiots on this scenario this strat would be in-character for Clams since a big part of his team’s shtick is them having each other’s backs. I also like the “mutually protective” element there.

Neither of them seem to be the type to be very vocal about love. So a romantic relationship would be extremely awkward at first. Clim could give a smooch and Ride goes “bro that’s gay” and Clammy’s like “THAT’S THE POINT YOU IDIOT”. And then they don’t make eye contact for a week. Or Raider could literally just smile and Clambert faints and dies. They are very bad at this. But they will get better and open up more (when alone).

Hilariously enough I like to imagine that the relationship evolves the same way my feelings towards the pair did overtime. At first I thought nothing of it then I was all like “mmm edgy squids” as a joke but bro... I don’t think it’s a joke anymore. At first they’d see each other strictly as rivals. I can see mutual respect with Rider being ranked S+ which Clams would likely aspire to be. And Clams valuing teamwork and trust is something Rider needed a whole character arc to learn and likely still needs to improve. They would realize they have a lot in common they can agree on and bond over. And a Good rivalry would encourage them to work even harder and learn from each other. From there I guess it gets sus. But it’d take a while for them to admit how they feel to themselves, let alone to each other.

Which brings me to one issue... Neither of them would be the type to make advances. If any progress is made it’d likely be accidental. Maybe one of them gets caught listening to Splatoonified MCR and the other goes “Yo is that Splatoonified MCR” and both of them in their heads go “This mf is Not straight”. They’d require some scenario pushing them to open up and maybe non-verbally confess otherwise they’ll just keep it to themselves.

Sidenote: I also like PartyPunk (Aloha & Clams) so in my stupid little head Aloha would play a wingman-type role as someone who is much more comfortable with that kinda thing as opposed to the other two Cowards. But this is not about PartyPunkRock so that’s for another time.

Speaking of scenarios. I'm a sucker for the Tending to Wounds scenario. They can battle (for no reason) until Rider gets wounded and Clams abruptly cuts the battle like “OH NO I AM SO SORRY”. Rider goes “Naw I’m good come at me bro” and Clams is like “WTF NO?” Cut to Clamlet tending to Ridr’s wounds switching between apologizing repeatedly for causing the wound and scolding him for disregarding his own injuries. Meanwhile Riddlr is just sitting there slightly embarassed like “bruh I can do this myself”.

Another one I had in mind for a while but I don’t want to spoil too much cuz I wanted to make it a proper art post. But remember when Rider wore a sick knight costume. He’s not very knightly character-wise but it looked cool. Clams however would fit the role perfectly. What if they were both rocking the knight drip... That is all I will say.

I think that’s all for me. Thank you for reading my excessive neurodivergent infodumping. Below is an embarrassing doodle as a treat. I am very touched others like my unusual pairing :)

[purrincess-chat]

Hey Cat! Did you like the new episode?

Okay, I finally watched both Revolution and Representation, and I can say off the bat, Revolution was the stronger of the two.

Obligatory spoiler warning if you're not caught up on ML.

An issue ML has always had is pacing, and I feel like Representation was very info-dumpy at times. Honestly some of that info should have been told in earlier seasons rather than all at once like that, plus it was a weird choice to go with the whole theater performance for that exposition imo, but eh.

Revolution was really good though in my opinion. I like how this season has been all about time or the lack there of. Gabriel is running out of time so he is taking bigger and bolder actions because he's getting desperate to accomplish his goal. On the other hand, Adrien and Marinette have been taking their relationship slow because they thought they had more time, but Gabriel's fuck up is becoming their problem too. There are a lot of moving parts this season for better and worse.

I loved seeing Adrien trying to communicate with Marinette but as always his father was in the way (indirectly this time through Chloe but still). I loved their kiss scene. You could say I'm a fan of big dramatic gut punching kisses like that as I've written one myself for them before. I love that Nathalie and Gorilla ship Adrinette (Gorilla tearing up after pulling them apart in the end that's adriens real dad yall!). Adrien trying to open the car door hurt my heart so much.

Then the whole Ladybug and Chat Noir growing up part. 💘 That was a top knuckle touch moment. I kind of wish it had come during a bigger battle like a season finale or some such, but it was still a touching moment with the citizens of Paris rising up to fight for them.

I also loved Marinette throwing Chloe's shit right back at her in the end. I know Chloe is young and deserves more redemption than Gabriel fucking lock my son in a padded cell because he won't break up with his girlfriend and I'm an adult psychopath Agreste, but at the same time, it's vindicating to see her lose everything. I've always thought that in order for Chloe to change she needed real consequences to her actions, and while I'm not holding my breath for a Chloe redemption, this is definitely going to do something to her for better or worse.

Representation was the weaker of the two imo. It just felt very disjointed and anticlimactic. I know it's setting up the finale, but it was kind of boring imo. The best part was Chat Noir fighting Gabriel and screaming his feelings at him. It's rare that Adrien gets to cutloose and speak his mind, especially to his father, so I did enjoy him telling his dad to get fucked. And how even when his whole world is falling apart, he still left his lady a cute voice-mail.

I am so OOOOOOO at the almost reveal. We could've had it alllllllllll. If he had stayed for 2 more seconds!! They were right there!! I hate them so much! I love them, but AHHHHH 😤

I did also like that Nino wore Marinette's crown the whole episode 😂 It wasn't much but it made me laugh.

Idk how I feel about Kagami and Felix knowing Marinette's identity, but I'm guessing since the finale is next and this is the end of the Agreste arc it likely won't matter much.

Idk. Overall, this season has been better than other ones as far as getting things moving and actually delving into the plot, which is interesting, but at the same time, I think they rushed a lot of things the past couple seasons. Again, pacing is a huge issue with this show, and I think if they just adjusted the sequence of events and spread some of the plot out more it would be a great show. I would have loved for Felix to be fleshed out more prior to Feligami happening. Senti theory should have been confirmed in s3, and we should have gotten that backstory back then. Or at least sprinkled throughout s4.

Curious for the finale. I'll be ranking the s5 episodes as well as adding them to my overall episode ranking after the finale airs and giving my final thoughts about the show as a whole up to this point. After that, I think I'm gonna take a bit of a break from ML. I'm going to visit my sister in a few weeks to see Taylor Swift (!!!) So, maybe I'll be back in August. I do also have a Zelink fic swirling around in my brain, so I might dive into that too. Idk I haven't written in like 6-7 months. I've been slow roasting some ideas though. I'm not completely abandoning ML, I promise! I will definitely stick around through at least mid s6 as far as keeping up with episodes, then depending on how s6 is going with the new writers will determine if I stay longer term. If I did drop off from watching canon tho, I'd likely still write fic for a while. I do love the kiddos and have lots of ideas left for them. You're not all rid of me yet.

Anyway, see you on the other side of the finale, lads. Godspeed.

[crowning-art]

TGCF SPOILERS

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Even though I read more than usual, I surprisingly don't have much to say cuz it's mainly fight scenes rn lol

I THOUGT PEI MING DIED FOR REALS IN HIS PALACE DHDJFJFJJFJ and I was like kinda sad....for 0.0004739 second only tho lol

YALL I DIDNT NEED THIS, PLZ I SWEAR GUZI DESERVES THE WORLD 😭

However, Guzi hopped down and opened his arms, blocking in front of Qi Rong, yelling at Lang Qianqiu.

"DON'T…DON'T KILL MY DAD!"

I mean the image of Qi Ying walking with Yin Yu's dead body is just wow but also HE IS DEAD!?!?! IS THIS A JOKE???? PLZ I WAS HOPING IT WUD ONLY BE SHI WUDU

Quan Yizhen was carrying Yin Yu's dead body on his back, standing in the middle of the street with his face covered in soot; when he saw Jun Wu, raging fires burnt in his eyes too.

GOUSHI FOR THE WIN!!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!! everything he does, the fighting plans, defending Xie Lian, I love him so much

"He's gone stupid again! I just knew it, this guy just loves going stupid!!! It's been hundreds of years, and it's always been like…who kicked me?!"

"Me," Guoshi said. "Say one more word and I'll push you off directly."

MXTX'S NOTE HERE WAS GOLDEN LOL

Black Water does indeed owe Hua Cheng a huge debt; a very poor Supreme. He's severely dragged down the income average of the entire Supreme rank (although there's only three), but it's not all owed from eating too much

WE GOT A TRANSFORMERS BATTLE FOR REAL I CANT RN

Ya me too, Xie Lian lmao

He was already prepared to perform a service for Pei Ming!

Nvm still hate him

Pei Ming wielded a sword in one hand, and the other was smoothing his locks back; his hair perfect, his charm unruffled. "Not quite alright, but mostly alright."

OH MY GOD JUN WU U MONSTER MY BABY IS BURNING ALIVE ARE U INSANE?!?!? OH MY GOD I SWEAR I WAS LOSING MY MIND WHEN GUZI GOT CAUGHT IN THE FIRE

OH MY

GODOHMYGODOHMYGOSOHMYGOD

Just then, "Hua Cheng" flung out his right hand, and tossed something at him. Without thinking, Shi Qingxuan raised his hand to catch, but when he saw what it was he caught, his entire face blanched.

That object was the Wind Master fan

Yoooo these r some solid words from a loser for reals thooo

I'm a steel-hearted man. Rather than love me, why don't you go love yourself."

Ok hold up

Now that they thought back, when Jun Wu had shot out that trail of fire, Qi Rong had protected Guzi, which was why this child didn't burn to death.

Nope. No. Nooooo. Nope. Haha nope. Qi Rong dead?? Nope. No way. I don't know how to read anymore thanks. Nope. Guzi was totally not crying about how good of a father Qi Rong was when his own father wasn't even that good to him. Nope. No. I will not hear any more on this matter. No.

I find it interesting how Hua Cheng vaguely respects like one dude and its Goushi, but like they are both fiercely protective and ACC caring for Xie lian unlike some ppl (cough Jun wu cough cough). I think in some weird way, they would get along really well lol

Yoooooo what is the deal with Mu Qing and Feng Xin??? Ok Feng Xin I get cuz he was looking for Jian Lan but Mu Qing?? And now he's acting weird??? I'm so suspicious of him rn

He better not be a clone or like Jun Wu just shape shifting into him or smt 😤

Also Jun Wu is CRAZYYYYY LIKE CRAZY CRAZZYYYYY UNHINGEDDD it's kinda cool ngl I do like my villains to be insanely unhinged and overpowered

[heymacy]

my headcanon is that you're actually a cute fuzzy otter sitting there rubbing your little paws and monching on ice. twitching your lil whiskers around when you get a good idea for your fics. i bet you and your wife float around holding paws too. you can't fool me macy 😤

juju my sweetface, you got me. i am actually an otter monching on lil heart-shaped ice cubes. when i say i'm rubbing my grubby little crab hands together, i'm actually rubbing my fuzzy little paws together and thinking up Schemes. fool julissa? our magical, talented, perceptive, beautiful julissa? never. impossible. a losing battle from the jump, tbh.

also, and it's very important to me that you know this, my wife's name in my phone is "significant otter 🦦" bc i am Insufferable™️

[messrmoonyy]

Not gonna lie, your lawyer looks v professional and like she'd tear me apart...

So on this occasion, I'll let it slide - but ONLY if you promise to provide us with more Tess smut??? (Pref without the tears too this time 😤)

And yayyy, my own tag 🥰🥰🥰 I guess you could say I'm as a pig in shit 😏 - 🥓

She’s never lost a case you’d truly be fighting a losing battle if you went against her so. Yk. Good choice.

I promise you I have so much smut. Just. So. So. Much. You name an idea. Or a kink. I can guarantee you I’m writing that shit 😭💀 smut is on the way and the only tears are gonna be cause Tess is fuckin you so hard you can’t see, is that acceptable? Yes? Alright

[storytimewithnova]

Torn Apart in the Nexus

Kenma and his friends including his wife who are a group of Twitch streamers were going to Live Stream overwatch as they were going live Kenma and shona where arguing

Kenma:🎶This is the worst team I have ever played with in my life When we finally get on the point, everyone dies🎶

Shona: This is the team we always play with our house mate WTF are you bitching about

Akaashi: hey cloud how long have they been like this

Suna: roughly an hour hour and a half at best Atlas

Kenma:🎶I understand that every now and then a team won't click When it comes to you, I don't think I can sympathize🎶

Shona: Me me really you really want to go there you fucker

If they keep going at this rate this will be our stream and Kodzken will be ending up on the couch

Kenma:🎶You should've picked Mercy You should've picked any kind of support We ended up losing, and it's all your fault You should learn how this game works You should've been helping🎶

Shona:🗣If you like Mercy so much, why don't you just marry her? Instead of me

Suna: Oh crap she is done with his BS right there

Akaashi: No kidding babe what is the chat saying

Suna: oh they asked if we are going to play to which i anwser we will When these two stop bickering like a married couple

shona: we are married

Akaashi: you're engaged not married yet there is a difference

Shona:🎶So you're the type that gets on mic and tries to lecture me When you're the most useless person we have on our team I've never seen anybody rage quite as hard as you Maybe you should go back to playing Team Fortress 2🎶

Kenma: Hey leave that game out of it that game still slaps 😤 now just pick Mercy so we can play

Shona:Ha 🎶I'm not gonna be Mercy I'm not gonna be any kind of support We ended up losing, and you got all mad Your tears are what I live for🎶

Suna: OMFG Pick something and play the god damn game Because we're losing viewers because of your stupidity and childishness

Akaashi: this is killing me to watch

Kenma: 🎶You should've been Mercy🎶

Shona:🎶 I'm not gonna be any kind of support🎶

Kenma: 🎶We ended up losing, and it's all your fault🎶

Shona: 🎶Your tears are what I live for🎶

Akasuna: PICK A CHARACTER!!!

Kenma:🗣Maybe I'll be Tracer

Shona 🗣I'm already Tracer

Kenma: 🗣What about Widowmaker?

Shona: 🗣I'm already Widowmaker

Kenma : 🗣I'll be Bastion

Shona: 🗣Nerf Bastion

Kenma:🗣You're right, so, Winston

Shona:🗣I wanna be Winston

Kenma:🗣 I guess I'll be Genji

Shona:🗣 I'm already Genji

Kenma: 🗣Then I'll be McCree

Shona: 🗣I already chose McCree

Kenma: 🗣I have an idea

Shona: 🗣What's your idea?

Kenma: 🗣You should be

Shona: 🗣I'm not gonna be Mercy

Akasshi: Omg i apologies to our viewers we are use to this by now they would just pick one and settle it on the battle feild

Kenma: 🎶You should've picked Mercy🎶

Shona:🎶I'm not gonna be any kind of support🎶

Kenma:🎶We ended up losing, and it's all your fault🎶

Shona:🎶Your tears are what I live for I'm not gonna be Mercy🎶

Kenma: 🎶You should've picked any kind of support🎶

Shona:🎶We ended up losing and you got all mad🎶

Kenma:🎶You should learn how this game works🎶

Shona: fine fuck it i'll be D'va

Suna: after that display that character suits ya you 2 have been going at this for 2 and half hours and got absolutely no well this was some stream

Shona states live on stream she was going to dump kenma and join cloud and Atlas relationship she so stated she is not one of his sims he look after and maintains she is a living being and was meant be his now she having doubts giving kenma something to think a out

Shona storms out clearly not happy with the situation while the viewers are sending mean comments in the chat about Kenma's behaviour

Suna: Holy shit dude thia stream is a mess right Babe

Keiji agreed with his boyfriend

Keiji: right It's clear that she was not happy with Kenma's actions during the stream. And look at our viewers Love they just continue to express their disappointment

Suna: Honestly can you blame them

Suna turned to Kenma, shocked by the magnitude of the situation.

Suna: And you Kenma i think you blew the whole damn thing out of Proportion It's just a damn game not an excuse fpr you to turn on your fiancé this stream was a mess Akaashi: I am worried about Shona's well-being.

After Akaashi said he also took charge and apologized to the viewers for the chaotic stream. He reassured them that they would end the livestream and make an effort to help Kenma and Shona patch things up. With that, the stream ended and Akaashi and Suna hoped they could mend the broken relationship between their friends before it was too late.

When they finally returned to streaming, after taking a break from it and from each other Kenma and Shona made a joint statement to their viewers, apologizing for their conduct and assuring everyone that they were working on becoming better partners and teammates. The viewers, impressed by their honesty and commitment to personal growth, showed their support and gave them another chance.

Through the challenges they faced during that problematic stream, Kenma and Shona learned valuable lessons about the importance of communication, respect, and compromise in both gaming and relationships. From that point forward, they became an even stronger team, not only as Twitch streamers but also as partners in life.

[fernweh-s]

Seriously I remember when sense8 got canceled and everyone bullied them to finish the storyline cuz they left it off on the worlds biggest cliffhanger. They need to do that more often and I’ve never seen midnight Club how was it?

Omfg that sounds like such a struggle. Though Goldy would be such a cute nickname Lmaoo jk jk 😂

Dam not even worth it?!? Sheesh that’s saying something I’ll watch the first two episodes n see how bad it is. I’m scurrd doe my brain may imploded by how bad it is 😅

Terry is my fav to take over the Batman mantle. Everyone else is blah especially Tim

God I hated when tim took over

Fr the tie in aspect was the appeal like you take that away n what ya think was gonna happen smh 🤦🏽‍♂️

Yes, from ya pinned lol. Pleasure to have your acquaintance Mel.

Lmaooo the Sense8 movie to wrap everything up was SUCH a rare blessing bc Netflix is notorious for cancelling shows out of the blue and then just leaving us hanging (santa clarita diet movie WHEN???????? 😭😭😭 I'm still sO mad it got cancelled on a cliffhanger)

Lmaooo

It's possible I might just be a little bitter at the Batwoman show for making Kate and Beth not be identical twins, which (to my immense annoyance) seems to be something that has bled over into the comics bc of the show and I hate it!!! 😤😤 Literally a very core part of Kate's character (and of her survivors guilt) was that she was an identical twin! It made her surviving while (her and her dad thought that) Beth died so bittersweet. Jacob looked at Kate and saw Beth. Kate looked at herself and saw her sister staring back at her—that all gets lost when they're turned into fraternal twins. Their story just doesn't hit the same. The characters were created to be identical twins; and they lose something very fundamental to their characters when that is taken away.

Lmaooo I love Tim as a character but yeah not as Batman. I also don't like Dick taking up the mantle either, tbh. And while I don't HATE the idea of Damian for it, I don't think that he SHOULD. Terry is definitely one of my preferred choices, but honestly my favorite is actually Jason (not battle for the cowl, Jason though. We do NOT talk about that lmfaoo. That writing did my boy sO dirty), I think in a well written story, out of all Bruce's kids/proteges, Jason would actually make for the best Batman (but also, I am 1000% a Jason Todd stans so, I have some bias...)

Lmao exactly!! It was way more interesting as a tie-in, than like, trying to be it's own separate thing.