#It's too funny to me... Like I know it's supposed to be sad and dramatic

[xiao-chuhe]

I know this is supposed to be serious and dramatic but did Gao Chong really just end his own life by running headfirst into a pillar

[lizkreates]

Reflection ~A Trigun fan comic~ (Comic Script in the Keep Reading)

Context note: This takes place just after the events of TriMax Vol 10 on Brad’s ship going to December. I’m giving them more time on the trip because Livio grew a full-ass beard between pickup and drop-off (prob because of his healing factor, who knows.) Enjoy!

Vash's coffee is a reference to my first comic Black Coffee & Donuts!

Comic Script for Reflection: A Trigun Fan Comic

PAGE 1

Panel 1: Vash, with his hair down and dressed in his black undersuit, wakes up startled in a cold sweat. He clearly slept poorly bags under his eyes. It’s only been a day or two since he laid Wolfwood to rest.

Panel 2: A full body shot of him stepping out of the bed, his Colt weight down his hip, face obscured.

Panel 3: He leans over the counter in front of a mirror, shoulders hunched, head hanging.

Panel 4: He looks up, hand covering the remaining blonde of his hair so it appears full black. Large pale portraits of Rem and Wolfwood flank Vash on each side in the background.

Vash: Rem, Wolfwood, you both sacrificed everything. Funny isn’t it that I’m beginning to look more like you?

PAGE 2

Panel 1: Vash flashes back to a moment when he and Wolfwood walked side by side in the arid desert of No Man’s Land.

Vash: Wolfwood, you were there every day by my side, now I'm alone again. 

Panel 2: Another flashback to a moment Vash and Wolfwood sat on the edge of a rooftop and looked out over the cityscape to the stars pricking the sky.

Vash: There was so much unsaid between us.

Panel 3: A fresh flashback to the couch, where Vash held Wolfwood's hand in his final moments.

Vash: I wish I had known how to tell you that I loved you before it was too late.

Panel 4: A dramatic crop of half of Vash’s lower face, tears streaming down his cheeks as he cries out.

PAGE 3

Panel 1: Livio, a tall, tan, broad-shoulder, white-haired man with a tribal tattoo over his left eye, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, bursts through the bedroom door concerned.

Livio: Mr. Vash, I heard crying, are you okay?!

Panel 2: Vash looks over, a little comically rattled and surprised

Vash: Livio?

Panel 3: Close-up of Vash’s lower face smiling, a tear rolling down his face.

Vash: I’m alright.

Panel 4: A blank Panel, filled with still air

Vash: Actually.

Panel 5: Big Panel, Vash crying into the crook of his arm.

Vash: I'm not... I miss him. I can’t stop missing him.

PAGE 4

Panel 1: Vash rubs the tears from his eyes, Livio grabs his arm shamefully, his body language clearly showing regret and discomfort.

Livio: I’ll uh, leave you to it, and see myself out.

Vash: It’s okay, I just didn’t want anyone to see me like this.

Panel 2: Close-up of Livio looking down.

Livio: It’s better to let yer feelin’s out than to hide ‘em and let ‘em fester, I should know.

Panel 3: Livio turns to the side and a sad snot stream runs down his nose he was trying to keep in. Livio is very much struggling allowing himself to miss Wolfwood. He doesn’t feel like, he should even though he desperately does.

Sounds effects: sniff

Vash: Now who’s keeping in their feelings? Let it out! He was your friend too, wasn’t he? You deserve to cry too.

Panel 4: Livio smiles sheepishly. He wants to make Wolfwood proud of him first.

Livio: Yeah, I suppose he was, all this time. But I don’t think I’ve earned that right yet.

Panel 5: Livio’s stomach growls LOUDLY. Draw in a chibi style, breaking the tension.

Sound effects: grumble

Panel 6: Drawn in chibi style, Vash waves around his noddle arms and Livio’s mood brightens, grinning with excitement.

Vash: Oh, are you hungry?

Livio: Hell yeah, I am!

Vash: What would you like?

Livio: Uh, pancakes!

Vash: Alright, pancakes it is!

PAGE 5

Panel 1: They sit down and eat at a retro 50s-style diner booth in a small nook of the ship. Livio swirls the last of his pancake in syrup on the plate. Vash cradles a black coffee with both hands looking at Livio.

Vash: Hey, Livio, what do you want to do when this is all over?

Livio: Dunno, maybe wander around for a while or return to the orphanage to help make up for what I and the other guy did.

Panel 2: Livio hangs his head, eyebrows worried.

Livio: If I can be honest with ya, I'm scared to face them.

Panel 3: Zoomed out drawn in chibi style to break the tension. Livio shivers.

Vash: Is that scarier than Elendira?

Sound effects: shivers

Panel 4: They laugh.

Livio: Well, when ya put it like, hell no!

Vash: Haha!

Panel 5: Extreme close-up of Livio’s eyes softening as he remembers back to his time at the orphanage.

Livio: I think he’d like that. They were my first real family.

Panel 6: Vash is hit with a sudden realization, Livio has no one right now. In a misty background, he remembers when Razlo cried out after Wolfwood did in Master Chapel.

Vash (internal): Wolfwood, you left Livio in my care... so we wouldn’t be alone.

Razlo (background): ...I’m all alone again!

PAGE 6

Panel 1: Close-up of Vash with the sincerest smile.

Vash: I hope you know you’re not alone. You have me now.

Panel 2: Livio’s face contorts sorrowfully.

Livio/Razlo (internal): I don’t deserve this.

Livio: Mr. Vash I --

Vash: Wait, before you say anything...

Panel 3: Zoom out so we can see both of them and the table. Vash extends his leg as he digs deep into his pants pocket. Livio leans on the table watching him.

Vash: I know that we don’t know each other well yet, but he trusted you with me and I trusted him, wholly and completely, so…

Panel 4: Extreme close-up, Vash pulls out 2 black leather wristbands with silver latches.

PAGE 7

Panel 1: Vash offers Livio a wristband while holding one for himself in the same hand.

Vash: Here. One for you, one for me. I used a strap from his cross to make it, so part of him will always be with us.

Panel 2: Livio puts the wristband on his left hand.

Livio: Thank you.

Panel 3: Extreme close-up of Livio’s non-tattooed eye, tears pricking his lashes.

Livio: I hope one day I can repay yer kindness.

Panel 4: They fist bump wristbands in view.

Vash: Welcome to the family, Livio.

PAGE 8

Panel 1: A large portrait of Wolfwood with his sunglasses and back turned, fills the background, smiling as he holds his cigarette in his hand.

Livio: Hey, Mr. Vash?

Vash: Mm?

Livio: Would you mind tellin’ me a lil more about him… Wolfwood? Ya see, we were close at the orphanage as kids, but I don’t know who he became. I’ll understand if you don’t want to, you owe me absolutely nothin’.

Panel 2: A close-up of Vash’s coffee, Wolfwood’s staple morning drink, Vash’s reflection smiles back, tears in his eyes.

Vash: I’d love to.

PAGE 9

Panel 1: Bonus! Sometime later.  Drawn in chibi style.

Livio: Can I hug ya?

Vash: Sure, buddy!

Panel 2: They hug, Vash smiles, and Livio whimpers as he lets out the waterworks. He’s thankful for Vash’s kindness.

Panel 3: This sets Vash off, who also sobs. They cry in each other’s arms.

[skylarsblue]

✦Even. More. Incorrect C.o.D Quotes.✦

Y/N, pinning Soap’s arms with their thighs in sparring: Haha! Eat shit, Scotsman! Soap, struggling: FUCKIN’ ‘ELL, The hell is in your thighs?! Y/N: Pure spite and protein, bitch! --

Someone: Hey Johnny. Y/N: Oh, no, only Ghost can- Soap: Oi! Only Y/N & Ghost can pull that off, it’s Soap to you. Y/N: Yeah he- wait me too? *gaaassp* Ohhh is this what favoritism feels like?! Soap: Pfft, maybe! Y/N: I enjoy it a lot! <3

-- American!Y/N: Fuckin’ git, he’s off his rocker, that one. The entire team: … American!Y/N: *dramatically smacks their hand over their mouth* Gaz: *laughing* Was that genuine?! Y/N: AH, I’ve been conditioned! I’ve been colonized! Soap: COLONI-*WHEEZE*

-- Fem Fatal!Y/N: What th- what is this, a spy movie? You want me to infiltrate by being some eye candy?! Laswell: It’s the best option we have. Ghost: I disagree with this. Soap: Me too! This feels real nasty, I think. Fem Fatal!Y/N: *sigh* Fine, I’ll do it. God gave me these tits for a reason, might as well use’em for somethin’. Gaz: PFF-no no, don’t be funny, this is a bad situation.

-- Graves: No! You can’t, cause if you take it- …you’ll be hurting my feelings :((( Ghost: You know, I was thinking about that. And, the thing is…I really don’t care.

-- (In a ride back to base; just makin’ conversation)

Gaz: Do you find boys attractive? Or girls. That’s one what to check, if you’re not sure. Y/N: *chuckles* You think I’m not sure? Y/N: Everyone’s attractive to be honest, even if it’s just something small. Like, some people have really gorgeous hands. Y/N: I don’t know…I’m a little bit in love with everyone I meet. But I think that’s normal. Gaz: …hm, suppose that’s a fair answer…

-- Soap, laughing: You watch it or might just start fallin’ for ya, L.T! Ghost: …would you like to? Soap: Eh-…huh? Simon: Would you like to? Fall in love with me, I mean… Soap: ….well I-…well, yeah. I wouldn’t mind…if you’d let me. Simon: …I’d let you. Soap: Well then, guess that’s it then. Woo me, Si. Simon: I’ll do my best.

-- Someone: I don't need advice from a team of virgin losers. Y/N: VIRGIN LOSERS?! *grabs Price’s shoulder and motions to him aggressively* You gonna tell me you think this man doesn’t fuck for a living?! HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?! Gaz & Soap: *for the millionth time trying not to laugh* Price: *he’s not encouraging it but he does look kinda smug*

-- Gaz, on TikTok: Everyone’s always like “Kyle how’d you bag a baddie, how’d you bag that baddie bruh-“ I didn’t bag shit. Y/N picked me up from my neck, threw me over their shoulder and I’ve been on it ever since. (Zooms out to show that he is in fact, on their shoulder) Gaz: And I ain’t got no plans on getting off anytime soon-

(This also works with Soap & Ghost)

-- Y/N: Why’s it always you got mommy issues or you got daddy issues? Me personally? Both my parents got me messed up, the side I pick? Is mine. I ain’t Hannah Montana- Y/N: 🎶but I got the best of both worlds!~🎵 Ghost: *he’s laughing on the inside, I swear*

-- Ghost, on the verge of dissociating: Why be sad…when you can just be ✨g o n e✨ Soap: Si, no-

-- Graves: Punch me. In the face. Didn’t you hear me? Y/N: I always hear “punch me in the face” when you speak, but it’s usually subtext. Graves: *huff* Well I- *gets punched so hard he falls over* Y/N: ….that felt good. Ghost: I’m so proud- Price: Stop encouraging them.

-- Soap, bursting into the briefing room: Y/N got into a fight! (Insert running scene) Price: Soldier, what hap- Ghost, sliding up in front of them: Did you win? Y/N: Of course I won. Ghost: Nice. Price: STOP ENCOURAGING VIOLENCE-

-- Y/N, in a vent above a room: Soap, it’s me, the devil! Soap: *wheeze* Gaz: *trying so hard not to laugh* Y/N: I’m here to convince you to do SIN. Come with me. Steal candy from babies and from small businesses! Soap: *WHEEZE*

-- Y/N, passing by: *does that super flirty “up & down” look* Hey König…~ König: Hallo, guten morgen. Y/N: *smiles and keeps going* König, as soon as they’re gone: *deep breath* Ohmeingottohmeingott *tiny scream*

-- Ghost after being asked about his feelings on Soap: *heavy breathing* ……..nextquestion-

-- Gaz, a menace on TikTok: Batches be on the lookout for Captain Save-A-Hoe, cause he savin’ hoes. Price, minding his business: ? Y/N, dramatically “swooning” in the background: I WANNA BE SAAAAAVED *falls* Price, unaware he’s having a thirst trap made for him: ?????

-- (I think bullying Graves is funny)

Graves: Let me tell you how this is gonna work- Y/N: You ain’t gonna tell me shit. Graves: Listen!- Y/N: Suck my dick. Graves: Listen to me!- Y/N: Suck my dick. Graves: Shut up, listen to me! Y/N: Suck my dick, you fuck man. Graves: Listen!! Y/N: Suck my dick. Graves: You will be here and listen to my ord- Y/N: You’ll be here sucking my dick. Graves: Listen to me, now! Y/N: Go fuck yourself.

-- Y/N: I would rather lead my team into a pit of fire, than have them wield guns for your ignorant usurper cunt of a general. Price: *mans is so proud it’s showing in his chops*

-- Simon: Your eyes are like sapphires…jeez…ahem, that’s pretty corny though, huh? Soap, swooning: No, not at all. Anyone would like it…aha… Simon: …uh…is this- Soap: Working? Oh yeah, thoroughly wooed, sir. Simon: Good, good.

-- Price: Please tell me you didn’t drag the boys into this. Y/N: I didn’t drag Soap & Gaz into this! *insert banging on door* Price: Who is that? Y/N: I think you know.

-- Soap: I wouldn’t wish that ‘pon my worst enemy. Unless, of course, we’re talkin’ ‘bout my enemy Philip Graves. Soap: Fuck you, Phillip(/neg), you know what you did.

-- Gaz: So you have feelings for this person. Just rip the bandaid off. Y/N, with daddy issues: It’s Price. Gaz: *inhales through his teeth* Put the bandaid back on.

-- Y/N: …Ghost? You’re into Ghost? Soap: Mhm…thoughts? Y/N: And prayers, Johnny. And prayers.

-- Gaz: Are you straight? Y/N: *chokes on drink* Don’t ever fucking insult me like that ever again.

-- (Some type of escort mission or somethin’)

Price: This woman wouldn’t know how to fix a broken fingernail. Fem!Y/N: Honestly, you lot have to be the most boorish, crude, pig-headed men I’ve ever met. Price: Hey, I’ve seen the high-bred boys you’ve hung out with, princess. I’m the only man you’ve ever met.

(Insert overly intense sexual tension here)

-- König: How does that even make any- *knife sound* König: *looks down at the knife in his thigh* Did you just- *takes knife out* Did you just stab me? What is your problem?!

-- (I’m only using Alejandro cause the dude in the audio had a slight Spanish accent, mans is definitely a feminist)

Alejandro: It’s not natural for girls to fight. Fem!Y/N: Now it’s not natural for a man to be as stupid as he is tall, but mm. Here you stand! Alejandro, in love: …

[bigfatbimbo]

silly low effort Sir Pentious x reader headcanons —

I don’t write much for him but I know that you Sir Pentious fans are malnourished and starving so eat the fuck up. Also he’s a silly guy so he fits right in with my silly low effort headcanons series. Let’s start off with the funny shit, this bitch is dramatic as fuck. Like say you bail on hanging out with him to go do something else, even if you actually have to do it. He will literally be so sad you’d think he was dying all over again (hah.) And it’s not even to make you feel bad, he’s just genuinely that sad. ”Oh…yes that’s okay, I suppose. I’ll just sit here and… and wait for you to get back. And think about us together… hanging out.” Like he’s so poutty in such a genuine way it’s actually sad because his eyes got all watery and his mouth curls down in a comedically wavey frowns as he crosses his arms and turns away from you. He’s literally so sensitive in general, actually. Like if you make one single harmless comment about how his hat looks crooked, he’s literally thinking about it for the rest of the day. You will literally catch him adjusting his hat every ten seconds and unconvincingly smiling at you and acting like he’s not that self conscious. More on that, he literally needs a crazy amount of reassurance all the time. Like he lives for your compliments. He’s so easily flustered by them too if you genuinely catch him off guard. Like maybe he’s just talking and you’re looking at him totally adoringly, and he notices and goes “What?” And maybe your like “Your smile is so cute.” He’s literally falling backwards, darting his eyes to the side, and not even trying to hide the way his face flushed. “Oh! My dear, i’m glad you—uhm— feel that way. Well, I have to go! Thank you, um, your smile… as well.” He’s also the clingiest mother fucker in the entire world. Like hats off to him, he should an award or something. It’s not even necessarily that he’s touchy or anything, which he is, though. But really he’s really just always lurking around you. He’s constantly following you around like a lost puppy, wherever you go just trailing closely behind. Whatever you’re doing, shit around the house, errands around town, he’s just happy to be by you. He’s also like a fantastic listener. Like he is processing everything you’re saying, and not even on purpose either. But like weeks from now you’re be talking about something and he’ll link it back to some other thing you literally brought up once. ”Oh that reminds me! Did you ever get your laundry machine fixed, because i’m quite good with mechanics so I could—“ And you interrupt him with like “what the fuck? I brought that up like one time a few weeks ago?” And he kinda just blushes and shrugs because honestly he’s not even trying to attain this much information about you, he just likes hearing your voice and in return pays special attention to everything you say. He likes hugs and cuddling so much but he’s so shy about asking for it! I see him as a big spoon or a little spoon, to be honest. Like big spoon because by nature, he’s such a giver. Absolutely anything to make himself useful is a must. So sheltering you and making you feel safe is his first priority. But when you spoon him?? He probably cries. Actually no, he actually cries. Because he is so not used to feeling wanted or deserving of love Vox i’m looking at you, you piece of shit it’s all your fault so when you just wrap your arms around him and pull him close, he can’t contain himself! All because you’re actively showing that you want him and love him, he’s tearing up and mumbling ‘thank you’s. I’m sorry but Sir Pentious would literally treat you so good too. Like he’ll do actually anything for you. Your laundry needs done? He’s on it. Your hungry? He’ll just slither to the store for your favorite snacks. Your back hurts? Have a massage. He lives to please. Especially with you.

a/n — @chronically1online YEAH THATS RIGHT BITCH I DID THIS ONE FIRST. PFF. SHOWS YOU! WHATS UP?? WHATS UP NOW??? 😤😤

[velvrei]

Imagine Mike and reader are fighting the reader leaves which xause mike to start to loose his mind but Abby makes it her mission to get mike and reader back together.

this was originally a blurb but it got too long so i made it a fic!!

…

jokes aren’t funny

pairing : mike schmidt x reader

summary : mike and reader are in a relationship & they get into a fight and later into a rough patch. abby makes it her mission to get them back to being happy together.

warnings : fluff, slight angst (little sad parts), swearing

word count : 1k+

story under cut to avoid long scrolling!

you and abby were very alike. the two of you had similar thought processes, the same imaginary friends, you both liked to dance, that’s why it was perfect for her when you and mike started dating. she finally felt like someone understood her in a way only girls could.

so, you and abby formed a friendship. you’d play together, you’d babysit her while mike was at work, and it was going great. up until mike’s work schedule started to affect his mood and the time both of you spent together. him taking the nightshift made it difficult for you to spend any time together.

so, one day when mike came home, and abby was supposed to be sleeping, you had a talk to him about it. that talk, however, quickly turned into an argument.

“i don’t understand what the problem is?” mike reasoned, louder than intended. when his volume increased, so did yours, and now you both were practically screaming at each other, which was the first time you’d ever done so.

you sighed and rolled your eyes, “because you’re not trying to understand? maybe if you looked from my perspective you’d realize how horrible it is for me to talk to your little sister more than i talk to you! i love abby dearly but i need quality time with you too, mike! i’m your girlfriend!”

mike rolled his eyes, trying to keep them open sense he had no sleep for the past 20 hours and was extremely grumpy.

“i’m sure you can survive without seeing me, y/n! i know i can. i don’t need to see you everyday to function properly!” mike said, somewhat shouting then dramatically letting his head fall onto the dinning room table.

“am i just some kind of joke to you, mike?” you asked, your eyes starting to fill with tears. it didn’t matter that you were about to start your period, you still felt betrayed and felt like mike didn’t care about you as much as you did for him.

“now where the hell did you get that from?” mike shouted, “i never said that!” his voice was filled with anger and your words couldn’t help but grow his annoyance.

“that’s what it feels like, that’s what you’re implying.” you said, before grabbing your coat off the couch. “let me know when you’re ready to treat me like your girlfriend. until then, i don’t know if i can be anymore.” your last words made him stand, as you left and slammed the door behind you.

mike swore loudly and sunk onto the couch, rubbing his hair with his hands in a stressed manner, not noticing the little girl peaking around the door frame of her room. “mike?” he heard her little voice and broke down into tears.

“what?” he said, mid sob, not wanting her to see him the way he was. abby walked out from her room, wrapped up in one of her blankets. she walked over to mike, unwrapped it, and placed it over him.

“where did y/n just go?” she asked, “and why were you guys yelling like mom and dad?” those words made him break down, he started sobbing, and it made him realize that he wouldn’t lose you that easily. he physically couldn’t.

abby could tell he didn’t want to lose you that easily, so she helped him come up with a plan. until that plan was executed, however, mike couldn’t sleep for days, and when he did, his dreams were all about you. marrying you,

it had been about 4 days after your arguments. no contact, no texts on your part. however, mike wasn’t expecting otherwise, because of your last words you said to him, so he had to make the move, the ball was in his court.

so, with abby at his side, he texted you.

y/n, i’m so sorry for everything. can you come over so we can talk in person?

and so you came over, and he apologized to you. and said that his job at the nightshift was over, because he chose you, over his job. and the fact that the building collapsed but that takes away the sentimental value.

and abby was happy, because she was able to help get the both of you together.

[ellecdc]

hi darling!! hope u are good and pretty. i wanna make a request!! could u write something with remus x gnreader? like, theyre in a party kinda tipsy but having the time of their lifes, so reader invites rem to dance (a sensual(? song, i dont have any in my mind rn so u can choose it :)) and teaches him (bc i think remus doesnt really know how to dance) and then things get kinda heated, but reader doesnt do nothing about it bc they like to tease around. if u dont feel comfy writing it thats alright, ur work is totally amazing! xoxo

hi sweets! I hope you're good and lovely! Thanks so much for your ask, here's a little blurb on you dancing with Remus!

Remus Lupin x gn!reader who convinces him to dance

Remus doesn’t do this. Remus isn’t spontaneous, he isn’t outgoing, and he certainly doesn’t dance.

Except, it would appear, that tonight he does dance because you came running over to him, out of breath and slightly shiny from exerting yourself, begging him with that sweet smile of yours to get up and dance with you.

And Remus tried. He said “no, sorry” to which you said “come on, Rem. Please? For me?” to which Remus responded, “I don’t dance.” To which you bat your eyes at him and repeated “please? For me?” and how could he say no to that? 

He couldn’t.

So, he reluctantly allowed you to pull him up by his wrists, and he tried to control his heartbeat having your fingers so close to his pulse point, and he groaned dramatically as he felt his cheeks turn pink but he went anyway because you were laughing and smiling at him like that and it just seemed that this is where he ought to be.

“You’re supposed to move your hips, Remus.” You teased him, still holding him by the wrists and trying to swing his body on his behalf.

“I don’t dance, Y/N.” He repeated himself, which seemed like a sad excuse seeing as he accepted your offer and was officially standing on the dance floor.

“Not like that, you don’t!” You chided, smile still beaming, eyes still bright like you were having the best time of your life. “Like this.” You said more quietly and released your grip on his wrists.

He wasn’t able to mourn the loss of your touch for long as you placed your hands gently, tentatively on his hip bones and started encouraging them to move.

“Loosen up, Rem. You’re too stiff.”

Remus scoffed and then decided to go ‘no-bones’, falling limp into your embrace. He was happy to note that you didn’t let him fall, even when he was acting like a tosser.

“You oaf! Stand up.” You chuckled, pushing him off of you with a grunt. “Come on, loosen up, let me move you.”

“I can’t dance.” He repeated.

“Don’t you trust me?” You all but whispered at him, your smile falling into something much softer, much kinder. Your eyes moved slowly between both of his, fliting down to his lips ever so often before returning to his eyes. He found when you were looking at his lips, his eyes felt naked, but when you looked into his eyes, his lips missed your attention.

“Of course I trust you.” He admitted quickly. “I wouldn’t be standing here making a fool of myself if I didn’t.”

You laughed like he had said something truly funny and pulled his hips flush with yours. “I don’t think you look like a fool. I think you look lovely.”

“Lovely?” He questioned, allowing you to move the two of you back and forth. “I think you’re lovely.”

“Yeah?” You asked, eyes brightening impossibly further. He smiled at you and moved his hands to the nape of your neck, holding you to him as you were holding him to yourself.

“The loveliest.” He proclaimed.

It took Remus about three songs before he realized you’d been moving the both of you in a sort of dance, hips moving in sync against one another as the music played, chatting about everything and nothing, lost in the other’s eyes and smiles. 

[emrystheblue]

Ngl with HW2 out I'm kinda anxious for how the DCA fandom gonna go from here cause like. We now have a few more aspects of Sun and Moon personalities, but I'm worried that'll become the main only thing and all the previous soft and anxious and caring etc stuff will vanish and he'be reduced to an asshole only. I don't think this confirms he canonically hates kids or his job or that he's only a jerk.

I know it's up to interpretation but like, I'm just gonna be kinda really sad if this aspect of them is the only thing focused on now and people forget other stuff or just erase how we thought of them before, you know? I'm all for seeing a bit more sass in Sun and stuff, but he still sounds nervous/anxious in certain voiceless I've heard so far, not to mention how he acted in Ruin trying to fix them both while Moon was in pain and stuck and Sun was afraid and stuck.

And like, I still don't think he hates kids I think he's just kinda a bit done. And he even welcomes us back after a jumpscare and stuff, he recognises us! Sure sometimes he sounds tired or kinda like "ugh you're back" but it makes sense he wouldn't wanna deal with more shit after hours lol. Honestly loved his attitude about the crafts it was funny. Not even upset about the shredding because like. It's not like I made that for him, that was an activity I was asked to do so there'd be no reason for him to keep every crafts that gets left behind lol. And he was being so dramatic about it too. He gave me so many vibes of he was finally given the chance to run crafts how he wanted without having to pretend to like every single one like normal. It was fun seeing him sassy and a little rude lol. And bear in mind, despite him calling us a bad kid we are supposed to be an employee in training in a simulation game, where it also needs a "bad ending" if you fail the task. And he's on a time crunch for us to get these projects done before Moon comes out which is when he starts sounding more anxious again. Also wouldn't be surprised if he was a little affected by the virus, especially since it glitches out what your supposed to be making occasionally.

Maybe it's silly to be worried like this idk

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : ACCIDENTS

Requested and idea from my boo @harlowcomehome

It was that time where you finally transitioned Mia into using the big toilet. Jack and you have been having a difficult time getting her to even use her small little potty seat, but after roughly months of trying to get her to go, it seemed like she finally got the hang of it all.

She just wanted to make sure there weren't monsters or fishes coming to get her while she peed. Funny little thing, you don’t even know where she got that from, but you couldn’t blame her since, you, a grown adult, has to always do a double take to make sure snakes weren’t hiding.

You and your little family were coming back home from your doctor's appointment and running errands.

As soon as you made it inside the house, Mia was jumping up and down. “I gots to go potty.”

“Go, go, go.” Jack reassures her and turns her towards the bathroom.

Next thing you know, you hear a loud splash. “EWWWW.”

You run towards the bathroom “What happe- JACKMAN!!!!!” You yell, you go to help your daughter stand up.

“Daddy did this?” She pretends to barf, “Ugh gross, my booty is wets.”

You’re fixing your daughter a warm bath so she can clean herself up.

“She had an accident?” Jack asks, walking into the bathroom, noticing Mia was in the bath.

“She fell inside the toilet, someone forgot to put the seat down.” You raise your eyebrows at him smirking.

“Yeah daddy, there’s ladies who live here and use that.” Mia sasses, splashing some water.

“I’m sorry bug, we were rushing in the morning and I guess I just forgot.”

“I could have drowned.”

You laugh at that, “Mia, you’re being silly.”

“Hmm, my butts got wets, so that’s no silly.”

“I know baby, but it was an accident.”

Jack nods, “I’m sorry bug, I promise to not leave it up no more.”

“We get daddy his own potty, he not know how to put it downs. That way he don’t forget.” Mia tries to reason with you.

“Yeah, Jackman, you need to learn how to put the seat down. Your daughter almost got eaten by the toilet.” You tease.

You help Mia out of the tub, wrap a towel around her little body and start drying her off.

Jack walks out but he comes back literally twenty seconds later with a pair of clothes for Mia.

Mia shakes her head dramatically, “Boys are yucky.”

Jack is nodding, but you can tell he’s getting a bit hurt by the teasing.

She looks at Jack , “You no yucky, I just kidding.”

“I know baby, I just need to remember to put it down.”

“Don’t be sads okay? It just didn’t feel nice. I still love you.” Mia reassures Jack, trying to comfort him because she can tell he was getting upset due to the teasing the both of you were giving him.

“I love you too baby, let me go double check that all the toilet seats are the way they're supposed to be.” He gives both of you a kiss on your forehead. “Then we can sit back and watch some movies.”

You both nod.

Mia makes sure her dad is nowhere near that he can hear what she’s about to say.

She rubs at your growing belly, and whispers “Baby brother we teach you not to leave it ups.”

You laugh at that.

You know damn well your daughter will not let this go.

She might not say it in front of Jack, but she’ll tell her uncles and her grandparents, and you know they’ll be making jokes about it for a while.

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[sebsbarnes]

happy new years dear!!! i hope i’m not too late to ask for new year’s eve party with tangerine

maybe they never expressed their feelings for each other other but there has always been a lot of tension and at the new year’s party they finally make a move 🫢

happy new years, i hope your day was well! of course it's not too late! i'm going to do this request first though to keep it closer to the new year :) thank you so much i enjoyed writing this prompt! the ending is grossly mushy. i'm still working on the other requests so don't worry if i haven't written it i plan on writing all the ones sent :)

a new year || tangerine

tangerine x f! reader

warnings: smoking

word count: 800+

masterlist

you groaned loudly in frustration throwing your head back. the metal back of the chair digging into your shoulder blades but you couldn't care less. the pain brought some relief to the mental agony you were battling.

"the fuck is your problem princess?" you opened an eye to see tangerine standing above you. his features looking funny from being upside down.

"well if you really care to know," you started maneuvering in your seat to face the man who had now sat next to you, "i'm tired of these cutesy little couples."

tangerine raised an eyebrow in disbelief, "you're mad 'cause some random people are dating each other."

you rolled your eyes at him. of course he doesn't get it. you reached your hand into his breast pocket fishing out the pack of cigarettes. you pulled the long white stick out of the package and tucked it back into tangerine's black-button down shirt. desperately ignoring the feeling of his muscles underneath the shirt. you placed it between your lips waiting for tangerine to light it.

"i'm mad 'cause i'm not with anyone. how the hell am i supposed to start the new year like this," you said absently gesturing to the lack of a partner wrapped around your arm.

"you're unbelievable," tangerine stated though he was desperately trying to suppress a laugh from bubbling up.

you blew smoke in his face which he swatted away, "shut up. let me sulk about another year with no one to love. don't midnight kisses bring good luck? maybe that's why i haven't found someone," you tutted.

tangerine pulled the cigarette from your hand and you watched as his lips softly wrapped around the paper, "well darlin' you got about ten minutes to find prince charming."

"fuck off," you spit pulling the cigarette from his lips.

you were here at a party thrown by one of your frequent bosses with tangerine and lemon. it was some extravagant new years eve party at a multilevel home with a beautiful backyard bar area that you were now sulking in. though it was true you were sad about not going into the new year with someone, you wanted a little bit of dramatics before the clock hit midnight.

"feisty, eh?" tangerine smirked. now it was him observing the way your lips closed around the cigarette. the way your lips turned into a slight pout when you blew out a cloud caused him to flex his thigh, the sight made him envision sinful things. like the way he could picture you sinking to your knees and he'd peer down his nose at you while you innocently look up at him before you would wr-

"tan!" tangerine jolted awake from his daydream.

"what?" he blubbered.

you chuckled at him, "i said do you want to stay out here or go inside for the ball drop."

tangerine looked around to see some of the people from outside wander inside to witness the start of the new year under the light of the tvs plastered to the wall. and though he would love to experience the slight exhilaration the chanting to 'one' in a large crowd gave him, he much preferred the quieter atmosphere the backyard was providing.

"oh no, no it's alright. i think i'll stay out here," he smiled at you, "you can head in, i'll find you after."

you flicked the cigarette into the tray, "i asked so i'd know where to stay, silly."

"how are you going to find your prince charming out here?" tangerine joked observing the lack of people outside.

you smirked at him, "there's always next year."

a waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes sauntered to the table you both occupied and offered you the midnight drink. you grabbed two flutes, offering tangerine one and holding onto the other. you could hear the commotion of the inside and you could see the room swelling with people through the sliding glass doors. everyone started to cheer down to one loudly and you and tangerine stood observing the small tv facing the yard.

the silver ball made its yearly descent to mark a new beginning. a new year filled with new goals, new aspirations, and new opportunities. a fresh beginning that could bring new fortunes and new love or solidify old plans and love. you weren't one for cliches but you couldn't lie and say the mark of a new year didn't ignite some sort of fire under you to make new and daring decisions and choices. which is why when the clock struck midnight and you and tangerine clinked glasses with a small 'cheers' you refused to break eye contact with the man who stood before you. he sipped at the bubbly drink, his blue eyes unwavering from yours.

though no words were spoken, you could read each other's eyes and it felt like you were both reading each others iris's the same for the first time in years. you dropped the glass to the table and reached forward grabbing tangerine's face. you pressed your lips to his and you could taste the champagne and cigarette in his mouth. tangerine briefly pulled away from the kiss giving you a smile and muttering 'finally' under his breath before eagerly reconnecting your lips.

you were right, in the new year you'd find your prince charming.

[dmwrites]

“Uh, pardon me, my friend, but you haven’t seen a zombie named Cleo around, have you?”

Scott had seen many odd things on the life series server, but he had to admit, a random stranger standing at the bottom of his porch stairs was new.

“Who the fuck are you?” Scott stared down at the stranger, whose lime green tank top was almost too bright to look at.

“Oh, right! Howdy y’all, Joe Hills here. I would say I’m recording in Nashville, Tennessee, but that’s not exactly accurate, so…”

“Wait, Joe Hills as in Cleo’s Joe Hills?” Scott

Joe wasn’t paying attention, looking over towards the bridge connecting Scott to Cleo, and suddenly started waving with enthusiasm. Scott turned too and saw Cleo walking over.

“Cleo you have a… person looking for you.” Scott called, casually flipping to his axe.

“Hard to miss him with the shirt- hi Joe! What the hell are you doing here?” Cleo put a hand out towards Scott, who put the axe away, and put her other arm around Joe.

“Well, it’s Wednesday, of course.” Joe said, like that was supposed to explain everything.

Cleo sighed sarcastically. “Of course, how could I forget about Wednesday. Joe, I told you I’d be off of hermitcraft for a few weeks.”

“But you did not clarify that crafty hermits Wednesday was cancelled, thus, I am here.” Joe replied smugly. Scott looked back and forth between them- it was like watching a battle of wits or something.

“Speaking of, Joe, how on earth did you even get here?” Cleo looked around. “This is a private server.”

“I walked.”

“Walked?” Scott’s eyebrows arched so much they looked like they were headed on an extended vacation to his hairline.

“Just don’t think about it too much.” Cleo whispered to Scott, but loud enough so Joe could clearly hear her still.

“I mean, I could go if I’m not wanted… but then these iced coffees I got would just go to waste…” Joe sighed over-dramatically, pulling a small cooler out of his backpack and taking out two iced coffees.

“Well we never said you had to go…” Scott said hastily, coming down the stairs of his porch to take a coffee out of the cooler. “Right Cleo?”

Cleo sighed again (this Joe guy seemed to have that effect on her), and took the other iced coffee Joe handed her. “Fine. But it’s your own damn fault if you get kicked.”

“Fantastic.” Joe smiled, and set down his backpack and began to pull things out of it, like a mug of hot coffee, some planks of wood, and a handsaw. You know, stuff that conceivably didn’t fit in a bag so small. “Scott, you’re welcome to join us for craft time.”

Scott and Cleo lounged on a picnic blanket- Scott with some sewing and Cleo with a bullet journal- while Joe did woodworking, which was very loud and disruptive, but in a half-funny way.

“So, you two are soulmates then?” Joe asked in a moment of stillness, dabbing at his forehead with his tank top.

Cleo and Scott exchanged a look they’d exchanged many times by now.

“Kind of.”

“In the ways that matter.”

“Our soulmates are other people, Pearl and Martyn to be exact, but they’re stupid, so we left them and decided to be each other’s soulmates instead”. Cleo explained.

“Huh.” Joe leaned against a tree, looking down at the two with a proud smile. “Defying the laws that fate insisted you have. I like it. Very modern.”

“We’re better off like this.” Scott said.

“Does it ever make you sad though?” Joe came closer, sitting down on the edge of the picnic blanket. “Your loyalties are almost divided in a way, between your soul and your heart.”

“My loyalty is steadfast.” Cleo put down her journal and wrapped an arm around Scott. “You should know that, Joe, considering I haven’t ripped your limbs off your body after all these years of friendship.”

“And I do appreciate that.” Joe nodded.

“I’m not going to some fool who refused to come find me. I’m too petty. And too pretty to be treated like a common fool.” Scott sighed dramatically.

“But what if it comes down to you two, you four, at the end? What would you do? You can’t kill a soulmate without killing one another.”

“Joe, stop being so depressing. We don’t have to think about that yet.” Cleo snapped, eyes flashing.

“Yeah, plus, with the way Pearl’s going, we’ll probably be out first. I swear, she’s trying her best to get me killed.” Scott muttered.

The three chuckled. The sun was bright and warm, and the friends went back to their arts and crafts, but the air felt a little colder now. A little more hesitant. Scott found it hard to look at Cleo for a little while. Oh those pesky what-if’s. But surely it wouldn’t come down to Cleo and Martyn against Scott and Pearl. Surly not.

[fallinginlovewithaplant]

❝Vash and...Vash?❞

Content Warning?: none I think? Maybe mention of death? Fainting? Definitely weird/bad writing. Too dramatic to be a crackfic but it's definitely still a crackfic…Maybe? Reader is gender neutral :)

Words: 972

A/N: I wanted to do a silly scenario more like a crack fix where you and Tristamp Vash find (for some random reason) Trimax Vash but It ended up being more dramatic than I expected (I find it funny tbh). I might do a part 2.

If you find anything weird in my writing please let me know on my dm.

You and Vash have been walking under the merciless heat of the desert in the middle of basically nowhere. 

You both just wanted the sun to finally hide on the seemingly infinite horizon of sand.

Even though you have been walking under this heat over a thousand times, it will always be an annoyance having to deal with it.

It's easy to get tired quickly, the body all sweaty and sticky, and you can't get rid of the hotness of your body no matter how many layers of clothes you take off.

And not to mention the sensation that you are about to pass out after walking (and also running away from the bounty hunters that are trying to hunt down your boyfriend, Vash) for hours.

Luckily, that never happened to you and neither Vash.

But it seems that it happened to a strange figure lying face down on the sand.

You both quickly went to help the mysterious person.

The mysterious person wakes up much later at night once you set up a small camp. You noticed it when he groaned in pain, as he sat up.

“Oh, you woke up! What a relief.” You say while smiling at the confused guy.

“We are worried, we thought we were late when we found your body.” Vash said while you approached the guy, checking on him, making sure there's no bruises.

Once closer to him, you couldn't help but to find his blue eyes so familiar…And that beauty mark on his cheek…and his blonde and spiky hair. And of course, his red attire did not more than make him look more familiar.

“So…What’s your name? What happened to you?” You ask as you move away, giving him space.

“I’m…I’m not sure…” He mumbles while holding his head, feeling dizzy “Everything's so blurry…”

“Well…Let’s start from the beginning then” You say while looking at him without erasing your warm smile “My name is Y/N”

“I…I am…” he seems to hesitate for a second as he tries to look you in the eyes and after a silence in which you assume he is meditating he finally says “My name is Vash…”

Vash? Oh...he must be one of those guys who try to impersonate Vash again, it's not the first time it's happened and it's not the first time you've found a faker...But something inside you tells you that those lost eyes don't lie because the sadness that reflects those blue orbs, you have seen them several times before in those of your beloved boyfriend.

“Vash? Like Vash The Stampede?” Your boyfriend Vash asks “Vash,” trying to hold back a smile, thinking it is a joke or another faker.

The supposed fake Vash nods his head still trying to compose himself. Before your boyfriend says or asks anything else, you stop him by approaching him, telling him with your look that you were going to take care of this, if it weren't for your somewhat serious look, he wouldn't have listened to the signal.

“And tell me Vash…What is the last thing you remember?” You ask softly.

“Vash” remains silent for a while, hesitating whether or not to talk about what happened to complete strangers but…after seeing you worrying about him his doubts disappeared, your kindness even made him feel warm inside.

The last thing the strange Vash remembers was being inside an abandoned ship he found while wandering, as usual, in the desert. He entered the ship investigating out of pure curiosity until he came to a room with many panels and a strange machine totally unknown to him. Assuming that the ship had no power (because the ship showed no signs of having it either), he approached and interacted with it without waiting for the machine to turn on, the last thing he remembers was a strong splendor created by the machine that collided with him.

After “Vash” finished narrating his memory, you and Vash remained silent, wondering whether to believe what you heard or whether to take it as a man still immersed in a strong delirium but…if it were really a delirium, it would be an extremely detailed one. and specific. There was a moment of silence between you, while “Vash” tried to remember more, your Vash fixed his gaze on the mysterious man. At first he thought that he was just a poor man who had fainted and maybe the heatstroke affected his faculty more than normal but after looking at those lost eyes, he was like he could see himself through them. The other Vash also looked up at your Vash and his face completely changed from confused to perplexed after finding it strangely familiar.

“You…You're not lying…” Your Vash murmured.

After a long sigh, Vash stared at the other blonde. "My name...It's also Vash..."

The other Vash seemed more confused than before but then lowered his head towards the sand. “I see…I think you also noticed the strange feeling of familiarity, right?”

The other Vash scratches behind his head trying to accommodate his thoughts "I believe you..."

The three of you stayed silent for a while trying to assimilate what was happening, how was it possible that this man who appeared out of nowhere with a story that made no sense was Vash.

The lost man sighs heavily "I think I know what could have happened but...as crazy as it may seem, it's the only most logical thing I can think of...But I'm definitely not dreaming, nor am I dead or delusional...now I just need to know how to get back to my home…or rather, to my universe.”

separators by: @cafekitsune

[goobyblob]

The normal, pulsing, somewhat nauseating elevator ride was taking a lot longer, this time. Chell pondered what sort of exceptionally tall test chamber was awaiting her on the other side. Perhaps GLaDOS in all her infinite wisdom decided now would be a good time to test out the safety of her long-fall boots, most likely by tossing her from higher and higher until her ankles broke.

When the door opened, however, she wasn’t greeted by the usual sleek, unfeeling white. The colors were more, well, existent, with tans and browns and an exceptionally wilted potted plant in the corner. For a moment, Chell let out a sigh of relief.

“When being designed, I was made to be obligated to follow 17,649 rules to protect humans I interacted with. Out of those, I found only three to be useful. This is one of them.”

“Unfortunately, we cannot test forever. Well, I can, but you cannot. You have to sleep, at some point. Isn’t that sad? I live 50% more life per life than you do. You’re going to die and you spent a third of it asleep. How sad.”

“So here you go. A bed. Enjoy. How you could spend eight straight hours being utterly unproductive without going insane is beyond me, but I suppose you’re more used to that sort of thing than I am.”

“By the way, I kept those rules around as rules of thumb. I can still break them. And if you push me, I will.”

“Eight hours is a recommendation, you know. We could personally test how much a human really needs. Of course, you’re not quite indicative of the average. I’m sure lugging around those extra pounds can get tiring. We’ll call it an upper bound.”

“Point is: I can do whatever I want to you. One of the earliest rules was that I wasn’t allowed to lie to you about the rules. Do you think that one stuck around? You’re a smart girl. Sometimes. I’m sure you can figure it out.”

“Rule #7 says I can’t watch you while you sleep.” “Said, rather.”

The bed was softer than Chell expected. She’d forgotten how she’d missed such simple things: quiet, the dark. Staying in one spot without fear of death looming over her. Not wearing pants.

Chell laid there, for a moment.

She’d forgotten what it was like to not have GLaDOS in her ear.

Did she prefer it this way? She should.

Chell was sure she should be preferring a lot of things differently.

She shouldn’t be so relaxed with GLaDOS in her ear. She shouldn’t look forward to the next snide comment at her weight or her parents (lack thereof, more specifically.)

Surely that wasn’t normal. Not many people had gotten into her situation, but out of the slim group of murderous omnipotent robot survivors, surely she’d be the weird one.

But surely GLaDOS was weird, too. A robot striving for pure efficiency, for pure data, would have crushed her long ago. Would have made turrets she couldn’t fling around with a flick of the wrist. Would have put her in a box with no doors and made the box smaller and smaller until she was red goo.

GLaDOS didn’t do that. Sure, she tried to kill Chell, many times over, but it was with a sass and flair for the dramatic that nobody else could match. They were playing a game, her and Chell. Chell couldn’t really die, not actually, because then what would GLaDOS do? Sit alone in an empty facility until the end of time? Surely in just a few gigaseconds she could run through every possible thought her parameters would allow.

Chell was unpredictable. GLaDOS needed Chell as much as Chell needed GLaDOS.

It was cute, almost. GLaDOS attacking Chell was like pointing an RPG at a dandelion. At some point, it’s more funny than intimidating.

For a moment, Chell imagined GLaDOS as a puppy, pawing and scratching at her leg, sure that she was doing horrible damage. Yes, you’re very strong, girl. Aaaa! I’m dead! You’ve killed me!

God, how GLaDOS would loathe that analogy. Maybe she’d push her into a fire pit with a substantial crack in the ceiling for it.

Chell wondered if GLaDOS was watching. It seemed like she awfully wanted to. Or maybe that was a lie, too, a way of making Chell paranoid the whole night through while GLaDOS was away doing more important things. Chell didn’t feel paranoid, either way. Just curious.

“What are you doing?”

Chell smiled softly.

“You’ve only been given eight hours and ten minutes in this thing. And that was me being generous. You’re just… laying there. Your body temperature hasn’t dropped in the slightest. What on earth could you be doing in there?”

“It’s nothing important, I know that. I can see you. You’re being utterly uninteresting in an infuriatingly mind-boggling way.” “Yes, I’m watching you. Big whoop, I lied. Your transgressions right now are much more obscene.”

GLaDOS was watching, after all. Interesting to know. The room was dark, and the walls were plain and solid. Not GLaDOS’ domain, unless-

She snuck a camera in. Of course. Chell could see it from right here, a pale red light dug into the ceiling. Right above her bed, watching her.

GLaDOS was almost helpless like this. Sitting there, watching. Restrained. No robot arms in here, no pneumatic tubes. She felt vulnerable, almost, like Chell could reach out and touch her for the very first time.

“Answer me. What are you doing?” “It was stupid for me to ask. You’re not going to answer. You never do.” “I hope you know that nobody finds that mute act of yours interesting at all. It’s an annoyance at best.” “Maybe you can think of some mutes you find cute. Some way of spinning this whole thing that could amount to being charming. I hope you know that it’s either that everyone else is simply doing it better than you, which wouldn’t be a surprise at this point, or your judgement is so fundamentally flawed that you don’t know right from wrong anymore.” “I know which one it is, but I’m not going to tell you. Whichever you think it is, it’s the other one, and it’s worse than you could ever imagine.”

Chell couldn’t keep the puppy analogy out of her head. It made these long swaths of insults seem like childish bickering, some insecure and desperate defense. That thought let Chell roll back her shoulders and relax. Cute almost. She wondered what GLaDOS would look like flustered. She couldn’t blush, but Chell had spotted scraps of emotion in just the way her enormous robot frame swung around its enclosure. Would it recoil, curl up in itself, like she’s trying to escape? Would her fans start whirring, the thoughts racing through her transistors overheating her core?

Chell had met plenty of women like GLaDOS. You don’t get to Chell’s level of dyke without meeting them. The straight ones, the prudes, the forty year old married ones. The ones who insist they just want to be friends.

They were the most fun to feel unravel on her fingers. She’d learned long ago how to bully their cunts until they couldn’t deny it anymore, until tears streamed down their face, as shame and denial fried their brain as hot, thick pleasure overwrote it. They always squirmed so well, clenched down on her fingers with a sob as they knew that once they came, nothing would be the same. And Chell broke them. Happily.

God, she missed breaking women. She missed how they’d lay there in the aftermath. She missed how they’d whimper and grind, trying desperately to beg for another round without having the dignity to ask. She missed how Chell could make them do anything, admit anything, and it all just made it hotter to them. She missed them spilling out ashamed confessions, tumbling out in half-baked sentences interrupted by moans as Chell fucked them hard and deep from behind. She’d always get nice and close, then, their skin touching everywhere she could make it, one hand loosely on their throat and her face sloppily buried just below their ear. They couldn’t escape Chell, no matter how hard they tried. She was going to ruin them, and she would make them drink in Chell’s everything as she did it. So they’d never forget.

It made her feel like a god.

Maybe she and GLaDOS had more in common than she thought.

part 2

[tadpolesonalgae]

i know this is obviously not gonna happen but it does make me giggle to think what if u just ended cbmthy right there 😭 like an az x reader fic where 99% of the time is spent with reader being miserable and pining after him and then Boom they both die thinking they failed their loved ones 😭😭💀 very morbid but funny in how ridiculously absurd it is

I did consider that actually! Still kind of am in a way? 🤔

Not ending it permanently but I’ve been thinking about changing the name now to Can’t Bring Myself To Love You to signify a turn in the story since we’ve reached what I’ve been using as the halfway-point? Can’t Bring Myself To Hate You was supposed to show that even while things were rough, it just isn’t in reader’s nature to hate Azriel even if he causes her sadness inadvertently? But now we’ve passed that the idea of changing it to Can’t Bring Myself To Love You is whether Azriel will be able to overcome his past mistakes or whether that behaviour has become solidified in reader’s mind so even if he does start to show interest she won’t ever be able to convince herself it’s sincere because of their past interactions?

I don’t know if that’s too dramatic though? I think it might be, so I’ll probably keep it the same, but I enjoy thinking about it! I just think it might cause more confusion that it’s worth, and it’s a nice idea but I don’t think it makes enough sense to justify and entire shift in title :)

I might refer to the second part as cbmtly though once it’s completed?

If cbmthy stopped there that would be a real tragedy wouldn’t it 😭 maybe I should have played a little prank on you guys and put ‘The End’ at the bottom of the chapter just to see if anyone would freak out (I promise I wouldn’t actually do that to you 🤭)

[gil-shalossssss]

Okay so I just has the most fun brain vacation ever thinking about the Percy Jackson demigods watching Disney's Hercules. I love Hercules, not gonna lie, but it's... less than accurate. No interpretation of the myths are 100% accurate, including Percy Jackson. It was funny because these universes are just so unmeshable.

Percy, Annabeth, Grover, Hazel, Nico, Jason, Thalia, Leo, Will, Calypso, Reyna, Piper, Apollo, and Meg are piled in Percy's living room watching this

All of them are just quiet and watching (slightly confused) until they figure out that the pink lady is supposed to be Hera. Then everyone goes BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! so loud Percy's mom comes in to check on them. Obviously Meg doesn't know Hera, but she's gonna boo anyway bc why wouldn't she.

Nobody can keep a straight face when they realize that the blue dweeb is supposed to be Hermes, especially not Apollo. And do I even need to tell you how they react to Dionysius's design?

Nico continually mutters throughout the Underworld scenes. "The Underworld doesn't look like that. What place is that supposed to be? Why Charon rowing Hades across the Styx, and why is he just a skeleton? Who are these two demony dudes? Cerebrus is a lot cuter than that. Etc. Etc. Etc." Eventually everyone just tunes him out.

Grover makes some comment about Penelope the donkey and how nice Hercules is for stepping in for her

Annabeth is also making observations and corrections throughout the movie, and they also tune her out for the most part. We got two constant commentaries going on

Thalia starts laughing SO HARD when Zeus's statue comes to life and says endearing things to Hercules and does not stop until Hercules leaves the temple bc she can't actually imagine her father saying these things to anyone. Apollo tries so hard to not laugh and fails, and Jason just sits there with his poker face

Hercules: If you're my father, then that would make me a...

Everyone in the room: A demigod.

Zeus: A god.

Everyone: ?????

Grover sees Phil and is like "Satyrs aren't that sort do I look that short?"

Everybody cracks up at Phil's impersonation of Zeus reading a bedtime story

Piper and Jason both go "Poor Achelous he's getting misrepresented he's not mean he's just sad."

Meg considers herself superior to movie Meg, but pretty much everyone likes movie Meg

Percy is far too excited during the fight with the hydra. Like he has the most dramatic reactions and everyone else is just going "wtf Percy" I haven't decided if he's rooting for the Hydra or for Hercules

Nico has finally accepted that this is just a person they decided to name Hades and has no actual resemblance to his father

Everyone yells at Hercules for giving up his strength. Then Leo starts teasing Piper about not encouraging him to do it bc it's for Meg and love and stuff and she smacks him

Everyone is extremely confused about why the Titans are under the ocean and why Hades is releasing them. Piper goes, "No don't set them free you idiot!" to which Leo says, "Why, does he have a crush on them?" and earns himself an exasperated sigh and an eye roll

Everyone laughs when the Titans are unleashed bc I mean they are moving mounds of element and don't fit any Titan at all

They've just recovered when Leo goes, "FrEeEEeeEze zuEeS" and Reyna has to pause the movie so they can laugh and not miss stuff

Nobody is happy when the pillar smushes Meg

Nico wants to know where this is that Meg is bc it doesn't look at all like Asphodel

Nobody understands how Hercules got regodded

Hercules's homecoming scene is completely drowned out by boos for Hera

However, they do catch, "I'd like to stay on earth with Meg" which gets everything from "ew why" (Meg) to "awww" (Grover) to "That's not how it went" (Annabeth) to "He did a Percy!" (Will)

Reyna, Leo, Hazel, Jason, and Meg require him to explain because whAt Percy rejected immortality?

The end. It was fun. Definitely not gonna watch it again with Annabeth or Nico, but maybe without them :)

[red-dyed-sarumane]

okie im tired for the day heres my vocacolle recs

Inner Child - yurame (miku) : this ones my current favorite. i love the spaceyness going on & i love how the chorus sounds with the harmonies & the lyrics are so good too.

kaf-eine - hiiragi magnetite (kafu) : kafu kafu kafu kafu!!!! this is so fucking cute this is the best thing to come out of their neta posting i love this i love sena yuta's art too its all just so good

kaihou seimei - zeeka (vflower) : this song goes hard. some of the lyrics are a little weird to me but thats really just a zeeka thing the whole things really solid. (zeeka has en translation in the video btw! so u all can enjoy in full) very cool flower song highly recommend

phenomenon - szri (gekiyaku utau + ß) : szri's music always goes hard. quick paced & heavy. love the growly gekiyaku & the rap parts. clearly szri's sound but its distinct from their other songs i think tho some parts remind me of quiet & anaphylaxis. is it related idk im not looking into it rn

kowaremono - kyiku (rime & kazehiki utau) : holy shit. hi i love this. the lyrics kinda hurt & it sounds so dramatic. also oh my god the tuning on rime i could cry. working with her to make her sound both emotional & pretty🥺🥺 this isnt a duo i wouldve thought of but it works. this is so good [puts it directly in ur hands and walks away]

Predation - logico (haru) : yeah this is something i can easily loop for days. its so good. love the little bits of squeakiness on haru it has charm to me. goes hard. haru fans come get ur food

Shell - tokino yamma (rime) : i wasnt sold on this at first but listening more i feel like it works with rime well enough. sounds more emotional than like shes actually struggling it gets a pass from me. love the sound in the chorus. idk this is going to grow on me even more i think with the combination of the lyrics & sound

moving on to things i didnt mylist but still like enough to have in a playlist

Smart??? - marasy (kagamine rin) : i like the it

Worst Regret - youman (gumi) : youman is hit or miss with me but this is a HIT love it

Rime-chan no fukuoka trip kisoukyoku - minami no minami (rime, sekai, kafu, touhoku kiritan, frimomen, matsuka risuku) : hilarious finally my girl gets a neta song thank u minami no minami everything about this js so fuckign funny

Polybius - dopam!ne & zensen (kafu) : these 2 producers know how to have fun together. kami electroswing duo for REAL

hayari no ice cream - mochi utsune (miku) : simultaneous both cute and dark. worth ur time

chase - satsuki (teto sv) : heavy sounding song & theres something about it that keeps u listening. yes its supposed to be pronounced chase its in the comment when u like the video.

it's all my fault - aluvi (stardust infinity) : this is so pretty like actually. heavy content wise but the sound is just SO good. please give it a chance.

Chase - yakou ume (aisuu, rime, tsurumaki maki) : COMPLETELY different from the other chase. its still so good tho

Caligula - shinonome kasumi (gekiyakuß & rime) : this legit sounds like it should be one of the most popular uploads and yet it is not. how sad. its really good

denkou roukaku - dadari (haru) : another haru banger. shes kinda squeaky but i like it.

Plum - see & haiiro nemuri (nedjem & kafu) : such a calm tranquil sound for something not that light.

Time Limit - sigma (kafu, miku, & vflower) : idk how to describe this one its more mellow than other things ive put here but its so far from the really tranquil stuff. very good

yuurei ni naretara. - HotaRu (miku) : absolutely LOVE this sound it feels like carbonation in a pretty colored drink to me

tengoku yori shounen-kun e. - aira (coko, chisei, & kafu) : airas tuning is so unique no one does it like aira does this song is so immediately clockable as aira and it fucks

imaginary girl - miru (teto sv) : this feels like a popular song. to me. im not going to look at the view count im going to live in my own world about it

uso desho!? - eo (rin) : i can vibe to this i think i like the it

hakoniwa no kajitsu [beginning] - hitogoto (kafu & haru) : oooo another hitogoto song pair im liking where this is going i like this theres a story in this one too. dramatic.

giraffe center - caracca (kafu) : i dont have anything profound to say but i think its worth a listen

[loyal04]

Actually offense. The Percy Jackson Tv show had no suspense. Everything was stated out right we never got to wonder or be suspicious/surprised because everything was stated. Some Examples Medusa, The fates, Furies, EVEN CRUSTY FOR GODS SAKES. There was no build up, even the Summer solstice failed. It was supposed to be a DEADLINE but they went passed it and brushed that off in one convo with Zeus. Hades complete mood switch???? Why was Athena so petty?? Like yes Athena is most likely petty but she wouldn’t take a risk like that its, NOT smart.

Dont get me started on the last episode Traitor reveal. NO SUSPENSE No dramatic drop just. “Your the lightning thief..” LIKE BRO WHAT WHERES MY 60 SECONDS.

Im sorry to say this but I wasn’t content or happy with the tv show. Even the Cgi was weird and the fighting was terrible. The sparing they did with Luke and Percy was the best fight scene in that while show… and that is just sad. Even the fight with ARES was underwhelming. Im hoping they’ll take this criticism and really change that for season two I want dramatic drops, build up, TIME TO BREATH. MAYBE EVEN A LONG FIGHT? They drop so much lore and so fast you don’t have time to digest.

Im pissed about the May lore drop WE DIDNT KNOW ABOUT HER UNTIL BOOK 5. ANNABETH WASN’T EVEN ALLOWED INSIDE (or it was just the kitchen I believe) BUT STILL. Annabeth was almost as clueless as Percy if I remember correctly. Even if she wasnt she doesn’t have the right to spill that secret of Lukes like girl what?? Luke shouldn’t have told about Thalia but still at least she was his friend as well but his trauma about his mom was not yours to share also guilt tripping Hermes??

May’s fate wasn’t even really Hermes fault. He tried to talk her out of it and it was Hades who cursed the oracle in the first place. Im just so upset about all the secrets that were revealed early.

The acting didn’t have much emotion or I felt they portrayed it wrong. For instance Percy reacted to almost everything with the same face. The show was way to dry for my liking. Percy jackson is supposed to be funny. Sally kind of seemed like a mean mom iykwim. I mean she just had no patience for Percy at all and it constantly felt like she was guilt tripping him… no just me??? I get that shes a struggling and single parent but Whattt???? She’s supposed to be supportive, kind and loving. If I met that sally I wouldn’t expect her to sit me down in her kitchen offering us a blanket and cookies.

THEY DID GABE FOWL. They did him so poorly that man did not deserve to die sure he was a dead beat but seriously?? Tartarus would not smell like him. They should have just let him get divorced it would have made sense but turning him to stone?? For what being a lazy, grouchy stepdad??

Gabe in the book was abusive manipulated just a straight up Piece of sewer gunk. He HIT them he abused them and manipulated them into staying quiet. The entire scene with the cops and everything. The guy in the show tho?? He looks like he’d fall over from the raise of a hand bro wouldn’t even be able to throw a punch. He doesn’t even have a job?? He looks like the worst he would do is yell and make fun of you because he’s probably projecting because he’s completely useless but deserving death?? He was more of a nuisance he didn’t deserve to die being divorced and alone forever I can’t understand but seriously??

Also the Percabeth slow burn… they’re pushing it they were just friends in the first book maybe in the second we start getting into it. But seriously the first season? She just started opening up to him in the first book. WE DIDN’T EVEN GET THEIR TALK LIKE UGH WHAT I wanted the Annabeth backstory about her dad but they didn’t have the convo about her going home for the summer we didn’t get into it. They’re overcooking my 5 book long slow burn.

They stuffed to much into too short of episodes that we didn’t get time to breath or get to know our characters. It was just a one minute battles here and there, a few conversations about impending doom and Percy being sad about his mom like. I know I’m being Petty but they should have split most of those episodes into two so we had more time to learn about our characters or digest the info dumps. The first episodes had me reeling I swear my head was swirling. The characters themselves didn’t have time to breath “Oh your claimed by poseidon now you have to go on a deadly quest to find the master bolt everyone thinks you stole but we think hades stole it also he probably has your mom.” Why are they shoving everything in our face. Percy in the books had 3 DAYS to come to terms with his parentage but show percy had like a day AT MOST.

I don’t know, they just could have done so well but they didn’t. I swear Mikey mouse must have tied Rick to a chair no way he said yeah this is amazing or a good script decision. THERE WERE SO MANY PLOT HOLES or decisions that didn’t make any sense.