#Like i want to be told this is somewhat reasonable I'm not a fucking freak for this

[justonefeather]

I don't even romanticise cutting anymore like I don't think it will solve anything, it's just the physical craving, makes me think of quitting nic, my chest feels hollow and full of scribbles and my arms feel empty and like i want to tear into them with sharp objects, i want the cold and the thin pain and the red and the release, i want it so badly and other areas don't Feel the same it's not like i can go to my leg or my shoulder, I've tried those, it's not good enough.. Why does this feel like the only thing that works, nothing makes the pain stop and that's all I want even if it's temporary, anything would be anyway, but it makes other people upset and uncomfortable so I can't, but what are they even going to to about my pain!! Nothing!!!! But I have to suffer in silence for other people's comfort always, otherwise they will hurt me for not hiding it

[talaok]

I just saw the video of the interviewer and Pedro where she called him daddy and asked how he was doing and his response was, “I’m alright, mama.” And I am in DESPERATE need of a fic. Wherever you want to go with it.

pairing: Pedro Pascal x interviewer!reader

a/n: This wasn't supposed to go like this. It's much more fluffy than I expected, but oh well, hope you enjoy.

You were nervous, as always.

The two years you'd been doing this flew out the window each time you knew you had to interview him.

It was such a stupid thing, a schoolgirl crush, but as much as you reminded yourself just how idiotic it was, the feeling never quite faded.

You had no idea what it was, the way he shook your hand the first time, the way his eyes never left yours, the sweet sound of your name rolling off his tongue...

It was all in the back of your mind, locked and loaded for you to remember.

You try to be calm with him though, playful even, but god if he doesn't make it hard.

He and his handsomeness and what you firmly believed was involuntary flirtatiousness.

You were taking a deep breath when you saw the flashes on the carpet starting to die down.

fuck.

It was time.

just like magic, he appeared before you in a few moments, followed by his assistant.

They exchanged a few words and you saw Pedro's eyes focus on you while the men beside him explained to him something to his ear.

You swallowed thickly, his gaze draining all the breath out of you.

God, he was beautiful, even his outfit fit him to a t.

Before you had gotten enough time to properly freak out, he was walking towards you.

"good evening Pedro!" you said cheerfully.

"good evening to you too Y/n"

You had to remind yourself his assistant had probably just reminded him of your name, and that he didn't just know it on the tip of his tongue.

You knew what you needed to say next, but the pit in your stomach informed you it wasn't a good idea.

You forced the fear down.

"so how're you doing daddy?"

He chuckled, and you couldn't help but stare.

"I'm alright mama" he grinned, and you swore you could feel your brain leaking out of your ears, as it had melted.

mama?

"you don't like that?" he noticed the expression on your face.

"I-I do" you blushed "maybe a little too much"

What the fuck

Why the fuck did you just say that?

He laughed softly, a smirk tugging at his lips " That's interesting" he spoke, and you felt like you were about to die, so you decided to change subject.

"so, if you remember-"

"I remember" he interrupted

"let me ask the question first" you laughed

"I don't have to, I remember every interview with you" he smiled "You're not easy to forget"

oh

If you were having troubles breathing before, your lungs were now completely useless.

"I-" you gulped, your eyes glancing at the expecting man behind the camera.

"It's alright sweetheart, what was the question?"

You were as red as the blood flowing beneath your skin.

"You really wanna get me fired, don't you?" you joked.

"that's the last thing I want" he shook his head "how else would I get to see you?"

"well there are other ways," you said before you could stop yourself.

He smirked, and you noticed his eyes scanning your face "I know there are" he said "Maybe I should get to work on those"

and just like that, your heart stopped.

did he mean...?

You couldn't think about it, not now, you had an interview to carry on, or you were actually gonna get fired.

"You have to stop"

"stop what?"

"I can't interview you if I have a heart attack, Pedro" You smiled, and he reciprocated, his eyes playful and yet somewhat... adoring.

"You're right, I'll stop," he said "What's the first question, mama?"

this bastard.

__ __ __

"thank you very much," you said, ending the interview.

"thank you" he smiled, as the camera shut off and the cameramen slipped away after murmuring something to your ear.

You could hear all the other interviewers shout and call for him, but for some reason, he didn't move.

"You should go," you told him "They're all waiting to interview you"

"I know," he said as if it physically pained him "but first I wanted to do something I've been thinking of for a while now" 

"what's that?" you asked

"ask for your number"

You froze. Every molecule of your being stilled in shock.

"I-" you stuttered "a-are you serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"b-because you're Pedro Pascal"

He grinned "And you're y/n y/l/n, the most beautiful and charming woman I've ever met"

Your mouth couldn't help but to break into the dreamiest of smiles, and according to Pedro, the most breathtaking too.

"where?"

he frowned

"Where do I give you my number?"

he too, broke into a smile, relief washing over him as you accepted "here" he patted his pockets "Put it in my phone" he said, handing it to you.

You did, your fingers threatening to type wrong as they trembled.

"done" you said, giving it back

"I gotta go now" he sighed "but..."

your eyes shot up to his

"please don't change your mind sweetheart" he begged

"wouldn't dream of it" you promised, earning a big smile, as he backed away into the crowd on the carpet.

You put your hands on the metal fence in front of you, exhaling deeply as you let your head fall between your shoulders.

did that just really happen?

Did I finally go completely crazy?

And then, just as you were about to accept your fate as a soon-to-be psychiatric hospital patient, your phone dinged.

Two new messages from an unknown number lit up the screen.

-hey mama

-so do you have plans for tomorrow night?

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Fuck why am I even considering this??? I've already completely destroyed my tits. I don't know what I was thinking! They were so big and soft and fun to play with. I fantasized every day about getting them mangled and chopped up, cut to bits! Men absolutely loved them, I couldn't go out without guys grabbing them and having some fun, which I always encouraged. I was a OO-Cup, it would've been selfish for me to keep them all to myself and not let them grope me wherever I went. But in the last couple months before my reduction I started asking the men how they'd feel if I got my tits chopped off. Some reacted in horror, others told me they'd love to see my breasts get destroyed in many creative ways. I wanted to indulge some of those fantasies, and boy did I ever when I was alone at night... but I had to be somewhat reasonable and just ask for a reduction by a professional surgeon and not some TikTok dude chopping off girls' boobs in his garage for cheap.

Nope! I proved I still have some control..... even though my breast destruction fantasies had totally consumed my life. It started to be all I'd talk about. If I saw a big breasted girl I'd tell whoever I was with she'd look awesome if she had her boobs chopped off. I did the same with women in the restroom, I'd tell them I'm doing it and they should totally go flat. I think I convinced like twenty some girls to have their boobs reduced or totally removed..... I feel like a total freak for doing it but it turns me on to no end. I even confided to my surgeon that I was going down to a B-Cup because the thought of 'ruining' my breasts was my biggest turn on. He assured me I was far from the first girl to say that. But he warned me I'll still be greedy and want to have my perky little B-Cups cut off....

Everything was fine for like three months. I loved showing off my new, although very scarred boobs. I never wore a bra. Soooo many girls asked me who my surgeon was and complimented 'what an amazing job he did', like it was this huge accomplishment that I paid a man to cut apart and maim my breasts, then throw most of them away in the trash. I encourage every busty girl I see to get a reduction, even if they're only a DD. I love showing my before/after pics and watching their jaws drop. I wish I wasn't so turned on by this! It's amazing how many girls with big 'perfect' tits you can easily talk into getting a reduction or even double mastectomy. You just have to tell them they'd be so much hotter without those big bouncing weights dragging them down. My favorite was calling their breasts 'excess fat', that always did the trick. Or if they had big fake boobs I'd tell them they'd be so much prettier without all that plastic stuffed in their breasts. Even if their implants were glamorous and looked natural I'd tell them they should really have them yanked out, since they're so unflattering.....

Then one day I slipped up. I told a girl with gorgeous JJ-Cup boobs that I went down to a B-Cup and she totally should, too. She agreed and said she'd been considering it for ages and I gave her the push she needed! But I added after that, 'I'm still thinking of going smaller'. She seemed surprised but told me good luck and she said I'd look hot totally flat chested. So I started telling more women I was thinking of going flat...... Guess what? I'm having the rest of my boobs removed on Monday! I know, they look so cute and I do really like them, but I also loved my OO-Cups..... Fuck I can't believe I'm going to completely chop them off. The really perverted thing is.... all I can think about is how much easier it'll be to convince more girls to go for double mastectomies and just pull the Band-Aid and get their boobs chopped off completely. I'm already salivating just thinking of all the big fat titties I'm going to get destroyed with my friendly advice.....❤️"

[lakesbian]

should comment on the first (<- optimistically hoping there will be more) lamb interludes too

i like ashton so far i think it's fun to add another more Noticeably Alien Freak lamb. kindof autistic to be a fucked up biohorror lab experiment that doesn't know how to imitate people yet and consequently has no volume control & errs on the side of speaking too softly instead when you think about it.

the effect of him constantly vividly imagining peoples heads exploding for fun may be somewhat lost on me because i'm like well he's not hurting anyone so good for him.

the nonhuman visual perception was fun to read about i liked that

it has sadly occurred to me while writing this that the next time we see him it's gonna be timeskipped so far ahead that he'll be a Normal Boy and i won't get to enjoy the development phase, which seems like it should be the appeal of adding a new little vat boy to the team

his interlude segment portrays jamie 2 as a bit of an older sister. this is a win for me.

helen thoughts:

best interlude so far hands down because helen is special. one of the best Scenes At All Ever so far hands down because helen is special. it is so EXTREMELY effective to show her away from the lambs for the first time and have her casually remind that the personality she's been displaying for most of the book is an entirely calculated act for the lambs' benefit, and even the glimpses beneath it they've been getting had a heavy dosage of acting involved in the presentation. utter fucking Crocodile of a girl. it's so good

it's also extremely fucking funny for helen to be told to stop acting and respond by standing up and going "i want to gore that guy over there. Sexually."

specifically a big fan of how it's explicitly belabored that she stands up during the interrogation because she's no longer acting. like, the idea that even the most basic level of expected human behavior that would seem common sense exists only because of an act, and immediately ceases if the act does, replaced entirely by some reptilian Thing who stands up and states desire to crawl murderously into someone's mouth--that's really fucking good. and then the act goes back up and helen the Thing remains lying there underneath.

not directly from the interlude but i thought it was cute when sy explained to her that she was possibly feeling loneliness. if i was mary i would treat helen right...reptilegirls need hugs too...i would let her cuddle with me at night like a weird cat...

gordon:

i like him but he's very simple and overshadowed compared to more special individuals like helen. i'm sorry gordon

i do think it's SO fucking funny that he unironically mentally gets worried and compares him thinking mary is hot to helen talking about wanting to crawl into peoples skin and shit. teenager experiencing normal levels of teenager feelings and being like oh NO im some sort of weird intense freak pervert of the earth. like no man youre just a teenager youre gonna be okay buddy. well, you're not going to be okay, but that's for reasons unrelated to being attracted to women. that part is normal and fine.

it's nice to have confirmation that gordon is mind beaming "holy shit please shut the fuck up" at sy just as often as sy is mind beaming it at him. not that we needed it to know, given that sy receives the mind beams 95% of the time minimum (and elects to ignore them almost as often)

i like the bit abt him being a segmented stitched-together person made from composite parts & his feelings also being sort of metaphorically processed as composite parts he can pick and choose from to engage with. griffon boy...

we should kill the duke

we should kill the baron

we should kill the duke and the baron

mary: unfortunately theres not so much to say about this one because she spent 65% of it vividly imagining how she could murder people. love you mary

lillian:

it was fun to see how sy looks from someone else's perspective and then find out what the fuck he was actually doing next chapter. and like just in general fun and convincing to see how she reads him without being privy to the one million insane things he's thinking at any given second

i have to confess i was bad at actually thinking a lot about lillian during this one. one of my main thoughts was "oh good we finally have more detailed description of how sy looks." wildbow novels are cool because you have to wait until one fucktillion words in to find out that a character has long eyelashes. adding that to my list of mental notes for drawing sy

detailed descriptions of how sy kisses lillian (extremely real and true and in character for him by the way you know he was doing a death note monologue in his head about his methodology) made me remember that im going to have to read the lesbian sex scene that fails the bechdel test at some point because mary tries to imitate it and then i went 🙁and had to try to stop thinking about that.

[squarebracketsmileyface]

The gender exploration fic officially has a name now :D

It's gonna be "My Girl, My Girl, My Girl (You Will Be)" because Tim's Girl, Jay Will/could Be (eventually, they're working towards it slowly 💀) or just MGx3 (cos MG times 3 lol) for short because that's a bit of a long name and I really can't be bothered to write it out a bunch of times all the time but yay :D

I'm planning out the plot outline and chapters at the moment, which is going vaguely well, tho I'm trying to keep some kinda storyline behind it as well as it just showing what Tim and Jay get up to in their free time through August to December (cough cough their sex life through that time period). Figuring out how to keep the MH side of the story rolling is a bit tricky, because looking at the actual, irl entries, not a lot actually happens in those four months 💀

Like, Tim and Jay fight over that tape and stop working together. Jay tries to attack Tim in his home and gets ziptied. Tim goes to Benedict hall and hoody helps Jay escape. Jay goes to Benedict hall. And then it's entry 80 and Jay's dying.

Like. So little happens across all the entries uploaded, but I don't want to give them much less time and just have it that the entries were uploaded really spaced apart after the events in them happened all at once, because I wanna write a whole bunch of smut for them lol. I gotta give Jam an excuse to not just go straight to Benedict hall pretty much immediately, because like, currently? What's stopping them? Literally nothing. They could go there halfway through August and still be as well prepared for it as they were in actual MH.

They probably did go earlier than the entries were posted in irl MH didn't they lol. But I need them to have those four months to be all happy couple together, I need itttttttttttt. I also need them to have those four months so Tim can learn a bit about IIAB and knock some sense into Jay's dumb little "woe is me I am nothing but the victim" brain and set him on the road to realising that what he did was very not okay even if he genuinely thought he was in the right/doing that Alex wanted him to do even at the sacrifice of his own comfort.

COS THAT'S A THING TOO, so much of Jay's pushiness and all that in IIAB came from a place of him genuinely thinking he was doing something for Alex rather than subjecting him to it.

It feels like such a fine balance to make sure Jay isn't irredeemable. He's not malicious with anything, he's just scared of losing people by not giving them what they want, and scared of not knowing what to do to not lose someone new.

Was it stupid for him to try the choking thing with Tim when the first time he tried it caused the breakdown of his and Alex's fwb relationship? Yes. It was so fucking stupid. But Jay was scared and hey either it was going to be fine, or it'd drive Tim away rather than letting him be the one to leave and Jay was still rather in the mindset of thinking Tim would leave him at some point and he couldn't stand the thought of that. It'd be much less painful if he drove Tim away.

He still kinda thinks that honestly.

Doing that kinda thing to get what he wanted from Alex had worked and been 'fine' every time up until Jay actually put himself in harms way with it. So like, he didn't exactly put two and two together while he was freaking out a bit with Tim.

Also with how it went with Alex that last time, Jay was still vehemently ignoring that he was even somewhat at fault for that fwb relationship ending. Sure he knew he'd done something wrong, but he refused to figure out exactly what and actually think about what that meant for himself. Alex never told him what he did so it was a lot easier to blame Alex and hate him rather than actually look at himself and his actions. It was also easier to think of it more as Amy taking Alex away from him, or poisoning Alex against him than to think that he was actually the reason for Alex finally telling him to fuck off.

No one wants to think they've done that. No one wants to think maybe they pushed for something someone doesn't want to do a little too hard, and really really hurt that person who they care about deeply.

Then there's the whole thing that a lot of what Jay did in uni, he also wasn't super comfy with? He was just so completely convinced it was what Alex wanted because of all their previous interactions. Then he got it so in his head that when Alex said he *didn't* Jay just couldn't wrap his head around it and assumed Alex was making *himself* uncomfy in order to try and cater to Jay's crush on him, and Jay much preferred being uncomfortable himself than making Alex uncomfortable.

And that's what he saw it as. He saw it as him sacrificing his own comfort for Alex's a lot of the time. Like, yes. He enjoyed the rougher sex and all that and they had a lot of times that I haven't actually specifically written where they just had fun with it and enjoyed it a hell of a lot. Most of their uni relationship wasn't bad. Most of their uni relationship was just kinda fine. Not great, neither of them were completely happy with it, but it wasn't the level of toxic that it could be all the time.

[mx-myth]

So here's the mlc pacific rim au finally (told in bullets because that's usually how I do things when I'm not frantically typing and instead frantically writing on sticky notes)

(Titled "mlc pacific rim aka drift au" funnily enough)

Lxy and dfs who were rivals during Jaeger training

By the end they learn they're extremely drift-compatible but due to a freak event where they have to emergency-pilot a Jaeger lxy gets an injury that makes him permanently unable to pilot forever

Dfs also gets injured badly but not as severely and does recover after a few years

But no one for the next several years is drift-compatible with him so he just. Stays at the dome

He's a stellar pilot (aced all of his training) but everyone knows him as the man who is rapidly leaving his prime piloting age (which I'm somewhat making up. Think of it like how athletes have a "prime" age)

Lxy becomes a pilot trainer at the dome and he and dfs do become friends eventually but the bitterness of what they could have been always tinges their relationship

But a few to several years later fdb shows up for Jaeger pilot training. He's very good, though his file is all about how sickly he was as a child (lxy likes him and thinks he's quite promising - "He reminds me of us, feisheng")

They do a preliminary drift-compatibility test in the class at one point and it turns out fdb is compatible with exactly no one in the class. Lxy observes how much it depresses him and how he throws himself into his training as a result of it (lxy: "he reminds me of you, feisheng") (dfs, who at this point still hasn't seen fdb yet: "fuck off")

(Little do they know that the reason fdb wants to be a Jaeger pilot so badly is because he saw the Jaeger Lotus Tower save his home city live on TV when he was in the hospital. Something something lxy and dfs gave him a reason to live)

Dfs assists lxy in one of his classes because he's curious about this boy lxy talks about sometimes (he complains about all of his students but when referring to fdb he always ends up praising him a little, which dfs notices) and

Dfs, literally vibrating: xiangyi. I'm going to fight him

Lxy, who has also wanted to do that since forever: lol just don't kill him and stay in the sparring ring

(It is a beautiful match. Dfs hasn't felt this alive since he was in the drift with lxy. Fdb hasn't felt this alive since he saw Lotus Tower on TV)

(Not that he knew that it was dfs and lxy who saved him. Not that he knows that now)

Lxy notices how they seem to click and Meddles(TM)

(He's resigned himself to a future devoid of the passion and youth of his past. But he won't let dfs rot away too)

So the next time his class test drift-compatibility he drags along dfs

Dfs digs his heels in and is like. Xiangyi. Why am I here. These are Kids.

Lxy: "you'll see. Fang duobing, come here"

Basically he whips out a stack of paperwork and launches into a spiel of how he petitioned the higher-ups for an opportunity for dfs and fdb to test their drift-compatibility as he shoves them into the testing unit)

(It is, perhaps, the moment when fdb begins to look at lxy like he hung the moon)

(It is, perhaps, the moment when dfs finally sees a bit of the old lxy return)

Fdb and dfs turn out to be just as drift-compatible as lxy and dfs once were (and still are.)

They begin training together. Dfs feels alive again. Fdb feels like he's finally living properly

Lxy has another one of his Hunches(TM)

When they complete partner training and are now certified co-pilots he smugly presents them with a repaired Lotus Tower (who has basically when sitting in what amounts to the Jaeger garage for years). Dfs has the hugest smile on his face ever. Fdb cries

(This is mildly alarming for the two of them. Lxy and dfs have no idea how he loved (loves) the Lotus Tower and loved (loves) them as the ones who gave him a reason to continue living)

(Fdb tells them how the Lotus Tower and her only pilots saved his life. Dfs and lxy are stunned)

(Yes, Lotus Tower was built for them. They were her only pilots. They had no idea that the only time they had ever piloted - the only city they had ever saved from destruction by kaiju - would have such a huge impact on anyone, much less that they would ever meet anyone they had saved)

Lxy: "duobing..."

Dfs: "xiangyi." (What he doesn't say: tell him.)

They tell him. Fdb cries even more. He hugs then. Maybe he even kisses them. (He loves them. He loves them so much. He loves them as the pilots of Lotus Tower who saved his life. He loves them as his new co-pilot and his instructor. To find that they're one and the same - is it not fate?) (He can't believe that he'll be Lotus Tower's third pilot; this must be a dream. He loves her too)

(By the way. Huli Jing is lxy's dog. They go everywhere together. She is Constantly Underfoot Being Adorable. Fdb brings her treats during his classes)

Extra stuff I'm making up RIGHT NOW

Lxy and dfs held onto their drift as long as they could. As a result it never completely fizzled out (does the drift ever leave, after all? Do you ever lose that kind of connection?). Once they both recovered fully from their injuries they drifted properly in the testing units at every chance they got (it was a trapping of co-dependency) (it was also the sort of thing to get lxy barred from any promotions and permanently confine him to be an instructor) (Not that he ever wanted to move up. Not that he ever even cared). By the time fdb comes around they're only stealing drifts a couple times a year

Lxy and fdb are also just as strongly as drift-compatible. They're able to very tangentially feel each other through dfs. Dfs gets tired of seeing fdb wince when lxy stubs his toe (often)/lxy grab his water when fdb burns his tongue eating too fast and shoves them both in a testing unit. Lo and behold.

(All this results in is that they start playing video games that use technology that essentially is just a baby drift. They play a mystery/crime thriller story game set in historical China and fdb and lxy get really competitive over who can solve the cases first. Dfs just wanders about enjoying the graphics and occasionally being the Owner of the Braincell and less often acting as the cannon they point at npcs because he chose the warrior-type character with a bad reputation) (Yes it's mlc as a game)

Dfs and lxy shared a cabin as co-pilots but now live separately in two of the permanent suite residences in the dome. Fdb gets one on a technicality of "Well your co-pilot is refusing to give up the nice cushy lodging we gave him"/"Oh your mom is actually rich from inventing and patenting a bunch of the technology we use you can have a suite too" (that's how lxy and fdb find out fdb is kind of a rich boy) (but he spends more time in lxy's rooms or dfs' anyway)

[azurethevampire]

Would you write for victor Sullivan and Nathan Drake, maybe with the reader too who’s Nathan’s younger sister but also very close to sully. I thought for a prompt there could be a father daughter dance at school but obviously she has no one to go with but sully’s just like “obviously I’ll go with you’ instead because he’s like the father she (they) never had :,) (also I have not played the game only watched the movie but do with it what you will of course!)

Just as a heads up that I have no freaking idea how these types of dances work in reality 😂

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“I got an interesting email from your school today.” 

You and your brother had been working in silence for the past half an hour, Nathan making dinner preparations and you focused on your homework. Your brother’s words made you frown and lift your gaze up at him as your mind was quickly processing what he had said. What reason would your school possibly have for emailing your brother? You hadn’t skipped any classes or got into any other trouble as far as you knew. Something in Nathan’s tone told you the email couldn’t be about your grades either – which were just fine in your opinion. 

“Oh?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me there is this dance event coming up?” 

Your fingers, which had been playing with your pencil, halted. In fact your whole body froze for a moment, before you got a hold of yourself. 

Then you shrugged, and turned your attention back to your homework. You didn’t want to look at your brother. “Didn’t think of it as a big deal since I’m not going.” 

"What? What do you mean you're not going?" 

Shit. He wasn't about to drop this, was he? You all but slammed your school books closed. "If you don't know what those words together mean, maybe you shouldn't have dropped out of school." 

"Hey!" Nathan sputtered for a moment, giving you time to gather your books. You were about to leave the kitchen, planning to close yourself to the guest bedroom you and your brother shared at Sully's apartment. It'll be temporary, Nathan had said to both you and Sully a month ago when he had first suggested the idea to the older man. Honestly, you think the only reason Sully agreed was because you had become somewhat of a soft spot for him — which he will deny vehemently, if asked. At first Sully had said Nathan could stay where the fuck he wanted and you could stay with him as long as needed. You still weren't sure if he had been joking or not but you and your brother both had moved in with him a few days later.  

A hand around your arm stopped your escape plans. 

"But you love these kinds of things and the dancing", Nathan said, his tone indicating that he had switched to his puzzle solving state of mind. You wished he wouldn't do that. Sometimes – you could admit as much as that – it was useful your big brother could fit strange pieces together and form the truth from seemingly unrelated scatters of information. But when Nathan tried to solve you? His little sister who was on the threshold of adulthood and preferred some things out of her brother's let alone guardian's knowledge? Times like these made you wish Nathan could stop hunting the truth for once. "Why wouldn't you go?" 

Suddenly fed up with this conversation, you yanked your arm away from your brother. "Because it's a stupid father-daughter dance!" 

Nathan blinked. "So? I have gone to one of those with you before, I can come again." 

You stared at your brother. How could he be so dense?! 

"You're not my dad, Nate." 

Nathan flinched at that. "I'm not… I didn't–" 

"You're my big brother and I— I don't want to be that kid again who goes to a father-daughter dance with their brother." 

Nathan didn't say anything for a while, he just looked at you, studied your resolved expression. He lifted his hands up, palms towards you. "I get it. Your decision." 

Your shoulders slumped and you let out a relieved sigh as discreetly as possible. You had been afraid there would be more of a fight, because Nathan had this stupid idea that you shouldn't miss a single thing related to school life and memories you could make during your school years. You were glad you were wrong this time and Nathan gave up. 

"Do you wanna go?" 

"What?" You turned on your heels to face Sully —when had he come in? 

"Jeez, kid, don't make me repeat myself", he grumbled, perfectly aware you had heard his question the first time. 

"I– yeah. But I won't go with Nate so that's it." 

Sully's expression changed into something thoughtful. Then he shook his head, went to his liquor shelf he had in the living room, took a bottle and started pouring a glass. 

You glanced at your brother, eyebrows raised in question. Nathan shrugged but frowned and kept glancing at Sully while stirring the stew he was cooking. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this", Sully's quiet words snapped your attention back to the man. You didn't think he had intended those words to be heard by you.

"I will go with you." 

Your mind took a moment to process those words. Surely you had heard wrong. There was no way Sully of all people had said he would go with you to a school dance. 

"Oh stop looking at me like that before I changed my mind. You don't want to go with your brother, so how about an uncle?"

"Are you dead-serious?" 

Sully grimaced at your choice of words, him not liking the expression. "I am, but I'm starting to regret ever offering so in about ten seco—"

"Yes!" You hurried to say. "An uncle would be fine. Thank you, Sully." 

"Thank me after I have gotten through the night in one piece", the man told you and you laughed. In your chest, you felt warmth spreading. Even if Sully insisted on the uncle thing, for the first time since you could remember, you felt like you had a father in your life.

[spaceyflowerswriting]

request by @gold21101 !

a new me... kind of (hyeonsu lee x reader)

details: fluffy oneshot, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and hyeonsu are best friends, this takes place after jinho gets arrested

summary: hyeonsu opens up for once.

a/n: thank you for the request :]

fyi a lot of this characterization is made up since hyeonsu's just a side character with little screen time but i wanted to develop(?) him so... either way, i hope this can still be enjoyed !!

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"Fucking hell..." Hyeonsu groaned and turned away the second you walked into the hospital room.

You scoffed, strolling in with a small smile. "Your best friend comes here to visit you and this is how you react?"

He glared at you before trying to hide his face behind his hands. "It's embarrassing as fuck having you visit me. I got stabbed and went down in barely a minute. Meanwhile that stupid god damn bowl haircut loser kicked that gangster freak's ass."

You rolled your eyes and pulled over a chair to sit by Hyeonsu in his bed. "Okay, and? The only reason you were there in the first place was because you were getting paid. I'd say that's even more embarrassing because everyone else was there for justice, revenge, or whatever."

"Wow, fuck you."

You burst into a small fit of laughter, replying, "You didn't deny me." He swore at you again while you hummed. "Yeah, yeah. Anyways, how are you feeling? You've been ignoring all my texts."

He huffed. "I didn't want you to visit so I ignored you hoping that would make you leave me alone."

"Clearly you don't know how our friendship works."

"Whatever, dumbass." Hyeonsu finally lowered his hands and turned back to face you. "Also, I'm feeling fine. I wanna get the hell outta here but the doctors are sayin' I should stay one more day so they can make sure my body's recovering normally or something."

"Well, at least you feel okay." You offer him a smile and he barely returned it.

"Yeah." He added more quietly, "Emotionally, though? I don't know if I'm gonna recover."

"That bad? Never heard you bring up your emotions like that before." For once your tone is somewhat sympathetic.

Hyeonsu went silent, his expression unreadable. It stayed like that for a long while. Usually you would've mocked him, but considering what he just went through, you held back. Worry slowly filled you up as the silence dragged on.

It wasn't until nearly a whole minute later he finally spoke up again.

"Since I'm already embarrassing myself being here, it wouldn't hurt to add to it, huh?"

You only tilt your head to prompt him for more.

He sighed heavily. "Look, I already know how stupid this sounds, but I just want to say I've been thinking about... me. And... I feel weird."

"Go on."

Hyeonsu made vague motions with a hand before having it fall with a "thump" by his side as he sighed again, but more harshly. "Nevermind. It's too stupid."

You push him with, "Hyeonsu, come on. You've told me all kinds of stupid shit before already."

"Ugh. My pride is on the fucking line."

"Then let it out so I can smash it to bits. You'll have space to remake your pride then!" Your reply is responded with a not-very-light punch to the arm. "Ow!"

"Will you take me more seriously if I say I'm having an identity crisis instead?"

"Huh?" The words catch you so much by surprise you could almost ignore the stinging in your arm.

He turned, almost violently, just before you could see his expression. "Yeah. Exactly."

"Embarrassing to say out loud?" you finished for him.

A tense silence fell over the both of you. You suddenly felt awkward, unsure of how to best proceed, but eventually you carefully ask, "What's making you feel like that?" He doesn't answer immediately, and you take the small moment to go back to wincing at your arm.

"I don't fuckin' know. I mean, I do, but..." Hyeonsu groaned, slapping a hand over his face and dragging it down. "It's..."

"Yeah..."

"Want me to guess?"

He turned to look at you just to deadpan. "No, that'll only make me feel more stupid because I know you're gonna say some dumb shit."

You snickered. "Then just say it. Maybe even whisper it, if that helps you feel like you're not announcing something embarrassing to the world."

He thinned his lips, taking your words into consideration, but then shook his head. "You know what, I'll just say it." Hesitance, a dramatic pause. "Me getting my ass beat." Your jaw dropped immediately while he threw his hands up in the air. "There, I fuckin' said it." Once his hands fell back down, he glared at you. "Pick up your damn jaw."

"My bad, I just--" You sputtered over yourself. "Are you--are you being serious? Getting your ass beat is giving you an identity crisis?"

"Don't say it together like that, I'm realizing even more how stupid this sounds."

"I mean, it does sounds funny, but I wanna understand. What's going on?"

"Look, you think I know? I just feel fucking stupid about it," he scoffed.

"I'm telling you, Hyeonsu, this is why dudes like you need to explore your own emotions and be able to vocalize them better instead of just being angry all the time."

"Not this shit again..."

"Okay, sorry, I'm being serious though." You reach a hand out, touching his forearm. "And as your friend, I want to understand and help you get through this, but I can't help you if you can't express it to me." A smile formed on your face as you noticed him relax a little under your touch despite his knitted brows.

"Fine. I guess it's..." He looked off to the side. "I never really thought I was the strongest person in the world, but I did think I was the best around at least. Clearly, I'm not."

"And...?"

"And it's making me think I shouldn't be walking around the way I do." He sighed harshly. "Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not suddenly some insecure loser, I know I'm still better than most people but it just sucks knowing there's people out there who can kick my ass." His eyes dart upwards in thought. "I guess what I'm trying to say is the part of me that thought I was the best got fucked up, so now I don't know what that leaves me with. Am I even THE Hyeonsu Lee if I'm just some guy who can get beat up?"

Slowly, you nod. "So your 'I'm the best!' thing got shattered and you don't feel like anyone without it?"

"I guess. Fuck if I know."

A feeling of pity ran through you at his confession, but you tried not to show it, knowing that would only make your friend mad. "Hm... do you have any plans on what to do about it?"

Hyeonsu shrugged. "Mind my own business more? I don't know. Can't walk around like I own the place now that the two times I've gotten my ass handed to me are both recorded and are online forever."

"Well... minding your own business more seems like a nice idea," you tried to say with encouragement.

Hyeonsu shrugged again, his expression still blank.

You forced a smile and changed the topic. Maybe it'd take off any embarrassment he was feeling. "See? Talking about your feelings wasn't so bad, right?"

You chuckle while Hyeonsu rolled his eyes. "Only 'cause it's you. But that does remind me of another thing."

"Yeah?" You lean in a little, amused when he backs off just as much with what appeared to be a somewhat embarrassed scowl.

"It's about you. Aren't you embarrassed to be friends with a guy who got his ass beat?"

For the second time, your jaw almost dropped but you managed to replace it instead with a breathy laugh. One that evolved into a small fit of giggles.

Hyeonsu slipped his forearm out from under your hand to cross his arms. "Oh, great. You're laughing."

"I-I'm sorry--" you try to reply between laughs, "It's just... wow, dude. This is the one thing you're ashamed of? Out of all things I could be embarrassed of being your friend for?"

You manage to dodge a slap from his hand on your arm while he snapped, "If you've got that many things to be embarrassed of, then why the hell are you my friend?"

Seeing his frustration made you attack back with comfort--in the form of a forehead flick. "Because I like you, you asshole."

He rubbed at his forehead until he registered your words and widened his eyes. Shock was written all over his face and you didn't realize what he was thinking until his cheeks began to turn slightly red.

"Oh. Oh my god. I didn't mean it like that." Suddenly, you felt as flustered as him, waving your hands around in an attempt to explain yourself. "I meant I like you because you're my friend!"

"...Right."

Was that... disappointment in his voice? You didn't give yourself time to mull over it, being still panicked by what you had just said, and continued on with, "If I didn't leave you for literally beating up people, why would I leave you because you got your ass beat? Do you think I was friends with you because you were strong? No, it's because you're fun to hang around!" Hyeonsu stared at you, his expression a pokerface and you tried to convince him with a joke, "What kind of person do you think I am, huh?"

Your smile grew strained as he broke eye contact. "So you don't care, huh?"

"Of course I don't care." You nodded for emphasis. "I'm just glad you made it out alive, especially with that creepy gangster guy. In fact, I want you to stop getting into stupid fights."

Hyeonsu's angry look quickly came back. "Hah, and do what? Start feeding stray dogs? Giving my seat up for old people? Pick up trash for fun?"

"That would be great, actually, but I'm not trying to turn you into a--" You hold up air quotes. "'Good person,' all I'm asking is you to pick your fights wisely." You gave him a cheeky smile. "I don't think you could even manage being a good person."

"Damn right." Finally, Hyeonsu laughed a little. After came a short, peaceful pause, but the silence is broken by him announcing, "Alright, I got it. You and I are still friends, and I'll tone down my attitude by a good 0.2 percent. I guess that way I can still be me."

Grinning, you take the chance to slap his arm back. "That's my man!"

"Ouch, fucker, that's the arm that got hurt."

"Oh, shit, sorry!" you quickly apologize, feeling bad until Hyeonsu burst into laughter.

"I'm kidding. You fell for such an easy trick."

You slapped him again, with a bit more force this time. "How am I supposed to know?! You're literally laying in a hospital bed!"

He just hummed in amusement before casually bringing up another conversation topic and you tagged along with a shake of your head. Before you both knew it, an hour had passed, and you figured it was time for you to head home.

"Besides, I promised a friend I was gonna study with them."

Hyeonsu waved you off. "Fine, go do your lame stuff."

Easily sensing the bitterness in his voice, you reach a hand out to pinch his cheek, lightly pulling on it. "Aw, you gonna miss me? Don't worry, I'll come back tomorrow!"

He grumbled and grabbed your wrist to stop your teasing. "If I see your stupid face tomorrow, I'm beating you up."

"Ooh, I'm so scared!" You pull away from his grip to hug yourself, pretending to shiver. When he held up a fist, you jumped back, laughing as you made your way to the exit of the room. "Okay, okay, I'm done!" You turned around to smile and wave. "See ya, Hyeonsu!"

His fist turned into a middle finger. "Bye, loser." You roll your eyes, about to turn again to leave until he said, "Also..." You look over your shoulder at him. "Thanks for sticking around." His cheeks flushed red as he muttered the words, and for a reason you weren't ready to confront, you felt your own cheeks warming up.

"You're very welcome." As you officially left the room, shutting the door behind you, you became painfully aware of how much your cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing. The warmth on your face only worsened as you recalled how much Hyeonsu was smiling and laughing with you, and then you thought about how he sounded a little disappointed when you said the two of you were just friends and--

"Nope, nope, nope, that's a problem for another day." You speedwalked down the hall, determined to make it home without bringing it up ever again.

Nonetheless, you were content to spend some good time with your best friend after making sure he was okay.

[eff-plays]

Ok so I have been trying to pinpoint why Hira goes for Astarion in the beginning and I think it's a combination of smaller reasons, instead of one big reason.

First one being that they're inherently curious, a bit of a nosy bastard, and as I mentioned before, a hot vampire elf who brags about his sexual prowess is either gonna be great or terrible, which is great in a different way. Bards are gonna bard, and bragging about sleeping with a pretty vampire elf is a fun tale at the very least. (Also, in their experience, high elves are among the worst races in bed, so this will be extra funny if the trend continues.)

Second, they're midly attracted to him, probably because of the belligerent sexual tension, which they assume is mostly one-sided. Out of all the people who proposition them at the party, he's the most appealing. Lae'zel seems fun but very intense and might break their spine, Gale is too nice to ruin, and Shadowheart just isn't their type.

Third, I think they don't realize how fucked up he is at this point, because he hasn't actually told anyone, obviously. They're just like "oh just another bad boy with a big mouth and a bigger ego, I've handled those before, nbd" so they don't expect to step into premium bullshit. It'll just be a one night thing and then they can move on.

Fourth has something to do with their backstory, in which they were betrayed by someone they thought was the love of their life, pretty much out of nowhere. So going for a guy who's an outright stated untrustworthy freak is like, cool, I know what I'm getting into, don't have to trust him with anything, especially not my heart.

As for why they go for him long-term? I don't think it's a conscious decision, actually. I think the romance interactions with him post-sex but pre-Araj can be read as somewhat platonic, or at least not overtly romantic. As I stated before, they don't have sex that second time in my headcanon, so Hira continues to sort of gently flirt with him but keeps things cool and doesn't do anything overtly romantic or sexual. But somewhere after the mirror scene and before the hug, Hiraeth realizes that Astarion is just a scared animal, hissing and scratching in self-defense, and sort of treats him like that?

They don't believe in perfect victims, and think he's fully within his right to be a huge bitch about everything, and that he's actually surprisingly functional for what he's been through. They can't even imagine 200 years of torture, so this guy being as, frankly, normal as he is, is a good sign that there's plenty to salvage in there. In his shoes, they'd probably be on a killing spree. So they think, ok, I'll just give him room to figure himself out, give him a nice cozy nook to feel safe in, and keep him fed (with my blood). Not fix him, but give him space to fix himself. If he does, that's great! They don't even consider that they might be together at any point.

He does give them plenty of glimpses that he's not just a little garbage man through and through, even if they enjoy him being a little bit garbage sometimes, so they find that they have a lot of gentle thoughts of him, particularly when after he's been vulnerable with them or struggled to find the words to accept their kindness, despite clealry wanting to. He tries to hide that he has any genuine emotions, but because they can tell he's lying, they know there's something to hide, and they want to see what it is.

So they keep treating him like an equal and a valued member of the team, hearing out his stupid ideas and considering his cringe opinions. Not because they agree, but because he deserves to be heard, even if he doesn't deserve obedience.

So when they give him that nice hug and he immediately takes their hand and says he likes whatever this is, they're genuinely taken aback like, what? Already? I mean sure, yes, let's try it out, but are you sure? I'm not really offering you anything extraordinary except my continued care and support, which I will give anyway.

(Good ending) Astarion acknowledges Tav's patience with and care for him in the final romance cutscene in the game, and I think that works as a motivatior for him, as well. I don't think Astarion always likes or agrees with Hiraeth's penchant for kindness or their silly little oath, but in the end, he understands, at least logically, that if they weren't this kind to others, they would also not be this kind to him. So them being a soft-hearted little idiot is a prerequisite for them being his soft-hearted little idiot, which means fine, he'll tolerate it, even if he'll grumble about it, even if their kindness is a waste sometimes. Like maybe he sometimes gets really jealous when they turn their bright sun of a smile on anyone but him, but he'll be fine as long as it's only for him at the end of the day. Ya know?

Haha anyway. I'm insane 💅💅💅

[oncegreatness]

— character info sheet.

(repost, don’t reblog)

name: Basil Karlo.

name meaning: Literally named after Boris Karloff and Basil Rathbone. Basil is a plant, also.

alias/es: Clayface, or Clayface I.

ethnicity: Mostly German and Indian-American [as a nod to Boris Karloff]. Other than that, we don't know specifics.

one picture / icon you like best of your character:

three h/cs you never told anyone:

I've said it on Discord forever ago so technically not cheating, but he is wholly immune to prion diseases. He simply out-mutates the prions.

Other voiceclaims I'd considered for him were Tony Jay and Tim Curry. Eventually I decided the vocal dissonance of having him be mainly voiced by Vincent Price was too good to pass up.

I've implied it, but he suffers from pretty bad Wernicke-Korsakoff syndrome, or wet brain disease, due to a lifetime of alcoholism. More on that here. It's bad, yes, but he has been convinced to try and get help.

three things your character likes doing in their free time:

Drinking. Dear god, drinking. It started off as a way to numb the pain of his nerve endings being on fire, but of course the 1900's just spurred on social drinking as a movement overall.

Providing snarky commentary on any situation ever. He revels in being a catty gay.

Just vibing NGL. Gotham is a very hectic place, and Basil is old as shit despite the powers offering a physical boost. Boy needs a break sometimes!

eight people your character likes / loves:

[main AU and in any AUs where I happen to write them both] Viktor Albrektsson Fries/Mr. Freeze. They're in an awkward polycule with Nora. Literal ride or die.

Sondra Fuller. The only child he doesn't view as a parasite, for whatever reason. Honestly, even I don't really know why he immediately latched onto Sondra. Perhaps it's because she reminds him of himself.

@enignoema he's quite fond of Riddler. Quite. It's genuinely rare people get beneath that exterior and tragically Eddie has captivated him.

Mary! @babydxhl :) best buds forever

Film Freak as a broad general. Fuck yeah, a loser who only speaks in movie references.

[NPC] Thierry Baudin. Arguably the first person he ever truly loved and wasn't just using as a means to an end. Baudin had a dark side to him, one he tried to only express in his camerawork.

@ people: yeah IDK interact with me more?? Shrug. My characters don't know a whole lot of people on the Tumblr side of things.

two things your character regrets:

Not killing his father.

At his lowest moments, the fact he wasn't the one who died. He managed to hide his having AIDS, as he was somewhat sickly to begin with.

one phobia your character has:

Being alone. He'll never cop to it, though. Who is he when he isn't performing? I don't think he knows; maybe he never knew.

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Tagging: @enignoema , @babydxhl ; whoever else wants, I'm going to bed in a bit and I have a literal single digit number of followers on this blog

[silentexplosive-diary]

2/4

I made something into another social event today, and stressed myself out.

My partner stayed over last night so we had all of today together. I thought, "Hm. We haven't been to a theater and seen a movie in a while, why don't we do that today?" So we went to go see the new Mean Girls.

So, just like everyone did with Barbie, I put on a little pink outfit and spent over an hour doing my makeup to make sure I looked perfect. As I usually do when it gets into my head that I need to make some sort of appearance for whatever reason.

And, as we were watching the movie, I just started seeing bits of myself in Regina and was getting uncomfortable. I was just talking to a coworker the other day about how if I wasn't in control of any situation my brain demands that I be in control of, I freak out. I gave her some examples like when I was a sophomore in high school taking a Latin class, I for some reason decided that I was just going to rule over the entire class. The teacher had a podium and a stool at the front of the room beside his desk, and I decided that that podium would be my desk. He would tell me to sit in a chair and I would just refuse until it wore him down enough and I got my way.

Looking back, I don't know why the hell I did that. The poor man was just trying to do his job and teach teenagers Latin. He didn't need to deal with me being dramatic and putting myself up on a pedestal publicly like that. But I did it anyway.

I also told her about how I got a certain series of books banned from my elementary school for somewhat starting a cult about the books. The teachers deemed it inappropriate behavior, I got in trouble, the books were banned from that school.

My coworker laughed, saying I've apparently always been a leader in life, and of course, I agree. I've done it with jobs, too. At no point do I start a job thinking, "I'm going to be the boss of these people someday." But that's usually what seems to happen. First job, I make manager in two years. Second job, manager in five months. Current job, not a manager yet but I am looked up to as if I were in a higher position than I am. I just somehow worm my way into that, and maybe that's just imposter syndrome happening, but it certainly feels like me just inserting myself into being in charge of some sort.

I used to even theorize and just figure I had a "dominant personality" or whatever the hell. Something about me makes me good at leading people and getting what I want in the end, for better or for worse.

And I was considering not even bringing this up, but it's in my brain. I was such a bitch in middle school as I was realizing this. I was on a fucking power trip. I'd been bullied a bit through elementary school, and about halfway through middle school, I was tired of it. I tried to make friends with this popular boy I had a crush on in sixth grade, and he was nice enough to me in class to make me think he could be my friend. Then he ignored me all throughout seventh grade when we didn't share any classes, so by eighth grade, I decided that I'd had enough of being walked on and ignored. His friends would always laugh at me that I was trying to talk to him and be friendly, and that pissed me off the most.

Eighth grade was also around the time I began modeling, so I was on a little power trip from that, admittedly. I was tall for my age and was used to the pageant scene for my area, and I knew a woman from church in the fashion industry that got me started on catwalks for local shows. I hated catwalks, by the way, and I worked with a designer that had such a shit personality that I quit after doing their show, only to start modeling again when I was 20, but I only did photo shoots then.

Anyway, I was cocky about being pretty enough to model at that young of an age and I was fed up with how I was being treated by my peers. I turned nasty to them. I completely changed my friend group to some semi-popular people, and I was just downright mean to anyone that wasn't in that group. It's honestly no wonder why they all left me when we started high school, and I had to start from scratch all over again.

I carried that poison into high school with me, too. I just remember thinking to myself that I had to walk in the hallways like I owned them, or I would never be taken seriously and I'd be back to being a weird kid and bullied. So, to prevent that, I became the bully for those years.

And I'd forgotten it all until I saw Regina George up on the screen acting almost exactly like how I acted back in those days. Snapping at whoever to do what you wanted, even if it was just to shut up. Giving out backhanded compliments with a smile. Teasing and poking and prodding people to their limits without any care in the world.

I sat in that theater beside my partner and I was terrified that they'd see the similarities between us. So terrified, they noticed my mood had changed after we left, so I just had to compose my perfected face for an hour and convince them I was fine.

Now they're driving back home and I'm up, still in my makeup, writing this.

I guess my fears in my head boil down to this: If I'm not perfect, then I am nothing, and if I don't step on others, they'll step on me.

Once again, it's tiring. It's exhausting. I hate seeing the worst in myself and everyone around me all the time. I'm really trying to change it.

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Forty One

Myrtle

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader

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The next morning you leave Atsumu asleep in bed to walk out and get some water. But when you get to the kitchen, you see Rhodes bent over the counter in almost the exact same spot Atsumu had you last night.

"Morning," you say as you enter the room. "Are you alright? You look tired."

"Jesus, is that really the first thing you're going to say to me?" he groans as he slides his body to sit up somewhat normally in his chair.

"Uh, what else am I supposed to say?" you chuckle, thinking he's just joking around.

"You're like dogs when you fuck. I could hear the two of you all. Night. Long."

You freeze upon hearing his words. You thought you had done a pretty good job at keeping quiet like Atsumu had asked you. But maybe that's why he wanted to bang the discipline into your body until four a.m.. 

"Sorry about that," you apologize. "I'll talk to-"

"Don't worry about it," he interrupts. "I'm used to stuff like that being a thousand times worse. I don't look like shit because of that, it's just hard for me to get used to sleeping in a new place, you know? Especially after a big move like yesterday's. I'll be fine in a few days, I just need to adjust."

"Okay, well if you need anything, let me know. There's a whole bunch of medicine in the bathroom if you ever need anything," you offer.

"Thanks, I know."

"Huh? You knew that already? But I never told you..."

"Y/N, where else would a girl like you keep her fucking meds?" he sighs. "I'll get you a new bottle of NyQuil, but that shit saved me last night."

"Well I hope that happened at least a little," you say as you walk around to the other side of the counter where your shirt from last night is still on the floor. You suppose Rhodes hasn't walked over here yet. Or maybe he just didn't notice. 

"You know what would be nice?" he begins.

"Hm?" you hum as you reach up for two glasses from your cabinet.

"Maybe you or Atsumu have a plan I can hang out with. Then we can have a noise competition. And maybe if I've got someone, it'll help me fall asleep," he says half-jokingly.

"Good one," you roll your eyes as you fill up the two glasses with water and pass Rhodes one of them. "But I think maybe once you start at the syndicate you'll be able to find someone for yourself."

"Someone who's your type," another voice adds. When you look over, you see Atsumu half naked walking into the room. 

"Got any pups in the syndicate?" he smirks at Atsumu.

Atsumu chuckles as he walks over to Rhodes. He shakes his head as he pats your new roommate on the back. "We didn't just fuck in the room last night," he vaguely explains before walking over towards you. "Morning, babe."

"Good morning," you smile as Atsumu kisses you on the cheek.

"Ah, god, you two are fucking freaks!" Rhodes complains as he stands up from his chair and backs away. "Is that why your shirt... Shit, I didn't think about it like that. Gross!"

You smile to yourself as Rhodes dusts himself off and walks over to the couch. "Is it okay if I sit over here or might I sit in something sticky?"

"Don't be gross," Atsumu shakes his head. "We clean up after ourselves."

Rhodes deadpans as he ignores Atsumu and looks at you. "It's fine," you tell him, unable to choke back your laughter. "You can sit there."

While Atsumu stays in the kitchen, you walk over to Rhodes and sit down beside him.

"So I guess it's going well between the two of you," he whispers. You smile as you look past him and see Atsumu attempting to work Rhodes' coffee machine.

"It's going really well," you smile at him. "I think so, at least."

"I'm sure he'd agree with that," he nods. "Safe to say he's already in love with you. Has he said anything yet?"

"No," you shake your head. "I don't think he wants to move quickly for obvious reasons."

Rhodes hums in agreement. "And what'd you do about the ring?"

"What ring?" you whisper, completely forgetting what he's talking about until it finally hits you. "Oh shit."

"Yeah, that ring," he whispers back. "Are you going to give it to Atsumu?"

"No way! I'll have to return it. I can't give him a ring I was planning to give to his fucking brother."

"And then what?" Rhodes shrugs. "You can't lie to him 'bout this shit. Does he know about it?"

"I don't know," you respond as you bite your lip. "I can't remember if I talked to him about it or not."

"You're terrible at this," Rhodes groans. "Fine, I'll help you. Here's what you've got to do. Step one, return the ring and get a new one. Make sure it's something that reminds you about Atsumu. Something that has nothing to do with Osamu at all. It's a completely different ring, remember that. Then, take him to Shinjuku Park. Have a talk with him there. You'll figure out what you need to say but it needs to come from you. I can't be the one to tell you what to say."

"Okay," you nod as you take in a deep breath to calm yourself down. "I got it. Thank you."

"What're you two whispering about?" Atsumu asks as he walks over and sits in a nearby chair, joining the conversation.

"Oh, Y/N was just telling me how shitty you are in bed. I told her maybe she should leave you for someone else. I heard Daisho is single," Rhodes teases.

"Shut up, that's not even funny," Atsumu snaps, sitting up in his seat.

"Calm down, he's only kidding," you intervene, laughing to yourself.

"Not funny," he pouts as he leans back. "You know if something isn't making you happy, you can tell me..."

"No, Tsumu, I promise it's not like that. We weren't talking about you. Let's just move on, okay?"

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⚠️My opinion on Mha ships that involve my fave character based on the cannon show⚠️

𝗶 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 Shigahaul and Chronohaul

So let's start; Personally I don't like ShigarakixOverhaul I'm sorry. When it comes to cannon I think that it is one of the most unhealthy things. If I had to think of it, I would say it's an arranged marriage that they had no say in. If Shigaraki DID catch feelings for Overhaul and vice-versa, I don't think they would be expressed well.

For starters Shigaraki's hate and shaping done by AFO would cause him to not actually know what "love" or "romance" actually feels like(at least I think so.) Meanwhile Overhaul might have a somewhat okay grasp on the subject just doesn't give a shit. He doesn't care. He cares mainly about the Yakuza and would rather let the Yakuza absorb his mind rather than "emotion".

If it was after his defeat but before, the forced amputation... it's worse. Much, much, worse.

It would be an extremely manipulative relationship, Overhaul only went with Shigaraki after talking and making a deal, unfortunately they didn't have enough time to cut off his arms before the heroes came. So they just went "Well, we can't take his arms; We'll just take the whole man."

You get where I'm going with this they're going to take his arms. Overhaul is like "wait maybe I can help you-" blah, blah, blah, etc, etc, whatever. So then they ask how Overhaul said stuff abt just wanting to se his dad, and then Shigaraki's like "hell yeah, manipulation point" So then he's like "stay under me and we'll let you see your dad" and overhaul is already desperate at this point so he's just like "fine, fuck it. I have nothing left to lose."

If it did get "romantic" at this point in time, I think Shigaraki wouldn't care or maybe treat overhaul like an actual member of the league(bare minimum like telling him pieces of plans, or going on stand alone missions but otherwise he is still mud on the bottom of someones shoe rank.) So then Overhaul might not even go by "Overhaul" at that point. I'm thinking maybe just resorting to his name. Not his last but maybe just "Kai" or smth like that idk. Kai has an abnormal loyalty to someone he hates, only for the promises of his father. So much so, that Dabi makes jokes about Kai being a gaurd dog. Which Kai scoffs at or rolls his eyes at.

Which doesn't sound too bad until you realize that Kai is here against his own will or want. If he did get romantic feelings towards Shigaraki, I feel like, he would convince himself it's Stockholm syndrome. Which it may be, but I assume it wouldn't be the best from there. Fannon representation is cute though.

Here is my second opinion, with Chronohaul. Personally I think that it's closest to cannon. However Overhauls neglectful personality is a bit of trouble. The reason he makes everyone wear a mask is due to the fact he thinks everyone is filthy. He doesn't want to breathe anyone's air. Him just wearing a mask was not enough, everyone around him was going to wear a mask too. I admit Chronostasis seems to be the only one that Overhaul will "tolerate" if someone like Nemoto or mimic told him the plan would probably fail, he'd kill them. No questions asked. Just, boom.

Which makes me think that at a certain level Overhaul does care for Chronostasis. So I guess it's closer to cannon.

If it did go romantic I think it would be angst. Like Chrono pinning for Overhaul and Overhaul not noticing until when they get separated, which then Overhaul freaking out "oh fuck what do I do" then surrenders willingly(?)

Let me explain; He goes with the heroes when they put him in the transport but then he starts asking shit like "if, your aide fell in love with you... and you liked them back, how would you fix it if it's too late?" Then they're just like "uhm- atone for your crimes??? I don't- I Don't know???"

Which Overhaul is now like, ok I can do this.

Here is where the story changes. Instead of lying complacent when the L.O.V takes his arms, Overhaul destroys his locks.(it wasn't shown to have quirk cancelation technology so-) With that everyone starts fighting Overhaul get's into a fight with Shigaraki and Dabi is like, just watching it happen. Compress is pissed. And the heroes(that aren't knocked tf out 😒) are just stunned. Then reinforcements arrive L.O.V ditches and Overhaul is cuffed again. But this time when they finish taking him to Tartarus they interview him.

"What the fuck was that?" Is what the heroes say, Overhaul tells them the conversation from the Transport. The heroes just kind of sit there with shock present on their faces. "O h." Then they're like "hey tell us where all the bullets are and we'll let you see that aide of yours." And then Overhaul's just like "okay"

The reunion of Kai and Hari is where we are now. Kai is ecstatic and Hari is wondering how the fuck he's being let out of prison. When he sees Kai's face with no mask he starts crying, "why did you get me, WE failed, I failed-" guilt, sad, etc. Etc. Kai then looks at Hari explaining that HE was sorry for not noticing his RESIPROCATED feelings sooner.

Hug, cry, kiss, and then the visits over. In this story they are still in their respective prisons; But they have higher chances at gaining freedom. The heroes still interview them and asked them about the L.O.V they're cooperative soooo. They'll be alright I think.

So that's how I feel take this while I work on writing OverNine content

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

big brother to the rescue.

BEN MILLER

TRIPLE FRONTIER. ┃ USEFUL LINKS.

❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! hope you're doing well :) i was thinking about a ben miller fic where when they're in the bar towards the beginning the reader is there with her friends and the boys push benny to talk to her bc he's getting distracted from conversation by her across the place. thanks a ton 💖

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❝ a / n: if you'd like to read a second part, lemme know! don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i’d really appreciate it!

“C’mon, little brother. She’s been looking at you the whole night”. Will says palming his back, after catching him distracted for the third time.

“Go, before I do”. Frankie challenges him with a petty smile, knowing it’s going to be enough to force the boxer to take the step.

Taking a deep, deep breath, finding in that gesture the encouragement he needs, Benny goes straight to you, waiting for the bartender to serve you another beer.

At first, you don’t notice his presence, until the unknown guy stops by your side leaning too over the bar. You two cross your gazes, sharing a soft smile that makes your knees tremble. The blonde looks really good, but for some reason, you have the feeling that he could be an idiot, so when he throws at you one of those horrible pickup lines, you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“I’m gonna give you advice. Don’t hit a girl like that”. You just reply with a chuckle, referring to his words.

“I’m more into hitting men”.

For a second, where you were about to leave with your drink, you squint at him having a sip and trying to understand the meaning of his affirmation.

“I box, professionally”.

“Oh…” You nod your chin, puckering your lips, showing him that this fact doesn’t impress him at all. “Congrats. Good luck in your next fight”.

Not giving him the chance to continue the talk, you come back to your table under the attentive looks of your friends, who are laughing at the poor guy and the gesture on his face. His brothers, on the other hand, have slapped their faces whilst shaking their heads disappointed. As soon as Benny joins him, Santi slaps the back of his neck, causing him to choke in his beer.

“There must be something wrong with my eyes, ’cause I can’t take them off you? Really, Benny? Really?”

The guys are laughing when Pope repeats his sentence, as Will puts an arm over his shoulders. “You’re lucky to have me… Big brother to the rescue”.

Anna nudges you, making you turn on your stool to watch a second guy walking towards you, very secure of himself. The only thing you wanted tonight was to have fun with your friends and seems it’s not going to be an option. Crossing a leg over the other and nailing an elbow on the table, resting your chin on your palm, you force a smirk when he offers you a kind smile.

“Good nights, ladies, sorry to interrupt. William, a pleasure”.

The man holds your free hand without asking for it to stretch it. Firmly. Like only a soldier would do —as your father does. He turns for a second to his friends, laying his oceanic and hypnotic eyes on you with a charming and funny grimace on his face.

“Sorry ‘bout my brother, you know... too many punches”. He has captivated your friends, who are gasping for him and the honeyed tone he’s using, covered by a raspy voice. “He has watched you looking at him and he was nervous, but he’s not a bad guy. Just a little asshole. But he’s worth it, believe me”.

“Okay”. You reply slowly, raising an eyebrow earning your attention little by little.

“He has begged me to not come, but I think you’re too smart to not have a date with him”.

“Your brother was right, you didn’t have to come. And you’re wrong, more or less. I’m very smart, but having a date with him doesn’t seem a very intelligent idea”.

“Got it. But he’ll be waiting for you at seven in Kaleo’s, tomorrow night”. A negative it’s not an option to the soldier, showing you his perfect white teeth in a huge smile clapping his hands before leaving. “Good night, ladies. Have a good time”.

Since last night, you've been debating with your friends if you should go to the date just to prove both men were wrong. Lucy would call you crying if you text her in case the guy is another idiot.

The first test is to see if he'd wait for you, arriving thirty minutes later than the hour William told you. Your heart can't help but race a little when you find the blonde boxer sitting on the hood of a black Mustang, in front of the restaurant. Wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans, he has both legs crossed and his hands laced over his lap. Head bowed down and a sigh escaping his lips as he checks the clock on his wrist. Poor guy, he's thinking you are not going to come.

You send a picture of him to the chat group where your friends are asking you if he's still there and, in less than a second, you receive a bunch of heart emojis from all of them. Keeping your phone in a pocket, as you tuck in your hands too, you begin to walk towards him. Step by step. Taking your time with a soft smirk curving your lips as you come closer and closer. Watching him texting someone too, you roll your eyes, imagining it's to some random chick to hang out with, due you have stood him up. Until you're almost leaning above his shoulder and you see he's texting his brother —who is very interested in knowing if you're there or not. You melt as he replies: “amma wait another thirty minutes, maybe there's traffic”.

“You can say to your brother I'm here”. You whisper into his ear, taking him by surprise and causing the boxer to jump off from the hood.

“Oh, fuck. You scared the shit outta m— Where you readin' my phone?”

“Nah, I've some witch in me”. You lie terrible, feeling goosebumps on your arms when his gesture changes suddenly.

A grin like a Cheshire cat decorates his face, offering you his phone as he pressed the small microphone in the bottom right corner.

“Hey, big brother, I came. I hope you weren't wrong”.

“I'm Ben, by the way”. He introduces himself as keeping his phone in a pocket, to offer you his right hand.

“(Y/N)”. You stretch it then, feeling a little nervous at his touch.

“So, this is the plan. We have a beer, and if you think I'm a freak, you can run away before dinner. No questions, no explanations. You just… leave”.

God, that's really sweet. He's nervous too and you can see in his blue eyes how scared he is if you really decide to disappear.

“Deal”. You accept, tilting your head to the restaurant.

A couple of minutes later Ben is sitting in front of you and the first thing that captivates your attention is the fact that he doesn't put his phone on the table. Living in the technology era, everybody keeps an eye on their devices. Constantly. But he's not like everybody. He wants to talk. Know about you. What you do in your free time, what you do for a living, what unveils you at night… And you talk for hours.

Ben tells you what pushed him to be in the army, why he decided to dedicate his life to boxing and he also jokes about how you could fix him up after his fighting. Something like a plan of the future. Together. As friends —as he points out to not make you feel uncomfortable, thinking that he is forcing you to have a relationship. You also discover that your taste in music and movies are very similar, just like your hobbies. And that makes you think about the fact that William will tell you “I wasn't wrong”.

The boxer gladly takes you home, not stopping your chat even when one of the two of you doesn't know what to say, Benny has shown you in some way he enjoys too much the sound of your voice though —how it goes a little higher when you're excited about something, how your throat vibrates when you laugh. And he's falling in love with the disgusted tic that wrinkles your nose when you don't like something, in a funny gesture.

You would die for staying together a little more, but you have obligations to attend tomorrow and your friends haven't ceased sending your texts asking you how it's going. As Ben stops his car next to your house, you sigh not knowing what to do —if just say bye, thank you, ask for his number, kiss him? Yes, you'd like to kiss him right now, but what does it say about you? Should you wait until the second date?

“Got a fight tomorrow night if you're free”. His proposition pushes you back to reality, turning at him on your seat while resting a shoulder against it. “You can invite your friends, mine will be there”.

“Your brother too?” You ask giggling, noticing the change on his grimace to somewhat underwhelmed because of your interest.

“Yeah, he will come”. Ben mumbles pressing his lips after nodding briefly.

“Ugh… Is he the kind of person who has fun saying I told you?”

Ben's gesture suddenly changes again. The shine in his blue deep eyes reappears and you provoke him a strong laugh when you furrow your nose like he literally adores.

“You've had a good night then?”

“Yes”. You don't hesitate to respond, leaning towards him to press your lips on his cheek with a loud kiss.

“See? He told you”. Ben can't help but make fun of you, earning a soft punch to his shoulder that makes him laugh one more time. “It's in the Holou gym, at seven”.

“Okay, I'll not forget it”. You reply, taking your phone and setting an alarm an hour before starting to have time to get ready. “Good night, Ben”.

“Good night, (Y/N)”.

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[tomb-bloom-noctem]

Were there any episodes in season 3 where you felt they could've been written better? I'm only asking because I had some ideas I wanted to share with people about fixing them since, to me, the season started becoming a mess around The Phantom and the Sorceress. And the episodes don't need to be outright bad, there could just be parts in it you didn't like.

Oof. I've been a bit loud and obnoxious about certain episodes for sure 😅 I'll try to briefly sum up a few.

Also I'm just gonna say, some of these are just I don't like what they did rather than any huge fundamental problems like the finale.

Also disclaimer. This is not an attack on anyone who likes these episodes! Nobody has to agree with me! If you like these episodes cool! Glad you got something out of it! This is just Tombs being a nit pick loud mouth.

Rumble for Ragnarok

I can't complain too much about this one as it was still entertaining. Norse is part of my heritage and I'm a fan of the mythology which was on full display this episode. My only real issue this episode is that the message gets a little lost at least on me. And then two is I think out of all the episodes this one is the one that could absolutely be thrown out without losing anything really important. Trade this episode for something different. Something more important.

The Forbidden Fountain of the Forever Glades

Scrooge's behavior and leaving Webby in the jungle was painful to watch. (Much as I don't like the finale twist, the twist actually makes this episode worse.) [Also so much for Goldie's "fresh start" when in Split Sword of Swanstitine later showed she once again attempted to double cross Scrooge. Yeah. Fresh start. Totallyyyy.] Goldie is a fun character and I can't hate her too much. The episode has its merits and definitely still think this episode should be around but Scrooge's behavior here really kills me. Thankfully at the end he does better but ugh. It's low on the overall ranking for me based on how he behaves and treats Webby.

New Gods on the Block

I actually really love this episode but Storkules was pissing me off too much 😂 Nit pick for sure. I love this himbo but got dangit he was making me so mad. I get it was kinda important for the overall plot but come on we got so little Donsy content that it was frustrating that he was so intrusive.

The First Adventure

Nit picking again. I think it's kinda random how in the span of a few hours a hard ass like Scrooge went from "my obnoxious niece and nephew" to "my heirs and beloved family." I guess it's possible but not a fan of that kind of writing. For me it would make more sense that they had several adventures or at least more time with them before they became "his heirs" in his eyes. Extreme nit picking on my part though, the episode isn't bad at all really. Also no Hortense and Quackmore. Yes they were named. (Or she was) No we never got to see them. Rude! This was actually a really good episode though overall again I just have some minor nit picks.

The Fight for Castle McDuck

Okay this one is also kind of a nit pick but it's more like based on the episode's timing. I think it is absolutely ridiculous that Webby "Knower of all things Clan McDuck" has no idea that a family of Scots fights a lot. I can somewhat forgive it though as she's young and isn't as familiar with this side of the family in the flesh. But it's so weird how this late into the show we're seeing this?? I think I would have liked this episode more if it had popped up earlier into season 3 rather than so late? It just was a kinda weird episode and not the most enjoyable but the timing I think made it worse. Also the no mention of Hortense again. Referring to Matilda as the youngest when that's supposed to be Hortense? It's really not the worst episode. It just feels a bit off to me and again to me mostly the timing of it. Could have been better, could have been worse.

How Santa Stole Christmas

THROW THIS EPISODE INTO THE FUCKING GARBAGE. HATE HATE HATE IT. THIS ONE ACTUALLY MAKES ME RAGE.

This episode is actually worse for me than the finale. Literally I consider this episode the worst in the series. I just hate it!!!

I hate that this episode was about Scrooge and Santa. I really don't give a fuck why Scrooge hates Santa and this story in no way compelled me. (Also why was Scrooge and Santa's dialog weirdly shippy??? Thanks to this episode got another huge NOtp, "scranta" is gross, sorry, hate it. Absolutely cannot board that ship at all, I have the tag blocked.) I see absolutely no reason why this was the story we got when there was literally an option to follow up The Last Christmas now that Della was finally home????? MISSED OPPORTUNITY!!! I hate the weird crazy ass capitalist message going on throughout the episode, I get Scrooge is a capitalist himself but he didn't change from this episode? He walked away from Jennifer's obvious poverty life and went "ah as long as she's happy" instead of I don't know, maybe a message about helping the less fortunate??

Look maybe I'm just bitter from my own life. I've lived in extreme poverty my whole life. My parents home has literally looked so much liked the ruined place Jennifer lived in during the episode. And I live in Alaska so I KNOW COLD. I know how it feels to go cold for days on end, no food, no water, nothing. Extreme poverty. Scrooge could have done something. He wasn't like Donald who doesn't have much either. He's a freaking billionaire. He could have helped. And instead the message he walked away with is "if you're happy life is fine" or something. Whatever the message that was supposed to be from this episode is completely lost on me because all I see is a miserable rich old miser who hates letting kids have fun and won't help someone in need. Absolute garbage episode. I really wish they had instead just followed up on The Last Christmas. Or had some kind of family centric episode at least! I seriously fucking hate this episode so much. I would legit erase this episode if I could it is the WORST.

The Lost Cargo of Kit Cloudkicker

Nit pick again. Didn't love what they did with Kit. Okay I get the idea he grew up to idolize Baloo so he turned out more like him. It...wasn't great. Didn't like that much at all. Felt like they just tried to shove Kit into a DT87/DWD Launchpad mold. I didn't love that Baloo and Kit's relationship was mentioned weirdly casually? Like Kit called himself Baloo's sidekick??? Except in Talespin Kit calls him Papa Bear??? Also great, got another tag to block from this episode, the delkit ship. Not a fan, thanks.

Kinda weird for me with this episode I didn't really catch the meaning of it. To me it felt like the message was "defy expectations...by meeting them." It didn't really click and I kinda hated it for that plus the weird characterization of Kit. Actually I was on Twitter and someone was complaining about this episode and I responded in agreement and then FRANK REPLIED TO US 😅😅😅. Frank explained that the point was more of "if you're good at something, don't give it up" rather than "you can do anything you set your mind to" type message that appears a lot in kids media. (Also Frank please don't look at me when I'm criticizing the show 😂😂😂😂😭 I promise overall I do love it I'm just a loud mouth when I don't like something some times 😅)

After Frank explained that it did click a little better and I can see the message a bit more clearly. But I'm still not really in love with this episode like I wanted to be. I freaking love Talespin so that was a bummer. But as I've said a dozen times. I'm mostly nit picking my personal opinion.

The Life and Crimes of Scrooge McDuck

Another one I wanted to like more than I actually did. And mostly this boils down to Louie having to apologize to Doofus when Doofus is the one who's like some wild sociopath or something. I get it Louie hasn't been completely innocent towards Doofus. He did try to use him and con him but Doofus flat out has tried to hold him captive and torture and even kill him. Doofus' sins outweigh Louie's. Louie having to apologize to prevent the tension and all just...feels like victim blaming? This one is harder for me to describe why I don't like it and I think others have explained it better than me. I think it could have been better if Louie AND Doofus both apologized and agreed to start over and let what happened between them before be water under the bridge. At least this way they're equals? Maybe it wouldn't have been the best fix but I feel it would have been better than Canon. This one I don't want to call a nit pick. This one feels like there is something fundamentally wrong with it but I struggle to explain. Mostly other than that though I think the episode was fine. A little weird that the karma court scale needed to be told the villains hearts rather than able to just know them (mostly looking at the Ma Beagle one here) but that part is more nit pick.

And finally...The Last Adventure

I have things I love about it. The individual character moments. The references and call backs. The music. This finale was clearly made with love and care.

But that damn Webby clone daughter thing twist changes things. I know some people say it doesn't but to me it does! I feel it messed with the family dynamic and the characters in a needless way. I feel it didn't add anything to but rather did take away from. I don't wanna say too much on it as there's already been so much talk on it so in keeping it brief- not a fan, didn't like, why the hell, no.

The thing with Bradford kinda threw me off too. His logic and insistence on not being a villain made him so interesting. He was truly a villain to rival Scrooge. Then in my opinion he was pushed into a weird middle ground. He didn't feel like he completely abandoned what he previously stood on but also didn't go full villain either? I get a villain like Bradford isn't easy. The writers have to truly bring their all for someone like him. But Bradford suddenly getting armor and the Split Sword and becoming a battling giant was kinda ????? inducing. Threw me for a bit of a loop. I probably need to watch this episode a few more times before I finally settle on where I sit with the Bradford thing but at least at this time I just feel kinda mixed on it. Maybe I missed something there.

Other nit picks from the finale. Donald's writing was a little weird, he sounded like he was going on vacation but then Della said he was moving out and Donald talked like "well you have the boys and Uncle Scrooge..." it just really sounds like he's leaving the family?????????? Especially at a time like this? Rude! I mean yes somebody please get this man a vacation but the writing here left me kinda confused and there is no reason Donald would ever just leave and act like "oh well their mom is back so my work here is done." Nope. DADnald for life.

Lena and Webby never getting shown to have made up after their fight. I imagine the giving June and May the friendship bracelets kinda implies it but come on. Even just a hug would have been good. Also...why are they giving up their friendship bracelets??? Confused, not a fan.

And also...in addition to the Clone twist, I really don't love that April, May, and June were all clones instead of Daisy's nieces. I really wanted to get to see them in the show and now I just feel like thanks I hate it! I admire the guts to make a twist like this and all but I really hate it.

Overall please let me say I LOVE Ducktales. The show as a whole to me is a huge important thing I love. This isn't an attack on anyone who likes these episodes. I am just once again being loud and obnoxious with my own opinions and nit picks and things I just would have liked to see or not see.

no idea if any of this rambling answers your question Anon but here you go. Hope it works.

[fakeloveaskblog]

Alright. So. Now, we don't have time to unpack all of that, but… Remy, don't freak out please, only you can hear me. Are you alone? Don't worry, I'll wait until you are. I'll just tell you meanwhile that you are wanted and loved and your friends wouldn't abandon you for who you are or purposefully pressure you into anything even if you started dating them.

Are you alone now? Alright Remy. First off: it's not wrong for you to want to get on hormones. Remus does too. In fact he likely will, some day. And it has been stablished that the act of saying stuff like that on the part of Remus's ex was an awful and manipulative and shitty thing to do, okay? Okay.

*deep breath* Second off, being ace (or asexual to use the technical term) is not just not wanting to have sex or having a low libido or anything like that, that's just a common misconception. Being ace is simply not feeling that kind of attraction towards other people, which sounds a lot like what you just described to us, so it sounds to me like there is a considerable possibility that you might be ace too.

Think of it this way: Simply wanting that kind of release in general can be blamed on libido. On the other hand, wanting to have sex with a specific person not because they are a specific person and you want to please them but (or maybe also, in the case of gray and demisexuals) because you are attracted to them, is sexual attraction. By the looks of your explanation, it seems to me like you are experiencing the first but not the second one, thereby comes in the possibility that you might be ace.

Did you get that somewhat clumsy explanation, or should I rephrase it? I feel like I didn't explain myself as well as I could. Kindly, the local demon.

Remy did get ready to freak out when the heard your voice, hushed into their ear like a whisper, but quickly calmed down when Virgil didn't react. He was sitting at the edge of the bed with a cigarette between his fingers. His hair was ruffled and his boxers hastily put on.

Virgil stretched a little before getting up. He leant down to kiss Remy while shoving the cigarette into the metal end of the bed to put it out.

"gonna take a shower. Yell if you're uhm dying or something. Kay?"

"Okay"

He kissed them again before leaving.

Remy didn't even think of speaking before they could clearly hear the water going. They grabbed the bottle of vodka off of the nightstand and propped themself up just enough so they could drink it while listening. They also moved the blanket farther up their chest.

They glanced away "It....It feels selfish of me to want to get on hormones...it feels like different from Remus y'know..Like...Uhm how do I say this....he like needs it more and uhm...he and his ex only dated for like 3 years anyway. But like me and Viv have been together for ages so like uhm like if uhm like he has some or I mean- with big changes like that what he thinks about it is also kinda important y'know since uhm we've- it will uhm affect both of us kinda. ANd Remus wants to get on T right? and he's gay so like everything works out. He gets T and all the same people are still gonna wanna date him, if not like more. Only reason his ex didn't want that is uhhh 'cause he was straight right? And he like started dating Rem before he realized he was trans so it just got all fucked up there. But me...I...it's gonna...if I get on hormones....Will Janus even want me anymore?"

Remy leaned their head in their hands and grimaced.

"This is so fucking stupid. Why do I always gotta make what other people think 'bout me the most important thing. It's like oh do I want love? Or less dysphoria? The dysphoria makes me wanna rip off my skin and never eat and hide myself from everyone forever and yet whatever Viv says always seems more important. I'm so stupid and like weak. I'm just- All I do is listen to others. Punching bag, like I told you. Ugh I'm so stupid"

They took a long sip from the bottle before sighing.

"....I wish I had more trans people to talk to- Or like sorry i know Jannie is trans. I just mean y'know trans people who wanna go on hormones. It would be real nice if there was some like trans person in a long term relationship with like someone cis nearby who could answer if how Viv and Rem's ex reacted is normal or not...if only..."

Remy took another long sip from the bottle after that. They reached out to take a cigarette from the package Virgil had left on the bed. They put the cig between their parsed lips and grabbed the lighter as you continued the message.

'there is a considerable possibility that you might be ace too'

The lighter fell down agains the covers of the bed as Remy froze. Their eyes were stuck in a wide stare as they tried to swallow what you had just said.

You went on explaining it further but Remy was stuck just trying to comprehend. It didn't feel like they could even move at first. The sound of the water running in the other room almost got overwhelming, Like white noise crashing in.

"....Are....Are you telling me there was an explanation thIS WHOLE TIME!?"

They slammed their hands over their mouth. Their breathe quickened just a bit as they listened for any sounds indicating Virgil had heard. Nothing happened. Until.

"OOOH they're gonna clean up your look with every lies in the book-"

Virgil was singing in the shower again. It was such a sudden mood shift it made Remy laugh. They moved their hands away and turned back to you.

"Okay girl I'm not saying I'm believing you 'cause like what is the likelihood that there's a name for everything wrong with me??? Like first the constant pain I was in was actually 'fibromyalgia' and then it turned out I wasn't a bitch fantasizing about cheating, I was just 'poly'. Like there can't be a name for everything right???"

Their hands writhed in their lap. They ached to hold onto something. To stabilize themself.

"Everyone has always assumed I'm some kind of super sexual whore....I've gotten so used to it...it feels so weird if I'm..." They looked away. Their voice got even quieter "That's what everyone said at school y'know. As soon as I started wearing mini skirts and crop tops rumors started about how I'd been with Every guy who wanted me. I remember...when Virgil met me....he had been forced to become my study buddy 'cause I was failing like everything...he thought that too...he didn't say it...But I could tell with the way he looked at me. Sometimes someone- mostly Viv- when he jokes, I know he doesn't mean it like that I think, but sometime it still sounds like people are assuming i'm like super sexual just 'cause I'm femme..I guess I've kinda internalized it...I guess....Like I said my brain always gotta take whatever the hell anyone else says as the most important...Always"

They shook their head around to clear their thoughts. It only made their neck hurt worse. The pain meds would probably stop affecting them by tomorrow. They lit their cigarette and took a long drag.

"...asexual..."

They tried out the word. It felt weird to say. It didn't fit between their teeth.

"Y'know I had thought maybe it was just 'cause of the fibro so I just didn't enjoy sex that much and that's why I was like all wrong but...asexual...that..." They took a shaky breathe "Okay so I'm not gonna say I'm NOT asexual at least. That's- That's a start right?"

The moment after, when they thought you had left, they took out their phone and started searching up asexual art, facts about it, the flag. They had always had an affinity for purple.