#am genuinely and seriously aggravated by it

[dancefloors]

nothing I need to hear less than a white homosexual's take on hiphop like I kind of need you people to die

[tgcg]

happy day of egbert

CG: DON'T YOU JUST HAVE THE MANUAL SOMEWHERE?

TG: dude its the most overwhelmingly basic thing on the planet trust me i literally did all the other settings for you

TG: all you gotta do is point the thing at egbert

TG: half press to focus subject

TG: press down fully and bam done the shit is shot

CG: BUT --

TG: i know youre desperate for this to be rocket science but its genuinely like first grade biz i promise whatever pic you take is gonna be fine

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EB: yeah, come on karkat!

EB: i am only going to be the birthday bad ass for like, 24 hours total you know.

EB: longest birthday of my LIIIIIIIIFE. haha.

EB: oh hey, from one birthday-dooms day guy to another…

EB: i am pretty sure you understand the magnitude of what i just said!

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CG: OH HEY. FUCK YOU.

CG: I'M JUST ACCOUNTING FOR THE LITERAL FUCKING INEVITABILITY THAT WHEN I TAKE THIS PHOTO, SOME INSIDIOUS LITTLE KARMA GNOME WILL FROLIC ONTO THE SCENE IN AN UNBELIEVABLE STROKE OF LOATHSOME SERENDIPITY TO BURY ME IN 12 CUBIC METERS OF FOOL-GRADE FUCKING IDIOT POWDER.

CG: AT WHICH POINT ANOTHER HEFTY BOULDER WILL BE ADDED TO THE BULGING MACRO-BINDLE OF SHAME YOU PEOPLE HAVE FORCED ME INTO CARRYING MY WHOLE LIFE.

CG: SHIT, SOMEONE HAS GOTTA LOOK OUT FOR MY ASS.

TG: alright give us a sec

TG: huddle formation

EB: psssshhh, alright.

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TG: youre not gonna fuck this up

TG: your ass is completely secure dude

TG: i got the double foam padded booster seat and you know that shit is strapped on this 5mph drive through quaint ol piss-easyville

EB: you know if it really is so bad you can just re-take it, right?

EB: it is really not worth aggravationing your sponge over.

TG: 'xactly

TG: knights honor that shit isnt hooked up to my ishades and will not instantly forward me a copy in crisp HD of whatever blunder youre cooking in your beautiful nugbone

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CG: IT'S NOT JUST THAT.

CG: HAVEN'T I SHADOWED YOUR PHOTOGRAPHY SHENANIGANS LONG ENOUGH FOR YOU TO TOSS ME A GODDAM BONE?

CG: I MEAN. I FEEL LIKE I'M READY FOR THIS. I'VE BEEN PRIMED FOR THIS BULLSHIT FOR EQUINOXES AT THIS POINT, WATCHING YOU PRANCE AROUND WITH THIS FUCKING THING.

TG: woah wait youre legit into it?

CG: YES, I AM LEGIT FUCKING INTO IT.

CG: AND I KNOW IT HAS SETTINGS YOU'RE HIDING FROM ME. WHAT IF I WANT TO TAKE A BLACK AND WHITE SHOT, HUH? WHAT IF I WANT TO ADJUST THE "APERTURE" OR THE "EXPOSURE" OR SOMETHING.

TG: alright i dig the enthusiasm but maybe we can unwrap that shit when we dont have someone waiting for us

TG: i didnt know you were scoping photography man you shoulda said something!

CG: I WAS PLANNING TO! I DIDN'T ENVISION IT COMING UP SO FRIGGIN SUDDENLY MAN.

TG: i promise ill open the pandoras fuckin box of snap addicts anonymous afterwards alright

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CG: OK, FINE. BUT I AM HOLDING YOU TO THA --

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CG: HA HA EGBERT. VERY FUCKING FUNNY.

CG: FOR YOUR SAKE I SERIOUSLY HOPE THIS IS JUST AN EMBARRASSING NOSTALGIA-DRIVEN LAPSE IN HUMOR AND NOT A GENUINE ATTEMPT TO "PRANK" ME. I REALLY DO!

EB: huh? who is this "egbert" you speak of? i have never heard of such a character.

CG: OH, JUST THIS BULGECRUD-HUFFING IMBECILE THAT FALLS BACK ON SHITTY PRACTICAL JOKES SO PLAYED-OUT THAT THEY PHYSICALLY HURT TO BEAR WITNESS TO.

CG: MY LOWER JAW IS THREATENING TO REVERSE-DROP WITH ENOUGH VELOCITY TO BURROW DIRECTLY INTO MY THOUGHT SPONGE, KILLING ME INSTANTLY.

CG: SO EITHER GET SOME NEW MATERIAL OR GET ME TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM, YOUR PICK.

EB: damn, ok. that does sound like some pretty serious bullshit, but…

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EB: whoever that weirdo next to you is kind of seems like he needs medical resistance more than you do!

CG: WHAT

[cheeseceli]

When your parents don't like them

Pairing: Ot8!skz × Gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: reverse hurt/comfort? Angst? A little bit of fluff perhaps; reaction

Description: their reaction to not having the approval of your parents in their first meeting (established relationship)

Warnings: not proofread; a lot of overthinking and self doubt in most of the scenarios; the length of each story is not favouritsm!! It's just that some scenarios required more details than others

A/n: I should have posted this one a long time ago... Oh well. And I am literally the mix of Han and Lee Know, this would 100% happen to me if I were in their shoes

Bang Chan

‌HE'S SO SHOCKED

‌Parents always love him, so why didn't yours?

‌He believes he took it for granted

‌But he was so sure your family would love him

‌Rethinks everything he said and did

‌And thinks about what he could've done

‌He'll be up all night because of it, you better believe me

"Maybe it's the outfit I was wearing?"

"Chan, for God's sake, go to sleep."

"Seriously though, do you think my clothes weren't appropriate?"

"There was nothing wrong with how you looked baby."

"... So maybe I didn't introduce myself properly?"

"Chan."

Lee Know

‌ He knew he had to talk

‌ But it turns out he was too scared

‌And your parents just aggravated his problem

‌ He'd give only short answers and would only speak when spoken with

‌ Because of that your parents didn't see him as a really charismatic guy

‌ But I swear he was trying his best

"I swear it wasn't as bad as it seemed."

"It was horrible. I doubt any of your parents even know what my voice sounds like."

"You were nervous. I'm sure they'll understand. If you'd like I can talk to them about it."

"Please, don't. The last thing I want is for your parents to think that besides being awkward I'm a coward as well."

"They don't think either of those things. You'll see, you guys just need to know each other a little bit more. They'll love you."

Even with his worried expression, he gave you a small smile "I hope so".

Changbin

‌ You warned him he was getting too close

‌ He was holding your hand, caressing your thigh, hugging you too tight, kissing you a lot...

‌ All the time

‌ And yes, you both were dating for a while now

‌ But your parents didn't really appreciate the attitude

‌ And truly, he thought that by doing that he was showing how much he treasured and loved you

‌ Sadly your parents didn't understand his actions like he planned

"But what was I supposed to do? Stay away from you?"

"Ideally, yes"

Changbin pouted, not even realising it "but I'm your boyfriend"

"They are not used to this fact just yet. Don't worry though, they still have a lot of time to like you. Just wait and see"

Hyunjin

‌ Similar to Chan, Hyunjin didn't expect to be rejected by your parents

‌of course, he wasn't expecting to make the fall in love immediately, but he knew he had some charms

‌and he actually put a lot of effort into impressing them so when it doesn't work he's like

‌genuinely sad

‌And he's scared your relationship might change now that he doesn't have your family approval right away.

"So... About the dinner"

"They are always like this, don't worry"

"How come?"

"I knew they were gonna play hard to get. But don't you stress over it, sooner or later they will realise there is no need to act like it"

"So I can still convince them into not hating me?"

"Why would they hate you? You were really boyfriend material if you ask me"

He laughed, a little bit more relieved "They were kinda... aggressive back there, y'know?"

"Ugh, sorry about that. I swear things will get better"

"You're not mad?"

"Of course not. Why would I be?"

"I thought you'd get sad or something like that since the meeting didn't go that well"

"I'm a bit sad, yeah. But it's not your fault. You did your best. Besides, it won't last that long. It's kinda hard to hate on the Hwang Hyunjin for too long"

He laughed again, openly this time as he replied "I hope you are right"

Han

‌The problem wasn't exactly what he did

‌The problem was that he didn't do anything

‌Literally anything

‌ He'd excuse himself to go to the bathroom to avoid any questions

‌He barely moved besides that

‌After a while your dad even forgot he was there

‌And Han wished he could disappear

"I'm so, so sorry"

"Ji, it's okay"

"I was gonna answer your mother, I swear. But she was looking at me with daggers in her eyes"

"You were just fine"

"Fine? Y/n, your dad sighed in relief after I left the room. They must see me as a loser"

"I'm sure they don't. Besides, you still have a lot of time left to win them over. I know they'll love you"

Felix

‌Your parents loved him actually

‌They just don't think he is fit to be your boyfriend

‌They think that his angel face and sweet personality wouldn't give you enough security throughout your life

‌And Felix wants to prove himself to your parents so badly now

‌He will use his deep voice privilege to try to prove his point

‌He will go to the gym with Changbin until he's "intimidating" enough

‌And he won't fail on reminding them how he has over 60 medals on taekwondo

"How do I look?"

"Great, as always"

"But do I look intimidating? Scary?"

"Lix..."

"But not too scary. I need to look threatening to others but reliable to you"

"You look like someone my parents will like"

"They already like me, but not enough to like our relationship"

"They will though. Soon enough they will appreciate everything that comes along with you, trust me."

Felix smiled and nodded, feeling a certain comfort into your words as you headed to the door

"Just for the record, you do look threatening but reliable"

"Oh thank you. I was going crazy over this"

Seungmin

‌If your parents don't like Seungmin then the problem is on them

‌just kidding

‌Seriously though, I can't imagine why they wouldn't like him

‌And neither can Seungmin himself

‌So he truly thinks that everything was a misunderstanding and that it's only a matter of time until your whole family falls in love with him

‌He will face it like a challenge

"What about we invite your parents to our apartment this weekend?"

"We just saw them less than an hour ago"

"I think we should see them again"

"Did you like them that much?"

"They seem cool. But they also seem to hate me. I need to change their minds"

"What? They didn't hate you at all"

"Your father's glare would disagree. But that doesn't matter that much because by the end of this week they will love me"

"You seem certain"

"Of course I am. I can't have them hating me for the rest of our lives, can I?"

"They don't hate you. They are just... hard to please"

"I'll change this" he faced you with a confident smile "I give you my word"

I.N

‌Kinda clueless

‌Totally clueless actually

‌He can't understand what he did wrong but apparently he did something awful considering your parents disliked him that much

‌Will try to find ways to apologise

‌Will gift them and try to keep a conversation even when you're not around

"Does your mother like flowers? She does, right? Every mother does"

"What are you doing?"

"You said that she invited us to lunch this Friday. I don't want to go see her with empty hands again. Maybe that's what made her hate me so much the first time"

"She doesn't care about those things, Innie"

"No? Then why doesn't she like me?"

"She's just hard to satisfy, you know. But I bet she'll like you in no time. She just needs to get to know you better"

"You keep saying that but I don't know, I feel like that won't happen any time soon. I really want her to approve me"

He had that hopeless expression again, that one that really wanted to change the situation but didn't know how to. You really hated seeing him disappointed on himself.

"Lilies" you said

"What?"

"Those are my mother's favourites. Lilies"

"Oh my God, thank you" he got up and kissed the top of your head lightly, before going to the door of your shared apartment "I'll be right back"

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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[juniperdugong]

Ridiculous - Woozi

fluff - wc, 1017 idol!woozi x gn!reader NOT PROOFREAD

"Jihoon-a~" you call out in a sickeningly sweet voice as you drape yourself unceremoniously across the white couch in the studio.

Woozi scoffs at the nickname and tone before turning around in his chair to look at you, hands stilling but remaining on the keyboard. "Yes?"

"I just have a question...BUT I need you to entertain it! Don't just tell me I'm being ridiculous or something."

"Depends on what-"

"Jihoon."

"Okay okay, fine" he drags out the word in exasperation but his smile tells you a different story. His ears are all yours and a smile spreads across his face, ready to "entertain" whatever you want.

His eyes follow you as you traipse slowly around the room, avoiding his tracking gaze. "Hoon, why don't you ever write any songs about me?", you fiddle with the hem of your shirt not daring to look up at him as you finish your query.

His face scrunches up in bewilderment that YOU would even "entertain" this thought. You look up due to the initial silence and can't help but giggle. Woozi gets up and goes through what might've been the 5 stages of grief, getting ready to say something in retaliation with his hands raised in the air but biting his tongue. If Bumzu walked in right now it might've looked like an argument honestly.

Finally, after minutes of Jihoon daring to let something spill, he calms himself with a deep breath and returns to his computer chair resting his hands behind his head. He's trying his best to keep composure but he can't help but scoff at the mere thought of what you just said, a smirk evident on his face.

"What do you mean y/n?" he postures a very fake smile on himself.

"Stop it~" you whine as you curl up on the couch, looking towards him with puppy-dog eyes.

"No, I'm genuinely asking, what do you mean?" his attitude quickly changes from baffled to curious.

"I know what you're thinking Jihoon! You think it's-"

"-Ridiculous? Well, yes!"

"I told you to entertain me in my thought!"

"And I am, I just want to know what you mean, babe." he's up again and making his way towards you. Arms wrapping around you in your balled-up state.

You look at him with these eyes that just make him completely melt. "You've just never dedicated a song to me...not that you have to! Especially, not publicly. But I don't know...it was just a passing question I had."

Grabbing you by the shoulders to look at him, he takes a deep breath, choosing his next words carefully.

"Y/n, there is no other way to say this...but all my songs are for you." you think he's mocking you, head immediately slumping and eyes rolling before he's shaking you back to reality; Forcing you to look at him again.

"I mean it! And now I might sound ridiculous in saying this but every single song that even mentions love has been for you. And yeah, maybe I didn't know you when initially writing all those songs but that doesn't matter. I've loved you since before I even knew you and my songs are a testament to that." the forwardness comes as a surprise and you're about to tell him that he doesn't need to continue but he goes on, his voice full of a confidence you can't stop.

"Seriously, it's all for you. It always has been. The moment I met you it was decided, y/n. And I know that I don't express it often but it's true and I need you to know that you mean as much to me as all the songs I've written." he's starting to get aggravated over the subject now, getting up and making large gestures with his arms.

"If you ever have any doubts, ESPECIALLY OVER SONGS, tell me! Because, oh-ho-boy, I would write like a million to show you just-"

"Jihoon..."

"-how much you mean to me. Love literally overflows from me because of you-"

"Ji."

"-you could run me over with a car and I would still have several songs to write about how you looked in the driver's seat-"

"Jihoon!" it's your turn to look at him with bewilderment. He stares at you, ready to continue his rant and rather upset that you wouldn't let him continue. "I think I get it hoon-a." a coy smile comes from you from all the compliments (?). He's shaking his head as his arms open up to embrace you once again.

"Please, y/n, never ever question my dedication to you. Makes me feel like a bad boyfriend or something..." you can feel the pout in his tone and although he doesn't often initiate kisses he leaves a chaste peck on the corner of your lips.

"Oh no Jihoon, I never thought you were a bad boyfriend!" You cup his face in your palms. "It was just a question-"

"I know but still!" you just have to chuckle at the fact that he's still a bit upset over it. "It never even crossed my mind that you would feel some type of way over that stuff." he's burying himself in your neck now; Instinctually you're patting his head.

"Hey, it's okay, hoon! You've explained to me, in all but too much detail, how it's all for me~" you tease.

His expression drops to deadpan within a second and he's retreating back to his computer. You catch him by the sleeve and pull him back into another hug while laughing loudly.

He sighs into you, allowing whatever took over him to wash off as your laughter reminds him that this isn't an argument.

"Y'know I can dedicate-"

"It's okay baby, it's fine." you reassure him.

Weeks go by and every now and again, whenever you're in the studio, Woozi lets you listen to some of the stuff he's working on. You don't notice it but he makes an effort to tell you that he thought of you while making some of them. His little acts of devotion and dedication to you.

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{A/N: A little something to tide over until Saturday and I thought it was well past time to write something about my ult-bias. It was tougher than I expected ngl. Been a carat for, what, like 8 years now and I've stuck by Uji's side the entire ride. Crazy to see the growth tbh. He's so expressive and I don't think my man gets the credit he deserves when it comes to being a talkative member. Bro's always up in the mix. Anyway, please like, reblog, and comment if you enjoyed!! It encourages me so much tbh. Love ya!}

[sturniolosass]

I..want you - C.S

In which Chris tries to handle a relationship that he’s no where near ready for, and you can’t have your emotions be toyed with…

warnings: swearing, feeling neglected, uncertainty, hurt feelings, talking stage chris.

ANGST, FAT ANGST!

Chris and I have been in this "talking" stage for around 3 months but the thing is stuff has been getting really serious and its gotten to the point where we've become so attached to one another that we see each other each day and sleep in each others beds, at one point we both spoke on marriage.. not like seriously about it but what we’d like to gain from it..if you get what i mean.

But this pass week somethings been off, I've texted, I've called, I've messaged him through DMs for christ's sake.. No reply..

So today I've been contemplating heading over to the boy's place and seeing what's been going on.. maybe he's sick, maybe he's down in a rut about something... I'm not sure but I need to see what's going on maybe I'll stop by and even find out they're out of internet or something.. I couldn't imagine the reason Chris would ghost me for 3 whole days.. He doesn't even seem like the type of guy to go talking to a bunch of girls, I couldn't imagine him being unfaithful to me, even though we're barely a couple to begin with.. regardless heading over there wouldn't hurt that bad... at least I hope not..

Getting dressed I head out the door sending chris one last message before I head out to his home.

Hey, I'm headed over, i know I wasn't invited so if you don't want me over or something just let me know...

I wait 10 minutes, No response

I grab my keys and head out the door.

Arriving I hop out the car to knock on the door, I'm greeted with Matt. "Yo! what's up, Chris should still be sleep but he's in the basement if you wanna wake em" he greets. "hey, yeah I've been looking for him" I speak. He let's me in walking up the steps to the living room.. I immediately head to the back of the house towards Chris' room, walking down the steps and then the hallway leading up to his door. I hesitate, thinking of all the things that could possibly go wrong when I turn this door knob.. twisting the door knob I'm met with a pitch black room.. a sleeping Chris laying flat on his stomach with one knee bent up north.

I just sit at the edge of the bed contemplating whether or not I should wake him and risk being greeted with his morning anguish.. Being the pussy I am, I just kick off my shoes and lay with him, picking his arm up off the bed and snuggling under it cozily.. He moves mumbling under his breathe inaudible words... I soon fall asleep right next to him..

Chris' POV

I wake up unexpectedly cuddled into y/n confused as to how she amazingly got into my room yet alone my house... Things like this genuinely annoy me, I've started to distance myself for some time now because of how serious we were getting, it began to really freak me out.. from the goodmorning messages to the worrying about my sleep schedule... things started feeling all too real. Don't get me wrong I really, really like y/n but us doing all these lovey-dovey things really scares me... aggravated I head upstairs to find out who the fuck just let her come down here while I was sleeping... Once I'm up the stairs I see Nick and Matt sitting at the dining room table, Nick editing, Matt eating cereal. "ouuu Mr. lover boy is up, how was you cuddle session?" Matt jokes.."Matt shut the fuck up, who the fuck- who just let y/n in my room and when did that happen? I didn't even go to bed until like 4 am so I know it was one of you fucking early birds" I ask angrily grabbing a Brisk can from the fridge.. "wasn't me." Nick blurts.. "who cares, its not like she was gonna murder you.. she said she was looking for you.." Matt explains.. "bro I was ignoring her for a reason.." I shout.. "well she's here now, what were you gonna ghost her something? did she do something?" He asks.. "yeah she's getting all weird and clingy and shit.." .... "like asking 'how my day was' and' if I slept well' and shit" I add... Matt looks at me weirdly "you mean caring about your well being? you're such an idiot" He gets up from the table heading to his room.. "GRAB YOUR FUCKING BOWL IM NOT YOUR MAID" Nick nearly busts my ear drums yelling at Matt.. "dude are you crazy?" I ask heading to the steps that lead to my bedroom.. "shut up bitch" Nick rolls his eyes...

Your POV

I wake up in Chris' bed alone.. not worried where he went I just wait for him to come back down the steps which is where I assume he went, starting to scroll on TikTok I hear Nick scream at the top of his lungs about 'being a maid' which I laugh at..

I then hear Chris heading back down the stairs, I hurriedly sit up fix my hair worried of what he'll have to say to me, then I start to think of what I should say to him.. I don't even know how I feel.. I wanna talk about us moving forward in our relationship but I also need to figure out why he's been acting all distant lately, I hope he doesn't think I haven't noticed.. because to be honest it feels like he has literally blocked me out of his life for the past 3-4 days..

He enters the room I stare down at my feet He walks straight pass me.. I look up. He heads straight into his bathroom... I flop back down on his bed..

Getting up from the bed I decide to make it, fluffing the duvet, tucking the sheets , fluffing the pillows.. Chris has been in the bathroom for around an hour now, I hear music, assuming he's in the shower, I clean a little more. Throwing away Pepsi cans and food casing from last night, I assume.. grabbing dirty clothes off the floor throwing them in his hamper... Suddenly I hear the water and music stop.. shuffling in the bathroom continues until Chris comes out in fresh love sweats and a black tank top, dropping his dirty clothes on the bed near his bed and heading over to his computer, I grab them and throw then in the hamper to which I assume irritates Chris.. "Can you stop!" Chris shouts... "wha-" I start to speak soon being cut off, "like you're being weird leave my clothes where I left then I didn't ask you to clean for me!" He adds.. "I mean what else am I supposed to do? You've been ignoring my presence sense I got here!" I shout back... "go home! I don't fucking know!" He replies.. "what the fuck is even your problem? like what have I even done for you to react this way to me cleaning for you?" I ask genuinely confused... He doesn't respond.. "hellooo" I speak in a questioning manner... “maybe i just don’t like you anymore and don’t need you to be here, i’m starting to even question why i did in the first place like you’re being so fucking annoying and clingy” he huffs… “all you do is bug me now gosh!” he adds…. I look to the ground genuinely hurt… it honestly makes sense, every guy i like always ends up ghosting me and it makes sense why at this point.. i can’t help that i am too “caring”.. apparently that freaks out a lot of guys..

“what so this is how you treat every girl you like? or liked?” i ask.

"I was ready to drop everything and be your girlfriend, in fact my plan today was to come ask you to be with me..I was ready for everyone to know how we've been these pass few months and not give a fuck what any hater or 'fan has to say.." I say holding back emotions.. "I never said I was ready for that, I never spoke on being together like that" He speaks.. "So what? we were just gonna be 'talking' for however long?" I ask. No response.. He just continues to stare at his computer screen. I just look back and sit down on his bed. blinking back tears.. He stares at the computer screen, nothing on it, not scrolling, no video, no music, nothing... Just staring, deep in thought...

We sit in silence for around 10 minutes before I speak again

"Chris?, can you say something? because I've done nothing but try to keep things working between us.. You've ignored me for almost 3 days when before you'd message me everyday 'How are you' , 'come over' , 'when are you free' , 'lets see a movie' , 'lets hang out before I leave for Boston.' " I count off examples.. "I just don’t get how we can go from something so good.. or what I thought was good, to you completely ignoring my existence." I add.. He continues to stare at the blank screen, until.. "I don't know okay, I just feel weird when I'm around you? you're always so caring and shit like that freaks me the fuck out..." he breaks silence. "I never feel this deep of feelings for anything, its fucking annoying.." He adds... "Well, I care about you.. its true, I care about how you slept, I care if you have a nightmare, I care if you feel a cold coming on, I care if you're upset with how much I care... because I genuinely like you Chris, and I don't know maybe this is one of those " right person, wrong time" moments because I feel like we deserve each other..." I speak whole-heartedly.. He just stares at his hands... I stand up.. "maybe in another life then?" I ask headed for the door... He doesn't respond.

I grab the door knob opening it slowly hoping he'd say something to keep me from leaving...n

"wait" he speaks "I wanna try- I want you- I wanna be with you..." he adds looking up from the floor despair in his eyes. "Chris I just don't feel like you're ready for what I'm ready for.." I reply.. “i’m ready- i am” he pleads… “how when just a moment ago you were telling me you were unsure if you even liked me” i ask… He looks down at his hands, I grab my bag and keys walking out of the room..

I hear him get up rushing out the room, he slows down once he sees me standing at the steps. Walking up to me slowly he pulls me in for a kiss, which i kindly reject hoping he gets the hint.. “i like you a lot Y/N.. i just- i need time to understand my self more. i’ve been used and hurt so many times..” he tells.. I just look at his hands in mine.. letting go i turn to walk up the steps… “can i call you later?” he asks.. I turn back “i feel like time apart might actually be what we need at this time, my feelings are genuinely hurt by the things you’ve said to me today” i reply. “i didnt mean it- you know that…” he looks up at me… I walk up the steps walking past Nick and leaving the boys house “bye Y/N see you sometime again hopefully, i know my brothers an asshole” Nick yelps from the dinning table…

I smile walking out the door.. knowing that’s possibly the end of my friendship with the boys…

fin.

A/N: the long awaited.. sorry yall i got busy but here it is!!! Hope yall like Chris and his trust issues!

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[themthrfkinprincess]

Astro observation . . . TWO!!

Whenever I see someone has a prominent Scorpio or Capricorn placement I always notice and see how sweet and overlay considerate they are. These people I’ve noticed are very helpful and there for people, sometimes they don’t think about themselves that much and contain themselves too much. They also are like nonchalantly funny? It’s not hard for them to make me laugh I’ve noticed.

But yeah strong Capricorn and Scorpio placements remind me of the giving tree idkkk

Like also Capricorn’s and Cancers be goofy as shit im crine😭

WHEW. This is from my experience but when I have seen a fair amount of Virgo or Cancer influences in somebody chart THEY ALWAYS GET ON MY NERVES LIKE GIRL DON'T DO ME LEAVE ME ALONE😭 I swear I have always had little moments with them- they can be quite annoying but guess what. I often spend so much time with them and we are right back on track maybe two seconds later it’s so funny. We switch up so much it funny. And this is funny because well I am a cancer myself and well there are more than three cancers in my family who I adore. You guys are really aggravating though.

And like also Geminis freaky foreal like YALL LIKE BOOTY FOREAL😭

also its a double whammy if you have eros or venus in gemin lol. I have both 😈👅

so come here . . . .

GIVE ME THAT BOOTY😈

lol😭

AND YOOOO Like geminis and Leo’s can be so embarrassing at times? They’re very suspect to be very lollygagging individuals and I can say this because I have a Leo stellium. Sometimes I look back and be like girl no. It sad. ☹️ like girl you 36 how long you gon be doing this😕.

They remind me of this liam dancing gif. Its not that they are embarrassing over big things- its just small stuff they can do and say which makes you go wtf???😭 Sometimes i feel they try to impress you over small weird things that no one really gives a fuck about like okay right . . . right . . .

Leo, Cancer, Gemini, and Virgo can be really corny at times- it reminds of that gif of drake doing the dougie. They can be corny in a cute way though😭but leos can get genuinely embarrassing as a mentioned beforehand

Also Geminis talk too much 🦧.

They will run their mouth and run it- i have no problem with it though I like to talk a lot lol. They are ( of course!) good listeners too! I had a friend she was so chill- I could talk to her about anything’s like- if i wanted to speak gibberish she would speak gibberish back to me. She was so random too. They are kind of silly whimsical beings at times I will not lie. Like it would not be wild to catch them froliciing in the fields randomly- its kind of expected of them in my own opinion. In my eyes they really be in their own world at times. 💀

AYE.

And yo!? Tell me why Aries are so cute what the hell!?!?

LIKE THEY ARE SO CUTE!!

CYUTSIE PATOOTSIES!!!! I imagine them trying to rob me at a gas station I own or something. Like I don’t know imagine them pointing a gun at you and trying to rob you LMFAO. I WILL BURST OUT LAUGHING. They might shoot you tho idk😞 they really be standing on business and they intimidate me a lot once they start talking- and they could be totally be happy/polite while they are talking. It’s just their aura feels forceful? Lively? Out there? I don’t know how to explain it but yeah. Also they are so sweet too!!! These people are cheerleaders- people say that Leo’s are cheerleaders but the biggest cheerleaders I see are more often Aries. My cousin is one and she is very VERY sweet. She listens to you deeply and she really pushes you. Sometimes it’s annoying at times cause like GIRL LEAVE ME ALONE I DON'T FEEL LIKE IT 😭 I love aries though 💖😭 You guys are so cute. AND WHY THEY ALWAYS LOOK LIKE CARTOON CHARACTERS 😭

LIKE WHY HE LOOK LIKE RODDY😭

And of course we know Pedro looks like chicken little

Also Aries women are GORG!! No seriously! Look at Halle!!! Miss Mamas is GORG!! She is STUNNING! It’s like 💥WAPOW!!!💥 getting struck and hit by her beauty😍💖

Also David tennant so cute he's sort of like kind of my man😍😍 if you have a crush on him your so real I totally get it fren 😋��🤭😁

Like dude come on he's so freaking cute. His eyes are so intense it makes him look like a crackhead sometimes but it doesn't even matter HE'S SO CUTE. And his Scottish accent is so 🫦🫦🫦 I don't know what he be saying sometimes though in his TV shows like huh🗿

Cancer Mars are literally the Scarlet Witch idk dude. . . . like people can go completely BONKERS. These hoes kind of crazy. If you been wronging one for quite a while you better sleep with one eye open when you sleeping👀

Like these people are kind of punks☹️. They retreat often when something is wrong- too much actually. They really do not want to fight or have any problems foreal. They can be very indirect at times when bothered it can get annoying. But when enough is enough its over💀 its like one fart and your dead💀

Like that Aries and Cancer energy is not mixing well and shit can get REAL unstable there like don't do them patna!!

Uhm i totally had a million more things to say and I really did not get to re-read this. So there may be many typos- and also im kind of lazy and wish i decorated this post better. But that's besides the point- I hope you liked this post or whatever!!! I was totally honestly rambing to myself, if you found these accurate to you then great!

Peace out!!!💖💗

[chaifootsteps]

some reassuring comments under that Forced Positivity video:

I swear to god if Apology Tour is just Blitzø apologizing to his innocent little owl boyfriend I’m gonna lose it

I really don't like how much of a hypocrite Stolas was in this scene, and i REALLLYYYY hope that it was an intentional scene of him being hypocritical and not the writers genuinely trying to make us think he's in the right here.

on my hands and knees begging that this scene was an intentional character flaw on stolas' part that they will have him work through in future episodes, bc ong there is no way they just completely forgot abt every single character interaction stolas and blitzo have had until this point and sure stolas was secretly craving a relationship, but only the viewer was let in on the secret and he never talked to blitzo at all about being more than hook-up buddies. blitzo was completely valid with all the points he made in the argument and if they try to make him feel sorry or apologize to stolas I will be so mad …

I'm glad you addressed Stolas' gaslighting efforts with Blitzo. It was always about sex as far as Blitzo was concerned. Blitzo wasn't around for or made privy to Stolas' revelations that he was exploiting Blitzo for sex. It's like Stolas just expects Blitzo to inherently know how he is feeling, when Stolas is very forward when it's about sex, but closed off when it isn't.

I really really choose to believe this is an intentional character flaw, Stolas is sort of short sighted and emotional, I think he'll realize. He'll probably realize. Please. Please let him realize. i love him way too much for them to make him this stupid and then act like he's right. please. i didn't even consider they might do that.

This is why I’m aggravated by people who are on Stolas’s side after the argument. People forget that all the emotional/sympathetic moments that we (the audience) have seen from Stolas in season 2 have not been seen by Blitz— Blitz has only seen the horny, disrespectful, unserious Stolas that we also knew him as in season 1 before Ozzie’s. Stolas has NEVER taken Blitz seriously, so how was Blitz expected to all of a sudden believe that Stolas had real romantic feelings for him?? I know it’s because Blitz has low self worth and doesn’t believe anyone could love him, but it’s also because Stolas has only treated him as a sexual object up until this point. I am going to be so upset if the show treats this as if Blitz was in the wrong for yelling at Stolas

feel bad for that second to last person honestly - like Stolas absolutely was stupid before this point but in the first season it was framed as a flaw and in the second it was the blink and you miss it text exchange they used to address Ozzie's with where he couldn't tell what Blitzo was upset about after just being told

What this reply roundup feels like to me.

[molllsprple]

Strictly business

Part 2

Part 1

Hi all! I’m genuinely surprised with the interest and support I received from the first chapter. It’s really made me want to put more effort into my writing! I really hope you’re all experiencing the same enjoyment reading this, as I am writing it 😚 P.s - the photo below is not mine, I do not own it. I just thought I’d leave it there to give people a general idea as to what the ship is supposed to look like (i realise it is much smaller in the show, but i changed it to fit the story)

Warnings:Rating 15+, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, mentions of drinking irresponsibly, slightly sexually suggestive content, swearing, Usual Mihawk orientated thirstiness ensues.

You awoke the next day with a throbbing headache. The events of the night before were hazy, but the sharp pain coming from your leg was enough for you to recall the undeniable facts—you got shot, fainted, and now here you are.

But how did you make it back to the ship, and who’s bed were you laying in right now?

With a suspicious squint, you slowly propped yourself up on to your elbows, being mindful not to aggravate your injury in the process. The room was large and spotlessly tidy. If it wasn’t for the odd piles of neatly folded clothes, and the necklaces decorating the surface of the dresser opposite, you might assume the room had never been occupied. And, most notably, it stank of booze.

This was Mihawk’s bed…

Jesus, even his sheets stank of wine. You were convinced he was bathing in the stuff.

You threw the covers to the side to get a better look at your leg. It had been cleaned and dressed, and seemed to be healing well considering it had only been several hours since the incident. Delicately, you slid both legs over the side of the bed in an attempt to get up. You cringed as you began to apply pressure to your bad side, but the pain seemed bearable enough to be able to stand. With all the grace of a newborn foal you began to manoeuvre towards the door, twisting the knob as you progressed deeper into the ship. The creaking of Oakwood planks punctuated your every step as you stumbled down the hall, eventually finding your way to Mihawk’s study.

You were expecting to be met with hawk eyes and sarcastic comments, but instead were met with a dimly lit room and an empty chair. Your shoulders sagged, feeling slightly deflated—why were you disappointed? He was probably off somewhere cleaning up after the mess you had made on your last bounty hunt.

In that moment, you were overcome with guilt as you recalled last nights events more vividly. You were stupid enough to been seen by the target, and even more reckless to let yourself get shot in the process. He must be mad with you—how could he not be?

“You should be in bed”

Mihawk’s deep baritone rumbled from behind you, causing you to whip around, almost throwing yourself off balance. As you turned to face him, you were taken aback by the man stood in front of you. The fury behind his yellow eyes froze you in place, as his Broad shoulders caged you in against the wall. You had to crane your neck back and up just to meet his eye line, making you take note of how tall he is in comparison to you. It was in that moment that you were brutally reminded of why so many souls feared his existence; His black leather coat was now decorated in a deep crimson, accompanied by the unmistakable scent of human blood. His toned abs were painted in flecks of the same shade, made more noticeable in contrast with his porcelain skin tone. You could practically feel the testosterone radiating from him with every rapid rise and fall of his exposed chest. He looked furious.

You didn’t know whether to feel terrified or turned on.

“I-I was just looking for you.” you swallowed, throat suddenly as dry as a desert. “I wanted to thank you—for what you did. I would have been really screwed back there if you hadn’t of stepped in. I seriously owe you my-“.

“You owe me nothing” Mihawk’s tone was matter of fact “I was simply protecting my investment.”

Investment? Oh right…the contract that you and he shared.

“Even so, It was a stupid mistake—and it shouldn’t have happened. I understand if you want to terminate our contract-“

“That won’t be necessary.” Mihawk interrupted.

“But the bounty-“

“-Has been taken care of” Mihawk lifted his hand to rub the bridge of his nose as he gave an audible sigh, exhaustion apparent in his voice “Please just—just rest.”

Your eyes quietly flicked down to observe the way the blood stains extended down to his trousers and boots, deciding that it was probably best to just agree with him on this one. You blinked up at him before eventually nodding in agreement, realising he wasn’t going to let you say any more on the matter. “Can I at least pour myself a drink first—you know, for the pain”. You pleaded with your most convincing pout.

Mihawk simply rolled his eyes, and disappeared down the hall way without another word.

You took that as a yes.

—————————————————————————

It had been roughly two hours since you had last spoken to Mihawk, before he had left to clean up and re-navigate the ship. In the mean time, you had successfully used your own navigational skills to find the location of Mihawk’s booze cabinet. One drink had turned into two drinks, two drinks turned into four, and before you knew it you had drank a sizeable dent into his vintage wine collection. You were starting to understand why he loved the stuff so much. The pain in your leg felt like a distant memory, hell, you weren’t even sure if you had legs right now.

With a languid smile, you swirled the last remaining drops around in your glass, before downing the liquid entirely and slumping back into your desk chair. Meanwhile, you were blissfully unaware to the fact that Mihawk was stood in the doorway, substantially less covered in blood and wearing a rather wide-eyed expression at the sheer mass of alcohol you had consumed, and more notably at which bottles you had chosen to open. His hawk-eyes flicked between you and the two empty bottles rolling around on the desk.

“What…happened in here? Mihawk asked, his deep voice a mix of horror and fascination.

Your eyes shifted towards the blurry object that had entered the room “I’ve been resting” you hiccuped, resting your face between you palms “Doctor’s orders”.

Mihawk slowly approached the desk, swiping the two empty bottles and discarding them somewhere out of sight “I can see that” He replied lowly, a hint of a smirk in his voice, as he returned from the cabinet with another bottle. Mihawk removed the lid, and poured some of the clear liquid onto a cloth he pulled out from his pocket before settling in between your legs. Slowly, he raised his free hand to run up the length of your thigh towards the direction of the bullet wound.

“Jeez, atleeeast buy me a drink first” You slurred, eyes following his calculated movements.

Mihawk paused, yellow eyes flicking up to give you an incredulous look. “I think you’ve already had more than enough” He replied, before continuing to undress the bandages wrapped around the lesion “I just need to clean the wound, you don’t want it to get infected now, do you?” He countered, tone as rich and full bodied as the wine flowing through your bloodstream.

You shifted your posture in a way that made the swell of your breasts more noticeable as you hummed in fake consideration. “No ssir”.

Mihawks eyes darted up distractedly before returning to what he was doing.

Maybe it was just the alcohol, but there was something so strangely intimate about the way he was re-wrapping the fabric that got you a little hot under the collar. Like how his calloused fingers would occasionally brush the sensitive skin, exposed by the rip in your trousers, and the way that they lingered there a little longer than necessary. Or how the muscles in his arms would clench and flex, as he tied the bandage tighter. You had to bite back a moan, as you pondered whether his dexterous talents extended to the bedroom.

Mihawk eventually finished up (a little too quickly for your liking) before collecting the old bandages and tossing them in the bin under his desk.

“Are you aware that you just consumed a months worth of wages in alcohol?” Mihawk asked, returning to his previous position between your readily parted thighs. Your eyes grew twice the size, as the weight of his words sank in—Did you really have that little self control?

“Despicable” He tutted, using those same calloused fingers to brush a strand of hair from your eyes. Before you could even utter a word in response, Mihawk had effortlessly picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder in one swift movement, causing you to let out a high pitched yelp in protest. He turned around and set out on a rapid pace towards the door.

Oh shit.

You might have actually pushed him too far this time. Apparently, ransacking Mihawk’s precious wine collection is a crime punishable by death, and right now you were fully anticipating for him to follow through and sling you overboard—You should have just gone for the rum.

Your helpless body dangled from side to side, as Mihawk kicked the door open to what you assumed was the upper decks, taking a few more steps before stopping dead in his tracks. You began saying your final prayers, as your body started hurtling through the air at an ungodly speed.

Much to your surprise, your weight was supported by the soft pillow and mattress of a single bed. Instead of flinging you overboard, he must have brought you to the spare room opposite his.

“Now rest—As much as I can appreciate that you have an injury, I’d like to get some sleep of my own. You can slack off in here from now on”. Mihawk said curtly, before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Slack off

Now that was just rude…

Part 3

[fatuismooches]

Honestly- fragile reader hits close to home for me. I don’t often disclose details about my personal life, but I see too many similarities with how the reader is depicted with their illness. I have chronic issues with my body, which prominently include shaky hands and fatigue. Being shaky is aggravating for me. It makes me unsure of my movements and constantly makes me untrustful of my body, especially with my hands. So when I read back on some of your fics that include reader dealing with their symptoms it genuinely feels nice to read. I can’t help but imagine reader also having issues with trusting their body to work and feeling frustrated that they can’t get up from bed due to fatigue. Is that projecting? Yes, but I seriously cannot help it. fragile reader is comforting in a way I can sympathize with and understand, which is so cool 4 me.

I remember one of your fics involving fragile reader breaking a glass once. Thinking about it now, I remember all the times I had to be careful pouring a drink because of how shaky I was. Luckily, I never broke a glass. There were close calls though... We need more fragile reader appreciation!! 

Anywho I hope you're doing well, smooches! I love your latest fic, it is super sweet. also reading in the summer heat is not for the weak LOL

❤️❤️❤️ Thank you for sharing this with me Tom, it must have taken a lot of courage!! I cannot imagine how truly frustrating and tiring that must be for you and I am sorry, but I am really happy I am able to help you in some way with fragile reader writing, and i sincerely appreciate your appreciation for it! :) And yes Reader would totally feel that way. But Dottore and the segments (or the harbingers in general) would be patient and understanding toward you, take care of you and do whatever they need to make your life even a bit easier. Although they can't really take the feelings away, they would always be by your side when you need it. (And don't worry about projecting, that's welcomed here!)

I'm super happy you liked the fic!! I am also doing well, minus the fact i hate summer- i totally understand, the main reason the fic took so long to write was bc my motivation was sapped by this heat... 💀 i hope to begin working on a Dottore x fragile reader series + another fluff fic (need to write before school opens again 😔) but we'll see what the weather has to say about that... anyway, stay safe and HYRDATED out there. I hope you are doing well too!

[chalkrevelations]

LMAO - I'm genuinely amused at how the tag has turned into a scroll of "acab of course the police are fucking useless my :surprised Pikachu: face let me show you it god cops are the worst" about this condescending, insulting asshole they encounter when Kanghan takes Sailom to make a report about the attempted shooting.

I'm going to suggest, though, that the key point of interest in this scene is Kanghan's face and the disbelief that blooms across it, repeatedly, as he has the blinders of his privilege yanked off and sees what ordinary people without his kind of money go through when dealing with the legal system. Sailom is irritated, sure, but he's got a kind of resigned frustration about all this. He knew how this was going to go, it's just that actually dealing with this kind of disrespect makes him want to fight back in a way he's at least smart enough not to do with the police. By contrast, Kanghan is shocked that this is happening, that this guy isn't going to do his job, aka help Kanghan out and impose order on this situation, the way I'm sure cops have always jumped to do in the past, in the kind of spaces inhabited by the Sukpraserts, around the kind of money and influence the Sukpraserts hold. Kanghan's learning a thing about Sailom's everyday existence that hopefully he can also start extrapolating to all of the systems in which low-resource populations face indifference, oppression and violence - and which therefore also contribute to increased chaos in everyday existence. Sailom's legal system is not Kanghan's legal system, and we get to see Kanghan realize that in realtime. There's the show's commentary on class issues for the week. (Well, not the only one - it's kind of become running commentary, at this point.)

Meanwhile, protip, Kanghan, from your whiskey auntie in her combat boots: There are times and places that it's absolutely ethical to leverage your privilege, and this is one of them. One round of "Do you know who I am?" and this guy is likely to take you - and Sailom - more seriously, in a way that he should take anyone reporting aggravated assault and attempted murder more seriously. Some privilege is unfair advantage that doesn't need to be revoked, but rather extended to everyone.

[1indigoisles]

Chapter 5 - Excerpt 4

I was too tired for this. I laughed bitterly.

“What?” Jolene demanded, coming over. “You don’t believe her?” She said it challengingly.

“Oh, I do,” I said, grimacing a little. “I’m laughing because you think that knowing that makes things any better.”

Desiree, Rowan and Jolene looked confused, like they really didn’t see how come. Did they seriously not get it?

“So what if you can leave?” I said when I felt like I had to spell it out for them, the back of my throat feeling disgustingly bitter. “That doesn’t change anything. There’s Lila, all our earthly possessions, and oh, I don’t know, the possibility of our deaths, which, by the way, I’ve had to process and accept in less than twenty-four hours, among a ton of other things I had to process and accept. I don’t know about your mental immunity, but for someone whose life isn’t this” – I gestured towards the entire room and Knightville – “let me tell you, it isn’t easy. And now you’re asking me to help you with something that from every perspective looks just as risky, if not more, than staying in Knightville and waiting for my execution day, and I’m supposed to take your word for it that it isn’t. Now, I don’t know what you think I am capable of doing or believing or whatever, but this doesn’t cut it.”

“Why-” Jolene began, but I cut her off.

“The answer’s no, Jolene,” I said, my voice ringing out sharply on the walls of the long blue room. “I won’t help you, and even if I wanted to, I can’t, for a shit-ton of reasons that I shouldn’t have had to explain to you.”

For a while, it was silent, presumably because no one had expected it. I didn’t see why, I didn’t regret a word.

Scarlett, who stood behind Jolene, raised an eyebrow and looked around incredulously. “Why are you all so shocked? What did you expect?”

It was grim. Indeed, what had they expected? Had they seriously thought I would say yes?

“More than we should have, apparently,” Jolene replied witheringly. I felt my eyebrows go up.

Wow, for people who believed so much in cold, hard reality, they were actually so delusional.

“Jolene...” Rowan said.

“He’s right,” Desiree interrupted in a small voice, rife with guilt. She had, after all, been the one to pose the question, she looked like she felt terrible about it now. “We’re already burdening him more than we should, as strangers. And you weren’t very kind to him about it too.” She’d been looking at the other three as she said this. “Despite that, he has helped us, and he kept our secret.It’s selfish to expect more from him.” Her shoulders hardened, she looked at me. “I’m—we’re thankful, Kenneth. And sorry.”

Desiree flushed faintly towards the end, and she looked so genuine and sincere with her speech that I suddenly felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. Not for saying no, but for the way I’d said it.

Jolene, Rowan, and Scarlett were all three of them aggravating, snarky, and rude. Contradictory, too, because sometimes they would act like the world bent to them, other times like they bent to the world, which was just annoying. I certainly wasn’t going to sit down and take the time to figure them out; I had more important things to think about.

But Desiree, if I recalled correctly, had always been kind to me. She was being kind now, in fact, and she was apologizing on behalf of people who had more to apologize for than her.

That, I thought, was mature of her.

“That’s not—you don’t need to apologise,” I told Desiree. “And, don’t worry, I’ll still keep the secret. It’s just, I can’t do much more than that.”

“Thank you anyway,” Desiree offered a small smile.

I might actually end up liking some of these people.

Things were silent for exactly two seconds, before the doors banged wide open again. Jolene, Rowan and Scarlett jumped up and all held themselves straighter. Possibly an involuntary reflex from their training.

My first thought was, Back so soon?

“No, stop, don’t you dare touch me,” came a loud, shrill voice.

Three people who were obviously Hunters barreled into the room. They were wearing the neat, dark blue armour that comprised their uniform, and a hulky dude had Lila in a death grip around her arm, which, obviously, she was uselessly fighting against.

“What are you doing?” I asked, standing up. “Let go of her-”

“The assembly has been preponed,” said a sharp female voice. Out of the three Hunters present, she was the only female, but no one would think so just by looking at her frame. She was tall, broad-shouldered and more muscled than a lot of guys I knew, and looked like she could easily take on every single person in this room, at once. “There have been-”

“Spare the details, Miranda,” drawled the guy behind Lila, who was holding her in a way that couldn’t possibly be comfortable. It took a considerable effort on my part not to grit my teeth.

“Let go of her,” I said again, boldly. “She’s human, she can barely harm you."

A silent, dangerous beat passed.

“Yes," the other male in the trip agreed finally. “It's considered rude to cut off the blood circulation in her upper arm, you know.”

The bigger guy glared at the one who just spoke, but slowly let go of Lila anyway. She yanked her arm away in defiance and rubbed her other palm over the area. “Get the other one, then,” he then said to the woman named Miranda.

She nodded and, without saying a single word, walked over to our group, pushed Rowan very rudely aside, and grabbed my shoulder in a bruising grip, as though she was trying to force me down with the sheer strength of her hand.

I looked at the shoulder under her grip. “Let me go,” I said, and a jolt that went through my body every time I’d used my powers went up my arm.

Miranda immediaely flinched and snatched her hand back, as if burned. She hid her hand with her other, but I could see a red weal appear across her palm.

So that meant my offensive light ability didn’t just harm Shadows. Huh. Good to know.

The rest of the room, however, instantly rebelled. The Hulk lunged forward, only to be blocked by Scarlett and Jolene, who were, by the way, half his size. Scarlett reached into her dark hair with her fingers and miraculously pulled out a small blade, twirling it between her fingers before holding it to Hulk’s chin without a single shift in her expression, which was, most probably, a suicide-level dangerous thing to do.

Mediocre Guy, who’d been standing beside Lila, decided then to spring into action, jumping at Scarlett and Jolene. But Rowan was already there, stomping his foot on the floor in front of him, which seemed to create an invisible force that threw Mediocre Guy off his feet. On later reflection, if this had been in a comic, I would have found it funny that a guy who looked like he was made of porcelain could conjure enough strength with only his right foot to throw someone else, whatever their size, off-balance.

Mediocre Guy made a loud crash and a surprised yelp as he fell, and let me tell you, it would have started war right then and there, if Desiree hadn’t intervened.

“Guys, stop!” her voice rose. “Rowan, have you lost your mind? Scarlett, put that thing away right now, and Jolene, I swear, if your fingers turn into claws!”

Everyone stepped back.

Miranda said in that sharp voice of hers, “Control your brats, Raynott, or we will be calling more Hunters.”

“They’re not my brats,” Desiree protested.

“I’ll go with you,” I felt the need to insinuate. “But not if you drag us around like we’re airport luggage.” I closed my mouth then, because I felt like I’d made my point.

Hulk looked as though that was exactly what he thought of us, Mediocre Guy stood up, and Miranda simply shrugged.

“Come on then,” Mediocre Guy spoke up, “but keep yourselves in check, especially you.” He jabbed a finger at Rowan, who simply rolled his eyes, not even bothering to check whether Mediocre Guy was looking or not.

With that, Hulk, Mediocre Guy and Miranda led us out of the room to destinations unknown.

But there was still one thing I was confused about. My power was everything to do with light and using it offensively, I’d seen it more than once, and it was obviously that light that had somehow hurt Miranda, because there was nothing else it could be.

But when I’d made the burn on Miranda’s hand that she was currently nursing, there had been no light.

Taglist: @jeahreading, @damn-this-transgirl-hella-gay, @mayaheronthorn, @cherryblossempearl

[fratboykate]

Because I can't let it go and I'm an east coaster. Enjoy waking up to this:

Kate tries so hard to make sure the kids are not impacted by her and Yelenas argument. She and Yelena are in agreement on that so with the kids, it's business as usual, but kids got these stupid things called brains and feelings so they know their moms are having problems.

Maks, fearing for his family staying together, apologizes for being upset that Yelena missed the play. Yelena can either break or look at Kate like "he forgives me, why can't you" because I genuinely think she's so analytical and book smart, she forgets feelings so she could really go either way on that.

But you just have the kids walking on eggshells around them and Kate hates it but Yelena keeps saying "we need to get over this" which isn't an apology. It's kicking the can down the road. And so they're in therapy one day and Kate just goes OFF about not letting her kids feel abandoned and Yelena should understand why that issue is so important.

I need to go lay down.

You really can't dangle angst in front of me and expect me to resist. Here's 2k words of "moms are fighting" like that other anon said lol.

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Yelena pokes her head into the dimly lit office where her wife sits, intently pouring over stacks of documents.

"Hey. You coming to bed?" Kate flips a page and scribbles a note on the edge. "You don't have to sleep in the guest room...You should come to bed...I stopped at La Perla on my way home and bought some new things I could show you. You never say no to a private fashion show." Kate thumbs a few pages back and cross-references that data with the one on the current page. Yelena is blatantly getting iced out. The blonde nods and sighs. "Well, at least I know you'll have to talk to me on Friday from four to four fifty."

Yelena references their standing bi-weekly couple's therapy appointment in jest, mostly trying to lighten the air between them. She loathes that Kate can hold a grudge like no one else.

"It's not a joke, dude. None of this has ever been a joke to me." Kate rebuffs her without looking up from the splayed-out folders.

"Are you implying it is to me?"

Yelena steps inside, closes the door behind her, approaches one of the two plush chairs across from Kate’s desk, and unceremoniously plops herself onto it.

"You treat it...us...very aloofly when you feel like it. Like things you can put on a shelf when it's inconvenient to have us around, so, yah. I guess I am."

"You always have the drama dialed up to twelve." Yelena states, her tone lighthearted. She's frankly pushing to minimize this, not maliciously, but because she needs it to go away. Yelena needs them to be okay again. She can only handle them being in a weird place for so long before it starts to drive her slightly mad, and this has already been going on for weeks now. Slowly escalating until it all blew up.

Kate huffs and shakes her head incredulously.

"Maybe people are right. Maybe we do marry versions of our parents because you're exactly like my mom."

W O O F. Kate could've called her wife a slur and it would've stung less than being compared to either of Kate's parents, particularly Eleanor.

"The hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"You're a genius. Figure it out."

"Why are you hellbent on making this worse? He forgave me. Why can't you?"

"Dude..." Kate swallows an aggravated, throaty groan. "Sometimes I can't figure out if you're actually this dumb outside your little lab or if you pretend to be so I let you get away with shit."

"You're angry. I get it. But don't insult me. I draw the line at disrespect. We can talk this through without going low or being childish."

A bitter laugh escapes Kate.

"You seriously have zero self-awareness. It's stunning to watch. You should have one of your coworkers observe you. 'Genius who's a fucking idiot in disguise: a study in how she gets through life.' could win you some awards. That's all you care about anyway."

"Yeah, we're going to do this in therapy because I'm not letting you goad me into saying something I don't mean."

"Whatever."

Yelena stands and attempts to walk away, but Kate's reply forces her right back down.

"Stop acting like a child, Katherine. I have three of those already. Don't need a fourth."

"You remembered you have kids?! AN EARLY CHRISTMAS MIRACLE."

Yelena rises again and manages to walk a few feet this time, but she eventually pivots and stomps back. Kate has successfully managed to push her buttons.

"I told you. I told you so many times that more than one was a bad idea. I'd be stretched thin. It's why my parents only had me. My mom knew this career is complicated. Time-consuming. But unlike you, my dad listened. He got it and they acted accordingly. Responsibly."

Halfway through her diatribe, Kate jumps in and begins talking over her wife.

"I'm sorry I can't be a perfect, obedient lap dog like your dad. I wanted a big family. You always knew that."

"AND YOU KNEW I DIDN'T! You knew it. We talked about it for years. You should've married someone who wanted the same things."

"You should've just said no if you weren't going to be around."

"Do you even remotely comprehend that it’s basically impossible to say 'no' to you?! Remember the cabin? I told you I didn't want kids and you threatened to leave me, Kate. You asked for a divorce, said you were done with me if we didn't."

"Don't rewrite history now. You said you weren't ready yet. YET. Not that you didn't want them at all."

"It was so clear. It was clear what I meant."

"Words have meanings. You can't change them retroactively. That is NOT what you said."

"Maybe not at that moment, but I told you I had doubts before that day. More than once. You heard what you wanted to hear."

"One is a mistake. Four is a pattern."

"You wouldn't stop asking! I wanted to make you happy. That's all I've ever wanted. Obviously Maks...after......Maks was my idea. I know that. I needed it after the...It felt wrong not to try again. And you were so upset. You tried to bury it, but I could see it. I always know. I knew it would make you happy to try again."

"They're not some consolation prize, dude. What is wrong with you?"

"I never said they were. Don't put words in my mouth."

"Can you leave? I have work to do."

"I love them. More than I think I could ever quantify."

"You're doing the bare minimum. Congratulations. Good for you."

"Stop being an asshole. I'm trying to have a conversation."

"I got shit to do."

Yelena doesn't move, mind racing. After a long beat, she speaks anew.

"Maybe it's my pride, maybe it is...but do you have any idea how hard it is to feel so incredibly subpar at the ONE THING you're desperate to be great at? I don't have to try at work. That's innate to me. It's easy. This...all of it...I feel like I'm treading water every day. There's not one day that I've gone to bed feeling I've done a good job with them. I think I can be a good partner, most of the time at least. I feel like I did it for a long time before we had them, so I can confidently say I'm no less than competent on that front, but I've never felt anything except terrible at being a mom. It's an awful thing to come to terms with every single night. I don't think there's been ONE night since Alex was born when I don't beat myself up over everything I did wrong or could've done better that day before I fall asleep. It's suffocating sometimes, Kate. I often feel like the weight of my own disappointment is smothering me. Add yours on top of that and…it’s not easy for me. None of it. You're a better mom than me. Always have been. They love you more too and I get it. I get it. It's understandable. If I were in their shoes, I would too."

"It's not a competition. Never has been."

"Sure. Doesn't mean this come naturally to only one of us and it certainly isn't me. Sometimes it feels like the best thing I can do for all of you is stay out of your way. You seem to do fine without me when I'm not around."

"We've kind of had to learn to lately. You checked out."

"I didn't."

"This is your dissertation all over again."

"If you felt that way, why wouldn't you say something? We promised we would never let it get that bad again. We said we wouldn't."

"I can't spell everything out for you."

"I also can't read your mind."

"Trust me. You don't need mentalist skills to put two and two together. You just don't care enough to pay attention."

"Why do you go out of your way to say things that hurt me when you're angry? You know I care. Of course I care."

"Why do YOU go out of your way to DO things that hurt ME?! ALL.THE.TIME! All the time, dude."

"I don't mean to."

"That would be an excuse for almost anyone else, but you've got a big ass brain, so...try again. Not good enough."

"I don't know how else to apologize for missing the play."

"This is so much bigger than the play! My god, it's impossible to talk to you."

"Try."

"Yelena, I have work. This is the third time I've asked you to leave my office."

"Work is more important than this?"

Kate's eyes shoot up from her computer screen to scowl directly at Yelena.

"Don't play that bullshit with me right now because that would be RICH coming from you."

"I'm only trying to talk."

Kate doesn’t offer an answer and refocuses on her work instead. 

Yelena is not deterred. She’s not leaving. 

They sit silently. Kate examines papers then types as anger oozes out of each pore. Yelena wordlessly follows her every move with her eyes. 

After around a dozen minutes of Kate trying to play it cool while her wife's gaze bores into her, she forcefully shuts her computer and glares at Yelena.

"My entire fucking childhood, I had to watch my parents pick other shit over us. I won't let you do it to them. I know what it did to me, what it did to Deej and I'm breaking that pattern. I also won't force them to watch us do this charade of pretending to be okay for their sake. Either we fix it...YOU fix it...or it's done."

"So what? You want me to quit my job? Become a stay-at-home mom?"

"No. I just need you to get your fucking priorities straight."

"So it's you, or it's done?"

"'Prioritize your family over work' is a pretty fucking basic ask, dude. Don't make me sound irrational because I'm not."

"Why do you always do this? Why do you always throw divorce around so flippantly the moment we have big issues come up?"

Kate stands from her chair.

"If you're not letting me work, I'm going to bed. I'm exhausted."

"If you truly want to break the pattern, then stop running away like your parents did..."

"Yelena." Kate speaks over her wife. Firmly. A blatant warning that she should stop going down that path.

"...They blow relationships up every time things get hard because it's easier to walk away than to work at it."

"Don't bring my parents into this."

"You already compared me to your parents. Twice."

"If you don't want that, quit acting like them. Simple. I'm going to sleep. In the guest room."

"You're the one who always walks away..."

"Yelena, I swear to fucking god...Stop talking."

"...and I'm the one always chasing."

"Must be nice living in an alternate fucking reality. For someone who claims they don't want a divorce, you sure love to do everything in your power to push me to it."

"You know what, Kate? Fine. You want to be away from me this badly? I'll go to a hotel tonight then stay with my parents starting tomorrow. You come find me when you're ready to stop acting like your father and are willing to have a conversation with me like the adults we're supposed to be."

"Do whatever the fuck you want. It's what happens anyway."

"Good."

"GREAT."

Kate storms out of the office, leaving Yelena behind. The blonde exhales explosively and allows her head to sag between her shoulders. 

That's not how tonight was supposed to go, but Yelena is too proud to back off from the threat now. She has to call Kate’s bluff at some point, or they will get stuck in this cycle forever. Now might be as good a time as any to see how far her wife is willing to take this.

...Seems like she has to go pack.

[fivekrystalpetals]

So freaking this happened and

me immediately: his waist looks real huggable

*ahem* me: I was scared for no reason ofc they'd have a plan!

also me:

do you know how long I waited for an actual fight scene for Break??? It's been said several times that he is the strongest and best swordsman in the Pandora yet we have only two or three fights: one, with Cheshire which is overruled bc Cheshire was a chain and no match up against Break's Mad Hatter anyway,, and two, against Fang which lasted for too little and gave me more heart attacks bc idk which one of them is gonna die I couldn't even enjoy it properly but here..... I know he isn't gonna die bc Sharon and Shirley are here as his lucky charms so!!!! I am here with popcorn and screaming you go Break!!!!

(I am gonna put up the whole of Retrace 86/87 here and nobody can stop me)

So, I got my answer to the origins of the Mad Hatter. I assumed this might be the case, but the dimension was breaking apart while she was stating her wish so.... I didn't think it likely that she could have provided him with a chain at a time like that. Also, to think she gave him a 'destroying' chain to destroy herself, who is a creature of the Abyss </3

Shelley was such a sweet person (no, to be honest, all of the Rainsworth ladies are genuinely so sweet and caring,, I am sorry I had placed you ladies on my list of suspects as well in the beginning)

I wish we could have seen more of her, she must have made quite an impression on Break if it's her name he utters in a fatal situation;-;

Break, put this baby Sharon in your pocket for good luck :)

And now onto what I had been waiting all along--

--watching Break go all BAMF mode fjskjgkslla;me chanting: iwantthisanimatediwantthisanimatediwantthisanimatEDhfjsgjksl PLEASE I WANT THIS ANIMATED :(((

HE IS SO FAST OMG LOOK AT ALL THOSE ACTION LINES AJJGSKL

ok this was ruthlessly hot of him, he just chopped off a guy's head just like that not even bothering to look back at him ;-;

realizing how dangerous Break can get in situations like this-- he goes full Kevin Legnard mode

also this panel of Break is 🔥

hehehehe including my ship here because yay!! they are trying to kill each other!!! yay!!!!

the problem with shipping enemies-to-lovers is precisely this:

you are cheering for both sides of the conflict yet want neither one to die yet want both of them to win yet you know it's impossible and one is gonna die unless they ally for some reason but no reason exists and neither one relents yet--

in any case, can we talk about how smart Lottie is? (I had to go back and add this to my Lottie appreciation post because I was so impressed lol)

Had it not been for Shirley, Break might have lost here, died even,, because what she says is right. He is fighting but he has not at all healed from his previous injuries from his unnecessary fight against Fang (which, thanks to Vincent, got aggravated, seriously what's the sewer rat's problem?!),, so he is fighting for and with his life. Using his chain only adds to burden that his body can't take. lol, and so what a simple logic she uses-- just stay away from him by a certain distance, out of Mad Hatter's range and don't throw your chains against it either. He would self-destruct by himself ;-; (Break looks so annoyed here, he must have realized that her logic would work.)

Now...... I understand why everyone calls her the scariest lady in the Pandora omg the dangerous look in her eye (she has grown into a sort of mature beauty now compared to her young, childish and fresh beauty back then lol);

also, I love how his family doesn't treat his increasing disability as a handicap instead try to make use of whatever resource they have at hand to aid him regardless

He really killed all the Baskervilles except for Lottie, Lily and Doug who have Endgame-Stop-Glen-sama-Plot-Armor ig? (or...... no ha not possible right? I am getting too delululu and no I won't elaborate lol) poor those new Baskervilles,, they were only brought to be cannon fodder for Break's badass fight scene lmao

and then, we get Echo/Zwei appearing on scene with Ada as hostage and more at 10--

but I do have a complaint: I feel like Break knew/realized that Echo was Zwei? Had he let Oz and co. know of his suspicions at least (the way he did for Vincent) Uncle Oscar could have been alive....... ;-; or maybe, it's just my delusions ;-; Uncle Oscar should have been alive,, he should have the chance to be with the kids at the end ;-; at least he got to let Oz know his heartfelt wish and passed with a smile on his face so..... that's something? 😭😭

[xiaoao]

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜.

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 2

╰┈➤𓆩♡𓆪 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 1

this was made on Mobile, if the lines seem not align that means it's the width of your gadget <3

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Summary : Xiao's parents arranged him to marry someone else, you were forced to go to his wedding, you wistfully watch them.

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Genre : Angst to fluff ❣

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Warnings : VERY out of character Xiao, very long, very cringe.. ( But I need smth to post.. )

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Characters mentioned : Xiao possibly ooc ( out of character ), reader, anon friend, anon bride, Xiao's parents ( Pretend he has one ), reader, reader's parents ( fake parents ).

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𝐼 𝑜𝒷𝒿𝑒𝒸𝓉!

Said your friend, your eyes widen in shock, you tried pulling your friend's arm to pull them back to their seat, basically to make them sat. "I have one question for the bridegroom." your friend said, you knew exactly what they wanted to ask so you desperately shook your head as a way to say "no". "Do you truly love the bride?" Your friend asks, Xiao looks at his mother nervously, he gulped "Of course I do, why shouldn't I?" He says, your friends eyes widen "what..?" Your friend says in disbelief. "C'mon sit back down.. you heard him." You whisper, your friend sits back down, "I shall resume." The father said "no that's gotta be fake just look at his expression!" Your friend said whispering and yelling at the same time "it's a wedding, of course he'll look nervous." You said, your friend scoffs, you smile at your friend weakly. Your friend feels extremely bad for you, they can tell you still love Xiao, but they know you're happy for Xiao, so they stopped.

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The bridegroom and bride said their vows, "You may now kiss the bride." After the priest say that you can't help but turn to your friend, after, you heard people clap so you clapped as well, your friend noticed it, you were in pain, excruciating pain, but yet, you still held back, you're amazing, seriously. After the wedding ended you stepped outside, you sat on the stairs staring at the beautiful moonlight before you, Xiao saw you, he wanted to hug you, seriously, he didn't want to say that, he wanted to say he loved you, however unfortunately, he was forced to. As your past lover, he knows you just need time alone, so he left, he spotted your friend, well, of course, he knows they're disappointed, he can't blame them, as a bridegroom he's disappointed as well, he wishes he can turn back time to where the both of you would sneak outside to hangout and stargaze. With his new partner, he never does the things you two did, he still has hope that you two would end up together again and do the things the two of you did, as lovers. Xiao's parents called everyone in for an announcement, "Good evening dear guests, please come on in! I have an announcement." Xiao's mother said, you went inside and sat beside your friend "as everyone knows my son and his wife has graduated college." His mother said, everyone clapped and congratulated him, "He will he moving out! He will be moving out with his wife, and if anyone who lives near _____ please support him." His mother added, your heart broke, it already broke into pieces, but this time turned into little pieces. "What?! Mom you can't be serious!" Xiao said angrily. The audience went silent "Now, now, Xiao. I am being serious, you wanted this right?" Xiao's mother said calmly, "No I didn't! I didn't even wanted to marry this woman I have never met in my life!" He said, "Xiao!" His father said, you couldn't handle this energy, this.. aggressive energy, you hated aggravating energy so much, you ran outside, your friend followed you, "hey.. hey Y/n you alright?" Your friend asks genuinely concerned, you were breathing heavily, tears are flowing down your cheek, "Y/n.." your friend says, you shake your head, "it's fine.. don't worry." You said reassuring them, "you can go back, I want some alone time.." you added, your friend nods respecting your choice. Your friend goes back to the church. You decided to go to the mall to take your mind of off things, you texted your friend to let her know and maybe tell your other acquaintances that you left.

---------------you already arrived at the mall, you went out shopping, then eating, then went to bed.----------------

You heard a loud beeping, you completely forgot to turn off your alarm as you already graduated college, you jumped, your eyes were both shocked and tired to the sudden loud sound. You sat up rubbing your eyes, you look out the window to see if your parents car is there, "of course it isn't, probably visiting Xiao's parents." You say, you were stuck at the house doing nothing, you then remembered what happened last night, you're having mixed emotions, sad, blissful, confused, enraged, all at the same time, you didn't want to cry anymore, you were tired from crying all night last night, you then checked your phone to see messages, you saw a group chat containing a bunch of your friends, and other people. The person who wrote s paragraph was of course, the friend who accompanied you during Xiao's wedding, you were very happy to see that a lot of people cared for your feelings as well, you decided to scroll on social media, you saw your parents and saw your past lover holding hands and smiling with his new one, you were happy, but for some reason you can't accept that fact that he stopped loving you that quickly, they were at the beach, it was near your place, which you didn't notice, you go there daily to get some air, and maybe treat it as an escape from reality, you then changed your clothes then proceed to walk there, it wasn't too far, you were wearing a white poloshirt with a pair of shorts, black shorts to be specific. You were also wearing knee high socks to match your shoes, it was bicoloured, one shoe had a lot of white specks while the other shoe has black, the main colour was both white and black, you wore white and black socks as well. As you walked you heard a lot of laughs, you smiled to it, you saw the beach, then, when you went near you saw your parents, they unfortunately heard your footsteps, weird, you were walking in sand. "Y/n!?" Your mother yelled, everyone turned to you, you sighed to the sight, "Sorry, I go here daily, remember?" You say, "..fine, you can stay here." Your mother said, you were quite happy the she let you stay, as this was your favourite place. You went near the place you'd always go to. You scrolled through your phone texting your friends, you then heard a conversation between Xiao's parents, Xiao, and his wife. You were curious, but you are fully aware this was bad, but you did so anyways. "Xiao please we're in public, let's not do this conversation here." Said his mother, "Well I'm sorry but I have to stop pretending! I don't love her, why did you have to separate me from them.." Xiao said, "You don't love me..?" The bride asks, "Of course I don't! I can tell you only love me from my appearance." He said frustrated, "Them?" Xiao's father asked "Don't act so stupid, Y/n! You are fully aware I loved them, yet, you took me away from them!" Xiao said again, "You know why we did this!" Xiao's mother yelled, a lot of people looked at her direction "Serves you right." Xiao said "Oh and, I don't know why you did that, Y/n was a perfect signature other! They actually treated me right, when I'm tired, they'd take care of me, not this woman!" Xiao said, "Xiao she's your wife!" Xiao's father said, "I don't care, and I will never care about her, she gives zero fucks about me, I do too. She doesn't do the things unlike Y/n.." Xiao said, you were slightly happy that Xiao loved you, but, you had second thoughts to that, does he really still love you? Or does he just miss your actions? You tried to take your mind out of it, so you played some games on your phone ( peep prosekai /j ), you didn't notice but it was getting late, you saw Xiao standing, you don't think he saw you, "Not going home yet? It's getting late." You said, "I should be asking you that." Xiao said turning around to meet your eyes, "I go here daily, I sleep here too sometimes." You said, "I see.." Xiao said, you noticed he couldn't take your eyes of off you, "Is there something wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?" You said, Xiao sighed, "Sorry." He said turning his head, "Hows your relationship with your wife?"

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You said genuinely curious "Bad." He said, so hesitations, you laughed to that response, Xiao smiled that he got to hear that laugh once again, you stopped laughing and started to wipe your eyes, "Anyways why are you still here?" You ask Xiao, "I.. wanted to stay with you.." He said, you were both confused and happy, "Why?" In a teasing tone, "Because I still.." He said, you were confused why his sentence was abrupt, "You still..?" You said waiting, Xiao mumbles something you couldn't hear, "Hm? Speak up more, Xiao.'' you said, "I still love you.. I can't leave now, if I do.. I won't be able to see you again.." Xiao confessed, you giggled teasingly a bit "What..?" Xiao said, it's like when he first confessed, his cheeks were so red, "Oh Xiao.. you finally admitted it, I knew you still love me, and I do too." You said, "Really now? For some reason I doubt that." Xiao said, you shook your head "it's true." You said, "I mean this love is still mutual, right?" Xiao asked, "Yeah, why?" You ask, "And can divorce be an option..?" Xiao asked, "You're brutal, Xiao." "Only for you.'' "Oh?", after that conversation you burst out laughing, Xiao was also close to laughing, "No, seriously Xiao, you're brutal and cruel all at once. Divorce? Seriously?" You said "I'm sure you love her too." you added, Xiao shook his head FAST. He doesn't love anyone else but you, seriously ( And Zhongli ), "Well, if you're continuing this plan, good luck, I don't know if I should wish you luck. I'm gonna go, I'm really tired. Good night." You said while standing up "Night.." Xiao said, you didn't look back but wave, Xiao waves goodbye back "Typical Y/n." Xiao whispered to himself, he has no reason to stay but go back to the hell hole he lives in.

---------------Time skip----------------

"Y/n! Come quickly!" Your friend said, "I'm coming! Yeesh can you be a little slower?! I can't keep up at your pace." You said "Aha.. sorry.." Your friend said, "Whatever, what did you want anyways?" You ask "So I have some news." Your friend said, "You mean gossip." You said, "Yeah sure whatever, but I heard Xiao got a divorce." Your friend tells you, "Oh wow he really did it.." You said surprised, "What do you mean he did it.. don't tell me you were the one who planned that.." Your friend says, "No! Of course not! He just told me one time when we met." you said, "Oh alright.. wait you guys met?!" your friend says, "It was an accident! Stop suspecting us!" You said, Xiao was there, the whole time listening to your conversation, "I'm sorry! Just the thought of you two together, it's weird! Plus Xiao was extremely loyal to you, I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted to get together again. I mean it wasn't his choice to marry that woman." Your friend says, "You're insane." You said, "hehe I know." Your friend said, you looked to your left "Ah Xiao!" You said waving, your friend turned to the left as well, they waved, Xiao waved to the both of you walking up to you guys, "Soo Xiao, how are you? Heard you went through a divorce." Your friend ask, you hit their shoulder as a way to say stop "Glad you asked, I'm doing very well. I'm quite happy too." Xiao said "O-kay I wasn't expecting that answer." You said, "Well?" Your friend said, "what do you mean..?" You asked, your friend did random ass hand signals, you were so confused, "I'll do it." Your friend said, "Xiao.'' your friend said "..?" "Godamnit." Your friend says, "What is it?!" You said, "Are you two gonna get back together?!" Your friend said "Ooh.. Never thought of that.." You said, "I mean.. sure..? If they're comfortable.." Xiao said, "Yes!" Your friend said a little too loud "Quiet down a little yeah?!" You said, "Sorry!" Your friend apologizes, "Soo what's your answer?" Your friend asks, "Now why would I back down on that request." You said, Xiao's eyes widen, in happiness and shock of course, "Seriously?" He said "Yeah!" You said, Xiao didn't waste any second to hug you, "Awh.. I'll leave you two alone now, make sure to find me after you guys stop making out alright? Bye!" Your friend ask, "Yeah and when I find you I'm going to slap you." You said.

𝒴/𝓃.. 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽, 𝐼 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒, 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃.

[razieltwelve]

Yun-Farron Solutions (Final Rose AU)

Fang took a moment to savour the scent of the cigar before she took one last puff and then tossed it onto the creature bound by the ring of salt and a handful of esoteric seals painted onto the ground in blood.

“You bitch!” the creature screamed, writhing as the flames spread over its twisted, malformed body. “I’ll kill you! I’ll your family! I’ll kill your fucking dog!”

Fang smirked. Being a werewolf had its benefits. Being able to smoke a cigar without worrying about cancer was one. Being able to use her own blood for seal work without worrying about dying of blood loss was another. But the best thing was being able to laugh at creatures like this for being stupid enough to pick a fight with a werewolf on a full fucking moon.

“You won’t be doing shit.” Fang tossed some more kerosene onto the screaming creature. “Those seals? I’m not sending you back to the Pit. You’re on a one-way trip to Oblivion.”

The creature renewed its struggles, but it wasn’t going anywhere. She’d tracked this damn thing for close to a month. She’d learned exactly what it was, so she could pick seals that would exploit its vulnerability to the max... and then she’d waited for a full moon, so those same seals could be empowered by her werewolf blood.

It was the difference between chugging around in a car with a cute, little V4 engine and roaring around the neighbourhood in a beast with a V8 under the hood. The seals might not be the most efficient things she’d ever thrown together, but they packed a fucking punch like a bazooka.

The creature stopped screaming after another ten minutes. Just to be sure, Fang waited another five minutes before sweeping the ashes into a pile and dousing them in acid. A spritz of holy water on the remains was the finishing touch.

Satisfied that the creature was not only dead but was actually going to stay dead, Fang pulled out another cigar.

“That is an awful habit to have.”

Fang didn’t bother to turn. “Finished up already, sunshine?”

Lightning’s scowl was a physical force. “Yes, actually. The cultists responsible for summoning that thing were surprisingly forthcoming with information.”

“Was that before or after you ate a few of them?”

“I am a vampire, Fang. I do not eat people. I drink their blood.” Lightning sighed. “Was the holy water really necessary?”

“You can never be too careful. Besides, it’s not like it can actually harm you.”

Lightning wasn’t some paltry fledgling in the same way that Fang wasn’t some newly turned pup. Holy water might annoy her, but that’s all it would do.

“Even so. It’s presence is... aggravating.”

Fang turned. As usual, Lightning was dressed like something out of a gothic novel. Ancestors... vampires really did take fashion seriously, especially the older ones. Gods forbid they dress like regular people. Hell, even the younger ones had their own styles, the most popular of which was a kind of steam-punk re-imagining of what they thought the classical era had looked like.

Lightning dressed sort of like that... but then again, she’d actually lived through those times.

“I can tell what you’re thinking,” Lightning drawled. “And I am not about to take fashion advice from someone who dresses like a hobo.” A century or two ago, the words might have been laced with genuine contempt. Now, however, there was only fond exasperation behind them.

“Yeah, well, there’s not much point in my wearing expensive clothes everywhere when transforming rips them to shreds.” Fang took a puff of her cigar. She should order another batch soon. She was starting to run low. “What did you find out?”

“They learned how to summon that thing from an acolyte of a very old friend of ours.” Lightning’s eyes narrowed and flashed scarlet for a split-second.

“Fuck.” Fang snarled. “Salem? Was it asking for too much for the bitch to actually stay dead?”

“Fang, we both knew she was unlikely to stay dead forever. That’s what happens when you bind your soul to a slumbering eldritch monstrosity who is most famous for eating a whole bunch of other eldritch monstrosities. At the very least, however, she can’t be at anything close to full strength if she’s sending her acolytes out to teach a gang of barely literate conjurors who have only just barely glimpsed the surface of the Twilight World.”

Fang sighed. Shit. She really should have brought some booze. As if reading her mind, Lightning tossed her a bottle of bourbon. “Where’d you get this?”

“Fang, if I’m going to murder a whole gang of cultists after tearing through their minds, a bit of theft is hardly going to matter. Besides, it’s not like they were in any condition to appreciate it.” Lightning waited for Fang to take a swig straight from the bottle before doing the same. “We’re going to have to get the band back together, so to speak.”

“Yeah. If Salem is back, we’ll need all of them.” Fang could already feel a headache forming despite her werewolf physiology. “You realise that nobody has even seen Raven for, what, three hundred years or something?”

“Three hundred and twenty-five to be precise.” Lightning’s brows furrowed. “But Summer might know where she is. Even if she hasn’t said anything so far, she’ll tell us once she knows Salem is back.”

“Yeah. That’s true.” Fang glanced up at the moon. “You can handle that, right?”

“Summer and I are still on speaking terms,” Lightning said with careful blandness. “Although she may be reluctant to leave her current... life.”

Fang chuckled and shook her head. “I almost admire her audacity, thinking she and Taiyang can just settle down and live regular lives. None of us can. Once you’ve walked in the Twilight, there’s no going back, not for people who’ve gone as deep as we have.”

"True. But I can’t blame her for trying.” Lightning turned. “We should go. We have calls to make and plans to devise.”

Fang laughed and followed her. “At least Vanille will be happy. Who knows what kind of shit she’s got prepped in case of emergency?”

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Pokeani character motivations and goals are SO fascinating to me. Often the motives we're given are just 'be the best!' or 'make friends!', but the ones you can find through analysis and interpretation of actions after some deep digging? SUPER interesting. Rambling under cut for seelct characters that fascinate me the most in this regard. long

First off, what am I referring to here in this? I'll be talking about two things. Goals, and what motivates characters to reach those goals.

Let's look at May first. In the beginning she just wants to see the world and seeks a change of pace (motivation with no end goal). And while that never changes, it does slide over to be not quite as much of a primary motivation or focus for her.

Going by her actions and how haphazardly she tends to join contests, especially in the beginning, she seems to have little internal drive or plan, other than 'get five ribbons and win the festival' (goal, but we'll come back to that). But what DRIVES her forward to do it? What makes her genuinely WANT to do well? Because I don't see her as particularly success-driven or competitive.

I'm NOT kidding or shipping, but... the answer is Drew. Or, rather, other people. She's a very social people-person. She takes other people's words and opinions very seriously and to heart. We mostly see this with her rival Drew- he knows just how to aggravate her enough to get her raring to go, but also in a way that helps guide her along. For each bitchy rival thing he says, there's always advice in it. I guarantee. It's not just "oh you suck lmao". It's "well maybe if you actually paid any attention and had taken advantage of the sunny weather with bulbasaur (random example), then you'd have done better. rose be upon ye." This works INCREDIBLY well for May. The irritating advice, not the roses. I'm half convinced she kept giving them to beautifly. ANYWAYS We see the same with Harley, with his words affecting and influencing her, though he uses it against her, leading her astray. We see it with some of her fans- she can get a little overconfident from their praise or dejected from harsh words. She moves forward and improves (or worsens) due to other people and how much she takes in their reactions to her preformances. She's like a sponge, kind of.

But WHY is winning contests a goal for her? Genuine answer, she thought they looked dope and they're fun. Not kidding. THe only reason she started them was because they looked like more fun than the gym challenge. SO, goal: have fun (contests). Motivation: other people.

Drew is an interesting case. Most of what we get from him has to come from personal interpretation, as despite having an excellent arc, a lot of it lies beneath his surface and takes some digging. In my opinion, Drew's motivation hinges and differentiates on what he's trying to achieve. Contest-wise, don't know. We have little insight into his coordinating career path. But we DO see him interacting with people, and here's the thing: he's an introvert. he prefers to travel alone. He would rather walk out of an uncomfortable situationthan deal with it (spontaneous combusken. in-text citation: that scene where brianna talks to him and he's just like. "ok cool hi. may why did you do this to me. why did you make me socialize. goodbye." AND YET do you want to know the one consistent thing throughout his interactions???? Advice, just as mentioned above with May. BUT WE EVEN SEE IT WITH ASH! Also spontaneous combusken (AMAZING for his development despite it being shitpost worthy at times. I ADORE it despite of and because of the Moments). ANYWAYS in SC, ash is telling a heartbroken Sceptile to snap out of it. Drew comes over like "hey maybe don't yell at it. you're making it worse." We see it with him talking to Brianna, though he seems much less invested in how she does. Drew is really good at giving advice. AGAIN, we see it the most with May. He's REALLY invested in how she does. Even with other coordinators, he'll watch the screen and pay close attention to how they do. I think he's motivated by making a difference, in seeing that he can help people. Though it's also difficult to say that definitively, as we don't get much clear internal insight to him.

What about Zoey? Zoey is very, VERY internally motivated and takes contests seriously, even coldly scolding Ash for... checks notes, having fun and battling like a gym battler, which he is. (Half joking here. I love Zoey but GOODNESS she went OFF on Ash that one time.) For Zoey, contests are not a silly side hobby. They're a career for her. And while I have less examples for her, I can pretty easily conclude that she's very internally motivated to do well. Whether that's to prove herself, to make a name for herself, or what, I cannot say- but it's all internal as opposed to May's opposite motivation. Which is internally nonexistent and basically only from external influence and interaction.

So, I'd argue Zoey's goal and motivation are one and the same: to be the best coordinator she can be. Her goal is what drives her forward.