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rrcenic · 1 year

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ineffable husbands playlist - post-season two (an angsty list with the lyrics that remind me of them)

STORY OF US - taylor swift (i used to think one day we'd tell the story of us // how we met and the sparks flew instantly // and people would say, "theyre the lucky ones" // i used to know my place was a spot next to you // now im searching the room for an empty seat // cause lately i don't even know what page you're on // oh, a simple complication // miscommunications lead to fall out // so many things that i wish you knew // so many walls up i can't break through)

ITS OVER, ISNT IT? - from steven universe (it’s over, isn’t it, isn’t it, isn’t it over? // you won, and she chose you, and she loved you and she’s gone // it’s over, isn’t it, why can’t i move on?)

SAY YES TO HEAVAN - lana del ray (if you go, i’ll stay // you come back, i’ll be right here // like a barge at sea // in the storm, i stay clear // cause i’ve got my mind on you // i’ve got my mind on you // say yes to heaven // say yes to me // say yes to heaven // say yes to me)

FLOWERS - original broadway cast of hadestown (dreams are sweet until they're not // men are kind until they aren't // flowers bloom until they rot and fall apart // is anybody listening? // i open my mouth and nothing comes out // nothing, nothing gonna wake me now // flowers, i remember fields of flowers, soft beneath my heels // walking in the sun // i remember someone, someone by my side // turned his face to mine // and then i turned away // into the shade)

DRIVERS LICENSE - olivia rodrigo (red lights, stop signs // i still see your face in the white cars, front yards // can’t drive past the places we used to go to // cause i still fuckin' love you, babe // sidewalks we crossed // i still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing // over all the noise // god, im so blue, know we're through // but i still fuckin' love you, babe)

TV - billie eilish (i don't wanna talk right now // i just wanna watch tv // i’ll stay in the pool and drown // so i don't have to watch you leave)

TAKE ME TO CHURCH - hozier (take me to church // i’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies // i’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife // offer me that deathless death // good god, let me give you my life)

STAY WITH ME - sam smith (oh won’t you stay with me // cause you’re all i need // this ain’t love, it’s clear to see // but darlin stay with me)

SOMEONE LIKE YOU - adele (never mind, i’ll find someone like you // i wish nothing but the best for you, too // don’t forget me, i beg // i remember you said, sometimes it lasts in love, sometimes hurts instead)

WHEN SHE LOVED ME - sarah mclachlan (when somebody loved me // everything was beautiful // every hour we spent together // lives within my heart // and when she was lonely // i was there to comfort her // and i knew that she loved me // so the years went by // i stayed the same // but she began to drift away // i was left alone // still, i waited for the day // when she'd say, i will always love you)

HIDDEN IN THE SAND - tally hall (when you had to bid adieu // said you’d never love anew // i wondered if i could hold it and fall in love with it too // you told me to buy a pony but all i wanted was you)

I CANT HANDLE CHANGE - roar (nothing i do is ever good // nothing i do is ever good enough // nothing i do is ever good // i can’t help but repeat myself// i know it’s not your fault // but lately i begin to shake for no reason at all)

TALKING TO THE MOON - bruno mars (i know you’re somewhere out there, somewhere far away // i want you back // i want you back // cause every night, im talking to the moon // still trying to get to you // in hopes you're on the other side talking to me too // or am i a fool who sits alone talking to the moon?)

LOVE OF MY LIFE - queen (because what kind of ineffable husbands playlist would it be without queen?) (love of my life, you've hurt me // you’ve broken my heart, and now you leave me // love of my life, can't you see? // bring it back, bring it back, don't take it away from me // because you don't know what it means to me)

#nics stuff #gos2 #good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable husbands playlist #gos2 playlist

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years

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Lost self confidence

Anon: Can I request a lil one-shot where y/n has been on the team for a while and she put on some weight/starts feeling insecure about it and Gibbs helps her feel better? :> If not it's okay (Preferably a lot of fluff, angst & smut up to you)

Anon: Can I ask for a plus sized reader and gibbs please? I never see them :( Maybe someone says something about her weight when theyre working a case or something and he does the gibbs-legendary-elevator-conversation??? OuO

I thought those two requests work well together. Enjoy, lovely anons! ❤️

Warnings: punch, mention of blood, hurtful comments about weight

Tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @madamsnape921 @specialagentastra

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Your body changed. A lot. More than you like to admit.

You have been avoiding mirrors for a while now, but as you stand in front of it right now, only dressed in underwear, you have to face it. Your body changed and you don’t like it. Actually, you hate it.

As you look at your stomach that used to be flat, your hips that are larger, the celulitis… you can’t help but to think it’s no wonder you’re alone. Who could you attract, looking like this? Not many people and definitely not the man you wish you had. He has probably noticed how your body is different. Maybe before, you stood a chance with the man but not anymore. It’s a lost cause.

You put some clothes on and left for work.

You and your team are working on a tricky case, you are not impatient to get into the office today. But as always, you put on your best smile and pretend that everything is okay. Even though it’s most definitely not.

You skipped breakfast this morning - on purpose - but when you sit at your desk, you can see a brown bag sitting there. You look inside; donuts. Not just regular donuts, but your two favorites.

“Gibbs’s treat.” Tony lets you know.

“What’s the occasion?” you casually answer, putting the bag aside. It’s definitely a bad idea to eat them.

“No occasion. You’re just his favorite,”

You can’t help but smile at this. Not that it’s true, but it feels nice anyway. Before, you would have been happy about your boss’s attention, but not today. “Aren’t you going to eat them?”

“I’m not hungry. Do you want them?”

Tony grabs the bag before you know it. At least, you won’t have to throw them away.

You put yourself into work quickly after. You need to take your mind off your insecurities and how bad you feel about yourself. Tony tries to make casual conversation, just being his old self but as you barely answer, he realizes that something’s wrong with you. He just doesn’t know what.

“You’re staring.” You say to him, without looking up from your computer screen.

“You’re in a bad mood.” He states.

“Am not.”

“Y/N, please.” He stands up from his desk and walks up to yours. “I’m a trained investigator. Talk to me.”

“Not a chance.” You keep working, avoiding eye contact. You’re scared that he may read into you, or worse; that you may cry if he starts to ask too many questions.

“Did Gibbs get the order wrong?” He jokes. He doesn’t mean wrong at all, but it sets you off.

“Just-- leave me alone, DiNozzo.”

You practically jump for your chair, grab your laptop and walk away from the bullpen, leaving your coworker in awe. He’s not sure what just happened, but he’s more convinced that something’s really not okay with you.

You spend the next two hours hiding in the conference room. You didn’t work much, you mostly cried and felt sorry for yourself. You really hate yourself and your body right now. It’s not about gaining some weight, it’s also about how lonely you feel. You love your team more than anything, they really are like your family but when you get home at night, it’s just you. You and your thoughts. You and your loneliness.

You just want someone to get home to. Someone to cuddle, someone to love and who loves you back, someone to fall asleep with. Just someone.

You had your face buried in your arms when you heard the door opening. You look up, ashamed. Gibbs is standing here.

He closes the door behind him and walks to you. “You okay, Y/N?” he softly asks.

“Y-yeah. Just a bit tired.”

“You know, if DiNozzo pissed you off, you can tell me.”

You chuckle. “Nah, it’s nothing he did. I guess I got up on the wrong foot this morning, that’s it.”

Gibbs did let it go - for now - but you knew he didn’t buy any of it.

That is later's concern though, there is some news on the case and you need to get going. The afternoon went better; your mind was focused on the case, you didn’t have time to think of the rest. It’s only when you get back home that it hits again. Before taking a shower, you put a sheet on the big mirror in your bedroom. You don’t want to face your reflection for now.

*****

The next morning, you are in a better mood. Not entirely, you still skipped breakfast and avoided all the mirrors but you made a decision: you won’t let the team know. You won’t let them see you’re going through a tough time. It would only make things worse.

Everything’s going okay until that stupid lawyer shows up. You never wanted to see him again after hooking up with him over a year ago. He seemed nice and good looking, he flirted with you the whole time he was in the office, so when he invited you for a drink, you said yes.

Your agreement had something to do with Gibbs’s flirting with that shrink but to this day, you keep telling yourself that it hadn’t.

After a few drinks, you let the lawyer kiss you and before you knew it, you took him home and you had a one night stand.

The sex wasn’t the problem, you actually had a lot of fun. The problem was the next day.

He was gone before you woke up - still not a problem. But when Gibbs yelled at you for giving him some private information, you understood your mistake. The man had used you. While you were sleeping, he looked into your files and found the information he needed to save his client’s butt.

After that, Gibbs gave you the silent treatment for weeks. And he stopped being mad at you after you came to see him in his basement and did your mea culpa. No one ever talked about it since.

But now, the same man is standing in the middle of the bullpen. You growled to yourself before going in.

You don’t greet him at all, just sit at your desk. “Y/N? That’s you?” he says, apparently shocked.

You look at him briefly and don’t answer.

“My god, what happened to you?” he adds.

“Excuse you?” you snap.

“God, if you had been looking like this last year, I wouldn’t have been able to use you.”

His sentence feels like a punch in your stomach, it hurts. But it shouldn’t and you know it. But it still does. You stay there a moment, not knowing if you want to cry and beat the crap out of him. Probably both at the same, but you don’t move or don’t say a thing, you’re like frozen. You barely don’t notice when Gibbs pushes the man towards the elevator.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Ziva asks.

In the elevator

“Overprotective much, Gibbs?” the lawyer tries to appear confident and unafraid. He has his back against the wall, and in a second, he can hear Gibbs’s fist hitting a few inches away from his head. If the fist had touched his nose, he probably would have needed plastic surgery.

“Ever in your life, you disrespect a woman like that again, and especially--especially not Y/N.”

The lawyer made many people angry over the years, but never had he seen a man as angry as Gibbs looks right now.

“The only reason my hand is in this wall and not your face right now, is because she wouldn’t want me to get in trouble, but trust me when I say that all I want to do right now is to shoot you right in your precious parts.”

Gibbs is panting from anger. He can’t remember the last time he said that many words at once. But there’s no way that he or anyone else can disrespect you like this. Never, under his watch.

“So I’m gonna be very clear, you give that case to someone else. I don’t give a shit who, you just do it. And I don’t ever want to see your face again. Cause if I do, you’ll be so disfigured, you won’t be able to get another woman. Ever.”

“I could sue you for those threats, Special Agent Gibbs.”

“Are you planning to?”

“Maybe I am.”

“Well, in that case--”

This time, Gibbs’s fist hit the nose.

Meanwhile, in the bullpen

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Ziva asks.

“Yeah-yeah,” you clearly lie as your eyes are watering.

Your coworker isn’t buying it. She takes a step forward and hugs you softly. “Please, don’t let him get to you.” she whispers in your ear. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Those words make you cry. You are not really buying them, but it does something to hear them. And you know deep inside that Ziva wouldn’t say something she doesn’t think.

As she keeps hugging, you can feel someone else’s arms wrapping around both of you. It’s Tony and shortly after, Tim is joining. “I think we should call Ducky. We’re going to have a crime scene.” Tony jokes to light the mood.

“I don’t want Gibbs to put himself in trouble for me.” you sadly say.

“Y/N, if Gibbs hadn’t taken him in the elevator, we would all have jumped on him.” Tim tells you. Which surprises you because Tim is the one to avoid a fight as much as he can.

“Also, the only reason I’m not asking you out is because of Rule 12.”

You are about to answer to Tony when you can hear the elevator’s doors opening. You let go of one another and watch Gibbs as he comes back to you and takes you by the hand. “Someone may have to call 911.” he tells the rest of the team.

Gibbs takes you to the other elevator, the one that leads to the lower floors, where Abby’s lab and Autopsy are. But of course, he switches the button as soon as the doors close. He doesn’t say a thing, he just hugs you tight. “Your hand is blue, Gibbs.” you cry in his neck.

“Yeah and his nose is red, who cares.” he kisses your hair. “I don’t want you to cry because of him, Y/N. And especially not because of what he said.”

“But Gibbs--”

“Not ‘but’, Y/N. Look at me.” he softly grabs your chin with his non-injured hand and forces you to look into his eyes. “You may not believe me right now, but you’re beautiful, Y/N. Sexy. Hot.” you uncontrollably shake your head, not buying a word he says. “I know I’m not the best with words, so I’ll let my actions speak.”

Gibbs ducks his head just a bit and closes the gap between his lips and yours. He softly kisses. You probably have never been kissed this softly before. Gibbs is so gentle and tender, his lips move slowly but expertedly. You’re literally melting under him.

The kiss may have lasted for minutes, hours, you don’t really know. You lost track of time, as if the world had stopped spinning.

“I’m sorry I waited for something like this to happen to do it. I’ve wanted this for a very long time, Y/N.”

“Me, too, Gibbs. But I’m not sure that’s the best time. I’ve lost all self confidence and--”

He kisses you again, undoubtedly to make you shut up. “I’ll help you find it again. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

You rest your forehead against his, some tears are still rolling down your cheeks. “You’re not bad with words.”

“I’m still better with touch.”

#jethro gibbs imagine #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs #gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs #agent gibbs #ncis #ncis imagines #ncis fiction #ncis fanfic #tony dinozzo #ziva david #Tim McGee

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honeyitallreadydid · 4 years

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I want Dream and Techno to place all the TNT above L’Manburg and laugh at all those fighting underneath, as there is no way they could lose

I want Tommy to realise this, and look around him. At the friends and family who’ve betrayed him, ridiculed him. At Tubbo, the boy who loved bee’s and laughed with him and Wilbur. At the boy battle weary and broken, angry and vicious, both cruel and weak willed. And he won’t recognise him. He isn’t Tommy’s Tubbo. And this isn’t Tommy’s L’Manburg

Dream will give a speech, ranting about everything he’s done, how foolish they all were, how weak tommy has been. Technoblade is silent,crouched away on top of the walls, staring at Tommy, his expression unreadable.

This isn’t L’Manburg. Not anymore. For starters, Wilburs gone. He was a murderous, inanse, unpredictable son of a bitch, who’s both cold and wild nature made him a caricature of a villain. But he wasn’t. He was funny and loud and teasing and Dream fucking broke him. Broke him with his demands, broke him with his laughter, his taunts. If dream had stayed away, maybe Wilbur would still be here.

My L’Manburg he said. My. It was his, his and Tommy’s. It was never Tubbo’s, never Fundy’s, and sure as shit not dreams. They never laughed in the caravan, never hid away in the ravine. The sharp stab of Erets betrayal was nothing but a sting to the others.

Tommy looked at Dreams frustratingly calm face, his smile just visible under the mask. Victorious, cruel, mocking. He aimed his bow at Dreams neck.

“You think you can kill me Tommy? Really? You can’t even follow sime instructions. Stay away from L’Manburg. Don’t go in the nether. Don’t go against me. Tubbo agrees with me. You couldn’t keep your mouth shut, couldn’t stop Wilbur, couldn’t keep me away. You aren’t shit”

Tommy paused, hesitating, rethinking. Was his impulsiveness the reasoning for all the wars? Was it his own insolence, his own betrayals that broke his old home?

Yes. He knew the answer. He knew what he had to do.

He looked at the TNT, overshadowing the city, obscuring the sun. He thought of the hundreds of wither skulls at technoblade disposal. He thought of the crater, the explosion, the terror that had already once before encapsulated the nation.

“If I can’t have L‘Marburg, then no one can” Tommy muttered, but Dreams gloating and the pleads from Niki and Tubbo let his declarartion go unheard.

He focused back on Dreams broken mask,his once Sandy hair turned deep and matted from when he pulled at it with his blood stained gloves.

Technoblade stands tall, no longer crouching. He looks prepared to fight, but there is weariness in the way he unslings his crossbow, fatigue weighing down on the cracked crown upon his head. Where did he get it? Was it stolen from a vanquished foe, or perhaps commissioned from a blacksmith. Was it a point of pride, a spoil of war? Or just an accessory, with no more meaning than a bracelet or necklace. Tommy would never find out.

He looked away from Technoblades intimidating form, and back at the TNT. Slowly, as if not to draw attention, he notched in a flame arrow and aimed towards the center of the canopy of dynamite.

He cast his eyes at the shield Dream had worn. It was a gift of good faith from Technoblade, it was in the style of the Aegis. The branded face of Medusa had quickly caught Technoblade eye when they were younger, and Tommy remembered seeing a 14 year old Technoblade(who was in the height of his mythology obsession) having to beg and plead Phil for the shield. The distorted reflection revealed Ranboo, standing at the back of their group, staring back at Tommy. Ranboo had seen the red embers that encase the arrow’s tip, he had seen where it was aimed. He knew the destruction and death that would follow. He had seen Tommy’s mind, his intention.

Black eyes met blue, and in a moment of silent resolution they both understood. L’Manburg was once there home, but without Wilbur, it was no more than a bargaining chip. Something to hurt others with. L’Manburg was just like the discs in that respect. And you can’t have freedom with a collar around your neck.

Tommy let the arrow fly, and all hell broke loose.

Hellfire reigned down upon the houses, the wood alight and the stone blast open. The explosives ricocheted in every direction, several breaking through the walls, and a few going over.

Dream, who had been standing underneath the explosives, was immediately trapped as fire and sound broke the ground around him, immediately submerging him in the rubble below, the floor collapsing so fast that Tommy wasn’t sure if a sinkhole had spontaneously erupted. But no. It was him. Good

I hope your fucking dead

He saw Fundy and Quackity fall through the gaps in the paths, the water catching theyre fall but not healing them from the wounds that covered there torso and faces.

Ranboo had teleported at the first assailant, and had taken Tubbo and Niki with him. Thank fuck tommy thought, relieved. Throughout all Tommy’s anger, his rage, his betrayal, he still couldn’t stomach the idea of them being hurt. There clothes were scortched and Nicki’s hair was mostly seared off, but they looked to be mostly okay.

As the final blasts went off, and the fire truly began catching, he looked down into the abyss he had created. Iron and other metals had emerged from the blast, and a slow stream of lava was visible, lighting up the bottom of the pit.

Dreams crumpled form was just barely visible, but what Tommy could see didn’t look good. His armour had somehow fused into him. What remained of the netherite was connected to his chest, the skin around it blood soaked and damaged beyond repair.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, Dream groaned. No Tommy thought, No no no no no

Please just fucking die. It wasn’t mean to be like this. It was never meant to be-

Technoblade elegantly climbed down from the wall in which he stood,observing that battle like one would watch an ant farm. Amused, intrigued. Maybe a little proud at the ingenuity, but otherwise removed.

Then, unsheathing the Axe Of Peace from his belt, he threw it like a tomahawk and buried it in Dreams neck.

Silence.

Time had frozen as everybody gathered around the pit with morbid fascination as they all watched Dreams death, as his neck was cut with blood spewing out of him, thick and hot, staining his face and trademark green hoodie a deep rich brown.

How do you move on from this? What was there to do?

“I-uh, well, I...” Quackity stuttered, unsure of what to say

“L’Manburg is gone.” Tommy stated, his voice loud and authoritarian. “L’Manburgs been mutilated beyond repair, by me, by Wilbur, by Technoblade, by all of us. Use the land for whatever you want, but your not going to rebuild. Not now, not ever. Cover it up, make it a monument, I honestly couldn’t care less. But let L’manburg burn.”

Tommy looks down into the crater and on a ledge not too far from the top, he sees them. His discs. One has a crack down the side, rendering it unplayable, and the other surely is scratched beyond repair. He climbs down into the gaping hole, ignoring Dreams charred remains. He picks them up, softly caressing the indentations, and fondly remembering the times he and Tubbo had listened to them on the bench, gazing at the warm setting sun.

He throws them down, down into the rubble, down past the crumbling houses, and into the lava from the exposed cave system below.

He watches them burn, takes a moment to calm himself, then climbs out.

He ignores the gobsmacked faces that stare at him, eyes wide, jaws slacked. He nods at Tubbo with a tight lipped smile and move on, walking determinedly to Technoblade.

“L’Manburg was fucked the minute it became independent. The war, the exiles, the executions, it was all so pointless. So fucking pointless. Cause everybody’s now dead, and nothing has been won. There are no good guys here Technoblade. No battle, no hero’s, no moral to the fucking story. It was pointless violence fuelled by greed and corruption.”

“I knew you’d agree with me in the end” Techno’s monotone voice betraying him as you could hear the start of a smile behind his helmet.

“I don’t agree with you. You’re destructive and unreasonable and I can’t trust you anymore.”

Tommy walks closer to Technoblade, and with a start Technoblade realises that this isn’t his brother, not now. Tommy isn’t playing hero. He isnt the soldier who had fought in multiple wars. Not the boy who no matter how high the stakes were, no matter how powerful the competition, the boy who would always fight for what is right.

That boy had died. He’d been dying for a while now. Since burning the discs, abandoning technoblade, spending weeks alone with only Dreams honeyed lies filling his ears like wax, unable to hear anything other than what Dream wanted him to hear. Maybe it was Wilburs death, or even before, the moment they were exiled the first time.

Whatever the case, Tommy was gone, and had been replaced by an empty shell of who he was. His eyes were so dark they were almost grey, his hair damaged and his face gaunt. There was no twitch of a smile on his lips, no glint of trouble in his eyes. There was only a poorly concealed grimace of both anger and pain.

He leaned in his mouth tight and his words short. Technoblade clenched his jaw in anticipation of a shouting match, but Tommy’s next words were barely a whisper.

“L’Manburg wasn’t yours to take” his voice was hoarse and his words sharp, and the moment he had finnished speaking his stepped back quickly and walked away from the ruins of the fallen city.

#mcyt #and i want to cry #i want the shit to hit the fan #tommyinnit #dreamsmp #fanfiction #dreamwastaken #technoblade #tubbo #l’manburg

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guidedbygunpla · 3 years

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Gundam REDUX Sidestory chapter 2- Funeral for a Prince

“due to the ongoing land war, I unfortunately cannot send you back to the homeland for Garmas Funeral service, unfortunately not even the high command will be able to leave. Even I must stay behind and make preparations for our Temporary Capital here in New York to be moved to Mendocino California. I do apologize to both of you.” Dozle says across his desk to the two in the room with him, Garmas wife Icelina, and Garmas ex lover Char. “I understand completely, we would be far too easy a target for the federation. We need to fortify our positions, and push forward with the invasion of Jaburo.” Char said, sitting up and walking towards the exit to Dozles office. “but what of the man who killed my Garma…..what will we do about them? Chars report said they were loading an airship when he Gram and Garma got there, cant we send a fleet of Gow after them? Avenge my beloved” Icelina stood, shouting at Dozle

“Icelina, you must understand the federations warship out guns any ship we have earth side, its main cannon was able to knock a gow out of the air with a single shot, and our guns do not even scratch its hull, and we are too far away to stage another run on Arnold Airforce base, and even then we have thrown dozens upon dozens of our best mobile suit pilots at them there, and everyone of them have been wiped out…..our hands are tied” Dozle said, sitting back in his chair, tears welling up in his eyes. He too wanted to avenge his little brother “all we can do now is try to complete Garmas dream, and finish the conquest of the Americas, once we take Jaburo we will have South America under our command, then Zeon will control from the archipelago of northern Canada to the tip of Chile in the south. That is all we can do now to avenge Garma” Char said turning to face them again

“and what of the Princes Killer, this sniper? Can we put a bounty on his head? Something to inspire the troops to stop him?” Icelina said tears rolling down her cheeks

“that is a fine idea, honor and glory to Zeon” Dozle said, his voice cracking as tears continued to well in the giant mans eyes. ____________________________________________________

Gihren stood in front of a massive portrait of Garma, and behind that a giant mound of Chinese bellflower, symbolizing Garmas eternal love for Zeon, and his new wife. his speech was more to rile the troops and demand action in his brothers name, his uniform was different though, no longer the red uniform of an officer, but now a black uniform, with gold fringe, and the Zeon coat of arms stitched into it. The arrow the flower and the hawk, all in gold leaf. Char sat watching it at the bar inside the great ball room of the former presidential palace, wearing the only civilian clothes he had, a white suit. The lights off save the screen of the television. He had pulled a bottle of UC0061 Wild Turkey whiskey from the shelf and made himself one whiskey and water after another. He was sipping through his second glass when Icelina sat next to him

“white is a poor color to wear to a funeral Charles” she said grabbing the bottle from Char, and pouring herself a glass, no water or ice, straight up. “I’m not attending a funeral, I am drinking alone at a bar” he said sipping at his drink “I felt that was obvious.” “that tone is far too rude…… figured you would at least bother to show a small amount of respect” “I paid my respects when I saw his suit fall in Kentucky and as I walked back to Civilization. I said and felt all I could on the way back.” He sipped again “right now, all I want is for this charade of Gihren stealing the reigns away from his father to be off this television, and to get back to work.” “he talked about you a lot you know” Icelina said, sipping at her drink

“I assumed, we were very important to one another” Char said turning to look at her, his eyes obscured by his red sunglasses, a tiny smile appearing as he thought of Garma

“so….if you don’t mind me being so frank, were the rumors of you two being…..well, I mean he was my husband, I feel like I should know” “he still is your husband, even in death your marriage bond is not broken, that is one of the core tenants of a Zeon Marriage.” “oh…” “and yes we were together for quite a long time. We met eachother while at the academy, and at first it was just teasing and exploration, but it evolved over time. I would say that before the war started I genuinely loved him…..but those days are over, and that ship has sailed. War changes a man, I am not the same man I was when I shipped out of Zum city and neither was Garma. When we met again at the party to celebrate your wedding, we were to eachother like strangers. Still, my soul aches to know he is gone forever now.” “I’m so sorry for your loss Charles…” she said, setting a hand on his arm “no, it is I who is sorry for your loss Icelina, Garma was a wonderful man, and we were both lucky to have loved him….I am sorry that your marriage, your futures together were cut so short, if only I had seen that sniper before it was too late.” the two sat in silence as the chants of seig zeon called out over and over again, echoing so loud the TVs speakers crackled and popped. “why do you wear sunglasses all the time? It makes you look like you have something to hide” Icelina said, a small girlish laugh in her voice as she finished. The strong alcohol obviously new to the young woman

“they aren’t sunglasses, I’m colorblind, theyre corrective lenses polorized red blue and green lenses so my eyes can better distinguish the colors” “oh so the propaganda about you having been nearly blinded by cosmic rays was true then? A soldier made of Zeons advanced Science” “hardly, I was born like this. It’s a common malformation among those who were exiled from the earth. The rods and cones in our eyes don’t develop correctly due to a genetic abnormality, and without these glasses, green and red, blue and yellow, they all look the same to me. On the battlefield, being able to distinguish between colors of enemy ships and mobile suits can be key.” “is that why your suit is bright red? Picked it by accident or something? Thought it was green like the rest of the boys” she said with a small snort in her laugh

“what? No….I picked it because Red is the color of an officers uniform, also because I just like the color. Reminds me of those old legends of the Red Baron from World War 1, a single pilot that no one could stop. Just seeing a red plane would cause fear. I loved that idea” “that’s romantic Charles”

“….Garma said the same thing when I told him about it” the broadcast of Garmas funeral ended, and the news cut back to the talking heads of the earths media. Talking about how blasphemous it all was, false kings, false prophets.

“Charles can I ask you something….I have studied the Contolistic religion, but I have never understood the seig Zeon thing, I know that Seig is victory in old german, but are we calling for victory to Zeon Zum Deikun? To the organization of Zeon? To the Zabis?

“it’s Victory to the organization of Zeon, named after the man who called himself Zeon Zum Deikun.” Char said as he finished his whiskey and water, and reached over and grabbed the bottle from Icelina, pouring himself a third glass “Zeon Zum Deikun isn’t even the mans real name, he took on the moniker of Zeon, its an old term, it means Boiling water in Greek. It was a term used to describe a rite they used during old church services. Youd take a chalice full of warm water, symbolizing christs blood during the crucifixion, and mix it with wine. He said he was the warm water, the blood of christ, the blood paid by those who were shoved off of earth into space, and he would one day mix with the world again, forming a more perfect whole.” “do you know his original name, I didn’t know it was like the pope, he would just take a new name like that” Char took a long drink of his whiskey “no, I don’t think anyone ever told me his real name, I feel like he let that man die a long time before I was even born…..if you know what I mean”

#gundam #charma

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ruiyuki-archives · 4 years

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Star Tear AU - Momo ver.

This is an AU I wrote on the todomomo discord server eons ago. Anything posted to this blog will be transcripts of old original work and not really edited, save for formatting. I have no guarantees if I will ever finish these AUs either so these will only be kept as an archive.

Original transcript posted to tdmm discord: Aug 2020

Momo ver. Alternate timeline: Todo ver. Part 1 || Todo ver. Part 2 || Todo ver. Part 3

ALRIGHT YALL NEW TROPE ALERT ➡ STAR TEAR DISEASE

Basically the cousin of Hanahaki Disease. Unrequited love causes a person to cry star tears accompanied by the sound of twinkling and if the feelings are not returned said person goes colour blind

And I just !!!!

tdmm AU where Momo gets star tear disease and the first time she cries in front of Todo after the exam with Aizawa she cries star tears???

And she doesn’t know what it means and neither does Todo but maybe Aizawa does and recognizes what it means but idk

So Momo goes on this whole literary quest to research what it means. And Todo volunteers to help bc umm?? Even the pressure point in her foot doesnt stop this phenomenon so he wants to figure it out too

And along the way they dig through the UA library on study dates and dig through the bookstores and dig through the interwebs together

Spending more and more time together, Momo starts to realize she’s feeling something. that is until one night she finds it on the web what star tears mean

Its her unrequited love for Todoroki

And her realizing this just makes it w or s e

Bc the consequence of not having her feelings returned means she goes colour blind

Or you know what, im just gonna alter it and make it more angst. She goes fully blind, ya lets do that.

SO MOMO

Poor bby is grappling with this realization and coming to terms with it all on her own; recognizing that if she doesnt let Todo know after all this time spent together she’s come to love him....... she'll go blind

But ofc its Momo... poor bby selfless Momo....

Her feelings and her own and not a responsibility of Todo to like her back and cure her of this disease so there is NO WAY she’s gonna burden him with that

Plus they’re both too busy tryna be heroes and shouldn’t have this as a distraction

So ofc Momo's not gonna tell Todo

And she cries and cries even more star tears that twinkle in fill her room in the dark like galaxies in the sky.

Its really beautiful.

She'll accept that she'll go blind never to see the face of her loved ones again. Her parents. Her friends....... Todoroki.

And that potentially she might have to give up her dream of being a hero if the blindness compromises it.

But she'll accept that.

The next day she wakes up and cant see a colour

And slowly it begins.......

She loses green first. Its hard to distinguish green from yellow

Then yellow goes

Then orange

Then one by one colour fades over weeks and weeks

Ofc shes not telling anyone.

She fakes it in class, during hero training, during her internship

That when Ochako and Hagakure asks "isnt the colour dress cute?" holding up a lovely chartreus and gold dress, she lies and says yes even though she sees gray

Which breaks her even more

And so she cries alone at night some more star tears

And it keeps going

All the while Todo noticing from beside his desk......

something is off...

But he doesnt ask her. Not yet.

Because after weeks of spending time with her researching, he believes they’re close enough that she'll share with him what’s going on

He didnt question it when she told him "its ok Todoroki san, we can stop researching"

"Did you figure it out?"

"Yes. Its nothing to be concerned about anymore"

He doesnt question it when he notices her in the morning at breakfast,,, the little speckles of star dust glimmering at the corner of her eyes

And he doesnt question himself either when he starts to think the twinkling tears she cries when she thinks she is alone,, makes her look really beautiful

Its those some odd moments when he passes the classrooms on the way back to the dorms at sunset that he sees her alone by the window,, looking out,, as the sun paints the sky reds pinks yellows and oranges,,, that she stares out and star tears fall from her eyes, twinkling in the setting light

And he thinks to himself that she is really beautiful,, a shadow against the setting sun

So he watches and thinks some more

That shes beautiful even without the sunset. Beautiful in class answering the hardest question. Beautiful in battle when her tactics win over her opponent. Beautiful studying when he notices her little motions when shes concentrating.

But while Todo thinks that to himself, Momo cries. Little star tears in her eyes.

She cant see the sunset anymore.

He doesnt think its serious when she tells him to disregard the matter

But when he happens to run into her when visiting his mom at the hospital, and she’s on her way out from the optometry & ophthamology department to get this whole eye thing checked out, thats when he realizes

Oh. This is serious.

And he starts trying to get her to talk but she’s being all avoidy and tight lipped

Cuz from Momo’s doctors’ appointment, the doc told her there’s no cure unless she gets over the feelings herself or her feelings are returned

And really now, she still thinks its her burden to bare not his

So logically the only thing she thinks she can do to slow down the blindness from the tears is to shut down her feelings for him. Put them in a box. And become cold.

Todoroki hates that.

That she’s being avoidant and cold when he knows something is wrong and wants to help her but she is being so not Momo anymore

He wants the kind, loving, selfless, pure hearted, strong Momo he's grown to learn and respect and know back

And that’s when he realizes he really cares for her

Not just admiring her beauty. Or respecting her battle instincts and leadership

That he realizes he really likes her

Perhaps even loves her.

So thats that.

Until its mission time.

Cuz its not angst until someone gets hurt and the other realizes they’ve been keeping a secret all this time sooooooooo

Smth smth UA kids vs a new baddie or minor villian or idk it could be dabi for all i want bc i put dabi in everything lmaooo

But who they’re fighting is not important

The important part is tdmm are on the same team

Maybe deployed as partners even

And theyre fighting back to back against some grunts

And at this point Todo is frustrated he’s not getting through to Momo just after he shook his own world realizing he likes her

And Momo's being all cold but civil and she is completely colour blind.

Theres no undoing the damage in her eyes. She can see in muted muddy tones and grayscale.

So for plot convenience lets say the villain has some kinda colour distortion quirk that mixes up the perception of colour from the true colour in a form of illusion or smth idk

So when the grunts in all black uniform end up attacking them, to Todo and Momo, one looks dressed in red, another in green, others in blues yellows purples

tdmm do pretty well fending them off until Todo notices 3 of them in blue green and purple about to attack Momo at once

And she’s ready to fend them off but doesnt notice a 4th one in red coming in for a swift sneak atttack right behind the green one

But Todo does notice

And he shouts

"YAOYOROZU THE RED ONE"

But she cant tell

And the knife lands deep in her shoulder

And Todo burns the rest to a crisp

You can imagine what the conversation is in the aftermath, when Momo has her shoulder bandaged up and Todo tending his own wounds

"Yaoyorozu.. please be honest with me. Why didnt you avoid the red one when I shouted?"

Because, he knows, that the heroine Creati he's trained along side with for so long would have been able to anticipate the grunts assault

That she would have expected a sneak attack amidst a simultaneous attack

But the fact that she didnt. Couldnt. Avoid it definitely means shes been handicapped

And Momo, upon being asked, hurt and tired from their battle finally relents

She cant lie to him any longer.

"It was because... i couldnt tell. I couldnt distinguish their colours. I havent been able to for a few weeks now.... I've..."

A star tear falls from her eyes.

"I've lost my colour vision Todoroki-san"

Tiny galaxies fall from her eyes as she finally explains to him what these tears are

And Todo is speechless as she talks, only able to hear the twinkles against her words broken against sniffles and hiccups

And when sh’es said all she knows - that this is a disease that will turn her blind, that there is no cure and it comes as a consequence of loving someone who doesnt love you back, that she doesnt want to burden the person she loves with her responsibility, that she has been trying bury her feelings to save herself ...

He finally asks: "Who is it. Tell me who it is that you love Yaoyorozu"

"You. Its you Todoroki-san"

And his heart broke.

He pulls her into a hug,, so tight she thinks she might be crushed

And its his turn to cry against her

Because all this time she was doing this for him

"Im sorry Momo. Im so sorry. You dont have to suffer alone anymore. Because we're partners, long before I even realized it"

"Eh?"

He looks into her eyes, unwavering

"Im in love you too."

The tears that fall from her next are no long starlight.

Epilogue/trivia:

Momo loses her colour vision following the colour wheel starting with green ➡ yellow, orange, red, etc until blue is last to go

Shes most heartbroken about losing red and blue cuz those are the colours she associates with Todo (when she cant see the sunset anymore its when she realizes she lost red and that’s why she’s crying)

Since the damage of the disease cant be restored, she has to deal with greyscale vision for some years

Eventually Eri rewinds it for her once Eri can control her power

but for those some years Momo is so busy!! cuz she goes into genius mode and starts creating (and probably working with Hatsume) vision impairment accessibility tools? Yes

and bc I have an unhealthy obsession with the todofam, Natsuo probably ends up getting a case of the disease for some odd reason if he ever broke up with his gf and Todo upon hearing it is like NO GO TELL HER PLS

He’s not gonna let anyone else on the other end feel the guilt that he did for Momo

> archives masterpost

#todomomo #todoroki shouto #momo yaoyorozu #tdmm star tear au #ruiyukis unfinished aus #sorry not sorry #for spamming the tag #this ones my baby #im so attached to it #much like tdmm learning to love #angst with a happy ending #oops heres a bandaid for your heart

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homoerotic-swordplay · 5 years

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I’m going to live blog my rewatch of The Untamed because im alone and gay.

Episode 8^

-tfw you can’t say goodbye to /either/ of your boyfriends before going back home

-i can’t believe Wei Wuxian literally just throws a rabbit into Jiang Cheng’s arms.

-they’re so cute 😭😭😭😭😭

-lightning storms must be nuts in the Cloud Recesses forreal

-“gone night hunting 🙂”

-Lan Wangji looks /breathtaking/ in those robes. That shade of blue? Incredible. He really does have the reputation of one of the two most beautiful cultivators to uphold after all

-That boat is so tiny how romantic~ I bet WWX complained the entire time about it being cramped

-say what you want about the Wen clan and being evil, but if i got to have a cool cloud/mist/smoke bird to spy on people id be pretty morally corrupt too

-i like seeing when WWX’s talismans are blue and not red, idk how often it happens but it’s a good colour for him when he’s happy

-im CACKLING I love Nie Hauisang so fuking much his laugh is so good

-the bros™️ are back babbyyyyy both of them going “eeehhhhhhhh????” with those shit eating grins and LWJ’s soul is just leaving his body in the bg.

-Nie Huaisang sees LWJ: *war flashbacks to how many times they got punished for drinking and being shitheads* WWX: “oh dont worry hes like super chill now”

-the music and set design for Lotus Pier makes me have so many emotionssss its so prettyy

-“i thought you two were incompatible” Nie Huaisang checks LWJ & WWXs horoscopes daily to make sure LWJ is a good match for his bro

-ahh he’s so good with Lan Wangji bringing him closer to the crowd after that bright smile 😭 “its ok, not that crowded” he’s just so happy to be with LWJ

-Wei Wuxian is so touchy and clingy with anyone he’s close to it’s no wonder Lan Zhan is just in a constant state of gay panic when theyre alone haha he’s not ready to have him hanging off his shoulder 24/7

-“hey, uh, not to be gay but your boyfriend is really hot, dude.” “I agree, my boyfriend is super hot. I wonder if he’s single.”

-*longing stares INTENSIFY*

-man i /hate/ this dude, this isn’t some Yin Iron measuring contest.

-this poor waiter, but like, Wen Qing really has more braincells than all of the main cast combined

-“are you making fun of me?” “I am, what are you going to do lil’ baby, cry about it?” “Yeah”

-don’t put Suibian between your legs like your riding a broom absansnxjsnans

-Wei Wuxian’s natural sense for feeling ~*spooky*~ things is a very good character point. Literally since his first day meeting LWJ he’s shown this, knowing without any context that the possessed guy wasn’t actually dead etc.

-imagine going into an unexplored cave for the first time and just finding a fully detailed statue without any explanation. Yeah- I’d definitely think that was haunted too.

- ~scary cave bonding time with the boys~

-WWX looking over at LWJ while restraining the statue screams “is he looking at me? Do i look cool? Does he see me being strong and protecting him?”

-im so genuinely confused at how big this statue is supposed to be

-even before he started using demonic cultivation, WWX’s aura is shown as black/red, I wonder if the cgi team just didn’t bother making it different or maybe that’s just a flex on how much of a Goth™️ Wei Wuxian really is even on the inside.

-i love love love crowd acting and seeing the few people doing the bare minimum to pass in a shot. Its something I recommend everyone pay close attention to cause sometimes its really funny

-thank god there wasn’t a fourth door for the puppets to gently punch their way through.

-“did we just fall into a trap” does liking Nie Huaisang make me a morosexual

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #cql #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #liveblogging #the untamed

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puppy-the-mask · 5 years

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Various Horrorfell Things

-Amp can paralyze people temporarily by biting them, the closer to the nervous system and the harder she bites them the more effective (but they can still use magic and their internals still work, it just freezes them in place. So they can yell and things)

-Shanx ends up expanding his territory to the ruins after finding out that their strongest was taken out and they were in general discord on the other side of the door (Amp would sometimes slip through the door to supplement her quota ) it was surprisingly easy, so now he controlled Snowdin and the surrounding Snowlands as-well as the Ruins and Home. Amp stopped going to the ruins after that

-Muffet has the most territory of all the leaders, she’s the one that took over New Home along with various areas we don’t see in-game

-Muffet and Shanx end up with a sort of give and take alliance thanks to Amp helping out the ruins spiders and growing a relationship with them (info and other things for resources) so basically it transferred from a relationship between underlings to the full group

-Above ground, when the leaders form the monster council, in an alternate universe where other AUs have already reached the surface ;

Cron and Muffet once conspired to win some bets each of them had placed. Muffet bet Undyne that SF’s Queen would get violent and promised 15% of the bet to Cron if he riled her up. Black (who is her guard at the moment) remarked that Shanx was the only serious one there, but then he motioned to Undyne, who then had to give him even more g then she gave to muffet. He bet that Amp would be there, while Undyne thought the ‘Pest’ would’ve run off by then. No one but Muffet and the residents of Snowdin are aware that Amp is his kid. {The queen threw a fireball that was blocked, because apparently when you use Anty’s flies as a conduit you can produce a barrier with even the smallest bits of Kindness. (Idk I was daydreaming, imma say it was in part because practice and also Toriel so the two of them really wanna protecc when she’s involved. And since Kindness was Amp’s original trait and current secondary she still can use it kinda- why not) }

-also in this weird conversion AU, Shanx and Cron are chilling with their variants in a pseudo required vacation for a rundown of how things work and to get to know about the other mountains and monsters and vice versa. Red steals Shanx’s phone cause he thinks the guy gets too many business calls and this is supposed to be a vacation damnit! (he is technically in politics so I imagine they’re busy) Throughout the night he gets many texts. Red ends up checking one when the night winds down thinking it was his phone, and comments that ‘oh hey Shanx- didn’t know you had a S/O’ cause he got a text like ‘Hope ya’ll are having fun, everything’s all good back home. Night I love you!’ And he’s just kinda like- Ew no. To which Red presses and it’s like ‘Oh, no that’s my daughter’ and it’s just a solid minute of silence before someone (either Blue or Mag) yell out ‘YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER!?!?’ And so questions- cause they’re all 20-35 ish and are just kinda like what??? Since when??? So he has to explain that no, he doesn’t have a wife/girlfriend/SO she’s adopted and is -infact- old enough to be left at home alone (and that she’s with Grillby and Fuku anyways, theyre all stuck together cause they need to recover)

-(no longer in that crazy above ground) Amp had 3 noteable brushes with death, the first was when her wounds from Toriel got infected (they learned to pick up plenty of burn cream and bandages and have her wash up in the water at the edge of waterfall regularly).

-Then a close call with Undyne where she learned that even paralyzed monsters can use magic and got hurt real bad running away. Luckily she made it to Snowdin so when some opportunistic monsters tried to pick her off Papa Shanx was there and dragged her inside after ordering Cron to get rid of her tracks. (She deliriously called him Papa cause his name is hard and so is talking in general, she also may have said that she doesn’t wanna die and leave them like that- it was a wake up moment cause ‘oh shit I care about the little human’) It was during recovery after this incident that Shanx imposed a new rule, She’s not allowed to die. If she doesn’t break this rule then when they get to the surface she can call him Papa again (IT’S HURT CONFORT FLUFF BABBEYYY) she passes out and doesn’t know if she hallucinated that or not but she does cause found family

-And then the third time was also with Undyne. Before then things had been happening where Fuku was and she wasn’t doing so good, at threat of falling down (a close friend got dusted trying to get more things for them) so Grillby was making Amp take more of his cut of resources to her than normal, basically the whole thing. So he wasn’t doing so good either. Also previously one of the Snowdin locals had dusted and she didn’t take it so well (she feels guilty cause ‘she’s supposed to go before any of them do’ in her mind). So Undyne gets her real bad on her way back to rendevue with Grillby after supplying Fuku, and she ends up getting found and helped by a survivor group of humans. Seeing this leads into the next point

-Amp leaves the Snowdin Group for these survivors, Why? Because she sees this as her opportunity to break the barrier before anyone else she cares about dusts. They’re a fairly large group and she manages to convince them to travel to New Home and break the barrier to leave. She plays up her small and injured state, making them think that unless they do she’ll probably die without seeing the sky again and that they’d likely end up the same. She also tells them she knows they can do it cause she had holed up in the Snowdin library and had read a few things. So basically she manipulated them into breaking it to release the monsters. She sent Anty away to tell the others of her plan (to inform them and also erase any possible connection between her and monsters) she also asked a spider to tell the leaders that they should consider coming together and quelling the riots and all out battle in/outside of the castle before they do- sending this message after she convinces the humans to do it. So when they eventually do it won’t be a rush of lone monsters running loose and ruining whatever chance they have at peace on the surface.

-Despite her reasoning Amp constantly feels bad about her choice and thinks that when they meet back up in the throne room they’ll hate her for leaving. This is because she’s scared of them leaving her behind and the fact that she left them makes her feel worse and extra hypocritical

-Meanwhile Shanx, while seeming perfectly calm and like he has complete faith in her, has been STRESSING THE FUCK OUT cause that’s his DAUGHTER and oh fuck what if she needs him or gets hurT OR DIES SANS HOLY FUXK WHAT DO I DO!? (Cron is much less stressed cause like, Its not official (YET)but she’s you’re kid so obviously it’s gonna work???) So he is fucking ecstatic when they do meet back up- like yeah the barrier is broke BUT NEVER DO THAT AGAIN OR YOU’RE GROUNDED YOU ABSOLUTELY RECKLESS FUCKING IDIOT so they got to all see the sky together, Amp remarks that she’s never seen the stars and galaxy so clearly before.

#Horrorfell #Shanx #Cron #Amp #idk if i chose muffets name yet or not #hf!cas #hf!papyrus #hf!sans #headcannons #tw; potentially upsetting content

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loomisjones · 6 years

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Our Secrets Out

Summary(REQUEST):

Pairing: FP X reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, rushed sex, near physical assault (Chucks an ass,) cheating, FP AND CHERYL ARE ASSHOLES BUT THEYRE ACTUALLY MY FAV IRL IT JUST FIT THE STORY SO DONT TAKE OFFENCE BC THEY'RE MY BABIES, angst

Word count: 1943 A/N: i really dont know how i feel about this. like really, really dont know how i feel. i might make a part 2 just to redeem myself MAYBE. also the reader doesn't come out and splay her love to FP just because it felt kinda immature and unnecessary for the story but it kinda hints at feelings

Your back slid with ease against the off tinted blue bathroom stalls wall, the sweat pooling between the wall and your skin acting as an aid to move you with ease.

FP sucked at your breast greedily, toying with the nipple as his hand around your waist was the only thing keeping you from falling to the dingy drive ins bathroom floor. That and his three fingers pumping knuckles deep in your pussy.

You gasped and groaned, rocking against one another and his fingers pumped and your hands stroked the spance of his shaft, your moans mingling in with the cinematic scream outside, trying to get each other off as soon as possible.

Before you had met FP, foreplay was one of your favourite things about sex. The adrenaline, the blood pumping through your ears as you explore someone’s body, your body getting hot as someone teased you with their mouth. But since meeting FP and diving into your after hour adventures, you hadn’t thought much about the act. Sure, you and FP had done some foreplay, a rough tug on the cock and quick oral, but it always was just that-quick. By the time you and FP found one another at the end of the day, you two were always looking to blow off steam in the quickest way possible; him buried deep in you, so you were happy to throw away any unnecessary hurdles.

“Goddamit FP, enough,” you whine, stopping your rock on his fingers, “i’m ready.”

He nods a bit, strands of hair coming out of his slicked back doo to waterfall over his forehead. He uses his hold on you to lift you up a bit, removing his fingers with a slick sound and an emptiness left in you, making you whimper and scratch at the hair at the nape of his neck.

You brace your hands against his clothe cladded shoulders as he lowers you down on his throbbing beat red cock, his name falling from your lips though it’s quickly shushed with the sloppy press of his lips against yours, the taste of sweat and beer tingling against your lips.

You tighten your knees against his hips, a groan falling simultaneously from both of you as he pushes you down on his cock, filling you, the feeling just as satisfyingly painful as it has had been since you started your sexcapade a few weeks ago.

You shift your hips once his balls are pressed against your ass, your walls fluttering around his cock to pull a strangled “fuck” from the man.

He uses his hold around your waist to drag you forward as he jerks his hips, the thrust needy and demanding, driving into you hard and fast, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin echoing in the room, loud enough to mask even the movie playing outside, the sound only a distant buzzing as FP moved his hips in a punishing rhythm, the sound of his panting the only other distinguishable sound keen to your ears.

“Fuck, y/n, ‘m so close,” he grunted, his pelvis stuttering for a moment although he pulls himself back together to carry on his ruthless manner.

His pelvic bone squashes against your clit as he pulls you forward once more, hit cock buried to the roof as he pulls you back down.

Your own orgasm was sudden and hurried- one minute you were thinking about the drag of FPs cock against your walls and the next your own orgasm was screaming through your, your head tingling as it knocks against the wall, getting pulled down into euphoric bliss.

FP brought a hand up to the back of your head as is laid against the wall, his thrusts frantic as he pulled your head up and his lips to yours, kissing you until your lungs started to burn, breathing becoming hard.

Once he rocked through his own orgasm, sporadic thrusts as he pumped you full, he brought his finger down from your waist to your hip, tapping against the bare skin until you got the idea and hopped down, a feeling of pins rushing through your sexed out legs which you hadn’t noticed were asleep until you were left to stand on your own, wobbling a bit as you struggled to pull your pants on.

You two shuffled around each other, pulling yourself back together quietly once you two got what you needed from one another, nothing more needing to be said past your sexual in devours.

“I’ll call ya later,” he mumbled, straightening his jacket as he gave you one last over the shoulder glance as he pulled the stall door open, closing it behind him.

You knew that call would come in a lust filled “come over” or a sporadic after 10 “are you up” and as you heard his boots grit against the gravel in the Twilight Drive-In’s parking lot, getting further from you, you tried your hardest to ignore the clenching of your heart.

“Ya know what, Cheryl, let it go.” You hadn't wanted to come to Jughead’s “party” in the first place, let alone stand around and let Riverdales head bitch in charge rip everyone into shreds. Not that you didn't like Jughead, it was that you didn't like parties, especially those that were ran by Northsiders even if you had the same heritage in your blood. It just isn't your scene.

What also isn't your scene is letting Cheryl humiliate Archie in front of the whole room just for the fact of who he sleeps with, something you knew all too well. So maybe it was the similarity and sympathy you felt for Archie or maybe it was the fact that for all of eighteen years, you had been watching Cheryl scrutinize everyone and you were sick of it, seeing that no one else was going to stand up to the fire Vixen.

You push yourself off of the stairs railing that you had been leaning on, the path clearing to allow you to walk to the center of the room until you were face-to-face with the fuzzy jacket wearing redhead, Chuck heaving over your shoulder.

“I don't know how much the princess would like her family's, extracurriculars, blasted over town, so let it go.” Even though you grew up on the Northside with people who lived under the blanket of security and blindness to what really goes on under the maple trees of Riverdale, you knew otherwise. You saw things, things specifically pointing back to Clifford Blossom and his drug cartel he decided to pick up.

“Oh yes, y/n,” Cheryl twirls on her lifted heels to face you as you approached, her signature all too sweet smile spreading across her painted red lips as you crowd one anothers space, “dont think I don't know your sins either you middle class twit.”

You raise your eyebrows in an inviting manner, shaking your head a bit as you can't imagine the red lipstick wearing bee could have on you.

“”You and Mr.Dilf Daddy Jones,” her eyes shift to the corner of the room in which FP had been clustered in to, looking completely out of place in the whole situation.

He locks his jaw as his teeth grind, bunching his fists in his pockets to stop himself from stopping the high school girl and what she was about to spill to the whole room, but most importantly, Jughead whose interest was peaked at the mention of his already strained dad.

“How was the movie?” She giggles as if she's just told the world's funniest joke, leaning forward on her toes to push herself closer to your face, able to smell her mint toothpaste as she spit out, “that's right, you two were too busy sweating one out in the girls bathroom.”

She retracts once more, shrugging a bit as a tight lip smile returned to her face, “maybe use the family bathroom next time. Those doors lock.”

You contemplated letting it go, letting her tear you apart just like she did everyone else of Riverdale, but then you saw Jughead. The look of his pain and hurt, and betray fueled your power as you connected your palm to Cheryl’s blush covered cheek, making her double over as the sound of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the room, causing the room to fall silent; someone had stood up to Cheryl and that was something to make everyone shocked.

Cheryl rises back up, a hand over the place you had just connected to seconds ago. She had a look on her face that could kill as her gaze shifted to Chuck, words passin through her gaze.

You turn around to face Chuck only to catch a blur, leaning to the side out of reflex as you just miss the swing of Chuck’s right hook, wind against your cheek.

Everyone comes to the center of the room in a blop, FP the first to stand out as he put himself between you and the younger boy. Everyone followed like a swarm of nats after them, watching as P shooed Chuck away from the scene and then everyone else, announcing the end of the party. You tried to blend in with the cluster as you scrambled down the stairs, keeping your head low as you caught sight of a fumed Jughead huffing back into the house, moving in opposite directions as you managed to avoid being acknowledged by him.

“Are you alright?” You were sure you were going to manage to leave without confronting FP and the hurt you knew would come from the confrontation, but when his comforting, but huffed voice sounded behind you, you stopped in your tracks with your back staying to him.

You nod a bit until you turn around, facing the open mouth red in the face man, choking out a simple “thanks.”

You clear your throat, raising into a more confident tone as you shift on your weight, keeping your head titled low, “are you okay?”

He laughs a bit as he shakes his own head up and down, brining a hand up to thrust through his locks, “am i alright? Yeah, y/n, im alright besides the fact that my son, who already hated his old man as is, is cheating on his mom.” He stomps his foot on the ground, making you take a step back as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. You knew the wife talk was going to come up at some point- he kept it on as he fucked you, for god sake.

“We can figure it out,” you manage to spit out before he interrupts you with wide eyes like you just told him the earth was flat,

“Figure it out? We? There's no we, y/n.” He shakes his head at you as if you were an ignorant child telling him the dumbest thing he'd ever heard.

You felt your heart break under your skin, jagged pieces splintering as your knees wobbled and your eyesight started to get blurry, your voice cracking as you spoke “Okay, FP.”

You stumbled back on feet that you didn't trust as they felt like jelly, stepping back from FP and the feelings you so desperately wanted to be reciprocated. FP had a slight twing in his face, looking like he wanted to reach out to you but instead he huffed and whipped his car keys in his hands, striding to his truck with fury, Your first tear falling as you turn on your feet to carry yourself the furthest you can get from FP, from Cheryl, from everything that ripped your world in half.

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Cam’s Voltron Fic Rec 3/∞

VLD Rec Lists: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] Here’s a Fic Masterlist for my other fandoms. ( ** = favorites )

**Recoil/Release by Cheshyr

Word count: 22,387 (13/13)

Summary: When Keith is bitten by an alien creature with venom that causes your dominant emotions to be amplified, the team is ready for a day of dealing with an incredibly angry paladin.

Which means they’re not ready at all for what actually happens.

Comments: The almost stream-of-consciousness writing of Keith’s parts are really gut-wrenching because it’s as if you are experiencing it with him. (Warning for panic attacks- if you are triggered at all by that sort of thing you may want to sit this one out, it gets pretty graphic). A couple good song pairings for this fic to set the tone are Broken Crown and World Gone Mad.

**Synergy by Kokochan & Spanch

Word count: 74,064 (10/10)

Summary: The vines were large, stiff, gnarly, and thick-stemmed, with blue leaves as big and round as dinner plates, but Shiro’s battle-arm was able to sever several long straggles with ease. The vines draped easily enough over the shuttle and hid it quite handily from view. “Good enough, I suppose,” Shiro said, glaring at the empty greenish-blue sky. “Come on, let’s… Hunk? What’s the matter?”

Hunk was staring at something behind him. “Shiro, don’t make any sudden moves just now, but there’s a really big lizard thing standing right behind you. Um. Two of them.”

Surprised, Shiro turned, albeit carefully. He’d never even heard them approach. That was rather impressive, considering the size of the beasts. It was as though someone had taken a pair of Arizonan horned lizards and rebuilt them more on the lines of a tiger without leaving out any of the spikes, then expanded them to about the size of an Indian elephant and added six large, intelligent blue eyes. Understandably, Shiro froze in place.

Comments: OH. MY. GOSH. OK. SO. This bad boy is Part 1 of 3, so far, with a total series word count of 241,404 at the moment. This beautiful titan of a series is named Of The Pack, and it updates with great speed, considering it has two top tier authors working on it. The several OCs in this story are so lifelike and realistic and fit so well into the universe that I forget that they aren’t actually canon and I kind of miss them when I’m reading other Voltron fics. My favorite part is the world-building it does. Everything about this fic is so dynamic and multi-dimensional, from it’s characters to the epic plot - this is the exact opposite of lazy writing. I am so here for badass Pidge, and the matriarchal Galra culture and the dragons. I👏LOVE👏THIS👏FIC👏

Also there’s magic! (with a scientific explanation, of course)

A cool song that I think goes nice with this fic is Heroes by Måns Zelmerlöw.

The Kids Are Alright by pugglemuggle

Word count: 10,430 (3/3)

Summary: Three Garrison Cadets Missing After Freak Satellite Crash

By Mara Garrett, News Editor | The Guardian | Monday, June 13, 2103 7:40 A.M. ET

Two seventeen-year-olds and a fifteen-year-old went missing Friday night after a rogue satellite crashed into the desert a few miles away from the Galaxy Garrison Training Facility, reports say. Garrison officials were quick to cordon off the area, claiming many of the remaining satellite fragments were dangerous and unstable. Government search parties have been sent out into the surrounding desert areas. Details are forthcoming.

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Her brother is missing. Lance’s sister isn’t about to sit quietly while the Garrison keeps lying to the press. No—she’s going to get to the bottom of this.

(Or: The paladins’ families team up to find their kids and overthrow the corrupt Garrison regime. Told through news articles, prose, the internet, and art.)

Comments: The format of this is very intriguing and fresh. We get to see scenes of our favorite paladins through the eyes of their friends and families, from before they disappeared and the aftermath. The open ending is still satisfying and leaves you with a sense of determination and hope for these characters that you just couldn’t help but get attached to. If you’re big on government conspiracies then this is the fic for you!

**Patty Cake by Froldgapp

Word count: 7,829 (6/6)

Summary: Quiet, aloof, and alone, Keith is distant from the rest of the team. Hunk begins to suspect why, and it’s only when the red paladin pushes himself too far, the Voltron gang realise he’s just as vulnerable as the rest of them.

Comments: Aaaaahhh this fic. Something about this one has me coming back to reread it all the time even though I always cry. It is just so angsty but in a more poignant, sharp, breathless kind of way. Some of the things the characters say send painful stinging jolts into your chest and you can feel your heart cracking and then you get angry because how dare (I mean ch4 tho holy sh*t). I just want to hug Keith so much ugh. Hunk’s protectiveness of Keith gives me the strength to finish this masterpiece every time. Also, this can kind of be Sheith if you squint (or not, if you don’t).

The Message by Shipstiel

Word count: 132,787 (45/45)

Summary: (4:07) okay, but considr this, and hear me out here (4:08) so like, a photobooth u can do with ur pets like there’ll be lil costumes that u can dress them up in, and u can do liek, period costumes and shit with them (4:09) omg, can u imagine, u and ur cat/dog, and theyre in a lil 1800s dress and one of those lace umbrella things omg so cute

(4:15) Why the FUCK are you texting me at four in the morning with this

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Keith is texted by accident by some idiot one day, and honestly he’s not even sure why he responds. Or why he keeps responding. Yet somehow he finds himself drawn in, and okay, so maybe this fool is mildly entertaining after all. Who would’ve thought.

Comments: Slowburn Klance Wrong Number AU. These two are so cute I just can’t. This is the perfect story if you are looking for something effortless and relaxing to read. Even though this contains some softcore Langst, it is still a very cute and heartwarming story about two dorks slowly falling in love. It features Lance’s mother who I fell in love with here, and the kind of supportive nosy best friends that everyone wants in real life (i.e. Hunk, Pidge, and Allura).

**The Quiet by MilkTeaMiku

Word count: 66,700 (32/32)

Summary: Does he not realize he’s dead?

Keith can see ghosts. As a part of his Garrison training, he’s sent to a hospital to do one year of medical clerkship - it’s there that he meets a charmingly irritating chose who definitely needs to learn what boundaries are.

Comments: Modern Ghost AU with eventual Klance. This fic is the most suspenseful story I have ever read in my life. Idk if it’s just me, but I just have this feeling building up paragraph by paragraph of an impending… something. And it has my heart racing which is crazy because it isn’t even particularly fast-paced. There’s just a heaviness to the words that have the hairs on the back of your neck prickling. I literally have to take a breather from reading sometimes to calm down.

A couple cool songs I think set the mood for this fic is Smother and Mirror.

Finding Home by spacegaykogane

Word count: 26,966 (6/6)

Summary: After the wormhole collapses, Keith finds himself stranded on a strange planet. Alone. Until Lance comes along. With their lions dead and resources limited, Keith and Lance need to put aside their differences and work together to get home. Wherever that may be, now.

Comments: Klance. I love Stranded fics where they have to work together to survive and bond over that. So yeah this one has some whump obviously, bc you know, crash landings aren’t very fun. This one is angsty but its balanced out by the fluffiness in the end.

Cuddle Puddle by nothingwrongwiththerain

Word count: 46,782 (6/6)

Summary: Unexpectedly, Shiro’s hand landed on the top of his head. Apparently with Lance and Hunk taking up all the shoulder real estate, Shiro would settle for ruffling Keith’s hair.

Keith was fairly certain his soul was about to detach and abandon his shaking body on the couch. He was surrounded, in the complete and total sense of the word, by other people. Not once before, not in his whole life, had he dealt with a situation like this one.

Or, five times Keith found himself too close for comfort and one time he couldn't get close enough.

Comments: Klance featuring ace!Keith. Don’t be fooled by the fluffy summary, this is a very angsty fic with lots of Keith whump. Basically, as stated by the author, this story is about ‘Keith struggling with physical contact and learning to accept people care about him’. I love touch-starved Keith stories, like this one. I love the scenes with Kidge bros, featuring a super supportive Pidge.

At the Beginning by Sakuraiai

Word count: 64,203 (12/12)

Summary: Inspired by Anastasia

King Zarkon of the Galra empire lost his only way in to the Kingdom of Altea. In his anger, he put a curse on the royal family. The young, adopted half Galran prince Keith disappeared when the palace was overrun, never to be seen again -- or so it seemed. The only surviving princess, Allura, grieving for her child, offers a reward for Keith's safe return.

Con artists, Lance and his best friend, Hunk plan to pawn off a phony to the princess, hoping to reap the rewards. They hold auditions and choose an orphan man who has a remarkable resemblance to the missing prince -- all the way down to his fluffy Galran ears.

Comments: Can anyone say Anastasia AU?! I waited with baited breath for each chapter to come out and I was not once disappointed. I love the integration of the different alien races in this timeless story, it all works out so well. Keith just wants to find his mommy and I just want to cry. Also Kidge bros are still my fav as always.

out of orbit by rbillustration

Word count: 78,135 (19/19)

Summary: Dragged apart by Haggar’s attack on the wormhole, the paladins and Alteans struggle to survive and find one another again. Luck has placed them all within the same galaxy… but their fortune ends there. Lance is stranded with a badly-injured Shiro and his relief at finding their leader still accompanying him soon turns to terror. Keith may be the only who can rectify the situation - but the Galra have him in their grasp, and they don’t want to kill him. They want him as one of their own.

Comments: ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. A brainwashed Galra!Keith plus a Possessed!Shiro. This is the perfect recipe for disaster if I ever saw one. If lots of blood bothers you proceed with caution. I love stranded fics.

A good song rec for this one is Darkside.

VLD Rec Lists: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] Here’s a Fic Masterlist for my other fandoms.

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silverwing2522 · 6 years

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Silverwing: The Red Thread (5)

We sit outside the mansion, just me and logan, waiting on the results. It was hard for me to get away, we were overloaded by questions from the other. And like us, the answers only caused more questions to be asked. Eventually everyone started arguing and we ducked out.

We sat on the low stone wall overlooking the large garden will with large leafy green trees and dancing flowers that snuggled around the trunks.

I liked being here, it was peaceful.

The arguing continued in a different part of the house and we could only hear the low murmurs in the distance. A breeze blew across the garden and carried the voices away further.

The sun beat down on us, making us squint our eyes in its light.

One thing i liked about the old timer is that he never spoke much. He preferred silence and being alone. I felt that in the marrow of my bones. Every part of my life is filled with loud noises, people talking without thinking and lots of violence on top. I craved moments alone where i didnt have to filter. Such is the curse of being empathic i guess.

He breathed deep, inhaling the smell of the garden and me next to him. He closed his eyes and let out a moan as he exhaled.

“What do you think the results will say?”

I paused and thought. I wasn’t sure, but i was certain something would show up. The more i thought about it the more convinced i was that i was right. The answer was in my blood. Perhaps a unique form of healing. Or interesting type of antibodies.

“I dont know. Are you afraid?” I already know the answer, but i ask anyway. Sometimes its better for people to say how they feel out loud. Of course many of them lie and live in denial about how they feel about things. People who do that make me seethe in annoyance. Why lie?!

“Yeah...yeah im afraid. I just dont know what i’m afraid of exactly.” He looks down at his hands in his lap, turning them over so theyre faced palms up. A universal sign of openess.

I’m grateful to him for that. Makes it easier for me to be near him.

“Perhaps its of dying…”

“N’aw! I aint afraid of that! I’ve died more times than i can count.” His face scrunches up in response.

“Maybe...but this time it feel different, doesnt it.”

His face relaxes and starts to droop. I was right. I frequently am. It’s just a burden i sometimes have to bear.

“... … yeah… a little. But i dont think its that though.”

It’s such a lovely day. The birds chirp in the trees and a squirrel runs along the branches. I can smell the roses in the rose bush nearby.

“...have you considered that its not death itself youre afraid of. But dying...like this. That maybe this might be your final time. No shocking or startling comebacks. Just...gone.”

He looks out across the green grass swaying in the summers warm breeze.

“I’m afraid of where i end up. I’ve done a lot of mean things… i-i just want to be at peace. I-...”

His face crumples as tears roll down his cheeks only to be caught by the back of his hands.

My arm gently curls around his shoulder as i pull him closer into my side.

“Shhh, it’s okay” i whisper, resting my forehead against the side his head. “I understand. Probably better than most people.”

He nods, but the tears keep falling. He sighs, frustrated with himself. He feels that he should be strong...but hes not, not anymore. He’s vulnerable in the purest sense.

“I think we go where we feel we belong. Some people feel like they belong somewhere violent or painful for the things theyve done or simply because thats the life they feel they could ever have. Then you have some who enjoy it.

But then, theres the other place, where people who have lived a peaceful, contented life, or want one, go.

I dont think we get judged when we die, but rather we judge ourselves, and that sends us where we feel we belong.”

Logan turns to look at me, eye to eye. Nose to wrinkly nose. There is a connection here. I see it in the old crystal blue eyes. I feel it in his warm breath on my skin.

His hand comes up and cups one side of my face within it. And in the smallest moment, our lips meet.

“Thank you” he whispers, still so close.

It felt like we were now on the knife edge. It felt like this could go either way. When we part this could mean i never see him again, or he continues on living. Either way… i felt that he had made peace. He was ready.

“Ahem…” A voice from behind interrupts us and we part, chuckling at being caught unaware.

“Hank?” Logan smiled up at him, squinting one eye in the sunlight.

“I have the results ready. But i need to talk to Sessa alone first. Please…” Beast doesnt look at me, he looks everywhere else but at me. This was bad. He was tense. This was really bad.

“Sure….” I say before getting up and walking back into cool of the house, leaving Logan back outside in the heat of the day.

Knife edge.

#marvel #marvel comics #silver wing #wolverine #old man logan #Sessa creed #hank mccoy #beast #x mansion #xmen #x men

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adavendescendants · 7 years

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ooh snap! harry the pirate and uma the mermaid au! she's suppose to drown men at sea, luring them with her voice and ethereal glow. their bodies need to be leaning, angled just so, mouths agape, when they pear over the edge of the rails of the ship, and then theyre out cold. bodies falling deeper into the abyss. its suppose to be a normal night of this with her sisters. suppose to be routine. until her eyes meet blue.

Dang this was really fun to write so thanks for the prompt! It’s short which is why it didn’t take long.

Fog swirled around the smooth stones jutting up from the freezing ocean water. Dorsal fins broke the gentle waves and smooth scales slid after them. Two dark hands rose from the water, placing themselves on one of the rocks, pulling Uma from her watery home. She sat on the rock with practiced ease, her shimmering blue tail lightly swaying with the current. Around her other mermaids, her sisters, pulled themselves out of the water as well. A shark circled Uma’s rock causing a faint smile to cross her lips. She reached towards it, letting her hands run over its rough body. The shark circled once more then left, swimming farther out in anticipation.

Uma looked up as the bow of a boat broke through the thick fog. Her sisters began to hum and Uma’s smile turned wicked. Lyrics, spoken in the tongue of death for mortals, spilled from her lips. The air around them shimmered amidst the darkness and fog, drawing every eye on board. Uma sang of the sea and the riches lying beneath the waves. Beneath the ship the water glowed gold. Sailors of all ages rushed to the sides, staring with mouths wide open. All but one. He stood behind the wheel, shouting orders to his crew hands over his ears. Uma wanted to laugh at his foolishness. As if his hands could stop her melody.

The haunting melody of the sea pitched faded with the tide, the constant sway lulling the sailors. Their mouths were no longer agape with wonder, they hung limp from dead eyed skulls. One, barely older than a child, leaned forwards over the railing. Uma smirked around the words, as he pitched forwards just as the humming peaked. The water where he fell was stained red within moments, but none noticed. They were hers. A sharp shout drew her attention. The man from before was frantically shouting, trying to break his crew out of their trance. Uma watched with fascination as he shuddered with the tide. She admired his strength of will to withstand her for so long.

Man after man plummeted to his watery grave, never to know of their fate. Her faithful pets would feast tonight. Nearly all of Uma’s attention was on the man. His coat was like the ocean beneath his ship and upon his head was a black hat. Surely he must be the captain, for he had all the bearing of one. Even as sailor after sailor fell, he still tried to break them free from her hold. Her promises of riches seemed unable to reach him as it did all others. How strange for a pirate. As he was left alone on deck Uma let her lyrics shift. She sang of power, of glory and fame. Still he fought. What mortal could fight such basic desires? Uma’s eyes were fixed on him, fascinated with his shaking form. Unsure why her voice dipped and faded into a song of love, of camaraderie and companionship. Her sisters stirred and hissed around her, keeping harmony but only just. This wasn’t a melody for mortals. This was her song.

The brave captain stopped shaking. Slowly his hands fell away from his ears as he straightened. He turned and Uma nearly gasped as he stared directly at her. Sailors had looked her way before, but their eyes were always cloudy with magic. His were sharp and clear and blue like the ocean. Words came without her even knowing what she was saying, her attention captured entirely by the man. He walked towards the edge, stepping onto the railing. The spirit of the sea spilled from her lips and pooled within his eyes, a strong and raging and blue creature. They stared, seeing each other in their purest forms. He pitched forwards with the rocking of the tide as Uma dove into the water.

#descendants 2 #descendants ask #descendants #uma #harry hook #uma/harry #mermaid au #siren songs #harry has the ocean in his eyes

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Overwatch Chatroom: Overprotective Family

Requested by a lovely anon!! Scenario: Can you do a chat between like the crew following the reader who is the youngest of the team on a date with someone who they met in a bookstore and they keep pestering them. -cracks knuckles- hERE I G O also pls be nice to my overwatch OC, Grayson :’^))

yIKES I GOT CARRIED A WAY THIS IS THE LONGEST THING IVE WRITTEN FOR THE BLOG SO FAR Also it got a bit angsty??? What’s up with me and turning something that’s supposed to be happy and funny into angst omg. It’s probably not what anon had in mind when they requested it iM SORRY

- Forest

Looking yourself over in the mirror, a smile found its way on your lips. Nodding in approval at your appearance, you grabbed your wallet and phone. And just in case, a pocket knife. Everyone was taking a break today from missions, and it gave you a good excuse to go on the date you’ve been waiting for since you’ve met Grayson. You accidentally ran into him in a small bookstore once, causing you to attack him Keith apology after apology. He simply smiled at you, calming you down, telling you it was alright.

After introducing yourself, you two chatted for a while, mostly about books, and your favorite authors. He was a lovely eighteen year old boy, with a head full of red hair, freckles scattered about his fave and exposed arms, stunning blue eyes that were filled with joy. Ever since your little encounter at the bookstore, you two exchanged number and kept in contact.

Until a month later, you went on a mission with Bastion, Mei, and Tracer. You were split into two groups, you being with Bastion, the unit became your friend, sharing a love for nature. Bastion protected you in battle, causing some harm to come to the unit, which upset you. Scolding Bastion about how you can take care of yourself.

Scolding him at that moment wasn’t a great idea at the time. Both of you were in the open, talon agents closing in. And when one managed to knock your weapon of your hands, a voice in your head told you this was your end. Bastion was overwhelmed as well. You held onto the units robotic hand, closing your eyes, awaiting whatever was to come.

What came next was the pained screaming of the talon agents, and the sound of fire. Opening your (e/c) eyes you were met with the sight of flailing, and burning talon agents. Apparently they didn’t know what stop, drop, and roll was as they fell to the ground, lifeless. A figure dressed in all black, a white mask with black eyes came into view, flamethrower in hand.

Bastion beeped out a warning to the stranger, standing directly in front of you. Instead of him starting his flamethrower, a familiar voice called out; “Y/n?” Walking to stand next to Bastion, the one dressed in black removed the mask, a pair of blue eyes met yours. His name left your lips, “Grayson?!” Smiling sheepishly he rubbed the back of his neck, him having to explain everything to you, while Bastion stood protectively next you you, making Grayson uncomfortable.

That was was six months ago, and not too long ago he asked you out on a date. With a smile you accepted it. Bastion was the only one who knew of Grayson, keeping tabs on your relationship with him, like a strict father watching his child fall in love. The unit watched you walk out of your room, dressed in your nicest clothes. But first you had to tell Winston where you were going, what you didn’t want was him telling everyone what you were doing.

Winston has started a chatroom. 76, Reaper, Zarya, Hanzo, Genji, Tracer, Mei, Lucio, Roadhog, Junkrat, McCree, Phara, Ana, Symmetra, D.Va, Mercy, Widowmaker, Zenyatta, Reinhardt, and Torbjörn has logged on.

Winston: Just to inform everyone. Y/n is going out on a date.

Torbjörn: WHAT

Reinhardt: They are far too young.

Winston: Y/n is seventeen.

D.Va: BUT THEY DIDNT TELL ME?!

McCree: WHO EVER IS GOING ON THIS DATE WITH THEM BETTER NOT HURT THEM.

Tracer: AND YOU DIDNT QUESTION WHO THEY WERE GOING ON A DATE WITH?

Winston: And why would I ask them?

D.Va: BECAUSE WHAT IF THEYRE DATING A WANTED CRIMINAL!?

Junkrat: OI

D.Va: whoops, sorry Jamie, Mako.

Roadhog: it’s fine.

Winston: It was non of my business.

Mercy: Why did y/n tell you this and not everyone else?

Winston: Remember the rule.

Mercy: Ah, right. If anyone is ever leaving the base for any reason, we tell you.

Lucio: OKAY BUT WHAT IF Y/N’S DATE IS A TALON AGENT POSING AS A YOUNG GUY!?

Zarya: Calm down. I am sure they are fine.

Widowmaker: He does have a point.

Tracer: WINSTON THEYRE ONLY SEVENTEEN

Winston: I feel attacked.

76: Did y/n tell you where they are going?

Winston: Yes.

McCree: TELL US???

McCree: THATLL BE USEFUL

Winston: I do no feel comfortable telling you guys their date plan..

Zenyatta: If I may interfere. Y/n tells Bastion everything. I could ask Bastion if they have mention anything about a date.

Zarya: What if that chunk of metal is lying?

Hanzo: There is no time for this, Zarya.

Zarya: fine.

D.Va: wait how is Zen typing?

Winston: I modified the phone I gave him.

D.Va: oh

Zenyatta: Bastion says y/n is going to the new cafe in the middle of town. I believe it is called Rainy Day Cafe.

D.Va: I’m hurt.

Genji: Why?

D.Va: bECAUSE Y/N DIDNT TELL ME ANYTHING ABOUT THIS MYSTERIOUS BOY?!?!?!?

Reaper: I’m already at the cafe.

Lucio: I thought you didn’t care about y/n?

Junkrat: Aw, you do care!

Reaper: Shut it. Both of you.

Tracer: DO YOU SEE THE GUY!!

Tracer: DOES HE LOOK SUSPICIOUS?!

Reaper: I don’t see them yet.

Widowmaker: I’m on my way out.

McCree: So am I.

Symmetra: Do not bring your weapons.

Widowmaker: Just to make sure.

McCree: If he’s part of talon, then it can’t hurt.

Reaper: I see them now.

D.Va: WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE

Roadhog: is he a threat?

Reaper: Don’t make y/n go on dates.

D.Va: Why?

Reaper: They’re seventeen but this boy doesn’t look like a teenager.

Zenyatta: Bastion told me that he is a teenager.

Genji: Has Bastion met him?

Zenyatta: It appears so.

Reaper: He’s a red head.

D.Va: We need more details

Hanzo: No we don’t.

Reaper: He’s wearing a tight shirt. Probably showing off his muscles to Y/n.

Symmetra: Or he’s trying to intimidate our dear sunshine.

Junkrat: Want me to throw a bomb at him?

McCree: He’s right next to y/n.

Roadhog: y/n is too close to him.

Junkrat: So what I’m getting is that it’s alright to throw a bomb at him, but he needs to be far away from y/n. ‘Aight.

Genji: Don’t throw a bomb at the boy.

Reaper: He looks like he’s hiding something.

Ana: I’m by the cafe.

76: so am I.

Genji: did all of you just leave?

Torbjörn: I am concerned about my little y/n, but I stayed.

Reinhardt: This is a serious matter.

Genji: Y/n is not going to die.

Zarya: The boy could be a talon agent.

McCree: and if he’s a talon agent?

Widowmaker: Just to make sure he doesn’t pull out a gun at y/n.

Mei: I could freeze him if he pulls anything dangerous and stupid.

Mercy: REAPER I CANT BELIEVE YOURE WEARING YOUR GEAR, THEYLL SEE YOU.

Reaper: And you’re not?

Mercy: If he’s a talon agent then we call all take him down.

Zenyatta: He’s not a talon agent

Ana: I KNEW IT, LIGHTS OUT FOR THIS PUNK

Phara: WAIT MOM.

Ana: WHAT

Phara: Zen said he’s not a talon agent

Ana: Oh.

Zenyatta: Grayson saved both y/n and bastion on a mission some months ago.

Zarya: Y/N WAS ALONE WITH THAT BASTION UNIT?

Tracer: No! Mei and I were there!!

Zarya: THEN WHY WERENT YOU WITH THEM?

Mei: We decided to split up into two groups!

Hanzo: If it wasn’t for Grayson they could’ve both died.

Mei: We were also cornered, we didn’t know they were in danger until we got to them.

Tracer: The talon agents were burned to a crisp.

McCree: Burned?

Reinhardt: What kind of weapon could burn someone?

Symmetra: Does he have some kind of power?

Zenyatta: He owns a flamethrower.

D.Va: ANOTHER REASON WHY WE SHOULD NOT TRUST HIM

Mei: Yes. Y/n only told us about someone saving them. They didn’t tell us it was Grayson.

Tracer: We didn’t want to say anything else because they were pretty shaken up about it.

Mercy: Let’s just follow them for now.

Phara: They’re ready to leave the cafe.

Mercy: This part of town is always busy, don’t lose sight of them.

76: I’ll always have them in my sights.

McCree: They’re going into an apartment building???

Widowmaker: They’re at his apartment door.

Roadhog: I’ll throw my hook at him.

Symmetra: what if you hit y/n with it?

Roadhog: hmm.

D.Va: NOPE HES NOT GETTING INTO MY BEST FRIENDS PANTS

Symmetra: Don’t jump to conclusions, Hana

Lucio: BUT WHAT IF HE IS??!?!

D.Va has added Y/n to the chat.

D.Va: BOI IF YOU DONT LEAVE THAT BOYS APARTMENT RIGHT N O W

Mercy: Y/n if that boy is planning to do some cruel things to you, you better get out of his apartment this instant!

76: Young Lady!

McCree: Explain to us, right now.

Reinhardt: GO BACK TO THE BASE, Y/N

Ana: WHO IS THE BOY AND WHY HAVENT YOU MENTIONED HIM?

Widowmaker: Are you sure he is not a talon agent?

Reaper: I’m coming to get you.

Genji: Gabriel, leave y/n alone.

Hanzo: You didn’t have to actually forcefully grab them.

Mercy: OH MY GOD HE HAS THE FLAMETHROWER.

Genji: Guys don’t attract attention!

Ana: HES THE ONE WHOS ATTRACTING ATTENTION!

Hanzo: To be honest, it was Gabriel.

Reaper: I did not.

Mei: HE IS ALSO THE ONE WHO PULLED OUT THE FLAMETHROWER. HE MELTED MY ICE WALL.

Zenyatta: Oh dear.

Junkrat: IM THROWING THE BOMB

Mercy: JUNKRAT NO

Tracer: oh my god Zarya knocked out Junkrat

Tracer: OH MY GOD HE ALMOST BURNED ME

Mei: Hanzo summoned his dragons.

Genji: You could’ve left them alone.

Tracer: oh my god Jack knocked him out.

Reaper: WHAT THE F UCK IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU!?

Reaper: This is y/n by the way.

76: where did Gabe take you?

Symmetra: And why are you using his phone?

Reaper: BECAUSE HE TOKE MINE AWAY. AND HE TOKE ME BACK TO THE BASE???

Reaper: When I planned on telling you guys about Grayson I was expecting something less vIOLENT THAN YOU YOU GUYS PULLED.

Mei: You’re the youngest one on the team! And I guess,, we got a bit carried away.

Reaper: A BIT IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT

Zarya: I get that you are mad but we are overprotective of you.

McCree: We had to make sure.

Reaper: AND YOU COULDVE DONE A SIMPLE BACKGROUND CHECK KN HIM ON THE COMPUTER!?

Reaper: I get it, bUT OH MY GOD HE WANTED ME TO MEET HIS PARENTS, HANA

D.Va: Yikes™

Reaper: Edge lord wants his phone bakcishifhf

Reaper: She’s grounded, no questions.

Reaper has left the chatroom.

Y/n: He has shitty hiding spots.

Y/n: and I refuse to be grounded fOR SOMETHING AS STUPID AS THIS

Y/n: JACK HOW BAD DID YOU HURT GRAYSON

76: I just knocked him out.

Y/n: Honestly guys, I’m part of overwatch, why can you trust me when I go out alone? I can take care of myself. And I did plan on telling you guys.

Y/n has left the chatroom.

Genji: They seem upset.

Zenyatta: Young Y/n is arguing with Gabriel right now. And I expect you to apologize to them. Also bring young Grayson home and explain everything to his parents.

Zenyatta: Bastion will be in front of y/n’s door for the rest of the day, and maybe the night.

Zenyatta has left the chatroom.

Ana: I can’t believe we acted so childish.

Ana has left the chatroom

Reinhardt: Y/n is seventeen, almost at legal age to live in their own, we should have trusted them for just one day.

Reinhardt has left the chatroom. Torbjön has left the chatroom.

Zarya: Hardt is right.

Zarya has left the chatroom. 76 has left the chatroom.

D.Va: before everyone leaves!

D.Va: we have to make it up to both Y/n and Grayson.

Lucio: what do we do?

D.Va: set up an actual date for them. Everyone has to pitch in though.

Hanzo: That could work.

D.Va: we should also stay with them.

Genji: Why?

Lucio: It’s a date, Hana

Junkrat: Kinda ruins the idea of a date, mate.

Roadhog: Why?

D.Va: They wanted us to meet Grayson right?

Mercy: that’s a wonderful idea, Hana!

Mei: Oh!

Tracer: This is our chance to make things right!!

Phara: well for the ones who started attacking Grayson.

Symmetra: you almost released your missiles.

Phara: ..Alright everyone should help plan this.

McCree: It’s settled then.

McCree has left the chatroom. Tracer has left the chatroom. Phara has left the chatroom. Symmetra has left the chatroom. Mei has left the chatroom. Junkrat has left the chatroom. Roadhog has left the chatroom. Lucio has left the chatroom. D.Va has left the chatroom. Hanzo had left the chatroom. Genji has left the chatroom. Zarya has left the chatroom. Mercy has left the chatroom. Widowmaker has left the chatroom.

Winston: Why do people always make everything so difficult?

Winston has closed the chatroom.

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skittles-pixie · 7 years

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85 statements

R U L E S : you must answer these eighty five statements and tag twenty people

I was tagged by the always wonderful @essentiallychaotic

I would like to tag: dude idk if I know 20 people to tag but ill try... if I tag you and you don't want me to please tell me @iridescentautistic @mybloodyplacemats @wanderer-and-muse @standswithpotatos @alaskanomad @melodychanges @happydance416 uuuuuuh idk that's 7? lol @everyone that works right?

Part 1: the last:

drink: Twist up its a lemon lime soda... idk I asked my boy for a drink and that's what he brought me

phone call: My mother she woke me up two days ago

text message: to me- my mother.... from me- my coworker

song you listened to: Brittany spears toxic started playing on the radio when I got home from work

time you cried: Last night... combination of hormones and touchy feely movie... hormones suck...

Part 2: Ever:

dated someone twice: uh ive been on more than one date with my boy... otherwise my dating history is a little unclear... several guys who acted like we were dating and then refused to actually call it a date... so yeah idk...

kissed someone and regretted it: ooooooooh yeah..... alcohol is bad for you kids......

been cheated on: nope... ive only been in the one relationship and I have a very loyal boy

lost someone special: yes... both in passing away and by loosing touch....

been depressed: been? as in passed tense... lol try still depressed... ive learned how to handle it though, and it helps to have an outlet that's not controlled by my mother, and people who care about me. and to not be told how terrible I am every 5 minutes.

gotten drunk and thrown up: I had a crazy 21st birthday.... after that I try not to get that drunk... but it happens on occasion... lol

Part 3: Favourite colours: ALL OF THEM!!! I really like colors.. though green, blue, and blood red are prolly my top colors...

Part 4: In the last year have you:

made new friends: yes.... more like my boy made friends and introduced me, but yeah I always meet new people

fallen out of love: Naw I love my boy too much

laughed until you cried: yeeeeah.... I laugh a lot lol....

found out someone was talking about you: yeah apparently people talk about me a lot “oh yeah I know who you are” is a phrase I hear a lot when meeting people... also I guess my boy talks about me? but from what I hear people usually say good things

met someone who changed you: yeah ive spent some time getting to know myself better

found out who your friends are: yeah.... and in the process ive lost almost all of them, but I'm done trying too hard to get people to like me. I want to be invited out not just kinda sorta included but only if somebody else takes me. So yeah... long story short I found out that my friends are simply not....lol... I do still have the good ones though....

kissed someone on your facebook list: don't have facebook.... if I did it would prolly be yes though lol....

Part 5: General:

how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: yeah still don't have facebook

do you have any pets: Theyre not really mine, but I live with 2 doggos

do you want to change your name: when I was little I wanted to change my name... I wanted something more pretty like rose or diamond.... but now I'm pretty happy with my name... would only change my last name if the occasion called for it....

what did you do for your last birthday: If I remember right I went to my physics class and then chilled in the empty cabin.... my boys aunt and uncle were visiting from Germany and got me a cake and a couple of presents... but on the actual day of my birthday I was pretty much alone... but birthdays are gross anyway

what time did you wake up: 1 pm lol... I'm too much of a night owl

what were you doing at midnight last night: I was finishing my movie and playing with my phone... I wanted to snap about how the sunlight in Alaska makes fireworks a bummer for the 4th, but I was too lazy lol

name something you can’t wait for: not having schoolwork.... I'm so glad to be done.....

when was the last time you saw your mom: may when she came up for my graduation... it wasn't too bad... she only put me down once....

what are you listening to right now: bobs burgers.... my boys watching it

have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yes.... I have a friend named tom.... we don't talk very often... but hes still my friend....

something that is getting on your nerves: my one coworker.... he pisses me off...

most visited website: tumblr.... or Netflix....

hair colour: blonde... which is kinda an ombre cause I dye it lighter and then let it grow out and then repeat so its always lightest on the bottem lol... though I'm trying to let it grow out for a bit...

do you have a crush on someone: my booooooooooooy (please read that in a super cheasy sappy sarcastic tone)

what do you like about yourself: that's a tough question... lol... But I like my ability to be stubborn... It helps me work hard to get what I want and be a better person.... and I get to prove people wrong which is great because so many people have told me that I would never really succeed because the odds were too stacked against me...

piercings: don't have any... have considered earings.. but nah....

blood type: yeah... no idea

nickname: cece ce Cebu skittles pixie.....

relationship status: dating and hopeful for the future cause this is a very good one...

zodiac: leo

pronouns: She/Her

favourite tv show: Gilmore Girls, buffy, charmed, x files.... idk I watch a lot of shows...

tattoos: I absolutely love them... but my fear of needles and my indecisiveness mean that I don't have any nor any plans to get one... but I love henna...

right or left handed: right handed when it comes to writing... but ambidextrous for just about anything else...

piercing: no.

sport: uuuuh I don't follow any major teams or anything... but I'm always down to watch baseball, basketball, hockey, or soccer... ill gladly play any sport but I'm sorely out of shape lol and I don't always know all the rules... football still confuses me...

vacation: everywhere lol.... but right now Germany, Ireland, las vagas, japan, or just taking time off to travel around Europe in general, are all at the top of my list.....

pair of trainers: ????? idk????

Part 6: more general :

eating: Most food is good... I will prolly die if you ever feed me spicy food tho

. drinking: water, iced tea, hot tea, coffee, some soda but not very much or very often, milk, alcohol...

I’m about to: prolly go to bed so I don't die working the morning shift tomorrow

waiting for: it to be dark at night again lol...

want: my degree, a job that utilizes that degree, my own place.

get married: one day. ive got some time before anything happens... but I found my person....

career: Chemistry.... in Alaska.... man I'm still piecing that one together.... but environmental chemistry is super cool... and id love to work with the Alaskan environment, to keep it safe and clean and to better understand how it works

hugs or kisses: both... but mainly hugs... I'm a very touch oriented person....

lips or eyes: lips... idk why cause I love eyes too... but I'm fascinated with how peoples lips look.... like I never understood those superhero masks that just cover their eyes because I always recognize people by their lips and how they talk

shorter or taller: taller....... when I'm around tall people I feel smaller and that makes me happy... plus like.. they can reach the shit that I cant lol...

older or younger: I'm sooo old...... not really but sometimes I feel like it so idk lol

nice arms or nice stomach: arms... always.... especially shoulders...

hook up or relationship: uh before my current relationship I was totally all for either though I focused mainly on hook ups... but now I'm content with the relationship thing....

troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker... definitely... but usually its a good thing.... I never much cared for rules...

kissed a stranger: oh yeah... many times...

drank hard liquor: yup... do it a lot... but life in Alaska....

lost glasses or contact lenses: forgot where I put them a few times... but always found them... break glasses a lot tho....

turned someone down: yeeeeah... guys usually don't respond well... I know... big surprise...

sex on the first date: yup... i love sex....

broken someone’s heart: yeah.... it was terrifying... i vaguely knew him through mutual friends and similar activities... he asked to be my valentine when id told him that id never had one before ... valentines was about two weeks away... we saw each other for like a week... he had my entire future planned out for me... and i couldn't get passed the fact that he was 14 years older than me.... when i told him things weren't gonna work he broke down bawling.... and our mutual friends told me how bad he was after the conversation....

had your heart broken: yeah... and then toyed with... it was fuuuuuun.......

been arrested: no I'm an good kid who can do nothing wrong... and anytime ive done anything illegal i was always with people who took all the attention off of me....

cried when someone died: yeah... ive known too many people that have died....

fallen for a friend: yup... it didn't work out

Part 7: do you believe in:

yourself: Its a work in progress lol.

miracles: yes. This world is not always as terrible as the people who inhabit it...

love at first sight: you know... i never used to believe in it... but then i met my boy and i swear to god it was like i saw the puzzle pieces of my life fall into place around me... we were pretty drunk but to this day i still cant explain why i had such a strong urge to meet this man. why i insisted that he had to play pool with us... we already had more than enough people to play... but he had to be there with us.... and from that moment on my life has just gotten better and better....

Santa Claus: I guess... more like i believe that once upon a time he exsisted....

kiss on the first date: yes... again I'm a very touch oriented person....

angels: I think theres a lot of things out there that we do not understand and we are not ment to... so yeah i think angels exist...

Part 8: Other:

current best friend’s name:

Mckenzi is my go to... but Daniel is also my best friend.... I have a few others too like maddi... but if i named everyone then id be naming like all my friends and that would make me sad because I'm too social to have such a small social group lol....

eye colour: blue....

Favourite movie: depends on my mood... but i can never really pick a favorite...

#personal #tagged #oh god this is long #lol #enjoy #long post

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sugasugasuga · 7 years

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mvs im kind of in love with (a wip)

#wyd by ikon - i love this one because i feel like with boy band mvs they often fall into the weird “6 boys (sometimes literally) chasing the same girl which proves most writers and directors and stuff are male because any woman would know that said girl would be scared for her life)” trope and this mv is the complete opposite, and portrays romance, or rather the cutesy precursor to romance (yes things aren't/shouldnt be inherently romantic but the vibe and interactions and overall feeling of the this song/mv hints at romance so well, i’m more than okay with it. it’s romantic, but this kind of romantic i support) so well. it’s rarely dramatic (or at least not the mv type of dramatic) and there’s not usually a GROUNDBREAKING moment where you confess your undying love for each other and live happily ever after. those kinds of stories can sometimes feel like more of a caricature of real life, whereas this feels like a snapshot of real life. it does an excellent job of showing those small little moments in the honey moon phase that lead up to romance. the characters are tiptoeing around each other and there’s nothing explicitly romantic but the combination of the music and visuals are enough; nothing needs to be explicitly romantic. one of my favourite things about mvs like this is that i don’t feel like i need to know the words theyre singing in order to understand. it just sort of speaks for itself in its own way and it portrays the emotions its trying to show so well since it doesnt solely rely on the lyrics. airplane (which i also really like, but not enough for it to make it on to the list “officially) does a similar thing, and i like that it has more of an arch than this one, but i do feel like looking up the lyrics for that made a lot more sense. at first i felt that the third wheeling/””friendzone”” (for the lack of a better word) thing felt a bit out of place and like they were trying to tell 2 different stories at once but now i feel like it’s just trying to portray a more fleshed out relationship

i am you, you are me by zico - this is my favourite music video of all time (i love the entirety of inu/run/the prologue etc more but that counts as more of a ‘mv series’ in my mind and you cant compare the two since they’re trying to achieve such different things). i feel overwhelmed by how much i love this mv every time i watch it. i genuinely can’t handle it and i have so many thoughts, starting to talk about it is kind of intimidating and i’ve been putting it off for ages. several months later: OK I REWATCHED IT LETS DO THIS. every time i watch this mv i am overwhelmed by how much i love it. every time im like “it cant be as good as i remember” but then it is. watching it just makes me feel so soft and warm and quiet. there’s nothing in the whole mv that feels out of place. i love the clothes, i love the hair, i love how natural everything feels. the set is phenomenal, it creates this strange, distant, otherworldly, completely independent little universe. the products that are perfectly lined up and the lights and the way colour and the flickering of the light/the tv is being used makes it feel a bit like a dream. the sparkle at the beginning also gives it a fairy tale kind of vibe. it just feels surreal, blending reality and fantasy in a really god way. the close ups of the people/the sets are being used in the perfect moments, it just creates this beautiful balance that just works so well together. there’s a lot going on, but it never feels like its too much. i love love l o v e the two characters interactions. the mv feels like a whole story that says soooo much without having to say anything at all. the exchanged looks and the gradual development and the interactions are just so perfect. its one of those things where things dont need to be explicitly romantic to be romantic, the combination of the visuals and the song just conveys this very specific feeling extremely well. i love the way they toe around each other and test each other a little bit, how it feels very careful and new at first but then gets more familiar. i love how they look at each other. i love the parts where they sit back to back and the camera spins around them. i love the part where you have a red close up of zico and she's layered above in blue. that could have looked strange but it works extremely well. everything in this mv feels like it happens or is there for a reason. it feels very intentional, but in a casual way, if that makes sense. i love the pace. i think this is partly caused by the fact that it looks like everything is just slightly slowed down, so it feels more relaxed and gives off this “we have all the time in the world” vibe, and also similar to the otherworldly feeling i mentioned earlier. i love how the sign went from opened/closed to opened/opened.i just dont even know how to say it but from 0:16-0:22, the way the perspectives are shown is just wonderful. i love the way its blurry for a split second at 0:12. i just love all the details. i love how this mv makes me feel. i want to live in this.

sentimental by winner - ngl i just love the way this is shot and the colours and the styling and chilled and lazy and careless atmosphere that the visuals and the song create, but also how it somehow shows this underlying frustration? looking up the lyrics helped with this one - i kinda guessed the whole “i miss u” thing because of the title and it has this bittersweetness to it? i just think that this is a great example of a series of seemingly borderline nonsensical/weird/”random” things (eg. the lobster, the bathtub, the guy dancing around with the cat or the guy riding the bike whilst lying on the floor) but it made sense, somehow? it felt like all those little details just showed the frustration and boredom and that they’re not quite sure what to do with themselves and how missing someone can drive you a little bit crazy. not to mention that the cat is a metaphor for “im going to die alone with 18 cats” and the bike thing reminds me a little bit of carousel by melanie martinez, in other words just feeling like you/a relationship is going nowhere. i also love the repeated use/portrayal of musical instruments (even/especially the ones where they go a bit crazy) because it feels like that shows working through your feelings through creativity and expressing yourself. and i also love the couple making out in random places because that’s essentially what it feels like when you like someone who likes someone else, them being with that person is always just sort of... there... i like the almost intruder-like portrayal of it here. i also love the separate rooms because they’re such a cool way to show the characters’ isolation and give them a bit of individuality, whilst still tying it all together with the band/kitchen sequences.

you’re the best by mamamoo - i like this one because it’s a great example of “we all like the same person but not in a way that suggests we want to kill them and wear their skin”. also, i love the song and the styling (mamamoo are the only people in this world that can pull off bootcut jeans) and the colours and the choreo and the set and the retro/vintagey vibe it all gives off and how the music video perfectly compliments the song and every things so bright and wonderful and i love the dorky moments and i love the scenes under the white sheet (one of the weirdest things ive said in a while) but theyre just so radiant and soft and i love the little animations, they’re so subtle it took me aaaages to see them and theyre so small and cute and fit really well (its not like lalaland floating galaxy dance that feels out of place) and its overall just such a wonderful experience to watch the mv and also i am in love with every single one of these girls

why so lonely by wonder girls - this one borders on including random things just for the sake of including random things, but it does it so well, i honestly dont care. you do need subs, i think? but its overall just so good that it doesnt matter too much. it just has this “i dont give a shit” in such a classy, controlled, badass lana del rey way. i watched this for the first time when it first came out, i think, about 9 months ago? and i still haven't stopped thinking/forgotten about it, simply because it was so unlike anything ive ever seen before and i honestly wasn’t even sure whether i like it or not. but i do. i love the blocky colors and the styling and the set and the actual format/size of the video and how you have the black borders on the side and how they all fit together perfectly to create this vintage/retro/strange different reality or its own world. the fact that they all perform/sing with this deadpan face and intense eye contact is also that perfect kind of strange that just goes really well with the entire mv. i love the ending and i love that it has this little arch to it, even if its kind of a crazy one, but i love that it’s not wannabe badass (like me lol) or cutesy, it’s just so fucking cool and well made in its own way.

fine by taeyeon this is the one. the mv that will be the death of me. i love how simple this was and that the way it was shot and the variety and the colours and how pretty it was in a soft, subtle way made it really really interesting or ’’’moving’’’’ i guess. (i always say the same thing, i know, but these are just the things i love about mvs??) the underlying theme/repeated use of photographs and that type of imagery to indicate the passing of time and memories was just stunning and perfect and added this feeling of nostalgia and missing someone/something and perfectly complimented the song. i love that this is another one that just feels really sincere and real and not dramatic at all, all the interactions between the couple are just really really cute and i love that one moment where she's just in the kitchen drinking a glass of water because (at least i think that) it’s this strange relatable feeling of being a bit lost and just thinking and wandering around the house and drinking a glass of water and thinking about stuff. it’s just overall wonderful.

never ever by got7 - this is just beautiful. that’s the only way to describe it. all the scenes are gorgeous and well balanced, if that makes sense? i love the colours and the contrast between the white and the bluish black with just enough vibrant colours to make it interesting and the smoke thing and the outfits its all just well rounded, somehow. id be OBSESSED with this band if they were on spotify

fxxk it by bigbang - this ones slightly different bc i saw the mv a while back and i thought it was alright but then i went to hoho’s k pop shop in london and picked up 2 like, credit card sized poster type bigbang things so i was like “guess i should give them another try” and i listened to more of their stuff and i really really really like this song (and a lot of their other songs, actually?? i had no idea that they’ve recently been making so much chilled music?? i guess i just kept thinking of fantastic baby when i heard bigbang) and i think its just another instance of the mv matching the song really well. and i love the styling and colors. i say that every time bUT JUST LOOK AT IT ITS SO COOL

crooked by g-dragon - i just kind of assumed ive already talked about this because its one of my favourites and it has been for like a year or something?side note before i rewatch it and give my detailed opinions: coup d’etat reminds me of a very specific couple of weeks of my life. it basically just feels like walking to the my best friend’s place in may or june in the evenings last year and its still light and really nice and warm and im wearing ripped jeans and doc martens and my leather jacket and me and my best friend hang out and watch a movie or walk around while we’re ”””””studying”””” and its just a. lot. but ANYWAY i just love this so much. i love the song and the music video s o m u c h. not just because i have this weird sentimental connection to it. i just feel like it conveys this feeling of helpless, reckless, careless, self destructive badassness so strongly that there is no doubt about it, regardless of the lyrics. i looked them up once and i forgot and im sure theyre good but i just really feel like the sound and the visuals combine so well that theyre a bonus rather than something you need to understand. it just makes me feel this strange sense of pity and it has that kind of underlying sense of sadness and despair and loneliness and not being sure what to do with yourself and not quite belonging but covering it all with this appearance of not caring even though you care so much at the same time and i just love it so much. all i know is that walking places whilst listening to g-dragon is a very unique, specific feeling that i love

she's a baby by zico - since i am you, you are me is basically my favourite mv ever i put off watching this for like 2 weeks. i was kinda nervous, ngl?? idek know why tbh? i guess i didnt want to be disappointed? but maaan. i was not disappointed. of course i dont like it as much as i am you, but i love love love that it has the same gentle pastel vibe and it just made me feel all soft inside and it made me smile and i just love it. im not gonna go on about how much i love the colors and the way its shot and stuff bc i say the same thing every time but jusT LOOK AT IT. its GORGEOUS.

rumor by kard - this looks cool as fuck on your phone, i really really like the song and just generally love that kard always does completely new, different stuff and does it super well. (i just love their music in general bc their lyrics mean soooo much to me whenever i feel A Lot)

neverland by holland - boy where to even start with this one. to begin with, i want to take the first 30 seconds and hang them up on my wall. tattoo them on my body. they’re just so quiet and pretty and perfect. i love the yellow neverland font. and just the contrast between the dark scenes where he’s alone and the brightness of the beach and the sky when they’re together???? SO damn good. the combination of the two makes the mv feel like it’s like a memory - when you think of someone you used to like, you think about all of it. it’s not just the good and it’s not just the bad, in a way, you’re brain smashes it all together. it just does such an excellent job of making you feel something. and the interactions between the two boys. they’re so cute and soft together but the mv also manages to give their relationship a bit of depth and it’s just great to watch. and their kiss might be my favourite “tv” kiss ever? i usually just find kisses in movies and tv shows (especially dramas) very “whatever” but this one was just so cute. they’re so cute. it’s just great. and i love the sound of the actual music so much? i’m usually not into soft music but this is actually so damn good????? im honestly just dying for holland to make more music

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