#anyways... in THAT respect tho and back on topic.. it would have been nice if ichi /was/ biracial

[todayisafridaynight]

So, Ichiban’s mom isn’t Janel Monae (as in she’s not black)? If so saaaaaaaaad and missed missed missed opportunity.

if we're real with ourselves there wasn't ever really a chance ichi's mom would be anything but japanese- im more surprised at the fact she's alive lol

[immasock]

Look Iam a very affectionate and clingy person (if I wanted to be) and all I can think about rn is an easy going teen MC who is VERY affectionate and will ask for hugs for every brother. Will want headpats for every achievement as a reward like imagine MC getting 100 on a test and shows it to Lucifer and gets 5 minutes worth of headpats and cuddles. Or even sleeps or naps hugging the bros. I feel like Beel is very comfy to lay on or just being cuddled by him it would feel as if your on a teddy bear so cute.

:D

Off topic but do you ever wonder what is feels like to play with Mammon's hair? Looks so soft I wanna touch it

This- I think this is your cutest idea yet

Also all the time. That man has my heart in a choke hold and he is not letting go. Not that I’m complaining. I bet his hair is super soft and I would love nothing more than to play with it

ANYWAYS

Brothers with an Affectionate Teen!MC

It’s a nice, peaceful day in the HoL. Everyone is in their respective rooms doing their own respective thing. Except for MC. MC is feeling a little touch starved and craves attention from their favorite demon older male figure. Whoever that may be. Plus they got the top score on the last test in their hardest class and they wanted to show someone they looked up to. So what do they do? They walk into said demons room, waltz right up to them and kinda just stand there for a minute. They’re awkward okay? Eventually tho, said brother acknowledges their presence

Lucifer:

“Yes? Is there something I can help you with MC?”

They nod and show him their test

Lucifer, of course, is very pleased with their score

Obviously he knows that they’re smart but the exchange students getting good grades is always good for the program

Plus he knows that they have been struggling with that class all year

They must have taken his advice and gotten some extra help

“Very good MC. How about we celebrate. What would you like to do?”

“I want a hug”

He doesn’t know why that surprises him

MC has always been one for physical affection

But of course he complies

When MC goes in for the hug, they don’t let go for a few minutes

They never do

Not that he minds, he just has work to get back to

So he gives them a pat on the head and sends them away

Mammon:

“Eh? What’s up MC? Come to hang out with the great mammon? Can’t blame ya”

They show him their test and Mammons face immediately lights up

“Hey would ya look at that! Is that the test you were freaking out about last week? I told ya you could do it!”

Being their best friend, Mammon knows how much they love affection, especially after doing well on something

He holds his arms open for a hug and they very quickly go in for it

“I’m so proud of ya human! How about to celebrate we have a movie marathon? The great mammon will even let you pick the movies”

Like they’d ever let that opportunity pass them by

They spend the rest of the night watching really bad movies and making fun of them with their best friend

Eventually they both fall asleep snuggling each other

Leviathan:

“Eh? Oh hey MC. You wanna see this new figurine that just came in the mail? It’s limited edition so you gotta be real careful, okay?”

While they always love it when Levi shows them his cool stuff, they came here to show off a little bit

They pull out their test and show him the score

“Woah that’s your test?? That’s so good! This reminds me of that one anime ‘my unofficial little sibling who is also my best friend is a super genius’! It’s really good! You should watch it with me”

“Sure. But first, Can I have a hug?”

Now I may be projecting a bit when I say that Levi likes physical affection, especially hugs, but he is the most awkward person when actually getting affection

Wether that be from a romantic partner or even just a friend

Like he likes it and all but he gets super awkward and his body gets stiff and he starts overthinking, trying to make sure he doesn’t make it seem too obvious that he’s being awkward and kinda uncomfortable, which of course makes it more obvious, which is one reason why he doesn’t do hugs and stuff all that often

But they’re just so excited and he’s proud of them so he agrees

They give him a hug, a very awkward, stiff hug. But a hug none the less

Once they pull away they make themselves comfortable in the beanbag chair as Levi puts on the anime

Satan:

“Oh hello MC. It’s nice of you to drop by. Oh, did you ever get that test back?”

MC, very excited, nodded and showed him their score

“See? I told you all your hard work would pay off”

Satan had been their tutor for the 2 weeks prior to the test so he was especially excited about their score

He gave them a smile and a pat on the head before inviting them to sit and read this new novel he just got with him

So they sit in between his legs on the floor in front of him while he reads his new novel to them

Eventually they fall asleep

Can you blame them?

His voice is just so soothing, especially when he’s reading to you

Asmodeus:

“Hm? Oh hey MC! Finally come to try that face mask with me?”

“Mm maybe later. But for now, look at what I got on my test!”

They pull out their test and proudly show him what they got

“Oh my goodness! Look at you! Oh you’re so smart!”

They don’t even have to ask him for a hug

Asmo is also a very overly affectionate person so his first reaction is to hug them as tight as he can

Without hurting them of course

“You know what? This is cause for a celebration! I say we have a spa day! We can try that face mask and I can paint your nails. Ooo maybe even do something new with your hair”

Beelzebub:

“Hm? Oh hey MC. You want some? I found this custard in the fridge”

“No thanks. But hey, look at this”

Beel straight up has a proud brother moment

He gives them the biggest smile and ruffles their hair

“Good job MC”

MC is so excited

Physical touch isn’t beels first love language but he does like it a lot so he gladly lets them give him a hug

He’s just happy to be there

Belphegor:

“Mm? This better be good MC. I was sleeping”

Maybe waking Belphie up for this want their best idea

But do they care?

Not at all

They want to cuddle and so cuddle they will

“Hey Belphie, since I’m totally your favorite human and I got top marks on my last test, can we cuddle? I want affection”

Belphie just sighs before holding up the blanket for them to crawl under

“Hell yeah!”

“Just shut up and go to sleep. I’m still tired”

It’s quiet for a minute before he speaks up again

“Good job on your test MC”

[dannydanoninoo]

The Soldier’s Bow

Okay so I got an inspiration spree with @gayredshoe ADORABLE Huntlow post soo, here’s my personal take to their hc, go read theirs as soon as it’s done tho! 

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It has been a couple of months since the Day of Unity and Hunter had to admit that life was... pretty great now! Covens were dismantled so witches were starting to use different types of magic, he was slowly recovering from his life at the castle with Darius, Eda and Raine as guardians AND HE HAD FRIENDS NOW! So yeah things were pretty good.

It had taken him a while to learn all about this "friendship stuff" but he was getting the hang of it now! When he gave gifts or did stuff to help his friends and family he was showing how much he appreciated them! So, naturally, that's what he've been doing on the last few weeks: getting some human cube for Gus, helping Luz repair her tadagochi? thing she used to talk to Amity, taking care of Puddles for Viney, etc...

However, no matter how hard he looked he'd never seen to find something good enough for his captain! His Captain... Hunter couldn't help but smile at the thought of the most amazing witch in the Boiling Isles. She was brave, strong, beautiful, powerful and even with that she was the kindest person he'd met! She was the first witch who showed him unconditional kindness without knowing who he was, the first who'd ran to 'save him' from Kikimora at that fight at the Blight Factory, the one who didn't care who he was made after and also she had this amazing sparkling eyes... 

aaaand he was getting off topic... Again... thanks to the weird feeling on his chest he always had when thinking about the plant witch.

Anyway... here he was, at the night market looking for something worthy enough for his captain, which at the moment was... absolutely nothing. How could this place called itself a respectful illegal market when nothing here seemed to make an amazing mind-blowing gift?!

Then... thank the Titan he FINALLY heard someone talking about a rare plant called The Soldier's Bow, which was so beautiful that "anyone would be the happiest witch on the Isles if they were gifted it". That was perfect! And, he remembered seeing something about that plant in the confiscated papers Raine took from Terra Snapdragon's office great! So he immediately left to the owl house to start his research.

The next night, when everyone was asleep, he took Flapjack (who had been given him a smug smirk ever since he told them about the gift for some reason) and took off to the Hand, which is the place where the plant grows according to his research. Thinking about what he'd seen his research only made him more excited to do this. Sure he was going to have to fight a beast but it was worth it! The plant literally means loyalty and devotion! And it has soldier on the name! Which is a bit ironic considering he once was a soldier, although he didn't read past that, whatever else but wasn't important, what was important is that this was the exact gift that Willow would love and that showed how much he has thankful for having her as a friend (although the word still gave him some uncomfortable feeling when using it with her but not with Gus, hmmm weird... but not important right now, he had to get that plant as soon as possible!)

After what felt like hours, Hunter was happily sneaking back to the owl house, he wasn't hurt (badly) and he didn't even have to bribe Hooty or anything! Telling him about the plant was enough for the bird tube to smirk (why was he getting that recently?) and start gushing about setting for him nice clothes to look perfect to ask Willow tomorrow. He didn't understood a lot of Hooty's mannerisms and he was keeping the secret of the gift so he could let the demon be weird for tonight.

The next day at Hexide felt like an eternity but he'd managed to do everything in his list:

a) sneak his gift to his backpack without anyone in the house noticing it

b) look presentable enough (with the help of Flapjack and a bit of Hooty)

c) not act suspicious around Willow during classes (although he did stare a bit but he was just too excited!)

And finally: d) finishing the Flyer Derby practice without telling anyone about his surprise (okay maybe he did tell something to Gus but he was his best friend so the secret was still safe)

So, just before the Captain dismissed everyone for the day he ran to his backpack leaving everyone a bit confused, but it was fine they'll figure it out soon enough

"C-captain wait!" He put the bow behind his back and ran up to the rest of the team "you okay Caleb? Do you need something before we end up for today?" "Uuuuuuuh" dang it why did she looked at me like that? I forgot what I was gonna say! Oh no they're staring Hunter SAY SOMETHING!

"I just.. wanted to give you this!" And so, just like the drawing he saw on his research, he bowed a little to give her the pot with the plant. He instantly relaxed when she took it and with one her bright smiles thanked him for it, perfect!

However, she then frowned a little bit after looking at it closely Titan had he damaged the plant? Why was she making that face? Skara, Viney and Gus looked to be holding their breaths, what was happening?

"Hunter?"

"Yes Captain?"

"Is this a..."  oh! she must me in disbelief for such a rare gift he thought, so he puffed a bit his chest and with the best Golden Guard persona confidence answered:

"A Soldier's Bow? Ha! Indeed it is Captain! I know they're pretty rare and the beast did gave me a good fight for it, but only the best gifts for my favorite witch you know!"

His answer seem to have shocked Willow as her cheeks were turning red and she just looked between him and the bow, what an excellent choice he made! he mentally congratulated himself until Viney interrupted his train of thought.

"Aren't you a bit too young to be asking that?"

Hunter couldn't help but to turn to her with an indignant gasp "Ask? Viney for Titan's sake Willow is my friend! I would never give her a gift to ask for something in exchange!"

Realization seemed to hit Skara who muttered "ooh he doesn't know. Man! I was just getting excited" 

Don't know what? Excited for what? Gus seemed to be about to combust but seeing the distress and the current awkwardness he took a deep breath and focused on Hunter

"Hunter..  dude, what do you think the Soldier's Bow means?"

"Pffft obviously admiration, devotion and loyalty! The witch at the night market said it herself, anyone would be lucky to be gifted one because that means someone wants to spend all their lives with them, and Willow's the best captain ever! Of course I would want to spend all my time following her leadership!"

"Aaaand?"

"And what?"

"Didn't you read anything else? Like the story behind the name?"

"It had a soldier, which is kinda funny because of my past with the coven but nah, I didn't read anything else, why?"

He didn't expected what happened next, Skara started making what Luz called "kettle noice" which sounded more like the school bell screeching, Viney put her hand on Skara's mouth and facepalmed with the other, Gus was just staring at him as he'd grown another head and Willow was getting redder by the second, muttered something to her plant and as soon as they made eye contact she looked away, what was going on?

Gus seemed to show mercy for him so he answered his mental question:

"Bro the Soldier's Bow is given by witches as a marriage proposal, the Soldier in the story behind it fell in love with a princess and fought tooth and nail to propose to her... with this plant"

"M..marriage proposal?" Had he just asked the Captain to marry him? He was too young for that! Wait.. that's why Viney said so.. oh no! he had just accidentally proposed to Willow in front of the Entrails! He had to fix this!

"Haha very funny Gus! I-I didn't mean to ask Willow to marry me!" Shoot! wrong answer Willow seems upset "N-nOt thAt I wouldn't marry the Captain! I mean who wouldn't?!" He... didn't mean to say that either! although... NOT NOW BRAIN  "you know what? This was SUPER stupid so how about I take that plant and we never speak about this again?!"

"NO!"

The attention of everyone shifted to Willow, who seemed to just realized she'd spoken put loud, she hugged tighter her pot and nervously laughed

"I mean... you obviously worked super hard to get this! And it's pretty! Not that you're not pretty I-uh I mean it's an amazing gift! and it would look great on my garden! So I'm just gonna... keep it?"

Hunter felt his breath missing and Willow must've noticed because she then clarified "Just you know! not. as. in I'm accepting your proposal right now kind of thing but maybeifyouaskmelaterinafewyearsI'llsayyes?"

LATER LATER LATER  was everything his mind was screaming right now so he barely noticed Willow standing up in her tiptoes kissing his cheek and messily taking Clover

"He he anyway... oof! it's getting super late! And my dads are waiting for me so... SEE YOU TOMORROW ORMAYBENEVER OKAYGOTTAGOBYE!"

He's not sure how long he stood there holding his cheek and looking at the spot Willow left empty a while ago but a scream that sounded a lot like Skara saying "I CALL BRIDESMAID!" brought him back to reality and he too zoomed away with Flapjack as fast as possible.

Later that night, in two houses on the opposite sides of Bonesborrow two caotic scenes could be heard at the exact same time:

On the Owl House, Eda and Darius were laughing as if he'd told them the best joke ever, Luz was crying and hugging him while screaming something with Hooty about "planning the wedding", Raine was awkwardly patting his hair in an effort to console him in his embarrassment, and Hunter... he was wondering how long would it take him to escape to the human realm and start a life where no one knew him, he would miss Willow and whatever she ment by asking her later but he could always come back to see her and... Titan he had it bad hadn’t he?

Meanwhile on the Park household Harvey and Willow were trying to bring back to consciousness her other dad who as soon as he heard a boy gave his little girl a Soldier's Bow screamed, attempted to go to the owl house to murder him himself and then fainted in shock.

Although Harvey knew that what got his husband to faint was not the amount of force Willow put to stop him and explain it had been a mistake, but the way she smiled and her cheeks tinted pink when she unconsciously glanced to the picture of her dads wedding during the mentioning of this 'Hunter boy' but, unlike his husband he couldn’t help but think this was a very cute detail and that if Willow seemed happy, he was okay with Hunter too they’ll just have to wait and see what happens 

[yostressmininggirl]

Hii! I’m back yet again to request a Ranboo fic lmao. So we all know that sadly Ranboo has to come back to the US soon so how about reader is irl friends with him and when he gets home they see each other for the first time in a while and the just ✨hug✨ and hang out the rest of the day. Also if you don’t want to do this request or just can’t feel free to ignore this. Anyway hope u have a good day/night! :D

Anon!! Nice to see you again, loyal Ranboo enthusiast! I actually had a draft similar to this however it’s too romantic and that’s a no-no, so here’s my new attempt on this prompt. Also yes I am still alive, thank you for waiting, I didn’t realize how long I was gone!

We’re Satisfied

˖۪⸙͎ Platonic Ranboo x Reader

✧ ཻུ۪۪ 1, 500+ Words

✧ ۪۪Ranboo has been away in the UK for too long, and he knows he has to pay for all that lost time. Somehow your reunion went opposite of what you expected it to be.

ཻུ۪۪Art by Mayloony in YT!

As Ranboo’s long time friend, and the best one honestly (unofficial title but you know Ranboo is just too much of a wuss to admit it), you two have always done things together. Which is why this whole event is such a painful change for the both of you.

You would have joined him, but you are broke. And Ranboo is too broke to afford two airplane tickets just so you can stick together. That would have been the perfect arrangement but not all things go your way even if it was meant to be.

So with a tearful, dramatic airport send off, and the promises of nightly updates and souvenirs, your inseparable duo goes its separate ways.

That was almost five months ago. Four months+ of watching your friend through the screen and talking only through calls, sometimes with how frequent he updates you, it almost felt like you were never that faraway from each other. ALMOST, at least. At the end of the day you couldn’t comfort your friend as much as you could when he felt under the weather when he first arrived in the European country, couldn’t smack his arm when he made an awful joke. But most importantly-

You COULDN’T celebrate his BIRTHDAY TOGETHER.

“I’m glad you had fun on your birthday,” it was almost midnight for him and the sun is on its way to set for you.

“Mhmm, you don’t sound too happy tho,” you sputtered protests at your friend’s accusation which he silenced after continuing his speech. “What’s wrong? I know what you sound like when you’re repressing something, come on, tell me.”

“Sometimes I despise that you know me so well,” you heard his breathy chuckles at your defeat, held back as to respect the sleeping housemate in his vicinity. Ranboo always made it a point to call you at the dead of night when Toby is likely to rest, so as to respect the privacy of your conversation. Despite the fact that it’s mostly him that’s the topic. “I’m just sad we didn’t get to celebrate your 18th birthday together. You know, like we planned before?”

I almost forgot about that! You heard Ranboo’s distant voice failing to mask his surprise and forgetfulness at the other end of the line, squinting despite him not being able to see it. “I remember, we were gonna buy the ride-all-you-can pass for that one amusement park - ” Six Flags, you mumbled to yourself. “ - and spend the whole day together until we’re dead tired to go on...”

Silence permeated the call.

“I miss you so much, ‘Boo.”

“I miss you more. Hey, at least I’ll be coming back there very soon. Then I’ll do my best to make up for the four?” Almost five. “Almost five months that I’ve been gone until you’ve forgotten that I was away in the first place. How’s that sound?”

Well it sounded good on paper. BUT NOT IN PRACTICE.

Before Ranboo even boarded the plane to America, he’d specifically instructed you to not come into contact with him since he wanted to quarantine himself to make sure you don’t get infected if he did somehow contract the virus. Which was BULLSHIT, he didn’t have to do that (it wasn’t mandatory now) but if there was anyone more stubborn than you, it was Ranboo. But sometimes there are instances where you out-stubborn the oreo man.

So when Ranboo finally got out of the car and saw you standing mighty and proud in front of his house, you expected him to scold you for doing the exact opposite of what he wanted. Or even kick you out of his lawn to enforce his distance (even though you got explicit approval from his parents that you can come over). But no, none of that happened, in fact the opposite of your predictions happened.

The sound of his backpack dropping on the sidewalk pulled you out of your challenging stare, and next thing you knew a Ranboo-sized teddy bear is draped on you for a hug - oh, no, wait, that’s actually just Ranboo himself. Confused yet happy about winning, you wrapped your arms around your friend.

His whole body sagged more at the returned hug.

“What happened to quarantining - ?”

“Shut up.” You gladly did so.

You’ve thought the miraculously tearless reunion would have ended after screaming about haunted canned beans and helping him unpack his four luggage filled with his setup. You even got some of the prizes he won from that one carnival they visited in Tommy’s vlog (a stuffed toy of your favorite animal! Although in your least liked color, eh beggars can’t be choosers) but it seems surprises didn’t stop there.

Ranboo announced his arrival in the room with a jingle of keys, distracting you from reading the words on the box of his Youtooz (oh yeah he gave you three of those) to see him leaning against his room’s doorway in a fresh set of clothes. When you didn’t budge and only gave him a confused stare, your friend shook his head and raised the keys again - car keys. “Let’s go.”

“Go?” You followed his footsteps when he made his way towards the front door. “Oh, go home.”

“What? No, you dummy, we’re going out to eat. If there’s anything I missed in the UK, it’s American fast food.” You elbowed his side sharply, making him almost keel over. “Ow - and you too, I guess.” You elbowed him harsher this time.

After getting several take-outs from multiple drive-thrus, Ranboo parked to a permitted cliffside view of the city to eat by the hood of the car. With the company of good food, your Spotify playlist, and your friend on the flesh all is well. Conversation came easy but this time you did most of the talking seeing as Ranboo had told you everything that he could in the phone daily, it was your turn to update him on how things had been on your end.

From classes, city news, other friends, anything interesting you haven’t told him yet. It was as if he held on to your every word no matter how significant or insignificant they are, while munching on his American-approved burger. Oh god, he’s going for his third burger.

“Hey Ranboo.”

But he beat you by calling out your name while staring intently on his unbitten burger. “Hey, do you have plans for the future already?” You’re painfully aware of the fact that he won’t look at you directly. In fact he won’t look at you at all, no shades to cover up that fact.

“Uhm, well I’m not sure about the specifics other than maybe study, work. I haven’t thought of the details yet. Why?”

“Live with me in the UK.” There was a second too long of a pause in your reaction that unnerved Ranboo enough to force himself to look at your form - eyes wide, pack of fries threatening to fall out of your hold, and mouth hanged open he worries it might fall off too. “My friends are thinking of living in a house together in Brighton - “

“You sound like you’re proposing.”

“Weeeell,” you laughed at the way his voice turned high-pitched in an effort to cover up the embarrassment of the statement. “I AM proposing on having a join loving arrangement.” You are such a nerd! “Ah you’re right, right. But that’s not the point! Honestly there isn’t even any details about it, it might not even happen and this might just be wasted effort that makes me even stupider than - “

“Sure.”

“Oh... just like that?”

“Huh? You want me to get back to you with an email, what?”

“Well I mean, I expected you to like - not? accept? something so out of the blue. Actually that’s kinda worrying, have you been like this since I was gone? We need an intervention, who knows what else you got yourself into. What HAVE you been up to - "

“Ranboo.” The bits of lettuce flying around dangerously from his animated hands almost hit you. “I mean, you did say your stay there had been fantastic, and you met such nice friends there. Even if I’m your best kept secret,” you nervously ate a fry as Ranboo patiently waited for the end of your statement, your voice significantly quieter, “we’re a duo too. We’re supposed to be a package deal even if not everyone knows that. So wherever you’re going, I’m going.” You spoke the last sentence with more will than ever.

Both of you are satisfied enough with just eating the last bit of your oily food in the company of each other, basking in the afterglow of the sunset in silence. Just you and him, finally.

Despite the uncertainty of the future, despite the fact that whatever you two decide on right here right now may not matter in the end, at least for now your conviction is set on being with Ranboo. And even if the big decisions made today may not hold up in the end, Ranboo seemed satisfied with the outcome as the skin around his eyes wrinkle up from his smile.

“Happy birthday again, ‘Boo.”

“Thanks. You too.”

The illusion of peace and quiet breaks after two seconds with you trying to hold your laughter, and Ranboo desperately trying to save face.

[hiphop-rap-and-basketball]

rookie year | chapter 9

a lamelo ball fanfic by hiphop-rap-and-basketball•

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,400

Warnings: All characters in this fic are 18+. Minors DNI. Swearing, mentions of drug use and drug use, mentions of abuse, all that shit mentioned.

A/N: small but kind of major detail changed… it’s a Hornets v. Heat game that reader is going to because ya girl finally learned what Eastern and Western conference is LMAO with my slow ass. anyway enjoy yaaay. I’m learning! Even tho basketball is in my user name I realized I barely knew as much as I do now. I AM LEARNING💀 On topic of writing this I’ve been doing my research. Pat on the back for me getting educated 😊😊

November 1st, 2019

With your purse slung over shoulder, you opened up the front door and you immediately freaked out at the sight.

“Tristan what the fuck?” You yelled, “God, you scared me. How long were you standing there?”

“I- um. I just got to the door I-I just didn’t knock yet.”

He stood there in his full army combat uniform. The sight was so odd. He looked like a stranger to you now.

“Well, what do you want?” You asked coldly. Moving your body from him to take the hint to move to the side while you closed and locked the door behind you.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry things ended up on a bad note. I was hoping you would forgive me.”

“Aw, wow how sweet,” you say sarcastically. “Am I on your list of making amends before you leave or something? Go see a therapist dawg, forreal.”

“I-“ he started but you quickly cut him off.

“I can tell you I forgive you but I won’t forget, I stand by what I said and how I feel. I am done. I wish you nothing but the best on your new chapter in life but things end here, you need to understand that,” you stated firmly.

He sighed deeply, slouching in response.

“That’s it?” He asked.

You nodded, crossing your arms. “Did I stutter?” You retorted.

His entire presence just brought bad energy, you did not care how mean you were being to him after how he did you.

“Don’t hold onto anything, I mean that shit, I hope you learn to have some respect, since you wanna serve the country so bad,” you snorted.

“Look Y/N, I would have told you I just- I just didn’t know-“

“Didn’t know what Tristan? Hm? I don’t want to hear excuses anymore. I don’t want to hear why you made the decision you did. I just want you to know that this is me deciding I want to go separate ways. I hope you can respect that. Good luck, have a nice life. Truly.” You stated and that was that. You felt like you had nothing else to say.

With the way he stood there, it looked like he did not either. You left him standing there as you walked down the hallway.

You got to your car and sat back in your seat for a moment. Feeling the pinch in your throat trying to fight thinking about all the good times you had with him. That was no more.

There were good times yes but it was time to let go.

You put your car in drive and headed for the Spectrum Center.

•••

Being at the game by yourself felt like a dream. You were sitting court-side by yourself and the build up of anticipation to the moment made you realize that this was truly a unique experience. You were here and you were here to see The Hornets play Miami Heat. The music played the announcers voice boomed over the speaker. The screaming fans.

Being here alone as opposed to being with Tristan last time actually made you appreciate it all some more. He had you too worried about whether or not he was even happy being there that day of the game. Right now, you knew you were happy in this moment. You took it all in.

You looked around to see if there were possibly any faces you would recognize. Taking in the fact that celebrities usually sit in the same row as you in this very stadium.

Starstruck, you recognized Michael Jordan within the distance by the team. Wondering why you had not seen him last time. What an iconic king. You took your phone out and snapped a couple of pictures.

When the players came out, you realized with an even closer look now, how ridiculously tall most of them were. You recognized more players now, including Tyler Herro, Jimmy Butler, Solomon Hill, just to name a few, it was actually really incredible to see them all.

You were hype now. When the Hornets came out you were of course excited to see Melo. The game began and it was the most exciting time you had in a while.

You watched him as he played, legs crossed with a smile on your face. He was improving more and more and it was impressive.

At one point he was standing literally right next to you. He looked at you so fast you almost did not catch his smile. You took your phone out and took a couple pictures and videos, looking like a proud fan girl sitting front row watching her favorite team.

“Excuse me ma’am no pictures allowed,” you heard a voice say as you were looking down at your phone.

You looked up and Melo towered over you for a brief second and winked quickly, before putting his focus back on the game.

You rolled your eyes and giggled before bringing your phone up again to take more pictures.

Hearing the announcers keeping the game lively made you chuckle.

LAMELOOOO!

“Melo right on the money!”

“Lamelo with the pass… BRIDGES!!”

“LaMelo…. HOW DID HE DO THAT???”

You smiled proudly watching him see him do what he loves. The experience was so surreal and so much better than you expected. This was an experience unlike anything you have ever had. Learning how the team played together made it all the more fun. Seeing Miles and Melo play as a duo in person was unreal. You had such a good time you did not realize how fast time went by.

Unfortunately, the Hornets lost. But you still enjoyed the game, nonetheless.

•••

After the game, you drove back home once again feeling that similar buzzing feeling of excitement. You wiped your make up off, took a long hot shower, moisturized and changed into some leggings and a t-shirt.

You picked up your phone to send a text to Melo, but he already beat you to it.

Melo 🛸🕺🏾💯: You home now? Come up here. 12th floor apartment 1205.

Your eyes widened at the text. It was the first time he has invited you over to his place. You grabbed your bag and headed out the door, locking up your apartment.

You slowly pressed the elevator button. The ride a couple floors up felt like forever. When the elevator doors opened, You slowly walked out, eyes bouncing between both sides of the hall until you found his apartment number.

You slowly knocked on his door. You heard his footsteps approach from the other side before the door flung open. He was shirtless and his curls still dripping wet, You felt your cheeks flush as you looked up into his eyes.

“Hey,” you smiled.

“Welcome home,” he joked as you walked in. His apartment looking almost identical to yours except obviously more spacious. He had two doors though, one being for the bathroom and one you assumed was the bedroom.

“Wow, looks like mine,” you laughed. He shut the door behind him and most of the lights were off. He had a couple dim lights on You could make through to see it really was not as messy as you thought it’d be.

“How you feeling?” You asked him, facing him now. You studied his body as he messed around with the clothes he has stacked on his couch.

“Tired bit really woke at the same time. It’s a really weird feeling I get after every game,” he says.

“I couldn’t imagine,” you say, plopping down on the couch beside him. You watched the muscles on his upper body flex as he picked out a shirt to throw on.

“Kinda feel like shit though, my head hurts,” he mumbled.

“Well did you eat,” you teased.

“Nah, you hungry?” He asked.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Whatchu want camera girl,” he smiled.

“Hmmm, Pizza?”

“Damn… that’s not healthy,” he sighed. “I probably shouldn’t but fuck it,” he shrugged.

“I’ll order it,” you say with a laugh.

You pull out your phone and pick out one of your favorite pizza places in Charlotte for delivery. You watch Melo from the corner of your eye as he lugged his laundry to his room. While you finish the order, he comes back to the couch and plops down right next to you.

His proximity brought you peace. The smell of his body wash filled the room and you inhaled deeply before looking at him.

You turn to face him and realize he did not look okay. He had his arm resting over his eyes.

“You okay? Or you feeling worse?” You ask.

“Kinda feeling worse by the minute,” he mumbled.

“Oh no, you need anything?” You asked him and he peaked his eye from behind his arm with a grin growing on his lips.

“Water please,” he pleaded. “Maybe a Gatorade.”

You got up and walked to his fridge. His fridge was not as full as you expected but it was stacked with all types of liquid. From water bottles to juice, Gatorade, and wine coolers.

You grabbed both water and Gatorade and brought it too him. Sitting down to face him now and watched how he almost down the entire water bottle before taking a small sip of the Gatorade.

“I really liked watching you play tonight. Even though court-side makes me feel like a ball might hit me in the face at any moment,” you admitted.

“Ahhh, it’s possible,” he chuckled. “There’s also too many hands to catch it first before it hits the crowd so I feel like it happens but not that much.”

You study his face as you can see the color slowly regaining in his cheeks and forehead.

“Did you order it?” He asked.

“Yes,” you smiled. “I put my apartment number though.”

“Oh really? How you gonna get it then?” He asked.

“I don’t know maybe I’ll catch them at the front desk before they come up,” you replied.

“You could have put my apartment number,” he says while getting up.

“Well, I didn’t know,” you shrugged. “Thought maybe you consider yourself confidential around these parts.”

He laughs.

“You could have opened the door too. I could have been chilling in my room. They wouldn’t know it’s me who lives here,” he says with a shrug.

“Well you planned that out so well in your head,” you say sarcastically. “I sure wish you would have told me that idea.”

“It’s fineeee,” he drags, settling back down next to you and putting him hand on your thigh and rubbing it slowly. “Now you know for next time.”

Next time, you smiled at the thought.

“Well, what do you usually do? For getting food delivered to you and stuff?” You asked watching him as he sets his phone down on the coffee table.

“I don’t do that much but… use a fake name, have them leave it at the door, have someone get it for me if a friend is over,” he shrugs before looking at you. “One of those.”

“Hmm, I guess that’s pretty smart,” you say, deciding to get up and get a drink for yourself.

“Did you like the game? Did it help you understand basketball any better yet?” He asked and you laugh.

“It’s something so funny about an actual NBA player asking me that question makes me feel slightly embarrassed,” you laugh.

“Don’t be,” he responded. “To be honest I grew up playing it more than watching it. Watching a whole game all the way really isn’t for me.”

“Wow, really?” You say while taking a sip of your juice and sitting back down to face him with your legs crossed.

“Yeah,” I have more fun playing,” he states while stretching his arms out above his head.

“Well I’m sure my words don’t mean much but you are so talented, Melo.” you admitted.

“Hey, don’t say that. That means a lot,” he nods with a smile. “Thank you.”

He brings his hand to your chin to bring your eyes to meet his.

You stare into his intense gaze for a moment as he stared back into your eyes.

Your phone began vibrating on the table. You quickly reach for your phone to answer it.

“Probably the pizza,” you say as you cleared your throat.

You took an adventure by yourself to find the pizza man. After getting the pizza you made your way back up to his apartment and you found Melo kicked still back on his couch. You set the pizza box on the table and the two of you eat and chat about what he does during the day leading up to games.

After filling up on some slices, you were back on the couch again in a food coma now.

You tilt your head at him, admiring the way his milky skin was glowing in the dim lighting of his apartment. You reach your hand out for the curls in the front of his face to roll one out in between your finger.

“You look better,” you stated, barely audible.

“Thanks to you, camera girl,” he nudged.

“Ahh, what can I say,” you shrugged.

“Whatchu tryna do?” He asked, looking lit up with more energy now.

“Hmmm, up to you. You tired?” You asked him as you crossed your legs and leaning back into the comfort of the soft couch.

“Lil bit. You tryna smoke camera girl?”

“Smoke?” You gasped playfully. “I thought you didn’t want to corrupt me?”

“Yeah, I talk a lotta shit sometimes. You want to though?”

“Sure,” you shrugged.

You watched as he made his way to his room and came back with his bag. He sat down on the couch across from you and you watched as he began fixing the blunt.

“When was the last time you did?” He asked.

“Honestly can’t remember.. when I had a solid group of close friends? So it’s been a while.”

“Where your friends at camera girl?”

“Well I have one I am hoping I’m going to see soon. Her name is Jordyn. She’s in Europe right now. I’ve been texting her since last week. Probably the only one I keep in touch with as of lately.”

“From high school?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you replied.

You watched as he finished rolling.

You followed him out onto his balcony, the view being the same as yours. The breeze brushed against your cheeks as you sat down on his balcony chair.

You watched as he flicked the lighter and it brought light to the darkness. With the balcony having no light and all the light coming from the reflection of the city light, the vibe was perfect.

“I love coming out here,” you say.

“Me too, ‘specially with a blunt, shit hit just right.”

You watched as he took the first couple of hits, smoke clouds forming and floating into the air above him. There was something about the way a fine ass dude looked when he was smoking a blunt…

He passed it to you.

You grabbed it from his hand and took a couple of totes before passing it back to him.

“Damn, you not new to this,” he huffed while sitting back into his chair and holding it between his two fingers like a cigarette now.

“I mean-“ you shrugged. “I’ll be high in like 2 minutes,” you laughed.

You watched the view as he continued to take hits of it, blunt slowly burning down.

“Sooo… Tristan stopped by today.”

“Forreal? For what?” He asked, sitting up now.

“To tell me he was leaving…” you sighed. “I didn’t let him say much I was mainly yelling at him, I was trying to get him to leave to be honest.”

“Aww shit, are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah… I just don’t want to really ever see him again so imma need him to stay away from me and my apartment. So I’m glad he’ll be far away,” you admitted and he chuckled.

Feeling the THC kicking into your body now, you felt more at ease.

“Well he needs to listen and respect that if that’s what you want,” he replied.

“Yeah you’re so right,” you agreed. “I really don’t like how he thought he could just come by and shit would be fine. Acting like he didn’t say everything he did,” you rolled your eyes at the thought but were too high now to even get worked up about it.

“He got nerve forreal, at least he’ll be gone,” he shrugged while sticking the blunt in the ash tray. “Not like they’ll even let him leave for a while anyway, on base.”

“Yeahhh,” you yawned while stretching your limbs out in front of you before standing up.

“He’s… persistent. Not in a good way though. Has he ever made you… not feel safe?” Melo asked.

You looked up at him, eyes low as you spoke.

“Thankfully no he had not gotten physical. It’s mainly his words that are scary and looking at him today just felt weird. He looked miserable.”

“Well, you’re safe with me y/n. I hope you know that. He better not try nothing else,” he stated.

You grinned at him and softly replied.

“Thank you, Melo.”

You got up and leaned against the balcony rail taking in the entire world around you.

The earth is so big, you thought.

I wonder if Melo is staring at me right now.

He probably thinks I’m too quiet right now.

No no chill out Y/N you just high overthinking shit.

You turned around to see Melo on his phone, relaxed as shit and you were over here overthinking everything. You finally spoke, breaking the silence.

“Part of me is really glad it ended it. The other part of me is really worried that if it wasn’t for him going to the military, would I have been able to let go of our toxic relationship?” You asked, looking down at your feet.

“You would’ve. I know you would’ve. You’re strong enough,” Melo replied.

“You think so?”

“For sure, 100%,” he nodded.

You sat down again, grounding yourself to the chair. You felt everything now. The weight of gravity pulling you down to your seat. The breeze hitting your ankles. You tried to take a deep breath, and you looked at Melo, who was looking at you now. He smiled, eyes clearly low too.

“You okay?” He chuckled. “Need anything?”

“A hug, and maybe some water,” you blurted out and giggled at yourself afterwards, Melo joining you in laughter.

“C’mere then,” he laughed, getting up out of his chair and reaching his hand out to grab yours.

You reached for his hand, he spun you around before bringing you into his warm embrace. Even though he towered over you, you felt safe and felt euphoric in your current state of mind.

“FUCK YOU-“ you heard someone yell. The two of you turned around to look down in the distance. You could see that one of the apartments across from where you were standing had their screen door wide open on their balcony.

“YOU NEVER LOVED ME- FUCK YOU AND DON’T COME BACK,” the women’s voice screamed back. As the two of you were being nosy and watching the drama unfold, Melo’s hand remained on your lower back.

“TAKE YOUR SHIT-“ the women yelled again, now throwing piles of close off the their balcony.

“AND YOU CAN GO PICK IT UP OFF THE GROUND TOO-“

“Oh shit-“ Melo stated quietly, trying not to laugh loud.

You both watched as she continued to throw more and more clothes off the balcony. You looked up at Melo in shock and he was really silently laughing with his hand over his mouth. You could not help but join in. You did not know if it was because you were high, or if seeing the clothes go flying out on the ground was way too funny for no reason.

“Whatchu think he did?” Melo asked.

“Cheated. Only reason I would ever think it’s okay to throw someone’s belongings out the windows,” you replied in a whisper, the two of you speaking low as if they could hear you from up where you were standing.

You watched as they continued to yell at each other, using aggressive gestures with their arms now.

“Come on,” he motioned. “Before shit gets ugly, that’s white folks business I’m not tryna get involved in,” he said and grabbed your hand for you to come inside and you did not question it. He slid the door closed and it was quiet in his apartment again.

You felt a feeling disappear when he let go of your hand and headed for the kitchen, he grabbed you the water you forgot you asked for from the fridge.

“Oh yeah, thank you,” you whispered, forgetting that you had asked for it. You weakly reached out for the bottle. He twisted the cap off for you before handing it to you.

He studied you as you took a sip and then began to chug it, small grin tugging at his lips.

“Whatchu looking at?” You asked him playfully.

“You,” he stated simply and your heart flutters at the tone in his voice.

“Get comfy if you want, We can watch something,” he says. You make your way to the couch and plop down.

You watched as he went to his room and came back with a blanket tucked between his arms.

“You sure you’re not tired?” You asked him as he unraveled the blanket and let it fall on top of you.

“Nah I’m good. How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Good, really good,” you mumbled and he smirked at your response before grabbing the remote and turning the tv on to sit next to you. You snuggled up in his blanket, taking in how it smelled just like him and felt so warm.

He plopped down next to you. You look at his bare legs and grow concerned. You began to attempt at throwing the blanket on top of his lap as well.

“S’okay, I’m okay,” he chuckled.

“Nooo you look cold,” you demanded and continue to attempt to cover him.

He looks at you and shakes his head, finally giving in, he scoots himself closer to you on the couch to get warm.

His hand rested on your upper thigh for a brief moment when he moved himself and he quickly lifted it off.

“My fault,” he mumbled but there was no reason to apologize. At this point you felt the weight of his body up against you, but you liked it.

Your eyelids grew heavy.

“You like living here?” You asked him.

“I do… it’s quiet. I really like Charlotte. I also like it because I met you,” he looked at you and grinned. You look at him now and your faces were only inches apart.

“You’re so good to me, Melo,” you whispered.

“I told you before… you deserve the best. I mean that shit. Whether that be how you’re treated or what I say to you.. I mean it.”

You looked down onto your lap and feel a rush of butterflies in your stomach.

You could not deny any longer that you have feelings for Melo.

He rubbed your cheek with his finger, before taking it back and focusing on the tv again.

You went back and fourth in your mind if you should kiss him or not. His lips looked so good and you imagined what they would feel like on yours.

You watched them as he licked them and looked at you again.

“What?” He grinned.

“Nothing,” you lied.

Kiss me, you thought.

“Tell mee,” he pressed.

Literally grab my face.

“It’s nothing it’s okay,” you smirked.

I’m lying, grab me by the throat.

“Maannn,” he dragged while smacking his lips at you.

“What?” You asked.

“Y/N, stop playing,” he laughed.

“Did you like the pizza?” You asked.

“Yeah, it was straight,” he shrugged. “How much was it though?”

“Like $30 in total,” you replied.

You watched as he pulled out his phone and pulled up his iMessage. He sent you $40 via Apple Pay.

“Melo,” you smacked your lips.

“What??”

“$40? You sure?”

“Well did you tip him?” He asked.

“Aw shit,” you replied and he laughed. “I forgot. Now I feel bad.”

“Keep it, I told you I gotchu,” he nudged.

You hummed quietly in response, the two of you focused on the TV for a while longer.

You slipped your legs on top of his lap. He looked at you before sliding his hands on top of your thighs and resting them there. Goosebumps scattered on your skin as he began slowly running his thumb along your thigh.

“Soo… you wanna do another photoshoot again soon?” You asked.

“Yeah I was thinking about that… it might not be for a bit though. Things are about to pick up.”

“Awww, okay,” you sighed. “The usual.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, looking at the tv again and looking at you.

You sigh another deep dramatic sigh and he looks at you.

“What’s wrong, camera girl?” He asked.

“Nothing it’s just,” you sigh. “I miss when I don’t see you around here.”

He grins.

“So you miss me when I’m traveling?”

“Maybe a little,” you shrug.

“Awwwww, that’s so cute,” he teased and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m serious,” you giggled.

“Texting is nice but I miss your presence.”

“I’ll be backkk, I promise.” He smiled while lightly squeezing your thigh with his whole hand. You felt warmth grow in your heart at his touch.

You spent the rest of the night watching the tv and chatting together, losing track of time and drifting into sleep without realizing it.

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[sapphire-innit]

and the Sad Beach Party just keeps on rolling (but this time with Tridents and kpop)

VOD: Tommy Is Left ALONE at his Exile Party with Dream (35:30 - end)

(rp)"We did ask them. And they all said No. They said No." I went back to watch this scene again without pausing and it hurts ITS JUST. so much :(

I think its interesting that Tommy specifically called out wanting George at the party. Mostly bc I think it would hurt to much to say anyone who was ACTUALLY Invited, and its also clearly catering to Dream

even when they're joking around with the trident Dream's telling Tommy not to die (of fall damage in this case)

"should have died".... fuck cc!Tommy is so good at peppering in depressing lines even when they're joking around it hurts :(

Dream really does view Tommy as a possession, huh, George is his Friend and allowed to have other friends but not Tommy

"your gonna be the one who stays in it the most" :| :| :|

is this where the "Tommy doesn't have his communicator" headcanons come from? this cobblestone phone lol

cc!Tommy razzing cc!Dream over his app choices is pretty funny lmao (and also his humor, which like?? no tea no shade no lemonade is TRUEEEEEEEEEEE lol)

thanks for the Vods shout out Tommy lol

"at least it would be somebody" RUDE DREAM, RUDE

...........Dream do you actually listen to kpop??????????????? what is this???? lol

courting the kpop stans I see lmaooo Dream that's playing with Fire lmao (you can piss off the weebs tho, that's fine lmaooo)

what is the chat even DOING I'm so sad that was lost to the twitch vods lmao

I love that Wilbur seriously warned him about the kpop stans lolll AND HE DID IT ANYWAY I'M

cc!Dream understands the Hyperfixation and I respect that lol

LOL WILBUR GETTING ON DISCORD LOLOLOL

....whats he digging underneath for?

oh man Tommy immediately throwing lightning at Dream was nice lol

oh shit he hid the trident I'm so proud of him

....shit he got spotted .. hate how ominous Dream is even when laughing

:| :| :| trident buddies sucks worst memories feels bad man. A real reminder what their actual dynamic is

"as much as I'm feeling Happy, I'm not. I'm not Dream" ... yeahhh

"I think you'll come around to liking it here" deep sigh

the disappointed sigh when Dream said see you tomorrow.. same dude, same

God these sure are a roller coaster man, I love em. They're very cathartic in that way that only tragedies really accomplish you know? And cc!Tommy's actually REALLY GOOD at not letting the mood get too heavy so that the sad shit hits even harder. And also I didn't actually get overwhelmed? Like that was a serious concern I had going into these streams with the heavy topics, but cc!Tommy's just so good at balancing it, it hasn't been a problem so far

[honey-milk-depresso]

HELLLLOOOOOOO THIS IS 🥔 ANON

I have come to say something and this is my opinion about Zhongli.

Zhongli is a hypocrite.

BEFORE EVERYONE COMES AT ME-

LET ME EXPLAIN!

Oh oh oh and

WARNING: SPOILERS TO GENSHIN, but if you're curious, continue on reading

Here's the cut/wheeee

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Zhongli is a hypocrite because he destroyed Khaenri'ah along with other archons which was 500 years ago and all of that angst jazz with Signora being the scarlet witch and yada yada yada

Khaenri'ah is a godless region, it was built purely by humans. They were the first independent human civilization.

Now I thought of two options as to why the archons destroyed Khaenri'ah:

1. Celestia no likely so sent their dogs (Khaenri'ah: AAAAAA WHAT THO DOGS!!! Celestia: they no bite Archons: *ready to smite thee off the face of the earth* Khaenri'ah: YESS IT DO)

2. The archons felt threatened by how advance they were with technology (lol hello 2021, meet 1898)

Now, after destroying Khaenri'ah, they went on with their lives happily, until Zhongli decided to do "Hey, I think I'm done with life, let's show everyone my fake corpse". The after making deal and all that goodie stuff. We came to where Zhongli wanted Liyue to gain independence.

Zhongli wants Liyue, to continue growing, but their own hands. Not by their deity.

HENCE I SAY ZHONGLI IS A HYPOCRITE!!! I still like him though, but him with his contracts, uuuuuhhhhh grandpa, I think you should either shush about your osmanthus wine OR TELL THE TRAVELER WHERE THEIR SIBLING IS OR MAKE AN EFFORT TO.

I will fight thou if you dare to say he is not a hypocrite.

It's fine! I like discussing and stuff, so feel free to drop in! ^^ And yes, I simp for old man U-U

All of my ramblings and opinions are under the cut!

Now, I sort of get it. Maybe the archons might have feel threatened by Knaenri'ah's technology, and I suspect since they were a godless nation, it can show they might have not wanted visions or some shit, and that the lack of it might be the cause of why Knaeri'ah developed advanced technology and alchemy.

Now, I'm not the best with coming up with theories but-

Analyzing Zhongli's character, he keeps to his word when he makes an agreement with someone.

As you know, Zhongli made an agreement with Signora to give up his gnosis, as well as to keep his mouth silent over the archon war because he has made an agreement with someone, which I'm suspecting is Guizhong, to not share the horrible truth about the Archon War because, if we're really putting ourselves into the shoes of some of the NPC or playable characters who have lived long ago, or that they have absolute faith and stand with their archon, truth can hurt, and maybe start an entirely new riot or war of it's own.

Then we'll be back to square one.

Perhaps even why he faked his own death was because of someone who had told him to do so in near future, and I also would like to think Guizhong did.

But... the only problem I have is with this: If Zhongli was also the God of Mora, if he were to retire, he wouldn't be able to produce any more Mora.

And now, he's lost his gnosis, he literally has no capability of making endless Mora, and we know how the Golden House is not his property anymore. The Mora supply is bound to run out at some point, and this may lead to all Nations dying not just in the economic side of life, but also social side of life.

Which is unrest and instability for survival. You pretty much can't trust anyone when supply is limited, no, scarce.

So, I'm wondering.

Is Zhongli retiring because he WANTS that to happen? Or did someone told him so because they had a bigger plan in mind? Maybe it revolves around the Traveler?

I also feel Zhongli maybe didn't want Liyue to be independent, but either had no choice.

I think the Archon War has left him... scarred in a sense. If it was so bad to the point he even AGREED to not share about it, the experience must have been horrible, imagine how the millions of lives were lost. And none of them had peaceful deaths.

It's unclear to me, and maybe he is a hypocrite. But I doubt Zhongli had any ill intentions, but maybe he was mislead or, again, made an agreement with someone to technically abandon Liyue.

Perhaps Zhongli saw something about his retirement no one else seen, maybe he sensed something that is most likely to do far worse to Teyvat and his only way of easing, preventing or reducing the situation is by retiring and giving up his gnosis since he agreed on doing so.

Maybe he knows the Traveler would be able to retrieve back the gnosis, and you know the Fatui would have taken the Archon's gnosis by force, we've seen with Venti, and he just gave it up to prevent any sort of violence or fight happening in Liyue. It can attract attention, and not very good ones.

I don't know man, Zhongli is enigmatic as he can get.

Hopefully we'll be able to know more when the next updates are released.

There's so much more I want to know, and maybe we would be able to fight Zhongli as a dragon. I think at some point, the Traveler would be able to defeat the Fatui and give back all the gnosis, and then maybe Zhongli would be like "HAZZAH, I HAVE DEEPER INTENTIONS-"

...

Okay, maybe threading off topic?

Anyways-

It's been nice speculating and giving my opinions to you, and I do enjoy talking about stuff like this! I'm not good with theories, but it's nice sharing opinions with one another.

To me, personally, even if I wholeheartedly disagree, I have no right to look down or jeer. Everyone has an opinion, different or similar to each other.

If we have some similar opinions, that's great!

But if we didn't, I still would respect your opinion. Don't let others tell you otherwise.

That's all I have. Thank you for listening to my useless rambles! ^^

[someone-worth-racing-for]

Hi 🤗 so I have this theory about Daniel and I’m really eager to know your opinion, of course only if you mind to share :) I also get these somehow off/off vibe from Daniel, I don’t really think he is as nice or chill as he shows. I’ve been thinking why he can’t really succeed this year (no doubt, he has talent) while Lando is just flying with the same car, and I think it is because he is absolutely no team player and bc of that he doesn’t fit in. Carlos and Lando had always shown respect, gratitude and honest appreciation for the team while I don’t see any of it from Danny Ric. F1 is not just about the athletes and their talent and about a good car in my opinion. And I think this is what Daniel gets wrong. I somehow have the feeling after some of his interviews, that he expects that a team works for him and not him working WITH THEM together. I think this is what really was different with Carlos, and that is why Lando is the absolut King of McLaren now. We got to see how a big family this team is and I’m kinda sad that Ricciardo just stands out.

Oh and I can’t finish without some Carlando 🙈: I can’t help myself but imagine, how Carlos said to Lando, that from now on he should take care of the others at the Team bc Carlos was always so thoughtful of them (engineers should eat the food they were trying in Japan etc etc) and Lando just doing the maximum effort now, all the media stuff everything. Carlos taught his little Cabron well 🥺🥺

Of course I’m willing to share my opinion to that topic, especially when you ask so nicely, anonym 😊

I mean, first of all I’m not the biggest Daniel fan, I just don’t really like him or at least not that much like other – I think you have already known that before, anonym, but I even tho he is definitely not one my favourites, I don’t think that Daniel is someone who only pretends to be someone he actually isn’t. I think that the way he shows himself to the world or better what we are able to see from him, is real. I’m sure he is not always that big smiley, loud and funny guy, he also has other sides, but I really don’t think that it’s just an act. If so, he is a really good actor, since he is like that since the begging of his F1 career, I guess.

Going to Daniel’s missing success and performance this year – first, I actually still don’t know too much about F1 and all those things and knowledge that comes with it, so if you want to get a professional answer to your questions, you should better ask someone else, but of course I will still try, but remember it’s only my opinion/my thoughts and I really don’t say I’m right, it’s just what I have heard/read and what I’m thinking about this all here.

I mean, first of all Daniel is new in the team and it seems to be normal to struggle in the first time until you get to know the car better and you are able to understand it and handle it to finally get back to your old, performing self. I think Daniel and Seb are pretty similar at the moment. They still try to figure out everything, while their teammates are already used to the team and car. Lando and Lance already exactly know what to do to cause the car to make those moves they want or how far they can go with it, which the new ones still need to learn and find out. Obviously Carlos seems to be a little exception here.. (LUCKILY!)

So, I think that’s the first point why Daniel’s performance is how it is so far. The second point I think has been explained by Lando during the last press conference. I wasn’t aware of that before (like I have said – I focus more on the drivers, not on the sports itself), but it makes sense to me. Lando has said that Daniel maybe also struggles, because he is used to/prefers it to have a car, which is made for him. You know, what I mean? I’m pretty sure McLaren hasn’t made a complete new car just for Daniel when he has just joined the team and they hadn't known back then how he will perform, because they also had to think of Lando, the one who was already with them for two seasons and who will probably be their future. So it would have been first unfair from team to create a car only for Daniel’s skills (like F1 every cares about something being fair..) and if you ask me, it would also be stupid and very risky for them to do so, since he is the new driver in their team.

So Daniel has to live with it that he probably hasn’t got everything he has asked for and that’s why he is maybe still struggling with it. My boyfriend has already told me the same about Seb a few times, because he is the same like Daniel here (I think Lando has also mentioned that in the press conference). It really doesn’t make neither Daniel nor Seb a bad racer, even the contrary, because if they would have a car, which performs like they want, I think it would be pretty hard to beat them. It’s just the if, you know. Because they obviously don’t have that car, at least not at the moment.

But I guess that’s just the sport. Either you get what you want or you have to try to work with what you have got and I’m sure Daniel doesn’t like it how it is at the moment either, but he probably also can’t really help himself. He just has to keep going. It depends on him, how long he wants to try it and of course also the team (he has a three-year-contract or?).

But I’m sure that also the McLarens for the next few years won’t get built according to Daniel’s wishes, especially since we got to know about Lando’s new contract last week. If one of the McLaren drivers gets a car according to their skills, it will probably be Lando (if anyway), but I’m pretty sure it won’t be Daniel. I mean, think about it – it would make zero sense to give Lando not the best possible car, since he is performing the way he does so far. McLaren would only harm themselves with it and I think it wouldn’t bring them forward one bit. They just have to focus on the better driver and at the moment it is definitely Lando and not Daniel, even when he is more experienced and like many would say maybe also more talented.

I really also don’t know if I’m right here, but back in 2019 when Lando and Carlos have joined McLaren, they were both new in the team and maybe McLaren has found a compromise between the two of them and their wishes for the car and their skills. Maybe that’s why they have both been performing really great in those two years they have been teammates. They were on one level almost the whole time, their performances were always pretty close to each other, when not even similar, because the car was made for both, not only for one of them.

And like Lando has also said in the press conference, Carlos obviously is different compared to Daniel when it comes to that. Please, tell me if I’m wrong here again and it also kind of hurt me to say the following, but I think by now Carlos is already used to be the number two driver, to not be the team’s first choice. It definitely was so back in his Toro Rosso days and probably also at Renault. He had to take what he had got there and work with it. McLaren was different, if you ask me, there has never been a number one driver as long as Lando and Carlos had been teammates, or at least I haven’t been able to tell. But Carlos is definitely the number two at Ferrari once again right now, that’s out of question. And I actually don’t mean that in a bad kind of way – I mean, it’s obvious and actually also logical or? It would be the same as with McLaren – it would make zero sense to build the car around Carlos, their new driver, and not for Charles, who is already used to the car and who has also already won races for them. It would actually really be ridiculous if they would do so. Maybe that’s the reason why Carlos struggles less, because next to all the hard work he had already put into it (and I really don’t want to say here that Daniel or Seb aren’t hard workers), but maybe it’s really because he is already “used” to not have a car for his abilities and just trying to make the best out of his situation and the car he has got. You know what I mean?

Carlos and Daniel are pretty different when it comes to that and both types aren’t bad nor perfect. I mean, if Daniel should ever get the right car, he could become a world champion, but if he won’t get that soon, he probably also won’t ever become a world champion. And if Carlos should ever feel that comfortable in a car that isn’t made for him to even really become a world champion, then it’s pretty great for him, but I think the chances aren’t that big.. But he will be able to collect good points for the team, maybe even winning races in his career and be the best of the rest, but will it last to be the best in the end?! 🤷🏼‍♀️

So, but finally back to your actual ask, anonym – I really don’t know Daniel good enough to say if he is a team player or not. I think the biggest difference between Carlos’ relationship to Lando and Daniel’s to Lando is, that the two of them maybe don’t even have a relationship at all. They are probably only teammates and actually there is really nothing wrong about that, because in the end of the day, they only have to be teammates and no one should expect from them to become friends. Maybe that’s the reason why it maybe looks a little like Daniel isn’t a team player, but I think compared to what Carlos and Lando had, no one would look like a team player.

Daniel probably only does HIS job and not also Lando’s – I don’t mean that Carlos has done so, but I also can’t see Daniel staying in the garage to watch his teammate’s race after a DNF/DNS and support him or to even give him tips and share data (as long as McLaren doesn’t tell him to do so). Daniel’s job would have been done for that day, so he would probably don't see a reason why he should stay and “be there” for his teammate. And again, it’s actually okay like that, because that’s what they are there for – racing, doing their jobs and nothing more.

I always say that I’m too soft for this sport and if you ask me, I would also say that it shouldn't just only be about money and who has the most, but yeah – that’s obviously how F1 works sadly.. Also, I could never be a racer, because I would probably instantly start a friendship with my teammate and I would probably also cry if I would hear said teammate swearing about me on the team radio – I’m just not made for it at all. But at the moment it really seems like F1 is all about money, even tho Lando and Carlos has also showed us, that it can be different (their friendship/teamwork) and that this difference can also work, but that doesn’t mean that every teammates have to get along that great, as long as it doesn’t harm the team and the results.

Lando and Daniel are doing what the team expects them to do – they are teammates. Not more, not less and it’s okay that way. What the fans have expected from the two of them is another thing. I know many have thought the two of them would get along easily and they probably even do, but not in the way the fans had hoped for.

Many had hoped that those McLaren challenges will go on like they had while Carlos was still with McLaren or maybe get even more, and funnier content, but it seems like the contrary is happening. And if I’m serious, I think that maybe Daniel has told them, that he isn’t willing to do some kind of challenges. I don’t want to say because of his age (Daniel is not a grandpa), but it’s a fact that Daniel is 10 years older than Lando. So maybe he really wants to only focus on his job and don’t do such challenges. I really don’t know if it had really happened like that, but maybe – who knows..

But yeah, Lando has really used his chance to show the team and everyone else what he is able to do, when he feels comfortable in the team and car and I’m really happy to see him succeed like that. He really deserves his seat in F1 and the new contract. I’m actually pretty proud of our bub 😊

Just give Daniel some more time to get used to the team and the car, who knows what will happen as soon as he has found his confidence at McLaren?! Even tho I hope at the same time, that Lando keeps that amazing performance, since I’m supporting him.

Oh, and yes of course – some Carlando!

I can so picture Carlos laying his hand in a brotherly way on top of Lando’s shoulder and telling him, on the day he had left the team “You belong to the big boys now, cabrón. You have to watch out for team and show them and everyone else your talent and what they would miss without you in F1. I’m sure you can do this. Take care of them and also of yourself.”

[boys-from-santacarla]

Note; I deeply apologize seeing as this is going to end up being long. Onto the information; My name is Ghost(mainly go by this one), Acid, Killer(more of a nickname), or Gore(more of a nickname). I go by he/they/xe/its, and I'm a dude, MLM and poly so it really doesn't matter much who it is. Born March 31st, being an Aries I'm a very loud and energetic person. I'm also very impulsive and get myself into deep shit, even if I don't realize I'm doin' it. I get overly loud when the topic is about something I enjoy or is into, if I try flirting on purpose it's ass but when I do it without realizing I get called a huge flirt. Big music and art geek, I have sketchbooks upon sketchbooks filled just sitting around in my room. I listen to a lot of rock like Queen, Guns N Roses, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, ACDC, Nickelback, KISS, Slipknot, KoRn, and on and on. Although I listen to every genre of music minus country(although there are few songs I can deal with). Big tattoo/piercing person, if you have one visible I will point it out and geek out about it. Although literally don't ask me to name a few songs unless I've been rambling on about it because I have the shittiest memory. I dye my hair so often it's surprising my hair is still healthy. I have literally bleached my hair, dyed it red and let that fade for a week, then dyed it blue and have been touching up the blue ever since then. If it wasn't due to money problems and the fact it's hard to borrow in my town my hair would probably have my hair a different color every two weeks. I ramble quite a bit and have the shittiest focus and memory, so you may have to pull me to the side and tell me to calm down. Would definitely compliment on the boys looks, specially their outfits. I'm a coffee and monster addict at this point, you'll see one or the other in my hand, and the occasional water bottle because I try to keep myself health. My love language is through touch and insulting people. Ex, "I fucking love you dumbass" or flipping you off playfully as a way of saying "i love you bitch". Smoking doesn't bother me, grew up around it my entire life. I love riding on motorcycles, no matter the weather, is it cold asf, nice idgaf, is it raining, shit lets go. I have a bad(good in some people's eyes) of using petnames/nicknames for everyone. Everyone has a wholesome petname from me and then I'll call them a whore or some shit. I cuss too much for my own good, I literally don't have a filter in my entire body. I will impulsively say shit, sometimes that's a good thing and sometimes it's a bad thing. Due to my anxiety I try to stay away from large crowds, but if I'm in them (aka on the boardwalk) I will have music blaring in my ears and my ears glued into my current sketchbook. Although I currently don't have them, I'm going to add them anyways because I'm going to end up getting them when I have the money to go to a piercer or to get a kit. I want a shit ton of piercings. Such as snake bites(lip piercing), tongue, septum, all of the piercings finished on my ears, and bridge. I've stated once I'm a big tattoo geek, so I want a quite a bit of those. I'm definitely a big "oh let's do it myself" person, and I have tried giving myself a septum piercing. (it would've worked if it wasn't for the fact I did it too low to be able to flip it up to hide it) I love the adrenaline of fights, it doesn't matter if I win or loose, although I do prefer if I win. I literally get the most random urge to fight someone for the hell of it. Probably has something to do with impulsive thoughts and shit, but oh well. I'm a big respect person, I live by the motto "you respect me, I'll respect you". I have blackouts sometimes due to rage and anxiety, so I try to keep myself from having them. I have a bad habit of rambling and saying sorry too much. I tend to repeatedly say sorry whilst rambling as I tend to get overly excited and loud when I ramble. I'm a very talkive person if I know and trust you. If you're around me and you don't get your ear talked off or messed with, you're probably not liked or

you need to leave. It's one easy way you'll be able to tell if I get along with you or not. I kinda have a whatever/punk/alt style, a lot of time I just grab something decent and throw it on. Although you'll always see me wearing a belt and my platform shoes. I'm 5'0, so my obsession with platforms grew because of my need to be tall. I wear a lot of baggy clothing, I'm definitely more of a comfort over style person.

Ok, my dude, I'll definitely pair you with...

Marko and Paul

Oh, man, you three are gonna be some threesome (and not necessarily in the sexual way lol)

Just imagine THE MESS

The boys think you're adorable when you get into the romantic mood and try to flirt but end up saying bad pick-up lines, so they'll laugh, but will twirl their hair as whoerish as possible and follow the game. Or they would get on with their manly act and fight to see who will flirt back better.

Now, the chatting will be so goddamn long! You three will go on 4 hour-long conversations that'll get from a "look at this new t-shirt I got" to "so that's why Ronald Reagan was an alien". The worst part is left to the spectators like David or Dwayne since none of you three will be the sane individual and shut y'all up.

The blondes like your drawing, and ask you to draw them or random stuff and people CONSTANTLY, so you'll have many opportunities to improve your skills and try with different models. When they happen to find some of your sketchbooks, they try to impress you or simply give a small present by drawing you or something you like, or at least make the attempt since some of the "fine pieces" as they call them, they give you are like children's school projects.

And, man, about the hair, are you blessed to have the glam diva Paul by your side to give advice and constructive criticism to your hair. He will help you choose the color and will give it style from time to time if you accept. The process to dye it will be so much fun, and so chaotic; experimenting with the pigments ends up with wounds caused from the bleach and the currently used wardrobe disposed later.

A thing they love about you is that you can stand up for yourself if needed, but they rather you not to, because they know you handle yourself and the others well, maybe too well for your good. Paul tries to take care of you as much as he can so there is no need for you to possibly get hurt. It was enough trying to control Marko so he didn't get involved in some stupid street fight every night at the boardwalk to now have to worry daily about you too. Marko shares the passion for the adrenaline of this and will think it is hot as hell, but he protects you as much as Paul, maybe a bit softer than him about it tho, but if you're in the middle of a fight and it starts to get worse than expected, he dead ass will force you to back off. He'll finish the business himself, sweetheart.

As for your love language, don't worry, these dorks will accept you playful pushes with joy, and they'll give you some of them too. But if you accidentally flip and fall some meters before hitting ground, you know the rule: laugh first, help second.

Oh, and you better get prepared for the bullying. You're the smallest in the group, so that leads to a constant attack as a hobbit. Marko joins the quip, but I mean, he'll get humiliated along. Let's just say Paul gives you two a hard time about it. With all the love of course.

They love to get out with you and the others and go to the boardwalk, but they try to take you out on days it is not that crowded, or in hours where a small amount of souls are having a stroll. But, if you happen to go out on a crowded night, they will keep you focused on having a good time, but just mention your getting uncomfortable and you'll be back at the cave in less than a minute.

Paul and Marko really love your style, they think it looks badass and try to match tough outfits with you from time to time. Giving you cool shirts and leather jackets with some patches on them that they think are awesome. Don't ask why some of the clothes have strange-colored stains on them tho.

They go with you to get you ears or nose pierced from the moment you three decided doing it diy style was a bad idea cuz y'all ended up with a bleeding nose and an ear infection the first time of trying it, and because there's no voice of reason in the threesome, Star and Dwayne had to give you kids a very long lecture of not doing those things by yourself.

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

Foggy Fate

Recently Rex and Quetz had dealt with two annoying situations, both of which had left Quetz in a situation that Rex hated to see her in. First was a meeting with another universe's master, who decided to immediately start fighting and had managed to beat out Quetz with his servants by a bit of luck. Second was in Madrid where a trap specifically meant for Quetz had weakened her and had her captured by the enemy.

The two managed to come out fine in both situations, Rex even gaining new symbiotic powers in Madrid, but he still hated how it happened at all. He got paranoid, and wanted to prevent any similar scenario from happening again. One measure was that he requested many of the caster servants create a special charm to prevent Quetz from getting harmed by any magical traps like in Madrid.

But suddenly, the control room had detected a singularity. Nothing major, but needed to be addressed soon.

Rex: another one? We've been seeing a lot of these lately.

Da Vinci: might be a bit of a side effect of the lostbelts. Singularities happen all the time anyways but these have been different.

Sion: this one's in London, same time period as the London singularity of The Grand Order.

Rex: interesting...

Da Vinci: it's not nearly as big an issue, but we'd still like you to take a look.

Rex: I will, but I'm not taking any risks.

Under normal circumstances, these small singularities would be handled by Rex and Quetz, but after the last two incidents he felt he needed to take further measures. For one he brought in Jalter as backup.

Sion: bringing in some backup?

Rex: yeah... I won't be having Quetz harmed again...

Quetz: I understand your feelings mi amor... but still a bit embarrassing...

Rex: I realize that, but... that's reality unfortunately. Besides we know Jalter's dependable backup.

Jalter, blushing a bit: ...thanks master...

Sion: anyways, we need you all in the coffins soon.

After the 3 entered their respective coffins it was time to rayshifting.

3...2...1!

The three found themselves in the foggy streets of London. It looked like a ghost town, not a soul in sight. Not too unique for singularities but still unnerving.

Da Vinci: ...huh, that's odd. About the same time you got there, we've detected another life signature and a servant.

Quetz: ...could it be another universe's master of chaldea?

Sion: that's a very strong possibility. If they're anything like the last one... then be on your guard.

Rex: don't need to tell me twice

Jalter: do you know where they could be?

Da Vinci: yes... a few blocks away

Rex: ...great...

Meanwhile, with the other universe's master: Maya.

Maya: so you've detected more servants?

Maya was sent in to deal with the same problem, she brought along her surrogate daughter Abigail Williams.

Da Vinci: yes... though one seems a bit odd. Two are pretty standard, rider and avenger classes. But there's another that's... fluctuating? It's not far from a berserker but...

Maya: could be a pseudo-servant or something?

Sion: maybe...?

Abby: are they source of the singularity?

Da Vinci: not likely...

Sion: heads up, they're getting close

Rex: hey you!

Maya: here we go...

The two groups could see each other, Rex decided to call Maya out. When Maya saw the group she already got a decent read on the servants. She knew Jalter already but this one was... different? Closer to the one from Orleans. Quetzalcoatl was... dangerous, not malevolent but a risk. Rex was... confusing. She could tell he was a decent guy but something seemed off.

Maya: hey there!

Rex: hey...

Maya: lemme guess... are you another universe's master?

Rex: yeah... same for you?

Maya: yup! You got some interesting servants there...

Rex: thanks... what's your name?

Maya: Maya. Maya Hinagami.

Rex: Maya... lemme ask you something, you know a Faye?

Maya: yeah actually... you know her too?

Rex: we've met up a couple times.

Maya: nice! Wait! She might've told me about you too. Lemme guess your name... Rox?

Rex: Rox?! It's Rex!

Maya: oh! Sorry about that! Must've misheard her.

Jalter: hey... I'd hate to cut the discussion short... but the fog's getting thicker.

Quetz: she's right.

Da Vinci(s): you better get moving *bzzt* servant *bzzt* danger- *bzzt*

Eventually the comms cut off, the fog now much thicker and the masters were getting nervous.

Maya: Rex! You still there?

Rex: yeah!

The groups huddled close to stay safe.

Abby: Maya... what could it be?

Maya: not sure...

Quetz: don't worry girls, we'll come out of this fine.

Jalter: yeah, always turns out good eventually.

Then the group heard an unnerving scrapping sound. Like metal being dragged across the pavement.

Rex: what the hell?

Maya: must be the source of the singularity.

Abby: what could it be

But before anyone could answer suddenly the enemy strikes from behind

Jalter, blocking with her sword: fuck!

Then suddenly they disappear.

Rex: what the?

Maya: some kind of warping ability?

Quetz: this will be annoying.

The fog was thick with mana, messing with the comms and preventing Maya from getting a read on the enemy.

Suddenly another strike!

Quetz, countering with her Macana: don't think so!

Gone again

Rex: is it the fog that let's them do that?

Maya: no idea. But it's irritating regardless.

Rex: I got an idea... on my signal all of you duck.

Maya: what do you have in mind?

Rex: you'll see.

After a bit of waiting, Rex gave the signal.

Rex: now!

The rest ducked and Rex unleashed dozens of spikes from his body! He feels some impaling the enemy servant.

Rex: gotcha!

Maya: wtf was that?!

Rex: long story!

The fog clears a bit but not much and the enemy servant is seen stabbed in several places in their body. Finally getting a good look at them the group can see what their opponent looks like. They're covered almost entirely by a cloak, with a large white mask covering their face, tho it seemed to have been damaged by the spikes.

Maya: are they still alive?

Abby: they aren't fading...

Suddenly the enemy servant warps again, leaving some blood dripping on the spikes they were impaled on.

Rex: fucking hell!

Quetz: that didn't kill them?!

Jalter: I've had enough of this bitch!

Jalter in a fit of anger unleashes a large circle of flames around the group.

Maya: Jalter! What the hell!?

Jalter: they can't warp into fire that easily!

Maya: but it may kill us!

Then suddenly the enemy warps rights above the group, axe in hand ready to strike!

Rex: there you are! Maya, Gander!

Suddenly the two shoot out consecutive gander shot right at the enemy, causing them to lose focus and let go of the weapon.

Immediately in response Quetzalcoatl leaps and grabs the enemy forcing them into an aerial suplex and launching them into the flames!

???: RAAAAHHH!!!

Jalter: now I'll hande this!

Le Grondement de la Haine

She unleashes her noble phantasm killing the enemy servant.

The fog clears away, and to clear the flames Quetz uses her authority to bring about enough rain to put it out.

After everything is said and done the two masters have to talk to their respective Da Vincis and Sions.

Sion: don't know if you figured it out or not from everything but it seems the enemy was an alternative summons of Jack the Ripper.

Abby: did Jack... grow up?

Da Vinci: no... not likely. Jake the Ripper's a very unique servant when it comes to how they can be summoned.

Maya: that's what happens when you're never even seen.

Rex: so is the singularity gonna clear up soon?

Sion: actually, it looks like you two being there is causing a new but much weaker singularity. Not far off from the incidents with Faye and so on.

Rex: ah, just us being here will keep it stable until we leave.

Da Vinci: yep! So if you guys want to talk like with others then by all means!

Maya: is that cool with you?

Rex: suuure, don't see why not.

The two groups sat at a table near a Cafe that was still abandoned. Discussing their adventures and making comparisons. When Maya learned Rex had not 1 but 6 different versions of Quetzalcoatl she was shocked!

Maya: how does it keep happening?!

Rex: your guess is as good as mine.

Maya: ...how the...

Maya, remembering what Rex did: wait! Another thing! How the hell did you just shoot out spikes from your body!

Rex: oh yeah! That

Rex explained the events of the Madrid singularity and how he gained symbiotic pseudo-servant powers to save Quetzalcoatl.

Maya: that explains a lot.

Rex: yeah... they were supposed to leave with the singularity but nope! So until we understand things better I'm stuck like this. Not that I'm complaining or anything.

Maya: well I probably wouldn't complain either.

The two continued on, until an interesting topic came up. Maya didn't bring it up until the servants went off on their own for a bit.

Maya: so... Faye tells me you and Quetz are actually married.

Rex: yup! Tied the knot a while ago now.

Maya: but... are you sure that's the best idea?

Rex: why not? I love her! I've loved her for so much of this journey, and she loves me! After I resummoned her in Russia and we together again I decided then and there I should propose.

Maya: I understand that but... she's a servant. She's not going to be here when this is all over.

Rex: ...yes she will be.

Maya: ...what do you mean?

Rex: she'll still be with me, after the lostbelts and so on, we'll still be together.

Maya: but after everything's said and done the servants won't be needed and just like after Goetia will be unsummoned.

Rex: well they can't unsummon her.

Maya: yes they can? Why wouldn't they be able to?

Rex: because back in Russia I didn't use the Chaldea system to summon her, I used a traditional summoning circle.

Maya: !!! You did what!?!?

Maya: how the hell!? How is your body able to handle the strain of not only a servant but a divine spirit a that!?

Rex: well... according to my records my magical circuits are scarily good? They said it's astounding I had such good ones when my family had little prior connection to magecraft.

Maya: so... you were just blessed with amazing circuits?!

Rex: no! My predecessor... actually did some small experiments on members of the family as the generations went on... until I came about with the right circuits.

Maya: ah, so you're the result of generations of experimentation to create an heir with the right circuits and can thus summon a divine spirit without Chaldeas, no problem.

Rex: well... yeah....

Maya realized just how odd of a master candidate Rex was. When it came to the world of magecraft such experiments weren't unheard of, but rarely did they produce such results. How fortunate for him to end up in chaldea. And he needn't worry about losing his wife thanks to that.

Rex: but hey... I'm sure you can still be with Helena after you finish up with the lostbelts.

Maya: ...how can you be so sure?

Rex: I dunno... call it optimism or call it foolishness, but I think you two can still find happiness together in some way after all this. You two had to say goodbye once and then got to meet again, whose to say it won't happen again?

Maya found his optimistic view on things... amusing. Maybe he was right... in some form or another, they may be able to stay together after all is said and done.

The two groups went their separate ways eventually. Seeming to have made new friends of another universe's masters again. Time will tell if they were to meet again.

A/N: so there's the Rex/Maya crossover. Thanks to @hasabbydoneanythingwrong for volunteering Maya as tribute. Hopefully you all like it and hopefully I got Maya right.

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[secondhoekage]

Ignore this long rant I’m high as shit but I... can’t take the hero commission oR HONESTLY THE HEROES THEMSELVES, seriously anymore

They’re BRAINLESS they all share one (1) brain cell and it belonged to Crust. THESE GUYS had MONTHS to strategize this attack and what did they do? They fucked it up. They want me to believe this was planned and not written on a chalk board the night before? Sent out to all heroes the next morning at 8am in a CHAIN EMAIL?

Unpopular opinion(?): they sent the worst possible, ill-suited heroes to each location for this PLF raid and I’m mad at them for it and I’m mad at Hori for making me be mad at it even tho he had to do it beCauSe oF pLot but I’m mad.

The MLA’s plans to take on The League of Villains? Spotless. Chef’s kiss. The detail. The one-on-one counters they planned out. Accounting for each enemy’s quirk. Yeah there were like 6 of them to account for but?? Heroes, yall had enough info and enough time to think of ways to go about this raid and I’m supposed to believe that you did, BUT DID YOU REALLY? MONTHS TO PLAN, and saw one electric Sir Crocodile rip-off and immediately threw Kaminari on his ass. Good move. Kinda. But the rest of the PLF? Heroes just gonna make shit up as they go I guess?? 

To make myself feel better here’s a long ass useless rant on what could’ve damn happened and which heroes should’ve gone where and to make this an epic ass rumble. ugh. Even just doing some of these things would’ve made this arc (imo) feel more... convincing and delicious

under the cut tho bc damn this is too long

In this essay I will—

Edgeshot??? EDGESHOT??    EDGESHOT?? i’M GOING TO GO OFF. 

I swear to shit Edgeshot could’ve soloed the hospital but they had him at the PLF mansion for Some Reason like... like they didn’t make him run up on the League’s bar instead of the Nomu factory bc they knew he would take care of shit immediately. Make it make sense. If he was at the hospital eye just—Nomu in the way?? Doctor running off? Say less. Electric slide all the way in there Shinya. DID NO ONE SEE HOW EASILY HE HANDLED KUROGIRI? Did everyone just forget this man can pull a K.O in .3 seconds flat? Heroes didn’t think it might be a good idea to have him there, ready to give Shigaraki the paper cut of his life the second he woke up (if he even did bc my mans likely could’ve prevented the ‘doctor getting away>high-end awaken>rush to get shiggy out of the tank>shiggy wakes up’ chain of events)? Didn’t think to send him instead of this guy X Less just sitting there with That Look on his face? 

I get they needed heroes like Edgeshot at the mansion to take out a handful of enemies in one go but COME ON NOW. There were more than enough long-range AOE heroes there. And even if you don’t wanna believe he could solo then STILL, EDGESHOT DUOING WITH MIRUKO, ANYBODY? If anyone was gonna keep up with her happy ass zooming into the lab it could’ve been him. We were robbed of an Edgeshot/Miruko teamup and I’m not okay. Could’ve had a sexy ass panel of the hospital-team hyping up Miruko and Edgeshot as they dashed to Ujiko’s lab, two fast as shit bad bitches, zooming through these Nomu, absolutely obliterating them at lightning speed, watching each other’s backs too, PROBABLY SAVING MIRUKO FROM BECOMING THE PRE-DEATH ORGAN DONOR THAT SHE IS NOW. I know it was hot watching Miruko take on these high-ends but I’d have rather Edgeshot share the spotlight if it meant Miruko was in one piece rn. Hori played her

Anyways the literal dumb bitch energy that went into not sending Edgeshot to the hospital is sending me. Could’ve at least let him just be on the team and on standby while Shigaraki was waking up. With those sharp as shit reflexes of his we’ve seen? Shigaraki would’ve been out like a fucking light the second Edgeshot saw him sit up. X-Less you had a nice thicc upper lip that lip was too shaded for you to die, but F in the chat bitch. Useless plot fodder I’m sorry X-Less. There isn’t a hero there right now (besides Aizawa but like... idk, plot is nerfing him) that could’ve incapacitated Shiggy so quickly and prevented the mess they’re in now like my guy Edgeshot could’ve. Feels like a cop out

In conclusion: Edgeshot sweety I’m sorry they did this. I’m sorry you were nerfed. I’m sorry they didn’t let you deliver Kamino Pizza to this hospital. I’m sorry they ignored you and now everyone’s gonna die bc they didn’t they respect your Ninpo rights

CEMENTOSS??? y’all sent him to fuck up the mansion FOR WHAT??? If I were the hero commission and thought :

“Dang we need to completely ass blast this huge PLF resort to make room for our heroes to run in... but it would also be good if we had someone to do that at the hospital too just in case things get tricky and we need to pave a quick way to Ujiko’s secret hideout... but I’m single-celled and can’t weigh my options logically so ok. Cementoss, to the mansion.”

...................... Ok but can I in interest you in PIXIE BOB? I get the mansion is huge but going by the shit we’ve seen her do?? I’m not about to underestimate ol’ girl. I know she could’ve fucked that place up if they let her, switched her out for Cementoss, who could’ve made THE EASIEST route for the hospital team to get into the secret lab, trapped Ujiko, also trapped a couple nomu/high-ends in cement while he was at it, rearranged some tunnels for optimal tactical movement, probably could’ve done a decent-fucking-job at slowing the onslaught of Decay too if it got to that point (AND IT MIGHT NOT HAVE BC THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS RANT IS TO INSIST THAT A BETTER SELECTION OF HEROES WOULDN’T HAVE RESULTED IN SHIGGY’S CURRENT THANOS SNAP ORdEAL)

I know Pixie’s mostly on rescue operations and that’s what she’s doing at the hospital/surrounding city but WHY?? EVEN IF THEY REALLY NEEDED CEMENTOSS AT THE MANSION—WHY NOT HAVE PIXIE BOB DOING SOMETHING IN THE ACTUAL HOSPITAL BATTLE? JUST A LITTLE? The hospital is built on uh.. oh yeah... EARTH? And considering in the Forest Training arc she was using her quirk from a remote location (to make that Earth golem, or whatever) she wouldn’t even HAVE to be IN Ujiko’s lab to be useful

Can y’all PLEASE put at least ONE of your terraforming heroes at the place where y’all REALLY need them?? And not after-the-fact like y’all just did with Pixie Bob? Because clearly she didn’t do shit this last chapter trying to stop Decay. I’m sorry girl. You may be dead. Terrible.

I would have legitimately sent Snipe to get Ujiko before I sent Miruko and that’s that on that. Where is he even? He was there during the briefing but he’s gone? MIA? Idk. No way Ujiko is getting away from those bullets. Target locked: Ujiko’s hand. Fire. High-end Nomu remote goes bye bye. Then another bullet in the leg. No need to worry about him escaping and waking up high-ends/Shiggy when he doesn’t have kneecaps. Problem solved. No way it would’ve taken that long to break Shiggy’s tank either with a few well-placed pew pews zigging around some Nomu (not that we really wanna break him outta his tank bc look what happened). Snipe’s 6/5 technique stat deserves better!!!!!

Gang Orca did not go off and give a bunch of kids brain damage during the License arc to be so thoroughly ignored here. He’s clearly about to get his shit rocked by some gauged-out ex-Hot Topic employee in the next few chapters and ugh you’re TOO GOOD FOR THAT ORCA. COULD’VE BEEN OF USE AT THE HOSPITAL. PARALYZING SONIC WAVES? WE’LL TAKE IT. Who knows if any of the high-end Nomu would’ve been affected by paralysis but the small fry? Probably. Shiggy’s little twink ass? I would bet on it. Not that it would really stop him from using Decay but still

At the risk of sounding like someone I know who endorses child labor (the hero commission) here me out: CAN I GET A UHHH JUZO HONENUKI??? AGAIN YEAH good that he was at the mansion to do some long-range AOE action but if y’all are gonna force kids to join in on this war anyways, put your strongest and most useful ones at the place you need them. Shit it would’ve been real nice if Honenuki was there to trap some Nomu—uncertain if it would work against the high-ends that show some pretty flexible quirks but who knows—and even at the risk of reaching, maybe in some universe where Shiggy and Honenuki face off, it would be interesting to see Decay against Softening, since Decay’s one big weakness is that it can only work on solid objects sooOooOo? Idk. Would’ve been a cool match up but I hate that the kids are fighting anyways so we’re gonna ignore this Juzo rant. Just know it would’ve been cool

And as for the mess that’s going to be this fucking mansion soon... .. We’re just gonna ignore a whole ass Geten, big destructive power, big fucking threat, and not gonna throw Endeavor’s ass in there? Makes sense. They’re leaving it to Shoto I guess. They said time for you to fucking shine kid. Get in there. I mean really trading Endeavor for Edgeshot would’ve been top tier strategy but...

I MEAN THEY?? Made up a whole ass plan to counter ONE greasy-looking PLF guy by throwing Kaminari in there, but they couldn’t make up a plan to counter Geten? Are they just?? Pulling names out of a hat to see who gets to fight who? Did they spin a bottle to see who it landed on? Did Mt. Lady pull the short stick? I swear on shit when Geten starts going feral soon I’m not gonna feel sorry about it. Unless heroes got a plan and someone’s gonna make a sexy ass top 10 anime entrances to counter his ice then I’m disappointed. We went ape shit over Kaminari countering one of the commanders but are we not gonna get anymore ‘I’m your perfect counter and I’m here to stop you’ moments? No? I’M PISSED. 

I would have also settled for my kween Nejire being there to blast away some ice because who tf else is gonna do it? But eh. 

Dabi will also be trouble depending on what he decides to do. He only has about 3 good ideas a month and he’s used them all up by now so he’s in dumb slut territory as we speak. But you’d think that a villain as widely recognized as Dabi with such a destructive quirk would urge the heroes to have some plan to take him on but?? So far I don’t really see anyone quick to take on the role. Not that it’d be that hard bc he’s dangerous but also dangerously dumb. Where is Inasa. Maybe he can just blast the flames back in Dabi’s face. I love him but at this point he deserves to have some of his rights taken away

Don’t even get me start on Gigantomachia. I get the heroes had little choice except to attack before Shiggy was full-power but just?? NOT having a plan in case by some little chance Gigantomachia DID wake up? You stupid bastards. You absolute fools. I guess there’s not much you CAN do but FUCK y’all just gonna let him SIT THERE? No counter measures? No ‘Let’s execute this incredibly thorough and thought-out plan we’ve spent months formulating to restrain Gigantomachia in case he does end up waking up, because better safe than sorry’? When he tramples like 50 students I bet that shit gonna hurt

I hate it all. I was really happy about seeing Shiggy go off 272 bc he’s a king but after rereading from like, 258 I feel... weird. Maybe this will be resolved with more chapters but. eh. Now that I’ve thought of this, I can’t go back. I miss the brain power that was behind the MLA fight

[hilariouslyedgy]

tgfmtif headcanons

hi, if you read my fanfic this godforsaken mess, this idiotic fool then this post may be for you. (if u haven’t read the fic maybe check it out before reading this list.) on ao3, I asked if anyone wanted a list of hc’s I have for this fic and a few of y’all said YES so. here it is. enjoy. I may go back and add things I think of later on.

-yakko is a leo (aug 10), wakko is a sagittarius (nov 30), and dot is a pisces-aries cusp (march 20)(if you ask her she’ll say she’s an aries)

-(this ones more for me) but if I were to describe the warners in this fic as tarot cards it would be this

-yakko: the hanged man

-wakko: six of swords

-dot: queen of swords

-(look em up)anyways

-yakko started working at that starbucks in that target at the age of 16

-he really enjoyed it there. the chaos reminded him vaguely of the movie lot and keeping his mind busy was nice

-the transition from “I do what I fucking want” to “yes ma’am right away” was difficult, it got him written up a couple times

-he was so good at his job that his boss couldn’t fire him

-now that he transferred into the store it’s less chaotic but he can have more time with a customer

-he actually likes helping elderly customers, they have so many questions and he has a lot of answers (and patience)

-he gets along pretty well with Shawn and playfully flirts with him. shawn is straight but he still jokes about running away with yakko

-shawn and annalise are very happy together, despite their vast differences. it’s actually annalise’s first healthy relationship

-yakko called annalise “Lisa” the first time he met her but then switched to “Annie bannanie” after seeing the face she made at the nickname

-“I got ᵘᵘᵘᵘʰʰʰʰʰ a venti mango dragonfruit with lemonade for ANNIE BANNANIE”

-annalise doesn’t really like teenagers but her education in psychology is changing that. yakko changed that too. she took it upon herself to keep tabs on him when he first started working at target. now they’re good friends.

-its still 2 years away but she’s planning things for yakkos 21st birthday

-when the 2 younger sibs started school they texted each other during class to make sure they were okay

-wakko immediately wanted to join orchestra, playing violin, naturally

-he met charlie in this class, she plays the flute. wakko noticed her after she let out a well timed belch after a piece

-wakko met astro in algebra 2. they both have an interest in a particular band and bonded over that

-charlie and astro share classes together and that’s how they know each other

-despite his grades, wakko adapted really well to going to school. as stated in the main fic, school becomes his escape from home when things are hard

-dot, on the other hand, is not such a big fan. classes are boring and her teachers are mean.

-however dance class is fun, and she got to participate in the homecoming parade, and that’s where she met chessie, who also took dance

-dot also adores her dance teacher, miss mercer (it’s my other oc, aria uwu)(idk if y’all will ever meet her tho)

-miss mercer can pass off as a student she looks so young and shes short af, but shes really cool and youthful and you can tell she loves her job, and that’s why dot loves her

-dot makes sure to stand in the very front of the class when they’re doing warm ups and learning new routines for the winter recital

-the winter recital was really exciting, dot got to stand in the front for her class’s dance and she heard her brothers cheering for her from the audience

-miss Mercer told dot that she has potential to join the dance team, and you bet your patootie she’s gonna audition at the end of the year

✨and now some hc’s for my oc’s, annalise and bella✨

-they each have their own respective fics,,,,,i created them for other fandoms 😅 bellas origin story is here, and annalises is here 🙂

-you don’t have to read them but both fics exist in the same universe, and it’s different from the one in this fic!

-anyways (pt2)

-annalise doesn’t really talk to her parents. she’ll see them on their birthdays and holidays but overall,,,,meh

-Bella hadn’t spoken to any of her relatives in years,,,,it’s a sensitive topic

-while bella isn’t an alt girl, she does follow the colorful hair/bold makeup/gamer boyfriend trope ☺️ (and if you peeped at her origin story [third installment] you know Who that bf is)

-annalise is a goth but her bf is “normal” bc that’s the relationship dynamic she saw growing up. so it stuck with her.

-she is the one who introduced dot to little mix, but Bella introduced annalise to them 🤣 you think a goth is gonna find a pop group on her own??

-oh and ann n bella are bisexual 🥰 and yakko is too 💖💜💙

-anyways ann and yakko try to get their lunch breaks at the same time to hang out

-Annalise has picked up the little ones from school a couple times

✨and now thing that were originally supposed to happen but didn’t✨

-in chapter 6 when it’s mentioned that dot spent the night with annalise while wakko was in the hospital?? yeah there was supposed to be a deep, profound, but nice conversation between them but a bitch fuckin forgot the dialogue 🙃

-I was originally going to have Ann’s n Bella’s roles swapped in this fic. Bella was going to be the Human Best Friend to yakko. she’s quiet and he’s loud and it would have been quite the dynamic

-I don’t know what happened tbh. I think Annie bannanie popped into my head first.

-this fic was supposed to take place around october or november but I knew I wanted dot’s birthday in there somewhere AND i wanted her star sign to be aries so it just ended up being late march

-and bc of that she’s accidentally a year older than I planned. so she is one year apart from wakko and 4 years from yakko. oopsie whoopsie

-and finally, the one I’m most 😤 abt bc I’m a dumbass who FORGOT TO WRITE IT IN

-in chapter 12 when yakko comes home he was meant to dig thru the cabinet n eat goldfish crackers (iykyk)

[lemongrasshoe]

oh my god oh my god oh my fucking god.

DAKERETAI OTOKO

let’s talk about it.

first i have to say: anything with rape or semi-consent is a no-go for me. it’s not cute because he “wanted him so badly he couldn’t resist.” no. that’s not how it works.

HOWEVER. i think that while the manga is very uhm-out there-the anime is a whole lot better, especially if you’re sensitive to topics of rape. however, this “technical consent/kind of forced consent ‘but they like it tho!’” is a two-way street. we don’t see many scenes with takato in the lead, but after he’s avoided for a while because junta had a cold, he calls making junta give him head a “punishment.” so this is kind of a “say you don’t like it but you do” thing on takato’s part. personally, i don’t like this idea because rapists often think that their victims ‘secretly want it’ or are ‘playing hard to get.’ in this case, it’s kind of true. also, it’s clear that this has become a “the mean one is soft for the soft one” trope and a “i’m mean to you even tho i love you because it’s cute but in real life it would just be super annoying and a turn-off.” in the bus scene, after saying “stop” several times, junta asks takato “do you really want me to stop?” and takato just kisses him desperately. AND when junta stopped talking to takato, takato got really angry and jealous. so there is some reason for junta to keep going, to break through takato’s layer of defenses. there is a degree to which this is acceptable and probably healthy for takato to give in to what he really wants.

that being said, there are some scenes-like in the “call me sensei” scene- where he was just outright begging. that scene was very weird. and the numerous times he basically kidnapped takato. don’t like that.

moving on: AYAGI BASICALLY ROOFIED TAKATO. i mean he didn’t slip takato anything, but takato was passed out drunk and ayagi carried him up to his hotel room and almost raped him. the only reason he didn’t is because “he couldn’t make love to someone who was saying another man’s name in his sleep.” and yet, he answers when junta calls, and leaves a hickey on takato’s neck for junta to find. and they go back to being just work colleagues? um, what? ayagi even goes on to be come the “hated in the beginning, used for comic relief once we realize who the main villian is” character of the series. i’m not okay w that.

AND: Usaka ALSO nearly raped takato. the only reason he DIDNT was because “if you’re not shaking like a leaf, i’m not into it.” WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. and again, they go back to being work colleagues after. FUCK THAT.

now onto things i like:

the climax was awesome. it made me squeal so many times. the whole “dating, breakup for wholesome reasons, mutual pining, and ‘come back stronger’ with a heartfelt speech and a montage of them kissing/having sex, and a nice little wholesome couple-y scene of them like, a month after to wrap it all up” is my fav. i loved it.

it didn’t gloss over the aspect of sex, but it still wasn’t explicit. aside from the bordering-on-rape and begging scenes, i thought many of the sex scenes - all of which were done with only their upper portion and sometimes parts of legs - were done beautifully. the honey, when they had makeup sex, even the break up sex was great. and i like the fact that when asked explicitly “do you really not want this”, it’s made clear that takato DOES want it. i think that’s a really interesting element in a character, and it’s popular, too: the whole “pulling back from love and/or sex as to not get hurt” thing. however, like i said - in some scenes, there was just too much begging and “stop”s that were ignored. it was consensual, but also kind of not. so basically: there were some sex scenes that i loved, some that i hated.

the whole $10 bill thing.

“Chunta”

the christmas episode. LOVED it.

some parts of junta were great. when he’s overprotective or plans romantic things.

after closing night of the ogre play - cute, romantic, sensual, CONsensual. junta actually respected takato’s boundaries (although they were set for the wrong reasons).

when takato broke up with junta to protect him. this shows character development since he seemed to only care about himself for so long.

“you’re scary”

okay, now here’s my main beef:

1. the whole “mean one is soft for sunshine one” is my fav. i love. and i loved how sometimes, sunshine-y junta turned into a gentle but forceful beast that wanted to devour takato. but the “horny angel” thing was weird. i LOVE “sunshine” characters that are very sexual, love the element of “you’d never expect it from their innocent face.” but sunshine characters are (1) normally bottoms (although i luv me some sunshine tops) and (2), they would always, ALWAYS have explicit consent. also, a lot of the sex scenes WITH consent were when junta was the “beast”. (that’s how i think of him anyways.) so yeah. junta was too horny. i would have LOVED junta’s character if he wasn’t as horny as he is. it doesn’t go well with his character. and non-consent between a couple that are “in love” never goes with anything.

2. takato has some amazing moments, but overall he was just TOO MEAN for my taste. he bullied junta. when junta was being wholesome and shit, he says it’s “embarrassing” or just downright yells, hits or refuses to tell the truth. the “mean to those you love but like in a cute way” thing is GREAT. to an EXTENT. and this? junta seemed to be unhealthily obsessed with takato. after all takato said and did, he kept perusing him. it’s not healthy to follow someone who’s mean to you. you can’t make someone feel like shit and call it cute. junta planned a whole day for them in hawaii - one of the moments i loved junta - and takato was basically just a whiny bitch about it.

i feel like by the end, things got healthy, or at least healthier. an “i love you” scene or SOME kind of gift from takato at christmas would have been great. because it was so cute, but then you remember that junta did all this for a guy who didn’t get you anything and barely can say “merry christmas” to you. if the series was longer, they could expand on takato’s backstory and maybe there would be reasons in his past for his defenses. but then, for there to be a real happy ending, there would have to be some kind of character development, like talking about WHY he’s so defensive, or seeing him actively trying to be nicer towards the people he loves.

my overall rating for this show is 6.5 out of 10. the good parts were better than the bad parts were bad. some very cute moments. can be triggering. i would recommend. the story is great, solid 8/10 but the other stuff brought the rating down.

[underneaththesurface]

The Martinez Murder

Omi: Good Evening Riverdale! I’m Omi Klyde

Estelle: And I'm Estelle

Omi: And this is Underneath The Surface, where we dive into the history of our town, Riverdale.

Today, we’ll be discussing the Martinez Murder

Estelle: And since this is a special occasion, we've decided to switch it up.

Why, you ask?

Omi: because I’m nosy

no, because I got to do the research this week. Lemme tell you. There’s some stuff that might get us in trouble if we reveal too much

Estelle: Luckily, we like living on the edge.

Omi: Yesss

a lot of this information I actually got from my older sister, who reported on this case at the time

Estelle: So we know this is going to be gooooood.

Omi: Adelfa knows her shit

Estelle: Can you say shit on a podcast?

Omi: Well I just did so, I mean, we’re not sponsored-are we sponsored???

Omi: Abe! Are we sponsored??

Estelle: I- I don't think so.

Abe: How the hell should I know? I just joined y'all!

Omi: alright, so, as we all know, the Serpents and Ghoulies have been in opposition since their creation, basically. Well, this whole thing was started by the waterboarding of Abdiel Martinez’s -the leader of the Ghoulies at the time- teenage son

sometime around 2009

Estelle: Wait-

They waterboarded a teenager?

Abe: what the-

Omi: the serpents weren’t as soft as they are now. The ghoulies were actually a lot less rowdy in the 90s/2000s

Estelle: I see.

Abe: Why, though?

Omi: Honestly, because of a simple wrong place wrong time misunderstanding. the leader of the serpents at the time was actually apologetic to Abdiel because apparently it really messed the kid up

Estelle: That's-

Abe: How you do accidentally waterboard the wrong person?

Estelle: But you said the leader of the Serpents actually apologized?

Omi: yes! 

Actually, he even paid for some therapy. 

The two groups had a truce

Estelle: Wow!

What happened to that guy?

Omi: oh, the leader? 

Not 100% sure. 

Think he died in combat or something

Estelle: huh. 

Omi: But...

Estelle: That’s pretty tragic

Abe: I knew there’d be a but

Omi: it is. And he seemed nice too, from what Adelfa told me 

yup, there’s always a but. 

Well, not long after that, the ghoulies went after the leader’s kid

Estelle: Of course.

I mean- why actually accept the truce if you just- you know-  go after the kid.

Abe: You said "kid", does that mean he was younger than the boy who was waterboarded?

Omi: eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. 

 the ghoulies might’ve been soft, but they still had some wild members from the 80s there advising 

yeah, he would’ve been about our age then 

the age of the boy who got waterboarded was 16 I think?

Estelle: Oh. That's-

Abe: NINE OR TEN????

Estelle: That’s just horrible 

Omi: nine or ten...poor kid

Estelle: But what did they exactly do to the 9/10-year-old?

Omi: they jumped him. 

Kid came out with cuts and bruises according to medical reports

Who the heck jumps a literal child??

Estelle: Ghoulies, apparently.

Abe: Didn't they do something like that to someone from our school?

The beanie guy.

Estelle: (wheezes) the beanie guy...

Omi: Nuggethead? Yes

a serpent himself

Estelle: I- I want to correct both of you, but-

His own name isn't that much better.

(whispers) Is that mean?

Omi: am I wrong??? I’ve seen him eat the entire menu at pops in one sitting

Abe: He's why you left the Blue & Gold.

That guy eats everything.

Omi: ok one more bash and I’ll get on with the story- 

but I have seen him eat a burger off the floor

Estelle: That's not just Jughead...

Abe: Yeah I'm pretty sure Mark's done that, too.

Estelle: No, I thought it was Brian.

Omi: wouldn’t put it past either of them

Estelle: Pretty sure Jonathan would do it too, if it wasn't for me.

Omi: teenage boys are something else, aren’t they? Like little creatures

anyways I should definitely go back to the topic because you’re usually the one who reigns me in

Estelle: The struggle is real.

Abe: Can't relate.

Estelle: (laughs) Let's save this for another time, yes. Please continue.

Omi: So, of course, the serpent leader was not happy bout this.

therapy stopped for the Martinez boy

Estelle: My respect would be gone if he didn't.

Omi: in fact, he was so angry about this, the serpents captured both Abdiel and his wife

the truce was over

which, is understandable

Abe: Oh no, not the wife.

Omi: the wife. But, the kids were left out of this part

Abe: Oh good, he has some morals.

Estelle: (wheezes) Better than the Ghoulies.

Omi: i don’t think the ghoulies ever had morals, minus maybe a few members. those young ghoulies scare me-they had the whole town scared of clowns for a year, remember that?

Estelle: Oh yeah.

Abe: Not a violent person but I was this close to buying a gun, yes.

Omi: those were some times 

Anyways, what is known about what happened next is the following: the couple was taken, reported missing for a few days, and Mrs. Martinez returned blind and widowed. Information was either redacted or they were unable to attain the exact details of the murder

Abe: Wh-

Estelle: Oh, that-

Abe: Blind??

Omi: blind

Estelle: I have to say, that is an effective way to lead

Abe: Are you seriously condoning this?

Omi: she stumbled into the south side emergency room, bleeding, and sobbing hysterically

no I get what you’re saying

Estelle: I mean, he was pretty chill and they abused that and now they paid.

Omi: makes sense to me

Abe: Y-yeah but-

Omi: y’all wanna hear something interesting tho?

Estelle: Oh Yes.

Abe: Oh No. 

Omi: Guess who’s kid runs the ghoulies now

Estelle: I- shut the fuck up.

Abe: Estelle-

Estelle: It all makes total sense now.

Omi: does this mean I can say fuck on this podcast

Estelle: We'll take the fine, should we get one.

Omi: daddy can pay for it we’re fine

Abe: Okay, but let's not overdo it please.

Omi: yes his son is now the leader and that is why the ghoulies are reclaiming their 80s wild child glory

also thats why they seem especially brutal towards the serpents

oh, want to hear another thing?

Estelle: Yes.

Always.

Omi: law enforcement never found the body, BUT

there are rumors

Estelle: Not surprised, honestly.

Abe: What rumors?

Omi: well, supposedly, there was a scavenger hunt

set by the serpents, for the ghoulies

Estelle: Oh.

Fun.

Abe: (laughs)

Omi: the body hasn’t been discovered to this day, as far as we know. But, that’s why there are so many random holes in fox forest

allegedly

and here I was, thinking we had massive gophers

Abe: Oh my god.

Estelle: Maybe they helped.

Omi: who knows, there’s lots of shit in that forest, especially that creepy funeral home and crematorium, which is also supposedly linked to the ghoulies but law enforcement hasn’t found proof of that

Estelle: How?

Omi: also we’re close to greendale and that town has lots of weird happenings. I suspect radiation

They searched the place

Abe: Yeah I believe that.

Estelle: See this is why I don't go to that forest.

Name one good thing that's happened there.

Omi: Absolutely nothing. 

too many kids go missing on the paths through it no way am I stepping foot in it

Abe: But y'all are dragging me to that house on Wabash Avenue?

Omi: its not in the forest. Free range baby

Abe: I don't wanna run into an angry man as we wander around his house.

Estelle: I'll get you some holy water, you'll be fine.

Omi: we’ll be fine. ill do a crazy dance to distract him

Estelle: If Omi screams, we'll run.

Omi: and I’ve never screamed

because we will be fine and if not I will ask Queenie for her bat

do you think ghosts like 90s r&b?

Estelle: I'd go for EDM.

Abe: Oh yeah.

Omi: so you have nothing to worry about my dear sweet Abe

theyll be dancing

Estelle: Now, some of you might have been wondering why it's the three of us.

You wanna introduce yourself?

Abe: Hello everyone! I'm Audrey Lincoln. Last time, Omi and Estelle decided to investigate the case of Wabash Avenue, and they've been thinking about turning it into a vlog.

Estelle: And of course, our lovely friend Abe came to mind.

Abe: So, the following weeks, I'll be part of the team.

Omi: shes talented, beautiful, stunning, spectacular, amazing, wonderful

Abe: Omi-

Estelle: And if our talented, beautiful, stunning, spectacular, amazing, wonderful friend likes it, she's more than welcome to stay part of the team.

Omi: i’d definitely like her to be apart of it, then we’d see you more!

well, I think that wraps up this week

Estelle: Feeling a little more unsafe in this town.

Omi: wait, you’ve felt safe in this town?

Estelle: When I was a little girl, yes.

Abe: Before History class.

Estelle: Or before I started following the news.

Omi: Valid points.

Well, I’m Omi 

Estelle: I'm Estelle.

Abe: And I'm Audrey.

Omi: Don’t forget to tune in next week for: The Truth Behind Pickens Day!

Estelle: See y’all then!

Abe: And sweet dreams

[lachlann-macnab]

At Al’s Potluck

Alternative title: Backstory, friendly banter, potatoes and feels.

Dated: October 24, 2020

Lachlann MacNab Lachlann had learned rather quickly that when Seamus had said "you're a menace to society you're never driving again, not unless I'm hurt so badly I'm passed out" he'd really, really meant it and no amount of pouting and/or complaining would stop the man from driving them both to Al's Comic Barn as their respective recipes sat on the backseat. But karma had struck the man as soon they had to get out the car, since now he had to juggle his enourmous plate and the keys, a scene Lachlann found actually quite funny as he remained seated on his place, phone on one hand and dish on the other

Seamus MacTunnag it would have been much easier to balance the fucking pot if he didn't have another platter along with it. Stovies and oatcakes were easy to make, especially for large amounts of people, but that meant having more than was necessarily manageable. Lachlann was pouting in the car and, thus, unhelpful. Finally shoving his keys in his pants pocket, the brunet picked up the second tray he'd set carefully on the hood of the Roadster. "Yer no help, ye know that?" He shook his head and mumbled under his breath about a grown man being a brat all because he wasn't allowed to drive before he nodded to the door. "Hands're otherwise occupied. Care the get th' door at least?"

Lachlann MacNab "That's a lot of complainin' for someone that generally insists on doing everything himself, Mister Mac T" Lachlann replied with a grin, making sure his phone was set to airplane mode (having figured before that receiving any message during the event would be a faux pas) and using the little moment to also make sure he'd actually closed Spotify, not wanting a certain other playlist to accidentally...well, play after the "driving" one had finished. "Yeah, yeah, I'm getting the doors. I'm still surprised you decided to actually come, tho'" he said, now being the one doing some juggling

Seamus MacTunnag "An' that's a lot o' lip comin' from a man who sat an' watched 'cause he wasna allowed tae drive," Seamus quipped back, smiling winningly as he waited. Lachlann fiddled with his phone for a moment before shoving it in a pocket then reached for the door. "Thank ye kindly," he murmured, brushing past the other as he strode through the doors. "An' 'course I would, Lachie. I try tae at least go tae one or two o' these every year. Get a feel fer th' candidates." McWiggin was a native to the town, ran a small business, and seemed concerned with the community as a whole. It would be smart to look into him, at the very least. "'Sides, I havena cooked fer a large group in a while. Seemed th' thing tae do. Old family favorite, an all."

Lachlann MacNab Lachlann didn't have a counterpoint for that, so he decided to stick his tongue out at the other man and take that L as he made sure the car's doors were closed, Al's were opened and his own pot of Chili Macaroni (Vegan, mind you) remained secure on his hands. "Louie says Al 's a pretty cool dude and I think he did well during the first debate" Lachlann nodded "you rootin' for him, Mister Mac T? or are you more interested on the food? Like, I think he's done great so far but, well, I'm kinda new around, so... I don't really know for certain"

Seamus MacTunnag If Seamus's hands were free, he'd have gone for Lachlann's tongue. Much like how Adelaide had done to him when she was a wee one, in fact, though the circumstances were far different. "Careful darlin'," he warned, grin hinting at the mischievous, "wouldna want ye tae lose yer tongue." Listening for a moment as he found somewhere to set the platter and pot down, Seamus hummed in acknowledgement, mind turning over what he knew. In years previous, he'd known McWiggin to be a bit of a tit, rude to women and someone who was just generally unpleasant. Seemed like he'd cleaned up his act in the past year or so, as well as he could anyway, and was hoping to turn over a new leaf. "Dunno quite who 'm votin' fer yet, in truth. 'S why I come tae these, see what they're about. He seems concerned about th' town he grew up in an' the local business, but I'd like tae see more of his stance on Magick/Mundus relations, given where we live."

Lachlann MacNab "Darlin'" Lachlann didn't know what to reply to that -at least not while in public-, even stopping for a second before deciding that the best next unrelated step was finding a place to place his pot as he nodded. "Yeah, it's kind of complicated" politics had never been an easy topic, really "Al strikes me as the most approachable candidate, like, I don't get a thing Reza talks about, Aquata is kind of initimidating and Shock..." He didn't really finish that sentence because he figured that everyone felt the same way about the youngest candidate and her blasé ways about... everything. Also, because he'd just spotted a familiar recipe. "Oh, the Beignets! Tiana must be here too!"

Seamus MacTunnag The silence was noted and smugly filed away. And over a little old thing like darlin', at that. "Aye," he agreed, eyes sweeping over the people milling about the comic shop. He'd never ben inside the place himself, but he knew Louie worked here, so he'd wanted to come down for a look-see. "Al may be approachable, but both Reza and Aquata address cohesion and Magick representation in a mixed community as well as plans to provide a more streamlined petition process. An' Adamson, well, I hardly take 'er seriously." Seamus shrugged, running a hand through his hair. After having lived with a Magick for half a decade, amidst other generational hardships, Seamus had always made it a point to look at legislation that had to do with Magicks. "Take it ye know someone around?" The name was vaguely familiar, like he'd met them previously, but he couldn't place a face to it.

Lachlann MacNab "I mean, yeah, they do" Lachlann shrugged "Like, they sound like they know what they're saying but I think that the best possible option 's having someone you know you can approach, you know? I'd get nervous by the mere thought of just getting close to Miss Triton or Reza -like, I don't think I'd ever have a reason to do so but...yeah" And he'd rather not think much about the whole Magick-Mundus things, since he still had a bittersweet feeling about the whole Moon Market fiasco. "Ah! Yeah, well- kind of! She's an acquaintance of sorts, I guess. 'nyways, what was it that you cooked, again, smoochiekins?"

Seamus MacTunnag Lachlann did have a point, yes. You had to be able to approach a council representative, or feel like you could, anyway. That was the entire point of it all, wasn't it? Granted, Seamus had cut his teeth on hardened business men and women, their unflinching values and ironclad stances. There was a different type of ability to interact there for him than there was Lachlann. "The Triton lasses ain't all bad. Adella's nice, even if she is a right pest." He smiled, thinking on the woman fondly. He'd not seen her in a while but she was one person in town he counted as a friend. "Aquata's Da was a staple of th' council. Think she's jus' tryin' tae do right by him." Both brows rose at the abrupt change of subject and the godawful nickname. His nose wrinkled involuntarily at the implementation. "That's awful, Lachie. Truly, truly awful. But 's, uh, we call it stovies an' oatcakes. Traditional Scottish fare. Me mam used tae make it a lot." He glanced down and off to the side, clearing his throat once he was through speaking, suddenly not too keen on talking about Davina MacTunnag. "Yers was, uh, vegan was it?"

Lachlann MacNab "I think I've heard about the Tritons before- I think one of them designed Loopy's favourite lipstick" he couldn't say which one, though "And I kind of recall seeing Adella's name somewhere..." He'd checked Tinder one or twice since arriving to Swynlake and vaguely recalled seeing someone with a curious name and amazing photos but, well, obviously out of his league, so he hadn't even bothered trying. And there was another reason,  of course, which was currently looking fondly at his own pots. "So that's what you needed all those potatoes for!" he said with a wide smile "and here I was, thinking you were feeling like starting a farm, Mister Mac T! And, yeah, 's no big deal. You kinda just throw all the ingredients into the pot and pray for the best. It may not be anything fancy but at least I didn't burn down my kitchen"

Seamus MacTunnag It took him a moment to parse out who Loopy was but, once he had, Seamus nodded his head. "Aye, one o' 'em has a make up line I think. Adella dragged me tae th' bloody adult prom a year of so back," he mumbled, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "She's a sweet girl. Seemed tae think I needed tae get outta th' house. Kinda like someone else I know." Yes, that was a Pointed Pause, Lachlann. "The family's from Swynlake though. Been here fer generations, I s'pose. Makes sense they'd try tae continue it." The comment about the potatoes made him pause, lips quirking up into a smile before he chuckled and shook his head. "Nope, no potato farming. My people didna do such a thing," he quipped, grin widening. "But th' Stovies feed a family fer a while, keep ye warm, all o' that. 'S a staple when ye grow up in Glasgow slums. Had tae take th' liquor outta the recipe though. Been sober around two an' a half years. Don'tcare tae cook with it neither." He hummed his acknowledgement of the other man's dish, wondering how it tasted. At least it wasn't burnt

Lachlann MacNab "Oh" Lachlann said, nodding at the comment and making a mental note about Adella being cool (even in a non-Tinder context). But at the rest of the phrase he tilted his head and bit the inner part of his right cheek "But isn't that kind of thing like...what's the word? When someone in power helps other person to achieve things- necromancy? no, eh, neo- no, nepotism?" He paused for a second, first thinking about the implications of the words and the situation he wasn't sure about, then deciding to move towards a plate full of cookies before the girl with the white dress decided to eat them all by herself. "Myesh" he said with a mouthfull of cookies "sh more like ah shtereoghtiphgical 'rish thng, nt Scottish" Wait. Slums?... " 's better that way, I guess. That way you can be the one driving, instead of having me risking everyone else's well-being, sweetipie" he joked, even if he was still curious about the comment about living in the slums once.

Seamus MacTunnag "Mm, I s'pose ye could see it that way, aye. Most dunna. From what I understand 's more--" Seamus searched for the words, brow furrowing a bit as he walked alongside the other man. Toward more food, he could see. "--a generational connection to th' town. The Triton family is rooted in Swynlake. Everyone knows 'em. Sure, it sounds like they're takin' advantage o' that an' maybe they are, but what if 's because they got th' best fer th' town at heart? I jus' tend tae look at both sides o' matters, or try tae." Rolling his eyes as the other man spoke with a full mouth, Seamus waited until he was done. "Aye. An' 'm nae fuckin' Irish." He'd had to live in the Little Ireland neighborhoods in New York for a while, mind, but that's because no one knew their arse from their head back then. Couldn't tell the difference. Some people still couldn't. Seamus swiped a cookie from the other man and took a bite before turning on his heel to take a look through the rest of the dishes, offering quiet hellos as he went. When he heard another awful nickname, Seamus turned to give Lachlann a droll look. "'M nae luggin' yer heavy arse tae th' car--" A mischievous little grin cropped up and, just to be a tit, tacked on a m'eudail for good measure, accent thickening around the familiar word.

Lachlann MacNab "Yep, 's important to try and do that, get to know both sides I mean, like the whole thing with Reza's scandal" which had surprised all of twitter, himself included. Lachlann still wasn't sure where he stood on all that and his attention was, instead, focused on the food and trying to keep his cookies away from the other's hands, anyways. But even when he swiped one away, Lachlann couldn't help but smile it off, nod and follow him in the search for something nice to munch on. "Yeah, some people think it's the same thing but that's, frankly, offensive to both nationalities" he said, having some vague knowledge about the topic, since people assumed a lot of things when they heard the MacNab surname, but he had never really mind the errors "You started it, darling. Anyways, so Stovies are kind of a family recipe, then?"

Seamus MacTunnag Seamus nodded his head, agreeing without really needing to say anything. It was true, after all. The scandal release had been a shock to everyone, but Seamus wasn't just going to judge the man like so many other people seemed to be fond of. Sorcerer or not, Magick or Mundus, all sides deserved a critical look. "'S extremely offensive, particularly when I was exposed to it." The Irish, at one point, were treated like animals. When people had believed Seamus was, he'd been given the same treatment. He'd had to learn how to defend himself and his sisters quickly. "Darlin' is a term of endearment. Whatever those other things were were nae. But yes, I s'pose so. Most everyone in th' area knew how tae make 'em, but me mam taught me. I had tae work two or three jobs growin' up but, uh, she let me help in me downtime. Da never gave a shite so--" Seamus shrugged, going a bit pinched around the eyes at the involuntary reminder of his father. "--figured I could give another pair o' hands when she needed 'em."

Lachlann MacNab This was the first time Lachlann heard about Mister Mac T's parents and- nothing about it sounded all that cool. Slums, working two or three jobs, the "Da never gave a shite"... Sure, the older man was resilient and most certainly had seen a lot of stuff before, but hearing that he'd to struggle even during childhood was kind of a harsh idea; Maybe someone that felt particularly poetic or philosophical would say that that kind of things had turned the man into the kind of person he currently was but- but Lachlann only found it kind of miserable, really, that he hadn't had the chance to just be a happy child. "Maybe you could teach Huey, Dewey or Louie how to cook it, eventually" he said, placing a hand in the other's shoulder, in an effort to cheer him up "or me. I'd be happy to learn it"

Seamus MacTunnag See, he knew what his childhood sounded like. He had lived it and it was just as shite in the telling as it had been back when he was a lad, and that had been hedging around how big of a piece of shite his father had been. Seamus snorted at the mention that the boys would learn. He turned his head to look at Lachlann's face, squeezed the hand that had landed on his shoulder."Aye, maybe Huey. Dunno about Dewey. Louie would rather food be served to him, not be made by him, so I doubt he would. But I wouldna mind it, if ye wanted tae learn. Ain't hard tae make."

Lachlann MacNab "I think Dewey would be down to clo- I mean, totally up for it" Probably. Maybe. He wasn't sure if his best friend had any interest in cooking but he figured that as long as something sounded like a fun time, he'd be up for it. Huey probably would take notes about the recipe like the very organized guy he was and- -he was absolutely correct about Louie, so there was no point in thinking about that, so he smiled and nod, then pointing towards a fancy-looking salad, as if asking the man if he wanted to try some of that (while still not letting go of his shoulder). "I wonder if we'll see Al himself. I'd really like to tell him that I admire the fact that he has Darkwing comics in stock- and also maybe give him props for making the drinking game interesting for everyone"

Seamus MacTunnag Down to clown? Really? Resisting the urge to laugh or smile at the turn of phrase (because it was awful and not at all endearing in any way whatsoever), Seamus still found himself losing the battle when his mouth twitched upward. Nodding his head at the nonverbal suggestion, the Scotsman allowed himself to be steered to the side a bit, walking in step with the other man and listening as he spoke. He'd have to remember to ask the boys if they ever wanted to learn how to cook. It would come in handy for them later, if anything. "Maybe, maybe not," Seamus murmured, a shoulder moving in a half-shrug. "Though I dunno if havin' a series o' books or tryin' tae give yah alcohol poisonin' is worthy of congratulations." Now he was just being a shit head, it was true, but it was also a fact that McWiggin had seemed to run in circles during the first debate, never really seemed to address questions that were more hard hitting when his contempories had. He had stuck to "small businesses" and "community" which, while what he was using in his campaign, should not have been the entire thing, in Seamus's opinion. But what did he know?

Lachlann MacNab "But I'm ok now" he declared, rather proud of himself "I'm dying by plane crash or not at all" Which was a joke, really; He simply didn't get (terribly) injured in any of his particular stunts so that phrase was more of a roundabout way to say "no way" than an actual - -wait. Mister Mac T wasn't supposed to know about that. Shit. "They aren't just any comic books, they are, objetively, the best comic books ever made" he said, trying to steer the conversation into another direction, then stuffing his mouth on some nearby potato salad so he could play the "sorry, I can't talk, my mouth is full" card just in case the older man didn't take the Darkwing bait. "Thish ish tashty! You shld try shome"

Seamus MacTunnag Dying by plane crash or not at all. That...that didn't sound good at all. In fact, that sounded the opposite of good. In fact, that sounded like Seamus should be worried about Lachlann flying a goddamn airplane which was, frankly, disappointing. He wanted to see how the man flew. And the fact that the other man tried to steer the conversation into a 360 didn't help any. "In a minute. We're gonna circle back tae th' plane crash thing. How many times, exactly, have ye crashed Lachlann? How accident prone are ye?" Is that why you're in Swynlake?

Lachlann MacNab Oh, Lachlann was absolutely not having that conversation -not in that place, not ever and specially not with Mister Mac T of all people. " Gee, I was only joking" he said, even if his tone was way more somber than intended "but, I guess now I know what I'm not supposed to joke about when you're around, eh?. Like, I guess that's all my fault, I know it's a serious topic and all". He decided to try and distract himself searching for a plate and filling it indiscriminately with food.

Seamus MacTunnag Ah, sore subject then. Seamus could read a room well enough by now and certainly could tell when someone didn't want to talk about something, even if it was something important. He'll, he'd done much the same more than once. It was still irritating but it was forgivable. It would be hypocritical to not be, after all. "Mmhmm," he murmured, both brows hiking ninto his hairline before offering a small smile, the kind that said 'I know you don't wanna yak about whatever that is, so I won't. Yet.' "Ye can joke around plenty. Death 's just a touchy subject, is all." Which wasn't a lie, but he wasn't going to elaborate much more just then. Instead, he picked up a small plate of his own.

Lachlann MacNab Look, Lachlann generally tried his best to take that whole topic in stride, playfully mentioning it every now and then when necessary, but discussing it (or anything vaguely related to it) with the older man was simply not going to happen, not when he held his family's talents in such high regards, not when he felt like his-their current closeness depended on what he could offer (and driving certainly wasn't it). If he didn't have a good reason to be there then- then Mister Mac T would send on his way, right? He would never bother dealing with a washed-up pilot, right? He- he deserved way better and- "'s ok. I know, I'm sorry" he finally said, voice slightly cracked. He just couldn't bear to lose the other's respect too, or the comfortable closeness they've built.

Seamus MacTunnag He heard the cracks in Lachlann's voice before they really made themselves apparent and Seamus felt his brow furrow at the sound, wondering at it. He filed it away for later, just like he did much everything else he observed about Lachlann and other people around him, to pull up and examine later on. Clearly, whatever it was, it was something the younger man didn't want to talk about, probably something with his family, if Seamus had to guess. Just a hunch but, well, MacNabs usually didn't stray far from their clan, if you will. And Lachlann was an entire ocean away from his. "Ye dunna have tae apologize, Lachie, 's alright," he said, voice pitched low so the nosy biddies around them couldn't eavesdrop. Namely, his nephew, wherever he might be.

Lachlann MacNab "Yeah, but still...." Lachlann said, trying to keep up with the conversation even if he suddenly felt quite down (so much so that the food currently on his plate suddenly didn't seem all that enticing anymore and had been reduced to a mere excuse for his movements). He just didn't want to deal with that topic. He'd rather run away. He'd rather pretend all of that wasn't even a thing. He'd rather just take his few belongings, throw 'em into his uncle's car and never look back now that people, that Mister Mac T knew about his failures. But he couldn't. Not now. He didn't want to let go of that- them- him. Not yet. "I just- could we- I'd rather talk about politics or Darkwing or Swynlake, you know?"

Seamus MacTunnag Yes, there was definitely something sore about the subject here. He recognized the behavior. In fact, he'd done it himself, once upon a time. It was...odd seeing it mirrored in someone else, someone he knew that hadn't been from decades and lifetimes ago. "Aye," he said, voice still pitched low, a small, placating smile, curling around his mouth. "We can do that." Seamus checked him with his hip, herding the man away from the food table and closer to the comic books, figuring it was a better topic to pick up than anything else. "Which arc's yer favorite? Or th' one ye need? Might have it here."

Lachlann MacNab That- was kind of unexpected, really. Lachlann had hoped the other would simply nod and let him be instead of guiding him away from the table -or actually mentioning Darkwing. He couldn't but give the man a little smile (that also served as a silent 'thank you') as he followed him and looked into the various colorful displays, plate still in his hand. "The Dark Knight Returns, hands down" he said, voice slowly returning to it's usual volume "I like the idea of Darkwing being retired for a while, then returning. Like, I feel that makes a hero -doing the right thing even when it's difficult or it kind of hurts, being- reliable, I guess" But he wasn't looking at the comics as he said that, not really.

Seamus MacTunnag He saw the unexpected surprise cross Lachlann's face and counted it as a win. Or, at least, a minor victory of a small skirmish. It was also, incidentally, what appeared to be a bit of a thank you in its own right. As the other ran spoke about the comics, Seamus's eyes traveled over the colorful covers and the snazzy artwork, the characters that came to life in their pages pitted against the harrowing forces of some villain or another in a snapshot on the front cover. The Darkwing books were no different, though Seamus knew them by hert a little differently. Still, it was nice to hear Lachlann a bit more normal, so he let him go on with his explanation, chuckling quietly at what he heard. "Sounds like yer trying tae tell me somethin', Lachie," he mumbled, teasing in the tone. He reached out a hand and tapped one of the covers, the garish suit they put Darkwing in front and center. "I remember when th' first one o' these came out. Laughed meself about sick. 'Course, I knew why. He did deserve it, retirement an' all. Sometimes it ain't fer someone, though, an' they wanna keep on, even if they dunno how tae quite get back intah th' game." No, he wasn't taking about Darkwing anymore.

Lachlann MacNab Lachlann laughed and shook his head 'no', even if there was some true to the other's statement and once again found himself intrigued by the other's words, or more exactly the way he used them -sure, one could argue that him being older meant he'd had more exposure to that sort of media, but that didn't seem like the reason he talked of Darkwing in such a way. But then again, who was Lachlann to judge? If anything, he was happy to had a shared interest. "It's difficult sometimes. Once you start doubting it just...isn't the same, right?" he asked, before taking a bite of his previously-forgotten food "I really admire the kind of people that just- you know, keep doing their best even when things get difficult. I hope to learn to do that kinda stuff someday" Maybe he could from the older man, that even with his rough start had managed to make the best he could and continued trying to do so. "I- I know this may not be the best place, but could I ask you a question real quick, Mister Mac T?"

Seamus MacTunnag Seamus paused when he was done speaking, glanced over at the other man, a hand holding just over the spine of an omnibus edition. Looked like the first arc of an early Darkwing series. Maybe another hero, mixed into the wrong area. "Aye, it is." Turning so he was facing the other man more fully, Seamus leaned his empty arm against the shelf and crossed his feet at the ankles, brow ticking upward. "Shoot, Lachie."

Lachlann MacNab "Would you keep me around even if I had nothing interesting to offer?" But that was a waaay too complex of a question for that moment and place, really, so Lachlann chewed a couple of seconds more, eyes on the omnibus' in the other's hands, before speaking again. "How do you do it?" he finally said "keeping on even when things get difficult, I mean"

Seamus MacTunnag It had long been established that patience was a virtue in Seamus's life, one that he had learned to perfect over the years. Even with a bit of a temper when he got riled up, he had learned to make the most of a wait. And he did. Even guessing at the question hadn't really prepared him for the actual thing, however. It made the brunet's eyes widen as he drew in a breath and let it out. That was a bit of a loaded question. "Sometimes ye dunna want tae," he began, wetting his lips and giving a small smile. "Sometimes 's hard, harder than anythin' yer gonna ever do. But then ye remember ye've got family that need ye, friends that care about ye. An' th' shite ye hear in yer own head...dunna sound so loud anymore. Ye keep busy an'...ye remember. Ye remember everythin'." He'd looked down as he started speaking, thumb of his free hand flicking against the side of the shelf as he spoke, but he looked up now and met Lachlann's gaze head on.

Lachlann MacNab Lachlann remained silent for a second, taking in every single word, and smiling at the end. "See? Just like a hero" he said almost in a whisper "You're there for them-" He paused again, eating a piece of steamed broccoli before he continued, adding a better word to express his idea. "-for us" because he was still there, even if his previous words hadn't been the best, his skills still were a sore topic and he was too dumb or too loud or just too much in general "I- thank you for that, for being there" For staying, even when he, himself, wanted to run.

Seamus MacTunnag A wider grin edged around the corners of Seamus's mouth and eyes; despite that, he shook his head, bemused. "Aye, if ye wanna call it that, then sure." There were a lot of times he didn't quite feel like a hero, like there were times were he missed a step or took a wrong turn, hid away or back tracked entirely. But if he kept moving forward, didn't look back, he had learned that maybe, just maybe, things would get better. That he could learn to live with the things he had seen and what had been done in his life. Thank you for that, for being there. "'Course, Lachie. What else would I do?"

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So! Finale! You know we're all going to pester you until you tell us all you thought about it, right?

Yes Iknow :PSo well, I think I can talk about it for a while ^ ^

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Okay,let’s be honest. Not talk about it, rant about it for a while >:)

Sorant time? Rant time!

Firstof all, I have to say that I’m loving creators are giving series theirrespective endings. I remember before, many series got cancelled beforereceiving a proper one. Luckily today is the season of finishing stuff ^ ^ Iloved that Nick greenlit Arnold’s Jungle Movie. I waited for so long for that.I thought it was impossible to have it but yay!

Also, we’re having more Invader Ziiiim, yas! I hope they do the promised seriesfinale cause it looks very interesting.

Backto the original topic, well, as all you know I have SVTFOE series and Starco ina place close to my heart. It was an overall enjoyable series. That said, Ineed to point that as much as I enjoyed watching the ending and that they gaveus Starco at the end, I feel some happenings a bit messy, can I say?

Surelymany people will disagree with me but I think the whole “Destroy themagic" arc (or mini arc, since it was brought up like that in thesecond to last episode) wasn’t necessary. I mean, creators could want to give us a messageand all but for a show with the premise of a magic princess fromanother dimension, for me it doesn’t fit much. That idea was the one thatcharmed all of us, why to take it away?

Why…?

Infact, I dunno if I’m the one with the unpopular opinion but I loved, LOVED theEarth episodes. That was the setting that brought us into the show and itworked so well with Star being the foreign and unaware of the new world magicalprincess. It was easy to enjoy her crazy shenanigans while Marco tried to teachher about his home. And it was funny because well, we all know a fountain it’snot a monster, so it was enjoyable how Star kept mistaken familiar stuff X)By switching to Mewni, well, we ended being the foreigners and, it wasn’t thatcharming to me cause I don’t know anything about dragon cycles and it’s logicaleverything is strange. So Star leading Marco through her world wasn’t as funny asthe opposite. I really thought Mewni eps will not last the two last seasons, butwell.

So inthe topic of the episode, I felt like they went too far with Moon. She’s nowthe one who caused the destruction of Magic… ouch.

Andfor the magic itself… It was really a good idea to wipe out all the magic andmagic beings of all the multiverse to… save a single kingdom?Don’t take me wrong, I wanted Mewni to be safe but why to put the characters tomake that kind of decision? Am I missing something? because that doesn’t looked like a multidimensional threat. For me that was like wiping out all theweirdness of Gravity Falls.

Andthen, when you finish the show and start figuring out things, you notice that,besides the obvious ones, they wiped out characters like Spider with a top hatthat actually had complete episodes in the series… and they didn’t even saygood bye or anything. 

My poor boy :(

That’s messy. Am I supposed to laugh at the MHC dead on atable? I mean, I don’t know, I would prefer a different resolution. Good thingabout it? It made Toffee interesting again, cause… he won.

Surprise indeed u.u…

Characterswe used to like as Kelly, ended severed from their friends’ dimensions withoutknowing what happened at all. Sounds a bit selfish…

Anyway you know?Personal theory that would sound like denial but after all that, I think magicis not gone completely. Maybe they referred to “magic you can control”, becauseraw magic still exist it seems. How can Ponyhead fly and sparkle? Please don’tcome with “Not magic”, cause dude… How can monsters do their things like Globgoraugmenting his size?

Yes, maybe it’s“just a plothole” but the thing is there, isn’t it? ^ ^

Continuing, Idon’t think I like completely the Earth + Mewni fusion but it’s interestingenough. Wonder how both worlds will manage.

That’s something…

Nice things aboutthe ep? Well, first one is we got Star and Marco together. I was hoping we willnot get a “And they lived separated for the sake of one kingdom” ending, and wedidn’t get that! ^ ^

Yeah, I will rantagain about it not happening way before but just in the two last episodes… butheck, I’m looking at the bright side here :3

Pretty much,every bit I liked was Starco related, like them both running at each other. Idunno if I’m more trash than I thought or the rest of the stuff wasn’t sointeresting.

Oh, oh! The lastJanna moment was endearing. I love when they give presumably one note characters theirdevelopment moments. It was nice to see her worried episodes before about notbeing able to help and how she uses her snarky attitude to avoid herself fromunwanted situations. Also it was nice to see her opening to Marco and telling himhe’s her friend. I would be pissed if she ended being just the “LOL Janna iswacky, she always pwned Marco” and that was all. It was nice. I would like tosee her after that tho. Last moment we saw her was when faking her dead.

Talking aboutthat, I feel like the ending lacked closing for many characters/stuff. It letmany stuff unanswered. It can be a nice thing. Maybe we will have some comicafter this just like GF did? I just hope, if they do, we can have a completething and not a cancelled one like past comics. I was left waiting for therest!

Okay, I don’tthink this is the kind of rant you were waiting for, since it’s a bit harsh onthe ending, but I love the series and I wanted something different and a bitless rushed.

Lately, I’vefeeling many endings don’t completely fulfill my expectations and I’ve beenthinking if it’s because we fans build upso much said expectations and I will never like an ending anymore but aftera while, I think it’s not the case. I sure think that as much as I enjoyed theeps while watching, they can be much better. Maybe writers are training inmaking endings since before we didn’t even have them :P

Again, it’s nice to have another ending. We will miss the series and I think I need to say congrats to the people who completely liked the ending. You got all what you were waiting for ^ ^

Well, I thinkthat’s all, at least for now. I know this topic has so much to talk about butlet’s stop here since I’ve written so much. We have Starco anyway :D

Canon Starco :D No kiss…? Oh well ^ ^