#at least 5 people would go if they put a statue of him next to the ogopogo statue

[malcolm-reeds-pineapple]

Listen Jonas Quinn from Kelowna is such a normal fucking person. That is not an alien! That is a man in his early 20s from Kelowna, British Colombia, Canada, who gives longboard tours of Ogopogo sightings around the Okanagan!

[ladykailitha]

Batshit Soulmates: Epilogue

Here it is. The end of an era. I struggled mightily with this one because I was so focused on canon that I forgot that I'm a writer and I can do what I want.

Once I got over myself the story just flowed so well it was done in two weeks.

But as I said last week, I'm a little mean to you in this. Spoiler under the cut.

In Medias Res| Prologue|Pt 1|Pt 2|Pt 3|Pt 4|Pt 5|Pt 6|Pt 7|Pt 8| Pt 9|

This ends the way season four does only with all the allies together not just some of them.

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Nancy, Robin, and Dustin all returned to Steve’s house to make sure Eddie was safe.

Steve told Eddie that his uncle knew he was alive and would get into contact soon.

Eddie nearly cried in relief. “Thank you, Stevie.”

Then a car pulled up at that exact moment. Then of all things a pizza truck. Steve pushed Eddie into a nearby bathroom and looked out the window.

Out of the pizza truck hopped out both Byers boys, Mike, and the driver, a long haired native boy in a Hawaiian shirt. Then Joyce, Murray, and a very much alive Hopper exited the car.

And Steve’s heart nearly burst. He quickly ushered them all inside. His street had a lot of empty houses since the earthquake, the rich having somewhere else to go, but he didn’t trust the ones that remained.

Everyone was hugging everyone else. Jonathan and Nancy, El and Hopper. Joyce and Will. Everyone was safe. Max and the Sinclairs weren’t there, but they were safe too.

Robin, Steve and Eddie on the sidelines feeling happy that they were all reunited at last.

The first thing everyone did was tell their stories. El started, then the Byers, then Joyce and Murray, Hopper next, Steve and Dustin, then Nancy and Robin.

There was just so much to do.

“He’s still alive,” El said, “I couldn’t kill him. He hurt Max and I couldn’t leave her. I couldn’t leave her and the bastard survived.”

Joyce scooped her up into her arms and rocked her back and forth, gently. “You did the right thing, sweetheart. Max is alive because of you.”

“We’re going to have to find a place to stash Hopper and El until this blows over,” Nancy said. “They can’t stay here, it’s already a risk with Eddie being here. But at least with him, Steve can claim truemate status.”

The heads of all the people who hadn’t been in Hawkins turned to Steve in shock.

“Eddie is your truemate?” Mike wailed. He sat down and put his head in his hands. “Of course he is. Fuck that makes too much sense.”

Steve could only agree, honestly.

Eddie put his arm around his waist and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I didn’t think so at first, but clearly the universe is smarter than we are.”

Dustin scoffed. “I think that could be said for most of the universe’s population, too.”

Both Eddie and Steve knocked off his hat together.

Robin cackled. “Hey, kids. If Steve’s the mom, then you all have a new step-dad!”

Joyce and Hopper chuckled but everyone else groaned.

Nancy tapped her foot irritated. “Can we get back on to the topic at hand, namely finding a place to put Hopper and El so the government doesn’t find them?”

“My cabin is in pretty shit shape,” Hopper admitted. “But I think if we all work together, we can make it livable again for me and Jane.”

Steve nodded. “That should work. No one found El when she was there before, so they should be safer there.”

“Just not everyone show up at once,” Joyce warned. “Too many people coming and going will alert others.”

Everyone agreed, but as they piled out of Steve’s house the sky lit up in red storm clouds. Ash fell upon Hawkins and ground trembled.

Everyone stopped on Steve’s lawn looking up at the sky, knowing Vecna had finally made his move.

The Upside Down was bleeding into the top world.

The war had begun.

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[sluttyhollow]

It's cuffing season, And all the girls are leaving to get a big boy, I need a big boy, I want a big boy...

Toshinori Yagi (All Might) x black f!gn!reader

warnings: size kink, rough sex, short reader, oral (f+m recieving), brat reader (reader won't submit without a fight ), dom all might, pre all for one fight (beef cake toshi), fem bodied reader with gn pronouns, full Nelson, mirror sex, unprotected sex (use condoms kids), little fluff and aftercare, use of baby/ little one/ brat, reader gets picked up (Toshi weighs at least 400lbs in muscle form he can pick you up), reader has a time suspension quirk

Notes: somewhat proofread, reader is descriptively black! But y’all feel free to read if you want 🤷🏽‍♀️

It's not even that you were small, just a little on the shorter side. At least compared to normal people you were just short but compared to him... Well he made you look and feel small because everything about him was so big...

Walking next to your man you always wondered what people thought about the two of you, not that you cared or would change anything but he was standing 7 feet tall body made of pure muscle compared to your 5 foot frame. Plus his hero status and the fact that you were obviously a foreigner, with brown skin and textured hair, you two probably made quite the sight.

Never the less, though it made things like kissing and dancing harder, there benefits of being with a man this big extended far past safety and comfort.

The first being how effortlessly he held your thrashing body into the bed. Arms pinning your thighs flat to the bed adding just enough weight to them to prevent you from running from the assault his tongue was giving to your pussy. You were useless against everything he was giving you and fuck he just kept giving you more.

Gripping the two peaks of his hair and trying to pull his head away from your body proved to be even more of a pitiful attempt. He simply moved one big arm across both of your legs and the other one made its way to your hands gripping both in one hand before pulling his self from his meal to look you in the eyes

"You'll Keep still for me won't you, behave, be a good little baby for me and take what I'm giving you"

You were never one for listening to Toshi, it's not that you didn't respect him, he was All Might for fucks sake, but something about him asking you for something made you want to tell him no. Tell him to make you, make him make you. You couldn't help it, he was always so nice and warm, like a teddy bear even when he was fighting dangerous villains he was always smiling. You just really needed to work that smile of his face sometimes. So you did what you do best,

"No" which followed with you squirming more to break free of the hold he currently held you in. Wiggling your lower half trying to scoot further up the bed which ended up putting your pussy right back in his face. Smile still plastered across his face he nipped the side of your thigh those blue eyes fixing you with a pointed look that said behave or else, before he dove face first back into his meal. When he felt like you weren't going to thrash around anymore you felt the arm holding your legs back move and two thick fingers begin to poke at your hole. Licking a strip from the bottom to your clit he kept his tongue working there while his fingers finally slipped in to start working you open for him. He was just too good, the thickness of his fingers and the way his tongue was working against your clit you felt your first, of many to come, orgasm creeping upon you. Before you could peak completely, you shoved your foot in Toshi's face kicking him back from your body just slightly enough to break contact.

A deep sigh ran through the man before he fixed those blues on you again "I thought I told you to be good little one" still smiling though those eyes were starting to harden into something a little more dangerous, a little more feral. A clicking of his tongue could be heard before you were being drug off the bed by your ankles which were quickly thrown over his shoulders as he stood up with you dangling from his neck like a necklace. A low chuckle leaving his mouth before he shoved his face back between the pillows of your legs and resumed his task, this time with much more vigor. Biting your lip to hold every noise he was pulling out of you in, your muscles kept rapidly contracting as he pushed you into your orgasm. Mind going blank as white noise filled your ears you barely managed to hold the deep moan your body wanted to release within your throat. Mouth opening in a silent scream.

“Tsk” large arms wrapping to release the hold your ankles had formed around his neck before gripping your waist and unceremoniously dropping you back on to the bed. Gaining your whereabouts, you opened your eyes to see Toshi standing above you, arms crossed, eyes squinted just a tiny bit and that smile of his starting to drop into something much more akin to a smirk

“I asked you to behave little one and here you are finding another way to disobey me” his hands reached down to pull his shirt over his head revealing his perfectly toned upper half to you before undoing his belt buckle and sliding his both his pants and underwear down in one motion. Springing free and standing at rapt attention his dick was now right in front of you. Intimidating in its size and girth with a flushed red tip that was leaking the smallest drops of pre from it.

Which bought you to number 2.5 his dick was so big and so pretty you just couldn’t help but develop an affinity for having it in your mouth whenever you could.

“Come here little one” this time you moved without much of a fuss, for now at least, lest he stop you from putting him in your mouth. Dropping to your knees in front of him you wrapped one of your hands around his base and placed the other one firmly on his thigh. Opening your mouth just wide enough to let your tongue out you started kitten licking the length of his shaft that your hand wasn’t covering. Running them rough surface if your tongue across his tip a few times you ducked in between your lips before letting it slide into your mouth causing Toshi to groan above you. Grabbing either side of your head he held you still letting you continue your exploration of his length with your mouth. It was a pa to you already knew well but continued to traverse as new territory every time.

“Look at my sweet baby, feels so good having that mouth around me” his words causing you to moan around him. Losing yourself in the feeling of him on your taste buds you had been gradually speeding up your ministrations causing Toshi to start bucking into your mouth to meet your movements. He was getting close, coupious amounts of your combined mixture leaking through the cracks in your pretty lips making a few groan rack through his body. Not wanting to release himself just yet, he made to pull you off of him only to realize you’d used your quirk on him, temporarily suspending his movements. Moving from between his hands and pushing his thick cock further down your throat until your nose grazed the blonde hair spread across his abdomen. You kept your head there barely moving away before coming back down. Toshis moans growing deeper and his breathing breaking into a rapid staccato before you felt his cum shooting fast and hot down your throat. You quickly released your quirk allowing him to grab your hair and yank you back causing the rest of his milky seed to paint the pretty brown skin of your face.

“Insolent little brat” opening your eyes that had fallen closed you noticed that you’d gotten what you initially wanted, Toshis smile was gone. Blue eyes cutting through you with lustful rage, teeth bared as if he was geared to attack at any second. “I let you get away with it all night, gave you chance after chance to be good for me but you just couldn’t do that for me could you” a big hand grabbing your cheeks, squishing them between two large fingers and shaking your head no for you. “I even gave you a treat that you didn’t deserve and you took advantage of it baby” the last word falling out of his mouth with a coo before you were once again lifted from the ground. Your back hit his chest, his arms coming to fold your legs to your chest before his hands were interlocked firmly behind your head. In the time it took him to set you up, he’d also moved to stand right in front of the custom wall length mirror on the far side of the room.

“Look at yourself, now”

Your eyes quickly shot up meeting his through the glass and letting a moan drip out from the sight of yourself. Spread open for his viewing your leaky sex on display front and center. Your face every bit of sinful and his matched perfectly and Cock standing at attention right below the globes of your ass

“How pitiful, you’ve gotten so quiet” he leaned his head right next to your ear before whispering “lose your will to fight that fast baby” chuckling lowly before moving to impale you on him.

Which bought you to number 3 and 4. He always filled you so well, so perfectly and fucked you so good you couldn’t disobey him for the next few days even if you wanted to. Broke you down so pleasantly you would have to listen to his every word so he could put you back together.

“Toooshiii fuuck I’m sorry” head lulling back against his sweat covered chest, eyes flittering closed half way. The words were barely audible over the incessant wet smacking of him against you. The flushed red of his cock looked so pretty nestled between the pink of your inner lips, sliding in and leaving a trail of semi translucent slick across his length as he came back out, a little white ring forming around his base.

“There’s my good little baby, taking me so well, being so good for me” his words of praise for your finally obedient behavior causing you to clench down around him harder pushing you closer to your next orgasm. Feeling the change, he released his hands from behind your head, moved one arm to the front to hold your legs up, forearm falling just across the space between your neck and collar bone. The other hand snaked it’s way to your clit rubbing quick circles into the little nub causing you to arch your back and release on of the sexiest moans he had ever heard

“Come for me, now” And you did, squirting covering your thighs and his hand as it dripped down to cover your ass increasing the sound of wet skin slapping

“So fucking good for me, I’m going to use you to cum okay, just sit there and take it for me” adding just the slightest bit more strength to his thrust, he continued to fuck up into you before he finally released himself into you. It was so good and so much, another perk of having such a big man taking care of you. Filling your womb and belly satiating the remaining desire inside you and leaving you all too satisfied. Once you both started breathing at temporal rhythm again, he slid himself out of you, a fat glob of his cum sliding out with him staining the floor, and laid you across the bed. He momentarily walk away to grab the necessities to clean you up before sliding clean underwear on you both and climbing in bed and pulling you beside him.

Which bought you back to the beggining. He was so soft even with planes of muscle that one he wrapped you in his arms, your were falling asleep soon after. Whispering a barely audible thank you to your man before tapping out completely while he planted barely there kisses across your face.

[cinnamonest]

Yandere twst - Kalim Al-Asim

Taking this as an opportunity to talk about my BOY my LOVE my ANGEL

I'm making not quite a profile but more of a general HCs post? This is similar to the one I did for Floyd, will probably make more in the future

Also Prefect!Darling because it just makes sense here I suppose, but prior to book 5, and pretend Grim is just... off doing his own thing

For once I'm doing a dubcon/consensual/semi consensual up until a point because I like the dynamic of "I liked you initially and agreed to a consensual relationship at first but now you're going too far and freaking me out" which I feel is a dynamic I don't touch on often enough so I'm changing that  >:3

//dubcon, yandere, alcohol consumption/one-sided drunk sex, dark content, fem darling, impreg mentions

Also go follow @inkblot22 !!

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You can't really go a long time on campus without knowing of Kalim. Not necessarily knowing him personally, but knowing of him, seeing him, hearing people mention him, being generally aware of him. Even if it weren't for his housewarden status, his personality and outgoingness tends to make him a well-known individual. Not to mention the degree to which he goes out of his way to meet people. Every time he sees a person he doesn't know, he usually takes the time to engage with them, and will at least know their name and face by the time the conversation ends.

Said encounter can be jarring; after all, you'll just be minding your business when some stranger comes bounding over with a startlingly loud voice and bright eyes and more energy than a wind turbine. If you're not the sort to be inclined to conversation with people you barely know, it's that much worse, although he can really tire out even the most extroverted of people anyway.

But that's the sort of person he is, that's what everyone else says, that's what you witness early on, so, you wouldn't think much of it, give it no real thought.

Not that he's a particularly self-aware person himself. He's prone to following whims and impulses, not stopping to think about the implications and meanings nor the consequences nor the way his actions and words will be perceived.

Your reaction to his presence is like that of most people -- a little bit overwhelmed by his energy, but the fact that he's so sincere and warm-hearted makes it impossible to really dislike him.

However, very early on, you do end up having to deal with his energy quite a bit, after you manage to get assigned some sort of project together, one random day during class. But still, it's not something you think much of. If anything, you're mostly just glad that it's someone you've already met, and that you got put with a rather genial person, when it could have been an unpleasant person. He's already talking rapidly about his vision for said project by the time you leave that day, so you exchange numbers, agree to meet the next day, and return to your own dorm.

It's a small project. Doesn't take too long, you just meet after class two days in a row, but each time, you leave totally exhausted. He's just so loud and so high-energy, it drains you. Still, who are you to complain? He's too sweet to be upset about it. Besides, it's just for a few days. Although he's quite talkative in general, you seem to really trigger a positive reaction in him when you casually inquire about something he's wearing, which then turns into a few questions about his homeland, out of pure curiosity. His eyes seem to light up, and he gets very enthusiastic talking all about it, seemingly pleased that you would want to know. A fairly normal interaction, and you're glad it seemed to make him so happy.

He seems to bond with you over that event, even though you didn't think you really got to know each other that well or anything. Regardless, he now comes to sit beside you in that class each day. Not that you mind. Even if he has so much energy, he's forced to be fairly quiet and still during the class itself (although he still does try to talk to you, which has resulted in the professors having to tell him to be quiet on multiple occasions).

You don't mind, either, when he begins to seek you out for lunches, and after class.  In fact, he quickly endears himself to you. It just happens naturally, he's good at doing so without intending to. How could you not like him, really? Sure, he can be loud and a bit overbearing, but he's so sweet and friendly and genial. He makes for a good friend, and you're rather grateful to have another familiar face and someone to rely on in the enigma of a situation you've found yourself in with this whole place. He gets along well with pretty much anyone he talks to as well, so you don't have to worry about him not mingling well with whoever else you might have with you or be talking to.

All in all, you think very little of his presence. He doesn't stand out to you or hold any greater significance to you than any of the other people you've become acquainted with.

...But that gradually begins to change. Not by any will of your own, but rather, because he essentially forces his way into omnipresence in your life.

He nearly gives you a heart attack the first morning you groggily make your way out the front door of Ramshackle just to be met with him standing right there. Yawning and sleepy, but still smiling. His walk to class takes him right by here anyway, figured he should start waiting for you!

It's a bit too much for your comfort, but such a thing aligns with the person you've come to know him to be, and really, it's a very considerate and kind gesture, isn't it? It may be a bit overbearing, but he has such good intentions, and what kind of person would be ungrateful for someone's kindness like that? In fact, you're rather pleasantly surprised he would consider you to be on such a level of friendship despite not having known each other all that long. Thus, you do your best to smile back and thank him for the gesture. It's not like it's a long walk to class anyway.

It becomes a fast routine. He's there in the mornings. He's there when classes let out for the lunch period, he manages to find you in the halls and get a few minutes of conversation in during the time between classes whenever possible. He's there at the end of the day, usually he keeps inviting you to the pop music club (or rather, the chatting and hangout spot that takes place in what's supposed to be the pop music club). But once more, you're grateful for the company and opportunity to become acquainted with others, and it's not like it takes that much time. He always bids you farewell at the end of the club's designated time, so, you get to then go home to your more tranquil dorm environment. Tiring, yes, but you don't dislike the time you spend with them at all, they're very pleasant to be around.

Likewise, although you might have had a nice relaxing evening at home planned, you gladly accept the extension of hospitality and gesture of kindness by saying yes to the invitation to come by the Scarabia dorm. Apparently they all have big dorm-wide social events on Friday nights and Saturday nights where everyone sits around and eats and drinks and talks. It's very pleasant. Again, another very tiring ordeal, but everyone is so upbeat and friendly with you, and you do have fun each time you go. Which starts off being every now and then, and quickly becomes each week. Not that he keeps asking, but rather, he seems to start assuming you'll come, mentioning later tonight or when you get there in conversation and the like.

It's nice. It's a kind gesture. It's something you should be thankful for. But... it's just getting to be more than you can handle.

One Friday in particular, as you walk out of class and back towards the dorms, serves as a bit of a breaking point. You hate to hurt his feelings or anything, but you're utterly exhausted from a rather rough week. You feel a twinge of frustration when he starts talking about the upcoming night as per usual, which would now be in just a matter of a few hours.

You take a deep breath.

Actually, Kalim...

You tell him in the nicest way you can, that you're very, very tired, and don't think you have the energy to be interacting with a bunch of people, in those exact words. You brace yourself to feel a little guilty at his disappointment.

But no, he just smiles. That's fine! Don't worry. You go on ahead and go back to your dorm, and he'll be back in just a little while.

You nod. Oh, thank y--

Wait.

You pause, start to question, but when you tilt your head up, he's already run off, rushing back to his own dorm.

...'be back'?

You don't like the implications of that wording. Still, you groggily shuffle your way back to your dorm, not bothering to undress for the day, seeing as you have a feeling you won't be left alone... at least you get about half an hour of rest in before he comes barging into Ramshackle without so much as a warning knock.

Carrying what appears to be containers of food. Can't let you go hungry! Besides, you're tired, so you probably wouldn't have the energy to make any for yourself, so he just picked up some of the food that was being made for the event.

You stand quiet and still for a few moments, taking it all in, but manage to stutter out some thanks as you take it out of of his hands. Was he just coming to drop that off, or...?

Apparently not. As he wanders over and plops down on your couch (still talking, although you're too tired to even really process what he's saying), it becomes clear he's not going anywhere.

At first, you feel a bit of frustration, but then again, you do like him, he's fun to be around, and he went out of his way to be so helpful to you... when you think about it like that, you feel a bit guilty for even being frustrated in the first place. Besides, he's more calm and less loud when it's just the two of you, and not a full crowd, so it should be easier. You end up talking a while about nothing in particular, and at the end of the night (when after quite a few attempts to hint that you're very tired, he finally seems to get it and heads home), you find that you were glad he did that for you.

Yes, you're very grateful for the companionship. You become more and more used to him and his ways with time, anyway, as the days go on, as you spend more and more time together, and as he starts sitting next to you with each class.

He tends to invade your personal space a bit, but as with everything else, it's well-intentioned and you can't be too upset about it. He tends to forget his textbook as a regular occurrence, and so you end up sharing one, moving the chairs closer to meet in the middle so you can both look over it better. He's very upbeat and lively as always throughout the classes, especially at the 8 a.m. class, when you're really, really not quite mentally ready to deal with his energy just yet... but you manage.

He becomes more affectionate over time, too. Some of his affectionate intentions tend to backfire, though. Namely, gifts. It's a default way of his to try and earn people's favor, although that end is more subconscious -- he mostly just likes giving gifts because he likes getting praise and thanks and seeing people in awe and happy.

Kalim has very little concept of monetary value besides "more expensive = better = more affection points from recipient," so predictably, he just tends to think of gifts and then purchase the most expensive version of that thing that he can. Bonus points if it's truly a one-of-a-kind sort of thing -- no, this isn't just "a" gemstone, it's the only one specifically worn by this person or present at this historical event, and he just so happened to call home and convince his parents to have it extracted from the museum and turned into something for you instead! Neat, right?

He fails to realize that this might be more unpleasant for some people who might feel overwhelmed or guilty or pressured by such an act, as you quickly become. You can't even wear it all every day, seeing as you soon have three, four, five, and so on of the pieces he gives you, and you can only wear one at a time. And just the thought of having it makes you nervous... what are you supposed to do with a piece of jewelry that costs as much as a house? Obviously you wear it, but it almost feels wrong to just set it on the nightstand when you take it off... and what happens if you lose it? Ugh.

He's very touchy, too. The closer you get to him socially, the touchier he gets. It starts off as grabbing you by the wrist or an arm over your shoulder, but quickly progresses to leaning on you, wrapping arms around you, and so on, the more you get to know him. You grind your teeth and put up with it for a while, telling yourself it's not bad enough that it's worth the awkwardness of asking him to stop. Besides, he means well, you know that... and on top of that, maybe it's a cultural difference? You're not really familiar with Scalding Sands social and interpersonal norms or anything. Yeah, that's probably it.

All of it gradually manifests into a more pressing matter. The more attentive to you he becomes, the closer to you he gets, the more time you spend together -- it becomes more and more clear that he has feelings and intentions that venture beyond the platonic.

You suppose you should have prepared for that possibility, but still, you don't want to rush to conclusions or make assumptions, so at first, you take the small indicators into account, but give the benefit of the doubt. It becomes more difficult to do so, though, the more affectionate he becomes. You're pretty sure it's not very normal to give so many gifts, to spend so much time together, to be so touchy, if not for some deeper intention, conscious or not.

But that would be alright, wouldn't it? Maybe you should give it a chance. You can't see why not, can't think of any reason in particular it would be a bad idea or anything, other than maybe his high energy, which you're sure you could work with.

You never initiate or say anything about it, you decide to sort of leave the matter up in the air so to speak, but you don't resist or discourage him. You decide that the approach you'll take is that if something develops, that's fine, and if not, that's fine too. You just leave any initiative matters up to him.

As for him, despite his tendencies to be rather dense, he actually has no trouble recognizing the feeling he has for what it is, doesn't go through that stage that some equally dense individuals go through where they don't understand what they feel or why. Probably because his parents keep hounding him about getting married. People of his class standing tend to get married exceptionally young, you see. So he's been more or less raised to have that on his mind. Not to mention, he's not really easily embarrassed, so the natural shyness most people have on matters of that nature just doesn't come to him.

However, there's a distinct lack of a critical element found in virtually and literally anyone else: Kalim has no fear of rejection.

Not because he's overly-confident or has thought it through, but because the very concept does not occur to him.

It's one part of a much, much bigger, more significant issue, one that you haven't quite realized the severity of just yet. In fact, it's a major part of the reason he's always so good-natured, the reason you never see him mad. It's because, for most of his life, he has almost never, ever, been told one specific word.

'No.'

The thought of something not going the way he wants it to just... doesn't really cross his mind.

He's never really been told no on something he truly wants. Minor details have to be changed? Sure. Being made to compromise on insignificant things? Yeah, plenty of times. But there is a simple set of rules his parents and servants have always abided by. If he really wants something unrealistic, try and present alternatives or persuade him against it, sure, that's fine. But if he rejects both of those things, if he insists a third time that he wants something and will not take an alternative, it's easier to just let him have whatever he wants.

And if it is something one of its kind, an obtainable thing that can be had by only one, then he will be the one to have it. Simple as. And when it comes to being friends or people being around him or just being able to spend time with someone, he has almost never been told he can't have what he wants.

Consequently, on the rare occasion he's told "no," it just... goes in one ear and out the other. He doesn't get mad, no, it's like his brain simply refuses to process the word, the idea that he truly, absolutely cannot have what he wants. It's like a computer going to an error screen. His smile doesn't break for a second. He'll usually just misinterpret what the other party means, or assume it's due to a certain condition that must be met. Rarely does he ever have to hear a steadfast, resounding, firm "no."

Besides, as far as he's aware, you've shown no negative reactions towards anything he does, so he has no reason to think about that anyway.

It just all sort of lines up perfectly in his head. In fact, in his mind, he would already consider you to be "together" in an "official" sense, even if you've never actually spoken of it. After all, you've never turned him away, right? That's basically the same thing. Still, there's supposed to be like, steps to these sorts of things, you escalate various stages of relationships and all.

And that is about to open a world of problems.

One of the major issues you encounter with Kalim is a lack of emotional, social maturity. He's not particularly considerate. Well, rather, he bounces back and forth. He'll be very considerate in the sense that he's always thinking of you, always getting things for you and trying to make you happy in various ways. However, when he wants something, he has a tendency to think of no one besides himself. He's not so much intentionally inconsiderate or anything, so much as he just... doesn't think. He wasn't raised to really ever consider other people. All those basic life lessons about sharing, compromising, doing what someone else wants to do even if you don't really want to because they're your friend, to consider what the other person might want or feel before acting, and so on that most people learn from their parents as kids? He never got any of that.

Similarly, he's never really been taught that sometimes, one must supress their own whims and feelings and desires in the moment, that sometimes it's best to do what someone else wants. Again, this isn't malicious; if anything it's done with good intentions and a happy heart. He just doesn't stop to consider anything other than what he wants, when he wants it, however inconvenient it may be for anyone or everyone else.

And most importantly, he's never been taught to stop and consider that just because he wants to do something with someone, the other person might not want to.

There's another issue, then, regarding that. See, he's also rarely been scolded or reprimanded for how he chooses to do things, how he goes about his decisions and actions. He's never really stopped to consider how things he does might harm other people. This all amounts to an issue, one that would perhaps shock people. His moral compass isn't... fully intact.

Not to be misunderstood -- he's naturally benevolent and sweet, yes, but he's also never really been in a position where he even wanted to do anything really bad. That is to say, he's naturally inclined to doing good, but people might be shocked to learn that if he wants something, he might -- without really even being aware of it -- take jarringly unethical measures to do so.

He just doesn't perceive it as selfish. Doesn't realize it might hurt someone. Again, he has the best of intentions, and he would hate to have learned he's done something that hurt someone, but he doesn't stop for a second to contemplate whether or not he should be acting on his impulses and urges and desires beforehand, he has no foresight.

He thinks about it very logically, though, on his end. Usually, people are hesitant to do things that might be embarrassing or that they may not be comfortable with yet. But he doesn't consider that roundabout ways of coercion to get someone to do something out of their current realm of comfort might be wrong -- no, he just sees it in a practical way.

So it's easy. He has a very helpful tool at his disposal.

You're well aware by now that every time the dorm gets together, they tend to drink. He's not a true alcoholic or anything, no, more like just the kind of kid that likes to party hard and black out on weekends. Scalding Sands has its own variants of strong liquors, and as with any country, there are certain regions of the nation known for being home to heavy drinkers. Yes, it's true you're not technically supposed to have alcohol on campus, but exceptions can be made for uh... cultural traditions. The administration just doesn't need to know about how those weekend night social events are also home to drinking competitions, and it'll be fine.

Alcohol is a very practical tool, in a social setting. It helps people loosen up, makes them less nervous. Lowers their inhibitions. Their "true" self often comes out. And most importantly, they're easily persuaded. This is frequently used, thus, to ensure transparency in gatherings between high-status individuals.

You've normally declined in the past, instead choosing to sit back and watch everyone else get wasted... but you just need encouragement. You notice, the next time you go over, just how heavily he's pushing it on you. You have to try this, it's the something-something or another, only available from this one particular small town in the middle of nowhere and takes a hundred years before it's served, etc etc, that sort of thing.

If you're too resistant, eventually he just ends up more or less forcing it on you, pushing it into your hands so you instinctively grasp so it won't fall and moving away before you can try and get him to take it back. And if that doesn't work, he can just get you other drinks that have alcohol very well-masked by other strong flavors and either hot or frozen to somewhat mask the burn, getting you to drink a large amount in a very short time. If all else fails, feeding you incredibly spicy food and ensuring the nearest available drink is high-content always works.

Even without inebriating substances involved, he's loud and sociable and bubbly and pushy — the former traits help him to exercise the last without consequence. When you're mean, of course, people will react negatively to being pushy, but when you're nice, when you're a sweet energetic person? They oblige more often. So when it's forced upon you, you eventually reluctantly agree. You're a bit confused by the sudden pushiness, but it will be alright... you imagine. You end up saying something about how you don't feel great, that your head hurts. You keep leaning over on him, resting your head on his shoulder. The other students are so loud and rambunctious. Your eyebrows furrow and you shake your head as you ask if you can go find a quieter spot.

Oh, that works perfectly then. Don't even have to convince you to go.

Intentionally getting you intoxicated might sound bad, might seem like the sort of thing a scummy person would do... to a normal person. To him, though, it's just a very logical means to a well-thought-out plan. Even if, for a split second, the notion did strike him that it might not be the most ethical choice, he still won't think of it as that bad. If he really wants something, any means to obtain it will be rationalized as okay one way or another.

And if he can't justify it? He just ignores it. He is entirely capable of simply shutting his brain down and completely blocking out the realization of something being wrong. In fact, he essentially just does so automatically, so it's not really shutting his brain down, so much as just acting without taking into account any ethics in the first place, essentially never turning his brain on. It's not really even so much convincing himself, nor feigning ignorance, it's that he can quite literally close his mind to any thoughts of the deeper consequences and significance of anything he's doing. Not to mention, he's not entirely sober himself, so it's basically mutual inebriation.

Besides, you're really cute like this! Stumbling around and all, you keep asking where you're going. Thankfully it's easy to slip away unnoticed, and his room isn't that far either. You mumble some thanks for letting you lay down.

You curse yourself in your head for allowing yourself to get so bad. Your limbs feel all loosened up, you feel warm and somewhat tired. There's still perhaps some faint alarm bells going off in your head, that you probably shouldn't be doing this, and should probably ask to be taken back to Ramshackle instead, but that seems so far away, you don't want to take the effort.

You're jolted out of your spacey thoughts by the mattress shifting. When did you sit on the bed? Eh... no big deal.

But you're aware of the tension, even in your current state. Yeah, when you think about it, although it doesn't carry the sense of offense and disbelief you might have felt if in a clearer state of mind, you can put two and two together, you know exactly what he wants.

It does strike you as an immediate poor decision. You do like him, but you'd normally not rush into something like that, nor would doing it like this be the best idea.

But hey, maybe it will help? Or so says your compromised mind. He's a teenage boy and all, maybe if he gets what he wants he'll actually calm down a little. Maybe he'll lose part of his infatuation too. That's normal, isn't it? People really want to obtain some sort of "prize," but after obtaining it they stop being so pushy and obsessive to get it. He could stand to calm down a bit with how intense he is towards you.

And besides, maybe it's just the mood, maybe you did drink a bit too much, but it can't make things worse, right...?

Your mind seems to suspend the thought. You're not sure what conclusion you would come to, because the next thing you know, you're grimacing as the sunlight hits your eyes through the window quite unpleasantly.

Wait.

You piece things together. The arm looped around your body, pulling you close, the heavy, slow breathing in your ear. And the soreness speaks for itself.

You do remember things, as you start to try to recall. It was kind of like a puppy that's been made to sit and wait for a treat, finally getting the go-ahead to gobble it up. You don't remember too much of the event, but you do remember the entire bedframe rocking back and forth from the sheer force you were being jackhammered with.

You don't remember anything he might have said. You don't remember anything you might have said.

You spend a while laying in bed, contemplating your life choices... but you can smell alcohol on him too, so it's not like it was intentionally planned or anything. The very notion is immediately dismissed -- you're certain he wouldn't do that. Still, you'll have to just try and deal with the initial awkwardness and embarrassment that inherently comes when people sleep together and then have to acknowledge and address it the next morning, and move on from here. Not the best way to start a relationship, but not the worst. And you're certain it will work out alright.

It is awkward, at least for you. You get the sense he's quite happy, though, doesn't seem to have any negative reaction or even surprise when you nudge him awake. There is that sort of inherent embarrassing nature to the matter, some awkward chuckles and sheepishness from him, but you can tell he's content. You manage to muster out the uncomfortable question that you feel does need to be confirmed -- so... you're okay with this... continuing, right?

He seems almost perplexed by it, smile dropping to a look of mild confusion. Mm? Aren't you?

You just shake your head, smile, dismiss any concerns with something about how you just wanted to be sure. Yeah... this turned out to not be so bad. He'll probably calm down a lot now. And if it doesn't work out, you're sure you'll stay friends.

...

He does not, in fact, calm down.

If anything, he gets more intense. He still wants you to stay over the next night. You contemplate for a second maybe telling him that it was a bit rushed, maybe you're moving too fast and that maybe you should hold off before you do it again, but... ah, he's so eager, you'd feel bad for disappointing him... and thus, within a while, you find yourself with your thighs and arms wrapped around him again, trying to let go of any discomfort and just enjoy the moment. It's a bit more intimate and vulnerable and all when you have full mental clarity, but you suppose that makes it more endearing, too. Besides, he's so sweet and cuddly afterwards, which helps to alleviate your nerves.

And then, when the next class day rolls around, he wants to walk to class together, as usual... but this time, he grabs your hand, interlaces your fingers. Which is normal. You don't mind at all. Sitting next to each other, talking... all things you were doing already.

You can't help but feel, though, that the intensity has been turned up to some extent. Before, you would at least have a few moments to yourself, he would occasionally give you some semblance of space, would sometimes talk to other people on his own, would sometimes need to take care of something else before coming to talk to you... unlike now.

Now, rather than each of you heading back to your own dorms at the end of the day, he takes the turn to head back to Scarabia... still holding your hand, chattering away. You clear your throat, mention that your dorm is the other way.

Oh, did you need to grab something first?

...Well, spending another night in Scarabia won't hurt, even if it is a night you have school the next day. You just end up grabbing some clothes for the next day.

And then the next day, he does the same. You try to off-handedly mention again, that all your things are in the dorm.

Oh! Right, that. He's been meaning to ask about that! Good thing you brought it up. Your dorm is, you know, a bit dilapidated and all. There's plenty of spare rooms in Scarabia, though, you could just talk to the headmage and he'd probably let you do it!

Oh, aha... maybe....

You manage to change the subject. You're certainly not quite ready for that much just yet. At first, you figure it was just something he was saying as a vague notion, the sort of thing one might say would be nice but have no real intention of following through, or just said as a courtesy. He brings it up more and more often, though, and it soon becomes clear that he's serious, and actually quite adamant about it.

You keep coming up with excuses to get out of the matter. Oh, I went by his office and he wasn't there... Well, I'll have to ask Grim and see how he feels... so on and so on.

Most people might take the hint that you don't really want to and are just being polite... but not Kalim.

No, instead, he figures he might as well just take care of it for you! He has some free time while you're occupied, so, he'll just go to the headmage himself and get it worked out. It's not like he's going to tell him 'no,' right? Some people say the headmage can be a bit particular or stubborn on his decisions, but for him, he'd say that hasn't been his experience. That does tend to happen to him quite a bit, actually, he's pretty sure he just has a talent for making stubborn people more agreeable, for some reason. It's pretty rare for anyone to deny him a request.

You're caught quite off-guard, then, when you come slowly trudging back after a particularly exhausting day and --why are there people in my dorm.

A handful of scarlet-clad students, carrying boxes of your belongings out of the dorm. One very recognizable one in particular standing off to the side, seemingly directing the tasks. You slowly make your way over, slack-jawed and struck silent in bewilderment.

Oh, you're already here! Well, guess what? Crowley said it was fine! He got a quick moving crew together, thankfully didn't need too many people, since you don't have a whole lot of stuff. Wasn't it nice of them to volunteer? Anyway--

You stand there utterly flabbergasted, blinking, sputtering, stammering as you try to think of something to say. You weren't actually expecting him to be so bold as to do it himself... and it's all happening so fast, you end up more or less stiffly standing still and watching it all happen. They're already pretty much done, and carrying all your things back with them. These guys put in the effort to do this, and they're already walking off as you're trying to get out of your stupor, and your exhaustion isn't helping you form the right words.

You just get grabbed by the wrist as per usual before you even can say anything. Anything you might have started to say would be drowned out anyway, as you're now told in rapid speech about how there's already a spare room for you, it's actually next to his own, it's supposed to be for guests and stuff but they'll make a different room the designated guest room so that you can have the one close to him! Nice, right?

He keeps talking. You sputter and try to start speaking a few times, but words fail you. They've already taken everything out, it's too late to ask them to take it back... so, it seems you're stuck.

Well that's... that's....

Okay. That's alright. Maybe it's a bit too much, but... like always, he meant well, right? And this is normal, yeah, you're supposed to learn to tolerate and accept that your partner will sometimes create hassles and issues. So... you can accept this. It's such a nice gesture, it's only polite to accept, isn't it? Besides, you've already been spending most nights there anyway... you can get used to it, yeah.

There are a lot of perks. No ceiling leaks or drafts in the middle of the night. The furniture doesn't have years worth of layers of dust, there's other people around. In truth, it actually helps your mental state to have other people nearby in the evenings, so it's not always just the two of you for hours on end... not that you mind, of course, but sometimes it can get a little... suffocating, without other people.

Now, you can come by the public lounge of the dorm more often too, mingle with the other students in their lounge area. You often take the opportunity to sit and talk with them in the evenings. You start to find that you're somewhat glad you made the transition, as the whole spirit of camaraderie thing, having a small community to live with, is actually rather pleasant.

He thinks it's nice to see you get to interact with all the students in the dorm, too.

...It is nice, isn't it?

It should be. You enjoying yourself and meeting people who are nice to you naturally should induce a good feeling, he should be happy for you.

For some reason, though, it doesn't feel that way.

Instead, he starts to feel kind of sick, nauseous. And some sort of tight, constricting feeling to his chest. Like he can't breathe.

When he's irritated or frustrated, he might get whiny, but it's very easy to tell when he's deeply, truly upset by something: he gets quiet. It's so uncharacteristic that it's immediately noticeable, the lack of his voice and laughter, instead he just sits there, arms folded, eyebrows just barely furrowed as he looks towards the ground, as if perplexed. Still, he wouldn't want to ruin the mood. So even when you turn your head towards him, eyebrows raised as you ask if something is wrong, saying he's not saying much, he manages to smile anyway, say he's tired. Maybe that's true, too, maybe he needs to sleep the feeling off.

Well, if he could sleep in the first place. But instead, that night, he ends up flat on his back in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Barely sleeps the whole night. Keeps looking over at you as you sleep, shifting and wrapping his arms around you tighter and tighter. The burning, gnawing, tight feeling persists. Maybe he ate too much.

But it continues to persist. Well into the next day. He's visibly tired, keeps nodding off in class, eyes slowly closing and head slowly drooping down until he snaps back awake, jerking his head back up, and repeat, over and over. You ask if something is wrong again. He just says he couldn't sleep for some reason, but still gives you a smile. And, of course, immediately takes the opportunity to ask what you want to do later today. No question of if you're free or if you're even up to it.

From that night you first noticed he was oddly quiet and onward, he seems to become more prone to wanting to spend time alone with you. Doesn't spend as much time in the club room, doesn't spend as much time in the lounge with the other students. Instead, you end up just in his room quite often... you get the sense that he's more at ease that way, seems less fidgety.

Besides, it's not as if he has too many moments where he doesn't have the reassurance of your presence. Outside of a few specific classes, you're with him pretty much all day, every day. His lack of consideration resurfaces. He'll drag you around to wherever he feels like going, often not asking before just grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you along. But you're fairly easygoing, and it's not like you don't usually end up enjoying however you spend your time, even if it is dictated to you without any consideration.

You don't have any excuse to go home in the evenings now though, since in his mind, apparently, you should now be spending your nights together. Every waking second. You didn't really think that having spent the night together once really meant you had to start it as a routine, but you don't want to hurt his feelings and all. He does tend to detract from the quality of your studying, though, seeing as he likes to talk quite a bit. Sure, you say you're studying, and he agrees to be quiet... for a few minutes. Then he seems to forget.

Or he might just get a little upset about it. It's rare to see him unhappy, but when he does get sort of frustrated, it manifests as being whiny, demanding your attention. He sighs and hangs his head, pouts if you continue to fail to give him attention.

Hey, come on... you've been going at that forever, I'm right here...

He drags his speech out and raises the pitch of his voice in a rather annoying whine. Not that "forever" is a very long time in reality, it usually only takes about five minutes of your attention not being focused on him that he gets visibly fidgety, and he'll start voicing his feelings regarding your cruel neglect after about ten minutes.

But he's very easy to placate. The moment you turn your attention back to him, give him some pats on the head or sit in his lap and hold him close, he goes back to content smiles and cheerfulness, like a child who finally got his way after being a brat until the parent gives in. At least that makes it easy to manage, so you tell yourself. A lot of your study sessions are now spent with your book on the bed, neck craned to read it as you let him keep a tight embrace around you, nuzzling you throughout the night. Your grades do decrease nonetheless.

In fact, at this point, he practically never takes his hands off of you. Constantly has his arms wrapped around your body, holding you close to him. That same lack of concept of personal space he has, and general social obtuseness, also ties into another issue he has in which he has no shame over excessive PDA. That touchiness and physical clinginess has gotten bad enough that the teachers have had to tell him it's inappropriate for the school environment more than once now. He won't hesitate to hold his arms around you or lean up against you even while talking to others. It's a bit embarrassing, but it's also quite sweet, really. You don't mind, although you do have to tell him to hold back a little bit, if people are looking, or if he's at risk of getting reprimanded by a nearby faculty member again.

That being said... it's nothing compared to the touchiness whenever you're alone.

Kalim has all the sexual eagerness and energy you'd expect from a teenage boy and then some. It can be a bit overwhelming, even.

Granted, you did have to teach him quite a bit, he was rather clueless in the beginning, but he quickly gets over that learning curve.

You're convinced it's all the boy thinks about. Every single opportunity. Even with how physically affectionate he is, even if it starts in a wholesome way, you can always feel his hands wander across your body, just barely resting on the border of what would be completely socially inappropriate in front of others, and the moment everyone else clears out or you leave whatever public space you were in, he takes it like a green light to grope you further. And the moment you get to be truly alone and behind closed doors, you're practically pounced on... not that it's limited to being in the dorms. The club room also works just fine, every now and then when Cater and Lilia just so happen to both be busy with something else. There's still a risk of someone walking by, but he insists it's not that big of a deal.

Even at lunch, in any spare time, whenever they have some form of event or announcement requiring all students to congregate in one room, he's always pressed up to you, always tilts his gaze up and down your figure, always lets his hands brush against your sides or your thighs, like he's about to burst with the extent of urges and excitement he's just barely holding back -- all of which gets unleashed on you at once whenever you do get back to your room for the day. Several times in a row. You're always left sore and spent, gasping for breath, lying flat on your back, drenched in sweat, staring up at the ceiling wondering how on earth it is humanly possible for one boy to be that horny. Even if there's the slightest sliver of opportunity, he'll take it. Truly a one-track mind.

One particular occurrence that quickly becomes habit is how he'll pull you into his lap while sitting cross-legged on the floor and rut into you like that — of course, there's not really a lot of thrusting or in-and-out movement that way, it's more grinding than anything, but it's still good, far more than you'd admit, with the way it grinds the most sensitive spots of your body against his. Besides, having you just perfectly elevated above his own position like that gives the opportunity to suckle on your tits the whole time, too.

And none of it is with asking you, or waiting for any signal of approval or anything. You imagine that, as with everything else, he doesn't consider that. He always seems happy though, always smiling and hugging you tight and talking about something or another while you lay in bed.

The daily cycle repeats and repeats. You do feel a bit more stressed than you used to, sort of... overwhelmed. Suffocated. You try to swallow it down.

Ultimately, this means that while your time is completely consumed by him, the inverse is true as well.

On that note, you do get the sense that Jamil quite appreciates you occupying so much of Kalim's time. The poor man hasn't had this much peace and tranquility in his life from the moment he was born. He certainly seems to encourage it from the beginning, even before you moved in, he would often not so subtly suggest you come by the dorm (please), Kalim really likes having you around, so you could occupy his time for a while (please), and, you know,  keep him out of any antics (PLEASE). He seems to mention it virtually every time you see him, like you're some kind of fallback system he's come to depend on, or how someone might keep a certain toy to give to a kid to keep it distracted and entertained for a while. He doesn't even seem to mind picking up some of the tasks Kalim would otherwise do himself -- you imagine that he can get it done faster and more efficiently on his own, whereas involving the often airheaded housewarden might just cause problems in and of itself. For the most part, he seems to stay out of your way... you imagine he's off enjoying his free time.

However, this does also mean that some of the housewarden duties that Kalim has to be the one to do are getting neglected. Jamil has to occasionally come knocking and tell him to do this or that, because he's been putting it off for days now and the headmage is going to find out and no one wants to have to sort through whatever mess will result if he doesn't get it done. You, of course, usually get dragged into helping with whatever the task at hand is. You've written more than one speech for him now. Admittedly, trying to get any actual work done with Kalim can be incredibly frustrating, as he's so easily distracted. You have to essentially corral him back into getting things done. Okay, we can look at that later, but we have to get this done first, remember? It feels like tutoring a rambunctious kid. Tasks that should reasonably take half an hour take several hours.

But still, with everything you two do together, it's getting more and more isolated, increasingly so. You can't help but notice. Even on the weekends, he often now brings food back to his room and eats with you, rather than going back out to where everyone else is. When you ask, he just says he's kind of tired tonight. Every now and then, he'll have turned his back on you because he was grabbing something or working with something, just for a few seconds, and when he turns around, you're talking to someone... he always comes walking up. Gets very close to you, tries to butt in on the conversation. He's cheery as always, but there's still some unnerving aura to it... or maybe you're just imagining it, so you tell yourself.

On and on it goes.

It's one of those situations that you're consciously aware of, that you know is increasing in intensity, but it does so in just a perfectly gradual way, so that you don't fully realize just how bad it's gotten or how abnormal it really is until it one day just suddenly dawns on you. Where you know you ought to do something, that you can't let this go on and that it can't last forever, but you keep pushing it away by telling yourself it's not that big of a deal and you can ignore it for now -- until you eventually realize that it now is that big of a deal and you can't keep ignoring it.

You're forced to realize it, after one particular occurrence. It's no big deal. Nothing of consequence. You forget to hand in a paper during class, and it thankfully occurs to you just as you're leaving and walking down the halls. Normally, for the very last class, Kalim just heads to the club room and waits for you to get there, since it's the room right next to where he is when classes end (the walk itself is a three-minute period you're quite grateful to have to yourself). So, you're still by yourself when you realize it, almost halfway down the stairs. You turn back, quickly make your way back to the classroom to catch the teacher before he leaves. You exchange a few brief words, just one of those small casual conversations where the teacher asks you if you need anything else, congratulates you on doing well on the last exam, briefly mentions something about an upcoming event day and asks about your plans for it. Small talk. Maybe ten minutes. You bid him farewell. Exit the room.

And are nearly tackled just a few steps out of the room.

There you are!

You lose your balance, would have fallen over if not for Kalim's arms clinging to your body.

Where were you? You didn't show up for a while, he was getting really concerned, and did you not check your phone because he sent you like ten texts the past few minutes and what were you busy with anyway and Lilia kept trying to tell him to stay and wait for you but he couldn't just do that so he came looking for you and found you and now here you are! Ah... don't worry him like that, okay?

You stand there, blinking, slackjawed. O-Okay... Sorry, I--I didn't...

Nah, don't worry, it's all good! He's back to smiling now. He was just super worried, but it's okay, you just forgot to tell him. He forgets stuff all the time, so he gets it. Anyway...

He changes the subject as he turns back to walk back to the club room -- but you can't help but notice the iron grip on your wrist is far tighter than normal, practically dragging you away. You don't really pay much attention to what he's saying. You feel a twisting, heavy sensation in your gut. That in and of itself wasn't particularly bad, but somehow, it seems to make it all come together, it all seems to sort of click with you all at once. Perhaps you were just giving him the benefit of the doubt because he's so sweet, or just ignoring it for the same reason, but you come to the unnerving realization of just how truly abnormal this is. You know it's not normal, and really, not acceptable, not healthy. You start thinking back to things in the past you've just let slide, realizing it probably wasn't the best idea.

You're so overwhelmed, it feels like you're going crazy. He's so nice, he really is, but you just can't take it. You even try saying something about how you need "space," but it goes in one ear and out the other -- he interprets that as not being quite as physically clingy for a few days before going right back to it.

It's from that resolution that, after one long night of sleeplessly mulling it over, you make a mistake: you start to try and avoid him.

Just a little. You figure it can't hurt, he won't notice. You just... try to get a bit of time to yourself. When you don't have a class with him, you rush out the door as soon as the class lets out rather than taking your time when packing up, to ensure he doesn't have time to get there before you exit the room. That way, you can take a few minutes to yourself, walk around campus or sit on a bench and enjoy not having someone breathing down your neck and looking over your shoulder the whole time.

Using the previous event that he got so worked up over as inspiration, you'll say you forgot to turn something in for a teacher and use the excuse to go run off and take a few minutes to sit in a room by yourself, sometimes intentionally "forgetting" to drop it off or turn it in so you can hold out the assignment in question to validate the excuse by him seeing it with his own eyes, avoiding suspicion. Whenever you get a spare moment where he's busy, you'll wander off somewhere he can't find you. Ignore his texts for a few minutes, claim you didn't see it because your phone was on silent for class earlier. Wait for him to come looking for you. Sometimes when the dorm students are all hanging out, you make some excuse to leave -- ah, my head hurts. Or I'm really exhausted. Or I'm not feeling so good. Soon followed, of course, with insistence on him staying. No, no, don't worry about me, I'm just going to lay down, I don't want to keep you from having fun... you can just come check on me later, right...? And he'll usually oblige after you insist a few times.

Not everyday, so as to not make it obvious, just every few days or so, you take the opportunities you get to catch some time to yourself. So on and so on. Surely he won't really notice. It's just a few minutes here and there. You're still spending the vast majority of every waking moment with him.

And at first, you're pretty sure he doesn't. Seems to accept the excuses, goes right back to his usual cheerfulness and cuddliness.

And then once becomes a few times, then ten, and so on. Something gradually begins to change. You sense an aura of worry from him, a nervous edge to his otherwise pleasant expression and tone of voice.

He's very well aware something is wrong. He's noticed your sudden aversions and seeming avoidance, even though he's normally too dense to pick up on such things, you've made it too obvious.

Did he do something wrong? Are you mad? You're not gonna break up with him, are you? You wouldn't do that to him, right? The very thought makes him feel sick. But... no, you wouldn't do that. You have no reason to. You're probably just being kind of moody or something. He remembers plenty of times how Jamil's sister would get upset at her brother for seemingly no reason, how he would occasionally sigh and make comments about how she's in one of her bad moods, can't be helped... maybe you have something like that too. That makes sense to him. But just in case, he's sure to buy you a bunch of extra expensive stuff over the course of the next week. Maybe it will cheer you up, too.

Yeah, you have no reason to be actually mad. Unless, of course, someone was influencing you somehow. Maybe someone else is saying things to you and making you so upset, or maybe someone might try and convince you to leave him or something. That happens, doesn't it? It happens in movies and stuff at least. That makes him feel sick all over again. But how would you be interacting with someone...?

Oh... well, you do have those weird gaps of time these days... a few minutes here or there where he can't find you. Maybe that's it. This is one of those "read between the lines" situations where what you say isn't really what you mean, even if you don't realize it. If he gives you "space," you'll just get attached to someone else.

While you're never aware of the thought process he has that day, you notice things getting worse. You pack up and run out of the classroom as fast as you can, but somehow he's already there. You say you need to drop something off, but he insists on going with you this time. Even if you keep saying you just want to go lay down and he should stay and keep talking with the other students, he just shakes his head, says something about how he can't just leave you alone.

His tone is sweet as always, but there's something to it that wasn't there before. Almost a sort of nervousness, an intensity, a forcefulness out of paranoia. You're not sure it's intentional, in fact, you're pretty certain he isn't at all self-aware of how pushy he is nor how he seems to be getting increasingly... anxious, really. Like there's a sort of worry in the back of his mind, that he's only aware of subconsciously, but acting upon nonetheless.

Even when you're walking around campus, his grip is tighter, and never lets up for even a second, like you're some dog on a leash that's going to bolt away the moment he relaxes his grip. You can't open your phone for a single second without him immediately peering over your shoulder to look.

He never says anything. He doesn't really act out of the ordinary. But there are those subtle, small signs. His grip is tighter, he sits closer than ever, he seems to keep his eyes on you more than he ever has. In particular, one blatantly noticeable change is that one night at random, he switches spots with you on the bed -- you used to be on the open side and him on the side against the wall, but now, without saying a word, he switches. Now you're against the wall side... you couldn't get up and out of bed and out the door without having to crawl over him, and inevitably wake him up. You try to tell yourself it wasn't intentional.

Apparently, though, whenever he can't find you, he doesn't hesitate to go to get others to help him. More than once, you've been stopped by Scarabia students in the halls -- oh, it's you, we all got a message saying you were lost or something... you try to avoid them when you see them.

Jamil doesn't exactly help, either. In fact, you tried to go to him once, mustered up the courage to try and ask him if he could help you maybe talk to Kalim or give you advice on how to handle it. But to your bewilderment, you're more or less gaslighted.

Really? It doesn't seem like you spend that much time together. You're probably just stressed from something else, and it's making you uneasy. Happens to everyone, don't worry.

You still try and reason with him, but he seems to shut you down, keeps repeating the same thing. Eventually you have to give up on trying to get any help from him. Although his words do make you feel rather neurotic for some time. That's not right, right? You're not making it up, it's not all in your head. You know what you've been experiencing... right? You have to shake the paranoia off. You're not sure why he would say such a thing though... none of it makes sense.

Jamil doesn't make things any easier for you either. Don't expect him not to very readily tell Kalim, whenever he's searching all around for you, that yes, you did come by here, you went in that direction, and you were probably headed for that specific location, so he should definitely go search there and spend time with you and not do literally anything else. Unlike the other Scarabia students, with Jamil it's not a matter of running into them directly -- you've had times where, after being found, Kalim makes some remark about oh, Jamil told me he saw you out the window, or otherwise vaguely made it clear who was the one to rat you out on your location, even though you never ran into him or even saw him. You begin to feel paranoid that you're being watched, any time you move around campus.

And each time, you get found faster and faster. Sometimes he finds you in minutes, before you can even try to find somewhere to rest. It's like he's developing some sixth sense, like he can somehow sense where you are.

...In fact, after a while, it reaches a level that it's unnatural. There's no way he's coincidentally finding you, or even relying on others.

One thought comes to mind. At first, you tell yourself you're being paranoid, that there's no way... but eventually you give into the paranoia, one day when you have just a few spare minutes in your room while he's right outside talking to some students, and you go searching through your bag. You're not hopeful, it's just a slight chance, but... yeah, no, there seems to be nothing there. You start to feel dumb for even considering--

Wait. There is something there. At the very, very bottom, underneath all the books. Some tiny, flat square shaped piece of hard plastic... barely the size of a bottlecap. You don't recognize it. There's nothing written on it. You start to feel a bit queasy.

You're still staring at it in your shaky hands when the door opens again. You swallow. Your voice comes out wavering. Hey, Kalim...?

Mm? He tilts his head, turning his attention towards you. You hold the object out.

What is this thing?

You were hoping for confusion, that he would have no idea, and even if not, you would expect some sheepishness, some sense of panic. But no. His expression doesn't even change.

Oh, that! I got that so I don't have to worry about losing track of you. Neat, isn't it?

Not even a hint of guilt or self-awareness. No, he just starts talking about how cool it is, it's technically military technology because it's so indestructible and will bypass metal detectors and wavelength sensors and stuff, it can track to any location in the world and it's technically not available to civilians, but his father has connections and all so he asked him to get one, and -- hey, is something wrong?

He finally seems to notice the wide-eyed look of distress on your face. You swallow.

O-oh... no, I just... you didn't... say any...

You shake your head to clear your thoughts. You say the first thing that comes to your impulse.

Hey, do you mind if I go take a walk? I just... need to clear my head a bit.

You start to move towards the door. You're stopped when he side-steps to block your path.

Eh? What's wrong?

You insist it's nothing. You say you just feel pent up. For once, you wish he was more dense than he is, because he certainly catches on to the wavering in your quiet, nervous voice.

Hey, you can tell me whatever it is. You look like you're really worried about something.

No, I just...

You take a few steps back. You find yourself stammering. You feel sick. Your heart is beating too fast. You try to make your way to the door slowly, casually, like you're relaxed, like you're not desperately trying to get away. You take a step to the side, start to walk in a circle as you try to distract him by saying something about how you've just been cooped up in the room for too long, and you'll only be gone a minute or so, and--

This time, in one swift movement, his hand lashes out and latches onto your arm. A grip so tight it's painful.

Hey, you're not going to go talk to someone else, right?

The words take you aback. Your eyes widen. You take a few moments to respond, it's such a random, unexpected question. It's so out of nowhere, the very notion seems like such a bizarre conclusion to draw. He doesn't say it angrily or anything, no, more like he's genuinely curious... but there's a clear note of worry to his voice.

Why did he come to that conclusion? You shake your head. No, I... I don't know why you'd think that, I...

He seems to notice the confusion and unease on your face. His own returns to that same smile as always. Ah, good. You had me worried. Haha...

Anyway... you should lay down. That will help you clear your head more than walking will. Besides, how is he supposed to know where you are if you're not carrying your bag? It's not like you get a choice -- it's not presented as a suggestion, he says it whilst simultaneously grabbing you by the waist and carrying you over to bed. He's pretty tired too! You can both rest for a while... you notice him grab the tracking chip off the bed where you set it down and loosely toss it back into your bag, before setting you down. Promptly jumping into bed as well. And his arms lock like a constrictor around your body, pulling your back up against his chest.

You can still feel your heart beating in your chest. The wrongness of the situation is setting in, every part of your brain is sounding alarm bells. That, with absolute certainty, you know is not normal, and more importantly, it's almost frightening. It feels like a weight compressing your chest as you realize just how deep of a hole you've dug yourself into, and you don't know how to safely get out. You can't even go talk to someone else, because he'll be right there. The more you think, the more nauseous you feel.

One other thing bothers you. He usually can fall asleep within a minute or two of laying down, and yet, you can still feel his hand stroking up and down your stomach. There's a heavy, silent tension. You keep trying to think of how to word what you want to say. After a few moments, though, he speaks before you can even summon the right words. His voice is unusually quiet.

Hey, you're not mad at me, right?

You stiffen.

I... no, I-- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... come across that way....

Oh, good. You can feel him sigh. You seem kinda upset or something.

You stay quiet. Your mouth feels dry. You swallow. But you're given the opportunity, you can't just let it pass without finally getting out what you've been thinking.

...Listen.

He doesn't say anything, but you feel him shift his head. You're not sure if that's a good sign or not. Not being able to see his face makes it a bit easier, though, to get the words out.

I think... I think maybe we should, ah.... t-take... take a break.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you finish, clenching your jaw. Waiting for some kind of negative reaction. He sits upright.

But when you cautiously open your eyes, he looks... elated?

Oh! Like a vacation? That would be great! You should come back home with him! He's actually been thinking a lot about something like that. It's a good thing you mention it. He's mentioned you to his parents like ten times now, and they say they want to meet you, and you know there's that week you're all out of class coming up, and that would be a really good time to do it.

He keeps going on and on about it. It feels like some cruel joke from a higher power. You just sit there, staring forward with glazed-over eyes. Up until, that is, he says something about how he'll go call them, and be right back, and then leaps out of bed to go right outside for better service.

Hey, wait--Kalim--

You stumble over to the door in a panic, intending to try and stop him before he can. You reach out, grasp the handle, turn the knob.

It's... locked. From the outside.

...When did that get installed? You're certain no such mechanism was there before... when did...?

It's too much. You start to feel nauseous again. You're overwhelmed. You find yourself not even making it to the bed, instead laying flat on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. It's not like you can leave... you'll just... well, you'll just have to wait for him to come back. As much as that thought makes you uneasy, as much as everything is setting off your panic, you have no other choice. You drape your forearm over your eyes.

God, what have I gotten myself into...

...

On the other end, though, he's actually really glad you expressed interest in coming home with him. Well, you didn't explicitly say that, but basically the same thing. In fact, he's been thinking about taking you home for quite some time!

His parents have always been very persuasive people, especially considering the money and power involved that they have at their disposal... he sort of associates them with things working out for him. The few times he's ever had any issues, usually one phone call home is all it takes, and his parents will resolve the issue. Maybe they can sort of push you along the right direction too... after all, they do want him to get married as soon as he graduates.

And even if they don't approve, which would be the worst case scenario, he's already been thinking about how to deal with that, too! He's actually pretty proud of himself for really planning ahead for once.

It's just like how he initially got you into his room. Doing something underhanded to ensure things work out for him doesn't strike him as wrong.

What was it his parents used to say, whenever he was first getting ready to go out into the world and all that? That he should enjoy himself and have fun and meet people, but to avoid one specific thing.

Have all the fun you want, but don't you dare get...

The reasoning was... ah, something something scandal and disgrace to the family and all that... he wasn't really listening. But he knows that whenever there's some big scandal in the world of high-power people, they rush to cover it up. So they would help him, right? They'd help ensure things worked out in his favor.

In fact, he's already been trying a little bit. Got one of those pins they use for the classroom corkboards and keeps poking holes in those condoms... and takes them off a lot when you're not looking... but nothing has come of that yet, he's sure, because you would have said something. Ah, well, it'll probably just take some time. Sure, his parents will be SO mad... but he can accept that, so long as they then help him work things out the way he's hoping for. It seems like a good plan... or rather, an impulsive idea he had that he just sort of went with. He's not really the type to think things through, you know.

[undertalebabbleblog]

Fellverse Collars

Okay… here we go! This was one of the first rants I ever made that was actually useful somewhere along the way instead of just being what it was… a rant to my closest of close people who GET the fandom (AKA: the only person willing to listen to me and put up with my crap at that time in the morning and still talked to me the day after despite the previous 5+ hours I’d been asking at them. When they are still willing to respond to your messages 4h later- 9am -you KNOW they’re a keeper) So I figured here is as good a place and time to start as any…

[Especially considering I was TODAY years old when they let me know that discord chats have a SEARCH function… anyone else been spamming the ‘page up’ button for hours like your life depended on it? HANDS UP ✋]

SO without further ado~

I bring to you my explanation of the meanings of collars in the different fellverses! [This will be heavily based in the UTMV if you hadn’t guessed - focusing on underfell; Edge and Red, and fellswap; Black (or interchangeably Razz) and Mutt]

So CONTEXT- I was brought into this rant by a question from a friend asking me to explain fell universe collars to them (obviously), since they’re mentioned quite a bit throughout the fandom where the fellverses are concerned, but the variation between the meanings really confused them, and its not like they really had a solid definition to depend and lean on for info on it because the concept was mainly based in fannon. So they came to me. Because I apparently give off the vibe of knowing this. Good thing I ACTUALLY had an answer lol

BASICALLY~~~

In the simplest of terms, quickest way I could put it, and perhaps one of the most obvious of facts: The collars are a sign of ownership.

Think of underfell’s resident skele bros (Most commonly known as Edge and Red throughout the fandom), Edge literally OWNS red.

This could be interpreted in a whole bunch of different ways, but it all boils down to Red being practically either a pet or just straight up property to Edge.

It’s there to send a message. If someone were to hurt red it would be the equivalent of property damage… Or kicking his puppy… It lets people KNOW that if they mess with Red, Edge is going to get, understandably, pissed. It’s a protective measure.

When it comes to fellswap the underlying theme of ownership is the same, but it’s the context that differs. While Edge has his status, it is mainly his formidable battle and trapping prowess and infamy that makes the collar an effective safety measure. When it comes to fellswap the protection the collar offers is more of a proof of subjugation and the rising of said ‘owners’ status.

In fellswap Mutt was was viewed as a fierce foe, whom of which the majority of the underground were terrified of, knowing him and his brother Black by the name of ‘the queens guard dogs’. Having Black collar Mutt raises Blacks own infamy and labels him as some untouchable higher power, despite the lowness of his HP, which ordinarily would spell death for a monster of his world.

Their world is one in which family ties mean next to nothing in the grand scheme of things, they were merely a weak point to exploit. The chink in their armour. It was either that of a form of unsteady alliance with trust in which you’d trust the other to turn on you in a heart beat when push comes to shove.

The collaring is the closest they could come to showing they could care. The only form of tie that holds meaning and makes you stronger. Someone that people wouldn’t want to mess with.

Although that is mainly interpretation based off of the way the fandom flows, while underfell is a little more reliably set fellswap if most DEFINITELY more of a concept than a set idea.

If you needed this cleared up hope it did that for you!

If you didnt… hope you at least found it either entertaining or informative enough to be worth the time spent reading this!

[atomicwrongs]

I don't care about whether or not you do anything with this but your post about Blinky and Nibbly going to see Saw X caused my own head cannon.

I've been replying Carrion recently, it's an indie game where you're the monster of a horror movie, I think it's a metroidvania.

Anyway, my point is that I think that Blinky and Nibbly would really like it. A big part of it is eating people and it has the blood that Blinky likes. I think that they would have very different play styles though.

Nibbly would fully go on the offensive, trying to kill everything asap, not caring about health. Meanwhile, Blinky would play it like I play it. Like an ambush predator. Hiding in little areas only to reach down to kill someone, dragging people into water so the corpses are persevered for emergency health. I think Blinky would use parasitism a lot, controlling soldiers to gun down random people and then reaping all the rewards. Nibbly would not care if he is at full health and consume every corpse they make, and the first time he encounters an enemy that can't be eaten he spends 10 minutes trying.

So yeah, there's a fun little hc you inspired

Sry if this is too long.

THIS IS TRUE AND REAL!!! Carrion has been on my radar for a while, I love goopy oozy gory stuff and I like the idea of playing as the monster.

HCs under the cut, what if these eldritch entities of chaos and reasonless malice were also gamerrrrs :3

Blinky is a completionist and a huge backseat gamer. It's sitting behind Nibbly watching him ram himself at a roadblock, trying to brute force it, and it's seething because he's doing it wrong. Blinky needs to experiment with every ability and mechanic, and needs at least 5 playthroughs of a game to feel satisfied, but Nibbly full-offenses its way through the entire thing and says 'That was fun :)' and never picks it up again. Big 'never blocks/dodges in soulslikes'/'never uses status moves in pokemon' vibes.

But of course, they both have a brother who's an expert at toys and games, and has a large collection of time-looped victims to throw into the meat grinder over and over! With Tinky's help, they can play the real thing, and he's happy, because he loves a good game, especially one that's deeply distressing for everyone else involved.

As for the other LiB gaming, you know Pokey eats rhythm/dance games for breakfast. It also pretends it's above gaming, those petty mortal trinkets are below it, but give it a beautiful soundtrack and it changes its tune (literally). He'll sit next to one of his brothers for an entire playthrough, eyes closed, just listening to the soundtrack.

I'm not sure on Wiggly but I feel like he'd play Tycoon games and 100% them in, like, an hour. Grabs something like Gamedev Story, locks in, and maxes out his in-game studio in record time, then tosses it aside and plays something else. INCREDIBLY grumpy when interrupted. Picks up management sims and runs them like the navy.

Tinky, conversely, plays life sims/sandbox games and runs them like a Hieronymus Bosch painting. Others have said it, but he absolutely sets his Sims on fire/puts them in the pool and removes the ladder, reloads the save, and does it again.

Nibbly loves those old flash games where you just eat and get bigger, and the bigger you get the more things you can eat. It's not a fan of cooking games (from Cooking Mama to things like Papa's Pizzeria) because he gets mad that the food isn't real, but I think he'd dig Bugsnax, I dunno.

Blinky likes blood and guts, gorgeous visuals, games with lots of secrets/collectibles, and multiplayer games where it can troll and get people to rage. A game needs at least two to keep its attention. I can also imagine it running multiple games at once because you know it can't focus on one thing at a time; it has idle/clicker games in one tab, shiny hunting in another, skill grinding in another...

And Webby plays cozy story-driven games where choices matter. She likes to find micro-indie visual novels online, and always comments something nice after playing. Her brothers absolutely give her shit for being a 'fake gamer' because she loves Animal Crossing and puzzle platformers.

[strawbs-screaming]

☆ WVBA On A Snow Day ☆

hehe this is so jolly (i am writing this in the middle of august and it doesnt snow where i live)

Glass Joe

- layers and layers of thick & warm clothing, walking around with 5 layers of scarves, coats & sweaters, might as well wear the entire closet

- tried to make a snowman, it got knocked over insantly

- freezing, he is really shivering his timbers over here

- had some hot cocoa

- went iceskating, slaying it

- did some snow angels with Mr Sandman

- he doesnt tolerate the cold well but still having fun

Von Kaiser

- 2 layers of comfy & cozy clothing, the cold isnt getting to him today nuh uh

- so whimsy, so jolly, he is so thriving

- making snowmen with disco kid, ended up making a snowfamily for the snowmen and a snowdog and made them pay snowtaxes and busted their snowcaps if they didnt pay up

- worst iceskater ever but still having fun

- sitting next to a fireplace & reading a book, he looks like hes gonna tell you a bedtime story

- eating snow yum yum exquisite delicious delectable tasty

Disco Kid

- didnt wear enough layers, out here shivering like a kitten in a wet cardboard box out in the street

- made sure the snowmen paid their snowtaxes

- hes the reason why they call it iceskATEing, smoother than the ice hes skating on

- drinking iced coffee no matter the weather, -20 degrees celsius? At least his ice will last longer

- made a igloo, nobody except kaiser is invited

- fell asleep next to a fireplace like a street cat saved from the cold

King Hippo

- not going outside, ever, he doesnt handle the cold well, it isnt just a "my timbers are shivering i need a extra layer" its more of a "hypothermia is just behind the corner and i dont feel like dying"

- do not expect him to step outside, not even a foot

- drinking soup & sleeping half of the day

- Literally hibernating

- so many blankets & pillows, taking the longest nap of the world ever

Piston Hondo

- also needs a whole lot of layers, out here looking like a head of lettuce

- making really cool snow sculptures, so proud of them

- enjoying hot cocoa, wrapped up in a blanket

- snowball fight starter, he simply let the thoughts win

- keeps tripping while iceskating, has to hold on to bear hugger for dear life because he doesnt wanna faceplant into the floor

- joining kaisers snow eating, he just sat next to him & started eating snow as well

Don Flamenco

- forgot to layer up & regrets not wearing a extra coat, bull had to lend him one because he looked like he was on the verge of death

- making snow angels, keeps getting snow thrown at his face as he lays down

- put his forehead wig thing on a snowman

- sad because he forgot to take his plants inside & they died :(

- killing it while iceskating, out here spinning like a beyblade

- keeps falling asleep at weird places because cold weather + curling up in a ball really honks his shoos, ends up being carried to somewhere warm & not so inconvenient, everyones just playing a big game of "where has this bitch fallen asleep again?"

- laying down on the snow, hes just peaceful right now

Bear Hugger

- layered up decently

- he was literally born for this kind of weather

- rolled a snowball down a hill & accidentally made a small avalanche

- cold weather makes him really sleepy, unlike don flamenco he knows how to not fall in inconvenient places

- stiff as a statue while iceskating, one wrong move and hes on the floor along with hondo

- on a rocking chair next to a fireplace, christmas movie intro style

- feels kind of lonely since his fellow bears he likes to hug are hibernating (the animal ones not the gay ones smh, if i meant it like that he would be hibernating too)

- made a small scarf for his squirrel friend : )

Aran Ryan

- atrocious winter clothes, someone call the fashion police

- trips every 5 seconds while iceskating, his face is so bruised its unreal

- chucking snowballs and running away from people

- joined Sandman roll down a hill for fun, nobody spoke, nobody showed any emotions, but it was truly one of the memories of all time

- cold weather makes him energetic so hes a pain in the ass to deal with even more now

Soda Popinski

- wearing shorts & a tshirt, really good at tolerating the cold, soda popinski doesnt get hypothermia, hypothermia gets soda popinski

- also eating snow with kaiser & hondo

- tried to iceskate & chipped a tooth

- used as a human shield during the snow ball fight

- he showers in ice cold water on the daily so this doesnt inconvenience him at all

Bald Bull

- brought a extra coat because he knew don would forget to layer up & wouldnt listen to him if he reminded him

- in awe of soda popinski not being affected at all

- making huge snowballs and chucking it at aran ryan

- cold weather gets him angry & stressed a whole lot (same with any extreme weather condition) so tread carefully or this snow is gonna look like the flag of japan

- staying inside, mostly coming out when hes bored

- drinking tea & reading most of the time

- Just spinning while iceskating, cant seem to stop

Great Tiger

- has to also wear his entire closet, ends up getting sick anyway

- Just sadly staring out of the window

- making his clones play in the snow because just because he cant go doesnt mean they cant go

- drinking tea, hes so peaceful rn dont bother him

Super Macho Man

- not dressed up at all, got sick

- really pissed off he cant go out

- bitterly sitting in bed with a fever

- he is so gonna sob until hes no longer ill

Mr Sandman

- only person to tiptoe on that line between "you look like a pillow" And "you might as well go out naked" in terms of winter clothes

- Just making deformed snowmen

- suprisingly didnt fall on his face while iceskating

- he makes some killer hot chocolate

- tried to eat snow & got brainfreeze

- rolling down a hill for fun & climbing back up to do it again, with the most serious expression ever

[tinytiger]

The Hobbit - A Kili x F!Reader Fanfic

Masterlist

The Truth

The dwarves are unhappy with a meatless meal, and tensions rise when Y/n, with elven heritage, is treated as royalty by Elrond. Y/n asserts her independence and playfully challenges royal norms. A food fight breaks out during dinner, and later, Y/n encounters the dwarves frolicking in a fountain, resulting in a soaked dress. Despite mishaps, playful banter ensues between Y/n and Kili, hinting at a budding relationship. The evening ends with Y/n surprising Kili with a cheeky kiss, leaving him dazed, and Thorin observing their connection.

Tw- None

The dwarves were not happy.

There was no meat at all on the plates that were put in front of them, just green things that tasted horrible. Thorin had refused to sit at the table and eat food given to him by the species he hated the most. As he looked out of the large hole he stood in front of, his mind was trying to process what had just happened.

Elrond has called Y/n ‘Your Majesty’. She is related to that pampered asshole that is King Thranduil.

Anger flooded through his veins, how come Y/n hadn’t told them.

The chatter behind him stopped. Thorin turned around because the dwarves being quiet during a meal is nothing normal.

As he turned, Y/n walked into the light of the hall. The dress was pooling at her feet, the sleeves were way too long for her. Her hair was pulled back and had been put into a plat, the tiara was weaved into her.

She looked gorgeous, but you could tell she was uncomfortable. As she moved to sit next to Kili, Erland grabbed her hand to make her sit next to him.

“Y/n, you have to sit here!” he exclaimed as Y/n stood up. That is when she exploded.

“Oh, do I, I thought I could sit where I want, and I want to sit with my friends. Not some posh elf boy with an ego that is the size of Smaug’s love for gold. Now stop telling me what to do!” Y/n commanded.

Ever since she had walked into this place, that she used to miss, the people were bowing and telling her where to go and what to do. Surely a princess should have her freedom. She spun on her heel and walked over to where all the dwarves were sat, with astonished looks on their faces. Thorin went to brood out of the window, with a smirk on his face.

At least the sass was passed down.

The chatter returned as she sat down and dug into the salad that was in front of her. After 5 minutes, she looked up at Kili and said,

“I am so sorry about my past. I thought you would treat me differnerly if you would know that i wasn’t a normal half elf.”

Kili smiled and put his large hand on her small, now less muddy, hand.

“I get it, we wouldn’t treat you any different from how we do now. I mean, I’m a prince, and Bofur threw a rock at me the other day.” Kili laughed as the look of shock crossed Y/n’s face.

Then a lettuce leaf smacked her in the back of the head.

“All right, which one of you was that!” she swirled around and picked up a parsnip. All of the dwarves pointed at Fili.

She swung her arm back and threw the vegetable at Fili. But it was way off target and hit Thorin in the back of the head; everyone went quiet.

“Oh Skirth!” she swore as Thorin slowly spun around. She was dead. Then another lettuce leaf hit him in the forehead. Kili and Fili jumped out of their seats and began to throw vegetables at whoever was in reach. Twice Kili got a tomato in the face; Y/n seemed to be the main target for three of the dwarves.

Kili ran towards her and threw her over his shoulder.

“Kili Durin! Put me down now!” She screamed, slamming her fists into his shoulder.

“Ow! No, stop wriggling, will you. Ow,” he argued back but eventually put her on the floor.

“Watch this,” Kili whispered into her pointed ears.

He picked up a potato and threw it in Erland’s direction. He moved out of the way just in time, and it hit the statue behind him. The two burst out laughing. The evening was very enjoyable.

Y/n was walking around Rivendale. She kept thinking of her mother; would the guards of Rivendale tell her father she was here? They had to go near Mirkwood, so would she run into her brother or her father?

As she walked past the fountain, shouts caught her attention. They seemed happy. As she turned the corner, her eyes caught a sight she wouldn’t forget for a while.

All of the dwarves were in the fountain, naked. She squeaked, and that caught the attention of them all. She spun around as Kili got out of the fountain.

“You alright, Lass?” He asked, walking behind her, not being able to see her face. She was glad about that, as she was bright red.

“Yes, Kili, I’m fine. Could you just get back in the water or put a towel on… please,” she muttered as he got closer.

“Come on, Kili,” Fili shouted in his direction. Kili laughed and walked back to the fountain.

Y/n turned around as she heard a massive splash. All of the dwarves had jumped in, causing a massive splash to get her soaked.

Her dress was ruined, which she didn’t care about, but it was starting to stick to her body. Making her curves stick out a bit.

“Guys!” she moaned.

She walked back to her room, dripping water all over the place. She was freezing.

“Y/n!” Her name was shouted as she turned to see Kili, this time in a green shirt with brown trousers on.

“Kili, I’m not mad at you.” His face lit up. “But please don’t do that again.”

“Well, it wasn’t my idea it was—“

“Let me guess, Fili.”

“Yes,” Kili said, looking at the floor.

“Actually, I was surprised that you landed in the fountain. Where did you aim when we needed to shoot the warg earlier?” The e/c-eyed girl looked at Kili with a smirk. She had pushed a couple of buttons.

“Hey, at least I don’t trip over my own feet.”

Leaning in, Y/n glared and stuck her tongue out at him. The two burst into a fit of giggles.

Kili gazed into her eyes as she looked at him.

“At least I can argue with a troll.”

“At least, I don’t get caught by a troll.”

“I was saving Bilbo!” Y/n cried, putting her hands on her hips.

“I saved you twice!” Kili gave her a sideways glance.

“Once, and you told them to drop me; if they did, I would have landed on my head.”

“And we wouldn’t want your pretty ears to get squished, would we?”

Y/n punched Kili in the shoulder.

“Ow! Stop being so rough,” Kili cried out as he held onto his arm.

“I thought you liked it rough,” Y/n cheekily said, raising an eyebrow.

Kili’s face went into a dark shade of red. His head suddenly was filled with situations that made his legs twang a bit.

He came to a halt at her side. Kili wanted to say something. Anything, he wanted to make her feel like this. As she reached her door, she looked at Kili and spoke.

“Thanks for walking me back.” She turned to open the door to her room.

“You’re welcome; oh, and Thorin wants us to leave at midnight. We need to get to Dale before Durin’s Day,” Kili told her, gazing at her.

“Oh, thank you, Kili,” Y/n replied, her thigh holster was beginning to rub; she mentally swore.

“Goodnight, Princess,” Kili said as he walked back to the place where the dwarves slept.

Y/n stopped, her heart beating at 100 miles per hour. An idea popped into her head. She spun around and kissed Kili on his cheek. When she lowered herself to the ground, she smirked at him.

“Goodnight, Prince.”

Y/n disappeared into her room, leaving Kili in the corridor on his own.

Kili had never been so still. He was really tempted to open that door and kiss her back. Walking over to the door, he put his hand on the doorknob.

“Kili.”

His face shot up, and he saw Thorin. How much had he seen? The whole thing. He smiled at the young dwarf and put his arm around his shoulder and walked the dazed boy back to the room he was staying in.

[ohmypawsandwhiskers]

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Of Devils and Monsters (Attack on Titan; Erwin x OC) Status: In Progress (7/??) This has to be my first one up, because it's one that has my full attention and entire heart!

Summary: Fate brings two old friends together again and sets them on the path to truth. In a last ditch effort to save her own skin, Lozen Daniella Pierce reaches out to an old friend in hopes of gaining her freedom. In doing so, she and Erwin Smith find themselves thrust on a path to truth- the truth behind the walls, behind secret organizations, and the truth of who they turned into. Rating will go up, but I am setting it at M for now. Eventual Levi x OC in later chapters.

Read it here on Ao3! I will probably start cross-posting to tumblr for non-Ao3 users in the near future due to the change in privacy settings because AI and bots are big bags of wet and smelly socks.

2. If It's True (Dragon Age: Inquisition; Solas x OC) Status: In progress, but on hold for the time being This is another one of my babies near and dear to my heart that I plan on picking up soon once I replay DAI.

Summary: Before the veil was erected, the Elvhenan empire was a sight to behold, with towering cities of crystal and gold, plenty of resources to go around, and Elves and Spirits lived in harmony. But there was a dark underbelly rarely acknowledged- at least until Solas encounters a woman who changes his views of his beloved people and puts him on the path to ending the tyranny of the Evanuris.

Read it here on Ao3! Again, if people are interested, I can cross-post here.

The next are drabbles I have posted to reddit in the past for the Dragon Age OC from #2, taking point post-veil. I haven't posted them on tumblr or Ao3- I don't believe, so I can link them below. Please excuse the summaries! I am not great with coming up with them on the fly.

3. Prompt 4: Something that was lost but now regained, regret, a wish, a window, touch. (Nehna x Solas)

Summary: Nehna decides on how to tell Solas that she recovered parts of her memories- parts in which she knew him.

Read it here!

4. Out of Time (Dragon Age)

A bunch of Halloween prompts thrown together for another round of Nehna and Solas!

Summary: In a brief reprieve from war, while she is hiding out from the Evanuris, Nehna awakes to a nightmare

Read it here!

5. Smoke, Gun Fire, and a Sense of Deja-vu (Mass Effect; Garrus x OC)

Summary: As Kei and her team work against the clock to save the colonists of Horizon, she struggles to separate past from present.

I will put this one below a read more, since it's not officially shared anywhere else besides discord, I believe. It will be part of a story or series of one-shots I eventually share, but for now, it remains in my drafts!

2170

Acrid odor assaulted her senses as Makeda pulled her friend along through the burning prefab building, hard spilling out of the corners of her eyes as smoke stung her eyes. Gunfire and screams took over any thought as instinct kicked in- where that instinct came from, she had no idea, but Makeda wasn’t about to question it now.

“What the hell is going on?” Cindy screamed as they scrambled over rubble. 

“Why would I know? Just run!” Just as they rounded the corner, they were met with a beeping followed by a force that sent the pair flying.

Present 

“Shepard! Shepard! Kei-” A hand pulled her down beside a hedge as a cutting beam narrowly missed her left ear as  she was brought back. Horizon, the Collectors. Abducted colonists. Everything was a blur since they touched down.

Specks of blue cleared the fog from her brain just enough for her to pick up on the worried twitch of mandibles. “We’re pinned down, Shep. Any ideas?” 

Kei peered over the barrier to be greeted by a line of husks ambling beside a praetorian. She took a shot at one of the mindless puppets before taking cover. It crumbled to the ground, twitching just a moment before it went completely still. “What’s the heat clip situation?” Kei asked as she summoned her drone to distract the enemies. With a beep and a whirl, as if it was assenting to unspoken orders, it was off, zooming the crowded field to distract their enemies for a moment. 

“Would advise using abilities as much as possible until another cache,” came Mordin’s voice over comms. “Did find particle beam dropped by assassin drone- could be useful against biotic barrier of the praetorian.” His efficiency with words always brought a smile to her face in the heat of battle. 

“Right, Garrus, cover me. Mordin, get that gun prepped.”

2170

“Mark, get down,” Cindy hissed from their hiding spot under the rubble, trying to get their classmate to hide from sight. Her voice didn’t carry over the conflict around them, and Mark fell right before their eyes. Before Cindy could scream, Makeda covered her mouth. 

“You want them to find us?” Makeda whispered, trying her best to stop her voice from shaking. “We need to keep moving. If we make it to my place, we can at least defend ourselves.” 

Silent tears streaked through the ash on her friends face as she nodded. 

“At least he can be a distraction. We need to move, and quickly.” Without waiting for an answer, Makeda began to belly crawl from under the fallen wall. The Batarians wouldn’t get her or her family. 

Present

The vibration radiating from the particle beam made the aiming difficult as Makeda tried to balance not dropping the damned thing while evading the constant stream of deadly energy from the last remaining enemy. In her periphery, she saw Mordin and Garrus alternating their shots in an attempt give her a break from the seemingly singular focus of the Praetorian. For a brief moment, the enemy’s beam was interrupted, giving her time to duck behind a crate and quickly catch her breath.  “I think we have it,” she yelled. “Just one final push. When it’s back in the air, I’ll take down its biotic barrier with a taste of its own medicine, and then Mordin and Garrus, throw everything you’ve got at it.”

2170

The ground beneath her shook as the bombardment against her house continued. Cindy’s body remained unmoving from it’s fetal position- any sign of life had left hours ago. It had been a mistake coming here to try and find her family. All that had greeted them was an empty house, already rifled through for any supplies or survivors. 

Crisp air and soot made her eyes water.

Makeda hugged her knees into her chest, rocking back and forth as though it would be the only thing keeping the sobs at bay.  Should she wait or continue in hopes of finding her family?

Present

Makeda lept from cover sending the remaining power of the gun careening into the floating creature. One final push. That was all it took until the creature shuddered and then evaporated into dust. Feeling uneasy, Makeda’s legs gave away beneath her, and she welcomed the thud of reality. The visions would stop. 

‘They will, won’t they?’

Footsteps from either side of her came running up to her position as Mordin began applying medi-gel to the burns sustained from the Praetorian’s beam. She welcomed the cold the medicine brought in hopes it would just serve as additional grounding to reality. 

“Good call on the Collector’s gun, Mordin,” Makeda said, and her eyes flickered over to Garrus, hoping he didn’t catch the waiver in her voice. 

Mordin went to respond, but was interrupted by the cowardly colonist they had run into hurling curses and insults their way. Garrus helped her to feet and tried to keep a steadying talon on her shoulder to be brushed off as Makeda rounded on the mechanic. 

“What the hell did you want us to do, huh? Most of the colonists were gone by the time we made a dent in their forces. I wanted to save them as much as you did-”

“Bullshit! Why would you care about a bunch of colonists out in the sticks?”

A voice stopped all of them in their tracks. “Show some reverence, Trevor, you’re standing in the presence of a ghost.”

That voice. She knew that voice. 

All anger dissipated as she turned to see the one face she needed to see. Needed to know was alright. “Kaidan!”

[smootbrainchicken]

Without Me

Part 2

September 2, 2024

School was mid. I expected it but I had hoped maybe I could just pass by and let the world spin around me. Nope, the first problem came after 2nd period.

2nd period honors English with Mr. Wilson, one of my favorite teachers but least favorite classes. I like English to a point, and we crossed that point 5 years ago in 6th grade. Now it’s just a class I tolerate. Unfortunately for me I am actually good at English so they keep putting me in higher education English classes and that’s how I ended up in class with mr. and ms. know-it-all, Violet Davison and Barry Saloman. They have been dating for 2 years and honestly they deserve each other, she can never shut up and he is first in line to correct someone over anything. That’s also how I ended up in the same class as Reece Tallon, a totally hot senior. The seating chart for class had me in the front of the class far left row, right in front of Reece and beside Violet. Violet seems to think that because Ii’m not part of the popular clique anymore that we are friends because she keeps talking to me about her summer and how great her schedule is this year.

“Look I know it’s the first day and all but I really don’t care” I snapped at her.

“Oh, I had just thought that since you had fallen from the top of the high school social hierarchy, you would be my friend” she replies.

I rolled my eyes, “I didn’t fall from the hierarchy.”

“You kinda did. I mean you were basically the second in command to Allison, queen bee status, now you're a nobody.” she remarked.

“First of all she didn’t rule the school at 15, she was popular but she wasn’t a sophomore superhero. Second, I didn’t fall off the face of the earth, I left a toxic group of people, and plenty of them are following suit.” I argued.

“She’s right you know,” Reece chimes in.

I turned to him, “excuse me?”

“I just mean that you were on top of the world hun, even i know who you are” he explains.

“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” I snarked.

He raises his hands in mock surrender, “Alright honey no need to get snappy. I get that it’s a sensitive topic, why don’t you sit with me at lunch today?”

“I can’t leave Danni,” I told him quickly.

“Then she can come too, we have room” he answered.

“Are you sure that it’s okay?” I am skeptical about his invitation.

“I’ll see you at lunch today” he says, shutting me down.

“Y-yeah, we will be there.” I stutter out.

“Perfect see you then,” he winks at me then walks out of the class.

“Violet! Let’s go, "Barry yells across the room.

“Goodluck with Allison, you’re gonna need it” Violet walks away from me to go to 3rd period.

That was the first time I was specifically sought out by people today, the next was lunch. Danni and I used to sit at the center table with the popular clique and the jocks sat one table over but now they have combined the two and the popular boys and girls sit together to judge everyone else who are obviously so far below them. Theo is sat by his best friend and he seems comfortable enough with that crew I don’t even try to say hello. There's no need to try to rescue him because he doesn’t need rescuing, those are his people, and they used to be mine too. Reece is waiting for us by the door to the lunch room with a small grin on his face. He greets us kindly and kisses both of our hands.

“Hello ladies, right this way,” he points his hand towards the door.

“We are going outside?” Danni asks him before I can.

He walks backwards so he can look at us, “Yes we are, my friends and I eat in the courtyard not the cafeteria.”

“So we won’t be judged immaculately?” I asked sarcastically.

“I can’t promise you that, but I can promise you the vibes will be good. You will be judged in a ‘we think you rock and want to ask you to come back’ type of way” he says it almost like it’s been rehearsed.

He swings the door open revealing the lush green courtyard and 5 other people. They look up as we walk forward and Reece goes over to one of the other guys and hugs him roughly.

“Guys this is Danni and Lydia. Lydia, Danni, this is my crew. The red head laying down is Eve.” he introduces

“Sup kid” she nodded to me, she looked familiar, I think I had math with her last year.

“You're a junior like us aren’t you?” Danni asks for me.

“Yeah, I had math 3 with you last year” she responds.

“The guy laying on her stomach is Mack” Reece points.

“What’s good?” he says with his eyes closed.

“Then we have Olivia and Charles Mason, cousins.” Reece continues.

“Hey girls, call me Liv” she says, holding her hand out for me to shake then turning to Danni.

“Yeah and call me Chuck, Charles is too pretentious” he says while wrestling with Reece.

Reece gets out of a head lock, “and last but not least T.J.”

“Taylor Jackson nice to finally meet you,” she commented.

“Like Reece said my name is Lydia, and this is my friend Danni.” I say trying to keep all the names straight in my head.

Chuck puts his arms around Danni and I, “How did you meet our little Reecey poo here?”

“Actually Lydia is the one who met him, I am just here because she is my only real friend anymore.” Danni responds before I can.

“Yeah, so Reece and I met in English class today. I was arguing with Violet Davison and he interjected into our argument. We talked for a little while and he invited us to sit with you all at lunch today.” I explain.

The whole group of them seem to share a knowing look, leaving Danni, Reece and i in the dark on the context. Eve and Liv smile at each other having a silent conversation before they speak.

Eve is the one who says, “So you're the girl who made a big deal and left that Allison chick’s friend group last year?”

“Yeah that’s me, the ‘fallen’” I say.

Reece laughs at it, like I thought he would because he was in the class with me and was clearly listening to my conversation with Violet.

Danni looks at us confused with the rest of the group, “wait why is that funny?”

“It was just something Violet kept saying during second period,” I told her.

[supersonicsteaktacular]

Some thoughts on Miraculous Ladybug in general under the cut. Don't peek if you haven't caught up because i will be discussing season 5 including the finale.

Apologies if this is an incoherent read, i'm just writing as i think, this is just going to be a total mental vomit.

Ok so i had some complicated emotions when watching the finale. It was great in a lot of ways. We had some of the best fight scenes that miraculous has ever had and some undeniably cool moments, but i can't help but feel a little let down?

I think that's partly because of how long it's taken to get here. To call the pacing in miraculous glacial would be an understatement. Nothing much happened to shake up the status quo of Ladybug and Chat Noir fighting a villain of the week for like 4 seasons. Almost everything was world -building up until Gabriel got his hands on the miraculous.

So we had a story that was going slow suddenly going at a breakneck pace in season 5. Suddenly after 4 seasons of nothing happening, everything happens at once. Gabriel is coming out and fighting the heroes personally, Ladybug and Chat Noir are making plans that very nearly beat him and Gabriel gets wounded in a way that puts a timer on the plot. Things now HAVE to start moving faster.

In addition, the love square dynamics change for the first time in the show. It took 5 seasons to do what everyone wanted since season 1. Everything was exciting again!

And then they kinda blew their load on the first jerk??

Gabriel quickly went back to his villain of the week plans, the changes to the love square came and went within the first half of the season and ended up settling on the end of the love square with the least exciting dynamic?

It's pretty telling that the Love square is the most popular hetero ship on Ao3 in terms of number of fics. It has something like 10'000 more fics than the next most popular hetero ship. The love square is exciting in a way that no other ship is and there are people more eloquent than me on here that will wax philosophic as to why that is.

So it's a tradegy that nothing really changed with the love square until 5 seasons in, and then those changes were over in a flash. Flipped Ladynoir was gone in a few episodes, Marichat fucking burned twice as bright but a half as long and poor Ladrien never got a chance. Now i do like Adrinette but it's just a typical high school romance once you take away all the rest of the love square stuff. It's cute, but guess what? So are all of the other ships that i like. They took away what made the love square exciting enough to write 35'000 fics about.

So just about the only things left by the halfway point of the season to look forward to is defeating Gabriel once and for all and an identity reveal.

And NEITHER HAPPEN.

Gabriel actually ends up winning in the end. He gets to make a wish. In the final scene i was literally saying to my screen "WHERE'S THE CATCH??" but apparently there isn't one? Turns out all that pontificating about how a wish cannot be made without a huge sacrifice was for nothing. Maybe there will be a catch but we'll have to wait and see, and who knows how long we'll have to wait to see that plot point come to fruition.

And of course there was no identity reveal. In fact Chat Noir just flat out doesn't participate in the season finale. Let me repeat that. THE AGRESTE DOESN'T PARTICIPATE IN THE FINALE OF THE AGRESTE SAGA. You deserved so much better than being locked in your schrodinger box Adrien. You absolutely should've been there to deck your father in the face.

Sorry if this has come across as a whole bunch of complaining and salt. I just needed somewhere to reconcile my own thoughts. At the end of the day i really do love Miraculous. There's a reason i've been invested since season 1, there's a reason why i've always looked forward to new episodes releasing and why i've spent the last year desperately trying to avoid spoilers. It's clearly has something special even if i can't quite put my finger on it.

[youllallriseintheink]

The Infiltrator, chapter 5: The Beautiful World

Sorry for the delay on this, guys. I wrote a couple chapters ahead of time, so expect the next three to come up only a few days apart.

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N left Maxie’s office feeling at least somewhat more confident than before. It was frustrating that no one seemed to know what the plan was, but now he knew where the admins worked and what they did. And Lysandre was apparently the project director. Surely he had to know what was up to do his job. And unlike Cyrus and Ghetsis, he didn’t seem too dangerous. He was a logical next step.

N went to stage 3 and knocked on the door to Lysandre’s office. No response. He used his key card, cracked open the door, and saw Lysandre facing a wall on which a video conference of about twenty different rich and important-looking people were projected.

“It’s settled, then,” Lysandre said, “I’m taking Kalos and the South half of Galar, but that’s all. I’ll be splitting my time between managing them and helping Giovanni with his other projects, and I don’t want to bite off more than I can chew. I plan on doing a perfect job, after all. Now, what about Unova? How should it be split amongst the nine Unovan governors we have signed on?”

“I don’t care which piece of land I’m in charge of,” a surly faced Unovan man interjected. “I keep asking you: how many workers will I have?”

“Gentlemen, there will be plenty of workers for everyone. Giovanni and I are still discussing the optimal number, but whatever number we come to, we’ll leave spares. Now, if we could please stay on topic...”

As the various board members talked amongst themselves about how to split up Unova, N took a good look at Lysandre and his office. The office walls, aside from the one the conference was projected onto, were covered in neat blueprints and paintings of various architectural and technological wonders. The office itself was spacious, perfectly clean, and stylishly decorated with green tropical plants in vases of gray rock. Lysandre himself, while not especially handsome, was equally well-put together and looked about twenty years old. He looked so much younger than he sounded that N almost failed to notice that he was at least seven feet tall.

N thought it wisest to close the door and wait for the meeting to be over. After twenty minutes, the door opened.

“Oh? What brings you here?” Lysandre asked congenially.

“I’m N, king of Team Plasma,” N started, remembering what Maxie had said about emphasizing his status. “I’m here from a universe where I won. I’m the new go-fer. I was hoping you could-”

“A go-fer?” Lysandre chuckled. “Come with me.”

Lysandre led N into his office. “I don’t know what Giovanni told you, but there’s no way that he intends to keep a person like you as a menial worker. Do you drink?”

“Uh, no,” N replied.

“Very well, then,” Lysandre said, pouring N a cranberry juice and handing it to him. “I have to say, I didn’t think you’d be joining us, N. I’ve researched a lot of great people for my job here, and you were one of them. You seemed like you could be a great leader. I’ve heard that you’re smart, well-spoken, have an eye for architecture and were loved by almost everyone you met, but so many people seem to think that you’re the renegade prince type. A ‘man of the people.’ What a pity that would have been. So, what brought you here to join Rainbow Rocket?”

N took a sip of his juice to give himself a moment to think. Would it be better to pretend to be what Lysandre wanted him to be, or to stick with what had worked so far? He went with the latter. “When I went through with my plan, people and Pokémon were separated. And once Pokémon had no reason to care about people...”

The smile fell from Lysandre’s face. “I see. You’re here because you had no choice. Well, I hope you’ll find yourself agreeing with our ideals. And what brings you to my office?”

“All the admins have to do a loyalty test. I just have to look into your mind for a few minutes using a Pokémon.” N took the espeon out onto Lysandre’s desk. “Can we do this now?”

“Of course,” Lysandre said, stroking the creature with his massive fingers.

“Alright. It’ll start when I touch the espeon,” N said.

Just as it had happened every time before, N touched the espeon and woke up in the orb pool.

He has just the kind of youthful beauty we’ll preserve, came Lysandre’s thoughts. Hopefully he’ll be one of the management class- nothing can convince me he didn’t have a hand in designing the Team Plasma Castle. But otherwise, I’ll spare him as a worker.

N didn’t know what any of that meant, but it didn’t sound good. “Show me what the plan is,” N said to orb pool. “And what he means by ‘sparing me.’”

A snake of orbs constructed itself and headed for N’s forehead.

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In the darkened base of the Ultimate Weapon, Lysnadre stood, waiting for the power of the two legendaries to finish its transmission into the machine. A burst of red and black energy shot up through the poisoned flower’s stem, ascending through the ceiling. A faint chorus of screams sounded from above. Then, a blue and white energy shot through the flower’s roots, and Lysandre immediately felt his skin smooth out and his joints loosen. It was done. Almost anti-climactic, in a way. But at long last, he’d set the world on course for a beautiful future.

“Should we release the legendaries?” Xerosic asked. Lysandre looked over to him. It was strange seeing Xerosic with a full head of hair and skin that wasn’t discoloured from the chemical solutions he’d worked with for decades.

“No,” Lysandre replied, “They don’t share our ideals. They could lash out at us. Perhaps even undo some of our work. You know that preserving solution I had you prepare copious amounts of?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Mix in some sedatives and pour it into their chambers. Just in case we have to use the weapon again someday.”

“Will do,” Xerosic said as he left to fulfill his orders. In the meantime, it was time for Lysandre to travel to the Lumiose bunker and give his team the okay to come out. He emerged from the lab and called out his gyarados, upon which he rode towards Lumiose city. It was hour-long flight, and peaceful, until he saw the smoke.

Lysandre wasn’t even at the edge of the city when he realized the source of the fires: dozens of car crashes had occurred due to the drivers’ sudden death. He guided his gyarados down to put out a shop with hydro pump, then moved on to put out a Pokémon Center. Then, to his horror, he caught sight of the burning Prism Tower.

The fire of Prism Tower had eaten through an entire leg of its base, leaving it leaning precariously and with much of its metal twisted and disfigured by heat. After having it put out the fire, Lysandre had gyarados land. From the ground, he could smell the death and burning in the air. The streets were littered with the corpses of people and Pokémon. Lysandre took a few steps back, and his foot hit something hairy and unmoving. He turned around to see what it was: a dead furfrou with heart-clipped locks, tethered by leash to a dead man.

Lysandre heard Prism Tower collapse behind him. He couldn’t bring himself to look.

Suddenly, a portal opened before Lysandre and Giovanni stepped through it.

“Victory isn’t treating you too well, is it?” Giovanni said. “Don’t worry. That’s a very common thing for villains. If you come with me, I’ll take you to an unruined universe and tell you how we can do a more practical version of this. No burning buildings, no corpses.”

Lysandre barely registered Giovanni’s words before he caught sight of numerous grunts pouring out of a smoking Lysandre Café, the one in front wielding a fire extinguisher.

Lysandre ran over to them. “Is everyone alright?” Lysandre asked the group.

“Sure are, boss. The fire just started recently,” said a female grunt, wiping soot from her orange blazer. Though Lysandre couldn’t remember her name, he recognized her as the one who’d designed their uniforms. “What should we do now?” she asked

“Now,” Lysandre said, facing the destruction he’d caused, “we set to work creating the beautiful future.”

“Work? I thought this world would be just like the old one except that we won’t have to look at poor people.”

Did... did this grunt really think that she could go back to running her fast fashion line with no workers to staff it and no customers to fund it? Foolish. But no matter. Even if this grunt was an exception, money was a sign of brains, sense, and responsibility, and Lysandre knew he was leading humanity into the light now. Even if its beginnings looked a little ugly.

---

Two months had passed. It was a cold winter’s day, and Lysandre was stalking the halls of Lumiose’s power plant alongside Bryony and Celosia. There had been minor power outages over parts of Lumiose, and, as problems regularly did nowadays, it had fallen on him to fix it.

Lysandre worried about the future. Even now, in the cold winter months, the smell of the corpses that lined the halls was unavoidable. Getting his spoiled Team Flare grunts to move the cadavers was like pulling teeth, and without bug or bird Pokémon, their decay had been slow. Perhaps once the summer sun was upon them, the grunts would finally be willing to move on it. Of course, that was only one of their problems. Infrastructure had to be maintained. Food had to be grown. And while some members of Team Flare were willing to pitch in, others were disappointing him. They complained incessantly about the luxuries they no longer had and about the decaying landscape, and some had wasted weeks going back to their old lives as if the sheer force of their denial would bring the old world back.

After hours of searching, Lysandre found the keys to the power plant’s office on an important-looking corpse, found its computer’s password within its desk, and figured out what might have been the problem.

“Their forced draught fan was long overdue to be replaced. It was in the process of being shipped over when we wiped the slate clean.”

“What’s a forced draught fan?” Bryony asked.

“Yeah. And how do you replace one?” Celosia added.

“And how do you know that that’s the problem?”

“And what will we do for power if this isn’t it?”

“I don’t know,” Lysandre growled. It wasn’t their fault, but it was taking all his self-control not to scream at them. “We’re going to have to find out. Go to a trade school and look through their manuals. I’ll search the highways for the fan.”

The admins left without much more talk, and Lysandre slumped down in the office chair, eyes closed, tired. Though he was loathe to admit it, Lysandre missed the old world. Life had been so much easier and he’d had so much more energy and bandwidth when he’d had people to look after his home and garden, to drive him places, to chase people away when he didn’t feel like dealing with them, and a hundred other things he’d taken for granted. And he was sick of putting out fires all day for spoiled brats who were barely willing to take out their own garbage.

A blinding purple light appeared, forcing Lysandre to open his eyes.

It was Giovanni, emerging from a portal. Lysandre was stunned. The first time this had happened, he’d been so preoccupied by everything else going on that he’d barely registered it. He’d convinced himself it hadn’t happened at all.

“How did you get here?” Lysandre asked him.

“Inter-dimensional travel. That’s all you need to know,” Giovanni replied. “Tired of this yet? Step through the portal and it all goes away. You could go to a well-maintained mall, eat at a properly staffed restaurant, get your hair professionally cut, enjoy all the luxuries your money can buy.”

Lysandre stared at Giovanni a while, then shook his head. “If I left now, everything would fall apart. But my team has been waking up to what must be done. They will all wake up in time, and when they do, we’ll make Lumiose the most beautiful it’s ever been.”

Giovanni chuckled. “You’re, what, a hundred people? Two hundred? They could turn into the best workers the world’s ever seen and you still wouldn’t have the manpower to maintain Lumiose. And just think: the rest of the world is decaying no matter what you do. You’re going to get tired of this. It’s only a matter of time.”

With that, Giovanni disappeared back through the portal.

---

Time dragged on. The summer came and went, and with it came an underwhelming harvest. The second winter of the new world saw it quickly consumed along with the last of supplies found in groccery stores. That wasn’t what broke Lysandre’s spirit. He and his team were immortal. A few months of hunger would motivate them to farm smarter the next year. And his team was pulling together. The corpses were finally disposed of during the first summer. They’d even built a new prism tower, albeit a smaller one, representing their willingness to work and their capacity for rebirth.

What broke Lysandre’s heart was the decay. The once-beautiful streets of Lumiose, now with plantlife taking over the sidewalks, dislodged tiles in the streets, and rusting vehicles sitting abandoned. The abandoned buildings caked in dirt and strangled with ivy. Lawns and parks that resembled wild grasslands. Fountains filled with algae. It was truly the opposite of what he’d wanted. But he had to carry on.

The final insult began when one of his grunts complained to him that nothing in their gardens was growing and the fruit trees weren’t blooming. It had been late may at the time. Lysandre had dismissed it as the result of a late spring. But then June came and went, and nothing grew. It wasn’t a problem with the gardens, either- the ivy and overgrown lawns and even the wild areas remained as dead as they were in the coldest winters. The team demanded answers, of course. And orders.

“I don’t know why this is happening,” Lysandre admitted, “But I have a plan. We’ll use the Ultimate Weapon on our gardens to make the plants immortal.”

It took hours to move as many of their plants as possible into the bunker beneath Lysandre Café, but the flight back to Geosenge Town was short. It wasn’t until Lysandre tried to fire off the machine again that he realized something was amiss.

It wouldn’t fire. He opened up the pods of the legendaries to see what was wrong and found that they weren’t moving. He tapped on the glass. He drained the chambers of fluid. He even crawled into the chambers and opened their eyes. No response. In the midst of his team’s struggle to maintain civilization, Lysandre had neglected to consider what needs the two Pokémon might have. He’d never imagined that this could happen.

Xerneas and Yvetal were dead, rendering the ultimate weapon useless.

Lysandre collapsed to his knees and cried. What was he going to tell his team? That they’d just have to endure hunger until they found a way to get plants to grow again?

A portal appeared before Lysandre, and Giovanni stepped out. “Do you want to know why nothing is growing?” Giovanni asked.

Lysandre stood up and attempted to pull himself together, but Giovanni grew impatiant before he could reply.

“You killed all Pokémon in the world except your team’s. With no grass-types or bug-types, this was inevitable, and it won’t fix itself. There is nothing you can do to make this a decent place to live. Are you ready to hear what I have to offer?”

“I... I suppose it couldn’t hurt to hear you out.”

“My plan is a lot like yours, really. Simply put, I want to take over the world. And what better way to do that than buying whoever can be bought and brainwashing everyone else? You see, Lysandre, you and I can agree that little people get in the way. But you must see by now that they’re essential. I’m going to use the powers of legendary Pokémon to kill off about half the people on earth, brainwash almost everyone else to work for me, and leave their management to a group of people who are loyal to me. And then, we’ll make ourselves immortal and live like kings until we get bored and decide to take over the next universe for fun, and so on until the end of time. How does that sound?”

“Well... ambitious. Almost impossible. How will you achieve that?”

“Don’t worry about that. I’m going to recruit the best people in the multiverse at controlling legendaries and military conquest. But that brings us to you. Your team was legendary for its public image. You were meeting with movie stars and esteemed professors up until the very end. Heck, one of the elite four was openly a member of your team and kept her job. So, here’s what I’m proposing: your job will be to contact whoever in the world you think will be corrupt enough to sign onto my plan and competent enough to run a region of slaves. You could build an army of people who you think will best maintain the world’s beauty. Is that a deal?”

Lysandre thought for a moment. It seemed that this universe was truly ruined, and he could do nothing for his team. But this way, he could preserve and improve upon the beauty of numerous others. He stuck out his hand for Giovanni to shake. “I would like that very much.”

Giovanni shook his hand. “Excellent. Now let’s get you out of this mess.”

[sirensorisons]

In your opinion, please rate thg movie series with 1-5 scale.

(1 = I hate it, 3=neutral, 5 = I love it.)

1.The Hunger Games :

Things that you like :

Things that you don't like :

2.Cathing Fire :

Things that you like :

Things that you don't like :

3.Mockingjay

Movie 1 :

Movie 2 :

Things that you like :

Things that you don't like :

Thank you 😊

@curiousnonny

this is gonna be an insanely long post so i'll put everything under the cut. also just know that the ratio of dislikes vs likes is not a reflection of how i actually feel about each movie, i just tend to pick apart and analyze what doesn't work more than what does.

the hunger games - 3/5

things i like:

casting choices for peeta, cinna, effie, clove, caesar, and president snow. like i think most of the casting was fine but these were perfect.

capitol fashion and interior design

getting to see the gamemakers' end of things

caesar's expanded role as part of the games commentary

things i don't like:

the whitewashing

removing madge, because it removes the mockingjay pin backstory in catching fire. i get that it and she aren't Strictly Necessary but it adds so much to the story, as well as to haymitch's character

that part of the movie where they have that horrible screeching to simulate katniss's hearing loss. it's a legitimate creative choice, but it's so unpleasant as part of the viewing experience.

cutting the dialogue between thresh and clove, and cutting cato being there for clove as she's dying

thresh getting killed by the mutts, and their designs being nothing like the book. why are they bulldogs. the wolves would have hit so much harder

erasing peeta's disability status as an amputee

catching fire - 4.5/5

things i like:

most of the changes made from book to film in this one were ones i agreed with, at least when i saw it the first time. they didn't distract or detract too badly from the narrative they were telling.

jena malone as johanna!!!! and jeffrey wright as beetee

things i don't like:

madge undersee i miss you every day. you didn't teach katniss to play piano and bring gale medicine during a blizzard in vain xo

the fact that they evidently cast annie without being certain that she'd be the same actress they use in the subsequent movies. with all respect to the actress they chose, i don't think she was the right choice for this role

sam claflin was good as finnick but every time i see him i just remember his role in the ableist movie "me before you" and it makes me upset. i hate having to associate one of my favorite characters with that!!!!!

i wish they'd been able to work in haymitch's backstory 💔

i would've liked to see more of katniss's interactions with the other tributes during training, especially the careers. granted, they weren't all that nuanced on the book anyway, but they at least had discernible personalities

the drastic tonal change to johanna's interview was kind of a weird choice. like it's iconic but i don't understand why they made that decision.

mockingjay part 1 - 4/5

things i like:

the action sequences in general

getting to see ordinary people in the districts participating in the revolution

plutarch changing necklace of rope to necklace of hope. like yeah he would fucking do that

the tribute center rescue sequence

things i don't like:

needs more moments where katniss is unstable and clearly mentally unwell. same with finnick

i would've liked to see more of the relationship between katniss and prim in this one. like we get a little (katniss bringing back buttercup) but i don't remember there being anywhere near as much as the book had

making coin sympathetic instead of showing her as the walking red flag of dictatorship that she is, just so they can have her assassination be a surprise in the next movie

lack of nuanced portrayal of the issues inside district 13. most movie-only viewers that i've spoken to, they thought the problem with 13 is that they're "communists" instead of. everything else they actually have going wrong.

i wish we'd gotten a little more of finnick's propo during the rescue

mockingjay part 2 - 2/5

things i like:

tigris 🐯

adaptation of the epilogue

things i don't like:

cutting johanna's role significantly and cutting the military training sequence so katniss can stow away on a jet to the capitol

i'm serious, the first time i tried to watch this movie i had to get up and walk away because katniss hitching a ride to the capitol made me so damn mad. it takes all the collective action from the previous movie and squanders it in favor of an unrealistic, individualist fantasy!!!! this is not my beautiful house this is not my katniss everdeen!!!

the capitol looks like every other generic gray warzone. where are my candy-colored buildings reduced to rubble.

[hahanoiwont]

Whither then! 3 5 7! I love hearing writers explain their writing if you hadn't noticed /silly

How lucky that I love talking about it! :D I will ramble under the cut :3

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

There are a ton that I'm so fond of, but here's a fun little parallel that most people don't pick up on! Here's Black on reaching the Surface:

For the first time in his life, Sans thinks that he may possibly survive. Not just tomorrow, not just the latest attempt on his life—he may survive to old age. Or at least, long enough to honestly expect to have a future. He will need to do things, make plans. Build a life for more than just a moment.

He has the means to do it intentionally this time, instead of pouncing on every opportunity and forcing things to work out. He will do it perfectly. He has the luxury of perfectionism, now. And so very much that he would like to do perfectly.

He is the well-adjusted, capable guardian of a new teenager—a guardian with status and experience to back him up, instead of a technically-adult child panicking and scrambling to hold on to his equally frightened brother. And as an experienced guardian, he can provide all sorts of teenager things which he and Papyrus never managed to have for themselves. The list is as long as the concept is delightful.

Schools, for one—humans do education entirely differently from monsters. He will need to attend meetings with Frisk’s educators, to ensure that they are adequate for Frisk’s education and personal betterment. There will be trips to chaperone.

Museums. Frisk has confirmed that those are real. He will have to take his brother to a museum—no, to every museum.

Not just museums, either. There are art stores. Sans knows of them. There are whole buildings with a plethora of supplies for something as precious and frivolous as colors of paint and different types of paper.

Each new thing he thinks of seems equally impossible on its own. The idea that all of these things exist—that he is equally able to experience any one of them, or several in succession, just because he wants to—is…beyond comprehension. And yet, it is his reality. Now, abruptly, it is all too real.

The gist of it is: the world is, briefly, full of possibilities. This is the last chapter of WT, immediately before losing Frisk and the end of the fic. And then Just, in the first chapter of WWU, has the revelation that he may be experiencing brief linear time between Flowey's loops and the end of the world:

If today is today, and not any day before, then the flower’s loops are done. Sans has a precious few hours of real time when what he does will matter, set in stone before the next loops begin. He’s probably slept through half of it, but he’s got the whole rest of the morning and early afternoon of actual, real time to use however he wants.

He can remake his notes, if he chooses, and they’ll be guaranteed to be back to a decent starting point in every future RESET. He can get a calendar for the sheer depressing irony of it, and it won’t go back to being un-bought. If he wants to take his mail in so his box doesn’t look like a mess, he can do that, and the end of the world will see him with a clean mailbox. Take down the lights on his house. Put up more lights on his house. Make Papyrus a new outfit as a present, so he might change out of the costume he’s been wearing for…however long it’s been.

Yep. He’s got all sorts of stuff he could do. The world is full of possibilities.

I just think it's a ton of fun that they have this parallel of doomed hope and doomed despair. Both are just before a huge twist of fate related to Frisk's dimension-hopping, and it's so interesting to me that Black considers the world open to him in a moment of insane hope, whereas Just considers anything possible in a fit of despair just before his presumed death. And then they each make actual plans after this to just plod right along and do the next thing they need to; Sans goes home and does laundry and Black decides to buy a house. Both plan to spend quality time with their respective siblings.

5: What part was hardest to write?

oh boy. WT just came fully formed out of me, I feel like--I rarely struggled with inspiration or desire to write. I had the most trouble rewriting chapters 1 and 2 honestly, trying to get them to meld better in their current form to what the story had become. What really tripped me up is trying to change what easily came out of my head, so making things fit together and polishing up character arcs, remembering little details...actually I remember a recent chapter in which I completely forgot Black's daddy issues and he had complicated thoughts about frisk being his baby without acknowledging his complicated thoughts about parenthood. Normally he's fine saying Frisk is his ward/sibling/occasionally his child, but only with the clarification that he would never be something as awful as a parent to them. So that was a whoopsie.

7: Where did the title come from?

Aha! My secret is that I just take a line from a Tolkien poem every time I can't think of anything to title a fic with. So Whither Then is from a poem, and The Road Goes On is the title of that poem, and thus the series title. WWU's title is just a pun. Whither without you (Frisk asking where they're going to end up alone, without Red, without any of their family); wither without you (Just starting out isolated and dying, Frisk's fear of abandonment); with or without you (the ultimate questions of what to do with Red, and whether Frisk wants him in their life).

Thanks for the opportunity to talk about my writing some more :3 I love chatting about my little guys. I'm so proud of them.

[moon-ursidae]

THE MANDALORIAN 3.01 SPOILERS

IT’S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I’VE SEEN MY BELOVEDS

this ep is only 36 minutes???

i wonder how they’re gonna break my heart in 36 minutes

or maybe they won’t idk

i’ve been conditioned to expect tragedy by tlou

ANYWAY

okay i hear forge sounds

THE ARMORER???

okay slay

GOD I LOVE THE MUSIC THANK YOU LUDWIG

SHE’S MAKING A HELMET ISN’T SHE

YUUUUUUUP

SLAYYYYYY

it’s small….

omg i thought it was gonna be a flashback to little din but paz is there

i kinda love that they’re showing this process

gives a bit more gravity to din’s situation

THIS IS THE WAH✨💅🏻

oh? what’s going on?

HOLY FUCK????

THAT’S A BIG CROC

GODDAMN.

seeing all these mandalorians is so sick

THAT HELMET SHOT??? SO GOOD

omg this really is a big croc it hit the death roll

OMG THE ARMORER???

YEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THAT’S MUTHA FUCKIN DIN DJARIN

I KNOW THE SOUND OF THAT FLUTE

I’M CRYING BYYYEEEEEEEEE

THE APOSTATE???????????

GO AWAY I’M A MESS

people that didn’t watch the book of boba fett are so confused right now

i’ve missed din djarin and grogu so goddamn much

HE’S WEARING HIS CHAIN SHIRT😭😭

he’s really like “yea girl i know what the fuck is up. i can redeem myself”

i’m SO HAPPY TO HAVE MY BOYS BACK

IS HE NAPPING?????

FUCK OFF

i’m gonna cry this is so sweet

the music is amazing oh my god

THE CINEMATOGRAPHYYYYYYYYY

THE WAY HE CRAWLS INTO DIN’S ARMS GET AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

NEVARRO NEVARRO NEVARRO NEVARRO

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“here to meet an old friend” god i love him

I LOVE SEEING THE WORLD FROM GROGU’S PERSPECTIVE WITH SUCH BRIGHT CHEERY WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYING UUUUUGH

the ig statue😭

“you remember your old friend?” STOP IT RIGHT NOW

GREEF!!!!!

high magistrate??? slay

the droids carrying the trail of his cape lmao

SETTLE DOWN??😭😭😭😭😭

“his name is grogu.” “if you say so.” HAHAHA

using the force for snacks oml i love him

pirates????

din leaning on the tree HAHAHA

he’s so ready for shit to hit the fan

karga is like “omg stop acting like ur 5 just come have a drink in my office”

“is there a problem here magistrate?” 💅🏻✨

he’s so ready to put these bitches in their place

are they really gonna have a shootout in front of a fucking school bc shit changed? please grow up

din is so ready oh my god

this is so western i love it

“try me” OOOOOOOOO

oh he’s good

hittin his hand like that

DIN LEANING HAHAHA

OH HE WAS READYYYYYYYY

this is so classic hollywood western

the framing and close up on karga, the lighting on his face, the music in the background UGH it’s so good

wait where’s the kid?

where’s grogu??

oh there he is jesus christ i got so scared just then

OH THEY’RE ADDRESSING CARA DUNE WAIT

“she was recruited by special forces” ahhhhh i see

i didn’t think they would kill her off like that

the way din shakes his head after learning gideon was sent to a tribunal :(

omg din as a lawman PLEASE

the idea of din being a marshal is so AHH

i love how greef is trying to get him to settle down rn

he’s really been domesticated since reinventing nevarro

“i need him back.” HUH?????? WHAAAAAT?????

IS THIS ACTUALLY GONNA HAPPEN???

“i need a droid i can trust to help me explore mandalore.” okay so he still has trust issues w droids

“and he’s that droid.” PLEASE HE SOUNDS SO SOFT UUGGHHH😭😭

i love when they prove all the himbo believers wrong

din djarin is literally so smart and clever i do not understand people that unironically believe that he’s dumb

to be a bounty hunter, and considered the best in the parsec?? you have to be damn smart for that

put some respect on the name PLEASE

omg grogu being right next to din while he’s working 🥺

i hope he wakes up omg plz

NOOOOO :(

you tried din :(

AND SUCCEEDED???? I SAW HAND TWITCHING

OH MY GOD😭😭😭😭

din djarin i know you’re at least somewhat smiling under that helmet

THE GIDDY LIL BOUNCE HE DID SHUT UP😭😭

OH SHIT. OH SHIT.

THIS IS HORRIFYING OH MY GOD???

“now that’s using your head.” DIN PLEEEAAASSEEEE LMAO

“if things go skud.” adding that one to the vernacular right away

sometimes i forget that star wars has slang in it

WAIT WAIT WAIT I JUST REALIZED IS THIS GONNA FUCKING BE BABU FRIK

NO. FUCKING. WAY.

i don’t think it’s babu?? BUT OH MY GOD

“uhhhhhh… okay.” I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HAHAHAHA

he’s always asking people if they speak huttese LMAO

THE WAY HE’S CROUCHED IN HERE OH MY GOD THAT MEANS HE HAD TO FUCKING CRAWL IN THERE HAHAHAHAHA

I LOVE DIN DJARIN

“this one is my friend.”😭😭😭😭

“i got it.” SO SASSY

“he says you should get a new one.” AND THE GLARE. I FEEL THAT GLARE THROUGH THE VISOR AND INTO MY SOUL

GROGU OH MY GOD HAHAHA

WHAT IS HE DOIN💀💀

THE APOLOGETIC HAND GESTURES “sorry about that. he’s young.” LMAOO

the way that grogu kept trying to grab him after din took him away HAHA

HE’S PISSED.

din djarin: ceritifed dad

teaching grogu about being a mandalorian and piloting a ship😭😭😭😭

i’m taking notes on this shit so i can be prepared when i daydream later🫡

bro what is this guy’s problem

GROGU STRAPPING HIMSELF IN ON DIN’S BANDOLIER SHUT THE FUCK UP RIGHT NOW😭

I’VE MISSED WATCHING DIN DJARIN OUT MANEUVER BITCHES

HE’S SO SMART

THE MUSIC???

I LOVE THIS SEQUENCE

oh shit. that’s a big ass ship.

“dank ferrik.” YYEEEAAAAAAAA

MANDALORIAN CASTLE???

getting flashbacks to kamino rn

so thiiiis is where bo katan is

“i’m here to join you.” oh??

“where were you then?” a child probably??

he’s so slay for that

he really said “FINE. i’ll do it myself AND prove you wrong” and sashayed away

“goodbye din djarin.” when did she learn his name? i don’t remember. everytime i hear someone say his name in the show i’m like THAT’S INSIDER INFORMATION HOW DO YOU KNOW?

what a fun first episode!! i’m super excited for the rest of the season and what’s to come next week!!

MORE MANDALORE WOOOOOO

STARRING PEDRO PASCAL YUUUUP

he is running the world rn i’m so proud of him

i’m so so so so happy to have mando back though. star wars means so much to me UGH <3

see ya’ll on sunday for episode 8😳 of tlou! if not sunday then next wednesday! <3

kate sackhoff is gorgeous lemme just say

OH HE WAS REEEEAAADDDYYYYYYYY

the mandalorian means so much to me uugh i’m so excited and happy to have my loves back

[lamonnaie]

hiiii gmmtv anon again ✨

i’ve been wanting to message you way earlier bc it’s so much fun to talk to you but life has once again been busy af 😮‍💨

the idol thing is funny but also kind of annoying when you’re actually here to watch them act even tho some of the content we’re getting out of it is cute despite 98% being cringe. and yes, a lot of them are very mediocre singers - like first, my beloved, for example. i don’t want to hate on him bc i’ve seen people saying he’s self-conscious about his singing so frankly i don’t understand why gmmtv keep making him sing like pls let him be 😭. gmmtv jumping on any opportunity to make money isn’t surprising tho like there’s even a forcebook fanmeeting in europe which is insane, and firstkhao going to brazil is also 🤯🤯🤯.

oh there will 100% be at least one het show for one of them in part 2. and idk why but gemfourth strikes me as a branded pair that wants to branch out a lot more into het shows asap especially gem. oh and honestly, i hate when people are losing their shit when their faves are hanging out with girls 😭. tbh i hate that dating is so taboo for a lot of famous people bc delulus be losing their mind when their faves aren’t dating the person they’re shipping them with. like let celebrities live laugh love and fuck whoever they want 😭.

i do hope that winny and satang will get to lead a show one day bc they’re great and i’m sure they will cement their status as a branded pair after “we are” is out. however, satang called winny and him “an underground pair” at a fanmeeting the other week and then proceeded to cry :5. this made me so sad bc they’re amazing and gmmtv also seems to believe in them since they’ve given them a logo and such.

i’m gonna skip through ploy’s yearbook and keep you updated. deal hahaha?

joong is so annoying but i adore him. yeah, ppw weren’t subtle at all with their spoilers hahahah. maybe they’re really gonna skip next year and then come back twice as strong in 2025 even tho i would love to get a joongdunk show every year.

oh, and did you see that gmmtv finally gave them a variety show??? it’s not something i would watch if joongdunk weren’t hosting but i love to see them interact so imma be watching every episode.

(i’m with you when it comes to the jd fanservice like i’m a fan and i love to be serviced by them. tbh they are the only cp where i’m mostly fine with it like i do cringe so much when firstkhao try fanservice bc they’re just too bestie-coded™️. i guess it’s due to joong just being a smooth motherfucker and on top of that he just seems to be a person whose love language is physical touch so the whole thing doesn’t seem forced or awkward. tho them being so good at it also invites people to be very delulu about them like the amount of “they’re for sure dating” posts i’ve seen on twitter in the last couple of weeks is insane like pls 😭

mark deserves a lead role and i am actuallycrossing my fingers for 2024 or 2025 at the latest like cmon. him getting a show as lead with neo would be the cherry on top tho hahahahah.

i’m with you when it comes to part 2. i’m hyped and excited to see what else gmmtv has in store, and tbh i’m already lowkey losing my mind bc jojo said something about him having 2 shows(?) in part two and that the trailer has already been filmed - the first thought that popped into my head when i read that was the firstkhao arm tattoo story like firstkhao leads with jojo as the director??? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP. and idk if i’m in the minority here but i would also love if they did our skyy 3 bc it’s so fun to get another glimpse into the world of your favorite characters 😭.

i was so sad when they postponed the last twilight trailer but oh my god it was worth the wait. i didn’t have a lot of expectations bc i couldn’t get into vice versa at all - maybe i was too biased towards jimmy bc i watched bad buddy before i started vice versa hahaha.

i’m so sorry for writing another essay 😭😭😭

hi anon!! :D gonna put this under the cut so i don't block up everyone's dash 😂

omg yeah it's actually super cool that they're having fms in so many places, like lbr if they came to my country i'd 100 percent go 😂 but ofc i wanna see the actors, y'know act. making first the singer character in only friends was definitely a Choice xD but honestly he's not too bad, like ohm's one of my favs but goddamn that man rlly cannot sing hajskdjhf 😭😭

msp was pretty much gem4th's debut so i get wanting to work in different things. given how tied together their branding is rn, it would suck if their only projects for the next however long were just with each other. but also at this rate, they have events/fms/lives practically every day, when are they gonna film my love mixup and then potentially other series 😭😭 after they pulled out of 23.5 i thought we'd get their next series very early 2024, but at this rate who knows (lbr gmmtv's just gonna keep milking them for cash with all the events first 😬)

"let celebrities live laugh love and fuck whoever they want" - words to live by, i tend to stay out of fandom spaces to do with the actual actors just coz it gets so toxic so quickly lmao, i'm here to watch my shows and fangirl in peace ✌️

naww i saw that clip of satang from the fm ahhh 🥺🥺 i have such a soft spot for wnst (especailly satang). gmm definitely seems to see their hype too and i'm so glad, honestly do think we're gonna get a main series with them soon enough (maybe they'll see how well We Are does first and go from there?)

on the topic of We Are, dangerous romance has turned me into a marcpawin stan, so i'm even more excited for it now

ahaha yes do keep me updated, i might skip through and watch specific scenes for the Plot (joong). just rewatched the trailer for the first time since the lineup and why did no one tell me joong's boxing in the show 😳😳

also apparently they've already started filming ploy's yearbook?? honestly so impressed with how quickly filming's going these days, apparently the trainee has already started filming and cooking crush isnt even out yet 😭😭

the jd show!! kinda wish gmm would branch out a bit with the variety show concepts, but yeah i'm absolutely tuning in for joongdunk xD (and the obnoxious sponsorships 😭 honestly kinda funny, and i'd definitely rather have the product placement in a variety show than in an actual series lol)

and yep the fanservice, honestly with jd they seem to be having fun with it too which works out for everyone. also joong's Insane (affectionate) i love jd but i kinda wanna see joong paired up with anyone and everyone atp. (do u know what lives rent free in my mind? that kiss or slap challenge joong pawin kiss) (also just joong in warp effect) the dating comments are honestly so 😭😭, the delulu shippers can never be stopped its very ajskdjfj

mark said recently in an interview that he has a main role planned for part 2!!! dont think it was confirmed or anything (he said he might have the role) but honestly that's enough for me rn

DAMN 2 shows?? jojo's always so busy hajskjd AND WAIT OH MY GOD IF WE ACTUALLY GET ANOTHER FK JOJO SHOW (!!!) completely forgot about that tattoo arm story but yeah that was hella sus, i'm gonna be keeping my eyes out 👀 although i was hoping for an fk romcom, that doesnt seem like it would be lmao

ngl wasn't a big fan of most of the our skyy 2 storylines, but the good thing about os and special eps is that i can choose to ignore them if i want 😂 so yeah, i'd be totally down for our skyy 3, although i dont think they'd do one so soon after the last? maybe for 2025 or 2026?

LMAOO bad buddy did jimmy dirty for so many people 😂 i wasn't planning on watching vice versa but then i saw sea in 55:15 (banger show if u haven't watched it, i'm forever on my spreading 55:15 agenda). apart from the product placement i thought it was a rlly solid show!! (but also the product placement is kinda hard to get past at times 😭)

friday nights have been my bl nights for almost a year now (i think i only skipped abaab in the middle) so i'd probably be continuing the tradition regardless of what aired lmao

ooh also anon do u have any show recs (gmmtv or not), i trust ur taste lmao and i need to fill up my to watch list 👀