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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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Plenty of beach girls and all this kind of sitting there relaxing snacking looking at stuff very casual I'll see anybody panicking I'm not looking around and the boats coming in and out as if it's perfectly normal and people are fishing and minorities

Zues Hera

Really saw them rocking and rolling last night now they're seeing around hanging out together so I guess they're tired. So you sort of get something so weird crowd okay very strange people but they're also extremely annoying it's just sit there on your son but everything down to like the millisecond and it's so damned annoying you would not believe it how awful nitpicky it is so go ahead and we're going to start countermeasures for the nitpicky crabby s*** I'm going to take care of business

Thor Freya

It's extremely upsetting but tomorrow they're going to regret it we did tons of exploratory work on the site and outside of the construction arena and see what you people are up to and we find out what you're up to so your whole world is going to come apart as is the world of Tommy f simultaneously you're ridiculous people you're looking around for a friend talking to people as if you know them and we said that for a while

So kind of classification of mistreatment that you don't understand you do take action on it and you do hear about it and you don't believe it's going to happen it's because you're fragrantly ignorant and you don't understand basic psychology talk to Karen was trying to explain it years ago and he gave up on it and he's not trump. Feeling I was just sitting there pissed off I said one day he's going to explode and we can have a tough time and those days are here and nobody can tell what it is having assumes we're still just doing crappy work half-assing and Sunday will get there so that's what his summary was and he said I'll probably check out sooner or later it's done if you want to hear the truth probably sooner than later and what he says is I'm respected enemy yes that goes somewhere. No I hate you people at first I hate you a lot more action today just wondering around saying you're going to wear them down and see all those dumb s*** and sitting there I'm bother you telling you what you're doing wrong and I'm saying what we're going to do to compensate you think it's nothing because you're stupid I know you're stupid your mouth is opening up what's going on tell you something to move your Bullock your days are numbered your people are under attack in little areas and the top of them are because of the islands after that they attack the islands then you go to the big Islands and that's it that's their last bastion and you're going to be forced out of here by 4:00 okay they're all talking about it and you say nothing's going on vintage technique and you're not inciting or exciting them but you don't have leadership that knows what they're doing and we don't want to tell you what to do because at this point we're sick of you too

Hera

When she's referencing is the everyday treatment and the idiotic running around that you more like you're doing and you're pissing her off on purpose and you're pissing me off purpose and you don't care and you're in circling me and harassing me with hundreds and hundreds of people who each insult me four or five times each every 5 minutes it's ridiculous none of you would withstand it and most of you break in a few minutes come back it's 20 different people Trump doesn't shot two or three times a day. And really I'm tired of chastising you and scolding you and trying to educate you I want you to leave me alone take your lumps you deserve and go find something else to do and if not you're going to pay and really you really I'm become useless because of this reason alone but you're making a lot of stupid mistakes all day long the comments are very fast extremely innate and Christ's name no group can never have a parallel not even with trumpsters at all I mean some of you are often your own and he's thinking of a win all the stuff massive delusion

Zues

Size attracting fans to try and get them to move and the same stuff I think it's assholes and I guess he's checking what he's doing that's fine huge number of people that bother our son and daughter today they do it every day and I think they're getting stuff make a list you know if you can get something make a list yourself this is what we got it's terrible and some of them try and help him and some of them are talking to about business and as a friend and then like it's a bunch of stupid jerks screwing around with them I guess you're going after each other that's understandable but I really don't have time money or leeway you don't have any room for it and we don't have to explain it it's on the FSU chips blow I guess maybe you don't have Intel and nobody's seen him and nobody seen these ships lunch that would explain it good news for you he's planning on launching a bunch of them this week and all the way up to probably about 8,000 miles and those ships there's a huge a****** sitting here like a retard these guys are rebounding and you know it's really kind of a weird War I guess there's a soft squishy Target so our father and mother say take some territory and get to work if you're projects are not enough there's too many of them that's a job so we're going to start doing that it's good too cuz otherwise we go off and do all sorts of stuff but really we need to shut them down and see why they're constantly humoring so horrible horrible noise we're also going to take over all these businesses tomorrow huge huge signing tomorrow it's the final signing for many businesses approximately 60 to 70% of the world's businesses tomorrow it's only going to increase so you have a good time then we're going to start around 2:00 and absorb everything else. We did take over victory motorcycle and we are starting to sell them again and we sell them to the dealers they won't have them just delivered unless they're us and they're going to pretend to us and the loser dealerships we can't stand them huge numbers of people trying it now and to see how we act and so forth. It's a gigantic attempted sham if it fails every time. And we have tons of them and we also have a lot of other types of bikes Chinese bikes I'm putting a slightly different frame out in motor but all the other parts are Chinese parts and huge numbers so those bikes are being sold and they're not so not the ones our son is looking at and the lower the price on those super cheap ones and they said they are 17 horsepower and they're not if the ones looking at and that's about 14 because that's off the tire a 17 is off the motor it's an old trick that's pretty good it goes pretty fast three times as powerful as the John Deere it's going to start going pretty soon

Thor Freya

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nsfwshiggy · 4 years

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tempo

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paring: dabi x hawks x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, threesome, double penetration, absolutely railed into dumbification, giving/receiving head, anal, deepthroat/facefucking, unprotected vaginal sex, cumming inside

word count: 2.1k

author's note: i don't know what happened or how this happened.. hope you enjoy lol

*side note after finishing, i don't know if i like the way this one turned out?

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usually you were very nitpicky with who you slept with but today you just didn't care about anything. the week barely just started and you were already counting down the days until you were freed by the weekend.

you didn't want to have sex with anyone you knew because there was no real thrill in doing that. you just didn't care about today let alone care about tomorrow's consequences. you had already put dating apps on your phone but never actually used them - they made you nervous.

you set up your account only adding two pictures, your face and one of lingerie you had just bought for the occasion. you had never planned on doing this again so why not make it special. you added a short and sweet bio:

looking for a simple one night stand. no feelings and no repercussions.

you left the app alone for a few hours because if this was actually going to happen you needed to get ready. you cleaned up your hotel room, you most definitely weren't giving out your real apartment address to some random person online so you got a hotel room, and put on fresh sheets right out of the package. you also took an extremely long shower, shaving this area and that area as well. you didn't care to put on makeup or do your hair either so you just didn't.

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four hours had passed since you made your account and you were honestly excited to see what kind of people would be interested in doing something like this. of course there was people you considered creepy and you just simply passed from those. you scrolled and scrolled until one piqued your interest.

dabi. he was extremely attractive with a nice body full of tattoos. if you were to pass him on the street you would definitely ask for his number but since this was strictly a one night stand you decided to keep it just as is. you were already feeling quite cocky about this whole thing so you messaged him -

if you actually look like your pictures you should definitely come over

you two continued the conversation back and forth for about thirty minutes before you actually gave him the hotel address and room number. you were finally starting to get nervous because he said that he would bring a surprise but wouldn't elaborate anymore than that.

you needed something to calm yourself down so you decided to have a glass of wine but not too much because you still wanted to remember everything tomorrow. you were looking out the hotel window at the amazing view you had just for one night before you heard a knock on the door.

you slowly walked to the door and looked through the peephole, it was in fact that same guy you saw in the pictures which helped calm you down more. nothing looked suspicious so you opened the door smiling at him, "hi i'm glad you came" you say letting him in.

it was weird because he didn't have anything in this hands that could possibly be your surprise so you thought maybe he had just forgot. you had a robe on covering the lingerie that you had put as one of your pictures but before you could let the robe drop to the floor there was another knock on the door.

you looked at the man standing before you confused but all he was doing was smirking. you walk back over to the door and looked through the peephole once again but you saw nothing. you look back at dabi and told him no one was there. you opened the door to look around and when you turned your head to the left there he was.

leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette right under the no smoking sign. "i wasn't sure if i had the right room.." he tells you blowing out smoke "but now that i have seen you, i think i got it right."

"surprise!" you hear from dabi behind you. this was your surprise? you were so beyond confused. "what are you talking about?" you ask him while the unnamed man let himself into your hotel room without permission.

"you said before that this was going to be a one time thing so why not make it memorable?" he says to you laughing before walking over to you pulling you into a kiss. you didn't even try to push away, you just kissed him back. "you aren't even going to introduce us?" you hear the man behind you ask.

"oh shit sorry. this is hawks. he is a friend of mine and we are both here to fuck you" he says while dragging a finger down your body until he reached the place that was keeping your robe from opening. he gave no care to it and quickly pulled on it so that it would come open giving him a good look at your body.

the man behind you, hawks, pulled the robe off the rest of the way letting it fall to the floor. you could feel his hands touching your waist and then his lips on the back of your neck. "i mean why not?" you tell them because like you said before you didn't care what happened tonight.

you walked away from both of the men and got on the bed and used your finger to call them over to you. they both walked over to you and in the process they took off what they were wearing only leaving their boxers on. you could see the outline of both of their dicks which made your mouth water.

forgetting about how nervous you were before it was all excitement now. dabi walks over to you without getting on the bed and pulls down his boxers letting his erection slap against his stomach. you lean over to get in front of him and slowly lick up his shaft while looking up at him. hawks was now behind you on the bed rubbing your ass and sliding a finger down your clothed slit making you moan in the process.

hawks pulled down your panties letting them fall to your knees while beginning to lick your wet heat and inserting a single finger into the hole you weren't expecting him to. this caught you off guard while you already had your mouth around dabi so it made you gasp around him sending vibrations up his body.

"do that again hawks" he said while grabbing a fist full of your hair pushing your head down further around him almost reaching the base. hawks did what he was told like dabi was the one in charge and pushed his finger into your hole again but this time he pushed it in further. it was a sensation you had never felt before and you didn't know if you liked it or not because right now it hurt and the only thing you were feeling was a burning sensation.

dabi liked the feeling of being down your throat, he liked seeing the tears forming in your eyes while you looked up at him while he thrusted his hips making his cock go deeper and deeper each time. hawks spit on his fingers so this time when he inserted the second finger it would go in easier, "i have to get you ready for me" he says while kissing your ass. he knew it didn't feel good but it would eventually.

every time dabi would trust into your mouth it would push you back on to hawks' fingers making them go deeper touching the spongey place deep inside you. because he had been doing it for a little while now it was starting to feel good making you moan around dabi. "that's it baby girl" you hear one of them say, you couldn't tell who had said it but you didn't care.

you knew dabi was close to cumming when he fully pushed himself down your throat and held your head there making his cock twitch before hot seed was being pumped down your throat. dabi was moaning out cuss words while he still had his dick down your throat, you tried to swallow around him so you could breathe a little bit but it was no help. noticing you were almost out of breath completely dabi finally pulled out and tells you sorry while you tried to catch your breath again.

"you can't break her just yet" you hear hawks say chuckling at dabi. he had fully stretched you enough so that it would be easy for him to enter his dick later. you wiped your mouth from the spit that came out while dabi was face fucking you. you were already such a mess and this was only the beginning.

dabi lays down on the bed and tells you to ride him. you make your way over to him before you are pulled away by hawks. "i get to fuck her first. you already got to cum loser" he says pushing you over the side of the bed with your ass in the air. he lines himself up with your tight hole before pushing it in making you grip onto the bed sheets.

he can hear dabi speaking to him but because of the pain you couldn't make out what they were saying. hawks was slowly thrusting into you so you could get used to it first but then he heard you start to moan. he smiled and started to pick up his speed, just like dabi before he grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled making your back arch forcing his cock deeper in you.

you had never done anal before but now you think it might be your new favorite thing. hawks slaps your ass with his other hand before letting go of your hair so he could grab onto your hips, his trust really starting to pick up now. you could feel his nails digging into your skin as you notice that dabi was watching you both while stroking himself.

hawks didn't want to finish just yet so he pulled out right before he did. because of the position you were just in your legs become a shaking mess making it hard for you to stand or even move. hawks picks you up and places you down on the mattress next to dabi, "let's fuck her at the same time" he says getting on the bed with the both of you.

dabi was already laying down and hawks got in front of him. dabi helped you get on top of him slowly entering himself into your wet cunt making you moan out loud because it had been awhile since you had sex and it felt so good to have something deep inside you. you thought you would cum just from this alone but before you could you felt yourself being pushed over so now you were chest to chest with dabi.

hawks inserted himself into you again but this time it went in way easier. the feeling of having both of them inside you was a feeling you had never felt before and you didn't want it to end. you could feel them rubbing against each other while still being inside you causing an amazing friction sensation. "fuck hawks she feels so good around my dick. she squeezing around me so hard" he says while grabbing onto your hips and trusting into you at the same time hawks was.

you had never had two guys at one time before but they were making you feel so good. you couldn't think of anything while you were being fucked by both men. your mouth had fallen open so now drool was coming out and landing on dabis stomach making a mess. "look at her dabi" hawks says while reaching around to squeeze your nipples making them hard, "she is going dumb around our cocks she can't even keep her mouth shut" he says making them both laugh

you were so close to finishing it but you didn't want it to end just yet so you continued to let them use your body and tried your best to not finish just yet. until they were cumming inside you filling up both of your holes, the warmth of their cum entering you made you finally reach your end making your eyes cross in the process. you were still a drooling and twitching mess when they finally both pulled out of you and left you laying on the bed.

"if you ever want to do this again" dabi says zipping up his jeans, "you know where to find me." you watch as both men walk out the door while you still try to catch your breath and calm down, you could feel their cum dripping out of you and onto the bed beneath you.

©️nsfwshiggy

#mha smut #bnha smut #boku no hero x reader #my hero academia smut #hawks x you #hawks x reader #dabi x hawks #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #hawks x dabi x reader #dabi smut #hawks smut

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docholligay · 3 years

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Shamash Answers: Holligay Hates

The question was basically, to give me a good ol kvetch: A Jewish method of complaining that is, at core, funny (and collaborative and community-based, but that’s a whole nother thing we’re not going to get into here, I just wanted FUNNY)

HERE WERE THE FIVE BEST:

Our new neighbors seem like very nice people, but either they are running a black market tile shop or they are tiling their entire house, apparently with special tiles that can only be cut between the hours of seven and ten by a single man armed with a very whiny saw. They’d better be making Minoan mosaics in there, that’s all I can tell you.-- Lou

I died at “making Minoan mosaics” ahaha

Pardon me, I do apologize for the bother, but please explain to me why you felt it necessary to plant flowers right up to the edge of the landscaped section of the parking lot? See, the way you have it done, if I park in the last spot, I can't open my car door without beheading petunias and whatever those ugly red feathery things are. I'm not a fan, but I still feel guilty being the cause of their demise. Also, once I have opened the car door and gotten put, I have to battle the jungle to get to the back of the car. I do not wish to play Tarzan each time I go for a drive, and I worry that there are ticks in your exotic grasses. Or venomous imported spiders, I did watch Arachnophobia last night, you know. And why is it all on such an artificially made, steep mound? We are not a mountain goat. You know what looks nice this time of year? Decorative cabbage. And it's low, so my car door would just sweep right over the top without inflicting damage. And they should be planted far enough apart to enable my easy egress from the parking area. Also, not a common habitat for ticks. -- @incorrecttact

I LOVE DECORATIVE CABBAGE. You can ask @keyofjetwolf, I mention it every time we go downtown and see them in the little planters! Also, yes, this is perfectly what I was talking about, and I love that you can vaguely hear Michiru saying this.

Well, if we're complaining then: How dare you live in a different timezone from me! Do you have any idea how many times I've seen you schedule something at noon, then needed to wait 2 whole extra hours before you actually started? At least 2 times! It was very boring! This is definitely something for you to fix, as the solution will not be me learning how time works. Also, your ask link on your blog has a period next to a comma, it looks dumb. -- @skylineofspace

“The solution will not be mel earning how time works” was great, but it was really the nitpicky editing at the end that sent me

Hey, Sis, I made the frozen pizza you asked for to clear up space in the freezer and we can finish our leftovers from 3 different meals tomorrow like you also requested. What do you mean why didn't I make eggs? No one told *me* there's a great sale going on I'm so sorry I forgot to enable my telepathy today. No, going on for 10 god-forsaken minutes about how it would have been much better to use up a bunch of older eggs is not going to transubstantiate the pizza you asked for and it's cold now because you kept kvetching about the bloody eggs instead of eating it.--- @annoni-no

THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD I DID A DRAMATIC READING FOR JETTY. I was giggling, but “transubstantiate the pizza’ killed me, beautiful, no notes.

You know what stupid ass shit I'm still pissed about? MIKE EATING THOSE SHITTY LITTLE DEBBIE MOTHER'S DAY CAKES. I put them on a top shelf, Doc. THEY WERE IN NARNIA'S NARNIA. So not only did he have to go out of his way to know they were even there, but then he didn't say WORD. FUCKING. ONE. to ask if they were for any purpose. WHO THE SHIT BUYS THEMED LITTLE DEBBIE CAKES WITHOUT REASON. Did he think I was lured in by the idea of a new flavour sensation possible only in Mother's Day cakes? NO BECAUSE THEY ALL TASTE THE EXACT FUCKING SAME DON'T THEY. PLUS they're still like $2.78 a box because they've never contained a single ingredient natural to this planet. So if seeing them sparked a sudden desire for Miniscule Deborah snack cakes, maybe, I dunno, GO FUCKING BUY SOME. But no. NO. He had to take the THEMED ones TUCKED AWAY, and then -- AND FUCKING THEN -- eat THE ENTIRE GODDAMN BOX. Not just one and then "oops I wasn't thinking". THE WHOLE BLOODY BOX. So he either ate them slowly over the course of several days without once stopping to think, or he inhaled the entire box in one sitting, and which is worse?? Which pathway of possibility is the least appealing? I don't know! I can't decide! But he did it over two years ago, AND STILL IT SOMETIMES POPS INTO MY HEAD AND IN THAT MOMENT I'M THREE SECONDS AWAY FROM DIVORCE I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD and over LITTLE GODDAMN DEBBIE-- @keyofjetwolf

I die EVERY FUCKING TIME I READ THIS. This is exactly what I was looking for, a petty wild ride from beginning to end, amazing, iconic, also, the soul of being married, kids, let me tell you what.

#eights days shamash drawing

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e-milieeee · 4 years

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christmas eve—adrienette

Summary: Christmas Eve with the Dupain-Chengs is even better than what Adrien imagined.

Notes: A commission for @mlbforblm!

Word count: 1.2k (a significant amount longer than it was supposed to be... whoops?)

Adrien Agreste isn’t good with presents.

He supposes it runs in the family. After all, his father had gotten him ridiculously expensive pens three years in a row, a gift that took an embarrassingly little amount of thought even for his father—and he hadn’t even bothered to buy them himself. Then there was the one time he had initially thought his father had gotten him something worthwhile only to find out he had really done nothing at all—and stole the credit for Marinette’s gift.

So, yeah. Adrien’s been cursed with hereditary bad gift-buying genes, but he resolves that this time, it won’t be as bad.

He arrives at the Dupain-Cheng’s bakery five minutes before the arranged time, and in fear of appearing rude, he loiters outside in the cold, huffing out breathes of white air as he toes the ground and tries to stay warm. Then, six o’clock on the dot, he knocks on their front door.

The bakery is closed for Christmas Eve, but it doesn’t mean the interior looks less lively. In fact, the lights are brighter than usual, cheery and warm, and Adrien can almost feel the chill seeping from his bones just by looking at it.

Marinette opens the door for him. Her hair is tied up in a single ponytail instead of pigtails, and she’s dressed in a beige turtleneck paired with leggings and pink slippers.

The slippers, he’s now used to. The Dupain-Chengs didn’t have many things they were nitpicky about, but apparently wearing slippers around the house is one of them.

“Merry Christmas,” Marinette grins, leaning upwards to press a kiss against his cheek. “My parents are just finishing up dinner, so we can wait for a little while until everything is done cooking. I’m so glad you could make it.”

He smiles back. “Me too. Are you sure your parents don’t need help in the kitchen…?”

Marinette waves her hands. “I’m going to say they’re good on their own, especially because—” she raises her voice and turns to the kitchen, “THEY JUST KICKED ME OUT SAYING I WASN’T NEEDED.”

Sabine laughs in response. “Darling, just relax! Your father and I have it handled.”

Marinette sticks out her tongue at the kitchen, looking unfairly adorable, before turning back to Adrien. “Um, in case you want to stay over for tonight as well we have an extra futon that you can use. My parents wanted you to stay and open gifts, at least.”

Adrien perks up at the mention of gifts, remembering his own mission. He holds out his left hand, previously hidden behind his back, and extends the small gift bag to Marinette. “Merry Christmas. I wasn’t… well, I’m not the best at gifts, so I hope you like it.”

“It could be Plagg’s rotten cheese and I’d like it if it were from you,” she whispers.

“That’s absolutely uncalled for,” Plagg’s voice hisses as he pokes his head out of Adrien’s collar. “I wouldn’t share my cheese anyway, so…”

Marinette rolls her eyes at his kwami. She and Plagg have an interesting relationship, to say the least. “Tikki has a present for you as well, you little gremlin, but your behaviour determines whether or not you receive it.”

Plagg blows a raspberry at her before hiding back into Adrien’s collar, and he shoots Marinette a sheepish glance. “You can open your present now,” he tells her. “I want to see your reaction.”

As skeptical as he is about the gift, it’s the truth that he’s excited—after spending five hours at the mall as Chat Noir, he had taken a bit of pride in what he had gotten. Marinette takes the bag from his fingertips.

It’s dainty and pretty, decorated as the marketed Christmas special. “Even the bag looks expensive,” Marinette jokes weakly.

Adrien honestly has no clue how much it had all cost. He’d taken money out from the bank beforehand so it couldn’t be traced back to his identity and told Nathalie that he wanted to buy himself a watch. She’d barely questioned it.

Marinette tugs out the small box in the bag. She glances at Adrien with wide eyes. “Is this…”

“Open it,” he prompts, unable to stop the grin from sneaking onto his face.

She does so, peering at the necklace nestled inside. From where she’s standing and the downturned position of her face, Adrien can’t see her expression. But she doesn’t look up at him, only continues staring at the gift, and he’s hit with another wave of self-doubt. Had he really inherited his father’s bad taste for gifts?

“Um, Marinette? It’s okay if you don’t like it because honestly I didn’t really know what I was going for—”

She looks up at him. All the words stick to the back of his throat when he realizes her eyes watery.

Marinette’s crying. Had he made her cry? Was the gift that bad? Panic seeps into him like ice water in his veins.

“Uh,” Adrien manages out, though his brain is short-circuiting. “I’m—is it that bad? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… I’m not great with presents and I can get you something else and—”

“No,” Marinette interrupts. “You idiot. This is… this is amazing. How did you even…”

Oh. Oh.

“You like it,” Adrien interprets correctly at last. “Oh.”

“Like it?” Marinette echoes incredulously. “Adrien, this is gorgeous and I don’t—I don’t even know what to say. I love it so much, seriously.” Gingerly, she lifts the necklace out of the box. On it dangles two charms: a neon green cat’s paw and a ladybug, both embedded with small gems that glitter an assortment of colours in the light—even the colours they are not. Adrien had gotten it customized at the most popular jewelry store he’d spotted at the mall. The girl working at the front had been skeptical (or maybe overwhelmed), but in the end she’d taken the offer. Adrien thinks dressing up in costume probably had something to do with it.

“Do you want to put it on…?” he asks, slightly hesitantly.

Marinette’s entire face light’s up. “Yes, please,” she grins, lifting the chain out to hand to him.

Carefully, Adrien brushes aside stray strands of hair. His fingers shake a little around the clasp, but after a few fumbles he manages to clip it together.

“There,” Adrien breathes, as Marinette turns around and lifts the charms on the tips of her fingers. Her mouth forms an O. “It’s so pretty. Did you… wait, did you get this customized?”

He smiles sheepishly. “Maybe.”

She leans up on her tiptoes and presses another kiss against the cheek. “Tell me it wasn’t that expensive.”

Adrien has no idea what constitutes as expensive, so he says, “Not really.”

Marinette sighs. “Alright. Please don’t feel obliged to get me big gifts. I didn’t—um, well, I didn’t get something nearly as intricate but I did make you something and I think—well, I hope—you’ll like it.”

He’s pretty sure his heart swells at that, but he keeps his cool. “I’m excited to see what you’ve got,” Adrien tells her, and Marinette takes his hand and tugs him towards the couches. “Like you said—you could’ve gotten me a slice of Plagg’s half-eaten camembert and I’d still be happy.”

“Shut up,” Plagg hisses from inside his shirt.

Marinette plops down on the couch with a laugh. “Thankfully, it’s a little better than that. But still, Adrien—nothing too fancy in the future, okay?”

“Marinette!” Sabine’s voice comes from the kitchen. “We’re almost finished, so set the table, please!”

Adrien glances at the kitchen, then leans in to whisper, “Is this a bad time to mention I bought your parents that new stove you said your mom wanted? It’s arriving via shipping tomorrow afternoon.”

Marinette lets out a noise of disbelief and mock exasperation in the back of her throat. “What are we going to do with you?” she asks. “C’mon, pretty boy, let’s go set the table and we’ll figure it out later.”

Notes: Here’s my fics masterlist!

#miraculous ladybug #is adrien a mess? yeah u bet he is #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #post reveal established relationship #mlb fic #my writing #mlbforblm #commissions #fluff

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maybedefinitely404 · 4 years

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American Dream

Genre: angst with a happy ending/fluff

Pairing: romantic Dukexiety

World: just-out-of-high-school AU

Content: homophobia, threatened abuse from parents (no actual violence), extreme cold, getting kicked out, minor religious talk, getting outed, AIDS and death mention, fluffy Dukexiety because my heart needs it.

Word count: 2.3k

Comments: She doesn’t have Tumblr, but I need to give a shout out to my kiddo for proof reading and beta-ing most of my fics. She pushes me to write more, and even if she won’t see this, I just need to say it.

This fic is inspired by the song American Dream by MKTO.

Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up…

The night coolness spread through Virgil like a sickness. It was unforgiving, toxic, seeped with the memories of the evening that curled through his stomach in dark tendrils. Below his bare feet, the sidewalk burned in the way that only ice does, small pebbles digging into his soles. He would do anything for socks. God, why hadn’t he grabbed socks?

Probably for the same reason he hadn’t grabbed shoes.

Please pick up, please pick up, c’mon, pick up already!

His eyes hurt. They already burned with unshed tears that he’d still been too scared to release, and the cool air didn’t help. Crying on the street was a vulnerability he wasn’t ready to face. His lungs burned. He’d been sprinting non-stop for who knows how long. His own panicked gulps for air and the all-too-loud hum of a blinking streetlight were the only sound on the silent street. Virgil had been watching the moths swarm at the fixture for who knows how long, finding odd solace in the fact that at least there was still some life in the darkness. They were still alive, untouched, same as they were yesterday and probably the same as they would be tomorrow, unfazed by the complete turmoil his life had become. And that was somewhat comforting.

“Virgie, you okay? It’s almost midnight!”

Thank fucking god. He opened his mouth to speak, to explain to Remus what had happened. Obviously, Remus would care. That wasn’t a doubt in his mind; that was the only reason he wasn’t anxious as all fuck right now… about the call, that is. He was anxious about approximately everything else. But as soon as the first noise made its way past his lips, the first utterance of a plea for help, everything that he’d been holding back burst forth like a broken dam. He clamped his hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the loud sobbing that he suddenly couldn’t contain.

“Shit. Virgil, what happened? I’m coming over. Are you at home?”

That’s the issue. “No,” he gasped, mildly surprised he hadn’t crushed the phone with the way his grip tightened, “I got kicked out.”

“What the fuck?!”

Virgil flinched. “Can… can you come p-pick me up? I’m at the corner of Jackson and Pullard. Please, please, come get me…”

“Yes. Absolutely. I’m on my way. Stay there, okay?”

Virgil hung up reluctantly after agreeing, not wanting his boyfriend to drive while on the phone, even if Remus gladly would have done it. In fact, he’d used to do it all the time; text, eat, do his makeup, all while cruising down the freeway. He’d only put a stop to it when he saw how much it affected Virgil.

He counted down the minutes on his phone, always having been nitpicky with times, knowing that it shouldn’t take Remus more than ten minutes to get there. If he remembered correctly where he was at the moment, that is. Remus had gotten kicked out of his parents’ house in his senior year of high school after a bad fight. They’d never really been great parents, always showing favoritism towards his brother (amongst other things), and he was more than willing to leave. Virgil had tried to beg his parents to let Remus stay with them, but they’d downright refused, calling him a bad influence and a string of other insults that Virgil didn’t even like to think about. God forbid what would happen if they found out the two were dating.

…Well, they did now. And God hadn’t exactly forbidden what they’d done.

But Remus hadn’t had a solid place to live since it had happened almost a year ago. He couch surfed for a while, bouncing between some old friends who had now gone off to college, or just lived in his car. He’d made it work, and had claimed to Virgil that he actually didn’t mind it that much. If he was telling the truth, Virgil wasn’t sure. He’d saved up some money and bought an inflatable mattress that filled up his back seat area, and Virgil was able to give him his family’s old camping stove by convincing them they lost it. It’s not like they’d gone camping since he was a kid, anyways. Last he’d checked, Janus was home for break and Remus was staying with him for the two weeks he was in town, but those two weeks were probably pretty close to done. Unfortunately, Virgil and Janus had never gotten along, so Remus didn’t bring him up. It was a mutual understanding.

As soon as Remus’ car pulled up to the curb, ten minutes on the dot, Virgil basically flung himself into the passenger seat. The car was warm, so so warm, he almost cried again, this time in relief. Remus pulled back onto the road as soon as he was buckled on.

“Vee, what happened?” It wasn’t hard to guess, there were only so many reasons his parents would have to kick him out. He’d narrowed it down to his parent’s finally having it with Virgil’s tattoo artist dream, or… well…

“Someone at my mom’s work found my Instagram. She went up to my mom, basically started gushing about ‘how handsome I was with my boyfriend’. Specifically the picture of us at Pride from a couple years ago.”

“Ah.” Remus knew the picture well. He’d printed it out and it was pinned to the inside of his sun visor.

“Yeah. Mom called my dad, they were both waiting when I got home. Had screenshots and everything. They grilled me about ‘dishonoring God’ and ‘throwing away my life’. Said I was gonna get AIDS. Die before twenty five. Ya know. The whole lecture.”

Remus didn’t. Surprisingly, him being gay was not a concern of his parent’s. His brother was gay too, and they didn’t give a rat’s ass about that. He nodded along anyways.

“They went on for so long. It was insane. Then they dropped the whole ‘you’re not our son’ thing-” Virgil’s voice cracked, but he swallowed around the lump in his throat and continued, “I figured this is where it was leading to, them kicking me out? I thought they’d give me time to pack, though. Except my dad started getting physical-”

“HE WHAT?!” Remus was tempted to turn the fucking car around and drive to Virgil’s house, just to give his parents a piece of his mind. He was fuming; fuck, he hadn’t been this mad in a while.

“Relax, Rem. I got out before he could actually land a hit. That’s why I don’t have anything with me. I had to run.”

“Doesn’t make it any better.”

“I know.” Virgil pulled his feet up onto the seat cross legged, trying to rub some feeling back into them. Luckily, they weren’t bleeding, just cold as hell. That was one less thing to worry about. “Thanks for picking me up.”

“Of course, Vi,” Remus’ voice had taken on a softer edge that he rarely allowed anyone to see, and he reached over to take one of Virgil’s hands into his own, “Speaking of which, why were you on Jackson? That’s, what, three miles away from your house?”

“When I say I ran, I mean literally. I was scared they would follow me.” Virgil shrugged, as if the statement wasn’t the most heartbreaking thing Remus had ever heard. “I wasn’t thinking clearly, I just ran. That’s why it took me so long to realize I should call you.”

Remus sighed, letting his thumb run against Virgil’s knuckles. “You don’t have to act all brave, Vi.”

“I don’t think I ever saw you cry when you got kicked out.”

“That’s because I didn’t love my parents. I honestly didn’t. I know your parents mean a lot to you. And I’m sorry it went down like it did.”

It was the truth, but he honestly didn’t want to think about it right now. What kind of loving family kicks out their child? Virgil took a shaky breath in and mumbled, “Can we talk about it tomorrow?”

“Okay. Let’s talk about something else. What’s our plan?”

Virgil was quiet for a long moment, as if deep in thought. He watched the scenery fade from his suburban area of town to the darker, rural parts of the town’s edge, not knowing or caring where they were driving. The escape from street lights was nice. “Why do we need a plan?”

Remus’ eyebrows shot up at the sudden playful tone in Virgil’s words. “Oh?”

“I mean, is anything really holding us here?”

“My, my,” Remus crooned, pulling into an empty lot and parking in the furthest spot from the street, “I thought I was the impulsive one.”

“I’m serious, Rem!” Virgil laughed, swatting lightly at Remus’ hand. The happy sound was like music to his ears. “I’m dead serious! What’s keeping us here?”

“Patton? Logan?”

“Both across the country. And you know they’re considering staying there when they graduate.” Janus’ name was an understood thing. They both knew his school was barely an hour from the other two. Even if Virgil couldn’t stand the guy, he knew that Remus and Janus went far back. Judging by Remus’ slowly brightening expression, he could assume that Janus would probably be down to stay there as well.

“Work?”

“I work at Walmart. They won’t miss me. Try again.”

Remus scrunched his eyebrows almost thoughtfully, even though this was maybe the easiest decision he’d ever had to make. Plus, they both knew Remus didn’t really ‘think’ in general. “It almost sounds like you want to take a roadtrip, my little emo.”

Virgil scrunched his nose at the nickname, but let a wider smile spread across his tear stained cheeks. “I kind of do.”

Remus shut the car off, turning to his boyfriend with a shit eating grin. “I like this new side of you.”

“Well…” Virgil’s voice turned sheepish under the almost cheshire cat level expression, “Should we?”

“Let’s make up our minds tomorrow.” Remus stated, gesturing to the mattress behind him, “Sleep for tonight. You must be exhausted, coming up with ideas like this.”

Virgil grumbled under his breath, something about ‘not being a baby’, but clambered into the backseat after Remus, double checking the locks on the doors as he went. The air mattress was comfier than he thought it would be, and it was only made better when Remus pulled him in like a teddy bear, tugging a blanket over them. They both sighed in contentment, then promptly burst out laughing at the synchronicity.

“Oh my god, what have we become?” Remus gasped, pulling Virgil in closer nonetheless. Virgil snorted in response, looking up to meet Remus’ eyes through a haze of sudden exhaustion and amusement. The laughter died down slowly as they both gave in to their fatigue, finishing the day with a slow kiss that left them both breathless. Virgil fell asleep with plans forming and circulating through his mind, the rest of the evening almost forgotten.

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His parents were at work, and Virgil knew their kitchen window didn’t lock properly, which was what led to him stuffing everything he could into a black duffel bag while Remus kept watch from his car. He wasn’t too concerned about the parents coming home, but it gave him ample time to look over the map he’d bought from the gas station that morning and plan a route. He didn’t want to admit that his leg was shaking from pure excitement. This idea had been somewhere in the back of his mind for a long time, but he knew Virgil valued his relationship with his family and liked being near them, so he never brought it up. Granted, the situation wasn’t great, but he considered this ‘making the best of it’. A twisted paradise.

He barely flinched as his trunk was thrown open and Virgil threw his bag inside before hopping back into his seat.

“Okay, so how about we drive up to Maine, apparently the sea food is legendary! Then we cut back through Ohio. There’s literally nothing in Ohio, but we can cross it off the list at least! And then-”

Virgil laughed, cutting him off, “I thought we weren’t planning!”

“Well, we need at least a rough idea,” Remus said with a pout, “What we do there and how long we stay, that’s up to impulse. I was thinking we should try to get through all the states, wouldn’t that be cool?”

Virgil could only nod, leaning forward to kiss Remus again. “Sounds amazing,” he murmured, so close they were almost touching. They’d talked to Logan and Patton earlier that morning, and they were equally as excited for the two of them. Remus had called Janus while Virgil was packing, quickly explaining the situation (and also why Remus had disappeared in the middle of the night), and Janus supported it. Made sense, since he was almost as impulsive as Remus. Plus, he was going back to school in a couple days, so it didn’t make much of a difference. That said, they still didn’t have a time limit. Their friends were just starting second semester, meaning they could schedule themselves to arrive in California for summer break, or they could spend longer on the road. But schedules are for chumps.

As they rolled out of the quaint neighborhood Virgil had grown up in, Remus reached down and took his hand again. “Say goodbye to white picket fences.” And god, the joyful expression on Virgil’s face was enough to make him melt.

By the time they hit the freeway, they were both nearly shaking with anticipation. Virgil stuck his hands out the sunroof, the wind whipping through his hair, and let out a whoop that was almost contagious. This was the start of something amazing, they both felt it.

Cali, here we come.

#lywrites #sanderssidesfanfiction #sanderssides #dukexiety

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miss-tc-nova · 4 years

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Contagious Affection - Riku x Reader

Oh my gods! I’m so sorry this took so long! Life’s been crazy, you know, but I’ve been thinking about it ever since you asked. Thankfully, things are gonna slow down for me soon and I can focus more on what I love: writing.

I hope you enjoy.

~~~~~

“Riku! Stop!”

The perpetrator freezes, shock across his face and a fist against his eye. Huffing, I slap his hand down and proceed to clean it with a wet wipe.

“Ugh, this sucks,” he grumbles, blinking awkwardly to relieve his clearly irritated eyes.

“Yes, but if you don’t keep your hands away from your face, you’re gonna make it worse and get your germs everywhere.” I point a finger at him. “And if you give me pink eye, I’m gonna make you miserable.”

Threats bounce off his resilience. “With you around, I don’t know if that’s possible.”

“Shush! No amount of smooth talk will soothe my rage if I get infected! Got it?!”

“Yeah yeah,” he says, clearly not taking me seriously.

“Good. Now go take everything off the bed so I can wash it.”

That saps his pleasantness. “Don’t you think you’re going a little overboard with this?”

“Listen, I’ve had pink eye before—it ain’t fun. I do not want it again and if all this seems excessive, it’s only because sometimes you have trouble following the really simple instructions such as STOP TOUCHING YOUR EYES!”

His hand instantly drops as he realizes what he’s doing. “Oh…”

A stern point directs him to the bottle of sanitizer on the nightstand. I’m not quite exasperated with the boy, but I will be thoroughly annoyed if I get pink eye because he can’t restrain himself.

Riku begins pulling the bed apart and I amble into the hall for clean linen. As I’m digging through the closet, the doorbell rings. Lo and behold, we have unexpected guests in Riku’s closest friends.

“Hey,” Sora greets with a beaming grin.

Kairi waves. “Hi.”

The answer is pretty much guaranteed but it’s only polite to ask. “Hey guys. What’s up?”

“Is Riku around? He promised to show us one of his master techniques he came up with,” the red-head answers.

“I’m sorry, but Riku really shouldn’t hang out today. He’s got pink eye.”

The last thing I expected from his two best friends is that they would light up at the news of Riku having a contagious infection.

“Really?!” Sora exclaims. “His eyes are pink?!”

No politeness is offered as the pair bustles past me. I close the door, a bit perturbed, and scurry after the two who have ambushed my inflicted boyfriend in the bedroom.

“Woah! Hey! What the hell?!”

“C’mon! Lemme see!” Sora demands, practically scaling the taller boy while Kairi watches expectantly.

“Sora! Get off!”

That’s when I see the hands reaching for Riku’s face.

Snatching the back of his jacket, I tear Sora off and put myself between the sick and the visiting. “Woah woah woah! What are you doing?!”

“We just wanna see!”

Kairi puts in her defense. “Yeah. I haven’t seen his eyes change colors yet.”

It hits me what they’re thinking. “Riku doesn’t have pink eyes!” I exclaim. “He has pink eye! And he’s still contagious! Go wash your hands!”

The girl’s eyes widen as she comprehends but Sora is still clearly confused. “He what?”

I throw a finger in Riku’s direction. “Look at him! His eyes are still green; the pink is on the outside! He’s sick and you were touching his face! You’re gonna get sick if you don’t go wash your hands now!”

“You better do as they say,” warns Riku. “They’ve been disinfecting everything and threatened to tie me to a chair at least twice.”

Finally, Sora hurries off to the bathroom and Kairi asks, “Isn’t pink eye pretty mild?”

“Usually, but I had a pretty bad infection when I was little and I do not want to do that again,” I explain. “It doesn’t help that Riku keeps forgetting not to touch his face every five minutes.”

His eyes roll at my complaints and a hand instinctively reaches up to alleviate the resulting irritation. It barely takes any thought to swatting his hand.

“If I somehow make it through the next few weeks without getting it, it’ll be a miracle.”

“You’re just being dramatic,” Riku reprimands.

“No, you’re being careless,” I retort, resuming his half-finished assignment of pulling off the sheets and blankets.

Kairi and Sora visit for a while, frequently forgetting that Riku is contagious until firmly reminded. On the bright side, despite his irritation, Riku doesn’t seem all that put out by his infection—I’d hate to see him truly under the weather.

Bidding farewell, the guests take their leave and I close the door behind them.

“Those two will have pink eye this time tomorrow,” I mumble.

Riku agrees, “Probably—Sora touched his face like half a dozen times in the last hour.” Returning my full focus to the job of cleaning the apartment, I stroll towards the kitchen. “What are you doing now?”

“I gotta make dinner. But I’m gonna be lazy and just do mac and cheese.”

A grip on my shoulder pulls me around so he can lead back towards the sofa. “Will you slow down for a moment. You’ve been going non-stop since we got back from the clinic. Take a break.”

He’s right but while I want to just collapse and spend some time with the sickie, there’s a lot to clean to make sure the contagions don’t spread. “Riku…”

“Nope.” One more nudge puts me on the couch. “Relax. No one’s going to die, or get sick, if you take a break for ten minutes.”

Attempting to thwart his task is a beeping alarm. “And that’s the laundry.”

“If I go switch it over now, will you just sit with me for a bit?” My sigh of defeat is taken as an answer and he leaves to throw the clothes in the dryer before coming back to flop beside me. In an effort to distract me, his hands play with my fingers as we chat. It’s the most peace I’ve had since waking up to the invasive illness.

Honestly, Riku’s always been the laid back one in our relationship, versus my nitpickiness; he can roll with life’s surprises better than I can. The boy wasn’t even going to go to the clinic until I practically shoved him out the door. And though sometimes this indifference can get irritating, he’s always been a pro at keeping me from going overboard and drowning myself in self-imposed responsibilities. In the same vein, I tend to keep things a bit more orderly around here. It’s not that he’s a slob or anything but—as evident with this pink eye—some things just get away from him.

“Alright, now I really should go start dinner,” I hum. An annoying buzz sounds. “Is that the dryer?” I glance to the clock before swiping at Riku. “That was way longer than ten minutes!”

“Whoops,” he chuckles, not the least bit fazed by my attack.

“You’re terrible. How I get anything done with you around is beyond me.”

“Because you’re amazing.”

“Don’t try to butter me up,” I scoff. When he simply smiles, the reality of how hectic I’ve been today begins to set in. A soft laugh escapes me. “Geeze, how do you put up with me?”

That grin softens, becoming the embodiment of admiration; it nearly entices me to forgo dinner to indulge in his company.

That comfort falters when a ring of magenta sparks in his eyes, swallowing the teal color until all that’s left behind is that vibrant shock.

“Because I love you,” he hums.

First off, neither of us have come up with the courage to say that yet and I know I should be over the moon with delight, but I’ve never seen anything like this before so all I can do is stare. This is not the reaction he was expecting, though, and that soft happiness vanishes.

“Oh my gods! Was that too soon?! You don’t have to say it back! I—”

“Your eyes are pink!” I manage to blurt out.

It’s his turn to stare. “Yyyyeah…I have pink eye.”

“No! They aren’t green anymore—they’re pink!”

The blush flushing over his face nearly matches the color of his eyes. “O-Oh…”

“I’ve never seen this before!” I push off the sofa. “I better call the doctor and—”

Riku’s hand snatches my wrist. Looking back, I find him wearing that same warm smile—that magenta shade undulating brighter. “It’s okay; it’s a dream eater thing.”

This is where he has to explain to me what a dream eater is, how he ended up becoming one, and that his eyes occasionally change color depending on his emotions.

“Is this what those two were talking about when they wanted to see your pink eyes?” I ask after.

“Yeah.”

“Oh thank gods—I was really worried about their sanity for a moment.”

“You should still be worried,” the young man teases.

We share a laugh but as I watch him, I can’t help noticing the brightness in his eyes. “So, if the color depends on your mood, what does pink mean?”

I half expected the guy to break out in another full blush, but instead it only accents his cheeks as he smirks. “I know you’re smart enough to figure it out.”

I’d kiss him if I wasn’t afraid of his pink eye, the sickness not the eye color. Still, I follow his lead: “I love you too.”

~~~~~

The next day…

“I told you guys if you weren’t careful you were gonna get it too,” I scold, smacking Sora’s hand from his face with a wet wipe. “Stop touching your eyes!”

He complains, “But it itches!”

“I don’t care!” I snap, turning my glare on Kairi who’s halfway to rubbing her eyes. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna put eye patches on both of you and tie you to chairs!”

“They’re not joking,” Riku adds, giving me the side eye. “I was stuck at the kitchen table for three hours this morning.”

“See? Don’t tempt me,” I say, eyeing the sulking pair. I swear, getting these two to resist the urge to rub their eyes is worse than keeping the seagulls at the pier away from food.

When there are no more complaints, I stalk into the kitchen to start dinner, of which I now have to make extra.

“Thanks for taking care of them,” Riku hums, having followed.

“It’s fine. We knew they were gonna catch it,” I reply, washing potatoes in the sink. A little simper takes over. “But they aren’t gonna tell me they love me and get glowing eyes too, are they?”

“No,” he sighs. “Just me.”

“Just for me?” I coo.

Riku chuckles. “Just for you.”

Putting aside the food, I tug at his shirt. “Say it.” I’ve made this demand a few times already so it’s no wonder he just laughs. “Come on, please. Say it!”

I could fly our whole apartment building with the butterflies raging in my stomach at the sight of that fuchsia flash. With absolute adoration, he snakes his arms around my waist and nuzzles against my nose.

“I love you.”

Delighted, I bury my face in his chest, squeezing as tight as I can. His chin nudging against my forehead makes me look back.

“Your turn now,” he insists.

Without hesitation and knowing that I one hundred percent mean it, I respond, “I love you too.”

“Good, because now you’re probably gonna get pink eye,” he snickers, indicating our close proximity.

“Shit!”

#riku #kh riku #riku x reader #riku kingdom hearts #novas requests #gender neutral reader

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justine-the-guillotine · 4 years

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I saw on your profile status in ikerev you said it deserved better and I agree but why do you personally think that

It's no secret that IkeRev is my favorite Cybird game but I'm gonna preface this by saying I also really enjoy IkeVamp and I spend money on IkeVamp just like I spend money on IkeRev, so I don’t want anyone to think I’m hating on the game or on Cybird (because I owe Cybird my life and sanity to be quite real with you) when I say what I’m about to say.

But the way Cybird treats IkeVamp is wayyy different than they treat IkeRev. Please note, I only play the EN versions of these games, so I cannot in any way speak on how the JP versions are treated. This is just based off my experience as an EN player.

Also as another note, I have been playing IkeRev since only a few months after the release date, and I have been playing IkeVamp since the minute it was released, so I have been playing a looong time. I also consistently rank in the top 100-150 in IkeRev events. I feel like that's probably relevant for credibility's sake.

So the short version of this is... comparing IkeRev to IkeVamp, fuck yeah I think IkeRev deserves better and I think it should be treated as IkeVamp's equal rather than it's fucking step-sibling.

For starters, it is cheaper to buy premium currency in IkeVamp!! Yeah, IkeRev does that Secret Tea Party thing which is a great deal and I do religiously purchase it every two weeks. (I budget it as another one of my subscription services tbh). However, only the first 200 crystals count as paid and the rest are free (I know this isn't uncommon, just saying). With IkeVamp, if you buy the most expensive premium currency package, YOU GET MUCH MORE THAN IF YOU COMPARE IT TO WHAT YOU GET FOR THE SAME PRICE IN IKEREV. Plus, in IkeVamp, you can watch ads for free diamonds. When will we ever get this option in IkeRev.

Anyway, this makes premium stuff much cheaper in IkeVamp overall.

In my opinion, IkeVamp - I don't know that it will stay this way, of course, because IkeRev has been out longer- gives more equal opportunity to their suitors than IkeRev has done in story events and side stories.

IkeVamp has the gacha library where you can revist old gacha whenever. Where is this in IkeRev.

IkeVamp, so far, gives better opportunity for lucky times and also includes TRIPLE lucky times. Which yeah, IkeRev has its "super lucky time" but is it better to be guaranteed a win or is it better to get more points per win??? Not really sure tbh but I feel like it wouldn't hurt to try it out in IkeRev

YOU CAN BUY EPILOGUES IN IKEVAMP. I am so, so tired of having to clear 8 endings to get Ray's fucking epilogues every damn event. Obviously this is only an issue if you stan Ran (or Sirius, as he is I believe the next most expensive guy after Ray) but unfortunately for me he is my #2 after Fenrir. And yes, of course, I do NOT have to play the events and I do not have to get the epilogues. What I am saying though is it is easier for me to get all the event stories and epilogues for my #1 in IkeVamp (Leonardo) than it is to get all of that for my #2 in IkeRev (Ray). IkeRev ONE TIME let us buy epilogues and you know what?? I actually fucking bought all of 4 of them that one time they let us do that so... I dunno maybe they should just let us buy the epilogues LIKE YOU CAN IN ALL THEIR OTHER ENGLISH GAMES.

Again, this is all my opinion, and if you have a different opinion that's cool man that's fine that's whatever but also, in my opinion, I feel like the way events and releases are handled in IkeVamp are overall just better than how they are handled in IkeRev. I don't know if this is because IkeVamp is the newer game but like I really feel it is because IkeVamp is EN Cybird's cash cow right now so they spend more focus on it.

ALSOOOOOOO SAVE ROOM FEATURE WHEN IN IKEREV??? I love that I can create an avatar look I absolutely adore, SAVE IT, and then create a whole new other look AND SAVE THAT AS WELL ugh I know these are just minor nitpicky things but really I just love IkeRev soooo much and I want it to be treated well and I don't want people to hate on it.

Thank you so much for your ask I'll reblog this tomorrow in case you miss seeing this. <3

#anon tag #ask tag #just cybird things #in which Justine screams how much she loves IkeRev #and how she wants it to shine #Steeni speak 🔊

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cas-backwards-tie · 4 years

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Extraordinary

Paul Sevier x Reader

Request: paul trying to remember what it's like to be human again after the doc releases and attempts a normal, functional social life

Words: 2,603

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mention of genitalia, mention of bullying.

A/N: So... here’s the thing: in your request you stated ‘the doc’, like a documentary, and I... didn’t really see it that way? Yeah, at some points they were filming, but I more so assumed that it was for the government, not the public. So, I’m going to write something sort of in-between. I hope that you like this! I know that we don’t know a whole lot about him so I hope that you enjoy the beginnings of a sort of... backstory I’ve made for him, and ugh I can’t stop looking at this gif. It’s so cute!

There are many upsides to working in the Federal Government, sure, but there are a lot of downsides too. One of the few is that a social life, or time-off, is discouraged... discouraged to the point where one might imply it’s forbidden, but can’t really say so. That’s what Paul would say. Perhaps not in those terms, but it’s the truth nonetheless. Now, being a contract worker for the government... well, that doesn’t help. Being closely monitored after and in-between each job is somewhat disconcerting, to say the least, and when your literal reputation can be judged just based on the people you know or hang around, well, you tend to stay away from people.

After the recent case, Paul heads back home. While they discourage a social life, it doesn’t mean one doesn’t have friends or family, it’s just that, well, Paul sticks around the people he knows. Upon arrival, he’s already gotten a few requests from friends to meet up. One of his good friends, John, convinces Paul to at least accept one invitation, which ultimately ends up being his.

“I thought you knew we were going to this new bar, Paul?” John eyes him up and down from the front hallway of his tiny apartment, judging the sweater Paul wears. “For one, it’s the summer, and two, you’re not getting laid in that!” Trying to pry the sweater off of him, Paul swats at John’s hand.

“I’m not trying to get laid!” He defends, taking John’s advice and pulling the sweater up and over his head. The fabric clings on, a bit of his stomach showing before he finally removes his sweater and tosses it over onto the couch. “Please, do you really think I have time for that? The next case could be as early as tomorrow!”

“Or as early as three months from now! So what? Live for once, Paul! Geez. I can’t promise you that I’m gonna be here to help you out five years from now, man.”

The criticism and threat of an absent romantic life manage to bring him back to reality. Time continues to pass and pass, and with an endless onslaught of cases... there’ll come a time when he has to make a choice. Luckily, that day isn’t today. Taking the advice for once, Paul goes with the basic plaid button-up he’d had on underneath the sweater. After all, he’s not used to ‘looking good for the ladies’ or whatever it is that John and his buddies do. He’s glad at least that John hadn’t made too many remarks, or suggested contacts.

When they arrive, Paul’s glad to see that this isn’t a club or some dingy bar, in fact, this place isn’t just a bar: it has games. There are a few bowling lanes in the back, a few billiard tables scattered around, while many of the walls have booths for darts, which just happens to be exactly where John’s leading him toward.

It isn’t too noisy tonight, but he still has to actively listen and lean down to hear whoever he’s speaking with. “This is -” John introduces you, but your name gets lost in the noise. “This is Paul.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” the kind words make it to his ears, and he can’t help but offer you a polite smile and handshake.

“Oh? Did John mention me? Hopefully nothing bad,” he jokes, surprised by the confident and firm handshake you have for someone so innocent-looking. The smirk and mischievous look that follows makes his eyes widen for a moment until you laugh.

“I’m just joking. He’s never said anything bad! Mostly talks about how you’re a workaholic... how he misses having you around.”

Nodding in acknowledgment, the feeling of someone’s hand on his arm grabs his attention. It’s John. “Thought you could use a beer,” he comments, handing Paul an IPA.

“You remembered,” Paul states, touched as he hadn’t known John really cared about him with his job taking him miles and miles away constantly, never permanent in one area.

The night ensues, rounds and rounds of darts being played, you, surprising him even more with your precise nature. He isn’t too bad himself, though he could probably use some more practice. Darts... not his thing. In-between turns he talks to you, not too fond of John’s current girlfriend, Charlotte, a fairly nice girl, but constantly causing unnecessary drama in John’s life.

“So you’re a coworker of hers?” Paul repeats back what she’d said, a tidbit he’d learned a while ago: if you repeat back what someone said to you, it makes them feel heard and understood, while you simultaneously get the facts straight. With a nod of your head, a faint smile displays itself on his lips, glad his little trick worked.

“Well, what do you do?”

Oh no. It’s the dreaded question. Internally panicking just slightly as he isn’t quite sure how she’ll take it or not, he grabs ahold of his beer from the table and buys himself a few moments to come up with a more... broad answer. Taking a sip, he plays it off as something indifferent. “Oh? I’m- uh, a contractor.”

“Okay?” You smile at him, shaking your head as you tilt your head slightly. That isn’t good, that means you’re interested. “But what kind of contract do you do? Construction? Freelance? Writing? Photography?” It seems you’ve pegged him for the creative type, a compliment if he ever got one. Your questions are smart, you have a real knack for interviewing, he supposes.

With his beer still in his hand, Paul sips at it again, deciding with the half an ounce still within that he should just finish it off. Once he’s swallowed the somewhat acidic liquid, he places his bottle aside and looks over and down at you. “Governmental work. They call, I come and fix whatever needs fixing.”

There... it’s out there now, there’s no hiding it anymore. A second flies by, then another, and he can tell by the look upon your face that you’re thinking about it. Unconsciously he holds his breath, awaiting your answer.

“Hey!” John suddenly calls, “Come on, we’re gonna play a round of pool.” The offer feels like a relief, an end to the conversation, a life-preserver thrown out into the sea of awkward social interactions at the last second, saving him from social doom. A quiet sigh of relief passes through his lips as he stands, and as he turns, the feeling of someone’s touch on his back makes him freeze.

“That sounds really cool. Badass, even. A lot more entertaining than what I do,” your hand slides down his back before falling by your side as you step around him and head toward the table, suddenly stopping as you notice his lack of movement. Looking back at him, you smile and beckon him to follow, your dress swishing as you turn and continue on your path toward the rest of the group.

Paul stands there stunned. What had he done? No one has ever responded that way before; going so far as to call him badass? Ha! Him? Scrawny, tall, geek Paul Sevier? A badass? A smirk forms on his lips. He’d like to think of himself as such, but of course, the bullies that haunt him would say otherwise. Completely disregarding the past, he decides to embrace the man that you see him to be, the man he wants to be, the man that sometimes, late at night when he retraces all the wildly unimaginable things he’s done in his lifetime, he thinks maybe he could be.

He’d been put on your team. Of course he had. The telling wink from John is all the clue he needs to know that he’s been set-up with you. Usually, he’s all for complaining, but tonight... he’d rather not. As you position the pool cue up to shoot, Paul grumbles a little louder than he’d thought.

“That’s not how you-” his words die on his tongue as he knows he can be a strictler for the small things, the nitpicky things... that’s just who he is.

He’d hoped you hadn’t heard him, but as you’re bent over the table, head turned to look up at him, he pales slightly out of embarrassment. “Show me how I’m supposed to do it then,” you say teasingly, making his cheeks and ears slightly flush. He shouldn’t be a flustered mess; that’s not what a badass would do... but he is, he’s flustered. Swallowing his anxieties, Paul closes the space between you, gently bending over to place his hands over yours, slowly guiding them to where they’re supposed to be.

“Relax,” he whispers, his lips right by your ear. Your eyes catch his and make contact as you turn your head to look at him, which he finds odd considering he’s trying to change the placement of your fingers on the pool cue. “It’s like this,” he speaks softly, motioning with his eyes for you to look at what he’s doing.

“Get a room, right?!” John interjects loudly, laughing as he makes everyone uncomfortable. Paul immediately straightens and puts some distance between the two of you, standing beside the table to watch as you take your turn. He’d been done anyway and shouldn’t have gotten caught up in the moment.

The next thing he knows, John and Charlotte are leaving, and given John was his ride... he’s stuck with you. One thing leads to another and you’re walking him up to his apartment, insisting that it’s the right thing to do. If things were any other way, he’d laugh and call you the gentleman, however, he still feels awkward after what John had done.

Now you’re standing at his door, leaning against the wooden frame as you both stare at one another. You don’t seem phased by his friend’s untimely joke, your eyes seeming to shout radiant energy up at him from the few feet apart. Slowly you’re closing that space, killing the distance in-between. Paul feels trapped, like prey caught under the gaze of its predator... only part of him wants to be eaten alive. He hasn’t had an interaction like this since college, and even then he didn’t have much time for such things. What could he say? Grades are important. Suddenly his eyes shut and he’s reveling in the feeling of your hands on his chest, his arms slowly sliding their way around the back of your upper torso and down to the small of your back.

Your lips are supple, soft, and refreshing, unlike the distant memories of kissing he can recount. There’s an expectation, a want, a desire... and Paul knows how to fill it. Fumbling behind your back with the door-knob, he eventually twists it enough to unlock the door and get in. It somewhat surprises him that you’d let him take you inside, walk you back toward the bed until the back of your knees are hitting the mattress. It’s only then that you part from the brief slew of kisses.

Both of your eyes focus on nothing but one another, some unknown tacit message trying to register itself with him. “Do... you want to stop?” He asks, confused by your lack of words. Although his hands still rest on your sides he doesn’t move them, not wanting to make your closeness more obvious.

“Actually... yeah,” you whisper, breaking the eye contact to shake your head, hair swishing with the movement. “It’s not that I don’t want things to go further... I just-” you sigh and tear away from his grip, starting to pace by his bed. “-I’ve been through this so many times, Paul- the going out, the kissing, the dating, even an engagement, and... it never works out.”

His eyebrow quirks up and Paul pushes up his glasses a bit from where they’d fallen down the bridge of his nose. The click of your tiny heels against his floorboard resound through the room and he tries to ignore the feeling of his length having started to harden. Despite this, he listens to your words with confusion within him. Why are you telling him this?

“I’m just tired of going through all this just for it not to work out. My mom, my friends... they’ve started to say I’m getting too old for this. I’m sure your friends have been saying the same. So... I don’t know if you mind, or what your intentions are, but... I’d rather just not do this tonight. As handsome as you are, I just feel like if this is going anywhere, it’s better to wait.”

Ah... so that’s where you were going. Adjusting the collar of his button-up, Paul clears his throat. “I didn’t really have any intentions going in, honestly,” he admits, turning to sit down on the edge of his bed. “John and I haven’t seen each other in a while, and though we talk through email and text... he thought it’d be good for me to ‘get out’ and meet some people. It’s clear now they were only trying to set us up. Not that I mind- I- I do hear those things too... my mom pestering me about a family. I get it,” his words trail off as he thinks about these things once more today.

You audibly exhale a sigh, joining him in sitting on the edge of the bed. “I get that,” you encourage him, slipping your purse off and onto the bed. “It’s just frustrating.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, glad that you actually seem to understand and aren’t just saying that like some of his other friends would. “I... was actually not planning on taking this further. Not because you aren’t pretty, or kind or anything... but because, well... honestly my job takes me away for months at a time sometimes, and I’m not always around. People don’t like that.”

Silence consumes the air and a comfortable energy settles in its place. “That’s the only reason? From... I don’t know, us going on an actual date?” It warms his heart in some weird way to hear you ask it so innocently, like a child being denied a popsicle after dinner or something alike.

“Mm,” he hums in thoughts, finally turning his head to look over and down at you, “yeah. I mean, it’s hard. Not a lot of people I know are really up for long distance, you know?”

A hum of acknowledgment emanates from you this time, you nodding your head thoughtfully. He notices the way you play with the fabric of your dress, hands bunching it up and fingers brushing back and forth over it in a nervous manner, or maybe one of thought. “Would... you be against trying?” As you meet his gaze, Paul feels taken aback but struck with some sort of awe and reality check. Aware of everything going on at this moment, he shakes his head ‘no’. He wouldn’t be against trying. “Then... do you wanna swap numbers? I’m not saying we should make it official or anything, but I do think I’d like to get to know you better, Paul.”

This is the first time a genuine smile has placed itself on his lips outside of work in... years. Within work, sure, he sees mystifying and unreal things every day, always bewildered by the extraordinary, but... eventually the ordinary just seems, well, boring in comparison. Seeing the smile on your lips and the hope in your eyes (at least he thinks it’s hope) Paul decides that you... you might just become his new extraordinary.

“Yeah, I’d like that too.”

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1. What did you do on the last nice weather day? I’m guessing ‘nice’ here universally means sunny and fair, even though that isn’t my weather of choice. But that said, yesterday I just stayed indoors and caught up on rest by binge-watching Friends, which I haven’t done in a while. I also ordered another embroidery kit online since my first kit, which I had mostly used as a trial since I’ve never done one before, has since run out of the given floss.

2. What do you love the most about your work? I work in an agency, so I’m not forced to do PR under just one company which I think would get boring for me pretty quickly. With the nature of my work, it’s fun working with many different brands/companies at one time because I get to be exposed to and learn about different industries, and I’m also challenged to come up with campaigns that would best fit the different groups that we work with which is always fun. Also, PR is a great way to keep up with the trends and always remain hip because I always know about upcoming campaigns or promos before they’re even unveiled to the public, lol.

3. What do you think about what is going on in the world today? I think wealthy people and big corporations are a crucial, if not the main, root of the world’s problems and it’s frustrating that the task of mitigating those issues is always delegated to everyone below them.

4. What is your favorite way to work out? By not doing so, hahaha.

5. What motivates you? I don’t know if anything has been lately. I’ve been taking life slowly and easily these days and I’m allowing myself to just go through the motions as I digest all these big adjustments currently going on in my life. For now I’m not putting any pressure on myself to be motivated to do anything big. I’m still a little overwhelmed with everything as it is.

...where’s #6?

7. What is something people do that drives you crazy? When people need something from you so they message you, but do unnecessary small talk before asking for a favor. The fact that they need my help does not bother me; the fact that they are only talking to me because they need something from me does not bother me. It’s the small talk that irks me. I’ll be ready to help anybody at any time and it doesn’t matter how long it’s been since we’ve spoken – but just go ahead and ask for the damn thing and don’t waste my time trying to sound like you care about what’s going on in my life.

8. What are some things on your bucket list? Go to Wrestlemania, travel with my own funds, have my own place, have kids.

9. What are some of your deal breakers in a relationship? Do I even have any? Gab dropped so many red flags in our relationship that should have been dealbreakers and my dumb, ever-forgiving ass always saw past them. I think the thing with me is that I think I have a list of dealbreakers, but when actually confronted with them I’m too afraid to speak out about it, so I just forgive and forget and eventually they just stop being dealbreakers. I have to work on that.

10. What do you never leave your house without? My top three are phone, keys, wallet. And of course, as a given – a face mask and face shield.

11. What was your most memorable vacation? Sagada and Singapore/Malaysia, since that was my first trip abroad.

12. Do you have any phobias? Needles and fire.

13. What is your favorite ethnic food? Indian, Thai, Indonesian, and Korean. 14. I love Italian/Thai etc. Would you like to go to my favorite place sometime? I love both, though I like Thai a tad bit more. And yessss, I’m always open to anyone’s recommendations so long as it’s got something to do with food.

15. What TV shows have you binged lately? I’ve been rewatching Friends again and I’m in between seasons 5–7, which I believe to be the show’s peak. Currently, I’m several episodes away from the Ross/Elizabeth storyline and Chandler’s proposal.

16. Send me a funny meme that you shared recently. I haven’t been active on social media, so I haven’t seen any new memes lately. I hate missing out.

17. What do you hate about technology? This is more nitpickiness on my end than anything else, but battery power. I hate being constantly cautious over my gadget running out of power or dying on me especially when I’m out. I often find myself wishing for technology to evolve to the point that we won’t need batteries or to charge stuff anymore, which idek if it’s even possible haha.

18. What sites do you find yourself visiting the most? YouTube, by a mile.

19. Do you have any favorite apps? Again, YouTube. I also like going through Reddit at the end of the day.

20. What is the best part of your day? Any point I don’t find myself feeling miserable.

21. What time period would you like to visit the most, if you could time travel? 70′s punk/rock scene, maybe? < Ooh, this is a good one. Also, late 90s Attitude Era-era WWF/E. And whenever Pompeii was around.

22. What scents do you really enjoy? (a certain flower, cut grass, fireplace, perfume) Bakeries, a newly-cleaned hotel room, coffee shops.

23. What is something that you are terrible at? Giving and following directions, drawing, and cooking.

24. What are some favorites on your playlist right now? Because I mentioned The Japanese House on a survey last night, I am ALL over Saw You In A Dream again. Seriously, god-tier. One of my favorites ever. Outside of that, haven’t been listening to music lately because I’m still sad; but I might find myself back on Spotify soon. As much as I haven’t been tuning into music, I do miss it.

25. What comedy movie is your favorite? Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Also, a bit of a garbage choice but White Chicks.

26. Have you ever meditated? No. I don’t think I have the patience/required attention span for it.

27. What is your dream job? I wanted to be in PR. I currently work at an agency which is my dream for now so yay for me achieving that, but like I’ve said before it would be such a dream come true if I can come work for WWE, my dream company, in any capacity. Getting to work for their in-house PR team would be the perfect icing on the cake.

28. What comes to mind when you think of a great moment in your life? Being in a relationship, and how much I miss that feeling. Now that I’ve experienced both singlehood and having an SO, I can definitely decide that I don’t particularly enjoy being by myself.

29. What do you miss the most about college? The independence I learned to gain. My campus was such a freeing environment and it allowed me to grow so much, to wear whatever I want, to join whatever protest or rally was going on, to meet new people, to hear different perspectives from my classmates. I miss being there.

30. Whenever you text it makes me smile! ???

31. What are you planning this weekend? My weekend is nearly over, actually...for the remaining 10 hours and 20 minutes of it, I willllll probably just watch a bunch of wrestling and maybe find something to watch on Netflix just so that I have something interesting to share for the weekly check-in tomorrow with the team.

32. Who is your favorite band? Paramore, but you knew that already.

33. How do you like to spend your free time? If I manage to find a few free minutes while at work, I gobble that shit up by lying in bed and finding a video to watch. On weekends I like doing embroidery, taking surveys, maybe even find a black hole of articles to read on Wikipedia. I’m also looking forward to playing video games once I’ve finally bought the ones I’ve been eyeing to get.

34. What do you like about springtime? I don’t know. I can’t relate, we don’t have that season.

35. Is your personality similar to anyone in your family? I’m most similar with my mom, but I share traits with my dad as well.

36. How have you handled having to stay in? It was sucky at first, but after eight months you kinda get used to it and just make the most out of things you can do only at home.

37. Are you able to work at home? Yeah, we’re all on a WFH set-up right now.

38. How would your friends describe you? The most popular opinion would probably be ‘shy.’

39. Did you ever take a really big risk? Sure.

40. What do you want to be known or remembered for? Anything but negatively.

#survey #surveys

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lazuliblade · 6 years

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Japanese Nationals 2018 Ladies SP - live report

This is incredibly late, but I did want to post this before Worlds because originally I was supposed to go to the Ladies’ SP, but now I can’t because I have some sudden final classes to teach. So this will at least give some idea of my live impressions of the Ladies Short, and I can scaffold off this when I watch on a stream tomorrow. I’ll make short posts after each day that I’m at the Worlds venue too.

I wrote this the weekend of JP Nationals, and most of it was written before the Ladies’ FS happened, so I didn’t know how things would turn out. As always, all the editing to word things right took up a lot of time, and then...well. Lots of things happened. Anyway, this is really long, so I’m putting most of it behind a cut.

On Friday, December 21st I was at Japanese Nationals, watching the Ladies SP live. My seat was in the stands fourth row from the edge, so I had a really great view and could see the skater’s expressions as they skated by. I was on the side of the rink opposite the judges and near the corner, which means a lot of the jumps were done right in front of me. It was my first time seeing skaters live, so I kind of teared up realizing that I was actually THERE watching skating LIVE.

(The lines were super short and it was easy to get in, since this was like 5 minutes before the first skater was scheduled to start.) I made it just in time for the first skater’s name to be called and stood at the board by the entrance overlooking the rink watching her program until her turn was done, at which point those of us who had just arrived could go find our seats.

(I took these following photos after the broadcasting was over because I didn’t want to risk getting yelled at by staff. You’re not supposed to take pictures at the competition, but I saw some people take pics afterward, so I figured it was OK then.)

The stadium was actually smaller than I thought it would be. It wasn’t a small arena per say, but I feel like even at the very top the skater wouldn’t be too small. It felt sort of intimate, which was nice. Looking at the seating capacity afterward, it seems it seats 6000 people. Because I was near the front, I could see when some skaters took the stairs to get up to the lobby and around to the stands. The skater’s section (unofficial section) was some rows behind me in the same section I was in – a bunch of them went to the top of the section to stay out of the way. I saw Miki Ando (who is gorgeous), legendary coach Sato, and a really cute moment after the 4th group when Kaori and Mai ran up the stairs and hugged another skater (I didn’t catch who it was). All of us in the section turned to see them hugging and smiling - they were SO happy for each other skating well. It was really heartwarming to see.

(This is the view from my seat in the stands. The stairway there actually leads down to the rinkside and the premium Arena Seats. Only people in those seats were allowed to throw gifts. This will also apply for Worlds.)

The sound system was amazing and you could hear each note so clearly. The sound reverberated throughout the arena and was almost a tangible thing (it made me wonder what Otonal, Origin, or Seimei would sound like with such a good system). I feel like videos don’t catch how all-encompassing the sound is. If I was an audiophile skater, I would go to competitions just to hear how my music sounds over the loudspeakers. I know people can complain about how long these events are, and some people don’t come until the final groups for the “good stuff,” but even the early groups were enjoyable to watch, and there were some high scores already in the first group. However, the difference when the 4th group came out was very notable. Their speed on the ice during the 6 minute warm-up was markedly faster, and they threw out jumps like nothing. In that group we had:

Rika Hongo, Mai Mihara, Kaori Sakamoto, Akari Matsubara, Mako Yamashita, and Sui Takeuchi.

My notes for Rika Hongo are sadly very sparse... all I managed to note down was 3T3Tfall, step-out, 2A OK, super cool StSq. And her score of 55.93. I remember thinking that her skating was nice, but the mistakes on her jumps detracted from the performance and I felt bad that it’s been really rough for her.

Mai Mihara - she flows so smoothly across the ice. It was such a joy to watch her skate cleanly. Her spiral was my favorite thing, but her jumps were quite good as well. One moment that really stood out was one of her spins. She does this thing where she drops the catchfoot to a simple upright when the music has an accent and then a momentary breath. The drop of her leg matches the accent dropping into the lull, and her rotation speed sharply increases to fill the empty space (kind of like a top that was given a yank with a string), before she drops into a slower sit spin with the return of the lackadaisical musical phrase. It looked like the music flowed through her and she rose and fell with it. Having Mai and Kaori back-to-back you could feel their differences, especially since they had similar tones of music. Kaori Sakamoto - she’s powerful across the ice but flows smoothly. Where Mai has this lovely and sweet quality to her skating, Kaori is charming. One of the strongest memories I have of the program is actually a jump. Her jump technique is amazing. I honestly thought she tripped on her 3F3T combo (and I’m not the only one who thought so). Her toe pick barely lifts from the ice to strike down, so it almost looked like she tripped on it when setting her leg back for a step, or tripped in preparation. I thought she was tripping backward from the momentum of her speed, but then she’s up in the air, turning 3 times, and then links her 3T cleanly and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing until she was halfway through it. Seeing good jump technique in person is something else. Also! The spiral into turns into 3Lo was so seamless.

5th group - Hina Takeno, Wakaba Higuchi, Marin Honda, Rika Kihira, Yuna Shiraiwa, Satoko Miyahara.

6 minute warm-up: During warm-up, there were so many jumps landed in front of me. Rika landed like four or five 3As and the crowd cheered and clapped so hard after each one. Everyone skated so powerfully and fast around the rink. Wakaba looked like she was on a mission. Yuna was landing multiple good jumps. Marin looked good and the crowd cheered loudly when the introduction came. The crowd went WILD for Satoko when she was introduced. A lot of people around me shouted “Satton” (her nickname), and wow Satoko is incredibly beautiful. Her dress is gorgeous, her skating is smooth, and she felt like a mature multiple time national champion. Also, I was so prepared to gush over how tiny she is in real life, but she’s actually not??? She doesn’t look much smaller than other skaters, and her jumps didn’t seem small either - they seemed average. I had a moment feeling this jarring sense of people over-exaggerating all this time (you *lied* to me!), but then, maybe when she’s next to Men’s skaters she looks tiny. Which means I definitely have to go to another competition now to see Men and then Ladies.

Wakaba Higuchi - I think this was one of the most enjoyable skates to be present for. The audience really got into it, clapping along to the beat for the entire thing, and it was SUCH a refreshing program after all the classical pieces and sweet pieces. It was quirky, it was cool, she skated like she enjoyed the music and had flair. This was really one of those programs where experiencing it live makes such a difference from watching online. The sound reverberating through the arena made it as if you could feel the music with your body. Take me to the club, Wakaba! There’s the one moment I really love where she pauses on the right side (from judges POV) and does this thing with her arms while lifting her legs in a “walk.” There were some moments where it felt like she could link more in between sections, or like the choreo needed a bit more confidence, so that might be why she didn’t score as high (she was in 4th by the end of the night, but only 0.25 points from Mai in 3rd place), but even being nitpicky about those parts where she could flow better, man was this great and so satisfying to watch. The atmosphere was electric especially after she completed her jumps. Her jumps were strong and her final 3F looked effortless. Her final spin reminded me of a record spinning - the rotations looked timed to the music tempo and the arm movement was cool. She’s not a lovely or delicate skater– she has a different charm, and it was wonderful to see that something different.

Marin Honda - This was devastating to watch because I wished the best for her after this season so far, and the crowd was so supportive. She seemed to start off well, but with her 3F-fall, and then 2A-step out, the performance felt incomplete - like she couldn’t express the casual confidence that the music called for. Her 3Lo2T at the end was good - you could feel her holding on until the end - and the entire audience cheered her on, but the atmosphere also felt like everyone was holding their breath. From my angle opposite the judges, at the end when she turned away from them for a moment, it looked like Marin was trying to keep her expression together, and my heart went out to her. People murmured in sympathy when the scores came out. Actually, the audience deserves a shout-out too. They clapped to encourage a skater after a fall, they knew what was a good score and what was a rough skate, I heard various times throughout the night people muttering “kibishii (strict/tough)” about the scores. It was a really supportive crowd. There was also this one dude who shouted his undying love for “Marin-chaaaan!” and other skaters. Rika Kihira - you can tell her skating skills aren’t as polished as Mai or Kaori, but it doesn’t mean she’s not smooth, and her jumps were so nice. Her 3F2T and 3Lz looked easy, and even though she fell in the program, her 3A was so cool to see. I prefer her FS, but I think this SP was a calming program skated well. When she was warming up on the ice while Marin was waiting for her score, Rika did a 1A and took off some tape from around a boot while skating around, then confirmed a 2A, took off tape from her other boot, and confirmed the jump again. I wonder if she felt she needed more room for her ankles to bend? The ladies next to me were talking to each other and the one I know hadn’t followed the season closely (she asked which skater was in which costume) commented to her neighbor prior to Rika’s skate “she’s mentally weak, isn’t she?” which… came across a bit dismissive. She had the reputation in the past - even as recent as last season - but this season she’s been pretty amazing and holding up under pressure. An aside, the following day I saw the newspapers, and rather than mention Satoko (4 time and defending national champion) leading in 1st after the SP, they had a huge picture of Rika and how she messed up to land in 5th. Talk about pressure.

(Not a picture of the newspapers, but this was one of those electronic advertisement signs in the lobby of Grand Front Osaka - a major high-class shopping mall in central Osaka. Taken that following Saturday.)

Yuna Shiraiwa - I love this program and how strange and fun it is. “A conductor… on a boat?” (her program is about riding a boat…but the music is “all aboard!” and has train whistles, so the interviews during the GP series were funny). Not the best skate, and there were moments where she didn’t connect with the music probably because of the jump mistakes, but overall it was a good skate to watch. The first jumping pass planned combo was done right in front of me and it was obvious that the landing on the first jump wasn’t secure, so she didn’t follow through with the combo. However, she went for it in the second half of her program and it looked like she made it– until she couldn’t hold the edge and fell. The audience all collectively made a noise of sympathy and then clapped for her gutsy effort. When the scores came out, and she was in 11th (with Satoko left to skate, meaning she would end up in 12th), people gasped and muttered about how strict and unexpected this turned out.

Satoko Miyahara - so powerful! I can’t explain how powerful this was live - I wouldn’t have thought I would call this program powerful, but it was. It was intense. The atmosphere near the end was like being in a trance as you watch something amazing unfold. That final bit of choreo, when the music swells, sent a chill up my spine. Then the final spin was so centered it looked unreal. Her jumps didn’t seem small live. They’re not huge like Kaori and Wakaba’s, but they were a decent size and she got the rotations in. She fills the entire rink skating-wise. During the 6 minute warmup she kept confirming her combo in the area in front of me. Near the end, she popped a jump, smiled sheepishly and then went around again and did it correctly. So seeing her skate clean was a relief and a joy. During her skate, there were some breathtaking moments where she used her arms and fingertips for the nuances of the music and it seemed so natural. It was on the right side of the rink going towards center (judges’ POV), I think right before a falling leaf, where she uses her arms and I was just in awe with how it captured the music.

Lots of people started leaving immediately after she hit her final pose, before the scores came out. They wanted to catch the train and bus before everyone started leaving, so I don’t blame them, but yeah. If you see that on a video, that’s why everyone left. To be fair, it was a backed up mess and they had to close the turnstiles when a certain amount of people got through until the next train arrived, so people were stuck outside in a huge blob as we waited to slowly make our way underground. It’s a 3-4 minute walk from the station to RACTAB dome, but on the way back it took 30 minutes to walk the final 100 ft to get underground. Even with both sides of the platform running the same way, it was a wait.

(This is before you get to the bridge that crosses over the busy street below...)

(...and this is at the very foot of the stairs on the other side of the street. That rectangle in the center of the photo is the entrance to the subway. Also, it started sparsely raining partway.)

Other stuff:

I got a program for 1500 yen and a large figure skating design tote bag for 2000 yen.

Only the arena seats (the ones right by the ice, opposite the judges) were allowed to throw flowers and presents. No banners were allowed to be hung, but you could bring a banner/poster to hold over your head.

There was one dude who LOVED Marin, and shouted how much he loved her and “we still love you!” and shouting to other skaters too, it was so great and the audience laughed at the guy.

The video screen didn’t show the green/yellow/red boxes or GOE calculations, or the I-Scope. We did see replays and slowmos, and the Kiss&Cry.

Random commercials while waiting for ice resurfacing - lots of Lotte Ghana commercials featuring Yuzu “OK, OK!” and the girls in the penguin suits drinking hot chocolate in a train and their respective stories.

The latest Figure Skating Life magazine being sold, with a big poster of it taped to a pillar so everyone could see Yuzuru in his Origin costume and it could draw in customers.

Some fancy flower arrangements you could throw for 7000 yen (or hand off to a flower girl I suppose). Smaller flower arrangements and single wrapped flowers were also on sale.

EDEA had their booth and you could see the Piano model of skates there.

Another booth with other various skating goods and clothing for working out.

On the booth selling programs, they had to tape a disclaimer stating that Yuzuru wouldn’t be competing.

You could bring in food and drinks from outside -- people literally bought food from the convenience store right across the street, and brought the bag in without hiding it at all.

Food was on sale in the venue, but I didn’t bother checking the prices.

#figure skating #laz talks #japanese nationals 2018 #jpnats 2018 #jpnationals2018 #satoko miyahara #kaori sakamoto #rika kihira #mai mihara #wakaba higuchi #yuna shiraiwa #rika hongo #marin honda #this was my first competition #after having tickets but not being able to go to ACI or the GPF #so i'll try my best to focus more when i'm at Worlds #so i can write good reports #fan report

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spacemilkies · 6 years

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midas touch (sweet pea/reader)

summary: the one where sweetpea is a firefighter, recently moved from the bronx, and is conveniently your new roommate.

It was never easy.

Sharing an abode with someone that wasn’t family.

It didn't matter if you were best friends, or childhood life lines to the end of time. There was just something about catering to the needs of others while splitting the small spot of comfort you had in the world. Not just about catering to boundaries or respecting principles.

It was all of that. The whole complexity involved with cohabiting with another human.

Especially one you weren’t in a relationship with.

The two of you hadn’t been complete strangers when you’d come into the agreement. Sweet Pea had been a friend of a friend, a new member of the community from a county over looking for somewhere to stay while he adjusted to the city life. And you, that friend, who had conveniently just lost a roommate to a new job seven hours away became the perfect solution.

And that was it.

Except it wasn’t.

What became a temporary renting accord slowly bled into a more permanent contract. You were so use to having someone to split the bill and having that weight off your shoulders was a relief and frankly, Sweet Pea wasn’t very eager on uprooting himself after falling into a comfortable routine.

Thus the ‘guest room’, formerly your ex-roommates’, was now dubbed Sweet Pea’s.

Sweet Pea who never missed a bill, nor let his mail pile up on the kitchen counter. The same man who respected the golden rule of the fridge, and never ate something that he didn’t buy or have a hand in making. Someone who somehow never forgot to use the fire escape for a smoke break, and let his clothing air out to keep from permeating the remainder of the apartment.

So yes, on the surface it seemed easy.

Too perfect to find fault.

And perhaps you were being nitpicky.

But finding faults proved that perfection doesn't exist.

Sweet Pea was a little too careful. Always friendly, yet still tip toeing. The two of you never advanced to that stage where you could comfortably relax on a couch and enjoy a movie together. Dinners were a quiet affair, most of them separated by time or seat preference.

So in short, it worked until the point that it didn’t.

And it was driving you mad.

“ Morning,” Sweet Pea says around the final bite of his bagel as he bundles his clothing. They were lightly sooted in debris and other dirty and grime. Obviously too obscene to put on the counter, which of course he doesn't. Always politely placing it in the nearest chair.

You round the counter, forgoing the fridge to head straight for the cabinet. Milk was too low for a proper bowl of cereal but you weren’t too civilized to not enjoy a few handfuls dry. The counters that you’d had for years to date were certainly not too good your your backside as you perched yourself. You watch him as his thumb drags tiredly over his phone, “I don’t remember hearing about a fire.”

Ah, yes. Sweet Pea, your roommate by day, firefighter extraordinaire by night- or potentially also by day, if he schedule shifts. The same schedule he so conveniently pins to the side of refrigerator for your viewing pleasure.

His gaze lifts, clear enough to recognize but not quite coherent enough for heavy breakfast chatter. Had you not managed to catch him, you’d probably not seen him until later that afternoon when he could drag himself out of bed.

Surprisingly, he encouraged the conversation. “Not a fire, small construction hazard. Had to pull a guy out of a hole before the sun was even up. That fact that half of them couldn't even see their own feet in front of them should have been news enough that it was too early to start work.” He snorts in bemusement, lips too weighted down by fatigue to encourage much more. His voice practically aches for sleep, perhaps even louder than his muscles begging for a hot shower.

Crumbles of cereal sprinkle your mouth, but it bothers neither of you as you point at him with the corner of the box. “But then how would you be a hero if simple mortals like the rest of us made such intelligent decisions?”

Oh, that got a subtle quirk in the lip.

“I never complained about pulling cats out of trees. That's all the gratitude I need.”

Look at this guy.

A thoughtful hum rumbles over the soft crackle of your chewing. Sweet Pea is just about done with his own and ready to flee for the day but you’re a step ahead of the game.

“Are you free tonight?”

He is.

The schedule is on the opposite side of the fridge, but you’d glimpsed it enough times this week to know when he’d be around or not.

There is a brief look of curiosity and perhaps concern flickering across his face before he nods his head in acknowledgement. “Yeah, off tonight and go back in midnight tomorrow.”

No ‘why, what’s up?’

Because that would imply that he was impartial to your plans or any engagements that ran in your social circle. Except that, news for him, today it was.

“Veronica wants us all to go out. Nothing special to celebrate. She’s just tired of of everyone being responsible adults and wants to bring down the notch a few levels.”

He’s already teetering on indecisiveness, one that half to blame for lack of sleep.

“Maybe not-”

“Just for a few hours, I’ll even be DD. “

You drank enough on nights out anyway, what was one sacrifice to get the guy a free pass.

Still he looked wary. You might know the same people but that didn’t mean you ran the same circles.

“You can still sleep all day. We likely won't go out until seven,” you offered again, resisting the childish urge to pout.

Something flickers briefly behind his eyes, but the display of emotion is too foreign for you to decipher. “I’ll think about it. Remind me a five?”

That was something.

You nod.

“Alright, night then.”

It takes more effort to remind than to convince. You give him a grace period of nearly fifteen minutes past five to bring up the invitation again.

Fortunately, he’s ready for it. Not quite free from the thrills of sleep but more amicable to conversation than he was that morning. He grumbles out an acceptance, fists digging into pockets of his eyes before shrugging past a yawn.

He’s never graced you with a shirtless visage, not even during a two am surprise meeting in the kitchen on one of his off days. There is still a delicious stretch of skin visible between the hem of his shirt and the low bagginess of his grey sweats.

Okay, so yeah your roommate was attractive- if the firefighter vibes didn’t give off the impression.

Maybe you were a bit put out that he would rather hide that five o’clock shadow than spend more than an hour of social presence within your boundaries.

Was it a tad bit off putting? Perhaps.

But you got it.

Really.

Why make it weird when you have to see each other everyday?

As promised you agree to drive, but he does you one better and offers to split a paid driver.

So there you both stand at the curb of your flat building. It was just a gathering among friends yet you’d taken the extra step to impress. The dress was simple but the length was flirty, the hem whispering promises against the back of your thighs with each step.

Sweet Pea had gone the more casual route, not that you expected more. His flannel appeared more wrinkled from the way it bunched around the hand in his pocket, but the color complimented his jeans well enough.

“You’ve met Ronnie before.”

“The latina, yeah?” you think there is a hint of interest there but it’s hard to tell when he’s engrossed in his phone.

You continue on anyway, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear,”Yeah, the peppy one. She’s into marketing. Uh, her boyfriend Archie will be there. And then Betty too, so likely-“

“Jughead.”

He doesn’t look up but there is something more palpable in the air. There was an odd sense of familiarity between the two men that had yet to be unraveled, despite Veronica’s best attempt.

For the longest, Jug had been your sole connection to your roommate and the pseudo realtor who put you together.

Yet you doubted sincere amicability between the two.

“He’s probably not super keen on going. So at least you have a sulking buddy.”

Sweet Pea only grants you a snort.

You’re grasping for straws of conversation when you’ve saved by the slow crawl of a cab as it pulls in front of you. Sweet Pea goes for the door only to have it swing open to greet him instead.

“Oh!”

“Ronnie?”

The affronted woman smiles sheepishly from the seat,” I had to make sure!” From begins her you catch her boyfriend’s apologetic shrug and wave.

“But I see you’ve managed the impossible.” Sliding back across the seats, she claps with urgency. “Let’s go then, Betty is reserving a table.”

You briefly glance back at Sweet Pea, wondering if he’s still sharing the same scene as you. With Archie alone that already cut your roommate’s height out of the equation. Add two girls and you’ve got a car packed to even the driver's discomfort.

“Rons, there is no way we’re going to fit. We’ll catch the next one.”

You don’t know why you wasted the breath, knowing it would be stomped out by insistence.

Archie was expectedly compliant, not even flinching when Veronica climbed in his lap. Even with her head hung low to escape the brush of the hood and her legs tucked close it would be a fit closer than you’d ever been slotted in with Sweet Pea. It had only taken a glance back to confirm his apprehension.

“Ronnie really it’s fine.”

Naturally she wasn’t having it. “We can sit here all night but I promise you the driver is going to break first and then we’re just going to have to start all over again.”

You believed her.

Archie never stood a chance.

And you were starting to sense the driver’s growing annoyance.

That just left Sweet Pea.

“Fuck it.”

You watched in surprise as the giant bent to her will, easing himself into the limited space with a grunt. It was impossible to miss the agitated barb towards ‘upper eastsiders’.

Veronica is giddy with her accomplishment which turns the table to you.

And you’re unable to discern if it’s a good hand or not.

Sweet Pea offers a hand to your surprise, gentle as he guides you over the ledge and under the roof. It’s unbearably tight, and expectancy intimate.

To save space, your back lines up with his chest and his legs are spread to give yours opportunity to stretch out unhindered.

You learn that he does actually have cologne and in the same breath decide that you prefer the smoky aftertaste of fire and brimstone.

A gasp expands your chest as the cab lurches into motion, momentum drawing you back as his hand comes up to brace your thigh. It only takes an addition shift for you to lie to yourself. Assuring in falsehood that you didn’t feel the way he moved in turn behind you. And how you certainly missed the way his hold tightened and slid up in a slow heated crawl.

You shared a brief gaze and you wondered when lying became a second language for you.

From the corner of your eye you catch Veronica’s smug grin.

“Let the night of debauchery begin.”

Notes: I had other scenes in here, but then it got long. Still figuring out where I’m taking this. But I had the urge to write so I did. I have to take it when I can.

probably going to add more scenes but eh maybe just in upcoming parts

#sweet pea x reader #sweet pea imagines #sweet pea #riverdale imagines #riverdale writing

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ernmark · 6 years

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Does Rita actively try to help Juno through his depression and intrusive thoughts? If so could you please show us some instances where she does?

She definitely tries to make an effort at it.

We don’t see it much in Season 1, in part because we don’t see all that much of Rita in general, and in part because Juno’s depression isn’t quite as major of a theme, and partly because Juno’s got something that he’s actively working toward during the entire season that keeps him too busy to get too preoccupied inside his own head.

In Season 2, though, he’s so much worse than he was before.

RITA: Boss, you been different since your eye blew up, realdifferent— You’re cranky all the time now! I mean, you were always cranky, but thisis different! (Kitty-Cat Caper)

And right away there’s evidence that she’s tried to help him through it, spinning a pretty horrific physical mutilation into something more lighthearted and at least somewhat positive:

RITA: ...you justshowed up with an eyepatch one day and after I was so worried about you cuz youdisappeared but you said it was okay so I thought okay maybe we can dress upand buy a little beakmonkey like all the pirates get in the movies—

Rita’s been giving him his time and space for six months without pushing him for an explanation or even to act beyond his capabilities. And that’s her trying to help him with his depression.

And this scene itself? When he gets physically violent and smashes her stuff, she doesn’t cower-- she calls him on his bullshit and holds him accountable, and that also is her helping him through it.

And she is holding him accountable, not rubbing his face in it. She’s calling him out because she’s hurt, but also because she cares. And she’s not blaming him for not trying hard enough or whatever. She understands that there are extenuating circumstances. She’s not taking it personally, which is... just so very nice, I gotta say.

JUNO: Rita…It’sjust a dry spell. That’s all.

RITA: That’s theproblem, Boss. You always get like this when you don’t have a case.

And once he concedes, she forgives him and immediately suggests that he get some sleep, and offers to help him get back on his feet.

JUNO: I…yeah, sure. I guess.

RITA: Well, I’m gladyou seen the error of your ways. Now go take a little nap in your office andI’ll call you just as soon as the next case comes through the door.

When he’s anxious about his abilities, she builds him up and encourages him:

RITA: Boss, you can do it! I know you can do it! You’re Juno Steel, remember? The winner of the HCPD’s Sharpshootin’ contest three years in a row!

When he’s caught in a spiral, she tries to help him logic his way out of it:

JUNO: Hey, Rita?Cancel that order for a new case. I’m feeling under the weather today.

RITA: What! But MistaSteel, you can’t! You gotta take a new case! You gotta helppeople!

JUNO: They don’twant the kind of help they’d get from me, Rita. I haven’t done anything goodfor anyone in months.

RITA: Of course youhave! You got Mick outta all that trouble with that shark!

JUNO: Thatwas a loan shark, Rita. I paid him.

RITA: Well,you got Cassandra Kanagawa off Mars, didn’t you?

JUNO: Thatwas you.

RITA: Well, it wasyour idea! And… and… hey, because of you, Billie Navarro is dead!

JUNO: That’ssupposed to make me feel better?

RITA: She was a realmean lady, Mista Steel. I’m sure it makes… someone feel better?

And again at the end of the episode:

RITA: Hey…what’s the matter, Boss?

JUNO: Nothingyou can fix.

RITA: But… we won!It was just the case you were waitin’ for, exciting and life-threatening, andit even ended with some real nice fireworks! It’s everything you coulda askedfor, and Ms. King is safe now, ain’t she?

JUNO: I’llsee you tomorrow, Rita.

RITA: Well… alright,Mista Steel. You’ll feel better after you sleep a little. You gotta. I know youwill.

Notice how it just doesn’t get any footholds?

We keep seeing her do this stuff throughout the season, but it never really takes, does it?

She’s not the only one who does this stuff, either. Mick and Peter are also pretty awesome at being supportive of their depressed little lady, but more often than not it doesn’t land. When they offer him space, when they offer him positivity, when they offer him solidarity, when they offer him reality-- sometimes they can derail his spirals, but there’s only so much that they can really do to help him.

And that comes back to a sad reality that’s talked about at the end of the season:

But it never worked -- none of the people he'd ever helped had stayed helped -- because you can't force someone else into it. Because getting better's always on you. It has to be. And that doesn't mean you're alone, doesn't mean you can't lean on others when you get tired or ask for directions when you get lost, but... Getting better's a long road. And if you want to go down it, you have to start walking. (Man of the Future)

Juno has to make that decision over and over again: in the FreeDomer’s compound, in the desert, in the Cerberus Province, and inside his own head.

And after he’s made that decision, Rita keeps doing the exact same stuff she’s been doing, but for the very first time he’s actually responding to it.

When she calls him out (via the THEIA bot) for leaving her behind, he realizes and acknowledges his wrongdoing and apologizes.

THEIA: Cuz maybe then she should disappear for weeks instead. Not say anything. Cuz that would definitely make you less worried. And not way more worried. Ain't that right. Boss?JUNO: Oh. I… What did I do? Rita, I’m… sorry. I’m so, so sorry. (Long Way Home)

And just like before, after she’s aired her grievances, she hugs him and forgives him.

JUNO: I... Uh... I'm sorry, Rita. I'm just... So sorry. It won't happen again... Rita?

SOUND: RITA TACKLE-HUGS HIM.

RITA: I missed you, Boss. I was real worried.

JUNO: I know. I hear you. For once. And I missed you too, Rita. Really.

And when he does misstep, she reassures him that she’s still on his side, even after he’s been called out.

RITA: And besides, Boss...(SHE HUGS HIM)JUNO: (GETS HUGGED)RITA:I ain't goin' nowhere. (Man of the Future)

And she keeps calling him out.

RITA: Mista Steel, how come you're bein' so mean to your second-best friend!JUNO: Because he's a chump, Rita. I always knew he was a chump but it's still disappointing to find out just how true that is.RITA: Oh, come on, Boss--JUNO: You "oh come on!" Sorry. I'm just... disappointed. I really thought that he'd have the answer, or at least that... Ramses wouldn't sucker him, too. Like he did me.RITA: Aw, Boss...JUNO: Either way, I don't think Mercury's gonna help us with this one. And we only have... Twenty-one hours left. We've gotta keep moving.RITA: But first...?JUNO: "But first" nothing! All of Oldtown, hell, probably all of Hyperion's on the line, and you want to "but first" about my loser friend? No! Hell no! ...Yeah, wow, that sounded pretty bad, huh?RITA: Mmmhmm.JUNO: I should probably just... apologize.

I’d like to point out here that she’s not being mean or nitpicky here-- she’s helping him not be an asshole and push his loved ones away. She’s recognizing that this is a behavior pattern that he falls into when he’s scared and self-loathing, but it doesn’t excuse him being cruel to the people around him.

And because Juno’s in a place where he wants to get better, he’s accepting this as constructive criticism, rather than a personal attack or evidence that he’s a terrible person.

Rita also acts as a point of calm to ground Juno through his own panic/depression spirals:

JUNO: This is a nightmare… A billion to one chance... oh god damn it, this is a nightmare…!RITA: I can do CPR, Mista Steel. You just tell me when he’s breathin’, okay?

And again:

JUNO: A bad spot! Me? After all the times I've scraped you off the sidewalk, Mercury, you're really gonna stand there and tell me that you were worried I was gonna put you in a bad spot?!RITA: Mista Steel.JUNO: What?RITA: I'm almost there. Okay? It's almost done.JUNO: Right. Right, almost... done. Thanks, Rita.RITA: No problem, Boss.

And again, when he’s starting to voice some intrusive thoughts:

JUNO: I told you I'd change. Hell of a lot that was worth. Maybe the Theia was onto something. One bad choice and all your progress is gone. Maybe the reason it was so terrifying was because it was right.RITA: No, Mista Steel, I think it was probably scary because it brainwashed your best friend and then threw him through a door at you.

Notably, she also helps Mick calm down from a panic spiral:

MICK: Me and...?! What, did I already do something wrong? Ohhhhhh I knew I shouldn’ta switched those two chairs when I moved in! They said this place was gonna be fit to my specifications exactly, and then I came in and saw the chairs and I went, “hey, maybe they’ll look better this way,” and they didn’t! And now they’re gonna kick me out of Newtown, aren’t they?!RITA: No, Mista Mercury. We ain’t gonna kick you out. An’ we can help you move the chairs back if you really want. (Man of the Future)

Also notably, even now, she’s powerless to help Juno if he’s not in a headspace where he is willing to be helped. Which is why she’s ineffective when THEIA Mick gets under Juno’s skin:

MICK: One weak day. That's all I'm saying, Jay. Your punishment for one weak day could be to lose fifteen years of progress. You could go back to feeling how you did after you were booted out of the HCPD. You might feel fine now, but...

RITA: He wouldn't! You don't have to listen to him, Mista Steel, you're better'n that now in a million ways, and I wouldn't letcha anyway, and--

And again here:

MICK: Puck Falco, that's right. Where are they now?

JUNO: I don't know. We... fell out of touch.

MICK: Heard that one before, am I right?

RITA: Mista Steel, this is all wrong! Diamond was gone before you left the HCPD and Detective Falco just transferred to another planet and--

I’ve gotta say, she’s really good at handling him when he lets her. I suspect that she’s developed a lot of these skills over the course of fifteen years being his friend, and this latest dark period is largely her exercising every skill she’s got in her arsenal to try and help him.

#the penumbra podcast #penumbra meta #depression #thesquidydude

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Flowers and Heart Break

So I’m posting this as two parts, seeing as when I was writing this it felt a little to long to post as one fic.

PART 1

Requested: yes

Summary: Ralph’s life with the reader before he becomes damaged

(This doesn’t exactly follow Ralphs storyline from the game, so heads up)

I hope you all enjoy~

(Gif does not belong to me)

You sighed rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes as you looked over at the clock on the wall. 8:25. Five minutes until closing time. By now the small cafe you worked at was empty, just you and your co-workers cleaning everything up. Putting away your apron you go to grab your belongings, your movements slow and sluggish. Throwing your bag over your shoulder you wave goodbye to everyone as your manager turns off the lights, locking the door. “y/n! Wait up!” your friend Jess calls out, catching your attention. Smiling you wait for her to catch up before walking down the sidewalk. “Jess, what brings you to this part of Detroit?” You joked, nudging her shoulder. You knew she just got out of work as well, being an assistant in the Cyberlife store not to far down the street. “Oh shut up y/n. Anyways, how was your day?” She asked. You shrugged, stuffing your hands in your pockets. “Eh, it was alright. Fairly busy today, got some good tips. What about you?” you ask.

“Pretty good. We had a lot of sales today. Everyone who has a PL600 domestic model is upgrading to the new AP700 model!” She says swinging her arms. You raise your eyebrows, “AP700? What’s that model do?” You asked. “Pretty much the same thing as a PL600, however it’s far more advanced and upgraded. Unlike the PL600, it doesn’t just take care of your kids, but it also does the housework. Pretty soon the PL600 model might not even be needed. Unless of course there is still a demand for that model.” She explains. Nodding your head the two of you walk in silence for a little while until Jess asked you softly, “Have you heard from him?” She asked it so quietly you didn’t quite catch what she had said, asking her to repeat herself. “You know, your father.” She says. Eyes looking down you frown slightly, “Oh. No, not really. And honestly if I never hear from him ever that’s fine by me.” You say.

You stopped talking to your father a few months ago, having had enough of his behavior. He constantly was trying to manipulate you into giving him money, giving you emotional guilt trips and such. It wasn’t that you didn’t love him, you just couldn’t take him trying to control everything you did anymore. Not only that, but the guilt and shame you’d feel each time you denied him money. It didn’t even make sense to you why he needed money. Where was all of his money going?

Sensing your unhappiness Jess changed the topic, “Well I also have some good news. You still looking for a WR600 model, right? To finish that garden your backyard?” She asked. “Yeah, I don’t have much time to work on it since we get out so late. Why?” you asked. Her face lights up, smiling wide, “So it just so happens that a WR600 model was returned to the store. I’m not exactly sure why, perhaps it’s because he has a slight flaw on the synthetic skin on one side of his face. It’s really not that noticeable, but perhaps the customer who originally bought it was nitpicky. Anyways, since it was returned as ‘faulty’ or whatever, it’s selling price has been reduced down to 7,000 dollars. Way better than the full 9,000 if you ask me. I can put it on hold if you wanna stop in during lunch to look at it.” She offers.

With a slight hum you agree. You did need help with the garden, and if you could snag a WR600 model for 2,000 less you’d gladly take him, not yet having the full 9,000 dollars to buy a new one. “Sure thing. I’ll see you tomorrow, bye.” You say turning to walk down your neighborhood street. Jess says goodbye before continuing to her own home. Within ten minutes you were back home, quickly changing into some old clothes you wouldn’t mind getting dirty. Grabbing a few gardening tools and seed packets you had left over, you go to the backyard where your unfinished garden lied. You spent the rest of the evening trying to figure out where to put some flowers, and where to plant the rest of the seeds. Ultimately all you had done was make a bigger mess rather than make any progress. Sighing you wipe your forehead before deciding to call it a night. You head inside and shower, before grabbing a snack and making your way to your bed. As you fell asleep you tried to think of several names for the android, but couldn't come up with any you liked. Perhaps you would come up with a better name on the spot instead.

The loud beeping of your alarm clock jolts you awake, causing you to slam your hand down it. You almost didn’t want to go to work, until you remembered you were going to visit Jess later. Getting yourself together you were up and out the door faster than your normal time for getting ready. This caused you to be early for work, but you didn’t mind. The early hours were quite peaceful, not being overly crowded. However, today the lack of customers was driving you up a wall. You kept looking at the clock, wanting to smack your head every time you saw that it was still a good 15 minutes until your lunch break. “y/n, what has you so antsy today?” your boss asked leaning on the counter. “I’m sorry Jack, I’m just a little impatient for lunch is all. Jess said they got a WR600 model in for 2,000 dollars cheaper.” you say.

“WR600 huh? The model you’ve been chasing after for a while?” He asked. Nodding you stretch your back, “Well I know you’ve been saving for a long time. Why don’t ya go on break early?” He says giving you a kind smile. Jumping with excitement you thank him repeatedly as you rush out of the cafe, and down to the Cyberlife store. Once inside your eyes searched for Jess, spotting her at the counter. “Jess!” You call jogging over to her. Looking up she lets out a squeal of excitement before grabbing your hands, dragging you over to a different part of the store. “Okay, so I put it on hold as soon as I got here. You’re lucky I work here, otherwise this one would have been bought as soon as doors opened.” she says. Laughing you looked up, seeing the WR600 standing in front of the wall. On a data pad next to it was all of his information, including price. “So, what do you think?” She asked, stepping back so you could take a closer look.

Your eyes examine the model, not noticing anything wrong with it. Reaching up you place your hands on the side of it’s face, gently turning it left and right. You weren’t sure what Jess was talking about, you couldn’t spot the flaw she was talking about. Perhaps you just had bad eyesight. “He’s perfect. I’ll take him.” You say grinning as you looked at Jess. She laughs shaking her head, “I don’t understand why you actually refer to them as she or he but awesome. Oh! We should register its name first!” She says. “It doesn’t feel right referring to them as it.” You say. Jess hums while waving her hand in front of the WR600, gaining it’s attention. “Register your name.” she says, looking at you. You paused for a moment, before a name popped into your head. “Ralph.” You say looking at the android.

He blinks a few times before smiling slightly, “My name is Ralph.”

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh ralph #ralph x reader #dbh ralph x reader #dbh imagine #dbh x reader #WR600

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