#damn this got longer than i thought it would be... and i didnt even say everything i wanted to say 💀💀💀

[pikslasrce]

hiii sorry if this is a weird question or too personal or anything I'm a little drunk but how do you find the courage to start dressing differently 😣 I wanna look cool but I'm worried about going against people's expectations of me and it becoming A ThingTM. anyway I love your style and I think you look dope <3

oh well. see my courage to dress differently was instilled in me at a young age by my dear mother (#individuality complex) so i dont have like.. good tips for that

as for the clothes themselves basically you just have to start doing it. make an inspo board on pinterest and analyze what elements you like, be it colors, accessories, makeup styles etc.

rome wasnt built in a day and neither will your wardrobe. once you've figured out a direction in which your style should go through your existing wardrobe and identify which items fit your target style and whether they can be styled or altered in some way.

after youve done that its time to rebuild your wardrobe, go thrifting.. a Lot. the most important thing is to have staples that look interesting on their own, as well as accessories that youd use regularly to spice things up

(for example i hoard blouses/button-ups with interesting patterns, bc even if im having a low-effort day i know i can just wear them w some pants and have an outfit, and i have a necklace w some teeth on it and an anatomical heart pendant that i wear w almost every outfit + a lipstick that i wear all the time)

as for other people and their expectations... fuck them!! their world wont crumble if you start doing something different! and if the way they act towards you changes... well, send them off!

and for it becoming a ThingTM its just enough to have like. low effort shit. dont have a wardrobe that only looks good if its styled (as mentioned a few paragraphs back)

last but not least, in fact the most important thing. you WILL have flop outfits. believe me, ive been there. dont despair when it happens though! its all a part of the process

thats it! i hope you find this helpful!

[dcxdpdabbles]

Not a request or ask but just a thought dump that a lot of people have amity park placed in the midwest n stuff which is cool, but then they don't give Danny those midwestern behaviors (i am also guilty of this as a midwesterner). I just think it would add a ton of comedy to the situation. Because being from a small city in the midwest with little nightlife and going into a densely populated city in the east coast that feels damn near always awake is like a major change.

Being from the midwest, it's a lot of polite kindness and greeting with big smiles, handshakes, and sometimes side hugs. Its lengthy hellos and even longer goodbyes as you slowly by slowly creep towards the door to leave but ur host just keeps bringing up 1 more thing they just *have* to tell you about. Its saying 'ope sorry' when bumping into someone when its not even ur fault. (I am gonna be completely real, i never even realized I said ope, sorry i just thought it was a joke others had for ppl in the midwest but then I listened to myself and was slack-jawed in horror.)

Its saying 'yall' unironically, even when referring to 1 person. The kindness to go the extra mile for people some times and becoming close friends with coworkers because you dont do anything else with ur life bc its the midwest.

Idk, i just think it would be funny, especially since the majority of the batfam were raised in gotham (typically placed in new jersey) and the difference in accents would most certainly be a giveaway that danny is NOT from gotham. And if his accent didnt give him away then the way he acts with such open kindness and wide smiles would most DEFINITELY give him away that he is NOT a Gotham native. And that makes me seriously giggle. Because in a city that is dealing with new rouges and the typical terrors, being used to rough faces and sneers, the most suspicious ones are the happy ones with wide smiles and open demeanors. And that is why danny gets singled out, not because he was caught going ghost, not because he was found bleeding ectoplasm, not even because of his mad scientist heritage and lack of self preservation, its because hes So Damn Nice And Smiley It Just Cant Be Real.

(sorry this got so long ive just been wanting to share my thoughts with someone and you seemed like a good fit lmao)

I love fics that explore this! Especially when the people of Gotham freak out because only the Joker's men or the people on something smile that wide at strangers.

Danny would consider it rude if people are always rushing, like he's used to people at checkout telling each other short stories, like their grandson graduating. Their daughter is getting married, or hey, I remember that show! - Nothing more than a minute or two, but people in the city don't do that.

They think he's trying to steal or something, because why is he trying to distract them at work? Why is he acting so friendly? It's super suspicious.

(Or something like that because I'm southwestern and that's how some tourists act when they come to my little rural areas lol)

[pokado8]

☆彡 Absolute green flags

༄ starring: K. Kozume , and B. Kotaro

༄ cw: gn reader

| K. KOZUME — PUTTING IN THE EFFORT

“Can you come over, please? It's fine if you're too busy”

“Yeah, I'll be there in 20 minutes”.

Staring at your phone, you turned it off and fell back onto your bed with a huff. College was kicking your ass. So much so that you almost felt like dropping out. The only person that was helping you through it was Kenma. He did things for you that he would be able to do without you saying anything. Sometimes you feel like he knows you better than you know yourself. Recently you’ve been pretty stressed about your upcoming exam. You barely understood the material so you didn't exactly know what to study for, your parents had been nagging you about your grades, and it felt like your professor had it out for you with how many questions she asked.

It was all so draining and you couldn't catch a break. All of your time was dedicated to looking things up and trying to start studying somewhere. Kenma didn’t have a clue about what was going on because you thought that he would be too busy to listen and you didn't want to bother him because of how he told you earlier that week, his subordinates were starting to get on his nerves because of how they always leave things up to him, thus making him work harder and longer. So you just stayed quiet.

While walking to your apartment complex he realized that he probably should've brought a coat as it was the beginning of fall. He silently cursed the world for making this year's fall so cold while he started walking faster to get to you. Once he got to your apartment he put in the key you gave him inside the hole and made it inside. When he got in, his body felt a rush of warm air that helped heat his body from the cold atmosphere outside. Something he greatly appreciated. Sighing in satisfaction, he took his shoes off at the door and walked towards your room down the hall where he saw you under your comforter and the light emitting from your TV.

“Hi ken” you began, hearing him come in just a second ago. “ I missed you”. The first thing Kenma took notice of was your expression. You looked stressed; overwhelmed even, and it seemed like you had been up all night judging from the scattered papers on your desk. “I missed you too,” he said as he made his way over to you.

Raising your comforter and scooting over a bit to make room for him, you silently signaled him to get in. Understanding what you meant he got in while making himself comfortable as he rested his hands on your waist. All was silent. Nothing was said as you both basked in each other's presence. Pulling you closer to him, kenma opens his mouth as he prepares to say something. “I got your text, do you want to talk about it?”. You didn't know if you did because you didn't want all those frustrations building back up and you didn't want to focus on them either, but on the other hand, you knew that opening up would probably make you feel better so that's what you did.

You told him about everything that had been happening at school and with your parents and how it's just too much. He was shocked. “Why didn't you tell me?” he asked incredulously. You were nervous to answer but ultimately did, so to save yourself from embarrassment, you hid your face in his chest. “You were busy and you were upset because of your co-workers so I didn't want to bother you”. When you got done talking, he just looked at you with sadness and (if you looked closely) a hint of guilt.

Kenma never had much luck at comforting people so he just went with his gut. But he would always try his damn near hardest for you if it meant it would cheer you up. The thing is, you both had this routine where you both did each other’s skincare. He didnt really like it all too much mainly because some of the products would kinda burn and because it took so long. But he knew how much you liked these spa days and he knew how much you love spending time with him, so he relented.

Kenma gets up and walks towards the bathroom outside your room. He rummages through your cabinets and you can hear products clacking against each other as he looks for what he needs. What is he doing? You thought. All you see is the bright light from the bathroom, lighting the dark hallway. After a couple of minutes go by, Kenma comes back and turns on your bedside lamp making you scrunch your nose and squint your eyes from the sudden light.

What are you doing? you ask him. He says nothing while opening and closing his hand, silently asking you to take it, and you do. With a small smile on his face, he leads you to your bathroom, and then you see what he’s doing. On your counter and the side of the tub sat your different arrays of skincare products. “Remember our skincare routine?” he grins “I thought that doing it would help make you feel a little better,” he tells you while averting his eyes to the very interesting-looking tile on the floor.

“Thank you ken, I appreciate it,” you say while moving forward to hug him. You knew that Kenma wasn't a fan of your skincare nights, but it made your heart skip a beat knowing that despite his dislike for it he still did it for you.

| B. KOTARO — TRUSTING YOU

You knew that Bokuto was a pretty social person, and although some might see this as a problem you didn't. That's just how he was and you never tried to keep him all to yourself because you just weren't like that. While there were times when you were a little weary about a certain person getting too handsy with him, you made sure to communicate your feelings so they didn't get in the way of your relationship.

The sun was already starting to set and Bokuto was helping his teammates put everything back in their place before they left. Before that day, Bokuto told everyone to give it their all before they went up against Karasuno so he proposed the idea of practicing. The day went by quickly and fortunately, it was time for everyone to leave as they were just about done with Bokuto’s antics, especially Akaashi. “Y’know Akaashi, I was thinking about a new maneuver we could do to crush Karasuno when we go up against them,” Bokuto said as Akaashi and him walked out of the gym doors. The air was crisp and there was a slight breeze in the wind. Akaashi felt a little more rejuvenated as he felt the calm breeze dance across his face.“Yeah, I think you should just stick to what you're already doing” Akaashi muttered. “Hey come on, don't give me that! It's good to switch things up once in a while” he yelled, pointing to Akaashi accusingly, because for some reason the setter didn't understand his point of view. Meanwhile akaashi paid him no mind as he just kept walking. Poor boy just wanted to get home. After a little back and forth between the two, they eventually bid each other farewell.

After he said goodbye to Akaashi, Bokuto was on his way to the front of Fukurodani to see you so the both of you could walk home together. He was very grateful that your extracurriculars were let out at the same time as him, that way he could see you before he went home. Once the front of the school was in his sight, his golden eyes immediately searched for your figure, and once he saw you he started to jog towards you before slowing down after seeing another person with you. A guy. But not just any guy, the school player. Issei Takahashi. Now Bokuto didn't have anything against the guy but he knew that he would flirt with any girl he saw and had just got out of his 6th relationship that month. Yeah, he was counting so what? No harm done right? Bokuto knew that he knew that you were in an established relationship, but for some reason that didn't stop Issei from turning you into his next target.

Before you start jumping to conclusions, no Bokuto Kotaro was not jealous. Him? Jealous? No way. Never. Bokuto trusted you. He knew that you wouldn't cheat on him. So he shoved those thoughts into the back of his mind and strode towards you. “Hey babe, did ya miss me?” he beamed as he intertwined his hands with yours. “I always do Bo,” you said while smiling at him. “Hey Bo you know Issei Takahashi, right? He's in your English class” “Hey, man. Bokuto right?” Issei asked. Bokuto decided to just act normal that way you didn't see how he was a little bothered by him. “Yeah, nice to meet you, dude,” he spoke. “Issei and I were just going over the project in art class and we decided it was best to do a video instead of writing everything down” you explained while twirling his fingers within your grasp. “we're gonna go to the art room for supplies tomorrow so we're gonna be together kind of the whole day,” Issei had a smug smirk on his face, feeling so proud and of himself and so confident.

Issei didn’t care if you and Bokuto were together in a relationship he just knew he could take you away from him. Bokuto knew what he was doing and his smile faltered for a split second before smiling again. “ Well I'm sure you guys are gonna do great,” he spoke. He knew there was no point in getting angry or jealous because, at the end of the day, you were the one walking home with him. So he let it go. After a while, you decided to cut the conversation with Issei short. “Well issei, I'll see you tomorrow. Good night!” you waved at Issei and walked away from the school with Bokuto.

Halfway through your walk to your house, bokuto spoke up. “Hey [name]” “Yeah?” “ Promise me you won't leave me for someone like him okay?” laughing at his sudden choice of words, you squeezed his hand. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Bo”

a/n: whew! That took me wayyyy too long to finish. My writers block was off the hook 😭

reblogs are appreciated!

[browneyedbeauty5725]

Was scrolling through Polin twitter and was reading on the Penelope/Marina discourse again and I have more thoughts. Just rewatching the show and the whole situation you really start to see Whistledown was genuinely Penelope's only option. When you really look at what the other options were they all end up in the same ending except Whistledown.

Firstly Penelope did everything she could to talk Marina out of it before resorting to Whistledown and I see people say how could Penelope do that when Marina was so nice to her. Marina was nice to her until it no longer benefited her. The first chance she saw Penelope was no longer going to help her trap an innocent man Marina turned on her and became extremely cruel.

Pen's other options outside of Whistledown were limited. She could've gone to Violet or Anthony or like Colin himself said she could've told him herself. Say she did,say they believed her. Which Violet and Anthony probably would have, Colin probably wouldnt have he probably would've dismissed Penelope again. But say he believed her if he didn't choose to marry Marina anyway, Penelope telling any of them or all three would've more than likely not helped. Because they would've had to prove it true.

The way things were back then only the female could break off the engagement, which the only way Marina would do was if George had come back. So say Penelope tells them and they confront Marina and Portia, it more than likely would've ended with Colin being stuck because Marina could easily say Colin was lying. That he compromised her and got her with child and they had no way to prove it wasnt true. It wouldn't have mattered when the babies were born too early but were clearly full term. And them trying to elope made it look even more like they were Colin's. And Marina had made it perfectly clear she didnt give a damn about how anybody felt about her trapping Colin. So when you really truly think about it outing Marina in Whistledown was really the only option. Because there was absolutely no way to prove Colin wasn't the one who compromised Marina and got her with child.

And also when you think about it even Portia was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She had three daughters out in society, and suddenly she has to get this cousin married who happens to be with child before anyone finds out because her husband has put them so far in debt and her daughters reputations would have been ruined. And her trying to marry Marina to the old men was because they knew and didn't care about her situation they just needed an heir and were willing to claim her child and Portia thought they were so old they'd die soon anyway and Marina's child would inherit everything. She herself tried to talk Marina out of choosing Colin because she knew the risk was too great because of how well known and loved the Bridgertons were in society and only went with the Colin scheme when she realized Marina was not letting it go.

Was Marina's situation sad,yes it was. But Marina was not just a victim in this situation. She was a victim of her own circumstances and she put herself in the situation she was in. Point blank George shouldve married her before he left,he should've married her when he compromised her. And based on the fact she knew what missing her courses meant means she at least had some idea about what she and George were doing and what could happen. Marina was a victim of her own making and it was horrible and unfair,but she was also very much in the wrong for trying to do what she did to Colin.

[toxic3mmy]

prompt: you and alex hate each other but one night of your sleep talking changes everything

warning: slight mature content

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ever since anyone could remember, you and alex hated one another.

the first time you met, he thought you were an annoying pick me, which you definitely were so far from. and you saw alexis as an arrogant prick who only thinks of himself.

the two of you had mutual friends, which was very ironic given how much you couldn’t stand one another.

your friends always ran into the issue where they couldn’t even get the two of you in the same room. it caused plenty of issues for the two of you to be together and so they settled on either not inviting the both of you at all, or the guys sticking together and the girls doing the same. but of course, the entire friend group wanted you guys to finally hash things out so they could all be together.

it was the end of spring and your mutual friends, minx, tina, rubius, and luzu decided that they’d cook up a plan to enjoy the first week of summer together even if you and alex didn’t get along.

the girls would bring the idea up to you, as the boys would to alex, and only mention that all the others would be joining you all in mexico for a few days without mentioning you or alex to the other. they would then say that there’d be three hotel rooms and you would have your own room. alex would also be told that he would be in his own room but in reality, your friends would have you and alex share a room while the others paired up. they all just really hoped that you guys could get to know each other better and maybe then you could all hangout comfortably without worrying about the tension between you and alex.

so it was set. the guys would take a flight an hour earlier than the girls and you all would meet up at the hotel.

it took no longer than a few hours to get to the airport and you were just ready to shower and sleep and visit the beach the next day.

you all finally arrived at the hotel and met with the boys in the lobby. immediately, you saw that annoying ass beanie and you already knew that alex was here too.

“why didnt you tell me alex was coming?” you whispered to tina

she simply shrugged and smiled nervously

“..and yeah, those are the plans for the week. so, any questions before we go to our rooms?” rubius asked as he went through the plans for the trip

“why is she here?”

“why is he here?”

both you and alex said almost in unison

“well.. we all just wanted to be together. and speaking of, y/n and alex you guys will be sharing a hotel room. we’re all hoping you guys can get the chance to get to know each other and get along for once.”

you and alex were silent. you both just wanted to please your friends so you agreed and all headed to your hotel rooms. you and alex were left alone as you walked side by side to your shared room.

“you’re gonna be one annoying roommate during this trip, aren’t you?” alex broke the awkward silence trying to be funny

“can you not.. its bad enough that i have to be in one of the nicest places in mexico but im forced to share a room with you?? like gross..” i rolled my eyes at him

“and you seriously think i want to deal with you for the next few days? this is going to be miserable” he replied

“ditto, bitch” i scoffed

“well, you really are going to be a huge pain in my ass you know??” alex continued to poke at me

“you’re no ray of fucking sunshine, sweetie”

we finally reach our room, i put my bags down and unlock the door. we both walk in and our eyes almost pop out of our heads.

“you have got to be kidding… one bed?! there’s no way im sleeping near you” alex scoffs annoyed

“you’re right alex, i’ll sleep on the bed and you can sleep on the floor like the dog you are”

“i’m not sleeping on the damn floor! i’m taking half the bed at least”

“fine, im feeling generous but you better stay on your side of the bed, don’t even breathe near me”

“what are you, six? i’m taking my half, man” he shakes his head

“if anyone here is a child, it’s you. but either way, stay off my side, ‘kay?” you smile sarcastically at him

“don’t call me that! i know all your insults are projections and you’re just insecure. and you won’t keep me from my rightful side of the bed”

“yeah okay, im insecure, mister ‘i wont ever take my beanie off because im most definitely bald under it’ ” you rolled your eyes

“i have more hair than your entire family, dumbass. and don’t even get me started on your insecurities, little miss constantly talking to guys and flirting when you’ve never even had a real relationship before” alex said as he crossed his arms

“oh, really? at least i talk to guys, and im not all ‘oh, you’re so p-p-p-pretty’ ” you mock him and his stuttering

“shut your mouth! i stutter and so what?? it doesn’t make me insecure, i just have trouble with words, okay?!”

“yeah, okay” you make a hand gesture of a dick going into your mouth, making fun of alex

“wow.. childish much? grow up y/n” he spat at you, sitting down on the bed and unpacking a few things, then scrolling on his phone

“alex?”

“what?”

“go fuck yourself” you smile and flick him off, angrily slamming the restroom door with your things to shower

“back at ya bitch” he said to himself, occupying himself with his phone

you take about thirty minutes to shower, get dressed, and do your nighttime routine. you’re exhausted from the plane ride and from arguing with alex that you’re ready for bed. you put everything away and slip into bed, still ignoring alex.

almost immediately, you fall asleep.

alex looked over at you as if he was going to say something. he saw you were peacefully sleeping so he continued to watch the video he had playing on his phone.

about an hour later, you found yourself deeply asleep but also tossing and turning in bed.

you throw your blanket off of you and mumbled something softly. alex thought you were talking to him so he took off one of his earphones.

he looked over at you and gulped as his eyes were drawn to the revealing pajamas you had on.

“please…” you whispered, talking in your sleep

alex perked up at the sound of your sleepy voice. were you talking to him?

“oh alex…” you practically moaned

his face was now red all over as he heard the sounds you made.

“mmmf, feels so good baby” again, you were sleeping and still a whimpering mess. you tossed and turned some more.

now this definitely gave alex an embarrassingly aching hard on. god, why was this happening? he thought of the grossest things he could to urge the pent up tension in his pants away.

he decided that he would not intervene and he would just go to sleep. so he pulled up your pajamas that were slipping off of you, covered you with the blanket, and laid down on his side. he was having trouble falling asleep as he had you on his mind. he was angry at himself for getting turned on so easily, and even more, he was pissed about how much he liked your sweet little whimpers.

right as he was about to fall asleep, he heard you mumbling again.

“i love you alex” you sighed, still asleep

alex couldn’t believe it. did you really say that? did you mean it or were you just dreaming? either way he decided to shut everything out and sleep.

——-

the next day you woke up refreshed and ready to see the beautiful city you were in. you were especially excited to visit the beach nearby. you got ready in the bathroom quietly to avoid waking alex.

alex woke up almost half an hour later and you cheerfully greeted him,

“morning ‘lex”

you got nothing in return. you frowned a bit but shrugged it off, assuming that he was still upset about having to share a hotel room with you.

you continued to get ready and finally changed into a cute purple bikini. you had a sheer top over it and some short shorts and also wore some cute platform sandals. the outfit showed off your tramp stamp and hip tattoos perfectly. you felt absolutely hot in this outfit.

you saw that alex still wasn’t ready so you let him know you were meeting tina downstairs and left.

“hey y/n, how was your first night with alex?” tina asked genuinely when you met up with her

“it was okay, we didn’t argue as much as i expected” you laughed

“well that’s some progress, right?” she asked hopeful

“i guess so yeah” you nodded

the two of you decided to meet the others for some coffee at the hotel cafeteria

alex, however, didn’t show

when everyone finished and was getting ready to head to the nearest restaurant for brunch, ruibius wolf whistled loudly at alex’s appearance

“mira que guapo, i might have to take you back to my hotel room tonight before any of the ladies here get their hands on you” he teased and alex laughed softly at him

“yeah, please get him off my hands” you rolled your eyes at alex but he ignored you completely

you shrugged it off thinking he was still upset about being stuck with you

after a brief brunch, the group headed to the beach.

you all happily headed to the beach and laid out your towels and chairs

you had found an outside bar nearby and ordered a drink. you then went back to where your friends were and laid on your chair, enjoying the sun on your skin. you took off your top and your shorts and your body instantly felt cooler.

you laughed and joked with your friends and just enjoyed their company. you noticed that alex wasn’t talking to you but he talked to everyone else and it honestly was nothing out of the ordinary. just as you were thinking of getting another drink at the bar, a tan guy appeared next to you.

“hola, estas bien hermosa y te quiero comprar un coctel. cual te gustaría, nena?” he asked as he took your hand in his, kissing it gently

“oh… lo que sea estará bien.” you blushed slightly as he smiled at you, you couldn’t help but stare at his golden abs. he was hot, there was no denying it.

he left to get you a drink and tina gave you a smirk before saying a short ‘see you later’ and she headed off with the others to take a swim in the beach.

“here you go, nena” the guy handed you the drink and asked, “como te llamas?”

“y/n, what’s your name?”

“me llamo luis, its nice to meet you y/n” he smiled softly

“y/n, i have to talk to you” alex suddenly appeared behind you and luis

“can it wait? im a little busy” you said a bit sternly to him

“no, it’s important” he grabbed your arm and turned to anthony before saying “we’ll be just a minute” he smiled fakely at luis and pulled me aside

“what’s so important that you had to interrupt?”

“put this on” he gave you your shorts and top

“what? why?”

“all these guys are just staring at you! cover yourself up y/n” alex said, annoyed at you

“so what? i can’t help it if i’m sexy”

“shut up.. you don’t understand how guys think. i don’t want anyone to take advantage of you”

“so let me get this straight, first you get upset about being stuck in a hotel room with me, then you ignore me practically all day and now all of a sudden you care about me?? and you’re trying to say i’m being a whore for showing off my body?”

“y/n… it’s really not like that” he sighed

“then what is it like?”

“well… i uh… look im sorry for ignoring you today. i just needed to think about um stuff”

“what stuff?”

“yeah, well no. i don’t know. something happened last night and i didn’t know what to think when it did”

“what happened?”

“did you have any dreams last night?”

“what?” you began to shake a bit because of course you remembered your steamy dream you had that night with alexis in it… but how did he know?

“you were talking in your sleep and um… saying my name and stuff..” alex said slowly, watching your face for your reaction

“oh… yeah um i think you were in my dream but we were uh getting massages together and-and with the um others too…” you said really fast and really nervously

“are you sure? it sounded different.. like you were dreaming of me in a more intimate manner y/n” his face was now so smug and it annoyed you

“are you kidding me?! that’s why you’ve been avoiding me more than usual? it was just a stupid dream! i mean, i even had a wet dream with obama in it once!” you huffed

alex only laughed and shaked his head

……

pt.2????

[tengenscvmbvdd1]

Are we just friends?

tengen uzui x black reader

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[ You and tengen had been friends for a while now, ever since you joined The kakushi.

Y'all had started off just simple friends, His wives being the first one you met. Hinatsuru, The rather calm one and sweetheart of the group, Had ended up sick and was admitted into the infirmary, But what you did not realize is that she was Lord Uzui's wife, And let alone that being ONE OF OF HIS WIVES. His other wives, Suma and makio were way different from the 2. Suma was a bit annoying to you, All the crying she does and the occasional "Do you not love me anymore Tengen-samaaaaa!!" all she really did was whine but she was such a sweetheart as well, Always bring you snacks and drinks, whenever you'd come over. Makio absolutely hated you...for some reason she believed u were after her lovely tengen...not that u weren't, But he's a married man, You'd never. Makio was much more serious than the other 2, Anytime suma would begin whining and crying, she'd be the first to start yelling, Her occasional pharse "Stop being such a crybaby!!"...

Last but not least. Tengen. Tengen was an absolute charmer, all he did was try and charm you, and flirt with you, Of course you would reciprocate back, because it's Tengen uzui, He's fucking sexy! Anytime he'd come back the infirmary, You'd be the first one to help, Almost immediately, his occasional stares at your ass and thickness, He'd make comment about your attitude like..."Ur bratty attitude needs some punishing" you'd give him attitude and reply back with "Oh please, you couldnt handle this, even if you wanted to boy."

Tengen and his wives were an absolute power couple. His confidence and his wives being apart of that boosted his ego, He told you about his past, and how he came from a declining shinobi clan, and how his father did some fucked up things to him...you cried once he told you, Mainly pissed at his father, he consoled you and told you how "It's okay now, I'm at a better place, No need to cry, Thats unflashy of you!" with a huge smile and the shine of his beautiful fushisa feautures.

He also told her how he saved his wives from the life, You were sympathetic and happy he did, saying how "I'm happy you saved thise girls from the shinobi life! Cause aint no way in hell, I'ma go for some shit like that."

Tengen and his wives, went on a mission to the entertainment district, Tengen left a week ago with tanjiro,zenistsu, and inosuke, Including Tanjiro, little sister, Nezuko. The whole organization was worried, But kylie was basically panicking for Tengen and the 4 children.

For days, You were worried and in panic. She didnt sleep, Not a wink, she was absolutely terrifed. You couldnt stand the thought of tengen dying in battle, It was too much, she told herself 'Why the fuck am i actin like im his mothafuckin wife or sum..but it's so good having him around...'

Him and his wives finally arrived back, Tengen was injured, His eye was cut and his hand was no more. Tears fill your eyes, as you yell "Tengen!" you screamed, running to him, and holding him " Are you okay! Ur hand!" U put ur hand on his no longer hand "Ur eyes!" Shes panicking, Shes in fear, but tengen puts a hand on her back, rubbing it, as he says "I'm fine kylie, Calm down.."

Tengen was put under her care. For months she took care of him. She made sure to make him the best foods only, she made him hot food, like soup, Gumbo,Jabalaya, and even his favorite foods, even of their japanese traditional, And of course she seasons the hell out of them. Tengen was tooken about when he tasted her food, He loved it so damn much. "Damn kylie, Ur cooking skills are quite flashy!" She'd blush because she never got compliments on her cooking outside of her homecountry, So she was blushing hard. "Preciate it ten.."

Over time, They grew close...real close..and it's gotten to the point, If they go out, People believe their a married couple. The day practicalar, They were at kylie's estate, having tea...the plotwist is, He never thought he'd come when kylies in her Pink nike spandex, and her tanktop...he knew you were a thick black woman, But damn..Everytime she walked..it jiggled and everything...they conversation had shifted to more intimate conversation..

"Have you been in a recent relationship?"

"Not recently....i've kinda been waiting on someone in particular..."

Tengen now curious ask, "And whos that? I hope he's a flashy man..." and you laugh, and apply lipgloss to your lips, "I can give u his description.." and tengen, thinks for a minute...his eyes buring with passion and desire, and he gives a curt nod...and she begins.

"He's a big guy, At least 6'7, Huge muscles...rather a flashy and flamboyant man...he has hair the color of snow, Eyes the color of spider lillies, Fushisa...he's huge...a big boy..has 3 wives...a husband...and so got damn sexy...and i been wanting to to sit on yo shi.."

Tengen flushes in red, and his eyes filled with lust and desire, and he stands, hocering over you..."Damnit...i cant resist u no more.." He says before crashing their lips together, His hands slithering to your ass, Squeezing hard, her body arching into him, Shes grinding against him now, He tightens his grip on her ass, Right now he's so pissed he only has one hand. She moans as she feels the pressure.

she pulls away..."this is the part where you fuck me..."

Shes now, Face down, Ass up, Getting spanked while he's drilling his 9 inches and heavy balls into her deep. He's in so deep, In a daze as he fucks her to tears, shes crying in pleasure, her back arched and her hands behind her back, He's holding it with one hand, He grits through his teeth. "Got damn, U dont know what i'd do to have both hands right now...fuck...so damn good..." Shes whining and crying, Tengen made her cum in 1 minute with just his tongue earlier and his fingers curling her g spot...but now shes about to squirt...like a dirty slut, Her back arches deep and she lets a scream out in ecstasy, "TENGEN! OHH FUCKK! IM SQUIRTINGGG!!

*her arousal was sprayed on his cock, Tengen hasnt cummed this whole time, it'd usually take all of his wives to drain his balls but kylies taking it like a pro...this is their 4th position they've hit together, shes already squirted 4 times, He begins groaning and whining, whimpering as well, He couldnt edge himself anymore, He decided he's letting it out. "Fuck mama, I'ma cum in u, In the most flashiest way, Gonna make u a- Fuck yeah right there....a mama.."

4 months later..

you're sitting pregnant, at the hashira trainings, Watching tengen torture those poor boys, but tanjiro seems to be fantastic, The wives make them Onigiri, Which they grateful for. Tengens frustrated, rubbing his temple, You stand, Walking, or rather limping, Rubbing your stomach. Once you reach him, You rub his back "Bae, Chill, You know these kids ain' that strong...They ain' disciplined...but tanjiro and zenitsu and inosuke are doing spectacular..."

he smiles softly, looking at his pregnant girlfriend now, Rubbing her stomach, calming himself, kissing her cheek.."im sorry sweetheart, it's just infuriating.." she smiles in understanding, Turning around, and wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him, getting on her tippy toes...."I love you ten..."

"i love you too,my diamond..."

[fallenangels1987]

lets face it. the joker sucks as a batman villain. everybody thinks hes good because hes got a cool character design and hes been around since forever and writers keep trying to make him good, but in concept alone he fails to tap into any of the central themes or intrigue of batman, and nor does he reflect any of bruces internal conflict. really, the only use the joker has ever had was creating harley quinn, but now shes an entirely separate character from him so any short-lived relevance he may have had with her is gone. but contrary to what some may think, i dont think the joker should die. that decision would be a big deal and he'd be so dramatic about it, we'd have an entire plotline dedicated to it.... no one wants that. no one wants to see his stupid joker face for longer than physically necessary. it would also be reversed by the next reboot. no, we need a plan to make him irrelevant. more so than he already is, i mean.

first, we have batmans rogues gallery do a drag race. whos judging? poison ivy and the riddler. its green-themed. but see this is genius. cuz who hates the joker more than poison ivy and the riddler? yeah, harley quinn, who is not in attendance cuz she knows whats about to happen. in fact, she planned this, and shes using this as her cover to mess around with selina and try to convince her to be harley and pams third again. it wont work, but the dedication and jakey-haterism is commendable.

the drag race itself is not the focus, however. see, the entire thing has been set up to generate the most drama possible. everyone except for the joker has received invitations that say the show (which is being live broadcast to an unwilling audience of 150,000, all of whom thought they were watching the morning news up until 5 minutes ago, and found themselves unable to switch the broadcast off) will be recording their every move, so they better be on their worst behavior. the joker, unbeknownst to this, is being his usual asshole self, but not even in a fun conniving way, just in the regular asshole way.

at some point, he starts a fight. tensions are already high and hes the fucking joker. just let him dig his own grave here. he starts a fight and his (already shitty, i should add) outfit gets torn. now he has to spend all of his time that should be spent on makeup on fixing the stitching of this dress, and its going awful, and hes been forcibly removed from the makeup/costume making zone so hes just sitting on the stoop outside with a single spool of thread trying to fix this poofy ass dress. soon enough hes got 5 minutes left on the clock and hes still not finished, so hes like fuck it! im just gonna do my makeup and hope for the best. the makeup is atrocious, predictably, he doesnt even get to finish the eyeliner, but he tries to go back inside nonetheless. oops, he got locked out! thank you, tetch. now hes gotta go through the front, all the while trying not to get dirt on this dress which is falling apart on top of him, knowing full well poison ivy and the riddler and the rest of the queens are making fun of him for being late.

he gets back in. by this point, hes sweating like a damn hog, his makeup is running, but hes HERE. he sees amygdala preparing to go down the runway. no no no, the JOKER cant have that. the joker cant have anyone stealing his rightfully earned spotlight. he pushes amygdala out of the way and waits for the go-ahead.

poison ivy and the riddler look confused and disturbed, then whisper to one another for a moment. they turn back toward him.

"didnt we already escort you off the premises like, half an hour ago?" the riddler asks.

"yeah, you weren't supposed to come back," poison ivy says. "that's the point of having henchmen take you out."

they argue about this for a while until joker is thrown out again. the public vote gives him a pitiful 1%.

after that, hes a laughing stock! nobody likes him! hes just the guy who couldnt take a hint even after he was kicked out of a building! he resigns in disgrace and moves to rural ohio where he becomes a gas station attendant. and THAT is how we get rid of the joker.

[familyagrestefanblog]

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!!

Adrien's amoks!!! Oh my gosh, she didnt notice the wedding rings!

Marinette almost killed Adrien! The entire time their conversation went down Marinette didnt realize that she was holding Adrien at gun point! That changes the entire nature of the situation! Dont tell me that it doesn't, it absolutely does!

Oh gosh this was so much worse that I thought! I need to further look into this. I was already of the opinion that believing that Gabriel gave Marinette his BLESSING after she basically told him in nice words that she will for the greater good let Adrien, as a then orphan, pay for all of his family's sins and mistakes on a disastrous globally scale is absolute insanity or blatant denial, but THIS???

look closer:

You can see Adrien's rings, oh my god...

Gabriel is talking about the day Adrien was born and how happy he made Emilie and him - that he was there little miracle - and Marinette is here not realizing that Gabriel knows exactly that she's ONE word away from making Adrien met his death in a mere second! Even Gabriel and Nathalie still had longer life-spans than the few moments Adrien was at the risk of having left if Gabriel made a wrong move or said the wrong thing!

No wonder Gabriel behaved as well as he did! And no wonder that all of this so quickly became entirely about Adrien while Gabriel kept catching glances at her hand resting on his:

"And Adrien will be miserable"

How have we gotten so far by now that I'm agreeing with Gabriel's faces here?? Adrien would be DEAD! She's even saying that her powers cant remedy any of this, how is this real?

Bug Noire is currently the threat towards Adrien's entire existence. The episode almost had Marinette kill Adrien/ Chat Noir with his own Miraculous! With PLAGG! Gabriel had to end up playing along to de-escalate the threat that SHE posed to Adrien!

I'm stressed right now!

Girl, take that hand away!

Thank you...

Oh gosh, this was so much worse than I though. Marinette is absolutely screwed and she doesn't even know why! Don't think for a second that this didn't had consequences via Gabriel's wish! Gabriel's love for his son very much exists and always has and it's by far the worst thing in Adrien's entire life!

I don't care if you truly think the scale of the wish is nothing but on the smallest dimension of 1:1 just because that's the damn berry explanation Gimmi gave for an easy understanding while obviously being characterized to be annoyed with humanity for how they treat them and how pathetically trivial the things are for Gimmi the humans wished for in the past, and the ending didnt immediately present you with the grand answer of how every chain reaction worked.

It's a reality changing wish after 5 seasons of built-up from the one damn person the show explained to you in ever way possible that it would be an world ending catastrophe if he got his wish!

If there is one bastard who didn't use Gimmi for something small and noble its the fucking MAIN VILLAIN before he dies and the hero almost killed their child who is the hero's love interest!

Come ON people!

[cherrymoonmotel]

✧dean x bobby's daughter

✧its been a couple years since dean and sam have come by the salvage yard. everything is exactly as he remembers it.....except for her.

✧tension, smut, no use of y/n

✧word count: 2.6k (like ok yeah i got carried away)

Lucky You…

it's been a couple years since dean and sam had been at singers salvage, and still it hadn’t changed. always constant, he expected the rust and clutter, the smell of oil and coffee lingering in the air. he expected the gruff greeting bobby would give them, the talking to he’d get for not visiting sooner.

what he didnt expect was her

she stepped out from behind an old chevy, wiping her grease smudged fingers on a rag, her hair pulled back, a few loose strands stuck to her cheek from the heat.

she looked up – and smiled– and for reasons he wasnt sure of, something in his chest kicked, hard.

she had always been pretty. mouthy, sharp, she could outshoot most grown men by the time she was 16. but now she was…. older, and she had this way about her, she was comfortable, in her skin, in a way that twisted something low in his gut.

“dean winchester” she says, teasing. “wasnt sure your remembered how to find your way over here”

he blinked. stalling for a second longer than he should have as she spoke. “been busy, but i heard the best mechanic north of kansas was still hiding out here”

he watched as she arched her brow. “flattery wont get you a free oil change”. but she was grinning. and dean?

he was starring like he didnt mean to. 

she tosses the rag over her shoulder, leaning against the old chevy. “so whats the occasion? you and sam run out of scuzzy motels?”

dean chuckled, his hands moving to his pockets. “something like that. thought i’d check in, make sure bobby was still kicking”

a small smile crosses her face, “dads out back, probably elbow deep in something”. he watches as she tilts her head, her eyes narrowing playfully. “that all you came for?”

his smile twitches, he almost feels caught, not that he came here for- well... her. well at least not originally.

“did you want me to come for something else?” he asks, it practically falls out of him. 

she shrugs, pushing off the car, walking past him and up the front stairs, “i dunno”. she says as she walks inside, but he doesn't miss how she turns to look back at him, a hint of...challenge? want? in her gaze.

he stays rooted to the spot he's standing in, the weight of the look she had given him was pulling him in as if she was tugging him by his collar. 

it wasn't just teasing. it wasn't nothing. it was intentional. and hell if he wasn't trying to deny it. the screen door creaked and swung shut behind her, leaving him with the faint hum of the porch light and his heart beating way too fast in his chest. 

he exhaled low, running a hand over his jaw. “damn” he muttered to himself, more of a whisper.

whatever that was, what had passed between them, it wasn’t over.

not even close.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

dinner had been easy, they picked up as if nothing had changed, as if no time had passed. bobby grumbling on about “goddam winchesters, eating him out of house and home” or how “you dam idgits ‘aught to get yourself killed”

her and dean had fallen back into that old rhythm, talking and teasing like there hadn’t been so many years stretched between them.

and now the house was quiet, dinner long gone, bobby had disappeared into the living room with sam, a half finished bottle of whiskey and some lore books. that’s when dean caught himself glancing down the hallway, more than once, hoping to see her.

but she wasn’t there.

he stepped out on the porch, a part of him expecting to find her there, like earlier. but the summer air was still, the sky a dark navy scattered with stars. 

and as he took in the night, thats when he heard it– the faint sound of metal clinking and the low hum of a radio coming from the barn.

and whether it was curiosity or... something else, he followed the sound.

and thats where he found her, wiping down a set of tools. her hair was pulled loose now, a little messier then before. she didnt look up when he slipped into the barn. she kept working like the silence was easier to sit in than whatever was hanging between them.

“can’t sit still, huh?” he says, leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed.

she gives him a small smile, but doesnt fully lift her head to him. “someone has to keep this place running.”

dean watches her for a moment, his eyes catching on the way the warm glow of the barn lights soften her features, how it casts a shadow over the curve of her jaw. the easy way she moved in here, like she belonged there. almost like he used to. 

“you always disappear here when things get quiet?” he asks, and thats when she finally looks at him, her eyes steady on his. “only when i need to think”.

“whats got you thinking?” 

only then does she hesitate for a second, fiddling with the rag still in her hands.

“old friends”

something shifts in the air as she says that, dean doesn't speak right away. the barn was quiet now, the creak of the floor beneath his boots as he begins to cross it making her look back up. 

he could see the way her shoulders tightened– not in fear, but like she was bracing for something, or maybe…. hoping for it. 

he stopped a foot away from her, close enough to where he could feel the heat of her. everything in his mind telling him he should go back inside, but his body wouldn't stop. his voice was low as he spoke, “i guess i've never stuck around long enough to be anything more”.

she sets the rag down then, carefully, like if she moves too fast he would disappear, or run away. “yeah” she says, breathy. “that's kind of your thing”. 

he nods then, because she's right, nothing good ever comes from staying for him, which is why leaving is easy comfortable. 

he exhales, slowly, going to speak, apologize? maybe, he's not sure. but before he can get the words out, she cuts him off. “so why are you here, now, dean?”. she asks, emphasizing the here, and now, as in why did he follow her out to the barn, why can’t he keep himself away from her. and god if he knew, well he would tell her. but he doesn’t. 

“maybe i'm feeling like i've been missing something i didn't know i wanted”. her breath hitches at that, and his hand lifts like he wasn’t sure if he should– his fingers hovering beside her cheek, wanting to touch her. and thats when she leaned ever so slightly, her cheek into his fingers.

that was all it took.

his hand cupped her jaw, his thumb brushing lightly across her cheekbone, but this time when he moved it, there was no tentativeness behind it.

he steps closer, her ass hitting the workbench behind them, his eyes locked onto hers like it was the first time he was really seeing her.

his hand slips around the back of her neck, firm, but careful. like how he’d been dying to since he pulled up to the house this afternoon. everything in his mind was telling him that he shouldn't, that he should quit while he was ahead. 

but he didn’t.

he closes the distance between them, kissing her. there was no slow lead-in, no hesitation. his mouth crashed on hers with hunger, heat, a low sound escaping him, one that he couldn’t have stopped even if he tried to. 

she responds just as fast, the feeling like years of silent wanting were clawing to the surface. her fingers tangle into the front of his flannel, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper. the workbench pressing into her ass harder, and she doesn't care. that's when he takes his hands, suddenly finding her waist, gripping her as if to steady himself. 

his body presses into hers, as he slides his hands from her waist, under her thighs, and in one smooth motion he lifts her so she's sitting on the bench. his hands never leaving her. 

his body was flush with hers now, the kiss never breaking, it only became rougher, hotter. it tasted like longing, and regret, and something that felt an awful lot like home.

“i’ve though about this”, he murmurs into the kiss, his voice hoarse. “a lot”.

she swallows hard, her hands still gripping his shirt. “then don’t stop”.

dean needs no convincing. he kisses her again, slower, but in no way less urgent – he wanted to memorize the shape of her mouth, the way she tasted, how she melted into him as he touched her.

his hands skim her sides, his thumb catching the hem of her shirt, as he slides them underneath to brush against her skin. she shivers then- her reaction only fueling this want inside of him. 

she tugs him closer then, by his collar, her lips moving along his jaw, her voice low against the skin of his neck. “kinda hate how good you still look in this” she says, her grip on his flannel still strong. 

he smirks then, his hands moving, testing how far they could go. his fingers slipping just below the top of her jeans, finding the button. his fingers fumbling slightly, as if he couldn’t undo it fast enough. she pauses, her mouth leaving his neck. 

he looks down, as he pulls the zipper, slow. his eyes catching the little tag stitched into the denim being revealed as he fully unzips it.

lucky you 

he froze then, for just a moment. a low laugh escapes him– almost breathless, god hes wrecked already, his own jeans straining at the zipper. “you’ve got to be kidding me”.

she gives him a crooked grin as she glaces down, her cheeks flushed. “forgot i was wearing these”.

he leans in then, his mouth brushing her ear, his words only for her. his voice deep, thick with desire. “not sure if im more turned on or terrified”.

“both are usually a good sign” she whispers back to him. and with that, he pulls her back in. their bodies colliding, hesitation long gone. his mouth finds her neck, collarbone, every breath, every touch, was hot and hurried. his hands sliding down her back, slipping into the back of her jeans cupping her ass. 

her hips lift then, allowing him to slide her jeans off. his hands run down the back of her thighs, hooking her by the back of the knees, allowing him to slide her closer to the edge of the bench. he hears her gasp then, the movement catching her off guard.

he can feel her, really feel her. his jeans straining to hold his erection as he feels her through the thin fabric of her underwear. her legs are spread around him, one of his hands on her waist and one still hooked behind her knee. 

he kisses her again, already missing the way she tastes, feels. now its his turn for his breath to hitch, her hands pushing past the hem of his shirt, fingers hooking into the waistband of his jeans as she fiddles with the button. 

he pulls away, his forehead resting against hers as she unzips his jeans, every move of her fingers, the way her hands tug away the rigid fabric, has him feeling more restless. her hand finds him then, only the thin fabric of his boxers between his hard dick and her hand. he pulls his forehead away fom her then, looking down at her underneath him, the way her hands work him over the fabric, her cheeks pink in the dim light of the barn.

it's when he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear that she looks him in the eyes, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, that has him smoothing his hands over the tops of her thighs. travelling up and hooking into her underwear and pulling. his body shifting, lowering. 

she holds his gaze as he kneels, hooking her legs over his shoulders, as she’s on the edge of the work bench. underwear tossed somewhere behind them.

she looks down at him under hooded lashes as he trails his mouth over her thighs, kissing, biting. he wants to mark her, wants her to remember this moment as she looks over the bruises later. the though only making him harder.  

the soft sighs and moans leaving her lips as he nips and bites at her thighs only encourages him. her hands threading through his hair, tugging. a moan slips from him then, at the feeling of her tugging him closer. 

its then that his mouth finds her, shes warm and ready. her back arching as he makes contact. his tongue moving hungrily as his hands grip her hips, forcing her to stay still. breathy moans and panting fills the quietness of the barn. his own moans escaping into her as she tugs his hair a little harder. 

a breathy “dean” falls from her mouth as she feels the vibrations of his moans. its then, when he’s lost in her on his knees that she tugs his hair, tilting his head away from her, forcing him to meet her gaze. 

a wicked grin covers his slick mouth as she un hooks her legs from his shoulders. he stands then. her impatience is getting the best of her, and god if that doesn't turn him on. 

her hands are slipping into his boxers. his head falling back at the contact, hooded eyes looking down at her. he watches her as she feels him with her hands, his dick twitching at the contact. and as if reading his mind she pulls him out, his boxers thankfully forgotten. 

with a sharp tug of his flannel she brings his mouth down to her, her other hand still working him as she brings him closer. with his hands on her hips, his mouth trailing down her neck, nipping, kissing. she pulls him in, one quick  movement and hes pressing inside her. 

he groans, low against her throat, his hands tightening on her hips as he grounds himself in the feel of her. the way they move together, like all the years between them had been building up to this moment. 

she clung to him, her hands slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt, her fingernails dragging along his back, as if she could imprint this moment into his skin. the pressure of her nails only made him move faster, his strokes becoming deeper. her moans of approval– music to his ears. 

every shift of her body beneath his, every breathy moan that spilled from her lips had him sinking deeper into her. pressing his forehead to hers, breathing hard, the world around him forgotten as he focused on the heat between them. her hands on his shoulders, at the back of his neck, in his hair. he could feel her everywhere, closing his eyes, trying to memorize the feeling as he moans became louder, messier. 

its when the tension inside became too much, their movements fast and messy that they both moaned, tension snapping, dean burying himself deeper. his movements were slower then, the sound of them both panting, catching their breaths filling the barn. 

his hand moving to cup the side of her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked up at him, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, she looked devastating like this. thighs still parted, bruises already starting to form on her thighs. his hands running over them.   

“lucky me indeed”

A/N: 😛😛😛😛

[sisville-v11]

todays the 1 year anniversary of techdogs release, and god. i cant believe its been a year now dude

ive definitely talked about the impact this album left on me here before, but i think i need to like. actually elaborate on that, because techdog had a paw in what would end up being a complete life restructure i went through earlier this year that fundamentally changed the core of who i was. for this post, though, i wanna talk more specifically about techdog itself and what was going through my mind as the parts were dropping & immediately afterwards rather than its aftermath of what it did to me. this is probs gonna be a long post so best to put this read more here (update from future me after i finished this post: i was right its extremely long)

so prior to techdogs release, i already had some familiarity with patricias work cause a friend of mine introduced me to her stuff, and at the time i thought her songs were... pretty cool! i think it was rosa, daylight spectrum, and visiting narcissa i listened to sometimes before this, but it wasnt often and i was still knee-deep in my c418 fixation so she wasnt what i would consider a favorite artist of mine at that time. enter techdog.

i saw she had just uploaded TECHDOG 1, and saw her pinned comment saying it was a 4-part project shed been working on since 2022, and that shed be uploading each new part every day. cool! took a listen through it, thought it was a neat lil collection of tracks but i didnt think too much about it then, it sorta came and went for me.

the next day came and TECHDOG 2 dropped. much like techdog 1, i these tracks sorta came and went for me though i did like them a bit more than techdog 1's, outside of the first one which i found super catchy. i did notice at the time it was a bit longer than techdog 1, but didnt think much of it then.

new day, new techdog. TECHDOG 3 dropped, and it was here that i started noticing the trend of each part being about 20 minutes longer than the last. something else i immediately noticed here is that this album sounded a lot more mature than the first two, but couldnt pin down why exactly i thought that at the time. regardless, i enjoyed it notably more than the first two techdogs.

then TECHDOG 4 dropped and god DAMN was this a good-ass album, at the time it was easily my favorite of the TECHDOGs and also my new favorite album of hers, i absolutely love skillful use of repetition in music and i felt every song in 4 executed it perfectly, so many of the songs in here stick out in my mind even today (especially big mention to tracks 1 and 10... and again just about all the other tracks in here theyre all kickass). so that was that, the techdog series was concluded and she mentioned she would be uploading the compilation of all 4 albums the next day, which i was immediately planning to listen through the entirety of again and i was very much looking forward to it.

and then shit got real.

when shit gets real

TECHDOG 5 dropped to my COMPLETE and utter surprise and it threw me so off guard that i had literally no idea what would be in store with this one. i re-listened to some of techdog 4 to get myself warmed back up before jumping back in and... i was not ready for the tone shift. the pure emotion of these songs. GEGTGEGHGETECETHTOTHCHDHCOCDCODODOD literally sounds like an anxiety attack perfectly translated from emotion into song. SO MANY of these songs are perfect transcriptions of raw negative emotion put into song form, i dont know how the fuck she did that. and the entire progression of the album sounds like youre being pulled deeper, deeper into the negativity and fear and pain and turmoil of your mind, by the time you get to the last track its clear theres no way youre seeing the light anytime soon, only the growing darkness awaits.

(context for those that dont know: excursions is the c418 album that completely reshaped the way i thought about music back in 2020 and my brain latched onto his music extremely hard as a result. and then i realized that was happening again with techdog)

so uh. i think its suffice to say that i was locked in when it came to hearing this series out til the end. and i didnt have long to wait for continuing it, as TECHDOG 6 would drop the next day.

i saw it drop in the morning, and its description immediately stuck with me - "Feeling pain." the feeling of pain being translated into music was something where i had NO clue at all how she couldve possibly executed it, and its something i found myself pondering the entire day until i finally listened to it in the evening. i already wasnt feeling great that day, so i think what happened next only exasperated my emotions further while listening to it.

pain. pain its all pain. of course musical pain would be noise. of course it would sound like garbled noise thats what pain FEELS LIKE. the onslaught of static garble was so intense that i had to take off my headphones and listen to the album through my laptop speakers. for the rest of the albums duration i was just laying on my bed and, letting my ears absorb the musical onslaught this album was bringing forth.

techdog 6 isnt my favorite of the techdogs, but i think its extremely impressive how, once again, patricia was out here translating pure emotion to sound almost to a tee; its pretty clear to me that all of the tracks here emphasize different types of pain one would go through. the first few tracks focus more on physical pain, the type of searing physical pain you'd feel from being horribly beaten up, while the rest sound more akin to mental pain, bubbling mental anguish from being depressed, feeling like a failure because you cant do what comes so easily to others, or... other similarly horrible mental health episodes. both very different types of pain but still unbearable to go through all the same. DODTDODHDODTOGOTOHTETHTGHCHGHEGCGEGCECECEC sounds like desperately trying to convince yourself youre okay when you absolutely arent and youre spiraling about it in a manic state. DEDGDEDCDEDGEOEGECGHGCGOCTCOCHOTOHOTHTHTHT is terrifying, terrifying beyond what my vocabulary can adequately describe it as, the absolute rock bottom that leaves you feeling broken beyond all repair, that there's no way you're escaping this, youre trapped in the pits of hell as the leviathans swarm around you until you finally relent and you need to just give up now.

until... the final track happens. GEGCGEGHGEGCEDECEHCOCHCDHTHDHODTDODTOTOTOT happens.

i was not ready for this song to sound like that. to hit like that. a song so harsh yet so beautiful, blasting tiny rays of sun down through the roaring sea of pain for you to grasp onto and try to free yourself from the pits. a release. its the only song thats ever made me ugly sob, and for 20 minutes at that, its so inexplicably powerful. guys this is still the most beautiful song ive ever heard in my life, i still think this a year after it hit me for the first time. for all techdog relistens after this, i needed to forbid myself from relistening to this song unless i was doing an entire album runthrough from the start, or at least the entirety of the dark side portions, because this is the type of experience you cant ruin with overexposure. this is the type of song you only get the pleasure of experiencing once in a blue moon. likely even less often than that. its just- god. god damn. i cant believe it. i cant believe this song exists

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the dust clears and TECHDOG 7 reveals itself the next day. patricia made it a point to say that this one was the true final part in the techdog series. i didnt even know if we would get a techdog 7... how the hell could you follow up that last song? in what way are you able to do that?

...with drone, i found out.

i remember i was confused when i first started playing 7 because i heard nothing coming through my headphones at all - thats intentional, as i soon found out. it starts out with nothing, and each track slowly but surely brings things back into focus, back to reality as the hollowness left from the aftermath of the pain starts to be replaced with regular emotion again. different emotion than before, but still, better than emptiness. i dont have much to say about OCOTOCODOCOTOCECTCDCTHTDTETDGDEDHDEGEHEGEHGHGHGHG specifically, as i feel it speaks for itself, but i did want to highlight the way techdog 7s tone changes after this because i find it really, really interesting.

the way GEGTGEGHGEGTGECETEHETOTHTCTHDHCHOHCDCOCDCODODODOD sounds so desolate, as you start desperately screaming into the void harder and harder hoping to hear a response back. the way DODTDODHDODTDOGOTOHOTETHTGTHCHGHEHGCGEGCGECECECEC sounds like trying to process the loss of a version of yourself you never thought would leave, the way THTCTHTOTHTCTHDHCHOHCECOCDCOGODOEODGDEDGDEGEGEGEG sounds like dusting off the rubble and finally accepting that this is the way it is. (some of) the stages of grief on full display here.

but, just in case there is anything left... the 2nd-to-last track, DEDGDEDCDEDGDEOEGECEGHGCGOGCTCOCHCOTOHOTOHTHTHTHT is one last journey through reliving all the past trauma in hopes of finding something, anything from beforehand before calling it quits for good, yet coming up empty handed and being like fine ill let it go, ready to accept the circumstances and move on, try to rebuild yourself with what you do have. this was another song that i had to like... stop what i was doing, and fixate my full attention on everything happening in the song. it was too intense to ignore.

as was the final track of the techdog series, GEGCGEGHGEGCGEDECEHECOCHCDCHTHDHOHDTDODTDOTOTOTOT. a song that absorbed me for the last 30 minutes of its runtime, my entire being felt synergized with the energy this song brought with it until... suddenly, its gone. its over. and i had no idea what the hell i just experienced.

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even now, i dont really know how to describe what happened after i finished techdog. i barely remember it, its all kind of a blur.

one thing i do specifically remember is that i tried remixing a song from techdog a couple days after i finished the series, and eventually scrapped it after it got a ways in production because uhhh... dude i slowly realized that i couldnt make music anymore. at all. techdog had set the standard of music in my brain so high that i would not be able to make any new songs i was proud of until i buckled myself down and figured out how to stop playing bab songs on my fisher price keyboard and start making some real shit. there was a path my music was taking shortly before techdog did what it did to me, and that IMMEDIATELY got terminated and hard branched elsewhere because i realized oh my god, that type of music i was making sucks actually and i need to get better right now before i make anything thats worth showing people again. and thats how it took 8 months for my confidence in making music to come back, after i sat down, learned some new plugins, and learned how to make crazy shit.

...i sorta lost focus a bit there oop. but yeah, techdog still holds such a special place in my heart and its so often that ill still revisit some of the songs cause they go hard as fuck. especially those from 4, 5, and 7, theres some songs in there that i absolutely adore. if i had to rank my enjoyment of each album nowadays casual-listening wise it would probably go 4 = 5 = 7 >> 6 > 1 > 3 > 2. i think theyre all great, its mostly just a vibes thing for me that has me preferring some over others.

i dont know how to end this big ass mini essay i wrote about my time experiencing techdog after saying all those things i did about it. so uhhhh... i guess thats it. maybe ill attach a wip of that scrapped techdog remix in a reblog just so it sees the light of day at all? idk

...ok yea im ending this post now

[b3anieperson]

Onyx Storm reactions everyone :*)

Enjoy my pain and suffering.

Prolouge-Chapter 3

PROLOUGE

Vi.. she's just shutting every emotion out..

Ugh, guys just leave her alone.

She is going to hear a conversation she doesn't want to hear.

WWMSD? (What would Mira Sorrengail do?)

Also I love that Andarana is just, there, we needed more of her.

Okay, lowkey, these guards are sweet, they at least have honor.

Being down here for her.. it's gotta be hell.

I'm glad she's still fighting for him.

She's so sick of the fighting. With everyone. She needs rest more than anything.

"I have no doubts about who you are." That's very true, a sweet, loyal dragon, willing to do anything, at all.

OH WHAT this is fucking crazy, do more of that Andarna

Yeah. Let's also not make the FUCKING CHILD a weapon.

Also I really can't believe King Tauri might be aligning with Poromiel.

WHY CAN'T HE JUST FUCKING DIE

She'll do anything for him. She'd die for him.

I'm glad Andarna has more fate in him.

I hope she finds her kind.

"You no longer answer to them either."- man she is soooo snarky lol

WAIT so do Bodhi and Garrick know?

OOOOOOO IMOGENNNNNNNN

CHAPTER 1

"Don't fall off this time." MOTHAFUCKA SHE JUMPED

Yeah, scorch these sorry fuckers!

All these storms, all because she's not here.

Stupid fucking Venin.

Andarna is about to fucking start ripping throats open istg-

I highly doubt they've killed them all. HOLY SHIT 17 KILLS- GODDAMN XADEN

Shit- Ridoc let's not kill the main character omg-

Ice is no shit, it's fuckin screwy

GUYS LETS NOT KILL EACHOTHER HOLY SHIT

Girly go beat some fucking sense into your boyfriend goddamn-

OOP- AOTROM AND RIDOC ARE ARGUING-

Also- Ridoc and Aotrom are the same age (or almost)

Damn- Tairn is a tad bit bitchy-

And Tairn needs to pull his head out of his ass.

He quit calling him the Lieutenant.

He can be saved. Quit being like that dumbass.

She's.. pretending to sleep?.. Is she actually scared of him?..

That's such a dad line to say- "Yes." To both fucking options- fuckin jackass

Yeah Well, everyone used to say Dain was beyond redemption. NOW LOOK AT THE FUCKING DAIN AETOS APOLOGISTS CLUB

The argument is fucking pointless Vi-

At least the Wyvern are still dead.

We love Ridoc-

I agree, I'd rather you all go back to Aretia too. Unfortunately it's not as safe.

YES WE KEPT THE FUCKING JOURNALS

Ugh- Aura Beinehaven

Personally Vi, I think Malek just hates you-

I would have shot Aura and her little friend lol

DESERTERS?! BITCH THEY SAVED YOUR DUMBASSES. YOU DIDNT FUCKING KNOW SHIT AND WOULDVE DIED DURING THE BATTLE OF BASGIATH

I hope the fliers are doing okay at least. They're probably all holed up in like three rooms.

PARDONS YOU?! YOU GUYS FUCKING SAVED THEM- YOU CAN LEAVE AT *ANY* TIME

Ooooooo- Something with huhhhhh???

Oh so now we have a new mantra? Every possible path? Not "I will not die today," damn, gonna miss it.

Rhi might just kill Ridoc yet-

Girly (Imogen), if they're apart of a circus, you're the damn ringleader-

Has he drawn more than once? What did she mean by lost control? God I hope not.

First Wing dickheads. I've never met no one nice from that Wing.

Xaden would be so proud-

Man Infantry definitely got FUCKED during the Battle of Basgiath

Oh, now she's back to being a tad bit bitchy-

SAWYER

Awwww, they're all sitting with him. This is so sweeetttttt

Awww even Cat and Maren are there too. They care.

Ridoc- you funny dumbfuck-

At least he's working to get better.

Sawyer, you're gonna be okay. I promise.

Are they trying to get Sawyer to retire? Fuck that.

Fuck. Fucking Venin. Fuck. They're inside. Fuck.

CHAPTER 2

The six most powerful had to have been the first six, right?

YEAH NO SHIT TAIRN, DIDN'T NEED YOUR INPUT

No one dies. If someone dies, I'm throwing hands.

Who gives a fuck. Let her do it indoors anyways.

Damn Andarna- holy shit-

This is so intense

HOLY SHIT. IT'S NOT JUST RIDERS. I DONT KNOW WHY I THOUGHT IT'D JUST BE RIDERS.

Is it just scribes? I don't think it's just scribes.

Smart-ass

Tairn. Politely. Fuck off.

God- how many of them *are* there?

WHAT THE FUCK

HOW DOES SHE DISAPPEAR?

That poor gaurd..

HOLY SHIT

HOW DO THEY HAVE THESE FUCKING POWERS

XADEN YES!

He cares. He isn't one of them.

OH SHIT??? DID HE UP A RANK???

Awwwwww, hand holding. That's something right?

Suuuurreeeee Ridoc- lol

Come on Garrick, quit doubting him. He's still Xaden.

There's so much tension between them..Fuck..

Xaden. Quit doubting yourself. You are still you.

TAIRN BUTT THE FUCK OUT

Exactly Vi. He's still him. He still loves you.

They can sense eachother?.. shit.

CHAPTER 3

OH DAMN- FUCKIN STRAIGHT TO THE POINT AIN'T YA LILITH???

Garrick- I suggest you watch out lmao-

I had to ask @siobhanbooks about what a senarium was lol-

"The Xaden Effect"-

Oh goodie, are we about to meet King Tauri?

OOOO BRENNAN

Ugh- fucking Melgren

"You're such a romantic-" FISJRSITDITURSYRAUTSITS

Yuck- She sounds like such a C U Next Tuesday-

It's not Vi making the demands. It's Andarna. And either way, fuck off.

Fuck off Melgren. Duke Lewellen seems really sweet.

DUDE FUCK OFF THE FUCK OFF JESUS CHRIST

It should not Grady's choosing. It should be hers AND Andarna's

Xaden BETTER be among the selections.

The ONE time I agree with Tairn. I know Andarna should meet her family, but I say no.

Consider? You flying fuck-nut? You WILL meet her demands.

They won't even let them enter the fucking Quadrant? You fucking assholes. Where are they even staying?

Awww, he's actually so sweet.

Girly you deserve to sleep in for once.

Awww he marked her book for her- THIS IS COUPLE GOALS RIGHT HERE PEOPLE

AWWWWWWWWW HE'S STILL ASLEEP NEXT TO HERRRRRR

These two are perfect for eachother-

HE CALLED HER LOVE AGAINNNNNNNN

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Xaden.. Fuck

[scalproie]

whatever. tekken hadesgame AU

or as I like to call it: "what if Kaz raised Jin: God Edition lmao"

so. to lay the groundwork:

They're all gods/powerful immortal beings of an unspecified pantheon (but still loosely inspired by a pretty famous one I'm sure you'll recognize)

Big Bad Thundergod King Heihachi (whom I am now realizing shares quite a lot of similarities with good ol' Zeus), after getting bored and worried he's raising a weakling unfit to be his heir, still threw his little son down a cliff, except this one was from the highest heavens to the deepest hells, to make sure that if the little godling died, well, the death would actually stick. Which it did.

UNTIL another deity who's the personification of the devil gene (and who kinda look like Kazumi-but-it's-unsure-wether-or-not-it's-actually-Kazumi) took pity on him and revived him by giving him part of itself/hell aka the devil gene. So now Kazuya is "alive" and immortal again, but he's now bound to hell, aka he can't live away from it for very long. And yknow what they say, if you're stuck somewhere, might as well become it's ruler. Especially if you've gained the favors of the entity that embodies the place and that you've found a new life goal in making daddy dearest's life unbearable.

Anyway eons passed and Kaz's brothers (his adopted one Lee whom ascended to godhood on one of Heihachi's whims as a way to counter his annoying firstborn's meddling, and his heroic half-brother Lars) reached out to him one day to propose an alliance to take their tyrannical father down. Kaz only agreed on the condition that he get to expand his domain once Heihachi is out: if he cant leave hell, no worries, he'll just make hell bigger. Anyway Heihachi's children rebelled against him and with their might combined they managed to take him down, with Kaz even having the honor and pleasure to deliver the killing blow.

For the aftermath tho, when it was time for Kaz to begin his conquest, his brothers came back on their word to let him, bc Lars Actually Gives A Damn About Mortals and he knew full well that Kazuya wouldve had exactly the same rule as Heihachi if they let him, so they didnt (and Lee is more neutral on his views toward mortals but he gets along with Lars FAR better than he ever got along with Kaz so the choice on who to back up was easy). And even though Kaz 100% wouldve been as bad as Heihachi is he was allowed to rule over mortals as Lars thought he would be, and Kaz KNOWS it, that doesnt mean hes not gonna be mad that his brothers didnt keep their words to let him be evil in peace.

Well if he cant have what he wants the fair way, might as well try to take it by force. And thus Kaz resumes his battles against his brothers with his attempts at invasion of the mortal realm.

This goes on for awhile with things going great for Kaz as he is the stronger sibling out of all of them, until his aggression puts him on the path of one Jun, who counters him in a most efficient, masterful and complete manner. Basically he was doing too well at bringing evil onto the world and she had come to balance him out.

In a most unforeseen turn of events, as they get acquainted over the course of their different confrontations, they discover that they respect and admire each other's strength and actually get along pretty well, even enjoy each other's company.

Anyway being around Jun makes Kaz chill out MASSIVELY and soon enough you'll notice the amount of invasions from hell have greatly diminished.

Eventually they get in an actual relationship, with Kazuya even wanting her to become the queen of his domain. And Jun is not opposed to this proposal, quite the opposite in fact. But complications start to arise when Jun began moving in hell: she is everything it's not and vice-versa, and the environment itself even seems harmful for her the longer she stays. Even the devil-Kazumi-entity, for all that it's/she's fond of Jun as a person, cannot meet her physically for she would eradicate it/her should they come into contact.

Jun bears it as long as she can bc Kazuya Literally Cannot Leave Hell and she wants to be with him as much as he wants to be with her, and Kaz promises her that he's working on finding a solution (and by "working on it" I mean Kaz is threatening the dead soul of a demi-god known as Gepetto Bosconovitch, reknown for giving life to things that didnt have any, into fixing this).

Eventually Jun reaches her breaking point when their son dies a stillborn because he bears her blood and he is much weaker than she is, bc he's a baby. This is the last rejection of this place that Jun can take before it potentially kills her, esp since that last event took such a toll on her, and even tho she loves Kaz as much as he loves her, she has to leave and WANTS to leave. Kaz, in a rare moment of compassion, let her go and spares telling her the news that, ironically, Bosconovitch JUST finished his work and managed to make a garden, indentical to the ones she would have on the surface, grow in the deepest level of hell where she could thrive.

So Jun is gone and Kaz is miserable, so much so that he doesnt even have the mind nor heart for conquest anymore. The only thing left of her being the corpse of his child that he decides to bury in the unused garden.

But just as the tiny body touches the soil, he begin to scream as he takes his first breath and the initial shock then WAVE OF RELIEF Kazuya feels as his son is alive surprises even himself bc he didnt even want the damn baby in the first place. This is probably the most outwardly loving Kaz will be with his son as he's holding his tiny body while being hit with a fucking storm of emotions but hey we take those.

"This is great! Their son is alive and the garden works! Now Kazuya only need to reach Jun and they can-" Except Kaz Will Not bc he does NOT want to reach Jun. Not bc he doesnt love her anymore but 1) bc he now knows the pain of losing her and bringing her back into his life means getting the risk of getting hurt again and he neither wants to feel that pain ever again nor even knowing he has that "weakness" in the first place so he'd rather cut her off from his life, he'd rather deal with loneliness than heartache, and 2) even he realized that what his domain is, what he is, brought Jun pain, and some part of him does NOT like to see Jun in pain.

"Well if he doesnt want Jun back into his life, why doesnt he send her their son?" This is objectively the best course of action. But Kaz is Not A Good Person. He's selfish. And again. Their son is the last thing he has left of her, and goddammit if he doesnt have her eyes, her nose, her face.

So Kaz is now stuck with this lame baby and only partially vibe with it. Problem is, that baby cannot live in this tiny garden for the entirety of his immortal life. Thankfully the devil-Kazumi-entity offers Kaz a solution: the baby not only carries Jun's blood but also Kazuya's, and that makes him able to be a receptacle for the devil gene, binding him to hell as well, yes, but keeping him alive in there.

So now Kazuya is raising his son whom he named Jin based on one (1) short conversation he once had with Jun but didnt forget. He is also personally training him in the art of combat, bc sadly Kaz does take a bit after his father, and he would not have the prince of hell be a weakling.

OKAY BACKSTORY ESTABLISHED FINALLY now onto the main course:

So Jin grew up and similarly as in the game, he eventually learn that his family is not just him and his dad but he also have a mom somewhere, and he wants to find her. Bc one day he steps into the famous garden that Kaz had closed off after That Day and Jin figured that his asshole dad would NOT have such a pretty garden made without reasons so after a few researchs behind Kaz's back he eventually found out the truth.

Long story short, Jin wants to leave hell, Kaz doesnt want him to, and they antagonize each other constantly.

Jin eventually comes into contact with both his extanded family and multiple allies who wants to help him leave (without anyone knowing yet that just like Kaz, Jin cannot live outside of hell for long. tho Jin can survive longer than Kaz thanks for his mom's blood)

The people from outside helping him are:

Lars: his heroic half-uncle, OF COURSE Lars was going to help him.

Lee: his adopted uncle, he does like Jin but mostly he helps him out so Jin can run a few crash tests for him on Kaz's minions, AND he gets to piss off Kaz in the same move? Excellent.

Alisa: an ascended goddess who relate to Jin due to their origin, she as well was "dead at birth" until her father found a way to bring her back (in a way) tho he was cast to hell for it.

Leroy: the grandfather-figure Jin wishes he always had.

Asuka: she insists to him they're related and that once he makes it outta hell, she'll teach him about their side of the family.

there'll be more down the line but I need to workshop this...

Anyway Jin has two goal: 1) escape dad's hell, and 2) find mom. whom he will discover has straight up disappeared from everyone ever since she left hell herself.

So Jin starts from the bottom of hell and has to climb to the top where the entrance lies, in the mouth of a volcano. Wink wink fucking nudge nudge

When he falls he ends up back in his father's home where he can meet a bunch of friendly dead souls:

Lucky Chloe: usually the first person he sees after falling down, she's kind of the court jester, she was spared damnation bc Kaz thinks her annoying people is really funny as long as its not him, thats where the "Lucky" come from.

Azucena: she provides delicacies from the surface to hell (for a price), Jin can find her as he's running up to the surface and she'll happily sell him things to help.

Jane: she provides Jin with some sort of "bestiary" and she actually does not mind that he keeps beating Kaz's minions (the JACKs among others, tho they are her favorites) bc she get to improve them thanks to the data gathered afterward.

Bruce: Kaz's chief of security. When Jin didnt trained with Kaz, he often sparred with Bruce. Bruce will let Jin try his different styles against him before climbing back up hell again. He's fond of the kid :)

"Kazumi": Jin can never get quite a good read on her/it, but she's/it's always kind to him.

and others that I will also figure out...

But that's not all the people Jin meets, as he's ascending, he also encounters a bunch of people, tho not all are friendly.

Nina and Anna: contracted by Kazuya to stop Jin. Tho they spend more time fighting each other...

A reptilian monstrocity by the name of Alex.

Some strange crystals take him to a bizarre location where he can meet Azazel, who present himself as the progenitor of the devil-Kazumi-entity, making him technically Jin's great-grandpa. Via him, Jin can fight Devil Jin and gain more access to his style (more on that later)

Xiaoyu: a phoenix Jin befriended, the only reason she's in hell is only bc she can cheat death. She is not bound to hell, so she technically can come back to life if she manages to escape, until she dies again on the surface. They often run into each other and have a friendly competition to see who can defeat the most of Kaz's minions, if she loses, Xiaoyu will leave Jin with one of her feathers, that increases his health. Jin can also meet her sometimes back at the house. It's rumored that she spend more time in hell recently to hang out with the hellish prince🧡

Hwoarang: another dead soul of a great warrior contracted to stop Jin, but he couldnt care less about what Kaz wants. He wants to defeat Jin, so he will hunt him down everytime he hears that Jin is trying to escape again. Over time he and Jin have come to enjoy their rivalry. Jin can also meet him sometimes at the house🧡

And more yknow the drill...

And of course, once Jin finally manages to come to hell's entrance, who waits for him there but Kazuya. The two have a nice little father and son fight to the death between immortals where they can work out their problems in an healthy manner: with extreme violence, and the winner get to throw the other down the volcano cliff aaall the way to the bottom (bc sometimes the best way to work out trauma is thru exposure therapy. wink)

Jin starts by only knowing his father's style, but after finally finding his mother, and after the initial story-related reunion (and the tragic realization that just like his dad, Jin cannot stay out of hell for long), they bond with Jun teaching him her style. And Jin can work his way to the top again using her style to learn more about it. When dueling Kaz with it, he's preeetty conflicted like: My traitorous son is using another style than ours👿 -> omg that's Jun's moves... 🥺 -> HE'S NOT EVEN USING THEM RIGHT👿👿👿

And basically, Jin has multiple styles: his dad's, his own, eventually his mom's, and devil style. He gets to pick the one he's going to stick with at the start of every ascend.

Anyway this is the story of a child of divorce trying to reunite his parents who are both extremely stubborn and extremely still in love with each other, bc if Jin has to live another day with just his father he's going to LOSE IT.

[captainshazamerica]

I got to go to an early screening of Wicked last night and HOLY CRAP! IT EXCEEDWD MY EXPECTATIONS! and im a die hard for Wicked and was going into it expecting to be disappointed but wow!

FINALLY a movie musical that catered to the stage version and stage fans and truly honored every part and didnt cut anything to appeal to the masses!👏and finally a musical that wasnt afraid to be a damn musical!!!! as a die hard Wicked fan who has seen the musical 13 times, THIS WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN I THOUGHT THEY WOULD DO AND IS PRETTY MUCH NEAR PERFECT! I have like 5 teeny tiny things I didn't love/have gripe with, BUT MY GOSH I DID NOT EXPECT THEM TO NAIL IT THAT MUCH! Like pretty much every single line in the musical is in the movie, you rarely ever see that, like i knew 90% of the lines before they were gonna say them, they didn't cut ANYTHING out, also something you never see in movie musicals, which is why it HAD to be in 2 parts, that was the best decision they could have made because they kept EVERYTHING! And they honestly didn't add that much either, what they did really added to it. And opps this was suppose to be short but I'm just floored. Even Arianna pleasantly surprised me, and I was REAL sus orginally about that casting. I could keep going and may write a longer one later, but wow, absolutely incredible. Worth the 15 year wait!

[shhh-no-ones-home]

future friends 2/2

james 'logan' howlett

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part one

song: gold medal ribbon my pierce the veil

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i sat on my bed and thought about what had happened in the danger-room. it had been a little over a week already and i still couldnt stop thinking about it. his face, the way he sounded. so broken. it was an accident. and of course i couldnt think to face ororo either. im sure she already got an earful from him about it.

but the thing is, i hadnt seen him or his reading since that day. and that worried me. all of his classes had been cancelled but i couldnt exactly blame him. i think i wouldve done the same. i half thought to go find him but i wasnt sure i could face him again. nonetheless i picked myself up off the side of my bed and walked out of my room and out into the hall. kids were rushing past me to get to their next class but i ignored them as best i could.

some of them were harder than others, all of the images of their pasts behind my eyes as i paced by them. but then his made its way into my brain and i stopped. i had already made it to the end of the hall but it wasnt his room he was in. it was the library. some place i hadnt ever seen him go. he didnt find place in there like the students did. but it was quiet. i pushed the door open slowly and there he was, sat at the table with a book open in front of him. it was a book about the civil war. oh. i watched his face as he looked up.

"hey kid, or uh, y/n."

he corrected and i drew my brows, walking slowly to him like you would a wounded animal.

"hello logan."

he closed the book and placed it flat on the table, folding his hands on top of it.

"first of all i wanna apologize-"

"dont worry about it."

he cut me off and i tilted my head to the side in confusion.

"but i lied to you?"

i questioned and he nodded, a half smile making its way to his features.

"i know. i talked to storm. and though i wish someone would have helped me sooner i understand she was just trying to keep the professors wishes. damn bastard."

he laughed.

"so youre not mad? at me?"

i asked hesitantly and he scooted his chair back, standing up to meet me.

"storm explained a bit about you. how your powers work, how old you are, the god that cursed you."

i looked down and he took my hand in his. i gasped and tried to pull away but he held on tight. i looked up with wide eyes, trying to study his face.

"i made peace with not knowing anything about myself but you changed that. now i know who i am. or was, at least."

he squeezed my hand and then let it go.

"you arent scared?"

i asked and he laughed.

"terrified actually. but if youre willing to work with me. id like to get to know myself. and you."

i watched as he put his leg up and sat on the side of the table.

"logan i want to but with my powers only a handful of things can happen. the more i look into your past the more i will get attached to you and i dont want you to resent me for something i cant control."

he nodded, studying my face.

"y/n you are the only person ive ever met that is my own age and is willing to help me. i dont think i could resent you even if i tried."

i laughed, tapping a finger on the table next to his leg.

"you say that now."

he reached forward and grabbed my hand again but i didnt pull away this time. he closed his eyes.

"they dont come in waves like the first one did."

he said softly and i drew my brows.

"each time i touch you i get isolated stories. ones that i only got glimpses of the first time."

he said coolly. opening his eyes and looking up at me.

"is that how you see them?"

he asked and i nodded.

"if i focus hard enough yes, or if im around the person a lot. the glimpses get longer. especially if im not trying to suppress them."

"you are extraordinary."

he complimented and i could feel some heat forming in my cheeks. i knew to much about him to not blush. it didnt help i already had a crush on him.

"tell me, whats something that youve been wanting to know? more than anything else."

he sat and thought for a second

"striker said i volunteered for his program but i cant believe that. i want to know what actually happened."

i nodded, stepping towards him a little more. he drew his brows and watched me.

"bare with me please."

i whispered, looking over his face and stopping at his lips. i took a deep breath before closing the gap between us. as soon as our lips touched i was overrun with his memories. i searched through them like a file folder, stopping on his time at alkali lake. i could feel my body tense and i shared that memory with him, his recruitment, the experiment, taking gallons of his blood and storing it, the wires and machines he was hooked up to, keeping him in a cage like an animal, and his escape.

i held on as long as i could but it got too overwhelming. i pulled away from him and seized, my head falling back and my eyesight going white as i looked to the ceiling. i fell limp against him, feeling his arms wrap around my body as he caught me, slowly guiding me to the floor and into his lap. i shook against him and breathed heavily as my eyesight came back. i could hear him shushing me and stroking my hair, rocking back and forth.

"logan."

i gasped out, gripping at his arm.

"its okay, im right here."

he said, and i could hear the fear in his voice.

"i held on as long as i could."

i whispered and i felt him kiss the top of my head.

"you gave me just what i needed, now relax. please. ill take care of you while you do."

i nodded against his chest, feeling my eyes heavy.

"im gonna sleep now okay?"

i asked and i could feel him chuckle to himself.

"ive got you. you go right ahead."

i hummed to myself.

"lets hold off on any more memories for a little bit okay?"

i asked and he laughed.

"youve got a deal. kid. now just take it easy."

the last thing i remember was my body going limp against him and everything going black. at least i could help a little. give him some part of himself back. and i could hear it in his voice. he was sincere.

"thank you y/n."

[lawnmowereater]

hello! i was wondering if you could make a fic even a short one on how bakugou (boyfriend) would react to seeing the (old) scars on your wrist for the first time. Just how he'd react for not noticing it before and stuff.

Authors Notes: omg yes i can! your my first person to request something so thank you so much. if you wanted a longer story im sorry. (also this is not my gif)

Trigger Warning: S-lf H-rm

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader, Like One Use of y/n

Bakugou seeing your old SH scars.

yall would probably just be chilling in his dorm

like having a little date night or romantic sleepover

and you just changed into your pajamas and they show a lot more skin than the outfits that you usually wear

you both were probably just scrolling on your phones together or watching tv, then bakugou got bored. he just started looking around in curiousity

then he looked at your revealed skin, and kinda started looking at it. he did end up dating the hottest person in the world, so he might as well admire them

but his heart dropped when he saw tons of old, small sc-rs all along your skin. they seemed healed which was good, but that didnt bother bakugou the most

his voice sounded small and a tad bit scared when he spoke "hey y/n..?"

you looked at him confused. he normally never sounds this scared unless something is really wrong. so you ask what's up

"those sc-rs look pretty bad, and before you say anything. dont lie to me, i know that you couldn't have gotten that many sc-rs that bad from training"

his voice sounded a bit harsh, but you knew that he was just scared and worried.

your eyes widened in fear when he pointed them out. you quickly grab a blanket and cover yourself before trying to lie your way out of the situation. but its too late

bakugou knew what those sc-rs were from, he wasnt an idiot.

when he spoke, his voice now sounded a bit shaky. and his eyes looked glassy, it seemed as if he was holding back tears

"no, dont lie. i know that you got those from s-lf h-rm." bakugou takes a deep breath "but.. why?"

his red eyes shimmered with held back tears as he waited for you to answer him. he was so worried but he didnt want to show you.

eventually, you told him why you s-lf h-rmed (idk why you did). it took a lot of courage to open up to bakugou, and he realizes that.

when you're done, you look up to bakugou for his reaction. although your teary eyes slightly blur up the view

bakugou has a few dried tears on his cheek. and he looks like a lost puppy. his eyes are wide with worry and concern.

he never really had comfort and support for his mental health growing up. this whole concept of opening up to your loved ones is still kinda stange for him

"im sorry, i.. i had no idea" he doesnt really know what to say, but he'll be damned if he doesnt try his best.

"but, just come to me the next time that you feel like doing this. i cant have you going around with bloody sc-rs like its nobodies business."

he looks at you and your teary eyes. he thinks for a moment, but then he opens his arms for you to climb into.

you slowly climb into his arms and onto his lap. his arms go around your torso as your arms goes behind his.

and you guys just kinda stay there for a while, not saying anything. its a comfortable silence, and you both definitely need it.

eventually after god knows how long, bakugou whispers into your ear "why didnt you tell me sooner?"

bakugou was worring this whole time about why you didnt tell him. was he not trust worthy? did he do something wrong?

you sooth his worries by telling him that you were just scared of what he would say, and if we would take it well.

a wave of relief washes over his body when you say that. he thought that he did something wrong.

then, he says "good. this better not be my fault."

he pauses to think for a bit.

"do you need food?"

he couldnt think of many other ways to comfort you, so this will have to so.

happily, the two of you walk into the kitchen for dinner, and prepare to spend a whole lot more time cuddling tonight.

[yikes-strikes-again]

highlights from my adventures in Area X, totally blind the whole time until i finished Acceptance. Spoilers for all of it.

me being neurotic about spoilers (this is a common theme)

obsessed with how this is my first instance of theorizing. the last two sentences are eerily accurate and i can't believe i said "alien planet" that's hilarious

this is good analysis too bad i was missing a key piece of information that makes my inadequate conclusion actually make sense

middle of Annihilation, first attempt at analyzing Where lies...this is actually pretty close to what I think about the tower text Now except missing the parts that would have never occurred to me without reading further (that the Crawler is Saul and that Area X is not on earth).

aw this is so cute. They don't even know about the first expedition footage with the sky leviathan POV (i have a pet theory that SR used that clip specifically to brainwash the husband. this is supported by his anecdote of falsely attributing memory to lived experience when its origin was television, as a young child)

i was so right

this is so funny. you are like a little baby

this is still Based

The Antics

this theory is so fucking funny considering how much grace hates lowry

this was like the least brutal of my Control roasts. they ramped up considerably in Acceptance

then i stopped reading the trilogy for eight months and had to start over Authority. but i still thought about it. this is me thinking about it.

This was me like a third of the way into Authority. What the fuck. It's not that creepy when you consider the information dispensed by that point but it's still kind of creepy how accurate my actual predictions were when my ideas were still wrong

then i went to sleep and

so true, me. So righteously true. magic IS real and it's coming to fuck up your town

Future me here: Yea it was a red herring

More Control roasts:

CALL ME IMPORTANT THAT'S MY NAME

Fragment of my "Area X clones are agents of germination" theory. I felt so smart at the end of Authority. So in Control if you will. And then

it was fucking life changing. the homosexuals that they were

first drama in the gc...

This is when the amount of Divine Knowledge brought to me by Accemptance started to get to my consciousness. Once i start saying phrases like "the virgin control and the chad ghost bird" and "the Caroline to his GlaDOS" and "everyone is a clone of a clone of a clone of a clone" that's when you know i've lost the thread

more disjointed quotes because i ran out of images:

"the BASED control vs. the CRINGE everyone else is no longer the dynamic because he's not narrating. i feel like i just broke up with him" "so does ghost bird probably"

"The time dilation really came out of left field. Kind of like a "well shit. thats a hell of a mystery no one thought was a mystery and didnt even really need solving. but damn if it didnt just get solved so nice work"" <- me forgetting how hard i tried to solve the mystery of the cellar journals compost

"When they see that reflection of themselves, they despise it, they need to destroy it This series is about environmentalism as much as it could be The need to make Area X an enemy with a pathological desire to destroy says more about the humans than it does Area X. When they see themselves, they hate so much what they see. But I don't think Area X necessarily hates humans at all. Only the biologist/Ghost Bird can even seem to contemplate that. Maybe Whitby could, briefly, in his endless circular ramblings, but that did not quell his fear and hatred for himself" <- rumination on automatic senseless clone violence

at one point i got whiplash from the Grumpy emotion i got from biologist's borderline ecofascism to the Intense Bittersweet of Saul's fatherly attachment to Gloria in light of everything and then the Pain of trying so hard not to laugh at the thought of someone saying "Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot, I'm aware this looks strange" in response to being caught washing a mouse

"phone creature even BETTER than mouse washing" I characterized the phone creature as "little Lowry - his son that he doesn't want" because that amuses me forever

i love how i'm like "i could pass on more of lowry, i'm so sick of that guy" and then proceed to write four Thousand words of meta about him. i like the Theory of lowry. he's a horrible broken man who throws drinks at milves

and i love imagining that everyone who comes back from Area X is a clone no matter what not because that makes any sense but because i get to imagine two versions of every character. i'm like "i love the idea of Lowry being a clone all this time and somehow being protected from the fact by a quirk of his creation. And that he's imperfect compared to Original Lowry in odd ways but SR just chalked up his change to the intense trauma of the event, and if it ever seriously occurred to them they decided it didn't really matter. And if he knew. I don't know what he'd do And real Lowry is a megalodon in the ocean terrorizing plankton instead of lower-tier bureaucrats"

another thought: "I still love the thing that stitches across the sky. I think it's an avian cosmic leviathan, as the biologist is an amphibious cosmic leviathan. You could call it a dragon."

i ended up with a pretty secure Grand Unifying Theory that isn't interesting because you probably all have the same one. It's about the process

my final words of wisdom:

that's the books.