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Dani is hunted by the JL
So dani was traveling around the infinite realms and came across a universe that she and danny would LOVE
Their are super heros, and clones and wizards, and alians
Dani send danny the location of the universe with the caption:THE WORLD OF HEROS AND ALIANS WHICH WILL YOU MEET FIRST
Danny texted her back a voice massage of his screaming the word alians
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So dani was exploring this new universe when she saw asshole.1 berating a teenager about how he's not fit for this life
The asshole.2 chimes in and AGREES with asshole.1, at this point the kid looks upset
and dani could understand teenagers in the superhero business is not the best(she asked) and sometimes tough love is what it takes so she was going to leave
Then she heard asshole.1 say" clones should just be terminated to save everyone problems like this"...
No...dani didnt hold back in teaching asshole.1 a lesson in clone rights via: trial by fist
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But now 3 months later she decided to ask the assholes what they want and why they keep harassing her
She didnt expect a rant about how an unsupervised meta(and a clone asshole.1(whos name is superman WTF is super about him))
Then they all had a meeting about her IN front of her
The options ranged from finding her original to termination to imprisonment to forcing her to be a superhero
They eventually decided to make her a superhero in training...
These people are IDIOTS, if you dont trust her why put her WITH A TEAM, why not just let her leave, the most she did was get payback for the insensitive shit superman was saying but the sheer notion she was a clone was enough to FOECE her into a life she dosent want...
Oh hell no
So when the JL and clones in the background came up to tell her that they decided to give her a chance at "redemption"
She looked then in the eyes, smiled a too sharp smile said
:no
Then she screamed
PAPA
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The next thing anyone knowes is the watchtower is in an unknown location with a person that looked scarily similar to the unknown clone
And then he said
WHY DO YOU HAVE MY DAUGHTER
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the-witch-of-one-piece · 11 months
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Teaching Them Spanish 18+ Ft: Baji, Hakkai, Hanma, Rindou, and Ran WC:900 part 2 TW; Swearing in Spanish, humor (unedited) A/N: Hello babes! I decided to do something more on the fun side! Teaching some lucky men Spanish part 1! Please understand there are different dialects and meanings for some of the words used. This is what I grew up knowing and learning as a kid! For example, since I'm Mexican concha means shell in Spanish for me and I have a friend who is from Argentina concha means p**** in Spanish to her. Hope you enjoy! (@sashi-ya and I had a long convo about this lol)
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Hanma
From the start, it was a bad idea to teach him any bad words in Spanish. The man literally memorized every single word and used them on a daily basis. He would say it at the most random places as well. Getting an iced coffee at one of your favorite spots as your order was ready. Hanma grabbed both drinks “Thanks puto.” he spoke nonchalantly with a smile. You looked at your boyfriend squinting your eyes at him. The barista didn’t know what he said but just smiled and waved us goodbye. 
“You cannot keep saying it like that!” you scolded him.
“Come on babe like they really know what puto means,” he smirked while taking a drink of his coffee, his hand draping around your shoulder. “Bet you anything if I say it to a random person right now they will not know what it means. Wanna see?”
“No-no I believe you.” letting a low chuckle out knowing how gutsy he already was. “I wish you picked up on the sweet things I taught you rather than the bad ones.”
Even though he loved saying the bad words he did learn the phrase just for you  “Eres el amor de mi vida (You are the love of my life),” The way he rolled his r’s so perfectly made your heart drop the scarlet color dusting your cheeks. 
Baji 
 “Leave them alone pinche baboso!” Hearing your long-haired boyfriend's voice raise louder. It startled you a bit to hear the aggressive tone he used.  A person who seemed to not get the hint to leave you. They seemed to finally get the hint and walk off. His eyes followed the person until they were out of his sight letting out an annoyed sigh. His hand was still holding onto yours. 
Your other hand begins to rub his forearm. “you okay??” Looking up at him. 
He looked down at you as his stern look lessened “Yeah…” he noticed the smile on your face “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“We need to practice your pronunciation a bit more. But you used the terms correctly.” You spoke chirpily 
Raising his brow  “stop acting like a teacher! I said it perfectly.” 
“You had the sas which was great but Pinche we need to work on you have to let it come down deeeeep from your soul when you say it.” You said smiling. Letting go of your hand he began to walk off “Babe wait!” You took off chasing him. 
Hakkai
He wanted to learn for you. Bless his soul it took him son to ask you. Every day like a clock work you sat down with him. He didn’t know how to even have the words come out of his mouth. The phrase was very simple to say.  “Don’t be shy babe.” both of your hands were resting on your cheeks giving him a sweet smile.
‘They cannot look at me this cute and ask me to do this.’ he thought to himself. The blush dusted his cheeks. “I-I can’t.” his hands began to rub his face Reaching for his hands bringing them down from his face. “You got this, don't second guess yourself.” sweetly speaking to him. Swallowing the hard lump in the back of his throat “¿Me regalas un beso? (can you give me a kiss?)” 
“Sí” leaning over pressing your lips lightly against trembling lips. “You wanna learn another one?” you looked at him, he was still a bit shocked. You think you might have made your boyfriend pass out with his eyes open.
Rindou
“I would use this phrase a lot.” He looked at you “teach me it.” “I told you I didn’t wanna teach you the bad words. And all I’ve been teaching you is the bad phrases.” you pouted. Rin was so persistent in learning the phrases he wanted to know... You wanted to teach him Spanish but each time he asked it was the bad ones. 
“Come on, just let me know what it is, can't you see I want to learn.” Rin’s violet eyes looking at you. 
Being the sucker you are just the simple look at you with his violet eyes you couldn’t help but give into him “que chingados( what the fuck)” crossing your arms and sighing. “que chingados.” he repeated it a few times, getting the feel and the tone he should use with it.
“Okay stop saying it, you don’t need to say it right now.”  
“¿Por qué?” he smirked.
Ran 
“Mi Amor~~~” Ran loved the phrases he was a natural at learning the new language. Literally felt like you were dating a telenovela actor. It all started when you were actually watching a telenovela. He wanted to know what was going on and he didn’t want to read the subtitles. You were putty in his hands, his hands wrapping around your waist.  Your hands resting against his chest. “Sí mi Rey~~(yes my king)”  you cooed. He loved hearing you speak to him in Spanish. “God I love how you say that. Me gusta mucho (i like it a lot)”  
“ I know you do. Are you ready to watch the rest of the show?” asking him,  your fingers running through his hair.
“ I was thinking about having our own little romantico moment right now.” looking at your lips then back at your eyes the corner of his lip slightly curled up.
“If yall going to act like cochinos close the door.” Rin  was walking past the open door.
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lesbianslvt666 · 9 months
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Hi, how are you?
can u imagine the reader is ellie's girlfriend and one day she goes on the reader's instagram and sees a guy sending nasty messages to the reader and it makes her angry, something like ellie texts the guy threatening him and then she argues with the reader for not telling her about it and that ends up with ellie fucking the reader hard, but being cute in the end? ty 😘
Hello love 💕
Not proofread lol
Cw: smut, mean!Ellie, kinda sub!Reader i guess, slaps, fingering (R! Receiving), kinda denigration, squirting, over stimulation. Rushed ending. Idk what else lol
Ellie and you trusted each other so much.
You where the one with the idea of having both face id’s on your phones, so when you where doing something else Ellie could look for a song or do whatever.
And now was very handy. Ellie was bored out of her mind, you had offered to cook something fast to watch a movie and her phone was dead.
She unlocked it and went straight to instagram, she loved watching your pics and you had the most random explore page.
It wasn’t a secrete that you had too many unread messages, i mean, look at you! Pretty and talented, a lot of randoms followed you there either for your fashion or your looks or to watch you paint or to hear snippets of your songs.
Ellie thought it was a good laugh to go thorough your your requests, people where shameless sometimes, sometimes funny, and other times like right now, where just so nasty.
The ugliest dude with only one misogynistic meme on his page. The messages started as “flirtatious” (dry and awkward) but as time went by the messages got more and more aggressive and sexually suggestive.
Her blood was boiling, her free hand was scrunching the duvet with so much force that her finger where burning.
Without a second thought she started to type, every word more aggressive than the last one, she typed the last words fast and sent it, she left you phone down, face red, her anger was blinding her.
You entered the room with two plates of food.
“Babe, ya’ wanna help me with the drinks? Couldn’t bring them and-“ your word cut off by her scoff, your eyes traveling to her.
“Whats wrong Ells?” Your words careful after leaving the plates down.
“Angel, you remember when i told you that if anyone ever even dared looking at you the wrong way you were to tell me? Like right away?” Her hand traveling all the was up caressing from you hand up you arm to your face.
She places a stray hair behind your pretty ear. “Yes baby” your voice small, her face changed. “You don’t have anything to tell me?” Her middle and thumb fingers grabbed you harshly.
Moving your face to her liking, looking at you in a way that kinda scared you, however that only made your wetness pool on you panties.
“No baby, i promise” her eyes went dark, blown pupils, her lust mixing with anger. “You slutty lair” her mouth attacking yours with hunger.
She was feeling every part of you and you let her, although your confusion was fighting for dominance against your lust.
“Wait baby, what- ahhh- what why… mmmhhh” you couldn’t speak correctly, her mouth leaving marks on your neck and her hands squeezing your ass harshly was enough to make you delirious.
“There’s” a slap on your eyes made you squeeze your cunt on nothing, eyes closing shut. “A stupid bitch” another slap. “on your request” and she took this time to manhandle you to the bed.
she sat without a word and bed you over her lap. “His messages are very disgusting angel” slap. “Why didn’t you told me?” Her hands massaging your ass to let you speak.
“I just.. umm.. i dint wanted to ummmhaaaaa.. worry you baby!” After every word you spoke her hand traveled further in between your legs.
“It was nothing… mmmmhhaaaa!” Her hand slapped your cunt when you said that, anger filling her again.
“Nothing?” Her face coming close to your face. “Can i take this off princess?” Her fingers hooking up at the waist band of your butty shorts. “Yes, Ellie yessss please, touch me, do anything!”
She took it, taking down your shorts and panties.
Soaked pussy glistening with your milky essence.
She licked her lips while moving her fingers up and down, the stimulation too much.
She inserted two fingers out of nowhere, the pain mixing with delicious pleasure.
“Fuck baby, yes, like that…” your voice just above a whisper. Her hand moving in and out of your pussy so hard your juices where dripping down yours and her leg. You couldn’t take it any longer.
She stopped all movements, carrying you to the bed, taking off your shirt and hers, she knew how much you liked seeing her boobs bounce when she fucked you.
“You better tell me, this shit, even if its not important okay bitch?” Her hand glistening with your cum massaging your boobs, pinching hard and without a care, your body squirming at the feeling, and after all the juices where clean on your tits, she moved to your neck, pressing your wind pipe softly, loving how your mouth opened and your eyes rolled back in bliss.
And thats how she fucked you for the past hour, fingers in and out through your squirts and highs, aiming for over stimulation, and when you simply couldn’t take it any more. She stopped.
She knew your body like the palm of her hand and she know she was overstepping her boundaries. Even if you loved it.
She knew you’ll be sore in the morning and she didnt wanted you to feel uncomfortable.
She give your clit a sweet kiss, going all the way up to your face, she kiss all over, both giggling at her sweet change.
“I love you baby, i just don’t want anyone to make you feel bad or anything” she was a bit awkward, feelings weren’t an easy thing for her.
She took a soft towel that she bought especially for this cause she thought “the normal towels could be too rough on your pretty skin”, wet it a bit and came back to clean you.
She tossed the towel back to the bathroom and took both plates, both of you now under the covers and cuddling on the bed, she pressed play on the Lorax and you laughed at that.
“I love you Ellie” you said looking up at her.
“I love you more baby” she said kissing you on the forehead.
“Fuck i forgot the drinks” she said followed by a groan.
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Hope you liked this baby 💋🫶
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lowaltitude · 1 year
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Passive | Billy Hargrove
— Stranger Things
— Part One. Part Two. Part Three.
— x Reader (Y/N)
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❪ FEM! ❫ ❪ prompt: ‘ “don’t you know who i am?” “yup. i just don’t care” ’ ❫
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𖥻 Billy Hargrove x FEM!reader, in which William “Billy” Hargrove is pushed to his limit by some girl he just met in his Biology class.
𖥻 OR in which Billy‘s charming act doesn’t fool you in the slightest.
𖥻 No connection to Stranger Things series timeline. 2.4k words
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I tapped my foot impatiently, staring at clock just wanting the day to end. It felt like every second took 100 seconds.
After contemplating skipping this class today but deciding to come I was now regretting it. All I’d done was have to sit and look infront if me at Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagen being the most obnoxious couple ever.
“Tommy will be with Nick, Daisy with Richard, Carol with Fred—“ Mrs Green’s rambling about our class pairings was cut off when the bell finally sounded. Everyone rushing to get out of their seats and go home, or to wherever they had plans to be. “Oh. And Billy your partner will be Y/N”
Perfect. I inwardly groaned. Not only did I despise partnered work, but I was with the biggest douche in the school. Mr Popular, the ladies man himself. Billy Hargrove.
I looked at Billy, watching him light a cigarette between his teeth and walk out the door without a care in the world, and I felt like slamming my head against the desk.
“Mrs Green?” I sighed, approaching her desk “Can I work alone? Or at least with someone else”
“Pairs are final, you get a new partner next semester”
I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and tell her about the things I’d heard he’d done, the way he treated people. He was constantly angry! Perpetually unsatisfied! He was just an ass! He wasn’t even passive aggressive like most of the mean people here, he was just aggressive aggressive.
“Fuck” I muttered, earning a pointed glare from the woman. Tugging my bag over my shoulder and trudging into the halls.
As I made my way out to the bus stop I spotted Billy leaned against his car, a young girl skating up and climbing into the passenger seat. He waits a moment before climbing in and speeding away from the school zone.
Another reason I knew Billy was ‘the worst’? He lived a few houses away from me, and almost every night I was woken up by him coming home at some ungodly hour with his music playing at full volume and the engine of his muscle car revving.
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I kept my headphones on the next morning, resting my elbow on the table and holing my face up as I stared out the window and contemplated why my family had to decide to live here of all places.
People hollered as Billy walked in, giving him high fives and pats on the back. Presumably for his latest ‘conquest’. Mrs Green directing him away from the empty seat next to Tommy H and towards me in the back row. And, unfortunately, he obliged.
“Hey” He smirked, nodding his head at me and giving me a once over. Ignoring him, I kept my attention on the window hoping he would think I just hadn’t heard him.
“Alright!” Mrs Green said, and I reluctantly took off my headphones, ignoring Billy’s raised eyebrow. “First group to correctly identify all the cells under a microscope will not be receiving homework tonight. You and your partner must work together to complete the list.”
Rolling my eyes, I grab one of the samples in front of me and put it under the microscope.
“Hey” Billy repeats suddenly.
“Hello” I keep my eyes on the work in front of me. Billy doesn’t seem pleased that I wasn’t staring at him in awe, he scoffs and moves closer to the table in his chair. Grabbing the microscope, he looks at the sample and furrows his eyebrows.
“What the fuck is that?”
After he moves away I pull it back to me, looking at it for a few seconds and grabbing my pen. “It’s Prophase. The first stage of mitosis” He looks at me, confusion evident on his face “The topic we’ve been working on for almost 2 months.”
“What are you listening to?” He tries to reach past me to grab my cassette player but I put a hand up to stop him, switching out the sample and looking in the microscope again.
“Fourth phase” I mumble, looking at my paper and keeping my other hand up as I write “Anaphase”
Billy doesn’t move, he just stares at me with one arm reached out, my hand blocking it, and his mouth ajar before slowly pulling his arm back.
“Metaphase” I smile, looking at the last sample, I raise my hand, Mrs Green walking over to Billy and I as I slide my open notebook to him.
“Yes?” She asks cautiously
“We’re done” I turn to Billy, gesturing with my head towards the notes.
“Uh” He looks down at it “1 was Prophase, 2 Anaphase, and 3 Metaphase.”
Mrs Green smiles and gives us a nod, pulling away the tray of samples “Nice work, I knew you would be a good pair.”
I exhale out my nose sharply, taking my book from Billy and putting my headphones back on as I look out the window again. But just as I press play on my tape, Billy leans over and pushes stop.
“Don’t you know who I am?” Does he know who he is? Despite what he might think he’s not some celebrity, he’s not Rob Lowe or John Stamos, he’s some boy that moved to a middle of nowhere town from California and thinks he can take over because women think he’s attractive.
“Yup.” I nod, putting my finger on play again “I just don’t care”
Thankfully the bell rang and I managed to rush out into the hall before meeting his infamous ‘wrath’. I wasn’t afraid of him, but I also didn’t really handle being yelled at very well.
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“You don’t care?” Billy’s voice in my ear makes me practically jump out of my skin. I hadn’t seen him all day and he decided to startle me as I walked out of the school.
“Oh my god” I put one hand to my chest “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“If you’re trying to get my attention, congratulations, you did it.”
“What? You’re so full of yourself, I do not give a shit about you or anyone else in this godforsaken town” Spinning on my heels, I turn away from him and start towards the bus.
I hear Billy groan as he jogs to catch up with me, his hands buried in his jean pockets. “Yeah, sure. I believe you” His voice is drenched with sarcasm. “I’m in a charitable mood, i’ll throw you a bone, you’re not exactly below my standards.”
“That’s disgusting” Ew. I shuddered at the thought.
I pick up speed, Billy stopping as he seems to realise i’m not joking. He stands there until i’ve taken my seat on the bus and I see him quirk his head to the side slightly before turning to walk to his car as I pull my headphones on again.
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Thankfully I didn’t have Biology the next day, and I thought I had managed to escape Billy’s sights until I found him talking to some girl right next to my locker. Leaned against my locker actually.
“Move” I huff, not in the mood to even pretend to care about seeming polite.
The girl glares at me, tossing her hair over her shoulder as Billy rolls his eyes and slides slightly to the side off of my locker. He growls when I aggressively pull my door open, hitting him in the arm.
As I shut my locker door and turn to leave the school, Billy shakes off the girl and jogs after me. “Let me drive you home, sweetheart”
“I’m sorry— Do you not know my name?”
“Of course I do” He scoffs, and I stop walking tapping my foot and folding my arms across my chest as I wait. “It’s…”
Unsurprising. “Goodbye” Billy touches his palm to the small of my back and I tense, trying to shake him off. “Stop touching me”
“Never heard that before” He mutters, putting his hand back into his jacket pocket and stopping, leaned against the school door.
“You should get used to it, because girls aren’t always going to throw themselves at you. They’re going to realise that you are a self centred idiot who’ doesn’t respect anyone, and that they deserve so much better.”
Billy only smirked as I stood their, pointing my finger at him.
“What?!” I almost shout
“Sure you don’t want that ride home?” Raising an eyebrow at him, he begins to spin his keys around his finger. I look behind me, groaning as the bus pulls away.
Begrudgingly, I stomp away from Billy and head in the direction of his stupid car. Actually, I liked his car it was really pretty. But it was stupid because it was impossibly loud.
He walked alongside me, content with my annoyance. The young red head girl leaned against the passenger side looked over her shoulder at us, sighing and moving the seat so she could sit in the back.
“No, it’s okay.” I smile at her, putting my hand in her shoulder before I duck into the back seat. Both her and Billy stare at me like i’d lost my mind.
“Get in the car” Billy huffs at the girl, presumably his sister. She takes her seat and he starts there car, I repeatedly catch her trying to look at me in the mirrors. “Where’s your house?”
“Are you serious?” The girl laughs
“Shut up” Billy spits back, and I’m tempted to kick the back of his seat as hard as I can.
She sinks in her seat slightly, her voice going a little quiet as she looks down and spins a wheel on her skateboard. “She lives next to us”
Billy smacks his lips and nods, tapping his hands on the sterling wheel and I lean forward, peering between the gap in the seats to look at the girl.
“I really don’t want to be here, don’t worry” She raises an eyebrow at me “I like your sneakers”
“Oh. Thank you…?”
“Y/N” I smile. Billy snaps his fingers, as if he had triumphed in finding out my name, and I roll my eyes. “That’s him learning my name.”
A small smile plays across her lips “I’m Max”
Nodding, I move back and look out the window, Billy brings his hand up turning up the stereo and I glance at him as I recognise the song. Great, now I have to hate this band because he liked them.
He pulls into the driveway and Max climbs out, moving the seat for me and I thank her, throwing my bag over my shoulder and starting to walk away from their house.
“Aren’t you coming in?” Billy calls after me, folding his arms and leaning in the roof of his car.
“What part of ‘I DONT LIKE YOU’ wasn’t clear?”
“Can I drive you to school tomorrow?”
“No!”
Max grabs her things and goes inside, leaving Billy watching me as I walk down three houses and straight in my front door. I can see him lighting as cigarette as I get to my bedroom and close the curtains.
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“Why do you hate me?” Billy asks, his voice low as he puts a hand by my head, practically pinning me against my locker
“Go away”
“Answer.”
“Because you’re rude, and arrogant, and I saw the way you talk to Max. You’re inconsiderate and treat women like they’re made to serve you.”
“Is that it?”
Furrowing my brows I scoff at him “You keep forcing me to be around you when I clearly don’t want to, you—“
I’m cut off when Billy decides to press his finger to the wrinkle between my eyebrows. It’s as if he had pressed a mute button because I try to continue but nothing comes out.
“I’m going to make you like me” He licks his lips, smiling as he meets my eyes “You’re going to beg for my attention”
“It seems like I already have it” I smack his hand away, but he just puts it on the other side of my head, caging me in against my locker.
“Y/N” Billy says breathlessly, and I’m almost taken back by how much softer his voice is than normal.
Realising that I was just having positive thoughts about Billy Hargrove, I shake my head and use my strength to push him back slightly. “We’re late for class”
He chuckles, but follows me towards biology. Sitting at he table and waiting, drumming his fingers on the desk. What the fuck.
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Billy was, once again, leaned at my locker at the end of the day. Girls flocking to him like he was free chocolate. As I closed my locker he waved his hands and the girls, who seemingly had extremely low self respect, did as he wished and scurried away.
“Hey” He smiled, walking along side me “Can I take you home?”
“No, thanks”
“Come on, it’ll be fun”
“I think i’d have at least the tiniest bit of respect for you if you understood what ‘no’ meant.”
“Oh sweetheart, you never take no for answer when you want something this badly”
I made a fake gagging sound and Billy rolled his eyes, grabbing my hand and planting his feet. “Let go”
“Don’t get on the bus”
“Billy.” I glare, pulling my hand out of his grip. It wasn’t even that tight it was just strange.
“Say my name like that again, I like it” I turn back to the bus and Billy sighs, jogging so he can walk backwards in front of me. “Let me drive you. Please”
Had he just actually said ‘please’ or was I delusional? I don’t know what Billy’s angle was, but I wasn’t going to fall for it.
“If you’re trying to prove a point to someone just lie and tell them whatever it is you need to say”
“What?” He stops walking and I almost run into him.
“You know, the fucking cliche. Popular hot jock gets dared by his asshole friends to make an advance on some loser. Tell them whatever you want”
“Y/N, my friends don’t even know you exist.” He holds in his laughter “I just need to make you like me for my own personal gain. Plus, then you’ll beg me to forgive all the times you berated me”
Tucking my lips into a line I stare at him, trying to see if he was telling the truth or not. Accepting his response, I turn in the direction of his car and smiling when I spot Max approaching it.
“You really think i’m hot?” Billy whispers
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to be continued…?
— now read billy’s retelling here!
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Hello and welcome to Day 18 of "Let's Explore My Plot Bunnies"
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Happy Valentine's Day to everyone who celebrates it!
Just to be on theme with the day I am (briefly) stepping out of my downward spiral of zany MHA crossovers to talk about a little idea I had last month.
This is a SVSSS fic that takes place in the first decade after the Qing generation took over as Peak Lords, and the end game pairing will be LiuJiu.
This plot bunny doesn't have a title yet, so any suggestions are welcome.
Synopsis:
Liu Mingyan knew she should have kept her mouth shut.
This was supposed to be just another ordinary day where she (and her parents) were subjected to her older brother's rant about his fellow Peak Lord, Shen Qingqiu. Just more hours of Liu Qingge's raging about how 'Shen Qingqiu is so shameless' and how 'Shen Qingqiu is a cheater'. (At this point, her own mother heard more about the Qing Jing Peak Lord's affairs than her own son's - Liu Mingyan doesn't know if she should laugh or despair for her brother's remaining intelligence at that fact)
Just because her brother's ability to sit still and read a book is next to non-existent does not mean Liu Mingyan's is the same. Liu Mingyan is a cultured young maiden. She read books. All of her readings point out that her older brother's behavior towards the Qing Jing Peak Lord is the only thing shameless in their interactions.
Constantly challenging Shen Qingqiu to fights; yelling at him to get his attention; talking only about the Qing Jing Peak Lord whenever her older brother gets to visit home and always complaining about his behavior to their parents - all of these actions would paint Liu Qingge as an unsatisfied and abandoned wife rather than the Bai Zhan War God he is revered as. And, her brother is not even married to Lord Shen Qingqiu - a fact that is, in reality, the most shameless thing about her brother's behavior.
And Liu Mingyan cannot help but agree with what the books tell her. Her older brother's behavior is not that of somebody who hates the person they slander. If Mingyan remembers correctly, the books said this behavior is common with potential couples - "aggressive sexual frustration" was the terminology used, she remembers.
And yet, Mingyan can not find fault in Lord Shen Qingqiu's rejection and/or lack of interest in her brother. After all, her brother is an idiot. Lord Shen must be some kind of saint to be able to stand in the same room, breathe the same air, and even talk with her walking disaster of a brother after all the hurtful words he was given.
The worst part of this is that her brother remains painfully ignorant to the fact that he is very much head over hills in love with a person that Mingyan knows deserves far better than her idiotic brother.
So, really, Mingyan should have kept her mouth shut. And yet, her patience hit the wall months ago and she cannot stand to hear one more slander towards (the saint) Shen Qingqiu. Her mouth opens without her own will and utters the words that make Liu Qingge choke.
"Gege, you speak a lot about Lord Shen Qingqiu. Have you ever considered you fell in love with him?"
Liu Mingyan feels like she might end up hating her big mouth after this, but the sight of her older brother's reddening face is quite the spectacle for her to enjoy. (And it makes for good future blackmail material, too)
This fic shall feature:
Liu Mingyan - the cultured young maiden who should not have read the books she did, nor jumped at the conclusions she did. (and yet, we, the readers, still encourage her endeavors)
Liu Qingge - the closeted gay who just realized (read: self-manipulated himself into thinking) he is in love with the person he hates the most. He also has like 3 crises: 1. His "Gay Awakening" Crisis; 2. His "I am in love with SHEN QINGQIU" crisis; 3. His "I made my crush hate me" crisis (unsurprisingly all of them are about Shen Qingqiu)
Shen Qingqiu - the most normal person here (trauma aside) and the one that is the most bewildered by this development. Someone save his poor braincells for they can't keep up with Liu Qingge's 180 change in personality.
Liu Mingyan and Liu Qingge's parents - who are just glad that 1. their son will stop acting like a neglected wife and 2. their son will not end up dying alone like the idiot they know he is (they already have made plans for Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu's wedding)
So what do you think? Good? Bad? Let me know!
Honestly, this idea just started with a headcanon of cat!Liu Qingge, who brings all the prey to Shen Qingqiu just to prove he can provide for him. From there it grew into Liu Mingyan being so done with her brother's pinning ass but is not going to say something because her brother is not worthy of Shen Qingqiu until he grovels - she also agrees with her books, a good grovel is necessary and her brother is still an idiot so (the saint) Lord Shen Qingqiu mustn't be bothered by the likes of him. And then it settled at making Liu Mingyan the unwilling wing-woman of her brother's (awful) romance. I quite enjoyed this plot bunny, so there is a chance I might actually write it someday.
Hope you had a great day/night and that you take care of yourselves!
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It Loves Within (a review of goodbyes, gratitude, and gay screaming)
i read somewhere that an aspect of the horror genre is pain. and if you're a fan of the it lives anthology, pain is inevitable.
the pain of choosing who has to take jane's place, a game that (doesn't) end(s) in sacrifice, betrayal, and anguish. the pain of losing one's parents, finding family anew (in both blood and found) - only to potentially lose it all.
the pain of an impossible choice: do you end this, once and for all, to save everyone - only to never see them again when you finally return home? do you remain in this world, with gaping wounds patched by temporary bandages, for the life you've never thought you had the chance to live? or do you try try try to bridge it all together, pushing for a world full of potential, a reality still out of reach, but still worth fighting for all the same?
every ending of It Lives Within is tragic in its own way, a bittersweet balm to the trauma-filled fuckaganza of a journey of these characters we know and love.
i'm never going to stop saying thank you to everyone at the @itlivesproject team for making the choice to create and collaborate on this masterpiece. the pain of pixelberry cancelling sequels (er, trilogies) broke my heart, but this fan game is more than a dream come true.
(the rest of this is kind of a rambling review under the cut)
looking back, i'm actually glad that they cancelled it - because i wouldn't trade every second i played ILW for anything. (and my girlfriend knows i've spent numerous all-nighters just playing and/or talking about ILW <3. i tell my therapist it started with abel's first diamond scene--and okay getting side-tracked).
first off, i want to mention all the variants. the It Lives series were unique and notorious for having different branches and endings that carried through to the next book, something which isn't very common in mobile visual novels. since ILW had not one, but two books to reference... hoo boy. coding, writing, making art + sprites for, testing, editing, and hell even just thinking of the different variables and how they impact a third book is such a herculean feat and i applaud everyone on the team for all the blood, sweat, and tears poured into this endeavor.
the gameplay itself was super fun!! i think it hit the right balance of action with timed choices and puzzles (i now want my own crown paperweight), implementing that Nerve Score system that the It Lives series is known for. not only did one have to keep in mind their Nerve, but also their choices between Blood and Shadow that would seal the fate of everyone in this Pixelberry Cinematic Universe (hello, horror Julian HSSgame). it was fun as fuck, i really liked and appreciate the decision of 3 different main endings <3
because the plot was a downright banger. every twist and turn had me on the edge of my seat and frantically screenshotting everything (somehow i've gotten to 20k screenshots, but at least 98% is ILW. the other 2% are random crap and also Choices, lol). it was cool to theorize and guess correctly on some things and still be utterly shocked at the brilliant execution. i can't list every single thing that made me gasp, but the crumbs of foreshadowing are incredible. not just saying this as a tester, but the replay value is nuts. (also the different personalites of sarcastic, genuine, and aggressive are so good).
having character relationships as a core stat was also an organic, lovely choice. i adore how everyone started off at various points (joss at 0 and amalia at 75 iirc?) and could develop differently and sometimes independently of nerve (abel being easy to befriend but having tough nerve to raise because he's going through Some Shit, while jocelyn was more closed off yet had easier nerve to raise). it really colors the ways the main 4 interact with rowan, and i love how even the romance variants played a part in it. from jealousy-laden glances to the famed Union Walk Out, this game was a breath of fresh air to the usual 'i accidentally have 1 flirt point with this LI and somehow they're in love with me' vibe of current mobile VNs. (mattyass is an outlier and doesn't count <3)
speaking of characters!! holy shit they slayed and served, giving closure to our favs from the first book and then some (being pro connor green wasn't in my 2023 bingo card, but it happened! i like that funky lil dude), giving the cast of the second book vital yet natural roles, while letting the new cast shine in their own right.
the It Lives cast is vastly beloved for a reason, and the ILP Team not only nailed every single one of the canon characters, but they breathed new life into them (literally in the case of RF!noah/devon). i'm beyond words to express how amazing it was to not only have my blorbos back, but to be able to see a beautiful devonoah romance and flirt with dan pierce after years of pining and get married to andy kang?!?! the gift just keeps on giving. (i'm just biased in mentioning them because devon, noah, andy, and dan are my ILITW biasline but i'm so happy to have seen stacy, lucas, ava, lily again <3333)
i also adore the ILB crew to bits!! i had the impression they were barely gonna be featured (and valid), but the way the showed up!! the way harper was important and could kick ass while injured??? slay.
and the way everyone interacted in ch19 was some avengers assemble beautiful dream. i don't think i'll ever be that happy again in my life, fr <33
and onto the stars of the show...
it's been an honor to spend time with each and every one of the main crew. jocelyn was someone i was hyped to see, ever since her cameo in the ILB end credits scene. redemption arcs are tricky and while i admittedly felt the initial trepidation... the execution of her development blew me away. it is fantastic and realistic (getting to encourage her to be better or to leave her alone was also a cool mechanic. i love how it's in firm yet empathic encouragement that she works to better herself.). she grew into such a fierce, gruff protector with a heart of gold and fists of fury. i love her so much. her nightmare sequence facing her shadow past self is one of my favorite's. arcs of self-forgiveness vs self-flagellation hit hard, and it moves me to tears to see how far joss has come <33 her route having either a slow burn vibe or a fwb tinge was also an excellent choice !! i enjoyed fwb route (she's so sweet and considerate, putting a blanket over us with a frown lmao) and i can't want to replay for sb + to write fics with her <3
now onto lincoln, my fav mlm cowboy son. i was initially jealous because i thought my girlfriend would be into him + i thought abel and he were exes, but i came around in ch13, iirc. i connect with his arc of wanting to prove your worth to your parents very painfully, and it means a lot to see him know that others' approval will never define him. i'm also happy to see him process his pain and give others a chance - give himself a chance to apologize and let abel in again. he's also fun to torture write for in fics, and somehow he's soulmates with my most complex ILW MC, wan, despite me son-zoning him real bad, so that's just amazing characterization. excited to write more <3
amalia my beloved <33 the brains, brawn, beauty of rowan's rogue monster hunting operations. i love her and her route so much. childhood best friends to lovers always slaps (i mean, cmon thats most of the ILITW ships), and the way it was executed for amalia is chef's kiss. the angst of your best friend not being the person you thought they were was an excellent spin on the trope. but the love she has for you and the love you have for her is something all on your own?? perfection <33 also her dreams of wanting to make a difference, especially what happened with her family is a very relevant experience today, are so inspiring <3 i'm so excited to replay her route with a different mc and also to write her as well <3
AIJDBFHDFJDOK abel aifhsohifOSDHDSIGH okay that's it.
JK abel, my love, my light, my stars. professor dorklord. the reason i've changed my url after these long years. i love him and his sexy sweater vest of sin so much. my favorite scene of all time is when pretending to have a lover's spat with abel in amalia's university AISHFIOG. he's funny, sweet, and charming. i'd listen to his nerdy rambles all night long - and yes, partially an innuendo, and partially that i like nerds who ramble about things. i love how he can be too rational (yet always with a heart <3) yet also so selfless, and i love how he can choose himself and his happiness at the end instead of living with ghosts <3 i love you abel, baby, i'm coming back for youuu in every route, in every wip <3
to ro, my trans-coded, queer-coded power entity <3 i was so happy that MC had powers (not from a suit we had to spend diamonds on), and wow they executed this trope so well. rowan is so well written with 3 different personality types, it's wonderful. y'know, i used to make MCs for every choices book (until i got lazy lol) and i can't believe i have at least 4 MCs again <3 the creativity this game sparks in me i swear to the power. i'll see you soon: ronaldo, genuinely sweet and genuinely terrifying baby boy. wan, my sweet snarky selfless drag queen. amor, you tough dorky tcg-playing sweetheart. reg my flirty failgirl (gender neutral), beanie baby charmer.
shoutout to daddy mattyass for being the GOAT choices antagonist/secret LI. you know i have so much to say about him, but it's almost 2 am and also 90% of my ilw meta is about him anyways <3 love to hate him, hate to love him!! he lives rent free in my mind <33 (but fr, such a compelling character and no one else would've been as satisfying to deal with in the finale. i miss the king of delusion pathetic meow meow <3)
also loving luis, sunny, elena, jessica, milf mayor green, babygirl adrian kim, girlboss marianthe. every npc, every pixel and line of code and text and just everything, every thread that makes up the tapestry of this beautiful, priceless experience.
it lives on, it loves on.
pain is inevitable. it hurts because it's over, it hurts because i love this game with every fibre of my being... but love doesn't really die, does it? it lives on in a different form. the game will always be there. if anything, the fandom is alive with the love that's put into the project, the love that reaches us no matter where we are - even from the fictional town of Westchester to the Power dimension and beyond.
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Yes hello hi this isn't Endyboys Content but I was suddenly hit with the idea of Joerassic Bark being a safe area for a Werewolf!Ren when he turns because Joe builds him a special place for when he's having a Bad Night but there's also the rest of the dogs for the months when the lycan fury just isn't there and he's just a big ol' puppy and can just chill with the other doggos
i think this goes to show how behind i am on requests jkhfds this is set in S7.
but enjoy a ficlet of joe investigating the mysterious wolf at his sanctuary.
Joe clocks the new wolf in the sanctuary immediately. Well, as immediate as one's first visit in the dead of night can be. To begin with, the wolf is uniquely colored brown like soul soil instead of the white of bones. Secondly, the wolf is about twice the size of the usual wolves Joe houses. But they still run around under the moonlight like all the other wolves - playing and rolling in the dirt - so Joe assumes nothing of it.
The wolf is gone by morning, leaving nothing but oversized pawprints.
Interesting.
It's not that he keeps an eye out for the misplaced wolf, but it's not that he doesn't, either. His focus is centred on other parts of the server, and he trusts the wolves to be self-sufficient enough not to worry about them. But he makes it a habit to drop in each night, watching his wolves laze around and gnaw at the bones, just in case. He is, after all, the dog catcher of the server. And that was a very big dog.
The next time he sees the wolf is another moonlit night.
They're bowing to one of Joe's wolves, tail wagging so fast it could blow away a redstone trail. The pair jump around, chasing each other between the ribs with echoing barks. Joe settles beside one of the pumpkins, pulling out his notepad. The scrape of his quill fills the night air beneath the yaps and howls.
Wolf is brown (does not appear to be dirt)
Wolf is larger than average
Full moon?
Very playful
No aggression towards other wolves
Between one stroke of ink to the next, the wolf has vanished. Joe looks up to see the brightening sky heralding the morning. He yawns, rubbing through his hair. At least he has a few leads to follow.
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The next few days are filled with a lot of reading. Firstly, he looks into different variations of wolves. He manages to find information about modified wolves but no information about wolves like this existing in an unaltered world.
Which leads to his second investigation: the moon cycle. It doesn't take long for him to dig up a lunar calendar, tracing back to the night he first saw the wolf. If he's done his homework correctly, he believes it must have been another full moon night.
When the wolf appears for the third full moon in a row, that confirms it. Whatever Joe's dealing with appears to be a werewolf. Which means, unless somebody has snuck onto the server, he's looking at one of his fellow hermits. That certainly complicates a things a bit.
He considers messaging Xisuma, but the admin would be the last to know of a werewolf in their midst. And he has his doubts that the werewolf is open about it if Joe hasn't heard nothing. But the mystery wolf is clearly finding some comfort in Joe's sanctuary. Joe's research changes course, notes piling up.
Enjoy ample space for running about (sanctuary already works for this)
Packmates (seems to bond well with other wolves)
Source of food (Can leave some meat nearby next full moon. Do werewolves prefer raw or cooked? Wolves eat either)
Enrichment (toys seem to be the obvious answer here)
Somewhere safe and comfortable for difficult transformations
The last point is the one Joe has trouble with.
Nowhere seems to detail what a difficult transformation entails, only that they exist. He searches, failing to find accounts from other werewolves. And it's not like he can talk to the alleged hermit about it. So, Joe finds himself falling back into more human instincts.
He renovates one of the kennels, making it larger and spreading a soft carpet across half the floor. He fills the space with comfortable pillows and blankets, even makes sure there's a water source accessible! Then, he attaches gate. A werewolf should be strong enough to open it, whilst an ordinary wolf would struggle. After all, what does Joe want when he's sick but somewhere comfortable, where his needs are met and he has privacy?
Now he simply has to wait.
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The werewolf appears during the next full moon, tail wagging. It doesn't take long for them to spot the meat Joe left out (on a surface higher than the normal wolves can reach, otherwise it wouldn't last more than a few minutes.) The wolf tilts their head, tail raised. When they look around, Joe doesn't bother to hide. He just raises a hand when those bright blue eyes land on him. The wolf stays frozen for a long few seconds. Then, they grab a steak off the top and trot back over to the other wolves. Joe lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
He doesn't try to approach - not after that reaction. His curiousity can be set aside out of respect for his fellow hermits. So, Joe simply observes. And he continues to do so each full moon. He builds more equipment for the wolf to play with (being purposefully vague to Cleo when he asks for ideas), marks full moons on his calendar, makes frequent trips to collect whatever meat he can get his hands on.
It becomes a routine, one he enjoys. He stays up late to watch the werewolf play under the moonlight. The wolves themselves seem excited for the visit too; expectantly looking off into the distance as the full moon rises into the sky. Joe sleeps half of the next day and always (miraculously) wakes up feeling rested.
But, as with most routines, there comes a time where it gets interrupted.
The werewolf is late one full moon. Joe's wolves seem anxious, pacing the perimeter of the sanctuary, eeriely quiet. It unsettles Joe in the same way watching Cleo detach an arm does. He knows, logically, the werewolf is not his responsibility. And if he's correct, that the werewolf is one of the hermits, then that is still one of his friends.
Joe frowns, but he wouldn't know where to start looking. So, for now, he sits by the pumpkin he always does and tries not to fall asleep.
He would've thought the effort would be in vain without anything to watch (and he's fallen asleep with the entertainment of the werewolf a few times even still) but the anxiety in the air renders any attempt impossible. Perhaps it's like babies, and Joe finds it difficult to sleep with his wolves' distressed whines. It's a worthwhile hypothesis, if he finds time he could research that further. Either way, it means when the werewolf arrives, Joe is still awake.
Despite having no visible injuries, the wolf appears worse for wear. They move sluggishly, low on their front legs. Their paws are more dragged across the ground than lifted. When one of Joe's wolves approaches, the werewolf bears their teeth, ears flattened and tail between their legs. Joe likes to think he's become pretty knowledgeable about wolf behaviour and this wolf does not look happy. Joe taps his foot. He folds and unfolds his hands. And then he sighs, finally standing up.
The werewolf stumbles back, claws scraping the ground as Joe approaches. He holds his hands up, gently urging one of the wolves coming to investigate away.
"I'm not here to hurt you," Joe starts, and promptly realises he has no idea what to say. "I noticed you appear off-colour tonight, and as a patron of this fine sanctuary, I wanted you to know there's a comfortable kennel where the other wolves can't bother you that has your name on it." He pauses. "Not literally, of course. Unless you would like me to place a sign saying 'that big brown wolf'?" The werewolf doesn't move, blue eyes watching Joe warily. He's fairly certain he isn't breathing at all, if the tight, building pain in his lungs is any indication and he should do that, actually-
The werewolf takes an unsteady, lumbering step forward and it's about then Joe realises the wolf is about as tall as his torso. And that jaw could definitely fit around his arm.
The werewolf waits, watching. Oh.
"Right! After me, then."
To his relief, the werewolf follows him. The other wolves keep their distance as Joe leads them to the kennels; the one he set up. It hasn't been used until now, Joe flicking open the gate. The werewolf pads in, sniffing around the blankets.
"You should be able to open this gate yourself when you want," Joe tells them. "There's a water source there, I can bring the food over and-" The wolf cuts him off by flopping heavily into the pillows, nudging at the blanket as they get comfortable. Joe watches in awed silence until his brain finishes rebooting. "Right, I'll bring the food over and leave you alone for the night!"
When he returns, the werewolf has curled up comfortably amongst the pillows and blankets, nose facing the water source. Though their muscles are still tense, they seems far more relaxed than when they arrived at Joe's sanctuary. Joe slides the plate stacked with meat across, trying not to flinch when the wolf lurches forward to grab one.
"And I will leave you be!" Joe announces quickly. "I'll be nearby so you can-" He's interrupted by a whine. Joe frowns, squinting at the wolf. "I'm afraid I don't understand." They rub at the floor, staring at him. "Do you need anything? I have food, there's water here, I-" Joe yelps as the wolf reaches forward and... Very delicately grabs the fabric of Joe's jeans. They tug Joe closer.
Joe rests his chin on his hand.
"You want me to stay here with you?" He finally guesses. The wolf nods, releasing Joe for a little yap. That's... Okay. If this is a fellow hermit, Joe doubts they'll want to hurt him. If they aren't, he's sure he can deal with that after a very painful respawn.
He sits gingerly on the ground, trying not to invade too much of the wolf's space. A tricky job, it turns out, even with the increased kennel size. It seems his efforts are in vain when the wolf rolls over, wrapping themselves around Joe until they can stick their head in his lap.
"Oh," Joe whispers. His fingers stroke through the silky fur. "Oh. Alright."
They settle down together, curling close. Joe continues to pet the wolf's head, sighing. Despite his many nights spent awake, Joe finds it's a lot harder when a large animal is breathing slowly beside him. Joe sighs, sinking into the fur.
He wakes up blearily, feeling the ground beneath him shift. Something licks his head, Joe opening his eyes a crack at the sound of the gate opening. The shadow of the wolf blocks the doorway, the sky just beginning to brighten. Joe hums, curls back up, and returns to sleep.
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Joe rushes downstairs at the sound of a knock. He shoves several stacks of wood into his inventory, trying to brush through his hair. He swings the door open, plastering on a big smile.
"Ren!" He greets. "What can I do for you on this fine day?" Ren manages a smile more fake looking than Joe's, rocking back and forth on his feet.
"I, uh," he ruffles the back of his hair, sending some of the strands loose. "Man, this is harder than I thought it would be."
Joe has no idea what this Ren might be referring to, but he offers an encouraging, "It's alright, take your time!" Ren bounces on his toes, taking a deep breath.
"I wanted to thank you for your help, uh, last night?" Last night... Oh!
"You're the werewolf!" Joe declares, before realising that's maybe not something he should say in such a surprised tone. Ren blinks, before he breaks into another nervous smile.
"Yeah, that'll be me." Ren laughs, ducking his head. It's more nervousness than Joe thinks he's ever seen on the man. Werewolf. Do werewolf still identify as men or do they- "I'm- I guess I should-"
"I'm not going to judge you for what you do and don't tell us," Joe interrupts, before Ren can apologise for something he doesn't need to. "I'm glad my sanctuary is serving its purpose." Ren's smile looks a bit more confident this time.
"I appreciate it. Truly." Ren tilts his head. "It was a... Pretty rough transformation last night. I wasn't sure if I'd even make it to your place, dude. And then it was just..." Ren sighs with quiet relief. "You really know how to make a diggity dog feel special."
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"Good!" Joe claps his hands together. "Because I did a lot of research, but I couldn't find many first hand accounts, and secondary sources are always less reliable."
Ren laughs. For the first time, Joe notices the sharp canines hidden in his smile.
When Joe sees Ren, dog ears proudly on display, he smiles, and asks where Ren got his hair cut.
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was rewatching 7x19 empty places and that scene where they throw buffy out of her own house makes me SO MAD (spike is totally right, they are sad sad ungrateful traitors) but with keeping some of the less-than-stellar writing choices of s7 in mind i can see where it came from.... for most of the characters
the potentials: are scared, are dying, don’t have superpowers. they nearly died again and have connected more with faith then buffy so i can understand them questioning buffy’s leadership. unfortunately they all conveniently forget that the only reason any of them are alive is because buffy took them in and protected them, let them stay in her house & eat her food (but the way kennedy and rona are written here is very ungrateful and aggressive - hello writers, why did you have to write the only woc in the room as the “bad guys”??)
xander: literally just went through an incredibly traumatising, painful and life altering experience in a battle that was led by buffy. so i think he gets a pass here. also he has often disagreed with buffy (usually relating to spike or angel) but definitely disagreed with her last time there was an awful publicly-gang-up-on-buffy in her living room in ‘dead man’s party’ so it’s actually pretty in character
giles: as much as i love giles in seasons 1-5 (with all his flaws and complications) the way he’s written in s6-7 is so inconsistent and ooc. i think spike hit the nail on the head with the fact that giles is feeling “outdone” and unneeded by buffy, so him being fine with taking away her leadership sucks (and s1-5 giles wouldn’t stand for it) but the way he’s written here... it makes sense. 
faith: doesn’t outright challenge buffy’s leadership, but does step up and question what’s happening which... is honestly pretty fair. she is a slayer too. she’s actually the slayer rn. but buffy not trusting faith is also pretty fair (although after willow... a little inconsistent). faith went evil and then mia so next in line or not buffy had to pick up her slack. there was always going to be tension between two slayers with leading, i feel like faith was quite calm and strategic here. she also specifically says she doesn’t want to be leader but no one listens to her 
anya: was dissapointed with anya here - her speech doesn’t even make sense. but given that buffy (correctly) tried to kill her when she was a vengeance demon, it’s easy to see that anya would be a little vengeful. there’s hints of this throughout the season, but post-ep5 they don’t really let anya be anything more than comic relief, which is a shame because if there was more build up (and a speech that made sense) i could really see why she’d oppose buffy here
robin wood: buffy literally said she’d kill him if he went after spike again. complicated because spike one of the team’s best fighters who they’ll need, and someone buffy cares about, but to wood spike’s just the vamp that killed his mom. so i get where he’s coming from. he’s also very chill in this scene. 
the two characters who i just can’t understand here are: 
willow: huh? what? “With everything that’s happened I… I’m worried about your judgement.” willow you turned evil and tried to kill all your friends and destroy the world. and buffy didn’t give up on you! you literally have no right to question other people’s judgements??? 
could’ve made more sense if they’d kept up this thread from ‘selfless’ - ‘I’m really sorry for letting you down / So I can’t do everything- but I should at least be able to do something. / But you need help, Buffy. I know you, and I know you’ll never admit it, but you need help.’ If Willow was coming from a place of concern for Buffy I could get it. Or if they’d built up Willow’s relationship with Faith, the similarities in their arcs, and Buffy’s distrust of Faith could put doubt in Willow’s view of her relationship with Buffy. but they didn’t. so it’s very left field for willow to suddenly not support buffy. 
and of course... 
dawn!!!! 
dawn what are you doing????? 
“Then you can’t stay here. Buffy, I love you. But you were right, we have to be together in this. You can’t be a part of it. So I need you to leave. I’m sorry. This is my house too.”
i?????
i will never understand this. i know a lot of people hate dawn - but i actually love her! i think she’s a great character!! sure she has her moments, but she’s been through a lot of trauma and the writing gets iffy with other characters throughout the seasons too. but i just don’t understand dawn here. 
she has not always had buffy’s back - because dawn’s a teenager and she didn’t always understand what was going on. but dawn knows exactly what’s going on here?? 
this is the sister who defied everyone and refused to let dawn die - and sacrificed herself instead. the sister who came back from the dead and had to put herself back together one piece at a time. the sister who had to smile through her grief and take on a shitty job so that she could be dawn’s guardian and pay the bills. like the last big buffy-dawn moment was in ‘him’ when buffy fought through the love spell and once again risked her own life and saved dawn’s
so dawn betraying buffy here comes out of nowhere! 
when i saw this for the first time and everyone was on buffy, and dawn finally stood up, i was so relieved. i thought someone would finally be on buffy’s side. for dawn to kick buffy out of their house is even more extreme then the others wanting faith to lead. i just don’t get it. it feels very ooc and is never resolved. 
so i’m just going to pretend that instead of andrew going with spike - dawn is the one who goes with him!
that honestly makes sense. buffy would want dawn away from danger, she trusts dawn with spike. also then we would get dawn-and-spike scenes!! because i love their relationship! and s7 ruined and then forgot about it!! so they can make up and reconnect. 
and then dawn wouldn’t be there for the coup. because if a well-written dawn was there when everyone betrayed buffy, she would’ve been throwing hands and following her sister out the door. also with willow her not supporting buffy is either properly built up, or she is the only one to support buffy and is outvoted. and i can see andrew just not saying anything because (despite being a murderer) he’s kind of nonconfrontational lmao
so then when spike and dawn get back to the house, they can both be shocked and outraged. and then either spike can leave dawn there (because someone with sense needs to be around to defeat the apocalypse) or dawn comes with him to find buffy and we get some quality buffy-dawn-spike in their own weird little family unit moments. dawn could even leave the room for spike to give buffy his big speech in private. 
but dawn would never betray her sister. 
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hi!! can i request platonic! venti and scaramouche and romantic! ei comforting their best friend/girlfriend headcanons? have a nice day!
Hello! and… YEAAAAH WOMAN!!! Anyways… I apologize for the wait but, I hope you enjoy!
P.s you didn’t specify what type so I did scenario. 
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Prompt: they comfort their lover T-T
Charecters: Venti(platonic), scaramouche(platonic), Ei/Raiden Shogun.
Type: scenario, fluff, slight angst?
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Venti (platonic)
Venti and you had been close friends for the longest  of times now. Your presence always gave Venti so much Joy and he was proud to be your friend. That’s why when he came across you whilst you were sobbing your soul out he immediately began to panic. He could only watch for a few seconds before running to meet your side. “What happened are you alright, (Reader)?” Venti’s body was overloaded with so many emotions but, the most prominent being concern. 
You let out a sniffle before reassuring your he terrified bard that it was no big deal. Venti’s nerves calmed just enough to give you a stern demanding look. “Obviously something’s up.” Venti placed his hands on top of your own and gave a gentle squeeze. “It’s understandable I want to know my my best friend in crying so much.”
You explained through sniffles and  hiccups the reason you were crying. Venti listened attentively while smiling sadly.  His eyebrows furrowed as you concluded your teary explanation. Venti only pulled you into a tight hug. He patted your head and whispered reassuring words softly into your ear. 
“How about we go drink your woes away?” Venti giggled as you burried your head into venti’s shoulder. “Drinking won’t solve all of our problems..”  you mumbled into venti’s shirt. “Awww… I better win friend of the year for this.” You smiled at Venti’s words. 
Scaramouche (platonic)
It was a battle to become friends with scaramouche a battle you won by a close margin. After a long time of interacting with him he finally began to give less rude comments and hatful glares towards you. So when scaramouche walked into the room you were crying in he tried to tune out your cries at the beginning. 
He couldn’t handle it for long so he approached your kneeling form and scowled. “You look pathetic.” He automatically felt guilty after you began to sob harder due to his words. His lips curled downward from his usual proud smirk. He finally crouched down to get a view of your face just to see tears streaming down your cheeks.
  “Do I need to beat the life out of random people or are you going to tell me who I have to torture?” You let out a tiny laugh except Scaramouche was completely serious. Scaramouche movements were awkward he gave you an aggressive pat on the back. He had no clue how to comfort you. “Do you want me to get that Tartaglia to kill someone?” 
He  only scoffed at your display of emotion. “It’s alright Scara, I appreciate the effort although.” Your crises began to lesson and scaramouches taunting smile returned. 
Ei/Raiden Shogun
Ei had been out for business all morning and you had not had the most fantastic day. Ei rushed into the room as soon as she heard your sorrowful sobs. “Dear , what’s wrong?” She gently pulled you chin so that she could study your face.
She frowned at the sight of flushed cheeks and tears filling your eyes. “What happend.” It wasn’t a question it was a demand. Ei listened while you explained the situation. Ei looked sad as you began to cry once again. She wrapped her arms around you awkwardly and held you close. 
“I just hope I’m doing this correctly.” She sighed. She allowed too to continue to cry . You sat there encased in her arms until your heart calmed.  Once your crying silenced is when Ei began to reassure you. Not only that she whispered praises in your ear aswell. “ I love you so much, please don’t cry anymore.” 
She was clearly clueless and uncomfortable on comforting you. “Would you like me get you (insert favorite food)?” You gently shook you head for ‘no.’ “I just want to stay with you, we can get food later.” Ei gave you a hesitant pat on the back.  
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genderqueerdykes · 1 year
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Hello, I was wondering if I capfuls get few words of encouragement? Lately I’ve been struggling with wether or not I want to go on T or get top surgery. It took me a really long time to realize I’m trans mainly because I’m somewhat comfortable with presenting fem and am into “girly” things. I just really hate having to go through the world being constantly misgendered and for people on the outside to only ever see me as a girl. Even friends I’ve come out to slip up and use they/them pronouns with me even though I only use he/him because they have trouble actually seeing me as a man. I’m also frustrated because I actually DO want to start t for the bottom growth and facial hair, but I’m a singer and I’m terrified of my singing voice changing. No other side effect really bothers me except that one and honestly it would be really cool if my speaking voice was deeper since I have an extremely high pitched voice. Anyways all of these things have been causing me pretty bad dysphoria lately. I really appreciate your blog. Going through it and reading all of the asks from different queer people expressing their own struggles and experiences has helped me feel less alone.
i'm really glad to hear you feel less alone in your experience!
i really get what you're saying. getting misgendered all the time is so painful, especially if you're a fem trans man. it took me years to come back to being feminine, i had to transition socially so hard that i became "just some guy" and i really couldn't stand it because sure, i was passing as a guy, but i wasn't me.
it's hard to be a feminine trans man in the climate we live in currently, it's okay to be a "girly" dude, even if you're trans. i also understand not wanting your singing voice to change, i've gotten a lot of asks from trans guys about singing voice changes and it's important to a lot of us, myself included! i think you will be able to adapt to the changes in your voice, for a lot of trans men, the changes aren't so drastic that they can't find a familiar footing. it'll be okay, if you choose to take that route
i'm sorry that not being seen as who you are by other people is so damn hard, it really makes it so hard to want to even try to be yourself, because it's such a fight. the right people will see you for who you are. the right people will call you the right name and pronouns, no matter how you dress, look or act. the right people will love you for who you are, not who they want you to be.
i hope you're able to find a place where you can feel a bit less defeated. i get where you're at. i hope you're able to take some time to be a guy in your personal spare time away from judging eyes and just enjoy who you are. even if you have to go out of your way to aggressively gender yourself correctly, do it. if you have to look in the mirror and say "wow, what a handsome boy!", do it. if you have to make an account for a website under a new name and just be someone else, do it. whatever you have to do to feel like yourself. learn to love yourself first. learn to be comfortable being yourself for YOU first. then learn how to be yourself for other people
take care, i hope you're able to work through things. i know what it's like, if you need any more help feel free to come back! we're cheering for you =)
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boysbellyrubs · 2 years
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hello! could you write your male character of your choosing got sick on the way home after he decide to go home because he felt sick (from school/work/event) then he called caretaker to help him went home? thank you 😊
an amazing prompt anon, thank you so much lol. incorporated something I wanted to do myself hehe
this story hits a little close to home, me and Lincoln suffering with the curse of chronic headaches. however, I very much like this fic, I hope ya'll do too :)
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Lincoln knew today was going to be bad when he felt the early signs of a migraine as soon as he opened his eyes. Prone to getting headaches, he brushed it off and continued with his day. He had an important lab to go to and he really didn’t want to miss it, so he ate breakfast, drank an entire bottle of water and had two paracetamol. 
In all fairness, it probably didn’t help in the long run. Migraines could never be quelled no matter how hard he tried. 
But, he powered on and found his way to his lab at exactly 2pm and sat in his usual spot at the back of the class. The overhead lights did not help at all, the pounding in his head seemed to triple as soon as the tutor came in with her squeaky, enthusiastic voice. 
Only 3 more hours to go.
He resigned himself to listen and not move his eyes. It seemed to help, instead of glancing up and down from his lab notes he kept his head firmly in place. He almost felt like falling asleep. The first ten minutes were just listening to what they were going to do today, and it was also the time where Lincoln questioned why the fuck he chose biology as his major. 
When the practical side came, he stalled moving for a good minute. Thankfully, in second year they sat on individual tables and worked on their own experiments so he could be as slow as he liked. He knew his headache would get worse, there was no denying it, especially when the full bottle of water sloshed dangerously inside him. 
Getting started, he slowly got his station ready and began the experiment. Honestly, it could have been worse. He was just thankful that they weren’t dissecting anything today. He got through his work without issue, the tutor came over once to make sure he was doing it correctly, and he couldn’t wait to sit down and write up his results. 
Normally, he would have fucking hated that, but all he wanted was to sit and stop the room spinning so much. When he finally did sit, the magnitude of his headache caught up to him. All that moving and working had his mind occupied, but now that he sat he realised he had been frowning the whole time and worsened his headache unintentionally. 
He stifled a groan, instead putting his hand on his head and squeezing. Normally that helped, but he was a lost cause it seemed as all it did was make the pain worse. He blew out a breath, why today of all days did this have to happen. 
He ignored the pain and got to writing. He was glad that he didn’t have to use his laptop, he didn’t think he would have been able to handle that. The lights were bad enough, he swore he could hear the fucking LEDs sizzling away in their little casings, making his day ten times worse. 
Cursing at Thomas Edison, he got through the slog of writing. The final sentence, he felt his hand shaking and his stomach beginning to swirl. The migraine was ripping its way through his skull, filling every crack and causing pain to spill out his eyes. He rubbed them aggressively, and kept his hand locked on his face, relishing in the darkness. 
With no other external factors, the pain amplified. He didn’t want to look up, or walk home, or even get up from his seat. No matter how many times he would get a headache, he never had any way to deal with the pain even a little. 
With a sigh, he dragged his hand heavily down his face and looked at the clock. 20 minutes. He didn’t even know how he had done 2 and a half hours already, but he was thankful. All he needed to do was clean up and hand in his work. Shouldn’t be too bad. 
Although, when he stood, the room spun once again and he quickly grabbed on to his desk. Trickles of searing pain rippled through his eyes, forehead, and neck. His stomach churned, angrily grumbled once and he suddenly felt how sick he actually was. How in the world he was going to get home was beyond him. 
“Hey, are you alright?” Great, now everyone was probably looking at him. He tried to open his eyes and raise his head, but he couldn’t. Stumbling backwards, he thankfully collapsed into his chair and let the world reset. 
Two strong hands landed on his shoulders, “Young man, are you okay?” Now that he was sitting, he could decipher whose voice it was and his tutor came to mind. 
“Migraine.” His voice was croaky and shaky. God, he hoped there was no one looking. He just wanted to go home. 
Her hands kept him grounded. He opened his eyes slightly, and her face melted with relief, “Alright. How about you get yourself home and get some rest. I’ll clean up here.” She smiled and he didn’t hate her as much anymore. He nodded and pushed himself up so slowly he felt elderly.  
He somehow managed to make his way to his locker outside, collect his phone, jacket and bag and exit the building. He wished he had brought sunglasses or something, he could barely see. He knew his way home, but he was really debating calling Caine to come get him. He was the one with the licence. 
He tried to at least get to a spot where Caine could get him, but even that was awful. The migraine was rendering him absolutely deaf and blind, and the swirling of his thoughts combined with the swirling of his stomach acids was making him weak. He felt light as a feather yet heavy as a fucking boulder. The spikes of pain felt like knives digging into his temples, and his eye sockets ached and he wondered if ripping his eyes out would hurt less than this. 
He tried putting one foot in front of the other, feeling drunk and trying to walk in a straight line for a cop. Lincoln shielded his eyes and looked up. The path looked like it did when it was 30 degrees, mirages coloured his vision. He frowned, this had never happened before. 
Standing still was his downfall. The world tilted sharply and he fell to one side, he didn’t fall but he did come dangerously close to face planting into a lightpost. His stomach sloshed as he stumbled and he groaned, one hand coming to cradle his head and stomach. 
The more he stood there, the worse he felt. His condition just got worse and worse until he turned to lean on the pole, sighing as he turned away from the sun. He took zero notice of the people around him, this was the worst migraine he had ever had. He clutched his head, shut his eyes and groaned. 
The pressure however, sent up huge waves of nausea. His belly gurgled and he stopped every movement. No way was he going to throw up in public. Business men will be leaving work at this hour, university students will be going home, after school sports would be wrapping up. Overall, he was going to be seen by anyone and everyone. 
Pressure built in his head, like it was coming over a mountain. It reached the peak and as it went down, it brought nausea and everything he had eaten that day in one foul swoop. 
His stomach was gurgling, he had his hand clasped tightly over his mouth and he was gagging with every breath. His lips stayed tightly sealed. His stomach was making the same noises as when you shook a hot water bottle, squelching and tossing, and he was losing the battle. His mouth opened slightly and a gross sounding heave left his mouth before he quickly slapped both hands over it to stop the inevitable. 
His belly churned once more brutally and he couldn’t hold it back. He heard the rumbling of vomit gurgle up his oesophagus and he burped up a wave of thick puke that splattered the footpath. He doubled over, hands now dripping with sick and heaved up another round. His head swam, the migraine coming back in full force and he stumbled over to the grass. 
Collapsing on to his knees, no longer caring about anyone around him and spat the saliva dangling from his lips. He groaned once, tried to breathe but was interrupted with yet another strong gag, gurgling and ripping up his throat and chunks of his undigested lunch fell to the ground. He wiped his soiled hands on the grass, and clutched his head. 
The sunlight killed, the spots dancing in front of his eyes were making him panic, and the pounding of his heartbeat beating in his ears in time with the pain of headache was unbearable. He needed to call Caine. He burped again, this one not bringing up any vomit and his stomach sent out one last gurgle before the nausea dissipated. He sighed, sniffled and sat back on his heels. 
What a fucking ordeal that was.
His bag was hanging off his shoulder so he grabbed his phone from the side pocket. With shaky hands, he scrolled to Caine’s contact. Sniffling once, cleared his throat and cradled his still pounding head. 
“Yo! Where are you dude?” Caine’s voice was so fucking loud. 
He winced, “Migraine. Can you come get me?” He knew he didn’t sound very coherent, but the pain was too much. 
“Oh, shit. Where are you, man?” Lincoln heard the clink of his car keys in the background. 
Lincoln realised he had no idea where he was. He avoided looking at his vomit and tried to take in his surroundings. There were people, but none even glanced in his direction. Glad to know people will help others in need. 
By some miracle, he realised he was near the library. Hopefully Caine could find him with that small amount of knowledge. Telling Caine in a small voice, he hung up the phone and sagged into himself. The pain was excruciating, but at least his stomach was better. Always, once he threw up from a migraine, he would be able to sleep. 
He waited on the grass, not caring what he looked like and heard rather than saw Caine’s car pull up next to him. He was too busy counting the blades of grass to distract himself to notice. 
For a second time that day, hands gripped his shoulders and helped him up. Caine said nothing about the vomit, or the fact he was still covered in it, and helped him into the car. Lincoln fell into his seat, shut his eyes, and let his exhaustion take him to sleep. 
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talisidekick · 1 year
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hello! admittedly, I don't know a lot about you or your presence on Tumblr. I briefly saw a post of yours-- as well as an unfathomably large group of angry people-- and just wanted to leave a little something. Again, I don't know a lot about the situation, but from my gut feeling, I just want to tell you that things are gonna be alright (and you'll be alright too!)
People are unnecessarily cruel and aggressive in a day and age where compassion and altruism are needed most. The world will seemingly forever be a good and bad place, because the morality of the world is determined solely by its people, and people rarely change. There are good people and there are bad people. Sometimes it may seem like there are far more bad people than good, but goodness always impacts more intensely than malice ever could.
At my deepest core, I firmly believe in one small group of beliefs. As long as a person does not harm themselves or anyone else, they should always be allowed to do as they please (in other words, not jeopardizing their own happiness + safety or anyone elses). Furthermore, it is the foundation of one's life to aid others, and in turn they will then receive aid from others. In an ideal world of selflessness and kindness there would be no tragedy. Everyone would have someone looking out for them.
Of course, not everyone will follow those beliefs. Truthfully, I doubt the world would ever reach a place where all people followed those beliefs. However, we can only control ourselves, no one else. Even if everyone else wrongs you, as long as you act with love and kindness you can exist knowing you did the right thing, and you will find peace with yourself.
Wow, I said a lot more than I intended lmao, but I hope it still kinda makes sense?? Maybe?
I just want you to know that people suck and people are unnecessarily malicious, it cannot be denied, however, I hope you remember that there will always be people looking out for you (even just random people like me!)
You have every right to live life any way you wish when you inflict no harm upon yourself or others. Identity especially is such a crucial concept for a person to truly understand and appreciate, and you are the only person who can mold, shape, or modify your identity.
Live your life the way you want to. Even if everyone else in the world has a problem with it, they really just have a problem with themselves. Regardless of opinion or facts or faith, people should always choose to act out of love and kindness. If they cannot do that, then you truly should not let them get to you. Their objections are absolutely meaningless.
I don't know you and you don't know me, but I hope you have a good day/night and you continue to have good days/nights :)
It's always gonna be okay <3 you of all people know if you're on the right track and doing the right thing. If you believe you are, then don't let anyone deter you!
They're getting mad at me because I wear cat ears. Lol.
To summarize:
The cat ears costed less than $5 Canadian at Walmart
I was gifted them in September 2022 by my spouse
I wore them to work because I forgot to take them off
I got a lot of positive comments from people
I decided to make it part of my regular outfit
It brings joy and smiles to random strangers
It helps me stand out in a crowd so my spouse and friends can find me if I get lost (I have ADHD and I can get distracted and absorbed and wander off)
I posted an event that happened to me where an ally help alleviate my dysphoria at a doctors office via gendering me correctly when the receptionist wouldn't - and this involved talking to her child who was enamored with my cat ears
This makes transphobes unreasonably angry and they simply must share this with me while being as intentionally angry, mean, and hurtful as possible
Thanks for your ask, it was touching, and affirming. I'm aiming to harm no one, simply live my life in peace. Since there are many out there being denied what I have, and many lies being spread, I'm being somewhat public to fight against the lies, conjecture, and propaganda. A lot of this anger towards me stems from the fact that I, amongst others, keep speaking up so those that would see us criminalized or erased from the public eye can't say what cruel things they wish to say without opposition. Those wishing for our erasure don't want me to speak up, and I simply won't let them threaten, badger, or bully me into silence. Thus, because they hate the cat ears so much and choose to make it such a huge deal:
~♪♥♫~ I bought more for my headphones ~♪♥♫~
And I plan to wear them both with pride.
Trans rights are human rights.
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Its my first time on tumblr!
So uhm I have no idea what I'm doing and I hope I'm doing this correctly? - but could you do Teru with a cynophobic (cynophobia:fear of dogs ) reader? I'm really scared of dogs and get panic attacks if one runs after me so I would like to read this as a source of comfort, if it makes sense?
You can ignore if you want to, have a great day/night bye!
Teru with a s/o who has cynophobia (fear of dogs)❣︎
Warnings: mention of dogs-??
A/n: Hello and welcome to tumblr!!
I love dogs and they are actually one of my favorite animals, especially huskies!! I love huskies so much!!
I have no right to judge you, especially since I’m a bit scared of farm animals hehe…
Anyways!! I hope this brings you comfort just like you wanted!!<33
Have a great day or night!!
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- Now, Teru isn’t really a dog person to begin with
- He much prefers cats than dogs, finding cats easier to manage then a dog
- He does like dogs but he doesn’t prefer them
- When he finds out about your fear of dogs, he will try and keep you away from dogs as much as possible
- However, I don’t think he will really know how much anxiety you get until you actually see a dog
- Once he sees you crying from seeing a dog is when his protective mode kicks in big time
- He will quickly take you away from the dog as fast as he can, quickly getting you out of the situation
- If a off leash dog is running towards you he would try and lead it another direction, calling it towards him instead of you
- He isn’t afraid of going up to a dog and stopping it from getting closer to you
- I can see animals liking him so the dog will just calmly sit with him until the owner puts it back on a leash
- However, this is what he will do with nice dogs
- If a off leash dog acts aggressive towards you, he would kick it
- He would also scold the owners and tell them to have more control of their dog if he’s aggressive
- He wouldn’t want you getting hurt
- If you start crying, he will quickly comfort you
- He will take you to a place where no dogs are, whispering to you that you are safe and that he is there for you
- He will try and distract your mind, having you get focused onto something else so he can properly talk to you
- Once you stop crying, he will cup your cheeks and kiss you softly
- He will give you affection and keep you close to him until he knows you are 100% okay
- He doesn’t want you to be in a stressful situation like that
- he will cover your eyes whenever he sees a dog
- You two will be walking down the street and he will just cover your eyes, not wanting you to know that there is a dog nearby
- when you ask why he covers you eyes he will give you a dumb excuse or say its a game
- He will even kiss you just to distract you, letting the dog walk further ahead so you two are nowhere near it
- If you ever decide you want to try and overcome your fear, he will be right by your side
- He will definitely want you to be careful as you do this
- He doesn’t want you to have a panic attack again, it kills him when he sees you cry
- He will try to be as supportive as he can but it takes a lot out of him not to defend you from a dog and let you overcome this fear
- He would do anything in his power to keep you away from dogs, he doesn’t want you to be scared
Tagging~ @stuckindreamland06 @kisses-inthe-summer-rain @sleepless-simp @bladethrowsshade
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300iqprower · 2 years
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Hello, me again! This ask is perhaps a bit more...confrontational, for lack of a better word, but not really out of genuine aggression, more curiosity. I remember at some point - a couple months back by now probably - you mentioned in a post that the Riastrad was "infinitely more important aspect of Cú's legend than Gae Bolg" and I'm curious as to how you came to that conclusion. More distinctive? Oh definetly, no other hero really comes as jam-packed with as much body horror as he does. But more important...that's another story entirely, imo.
The Warp Spasm appears in two major episodes off of the top of my head - The Boyhood Deeds, where we get a teaser of what it's like before Conchobar gets Cú Chulainn to chill out, and The Sixfold Slaughter, the apperence of the Riastrad everyone knows (avenging the Boy Troop). That's only equal to the two instances Gae Bolg is most frequently brought up with regards to (the killings of Connla and Ferdiad) and Gae Bolg was additionally used to kill Loch during an encounter that's overshadowed by the fact that it's when Cú Chulainn was dealing with The Morrigan and it also ties back to his time in Dun Scaith.
Not only does Gae Bolg just...show up more, it's got more representation across what most people consider the important beats of his story, really only missing out on taking part in His Birth (which the Riastrad also misses out on), Boyhood Deeds (which the Riastrad does show up in), and his death (which the Riastrad is also absent from if my memory serves me correctly).
Equally so given that I don't think the Riastrad doesn't serve a symbolic purpose as well as Gae Bolg either. It's an ability Cú Chulainn is practically ashamed of in-myth, with an entire segment in the Tain being given to Cú dressing up all fancy so people forget about last night's body horror. And there's plenty of symbolic opportunity in that, but it just doesn't feel like it fills the role as well as Gae Bolg does. The Riastrad only encompasses the violence. The Gae Bolg, being a weapon that he actively chooses to use in spite of the fact that it seemingly on brings tragedy whenever he uses it, carries a lot more symbolic weight in relation to his own story - embodying both the violence and his choice to continue on this road.
The Riastrad is an incredibly distinctive ability, I'm not trying to argue against that, and I do think that it's odd we've never gotten a true Berserker alt of Cú, but saying it's a more *important* aspect of the legends than Gae Bolg feels a little bit like a stretch to me (you could argue its even bumped down to 3rd place, with "dying on the rock" being placed above due to how frequently its depicted and the meaning often instilled in it/how its associated with him, but it'd feel disingenuous to count that since this question is mainly focused around "Noble Phantasmable" aspects, more or less).
Thank you for putting up with this ask that is far, far too long for its own good, I hope I didn't sound too rude, and I hope you have a great day.
Honestly yeah you got it out the gate. Misspeak I suppose, what I meant by "important" is basically the same way you use distinctive here. Gae Bolg is unquestionably more present but to me the Riastrad is more...what's the word- inseparable, that's it. There's tons of magic spears and "sure-kill" weapons in myths but the Riastrad is something vastly more unique and identifiable by comparison - that's what I meant by "important" to the myth of Cu Chulainn.
I also certainly can't speak as well on the overarching deeper themes of the story as you clearly can, so yes TLDR you're right "more important" was the wrong choice of words there and the rest I unchallengingly agree with.
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faelanvance · 1 year
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16 and 21 for the writing asks
Hello <3
16. Have you ever made any major changes to any of you OCs? Which and why?
Each character goes through various stages of alterations before/during the drafting stages but they were major with my most favourite oc. I love all of my characters, granted, but Mávrik is absolutely my favourite of all.
Mávrik was the initial main POV character for a far more light-hearted weird western, in it's bare bone days, before it got an overhaul that deepened it immensely.
He was still a dwarf, and a twin, but his appearance and attitude was vastly different. He was actually a fairly decent, heart-of-gold type, whereas now, he's a violent outlaw and soon-to-be druglord with a surly, bitter temperament.
He was also white, and blonde, and sort of Clint Eastwood-esque. Now, he's not white, and not blonde. What was Mavric Lawson, a shady but good guy, became Mávrik Lírshijo, a totally not good guy - but made all the better for it.
The biggest changes were in his personality and mannerisms, Mávrik went from a charming, laid-back man, to an aggressive, blunt, charmless one (all the of the charm ended up with his twin, Eskvár) but it made so much more sense after exploring and solidifying the dynamic between Mávrik and his brother. Which deserves a post all of it's own, tbh.
Mávrik changed from a fairly shallow, comical character, to an endlessly tragic, terrible, sometimes terrifying and compelling main character of The Last Wild Place.
I could honestly go on forever about how many changes that story went through to get to the place it is now, a place I am really proud of.
Oh, and here's Mávrik. Art by Rooku.
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21. Have you thrown any writing rules that everybody follows out of the window?
I don't think there's a single rule, beyond spelling correctly, that I've not thrown out the window at one point or another, haha.
@author-a-holmes and I always say that writing rules are like pirate code:
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Typically, I tend to bend the rules most when something sounds good when read aloud. I don't know why it's such an important thing for me, for my prose to read with rhythm, or sound good, but I may disregard some of the guidelines here and there to account for it. :)
Thank you so much for the questions <3
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softlyjiminieee · 2 years
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day 1: meeting me.
hello ! honestly, I have no idea what the actual hell I'm doing, but I thought it would be fun to start a blog or a place to question existence. To start off easily, I'd like to explain that I've been an army for about a few years and still forever will be on-going. I'd say I've stuck around for 5-7 years if I could remember correctly.
To be honest, 8 year old me was a strange individual and I wouldn't wanna look back now that I think about it, but I'd gladly like to thank a few people for how horrendous I was.
The years have been amazing with them, and I'm very excited for our "Chapter two" ! (it started off with me falling out my seat a couple times, but nobody warned me... so.. smh)
anyways.... (._. > )
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let me break some stuff down with 10 things for short:
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one: i love jimin and jungkook. (I'm not sure if this will be a focused page though, I'm still thinking about it. It might be for all of them, I have no idea... yet.)
two: I'm a very hyper and aggressive short 5,4 teenager, so a lot of stuff I say doesn't exactly make sense and probably never will.
three: I question way too much. (that's half of the reason I came over here...)
four: I'm mainly a person that isn't very active, so grab me quickly before I fall asleep.
five: I love mysteries and finding out the cause and effect of things.
six: I have an obsession with photography and art. Always have.
seven: I love /almost/ every genre of music. (keyword: almost)
eight: I'm currently in the process of learning korean culture and also the language, so don't count me on things that I can't exactly understand fully :,) ♡
nine: I have a short tolerance for ignorance. ♡ (relates to another topic as well... ha... good lord.)
ten: I have other socials. I don't use half of them, but if you're curious, just ask me.
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