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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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fashion major!kevin

ANYWAY THERE WAS LIKE ONE PERSON WHO CALLED FOR A FASHION MAJOR KEVIN SPINOFF OF THE COLLEGE MODEL JUYEON AU I JUST POSTED (linked below) anyway! hope you enjoy, please reblog if you did, and check out my other dumb overly long blurbs in the stream of idiocy tag on my blog <3

pairing: kevin x gender neutral!reader

wc: 2.5k

genre: fluff, university!au

triggers: cursing

college model!juyeon

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kevin moon is known on campus for two things: 1. his bright personality literally everyone loves him and if you don’t you’re jealous of him like sorry not sorry i don’t make the rules you know i’m right and 2. his.... unorthodox fashion sense. like eric thought his snake patterned shit was weird as hell?? but there are weirder things in kevin’s closet i swear to you. anyway this unorthodox style is what got him accepted into the fashion program at the university and even though there are a few assholes who stick their noses up at kevin’s work the vast majority of people are cool w his outfits even if they personally wouldn’t wear them and kevin is v well-liked in his major and on campus in general bc he knows everyone and is nice and polite and really a v cool person to be around when he’s not being a fucking idiot

and on campus there are fashion shows a few times every semester to show off the fashion majors’ work, and let’s just say that this university if p well know for its fashion major so some famous people sometimes come along to these events so EVERY TIME a fashion show rolls around the fashion majors get nervous as FUCK and there’s a lot of speculation on who will get noticed and whatever and everyone is secretive about what they’re working on and just. everyone goes fucking haywire and kevin is always v happy when the stress winds down after a show

(no one knows it but kevin has gotten offers from several companies to work with them after he graduates. he hasn’t told anyone except a few friends like juyeon/jacob and his family)

anyway you are also a fashion major who secretly really admires kevin’s stuff?? like you just think he’s so daring and creative and all of his work is absolutely amazing even if it’s a little weird and honestly you don’t even feel overshadowed by his talent and hard work you just feel in awe that you can be in his presence at all. you’re p sure kevin has no idea who you are bc even though you have a lot of the same classes you’re always too shy to sit or work near him bc even though he seems so nice and approachable he’s also just.... god he’s so good

BUT THEN. one of your professors announces that for the next fashion show they’ll be modeling projects that he’s assigning right now. which is weird asf bc usually you’ll all take your best clothing and like fix it or tweak it for the next show, like sometimes people will make something completely from scratch but that’s nerve-wracking and not many people do it unless they’re in a real pinch but it gets even WEIRDER bc this is not a regularly scheduled fashion event?? it’s like a smaller event apparently that they’ve organized just for this project AND THE WEIRDNESS TAKES THE CAKE when your professor says that YOU ARE GOING TO BE THE MODELS. YOU ALL ARE GOING TO PICK SOMEONE IN THE CLASS TO MAKE CLOTHES FOR AND THEY WILL MODEL YOUR OUTFIT

and this SENDS EVERYONE FREAKING THE FUCK OUT??? bc oh god you can’t rely on the models you’ve been using all semester now??? and you have to make flattering clothes for someone you might not even know v well and it’s just. holy fuck holy fuck holy FUCK

meanwhile you already know who you want to create for (/ahem kevin moon/) but you’re also chicken so like??? you’re just sitting in your seat looking over at him but not saying anything until your friend chanhee just pushes you out of your seat in kevin’s direction and is like GO ASK HIM BEFORE YOU LOSE THIS CHANCE and you’re like JESUS FUCKING CHRIST CHANHEE but kevin’s noticed your movement and he’s looking over with a smile on his face and you’re like jfc i can’t do this but chanhee shoves you again and so you kinda smile (you really hope it looks like a smile) and your voice is LITERALLY shaking when you go over and ask if it would be ok to use him as a model for this assignment and he’s like.... oh my god yes

because what YOU don’t know is that kevin has been ogling your designs all year?? like he enjoys his own style and is comfortable in it but he loves your work as in LOVES IT. he thinks your designs are absolutely flawless and original and you combine styles so effortlessly that he just wants to look into your brain when you come up with ideas bc what the fuck?? you may have different styles but kevin knows how to admire art AND YOUR DESIGNS ARE ART.

so you’re reeling a day later bc now you have kevin moon’s number and he has yours and he’s now texting you on when you think you’ll have the first preliminary designs ready and when you can meet up so you can get each other’s measurements and all that and when you eventually meet up your hands are shaking so much that you can barely take his measurements and kevin is screeching in his mind as well bc oh my god you’re going to model his clothes YOU’RE GOING TO MODEL HIS CLOTHES

most people are again being secretive about their designs and even though someone in their class is modeling for them this time so there’s a bit less secrecy they’re still working alone so you get a shock when kevin asks if you want to coordinate your outfits. like work on designs together and maybe make something that matches a little though ofc retaining your own styles and you just shriek when you get the text and poor childhood best friend younghoon spills his coffee (you have been friends since basically birth and there are no romantic feelings whatsoever ok it’s strictly platonic like you watched younghoon vomit after eating too much bread when you were like 10 and he watched you get tangled up in a soccer net when you were 13 there are no romantic feelings stemming from any of that)

needless to say you reply yes yes ye sYES and kevin is grinning so wide on the other end that juyeon wonders if he’s gone slightly insane (which he has but we’re not gonna dwell on that) and both of you show up to the work rooms nervous as all hell (i’m not a fashion major i have no fashion sense i still think t-shirts/leggings are the way to go so idk how any of this works do not sue me) but kevin has a natural ability to defuse any tension in the room so within minutes you’re comfortable and laughing with him and wondering why you were so scared to approach him before and THEN YOU’RE REMINDED WHY when he shows you his design for you because... oh god.... it’s unbelievable. like it has a distinctly kevin feel to it but he’s clearly been paying attention to what you wear and what you design because it’s something you would like to wear and something you even think you could look good in. holy shit

and you just blurt out like kevin what the fuck this is so good did you like stalk my designs or some shit?? and you mean it as a joke ofc but kevin just goes beet red and mumbles something about how he really likes your work and how it’s so sharply elegant but also insanely creative and you’re just. open-mouthed like. dude i’m in love with your work too oh my god i’m gonna cry my fashion idol just said he likes my designs i’m gonna screaM

kevin stops you from screaming though even though he also feels like he’s gonna scream and this is the start of a very productive partnership between the two of you like most of the fashion majors are friendly despite the competition but you and kevin are on a whole other level?? and you start hanging out more and more often even when you’ve finished designing and are actually sewing (you ask him if this part can be secret bc you want to add a few things as a surprise - he ofc says yes and winks and tells you he has things he wants to add too which just makes you want to scream out of excitement)

and it’s a week before fashion show day and you and kevin are finished with putting together the designs and you’re excited as all hell and kevin is literally about to burst from his own skin and you insist that he goes first and when he pulls the outfit from the bag you’re just. in absolute awe. the colors match the design you made, it looks like it’ll fit, and even though it screams kevin moon it also has a distinct vibe from your own fashion style and you just yell KEVIN MOON YOU GENIUS as you snatch it from him and go change

(you don’t know obviously but kevin is blushing like a tomato while waiting for you to finish changing)

it fits almost perfectly, kevin marks a few places to fix and is debating whether or not to compliment you bc??? that sounds like he’s complimenting his own work and that’s egocentric as hell but then you say something like does it look fine and he just blurts out more than fine. you look great

AND YOU’RE SO FLUSTERED THAT YOU ALL BUT THROW YOUR OWN BAG AT KEVIN and are like GO CHANGE

so he takes out the clothes and goes silent and you’re like.... oh my god does he hate it i mean we worked on the designs together and he said he liked it then but what if he changed his mind but then he looks at you and his eyes are sparkling and he’s like y/n this is perfect. literally perfect and he rushes to go get changed and when he comes out your eyes are bugging out of your head bc holy hell you pictured kevin in these clothes obviously since they were made for him but he looks so much better than you ever imagined

and then you blurt out something like holy shit you look beautiful

and kevin blushes again

anyway you both take your measurements and run out and then the day of the fashion show rolls around and both of you are freaking out backstage but the instant you two go on it’s like you both are literal gods bc you feel so confident in each other’s clothing and the crowd can feel it THEY CAN FUCKING FEEL IT and they go nuts when you two walk out!!! and even though it isn’t like a huge major fashion show, it’s just for this one project that your professors cooked up, you and kevin are both beaming like the sun when it’s over despite the fact that it wasn’t an important event bc holy shit you two had fun and everyone’s complimenting your clothing and it’s great it’s just great

finally all the chaos is over and the clothes have been put away and the makeup removed and you and kevin are now standing outside the venue in a kind of stunned silence that all of it’s over. it’s all over. and then you suddenly thrust out the clothes you made that kevin wore and tell him to keep it. it’s a present. and kevin takes it but he also forces you to take the outfit he made for you. and then there’s silence again

but if there’s anything you’ve gained over the past few weeks it’s a bit of courage. courage that let you talk to kevin, courage that let you design clothes for him, courage that let you become friends (and maybe something more) with him. you’ve also learned that kevin is a massive dork and a lovely human being and you’d really love to at least stay in contact so in that the moment you smile and say ‘if i asked you on a date, would you wear that outfit?’

poor kevin looks like he’s about to have a fucking aneurysm and you start to lose confidence but then he’s nodding like there’s no tomorrow like yes ye sYE S OH MY GOD YE S and omg you now have a boyfriend whom you like very very much and kevin has a partner whom he likes very very much

you two may not be a pda couple but you ARE that couple that matches every outfit they wear, you make jewelry and accessories for each other and also make each other clothes every so often. everyone is jealous of your combined fashion sense bc even though the outfits might look outrageous, you two both manage to pull them off and look fabulous at it, but also they can’t even be that jealous bc you two are the sweetest couple and are absolutely lovely

both of you do wear the outfits you made for that show on your first date which is to like a musical or smth bc theatre kid kevin is something you can pry out of my cold dead hands and everyone’s staring but you two are in your own little world and it’s amazing

kevin admits at one point that he was afraid to ask you out bc he thought younghoon was your boyfriend and you just snort and tell him everything stupid younghoon’s done and by the end younghoon is done with you, kevin is about to vomit he’s laughing so hard, and you are smirking like no tomorrow

for the end of year fashion show you and kevin fix up and accessorize the outfits you two made for the show that brought you two together and there is absolutely no surprise that several different fashion companies scout both of you (and a couple modeling agencies too since you and kevin decided to model your own clothing again - younghoon whines that you’ve replaced him but you shut him up with chocolate bread)

kevin’s a sucker for romance (you CANNOT tell me this isn't true) so your first kiss is on the roof of the fashion building at sunset when kevin does the cheesy thing where he says you look more beautiful the view and you almost slap him but you’re laughing so hard and kevin’s cackling and somehow it turns into a kiss

you are a dork and kevin is even more of a dork and it just works out beautifully bc you’re so absolutely in love that it makes people fake vomit from the sides (looking at chanhee right here) but it’s also really sweet in that you two trust each other completely and would do absolutely anything for the other except murder. kevin made that v clear but really only bc blood would stain his clothing and he doesn’t need that. you agree wholeheartedly (younghoon/juyeon are looking from the sides like what the fuck is this couple do they need help and you two are like just go away and let us be the weird couple we are ok). the conversation ends in a v soft v sweet kiss and just. ik i said it with juyeon but kevin moon is also best bf ever ok you cannot convince me otherwise.

and that’s how it goes :)

If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3

(1 reblog = 1 prayer for this weird-ass couple)

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hazbincalifornia · 3 years

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Amount of writing I’m getting done for OT and my IZ fic: Some.

Amount of writing I’m getting done for self-indulgent bullshit: Somewhat more.

Anyway, wrote out Bella meeting Sir Pentious because I was bit by the muse bug. This is written for the four people who know who they both are, f.

Wordcount: 2075

The second she saw the airship soaring through the red-tinted sky, shooting anything that looked at it funny, Bella knew she had to get inside of it. Let Kit flirt with their host (or, if she was honest, fail to flirt with, man, she didn’t even like flirting and even she knew that he turned into a pile of goopy mush when he was around a guy he thought was cute) and let Vee attempt to kidnap yet another animal to try and smuggle home, she wanted to find out who the heck made a steam-powered airship in the twenty-first century.

Or maybe Hell was actually stuck in the year 1900, who knew? Time probably passed funny in the afterlife, but the fact that nobody had shot them out of the sky yet said that there was something else afoot- the pilot had to have some way of warding off attacks considering rivals probably had, like, grenade launchers, and she wanted to find out how. Style merged with substance, ruling the air with confidence- and she wanted in.

“Hey! Hey you!” She flagged down somebody with four arms and purple fur who looked short enough to be less likely to punt her into orbit- Mom had warned that most people down here were mean as, well, Hell- and pointed up at the ship. “What’s the deal with those?”

“You a newly dead?” The demon raised one of their four eyes, and Bella nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, newly dead. Anyway. Story?”

“They’re made by Sir Pentious, one of the Overlords. He’s some kinda inventor, I’unno. Never blew up anything that mattered to me, so I never cared that much.”

“Sir Pentious…” She rolled the name around in her mouth, plucking the ‘T’ in the middle thoughtfully along with the rubber bands wrapped around her braces. “Got it. Thanks!”

“Er- you’re welcome.” They darted off, but that was fine. Now it was just a matter of actually getting onboard.

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She couldn’t find a rocket pack anywhere- lousy Hell lagging behind Earth technologically- but ended up stumbling across the next best thing in a warehouse that had an extra ship that had clearly been in some sort of accident. This one was only partially-reassembled, and there was a lot of burn damage sustained to the aluminum and copper outside, but that just meant that she could see the skeleton without having to slice through a lot of layers, so it was almost better- and a lot easier to crawl in one of the big holes in the front window via a pile of parts in front of it.

The interior was decorated like a mansion, with vivid yellows, reds, and blacks- she could respect the commitment to the aesthetic, especially with torn-open snakesheds and red eyeballs plastered everywhere. It looked like something out of Mom’s old comic book collection, toxic and yet intoxicating, every detail chosen for maximum dramatic potential. It must look even better with all the lights on and more than her phone’s flashlight illuminating bits at a time.

It was the best playground that she could imagine- nothing but her and a massive ship the size of an apartment building. Oddly enough, there wasn’t much dust- maybe it had crashed recently and was being held here for repairs? It was certainly of a similar design to the one that she’d seen from the ground, so she couldn’t imagine that it wasn’t just an iteration or two away.

Her fingers ran over the sleek machinery like it was sacred- some of it looked like it belonged in a museum, but the rest was cutting edge, and the seamless way they blended was like something out of a dream. A genius indeed- if she’d been born a hundred years ago and was suddenly thrust into the modern day, she could only hope that her tech would look this good. There was room for improvement of course, there always was, but it was loads better than most of what she saw digging through the junkyard, and a lot closer to the stuff she made with Grandpa Zim using his irken tech. Impressive for someone who’d clearly been dead for some time, considering he’d made enough of a name for himself that some rando off the street knew it.

“Genius inventor, huh…?” Bella pulled out her screwdriver, starting to work on freeing the control panel. It had a touchscreen and levers, what was that about? She had to know what it looked like underneath- did Hell even use cables and wires or was she going to need to drag Kit in to do his magic business here?

It took some doing- whatever had taken this particular ship down had welded the panel into place and it took a crowbar to pry off, ha, take that Venus for saying she ‘didn’t need to bring it’- but eventually she got into the guts of the thing. Sure enough, it was wiring, spiraled all into itself in a knot- it must have gotten all messed up at some point, maybe that was what caused the crash on top of whatever burnt the outside?

She was about to start taking it apart when she heard a pitter-patter behind her.

“I’ve got a gun and I know how to use it, ya know,” she said, rummaging around in her pocket before pulling it out. “Mom insisted I bring the one that can vaporize people since apparently half of you can’t even die the normal way anyway? Bunch of freaks.” Her finger twitched towards the trigger as the pitter-patter became a shadow as the thing scrambled up towards the same hole she’d come in. “I’m warning you, I’m a great shot. Won’t take two to blow your brains out.”

“Whoever you are, bossman says you gotta go!”

It was an egg. Not like some kind of insult, it was literally an egg, and probably a third of her size. It was also wearing a little hand-tailored suit and top hat. She stared down at it, and it stared up at her.

“Who’s bossman?” Bella asked after a few very long seconds of silence.

“You know… bossman!” It blinked. “He doesn’t like people pokin’ around his cool, cool stuff and you tripped the motion sensor. Hey, is that a ray gun?”

Bella’s finger eased off the trigger. “Yeah, it is. It can probably scramble you.”

“Oooh! Fun! Not as good as boss’s, I’m sure, but-”

“Hey, what say you take me to this boss?” Bella crouched down, knowing this was incredibly stupid but also already entirely committed to it. “Then he can decide what to do with me in person.”

“Hmm… alright, but no funny business!” The egg looked her up and down before turning heel, starting to clamor down the pile of parts. She had to hold back a snort when she saw that it had ‘#69’ written on its back.

Some things never changed no matter where you went.

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The egg blabbered on all the way back to the ship, mostly about jazz music oddly enough, but soon enough they were nearing a different ship that had settled behind a building. It was either the one she’d seen before or a duplicate, and she felt a shiver run up her spine as she got close- it looked a lot cooler in one piece and lit up bright yellow. Her phone buzzed, and she discreetly pulled it out as the egg launched into a diatribe on the importance of the saxophone. It was a text from her sister.

dolittle 🐭: bells where ARE you

dolittle 🐭: kits distracting clove so I could grab one of those bugdog things but moms gonna be asking how were doing soon, what should I say

Bella thought for a moment before sending back a reply. ‘im checking out that airship we saw earlier. have weapons. ill be fine. meet you back at the cafe later’

dolittle 🐭: be careful ok? know you can handle it but still

Bella smiled a little at that, sending a thumbs up before tucking her phone back into her pocket as they ascended the bridge.

“And then, then he saysss to me, he sayssss- Ah, there you are! Good, good.” She heard him before she saw him, voice booming as he welcomed his hench-egg back. “And what was poking around the warehouse?”

“This, boss!” The egg tugged at her jeans by the knee around the corner before pushing her forward with surprising force. “They said they wanted to see you!”

“Well well well!”

Bella’s antennae twitched as her eyes widened. The man in front of her was a jet black snake, with fangs, a top hat, a bowtie, and eyes on his face as well as nestled on the open space on his chest and hood. Best she could pin from Venus’s nature lectures he was a cobra of some sort, and there was a smug fang-y grin on his face as he slithered up to her, taking advantage of the height that his tail gave him- he’d probably be seven feet easy to Bella’s mere five foot one.

It took her only a moment to shake off her awe. “So you’re the famous Sir Pentious!”

His grin widened. “Ah! You’ve heard of me, little tresssspassser?”

“Obviously, considering I knew your name, right?”

“Er- yes!” He faltered for just a moment, and she went in for the kill.

“Your work’s fantastic, but you really need a way to keep the gutty stuff in order in case of a hit- that’s probably part of why that other ship went down, y’know? But your sense of design and how you mold your century-old designs with the new stuff- it’s fantastic, I just want to cut it all open and see how it works.”

“What did you do?” His hood flared, and she twirled the gun in her hands.

“I only touched the control panel, and your little egg boy got at me before I messed with anything, but I’d give anything for a couple of days working on the interior of this place- I bet I could make it run faster and with less fuel.”

The eye on his hat rolled itself as he narrowed the eyes on his face. “Who are you to come in and think you know better than I about my own shipssss? I should end you right here for your insolence and your trespassing!”

Bella folded her arms, glancing around. “Hmm… far left column, the one with a yellow eye instead of a red one.”

“What about it?” He folded his arms as well, waggling his head. “Are you-”

“It’s welded weird. Something went wrong with the metal when it was being forged, so you put it in the back so you wouldn’t have to look at it. You didn’t want to waste a perfectly good column because somebody screwed up one little part. And that’s just what I see looking around in, like, five seconds- gah!” The end of his tail had wrapped around behind her while she’d been talking, and struck before she finished her sentence, lifting her up to his eye-level with her arms pinned to her sides.

“Little wrench! How dare you?”

“I’m…” Her legs kicked a little, ribs feeling uncomfortably bendy at the moment as his scales pressed against her chest and back. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

His tongue darted out as he hissed, just barely brushing her nose before sliding back into his mouth.

“What do you really want, missy? I don’t like competition, you know.”

“You to let me breathe, for one,” she wheezed, fingers turning to try tickling what she could reach, and his cheek twitched funny before she dropped bodily to the floor, only managing to roll in time thanks to muscle memory from combat training. Thanks, Grandpas. “I really do just wanna see how all your stuff works. The ways I could improve my own inventions if I just could figure out how to blend different functionalities the way that you do...”

“I am quite impresssssive, aren’t I?” He puffed up his chest a bit. “And you have no intention to-”

Bella drew an X over her chest. “Cross my heart. You’re the bossman.”

He looked her up and down. “Hmm. Get back to me when you have a proper uniform and not those ragssss, and I suppose I could show you around a bit, if- if!- you show me something of yourssss. ”

Bella’s grin slipped into a smirk as she gave a bow. “Bella Donna at your service, then, Sir Penny.”

#iz #shadow writes stuff #hh

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #360

“we are the ones that wanna play / always wanna go, but you never wanna stay”

"Crawling" or "In The End?" I want to say "Crawling," but I really can't be sure. Both are bomb. Is your window open? No. Monsters Inc. or Shrek? Shrek, my man. What did you last hear that made your jaw drop? Jason's mom died. What is the longest shower or bath you have ever taken? I remember as kids, Nicole and I would sometimes play 'til Mom made us finish because the water was cold by then. As an adult, idk about my longest shower. Do you have a preference of chocolate? Yeah, milk chocolate. Is there anyone you’d like to hug right now? Yeah. Could you ever picture someone writing a biography about you? Definitely not. Do you have a clock in your room? No. Do you shut off the computer when you’re done using it? No, I just close it. Do you usually catch a cold during the winter? No. I just about never get sick. Are you a good multi-tasker? NOOOOOOOOOOO. Do you know any deaf people? If so, is it easy or difficult to have conversations with them? No. Is there a door knocker on your front door? No. Were you ever into Pokémon? Bitch I still am. Do you drink a lot of water? Sigh, no. I'm definitely better than I used to be, though; once upon a time, I literally never drank it unless I was extremely hot and dehydrated. Nowadays, it's usually after I finish my soda for the day that I then only drink water, normally around one full tall cup of it. Do you like fireworks? They're beautiful, but I'm personally against them out of respect for veterans suffering from PTSD as well as animals, because I'm not exactly interested in traumatizing them, either. Is respect given or earned with you? It's given, the way I think it should be. Are you “in the closet” about anything? No. Are you missing any teeth? No. Do you like scrapbooking? I've never gotten into it and am not really interested in doing so. What was or will be your first tattoo? It's a semicolon butterfly on my right wrist. Sometimes I've thought about getting it covered with a cooler design but the same concept; it was literally from Google, and I'm very much not into "sharing" tattoo designs with probably thousands of other people. But, I still think it really is cute, and it's just very special to me as my first, so idk. Do you have any tattoos dedicated to someone special? I have one written in Sara's handwriting inside a heart, and my "ohana" tattoo that I am 100% getting covered was dedicated to my former best friend Colleen. I've talked before about why "ohana" has never really resonated with me, and I just don't like it anymore at all. Thank God it's small. Do you like ghost stories? Oh HELL yeah, lay 'em on me. What was your favorite movie as a kid? The Lion King. Some things never change, ha. Do you own a lot of cookbooks? Mom has looooots, but never uses any. I think her mom gave them to her, so she just keeps 'em. What’s your father’s handwriting like? It looks like every other man's handwriting I've ever seen lol. All the letters are capitalized. Did you wash your hair last time you showered? I wash my hair every time I shower. I have to with it naturally being so oily. What does your shampoo smell like? Coconut. Do you listen to Guns N' Roses? Not a lot, but yeah. They've got some bangers. I actually want "Sweet Child O' Mine" to be the father/daughter dance at my wedding. Have you ever been a bridesmaid? Yeah, at my sister's wedding. What was the last video game that you beat? I replayed Silent Hill 2 a long time ago. Have you ever hyperventilated? Yep. Do you talk in your sleep? I scream in my sleep. Nightmares/terrors are a blast. Whose house did you last sleep over? Sara's. Have you ever been cut by scissors? No. Do you like peaches? It's odd, I like canned sliced peaches, but the actual, full fruit, I don't. I love peach flavored juice, though. 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No. Who was the last relative that came to visit you? My half-sister and her husband. Does your bedding all match? Not currently. Are you more comfortable with having short hair or long hair? SHORT. Are you interested in fantasy movies/shows? That's my preference. Have you ever gone whale-watching? No, but that'd be dope. What is something that you have a large amount of? Meerkat plushies. Who is it that you’re in love with? Nobody. Have you ever gotten love and infatuation confused? No. Do you have a steady income? No. Do you take your medications in the morning or at night? Both. Have you ever bought a YouTuber’s merch? No, I wish. :( Do you think oatmeal tastes better when made with water or milk? MILK. I don't eat it with water. When was the last time you ran into someone that you didn’t want to see? Idk. Have you ever tried vlogging, and if yes, did you stick with it? Noooo, I'm completely disinterested in doing that myself. If you go to church, what is your favorite thing about it? I don't go. Even as a kid when Mom made me, I hated it. ^and what is your least favorite thing about it? N/A What do you do for exercise? I don't. .-. I want a pool SO badly to swim and strengthen my legs without having to worry about sweating or collapsing, though. Mom says we don't have space, but we definitely do. Not a lot, but enough. Do you have a birthmark? If yes, what color is it? Yeah, it's just a bit darker than the rest of my skin. Do you need to lose weight? Yes. My sister, Mom, and I very recently started a Weight Watchers subscription and we're all working our asses off to stick to it. Ash has already lost like, 12 pounds (she started before Mom and me), so I'm kinda hopeful. Have you ever had a cat? Growing up, after we took in a stray female, we ended up with a fucking empire of cats, literally around three dozen, I'd say. They were all outdoors, too, and not fixed because we couldn't afford it, so tomcats would come around and, y'know, make matters worse. Eventually, animal control took them all and I was DEVASTATED, but looking back, I understand it was necessary. Anyway, I have one cat now. Indoors and fixed and the prince of my world, haha. Have you ever had a dog? We've had a few. I was born with my dad having a collie named Trigger, but I don't remember her at all; she died of old age I believe when I was very young. Then we briefly had a pup named Angel, but she died due to that disease some puppies just have. We didn't get another dog until Teddy, who was my Christmas present, and he was put to sleep only last year, rest my baby's soul. We also had Dale, Cali, Delilah, and Bentley. Have you ever any other kind of animal? A LOT. I'm probably going to forget some, but we've had hamsters, rats, snakes, fish, a turtle, two lizards, gerbils, guinea pigs... just a lot. Animals have always been very important in my life. Have you ever had a pet rock? HA, yeah. I didn't take it seriously at all, but I had one. When was the last time you painted something? Not since my Painting course in my final college attempt. Do you have any disabilities? Not in the traditional sense, no. My social anxiety though is at such a severity that it majorly infringes upon my ability to do a LOT of things, though. What are five of your favorite stores at the mall? I couldn't name five. Just Hot Topic and Spencer's, really. What season do you want to get married in? AUTUMN. The actual dream situation would be to get married in the snow in a black dress, like can you IMAGINE the pictures, but realistically, it'd be in the fall to avoid the biting cold. Has anyone ever spread lies about you? Yeah. Anything special planned for today? Nope. Blue or green? Blue. How much older/younger than you was the person you lost your virginity to? He's two years older than me. Do you still care for that person? Very much. Can you completely annihilate the first Mario game in less than an hour? I haven't even played the first game. I've never really been into the games to begin with. Did you make it all the way through the Oregon Trail game? Yes! I was OOOOOBSESSEEEEEED as a kid. I would usually play it after school when my mom was an assistant teacher and was finishing up her work for the day. Have you ever contemplated climbing a water tower? Uh, no. Those kind of people got some wanderlust levels that I ain't got, haha. If you have a Facebook, when was the last time you changed your profile picture? It's been a few months. Would you ever marry someone who was lower class? Um, yes? You can deny it all you want, but answering "no" is pretty much the same as saying you'd marry for money. Is there a guy you wish you hadn’t let slip away? ugh Which do you prefer: English or math? English, by light years. Who is a singer that has given you chills? David Draiman's voice in the Disturbed cover of "Sound of Silence" is fucking haunting. Greatest cover of all time. Do you watch America’s Got Talent? I did when Sharon was a judge. Do you think you could win America’s Got Talent? Hell no. What act would you perform in a talent show? uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Have you ever practiced yoga? Yes. I used to be BANGIN at it. What is your favorite thing to buy at the Farmer’s Market? Fruit! Do you get carsickness? No. What color is the rim of your full-length mirror? Black. What is your state’s bird (if you live in the US)? Cardinal. Which style of wedding dress is your favorite? I'm a sucker for ballgown dresses. Do you enjoy editing videos? I used to love it, for many many years. Now, I just don't have the dedication or motivation to. Do you enjoy editing photos? Yes. If you gave birth, do you think you would want it filmed? Um, absolutely not. I would have NO desire to look back on me shrieking my lungs out and essentially dying. I handle abdominal pain very poorly, so I've got a goooood feeling that if I actually wanted to have kids, I'd be that woman screeching like a banshee.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''aerials'' by system of a down

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Re-watching Lizzie Mcguire: Episode 2.4 (El Oro De Montezuma)

Verdict- Arroz Con Leche: 1, Lizzie Mcguire: 0

- Lizzie, Gordo and Miranda have their eyes glued to the television because Miranda’s cousin from Mexico, Carlos is supposed to appear on a Mexican game show with his friends next week. Jo sees this and encourages the kids to go out and do something more active/productive but shortly after, she becomes enthralled by the quirkiness of the show.

I can’t tell if they like what they’re watching or not lol

Lost in Translation

- There’s a new kid in school and his name is Li Torak, from Indonesia. Because of my Malaysian heritage, I know a thing or two about Indonesia and Li doesn’t look Indonesian to me. He looks really young too, almost around the age of Matt when in actuality, Raja is only a year younger than Hilary and Lalaine. It’s probably because he’s a boy and maybe it’s his Asian genes hehe. Lizzie tries to break the ice with Li but there’s a language barrier and he misunderstands majority of the things Lizzie is asking him.

* I just did my research and Holy Cow! The actor who played Li is Raja Fenske, who also played Jake Behari on Nickelodeon’s Unfabulous! I totally didn’t expect that. I haven’t watched Unfabulous in ages and I kinda forgot how he looked like. That’s so cool. Oh and if my research findings are accurate, he doesn’t have any Indonesian ancestry as I’ve predicted. In fact, his mom is Indian and his dad is German and Norwegian.

- Mr. Dig is teaching a class that puts a spotlight on other cultures and introduces to his students a “Lip Stretcher” that the Suya Indian men from the Amazon River used to pull their lower lips out as a way to attract mates I think? That’s interesting. He goes on to explain the various other cultures’/countries’ standards of beauty, which are very foreign to them.

If Gordo weren’t a director, he should’ve been a comedian because he went in on Larry here.

- Mr. Dig then uses this as an opportunity to formally introduce Li to everyone in class. And once again, he struggles to comprehend what’s being asked of him. Okay, I need to be honest here and say this; The way Raja is trying to sound like an Indonesian is just not working for me. He couldn’t even pronounce “Indonesia” correctly like a true native he’s meant to portray. The accent is way off; It’s actually very cringe-worthy.

- Anyways; back to the plot. Mr. Dig asks his students to write a report on either their own culture or another culture and include what people can learn from it.

The First Mention of Mexico City (fans of Lizzie Mcguire know what that means)

- Back at home, Lizzie asks her parents about where she came from and her parents funnily misunderstands her question and thought it was a Biology question lol. Obviously, what she meant to ask was where did their ancestors originate from in Europe most probably. We find out that Sam’s family is Scottish and Irish and Jo’s family originated from a bunch of other European countries. This makes it harder for Lizzie since there’s so many countries to choose from.

- At the Digital Bean, Miranda re-introduces her cousin, Carlos to Lizzie and Gordo. He greets Lizzie with a couple of kisses on both cheeks:

- He also tries to give Gordo the same but he’s not down for the friendly kisses lol. I wonder if Gordo felt some type of way to see another guy “kiss” Lizzie even if it’s a friendly one. Especially coming from last episode when he saw Lizzie and Ronnie kiss for real.

- Miranda tells them that’s what people do in Mexico City and I gotta say, the words “Mexico City” triggered me because that was the excuse we got in like the last 10 episodes (plus the movie) of Lizzie Mcguire to explain Miranda’s absence from the show lol.

- Miranda then reveals to her friends that Carlos’s teammates cancelled on him to go to their sister’s wedding, which is a good excuse but Carlos doesn’t seem to think so lol. Eventually, Lizzie and Gordo agree to be their replacements due to the financial benefit they would get if they win. It always comes down to the Benjamins I see. Plus, Lizzie sees this as an opportunity to help her with Mr. Dig’s assignment. They feel like if Carlos and to a lesser extent, Miranda could translate for them, they would be able to do the stunts on the show just fine.

- We then get a montage of them doing a practice run through some of the games featured on the show. Gordo also insists that they learn some Spanish as well. As I’ve been learning Spanish on Duolingo for almost a year now, I’m proud to say I was able to translate most of the phrases Gordo read out loud.

I LOL’ed at this moment. Why he gotta look at them like that?

- Lizzie thinks that they should focus on perfecting the games rather than trying to learn Spanish to which they all agree. But really? They don’t know what “bueno” means? Don’t they live in California? They should’ve know that word at the very least... C’mon now.

Let The Games Begin

- It’s now time for the game show and the host introduces Carlos, Miranda, Lizzie and Gordo on stage. Wait, where is this game show held? Is it where they live in the US or did they all fly to Mexico?

- The first round is trivia and Miranda manages to win the first point. The next round is popping as many balloons as possible between their chests but we don’t know who won that. And after that, it’s them trying to seek out different items of clothing to dress their teammate in a bull-fighter’s costume.

The last clue is getting a hat from the bottom box but unfortunately Lizzie wasn’t careful enough, which led to a whole stack of boxes to crash on top of her lol. But they still manage to win that round fortunately and their team is able to advance to the last round.

- In this round, Lizzie gets picked to designate roles to each of her team members. Unfortunately, she accidentally assigns Carlos to be the Aztec bird snake gut, which means that he has to sit out that round. The host gives them the instructions in Spanish and with Carlos having to be inside a soundproof box, they have no idea what they’re supposed to do.

- I was able to understand a couple of phrases like “tienen arroz con leche” and “cuaranta y cinco segundos”, which I’m confident it means “they have rice with milk (rice pudding I guess)” and “they have 45 seconds to do something” respectively. I didn’t catch the building a pyramid part just because I don’t know what pyramid is in Spanish lol. I did a quick Google search and it’s just pirámide but I don’t think I heard the host saying that word.

- They obviously misunderstood the instructions and did something completely wrong, which is putting the rice pudding into the boxes and jumping over them at the same time. Gordo, who is usually the brains of the operation thinks that they should eat the rice pudding and he proceeds to happily eat it lol.

- They try to think of one last solution and Lizzie decides to throw the rice pudding into the boxes with her bare hands but she accidentally splashes some of it onto Miranda’s face. Next to you know, they’re throwing rice pudding left and right at each other and the whole audience goes wild. Well, that’s one way to end the show but I’m pretty sure they lost.

Presentation Time

- It’s time for them to present their report on a culture of their choice in Mr. Dig’s class. Gordo does his on Mehndi tattoos from India; I actually thought he would talk about some aspects from his own Jewish culture. As for Lizzie, she tells the class that after her whole experience of being lost in translation in that Mexican game show she and her friends participated in, she felt like she needed to learn about other cultures so that she can understand those around her who are not like her.

Oh gosh; His accent again. It’s so not Indonesian.

- Anyways, Lizzie decides to focus her presentation on Indonesian culture. This should be good....

- Umm, Jakarta is not an island Lizzie....It’s the capital city of Indonesia and the island it sits on is called Java. *facepalms. The presentation was obviously cut short due to time constraints of the episode but they could have done more to fit in more insightful stuff into her presentation. I’m really disappointed.

Matt’s B-Plot: It’s More Like A C-Plot....

- Matt and Lanny have pretty much been playing hide and go seek throughout the whole episode. And that’s about it really. It’s nothing extraordinary except for the fact that they kinda went overboard with it and continued the game outside Matt’s home.

Is this safe for a child lol?

- However, what I like about this sub-plot is seeing how sassy Lanny is. The episode ends with Matt winning the hide and seek contest but to his own detriment because he decided to hide in a train, which started moving while Lanny eats pizza with Matt’s parents. Wow, his parents are going to get the ultimate headache from trying to find out where in the world Matt is.

Overall Thoughts

- Let’s get the negatives out of the way first; Raja Fenske’s portrayal of Li as a student from Indonesia was pretty weak I have to say. And it wasn’t really his fault. I’m sure somebody had given him directions on how to sound like an Indonesian and he had to follow it. Like I mentioned earlier, I don’t think Raja is any part Indonesian and so, he probably couldn’t tell what should have sounded authentic. I felt like Disney should’ve cast someone Indonesian or part Indonesian to avoid all of this. Also, I must repeat the point I made about them saying that Jakarta is an island, which is totally wrong. The writers should have done their research.

- But I appreciate them for making the attempt to shine a spotlight on how ignorant we can be when it comes to understanding and respecting other people’s cultural differences. At the beginning of the episode, Lizzie was obviously taken aback and amused by Li’s inability to understand what she was trying to ask him because she has never been in his position before.

- It was not until she participated in “El Oro de Montezuma”, she’d realized that being immersed in a new environment with a completely different culture from what she’s used to is extremely hard. And because of that, she was able to empathize with Li and show Li that she wants to respect and get to know his Indonesian culture, which is why she decided to make her presentation on Indonesia instead.

- Long story short; The lessons taken from the episode were great but the execution of Li’s character was meh.

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cilliansaccent · 4 years

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The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 19

Hello, welcome back. Below is the next instalment of my fanfiction!

Leave a like or a comment if you liked it, or if I can do anything better! Please, it would mean the world and to understand if anyone is enjoying my writing. Also, sharing/reblogging would be even better.

PLEASE READ:

I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.

I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!

I will add trigger warnings if there is any!!

There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.

The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!!

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Background: Gabrijela Babic is a Croatian girl from Sydney, Australia. She is born in the year 1991 on the 24th of December. She studies a Fashion degree in a University with a major in Game Design as well. Her teacher in the fashion designer class managed to nail an Internship on the set of Peaky Blinders with the shows very own Costume Designer, Allison McCosh. There, she travels to London for under a year to learn how to be one, working alongside the actors as well the man she admires, Cillian Murphy. But, her platonic feelings for the man begins to grow into something more, and she wonders whether she should pursue them or let him go for fear of her strict parents and her three older brothers…

Characters:

Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)

Cillian Murphy

Word Count: 2,766

!!Warnings!!: Intense smut at the beginning!!

Date: February 2017

Chapter Name: Cillian, I’m...

Brief Chapter Outline: Gabbie spends her morning rolling around in bed with Cillian before he finds a certain stick...

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Last night... God, Gabrijela could not believe it. Cillian had come to see her, and he was real. Even as she rolled, well, she couldn't roll over because he was curled up behind her as the big spoon. Their legs tangled together and their hands held to her chest.

He woke her up with kisses pressed to her neck, making her body arch a little as he fondled her breast, "I missed you so much." He said in that heavy, sleepy voice. His fingers pressed together around her nipple and she moaned.

"I've missed you too, baby." She laughed softly as his lips claimed hers. They kissed for a while before she was the one to break it and sit up slowly, his hand that was positioned under her head now moved to stroke her back lovingly.

"I've yet to count every freckle on your body," Cillian mused, resting on his back.

She liked the feeling of those soft fingers caressing her skin, "I got a lot," She giggled.

"More than me. All over that beautiful face, shoulders, chest, legs..." He had sat up and kissed her shoulder and then moved across to her neck where his arms snaked around her and she was laid back with him on top.

She laughed as she felt his hardness brush against her leg, "Oh Cillian, is someone horny?" She groaned when he pushed into her.

"Yeah." He said, grabbing her wrists and pinned them above her head, "All I thought about was you when you had gone. I wanted you back in my arms." He grunted as he began to thrust into her.

Her body lit up with pleasure he gave her, his face tucked into her neck as he panted softly, "Fuck Cillian." She wanted to hold on to him as he got faster but he held her arms tightly.

Cillian made love to her body once more, letting her arm go with one hand to cock her leg up against his hip, it made him go deeper within her and she clearly loved that with the graceful arch of her back and the way her lips were parted. He could see in her eyes how much she loved this, how much she loved him for that matter. If life was good, he could do this to her every day.

But right now, he wanted to try something a little different. He eased back on his knees and kept her legs parted, "Raise your hips." He said and she did so. He held them up so half her body was suspended off the bed and he began to go hard.

Oh, lord, this made him go further into her and pushed against some areas she had not known to exist. It made the pleasure more intense and her climax closer.

She pushed against the headboard with her hands, crying out, "Cillian! Ah!" She watched as the muscles in his arms strained as he held her up, he was in such concentration of what he was doing. He was so hot with those furrowed brows, jaw set tight.

"Come on love, oh, love I can feel you close. Your walls are sucking me in." He had a cheeky smirk as he gave it his hardest to her.

Her moans were sweet as they filled the air, getting louder as she neared her climax. It was then she peaked and bucked her hips and arched her back before she spilled herself all over his cock.

Cillian let out a bark and a curse as he came with her, thrusting fast before he slowed down and eased her back on the bed and moved back on top of her. He cupped the back of her head and tangled his fingers in her blond hair and kissed her passionately.

Gabrijela smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Baby." She murmured as he rubbed her nose against hers.

"Love," he replied with equal quiet, as if someone may hear them.

"We should take a shower," She said, her hands tugged on the curls at the nape of his neck.

"But cuddles," he said kissing her gently.

"We can do that after." She kissed him back and wiggled so he moved off her. She got off the bed and deliberately bent over before she slowly stood.

Cillian made an odd sound much like a growl when she did that, he looked between her thighs, slick with their joined fluids. He moved before she could escape and grabbed her, pulling her back in and making her bend over.

"Cillian, what the- Oh my god." She let out a moan as his tongue dragged up the inside of her thigh and to her wet sex, where he lapped her up nice and clean. "Mmm!" She reached behind and gripped his hair as he gave her a quick tongue fuck. She had nothing to grab on as he ravished her from behind, the sounds he made vibrated right to her hardened nipples.

Then he let her go, giving her a little shove in which she stumbled forward, "Fucking devil." She growled, turning to look at him, "Come." She said, making a come hither motion with a single finger.

Cillian licked his lips, getting to his feet and prowled to her, "We gonna shower together?" He reached her, hands on her hips as he backed her to the threshold of the bathroom, her hands sliding up his chest.

"Yeah, and your gonna have your breakfast." She bit his bottom lip, dragging it out a little as she pushed his hands away and went to set the large shower up.

He followed her and had her pressed to the glass outside the shower when she had turned it on, "Cillian no," She moaned, his cock hard against her ass.

"You want me again?" He murmured hotly against her neck, making her legs weak. His voice was a caress on her soul.

"I always want you, baby." She wiggled her ass, liking the feeling of him there. "But let's get inside. It's more fun." She smirked and sidestepped and stepped into the shower, pulling him in.

Cillian's arms wrapped around her as they stood under the warm spray, their lips connected in a fight for dominance. She felt this change in him, he was more controlling suddenly as she lost against the kiss as his tongue fought in and explored every crevice inside her mouth.

Then she was back against the tiled wall, the cold making her gasp and arch into him as he kissed down her neck, leaving marks as he went down. Holy fuck, she thought, how she would hide this she had no clue.

Her nipples were tugged and sucked on, pinched and twisted in a way he remembered how she liked it. Pleasure laced with pain.

And further he went, reaching the apex of her thighs, the treasure he was oh so drunk on. He used his hands to flatted out on her thighs and push them apart, "Spread yourself for me, love. Let me see."

She reached down with both hands and using her pointer fingers, she pried her slit apart.

He eyed those lovely pink petals falling open to reveal that velvet delight, "Touch yourself." He said.

"Where, baby?" She panted, his fingers were so close to her core.

"Your clit." He watched as her fingers moved to the little bundle and she began to rub herself there. Her moans were gentle, her body shaking a little from the sensitivity she usually got after her first climax.

"Good girl," he praised, kissing her wrist as he watched her play with herself.

"Cillian-" She gulped, her legs twitchy.

"That's it, here, let me overtake now." He moved her hands away and leaned in, her breath hitching as his lips brushed her clit. And then he latched on causing her to jump and her hands on his head. He sucked on her with a laziness that made her whine, his tongue slipping out to part her more with slow laps.

The pleasure was different, slower and more... casual. But she knew he wouldn't last long like this, he never could go slow with her. She was too delicious to hold back her climax.

But Cillian continued on, tasting her as if she would disappear or that she was the most valuable thing on earth. He raised his hand to her entrance, pushing two fingers into her knuckle deep. He began to finger her, slowly but got faster. His lips never left her clit, holding on to her for life as her hips began to rock against his face.

Gabrijela was so overly sensitive and she was close to her second climax for the morning. She could hear her phone vaguely calling but she had no care for it, she concentrated on Cillian and what he was doing. "Oh! FUCK! Cillian! I'm cumming!" She cried out as she writhed against his thrusting fingers and mouth as she came hard.

He held himself there as she came before he stood up and kissed her deeply without letting her talk. He felt her hands wrap around his cock and pump him, he let her do so.

Gab was shaking from the pleasure that rocked her body, and she wanted to reciprocate it back to Cillian. She gripped him harder as she rubbed him faster, meeting his gaze, "Feels good baby?"

"Feels so good," He nodded, his hands braced on the wall, head bowed.

"Oh yeah, you feel nice in my hands. I love it." She giggled before she slowly sunk to her knees.

"Love, you don't needoooh god." He moaned as her lips wrapped around his tip before she took him almost to the base. Her head began to bob as she sucked him off, her hand cupped his balls and squeezed and tugged them enough for him to moan in pleasure.

Gab loved going down on him, she had the power at this moment. She went fast then slow, pulled back to breathe and continued on. She could feel the twitch in his cock, knowing he was close. He better be, after all that sucking on her he had done.

Cillian gripped her hair making her go faster and gag on his cock, he needed her to go down on him more often... But fuck... she was... addictive. Did he already say she was? Yeah, he did. It wasn't long when he grunted and thrust as he came into her mouth, his head was thrown back as a moan escaped him.

Gabbie swallowed his load before she slowly stood and giggled at him, "God you always ruin me." She murmured as he pulled her close.

"And I want to keep going." He said and kissed her deeply.

They spent another ten minutes in the shower, Cillian making her at least come another two times before she had enough.

Cillian pecked her lips as he washed up and left her to tend to herself, he would get ready for the day.

She was done soon after and dried her hair, combed it with her fingers and braid it back from her face. She hadn't brought her clothes in so she walked out.

Cillian was sitting on the bed on the other side in his Calvins, facing the large window that over-looked the harbour.

"Cillian?" Gabrijela frowned as she picked up her clothes and slipped them on. She watched him move a little, head bowed then he looked up. Something was wrong, she could see the tension in his shoulders as she came over and... A soft gasp escaped her.

He was holding the pregnancy stick in his hands, the one she had taken yesterday. She felt all the emotions hit her at once, and her legs had gone weak and not because of what just happened not long ago.

"Cilly? I... I only... I only found out yesterday." She slowly sunk on the bed beside him. "I-I want you to... I want you to know that I haven't been with anyone else but you... Please know that. I wanted to tell you but I had no idea how to approach the idea because holy fuck I am pregnant with your baby and I am so, so, so scared and I can't tell what you are thinking right now because you are not looking at me and oh my god I don't even know what to tell my parents." She said with no breath and felt tears sting her eyes. "Cillian, please, god talk to me." She touched his shoulder, he was so damn tense.

His handsome face turned to her, blue eyes full of emotion but she had no idea what, "Are you really pregnant?" He asked.

She looked at the stick, "I am." She could feel her nausea creep upon her, "I'm about to go run to the bathroom and throw up again, so yeah." She gulped, "It's still early but... I am unsure what to do, Cillian. It's so much but... I want to know if you... If you want to keep it."

He looked back at the stick, running his thumb over where the double lines were, "I found it outside of your bag, must've fallen out when we came in last night." He said before he glanced at her hands which were shaking and white from how hard she gripped them together.

His hand pried them apart and he held her hand, "My love, I never thought I was... able to have a child at my age but, here we are, huh?" He pulled her closer, kissing her knuckles, "Gab, I will do whatever you want to do. I am happy with whatever decision you make, I support you." He said softly.

"No, Cillian. No." She shook her head and pulled her hand back, "You can't do that. You need a say in this, we are talking about a life here." She said, brows furrowed.

He sighed, rolling the stick between his fingers, "I know, but it is your body to, Gabbie. I... If we do agree to go on with this, I want you to know that I will support you in every way possible. Even if we are far apart, I will send money for whatever tests there are and I might fly over-"

She leaned in and kissed him deeply, "I love you." She said softly.

His hands gripped her arms gently, "I love you too, beautiful. I am here for you, every step of the way. But only if we can decide what to do."

She looked down at her tummy, her hand going over it, "I cannot think to... get rid off it. So I guess... I guess I will keep it. Would you like that?"

He gave her a fantastic smile, "I'd be honoured, my love. I would be so, so honoured." His hand rested over hers, "When it gets close, I want to know. I want to be here when you are ready." He said.

She laughed as tears fell from her face. That was all she wanted to hear from him so she cupped his face and straddled his waist and kissed him, his arms wrapped around her and they kissed with utter joy.

"My favourite man ever," She ran her fingers down his cheek, "I am so glad I met you."

He laughed lightly, "I am so glad I met you too, my little Peaky designer." He kissed her, muffling her giggles.

After that morning, Gabrijela felt much lighter. She returned the call to her father and said she was going to spend the day with Maya which in fact she was going to be with Cillian.

Today was unplanned so they didn't do much but walk around, took plenty of selfies with each other and kissed a lot, ate at the Bicentennial park on a bench that overlooked the water and... well kissed more.

They spent the rest of the late afternoon in bed, watching TV and snuggling and then it was the painful moment she had to go home to get ready for her next gig tonight.

"I love you." She giggled as they stood in the foyer of the hotel he stayed in, "I'll see you tonight? Might sneak back into that room of yours." She wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I'd love that. I'll see you tonight, beautiful." He leaned down and kissed her deeply.

They parted ways and she waved good-bye as she headed up to the station, feeling light as a cloud and full of love.

#cillian murphy #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #fanfiction

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attract-mode-collective · 4 years

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The Attract Mode Holiday Gift Guide For 2019, Part 2

Alright, there's officially one week left, seven days till Christmas! And if you're still looking for that special something for that special someone, time is running out.

Thankfully, options do still exist... kinda, sorta. Also, you might have to pay a premium.... but dems are the breaks. First up is Love Hultén's logical follow-up to the FC-PVM from earlier this year, the SNES-PVM! Here's some additional beauty shots...

Going by the product page, it's more or less identical to the predecessor, so the same 9" Sony Trinitron PVM-9042QM. It also appears to utilize the same 8BitDo driven controller mods as well; it's not listed on their made-to-order page, but I'm sure if you ask nicely... as well as offer enough money to make it worth their time... they might be willing to make a deal?

Though I do have an alternative, cuz even if there was a SNES-PVM ready to go, imagine how much guaranteed by Christmas shipping from Sweden would cost? Your next best bet is Bithead1000, who can build you a Super Nintendo Fish Tank made in the good ole’ U.S. of A....

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For those of you finally pulling the trigger on a PlayStation 4 Pro this holiday, and are considering the Limited Edition Death Stranding bundle... but are a bit underwhelmed by the included DualShock 4... consider We Are Robot's alternative. Which costs about as much as the aforementioned system, oh well...

But if you're interested in something for the whole family, then how about a block of Bridge Baby cheese? Am sure this will be the centerpiece of this year’s Hideo Kojima Christmas gathering...

And guess what can be the centerpiece of your Christmas gathering? Why Hideo Kojima of course, or a 1/6 replica from @bayuarafat...

I myself am simply going to get a lil Ludens for my desk, to hold my glasses (seen here as part of Jean-François Rey's collab with Kojima Pro) which will pair nicely with my lil Venom Snake bionic arm (from the Metal Gear Solid V Collector's Edition), aka my wedding ring holder...

Am still kicking myself for missing out on this DS Lite covered with Swarovski crystals; suppermariobroth notes that it was on sale at the Nintendo New York in '07 for only $600 (I have no idea how I could miss that)...

Here's a motorcycle jacket from THUNDERBOX that’s supposed to evoke the Game Boy; would be nice if one could somehow hook one up to it & have the jacket be a controller of sorts, silly as that sounds...

As someone who could care less about Kirby (sorry everyone), I nonetheless adore the Shogo Sekine portion of Laforet Harajuku's PLAYFUL KIRBY line (be sure to check out miki800.com to see Converse Stars’s half, or maybe not, cuz it kinda sucks)...

Though miki800's Instagram recently reminded me of the one person/place/thing I absolutely need to visit when making my triumphant return to Japan: wherever VIDEOGAMETOKYO is at stationed at that moment, to finally obtain this Salamander/Life Force sweatshirt...

I’ll probably want to also track down whatever pop-up GAMES GLORIOUS is at during my stay, cuz I’ve long been interested in their Sega Master System/Mark III button-up...

Along wit their SEGA HARD GIRLS shirt; even with the detail of the pattern handy, I still need a closer look...

I previously showcased Eri Kitamura's work a little over a year ago; nowadays, not only does she draw pretty girls on Game Boys, but pretty girls with Game Boys as well, which forms the basis of her zine GAME GIRL...

For those who haven't heard, the latest release from Data Discs is the soundtrack to Radiant Silvergun...

As for myself, I've recently begun collecting old Japanese 45s, and as @marosahi19 demonstrates, I won't have any trouble finding a copy of Takahashi “16 shots per second” Meijin hit single while in Tokyo later this weekend...

This is what it sounds like, btw...

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Hey, did I mention that I'm going to Japan? Cuz I am! Yup, the grand return is actually happening, again, in just a few days. Hence why part two of my holiday gift guide is so late. Anyhow, I'm also going to be on the lookout for the Famicom copy of Athena, cuz of the included bonus audio cassette (or I guess I could make an mp3 of Jeremy Parish's rip for YouTube)...

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But yeah, this blog post is way overdue; if I had filed it in time, perhaps there would have been enough of a heads up for my buddy Joe Simko's Good Nite Fortnite! card, which was available from Topps for just 24 hours (perhaps a card collector out there might have one for sale on eBay or something)...

It's also why I didn't get to mention in time that Retro-Ko had not just one, but two pink Hello Kitty Dreamcasts available (hopefully you saw my mention on Twitter, but more importantly, following @retro_ko will guarantee that you'll know when they next have three in stock)...

Remember my mention of Read-Only Memory's Sega Dreamcast: Collected Works from, gee, two years ago? Guess what; it's finally here...

Here's an old Dreamcast jacket from Cobles in mint condition. For those interested, make James Mielke an offer...

Back to the subject of Death Stranding; if you regret not picking up that game's Collector's Edition... or simply couldn't afford to... you can still carrying around a BB, so long as you attach him to your coat zipper or the like: @mxgicdave's FUNKY FETUS Acrylic Charm...

Guess what else is super fashionable? Japanese arcade cabs of course; anyone interested in @VVCollectiv's Astro City inspired pins & keychains should send them a DM...

This holiday season, show your Switch how much you truly care by finally giving it a pair of legs, courtesy of... am not sure, to be honest. The problem with Instagram these days is how everyone basically swipes content from everyone else; saw it here in case anyone’s interested...

Hey, remember that girl with that Sega Saturn on her head that I wrote about a few years ago as well? Well, these days she's making art & designing apparel...

And here's a closer look via @miaumiauzmiau's Twitter...

If you'd rather adorn your love for candy cabs on your wall and not on your body, then SURUDENISE can help with that, with this super spiffy print...

My wife & I are always looking to furnish the apartment with things that reflect both of our interests; for myself it’s video games & for Ashley it’s cats. So this PixelEyeBat print from The Yetee seems right up our alley…

Actually, we recently got something along those lines, which was acquired at Anime NYC from loststreetkat.com…

She also had this keychain, which we naturally had to get…

Full-disclosure: my original plan for part two of my holiday gift guide was going to be a round-up of all my fave findings at the show, but since time was running out… guess that’ll have to wait till 2020. Cuz one again, I’m going to be in Japan in just a few days!!!

Though one last thing: if none of the above works out for you, remember, there’s always Mercari...

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Unprofessional “Desperada” Recap

It’s been a day after “Desperada” aired and I decided to do a rewatch of this episode. I’ve watched it 3 times already and I’ve changed opinions about many scenes that initially made me mad so that’s why I’m doing a recap. Be prepared because it’s going to be a long one. It’s going to contain unprofessional, sometimes blurry screenshots, Luka praise and grammar mistakes but... let’s get to it.

- Lukanette in this episode was kinda ruined by how Marinette considered Luka her second chance choice. I know it's related to snake miraculous but still... My boi deserves better. Hell, MARINETTE deserves better than being written like that and those are main reasons why I was so pissed after watching "Desperada" for the first time

- girls (Alya, Alix and Mylene) are noticing Lukanette only now? I thought it was obvious that the chemistry is there - but also, I agree with their opinions with my whole heart

And I'm also starting to see that girls are getting tired of Marinette's obsession which Adrien which is understandable. They help her all the time trying to get her with the boy of her dreams and nothing happens. Yeah, I would be pushy and annoyed as well. But it makes me worried for one of next episodes which title I can’t remember but in the description it said that Marinette’s friends will be group akumatized because of something that Marinette is going to do.

- quality Adrigami right there - I need to double check correct episodes order (by production number) to be 100% sure but I'm convinced that this episode is before "Ikari Gozen" otherwise I don't see the reason why Kagami is so distant towards Marinette again. But I appreciate scenes with them, especially when they rebel against their overprotective, overcontrolling parents

- about this disastrous greeting Adrien and Kagami scene - it's not easy seeing your crush laughing and being comfortable with someone else and we see it on Marinette's face. And yet again she decides to interrupt it by getting in their space. Doing and saying stupid things because of her skyrocketing nerves caused by Adrien's presence. Without thinking leaving Luka’s side to run to her crush like she did a bad thing. During my first watching, I didn't notice just how nervous she was until everyone started to look at her after Kagami's comment implying Luka is Marinette's boyfriend, waiting for her reaction. We know that for most of the time Marinette is not doing well under the pressure from other characters and this scene is no exception to that. No wonder she messed up later too, being looked at from all sides makes you super nervous. I can sympathize with that

Also, wow, Kagami, you don’t need to cling that much to Adrien. It’s not like Marinette is gonna attack him or something.

- "he's just a friend" - Marinette, you're definitely spending too much time around Adrien. As the blond is doing the same with his feelings towards her vs. Ladybug, she openly denies her feelings for Luka despite having them. That's why she brushed off what Alya said and will continue to do that until she realizes it herself. It’s as if those two didn’t know that you can have multiple crushes on people

- Jagged/Anarka scene - there's some backstory here and I need to know more! I don't think it was just playing together in a band and there were some romantic feelings involved. Although I don't like the idea of Jagged being Juleka and Luka's father (that would be lame), it would definitely be an interesting plot to explore for the sake of Couffaine family story arc. Especially after seeing Anarka's steel refusal and Couffaine siblings being shocked that their mom was once working with their music idol

- Jagged having a soft spot for Marinette is still one of the cutest things ever. Mere concept of an international music star acting as a cool uncle for ordinary artist girl is awesome. I really like that he always seems to actually listen to what she has to say and doesn't treat her as a kid who don't know anything. And asking her if she knows some talented guitarists although he probably has lots of connections in the industry just proves how big that soft spot for her is. He visibly perked up at her sight and started playing happier melody!

- nominating Adrien for new guitarist disastrous scene - OH MY PLAGG, I don't know what to say about the scene everyone is talking about. This is definitely one big triggering scene and if I was annoyed at Marinette when she dropped Luka to greet Adrien earlier, this one made me: mad, sad, embarassed at the same time. Cringefest at its finest.

You know what I mean? Look at everyone’s reactions:

BRUH.

Plus:

Even Rose was shocked! Yeah, Rose who always seems to be in her own little world!

It made me regret that she didn't decide to give up on Adrien in "Puppeteer 2.0" (yeah, I know episodes are not in the order and it seems that "Desperada" is chronologically after that). I mean, girl, even being under the pressure is not gonna save you this time in my eyes. You had the right to be super nervous around your crush and babbling incoherently when you didn’t expect to see him but trying to impress him by recommending him for skills you know he doesn’t have? Your feelings for that boy are not healthy for you and you need to see that. If Adrien visibly has doubts and says he's more of a pianist AND JAGGED STONE HIMSELF IS QUESTIONING THAT CHOICE AND POINTS AT LUKA, it should give you a signal that you're not in your right senses. I really want live to the day that in one episode she finally realises that and will start to move on. I bet it will improve her character and relationships with everyone around her. And I can't believe that writers decided to include that scene - there were probably few different ways that this scene could go without making Marinette a fool blinded by her love.

And man, I was feeling so sad for Luka there. Being overlooked like that just because the girl he likes nominated a guy she loves when it's clear that he's not suited for the job must be hard to accept. And how does he manage to make me like him more every time he shows up? He handled that situation with levels of maturity he should teach main charactes about.

- Desperada - it was this rare kind of episodes when we didn't get akumatised character's backstory first, that's why sometimes I thought this episode had quicker pacing than usual. We got more information from the villain herself this time and it was a nice change of routine. Also, Desperada was so cool! Her design is absolutely fantastic (one of the best in the show imo), her powers were deadly, she had amazing voice and she was competent enough to create such a threat that it forced Ladybug and Chat Noir to reach for miraculous that could mess with time. And it wasn't obvious she could be this dangerous at first glance! The only thing I didn’t like about her is why she was akumatized - REALLY, JAGGED?! Come on, dude!

I would totally cosplay that if I wasn’t a complete disaster with instruments.

Her trumpets made funny noises when she shot from them, it cracked me up a little. And I need that guitar axe for... reasons...

- yo, Kagami proving she's worthy of dragon miraculous! She charged at Desperada without hesitation although she just met Anarka!

- Rose went through a surprising change in last two seasons - I never expected to see her do things like shielding someone from the villain. On second thought, she was protecting her dear Juleka so it shouldn’t be that surprising. But it is, at least for me.

- Marinette realised she wasn't in her right mind after all - well, better late than never, right? What Tikki said about her having a troubled heart - I want to believe it's something that will make her rethinking few things and will be a spark that will eventually ignite character development. I hate seeing her like this when she proved many times she’s better than that

- Lukadrien - you know, on one hand it's good to see two male love rivals being on good terms with each other (although I wonder how long it's going to last after Adrien gets to his senses regarding liking Marinette as more than JuSt A fRiEnD), on the other it's depressing when you look at how girls are treated, all hating each other (well, except Marinette and Kagami now). Why can't we have nice things... Also, Lukadrien was strong in this one.

- Luka proving he deserves to be a hero - it's not usual for civilians in this show to willingly put themselves in villain's path to help heroes but it's always appreciated when it happens if that civilian isn't hurt in the process. Luka managed to distract Desperada so that Ladybug could corporate a plan that helped trio to escape her.

- Ladybug, Adrien and Luka in sewers - so she gets the message to go to Master Fu for new miraculous, meanwhile we continue with Lukadrien scenes. They find a locker room for employees and Adrien finally can separate from Luka to transform into Chat Noir. I'm surprised that Luka didn't hear door opening and closing again despite being right next to it. Or maybe... he did since I suspect he knows Ladybug’s identity so him knowing Chat’s identity would be pretty funny.

- snake miraculous - Master Fu said that this miraculous is really powerful (duh) and must be used by wise person who can resist a temptation to abuse its power. Kinda foreshadowing for what's going to happen later, isn't it? I've got no idea how Marinette could think Adrien was suited to be a snake. It doesn't fit him at all. There must be other miraculouses in the box that would be more fitting for him. I need to do a research.

- Adrien gets his chance with Ladybug - well, he wasn't against the idea of her giving miraculous to Adrien despite his identity crisis (cue: “Onii-chan” and the scene where Chat Noir lands on the billboard with Adrien’s commercial on it). It's clear he didn't think about risking being discovered as Chat Noir and jumped in this train because he was blinded by the opportunity to finally get his Lady to love him as Adrien. After rewatching the episode I've changed my opinion about this moment and I think that it was somehow needed at this point in the show. It can be treated as a simulation what would happen if the reveal happened right now, when Adrien/Chat Noir is blinded by his love for Ladybug and Marinette/Ladybug is being blinded by her love for Adrien. And it does not end well.

I can't at Plagg when he realises that Adrien is going to use new miraculous offered by Ladybug so quickly and willingly. When PLAGG drops his usual behaviour and channels his inner TIkki by saying serious, wise things, you should know that this is a huge mistake, Adrien. Just look at his face:

And I suspect that Plagg has some history with Sass because it's not the first time he acts weird around snake kwami. Yet again, I want to know!

- Adrien is (temporary) a character with the highest amount of magic transformations - and, tbh, Aspik’s transformation wasn't very good. His suit looks weird in motion, although I understand choice with a cowl to not look similar to Chat Noir. But Aspik's final pose is so ridiculous it hurts - even Kim's wasn't at that level.

But maybe, it was another element that proved Adrien wasn't the right choice for snake miraculous.

Also, him acting oblivious to what kwami is and "What am I supposed to do?!" were priceless. Very subtle acting, Adrien. A+.

- blinded by love - this is the theme of this episode. But this time it was from both sides. We got used to it coming from Marinette in most episodes and fandom has made many creative works with how it could happen from Adrien's side, and we finally could see it in cannon. Since we know how it is with Marinette when it comes to Adrien, I'm going to focus more on him and Ladybug.

So Marinette as Ladybug makes mistake twice in this episode. This time with more serious repercussions since it concerns miraculous and success of the mission. Focusing more on giving miraculous to Adrien and his presence by her side, she isn't able to focus on defeating akuma at all.

She compliements him for the smallest things (like choosing his hero name), laugh at the joke that was so Chat Noir, looks at him all the time. She even went to that extreme as saying that they don't need Chat at all! BOI WASN’T HAPPY:

Ladybug has always been the responsible one and always puts the mission first. But here, she wasn't even caring for her own safety by checking her surroundings, something that you thought could never happen.

As for Adrien, he knew how powerful snake miraculous is. But because he prefered to woo Ladybug instead of eliminating akuma threat first, he failed to prove he was the right guy for the job as Aspik.

And failed miserably. I won't go as far as saying that he deserved to end up with PSTD syndrome after failing to save her so many times but if he was smarter, he could pull himself together much sooner and fix it without hurting. He had a tool that could cut his pain and suffering of losing Ladybug short. But his determination/obsession made him overlook that simple fact. I mean, dude, it took you THREE MONTHS to realise it's not working?! And what irked me is the fact that despite all those chances he had, he was still prioritizing flirting with Ladybug instead of defeating Desperada.

I'm sorry but after that confession, he lost another points in my eyes. Also, it showed that he is more like his father than we gave him credit for with that unhealthy determination to achieve his goal. It's downright scary.

But one good thing emerged from this horrible montage of his failures: Ladybug’s reaction to the reveal he’s Chat Noir. In spare of few seconds she went through all package of emotions - confusion, shock, bewilderment, comprehension, anger. It was delightful.

After thinking about it for some time, I came to a conclusion that this plot is kind of a warning from writers. We, as a fandom, want The Reveal to happen, some of us want it now, others (like me) don't want it fastforwarded and now I see why it's not a good idea. Adrien and Marinette are at that moment that both still have an unhealthy perception of love and their feelings are more like obsession. They're both putting other one on the pedestal as a person completely rid of flaws and ability to make mistakes. They have tunnel visions and don't see anything around but the person they love. So if they knew each others’ identities now when their feelings are in such underdeveloped stages, they would fail as superheroes because those feelings would got in the way. And it's something that they can't allow since Hawkmoth is getting stronger and is plotting something big. The message is clear: don't expect The Reveal to become cannon now because it's not the right moment.

But I'm not trying to give writers enough credit - at least, this time. I want to see characters learning from events that took place in this episode. I want to see them actually realise that their concept of love is flawed and decide to be better than they are right now. I want to see Love Square finally going somewhere rather than being constantly stuck in nowhere. That's why I have high hopes for the rest of season 3 and have big expectations from season 4 (because, if Love Square developing will happen, it's now or never).

Ok, let's continue.

- Sass - poor kwami was active for months, didn't get a snack, had a short break in the box and was summoned again very quickly (although refreshed). #letsassrest2019

- Luka being the chosen one - ok, as funny as it sounds, there's no better summary why Luka got snake miraculous in the end. When he reentered the scene, he witnessed some serious talk between Ladybug and Adrien, the latter obviously crying, both visibly down and disstressed and, blessed his soul, said he's glad that Adrien was found because he was worried (Lukadrien fans must have gone wild at that). Adrien looked at him and made this face:

The face of realization. Because, as he experienced, snake miraculous requires to be used wisely while keeping a cold head. Something that he couldn't do. And before him stood a guy who's really calm, collected but brave and caring (Adrien's words). Fortunately, Adrien didn't continue to pout but immediately suggested to Ladybug to give Luka a miraculous. After saying goodbye (with bittersweet Ladrien moment), Ladybug turned to confused Luka and it was his time to shine. And boiii, he shone alright! I mean, look at those majestic screenshots of his transformation:

Sidenote: this tranformation was probably the longest one but it could give Chloe a run for her money in fabulous department.

- new trio of Paris - and we got cool trio of superheroes to deal with Desperada (who was still laying down in sniper position on Eiffel Tower, lol) who were working very well together. Main duo was back in their game and overall I'm here for Chat Noir/Viperion bro ship.

- plan to take down Desperada - as I said earlier in the recap, Desperada didn't seem that threatening at first but she quickly showed that I was mistaken. It was no overexaggeration when Marinette said that there is no room for error with her because of variety of weapons she used. That's why they needed to plan their ambush from A to Z and that's why snake miraculous was better for this mission than, for example, rabbit miraculous. It's good that Viperion wasn't hit during those chances because they would be screwed and Hawkmoth would probably win.

As I predicted, Viperion needed considerably less time to figure out how to get the upper hand in the fight. And although it was strange that both Ladybug and Chat Noir struggled more than usual with defeating an akuma, it was nice seeing other hero forming a plan in the meantime.

Now I wonder if Viperion's lyre has the function to distract opponents with its melody or it was the fact that Desperada was just sensitive for hearing music in general. Also, lyre can be used in other ways:

- I need a confirmation that those two are officially together (and Fang is their pet)! Pleeeeaaaaaseeeee!

- Vivica is so cute! And I love that heroes always do "pound it" next to confused victims

Luka is so freaking tall here! And I thought that Adrien got taller this season! He looks so small compared to Viperion!

- oh yeah, with that look he gave her, it's pretty much confirmed that Luka knows Marinette is Ladybug. Otherwise it wouldn't be shown like that.

- Kagami giving Marinette an opening for fair rivalry is something you don't see everyday. Kagami encourages her to make up her mind with all that Adrien-Luka thing - another motivation for Marinette to push her character development ahead.

Alya chimes in saying that boys also have to decide. We know what Luka thinks but Adrien still needs more time to clarify that. And waiting for that is going to kill us all.

So that’s all, folks! TL;DR, thanks for coming to my ML Talk! Man, why am I doing these only when an episode creates a lot of fandom salt?

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #season 3 #desperada #episode recap #let's discuss #aspik #viperion #kagami tsurugi #marinette dupain cheng

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At the beginning of 2019, I mentioned I would keep track of every game I finished, and sum up my thoughts on all of them at the end of the year. And now I’m half regretting it because I’m gonna have to write out a short summary for each of these games. Oh well. You’ll be able to find all of them under the Read More, if you’re interested. Will be including an arbitrary score next to each game based on how much I enjoyed them.

Just some fun numbers before we jump in to the meat of the post- In 2019, I beat a total of 41 games. That’s an average of 3.41 games per month, which actually isn’t too bad of a rate!

Super Smash Bros. Ultimate (5/5) 100% complete! Beaten twice! Without doubt, the best Smash game yet. You didn’t need me to tell you this- if you’ve got a Switch, then you’ve probably got Smash.

Bayonetta (4/5) A classic character action game, and an immense source of nostalgia for me. Play this game or I’ll break your knees.

Bayonetta 2 (4/5) I actually went into this game with low expectations, I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as the first game. Fortunately I was stupid and wrong and ended up loving it just as much as Bayo1.

Splatoon 2 (3/5) The story wasn’t particularly the most enjoyable thing ever, although I did sink a pretty decent amount of time into the multiplayer. Still not my go-to game if I’m looking for a quick match.

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild (4/5) It was enjoyable, although kinda started dragging on towards the end. The side content started feeling very repetitive, especially the shrines- but it was still a genuinely great time.

DOOM (2016) (3/5) I raged a wee bit, gonna admit. Although it was fun, I had a lot of frustrations with the late game.

Cthon (3/5) Doom, but a Lovecraftian roguelike. I’d recommend picking it up on Steam, it’s only USD$4.99 regularly, and USD$1.69 during the Steam sale currently going on.

Fire Emblem: Awakening (4/5) I suck at strategy games because I’m a smoothbrain, but FE:A is totally one of the best 3DS games ever released. Lucina is my daughter and the story made me cry.

Hyrule Warriors: Definitive Edition (2/5) I already played the 3DS version, and went into the DE expecting it to be a bit more enjoyable- and while it was, I did find myself getting bored rather quickly.

The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind (5/5) The best TES game ever released according to many fans. While I do still prefer Skyrim more, I can see exactly why so many love it. Planning on returning to do the DLCs soon.

Night in the Woods (4/5) I hate story-centric games, but I liked NITW a lot. The exploration was nice, seeing the town change day-to-day was nice, and the ending was freaky in a good way

Warhammer: Vermintide 2 (4/5) An incredibly fun game, very similar to Left 4 Dead but fantasy themed and with rat monsters. Launched my obsession with the Skaven.

Fallout 3 (2/5) Yeah just play New Vegas instead mate.

Assassin’s Creed IV: Black Flag (3/5) If you separate it from the rest of the relatively mediocre AC series, Black Flag is pretty gud. I like being a pirate. I don’t like tailing missions. I really don’t like ship tailing missions.

Ib (3/5) I played this game a few times through during my obsession with RPGMaker horror games. Still holds up pretty strong, although it’s a wee bit short.

Amorous (3/5) 100% complete! Yeah it’s just a lewd furry dating sim. Does have a decent character maker that I use as a reference for my fursona now though!

Way of the Samurai 3 (4/5) I don’t know why this game slipped under everyone’s radar back on release. Just overall a very Nice samurai simulator, albeit with some combat that takes some getting used to.

Monster Hunter Generations Ultimate (5/5) The best MonHun released yet. World is great, but for some reason it just doesn’t hold me like GU does. Maybe I’m just a boomer.

Super Mario Odyssey (3/5) It’s definitely what you’d expect out of Mario. Not a bad game by any means, but I just didn’t really keep attached to it like most others seemed to.

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney (4/5) I like being a lawyer, and I love the serotonin rush that I get when cornering a criminal on their logic.

Resident Evil 7 biohazard (4/5) The first RE game I’ve played to completion. I don’t regret it at all, because it was super good. Got some great DLC as well.

SoulCalibur VI (Libra of Soul + Soul Chronicle) (4/5) Loved the character creation, loved gitting gud- did not love some of the side missions in LoS because holy Hell a lot of them are bullshit.

Borderlands 2 (4/5) I hated the first Borderlands, and went into 2 expecting more of the same. Ended up leaving surprisingly satisfied. Great loot n’ shoot all around.

Deus Ex: Game of the Year Edition (4/5) It took me a few tries to really get into this one, but once I did I was totally hooked. The ending battle could’ve used a little more love, but it was still by all means a great game.

Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines (4/5) Despite being a clearly rushed game with a drop in quality towards the last few hours, VtmB is still one of the most solid action RPGs I’ve ever played. Still not exactly gonna excuse the last couple of boss battles though.

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc (5/5) This went from “tumblr meme game that I had no interest in” to “one of the best fucking games I have ever played, and it hurt me deeply.” I don’t think I’ve ever been so invested in a story before, and the trial system was very refreshing.

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair (5/5) How did they make a story with twists even more mindblowing than the first game? While THH invested me into the series, GD solidified my newfound love for it.

Which (3/5) 100% complete! A very short experimental horror game by indie animator and developer Mike Inel. Not bad at all, and completely worth the free download.

Skullgirls: 2nd Encore (3/5) I never really got good at this game, although the story mode was still very enjoyable. Not particularly something I’m probably gonna be coming back to.

Hollow Knight (5/5) Absolutely spectacular Metroidvania that gives quite a unique challenge. Fell in love with this game so bad that I was constantly thinking about it at work. Please stop comparing it to Dark Souls, it’s such an amazing game on its own merit without needing that comparison.

Undertale (5/5) It’s Undertale, do you really need me to tell you how amazing it is?

Devil May Cry 3 (Dante story) (4/5) Extremely fun and challenging. If you haven’t played this game yet then you are wrong. Beating the first Vergil battle without being hit filled me with very unneeded confidence- the spectacular final battle against Vergil stripped that confidence away.

Ion Fury (3/5) Very challenging, but still super enjoyable. The heroine is a genuine badass, loved hearing her quips. The final boss was garbo though.

Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice (5/5) Sekiro absolutely deserved the GOTY award. Loved the combat, loved the challenge, loved everything about this beautiful game.

Dragon Quest XI S: Echoes of an Elusive Age Definitive Edition (5/5) DQXI singlehandedly changed my opinion on JRPGs. A story that’s equal parts awesome and tearjerking, combat that feels truly satisfying, and a quirky world that had me hooked for all 98+ hours.

Danganronpa Another Story: Ultra Despair Girls (4/5) While it absolutely was a good game, something about it didn’t really hold the charm that the other Danganronpa games had. The story was still superb, and the twist at the end was hooh.

Spyro the Dragon (3/5) 120% complete! The nostalgia factor drew me in, the level design kept me. Except for Tree Tops, fuck you Tree Tops.

WarioWare Gold (3/5) Packed with the best microgames from WarioWare’s history, but not enough content to keep me there past the main story mode.

Metal Gear Solid: Snake Eater 3D (3/5) MGS3 is one of my favorite games ever, but the 3DS port’s framerate issues really killed the fun for me.

Halo: Reach (4/5) The story mode was good, but the multiplayer was absolutely sublime. I raged, I cheered, I had the fun I missed out on growing up without an Xbox.

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Prom Queen (Jeremy Heere x Reader Pt 20)

Song: Prom Queen by Catie Turner

Word Count: 2629

Need to Catch Up? Again, everything is linked in my masterlist because Tumblr is being silly about links!

A/N: Please enjoy this new installment! I’ve been working hard on making sure that this piece is wonderful, and actually over a year ago, I started writing and rewriting this piece! I am so happy with how far it’s come and the support on it is amazing!! Thank you so much!

Taglist: @retrogarden @be-more-heidi-hansen @scarsonthecuffsofyourjeans @catatonic-kuragin @bluhimaweirdo @stargirl-murphy

Trigger Warnings: Jeremy self depreciating, mentions of alcohol, extreme concern, mentions of an abusive boyfriend, mentions of traumas happening to a main character, mentions of the SQUIP, if I MISSED ANYTHING LET ME KNOW

Jeremy reaches his hand out, shaking as he tries to move the cursor away from the piece of media. He stops. Sharply, quickly, he shuts his laptop and casts it aside. Rolling over, the tears that had been forming in his eyes now spill down his cheeks. He can feel his legs contracting, toes curling so hard that his muscles begin to hurt, hands gripping the blanket. You were okay. You had to be okay.

Right?

It’s been two weeks since Jeremy had packed up his entire room with Michael and landed himself back at home, in his own room, with his own bed, and his own bathroom. The change had been sudden, weird, foreign to him. There was a though as he had looked at his house—a simple one, a new one: I don’t live here anymore, do I?. As the bags rolled up and into the house, Jeremy felt himself hesitate, like the world had stopped for a second to allow him to just take everything in. Sure, he was happy to be back and see his friends, but he missed some of the people that he’d met at school. He missed being able to have explicit conversations at Michael at literally any time of the day, the 3 AM Super Smash Bros. battles on a random Tuesday. All of this even before he’d stepped into the house that he’d come to know so well. It was weird, frightening almost.

But that melted away when he set up his room and finally got things unpacked. Once everything had its place once again, it felt normal again. It had taken him a week to do that, and the second he finished, Brooke texted the group chat and asked about having a get together while Jake was still in town on vacation before his job started back up again—owning two places as an independent student wasn’t practical, so he just chose to move to the town his college was in and get a job there. He’d only be in town for a week or two, so this event would be important. It would be the only time that the group would see him before their own semesters restarted in four months.

Within the hour, it’s decided: a bonfire in Brooke’s large country backyard. The weather was finally warm enough to actually enjoy Summer activities, rather than just dream about them in the middle of class—Brooke’s words, not his. But the ability to wear a t-shirt with no coat was definitely a liberating feeling. And so it was planned. The date was set, Jake was free, and Jeremy snapped back into reality as he looked around at the done-up backyard that Brooke obviously put time into.

He glances around at the golden lights above his head, the ones from Target that are as big as your fist. The department store called them “patio lights”, but Brooke had just strung them overhead on just part of her large yard, wrapping around beams, and making what would be soon twilight calming, despite the loudness of conversations and people. Within minutes after everyone arrived, the fire was started—safely—and the party officially started. Jeremy kicked the dirt and the lemonade in his cup swished before going back to its static state.

For the safety of everyone driving, Jake mainly, who’d have to drive two hours back the next day, no alcohol was served. It just made things easier for everyone, alcohol had too many reasons to it, too many bad memories, and was too social in such a way that if one person had a drink, it’d be awkward for everyone else and visa versa. But that didn’t mean there weren’t options. There was soda, lemonade, pink lemonade, juice, and water. Of course, you could also mix different drinks together to create something new, which apparently Rich liked to do, because that’s what Jeremy ended up with after he’d asked “can you get me something to drink?”

It wasn’t a bad taste, it was just different. He’d asked for no caffeine, shockingly, because it was late and he kinda wanted to sleep that night. And Rich had kept his promise not to do that. He wasn’t going to intentionally go against someone’s wishes for no reason—that was dick move he’d been done with for almost 2 years now.

A breeze goes by, and for the first time in months, it feels good. It’s a cool 65, warm enough to wear a t-shirt and jeans, but not get cold when the breeze does hit you. The sun continues to set and the area goes from the golden that Jeremy envied and avoided so much to the darker hues of blue around him. The lights in the larger country house go on, the little kitchen window overlooking the backyard now prominent against the forest behind the party. As Jeremy zones out of conversation, he can feel heat in his chest—he missed this. He’d missed his friends, missed the get togethers, and while he really loved having people on his college campus that didn’t know anything about his junior year, he liked having people that he could relate to. He liked having a support group that didn’t need words to operate, but knew just by your actions what was happening. He enjoyed the way that he relaxed around the group, the way that everything seemed to click. No one was alone in the group, unless that person asked to be alone. He liked it. College was spent alone usually, this was…nice was the best word he could come up with.

Daisy runs through the party and stops at Jeremy. He can’t help a smile as he leans down and pets the yellow lab, her face reflecting the smile. The dog pants and enjoys the pets she gets before dashing off to a new part of the yard, chasing or following or doing something sweet that big dogs do. His heart swelled as she did so. Jeremy wasn’t sure why, but big dogs had such a soft spot in his heart. With a fluid motion, Jeremy decides to actually socialize with the people around him. His lemonade concoction swishes as he walks, and he’s careful to not spill it on himself or onto the ground. Jeremy decides to join the group of Chloe and Jenna; it’d been a while since he spoke to either of them, probably since around the holidays.

He joins in at the seemingly wrong time: Jenna’s talking about her social work classes for her major and prelaw track. She’s smart, she’s confident, and the prelaw track was unexpected, but it suits her. The information she now stores in her head is to indefinitely help people instead of using it in the snake-like way she once did. While not the social butterfly in high school, Jenna sure seems to be one in college. Good for her.

There’s an exchange on conversation, shifting to Chloe’s interest in design. She’d been debating on which design for a while, but was now narrowed down to two different kinds: textile or interior. Jeremy was sure she’d choose interior. Chloe continued to talk on, but Jeremy couldn’t pay attention to her. The things she was saying were interesting, and he’d remember the silly facts later when talking to her. He knew how much Chloe loved to talk about design and creating—he’d get the spiel later.

No, instead, something felt off. There was something ominous about the Summertime for some reason. It felt like something was missing, like there was a loose connection somewhere. It had happened before, but nothing this strong, this out of place. It was that feeling you get when first starting a horror game. That edge, that something’s wrong but I don’t know what feeling. He kicks the dirt once again, lemonade drink clonking against the sides of the cup. This time, the drink doesn’t matter, the ground is just dirt, everything just felt like shapes. Fuck, maybe Night in the Woods had gotten to him too much. It wasn’t the same kind of shapes, though. It just…everything mattered to him, but the shapes persisted around him as the feeling kept haunting him.

As a distraction, he looks at the road and the neighbor’s house across the street. It’s a wooden house, and seems to only be stained and not painted. There are shutters, but Jeremy doesn’t notice them right away. It’s almost like a much larger version of a cottage in the woods. Instead, this is in an almost field area, out in the country but not owning any land for farming. It doesn’t matter. Jeremy can’t shake the feeling that there’s something odd. The air felt different, his mind is thinking about what that one thing is. He’s too distracted for a distraction.

Another breeze passes through, and Jeremy gets a chill this time as the leaves begin applauding the night. But instead of being set back into the present, Jeremy is escorted to the past. He can remember the wooden bench, the white paint, the architecture, the light in the octagon in the center of the roof, the that he—stop. It’s a command to himself. He can’t think about you. He can’t have the memories that include his senses happen here, not now. That would ruin the night, he’d have to go home, and not by himself. There’s no possible way to operate a car while his brain is giving him flashes, beautiful moments he’d shared with you—the way you’d clutched that coffee mug in the café, the way you’d been so afraid of everything, except, for the most part, him. The way you’d fallen asleep against the window of his car as he drove you home that first night, the Instagram posts, the moments of reluctancy, how everything came crashing down during one of the longest nights of Jeremy’s life. But he couldn’t start thinking about you now. He couldn’t think about the butterfly effect, the evidence that screams at him that you’re not okay or even worse.

Now is not the moment to think about that. Those times usually end in him playing the switch until 4 in the morning, trying to rid his head of you. All anyone had to do was ask Michael about it, he’d been the one to tell Jeremy to save for fuck’s sake and go to bed. Jeremy shakes his head of those thoughts, eyes searching for Michael around the yard, but fuck, he must be hallucinating because Michael isn’t anywhere to be found. Plan B: look for Rich.

But as soon as Jeremy’s eyes scan for Rich, he can’t spy that usually easy to spot red streak that Rich had kept so nicely. It was a trademark at this point, but not being able to find the trademark was terrifying. It was at this moment that Jeremy had to find someone who could just distract him until he could find one or both of them. And that’s when the conversation at hand seemed perfect for him. Jenna’s studies were interesting, an easy distraction was laid right in front of him. So he tuned in for a bit, but his brain was only retaining little information. The conversation had turned to white noise long ago, and his hand gripped the cup in his hand, knuckles turning white from forcing himself to attempt to be calm for just long enough to pass off that things were at least okay.

His eyes finally fix on the forest that surrounds the backyard, calming trees standing proudly against the golden light from the house and string lights above them. The yellowish glow gave the scene a heavenly glow. How ironic. As the darkness continued to seep into the area, the backs of the forest better fit Jeremy’s mood. On the surface, it was light, it was easy, like the beginning of Oxenfree. But underneath, everything felt dark, something was ominous, something was missing. With that thought, Jeremy realized just how destructive to himself he was being. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about you or trying to avoid thinking about you. Wikihow was right, he shouldn’t focus on forgetting you, he should just let things happen, let thoughts happen, and not dwell on them. It was easier to stop thinking about something when you aren’t trying to actively stop thinking about it. And the logic of it made sense, it’s just much easier said than done.

So his eyes refocus on the people around him, the sky, the idea of this chill party-turned bonfire and how nice it was to see everyone again. He thought about the moments before, the plans he had afterwards, but Michael had been weird about that. They usually played games after get togethers with all of their friends, but Michael had bailed this time, claiming that Jeremy probably wouldn’t want to. It was an odd excuse, and gave Jeremy that same feeling that he’d been feeling all night—and that was it. That was why everything was so odd, so weird, and of course reintegrating yourself back into your hometown is a weird feeling by itself, because again, Jeremy definitely felt like he’d moved. With a swish of his drink, Jeremy hears footsteps growing closer and the chain link fence to keep the dogs in click open.

With a quick assumption, Jeremy assumes that it’s just Jake or Rich or something coming back from getting more ice. It wasn’t warm, but the ice was melting like it was. He supposed that the breeze couldn’t cool it down—god that was a dumb joke. But it didn’t matter. He didn’t say it out loud. Jeremy blinks, and finally he’s able to focus on the conversation again.

But the minute that he’s ready to contribute to the conversation, Chloe and Jenna had backed away a little bit, sitting near the outskirts of the yard as they look at him. Jeremy gives a shrug, a confused look, before noticing that almost everyone had backed away from him and were talking quietly. He whips his head around and locks eyes with Christine. She smiles wide, wider than he’s seen all night, and she gives him a nod before taking another sip of whatever she’s drinking. Panic starts to spread around Jeremy, worried that this was a prank. Was someone about to spill water onto him? Where was Michael, and more importantly, where was Rich? Would they need Mountain Dew Red? Had things gotten bad again? Was that the reason behind the rude prank that he was sure was going to happen?

With another second, Jeremy spots the trademark; Rich’s red streak. He’s sipping his drink, almost trying to hide the large smile on his face. Now that Jeremy notices, everyone is following suit. They all have this playful look in their eyes, almost like he was again—about to be completely punk’d by Michael Mell himself. And then, almost all at once, everyone is telling him to turn around. But he’s not falling for that, he’s not falling for Michael standing right behind him to scare him. No way, not again. Finally, there’s a sound that Jeremy can hear.

“Jeremy?”

It’s from behind him, and he recognizes Michael’s voice. Tensing and almost preparing for the worst, Jeremy starts speaking, justifying his reasoning as he does so: “Michael, I swear to god if you’re—”

And then everything stops. Jeremy’s brain stopped functioning, worse than it had in months. His mouth hung open, drink dropped and now spilling onto the dirt. If it was seeping onto his shoes, Jeremy sure as hell didn’t notice. He wasn’t even sure if he was breathing as Michael stepped out of his line of sight. Jeremy can feel his mouth dry, his hands get sweaty, mind running fast enough that every motion that he’d done felt like a million years long. He wanted to say something, he prayed for something coherent and at least kind of smart to say, something that would be perfect, new, and beautiful. Something that captured everything that had been happening, but it didn’t matter. The silence was filled soon enough.

“Hey.”

It was you.

#Jeremy Heere x reader #jeremy heere imagine #bmc x reader #bmc imagine #be more chill x reader #be more chill imagine

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CHARACTER SPOTLIGHT

ADDISON WOODS, P 1

Requested by @zoophobiapika

For anyone who does not know what this is, Character Spotlight 1 is where I criticized how a specified character is written. Part 2 is where I analyze the character and make predictions. Also, I'm doing these in a slightly different format, so if you see me redo my Damian character spotlight, don't be surprised (plus I'm not proud of that one). I am also specifically criticizing how the character is written. I'm no expert when it comes to art, so if you'd like a critique on his design, I'd recommend bugging @rzphhs.

Zoophobia belongs to our fandom's Lord and savior, Vivziepop. This, however, is not a critique of her CURRENT writing skills. Not sure if you noticed, but zoophobia is kinda old. The reason I'm doing this is because I believe that when we analyze stories we love and find flaws within them, we can find ways to improve our own writing. I do not hate Vivziepop, and this is not meant as an attack. Also, you're free to disagree with me. I'm not some godly figure who's always correct. However, I ask that any comments remain civil. If any arguments or whatever break out over this, Imma Chase some bitches with a pool noodle. We good? Let's go.

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" BREAKING NEWS. LOCAL CANADIAN HAS DECIDED TO ONCE AGAIN TALK BAD ABOUT AN INCREDIBLY CUTE CHARACTER! IF YOU HAVE SEEN THIS INDIVIDUAL REPORT THEM TO THE DEPARTMENT OF WHOGIVESAFUCK AND TURN THEM IN IMMEDIATELY. THIS PERSON WAS LAST SEEN ROBBING A STARBUCKS, WHICH YOU'D THINK WOULD BE A BIGGER CRIME, BUT HEY, WE ALL KNOW WHAT TAKES PRIORITY! "

Oh what a lovely day. I haven't slept all night, and I have ammonia or something. Lovely. What a perfect time to talk about a fictional character. Look, if it's any comfort to the fan girls who come across this, part 2 will have me being more of a fan than a critic. Just bare with me for this, and if worse comes to worse, blame Pika.

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As per usual, let's get started with some criticism I don't agree with.

Addison looks like a girl

Alright, first of all, don't read my stories. Second, maybe this is because I live in Canada where the need for equality is pounded into your head every other hour, but...yeah? Dudes can look girly. Have you never seen a girly guy before? If so, how? Now, I'm aware that some people have an issue with this because Addi is gay, and girly gays are a common trope when gays are presented in media. While yes, this is true, Addi being a sort of trope isn't necessarily a bad thing. A trope-y character can still be written well and be entertaining. Besides, it's been said that all original ideas have been done before, so good luck trying to ever find a 100% original character anywhere.

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That's about all, but before I tear this character limb from limb, I'd like to go over things I DO like about this character.

He was ok in chapter 3

Yeah, he had problems there too, like when he just stood around and had little to no reaction to his bff turning into a mini cuthulu, but those are not problems exclusive to Addi. He didn't stand out much, per say, but what we got wasn't terrible. His banter with others was fine and even funny at some points.

He has a character motivation

Yeah, his goal to find love is a boring one, but unlike some of our other important characters, he actually has one.

He might be more interesting in the future

Addison is basically an artificial life form created by Xirxene, and not only is Xirxen after him, if Vivz still goes with this concept in the reboot, he apparently has mad sword skills yo, a dark side called Adder, and can summon two giant ass snakes. If that concept is still going to be used, then hell yeah, I'm down for that shit

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Now the moment we've been waiting for. What do I have against Addi? Why do I find him annoying as a critic of zp? Grab a cup of maple syrup, because this'll be a doozy. I'll order my issues from least bothersome to the most.

His relationship with Gustav

Ok, I think we can all agree that this relationship was poorly done. While I myself have no problems with this pairing, the way Vivz had them come together was shit. Gustav looks like a pedo creep hitting on a student, and Addi looks like an idiot as he just lets Gustav insult one of his friends. Their relationship is hasty, and the only apparent attraction they have for each other is their looks (and Addi looking like a 12 year old doesn't really help Gustav's pedo case. Don't worry, any concerned readers, there isn't any pedophilia going on. Addi has apparently been aged up to 17, and Gustav is 19)

Just to clarify, hasty relationships in stories aren't in themselves a bad thing. This could serve as a reflection on both the characters. Perhaps they fall in love easily. Perhaps their just the type of people who'd do these sorts of things. The problem here is that Addi is the only one of the two who seems like he'd do this. It's stated by Dame (who could be hyperbolising here for all we know ) that Addi throws himself at guys very often. Gustav, however, doesn't seem to have anything about him that'd suggest he'd be down for dating someone he just met.

You know how this relationship could be fixed? Gustav is 19, so he would've graduated only a year or so ago. So, have him and Addi be old friends who hung out before Gustav graduated. Perhaps have them have an attraction to each other that was initially waved off by Gustav at first, but now he's back, he might be interested now. Also, have them be attracted to each other for more then just looks. Perhaps they respect each other's talents, perhaps they have similar interests. That'd make their relationship a little more believable.

His personality

You know, in all my time spent in the zp fan base, I've noticed that the majority of Addi fans like him because he's cute. Not because of his personality. Just because he's cute. I mean, I don't entirely blame them for focusing on his appearance more because his personality. .....woof.

Zoophobiacomic.com describes his personality as the following;

" Addison likes to keep to himself and spends most of his time working in the Art Wing. While he doesn’t often open up to others and can sometimes hide away an air of elitism, he has developed a close friendship with his classmates Damian and Sahara. Their outward energy and enthusiasm has begun to counteract Addison’s typically introverted nature"

So he's shy, and a bit of an elitist, and he's slowly becoming more self confident. Ok.....now let's look at what the comic itself presents us. For one thing, he's surprising sassy, especially in ch3, not just to Dame, but to Leeson the crazy priest as well. He's also surprisingly self centered. Look at how he reacts to Dame being a shit to other people compared to how he reacts to Dame being a shit to him. Orchestrating an event that gets your cousin set on fire? That's ok. Preventing Addi from going on a date? That bastard! He doesn't even seem to care when Gustav insults one of his best friends. He also doesn't show any regret about attacking Mackenzie. Him having these traits aren't a problem, but this raises a bit of a concern for me since I don't think this is the impression we're supposed to get from his character.

His dumbass decisions

Yes Addison, go off on a date with some sexy random dude when there's an entire organization after you and you have no way of defending yourself. 10/10. 100/100. A+. Gold Star, Gud Job, Perfect Logic, Go buy a colouring book you infant!

His PTSD

Let me get one thing strsight (so at least one thing in this post isn't gay af), I don't have an issue with him having PTSD. My problem is how it's handled. The story acts like Addi attacking Mackenzie is just peachy keen because it was triggered by his ptsd. Except guess what? It isn't.

I'm going to be honest, I (someone with more then one handicap) hate it when those with disabilities are treated like babies, and The world must conform to their needs, and nothing is their fault because mashed potatoes. Look, a handicap can affect how you live your life, but it doesn't mean you get a free ticket to easy street. If anything, your life gets harder. And guess what? People babying you and pretending that your disability prevents you from any fault DOESN'T HELP. IT MAKES YOU WORSE. I'll use one of my own handicaps as an example. I have Auditory Processing Disorder. One symptom is that I can't hear myself, do I often talk incredibly loudly without realising it. Now imagine I went through life always yelling because no one told me to take it down a peg. Soon, yelling would become a habit, and it'd be a much harder problem to fix.

You guys starting to realize why other characters acting like Addi did nothing wrong bothers me? That's not how you react when someone with a disability does something like Addi does. It also makes me concerned that the comic will continue down the route of "oh, he has a disorder, so he's not really at fault ", excusing various bad things Addi does on his PTSD.

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So now I've typed out enough words to rewrite the American constitution, I'll end it here. Thank you for reading, and tell me what you think. If you'd like to see me critique another character like this, feel free to request it.

I apologize for wasting your time.

-ATOUN

#zoophobia #zoophobia addison #zoophobia critique #zp #vivzmind

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Love Drunk (Chapter 3)

chapter 3: those who fail to learn

A/N: just to be safe, trigger warning for slight drug use and panic attacks. also, this is going to be split into three different parts, so I hope you enjoy. Wattpad is ayyocabello :)

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A year and a half ago.

Camila took her usual seat in the middle row of the lecture room and deposited her bag on the desk beside her. It was still relatively early; class didn’t start for another forty minutes, but Camila was incredibly meticulous about being on time when it came to school.

She rummaged through her—insanely cluttered—bag to find her notebook and a pencil. Triumphantly, she locates the correct notebook, but is still struggling to find a pencil.

Annoyance flares up in her chest when she still can’t find the damn pencil, “Where the fu—”

She’s startled out of her fight with the bag when a male hand holds out a pen in front of her face.

“Here, you can borrow my pen. By the looks of it, you must need it,” His lips are curved into a smile as he had obviously witnessed Camila’s struggle.

“I was trying to find a pencil, but thanks,” She murmurs out embarrassedly. Carefully plucking it from his fingers, she opens her notebook to a blank page and scribbles something on top of it.

The boy motions to the desk next to her, “Mind if I sit here?”

Camila hesitates for a moment and then shakes her head. It’s not like her answer really matters, he’ll probably sit there anyways.

But maybe he’ll leave her alone if she says yes.

He slips into the seat and continues to eye the flustered girl beside him. “So, you always here this early or are you just excited for this particular lecture today?”

Guess not.

Camila can’t help the blush the creeps up on her cheeks. “I take my education very seriously.”

“As you should,” He smirks at her again and her blush deepens. When he twists his body in the seat so he’s facing Camila, she knows the conversation isn’t going to end any time soon. “So,” He starts again, “I’ve seen you around a lot, and we have this class together, but we’ve never talked.”

“And?” It comes out a little harsher than intended.

Her tone doesn’t dispel the boy, instead he flashes her another charming smile, “And I think you’re cute. I also wanted to know your name. I’m Mason.”

That damn blush is back, and Camila nervously picks at her sweater sleeves. “Camila.”

“Cute,” Mason says simply. “Now, how would you like to accompany me on a date, Camila?”

“Uhm, I—I don’t know.”

“Aw,” He juts his bottom lip out in a pouting manner, “How about this Friday?”

“I’m working, sorry.”

“Saturday?”

“You’re really persistent, aren’t you?”

“I wouldn’t have to be if you’d say yes.”

Camila rubs her temples and relents, “Fine.”

Mason pumps a fist in the air dramatically—Camila can’t bite back her laugh—and takes his phone out to pull up the contact page.

She types her info in and hands the device back to him.

A sly smile graces his features and his hazel eyes narrow at the girl. “Didn’t give me a fake number, did you?”

Camila places a hand against her chest in mock offense. “You pretty much annoy me into going on a date with you, and then have the nerve to think I’d give you a fake number? How rude.”

Mason throws his head back and laughs loudly; the sound echoes off the walls of the empty lecture room. “I love a girl with a sense of humor.”

Camila rolls her eyes and laughs along with him. “I’m glad I can amuse you.”

“I bet you’ve got more up your sleeve,” He holds a hand up to halt her. “One sec.” Camila hears a camera shutter clicking as the boy takes a picture of himself. He taps on the screen a couple more times before he puts his phone on the desk. “Okay.”

Her phone vibrates in her pocket and when she opens the message from the number she knows is Mason’s, she scoffs. He’s sent her the selfie he just took.

“Wow, thanks for that,” She says sarcastically.

“You’re so welcome. Now you have a contact photo for me.” He winks at her and stands up. “I’m gonna dip out now, I’ll text you about the details of our date later.”

Camila’s eyebrows furrow, “Wait, why are you leaving? The lecture is starting soon.”

“The lecture was cancelled today,” He winks at her again. “Don’t you ever read your school email?”

“Cancelled?” Her eyes widen in disbelief. “Wait, so why are you here then?”

“I just came to save you from embarrassment.”

She continues to stare at him blankly, silently asking him to elaborate further.

“I came in to study a bit before the lecture started, but then I read the email saying it was cancelled. Professor just didn’t feel like showing up, I guess. I saw you come in here, though. It was the perfect opportunity and I couldn’t pass it up.”

The words sink in slowly and she doesn’t know how to feel.

“See you, Camila.” Then, he’s out the door and she’s alone again.

“For fucks sake,” She grumbles into the empty air as she shoves her shit back into her bag and storms out into the hallway.

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Mason makes a better impression on the night he picks Camila up for their first date. It just so happened to be on the wrong person.

Dinah chose to hang around, so she could meet the guy that finally got Camila to 'unstick her ass from the couch and turn off that god damn TV for once in her life.’

And Camila wants to be offended. She really does.

But instead, she laughs because it’s true.

When Mason’s Jeep finally pulls into the driveway, Dinah has prepared herself for the assault. Camila gives her a pleading look as he strides to the door.

“Don’t embarrass me, Dinah Jane,” She manages to grit out before she swings the door open to greet him. Dinah sticks her tongue out at the Latina, silently accepting her challenge.

“Camila!” He exclaims cheerily, while looking her up and down. “You look great.”

Oh, god. Here comes the blushing again. “Thanks, Mason. You look nice too.” Camila steps aside to let him in.

Dinah studies the boy intently before she introduces herself. “Hi, I’m Dinah Jane. I’m Mila’s roommate and best friend.”

He shakes her hand and smiles. “Pleasure to meet you, I’m Mason.”

“Nice to meet you, too. Now if you could just take a seat real quick,” She gestures to the couch, where a piece of paper is taped to the cushion with the words ’Dinah Jane’s hot seat’ scribbled in sharpie, “We can get started.”

Camila does a double take. How did she not notice that before?

“Dinah…” Camila starts to warn. Mason shakes his head at her.

“It’s okay, Mila,” He teases as he saunters past her. When he sits on the designated cushion, Dinah whips out a stack of flash cards.

An entire stack of flashcards.

When the hell did she have time to do this, Camila thinks.

“Okay, so first off,” Dinah thumbs through the cards. “What kind of grades do you get, Mason?”

“I have a B average,” Mason answers seriously. It’s so serious, it’s almost laughable.

Dinah nods her head in approval, “Great, great,” She flips to the next card. “Now, do you have a job?”

“I work at a car shop, I’m a mechanic. My dad taught me when I was younger.”

Dinah nods again. Camila’s face is so red at this point they might as well slap her on a plate and serve her with a side of butter.

This continues for at least another ten more minutes—Dinah’s somewhat surprised Camila actually let her go on this long. Some more questions consist of ’do you like dogs,’ and ’how do you feel about Ed Sheeran? And don’t talk shit because Mila loves him, by the way,’ and ’are you of any Cuban or Mexican descent?’ before Camila feels like she’s going to lose her mind.

“Enough, Dinah. We need to go now,” Camila whines as she grabs at Dinah’s arm.

Dinah fends off the small Cuban with swat of her hand, “Just a few more!”

“Do you have any STDs?” The blonde blurts out.

Mason’s face turns as red as Camila’s. He manages to squeak out quietly, “No, I get checked regularly.”

“Dinah Jane Hansen!” Camila yells and jumps at the Polynesian, latching onto her in the koala-like manner she often does. The blonde stumbles before she shoves Camila off and onto the floor.

“Okay, last one!” She huffs out as she straightens her shirt out. “You didn’t think to mention that your lecture was cancelled before you asked her out?”

Mason laughs.

Camila adds ’finding a new best friend’ to her To-Do list. “Dinah! I swear to God!” She scolds.

“What? That bothered you more than you want to admit. You love school,” Dinah crosses her arms against her chest. “You gotta be honest upfront, Mila.”

“Worst wing-woman ever,” Camila mutters under her breath. She grabs Mason’s arm to drag him towards the door. “We’re leaving now! Goodbye Dinah Jane!”

“Bye!” She waves with her hand that still has the flashcards in it. “Have fun!”

When the door shuts, Dinah does a little victory dance while she grins to herself.

“Mission accomplished.”

***

Mason takes her to the Aquarium.

It’s kind of cheesy, but it’s also incredibly romantic and Camila is a complete sucker for that kind of cliché shit.

They bond over their favorite tanks, otters being their absolute favorite, but the turtles take a close second. Mason also really likes the alligators; Camila likes that they look like tiny dinosaurs.

One thing that Camila doesn’t like about the Aquarium are the spiders, snakes and beetles. And of course, Mason wants to look at them more up close.

“I’m okay over here,” Camila says from at least ten feet away from the tarantula tank. She’s picking at her shirt sleeves like she was the day Mason asked her out.

She’s nervous.

“Hey,” Mason says gently. “It’s okay, she’s not gonna hurt you.” He looks back at the tank where the tarantula is sifting through the sand peacefully. “It’s kinda cool what she’s doing.”

“Really, I’m good.”

Camila sighs. Why couldn’t they have saved the otters and turtles for last?

Mason may be pushy, but he knows better than to play on someone else’s fear. “It’s okay,” He walks away from the tarantula tank and puts his arm over Camila’s shoulder. “Do you wanna go look at the frogs?”

Camila’s face lights up in a child-like manner, “Yeah, the frogs are so cute.”

After they look at the frogs—Camila deciding that the electric green one with little black dots on its back is her favorite—they move on to the touch-tank.

Camila leans against the banister as Mason takes a spot beside her to peer into the tank of stingrays. His hand rests against the small of her back. “They’re so cute,” She coos for the millionth time today.

Mason laughs softly. “You think everything is cute.”

Camila grimaces. “No, I don’t,” The Cuban starts to remind him. “Not the bugs, spiders or snakes.”

“Right,” Mason nods his head in agreement, his gaze trained on the brunette. “Do you wanna touch the stingrays now?”

“Yeah,” Camila easily agrees. She dips her hand into the tank and holds out two fingers when the stingrays swim by. Her fingers glide over one of the stingrays’ backs and she jerks her hand out of the water.

“Did it hurt you?” Mason asks quickly, bringing her hand to his face to survey for damage.

“No,” She breathes out an awkward giggle, “It just freaked me out a little. But it was cool, and I’m gonna try again. You should too.” After whispering an apology to the stingrays for possibly scaring them, Camila puts her hand back into the tank and waits.

Mason watches the smile grow on her face as the stingrays glide beneath her fingertips. Her enthusiasm to observe and learn from these creatures is endearing. He emerges his own hand into the water and feels a couple of stingrays swim beneath his fingers.

They continue with the touch-tank for a few more minutes before they wash their hands and move onto the next room.

In the next room is the shark tank. The tank covers one entire wall from floor to ceiling and contains at least forty sharks. There are also some smaller fish that swim around completely unbothered by the large predators. A healthy amount of sand covers the tank floor, along with a beautifully designed shipwreck replica.

The room is engulfed in a blue light from the reflection of the water and it just makes looking at Camila even more enticing. Mason’s eyes scower over her face and down to her neck as she happily observes the sharks.

She feels a pair of eyes on her and when she turns, Mason is still admiring her shamelessly.

“What?” She says shyly.

His hand comes up to trail down the side of her face and tuck some hair behind her ear. “Nothing,” He says soothingly. “You’re just so beautiful.”

Even when bathed in the blue light, the blush on her cheeks is noticeable.

His hand slides down to her neck and he leans in closer to her. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while. Do you mind?”

She licks her lips and shakes her head. He closes the gap between them and kisses her softly. It’s sweet, gentle, and his hands stay on her face the entire time.

Perhaps saying yes to a date wasn’t the worst thing that could’ve happened.

***

They’ve been dating for a month and half when Mason finally asks Camila to be his girlfriend.

He asks her while she’s pouting about a quiz she didn’t do so well on, and Camila shouts out ’yes’ without even letting him finish his sentence before she’s kissing him so hard that he can barely breathe.

***

“I can’t believe you have a boyfriend, Mila.”

Camila just spent the last hour and half recapping to Dinah how everything happened, all the while practically crying over how happy she was.

“I know,” She had the dopiest grin on her face and hasn’t been able to wipe it off since. “I really like him, Dinah. I think he might be the one for me.”

Dinah slings an arm around the girl’s shoulder and pulls her in for a tight hug. “That’s so cute, Mila. I’m so happy for you.”

“I’ve never been so happy.”

“Girl, just wait until you guys sleep together,” Dinah adds with a wink.

Camila’s cheeks flush and her hands shoot up to cover her mouth. “Dinah!”

The blonde shrugs and continues her channel-surfing. “I’m just saying. The sex is going to be even better now that you’re falling in love with him.”

Camila thinks for a second. “I suppose you’re right.”

“So, you are falling in love with him?”

Camila’s head swivels to look at Dinah, eyes widening in what the blonde takes as silent confirmation. “Uhm—”

“Oh my God.” Dinah’s eyes widen to match Camila’s. “You’re falling in love! My little Walz is falling in love!” She grabs Camila and pulls her into her lap. “My baby is growing up!”

Camila laughs and hugs Dinah back just as tight.

***

The first time they have sex, it’s just as amazing as Camila thought it would be.

They’re three months into their relationship and everything has been relatively smooth sailing.

Mason had invited Camila over for dinner after he got off work to celebrate his promotion and raise. He was now the head mechanic and was beaming when he opened the door for his equally as thrilled girlfriend.

After he loads the dishwasher, they settle onto the couch to watch a movie. Camila’s cuddled into his side, and he’s intently watching the screen. The brunette slides the hand that’s resting against his chest up to the side of his face and lightly presses her lips against the skin of his neck repeatedly.

His arm tightens around her waist when her kisses grow more intense and his breath hitches. “I thought you wanted to watch this?”

She bites down on his throat hard before she runs her tongue over it. Camila drags her lips ever so slowly over the shell of Mason’s ear as she breathily whispers into it, “I thought we could celebrate a better way,” then nips playfully at his earlobe. Her kisses travel back down to his jaw and he jerks his head to the side to bring their mouths together.

Immediately her tongue enters his mouth and she scrambles from his side to straddle him. His hands run down her back before they settle on her ass, kneading and squeezing gently. Camila moans into his mouth, and her hands tangle in his hair when he moves his lips to her neck.

“Bedroom,” Is the only thing she manages to breathe out in her hormonal-haze.

He hoists her up, hands never leaving her ass, and her legs instinctively lock around his waist. After she’s dropped onto the bed, Mason crawls on top of her to take his place between her legs and they continue kissing.

***

Unfortunately, when Camila wakes up the next morning, it’s really early and there’s no warm body lying beside her. She assumed Mason had already left to attend his classes. She rolls over into the middle of the bed and stretches out her deliciously aching limbs. A smile creeps up on her face as she recalls the way Mason would suck in a sharp breath every time her nails scraped against his skin a little too harshly; Or the way her own body would shiver and writhe when he worked on that little spot below her ear. Her face started to heat up and she took a few deep breaths to calm herself before she got worked up again. Throwing the sheets off her body, Camila collected her clothes from around the room and redressed to head back to her apartment.

***

Camila had every intention of telling Dinah about her sex-capades in any other way than the blonde catching her sneaking back in the quiet apartment at an ungodly hour of the morning.

It’s surprising she’s even awake.

“Mila?” Dinah rubs the sleep from her eyes and squints at her. “You don’t have class today. Why are you leaving?”

“Well—” The words die in Camila’s throat. Dinah yawns after she rubs her eyes again and steps closer to the young Cuban. Something was off. “Didn’t you wear that last night?”

Camila can practically see the wheels start to turn in Dinah’s head.

The Polynesian’s mouth drops almost in slow-motion, and her voice comes out shaky as she exclaims, “O—Oh my God! You just got back! You totally got laid last night!” When she trudges over to pull Camila further into the apartment, she spots the hickeys on her neck.

“Dinah—”

The blonde grabs a hold of Camila’s cheeks with one hand and tilts her head to inspect her friend. “Damn, he ate the fuck outta your neck. That must’ve been some kinky ass sex.” She squeezes the Cuban’s face together just for fun. Her lips jut out in an ‘o’ and Dinah giggles because she kind of looks like a fish. Camila slaps at her hand and jumps out of her grip.

“What the hell are you even doing awake, Dinah?”

Dinah waves a hand passively at her, “I’d ask you the same thing, but I already know you got dicked down, so…”

Camila slaps her arm again and gasps, scandalized. “Dinah!”

The blonde smirks knowingly, “What? It’s true. Like I said, must’ve been kinky.”

“We are not discussing this right now.”

Dinah looks thoughtful for a moment before she waves the girl off again and struts back to her bedroom. “You’re right, I need more sleep first. You can tell me all about your bedroom rodeo later. Goodnight.”

She bursts out laughing when the pillow from the couch Camila throws narrowly misses her and hits the wall.

***

The first time Camila says, 'I love you’ is after Mason picks her up from a particularly stressful day at work.

It had been one of the busiest days in the past month, and her feet were aching. All she wanted to do was sleep for the rest of the week, but sadly, she had to study and finish some assignments.

The first thing she does when she gets inside is flop face-first onto her couch and groans loudly into one of the pillows. Mason drops down beside her and moves her legs before draping them back over his lap.

His hand rests against her calf and he rubs a soothing circle against her skin with his thumb, “You okay, babe?”

Camila’s voice is still muffled by the pillows, “Yeah, I’m just really tired. It was a long day.” She twists herself around, so she’s lying on her back with her eyes closed.

“I can give you a foot massage.”

Camila nods, eyes still closed.

“Do you want me to run you a bath?”

Camila hums happily in response.

“Then later maybe I can help you work off some of that tension,” He adds seductively, his hand drifting up to her thigh.

Camila cuddles further into the couch cushions.

“And I’ll make you your favorite dinner tonight.”

Her arms fold over her chest while she mumbles sleepily, “I love you.”

Mason’s hand stills on her upper thigh as the words that have just spilled from Camila’s mouth begin to resonate with him. Camila is in love with him. This is real and she's in love with him. He stays silent as the excitement grows in his chest, and Camila doesn’t fully realize what she’s said until it becomes too quiet in the room for her taste.

When she cracks her eyes open, Mason isn’t looking at her, instead he’s staring off into the distance chewing on his lip. She isn’t sure of what that means.

Camila worriedly pulls her legs from his lap and props herself into a sitting position on the couch, “Mase—”

Mason’s hazel eyes meet hers and she can see the adoration shining in them. “I love you too,” Slips from his tongue easily. A huge grin spreads across his face and Camila’s heart can’t take it.

She cocks her foot back and kicks him lightly. “You could have said something. I thought you were about to freak out.”

He laughs. “Sorry, babe. I was just kind of shocked that you said it first.”

“Asshole,” She mutters.

Mason grabs her ankles and pulls her down the couch, eliciting a playful yelp from her, and lays in between her legs to kiss her deeply. “I love you,” He says again. Camila’s arms settle around his neck and she kisses him once more.

“I love you, too.”

***

Seven months later.

Camila has no idea how it got to this point.

In actuality, she does—the signs have been there for a while—she’s just chosen to ignore them in hopes everything would sort itself out.

She’s seen very little of Mason lately, and when she does he’s acting withdrawn, and he’s more hesitant when it comes to physical affection.

They haven’t had sex in a while, and it’s not even just that—he won’t even hold her hand, cuddle with her, or even kiss her as much anymore.

All Destiny’s Child jokes aside, he’s acting kind of shady.

It’s really starting to worry her.

The more she tries to talk about it with him, the more he insists that he’s ’fine’ and there’s ’nothing going on.’ Half of the time he spends back at his apartment like he hasn’t pretty much been living with her since they said, 'I love you.’

“That is pretty shady, Mila. When do you plan on talking to him about it?” Dinah asks from the other end of the phone.

“Well, I’m on my way right now to his apartment. I have a key, so I doubt he’ll mind if I come in.” She grips the steering wheel tighter. “What if he wants to break up, but he’s just too afraid to say anything?”

“Mila—”

“Maybe it was all too fast for him, you know how some guys get weirded out by that,” Camila continues to ramble. “I just hope I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You haven’t done anything to him, Camila. He’s the one pulling away from you.”

Camila sighs deeply. “You’re right.” She takes a turn around the block from his apartment and parks on the side of the road when she notices his Jeep in the driveway. “Here goes nothing. Wish me luck, DJ.”

“Good luck, Walz. Let me know if I have to give him a Poly beatdown later.”

Camila smiles quickly as she exits her vehicle. “Thanks, bye.”

She trudges her way up the driveway to the door and slides the key in. She hesitates to turn the knob when it occurs to her that she isn’t exactly sure of what to expect. What if he breaks up with her? What if they make up but he keeps acting like this? What is she even going to say?

She shakes the worrisome thoughts from her head as she enters and takes a tentative look around.

“Mase?” She calls out quietly. The living room is empty, and he doesn’t appear to be in the kitchen.

Her heartrate picks up when her head turns in the direction of his bedroom. She’s seen plenty of movies where this exact scenario plays out—unsuspecting girlfriend finds her boyfriend in a compromising position. She swallows hard and tries to push the rising feeling of dread from her chest, but as she steps closer to the door and hears the unmistakable sound of quiet moaning—the cliché doesn’t seem too far off from the truth.

Camila’s shoving the door open before she can manage to take another breath and her theory is proven correct. Two pairs of shell-shocked eyes lock with hers as a woman—she vaguely recognizes as Mason’s ex—scrambles from the lap of her half-naked boyfriend as he throws his shirt back on.

It’s so quiet Camila can almost hear their hearts pounding.

She wonders if they can hear hers breaking.

Camila can see Mason’s mouth moving, but she can’t hear anything he’s saying. She doesn’t register herself being pulled into the living room and the front door closing hastily—presumably as his ex leaves—and she sure as hell has no idea how she ends up sitting on the couch.

The only thing she can feel is the air trying to unsuccessfully claw its way into her lungs desperately as her shoulders shake and the tears drip down her chin.

Mason’s hands cup her face as his eyes frantically search hers, “Camila? Babe? Can you hear me?”

Camila knows he’s scared. Her body can’t respond.

“Breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe.”

If Camila weren’t in the middle of an anxiety attack she would probably laugh at him. He’s telling her to breathe when he’s the one holding her under water?

Mason pulls her tight against his chest as the sobs wrack her body and he rubs circles on her back. The touch is incredibly soothing after not having it for so long. However, she can’t allow herself to get too caught up in it.

His grip loosens when it seems like she’s calmed down enough to breathe properly again. His fingers instinctually come up to wipe her tears away.

She’s not sure why he has the audacity to look shocked when she slaps his hands away. After all, she’s the one who caught him cheating.

“Don’t touch me,” She hisses out.

“Camila, I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry?” She asks incredulously. “You're sorry?” Mason winces as the bitter laugh—a long with a fresh set of tears—breaks from her throat.

“Please, just let me explain,” The boy begs.

“I don’t need you to explain. It’s pretty obvious what you were doing.”

“She got inside my head, Mila,” He tries to lamely defend. “We started talking again and she just brought up all of this shit and it hit me, I got lost in the moment.”

“Wait—back up. You started talking to her again? How long ago?”

He hesitates as he tries to backtrack, “Very recently, it hasn’t been going on that—”

Camila’s face contorts into utter disgust. “You’ve been talking to her for weeks, haven’t you? This entire time you’ve been so distant with me, refusing to touch me, like I'm disgusting, you’ve been with her, haven’t you?”

Mason opens his mouth to say something then shuts it, unable to form a response.

Camila releases a deep sob and Mason looks away from her, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. “Why?” He makes out between her cries.

“I—I don’t know, Mila,” Is all he can say. “It just sort of happened. The old feelings resurfaced. But, I swear to God, I am so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.”

Camila leans over, face buried in her hands as she breaks down. Her nose is running, and her eyes are throbbing. The room is quiet aside from her crying and Mason wants to comfort her, but he knows he can’t.

He can’t comfort her when he’s the one causing her so much pain.

“Camila,” He says softly.

Her face is still covered as her crying dies down to sniffles, but it’s clear that she’s still utterly heartbroken.

Mason scoots from his sitting position on the table in front of the brunette to sink down onto his knees in front of her. She doesn’t respond at all when he takes one of her hands between his and lowers his head into her lap.

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” He says, and Camila can hear the sincerity in his unsteady voice, his own tears spilling down onto her knees. “I’m gonna make this up to you, I promise.” He sniffles and buries his head farther into her lap. “I love you so much, Camila.”

Another wave of sadness and anguish rushes through Camila’s chest at his admission, and the heaving cries start back up. Mason’s head remains in her lap and he slinks an arm around her waist, allowing her to cry until she can’t any more.

And when she leans her head gently against his—despite the fact that she’s still crying—he thinks that maybe they’ll be okay.

***

It takes several weeks for Mason to gain any of Camila’s trust back.

He's really trying though—she appreciates the effort he’s putting in—but she’s sworn to herself that it won’t be easy.

He brings her lunch every other day while she’s working. He surprises her with dinner, flowers and sometimes the mini Reese’s peanut butter cups he knows she likes. He’s even gone as far as to rent her favorite movies and set up a theater-like experience in his living room complete with a blanket fort.

Camila loves blanket forts.

And she truly believes he’s sorry and knows that he fucked up, but a part of her is still hesitant.

When she first told Dinah about Mason’s betrayal, the blonde went ape shit. Camila had driven back from his apartment as quickly as she could and when she came storming through the door sobbing uncontrollably, unable to form a coherent sentence, Dinah knew Mason was going to get his ass beat.

“He’s been cheating on you? He’s fucking dead!”

She rose from the couch in a huff and disappeared into her room before she returned with a softball bat in her hand.

Camila’s eyes widen in an almost cartoon-like manner. Dinah has a fucking bat.

“I knew my lucky bat would come in handy one day,” Dinah swings the bat in her hand while admiring it. “I’m gonna go smash his windshield and then his face.” She makes a beeline for the door, but Camila jumps in front of her to block her path.

“Dinah, you can’t do that.”

“Why not? He fucked my best friend over, he should have known better than to pull some stupid shit like that.”

“You don’t need to get arrested for destruction of property and assault.”

Dinah scoffs incredulously, “I’ll just claim it was a crime of passion—they’ll go easy on me. I was simply protecting my best friend’s pride.”

“Dinah, please,” Camila pleads, her eyes welling up with more tears. “I don’t need you doing something stupid. I can’t lose you too.”

She’s crying again now, and Dinah feels horrible. Yeah, her plan wasn’t the most fool proof—it was really fucking stupid if she’s being honest, and she knows it—but she just felt that she needed to do something, anything, to let him know that he can’t hurt someone so precious and just away scot-free.

“Okay,” Dinah drops the softball bat on the floor and wraps Camila back up in a hug, “I’m not leaving you, Walz.” Camila hugs her back and continues to cry into her shirt.

The blonde walks her over to the couch and begins to stroke her hair. “But I am going to rip his head off one of these days. That I can promise you.”

“He said he didn’t mean it,” Camila murmurs through tears into the fabric of her shirt. “It was a mistake.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it, Mila. He chose to do it.”

Camila sniffles and the tears just continue to pour down her cheeks, “I love him, Dinah. I love him, and it hurts. It hurts so fucking much.” The Cuban pushes her face harder against Dinah’s chest. “I can’t breathe.”

Dinah rests her cheek against the crown of Camila’s head. “Ive got you, Mila. And I promise you he won’t get away with it.”

***

Camila didn’t even bother questioning Dinah when Mason’s windshield had been ’mysteriously’ broken later that same night.

Mason didn’t try to confront her about it either—he knew he deserved it.

The Latina couldn’t have been more thankful to have her as a best friend. She’d never been scared to tell Dinah anything before, but this was driving her heart rate through the roof.

So, when she finally plucked up the courage to tell the Polynesian, she braced herself for the worst.

Dinah stared at her with an exasperated look on her face for what must have been an eternity before she even attempted to speak. And when she did, her voice was oozing with venom and hatred as she spit out, “Are you serious? You’re going to take him back? After all of that?”

Camila winced and squeezed her eyes shut; she was prepared for the blonde’s onslaught. Dinah’s lips were pressed in a tight line as she waited for the girl’s reply. Camila opened her eyes and the look hadn’t altered on Dinah’s face. She gulped and her eyes retreated to the floor.

“Y-yes.”

It was squeaky and low, but Dinah caught it.

“Did you forget how badly he hurt you?” The blonde’s jaw clenched tightly. “Do you remember how many times I’ve had to hold you while I slept over because you couldn’t stop crying in the middle of the night?”

Camila chews on her lip and nods.

Dinah’s voice is a lot lower now, “Do you remember how long it took for you to start eating again?”

A jolt of pain punches Camila straight in the gut and her eyes fog over. “Yeah,” She says when she wipes at them with her sleeve.

“Then why?” Dinah’s voice cracks and Camila’s heart throbs against her ribs when she sees her best friend is now the one crying. “What if he hurts you again?”

Camila swallows back her tears and does everything in her power to stay strong. “It’s a risk I have to take, D. I love him. He broke my heart, but he’s been trying so hard to prove that he’s sorry—and I know that he is. I want to give him another chance. He’s shown me that he deserves it.” She lets out a deep breath. “I promise you that I’m not going to make it easy for him, he still has to jump through hoops to earn my trust back. But he’s getting there.” Two pairs of sad, brown eyes lock and Camila knows that Dinah’s resolve is crumbling. “I can’t give up on this, DJ.”

Dinah wipes her tears away and Camila can see the most microscopic hint of smile forming on her lips. Camila’s resilient heart and willingness to give others a second chance even when they don’t deserve it is so like her. “I just hope you know what you’re doing, Mila,” Dina says. “I don’t want to see you like that ever again. And if he fucks up,” The blonde grits her teeth. “I’m going to break more than his fucking windshield this time, and I swear to god, you will not stop me.”

Camila nods, the tension in the air being replaced by a more light-hearted feeling, “Deal.”

“I have a condition before you take him back, though.”

The brunette shoots her a questioning look.

“I want to talk to him first.”

It’s not unreasonable, so Camila nods.

***

Another Eight Months Later

Camila’s given a fair amount of second chances to people in her life.

One moment in particular, being when she was eight. Her best friend had broken one of her favorite toys, Camila’s father fixed it for her and later returned it. After that, Camila wasn’t too keen on letting her friend play with it again, but eventually she relented. The toy remained unbroken for the rest of the time she had it.

That was one of the first few times in her life that she learned it was okay to try to trust someone again after they’ve hurt you.

The first time Mason had betrayed her, Camila had somehow found it within herself to give the boy another chance. In a way, she knew he didn’t deserve it, but her heart wouldn’t allow her to give up so easily on him.

Now that he’s standing in front of her and—once again—breaking her heart, she wishes she had.

This time around, he isn’t very remorseful. He seems almost happy to be dumping her right now. Atleast, that’s the feeling she’s getting from behind his cold demeanor.

“I can’t do this anymore, Camila. We haven’t been happy in a while. She makes me happy, I want to be with her.”

They’ve been arguing for what feels like years. After Camila came home to try to fix whatever the problem was between them this time, she saw Mason’s phone light up on the table with an incoming call from his ex. He didn’t even try to deny it, instead insisting on coming right out with it.

Camila thinks, in a way, she should have known this would happen again. There’s some sort of saying about it, right?

Once a cheater, always a cheater.

She regrets that she didn’t listen to Dinah’s warning. Instead, Mason played her once again and she fell for it.

“You need to go,” Camila says as she gathers her jacket in one hand, her keys in the other. She’s keeping herself busy, so he doesn’t notice the waver in her voice when another sob threatens to wrack through her. “Please just take your stuff and get out.”

“I’m planning on it.”

Even though this—much like the first time—is his fault, he’s being an asshole. A snarky fucking asshole.

His tone makes Camila flinch and she’s grinding her teeth together to stop from yelling any more when she reaches to turn the door knob. “Just get the fuck out. And I would suggest you don’t try to steal anything of mine. I’ll let Dinah at you this time.”

With that, she slams the door shut and stalks off down the street.

The sign for the bar called J&J’s that she always passes by on her way home catches her eye. She doesn’t drink very often, but the urge to do so right now is very appealing. Maybe it’ll calm her nerves and she can forget for a while.

Camila pushes through the front door and makes a beeline for the bar. The place isn’t very busy, there’s just a few customers scattered around (now that she’s thinking about it, this place has never looked that busy). None of them seem to take notice of her, and she’s beyond relieved.

She wipes the few stray tears from her cheeks and flags down a bartender. He approaches her and doesn’t get a chance to ask what she would like to order, or for her ID, before she’s spitting out, “A shot of whiskey, please.”

***

Present Day

Lauren exhales softly as her eyes trail from the textbook in her hand to the eggshell-colored walls in front of her.

She’s been simultaneously trying to study for an upcoming test while redecorating her apartment; her definition of redecorating includes dragging out all the boxes she has yet to unpack, opening them and sifting through their contents before moving onto another project, which would be painting. The boring color slapped on the walls was really starting to depress her; she’s happily opted to repaint them a light blue, to which her landlord was surprisingly keen about.

Probably because it’s free labor, Lauren laughs to herself.

And here she is; her favorite playlist on in the background, plastic covering the floors, paint tray laying on a chair in the middle of the room—while the rest is a disaster—and a roller in one hand while her textbook rests in the other.

Lauren’s always enjoyed painting, even if she is just painting the walls a single color. Her thick eyebrows scrunch together, and her tongue pokes out as she scans the page for where she left off.

The phone goes off on the table right as she finds her spot again.

Returning the roller to its tray, she tucks her book under one arm and grabs the device. Camila’s name is flashing on the screen and she smiles. She accepts the call and brings the phone to her ear.

“Hi, Camz.”

“Hey, Lauren. Are you busy?”

Lauren gazes around at the huge mess that is now her apartment. “Uhm, not really. What’s up?”

“Can I come over?”

It’s subtle, but Lauren picks up on how Camila’s voice wavers. She settles on letting it go for now; she doesn’t want to push the girl, and Camila will tell her when (and if) she’s ready.

“Yeah, of course,” She sets the book down on the table and takes a seat on her couch. “I’ll text you my address, okay?”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you.” The line clicks, and Lauren fires off her text before she slides the phone back onto the table.

Camila arrives at her apartment about twenty minutes later. Lauren immediately smiles at how her hoodie is two sizes too big for her and the fact that she’s wearing socks with her sandals. Ushering Camila inside, she shuts the door and the girl stills in the middle of her living room, no doubt surveying the huge mess in front of her.

“I thought you said you weren’t busy?” She says hesitantly looking around at the clutter.

Lauren shakes her head, trying to unsuccessfully assure Camila that she isn’t busy, “I’m not. I was just doing some redecorating and studying a little bit. It’s not a big deal.”

Camila throws her a look over her shoulder and smiles gently. “Can I have a tour then?”

“Sure.” Lauren leads her to the kitchen first; It’s small and simple, not much decoration around aside from the magnets holding family pictures all over the fridge, and a few, small potted plants in random spots everywhere. A small, wooden table resides by the only window. It’s very ideal for someone who lives alone.

“You’ve seen the living room,” Lauren comments passively as they drift through the mess again, heading in the direction of her bedroom. She twists the knob and steps through the threshold.

The first thing that Camila notices, is how Lauren everything is. Even though she hasn’t known Lauren for that long, she can see that the room is very fitting of her personality.

There are posters of The 1975 and Lana Del Rey plastered everywhere. Her bed is a little messy and unmade, but other than that, the room is tidy. She has a record player in the corner, vinyl’s piled underneath it, almost as if they’re a makeshift table.

There’s a desk against the wall opposite her bed with her laptop sitting on it and a few books lined up beside the desk lamp. She recognizes one of the books as To Kill A Mockingbird.

The only other pieces of furniture she has are a bookshelf and a nighstand.

“Your room is cute,” Camila murmurs. “It’s very you.” When she spins on her heel, her eye catches something resting against the wall in the corner. She approaches it and her entire face lights up theatrically.

“What?” Lauren asks.

“You play guitar? I didn’t know.”

Lauren rubs her forearm nervously, “Sort of. I’m not that good. I try to play in my free time, but I’ve been pretty busy lately.” She leans against the door frame as she watches Camila. “Can you play?”

“Yeah, I’ve been playing since I was twelve. I love acoustic music.” Lauren motions for her to grab it. Her fingers wrap around the neck of the guitar and she hoists it up into her arms before she sits cross-legged on the bed. Lauren saunters over and sits next to her.

“Play me something?” Her green eyes glimmer; a reflection of diamonds and Camila finds that she can’t deny Lauren anything.

Her fingers move instinctually over the chords; playing guitar has always been second nature to her. Lauren can’t tear her eyes from Camila’s face. Her eyes are closed, brow is furrowed, and her lip tucked between pearly teeth as she concentrates on the feeling of the music.

It’s breathtaking to see Camila lose herself in something she truly enjoys.

When she strums the last chord, her eyes open and Lauren focuses on how they remind her of the coffee she had this morning; a deep mocha color complete with a splash of milk and a teaspoon of honey.

Camila clears her throat when Lauren seems to be staring at her in a daze.

“That was beautiful,” Lauren rasps out. You’re beautiful.

Camila blushes and tries to hide behind her curtain of hair. “Thank you,” She mumbles genuinely. She rises from the bed and places the guitar back against the wall in the corner.

Lauren strides past her, brushing against her shoulder as she steps back into the living room. Camila follows and finds Lauren rooted in place, staring at the wall, a finger pressed against her chin. A thoughtful look is plastered on her face.

“Do you mind if I smoke?” She says suddenly.

Camila is confused by the lack of relevance to the question and shakes her head. Lauren pads softly into the kitchen. Camila can hear Lauren rifling around through a drawer when she mutters a quick ’aha!’ then has returned in no time. When Camila spins around, there’s a joint in one of Lauren’s hands and a lighter in the other.

Camila eyes her hand then chuckles. “You keep your weed in the kitchen?”

Lauren shoots her a lop-sided smile, “I rolled it up earlier, but I forgot about it when I started studying.” She lights the joint and takes a deep drag. The smoke rolls from her mouth when she exhales, and her arm extends, offering the joint to Camila. “Do you want some?”

Camila contemplates for a second. She’s smoked weed a few times before, and she didn’t really care for it. Then again, she wasn’t in great company. But this is Lauren, and Lauren is different. She shrugs and takes the joint between her fingers.

She takes a drag and then passes it back to the older cuban.

The continue passing the joint back and forth for a while before it’s burnt out and Lauren deposits it in the ashtray in the kitchen. There’s a glass of water in her hand for Camila when she returns and takes takes a seat on the couch next to her.

Camila accepts the water gratefully and pretty much chugs the entire thing.

“So, what brings you to my humble abode, Ms. Camila Cabello?” Lauren says as her lips curve into a playful smile. Her usually green eyes are now a hazy shade of grey; they remind Camila of the clouds before a rainstorm.

Camila bites her lip as she thinks of how to answer. Should she tell Lauren about her nightmare and inability to sleep after? Or should she just pretend everything is okay and tell her she just wanted to spend time with her?

She doesn’t want to talk about it. But she doesn’t want to lie.

She can’t lie to Lauren.

'I,“ She inhales a shaky breath, and pulls her knees into her chest, "I had a horrible dream. I haven’t been able to sleep since.” She tries to swallow the lump now forming in her throat. “Ive been awake since five-thirty this morning. I just needed something to distract myself from the thoughts.”

Lauren frowns at the fact that Camila only sees her as a distraction.

Camila watches the sadness pass through her stormy eyes and nearly jumps out of her skin. “I didn’t mean it like that, Lauren.” She chews hard on her lip, “I feel better when I’m with you. My heart doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.” When Lauren won’t make eye contact, Camila frets that she’s already fucked everything up.

“Really?” It comes out so quietly that Camila almost doesn’t hear it.

“Really,” She confirms instantly, eager to let Lauren know that she’s becoming important to her.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She declines with the shake of her head. Lauren doesn’t push any further; she simply comforts Camila by intertwining their fingers and letting them rest in the space between them.

The air is a little awkward and tense, so Camila squeezes the girl’s fingers and with the smallest of smiles on her face asks, “Did you need some help painting?”

Lauren grins brightly back at Camila and tugs their joined hands, pulling her from the couch to lead her over to the tray of paint. Letting go of her hand, she crouches and digs through a bag on the floor to produce another paint roller.

“Alright,” Camila says as she dips her roller in the paint. “Let’s do this.”

#UPDATE #series #AU #trigger warning #camren #angst drama #humour #romance fluff #submission #Love Drunk

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pkmnsdarkqueen · 7 years

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Johto!

(My home girl’s region! :D)

1. Which starter would I pick?-This is like Sinnoh but instead of me adoring them all my reaction is more,‘eh, alright.’ Out of them all I always end up going with Cyndaquil no matter how many times I tell myself Im gonna choose someone else. Idk, maybe it’s the eyes and the part of me that cosplays Italy can’t get over them. X3

2. Favorite Evolutionary line/pokemon?Ok when it comes to Johto there are alot of pokemon in it that I forget are from Johto. It’s partially due to there being few complete lines in this region, which is something that can’t be fixed now. However houndoom and houndour hold a special place in my heart. They most closely resemble my own dog, and it combines my two favorite types. Idc if it’s a mainstream choice, this is one line that is amazing. 👌

3. Least favorite evolution/pokemon?-Sunflora. Hands down because it ever so greatly triggers me. See my favorite flower is a sunflower. When I heard there was a sunflower pokemon I flipped in joy. I saw sunkern’s adorableness and gushed. When it evolved I adored the happy attitude. Then I found out how much it sucks in battle and felt my heart get crushed. When I say bad it has one of the worst stats in the whole series, and I know my muse is Karen, so yes I know her quote about fighting with your favorites, but when your favorite looses to a top percentage rattata it’s time to get a new favorite. Also they missed the chance to make a fire grass type. ;_;

4. Favorite gym leader/elite four?-Alot of the gym leaders in this region left an impression, and really interacted with the player. However Jasmine, and her precious pure self always makes me smile. I mean c'mon she’s one of the only people we’ve seen nickname their pokemon. Plus she calls it Amphy, like how a kid calls a teddy bear ‘teddy’. Then at the same time she also commands a giant metal snake that can snap you in half with one good hit. Bless this girl. Ok this next one I maybe a lil bias but um, Karen, duh. X3 Dark type was my favorite long before Karen came along, and btw I never played the original gold and silver so it took me awhile to meet her. When I saw her in the game and heard her quote I was like,“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? WHY DIDN’T I GET TO INTERACT WITH YOU AT ALL IN THIS GAME!? HOLY FUDGE! You’re like…woah…” It was that same sense of awe I got when first meeting Cynthia though this chick had more edge. Then I found out about her crimminal side and I am sold on her as my favorite for eternity.

5. Favorite town/city?-Blackthorn, and half of the reason is due to that name. When I played HGSS I was going through my warrior cats phase and so this nake was everything. Tbh it still sounds like such an amazing name for a town. I mean it’s intense, causes emotion, and makes the place seem intense. Which it is. I mean it’s in the mountains, you have to scale a cliff to leave, and there is a cave called the den of dragons that has dragons. Can you imagine telling people that’s where you grew up!? Just introduce yourself as the person from Blackthorn and watch people awe over it, you win life bud.

6. Favorite non-town/city location?-Hint it’s a tower. No not the bell one, I’m talking the burned one. Idk why but exploring abandoned or grungy places is so much fun to me! It’s like an adventure, and you never know what could be in there! (Lol like legendary doggos x3) Plus this place is like falling apart and has all of this history! I would go nuts researching and taking in the details of the place! Finally I know some people hate the smell of campfires but it’s my favorite thing ever, so any burned wood smell would be like a bonus.

7. Side mechanic that distracted me from the main game.-The pokewalker was up until I accidentally washed it a week after getting the game. Yeah, lost an eevee that day. Anyway by far the pokeathalon sucked my attention away more than any other side mechanic in any other game. I loved that place cause it could make my wimpy pokemon (like Sunflora) great, and my already strong pokemon stronger. Also I believe it was the flag capture that I struggled the most with. Took me literal hours but I finally beat the record there and felt such victory getting to the final room.

8. Would I punch the main antagonist in the face?-I’m not gonna count Giovanni cause he wasn’t really a part of this except being someone they were trying to get back in the crew. As far as the antagonists go there’s four of them which makes it a bit harder. Also like I said they were just trying to get the band back together, it wasnt like they were going to destroy the world like alot of the other villians. So like the last one, if it was in the moment yeah I’d try to apprehend them, and punch if necessary. Though I wouldn’t say too much was at steak for anything too extreme. Also post game I think just talking to them all individually would be good. Not in a therapist way just a casual convo might go a long way.

9. Would I punch my rival in the face?-I probably would of tried to multiple times. Sorry Silver but stranger or not you stole a pokemon and broke a wall of someone’s prolerty. That’s kinda illegal. After kicking your butt in battle I’d try to arrest you. I mean if Elm later said it was chill, said you were free to keep the pokemon, and you two worked out some deal for the wall then I’d be cool with it. However knowing myself I would be focused on righting said wrong until it was handled. I mean maybe we’d befriend each other somehow while I’m nailing his face, but even then I’d encourage him to go handle the situation.

10. Rating of the game 1-10?….I am sorry Sinnoh fans but 8. Look, this isn’t nostalgia talking. I never played the original games so if anything I ought to have more nostalgia with Sinnoh. However I don’t because when it comes to games I look for story. Johto just felt as though it had a more complete story. The characters were engaging, and I could relate with them. There were so many quirks and twists that made it feel unique. Yeah ok the pokemon designs lack in evolutions, and style, but I prefer story to design. No the whole world wasn’t at steak. In all honesty the villians were more brutish than they were intimidating. Though I could follow their reasoning, and in some ways rooted that things did work out somehow for them. Plus the ties of different families with Clair & Lance, Janine & Koga, Silver & Giovanni, were all elements I enjoyed seeing. (Then there’s all the ones in the manga that I found out about later). It made the region seem more personal and tied together. Plus who didn’t love the calls from your mom, trainers, and yes even Joey. Though slightly repetitive it all helped bring the player into the world, and I love seeing that.

(Dont get me wrong though, we need another Sinnoh game first, then maybe a Unova or Kanto would be good.)

(And @evolutionexpert , tbh Elm is my favorite prof so nice. 👌 )

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shadowofthelamp · 3 years

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Behold, some context for this, specifically Bella’s part. I’ll add more when I actually write more about Kit’s bit.

Wordcount: 2075

“You a newly dead?” The demon raised one of their four eyes, and Bella nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, newly dead. Anyway. Story?”

“They’re made by Sir Pentious, one of the Overlords. He’s some kinda inventor, I’unno. Never blew up anything that mattered to me, so I never cared that much.”

“Sir Pentious…” She rolled the name around in her mouth, plucking the ‘T’ in the middle thoughtfully along with the rubber bands wrapped around her braces. “Got it. Thanks!”

“Er- you’re welcome.” They darted off, but that was fine. Now it was just a matter of actually getting onboard.

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She was about to start taking it apart when she heard a pitter-patter behind her.

“Whoever you are, bossman says you gotta go!”

“Who’s bossman?” Bella asked after a few very long seconds of silence.

“You know… bossman!” It blinked. “He doesn’t like people pokin’ around his cool, cool stuff and you tripped the motion sensor. Hey, is that a ray gun?”

Bella’s finger eased off the trigger. “Yeah, it is. It can probably scramble you.”

“Oooh! Fun! Not as good as boss’s, I’m sure, but-”

“Hey, what say you take me to this boss?” Bella crouched down, knowing this was incredibly stupid but also already entirely committed to it. “Then he can decide what to do with me in person.”

Some things never changed no matter where you went.

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dolittle 🐭: bells where ARE you

dolittle 🐭: kits distracting clove so I could grab one of those bugdog things but moms gonna be asking how were doing soon, what should I say

Bella thought for a moment before sending back a reply. ‘im checking out that airship we saw earlier. have weapons. ill be fine. meet you back at the cafe later’

dolittle 🐭: be careful ok? know you can handle it but still

Bella smiled a little at that, sending a thumbs up before tucking her phone back into her pocket as they ascended the bridge.

“This, boss!” The egg tugged at her jeans by the knee around the corner before pushing her forward with surprising force. “They said they wanted to see you!”

“Well well well!”

It took her only a moment to shake off her awe. “So you’re the famous Sir Pentious!”

His grin widened. “Ah! You’ve heard of me, little tresssspassser?”

“Obviously, considering I knew your name, right?”

“Er- yes!” He faltered for just a moment, and she went in for the kill.

“What did you do?” His hood flared, and she twirled the gun in her hands.

Bella folded her arms, glancing around. “Hmm… far left column, the one with a yellow eye instead of a red one.”

“What about it?” He folded his arms as well, waggling his head. “Are you-”

“Little wrench! How dare you?”

“I’m…” Her legs kicked a little, ribs feeling uncomfortably bendy at the moment as his scales pressed against her chest and back. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

His tongue darted out as he hissed, just barely brushing her nose before sliding back into his mouth.

“What do you really want, missy? I don’t like competition, you know.”

“I am quite impresssssive, aren’t I?” He puffed up his chest a bit. “And you have no intention to-”

Bella drew an X over her chest. “Cross my heart. You’re the bossman.”

He looked her up and down. “Hmm. Get back to me when you have a proper uniform and not those ragssss, and I suppose I could show you around a bit, if- if!- you show me something of yourssss. ”

Bella’s grin slipped into a smirk as she gave a bow. “Bella Donna at your service, then, Sir Penny.”

#hazbin hotel /#bella #shadow writes stuff #iz #aip #iz blogging #hellkids

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jumpchain-drop · 4 years

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Chapter 5.1: 0.0 Years

“….aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-”

CRASH!

I landed in a face-down belly flop. It hurt, but somehow I don’t think I was injured. Still took a minute to get up.

“Where…?”

I was beside a walking path in a grassy area, at the foot of some small rocky hills. At the end of the path was a shack in the middle of a fence with a “Don’t Enter” sign on it. Most everything else around me seemed to be a mountain or natural forest.

Speaking of, I saw a couple kids playing around the trees a good distance off. They weren’t proportioned like normal human kids, though, and were closer to chibi-deformed. So I wasn’t someplace serious enough to bother rendering humans realistically (I say, after coming out of Wind Waker fighting for my life). It seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t think from where. Must be another game world that I only played to play, I thought, like Wind Waker was.

That’s when I thought to check myself out. Annoyingly enough, I was a kid again, probably around age ten. As if going through puberty a second time wasn’t enough. I was wearing and orange-and-blue-striped shirt and otherwise dressed like, well, a kid – admittedly, a kid with an ATM card with his name on it in his pocket. That’s the other shoe dropping, isn’t it… In the Pokémon world, you could become a trainer at age ten and could be effectively self-sufficient (barring the real-world sustainability of the whole thing, but Orre compensated for that by actually having lower housing prices). I doubt that also applied here. Did I have parents? A house?

Well, actually… I did have a house.

No one was around the shack, so I went to check it out. It was locked shut, but I still had a key that could open it. Not that it let me get into the shack.

I entered the Warehouse and checked out the roster board. As I suspected, all red. In my idle movement, I looked over to the pole. Another new plate, this one showing-

Wait.

I know this image.

This is the Franklin Badge. It had the lightning bolt and the word “MOTHER” written across it.

I’m in EarthBound.

I’m in… freakin’ EarthBound.

Terrific. I went from a game I played but didn’t remember to a game I tried to play and hated. Yeah, I’m the kind of person that thinks needing to speed through menus as a gameplay mechanic was made by a designer that didn’t know the point of freakin’ menus. Which, incidentally, is also why I never got into most famous RPGs, including Final Fantasy, Chrono Trigger, and this… I didn’t even get to the gang leader first boss.

At least I managed to see Chuggaaconroy’s second Let’s Play of it before I got yoinked into this chain of events, so I wasn’t completely blind past what I managed to play.

I composed myself and went to get my backpack from my housing unit. As to be expected, the notebook was inside it.

Layer 5:

You have ten years in this world.

None of your companions have been imported into native forms.

Your gear purchases will arrive shortly.

You have a bank account containing $50,000.

I have determined “defensive PSI” to mean Recover and Assist PSI techniques.

Youth has its advantages.

Entertain me. Don’t get your head handed to you.

“Wha- No companions?!” I said. “What the hell?!” When it didn’t respond, I remembered to write it out.

“The document contains no companion import options,” appeared below the list in the notebook. “My hands are tied. You can still call for them.”

“Terrific,” I groaned as I closed the book. “Only like one of them can be human...”

Calm down, I told myself. Calm down. I took some deep breaths and tried thinking again. Ten teammates, I could call in eight, and only one of them, Terra, had a human alt-form...

...Come to think of it, most of the Hylians had lost their pointy ears in Wind Waker. Which meant that they could pass as human. Among my own team, the only Hylians that had pointed ears were Bolt, Shadow, and Tooty, which I suspected had to do with their heroic and royal backgrounds; so Maria, Cody, and Manaphy would be able to pass fine.

Well, I mean, Terra and Manaphy I was going to bring in regardless, and if I brought in Terra it was only fair to bring Tooty too. Bolt, Cody, and Anita still weren’t at the peak of their Pokémon potential, and they weren’t going to get it frozen in time; Bolt’s ears could probably be explained with plastic surgery or something, and I’ll think of something to do about neither of Anita’s two alt-forms being remotely close to most species in this world, especially human. Twig I wanted to introduce to different worlds entirely, and he could be passed off easily enough as some kind of firefly.

One slot left between Bitbit, Shadow, and Maria… and, honestly, I felt kinda bad for Bitbit having to sit out the last time we have to save the day. Shadow and Maria would understand; they knew not every team member was suitable for every expedition.

But the shed door was a little too out in the open for me to feel comfortable pulling them out here. So I put on a backpack with some food supplies and the notebook, exited the Warehouse, and set out down the path into the town of Onett.

It’s a nice place. Most of the folks in the north part are pleasant enough. I remember gangs in the south side, so not checking out there as long as I can manage. Passing by the burger shop, I went into the drug store, which I remember mostly for having ATMs in them, and lo, there it was. True to the machine’s word, there was $50,000 in it. I withdrew $20 to get lunch at the burger shop. I mean, the team had so much money that with conservative spending it would last us forever, but most of it was Cody’s and it’d be rude to just take some of his hard-earned cash when I had some of my own available.

As I had a burger and fries, I racked my mind for as much of my knowledge of EarthBound as I could manage, including Chuggaaconroy’s LP and the “Chosen Four” webcomic (unfortunately somewhere the dinosaur area when I was abducted; the sooner I get back home, the sooner I can see the end of it). I had to ponder my options. I doubt I had any background whatsoever in this world, since I hadn’t in any others. Which meant no home and no job. Honestly, the fact I had a bank account was weird given that context. I’d soon have most of my team here to alleviate some of that, but since we needed a door to access the Warehouse, we couldn’t just co-opt something…

Then I remembered something I saw in the Let’s Play that I remember marking as completely freakin’ pointless even by JRPG standards.

I took out another $10,000 (to be safe) and headed south, through a path in the woods near the hospital, and caught sight of the house on a cliff overlooking the ocean, and the real-estate agent outside it. There was also a saxophone player looking over the sea, but he wasn’t paying attention.

Perfect.

Making sure I was out of sight, I poofed up into my original form – well, original-plus, I guess it could be called. I talked to the agent and bought the house for $7,500. He must have thought he was a clever little snake as he gave me the keys to the place, but he couldn’t have known. I am, after all, completely outside his context.

Didn’t stop the place from being a giant dump that was missing an entire wall. Nothing that’s not fixable. I put the Warehouse key on the inside of the front door and opened it.

“Terra, Manaphy, Tooty, Bolt, Cody, Anita, Bitbit, Twig! Come on out!”

So, seeing eight people suddenly crammed into a single doorway (including the fairy several magnitudes smaller than the others) is one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen and thankfully, I don’t think they held my falling on the floor laughing against me.

Once I helped everyone out and we were settled around around the busted building as much as they could get comfortable (which wasn’t too hard, this wasn’t too far from the open-to-the-ocean Sharpedo Bluff), I explained this world to them. The modern setting the most like my contemporary home world thus far, the basics of the globe-spanning plot that’d come to pass and major players in it, the presence of PSI, and even some of the lore details I remembered from watching Chuggaaconroy’s LP of the original MOTHER (which was much longer ago so I remembered less of it).

“So what are we doing to do?” asked Cody.

“Nothing,” I said.

“...What?” he said.

“As I said. Nothing. The asshole elevator gave me explicitly no need to do anything to entertain it, so after ten years having to worry about a giant-ass final battle that I’m honestly glad everyone survived, I’m spending the next ten years as a kid in the nineties again and trying to enjoy myself. When Ness goes to save the world, he can go save the world. Everyone can go do what they want as long as it’s not illegal. I am going to stay in this town, as a normal kid in a run-down house that we’re going to fix up, that happens to be building a defensive wall around the chokepoint to here so our house doesn’t get taken over by aliens when they eventually overrun the town. ...Oh right, yeah, aliens are eventually going to overrun the town. Forgot to mention that.”

“...Well I know what I’m doing!” Tooty said, standing up. “I’m going exploring!”

“Very well,” said Terra. “I myself will stay here with Robert. With my human form, I think I can pass easily enough for his mother if anyone asks.”

“I’m not so irresponsible as to let you all go without any support,” I relented. “Let’s hear what you want to do, and I’ll help make it happen.”

So we went around and went over what they wanted to do.

Altogether, Bolt, Twig, and Bitbit opted to join Tooty on her expedition, departing on one of our boats. Well, I asked Twig to go; he was well and truly over the ocean at this point and wanted to see more of land, but he understood my wanting to keep Tooty and Bolt safe and plus it wasn’t like there wasn’t plenty of crazy dangerous land areas they were going to explore. His ability to boost attack strength would be better served out in the field. Bitbit wanted to get a taste of what he missed in the last ten years and stretch his wings, while also being strong enough to protect them if things got too dicey for them. They decided to sail on Timothy, since he could change his appearance to blend in with modern ships and was the best boat they had that could fit through the door; if Bitbit took breegull form, he could roost on the figurehead when not flying, and while slightly cramped there would be space for the two that weren’t small enough that space wasn’t an issue. They’re going over their plans and supplies now. We established that they’ll take one of Tooty’s Gossip Stones along so they can keep in touch with us, as well as one of the treasure maps, naturally.

Manaphy wanted to go with them, but I vetoed that for a number of reasons: there was no more room on the boat (“I can swim, Papa!” “I know, but even you can’t swim 24/7. Even then, the you that can swim for long periods of time is going to look out of place and it’ll cause a panic.”), we didn’t have Maria to keep an eye on him, and I wanted to know where he was when the plot started. So he’s remaining with us. He’s still pouting about it, but I know he’ll get over it.

Cody decided to take the Infinite Wallet (leaving us still a sizeable amount of money in Eagleland dollars) and look into the open-air market in Twoson. He didn’t feel like making another business empire like he did in the Great Sea, but he hoped to eventually get up to a proper shop. He really liked selling people things they needed, and promised to send a cut of the profits to us every month. Does that mean he’d be my dad in this scenario…?

Which left Anita. I told her I wanted her to stay with us, and she agreed. Though it seems like she’s hiding something from me. I have my guesses as to what but didn’t press, because I was still a little overwhelmed in general. Especially since by this point a walking table ran up to the house with a large curved bar with an infinity sign carved on it, and it wouldn’t leave.

I was in a world I wasn’t really so fond of for the next ten years and would have to go through puberty for the third freakin’ time. Just because I didn’t have to do anything didn’t mean I couldn’t wish it was already over.

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