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xxkiller-muffinxx · 9 months

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THAT FLOYD ONESHOT WAS SO GOOD‼️‼️ I'd love to see a part 2 for it!^^

(If you want to btw-)

As long as we're together

Floyd x reader (Part 1) (part 2) (part 3)

Summary: after a long while of being reconnected with your favorite brozone member. You make plenty of sweet familiar memories, however a line is crossed when a familiar popstar duo enters the picture.

Words: 1475

Warnings: Implied death, angst, another semi-cliffhanger

A/N: I don't know why I wrote these so fast, but maybe it's because I stopped worrying about tiny details and just went with the flow. I don't think I got Velvet and Veneers personalities perfect but I just felt like their scene fit their dynamic as best as possible. Genuinely appreciate the support on the last part, your guy’s positive feedback gives me life. Stay golden and enjoy! Ps. Velvet and Veneer are the same color but I tried to make it clear who was talking in the writing, thank you!

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You remember the first week you two were together. So fondly. Back to back in your prisons and humming each other's favorite song. No matter how embarrassing.

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It's been quiet for a few hours, you're both recovering from the last concert and are giving each other time to process. When suddenly Floyd begins humming quietly. You look at him and raise an eyebrow.

He returns your eye contact and smiles warmly. He then whispers. “Don't you…forget about me.” He would quietly sing. He continued mumbling the words until you would join in, but instead with one of his songs.

“Lately I've been, I've been losing sleep. Dreaming about the things that we could be.” You placed a hand on the glass as your voices began to wrap around one another. Creating a symphony unlike anything else. It reminded you that sometimes just singing matters more than any perfect note.

The two of you continued until you couldn't anymore. You tried to keep humming but you threw yourself into a coughing fit. Floyd immediately stopped singing and looked at you. “Hey hey, it's okay. You don't have to.” he comforted, instinctively reaching out a hand for your shoulder but being stopped by the barrier between you two.

“I'm okay. I'm okay,” you responded, despite the deep pain in your chest. You sat up and leaned on the glass. “Can we still talk?” You asked. Then Floyd nodded.

“So mount rageous? Pretty cool huh?” he started the conversation, but you only snorted at his sad excuse for a conversation topic.

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In a similar regard. You remember him telling you about his brothers. You were getting a bit too overhyped over all of them though. Even if you loved every other brother, you had to remind him who the best of them was.

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“Then there's Spruce-”

“The heartthrob!”

“Yeah him. He was nice, I didn't like how much he butted heads with John though. I just wish I could see them again,” He looked at his hands, gripping the air as if it were life support. You frowned. Leaning into the glass.

You didn't know how to comfort him, at this point, you were both pretty pessimistic. So saying anything optimistic would have the opposite effect. So you decided to keep talking instead.

“Yeah, spruce was pretty cool, but did you go to the last Brozone concert?” You said, utterly messing with him at that point.

“Wait what?” He asked as he glanced back at you.

“It was so good! I mean the pyrotechnics, the colors, ugh! The music! Don't get me started on the music!” you did your best to stand up and did an excited spin. Floyd followed.

“Woah hey, slow down.” he placed both hands on the glass and his eyebrows creased with worry.

“Though there was something I could never get over. Something that always irked me.” You stumbled back into the purple surrounding you, looking into Floyd’s eyes. He frowned and looked down. Seeming to already know what you’re going to say. However, you hit him with a curveball. “There wasn’t enough of that sensitive troll…what was his name again?”

He shook his head and said your name once. “What are you talking about?”

“He had pink hair, he was almost the youngest but Bitty B was too quick.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Bitty B was the star of the show honestly.”

You laughed and leaned your forehead toward him, he did the same. Your eyes met and you grinned. “He was the cutest troll and my favorite. No other brother could beat him.”

His cheeks turned red instantaneously, causing him to turn away. you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. Which threw you into yet another coughing fit, Floyd was at your side quickly. Checking up on you to make sure you weren’t gone yet.

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Those moments, even if short. Meant the world to you. Now the boundary was crossed. Neither of you had much strength to talk or sing together anymore. To you went with compatible silence. That is until Velvet and Veneer took matters into their own hands.

You were in your usual spot when suddenly, Velvet stormed in. She was in hysterics, absolutely appalled by her performance. “I can't believe that happened!” she shrieked, kicking a shoe into a wall. Veneer came in right behind her.

“It's fine! One voice crack never ruined anyone's career! Woah!” Veneer dodged another shoe and hid behind a mirror just in case. Velvet wasn't having any of it though, she was completely thrown off course.

She stomped to the desk and swiped up the perfume bottle you were inside. “I don't care if it was one voice crack or five! I can't mess up like that in front of the world!” she growled and was prepared to throw you across the room. Before she stopped. She looked at you and smiled. “I just need more troll. That's all.”

She grinned, pulling the bottle to her neck and beginning to spray all around her. Veneer came from behind the mirror and put out a hand. “Hey, maybe we should ration those little guys, don't know how many trolls we're going to need, you know?” He tried reasoning.

Floyd looked up at Velvet and watched in horror as she sprayed as much of the music onto her as she could. There was nothing he could do. Velvet laughed in her insanity. Glancing at Veneer she made sure she was covered head to toe. “We won't need much more Veneer! If I nail this performance we’ll be made! I promise!”

Veneer shook his head and walked closer. When Velvet suddenly sprayed him in the face. “And face it. You love the attention as much as I do.” She hissed. Then once she was calm she slammed you back down onto the desk and left you alone. “Okay, now…I'm ready!” She was going to leave but Veneer stopped her. He pointed at your bottle and gulped. Velvet turned to look at you.

You were spent, your hair all white and your skin turning an entirely different shade. You were dying, and you were dying fast. Floyd dropped to his knees and whispered your name multiple times as if it would be the last thing he uttered. “Please be okay, please hold on for a bit longer.” He begged,

Then as soon as you were down, you were up again. Velvet groaned and handed Veneer the bottle. “You handle it. I have to get ready.” She said before leaving him alone in the room. Veneer grimaced as he watched her go. Then grimaced even more when he realized his duty.

Floyd banged on the glass. Trying to break it open to no avail. Veneer looked at Floyd. “Geez, you're making this harder. If I don't do this you know what Velvet will do.” He knelt down to Floyd’s level. Veneer’s eyes pleading for understanding.

Floyd shakes his head. “you don't have to do this, Veneer just let us go! Please, I'm begging you.” Floyd pushes hard on the glass, looking up into his eyes. Veneer, on the brink of being moved, stands up and looks at your nearly lifeless form.

Before he could respond, Velvet rips the diamond out of his hand. “What are you doing? I told you to deal with it. Not stand around playing with it.” She looked around and crossed her arms. “Ugh I always have to do everything. Hope you like flying.” she says, walking to the nearest window and opening it.

Veneer cringed at the notion, sitting down and looking away from her. Floyd began panicking more trying to get out more than ever, but of course. It wasn't working. He needed the perfect family harmony.

Without much of a second thought. Velvet threw you out of the window. Watching you fall and then dusting her hands off. She looked at Veneer. “Well? We have a show to put on. We have to get ready! Come on!” She walked out, leaving Veneer with Floyd. Veneer looked down at the troll and was going to comfort him when he decided, it probably wasn't for the best.

Veneer left, leaving Floyd all alone. Floyd was looking out the window. Thinking about you, thinking about all the fun you had in your worst situation, and he realized it was false hope. Being with you for the rest of your lives. He then realized there was no platonic explanation for his feelings.

He had loved you, but he didn't know it until you were gone.

Pt 3?

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dabisqueen · 2 years

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Without Consent

Permission to use the art granted by the artist. Please refrain from using the art without permission. Shar's too cute of a button to deal with that.

Dabi x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 2.3K

⇢ plot: you (more or less) accidentally bump into Dabi and are in for a big surprise

⇢this is kind of the SFW version. I still recommend NOT reading it with others around, especially not your boss hehe

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, Dabi being the flirty tease we all love, (somewhat) consensual restraining of the reader, steamy makeout session (ok ok, mostly just kissing) but also some dry-humping resulting in a wet spot on Dabi's pants—oops!

⇢ personal note: I've always wanted to write something inspired by @sharlockart ´s art. I got her permission to go ahead and booooooom! Here we are! Thanks to @blankexpressions-and-falsefires for being my beta this time. You're the best!

It was then that you felt it. The lingering feeling of someone watching you. You looked up to find two incredibly piercing azure irises pointed sharply at you.

Shit.

The bright blue of his eyes turned dark as he continued to side-eye you with an unmoving expression. Your face went ablaze and you instantly dropped your gaze, shoving your phone with trembling hands back in the pocket of your jacket. Cursing inwardly a few times for having been caught staring, you hastily turned to make your way through the crowd across the intersection. You took a peek over your shoulder, a wave of relief washing over you when you didn't see him among the people behind you.

By "him" you meant one of the most dangerous villains in the country, Dabi.

You would have recognized him anywhere– the usual bored expression on his face, that all too familiar messy raven hair with bangs falling over his brows. The mauve scarred skin—

—and the piercing blue eyes.

It still sent chills up your spine recalling the moment they met yours. He had stood there, one hand holding a cigarette, the other a phone to his ear while he talked to someone. The way his black pants clung to his thighs way too alluringly, his beige sweater and a black leather jacket complementing his features even more.

And even though a warm, comforting fuzziness still clouded your head after that short encounter, you started to regret having visited this part of town which was known to be the home of some sketchy outcasts and– villains.

You'd always been fascinated by the less than savory figures— not the overhyped heroes of your hometown. It's been a hobby of yours to study them, especially the members of the League of Villains. And your particular obsession had been with Dabi.

You had been spending your afternoons after college strolling around those areas in hopes of finally meeting him, finally being able to snap a picture of him.

And this time you did—

—and weren't at all prepared for your reaction. The instant jolt of fire coursing through your veins as soon as your eyes met his. The feeling of wanting to lose yourself in their depths. Endorphins rushing through your system, triggering a blistering heat in your core and making your panties stick to you in ways they usually only did during late night hours, with your hands down your panties while thinking of him.

Again—shit.

With your emotions all stirred up and still unable to focus, you had taken a wrong turn. The next bus stop being several blocks away meant you just had to keep walking, your eyes squinting as light became increasingly sparse. It was getting darker outside, the sun slowly setting behind the concrete mass of the city, the long shadows of the tall buildings slowly caging you in. Dainty street lamps sparingly lined the streets, their thin yellow rays fighting to reach the ground, failing to penetrate the overwhelming darkness.

A musty breeze was blowing, sending leaves and pieces of garbage dancing noisily across the cracked concrete floor. The sky was painted in hues from flame to azure, yet here in the depths of the street between the buildings you didn't see much, only growing shadows creeping in on you.

The breeze picked up and you shivered, regretting your choice to only wear a loose sweat-dress and a pair of thin, skin-colored tights. You pulled up the zipper of your cropped jacket, and sighed, hoping that you would soon get to a bus stop.

A loud ping startled you out of your train of thought, your phone vibrating urgently. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest as you stopped in your tracks, sliding your hand in your pocket to retrieve it.

The display shone bright in the dim light of the street alley as you unlocked the screen with a swipe. A message popped up—your friend.

Where are you, expecting you to be home by now.

You groaned, thinking back on how you wouldn't have had to walk home if it weren't for the distracting encounter with that devious blue-eyed villain earlier on.

"That damn bastard—" You started.

A voice suddenly spoke close by. “I hope you're not talking about me.”

A large hand appeared out of the darkness from beside you, wrapping around both of your wrists and gripping them tightly, causing your phone to slip from your grip. A weak whimper fell from your lips, while it was caught mid air by another purple scarred hand, the dim light of the far away street lamp reflecting weakly in the silver staples adorning it.

Your body froze as you were shoved against the wall, hands being jerked up and pinned over your head against the rough bricks to hold you in place. Your breath hitched as you elevated your face, your gaze instantly locking with a pair of icy blue eyes boring into you.

Dabi.

He casually glanced at the unlocked screen of your phone, scrolling through your chat. Slipping the phone into his own pocket, his gaze drifted back up, lazy blue eyes flicking up to yours.

"So, you're taking pictures of me without my consent?" he tipped his head, an eyebrow cocked.

You let out a little breathy moan, squirming in his hold, surprised at how thrilling it felt to be manhandled like this.

"At least you think I look fine. That earns you bonus points." His lips curled up into a devilish smirk.

"Sir, you don't want to do this!" you swallowed nervously, his intimidating aura making you squirm. "Just please, let me go."

"C'mon, doll." He chuckled darkly, "You know my name. Use it."

"D-Dabi—" it came out as a mere whimper. "Please, I need to get home."

"God, my name sounds so fucking hot on your tongue." He cooed, his voice deep and husky, enough for your heartbeat to quicken.

Up close, he was even more attractive than you came to learn from the blurred images you've seen online or in the news. His scent was overwhelming, a mixture of warm skin and smoke. It had an effect on you unlike anything you've ever experienced. Your nerves were on fire, the heat between your legs blistering as you clenched your thighs together.

Dabi seemed to notice, because his smirk grew wider as he closed the gap between you. The staples on his face scraped along your cheek as his lips brushed your earlobe and your body felt hot all of a sudden.

"But still– maybe I should do something to you without your consent?" His low, sultry voice being so close sent instant shivers up your spine. "What do you think, doll– you gonna be a good girl for me?"

It was like your body reacted on its own, as you slowly nodded, making him chuckle against your ear. It was enough to make your stomach somersault while you felt his mismatched lips brush back over your cheekbones, leaving a trail of nibbles here and there, making you gasp with the forbidden pleasure. You could feel him grinning against your skin at your reaction as he slowly made his way toward your lips.

You had forgotten how to speak– how to move. When his lips brushed the corner of your lips, a scorching heat shot right through your body, clouding your mind with indecent thoughts. Without thinking, you parted your lips in anticipation.

A pleased sound rumbled deep in Dabi's chest. But he simply paused there, just breathing against the corner of your lips. It was torture and he was obviously greatly enjoying your reaction as you felt him smirk again.

Suddenly, he straightened up, eagerly taking you in with smoldering turquoise eyes.

"You're cute." You heard him say under his breath as he kept taking you in, tracing his long finger along the line of your cheek.

You were biting your lower lip, unsure where to look, too distracted by your body slowly burning up. With him still holding you in place by your wrists, you watched his free hand retrieve your phone from his pocket. Swiping across the dark screen it came to life, instantly unlocking.

"Pfft, how naive," he noted, laughing under his breath. "Not using a password…"

Oh shit, you berated yourself for always forgetting to set one up.

His thumb flew over the display and when he was done, he looked up at you, and with a wide grin he slipped your phone back into the pocket of your jacket.

He adjusted his grip on your wrists, keeping you in place as he leaned in. You swallowed your breath, heart thrumming loudly against your chest.

"Unfortunately, this is where we have to part, doll." His free hand started playing with loose strands of your hair. "But I think you still owe me an apology."

Your eyes flicked to his lips and back but it was too late. His mouth curled suspiciously at the corner, having caught your wandering gaze.

"I think you know what I mean—" He tilted his head, his eyes slowly dropping down to your mouth.

He trapped your chin between his thumb and index finger, pulling your face up and closer. As he angled his mouth above yours, you could feel the heat of his breath on your lips, and instinctively your eyelids fluttered shut.

Time seemed to stand still at his close proximity; the warmth of his body against yours and his breath on your lips became your entire existence. You couldn’t even think, let alone move. You were completely at his mercy.

“Just like that…” you heard him whisper before he eased his lips over yours.

It struck you like lightning when you found his tongue slipping inside to explore your mouth. Your mind short-circuited as he sensually worked your mouths together giving you ample time to catch up and start to kiss back eagerly. He was the best thing you've ever tasted, and the scent of his smoky, warm skin drugged your senses. You let yourself fall into his kiss, his hand sliding behind your neck to pull you deeper into it.

His mouth was so hot on yours, leaving you lightheaded and with buckling knees. You would’ve sunk to the ground already if it wasn't for his tight grip on your wrists.

As if he knew, his thigh pried open your legs and slipped between them, pinning you in place. You gasped into his mouth, goosebumps exploding all over your body.

There was so much heat between your legs, your panties were soaked and the thin fabric of your tights didn't do anything to hide it from him.

You were starting to lose your mind as you continued to kiss, his thigh pressing right against your dripping core. You needed more, more of him down there. So without thinking, you started grinding down on his leg, the rough fabric of his jeans grazing against you, giving you ample friction to satisfy your growing need. Back and forth, you worked your hips until you were a trembling mess in his hold. You were so close to feeling the tension release, your body was ready to explode with pleasure.

Suddenly, he pulled away from you a little, groaning deeply– his eyes, dark and hooded with lust, boring into yours.

“So innocent,” he hummed appreciatively. “But such a big tease."

He straightened back up, sliding his thigh out from between yours. A strained whimper broke free from your lips at the loss of pressure. Releasing you from his hold, your arms dropped uselessly to your side. You started soothing the fresh ache by massaging your slowly bruising skin. Your eyes, following his thigh after it left you wanting, noticed a damp spot on his pants where you had ground against it. A blazing heat bloomed in your cheeks, your gaze dropping down onto the mucky ground.

"That was fun." He said, followed by a short chuckle as he stepped back.

You looked up at him from under your lashes, still too embarrassed to look him straight in the face.

"But– gotta go." And with that he adjusted the bag around his shoulder and strutted off. "See ya, doll—"

He stopped to shoot you a glance over his shoulder. His deep turquoise eyes met yours, lingering on you for a few moments before he took another step and was swallowed up by the darkness.

The moment he was gone had you hyperventilating, toppling against the scratchy brick wall for any sense of stability. Your palm clasped your chest as you tried to regain control of your breathing.

What the hell just happened?!?!

It was then that your phone vibrated, a text tone alerting you of a new message. With trembling fingers you pulled it from your pocket to see a message from an unknown number.

Holy shit…

To be continued...

#dabi smut #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi todoroki #bnha dabi #dabi #dabi fluff #mha touya #todoroki touya #touya smut #touya todoroki #bnha touya #touya x you #mha smut #bnha smut

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apas-95 · 8 months

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i do think the geoguessr guy gets like. way overhyped, just because 1) most clips of him getting very fast or accurate guesses are cherrypicked from longer streams where he has more reasonable results on average, and 2) the harder challenges he takes on are, while cherrypicked too, also usually on set 'maps' where there's a limited number of locations, such that it's possible to memorise (i.e. 'this grass looks malaysian' is referring to the already-seen grass of the one specific malaysian location in the set).

i think his longform techniques for geolocating images are useful, such as learning identifying regional features in infrastructure and foliage, orienting based on sunlight, and performing searches of satellite maps and streetview data once the region is narrowed down. even then, though, he has a very yankee viewpoint - upon being shown a very suburban single-family, clearly usamerican home by an interviewer, his first response was to say something (incorrect) about the telephone poles; and in the same interview misidentified polish as being 'cyrillic' - which seems limiting.

people tend to get very defensive over him, because they like the idea of genius savants, and question why he isn't being hired by the CIA or laud him for 'being 4chan' or whatever - but, in reality, the flashy skills just come down to practice, and the actually-useful longform skills are standard intelligence-gathering techniques that you yourself can learn and utilise. and, i mean, you should! think of an old family home, or some other location from your childhood, and try to locate it on google maps, remembering nearby landmarks and key features. keep mental note of the cardinal directions when you're out and about, so you can remember 'that was on a north-south road, on a hillside' later. it's fun, and on occasion, useful. [spacebar clack]

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icarustypicalfall · 1 year

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midnights

johnny soap mactavish x f!reader

summary: soft gazes, small talk, secrets spilled under breaths between stations, is this his idea of fun?

note: sorry for the inaccuracy, i don't speak the Scottish Gaelic, neither been to Scotland. love soap though <3

warnings: sfw, fluff, no yn just you, kinda funny, kinda awkward, litterly my mind is empty for renting.

"but i think i am falling so what can i do?"

23:30 pm

Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the final train arrived at the station. Your feet throbbed from standing, though you could have sat down. Glancing back at the plastic seating which didn't appear any less unclean or discomforting.

Swiftly, you secured a seat near the front of the train, close to the conductor's cabin.

You didn't own a car, you struggled to secure employment and housing in this foreign city. Lately, your life seemed dull, and this realization hit you with great force—were these the overhyped twenties?

Escaping a toxic household was a good thing, you left your hometown, starting a new life somewhere in Scotland. Relying solely on yourself, you faced myriad challenges, working tirelessly day and night, sacrificing sleep for brief naps during college breaks. Amidst this sea of responsibilities, your social life withered away. Night shifts at the mall, traversing college hallways by day—you embraced this life fearlessly. Despite the exhaustion, you cherished every moment.

The train resumed its motion, the slow yet rapid movement causing you to stumble slightly as you made your way towards the front. This was your sole means of transportation, and you had memorized which spots were worth fighting for and which ones to avoid like the plague.

23:35 pm

As you entered the cabin, a sense of relief washed over you; it was nearly empty. Although this did not always bode well, you refrained from complaining, grateful for the chance to sit during the 45-minute journey back home.

At this ungodly hour, the train car was considered vacant. A woman, a typical "Karen" in her mid-thirties, appeared disgusted by everything, casting a disdainful glare your way. Two mumbling teenagers, an elderly homeless individual, and... a man.

This man was unlike the usual commuters you encountered on your journey home. He seemed out of place yet strangely familiar amidst the others. Wearing a military uniform and sporting a unique mohawk haircut, its ends loosely falling onto his forehead.

The man's head snapped up as you stepped onto the platform. His eyes locked with yours for a moment, his lips curling into a tired yet awkward smile. Sensing your arrival, he moved his large gym bag from the seat beside him, as if he knew you would choose him as your travel companion on the way back home.

Whispering a quiet thank you, you collapsed onto the seat while checking your bag. You were well aware of the cunningness of thieves, having once had your ice cream snatched from your very hands.

Discreetly, the man stole a glance at you, that awkward smile still lingering on his chapped lips. Neither of you knew what to say or do, and the silence hung heavily in the air. Engaging in conversation seemed tempting, yet the weight of the silence prevailed. You preferred it that way, not wanting to embarrass yourself with ill-chosen words, especially in the presence of a military man—one who happened to be rather attractive.

23:42 pm

You checked your phone, scowling slightly. Only seven minutes had elapsed? It felt as though a decade had passed while both you and the stranger coughed and fidgeted in your seats, unable to shake off the peculiar sensation in your chests.

It was warm, almost tempting. And, for the very first time, you got courageous, opting for the somewhat risky choice; you decided to sleep.

Your head felt slightly dizzy, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts as you observed the flickering light bulb in one of the train cars.

00:09 pm

"Hey... Bonnie? Wake up! We're almost there," a soft voice laced with a Scottish accent murmured into your ear, jolting your eyes open.

The man with the mohawk cut smiled at you, whispering something in Scottish Gaelic that eluded your comprehension. Still groggy from your impromptued nap, you found yourself captivated by his bright eyes, paying little attention to his words.

The man seemed to invade your personal space as he continued to babble, yet you felt no offense. It was then that you realized you had slept through the entire ride, your head carelessly resting on his shoulder.

You quickly recoiled, straightening your posture and murmuring a wave of apologies while avoiding his gaze, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

The man stared at you as though you had sprouted a second head. Expecting the worst—insults or annoyed glares, as most people would respond—you were taken aback when he burst into laughter.

"No need to apologize, lass. Ya look like you've been through the wringer. Hope my shoulder was comfortable, eh?"

You nodded, slightly perplexed. Despite living in this Scottish town for two years, you had never quite grasped the local accent.

"My name is Johnny, but they call me Soap," he introduced himself.

"Soap? Like the dove bar?" you mumbled, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled and patted your head, underestimating his own strength in an endearing gesture that almost squeezed your skull. It seemed as though he was used to roughhousing with his military comrades rather than interacting with civilians.

"Quite funny, lassie. Truly... What might be your name? I haven't seen this face around before," he asked with a nod of curiosity.

The man, Soap, appeared to be either having an unmedicated ADHD case, under the influence, or simply a huge ray of grins and laughter. He acknowledged your name with a wide smile before whispering.

"Would you be interested in joining a military task, lassie?"

Your horrified expression seemed to amuse him greatly, as he continued to laugh heartily and slap his knee until the train reached its final destination.

"Just kidding, don't worry, lassie."

You nodded, rising from your seat as the doors swung open. Soap swiftly stood up, effortlessly hoisting his hefty gym bag onto his shoulder while grinning at you. He casually rested an arm on your shoulder, displaying an unexpected amount of affection and energy.

00:23 pm

Stepping out of the station, Soap let out a loud yawn, pushing his mohawk back before beaming at you. Were his cheeks blushing, or were you now hallucinating?

"Well, lassie, it's unsafe to walk alone at this hour. Mind if I accompany you home?" he asked, his shyness suddenly evident.

You smiled and nodded, appreciating the sense of security he provided. It was remarkable how at ease he made you feel, as if the two of you shared an unspoken understanding. Feeling emboldened, you intertwine your arms and began the walk home together.

Soap seemed thrilled, almost bouncing with excitement as he walked beside you, rambling on in his cheerful manner. He patted stray dogs, laughed boisterously, shared tidbits about his Captain, and even vented about a certain Phillip Graves.

You struggled to follow the intricacies of military life, but decided not to mention your confusion, content with observing how passionately he spoke about his hometown, his upcoming vacation and his family.

01:00 am

You arrived at your home, settling on the doorstep to catch your breath. Soap gazed in awe at you before plopping down beside you, accidentally jostling your feet with his bag which he tossed carelessly on the floor. He sighed, looking up at the dark sky with a contented smile.

"You know, Bonnie, this has been quite an fun night for me. It's been a while since I've met a charming lassie like you," he confessed.

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you returned his smile.

"I'd love to see you again. Perhaps I can show you around... if you'd like?" he added, restraining himself from sharing that he had developed a small crush on you, finally finding someone with whom he could share countless stories and laughter on their doorsteps.

You, too, wrestled with the fluttering feeling in your stomach gently nodded in agreement.

Soap beamed with relief, looking at you intently, his eyes sparkling.

"Can I sleep over? My mom prolly waiting for me with a flip flop at home. I forgot to tell her about breaking grandma's vase before my deployment..."

note: if there is any timeline faults or granmar, ignore it or tell me in the comments, im 2 tired to reread 🫶🏻

(this was pretty longer than the usual, kinda hate it cuz i made the reader a stone with no actions.. sorry for my soap fans next time will be better, m quite exhausted from the week 😭 gonna try to write for rudy tmr morning 💗)

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best-ducktales-episode · 3 months

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what is YOUR favourite dt episode?

A few people have asked me for my favorite episodes, so I thought I’d wait until the end of the tournament to give some of mine!!! Using this ask as an excuse to give my top five!

In the end most of these boil down to favorite character bias, but DuckTales has some amazing characters so can you blame me-

#1 Favorite, Astro B.O.Y.D.!

Yes yeah favorite character bias of course I love Gyro and team Science but also! There is so much more to love outside of them!

First off Gyro's character development?? He was a long established favorite of mine before that and it was so wonderful to not only get his backstory but his development too all in one episode. The way they give us so much about him in just a little dialogue and how much you can read into it- "I swore I would never go back" "Spent my whole life trying to live that down" *immediately goes back and faces it* really shows how huge it was for him to see Boyd again. Just having him there made him so scared of a repeat that he went back to face it with barely a moment's hesitation.

And Boyd oh my god he is the most precious child ever. He's wildly misunderstood! Baby boy! I really want to know how much of his memory he still has in the beginning, because he didn't know anything about what happened but he was still able to recognize Gyro I'm gonna cry. His and Huey's interactions are adorable and amazing, I don't relate much to the autism rep but I sure do fucking appreciate it. Every now and then I think too much about the "just wired a little differently" line and have to sit down for a minute. "That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me" BABIES. DO YOU UNDERSTAND.

Another thing I really appreciate about this episode is Fenton! I was thinking about it recently and I think this is the most of Fenton's personality we get to see. Every other episode centered around him he's having to deal with Mark Beaks or Waddleduck (Mark Beaks) or the date fiasco (Mark Beaks) or fighting an evil robot car (Mark Beaks) or being hacked (Mark Beaks) and so it's fun to just kind of see him Hanging Out in this episode. The way he just whisks Huey and Boyd off in the middle of the night makes me think he's like the fun older relative who drives you to the gas station after dark to get movie snacks. And I will never get over his "2-BOOOOOOO" anime scream.

People in the notes during the tournament complaining The Hug is overhyped no you don't understand. It is not appreciated enough. 1. All Boyd wanted the whole episode was a hug and to get that from the person who he used to care for the most? Who used to care for him the most? I'm not okay. 2. Gyro gets up there and acknowledges what Boyd has been saying this whole time, and it touches Boyd so much that he not only snaps out of evil mind control but his first instinct is just to hug him? 3. Gyro finally sees Boyd and understands what happened and the first thing he does is grab him out of the air and hug him? Gyro is clearly not a very huggy person but he doesn't hesitate there. That hug to me always means "I see you and I'm sorry" god I'm gonna cry.

There is so much more to say about this episode like the animation and Tezuka and Akita (so mad we never saw him in F.O.W.L.) but uhhh I've rambled enough so

#2 Favorite, From the Confidential Case Files of Agent 22!

Again! Favorite character bias, I love crazy evil women. Black Heron you are everything to me I'm so sorry you were so sidelined you deserved another episode. Also what the hell was going on with her and Beakley in the 60s "I've grown very well acquainted with your agent 22" ma'am what do you mean by that. What were you two Doing. Nothing else happens in this episode right-

Kidding! When I say that the S3 finale came out of nowhere I mean the triplets reveal went too fast for me, not the buildup of Webby and Scrooge being close. We had a random-ass episode in the middle of S1 already confirming them as best friends, and it is so adorable to see them bond. Scrooge let her yell a battle cry even though it would likely trigger the robots I love them. He lets her take the final fight against Heron because he knows she can do it I love them.

#3 Favorite, The Outlaw Scrooge McDuck!

"You just like this one because Gyro and Fenton are in it" you're catching on. I'm sorry I did say this is all favorite character bias. I love Marshall and Gyro just pops in for absolutely no reason other than that they needed the Time Tub to be established and they needed an excuse to get tech into the 1800s. He could've been literally any other character they could've made a new one Gyro literally doesn't matter there but he is there just Hanging Out and I love that for him.

I'm not the biggest Scroldie fan but they are fun. My favorite part is when Goldie hits him in the face with a gold pan and leaves him in a water trough. I love seeing more of Goldie here too, "oh I ran out of people to pit against each other" Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss it's so fun to see her actively manipulating her way out of a situation. Also I fucking love her dress and I yell her "KEY CHANGE" whenever I get a chance to.

#4 Favorite, The First Adventure!

"You just like this one because Black Heron is in it" correct. What did I say. She gets to do whatever the fuck she wants in this episode and I love her for that. "Forgot I set that one" she is everything to me.

I can't not appreciate little Donald and Della though, and we get to see The Note! "Eat the rich uncle" you know they only got away with that because no one can understand Donald. Speaking of which- I was so sad knowing it wasn't going to be Russi Taylor voicing him but I think whoever stepped in did a fantastic job, the only reason I can tell it's someone else is because I was paying so close attention to his voice. I love how Scrooge just hands the controls of a plane to a 10 year old talk about living on the edge. There are too many silly little hijinks with these three to go through but I love all of them they go so well together as characters. They all play off of each other amazingly and I feel like you get that the best in this episode. Also "am I donna or dello" should I make a poll for that.

#5 Favorite, Timephoon!

How does an episode completely change a fandom. Della Duck get behind me. I wasn't even in the fandom when this dropped but if I'm still seeing aftershocks of the chaos years after then I know it was bad. Thing is Della isn't even the thing I often focus on when watching this but I Will talk about it because nobody has any chill. Seriously kudos to her for winning the tournament she deserves it after all of this. I adore her interactions with Beakley in this episode "duuuude why would you step on a butterfly?!" that is not the point and she knows it she just does whatever she can to get out of being responsible. Mood.

The kids are really the focus here! I know Louie's story has more impact on the plot but I really like whatever was happening with Bubba and Huey and Webby. Pure shenanigans trying to reference an older character but god was it funny.

Also I really love everyones outfits at the end, Knight Della and Aaron Burr and/or Mr. Darcy 1800s Gyro especially. I really was expecting what LP said about the future to come up again in the finale, and I don't know if it's good or bad that it didn't because on the one hand that would be an amazing reference and on the other it's just more evidence of LP being silly and saying random shit.

(Honorable favorite mentions, The 87¢ Solution, The Great Dime Chase, Most Dangerous Game Night, Nightmare on Killmotor Hill, and Missing Links of Moorshire)

Anyway! I'm so happy you all are interested in my favorites and it's very fun to get to talk about them, so thank you for the excuse! Sorry they all boiled down to "I just really like this character and they're in this episode" but again that just means DuckTales creates some really fantastic characters. Main reveal I'm @wacky-nameless-inventor-24 come say Hi if you want to! I should do a poll soon of what tournament we should do next!

#ask #thank you!

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tybaltsjuliet · 2 years

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If you have the time, I'd love to hear more of your opinions about how Belle's aesthetic should be Gothic Heroine™ instead of Smart™. Can you elaborate on what that means?

for sure!

so, first off, this is all rooted in how i feel that intelligence is vastly overhyped and overstated as belle's Defining Trait. it's quite lazy, to my mind, that she has been deemed The Smart Princess because She Reads Books. ariel displays far more intellectual curiosity about the human world than belle does about anything. tiana is a successful businesswoman and mulan is a full-on war strategist by the time their stories conclude! i would sooner call them The Smart Princesses, whereas i think belle is far more defined by her passionate heart, her willingness to throw herself into danger, and her yearning for adventure. of course, those aren't terribly descriptively snappy, so i like to say belle is The Gothic Heroine Princess, as shorthand, because of the atmosphere of beauty and the beast and because she is a Capital R Romantic.

take the things we meet her reading, for one:

“i just finished the most wonderful story about a a beanstalk and an ogre and...”

“far-off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!”

“here's where she meets prince charming, but she won't discover that it's him till chapter three!”

this isn't to say that people who enjoy fairy tales and fantasy aren't intelligent, or that they aren't intellectually stimulating genres (consider villeneuve's full, literary “beauty and the beast” - if you want a fairy tale to rotate around your brain for months, that's it!) but intellectual stimulation is not what belle is focusing on. she delights in reading for the escapism - the adventure, the magic, and the romance that she craves.

and, speaking of which, for all the jokes people make her about her Daily Mean Song (and i do think that tweet is extremely funny), she's not even intellectually snobbish! the most derision in that vein she ever gives is in response to gaston - “well, some people use their imaginations.”/”you are positively primeval.” - who fully deserved it in the moment, because he was disrespecting her, her book, and generally behaving like a boor!

yeah, she remarks on the poor, provincial town and its little people, but what is her chief complaint? “every day like the one before.” “every morning just the same since the morning that we came.” yeah, she remarks that there’s no one in the town she can really talk to - but it’s clear from the opening number that it’s not that it’s because she thinks she’s better than them, but because they think she is the strange one!

leaving those thoughts aside, it’s also worth noting that throughout, belle acts far more from her heart than her head, relying on her emotions. racing off alone into the woods to try to find her father is not smart. sacrificing herself to become the prisoner of the beast is not smart. going into the west wing, after being expressly forbidden to do so by the beast, is not smart. for all she knows, the beast could have killed her for that. and defying gaston publicly, in front of his mob of angry villagers - decidedly not smart! and belle does not give a fuck, because she is The Gothic Heroine Princess, and she knows instinctively that her Capital R Romanticism will save the day. her good judgment of character - distrusting gaston, for instance - is often cited as another example of her intelligence, and it is - but that is something else that’s rooted in emotional intelligence versus intellectual intelligence. her emotional strength - her compassion and her passion, her sense of adventure and her sense of what is right, no matter what the rest of the world tells her to do and feel and think - is what gets her through her ordeals in the village that ostracizes and rejects her, as well as the enchanted castle with danger and mystery around every corner. (indeed, the line between “enchanted castle” and “haunted castle” is but a gossamer thread, and she makes that castle her home.)

and, of course, there is absolutely nothing more gothic heroine than falling in love with disney’s very first byronic hero.

#;ask me your questions and get some answers.#;dream factory.#;ever just as sure as the sun will rise.

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kvthgok · 1 year

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Bad Idea | Miguel O’Hara x Teen Spider Reader (Platonic Obv)

Warnings- none

Summary- You got introduced to the Spider Society and they were judging you…..

Side note - Sorry to all my Gwen lovers she's kinda mean in this one </3 ! Also not proofread sorry if theres spelling & grammar errors

Today was a big day for you! Well…it was supposed to. You had been training with Miguel for a while but not too long, he said you didn’t need that much training because you were natural!

-Moving on, Time skip few minutes later-

Miguel and you were standing outside the meeting room. “Are you ready?” he questioned, placing his hand on the door knob ready to turn it. “Mhm!” she nodded in response. The two of you guys walked in and stood off the front of the meeting table. Miguel cleared his throat before speaking, “This is the recruit I was telling you guys about, her name is Y/n.” As he said this, the group looks at you with a somewhat judgmental expression. "Nice to meet you guys," you say to break the silence. The spider-mans all nod back at you, but still have this strange expression on their faces. You wonder if Miguel may have overhyped you.

As you stand in silence, you suddenly hear someone speak up.

"You're the recruit Miguel was talking about?" She said, her voice still judging and skeptical. You look over to who said that and see that it's Gwen. In any case, she didn't sound all that thrilled to see you.

"Gwen, come on, don't treat her like that." Miguel said, sounding annoyed at her behavior.

"She's a great spider-man with tons of potential," Miguel continued, sticking up for you. You were starting to feel like this was a terrible idea. A bad one.

"Yeah, but what potential does a 13 year old have anyway." Gwen said, looking at you with a judgmental look.”Gwen, I really don't want to deal with your attitude today, ok?" Miguel said, having had enough of Gwen's behavior. Y/n stood there dumbfounded thinking to herself did she really just say?! You started to grow annoyed with her bitchy attitude. You had finally spoken up, clearly not in the mood anymore , “If you wanna talk shit at least get my age right. I’m 14 actually dumbass” I scoffed.

Gwen looked annoyed when you corrected her. Clearly she was the type of person that got easily angered.

“Whatever!” She said, “It doesn’t make a difference, you’re still too young.” She said, not backing down. She turned her back on you and started talking to the other spider warriors that weren’t as annoyed with you.

“Come on Miguel, there’s no way you’re going to work with that.” she said, sounding annoyed. Miguel rolled her eyes at this. Miguel looked at Gwen, his patience already wearing thin.You left the meeting room pissed.

Miguel watched as you walked away in a frustrated mood. He took a deep breath before calling out to you as you headed to the door, “Y/n wait" He said in a concerned tone.

You continued walking out anyways, so he figured there was no point in arguing with you since it wouldn't make much of a difference. You left however, before he could say anything more. He watched you leave, trying to decide what to do. After a few hours , he headed into the room where you were last seen. On the table he sees your watch and a note that said that the meeting was a bad idea. But in the note you thanked him for everything he taught you.

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ryanjudgesthings · 1 year

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Nothing like getting into Elementary after being a BBC Sherlock fan for so long. Sherlock was overhyped to the point where I was barely aware of Elementary's existence. Now having finished the first season of Elementary, I find it to be infinitely superior. (The same way I find the Davies era of Doctor Who infinitely superior to Moffat's, but that's a rant for another time.) It's incredible how a show can have roughly the same premise and elements and yet one can be so vastly superior.

Miller's Sherlock Holmes has many of the same flaws as Cumberbatch's. Miller's Sherlock can be abrasive and insensitive and even demanding at times, and yet he's far more likeable than Cumberbatch's. Elementary Sherlock Holmes endeavors to acknowledge his failings and apologize, he endeavors to do better. Where BBC Sherlock Holmes loves to humiliate people to prove his cleverness, Elementary Sherlock tries (with mixed results) not to cross lines that are too personal. Elementary Sherlock Holmes doesn't view everyone around him as a complete and utter imbecile; he respects those who put him in his place when he's being an ass. Elementary Sherlock cares about the well-being of others and at times barely manages to keep his anger under wraps when he deals with the evil of the world.

(Of course, it's okay to write a character with flaws, but when you romanticize those flaws it is quickly exhausting to watch.)

I'm usually a little hard on American adaptations despite being an American myself, but CBS Elementary respects its viewers whereas BBC Sherlock insists on treating you like a complete and utter imbecile for having the gall to ask about the giant plot holes littered throughout the show.

CBS Elementary tells a compelling story about Sherlock's struggle with mental health and addiction that humanizes the character. Sherlock has an interesting and compelling dynamic with his family where he feels neglected by his father, correctly predicting yet another failure to follow through at dinner. BBC Sherlock gives us a background for the main character that makes no sense after the writer said it would be a mistake to go there.

BBC Sherlock takes one of the most iconic female antagonists of all time and just... ruins the whole story with her. Elementary respects its female characters, isn't an all-white cast, and responds to the possibility of people being LGBT with a mere shrug, as if it's nothing out of the ordinary. (In stark contrast to BBC Sherlock that reminds you every five minutes its main characters aren't gay and then decided that they'd make their main villain scary by having him act gay to the point where it's noted by characters on screen, including said villain himself. Also his main motivation is he's obsessed with the main character I guess??)

It's... wild to think that all this time I could have been enjoying a show that didn't make me feel like an idiot for liking it. Oh well, I get to enjoy it now.

#cbs elementary #sherlock holmes #elementary sherlock #anti steven moffat #anti bbc sherlock

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0shewrites0 · 5 months

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I HAVE SO MANY OPINIONS RIGHT NOW!!!

LITG S8 | vol X | ep 28

First of all, Jin definitely HAS TO HAVE SOMETHING on his eyes because ain’t no way he thinks Sienna is pretty. Or, God forbid, hot. I mean 🥲 and she looks like a grandma in her flowery little nightgown yikes 🤣

MY MC MADE OUT WITH KYLE AND IT WAS THE HOTTEST SHIT EVER! Ok so, first of all the little turning me on with words, bit of roleplay, the whispering - istg I had goosebumps all over my body. And then he pleasures the fuck out of my MC and says this:

He’s too good at what he does. My MC is right, phew 😮‍💨

Cue 💋💍🥧

The way he wants to be the first to have his turn omgg that was the sweetest. I was hoping he didn’t want to kiss me but I was actually MELTING when he said this

HELL YES I AM, get on them knees and propose to meee 🥹🥹🥹

(Ngl I got the ick when he snogged Sienna but ig his reason was valid. Sienna being smug about it was not it tho 💀)

JIN KISSING SIENNA ✨ROBOTICALLY✨ and Sienna exaggerating again by calling it ✨so hot✨

Be so for real now, Si Si. That’s just straight up pathetic at this point gee 💀

Side note: I love how Kyle is calling us ‘hey, beautiful’ or ‘hey, gorgeous’. I think it’s so sweet 🥹

BACK TO WHAT MATTERS

Look how happy he was when I accepted his proposal

Omg I wanted to snog his face offff for this afagahshshd

Kyle and Jin pieing each other - well, that was to be expected so it’s whatever. But what really gave me the ick was when Oakley pied Kyle for no other reason than

HE’S SO THREATENED BY KYLE LMAOOOO

And then not Theo calling him out in front of everyone 😭🤣 like, I’m sorry but I always knew Oakley was too good to be true

I just was a bit confused why Emel didn’t react to this. Like at all 🤣

Onto the next one

LIAM IS A FUCKING DIMWIT! My girl Bea doesn’t deserve to be treated like this, what the actual fuck! And what’s even more disturbing: you’re seriously trying to tell me that SIENNA is a close second when ranking hottest girls??!!! 🤮

Plus, he has the nerve to ‘cram’ the fucking pie in MY face because, and I quote, “I just think you’re pretty overhyped.”

I call bullshit! Thank God Jin was decent enough to defend me and call him by what he is - rubbish.

Anyway. Thanks for letting me vent. This one episode is already more eventful than last week’s whole volume lmao 😂

#litg #litg kyle #litg jin #litg oakley #litg theo #litg sienna #litg bea #litg s8 #litg tempting fate

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solarbird · 2 months

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I’m going to say one final thing about the Trump shooting, then turn the rest of this into a resource post, highlighting some useful information about Project 2025, JD Vance, and the two together, since there is some involvement.

I argued in the past that it doesn’t matter whether Trump’s ear was hit by a bullet or shrapnel, because it fucking doesn’t, it was still an assassination attempt. I’ve argued about how Democratic conspiracy theories give us more MAGA and give them something to counterbalance against January 6th.

But most importantly, going off about which happened gives Donald Trump more attention for something he wants attention about.

For a blessed few days, nobody was talking about the stinking orange buffoon, not really, and given that literally nothing changes about the story he wants to talk about if it’s shrapnel or if it’s a bullet, that was a really good thing. It was ��fuckity-bye, ear” in the news and I was delighted for it.

Even talking about him overhyping the damage or whatever just gives it all more air.

Don’t give it – or him – any air. Don’t let him get up. Until and unless something actually major actually happens – not hypotheses or speculation, actually something major – keep it quiet, because it helps shift the focus back on him.

Keep the focus on Harris and on Vance. That’s what’s good for us. Not speculating about trivia nobody outside the obsessed cares about: himself, as victim.

Make sense? Good. I’m shutting up about it until and unless there’s some actual hard news, and I recommend you do too.

Have some more resources on Project 2025 and JD Vance; use them as appropriate when talking to your friends and family about the election, particularly the Trumpy ones:

This is a two-fer: Trump again denies Project 2025 — despite Vance writing foreword for chief architect’s book. This is the same book that calls progressives “unhumans” and praises the January 6th insurrectionists. So that’s fun.

You’ve heard the “childless cat ladies” with “no stake in America” quote, of course. Push comes to shove, he really doesn’t think women – certainly not childless women – should be able to vote. He doesn’t just come out and say it like the GOP candidate for governor in Nroth Carolina did, but it’s in there.

There are so many levels of Christofascism in the Project, here’s yet another one: A Jewish couple were rejected as foster parents because of their religion. This is the future Project 2025 envisions

FBI director issues warning on ‘frightening’ Project 2025, specifically its plans to make the FBI directly responsible not to the constitution but to one man, Donald Trump.

How J.D. Vance Went From Green Tech Investor to Climate Change Doubter – it’s about money and power, naturally.

JD Vance roadblocked dozens of US diplomats while he obsessed over their views on gay rights, because he really, really hates the queers.

Anybody remember the Spoils System in the Federal government? I kind of doubt it, because nobody – I mean, literally I’ve seen nobody – talks about it in relation to J.D. Vance’s radical plan to build a government of Trump loyalists based on Project 2025. Not only was it massively corrupt from top to bottom – absolute looting for the winning political party – but it even triggered the assassination of President James Garfield.

Enjoy this big collection of JD Vance being absolutely evil. He really hates women without children – no, he really hates women in general, and hating women who don’t have (white) children is only the start.

Here Vance supporting police tracking women’s periods for evidence of abortion.

There’s more, but this is getting pretty long. I’ll leave you with this last little nugget:

The AP had to take down their fact check about JD Vance never having sex with with a couch. This is because while he didn’t actually tell such a story in Hillbilly Elegy, they can’t prove a negative, so couch time is back on.

And with that, enjoy the weekend.

#jd vance #us politics #politics #fascism #project 2025 #donald trump #trump

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mr-damian-s-power · 8 days

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Is there in the owl houses that you do like?

I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume this is a genuine question and not sarcasm.

Now, you see, this question comes with some issues as a few things I DO like come with their own problems. For instance I like Camila and Hooty, but I don't like how the show and fandom treats them.

As I've said in previous posts, I don't like how people make Camila out to be a bad, or even 'abusive', parent. But, I've already gone into detail my gripes with Camila's treatment so I won't repeat myself.

I also like Hooty! Yes, he can be annoying, but he's far too adorable to stay mad at him. He's so genuine in his sillyness, like he doesn't have a malicious bone in his body. But then, my issue arises with how he's treated as an idiot and punching bag by other characters, even Luz. I can't actually remember if I've made a dedicated post on him, but I may make one with new ideas I've got.

As for things I like without issues! Let's see, well I like Eda and Raine's relationship! I don't really care for many of the relationships in the show, but there's just makes me find them so cute.

Another would be that I like a lot of the Demon designs. Then again, that comes with a personal issue in that they don't have much to do. Hardly any Demons are characters of note and I've noticed that I like to use the term 'window dressing' when describing them. I still stand by that.

Oh, and one more thing, please don't think that my criticisms come from a place of hatred. I don't HATE Owl House! I think it's flawed and poorly written in areas and majorly overhyped, but I don't HATE it! I only wish for this show to be the best it can be, and as it stands, the show is 'okay', but it could've been 'stellar'. It could have stood shoulder to shoulder with the likes of Gravity Falls, but it currently doesn't even reach GF's knees.

I prefer Amphibia!

#owl house #the owl house #toh #toh critical #toh criticism #toh salt #the owl house criticism #the owl house critical #criticism

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choose violence 🥰✨: 3 (altho to avoid the Drama™ it should be more related to something silly I don't want u to die to answer this lmao), 7, 9, 10, 20, 21 (v curious about the last two actually)

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr NO NO I AM HAPPY TO DO THIS ONE because it is my favorite worst take I've ever seen: "Did you know that Darth Vader and the Empire must have freed all the slaves because we never see any slaves in the original trilogy!" THEY WERE SERIOUS. (Pssst, nobody tell them about Oola.) My other favorite worst take I've ever seen: "We are allowing people to express themselves too much because I just saw people shipping Obi-Wan and Anakin, they're writing all these fics about love, and they shouldn't do that! I also saw people shipping Gojou and Geto from Jujutsu Kaisen and they are FRIENDS, they shouldn't LOVE each other!" Absolutely stellar, no notes, phenomenal, 10/10. 7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them? It is an absolute struggle not to get sucked into the whirlwind around Qui-Gon Jinn's character. He's so often used as a weapon against the other Jedi, when the reality of his character is that he's both a lovely person and kind of an actual asshole in the movie, he's a dick to Jar Jar! He only cares about Anakin because of the prophecy! But he also is genuine about his affections and he was a good teacher to help Obi-Wan come into himself! He's absolutely HILARIOUS when he's not giving a shit throughout all the batshit stuff that happens in the first 20 minutes of the movie! But so much of fandom wants to flatten him out into either lionizing him or demonizing him and, if that made it more fun for people, I'd be more onboard! Hell, yeah, lionize the hell out of your faves because you love them!! But so few people seem to actually care about the character for himself and, when he gets used to bash the other Jedi, sometimes it's hard to get out of the instinctive urge to dislike the character. (QUI-GON DESERVES BETTER THAN THIS. LET HIM BE AN ASSHOLE CAT THAT WE LOVE.) 9. worst part of canon Honestly, I like pretty much all of Lucas' canon, which is the primary stuff I care about. And most of the boring stuff I can just ignore. But, man, I have trouble with TBB. 20. part of canon you found tedious or boring To be honest, pretty much any of the Star Wars books from the last couple of years that don't focus on established characters. (And some of the established characters, too, I could not finish the Padme trilogy.) I am just so full up on half-sketched characters that never seem to have any real arc to their character or bite to them that I've almost entirely stopped reading SW books, I'm just so bored with them, none of them have Lucas' ability to create a character I want to spend time with or they don't have the page time (like 3+ books worth) to develop them. 21. part of canon you think is overhyped I wouldn't have said this three years ago, but I'll say it today: The Mandalorian. That first season was phenomenal and deserved to be as hyped as it was, just for what it did for breathing enthusiasm back into the fandom. Those early days were amazing, we all got along in fandom, there was genuine affection and zeal for having fun with the characters! But by the time the third season came around, despite that I had a blast during it, it didn't deserve the hype anymore, Favroni had lost their focus or something, and it was all over the place and I don't think it deserves to be "the GOOD Star Wars" live action anymore. (You know what I mean with that.)

#lumi.txt #star wars #choose violence ask game

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littlemissmentallyunstable · 1 month

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HIHIHIHI CONGRATULATIONS ON 100 OMG YOU DESERVE 100 BILLION BC YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD BUT UHAFJDSH

CAN I PRETTY PLS ASK FOR FLOURESCENT ADOLESCENT THANK YOU AUGH (i love the arctic monkeys oml i will be back)

okok so i am straight so preferably a guy, i feel like in a relationship id def be the crazy overhyper one like bouncing off the walls and saying ily all the time and my love language is physical touch so like kisses and hugs and cuddling and stuff like that. also im a sucker for pet names 🤭🤭

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HEYYEYEYEYEYYEYE!! THANK YOUUUUUU IM BLUSHINH GURRRRLLL. ILYSMMMMM!! 😘😘

(yesss pls come back!! arctic monkeys literally have my heart)

okay I can really see you with someone really excitable who matches your energy, so you’d be like that really crazy couple (in a good way) that do like crazy date ideas like skydiving or smth

kenji kishimoto, percy jackson or xander hawthorne were the first names that immediately came to mind

and then I compared all the other factors and I think is ship you most with percy jackson

1) bc he would literally be your hype man for everything and anything

2) he’s such a golden retriever

3) every time you said ily he’d say it back bc he wants you to KNOW that he will always love you

4) physical touch is ur love language and he would DELIVER.

5) ofc there’s the classic ‘wise girl’ pet name so I’m sure he’d have one for you 🤭🤭 (I’ll let you decide what that is)

6) also he’s jump into Tartarus for you, there’s not a lot of guys like that in the world :)

7) you guys can pull all nighters together and he won’t tell you to go to sleep 🙃

8) bc he’s percy jackson… like yum

I feel like the two of you would literally be the most chaotic but beautiful couple ever and you’d really love each other!!

AND I KNOWWW you’re a grayson girlie, but I think he has too much trauma with redheads (praying you don’t take offence to this, was not meant in that way at all!! I think red hair is super cute!!)

SIDE NOTE: help when you said pet name all I could think of is Rohan calling Savannah ‘savvy’ but let’s not go there 😭😭

And I just wanted to say, you were litro one of my day one followers, like help you’ve stuck with me for ages 😭😭 thanks!! AND you were also one of my first moots ever and one of the first people I talked to on tumblr!! you’ve been so kind to me, answering all of my silly questions, commenting on my fics and liking all of my posts, you’ve supported me through all of this and I’m really glad we ‘met’. honestly thank you eunoia ❤️❤️ it honestly means the world, love you lots

#100 follower event #wish-i-were-heather #fluorescent adolescent #fictional character ship

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Cat and Mouse

{Author's note: I don't write like this often but, enjoy!! Husker alongside my lil self insert just brings me a ton of joy <3}

Taking in new residents was no easy feat, but none have bested the hotel's owner yet. Charlie Morningstar's shining optimism even convinced the newest patron that there was hope for redemption after all. She's seen sinners of all types and crimes, dealing with people who've taken the lives of others in cold blood has become a normality around the hotel. The newest guest being a former serial killer, taking the name of Malice now, they had a particular chaotic, harsh and rebellious attitude. However, beneath their sour surface, they wished that life could've been more, different from their short lived fate.

After Charlie gives Malice the basic introduction and tour of the hotel, she shows them to their room. They took no hesitation in immediately trying to fall the fuck asleep, slightly regretting even opening up to a complete stranger. Doubting wether this would even work, if this was just an overhyped, uneducated attempt at group therapy or not. They uncomfortably passed out in mere minutes. The next morning they kept a low profile, howerver it wasn't long until Charlie pulled them out of their anti-social bubble. They could only sigh in exasperation as Charlie took them by the hand, leading them to the bar nearby.

"Malice, I'd like to introduce you to someone! He's-......Well, he doesn't talk a lot but I think you two could learn to be-..."

Malice scoffs.

"Be more what?"

"Oh I meant nothing like that! It could help you to talk to someone, maybe someone you can relate to a bit!"

Malice sighs as Charlie excitedly pulls them up onto one of the nearby barstools. She leaned over the bar, kicking her heels as she reached over to the bartender, poking him on the shoulder. He turned around, sighing in annoyance as he furrowed his thick, feathery brows.

"Husker-"

"It's Husk. Whadda what?"

She gestured towards a very anxious Malice. They very obviously avoided eye contact, Husk being almost three times their height, looming over them, came as a bit of a surprise to Malice. They spun around in their seat as Charlie continued to coax Husk into conversation.

"Husk-......Since you're going out to restock some stuff here at the bar, why don't you take our newest resident with you? I'm sure it could be-"

He shook his head, interrupting her.

"You really pairing me up with the miniature butcher? Well shit, ain't I flattered?! The answer is no."

Malice began climbing off their seat, slightly hurt by his comment, they made it up in their mind that maybe this whole thing wasn't worth it. First proper day here and it's already shit. Maybe Malice could never repair the damage they caused in their former life. Just as they were leaving, they heard Charlie scold Husk, earning a frustrated groan from him. He slowly followed Malice, his tail and wings dragging behind him as he slouched over them. They started walking faster over to the stairs once they felt his presence above them. As Malice began climbing up the stairs, their ears flopped back in annoyance, even a little in disappointment. Malice squinted up at Husk as he shoved his way past them, blocking their path, he awkwardly leaned against the railing.

"Don't take it personally kiddo-"

"The name's Malice, and I'm not a kid, I'm 21....goddamn."

"21? Just that? Heh, ya got a lot of learning to do. Anyways, what I said back there-"

"Yeah. You don't gotta apologize for Charlie's sake, I don't need everyone to wanna be my fuckin' friend."

Husk sighs and runs his claws over his ears, shaking his head.

"If ya'd quit fucking interrupting me. Don't take it to heart, we've all done stupid shit to end up here. You're not better or worse than anyone here, okay?......Malice."

They look up at him, raising a brow, a smirk curls up their face. They couldn't help but stare at Husk for a moment, as intimidating as his height is, what's not to love? He's a large winged cat....

Snapping out of the trance they were caught in, Malice dryly chuckles. They squeeze their way by Husk, looking back at him with a softer stare.

"So....should I get my coat or not?"

He nods at them, only a hint of a smile spreading across his mouth as they ran up to their room. Husk steps back to the bottom of the stairs, taking a seat on the lower steps, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty for offending Malice. Then again, why should he care? They did horrible things in their past and think they can be redeemed....but they're striving to be better. Could they be better? Why did he suddenly give a shit about someone so quickly? He cupped his face in his hands, groaning in frustration and equally, confusion. Malice soon exiting their room, they slowly walked down to Husk, sitting next to him on the stairs.

"You ok, man?"

His ears perked up, a little confused. It's been a long time since he's heard a question like that. Such a small, simple question and yet it felt so refreshing. His heart felt as if it reactivated upon this question, that someone could genuinely care and be concerned. No, it couldn't be that. Not ever, especially not from someone he knew for only 5 minutes. Not a young, attractive person like Malice. It was just a question and nothing more.

"I'm fine, whatever. Let's just get going."

"You sure, big guy? I mean, we all aren't too ok, we're literally in Hell! But ya know, are you keepin' it together?"

He glanced down at them as the two left the hotel, their eyes were large, yet piercing and malevolent with such microscopic pupils. He couldn't get a read on what Malice's motives were and it slightly angered him. Why did they give a shit how he was feeling? What could they possibly want?

He led them to the car in front of the hotel. The car ride into the city wasn't nearly as awkward as the two feared it would be.

"Ey, Husk...how'd ya end up working for the hotel anyways?"

"Well, ya see...a little advice if you want me to do ANY kinda work, always include free booze."

He chuckled to himself as Malice shook their head.

"I mean, hey...I got no place no judge! I can bet ya that I can smoke more than you can drink, not something I'm too proud of but-"

"Is that a challenge?"

They squint up at him, smirking playfully. "You're a bit of an ass, y'know that? I like that about you."

And now it was awkward. Husk broke any eye contact he'd kept with Malice, keeping his eyes strictly on the road now. His ears shifting back, his breathing became a little hoarse after a moment. It's been a long time since someone's said they like ANYTHING about him, he just wasn't at all prepared to respond to a remark such as that. Malice looked up at him, a concerned glint in their eye.

"Hey uhhh.....sorry?"

"F-for what, kid?"

"Calling you an ass. I didn't mean it like th-"

"It's fine, you didn't say nothin' wrong."

Malice inched out of the car slowly as they stopped at their destination, staring at him, feeling a little embarrassed about actually getting friendly with him. They figured he was a bit more like them than he'd ever admit, that socializing wasn't his strongest suit. They tried not to let his deadpan responses drag down their mood too much. As the two went through a few of Hell's shabby markets, Malice tried their damnest to keep the conversation going between them and Husk. Something about him made them feel comfortable around him, he wasn't exactly friendly, but he didn't feel like a genuine threat. They couldn't help but feel a little bad for him, he's obviously out of his usual element.

"Sooooo....do you just work at the hotel or is the whole redemption thing on the table for you too?"

"Ehhh....Charlie says there's a chance for everyone here. I don't think so, for me anyways. But I gotta respect that girl's effort, dealing with me is enough, but all those other assholes ontop of that....sheesh."

"I don't think she's "dealing" with you dude, ya know that some people just.....give a shit? With no strings attached."

Husk could've shattered the bottle in his hand with how hard his grip clenched down on it. Malice could see they struck a nerve, he hissed through gritted teeth down to them.

"Yeah, sure. I'd pay to fuckin' see that."

"Okay, big guy....I don't wanna spill all my beans seein' as we barely know each other right now, but I had someone like that myself."

"And now you don't..."

They tried not to let his remark bother them, it was factual. What disturbed them more was the thought of him projecting his own feelings onto them, this guy has a LOT of issues, and hard as he's trying to just keep it together. He obviously needed someone to just talk to, it was a sentiment they could relate to, Husk seemed rough around the edges, and while he may doubt Malice's experience due to their youth. They were all the wiser when it came to getting a read on people, one of the many tricks they kept up their sleeve. Maybe they could crack this guy open and find a genuine friendship with him, could be a nice motivator to better themself. Killing two birds with one stone, maybe the two of them could find redemption with each other.

Malice began walking to another isle, leading Husk with them. Their tail swaying back and forth slowly as they tried to think of anything to say.

"Hey sooooooo....do you usually go on outings like this?"

"Eh, yeah. It's part of the job to keep shit on my end together."

"Ya ever, y'know? Fuck around?"

They mischievously smiled at him as his face scrunched up with a confused look.

"Do I wanna know what you mean-"

"I mean maybe we could have fun!"

"And what's your definition of fun?......"

Malice's eyes sparkled with a daring shimmer, their devilish grin stretching wider across their face. Husk's eye was caught by their expression, it was both chaotic and alluring. Something about the way their eyes widened, their long lashes fluttering about, made something deep within his chest spark a sense of warmth. Their laugh was abysmal, sounding similar to a paper shredder filled with shrapnel. And yet....the way their heart shaped nose scrunched up, the way their smile flashed their bucked teeth...was oddly charming. Their unhinged, mischievous joy felt so genuine, Husk couldn't fathom why they'd want to share their little moments of happiness with him out of anyone. Malice chuckled out a few words.

"Maybe we can fuck around! Nothing too extreme but ya know~.....piss around a little."

They ran off to another isle, Husk keeping a close eye on them as he cocked one brow to the side. Following Malice closely, he signed in exasperation at the sight of them teetering at the very top of a shelf, pulling the rusted cover off the ceiling vent. They turn around, smiling at him and squinting.

"Ya get up to the roof through here, jackass!"

He rolls his eyes, gesturing towards the door.

"Don't trouble yaself. C'mere."

Malice climbs down to him, the both of them leaving the store into the back alley. They look up towards Husk, tilting their head.

"Did you pay for ANY of that shit?!"

"Heh....nope."

"We're really on a straightforward path to redemption, ain't we?!"

The two head down the darkest corner of the alleyway, Husk looking up into the crimson light above the building. He knelt down, reaching out a hand towards Malice, his ears drooping down.

"I don't do this for ANYONE, okay? This stays between us...or I'll break your fuckin' neck, kid."

Malice takes his hand, he hoists them up closer to himself awkwardly, avoiding eye contact as he shifted his wings around. Taking flight into the, soon onto the roof, he let Malice back onto their feet, instantly turning his back to them, his wings fluttering and hiding his slouching frame. Malice pulls a cigarette from their pocket, lighting it as they sat next to him, taking a puff from the cigarette as they gazed up towards his deadpan face.

"Whadda ya mean you don't "do that" for everyone? Don't like bein' handsy?"

"I don't use these-.."

He flexes his wings, folding them neatly together behind himself, he holds out a hand, awaiting for Malice to offer him their cigarette.

"Why not? Kinda badass having big fuckin' wings, you can just-.....zizz all around, whenever ya want."

Their eyes soften as he sighs, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the red sunlight above.

"Not much has changed in terms of.....this. Not the kind to look twice at, y'know? Eh, why the fuck am I telling you this-"

"Heyyyyy, ey! The fuck you mean "not the kind to look twice at"?! You sayin' you ain't a motherfuckin' DIME-PIECE, boy?"

He slightly jumps back, his face scrunching up in disgust. Flicking the ashes off the cigarette, he quickly looks away from Malice, taking in another huff of smoke, mumbling to himself.

"Someone needs a pair of glasses...."

Malice snatched the cigarette from between Husk's claws, sitting all too close to him, they squinted at him.

"You're not kiddin' are ya? You actually think that?!"

He shrugs and steals the cigarette back, nonchalantly turning away, hoping to change the subject, he pulls the brim of his tophat over his face. Malice scoffs in disbelief, standing up to attempt reaching his height, they inched uncomfortably closer to him.

"Nah, nah-...you're actually tellin' me that you think you ain't a dimepiece?! Bull-fuckin'-shit!...."

He instantly snaps away in the opposite direction from Malice, nearly knocking over the bags of various booze bottles placed next to him, he desperately tried to keep his balance, but slipped from his seat a little. Malice couldn't help but snicker from the effect their remarks made on him, he definitely wasn't used to this kind of attention, and looked to be in an embarrassing amount of denial. Picking himself back up, he furrowed his brow, angrily pouting, his tail flicked from side to side as he grumbled in a low tone.

"Don't act fuckin' cute, doesn't suit ya."

"Aww you think I'm cute~?"

He groans in disgust, standing up and preparing to walk away, hissing back at Malice.

"Whatever it is you're trying, the answer is no."

Malice tilted their head, their tail wagging from side to side, their eyes following Husk's movement.

"Don't you wanna know why I wanted to come up here?"

He groaned, stumbling back to his seat, sighing heavily in frustration. He fumbled with his claws, looking away from Malice. He despreately wanted to make eye contact with them, but every nerve in his body told him it was a terrible idea. The two sat awkwardly in silence for a moment or two. Only for a moment up until Malice scooted closer to Husk, peering upwards, they waved their hand around in the air, gesturing towards the sky.

"Kinda weird ain't it? Look!.....no stars. No goddamn milky way, no Dippers, Orion's belt damn disappeared on me! Not a shitting star in sight..."

Husk moved a bit closer to them, peering upwards along with them, his face inched towards Malice. Unknowingly, the fluff at the side of his face brushed up against Malice's ear, their large ear beginning to twitch and flap around startled him.

"Ah-....shit, my bad-"

"Oh, it's whatevs, man! Heh, you're lost in the sauce, eh?"

His lip curls into a snarl as he backs away, his eyes returning to viewing the deep rosy skies. Malice leans their head against his shoulder, sighing in wonder."Little stuff you take for granted you kinda end up missing the most, eh?...."

For a while the two enjoyed the silence, Husk resting his head upon Malice's head subconsciously as the two gazed at the skies above....Deep inside, Husk could feel a strange sense of weakness, not completely unfamiliar, but a feeling he's been out of touch with for far too long. He wasn't fully even aware what he was feeling, but it was pleasant. Something about Malice's strange presence made him feel comfortable, not just around them, but comfortable in his own skin.

A feeling he almost forgot even existed. While the two weren't even going out of their way to make physical contact, the touch of another person felt warming, for once it was from someone not completely invading his privacy and personal space. This time it was different, natural.

"Umm...this is nice and all, but I think we should head back, Charlie's probably waiting on this shit-..."

Malice sprung up from their seat, awkwardly chucking as they stood up."Yeah, don't wanna look TOO suspicious, ya know? Know what I mean, eh?!"

The two exchanging a stiff glance, Malice wiggling their eyebrows in a jokingly seductive manner as they finger gunned in Husk's direction. Husk's brows furrowing as he scowled in discomfort. Malice laughing off his reaction, their ears flopping back.

"Oh I didn't mean-....we-...ok yeah, whatevs. Let's get goin'."

The two fumbled with the bags of various booze bottles in an uncomfortable silence. Husk staying completely silent on the short flight down from the building, Malice staring up at him every now and then on the walk back to the car. Everytime Husk felt the presence of their eyes upon him, he'd reluctantly glance down at them, Malice instantly looking away. It was hard for Malice to keep their eyes off Husk, they found him to be very easy on the eyes, but it felt like much more than that. They felt a warm sense of comfort around him, while he seemed to have such a hard exterior, nothing about him felt hostile. Quite the opposite in fact, as if he was in a constant state of self protection.The car ride back to the hotel shaped up to be quiet. Malice felt a little guilty for their one-off joke, they knew they meant nothing by it, but it made the energy between the two uncomfortable, just when things started sailing smoothly. They discreetly looked over to Husk, gathering any and all courage they could, Malice let out a heavy sigh.

"Hey, man....it was a dumbass joke back there, ok? I didn't mean nothin' by it, I swear, I.....sorry if it made shit weird for you."

They curled back up into their seat, a little moment of silence passing as Husk merely shrugged, mumbling in response.

"You're pretty straightforward ain't ya?"

Malice almost jumping out of their seat, scoffed.

"The fuck are you insinuating, you old cunt?!!"

They couldn't help but blush in embarrassment at his comment. Admittedly he was VERY attractive....but things can't move that fast. Can they?

Malice coiled up, scowling at Husk, he chuckled a little upon seeing their scrunched up expression. His eyes were soon fully caught by them, losing his concentration, he couldn't help but stare. Malice was noticeably petite, so tiny and yet so fearsome looking, so small he could probably hold them in their entirety just in one hand.His line of thoughts were cut short when Malice shouted fearfully, slapping Husk on the thigh with one hand, their other hand frantically pointing to the road ahead of the.

"Are you high? You looney toony fuck, are you tryin' to turn us into meat paste?!! Watch the road!"

His eyes snapped onto the road, his heart nearly popped as he quickly maneuverd the car back onto the road. His mind was wildly distracted, trying with every ounce of mental strength to not glance at Malice's hand still gripping his thigh. He tried to shake their hand away, after an attempt he stopped, both out of sudden panic and in slight hopes they just wanted their hand to rest there. As he neared the hotel, he avoided eye contact with Malice, hurrying out of the car, he rushed back into the hotel, Malice following closely behind. They tried to catch up to his speed, attempting to catch his attention.

"Hey, man-..what the matter with you? I'm not pissed at ya or anything! Why the mood swing?!"

As the two entered the hotel, he stopped in front of Malice. Groaning, rubbing his hand over his ears, he heavily sighed.

"Nothin', kiddo.....sorry for almost driving you into a brick wall."

Malice scoffed in confusion as he took his leave, heading to the bar. It was empty, just for now, he enjoyed these quieter moments he could have at the bar before more residents emerged from their rooms. He knew it wouldn't last long, but any time to himself he could manage to get was some semblance of peace. However it didn't feel the same this time, the quiet felt far more empty, being alone felt more....lonely. His mind was drawn to his moment with Malice earlier, sitting quietly, gazing at the skies. Nothing was said in that moment and nothing needed to be said. After a moment of pondering upon his confused mental state, Husk felt a little foolish for even wanting the company of another person, he'd always preferred being left alone, being able to do as he pleases unbothered. No matter what, everyone around him always pushed him to speak, to smile, to act more welcoming, to be something he just never felt like being. But Malice didn't ask any of those things from him. They just let him exist as he was.He couldn't understand it, Malice didn't even seem put off by his attitude, or presence. What could they want from him? He could feel himself growing frustrated even trying to rationalize it, his tail angrily flicking as his ears lay low in an annoyed stance.

Moments later, his ears perked back up as he spotted Malice creeping back into the bar. They struggled to climb upon one of the barstools, panting as they pulled their way up.

"Hey, you-.....you ok, man?"

He was a little shocked by the question. Why could anyone care if he was okay? Why would they ask, or care about his feelings? And most importantly, why did their concern make him feel so warm inside? He could only shrug nonchalantly in response.Malice diving in closer to him, giving him a firm hug. It came as a bit of a shock to Husk, but he didn't find himself recoiling, it was strangely enjoyable, comforting. He attempted to reciprocate Malice's advance, but his entire body stood stiff, his arms felt as if they had frozen. He stood still withing Malice's embrace, awkwardly looming over them. Malice chuckled softly, stretching their tiny arms around Husk, giving him a pat on the back.

"You're kinda weird, ya know that? I like it....I like your vibes, Husk. Catch ya later, tater?"

Malice grinned at Husk as they walked off, heading upstairs, giving him the finger guns as he stood completely still, still processing their touch. It was completely unexpected, yet it didn't feel overbearing.As the night dragged on, Husk could barely focus on his job. Everyone's overlapping voices at the bar were like white noise, none of it mattered, nothing happening as of now mattered. Much has mattered to him at all for such a long time. It was a strange wanting feeling that he slightly disgusted himself with for even thinking, but the temptation to keep peeking around, in hopes that he'd see Malice at the bar, burned into his mind. His thought welling up until he could feel his mind snap from how overwhelming the atmosphere was, coupled with the overthinking building up inside him. He stormed out of the bar, not saying a word to anyone, shoving his way into the nearby restroom, locking the door behind him. Only soon after he shut himself away, he heard a knock on the door, he hissed in frustration as Charlie called out to him.

"Husk? What's wrong...?"

"Everything."

He grumbled, keeping his back pressed up against the door. Charlie sat beside the door, speaking much more quietly to him through the door.

"Husk....c'mon- don't be a baby, use your words.."

"Stop giving me a reason to act like a baby, ya keep talkin' to me like I am one."

A long pause lay in the air before Husk began to speak again.

"Charlie, why did you wanna introduce Malice to me...?"

Charlie sat for a moment, collecting her thoughts before giving a response.

"Well...I think they're like you in some ways!....and they need to talk to people, YOU need to talk to people-"

She cut her own sentence short, taking a few seconds to think to herself before speaking up again.

"Husk? Did something happen between you two....?"

Husk shifted around, attempting a few times to speak, only to find himself stumbling over his own words. Charlie's worry only grew stronger as she coaxed the truth from him. After a few moments he managed to spit out a few words.

"It's-.....complicated. It doesn't fuckin' matter, kiddo..."

Charlie scoffing in response, she wasn't gonna let Husk shut her out, just as he seemed to be getting more comfortable at the hotel too! She partially felt at fault for even introducing Malice to him. She stayed pressed up against the door, determined to get to the bottom of Husk's frustrations, she's never been the type to leave anyone's side. Taking a deep breath, she patiently spoke out to Husk through the door.

"Ya know, Husker-...if any residents here bother my staff, my friends..that's something I can fix-"

With no hesitation, Husk interruped Charlie, in a slightly hurried manner of speech.

"NO-...it's not that. They ain't any bother, it's just....it's stupid, it's hopeless."

Something sparked in Charlie's eyes, she could instantly recognize the dread and neediness in Husk's voice, it certainly wasn't nearly as complicated as he made everything out to be. It took everything in her to not start giggling in excitement over this revelation. She almost ripped the door from the hinges in utter joy, standing up straight next to the door, slightly guffawing, she rhythmically tapped on the door, whispering to Husk.

"Oh my gosh- Husk! Does someone have a crush?!"

Nearly slamming his fist against the door, Husk instantly recoiled hearing those words. He felt a wave of anxiety and disgust with himself wash over his entire body, almost physically cringing at the thought of developing feelings for anyone, let alone Malice. He despreately tried to think of a response but everything went blank, he could only feel his entire face growing warm. Something inside him stirred as he began to stand.For the first time in a long time, Husk felt something in his heart. While the feeling entered his heart completely unannounced, he gave up trying to fight it, something inside his heart fluttered a little, his mind only allowing thoughts of Malice. The time he'd spent with them earlier that day, their touch, the peace between the two of them, their voice ringing through his mind. After a few seconds, his frustration faded, he attempted to speak, nearly feeling ashamed of the things he felt.

"It's-.....just not that simple."

Charlie tried to open the door, only for Husk to press it back close. In a now slightly worried tone, she whispered to him.

"Maybe you need to accept this. Maybe this is the chance you need, Husk.....just try."

Later that night, during the darkest hours, Husk could no longer sleep, his mind couldn't stay quiet no matter how much he longed for it to silence itself. All he could think about was Malice, every little thing about them. Awaking in a cold sweat, he tossed and turned in bed, until he could stand it no longer. Wandering out of his resting place, he noticed a sliver of light shining beneath the door to Malice's room. His ears instinctively perked up, only for him to mentally scold himself for even feeling excited. He stopped in his tracks knowing he couldn't just enter. He needed a damn good reason, and maybe needed to put himself together a little more, he looked and equally felt like a mess. He quietly raced back to his room, frantically searching for something even halfway decent to wear. He threw on the robe he found hanging on the door, as he pulled his wings through the holes in the back, he nearly knocked over his bedside table due to how finicky his wings were in that very moment. Rushing over to the nearest mirror, he combed his claws through his facial fur, he remained unhappy with his own appearance still, but was in too much of a rush to fully care.

He knew he couldn't come empty handed, rummaging through his bedside table, he took the nearest stack of cards and his pack of cigarettes subconsciously. As he once again stood near Malice's door, he took a few deep breaths, convincing himself he had some sense of confidence left within him before knocking. Much to his surprise, his knocks earned an instant response, the door flinging open, Malice standing in the doorway with a deranged smile upon their face. Slightly startled by their uncanny expression, Husk slightly jerked away in the opposite direction, Malice chuckling in response to his reaction.

"What are you doin' up so late, hmmm? Are there monsters under your bed?"

They jokingly questioned in a sing-songy tone. Inviting Husk into their room, they rose a brow as he walked by them. Following close behind, they flopped down onto the nearby sofa. Extending an arm and patting the empty half of the sofa next to them, Malice teasingly shook their brows up and down. Husk slightly recoiled at the suggestive expression on their face before they burst out giggling.

"I'm only fuckin' with ya! Come sit down-....Gotta say though, ya look snazzy!"

Husk sat stiffly, groping his pocket, making sure the contents inside didn't drop out. Being this close to Malice brought him great ease and yet an underlying sense of anxiety, his own thoughts they brought about were nothing short of terrifying but he never wanted this feeling to end. It was his new addiction. His heart felt as if it could burst, as Malice inched closer to him, he felt the tingling sensation of his own purr rumbling in his throat. As Malice slid next to him, a purr escaped from him, it was clear they heard it, but didn't react noticbly. His breath grew shaky as they leaned on his shoulder, smiling while staring right into his eyes.

"Sooooo, ya come here often?"

Malice snickered, Husk knew they were catching onto his nervousness. He frantically grabbed the items in his pocket, hoping he could distract them from the obvious redness in his face.

"Actually I-....well. I think we got off to a weird fuckin' start today and um, I was thinking...."

He pulled two cigarettes from the box in his pocket, waving one at Malice.

"Maybe we can at least end the night off on a less than weird note..."

Malice rose their brows as they snatched one of the cigarettes from between Husk's claws. Grabbing a lighter from the bowl full of various keys and items that was placed upon the coffee table, Malice lit both their cigarettes. Taking a few puffs, Husk spoke more quietly to Malice.

"Ya know, kiddo...I used to dabble in magic?"

He groped the cards in his pocket, nervously chuckling. Much to his surprise, Malice's eyes widened with wonder, their genuine interest struck him straight through the heart like nothing else. A soft, genuine smile spread across Husk's flushed face as he gestured to Malice. Offering for them to pick any card of their own choosing. Malice winking playfully as they pulled a card from the deck.

"I kinda like this one, reminds me of you....an absolute Ace-"

Husk couldn't help but let a raspy giggle slip out, instantly regretting it. Malice reciprocating his response with a smirk. Husk hesitating for a second before reaching out for their chosen card, the cigarette nearly dropping from his mouth as the two held eye contact for just a moment.Husk finally breaking their pleasant eye contact, he shuffles the deck of cards, and begins flipping through them all.

"See ya card anywhere, doll?"

Malice's eyes scanning over each card, unable to find the same Ace they picked out. Their brows furrowing in confusion and yet their eyes sparkled with awe.

"How'd ya do that?!"

Husk merely shook his head, tapping the ashes off of his cigarette in the ashtray on the nearby table. He smiled smugly as he snagged a card from that was neatly sitting in one of Malice's ears. Malice scoffed, playfully swatting at Husk's hand as he held the card in front of them.

He whispered to them with a faint note of pride in his voice.

"This yours?"

Malice giggling, as smoke shot out from their nose, they reach up to pat Husk on the shoulder.

"That's some good shit, my guy. I ain't ever seen a real magician!"

As Malice peered up, smiling at Husk, he let slip a soft gasp. Their face was so close to his, so close, so inviting. He hadn't felt this bundle of emotions well up in his chest, bleeding from all edges of his heart, not since he was a young man. Every part of his heart and what remained of his demon soul told him to lean in further, steal a kiss. His mind fought back the urge, too much could go wrong he kept telling himself. And yet...he couldn't keep his eyes off Malice's lips. Their glossy black lipstick upon their small, pouty lips, their wiggling, heart-shaped nose, their glassy, minty colored eyes, shining and sparkling. His entire body craved their touch, to be this close for the rest of his eternity in Hell. His face found itself nearing them, his breath growing heavy, nothing else mattered. His whole body stood completely still, the two had their foreheads pressed against each other. His eyes remained half lidded. Malice softly chuckles, nudging their head against his.

"Ya know....cats rub their heads on stuff to mark it?"

Husk's eyes widened as he sprung back, his face scrunching up as his cheeks nearly glowed red. Malice only giggling in response to his reaction. Husk fumbling with his stack of cards, stubbed his cigarette out on the nearby ashtray. Avoiding any eye contact, he began to storm out of Malice's room, covering his own face partially. Malice springing up after him with no hesitation, they peered up to him with a concerned glare. Husk grunting in frustration as he attempted to exit Malice's room. Malice gripped onto Husk's robe, looking up at him with pleading eyes, they muttered.

"Ain't ya even gonna say good night...?"

Husk grumbled, rolling his eyes, he leaned in towards Malice. Awkwardly putting his arm around them, patting them on the back, he mumbled.

"Ehh, whatever. See ya around, don't make a big thing outta it..."

Malice pulls him into a proper hug, fully embracing him as he sighed. After only a moment they released him from their miniature clutches, playfully waving to him as they shut their door. Husk's mind was restless the whole time he walked back to his room, attempting to sleep once again. He lay awake, considering the stream of thoughts currently plaguing his mind, until he could no longer bare to keep his eyes open.

The morning after, trying to ignore any past events, Husk went about his work at the bar as normal. Avoiding any eye contact or conversations with anyone, up until Charlie approached him, pointing out his behavior. He only responded in a few grunts before turning his back. Only to be startled seconds later after Charlie's departure, Malice took a seat near the bar, flicking their tail tauntingly. Husk's eyes shifted back and forth awkwardly, Malice tapping their nails upon the bar.

"So....Last night was interesting. One-timer, ooorrrrr.....?"

Malice grinned, a hint of anxiety behind their glowing fangs. Husk's tail twitched as his eyes fixed upon Malice's expression.The air was thickened with tension, only followed by silence. Husk sat upon the barstool next to Malice, lifting his wings around himself, seeming to hide away next to them. Pouring himself and Malice a drink, Husk's eyes darted back and forth, drumming his claws upon the bar as he inched closer to Malice. Completely avoiding eye contact, Husk's ears drooped as he managed to choke out a few words.

"It doesn't have to be a one-time thing....If that's fine with you."

He turned away, clearly hiding an anxious smile, his claws scraping against his glass. Malice softly nudged his shoulder, taking a swig of their drink, their hand met his, the two subtly intertwining fingers.

Husk cracking a slight smile, glanced down at Malice, earning an ear-to-ear wide grin from them, he quietly muttered to them.

"Does tonight sound alright?"

Taking Malice under his wing, the two continued to down their drinks, in the peace of each other's company.

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