#it makes me so happy because that's the damn scene that made me cry while I was writing it

[ajortga]

hush

pairing: tara carpenter x fem reader

summary: you are there to comfort tara's mood swings during her period.

word count: 800+

based off request!

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can you make a oneshot wherein, Tara has her period and has sudden mood changes, thank you in advance if your gonna make it!

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As you were tidying your apartment, you heard Tara's annoyed groan.

“Stupid.. Bit- OW!” She yells in pain as you peek in to see her smacking the drawer. "Fucking hoe."

“Baby, you okay?”

She turns to you and immediately you see her eyes soften, just slightly.

“I can’t find this stupid remote. I want to watch something. And the damn drawer is broken because it woN'T DAMN OPEN."

You immediately come and hug her from behind, burying your face against her neck lovingly.

“Was it broken?”

“No. I broke it. I opened the stupid thing to find the remote and I smacked my head on the cabinet. Bitch. “ She huffs, glaring at the drawer with annoyed eyes.

You smile, bringing in a cup of warm lemon tea as you walk to her and pat her to the bed, “Shush. I’ll find it for you, you need to rest. Lie down. And you better be paying for that.” you joke softly.

And she does, she crawls into bed with you, burying her face to your neck. Your hands run through her smooth soft hair. You look down at her as you hand her the cup of tea and some dark chocolate. Her favorite brand of course.

“Thank you.” She murmurs, looking up at you and taking a small sip.

“Only for you. Would you like anything else? Is it too sweet? Does it taste good?”

“Yes it’s perfect. Don’t go. But you know what else tastes better?”

“Oh yeah? What?”

“You,” she giggles, making you cover your face.

She laughs out loud, putting the cup back to the small night stand.

"Baby."

“Okay fine, your lips actually.”

You huff, pressing your lips to hers, making her squeal against her lips. You pull away, nuzzling your nose to hers, “Let me go get you a heating pad, okay baby?”

Tara pouts, making small grabby hands, but says a small “Okay..”

You laugh, “30 seconds, maybe even less,” pressing your lips to her forehead.

After 17.5134139132 seconds, you come back with a heating pad and crawl back into bed with her, cuddling her and placing the pad onto her stomach.

“Good?” 

“Yes,” she whispers, hugging you as you turn the TV on to find a show.

You choose a random show that you two have never watched before and 20 minutes in there's a scene that's meant to be sad, but you found it so corny you started laughing.

Tara starts to sniffle, rubbing her eyes as you look at her, “Tar, are you seriously crying?”

“T-that’s s-so sad..” She whispers, sniffling as she cries, making you laugh softly.

“Your period seriously makes your mood different.”

“It’s not funny…” She sniffles, blowing her nose in a tissue, making you cackle.

“It’s a little funny when you cry over something like that baby,” You smile, scooting closer to her as you cuddle her, making her smile a little.

“There we go, don’t cry. At least don’t cry over a dog running into a popcorn bag in slow motion.”

She kisses you deeply, making you squeak, “When you say it like that it’s a little funny.”

“I know, now let's stay like this and we’ll watch another show maybe.”

“I’m hungry, can I get chocolate covered strawberries?-”

You jumped off of bed, making Tara make a small sad sigh as you ran out of the room, slammed into the fridge and came back with them less than 3 minutes later.

Your figure crawls back into bed with her, for some reason in your relationship Tara was always the big spoon as she wrapped her arms around you and let you crawl into her embrace. You fed her small strawberries while she made, "mmmm" sounds to make you happy and giggle.

“I should have my period more often, without the cramps though, you treat me even more like the princess you already treat me as,’ she gives a hearty laugh as you feed her.

“It’s because I love you and don’t want you to get hurt,” you murmur, kissing her nose.

“I feel so appreciated,” she says softly, smiling as you kiss her nose over and over, pulling away to come back and press her lips against hers. You kiss her back, cupping her cheeks as you rub her belly a little after, warming her lower body up.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

..

“I love you too.”

As you chose a movie, you were the one to comfort Tara, rubbing her back softly and nuzzling your nose to hers. 

“That scene was so stupid, did you find it funny like Nick said?” she said, looking a bit dumbfounded.

…

“Y/N?” She turns her head to see you asleep, head buried into her chest as you murmured in your sleep, cracking a smile on her face.

“You’re so adorable, my adorable sleeping beauty,” she whispered softly, kissing your temple as she cuddled up to you, she loved the way you cared for her. She loved you more than anything, and it felt good to know you did too.

Not long after you both were asleep, legs tangled together, now Tara was the one playing the role of making you feel loved and safe, her cramps died down, you were such a sweetheart for her.

[kengan-daddies]

The Life of a Family Boyfriend Yujiro Hanma x Strong Girlfriend!! Reader

I Know, but I Don't Care Boyfriend! Yujiro Hanma x Strong! Girlfriend! Reader

Anime : Baki : Son of Ogre Characters : Yujiro Hanma Warning : None, Fluff, Family Dynamics

The Life of a Family Boyfriend Yujiro Hanma x Strong Girlfriend!! Reader

The Life of a Family Boyfriend Yujiro Hanma x Strong Girlfriend!! Reader

Baki sat Indian style on the large, square comfort cushion, his arms resting on his knees as he watched the scene before him, a bewildered look upon his face, with a small smile. He didn't know what to think, or how to express how he felt... He felt giddy, extremely happy, and confused. He was staring at the scene before him, his thoughts racing a hundred miles an hour.

'Okay... So you might be wondering, "Baki... What the heck is going on?" Well... let's start from the beginning because even I can't believe it right now.... So, it was a while back when you first appeared out of nowhere one day, you're a good friend, but you had so much love in your heart for me... Not romantically... But more like nurturing... Motherly in a way. You're strong, like crazy strong. I couldn't believe your power... Your raw strength, and all from that dainty little body of yours too.

But like always, It didn't take long for my old man to learn of you, even though I did try to keep you a secret from him for as long as possible, my reasoning?... Simply because I didn't want to share you... with anyone.... Now I sound like a crazy person, but it's nothing weird I promise.

You're an older woman, you're older than me by about 20-something years, but you're an amazing friend, someone who I could talk to, someone who didn't know who I was... at least I thought you didn't know who I was... You acted like you didn't and if you did, you didn't seem to care. You always came by to help me out. You cooked for me, you cleaned for me, you talked to me, you laughed with me, and you even helped train me, you did everything that was like a good friend but also like a mother... I... never experienced that and I loved it.

But then my father learned of you, and I'm still not sure how. He just showed up on my doorstep one day, claiming "I can sense the presence of a strong warrior, and it's been lingering around you, so what you got going on, kid?"... God I hated him... Always in my business... But anyways, you came on out and you confronted him, and you weren't scared to speak your mind to him... It was funny... I've never actually seen anyone talk like that to my dad... But he didn't take it too well, he never did.

He went to attack you, and honestly... I damn near felt my whole world shatter... For the first time, in my entire life... I felt whole... I felt complete with you by my side... You were filling up the void in my heart that I never really realized was there... A mother's love... Tender hugs and head rubs... Always asking how I was doing... Always coming home after school to a warm cooked meal, clothes folded and home clean... I was loving it... I felt my dream shatter the moment he went to attack you.

I wanted to intervene, I wanted to cry and scream... I wanted to try and kill him, but I was shocked when you just stood there, you took his punch, straight to your face... it was so cool... Then you pulled a bad ass move. "You call that a punch? If that's the best you got, then the others you've been fighting have just been pathetically weak... Let me show you, what a real punch looks like." ... And just like that, you cocked your arm back, and you threw a punch into his face, making him fly.

I almost couldn't breathe... You punched The Ogre... and you made him fly... Nobody has ever before done that... No one... After that... He seemed to be attracted to you or something... See, first he vanished, for like a few months... Nothing too weird honestly... life went back to normal... and then he just showed up again, demanding that you become his woman and that you will train him to become stronger... The audacity of that man... And you agreed!! I wanted to cry man, it was so unfair. But you had one thing you wanted to bring with you... Me.

You wanted to bring me with you, to live at my Dad's place... Did you even realize what you were asking?... Of course you did, that's why we're in this situation now... But I can't say that I hate it... I always wanted to live as a family with my old man... Eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner with him... Sitting on the couch watching TV together... Having small harmless arguments... It's been like a dream... And all the while, you played as Mom, Dad was Dad, and I was the Son... A perfect family... Aside from the fact that we're all fighters and the Mom is the strongest and the Dad is the second strongest and I'm the third... So maybe not too normal... But eh it works for me.

You've been training us, me and Dad... But Dad's training is way harder. You'd make us do handstands on our thumbs for days. For me it was 1 - 2 days and for Dad, it was 3 - 6 days, his training was way tougher, I was a little upset about it at first, but you had a pretty good reason as to why you did what you did. "Baki, you have school, so you can't be put under so much strain, you're pretty much the baby of the house, and the baby always gets spoiled, so take it or leave it."... Honestly I wanted to leave it, but then you said the best thing I could've ever heard. "And you're also my favorite, so I give you special treatment."... SCORE!!! I WAS THE FAV!!! Take that old man!!

So now, that leads us to right now... Sitting in the living area of Dad's big-ass mansion... Mom just got out of the shower...Oh, and I call you mom now... mentally though, I haven't gotten the confidence to say it out loud yet, but I show it with my actions... Anyways, you threw him the bottle of lotion, because apparently you always allowed him to put lotion on you... I didn't need that mental picture...But this was hilarious.' Baki thought as he watched the scene unfold before him.

The wide glass coffee table separated him from both you and Yujiro, You were standing in front of the entryway, an unimpressed stare in your eyes as you stared down Yujiro who was holding the Bottle of lotion that you just threw at him. Your silky robe stops mid-thigh tied securely around your waist, your arms crossed. Yujiro was wearing what he normally wore, a smug smirk on his face as his eyes gleamed with perverted mischief, his hand shifting ever so slightly, making the bottle rotate in his palm.

"No." You simply answered. Yujiro's smirk fell and a frown replaced it instead. "Why the fuck not!? I've done everything you've told me to do, I've been like your fucking dog for the past 9 months, you say I'm your man, yet ya won't even let me put fucking lotion on ya!!" He shouted. You kept the same unimpressed stare as you spoke in an even tone. "That's right because you haven't earned the privilege to do so yet." You responded.

Yujiro bared his teeth, the bottle now in a slowly tightening grip, his other hand balled as he took a single step towards you as he announced his displeasure. "PRIVILAGE!? I've been working my ass off for you, and you still have the audacity to tell me that I've yet to earn the right to put lotion on your damn body!?" He yelled. You didn't react to his anger, your unimpressed stare making him angrier as veins bulged along his arms and neck.

"You've yet to meet my full expectation, Yujiro Hanma, You're still too weak for me to allow you to just freely caress my body like a lover just yet. It's true, that I've recognized you as my man, but you have yet to be recognized as a lover." You explained. His eyes harden into a nasty glare, the lust they once had faded into anger, his grip on the bottle tightening making it bend. "GRRRRR!! WHY YOU-!!" He spoke as he prepared to take another step, but your voice stopped him.

The unimpressed look on your face shifts into a warning glare. "May there be a god in heaven that gives a damn about you, if you bust my lotion bottle I'll cave your fucking skull in." You threatened. His eyes slightly widen before he relaxes some. "Mmmm... Hmph." He scoffed as he gave a small pout. Your warning glare relaxed back into the unimpressed stare, as you uncrossed your arms, placing them on your hips instead, your eyes sizing him up before you gave an approving nod.

"..... Better, I'll admit, that you've gotten stronger, every time you break past your limit barrier, you've gained more access to my body. First the feet, then the calves, then the thighs, and now the back." You said, your head slightly tilting to the side as you went over all the body parts he's now allowed to lotion. He gave a pleased smirk as his eyes gleamed in pride and mischief. "Heh, and pretty soon it'll be the front." He chuckled as his eyes traced over your form.

You seemed unbothered by his stare. "Yes, the front of the foot that is." You said. His pleased stare quickly shifted into a look of rage as he growled. "WHAT!? NOW THAT'S FUCKING BULLSHIT!!!" He shouted, Baki cheeks puffed up as he tried to hold in his laughter, a small bit of snot coming out from how hard he snorted as he sat up rigidly straight. If he was heard, he'd never know as you both continued to stare each other down, not even acknowledging him.

You snatched your head off from Yujiro. "Hmph, it'll take longer than what you dream of before I'd ever just let you caress me in any kind of way." You said in a conceded voice. Yujiro's harsh glare softened, the veins remaining as he tried to look on the bright side. "Well, at least I get to lotion your back." he said. You looked over at him, a gleam in your eyes as your face stayed unreadable. "Yes, but no ass." You simply said. Baki's body shook from how hard he tried to contain his laughter. 'Damn... She's a literal savage.' He thought as his eyes bounced to his father.

Yujiro's face contorted into pure rage, his hair waving about as he shook with anger. "NOW I KNOW YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME!!! WHY THE FUCK NOT!?" He shouted angrily, his grip back tight on the bottle once more. Your unreadable face turned into a slight frown but the gleam in your eyes remained. 'This bitch.' Yujiro thought. "Because I refuse to allow you to caress me like a lover until you've proven your worth. I'd never let a man weaker than me to ever lay a finger on me in any kind of way, which also goes for you too."

You explained, an arrogant look on your face. Yujiro growled in rage at your words, his grip tightening on the bottle, making it bend and creak. 'THIS FUCKING BITCH!! WHO THE FUCK DOES SHE THINK SHE IS!!!' He thought. Your angered yet calm voice caught his attention. "If you bust my lotion bottle, I'll rip your fucking jaw off, shove it up your ass, wait for you to shit it out, and then I'll reattach it to your fucking face." You promised as you glared at him.

He growled a little longer before he calmed himself, relaxing himself as he calmed, his hair laying back down as he somewhat calmed down. ".....Fine... You sure make one hell of a hard bargain, woman." He said calmly. You scoffed lightly as you looked him up and down, almost like you were judging him. "Humph, it's only fair, right? You wouldn't give a weak woman the time of day, so why should I give a weak man mine? Besides, the only reason why I even allowed you to apply lotion to even the bottom of my foot to begin with, was because I saw potential in your ever-growing strength, and to serve as motivation." You explained.

Yujiro gave you a perplexed stare. "Huh? Motivation? I already have enough of that." He said. You nodded in agreement. "True, to be the true strongest, yes, but to get what you truly want, no." You said. He stared at you, thinking over your words, Baki also stared on in wonder. You crossed your arms, the unimpressed look coming back across your face as you explained.

"I am your true motivation, granting you access to a new part of my body, every time your strength improves serves as motivation. I am what you really want, and to see that you're getting closer and closer is enough to motivate you. You can't see how strong you've gotten against me, but you can see it on my body. The more granted access, the further along you've come along." You said, your legs shifting some, drawing his attention to them. The smooth, recently shaven skin gleamed under the light.

His eyes focused on your legs as he spoke, his eyes slowly trailing up as he spoke. "I see, so you're like a tracer of sorts, that's pretty damn smart." He said. 'It really is, that's Mom for you though.' Baki thought as he listened to you both speak. You rolled your eyes, but you swelled with pride. "But of course it is, but I can promise you now, you're still too weak to even get a pinch on the top of my big toe." You said. Yujiro smirked, a vein or two bulged as he tried to keep his grip on the bottle loose. "Real bitch move, ya know?" He said. You shrugged, uncaring as you turned your back to him, your hips swaying back and forth as you walked towards the entryway.

You stopped at the frame, your fingers holding onto it as you looked over your shoulder at him. "I know, and I don't care, now get to lathering my back, my skin is drying and I refuse to be flaky." You said, your eyes gleaming sensually as you walked past the frame. Yujiro grunted in displeasure as he rolled his neck, he sighed. "Yeah yeah." He said as he followed you out. Baki remained sitting there, a thoughtful look on his face.

'A tracer huh?... A way to show his progress... So Dad has been getting stronger than... it's hard to tell when he fights against Mom... I can't see much of an improvement aside from his speed and stamina increasing, but that's about it... I need to convince her to up my training... I can't get left behind... I've been slacking... Playing the game... Playing 'Son'... I need to get back into the game.

He thought in determination as he stood up and walked towards the entryway, stopping before he left the room, a smile broke out on his face. 'Damn... I wonder how long Dad is gonna get blue-balled before he is deemed worthy?... This is better than TV.' He thought giddily as he left the living area.

[zarasu]

What I think about Bingge

So, funny story: I did not start out liking Bingge. I doubt most people do. The first thoughts I had about him were "Damn, boy's fucked up" and "Who starts ripping off limbs without even asking questions first?" He seemed more like the final boss of a horror game than a fleshed-out character.

Then I finished the book and went "Ehh do I wanna read the extras?" Tbh, I skimmed a lot of them but the Bingge vs Bingmei one was one of the few I fully read, just because the premise sounded interesting.

And it was interesting alright, to see Bingge do something else than torturing people and ripping off arms. But none of it really made my brain light up until that little scene where Bingge watches Shen Qingqiu fuss over Bingmei. Then he asks him to come with him, to choose him, and Shen Qingqiu says no. Bingge returns to his own world, sad and alone.

"Well, sucks to be you," I thought, and "lol, I sure hope that doesn't awaken anything in me."

...

Two weeks later, I found myself lying in bed, thinking about Bingge with a single tear rolling down my cheek.

I really shouldn't be sad for him, I told myself. He has a big harem full of hot women to tell him how great he is all day. If he's not happy, then it's really his own fault.

But what if he's more the monogamous type, my heart wailed back. Or what if he's too fucked up to let anyone love him??

Ugh, alright, I gave in. Let's think about him then.

So, Bingge is a power fantasy made for incels. But even Bingge was Bunhe once. He shares a past with Bingmei and they are, at their core, the same person. And if you can say one thing about Bunhe, it's that he really has an undying hopeful streak. Sure, when Shen Yuan transmigrated, it took him a while to gain Bunhe's trust. But even after all the beatings and insults and humiliation, he did gain it.

Bunhe gave him his trust because he desperately wants Shen Qingqiu to love him. And, if not love him, at least like him. And if not that, then at least not hate him. When Shen Qingqiu actually showed notions of doing just that, loving him, he was all over that like a dog getting a treat and a head pat for the first time in his life.

But Bingge never got that. He hoped and hoped and kept hoping for Shen Qingqiu to show even a hint of affection and all he got in return was the firm assurance that, no, Shen Qingqiu would never feel anything but hate for him.

That has to give a guy issues. Probably makes him feel deeply unlovable. Hate himself, even. Binghe is a little dumb about things like these, he likely didn't give up hope until Shen Qingqiu physically pushed him into the abyss. He probably spent a lot of nights in the abyss crying into his dirty little sleeves.

But you gotta find ways to cope with heartbreak, right? So, eventually, lightly charred Bunhe stood up straight, turned his little determined protagonist eyes up to the sky and said: "I'm going to make him regret it! He will rue the day he cast me away!" And he went on to become stallion protagonist #1, demon emperor, conqueror, etc etc.

The thing is this: if you build your whole identity on the idea of making the guy who hates you regret his feelings, you're not really over him, you get what I'm saying? You're like, the opposite of over him. Not a good emotional state to connect to the hot women throwing themselves at you either.

So yeah, after that, Bingge did all kinds of things that aren't really that important, but eventually, he got Shen Qingqiu where he wanted him: in the water prison (also kneeling at his feet). And I'm sure I have an inkling of what went on in his dumb little head. It may have been something like:

"Aha!! Now I have the evil Shizun in prison, where evil men like him belong! Finally, people have told him how evil he is! I'm going to go and talk to him and make him see the error of his ways. And when the horror of what he did finally dawns on him, and he apologises, I might forgive him and give him another chance."

Shen Jiu being Shen Jiu, he probably laughed right in Binghe's face and also spit at him too, for good measure (as is, in this case, kinda relatable). So Binghe's righteous little plan didn't quite work out as he wanted it to. This procedure might have been repeated a few times but, well.

Binghe's emotions are already volatile on a good day. Add Xin Mo to that. Add childhood trauma and Shen Jiu to that. One time, he snaps and reaches out to rough Sqq up a little, just to make him regret his own behaviour. Underestimating his own strength, he rips off his arm instead.

Awkward situation, that.

What are you supposed to do after ripping off someone's arm? Maybe Binghe just went to bed and stared at the ceiling for a while, thinking about his life choices.

See, at this point, another person might have thought: "My life is going in the wrong direction. I need to change something, maybe go on a journey of self-discovery or something."

But Binghe has never been the best at things like morals and ethics, no matter what version of him we're talking about. Even Bingmei, who had a comparatively more stable home life, never really got the hang of that stuff (Turning some people into lifeless husks? Well, better than fucking someone, right? The man you love apparently just isn't as insane about you as you are about him? Time to destroy the world^^)

Anyway, you gotta go on, and I'm sure Binghe found some convincing enough arguments for why ripping arms off was an acceptable thing to do.

"But Zar," you may interrupt me. "How can anyone think that's an acceptable thing to do?"

See, in all honesty? I think, deep inside, Binghe knows it's not. But right next to that knowledge lies another knowledge: it's that he's unlovable. And if he's unlovable, it can only be because, at his core, he's already rotten. And if you're already evil? You might as well do evil things, doesn't make much of a difference anymore.

So things escalate, surely not helped by Xin Mo. Shen Qingqiu loses limbs with the same speed other people lose socks, and when even that doesn't heal him of his evil ways, Binghe comes up with the whole Yue Qingyuan plot. And when even that doesn't help, he loses his patience and kills everyone.

Then he sits there, on his throne, surrounded by hot women, fully charred, not so little anymore, and without a Shizun he can hope to one day convince of his worth.

There sits Shen Yuan, a world away, growing increasingly frustrated at how purposeless Bingge's life has become.

Then the extra happens, and Bingge gets transported to a world where another Binghe got everything he ever wanted: the love of his Shizun. And, all at once, the hope he thought he had killed and buried flares back to life, never having been dead after all, and burns Binghe up until he's nothing more than the bare bones of his desperation.

But the other Shizun doesn't love him. He only loves the other, inferior Binghe. He looks upon Bingge coldly before he sees his husband and his eyes turn warm. And it's like Bingge is looking at a funhouse mirror, at a world of dreams and wishes that never came true.

In the end, he's still as unlovable as he has ever been. And he goes back to his own world, and he feels flayed with the knowledge of everything he will never have.

And I just think it's impressive how Shen Qingqiu manages to break every version of Binghe without even trying.

[chvoswxtch]

Hi Court!! I saw your requests were open and I SPRINTED here :) I love your Frank fics and I wanted to switch to angst, because I’m a mean woman sometimes. I watched that movie called southpaw with the death scene and I thought that it’d be amazing with frank. Like he is in love with a very cute woman but in secret, she’s a friend and doesn’t know that frank is pining for her, but one of his enemies find him while they’re hanging out together and they start a fight and a stray bullet hits her. This is the scene (maybe it inspires you and also the acting is brilliant): https://youtu.be/bPL13UXFGr8 (minute 3:30)

nonnie...

nonnie nonnie nonnie nonnie. I am also a mean woman sometimes (so thank you for making me feel seen) and when I tell you this movie was an emotional trainwreck for me...like there wasn't a single second of it that didn't hurt. I switched it up just a little in a way that made more sense for me (I hope that's okay) and absolutely wrecked myself in the process. 🙃 I don't even know if I should tell you to enjoy or not...but...happy crying??

psa: this one is rough. if y'all thought violets was bad...this one might not be for you. this is all angst. all pain. no comfort whatsoever. if you are on the more sensitive side & need to skip this one, you will not hurt my feelings! my inbox is open if you wanna yell at me, or if you need tissues or hugs. I am profusely apologizing in advance (pls don't hate me for this one).

warning: swearing, mentions of blood & violence, death, mentions of gun violence word count: 1.7k

let that go.

He should’ve walked away. He should’ve just fucking walked away. You’d asked him to, begged him to, but he hadn’t listened. Instead he was reckless, and let that violent storm of chaos that always lingered in his bones take over, clouding his vision and dulling his vigilance with blinding shades of rage. They were just words, they didn’t mean anything. They certainly weren’t worth losing you over. But how could he just stand by while that asshole talked about you like that? 

C’mon, baby. You ain’t been with a real man before. He can’t take care of you like I can. 

You can’t handle a woman like that, bro. She’s way too damn fine for you. How about we play for her?

He was just another drunk shithead talking out of his ass, looking for a fight. You had grabbed onto Frank’s arm the second he had started mouthing off, giving him a soft smile as you shook your head slowly and squeezed his wrist.

He’s just trying to get a rise out of you, Frankie. Don’t listen to him. 

C’mon, Castle. You promised me a night with no fighting.

You had told him to leave it alone. To focus on you, and continue telling the story about how he and Curtis had snuck into Billy’s bunk one night and shaved off his eyebrows. Why didn’t he finish the fucking story? Why didn’t he leave when you asked him to?

You know what, let’s just go. I’ve got drinks at my place, we can order a pizza or something. Come on, let’s just go.

Let’s just go.

Let’s just go.

He was so close. Your hand was so soft as you held his, guiding him towards the exit of the dive bar you two hung out in all the time. The door was right there. Less than ten feet away, just a few more steps, and you two would’ve been out of there. Frank would be on your couch, right now, cold beer in hand, admiring you as you spoke like he always did. Laughing along with whatever joke you were telling. Smiling as he enjoyed how animated your hands were as you painted him a picture of whatever story you were telling. Maybe tonight would’ve been the night he finally worked up the courage to tell you he loved you. Maybe he would’ve kissed you. Maybe you would’ve kissed him.

What’s up man, I gotta fuck your bitch to get your attention?

The butterflies that had filled his stomach from the way your hand fit perfectly in his were immediately incinerated with rage as those words hit his ears. He abruptly stopped, dropping his hand from yours as he turned around swiftly to face the man, jaw setting in a hard line at the way he and his buddies were laughing.

Oh shit, there he is. That got his attention. What’s up, man?

Frank barely registered the feeling of your palms futilely pushing at his chest, trying to force him closer to the door as you pleaded with him. He only tore his eyes down to yours when you grabbed onto the back of his neck, cradling his face in your other palm as you stared up at him with an expression of pure concern.

Frankie, please. Let that go. Please, keep walking. Come on, come home with me. Don’t listen to him. Just let that go.

Let that go.

Let that go.

He should’ve listened to you. He should’ve just done what you asked. He should’ve fucking listened.

Don’t worry, bro. I’ll film it for you. That way you have a little tutorial on how to treat a piece of pussy like th-

Your voice sounded miles away in the back of Frank’s head as he charged forward like a vengeful bull, seeing nothing but red as his fist cracked across the man’s jaw, sending a rain cloud of blood from his mouth onto the floor. It all happened so fast. Frank’s fury completely took over, and anyone that dared to deter his merciless path of revenge was treated with the same unrelenting violence that surged through his fists. He could barely hear you screaming in the background, begging him to stop, pleading cries of his name leaving your lips.

But he couldn’t stop.

That bloodthirsty thing inside of him he thought was gone had only been lying dormant all this time, waiting for that first taste of crimson to reignite its craving, and now it wanted its pound of flesh. Everything passed by in a blur, and Frank had lost track of who exactly he was fighting at this point, but it didn’t even matter. His inner demons weren’t prejudiced about where their offerings came from.

Bang.

The entire bar went silent the second a gunshot rang through the small space, and everyone immediately dropped to the floor. An ear splitting scream cut through the eerie stillness, and the sound seemed to snap Frank out of the haze of wrath he had been stuck in.

Frank?

Frank had never heard your voice sound so small. He instantly whipped his head in your direction, seeming to sober up as he took in the twisted up look of pain and confusion on your face. 

Hey. Hey, sweetheart? What is it? What’s wrong?

I…I don’t…I don’t know…

Frank was over to you in two short strides, cradling your face in his large bloodied hands as he searched your face with furrowed brows. 

What happened?

Something…something happened…

As he glanced down to scan your body, he noticed the way your hand clutched at your side. Fear suddenly sent an icy chill down his spine seeing the hints of deep red that started to seep through your fingers. Tugging your wrist away gently, Frank’s entire body went rigid seeing the maroon stain on your shirt that was beginning to spread like a wine stain on white carpet. 

Am I…am I okay? Am I okay?

Fuck…fuck you’re alright, sweetheart. You’re alright. I got you, yeah? I got you, just hang on. 

A loud cry of pain pierced through your chest when Frank pressed his palm firmly against your side to apply pressure, wrapping you up in his arms as he glanced around frantically for help.

I know…I know, baby, I’m sorry. I gotta stop the bleedin’, okay? I know it hurts, just stay with me, alright? Fuck…someone call a fuckin’ ambulance now!

You gripped onto the collar of Frank’s shirt like a lifeline, staring up at him with wide panicked eyes as you started to hyperventilate. 

Here, let me lay you back-

No…no no no no, I don’t wanna lay down. I don’t wanna lay down!

Okay…okay, you don’t have to. You don’t have to, baby. I got you…I got you sweetheart, it’s alright. It’s gonna be alright.

Tears formed in the corners of Frank’s eyes hearing the fear in your voice. He held you as tightly to his chest as he could, keeping pressure on the wound. The bartender knelt beside him and handed him a rag for the blood, informing him an ambulance was on the way. 

Frank…Frank…

Yeah? Yeah, what is it baby? 

I wanna go home, Frank. I wanna go home-

Okay, okay baby. We’ll go home. We’ll go home, I promise. Yeah? 

I wanna go home. I wanna go home, Frank. Please…I wanna go home. I wanna-

Frank hugged you tightly to his chest when you started to cry, nodding quickly as his frantic eyes quickly scanned over your body. His bottom lip trembled as he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, reaching a shaky hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Just stay with me, sweetheart. It’s not that bad, yeah? 

Lot…lot of blood…it’s a lot of blood-

It’s not that bad, sweetheart. Just stay with me. Hey…hey c’mon, look at me. Look at me in my eyes, baby. C’mon, look at me honey.

Frank felt panic start to rise even higher in his chest as you coughed, blood spluttering out of your mouth and staining your lips and teeth a bright cherry red. Shaking his head quickly, Frank cradled your face and distraughtly tried to wipe it off of your lips.

Oh baby…fuck, baby baby baby-no, no no no, c’mon. Here-

It’s okay…it’s okay, Frankie…it’s…it’s okay-

It’s just a little blood, sweetheart. S’alright, it’s not that bad.

Frank leaned into your touch as your shaky hand cradled his face, staring down at you with glassy eyes as his lips trembled with regret. He shook his head slowly, mumbling endless apologies as your mouth pulled into the faintest of smiles, tears turning the lingering traces of blood on your face into transparent shades of pink.

I love you, Frank.

Pressing his forehead against yours, Frank let out a choked sob as he cradled the back of your head, tasting the familiar metallic tang of blood as he gently captured your lips in a soft kiss.

I love you, baby. I’m sorry. I’m so fuckin’ sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry, baby. I love you. I love you. I love you.

I can…I can go home…we can go home…

We’re gonna go home, I promise. We’re gonna go home real soon. It’s just a little blood, that’s all. Just a little, yeah?

Full blown panic set in when your hand slowly dropped from Frank’s face, and your grip on his collar loosened into nothing. There wasn’t anymore fear in your eyes as your lids became heavy, and your chest didn’t shake as it struggled to take in oxygen. Frank pulled you fully into his lap, holding your head against his chest as he kept a light grip on your face, searching your face fervently with denial.

No no no…no no no wait wait wait wait. Baby…c’mon, look at me. Look at me in my eyes. C’mon sweetheart, let me see those pretty eyes. No no no no, please…please baby…stay…stay stay stay…c’mon baby stay…baby wait please…no no no…

Frank squeezed his eyes shut as he buried his face into your neck, hugging onto your lifeless body as tightly as he could. A howl of pain ripped through his chest as he sobbed, rocking you back and forth in his arms, repeatedly pouring apologies into your ear.

He should’ve listened. 

He could’ve been holding you in his arms, saying hello to a new life with you.

But instead he was holding you in his arms, saying goodbye as you took your last breath.

tags: @day-dreaming-goddess @neverlandcity @charmedkim @queenofthenoobs @stilldreaming666 @messymissy @dark-academia-slut @strawberry1042

[chrollohearttags]

musician eren brings y/n on the stage singing/rapping to her to a song he made about her🤭

omg this got me swinging my feet and smiling like an idiot 😭 y’all know I could write for dayssss about these two!

eren’s concerts were always a vibe. he was practically worshipped in the underground rap scene and his performances were truly where he came to life. crowd surfing, head banging..he really was a natural star. (this is the inspo behind his stage persona btw) Although each show is different and better than the last, there’s always two constants: a wild ass mosh pit and his girl (y/n) on the sidelines, screaming his lyrics to the top of your lungs. But tonight, he has a little something different in mind.

It’s the last night of the tour and y’all are back in his hometown so of course, he has to give it his all. Everybody is losing their minds because this is undoubtedly his best show and he’s really enjoyed himself. But he has something special planned and that’s a surprise for his woman. “There’s something that I wanna do here tonight..something that I could only do in my city..” speaking over the very excited crowd. See, he had proposed to you just shortly before going on tour and he felt terrible that the engagement was pushed to the side because of him so while everyone was asleep on the bus while you all went to the next city, eren was up, working as usual. He had been composing a song; working away at his laptop and making something that was very dear to him. And luckily it was ready right on time…next thing you know, you’re being escorted on the stage and everyone immediately recognizes you, even though his fanbase wasn’t your typical audience. But they welcome you with open arms regardless because they love him so much. All of you are waiting to see what he says and with your hand in his, he starts speaking:

“For those of you that don’t know, this is (y/n) (l/n), the most talented, beautiful and amazing woman I have ever met. To the world, she’s a model, a dancer..but to me? She’s my everything and shortly before I started this tour, I asked (y/n) to be my wife and by some miracle..she said yes.”

the crowd starts laughing and he cracks another joke. “Yeah, I don’t know how I pulled her either, bro cause damn..” showing you off like the trophy you were (we’re gonna say this is your fit too bc you a fly bitch at all times, okay?) you’re so flattered and just happy to be there. He goes on to tell them how you had inspired him so much and changed his life. But glaring right in your eyes, holding your hand..he becomes somewhat emotional and more vulnerable than anyone has seen him..”So this last song, I want to dedicate to my princess..my wife and the woman I can’t wait to grow old with..(y/n), I love you so much and I wanna thank you for everything you’ve done for me..” with that, he looks back at his DJ and commands: “Aye, play that shit.”

and suddenly, you hear a familiar voice: your own! Playing across the entire stadium and it’s a phone call that the two of you had one night..talking about your dreams and future together, playing over the beginning of a beat. “I already told you, we locked in forever…I love you, ‘ren and I’m so proud..you be on your shit and working so hard. I be praying that you’re okay and safe..I just want my baby to be happy..” “I got the best thing that could ever happen to me so I’m blessed..you know you got my whole heart, right?” “I know..”

immediately, everybody gets so emotional listening to you talk and knowing that their fav has somebody who cares for him as much as they do. “This is called (y/n)’s Interlude.” You’re crying before the song can even start but it’s when he starts singing and rapping that you really lose it! This is nothing like he’s ever made before but just like all his music, it’s perfect. He’s singing for the first part of it and he’s just doting on you. Telling you how much you’ve changed his life, that you’re everything he’s prayed for and that he’s so lucky.

by the time he gets to the end, you’re an emotional wreck and even though he rarely cries, he is too and pulls you in for a hug. And it’s such a sweet, touching moment. The crowd is in shambles and they all start chanting for y’all.

“Aye, she’s a part of our family now so y’all better be good to her.”

and when the crowd says they love you, you don’t know what to do! You probably look like a crazy, sobbing mess but it doesn’t matter. He honestly couldn’t have asked for a better way to end this tour.

[lavandaea]

*inhales deeply*

There's spoilers ahead so, yeah, be careful.

This weekend episodes have actually broken my soul.

He didn't even need his feelings to be reciprocate, HE JUST WANTED TO BE WITH HER.

Dear writers, some things to ask, why so much screen time to second male lead? Why create such chemistry? Such backstory? (Spoiler alert: that will make us sympathize with the supposed villain) To just fuck*ing rip his heart out and pulverize it like Grandma with the cow bones, yes, just like that.

Let me get this straight, after having been raised in an environment of violence, pain and God knows what else for God knows how long, he falls in love. He experiences ✨feelings✨ ,he puts all his trust in her like never before, he shares his past and then he gets betrayed.

I swear I never seen someone cry so with so much meaning, feeling, with so much back there.

We made progress for the last (at least) five episodes TO JUST END IT IN A SINGLE ONE.

This could have been handled a lot better in a lot of ways and about a lot of topics that I could actually write an essay.

Let's begin the the main leads.

So, in order to have some sort of feeling about ML and FL loving eachother you need to put screen time ON them. Yeah, they support eachother, they have known far before Si Oh, they are funny and a lot of things more. They even kissed and very passionately, wow.

Just one thing, Why didn't I even blink during that scene but found myself hitting the pillow and blushing when Si Oh did such mundane things as taking her home, opening doors for her, fixing her purse, hair, looking at her with those "I love you" eyes,👏feeling👏guilty👏about👏making👏her👏uncomfortable👏 with👏his👏feelings👏for👏her HELLO??, WAVING HER BACK WHILE HE WATCHED HER GO, SMILE EVERY DAMN TIME HE SAW HER?

I´ll tell you why. Because I know, thanks to you, that Si Oh was experiencing for the very first time what it's like to have human interaction that doesn't involve violence or having to be wary of everything and everyone all the time.

Even after having lived a life of shit, even after still living a life of absolute shit he still wanted to be connect, to be happy, to make her happy, to love and be loved. Moreover, I couldn't help just to feel happy for him, sad, angry, fucking rageous (not more than him, obviously).

Meanwhile, I barely know Hee Sik aka the male lead.

I remember seeing his mother once and I think that's what I understood about his private life. Sorry, I forgot about his deceased brother, that could have been a good topic to develop if it wasn't just mentioned once somewhere in the sixth chapter and left there to rot. Other than that, I know he is a cop, loves his cops friends and loves Nam Soon, also he is really loyal and good person.

Nice👍, very nice. But that's not personality or backstory, that's a job and some general traits everyone should have to live in a society and have a job where you usually do the teamwork thingy.

So, what else??

Or does the man just exist for his job and girlfriend? Even Shi Oh had some time to box being a drug dealer and full time whipped for her.

I'm just saying that you want me to suddenly dislike someone you took a considerable amount of time explaining but I have to like this good guy because you just pointed at him 👉🧍, and said, "here's the good guy, love him".

Sorry, I cant do that.

If you haven't noticed, you just made a character I fell obliged to sympathize.

If you wanted to make him evil and hot you should have just made him evil and hot.

It worked just as well with Jang Han Seok from Vincenzo.

Not have him have "REDEMPTION" written all over his face just to go with "Actually, no. He has no chance. 😃". It's, for lack of a better term, frustrating. (Absurd)

Instead, maybe you should have dedicated that screen time for the construction of the main leads relationship.

Oh, yes. Another thing since we are talking about the matter.

ML and FL relationship progress got weaker and weaker since she had started to spy on Si Oh. And then one episode was like "Oh, yeah, forgot to tell you, they are actually dating by now" Bom, a kiss. If I need a kiss to know they are in love, there's something going on back there. Something lacking.

Scenes of them in love: well acted, nice, cute, cool, okay. But it is like picking a random romance book and start reading it ten chapters ahead, they are in love, but how this did happen??? Last time I saw them, they were in a friends-and-some-more zone.

Where's their development?

I know where is it. In the fake relationship, that it was being used just to turn Si Oh into a complete monster with probably not chance of going back.

"You have suffered a lot, yeah, I see. Anyway here's more pain. Suffer more and go cause some trouble because if not, there's, apparently, no plot"

Nice job.

I have been saying this and I will say it again, kdrama writers/directors are not ready for traumatized villains. They are afraid of them.

[onedayimgonnasnap]

Meeting His Parents

Floyd Leech X (G/N) Reader

Type: Crack & Fluff

(Ngl If you date Floyd- Have fun surviving-)

Also mentions for those contributed to the idea

@morpheuscorner-blog @u-ntitled-s-eries @sleepy-sick @marvelous-maxi @hipsterteller @sleepybunzzz

@lana-nanana @applesaucer

You never expected this…

You were at the Ramshackle on the couch eating some ice cream til you gotta call from someone.

You wished you never answered because if you didn’t then oh boy, how relaxed you would have been.

“Shrimmmpy It’s an emergency”

Oh boy…

“Me and Jade are in iron bars hehe”

“GOD DAMNIT-“

How did this even happen you have no damn clue.

“HOW'D THIS HAPPEN FLOYD?”

“Welllll-“

Flashback;

A student made a deal with Azul, basically for better grades. However the student got cocky and didn’t give his half of the bargain leaving Azul there like a fool.

So Azul sent Jade and Floyd to take care of it…

Jade and Floyd broke into a students dorm, the student was from Ignihyde, so he basically thought that with the amount of security and tech plus making a deal with Crowley for online classes would save him from Azul’s original wrath.

It didn’t.

Floyd broke in through the vents on the ceiling and Jade broke down the metal door with a psychotic grin.

There were particles from the ceiling coming down since the whole ceiling fell, as the student tried to run past Jade just to trip on air.

When the student fell to the floor a hand grabbed his head to make him face two sadistic eels.

——

The look you had at the moment, your mouth and eyes both wide open.

“Uhh Shrimpy? Hello?” Floyd Called out

To be honest you knew what you were getting into when dating the little bastard.

Except your relationship started with Floyd following you around and teasing you. It was pure Stockholm syndrome.

That’s the excuse you gave Ace at least, because you’d have to be crazy to date the strange eel.

“Floyd…”

“Yes?” You can hear his happy voice through the phone.

“What the fuck-“

.

.

.

You were pissed the fuck off. Not only are you spending your allowance. Hard earned money, testifying in court, and you had to meet the bastard's parents.

How does all of this happen in one singular day?

You got ready in your nicest clothes, getting some cash, you dropped off Grimm to play with Ace and Deuce.

You even brought chocolate to buy his parents' favor for you. This is bad the moment the fish mafia decides they don’t like you? Who knows what will happen.

You ended up at the front of the school’s discipline department where Floyd and Jade are being locked up.

As you walked in they didn’t even bother checking you due to the fact you were magicless and that you were a regular from the first years shenanigans.

As you walked up to the cell Jade and Floyd were you heard the most ear piercing scream.

“SHRIMMPY. THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, IM SO HAPPY!!!”

Floyd screamed trying to somehow fit between the tight bars wanting to hug you.

“Hello prefect, are you here to help us prisoners out?” Jade smiled in a teasing way knowing you were pissed off.

“Cmon don’t give us that look Shrimpy, me and Jade are as innocent as dolphins-“

“Wrong sea creature Floyd, dolphins are menaces.”

“No he’s right you both are menaces like a dolphin.” You said while glaring at them both.

Floyd and Jade began to fake cry, you were so done with them both.

You looked down at your phone because you needed to check the time however-

“FLOYD GOD DAMN DON'T EAT THE CHOCOLATE FROM MY BAG THAT'S NOT FOR YOU-“

“WHAT DOES SHRIMPY HAVE ANOTHER EEL IN THEIR LIFE?!” Floyd began to sob uncontrollably.

“THEY'RE FOR YOUR PARENTS WHO SHOULD'VE USED PROTECTION WHEN THEY MADE YOU JADE-“

You began to choke him while he had chocolate in his mouth.

Jade, clearly amused at the scene, started giggling evilly.

“MY BABIES!! WHAT HAPPENED?!” A voice yelled out.

Oh shit-

“Now who is this?” Asked a tall man with teal hair and golden eyes.

Immediate panic bestowed upon you as you saw both Mr. leech and Mrs. Leech walked in the room.

Mrs. Leech clearly in mother bear mode was about to run at you and kill you,

“This is Shrimpy!!! They’re my partner!” Floyd said happily, knowing the exact situation you were in.

Jade started laughing even more at the situation.

“OH SO THIS IS YOUR PARTNER!? THEY'RE SO CUTE. LOOK HOW TINY THEY ARE!!” Mama leech ran up to you just to squeeze you.

You felt bones pop.

“EHH, MAMA NOO THEY ARE MY SHRIMPY-“ Floyd yelled and began to rattle the cage as his mother squeezed you putting your face against her chest as you started to turn purple.

Floyd was clearly jealous.

Mr. Leech who was already clearly amused.

“Aww you poor dear, did Floyd blackmail you into a relationship? He did that all the time in his Elver years when he wanted to make friends.”

He laughed.

“That’s not true-“ Floyd pouted.

“I recall that was true, you chased down a mermaid for friendship once brother.” Jade grinned.

“Also mother you might wanna let go of your dear son's lover. They’re turning purple.” Jade said.

“Oh right sorry, I can’t let the future member of our group die on me.” His mother giggled.

“Now then, I think I would like to spoil Floyd’s partner! Sorry boys but mama’s gotta make sure this one stays.”

Mrs. Leech yelled while grabbing your hand, dragging your hand away from the cell.

“Yea boys sorry, this is your problem now.” Mr. Leech smiled while running after his wife.

Floyd and Jade are now panicking as their last phone call was used.

[ygodmyy20]

Okay I finally am getting around to this post! It's the 'Fuck how can mob psycho help me in so many ways god damnit I hate and love this show' post!

Shigeo joining the body improvement club, and everything about this part of his story is so personal to me. I just have to talk about it.

So as we all know at the start of the story, Shigeo joins the body improvement club to impress Tsubomi. Thats it. Thats the goal. He also joins because he wants to get stronger and not rely on his psychic powers but really like...the main reason is to impress her.

And this isn't new. A character wanting to get fit, lose weight, change some physical part of themselves for a crush is SO common in stories that you barely notice it.

But what I love, what I ADORE is how this progresses and changes.

This gif from an amazing AMV by @thekagepro24 and it just UGH hits me so hard it is so perfect!!! I could watch this 5 second gif over and over and over again

I just am. I just am dying while running, I just am making progress, I just am enjoying this because I really like it.

This puts everything I feel into visuals (it's so gooooood watch the AMV!!! DO IIIIIIT)

So many times society tells us to change something about ourselves, or we tell ourselves to change for the appeal of others.

Lose weight so people think you're pretty.

Get fit so you can get into clothes that make you look hot.

Get swol to make a person think you're attractive.

You are the one and only you, this is your one and only body. So why are you working out, why do you WANT to get "swol" who are you trying to impress. Is it for yourself? A crush? Society?

I have battled with the above for so long. I come from an athletic background, and did a lot of sports growing up, but I have never been small. I have battled with weight my whole life and had my own shitty bouts with ED.

I have been in therapy, I have read books, I have watched videos, I've been in and out of PT for nearly 5 years because of a lower back and hip pain that NEVER went away.

I never figured out WHY i wanted to exercise. It just always was "To lose weight" because I couldn't get that goal out of my head for years and years and years.

But then I watched mob psycho 100.

And I started a new type of physical therapy.

And was it mp100 or was it the therapy finally working, who can say which did it—probably both—but one day I thought...

....maybe I should just go for a run...for 5-10 mins. Just to see how it feels. It went against all parts of my athlete brain (because 10 mins is too short to see "gains"....which is dumb but whatever)

I thought of Shigeo and how he basically passed out every time he ran for like 2 mins, but he got better. He had to start from 0, well...kinda like negative 5 really. But then he was doing so much not even a few months in!

35 pushups is so hard!!! You go my boi.

Shigeo started off doing it all for Tsubomi, for others, and even if he really wanted to do it to improve himself I think it was a secondary goal initially. Main goal was to impress someone. Secondary was to get stronger.

But then the marathon happened. And those goals SWITCHED! DURING THE RACE! just....man it hit me. It hit me hard. THAT WHOLE EPISODE IS JUST A LOT FOR ME GOD DAMN

He ran for her initially but he continued running for himself. He continued working at it because he wanted to and in the end, after everything, after confession arc, after all that

This scene!!! makes me cry happy tears!! look at how happy he is UGH IT JUST IS SO UGGGHHHHHHH

Anyway if you made it this far, know that everyones journey through their body improvement, mental improvement, emotional improvement is different. We all have to tackle it in the way that works for us.

It took me nearly 10 years to start again because of this beautiful anime connecting the right dots in my brain.

Every journey is different, but just keep fighting on and you'll figure it out!

[kiastirling-fanfic]

Happy Friday, Kia! For Robin x Alistair (or anyone else doesn't need to be a ship) how about "This is not how I wanted you to find out, but I also don't want to take it back." plus "I was damned from the very start" from the Love Confession Prompts and Dear Hunter Prompts

Thanks Lucky!! This prompt is cosigned by @breninarthur

Also if you were expecting fluff lol nope

I somehow turned this into their break-up scene.

Characters: Robin Amell, Alistair Theirin Words: 670 CW: angry yelling break-up :(

@dadrunkwriting

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“Alistair-“

“Stop!” He bellowed before she could catch him. Robin flinched back, but Alistair turned to face her, the fierce pace of his abrupt departure from the hall finally halted. She’d run after him, hadn’t ever considered doing anything else.

She couldn’t remember if she’d ever seen him so angry, not even when she spent too long talking to Jowan about the possibility of saving Connor with blood magic.

But then she’d only been talking about doing something awful. She hadn’t done it.

“Alistair, please-“

“Please what?” Alistair’s face was twisted and red and- shiny. He was crying. “Loghain was behind nearly every awful thing we’ve endured the months! He recruited your friend to poison the arl. He encouraged that damned abomination who nearly destroyed your circle. He captured us not a fortnight ago. He killed every gray warden in the country because of his paranoid delusions, and you’re making him one of us?”

“There was no other-“

“No option? None? You should’ve let me fight him like we planned so I could kill him!” The last was punctuated by one gauntleted fist striking the stone wall of the castle. His castle, now. She swallowed past a lump in her throat at the thought that it wasn’t just his, but his and Anora’s. “It’s no less than he deserves.”

“You’re right. He deserves the worst, the most ignominious death he can be afforded.” Robin licked her lips and fisted her hands in her robes. They had blood on them now from her duel with Loghain, from the blow he landed before she transformed into a great bear and pinned him to the stone. “But this is it. This is the worst we can afford him.”

Slowly, the color receded from Alistair’s face, and the twisting of his mouth undid itself, but his expression did not soften to her. “This is the worst, you say? He’ll live as a Warden for the rest of his days, and he will die as a Warden. He’ll have the honor of dying a Warden whether it’s in three days or thirteen years. Or were you hoping he would die in the Joining? Is this what you’ve thought of us all this time?”

“You know I don’t mean it that way!”

“Don’t I? Then tell me! What do you mean?”

How could she tell him what Riordan had told her? While Arl Eamon was tutoring Alistair in statecraft, anticipating his ascent to the throne, Riordan had been teaching her the things neither of them had time to learn from Duncan. That only a Grey Warden could kill the Archdemon, and that doing so killed them in turn, and while Riordan would do his best to be the one to strike that final blow he was not the strongest of wardens, weaker than them both he admitted after his months in captivity, and in all likelihood he would not be capable.

That it would almost certainly fall to either Robin or Alistair to kill it, and one of them in the process. And Robin knew without a shadow of a doubt that if Alistair knew, he would do it without hesitation. That he would sacrifice himself to spare her without a moment’s thought.

That they were damned from the very start, and that Robin was going to spend the rest of her life without him.

Unless she could find another Warden to join them for the final battle. Someone strong, and skilled, and who she did not feel any guilt fattening as a lamb for slaughter.

And so while Alistair learned how to be King, Robin and Riordan hatched a scheme to let him live.

It wasn’t as though she hadn’t expected he wouldn’t be happy, but he had followed every decision she made. They were a team. And though this wasn’t how she wanted to find out his limits, she also found she couldn’t take it back. “It’s because I can’t bear to lose you!”

“Then you should have thought this through. Consider me lost.”

[monstersandmaw]

Don't answer this if the answer will be revealed later but I'm here questioning how much did Lock and Ed talk about this situation? We all know they both seem happy about Nel's presence but have they agreed on this? Or are they both secretly panicking about what this means?

My first thought was that yeah they talked about both of them liking Nel and wanting her to get involved but your tags about them all being idiots just made me question this...

Ok, I sat on this a bit but I've now got a coffee and I can answer properly :3 (thank you thank you thank you)

First off, they’re both absolute idiots in many respects, but they also talk about everything. Locryn is a gruff, brusque lad, but he talks with Edmund. About everything. So, when Nel starts showing up and the feels also start showing up, he's gonna talk to Ned about it.

I think the first time they talk about their mutual attraction to her is briefly after Ned’s near-drowning.

EDIT: I came back to this again even later. Because I wrote you the entire scene instead.

Locryn and Ned discuss Nel (very slight nsfw if you squint, mostly just soft and affectionate)

Content: fluff, reminder that Ned nearly drowned, shifting, and a bit of selkie and sea magic(?) Wordcount: 2014

“Whuff, what a woman,” Locryn exclaimed as he closed the door to his cottage and shut out the whisking wind and the sight of Eleanor Bywater riding away like a queen atop that cheeky black mare. Somehow she still managed to look regal despite the fact that her clothes were soaked and covered in sand and her hair was a wild, wet mess. He didn’t like to think how she was going to explain that one to the Penroses, but perhaps she’d just say she fell off. It wasn’t very dignified, but at least it was more dignified than telling them she’d scrambled down the cliff like a maniac to haul a man from the sea. Scandalous behaviour for a young lady.

Locryn snorted a laugh at that, and scrubbed his hand across his face, stubble rasping against his palm like sharkskin.

When he looked up, his darling Ned was looking at him with a wry twist on his lips. “What?” Locryn grunted, scowling and feeling oddly self-conscious for a man who could turn into a fifteen foot long eel-monster at will.

“You think so too?” Ned asked. He had a wicked rasp to his voice from the saltwater he’d recently coughed up, and Locryn’s heart clenched at the thought of a selkie of all creatures drowning in the sea.

Ned was sitting up in bed, but he looked fragile and wrung out in a way he didn’t normally. Yes, his leg was weak, and yes he was too damned skinny, especially for a selkie, but he was wiry and tough and graceful, not weak and delicate.

“Come here,” Ned chuckled when he saw the look in his lover’s eyes, and he shunted himself over on the bed, still sitting propped against the pillows.

Locryn kicked off his boots and snagged Ned’s sealskin that was draped over a chair. He watched as Ned gasped and shuddered the way he always did when Locryn touched his sealskin, falling back into the pillows with a decadent, trembling moan. Locryn ran his fingers the wrong way through the fur, making it all stand up on end, and Ned tipped his head back with a broken cry, and he gasped and heaved, smiling through it.

“Not now, love,” he whispered, chest rising and falling like the sea against the harbour wall. “Just hold me and talk to me.”

Locryn laid the sealskin reverently across his lover’s lap like a blanket and then climbed in under the covers on Ned’s right. Being close to the skin would help Ned recover faster, connecting him to the magic, and to the sea that had spared him and borne him to safety. To Nel. He eyed the bruised lump on Ned’s forehead and scowled, pressing fingers carefully to the skin around it before dropping his hand to Ned’s bad leg and caressing the muscles there until Ned moaned and leaned his slight weight against Locryn’s massive shoulder.

“You like the lass as well then?” Locryn murmured after a while.

“Mmn,” Ned hummed. He was splaying his fingers idly through the silver fur of his sealskin, playing with the patterns of light and dark in it. It had no effect on him the way it did when someone else touched it, and he was just using it to ground himself. “There’s something about her.”

“Even her name.”

Ned paused and frowned. “Eleanor?”

“Bywater.”

“By. Water,” Ned mused. “You think it means something?”

Locryn shrugged. “Maybe yes, maybe no. I think the sea has a habit of bringing things together when she wants to make a point.”

“You think she brought Nel to us?”

“I think she brought me to you,” he said, thinking back to the first time he’d laid eyes on Ned when he’d returned so recently from his convalescence in Plymouth’s Naval Hospital. He’d looked like the wraiths that haunt the very deepest parts of the sea, but Locryn had dreamed of a drowning seal for weeks before he’d met Ned. “I don’t think it means we shouldn’t be careful, but I think… I think perhaps…” Locryn broke off with a huge sigh and looked around his tiny cottage. “Ahh, is there really room for three in here?”

“I think there’s always a way to make things work,” Ned said easily enough. Nothing ever seemed to faze him. He went with the current, seeing where he was taken and what became of it. Buccas were the ones who controlled the currents though. They didn’t like to drift; they like to steer. And Locryn liked to be in control. Ned liked it when he took control too, but really, it was Ned who guided Locryn’s hand these days more often than not.

As if he’d sensed Locryn’s frustration, Ned laughed and turned quietly onto his right hip, twisting so he could reach up to touch Locryn’s face with his left hand while his right clung to Locryn’s right shoulder for balance.

“Careful,” Locryn growled at him.

Ned just kissed him, and Locryn melted into it immediately. So much for controlling the currents, he thought as he let Ned do whatever he wanted with him. His hands found Ned’s sharp hips and narrow waist, and he kissed him until he heard the sea in his ears and pulled back. Ned was smiling, and the sound faded.

“What do you want to do about it?” Locryn asked, and Ned eased himself back to a more comfortable pose, back resting against the pillows, head on Locryn’s big shoulder.

With a shrug, he said, “We could let it play out a bit. I doubt she’ll be looking to form any kind of association, let alone attachment, with two people of our station though. She is part of the gentry after all.”

Locryn’s lip curled at that. “She can talk with a tailor, surely?”

“Tailor’s assistant,” Ned corrected.

“You finished your apprenticeship. Why you put up with that overblown piece of urchin shit, Fordyce, is beyond me. You could be your own master tailor.”

“Hush. I like it well enough. If I were my own employer, I’d have to travel and sort out all the fabric and orders myself. I like things the way they are for now. Gives me more time to come and see you too, love,” he added with a hand pointedly palming over Locryn’s groin.

He groaned and grunted, and shook his head fondly. Ned didn’t persist, but it left Locryn simmering all the same. There was something about this selkie that just got to him every time he looked at him and every time Ned touched him.

“Alright. Well, there’s the Lammas Dance coming up. Maybe you can see her then; talk to her a bit.”

“You’ll come too?”

“I hate people.”

“No you don’t,” Ned laughed, and it did Locryn a world of good to hear that bright laugh again, even if it was a little raw around the edges still. “You love people. That’s why you’re always out there, rescuing them.”

“I don’t have to talk to them though.”

“Please?”

Those big, beautiful brown eyes looked up at him though, and he was finished. “Alright, I’ll be there,” he said and thunked his head back against the wooden headboard.

For a long time, they sat in silence with the sound of the sea drifting up from the shore below the cliffs until Locryn spoke again, more to himself than to the man dozing and tucked against his side.

“You think she’d dance with me?” he murmured.

Ned didn’t respond immediately, and Locryn thought he’d slipped beneath the surface of sleep until he mumbled thickly, “If you aren’t a complete ogre when you talk to her.”

“Rude whelp,” Locryn snorted. “Go to sleep.”

“I am.”

After a while, his breathing evened out into a steady, healthy cadence, but something prickled between Locryn’s shoulder blades and he shifted. The sea was calling him again. Insistently. The shift was right beneath his skin, like a shadow racing along beneath a breaching porpoise.

Locryn sighed and untangled himself from the languid body of his sleeping lover, and from the blankets wrapped around them both, and he scooped his arms under Ned’s shoulders and his knees, sliding him carefully down the bed to rest better. He slotted a rolled up blanket under Ned’s stiff right knee to support it while he lay on his back, and then placed the sealskin atop Ned’s chest to keep him warm beneath the blankets. When he stroked the flat of his palm down it to smooth the fur out, Ned let out a long, sleepy sigh, and Locryn leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I need to shift,” he said, rolling his shoulders and feeling the call of the sea in his blood. “There’s a fishing boat getting into trouble out in the channel.”

“Mmm. Be safe.”

“Always. You sleep, and I’ll be back before you know it.”

At the door to the cottage, he looked back over his shoulder and his heart swelled like a spring tide. The sight of Edmund, warm and safe and sleeping in his bed, would never grow old.

As Locryn made his way carefully down the narrow cliff path, he saw the places where Miss Bywater had slipped and skidded, scuffing long ruts in the sandy path from the haste of her descent, and he couldn’t help but admire a young woman who would throw herself along so recklessly, risking injury to herself and a near drowning besides, to rescue someone she didn’t know.

His feet stopped just as the sea prickled again up his spine like a cold winter wave.

“The sea didn’t warn me about Ned,” he breathed, staring at the rolling waves in the cove below as the realisation struck him like a stray breaker. “You didn’t warn me?” he accused the empty, rolling ocean.

Did that mean Ned had never been in real danger despite what it had looked like, or that the sea had chosen to call someone else? Was there magic here or was it all coincidence?

Kicking his feet into motion, he pulled his shirt off roughly over his head and bit back an animal growl. He slouched down the remainder of the path and across the short stretch of exposed sand before dumping his shirt on a rock that the sea never touched. He stripped his trousers, socks and boots off too, and stepped naked into the waves. The water was cold, but to him it was as welcome as Ned’s chilly fingers on his skin.

The water lapped around his ankles and sloshed up his thighs as he strode into the sea, and in the soft, liminal space between sand and open sea, he let the shift take him.

He thrashed in the water, sending up a spray of foaming sea as his legs fused and the magic took over that bound him to the sea as surely as the sea was bound to the moon.

Out there in the channel, a small skiff had been sucked off-course by a stray current and was drifting helplessly despite the efforts of the exhausted men at the oars and tiller. With a thrash of his own oar-like tail and a gesture of his clawed hands, he twisted a new current to take the little boat back to Polgarrack and waited until the men called out with joy and slumped while the boat bobbed away towards the distant harbour.

There amid the kelp, and with the fishermen heading confidently in the right direction, Locryn twisted like a ribbon in the breeze and dove downwards. Water passed through his gills and rolled across his tongue, and he tasted salt.

Whenever he tasted salt like that on his tongue, it meant a change in the currents. Sometimes the sea’s currents would drift and wander and drift back again, and sometimes it was a change that stuck forever.

He had no idea which one lay on the horizon, but whatever it brought, he and Ned would face it together.

That was one thing that would never change.

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I tripped and fell and wrote 2k words because people are nice and engagement with stories is life. Thank you! I hope you liked it.

[full story here: Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (sfw), Part Seven (sfw)]

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[mr-vanhellis]

Ok, so I read you Fyolai White Willows headcanons/story and it had me damn near crying!😫 I never was fond of the ship UNTIL I read your AU and now I’m slowly being converted. People are in love with your BSD high school AU (not that I’m any different) but I wanna see more of the White Willows Orphanage AU. I feel like it’s been overshadowed by the High School AU when it deserves just as much attention because the quality and fluffiness is ✨chefs kiss✨

This was in no way meant to undermine one or the other, they’re both super cool and creative. Your art style is absolutely stunning and I hope you know that

Fav scene from Orphanage: Fyodor’s birthday (though I love going back and looking at the art of the two that pairs with the headcanons when I need some fluffiness in my life)

Fav BSD HS AU art that you’ve posted: Dazai and Fyodor playing chess

anon Idk who you are but you just made my day

I am super flattered + happy to hear that QwQ The White WIllows AU was honestly my favorite to work on while writing, and I would really love to expand it more when I get the chance to! Writing a backstory that fit the both of them was challenging (to say the least, especially for Nikolai since he's still relatively mysterious) but I tried to make it work the best I can and give them a story that could fit them both.

I would really love to make more content for it if people want to see it QwQ and I really appreciate the support! (You can have an unfinished sketch I did for it ♥)

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 23rd July ✨

This week has been such an amazing week of listening! I’ve found three new shows that I absolutely adore and I can’t wait to tell you all about them ✨

Spoilers ahead!

🌲@hellofromthehallowoods (126) FIRST OF ALL 🚗🚗🚗 BEEP BEEP GET IN LOSER, WE’RE GOING TO GET MOTH 🚗🚗���� So glad to hear from you again, Ray!! This line: “the devil’s a better man than I am” had my eyebrows disappearing into my hairline and that’s all I’m going to say at this time. It’s always a risk listening in public, because the scene on the beach made me want to cry a little. I hope in my heart that they’re all going to make it out of there but I have no idea how right now! 

📻 @monstrousagonies (106) the first letter this week made me laugh so much! I was fully expecting the ‘moocher’ to be a brownie or someone like that, so it was a fun surprise to hear of a demonic midnight snacker! I may have to use that excuse when my baked goods don’t turn out so baked or good . . .  

🎞  Tiny Terrors (021) What a welcome VA jumpscare from Mx Wellman!! I loved the story (I, too, would feed the mega-toad to make it happy) but the surrounding footage was really creepy... I sure hope the gang goes to investigate the Riverside Institute. What’s the worst that could happen?? 👀

🌍 OOH the most recent episode of @lastechoespod was genuinely empowering! The political pressure the Archivist is under seems to have ramped up this ep, and reading @skyfullofpods’s thoughts on it last week makes me want to listen to it all again with fresh ears! 

🧛‍♂️ @re-dracula What a great week! Alasdair Stuart nails it as the Captain of the Demeter. His voice in the first ep is the calm surface of the sea, hiding the teeming mass of life and death below. The Renfield arc honestly unsettles me so much, but I, too, would love a kitten if there’s one going spare … 

🧬 Regina Prime (ep 4) The revelations!! I loved the sound design of the getting ready montage in this ep but I loved the lore drop even more! 300 clones?! And cloning is something that’s happening commercially? Damn. The last line actually made me grin, Epsilon is quick-witted and brave (or stupid!) and I like her a lot. Every episode I get more enthralled by this show and everyone needs to be listening! 

 💫 Wolf 359 (20-22) Hot damn. The tension aboard the Hephaestus is something else… the paranoia is written so well, you’re listening with your most suspicious face trying to unpick it and getting nowhere. I love how I have no idea where this is going but I know the ride is going to be BUMPY. 

🎩 I started @ethicstownpod this week and it deserves ALL the hype. The show uses a well-loved audio drama trope to bring us a very interesting new story. The writing and voice acting are spot on from the get-go, and the sound design choices feel fresh despite the radio format. Most podcasts make me feel, but this one makes me think as well! I really love it!! I’ve been following the development of the show on Tumblr for a while and I remember the creator being so excited about January’s VA and yeah, I totally get it. Amazing. Hard to believe the role wasn’t written for him. 

SPOILERS: I love how the main ethical issues are presented while January currently seems oblivious to the ethical quandary of keeping important information from someone and who has the right to make that decision . . . ALSO Artemis and Grace are very close in age . . . imagine if they became friends . . . and then Artemis found out . . . . HOO BOY. 

🥾@doyoucopypod The first two episodes are very promising! In the first ep, the pod-within-a-pod recording leads to some fun & cheesy dialogue which contrasts well with the jaded but wary interludes from [REDACTED]. I love a spooky woodland mystery and I’m really hoping for a Blair Witch style descent into terrifying found-footage chaos! The second episode really tugged on the old heart strings. I need a Does The Dog Die for this show bc I’ve had Wilson for 8 minutes but if anything happened to him I’d make that Dead Zone REALLY much more dead-er. 

🏴‍☠️ @levianpod This show has dropped its anchor right into my heart!!! DAMN. I’ve listened twice this week. I can’t recall the last time I was so immediately ALL-IN for an audio drama. I mean, firstly, that cover art is GORGEOUS. I genuinely think this show has it all, there’s LORE, there’s spiciness, there are sea captains who are also sea monsters (a GIFT for the wlw, thank you 🙏), there’s a teenage romance gone WRONG. Then there’s the voice acting!! Incredible performances right out of the gate. It’s safe to say that I am OBSESSED. Why are you still here? Go fucking listen to Levian. 

🎧 In the most recent ep of The First Episode Of, W Keith Tims talks to Packhowl - a creator I greatly admire. I love these interviews! It’s so fascinating to hear how other creators came to audio drama and it’s shed some of the brilliant The Madness of Chartrulean in new light for me. I miss grumpy space Jesus. 

That's it from me! PLEASE go listen to Ethics Town, Do You Copy and Levian!!

[zuppizup]

Hi hello I have a weird question because Netflix is a bitch and won't let me take screenshots while in the app. Do you think it's possible if you could get some caps of the hug scene at the end after the group is all hugging? Between when Ez and Soren joined and then before Zym joined? I was staring at that scene cuz it made me rayllum heart almost cry, and Rayla and Callum just look so, so happy and content there. Probably mainly to have their first tender moment in 2 years, and with their other two favorite boys with them. To top it all off, Callum is really digging into the hug. So much so that I'm pretty sure he's only hugging Rayla with his head buried in her neck, while Rayla has an arm around Ez and the other firmly around Callum. And has her head against him when she's not looking at other stuff. It just makes my heart so fucking happy to see that after how (very understandably) hurt Callum was this season. How he said he was so happy to see her bad but also mad and felt weird in general. And how it was clear that he wanted to be close with her but didn't really know how d/t his mixed emotions. But the end seemed to make him realize that he really truly still loves Rayla and was beyond happy and relieved that she came back alive and okay. And lept on her to give her the biggest and longest and deepest hug we've probably seen and Rayla was so happy and content about it too. It just makes me so fuckin happy to see them hug like that this season, especially when seeing how tightly Callum (the mad/truly hurt one of the 2) hugged Rayla and buried his head into her neck and just seemed to refuse to let her go (until Zym decided to add to the joy). Oh boy I went on a tangent here didn't I. I'm too soft rn after finishing the season a second time and rewatching that scene A Lot lol. Anyway, do you think you'd be able to get some screenshots of the parts where Callum and Rayla hug real deeply while in the group? It just makes me so damn happy to see and I dunno how I can truly get them myself cuz netflix is rude. But if nah, it's all good. Either way, thank you for all the content you make and share. It's so great and I love having the other screenshots/gifs and I really appreciate your content a lot. ❤❤

Aw, thank you so much! You’re too kind! 😊

Those hugs were precious! The little nuzzle legit broke me. When TDP does it’s micro-expressions, it does them well!

I hope this is why you were looking for.

(Bonus Stella reading the room and giving the gang space).

(Zym not so much)

Also, I made another gif of the Rayllum hug. Because… look at it.

[screamqueenkrueger]

Will I write an entire fanfic built around this one scene that is stuck in my head? Maybe. Right now it's all I'm thinking about.

"Looks like you didn't learn your lesson." Mark Hoffman nodded toward the bottle on her kitchen island.

Emmy rounded on him, eyes blazing. "What?"

"Didn't surviving that game teach you to appreciate your life?"

"I've always wanted to live!" She was shouting now. Shouting down the man who had helped trapped her while he stood in her kitchen, watching her carefully. Like he was studying her. That made her even angrier. "I want to appreciate my life, but it's fucking impossible! I can't follow my dreams because I spend all of my time working a soul-sucking job all so that I can afford to keep living. If I don't I'll be out on the street!" Her voice was so high it was scraping her throat, but she didn't care. This was like finally picking a scab on an aching sore, all of the rot finally rushing out. Hoffman's expression didn't change, and he didn't interrupt.

"I want to be able to do what I love. I want to feel excited for every tomorrow. But I can't because they're all the same." She was poking him in the chest now, real heat radiating out from her body. "What you guys did didn't fix me. It can't! It can't fix the problem. I drank because it made me feel something other than the mundanity of the life I'm trapped in, and I still drink! But now I drink to deal with the nightmares I'm left with because of you!" She was rambling. She didn't think she was making any sense. "I can't afford to appreciate my life. I can't afford to be happy. I have to keep working so that I can keep living."

Suddenly she was crying. Mark's head bowed towards her, as if in difference to her emotion. "That's me appreciating my life." She sobbed. "Working a job I hate just so that I can afford to keep going." Her eyes hardened once more, meeting Mark's like it was a challenge. "What you people do doesn't help anyone."

"I know."

Emmy could hardly believe she'd heard what he said. She half expected him to haul her back to John, to put her through another game. See if she learned that time. Instead he met her eyes and spoke quietly. He was letting her in on a secret.

"I know none of this works."

"Then why do you do it?"

Hoffman sat at one of the stools at her island. Emmy, feeling like this was one hell of a story coming and consequences be damned, she grabbed a second glass for the detective and poured him a generous drink.

[norellenilia]

Damn, I remember the first time I watched FMA 03, when I was 16 or 17, I stayed up until 1 am to finish it, and today, watching episodes 38 through 42 turned me into such an emotional mess that I have to take a break lmao what happened??? My own emotional traumas, that's what happened

I'm feeling so many things again

In episode 38, when Ed and Al are fighting, Al drenches Ed in water and he says "it's going to rain!!!" and I'm like haha no don't try to pull a Mustang on me I know this episode won't make me cry and GUESS WHAT the flashback with Trisha convincing Ed to go and find Al so they can talk things out and Al looking so happy that Ed isn't upset with him anymore it's so cute I CRIED

I need -- no, I DEMAND a spin-off series where Winry and Scziezka solve murder mysteries together (I'd love to write it myself but I know I'm not nearly good enough at coming up with mystery stories lol), they're adorable I'm so happy they totally get together post CoS

Martel's death hits SO MUCH HARDER than I remembered holy shit, she and Al actually got close, we see more of her, her death is so horrific and hearing sweet sweet baby boy Alphonse cry just BROKE MY HEART I never wanted to hug an armor so badly

Scar's brother's last moments, the way he looks so terrified and desperate to protect his little brother from Kimblee and Scar being so devastated when he dies I just-- *clenches fist*

Sloth using Ed's PTSD against him that's so UNFAIR; also I was thinking that I was a bit disappointed that this anime did not include the nightmare that Ed has at some point in the manga where he sees his mom saying "why didn't you make me right" etc but this is it, this is this scene, and it's worse because he's hearing it for real, he is very much awake, he has the real voice of his mom in his ears and she's saying this to him and I'm-- *clenches fist harder*

Rose's story, I'm still so mad, she deserves all the happiness in the world

Speaking of Rose, it's so funny how the moment Al is like "I wonder how Rose is doing" the show just full on goes "Ed/Rose shipper" mode lmao, with Ed blushing while pretending not to remember her, him being so awkward when he speaks to her just before they go on their separate ways and her son just smiling and giggling when he speaks (first time we see the baby laugh, he had only been crying up until then) :') To be honest it feels a bit out of the blue to me but idk

Dante sporting Lyra's white ass in the town of brown people and speaking as if she was part of them just because she's following Rose around to manipulate her is incredibly cringe, but then again, it's Dante, she's the villain and we're already supposed to know something is up with "Lyra". But still.

Very random but Al pulling objects from or putting objects inside his armor from behind the cloth always looks very awkward lol

I used to never really care about Scar but I have learned the errors of my way as I now realize he is actually one of the best characters in this goddamn series, even with the orb of knowledge and the three arm losses, and Mangahood!Scar being much more villainized and ending up working with the military will never come even CLOSE to 03!Scar using his last bit of strength to save Alphonse to honor his love for his lost brother and take his ultimate revenge on those who murdered his people in the goal of protecting oppressed people, all of this while an epic music is playing (honestly it even feels like Ed is made to be seen as an obstacle as he tries to prevent the soldiers from entering Liore lol)

Sorry but Wrath is annoying as hell, I know that I'll probably have a different opinion if I rewatch CoS after that, but for now I hate him

We're finally entering the "Rewrite" era of the show and I had forgotten how much it rocks (Ed's hair animation at the beginning fhjkfhkdhjk)

I only have 9 episodes left but between Lust and Sloth in the upcoming episodes I'm not even sure I'll be able to watch it all in one go lol. Still excited to see more of Winry and Scziezka and remembering how much Hohenheim is absolutely useless in this x)

[olberic]

ranking anime i’ve watched in 2023:

as expected, here’s this year’s top 10 for how much i personally enjoyed the anime i’ve watched this year. ive watched more than this, but god i watched so many bad ones…. even number 10 sucks but everything else was worse. sad!

as always thank u gifmakers for ur service 🫡 the world would be nothing without u all

10. the legendary hero is dead! (2023)

dont watch this show. it sucks and its bad. hey. come here. hold my hand. now lets just watch and enjoy the OP ok? don't worry about the rest.

9. my daughter left the nest and returned as an s-rank adventurer (2023)

i have to admit this show charmed me. its not the best thing ive ever seen but its nice. comfy. yknow? i haven't finished it but it's enjoyable. can't rank it higher until i finish it

8. sabikui bisco (2022)

if it werent for the positively nonsensical jump in the middle of the show and the way theres just like. a lot of gaps? it’d rank higher. it’s a very cool premise for a show and i like the bisco/milo dynamic, and [SISTER] is fun as hell. it didnt wow me though overall, and while i enjoyed it i was hoping for more.

7. trigun stampede (2023)

im sorry trigun stans i simply didnt love it. i see the appeal i really do but it just didnt hook me. i really liked the animation and the storyline. im intrigued by whatever the fuck is going on with those plants and yall have said theres a tallgirl in the next season? so i’ll keep watching. i just didnt love it

6. that time i got reincarnated as a slime (2019-2021)

in contrast to #7, i can see why this show is weak HOWEVER i just enjoyed it. i like it. huge fan of how much gender the protag has. i love how they get new powers. i enjoy that it can be interpreted as an extremely bisexual show. it was well paced and the slime diaries OVA was a great addition. a lot of the characters really stuck with me too and its like. idk. one of my favourite isekais i guess

5. buddy daddies (2023)

this should rank higher. its so fun. its SO fun. its silly and it doesnt take itself seriously. i laughed in every episode. the dynamic between the guys is great. the dynamics between them and the kid is great. just a really solid show if you can stand the queerbaiting. i dont even care

4. bocchi the rock! (2022)

the bocchi side of tumblr is right this show rules. i like how real bocchi’s social anxiety feels (literally how it felt when i had it). the characters are entertaining, the show’s well done, they even have solid music (which band-based shows dont always do right!). its really funny and its really earnest and its a joy to watch

3. demon slayer: swordsmith village arc (2023)

i included the entertainment district arc in last year’s list so this arc makes the cut. im always late getting around to watch the new stuff and i dont want to read the manga but god DAMN does this show hit different. incredible fight scenes. i loved everything they did for the hashira backstories. i love whatever the fuck is up with genya. it even gave me some akaza to sustain me for the next year or whatever. ik this show gets overhyped but its normal hyped. to me.

2. frieren: beyond journey's end (2023)

oughhh frieren… ive only known this show for a few months but it means to much to me… i dont even wanna talk about it because its so good i just wanna watch it again. go watch frieren if you havent already its anime of the decade. to me

1. gundam: the witch from mercury (2022-2023)

ive never seen a gundam before but i will be watched them after this! what can be said about it that hasnt already been said on this site. the romance storyline is impeccable, the fights are awesome, the moral questions it posed were excellently covered. by the end of the first episode i was speechless. by the end of the last episode i'd cried like 4 times over the course of the show. this thing made me cry to happy birthday. what the fuck