#it sucks but it wouldn't if the characters weren't claiming to be characters who are completely different from them

[stormikitty]

Fun fact I saw Teen Titans Go years before I saw the original Teen Titans cartoon. It came on TV a lot and I watched it because it's what was on, and I did actually enjoy it before I got to know the characters it was making a mockery of. Teen Titans Go is a monstrosity that never should have existed, but it would actually be a pretty good show if it used original characters instead of ruining and making a mockery of existing ones. Because the bullshit in that show is not who those characters are.

[brekker-by-brekkerr]

There's no way you can convince me the writing for Eloise in part 2 of season 3 was good.

We're expected to believe that Eloise Bridgerton, who gets so upset about injustices to women, who cares deeply for her friends, would hear about Cressida's issues and be like "hmm yeah sucks to suck."

And people can't say it's because Eloise is only concerned with herself because we've seen her get so upset about the plight of other people, we've seen her going and engaging with conversations outside her circle, we've seen her empathizing with Theo and his circumstances, we've seen her trying to hunt down LW to help Pen back before she knew the truth.

JUST THIS SEASON we saw Eloise go to Cressida's house to check on her because she noticed that she was acting off. So you can't even tell me Eloise doesn't care about her. I feel like the writers are trying to gaslight the viewers in part 2 to thinking Eloise didn't ever care that much about Cressida when WE LITERALLY SAW THAT SHE DID. Cressida even says Eloise was a great friend to her.

Yeah, I understand that Eloise has a lot going on right now, and so to some extent, I could see her not being as present for Cressida as she needs. That happens. But the level to which they made Eloise act like she doesn't care is so insane and is clearly just to prop Pen up.

Eloise heard Cressida tell her about her circumstances so she should understand why she's doing what she's doing.

It just felt like such an insane 180 for Eloise to turn around and suddenly be like "Cressida is a viper" and "our friendship was falling apart anyway" and "I should never have trusted her," when the last thing we saw before part 2 was them BEING GOOD FRIENDS!! And when Cressida hadn't done anything bad, she just claimed to be LW RIGHT AFTER she had explained to Eloise how messed up her circumstances were and that she needed help getting out of them.

I get that the show was going to put Eloise and Pen back together because they have such a clear bias towards her character, but did they have to decimate Creloise in the process? Is Eloise not allowed to have multiple friendships?

Like, Pen can do all these terrible things and cry and be like "sorry about that" and it's fine El and her can be besties everyone will love her and forgive her. But Cressida was sometimes mean (and the show goes to lengths to show us how she became that way, even explicitly spelling it out with her mother's comments about how she raised her to believe in "every woman for herself" AND shows Cressida acknowledging her mistakes and showing true change and growth) and lies about being LW and she's dragged through the dirt, she's "the absolute worst," every single character says awful things about her while we see snippets of her in this dark awful house with her life falling apart and this is supposed to be something we root for?? Literally why. Why even make Cressida sympathetic if this is what you're going to do with her.

It feels so out of pocket for Eloise to be saying Cressida is soo horrible and etc. etc. when we SAW their friendship before. We saw Cressida taking in what Eloise was saying and making changes, we saw Cressida challenging Eloise's beliefs and making Eloise self-reflect. Eloise got a peek into how awful Cressida's home life was and into the kind of good person Cressida could be and that's just suddenly thrown out the window with such little support to back it up.

Even if Creloise just HAD to stop being friends, weren't there better ways of going about it? Couldn't they at least have waited till after the fake LW paper came out bashing the Bridgertons for Eloise to break off the friendship? Yes, that was Cressida's mom writing that, but Eloise wouldn't know that and that would more logically line up with Eloise's random coldness towards her.

Still, why exactly do they have to stop being friends? Why can't Eloise have different kinds of friendships, especially one like hers with Cressida that challenged her, one where they mutually helped each other become better people? I love that Eloise is going to go off on this adventure to Scotland and meet other people but could she not also have retained her friendship with Cressida??

I would have loved to see the Eloise I know and love in part 2 teaming up with Cressida to help her, scheming together, doing everything in her power to help her bestie because that's who she is. That's what we should have seen. Maybe it would take her a second to get there, since she was already wrapped up in the drama with her brother and Pen, but she wouldn't just completely brush off her friend. She would do something.

And I could go on about how messed up it was for the writers to make it pretty clear how bad things have become for Cressida and then make her face the most consequences ever, while Pen gets to ride off into the sunset all happily ever after despite doing things 1000x worse than anything Cressida ever did. I'm actually disgusted.

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YANDERE YUTA OKKOTSU!!!!

You home? ~ Yuta x female reader

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Context: Yuta coming back from a long mission of one month ...

Warning: smut, heavy smut, unprotected sex, yandere, noncon, dubcon, jealousy....

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"Yeah miss you guys too" Yuta said. "You should take some rest now" panda said. "Yeah.... we'll meet tomorrow" Maki said. "Salmon" inumaki Said. "Okey then....bye and gn" Yuta replied and went towards his room with his bag.

Yuta's room was next to mine. He was so thankful for that. Why??? Because who wouldn't be happy when they get the next room of their love. Well we weren't dating. But Yuta likes me. My secret lover but I don't know that.

Yuta went to his room. Organized his things. Then took a shower. He was going to have dinner when he heard a knock on the door. He went up and opened the door. It was me. His eyes shined seeing me. "Hello" I said with a smile. " Oh y/n...you... Come in" he said and give me some space to come in. I came inside and he closed the door.

"how are you, Yuta senpai???" I asked. "I'm totally fine" he smiled. "Here... Take this" I hand him a sweet Box " I heard that you are coming today so I bought it" I smiled. "Awww thank you so much y/n .... I loved it" he replied and took the box and placed it on the table. "Please sit" he said. I sit on his bed and he sits infront of me.

We were chatting with each other. Suddenly something catched his attention. A pendent on my neck. Y and S written on it. He took it in his hand. " I don't remember you wearing this" he said. " Oh this... yeah... Yuji gave me this last week.... I loved it" I said. Something flashed in his eyes...anger? Jealousy? "Oh... Yuji?" He said. " Yeah" I replied. His eyes trailed from my pendent to my eyes then my lips. He put two fingers under my chin and his thumb was caressing my cheek. " I wasn't here for one damn month.... and that much already happened?" He said in a low voice. I gave him a confused look. " Tsk nevermind.... I can fix it now" he said and pulled my face towards him and kissed me. My eyes widened. I get away. "Senpai....What are you doing ??!!" I exclaimed. " Claiming something as mine... which IS mine" he said, came towards me and kissed me again.

He pushed me on his bed. Fear grabbed me by my neck. He started crawling towards me. " S-senpai... don't" I said "why not...?" He replied. I tried to get off from the bed but he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me. " Why did he gave you that heart shaped pendent???? And why did YOU wore this???" He said. " Yuta senpai ...please stop" I begged but he grabbed the necklace, pulled it and threw it on the floor. crashed his lips on mine. This time Kissing me roughly. Making me breathless.

He started undressing me. I tried to stop him but my strength was nothing for him. He almost took off my clothes. I was just left in my panties. Yuta started licking my nipple. His was so teasing. I moaned. He continued his teasing licking and sucking on my nipple. With his one hand he grabbed my other boob and squeezed it roughly. I scremed so loudly. " you don't know.... how much I waited for this!!!"

When he was done playing with my nipples and boobs he got up and started taking off my panties. " Senpai please...." I begged again. "Shhh... You are wet... lemme help you." he said with his smirk. He bring his face close to my pussy and licked it. "Ummmmmmm..... heaven~" he whispered to himself.

He took off his clothes. His huge length was out now. My eyes widened at his length. It was too long and too thick. He grabbed his dick stroked it two or three times then line it with my entrence. I began to panic. I knew it wouldn't fit." Yuta senpai.... please no .... senpai please no... I'm begging you!!!" I begged him. " Are you still thinking about Yuji??????" he screamed and tears started falling from my eyes.

Yuta pushed his whole length in one slide and I scremed with pain. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was screming loudly. His huge dick was giving me too much pain. He started giving me hickeys on my neck and chest. His thursting getting faster and harder. My whole body was shaking. He was moaning too. The way his dick was touching my g-spot make my back arch. It didn't take much time and I came. As I came that smirk again played on his lips.

I felt his dick started throbbing inside me. " Senpai please...not....not inside" I begged in a whisper because I didn't have the power to speak. It was too much for me. When my warm walls clenched around him he moaned loudly. In a few minutes he came inside me. He slowly pull out and threw him beside me. He bring his face closer to mine and whispered....

" now I'm satisfied to claim the thing as mine which is mine.... And don't think about Yuji.... He isn't even strong...he can't protect you... I can.... So do accept that you are mine. You love me.... your favourite senpai....or else.... you know very well ~"

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Daryl Dixon x f!Reader: Together Apart Ch.4

Warnings/Mentions: History of abuse, neglect, strong language, mentions of character death, alcohol and drug abuse, ptsd, shared trauma, reader is cold, angst, fluff, eventual smut, slowburn, angst

Summary: Daryl starts changing, and Beth brings up the embarrassing memory of your kiss with Daryl back at the farm. The Governer has his final attack, and you crash at a church.

Notes: Starts with Beth at the prison, flashback to super awkward kiss with Daryl, ends with Beth at the hospital. ):

The change was subtle at first, but that doesn't mean you didn't notice it. You just ignored it in the desperate hopes that it wouldn't get any worse.

You had quite a few months of peace. Maybe half a year? You couldn't be sure at that point, but you did know that spring had turned to fall, and with it the idea of permanently residing in the prison becoming something you were content with. You still kept to yourself and Daryl, but you did pick up some extra chores. Instead of the bare minimum you chose jobs you could do outside, or jobs Daryl had taken. If you weren't tending to the gardens, you were with him in the woods, hunting or scavenging, even foraging on the occasion when prey was scarce. 

“Are you and Daryl together?’ Beth had asked so bluntly that you didn't have the mental capability to laugh or curse her out. You stopped picking cherry tomatoes and furrowed your brows in confusion. 

“Why would you ask me that?” 

Beth had a tight and timid smile, shrugging her shoulders and placing another cucumber in her basket. “You two are always around each other, that's all.” 

You shook off the feeling of vulnerability and sucked your teeth. “No. He's just the only one around here who I can stand.”

“Can you stand me?”

You looked at her over the row of chest high plants, seeing her hesitant expression. “Yes. I wouldn't’ve let you join me if that wasn't the case.” It wasn't a lie, you didn't mind being around Beth, even if you think she was the one of the weakest and most naive. Eventually you'd come to the realization that you had her all wrong, in fact, she was stronger than you. At least in the sense of emotional capability. 

Later that week she would end up giving you unwanted advice. She claimed that building walls and keeping everyone out besides yourself would kill you one day, much like the real world, you needed to allow yourself to rely on and trust others. You'd grow angry at her then, lashing out and telling her to mind her own business, you didn't need a therapist. She soon managed to turn into the first person you would apologize to and seek forgiveness from. 

Her questioning of the relationship between you and Daryl had your mind wandering to that night back at her fathers farm.

It was late. Daryl was still recovering from his gunshot wound but he wanted out of that damn house, so he settled for the next best thing to his tent, the back of the RV. Carol insisted he stay nearby, which you agreed to silently, and he begrudgingly accepted. 

You brought him a plate of dinner and sat in the chair next to him, sliding it over before taking one of the small boiled potatoes and popping it in your mouth.

“The hell you wearin’?” 

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Both pairs of pants were dirty and i didnt feel like walking around camp with my ass out.” You glanced down at the modest dress you’d been leant. You didn't mind it all that much, it was scratchy and tight, but it was kind of pretty. It was a warm yellow dress that ended below your knees with little white flowers and dots. You never really got to wear dresses growing up. 

“Huh.” Daryl muttered and raised an eyebrow at the imagery, raising his fork of chicken and carrots to his mouth. “Yeah. Don’t need another reason to knock Shane on his ass.”

“Shane? He hates me.” You snorted. “Would probably put a bullet in my skull if he could get away with it.”

“He’s still a man. Don’t matter how you feel about a woman, s’all the same seein’ her naked.”

“Ew, Daryl.” 

“S’true.”

“Yeah? What about you? You wouldn’t see me that way.”

Daryl’s eyes shot up from his plate. He was silent, and that alone had your heart racing, your lips parting, your mind swimming in hundreds of different thoughts. He opened his mouth to speak. 

“I ain’t no pillow biter.”

“The hell does that mean?”

“Means I’m not a homosexual. Course I’d… can ya jus’ shut up?”

“I wasn't even speaking.” You tried not to laugh at the way Daryl said the word homosexual, like it was some exotic foreign mystery to him. It wasn’t hateful or disgusted in the way his brother would refer to them. 

It was quiet for a moment before you noticed he was wincing when he’d chew. 

“You hurting?” You asked, already reaching in your side pouch for the small baggie of painkillers Hershel had given you to give to Daryl when needed. 

“Nah. M’fine. Quit worryin’ so much.”

You scooted around the table until you could squeeze in beside him. He grunted in annoyance and slid over to give you more room, his eyes on the hem of your dress at your knees.

“Surprised you haven't scratched that thing off already.” You snorted and reached out to gently peel the bottom of his bandage up after he gave you a nod of approval. “Lookin’ good. Another surprise.”

“Ain’t no damn dog, haven’t been touchin’ it.” He rolled his eyes, trying not to feel uncomfortable  with the way your thigh pressed against his. After all these years of knowing you, feeling perfectly comfortable snuggled all up with you in the same tent, now was the time his body chose to acknowledge the fact that you were a woman?

He begrudgingly took the two small white pills from your hand and crunched them up in his mouth. He was eager for the painkillers to hopefully kill what little libido he had in him. 

It did its job, taking away the aching and throbbing from his skull, warming his body and reminding him why Merle used to love those things. He was suddenly optimistic, relaxed, filled with a fuzzy warm feeling of euphoria. Daryl cleared his throat and drug his eyes up to your face, watching as you snuck a stolen blueberry past your lips.

He acted without thinking and kissed you. It was clumsy, weird, awkward, all the things you’d expect from a boy's first kiss. You didn't move at first, your eyes wide and your hand hanging midair. You were too stunned to move. 

Daryl pulled back as if he’d been slapped. He muttered something, his face hot and red, waving his hand to signal you to leave. You were still too stunned to move. It took him raising his voice for you to snap out of it, dozens of thoughts and emotions flooding you all at once, fear, regret, hope, a stomach full of butterflies and your heart stuck in your tight throat. You muttered an apology before leaving.

Life loves giving you the shit end of the stick. 

That was another one of your problems, due to your near constant state of being a real victim growing up. Life had groomed you into an unhealthy behavior of always thinking you were the one who had it the worst, no matter what.  In reality you had it pretty good. After the Governors final attack you weren't one of the unlucky many that went through further trauma. You found a church after a while of being by yourself and broke into it. 

It was just your luck that the only human inside of it was a cowardly priest. He was thrilled to have someone like you with him after being alone so long, even though he didn't show it, you were a skilled hunter and offered food and protection in exchange for secure shelter. He also appreciated that you didn't speak much, and never questioned the suspicious markings and scratches around the exterior of all the windows. 

He'd complained once about your use of language in the church, and you responded by a snarky middle finger. 

You could've used a good wake up call, as sick as it was to say. Maybe if you'd been in Daryl's place, growing close to a girl such as Beth and then losing her, maybe you would've changed. Or if you were in Michonne's place, forced to watch the boy you'd come to love dance a hair away from one of the worst fates possible. Shit, maybe even Maggie, maybe if you were the one who had to go through hell and back to find your husband, maybe then you'd go through the emotional torture you so desperately needed for positive character growth. 

Life didn't work that way though, and you had it easy. So easy that the boredom was quick to become your hardship. 

“You got any booze here?” You asked as you laid on your back beside him in the pews, sharpening your clip point knife on Daryl's borrowed whetstone. 

“No.” He answered quickly, not looking up from the Bible in his hands. 

“Cigarettes? I'll be out soon.”

“I don't smoke.”

“Any of your old prescriptions? I know your type, I bet your bathroom cabinet was full of valium.” You took a jab at his timid and nervous personality.

“I'm sorry, no… I don't like taking pills. I don't even take Advil for headaches-”

“Do you have anything here that'll keep me from blowing my brains out?” 

Gabriel looked up then, holding a look of surprise and distaste that he didn't even try to hide. “I… I may have some games from the children's Sunday school classes.”

To the shock of both of you, you nodded after thinking it over for a moment. Gabriel hadn't expected that answer, but he got up and led you to the room anyway.

Neither of you believed that night would be the night that you started to like each other. The boredom had grown so unbearable that those stupid little games he had seemed like playing San Andreas on your father's PlayStation 2 for the first time all over again. It wasn't just the first time Gabriel saw you laugh, it was the first time you'd actually laughed in a long time, and it wasn't at the expense of others, you genuinely had fun. 

“I could teach you.” He had said after you made a joke about going to the darkest depths of hell after smoking and swearing in church. 

“Teach me what?” You snorted, flicking ash from your cigarette.

“About the Bible. How to change.” 

You laughed then, shaking your head. “I don't know, father. Don't think so. But, if you'll let me, I can teach you how to make meth.”

His eyes widened. “W-what? You know how to do that? No, I- no, what?”

“Just a joke. I'd hate to see you on crystal. You're already so jittery and anxious.” 

He grinned sheepishly then and you had a good night. A great night. 

All it took was reuniting with Daryl to snap you back to reality. 

You'd searched for him as long as you had daylight every single day since arriving at the church. Even though the first few days most of your time outside was spent hunting, searching for signs of Daryl or his group was your main priority. Catching rabbits and squirrels was just lucky for Gabriel. 

It was off putting having Gabriel return with nearly the entire inner group on your doorstep. Your arms were covered in squirrel blood and you had twigs all in your hair, swinging open the church doors with your boot, a cigarette hanging between your lips. The skinned squirrel dropped from your grasp as you saw them, over a dozen faces all turned to you, all at once. 

Daryl hugged you with an exhausted yet relieved grin on his lips. You remained frozen, too confused and shocked by their sudden arrival. He ended up having to move your body out of the doorway so everyone could enter. 

“Was starting to think I lost you for good.” You commented as you stabbed a plastic fork into your hot can of peaches, stretching your legs in front of the campfire. 

“Nah. I told ya, I ain't leavin’.” 

“So, what happened? You all get on the bus and leave my sorry ass?” You teased, enjoying the sweet taste of fruit, even if it was canned. 

Daryl gave you the rundown, about Beth, the group he stuck with, going to Terminus, and the new members who claimed their guy was a big shot fancy scientist who had a cure.

“That's bullshit if I've ever heard it.” You tried to ignore the gnawing in your chest at the information that Beth had been taken. That was just another sick and uncomfortable reminder that Daryl was truly it for you. Everyone would leave, but not Daryl. Never Daryl.

“I dunno. Seems pretty legit.” Daryl grunted, finishing one of the squirrels you'd caught earlier that day. “So what happened?”

“What happened?”

“Yeah, after the shit show. What happened?”

You sighed, impaling your last peach slice. “I walked for a real long time looking for you. Found the church and busted in, this guy was cowering in the back with his ass half way through the floorboards.” You pointed over your shoulder at Gabriel, who was so nervous speaking to Rick you could see his fingers twitching. 

“And I never left. Used it as a place to sleep without bugs crawling up my nose or walkers nibbling my feet.”

Daryl snorted, staring off into the flames of the campfire before asking another question. “You look for me?”

“I tried.” You chose to leave out the part where you ‘tried’ twelve hours a day, seven days a week. “Couldn't find a damn thing. No human tracks besides ole boy. Needs a little less Bible preaching and a little more stealth training.” You paused then, looking at Daryl, who was still staring  off into the flames. “Did you look for me?”

“For a while, yeah. Me and Beth.” It took him a moment before he went on. “Lotta shit happened after that. But I kept lookin’. Was lucky we ran into your friend there surrounded by walkers. Made lookin' a lot easier.” He chuckled dryly and you nodded. You suddenly thought about Daryl back in Atlanta, back at the farm. The way he looked for Sophia, day and night, subconsciously using her as his redemption for not being able to find Merle. Did he look for you the same way? Or was it a more of a ‘keep an eye out’ type of search? 

Deep down you knew the answer. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. 

You didn't have Daryl back long before he was gone again. He came back a while later with yet another new human, some scrawny kid claiming he knew where Beth was. 

It was surprising to you that Rick didn't suggest you just stay back at the church. He actually insisted you accompany them on their search for Beth. That was until you realized Carl and Judith would both be left behind with Gabriel, which would have left you as one of the only adults. That pissed you off a little, giving you the impression that he thought of you as some psychotic loose cannon, or that you weren't capable of protecting them. After you cooled down you accepted the fact that you wouldn't trust someone like you either to watch your only two children, the last thing he had of his late wife. 

Rick had come to slightly regret bringing you when you tormented one of the ‘cops’ they were keeping hostage, blowing cigarette smoke in his face while he was immobile and randomly smacking a handkerchief against his face to annoy him. Rick must've said something to Daryl because instead of thinking your antics were absolutely hilarious, he discreetly pulled you aside and told you to ‘leave the damn man alone’. 

Blowing a little smoke in someone's face was nothing compared to what you wanted to do when you watched Beth get shot in front of you. 

It had only hit you that day when you finally saw your sweet pain in the ass again, you felt optimistic, relieved, her positive attitude was something you deeply needed. It was quickly replaced by feral anger, hissing, spitting, biting, clawing, the feeling of arms belonging to Tyreese wrapping around your torso to drag you away from the bloody mess you'd made of the nearest cop. 

You were grateful for your rage, it was so strong and numbing that you weren't able to cry. 

Oh, but how Daryl cried. 

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[gnometa233]

Last night admittedly, the one thing that I swore would never happen to me because I knew better happened

I got scammed on discord.

It's a humbling feeling and I still feel really stupid about it. I lost my discord account of 7 years and I'm currently trying to get it back. I don't have high hopes unfortunately due to me giving up the account to another email. Luckily, my parents helped me realize the scam before I gave them any money. I have locked down my important accounts and changed passwords just in case.

But here's what happened

A friend of mine messaged me a screenshot of a VERY convincing email (I got a real email from discord after the fact, they looked almost identical). They had reported me for phishing even though they knew it wasn't me. However, there had been claims against my account already, and they were going to delete my account in a couple of hours. Having experienced this legitimately on Instagram multiple times (it's 48 hours on insta I believe.) I set to wanting to set the record straight. (That should have been my first clue: the 2 hour time limit)

I did research about the person who had a very legitimate support account. This was in fact a real person who worked at discord. They acted extremely professional and they told me to give my account up so it wouldn't be further compromised. I should have asked, but again, hindsight is 20/20

they did video call me and wanted me to screenshare the process of guiding me to send paypal money (their amount was 200$. I just assumed discord was that greedy). I only realized it was a scam when they refused to show their face and continued to talk via text. At that point I knew I'd gotten scammed and told them to fuck off.

My account hasn't been deleted, but I can't log back into it. I don't know what they'll do with it. Probably abandon it, but I'm trying to contact discord to help me get it back

I have a feeling the friend who initially sent the text also got hacked. I'd had multiple conversations with them and they weren't acting out of character

Please be aware of this new scam going around. I fell for it because of panic brain even though it was extremely shady. It sucks, but I learned my lesson

Reblogs highly appreciated

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i will preface this by saying that i LOVE buggy, he is a character that i'm always delighted to see on a page and i find him funny charismatic and entertaining and even sometimes sympathetic. but some parts of the fandom have completely lost the plot with buggy.

the thing is that everything that has ever happened to buggy is self-inflicted because he's a greedy, conniving little shit who abandons people at the drop of a hat. people seem to have forgotten that the reason he lost his ability to swim and became a devil fruit user is because he volunteered to eat the fruit when no one else wanted it, but rather than actually eat it as he claimed to want to do, he tried to sneak it away so he could sell it for personal gain, along with the treasure map that he hid away from his crew.

if he hadn't tried to hide that fact from shanks, he wouldn't have been startled into eating it and if he weren't such a treasure-obsessed little clown, he wouldn't have jumped overboard for that map and he wouldn't have needed shanks to save him.

in loguetown, shanks made a decision to hold off on going after the one piece and even invited buggy to join his crew! he did not on any level betray, hurt, or otherwise harm buggy, who decided that his own ambition and self-esteem issues were somehow shanks's problem to resolve for him. the one who abandoned his childhood friend on the most traumatic day (thus far) of their lives was buggy! shanks does not even owe him the time of day, much less an apology.

shanks does not think about buggy at ALL. whitebeard thought more about buggy and shanks than shanks thinks about buggy and shanks. shanks's reaction to being asked about buggy was oh yeah we split up and haven't talked since. i think he's still a pirate?

when they met up again at marineford, shanks gave absolutely ZERO shits about buggy and the first thing he did was manipulate him into giving luffy his hat. zero great pirates take buggy seriously, as they shouldn't, because he's a pathetic loser clown. if anything, shanks is completely confident of buggy's ability to lie, steal and bluff his way to prominence, which is the only thing he deserves any amount of respect for.

buggy has had numerous opportunities to make a compassionate, kind choice and he has rejected every single one of them in favor of being a self-serving, greedy bastard. and the thing is i don't even hold that against him-- i'm sure the pirate king's crew did nothing to discourage a pirate from being a self-centered survivalist. it takes a lot of strength to be a kind pirate, which i don't think anyone would blame buggy for not having. i LOVE that buggy succeeds by being the very essence of a PIRATE.

but all of buggy's problems are buggy-made!!! the fact that this is repeatedly emphasized in the series isn't a mistake by oda, buggy is very deliberately an unsympathetic loser because he fucking sucks! that's the appeal! if anyone holds the genuine belief that shanks is in any way at fault for buggy's terrible life choices, they have fallen for the clown's lies. shanks has made a LOT of bad decisions in his life but none of them are buggy-related. every time i see an essay about how buggy was deeply wronged by the people around him (especially shanks) i just think of those guys from impel down going like 'OHHHH OUR LORD AND SAVIOR BUGGY... HE'S SO NOBLE AND POWERFUL... HE IS THE SUN AND THE SKY HE IS EVERYTHING' like please 😭

but obviously i don't control what people do or how they engage with canon or characters or whatever. its just incredible to see. casting him as more sympathetic or having been wronged by others in some way is missing the point entirely. he's a guy who was given EVERY opportunity to succeed and he simply decided to suck so so so much instead and he STILL manages to fail up. it's HYSTERICAL.

[5iyoomi]

Hello! Thanks again for the FE3H request! Loved it!

I had the idea of asking if you could do a request with M!Alear, Alfred, Diamant, Alcryst, Fogado, with a male! reader? Nsfw too, if possible?

For the plot/context, the reader is a mage who promoted into a Sage! The boys are reacting to seeing the sage outfit, which they never saw before, on the reader and being all flustered about it.

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They React to Your New Outfit ━ Part 1

characters: M!Alear, Alfred, Diamant, Alcryst, Fogado warnings: handjob, oral, penetrative sex, fingering (all reader receiving), dry humping, making out, me drifting from the prompt like 20 times lmao, not proofread/might be ooc A/N: hii I'm glad you liked the fe3h request! I wasn't sure if it was any good or not when I wrote it tbh.. sorry this one took me so long but I hope it was worth the wait :) I did sfw and nsfw for this but it kinda leans more towards nsfw in general

Part 2 | Word Count: 2,574

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Alear

Honestly I feel like he'd be the most flustered apart from Alcryst. He thinks you look good no matter what you're wearing, that you could absolutely pull off anything you wanted to and he'd be right there to tell you exactly that

But he's at a loss for words once he sees your new sage outfit, entirely different from the purples and browns of your old one. Your cape flows down to your feet, intricate designs adorning the piece of fabric that's draped over your broad shoulders

His eyes catch how your stomach and chest is almost entirely exposed to him, and he thinks his first thought would have surely gotten him weird looks if people could read his mind

He stutters out something that sounds suspiciously like 'pretty', but when you ask him if he said something he gets nervous and pretends like he didn't

He knows getting distracted in the middle of a battle wouldn't do anyone any good, so he tries not to think about it until you have a moment to yourselves

Heterochromatic eyes gaze lovingly into yours, bright hues of blue and red bright underneath the lights in his room. Alear has you laying beneath him with a loose grip on your waist to keep you steady, gently tugging your pants down just enough to free your already half-hard length.

"You look nice, you know that?" He breathes, thin fingers wrapping around your sensitive cock and thumbing at the leaking slit. He can't take his eyes off of you, entranced by how your clothes hug you in all the right places. His lips ghost over your jawline, and you tremble. "It suits you."

He insisted on you keeping your clothes on, everything except for your cape that was somewhere on the floor now; you couldn't be bothered to care. All that mattered was the pleasure that surrounded you like a cloud and his hand that worked you with practiced ease.

You run your fingers through his hair, your legs kept spread by his body in between them. "You- ah, think so?" You murmur, having to bite your lip when he silently nods, sucking a light hickey onto your neck. He knows it'll be covered up, that he won't have to worry about people asking you or him what happened, even though it's obvious.

You're his, after all. While a part of him wants to show you off, stake his claim in the only way he knows how, he doesn't need to. You're almost never not with him, anyway, fighting every battle by his side and staying glued to his hip outside of it. Not that he'd have it any other way.

Slowly but surely neither of you could be found without the other. People would constantly ask you where the Divine One was if you showed up without him, and people would wonder if he'd seen you around. It was a little embarrassing at first, but he couldn't say he minded.

So he'll take care of you tonight, take his time and bring you over the edge the same way he always does. Even if it's more for himself than anything else, to watch you fall apart in his arms with his name on your lips, but you weren't exactly complaining.

Alfred

Seeing as he's dating you, he wouldn't at all be afraid of saying how he feels about your outfit. He always wants you to come to him about anything, serious or not, so it stands to reason that he'd do the same with you

He's a little more forward with his compliments, admiring how your muscles bulge in your sleeves and whispering that he thinks you look even stronger like this, making heat warm your cheeks

Seeing you in something that revealing does more to him than he'd like to admit, though nothing has to be said about it when he asks, in the politest way possible, if he can suck you off right then and there (if no one was around two)

Your choked out sound of surprise makes him laugh as he watches you think about his question. You're just so gorgeous, can you blame him for wanting you?

Are we all in agreement that Alfred would 100% be a service dom? Yes? Okay anyways

"You don't have to-" you start to protest, but he cuts you off from where he's propped up on his knees, giving you a small smile and shaking his head.

"No, no, it's alright. Just let me make you feel good, okay?" Alfred traces gentle circles into your thighs, waiting for you to give him the okay to keep going. "Besides, I'm enjoying the view," he adds, so naturally and soft that you almost miss it.

So cheesy, you think, rolling your eyes. But you nod anyway, reaching down to fix one of the flowers that he keeps fixed in his hair. He leans into the touch, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of your hand. "Okay, fine, but once you're done, then-"

"You don't need to repay the favor, really," the blonde says, lacing your fingers together and squeezing. "This outfit was payment enough."

You don't get the chance to respond to that before he's mouthing at the outline of your length through your pants, watching to gauge your reaction. You suck in a small breath, resisting the urge to beg him to hurry up, because you know that'd only make him go impossibly slower.

But eventually, he hollows his cheeks, languidly taking you halfway into his mouth before drawing back. He does that a few times, tongue licking a long stripe from the base to the tip and circling the head of your cock.

"Please, d-don't tease," you whimper, feeling arousal pool in your stomach and settle there. He glances up at you, sliding down as much as he can without gagging and chuckling at how you slap a hand over your mouth.

It doesn't do much to stifle your noises, quiet moans slipping past your lips even with you trying to cover them. He pulls off with a loud pop after a moment, his hand snaking up the cut in the right side of your pants. "Only because you asked so nicely."

Diamant

Getting him to give you a reaction outside of his usual demeanor isn't a task, per se, but it's not easy either. He's almost always serious, trying to keep up appearances where he can

But then you tell him you've been promoted, that you've grown even stronger, and he's proud of you, he is, until his words falter when he sees how you look

What you're wearing is wildly different from your old mage outfit, the clothes allowing you to move around more freely as you take on more of a front-line position in battle. He knows that. It's supposed to be practical, in a way, and nothing else

Except telling himself that proves to be harder than he thinks. You ask him what he thinks about it, and he clears his throat, trying (and failing) to hide the blush that rises to his face and ears

He makes sure to let you know how he feels when he has the chance to, though. He can't leave your question unanswered now, can he?

Diamant tugs you onto his lap, not worried about being careful with most of his armor thrown off to the side on his bed. You go along with it, your legs resting on either side of him and arms coming up to wrap around his neck. His gloved fingers find your chin, pulling you closer until your faces are mere inches apart.

"You know, it's almost not fair that other people get to see you in this," he whispers, lips brushing yours and thumb stroking your cheek. You tuck a loose strand of red hair behind his ear, waiting for him continue. "But... it's fine, because only I know how you look when I kiss you."

As if on cue, he slowly bridges the small gap between you, tilting his head so that your lips easily slot together like it's second nature. You melt into it, letting him take the lead and grab you until your bodies are flush together. You can hear and feel all of him even through your clothes, from shaky breaths to the growing arousal in his pants.

You absentmindedly grind down against him, and the arm slung around your waist tightens. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it and reveling in how you shudder out his name.

His hands slip beneath the thin fabric covering the top of your toned chest, fingers flicking over your perk nipples and lightly tugging. You moan, tongue sliding into his mouth and melding with his own.

"How's that feel?" He pulls away to ask, meeting every roll of your hips with a thrust of his own. You pause to catch your breath, and to find the words that keep escaping you. He does the same, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth with a smile.

"Good," you finally manage to say in a whisper, the friction alone threatening to make you cum. He isn't holding up any better than you are, so he traces over your exposed skin, slowing your movements so that he could stretch this out.

"Gods, you drive me crazy."

Alcryst

He'd be so nervous about it that you'd probably end up having to get him to calm down. I feel like he'd either be the type to start rambling because he doesn't know what to say, or the type that trips over their words so much they have to take a deep breath before they continue

He just thinks you look absolutely handsome. You always do, even when you woke up with the worst bedhead in all of Elyos, but this is different

A part of him still doesn't know how you fell in love with somebody like him, someone that can't even properly speak sometimes, but he's happy when you reassure him it's not a big deal. That it's kind of cute how he reacts to you

He wants to show you everything that's swirling around in his head when he can't verbally get out how he's feeling <3

"It's okay if I do this, isn't it?..." He quietly asks, a soft flush painting his pale skin pink. He has your fingers intertwined just beside your head, his other hand holding one of your legs open in a position he knows you're the most comfortable in.

You nod, giving his hand a squeeze and pulling him in closer by the neat, white cravat tied around his neck. The cold wind from a crack in the window is a nice reprieve from the warmth burning hot and fiery in your stomach.

"Mhm, go ahead. You can do whatever you want to me." You tilt your head up to kiss him, and you can feel him freeze up at that, a small whimper falling off his tongue and his cock twitching where it teases at your hole.

"Y-you can't just- can't just say things like that," Alcryst pouts, sunken scarlet eyes darting from yours back to the spot between your legs. He'd always get flustered when it came down to doing this with you, so hung up on being perfect that he didn't get to fully enjoy himself.

You want him to let loose a little bit for once. Your sage outfit was the perfect way to start.

"But it's true," you lift your hips up to make it easier for him, shooting him a sly wink that has him subtly fidgeting. "Don't hold back this time, I can take it." And that seems to do it for him.

You both let out a choked out moan when he gently slides into you, wrapping a hand around you and stroking in time with each half thrust. He nestles himself deep inside you, hips slamming into yours and his lips trailing up and down your entire body.

He bites down on your shoulder so that he isn't being too loud. You were tight, warm and panting beneath him, and he swears you're the prettiest boy he's ever seen in his life.

"You feel good, so good."

Fogado

He's literally the Claude of engage I think the developers have a type.... (me too but that's a conversation for another day)

Anyway, he's the first person to notice when your outfit changes. He'd be the first one to catch something small, anyway, like if you trimmed the ends of your hair or got new frames for your glasses, and those observational skills and flirtatious nature of his don't go away when you start dating

He's not just saying it to say it, though, he means it when he sees you outside and tells you that you look cute. The colors compliment your eyes, the arm sleeves slid up to your elbows perfect on you, and he doesn't shy away from pointing that out

He'll ask you if you wanna get dinner with him after training, even though you always say yes. It's become something of a routine with you two, to unwind by talking about any and everything in each other's presence

Then he'll casually say how much better your clothes would look on the floor on your way out of the cafe terrace

"Fogado-" you squirm, hands clutching the sheets under you for dear life. Your face is pressed into the pillow, his, namely, drool leaving a small puddle in the middle of the linen case.

He leans over your back, humming in acknowledgement and curling two of his fingers inside you in search of that spot that would have you seeing stars. You're thankful that most of your moans are muffled and that he can't see your face twisting up in pleasure.

It's embarrassing enough that he has your ass up and back arched for him, your body bare except for your sleeves while he's still fully clothed. You're burning up, your heart beating loudly in your chest and legs trembling.

It doesn't help that he keeps purposefully avoiding you where you need him the most, your dick almost pathetically hard and leaking pre-cum between your thighs. He litters the nape of your neck with wet kisses, leaving a mark here and there that'll just barely be able to be covered up.

"What's the matter, baby?" He whispers in your ear, biting down on it and feeling you tighten around him. You're about to respond, but your words end off on a high-pitched groan when he slides a third digit in beside the first two, and he all but laughs. He knows exactly what he's doing, what the problem is, but he's messing with you. Seeing how much it'd take for you to beg.

And it's starting to kill you.

"I need you-"

"What's the magic word?" You feel more than see him smirk against your skin, and you'd be mad if you weren't unbearably needy right now. So you humor him.

"Please."

Fogado grins, big, brown eyes scanning down your frame. He can tell you're close. "That's my good boy." He coos, murmuring praises when his fingers finally find your prostate with one hard thrust and you cum for him, shaky cries prompting him to finger you through your orgasm despite your weak protests.

He really thinks he should do this more often.

[notvv0ltz]

Self

Alright everyone, this topic isn't going to be about an art but rather about self… Or selves (foreshadowing). I'm writing this because not much of people are describing their experiences in this complicated sense of self.

So, like… Originally this post was planned to go deep through my traumatic experiences, but then I realized that no one needs to hear that. And it was also mentally breaking to me, so I will mention things only briefly just to give a context.

Still, the warning stays the same: my opinion on such matter and use of terms may differ from your own, and it still stays as an extremely personal post from a mentally ill person, read at your own risk.

I'm a guy who lives in a much better place now with queer found family, but before that my life quite sucked. I can barely remember my childhood, but I know that my trust was betrayed, and I couldn't rely on people in real life at all for different reasons. Not going into details of this one, but I'll just say this: I feel physically unwell when people are angry at me, especially when they're gaslighting me, and that's not without a reason. There was also a time when one parental figure drank heavily since I was 4 and continues to do so in a "mild" manner. I also have a physical evidence that I was "too tired" when I was 6 already. Overall, there were situations which my brain perceived as not safe.

It all made me socially isolated and apathetic for a long period of time. And I also had a vivid imagination. So vivid that I could stare at ceilings for hours without moving. It became maladaptive at my worse periods of life and disrupted me from doing schoolwork. But out of every other ways to cope I could have at that time, this one was the most harmless.

This had its own consequences, though… Everything changed when I had a breakdown in teens and I started feeling someone patting my back, but no one was there. It was my character (if you know, you know), that since then lives rent-free in my head.

What that truly was is still unknown to me, like why he suddenly feels like a very real person talking to me and why his speech doesn't feel scripted at all. He progressed from being my protector from The Bad to someone with his own desires and urges that contradict mine. To someone who disagrees with me sometimes and gives me another perspective. To someone who feels differently. But at the same time, with a lot of similarities because, well, we share the same brain.

What did none of us expect is that there were times when he took control of the body. No one from outside notices anything different, but internally it was quite weird to hear myself in my head in a muted way, as if I'm in a backstage. And it was odd and agonizing even for him to control the body that didn't reflect at all his self-image. Every time it happens, we prefer to wait out when he goes back to the "backstage". He is very ashamed of his own existence, so if he ever makes an attempt to not hide, please be nice to him.

Even with such complications, I love him very deeply. Without him, I wouldn't survive, and I'm serious about this. He helped me to process emotions, "co-piloted" when I was in severe stress, he made me feel less alone and misunderstood.

I think, at it's core, it's a healthy coping mechanism. It's just that there are conflicts that are unresolved, and that requires a therapist. I also tried to fit in plural communities, but it did literally nothing good to us. We felt like we needed to qualify for the label and thought that I'm just asking for attention despite us documenting our "huh that's interesting" moments. Because I'm in a better state, the other guy in my head appears less, but that doesn't deny that I have something going on. I don't think that collapsing over a sudden change in feeling self means that we're just, you know, role playing. We should treat people in this confusing state better, even if it ends up that they weren't plural. The rampant fake claiming culture misses the fact that no person that didn't struggle in life would consider this label. You can easily make someone's health worse by not giving them a room to explore themselves and sometimes admit that they were wrong. So please, be kinder.

I hope this post wasn't a bit too much for this blog and was helpful to someone. I tried to cut off the details of my traumas, but it was crucial to note that without them nothing would've happened to me. I also prefer to use more broad terms over specific ones to describe our experience because we're still not sure what's going on. Thanks for reading.

[olderthannetfic]

I hate those anti-fan artists who claim to be fans of a thing, but are just so passive aggressive and constantly do "re-designs" (fix-its) of designs, and keep being like "Well this is the reason it is bad and sucks… but I'm not saying it's bad… … " and then their design ends up just not looking anything like the og. I wouldn't even care if they weren't so needlessly passive aggressive and haughty, but the weird thing of "I'll treat this character's design idea by the designers, as a drawing prompt, and then talk about how shitty the actual show did it." to be fucking exhausting and obnoxious.

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[alitgblog]

season 9 vol 8 thoughts: my hype has died down from last week, now Stefan is just another man, and I'm again critical of the choice to paywall everything and spend so much time focused on Kat

first of all before I post screenshots (of which there are few btw bc it wasn't super eventful imo) I did have a moment looking at my mc and was like damn get her some brown contacts so she looks different that's why. and I think I may have accidentally switched her skin tone too, point being, as a result, I take back what I said last week about not going for Cassius bc he looks like my mc's cousin

but the lunch with Uma, I have mixed feelings on the concept in general. Like for story it's interesting bc the other person could lie, but if I think about it like it would actually happen on love island, maybe the other person downplays some stuff, but straight up lying? nah. and then it would in theory get the girls to stick (just bc usually it's the guys that are being messy and flirting it up with the casa girls), but in my head the postcard/video always does the opposite. it's like a sneak preview into what the guys are doing so it encourages the girls to get angry or get back at them

In fact, lunch with casa girl to spill secrets usually happens AFTER casa so having it here is weird.

in execution though, no doubt, kinda lame. I mean I like the insights into casa, but you could get that info next week when everyone's together or in movie night or like a mean tweets challenge or whatever. You have to pay for info so it's already awful but also MC doesn't get the option to lie/be vague to Uma, so she just tells Uma everything we the audience already know and then Uma doesn't really tell us anything. Like we don't even get to know the names of the other two casa girls and we told her about everyone.

Speaking of Uma, they couldn't have fixed her hair this season????

Finn's being flirty, sure, and I might be kicked off his route now (I'm not sure if rejecting him by the pool did that), so I don't know if he acts any different if you're on his route bc he claims to have changed???

Hamish how dare you say you've changed then actually change this is why everyone's on his route 😂😂

Jude's a mess who gives a fuck but also that observation may be apparent to the audience, but I wouldn't picture a casa girl saying it. LIUSA S6 has a perfect example: it's not the casa girls saying "oh he sucks because he's been egging on the other guys" but them saying "oh he's the sweetest, because he's encouraging the other guys to explore connections" and then in game it would be letting the reader figure out what that means. it's in part them always having such surface level writing (tell not show) but it gives all their "villains" this weird gameplayer vibe. like I don't think Uma and Jude are genuine and they are acutely aware of the public, but I don't think they should be written like that, I think they should just be written to be assholes. Uma's a liar and Jude's a bully. Not saying we can't have gameplayer characters, just don't make it so obvious.

Anyway, coming back into the Villa and then for some reason you have to pay gems to tell the other girls information?? I don't like the paying gems to receive information but this is more confusing bc it's the opposite lol. Actually, Kat, if you want to know what happened on the date you're gonna have to give ME 17 gems.

there's a chat here MC has with Stefan about how he didn't know what he was expecting before coming back but once he saw MC it was clear he wanted her. And just to repeat what I said last week, Stefan should've started casa a little upset with MC (instead of having it be Lyle) and then ask her for forgiveness midway through the volume and here is where that chat can go where he's like yeah I tried but they weren't you.

and then I decided to give Cassius a fighting chance bc Stefan has that advantage of being her ex and i think MC should explore her options and im still mad at Marshall breaking things off with S6 MC. Cassius seems sweet and he so is during the date. It's just a shame I don't like doing the cutesy loyal casa boy route ever. If he was an OG though? Goodbye Chen and Henri

there's a part he asks about MC's job which I've been begging for someone to bring up and this chat was really cute

Ice cream thing only reminds me that I'm kinda put off the Natasha route now. If she wasn't the go to character to give exposition about Stefan and MC, then maybe. But now, I'm so stuck always having to not choose her and it's a shame. It also feels like with how much she talks about him and knowing that she brings him back if you don't, plus the Hamish stuff pre casa, it just feels like MC is second choice to these other guys. it's not as bad as Kelly, who straight up does say she's here for Finn, but it's irritating. I know Claudia kinda ends up doing that too towards the end of casa when she decides to work things out with Theo, but idk it feels different this time.

Kat screaming about going exclusive with Lyle during the date was so on brand for her to draw all attention on her I don't even know if I can be annoyed bc it made sense, I just wish the ratio of time spent talking about Kat was less. Like it doesn't need to get cut down, I just think we deserved a few more scenes where MC gets to talk with the guys.

the casa guys' day wear outfits are very good imo, very stylish, except Marshall.. it feels unnatural to see him in those colors idk

omg the wild night thing. first off, once again annoyed at texts cutting people off, like how many times can you stand doing that, fusebox writing team???? but uh sure, Marshall hears about this wild night between Stefan and Chen. and you hear about it in the game

Which side note, I hate the game and I also could've sworn we've already played it in casa this season. but I guess it's just to show once again that Kat and Lyle are having problems. Could've been a chat instead. Only useful piece of information was that Cassius likes nerds and I'm like damn once again, in another life, would be my pick. Pretty much everything else about the LI's was information we've already learned (even the info about Cassius I'm sure if I romanced him earlier in casa it would've been obvious).

Also just once again, taking a backseat in the game. it's like they think the player doesn't wanna be wrong so they settle for just sitting around but that's much more fun to have the chance to be wrong. also bc it would influence people to replay I think so they can get the right answers.

anyway, wild night thing, I did fork over the gems to find out and i know this happens every gem scene for info but it was especially annoying to me this time that MC pulls him aside and is like "tell me the story" and hes like "i dont know... do you really wanna hear the full story?" im like YES she pulled you aside for this. MC confronts Stefan and I saw what yall posted about bruno so I went ahead and asked about Claudia and she was dancing with her partner from her season, and for me that's Theo and what a shame. sorry I'm a jealous ex I don't even know if my S8 mc is happy with Jin.

ANYWAY for a split second I thought the "wild night" was alluding to Stefan and Chen hooking up? which, I think wouldve been a great option. and if fusebox is so scared of making all the LI's bi, then I would've voted Stefan is bi and then Chen/Henri/Lyle/Jude maybe aren't but like hey they gave it a shot. But alas, no...

Then Stefan says he was crushing on a DJ and I know in this instance it makes less sense for them to pick a real person bc they say that the DJ tried to hook up with Chen, but I do miss some like random info about the characters and their type. like, I just remember being surprised S2 Lucas's celebrity crush was teyana taylor and I want stuff like that again

so not wild but I guess Stefan was ashamed he screwed over Chen. Then he was like "isn't that so cool of Chen to give up a hookup for you?" and idk I don't care about DJs so I was glad MC to be like oh boohoo whatever

Lyle's speech to Kat was cringe but I'm giving him benefit of the doubt bc I would actually like him and Kat to be happy so Kat can stop bothering Finn and stop bothering MC.

And Kat of course goes to flirt with whoever you went on a date with, and I guess luckily, I happened to pick Cassius who I wasn't gonna bring back anyway. Then you get like five lines of dialogue each with Marshall and with Stefan (who's hanging out with Natasha) which could've and should've been longer for final chats.

you can match with Kelly now fyi

(I wish I had a picture of Kelly's partywear I swear it's nearly the same dress)

Then stick or twist just feels so tacked onto the end of the episode, but it should be like a huge thing. They stretch that shit out SO LONG in the show. Like in the three episodes this volume, the second one should end with cliffhanger announcing the girls are going back to casa that night. then the next episode starts with final chats and the map opens up and you can talk to Stefan but maybe Natasha interrupts, then Cassius saying he understands you gotta do what you gotta do, then Marshall who gives you one last plea he's changed (similar to the actual game again it should be longer). Add on Lyle talking about how he feels he fucked up with Kat here instead of right before the firepit. Honestly also a chat with Kat and Kelly wouldn't hurt either, with Kat contemplating her options and then seeing what Kelly's thinking about Finn, just to remind you about the guys back in the villa.

Then pep talk in the dressing room where it's revealed/implied what each girl is gonna do (Natasha can be vague since if you pick Stefan then she picks Marshall, so just have her say she's not sticking with Hamish for sure) AND THEN stick or twist. And I think each couple should be revealed in order. I don't think we need to give Kat too much time in the spotlight, so Kat goes first, picks Lyle, then walks into the Villa and the girls and casa boys are waiting outside but can hear them yelling (bc I just assume there's gonna be yelling around kat). And then MC picks, walks in with her guy or single, and then sees Uma and Chen together, then cliffhanger.

and that being said, despite what I wrote about the date with Uma, I like the idea that MC spilled who the casa guys are and then she made the decision to go for someone insecure and easy so she could stay and then couple with the casa guy she really wants later, and it just happens to be the guy she wanted was the one MC chose. Or alternatively, she did actually want the villa boy she picked (and also was lying during the date about him being close with Jessica). Very snakey and calculated for love but not too gameplayer-y for my distaste.

but for predictions, I think Hamish sticks bc he said he was gonna try to be loyal. I think Finn sticks bc if you're on his route, it would throw another wrench if he had a new girl. Chen/who you're with obviously twists. I could see Jude twisting, but he gives off the vibe that he sticks to try to win the show. In that case, there are two single islanders so which I'm fine with but fusebox likes to dump single islanders post casa even though it doesn't make sense to, but maybe they get the other islanders to choose to save Hamish (or I'm wrong and Hamish twists). I could also see them saying if MC is single then she chooses a boy to couple with, and can save Hamish since clearly a route (and if this is the case then I would heavily consider replaying the last chapter to keep Hamish in the game).

overall, like I said up top, kinda back to my normal level of enjoyment for this season. I was really hopeful after last week, but I was distracted by pretty faces. also I started playing perfect match and the Stefan thing reminded me of the whole neighbor thing going on in perfect match and in both it's really such a shame they send in someone from MC's past to use the second chance romance trope to distract me from a drop dead gorgeous woman named Natasha.

oh other thing, with the way my game has been going, everyone is in a mixed race couple except for Kelly and Finn, which I think is fun bc then I can pretend the audience is tweeting some version of "why is this season giving shondaland right now?"

anyway so thth3 new episode tomorrow woooooooo

[lord-squiggletits]

Actually one of my favorite instances of "people being dicks about IDW Optimus on posts about IDW/Optimus/MegOP" was when I saw a commentator claim with their whole ass "Megatron deserves better than Optimus" like.

Bestie.

Megatron killed billions of people.

He himself would deny the notion that he "deserves" anything bc he's incredibly depressed about wasting his life on atrocities and, by the end of the series, thinks wholeheartedly that submitting to a trial to give the galaxy its justice is more important to him than living a carefree life.

And even if you don't ship MegOP, Megatron speaks positively of Optimus multiple times and is happy, or at least more animated, whenever he speaks to OP.

It's just so funny to talk about "deserving a better lover" in reference to a blood stained imperialist who himself would admit to his own villainy and doesn't see himself as superior to anyone just because he was right once upon a time. Like bestie your own blorbo would not agree with your take that Optimus is just The Worst and completely unrespectable. So funny.

Actually wait no. My FAVORITE (and imagine I say "favorite" with intense scorn and disgust) instance of someone being a dick about IDW OP in a space about IDW OP, was someone commenting on an IDW MegOP multichapter fic-- clearly something the author must love and put a lot of effort in to write like 300,000 words about them-- to go "WHINE WHINE WHY ARE YOU WRITING IDW OPTIMUS HE SUCKS, MOAN MOAN NOBODY WRITES ABOUT IDW MEGOP BC IT'S BORING AND MEGATRON DESERVES BETTER, BITCH BITCH WHINE YOU SHOULD WRITE MEGAROD OR MEGSMAGS INSTEAD"

The sheer fucking entitlement of coming onto someone's IDW Megop fic to insult the character and ship they're writing about, then demand they write about YOUR favorite ship bc you think their ship is stupid and boring. Ough it was literally the worst thing I'd ever seen short of actively harassing and trying to get someone to quit writing (those instances weren't IDW OP related, just trolls being assholes).

Or the various times scrolling the Megop tag going "oh wow cool fanart :) " and then the tags are "this isn't IDW OP btw because he SUCKS ASS and I hate him." Or going "oh wow this artist makes a lot of megop let me check their blog" and seeing a seemingly innocuous post of them talking about G1 Megop, then out of nowhere they go "btw fuck IDW OP". Or just going on someone's blog bc they make cool content in general and seeing them go "IDW Megatron is so cool! [Sentences about why they enjoy him.] Also I think IDW OP should die in a ditch."

I kinda assumed that MegOP spaces would be safe, since y'know if they ship MegOP it makes sense that they like both characters? Plus, Megatron is sooo hated and there's so much discourse around him, but that means that Megatron fans probably guard their own spaces against hate and know what it's like to have their faves shit on constantly with tons of petty drama? NOPE literally met multiple IDW Megatron stans who would get so mad about people calling their fave problematic, then would turn around and go "lmao who would like IDW Optimus, no one likes him, I ship Megatron with dockworker or archivist OP because they're so much better than him. IDW OP is a fucking asshole I hate him." Like MMMMMMMM I kinda thought that in a space dedicated to liking Optimus/Megatron/Optimus and Megatron kissing each other, there wouldn't be people randomly shitting on the characters, but oh well. Just leave those spaces.

Well not to worry, I can always go to AO3 and look at fic, that's an archive site and not social media, and all I need to do is filter the tags to IDW Megop and I'll have everything I need!

>Fic 1: Tagged IDW MegOP, author says it's continuity soup with archivist Orion

>Fic 2: Tagged IDW MegOP. Archivist Orion.

>Fic 3: Tagged IDW MegOP. Dockworker Orion. The author thoughtfully includes a tag/author's note solely dedicated to talking about how IDW OP fucking sucks so they replaced him with a Better Optimus

>Fic infinity: Tagged IDW MegOP. Continuity soup with archivist Orion again.

>Fic infinity+1: Tagged IDW MegOP. Actually is about IDW Megatron and IDW Optimus. Posted in 2014. Has not been updated since 2018.

>Fic infinity+n: Tagged IDW MegOP. Actually IDW MegOP. I have already read them. Every single one. They were posted years ago. They were last updated years ago. The authors have long since gone to other fandoms, never to return and finish their fics.

>I give up and decide the only IDW MegOP fic I'll ever get will be my own.

So many times. <:) And that kids is why I don't talk to anyone else in the fandom unless they're mutuals or a friend of a friend. The fandom is small when you can't go looking for new, cool people any more bc seemingly all of them will randomly pop off about how much they hate your blorbo with no provocation at all.

[thenopequeen]

I keep thinking about Dagoth Ur wanting to save his people, drive out the invaders, etc. The same changes they already made together as the First Council.

I keep thinking about the Heart of Lorkhan. About how Lorkhan was the guy who talked his friends into creating Mundus in the first place, but didn't tell them the price they would pay. He's the trickster, who tells himself that the end justified the means, who fins out too late that he should have gotten consent for his plan from those who stood to lose. The god wanted his vision of reality so badly he lost everything and got his heart ripped out for it.

I keep thinking about the Tribunal, using the Heart's power, but from a distance. Becoming gods, reshaping Morrowind in their own image, but never able to leave behind the stories of those who they left behind on the way. About how the chimer weren't changed into dunmer until they attained godhood, even though the stories that claim it was a curse from Azura say that she did it because they betrayed their oath to Nerevar (but that version kinda sucks anyway). About how the Tribunal themselves weren't equally changed. Sotha Sil was the one who manipulated the power directly, the one who became fully a dunmer, and the one who saw his fate coming and accepted it in the end. Almalexia was the one unchanged, and the one who couldn't accept the fading of her power. Vivec, as ever, baffling and impossible to pin down.

I keep thinking about Corprus. About the Divine disease, and about how it seems to affect people differently. You have shambling pale husks (why are they so pale, wouldn't most victims of Corprus be dunmer? Or aren't they that pale at all? Are they chimer colored?). You have a Dwemer who hasn't changed color, but has lost use of most of his body. You have the player character, who is told you show signs of the disease on your face, but the game never actually changes your appearance. And then there's the ash creatures of the Sixth House, who remain dunmer grey, don't lose any physical abilities, and their faces get... weird. The funky proboscis, the flute-looking tentacle face, the empty void where the ash slaves' eyes should be. And weirdly enough, even though ash slaves are so low in the ranks, the empty void where Dagoth Ur's whole face should be.

If I get my shit together, I may write more of this

[dairy-farmer]

just had thoughts of timsteph, maybe if they were obsessive over e/o things might've been great

it's possible but i still wouldn't have really been into it- maybe if their dynamic was more reminiscent (and this is going to be a weird example but they're what i think of when i imagine a couple that's equally obsessed with each other) but candace and jeremy from phineas and ferb. now THERE was a couple that truly had mutual feelings for each other. candace had a crush but wasn't disturbingly obsessed and jeremy was very clearly interested and invested in her so nothing really felt onesided like how often those situations tend to be.

but, that's not what panned out with tim and steph. regardless of any character adjustments for one or the other they just weren't good for each other. and one of the major reasons for WHY they didn't work out was because steph canonically does not trust tim in a romantic sense.

she was always very willing to make the "logical" leap that he's unfaithful the moment he hangs out with, smiles, laughs, or is worried about any girl that isn't her. (ex: star who taught tim how to skateboard got shot and steph was SO huffy about him being worried about her, continuously interrogating him when he was trying to monitor the situation). and okay i guess jealousy and envy could be a major character trait for her, something she needs to overcome, something like that has been done for other characters but...idk whoever was in charge of writing her didn't really do a good job because even in red robin she's still very petty and jealous over women tim has anything to do with, leaping to conclusions about him and them despite the fact that she claimed to trust him. it didn't really show she had any growth in an interpersonal sense there despite how much she changed and learned to become batgirl.

and this is a repeated problem in their relationship where steph will automatically think the worst of him, tim will be hurt and offended, he'll call her out on it/or be forced to just suck it up, rinse and repeat.

and on top of that, it's not just the assumption that he's cheating on her if he so much stares as a girl and wonders where she got her shirt from- but when canary and barbara stopped training her she assumed he had something to do with it and shut him out not letting him know WHY she wasn't speaking to him. and that's another very clear pattern with her: when she's upset she cuts off all communication with him no matter how desperate tim gets (like when she ignored him when she became robin after seeing darla kiss him, once again, assuming that he was complicit in cheating on her- at that point it marked the 3rd time in the Robin comics where she assumed he was cheating and this is also, notably, tim's final straw with her pulling that stunt. but then she dies and comes back and he can't REALLY hold her accountable for any shitty thing she did before she died). because in the comics he's forced to call her again and again, call her mother, go to her house, and basically take every single measure to try and see and communicate his confusion and hurt to her. could you imagine if tim did that to her? he did a few times and oh how angry she was with HIM for having the audacity to do what she does to him (which she does as a punishment. the whole 'ignoring tim's existence thing' where she removes her attention and affection is something she does to punish tim when he's done something "wrong" which is...gross).

now steph, as a character, is brought in as someone who has every reason in the world to not like and/or despise men (her shitty dad, her shitty boyfriends, her dad's shitty/rapey friends). so you can understand why she's like that: why she's suspicious of tim and willing to think the worst of him despite saying she thinks the world of him. she's been burned before, especially by shitty boyfriends. and so tim pays a price because of the things other people in steph's life have done wrong.

if tim and steph were equally as obsessive over each it would get like...ugly toxic really fast. and that's not to say i dislike mutuallly obsessive dynamics. i like seeing that dynamic with brutim but the difference is that there's a kind of mutual understanding of obsession and that eliminates any insecurity- for stephanie's character, i don't think there's anything tim could do to prove to her he loves her and only her because she wouldn't believe him even when given every reason to.

[truly-fantastic-me]

I have a love/hate relationship with the third HTTYD movie. Like, there are some things I like about it, but the movie itself kinda sucked.

Criticisms listed because I don't feel like writing paragraphs:

Unnecessary romance

Unnecessary romance being put above friendship or anything else in general. Real original. Totally not amatonormative. /sarcasm

What the actual fuck was the Light Fury's design?! They didn't even give her a name! Furthermore, she would've been so much cooler as her own character and not a 2D love interest.

Little to no info about the Night Furies, other than yet another big bad villain attempted to wipe them out. Real surprise.

Snotlout crushing on Valka?? Where the fuck did that come from?! It'd be cute if it was just admiration, but an outright crush?

Speaking of which, why the fuck did they cut out the scene of Valka saving Snotlout?! At least that would've explained it! Like, the crush would've made a little more sense if they had kept that in there.

We learned little to nothing about the Hidden World. A major theme of the first two HTTYD movies was the pursuit of knowledge. WTF happened to that?! *cough*unnecessaryromance*coughcough*

The dragons did not have to leave in the end. Like, I can imagine of them would've had to because of overpopulation, but why don't the Berkians just spread out on their island? Did they magically forget there's a whole ass forest they could inhabit? Like I get that there were more bad guys out there like Drago and Grimmel, but what the fuck happened to advocating for dragons everywhere? Team up with other islands to take on those motherfuckers! Make some allies! Like they really suddenly portrayed not wanting your dragon to leave as "selfish." Really?

Furthermore, don't different dragons have different climates? Certainly, one cave is not going to be home for ALL of them. No matter how big a cave is. And wouldn't all dragons located in one area just leave them more vulnerable to attack? It'd be pretty difficult to find, but humans have found difficult places before and they'll do it again. Grimmel could've easily used his flying machine to go into that cave. Just saying.

I know a lot of people say that at least Valka, Astrid, and Ruffnut weren't done by Disney, but that really depends on many factors, such as who's fighting for diversity and how willing the executives are to listen. I don't know what the deal was with the diversity rep with the HTTYD franchise, so no comment here. (Although, to be fair, at least Dreamworks aren't purchasing every goddamn studio out there and claiming copyright of the names of literal gods from a culture sacred to many)

Also didn't like the only interaction between Valka and Astrid was talking about Hiccup in that deleted scenes. Come on, they can get deeper than that. (there's also that scene in that one comic where she talks about her memories with Stoick, which is better and Stoick's death would have impacted her greatly when he literally died in front of her so that at least made sense, but still. We're not shown them talking about anything other than that.)

[the-chessboard-is-personal]

Ok since a non-zero amount of people responded to my last post here's the story. remember there's no real metaphor here I'm just trying to make it look like there is

TWs: drowning, death

Note: This story gets a bit meta. Think "narrator interacting with characters" meta

Under cut because it probably sucks

The Stairs

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In the absence of everything, there is a staircase.

At the bottom of it is a pit of dark sludge.

The sludge is too thick to breathe in, and if you're in it long enough it will stain you.

There is no top to the staircase. No "other end". The other end is where you decide it is. The other end cannot be too low, too close to the sludge.

A bully shoves a kid down a few steps, but they climb back up the next day.

A teen's mother is killed and her ghost throws them down the stairs. They drown in the sludge later that night, tied to the bottom by a rope with thirteen knots.

A businessman gets a raise and climbs up the stairs to go buy food. He's a few steps higher up when he gets back from the store.

Nobody knows that there's anyone else with them on the staircase until they start talking.

Someone tries to build a chair lift, but it breaks.

Someone reaches out to a stranger, but the stranger steals their money and pushes them down a dozen stairs. This stranger says this is his job. Everyone else thinks he should find a real job. He doesn't care.

Someone starts a YouTube channel and the stairs turn to ice. They start slipping. No one else feels it but the ice is cold and difficult to hold onto.

Someone else starts their own YouTube channel and climbs a dozen steps. The first one asks how the second one does it. The second one doesn't respond.

A group of friends can't decide if they're going up or down. Those arguing for up say they're trying to help. Those arguing for down say they can't see the top and that the bottom is closer. One arguing for up says that none of them can swim.

A writer types up a story while walking up the stairs. They keep writing and writing and eventually they've written so much they don't realize they got turned around on the staircase halfway through. They imagine their characters higher up than they are themself.

Someone finds an elevator made by a mysterious person who claims to have invented a religion. The elevator doesn't go up, but it wiggles and shakes as if it was trying to make you think it did.

Someone climbs out of the sludge. Someone else sinks in.

I swear I saw them so high up just yesterday!

That was an illusion. You should have noticed. They weren't even that high up before.

I know.

She lied. Well, kind of. She didn't know until now. But now was too late. They had already drowned.

Someone tries to pull their friend out of the sludge, but ends up slipping and falling into it themself. One escapes, but not by much. The other had been in the sludge so long that it burned their skin and stuck to their flesh. They wouldn't be recognizable even if they could get out.

No one really knows this, but the stairs near the bottom are taller. Harder to climb.

Someone spends all their life making a ladder for people, but when they try to use it, it slides down the stairs with them and anyone who trusted them on it. The one who made the ladder falls the most steps watching their plan go horribly wrong.

The ones who hate the pit the most are the ones who keep coming back to it.

There's a point where it becomes impossible to leave the sludge. Those who think there isn't are stupid and naive.

...There are people who, just days ago, would never have thought they'd be more than 20 steps down from where they were. Some of them are drowning now.

It's easier not to let people know where you really are. It's better to hide the stains.

Someone gets tired of trying to climb out and goes to sleep in the sludge. They don't wake up.

Someone puts bandages on their arms to hide darkened stains. The doctor they go to knows. They know the doctor knows. They don't go back to that doctor.

And what about you?

A group of friends try to help each other up. They take turns walki-

Stop. What about you?

...

...

...I'm not supposed to be here at all.

Yes you are.

You don't understand.

Where else?

Where I was. Telling it all.

You tell the tales of others but hide your own?

It is only fate.

But you can change that.

And yet.

You could.

I could put myself anywhere on that staircase.

You should.

And yet.

...so where are you now?

Somewhere on the stairs, I guess.

"Somewhere"?

Somewhere.

Where?

Where do you think?

...

...

I'm too late to change your mind, aren't I?

Don't blame yourself.

Guess it only makes sense.

And no one's going to do the job for that one now.

Lmao.

[amaya-writes]

Haikyuu Setters Taking Care of Their Sick S/O

DAY TWO OF DATING THE SETTER: A HAIKYUU EVENT

Notes: I'm on my period so I wanted sick/hurt s/o things lol

Warnings: mentions of mild sicknesses like colds, etc. Established relationships. You cry during Atsumu's but you have a fever so it's because of that.

Characters involved: Sugawara Koushi, Kenma Kozume, Miya Atsumu, Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Toru, Akaashi Keiji

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Oikawa Toru

"Aw, you poor baby."

You couldn't help but feel annoyed at the way Oikawa addressed you but melted into his chest nonetheless.

"Shut up."

Toru feigned offence at your words, with his dramatic gasp being so hard you could literally feel him do it from your position on his chest.

"Is that any way to talk to your loving boyfriend who's taking care of your sick ass?"

You let out a snort at his words, not even trying to play along as he tugged on the back of the hoodie you were wearing, which was one of the many articles of his clothing you supposedly 'held hostage' due to your refusal to wear anything that wasn't his.

Oikawa cradled one of your cheeks in his palm, looking down at you with a semi-serious face that was ready to be replaced with a smile at any second.

"Yes."

"That's it I'm kicking you out."

You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, noticing how Oikawa clung to you just a little tighter even if he pretended to pout about your reply.

Sure, Oikawa wasn't exactly the type of boyfriend to nurse you back to health and fawn over your medication, but he sure was great at cheering you up and knew just what to do when you were sick.

Even if it meant risking being sick himself.

Kenma Kozume

Yet another whine echoed across Kenma's room for the umpteenth time as you turned onto your side. The blond in front of you seemed too engrossed in his game to even glance at you as your head returned to his lap after yet another unsuccessful attempt to sleep.

However, Kenma's reaction was almost instant the second he finished the level he was at, with one of his hands coming to play with your hair just like it had every other time.

"Can't sleep, kitten?"

You didn't even bother with a reply choosing to simply shake your head as your headache and sour throat waged on.

"How about you game with me, it'll distract you."

You wanted to say no, to claim that you didn't want to move and that your head hurt too much, but as you looked up to meet Kenma's curious gaze that showed he was genuinely trying to make it better, you couldn't help but give in.

"I don't know the game."

You moved to sit up beside him even as the excuse left you, making

"I'll teach you. Come here."

Kenma didn't even bother waiting for a response, already tugging you forward and placing you in his lap with one hand while the other reached for the spare controller on his bedside table.

"We can game your sickness away."

You were certain it was scientifically impossible to get better when sick by gaming, but you couldn't help but sink further into Kenma's lap and accept the controller he held out to you.

Sure, being sick sucked. But it was made just a little bit better with Kenma by your side.

Kageyama Tobio

He was pouting.

Somehow, you were the sick one but Kageyama was the one pouting as he sat on his side of the bed with his arms crossed and feet knocking against each other.

"Tobio."

Usually, he wouldn't have turned towards you when angry, especially not when you used that tone you knew would make him give up the fight, but the sound of your croaky voice followed by a small sniffle due to your cold had Kageyama doing a complete 180 to see if you were okay.

"What's wrong?"

"I should be asking you that."

Kageyama turned to look at your bed, probably considering not saying anything, but then the moment passed and you heard him reply in the softest of voices.

"You refuse to kiss me."

If you weren't so sick you probably would have automatically gravitated towards him and placed a hundred kisses on his lips. But you were.

And as much as Kageyama denied it, he was the type of person to get sick easily, something neither of you would want right before his big game.

So even all you wanted to do was make it up to him, you couldn't help but settle for a compromise and pull him to the centre of the bed to cuddle instead.

"You can kiss me when I'm better."

He would probably never admit it, but Kageyama was the clingy kind in relationships. And you loved him for it because that meant he wasn't willing to leave your bedroom even if he could get sick with you.

Putting him at risk wasn't exactly ideal, but considering how stubborn your boyfriend was, no simply wasn't an option much less an answer.

Miya Atsumu

"Thank you Atsumu."

The blond in question grinned at your words, once again returning to his spot on the couch behind you while he set the hot bowl of soup in your hands.

"Drink up, you'll feel better."

You had never really taken Atsumu for the kind to take care of others, but as you felt him hug you from behind and rest his head on your shoulder you couldn't help but feel happy that you chose to be with him.

Yet the guilt still remained.

The guilt of showing up on his door and having him stay home from practice just because you were feverish. The guilt of forcing him to take care of you with no regard to what he had been doing.

It was a guilt that ate you up, one that you couldn't possibly escape even as you tried to stop yourself from tearing up.

"Whoa, hey- babe what-"

Atsumu was quick to take the bowl from your hands and set it on the coffee table, making you turn in his arms to face him.

The small frown on his face only worsened your distress, making yet another tear slip, one that Atsumu was quick to wipe away followed by a kiss to your cheek.

"Was the soup that bad?"

"No. I am, for keeping you away."

All his worry seemed to evaporate as your words registered, being replaced with amusement instead.

"I'm your boyfriend, I'm supposed to be there for you. Now finish your soup so I can take you to bed."

You didn't say it then, but as you watched Atsumu pick up the bowl and this time be the one to take the spoon up to your lips you couldn't help but feel like you had just fallen in love with him.

Because Atsumu Miya was yours.

Sugawara Koushi

"It tastes bad."

"Well, you wouldn't have to drink it if you didn't go dance in the rain."

Sugawara's words might have been harsh, but he relented nonetheless, placing the syrup bottle on the bedside table to instead pointedly stare at you.

"But you went with me."

He scoffed: a sound that you would have usually been offended by if you didn't know your boyfriend well enough to know he was being lighthearted.

"But I actually know how to take care of myself."

Sugawara could pretend to be standoffish all he wanted, but the way he reached for you and pulled you into his lap made it clear he was just worried.

"So mean."

He hummed against your head, placing a soft kiss on your hair before speaking again.

"So stupid."

An offended gasp left your lips at the word, forcing you to pull away from his warmth to instead stare daggers into his twinkling brown eyes.

However, he cut you off before you could so much as open your mouth to retaliate.

"My stupid."

You didn't know whether to be offended or happy, but the confusion was quickly replaced with the desperate need to get away the second you heard his next words.

"Now, drink up."

Akaashi Keiji

"Akaaashiiii."

The whine was followed by a small thud as you sat up in bed and clung to the back of your boyfriend, who had decided to get up to replace the cold compress on your head.

"You're starting to remind me of Bokuto."

"In a good way or bad way?"

A small smile formed on your face as you slotted yourself between his arms while he placed his chin on your head to try and see past you.

"Babe, I love you, but if you sound like him again, I'm going to kick his ass on the court."

This time you actually did show your amusement with a soft chuckle, one that made him mirror your smile as he returned the compress to your head.

"It's not like you don't do that anyway. Plus-"

You began to play with the hem of his shirt, an action you usually did when you were nervous. This time, however, it was to play with his mind.

"Bokuto's cute when he gets all sun-shiny."

"Remind me again who you're dating?"

Yet another laugh left you as you leaned into him at the words feeling Akaashi relax as you slung your arms around his chest. However, those feelings were short-lived and replaced with annoyance the second you spoke.

"The grumpy dad."

"That's it, no more hanging out with sunshine boy."