#let them both be so brilliant and yet so dumb

[noxcheshire]

I just think

It’d be really neat if Danny looked more like Martha Wayne than Thomas Wayne.

LIKE

I love the Danny Fenton looks like Thomas Wayne or Danny Fenton is Thomas Wayne reincarnated — but the BEAUTY of Martha??

Of Alfred interacting for under five minutes with Danny, dabbing his eyes and going, “That is indeed Martha,” I WANT IT. I want Martha who was spunky and sassy and wanted to do good for her town the same way Danny wants to do good for Amity Park.

I want Martha who loved to take Bruce and the family out to star gaze because her baby had never seen the stars before, and the way his eyes light up like a mini galaxy takes her breathe away the same way that Danny feels when he turns his head up to the sky yearning for something he knew loved but doesn’t know what.

I want Martha who would literally find trouble in a paper bag because she can’t help her curiosity the same way Danny can’t help tripping over his own ghostly tail and making a mess of things before he figures things out.

I want Martha who would fight men who thought they held power, going absolutely feral from stress the same way Danny does when he’s tired of not being able to do his homework or pick up a vacuum against the wall to clean because ghosts.

I want Martha who loved the pearl necklace that Bruce had picked out for her birthday, and Danny reaches towards his neck and startles when his fingers only touch skin when he is certain there was something supposed to be there. I want Danny whose eyes linger on whites and pearls when he passes by open window stores in the mall, fingers itching to flick a nail against the smooth surfaces.

I want Martha who died bleeding underneath the hand of a gun, hoping to everything above that her boy would be safe, and Danny whose body burns at merely looking at the makeshift guns his parents create in the lab, his heart pounding desperately with a yearning to save there was someone she wanted to save the ghosts.

[badaspebble]

The Way You Dance

Bada Lee x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ themes, dom!Bada, needy Bada, dry humping, grinding, hair pulling, biting, dirty talk, degrading, praise, teasing, public sex?, almost getting caught

MDNI

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You had the brilliant idea to tease Bada, knowing how worked up she gets. The outfit you wore with purpose caught her attention almost immediately. Bada looked at you confused as you walked into the dance studio, not understanding why you would wear something so revealing when you were likely going to do some…more than suggestive moves for the choreo.

Smirking, you looked at her perplexed expression as you took your bag off and placed it on the bench.

“Ready for today?” You asked, pretending you didn’t notice Bada looking at your exposed legs.

Bada licked her plump lips, her adams apple moving as she swallowed harshly. “Let’s do it…” She trailed off.

You started the music up, playing SWV by Summer Walker. Bada started doing little jumps to warm up, as you looked down and giggled, hoping this would go the way you wanted.

As soon as both of you heard her voice, you started dancing, hitting the moves smoothly but with energy to make them pop.

Dancing individually was hard on you, as you wanted to hurry up and enact your plan. You could tell that Bada was getting worked up already, even though you haven’t done any part of your plan yet.

When Noah joined in after Summer, that’s when you both started dancing together. Bada’s hands grabbed your waist, her long fingers digging into your skin. You smiled as Bada put her mouth right next to your ear, letting you know how heavy she’s breathing.

Bada was borderline panting as you continued to dance, her hot breath hitting the inside of your ear as she makes your hips grind into her own. Her eyes locking onto yours through the mirror, realizing how flushed you both are.

You grind your hips back into her continuously, as you move your arms to the beat. After a particular beat, your right hand lands in her hair. You bite your bottom lip as you dig your hand into it and tug.

Bada whines shamelessly as she digs her mouth into your neck, not yet kissing as she prefers to rub her lips against you instead. Her breathing gets heavier and her teeth start grazing your pulse point.

You start breathing heavier too, spinning out of her arms and starting to dance individually again. You can hear Bada whine and complain as she watched you dance. You giggled and looked at Bada teasingly as you both start doing moves on the floor. Bada stares at you as you spread your legs teasingly, before arching your back.

Bada’s eyes lit up as the song ends. She rushes towards your phone and makes sure some other songs are played, ones that you haven’t choreographed yet.

Bada walks up to you fast, smirking as she brings her hands around your waist before spinning you around so you’re both facing the mirror.

“Do you think I wouldn’t know what you’re doing? Hm?” Bada rushes out against your neck, biting it and leaving marks.

“You’re so fucking naive…thinking you can tease me without consequences.” She whispers against your now bruised neck, trailing her puffy lips upwards until she’s talking into the shell of your ear.

You only smile, thinking of something bratty to say back. “Maybe you’re the naive one? Maybe I wanted this to happen..” You say as you bite your bottom lip, bringing your hands to grab at both her wrists as her nails dig into you painfully.

Bada inhales harshly, dragging you closer to her. She drags one hand to your head, pulling your hair until she gets more access to your neck. “You’re such a fucking whore, you know that baby? You get all bratty when my fingers aren’t inside of you.” Bada says in between her kisses on your jawline. The hand that was holding your hair makes it’s way to your chin, holding it.

“Keep looking at the mirror, okay baby? Since you can’t do anything else with that dumb little head of yours, I wanna make you see yourself become my little slut again.”

You gulp at her words and her grip, loving the feeling of her hands all over you, no matter how rough they are.

Bada grabs your cunt through your skirt, not even lifting it up. She puts her leg in between yours from behind before pushing you onto it. Her other hand still grips your chin as to make sure you don’t look away.

You hold back a subtle whine as her hand is still pressing into your cunt while she makes you grind on her leg.

Bada licks her lips as she starts nibbling on your lobe. “Let me hear you, pretty thing. Wanna hear how good I make you feel.” Bada basically whines out, desperate to hear you.

You still bite your lip to mask your sounds, not wanting anybody to see you in this state. Bada is the opposite, as she loves the adrenaline of almost being caught. With that idea in mind, Bada’s hand leaves your chin and instead slithers up your crop top, playing with your nipples through your bra.

“B-bada….please baby! ‘S too much…” You manage to whine out as she makes you grind onto her leg harder. You looked at yourself through the mirror, seeing the trail of wetness on Bada’s sweats. It makes you moan shamelessly through your closed lips, secretly loving how close you are already.

“You can take it baby. You were the one walking around like this, weren’t you? You wanted me to ruin you, hm? Look at the mess you’re leaving on me, slut.” Bada says harshly into your ear. Her own voice husky with lust. She audibly gulps as she looks at you in the mirror, looking so lost as she pinches your nipple.

“All mine…you’re all mine to fuck. God, I love it when you’re my little whore” Bada mumbles out, borderline whining. She starts biting everywhere she can see skin, your ear, your jaw, your neck, even your shoulder.

Your eyes turn glossy feeling your lower stomach get hot, as well as your cunt. The pressure becoming too much to ignore. It doesn’t help that you can feel her subtle moans and whines as she bites into you, leaving you with marks.

“Bada-“ You moan out, realizing you’re close. “Baby slow down—“ You whine loudly, the squelching of your cunt as it grinds onto her covered thigh, paired with your whines echoing in the empty studio made you both breathless. You then blink your eyes rapidly as you see Bada through the mirror, biting her lip so hard it starts to bleed. Her eyes are just as glossy as yours while she gasps and swallows harshly.

“I fucking love seeing you like this. Makes me feel so good baby, your sounds are so pretty. Do you make these noises for anybody else? Hm? No? You belong to me, baby? My personal little slut.” Bada moans and stutters into your ear as she pinches your other nipple, twisting it and making sure it hurts. You moan at the stinging sensation, getting closer to the edge.

“Answer me, whore. You gonna cum already, huh? I haven’t even touched your little clit yet..” Bada pouts, pretending to be saddened by the fact. She smirks into your neck as you still don’t answer her, mumbling incoherently. Bada suddenly perks up as she starts hearing footsteps. She bites her lip and holds in a giggle as she makes you grind faster. The sound your cunt makes against her sweats is loud and wet, making sure everybody knows how needy you are for her.

“B-bada…need to-“ You interrupt yourself with a loud moan, not yet hearing footsteps. “Please… ‘m gonna come—“ You whine out as you slump against her, and squeezing your eyes shut.

“Need you to come for me so bad, pretty girl.” Bada lowers the both of you to the ground before making you sit on her thigh. She makes you open your legs wide as she starts to rub you through your panties. “Wish I could tease you but we don’t have time for that.” Bada whines as she hears the footsteps again, this time closer. “Please baby, need you to make a mess on me, okay?” She rubs you faster, focusing on your clit as you still manage to make a mess on her fingers, even through your panties.

“O-oh fuck….fuck fuck fuck Bada— gonna come..please” You whine out, finding the energy to grind on her fingers a little. The pressure in your lower stomach becomes too much, the band holding you back suddenly snapping as your eyes open wide, locking with hers in the mirror. Bada suddenly puts a couple of her fingers in your mouth as you scream out. Your eyes water as you gag on some her fingers and cum on the rest from her other hand. Bada moans with you, eyes rolling back as she nuzzles into your neck.

Once you both calm down, Bada chuckles as she removes her fingers from your mouth, pushing your hair out of the way. She notices you're still too dazed to focus on the footsteps, so she removes her other hand from your cunt and takes off her jacket. She props you up against the mirror and wraps her jacket around you, wiping her hands on a nearby towel before rushing towards the door.

Just as Bada made it to the door, the person knocked. Bada fixed herself before opening the door. “Hey Tatter! Did you need something?” Bada said, smirking as Tatter talks about something, oblivious to the trail on Bada’s sweats, or the heated up room. Bada swallows as her own cunt remains sticky with her wetness, not wanting to risk her pride by telling you she came from just your sounds.

[alle-ni]

My thoughts about goodomensverse (I'm clinically insane) (my personal opinion) (long post)

Book Crowley:

- absolute disaster

- lonely boy

- grumpiest

- he's so in love with Aziraphale but didn't even realised yet

- a bit dumb sometimes ngl

- very tired

- he's trying so hard save earth and everything he knows but everytime he tries to explain why it's always AZIRAPHALE

- sometimes he's like... your old gay uncle, the old gay uncle of the family except it's a 6000 years old gender fluid demon

- HISS LIKE A SNAKE GANG

- got called dear once and them died (figuratively)

Radio Crowley:

- flirty

- "Humm have you ever seen me in a dress~~??"

- he's like flirting with Aziraphale 24/7

- 0 patience this man is a BOMB

- if Aziraphale ever EVER got slightly flirty with him back he will EXPLODE

- smartest of them all, he's very intelligent

- HISS LIKE A SSSSSNAKE GANG

- he's so in love with Aziraphale and it makes him SO FRUSTRATED

- his Aziraphale is the hardest one to reach, maybe this is why he's so deliberately obvious and direct with him (he's resilient, he will never give up)

- he's like a tsudere teenager collegial except he's a 6000 years old demon with serious issues

- not called dear yet poor soul </3

TV Crowley:

- SILLY

- he's the dumbest of them all, sorry 😭

- red hair

- he's so in love with Aziraphale and everyone notice it's SO OBVIOUS

- he's the most affected by The Bookshop Burning ™ event

- the only one who got to kiss the angel, good for him ig, or sorry, idk

- anxiety bomb he literally (literally) EXPLODE

- strongest soldier bc his Aziraphale is IMPOSSIBLE

- got dumped 2 times more than the others someone pls help him

- the most brave tho

- doesn't hiss a lot :/ free him from this madness let him hiss

- he's like a puppy with giant yellow eyes except it's a 6000 years old snake demon that lies all the time

- protective as hell this man wouldn't let anyone near Aziraphale if possible

- got called dear but at what cost??????????????

Book Aziraphale:

- Anxious all the time, religious trauma except the god is your father and he left you and never talk to you again and the guard angels are your siblings and they want you do be dead

- He's so soft he wants so bad to comfort Crowley but he's really hard to reach

- his Crowley is the most difficult of all of them, he needs to circle him a lot to get in touch

- this man got called names so often I don't think he even cares anymore

- he's very nerdy

- he's the calmest of them all

- really chill

- everyone is so mean to him for no reason

- he has 1 braincell tbh and it's really bad bc his Crowley is not that brilliant too they're both stupid sometimes

- he really REALLY wants to be with Crowley and Crowley only, he sounds almost obligated to be with heaven

- he is really kind to others even when they don't deserve

- he called Crowley dear once and then implode

Radio Aziraphale:

- full of himself

- bastard

- the most closed and oblivious of them all

- he tries to play cool with Crowley all the time (he's slowly getting insane and someday he will jump on this man)

- he's the most self sufficient one he barely holds on Crowley to anything and they're pretty independent

- Crowley can say shit like "Miss me angel~~??" and he would keep a bored face and not react at all (he screamed with the walls 4 hours later)

- he's also a tsudere collegial but he at least try to look cool and composed in public

- he's the Aziraphale that most believes in heaven, he's sure they are good and selfless and the right side

- he's not so brilliant tbh but he got a lot of spirit

- the most active Aziraphale ?? He really put his hand in the dirt and do the things alone

- the most angry and bad tempered of them all, bro scream "WE ARE CLOSED LOOK AT THE DAMN SIGN" when ppl barely touch the bookshop door

- he has a lot of patience with Crowley, not deserved tbh bc he thinks it's his personal job to get in Aziraphale's nerves

- overall he is polite

- he's really proud of their "arrangement" there not only one chance he let go without saying that

- he likes to provoke Crowley sometimes too but not as much as the other way around

- if he ever call Crowley dear he will explode

TV Aziraphale:

- bitchiest

- this man need to be sedated what the fuck Aziraphale

- most nuts of then all he's CRAZY

- he's the most up to do shit with Crowley they're insane together

- he doesn't let Crowley rest he is flirting and being cute and hitting on Crowley all the time

- he's so obviously in love with Crowley its embarrassing

- he's the fruitiest he's the entire salad

- the most... indulgent, if I can say, of them all

- more like an employer of heaven, different of book Aziraphale

- he's the only one with almost white hair

- he got kissed but at what cost

- he's the most intelligent of all of them how can he be this dumb

- he loves little things about earth and humans and life and he seems to be the Aziraphale that most love EARTH itself, like, the life, the humans, the food, the little pleasures we have, the little time of happiness we have between all the shit that is happening... he really loves humans <3

- he's conflicted about heaven, he seems to know that there's something WRONG with how heaven works but still doesn't understand what exactly it is

- "oh but saving me makes him soooo happyyyy~~~"

- overall kind and sweet, in a excited way

[halloweenismyfav]

: ̗̀➛ I'm proud to say that I'm a part of the TWST collab ("who does the prefect like?") hosted by @dulcesiabits!!! I hope that you all enjoy this╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯💖💖

—❥ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ɪ ғᴀɴᴄʏ ʏᴏᴜ

warnings: none

genre: romance, fluff, (attempted) comedy

pairing: riddle rosehearts x gn!reader (+ platonic first years hehe)

word count: 884

extra notes: the reader is the ramshackle prefect!

♪ london boy – taylor swift

—♡ “Do you know why we called you here for this meeting, (Y/N)?”

“Uhh. . .This is my dorm, y’know, you’re the ones who asked to come over–”

“That’s besides the point!”

“The point is. . .”

“We know you’re dating Riddle.” ♡—

『••♡••』

So, you’re probably wondering how this all started. Well then. . .Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

— ʚ The Study ‘Dates’ ɞ

It all started with a small study date. It wasn’t even a date at the time, it was just Riddle helping you study for a test (as repayment for helping him round up some loose hedgehogs a few days prior).

The other first years didn’t really think anything of it at the time but they didn’t expect the study ‘dates’ to keep happening. It even got to the point where you were cancelling plans with them just because of these study sessions with Riddle. But hey, maybe it was just you wanting to get good grades for you and Grim, right?

— ʚ Your Phone ɞ

Usually when you hung out with the first years, you would only use your phone to show them something funny or to use Google to prove someone (typically Ace) wrong about something.

But now something felt. . .off. You were looking at your phone a lot more often than normal and were even giggling at whatever was on your screen.

You’ve never giggled at your phone.

What was even weirder is that you would lay your phone faced down so no one could read your messages. People usually only did that when they were hiding something. That's when Ace came up with a quote-unquote ‘brilliant’ plan. (Spoiler alert: it backfired.)

— ʚ The Stupid Brilliant Plan ɞ

When Ace suggested following you and Riddle around to see what you both did, Sebek and Deuce were yelling about how it was an invasion of privacy but Epel didn’t seem to mind the idea. Jack didn’t even react other than slapping the palm of his hand onto his forehead at the stupid plan that Ace concocted.

Needless to say, the dumb idea was put into motion.

The group put on disguises they deemed as acceptable before following you to the library. So far the study session was normal. Just Riddle going through the subject and making sure you understood everything he was saying. Sure, there were a few moments where his knee brushed yours and he got a bit too close for the first years’ comfort, but nothing that could make them 100% sure whether you were dating Riddle or not.

They watched as you both put your textbooks into your bags and that's when they saw it. . .Your lips pressed against Riddle's in a simple yet sweet kiss. His hand interlocked with yours for a second, giving it a light squeeze before letting go. A smile that neither Ace or Deuce have ever seen graced Riddle's face—a smile that was full of love and a bit of shyness.

“My rose, what did I say about PDA?” The dorm head seemed anything but annoyed despite what his question may have implied. That smile never leaving, instead it simply grew when your hand reached for his yet again. “I know, sorry! I just couldn’t help it. Plus it’s not like anyone is around~♪”

BLEGH. That was the only thought running through the first years’ minds (minus Jack, he was just glad that you’re happy in all honesty). Ace and Deuce couldn’t believe their eyes. Their dorm head was secretly a softy but for their FRIEND? The two thought they were going to faint on the spot.

Before they threw up their lunch, they quickly ran back to Ramshackle.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

“RIDDLE? FOR REAL?!”

“THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!”

“WHY WOULD THE HUMAN KEEP THIS FROM US IF THEY TRULY RESPECT US?!”

After your friends finished their mini breakdown, that’s when they decided it was time for an interrogation.

『••♡••』

So, back to present time!

You sat on the dusty couch while the boys’ all stood in front of you. “So, what do you have to say?”

“Well, first of all, I don’t like that you decided to spy on me. Second of all, if you were really my friends. . . Wouldn’t you just wait for me to say something when I was ready?”

Well that certainly wasn’t what they expected to hear. Suddenly they felt something akin to guilt.

“I was actually going to tell you soon since Riddle seems like he wants to take this relationship seriously but guess I don’t need to do that now.” You couldn’t help but sigh before standing up and flicking Ace’s forehead. “Ow! You–. . .Y’know what, I deserved that.” He couldn’t even argue with you on that one.

“Nonetheless, you guys are my friends, so as long as you are happy for me in the end then it’s fine,” you spread out your arms, “Group hug?” That crooked yet loveable smile was hard to say no to. No matter how much they tried to act like that didn’t like the hug, you knew that they didn’t actually mind it one bit.

“I just have one condition if you're dating Riddle.”

“That being?”

“If I ever catch the two of you being all sappy or lovey-dovey then I won’t be able to talk to you for the rest of that week.”

“Oh shut it, Ace!”

Hope this was enjoyable cause my writer's block is still being a pain (╥﹏╥)💖💖💖 — 💘 Hallow 💘

[grazeroveralls]

It’s Been a While

Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Summary - Kelsey is a single mom who has been seeing Bradley for a few months now. It’s been years since she’s been with someone, and after a few months of dating Bradley, they finally have a special (much needed) time together.

warnings - 18+ minors dni, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, mentions of body appearance (stretchmarks, mom belly), anything else PLEASE let me know!

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It had been years since she was touched like this. Years since she had been touched period. Being a single mom who’s sole purpose was working and taking care of her daughter, she didn’t have much time for anything else - much less dating.

That’s why she was hesitant to respond to her cousin, Natasha’s text message a few months back, claiming she had the perfect bachelor for her. One who was dedicated to work, and if it didn’t work out, often got shipped off for months at a time. She had pushed off her cousin’s persistence to “get back out there” for years after the bad split with her daughter’s father, but it was near impossible to ignore the urge when Nat was sending pictures of said bachelor every single day since they had been stationed back at Top Gun together.

She couldn’t deny how good he looked, even with the dumb pornstache and his goofy grin. She especially couldn’t deny it when Nat sent pictures of them all at the beach one day, slick with sweat and defined muscles. The Navy had done him good, and she couldn’t help her mind from sinking into the loop of just how good his large hands would feel on her body later that night.

If you told her three years ago that she would be where she is now, pushed against the back of her front door with those very hands on her, she would laugh in your face. If you told her three months ago she would be moaning into the very mouth of Bradley Bradshaw.. that she might have believed.

She missed being with someone. She missed that companionship, that intimacy. Natasha had nearly fell out of her chair in the middle of a class when she had text back and finally agreed to at least meet the guy. Natasha was ecstatic, all but knocking Bradley down after class to tell him her cousin wanted to meet. She may or may not have been putting the idea into Bradley’s head for a few weeks longer than she had been bugging her cousin. Sure Bradley had been with his fair share of women, but once his promotion came through, he spent all the time at Top Gun that he could, learning and soaking up any and every new thing he could learn. He didn’t have time to date anymore, not even long enough for a sleazy lay. It had been a while though, and he was in desperate need of it. Thus Natasha’s brilliant idea to hook up two people she held dear to her heart.

She would never set out to hurt either one of them, not intentionally. She knew they would take care of each other no matter which way anything went with them. They were both kind spirited, heart of gold. Both raised mostly the same, surrounded by love and respect. Who better for each other than Bradley Bradshaw and Kelsey Trace.

Bradley and Kelsey had been seeing each other for three months now. Three months of constant texting between work, three months of sweet kisses and soft whispers. Bradley was slow with her, not wanting to spook her away too soon or put off the wrong impression. He knew late nights didn’t get to happen much between her work and his work and her having a kindergartener - that she had yet to let him meet, but he didn’t push her.

He knew the pain his mom went through when they lost his dad, he couldn’t begin to imagine the pain that Kelsey felt with her ex being alive but no distant from his child it was as if he had died altogether.

He didn’t expect to fall for her like he did, so far, so fast. It all just happened, for the both of them. Things just clicked and suddenly felt right once the two had went out that first night. Nothing was the same since. And neither would change that for anything, not now, not ever.

Bradley pushes his body flush against hers, knocking her smaller frame into the wood door of her house. Hands holding her face tilted up towards him to deepen the kiss more while he hands fisted the material of his black fleece shirt. They had made out plenty, but never this heated, never in her empty house. Hell, he had never even been in her house yet. She kept her home-life shut off from him for now, until she completely could trust he wouldn’t end up hurting her or her daughter.

Tonight, was different. He had walked her to the door just like every time they went out, pressed a soft kiss to her lips, promising to let her know when he got home. Usually that was the end. Tonight, however, Kelsey had been the one to kiss him first, waltzing in her house, leaving the door wide open without a word. She hadn’t made it off the large rug on the inside of the door mantel before he was grabbing her arm and pushing her against the door, lips attacking her in such a desire she thought she would melt right through the floorboards.

She all but mewls when his hand gropes her breast, the light squeeze sending her head back against the wall.

Bradley chuckles lightly, moving to kiss along her jawline, nipping at the soft skin wherever he felt needed it. “Look at you, you’re so touch deprived.”

A gasp falls from her parted lips, feeling his hips buck against hers, earning a groan from him. He was right, she was entirely touch deprived. The first few years after her break up she opted to a vibrator and if needed, a dildo. But nothing really satisfied her, nothing like she truly needed. So instead she stopped altogether, brushing away any sexual tendencies that came over her.

“Bradley,” it comes out as whine, his teeth sinking into the skin where her neck and shoulder met. Her fingernails scrape against his scalp, tugging his brown locks as he sucks and licks at the mark he just made.

Yeah they were thirty and he just gave her a hickey, sue him. He wanted everyone to see that she was someone’s - that she was his.

“Bradley,” she tries again, heaving out a breath as hands roam around her chest, down on her ribs.

“What is it, honey? Is this okay?” his trails sloppy open mouthed kisses back to her mouth, pulling away from her to look at her face. He didn’t want to go too fast, he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

Her head nods, eyes fluttering open to hazily look at him. “The bedroom,” she breathes out, snaking her shaky hands under the hem of his shirt. “The bedroom in down the hall on the left.”

Then she’s pushing up on her toes, reconnecting their lips as her tails drag along the skin of his lower back. He groans, moving his hands to her ass, giving it a good squeeze.

She can feel the thin material of her underwear clinging to her, a weird feeling she had never felt before. Being this wet for someone but just a little touching. But Bradley wasn’t just someone to her. He hadn’t been for a while now.

Fingers sneak down, curling under the curve of her ass barely brushing her denim covered core. She moves her arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to her, to her height. Bradley slides his hands the rest of the way down, easily picking her up by the back of her thighs. He maneuvers through the room and down the hall, seeking her bedroom, huffing out moans from her kissing and licking over his scarred neck.

It takes seconds for his long strides to bring him to the place they both wanted to be. Kicking his shoes off as fast as he can, he trips, barely catching their bodies on the edge of the bed as the room fills with her heavenly giggles.

“Slow down there, hotrod.” she grins, sinking teeth into her bottom lip, clinging to his larger built like a monkey as he crawls them both up to the pillows.

“You want slow, sweetheart?” his breath fans against her throat, moving his lower half swiftly against her in the slowest grind he can muster.

“Bradley,” she gasps, feeling his hardening dick through both of their jeans.

Much to her dismay, he leans back on his knees, discarding his shirt. Kelsey moans at the sight of his muscles rippling as he moves, his dog tags falling perfectly between his pecs. She reaches out, wrapping her fingers in the chain and pulling him back down to her. Their lips fight against each other, savoring the taste of the different dessert they had just moments prior at a restaurant.

His fingers dig into her love handles, hard enough she’s sure there will be bruises tomorrow, but the pressure is anything but painful. She digs the heels of her shoes into the mattress, bucking her hips against his. Bradley groans, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth.

“Shirt.”

Cold fingers dance up her sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind them. She shivers under his touch helping him rid her body of the blouse. His eyes scan over every inch of her now exposed skin, taking in the beauty in front of him.

If only she had the same outlook as him. Until now, with his eyes roaming all over her, she had forgotten about her appearance and the hold it had on her. She never went back to the weight she was before getting pregnant, still sported the small “mom” pouch and stretch marks along her waistline. And here Bradley was, tan, lean, and fit. She wanted to cry.

“Kels?” he notices the shift in the atmosphere as quickly as it came, always hyperaware of how others were feeling.

“Can we turn the light off?” she doesn’t look at him, instead she finds purchase on a random seam that had come loose on the comforter. She can’t look at him.

“Kels, are you okay?”

Fingers grasp her chin, making her look at him. His face is soft, concerned, not knowing what caused the tears to glisten her eyes.

She nods, pleading with her eyes. “Can we please just turn the lights off?”

He almost agrees, he would agree to anything if it meant she would smile again. But then he notices. He notices her arm is now across her stomach, fingers digging into her side. “Honey,” he breathes out, running his calloused thumb along her cheekbone. “You are beautiful and you are perfect.”

Fingers dig deeper into her skin when she feels his free hand wrap around her wrist. It’s no use in fighting against him, they both knew he was stronger than her. His eyes travel to her stomach, long fingers outlining a few of the pink stretchmarks etched in her skin.

“It’s disgusting.” her voice is barely above a whisper, eyes trained to his moving fingers not daring to look at him.

“No.” It comes out more stern than he meant it too, but he would be damned before he let her talk about herself like that. “These - these tiger stripes, are the result of you doing the most selfless act. You carried a child within you, you gave a child your own body to house, to hold, to protect while they grew.”

He leans down, pressing his lips over and over along her marked skin. “Don’t ever talk down about yourself, honey. You are beautiful.”

Her fingers run through his brown curls, down to cup his cheek. She pulls his face back up to her, smiling sweetly. “Thank you, Bradley.”

He presses their lips together, resting his forehead against her. “Besides, do you really think my dick would be this hard if you were ‘disgusting’?”

She giggles, throwing her head back in laughter giving Bradley the perfect opportunity to kiss her exposed neck. Hungry lips saunter against her neck, throaty moans vibrating against his work. He kisses across her clavicle, down her chest and along the material of her black bra. Dark eyes find hers, hooking a finger under the middle, begging for the go ahead. She nods softly, hissing out at the sudden temperature change that hits her perk nipples.

Bradley groans, wasting no time in popping the bud in his mouth, gently massaging the other one. Her back arches and she swears she could come undone at the small act alone. It had been so, so long.

“Feels so good,” she mutters out, tugging at his soft curls when teeth graze her nipples.

He pulls off with a pop, moving to give the same attention to her other nipple. Her eyes roll, hips pushing against his crotch, pulling him up back up to his lips by his hair.

They kiss again, tongue fighting tongue, teeth clinking against each other. His fingers go to her pants, popping the button open and dragging the zipper down.

“Wanna feel you, honey.” he pants out against her lips, earning a moan from her.

His hand dips in her pants and underwear, letting out his own groan. “So wet for me already, baby.” Lips crash to hers, a long finger slipping in her wet core. She lets out a low mewl, gasping at the foreign sensation.

“Fuck,” she throws her head back, soaking in the slow rhythm of his finger, bringing her hips down to meet his hand.

“Hang on, baby.” he pecks her lips once more, sitting back on his knees to rid her of the rest of her clothes. He parts her legs, using his own thighs to hold her open. Fingers run up her slit, coating in her wetness, slipping two fingers in this time.

“Oh my God,” she moans out, lips parting in a small ‘o’ as he pumps in and out of her, knuckles hitting her sensitive clit.

“Fuck, you look so good.” his lips are back on hers, swallowing every moan and pant that falls from her mouth, moving his thumb in sharp circles on her clit.

“Bra-bradley,” she pants out, head falling back against the soft pillow, the tingling in her stomach growing.

“I got you, honey.” he crooks his fingers, hitting a new spot that makes her eyes squeeze shut, the first orgasm over taking her body. “Did so good, baby. So, soon.” Bradley presses kisses around her face, slowing his fingers to help ride out her high. “Been a while, huh?”

She nods softly, swallowing dryly, rocking her hips to meet his hands a few times before she shudders. He takes that as his cue, retreating his hand and absentmindedly wiping them on his pants. He pushes blonde locks off her sweaty forehead, kissing the tip of her nose. Her eyes flutter open, looking at him in a drunken haze.

“Bradley?”

“Hm.”

“I want you to make love to me.”

He stands from the bed, slipping off his pants and underwear, finally freeing his aching cock. It slaps against his stomach, long and veiny. She moans at the sight alone, taking in the pure sculpture in front of her.

His makes his way back to the bed, crawling between her still open legs, using his thighs to spread her farther. He sits on his knees, rubbing the heavy head up and down her still soaking core. She wiggles at the action, anticipation consuming her.

“I didn’t bring a condom.”

“I don’t care.” she sits up long enough to grab his face, pulling him back down on the bed with her. He slips his tongue in her mouth, reaching between them to line his cock up to her hole.

Pushing in slow, their moans mix together like a melody being perfected. It burns, the sudden stretch after years, but she loves the feeling, being so full of him.

“Doing so good, honey.” he encourages her, kissing away the tears at the corner of her eyes. “Taking me so well.”

“‘s been a while.” her body wiggles under his, stretching and pulsing around him.

“I know, baby.” he kisses her again. “Are you good for me to move?”

“Yeah.”

He bottoms out, pulling out painfully slow, taking his time with the rhythm. “So tight, so good.” his head falls against her shoulder, grunting out. Legs wrap around his waist, heels digging in the dimples of his back, pulling him closer. He picks up the speed, loving the sound of her sharp gasp under him. “Fuck.”

Sitting up, he hooks a hand under one of her thighs, pushing the leg back to go deeper, to hit a deeper spot.

“Fuck, Bradley.” she shrieks, nails digging into his biceps, his free hand digging into her hip bones pushing her down into the mattress.

“Feel so good, baby. Taking my dick so good.”

The headboard beats against the peach colored walls, falling in sync with each time their hips slap together.

“Bradley, fuck, I’m gonna cum again.” she whines under him, tears gathering in her eyes as the second orgasm builds even quicker.

“Come on, honey. Let go, I’m here, I’m right behind you.”

She looks in his eyes, seeing the trust, seeing the care, seeing the love. And she lets go, the second climax overtaking her body in a heap, leaving her shaking.

Bradley is right behind her, walls clenching around his dick, filling her completely before he even has time to think about pulling out. He’s panting against her clammy skin, nails releasing their death grip from his arms, leaving bloody crescents in their make. The sting doesn’t even effect him, all he can think about is how hot her mark on him looks, how perfect she looked coming apart under him. Fuck, he could go again if she wanted.

Then he pulls out, reality crashing around him as his cum strings them together. “I’m so sorry, Kels. I couldn’t stop.”

Her chest is still heaving up and down but she shakes her head lightly. “No, no it’s okay.” she breathes out, eyes dancing over his face. “I’m on the pill.”

He nods, collapsing on the bed beside her, neither caring about the mess on their lower halves.

“Nat is keeping Emma for the night. If you want to stay.” she speaks softly beside him, cuddling his chest after he pats the spot for her.

He wraps his arms around her, rubbing his fingers along her bare side. “I’d love to stay.”

[randoimago]

Peaceful Moments

Fandom: Critical Role

Character(s): Caleb Widogast

Type of Request: Oneshot

Note(s): Hi I'm so dumb. I had the specific prompt I was supposed to write for Caleb in the damn draft I was using, but I just kept writing as new ideas came to mind and completely forgot about the prompt.

So here's just a random Caleb Widogast oneshot I wrote and I'll work on the actual request I got 😔

The world was vast and treacherous, filled with peril and the unknown. Yet, amidst the chaos, you found solace in the companionship of the Mighty Nein. And at the heart of it all was Caleb Widogast, the brilliant and enigmatic wizard whose presence had become an anchor in your life.

You and Caleb had been through countless battles together, shared victories and defeats, and witnessed each other's growth. When learning of each other's secrets and dark pasts, understanding and acceptance was shared. But as your journey continued, you couldn't ignore the growing feelings that tugged at your heart whenever Caleb was nearby.

It was a tranquil night in the tower. The various cats were cleaning up from the meal, the others had retreated to their rooms already (Fjord being tended to by Jester since his allergies started acting up). It was just you and Caleb in the room, him sitting in a chair reading a book and you trying to act like you weren't sneaking glances his way.

He just looked so peaceful as he read. Now and then he's read a line or quote out loud, as if wanting to further memorize it. You didn't notice how long he held your gaze until his eyes met yours.

"Are you tired?" He asked you, gentleness and softness in his tone. You shake your head and give a smile.

"No, just... lost in thought."

"And those thoughts involve staring at me?" You weren't prepared for the teasing in his voice. Embarrassment filled you at being caught and you give him nervous laughter as you think of an excuse, only for him to speak again, "My apologies for embarrassing you, I didn't mean to."

"No, it's alright... You did catch me staring," you tell him and bite the inside of your mouth in thought. "You just looked... so peaceful. I couldn't help watching you," you admit, feeling your heartbeat faster at your words.

Caleb gave a bit of a surprise look as pink tinted his face. A gentle smile formed, and he glanced back to his book. You thought the conversation was over, but he spoke up, continuing to look at his book. "You looked peaceful too. I couldn't help glancing over when you weren't looking," he admits with more blush to his face.

A silence filled the air as the cats have cleared out, sensing the mood and wanting to give you both space. The silence was comfortable, but also felt incomplete. Like there are still words that need to be said.

"Caleb," you start at the same time that Caleb speaks your name. There's some laughter and awkwardness as you both try again, speaking at the same time. "You go first," you say gently and he flusters.

"Well, I am very bad with my feelings," he starts and already you feel your heart pounding. "But these peaceful moments with you, I enjoy them very much, more than a friend should," he admits, and your eyes widen as a soft smile crosses your face.

"I feel the same way," you tell him, and he closes his book to walk over to you. You feel more flustered at his sudden closeness as he holds a hand out to you.

"Would you like to go to bed?" His words leave gaps as he glances away, letting you fill the blanks to his statement as the tips of his ears and face flare red.

"I would," you say and smile as you walk with him, giving Fjord space from his "walk of shame" as you and Caleb chuckle and enter his bedroom.

[lazulian-devil]

Are y'all ready for Book 3? No? Well, I dont care, do I now. You're already reading, its too late for you to leave now.

The Villains of Skulduggery Pleasant 3 - Batu

We arrive in the third book, The Faceless Ones, which seamlessly incorporates the consequences of everyones actions into even worse mayhem.

Following Vengous almost succesful attempt at opening the rift, a mysterious man named Batu (who is also the guy dealing with Sanguine at the end of Book 2 being all ominous) is behind the kidnapping (and murder, lest I forget) of all remaining Teleporters. Because he needs someone to teleport something through a portal in a different dimension.

(Tangent: Im sure Shunters didnt exist yet in Book 3. I feel like this should have been a Shunter thing and I can neither remember nor bother to find proof why the Anchor needs a Teleporter instead of a Shunter. In Book 8, Crayfon Signate quite literally does something similar with the Sceptre of the Ancients, looking for a Signature and then finding the correct dimension. Im pretty sure its about it all being a gateway instead of a direct transferal. If anyone knows, do tell.)

Alright, so. We have Batu/Paddy as our main villain and he is a brilliant and excellent one. But lets get the honorable mentions out of the way, so no villains feel ignored.

Our boy Billy-Ray Sanguine is of course part of Batus Squad, but so are the remains of the the Diablerie with Jaron Gallow, Murder Rose and Gruesome Krav. I honestly admit that I feel they are caricatures and the screentime they have is sufficient not to make them boring. They all die in the end anyways and its a shame that it reflects in the way they are so very one note and almost ridiculously "evil". On top of that, we also have a Seahag (in a lake. With corpses. I do love how dumb that is). Then theres Scapegrace and the second buildup for Thurid Guild.

I will be honest with you: Batu is an exceptional villain in terms of motivation, speech and arc. His surrounding villains are sadly one note caricatures, besides those that get to live into the next book (mainly Guild, Scapegrace and Sanguine). The others are often played for jokes or just to make a point on how cruel, wicked and horrendous the Diablerie and the worshippers of the Faceless Ones truly are. Which, yeah. Thats fair. But I always love myself some three dimensional side characters, so let me be a little sad.

Now, lets think about why Batu actually works:

Hes mortal. Evil, yes. But mortal. But he could have been magic. Technically, its his birthright.

And thats all, really. Its man grasping for something he could have never had and that he could have never been gifted. Its another case of fanaticism. Fruitless, sad and deadly.

Now, the SPU has a long history of ignoring of belittling mortals in the way that they are and who they are. This becomes more apparent in later books (the xenophobia/eugenics in Phase 2 for example) but its also pretty evident here:

Batu uses his mortality, his frailness and his visual weakness as a shield. If, for example, Batu was young and fit, it wouldnt quite work the same way. His age and behaviour is a smokescreen.

Funnily enough, he even points it out in his first interaction with Skulduggery and Valkyrie:

"Reach a certain age and suddenly, you're a nobody, suddenly you're not even worth counting." - Book 3, Chapter 13

That combined with his somewhat senile mannerisms, the whole old-man schtick is so very stereotypical. Because of course it is. Both readers and heroes alike are blinded by how much of a an old man™ Paddy really is.

Contrast this with Batus first appearance in Chapter 7 and 14. The way he speaks ist fundamentally different.

"You failed me, Mr Sanguine. I paid you to do a job and you failed me. [...] You will have a chance to redeem yourself."

Paddy doesnt hold power in conversation, hes a silly little man. Its on purpose, of course. Authenticity breeds trust and everyone can relate to an old cynical man, stuck in his ways. Batu on the other hand commands a room. Speaks with a high tongue, with precision. Short and accurate, no breath wasted. Naturally.

When you read the books and you are aware of the twist, there are a lot of things, behaviours and sentences that could make you raise an eyebrow. But our heroes dont have the time to question anything, so they dont. They willingly accept that this man owns the land with the rift, that he doesnt panic at the explanation of magic, that his questions are a little suspicious. Because then they would need to stop. And neither Skulduggery nor Valkyrie do such a thing. They are cocksure of themselves, remember? And Batu knows. Batu even bets on that, as all sorcerers he has met have been equally cocksure. And all his henchmen are too. He's playing all of them, simply because he knows how they work. He has weaseled his way into their homes, has fed their cats (s. Chapter 36), has seen their arrogance and sadly his cynicism proves right at every turn. He really is invisible to them. A mortal obstacle, to be dealt with to safe the world. Always the roadstop, never the destination.

In Chapter 20, Paddys reaction to magic is a smile, not fear. He knows magic exists. It entices him. The shock he displays is - of course - an act, but a very believable one. Sure, yeah, the old man doesnt mind anymore. Hes too old, he has seen too much. Magic might as well exist to him. And he was horribly stubborn this whole time, so it makes sense that he would have an equally spiteful response to magic.

We even come full circle: Paddy asks Valkyrie if she despises mortals for what they are.

"Someone who can run fast dismisses the people slower than he is. What if its someone who can run really fast? Then the slower people become little more than an annoyance, and then an irritation. Superiority breeds contempt." - Book 3, Chapter 20

(Quick sidenote: Its like he wants to be caught when you start looking for it? He himself is the one who runs fast. He himself sees the others as annoyance, as irritation. What a beautifully wretched thing to say.)

Essentially, Paddy is justifying himself here, but, again, reader and heroes are caught up in this very relevant question that plagues Valkyrie: Being detached from Humanity, from Family. Once again, Batu is using his understanding of the magical world against them. He is one step ahead. He recognises Valkyries youth and asks her specifically. Not Skulduggery, who would dismiss it. Her. Even further, he points out the massive flaws in the systems to her, as one of the first in the whole bookseries:

"So magic people view themselves as mages and everyone else as mortals. And that doesnt sound like a group of people elevating themselves to godhood to you?" [...] "... They have the power of gods, dont they? They have magic at their fingertips. Their affairs affect the world. [...] You hold the fate of the world in your hands. If thats not godlike, I dont know what is."

Now the avid reader might have noticed that once Paddy speaks about sorcerers and magic users, his whole old man™ act falls away. His speech becomes more like Batus, because he is Batu in this moment. He isnt acting here.

And why does no one recognise it? Because its a justified question. Again and again, Batus line of logic proves true: All sorcerers are playing god to an extend. A theme that will be picked up far more heavily between Book 7-9 and the entirety of Phase 2. So, as readers, its enticing to see someone challenge the presented Status Quo and as Valkyrie, this direct confrontation helps settle her own views as a growing Teenager into this magical world of god-pretenders. Batu fulfills both the role of a mentor and a villain, pointing out the straw that will break the camels back again and again and again in the following books.

He himself fights like a mortal: There are no fancy gadgets in the big fight. There are machine guns and grenades, painfully mortal weapons. Painful is literal in this sense. Batu chooses reliable weapons of war and not unpredictable gods. At least, in the beginning. There are also the Hollow Men, a whole artifical army of them. Which, broken down, is hilarious. The sorcerers, capable of destructive magic and definitely murder, are using the mortal weapons against the heroes. The army that is there to support them is one of magical stupidity, literal child friendly canon fodder. His army of magic men is one without mind, without question. And his Diablerie, despite actually having a brain, never question him either. They're all hollow men, one way or another. Some of them by power of creation and some of them simply because they are blinded by their own fanaticism, blinded by Batu and the true fight. So, he doesnt fight like a mortal at all. He fights like a mortal that knows the sorcerers. Using the best of both worlds, the most potent startegies each side has to offer. Additionally, there is also the implication of him commanding a massive army without even being there, which does underline his godlike aspirations as well.

Finally, when its revealed that he is indeed Batu, he declares himself "not a mindless drone" and "someone with a vision" (Chapter 36). But what is the root of all his evil?

"Magic." He said. "My father was a sorcerer. So was my brother. But not me. I just didnt have the spark, you know? But now, its finally my turn."

Batu feels robbed of godhood. And that is precisely why he is summoning gods to overtake the world. If he cant reach for divinity, everyone else who can needs to suffer for it.

[Val] "You're going to let a Faceless One take you over."

[Batu] "And then I'll be brimming with magic that ordinary sorcerers would never even dream about. They're not gods, Valkyrie. They're as pathetic as the people you left behind in your old life. But me? I'll be a true god."

But that isnt everything. Despite how much his mortality annoys him, he sees it as the one defining strength that seperates him from sorcerers. His mortality makes him powerful.

[...] "I was born without magic. Ive had to be strong. My will is iron. Im not going to be simply erased - not like the others."

His mortality makes him so powerful that he will rise above the mortals, above the godlike sorcerers and be able to Neon Genesis Evangelion Pilot his way through the world as a Faceless Ones vessel.

So now everyone can agree that Batu is another insane man in a series of insane villains, right? I dont need to spell that out. But before I go and give you a nice little ribbonbow for the ending, lets look at Batus death and how its described.

"Batu turned, spread his arms and raised his eyes to his god, and as it rushed to fill him, he screamed with terror and exultation. And then Batu was gone." - Chapter 42

The Faceless One described here is the one that is responsible for all the mayhem at the end of the book. Its by far the strongest from the bunch. So maybe some part of Batus willpower speech is true. But the written text makes it very clear that this is not the case. Batu is an excellent vessel for the strongest Faceless One. But nothing more than that.

Which is horribly ironic. The man that gained the trust of dozens of sorcerers, has perfected being a non-threat to anyone but believes himself to be worthy of the power of a literal god vanishes instantly. Just like everyone else.

But I love Batu as a villain. Waving all the weirdness aside. He is compelling because in the few moments that he is actually authentic, he is terrifying.

Not to mention he actually achieved what The Diablerie and Baron Vengous couldnt. He manipulated Skulduggery into revealing where the gate was. He used the ressources of the enemy to his own gain. The saddest thing about Batu is, that if he had put his mind to anything but godhood, he would have ascended anyway. He has all the ressources: smarts, wit, the ability to plan longterm, not to mention charisma and leadership skills.

He would have made a magnificent sorcerer. And thats just... incredibly compelling. Batu isnt strong with magic. He doesnt throw flames around, he isnt a walking skeleton. He is a cynical, old man that despises the hand he has been dealt and instead of accepting what is, he cuts from the world the pieces he thinks he deserves. And in this incredible determination blossoms a man that could have been anything. That had the skills, the mind, the speech to become something wonderful, something progressive, a change bringer.

Instead of recognising the talents he possesed, he focused merely on what he didnt have. Turned to evil, to spite. To bitterness and cynicism. He almost became the downfall of the entire world in his quest to prove that he was, indeed, as godlike as the rest of them.

9/10. Go Paddy.

Wanna read more of my breakdowns?

Here is Part 1: Nefarian Serpine and Part 2: Baron Vengous for you!

[myjunkisyuzuruhanyu]

Sigh... fantastic Yuma at France... (did you like Werther at the gala btw?)... Shoma this next event... NHK is gonna be good (and also stressful for me, I want them both in the final)

Yuma's skating is brilliant. Smooth like butter. The jump landings, you really can't do them any better. He also improved a lot in the performance area. If that's Carolina Kostner's influence I can't wait to see more of it 😍😍😍 As he's not back to his full content I knew it was going to be hard for Yuma to claim more than Bronze here if Ilia and Adam skate the way they showed already during the season. Both Ilia and Adam were very good and I think the result is fine even though I think Yuma should have had way higher PCS than both of them but let's not talk judging...it's a mess.

I unfortunately wasn't at the gala to see Yuma's Werther 😭 (I went back to Paris early bc all trains after the gala were fully booked and also very late and I still have a long 9 hour travel from Paris home so I decided to skip the gala but now I do regret not seeing Yuma's gala 😭)

NHK will be super stressful. Looking forward to it, but also it will be heartbreak. NHK will be a problem for Yuma for the GPF. JSF fckd up when they put Yuma and Shoma - their two best skaters - in the same comp. Either they did not trust Yuma's recovery or they were just plain dumb. Anyway it can't be helped. The problem is that Yuma actually has to win to definetly make the GPF. If Yuma is 2nd which is likely as Yuma's not yet at full technial capacity and Shoma has the stronger content, Yuma will have a problem to qualify. 🥲 There are only 6 places. 😭 For the GPF: Ilia already qualified, Adam and Shoma are likely to qualify, Sota did win a GP so actually he just has to place 4th at CoC to get in and that's definitely possible, then Kao, Kevin, Shun and Matteo all have the chance to qualify at GP Espoo. Not all of them will get in but Jun and someone else without a medal will have to win for Yuma to place above them at least one of them. There are still scenarios how Yuma can qualify but it's not easy and not complety dependant on himself alone unless he wins NHK...

Shoma at Cup of China next is the first thing to be excited about. He will face Adam and though reproducing what Adam just did is difficult Shoma does have a tough competitor there. As Shoma's abilties are not to be underestimated (as some unfortunately doubt) Shoma will probably be heated up by the performances of GP France. I think Adam will qualify there for the GPF. I strongly believe Shoma will be first, but even if not it's hardly something to worry about. Shoma did win everything and we should be thankful he still wants to compete. (Shoma would place 2nd at worst bc Sota and Kazuki and the others aren't a threat to Shoma) I have the problem that I also want Kazuki to win too bc I'd love to see him in the GPF but chances are sadly almost 0. 😭

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

I discovered your blog a week ago or so (and definitely a few years too late ;__;), read a few posts and quickly fell in love with the way you write your posts (your long essays in particular). I bet there are even more posts I haven't discovered yet, but would love to read. Are there any in particular you recommend? :)

Sorry for such a late reply, but thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoy my posts! As for posts I'd personally recommend, let's see...

For starters, my reviews for Clementine Book One and Book Two. I put a lot of effort into those given I read the comics many, many times in order to give them a fair analysis.

400 Days is simultaneously brilliant and disappointing is another one that I had a lot of fun writing while in the middle of working on another project which still isn't finished but listen it's a lot okay it's gonna be a great post maybe who knows sksksks

This post about why I leave Lee to turn at the end of S1 is a favorite of mine.

My two part Marlon character analysis is another one I put a shit ton of effort into and might be one of my favorite things that I've written for this blog that wasn't a fanfic.

Speaking of favorites, my Two Lukes in S2 conspiracy theory is probably the best thing I've ever written..... I'm only half joking.

There's a disclaimer that comes with this one, but I did a 5 part series on why Both Louis and Violet are Terrific Love Interests. It was written back in 2019 and while I still agree with the main point I tried to make, I think it could've been done better. It's mostly me talking about how other people are dumb for fighting over who is better, Louis or Violet, and then I go on to compare them to other love interests in other games. If I wrote this post now, it would be a lot different.

But while we're talking about ships and Louis, I gotta throw in my Top 5 Reasons I Love Clouis post.

Oh here's a classic :) my Geoff headcanons

Uhhhh.... I can't think of any others off the top of my head, which probably means I'm missing a big one.... look, this blog has 5+ years of content on it, I don't remember everything. But those are some I remember. Again, thanks for the ask and thanks for reading my stuff!

[moonwritewastaken]

Reverse Birthday Surprise - cc!Georgenotfound x gn!reader

Genre - friends to lovers, Minecraft based

Warnings - language

Word count - 1647

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEORGE! It’s the king’s birthday and he deserves the best day ever 😤 it’s also my birthday tomorrow (or today for me ig lmao idk it’s the 2nd) so I won’t be working on anything for the day. From here on out, I’ll probably try and get a good few imagines either completed or a good way through before uploading so bare with me!

- 🌙

Yesterday was Halloween, meaning that today was November 1st. To anyone else it would seem like your regular run of the mill day, however, to you it was George’s birthday! You’d been working with Tina for a week trying to get him something special, something memorable. This was especially difficult because not only does he not really like receiving presents, but you also had a crush on him.

During a Discord call one day, Tina had the brilliant suggestion of going along the same lines as Sapnap and Dream. You knew they were planning to do something for him on the server for his birthday stream, so what better way to do something for him but not give yourself away. The next hour was spent scheming the perfect surprise for George.

It was decided that after his stream, you would lead George to a minecart ride which would travel through a showcase of memorable moments you’d had with George since befriending him. Tina helped you pick about 6 special times in your friendship (making sure to include your other friends to avoid awkward conversations) including when you first met on the server, building his house during the war together which was when you first properly hung out together alone and meeting him at Twitchcon Amsterdam for the first time along with Quackity and Karl. 

George had just replied to your message telling him you had something to show him, he said he was still streaming so you could join the call with the Dream Team. This made you more nervous because you were expecting it to just be you and George, however, you were also a little relieved because there would be others there to interact with other than George. 

12 minutes later you receive another message from George telling you he had ended his stream and to join the group vc. You briefly prepare by both taking a few deep breaths and sending a panicked voice note of you screaming to Tina before pressing the join button. 

“Happy birthday, George! How was your stream?” your entrance is met with an enthusiastic greeting from Dream and Sapnap which you return after greeting George. 

“Thank you, it was good other than Dream being disgusting” you laugh at the expected behaviour of your mutual friend before the curiosity gets the better of you. 

“Oh god, what’d he do this time?” right on cue, Dream lets out one of his iconic wheezes also setting of Sapnap. You swear you can see George roll his eyes. 

“He took me all the way out to a stupid mesa biome for one dumb joke. He’s an idiot” Dream somehow wheezes louder at the name calling while Sapnap chimes in. 

“When we got to the mesa biome, Dream asked George what surrounded us-” you were yet to see what the supposed joke was but you were kind of interested to find out. 

“-which of course it’s a mesa biome right? So George says clay. Dream answers saying it’s hardened clay and then logs off” the combination of Sapnap telling the story laughing slightly, George’s obvious annoyance and Dream’s background wheezing causes you to also burst into laughter. 

“Really y/n? It wasn’t that funny” George’s actions contradict his words as he’s also started giggling by this point. After calming down you clear your throat while logging onto the server. After getting their coords from the boys, you go to meet up with them.

“So, uh, I made something for you, George. I know you’re not really one for presents but I wanted to do something so I made something instead. If you’ll just follow me” you speak once they enter your field of vision. The three of them follow and you take them out the main area and near to where your house resides. 

You lead them to the entrance of the ride before turning your character to face them. Your palms start to get clammy and you try not to let your nervousness show in your voice. You just really hoped he liked it. 

“I’m going to need everyone to grab a minecart from the chest on your right, and let George and I go first so I can explain it” George goes to grab a minecart and you follow suit, Dream and Sapnap following behind you. 

Your nerves skyrocket the second he puts the minecart on the rail. After getting confirmation he could go, you saw him push forward and start the ride. Immediately after you see him move, you also push forward, ready to explain the different pictures. 

“This first area are from my stream when I first joined the server and met you soon after. The whole idea of this ride is that I show you moments that I think are important to our friendship” Dream lets out an aww and you clap back. 

“At least it’s better than hardened clay” George and Sapnap laugh at Dream’s ‘what the fuck’ before getting out of the minecarts and taking a closer look at the picture. You and Dream remain in yours long enough to have a quick discord exchange.

‘you’re such a simp’ you roll your eyes before replying to Dream.

‘says you, you stupid simp’ you hear him scoff in the vc before you receive a reply. 

‘you’re the one in love with him. now tell him.’ you send him one last message before seeing that George and Sapnap have gotten back in their carts. 

‘fuck off, there’s literally no way i’m ever telling him’. You speak in the vc again. 

“Okay so the next section is when I consider to be the first time I think we really became good friends” you make sure the four of you enter the next section before elaborating, ensuring you don’t spoil anything. 

“When we built my house instead of fighting in the war?” he chuckles slightly before exploring again. You hum in reply before he speaks again. 

“I remember this being the first time you and I hung out just the two of us” you confirm his thoughts. After a few more minutes in this section, you all decide to move to the next one. The next rooms are pretty uneventful, until you get to the last one.

“Is this Twitcon Amsterdam?” Sapnap is the one to identify the theme this time.

“Shut up Sapnap” George is clearly annoyed and Sapnap ruining his birthday surprise. Sapnap scoffs while Dream wheezes again.

“Oooh someone’s protective over the special moments with their partner” Dream’s teasing brings a rush of heat to your face and you face palm silently. You should have known by the earlier Discord messages that he wasn’t gonna let anything slide.

“Whatever Dream” George tries not to show it, but he’s definitely affected somehow by Dream’s words. It’s not quite annoyance, however, you’re unable to place it.

“Anyway, Twitcon Amsterdam!” You bring their attention back to the room and watch as they look around, giving Sapnap and Dream an insight to your trip since they weren’t there.

Sapnap approaches the picture that was taken by a viewer when you met George for the first time in person. The picture shows you and George in the middle of a hug several seconds after meeting.

“I bet you wish you could hug y/n again, huh, George?” Sapnap’s teasing tone elicits a laugh from Dream and a sigh from you.

“What if I do?” You swear your jaw dropped to the floor at that remark. The dead silence in the call told you neither Sapnap nor Dream expected that either.

“Well- I mean hugs are nice” your reply caused George to laugh. Although you wish you would’ve said anything else, his laugh made it worth potentially embarrassing yourself.

“If you’re going to hug them again then you might as well kiss them” you have no idea what is even going on anymore at this point. Your surprise for George has taken the most unexpected twist and it’s making your head spin.

“Okay what the fuck is going on?” You’ve reached the point where you just wanna be put out of your misery.

“We’re witnessing a modern day love story” Sapnap’s answer further complicates the situation and you’re convinced George is never going to speak to you again.

“George for the love of god, please tell them you like them because otherwise this is going to drag on forever” Your head is resting firmly on your desk now, and you’re sending Tina a text to let her know your life is over and he’s never going to speak to you again. Your phone vibrates and you look to see a message from Tina containing a load of question marks and then a follow up of ‘i’m sure that’s not true!! it’ll be okay, call me soon’.

“Y/n?” You’re brought back to the situation at hand by George calling your name. You’re not sure how long you zoned out for but Tina had calmed your nerves slightly.

“Uh- sorry, what’s up?” You try to sound attentive and not like you’re losing the last of your dignity.

“I was saying that I like you and I’d like to go out sometime” your emotions had gone on their own ride throughout the evening and it’s at this point you realise Dream and Sapnap had left. They were probably leaving you two to deal with the aftermath of their shenanigans.

“I- really?” Here you are, on George’s birthday, and he’s the one who ends up surprising you.

“Yes, really” his giggle pulls you out of your own head and you try to formulate a better response.

“Of course. That’s the reason I put this whole thing together. Because you’re special to me”

The two of you spend the rest of the night enjoying each other’s company before falling asleep on call. You’d never been so thankful for your friends being snitches.

[writersblockedx]

Can you write a blurb where Eddie and the reader are best friends and he teases her about having a crush on Steve?

Movies and Kisses

Pairing - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Bestfriend!Eddie Munson x Reader Summary - Y/n has started spending an abnormal amount of time browsing for films at Family Video. Eddie begins to suspect her reasoning for such isn't just due to her love for movies. Warnings - Small mention of violence, mainly fluff Words - 1.7K

A/n - Thank you for this request, it was adorable to write. Also for any of those waiting for part three of When Opposites Don't Attract, I promise it is coming, I'm in the middle of writing it currently :)

MASTERLIST

Y/n must have gone through a hundred films by now, yet she didn't deem any of them a fit for hers and Eddie's movie night. Steve had wondered around with her through the thriller aisle, Eddie at the other side of the store browsing the horror section. And Robin stood behind the counter, watching it all unfold.

"Ah ha!" Cheered Eddie as his hair popped out from behind the many VHS's. He walked with purpose as he spun the VHS around so Y/n could read the title. "I know it's a re-watch, but come on! We'll still love it as much as the first time." The shadowy front cover conveyed a figure of a man as he stopped at a lamp post. Above him, the title: The Exorcist.

Eddie watched as Y/n's expression twisted in uncertainty. "More like our fifth time re-watching it." She argued before glancing back to Steve who had Back to the Future in his hold. "What were you saying again, Steve?"

And then Y/n turned her back on Eddie. He didn't even try to hide that fact he was offended by it. "It's a little confusing, but once you get your head round it, it's brilliant, trust me." Eddie heard Steve natter on as if he were a film reviewer of some kind.

Eddie and Y/n had watched Back to the Future already and after the screen went black, they turned to another, with their shared best-friend look and agreed it just wasn't their film. They enjoyed the sinister, gritty films where it was boring if there wasn't something bloody on the screen. Back to the Future simply was not that type of film. Not to mention, Eddie knew the only reason Steve had seen it was because of the small child nerd Dustin.

With knitted brows, Eddie wondered over towards Robin. "What- what is that?" He mentioned his hands in a circular motion around the pair who seemed far to close to just be discussing movies.

"You don't know?" Robin asked and Eddie snapped back with wide eyes; it was what he was assuming. "This is her fifth time in this week. She came in yesterday, went around for about five minutes, asked how I was, asked where Steve was. When I told her, he wasn't on shift, she left."

Eddie couldn't yet wrap his head around it. Y/n, the nerdy D&D player and Steve Harrington, the ex-basket ball king. It was a hilarious match of people, the boy had thought. But it seemed to really be happening when the two paid and left with Back to the Future in their possession.

Y/n waved bye to Steve with a slick smile, "See you later." She said while Eddie did nothing but nod his head to Robin and lead the way out the store.

He didn't say anything until they were both in the car. "Steve Harrington." Eddie stated as he shook his head at the idea of it.

Y/n glanced back at him as she fastened her seatbelt, "Huh?"

"Steve Harrington." He repeated before finally meeting the gaze of the girl. "Steve Harrington? Really?"

Y/n was as lost as anything. Well, for the most part, she was acting dumb for as long as she was able. Which, by the sounds of things, wasn't going to last much longer. "What are you talking about?" She questioned.

"You." He pointed his finger at the girl. "You have a crush on ex-high-school-king Steve Harrington."

The girl let out a chuckle but shook her head. "I do not."

Eddie could have laughed. "Ooo Steve, show me that movie again, tell me about Back to the Future." He mocked as his hands made flamboyant movements to feed into his point.

"It's his job!" She attempted to defend.

"And your job was to find us a decent movie to watch tonight." Eddie argued as he lifted up the VHS they had just bought. "Not some film we've already seen and already agreed we didn't like." He huffed. "Not to mention, Robin told me you've been into the store about five times this week." He went on.

Y/n's gaze dropped from Eddie as her hands started fidgeting with another. "So what if I did...like him?" She spoke, admitting her feelings for the first time.

Eddie sent her a sympathetic smile, even if she wasn't looking at him to catch it. "Then you should probably do something about it. Like maybe telling him." The boy suggested.

She scoffed, "I couldn't do that."

"Why not?"

Y/n huffed as if she were a child and glanced back over at Eddie. "Because, it's like you said: He's Steve Harrington and I'm- well, I'm me. It'd never work." There too many differences Y/n thought would force them to clash. Not to mention, she highly doubted she was anything near what Steve's 'type' was.

"Well," Eddie began as he finally started the car engine. "You never know till you try."

Eddie's words stuck with Y/n longer than either of them had expected. As they watched Back to the Future, she wondered what it would have been like to watch it with Steve, or what it would be like to hang out with him at the video store. All these possible memories were quick to infect her mind like she was a fish on a hook, slowly being reeled in. And, at some point, they consumed her thoughts so badly, she decided she would. The day after, Y/n would visit the video store again and tell Steve how she was feeling.

She made her way to the store that Friday after school and must have waited outside for at least ten minutes just debating. While she was there, she still wasn't sure. What if it turned on her? What if he rejected her? Then where was she meant to rent her movies?

But she soon reminded herself of what Eddie said: she wouldn't know until she tried. So she dragged herself from her car and headed into the video store.

The girl stood frozen when she met Steve's pupils. He was stood at the cashier, serving a mother and her young child. Yet still, he met her gaze and he smiled and Y/n thought she was about to melt. "I'll be with you in a moment Y/n." He told her before returning to the costumers.

Y/n felt too awkward stood absolutely still so she went wondering the aisle - for what must have been the hundredth time this week. Once more, she found herself doubting.

The mother and child soon left and Y/n was about to push them doubts aside and stride up to the counter, when Robin came out from the stock room, unaware of her friend who had just entered the store.

"I thought you were meeting with Angelina tonight?" Robin questioned her co-worker, a box filled with VHS's in her arms.

Y/n froze in the romance aisle - ironic.

Her head dipped over the VHS's to meet Robin. And as the other girl came to realise what Y/n had just overheard her say, Robin too froze. They were like two deers caught in the headlights. And suppose, going of that, Steve was the headlight. "Hi, Y/n, I didn't see you come in." Robin stuttered out.

She panicked and grasped some random rom-com movie she had no care for and wondered to the counter. "Hey, Robin." She replied, barely able to reach eye contact with either of them. "Just wanting this today."

Steve's brows knitted as he picked up the VHS. "I didn't think you watched romance." He observed from the serval times the two had spent browsing the many movies Family Video had to offer.

"I don't, thought I'd try something new." Y/n shrugged.

Robin coughed and it seemed to alert Steve of something. Like with no words said, that cough had told Steve a lot of information. And Y/n had missed it all.

"I've actually got this new movie in the stock room actually," He started, fumbling over the word here and there. "I saw it and well I thought- and Robin thought too-" He pointed back at the short haired girl, "You'd really enjoy it." Steve let out a breath that he seemed to have been holding in. "So do you want to go see it?"

Y/n found her brows knitted once again, as her eyes glanced between Robin and Steve. Something was up. "Sure." She shrugged. Whatever was going on, she'd question it later.

Steve grinned before gesturing his hands to the back room. "Follow me."

The boy led them into the stock room. It was nothing special. Just a lot of boxes filled with different VHS's, marked with the year they were relevant. Y/n brushed her fingers against the boxes as she wondered down the aisles next to Steve.

"You know we should really see a movie together." He suddenly spit out. "We always discuss them, but never watch them together."

Y/n looked up at the boy, but Steve was too on edge to look back. "Yeah, that'd be nice actually." She replied.

"We could watch Star wars, or Back to the Future again - if you're up for a re-watch." Steve suggested, his words practically spilling from his lips. "Or whatever you want."

"We could do it more than one night, more than one movie." Y/n suggested, taking the opportunity that was right in front of her.

The two were forced to slow as they met the dead end of the aisle. But rather than walking back or looking through the boxes for this film Steve was so adamant Y/n would enjoy, they turned and face another. The room was so silent they could hear the other's breath. "That sounds like a really good idea." Steve responded.

His eyes were distracted as he spoke, flicking between Y/n's eyes and her lips. Another moment passed and some thought seemed to click in Y/n that just said, Fuck it.

The girl leant in abruptly and Steve met her in the middle. And they seemed to melt into each other.

"There isn't any movie back here, is there?" The girl realised as she pulled from the boy's lips.

"No."

[nashidakyouko]

If We Have to Go ~ D'asta (D'arcy/Asta)~ Resident Alien

Also on Ao3

SPOILERS FOR S3 OF RESIDENT ALIEN.

Ship: D'arcy Bloom and Asta Twelvetrees.

Summary: This could be the end, but at least D'arcy and Asta were together. // Word count: ~1100 // Rating: T

AN: I inserted a scene before Harry shows up in the S3 finale because D'asta is underrated. Asta would have broken the universe to find D'arcy and I am HERE for it. Also this is a bit cheesy, but I wanted that delicious cheese.

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The only thing that mattered now was that Asta had found her. Sure, everything else sucked something fierce—of course D'arcy fucked up sneaking a bomb onto a spaceship. But Asta was here now, holding D'arcy's hand through the bizarre, horizontal cell bars. Guess the hand-holding sitch was a mixed bag, too, since it meant they were in an actual alien prison—or would it be a brig?—and they were still probably going to die.

They were definitely going to die.

And then everyone on Earth was going to die, too.

The shit-uation was about the worst D'arcy had ever been in. Alien brig, end of the world, freak that wanted to eat them. His ominous, creep-tastic presence had put the slightest damper on D'arcy's mood. She'd been thinking they were going to live somehow. Not so much with people-eater salivating over there.

But if they had to die, she was unspeakably grateful that she'd be with Asta in the end. D'arcy's grip tightened just enough that Asta gave her a quizzical look. Instead of asking what was on D'arcy's mind, Asta squeezed back while raising an eyebrow. A nervous little smile played at the corners of her lips.

After a long moment, D'arcy let out a defeated sigh. “If I have to go out, I hope you're the last thing I see. Don't know how these little alien shits are gonna kill us, but as long as I'm seeing you—not them—I think that'll be enough. I mean, just barely. This still royally sucks and I don't think I could've fucked up worse. But seriously, I meant it earlier. I just love you. It's better just 'cause you're here, y'know?”

Asta stared with eyes both wide and soft, pushing herself away just a bit from the bars. “Yeah, I do know. I hate that it came to this. I hate that you tried to do this alone. But I was afraid I'd never see you again, so at least I did get to hear that laugh one more time.” Her smile was shy, yet brilliant. “Circumstances being what they are, I'll take the win...” She looked away, pensive for a while. “Even if they separate us to kill us, don't look at them. Close your eyes and think of me. I mean, if you think that would help.” Embarrassed, Asta began to pull her hand away.

D'arcy held fast. “Same to you. If we have to go out like this...” She shook her head. “... I'm sorry about all this, Asta.”

“You aren't one of the grey aliens bent on destroying the planet—unless you've really kept it close to the chest—so there's not much point in you apologizing... Though it is true you fucked up by trying to do this alone, and I am still a little mad about it.” Asta grinned. “Well, I guess that means you do have to apologize, huh? But what I mean is that if we die, none of that will matter anyway. I want us to be okay in the end. Always.”

The Mantid in the nearby cell spat loudly, clearly annoyed at the sappy conversation happening between these dumb, delectable humans. He just wanted to eat them already. Twin glares zeroed in on him. He took a step back and decided that these two might be a bigger threat than he initially thought. For now, other prey was the best choice. He scurried away in a hurry.

Asta cackled as he fled. “He ruined the moment for sure, but damn, at least we could scare the shit out of one alien tonight.”

D'arcy, however, got caught on that first part. “Moment?”

“I mean, yeah? Our beautiful moment of reconciliation before our inevitable deaths?”

D'arcy looked sharply away, wrenching her hand from Asta's. “O-oh, yeah. That kind of moment.”

“Of course? What did you think I meant, D'arce?” To say Asta was perplexed by D'arcy's sudden change was an understatement.

“Oh, nothing! We're totally and completely on the same page. Beautiful reconciliation. Same page, same page. We did great on that one! Good for us!” The wild gesticulating of D'arcy's hands and the edge of panic in her voice betrayed her words, but didn't necessarily clarify anything for Asta.

“Why are you being weird all of a sudden?” Asta tried repeatedly to catch D'arcy's eye, but the redhead steadfastly avoided her gaze. “C'mon, if you've got something to say, this is probably the last chance you'll ever have to say it.” As she spoke, Asta's mouth went bone dry.

Shit, the same thing applied to her. Last chance. Maybe Harry would save them, but this could be the last chance. That also meant the last chance to screw things up so bad that D'arcy might kind of hate her in the end. So which was more unacceptable? Missing the last chance to tell her, or risking her being upset about it?

Her brain short-circuited, leaving her staring into the middle distance with her hand half-way reaching to the person dearest to her in all the world (in a different way than Jay, of course, but that wasn't the point right now).

D'arcy didn't notice, but that was mostly because she still wouldn't look directly at Asta. She'd tried to say her piece earlier. Couched it in potentially platonic words or whatever, but she'd told Asta, hadn't she? She'd even told her again! But both times seemed to fly right over her best friend's gorgeous, perfect, amazing, and very stupid head.

The two of them sat in contemplative silence for far too long. When they finally looked at each other, the world faded away again. The only thing that mattered now was that their eyes met. Sure, everything else was truly some bullshit they were in. But their eyes still met.

There wasn't enough space between the cell bars to properly do what had to be done.

That didn't stop them from trying.

Hands tangled together again as they drew close to those damned bars. Yeah, there was just barely enough space to do one very important thing.

So together they leaned in and kissed.

The cold, slick bars of the cell pushed against their cheeks, but who even cared anymore?

The words were still stuck in their throats, but right now this mattered more.

They finally managed to meet in the middle.

Please don't let this be the only time. I don't want to have to go.

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AN: Thanks for reading!

Also for the love of god, if you like this ship let your feelings be known SOMEWHERE. I'm so sad how little stuff there is for them. I mean, even my straight mother has repeatedly said they should be canon, so where are the other fans??

DISCLAIMER: I obviously do not own Resident Alien but I'm Fandom Old and feel compelled to still use a disclaimer.

I DO claim naming the ship D'asta. I haven't seen anyone really give it a name and that one is sitting RIGHT THERE.

(can y'all believe I posted something after 3.5 years and it ISN'T in the Avatarverse? Truly wild)

[anon-e-miss]

It is a bit odd that almost all of the most lovable IDW characters are the ones that aren't as smart, and that they're specifically portrayed as the better option in most of the comics.

I think about the Swerve vs. Perceptor thing alot. Both of them are considered annoying for talking too much, but when you get to the MTMTE comics and Swerve's character arc you get to see that he's fun and lovable and a little bit of a mess- he's someone to relate to and see as a classic "Good" character with tangible growth and an entire storyline where he gets friends and people who care about him even though he's "annoying".

On the other hand, Perceptor is consistently punished for being excited by scientific pursuits. He's told to dumb it down for the masses, to stop talking so much about the things he enjoys, to keep it simple and short all the time while he's part of the Wreckers during the war. When we get to MTMTE, he's more withdrawn and silent, and he doesn't get much of a character arc that is easily seen. He regains his excitement a small bit while interacting with Brainstorm- who is yet another unethical scientist in the IDW line of villainous scientists- and slowly comes around to being a bit more outspoken like he used to be... in the background. He's forgotten for the most part, and only brought up when something scientific happens that needs to be explained by someone other than Brainstorm, but he isn't really loveable to the readers and his returning verbosity isn't given any sort of recognition as healing or growth on his part. Most of his interactions are just playing off of Brainstorm's, and he's barely got anything to himself during the entire MTMTE and Lost Light series.

Between the two chatterboxes, while both are good guys, one is actively portrayed as a good character- and it isn't the smart one.

(To be clear, I love Swerve and Perceptor both, I like the subtlety of Perceptor's growth in MTMTE even if I wish he got more time to show it and a bit more recognition in the comics for it, I just wish he wasn't seen as annoying during his time with the Wreckers because of him getting excited over science stuff. It's sad to shut down something that makes someone so happy, and it happened consistently throughout the times we got Perceptor content in IDW- let the guy ramble about electrons or something, just once is all I'm asking! Let him be a cute nerd damnit!)

Overall, there was a very heavy pro idiot bend to the IDW comic's writing and it honestly makes it unreadable for me.

I didn't like Rodimus from 86 because he didn't feel like a good replacement for Dadimus but I didn't actually hate hate him until IDW. I'm sorry, they'd all have been fucking dead in two mega-cycles at best with that characterization of Rodimus in charge. Basically every death is because of him and others being dumbass but it's the smart ones that get blamed.

Hated during Optimus into an abusive asshole.

Hated the victim blaming. Hated the toxic, co-dependent shit that was romanticized. Hated the celebration of abusive personalities.

The writing in general is just... bad. In my opinion and I'm not saying mine is brilliant or anything but for fucks sake. IDW is a trainwreck.

Anyone wonder why I get my villainous Autobots from IDW? Here's a hint, because it's a smorgasbord of horrible personalities and behaviours some fans go fucking wild for.

[waitmyturtles]

Double Savage, episode 11 (penultimate episode) thoughts:

1) Jumping to the preview for the finale next week (ha) (I can’t help myself) -- I’m not technically seeing redemption for Dad Beng yet. His trying to give the money for his treatment back to Korn screams of asshole to me. BUT, I’m not gonna put it past New Siwaj to do something dumb LIKE redeem Dad Beng, because of the relative messiness of this episode 11.

2) Ohm and Perth.

Damn. I don’t need to ship them, I don’t need to see them in a BL (but I’m never saying no outright, heh). I want to see them work together again in a stronger, fuller, more honest, more well-developed drama -- maybe like a 10 Years Ticket, or something else with Fon Kanittha directing. 

Ohm and Perth saved the first half of this episode. Korn fully owning everything he knew about Win (which we’ll get to in a second) and spitting it back out to Win from last week to now -- I think at least that part was paced well, and the control they both had over their rage against each other was acted out beautifully. 

Perth came into his own fully in this episode. He played Win gorgeously, which is to say: he absolutely demonstrated how PATHETIC Win ended up being (Win in his George Constanza moment: “you never loved me?!?!?!” Come awn.)

At the same time. That conversation about how Win suffered vis à vis how Korn was kept close to the family via the mother and Li. That’s not linear. That would have been complicated for a young Win to understand vis à vis the messaging he (Win) was getting from his father. His father saying, Win, you’re the best, and Korn’s a jinx. Mom and Li staying close to Korn, keeping Korn in the family system. I didn’t have enough empathy for that complicated mindset that Win must have suffered under. And then in adulthood, as Li and the mother continued to long for Korn to rejoin the family, while all the pressure was put on Win’s shoulders to be the golden child -- and then Win spitting out “golden child” right back to Korn. 

BRILLIANT. That’s my kind of family trauma that I like to see illuminated in the complicated relationships and boundaries that shows like this explore. 

We REALLY need to see Perth more outside of BL. He was FANTASTIC. (Yes, I’m excited for Dangerous Romance, but he clearly does family dramas VERY well, and should do more of them.) (I don’t have Never Let Me Go to compare it to, but I heard he was weaker in it.)

3) Film/Rung in her revenge era.

I still do think that the writing of Rung is against her misogynistically. I’m not ENTIRELY sure she needed to sweep in and do all this damage against the ENTIRE family. But: I think Film/Rung played the revenge bit VERY well until the end anyway, and I do think Rung had her own karma come to her, as Korn noted at the memorial hall. I didn’t expect to see her witness Li’s heartbreak over Ah, and how the boys were fighting up until the moment that Li was contemplating the gun, and I think Rung got, at that moment, how much the weight of her entire life, and what had happened in it via Korn’s family, hit her -- I thought that was acted wonderfully by Film.

All three of these actors -- Ohm, Perth, Film -- I’m glad they had this vehicle in Double Savage to go outside their usual GMMTV boundaries to do action/revenge/crime, because they completely killed their roles.

4a) AWL the flashbacks, good lord. As a filmmaking mechanism, I thought they were overused in this episode.

So we find out that Ah and Li had been together, and that they both intended to never tell the brothers. We find out that Win was the one who caused the car accident that killed Rung’s parents (MORE. ON. THIS. IN. A. SECOND.) We find out that Korn and Rung BOTH KNEW ABOUT THAT ACCIDENT, and that’s likely when Korn himself stopped pining for Win as a brother and started to suspect him as a bad cop.

4b) Before I complain about the flashbacks, lemme just say this (ha) as a literal driver of a car who drives everyday (ha) -- Win, BRO, WHAT were you doing passing like that?! HA. I mean. THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE ABOUT THAT ACCIDENT -- at least, I beg of New Siwaj, PLEASE, because -- that was terrible driving, bro! I mean! Swerving your car like that, come awn! Just honk, dude, or like, roll down your window and say something or like, toss a Diet Coke at them, if you want them to go faster! UNLESS you thought you were chasing another car with like, criminals inside or whatever. Bad driving in shows, I would have never expected it! Pleeze, y’all. 

ANYWAY. (Thank you for allowing me that moment, ha.) (I swear I don’t do road rage, I SWEAR.) I say there needs to be something about the way Win was driving (WHICH WAS BAD) because that was a big chain of events for Win to lead Rung’s parents down.

4c) In any case, back to the flashbacks -- I honestly don’t think it does us great to leave the rest of the reveals to next week. We need to know HOW Korn and Rung KNEW about Win causing the accident that killed Rung’s parents. As I type that out, I really wonder -- it could NOT have been just by way of Win’s bad driving, but I’m not sure I trust New Siwaj to wrap that up nicely like that, just with bad driving as an excuse and everyone accepting it.

Next week, we’ll clearly learn from Pea/Satang to Rung/Film how Korn helped her during her time on the lam. 

And I’m hoping, HOPING, as I thought at the start of the post, that we don’t see a redemption for/from Dad Beng. That’s certainly my inner Asian child crying out for that conclusion. 

Because...

5) These flashbacks are taking away the ability for us to see some real emotional growth from the characters. We’re getting hints by, say, the change of colors they’re wearing (thanks to @shortpplfedup for pointing that out to me), and in next week’s preview, we see Rung cleaned up (where did the eyeliner go, gurl). We need to know how things have unspooled, for sure, but -- shit. A LOT HAS HAPPENED TO KORN AND RUNG. We need enough time to know how they’ll end up, and I’m not sure New Siwaj will give us enough time to process it all.

Anyway. Complaints here, and praises there. Ohm/Perth/Film, again, SAVED this episode. 

So, eff, omg, next week. Monday: end of Double Savage. Wednesday and Thursday: Our Skyy 2 x Bad Buddy. I’m effed. My heart can’t take much more!

@miscellar -- this one’s for you!

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I'm curious, since it's been discussed in fandom a bit, but what do you think a canon compliant "happy ending" for xiyao could look like? In a lot of fics I feel like there's always a singular moment that changes the timeline of events and "fixes" JGY's outcome but I feel that's unrealistic (though I enjoy those fics not throwing stones here) given the restraints of the world building. It also ignores the elephant in the room that is NMJ but then again, I don't understand 3zun personally~~~ but that's a different discussion.

But in a world where xiyao wanted to be together romantically, I wonder what a "happy ending" would have looked like for them following the world building of the novel (ie the classism, the true elephant in the room lmao) and was curious as to your thoughts on that.

I like that you specifically say it's unrealistic for a single moment to 'fix' jgy's outcome because that a bull's-eye observation for me: his situation is so complicated and is impacted by decisions and actions made by so many other people that more than just one thing would have to change for him to survive the events of the novel, let alone achieve lasting happiness in some form with lxc. but for me--and I stress that this is absolutely what I personally believe needs to be present for an ending to qualify as satisfying for jgy and lxc, ymmv--a canon-compliant happy ending for xiyao needs two things:

jgy needs to claim birthright as a legitimized member of the lanling jin sect, and keep it. this doesn't have to mean that he becomes jin-zongzhu or chief cultivator, though that is obviously my personal preference, but what jgy has always desired in canon is to be recognized as a legitimate son of jin guangshan. I believe he can obtain that even if jin zixuan remains alive and becomes jin-zongzhu.

depending on how late the canon-divergence occurs, lxc needs to be given the chance to fully understand why jgy made the choices that he did in canon. after jgy's death, that is the question that lxc is haunted by, and I don't see a post-canon scenario in which he can psychologically move past it, because his hand in jgy's death is one of the reasons he will never obtain closure. to be happy in the long term, they both need the catharsis that comes from asking and answering those hard questions.

I know everyone's probably super tired of me being like "hey have you read 'the weakness of falling in love' by roquen on AO3?" but honestly, that's probably my favourite fic that provides a realistic "what if...?" scenario for a xiyao happily ever after. so if you haven't read that one yet, /grips ur shoulders, why are you still reading my dumb words, go read those brilliant words instead, they are so good.

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I made a quiz with personalised thai bl recommendations! :)

List of possible results in order of personal preference below the cut:

1. Not me

Brilliant. Show stopping. Spectacular.

Exept for the typical product placement this is perfect, especially plot and character wise. My personal favorite, has almost no harmful clichees and actually a lot of Information about thailands political landscape.

2. The Eclipse

The tensioonnn! Akk and Ayan are both portrayed beautifully and were the main selling point of the show for me (as well as probably my favorite bl couple so far) , even if the side couple also had a sweet story.

The plot is a little (very) messy (especially towards the end) but the romance is done really well and the show is overall a fun watch!

3. My school president

At the time of writing this the show is not yet finished - still a lot of fun to watch. The characters and romance is great!

Didn't like the 'lets just make a few of the characters reaaallly dumb for fun' trope but it's easily ignored and the characters are otherwise really good.

Definite recommendation!

4. Bad buddy

Actually good execution of the typical college rivals. The romeo and juliet feud was a bit annoying to me but starts making at least a little more sense as the story progresses. The romance and acting is done really well and they actually avoided a lot of typical clichees and instead even explained a few of them.

Was definetly a fun watch even if I personally thought the last episode didn't really add anything to the story and was more confusing than anything else...

5. Kinnporsche

Spicy Mafia - definitely a fun watch even if their method of running a Mafia clan does not seem particularily effective. (Who needs money, this is soley about bodeyguards and maybe power)

Also some stockholm syndrome and some taking advantage (but at least they don't act as if everything is alright and normal there, still - warning!) and the tragic death of several pets.

Porsche is a complete idiot at the beginning but after a couple of episodes the learning effect finally sets in.

Still, I had lots of fun watching this so enjoy!

6. He's coming to me

One of the oldest bls on the list. Was lighthearted and super sad at the same time but has some phenomenal acting, an actual coming out scene (!!) and gets you actually feeling for the characters.

I personally found it hilarious at times and it has some actual plot!

7. Manner of death

A bl with ploot! Even if it's quite messy sometimes.... Also, characters that are not supposed to be teenagers! It's not supposed to be a comedy for once! A lot of great selling points.

This show was fun, even if for some reason I lost interest towards the end?

8. Ingredients

Very simple show that was still a surprisingly good watch. The episodes are really short so it's great for in between but still a slow burn at the same time!

Loved the development of their relationship over the time!

9. 2gether + Still 2gether

Fake dating? Check!

Slowburn? Check!

Teach people to not take a no for a no? Check!

Harmful stereotypes? Check!

A couple that you first desperatly want together but once they are want back as friends? Yup!

Was it still fun to watch? Absolutely!

This show is not my first recomondation but it's surprisingly fun to watch, even if I got super annoyed at the general consesus of the characters to just... Not stop persuing someone if they are told no???

The show sells us drugging someone or starting fake relationships as resonable responses to unwanted suitors instead of just... Getting rid of them because you tell them no??

So be warned, but enjoy!