#like it’s bc what else am i supposed to do like this is my regular this is what my life is what else am i gonna fucking do like !?

[little-candy-store-of-horrors]

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[pepprs]

I REMEMBERED THE THOUGHT! YIPPEE

[glazesunflower]

Shenhe, Sara, and Eula with a gn reader who asks them to stay with them bc they're afraid of being left by people? or like comfort fluff headcanons along those lines if that's okay

Gentle Reassurances

Characters: Shenhe, Sara and Eula x GN!Reader.

Warnings: Your regular hurt/comfort.

Notes: "Tumblr drabbles!" I say as I come back with a post that's 4.5k words. I really know no self control. And I might have misunderstood the prompt for Shenhe and Eula but I think I got it right with Sara. Either way, I hope you still enjoy this <3

As the morning sun spilled its golden light into the apartment, Shenhe stirred from her slumber, her eyelashes fluttering with the remnants of her sleep. The warmth that filtered through the window caressed her cheeks as she blinked herself awake. With a soft yawn and a graceful stretch, she untangled herself from the all too warm embrace of her bed and rose to meet the day.

Her gaze met yours, and the softest of smiles curved her lips. 

"Good morning, my love." She whispered, her voice a gentle melody in your ears. "How did you sleep?"

You feel your lips growing into a smile too, a tender curve of affection for her eyes only. 

"I slept very well, thank you. How about you, my heart?"

A soft chuckle rolled out of her lips as she drew nearer, her presence and her scent wrapping you in morning bliss. 

"I slept well too." She admitted, her voice a soft caress in the space that separated you. She leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a delicate kiss. "I must admit, being in your arms feels so nice and warm in the morning."

Returning the kiss, your fingers found themselves lost in the winter of her hair, your fingertips grazing her skin softly. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation.

"You’re awfully cuddly this morning, Shenhe. Not to say I don’t enjoy it. Because I do, very much."

Shenhe nuzzled closer, a playful glint in her winter eyes that’s not lost to you. 

"Cuddly. Hm… Yes. I suppose you could say I am in a cuddly mood.”

“Yes.” You nodded, closing your eyes briefly. It had been a while since you had time to spend in each other’s company like this. You’ve been awfully busy at work lately. “I missed this.”

As the last remnants of sleep left her softened stare, you found her demeanor shifting, the subtlest change in her expression that you’ve learned to read as well as an open book with the passing of the time.

And so, you have also learned that, with Shenhe, it’s always best to be upfront about it all.

“Is everything alright?” 

You watched her brow twitch. Just the faintest bit. But you had your answer hidden there.

“I believe there’s something… That I would like to discuss with you.”

Concern edged into your voice. "Of course. What is it, my love?"

She met your gaze, vulnerability etched across her winter features. A sight she reserved for the intimacy of your shared home and nowhere else. Moments passed, each heartbeat a testament to her internal struggle.

"It feel like I should share…" The words almost trembled, laden with a raw uncertainty she could hardly conceal. Not to you. "Something that has been on my mind as of late, these past weeks."

Her words became quieter as she sought the right phrasing. You sat up, a sense of urgency mingling with your worry. 

"Are you alright?" A pause. And then. “Are… Are we alright?”

Her gaze held yours, and you could feel the fear dancing within the depths of your ribcage. Shenhe inhaled, her breath shuddering as she prepared to lay bare her heart. 

"I believe I feel…" Her voice wavered, just the faintest bit, her resolve clashing with her unease to tell you. She pressed on still, determination lending her strength. "Unattended. We certainly don't spend as much time together anymore, and you being away for long has awoken… Unpleasant emotions within me. That I feel I should share with you. I have given it much thought, and I believe that… I feel worried.” She shut her winter eyes, a barrier against the tumultuous emotions she can’t decipher within the cage of her chest. “…That we are beginning to drift apart.”

Your heart ached at her words. Of course, you had been neglecting her. You could blame the increasing amount of work you’ve had to do for the past weeks, but you only have yourself to blame, really.

Still, you lost no time in cupping her cheek, your touch a balm to her uncertainties. Your voice was soft as the winter's breeze.

"Oh, sweetheart. I didn't know you felt that way. I have not been paying enough attention to you lately, right?"

Her gaze held yours, a silent confirmation crossing the beautiful winter of her eyes.

“I would say that, yes.” Her voice was a hushed whisper, her body still close to yours. "I struggle to comprehend these emotions still. Rationally, I understand you cannot be with me at all times. But somehow, in the depths of me…” Vulnerability quivered in her voice, a fear laid bare that you rarely see. “I harbor the fear of losing you.”

You felt the birth of tears pressing behind your eyes, and your hands were fragile threads when they caressed her back. Offering some comfort for her or for you, you’re not entirely sure.

"And you feel like you’re losing me lately, my love?"

Shenhe nodded, her head coming to rest on the curve of your shoulder, her winter hair cascading down your neck and arm.

“I have tried to push away those feelings of worry. I have tried meditation, training, going down the Harbor to collect my thoughts. But even still…” She closed her eyes, leaning into your touch further. “I can feel these emotions eating away at me from within. I despise them. I shudder at the possibility of… Losing you for good.”

With a heavy chest, you cradled her face gently. You brushed her cheeks with the softest of touches, a gentle caress to the winter of her skin.

"Don’t push those feelings away, my heart. I’m glad you told me. And I’m sorry you’re feeling this way, I really am.” A soft smile struggles to bloom on your lips, brimming with understanding. “What can I do to make it better?"

Her sharp eyes soften around the corners at your words, her gaze studying your features with necessity, wanting to engrave it all in the heaven of her memory. In case. Just in case.

“I believe I would enjoy spending more time with you.” Her lips danced with hesitation, but her winter eyes held yours with that deep affection you’d learnt to recognize in all of her gestures. "Being with you… It makes me happy." 

Your chest swelled at her words, carrying all the tenderness you knew she harbored for you deep inside. You really couldn't help yourself. Your lips found her cheek, pressing a kiss to her tender skin, a loving gesture that conveyed just how deep your devotion for her ran. 

"Then, that’s what we’ll do. I’ll take this weekend off and we’ll go somewhere.” You took her hand in yours, playing with her long fingers. “Just the two of us, in a cabin by the mountains. We’ll have picnics and swim in rivers. How does that sound?"

You watched her expression painted with eagerness and anticipation, her winter eyes lighting up at the words leaving your lips.

“That certainly sounds enjoyable, my dear.” If you didn’t know her like you do, you wouldn’t be able to hear the bubbling excitement in her voice. But you did know her, and you saw the subtle way her lips curved, softer in her happiness. “It is bound to be a fantastic time with you. Just you and me, and the nature of the mountains.” Her fingers brushed your cheek, a tender touch that said so much, so much to you. “I promise to protect you from any danger we may encounter, my heart.”

You nodded, entirely too happy with the promise of happiness in the future, of how the situation has been healthily salvaged.

“Thank you, my love. And we can even make a campfire and roast some potatoes too!” Your lips brushed her temple in a fleeting kiss. “We can do anything you want. This weekend is all about you, Shenhe. And I’m yours, completely."

The weight of your words settled into her heart, a promise that resonated deeply, echoing in the chambers of her heart. You watched with delight her subtle smile growing into something playful, the faintest teasing gleam in her beautiful eyes.

“Oh, if that's the case…" She drew closer, her body pressed against yours in affectionate proximity, and you lost your breath altogether. "You don't quite know what you just signed up for."

Her gaze held yours, mischief dancing in her winter eyes, and you were suddenly so glad to have this conversation at all. You were really, really looking forward to those days with her.

The night begins to settle in, casting a soothing veil over the land of the wind, and you and your girlfriend Eula find yourselves taking a rest from the current mission you’re working on together. 

Staring at the city beyond, the ethereal glow of the Anemo lanterns lights up the streets, casting a warm, golden light in the buildings below. Around you, the gentle rustling of leaves comes with a cool, refreshing breeze that sweeps through the campsite, carrying with it the faint scent of wildflowers that flourish in the fields nearby. The hillsides around the camp are blanketed in a sea of emerald, the tall grasses swaying in harmony with the breeze. And you breathe in, leaning back in your elbows, feeling content.

"Isn't this a beautiful sight, my love?" 

You remark, your gaze still looking at the beautiful landscape around the two of you.

"I prefer to focus on the mission, but I suppose it is very picturesque."

How beautifully practical, your Eula. Her focus really is resolutely on the mission at hand and nothing more. You really expected nothing less from her. Still, a soft chuckle leaves your lips.

"Come on, stop thinking about that. It's late, and we should rest. We even set up the campfire. We'll resume the mission tomorrow."

Her hesitation is palpable in the air, but Eula finally nods her agreement. 

“Very well, if that’s what you wish. So long as it won't impede our progress tomorrow."

"I promise it won't."

You assure her, reaching out your hand to her. With a gentle tug, you draw her close, and your lips find hers in a tender kiss. You find delight in the way Eula’s cheeks quietly bloom with pink colors. You love her a little bit flustered, always.

“Don’t. I'm still on the job. I'd better make myself scarce.” She murmurs, her words a step between embarrassment and resolve.

You really can’t help yourself when she’s like this. You have to tease her.

"You're adorable when you're flustered, my dear.” 

"Don't tease me while I'm on the job, or I'll…!" 

You grin, a playful glint in your eyes, but Eula's voice trails off, her implication clear.

"Go on.” You prompt her, a playful smile dancing on your lips. You really can’t get enough of her.

"…Or I'll get my vengeance!”

A deeper blush warms up her features as the realization of her words hits her. She averts her gaze, hiding her flushed face where you can’t see her. Pity.

"Okay, okay. I won't tease you anymore." 

You concede, your hand finding its place over hers, a soothing gesture of breaching the distance. A peace offering. She lets you caress her skin gently for a moment. Then, Eula's voice takes on a quieter tone. 

"You know? I'm not used to this. To… Receiving affection like this."

Oh.

Your voice is gentle, almost tentative when you say,

"And how do you feel about it, my heart?"

Your thumb keeps tracing soothing patterns over her knuckles. You hope that helps ease the sudden tension that’s built between the two of you. Eula’s voice remains soft as she admits, 

"I feel that… It's a little embarrassing.” She shakes her head, locks of blue hair falling over her eyes. Then, she clears her throat, her demeanor entirely changed. “I'm on the job, as I mentioned. Could you please refrain from holding my hand for now? I can't quite concentrate on my duties if we keep this up."

Understanding her concern, you remove your hand and reposition yourself closer to her. You can’t help but feel disheartened, though.

"Of course… I respect that." A contemplative pause settles between you before you break it again. You really can’t keep the question festering inside. "Can I… Can I ask you something, Eula?"

She meets your gaze, curiosity and hesitancy drawn all over her glazy stare.

"Yes, what do you wish to ask?"

"Lately, I've noticed something different when you're around me," you begin, your gaze fixed on the dancing flames before you. The heat of the fire is an ironic contrast to the conversation you’re having. "Especially when I try to be affectionate. And I can't help but wonder…” You breathe in. Then, you let it all out. “Do you still want this? Us being together?"

The abruptness of your question takes Eula aback. Her sharp eyes widen, larger than you have ever seen her.

"What? Why… Why would you say something like that? After all, we both want the same thing, don't we? I'm not the type to give up on something once I've set my mind to it..."

Her tone turns frosty, the frown in her features deeper, and you find yourself surprised with the shift in her demeanor. Have you dug a breach between the two of you?

"You don’t have to be like that, Eula." You offer gently, your voice is a soft thing. "I just sense that there's more beneath the surface. I'm here to help, if you'll let me."

Her reply remains stern. She turns her face away from you again.

"You really don't have to worry about that. Your concern is unnecessary. I'm simply focused on the job. Nothing more."

Her response makes your chest feel tight, heavy with unpleasant emotions. Your voice carries a tinge of melancholy when you say, 

"I have no way of knowing what’s on your mind if… If you don't tell me, Eula. I mean well. I love you. But I don't want to force you into saying anything you're not comfortable with.” You take a deep breath, stealing glances at her, still turned away from you. “Just know that, should you wish to speak, I will gladly listen to what's troubling you, my heart."

Eula's voice wavers softly in the stillness between you.

"Even if I opened my heart to you, you wouldn’t understand... You might even end up hurting me.”

What?

"Why do you think that?"

You can’t help but ask, genuine concern lacing your words. Her response comes as a whisper, weighted with vulnerability. One she hadn’t allowed you to see before.

"My life is full of complicated issues. Even if I shared everything with you, you would never understand what drives me to do what I do…"

For a moment, you say nothing. But then, you let your hand tentatively find hers, softly in the way you touch her cold skin, despite the fire burning.

"Try me, my love." You encourage her, tender and gentle. "I want to understand."

And surprisingly, against all odds, Eula turns to you. Her winter eyes are heavy with everything you just don’t know yet, and then something else. Resolve.

With a sigh, Eula begins to open up. 

"You really want to hear it? Perhaps it’s best that I do not burden you with this…" Her tone wavers, a mix of hesitation and resignation. But she’s almost there. She just needs a little push.

"Nothing of yours could ever be a burden, my heart." You assure her, your grip on her hand gentle but oh, so firm. "I promise."

Resolute now, Eula continues. 

"Well, if you think you are able to face this, then I shall tell you. But you must listen closely. I've been harboring this secret for a long time now…"

Her voice drops to a whisper, the vulnerability in her words touching your heart and painting it blue. "I was once abandoned by someone close to me. Because of that, I am afraid of making myself vulnerable. Once I become intimate with someone, the threat of abandonment returns and causes me constant mental torment. This makes it difficult for me to accept the affection of others, even if deep in my heart I really do want it, perhaps more than anything else in the world… I do not wish to be seen as a weakling, so I refuse to acknowledge my weakness…"

A sigh escapes her lips as she pushes forward, revealing more of her inner thoughts for your ears only. 

"I don't know how to accept what you're giving me. You may already have figured this out, but I'm not very good at expressing or demonstrating my feelings. I fear I may be unable to give you what I want in return, which is a happy and normal relationship. I'm afraid, so frightened that I've shut you out and pushed you aside. If I allow myself to open my heart to you, I may only be met with more despair, betrayal… Disappointment…"

As her words die off, you let them hang in the air for just a moment, taking them all in. Eventually, your voice takes on a tender quality as you respond to her inner struggles. 

"I know you've been hurt in the past, but if you close yourself off to love and affection now, you might find yourself leading a very lonely life, Eula.” You stretch your hands out to her in offering. “I can only offer you what I have, words of love for you and a heart that swells when you're around. I don't mind waiting and taking things slow, if that would make you more comfortable. I just want to be by your side, if you'll let me."

Eula's gaze meets yours, a complex array of emotions shimmering within her beautiful eyes, and you feel the tightness in your chest a little more present.

"Perhaps I am the issue. That I am unable to accept your love and support… I can't bear the thought of losing you someday. I don't want you to leave me the way everyone else has… I am so terrified, and so lonely… And you… You are the only one who can understand me, so I can't bear to lose you, too.”

The vulnerability in her words overwhelms your heart, pushing you to take both of her hands in yours, pressing a tender kiss to each of her fingers. Loving, loving, loving. 

"You won't lose me. Not tonight, or in the foreseeable future. I promise, Eula. I will stay with you as long as you want me to."

And to that, to your gentle words of affection, to the tenderness in your touch, to the gentleness of your lips against her cold fingers, Eula’s beautiful eyes fill with tears.

“Thank you…”

She leans her head against your shoulder, finally, finally allowing herself a moment of peace. You hold her close, fast and quickly, like you can’t bear the thought of not taking her in your arms now, caressing her back slowly.

“I won’t try to push my affection on you anymore, okay? We’ll go at your pace. I’m just happy to be with you.”

And when Eula pulls you close to her, closer still, her chest pressed against yours with an intimacy far too beautiful to oversee, you find your answer tucked there.

“Thank you… Thank you for waiting for me all this time… I promise to repay your love tenfold.”

She presses a kiss on your cheek, then leans her head on your shoulder and gazes up at the beautiful stars above. And you think that waiting can’t be a terrible thing. Not if you can hold her as closely for just a moment longer.

"That was such good training, my love!" You exclaim, offering her a towel to wipe off the exertion after a long session of bow practice that you’ve been witnessing for the better part of the last hour. "You did great."

Sara bows in acknowledgment, a gracious and beautiful smile on her lips.

"Thank you very much! I always give it my best. If I am able to keep training and become stronger, then I can help protect more people. The people I care about are always on my mind, and I want to do the best I can to help them. My love for the people I care about is the reason I train day and night."

Your smile softens as you take in her dedication. It’s one of the many, many things you adore about her.

"I really admire how dedicated you are, my love."

Sara’s smile grows, radiating a sense of purpose, feeling good with your compliment.

"I am glad you can see that I am truly dedicated to the people we care about. With the help of my fellow samurai, I do everything I can to ensure that Inazuma is a safe place for everyone."

"You're so strong." You murmur, your gaze lifting to meet hers. Your chest swells with affection. And then, something else. "I can't help but…"

"Cannot help but what, my love?” Sara's brow arches in curiosity as she waits for you to continue. When you don’t reply, she insists. “What's on your mind? You know you can tell me anything."

You hesitate, your words carrying a hint of self-doubt, terrible in your ears.

"Oh, never mind. It's silly."

"My love, nothing is ever silly when you share it with me. Your thoughts, no matter how trivial they may seem, are important to me.” With gentle insistence, Sara steps closer to you, her hands finding a place for them on your shoulders. “If something's on your mind, please, don't hesitate to tell me."

A wistful smile tugs at your lips. 

"Well… I can't help but feel that I'm way out of my league here… Being with you…"

Oh, how stupid you feel the moment those words leave your lips. You regret them immediately.

But Sara's touch is comforting as she steps toward you, her presence reassuring like she’s always been, a source of comfort and love where you always find your shelter and home. 

"My love, you are never out of your league when it comes to me. I do not care about positions or statuses. All I care about when I'm with you is you. You will always be enough for me, no matter what."

"But… You're such a strong and resilient warrior, and I'm just… me." You shrug, a sense of vulnerability creeping into your words. You’ve started this. May as well go all the way, let your inner most troubles shine through in the dim light of the evening sun. "There's got to be someone out there who's better for you, I…"

Sara's voice resonates with a deep sincerity as she addresses your concerns, cutting them short. 

"My love, I have searched far and wide across the continent for someone who could fill the empty space in my heart. Yet, when I found you, that emptiness vanished as if you were the missing piece I'd been looking for.” Her voice is stern, but her eyes are so filled with poorly-hidden affection for you. “I couldn't want anyone more than you, and I mean that with all my heart. You are the one for me, and I don't wish for anyone else but you."

You cannot help but be moved by her words, your eyes welling up with unshed tears, carrying all your doubts. 

"You mean it?"

Sara leans forward, her gentle touch wiping away your tears. The brush of her thumb across the tender skin of your cheeks is so gentle that you can’t fight the closing of your eyes.

"My love, I mean it with every fiber of my being. There is no one else but you for me. I am happier than I've ever been, and I know that being with you is exactly where I'm meant to be. You are the person I needed, and I'm not leaving your side."

You clutch onto her clothing, as if grounding yourself in her presence. You know you might be a little selfish, asking for this much reassurance, but you can’t help but want more. To need more of her.

"You really mean those words? You won't leave me?" 

Sara's touch remains tender as she cups your cheek, and you melt in the way her eyes brim with love for you. 

"My love, my words carry the weight of my truth. I don't wish to leave your side, now or ever. I don't know how much longer it would take for my heart to mend if you were to leave. I'm not sure it ever would. I will do everything in my power to ensure we are never separated. You are the only one I need, and I don't desire anyone else in my life."

Your vulnerability defrosts in her arms as she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your lips bloom into a smile. Quiet, small. But it’s a beginning.

"Thank you for saying that… You have no idea how much it means to me."

"My love, every word is sincere.” Sara assures you, her voice a soothing balm to the scars and stitches hidden in your heart. "You are such an integral part of my life, and I'm grateful every day for having you. You mean a great deal to me as well, and I can't fathom what life would be without you."

And with that, you cannot help yourself. You reach up, holding the side of her face as you lean to her. Your lips find hers in a tender kiss. And you whisper,

"I love you.”

Of course, Sara is quick to smile at that, beautiful and reverent.

"I love you too, my dear." She doesn’t hesitate to say, the affection evident in her tone. "I consider myself fortunate to have found you."

Apologizing for your sentimentality, you sheepishly admit, "Sorry for being sappy."

But still, you watch Sara chuckle warmly, pulling you into a gentle embrace that you absolutely enjoy, taking her all in.

"My love, there's no need to apologize. There's no such thing as being too sappy. Expressing your emotions is a beautiful thing, and it's heartwarming to see how much you care. Don't hesitate to share your love with me."

With a contented smile, you lean in closer. Closer still.

"Shall we do something fun now? After this heartfelt conversation?"

You delight in the way Sara's eyes light up with enthusiasm. For your eyes only. How lucky you feel.

"That sounds wonderful, my love. How about a visit to the beach or a peaceful picnic? Those are two of my favorite ways to unwind and enjoy time with the ones I cherish."

"The beach sounds perfect." You smile, your excitement mirroring hers. "It's been a while since we've enjoyed the sea together."

"I would love that." She replies to you with a gentle smile, colored with all the love she harbors for you in every inch of her being. "I'm sure the beach is just as breathtaking as I remember. It's been far too long since I've felt the sea breeze and the warmth of the sun. It's the ideal way to spend an afternoon, together."

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[oldiesstationlover11607]

hey!! i’ve never requested before so 😢😅😅 anyways i’m obsessed w ur writing!! plus im so happy to see a fellow tøp writer still around!!:3

i’ll kind of you let you take the lead here of what you want to do, but i think the idea of “my brothers best friend” is sooo🥰

like josh is the readers brother, and of course tyler is always around & maybe you can do something fluffy where tyler was sleeping over at the house, and reader gets home late from an AWFUL date & they converse about it & reader admits that maybe these dates aren’t working bc her mind is on someone else..🤗

or something a bit “angsty” where josh teases his sister all the time, but tyler joins in as well and it really upsets the reader because she adores him

up to you!!!! i just like the concept^^

Bad Date - Tyler Joseph x Dun!Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Dun!Reader

Warnings: mild language, the date being weird and uncomfortable to reader

Word Count: 2659 - it's a longer one so ur welcome :)

A/N: Welcome new anon! Hope you like this one! It was super fun to write :) Definitely feel free to request another fic and if you become a regular we can assign you an emoji just like 💛 anon!

“So… did you like the movie?” My date asked as he pulled into the driveway of my house. He’d been begging me to go see some action movie he’d already seen twice before with his ‘boys’, because apparently ‘I was gonna love it.’ I’d met Matthew at work and he’d flirted with me for months before asking me out. Yeah, he was cute but not enough for me to be head over heels yet–I barely knew anything about him other than the fact that he was into movies and videogames. 

“Yeah,” I lied, staring at the front door and planning my escape route. Matthew turned to face me, a soft smile growing on his pale face. 

“Am I gonna get to see you again?” he breathed, the smell of the spaghetti he’d eaten for dinner wafting into my face. “Maybe I could meet your brother?” He reached out to stroke my hair like I was some domestic animal he could touch. I wanted to slap his hand away, the warm dampness of his palms waving over me. 

“Josh? Why would you want to meet him?” I scoffed. None of my other dates had ever talked about Josh and I was 90% sure I’d never even mentioned that I had a brother. Don’t get me wrong, I loved him more than anything but my dates were supposed to be about me. 

“He’s in that band that was playing Ichthus a few months ago right? Twenty one pilots?” Oh. It was about the band. It was about twenty one fucking pilots. 

“You know what? I’m gonna go,” I said, peeling his hand off me and getting out of the car. The lights beamed from the car, pathing the way for me to get into the house. 

“Y/N! Wait!” he shouted after me but stayed in the car. If he really wanted me to stop then he would’ve run after me. He was still shouting my name when I got to the front door. I knocked frantically on the wood, trying to get inside before I further embarrassed myself in front of the entire neighborhood. No one was answering and the lights inside were turned off as far as I could see through the window. I dug through my bag desperately trying to either find my keys or phone–anything to get into the house and out of the burning headlights of the car. The door in front of me creaked open before a hand pulled me inside and out of the cold night air. Tyler. 

“Are you okay?” he asked, leading me further into the house and into the lounge. It wasn’t rare that Tyler would spend the night at our house–he was Josh’s best friend and bandmate which meant after many late nights working on music he would just sleep over instead of going home. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I nodded, taking off my coat and hanging it on the rack in the hallway. “Has Josh gone to bed already?”

“Yeah, you know him,” he chuckled. “What was that about?” he pointed in the direction of the front of the house where Matthew’s car had undoubtedly already left. He moved to sit on the other end of the couch, resting his feet on our coffee table. 

“Just a bad date,” I attempted a laugh but failed to hide my embarrassment. 

“What made it bad?” he asked. I didn’t think he would care about his best friend’s little sister’s date. 

“Honestly?” He nodded. “I think he wanted to get to know Josh more than me–because of the band,” I sighed. Tyler’s mouth opened as if to say a silent ‘oh’. He looked upset, his face falling into an introspective visage that broke my heart. 

“Wait really?” he muttered and I nodded. “I’m sorry, that’s not fair at all.” He was right, it wasn’t fair at all. Clearly Matthew wasn’t for me. I got up to grab myself a drink from the kitchen and Tyler moved so he could see me from where he was sitting. 

“It’s okay though. I think I just haven’t found the right person yet, you know?” I grabbed Tyler a Red Bull from the fridge and poured myself a glass of ice cold water. His face lit up at the sight of the Red Bull can and I didn’t have the strength to hold back my own smile–his smile and laugh were just too contagious. I couldn't go longer than 10 seconds without bursting at the seams. 

“Yeah, I guess so. I’m just worried I’ll never find the right person,” I sighed. Tyler chuckled, taking a sip of his ‘liquid death’ as I’d called it almost every time I caught him drinking it. “What’s so funny?”

“I–I’m just thinking about it. What if you’ve already met the right person but you just don’t know it yet?” he hummed. I scoffed as if what he had said was ridiculous. Tyler was that person to say things no one else ever thought to say out loud–most of us just kept it inside out of the fear of being seen as ‘weird’. Tyler wasn’t afraid to be called weird. 

“That’s a bit unrealistic isn’t it? Surely if I had already met that person then I would know,” I responded. He pulled a face at me, as if to say ‘are you sure about that?’ “I don’t know Ty.” I shrugged. He scooted closer to me on the couch, moving so he was sitting right up against me. He reached up to curl my hair behind my ear in a much more genteller way than Matthew had earlier. I wanted him to keep his hand there, resting against my face–I really hadn’t realized how comfortable I was around him until tonight.  

“Listen, I think you’re going to find the perfect person for you in life. They’re gonna care about you so much and know every little fact about you–like how your favorite color is (insert favorite color here), or how Josh used to hide candy under your bed so no one other than you two could eat it. They’re going to love you more than anything and want you around 24/7,” he proclaimed. I really couldn’t hide the grin on my face, especially since it was now accompanied by a warm blush. 

“Have you met that person?” I asked. 

“I think so, yeah,” he breathed, placing the can in his hand onto the coffee table. 

“What’s she like?” 

He let out a loud breath before thinking. “She’s cool. One of the smartest people I know, beautiful and talented–though she doesn’t think she is–and she makes me love life more than anything. I haven’t told her how I feel though,” he dragged off. 

“Why not?” I questioned, taking a sip of my water and placing it next to Tyler’s can. I was invested now. 

“I think it’s just never come up before you know? It’s not like I can just blast my feelings at her when she’s off doing her own thing or it’s out of the blue.” 

I nodded, completely understanding. “I get that. I’m sure she likes you too, you’re a pretty great guy Tyler,” I smiled. 

“Pretty great huh?” he boasted. Tyler never really talked about his life outside of the band, Josh and I. I knew he worked at a church nearby and helped out with their music but other than that I had no idea what he did in his spare time. He smiled back at me and I found myself staring into his cinnamon brown eyes. I didn’t want to look away, in fact, I would stay here all night staring into his eyes if he’d let me.  He slowly and cautiously moved his hand back to my face, gently touching my cheek before speaking. “Can I ask you something?” I snapped out of the daze he’d caught me in. 

“Yeah anything,” I nodded. 

He took a deep breath before speaking again and looked away for a moment, curling a very short strand of his hair around his index finger and tugging it slightly. “If I tell you something, do you promise not to get mad?”

“Tyler, it's me. I’m not going to get mad at you,” I stated. I’ve never really been the type of person to get mad easily. His shoulders rose and fell as he chuckled quietly.

“And you won’t tell anyone? Not even Josh?” 

“That depends on what you’re about to tell me,” I answered. Josh and I didn’t really keep secrets from each other, ever. If he was going to tell me the band was breaking up of course I would tell Josh but if it was personal and didn’t affect my brother then of course I’d keep it a secret. He started to pull his hair a bit harder which I noticed as he became anxious. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Just tell me what’s going on,” I reassured, taking his hand in mine and holding it gently. 

“I’m not sure how to say this but.. I… just… please promise me you’ll try and understand what I’m about to tell you…” Tyler was good with words, always knowing what to say so if he didn’t know how to tell me something then it had to be a big deal. He took another shaky breath, his eyes closing and opening again as he continued to look between me and our hands. I felt like I was about to pass out from the anticipation. What on earth would he want to tell me and not Josh? He squeezed my hand and swallowed before speaking. His voice was gentle and shaky, the most vulnerable I’d ever heard–even in his music.“I think–I think you’re my person.”

I’d never really thought of Tyler like that before. Sure, he was famous and talented and handsome and kind and actually interested in my life, but he–we weren’t supposed to–god he was pretty wasn’t he?

“Huh?” Damn it Y/N! What kind of a response is fucking ‘huh’. The awkward silence was growing rapidly with every second and I was beginning to panic. Tyler’s eyes were locked onto mine, his face conflicted but retaining the little confidence he had. “I–uh. Does Josh know?” He shook his head, holding my hand closer in his hand and rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. He let out a short chuckle, his eyes darting away for a moment in embarrassment. It was a quiet chuckle, one that let out some of the shakiness he had before. 

“No, he doesn’t,” he muttered. “And I’d rather he didn’t know until… well until I’ve talked to you about it,” he continued, glancing up at me again and meeting my gaze. I nodded, trying to bite back the delusional smile growing on my face. He undoubtedly had noticed my poor attempt because his nervous demeanor softened as he cupped my face. “Can I do something that I’ve wanted to do for a really long time?” I hummed a yes, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He let out a shaky breath, his heart racing as he moved his free hand to gently rest against my chin. He tilted it up so he could meet and hold my gaze. He could feel his own eyes staring into mine as he almost lost all train of thought. There was so much I wanted to say. My brain was speeding like a bullet, endless trains of thought rushing through a mile a minute. He leaned forwards slowly, his hand still holding my chin and his other hand gently gripping my fingers. He was so close I could see every single detail–every tiny imperfection and scar, every eyelash, and every crease. There was something about him that made me feel like my life depended on this one moment and I absolutely could not mess this up. His thumb brushed against my lower lip and my eyes fluttered closed. He pulled my chin so he could meet me face to face, my neck tilted up to look at him directly. His cheeks had reddened from the intimacy of the moment. His eyes were staring into mine again, his gaze flickering between my eyes and my mouth. He was so incredibly close to me, his lips millimeters from my own. I could feel his warm breath against my face, my own coming out shakily. His fingers moved from my chin to my jaw, his touch feather-like against my skin. His thumb continued to gently brush back and forth across my lower lip and I found myself leaning up to him without even thinking. I didn’t think he could get any closer, but then he started to move his head down towards mine, and my breath got caught in my throat. I was absolutely, one hundred percent, completely and utterly screwed. My heart stopped as he pressed his lips to mine. I didn’t realize until now just how much I wanted this. How badly we had wanted each other. I breathed in sharply, trying to control myself and the flood of emotions that were trying to swallow me whole as I reached up to cup his face with both my hands. He pulled me closer to him, so that there was no space left between us. He let every single piece of love he had for me pour out of his body and into the kiss. And he made sure I felt it by pulling me so that I was almost in his lap, my legs on either side of his as he ran his hand up and down my back and through my hair. Everything he was doing was perfect, the kiss and the way his hands felt against my body. He was everything. I broke the kiss to take a breath, pulling back and getting my hair out of my face. “I’m guessing you probably want to give us a go then?” Tyler laughed, his hands moving down to my waist. I nodded, cupping his jaw with my right hand. “I’ve waited so long to do that.” He breathed out. He was smiling, a genuine smile. He gently gripped my hips, shifting me a little so I was fully in his lap. “You have absolutely no idea just how long I've wanted to kiss you.” 

“Well I’m glad I’m not the only one who was thinking about this,” I laughed. “At least now my dates aren’t going to ask me about Josh or the band.” Tyler’s chest rose and fell with each breath. 

“That’s true. Now you’re with the lead singer,” he sarcastically bragged. 

A quiet shuffling noise sounded through the hallway causing me to dart my head over Tyler’s shoulder. 

“Shit.” I climbed off his lap and grabbed my glass, running into the kitchen before the shuffling reached us. Josh. He was wearing his red plaid pajama pants and was shirtless. 

“Hey,” he croaked, rubbing his eyes. 

“How was your date?” he asked, filling up his water bottle in the sink. I looked at Tyler who had his arms folded behind his head and a smirk covering his face. I flashed a warning his way before answering my brother. 

“He was asking about you and the band,” I muttered, “we’re not having another date.” Josh looked apologetic, a hint of regret tangled in his voice. 

“I’m sorry. You’ll find someone–I’m sure of it,” he sighed, pulling me into a hug. 

“Yeah I have a feeling you’ll find someone soon. For all you know they could be right in front of you,” Tyler chimed. 

“Yeah, they could be right under your nose,” Josh yawned, pulled in into a hug before disappearing back into the hallway and away to bed, leaving Tyler and I alone once again. I waited a bit before jumping back onto the couch next to him, falling into his embrace. 

“You cannot do that again,” I scoffed, shoving him playfully. 

“You know you love it."

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[lotus-pear]

okay, i know this sounds silly once i actually write it down, but i never thought people thought about holidays as more special than regular days? like i get it, there's celebration, but sometimes what it celebrates isn't what you're feeling at that moment. so what do you then? enjoy the same as everyone else anyways? i have a couple friends that are younger than me, mostly bc i kind of mentor them sometimes. earlier, i wished them a happy new year, and they asked why i didn't have much energy about it. i just didn't feel it. i told them that, and they said i just didn't get it. mostly with a tone of "you're being silly", like i'm purposefully trying to ruin their mood.

and here's the truth. this year's holidays have been quiet. no issues, no problems. it's been a peaceful time. but for that to happen, my parents and i just stayed at home, in our rooms. we exchanged presents on christmas morning, but we didn't make a special breakfast or force ourselves to take pictures. there wasn't a need to. we're with each other, we're at peace, but it's not very different from yesterday when i listened to them laugh from my room with some star wars show playing. or in the middle of august when we watched the spiderverse movie. they're okay, i'm okay, and in the turbulence of the year, i think that makes it nicer. it's like other days. quiet.

that said, it surprised me, how there's a need for the days to be special. like if i don't dance my way through new years, i'm doing it wrong. or that if i don't eat all my dinner in thanksgiving, i'm being ungreatful. it's strange, i think, how people mold these days into more importance. i guess for me, i've always thought i'll celebrate when i'll celebrate, and i'll quiet when i'll quiet. for me, i will laugh without tearing through the idea that it might not be the time. that i have homework or situations boiling over. i'll just laugh because i want to laugh, and that it's special because i'm letting it be.

holidays are excuses for others to let me cherish them. i've noticed that. some days i want to give a gift because i found something they like, and the response is "it's not my birthday" "it's not christmas" "you didn't have to, this was your idea". but i don't always get that. why do i need some outside force to let me know that it's a moment worth celebrating? i knew that it let me give more than normal, but i didn't know people actually thought it was supposed to be more special. i didn't know it was an actual expectation. so here i am, with a question held back previously by my teeth. think you're a thoughtful third party. might as well ask the question, since there's a button letting me. what's your take on holidays? are they more than other days? why? maybe you can shine light on why it's more special. or maybe you don't, and you just shrug at this observation. at the end of the day, i thought it nice to ask something like this to someone like you. artists see so much. makes me envy it sometimes.

and just in case they are more important than two days from now, happy new year.

i let this sit for a little bit bc i wanted to give a provocative and thoughtful opinion regarding the matter. i agree with what you stated previously, with holidays being used as outlets to channel a specific emotion that is normally disregarded. it ilks me at times to give someone a gift, only for them to respond “what’s the occasion?” must there be an occasion? could i not have simply thought about you in that moment, found something that reminded me of you, of our bond, and gifted it to you as a way to show i think of you outside the time we spend together? isn’t that what gift giving is about?? why must it be your birthday, or christmas, or some other holiday where it’s expected to give gifts to one another? holidays are just some other day in my opinion. they’ve been romanticized and commercialized, so much so that the joy of christmas in my childhood has completely lost its meaning and value. i wake up expecting to feel mirthful and eager, but really it’s just another winter morning, yk? it’s like the magic of the holidays has diminished over time. it doesn’t feel the same anymore.

[ringneckedpheasant]

love & light to my coworkers but I’m getting so tired of them complaining about customer interactions & expecting me to commiserate when they’re the ones screwing up or being incredibly reactive to every annoyance. like today one of them was going off abt this person who asked for a hot chocolate made w/ water because they were lactose intolerant & acting like this person was stupid because ~obviously our mocha sauce has dairy in it because it’s milk chocolate~ even though it’s literally just sugar & cocoa powder & every time I’ve heard her tell a customer it’s milk chocolate I’ve corrected her & said it’s a semi-sweet & it just Keeps Happening

or like. we have this regular who always gets the same thing & it’s a standard drink that everyone should know how to make and make Well; she told me a few weeks ago that no one makes it right besides me; she complained to me Today about the drink someone else made for her yesterday, & that barista understandably had their feelings hurt because they were Right There & she was being kind of rude about it but also. Obviously this woman fucking complained because you didn’t put any sweetener in her cold brew and made it with twice as much water as you were supposed to. my manager was complaining to me abt her too bc she’s done the same thing w them & they were all “I wouldn’t be so mad about it if she would just say what the problem is 🙄” & it’s like. Well. first of all I am literally just following the recipe card & if everyone else was I don’t think she’d be complaining about it & second of all. It is completely unreasonable to expect every customer to know every ingredient that goes in their drink or exactly how it’s made but people can still tell when their usual drink isn’t made right even if they can’t say exactly what the issue is, and Also She Fucking Said It Was Too Watery Why Is That Not Specific Enough For You. Like Why do these people just assume that the customer is automatically in the wrong every single time

[queen-dahlia]

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

ღ 𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝟭 & 𝟮 ღ 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 ღ 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝘂𝗺 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 ღ 𝗘𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 ღ

I suggest to read this first before the premium bc halfway of premium ending is the continuation of sweet ending

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback

I thank Walter and leave the infirmary.

(What should I do after this? Do I go to Gilbert's room, or do I just go back to my room...)

I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I could not react quickly when someone suddenly covered my mouth from behind.

Emma: "Hmm...!?"

(What!?)

A strong force pulls me into a nearby room and closes the door.

I have not yet seen the face of the person who is imitating the kidnapper, but I guessed him by his cold hands.

Gilbert: "You seem calmer than I thought you'd be, but you're more scared of me being jealous than of those kidnappers...?"

(This feeling... it seems that he knows that I have met Walter.)

Gilbert does not like me to talk to other men, even if it is on a necessary errand.

… Incidentally, the same jealousy can be directed at me even when I am talking to a woman in a friendly manner, so the standards are very strict.

(I can't talk to anyone if I have to look at their faces every time, so I have to be able to let this one slide.)

I turn my body around and embrace Gilbert in my arms.

Emma: "You know why I went to Walter, don't you?"

Gilbert: "So am I supposed to forgive you?"

Emma: "… Gilbert, if you had told me from the beginning, I would not have gone to see him."

Gilbert: "You understood that I didn't want you to know, didn't you?"

Despite the reproachful tone of his voice, his hand is gentle as he strokes my hair.

Gilbert: "Your actions could have gotten anyone else killed, you know?"

Emma: "But you're not going to kill him, are you?"

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Emma: "Do you intend to repeat the same thing in the future?"

Gilbert's complexion is much better than it was at one time.

However, he seems to be weaker than most people, and according to Walter, he often gets sick from the slightest thing.

(That's why I've heard he needs regular checkups on a monthly cycle.)

He never shows that in my presence, but that's just because he's good at hiding it.

(Every time he gets weak like that, he disappears from the castle without saying anything to anyone, enduring alone…)

Gilbert: "Guess what. I just want to be a cool guy in front of you."

Emma: "… I don't think it's cool for someone to hide their condition."

Gilbert: "You're so harsh. Do you really want to see me so weak?"

Emma: "… Because if it's hidden, I can't do anything about it."

Emma: "I can't rub your back, hug you, or do anything when you're in pain."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Emma: "Gilbert, you told me that you cherished me more than your family…"

Emma: "The family I know is one that supports each other."

Emma: "Family is the one person you can feel safe enough to turn to when you're not feeling well, instead of hiding it…"

Emma: "… At least that's how I see it."

(I finally understood after sorting it out in words. Gilbert said, "I'm family because he didn't kill me…")

(If you don't kill me, it's the same with a lover... The difference with family is whether or not you can trust each other.)

It is not easy for a prince in a country of deceit and corruption to trust people.

I must face this with that understanding.   //   We must face it with that understanding.

Emma: "I want to be the kind of person that Gilbert would trust."

Emma: "Only then can I win your trust and confidence so that you'll be willing to show me your weakness…"

Emma: "I think we can get married and truly be a family."

Gilbert: "… I see. That's what you think."

He hugs me so tightly and strongly that I can't see Gilbert's face.

(... I can't breathe—)

I beat my chest, suffocating to the point that I seriously thought I was going to be killed.   //   I feel like I'm seriously going to be killed, and I feel like I'm going to die.

I was released just as my chest was about to squeeze, and I sucked in lungfuls of air.

Gilbert: "I'm sorry. I just thought I liked you…"

Emma: "Why… would you squeeze me if you thought you liked me…"

Gilbert: "I'm torn between wanting to make you forever as you are and knowing that I can't."

Gilbert: "Of course I don't mean to kill you."

(... This guy...)

Gilbert gently strokes my back as I cough lightly.

Gilbert: "… I love you."

Gilbert: "Because I love you, I want to look cool, and I don't want to show you some of the things I don't want you to see." **

Gilbert: "But you're right, that's a sign of not trusting."

Gilbert: "I thought I had made up my mind to trust you, but I haven't."

Gilbert: "It made me laugh to realize how cowardly I was."

(… It must be difficult for you to believe in me because you love me.)

(Because Gilbert was betrayed by many things in the past...)

Perhaps his heart is subconsciously defending itself against me.

(Just as I am traumatized by the situation without Gilbert in the castle...)

(For Gilbert, loving me is a trauma in itself.)

Emma: "… I'm fine with that."

Emma: "Someday, when you are truly at peace with me, Gilbert... I want to become your family."

When I kissed Gilbert, who was smiling sadly, he returned the kiss as if he were playing with me.

Gilbert: "… Hehe, did you think I'd give up after you said that?"

Emma: "… Huh."

Gilbert: "If we can't have a wedding, why don't we have an engagement ceremony?"

Emma: "Engagement ceremony...?"

Gilbert: "Because I don't want to have to wait until you're ready to wear the dress, do you?"

Gilbert: "That was supposed to be a wedding dress, but let's call it an engagement dress."

Gilbert: "As you've probably guessed by now, people like me want to live, but we never know when we're going to die."

Gilbert: "Disease, assassination—at least far more death-oriented than the average person."

(. . . . . .)

Gilbert: "So, you know. I want to do what I can now while I can."

Gilbert: "There is no guarantee that you will be able to do what you want tomorrow."

(That's why…)

(… That's why he suddenly started talking about having a wedding...)

Maybe the owner was right, and Gilbert was in a hurry.

(He's a really bad person. He's prepared to die tomorrow, and he's going to marry me...)

Gilbert: "You only have two choices: you can be with me or you can be forced to be with me, right?"

Emma: "… I understand."

(There's no way... I can say refuse.)

(No, even if I could refuse, I wouldn't. The engagement would be a promise that would bind the future, even for Gilbert.)

Emma: "Can you just give me a few more days?"

Gilbert: "Ehh... Do you have to prepare mentally for the engagement ceremony? Even though we don't invite any guests."

Emma: "… Do you say something like, "Because you don't want anyone to see me in a dress?"

Gilbert: "Ahaha, you know me so well, don't you?"

(I kind of figured that would be the case.)

I can't help but laugh at his unchanging jealousy and troublesomeness.

Emma: "Even if there are no guests, there is something I want to prepare. So please."

Once again, this time I kissed him more deeply than before.

Gilbert: "I don't know where you learned how to beg like this."

When our lips parted, Gilbert nuzzled his forehead against mine and laughed ticklishly.

Gilbert: "Okay? I'll wait until you're ready or something."

Gilbert: "But I'm not going to give you that much time, all right…?"

Emma: "Thank you. That's all I need."

(I'm sure that the very prepared Gilbert has a ring ready for me...)

(So I should have something suitable, too.)

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—And so it was three days later when everything was ready.

The sound of heels echoing in a dance hall that is no longer in use.

(It's dazzling…)

Wrapped in the sunlight streaming in through the all-glass windows, I couldn't help but squint.

Gilbert: "When the royal families of Obsidian get married, they hold their gorgeous ceremonies here."

Gilbert: "A ceremony to which many guests are invited to inscribe absolute obedience to the new royal family."

(When I hear it like that, it's not so dreamy or romantic...)

Turning my head next to him, I see that Gilbert is dressed in a black tuxedo instead of his usual military uniform.

A single black rose that blooms on his chest tickles me somehow.

(The tuxedo looks good on him. He's usually good-looking, but now he looks more like this…)

(… Oh, no. My face gets hot when I look at him.)

When I looked away, it was blown out.

Gilbert: "Hehe, you're easy to read, aren't you?"

Emma: "… I think it's wrong that Gilbert is too good-looking."

Gilbert: "Heh... You can't speak for others either, can you?" **

Gilbert: "You're so beautiful and cute that I want to pounce on you right now."

Emma: "… Gilbert, you have prepared this dress for me."

The jet-black dress with a long hem was supposed to have no fancy pattern, but it had a gorgeous shape and was pretty even before I put it on.

Gilbert: "Oh no, it's not the dress that's pretty, it's you, okay?"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "You're embarrassed."

Emma: "… More importantly! What are we going to do now?"

(My face is getting hotter and hotter.)

I was becoming increasingly unable to look at Gilbert's face, but he turned around as if he didn't care about that, and his cold palm brushed my left hand.

Gilbert: "Of course we will have an engagement ceremony, right? Normally, the Emperor is supposed to witness and certify the engagement of royalty..."

Gilbert: "You know... right?"

Emma: "... I suppose so."

(I don't need a witness for my engagement to Gilbert.)

Gilbert: "Well, there we go."

Gilbert thumps and taps his finger on his own lips.

(I think he means to kiss me as a vow.)

(I have no idea what an engagement ceremony is in the first place.)

When I lifted my heels a little and obediently put my lips on his, for some reason he put his hand behind my head—

(!?)

When he bites my lip and opens it, a naughty tongue begins to violate my mouth.

Unlike the somewhat sacred kiss of vows, this kiss was simply obscene.

(… T-this is not what I imagined…!)

The solemn dance hall begins to echo with sounds that ruin the gentle morning atmosphere.

Because of the large space, the sound of the water echoed more vividly than usual, and I felt a sense of shame even more than usual.

Aiming at the moment when our lips separate, I put my left hand between our mouths.

Emma: "That's too much!"

Gilbert: "It's a kiss for the vows, so it should be just right that it's overdone."

Gilbert: "Or what? Was the little rabbit's love so small that it was overcome by shame?"

Emma: "It's not, but it's a problem if I can't stand—"

(... Huh?)

I feel uncomfortable with the hand I lifted to protect my lips from the naughty kiss.

When I raised my hand to confirm its true nature, I found a shiny, jet-black object on my ring finger.

Emma: "… A ring..."

(When did this happen!?)

A black rose made of obsidian is blooming on my finger.

As I gazed in amazement, he gently squeezed my hand.

Gilbert: "Emma, you're going to wear it until I give you the wedding ring. If you ever take it off... okay?"

(I can feel the bloodlust... But even that bloodlust feels sweet, so I'm in trouble.)

As I squeeze back the cold hand, the obsidian rose glistens in the sunlight.

Emma: "I will cherish it. Thank you, Gilbert."

Gilbert: "You're welcome. By the way, it's handmade by me."

Emma: "I figured as much."

(It's the only ring in the world... I'll never part with it.)

Gilbert: "Now you can’t run away from me forever, can you...?"

Looking at Gilbert's happy smile, I was confident that no matter what happened in the future, I would not regret it.

(So... even if I'm dealing with the biggest villain on the continent, I won't hesitate.)

Emma: "Gilbert, me too..."

Slowly, I remove my hand and walk towards the shadows of the dance hall pillars.

When I was told that the engagement ceremony would be held here, the "gift" was hidden in advance.

(I can also surprise Gilbert with my magic tricks…)

(I can't even make something as nice as an obsidian rose...)

Emma: "Here you go."

I opened the package and held out a necktie in front of Gilbert.

It is a black tie for everyday use, but with embroidery on the end.

The embroidery, which is made of white thread in the shape of a rose, should look like a black rose from a distance.

(Gilbert once told me that the black rose means "you are mine...")

(I really wanted to give it to him as proof of our engagement.)

Gilbert: "… Do you know, Little Bunny? A tie means that you want to bind your partner."

Emma: "I chose it because I know."

(Because you are mine, and I want to bind you forever.)

(I won't let you go away without permission.)

Emma: "Like you, Gilbert, who always binds me, I have no intention of letting go."

Emma: "Don't expect to die easily."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "… Ahaha, I see..."

Gilbert: "I guess so. You don't seem to make it easy for me to die."

Gilbert: "I will live as long as I can."

Emma: "Absolutely."

Gilbert: "… I understand."

Gilbert: "You don't like being lonely, do you?"

Emma: "Yes… Please don't make me feel lonely."

(… Don't disappear on your own again.)

Gilbert's wavering red eye comes closer, and our lips meet again.

No further words were needed from us.

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

König HC’s ii

part one

Back in black bitches, hello again. CW: I make allusions to shooting an orangutan, but none are actually shot. Is that kind of day here at König Brainrot HQ.

Queer.

His name is Leopold Königsbacher bc I feel Leopold is a horrid name to saddle a gawky weird-ass little kid with, and it doesn’t get much better as an adult. Hates being called Leopold or Leo, someone called him Poldy once and he never talked to that person again, but he depending on the person, he will answer to Lee.

I personally see his face as looking something like Jeremy Allen White’s, but y’know. Significantly more roughed up.

Sub-point: he could honestly be any weird lookin’ white guy with creepy eyes, it doesn’t matter.

Unlike the data mined Ghost face reveal, which I love with all of my heart and keep in a locket on my neck, I can’t accept the data mined König face reveal bc it looks too much like dudes I grew up with. All I can think is, “That man has dip in his lip and a spit bottle in his shirt pocket.” Which is a shame bc it is a good face.

Callsigns as I understand them aren’t really supposed to be related to a person’s actual name, but they can be kind of mocking in nature. So I picture him getting König from his last name was intended for mockery and to degrade him. King of a pile of shit, basically.

Hyper aware of doing anything that could be seen as embarrassing by other people. Movements, weird vocal tics or flubs, how he’s standing, what he’s looking at. Breathing. Avoids doing it if he can, but if that’s impossible, he’ll do them aggressively, bc generally people will avoid someone aggro. When an asshole does something embarrassing assholeishly it becomes scary.

Crooked ears.

Just kinda crashing through life with half-assed ideas instead of plans. He was really banking on becoming a sniper, and that achieving it would suddenly kick some enlightenment and maturity into his ass thereby fixing him. Probably expected that he’d have a house, spouse, and fam by now in the alternate reality where he succeeded. Since he didn’t, he’s just sorta fuckin’ around in a holding pattern as a bachelor in a suburban rental he pays too much for.

Ambivalent towards cats. True neutral. Can take them or leave them.

Fuckin’ loves bears though. Loves a dumbass lookin’ sun bear and will chew your ear off with sun bear atrocity stories.

Also is a rat/ferret/lizard/snake dude. Tell me he has any distinct feelings on feeding pinkies to an albino morph ball python and I will assert that he is thinking, “Food für baby 😊”

Oh my god did everyone else know that emojis could get smalled? Am I the last person to find this out?

I’m giving him this one from me too: he will shoot an orangutan on sight. Hates them. Creep him out hardcore. All other primates are good to go, but orangutans are born destined to rot hell.

Starcraft player, former disgusting League of Legends player. S.T.A.L.K.E.R., Metro, and CS:GO aficionado. VTMB and Fallout 1, 2, and New Vegas lover.

Doesn’t fuck with alcohol or alcoholics, but had/has a binge drinking problem - the duality of man. LOOOOVES uppers though, and doesn’t know that Battle Rage is just Military Meth, he’s somewhat strung out on it when he doesnt take leave as often as he should.

Buys shoes and clothes in bulk when he finds them in his size. Has 3 sets of tennis shoes in the back of his closet and 6 pairs of hiking boots/regular boots for KorTac work.

My lunch is getting cold, love you, bye.

[sunmisbf]

anyways bestie oversharing time but yesterday i was telling my coworker (45 yr old man btw like this is important keep that in mind) that i wanted to start working out bc i want to be fit like have abs kind of but not really that extreme so anyways regular conversation about working out right so today he comes in n shows me screenshots of like hyper realistic drawings of skinny women w huge boobs in bikinis n he goes so don’t pay attention to the whole body just the stomach, is this how u want to look? n it was multiple pictures guys n i was thinking in my head like he searched these up thinking about me? made me very uncomfortable. whatever i tell him no not like that bc those r literally drawings not even real women. n then later he made me something to eat n i asked him if he could cut it in smaller pieces n he says why? do u have a small mouth? okay whatever normally i would’ve been like okay stupid ass question but bc of what happened earlier i was like what did he mean by that. was it a sexual joke? AND then later on we were walking towards each other from opposite directions n i didn’t immediately move out of his way n he poked my stomach n i laughed bc what ELSE am i supposed to do? n i asked him why he did that n he said well u didn’t move like why would he even think it’s okay to touch me. anyways that’s weird right like i’m not being dramatic

[desceros]

I am 🫨vibrating out of my skin🫨 thinking about Symphony💜 24/7/366 (bc hey it's a leap year!) so THANKS FOR THAT you absolute degenerate MONSTER /aff

I'm curious, do you have a regular-ish writing schedule specifically for Symphony? For a while there you were posting a new chapter at least once a week (which I consider a god-tier skill btw 🫡). What with December/holidays inexorably derailing everyone's productive habits, it's understandably been a bit longer between updates since the new year.

Are you working your way back to your more "regular" schedule? Or has the biweekly posting become your new "normal"?

↪️ PLEASE know that I in *NO* way intend this to come across as a veiled "hurry tf up im waiting why aren't you spending literally every free moment you have slaving away on this fic for my entertainment?!" I am asking from genuine curiosity as a writer who struggles (epically) with sticking to even a vague blurry image of something resembling a regular writing schedule🙏 ↩️

(also Apologies if you've already answered this question at some point)

😘💋🫶

oh, i don't have any kind of update schedule, hahaha! i write when i have time, and between work and social stuff and wrist issues that keep me from writing some days, that's just not consistent enough for me to have anything written in stone on when i'll drop things.

the times when i've updated symphony more frequently are when i'm focusing just on it; for example when it was my nanowrimo project or here in january when i was trying to push to get to chapter 22. usually though, i like to mix things up a bit so i don't burn out. this means i'll update a chapter of symphony, then write a one-shot or fill some requests or the like. that means a longer gap between symphony updates... but also more one-shots!

so i suppose you could say that this is my "normal" schedule, such as i have one. a symphony update, followed by something else. though there will be times when i'm just SO excited to post for symphony, i'll probably do back-to-back chapters. :D

[shellshocklove]

but that's what i meant about how i feel like i can only write things if they end up either black or white. either he quits or they break up- there is no inbetween. there is no room to give people grace or the benefit of the doubt- bc then that's unrealistic.

The story isn’t bad at all, which is why the ending felt frustrating to some people. The story was so good! Chapter 2 ended in such a devastating way but then, like you yourself said, chapter 3 just felt a bit rushed? You say Joels POV was supposed to explain that the reader didn’t have to worry about anything but Joel being like “I was thinking of her and that’s why I called the other woman sweet girl” just felt like cop out. Like, oh he was thinking about her so it’s all good! And then the reader was literally packing her bags after Joel was being an asshole again with her uncle and then they have a quick convo, they fuck and then it’s over.

And there is room to give people grace, it doesn’t have to be black and white or whatever. But why is it unrealistic for Joel to quit his job but not unrealistic for the reader to quit her job and be totally fine with her boyfriend having regular sex with other people. That what I was trying to point out. Realistically, most people wouldn’t be fine with that. (I know there are people that would be but everything from the first 2 chapters feel like the reader wouldn’t be okay with it in the long run)

Nobody wanted to see them break up at the end, there’s so many things in between that could’ve happened to make the ending different. The scene with her uncle and Joel being an ass again felt really off. Their talk was so quick that nothing really felt genuine. Reader could’ve said she’s unsure about his job and he could’ve said “we’ll figure it out” and it would’ve completely changed the ending, without anything being black and white.

I think you’re an amazing writer, you’re brilliant! I was absolutely obsessed with that story when you first posted it and I absolutely loved reading Joel’s brat summer the last few weeks. And I’m so sorry you’ve felt so much anxiety over this story and I’m sorry that I’m probably making it worse with this ask. This isn’t meant in a rude or negative way. I don’t know if you’re unhappy with the story because of the feedback you got or because you did feel like it was rushed in the end.

I just wanna say there’s so many things you can do and write that don’t have to make things black and white. Just don’t get too deep into realism and wanting things to be realistic. Of course the characters feelings and behaviour should be realistic but so often writers get completely lost in the “it should be realistic” thing.

I’m not gonna bother you again after this and I promise I won’t send any ask about the ending of brat lol

I just do wanna say that I love your writing and criticism isn’t always a mean or rude thing. In the end, do whatever you want to do, not what realistically should or could happen.

i don't really know where to begin with this. this anon won't see this because i have blocked them, but i still wanted to respond to this ask either way.

it is completely okay to not like how something is written. and i am not a stranger to constructive criticism, i have gotten my fair share of it in uni, and i've also given it. but there is a correct way to do it, and it shouldn't be given if it's not being asked for. coming into someone elses inbox to tell them how you think their story should have ended, is not okay. i am a regular person. i am not some professional writer, i don't consider myself a writer, and i don't want to be either.

this was my story and i told it the way i wanted to tell it. i was only unhappy with it because of the negative feedback i have gotten about it since it was posted. i used to be very proud of what i'd written, but people like this has ruined that fic and writing for me. i feel belittled and misunderstood, and like this person is out to get me in some way by putting words in my mouth. their version of what the reader-character was okay with and not, does not match what i think and developed for her as the character. i speak from the characters point of view, and anon is speaking from their own point of view with their own biases. in the asks i answered yesterday it was a mistake by me to talk about realism because to talk about what is realistic and not is redundant, because what is realistic to this person is unrealistic to me and vice versa. what i probably should've said was that i try to write characters who have flaws, and doesn't always react in the "correct" way every time, doesn't tell the story truthfully, and misunderstands situations and people's intentions. this is what i think is real. i will always be more driven by character moments and their inner thoughts than what is "happening" in the story.

to end all of this by apologizing to me and tell me how great i am feels so extremely disingenuous and belittling.

"In the end, do whatever you want to do, not what realistically should or could happen." "as long as you’re really truly 100% happy with the ending of brat, nothing else matters! [...] But if you’re truly happy with it, then it’s all good!"

i did do what i wanted to do, but then it wasn't good enough beacuse i was both too unrealistic, and too realistic at the same time. why am i expected to put my time, energy and soul into something for me to then get criticised on it in one sentence and then get told to not let it get to me in the other. by sending an ask like this, acknowledging that they're making my anxiety worse, they know 100% what they're doing.

[morvantmortuary]

if I die young —

(Maxi Morvant x genderqueer!non-binary!Reader)

summary: what’s supposed to be a fun little in-joke between you and your boyfriend turns out to be a whole lot of something else.

warnings: brief discussion of past suicidal ideation on both your parts, some mild angst, semi-songfic to cheesy pop music.

general: ‘rae isn’t it like 3 am your time’ I know I know but listen. like!!! I didn’t even mean for this to occur, I just happened to see this on spotify and thought “oh lol I remember I gave Maxi like an irrational hatred of the original song, this is gonna be hilarious”

and then suddenly I’m hormonal and sobbing on my cat and thinking about how happy I am my high school self didn’t go through with it and how I wish I could tell them everything wonderful about right now, bc I love my life more than I ever have and all of the people here I’m lucky enough to have in it, but I can’t, so I wrote this instead okay?

okay! one full serving of schmaltz, here we go

You were moving so fast through the living room and the kitchen that you almost didn’t feel the familiar little bids for your attention all around you - the whispered pleas, the feeling of a cold bony finger tracing the back of your bare leg. You shrugged them off, getting halfway down the first set of basement stairs before you stopped just in time.

You scrambled back up a few, hitting the button wired into the wall that would ring the little silver bell in the prep room. This was meant, after too many close calls, to let Maxi (or any other Morvants lurking below) that you needed attention in some fashion. He in turn would let you know if it was safe for you to come down without you accidentally walking in on some poor late guest in a state of mid-embalming -

Or… something worse, as was wont occasionally happen here.

Your feet shuffled on the step as you listened, impatient even as you held your breath to try to hear any low chanting or ominous hissing.

“That you, baby?” Maxi called, his voice very much singular and regular. He sounded further back, possibly in the supply room, possibly in the office.

“Yeah!” you called back. You paused, taking stock of exactly why you were waiting with your phone in your hand. “It’s not urgent, really, if you’re busy, I just wanted to bug you with a… curiosity, I guess.”

“Well, how mysterious.” You watched him lean in at the bottom of the stairs from the embalming room door, sleeves rolled up as he wiped his hands on a dark cloth. “Consider mine piqued.”

“I’m not interrupting?” You nodded at the rag.

He shook his head, his crooked smile appearing. “No one needs attendin’ to yet, this was just cleanin’. I’m all yours.”

“Perfect. Okay, so.” You took the rest of the steps in a flurry while you looked down at your phone, pulling up your music app. “You won’t believe it.”

“You scare me when you do that, you know,” Maxi said idly, gesturing for you to enter the prep room ahead of him. “I don’t mean to sound old, but you could always get down the stairs first and then type—“

“You’re so sexy when you worry about the statistics of household accidents,” you joked, glancing up at him with a wry smile. “Anyway, just hear me out on this one. Are your speakers down here bluetooth?”

He had told you early on about his penchant for listening to music while he embalmed, if he was working with a Guest of Honor that wasn’t feeling too chatty. Apparently, when the two of you had started dating (and he was learning everything about you he could find by scouring your socials), he’d first heard a great deal of your favorites down here in the company of multiple decedents.

“Always a promisin’ start to a conversation,” Maxi said dryly, leaning his lower back against the right embalming table. “And yeah. They should be labeled.”

You scanned the menu that popped up when you tried to sync. “Are they ‘Music for dead people’?”

“Naturally.” His crooked smile grew into a grin.

“…And do they ever get to pick?” You looked up, unable to help a grin of your own creeping across your face at the thought. “Or is it always just you making them listen to your stuff?”

“Hey, sometimes it’s your stuff,” he joked. “And no, for the record, I’ve had some make requests. It’s not uncommon.”

You paused, suddenly immensely curious as to the music taste of the newly dead. “…Okay, so that’s a whole conversation I want to have later,” you said, trying to stay focused. “But the thing I came down here for, also very important: what’s your least favorite song in the world, bar none?”

Maxi’s grin thinned. “You know that. I know you know that.” He looked at you over the rims of his glasses, briefly somewhat owlish. “Dare I ask why you led with such a question?”

“I said you’re going to have to hear me out, didn’t I?” You wiggled your eyebrows to invoke an air of mystery.

“You know, Darlin’, you’re makin’ this a very hard sell, whatever it is,” he said, looking amused nonetheless.

“Get this.” You held up a hand for a dramatic pause. “She wrote a part two.”

Maxi immediately scoffed. “How the hell do you write a part two to ‘If I Die Young’? She was already dead in the first one!” He rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “I swear t’ god, if this means I have to listen a whole new wave of maudlin bullshit every time we get some poor young lady in here—“

“There’s only one way to find out.” You held up your phone, your finger hovering over the play button. “Shall we?”

Maxi paused, then looked you over slowly as he folded his arms across his chest. “Are you tellin’ me you ran all the way down here to make me listen to the continuation of my least favorite song ever with you, for your own sick and twisted amusement?”

“Of course.” You couldn’t help laugh as he fixed you with a playfully judgmental stare. “Who else would I share this masterpiece with for the first time?”

Maxi put a hand to his heart. “Lord, it must be true love.”

“I’m not hearing a ‘no’?” you teased.

He sighed theatrically. “Fine.” He pulled you over so you were leaning next to him against the embalming table, looking over your shoulder at your phone. “Let’s see what new terror the lady hath unleashed upon my poor funeral home.”

“She’s already put it out just under her name, not the whole band,” you said, pointing to the artist info. “I wonder if that means they didn’t like it?”

“There’s some story there, I’m sure,” he said idly. “Anyway. Get it over with.”

“You love me,” you reminded him, grinning as you hit the button.

“I do,” he muttered, over the opening strings.

The two of you held eye contact through the first bars, as if daring each other to be the first person to laugh —

And then as it picked up, something imperceptibly began to shift.

“And Lord I’m glad you didn’t

Pay me no attention

When I sent up a prayer of a child’s premonition —“

You were the first to look away, your face suddenly hot.

This wasn’t… what you expected it to be. At all.

“‘Cause I’ve had time to bloom

Plantin’ them roses instead

and I’m changin’ my tune —“

Your face was hot for reasons you couldn’t quite explain.

After a moment, processing what you were hearing, you caught yourself doing some mental math.

You had been young yourself, when the original song first came out. In what felt like another life, you’d sung along when it was on the radio: sometimes at a party with your friends in the ironic feeling of youthful invincibility, or in your car with a sour cast to the chorus as you headed to a job you thought you’d chosen poorly. Hell, on the really bad nights, you’d let yourself cry along to the sappy little tune when it really did feel like it would be better if you didn’t stick around.

Like the best use of your potential was to die young enough to still pass for pretty, with your whole life still in front of you, so you could be remembered for your everything you could have been -

Rather than everything you would eventually fail to be.

“Now I know that there’s no

Such thing as enough time —“

You were aware of the heat spreading over your eyes in a watery film. You held your breath, doing your best not to show that what you’d thought would be a weird funny thing to jokingly bug your partner with was… actually getting to you?

But suddenly you were too conscious of just how you’d changed between the last song and this one. How you couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt totally, inescapably lost, when you spent so long thinking that was all you’d ever feel.

How you’d fallen in love with someone who wanted to share a life and a death with you after so long alone, and built a home with them you were proud of.

“I’ll pass my name on before it’s on my headstone —“

Cold fingers abruptly intertwined with yours, clutching your hand tightly.

Oh. So it wasn’t just you, then.

You heard the soft tap of Maxi’s finger on your touchscreen before he stood up fully, pulling you with him towards a more open part of the floor.

You hid your face in his waistcoat, trying not to let on just what you were going through on your end, but what you’d thought was a hug turned into more of… something with rocking.

Eventually, when you realized what he was doing, you couldn’t help a watery chuckle.

“I thought we agreed we weren’t the kind to dance,” you mumbled, not quite able to meet his eyes yet. You wanted a bit more of a handle on your composure, first. Or any handle on it at all. “Especially after the Masquerade.”

“Hell, this ain’t dancin’,” Maxi mumbled back, and from the way he kept his lips against your hair, you could tell he was maybe trying to get a grip too. “This is more… swayin’. To a beat. Anyone can do that. We can do that, right?”

You smiled despite yourself. “Sure.”

Stretching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he hugged your back, resting your foreheads against one another’s.

For a minute, it was just the cheesy little song on the speakers, and your hearts beating through your chests.

“And I’m so glad I’m here now

Instead of somewhere underground

I think I’ll always wanna stay

I guess it’s too late anyway

to die young —“

You were aware, in the periphery, of the song starting over - meaning Maxi must’ve set it to loop when he reached over to your phone. A soft smirk curled your lips before you realized it, and you instinctively searched for his eyes.

Your chest ached when you found them just as watery as yours, still somehow surprised by this. He managed a wavering fraction of his own smile, rolling his eyes at his tears. “Fine, you got me. You happy?” he joked. “Is this what you wanted? Makin’ me cry in the middle of a work day?”

You laughed, feeling your own tears break the waterline as you did so. “I didn’t mean to, I swear! I thought it was…” You trailed off, your throat trapping your words in the swell of your own feelings.

Maxi pressed his forehead back to yours. “I know.” He reached up with a fingertip, chasing away the tracks down your cheeks. “I know, Darlin’.”

You hugged his neck as hard as you could without hurting him, trying to get the words out.

“…I’m so glad I stayed.” Your voice cracked on the last word, reducing you to a whisper. “I didn’t want to for a long time, when I was younger.” You shook your head without being totally aware of it. “I didn’t think I would make it anywhere close to right now. But I’m so glad I stayed long enough for… all of this.” You gestured around at the prep room, feeling not even a little strange as you did so. “For you. For us.”

“Well, aren’t we a pair?” Maxi’s mouth couldn’t stay steady when he looked at you, so he rested his cheek on top of your head instead. For a long moment, you were lost in his scent, in the warmth of him and the solidity of his embrace before he spoke again.

“I hated who I was for… so long, sugar. What I had to be. I didn’t care if I stuck around. Hell, half the time, I think I was just lookin’ for somethin’ meaner to put me down so hard that it wouldn’t be worth tryin’ to bring me back. Tryin’ to be somethin’, someone… anyone else — it was the hardest thing I ever did. Whatever good I managed, I never thought it was enough. I kept waitin’ for it to all fall apart in front of me.” You felt the faintest trickle of something warm and wet into your hair. “But you make me so glad I tried anyway,” he whispered. “I thank whatever’s listenin’ every day that I didn’t get what I thought I wanted.”

You pushed down hard on the little sob trying to kick its way out of your chest. “I don’t care what you were,” you said, never tiring of repeating this to him. “So long as I get what you are, and what you will be.”

Maxi kissed the top of your head. “You got me,” he said softly. “And you will, always. I can promise you that.”

You leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek and coming away with the taste of salt on your lips. “…Well,” you said, managing to get your voice back to mostly normal. “Sorry I kind of came in and, uh, tanked your productive streak.”

Maxi chuckled low in his throat as he kissed your cheek in turn - where you swear you felt the smallest touch of his tongue, the weirdo. “Don’t worry about it, pretty,” he said, smiling as you laughed. “I got all the time in the world for you.”

So for a little more of that time, the two of you just danced.

Neither of you would admit just how much you liked this stupid song. Not for a good long while, anyway.

if you read this far, as always, thank you for humoring me 🖤 everything feels kind of impossible rn and I have family staying over which triples that feeling, so I just needed something soft :’D

if you want to have a listen for yourself, it probably won’t hit as hard as it did for me while I was PMSing in the wee hours, but feel free!

[thedailybullshit]

So I started Ragnarok last night; here are my thoughts:

I love love LOVE how much closer Kratos & Atreus are instantly shown to be. There’s a huge contrast between their distance in the last game & their easy familiarity in this one.

I’m calling it now but the sled dogs (wolves) are gonna be Skol & Hati.

RIGHT into it w/ Freya to let us know this has been happening for years. I thought it would be the most obvious that bc Kratos killed her son, Freya’s gonna try to kill Atreus. I wasn’t sure she would do that tho, but immediately in her 1st attack she punches Atreus in the face, throws him off the sled, & I think she tried to stab him? It was going really fast so I couldn’t tell but it looked like she tried? So now I’m even less sure. Combat btw is fast paced & engaging.

We didn’t need to start w/ the dog (wolf) dying but okay. Love Kratos trying to help Atreus through his grief in his own way, even if it doesn’t come out quite right.

Also fairly certain that Fenrir was buried instead of burned so they can bring him back intact later on, if that is supposed to be the real Fenrir. Either w/ time travel junk like Jorm or Hel’s death magic.

FAYE?!??! O my god?!??! I’m in love?!?!? Her constantly teasing Kratos IMMEDIATELY after we meet her is just shehfjddjdjdzk?!!?! “Grumbles” duuuude “Am I meant to decipher your grunting?” no I’m definitely in love. It’s so clear that Atreus’s nature as Loki is all her (emphasized by her wearing yellow) & I love it. Also love the callback to the first hunt in the last game when Kratos tells Faye “This is your hunt.” Also can I point out that Kratos saw Faye - same height as him at 7 foot something - perform the same godlike feats of strength as him w/ the same ease & instead of thinking, “Hey I don’t think this woman’s mortal,” thought instead, “Damn, Scandinavian women are built differently.” BRO SHE LIFTED A TREE & then spooky shit happens.

OH SO WE’RE IMMEDIATELY ADDRESSING KRATOS DEAD ON THE WALL, OKAY

“Why won’t this bear fucking die?”

“HOLY SHIT IT’S ATREUS NO”

“Oh he can heal, it’s okay. Also HE CAN SHAPESHIFT THE LOKI POWERS ARE COMING IN YES”

“Kratos was seconds away from killing his other child.”

Speaking of which, Atreus has gotta find out at some point in the game that Kratos had a whole other family. Idk if it’ll come from Kratos but there’s a huge possibility that it won’t. Clearly the Aesir know the gist but if they know he killed his family then Atreus could find out this terrible info from a terrible source at a terrible time.

Speaking of the Aesir, I somehow missed Thor’s height. I thought Tyr was tall but holy shit, Thor’s gotta be like 9 feet. Love everything about this version btw; design, voice, characterization are all on point.

Odin was a bit underwhelming, he kinda looked like a Pope, but I think that’s the point. Odin in Norse myths has a habit of going out in disguise to get people off their guard so it makes sense that this Odin wouldn’t be an imposing figure. Few outside the Aesir would get to see that.

Atreus is looking for Tyr & pretty close to finding him too, nice. Not so nice that Odin & Thor know about it.

HOLY SHIT THE SCRIPTED DEATH THAT TOOK YOU TO A MENU & THE RESURRECTION?!?! What a mindfuck. I’m not ready for the rest of this game.

I don’t think Atreus declined Odin’s invitation to Asgard. Not a good thing given Thor saying that Odin’s got plans for him, those plans likely being execution bc Ragnarok doesn’t happen w/out Loki. What else are you hiding Boy?

Atreus taught Kratos how to read runes & I just think that’s sweet.

Kratos & Mimir really are just coparenting huh.

I thought that what turned out to be called a stalker was gonna be a full on character, not just a regular baddie. Little disappointed. She looked cool tho.

God I missed the dwarves. Sindri tryna act like he hasn’t been helping Atreus, then cowering from Kratos when the truth comes out & Atreus having to get between them (fairly certain that Kratos was partially fucking w/ him tho). & Brok saying to Atreus “What’s that doing in my workshop?” & KRATOS NOT GETTING THE JOKE “That is my son.” THE INTERACTIONS BETWEEN THESE 5 ARE GOLD & I’M SO GLAD KRATOS ATREUS & MIMIR ARE BEING PUT UP W/ THEM.

We’re less than 2 hours into the game & most of the stuff in the trailers has been shown or referenced already. So as stated above, I’m not ready for the rest of this game.

[kimbapisnotsushi]

I loved your mujinazaka headcanons! Do you have any for kamomedai?

OH DO I EVER

hoshiumi's dream is to parkour up the school building and all the way up to the roof. the rest of the team has held secret meetings to discuss the pros and cons of letting him do this and whether or not they could successfully help pull it off

liam's irrational fear is that hoshiumi will one day piss someone off so much that they will try to step on him and liam will be the only one around to stop it

liam, internally: "i can't. i just can't. i'm so fucking small. what the fuck am i supposed to do. how do i, a little guy, stop a third year with biceps bigger than my head from squishing hoshiumi-senpai like a bug. it's not physically possible. i should just let it happen. but then we wouldn't be able to play volleyball anymore. also it would make hakuba-senpai and hirugami-senpai really sad. but i'm so LITTLE - "

this is a scenario he thinks about a lot btw

i really like liam and bessho being together bc a lot of hq!! dynamics is made up of one super weird guy and one non weird guy but liam and bessho are just super extremely weird on a regular basis and even more so together

(this is disregarding the mcs and exclusive to the sides bc like. we all know the mains are also weird as hell LMAO)

liam, introducing himself to the team: "hello my name is tokura liam and - " hoshiumi: "YOU'RE THE GUY FROM ONE DIRECTION"

god i'm so sorry for all the liam headcanons i just really love him okay

also suwa i really love suwa 10/10 captain he deserves all the hugs

suwa becomes friends with daichi and almost cries because daichi GETS it

they talk about the underclassmen like they're babies

daichi: "yeah i got like zero sleep last night because hinata kept waking up to go to the bathroom and couldn't see so he kept tripping over everyone and nearly kicked me in the balls" suwa, shaking his hand: "welcome to the club soldier"

kanbayashi, kamomedai's local himbo,

it's not hakuba bc hakuba is not pure of heart he makes dick jokes more than anyone else on the team

(he has made one dick joke in his whole life)

((kamomedai is full of sweethearts and i stand by that))

bessho gets a lot of confessions so cue the tokubessho fake-dating to get people off his back

the reason why someone told nozawa he wasn't popular is bc he smiles like he knows something about you that you don't and it freaks people out

hirugami, on the inside: "i love you. i would give you the world if you asked. you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. nobody makes me happy the way you do. i want to stay by your side forever. you're the light of my life and every day i thank the gods that you're here with me." hirugami, on the outside: "kourai i'm begging please do not call the opposing team's captain a 'squirrelface with a fifty-meter stick shoved up his ass'"

[strawberrys-starship]

So I watched Star Trek 2009 again and decided to do some more in depth note taking this time around, and decided to post it here. I'll be honest though most of it is me pushing the mcspirk agenda and complaining about the uniforms

Disclaimer! This constrains spoilers for this movie and also Star Trek into darkness, I will also say here that I am an autistic queer man, and I refer to a lot of Spock's behavior as autistic, if that is something that makes you uncomfortable them maybe you should skip this post.

Also the spacing is weird but I'm not gonna fix it, sorry :/

Anyway! Onto the post itself.

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So I'm watching this movie again, I feel like I will like it much better now that I have my own twisted perception of this movie 👍🏻

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It's unfair the amount of power this soundtrack has over me

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This movie is truly beautiful, the uss kelvin is a gorgeous ship

And the sounds?? Ugh, I love it

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I love the fake out they did there, I know so many old trekkies in the theater were like "THERE THE ENTERPRISE!!! LOOK AT HER!!! THERES THE BRIDGE!!! Oh wait..."

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I love the funky shape the kelvin has

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Ok so, what era are these uniforms supposed to be in? It's not the same ones from Archers days, and even though this is *technically* the point where the timeline diverges, these uniforms had to be canonical in the prime timeline too bc obviously hey were wearing them before they discovered the anomaly.

I'm guessing they just wanted to show that it was in the past? I'm pretty sure these uniforms were invented for this movie specifically.

We're only 1 minute and 43 seconds in.

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Yea that ship is pretty damn scary

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Oh em gee is Chris Hemsworth, wonder what he's doing here

Side note, when I first watched this I thought he was actually Chris Pine, but I kept going like "hmmm something ain't right here" yeah doofus you got the wrong Chris

It's even funnier when u know that I'm actually a big MCU fan and did a whole marathon of all the movies like a year ago, just full on did not recognize Chris Hemsworth

("Wow Lynsey, you're an MCU fan? How cringe!" Yeah whatever I know, I know, it's got a million and ten problems with it, but hey I love a good fix-it)

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Fucking side note- this opening battle scene is gruesome as fuck, I remember watching this the first time and just being like "damn, three minutes in and already we have bodies flying through space??"

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Ok so is this canonically what future romulans look like?? Bc this is not what romulans look like in any of the other shows, including SNW but that's all in the "past" so...?

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I do find it interesting how many different species they have in starfleet here, because again up until the very minute that wormhole appeared, this was the prime timeline (which begs the question, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO KHAN??) so that means that in TOS they also technically would have had several other species in starfleet at any given time, obviously we don't see that in TOS itself bc of primary budget issues (that's why Spocks makeup wasn't super inhuman and stuff, bc they didn't have the money to put a regular character in super complex makeup every episode) but this little detail opens up a window of possibilities that I find really fun

Like because of this movie, my TOS crew of OC's has an Orion and two Vulcans in their senior staff (I know I know most Vulcans at that time wouldn't be caught dead in starfleet but they're my dollys and I get to decide what they look like!)

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I'm back like, an hour later!

Let's get right to it!

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He really does like like Chris pine, like I'm not going crazy, am I?

Is it just a Chris thing??

But yeah I can see why all the fics are like "Jim looks EXACTLY like his dad" cuz yeah they kinda do look like brothers if nothing else

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Again I wonder what the theater reaction was to that "Kirk!? JIM Kirk?? But I thought he was played by a different blond twink!"

(Listen I'm sorry to say it but Chris Pine was a twink in this movie, it's just the truth! He gets more twunky as the movies go on, though.)

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It's so weird to hear Chris Hemsworth speak with an American accent, or at least his attempt at one

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Do we ever hear about this captain like, ever again?

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I love the romulan language dude

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Wait so do the romulans just straight up not have the eyebrow ridges? Like I think I read somewhere that sometimes they don't have them, but it looks like this entire crew doesn't have them

I'm confused

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All I can hear when I look at Nero is the wackes bonkes audio that was going around on TikTok like, two years ago

Idk he just gives me that vibe

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Spack! :D

Also I'll say right here right now, I do not support this ending for Spock prime!! I will give her a happy ending even if I have to forge it with my own to hands!!

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GASP 😱 we're in the past!

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I hate the fact that I had a Once phase, because all I can see is Emma so to me it's like a really weird crossover fic where Emma Swan and Thors child is Jim Kirk

What a mix

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GASP! 😱 what ever will he do!

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He sounds soooo confident that the baby will be ok

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Them both being blond and blue eyed gives me the ick

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Damn, poor Jim. Now he's got a million and ten allergies.

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Ok ok ok I know this is supposed to be super emotional (and to be fair it is pretty emotional) but with all the fics I've read and fan content I've consumed where Jim's dad dying kinda fucked him over and Winona leaving him as soon as she could just makes me apathetic towards them.

So... yeah.

And I know none of that's canon (I don't think? We'll see as the movie goes on and I remember shit) unless I've missed a book or ten somewhere that provides all this extra information (like where frank came from, sam leaving, basically all the troupes we see with most AOS fics)

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Damn, I gotta say that's pretty traumatizing

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Star Trek!!!

Yep, we just got to the title sequence :)

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Baby Jim!!

Ok so canonically Winona is off planet

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I do love the fact that Jim listens to dad rock. Why? Because I listen to dad rock!! And it's very important to me that Jim does too!!

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Ok so from the fics, that is supposed to be Sam, right?? But is that confirmed anywhere?? Also they never said who was on the phone, I just knew because of the fics

Where did all this extra info come from??

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Oh, nope that's some kid named Johnny oops

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Let's hope that we don't have cops in the 23rd century, thank you.

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The trauma. This kid.

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SPACK!

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If I'm not mistaken (I probably am) this is one f the first good looks we get at an actual Vulcan city, right? Like in TOS we only got the ritual grounds, in TOSM we got the other ritual grounds, and then the other other ritual grounds, but we never really saw a city of any kind, did we? It's been a minute I might be mistaken.

And then in TNG, we only really saw some of Sareks home and not much else of Vulcan, but then again I haven't watch the majority of Trek so maybe in Voyager or one of the other shows we see more

Anyway, I choose to believe that Vulcan cities look way more colorful then this, you can't convince me otherwise!

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When the Vulcan children are in the learning sphere it makes it look like the floor is actually a really big doughnut pan

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BABY SPOOOOOOCK 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

SHES LITERALLY THE SMALLEST BABY IN THE WORLDDDDD HOW CAN YOU BULLY HIM YOU BASTARDSSSS

GAHHHHH I LOVE HERRRR

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My question is what Vulcan would think this is logical behavior. Like I know that they're xenophobic and like obviously they couldn't care less about logic when it comes to that so it doesn't really matter, but you go up to possibly the golden standard of Vulcan ideology and act like that?? And then say he's the one who's illogical and out of place?? Look In a mirror bud.

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BEAR HIM UP! BEAT HIM UP! BEAT HIM UP!

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I don't know how I feel about Sarek being British

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Sarek I'm not entirely sure that's what they intended when they made you ambassador to earth 💀💀 but I see where Spock get her "Ah yes, it is perfectly logical to have sex with my human captain and the CMO, it builds respect and is a great team exercise."

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Sure bitch

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It was so random to cast Winona Rider as Spocks mom, I'm not complaining ofc, I love Winona, but just so random

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See, I can't just let her be killed off when she's that damn nice. I refuse! Amanda lives!

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Idk what kind of gay little outfit this is bust it works for Spock, honestly. Idk I just feel like he can pull it off but if anyone else wore it it'd look ridiculous.

Is that because Spock is my favorite and therefore can do no wrong?

No! Be quiet you!

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YEAAAHHHH!!!! GET 'M SPOCK!!! TELL THEM WHATS WHAT!!! BE A BITCH!!! FLIP THEM OFF!!! TELL THEM WHERE THEY CAN SHOVE IT!!!!

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I literally love her so much.

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The one bar in Iowa 💀

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I never know how to feel about this scene.

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Jim Kirk you literally bitch. I love him with my entire heart.

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Kirk...

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Jim Kirk is a gay bitch (he's bi but still)

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KIRKKKK 💀💀💀

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Ok that was unnecessary. :| fucking 2009.

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Kirk: you can whistle really loud, did you know that?

I... cannot tell you how much Jimby Kirk means to me. Just- he is so absolutely important to my wellbeing. I love him so so so much.

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I want a tiny star ship salt shaker

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It's also very important to me that he rides a motorcycle, because I love motorcycles

Can you tell I'm very heavily attached to AOS Jim Kirk? I don't know how good that is for my health

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WEAR A DAMN HELMET YOU DUMBASS!!! YOU CAN STILL CRASH!!!

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The Enterprise 🥹

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Did they just let him in? No questions?

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BONES! BONES! BONES!

LET ME SEE HIMMMM!!!!

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BONESSSSSSSSS!!!!! THERE HE ISSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

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I just- they all mean so damn much to me

I also identify with Bones so much because I too am a southern queer

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Ok I'm sorry, I love Karl Urban, but again I am a southerner and this accent... 💀 I just can't

It's so damn funny to me

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You look a little love struck there Jimby 🤨🏳️‍🌈

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Ahaha I hope nothing bad is about to happen

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Ok no the romulans do have the eyebrow ridges, they're just not very prominent

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Wakus bonkus

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:( Spock prime

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I'm sure he does, I bet he studies your ass every second he gets 💀💀

Also I paused just as they cut to the scene with Jim and Gaila 😬 that's fun.

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Ok- first off, very interesting that Uhura doesn't even blink at Gaila being in her underwear, but then proceeds to undress in front of her

Gay? More likely then you think.

Also, can they stop making Jim a creep? Thanks.

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Well. I can confirm I am a gay man.

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I love her tone here

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Bones is over this shit

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BISEXUAL BITCHY KIRK!!!

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Jim 💀

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SPOCK SPOCK SPOCK!

THERE SHE ISSSS

LIGHT OF MY LIFEEE

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Kirk 💀 why must you cheat

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I can physically hear Jim's thoughts going "oh no she's HOT" when he saw Spock stand up

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First off- I love how Spocks the type of autistic that makes too much eye contact, like this whole time he's just 👁️👁️ LASER focused on Jim's face

Second, that's a lowwwww blow Spock 💀 damn.

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Gehhsjchdishsjs I feel sickkk

I hate that I know what's coming.

Honestly, I started writing fics just so I can fix this kind of thing, bc in my mind Vulcan is not destroyed! Fuck you!

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(Don't mind me just reading the name plates of all the admirals)

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SEE BONES IS INTO SPOCK TOO!!!

THEYRE ALL GAY!!

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(Ok I need to stop for now cuz it's late and I have things to do, I made it 35 minutes and 29 seconds through!)

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(I'm bAAAaaaack!)

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Bones hair flying in the wind 💀 he looks so disgruntled

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How tall is Chris Pine? I didn't think he was very tall but he towers over this random commander

Maybe that guys just short tho

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Bones, you poor poor fool, you're so in love with Jim. One kicked puppy look and it's all over for you

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Gehhhhh I am not here for the Spock x Uhura relationshipppppp

The worst part is, is that I honestly think Spock and Uhura could work, not in these movies obviously with how abhorrently they write Uhura to be a #girlboss (and then they did the same thing with chapel in SNW) but I think that if it was written by someone who like, actually cared about the characters then I feel like it could work

But also that because I headcanon Spock using he/she pronouns and being just all over the queer spectrum, and I also headcanon Uhura as the number one lesbian of the year, so I think the dynamic between those specific headcanons would be very interesting to see

Anywho!

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Ok now that I'm looking at this relationship through the lens that they are both lesbians I don't mind it as much

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BONES 💀 YOU ARE SO GONE ON THIS MAN

"Just sitting there looking all pathetic" HE IS SO IN LOVE WITH JIM ARE YOU KIDDING ME

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I... fucking love Bones so much. I can't even put it into words

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THERE SHE ISSSSS THE ENTERPRISEEEEE

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It seems my opinion on the new uniforms has not changed. Idk what happened but I just do not like how they redesigned the classic tos uniforms, it feels like they took the sparkle out of them, whatever that means

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Spack! :D

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Ok like. Why do the uniforms just look like a tee shirt and jeans? They don't look like a uniform!!

I also hate the longer cut on the shirt, the higher waist line from tos along with the sleeker pants just looked better to me

ALSO WHY DO THE DRESSES HAVE SHORT SLEEVES??? HOW THE HELL ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO TELL SOMEONES RANK WHEN THEY DONT HAVE THE STRIPES???

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And then the delta just printed all over the shirt but there no texture to it... it's like those cheap bodysuit cosplays you can get online where they just print whatever the character is wearing onto a polyester bodysuit that warps whenever you stretch it too far

And the shirt isn't tailored at all!! It's so baggy!! Like Spock was looking at her station, kinda leaning over, and the collar of his science blues was like sticking out because the shirts fit like shit!

Anyway... I got big feelings about these uniforms

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I ALSO hate how they attempted to make it look like the shirts were sewn like they were in tos (y'know with that weird shoulder seam they had? I don't know the name of it) but then they're actually just sewn the normal way?? So there's like, double the seams??

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Sulu!!

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I literally love the dynamic between Bones and Jim so much. He just knocked him the fuck out without even blinking. I love it

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Chekov :(

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One of my favorite things that Bones does is follow Jim around with a regenerator because he knows that Jim Will Not sit still long enough for him to like actually do his job normally so he's had to adapt

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THAT looked like Jim was gonna kiss him

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Haha..ha... I wonder why they're drilling into the surface of Vulcan... it'll probably be fine...

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Spock is like "what a reckless and intriguing man. I Must Have Him"

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I saw that glance gay boy

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Damn this movie is actually kinda intense

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I hate that I know what's gonna happen

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✨Spock and her autism✨

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THAT WAS A GAY ASS LOOK KIRK

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That guy reminds me of the Skyrim guards

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Godddd that is so damn scaryyyyy

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Fuckkkk that is so. Fucking. Terrifying. Instantly vaporized.

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My question is why didn't they immediately start evacuating Vulcan the second they could

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God. I feel physically sick knowing what's about to happen

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God.

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Gut wrenching.

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Six billion.

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God damn.

On a side note, I find that I don't mind the relationship between Uhura and Spock as long as I imagine that they're either in a QPR or are lesbians

I still don't like how they reduced Uhuras character to being Spock's girlfriend tho, especially in into darkness.

Anyway. I'm still reeling over Vulcan being destroyed. That was fucking devastating. I can't even think about it

This is why 90% of my AOS writing either takes place during the academy or is an AU

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Who the fuck is Nero's actor?? Why do I recognize him??

One sec now I gotta look it up

I looked him up and I literally don't know him from anything except Star Trek, so I guess he just reminds me of someone else but idk who

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Ok but. Romulus was destroyed because the star went supernova, not because the federation or Vulcan went after it, right? Like I'm not misremembering that, am I? Guess we'll see.

Like I know Spock got there too late to save it, but Romulus is still gonna be destroyed?? If anything he just made it far less likely that Romulus will survive now that most of the Vulcan scientists that came up with red matter are dead.

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I fucking hate those thingssss

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I love that Kirk is already in the captains chair, he's just that much of a bitch

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They totally just wrote that in so Spock could nerve pinch someone 💀💀

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Damn. Really just dumped him on an ice planet

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Run bitch!!

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Spock :(

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Oh my god. The look in his eyes. How does anyone expect me to be ok after that.

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Heart wrenching.

Spock hasn't seen her Jim for decades. Possibly even a century. And the first time she sees him again, he doesn't recognize her.

And I know, I know, timeline shit, but like, could you imagine how devastating that is? To see your lost loved one and them just straight up not even know you? And Vulcans feel emotions so much stronger too.

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Yea so see? They didn't personally destroy the planet! It a was natural space disaster! And Nero probably just fucked up any chance of them being saved from it!

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Man, now I want to watch TOS again so I can see Spock happy.

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Spock to McCoy: I understand that James Kirk is a ""friend"" of yours

It's ok you can call them boyfriends

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These southern phrases they have Bones saying are insane 💀 not once during my life as a southerner have I ever heard someone say that, and I hear weird shit come out of other southerners mouths every day. We make shit up, but nothing that damn complicated 💀💀

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SPOCK YOU ABSOLUTE CUNT 💀💀💀

SHES LITERALLY GOT A SMIRK ON HIS FACE RIGHT NOW

I missed bitchy Spock 💕

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WHAT AN ABSOLUTE BITCHHHHHHH

Sorry McCoy I don't think you can come back from that 💀💀💀💀💀 Damn

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Ok no need to be racist McCoy

Or xenophobic, technically

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Oh don't worry Spock prime, Jim's tiny little human arms got the door, just keep on walking down the hall

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SCOTTYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!

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THERES THAT CHAOTIC SON OF A BITCH!!!

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YOU DUMBASS 💀💀💀 I DIDNT KNOW HE USED ARCHERS DOG 💀💀💀

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AOS Scotty is one of my absolute favorite things in the world

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Kirks over this destiny shit, man

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And then Spock prime breaks that rule himself 💀💀 I think she just didn't want to deal with her angsty younger self

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Fuck Spock prime doesn't even know this version of his mom is dead too

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WAHHHHHHAHA 😭😭😭 THAT OLD FRIEND WAS JIMMMMM BECAUSE HE FUCKING CHEATED THE SYSTEM ALL THE TIMEEEEEE

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you got this Kirk, don't worry about it

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There was way more water in that pipe then that

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Spock: un-fucking-believable. He found his way back onto the ship. I Must Have Him.

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Ohhh shit here comes one of my absolute least favorites scenes. THE PAINNNNN

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Oh my goddd like I know why Jim is doing this but it HURTS and it makes me want to DIE

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Oh my god oh my god STOP

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STOOOOP

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GET EM!!! GET HIS ASS!!! SHOOT HIM INTO SPACE!!!

But not rlly cuz I love him

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And that single shot of Kirk changed the entire fandom. For the better? For the worse? Who's to say

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Scotty 💀💀💀💀

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Yeah fair 💀

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Oh my goddd the cut of these shirts bothers me SO MUCH

THEY LOOK AWFULLLLLL

IT LITERALLY TURNS EVERYONE THAT WHERES THEM INTO A SHAPELESS BOX

except if you're a woman, then that thing is tailored to your body like a glove 🙄

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Its guns-UH-blazing, McCoy! Get it right

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I can't explain in but Spock is standing in a very autistic way

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WHAT IS THIS LOOK SHES GIVING KIRK RIGHT NOW

"Vulcans don't show emotion" MY ASS!!! SPOCKS ALREADY SMITTEN!!

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They are standing veryyy close

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OK WHAT WAS THAT SLAP SOUND EFFECT 💀

And Spocks face after 💀💀 pure regret

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Ok no thanks I'd rather not see them make out

😐

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Gaygaygaygay

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Kirk "oh wow that weird, wonder why it called u ambassador, that so random" 💀💀

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YALL CANT JUST STARE INTO EACH OTHERS EYES LIKE THAT WHILE STANDING TWO INCHES APART AND THEN CLAME THAT SPOCK AND JIM ARE 100% CISHET

I WONT BELIEVE IT!!

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Spock finding a chair that swivels on its own fascinating is extremely autistic

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Dude the Vulcan ship is literally so damn cool

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Whys this damn thing got no safety rails?? Isn't this a ship from the future?? I figured you'd be at least a little concerned with safety, holy shit

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I really thought Nero went "FUCK!!!" But he was just saying Spock 💀

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Jimbyyyy Kirk, what a sad lil boy

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And that's how you break several ribs

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Ok damn I got chills when the enterprise appeared

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"Jim!" "Bones!"

HOMOS!

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OH MY GODDDD THEY ARE LITERALLY FLIRTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF MEEEE

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The enterprise looks so tiny

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damn, got chills again

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GAY

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Ok one sec I know that this is like an "omg Spock and Spock are talking!" Thing but-

SEE THEY KNOW HOW TO TAILOR SHIT!! THAT PROFESSOR UNIFORM LOOKS GREAT ON SPOCK!! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WITH THE OTHER UNIFORMS!!

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Spock prime knows exactly what's going on. She really said "that's gonna be one of your husbands, couldn't get in the way of that lmao"

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AGAIN EVEN THE ADMIRAL UNIFORM LOOKS BETTER THEN THE STANDARD UNIFORM!!

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Gay! They are GAY!

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GAY AGAIN!! THEY ARE ALL FUCKIG GAY!!!

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AHHHH THE ORIGINAL INTRO ;;;0;;;

IM NOT CRYING YOURE CRYING

also that was the end of the movie! I didn't time myself this time around, but I would say all in all it probably took me like three hours to watch this movie, maybe more

Anywho! Maybe I'll watch into darkness again soon so I can cringe (not that I don't like the movie, it's a fun time, but there are some bits that are just... yikes, y'know? Namely Khan)

[vanillavagrant]

Out of Leon's clutch, which siblings, including the twins and Jack, are/were the most well-behaved and who are the naughtiest, from one end of the spectrum to the other? Nathan seems like he gets into the most trouble lately - after Jack, whose crimes are multiplying lmao - but that's understandable bc he's jealous of Bram, and even negative attention from Daddy is better than none. Do the older siblings ever discipline the younger ones? Are they even allowed to? Which begs the question, do the twins ever have to face Leon's wrath if they step out of line?

So...

I got a little carried away and made an entire chart for this. And I decided that one dimension of naughtiness was not enough.

Sarah is the most well-behaved. She's actually a warden in training.

Rebecca is also very well-behaved, but she's more adventurous than her twin-sister. She definitely did some things she wasn't supposed to do on Earth.

Theresa is well-behaved. She knows good behavior pays off in the long run. However, she doesn't listen blindly to Daddy, which is going to pay a more important role later in the story.

Hannah is also considered a good girl, but she has a very strong sense of things being "right" and "wrong". She doesn't automatically agree to whatever Leon does on the regular, but she also values the routine they have at home.

Nathan is a Daddy's boy, but as you said he does it to the point where it results in negative attention.

Adrian does what he's supposed to do for the most part. He gets in trouble at school because he's understimulated, actually, and he thinks the teachers are annoying because they won't go more in-depth on the topics they cover.

Mariel is practically in the same boat. She likes her siblings, and also sleeping, food, and play fighting with them (if anyone else messes with her siblings though, she's a bit of a mama bear. "Don't you call my sibling stupid! Only I am allowed to call them stupid!"). She mostly gets into trouble for not minding her manners / forgetting Leon's rules.

Bram, Mr King of denial and Jumping onto unfinished plans. His reasons for running away are purely selfish, unlike Jack who does have his reasons. Jack is kind of fed up with Leon infantilization though, and doesn't mind speaking up. Now that Bram has "accepted" his fate his track record is going to become way more clean. So Jack does end up at the bottom, I'd say.

Whew, that was a long answer, and the question was really fun!

Do the older siblings ever discipline the younger ones? Are they even allowed to?

All siblings are expected to report back to Leon if anyone misbehaves. While Rebecca was babysitting she was allowed to put them in time-out, but spankings are reserved to Leon. I think, if the twins happened to swat their younger siblings Leon would allow it if the reason is good enough. Ex. They did something dangerous, or fought with one of their siblings. But if one of the tinies tried smacking someone they would get smacked themselves.

Which begs the question, do the twins ever have to face Leon's wrath if they step out of line?

If they did something very bad, like how Jack went AWOL, they would definitely get spanked. I think Rebecca and Sarah are too old for ever being shrunk again though. (I haven't really nailed down how the angels develop their powers 😅) He'd spank them for wearing mini skirts or watching porn, if he ever caught them doing it.

Thank you for the ask, Cal!