#lotta good it did him lmao

[kamoegoi]

hello i came back from playing my local store championship last night the format was modern and i dont play that format but the modern burn deck has a lot of cards in common wit the pioneer burn deck so we shuffled some cards around and were off to the races.

so the thing to know about me is that th emajority of my collection was from when i was like 10 and drafted every friday night as a kid and played vintage on tuesdays with the burn and stompy decks i built with my winnings from draft. so funnily enough, i actually own blood stained mires and sacred foundries and over time ive bene building up more of the red/white lands so i can eventually try either the convoke or heroic decks in pioneer, but i havent tracked down any of the actual white cards yet. it didnt make sense to splash white in my list for modern without any boros charms or literally any of the sideboard tools (good or otherwise) so i just put my searing bloods into the boros charm slot and left in eidolons. people love resolving ragavan and scam has plenty of things to searing blaze/blood. this will be great.

round 1 - eldrazi tron

reader all of their creatures are bigger than searing blaze/blood and my eidolons are actually just 2/2s that hurt me. i do not own blood moons, so i bring in smash to smithereens for the inevitable chalices and i bring in the kari zev expertises that i thought would be funny to resolve against murktide. in game 2 i manage to shoot my opponent down to single bolt range, but i forgot that karn can animate the one ring, so my opponent untaps and beats me to death with their ring. womp womp. game 1 i definitely had a chance to win, but i popped my only mire early to double spell, trapping a searing blaze in my hand. i died with that searing blaze in hand, facing down an opponent with a lot of eldrazi in play and 3 life. lesson learned. 0-1

round 2 - boros burn

seems like a nice guy! i stuff him game one with the good ol 7 bolts gameplan and game 2 he gets a little ahead on board against me, so i have to start blocking. my block buys me the turn i need to suspend two rift bolts with him at 12 and me with two more castable bolts in hand for when i untap. i am on 6 bececause of my very inspired choice to leave ramunap ruins in the deck in lieu of the horizon lands i dont own. opponent is only able to suspend a single rift bolt for his turn. i untap and burn him down. opponent saw 0 of his sideboard pieces. i had 0 sideboard pieces to put in. thats magic. 1-1

round 3 - boros burn

i know this opponent! we've drafted at a differet store in the city! anyways he kicks the ever loving shit out of me. this guy is a Burn Player. my last opponent also said he has been a burn player for years, but his deck didnt give him the opportuinity to leverage that experience it seems like. but r3 opponent? he knew when he was free to start shocking his lands in and he held back his creatures when he realized i was playing so many searing bloods/blazes so that i would be able to use all my mana efficiently and all of his turns seems perfect. absolutely stomped. 1-2

round 4- eldrazi tron (how???????)

i also know this opponent! i have like the worst record against this guy. i do what i can, but my bloods/blazes are poorly positioned against even his higher creature desnity version of this deck. he manages to chalice on 1 and 2 in game 2 and my only out is to draw my second copy of kari zevs expertise (drew the first one and used it to attack for lethal that made him trade his stolen thoughtknot seer with his other thoughtknot seer) and for him to resolve a 4 power creature or better that isnt thoughtknot seer, unless i am still in top deck mode wherein he has to play the seer AND THEN i draw expertise off the top the turn after. i was also playing extra mountains instead of sving them for blazes because he had shown me an ulamog in game 1 so i stayed on 4 lands with extra lands in my hand so that if he resolved ulamog, i could play my 3rd land and kari zev immediately if the opportunity presents itself. all of this was while he had an unopposed matter reshaper in play, so i had 4 turns to find the last copy of a card in my deck with about 40 cards left. my opponent even cast an ulamog for the style points so the stars were aligned. reader, they were not that aligned. 1-3

hey what can you do. it was nice getting a lot of opponents i recognized and the event was only 4 rounds (great turnout for modern!!!) so it was way less stressful. bummed i didnt manage to pull down one of those new eidolon promos but hey what can you do. i went in with a janky list and all of the games were p fun in spite of that so no complaints. honestly i spent the majority of the night talking to this guy who had shown up to ask about how to play magic actually, so i tried to be as good as a teacher as i could under the circumstances. in-between rounds he actually brought back a custard bun for me (because i was being so helpful i guess?) from the chinese bakery nearby which was very sweet of him

[atlabeth]

weight of the world

series masterlist

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader

summary: percy returns to camp after a successful quest. luke battles his guilt.

a/n: a lot of you guys seemed to like the percy pov and the pure angst of luke doing all this stuff to his first love's brother percy jackson instead of just percy jackson and first and foremost i would like to say you're all crazy but i also agree. so here you go. title from the jon bellion song

wc: 5.6k

warning(s): reader is dead (i feel like i have to tag this every time lmao). angst made angstier with fluffy flashbacks. tlt betrayal scene (pit scorpion edition). everyone is so sad

When Percy returned to camp with Annabeth and Grover, they were hailed as heroes. 

It might not have felt like it on the road, isolated with just the three of them, but they’d prevented a third World War. They certainly stopped camp from getting destroyed, if what Luke told them was true about the cabins taking sides. 

Burning their burial shrouds felt even better, especially with the Ares cabin’s expert craftsmanship. Apparently it was a tradition because demigods died so frequently on quests—Percy took pride in breaking that unsettling standard. 

It turned out all he needed to come into his own was to go on a quest everyone thought would kill him and not die. 

He excelled during his sword fighting lessons—going against a god would do that for you—he’d gotten much better at using his powers—going against a god would also do that for you—and his team always dominated on the lake during races, though that might’ve just been him cheating. 

He’d even started getting used to the Poseidon cabin in all its emptiness. It still felt too lonely, but he was working on it. The first thing he did when he got back to the cabin was pin your photo on the wall—Cabin Three belonged to you as much as it did to him.

And of course, everyone wanted to hear about how Percy saved the world. He’d told the story of his quest about a hundred times since he got back, sometimes with Annabeth piping in to set the record straight, sometimes with Grover dramatically setting the scene, always with a million different questions in between about how everything went down. 

Tonight was no different in the amphitheater—a group of Athena kids wanted to hear about his fight against Ares again—but he managed to get out of giving them the excruciating play-by-play courtesy of campfire songs. Percy didn’t really mind, though—any night with a large, golden fire was a good night in his books. 

Which was kind of how he ended up giving Luke the play-by-play of his quest. Maybe it was bragging, but he hadn’t seen who he considered his first friend at camp in a while. And yeah, sue him, but he wanted to impress Luke. He was cool and nice and good at everything, and Percy wanted to prove he’d made him proud. 

“—And I thought I didn’t stand a chance, but she taunted me and told me to jump into the water if I was really Poseidon’s kid. So I did, and it worked, and somehow I lived.” Percy shook his head with a slight laugh. “It ended up all over the news. I was a nationally wanted criminal for a couple days. We also blew a bus up, and rode with a zebra and a lion to Vegas, and went to the Underworld— gods, we did so much. It was crazy, honestly.” 

Luke chuckled. “I’m sure.” 

Percy glanced over at him, his brows creasing when he saw his distant gaze. He didn’t think Luke heard a single word. “You good, man?” 

He blinked and focused back on Percy, and though he smiled it was strained. “Yeah. Sorry—spaced out for a second. You were talking about your quest?” 

Percy nodded slowly. “Yeah. The whole criminal thing.” 

His smile turned a little more genuine. “You made front page news, too. I think you became the idol of a lotta kids here.”

“Oh, god,” he said with a frown. “You guys get news here?” 

“Couple New York papers,” he nodded. “You’re camp-famous.” 

Percy huffed a laugh and shook his head. “It feels crazy. I just got here a month ago, and everything’s already changed so much.” He looked over at Luke. “What did you do after you got home from your quest?” 

“...It takes some getting used to,” he admitted with a shrug. “I mean, getting to camp after so many years on the road was rough—coming back to camp after getting this—” he tapped his scar— “didn’t help.” 

“How did you get that?” he asked. 

“You’re always trying to get the saddest stories out of me,” Luke said wryly. “You know you can read books, right?” 

“I can’t, actually,” Percy said. "Not well."

Luke laughed and shook his head, his gaze falling back to the fire. Percy took it as him moving on. 

“I— I know I’m kind of proving your point, but… I wanted to ask you if I could have a couple more pictures” Percy cleared his throat, brushing a few dark strands of hair out of his face. “Of my sister, I mean. Obviously, you have way more of a right to them than I do, but— but Cabin Three’s a little bare. I thought adding a couple current things to the old stuff she put up would be nice.” 

His throat bobbed, and it took him a second, but he nodded. “Yeah. Yeah— sure.”

“Tomorrow after breakfast?” he asked. “I’ve got some free time before I have to go down to the forge.”

Luke nodded again. “Sure. You still have that picture I gave you?”

“Of course,” he said. “I already put it up on the wall. Do you want it back?”

His smile was bittersweet as he shook his head. “Nah. Like I said, you deserve to have a piece of her with you. And I’m sure she’d say the same.”

“I asked my dad about her, y’know,” Percy said. Luke’s eyes widened a bit as he looked back at him. “I went to Olympus on my own to return Zeus’s bolt, and the two of them were there. My dad and I got some alone time, and…” he shrugged. “I already annoyed two gods that day. Figured a third wouldn’t be that crazy.”

“What did he say?” 

“That it was one of his greatest regrets,” Percy said. “And he’d never forgive himself for letting her die, and for what it did to her mom.” He glanced at Luke. “And to you.”

Luke’s chest stilled, his gaze going out of focus for a moment as a muscle worked in his jaw. He hid it well, but Percy knew. He’d spent enough time at home with his mom and step-dad, overheard enough one-sided arguments. 

“You’re braver than me,” he finally said, and he stood up. “I’m gonna turn in—it’s been a long day.”

“I’m sorry, Luke,” he said. “And Poseidon is too, for whatever it’s worth.” 

Luke didn’t look back at him as he started towards the path. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Percy.” 

-

“Are you sure you’re allowed to put lights up?” Luke asked. 

“Okay, Chiron,” you said cloyingly. “I didn’t know you were such a stickler for the rules.” 

“I’m just worried about fire safety!” he exclaimed. “The Hephaestus kids nearly burn down their cabin at least five times a week.” 

“They’re working with actual fire. These are just Christmas lights.” You glanced down at him and he handed you the next strand. “Besides, this is the safest cabin for possible fire hazards. And they look pretty—that’s all that matters.” 

Luke chuckled as you hung them up, and he took a step back as you jumped off the chair and moved it to the other side of the room. You usually hung fairy lights, but with the holidays just around the corner, you wanted to make the place more festive. You asked Luke if he wanted to hang out with you while you decorated, and he obviously accepted. He took all the time he could get with you. 

“It’s so quiet in here,” Luke said as you got back up, taking the next strand with you. “I’m not used to an empty cabin.” 

“That’s what happens when you’re not supposed to be alive,” you mused. 

“You of all people can’t say that.” He huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Do you ever get lonely in here?” 

“‘Course not,” you said. “I’ve always got you following me around.” 

“Can you blame me?” he asked. “Your company’s the best.” 

You grinned and looked back down at him, and Luke gave you the next string of lights. “Or maybe you’re just a little crazy. You’ve gotta be to spend three years on the road with me.” 

“Being around you is what’s kept me sane,” he corrected. “Especially in the Hermes cabin of chaos.” 

You got up on your toes and lifted a leg up so you could lean to reach the last hook. “Oh, come on. Your siblings are so fun to be around!” 

“Maybe in small doses,” he said wryly. “And be careful, gods—” 

You looked down at him, your grin only growing. “Are you saying you’re worried about me?” 

“Always,” he said, still watching you, “but the last thing you need is to break your leg.” 

“It’s a five foot fall, Luke,” you said, amused as you got back on even footing. You hopped back down and tilted your head. “I’ve survived much higher falls.” 

Luke frowned. “You don’t get to joke about that.” 

“I thought you were dead too,” you defended. “That means it’s fair game.” 

His chest twisted. He’d played that day over in his head thousands of times since he first lost you, wondering if he could have done something different or if he should have searched more—he stayed in those woods for a week and a half searching for you before another monster attack forced him out of the area. It was the whole reason he came up with a designated meeting area with Thalia and Annabeth if they got separated—he never wanted to lose someone again the way he lost you. 

He shook his head with a sigh. “Sometimes I still can’t believe it, y’know? 

“Thank my dad,” you said. “I would have died if I didn’t fall into water. And he’s the reason I got to camp.” 

He’s also the reason you ended up on the streets in the first place, Luke wanted to say, but he held his tongue. You’d never shared his disdain for the gods, and he didn’t want to spoil your mood with his bitterness. 

So he doesn’t. He tilted his head and focused back on you. “Do I ever tell you how thankful I am that you're still alive?”

You smiled as you pushed the chair in front of your desk. “I could always stand to hear it more.” 

“Well, I’m thankful that you’re alive,” Luke said. He could have stared at your smile forever. “Mourning you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” 

“With any luck, you won’t have to do it again,” you joked. “I get it, though. Sometimes it feels like a dream. I thought I was hallucinating when you came over that hill.”  

The best and the worst day of his life—he found you again and lost Thalia in the same five-minute span. It wasn’t fair—Luke had told Thalia so many stories about you, and she was the one that brought him back from the edge your supposed death sent him to. On his worst days, Luke blamed himself for both. 

“Luke,” you said, jarring him out of his thoughts. “What do you think of the lights? Tacky, or festive, or both?” 

He blinked, then took a step back with you so you could get the full view. He nodded. “Festive, definitely. Where’d you even get them?” 

“The Big House attic,” you said. “It’s not just full of Oracles and spoils of war.” 

He chuckled. “And how did you convince Chiron to give you those?” 

You shrugged. “You know I’m persuasive.” 

Luke shook his head. “I’m jealous. No one else really gets to decorate their place like this.” 

“No siblings means full creative control,” you mused. “And Big Three dad means a big cabin all for me.” 

“And yet you still get a twin bed,” he said with a smile. “We’re all equal, really.” 

“Like you wouldn’t prefer a full.” You fluffed your pillow then set it back down. “You spend as much time in here as I do.” 

“Can you blame me?” Luke shrugged. “There’s no privacy there. We can get away with basically anything in here.” 

“And because you love me,” you said cloyingly as you rustled your hair with his hand. 

“Yeah,” he said with a smile. “I really do.” 

Your smile widened and you gestured at your box of decorations. “Wanna prove it, loverboy? Help me get the rest of this up before sword lessons.”

“Y’know, I’m leading them today,” Luke said, picking up a stack of snowflake cutouts. He was pretty sure you just took all the rejects after you were in charge of the crafts for a week. “Technically, that means we’ve got as long as we want.” 

“Oh, Luke Castellan,” you said airily, pressing a hand to your chest. “You know the way to my heart.” 

-

“Oh,” Percy said. “Wow.” 

“Yeah. And this is only one of them.” Luke set a cardboard box full of things on an empty bed and sighed. “She made this place her own while she was here.”

Percy took out a stack of baseball cards on top—Red Sox, of course, the only bad thing about you—and shuffled through them. “Everything’s a little dusty.” 

“No one really wanted to come in here after she died,” Luke said. He had a tangled mess of Christmas lights in his hands. “All this stuff stayed up for a year or two before I took it all down.” He huffed a mirthless laugh. “You’re probably the only one apart from me to be in here since she left.” 

Percy set the cards down. “Do you mind if I put some of it back up?” 

Luke glanced at him. “Why do you always ask me? This is your place.” 

“It’s not just my place,” he said. “I… I want to make sure I’m honoring her well. And I don’t wanna make it harder for you. Especially if you took it down for a reason.” 

Luke was silent for a moment as he stared at the lights. He brushed off some dust with his thumb. 

Percy felt bad for pushing the matter every time he was around Luke, but there was a tug inside of him—an innate need to know more about her, a desperation to honor her life despite never meeting her. 

“I appreciate it,” he finally said. “But go for it, man. You don’t have to get my permission.” 

Percy nodded, and he took a poster out, wedged in the side of the box. A Blondie poster, based off the huge block letters above a blonde singer stylized in pop art. It had a torn corner, and bits of tape had been folded over some parts of the edges. 

Luke chuckled. “She was a huge Blondie fan. She brought her Walkman when she ran away—I lost count of how many times we listened to Parallel Lines. Definitely put that one back up.” 

Percy nodded and set it on his bed. He looked at the lights in Luke’s hand. “Why’d she have those?” 

“She loved to light the cabin up,” he explained. “Said it made it feel more homey, and she liked to change it with the seasons. And when she enlisted the Aphrodite kids, it was like a— a HomeGoods warzone.” Luke shook his head with the most genuine smile he’d seen all day. “She really was something special.”  

Again, Percy’s heart clenched. It wasn’t fair he only got to learn about you through stories, only through the past tense. If he could get his mom back, why the hell couldn’t he get you back? Why couldn’t his dad have stepped in? 

What good was regret when you have all the power in the world to stop it? What good was being a god if you couldn’t save your family when it mattered most? 

“Y’know, I decorated this place a million times with her,” he said, and Percy was thankful for the interruption with his thoughts. “She wanted it to be a welcoming cabin, open to the whole camp if they ever got homesick.” 

“So the opposite of what it used to be,” Percy said wryly. 

“Yeah,” Luke nodded. “You two are the first Poseidon kids in a long time because of the oath—it was just here for respect. She didn’t just make it into her home, she made it into a home for anyone that needed some extra warmth.” 

Percy looked around, trying to imagine you and a younger, unscarred Luke putting all this stuff on the walls, him helping you hang Christmas lights. You sitting on a bed, maybe what he’d chosen as his bed, talking a younger camper through their fears or their homesickness. You forcing the innate coldness of Cabin Three out and replacing it with warmth of your own. 

“Did you bring any pictures?” he asked. 

Luke nodded again and took a few out of his pockets, offering them to Percy. He took the one sticking out the most and smiled a bit. 

“Very Poseidon of her,” he commented. 

“She loved the beach,” Luke said, smiling wistfully. “No matter what state we were in, she would always try to find one. We could’ve walked twenty miles that day, and the moment she stepped into the water she would be good as new. I should’ve known who her dad was a lot sooner.”

Percy’s hand lingered on the picture he’d just put up. You stood on a sandy shore with your arms spread and head tilted back, and you looked wholly in your element. 

He wondered what you would think of Montauk. 

“This was one of those times?” he asked. 

Luke nodded. “North Carolina. A year and a half in, I think. We missed the East Coast after being in the Midwest for so long, and naturally, she found a beach immediately.” His eyes softened. “She was always so happy around the water, even after she knew what it meant.”

Percy frowned. “What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “Finding out the thing you’ve always loved is the domain of the father who abandoned you is a little rough.” 

Luke always spoke with more nerve towards the gods than any other camper he knew. Funny, considering he was one of the first ones to tell him that names had power.

And he’d been acting weird since Percy got back from the quest. He thought maybe he was jealous, but Luke didn’t really seem like the jealous type—especially when he was already so cool. 

Then again, they did just come back from the brink of a possible world war. Percy should’ve been surprised more people weren’t acting weird. 

His attention drifted to the clock on the wall in the midst of his thoughts—Chiron’s last ditch effort in a camp full of time-blind kids—and his eyes widened. 

Percy muttered under his breath—Annabeth had taught him some Ancient Greek curse words on the road, and he was sure his mom would love them—and looked up at Luke. “Sorry, man. I’ve gotta go. Time really got away from me.” 

“I get it,” he nodded. “Have you gotten any better?” 

He glanced away bashfully. “Not really. But Beckendorf has the patience of a saint. Maybe someday I’ll make an actually functional sword.” 

Luke chuckled, though it was wistful. “Good luck. You mind if I stay here for a bit? I can put up some of her things.” 

“Yeah,” he nodded, “of course. Stay as long as you want.” 

Percy stopped once he got out of the door. Luke’s gaze was glued to a picture of you on the wall, his expression softer than he’d ever seen before at odds with something indistinguishable in his eyes. Again, Percy felt that all-encompassing dread, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. 

He left before it could consume him, but the haunted look in Luke’s eyes didn’t leave his head for the rest of the day. 

-

You took in a deep breath of salty air. The sea breeze blew over you as waves gently rolled into shore, and you smiled. You never felt more like yourself than when you were at the beach, and when you and Luke were constantly on the run fighting for your lives, sometimes you desperately needed to feel like yourself. 

You exhaled long and slow. It had been a particularly rough week—Luke did his best patching up your shoulder, but it would definitely scar—and this was just what you needed to wind down before you started moving again. 

You and your mom went to Cape Cod a lot when you were growing up, and though this wasn’t anywhere close to the same, it made for an alright stand-in.

The click of a polaroid camera interrupted your peace, and you opened your eyes and turned your head to see the culprit. 

“And you made fun of me for constantly taking pictures,” you said wryly. 

Luke smiled. “I made fun of you for taking up valuable space in your bag to bring your camera with you. I can’t not take pictures of you—especially when you’re so photogenic.” 

“Flatterer.” 

“Not if it’s true,” he remarked. He held out the camera to you. “Wanna get any pictures of the sea? You’ve got a better eye than me.” 

“Well, the sea’s a better subject than me,” you said. “Hold onto it.” 

He chuckled and took it back, drying out the newly printed picture. “How’re you feeling, by the way? I know it’s been a hard few days.”  

“Never better,” you said. “I needed a break from the road.”

“I get why you wanted to stop here,” he said. “It’s… calming.”

“Isn’t it?” You spread your arms out, breathing in deep once more. “I always feel better out here. More free.”

Another camera click, and your smile grew. “How do you feel?” 

“Better too, surprisingly. But that might just be because we’re walking instead of running.” You heard his footsteps and he came up next to you. You took the picture he offered and chuckled. You had your head back and your arms spread, soaking up every bit of sun and sea air you could. 

“I look like a stock photo.” 

“Does that mean I can get a job as a photographer?” he asked. “We could use some extra cash.” 

“Half of the pictures are either random parts of nature or me,” you said. “Who’d buy those?” 

“Me,” Luke said. “But I don’t think that would help with our money problems.” 

“All this flattery won’t get you anywhere,” you said. 

“It got me here,” he said. “I think it’s worked out pretty well.” 

You smiled as you looped arms with Luke, and after you gestured with your head, you started walking down the sand together. Whereas you always felt like you were blurting out the first thing that came to mind when you were around him, Luke always knew exactly what to say to make you feel better. “Do you like it here?” 

Luke nodded. “It’s nice. I get why you like the water so much.” 

“At least one beach a week going forward now that we’re on the coast again, then,” you said. “Deal?” 

“Deal,” he agreed. 

“Good,” you said with a smile. “I’ve been wanting to go back to Virginia Beach. Last time, those giant ant things ruined it for us.” 

“Gods,” Luke grumbled, and you felt him shiver. “Don’t remind me of those things. I’ll never forget what their poison smelled like—and I’ll never forgive them for ruining my favorite shirt.” 

“Don’t worry,” you said. “I’ll get you a Red Sox one someday, and it’ll become your new favorite shirt.” 

Luke shook his head. “Your Boston baseball propaganda isn’t gonna work. I was raised as a Yankee.” 

“And I’m here to undo that awful brainwashing,” you said sagely. “Next time we go through Massachusetts, I’ll have to get you one. And we can stop by Cape Cod—I think being close to the water is good for my health.” 

“And I like seeing you happy,” he mused. “So I guess it works out for both of us.” 

You laughed. “We’ll have to stop at a music store before the day ends, too. I’ve nearly worn out my Cyndi Lauper tape, and I need to get some new ones. You should pick out an album you like too.h” 

“‘Course,” he said. “I think we’ve got some extra cash saved up. And if we have to—” 

“We shouldn’t steal anything yet,” you interrupted. “I don’t wanna get the cops on our backs so soon.” 

“You say that like I would get caught,” Luke remarked. “It’s literally in my genes. I’m making my father proud, and I’m helping you. I see no reason not to do it.” 

“Cool it,” you said. “We’re not becoming Bonnie and Clyde at the ripe old age of eleven.” 

“Fine.” You couldn’t see it, but you could sense his smile. “I’ll hold off. For now.” 

That got another laugh out of you as you leaned your head against his shoulder. It felt like you’d been on the run for a week straight—this was the best break you could have asked for. Maybe the sea was good for your health, you thought. Or maybe it was just Luke. 

Either worked for you. 

-

Percy could hardly breathe as he stared down at the scorpion, slowly inching its way up his pants leg. It wasn’t every day one of your friends betrayed and tried to kill you in the woods, but this seemed like the year he started checking things off his bucket list. 

“So this was your plan all along,” he said, attention split between the pit scorpion and the traitor. “Gain my trust, send me to Tartarus, start a war for Kronos.” 

The air got colder, and Luke tilted his head. “You should be careful with names.”

“And you should do the job yourself,” he challenged. “You want to kill me? Fight me like a man.” 

“I’m not Ares,” he said tartly. “You can’t bait me.” 

“So you’re a coward too?” Red hot anger rose within him, and the words left him before he could really think about them. “Did you also lie about my sister? Got a hobby of killing Poseidon kids?”

“Zeus got her killed, Percy!” Luke yelled. There was something wild in his eyes as he gestured with his sword. “I loved her more than anything—I held her as she died, and your dad let it happen. If it weren’t for the gods, both her and Thalia would be alive!” 

Maybe it was a good thing Percy didn’t know that until now. If he knew the king of gods was responsible for his sister’s death, he would’ve gotten himself burnt to a crisp on Olympus. 

“This isn’t what my sister would have wanted,” he said. “She—”

“Don’t you dare talk about her!” His voice continued to rise. “You don’t know her— you don’t know what she would have wanted!” 

“She couldn’t have wanted this!” he exclaimed. Percy’s breath caught momentarily as the scorpion inched closer and he forced his muscles to remain as still as possible as his gaze flicked back over to Luke. “This isn’t the way to fix things, Luke. I promise.” 

He shook his head, and he could have been a son of Ares the way fire seemed to blaze in his eyes. “She died because of Zeus, Percy. She was so close to sixteen, and that meant she was a threat to his power. He sent monsters to kill her, and your dad could have saved her, but he didn’t do a damn thing about it. And y’know,” Luke huffed a laugh, cold and mirthless, “the same thing’s gonna happen to you.” 

His blood had turned to ice. “He knows the pain of losing a daughter. Why would he—” 

“Because they don’t care, Percy!” he yelled, his sword cutting through the air again. “All they care about is keeping their power and their position. Your dad would rather send you on a death quest than stop stroking his ego for one measly second. Hades sent monsters to kill Thalia, and Zeus sent monsters to kill your sister—they can’t punish each other, so they punish us, and the cycle will never stop until we make it stop.”

“And you think that this is the way to do it?” he asked desperately. “By betraying camp and all your friends? We’re in the same position as you are!” 

“And anyone that’s smart will join our cause,” Luke said. “Do you really think I’m the only one that’s upset with the gods? I’ve been here for five years—I’ve seen kids leave for the school year and never come back. I’ve seen kids die without ever being claimed. My own dad turned me away at every opportunity. Our numbers are bigger than you know, Percy.” 

“You say I don’t know my sister,” Percy said, “but I know her enough to know she wouldn’t want this. Not in her name. Not against our father.” 

“You don’t know her at all,” Luke said, voice trembling. “If she knew that Zeus killed her for nothing but paranoia over a bullshit prophecy, she would be fighting against the gods right beside me.” 

“I lost her once,” he continued, shaky but full of anger, “and then I got her back, just to lose her all over again. The gods will never know that kind of pain—if they did, they wouldn’t have let it happen in the first place.” 

The scorpion was at his knee now. Percy was running out of time, and his mind was working in overdrive on how to get more, but he found himself rendered speechless. What could he say to a boy who’d lost everything? 

Luke was the lightning thief, he’d fully intended to kill Percy with those shoes, he meant to turn the gods against each other and raise Kronos, and now he was really trying to kill him.  

And yet, he couldn’t help but feel sympathy.

Percy thought he’d lost his mother, but now she was back. He’d met his father in person. He had a sister he’d never meet, that he would never be able to fully grieve. Luke loved her and grew up with her and grieved her twice.

Percy didn’t care—anyone who his sister loved couldn’t be a bad person. Not fully.  

“Please, Luke,” he said, voice low. “I don’t know how to solve it, but this isn’t the way. You think the gods are using you? Kronos is doing the exact same thing.” 

“You’re twelve, Percy, and you’re already the chosen one,” Luke said. “Hades and Ares would have both killed you if they got their way, and it was your job to stop a war between the gods because they couldn’t see beyond their egos. How is that fair to you?”  

“There was no other choice,” Percy insisted. “If either of them backed down, they would look weak. We’re the only ones that can do quests like this.” 

“Exactly,” he said. “They start petty fights that they can’t finish and it gets taken out on us. We have to be their heroes, and we have to praise them as we die.”

Percy remembered their bus exploding. Medusa, an innocent woman favored by Poseidon and punished by Athena for it. The endless souls in the Asphodel Fields, and even more waiting in line for their chance to be judged. Luke’s quest given to him by his father permanently scarring him, Thalia Grace sacrificing herself for her friends, his sister never getting the chance to see sixteen—Percy himself being used as a pawn to enact Kronos’s plan. 

“You don’t have to be a hero,” Luke continued, almost begging at this point. “You can join our cause—you can prove you’re so much more than the prophecies want you to be. Say the word and I’ll call it off.”

Percy wasn’t exactly the pinnacle of godly respect. He tricked Hades, insulted Zeus, and actually fought Ares. But his dad loved him—or loved his mom, at least. Annabeth’s determination and Grover’s steadfastness and all the friends he’d made at camp—all innocent children like himself. He couldn’t turn his back on that. 

Percy clenched his jaw. “I will never serve Kronos.”

Pain flashed in Luke’s dark eyes, but he shut it down just as soon. “So be it.”

He slashed his sword through the air and a ripple of darkness appeared, the void bleeding into the forest. 

“I really am sorry it came to this, Percy,” Luke said quietly. “But it’ll be quick. And that’s a bigger mercy than Zeus gave your sister.”

Luke disappeared into the darkness and it vanished soon after. Percy didn’t have time to think about his words—the scorpion had reached his thigh. Sixty seconds, Luke had said, then it was over. 

Percy had about five seconds to think of a plan before it lunged at him. He batted it away with one hand and uncapped his sword with the other, cutting the scorpion in half before it could reach the ground. 

He thought he did it. Then he looked at his hand, a red welt already sweltering on his palm, oozing sticky yellow liquid. 

Percy stumbled to the creek and submerged his hand, but nothing happened. He muttered a delusional prayer to his dad, then to his mother, then to you as he stumbled his way towards camp. Nymphs emerged from their trees, and he croaked a plea for help. 

As Percy collapsed, barely caught by nymphs on either side, he swore that he saw you. Did that mean he was dying? You had kind eyes like his mother, an aura of warmth unlike the feverish heat in his body, and it made the idea of it a lot less scary. 

He wondered if he’d meet you in Elysium. 

Percy reached a leaden arm out to you, mumbling your name despite his cottonmouth, and then his vision went black. 

[luffyrose]

Dc x Dp Random Blurp #1

I know I've got more than one before this but these are the ones I probably won't ever write so feel free to take them and run with em-

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So we all know Dick (you can probably all guess that Dick and Jason are my fav bat kids with how much I talk about them lmao) has lotta trauma in general. In the general canon we all follow for like fics and stuff though, there's one thing I think most people don't put into their fics and stuff and I had an idea with Danny being kinda adopted/brother-napped by Dick involving it.

The thing?

Falling.

Someone he loves falling and he's not able to help. Sure he's spooked his family as a joke pretending to fall off things. But here's the thing, they all KNOW that they'll all find a way to catch themselves.

But what if Dick had gotten a harsh hit from whatever rogue decided to play whack-a-mole with the birds and when he saw a kid on the roof where they were fighting (idk why they're up there, ask the riddler or two face or whoever-) and his already slightly concussed brain starts to work overtime.

The kid is on a roof, which is already a bad sign! The kid looks kinda...strike that a LOT like Jason before he died? Even worse!

So when whatever stray attack ends up sending the kid tumbling over the edge, Dick is literally milliseconds behind him. It's not a tall roof, and even if Danny was a full human, he likely wouldn't have suffered too badly from the fall if he didn't land completely wrong.

Probably.

Reason Danny isn't flying? Something triggered his fight or flight and his body chose to freeze this time, falling did not help that. Maybe it's the Joker doing all this, we love clown trauma.

Either way, Dick is oh so quickly grabbing this random kid who he can only register as Tiny Jason he had failed to be a good big brother tm too, and is literally just taking the impact of the fall in favor of ensuring Danny didn't get hurt AT ALL.

Danny is now emotionally attached whether he likes it or not because hey! A random hero saved him and is still hugging him and he feels like safety, so he will cling on just as hard, and no Jazz! He definitely isn't crying-

Dick refuses to let go of the kid, muttering apologies to Jason, which the others are pretty quick to realize why when they see the kid's face. It's a whole mess. Partially because they have a delirious Dick who won't let go of this random child and said child hisses at them when they try to get him off just as much.

For a lil extra spice you could make it that Danny and Jason are related somehow and Jason upon seeing the kid both KNOWS they're similar and recognizes him as his kid brother and is just like "Oh god- oh god he's alive(questionable) and traumatized(definitely)-"

[gasolinerainbowreads]

↓ ICON LEGEND ↓

🌈 = title 🪆 = series, multiple parts, etc. 💎 = hidden gem/should have more reblogs/followers imo 🔋 = make sure your vibrator is charged before reading 😈 = Horny Demon Hours™ approved 🥹 = hurts so good/ouch, my feelings 🧠 = did somethin to my brain/altered my brain chemistry

Here's what I read in September along with a comment/thought/favorite excerpt:

@atticrissfinch

🌈 Now I See Daylight ⇨ 🪆🥹 we get punished, and we do not like it. This made me feel VERY BRATTY reading it lmaoooo. DO NOT GIVE ME THE SILENT TREATMENT, DADDY.

@softlyspector

🌈 Moss & Mushrooms ⇨ 😈🧠 IT’S GIVING THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER WITH BONUS DICK DOWNS, AND I AM GOBBLING IT UP! SUPERB. 🌈 Blush ⇨ 🪆🥹🧠 IMPECCABLE. INSANELY IMMERSIVE. SICKENING TALENT. MAKES ME WANT TO GO TAKE A NAP IN A MUD PIT. GETTING THE SIDE OF THE OREO THAT HAS THE CRÈME FILLING ON THE WAFER. YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF SLURPEE IS READY TO BE DISPENSED. YOUR HANGNAIL DOESN’T TEAR OFF. YOUR SHOELACES DON’T DRAG ON THE GROUND BC THEY’RE TOO LONG. THIS IS THAT. NO I WON’T BE EXPLAINING ANY OF IT.

@thetriumphantpanda

This series really covers a whole lotta kinks for me lmao. Breeding kink. Pregnancy kink. Creampies. Daddy kink. 🌈 Come Away with Me (Tuesday) ⇨🪆🔋🥹 “Imagine this is it?” He mumbles against the skin of your shoulder, leaning forward, “Imagine the time it takes is the time I fuck you against a tree like this.”  🌈 Come Away with Me (Wednesday) ⇨🪆🔋🥹 “Gonna fill me up, daddy?” You ask, the word slipping out of your mouth before you can catch it.  🌈 Come Away with Me (Thursday) ⇨🪆🔋🥹 “You’re in love with me, aren’t you?” He asks quietly, it’s soft, there isn’t an ounce of judgement or remorse to be found in his voice, and it’s not there in his eyes when you push yourself off his lap and turn to look at him. “Isn’t it obvious?” You ask him, “You’re in love with me too.” You don’t accuse him, it’s a statement of fact, because you know he’s been in love with you since the night he stayed when you were trying for Joshua.

@joelscruff

🌈 Beyond Infatuation ⇨ 🔋🧠 “Jesus,” Tommy mutters, and you open your eyes enough to see them both staring at your fucked-out hole, watching Joel’s come dribble downward into the sheets, “Filled her up real good.”

@swiftispunk

🌈 In My Hometown Headcanons ⇨ 🪆🥹 Omg it's the Lil Sebastian of Joel fics 💕 he can hardly remember how it felt to fear this, to fear being with you. now, he can’t shut up about you, giddy every time he gets to call you that word. it’s such a simple thing, reminds him of being young - “my girlfriend’s pickin’ sarah up tonight,” “my girlfriend chose this shirt for me,” “my girlfriend and i are goin’ out later” - doesn’t matter the context, he loves referring to you that way, even if it’s a little trivial maybe, even if it doesn’t quite capture how deep his feelings really run for you. if he’s honest, it might be that he likes the word “my” better than “girlfriend.” 🌈 Your Summer Dream, Day 6 - Savour ⇨🪆🔋🥹 Get you a man who blows your back out so good he blows his own back out, too lmaoooooo 🌈 Your Summer Dream, Day 3 bonus ⇨ 🪆🔋🥹🧠 my brain skipped the tracks on this one, babes. derailed me for a hot minute. the whole in the doorframe thing just makes my brain go fucking static. 🌈 Mad Love drabble ⇨🔋���🧠 “kill him,” you say and joel finally looks over at you, sees you with your hand over your cunt, another smirk playing at his lips at the sight.

@ezrasbirdie

my bb rly scratchin that somnophilia itch with these 🌈 Claim ⇨🔋😈 “That’s right, baby, that’s right. Goddamn, you sleep heavy,” he murmurs. He slides another finger in and makes the same noise, fucking you gently with both of them, pulling your legs open further, and repositioning himself between them.  “One more, sweetheart, one more for me,” he says. A harsh sigh emerges from you as he pushes a third digit inside of you.  It almost hurts. You want it to hurt more.  🌈 More ⇨ 🔋😈 the debauchery is unhinged and perfect

@toxicanonymity

🌈 Clock ⇨ 🪆🔋😈 this lil dehydrated, crybaby bitch is the loml some days. 🌈 Needs ⇨🪆💎🔋🥹 Part of her "Finally Fucking Friday". Virginity loss. Soft!Joel. 🌈 Fires ⇨🪆💎🔋🥹 POV switching done well. inadvertently hilarious reader.

@sugarcoated-lame

🌈 untitled ⇨💎🔋🥹 idgaf if this isn't technically a proper fic. it's more of a ramble/thots type thing, but i enjoyed it immensely and am putting it on this list because it made me horny and also bc i fucking want to.

@gracieispunk

🌈 Bloody ⇨ 🪆🔋🥹 my fave menace is back aka tenant girl who is innocent and perfect. the panic at being in missionary sent me. 🌈 Heat Wave ⇨🔋 Joel is just ssooo thoughtful when he hears you moaning in your sleep and decides to help. What a gentleman.

@millerscoffee

🌈 Heat Lightning ⇨ 💎🔋😈🥹 sub!Joel. mommy kink. aftercare.

@bageldaddy

🌈 I Know It When I See It, Pt 5 ⇨🪆🔋😈🥹 HOW THE FUCK DOES THIS JUST KEEP GETTING BETTER?!?!?! --- also, i want to punch the fucking air over the fact that i cannot go onto pornhub and type in "Lucky+Texas+bondage" and have this come up. life is NOT FAIR.

@frannyzooey FREE MY BITCH FROM TUMBLR JAIL!

🌈 In The Dark blurb ⇨ 🪆🔋😈 *screams into the void* --- hot. HOT. I'm obsessed with In The Dark (go read that entire series right now if you haven't. It's so beyond amazing.). This was just icing on the cake. 🌈 Squirming ⇨🔋 the way I would be THRASHING so I could get a "goodnight treat" lmaoooooooo 🌈 Short Days, Long Nights 13 ⇨🪆🔋🥹 The words come pouring out of his mouth before he can stop them, but once they’re out, he can’t stop saying them. Burying his face in your chest, he says the words directly over your pounding heart. “I love you, honey. Fuck, I love you.”

@iamskyereads

🌈 Compulsion, Pt 6 ⇨🪆🔋😈🧠 One of THE BEST versions of Ezra I've ever come across in fic. SO GOOD. SERIOUSLY SO FUCKING GOOD.

@netherfeildren

🌈 The Cassandra Complex, Pt 3 ⇨🪆🔋😈🧠 This story is so well-written, the plot is beautifully crafted, the imagery is wonderful. No surprises there, right? It's Vic lmao. It ain't gonna be anything but amazing! Having said that... the smut in this chapter..... whew. WHEW. You outdid yourself, Vic.

@velvetmud

🌈 home video blurb ⇨🔋😈 But you don’t find the words or the energy to conjure up an answer. You’ve become too lost, too deep in the moment giving your own boyfriend’s dad another long orgasm he’s been saving up just for your face. “Gonna tell him his dad’s thick cock fucked and wrecked this throat all night?” he asks, pointer finger dragging down your aching jaw. He continues with a whisper. “That I split that pussy open on it whenever you come over to see him, too?”

@psychedelic-ink

🌈 Ravish ⇨🪆🔋😈 Okay I love the set up of this story and also the way Joel is chill about ~cam girls~. But I did bust up laughing when she saw his dick and was like wtf idk man idk if that's gonna fit and his ass hits her with the I've seen you shove bigger dildos into your pussy you'll be fine lmaooooooooo.

@tieronecrush

🌈 Only Angel, Ch 2 ⇨🪆🥹 “I’ll be waiting for a call, Javi. And I’ll see you Monday, Professor Peña.” You give him one last look, giggling as you shut the door and he hits the top of the taxi before you drive away, standing there with an idiotic smile on his face.

@cavillscurls

🌈 Eyes on Me ⇨🔋😈 Tommy watches you fuck Joel. Just go read it already! 🌈 Lover Man ⇨🥹 Soft and fluffy. You play with Joel's hair bc he is bb grl and deserves tenderness.

@walkintotheriveranddisappear

🌈 Waiting Room ⇨🪆🥹 I love this series, and this part carries so much of the story. The break down of relationship dynamics and friendships and people just trying to figure shit out was *chef's kiss*

@haylzcyon

🌈 Slow ⇨🔋 *chanting* EZRA EZRA EZRA EZRA “Fuck me slow, Ezra.”

@the-ginger-hedge-witch

🌈 Everything ⇨ 🪆🥹 from one of my all-time fave series Adversity. I'm not going to write too much of a blurb here bc I will go absolutely off the rails about Adversity if prompted lmaooooo.

@mandoblowmybackout

🌈 Eyes on Me ⇨🔋 Ezra gets his ass ate and fingered. *wipes tear* It's just so beautiful.

@leslie-lyman

🌈 Focus ⇨🔋 Ezra hypnokink that makes me very horny every time I read it.

@pascalisbaby

🌈 Heaven ⇨ 🔋 sub!Joel just wants to make us feel good, as he should. 🌈 Control ⇨🔋 now we're subbing and think we wanna dom but you know what sometimes it's just best if Joel doms 😅

@hier--soir

🌈 Whole New Can of Worms ⇨🪆🔋🥹 yyyooooo I wanna be BFF with Joel if it means getting dicked down that good. jesus!

@cupofjoel

🌈 Switching the Positions ⇨🔋🥹 The domesticity. The fluff. The fucking. Perfection.

@chloeangelic

🌈 Reflection of the Moon, Ch 5 ⇨🪆🔋🥹 Joel Miller ascending to baby daddy status. We love to see it.

@the-scandalorian

🌈 Mine ⇨🔋😈 🗣️ PRONE BONE ANAL

@northernbluess

🌈 Art of Healing, Ch 5 ⇨🪆🥹 I. Am. OBSESSED. with this series. Marcus Pike, art therapist. It's a slow build, and the story is PHENOMENAL. I have gone back and re-read chapters of this so many times. I adore this story!!

WHEW HOLY SHIT I DID IT.

I know this is basically a month late. I apologize. I'm gonna go ahead and apologize in advance for whenever the October wrap up rolls around bc I'm pretty sure I read even more this past month than I did in September. *screams into pillow*

If all the writers in this fandom could please stop being so fucking talented and amazing please that would really help my To Be Read list.

😩

SEE Y'ALL NEXT MONTH

[skele-bunny]

GIVE ME MORE WATER DEW & MY LIFE IS YOURS ARU

cough anyways: ,,, water dew and delta pretty pleaseeee,,,,

There's a pipebomb in your mailbox that in 1.2 seconds will detonate. Expect it.

Where to start!! They first met in the open bay in the hospital, accidentally being sat next to each other. Just sniffing, pawing, trying to figure out this summon-mate... Unfortunately, the thing is, waters newly summoned can't be around each other that close at ALL. They're super vicious to those not from the same territory. Long story short, they tried mauling each other LMAO. They got separated and eventually had the slow meeting and calm around one another. The others tease them about it. "hey remember when you guys tried to kill each other?"

Delta was super attractive to Dew. He's never met an albino water before, just pure white that glows red and pink. Delta thought Dew was the most attractive thing he's ever seen, too. Once they were able to get past their territory differences and started being around each other, they kept attempting to court one another in the further months hehe. Little things like Dew ruffling his spine for Delta, and in return Delta would give his fallen teeth for him to have.

Swim!!! Obviously!!! They didn't really like swimming alone that much, and could always be found together in the lake; rare when not. Delta as a Moray Eel and Dew as a betta fish, they kept hiding and finding each other just for little chases. Delta was mainly the hider and Dew the seeker, just so curious and loved leading on the "hunt" for him. Delta preferred swimming at night but didn't mind negotiating with Dew to swim at sunset instead!

Speaking of hunt!!! Delta usually had the chore of assisting others with fishing and he always snuck a salmon to Dew since he knew it was his absolute favorite. Dew learned how to make sushi and he'd constantly pack Delta's lunch with at least 2 sushis rolls inside with tempura!!

Sometimes Delta would have difficulty with their second row of teeth, and Dew wouldn't mind helping brush and care for them. Dew didn't need the help but Delta always returned the favor for their own double fangs. Also is the one to help Delta with their angel fangs piercings once they got them. "You didn't have enough teeth already?"

Nesting to the fucking max. There's a little hideaway they found after spending the entire day travelling the lake, and have both a land nest and a water nest. Lotta seaweed, coontails, sunken lily pads, hydrilla, tape grass, and even small pebbles to outline it. If you see bubbles in there, don't ask. Their land one is in Delta's room as his room is bigger. So many plushies, blankets, pillows, and their clothes thrown in. Sometimes there's hoarded snacks within the mound, so they just have to dig around and not get up :3

Always linking tails during practice!!!! Delta is super stoic and doesn't move a lot, so it's such a different comparison to Dewdrop who's literally bouncing around, head banging, stomping, and swaying. They still have fun a whole bunch and always leans against each other. It sounds super cool when Dew is able to join them, two bases at once? Phew.

Spicy wise? Good god save us all. (CW - LACTATION, BREEDING KINK, EGGS)

It seemed like after spending more time together their heat/rut synced and everyone heard about it. Literally. It happened once during tour and Papa had to invest in headphones for everyone while they secluded Delta and Dew to the lounge. LOUD. AND HYPNOTIC. Before the headphones, Omega literally had to hold Alpha back. "YOU WILL BE EATEN IN THERE DO NOT!!"

Dew's always had a high egg count, now add in Delta's tentacle pumping him full? Honestly looked knocked up each time JENEKD. They preferred having sex in the tub or lake, but obviously that wasn't always possible so they'd make do. Big about breeding and Delta purring about fertilizing the eggs. They were so thankful birth control exists once they came out of their haze LMAO.

The one thing Dew honestly didn't like about their sync is Dew's chest would get super swollen and get ready to produce. Birth control or not, unfortunately that's how water ghoul anatomy is :,) Delta didn't mind helping massage the issue he helped cause, but sometimes the others would as well. Dew just melted in his hold and whining. Water ghoul milk is a lot more watery, too. One time Pebble tugged Dew's nipple, it shot out, and Delta had to coax Dew out of the bathroom while sobbing from the embarrassment after biting Pebble for doing that.

A specific thing before water ghouls fuck is they fight. Rain does this too, but he's a lot more docile since it's not with another water. One time they were in the common room, just growling and hitting at each other, fangs bared with blood. Aër tried separating only to see Dew's pants off and Delta's tentacle out, both calm the moment they seen him. "Oh! Sorry Aër, did you wanna join?" They got banned from having sex in the common room.

So about the bubbles in the water nest.... Yeah it's just Dew saying he wants to fuck. Betta fish do that to make little nests to prepare for eggs and it's very much an invitation for Delta when they're laying in their little nest. Loves touching over Delta's slit and coaxing his tentacle out just to show his own slit and teeth spread for him. Just pressed completely against each other, biting, clawing, and squirming together and desperate to keep their tails as close as possible.

Little freaks who I love so so much

[priortoallthoughts]

Ahsoka episode 1 live reactions!

“Former Jedi knight Ahsoka Tano” except she was never knighted

Me thinks the strange ship approaching aren’t actually Jedi

Oop, that’s cuz they’re not

Oh oh that’s the lady from the place in the other show

I still wish Ahsoka’s lekku and montrals were bigger like they were in Rebels

This temple feels like a Legend of Zelda temple puzzle lmao

It’s always a magic orb

Man she fought in the Clone Wars, you think she doesn’t know how to fight a couple of droids? Noobs

That’s a whole lotta bang for a self-destruct protocol

Awwwwww, Fulcrum

HEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

And an Ezra name drop, love that guy

Why are they looking around like they didn’t know she wasn’t there?

Sabine’s got little loth cats on her helmet, I repeat, there’s little loth cats on her helmet

ACTUAL LOTH CAT

EZRA

Mini hologram version of him, but Ezra all the same

Oh shit, I just noticed the blonde sith has a padawan braid

Old lady’s a Night Sister??!???!

The more I watch this the more I feel the need to rewatch Rebels because I don’t remember anything

Like was Sabine actually training to be a Jedi? Because all I remember was her learning how to use a lightsaber as any other weapon

Don’t know why you thought Sabine would still be there, you did leave her unsupervised

And now she’s probably about to be kidnapped

“Stubborn and bullish” like you weren’t exactly the same Ahsoka

Three orbs?

Not three orbs

So the orb is about to be kidnapped

Woo, lightsaber battle

Huh… we’ll that’s not good

She’s fine tho

Just a flesh wound

[shzmluvrs]

HII there are so little shazam writers out there and i was wondering if you could write some general physical touch/lovey dovey stuff or headcannons with freddy from the first movie? I rarely see people writing for the first movie anymore!

No rush and feel free not to do this one!

Ikr? I feel so totally honored to be one of them, though😌. Anyhow, yes, I can definitely do that and tbh, I think this will be easy for me to do bc physical touch is my love language😼. #funfactaboutStaryoudidntaskfor🫶🏽. Anyways, tysm for requesting this!

~ Star✨️

Physical Touch (Love Language) Headcannons

Prompt: You're a touch-junkie. That much is true. It's just that...what other and better way is there to show your love other than through a gentle caress or an eager hold? Besides, Freddy doesn't seem to mind :).

Timeline: Post Shazam!, Pre S!:FOTG

TW/Content: Just a whole lotta love fr⚡️Corny, passionate, lovey dovey writing lmao⚡️You really have nothing to worry about reading this

Reader: Non-specified! Any Pronouns!

Requested By: Anon

Back to Master List

Was physcial touch Freddy's main love language before? No. Did it become his main love language after he met you? Absolutely. Bro has never been in a relationship before, and outside of family hugs and kisses, he's never really experienced anything relating to physical love.

And then you came in, flipped, and reversed all of that💅🏽. Before you two began dating, you were already pretty "clingy" was the word Freddy would use (in a good way, ofc). Always hanging onto one of his arms or playing with his hand/fingers, even playfully transferring kisses onto your index and middle finger and placing them onto his cheek or forehead.

So don't even get me started on how all of that increased tenfold when the two of you officially became a couple.

Oh wait, that's right, you want me to get started bc you reque-...rightrightright, anyways...

Idk how, but you literally managed to indoctrinate this boy into expecting your touch. Whenever he's near you, sees you, his arms just open instinctively so he can catch you in that hug he knows you're about to give him. Even if it knocks him over, he doesn't care because he always returns your hug with a million kisses peppered all over your face.

And hand-holding is a must. You don't care if his hand is sweaty because he's nervous, dry because he hasn't put on lotion yet, dirty because he's a superhero on the low, you👏🏽don't👏🏽care👏🏽. And if you do, you have him wash his hands. But either way, Freddy's hand? Held. Your happiness levels? Through the roof.

Hotel? Trivago.

But something that he really enjoys you doing is a specific type of hug. He can't exactly recall when you started doing it or why. Not that he minds, of course. But every day, he hopes you'll do it and hopes you'll never stop.

You'll come up behind him and wrap your arms and hands around his middle, pressing yourself up against him. For you, it was simply just another way to be closer to him. To love him, to hold him, take in that woodsy-pine secnt he always seemed to have...

But for him, it's when/how he feels the most loved by you. He gets almost emotional each time, without fail, overwhelmed with just the feeling and presence of you. He holds your hands against him, and he's practically breaking his neck, trying to turn and look at/kiss you. It's like you're a warm blanket, engulfing him with all that you have, treasuring him in ways not even his family could.

It reminded him of how much you loved him, how insane it was to him that he could be loved this way, in spite of whatever he considered to be flaws. Because there you were, to kiss and cherish them all, reassuring him you adored all parts and sides of him.

And natrually, he was very eager to return all of these feelings, never one to shy away from new experiences. He was constantly buzzed with the feeling of your touch, and he wondered if...

No, wanted you to feel the same. So, there were times when he clinged to you more than usual, and you were elated to soak up every moment. You can't get enough of the way he'll squish your cheeks together to form a pout on your lips, just to peck them over and over.

Or when he'd hold and tickle you, leaving you to cover your mouth to shield away giggles that Freddy just adored hearing.

And oh👏🏽my👏🏽gosh👏🏽 bestie... Superhero Freddy?? Should you know of his secret super alter ego, you can bet your Tumblr account that he's taking HELLA advantage of that. He loves, not only feeling like he can, but actually being able to protect you. Whether that be shielding you away behind him, holding you against him, or actually being able to carry you (while flying/hovering, might I add, how romantic💅🏽🥴~).

Also hello, bighandsbighands loOKATHISHANDS OMFG-

I- *aHem* I mean... y e w... you can never be normal about them, ever (idk how anyone could, I mean, look at them). Headpats and waist holds go crazy when he's in his superhero form, not to mention, you're always eager to just hold them and litter them in kisses the second you have the chance. Although the both of you do admit how odd it must look to any passing bystanders who don't understand that this superheo guy who looks insanely like Adam Brody is actually just your teenage boyfriend...

Either way, though, you love Freddy, and Freddy loves you. And neither of you will ever hesitate to show it through actions and words. Because to be honest, if I were you, I'd be cupping his face in my hands and playing with his hair so often, so you should get on that like... asap, no rocky😙.

Ight, peace y'all✌🏽.

I hope this was good enough to satiate the touch starved and needy out there, I can only do so much🥲. But feel free to extort me for more of my talents, I genuinely do really enjoy this and I just- *emotional*.

Okay bye.

~ Star✨️

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[velvetstreets]

Who’s Better?: Chapter 4 - No Looking Back

A/N: hello folx!! It’s been a while since I’ve updated anything (especially this fic lmao) but we have finally arrived at the finale!! So get your water, your snacks, your vibrators and settle in!

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: swearing, smut!!! piv sex, oral sex (m!receiving), tag teaming, just a whole lotta nasty.

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It had been a week since your intimate night with Urban, and you were now hanging out with both him and Jack at their apartment, once again.

“Sooo…” Urban began.

“Sooooo… what?” You countered.

“C’mon, you know what. You never gave us an answer, Y/N.” Jack chimed in.

“Oh, right.” You paused. You knew this was coming, you dreaded it -  your indecision wreaking havoc on your mind, day and night about the two of them. There was no way you could decide. And you knew this was something they weren’t going to just forget about, unfortunately.

“Why do I have to choose? Can’t I have had great sex with two of my friends, respectively?” 

“No.” They answered simultaneously. You let out a groan, rubbing your hands down your face. 

“I- I don’t know, I can’t decide.” You said. 

“Sure you can, just compare us. Who made you cum harder?” Urban asked.

“Who made you cum more times?” Jack questioned. 

“Who was more sensual?”

“Who made you squirt?” Jack blurts out; a sly smile on his face.

“You made her squirt?!” Urban said turning to Jack with a shocked expression. 

“Shut up, both of you.” You groaned. “Doesn’t matter who did what, I can’t choose between the two of you. It’s different with each of you, in ways I can’t explain. So I won’t do it, I wont choose.” You stated, finally putting your foot down. 

You looked up at the men on either side of you; both of them giving the other one a knowing look. 

“What?” you asked. 

“We had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to choose..” Urban started, scooting closer to you and fitting his hand in yours. 

“And that’s okay. Doesn’t matter who you think is better. What matters is that we think you’re the best.” Jack said, his giant hands now caressing your arms as you felt his breath on your neck. 

“Yeah?” You uttered, your breathing now shallow as you felt Urban’s other hand trail up your thigh, caressing and lightly squeezing at the skin. 

“Mhm, and we just wanna take care of you, our special girl,—if that’s okay with you.” Urban added. 

You let out a sigh as you felt Jack’s hands come up to settle on your ribcage, lightly brushing against the underside of your clothed breasts, just waiting for your permission to touch you.

“P-Please..” you begged, desperate for them to feast on you like a meal, ravaging you to pieces.

“Gotta let us know, need t’hear you say it, Y/N.” Jack’s lust filled voice spoke.

You let out a moan as your eyes squeezed shut. “F-fuck, u-use me, the both of you; do something, just fuck me already.” You cried out, you were about to burst at the seams with anticipation. “Make me feel special.” You breathed out.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Jack hummed, his lips attaching to your neck.

“Your wish is our command.” Urban reiterates, his hands coming up under your shirt to rest against your breasts, fondling, tweaking, nipping at them with his lips.

“Shit-” you moaned. “Feels really good, just like that- yeah.” you mumbled.

Urban let out a chuckle before Jack spoke. “C’mon baby, bed. Want you to be comfortable.”

You let out a whine in protest as Urban pulled away from you, making his way to Jack’s bedroom. Jack lifted you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as your arms circled his neck. He kissed your cheek a few times as he walked to his room, giving your ass a gentle slap, causing you to giggle in his neck. 

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Jack gracefully plopped you on his mattress and Urban walked up to the bed frame, both boys helping you get undressed.

“Fuck..” Jack gawked at you. You wore a lilac purple set of matching bra and panties, the dim light in Jack’s room only adding a warm glare against the satin material.

“Never gets old, huh?” Urban commented, giving a playful slap to Jack’s shoulder, his own eyes unable to look away from your figure.

“S’like seeing her for the first time, again and again.” Urban murmured.

You blushed and squeezed your thighs together at their praise, eager to quell the roaring heat between your legs.

“Can you just get naked already?” You huffed lightly. Praise without the sexual activity made you uncomfortable, like you were on display in a gallery and to be judged at.

“Don’t have to tell us twice, miss.” Jack said giving you a salute before he and Urban started to undress, making you giggle.

Both of the boys now stood in front of you in just their boxers. Just like they did to you, you admired both of their bodies and stature. Urban had a lot more chest hair than Jack, but it fit him. Long hair with a scruffy beard and hooded eyes from smoking too much weed, a smattering of chest hair across his broad chest, with a little trail down to his navel. You tugged at your lip before your eyes traveled to Jack.

He was taller than Urban, which wasn’t super noticeable usually, but standing here in front of you like this, you felt like he towered over you. His curly hair that framed his face perfectly, the diamond earrings that glinted in the light, his neatly trimmed beard and his fucking million dollar smile had you weak in the knees.

You peered across his broad chest and arms being sprinkled with freckles that you so badly wanted to kiss, leading to his perfectly sculpted arms and one of your favorite physical traits about him - his hands. You swallowed hard as he flexed them, his thick PG ring on his ring finger of his left hand glaring at you, making you shiver.

What you hadn’t realized as you were admiring the two men, is that they had started arguing a little.

“What’s wrong?” You said looking up at them.

“We’re tryna figure out who gets your pussy first.” Urban told you.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” Jack suggested.

“Best two out of three?” Urban countered to which Jack nodded.

“Okay— rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” Urban exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes at them, shaking your head in disbelief as they continued to childishly make a decision. It took a few moments before you heard you heard Urban speak again.

“Nice.” He smiled menacingly as Jack let out a huff.

“Pussy first.” Urban smiled at you, rounding the bed your way.

“Doesn’t matter anyways, I like the build up before I cum in her.” Jack defended.

“Plus, gotta love the eye contact when my dick’s down her throat.” He winked at you, making your core throb.

“Yeah, yeah, a romantic or whatever.” Urban laughed.

“Up beautiful, we’ll get to the bed soon enough.” He said, tugging on your arm to get you up and stand at the foot of the bed.

Suddenly the room felt very hot— two sets of eyes drinking in your every feature, the low lights accompanied by the warm breaths cascading over your skin as the two men cornered you in between them.

“Just relax sweetheart, we got you.” Jack murmured. His hands say at your hips, rubbing circles into the skin while he nuzzled his nose against yours. The close proximity, his warm spearmint breath against your lips along with how his curls gently brushed against your cheek almost had you in a sedated trance. Urban’s voice was the only thing to bring you back.

“You trust us, hm? You know we’ll take care of you?” He said placing soft kisses along your neck, trailing down to your shoulder.

“Yes— yes, I trust you.” You softly gasped.

“Good.” Jack’s raspy voice spoke. “‘Cause you’re about to get the best fucking of your life.” His words echoed in your ear.

“Oh god, ..” you cried out as you felt two fingers swipe at your lips and press on your clit for a moment.

“...So fuckin’ wet already. Don’t even gotta prep you, huh baby? So needy for dick, your pussy’s just crying for us.” Urban laughed, spreading his two fingers, letting you see the sticky wetness.

“Yes, yes! Fucking do something about it.” You snipped. 

A slap echoed across the room; your ass feeling a sting that made you yelp. You turned your head back to look at Urban with a pout on your face. 

“Don’t forget who’s in charge. Now come sit on my face.” He spoke dominantly. You nodded as he laid on the floor, and you sat on your knees, pussy just hovering over his lips before he gripped your hips to pull you down onto his mouth. 

Jack stepped in-between Urban’s legs, dick tapping against your cheek. You looked up at Jack, and he met your stare, giving you a wink. He cradled your face with his big palm as you took him in your mouth. 

You let out a sigh as he eased himself into your throat, earning a groan from him. Jack slowly thrusted into your mouth, giving you time to relax and open your throat to accommodate to his size. You were so distracted by Jack that Urban caught you by surprise by creeping his hand over your thigh to find your clit, rubbing tight circles into the nub while his tongue fucked your weeping entrance. 

Startled, you coughed, pushing at Jack’s thighs and he pulled out your mouth. 

“Fuck, sorry-” you gasped. 

“C’mon, you can do better than that. Know you can.” Jack spoke, brushing a few fallen strands of hair behind your hair. “Try again.” He encouraged. You nodded at him, desperate to prove yourself. 

“Ah- fuck Urban..” You whimpered. You felt a slap on your ass in response; the pain went as fast as it came, and his hands soothed the skin. Jack brought your attention back to him as he cradled your face once again. 

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. Show me how much you need me.” He ordered. 

He began to thrust into your mouth again; this time more urgent and you took him happily. Jack’s tip began hitting- or more like ramming against the back of your throat, which made your eyes water, but you loved it.

“Breathe through your nose, don’t fight it, let me in baby.” Jack cooed at you. You did what he said, making the experience more pleasant as he fucked your mouth. 

Jack’s moans only egged you on, and you could tell by how sloppy Urban’s pussy eating was getting. You could feel your slick staining the inside of your thighs, dripping between every crevice, and yet you wanted more. 

You felt your high approaching, to which Urban held your hips down with force against his tongue, forcing you to take the pleasure. You let out moans and whines around Jack, the vibration edging him closer to his own release. 

“Fuck, your mouth is so fucking good angel, so fucking good-” Jack panted out. “You close, huh? Cum Y/N, cum for us pretty girl.” He said. The coil in the pit of your stomach snapped, and you came with a loud moan, shuddering as you released over Urban’s face. The vibrations from your moans were enough for Jack, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he released in your mouth. 

“Fucking.. take it..- fuckfuckfuck” he groaned as his hips stilled before pulling out. One thing about Jack was he produced a lot of cum; like alot. You loved it though, how messy it could get with the two of you. So when it overflowed from your mouth, dripping down the corners and down your chin, you couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t even have to tell you to swallow, you loved how his cum coated your throat, you did it happily. 

Jack couldn’t contain the giant grin on his face. He was always so astonished with how much you could take, as other girls he had slept with could never take him how you did. 

“Good job, baby. So good for us.” He smiled at you, bending down to bring you into a sweet kiss. You hummed at the approval, your heart swelling. 

Jack helped you off the floor, your legs a little sore from sitting on your knees the entire time. 

“You good dude?” Jack asked Urban. 

“Never better.” He smiled at you in ecstasy. Your release covered the bottom half of his face; his chin mouth and nose all wet and shiny as he winked at you. 

“Can you even breathe down there?” You said jokingly, but with a slight tone of worry. Yeah he was eating your pussy, but you didn’t want him to suffocate on your behalf. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout me, I’m getting everything I need. Oxygen, nutrients,.. protein.” he emphasized with a smirk. 

The three of you chucked at his comment, before the laughter died down and Urban gave Jack a look. 

“What...” You asked him.

“Don’t be anxious, we got you ‘member?” Jack chuckled darkly. 

“Just tap my ass if you need a break, okay?” Urban grabbed a hold of your shoulders, caressing your skin gently.

You nodded at him before you were quickly slung and suspended into the air. Jack held your legs, knees bent at his hips, while your ankles locked around him. His cock cautiously eased into your pussy as he let out a raspy groan. Urban on the other hand, swiftly grabbed hold of your arms, his grip at your elbows; your balance completely being dependent on the two men. Urban stepped forward, his dick lighting tapping your cheek, before he entered your mouth. 

It was fucking glorious. You were being stretched out in the most euphoric way, skin slapping, mouth drooling, pussy growing wetter and wetter with each thrust. You couldn’t focus on either one of them too intently, as the other would bring your attention back onto them. The way Jack’s cock deliciously stretched your little hole, his fat tip repeatedly nudging that spot in you had you clenching hard around him. That only made him rail into you harder, chasing his high as the squelch of your slick echoed in the room. Urban’s dick took no mercy on your throat. Your throat convulsed each time his tip hit the back of your throat, but you loved it. Loved how you quite literally drooled on his cock, loved how your felt the ridges of the vein on the underside of him felt against your tongue, loved the soft desperate moans continued to fall out his mouth.

“Mm- nghh, nghhhh-” you sobbed around Urban, tears forming at your eyeline, threatening to spill. 

“Aw poor baby, y’gonna cry? She’s gonna cry Jack, our girl loves being stuffed like this, huh? Don’t ’ya baby?” Urban said with a dark teasing tone. 

“Fuuuuuckk.. that’s so hot.” Jack groaned out, his grip on you tightening. 

They kept at it for a moment, your tits slapping against eachother as they swung back and forth in the air, your nipples so sensitive that you were sure with one tweak, you’d cum immediately. Lost in the pleasure, you almost didn’t hear what Urban said next.

“Soon?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah, almost there.” Jack responded. 

Their pace picked up, and soon enough you felt their dicks twitch in you. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck-” Jack groaned as he spilled into you.

“That’s it, f-fucking.. take it..” Urban moaned, his hips stilling, pubic bone pressed against your nose as he came down your throat. 

Tears fell against your cheek as you came with a cry. You clenched hard around Jack, squeezing every drop out of him as your core spasmed with delight. Your body shuddered, and Urban quickly removed himself from your mouth with a ‘pop!’. You swallowed the remains of his cum and your spit before letting out a cough, drool trailing down your chin, cheeks flushed as you gasped for air. 

You felt Jack slip out from your pussy, his cum and yours leaking out, making a mess of your thighs and he let out a soft chuckle. 

The men carried you to the bed and gently set you down, rolling you over so you laid on your back. 

“Sweet angel, you did so good. So perfect for us, sweetheart.” Jack cooed at you, laying down next to you as Urban did the same on the other side. 

“Such a good girl, the best.” Urban murmured as he placed kisses across your tummy. 

You were delirious. Their voices so close, yet so far away; you were floating. A drunk smile spread across your face as they continued to praise you, their warm bodies encompassing you as you tried to ground yourself.

“Take your time, pretty girl.” Jack said, kissing your cheek as he stroked your hair. 

After a moment or two, you let out a deep satisfied sigh. 

“Jesus fucking Christ. Why haven’t we done this before?” You asked, and the boys chuckled in response. 

“Hmm, had to make sure you were ready, princess.” Jack pressed a soft chaste kiss to your collarbone, his arm laying across your chest as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. 

“Didn’t wanna overwhelm you too quickly.” Urban added, his nose trailing against your thigh. You hummed in response, letting them know you understood. 

“How are you feeling? You wanna continue, or are you done? Be honest baby, we won’t be upset.” Jack questioned. 

“N-no, I’m good. I- I want,” You stammered. 

“Use your words baby.” Urban encouraged you.

“I want more..” You exhaled.

“Our princess wants more? I don’t know, think you can handle it?” Jack mocked you.

“I can! I want more, I promise I can take it.” You let out a gentle sob. 

“Okay, okay, whatever you want, you’ve been such a good girl.” Jack murmured as he pressed a kiss to your hair. 

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You could only muster another two rounds, the last one had you perched above Urban as he fucked into you, his hands dug into the softness of your hips as your ass slapped against his pelvis. Jack however, towered over you, his intimidating demeanor washing away as he caressed your face before guiding his dick into your mouth. 

“Attagirl, take all of it..” He groaned, as you took his length in. 

Jack put a hand on the crown of your head, holding you still as he thrusted in and out of your mouth, balls slapping against your chin.

Soon enough all three of you eventually reached your respective climaxes. Jack came on your face, while Urban filled you up to the brim.

“Such a pretty mess you are.” Jack grinned at you. 

You were spent, exhausted in the most beautiful way. Urban slipped out of you and laid you down on cool the mattress, as he and Jack got up to help clean you up. They got you a couple warm wet rags, Jack wiping your face and Urban wiping your pussy. You shivered at the contact, still overly sensitive.

“Sorry baby, we’re almost done.” Jack hummed, kissing your shoulder. 

They threw the rags in the hamper, and went to the kitchen, coming back with a crisp cold water bottle, and a few of your favorite snacks. 

They got in the bed with you, a boy on each side, settling you into a nice warm cocoon. Urban found the remote and put on a Netflix show, and they both caressed you, planting soft gentle kisses on different areas of your skin every so often, letting you recuperate from the intensive activities. 

“You guys have now ruined sex with anyone else for me, you know that right?” you finally spoke. 

“Good.” Jack retorted, and you let out a laugh as you lightly smacked his chest.

“You’re only meant for us anyways.” Urban said kissing your hand that was intertwined with his, eyes tinted a light red from the blunt he lit up. 

“Our bestest girl...” Jack said, nuzzling your neck. 

You let out a content sigh as you raked your nails over his beard, to which he let out a soft purr. 

“Love you.” You sighed, eyes shutting from exhaustion.

“Love you too.” They both replied. You let a small grin creep across your face just for a second before you drifted off to sleep, feeling the safest you’ve ever been. 

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[xiakeponz]

When they get back to Xing Zhi's residence, the camera pans to him painting a plain umbrella, and I thought, man, this is why I don't really get western standards for men bro probably knows his 琴棋书画 (i think i grew up watching too much 铁齿铜牙纪晓岚 and it shows) he is a distinguished educated boy with a lotta free time! HAHA

This whole time, he can hear everything Shen Li is raging/malding about lol and that she is like ben wang this ben wang that (what did this get translated to in the english subtitles, can someone let me know?)

Girl is still having ptsd about being captured by that butcher.

Period dramas these days do really lovely framing shots like this through circular furniture, it's so nice.

She caught his attention at the market, and looks on the brink of death - so he brings her back home where he has his healing array thing going, to help her recover. From this point on, he's always seen her at pretty much her worst, and looking after her. She's too proud to accept help but hey it doesn't bother Xing Zhi haha.

Here it is, the first "gegeda" nickname being called (like... in English I'd go with squawky or something hehe) She's too caught up on the fact her voice sounds different to pay any mind to it ...

Xing Zhi has been sitting in the yard with her until she wakes up, to which he says "oh, you're awake. I thought you were going to die. Squawky, time to eat." Literally the first thing he really says to her is to tell her to eat a meal 😭

Man tries to offer mantou ... are they sweet (southern) or plain (northern) ... Hmm

Lol I like LGX's expressions here where he is deeply amused at Shen Li, he can hear everything she is saying and it doesn't bother him haha why yes he is playing with her as he would a domestic fowl what about it.

When she falls over after all her grandstanding he's just like ... haha you don't need to be so overzealous about it, there's heaps more (mantou) lmao ok fine you don't want to eat it, that's ok, let's get you in the bath. So I think he has a pretty good idea of what she's like at this point, but she's still very ??? about him, for good reason. Hah.

[humunanunga]

Project: Eden’s Garden prologue just dropped and here’s my thoughts on the cast so far 👀

Damon: Oh, so we finally get to play as a tool. Just a total trashman. It’s almost like if we went into the first Danganronpa playing as Byakuya LMAO. Can’t wait to watch his guy slowly figure out he was being a gatekeeping prick just to feel self-important and not have to think about having an identity apart from his talent.

Eva: I love her. I already liked her design when the voice cast was announced, which I also really like, and now I’m really looking forward to how her arc pans out. I like how a lot of her dialogue consists of questions/guesses, directives, or observations you wouldn’t need to take her word for. I also like that, assuming it’s true-- and so far, I’m willing to bet it is-- that, while hesitant, she was honest about being the Ultimate Liar. Imagine how that’d blow up in her face later if she tried lying about what kind of Ultimate she was. She knows it’s a lot to ask for with her talent, but she definitely acts like she wants to be trusted. I already said this in Youtube comments, but the contrast against Kokichi really makes a point for why she’s the Ultimate Liar: a good liar knows when not to lie. For one, a bad liar tells lies they can’t get away with, and for another, if your reputation precedes you, all it takes to deceive everyone is to tell the truth and let their suspicion do all the work.

Grace: Uncalled for, but Damon kinda earns it later.

Wolfgang: A polite boy. A lad, even. Save for how riled up that “demo” got him. Wondering whether he’ll be Damon’s Kaito or his Kokichi... Right now, it seems like Damon’s set himself up to be Wolfgang’s Kokichi. Yikes.

Toshiko: We haven’t seen her mouth yet... curious. Could mean nothing... but if this fangame also includes a plant among the killing game participants, she’s my first guess. Danganronpa loves red herrings, so I don’t think it’d be Eva, but Toshiko? Her color scheme would also fit, everyone woke up in pairs, and a lot of those pairs seem to work well together or at least balance each other out.

Eloise: Hello, so you have red eyes, huh? Is there something you’re not telling us? What was that about analyzing your opponent and predicting their next move, almost like you would in chess? Sorry, you seem very sweet, I just know how these games go.

Desmond: Oh no, you’re gonna get a lotta heat for your talent later, aren’t’cha. I am so sorry, you seem like a real chill dude.

Jean: idk, guys, he's jacked and reliable, and beefcakes with integrity tend to strike out on the fourth case in this series...

Ulysses: Another design I loved from the get-go. I get the impression his habit of note-keeping could be important later... I’m rooting for his survival, but that journal could easily be evidence later.

Ingrid: We love a beefsteak.

Kai: I could see the Ultimate Influencer being a traitor or mastermind and using their talent to gather an audience for their killing game, cuz the games are always streamed and he has a lot more black and white in his outfit than Cassidy, but I... kinda doubt it’ll be him unless they’re all revealed to play roles as the mastermind.

Diana: tbh I’m really hoping she’ll be one of the killers. There’s a lot of potential for a makeup artist to cover their crime, like concealing or faking injuries. They did say she’s done makeup for cinema, I’m just saying. I’m just saying! At the very least, even if she’s cleared, I really hope she’ll be a suspect.

Jett: Don’t know what I expected, but I’m loving his energy. He is doing his best.

Mark: What was with that leer on the train? Did he recognize Damon?

Cassidy: Ohhh boy, are she and Wenona gonna duke it out at some point?

Wenona: Damon... my guy... I woulda thought you’d get along with her. You are a certifiable hypocrite if you’re gonna judge her for being an Ultimate elitist.

Cara: Oh, this wasn’t Eden’s first killing game, was it. I’m surprised none of them pointed out after the practice trial how Cara was an Ultimate too... Wolfgang was right. Asking why would’ve been just as important as asking how. We’re gonna circle back to this case later, aren’t we-- hold on... was... was the point of doing this... did... could Cara’s killer have won a class trial?

Tozu: Did... did he sound like Dr. Frank-N-Furter to anyone else or is that just me? Great voice either way, interesting that it looks like he’s wearing a grey body suit under that coat that'd make him look more like an unnamed Danganronpa culprit. Interesting.

Mara: idk, she yoked tho.

[dismyzz]

orionace questions:

can clover attend their wedding.......

who would get a crush first...

how did they meet.....

what's their dynamic........

who kisses the other first....

how long would it take for the other to realize/reciprocate......

whats their favourite aspect of each other....

how long until the first person gets feelings.....

Yes absolutely!!!!

I feel like it would be ace tbh. he doesnt catch feelings for people very often at all but orion is really special to him, and so is the time they spend together .

I feel like they met through starlo ! ace came to help him with something at home and starlo was like "oh yeah this is my brother orion! I gotta go attend to some stuff, but y'all play nice 'til i get back :]" and they got to talking and began hanging out really often, even finding excuses to go and see eachother lmao

I hc both of them as autistic , and they do a lot of parallel play (doing seperate things in the same room without interacting , mainly for the company) they're also both on the quieter side, but do their most chatting with eachother !! they're also really physically affectionate, because neither of them are good at articulating words in a romantic way very well . definately LOTS of cuddling and hand holding .

I'd say ace tbh, orion respects ace's privacy way too much to go in for a kiss first

I feel like they fell for eachother around the same time, so it wasnt too long before they both were like "oh shit. i love him."

i feel like for orion, ace's favorite aspect of him is how devoted to things he is tbh. he also thinks its his downfall with a lotta stuff however . I also feel like orion and ace both enjoy eachothers sarcasm with certain things, lots of jokes r cracked between them lmao . as for ace, i think orion heavily admires ace's blatant and how he just doesn't hesitate to say it how it is. he likes that in not only a friend , but a partner methinks .

I hc them both as demiromantic, so it definately took some time . definately a few months-a year

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13, 19, 22, 25, 32! :)

13. talk about a wip you like! wink wonk needletail amv!!!!!!!!! I'm determined to get him done by end of summer before uni starts again AUGH its gonna happen im gonna do it i SWEAR here's some thoughts

I was like 'why is this video taking so long' n then realized most of my amvs are 3 min tops and this one is 5 MINUTES WITH BACKGROUNDS like yea bud its gonna take a while afjskdlhg

I'm trying da vinci resolve again and with a new faster computer it's actually been going alright!! I hate. the gaussian blur it's doing weird things but I don't want to figure out how to use fusion to workaround it and it's not a huge issue so... just gonna leave it be

i hatee backgrounds and they're just kind of. im doing them out of necessity and shortcutting the hell out of them lol dont look at the backgrounds too closely when the video comes out LMAO

video itself is going good!! there's a lotta scenes im v excited to see come into its final stage and im v excited C: !!! sneak peak be upon ye!!

19. where do you find inspiration? I have an 'art ref' tag on my main blog that I usually just kind of scroll through so its mostly a collection of art/photos/colours etc i find on tumblr c:

22. do you have a favorite color palette to work with? I love warmer toned like soft brown-tinted pieces but I've never actually drawn with that i don't think.. Cooler tones I think are trickier for me (I keep ending up with pink in there but I don't think I should be??? idk lol) but i Looove when I can add a pop of like cold piercing cyan to a warm piece hehe

25. what size canvas/paper do you use? I used to draw somewhere in the 3000x2000 px range, BUT my friends were like thats so small!! and they draw on like 5000x5000 px which sounded WILD to me but I gave 5000px a shot and WOW i do like it... i can get more detail in with my lil brush.. yea so I'm transitioning over to using bigger canvases now lol

32. have you done a lot of collabs? No not besides the occasional map part (which I only really stick to doing just my part anyways!) I prefer to work individually waay more which is like a strength and a weakness cause I don't think I'm very receptive to collaborative work lol (i have less patience for it and am less likely to voice my thoughts orz.. I'd like to be better at collaboration but because its smth I avoid my brain's like well no need to improve that then afjdsklgh) BUT im p baller at getting things done on my own

Something i DID do a while back is the art collab meme with some friends which I actually really loved how they all turned out!! C: (Jo is me btw lol) (idk if there's an originator for this meme ? closest i could find was this but lemme know if there's someone else to credit)

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guilty as charged (mun edition) // accepting // anonymous asked . . . Have you ever unfollowed a blog? What were the reasons?

All the time LOL. Most often I unfollow unactive blogs, typically blogs that have been inactive for a year or damn near it. Why do I bother? Because sometimes I'll notice my dash is very slow and I'm like "daaamn I've got [this many] followers... how come nothin's happenin?" Then I realize oh wait, a lotta my mutuals became inactive lol. So softblocking them is a good way to gage how many active followers I actually have.

Other times I've unfollowed a blog just because I personally didn't vibe with the mun's ooc posts, or content they're putting out. Or, one time when somebody was just reblogging TOO many posts that were completely unrelated to their muse, and was just spamming the dashboard with unrelated fandom reblogs as if they were a personal or somethin. I don't mind a lotta ooc posts, but I do start drawing the line when my dash gets spammed with completely different fandom posts that aren't related to their muse in any way.

The most controversial time I unfollowed somebody, and this may kinda count as drama but not really, was this K.ingdom Hearts blog. For some reason, my Riddler blog took MONTHS to pick up. I mean, I had it for 4 months and couldn't get a single follow back or anything. I have no clue why - literally nobody wanted to write with me then. (Which is really bizarre, given that, I think at one point, it had 400 followers - many ppl started writing with me later). I'm gonna guess it's because my blog had dark themes / backgrounds. (I wrote my Eddie as a CSA survivor - this may be semi important later)

Anyway, a confession on one of 'em RP confession blogs was expressin' how sad they were that nobody was writing with them, I agreed with it too, also offering I'd write with 'em too. A KH blog came up to me and saying they were having the same problem. I was about to learn a big lesson in writing with them just 'cos I was sympathetic LOOOL. So basically I followed, and we kinda talked on and off for a couple weeks, we wrote a lil. But then their topics started getting ... weirder, horrible even.

Then suddenly, their posts got super fucking crazy. Like they BRAGGED about their tags were apparently QUOTES from the Columbine shooting and the Jamestown cult tragedy?! I didn't fuckin' know 'cos who would??? And like when I went to unfollow them, they were having a thread where the character casually threatens to rape his brother and it's like holy shiiiiiiiiiit. So of course, I hardblocked 'em for that clownery.

Unfortunately, I started getting anon hate on my blog (obvs from him). I got like 4 anon hates in a row - but I blocked the anon and well, that did that lol. Some of the anon hates were like "I thought you liked dark content..." and it's like yeah, when HANDLED WITH RESPECT LMAO. My character was written as a CSA survivor as a background, I don't actually write the fuckin' act out, it's just part of his story. And like, it's also there to show how male victims handle it, and how a lot of sexual abuse survivors tend to turn to hard drugs to cope with it. my BLOG HAD NOTHING THAT WAS GLORIFYING / USING TRUE CRIME SHIT & THEN HAVING MY CHARACTER THREATENING TO UGHGHHH. And like, I didn't call 'em out, didn't mention it on my blog. They can write whatever the fuck they want, I just don't want anything to do with that stuff lmao. So I blocked them.

Then I got one of their mutuals messaging me like "why did you block [user]? they thought you were good friends with them. they're really hurt :(" and it's like?? I kinda talked to them every now & then thru DMS, that's it. We never exchanged discords ffs, we were far from "friends" never mind good friends lmao. Also don't be wildin' on your dashboard, ppl are likely to become uncomfortable and unfollow.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONIC!!!

i’m sorry i don’t have much to offer in terms of content except for some old stuff :( today was a really bad day for me where i barely had the motivation to do anything. however sonic helped me through it and i couldn’t be more grateful for it <3 in fact this franchise has always been there for me when i was at my lowest. back in 2022 when the 2nd movie was released is when i started getting into the franchise, and later on that year is where what i would call “my peak loneliness” kicked in. i would pretty much cry everyday becus i didn’t think i was ever going to get real friends and i felt like no one was there for me. it seems so corny to me now but at the time i really related to sonics strong emotions of loneliness that were established in the first movie. and also i really couldn’t have entered the fandom at a better time, seeing as 2022 was dubbed the year of sonic by many based on the amount of content we got. before my “peak” was over by gaining new friends, sonic made me believe that things were *going* to get better eventually. if he gained a family, i thought i could too. when it seemed like it was taking forever, sonic was there for me every step of the way. along with that, he’s just an amazing symbol of hope for so many things i believe in, like living by your own way, giving second chances, and just overall appreciating your short time in a precious beautiful world. i love sonic so much and i don’t think that’ll ever change. happy 33rd birthday to him and many more!

here’s an edit i made last year; which coincidentally is when i sprained my ankle so this time last year was also once again very hard for me lmao

it’s not that good becus i hardly ever edit but i remember having a lot of fun with it so idc

and i begged my mom to make chilli dogs today so here’s my sonic plushie (whom btw i spent a lotta time hugging today 😭) with my meal

lastly here’s a really unfinished sketch i did a couple days ago of sonic in his bday gear

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LITG S9 Thots for this week

Guess we’re back bitches! Put your clown makeup on🤡🤡🤡

• Meet your new favorite islander for the next 3 months, Kiara from New York😛

• First off the hair options…Prolly the worst we’ve had in a while like they’re already not serious LMAO.

• SAVE ME BELLA! PLEASE!

• It hasn’t even been 1 minute and Hamish already working my nerves omgmsmdekak I got beef with every bitch that made them bring him back😭😭😭

• Six foot six…I’m bout to go crazy😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🥴🥴🥴

• So I see Melissa want beef with me? Bet!

• I gotta start off the season listening to a dude I don’t want feen over me. Fusebox I’m not happy with that!

• Yes you are Finn now MOVE!

• CALLED IT!

• Ok but why Kat’s new mug kinda eating tho liiiiiike??? This the first makeover they done did that ain’t made me bust out laughing.

• Kat I DO NOT want Captain Redbeard chill out sis.

• The first ex-review making Melissa looking bad ugh yes they did that for me!

• I heard Natasha’s ex was saying she a real eater…have fun WLW players😏😏😏

• Now why my review had to make me look like the bad guy??? Don’t piss me off!

• If they bring Stefan back and try to start Ex In The Villa 2.0 I’m done I am not kidding😕

• Not doing outfit time for now cuz there’s a lotta shit available but just know I love the blue dress and hate the pink one❤️

• This outfit is so simple but he look so damn good omg Henri I’m really finna put this pus- *mic cuts*

• Bae Imma just pretend you ain’t tell me this❤️

• No cuz look his only flaw is that he a bit of a lovestruck dummy and that’s it, y’all not finna make me hate him idc!!! That’s not even a bad thing.

• What even is Chen’s party outfit???

• Katherine be fr😭😭😭

• Oh they wasn’t playing Chen really was a man whore. You was breaking up friendships slanging that dick around babe?

• Wait but this ‘describe yourself in bed’ game kinda tea. Tasha you ate that sis!

• Why they gag him I’m so dead.

• Girl I just know Henri be talking you through it oouuu😩😩😩

• Ong you not but go off sis.

• Idk why me telling Chen that I’m finna just go sleep with Henri is killing me so bad. Like they really letting us be honest with our thottin’ and bottin’ this season😭

• Soooo…am I supposed to like care that Henri told Melissa that he “wants to get to know her”? Maybe he said that cuz they’re complete fucking strangers and know nothing about each other LMAOOO. Talking bout he playing both of us naw girl you just playing yourself💀💀💀

Alright well that was…a nice starter tbh. If they actually wanna do right by us this season then I think it has the potential to get better along the way!

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I feel like the fandom perceives Doctor Andonuts more harshly than Itoi probably intended. Maybe a little more harshly than the character deserves. I'm always seein him discussed n' portrayed as if he's The Worst Dad Ever, And A Terrible Person Besides. Which is a pretty tall order in a series jam-packed full of shitty fathers and morally bankrupt characters. Maybe I just read him differently than most folks do? I dunno. I like him. I'll go to bat for him. Kooky old scientist thoughts (for both EB and M3) below.

Dropping Jeff off at boarding school and never visiting for 10 years is brutal, don't get me wrong. In the scene's context, though, it comes off more like an absurd comedic circumstance than a condemnation. Peak EarthBound shit. And while Jeff's scarcely "written" in the game, nothing about the way he's presented actually conveys a sense of abandonment or bitterness. (I like to imagine he's got a lotta bones to pick with his dad, but I think that's mostly in the realm of headcanon.) (Also, while Andonuts being his only family would make it objectively much worse, there's nothing in EarthBound to suggest Jeff doesn't have a mom, or other family members.) Mother's not exactly subtle when it's putting a father worthy of harsh judgment on the table. Aloysius and Wess come to mind. I do reckon if the Doctor was supposed to be presented as an irredeemable monster, Itoi would've really driven the point home. Instead of smothering the guy's dialogue in funny off-kilter quips. Like the bit with the donuts, and inviting Jeff to come back in 10 more years, and tellin his friends he wets the bed (how would Andonuts even know that?? is he thinking of when Jeff was a toddler?? lmao). He's a socially blundering absent father, and he stirs troubled sentiments, for sure. But he's definitely not outright malignant.

The thing is, there's reason to believe the guy's working on it. Jeff and Andonuts (and pals) go through a lot of shit together over the course of the game. By the end, Jeff expresses that he's very eager to spend time with his dad, get to know him better, work collaboratively with him. Presumably Andonuts feels the same, having finally bonded with his son through all these world-saving hijinks. It feels like a sweet little character arc to me. A reclusive scientist learns to value something beyond his own work, and begins to make amends by welcoming Jeff back into his life. Perhaps death-defying circumstances shifted his perspective, reminding him of what's most important? Even if you assume the worst of Andonuts earlier in the game, EarthBound's ending is really uplifting and hopeful for these two.

Which really makes his appearance in Mother 3 all the more tragic. Andonuts was willing at last to actually be there for his son, and then Porky had to go and yoink him outta the timeline. The Doctor explicitly says he's only working with Porky because he's been forced to - and he isn't thrilled about it in the slightest. After the chimera lab, he tells Lucas he's been inspired to escape. That he wants to devote his work to benefiting all living things, whatever that means! He's the guy who really "defeated" Porky, presumably planning the Capsule trap in secret all along. He doesn't even belong in this time or place, but damn if he's not finding ways to do good for the new world he's found himself in. Same way he devoted himself to the fight against Giygas, before.

The fact he's been torn away from his son (possibly irreconcilably?) doesn't come up, and god I wish it did. But considering how much extraneous dialogue's been cut from the game (and this would've definitely been extraneous)? If he'd said "gosh I sure wish I could see Jeff again" it'd draw specific attention to the displaced plight of Porky's timetravelers - thus, failing to resolve it would probably feel like a loose end. I can see how that might've been outta line with the narrative's scope. I'm not sure it's fair to infer the streamlined writing implies Andonuts forgot about Jeff, or doesn't care about him. Dude was never very expressive about his personal life EarthBound, anyways. Call it a headcanon of course, but imo, it seems more likely he's keeping his sorry sentiments to himself.

I just think Dr. Andonuts is a really interesting character, with a lot of potential. EarthBound gives us this clever play on the "funny kooky genius scientist" trope, asking how a guy like that might prioritize work over family. Has this deadbeat dad begin earning back his bond with his son. It ends on such a wholesome feel-good note! Then Mother 3 brings forth all these gutwrenching implications. The thought of Jeff stranded back in 199X (feeling confused, abandoned, possibly even betrayed??) breaks my fuckin' heart!! Andonuts being coerced to use his genius for evil, all the while plotting Porky's eternal imprisonment? A guy who directly contributed to saving the world from Giygas gets dropped into a post-apocalyptic Earth, finding out he'd only been delaying the "inevitable"? That humans would destroy themselves, possibly thanks to the technological advancements of people like him! Realizing his efforts to reconnect with Jeff might've been all in vain, that he may never make it home again! Vowing to do good for this world anyways?? Agh. And he's presented as just a quirky unflappable oddball old fart the whole time! To call him a good person would be dubious as hell, but damn if he's not fascinating.