#or if i'm even going to use any of them ever again

[kyri45]

✨Spicynoodles Bio Parents AU Q&A! 01/07✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach/Spicynoodles Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@monkeyqueen2012 ha chiesto: So we get to see when Kai's grandparents absolutely kick the s*** out of the Ninja' villains? Or a scenario where Kai's family has to say him and the ninjas from the villains and get to see the villain s*** their pants?

we will get badass MK and RedSon protecting Kai, yes. Not really the rest of the fam for now.

@lulushadowpeach ha chiesto: I have a question so since Kai is Spicynoodles fanchild wouldn't that mean nya is Kai step sister?

in a way? but they are still sibling, full bio or not.

@jumpy-buggy-33 ha chiesto: I am curious who proposed: MK or Red Son?

RedSon, mostly because MK allowed him to cause he knew that would make him happy.

@cjtuy ha chiesto: Has red son and mk been on any cute dates yet like a movie night with their favorite snacks or a cute dinner date

oh yeah plenty. They prefer cozy dates where both are in bed, sorrounded by snaks and tv drama.

@lulushadowpeach ha chiesto: Question what do you think Mk and Red son will react when they see Kai their son again?

similar to HTTYD 2 in a way

@stonefox1130 ha chiesto: Okay, so, in your Bio Parents UA, have shadopeach officially said they love each other? Other than saying they forgive each other.

not on the comic, but off-screen yeah.

@pettrainer ha chiesto: Wu is peach, Mac is plum, and Ju ( don’t know how to spell the baby name ) is apricot. Does MK have a cute fruit nickname?

Mango?

@asexual-not-asexual-detective ha chiesto: How did the little monkey buddies on flower fruit mountain react to new baby apricot? Do they call her princess? How did they react to Macaque officially coming back as Wukongs mate? Is he their queen? Other King?

Yes they call her princess. Macaque coming back was like a long-awaited tv-drama character return, they all knew Wukong was still simping hard for him

@wolfsonic ha chiesto: Not me realizing Mk and Red Son are gonna have the same situation with Kai that WuKong and Macaque had with Mk. They don't see their son grow up. Like at least they get to spend however many years, so Red and Mk have his younger years with him, but if they ever see Kai again, he's gonna be a grown adult. Not the baby they remember. I know their situations were different, and Macaque and WuKong were not even equipped to handle a kid, but Mk and Red probably prepared for Kai, and then he's just gone. I'm so scared to learn what Mk and Red's reaction to their son just going missing.

yup, but MK more than anyone else will be understanding of his son situation.

@kingofthe7sins ha chiesto: Hey Kyri, what are your thoughts about Kai (through multiversal shenanigans) meeting over ninja teams, like the Ninja Turtles and their dynamics with each other? since the Four Turtles have similar personalities as Kai and the other ninjas

we aren't really going to that specific universe but i guess they would be bonding pretty quickly

@shortstack-pancakes ha chiesto: Hello!! I saw the ask about Kai’s demon features, so I have a follow up question if it hasn’t been asked before. If Nya is Mei’s daughter, would she have some dragon ish features or qualities/aspects?

yes and she already have experienced them all the times after she became a dragon, they aren't a permanent feature on her but they appear when she uses her power a lot, similar to Mei

@doggodonut12 ha chiesto: Hi! I just want to say I love your art- And ask a small question about future MK- like when Redson and MK have Kai- and even after that. Like what do they wear? Do they wear what they wore for the painting usually? I feel like MK would still wear some casual clothes with some traditional elements? I just want to know if their style would ever change in your au

They wear some hanfu and normal training outfit when at home, and their normal modern clothing when hanging out in Megapolis

@sierracarl ha chiesto: For the spicynoodles bioparents au, Kai would probably have a chinese birth name. So may I suggest... Jinfeng. Jin(金): meaning gold Feng(凤): meaning phoenix or wind I like the tie-in to Iron Fan with the wind thing. Thank you for your consideration. Also, your comic got me into LMK because it's so good and I wanted to know what was going on.💛

We are sticking to their canon name. Also Kai is a gender-neutral chinese name meaning victory (凯)

@cheshire61 ha chiesto: Why can my brain just hear Kai going to Redson and MK after a kid like steals a toy or something while at a park "Father, Baba, I crave violence." And MK is just like "No Kai, No Violence" while Red Son just really wants to say go for it?

they would answer at the same time opposite answer and then they would stare at each other like "what?"

@nica0509 ha chiesto: Mei and Lloyd as distant cousins? Perhaps the dragon father/mother of the first spinjitzu master had as a sibling a Mei ascendant dragon.

I mean.... there are tons of dragons, not all of them are related but yeah there can be the possibility

@darkshadow-lightpeach ha chiesto: This has me wondering… and I have a feeling that you already have a Mystic monkey design for Kai😭 or maybe a bull design? Like Redson? But it’s probably gonna be a mix of both and I have a feeling that it is a mix of both😭

yup, slightly more RedSon than MK but still a mix.

@estellardreams ha chiesto: Since your next series is gonna be Ninjago Dragons Rising x LMK I have a question... Are there gonna be ships from Dragon's rising in this or are you gonna keep that under wraps for now?

Not yet. I WILL keep a little bit of canon Jaya since in Dragon Rising is still relevant but other than that nothing too centered.

@shay-bug ha chiesto: How do you feel about the headcannon of kai adopting wyldfyre? Also, do you like wyldfyre? She's my favorite character!

I love wyldfire! even though I'm still in denial over the fact she already has a boyfriend. Like no. She's my baby. she's too young wdym

@amalgamorph ha chiesto: Was Kai's name always Kai or did MK and Red Son call him something different?

other than nicknames, they called him Kai.

[formulafanfics13]

oscar request for you:

i'm thinking of brat tamer!oscar who's put up with reader's behaviour all day like the worst he's done is given her a strong glare but has remained composed and mostly indifferent all day. it's when they get in private that he's mad af and punishes reader by "fucking the attitude out" (smth like overstim, rough fucking etc) until reader's mind is effectively mush

totally up to you but maybe you can include a bit where oscar fucks reader in front of a mirror and makes them recite wtv he says even though they're clearly out of it from already having orgasms (i hope this makes sense)

OHHHH this idea I LOVEEE (always love a bit of a brat plot!)

say it again - OP81 🔥

Masterlist

Summary: You spent the entire day acting like a fucking menace. Rolling your eyes. Flirting with everyone but him. Ignoring texts, whispering filth, and pushing every single one of Oscar’s buttons just to see if he’d snap. He didn’t. Not in public. But the second that hotel room door shut, he made you pay for it. Quietly. Brutally. Without mercy. Because Oscar didn’t do scenes — he did consequences.

Warnings: explicit smut, degradation, dom!Oscar, rough sex, spanking, hair pulling, choking (consensual), toy use (plug), forced mirror play, orgasm control, overstimulation, humiliation kink, mild tears, brat-taming, aftercare, praise kink, D/s themes, established relationship, power dynamics, filthy language, everything is consensual but nothing is soft.

You’d been awful all day. Like, genuinely horrible.

Rolling your eyes every time he spoke. Pushing every single button just to see if you could get a rise out of him. Pouting in front of the other drivers. Fake laughing too loud at Charles’ jokes. Making a point of ignoring Oscar’s texts during the debrief. Whispering don’t look so serious all the time, baby, it’s boring in his ear when no one was looking.

And Oscar? He said nothing. He didn’t lose it. Didn’t snap. Not once. The only thing he gave you was a tight jaw, a long exhale through his nose, and one warning look. That was it.

Which, if you’d had any common sense, would’ve scared the shit out of you. Because Oscar didn’t do loud. He didn’t do theatrics. He didn’t do scenes. He did consequences. Quietly. Precisely. Cruelly.

So when he unlocked the door to the hotel room that night and you waltzed past him with your usual little smirk, hi honey, still mad?, you didn’t even see it coming.

The door clicked shut. And the mask dropped. He grabbed you from behind and slammed you into the wall. Not painfully. Just firmly. Controlled. The same way he drives. “Get on the bed,” he said, voice flat.

You blinked. “What-”

He didn’t repeat himself. You backed up. Sat. He didn’t even look at you as he pulled a small black bag from the wardrobe. Tossed it on the mattress beside you. Opened it slowly. Quietly. Like he’d been waiting for this.

A toy. Two, actually. And lube. Your throat went dry.

Oscar looked at you. “Strip.”

You hesitated. His head tilted, expression unreadable. “You want to act like a brat all day? You want to embarrass me? You want to flirt and pout and push?”

You nodded slowly, eyes wide. “I thought you liked it when I tease-”

“I like you on your knees,” he said, calm as ever. “I like you obedient. I like you ruined.”

Your breath caught.

“And tonight, you’re going to learn what happens when I let things slide.”

He didn’t undress you gently. He stripped you like he was bored of your bullshit. Tossed your top on the floor, dragged your trousers down like you were wasting his time. Then the toy went in. One, then two fingers to stretch you. No warning. No prep beyond what was needed.

You were already shaking. And then he made you watch.

Dragged you in front of the mirror across from the bed and pushed you down on all fours, legs spread, plug tight and snug between your thighs.

He crouched behind you, voice cool. “Look at yourself.”

You did. Eyes wide. Mouth open. A mess already. Oscar grabbed a fistful of your hair. “You want to act like a brat in front of everyone? Good. Now you can see what that gets you.”

The first thrust knocked the breath from your lungs. Not rough. Not fast. Just deliberate. Steady. Unrelenting. Oscar was always precise. Always in control. He fucked you like it was a maths problem he was solving in his head.

One hand tangled in your hair, keeping your eyes on your own reflection. The other wrapped around your throat. Thumb tapping softly on your pulse point. “Say it,” he murmured.

You blinked.

“Say it,” he repeated, voice lower. “Say you’re a brat. Say you need to be punished.”

You whimpered. He pulled out suddenly. You cried out. Slap. His palm cracked across your ass. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to shock.

“Say. It.”

Your voice shook. “I’m a brat. I need- fuck, I need to be punished.”

“Louder.”

“I need to be punished, Oscar, please-”

He slid back in, deeper than before. And faster now. Relentless. Measured. His hips slammed into you with cold purpose, his voice still calm. “Good girl.”

You sobbed. Legs shaking. Plug still inside. Pussy stretched around his cock while your body begged for a break. He didn’t stop. Your eyes blurred.

“Colour?” he asked, even as your body spasmed beneath him.

“G-green,” you gasped. “F-fuck, Oscar, please-”

He pulled you up by your hair, spine flush to his chest, cock still buried inside you. “Look at yourself.”

You looked. You were gone. Mindless. Mascara smudged. Mouth open.

Oscar grinned. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.” And then he grabbed your jaw. “Now say what I tell you.”

You nodded.

“Say: I’m sorry I was a fucking brat.”

You stuttered the words out.

“Say: no one fucks me like you do.”

Your voice cracked.

“Say: I’m yours.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks. “I’m yours. I’m yours, Oscar-”

“Say: I’ll be good.”

“I’ll be good, I’ll be so fucking good-”

He fucked you until your voice gave out. Until your body went limp. Until your thighs were shaking so hard he had to hold you up.

And then? He didn’t stop. He laid you flat on your back, spread your legs open, and made you take the toy and his cock together. Made you sob his name. Made you beg for something, anything, a break, a kiss, a breath.

He gave you none of it. Just the sound of his voice, low and calm, whispering filth in your ear like a promise. “You’re going to learn how to behave.”

Your fourth orgasm was just pain and light. Your fifth made you scream. He finally came with a quiet grunt, spilling inside you, holding your face in his hands like you were something precious.

Then he kissed you. Soft. Sweet. Sickeningly gentle. “Still bored of me?” he whispered.

You couldn’t even speak. He smiled. “Didn’t think so.”

[eveningcherryblossoms]

It's A Beta Life, Not A Better Life | Part 4

A platonic yandere Batfam x neglected beta reader story

Late evening, a rare peaceful night in Gotham. The Wayne pack–which was also, unbeknownst to you, the Bat pack–was currently gathered in the great room of Wayne Manor.

It was a huge, lofty room with windows going up to the second floor flanking a real wood-burning fireplace. The elaborate black mantelpiece was imported Italian marble. The mantel clock with its accompanying pair of vases and candelabra were genuine Rococo pieces in black slate and gilt bronze. The furniture was a combination of more gilt Rococo upholstered in black brocaded satin and chinoiserie black lacquer with gilding and mother-of-pearl inlay. Here and there were more touches of luxury–fresh flowers in vases, rare first editions on bookshelves, old master paintings hanging on the walls.

In spite of its luxurious appointments, however, the great room was also undoubtedly the pack room. A room the pack used on a regular basis, not one reserved for show. Piles of mismatched cushions and throws formed Dick's mini-nests, Damian's art supplies littered a table in front of a wall of paintings, Jason's stacks of to-read books threatened to engulf his armchair, a skateboard half-shoved under a sofa unmistakably belonged to Tim. And, most prominently featured over the fireplace: A life-sized portrait of the pack.

Naturally, said portrait did not include you. You weren't pack, after all. And fate willing, you'd remain out of the pack until you could get away.

Yes, it was a peaceful night in Gotham. So was the case in the great room... originally.

None of the pack members bothered tracing the origin of the squabble anymore. As had been happening with increasing frequency, out of the blue one of them would snap, and the others would follow like dominos.

A table made a screech as it was roughly shoved aside by Jason springing to his feet.

"Go say that again, Replacement, I dare you–"

Across of him, Tim sneered. "That's rich coming from you, Second Robin. I–"

"You two imbeciles better watch your words. I'm Robin now!" Damian interrupted, the paintbrush formerly in his hand already replaced for a knife.

Irritated by the combination of three angry alpha scents in full blast, Dick chucked a cushion right between his brothers. "Won't you knotheads give it a break already?!"

"Enough."

A hush fell as everyone else flinched or stiffened hearing the prime alpha's command, relaxing but a fraction when a tired sigh followed it.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. Alfred materialized from a corner and gave Bruce a light brush of the wrist to his nape–a soothing gesture generally done by a caretaker–before commenting mildly,

"It appears that the presence of a pack beta has become more necessary by the day, Master Bruce."

Another tired sigh. "I'm aware, Alfred." Bruce's eyes swept over the room, observing his beloved sons. They were settled now, if sulking terribly.

Dick, being the most attuned to Bruce, eyed him back sympathetically. "I'm afraid this is about our limit, B," he said. "Either we claim a beta for the whole pack, or..."

Disband the pack.

The sulky undertone to everyone's scent turned to distress. Regardless of their ever increasing number of fights and arguments, no one in the BatWayne pack wanted to leave it. It was family.

It was home.

For them, not you.

Bruce's already serious face became even graver at that. He knew he wasn't a perfect man, father, or alpha. But he was fiercely proud of his pack, fiercely fond of his pups even though they'd long since presented. He'd made this pack with all his children and the prospect of relinquishing it filled him with dread beyond any other thing he could think of.

Wait. All his children?

A pang of guilt and shame cut through Bruce as he very belatedly remembered you.

You, Reader Wayne... No, Reader S, his child with her.

God, what an omega! Her beauty was the sort that would look beautiful no matter what. Should she get a deep cut or burns, Bruce wasn't even being cynical thinking that many omegas would want to get the same scar. But it was hardly her beauty that captivated Bruce. Her competence, her character, her everything. Bruce never said it to his children, especially Damian, but the truth was that Bruce could've loved her, far more than he ever did Talia or anyone else.

It shamed Bruce how, upon learning of her death and your existence, his first thought was maybe they'd look alike, maybe it'd be like having her back in his life. It shamed him further to see you and feel disappointed.

You didn't deserve that, Bruce knew. More than once he had contemplated sending you away to your mother's relatives and friends, so to receive the love and attention he seldom gave you. Only more selfishness prevented him from doing so, as he didn't want to be separated from the last piece of her.

It was perhaps a blessing, that you weren't the least like your mother in looks and character. You were so good, so considerate, so self-reliant. Bruce could leave you to fend for yourself for years and you'd still turn out all right–

Another pang of guilt and shame cut through him. He did leave you to fend for yourself. Bruce swore he didn't mean to! Life just–kept going. He had meetings and patrols and trainings and more than a hundred other things to attend to, and in his downtime, well. You were never there. All Bruce's other children were. He... forgot you.

When Dick mentioned being surprised to see you in the nursery wing, Bruce actually went blank for a second. Who were you? Thankfully you didn't know it. Thankfully you didn't know how surprised he was to see you being so tall already.

Bruce didn't wonder what secondary gender you presented as. Alpha, of course. With him being a prime alpha and your mother an omega, it was a given what you'd turn out as. He refused to feel further disappointment at that, although a pack with five alphas and two omegas was a recipe for disaster.

Although with you being a civilian, there was no doubt that you'd be pushed around if not beaten up by the other alphas. You were so competent after all, surely you'd be able to figure out how to coexist with the rest of the pack.

Absently, as he joined his children watching a movie, Bruce had a last shameful thought.

It would've been wonderful had you presented as a beta.

A/N: (me, the whole time writing this) To hell with your shame and guilt, Bruce!!!

Btw my manga package got missent 😔 The mailman took a pic of presumably the fences of the house my package was dropped in but I have zero idea where it is, it's definitely not my house 😭 Luckily it wasn't my other manga package that contained the complete twenty volumes otherwise I would've disgraced myself in public

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[slutsenpai]

ブルーロック ⊹˚˖୧ forget-me-not ◞♡ kunigami rensuke, itoshi sae, chigiri hyōma, mikage reo

angst about the blue lock boys forgetting your anniversary, based on this request ↬ tysm nonnie !! I really ate with the reo part, not gonna lie :3

request summary. reader plans a special date & she gets all dressed up, makes the reservation, waits patiently at the restaurant … but he never shows. minutes turn into hours, and eventually the staff tells her they’re closing. she heads out, and it starts pouring rain. she didn’t bring an umbrella, so she walks home soaked — dress ruined, makeup running, heart shattered. and when she gets home, she finds him there — and the second he sees her all drenched and quiet, it hits him. he completely forgot. no message, no excuse … and now he has to face the guilt of leaving her alone on a night that meant everything to her.

content. angst, sae being manipulative, mentions of alcohol, implied sex, characters are in their 20s !!

⊹˚˖୧ rensuke

“baby?” rensuke called as he walked into your bedroom, worried when you didn't rush to the door to greet him. you hadn't seen him in a few days because he was away at a training camp, and he hadn't heard from you all night.

you were still awake but hardly, turning and throwing him the meanest glare he had ever seen from your pretty eyes. you had cried all of the energy out of your system.

“why're you all dressed up, babe? and your makeup—” his weight dipped the mattress, leaning over to touch your face softly, where all of your black eyeliner and mascara ran messy tracks down your flushed cheeks.

“fuck off,” you shrugged his hand away. you were too tired and dejected to confront him.

“what happened? did someone—”

all you could do was laugh. had he always been this stupid?

he tried to touch you again, this time your shoulder, but you still smacked him away. you looked gorgeous, despite your ruined makeup and messy bedhead. all dolled up, still in your little dress that you had worn for him. it wasn't until he noticed the necklace you were wearing that he realized what he had done — it was his gift to you from your first anniversary last year, on this exact day.

“fuck ... fuck.” he groaned, hiding his face in his hands. it was his friend's birthday today, and he didn't even think twice when agreeing to the plans since it was the last day of camp with them. he wasn't paying attention to the number date, just the day of the week. god, he was so fucking stupid.

“baby, I am so fucking sorry. and I know that sorry won't cut it for this, just... fuck. I can't believe I would ever do that to you, you mean everything to me, I'm...”

you just let him talk, not really listening. your lack of acknowledgement was making him panic. “how can I make it up to you?”

“you can't, rennie.”

he sighed, desperately wanting to touch you. “I'll do anything for you, baby doll. any present, anywhere you wanna go, anything. I'll spend the next year making up for it, and I’m gonna spoil the hell out of you for the next one, and every one after that. I'll fucking grovel at your feet if you want me to. I am so fucking sorry.”

“you think we’re gonna last another year?”

“d-don’t say shit like that. of course we are. I love you.”

you just sighed in response, not feeling up to saying it back.

“I know it’s late, baby, but take a bath with me. I wanna hold you, and clean up that pretty face of yours. and tomorrow, we’re going to the spa, okay? and whatever restaurant you want. we’ll go shopping all next week on my off days, and—”

“enough. just let me sleep.”

he pouted, but didn’t give in. he got up to run the bath, then came back to finally scoop you up in his arms, holding you close. you let him have his way. you were too tired and honestly, he did seem very apologetic. you’d give him a chance to make up for it.

⊹˚˖୧ sae

you were on the couch when he came over, using his key to open the door as you drowned your sorrows in some really good sake. you rolled your eyes and giggled when he walked over to you, his intense gaze already cold and scrutinizing. his eyes softened the slightest when he saw that you were all dressed up.

“you look cute, angel. what's the occasion? I came over because you wouldn't answer—”

“what's the occasion?” you spat back at him, a challenging and dangerous smile on your glossy lips. “you fucking tell me, handsome.”

he sat next to you on the couch, finally able to see that you had cried all of your pretty makeup off. he gently played with your hair and you let him, throwing back a long drink straight from the bottle.

he thought for a moment before checking the date on his phone, then clicking it off and setting it on the coffee table. he was aware that your anniversary was coming up, but his soccer schedule was insanely busy. “two years.” he responded, listless and unapologetic.

“yeah. too bad it won't last any longer. fucking waste.” you told him. you had really been thinking it over. not even just tonight after he did this, but the past few weeks. you loved sae more than anything, but you were so tired of how fucking selfish he could be.

“don’t be a stupid girl, angel dove.” he said softly, running his spread palm down your back, slowly rubbing up and down.

“you do things that piss me off all of the time, and I always get over it.” as if you'd ever do something like this.

“I'm still jetlagged from that flight and I slept all day. I'm sorry, my love. it won't happen again.”

“yeah, it won't happen again because—”

he gave you a stare so mean that it made your blood freeze over and your heart skipped a beat. “don't finish that sentence, love. you're mine.”

“n-no,” you stammered, unable to even say that one word with any sort of confidence.

“yeah, you're mine.” his hand was on your waist now, and you could feel his blunt nails start to dig in the slightest. you straightened your back, averting your gaze from his. neither of you relented your words so he leaned in, his eyes half-lidded and hungry. he eyed you like prey, those gorgeous long lashes framing something deadly and cruel.

he didn't even have to kiss you because you gave in first, you missed him so much and you loved him. he tasted so sweet and he was usually so good to you, and you needed him. he guided you onto his lap, his hands were possessive in how they roamed your body but he was gentle, as if you’d break or flee if he pushed too hard, too fast.

he pulled away for a quick breath, whispering, “admit it.”

“I-I’m yours, sae.” god, you were so down bad for him.

“good girl. we'll go out to dinner tomorrow, okay? I promise that I’ll make up for it. and I'm tired as hell but I gotta fuck that brattiness out of you, so you’re coming with me to bed.”

“because I got mad that you forgot our anniversary?”

“nah, for acting like you were gonna leave me. as if.”

⊹˚˖୧ hyōma

you had actually cried all of the tears out of your body at this point. you took a bubble bath in your big tub, curled up into yourself and listening to the saddest songs that you could find.

chigiri opened the bathroom door, humming to himself, smiling when he saw you. he had missed you so much, but the fact that you refused to look at him gave him pause. he thought at first that your makeup was messed up from the bath, but it was obvious that you had been crying. your dress was discarded on the floor, completely soaked from your rainy walk home.

you still didn’t say anything, and he gently plucked your airpods out, placing them back in their case on the side on the tub. “hi, angel, missed you.” he leaned in to kiss your forehead and you backed away.

“what’s wrong, pretty girl?”

you stared at him, lips pouted and brows drawn. “you really don’t know?”

and then it hit him. he jumped up from where he was sitting on the tub, his eyes going wide in shock. “holy shit, I’m so sorry, my phone died on the flight and I passed out on the ride home, I didn’t even know what day it was.”

“really? your phone died? and you didn’t charge it?”

he shook his head, sitting back down on the tub ledge. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby. you know how it is, the team arranges our accommodations down to the T, so I just hopped in the car from the plane. I was still half-asleep.”

“you’re so fucking irresponsible, hyo.”

he frowned, knowing that you were right.

“I’m sorry … look at me, angel baby.” he reached out and gently took your chin in his fingertips, turning your face to his. “you’re my everything. I’m sorry that I let soccer come before you, especially on today, of all days. I’m so fucking grateful that you’re my girl .. you know that you’re perfect, right? I fucked up so bad this time.” he looked as if he were about to cry, his gorgeous cerise eyes that you loved so much were sad and glistening with tears. how could you ever stay upset with him?

you leaned into his touch as he rested his hand on your cheek, softly cradling you. “come here.” you whispered and he undressed in seconds, wanting nothing more than to take you in his arms and cover you in apologetic little kisses all across your body.

you laid down on his chest, unable to stop your tears again. it broke his heart, and he pressed small kisses all over your face, saying “I’m sorry” in between each one.

“your favorite ramen place is open twenty-four hours, right?”

“I don’t wanna go.” you whined, resting your face in his neck as he rubbed your back.

“fuck, okay … I’ll plan something for tomorrow; I’m gonna call in sick for training the next couple of days. I’ll fix it, I promise. I love you.”

“… love you too, hyo.”

⊹˚˖୧ reo

you were stunned. reo and nagi hardly drink alcohol, but the night before your anniversary, he gets plastered and ends up in a city multiple hours away? you were already at the restaurant — your favorite high end sushi bar that was nearly impossible for a normal person to get a reservation at (you called it in yourself and didn’t use reo’s connections because you wanted to surprise him).

you wanted to scream. you should’ve left, but you gathered yourself as best you could and sat at the table — the prettiest girl in the city, all alone.

reo called you a couple of minutes later, over and over again but you didn’t have anything to say to him, so you ignored his calls. he also texted you repeatedly before finally giving up because he knew that he wouldn’t get anything out of you. he had fucked up. you finally sent him one message with the restaurant’s location — “I’m here having dinner.”

you stayed there by yourself, desperately hoping that reo would walk up to your table at any second; hug you from behind and kiss the top of your head, rub your shoulders as he took in the soft scent of your perfume. all dressed up for you with a big smile on his handsome face, the prettiest boy that's ever existed. the server picked up what was going on, and he was incredibly gentle and patient with you the entire night. reo never showed.

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it was pouring rain on your walk home, but you honestly didn’t care. you stumbled into your apartment that you shared with reo, trailing rainwater all through the pristine hardwood floors, ripping your platform heels off and going straight to the freezer to stuff your face with mochi.

reo came home just a couple minutes after you, and you absolutely broke down in tears once you saw him. he was out of breath, soaking in rain himself because he sprinted home from the train station.

you didn’t talk for a few minutes, just ugly crying into his chest as he held you close and whispered apologies into your neck.

“I’m so sorry, baby, please don’t fucking leave me.” he begged, not wanting to physically let you go here and now because he was fucking terrified that you’d run and never come back.

“you broke my heart, reo.” was all that you finally managed to say, looking into his pretty lilac eyes that you usually found so much comfort in.

he held your face with both of his hands, and he was so, so much bigger than you. he hated himself right now, for doing this to you. how you were so fucking gorgeous, that you dressed up all for him, how you were the most important thing to him in his entire life and he was the one who did this to you. pretty, glimmering eyes and wet mascara on long lashes. his sweet, precious girl.

“listen, baby. we’re gonna go out for dinner every night for the next year, okay? and you’re coming with me on all of my soccer trips, and I’m taking off all this week, and we’re doing whatever the fuck you want. anything you could possibly want. and I’m buying you a new car. anything for you, I’m so fucking sorry, sweet girl, my angel girl.”

“I don’t want things, reo, I just want you. I fucking need you.” you cried, and his heart physically ached.

“you have me, baby, m’not fucking going anywhere ever again, not ever, I’m so sorry. and I need you, too.” he told you, and he meant every single word.

you sniffled up at him and he gently wiped the tears off of your pretty face. “‘n we’re not eating out every night, that’s so unhealthy,” you mumbled, pressing your face into his warm, toned chest. he laughed, kissing the top of your head.

“yeah? I’m eating you out every night,” he giggled.

“reo!” you whined, pouting up at him and he kissed your lips this time, softly sighing against your mouth.

“then you’re at least letting me cook for you when we don’t go out, okay?”

“okay.”

the air between you was lighter now, and reo almost felt like he could breathe again.

“I’m sorry, and I love you so much.”

“I love you, reo.”

you didn’t know why, but you wanted to fuck him so bad right now, even after everything. the emotions were just too much, and he always made you feel so good.

and he did make you feel so good later that night, fucking hell. he had something to prove; worshipping you and making you feel truly loved. he had already ruined all other men for you, but tonight was something else entirely. every single one of his touches was reverent and purposeful, treating you like the perfect goddess that you are.

you loved each other too much; it was going to be okay. :)

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[loveharlow]

Can you do one where you broke up with rafe in he just won’t leave you alone

⋯ ♡ᵎ 💬 : idk i kind of love this

soft!rafe(?), swearing, fluff at the end

The first few days, your phone was a constant buzzing in your pocket, his name flashing across the screen. You let it ring, the vibration a dull ache against your thigh.

Then, the ringing stopped, replaced by the satisfying click of you declining his calls. You thought, hoped, that he was finally getting the message.

You were wrong.

One afternoon, a call came through, and without thinking, you answered.

"Hello-"

"Please, baby, just talk to me. I'm so sorry. I messed everything up, I know, but please, just give me a chance." His voice, hoarse and desperate, filled your ear.

"Rafe..." you sighed, the weariness heavy in your voice. "You can't keep calling me. I said I needed space. And I really do. I need to think."

"Think about what? A-about us? About whether you want to be with me?-"

"About whether it's healthy to be with you." You interrupted his ramblings. You'd broken up because Rafe, lately, had just become too much — too many parties, too many drugs, too many arguments, too many apologies. "I...I'm sorry, Rafe."

So with those last words, you hung up, the silence that followed almost deafening. You immediately put your phone on do not disturb, hoping for some semblance of peace.

It lasted all of five minutes.

Your screen lit up with a barrage of texts. You scrolled through them, each one a fresh wound, especially since you hadn't had the heart to change his contact name just yet, or the picture of you two that accompanied.

(4) New iMessages from Rafey (My Baby)💕🧸 Please, I can’t live without you. Just tell me what to do. I'll do better, okay? I'll do whatever you want me to. Baby, please, let me fix this. I love you.

You took a deep breath, willing any lingering tears to go away as you typed out a curt reply.

You Please, don't make me block you, Rafe.

But he didn't listen. And the texts kept coming, interspersed with notifications of money being sent to your Cash App. He was trying to buy his way back in. And that was the final straw. So, with an extremely heavy heart, you blocked his number.

The quiet was a relief, but it was once again short-lived. He moved to social media. Every picture you’d ever posted, even ones from years ago, or ones he’d already liked, suddenly had a fresh like from @TheRealRafeCameron. He was reliking them, a desperate plea. Then came the DMs.

New Messages from TheRealRafeCameron You took our pictures down? Babe, please, don't do this I love you. Tell me you still love me. I need you.

You blocked him there too.

Minutes later, your phone buzzed with a text from your friend.

Nat💙 omg, did u see rafe's story?

You No, I blocked him.

Suddenly, a screenshot popped up. It was Rafe's Instagram story, a white background, a photo of the two of you in the middle, with black text above it: "$1000 to the first person who can get my girlfriend to unblock me. No questions asked."

Nat💙 girl, if it was me, i'd unblock him but maybe i'm too weak for this actually, yeah no, stand on business!! (idk what he did)

Your blood ran cold. He was really doing this. You took a deep breath, opened your own story: "If you message me about Rafe, I'll block you too."

Moments passed and, finally, everything went quiet.

You were able to drift off to sleep, the silence welcome. But in the middle of the night, a familiar roar shattered that peace.

Rafe's car.

Outside your window.

You shot up, heart pounding, and rushed to the window, careful not to wake your parents.

And there he was, standing in your driveway, the headlights of his car illuminating him, blinding you. He was holding a ridiculous, oversized stuffed animal, a bouquet of flowers, and a bag from your favorite restaurant.

You cracked your window. "Rafe!" You hissed, hands gripping the edge of you window seal. "What are you doing? My parents are sleeping!"

He looked up, his eyes wide and earnest. "I had to see you. I know it's late, okay, I know. But I can't do this, baby."

You gritted your teeth, rolling your eyes. "Wha- When-" You sighed, giving up whatever thought was trying to roll. "And where the hell did you find Valentine's stuff? It's June."

He offered a sheepish grin. "I have my ways." He said, a hint of smugness in his voice before it disappeared. "Please, just come down and talk to me. I know you're mad, but please..."

You stared him down without a word, though a part of you was already weakening.

"Just come down." He pleaded. "Five minutes. That's all I ask."

You hesitated, then sighed. You knew he wouldn't leave until you did. But there was also a part of you that didn't want him to.

You tiptoed downstairs, unlocked the front door, and stepped out into the cool night air.

He was there in an instant, the stuffed animal almost as big as him. He handed you the flowers and the food, then the giant plush. "I know I messed up..." He started, a hand reaching out to caress your face, voice low. "But I'm willing to do anything to fix this, okay? I mean it this time. I'm not lying, and I won't fall back, I swear. I just... I love you, and I don't know what to do without you. I don't know what life looks like without you, but I don't wanna find out. I never meant to hurt you and I won't do it ever again. I promise, okay?"

You looked at the ridiculous array of gifts, at the genuine remorse in his eyes, and a small, reluctant smile touched your lips. "...You're unbelievable, y'know that, right?"

He took your hand, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. "Is that a good unbelievable or a bad unbelievable?"

You shook your head, a laugh escaping your lips. "Good."

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[lunareclipse-writes]

It may seem like a stupid question, but what would be headcanons or not (go with your taste) of what it would be like to have a yautja courting you (I don't know how this will sound because English is not my language) and if you can, A little bit of tension

Like I know he's going to bring you an animal, but that's it???

I apologize again for any mistakes or if this text may have something uncomfortable or that you did not understand (I may have used some slang from where I live)

Not a stupid question at all! ❤

So you'll get different answers from each creator you ask because headcanons are what we think it would be like

Meaning you'll agree with some but not all based on your preferences because everyone is different in how they think

Some might headcanon they just bring you an animal, but I headcanon that even the animal they gift you is special - they make sure it reminds them of you, it has meaning

(Hope that helps, I'm not great at explaining things)

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Yautja (Predator) courtship is a fascinating topic, especially if you like your romance primal, intense, and a little terrifying in the best way.

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Yautja Courting Headcanons (with a romantic, protective twist)

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1. The Trophy Offering – More Than Just a Kill

• Yes, they will bring you an animal... but not just any animal. It'll be:

• A creature they hunted specifically with you in mind—one they think suits your strength, cunning, or beauty.

• The more dangerous the prey, the more seriously they're taking you.

• Sometimes they’ll bring parts (like bones or teeth) and expect you to wear them—like a token of protection or status.

• If you accept the trophy and keep it displayed or worn, it's basically saying “I accept you.”

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2. Blood-Marking Rituals

• He might press his blood-covered hand to your chest, forehead, or even your mouth after a hunt.

• To them, this is an incredibly intimate act—a claim, but also a sign of deep respect. They rarely touch anyone like this.

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3. Silent Guarding

• He won’t always be visible, but he’s there—especially during your most vulnerable moments: sleeping, bathing, eating.

• You may notice tiny indicators of his presence: a fresh kill nearby, the subtle hum of cloaking tech failing, the way predators avoid you now.

• If another Yautja approaches, he’ll come out of hiding real fast—aggressive body language, challenging growls. You're his.

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4. Showing You How to Kill

• Yautja don’t just love hunters—they respect those who can survive.

• He may teach you how to wield a blade or set traps, showing patience and pride when you succeed.

• If you manage to wound or kill something dangerous, he’ll be visibly aroused/impressed, even if he doesn’t say it.

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5. Crafting Personal Gifts

• When not killing things, he might work on making something from his own materials—armor pieces, a necklace, a tool with clan markings and yours mixed in.

• He’s not verbal, so he uses craftsmanship to show he thinks about you.

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6. Physical Intimacy as a Trust Test

• Yautja aren’t touchy-feely, but if he starts allowing physical closeness—like brushing your hair, touching your face, or standing close without armor—it’s HUGE.

• He may press his forehead to yours (Yautja equivalent of a kiss).

• If you initiate touch and he doesn’t pull away—or better yet, leans into it—he’s absolutely smitten.

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7. Mimicry – Echoing Your Voice

• If he’s learned your language, he may repeat certain words or phrases you say to mimic your voice.

• It’s eerie but weirdly endearing—it’s his way of trying to “speak your soul.”

• If he ever mimics something soft like “mine” or your name, it means everything to him.

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8. Jealousy & Challenge

• If another human flirts with you? Expect a tense, low growl and intimidating posture.

• He may subtly challenge them or scare them off—not to hurt, just to warn.

• This possessiveness is protective more than controlling—but it is intense.

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9. Wound-Tending

• If you’re injured, he will lose his shit.

• He may carry you to safety, clean the wound with alien tech, and stay glued to your side while you recover—even growling at others who try to help.

• Afterward, he may mark the spot with blood or a carved rune, symbolizing your survival together.

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10. Presenting You to the Clan

• The ultimate proof of his devotion: he brings you to meet his people.

• This is a ceremony, and you will be expected to act with confidence (or at least bravery).

• If they accept you, you’ll be given a protective sigil—either worn, tattooed, or marked in blood—and you’re considered part of his future.

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[justslightlymental]

"All of them Goddamn" Saja Boys x Reader Part 2

ill be so honest guys I feel like I butchered the start but oh well! I don't know for sure how long in the actual movie it took for them to defeat them yada yada. But in this AU i'll just say it took like a few months. Anyway, this doesn't have smut in it, IM SORRY BRO OKAY. im lowkey thinking of making a part 3 cuz this shit ended weird ok. ALSO reader is pregnant, if u dont like that LEAVE. its not my fault bro had unsafe smeggs in part 1

also yes im working on my other requests about them, those will be full on smut trust :33333 -

IT had been weeks since our last encounter. And oh boy… I’ve had these terrible headaches, these terrible stomach aches. The many times I’ve had to dip out of rehearsals just to empty my stomach. My energy levels have gone down the drain. I thought about reasons for a very long time, I was perfectly fine before the “Saja Boys” fiasco at the bathhouse, and a week or so after I was fine. But the more I thought about that night the more I realised how irresponsible and lust driven all of us were. Literally all of them splattered my insides white and NONE of us had any kind of protection, oh my fucking god. “What if I'm pregnant. What if im carrying the child of a fucking demon.” I spoke to myself quietly, sitting in my bed, stressing the fuck out. It all made sense, and I honestly wish it didn’t. How am I supposed to bring this up to THEM? How am I supposed to explain my predicament to my bandmates?? To our manager?? I can’t just fucking go up to them like ‘Oh yeah.. By the way, I'M pregnant and the father must be one of the Saja boys. Hell no. We had enough trouble overall with losing our fans day by day to them, and figuring out a song to completely wipe the demons out and strengthen the Honmoon up for good. Wait… If we defeat the saja boys and actually succeed, what about this possible child I might be carrying?? I mean maybe I’m not pregnant- But with everything happening there is a 98% chance I am. If we kill them- my child- or well their child too will forever be fatherless OH GOD what if the baby dies too?? I have to take a test, like badly. “Hey, I'm going out!” I said to the girls after emerging from my room, dressed very casually. “Alright, be safe okay?” Rumi said back, before turning back to her movie.

“Oh! Can you bring back chicken noodles?? I’ve been craving them!” Zoey yelled out from the kitchen. “Will do, bye bye!” “Byeeee!” Mira said, not looking away from her book.

The evening breeze was chilly, the hoodie I wore could only do so much. Feeling the cold sweeping through the tiniest openings. I walked faster, wanting to get to the sweet warmth of the pharmacy, which shouldn’t be too far now. As I finally reached the store, immediately feeling relieved and speed walking to the intimacy section, looking through all the different tests. I kept my hood up, trying to stay as hidden as possible not wanting any scandals to happen.

”Would you like some help?” A kind pharmacist said from next to me, a smile on her face. ”Uhmm… Well, anything that's trustworthy..?” I answered awkwardly.

We had a lovely conversation, she was really easy to talk to. The average auntie, well at least she looked the age… Thankfully she did not recognize me, internally sighing in relief. As I finished shopping and walked out. I was immediately met with the cold and once again began my walk back home.

Though as I was walking it felt like I was being watched, the hairs on the back of my neck rising like I was spiderman. I tried to walk faster, taking different routes but in the end a sudden smoke appeared out of nowhere, scaring the ever living shit out of me. Currently I was in an alley too so his shit truly was not ideal.

”Well well well, look who it is.” A deep voice called out and I immediately recognized it.

”Jinu??!” I said shocked, clutching the bag into my chest.

”And don’t forget about us!” Another voice said and four more men appeared right next to Jinu.

Oh for fucks sake.

”I'm not in the mood.” I scoffed. 

Okay well between you and me I was very much in the mood but I also did not want them knowing about my… predicament.

”C'mon doll we all know that’s a lie.” Abby said, walking closer to me, throwing his arm around my shoulders.

”No really, please.. Just let me go.” I sighed, my emotions in overdrive. “What’s the matter?” Mystery asked, seemingly the only one with the social skills to actually pick up on my mood. “It’s nothing, just a bad day.” I quickly said, wanting to get out of this situation before my ‘possible’ secret gets revealed. “Why do you smell so good right now?” Romance spoke up, suddenly appearing right beside me, literally inhaling my scent. “Now that you mention I smell it too.” Baby said, eyeing me up and down. Oh shit, I literally forgot they are demons. Does this basically confirm my suspicions and fears? Can they smell the change in my hormones or some shit? That's lowkey creepy, but whatever. “Just let me go.” I said once again, walking past them. Obviously they wouldn’t let me go that easily, hearing their footsteps behind me. I was seriously fed up. “You’re hiding something aren’t you? Maybe in that bag of yours?” Jinu caught up with me, tilting his head in a mocking way. “Did you pick up some toys to use incase we all met up again?” Abby joked, others giggling with him.

I chose to ignore them, as much as I honestly wanted to get down on the floor and get absolutely ravished by all of them. Getting home and doing this test and then crying my eyes out was much more favorable.  Though I don’t think they took me ignoring them very well, the next thing I knew they had stopped in their tracks, making me turn around, their faces rid of any humor or smiles. “Fine if you’re going to act like a brat. Don’t bother crawling back to us begging for more.” Jinu scoffed, all of them agreeing with him. “The entitlement is crazy!! See if i fucking care!” I yelled out, baffled at how these men… No these DEMONS were acting. No other words were exchanged as I turned on my heel and practically ran off, holding in the tears. This is how everything was supposed to go. Obviously they wouldn’t hold any emotional attachment to me, what was I expecting? A nice dinner date in the city's most luxurious 5 star restaurant?? They are demons for fucks sake, their whole thing is to just lure people in and then eat their souls. But why did it hurt so much? It’s not like they actually took advantage of me or anything, I gave them my full consent and was reckless. And now I'm paying the price for one night of pleasure. I thought, staring at the 3 positive tests in my hand. Makeup already ruined, eyeliner mushed around my cheeks, tears still flowing down freely. My emotions were all over the place, It wasn’t on my plans to become a young mother to a fucking half demon baby. Yet despite all of that I couldn’t help but already feel attached. This child was innocent, who am I to blame it for being conceived by my own foolish desires and actions. I had decided, no matter how foolish or bad, I was keeping this baby and that’s final. The next few weeks were awful, between the writing, composing of songs and rehearsals not to mention rivaling against Saja boys. AND struggling with the amazing side effects of pregnancy, thankfully I wasn’t showing yet, so I could still use our performance outfits no matter how flashy or tight they were. Things had been going south though. The Honmoon was weakening due to our lack of progress, demons appearing left and right. Fans leaving and going for Saja boys. They were practically everywhere, we were being overthrown quickly.

“Alright girls! I know everythings all ‘saja’ ‘saja’. But we are going to turn it into ‘Huntrix!’ ‘Huntrix!’ alright?” Bobby said with a smile placing a bunch of posters in front of us at our table. “There’s a bunch of fans outside who literally SLEPT on the sidewalk just to see you. “Happy fans… Happy Honmoon!” We all looked at each other and clicked our pens together, sitting at our fan event table. And so the fans bursted in and so did 5 random… sleeping bag things..? “And who do I owe this to?” Rumi asked with a smile, going to pick up a poster to sign it. “To your biggest fans…” The male said, they all revealed themselves as Saja boys. Oh for FUCKS sake. All of the attendees went crazy yelling out their band name. “Oh Saja boys It’s an honor! Table please!” Bobby said, as they brought a table down for the boys. “Joint meeting??” Half of the people lined up for us moved to the boys table. We looked at each other baffled, Rumi staying silent for a moment before standing up and announcing the boys would be seated with us and the people immediately lined back up. “WHAT?!” All of us whisper yelled.

“We need all the fans we can get…” Rumi said, sitting back down in her seat. I was now forced to sit between Baby and Jinu. Neither of them didn’t seem to pay attention to me, but I could feel glances my way ever so often. Forced to listen to them shamelessly flirting with my bandmates, forced to sit in absolute misery and worst of all.. Forced to suffer my raging hormones, oh god they smelled so good. The fan event started off good, signing posters and albums, having short chats with the fans, doing cute stuff yada yada. I was doing a pretty good job with ignoring the boys, no matter how much I wanted to oogle at them. Jinu made it very clear they don’t want anything to do with me anymore. “Hello! I hope you’re doing alright!” I smiled sweetly at the next fan in front of me, a guy my age I assumed. “Oh my god!! I can’t believe I’m finally meeting you!” He beamed with happiness, taking my hands in his. Oookayy.. could’ve asked for permission first but i’ll let it slide… Happy fans.. Happy Honmoon I reminded myself. “I can’t believe I'm meeting you! Thank you for supporting us!” I smiled back, a little forced. “I’ve been a fan since the first day, you’re my favorite! I love you so much!” He continued, moving closer to me. “I appreciate that!” I cringed internally at how close he was getting. “Would you like me to sign anything?” The fanboy gasped letting go of my hands to dig into his bag, probably for an album. I couldn’t help but notice from the corner of my eye how Jinu had turned his head towards us both, watching the interaction clearly not amused. It was then when I felt a hand land on my thigh, inching ever so closer to my core. My eyes widened for a moment before I calmed myself down, acting normal for the fan. “Please sign my album!” He asked, handing it to me and so I did.

“You’re so amazing!!! Pleaseee marry me!” The guy said, lowkey freaking me out now. This also caught the attention of my bandmates but also all of the Saja Boys. And if looks could kill this fellow would be buried deep within the earth's core. I forced an awkward smile, trying not to yell at this guy, not wanting to scare any of the other fans who might I add also started watching the interaction. “Hahaha- Thank you- umm I’m sorry but-” Before I could continue a hand slammed in front of me, making me flinch. “I think it’s time you move on.” It was Jinu and he was pissed, in fact they all were pissed I could feel the atmosphere changing. Everyone was dead quiet, the guy looked like he would piss his pants at any moment, before quickly snatching the poster and fleeing the whole event. It was pretty fucking awkward after that but it wasn’t long until things seemed to return to normal. “Thank you…” I muttered to Jinu, not sparing a glance. He didn’t reply but he didn’t need to, another squeeze to my thigh was all I needed. Maybe everything was not lost between us after all, maybe he did care, maybe they all did. They just didn’t know how to express themselves… I don’t know, maybe I’m just delusional holding onto the smallest thread of hope. One thing is for sure though, I need to let them know.  After the fan event fiasco I was sitting in my dressing room, just staring into the mirror. The frown on my face was evident as a hand rested on my stomach. The thoughts in my head racing, I was so conflicted. Everytime I saw one of the guys I felt weak in my legs, my heart thumped against my chest, and I just felt… weird. Was I really falling in love?

And how would that end huh…

I was suddenly pulled away by my thoughts due to my door opening, in walked all of them. Without an invitation of course!! We just stared at each other without saying a word, the air heavy around us. I don’t know for how long we just stood there in silence, but it felt like our eyes were having the conversation for us entirely.

“Why did you come here.” I asked bluntly.

“To check up on you, are we not allowed to care?” Jinu asked with a frown, hands folded in front of his chest. I let out an amused scoff, looking away from them, gathering my words. “That’s rich coming from you. From all of you.” I said a hint of venom in my tone. “From what I gathered last time we happened to bump into each other you all were only after ONE thing. Sex. It’s very funny suddenly seeing you ‘care’, or being interested in how I'm doing. Hey it’s okay though! It was a really nice one night stand, I can't believe I expected more.” It felt relieving to finally get my feelings out, really it did. “What? Got nothing to say? Because I was right?” I asked, staring at their faces, all of them seemed to avoid eye contact, nervous almost. “It’s.. not that… I just- We’ll we just… The truth is-” Jinu tried but couldn’t get the words out of his mouth. “We all like you!” Baby Saja yelled out. “We didn’t know how to tell you, or how to find you..” Romance continued, scratching the back of his head. “I guess the moment we saw you again.. Asking for that was like.. a way to try and forget..” Abby said, his face red. “We thought you would never like us back.. Since you know… we are demons.” Mystery quietly said Honestly their confession shocked me, you mean there’s actually hope?? They actually have feelings?? No fucking way. It almost brought me to tears, fucking hormones. “I- I’m shocked… Truth is after our ‘thing’ I couldn’t stop thinking about you all…” I mumbled, all of their heads snapped towards me. “It was torture trying to sleep that night…” I giggled quietly, remembering. “You drive us crazy… And today seeing that boy touch you… It made us mad, it's weird.. It feels like an instinct, to protect you from everything and anything…” Jinu said, others agreeing. “I feel like I need to be close to you… at all times, something is pulling me in.” Baby said, walking closer to me. All of them followed, I backed towards the counter where all my makeup was laid. I stared up at them, all of a sudden remembering the last time and immediately felt like my panties had just been dipped into water.  “I want to be close to you all too…” I said, eyes never leaving theirs. Suddenly nothing else mattered, all I wanted was to have a taste of them again, to feel them touch me, mark me, claim me. Jinu’s hands landed on my shoulders, he leaned in slowly, our lips connecting in a sweet kiss. It wasn’t messy like before, but instead a passionate one. As we separated he looked me deep in the eyes, his hand caressing my cheek. “I’m sorry about that day.” He said. “It’s okay…” None of us shared another word, but that was okay. Though I still felt terrible, as they all got close to me. I was keeping this secret from them, but I was afraid, so afraid. What would they think? What would everyone think? I didn’t want this moment to end in more unnecessary fighting and drama, I just wanted everyone to be happy. If it meant keeping and going through this by myself I would do it. 

Romance pressed his lips against my neck, his teeth just slightly gracing my skin. Baby on my other side, his hand caressing my arm, leaning against me, enjoying the warmth of my skin. Abby took Jinu’s place in front of me, kissing me deeply, pressing himself up against me. Softly moaning into his kiss, playfully fighting his tongue with my own. Mystery had taken Romance's side and was now running his fingers through my hair, kissing my cheek and neck. After a little bit more making out with them and touching each other up we separated, even if we didn’t want to. But time was not on our side, soon the girls would come looking for me and we would be busted big time. “We’ll see each other more right?” I asked hopefully, the fact is I felt myself not wanting to leave their side for even a moment. “Yes, definitely. It hurts us to be away from you darling.” Jinu said. “Let us mark you… be ours forever..” Abby asked, almost desperate. “Please, I need everyone to know you are mine and theirs.” Mystery said, his voice whiny. The rest agreed, and how could I say no to them? Even if my mind tried telling me no. For deep down in my heart I was afraid of all these feelings, what happens if we truly seal the Honmoon up for good? My heart would be broken beyond repair. “Yes.” In a flash their human forms disappeared, replaced by their demon counterparts. I used to loathe them, to hate them but now I feel like I preferred seeing their true selves. I felt even more connected to them. They placed their hands on my chest one by one, each time a mark flashed over my chest, a purple hue traveling along my veins down my arms before disappearing. Each time I felt a surge of emotions, feelings like a piece of their lost souls merged with mine. I'm sure they felt more alive, I could see this light in their eyes I had never seen before. “You are ours now and we.. are yours.” - YEA ILL MAKE A PART 3 MAYBE YEAH (i will)

[kedreeva]

how do you feel about Jinu's death?

That's a complicated question to answer, because it depends on how you mean.

Jinu's death is a narrative tool, and it's one I think was used well.

I think that his death was appropriate for the story that was being told! I felt terrible for Rumi - I still feel terrible for Rumi when I rewatch - because she had so clearly wanted to have a much more human idea of saving him come to fruition, but he's not human anymore (and I say this to mean: he doesn't think like a human anymore, "saving" has a completely different meaning for him). He died 400 years ago, and he's since been put through 400 years of being tortured by guilt and shame he has had no peace from, and no hope to ever escape from in the future. That he was able to grow to the point of doing something unselfish (the opposite of the very thing that landed him in this situation, the thing he has been stewing in for literal centuries thinking he could never be anything else) because of her, that he was able to let go and heal enough to HAVE a whole soul he could give to her... the fact that he was at peace in his last moment... the narrative did not surprise me, and I don't feel betrayed by the way it came to be.

Do I wish he had lived instead? I don't think that would have served the story any better, and I think it might even have hurt it a little. The ending wrapped up the way it should have- with a focus on Rumi, and her friendships with Mira and Zoey, and her relationship to her community (the young fans at the end). I think if Jinu had lived, it would have thrown off that focus. It would have pulled it sideways to individual romance, rather than community, in a movie whose whole message is about community.

Do I wish that she had not lost him? That's a different question. I don't want Rumi to lose anything, she deserves the world.

In universe, I think what happened to Jinu, from Jinu's POV, is better than he could ever have hoped at any point in the last 400 years. I think he was happy to have the chance to save her for saving him, and to be at peace. What happened to Jinu from Rumi's POV was rough, but she also hadn't really known him that long, or that well, especially compared to the other people in her life. Ultimately I think she'd find a way to come to terms with the idea that sometimes you have to be happy for people on their terms, not yours, even if it isn't what you wanted. This is common in animal care (caring for the animal AS THAT ANIMAL, not the animal you want it to be/mistake it to be), but I think it applies to caring about humans too. Caring for someone as the person they are, not who you want them to be. Like I said above, she may have wanted a human 'good ending' for him, but if he was happy with how it went... but I think it will still hurt her. We're human, stuff like that hurts us whether we understand or not.

Out of universe, I agree completely with the decision, it was the right one for the story they were telling.

in my heart of hearts, in fanfiction perhaps, I will see them again. I mean, what is a person if not their soul, and she's got his right at her fingertips in that sword. in a world like theirs, I'm sure something can be done with that. To the pen of an old school fandom writer, canon means nothing. Canon is simply the paint you get to choose how to apply to a million canvases if you want. I'm sure people will.

[emberphoenixisgoingtolive]

PLEASE READ IF YOU EVER WANT OR DO HAVE KIDS

dear parents,

for disability pride month, here are some prompts for how to react if your child tells you they think they might have a disability

thanks for telling me

i can tell it was difficult for you to say and it's super brave of you to tell me

i love you so much, and i will love and support you no matter what

i'm so sorry you've been in pain/sick/dealing with these symptoms. if there's any way i can help you cope with them, please tell me

i believe that you're struggling and in pain and i trust your perception

you're a whole and wonderful person with or without disability

im proud of your disabled identity and all the parts that make you who you are

i don't know everything about this but i'll learn for you, and we can learn together!

if you think [solution/treatment/mobility aid] might help, it's worth looking into

if you're up for it, we'll research this now

do you want to see a doctor about this?

i can tell you're tired, we can talk more about this another time; right now would you like to [insert fun thing your child likes to do]

would you like to continue talking about this?

and here is how NOT to react and what NOT to say (starring things hoes (my parents) have said):

…a mobility aid? /somewhat disgusted

i don't think that will help your joints get stronger

won't it decondition you/make you worse?

*ignore your child and look into other treatment options before considering what THEY think could work best*

*listen to a doctor over your child. doctors are not always right*

*imply you don't want a disabled child, or you'd prefer they weren't disabled (key note: being disabled for a lot of us is a very important part of our identity and there is deep history, culture and solidarity in the disabled community. and even if we don't like being disabled, what message does it give us that YOU don't like a part of us? what happened to unconditional love?)*

assume that it's mother fucking psycho somatic, ahem, DAD

ADDITIONS FROM @slut-4-remuslupin:

"you think this is hard for you? How do you think *i* feel? I have to watch you like this and take you everywhere, and do xyz, and I was supposed to have my own life again after you turned 18. This is way harder on me.” how the fuck do you think WE feel being in pain/having horrible symptoms all the time????

are you sure you’re not just faking it for attention?

I think that you’re exaggerating your symptoms, there’s no way you could feel like that all the time and still do (xyz)

your problem isn’t that you’re disabled/sick, it’s that you’re lazy and you don’t exercise enough

if you just got up and exercised like a normal person you wouldn’t have these problems

If you’re really so sick that you need that [mobility aid], then you have no business going out and doing stuff, so either you do those things without [mobility aid] or you don’t do them at all

*when your child says they feel really sick, or that they’re in a lot of pain* Oh, here we go AGAIN. It’s always something.

there’s no reason why you should need prescription pain medication. When *I’m* in pain I just take Tylenol and it works fine for me

maybe we should just put you in a care home if you’re really so sick that you can’t do these basic things everyone over the age of 7 should be able to do”

EXERCISE IS NOT ALWAYS THE ANSWER!!! OFTEN TIMES IT WILL MAKE US WORSE ESPECIALLY IF WE DON'T EXERCISE IN A WAY THAT SUITS OUR BODIES!!!

ADDITION FROM @disabled-planet

don't assume it's anxiety. often times it is something completely different that gives similar symptoms (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome, for example), or it can be something completely separate from anxiety symptoms. either way, trying to convince us it's anxiety and invalidating our problem is NOT the way to go

[bm571158]

Right Where You Left Me- OP81

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Oscar's POV

When Oscar woke the next morning, the bed beside him was empty. Nearly made and the sheets were cold. If it wasn't for the smell of her perfume on the pillow beside him then he might've wondered if he'd imagined her being there at all.

There was no note, no text or any explanation. Just one minute she'd been there, and the next she was gone.

The more it happened, the more confused he became. The first time in Jeddah, he'd chalked that one up to being a mistake, the two of them hadn't been alone like that in a long time and they'd just got caught up in a moment. But the more frequently he found her in his bed, the more he was struggling to come up with excuses to justify their actions even to himself.

He wasn't sure why she kept coming back. He knew why he kept letting her in though, that one was a much easier riddle to solve. He'd never stopped loving her, never wanted to leave her in the first place. He'd spent the last couple of years kicking himself over and over for the mistake that he had made in leaving her in the first place.

He'd panicked, that was probably the simple way to put it. The pressure that had been put on him that he needed to deliver in his rookie season, the constant reminders of what a gamble McLaren had taken on him by snatching him out from underneath alpines noses. It had all been piled on, with constant reminders that he needed to prove that he was worth it and he was only going to get one chance. The reminder that he should only have one focus- proving to Zak and Andrea that they had made the right decision. No room for anything else.

He'd been told at the time it was the right thing to do. Being with him was going to impact on Daisy's career as well, he'd been warned. She'd never get the job as a motorsport reporter like she had always wanted if the world knew she was dating a driver, they would think she wasn't capable of giving an unbiased account. Then had come the suggestions that the team wouldn't like it from Oscar's end either, that they couldn't have her in the garage supporting him if they'd been worried about what she might see ending up in the news. She'd have to pick, they'd told him, Oscar or her career.

So in the end he had made the choice for her, for both of them.

A choice that he'd been living with the consequences of ever since.

He'd sort of got his head around what had happened, accepted and told himself that it had been something of a necessary sacrifice to get to where he was. But having her back there, seeing her every weekend... it was a constant reminder of everything that he used to have and was now missing.

It left him reconsidering what could've been, if he'd made a different decision.

He was still mulling it over when his mum called him that evening. He'd put her on speaker and carried on sorting out his laundry, needing to get things washed and ready to head to Spain for the final leg of the triple header.

"Hi, Mum." He greeted her.

"Hey, Osc." She said softly into the phone. "Just checking in, you've been pretty quiet this week. You okay?"

"Uh... yeah... yeah, I'm alright I guess." Oscar mumbled. "I'm just packing to go to Spain."

"You must be tired, it's been a long couple of weeks, hey?"

"Yeah." Oscar yawned. "I'll be glad when this one of over and I get a couple of weeks off."

There was a long pause before she spoke again. "Are you sure you're okay, Oscar?"

"I.... I fucked up." He admitted with a sigh, still quietly folding his laundry as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

"Are you going to tell me what actually happened so I can help?" His mum asked. "Or just leave me with this very vague statement that means nothing at all and leave me to worry about what you might've done?"

He paused for a moment, unsure if he really wanted to tell her. He could only imagine what his mum was going to have to say about the whole thing.

"I uh... Daisy's been in the paddock the last couple of months." He admitted quietly.

"Daisy? As in Daisy?" She asked, unable to hide the surprise in her tone. It had been a long time since he'd spoken that name.

"Yeah, that Daisy." He sighed. "She uh... it's confusing, having her there."

"Have you spoken to her?" His mum asked curiously.

Oscar couldn't stop the nervous chuckle that escaped him in time.

"I'll take that as a yes." His mum commented when he still didn't say anything.

He figured at this point she already knew that there was something going on, and he may as well at least partially confess.

"It's uh... it's a mess." He sighed.

"Use actual words and explain to me, Oscar." She encouraged. "Or I'm getting on a plane and I'll come and find out for myself in Spain."

"That's a pretty long flight just to come and interrogate me." He commented sarcastically.

"Yeah, well... needs must and all that. Start talking and then maybe you'll save me the trip."

"She uh... her and Lando were... I don't know, you know what Lando's like." Oscar mumbled. "And then he uh... he got drunk and ditched her in a club and I gave her a lift back and we started talking..." he paused trying to consider his words, not willing to even think about telling his mum what had actually gone on.

"I'm going to go ahead and guess that talking is code for something else... but carry on."

"It's messy." He admitted. "Lando really likes her, he's got no idea who she is though. I've got no idea how she feels about Lando, but then she keeps turning up here and we're just kind of... I don't know, not really talking about what happened or what it means."

His mum was quiet on the end of the phone for what felt like a very long time.

"You know, you never did tell us what happened on the first place." She asked curiously. "One minute everything was fine, the next minute you're telling me that you're driving for McLaren and Daisy's no where to be seen."

Oscar paused for a moment, halfway through folding his shirt. "I uh... I did something really stupid. That's what happened." Was all he could offer.

There was another brief pause on the end of the phone. "Alright, that's it. I'm coming to Barcelona."

"Mum..." he protested. The only thing worse than having Daisy and Lando in the paddock and all the rest of that drama, had to be the thought of adding his mum to it as well.

"Don't say it like that." She laughed quietly. "I don't see you nearly as often as I'd like, and it sounds like you need someone to talk to about this. Maybe you can even win the race for me to see while I'm there."

"You're not going to change your mind, are you?" He asked with a sigh of resignation.

"Nope." He could hear her smiling through the phone. "So sort me a pass out, I'll see you Thursday!"

"What's wrong with you today?" Lando asked, rushing into the car that was going to take them to the track at the last minute, after they'd sat there waiting for him for at least fifteen minutes.

"Nothing." Oscar shrugged.

"Mate, you're even more grumpy than usual. We haven't even started the media stuff yet." Lando laughed.

"My mum is coming this weekend." Oscar admitted with a groan. "I'm just... I don't know, thinking of all the way she's going to interrogate me."

"Nice!" Lando grinned. "What's the special occasion? We don't see her on this side of the world that often."

"There isn't one." Oscar shook his head. "She's just... I don't know, I don't know what she's doing. Doesn't matter."

"You might want to try and look a little bit more excited to see her when she does show up." Lando suggested.

"Yeah, thanks for that." Oscar muttered, rolling his eyes. "I'm hoping she got in late enough that she won't show up at the track until tomorrow and I can have a day of peace."

"Yeah, then you can help me try and win Daisy back." Lando suggested.

"What?" Oscar's head snapped around to look at his teammate in surprise. "I thought... did you not tell me a week ago that she didn't want anything to do with you?"

"Yeah, but..." Lando shrugged. "I've been thinking about it and clearly her ex was a right idiot for letting her go. I just need to show her that I'm not the same."

"You literally forgot you took her with you and left her in a club on her own in a foreign country a few weeks ago." Oscar pointed out. "That's hardly boyfriend material."

"Yeah, but I'm a changed man now." Lando said confidently. "You know me, I never make the same mistake twice."

"I'm sure you'll find plenty of others to make instead." Oscar muttered. "Why her?" He asked curiously.

"What do you mean why her?" Lando asked with a frown.

"You heard me." Oscar told him. "There's been so many girls and you're never bothered about any of them. They don't even stick around for long enough for me to learn their names half the time and now, the one woman that doesn't want you and you decide that you're committed?"

"It's all part of the fun." Lando answered with a smirk. "I like a challenge."

Oscar let out a sigh. "You really need to get some new hobbies mate."

The paddock was fairly quiet and he wandered along beside Lando, the conversation having thankfully turned towards the race weekend rather than Lando's pursuit of the woman Oscar was in love with.

And then the two of them had walked into the McLaren hospitality unit to find his mum already standing there waiting for him, and Oscar had contemplated just running away.

"Good to see you again, Mrs P." Lando grinned, giving her a hug. "I'll catch you guys later, I'm going to buy a coffee and see if I can find Daisy."

Lando was gone before anyone could answer him, Oscar turning to his mum who was giving him a knowing look.

"Don't." He sighed, shaking his head and walking up the stairs to go to his drivers room to put his bag down, his mum hot on his heels.

"Are you really never going to tell him?" She asked curiously.

"Daisy would've told him by now if she wanted him to know." Oscar pointed out. "Maybe she does like him? She obviously doesn't want him to know about me and her so... I don't know, I told you on the phone it was a mess."

"Yeah and then I just saw your face when Lando mentioned her... you're going to have to say something, Oscar."

He tossed his bag down, turning around to face his mum as she closed the door to his drivers room behind her, leaving the two of them alone in the small space.

"I've tried, alright." He sighed miserably. "But I don't know what to say, don't know how to explain why I did what I did... I'm not even sure that it was the wrong decision to focus on my career, and I'm not sure that things are any different now. I'm leading the championship and I should be focused on that not... I don't know, whatever this is. I don't think anything's really changed, even if I wish it had. I can't give her what she wants, or what she deserves, and I don't know... maybe Lando can. She deserves to be happy."

Daisy's POV

The heat in Spain was stifling. She'd had to go back to London to go to the office inbetween Monaco and Barcelona, and that in turn had meant getting a 4am flight out that morning to get to the track in time. She hadn't made it as far as her hotel to get changed, she was exhausted and hungry, hadn't even managed to get a coffee and her patience was wearing thin.

The big story of the weekend? Which one of the McLaren drivers was going to walk away with the lead of the drivers championship at the end of the  triple header.

Daisy had been quietly hoping for something, anything else, to happen during the course of the week. Another team to replace a driver, a shock resignation... anything that might give her something else to write about.

But no, it was all eyes on McLaren this weekend.

And as if she'd summoned him by thinking about it, Lando appeared out of nowhere.

"Hey!" He grinned, holding out a takeaway coffee cup. "I brought you this."

"Thanks." She looked at him in surprise, taking the much needed coffee. "Does this mean I look as tired as I feel?"

"I always think you look gorgeous." Lando winked, and she felt herself blush. "I just... you know... I've been looking forward to seeing you all week, I thought I'd surprise you."

"That's very sweet of you." She smiled. "But Lando, I meant what I said in Monaco."

"I know." He nodded. "But I'm pretty sure that eventually you'll change your mind, and I can wait."

"Lando... it's not..." she trailed off, taking a sip of her coffee. "It's not that simple, and I meant it. We can be friends, but that's it. I'm not... I'm not out to get my heart broken again."

"You don't need to make your mind up now." He offered again. "I didn't bring you a coffee to trick you into anything, I just... I wanted to come and say hi."

"Thank you for the coffee, Lando." She said softly.

"I'd uh... I'd better go." Lando mumbled. "I'll see you around."

"Yeah, I'll be there to interrogate you in the media pen later." She joked.

"My favourite part of every weekend." Lando called back with a wink, heading off into the paddock.

Daisy was still mulling over the conversation with Lando, trying to figure out in her own head what she really wanted, when she heard a familiar voice behind her, one that she hadn't heard in a long time.

"Nicole?" She turned to look at Oscar's mum in surprise. She didn't know why it hadn't occurred to her that she might run into his family, it should've been obvious that they were going to be around, they'd always been around back when she used to be the one in the garage cheering him on as well.

"I thought it was you!" Nicole smiled, walking the last couple of steps to catch up to Daisy. "You've cut your hair."

"Yeah, I guess it's been a while since I last saw you." Daisy mumbled.

She knew exactly how long it had been since she had last seen the Piastri family. It had been the Christmas before Oscar left her, when they'd spent a couple of weeks laughing and joking with his family as though everything were completely fine.

"How are you doing?" Nicole asked. "Oscar told me you're here working?"

Daisy nodded. "Filling in for a colleague for a few months, his wife is pregnant and he couldn't do all the travel. He needed to be at home with her."

"I see, well... that's a great opportunity for you." Nicole smiled kindly. "It's good to see you doing so well."

"Thanks, Nicole." Daisy smiled softly. "It's uh... it's been weird being back, seeing Oscar... I still don't, I don't really know what I'm doing here to be honest."

"Oscar told me that Lando's got a bit of a thing for you as well." Nicole raised an eyebrow and Daisy felt herself blushing.

"That's not... I'm not going to start anything with his teammate. That wouldn't be fair." Daisy shook her head. "You don't need to say it."

"I wasn't going to say it." Nicole shook her head. "I still don't really know what happened with you and Oscar, he still won't tell me and to be honest I'm not sure it's any of my business. But whatever it was, as much as I loved the two of you together and I can still see that look on his face when he talks about you... you deserve to be happy, Daisy. And if you think that's with Lando, or Oscar or someone else entirely.... You should do what makes you happy."

"It's all.... It's all so complicated." Daisy sighed miserably. "Lando's lovely but... I don't know. I've been thinking about telling work I need to go back to my old assignment. It's been... being here has been a lot harder than I thought it was going to be. If I'd known it was going to be like this I don't think I would've ever agreed to come in the first place."

Nicole was quiet for a moment, considering her words. "Well, you've got to do what's right for you. But I know for one that my son might not say it, but he'll really miss having you around every weekend if you do decide to go."

Daisy glanced down at her watch quickly, before shooting Nicole an apologetic smile. "I'd uh... I've got to go, sorry. It's been lovely to see you though."

"I'm here all weekend, I'm sure we can find some more time to catch up properly." Nicole called. "And Daisy?"

"Yeah?" Daisy paused for half a step to look back at her.

"For what it's worth, whatever he did... I really don't think he ever meant to hurt you like that."

[whileinthe80s]

THE OLD GUARD 2 ❤️‍🩹

First thoughts

I DON'T THINK I'LL EVER RECOVER FROM THAT ENDING IT FELT LIKE MY HEART STOPPED OR SOMETHING. That aside.I can say it was an overall enjoyable watch but that's not enough yall. Had to turn a blind eye on some major unsatisfying plot points. Im glad that everyone had a decent amount of time on screen. Not a lot of complaints there.

Booker dying was fucking horrible and Andy had to watch!!? that shit was heartwrenching, but it was totally expected from booker. I knew he was gonna pull some shit like that the moment he got that immortal lore from Tuah. It's sad to see booker go but he TRULY AND FINALLY made his choice. It would have been nice to see him take his time with it though. His reality to him was a hellscape so what he did feels fitting. It did feel a bit rushed (like every thing else in the movie) because its something I knew he would do but it really didn't have to happen so quick. Especially after they've decided to leave the story unfinished. Could've given the man some time with it.

Tuah is great. he's only really a segway for the immortal history plot line so that's about it.

JOE AND NICKY MY SWEET SWEET JOE AND NICKY.. I was honestly just extremely happy to see them again. Love that they were being goofy. Love that Nickys immediate instinct when Joe said he wanted to be alone was to follow him because he knew when he was hiding something. I think that's a nice little acknowledgement of they're centuries together because I believe if Joe was saying he wanted sometime alone to just be by himself nicky would know that too. (Nicky would probably also know that Joe would never even want such a thing as to "be alone" sooo). The conversation they had about them possibly ending was cool. Wish it was a bit longer though.( or its probably just me never having enough joexnicky). Them driving was HOT. Had to say it like damn.

ANDROMAQUYNH IS HEREE!!...I enjoyed their developments. Totally would have loved to see how Quynh navigated her rage if she hadn't immediately connected with Discord. But Discord found her so i guess that was never meant to happen. (Andy getting her immortality back is great and all now who's gonna give it to Quynh🫠. The whole transferring immortality thing is crazy af tbh.)

Discord feels a bit unfinished. Like how did she lose her immortality. The whole shift in the story of immortality itself is quiet unsteady tbh. Like do you only ever lose your immortality if you get wounded by the last immortal? If that's the case, Lykon???. Or is their initial concept of death coming unexpectedly to all living things still on the table and the thing with the last immortal just speeds up the process.

Nile is still cool af. Love to see her taking charge. Her finding a Weapon was cool!!. But again there really wasn't much room in the movie for any deep personal development moments. Something was always going on so we missed out on that from Nile aswell.

There's a lot left unanswered and the movie just ended at THE most worrying point. Really for a second thought i could see the fam in a happy ending (minus booker💔). They took that from us.

I'm just suppppper happy they're back. And I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the movie. Sure it has some rough edges and were allowed to be upset about these characters that we love but honestly I'm good. Our worst case scenario has been averted. It sucks that we've waited 5 years and now we have to wait again for god knows how long. ( maybe we won't even have to wait if neflix chooses to not renew it for a third🤡 but honestly who the fuck leaves a franchise like in a fully unfinished state. they MUST renew it right right right????!??!? can't even call it a cliffhanger its simply an unfinished story so they must.)

[fivewantscoffee]

Alright. So, to preface this, I'm aroace.

I'm a demi/aroace Five truther. I also love aus where Five becomes a husband and a dad somewhere down the line.

Here's why:

I think it's sweet.

Five loves his family dearly. He cares a lot, and he's much softer than he lets on. All those years away from home (spent surviving, then killing for the Commission) couldn't change that. The core of what makes Five Five never changed.

I'm sure he'd have a hard time adjusting to a quiet, peaceful life - would have no idea how to just exist at first - but once he's had the time to heal, I think he'd thrive in it.

And alright, in S3, when Five says, "You know, Lila, I shouldn't even be here. I was... I was out. I was done, and yet here I am again, swept back into the chaos. Why can't I just escape this hellhole?" Lila replies with, "Because you love it. Face it, Five, apocalypse problems are the only things that get your heart pumping."

Girl!! You're projecting!! You're the one who both wants and is also terrified of that life, because what if YOU don't like it? What if you get bored with it? What if it doesn't work out with Diego and the baby? What if, what if, what if.

Also, I disagree. That's not excitement, it's a trauma response! Five's been through two apocalypses in just over two weeks, and this is coming off the back of Five being forced to work for the commission, which came right after 45 years spent in an apocalyptic wasteland.

He doesn't know normal, or peace, or quiet. Of course it would feel wrong to him at first! It's the only thing he knows, sitting still and simply existing isn't something he's ever had the luxury of doing. It's going to take far longer than a day without an apocalypse to worry about to get over a lifetime of apocalypse trauma.

But he wants to.

Five says it himself:

To which Lila says:

And you're right, you're right, he doesn't dispute it! He simply says, "Yeah, well, you're not exactly cut out for domestic bliss either", which sounds like acquiescence, but... hear me out, couldn't that be because deep down Five believes something about himself that isn't true?

Regardless of whether it's the truth or not, people still believe things about themselves that aren't right. I can think everyone I know secretly hates me, but that doesn't mean it's true.

Five knows he wants retirement. He also thinks he isn't cut out for a normal life: groceries, taxes... no world-ending calamity hanging over his head, no need to go back, or save his family. He doesn't know how to live, but how could he? He's been surviving for 45 years straight.

Again, he was retired for ONE DAY. That's nothing! You can't draw any conclusions based on that.

You know what you can give us some hints, though? Five's forty-five years spent in the future.

Delores was all he had in the apocalypse, and while yes, there's a big difference between what Five had with Delores and being in a relationship with an actual person, I don't think it detracts from the point I'm trying to make.

If I remember correctly, and please correct me if I'm wrong, Five never refers to Delores as his wife. There's still a reason why we all call her that anyway: Five speaks to her (and of her) as you would to/of a spouse.

When Five says, "we were together for over thirty years", when he tells Delores, "I missed you... obviously" or "I want you to know that I cherish every single minute I ever shared with you. All twenty-three and a half billiin of them. A lifetime", when his voice cracks when he says "This isn't easy for me, Delores", those aren't the words and actions of someone who hates the thought of being married, or of being in some sort of lifelong companionship not otherwise specified.

That said, I don't think it's something he's ever thought about. Not seriously. Definitely not at length. All that is very far from his mind in the current timeline, so of course it doesn't come up. It probably won't come up for a very long time.

After the dust settles and he gets, let's say, a decade and a half minimum to work through some of his issues, though... I think it could happen.

Like I said, I think Five is ace, but you can be aroace and married. To me, it's about the companionship: being devoted to someone and wanting to spend your life with them, just without the sex or romance.

Now on to the second thing, children.

This one is easy: the Commission Handbook said Five would've been a stay at home dad had Reginald never adopted him.

Deciding he wants to be a dad one day doesn't have to clash with Five being aroace. You can be aroace and want to have children, I know I do.

So we know this: this other, hypothetical version of Five has children. We can assume he ended up with three of them (based on the picture in the Commission Handbook) because he wanted them. That Five is not our Five, though, so the question remains: would our Five want children?

As he is? Hell no. Absolutely not.

But like I said, this is a hypothetical taking place years and years in the future. Presumably, Five's done a lot of healing by then, he's had the time to figure out what he wants to do with his life, whether or not having kids factors into it.

I think in certain cases, if the circumstances are right, he might decide to go for it.

So yeah. Here it is. I'm a demi/aroace Five truther, but I also love aus where he is a husband and a dad. I think they're neat and can make sense for his character if approached from a certain angle. That's my controversial opinion for the day

[coraniaid]

If you've been following my blog for a while you might have been a little surprised that the list of Buffy episodes that I offered last week as definitely weaker than Never Kill A Boy On The First Date didn't include this week's The Pack. Isn't this a typical bad Season 1 episode?

I mean: like Teacher's Pet, it's a Nicholas Brendon-heavy episode featuring some pretty dubious biology (hyenas simply do not act like it is claimed they do in this episode! they are intelligent and social and quite famously matriarchal! there is not a worse mammal you could pick for a metaphor about the supposed effects of testosterone on teenage boys!). It features a gang of thinly-drawn high school students we've never met before and will never meet again (be honest: how many of them could you have named before rewatching this episode? can you still name them all?). It's the third episode in a row not to feature Buffy's mother, it does nothing to advance the Season 1 arc (it doesn't feature a single vampire), and perhaps most seriously it features a pretty gratuitously nasty scene in which Buffy herself is the victim of an attempted sexual assault, something that the show doesn't engage with seriously at all and which Buffy isn't allowed any space to process later [fortunately, of course, the show will never ever do anything like this ever again].

Well, the truth is The Pack's omission from last week's list was mostly pragmatic. I didn't want to include any Season 1 episodes on that list we hadn't already rewatched, simply because doing so would inevitably prejudice me against them later. I'm not going to pretend I can approach each episode with a completely open mind, but I don't want to have condemned an episode as terrible even before rewatching it. Otherwise, in most contexts, I probably would have named The Pack as one of the show's very worst episodes last week. (In fact, if you go back and check my blog I probably have done so in the past.)

Now that I've actually rewatched the episode, though, I'm kind of glad I didn't include it on that list. I still didn't hugely love this episode -- all the complaints I raised above are valid -- but it's better, I think, than I was giving it credit for. I'd rank it somewhere in the middle of the season so far: not in the same tier of Witch or Never Kill A Boy On The First Date but certainly a tier above Teacher's Pet. Broadly on the same level as Welcome to the Hellmouth or The Harvest, if not quite as enjoyable as either.

Why, the rethink? Well, partly it's just because The Pack just feels like a technically more competent episode than Teacher's Pet. There aren't the same odd flashbacks and extended fantasy sequences, there's no Claw Guy or terrible insect costume or pointless surprise twist ending. (Though, yeah, some of the scenes of the titular pack just wandering around in slow motion outstay their welcome more than a little.) And at least, unlike Teacher's Pet, this episode actually recognizes that it is depicting an attempted sexual assault, describes it in those words, and doesn't play it for laughs.

But, more than that, halfway into the episode I started wondering if maybe I hadn't fundamentally misunderstood what this episode was about. The Pack is often described as a Xander-focused episode, and that's how I'd mentally catalogued it, but on rewatching it again this week I started to wonder if that's entirely accurate. In fact I'm not actually sure this episode is about Xander Harris at all. It's true that some people like to read his actions in this episode, while possessed by the hyena spirit, as revealing of Xander's own suppressed or hidden desires, but I don't think that's in keeping with the established lore of the show at all. The show is surprisingly consistent when it comes to how possession works.

When Catherine was in control of Amy's body a few weeks ago, was the way she acted meant to make us think Amy secretly wanted to be a cheerleader? When Buffy gets transformed by Ethan's spell in next season's Halloween, are we supposed to imagine Buffy herself really wishes deep down that she was the sort of powerless and easily frightened girl her costume transforms her into? How about when the demon Eyghon possesses Jenny Calender in The Dark Age: does that tell us something about what Jenny secretly wants to do to Giles? When a demon-possessed Joyce leads a mob of parents to try to burn Buffy at the stake in Season 3's Gingerbread, are we meant to think of this as something Joyce herself wants? (OK, some of you definitely think the answer to that one is 'yes', but you are wrong and silly and should feel bad about it.) When Faith is in control of Buffy's body in Season 4's Who Are You? and fantasises about stabbing Willow, is this something we're supposed to assume Buffy herself wants?

For that matter, sticking just to this episode, are we really meant to think Kyle and the others (whose names I've already forgotten) were harboring a secret suppressed desire to kill and eat their principal that the possession merely gave them the excuse of acting on? No, surely not. Xander's actions here -- as awful as I have found Xander in so much of Season 1 so far -- are not, I think, meant to tell us anything sinister about "the real" Xander Harris. Rather, just as Joyce's behaviour in Gingerbread is best understood as telling the audience something about Buffy -- who at that stage of the season fears, rightly or wrongly, that her coming out as the Slayer has fundamentally ruined her relationship with her mom -- I think the most logical way to view Xander's actions in The Pack is as telling us something about one of the other characters in the cast. Somebody who suspects the Xander they knew and grew up with is changing for the worse, somebody who fears (wrongly, as the episode itself bears out) that Xander himself only tolerates them for their short-term usefulness to him. Somebody who is hurt that Xander seems to value Buffy Summers, a girl he only met a few weeks ago, more than he does one of his oldest childhood friends.

I think The Pack isn't an episode about Xander Harris at all. It's an episode about Willow Rosenberg.

Admittedly, this is a reading that you probably don't agree with. I don't think it's supported by any critical analysis of Buffy I've read before. The widely agreed consensus seems to be that there's only one Willow-focused episode this season -- I Robot, You Jane -- and that this is one of two Xander-focused episodes.

Still, for what little it's worth, the raw numbers back this take up. Looking at Julian Freedland's audio timestamp data again, we can observe that Willow has more speaking time in this episode than she had in the previous two episodes combined. She has more speaking time in this episode than she will have in any other Season 1 episode (including I Robot, You Jane): in fact she will not have this much speaking time again until Season 2's Halloween. She also has more speaking time than Xander for the first time all season, although to be scrupulously fair that is partly because Xander gets a lot of screen time where he wanders around looking moody and possessed and doesn't say anything or do much beyond sniff people. But in fact Willow has more speaking time this episode than any character except Buffy herself, something that is pretty rare in the first two seasons of the show (the only other examples are Halloween (again), Phases, Killed By Death and I Only Have Eyes For You -- in fact in that last episode Willow has more speaking time than everybody, including Buffy herself). By the standards of Season 1, this episode is a clear outlier in terms of how much dialogue Willow gets.

But, away from the numbers, I think it's also a position we can understand by simply examining the text again.

For one thing, Willow herself repeatedly centers herself in discussions in a way she just wasn't doing before. She's the first one to notice Xander is acting differently, and while Buffy asks him merely "What's up with you?" when he starts muttering about being hungry and eating her croissant, Willow immediately asks him "Is something wrong? Did I do something?". A little later in the episode, Buffy will quickly realise Xander isn't himself and suggest that "something's wrong with him", to which Willow will reply "or maybe there's something wrong with me".

As I've been noting, Willow's crush on Xander has developed more slowly this season than I'd remembered. Sure, there are a couple of lines that are at least consistent with it in the first three episodes, but it's really not until towards the end of Teacher's Pet (when she starts talking about Xander's "eyes, and his hair, and his adorable smile") that the show really seems to settle on it.

And this is really the first episode to make explicit and central to the plot Willow's crush on Xander. It does so by, very early on, having Buffy and Willow discuss it and directly compare it to Buffy's growing attraction to Angel. And if Willow is to Xander as Buffy is to Angel, doesn't that make Willow, not Xander, the person in this relationship the audience is being asked to focus on? She's explicitly the Buffy analogue in this episode, isn't she?

For another thing ... well, Willow is the character who has the clearest sense of growth and progression this episode.

Xander himself doesn't really have anything approaching an arc this episode. He gets possessed by the hyena spirit before the credits roll, really through no fault of his own, and returns to himself (again, not because of anything he does himself) just in time to save Willow at the end of the episode. The one potentially consequential decision he makes all episode (to lie about not remembering what he did while possessed) has about as much pay-off as the lingering shot of the hatching mantis eggs back in Teachers Pet (it gets brought up very fleetingly, in Season 2's Phases, and is then never mentioned again). Frankly, much like that shot of the mantis eggs, I think the episode would be stronger without it (that is, I'd still have Xander claim not to remember anything but I'd just have that be true).

Willow, though? She does have an arc. Granted, it's an arc that's heavily focused on Xander (I vaguely recall reading once that this was one of the few episodes of the show that didn't pass the Bechdel test and in fact I don't think it does), but that makes sense to me. What has the show established about Willow so far, anyway? She gets bullied a lot, she's good with computers, and she has an unrequited crush on Xander. Well, this is an episode about two of those three things (though we do get an obligatory shot of Willow looking at a computer screen). For an episode that really focuses on Willow and computers, we'll have to wait for I Robot...You Jane.

How do the rest of the gang react to Xander's increasingly erratic behaviour? Giles doesn't really care about Xander (as I've talked about before), and is initially very skeptical that anything supernatural or even interesting is going on at all. Buffy very quickly decides something strange is happening and that Xander isn't himself. It's only Willow who seems to really internalize Xander's apparent change in behaviour: who has a small crisis of confidence in which she wonders if perhaps Xander is acting differently because of her. And it's only Willow who really shows any growth as a person because of this episode. Buffy is right and is proved right. Giles is wrong and accepts he was wrong but this doesn't really change his impression of teenage boys in general or Xander Harris in particular. It's Willow who has to make an actual choice: to look past her crush and her doubts about herself and to learn to trust in herself and her own self-worth.

Over the course of the episode, Willow will go from being close with Xander -- the episode starts with Xander and Willow having just watched "the zebras mating" together -- to seeing him drift apart, first by ignoring her in favor of Buffy, then struggling with the geometry homework she's been helping him with since literally her first scene in the first episode ("Willow, you're so very much the person I wanted to see [...] I kinda had a problem with the math"), then hanging out with new, fairly unpleasant friends (... like ... Jesse, maybe?) and finally by rejecting her romantic feelings and openly laughing at her. She'll blame herself ("he's not picking on [Buffy], he's just sniffing [her] a lot"), be talked out of her self-doubt by Buffy and head to the library to research. Finally, when Xander is knocked out and caged by Buffy, Willow volunteers to stay and keep watch on him because "I wanted to see if you were still you"; we're initially misled in the scene that follows into thinking that Willow is going to be tricked into letting Xander out, but she proves herself to be smarter and more confident than the possesed Xander (and perhaps Willow herself) realized she was ("...and now I know").

It's then Willow who is the target of the Pack's attack on the school, and Willow who is abducted by the episode's (largely forgettable) central villain. And at the end of the episode, her fears about Xander -- and hence her own fears about her lack of self-worth -- will prove to be ungrounded when, freshly depossessed, Xander immediately and unthinkingly acts to save her life.

And there are other clues too, I think, that suggest this reading might be a fruitful one:

Lance, the initial victim of the pre-hyena mean kids' bullying, is kind of a nerd. He's taking his field trip seriously, he's making notes, he's trusted by the Principal and worried about breaking rules. He is, surely, far more Willow-coded than Xander-coded, isn't he? If the episode is about Xander, I don't really see what Lance is doing in it at all. But Lance as a Willow proxy makes a lot of sense. Lance vanishes after the dodgeball game, after which Xander's bullying becomes focused openly on Willow and Lance is no longer required.

When the pack (minus Xander) are about to cannibalize Principal Flutie, the scene cuts away to a video about hyenas eating to spare us the gory details. Who's watching this hyena video? From whose eyes are we seeing this scene -- and metaphorically, then, the preceeding scene -- play out? Well, Willow. (Fun fact: I'm pretty sure the video Willow is watching is actually footage of wild dogs. Honestly the episode would make more sense if that's what the magical spirits possessing Xander et al actually were...)

The scene in which Xander tries to assault Buffy is (except for a brief moment or two) the only scene where possessed!Xander is alone with Buffy all episode. Before then we've seen him either with Buffy and Willow together or with Willow alone. But honestly, quite apart from the way he's acting, I don't think his dialogue in this scene makes sense from anybody's perspective but Willow's. First, he insists to Buffy that "you like your men dangerous", something that doesn't really fit anything established about Buffy that Xander might know (she dated Owen last week because he was a quiet boy who liked books! we haven't seen anything so far to suggest Angel is "dangerous" at all!) but does echo Willow's description of Angel ("mysterious and dangerous") from earlier in the episode. More interestingly, he mockingly talks about Willow "kidding herself that [Xander] could settle for anyone but [Buffy]". Now, I believe Willow Rosenberg might worry that she's kidding herself that Xander might choose her over Buffy. She (obviously) knows she's attracted to Xander and knows that Xander is attracted to Buffy. But ... Xander doesn't know Willow has a crush on him. Nothing about the way he's acted in the first five episodes of the show suggests he does. He wouldn't repeatedly ask her for advice about asking Buffy out if he did: he's not that tactless. She's his "guy friend who knows about girls". And, in some very deliberate symmetry, Buffy doesn't know Xander is attracted to her: he's "one of the girls" who she invites to her house while she gets ready for dates. At the end of the season he finally asks her out and she is very visibly shocked that he feels that way about her (notably despite what he says this episode: Buffy clearly doesn't think this is the desires of the real Xander slipping out). There is only one character on the show who knows Xander has a crush on Buffy and Willow has a crush on Xander and only one person who might harbor some big subconscious fear Xander would laugh at Willow if he knew. This is a scene that I can easily imagine playing out in Willow's nightmares and literally nobody else's.

Seriously, so much of the dialogue of this episode involves people asserting that possessed!Xander isn't really Xander. When they realize he's been possessed, Willow asks Buffy "how do we get Xander back?". Xander's body is right there with them, so this can only mean that (in Willow's eyes, at least), this is no longer Xander. And I've already mentioned the later scene where Willow talks to a caged Xander to find out "if you were still you" and concludes that he isn't. In the final scene of the episode Buffy assures him he shouldn't feel bad about eating Herbert the Pig (and, by implication, anything else he did while possessed) because "it wasn't really you". These are very odd writing choices if this is meant to be an episode about the secret suppressed side of Xander Harris!

'The Pack' as a title obviously refers to the pack of hyenas who possess Xander and ... um, no, sorry, forgotten their names again ... but I think there's a pretty clear double meaning in that it's about the group of people that we're not officially calling the Scooby Gang yet. They're the only social group in this episode we actually care about, right? And Willow explicitly tells Buffy that her fear this episode is that maybe this particular pack isn't stable: that the boy she has a crush on has decided that "three isn't company any more".

It's also a reading that, to my eyes anyway, makes the season feel a lot more carefully planned. Obviously Buffy is the main character and every episode is about Buffy, at least metaphorically. But within that paradigm, so far we've had -- after the initial two-part introduction to the universe of the show -- an episode about Buffy's relationship with her mother, an episode about the insecurities of teenage boy Xander Harris, and most recently an episode about Buffy's relationship with her Watcher. Later in the season we'll have episodes about Buffy's future boyfriend Angel (in Angel) and Buffy's shadow self Cordelia Chase (in Out of Mind, Out of Sight). Who's missing here? What's the most natural episode to have next: another episode about Xander -- one that doesn't actually tell us anything about Xander himself -- or an episode about the insecurities of teenage girl Willow Rosenberg?

I mean, it's still a somewhat underwhelming and inconsequential episode (Flutie's death aside) -- the version of Willow Rosenberg most of us think of when we envision the character doesn't really exist yet, after all -- but, still. I think it makes more sense as a mostly forgettable episode about (the early Season 1 version of) Willow than it does as a very bad episode about Xander.

One last thought: this is the first episode this season not to feature Cordelia Chase. That seems pretty strange at first -- the show has already established a group of mean kids who pick on the people they identify as weak and vulnerable in the form of the Cordettes; why introduce a completely new one? -- but I guess the generic mean kids of The Pack occupy a slightly different place in the school standings. (Cordelia and Harmony manage to make Willow's life unpleasant without ever getting into any trouble with the school authorities, which honestly feels a lot more relatable to me.) Probably harder to imagine Xander hanging out with them, too. And besides, they couldn't really have had Cordelia eat somebody; you certainly couldn't just swap out the four new characters with the Cordettes and leave the plot the same. (Having Cordelia's friends -- but not Cordelia herself -- be possessed might have been an interesting choice, if the show had established any of the Cordettes as recurring characters before now.)

As an odd coincidence, the one other episode not to feature Cordelia at all this season is I Robot, You Jane. Another (or, if you prefer, "the only") Willow-focused episode. Does that mean anything? I don't know, honestly. But it's surely a little interesting that the two episodes where Willow gets the most screen time are also the only two episodes of this season where Cordelia Chase (the girl who responds to Willow speaking to her in The Harvest by demanding to know "who gave you the right to exist?") isn't present. It'a almost as if, like Buffy herself, we can hang out with Willow or Cordelia, but we can't do both...

[saturn-projector]

dps boys & spending a day at the lake with them

summary ; what it would be like to spend a day at the lake with each of the poets

words ; 900

a/n ; just graduated and finally have time to write again, so I hope you enoy this little summer-themed thing! (w my favorite grump richard)

richard cameron he would make sure you put on sunscreen and drink enough water. he doesn't want you to be dehydrated, especially on such a hot day. deff judges the people whose skin is already burnt to a crisp. "you see that guy over there? he looks like a crab" "richard!" "what? it's true! I just don't get the people who don't put on sunscreen. it's like... do you want to look like that?" he teaches you how to skip rocks and braids your hair so it doesn't get tangled in the water. when you want to go for a swim, he's reading the newspaper, fixated on that one article talking about that new playground being built in your neighborhood and you literally have to snap him out of his trance and beg him to go in the water with you. eventually, he does go with you but you literally have to pry that article from his hands.

"do you realize they're going to build it right next to our house?"

to be fair, out of all the guys he'd be the first one to notice your new bikini and compliment you on it.

before you leave, he will be adamant on making sure you didn't leave any trash behind and that your spot is clean. if there's any other trash or stumped out cigarettes around you, he will pick everything up and complain about the ignorant people destroying the environment (while shaking his head like a disappointed dad). gerard pitts he's so excited when you get to the lake!! would spend hours in the water with you, just playing around, diving and watching the fish, snorkeling or playing with a ball. the two of you would collect seashells and pretty stones. you would also totally do the trend where you take pearls / stones similar to the other's eye color to make a bracelet out of it. also, if you ask, he'd totally be down to build a sand castle. makes it really detailed too and builds up a whole story behind the knight & princess living in it. he even finds two seashells to represent them and is like "look, babe, it's us!" charlie dalton he's ready to have fun!! he races you to the water and throws you into the waves. also will literally play mermaids with you no questions asked. probably gets sunburnt pretty fast because he forgot to put on sunscreen (and yes he will complain about it the entire week). after he's already spent hours in the sun, he will ask you to put sunscreen on his back with the biggest, proudest smile ever, thinking he's slick.

also, charlie is literally like that one instagram trend where the guy is like "waiting for my girlfriend to finish putting on my sunscreen so I can go play pirates in the water" or something like that lol knox overstreet this man has to keep his tan up! it's not a skin color it's a lifestyle bryan! (who got that reference??) no seriously, he's the type to lay down on the beach and tan rather than spend hours in the water. he will take the occasional dip though and complain that the water's too cold. I can also see y'all being one of those yoga couples at the beach who do those weird couple positions (I'M SORRY BUT I CAN TOTALLY SEE THAT WITH HIM LMAO) steven meeks bro he literally geeks out over the algae at the beach cause he recently read about it!! he holds a piece up to your face and says: "here babe, try, this one's edible" and you're like: "stevie, that literally looks like regurgitated grass"

"what? no it does not! come on, try just a little bit! it's really good, I promise"

"no!"

"come on, yn!", he begs, laughing and wiggling the algae in front of your face. he definitely chases you around the beach with it. the two of you do crossword puzzles and play uno, in which both of you get weirdly competitive. you'd lay down the +4 card and he'd be gasping and clutching his chest like you'd just brutally wounded him.

"do you not love me anymore?"

"just take the four cards and shut up"

it's all in good fun though. and yes, of course he gets sunburn. he's ginger, what did you expect? plus he doesn't put on 10 layers of sunscreen like cameron, so yes, he burns. shrugs it off tho. he also brings his radio and you guys just listen to music. todd anderson with him it's a pretty chill day, just reading, enjoying nature. you watch clouds together, cuddling. he'd also want to explore the area a little, like taking a look at the forest that's nearby or getting ice cream. he also takes his camera with him, taking loads of cute pictures of you. definitely frames them and puts them up in his office. neil perry if you're both actors you're taking your scripts with you to practice along with looaads of snacks! he's also soo extroverted at the beach, like he's asking random strangers if they wanna play volleyball with you or if you're missing an extra person for the script if they wanna practice with you. so you're just sitting on your picnic blanket, making friends with some random person rehearsing lines with you. your boyfriend's just sociable like that! but if you'd want it to be just the two of you, he'd also respect that! he's like charlie, playful and just wanting to have fun with you!

[beatcroc]

been dying to formally introduce these guys for months now FINALLY got a general ref done. designs for sales and mean as their own individual....designs! which i made for my own nefarious purposes, but if this is something you ever had need or want for your own you're welcome to them.

i'm fascinated by how willfully confusing the game is about what traits belong to what side whenever there's any call to distinguish between them; the voices and colors and such have all been assigned to a contradictory side at least once and it's an extremely cool way to portray that despite ena's duality theming, she's still very much one being & it's futile to try and draw lines about where one part of her ends and the other begins. but, yknow.... it's interesting to try and do so anyway, and a very fun challenge to make something that still line up with my interpretations of each's role in the bigger picture.

anyway. rambling about my own business with them under cut

ok if you're down here i will be blunt. i made them for unbelievably toxic selfcest. really obsessed with how worker ena is kind of just the absolute worst to and for herself. mean Cannot Fucking Stand sales, and sales is... as indifferent and uncaring towards mean as they are to everything else.

it's intentionally very nebulous how much each are "themselves" vs. the whole entity of "ena", but the important vibe is just that they both know basically everything there is to know about the other and how they work. no lying to or hiding from themselves through the other, which is something ena loooooves to do normally. shes got to confront it here.

for sales i suppose there is.... the satisfaction of being effortlessly great at what they do. mean is a tough nut to crack but they have explicit insider knowledge of how to do so, and again for her own lack of desire to engage with anything, really just kind of lets them do whatever; meanie is really just to all ends their favorite to mess with. and while she's definitely way more dependent on them than they are on her, they do also need her to keep them in check since their "doesn't give a shit" nature also extends to their own being and they're bad at recognizing/respecting their own limitations and weaknesses as well.

this being what it is i haven't made much effort to give them actual extrinsic reasons for being/staying together; being part of the same entity means They Just Are A Pair And That's How It Is; but there's maybe something there in the ways of "sales really likes getting to do as they please and mean puts up with WAY more of their shit than anyone else", + "mean is just glad to not have to engage with anything herself and knows they know her better than anyone else will". 

there's an unfortunate amount of....trust? which is a word i that does not feel right to use here, but i've been unable to find a better one-- on her part, in the general familiarity they both have; in knowing no matter how much they piss her off that they're not going to try any shit to actually hurt her; being the same being and all, it would be detrimental to them both. meanie is also, i would say, Rather Particular, and feels like she hasn't got much else outside of them- which im going to be frank seems pretty damn substantiated by the game, but for the sake of this isolated dynamic i suppose it comes more from the passive dehumanization she’s been with from sales’ never giving a shit about her. 

it does bear to stress also that they are both terrible. don't get me wrong, salesperson is way more of a piece of shit and i do generally think meanie is getting the short end of the stick here, but also they aren't harmful by intent and meanie is still very much... well, mean about everything, on purpose, and even if it doesn't really phase sales at all i think somewhere she enjoys getting to take out that vitriol on someone, even if it is herself. maybe even especially then.

anyway i dont normally release wip's this scrappy but it's all i've got rn and it's tested well in friend circles for getting ppl on board w/ what im trying to cook so here's an Extremely basic vibes sketch

come with me. my awesome ship where everything sucks and nothing is good.

[foster-the-world]

Real Great

We rented a lovely house in Florida with a pool in the backyard. My parents, Aunt and cousin all joined in. Living the suburban life - so great a few times a year. We did Hibachi dinner - which I love.

It's so great that all three of my kids are able to swim across a swimming pool. The girls have been swimmers for years now. Baby boy's not graceful but he can get himself where he wants to go. Obviously, we wouldn't let any of them swim without a grown up around. Luckily, baby boy seems to really understand he can't go in alone. The rental is a perfect set up with the only downside being baby boys room is right next to the pool. Its the pool house so inside the gated pool area. Husband and I have been alternating who sleeps in that room with him. I'm a light sleeper but my husband may sleep through him waking up. I don't think he would but maybe. Baby boy's never tried to leave a room with us in it or go swimming alone. I still felt better knowing he could swim if he did did ever end up in the pool alone.

Trmw night we are having baby boys family 5th bday party. My mom is making his requested dragon bday cake.

Yesterday we went to Busch Garden. We had not planned on it because Florida amusement parks in July are too hot for my taste but it hasn't been bad weather wise. Baby boy was great. He's 47 inches at 5. His 8.5yo sister is 48 inches. We got him the disability pass - which worked really well for the few rides he went on. No way he would have been able to wait in lines. The girls were really happy. Baby boy fed a giraffe. He was the only one signed up for the safari - so it was a private tour. He was really excited about the wildbeest.

We did a day at the beach - which was lovely. Again, the weather was perfect - not too hot at all. Baby boy was at one with the sand.

In less good news baby boy had a tough time the first 48hours. Realizing that's his norm. The flying - even with short flights - is tough for him. Its a bummer because he loves the idea of traveling and once he's back to his baseline we have a good time. Before this trip I really wanted to earn enough comp time off (via OT) in order to take the kids somewhere for a month next summer. My husband could probably manage three weeks. My mom would come and help. I don't know if we would have a chance to do a month again so my dream was somewhere in SE Asia. Maybe Malaysia. But after his first two days I'm not sure that's realistic. We use airline miles so was wondering if I could earn enough to get him and one parent lay down seats and do overnight flights. Or stop somewhere in Europe for a week so the flight is not as long. Anyway, will see. Need to earn the OT first anyway. I think that part is manageable. Next step is earning the airline miles because I'm not paying for five flights to Asia or wherever we end up.