#or when they do double down at first eventually we'll get to a point where we're both like ah ok misunderstanding solved

[rudjedet]

do people not get that it's more embarrassing to be wrong, then double down, then lash out than it is to just plain be wrong? you must have lots of patience for these pseudo-historians lol.

My secret is that I have zero patience for bad faith pseudo-historians; I just consider debunking/correcting them on my own platform an opportunity to educate others, and that is what I cultivate patience for.

[sadhours]

neon lights pt. 1 | b.h & reader

18+ minors dni. - next chapter contents: adult themes, friends to lovers LAS VEGAS - 1989 Billy didn't realize it had happened until it did, two months of being in Vegas without a dime to his name, living in his Camaro and driving up and down the strip until any opportunity came along. He'd left Hawkin's after finishing courses at the trade school, a promise he'd made to his father but once he was certified for a handful of manual labor jobs and Neil insisted Billy join him at his job, he couldn't hang. He bit the bullet, dealt with the fight and told him he was going home. If only Neil could see him now, homeless with a bit of gambling habit before he'd even made it to California.

The constant party of this town had drawn him in, burning through his wallet and his ambitions. To be totally fair, he didn't even have a plan for what he'd do once he eventually got to San Diego. Finding his mom was about the only thing he really wanted to do but he didn't even know where to start. So he figured, this place was fun enough. He could stick around as long as this town would let him. He'd need a job though. And wouldn't you know it, the strip club seemed like the perfect place of employment.

Billy walks into the Rosy Cheeks on a Tuesday afternoon, asking for the manager and he's introduced to the house mother, which in his luck. She flirtatiously guides him to a booth after offering him a complimentary cocktail, which he takes graciously. "We don't actually hire male dancers," she says to him, an eyebrow raised.

"Oh, thank god, because I'm here for the bartending position," Billy teases, giving her his best fuck me eyes. He really needed this job so what he does to get it doesn't bother him too much, he'd been doing this for years now. Summer's spent working at the Hawkin's Community Pool were practice for moments like this, using the way older women treated him to get what he needed. It caught up to him when he was alone with his thoughts, so he made it quite the mission to never be alone.

"Have you ever bartended before?" she asks.

Billy smirks, "No but I'm a quick learner."

"We'll see about that," she says, "You start this Thursday."

When he's on his first training shift, you're walking in fifteen minutes late to your shift, not letting it bother you when you see the place is empty. You sigh out loud, heading to the dressing room, "I don't know why I bother showing up to this shift." The girls in the room laugh, applying their makeup in preparation for the rush you all hope is coming. You light up a smoke after changing into the set you'd picked out for your first stage dance, slipping your robe on over it but not yet ready to put the platform shoes.

"Ladies!" you hear the house mother Didi call as she struts into the dressing room, a man trailing behind her with an unruly mullet. He looks as if he hasn't had a haircut in months. "I want you all to meet the new bartender," she motions to him. "Billy, ladies."

"Hi Billy," the room rings and he waves adorably back.

"Hello, Ladies," he purrs and Didi pats his bottom as she's ushering him out of the room. Ah, there it is. During your time of the exotic dancing circuit, you had never seen a male bartender. It didn't seem to be good for business, at least at the places you've worked. You cannot help it when your eyes follow his ass as he walks away, his jeans were incredibly tight and he kind of bounced when he walked. Goddamnit, he's hot. You cannot mess around with a coworker again, though. The last time you'd hooked up with a bouncer didn't go so well.

Billy's remarkably well at his job, he keeps track of how much he's served the girls and he gets along with the regulars. Didi points out he can double as security which he does for you. He's leaving from his shift and you're leaving from yours so it made sense to walk out together anyways.

"Jesus Christ, that's a beautiful car," you spew, looking at the gorgeous midnight blue Camaro parked next to your beat up Volkswagen rabbit, which at one point had been your dream car. Unfortunately, you weren't the best driver and you struggled to keep up with regular oil changes or engine services.

"Thanks," Billy muttered, leaning against it as he lights up a cigarette. You peer inside and see the blanket and pillow thrown in the backseat.

"Are you living in it?" you ask, eyes widening.

Billy scoffs, "When I can't find somewhere else to sleep."

"Oh, Billy... Have you been looking for an apartment?" you ask, snatching the pack of Marlboro's from his shirt pocket to light one up for yourself.

"Sometimes I can get lucky and there's some vacancy at the 66 Motel," he shrugs.

"Well... my roommate actually just moved out three weeks ago. I've been looking for someone to take over the space," you say, "if you wanted, you could move in?"

"I couldn't," he tries, "I don't want to impose." but he does follow you home and crashes on your couch for a week until you insist he buys a mattress and takes over the empty room.

Slowly but surely, the room becomes Billy's and it makes you sad that he didn't have anything besides a suitcase full of clothes and his car. When you ask why, he admits he had a lot more things but he pawned them to pay for nights at the casinos.

"Ah, not a local then?" you'd asked, while the two of you watched TV and partook in a couple of drinks after a particularly boring dayshift.

"No, I'd never even been to Vegas before six months ago. I'm from San Diego, lived in Indiana for a few years and decided I wanted to go back home, got kinda trapped here," he explains.

You had been born and raised in this place, never knowing of anywhere else in the world. "The best of 'em get stuck here," you say in an effort to cheer him up, his story being a sad one. You don't ask him much else about his upbringing, learning that it could be a touchy subject and if people wanted to tell their backstory, they would. Billy never talked about his life before the short six months he'd been here. You didn't mind, he was always respectful and gave you space. Billy never comments about girls at work but he'd brought home a string of your coworkers, along with strangers. You two had a good thing worked out and after a while, Billy became your closest friend.

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a/n: hi!! just something i threw together this weekend, I'll still be focusing on Wicked Sensation but sometimes i just get an idea and if i dont write it that instant, i wont at all. hope you enjoy!!!

[anulithots]

hello this was the ask i promised you when i sent in that reblog uh

FINISHED SEASON ONE (EPISODE TEN AND ELEVEN) SO NORMAL. SOSOSOSOSOOOO NORMAL.

OH MY GOD. OH MY GODSHFKDSJF. IS LU GUANG DEAD??? IS HE DIENE??? IS HE AN UNSATURATED HYDROCARBON WITH TWO DOUBLE BONDS BETWEEN CARBON ATOMS???? (dying i don't even like organic chem why am i making the stupidest dead-diene puns in existence) THAT WAS SO WILD. DID NOT SEE THIS HAPPENING IN A MILLION YEARS

CXS was so badass in these two episodes. that really took what we all thought of him in the first few episodes (shitty impulse control, can't see past the end of his nose) and flipped it on its head. god that was so cool. oh my god.

CXS's little speech!!!! it's so lovely!!!! oh my goodness!!!!!!! i did not know that there was a poet in him but we need more

already said this in the reblogs but qiao ling #1 shiguang shipper. and we love her for it. except for accidentally killing (?????? status of beinghood unsure ??????) lu guang ofc but it's not her fault we still love her

the fact about lu guang being weirdly mature for a kid — is that just some unexplored trauma or is he part primordial deity or something

this actually has nothing to do with episode ten or eleven but in episode five (?) where CXS just punched lu guang in the face. and he just took it with no resistance, then kneeled down and held him as he cried. heartbreaking. i realised i didn't say anything about that in my earlier fevered commentaries so i will now skfjdksjfkdjfkjf

KSFJKSJFKSJFKJFJKSDFJ

THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME

OGANIC CHEM REFERNCE THAT I WISH I GOT BUT I KINDA DO FROM AP BIOLOGY AND I NEED TO HYPERFIXATE ON BIOLOGY AGAIN LDKJFKLDJSFKSDFJKSDLF j (love science references when raving about shows it's my favorite thing)

ALSO YES OF COURSE LINK CLICK HAS TO FLIP EVERYTHING ON IT"S HEAD IN THE LAST MINUTE AND RUIN THE HAPPY ENDING /pos but also KJSDFLKLDSKFJDSLKFJ:DLSKFJLKSDFJ

CXS IS AMAZING ESPECIALLY IN THE LAST TWO EPS KDJFLKSDFJ

Like yesss his observance and ability to predict behavior and use that to his advantage akjfaksfjaksldfjaksldf.

My headcannon is that this is what happens when he gets time to process his emotions and trusts himself a little more (like after his 'alone dive' he tries to take his time more, but of course... emotions... they be hard and overwhelming and he's so adhd core holy herbs)

(Also when he has time to process his emtions he's always so serious, the poor bean.)

YES POET CXS

(I screenshotted the whole thing.)

(and it was at this point that I exploded/pos)

BUT ALSO THE SPEACH AND HOW IT WAS NOT ONLY PERFECT TO COMFORT EMMA, BUT ALSO REFELCTED HIS GROWTH AS A CHARACTER... which would require a whole essay to explain... I have it written tbh but I would need to transcribe it... EVENTUALLY I WILL BUT THE WAY CXS CRAVES A PERFECT PAST (meanwhile Lu Guang craves a perfect future) AND LEARNED ABOUT ASPECTS OF HIMSELF THROUGHT THE PARRALLELS OF THE OTHERS LKJDFLKJDSFKJDSKFJDSK I CNA"T THIS SHOW IS TOO GOOD.

(Mild spoiler for Qiao LIng but it's not her fault so that's all good! She's still peak character of all time)

about your 5th point... season two will both shed light on that and make you scream soooooo (it's all foreshadowing and it's crazyyyy)

THAT MOMENT IN EPISODE FIVE YESSS

It's so perfect and heartbreaking and perfect and heartbreaking and KJSDLFKJDSLKFJDKLSFDKSF SKDF aaaaaa

CXS completely breaks down and Lu Guang tries to be comforting in his typical 'fool don't change the past, but it's okay because we'll change the future and.....' AND WAIT A MINUTE past and future for both of them and what they find comfort in alkjflaksdjfklaj AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (my analyzig brain is having so much fun with link click kalsdfjkasldfj;askdfl)

THANK YOU FOR SCREAMING WITH ME ABOUT LINK CLICK!!!!

[firey-passion]

Deal Making (Part/Chapter 1)

Shigaraki ran through the woods as fast as he could, each muscle that goes into such a thing pounding away with pain scattering across his body. He was so damn careful, he was sure that he wouldn't get caught at the supply run for some food with sustenance but things just had to go down hill! First there were three different hero groups patrolling the area, then he found that one of them had the current number one hero, and finally he got spotted by said number one hero and chased into the woods. Good news was that it was pretty easy to spot where he was due to the fire and he was clearly gaining some space between the two. Apparently being a six foot tall giant did not give way for being partially nimble, which was what was needed more in the woods. Once far enough away Shigaraki ducked behind a tree to hide, doing his best to slow his breath down to not give his position away. Endeavor eventually caught up but wasn't able to see him. 

“Where the hell did he go?!” He nearly shouted, fire burning brighter than it was before in his rage. 

“Relax Endeavor, it's not like he could get that far away.” Hawks pointed out. 

Shigaraki was mentally glad that he tried to fly through the woods instead of running since his wingspan slowed him down a bit, he was also glad that Mirko stayed behind to see if there were any other villains around. There likely wasn't but if they were they weren't a part of the LOV so it didn't matter to him. He finally took in his surroundings a bit more and noticed something a bit odd. In front of him was a black book with a red triangle man on it. 

Shigaraki reached out and picked up the book and looked more clearly at it. It wasn't really anything of note, other than the fact that it appeared to just have been abandoned in the woods. He sat there waiting for about half an hour before Endeavor and Hawks decided that Shigaraki had double backed and was back at the store so they ran back. He waited another few minutes before leaving his hiding place and taking a different route to get back to the League's hideout, deciding to bring the book with him. It may not be very useful exactly but it would be interesting at the very least. At least this run wasn't a total bust, he got enough supplies to last them for a few days and he got an interesting book. 

When he got back to the league he set the supplies that he was able to get his hands on at the table that they got their hands on from someone throwing it out. The table had stains, scratches, and a leg that had been broken (they used a few bricks to keep the table up). Shigaraki went back to staring at the book a bit trying to figure out why someone would try and get rid of it. 

“Hey Shigs! Glad you're back, whatcha got?” Toga asked, coming into the room and taking a seat on the plush chair they'd gotten alongside the table. It had a few holes and tears in it, with it also missing a leg that they worked through with a random book none of them read. 

“I got some canned food and microwavables, plus some fruits and vegetables we'll have to eat quickly to make sure they don't go bad. I unfortunately wasn't able to get my hands on much, got chased by the number one hero and his buddy.” Shigaraki explained, not looking up from his examination. 

“A-huh, and what's up with the book?” Dabi asked, leaning over his shoulder and looking at the odd book. 

“Unsure, I found it in the woods. It looked like it was just abandoned there.” Shigaraki explained, nudging Dabi away from him. 

“Oooooo, mysterious!” Toga exclaimed with a giggle, seeming to be rather excited about the potential from the strange book. 

Dabi let out a laugh and backed up a bit, “Pretty weird that you decided to grab a random book you found, for all you know it was there for a reason.”

“Yeah, and a good chunk of our furniture was probably thrown away for a reason and yet we're still using it.” Shigaraki replied with an eye roll. 

Dabi let out another laugh and he jumped onto the couch and started lounging, which was another item they grabbed on trash day. It was absolutely covered in stains and holes that had fluff sticking out of it. Shigaraki couldn't help but think about how he was proving his point. 

“Are you sure it was a good idea to take the book though? I mean, you got no context on why it was left in the woods instead of just thrown away.” Spinner pointed out, feeling a bit nervous about the risk that was potentially brought into the hideout. 

“Oh don't be such a worry wart Spinner! I'm sure that it'll be fine, it's not like he answered the question of some lady with a face mask on!” Toga said with a giggle. 

“If you say so…” Spinner said awkwardly, clearly not fully believing it. 

Shigaraki decided to head into his ‘room’ with the book in order to take a close look, he'd rather not be annoyed by the league while trying to understand things. His room was less of an actual room and more like a box. He had a bed in the corner that was absolutely covered in stains from being thrown out and was worn-out through years of use from the previous owners, a desk that was a patchwork of different types of wood that he used to keep his electrics (laptop and Nintendo devices), and a pin board on the wall that he used to keep all the information he found important in order. He had two piles of clothes off to the side of his room, one full of clothes he needed to get clean and the other were good to be worn for longer. He took off his jacket and tossed it into his “can still be worn” pile and toed off his shoes and socks, he took a seat on his bed and opened the book to see what was in its pages. 

He got hit with the ramblings from someone named “Stanford Pines”, he went on about how he believed some guy named “Bill” was dead, how he had checked his brothers mind and some statue to see if he could possibly come back, how he had gotten rid of all momentums of him (including all one dollar bills), how he he had found this book and tried to get rid of it but it kept coming back, how the book had some odd properties (such as changing itself based off the reader), and pleading to not read the book and to not trust it's contents. Shigaraki thought for a moment, if this was true then this could be a rather big risk with unknown reward. He decided to continue on just to see what would happen, finding a page about ‘summoning Bill Cipher’. He thought a little bit more about what he should do before going for it; he opted not to put his name in the book though. He put his hand on the right page, took a deep breath, and said “time to get weird”, and turned the page. 

He didn't know what he expected, but what he found was definitely odd. The words weren't coming into view properly, some sentences started and ended abruptly, everything seemed to be trying to put itself together in a way that would be interesting but it didn't know what to do; he silently wondered if wearing the gloves messed with the book. He decided that he was just tired and that's why things weren't looking right so he set the book to the side, keeping it open so as to not have to reopen it in the morning, and went to sleep. 

Shigaraki “awoke” to a black void with some transparent blue objects floating about, he could tell rather easily that he wasn't really awake because he wasn't in pain like he normally was. He looked around the area to try and understand what was happening and saw a rather stylish yellow triangle with a few cracks in his body. He didn't seem to exactly seem to be paying attention, more so mumbling to himself. 

“What is with this guy, why is his mind so damn jumbled, I can't believe out of everyone who found my book it had to be someone whose thoughts are moving so fast.” The triangle mumbled to himself. 

“Uh, hello? Where the hell am I?” Shigaraki questioned, already mentally prepared for a fight. 

The triangle seemed to have snapped out of whatever angry thoughts he was dealing with and quickly seemed to pipe up to give some sort of speech or something. 

“Why hello there! I'm Bill Cipher, great to meet you Shigaraki! As for where you are, you're in the dreamscape, in other words my playground!” The triangle man exclaimed, seeming to intentionally making himself over the top. 

“Huh, so you're the guy that he was trying to warn me about.” Shigaraki said dismissively. The mention of “he” caused Bill to immediately scowl. 

“Yeah, yeah. That would be me. Clearly it didn't work if you summoned me!” Bill continued, trying to push past the warnings that were given. 

“I suppose not. So, what's your deal?” Shigaraki questioned. 

“Well whatever do you mean?” Bill asked, trying to play dumb. 

“What, do you, want? I know that no one’s that upbeat when meeting you unless they want something, so what is it?” Shigaraki pushed, not willing to sit through the pleasantries that commonly came with social interaction. 

“Well it's simple really! I want to regain my physical form and bring some fun to your boring world!” Bill explained, clearly holding some details back. 

“And by “fun” you mean “chaos”.” Shigaraki pointed out nonchalantly. 

“Well aren't you a smart one, yes that would be the case. But it won't be that big of a deal! You'll be fine in all the mayhem as long as you help me out! You'll be on top of the world, ruler of everything, be the one in control!” Bill exclaimed, clearly trying to tempt him into some type of deal. 

“I don't really want any of that, it's not like I would know what to do with myself anyway.” Shigaraki replied, getting Bill to clearly panic a bit. 

“Well that's fine as I can give you anything! Fame, money, knowledge, power, absolutely anything!” Bill continued to try and tempt, which Shigaraki found amusing. 

“Well I don't want fame, I absolutely hate people so people acting as though they know me would piss me off. Money would be useful but it's not like I can buy things normally, difficult to forget this face after all, plus I could always just do what I do already which is steal. I’m already tired all the damn time so having more knowledge would just be more exhausting. And when it comes to power, anything you could offer me I could gain on my own with enough time.” Shigaraki replied with a smirk, he was enjoying making this guy sweat a bit. 

“Then what do you want?!” Bill questioned angrily, clearly getting pissed about how his normal tempting tactics weren't working. He was quite literally turning red with. 

Shigaraki thought for a few minutes. He never really thought about what he wants, like at all. His destiny was set in stone after all, what he wanted never really mattered. But his teammates? Their destinies were flexible, they could still do so much when it comes to their “carries” in villainy. So while he didn't want anything, he was certain that his team would want more out of this than he ever has. It clicked in his mind what he “wanted” out of a deal with Bill. 

“How about this? If you can play nice and be a team player when it comes to my team then I'll help you regain that physical form of yours, with the caveat of you fulfilling your end first of course.” Shigaraki explained. 

“Deal!” Bill exclaimed, seeming to not think to ask follow up questions, and extending a hand engulfed in blue flames for a hand shake. Shigaraki thought for a second. 

“Sorry, I don't really do handshakes, personal hang ups, will this work?” He asked as he offered his pinkie in the same manner one would for a pinkie promise, it was a little embarrassing to have to do something so childish but with him handshakes could be deadly. 

“Yep, yep! That'll work!” Bill exclaimed, taking Shigaraki's pinkie finger to seal the deal. 

“Fantastic.” Shigaraki said with a grin, happy to see things going his way for once in life. 

“So who are your teammates anyway?” Bill finally asked, clearly not prepared for the answer. 

“Well there's Spinner, who is my favorite. Hurt him and I will find a way to kill you a second time. That may sound like a joke but it isn't, I will actually kill you. Then there's Dabi, he’s an absolute prick. As long as you know how to stand your ground in a verbal sparring match things will work out just fine. There's Kurogiri, my other favorite. Can't imagine what you can do to piss him off. There's also Mr. Compress, a rather respectable fellow. Only downside is that he'll steal your stuff just to prove that he can, personally I let him get away with it because it annoys Toga. Speaking of Toga, she's rather insane and obsessive. She'll stab you just for some blood but she's good enough at what she does that she won't hit an artery, though that doesn't really hurt as much as her emotionally dissecting you. And finally there's Twice, the embodiment of being incapable of making up his mind. He's incredibly confusing to be around but once you figure him out he's actually rather pleasant to be around.” Shigaraki explained, counting up on his fingers as he explained each league member. Meanwhile Bill just stared off, as if it's just now setting in how difficult this will be. 

“Okay, okay. I can work with this! I've dealt with much weirder and much more fucked up!” Bill said, Shigaraki was pretty sure that he was half lying to himself. 

“Whatever you say pal.” Shigaraki said with a smirk, which Bill did his best to ignore. “Now, as for how the league can really interact with you, hm…you can communicate through that book of yours right?” He asked. 

“Of course I can! It's what allows me to really make a deal with someone!” Bill answered. 

“Well that could be used as the primary form of communication, but that does lead into an issue of getting attention to talk. Hm…” Shigaraki said, trying to think this through. 

“I mean, I could always possess your body to talk to them!” Bill suggested. 

“Oh, well that makes things a bit easier. Alright, I'll allow you to possess me from time to time in order to talk to them in a more typical manner.” Shigaraki stated. 

“Alright! Well, it appears as though you're about to wake up, you'll be seeing you again rather soon, Shigaraki!” Bill exclaimed, trying to let the situation at hand roll off of him. 

Shigaraki actually woke up this time and looked around. He rubbed his head and let out a yawn. He started wondering if it was all a dream until he looked over at the book, which now had the sentence, “Great doing business with you!” with a drawing of a triangle next to it. He grinned at seeing, now knowing that it was all real. 

‘Well, things have certainly gotten a lot more interesting.’ Shigaraki thought as he got up, putting on his jacket and shoes, grabbing the book, and heading into the league's makeshift living room. 

“Good morning Tomura Shigaraki, how did you sleep?” Kurogiri asked politely. 

“Great actually! Much better than I have in years. Gonna need you to collect the others for a team meeting, got some stuff to talk about.” Shigaraki answered, setting the open book down on the table. 

“This early in the morning? That's a bit unusual of you.” Kurogiri questioned, already heading off to do as asked. 

“Eh, what can I say? You can discover some rather fascinating things through dreams.” Shigaraki said with a grin. 

It only took a few minutes for the league to assemble in the living room. Shigaraki sat in the middle of the couch, Spinner was to his right, Dabi was to his left, Mr. Compress was sitting in the plush chair, Kurogiri was standing to the side of the couch, Twice was sitting besides Dabi, and Toga was sitting on the arm of the couch. 

“So, what's this meeting about?” Dabi questioned, doing his best to seem like he didn't give a shit. 

“Well, as most of you know I found this book abandoned in the woods yesterday,” Shigaraki started while gesturing towards the book, “and I found something incredibly interesting about this book. It is apparently hosting a deal making being known as Bill. So, I set things up in such a way that we basically have a new teammate, with us having a deal that if he acts as a team player then I'll help him regain his physical form. He'll primarily be communicating through the book, but I have made the offer that he'll be able to possess my body sometimes to make communication easier.” He continued to explain. 

“Wooooah! Well isn't this an incredible turn of events, we have a new friend!��� Toga exclaimed with a laugh, clearly rather happy about the possibilities here. 

“You sure you didn't just eat some of Spinner's gummies by accident? Seems a lot more likely than what you're talking about.” Dabi joked, not taking this seriously. 

“First, I don't keep those lying around so unless he was digging in my room he wouldn't even be able to find them let alone have some. Second, Weed doesn't cause hallucinations, prick.” Spinner pointed out exasperatedly. 

“Plus, if you don't believe me, check out the book.” Shigaraki suggested. 

With that the book changed a bit with the words, “Hey flesh bags, Bill Cipher here! Everything he said is true!” with a few triangle drawings also appearing. 

“Holy shit-” Dabi started, clearly startled by the book changing. 

“It was true! This'll be so incredible! Demon, burn the book!” Twice exclaimed, the startling revelation leaving his thoughts scattered more than usual. 

“Do not burn the book, I'm pretty sure it'll just come back.” Shigaraki said calmly. 

“Well okay, we now have…a possessed book as a teammate?” Spinner couldn't help but question. 

“Eh, more like a demonic triangle that's currently possessing a book.” Shigaraki explained. 

“Well, okay. Guess this is what we're dealing with now…” Spinner said, clearly unsure on how to feel about the situation at hand. 

“Well at least we got one more teammate to assist in our goals, even if it's a little out of the realm of normal.” Mr. Compress stated, trying to make things make sense in his head. 

“Plus a new friend!” Toga exclaimed happily. 

“Are you sure that this decision will end well Tomura Shigaraki? Last I checked, deals with demons do not normally end well.” Kurogiri questioned. 

“It'll be fine, don't worry! I've got this all figured out.” Shigaraki answered, he wasn't completely telling the truth but close enough. 

“If you insist.” Kurogiri nodded. 

“Hey, I'm right here you know! Quite rude to be talking about me as though I'm not here!” Bill said through the book. 

“Right, right! Sorry about that! So, do you already know who we are or should we introduce ourselves?” Toga offered. 

“Yep, already know who each of you are! Kurogiri, Spinner, Toga, Dabi, Twice, Mr. Compress! Benefit of being an all seeing entity!” Bill explained, showing a ‘photo’ of each of them next to their name. 

“Wooooooah! You can see everything?” Toga asked, clearly fascinated by this detail. 

“Of course! It's a rather incredible thing if you ask me!” Bill explained. 

“Ohohohohohoho! Well ain't that an interesting power!” Toga exclaimed excitedly. 

“Okay, okay. Glad that you're able to adapt to this situation so well.” Dabi said with an eye roll. 

“Oh come Dabi. Let's be real, we'll all warm up to this eventually. After all, we warmed up to you.” Mr. Compress cracked, getting an annoyed huffed in response. 

“Yeah, guess that's accurate.” Dabi muttered angrily. 

Shigaraki let out a sigh and relaxed a bit. He was rather happy with how things were turning out so far. All Bill has to do is play nice and they'll be getting along just fine, then he just has to figure out how to get Bill that physical form. Though he did know very well that it takes a while for the league to truly warm up to anyone, even if Toga was excited about all this and Mr. Compress was being polite. He didn't know how long it was going to take, but hopefully it will be in his lifetime. 

(Author's Note: Hello people, I hope you enjoyed this fic! This has been the first time that I've tried to combine my art with my writing, I hope that it turned out well! For the sake of full transparency, I will say that for the characters I use Gacha Life 2 as a base while I draw the backgrounds by hand. It's mostly that anatomy is my least favorite part of drawing, so I prefer to take short cuts when it comes to drawing them lol. Anyway, if you like my writing, you can check out my AO3 account, I may post this there as well not sure yet. You'll primarily find Spinaraki fics there as it's my main OTP, but you'll find some stuff where that's more of a side thing. I have a ton of WIP that I'm sure I'll get through (someday) so maybe keep your eye out for that!)

[dorothygale123]

Dragons.

Big, scaly, powerful and can eat you up, they're not exactly the kinds of beings you want to piss off, yet in the tale we're looking at today some idiots managed to do that in the worst way possible.

The story today has a few different names and versions, even appearing twice in my book. When I came upon the second instance, I literally had to do a double take because hadn't I read this before???? There are some differences, but the major plot beats are the same so we'll go over those first before looking at specifics.

A young man named Liu Yi is walking home from the capital after an exam when he spots a very pretty and very distressed young lady herding sheep by the road. Being a decent person, he goes over and asks her what's wrong at which point she reveals that she's actually a princess, the daughter of the dragon king, who'd recently moved in with her in laws after she got married. Unfortunately, her husband and his family are huge jerks and also idiots, because they thought it would be a good idea to abuse and mistreat the beloved child of the dragon king.

The girl says she has no way of telling her father what's happening to her and asks the man to pass on a letter for her to her family in Lake Dongting. Liu Yi of course agrees and delivers the letter. The dragon king let's him in, reads it, and is understandably furious. Though as mad as he is, he makes sure to tell everyone to keep quiet or else his brother Chiantang would hear and freak out.

Chiantang immediately hears about it and freaks out. Good work team.

See, Chiantang is basically on parol after causing some massive flooding due to his temper so he's supposed to keep his head down, but he also dotes on his niece like crazy and learning about her abuse sends him into a rage where he forgets that he's he's still on Heaven's sh*t list and just flies over to the house of idiots and kills everyone he can find, earning each of them a Darwin Award. Thankfully, the current emperor decides this outburst was justified and also he doesn't feel like dealing with it, so all Chiantang gets is a stern 'don't do that again.' He then takes his niece and goes home.

At said home, Liu Yi is still there because Chiantang decimated that entire clan in a few hours. They throw a party, and during the drinking Chiantang says it would be a great idea for the young man to marry the princess, but he declines and goes back to his village to eventually marry someone else.....

OR SO HE THINKS! For you see, his bride was actually the dragon princess in disguise because she really did want to marry him for saving her. It takes a while for her to come clean about this, but once she does they get over it, move into her parents' house and live happy immortal lives together.

There are a few small differences, for example one story had the man going back after passing his exam while the other had him failing, and one of them actually gets widowed twice before the dragon princess sneaks off to marry him. This indicates that this is a very popular story with a lot of regional variants, though I can't say I think the stories I read were different enough to have separate entries in the same book. Like, at least Shen I and Hou Yi had major differences, but here? The biggest differences are in the spelling, and I'm not getting on that soapbox again. What do you think?

Sh*tpost Masterlist

[slasher-male-wife]

I have a Daryl Dixon request if you feel motivated to write it! :)

Platonic father figure!Daryl x teen!reader where reader is part of the group because he lost his parents at the start of the end of the world. Since then he’s just been a bit closed off and quiet, but so is Daryl so reader takes more of a liking to him. One day Daryl decides to teach reader how to hunt or something and they start to bond. (Maybe reader is also besties with Carl because they’re around the same age and just get each other y’know)

I’m breaking a rule of mine because this is too good to pass up. I feel like this could also be good angst practice, as well as platonic writing practice. I took a bit to write this because I wanted to kind of explore some different things with this. Reader and Daryl are already kind of close before this, so this is more like reader gaining a new father figure in a way. This is set at the prison because I’m still on season three.

You're a great kid

Warnings: Talk of death, kind of angst, hurt/comfort, Daryl is kind of a dad, reader and Daryl are hunting so animal death

It’s a warm spring day. You’ve been somewhat keeping count of the days as they pass and you assume it’s now April. You’re outside with Carl, in a sheltered area keeping “watch”. You’re really just screwing around with a deck of cards you found in the prison. You two don’t know much card games but you’re figuring it out.

“I’ve always wanted to learn how to play poker. A friend of mine said they’d teach me awhile before this all started.” You say.

“I think my dad knows how to play poker. If not him then Daryl does.”

“Daryl’s teaching me to hunt today. Maggie and Glenn found a bow and arrows in the woods and brought it back.”

“You still need proper shooting lessons you know?”

“Yeah well I thought Rick didn’t want to waste bullets. Or attract walkers.”

“I’m sure we’ll find a place to do it sometime. But Daryl’s been talking about taking me out and practicing with my bow again,” You’d first got that bow and arrow set at nine years old from your dad. Not for hunting, but for fun. Your practice shooting with him since then and now eight years later you’re pretty good, still rusty since you’ve been using knives more than your bow since this all started, “I should probably go ask him when we’re done.”

“Why not ask now. We’re not doing anything important.” You and Carl pick up the cards and head back inside. You spend the next ten minutes hunting down Daryl. Eventually you find him.

"Daryl, I wanted to know if we could go out hunting like you said we could. I need to practice with my bow."

"I don't see why we can't go. Get what you need and tell Rick we're leaving." You nod and grab your bow and arrows. You pick up a gun just in case. Looking around you quickly find where Rick is.

"Daryl and I are going out hunting! We'll be back before dark!" You call out to him not waiting for a reply. If he really didn't want you leaving then he would have stopped you from going. Meeting back up with Daryl you double check you have everything you need.

"You ready to go?" He asks. You nod and make your way out of the prison.

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You've had a pretty peaceful hunting trip so far. Daryl's shot some rabbit's with his crossbow and you've killed some walkers with your knife. Now you're staring down a rabbit, bow in hand and arrow pointed right at it.

“Alright now, keep a steady arm and shoot.” Daryl tells you. You take a deep breath and let go of the bow. The arrow goes flying and hits the rabbit in the head. You lower your bow and smile.

“Great shot. Now let’s grab it.” You rush in front of Daryl and grab the rabbit by the neck. It’s dead but still warm. You pull out the arrow and put it back in your bag. You wrap some rope around the rabbit's neck and tie it to your bag like Daryl does with his.

“Pretty good aren’t I?” You ask.

“You’re alright, nothing to get cocky over. Let’s aim for a few more before we head back." You two start walking deeper into the woods. A comfortable silence settling over you.

“How long have you been hunting?” You ask. Daryl shrugs.

"I've been hunting since I was a kid I guess. I've been doing it for a long time. Maybe you'll get good at it too."

"I hope I get good at it like you are. My dad always talked about taking me hunting, but he never really got the chance." Your tone shifts when you start to think about your parents. Daryl can see you getting more emotional and he spots a fallen tree near a creek.

"How about we sit down for a bit," He suggests. You nod and follow him over to the log. You two sit there for a few minutes in a comfortable silence. You thinking about your parents and Daryl trying to think about what he should be doing, “You know if you ever need to talk Rick or someone else, they’re willing to talk with you.” You roll your eyes at his comment.

“I know that. Y’all are always trying to get me to talk.” You say picking up and smoothing over a rock.

“Maybe it’s because they care.”

“Maybe I don’t want to talk about it.” You say throwing it in the creek.

“That’s fine, that’s fine, I’m just saying that’s what they wanted you to know.”

“I don’t need to talk about anything. You rarely talk about you and you’re fine.” You pick up another rock and try to skip it.

“Maybe I’m not fine. I just don’t talk much because I don’t like people knowing my business,” He pauses, “I know how hard it is losing your parents. Carl does too.”

“He’s told me about his mom. We both understand that. But I don’t really think anyone else understands what it’s like to really be alone. You still have your brother, Carl has Judith and Rick, I’m alone.”

“You’re not alone alright?” He pats your shoulder a little awkwardly, “I’m here for you. I’ll admit my parents weren’t the best but I still loved them. I’m sure you loved your folks.” You nod and feel tears sting your eyes.

“Well yeah. I loved them a lot. My parents were great parents. I still do love them a lot,” You pat away the forming tears and pick up another rock, “If I could get a new dad I’d like him to be you. You’re really cool and stuff Daryl.” You’re trying to play off how emotional you’re feeling right now. Your heart is thudding loudly in your chest, so loud you’re worried Daryl can hear it.

“I think you’re pretty cool too. If I had to chose someone to be my kid I’d pick you.” You smile and feel the tears form again.

“I don’t really like to talk about what happened. It’s hard to think about and it makes me feel so awful,” You sniffle and tilt your head back to try and drive away the tears, “I just don’t want to get too attached to anyone anymore because they can disappear at any time you know?” Sitting back straight you look over at Daryl and something inside of you breaks. For a moment he looks like your dad. Before you can stop yourself you throw your arms around him and begin to sob. It's like something inside of you just broke in that moment. Months of being shut off and trying to keep to yourself has worn you down. You've been desperate for any chance to really let your emotions go as much as you didn't want to admit it, and now was just that time.

Daryl sits there with his arms raised, unsure what to do. If it was anyone else he would push them off of him. But because it’s you, he’s not sure what he should do. Slowly he lowers his arms and wraps them around you too, staying silent so he doesn’t mess something up. He wants to scold you a little for being so loud and attracting walkers. But truth be told he’d kill anyone or anything that tries to interrupt this moment.

"I just remember them screaming and the sounds of their deaths. I couldn't look at them while it happened at all. I never really got to say goodbye either. I just... I just... I don't know." You sob out. Daryl simply listens. Partly to comfort you, partly because he doesn't know what the hell to say.

After a good ten minutes you pull away from him and wipe your face free of tears. Your nose looks irritated and your eyes are red, cheeks dewy from all of your tears, “I’m so sorry Daryl. I didn’t mean to do that.” He pulls his arms away and back to himself when you start to pull away too.

"No you're fine Y/n. I'm sorry what happened to your folks and all. I'm not the best person to talk about it with though. But uh, if you ever wanna go hunting again I'm happy to do it with you."

"Thank you Daryl. That means a lot to me."

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

Ever-Changing Disney & Pixar Slates From 2008 to about 2016...

I'll have this here for reference as well...

Preface: DreamWorks' next film is something we know next to nothing about, and the only films on their slate are a TROLLS threequel and KUNG FU PANDA 4. A movie called MEET THE GILLMANS, per a few reports and other clues, is supposed to open before TROLLS BAND TOGETHER does... The rest of DreamWorks' slate is sparse, despite the studio reportedly having a big plan in place... So why the skittishness to say what's coming out?

I think I know why...

Anything can happen with an animated movie... Even if it's *this* close to completion. The animated adaptation of Nate Stevenson's NIMONA got shut down - alongside the studio it was being made at, Blue Sky - in February 2021 despite being 75% complete, but luckily it was revived at another studio (Annapurna) and will be completed and released this year. Henry Selick's THE SHADOW KING was maybe halfway done when Disney pulled the plug on it in mid-2012. DreamWorks halted in-production movies like ME AND MY SHADOW (shadows have bad luck in animation picture business, don't they?) and LARRIKINS. Disney threw out a 2D/CG picture with a lot of working titles, one of which was A FEW GOOD GHOSTS, despite the amount of work done on it.

The list is even longer, so I wanted to re-chronicle a weird history of Walt Disney Animation Studios and Pixar on here... In an age where long-term slates being laid down is commonplace.

We'll start at April of 2008...

I remember seeing this slate back in the day and thinking, "Wow, this is massive." This predated Marvel releasing gargantuan half-decade plans for interconnected movies... This was a long-term plan spanning four years from both Walt Disney Animation Studios and Pixar. This was a little after The Walt Disney Company's historic acquisition of Pixar in early 2006, and the subsequent installation of Pixar stalwarts John Lasseter and Ed Catmull as heads of a revitalized WDAS. Perhaps after the release of MEET THE ROBINSONS and RATATOUILLE in 2007, there was a newfound confidence in both studios.

WDAS had gone through a rough period in the early 2000s, where films either lost money due to various circumstances (THE EMPEROR'S NEW GROOVE) or didn't get great critical reception (BROTHER BEAR)... Sometimes both. (ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE, HOME ON THE RANGE) MEET THE ROBINSONS got mixed-to-positive reception at best, and did flop at the box office. The film had cost around $100m to make, and failed to double that worldwide. It was indeed dumped by the marketing department and heads, for it was perceived as more of a band-aid ripping than the first in a line of new-fangled WDAS movies sure to win back the critical acclaim and box office glory they once possessed in the early '90s. No, that distinction would go to BOLT, as it's often pointed to as the first of the "Revival" features, or at least the first of the Lasseter/Catmull pictures.

Anyways, that same year, RATATOUILLE became another Pixar blockbuster and seemed to prove that that Emeryville studio really could do no wrong. People doubted many of their films, each new Pixar movie seemed like their first flop. Michael Eisner infamously predicted FINDING NEMO would be a flop when he had seen a rough cut of the film around a year before its eventual release and subsequent record-breaking run at the box office. By the time you got to RATATOUILLE, people jeered that this movie starring a rat (gross! disgusting!) that wants to cook would be their first dud... But it wasn't, it defied the odds and it took home the Oscar on top of that.

So you could imagine that Disney was quite confident in their animation slate going forward, from both Pixar and WDAS... And so, they laid out a slate, in addition to the films already on the release boards... (Pixar highlighted in blue, WDAS in green)

WALL-E - 6/27/2008

BOLT - 11/26/2008

UP - 5/29/2009

THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG - Christmas 2009

TOY STORY 3 - 6/18/2010

RAPUNZEL - Christmas 2010

NEWT - Summer 2011

THE BEAR AND THE BOW - Christmas 2011

CARS 2 - Summer 2012

KING OF THE ELVES - Christmas 2012

Wow... Back in 2008, that seemed like *a lot* of movies... And Pixar releasing *two films* in a calendar year? What is this sorcery??

For anyone not entirely in the loop here, THE BEAR AND THE BOW is the movie that eventually got re-named to BRAVE. KING OF THE ELVES was to be an adaptation of the Phillip K. Dick story, from BROTHER BEAR directors Aaron Blaise and the late Robert Walker.

Now, a slight adjustment was made to this slate by fall of 2008... CARS 2 had curiously traded places with NEWT, and was now opening a year earlier than expected.

Some time passes by, by mid-2009, THE BEAR AND THE BOW is now BRAVE...

A new project based on Winnie the Pooh fires up. The company has a very short-lived desire to do a full-on reboot of the franchise and get it up to speed, as it had been kinda lost in Pooh Corner for quite some time. Pigeonholed as a preschooler property more so than something to be enjoyed by the whole family... This very brief push for a brand new Winnie the Pooh results in a hand-drawn animated feature, landed in the lap of Disney Animation. It is hastily greenlit and fast-tracked for a 2011 release. WDAS now has a movie to release that year.

Then we get to the end of 2009... THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG is not the blockbuster it should've been. The first hand-drawn feature from the studio since 2004, this performance causes a very weird blowback to fairy tales within the company, in an era where they were very concerned about one single demographic... The 6-to-12 year-old boy. Keep in mind, this is the year Disney launched the channel Disney XD (replacing Toon Disney), a channel tailored to that group. Marvel was also purchased that year, too, meaning Disney-released Marvel Cinematic Universe movies that would appeal to those. Their verdict was that the movie having "Princess" in the title was what killed it, as it scared away that boy audience... Though if you ask me, PRINCESS AND THE FROG had far more outside problems going on that affected the movie than some random little Timmy not wanting to see a "girly movie".

So now, by early 2010, the mandate was... No more fairy tales, those are passe. And 2D was pretty much not coming back, either. WINNIE THE POOH was in production, yes, but it was dead on arrival. An adaptation of THE SNOW QUEEN was... Forgive the pun, *on ice*...

However, there was one movie that stood in the way... It was the next movie, too... RAPUNZEL... The movie was hastily re-titled to TANGLED, in an attempt to make it seem less "girly". I love that movie, but I always hated that title... But it's the one they went with for the domestic and UK releases. Many countries retained the RAPUNZEL title, albeit in other languages. (For example, in French, it's RAIPONCE.) TANGLED couldn't be cancelled, it was far too deep into production to have that happen to it... It was still on track for Thanksgiving of 2010. Elsewhere in the "Hat Building", KING OF THE ELVES is but dead, with Blaise and Walker having moved on to other things. WINNIE THE POOH was moved to the day the final HARRY POTTER movie was supposed to open, instead of a much more ideal early spring slot. (It was an April release in the UK and much of Europe.) Conspicuously, Pixar does not pull the plug on BRAVE, which itself is a fairy tale-inspired fantasy story with a princess in it...

Now around this time, a project called REBOOT RALPH was starting to make the rounds, and eventually it secured a release date of March 22, 2013. Why not fall 2012, where KING OF THE ELVES used to be? Well, that's because Pixar - out of nowhere - had announced that a MONSTERS, INC. 2 was in the works for a fall 2012 release... And that NEWT was outright cancelled, leaving the summer of 2012 to BRAVE. By the time TOY STORY 3 came to theaters, the slate now looked like this...

TANGLED - 11/24/2010

CARS 2 - 6/24/2011

WINNIE THE POOH - 7/15/2011

BRAVE - 6/22/2012

MONSTERS, INC. 2 - 11/2/2012 (or possibly the 16th)

REBOOT RALPH - 3/22/2013

We can see the "two Pixars a year, WDAS settles for the year after" pattern starting to take shape here...

Now we get to early 2011... MONSTERS, INC. 2 turns out to be a prequel titled MONSTERS UNIVERSITY, and REBOOT RALPH is retitled to WRECK-IT RALPH... RALPH is now a fall 2012 release, and MONSTERS U moves to summer 2013. No "two Pixars" in 2012...

TANGLED does well at the box office, proving that fairy tales aren't passe at all. At Disney Animation, THE SNOW QUEEN is put back in development, and according to the defunct insider blog Blue Sky Disney, it was put in a "production race" of sorts with KING OF THE ELVES, now under BOLT director Chris Williams. Both are competing to be the next WDAS film after the release of WRECK-IT RALPH because right around that time? There wasn't anything really else on the horizon that was in shape to go forward... Early work was being done on what would eventually become BIG HERO 6, pitches for movies that later became ZOOTOPIA and MOANA were just taking shape around this time. So it was either SNOW QUEEN or ELVES...

In August, at the inaugural D23 fan expo, Pixar announces two original movies with no titles... They are announced as THE UNTITLED PIXAR MOVIE ABOUT DINOSAURS and THE UNTITLED PIXAR MOVIE THAT TAKES YOU INSIDE THE MIND...

They are later slated for 11/27/2013 and 5/30/2014 respectively...

That is, until THE SNOW QUEEN - now baring the TANGLED-esque adjective title FROZEN - took the dinosaur movie's slot... So by the end of 2011, things looked a bit like this...

BRAVE - 6/22/2012

WRECK-IT RALPH - 11/2/2012

MONSTERS UNIVERSITY - 6/21/2013

FROZEN - 11/27/2013

UNTITLED PIXAR MOVIE ABOUT DINOSAURS - TBD

UNTITLED PIXAR / INSIDE THE MIND - TBD

Come CinemaCon, April 2012, things are cleared up about the dinosaur and mind movies... They have titles, aaaaand release dates...

BRAVE - 6/22/2012

WRECK-IT RALPH - 11/2/2012

MONSTERS UNIVERSITY - 6/21/2013

FROZEN - 11/27/2013

THE GOOD DINOSAUR - 5/30/2014

INSIDE OUT - 6/19/2015

Later in the year, two adjustments are made to this slate...

BRAVE - 6/22/2012

WRECK-IT RALPH - 11/2/2012

MONSTERS UNIVERSITY - 6/21/2013

FROZEN - 11/27/2013

THE GOOD DINOSAUR - 5/30/2014

UNTITLED DISNEY ANIMATION - 11/7/2014

INSIDE OUT - 6/19/2015

UNTITLED PIXAR - 11/25/2015

Once again, Pixar trying to have two a year...

In April 2013, a FINDING NEMO sequel called FINDING DORY is officially confirmed to exist, and it takes the Thanksgiving 2015 slot... Also right around this time, Disney Animation confirms that their Marvel comic adaptation BIG HERO 6 is on the boards for fall 2014...

May 2013 is where things get big... This, I believe, is in response to how well WRECK-IT RALPH does for Disney Animation. The film manages to be the studio's second big hit after TANGLED, and that they were in good standing. With that, many more dates were locked for WDAS films in addition to Pixar films...

MONSTERS UNIVERSITY - 6/21/2013

FROZEN - 11/27/2013

THE GOOD DINOSAUR - 5/30/2014

BIG HERO 6 - 11/7/2014

INSIDE OUT - 6/19/2015

FINDING DORY - 11/25/2015

UNTITLED DISNEY ANIMATION - 3/4/2016

UNTITLED PIXAR - 6/17/2016

UNTITLED DISNEY ANIMATION - 11/23/2016

UNTITLED PIXAR - 6/16/2017

UNTITLED PIXAR - 11/22/2017

UNTITLED DISNEY ANIMATION - 3/9/2018

UNTITLED PIXAR - 6/15/2018

UNTITLED DISNEY ANIMATION - 11/21/2018

Talk about "eatin' good"... That was *five* whole years of new animated features to look forward to, and only folks who were in the trenches knew what was possibly coming out on those dates...

The next D23 Expo takes place, where ZOOTOPIA is revealed to the public for the first time. Later, Disney confirms that it'll be WDAS' March 2016 release. However, a little after an odd presentation... It is revealed that Pixar's THE GOOD DINOSAUR has hit a snag... The director was removed, and a month later, Pixar up and delayed the movie. THE GOOD DINOSAUR migrated to Thanksgiving 2015, kicking FINDING DORY to summer 2016... 2014 is the first year to be without a Pixar feature since 2005...

FROZEN - 11/27/2013

BIG HERO 6 - 11/7/2014

INSIDE OUT - 6/19/2015

THE GOOD DINOSAUR - 11/25/2015

ZOOTOPIA - 3/4/2016

FINDING DORY - 6/17/2016

UNTITLED DISNEY ANIMATION - 11/23/2016

UNTITLED PIXAR - 6/16/2017

UNTITLED PIXAR - 11/22/2017

UNTITLED DISNEY ANIMATION - 3/9/2018

UNTITLED PIXAR - 6/15/2018

UNTITLED DISNEY ANIMATION - 11/21/2018

All is quiet for a little while... FROZEN erupts into a blockbuster phenomenon, but Disney remains mum on what's on the horizon beyond the spring 2016 release of ZOOTOPIA. Wisely so.

During an investor's call in March, CARS 3 and INCREDIBLES 2 are confirmed to exist, but are not given release dates.

In October, during another investor's call, TOY STORY 4 is revealed and has a release date: June 16, 2017.

On the Disney Animation front that same month, MOANA is confirmed to be the studio's fall 2016 release.

BIG HERO 6 - 11/7/2014

INSIDE OUT - 6/19/2015

THE GOOD DINOSAUR - 11/25/2015

ZOOTOPIA - 3/4/2016

FINDING DORY - 6/17/2016

MOANA - 11/23/2016

TOY STORY 4 - 6/16/2017

UNTITLED PIXAR - 11/22/2017

UNTITLED DISNEY ANIMATION - 3/9/2018

UNTITLED PIXAR - 6/15/2018

UNTITLED DISNEY ANIMATION - 11/21/2018

2015 means a new D23 Expo, and possibly a lot more information on what's coming from both studios...

But first, in March of 2015, Disney announces FROZEN II is happening. No date is set or implied.

At D23, COCO is revealed to be the Pixar's fall 2017 release. GIGANTIC, from Disney Animation, is announced but no release date is given. It is implied to be a spring 2018 release.

Then shortly thereafter, The Walt Disney Company announces a massive film slate encompassing all pictures - animated and live-action, Marvel and Lucasfilm...

CARS 3 is dated, taking TOY STORY 4's 6/16/2017 slot, TOY STORY 4 takes 6/15/2018. INCREDIBLES 2 is dated 6/21/2019, a WDAS film is slated for 11/27/2019... GIGANTIC is confirmed for spring 2018. Three 2020 animation releases are added, too. Wow! Two Pixars, one for 3/13/2020 and the other for 6/19/2020, and one WDAS, 11/25/2020...

THE GOOD DINOSAUR - 11/25/2015

ZOOTOPIA - 3/4/2016

FINDING DORY - 6/17/2016

MOANA - 11/23/2016

CARS 3 - 6/16/2017

COCO - 11/22/2017

GIGANTIC - 3/9/2018

TOY STORY 4 - 6/15/2018

UNTITLED DISNEY ANIMATION - 11/21/2018

INCREDIBLES 2 - 6/21/2019

UNTITLED DISNEY ANIMATION - 11/27/2019

UNTITLED PIXAR - 3/13/2020

UNTITLED PIXAR - 6/19/2020

UNTITLED DISNEY ANIMATION - 11/25/2020

2016 comes about with a few updates...

A WRECK-IT RALPH sequel is confirmed to exist, and is slated for 3/9/2018. It pushes GIGANTIC to fall 2018.

TOY STORY 4 and INCREDIBLES 2 trade places...

By fall 2016, things are looking like this...

MOANA - 11/23/2016

CARS 3 - 6/16/2017

COCO - 11/22/2017

WRECK-IT RALPH 2 - 3/9/2018

INCREDIBLES 2 - 6/15/2018

GIGANTIC - 11/21/2018

TOY STORY 4 - 6/21/2019

UNTITLED DISNEY ANIMATION - 11/27/2019

UNTITLED PIXAR - 3/13/2020

UNTITLED PIXAR - 6/19/2020

UNTITLED DISNEY ANIMATION - 11/25/2020

One last development I'll bring up is the cancellation of GIGANTIC in fall 2017, leaving March 2018 vacant. WRECK-IT RALPH sequel, titled RALPH BREAKS THE INTERNET: WRECK-IT RALPH 2 (the subtitle was removed right before its release), takes the fall 2018 slot.

Other than that, very little changed... The slate played out the way it was supposed to. INCREDIBLES 2 came out summer 2018, with RALPH 2 following in the fall. TOY STORY 4 was summer 2019, FROZEN II was fall 2019. ONWARD was spring 2020, but due to the COVID-19 pandemic, some adjustments were made to the slate... But it otherwise resembles what it looked like circa late 2017. SOUL went from summer 2020 Pixar release to Christmas Day streaming release. Fall 2020 WDAS title RAYA AND THE LAST DRAGON had to move to March 2021 because of that, but then the slate remained the same... Pixar's LUCA was a summer 2021 release, with WDAS' ENCANTO following in the fall. 2022, this past year, two Pixars as planned: TURNING RED in the spring, LIGHTYEAR in the summer, and one WDAS in the fall, that was STRANGE WORLD.

Their slate now?

ELEMENTAL - 6/16/2023

WISH - 11/22/2023

ELIO - 3/1/2024

INSIDE OUT 2 - 6/14/2024

Only covers this year and next year... One WDAS movie, three Pixars... And a ton of Marvel movies laid out til 2026 and AVATAR sequels into 2028... Disney's taking it easy with announcing what's on the horizon with animation... DreamWorks is doing the same... Heck, Universal's animation slate alone goes up to about mid-2024 with Illumination's DESPICABLE ME 4. A Swiss Universal slate document has various animated films slated for fall 2025 and fall 2026, but no word on those dates here in the states...

Maybe there is a reason they, and specifically Disney, don't announce long-term slates anymore... NEWT and GIGANTIC alone tell one why...

Maybe next time, I'll do DreamWorks, though that's a major-league cluster-cuss of its own. Till next time, fellas!

[get-the-bleach]

March 18, 2023

Jason,

Did a daytrip in and out of Sacramento for the Round of 64 to catch UCLA and Arizona. Left the house at 330am and returned at 4am the next day. Arizona blew their game to Princeton. Fucking embarrassing. 15 over a 2. I was sitting in the Princeton section. I sat next to an old alum and was chatting with him. The old guy was just happy to be there. I told him that I thought Princeton would keep it close. He was just hoping they wouldn't get blown out by Arizona. Their last big tournament moment had to be beating UCLA in 1996 when UCLA was the defending champ. Life is circular, man.

At halftime I knew Arizona was in trouble. Arizona never imposed their will. Princeton wanted it more. All the typical cliches. You would've been amused. But yeah, Arizona seriously shit the bed. It's like they didn't know how to adjust to a team sending doubles at Tubelis everytime he touched the ball. They ran so much pick and roll when I think they really should've just gone ISO the whole time. You have better athletes at every position. Just ISO and go to work and stop fucking around. Kriisa did Kriisa things. That dude seriously can singlehandedly win and lose you games. It's not a surprise why opposing teams like when he starts. You would've enjoyed that game. I didn't so much. Rough game to be at. Even the usher was razzing me as I left the arena. He was like "oh, you mad huh" and I just kind of looked at him and his coworker buddies. I didn't say anything and just walked away.

While waiting for the UCLA game I went back to the car and drank the booze I had brought. Oh, on the walk over to the Arizona game from the garage, I was talking with a couple who drove 12 hours from Phoenix to be at the game. So, i can't really complain only having driven 6.5. Perspective. At least UCLA handled business.

UCLA dominated UNC Asheville. I think even you would've been impressed. They were firing on all cylinders for a change. Defense and offense were clicking in tandem. Obviously, the opponent has a lot do with that, but the stifling defense absolutely shut them down. The gameplan was good. Bona didn't go, which was fine for the First Round.

The UCLA crowd was good.

The Round of 32 game was tonight against Northwestern. They've essentially got two dudes--Audige and Buie. It looked like UCLA was going to cakewalk to the Sweet 16 in the first half. They were up ten at half. They definitely had left some points on the board though. Buie and Audige were flaccid against the first half defense. The defensive gameplan that first half was A+ stuff.

Second half was another story. Audige got going and scored like 18 points or something. UCLA defenders kept letting him go right and took forever to adjust. They finally got to sitting on his fucking right hand. I was yelling at the TV. It was infuriating. You would've been annoyed. UCLA eventually won it with their d. They put the clamps on during the last 5 minutes. I think Northwestern got lilke one or two field goals during that span.

You can always count on UCLA to have a couple spells of 4-5 minute periods of stifling defense where the opposing team is absolutely helpless against the suffocating D. On the flip side of that coin though, you can always count on UCLA going through a couple spells of 4-5 minutes where they aren't able to put it in the hoop. Bona looked like shit today. I'd give him like a D+ on the day. It's like the time off made him forget how to play. He was playing really sped up and not taking his time. He reaggravated his should injury going up for a dunk. I hope the few days off helps him. Singleton went down towards the end of the game. On the replay his ankle got parallel to the court. It was gross. Everyone thought he broke his ankle. Cronin immediately ran on the court. The announcer was like "don't replay that" and of course they did. By all accounts, it sounds like the ankle is fine though. I guess we'll know tomorrow morning. Singleton tweeted that the ankle was just a sprain and he wasn't walking around with noticeable limp after the game. UCLA can't catch a break these past few games. Clark, Bona, and now Singleton all going down.

Debating going to the Sweet 16 game in Vegas, but we'll see if I can snag a ticket for face. We're probably going to play Gonzaga. God, if we lose to them again I'll flip my shit. I know you would too. You know what's funny about the UCLA/Zags rivalry? No one really remembers the half-court Suggs buzzer beater that killed us in OT in the 2021 run, but everyone remembers the "Heartbreak City" Adam Morrison game. That was probably THE sports highlight of our time at UCLA. I can't remember if you were at my place watching that game when the whole neighborhood erupted in simultaneous exuberance. I like to think that you were there, but you were probably watching with your CCM friends you dork.

Miss talking sports with you, man. This shit just ain't the same.

[holden-caulfield]

What If I Don't Want You To?

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REQUESTED: "Hii! I saw that you wanted people to leave kaz requests in your asks so here I am! Could you do a ff in wich the reader is a part of the crows and she's really sarcastic and flirty (similar to jesper) and she constantly flirts with kaz, (he acts like it doesn't affect him but he secretly loves it) and one day she does something especially bold that makes him blush madly and they finally admit their feelings for each other (also a lot of teasing of the crows to kaz pls) thank you so much!"

SUMMARY: reader loves to tease kaz but is scared once she realizes she might have gone too far.

WARNINGS: a mention of blood but nothing graphic

WORD COUNT: 1422

Kaz was the most closed-off person you knew. He never revealed anything, wether it was his feelings or the details of a new plan, and it enraged you. That's why you took it upon yourself to see just how far you could push him.

Flirting with Kaz Brekker wasn't an easy task, nor was it rewarding but it sure was fun. The crows loved to see which new technique you would have used and what effect it would have had on Kaz. It was usually a simple glare; a snarky comment when you were lucky. Bets were made on his reactions and you soon became a part of it.

"What are we thinking today, Y/n?" started Jesper while walking you down to the club, "I'm betting on a smirk."

"A smirk?!" you asked surprised, "I'm not even sure Kaz can smile..."

"He can, i've seen him once. I thought i was dreaming but when i pointed it out, he glared at me. I knew it was real when he whacked me with his cane." stated Jesper, shivering at the memory. You couldn't help but laugh at his theatrics. "Why do you do it, by the way?"

You took a moment to answer, suddenly serious again.

Truth was that all the innocent flirty comments you made −comments that started out as nothing more than a pastime− soon changed something in you. They were becoming truthful, and seeing Kaz answer with nothing but a dismissive comment was not easy. Trying to evoke feelings in him, inadvertently awoke feelings in you. Feelings for your boss that you shouldn't have had.

"Do i need a reason? It's fun, why do you talk to yourself in the mirror when you think no one's watching?" you retorted, raising eyebrows in genuine question.

"First of all, you shouldn't have seen that. Second of all, you should try it, you'd feel much better afterwards." he said simply and you tried restraining the smile that inevitably made its way on your face.

You entered the club which was, as always, in full swing. Several people were already ordering at the bar all kinds of alcohol while many others were betting all their possessions at the tables. Only the dregs knew that the real bets were being placed under the tables.

"Ten that he doesn't say anything." you heard someone whispering.

You were the newest of the dregs and of the crows, but you had already earned yourself a reputation.

"Twenty that he finally kicks her out." another voice from somewhere in the club.

That one made you shiver. Would he really reach a point where he would fire you? You were a useful member, you wouldn't have made it into the crows if you weren't, but were you too much? Would he eventually get tired of you?

You walked over to your usual table with Jesper to meet Inej. Kaz wasn't there yet and you were really thinking of ending it there, no more flirting, no more jokes. This was your job, nothing else.

"What do you have for us, boss?" asked Jesper as he saw Kaz approaching.

He looked as he always does: black refined clothes clinging to him in an assortment of sharp edges, making him look even more direful to new merchants. He looked dashing the way a raging sea at night is; frightening, yet enticing. And that was wrong, you reminded yourself.

"It was a dead end." he said, sitting down.

He was in a gloomy mood, certainly for the news, and even though you knew you would have let down the whole club, you couldn't help but think of the comment you had heard moments ago.

"Twenty that he finally kicks her out."

You loved working and simply being with the crows and the possibility of being kicked out was positively frightening.

But you couldn't simply stop. Everyone would have noticed something was off, he would have noticed. And then what? He would have known you liked him.

You had to do something big, something he couldn't simply ignore. You might have been out of the dregs for good, or maybe not.

Jesper kicked your shin under the table, making you focus back on the real word and motioning at all the dregs in the club, looking expectantly at you.

Kaz and Inej were now talking about something you weren't quite getting, their voices seemed distant as you tried to forget about everyone's eyes on you. You had made it a thousand times already, you could do it once more.

"So, what are we going to do now?" asked Jesper and Kaz leaned back in his chair.

"I have some other leads we can try, but we'll have to split up." he started, the prospect of new kruge in his pockets making him incredibly more cheerful, "Jesper, Inej heard something about a particularly pricey painting in east stave, she'll bring you there and you'll learn more about it. And Y/n," he began and you perked up.

It was your moment to say something and get it over with.

"We'll go to west stave, i need your help with a lead there."

"Oh, you need me?" you said, your tone excessively teasing.

"That's what i said, but i can ask Inej." he replied drily.

You hesitated but you were not one to back down, especially not in front of one of Kaz's passive aggressive comments.

"But then you wouldn't get to stare at me longingly while i work, would you?" you said, pouting slightly.

You could have expected a retort, a glare, a not-so-nice hand gesture, but not him storming out of the club.

The entirety of the dregs was dumbfounded, Jesper and Inej, who never participated in the bets but still knew about them, were agape. You were mortified.

"Maybe," began Inej, "You should go talk to him."

"And meet my demise?" you asked.

"There must be a reason why he stormed out-"

"Yes, that he would have liked to kill me but blood stains are tough to remove." Jesper laughed but you were quite serious.

You got up either way, you had to explain yourself to him, you owed him at least that, and got out.

You found him not so far from the club's entrance, leaning on the railing over the river. You approached him unsurely.

"Kaz." he didn't turn around, so you got closer to the railing and noticed that his face, even in the night with the palest light of the street lamps, was scarlet. "I'm- i'm sorry, i will stop."

He remained silent.

"That is if you still want me in the crows, if not i'll leave tonight obviously." he turned to you, usually-perfect hair now slightly tousled, face still red and unreadable.

"Why wouldn't i?" he asked.

"I'm always teasing you and i figured you hated that. I will stop."

"What if i don't want you to?" your head perked up and he turned back towards the horizon, but a smirk crept up on his face. He didn't bother hiding it.

"So you can smile?" he rolled his eyes.

"I don't like it when people point out things i obviously do, you should have noticed back there."

Heat rushed to your face and the smile he had plastered onto his face turned into a complacent one.

"It was real? You stare at me longingly?" you asked bewildered.

He looked at you once before turning to the horizon once more, "Obviously not."

But you could sense he was lying.

"Told you he could smile, Y/n!" shouted Jesper from behind you.

You both turned around to find Jesper and Inej surrounded by the dregs and a couple of other clients too, all jostling to get a better look of the scene.

"It'll be hard for him not to, i'm afraid." joined in Inej and you bit your lip to refrain the laughter. Kaz's annoyed expression didn't help you maintaining a straight face.

"I'm not paying you to stand here doing nothing, get back inside." he ordered.

Everyone turned back inside but Jesper and Inej.

"Boss, if Y/n now gets double, just know i'm great at flirting too." stated Jesper as Kaz made his way back to the club, you in tow.

He ignored him and whacked him with his cane. Again. Jesper had now yet another lovely cane story to add to his collection.

"You'll never let him forget it, won't you?" you whispered. Jesper looked at you like a child who had just entered candy land.

"Never."

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Naptime with Bombeep (Oneshot)

Been a while since I've written a oneshot with these two, huh? Well here we are!

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Boyfriend smiled in contentment. He and Whitty were comfortable in the living room, blankets and pillows all over the floor in front of their tv. Whitty was lying down on his stomach, arms folded under his head. Boyfriend was lying on Whitty's folded arms, the bomb-headed man was using him as a pillow, sleeping soundly.

It was around noon, and they were enjoying the calm day. Boyfriend could feel Whitty breathing; slow, relaxed inhales and exhales that made Whitty's chest rise and fall. Boyfriend rested one of his hands on his own chest, the other rubbing gentle circles on the back of Whitty's head. The tv was still on, but the volume was turned down to the point he could barely hear it, so as to not disturb his sleeping partner. It was so rare, but also nice to see Whitty so content. He had been slowly getting more comfortable as of late, but he still had an anxious edge. He constantly seemed on alert. Boyfriend was willing to admit that he wasn't all that bright. Even so, he was able to see the changes in Whitty's behavior. 

The peace was interrupted when Boyfriend's phone suddenly started ringing. He leaned his head back to see Girlfriend was calling him. Now he was caught in a moral dilemma. The phone was just far enough where he couldn't grab it in his current position unless he lifted his body up and scooched towards it, which would disturb Whitty from his comfy position. On the other hand, if he just blew it off, the phone would continue to ring. Which could also wake up Whitty, and on top of that, he would be ignoring his best friend. Whitty began to stir, his orange eyes blinked, but barely opened past a squint. Boyfriend moved a bit, wriggling his body closer to the phone. Whitty let out a quiet but dissatisfied grunt, grumpy after being woken up. He buried his face into Bf's torso, making it harder for the blue-haired man to move. "Whitty, I gotta move," Whitty didn't let up, instead choosing to whine. "I'm sorry, but I gotta answer it!" Bf eventually wriggled his way out of Whitty's just enough to be able to grasp his phone. He then returned to his previous position, Whitty immediately buried his face into Bf again, quietly grumbling and whining in annoyance.

Bf finally answered the call "Hey G, what's up?" He asked in a cheerful tone. "Oh nothing much," Gf replied. "Carol and I are going to dinner tonight and we were wondering if you boys wanted to come too," Boyfriend started caressing Whitty's head again. "Like a double date?" Bf asked. "Yeah!" Gf said excitedly. "Nooo," Whitty whined, his voice muffled by Bf's body. "Whitty, don't be rude," Bf scolded quietly. "Was that Whitty?" Gf asked. "What did he say? He sounds upset," she continued, her tone sounding a bit concerned. Bf playfully rolled his eyes. "Yeah, don't mind him, he's just grumpy cuz he just woke up from his nap," Bf lightly teased, though it was the truth. Whitty was always a grump when he first woke up. "Oh, did I wake him up? I'm sorry," Gf said earnestly, though she giggled a bit. "Eh, don't worry," Bf said, shrugging. "He'll get over it," he assured her. "No I won't," Whitty lifted his head a bit so his voice wouldn't be muffled. Both Bf and Gf laughed a bit at that. "Hey B, put me on speaker for a sec," Bf did as he was asked. "Hey Whitty," Gf called sweetly, "Sorry for waking you up, if you two do end up going to dinner with us, I promise I'll get you extra milkshakes to make up for it." Bf smiled a bit, it was a good move on Gf's part, Whitty was very food-motivated. After a bit of silence, Whitty let out a half begrudging "Okay, fine," he clearly was trying to sound more bothered than he was, Bf could see through it. Despite what some might think, it was hard for Whitty to stay mad at his friends, especially when they gave him food. "Thanks guys! We'll see you at 6. Carol and I can come pick you up," Bf smiled, "Sounds great, see you then!" Both said their goodbyes, and hung up. 

Bf turned to Whitty. "Well, we still have a few hours before the date," Bf began, looking into Whitty's glowing eyes, "You can sleep some more, if you want." That was all Whitty needed to hear before promptly snuggling into Bf, the same way they had before. "I guess that's a yes," Bf chuckled. Whitty closed his eyes. Bf gave Whitty a kiss on the head, "Love ya, you grump," Whitty already started drifting off, but he managed to mumble "Mm...loveya too," before completely falling asleep. Bf gave another soft kiss on Whitty's head. 

"Sleep well, Whitty."

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Enemies - Zora Ideale

word count - 2.5k

request - Z3ll0us

warnings - uhh none really, language probably, just some fluff

a/n - ya'll, my bad, I'm not dead just not creative, I somehow came up with this in the matter of like 5 months, and it's still shit I'm sorry guys, but I hope you all enjoy! Btw I'm going to be trying my best to come back!💕

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It seemed no matter where he went, no matter what job it was if they were there, there was no chance for him. How many bounties had he lost? How many relics had they stolen right from under him for contracts? Zora was sick of it and made it a rule to himself that he would drop everything and turn the other way when he saw them, but what was even the point? Because no matter where he went, they were always there.

Even now, a member of the Black Bulls, he was having a hard time holding back from releasing magic spells. He wanted them gone, at least that is what he thought. Why else would he get this burning feeling looking at them to speak to Magna like they have been friends for years? But, of course, Zora could never tell them. However, he wanted them to talk to him like that, not like he was just some scum on the bottom of their shoes, but it is not like all he has done has exactly helped his relationship with them, which brought him to his current predicament.

"With who?" Zora could not believe his luck. Of course, he was going to be with them. What else would the fates do but trick and play with him? His suffering must be amusing. Yami puffed on his cigarette as he handed Zora a pack of mission information.

"You are with Y/n. Now go find them and get on; I forgot about that one under some stacks of papers, due dates in 3 days." Yami kicked Zora out of his office and left him there to stare at the door as he thought about how fucked the next four days would be for him.

~~~

It was a cave expedition. Some wild animals had been going in there and coming out with big mana. It was beginning to make it dangerous for the surrounding villages who hunted wild game to put dinner on the table. But, thank the gods, Yami had cleaned off his desk; if not, who knows what kind of trouble the guild would have been in the next few days.

Walking to their room, Zora had heavy feet, which seemed only to get more weighted and weighted as he got closer to their door. Then he heard their laugh vibrating through the walls and ringing out to the hall where he could listen, halting his step and his heartbeat. Zora swallowed a knot before bringing his hand up to the door and knocking heavily. He heard their steps before the door opened, and they stared at him, sitting into their hip and glaring.

"What?" They seethed, narrowing their eyes as if looking for a trick. He sighed and handed them the folder, not even bothering to mess with them right now; they will prove him wrong later anyways.

"Be ready in thirty minutes." And then he walked away.

Y/n P.O.V

I watched Zora skulk away, a different air around him, almost defeated. I frowned before closing the door and turning back to the guest.

"Who was that?" A friend of mine from hell, a tiny demoness who specialized in brews and potions. Aliza was her name, and she was a stout little thing with filled-out curves and gorgeous maroon skin that glowed. Her nails were sharp and black, seeming to glitter in the light as she lifted her cup, which was much more prominent in her little red hands. Red swirly horns curled around her ears before pointing up in effortless black points that seemed to drip back down her horns like minor oil spills. Most enticing were her pink eyes, slit-like a cat and equally as sharp.

"Zora, a team member." I settled back down in my seat in front of her and sipped my tea. Her tail swished around her curiously as she stared at me pointedly. Since she was so short, she had to stand on the table to see eye to eye; she looked adorable under the flowers in the vase sitting at the center of the table.

"Just a team member?" Her pink eyes seemed to glint in knowing, knowing what? I did not know. I eyed her suspiciously as I finished up my meal.

"Yeah. Just a team member who, by the way, gets on my nerves sometimes and is a huge asshole." I took the final sip from my tea and gathered the dishes before throwing them through a portal to hell. Aliza looked unimpressed as she watched me close the said portal. "What?"

"You cannot keep expecting Helltower to keep doing your dishes." I grinned, dusting off my hands and moving to change.

"Of course I can! He loves me! Plus, I always repay him with little trinkets from the middle world." I mused, throwing on my guild cape and walking out of the room, Aliza following me. Her heels clicked on the stone hall as she followed me, surprisingly keeping up for being so small.

"Where are you going?" She continued to drink her tea, which she had reheated with a small flame in her hand.

"Some mission, talk shit later, okay?" She laughed before slipping through a small red vortex in front of her effortlessly, and I continued to meet Zora.

It has been silent ever since we started walking, stale moods rising from both of us. Yami had mentioned that the mission would be within walking distance. What he had failed to mention was that he thought thirty-five miles was within walking distance, which brought us here, stumbling on the only trail that would lead us to the village in need. Wind around us blew softly, whistling through the trees and making the leaves above our heads shutter and shake. Orange and yellow leaves were falling overhead to frame our little journey. Now and then, deer or a rabbit would hop across a few feet ahead of us, some even stopping to stare at us with their beady eyes before walking off.

As silent as it was between us, the forest made up plenty of sounds, birds chirping tiny tunes to each other from the high treetops. We had even heard the roars of hogs fighting by a pond over a mate. We stopped to watch them for a second but continued a little after. Eventually, Zora let out an irritated sigh and walked over to a tall, thick tree, probably hundreds of old- and kicked it so hard, the roots ripped out from the ground, well, mostly. Before any dirt or rocks could hit us, Zora quickly set up a magic circle and reflected it all. I watched in astonishment and confusion. What the hell was he doing? Then, as dozens of birds flew away from the scene, scared of such commotion, he spoke.

"Cut this for me, dear?" I scoffed at the nickname, trying to ignore the sweet pound of my heart that followed after his raspy voice wrapped around that word in an unreasonable amount of attractiveness. Then I thought of a particular pair of pink cat eyes glinting at me. So I shuffled forward, opting instead of asking questions to pull an ax out of a small portal. "I always forget your weapons are double the size of Cap'n Yami." He muttered off to the side, watching as I walked up to the top of the tree and measured up the ax to swing. As I swung down on the trunk, cutting it just as it began to branch out, I heard a low whistle, and secondly, his footsteps walking along the tree trunk back to me.

"Clean shot, doll." He grinned down at me, then looked back at the severed trunks. "We'll take the long one for the rest of the ride, whaddya say?" He asked, reaching down to pull me up. What the hell is going on? As I gripped his hand, I was almost in a trance, confused and running through millions of thoughts. Setting my body on auto-pilot as I tried to figure out why the hell he was so lovely. Which, in the end, was a bad idea, or maybe a good one.

My foot slipped, and just when I thought I was going to eat shit, a specific pair of hands gripped me, pulling me up fast. We fell back, landing against the wood hard; well, Zora did at least.

"Fuck." He groaned, rubbing his head before looking up at me, his mischievous eyes and smile gone, there laid concern. "Are you okay?" He moved me off of him gently, surprisingly not making any inappropriate comments on our position.

"You saved me," I spoke, still flabbergasted with what happened and the events leading up to it.

"Yeah, it didn't look like it was gonna be a soft fall, sweetheart." He stood up, convinced that I was all right, and gave me a hand again, this time watching me intensely as if I would misstep again. After I was up, he walked away, going to the head of the tree to fill it with mana. Slowly, the trunk began to rise, higher and higher, until we were above the surrounding trees. Green leaves blocking the view of the forest floor we once stood on, and a soft sunset began in front of us. The trunk began to move forward, slowly speeding up before staying steady. The wind whipped my hair around, along with a few of my things, making me hold on to them tightly after tying up what I could of my hair. I walked up to Zora again, coming to sit beside him. The trunk was thick enough for us to sit side by side, but it was a tight fit nonetheless. So as I settled beside him, he moved slightly for me, but our legs stayed glued to each other.

"If you could just do this the entire time, why didn't you just leave me back there?" I laughed it off, so used to him being a pain in the ass, and it is not like it would not be the first time he screwed me over in some way. Our relationship was not one of the niceties or cordial words. So often, you would find us fighting or screaming to see the other because of something they did, which eventually leads to a fight. Zora did not look at me for a bit, but when he did, I wished he had never turned his head. His eyes were sullen, sad, and overthinking, foggy with millions of thoughts that looked to be running through his head. The evident frown that towed down his face bothered me, so used to the shit-eating grin he pranked me or others, or when after putting someone in their place.

"I guess I can be really mean sometimes, huh?" I did not know his voice could be so soft. Honestly, I was surprised I heard him at all, but I did and could not stop thinking about it. I did not feel it necessary to talk after that, instead finally shutting my trap and moving on to watch the sunset. Colors blurred and blended across the sky, framing the mountains and trees rising to kiss the sky. It was quite the sight with bright pinks, oranges, and even some purple painted across the blue sky. When we reached the village, the sun was long gone, replaced by the moon, just as bright and beautiful with specks of stars across the sky. At some point, I remember getting bored and searching for the different zodiacs and patterns defined by the stars. As soon as I had found my sign, the tree trunk began to descend.

The trees we once flew over surrounded us and shut us off from the sky once again as we settled on the forest floor. The tiny little path we had been following earlier continued beside us, looking as it had when we left it hours ago. Up ahead, I could see the village glowing lively. Its name is written proudly on a wooden sign almost overcome at the bottom in ivy. However, before we got there, I opened my big mouth again.

"I don't blame you for being so mean; I mean, I would be mean too if my guild partner beat me at everything." That is not how it was supposed to come out, I mean, I was genuinely trying to be nice, but I did not filter the words that left my mouth before. Zora's head turned to me, eyes gaunt and eerie, his brilliant smile no longer on display.

"You wanna run that by me again, Doll?" The venom that surrounded the once cheery nickname made my stomach drop. I felt backed against a corner with miles surrounding me to run off. Quickly I tried to explain what I meant.

"Wait, Zora, that's not what I meant- not how I-"

"No, I think I got it doll, you just think you're that much better than me, huh? So what, you got to some quests before me, stolen relics under my nose, and joined my guild, passing me up in less than four months. I don't care, Honey, 'cause ain't nobody better than me- 'cause ain't no one like me! I don't care how much mana you have, how many spells you cast, how skilled you are, or how fucking perfect you are! None of that is gonna change no matter how gorgeous you are!" Zora's eyes widen, and he clenched his mouth shut, turning away with a growl and turning to walk off toward the village ahead of us.

"You think I'm perfect?" I called out, watching him stop and turn back to look at me. Zora's face was blank as he spoke.

"Are you telling me that out of ALL that, that is the only thing that stuck?" He scoffed, and his eyes narrowed slightly, sharp jaws sent in a deep frown. I walked up to him and stopped a step ahead of him. I held out my hand slowly, making sure I held eye contact with him.

"Truce?" Zora looked at my hand, astonished, which slowly melted away and revealed mixed relief and annoyance. Then, finally, he moved to grip my hand and shake it firmly.

"Truce. Whoa-" I yanked Zora forward, pulling him close, catching his surprised blue eyes before closing my own and going in for a kiss. Fortunately, Zora fell into it almost too easily, slipping his arms around me tight and returning the kiss with a bottled fever. However, after a few seconds, he pushed back, letting me go.

"W-What was that for?" I stared at him, lips still buzzing slightly from the contact.

"I don't know; it felt like the right thing to do. I think you're perfect, handsome too."

[viridwns]

Can't help but fall in love with you.

Time: present

Paring: Chuuya x f!reader

Characters: Chuuya nakahara, Dazai osamu, Mori ōgai, Fukuzawa yukichi from BSD

Warnings: none ig.

Request from: @trixiegalaxy . I hope you are happy with this!

You were just looking for a job. A simple job.

You really went from being a secretary with mountains of paperwork your boss left you to being in the middle of a truce meeting.

"No illusions this time fukuzawa?"

"It's a truce meeting right? I don't see the use of using my members ability."

You really didn't want to be here. What were you even thinking! The job that you were offered after just moving into this city was to perfect to be true. You knew something was up, but you still accepted it anyway.

When you were asked to come to an important meeting by Dazai, you didn't think any of it. I mean maybe you had to take notes or something. So ofcourse being the good subordinate you were, you said yes.

Curse this handsome looking man. If only you had listened to your guts when he asked you to join him for a double suicide.

You tugged at Dazai's arm wanting to know why in the hell he brought you here. "What the actual fuck Dazai" you whispered at him a frown setteling upon your face. He looked at you with a grin and winked. Wanting nothing more to bash his head in a voice interrupted your thoughts.

"I can see you brought someone new. I've never seen her face here before."

You looked at the mafia boss. He was smiling at you.

Gulping down the lump in your throat you tried to look as brave as possible. Standing up straight with your chin up.

"She's our new secretary. Thought i'd bring her with us for some experience." You heard Dazai say.

Only Dazai, fukuzawa and you were here. On the other side you could see the mafia boss, a man with no eyebrows? And a short, but intimidating man with a fedora.

Yeah you didn't want to get caught up into this.

"I'm gonna quit the next opportunity i get" you muttered. Regretting not listening to your mother to stay in the little village and not moving to the city.

"Knowing you Dazai, she isn't just a secretary. Just tell us what her ability is."

Wait what?

"Hah?" You said without realizing.

First of all how did Dazai know about your ability. Second of all how could it be of any use here?

"Ah you caught me. She indeed has an ability. Up to you to figure it out."

Dazai said, his famous grin plastered on his face.

"Cut the crap mackerel. This is a truce meeting. Stop this shitty act and just tell us why she's here." The man with the fedora stept forward. His gloved hand pointing at you.

Honestly you don't even know anymore why you were here.

"Can we just set our agreement. My schedule is busy and the only way we can stop (bad guy name) is if we work together."

Your boss spoke up. Looking tired as usual.

"Sorry, but it seems like your hiding something from us. Are you going to attack us when we turn around hm?"

The mafia boss looked at him with an amusing smile.

"Stop this nonsense Mori. Just agree to the plan. You know it's the best thing to do."

"Fine. Tomorrow at midnight i'll send Chuuya and you'll send Dazai. Deal?"

"Deal."

----

Why the fuck.

wHY THE FUCKING FUCK WERE YOU HERE.

That chuuya guy and Dazai were supposed to be going on a mission together.

so why in the hell were you here waiting infront of a shed at 12 AM with Dazai at your side.

Simple answer: you fell for his tricks again.

"Isn't the sky pretty y/n."

"Say one more word and i'll make you regret using me for my ability."

An angry scowl was placed on your features as Dazai pouted.

"Ah come one y/n-kun don't be so mean."

You snapped your head to the right to face him.

"Oh i'm mean? You literally send me here to join you for a suicide mission. I'm only going to be dead weight anyway!"

He chuckled

"Oh don't worry, you're going to be a great help for this mission."

Giving him a confused look, you were about to say something when a voice interrupted you.

"And can i ask why she is here?"

You looked to the left to see Chuuya standing there with a hand on his hip.

"Why is everyone so irritated this night. Well i wouldn't expect less from Chuuya, but you are never irritated y/n."

"For everything there's a first time." You said with a sigh.

This was going to be a long night.

"Just shut up you mackerel. I'm not in the mood for your shit."

Chuuya walked closer to the two of you. He was intimidating as ever, but gosh did he have anger issues.

Dazai tried to open his mouth, but knowing him and his passion for annoying people you interrupted him.

"If we go left from here, we'll eventually see the base of the enemy. There's a way in from the left side of the building without being seen. It's our best shot to sneak in."

You finished looking at the two men.

You could see Chuuya staring at you with a certain look in his eyes.

"Is there something on my face?" You asked, your hands wiping your face.

It looked like you suprised him by the sudden startled look on his face.

"N-no Let's just go. The sooner we start, the faster we finish."

Chuuya walked past the two of you. Cursing something under his breath. You could swear you saw a light pink covering his cheeks.

----

"Where the fuck did that maniac go?!"

You sat on the ground covering your ears with your hands. Not wanting to listen to Chuuya's whines anymore.

It all happenend so fast. The three of you broke into the enemy's base and found a good hiding spot, but somehow the three of you got caught. Chuuya and you ran, thinking Dazai was right behind you two, but when you locked yourselves into a lab, he was gone.

Looking at the furious ginger you tried to calm him down.

"It's Dazai we're talking about. C'mon have some faith in your partner."

You smiled lightly, but it soon faded as you were met with an angry scowl.

"He was my partner. I can't even believe he brought you."

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

You didn't know either why he brought you, but he could be atleast a bit nicer about it.

"Well i'm sorry for being here, but thanks to me we could break into this place. Also can you just calm your tits. Your behavior isn't helping the situation."

You stood up to look him in his eyes. Your smile being replaced with a more serious look.

"I-." He tried to say something, but instead moved to the other side of the room.

"You're such a nausionce."

Knowing if you would pick a fight with him now nothing good would come out of it.

"I know, now let's find a way out."

Looking around the room, you could only find some medical suplies and some samples of God knows what.

Chuuya began helping you after sulking for a bit in the corner. He checked all the cabinets and only found food and more medical supplies.

"I found nothing, you?"

You asked the man while sitting down on the large dental like chair in the middle of the room.

"Nothing useful no."

Chuuya leaned at the wall infront of you.

"Going outside is also not an option. There are cameras outside the door. So they'll know our location immediately."

You let out a frustrated sigh. Massaging your temples.

"God i'm so stupid. I should've paid more attention to our location."

The man infront of you scoffed.

"Not going to disagree with you on the first thing, but you couldn't have known where we were and we were all in a state of panic. It makes you forget things."

Being a little shocked that he also could be nice, i mean he did call you stupid indirectly, but the words he said did make you feel better.

"Thanks Chuuya. That means allot to me." You said to him smiling.

"Yeah yeah whatever." The pink hue could be seen again on his cheeks as he looked away.

Giggling softly at his flustered state.

"What are you laughing at brat?!"

Ah there was the angry chihuahua again.

"Nothing, just you."

"You bi-."

Chuuya was cut off by voices on the other side of the door. You jumped of your chair looking at Chuuya with a panicked expression.

He motioned to the closet and you nodded your head. Quickly moving over to the closet, you and Chuuya squeezed yourselves in.

The space was cramped, but it was the only solution for now. Knowing that Chuuya's ability would make to much of a commotion.

Feeling Chuuya's warm breath on your lips, you now noticed how short he actually was. His head not coming above your nose. It was adorable really.

He also smelled like wine, but it wasn't smelly or something. It was quite a pleasant smell and not to mention very attractive.

Blushing at your thoughts you looked up.

'Omg why am i thinking this now. He's so attractive- NO Y/N FOCUSE.' you internally screamed.

"This door is locked kiri, maybe the intruders are in here."

A soft rattling noise was heard and the door knob moved a little.

"Damn i don't got the keys. Let me go get them."

You heart footsteps leave the door, but you knew someone else was waiting infront of it.

Suddenly you could feel a light bulb just pop above your head. You had a plan, but you didn't know if it would work.

"Shit what do we do." You could hear Chuuya mutter.

"I might have an idea." You whispered.

----

"Are you crazy?! You can't just do that y/n!" Chuuya whisper yelled.

You were putting on one of the labcoats hanging in the closet. Your other clothes were in Chuuya's hands.

You were wearing your hair loose with a skintight labcoat flaunting every curve of your body.

"It's the only plan right now. And with my ability it is almost guaranteed it will work." You whispered back. You hated this plan as much as he did, but it was your only chance. And you felt sexy as fuck right now.

"I got them!." You heard a man's voice say. Footsteps getting closer. "Took you long enough, now open the door."

"Jeez okay fine."

"There is no time Chuuya." You said closing the closet doors. You could see Chuuya trying to protest, but he gave up.

Scurrying over to one of the counters pretending you were organizing something the door opened.

You heart starting to beat faster and your hands shaking. 'Calm down y/n. You got this you sexy motherfucker'. Your breathing slowed a little and a voice was heard from the doorway.

"Hey you! Put your hands up!"

You looked up to see two men in trenchcoats with guns pointing at you.

"What's this commotion all about gentleman? I'm just trying to do my job here."

You raised your hands and slowly walked over to the men.

"Stay still! Tell me your name."

Stopping your movements you bit your lip.

"My name is..." should you tell them you're real name? Or just make one up.

"Go on woman, we don't have all night."

Slightly annoyed by his tone, you decided to use your own name.

"L/n, y/n l/n." You said

"Never heard of you. Have you?" The man turned to his colleague.

"No, take her in custody."

Panicking internally, you needed to come up with a lie right now! Your ability won't work unless the men touch you.

"I uhmm. I was waiting for one of the men. He hired me for some private time. If you know what i mean." You winked at the two men. Hoping they would buy your lie.

You could see them blushing slightly.

"Who hired you?"

"Dunno. We do these things anonymous."

You walked over to the chair and slowly crawled on it. Trying to nonegelantly show your ass.

"Hey i said don't move!"

The second man said. Coming closer to you.

"Okay, okay calm down." You sat down and put your hands infront of you.

"I'm just here, because he still got 30 minutes left. Rules from my boss. Can't go away till the time is up." You shrugged and flipped your hair. Leaning on your knee with the other hand.

You really had to stop yourself from cringing.

"Well i got to ask you to leave ma'am." The first guys said, putting his gun down and walking over to you.

"Fine, but if you get a call from my boss, don't blame me."

"Ofcourse. You are just doing you're job." The second guy said with a blush on his face.

'Ugh men.'

"You have to lead me the way tho. The other guy insisted on blind folding me." You seductively bite your lip and winked again.

"Of- ofcourse come with us please."

The second guy cleared his throat and offered his hand. Smiling you took his hand and hopped of the chair.

'Now the other guy.'

'Accidentally' stumbling you fell into the first dudes arms, causing him to catch you.

"Oh shit. Clumsy me. Can't even walk properly."

You gave out a short laugh and the guy brushed his jacket.

"It's okay. Now come o-."

Not being able to finish his sentence, he fell to the ground. His partner following him.

"Yeah that's right you two go to sleep. I'll find my way out from here."

Chuckling at your own humor you snatched their guns.

"Wait how-."

Chuuya stepped out of the closet a blush on his cheeks and a confused expression.

Standing up straight you walked over to him and picked up your clothes from his hands.

"It's my ability  'sweet dreams'. If i touch the person and whisper 'sweet dreams' in the next 5 minutes. The person or persons will fall into a coma. They'll wake up when i fall asleep or when i forget i put them to sleep. So i have to keep thinking about them."

You finished off with a smile. Putting your own shirt on again.

"I can see now why Dazai brought you." He said with a slight smirk on his face.

"It isn't all that fancy and i never really used it before."

"Why come you never joined the port mafia or hell even the ADA."

You sighed a little.

"Well it could be a useful ability, but i don't want to be a hero or villian or other shit. I'm happy as i am now."

Chuuya looks at you with a soft expression.

"That's a shame. Would've loved to see you in action more. Or hell even fight against you."

He looked away from you. His hand behind his head. You laughed a little.

"I would absolutely demolish your ass." You said, crossing your arms with a triumph look on your face.

"Hah you wish princess. You won't be able to even come near me!"

You blushed at the sudden nickname. Your hands falling to your side.

"W-we'll see." You cursed yourself for stuttering.

He walked passed you to the door. Whispering something in you ear.

"I wouldn't mind seeing you try to seduce me like the two men you seduced just now."

Your ears felt hot and you were sure you looked like a tomato right now. Chuuya walked out the door and you just stood there. Coming out of your shocked state you ran out the door to slap him. "Come here you asshole." You whisper yelled. Chuuya almost dying from laughter shushed you. "We don't want the enemy to find us now. Do we. Otherwise you have to put on that outfit again."

Smacking him on the back of his head. You couldn't wait to get this mission done.

----

"Ah what a night. Good thing you guys saved me back there. They were cruel!"

The brunette man was stretching his limbs.

It was 5 in the morning and Chuuya and you were finally able to take the boss out (well Chuuya did that part while you freed Dazai.)

"Oh shut up you damn piece of shit. Thanks to you it took us the whole night to finish this job and most of all you brought y/n in unnecessary danger."

"Hey it's okay. I'm fine. Luckily we all are. Let's just head home go to sleep and go back to enemies in the morning." You quickly said walking inbetween the two men.

Dazai yawned.

"Sounds like a great plan y/n! Altough i thought you were gonna quit the job."

You put your hands around Dazais arm.

"Nah can't do that after such an adventure now can i?"

You and Dazai chuckled while Chuuya just sighed.

"Get a room jeez." He said annoyed.

"Ah c'mon Chuuya. We make a great team! I can't wait for the next truce." You said rather excited for this hour.

Coming at the end of the forest you knew you had to say your goodbye's to the men.

"Well y/n i wish you a pleasant night and i'll see you at work again. Chuuya i hope you get hit by a car."

Dazai smiled and turned around to walk away.

You laughed and waved him goodbye.

"That fucker." Chuuya muttered holding up his middle finger.

"Ah come on Chuuya. He may not show it, but i know he sees you as a friend."

"Pff sure in your dreams."

Sighing you face palmed yourself.

"Well i guess this is it then. Goodnight Chuuya."

You knew it was wrong. He was your enemy and you had to put your feelings aside, but you couldn't stop yourself. You never had so much fun in your whole life and to be frank, you didn't want the night to end here yet.

You kissed him on the cheek and turned around.

"Thank you for this wonderful, but crazy ass night." You gave a sad smile. Although he couldn't see it.

Suddenly you felt someone grab you wrist. Spinning you around. You were met with a flustered Chuuya his eyes fixated on the ground.

Standing there in an awkward silence for a few seconds, he finally spoke up.

"Look. I worked with many people before, but i never had so much fun with someone. And-" he became quiet for a bit. Taking a deep breath he continued: " and i never felt like this before. You give me this warm feeling and i hate it, but i can't get enought of it. When i first saw you at the meeting i just knew you were different. So please let's not end this night just yet."

He tilted his head to look at you a serious expression on his face.

"Chuuya-."

Your voice was cut of when a pair of warm lips crashed your own. They were rough, but soft at the same time. Being a little stunned you forgot to kiss back. Chuuya pulled away again taking a step back.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what came over me."

This time you shushed him and kissed him back. His arms finding a way on your hips and your arms grabbing his hair to deepen the kiss.

After a few seconds you both pulled away, out of breath. Your fourheads touching eachother and your noses brushing eachother.

"That was- wow."

You said with a small smile.

Chuuya chuckled lightly.

"I won't go easy on you now if we meet again y/n."

"Oh i'm counting on it."

You grinned. Wanting to make this night last longer. He pulled you in for a kiss again and you let him. Nothing making you happier as you are right now.

Little did you two forbidden lovers know that a brunette man was staring contently as his assumptions were right.

----

Sorry it took so long :,)

[gritsandbrits]

@lazysatyr you'll be the first to know what i have in store :)

First we introduce the Tics themselves. Instead of being futuristic descendants they are modern day cousins. While the original show had them in the year 2772 it didn't really feel futuristic to me. So everything is set in modern day. The point is for the Tics to discover their own identity outside the Looney Tunes. Because my AU is long I'll split into several parts. First will go into the Loonatics Backstory. Next we'll get into the Frelengese Royal Family.

Ace Bunny wasn't born with Toon Force™ like his cousin Bugs. When Bugs became famous, Ace wanted to capture that same fame but didn't want to come off as being a leech. Besides he spent most of his life being under Bugs' shadow. He wanted to rely on his own talent - in this case martial arts - to succeed. However he could only find work as a stunt double and background extra. One day there was an accident on set that Ace witnessed involving the female star. He rescued her before she could get hurt. But this angered her costar. So he arranged for Ace to be let go planting evidence to make like Ace was the one who started the accident. Because of this one act of jealous Ace got fired. The actor even went fsr as to have Ace blacklisted. Without any work, Ace was at a loss of what to do. He didn't want to bother Bugs. What could he do next?

Daffy had a sister who laid an egg but due to circumstances she couldn't raise it and left it at an orphanage. So Danger Duck wasn't aware of his kinship with Daffy until his late teens. Growing up Danger became friends with a pig name Pinky. But on the day of the adoption Pinky was chosen by a rich family who wanted Pinky but not Danger. This led to Danger believing that there wasn't anyone out there who cared abou him. So he left the orphanage to strike out on his own, eventually getting a job as a pool boy. One day the lifeguard was too busy flirting with a child to notice a child was drowning. Danger noticed the situation and rescued the child. This embarrassed the lifeguard who already didn't like Danger and hatched a scheme to get him fired. While it didn't nearly succeed Danger was fed up working at a place where the same guy made his life hell. So he quit.

A similar thing happened to Prof. Tex A. Coyote, or Tech as he is affectionately called by students. Growing up Tech was never interested in the rivalry between roadrunners and coyotes. He simply wanted to jumpstart his career as an inventor. He applied to the prestigious academy in Acmetropolis. During a demonstration Tech had one of hia powerful creations kept under lock and key but a nosy scientist messed with it resulting in malfunction that damaged their side of the campus. Tech scrambled to shut the machine down. He did, but he and fellow partner Mallory Lind was heavily injured in the process. Luckily no one died, however in the aftermath Tech was fired. Mallory did not stand up for him partly due to fear of losing her job and mostly her underlying jealously of Tech.

Having lived her whole life in an active family it was only a matter of time before Alejandra "Lexi" Canejo started her journey into the world of competitive gymnastics. During her audition she impressed the team and the audience. However the squad leader was jealous and to no one's surprise denied Lexi a spot on the team. The poor rabbit was dejected. Weeks later there were reports of a serial stalker//attacker plaguing the school grounds. Unwilling to let innocent get hurt Lexi decided to use her skills to sneak around campus searching for the attacker. While she came up empty she did manged to take down small crimes like car break ins and robbery. Eventually she did catch up with the attacker - saving the very squad leader who denied her the spot in the process. Lexi felt about revealing her identity but ultimately decided not to. She liked helping others, it helped her self esteem.

Rev Runner grew up in the high life. But he found fancy shindigs to be boring. He also disliked the way his peers looked down on the lesser masses. So he transferred out of his private school to attend a community college. He took work as a delivery man. While his boss was every bit if his name, Rev quickly became well liked for his kindness once you get past his talkative habit of course. Rev didn't have an easy relationship with his family. His younger brother always seemed so distant and their parents smothered them and controlled many facets of their lives. It was why Rev left school: he wanted a choice, not to be what his parents forced him to be.

Slam wasn't an ordinary Tasmanian Devil. He was well read an a lot intuitive than he looked. But a lot of people mistook his strength and speech impediment as stupidity. As an outlet Slam took to sports eventually working his way up to underground wrestling matches. He was getting endorsement deals left and right. Opponents feared him. Fans loved him. But a series of scandals left Slam disillusioned with the sport so he left. Left it all behind. He moved to Acmetroplis and became a wrestling coach for a high school. While nowhere near as highpaying Slam felt more comfortable teaching kids how to use their anger as a positive outlet. Helping them find purpose gave him purpose.

All of these people lived different lives. Yet experienced similar feelings of being outcasts. Overshadowed. Overwhelmed. Their lives would one day intersect with the arrival of a mysterious woman and even more mysterious gifts. I want to show that they were heroes even BEFORE they got their powers. Why they were chosen. And how the talents they had before take them on a greater journey than any of them could imagine.

[variousqueerthings]

there's something about Big Politics discussions that outs that we (and I include myself in that, I have also done this in the past and may do so again!) can get very exclusionary when we're trying to make big changes, for example when feminism was attempting to (and in places still does attempt to) exclude lesbians and black women and working class women and immigrants and trans people, etc. that's all very well documented, I don't think it's a hot take

or trans people being excluded from LGBT-acceptance laws both in the past and today (again, well documented), although I note that LGB people really stepped up in England and the UK to point out the double-standard of parliament and the prime minister trying to make conversion therapy illegal for everyone except trans people (and excepting religious conversion therapy, which, bleurgh, I see you government)

and the simplified argument for this is "well, now you're muddying the conversation, now you're making this Big Picture Thing too niche, too minority -- feminism isn't about issues that Black women face it's about issues that all women face," for example

if we acknowledge that there are minority groups within minority groups and marginalisation within marginalisation, then the risk is (one thinks) that nobody ends up getting anything, but we pinky promise that we'll get to you eventually, we've just got to get the Big Picture sorted first

and of course that never happens. marginalised people stay marginalised. the Big Picture doesn't include them

and so I think we have to be very careful when we talk about reproductive healthcare rights to include trans people and intersex people, because I'm seeing the same arguments again -- those groups are too niche, they're too minority, they're muddying the conversation, and I know exactly where it's coming from because it's happened before many times and it was never a thing then either

trans people and intersex people need just as much access to reproductive health and have far, far less, everywhere in the world

now that a Big Picture horrifying event has just gone down in America, it's important to not be so afraid for ones own and other cis perisex women's futures so as to not extend grace to others who are also heavily affected and often not allowed to talk about it at all, including in feminist spaces and other reproductive health political spaces

extending that grace does not take away your ability to fight for your rights. it gives you another set of allies, and a broader/more inclusive set of goals for the future

some sources: eat fire: my life as a lesbian avenger (kelly cogswell), trans history (susan stryker), rebel dykes (documentary, harri shanahan and sian williams), also google lavender menace lesbian group + the east london suffragettes (which there is also a book about that I haven't read yet), and this leslie feinberg speech and this angela davies speech

[valewright67]

Hey hey I had a Mama Mel thought. Do you think he’ll take the boys he adopted dragon hunting?

Y E S I ABSOLUTELY DO.

Kavan is 14 and Soren is 16 when he finally agrees to take the two of them. Zeldris, who had been very irritated upon finding he knew next to none of the royal spells, diligently drilled each one into his mind. So now it was no problem for him to give them a simple blessing, so that they'd be able to withstand the miasma of the Demon Realm. That's where the best hunting grounds were at, after all. They were VERY rare in Brittania, but abundant in the underworld.

Kavan had turned into... well, a bit of a gremlin, really. Mischief radiated from him and there was a spark in his eyes, a twist to his grin. He'd gotten very good at using his shadow magic to pull pranks.

That wasn't to say Soren didn't have his share of the fun, they were brothers after all. But he tended be a bit more responsible. Supposedly. In reality, he was just as much of a little shit as Kavan, but he hid it better.

It took about an hour, but eventually they decided on a dragon to hunt. Meliodas pointed it out. "See its wings? They've been scared heavily, so the poor thing is lame now and can't keep up with the rest of its Thunder, that's what a group of dragons is called, remember? Also, it's older, and has started slowing down. The other members will sometimes try and care for it, which puts them in danger of being attacked by Indura, or being underfed. And besides that, look at the way it moves. It's not healthy, and it's in pain. So we'll trim this one off the population to keep the rest of them healthy."

They stalked it for hours, until the rest of the Thunder was gone, and it rested on the ground before beginning the actual hunt. Meliodas made sure the boys were safe and showed them where to strike it with their weapons to shut off its nerve responses, so it wouldn't feel pain. "Do you want me to do the final blow, or would you rather do it?"

They exchanged glances, and Soren went to stand in front of the Dragon who had very quickly ceased its suffering. Meliodas’s eyes widened, worried he'd get snapped at, or scorched, but he put his hand on its nose and rubbed gently. "I'm sorry for taking your life, but you won't hurt anymore, at least. I'll make sure of that." It puffed a little breath of smoke at him and it ruffled his clothes as he smiled. He pulled its soul from its body as its eyes dulled, and Kavan used his shadows to crack its MASSIVE neck, cutting off its life force instantly.

Soren stood there for a moment, holding the blue orb with its little flame like tail in his palms. It was bigger than an average humans, by about double. Meliodas walked over and put his hand on his shoulder. (He was TALLER than him now, the AUDACITY.) "Id like to show you something that we do down here. May I?" He nodded and Meliodas took the soul from him gently. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, then exhaled as he released it, nudging it gently towards the Dragon nesting grounds. It started to fade about 10 feet away from them until it was no longer visible. "It'll go on in that direction, and find a hatchling to be reborn as."

He patted them both. "Good job. Come on, let's get this back to the palace kitchens." He lifts it up and they start their trip back.

They're not exactly subtle. They don't purposefully put on a show, but they don't go out of their way to remain subtle either. Which means, especially as they get closer to the palace, where the population is denser, a lot of people see them. Meliodas has been seen around the underworld, and there's rumors he has children through overheard conversations with him and his brother. ("How are the boys?" "Oh, you know them. Getting into all sorts of trouble.) But they've never actually been SEEN, this is their first time in the underworld.

Meliodas dips his head to demons who stop to stare at their former heir and a couple of TEENAGERS, apparently. Kavan and Soren are laughing, chasing each other and wrestling, and Meliodas watches them with a fond look. When they do make it the palace, he knocks on the outside entry door to the kitchen. The door are opened by a servant and he smiles as he holds up the dragon. "The boys and I hunted a dragon, and we can't exactly eat the entire things ourselves. I'd offer to help cook, but-"

The boys immediately broke out in protests, yelling about how they did NOT feel like being poisoned by his atrocious dishes tonight, and he smirked. "That."

The dragon was placed on a large tarp like fabric, and the three of them got to work on skinning it. Kavan and Soren made some faces, but Meliodas had worked on building up their tolerance to this by teaching them how to skin deer, and other Brittanian creatures. A dragon was just... bigger. Once the scales were removed, he strung it onto a large frame and began to strip it. The kitchen workers began to prep the meat. "You can use the scales to make anything from armor and weapons to jewelry and dress garments." They were a lovely color, onyx black with silvery patterns and swirls scattered throughout it.

Eventually, they were finished, and he took them inside to bathe. They did make a stop in the throne room first, to say hi. Well, Meliodas was going to have them wait, but they ran off before he could say anything.

"Uncle Zel, guess what we just did??" Kavan said barging in with little wisps of shadows drifting off of him in his excitement. He was covered In dirt, ash, and some blood from the butchering. Soren came up behind him and threw his weight on top of his younger brother, eyes literally glowing as he shoved him down while he protested. "We just hunted a DRAGON!"

Zeldris blinked at them. "...That's nice. Where is your father?"

"Here!" Meliodas called, jogging up behind them and pulling them back as they yelped. "Boys, we're filthy, we need to go clean up. Besides your uncle has an audience right now, come on, be more observant." They blinked and turned back towards the room where, indeed, there was a small gathering of Demons. They both flushed bright red and started stuttering out Apologies while their father smirked. Zeldris chuckled and waved them off. "It's fine, I'll see you at dinner and we can talk then. Go clean up, you all really are filthy."

They took off immediately, and Meliodas snorted as they watched them retreat. "Sorry about that, Zel. They were excited to talk to you, and ran off before I could stop them. You know how they are."

He smirked. "I know, Mel. You're filthy too, get out of here, before you stick up my throne room."

"Yeah yeah, I'm going. See you in a few hours."

[seeds-and-sins]

On the Fly

Pairing: Homelander / Reader

Rating: T (Language, lots of bad language)

Description: You are a loud mouth New York cop that doesn't give two shits what anybody else thinks. Homelander is the hero of America, the stars and stripes of justice. The fans ship you two together so bad, and it was all your fault. If only you had kept your mouth shut.

It was such a cheesy, stupid idea that the Vought marketing team had developed. One single interaction between Homelander and some tiny, pathetic little officer goes viral, and all the fans want more of it, ALL of the fans. You were just doing your duty that day, Homelander and Queen Maeve intervened when your partner and you were about to lead a huge drug raid that had been planned for months. You, always having been the more forward one, approached Homelander, when she just so happened to be addressing the news about the incident.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" His eyebrows rose up at the sight of you, a fleshbag at most, badgering him. Your hair was loose, the NYPD vest fastened tightly on your torso, toned biceps flashing, gun at your side, he was absolutely confused at first. No officer just straight up approached him unless they wanted an autograph, or a handshake. You wanted neither. And you were so angry, your New Yorker accent was shooting out of from your lips without restraint.

"Excuse me?" He then snorted, reminding himself that you were both being watched.

"This was my raid, not yours, you don't just come fucking barging in without notice. We had planned this for months."

"And I understand that, um..." He forced a smile, although he really wanted to just break your neck. No one had ever had the gull to speak to him that way. "You are the real heroes."

"Oh, like that fucking shit is going to cut it, huh?" You pushed Homelander, although it was almost like pushing a wall, you did it anyways. Everyone around you both made a resounding gasp, even some of the emergency services crew members in the backdrop paused what they were doing. "Listen buster, I trained for this shit show, and what did you do? You were born with the power to fucking fly and shoot lasers from your eyes? Big fucking whoop!" Homelander's jaw went taut and he sighed agitation.

"And don't you know who you are talking to? I saved your lives and made your jobs easier." You crossed your arms, lip pouting out.

"I didn't become a cop so that you could make it easy for me. I knew what I signed up for. Next time, mind your own shit! I will keep you on stand by."

"Next time, I will still do what heroes always do." He stated firmly between clenched teeth, then bowed down closer to you, perhaps in an attempt to intimidate you, but to his surprise you didn't even flinch. You came straight forward, faces an inch from eachother as you kept a hard eye contact.

"You fucking come into my establishment again, I will have your ass." You growled, fists at her sides.

"And we'll see how well that goes for you, officer." He snarled right back, then you were storming off. Even though you truly wanted to be the last one standing, you had work to do.

The next day you did the usual routine. You went on your six miler, hit the weights at the gym, and then got ready for the day. You didn't think anything of it, got your coffee, grabbed a whole of the daily paper and walked to work in uniform. As soon as you showed up to the department, it was a shit storm. People were flying back and forth, colleagues of yours sent you stares without replying to your greetings, the whole place was in disarray. Then you saw him, and your blood only boiled more, he was standing with the commissioner and several unfamiliar faces. When the commissioner saw you, his entire expression lit up in that face you knew all too well, the 'I am trying to hide how pissed I am so I will smile' face.

"Officer (L/N)! Come over here!" He exclaimed with feigned excitement, he scurried the lit of you into his office, where you took your usual seat. You had been here before, you weren't usually very good at following the rules as it was. This blonde woman took the seat beside you, two others standing behind her with clipboards. She had this eerie grin on her face, not much different from Homelander's.

"Officer (L/N), its a pleasure to meet you." She held her hand out, you didn't accept it and tilted your head towards your boss.

"What the fuck is going on?" As the woman retrieved her hand, the red head behind her replied in an all too chirpy tone.

"The fans love you! They want you in a team up with Homelander." She explained, you rolled your eyes and then stood with a sigh.

"This is a joke. I am not doing it."

"You have no choice, (Y/N)." Your boss said and he said it all too sternly, surely he would have your badge if you disagreed.

"I don't believe this, why me? Huh? Because I said what everybody else was thinking?!"

"Here are some of what the fans have been saying." The other one handed her clipboard to you, the blonde still staring in silence with that polite and cringy smile. You squinted as you read over the list of comments, particular on the viral video between Homelander and you.

"Aww, they are like an old married couple?!" You read aloud, "What the fuck?!" Then down to the next one. "Why don't they just get a room?! Team up?! What the fuckety fuck?!"

"It appears the two of you have had some chemistry, I suppose." The blonde finally spoke coolly, you then raised your glare to Homelander.

"Do you think we have chemistry? Huh? 'Cause I think you are just a fucked up, flying monkey asshole."

"(Y/N)!" Your boss chastised, you crossed your arms with a sigh.

"Whatever, lets just get this over with. People will get sick of it eventually."

"Perfect, we will have the cameras on you, as soon as within the hour." Your jaw dropped, and you wanted to speak in protest, but the words wouldn't leave your lips. As everyone left the room, Homelander was the lsst one to tap your mouth shut, he grinned.

"You're a celebrity now, (Y/N). Get used to it." You thought you could, but it was so much work trying to ride this out. The cameras followed you for weeks, allowing Vought to post short videos of your encounters with Homelander. Homelander replaced your partner for that period of time, which only drifted your friend and you further apart. The short videos became so popular, soon the two of you had your own TV show every night at nine. It was originally called Justice.

"Do you think we could film your workout routine, (Y/N)?" Vought was insufferable in their addiction for the show, it had gotten a lot of publicity and was a number one hit for the industry. Homelander accompanied you on bank robberies, house calls, domestic disturbances, etc. Meanwhile, the both of you disagreed over everything and the banter only made the two of you more popular. Vought started making t-shirts and memorabilia that selled like crazy. The two of you posing, your playful remarks, and almost all of the words that left your mouth:

Flying Monkey Motherfucker!

It was like a fucking hillbilly porno!

Go fuck yourself with some bullets!

Listen, I have bigger balls than this two bit motherfucking laser machine!

That was when the true name of the show was born:

"Yeah, like you think I am going to be like you, fucking on the fly-"

"That's it!" One of the producers shouted from behind the cameras. Homelander and you glared at him, annoyed that anybody would interrupt the very imoortant argument you both were having. From that point on the show was named 'On the Fly', it ran like crazy, and despite its popularity, Homelander and you still hated each other's guts. The fans expected the picture portrait chemistry off screen, and neither of you really understood what they meant. Until Season 8, that is...

"There's about twenty of them." Homelander stated, as he eyed the side of the warehouse.

"Perfect! Half and half." You cocked your guns and the both of you started towards the double doors, leading in through the back. There was a body cam on you, one on Homelander, and a cameraman, one of several as some of them had been 'accidentally' into the mix of shoots and dangerous fights.

"Last time you said that, you killed one of my guys." Homelander stated, pointing a finger at you in warning not to make the same mistake again.

"We'll just separate everyone as we go, okay?" You stood back as Homelander kicked the chained doors open, the shots started firing almost instantly. One thing Homelander could respect you for was that you kept up very nicely, for a meatbag that was. You were fit and vigilant and would have made a fantastic hero, if you had powers.

Homelander grabbed you by the back collar of your vest, tossing you gently up to a catwalk that crossed the warehouse, where you easily shot at four of the criminals. Homelander skillfully did his work, lasers flying around, punching threw chest and throwing people out of the roof. You both finally came to the last guy, he was unarmed. You were out of ammo and mags. You holstered your gun and grinned at him.

"Is this one mine?"

"Sure is," Homelander cringed a bit, the guy was bit and hefty, twice your size. "Unless you want me to handle this one." The man's eyes widened and he shook his head, then raised his fists toward her.

"Nope, I got it." As always, you struggled fighting against the bigger ones, but you always caught up. Homelander stood off to the side, herring you on even as you got your face punched or as you were thrown against a storage container.

"Keep going, (Y/N)! Just shout if you need help." He would mock, arms crossed, that one camera man looking in in horror. Finally you grabbed the back of the guy's head and drilled your knee into his face, he dropped to the side unconscious. Breathing heavily, bloodied face, fists clenched and sweating pooling off your skin, you kicked him one last time. You nearly fell back if Homelander hadn't been there to prop a firm hand against the middle of your back. "I knew it." He grinned, wiping a hand across the bruise on your cheek. "I could have done better, but..."

"Oh, fuck you, you pile of heroic shit." The both of you started to walk side by side back out of the front, where several cameras waited and the camera crew stood to finish the episode. You both turned to eachother and stared, you placed your hands on your hips.

"Not too bad, supershitter." You said with a huff after finally catching your breath.

"You too, officer, you too." But it felt dull, something was off, the air was thick and the wind was a bit too breezy for your taste.

"Cut!" The director came forward from the crowd, smiling with that off smile, he could feel it too. "We are going to run this ending again. Why don't you guys kiss, or something?"

"What?!" You narrowed your eyes on the director, that was where you drew the line.

"No. Not happening." Homelander chuckled, like it was some joke. You didn't know why his denial offended you right then and there, but it did.

"What am I not pretty enough for you? Fucking jerk." The director slowly started to back peddle, gesturing to the cameras to start rolling again. Homelander held his palms up in surrender and shrugged.

"You have blood and shit all over your face, why would I want to kiss you?"

"Oh, so if I didn't have shit on my face, you would do it?" You saw Homelander hesitate for a moment before returning to that same confident swagger of his.

"No, I never said that."

"Well, then what the fuck is the problem?! Why wouldn't you kiss me? Hmm?"

"Why does it bother you so much?" He jested, hands now on his hips and he stepped closer. He had to tilt his gaze down to consider your tinier self.

"Why does it bother you that it bothers me?" His eyebrows furrowed to contest.

"It doesn't bother me." He spat, you crossed your arms and smirked evilly, only really wanting the last word. It didn't matter if he kissed you, or not, right?

"I think it does. I think you are lying." You teased.

"What makes you say that?"

"Because if it didn't bother you, you would just kiss me and get this shit over with."

"Fine." You didn't expect him to just go with it, your eyes widened as you stared up at him, hands dropping to your sides. Then you shook your head, pulling yourself back into thst glare.

"Fine, then." And you both leaned into each other, tight lips pressing together, and you hated yourself but you enjoyed the contact more than you'd like to admit. Everything was quiet, so quiet a pin could drop on the asphalt and everyone would be able to hear it. You gasped when Homelander's hands snaked around your waist, and your own hands found his biceps for support as you were slightly lifted off the ground. The gasp opened your lips and Homelander's tongue slid through and the kiss deepened as your mouths opened up and fought for dominance. Homelander held you tighter as he then ascended thousands of feet up into the sky. You gripped him harder and cried out, cheek pressing to his, now too high up for the cameras to find you.

"Hom-John, what the fuck, man?! Put us down!"

"Shut up." And he kissed you again, then soaring you both through the sky towards a destination unknown. You were so lost in the kiss at that point, that it didn't matter where you were going. This was the last thing you expected to happen, ever, in a million years. But you weren't going to complain...

Meanwhile, the camera crew and director stood down below in shocked silence. The silence was soon broken by the director's words:

"That was absolutely fucking perfect! Cut scene!"

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