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sukiipjs · 3 months

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✮ CARNIVAL

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↳ nick sturniolo x masc reader

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↳ summary - you and nick have a fun date at the carnival, enjoying all the food, all the rides, and each others company<3

↳ contains - swearing, use of y/n, pet names (babe), it’s just fluff

↳ song - can’t take my eyes off you by frankie valli

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nick 🙉

| i’m coming to pick you upppp, u ready?

| YESSS I CANT WAIT

me and nick are celebrating valentine’s day, he doesn’t know where we’re going yet buuuut im taking him to the carnival, where we had our first date, also one of his favorite places.

im all ready and i sit in my car, texting nick for a moment before turning the key and backing out of my driveway, driving to his. after a while i finally reach his house and i park, getting out of the car and stepping up to his door.

nick 🙉

| open up, i’m here 🫶

right after that sends i hear the door unlock as it flys open, nick standing right in front of me, a huge smile on his face before he pulls me in for a hug and a kiss, “happy valentine’s day babe” i smile after pulling away from the kiss, “happy valentines” he says back softly before taking my hand and leading me inside, closing the door behind us.

i lean on the wall by the fridge as nick gets us each a pepsi, i crack mine open and take some sips, “well…? where are we going?” the question makes me smile as i shake my head a little, “can’t tell you yet, you’ll see though, soon enough” he rolls his eyes, drinking his pepsi.

we sit and talk for a few minutes before getting up, nick grabbing his things and heading out the door. he walks up to the passenger seat about to open it but i run up and grab the handle, opening it for him, “after you” i bow a little as i joke, he laughs and rolls his eyes again, “whatever y/n” i run back around to my door and get in it, turning the key and pulling out of the driveway once again.

“sooooo? now will you tell me?” i turn my head to him for a quick moment giving him a look then turning back, “it’s a surprise, not yet.” he groans and laughs a little.

as i drive he pulls out his phone, looking at himself in his camera, taking a few pics and some of us. it’s about an hour drive to get there, not that bad though. nick leans against the window of the door, either scrolling on his phone or talking to me.

eventually we’re close, to the point where he would definitely know where we’re going, “can you tell where we’re at?” i smile looking over at him for a second, he sits up a little, moving his head off the window and looking out it, his face lights up as a big smile plants on his face. he quickly turns his head to me after seeing where we’re going, “no fucking way.” i laugh, “see? the surprise was worth it,”

we get to the parking lot as i park into a place and stop the car. “you like this?” i ask, turning to him as i put the keys in my pocket, “i love this.” he smiles, leans towards me, sealing our lips together before we pull away, smiling wide then stepping out of the car. he walks over to my side of the door and we start to walk to go inside the fair and get our tickets.

“so, what should we do first?” i smile as we sit on a bench, figuring out what to do. “well… what about a roller coaster?” my eyes widen a little as i shake my head, “uhhh no. definitely definitely not.” i’ve never been on a roller coaster and honestly i’m really scared too, nick loves them and our first time here i just watched him go on one. “cmooon. you could love them, you don’t know” he nudges me as i roll my eyes, “ehhhh… how about later!” he scoffs and laughs a little, “yeah sure. i’m gonna make it happen though.” he tilts his head toward me laughing.

“here let’s go get some funnel cakes or something,” i get up from the bench as i hold my hand out for him, he takes it and gets up too. we walk over to a stand, we get two funnel cakes and a lemonade and we sit back down at a table.

we talk and laugh as we eat, we finish up, throwing away the styrofoam plates and the cup of lemonade, “fine.” he looks over to me confused, “fine what?” i sigh a little as i smile at him, “i’ll go on a roller coaster,” his jaw drops then it turns into a smile, “OH MY GOD! FINALLY.” i scoff and put my hands over my face to hide for a moment, “whateverrrr, don’t be so excited. i’m fucked,” i laugh a little, trying to not be so nervous.

he takes my hand immediately and we run to his favorite roller coaster as the attendant puts us in seats, other people getting in too. i lean over to nick a little as i grip my hands onto the bar in front of us. “i’m scared..” he laughs a little and puts his hand out so i can hold it, i take one of my hands off the bar and squeeze onto his. “don’t be.” i sigh a little as i hear the ride about to start…

the roller coaster speeds up and it goes up high then drops fast, i grip onto the bar as i scream maybe as much as i ever had, “HOLY FUCKKKKKK,” i can barley hear nicks laughs as he screams too, not in a fearful way like me though, luckily for him! the wind blows in our hair as the ride twists and turns, the ups and downs getting to be more and more.

eventually it stops and me and nick get off, “we should not have eaten before that, oh my god.” i put my hand on my head for a moment, my dizziness fading. nick laughs a little as he fixes his hair up, “well? do you like love roller coasters now?” i laugh a little as we lean against the back of some stand, “yeah, no. i mean i don’t think i’m scared anymore but.. i definitely do not love them” he laughs more, “oookay, whatever.” he rolls his eyes a little.

“well i did your roller coaster, let’s do bumper carts,” i smile looking over at him and taking my hand off my head finally. “okay, fair” i love bumper carts, nick thinks they’re boring, whatever though!

we run off to the bumper carts, playing for a while, then to the house of mirrors, then to other rides and places. it’s been a good two hours and the suns already setting. we go over to get more food, two slushies, nick is cherry and mine blue raspberry.

“ferris wheel?” i swallow my sip of the slushy as i nod, “definitely.” our mutual favorite ride, especially at this fair, it’s slow and has a perfect view of the sunset, nice to just relax for a moment.

we get in the cart of the ferris wheel as it slowly moves around. the sun almost fully set as the fireworks they have at night are almost ready.

nick pulls out his phone and takes the perfect picture of our shoes on the ride and the sunset in a beautiful view, “that’s so cute,” he says as he shows me the picture, “you’re so cute,” i say giggling a little, looking up from his phone to see his eyes. he laughs and turns his head a little even though i see the slight blush on his face, “whatever,”

as we sit on the ferris wheel, watching the sun fully disappear as the fireworks start up, lighting the sky again, also in perfect view. nick leans his head on my shoulder as we sip our slushies, my arm moves around to his shoulder, leaning my head on top of his slightly.

he takes his head off my shoulder and turns toward me, we look at each others eyes before he puts his hand on my face, pulling me in and closing the gap between our lips, “this is so perfect, thank you so much y/n,” i smile as i pull him in for another kiss, “i just wanted to make this really special, i’m so glad you like it,”

he puts his head back on my shoulder as we rest. “i love you nick,” i smile so much even though he doesn’t see, i stare at the fireworks and thinking of how this moment could get any better, “i love you too.”

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kittykittyanon · 2 months

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🍓🥑🥤🧃❄️🦴🧩

HIII KITTY!!! I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT DAY OR NIGHT OR WHATEVER TIME IT IS FOR YOU!!! I THINK YOU ARE SUPER RAD 😎😎 AND I LOVE INTERACTING WITH YOU!! (I gotta come with up with a tag for you, i just realized 🤔🤔)

ANYWAY DON'T FORGET TO DRINK WATER AND EAT IF YOU'RE HUNGRY OR USE THE BATHROOM IF YOU NEED!! LOTS OF HUGS AND KISSES (you can ignore the personal lore one if it makes you uncomfy :D)

GAH!! HAIII!! I GOT THIS ASK WHILE I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF TYPING OUT MY COMMENT ON YOUR AO3 POST!!!! what great timing, amor!!

I LOVE INTERACTING WITH YOU TOO!!! gosh,, i was just about to add that into my ask to you!!!! i decided not to cause i already said it in a recent ask, but you're really very thumbs up!!! /pos!!!

and for the ask game;;

🍓 - "how did you get into writing fanfiction?"

ooohhh,,, what a story. i had my start on wattpad!! i first found out about it when i was 8 and on my school bus, i stood on my seat to peek over a highschool girl's chair to look at her phone 'cause i was curious and a bit of a dumdum. she had wattpad opened and was reading a story and i was instantly hooked and reading alongside her without her knowing ☆⌒(>。<) when she noticed me, she exited out of it and i saw the app name and got it as soon as i got home. ever since i read my first bnha fic, i've been writing. ((but if you mean writing stories in general? i remember writing one with a friend back in first grade, but other instances of me writing before 2018 were very rare!! i've always had that want to do something creative since i've been able to hold a pen, so i guess it makes sense lmao))

🥑 - "you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?"

cry, panic,, then run to @lykaiosthinks or @itsyagurlchip (*ﾉ∀`*)

🥤 - "recommend an author or fanfic you love"

OH ABSOLUTELY??? if i had to say my favorite writer here, it'd be @ziipzeepzop-eez,, and for my other recommended awesome writers whose works are DELICIOUS, they'd be @itsyagurlchip, @lykaios2, @sleepytime-fics, @tmnt-narratives, @oleander-nin, and @amorvincitomnia-14 ((YOU!!))

as for yummy yummy fics: whatever you do, don't get attached by @sleepytime-fics where reader gets yoinked into the rise universe after eating a very silly fruit, and every night the longest day by ashtreelane on ao3 where leo gets cursed by a mystic user during a fight that makes it so he cannot sleep. at all. ((VERY ANGSTY. HEED THE TAGS.))

🧃 - "share some personal lore you never posted about before"

my family's always been adoring of cats. my very first cat was a big fluffy grey cat, the only memory i have of said meow meow is when my dad had to give him away. i think my parents have a picture of me petting him? for the next couple years we'd always feed the cats outside, some of them even coming inside sometimes to chill with us, until my mom came home one day with a big tabby cat that followed her up the stairs and into our apartment where he is now part of our family, fondly named "chunky"!! then a year later, a pregnant cat we'd been feeding for a while gave birth to kittens, of which we took in as ours :3

❄️ - "what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?"

mweeehhh,, i don't necessarily have a dream plot for anything, but if i had to have one? i'd pick something to do with me and donnie because of course i would /lh (though i prefer platonic a TON more than romantic) and i'd want myself to write it 'cause i know myself best. (similar to your answer, amor!!)

🦴 - "is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?"

ehhhh, not really?? i guess sometimes i get inspired by other writers' works, but if i had to pick some sort of media it would be music or games!!

🧩 - "what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?"

no paragraph breaks, and constant author's notes in the middle of the fic itself!! i'm not reading a screen-full of text without spaces— and i wanna read the fic uninterrupted thankyouverymuch (つω`｡)

this post's a long'un (attempted british accent /lh)

#kittykitty asks #kittykitty interactions #the loveliest amor!!

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pyxy-styx · 4 months

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1-100 you did this to yourslef

You're right, I did to this to myslef.

1. What's your middle name? Gonna change it to Parker eventually. Right now, it's the maiden name of a dead grandparent I never met and have no attachment to.

2. How old are you? 59 (18)

3. What is your birthday? October

4. What is your zodiac sign? Libra

5. What's your favorite color? Purple

6. What's your lucky number? Don't have one, if had to pick, probably 10

7. Do you have any pets. Three cats, a dog, and a bearded dragon.

8. Where are you from? Jupiter, I came to earth to rob people and ended up stuck here

9. How tall are you? At least 5' 5"

10. What shoe size are you? Good question

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? Four I think?

12. What was your last dream about? Another good question. I have no idea, I only remember the really bizarre ones

13. What talents do you have? I'm fairly decent at piano when I'm actually able to play

14. Are you psychic in any way? We're gonna go with no

15. Favorite song? Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons

16. Favorite movie? Legally Blonde today

17. Who would be your ideal partner? Oh what a shame, someone played the Uno skip card and I can't answer this question

18. Do you want children? Yes and no

19. Do you want a church wedding? Only if I get to kiss a girl in front of my grandma and my dad officiates

20. Are you religious? Kind of??

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Unfortunately for my parents, yes. I am currently the not-so-proud owner of the Most Hospital Trips in Two Months award in my house

22. Have you ever gotten in trouble with the law? Got the cops called on us a few times because our downstairs neighbors, who knowingly moved into a place with kids btw, were pissed that we acted like kids and ran around a bunch

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? Loads, we used to go to conventions a lot. There's pictures and autographs somewhere

24. Baths or showers? Showers

25. What color socks are you wearing? None right now but usually black

26. Have you ever been famous? Nope

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? In theory yes, but unfortunately people suck, so no

28. What type of music do you like? We rotate between multiple genres, pop and goth are the top two

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? No

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? I'm not gonna go count

31. What position do you usually sleep in? On my stomach but I can't do that without dying right now and it sucks

32. How big is your house? Please don't make me do math

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Cereal or whatever leftovers sound good

34. Have you ever fired a gun? Yes, I suck at it

35. Have you ever tried archery? Yes, I suck at it

36. Favorite clean word? Dystopia, it sounds pretty

37. Favorite swear word? Damn

38. What's the longest you've ever gone without asleep? Two days

39. Do you have any scars? Yes and literally none of them have a cool story. They're all from me being clumsy

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? Nope

41. Are you a good liar? Depends on who I'm talking to

42. Are you a good judge of character? Ehhhh

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? I can do a few, they're not the best though

44. Do you have a strong accent? You can tell I'm from America

45. What is your favorite accent? Probably Scottish

46. What is your personality type? Idk

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? Probably the Technoblade merch

48. Can you curl your tongue? Yep

49. Are you an innie or an outie? What on earth does this mean

50. Left or right handed? Right

51. Are you scared of spiders? Only when they're touching me, they're okay otherwise

52. Favorite food? Pasta

53. Favorite foreign food? Thai coconut soup

54. Are you a clean or messy person? Both

55. Most used phrase? Probably "what the fuck"

56. Most used word? Funky

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? Like five minutes, thirty if I'm doing makeup or hair

58. Do you have much of an ego? Oh yeah

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? Both

60. Do you talk to yourself? Yep

61. Do you sing to yourself? Yepyep

62. Are you a good singer? I like to think so but probably not

63. Biggest fear? Drowning

64. Are you a gossip? Nope

65. Best dramatic movie you've seen? Does My Girl Count??

66. Do you like long or short hair? Short hair

67. Can you name all 50 states in America? Nope

68. Favorite school subject? English

69. Extrovert or introvert? Yes

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope

71. What makes you nervous? Everything

72. Are you scared of the dark? Yes

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? I try to sometimes

74. Are you ticklish? Unfortunately

75. Have you ever started a rumor? If I have I wasn't aware of it

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Kinda

77. Have you ever drank underage? Cooking wine and shitty beer are disgusting

78. Have you ever done drugs? Yeppers

79. Who was your first real crush? I have no clue

80. How many piercings do you have? None

81. Can you roll your Rs? In my accent? No. In other accents? Yes

82. How fast can you type? Fast enough it's illegible if I'm not careful

83. How fast can you run? I have no idea

84. What color is your hair? Brown

85. What color are your eyes? Gray

86. What are you allergic to? The medicine they give you for strep throat. I'm not figuring out how to spell that shit

87. Do you keep a journal? Nope, I had to stop because my older sister kept reading my old one

88. What do your parents do? Mother dearest works at Walmart and Dad stays at home

89. Do you like your age? It's alright ig

90. What makes you angry? That is unfortunately a very long list

91. Do you like your own name? It's quite nice

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so, what are they? I have not, we'll cross that bridge if we get to it

93. Do you want a boy or girl child? I quite honestly don't care. A kid is a kid and I'm gonna love them regardless

94. What are your strengths? I'm pretty smart, I guess?? I've been told that I'm pretty good at rationalizing things

95. What are your weaknesses? I am unfortunately a very anxious person. No matter how much logic I use, I can't get over some shit

96. How did you get your name? I was named after a comic book character, my parents just gender bended the name

97. Were your ancestors royalty? I fucking hope not

98. Do you have any scars? I'd just like to point out that this is on here twice and your answer is back at 39

99. Color of your bedspread? Dark blue right now

100. Color of your room? White walls, pink carpet

#i love wasting time answering questions #it's very entertaining

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handelplayssims · 9 months

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Before we move into the next household, it’s time to talk about another purchase! I’ve managed to nab High School Years! This pack leapt up the list of packs-to-get with the playable high school. Naturally I’ve made a few adjustments to Copperdale.

Number 1 being getting a nicer high school. I nabbed Lilsimie’s and made some minor adjustments. Namely, I adore Frank the Flying Whomp Whomp and added his statues around the place! (Also some footballs and adjusting the door that’s faculty only) Now I do have another high schoool in mind...but that's for a collective Copperdale/alumini wealth thing!

Secondly, instead of the near starter lot, I added in a diner. I would have gone for something a bit more small-town themed but this is going to replace my diner in Newcrest. Now Newcrest’s restaurant can be even fancier! And have those experimental foods!

And the final lot, Little Falls Nook got a 71 thousand dollar home. It’s within the reach of established families but it’s still something Sims will have to work towards if they want to live there. Oh, and I also switched the rental home into a residential one as well. There really isn’t any lots per say that would really gain tourism much. I let Henford-on-Bagley slide because it’s super based on an area that has tourism as a lure but I don’t think Copperdale has such lures. No, I don’t count the amusement rides. Those are kinda like, a low level quality lure, only real good for locals and stuff. But enough about Copperdale! Let’s move onto our new household!

These two were a part of the Dream Home Decorator pre-release trailer footage. And I kinda thought they were a couple but no. They’re half-siblings. Out of the three in-homed DHD households, I’m moderately amused I’m getting not Patina, or her sister and her daughter, but these two. Anyway, the two are living in a fancy house sooooo, let’s see where their whims will take them!

Freddie is at the high class lounge in Del Sol Valley for some reason. -shrug- First whim is to purchase a chess table and second to bro hug a bro. Let’s head home first. Annnnd it is storming at Newcrest. Glorious. There’s a chess set at home so I set Freddie to ponder moves instead of purchasing one.

Now I have to slide into skills and such for ideas. Job ideas. Freddie has six in wellness and Autumn just has one in fitness. Hmm. Well I do have an idea for what to do with Freddie! Yoga Instructor and Massage Therapist! You can just take out the objects and use them all around for some extra money. ...we’ll see if I actually stick with it. Autumn’s aspiration is Mansion Baron which...ehhhh. Not a favorite. But it does make for a good idea to try out some of the teen aspirations from High School Years. Admired Icon sounds like a good start!

We’re heading to school with Autumn! I am UTTERLY pleased with how many teens I recognize around here. Do have quite a few of them around in my households! We got Alex Feng, adopted scion of the Feng family. Alexander Goth! Maria Caliente, Katrina’s daughter! Olivia Kim-Lewis! And Molly Prescott and Sidney Price and...that football dude! (He wasn’t in the promotional trailers so I don’t know his name off the top of my head) Alex Feng was doing the T-Pose challenge so let’s do that real quick, as it is a part of our aspiration before class begins. Today’s class is business class, which raises our charimsa skill. We’ll be there for an hour or so before lunch-time.

It is now lunch-time and I am UTTERLY AMPED to go and make some friends. Who do we talk to? Who do we talk to? Let’s go with Alex Feng, the person we T-posed with! Over lunch the two chat and Autumn makes her first friend! After lunch is the foreign language class today, which raises both Charisma and Selvadoradian Culture. (So obviously Span-imlish) Now what do I do with Autumn and after-school activities? Debating between joining the Drama Club and becoming a Simfluencer. Leaning towards the latter and so I shall pick it up! But for now, we’re heading home. She’s sleepy after all, and an afternoon nap is calling! So now we rotate over to Freddie. Still has his two whims so let’s find a bro to bro-hug. Using the clubs thing from Get Together, I can filter Sims by traits and...well, I’m suddenly sad again that we have lost Partihus. My favorite bros are gone! I have to go to the inferior bro-filled home. The Roomies. Sadness.

Anyway, I popped on over and did a round of socials. Found out Zoe Patel, J Huntington, Mitchel Kalani and Gavin Richards initial trait and career. Also set up my massage table and offered a massage to the household. Zoe asked but routing failed her so I instead gave her the most expensive massage I could! Anyway, hungry and sleepy so let’s drop by the nearby food stall and have a burg and then head home. Edited Autumn’s clothes since I realized she didn’t have a formal outfit set and Freddie’s sexuality is changed to only be attracted to men. This man is flamboyant as hell and that makes it obvious to make him queer. Autumn I don’t have any particularly strong feelings for at the moment though.

Neighborhood Watch!

Ami Yamazaki in the Yamazaki household has died. Ami was so angry she burst into flames and died.

#sims 4 #blogging #bougie duo #freddie hatton #autumn ziggler #alex feng #roomies household #zoe patel #j huntington iii #mitchel kalani #gavin richards

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pick-em-pool · 1 year

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WEEK 14

Well, well, well. There remain 4 weeks, 24 days, 52 football games, 300 Dollars, and ONE winner 😱 With the gap narrowing at the top, who has the CHUTZPAH to claim the throne and be remembered forever after as the CHAMPION of the Daigneault-Ziegler NFL pick-em pool tournament of champions season 3 (name still pending) 🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑

RUSTY - 8 POINTS

Our top scorer du jour leads everyone with 8 points in a decidedly LACKLUSTER week 🤨 for all players ⬇ The commissioner is considering levying a TEN POINT fine upon Rusty after he came to our apartment under the guise of cooking us a delicious spaghetti dinner. What he REALLY was after was the top spot, and after serving Gabby 603,502 whiskey gingers and watching everyone's favorite Christmas movie, Die Hard, 🤷‍♀️ Gabby was incapacitated for 5 days, NO WONDER she only has 7 points 😑

ABBY - 8 POINTS

A SLIGHTY above average score means Abby is one of our top finishers this week 🎖 Can a perfect finish in these last few weeks be enough to push her to the top?! Ehhhh MAYBE 🤷‍♀️ I'm sure it's possible, but this is me trying to calculate how Abby could possibly win this thing:

Even though her season is likely a loss, she can spend the remaining weeks analyzing the GAME OF FOOTBALL, studying up for next season. Well, she can at least do that for the 4:30 PM games. Waking up in time for the 1:00 PM games is PROBABLY too tall of an order for the human sloth 🦥

GABBY - 7 POINTS

Tough week for Gabby 😬 First she gets Covid, then she can't go to bottomless brunch see her sister in Pittsburgh, then Rusty assassinates her, THEN she only scores 7 points this week 😭 where she missed on the LA Rams pick 👎 and the Tennessee pick 🥴 What hurts the most, though, MUST be that she was demoted from Chief Pickleball Court Reserver this week 😞 after the Daigneault's finally figured out how iPhones work 📱

JANIE - 7 POINTS

I don't care that she's been in 3rd place for six weeks now, I'm not going to relax 🏖 until the season is over, the money has been awarded, and I know FOR SURE that Janie hasn't won again 😒 I'm worried she's secretly unstoppable - I just found out she had Covid and I didn't even KNOW

JULIETTE - 7 POINTS

The Tombstone Tsunami (I'm running out of Arizona themed alliterations for this girl) is hanging tough with a chance to STRIKE coming into the final weeks 🐍🐍🐍 I can't wait to see if she can pull it off 😎 Will the Gen Z'er be too occupied with Roblox and griddys to focus? Who knows?! I know we like to harrass her because she can't legally drive a car (maybe that's a good thing for the Daigneaults *cough* Val *cough*) but she's not THAT much younger than us 👵👴🧓 This was Gabby's reaction when she had the NERVE to call us boomers:

VAL - 7 POINTS

Even the most coldhearted, callous little Wednesday Addams would break down when confronted with this love-story-for-the-ages. Even the commissioner, as a happily married man, cannot help but feel a sense of awe at this pure, unfettered bonding of souls 🥺. Add to this love the fact that they live apart 🏘, only able to see each other on occasion, and you have a romantic tragedy that puts Romeo and Juliette to shame. Yes indeed, Val and Rocky's romance truly deserve their own play 😩 Oh yeah and she scored 7 points this week, pretty OK 👌 Peyton? who is that?

JJ - 6 POINTS

A slight stumble bumps JJ back in the race to the top this week 😓 with Tennessee AND Pittsburgh letting him down. is this just a bump in the road, or is JJ going to burn out into the final weeks 😨 Maybe when he shaved his beard he shaved off his powers 😱 It's understandable though, as he was moving from George Clooney territory to Duck Dynasty territory

JJ when all the children came to sit on his lap thinking he was Santa Claus:

PEYTON - 6 POINTS

For just the SECOND time this season, Peyton has fallen out of the top 3 📉📉📉 Can the rookie pull it together to finish a CHAMPION? Or will our debutant be tossed out like yesterday's lasagna 🍝🍝🍝 He's going to have to think hard about his next moves so he can finish STRONG 💪 Here's actual footage of Peyton contemplating his football picks in a normal human-sized shower:

"Why do you have footage of Peyton in the shower?" you ask? Uhm. Well. Uhhh...

I simply CANNOT believe another season is almost over 🤯 and, amazingly, once again, I truly don't know WHO is going to take the crown 🤴👑 If you've got picks, you've got a chance, let's see who is going to get that MONEY 💹💹💹💹💱💱💱💳💳💲💲🤑🤑💸💰💰 P.S. Val please reach out to inquire about representing me the upcoming sexual harassment case Reeseman V Ziegler thank youuu

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okay! for some ungodly reason i've finally seen all 8 of this year's best picture nominees, all 20 of this year's nominated performances, and all five directing nominees. because i'm nothing if i don't rank things, here we go!

Best Picture:

Nomadland

Minari

Sound of Metal

The Father

Judas and the Black Messiah

Promising Young Woman

The Trial of the Chicago 7

Mank

i am NOT HERE for #7 or 8, but i either love or like the top six, which is a pretty great average for me. the top two are pretty far out ahead comparatively, but again, really solid group overall.

Best Director:

Chloé Zhao, Nomadland

Lee Isaac Chung, Minari

Emerald Fennell, Promising Young Woman

Thomas Vinterberg, Another Round

David Fincher, Mank

Zhao's win will be richly deserved. Fincher has no business being nominated. Vinterberg's work is solid, but the film is pretty hollow and will be a wholly unmemorable winner for International Feature (especially with Quo Vadis, Aida? in contention as well -- Jasmila Zbanic would've been a far more deserving international nominee for Director too).

Best Actress:

Frances McDormand, Nomadland

Carey Mulligan, Promising Young Woman

Viola Davis, Ma Rainey's Black Bottom

Andra Day, The United States vs. Billie Holiday

Vanessa Kirby, Pieces of a Woman

I've settled on predicting Viola Davis for the win on Sunday, and I'll be thrilled to see her win a leading Oscar even if her work in Ma Rainey is far from my favorite performance of hers. McDormand is miraculous in Nomadland, and she's remained my personal choice in this category all year. Mulligan is great, walking a real tightrope in her film. Day and Kirby are in very, very bad movies, and while neither of them are bad, neither of them are very good either.

Best Actor:

Anthony Hopkins, The Father

Steven Yeun, Minari

Chadwick Boseman, Ma Rainey's Black Bottom

Riz Ahmed, Sound of Metal

Gary Oldman, Mank

man, replace fuckin' Gary Oldman with Delroy Lindo and you'd have what might be the best oscar lineup ever?? Oldman is excruciatingly hammy, but the other four are unreal. Ahmed would probably win in any other year, and he's amazing. Yeun does beautifully subtle work; even with the Oscar nomination, I feel like his performance is underrated. Hopkins gives a career-best performance in The Father. he's astonishing, and he seems to be picking up steam to win the whole damn thing at the eleventh hour. however, i won't lie to you: if he wins on Sunday, i'll be just a little disappointed. Chadwick Boseman's stunning final performance in Ma Rainey would be a great performance regardless of his death, but a posthumous Oscar win is a more than fitting tribute to one of the great movie stars of our lifetime, gone far too soon.

Best Supporting Actress:

Youn Yuh-jung, Minari

Olivia Colman, The Father

Maria Bakalova, Borat Subsequent Moviefilm

Amanda Seyfried, Mank

Glenn Close, Hillbilly Elegy

if Youn doesn't win on Sunday, i'll be devastated, lmao. she's so far and away the most deserving choice here. Colman gives a beautiful, complex performance in The Father. Bakalova also gives a complex performance, albeit a very funny one. Seyfried revitalizes her drab film whenever she appears, but it's not much more than that. Close is... the less said about her performance the better.

Best Supporting Actor:

Paul Raci, Sound of Metal

Daniel Kaluuya, Judas and the Black Messiah

Lakeith Stanfield, Judas and the Black Messiah

Leslie Odom, Jr., One Night in Miami

Sacha Baron Cohen, The Trial of the Chicago 7

Sacha Baron Cohen's nomination is completely useless, as is his entire film, but otherwise, these are four great performances. are they four great supporting performances? ehhhh. maybe not! Odom is terrific, easily the highlight of Miami. Stanfield is so, so good in Judas, but he's clearly the film's lead. Kaluuya, who will win the Oscar in a walk, is tremendously powerful, a real volcanic performance. Raci is my favorite, though, a wholly honest and lived-in supporting turn from a character actor who's never even flirted with this level of exposure before. his nomination was one of the unlikeliest, but it's one of the very best of the year.

i'll probably post predictions this weekend. excited for this season to finally end tbh, lol.

#sometimes elliott watches movies #oscah talk 2k21 #oscars

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friendship-ended-with-pokespe · 4 years

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Kirby: Rescue the Friend in the Great Labyrinth! Chapter 2

As for Kirby who was dragged into the world of the mirror: He looked around and contemplated. Stretching over the surroundings was a forest with thickly grown leaves.

Like an apparition, low hanging branches are all tangled up and are blocking his way. An ominous air is hanging over, completely different from the peaceful woods of Dream Land. Kirby shook his body and said to himself. “In any case, let’s go in deeper. I need to look for a lead on Magolor’s friend......” He took a shot in the dark and walked, where something fell in front of him suddenly. It’s a bright red apple. The fruit that was in the tree was blown by the wind and fell. Kirby loves apples. Or rather, he loves any fruit. His expression changed in no time. “Wow, what a yummy-looking apple! Let’s dig in!” Kirby spreaded both his hands and gave a good inhaling. It would be better to eat it after picking it up with his hands, but he takes shortcuts every so often when his stomach is grumbling. Kirby’s inhaling power can inhale absolutely everything in sight With a whoosh, the apple flies in midair and plunges into his mouth. Kirby didn’t realize that a small tiny creature was lurking in the shade of the apple. “Mmm, yummy! ......Hmm?” Having grinning from swallowing the apple, his face stiffened suddenly. “H-H-Hmmmm??? What’s this......” He tried to spit it out, but it was too late. Together with the whole apple, Kirby ended up swallowing the small creature as well. With it, the surroundings suddenly began expanding. The trees, grass, and even the rocks are becoming bigger and bigger. No, that is not it. It isn’t that the surroundings are becoming larger, but that Kirby himself is shrinking! “Wah......wahhhhh!?” Screamed Kirby.

In the meantime, Kirby is becoming smaller and smaller, enough to be concealed in a pebble. “C-Cut it out!!! Am I fading!!!!??” Kirby kicked about and trembled, but luckily enough the transformation stopped before he disappeared. Still, Kirby’s body became completely tiny. Even the flowers that he usually wouldn’t bat an eyelash to are right now are blooming in large petals above him. “......What happened? I became so tiny......” It was when he became down in the mouth. Out of nowhere, a sound like lightning resounded and something fell from the sky. Kirby, having become tiny, hid in the shade of a grass in a hurry. Magolor was the first to crash headfirst. Following him, with da-boom, King Dedede was the one to fall with the ground trembling. Turning his cape, Meta Knight was the one to land gracefully. Waddle Dee fell afterwards as well. “Owwwww......that hurt! How the heck did I go through that!?” Groaned King Dedede while rubbing his back that was struck. Meta Knight answered in a cool manner. “The passage of the mirror seems to have opened up from the sky. It’s a good thing that it wasn’t from so high above.” “Owie......I got hit!” Magolor too is holding his head with his hood on and crouching. “Where would Kirby be?” Waddle Dee appears to be worried. Kirby jumped out from the shade of the grass and shouted loudly. “Over here-!!! Is everyone alright?” “Huh? I heard Kirby’s voice just now.” Magolor looked around. He isn’t noticing Kirby right beneath his feet. It isn’t just him. King Dedede, Meta Knight, and Waddle Dee were all looking about but couldn’t notice Kirby. You couldn’t blame them. Right now, Kirby is small enough to be concealed in the shade of the flowers. “I’m right here!!! Look down! It’s downwards!!!” Looking up at everyone, Kirby raised his voice. “What’s that? I hear a voice but can’t see anything.” “Where’s Kirby?” “Stop hiding and come out.” King Dedede, Magolor, and Meta Knight are all looking for him in the wrong direction. Waddle Dee noticed at last. “Ah, Kirby! ......Huh!?” Waddle Dee leaned over and drew nearer to Kirby. As Waddle Dee’s enormous face came closer, Kirby drew back in spite of himself. Waddle Dee shouts in an astounded voice. “W-What happened!??? How did you become that tiny!?” “What are ya doing, Waddle Dee? Why would you lean over there......” King Dedede stooped down. The king’s face is even larger than Waddle Dee. Kirby shrinks back. But Dedede was the one to flinch even more. “W-What!?????? What are you playing at here, Kirby!?” “I’m not playing!” Kirby shouts back with might and main. Meta Knight and Magolor finally noticed Kirby as well. “Kirby......what is with this?” “How did you become so tiny like that???” “No idea!!!! I ended up like this from eating an apple!!!!” “An apple? You mean those apples?” Meta Knight looked up at the apples ripped above him. “They look like normal apples, but......just how......?” At that moment, King Dedede smiles as if he was plotting something. He gloats, bringing his humongous face closer. “Hehe......what a sorry state you’re in, Kirby.” “Huh!?”

“I don’t know how, but haven’t you become quite compact there? Right now, I can blow you chump away with one snort from my nose!” “Ehhhh!!!!???” “You’ve given me quite a lot of trouble until now, you know. Now’s the time to bring home to you my power!” King Dedede takes a deep breath. “S-Stop!!!!!” Screams Kirby, but Dedede is in full glee. He blew out as hard as he could from his nose. “Phuuuuuuuu!” “Kyaaaaaaa!!!!!” Blown away by the king’s nose, Kirby flew in air as he rolled. “What are you doing, Dedede?” Chastised Meta Knight. “We lost sight of him now. We need Kirby’s strength in order to accomplish our goal.” “Hahaha! I couldn't care less about that prick. I’ll settle it all by myself!” Snorted Dedede, but suddenly had a baffled look. “W-Which way should we go? Yo, Magolor, where’s this friend of yours?” “Geeeeez!!! You really are unreliable, king! We do need Kirby’s strength!” Magolor jumped up and raised his fists. “H-Humph! I’ll work it out somehow even without Kirby! At any rate, we should be okay if we go in deeper!” King Dedede looked about with bloodshot eyes, but they were in the middle of a forest without roads. He has no clue as to which way they should go. “U-Umm, your Majesty......wouldn’t we be unable to move deeper unless we go through the mirror......” Said Waddle Dee timidly. “I know that! I got it, we’ll look for the mirror!” In this world, there are mirrors that act as passages for one to move deeper. To continue their adventure, they have no choice but to look for the mirrors acting as passages. “Pretty sure it might be......over here!” King Dedede started walking carelessly. Waddle Dee follows behind him. “Good grief......” “I knew that I shouldn’t have brought King Dedede along......” Both Meta Knight and Magolor were reluctant to follow the king.

Having been blown away by Dedede’s nose, Kirby bumped into a tree and fell. “Owieeeeee......that was awful......that King Dedede!” He gets up as his head swam. “I need to go after everyone......still......” Right now, Kirby wouldn’t be able to pursue them even if he sprinted with all his strength. “This is a pickle......I gotta hurry up and return back to my normal size......” It was when he sighed. Kirby noticed that there is a hole in the root of the tree. The hole is small enough for one to fail to notice. But to Kirby right now, it was about the same size as his body. A dim light is shining from deep within the hole. Kirby peered into the hole. A large cave appears to be inside the hole. “What’s this? Maybe this is a secret path......?” Kirby leaped into the hole with all his might. The hole was even deeper than he had thought. Kirby breaths in in a panic. He would usually be able to make his body float with his ‘Hover’ technique, but: Right now, he couldn’t hover with his small body. Kirby smashed head first into the bottom of the cave. “Owowowww......geez! Today is nothing but troubles!” Kirby puckered his face and got up. It was an enormous underground passage. The air is damp and chilly. Kirby blinked his eyes. Strangely enough, for an underground, there was a light shining from deep within. “A light must mean......that there’s a secret path there. Okay......!” Kirby jumped up and started running towards the light.

Meanwhile, King Dedede and the others were wandering the woods aimlessly. “Your Highness......wouldn’t it be better to look for Kirby......?” Whined Waddle Dee. King Dedede chided him in ill humour. “Be quiet! That prick isn’t needed. Shut up and follow me!” “No, I agree with Waddle Dee. We won’t move forward if we walk about carelessly.” Said Meta Knight. “I’m gonna find the mirror!” “Don’t be pigheaded, King Dedede. Let’s look for Kirby, in any case. “Ya think he’ll be of any use? He became so tiny like that!” “That’s what I’m worried about. We need to turn him back to his normal size......” Right at that moment: Waddle Dee said. “Sire, sire! I can hear something!” “Hm? What?” “It’s Kirby’s voice.” Waddle Dee laid flat on the ground as he spoke. “What are you up to? I don’t hear no voice......” “No, I hear it. Listen carefully, king.” Meta Knight also lay face down like Waddle Dee. Magolor did the same as well. It was just as Waddle Dee said. Kirby’s voice can be heard; beneath the ground, for some reason. “Heeey, heeeey, everyoneeeee!!! Can you hear me? Answer me if you caaaaaan!!!” Magolor responded. “Kirby! Thank goodness! You were all right huh! “Uh-huh. There’s a hidden path! You should all hurry up and come. I found a mirror for moving in deeper!” “Really!?” Meta Knight rose up quickly and pierced his sword on the ground. “I see, a cave seems to be beneath. Let’s all split into groups and dig a hole......” “Gosh, so tedious! Leave this to me!” As soon as he shouted, King Dedede raised his favorite hammer. With the king’s monstrous strength, even the hardest boulder can be smashed up. He struck his hammer several times against the ground, where a hole opened up before long. King Dedede, Meta Knight, Magolor, and Waddle Dee. They all jumped down to the underground passage. The small Kirby said while jumping up and down. “Ahh, that’s dangerous! Be careful! I was almost squashed by you guys!” “Kirby, where’s the mirror?” “This way!” Kirby took the lead and guided everyone. Moving through the passage, they came across a small mirror at the end of the path. It’s the entrance leading to the deeper world. It is emitting light to beckon the adventurers. Magolor clapped his hands in delight. “Whoa, that’s Kirby for you! You're amazing, to have found a mirror in a place like this!” “It’s all because I became tiny! I don’t think I would’ve noticed it otherwise.” “Hehe, isn’t it great that you became tiny? It’d be better for you to stay like that.” Scorned King Dedede. Kirby talked back with a sullen look. “I don’t wanna! I can’t eat anything like this, since I’m so tiny. I wanna hurry up and turn back to normal!” “Let’s go deeper, in any case.” Said Meta Knight, sheathing his sword. Kirby started running at the mirror in high spirits. “Alrighty, let’s go! I’m first!” Kirby leaped into the mirror as he shouted. “Hold it! I won’t let you steal a march on me!” King Dedede followed right behind him as well. Meta Knight, Magolor, and Waddle all jumped into the mirror in succession.

The moment he passed through the mirror, Kirby’s body bounced and rolled on the ground. With it, something small and tiny jumped out from Kirby’s mouth. Looking up at Kirby, the tiny thing vented its anger in a high-pitched voice.

“Geez!! What were you doing, you glutton!? You swallowed me with the apple!” His eyes blinking, Kirby looked at his surroundings. One after another, King Dedede and the others came tumbling after Kirby. Making sure of their size, Kirby shouted in joy. “Yay, I went back to my normal size! Hooray!” “Hey, are you listening to me!?” The small creature hurled itself at Kirby in fury. Kirby looked down at the creature and apologized. “Sorry, sorry. I inhaled you, huh?” “Gosh! Who do ya take this Minny for!? Don’t look down on me just 'cause I’m small!” The small creature left in anger. “Minny, huh. I’ve heard of the name before. It’s quite a hot-tempered creature for its small body. I guess Kirby obtained the ‘Mini’ ability from inhaling it carelessly.” Said Meta Knight. Copy Ability is a strange power that Kirby has. He can make the characteristics and the signature moves of the opponent that he inhales his. He may acquire hard-hitting big guns like “Fire” or “Sword,” but that doesn’t mean that he will always gain useful ones. “A Copy Ability that only makes you tiny......I’ve had enough! I don’t want to inhale him ever again!” Kirby shivered, thinking back to how he was blown away by King Dedede’s nose. “But you were able to find the hidden path by becoming tiny, right? That was all thanks to him, Kirby!” Said Waddle Dee as he laughed. “Ughh......you’re right. Let’s go, Waddle Dee!” The pair were about to start running with their hands together. King Dedede chewed him out from behind him. “Waddle Dee! I thought it was fishy, but you really are palsy-walsy with Kirby......!” “Eh......huh!? Ah, t-that’s not true, sir!” In a panic, Waddle Dee shook off the hand that he was holding with Kirby. King Dedede pressed Waddle Dee with a fierce look. “You’ve been palling around with Kirby behind my back, eh!? Does that mean that you betrayed me!?” “N-No, sir. Kirby is my enemy.” “Didn’t you hold hands with him just now?” “I just thought that Kirby shouldn’t escape! I was seizing him, sir!” “You mean it?” “O-Of course, sire.” Waddle Dee glanced at Kirby. He has a very sorrowful look. Noticing his look, Kirby hops up and shouts. “I’m not gonna get caught!! Nyah-nyah!!” “Ah, hold it, you!” Kirby starts sprinting, where King Dedede then chases after him. “Sorry, Kirby......” Magolor was the one to respond to his murmurs. “Hehehe......you really are heartless, Waddle Dee.” “......Huh?” “You’re saying that ‘cause you’re scared of Dedede! I feel bad for Kirby!” “......” “Are you really friends with Kirby?”

Magolor went after Kirby while laughing. Waddle Dee squeezed his hands. He couldn’t hold his frustration, but there’s no one to talk back at. “......We are! Me and Kirby are best friends! Said Waddle Dee as if convincing himself, and started sprinting as well.

The group proceeded deeper and deeper, locating the mirror passages one after another. The Great Labyrinth of the Mirror is intertwined in a complex manner, where it cannot be dealt in an ordinary manner. Not to mention how each area is filled with dangers. For every wasteland as far as the eye can see, there was a mountain buried with snow and ice. Not to forget the haunted mansion where you have no idea what may come out, or the submarine area with fishes swimming around. Wherever they go, they couldn’t find even the slightest lead to Magolor’s friend. “Dang, I’m tired! Just when are we gonna get to our destination!?” King Dedede blew his top at last. Folding his arms, the king plopped down and ranted with a posture that showed that he wouldn’t take a single step more. “I quit! I’m out of here! “Sire......you won’t get ahold of the feast if you were to turn back now......” Said Waddle Dee, where Dedede then gave him the hairy eyeball. “What glutton are you? You want the feast that much?” “Wha-! That wasn’t me, but Your Highness......” “Shut up, Waddle Dee. You wanna say that I’m a glutton that would be lured by a feast!?” “N-No, sir......” “Don’t lump me with Kirby! So you did join hands with him and......” “No, no!! Your Majesty is no glutton.” Waddle Dee kowtowed and apologized to him. Meta Knight said. “Don’t take it out on your subordinate. Have it your way if you want to return. That is, if you have the mind to retrace your steps to where we came from all by yourself.” “Ugh......” King Dedede had a sour look. They have wandered through countless areas until now. Having repelled numerous traps and enemies, they were able to come this far by combining the strength of everyone. It would be impossible to turn back alone. Even the self-important King Dedede knows that much. “Ahh, I’m so irritated! I knew that I shouldn’t have listened to Magolor’s words!” “So mean......!” It was when Magolor was about to object. Kirby came back, having been scouting the surroundings. “Hey, everyone! I found a mirror that’s a bit different from the ones up until now!” “What?” Having drawn the attention of everyone, Kirby reported with eagerness. “There’s a huge mirror in the cave ahead of us. It’s way cooler and prettier than the mirrors we went through until now.” “Really!?” As if he completely forgot about his grumbling, King Dedede stood up with vigor. “Alright, that mirror must be the passage leading to the deepest part of the labyrinth. I have to hand it to you, good work, Kirby.” “This way!” With Kirby in the front, the group headed to the cave.

Just as Kirby had said, that mirror was different from the mirrors thus far. Large enough for them to look up, its ornaments around the rim are splendid as well. They can feel a strange power, like they could be swallowed up just by staring at it. “I see, this is the real thing. By going through this......I’ll be able to obtain the feast at last!” “It’s too early to rejoice, King Dedede.” Reminded Meta Knight. “Just because the mirror is elegant doesn’t mean that it’s the goal. Don’t ease up.” “Hmph! I’m sick of your lectures!” King Dedede leaps into the mirror first. “Ah, no fair! I’m the one that found it!” Kirby followed right behind him. Magolor whispered with an unpleasant laugh. “It’d be great if this is the goal! I’m beat, you know. I don’t wanna walk anymore.” “You sure are in a jovial mood for going to rescue a friend, Magolor.” Meta Knight gave him the fisheye. Magolor shook his head and responded. “Don’t say that, Meta Knight. Well, off we go to rescue my friend!” Magolor went inside the mirror, following Kirby and the others.

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lavenderslotus · 4 years

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Macarons and Chill

My first BakuCamie fic!! Hope you guys enjoy 🤗 Also cross posted on FF.N and AO3!

Summary: In which Bakugo and Camie try to make macarons in the midst of a global pandemic.

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“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kick you out of my goddamn apartment, woman.” Bakugo snarls as he nearly rips the door off its hinges.

Camie merely blinks, clearly nonplussed by his tone. “Chill, Bakubae. I’m not even inside yet. Were you trying to hide your porn stash?”

“Can’t you see I’m in the fucking middle of something?!” Bakugo ignores her obvious jibe.

It’s only then Camie registers his uncharacteristically disheveled appearance. Donned in a black tank top that was smeared with flour and an orange Ground Zero apron that hung haphazardly on his hips, Bakugo looks positively dripping with annoyance. His already unkempt hair is matted in several different directions and if Camie didn't know any better, she would say that whatever he was attempting to bake was currently besting him.

Despite the atmosphere of the room, Camie pushes her way around Bakugo and flounces into the living room. “Ojamashimasu!” She sings as she kicks off her shoes in a hurry and practically runs into the kitchen.

“Fuck me, right?” Bakugo mutters as he bends down to fix her shoes so that they were perfectly aligned. She had been appearing more times on his doorstep than he cared for during this whole quarantine bullshit yet still didn’t have the decency to pick up after herself. “Oi, get out the hell out of my kitchen before you ruin shit!”

Camie turns around, already tugging on a bubblegum pink apron that Bakugo definitely does not keep around just for her. She juts out her lower lip. “I'm just trying to help out my favorite next-door neighbor.” She peers over at the bowl of whipped meringue on the kitchen counter. “Macarons, Bakubro? Do you have a death wish or something? Those are like, mad hard to bake, even for you!”

Bakugo resists the urge to thump her on the head. Instead, he settled for aggressively whisking the meringue once more, nearly ripping the appliance in two. “As if I’m going to be shown up by some shitty wannabe sandwiches. Tch.”

“Ehhhh? Is that so?” Camie tip-toes to place her chin on the shoulder that wasn’t vigorously moving with his stirring. Bakugo tries to ignore how close her cheek is to his, the soft plush nearly grazing him. “Well, no doubt they’ll be totally delish when you’re done! Anything I can do to help?”

Bakugo smirks, a cocky grin splitting his face. “Fuck yeah they will be. Go pick out the food coloring.” As Camie sashays away happily (“These are totes gonna be the prettiest macarons bae!”), he tries not to let his eyes linger. It’s like Camie intentionally picks clothes that loves her as much as she loves herself, because they cling to her figure like glue.

Their relationship was… Complicated. After they both graduated high school, her a year before him, Bakugo had no intention of keeping contact with anybody, save for maybe shitty hair. What was the point? He knew he’d see his former idiots of classmates and peers eventually. They all entered the same fucking industry; if anything, he had a feeling he’d them too often. It was only by chance that he and Camie wound up at the same agency, and it was even more of a twisted fate that he had happened to be assigned to live one door down from her. Which meant slowly but surely, Camie Utsushimi forcibly wedged her and her love for K-Pop into his life (and his apartment).

He didn’t know why she was so adamant on getting to know him. At first, he had thought it was just out of the pure convenience of living so close. He figured she would lay off after shutting her out a couple times. But goddamn, this woman was persistent. When she wanted something, she sure as hell knew how to get it. And he still didn’t know what it was she wanted from him. He never knew what she was thinking, for better or for worse.

“You know what’d be lit? If you had edible glitter.” Camie sighs wistfully as she lines up the bottles of food coloring. Bakugo grimaces at the array of pinks and purples but doesn’t say anything.

“What the fuck for?” Bakugo huffs as turned the bowl upside down. A smug expression flits his face when nothing falls out, a testament to the stiff peaks of the frosting.

Camie stares at him as if he had sprouted a tail. “Hell-oh! To decorate the macarons?! Jeez Bakubae, it’s like you have no eye for pretty things in life. No wonder you haven’t asked me out on a date yet.”

Then there was that. There always seemed to be something simmering between them, and it pissed Bakugo off to no end that he couldn’t figure out what the hell it was. Irritation? Sexual tension? Both? He didn’t know when she was serious or joking when she said shit like that.

Bakugo snorts to cover his inner turmoil and sticks his hand out. Camie wordlessly passes him a small bottle of food coloring. Without even looking at the color, his hand steadies as he carefully squeezes the gel into the meringue – bright pink, he discovers. Gross. “I told you to stop calling me that.”

“You already know I’m not gonna. Am I not your type?” Camie twirls a strand of her fawn-colored hair around her finger pensively. “You’re gonna die a virgin if you don’t hop on the dating scene, you know. Such a waste of a handsome face.”

“Fuck you.” Bakugo snaps as he stirs to incorporate the color. His grip is tight around the rubber spatula. “As if you have it any better, hag. You should stop hanging around this apartment if you want to put your money where your mouth is.”

Camie sighs contemplatively. “The hero life really doesn’t allow any time for dating, huh? We sure have it rough.” She cracks her knuckles and grins. “Not that we can go on dates or anything during this quarantine. I’m lucky I have you to bother, Bakuboo!”

“Yeah, so lucky.” Bakugo mumbles sarcastically under his breath. “Gimme that bowl.”

“But like seriously, what is your type fam?” Camie asks. Bakugo dumps the dry ingredients and begins to macaronage. “For a while, I totally thought you and Deku were gonna get it on.”

“Fuck no. Weak ass Deku wouldn’t be able to handle me, I’d rock his shit.” Bakugo scoffs. Camie lets out a delighted peal of laughter at that. “Besides, I ain’t gay. Can’t speak for him though.”

Camie raises a brow. “You do know that Deku and Uraraka-san are like, def canon right?”

Bakugo hates how he knows what ‘canon’ means because of her. He grunts. “I don’t give a shit. Hand me that piping bag and a tray, quick.”

“Don’t be like that Bakubae,” Camie chides as she bends over to reach for the baking trays stashed inside his oven. He averts his eyes at the way she juts her hips and arches her back. “You noticed it too, right? All our peers are like, getting it on. I’m banking on Todomomo next.”

Bakugo works quickly to transfer the macaron batter into the piping bag. The bright pink is an eyesore and he frowns. “Like I said, I don’t give a shit.”

“You’re totes gonna care when your options dwindle down to no one.” Camie taps her nails against the counter. “And you’re already picky as it is.”

Bakugo scoffs again as he rips out a sheet of parchment paper. It tears through the air like a record scratch. “How would you know that? I haven’t said shit. For all you know, I could have a secret fetish.”

“Do you?” Camie’s voice heightens with interest. Bakugo glares at her, but the curiosity in her face doesn’t waver.

“No, you sicko. Even if I did, it’s not like I’d tell you.” Bakugo begins to pipe the macarons onto the parchment paper in earnest.

“Everyone has their kinks,” Camie sing-songs. She walks two fingers up Bakugo’s arm and he would smack her arm away if he wasn’t already preoccupied. If each macaron wasn’t exactly 1½-inches, he was going to lose his shit. “It’s only a matter of time until I find out yours, bae.”

Bakugo pipes the last macaron onto the tray and tosses the piping bag. It tumbles away on the counter, smearing pink meringue everywhere. Great. He pretends not to notice her hand still resting on his upper bicep and rolls his eyes. “Good luck with that.”

“I bet you’re really into the whole power dynamics thing.” Bakugo chokes and Camie removes her hand to place both on her hips. “Y’know, all that sub and dom stuff. Kind of a mild kink if you ask me. Personally, I’m down for whatevs but idk, I think I draw the line at tentacles, not that I judge –”

“Yeah well, luckily no one fucking asked.” Bakugo barks as he airs out the bubbles in the batter by repeatedly slamming the baking tray onto the counter. Camie yanks the tray out of his hands and begins to tap the tray much more gently. He scowls and crosses his arms. “You know an awful lot about kinks for someone who doesn’t get laid.”

Camie winks and leans forward. She purposely pushes her cleavage together so that it spills over, her up-and-down ministrations of bumping the tray against the counter making them jiggle. Bakugo stubbornly doesn’t give her the satisfaction of looking down and meets her gaze dead-on. “How do you know I’m not getting laid?”

Bakugo feels an uncomfortable twist in his chest, but the sudden anger that floods him is almost unbearable. Camie? Having a fuck buddy? The thought stamps a hot iron brand of jealousy in his stomach. What the fuck? In an instant, he sees a vision of another pair of arms wrapped around Camie’s tiny waist, kissing her, tousling her hair. A throb of possessiveness goes through him. It’s what makes him snap, “Yeah fucking right. Why the fuck are you here and not with him then?”

“I mean, we are kinda in the middle of a global pandemic.” Camie drawls. She pushes back from the macaron tray. She cocks a head and her eyes rake his face. The tension that normally simmers between them at a tolerable five has knocked its way up to an insufferable ten. “’Sides, even if I had one, I’d rather be here.”

Bakugo deflates but only slightly. The crease between his eyebrows deepen and the feelings of anger, jealousy, and irritation still make him see red. “So you don’t have one.” He says it like a statement of verification rather than a question.

“No,” Camie shakes her head. She sounds a bit breathless. “I don’t.”

In two strides, Bakugo has her pinned against the wall. Camie’s eyes are wide as she takes in his narrowed ones, zeroing in on her like prey. Her arms are locked above her head, held by Bakugo’s, and he leans dangerously close. Their noses graze and Camie barely has a second to register just how long his eyelashes are when their mouths fuse together. Bakugo isn’t gentle but he sure as hell is an amazing kisser – Camie has to hold back a chuckle. He totes has to be the best at everything, huh? He claims it all, tongue sweeping and staking hold of everything that’s hers. She can hear the subliminal message being conveyed. Mine. Mine. Mine. His hands are greedy, falling from her wrists to touching her everywhere, gripping, pulling, pinching. She scrapes her hands along the hard muscle, equally as needy and lets him take and take.

“Bakugo,” Camie finally manages to gasp as he trails down her neck, sucking, biting, kissing. She can feel her skin puckering under his assault. “The macarons –”

“Fuck ‘em.” He grunts. “They need to chill for an hour anyway.”

Sorry Todomomo, Camie thinks to herself as she grins wildly. Looks like Bakucamie’s beat you to the punch.

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particularemu · 4 years

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A Night To Remember | A Han Jisung Scenario

Word Count: 2169 (hehe)

Type: Fluffy Smut

Prompts: 55 (It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.) and 58 (I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.)

Author’s Note:

I’m so sorry this one took so long. I was hoping to have it out like last week, but the storyline was so bland so I had to fix it.

I hope you like it!

I’m not taking requests from this list anymore because I reblogged a different one, but the prompts are from this prompt list.

Marrying your best friend was the best thing you’ve ever done. Having two kids with him? Even better!

Your kids were absolute angels, but they were also 5-years-old. Unfortunately, that meant you had to deal with big messes, arguments, and meltdowns. Tonight was one of those nights where you had to deal with all three.

“MOMMY! Taemin ripped the head off my unicorn!” Your daughter screamed at the top of her lungs, running into the kitchen with the decapitated body of a stuffed unicorn. Geez these children were violent little shits.

“DID NOT! I just wanted to play with him for a bit. SHE was the one who pulled his head off.” Your son ran into the room holding the head of the poor thing. Stuffing poured out of the neck, reminding you of a scene in a horror movie.

This childish argument should be easy to handle. You should have simply told the kids you’d fix the unicorn and turned the scenario into a life lesson. You should have told your kids that if they had shared the unicorn, the unicorn wouldn’t be understuffed with its head popped off. You’d have to buy some stuffing to fix that damn thing.

But no. You had a hectic day at work, and you wanted nothing more than to feed your kids and send them off to the living room to watch their favorite Disney movie on repeat. Thank goodness those kids both loved the same movie, otherwise you would have to deal with another argument.

The perks of having twins.

The timer went off, signaling the pizza was done. You quickly turned the timer off, pulled the pizza out of the oven and threw a couple slices on plates for your kids.

“We’ll deal with this in a bit. Why don’t you two sit down and eat. Dinner is ready.” You put the plates on the dinner table, hoping that having food in their bellies would brighten their mood.

Unfortunately, now you were just dealing with two upset children crying at the table over the unicorn that was thrown on the floor. Yeah, they must love that thing.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, hoping the chaos would disappear.

But it got worse.

“I don’t wanna eat.” Taemin pounded his fists on the table, causing his plate of pizza to tip over, spilling the hot food onto his shirt — which of course, led to another meltdown.

The boy dramatically threw himself to the ground screaming bloody murder as if a bottle of acid was poured onto his chest. If you weren’t dealing with a raging headache from all the screaming, you would have had trouble holding back giggles at the dramatics.

You bent down to his level, pulling his shirt up and checking the area for burns. Thank goodness there were none, but your son was convinced that you were wrong — per usual — so he curled in the fetal position and sobbed.

Nice.

Meanwhile, your daughter had knocked her juice onto the chair, staining the fabric red. She also knocked her pizza to the ground as she ran to her unicorn for comfort, forgetting that the damn thing had no head. She picked up the body and screamed, sobbing once she remembered her unicorn was beheaded.

What the fuck is happening?

Jisung arrived home just as you were starting to lose it. His eyes widened when he witnessed his son scream-crying on the floor holding his belly as if he’d been punched in the gut, and his daughter sobbing on the couch with… what the fuck was that and why did it have no head? He couldn’t help but chuckle as the whole situation was extremely hilarious.

Jisung glanced at his children and said, “Now what did that unicorn ever do to you two?”

“Daddy!” Just like that the two kids dried up their tears and ran to their father, hugging him tight.

Fucking hell. You took this opportunity to head to the kitchen for some much-needed painkillers.

“See? All I have to do is come home and everything’s fine!” Jisung laughed as you rolled your eyes, coming back from the kitchen.

“You’re never allowed to leave again.” You chuckled, walking up to your husband to kiss his cheek.

Jisung released his children to pull you in for a proper kiss. “Are we still on for date night?”

Ah date night. Your favorite day of the week.

A few years ago, you two decided that you needed one day a week to get away from your crazy children and have some adult fun, complete with wine, dinner, and a big ass dessert the two of you would share. You rarely strayed from the usual restaurant, but there were a few spontaneous dates where you two went to arcades and kicked each other’s asses at various games.

“As long as Jen comes over.” You smiled.

As if on queue, you heard a knock at the door before Jen barged in. “Hey guys, are you ready for some fun!”

“Yay!” The kids jumped up and down and ran to Jen, hugging her legs tightly. “We missed you.”

The kids absolutely loved the 16 year old girl. She was beautiful and smart, and she always brought several games and activities for the kids. You adored having her as a babysitter.

You couldn’t help but laugh. When you were 16, you were sneaking off to be with Jisung 24/7. Despite all the trouble the two of you got into, it was clear that you two were made for each other. Your relationship blossomed when you were young, and the two of you had been together ever since.

“You ready?” Jisung held his hand out to you.

You paused, looking at the clothes you were wearing. Ehhhh this’ll be fine. “Yep.” You took his hand and let him lead you out the door to his motorcycle.

Jisung put his helmet on before handing you the white one on the back. “Here. You get to wear the goofy one.” He chuckled.

“What? Why can’t I swear the cool one?” You giggled and put the white helmet over your head.

“Because I’m the driver. I get first pick.” Jisung laughed when you smacked his shoulder.

You rested your hands on your hips and struck a goofy pose. “What do you think? I think I look good in it.”

“You look like an egghead.” He dodged your hand, laughing as you chased him around the motorcycle. When you caught him you tickled his sides, sending the boy into a fit of giggles.

“Okay okay mercy!” He held his hands up. “You look like a gorgeous model. Now let’s go on our date before we’re late.”

You laughed and climbed on the back of his motorcycle, wrapping your arms around his torso so you wouldn’t fall off. Jisung turned the key, making the engine roar to life. “You ready?” He asked.

You leaned your head onto his back, before answering him. “Yep. Let’s go!”

Jisung twisted his wrist, making the bike lurch forward. You loved riding on the back of his motorcycle. You could remember the day he first got it. He saved all the money he made from work as a teenager and bought the thing in cash when he was nineteen years old.

Jisung parked the bike in front of a fancy looking hotel in the city. You couldn’t help but wonder what Jisung had planned for the night. Of course if you were getting a room at the beautiful hotel, you figured you’d be getting intimate tonight. The anticipation sent shivers up your spine.

“Why are we at a super nice hotel?” You couldn’t help but gawk at the amazing architecture and wonder what it looked like inside.

Jisung merely laughed. “It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”

Yep, that was exactly what you were hoping he’d say. Every single time you and Jisung went past making out, one of your kids would barge into the room screaming about how the other ruined their life. You had many close calls — nearly having to have the talk with a pair of nosy 5-year-olds. So intimate moments were few and far between.

You held your hand out to his. “Then let’s get going.”

Jisung smiled and practically pulled you into the hotel. The two of you booked a nice room and quickly headed to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, your lips interlocked. Jisung’s tongue slipped into your mouth with ease, hands pulling you closer as his tongue slid against yours.

A ding startled the two of you as you pulled apart. You giggled as the doors opened to show another man standing in front of the elevator.

“This is our floor babe.” Jisung pulled you out of the elevator, laughing with you as you headed straight to your room. As soon as the door closed behind you, Jisung dimmed the lights and took off his shirt.

The makeout session was messy, uncoordinated tongues sliding together, hands frantically removing clothes as the two of you bumped against the walls. Jisung pulled your right knee over his hip, tapping your thigh to signal for you to jump. You hopped up, wrapping your legs around his waist, moaning into the kiss as he pulled your panties to the side and thrusted into you.

Oh god that was sexy.

When did he get his pants off? A deep thrust into your core had you forgetting all about it as your hands shifted down to hold onto his shoulders. Jisung moved, pressing you against the wall as he set a quick pace, snapping his hips into yours.

God you felt so good around him. Jisung lifted you off the wall making you giggle nervously. Your arms tightened around him, hanging on like your life depended on it. “You good?” Jisung chuckled as he walked over to the bed.

“Mhmm.” You smiled when he kissed your lips.

“Good.” Jisung smiled deviously.

What was he planning?

You shrieked when he tossed you on the bed, giggling when he crawled up your body to rip your bralette over your head. He quickly pulled your underwear off your hips and slid back inside you, hiking your legs over his shoulders.

The new position had him hitting your g-spot dead on, making you cry out in pleasure. Your back arched off the bed as you rubbed your clit. Jisung kept with the harsh pace, savoring the sounds of your sweet moans.

“Fuck Ji.” You gasped when his tip rammed into your g spot once again. “It feels so good.” Your fingers rubbed your clit faster, toes curling as you hit your high.

Jisung moaned as your walls clenched around him, milking him into his orgasm. He thrusted a few more times, helping you ride out your orgasm before collapsing on top of you.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it?” You giggled.

“Hey!” Jisung pushed your shoulder making you laugh even harder. “It’s not my fault…” He paused. Yeah… Yeah it was his fault. It was his fault the two of you didn’t spend more time together.

He sighed and rolled over, pulling you onto his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“Wait, Jisung that’s not what I meant.” You sat up, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. “I was just teasing you. You seem exhausted.”

“Yeah because I haven’t fucked you in ages.” He chuckled. “We need to do this more often.” Jisung pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Because that was great.”

You giggled and tightened your arms around his frame. “You need to pull out or we’re going to have another round.”

Jisung chuckled and pulled out of you. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Well we do have to get home to the kids.” You sat up, frowning when Jisung pulled you back down onto his chest. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pressing your body closer to him.

“Nope. I paid Jen to stay there all night. We have until noon tomorrow.” He smiled, running one of his hands through your hair.

You leaned into Jisung’s touch, eyes closing as you enjoyed the sweet attention. “You’re the best.”

“Me?” Jisung chuckled. “Nah, I’m just a guy with a wife, two kids, and a Harley.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his nonchalance. “You’re so much more than that though.”

Jisung kissed you softly before leaning his head against yours. The two of you sat in silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence. It was nice to lay with your husband without hearing your kids scream for you at the top of their lungs.

“Hey.” Jisung poked your side, making your body jump.

You lightly poked his stomach in return. “Hmm?”

“I brought the Switch. Let’s hook it up to the TV and play Mario Kart.” Jisung had a cute grin on his face.

You shot up off the bed and threw on Jisung’s T-shirt. “THIS is exactly why I married you.”

This was definitely a night to remember.

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nexttrickanvils · 3 years

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✏+ The PT girls having a girls day out, bonus if they're cat-sitting Morgana for Akira.

Sorry this took so long and if the ending feels abrupt. ^^;

No Royal spoilers but a few vague spoilers for November for anyone who needs the warning.

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ANN: HEY! MAKOTO, FUTABA, HARU! GIRLS DAY OUT! US FOUR! WHAT DO YOU SAY!?

HARU: Oh. But shouldn’t we be focusing on what to do next?

MAKOTO: Normally I’d agree but I think a step away from everything going on might be a good idea for us. Especially you, Haru. Not to mention how we need to lay low.

FUTABA: Ehhhh… I admit I’m a little iffy on heading to well anywhere… but I guess as long as I’ve got you guys, it’ll be alright.

ANN: Sooooo where should we meet up?

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The girls decided on meeting in Shibuya since it was close enough for everyone and had plenty to do.

Ann volunteered to pick up Futaba at her house and ride the train with her.

Though when she arrived at the Sakura house, she got a bit of a surprise.

“Lady Ann! You’re looking particularly lovely today!”

“Oh… Morgana… hi…”

Futaba sighed, “Yeah sorry about that, Akira foisted him off me today. Said he had something really important and was gonna be “out of commission” for most of the day so he needed someone to take care of Mona.”

“Hmph, like I needed to be watched over like some common house pet! But I don’t mind if it means spending the day with you, Lady Ann.”

Ann just gave an awkward smile. She was not oblivious, she’s known about Morgana’s giant crush on her for a while now. It kind of made her think of a little kid crushing on their older sibling’s friend which was why she tried to be nice and not mention or indulge him on the issue. She was sure he’d get over it… someday...

Futaba groaned and just shoved Morgana further into the bag she was carrying.

“Oh no you don’t, Cats-anova, this is Girl’s Day! Let’s get going.”

Ann shot Futaba a small quiet thanks as she walked alongside Futaba.

It didn’t take long before the trio were on the train and it didn’t take long for Ann to try to pass the time with conversation.

“So how’ve you been?”

“...Alright I guess.”

“And Boss?”

“He still fusses over me but I’ll take that over his reaction when he first found the card.”

Ann didn’t say anything but from what Akira told the group about what happened that night, she can imagine just how scary that confrontation was. If her parents had found out that she was throwing herself in danger… and associating with who is saying are murderers now…

Ann just put her hand on top of Futaba’s and gave her a comforting smile.

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Ann, Futaba, and Morgana met with Makoto and Haru by the station and after explaining Morgana’s presence (Haru didn’t mind and Makoto said she’d have a talk with Akira), their first stop was to get some foods and of course Ann’s first suggestion was her favorite crepe stand.

As they waited in line, Ann attempted to drag the others into some “girl talk.”

“Aw come on, no lucky guy or girl catching anyone’s eye?”

“After that mess with Eiko and that host, I really don’t want to think about romance.”

“Oh I’ve got someone in mind.” Remarked Futaba

The girls and Morgana stared at her in surprise.

“Wait, Really Futaba-Chan!?” asked Haru

“HOW!?” Asked Morgana

Futaba just grinned, “He’s strong, loyal to his friends, not particularly smart but he’s got heart where it matters… and he’s the prince of a war torn kingdom trying to bring peace to the land.”

The others sighed once they realized Futaba had fooled them while she gave her usual little laugh.

“Mweh-heh-heh, really had you guys going there! To be honest, everyone picks that guy as their love interest. I might go with someone else in the game just to be a contrarian. Although… mweh-heh-heh… I may or may not have learned of a certain fluffy someone spending time with our leader...”

Instantly Haru turned red and tried to cover her face.

“That’s…! Akira-kun’s just been… he’s... justbeingafriendand...”

Instantly, Ann took Haru’s arm, “Hey looks like we’re up next in line, do you have your order ready?”

“YES! Th-thank you, Ann-chan.”

As Makoto and Futaba waited for their friends to make their orders, the older girl shot a small glare at Futaba.

“That was entirely unnecessary, Futaba.”

“Hey Ann wanted gossip and neither of us are the go-tos for romantic topics.”

“How do you even know about Akira and Haru spending time together?”

“I have my ways.~”

Morgana briefly popped out of the bag, “Akira’s phone is still bugged.”

“Hey, don’t ruin the mystery!” Futaba shouted as she tried to shove the not-cat back into her bag

Makoto groaned as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

“In my defense! He has yet to ask me to remove it.”

“Probably because he keeps forgetting about it. If you’re not going to remove it anytime soon, at least give him and Haru some privacy.”

“Alright… and I’ll apologize to Haru too.”

“Mako-chan! Futaba-chan! You’re up next!”

Ann and Haru stepped aside to let Makoto and Futaba walk up to the register.

As they waited, Ann glanced over at Haru.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Y-yeah. I know Futaba-chan wasn’t trying to be mean but...”

“It was kind of embarrassing?”

Haru nodded as she took a nibble from her caramel apple crepe.

“To be honest… Akira did always seem to be protective of you ever since you joined.”

“Wh-what!? I mean...”

“I’m being serious, but um if you want some privacy, we’ll leave you alone… Just know that whatever happens, we’ll support you one hundred percent!”

“...Thank you.”

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After the girls had finished their treats, Futaba requested a trip to the arcade and while the others were still a little annoyed by Futaba’s snooping, they went ahead with the request.

Haru looked around with wide eyes, this was certainly a new experience for her, Futaba offered to look around with her since this was also her first time and as an apology for said earlier snooping.

“They should have that new Dancing in Starlight game!”

“Dancing game!?”

Makoto and Ann stayed together and glanced around.

“You know, I think the last time I was here was in middle school and that was because Shiho dragged me here.”

“I’ve only been here once, Akira took me because I wanted to get better at talking to… people our age.”

Ann chuckled a little at that as Makoto turned away to hide her blushing. That was when something caught her eye.

It was a claw machine and inside was a good amount of Buchimaru plush toys.

Ann quickly noticed Makoto staring and looked over at the machine.

“Oh wow, Buchimaru stuff! I haven’t seen those in a while!”

The two walked over, Makoto still nervous to mention her love for the little panda mascot.

“O-oh, you were a fan?”

“Granny Takamaki would always send Buchimaru and Friends merchandise to me for my birthday when my parents and I still lived in Finland and the US. My favorite was the cat with the beret decorated with sprinkles.”

“Oh you mean, Kurineko-Chan.”

“Yeah! You like them too, Makoto?”

“I… well...”

“Hey it’s okay, I’m not going to judge you.”

“...Yeah…”

With that, Ann smiled, “Great, let’s see if we can win those plushies!”

At first Makoto was unsure but then she truly got into the spirit as she got so much closer and closer with each failed attempt. Until finally…

“YOU DID IT!”

“I did it...”

The smile on Makoto’s face was probably one of the brightest Ann had seen from her friend.

The two decided to go find Futaba and Haru, they quickly found the two still on that dancing game machine and were obviously having a lot of fun as Morgana watched from his hiding spot in the bag.

As the current song ended, Haru turned around and waved towards them.

“Mako-chan! You should try this out!”

Without waiting for an answer, Haru took Makoto’s hands and brought her up to the dance mat.

“Hey! Two against one isn’t fair! Ann, Back-up needs back-up!”

Ann laughed as she joined Futaba's side and the four girls just chaotically “danced” their hearts out.

As Morgana watched, he couldn’t help but admire Lady Ann’s kindness and her love for her friends.

#Persona 5 #meme answers #Anvil Writings #captmickey #Also sorry not sorry for sneaking my Shuharu Agenda in there

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thebalancewentwrong · 4 years

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Why Steven Universe Future feels off (WARNING: BIG POST)

(This post was made when only the first 4 episodes were out)

Table of contents:

1. Intro and explanation

2. A new show

3. So much to do in such little time

4. The end of arcs

5. The plot?

6. Other little bits

7. Conclusion

1. Intro and explanation

So I want to make it clear before I dive into this right of the bat that I honestly truly love Steven Universe with all my heart. It is easily my favorite show of all time and has influenced and affected me in so many positive ways beyond just enjoyment of the show.

That being said I (and the person I was watching it with) felt that something just felt a little... off for Steven Universe Future. It just didn’t feel quite right, and didn’t grip me nearly as much as as the original show or the movie. Now maybe it’s because of my experience in both film and writing and my desire to understand what makes my favorite things tick, I couldn't just let it go and decided to really dig deep into what it is that makes it feel so different and I think I figured out some of the reasons as to why.

I haven't seen too many people talk about it on here and though that maybe it was just me. Most people on here seem to enjoy the show with no problems and if that's you then great! please don’t let me take that away from you, just ignore this post and move on if you don’t want to see me dig deep into it, I honestly hate being a fun killer/ buzz kill on these things but I asked a few days ago if I should make this post and a couple of people said they were interested so here we are.

And yes I know this post is excessive but I have a lot to say on the matter, also understand this is not a post bashing on the show or calling it “bad”, it’s just an insight into what makes the show tick and how it differs to the original show (and the movie)

With all that being said, let’s jump into the first major thing.

2. A new show

Ok, so this one kind of goes without saying, but yeah Steven Universe Future is a new show. It’s not season 6, it’s a new show and as a result I think it’s only natural for the creators to want to try and emphasize that fact by giving it a different feel.

They accomplish this with a lot of subtle things but I think that it’s likely done intentionally in order to differentiate itself from the original series. Now do I think it was a good idea to change the overall feel of the show in order to separate it form the original? ehhhh not exactly... It would make more sense if it really was a different show, but you literally can’t understand anything that happens in SUF without watching the original show in almost it’s entirety, so eh.

That being said you could argue they wanted to try a new feel just to mix it up after working on the original for so many years and I guess I can get that.

This is a fairly weak point overall, however I wanted to start with the lighter stuff before getting into the big bois.

3. So much to do in such little time

Again, this one may be kind of obvious for some but it honestly feels like that some of the episodes either really should have been longer or deserve to have a whole arc around them.

I’m talking especially about ‘Rose buds’ and ‘Volleyball’. Both of these episodes feature some pretty heavy themes and ideas that in the original show could easily be the focus of an entire 4 episode long arc each.

But here they have put everything into just the one episode, cramming it all in and constantly hitting us with big ideas and surprises. Not saying the episodes are paced badly, just that I think that these ideas really could have and perhaps even should have had way more time to be explored and expanded.

For example in ‘Rose buds’ there are so many moments that could easily be their own episodes if given the chance:

The ‘Zoomans’ learning to pilot the zoo

Greg and Steven reuniting with the Zoomans

Bringing the zoo to earth

The Zoomans reacting to earth

Freeing the Rose Quartzes

Greg reacting to the Quartzes

Pearl reacting to the Quartzes

Do you see what I mean? they could each be an episode in the original show, but here it’s all just one episode and as a result it feels like it goes by too fast, we don’t get as much time to react and take it all in, to absorb it all. Instead with it all being in one episode it weirdly devalues these moments as just an almost throw away one off episode.

It’s still a good episode, don’t get me wrong but I really do wish that the concepts within it were given more time to breathe.

4. The end of arcs

Ok, now we are getting into bigger stuff. So tell me, did Amethyst and Pearl seem a little different to you? Almost a little too... complacent? Like they didn’t quite react the way you would expect them to? Well that’s because of their character arcs.

In a story, character arcs are very important to making characters interesting and likable, It’s essentially the transformation from what the character was like at the beginning to what they become at the end. Typically through these arcs, characters confront their weaknesses and issues, they tackle their flaws and eventually overcome them.

Now the character arcs in Steven Universe are amazing and I love them, but they have one problem: they are done.

The things is, by the end of ‘Change your mind’ the main crystal gems and even Steven to an extent had been through so much and had confronted all of their biggest flaws and demons that they all just completed their arcs and ended the story as their best selves.

Then in the movie they do something super clever by reverting them all back to default and we get to see how far their arcs have taken them and how much they have changed, it’s simultaneously a brilliant way of addressing their arcs and tying into the theme of change and growing stronger, it’s honestly inspirational from a writing perspective for me.

But then we get to future... where they don’t get the novelty of being rest to zero here, instead they have continued on from where we left them as their perfect selves.

Now I’m happy for the characters, it’s really nice to see them all happy living their best lives, but having flaws as I said helps the characters be relatable and continually interesting, but they really don’t address them here, as... well they’re over it.

Again, in ‘Rose buds’ our old Pearl would have absolutely freaked out at the sight of the Roses, or probably be really mentally scared and messed up... but not here. Here she has gotten over Rose, and while she is still made uncomfortable by the Roses, she is nowhere near as messed up as she could have been once upon a time. It’s nice to see her change so much but it feels off to us now, that’s not how the Pearl we knew would react, and that’s why it feels weird.

5. The plot?

So this is the biggest bit that honestly bothers me the most because I’ve seen other media do the same things and it’s upsetting to see Steven Universe fall into it but, as of right now Steven Universe Future does not have a plot.

I know, I know, that’s a crazy statement to make but hear me out. A plot is an incredibly basic thing that helps bring everything together and to get audiences invested. A plot is essentially made by a goal, the goal does not need to be complicated, it just needs to be something that drives the story along.

In Star Wars, the plot is essentially for the heroes to stop the Empire, It’s pretty broad but it’s still a plot and a goal for the heroes.

In infinity train the main character wants to get off the train and get home.

In JJBA: Golden Wind, Giorno wants to become the boss of the mafia.

In Steven Universe (original series) Steven wants to learn about his gem powers and the crystal gems want to defeat and bubble all the corrupted gems.

And in Steven Universe Future, Steven uh he’s trying to uh... live.... life...?

See what I’m saying here? There is no goal, there is no plot, the story hasn't really started yet, we as an audience don’t have much to hold onto story wise to keep us invested.

“But what about Steven’s new pink powers?” I hear you say. While yes this will very likely tie into the main story at some point, as of right now it’s just a plot thread waiting to be picked up. The main thing is that none of the characters are really following that thread right now, it’s just a thing that’s kind of happening while other stuff is going on.

Imagine if instead of just going “huh cool a new power!” Steven actually went out of his way to pursue this now power and find out what it is, giving him a goal. Or hell even telling the crystal gems about it and giving them something to do, then you can say with confidence that:

‘Steven Universe Future is about Steven trying to find out about his new powers”

Simple as that, but unfortunately as of right now this is not the case.

Like the episodes wouldn’t even have to be all that different, it would just help to know that we had an overall goal in mind and the rest could carry on as usual, just like it has many times in the show.

I am 100% confident that it will become a plot point, but as of the first 4 episodes so far it hasn’t been properly established yet and as a result the episodes feel like they are missing something, it just feels like a slice of life story, but with really intense and interesting ideas, and ultimately, just feels off.

6. Other little bits

This next part is just a list of little random things that are ultimately inconsequential and don’t deserve their own points but might contribute into the overall ‘off’ feeling of the show.

The music does not quite feel to have that Steven Universe charm (Idk about this myself I’m not a music person as much as the person I watched it with who pointed it out.

No musical numbers yet (again a small thing but you think there would be one by now?)

Voice acting a bit off? (could just be me but that sound a little strange, as if they have a new voice director (maybe they do idk))

Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl (they haven't really all been in a scene together yet which feels weird as they always used to be together)

Some character models seem off (probably just me but sometimes characters like Pearl just seem weird in some shots idk)

Steven isn’t quite as jovial? (this is likely intentional for where is character is going, but it’s important to point out as it’s intentionally made to make the viewer feel off about him)

There is likely more that I might add later.

7. Conclusion

So these are the reasons I’ve found that Steven Universe Future might feel a little off from the rest of the show (and movie) It’s entirely possible that you won’t agree with me on anything here and that's fine, these were just my findings and an attempt to rationalize why I feel this way about the show.

Please believe me when I say I want nothing more than for this show to be just as good as the original show if not even better because I honestly love the SU franchise so much. That’s why I made this post, because I want it to be the best that it can be and these are the things that I feel might be holding it back.

Honestly so many of these things are easily addressable and very likely will be! Although my personal prediction is that the actual ‘plot’ won’t properly start until the end of episode 10 as the description for these episodes seem like they are going to be along the same lines as the first 4 eps.

Either way I will be happily watching as the new episodes come out as nothing can stop me from loving Steven Universe at this point, the show has already done so much for me and I will forever love it for that <3

#steven universe future #suf #steven universe #SU #little homeschool #guidance #rose buds #volleyball #jasper #garnet #amethest #pearl #rose quartz #pink pearl

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The King’s New Allergy (1-3/5ish I think?)

Okay this is the last one I’m gonna post for a bit I think. Male, Mer/lin fanfic if you squint maybe, not quite gigantic sneezes but also WILDLY unrealistic in volume.

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I. The Night Watch

“Ha-ehhhh… ehhhhhh… hHHEEEEHHHHHhhh…”

I could practically see the castle walls shaking. I was on the king’s watch, posted just outside his bedchamber. Ordinarily the night’s watch over the king’s chamber was an uneventful, easy enough job. But that was ordinarily. And these were hardly ordinary circumstances.

“hheeeEEHHH! EEEHH! HEH! HEHH! HEHHH!”

“ ‘ere he goes again…” complained Caspian, the guard assigned the watch with me, rolling his eyes, and covering his ears, for all the good it’d do. “Whole castle’ll be wakin’ up five hours early in three… two…”

I did likewise, covering my ears in preparation for the explosion.

“HUUUUUUUHHHHHH…”

“…one…”

“HUUURRRRRRRRRSSSSCCCCHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” The king fairly roared.

I heard more than one started yelp in the aftermath of the king’s sneeze. But those were faint, only perceptible to an elite guard like myself, trained to notice all manner of slight, subtle noises. The king’s sneeze, however, was neither slight, nor subtle. It was a veritable war-cry. Worse than a war-cry, I myself had heard the king’s war-cry and it had nothing on his all-consuming, castle-awakening, sleep-destroying…

“HHHHHAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRSSCCCHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEYYYYYY!!!” Our Vesuvial monarch erupted again, adding an involuntary—surely involuntary, he SWORE up and down it was involuntary—scream to the end, in case the body of the noise hadn’t been sufficient.

“How long y’think ‘e goes on this time, Damien?” Caspian asked, nodding towards me.

Frankly, on the strength of that first wall-rattling sneeze, he was either going to blast the irritation out in four or five full-strength sneezes, or else…

“Sounds like ‘is nose is tickled right good, my friend.” I confessed, shaking my head, “I’m afraid it’ll be a long night for all of us. We’re in for more fits tonight. And he’ll be in a right mood in the morning. It don’t let him sleep anymore than it does the rest of us. If I didn’t know better, I’d think this allergy of the King’s was more than an allergy…”

“AAAAAAAAEEEERRRRRRRRRRSSCCCCHHHHHHHHUUUUHHHHHHHH!!” The nasal bombardments continued, that one less vocal, more nasal, still a wall of sound that surely awoke what precious-few castlefolk had managed to cling to sleep through his first two sneezes.

“Arrrggghhhhh… and you know if ‘e sneezes all nigh’, ‘e’ll prob’ly sneeze half the day too… that’ll be no sleep for us either.”

“Says you,” I replied, “I sleep down in the lower town.”

“You’re telling me, you can’t hear those great big galumphing—“

“AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

“That. You’re telling me you can’t hear that down in the lower town?”

“Well, of course you can. But you know my brother does a bit of the…” I wiggled my fingers a bit, to indicate the forbidden: magic.

“Warded the house ‘ave you? Smart one.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Caspian, you can still hear ‘im if it’s a really big one. But it’s faint, an’ I’m a plenty heavy sleeper when I want to be.”

“HaahHHH… AHHH-HHOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRSSCCCHHHHHHHH!!”

“Gods, that was a big one!” Caspian exclaimed, “Even after all this time, ‘e still shocks me with how big they are. I know it’s a whole ‘thing’ with the royals, the whole sneezing like the thunder thing. Lord knows the princess could rattle the walls good before they married ‘er off to whatever kingdom she’s gone to, but…”

“EEEEHHHHHHTTTSSSSSHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

“But even Princess Eleanor couldn’t compare to this,” I finished for him. And it was true, she couldn’t. None of them could. In fact, before this whole… thing started happening, I’d personally thought the whole “descended of Jupiter with sneezes of the thunder” thing was a great crock of shite. Not that I blamed them of course; royals had to have some mystique to maintain their legitimacy, and the gods know I’d worked under worse kings as a sell-sword, before I found my place here. But still, seemed like another load of royal horseshit. Until a fortnight prior, when the king had been plagued with the most terrible allergy that seized upon him and wrung out of him sneezes that seemed fit to wake the dead… or perhaps to rival the thunder in their volume and violence. It hadn’t been so bad, the first few days. But after that first night, when the allergy refused to leave him, even in his sleep, awaking the king with the most awful irritations—who subsequently woke the entire castle with the most awful sternutations—the people of the castle had been less than enthusiastic, turning to barely-concealed rage. Lack of sleep did that to a castle. It wasn’t every night, of course, and it wasn’t as though the king sneezed constantly through the night, but… it was certainly enough to set the entire castle on edge. And this, the third night in a row? Well, blessed be the gods for gainful employment solely at night.

“AAAAARRRRRCCCHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” The king thundered again.

“That one sounded tuckered out!” Caspian exclaimed, “y’think that means he’ll taper off soon?”

I shook my head. “It was a bit smaller than his usual but… mark me, we’ve got plenty left in this fit of his. If the gods are kind—“

“HHEEEEEEAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR-CCCHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” And there was the loudest sneeze yet, perhaps the loudest I’d heard from him since the whole business began. I nearly jumped in fright, and poor Caspian leapt fully into the air. He was only lucky he stifled his squeal of shock—more than one guard had already been replaced for reacting too noisily to the king’s eruptions. Poor thing. I think it embarrassed the king. He was already suffering, he didn’t need the reminder of how much he was inconveniencing everybody else with his inability to get a hold of his accursed, enormous, explosive, seizing sinuses…

“AAAAAAEEEEEEEEESSSSSCCCCCHHHHHHHHUUUHHHHHH!!”

“If the gods are kind, we’re halfway through. If not… for all we know this fit’ll go straight into the second and we’ll barely get a reprieve for thirty minutes.”

“Gods, I don’t know how you do it.” Caspian said, shaking his head at me, and clutching at his chest, trying to recover from the fright the king had given him. “They really weren’t this bad, during the war? I know you fought in his unit, back when ‘e was just the prince.”

“Oh, well… ‘e sneezed plenty big back then too. Woke us up more than once, tho half the time I think it was on purpose. It was always suspiciously close to time to march. But that…” I shook my head, “that was a bunch of soldiers, sleeping light and sleeping rough, ready for action at any time—you know he had us on the dangerous route, aroun’ through that forest—and sure, ‘e was loud but this is—“

“HHAAAAAAAAA-SHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

“This is different. This is worse than I’ve ever heard ‘im, by far. I heard tell in the old days, if ‘e caught cold, you could hear him, real faint, down in the kitchens. But not like… you know old Caliphrea said it sounded to her like he was right next to her bedside. First night she woke up all ready to curtsey and ask what the king was doin’ in ‘er bedchambers!” I chuckled.

“You don’t think…?” Caspian said, looking at me meaningfully and giving a little wiggle to his fingers.

At last he’d got it. I’d been hinting around at it for a while, but. It wasn’t wise to speak too openly about these things. A little enchantment of a bungalow in the lower town, sure. The occasional herbal pick-me-up, a little help with the chores… that much was fine to speak about. That much had changed, since the bad old days, where magic was concerned. But this? Speculating that the king had been ensorcelled? Especially with something like this, something so close to the mythology that had always surrounded the crown? To attribute it to anything other than the king’s royal blood and manly fortitude (at least in earshot of any of the nobility) was unwise, to say the least. But now that he’d said it, I could reveal a bit more of my thoughts.

“HAAAEEEESSSSHHHHOOOOOOOOOO!!! AEEEEESSCCCCHHHOOOOOOOOO!! HUUHHH… AAAATTTTTTTTTT-CCCHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEYYYYYYYYY!!!”

Or, at least, I could if the king stopped sneezing long enough for me to be heard over the din. And to think this was only his first fit of the night…

— II. The Head Cook

“EEEEEEAAAAAACCCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

Thank the gods I hadn’t bothered to attempt sleep. Five nights running, and my old bones, and my bad health, I think the king’s sneeze might have shocked me into an early grave! Saints and heavens, louder than ever! And the gods know the king would never forgive himself for that, would probably set that sorcerer of his—not that the king’s manservant was to be referred to as a sorcerer, and wasn’t that peculiar, though it’s hardly the first not-entire-secret-secret that’s gone around this old castle, including the nasty business about the king’s own mother… oh dear me I’m rambling. Well in any case, I’d die of fright, he’d send down the sorcerer to save me and before I knew it I’d find myself an undead cook, cursed to make the king’s favorite pastries for all eternity. Which, after some consideration, doesn’t sound all that bad, especially if the sorcerer fixed my aching hip. I quite like making pastries.

“Ms Caliphrea… ’e’s off again!” Tarran said, as she shuffled into the kitchen, still in her nightgown, looking harried and upset. I should never have told that girl she was my favorite of the maids—she was always seeking me out, more and more since the King’s booming sneezes had started up. She was a sweet girl, but somehow in the evenings she never had the energy to help me mix dough and cut tarts.

“Worse ’n last night!” I said, commiserating as I poured the milk and sugar in with the flour, shortly before the king proved me right with a great thundering

“HHHHHHHAAAEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSHHHHH!!!”

You really could hear him just as clear as bell, as if he’d been right next to me. Though clear as a bell might’ve been something of an understatement. The king’s sneezes—

“HHHERRRRRRRRAAAAAAASSSCCCCHHHHHEEEWWWWW!!!”

—were more like standing inside a great cathedral bell as it was being rung, filling your whole head with sound, resounding and resounding til it was all you could even think of. At least, that’s what they were like lately. The good King’s never been a quiet sneezer, that I can say with a great deal of confidence. Even when he was still the Prince and not a crowned and holy King, he’d still sneeze loud enough that I could hear down in the kitchens. Of course, then his chamber was right above the kitchens, even if a few floors of the castle above. And it was loud, true. (Although I might exaggerate the tale a bit, that’s my right as a matriarch of this castle!) But back then he wasn’t being heard in the lower town, I know that; no one sneezes that loud. Or no one did, because these days…

“EEEEEEEAAAACCCCCCHHHHOOOOOOOOOO!!!! HAAAAAACCCCHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!! HHHHAAAEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

“Auuggghhh…” Tarran moaned, “I’m just so tiiiiiiired, mum. I don’t mean to complain but…” She flopped down onto the counter, rather dramatically. I must’ve been tired myself because I’d ordinarily scold her for such behavior, but I just nudged her over a bit, so I could get at the rolling pin. The first dough, that I’d made earlier in the night, would be rested and ready to roll out soon.

“But it’s just… does the King have to sneeze so loudly?” she whined, “I’m half-deaf, mum! And my sis, she works in the stables and she says it frights the horses so they’ve got to keep someone to the stables all the time and if his sneezin’ didn’t wake the stablehands as much as it does the horses…”

“He can’t help it, you know that,” I said, giving her a gentle pat on the head. “If he would, he could. The King loves his people. You know he’d do anything to make things better for us. I’ll bet the king has tried five or six times to exile himself til he gets his sneezing under control. But we need him here—”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-EEEERRRRRRRRSSSSCCCHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

“MERCY!” I yelped, “that was a loud one even for ‘im! Must’ve been brewing in there for a while… now what was I saying, Tarran?”

“Blah blah blah he’s a good king and he loves us and we need him here. I don’t care, mum, I just wanna sleep!”

“Now Tarran—”

“HHHEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRSSCCCCHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-AAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!”

The king sneezed again, with a scream at the end that rattled like the thunder. In fact, that’s exactly what it sounded like, like the King was a one-man storm, like a clap of thunder…

“Mum?” Tarran asked, tapping at my shoulder. “Mum, you were saying?”

“I was… I was saying…”

“HEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSCCCHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” The King sneezed again.

“Tarran. Tarran, have I ever told you the tale of our royal family and the great gods of Olympus?”

“The great who’s of a-what-ness??”

“The gods of Olympus… Jupiter, the King of the gods. Our royal family is descended from the god of…”

“AAAAAAAAARRRRRREEEEEESSSSSCCCCCHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Louder still. It seemed that the King’s roars were louder than thunder, louder than ever…

“Tarran… in the morning… go and fetch the physician, will you? Tell him that old Caliphrea wants to see em. Tell ‘im it’s important, and to come right away.”

“YYYEEEEEESSSCCCCHHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! HEEEESSCCHHOOOOOOOOOO!!! AAAAARRRREEESCCCHHHHH!!! HEESSCCCCHHHH!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYEEEEEESSCCCCCHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

“Oh by the gods!” Tarran exclaimed. “How is he doing that? If I sneezed that loud I’d… I’d blow up! It’s impossible! D’ye hear that mum? How are any of us supposed to sleep with the King storming away up there…”

I put an arm around her, going back to rolling out my dough before cutting it and putting it in the oven. The storm was over for now, you could always tell after a big fit of sneezes like that. “There there child. Run along now and catch some sleep before he starts up again. You know the King’s manservant has been called back to the castle; between him and that old physician of ours, we’ll have the King fixed right up in no time, isn’t that right?”

“Yes mum. I’m sorry… I don’t mean to speak ill of the King I’m just… I’m just so tired…”

“So run along now, and get your rest. Odds are he’ll start up again before the sun rises. Get in your winks while you can.”

“Yes mum. I hope it’s a long time before he starts up again this time. Me poor ears can’t take much more!” She whined, giving one last forlorn look back at me before she slunk back to her chambers for a bit of rest.

For me, I had plotting to do. I knew the old physician knew of the stories, the legend of the power of Jupiter and all that. All us of a certain age knew the fairytale. But not all have been in this castle as long as I have. Not all remember how the stories can come true. And besides, I had baking to do! And he was going to start up again soon. If I needed my rest, I’d take it during the day while the maids spread the food throughout the castle. Of course, the King had taken to sneezing more and more during the day as well… but with any luck, between my old stories and the physician, and the King’s sorcerer heading back this way… hopefully our nightly disruptions—and our exhausted King—would be set right soon enough.

“Sneezin’! Of all things, sneezin’!” I chuckled to myself, “Well, wonders never cease around here. I’ve certainly seen worse.” I murmured as I cut the dough and carried it towards the ovens. — Bugger. Blighter. Codswollop. Addlepate. Nincompoop. Stubborn old never-changing know-it-all arrogant clotpole of a king!

“AAAAEEEEEEEESSSSCCHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

And damn near the most attractive man in the whole history of the planet!

It was enough that he’d lied, said he was fine, said it was just a little allergy, said it was no worry at all if I went out on a quest, said he’d deal with it, said he’d solve the issue just fine on his own… and never even bothered to think that he might keep up the entire kingdom! That was all enough, but that the problem I was now—finally—called upon to solve was so gods damned distracting…

“HHHHAAAAAAARRRRRRAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

“Bloody hell, they’ve gotten louder! Ohhh, you don’t know how much you’re helping me with this sleeping draught, er, I mean, this sleeping medicine." The old villager assured me. And ordinarily I would be gracious and more than glad to help but right now all I could offer him was a distracted,

“Oh, yes, of course, uh…”

For all I knew, he was nattering on in the background, joking about the draught or magic or the sneezes but oh the sneezes were all I could focus on, all I could think about, waiting for the next one to strike wondering how each one was impossibly louder than the last, standing on edge, hoping I’d be able to hide my reaction to the next gigantic, impossible, ridiculous, practically supernatural:

“WWWWWWHHHHHHHHAAAAAAASSSSSHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEYYYYYY!!”

“Bloody hell, he’s putting me on!” The words leapt from my throat before I could contain them but by all the gods if it didn’t seem like he was making them louder, more vocal, more desperate just for me…

I had to get out of here, preferably without visibly adjusting myself.

“Alright, so nice to talk to you but I’m afraid I’ll have to go, of course I’m glad to help you, as the King’s Right Hand it’s my duty to help everyone in the kingdom but especially our beloved capitol citizens and..”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAASSSSHHHH-HHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

“Oh by all the gods that was a bellow, he’s practically roaring them…” I bit my fist. Apparently whatever cursed robbed him of control of his nose left my mouth similarly uncontrollable. Who would have thought I’d ever have a secret to conceal from the people more than the magic? And yet, here I was shuffling out of a house, grateful for once for the abundance of robes our damned “apothecary” insisted I wear, because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could restrain myself from reacting to the constant eruptions coming from the throne room, where I knew he was attempting to hold court, but couldn’t because his nose, his beautiful nose, his itching, twitching, out-of-control, world wonder of a nose wouldn’t let him conduct state business, was more demanding, more powerful even than a king, forcing him to surrender every few moments to another magically-amplified:

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAARRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

He was always a loud sneezer. I wouldn’t say that was the first thing that attracted him to me. No, that wouldn’t even be true. But I wouldn’t lie and say I didn’t notice it either. He’d get colds, back when I was his manservent, and I would tend to him and try so hard to pretend every great galumphing roar of a sneeze didn’t make me want to swoon. And the servants, the kitchen staff, even the knights would laugh and joke that he had the sneezes of thunder, that they could hear him all over the castle and into the lower town, well… it might have been a joke then, but it certainly wasn’t now. Neither the range of his boistrous sternutations, nor their thunderous source.

“AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRAAASSSSSSSHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

“Gods!” I cried out, unable to restrain it. The townsfolk would think, there goes the King’s Right Hand, as annoyed with him as the rest of us are. But annoyance was as far from my mind as the King was from his senses when he sent me away, in the midst of what I knew was not some ordinary ailment. Even before they’d grown to their present titanic scope, I knew there was something unusual about this new allergy of his, something stronger, deeper. I almost felt my magic react—of course, I figured it wasn’t exactly my magic that was pulling me to stay with him, care for him. These things can be hard to tell apart. Apparently it was both.

Was it three? Five? Ten? Twelve? Seventeen? more roaring sneezes he released on my walk from the lower town up to the castle? I couldn’t keep track, distracted by how desperately I wanted to go either to him, or to my chambers; to comfort him, or to relieve the ever-mounting tension I felt every time he—

“HHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSCCCHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

“By the ancient—!” another bitten off curse. It was as though I was walking through a wall of sound. The shockwave of his sneeze felt as though it bodily pushed me back, washed over me like a wave. Was it my magic that was tingling my skin or was it just… me? These things could be hard to tell apart. But no, no time to focus on that. How ironic that this of all things would be the most successful attack on the kingdom in years, practically decades. How could anyone have known between his pride and my predilections, we would find this perhaps the hardest to break of all known curses?

I had trained. Trained ceaselessly, trained til I had control over my magic that I could only have dreamt of as a younger man. (And did, actually). And as such, ordinarily breaking such a curse—powers of the ancient gods notwithstanding—would be… well, if not child’s play, certainly achievable. But as desperately as I focused on the needs of our Kingdom, there was always a tendril, and edge of my dumb desire, that I could not will into the spell. To break a curse like the King’s “allergy,” one bound up in centuries old magics even I knew more by feel than by fact, would take all my concentration, all my will. But I could not bend all my will to the containment of these eruptions he called sneezes, not when there was still a part of me that found nothing in all the world more attractive.

But I had to put that out of my mind as I passed through the castle halls. I was approaching our apothecary’s chambers. My old Druid rival, turned a friend. Still, friend though he might be, I knew better than to trust him with a secret like the real reason I was unable to break this curse—the mockery might literally never end. Still, I had to suppress a shudder when the King sneezed just as I passed by the Audience Chamber, where he was still doing his best to conduct offical business.

“W-we shall not see a rihhHHHH… riiHHHHHHHHHHHH… HIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHH…”

I couldn’t help my curiosity, couldn’t help but peer in to see a chamber full of petitioners and nobles, scribes and scholars, openly bracing themselves, covering their ears, looking at the King’s working, flaring, twitching nostrils as though they were facing down a lance at a tourney, hunkering down in the hopes that their ears would survive another:

“HHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Oh by the g-gaaaAHHHH… gods I… I’m s-sorryaaaAAHHHHHH… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSCCCCCHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Damn! No rise in the tahhh… tax… oh…”

He sounded so pitiful, so miserable, so utterly at the mercy of the tickle in his nose. The sneezes sounded as though they were wrenched from him, and I cursed myself for my weakness—surely my love for him ought to be strong enough that all of my being would spare him this suffering. Surely that love ought to outweigh that tendril of silly, foolish desire…

“RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH-EEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!”

I couldn’t stand this much longer, caught between the pleasure of the sight and the torment of my powerlessness, not before the King’s new allergy, but before my own stubborn selfishness. Whoever managed to work this curse, to channel the magicks of the King’s bloodline in such a frankly ridiculous way, surely they never could have suspected they would practically grind royal business to a halt, since the king could hardly get through three sentences without succumbing to sneezes that shook the castle to its foundations.

I could only hope that the apothecary had a remedy where I did not. I suspected I was still red in the face when I arrived at his chambers, to see him standing outside, smirking.

“I see you took some time to check on our monarch and his nasal bombardments,” he drawled, smirk never fading.

I could have asked him how precisely he knew I had taken such time, but I knew that was a question I would do decidedly better not to ask. “Yes, I have.” I replied tersely.

“Oh, the King’s Right Hand is too austere and wise for a bit of ribbing from the Court Physician I see. Alright, alright, we’ll play this your way.” He said, as he ushered me into his chambers. I could hear the laugh in his voice, and despite my very firm pledge never to use magic to harm, or for selfish ends, I quite wanted to curse him into silence. Although that would prevent him from telling me about his remedy, assuming he had one.

“Yes, of course, I have a solution. Never thought I’d be the one to solve a magical malady with you around but I suppose this is why it never hurts to have a backup, hm?” He said, mirth still dancing around his eyes. I perhaps would have succumbed to a desire to at least place a mild hex on him but of course, the King intervened with a—

“EEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRAAAAASSSSSSSHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

It would be undignified, and untrue, to say I had to stifle a moan. It was just surprise.

“Ah, I see the typhoon still rages.” He said, looking up at me under coy eyelashes. “Well, it won’t for much longer, as I have devised a solution!”

I wanted to scream at him to get on with it, but frankly I didn’t trust my voice as another great cracking “HHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSCCCCCCCCCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” lascerated the air.

“So, we know that you are unable to directly attack this curse. And while there are rituals I could perform—very lengthy and painful rituals which I would not at all enjoy—” his curving lips belied that statement but beyond a raised eyebrow I did not dare comment, “that would separate our King from the ancient Olympian magicks that echo through his bloodline. Oh, pause for thunder!”

“AAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

I wanted to ask him how he knew that the King was about to sneeze yet again, but so often with the Druid it was better not knowing.

“In any case, while I could accomplish such a ritual, the consequences on our King’s temperament, abilities, and frankly his sheer dumb luck may be unpredictable. Whatever silly hedgewitch stumbled her way into this curse was dealing in forces far beyond her comprehension or abilities. In all likelihood, all of this involves nothing more than an enchantment on some pollenating plant or other that causes the pollen to excite the Olympian magicks with which our King is imbued. All that energy excited, with nowhere to go, what can it do but release. At this point, the King is probably less responding to an allergy than releasing pure Olympian magick in the only way his body knows how. Which I suppose is better than him manifesting lightning bolts, or perhaps the magic itself tearing him in two. Or three. Or five. Or any number of pieces, really, given the nature of wild mag—”

I was about to interrupt him, to demand he get to the point, but of course the King’s nose did it for me: “HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

That one seemed to be the loudest yet. Maybe this theory of magic all riled up with nowhere to go was true. And whatever the magic was, it seemed to be more and more riled by the second.

“So!” he said, either brought back on track by the King’s exp,losion or the impatience he saw on my face, “we could track down the agent causing the reaction, which would presumably involve exposing the King successively to every flower that grows in the nearby region to see which most excites the Olympian allergy, rather than the King’s ordinary sensitivities to pollen, which in turn would involve some sort of measure both of magic and of, well volume…” he continued, his smirk back and wider by the second. He wanted some sort of reaction. I wouldn’t give him one. If I could summon a yawn for myself, I would.

“But then again, the exposure might excite the Olympian magicks too much and well we’ve already discussed the possibilities there… in any case, after much thought, I have finally come to the correct conclusion! It will require your assistance, of course, although in a roundabout way, as you seem to experience some sort of… disability… when it comes to this particular magical circumstance. Our issue is that the King’s wild magick needs somewhere to go. So we shall simply tell it to go to you!”

“To me?!” I couldn’t help but blurt. I had done my best to stay stoic during his explanation—any reaction risked revealing too much—but this was too much. “You mean, when the King sneezes… forever, it will… send ancient Olympian magic into me?”

“Well, not forever. Over time it will… hm… it will establish a flow with your magic. A sort of… channel for the magic to travel. So rather than release in a sort of uncontrollable, violent…”

“HHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

“…that,” he chuckled, “rather than that, if his magic is excited, it will simply flow into your infinite supply of magic, of which it is already, in some sense, a part. And presumably if you are in regular and close contact with the King, which, as his Right Hand you must be, the magic will naturally flow back to him, in gradual, manageable amounts, which shouldn’t cause such a—”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!”

“--dramatic reaction.”

I couldn’t help but lean against the counter for a moment, as I felt my knees give a bit with that last sneeze. I still had reason to doubt the Druid, although his plan made sense. And he truly was an ally, he’d proven that a thousand times over. Still, his alliegence—as he regularly made plain—was not to our King, much less to our Kingdom, and still less to me, in any real way. His alliegance was to prophecies, to the Old Religion, and some role that my magic—not me, but my magic—supposedly played in their Grand Design. But at present I could have given a flying codswollop about a grand design. All I wanted was to be at the King’s side, and sooner rather than later. And I wanted this problem solved. So…

“Alright. How soon can the remedy be prepared?”

“I’ll need a list of herbs…” he said, brandishing a rather long scroll, “how would you like to relive your former days are the physician’s apprentice, and help me gather these? I couldn’t possibly entrust it to anyone else, and it will help the spell for you to have as much proximity to the ingredients as poss—”

I did indulge myself in a bit of magic to summon the scroll from his hand. I may or may not have also indulged myself in sticking my tongue out at him. Which of course only promptly caused me to bite said tongue when another great rushing

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRCCCHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

—resounded through the castle. The Druid’s face remained placid, smirk constant, but I could tell inside he was quaking with laughter.

“Alright, alright, I’ll gather your ingredients. Just… help him. Please.”

“Of course I shall. I am ever at your service.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it.” I muttered, as I turned to go, already scanning the scroll for the list of elements needed for this remedy.

“Hm, what was that?”

“HHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

“Sorry, couldn’t hear you over all that, gotta go!”

And with that I rushed from the Druid’s chambers. I suspected I heard a chortle through the closed door.

#snz story #snz fic #male allergies #snz fanfic if you squint maybe #not... really gigantic sneezes?#but like still wildly unrealistic and highly fanciful #super loud sneezes I guess?

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luminousnotmatter · 4 years

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Answer the questions and tag people you want to know better

Name: Clara

Nickname: I don’t have, like, a short-form-version-of-my-name-type-nickname but I’ve kind of always wanted one hehe. My family sometimes calls me Miss Boo or Boo, and Cricket.....I have a dear friend who calls me Duck.... you can make a nickname up for me and use it if you want, I love nicknames. ^u^

Zodiac: Jake Gyllenhaal. That’s Tracy’s answer but I’m keeping it because it’s perfect and makes me laugh.

Height: 5'5″. I made it to my goal of being taller than my mother. *fistpumps* Is it only by one inch? Maybe.

Languages: English, sarcasm, movie quotes, and I can recognize some numbers and maybe a dozen words in Spanish.

Nationality: American

Favourite Season: Autumn and Spring. The beautiful transition of both, the transformations in nature and the atmosphere and people’s moods.... *dreamy sigh* ❤ Autumn would probably win if I was forced to pick between the two.

Favourite Flower: Oh, my friends. SO MANY. Peonies and sunflowers and roses and daisies and ranunculus and lilacs and dahlias and camellias and tulips and hollyhocks and zinnias and daffodils and irises and black eyed susans and violets and pansies and apple blossoms and cherry blossoms and wisteria and lilies and magnolias and dogwood flowers and sweetpeas and lavender and foxgloves and poppies and delphiniums and forsythia and and and and I just love all the flowers. ^u^ ❤

Favourite Animal: I love animals, period, with a few exceptions, but dogs and horses and cats have always been especially special to me. ❤

Favourite Scent: Again. So many. !!!! I really like warm scents? Like baked goods and comfort food and my dog’s fur and chocolate and the smell of my home....but I also really enjoy citrusy aromas too. Lemon, lime, orange, grapefruit. And then there’s sun-dried laundry....and lavender, lilacs....and the ocean....the smell of rain....the forest...... I’m a real sensory person so I could be here for a g e s.

Favourite Fictional Character: Eggsy Unwin, y’all. ❤ But then Steve Rogers and Sam Winchester too. ❤

Tea/Coffee/Hot Chocolate: Tea please. ^u^ Though I do love me some hot chocolate. Coffee is whatever.

Average Sleep: Ehhhh…..idk.....7 hours?? It really depends on how well my self-control is operating on a given night haha, though right now I mostly have the freedom to sorta cover those poor choices by sleeping in, what with quarantine and all. :P

Favourite Colour: Yellow is my very favorite, but I just love colors in general.

Dogs or Cats: Dogs. But see favorite animal answer.

Number of Blankets: That I own?? That I sleep under?? Be specific, Tumblr. ;) I sleep under a sheet, a duvet on top of that, and I throw a quilt on if it’s real cold. But I really enjoy being cozy and have a fairly decent collection of other various blankets.

Dream Trip: The UK, Ireland, Hawaii with Tracy please ❤, I’ve always dreamed of roadtripping the U.S, France, Italy, NZ, Australia...y’know....basically everywhere. The more history there is in a place the more I wanna visit.

Blog Established: Oh man. I’ve been on here since...2013. Holy crap? Had one url (shoutout to pearlsinaclamshell you’re still mine and you’re still special to me) and many loves for the first 6 years and then late last summer Taron Egerton happened to me and nothing’s been the same since tbh.

Random Fact: I have curly hair and a pretty freakin good? good singing voice. #TwoFactsForThePriceOfOne

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Hetero

Harry Potter Moral Compass: I’m not even going to dignify this confounding question with a response. Once again, stealing my Brain Twin’s response because same.

Where Are You From? California, U.S.A.

Why Did You Start This Blog? So many good and important and wonderful reasons haha. ^u^ To share an AU Fic idea with Tracy. To be a part of a sweet, fun, beautiful, talented group of humans from all over the world who loved a thing I loved as much as I did. I stay because that sense of sweet community and togetherness is always here through shifting loves, and for new friends and old. I’m here because of the openness to love and freak out over and babble about and crush on the things and people I love and freak out over and babble about and crush on with as much vivacity and passion and silliness and loudness as I please with zero judgement because we’re all trash for Our Fave(s) and it’s a beautiful wonderful amazing thing. ❤ Sister Wife, your answer was so much more succinct and eloquent than this ramble-fest what the heck.

Most Recent Album Played: Dude, I don’t even know....I’ve been listening to playlists and Pandora stations so much today and lately...…I think my Elton John Diamonds disc 1, which is like a greatest hits album basically, and the first disc of it is my favorite. ^u^ ^u^ ^u^

Thanks for the tag, My Girl! @taronunwin ❤I nominate my Sweet T @djjarindin My Pineapple @noturbaby, if you gals wanna participate. ❤

#taronunwin #djjarindin #noturbaby #Clara Can Talk #Clara Answers Questions #I Wrote This #This was really fun! :D #Makes me want to do more of it haha.#Also Taylor listen I came up with that nickname right off the cuff there buT IT WORKS SO WELL I KINDA ADORE IT??? SWEET TEA #YOU'RE SOUTHERN #AND THE SWEETEST THING EVER BASICALLY.....please may I call you that? Please? ❤❤#Also also: thinking about how long I've had my blog #considering the past and such #it kinda lowkey made me miss sharing my writing on here?#So....like....should I go back to doing that? Idkidk what do you guys think?#And finally: it's possible I love the strikethrough feature a bit too much hahahaha

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battcries-included · 4 years

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SHIPPING INFO // Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

REPOST. Don’t reblog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

I have several, actually

FrostIron. Straight up. (or, yknow, gay up)

Pepperony

Cyber Husbands (JARVIS and Tony)

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Anything and everything. Smuts are hard to write though and may get dropped/fade to black without warning because whoo anxiety/trauma.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

Ehhhh, that’s sort of difficult to explain. if the older person knew the younger growing up, it makes me uncomfortable. Those scenarios feel too much like a grooming situation for me to be comfortable writing it on tumblr. There are some fucked up things i’m open to writing on other platforms, but not publicly where they can be seen and consumed by at risk persons or minors. .

Are you selective when shipping?

Yeah, but I also know pretty quickly if something is shippable for me, so I jump on ships fast.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

Pretty much the moment “private” parts are discussed it’s nsfw. If you’d get in trouble for reading it on a company pc on a lunch break, it’s NOT. SAFE. FOR. WORK. and needs to be tagged.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

Chemistry is god here, so these are not up for auto-ships or anything, but.. Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Dr Strange and T’Challa are all possibilities I can see.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Yes, please. Write with me. Build the chemistry. Flirt a little. Whatever. But don’t just assume our muses are romantically involved. Maybe your muse can ask Tony out, or wait til he asks your muse out. Or just TALK TO ME. Also for the love of GOD don’t send me memes that insinuate Tony is dating your muse if it hasnt been talked about between us. One night stands/smut memes do NOT make a relationship.

How often do you like to ship?

Far, far too often.

Are you multiship?

100%.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

I wouldn’t say ship obsessed, but I definitely have a LOT of ships. Most of which are with my best friend. Outside of them, however, I’m pretty selective, and would say I’m much closer to ship more-or-less. .

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

That’s really tough. I’m no good at picking single favorites. Probably a tie between my ship with @soulstcne and my CyberHusbands ship with @theirvoices

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Chat with me about it.

Tagged by: I stole it from @heroicintention Tagging: Anyone who wants to~!

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ryncorrect · 5 years

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university!au: day6 jae

following my uni!au with young k (idk how to link my own post asbajdnskmd im Dumb) so here another one with jae lol i think im gonna make one for each one of them buttttttt no promise bc my brain works in a very mysterious way LOL

anyway leggo

warning: this is lame lmaooooo

name: park jaehyung / jae

major: politic science

other activities: guitarist (and sometimes vocalist) of university band, member of music club, founder and leader of LOL SQUAD

everyone knows that tall skinny guitarist of the band i mean he’s hard to ignore tbh

he always wears loose T-shirt, ripped jeans, a cap that he puts backward, and round big specs to campus

professors hate his ripped jeans but can’t really say anything because oh well style doesn’t define someone’s grades and boy, does this kid actually get some braincells in him

well i mean at least he never fails his classes

he has this giant LOLSQUAD badge on his backpack because he’s proud af of his title as the club founder and leader

he actually started that club so he could to brag about his gaming skill to everyone who wanted to listen but he ends up getting his ass handed to him every single time they play together smh

if he’s not in class or hanging out with his game buddies, he can be seen following that Popular Student™ kang younghyun or as jae prefers to call him, “brian” or “brIBRI” because they both joined music club and are in the band

yes yes he’s well known and easy to spot

but…

“jae? park jaehyung?? who???”

everyone refers to him as “that foreigner student”, “the American guy” or “the gamer guy”, or my favorite: “chicken little”

i will never let that joke die im sorry but seriously he looks like chicken when he plays his guitar on the stage don’t @ me

there are only like 5 students in the whole university who know his actual name

anyways in this scenario you’ve always been interested in playing guitar but haven’t gotten a chance to learn and your friend kim wonpil invites you to join music club so you’ll have friends to practice with

“you know our jaehyungie, right? he’s really chill, you’ll get along well with him!!”

deep inside you’re like

who the heck is jaehyung

but wonpil is so excited to have you there so the next week you come to the club meeting

you introduce yourself to everyone and finally you meet him

“ohmygod the chicken little!!”

“whO THE HECK ARE YOU CALLING THAT”

“sorry- i mean the chicken guitarist- wait no-”

he glares at you, you laugh instead

scaring the new member challenge: failed

but yeah you’d seen him performing before and honestly you almost decided to become his fan

a l m o s t

at first he (jokingly) refuses to teach you guitar because you called him chicken little

and since then you keep calling him that just to mess with him

“hi chicken little”

“what’s poppin chicken little”

“why do you look so flustered, chicken little? do i make you nervous??”

he turns red chicken little is now an angry bird “gO AWAY NEWBIE YOU’RE SO ANNOYING”

jae’s a foreigner but he speaks fluent korean

he tells you that even though he was born and grew up in america he always speaks the language with his parents

but of course since he lives abroad there are lots of words or slang he doesn’t know, so you gotta be an ass and slip some difficult words when you speak to him

he gets his revenge by replying to you in english

whenever you two are having an argument (usually over stupid things) everyone in the club suddenly gets headache

wtf they’re not even making any sense

besides music, jae is the most excited when talking about LOL or social topics because well his major

honestly idk much about politic science so cmiimw

one time someone asks for his opinion about social welfare and he ends up starting a sudden debate session with the said person about social welfare programs in south korea and america and the difference between both countries

you mention human rights and he sNAPS

i mean he gives a full 15 mins speech about it

“yknow what im sayin?”

“dude… i honestly don’t get it at all”

because he be speaking in full english like wat

he’s just so passionate about everything it’s almost adorable

a l m o s t

and it’s not only his passion but also his small eyes, his laugh, his voice, or the way he occasionally lifts his head to look at you while playing guitar and you smile and he smiles because you smile first shnshsbshs soft

even the corners of his lips are so cute wow

oh fuck im emo i love him

but you adore him just as a good friend

he’s always been bubbly and friendly with everyone, not just you, so yeah it’s really easy to fall for him but you assure yourself that you’re nOT

are we having “in denial” shit again omg im so uncreative

anyway fast forward it’s ur birthday!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYY

you decide to throw a small party at your place and invite 5 or 6 of your closest friends but damn on the d-day it rains so hard

if ur bday falls on winter then change it to snowing hard, if it’s spring then maybe there’s strong wind or something, whatever suits you fam lol

so no one comes to your party lol you are Sad

BUT THEN!!!! JAE SHOWS UP!!!!!

PARK JAEHYUNG

OUT OF ALL PEOPLE

no you didn’t invite him because idk

are we really that close??? ehhhh he probably won’t come anyway haha why bother

BUT!!!! HE SHOWS UP!!! IN FRONT OF YOUR DOOR!!!

he’s carrying an umbrella but it didn’t really help apparently because he’s soaking wet

imagine that view i mean nvm

“i happened to be near here and i remember it’s your birthday today so i think i’m gonna drop by to say hi and suddenly it’s raining too hard on the way but anyway happy birthday can you let me in first i’m cold”

ofc you let jae in i mean we can’t let the chicken catch the flu amirite

but you warn him that he’ll have to leave before 11 or your RA will kick you both out the dorm lol

after a towel, two cups of hot tea, and one shared piece of chocolate cake, you told him you were supposed to have a small party tonight but no one could make it because of the rain and he’s like “hOW DARE YOU HAVING A PARTY BUT NOT INVITING ME I THOUGHT WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL” and you’re just like “lol shut up chicken here eat more cake”

anyways you two spend time joking and talking about random stuff and it’s probably not the best birthday ever but at least you don’t have to spend it alone and to be honest you’re happy that he’s here

then jae pulls out his ultimate weapon

i mean his guitar

he was soaking wet but the guitar is clean and dry and all fine like hoW EVEN

“priorities” -park jaehyung

he said he gonna play a song of your choice because he came empty handed and he feels bad about it

you blush and pick whatever song comes to your mind because you can’t really think of any, and he starts strumming his guitar and sings

and while he keeps looking at you, you find yourself too can’t take your eyes off him

the song ends and you’re about to clap your hands when he suddenly starts another one

wait you’ve never heard this song before

it’s a slow song and the lyrics are all like, the sky turns dark on the birthday of the brightest star so that it’ll be the only light in his world, how he feels regretful that he has nothing to give but his small heart, and he hopes that this lovely person will hold his hand as they listen to this song together, that this lovely person will feel warm beside him

guys just imagine the song okay i can’t Romance

it’s dead silent until you whisper, “is that… a song for me?”

jae’s face turns red and he starts panicking™ like “i made up the lyrics just now okay i know it’s fricking sappy and cheesy as hell okay i just uhhh want to cheer you up!!!! because you seem kinda down!!!!! let’s not talk about this again uGh WhatEvER leT Me LIvE!!!!!”

but you chuckle and thank him, it was the best present you can get from anyone

you two stare at each other for a second that feels like years and he finally breaks the silence, “you know,,, maybe i came here on purpose,,, maybe actually i want to see you,,,”

“and why is it?”

“because i think,,, i miss you,,, kinda”

and you don’t say this out loud but maybe you do know that

even if you say you’ll never

in fact you’ve already fallen for him a bit

or perhaps a lot

like a lot

then he leans in to kiss your lips and you kiss back and it’s almost not awkward at all, it just feels right as if you’ve kissed him million times before

a l m o s t

you two still blush real hard after

but yeah that’s how you two start dating

none of you two tell anyone about it but it’s pretty obvious, i mean jae always picks you up at your dorm, he walks with you to your class or vice versa (if your classes don’t overlap tho), you two keep stealing glances at each others, also—

jae with you: “hey,,,, come here sit with me u3u,,,,, did you have lunch??? oh i wrote a song last night check this out,,,, what are you gonna do this saturday? oml you’re so cute”

jae with everyone else: “HAHAHAHA FUCKING FUCK SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING PRICK ALSO BRIAN FUCKING KANG IF YOU STEAL MY FUCKING FRIES AGAIN I WILL LITERALLY SNAP YOUR FUCKING NECK”

welp actually he’s not always sweet with you, sometimes you two still argue about silly things using mixed languages but now everyone in the club knows better to just run away once it begins

because it’ll end up with you two fighting or you two kissing

yes im nasty and a disappointment bye

btw wonpil is excited af it’s almost like he’s dating you both

“it’s really nice seeing you two finally together!!!!!!! especially because jaehyung really couldn’t shut up about you ever since the first day you joined our music club”

“wait wha-”

“YOU SNAKE THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET FUCK OFF”

I’m so in love with park jaehyung y'all hsnshsbsh aNYWAYS!!! 100 blocks limit has lifted from tumblr app AYEEEEE

#day6 #jae #park jaehyung #day6 imagines #day6 scenarios #day6 fanfic #day6 reactions #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #this is embarassing smh #bye

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