#sorry for getting emotional over frog show

[spookyrus-writes-sometimes]

Amphibia was incredible.

I wasn't going to give it a chance at first. The premise was silly to me, and the few season 1 episodes I caught now and then didn't do anything for me. But I heard talk and saw fan art, saw that so many people loved these characters dearly, and that pushed me to see the show through. And I am so glad that I did.

The story of Anne, Sasha, and Marcy's relationship is so real and so near and dear to my heart. The tragedy of their imperfect love for each other is beautiful, and that alone made me fall in love with this show. That all three would do anything for each other, whether it's make terrible mistakes or change for the better, is the true love that I so desperately long to experience. They're cartoon characters, but they're written so real. They're so, so important to me.

Of course there are things that I would have done differently, and things that I wish could have been explored more. I feel that a number of the slice of life episodes drag, especially in season 1, and it hurts the show's pacing. I vehemently loathe season 3's aversion to addressing Sasha and Marcy until it's their time to show up for the plot. I feel that Darcy was severely underutilized. I wish we could have seen more of Sasha and Marcy's calamity powers. I wish we had seen more of Andrias's relationship with Leif and Barrel. I really don't like that the day was saved by a plot device only introduced in the final episode.

And I never, EVER would have written an ending as tragic as the one we got. I'm afraid of unhappy endings, of leaving things unresolved or on an unidealistic note. Of course we all wish that the worlds hadn't been cut off. It hurts to know that Anne will never get to see Sprig and Polly grow up, that Grime will never get to see just how far Sasha has come, that Marcy will never get to have the familial relationship with Olivia and Yunan that they deserved. It's especially hard to know that even after everything they've been through together, Anne, Sasha, and Marcy still drifted apart. It's so, so hard to say goodbye. So hard to accept that not everything gets a perfect, happy ending, wrapped up in a neat little bow. That sometimes things change, not always for the better, and all you can do is remember and move on.

It's not a perfect ending. But in a lot of ways, I feel it's the perfect ending for Amphibia.

Amphibia is not and was never an escapist fantasy. It's clearly a story very personal to its creator, one that aims to share some of the hard truths he's learned in his life. Amphibia is a story about love and loss and how those things change you, how you improve and become stronger for those you love, and what you'll give for them. But it doesn't try to convince us that love can conquer anything, because it can't. Sometimes, no matter how hard it is, you have to say goodbye. I think that's a really important lesson, not just for the audience, but for the characters.

Anne will never forget Sprig, Polly, and Hop Pop, and they'll never forget her. They changed each other for the better, and their lives are better for it, even if they can't be together anymore. Maybe Anne, Sasha, and Marcy didn't get to be together forever, maybe life led them in different directions, but their love for each other still made them better people. And maybe it's enough to know that despite everything, no matter how far apart they are, their love will always find each other.

And if that isn't enough, well, we'll always have fan fiction.

I know that my passion for this show will fade, just like it did for all the shows before it. But I will never forget the feelings Amphibia made me feel, and I truly believe that Reunion, (especially) True Colors, and The Hardest Thing will go down as some of my all-time favorite episodes of television. I know that the story of Amphibia is one that will change my approach to storytelling, and hopefully me as a person, for the better.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, to both Matt Braly and the crew and all the fan creators who got me invested, for Anne, Sasha, and Marcy. And to Sprig, Polly, Hop Pop, Grime, Olivia, Yunan, and Andrias, goodbye, and thank you for all the awesome adventures.

[daisygirlwrites]

Little Things (Simon "Ghost" Riley + Reader "Crash") Platonic Headcanons

Part Three to Rough Start & Olive Branch

a/n: hey hey! been a minute, sorry about that ;-; also sorry that this is a bit shorter than usual but i might write some small fics about a few of these headcanons in the future. should be posting again sometime soon though! thank you so much for reading!

taglist: @bobfloydsgf , @itsscromp , @d4z01

Being friends with Ghost is like putting a puzzle together except all of the pieces are scattered. Finding some of them would bring you delight and while others give you a better understanding of the man. Throughout your long years of friendship, you come to an understanding that there will be pieces of him that you will never get to see, some forever gone. And yet, even if the puzzle is incomplete, you had most of it together. You’d rather have that than nothing at all

That being said, your first year with the team was quite good, besides the constant threat of almost dying and a certain member of the team being mean for almost half of it

But after bonding over knife throwing and tea for the last couple months, you and Ghost have grown close. To him, at least. From your perspective, after getting your new callsign, you felt like your relationship with him hasn’t progressed much

However, it’s the little things that you’ve noticed with him:

Like making your tea in the early morning. Half of the time you would join him and other times when your nightmares don’t show up, he’d leave your mug in the microwave

Knowing that you were raised in the Rocky Mountains, it kind of surprised him to learn that you hate the cold. So during missions in colder climates, after watching you shiver like a wet cat, he’d give you his extra pair of balaclava and gloves.

“It’s a little big on me” “Fine, give it back then” “No >:( “ 

Another thing that he does for you is taking your first watch during missions. In the first couple months when you joined, Soap and Gaz had a list of “Rookie Responsibilities” and of course one of them was to take the first watch. It wasn’t really mandatory but being a people pleaser, you did it anyway. 

It went well at first but in the last couple months, Ghost noticed that you, in his words, looked like shit after missions. And of course, you’d volunteer for the first watch. Sometimes, when it was his turn, he’d find you somehow looking worse, giving him the frog blink and thumbs up, before watching you immediately pass out on the cot or couch. 

You’d make a fuss when he would take the first watch and he had to basically pull rank to force you to go to sleep

Still calls you Rook/Rookie besides your callsign. Would sometimes call you Tiny and Mini-Me just to piss you off

Isn’t a surprise but Ghost is really observant. Knows your nervous ticks and honestly reads your emotions well. He didn’t do it before but he does check up on you 

Head pats is a thing that he does. Used to do it to his nephew and Joseph would look up to him with his cheeks puffed and whining “Uncle Si!”. You’d have the same reaction except with calling him Uncle Si, you’d usually say “Ghost, what the fuck”

You find out that Ghost doesn’t like talking about family and Christmas. Hearing some bits of info from Price, it broke your heart to learn about the reasons why he’d always gone on missions during the holiday. But at the same time, you understood him

You kind of do the same thing, taking on missions instead of going on leave. Kind of surprised Ghost when hears that he’s going to get paired up and with you of all people

“I figured you’re the type to celebrate the holidays” “Oh, I am, Just didn’t want to see my dad, that’s all.”

He opens his mouth to comment but chooses to not say anything at all. He gives you a nod instead. Ghost understands your family dynamic, it mirrors his.

Would copy his accent to make fun of him over coms. Yes, it was very bad but it did make the team giggle. He hits you back with an equally horrible American accent that made you cry

He accidentally told you one of his favorite dishes during a stake out. He was listening to you talk on coms about how much you missed pizza and how you can’t wait to go back to base to make some, silently nodding in agreement. 

“I would kill for a bubble and squeak right about now,” he thinks out loud, not realizing that his coms were on He became slightly concerned when heard you stop talking for a moment, before repeating to him, “A bubble and squeak?!” Even without seeing you, he can tell you had a big grin on your face, “I’m gonna keep quiet.” “No no, LT. I’m not making fun of you,” you assured him, “Tell me, what’s a bubble and squeak?” Ghost lets out an audible sigh before he gives you an explanation, “Basically mix some leftover mash, vegetables and roast and then fry it up in a pan." "Holy shit , that sounds delicious.”

Taught him some gen z slang because you notice that he would eavesdrop during your conversations with Soap and Gaz sometimes

Share the same type of humor. When you, Soap and Ghost got separated in Las Almas, they would hear you cackle on coms

Both of you wear your balaclavas as a second skin and would forget to take it off sometimes. Would sit in silence together as the rest of the team roast you for getting your masks wet with tea

Crash : “I have no soul. Have a nice day! :) “ Ghost : “I don’t have one either.”

Honestly, he finds you annoying but in a good way. Having you talk to him gives him the comfort that the relationship is improving but at the same time, he wants to smack you upside the head

That’s when he realize how much you remind him of his brother

When the queen died, Ghost wasn’t too upset. That is until you reminded him that Charles is now king

Due to some previous events, you’re the one driving Ghost everywhere when you guys hang out. Is offended when you straight up tell him that he has shit driving skills. 

Calls him Passenger Princess as a joke

Ghost is more into books than movies. So it does come as a shock that he mentions that he hasn’t seen the LOTRs movies. You basically force him (and the rest of the team) into a movie marathon for a day. He grumbles about how some of the scenes are different from the book but he does get into it during the Mountains of Moria

Impressed with how you handle your liquor. Watched you beat Soap and Gaz in a drinking contest before drunkenly demanding chicken nuggets and then passing out

Ghost is surprisingly decent at video games. During game nights, he’d beat everyone at Mario Kart and Super Smash Bros. You accuse him of cheating and of course, he denies it. Had to be held back by Price as you repeated “These hands are rated E for Everyone.”

Your face wasn’t a mystery to him or to anyone in the team. You took your mask off regularly around them. But like many others, you saw his face in Mexico. There was a greater sense of trust that you felt when you made eye contact with him. He gave you a soft smile and you returned it

"Huh, didn't think you'd be a blondie," You remarked as you both head towards the truck "Didn't think you'd be short but here we are," Ghost jokes back

He will never admit it in front of you that he's sees you as more than friends. That you have the best qualities from his family; his mother's compassion and his brother's humor and determination. Hell, at some points, you even resemble Joseph with your optimism.

He has someone to call family again

Bonus Memes:

[bad268]

Hi 👉👈

Could I maybe request something similar to the confession piece but with a fluffy (maybe fluffy/suggestive if that's cool 👀) first kiss or a fluffy first serious/real "I love you" with our beloved frog boys (or just Grizzy, Pezzy or Droid solo, sorry Puffer 😅)?

Sober in Love (Frog Boys X Reader(Separate))

[Blank] in Love Pt 3

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (Kinda made it a part 2? But also not really?)

Warnings: Talk of lasik recovery (Droid's). Language (Cunt in Grizzy's)

Pronouns: They/them

W.C. 1604 (about 400 words each)

Summary: 'I love you's from the Frog Boys.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~

<-Part 2

Puffer

It was cold. San Antonio winter was never that bad, but for some unknown reason, it decided to rage harder than normal this year. I had on one of Puffer’s hoodies, sweatpants, and fuzzy socks, and I was under a thick blanket. Yet I was still freezing. I was going to have to take some drastic measures.

I would need to get out of my cocoon to find Puffer.

Thankfully, I did not have to wait long as Puffer walked out of his office and climbed into my mountain of blankets. I immediately buried my face in his chest since he was a literal heater. He just chuckled before wrapping his arms around my shoulders and rubbing my arms to generate heat while his attention turned toward the show I had playing on the TV.

My hands were still freezing, so with a smirk, I moved my hands under Puffer’s hoodie and placed them flat on his back.

“Aye, woah!” He shouted, pushing me away. “You’re hands are freezing!”

“Why do you think I put them on your back?” I asked as if it were obvious. He just looked at me in disbelief, keeping me an arm’s width away. “Please? As my boyfriend, it is your responsibility to be my personal heater and right now you're doing a shitty job.”

“Fine get over here,” he sighed, pulling me back into his chest. I chuckled as I put my hands back under his hoodie and wrapped my legs around his waist, putting almost my entire body weight on him. He shook his head with a laugh before whispering, “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Awe, you love me?” I teased, looking up at him.

“Don’t make me take it back,” he threatened.

“You loving me or letting me put my cold hands up your shirt?”

“Both.”

“Well then, I was going to say I love you too, but I don’t like how you threatened me,” I joked as I slowly started to pull away.

“Oh shut up,” He pressed, pulling me straight back to his chest as he held one of my arms, so I couldn’t tear my hands out of his shirt.

“And I’m the clingy one?”

~~

Pezzy

Pezzy was streaming. It was a really random steam because he was bored. I was visiting my family since my sister just had her baby, so I was helping them out for the week. Pezzy wasn’t able to come with me, so I promised to send him loads of pictures.

“Guys, guess what,” He asked rhetorically to chat as he smiled at his phone. The chat started spamming random answers or emotes, so he flipped his phone around to show them. It was a picture I sent him of my outfit for dinner. “Look at them, chat. They’re so cute. They’ve been visiting their family, so they’ve sent me pictures every day.”

Immediately, the chat started filling with heart eyes, jokes about how I’m hot, or calling Pezzy a simp. He saw those immediately, and despite me calling him a simp all the time, he took offense to his chat picking up on it.

“Guys, I am literally not a simp. I am actually not a simp. I just love my significant other. So what?” Pezzy said fast as chat filled with more simp-related messages. He took a deep breath before shouting, “Guys, stop calling me a simp!”

I decided this would be a good time to call him since I was watching the stream on my laptop before dinner. I dialed his number and waited for him to answer as I continued to watch him frantically explain himself to chat.

“Guys, stop. Look, they’re calling me now! They’ll tell you I’m not a simp,” the stream audio came through just as Pezzy picked up the phone and greeted me.

Knowing he put me on speaker, I decided to tease him a little, “Hi my favorite simp. How’s your stream?”

“Not you too!” He shouted, taking the phone off the speaker as the chat started sending laughing emotes. “I swear, you’re watching the stream aren’t you?’

“Can’t I just call my favorite simp and tell him I love him too?” I asked innocently.

“I never said that,” He replied quickly, not believing that he confessed he loved me in front of five thousand people.

“I think chat has a clip somewhere,” I laughed.

“Chat if you can find a clip where I said I love Y/n, I’ll stream with them next week,” Pezzy said over the stream, and that’s when I noticed he hung up on me. It didn’t take long for chat to start spamming a link to the clip, causing Pezzy to sigh. “Ok, maybe I am a simp.”

~~

Droid

My eyes burned so much. One thing that no one told you about Lasik surgery was the first couple of hours after. My eyes burned so much, and I could not tell if it was from the surgery or from the lights in the kitchen. Droid promised to take care of me but completely forgot that Puffer, Pezzy, and Grizzy were coming over to film a cooking video in our new house, so that is where they were. The plan was a one-handed challenge, but it turned into a ‘make the best food for Y/n, so they don’t have to feel guilty that they’re disrupting their recovery’ stream.

“Is it pasta?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen with my eyes closed to get my antibiotics. I started patting around the counter, trying to find the bottle without opening my eyes. Droid saw my struggle, so he stopped cutting the chicken to wipe off his hands before grabbing the bottle from the cabinet. He opened it, dumped out one pill, and grabbed a glass to fill it with water before handing it to me. “Thank you.”

“No problem, and yes. Chicken Alfredo,” He answered, taking the glass and putting it in the sink once I finished it. “We’re actually almost done, so I’ll bring it over to the table.”

I groaned as I leaned forward where I thought Droid was. Apparently, he was not there, but he jumped back in front of me just in time for me to collide with his chest. “Do I have to do a taste test for the stream?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he whispered, walking backward to get us out of frame.

“They’ll be mad at me,” I whined, starting to tear up before trying to calm down and not irritate my eyes more than they already are.

“They’ll understand,” He reassured. “You just had surgery today, and you are not 100 percent, so they won’t be upset if you don’t feel up to a full review.”

“I don’t deserve you,” I cried, leaning further into his chest. “I love you. Thank you for putting up with me.”

“I love you too,” He laughed. “You’ve dealt with me through crazier shit! This is nothing!”

~~

Grizzy

“What time did you guys get to the airport?” Fitz asked after we got to the Misfits’ house in Melbourne. We had to fly into Melbourne because we were attending PAX AUS, and knew it would be fun to come a couple of days earlier to hang out with our friends. However, the universe had different plans.

“4 AM Pacific,” Grizzy groaned, collapsing on the couch and pulling me down after we dropped our bags off in one of the rooms. “We had an overnight layover in LA, but the original flight was delayed. We just slept at the airport 'cause it was only like two hours before we would’ve needed to be back at the airport.”

“Those chairs were not comfy,” I complained as I curled up on Grizzy’s lap. I yawned as I leaned into Grizzy’s neck, attempting to hide my drowsiness from the guys. “I couldn’t sleep at all.”

“It’s a good thing we don’t have anything till tomorrow,” Swagger laughed as he walked in from the back patio. “You can chill out 'cause I bet the time difference didn’t help either.”

“No, it does not, and to make it worse, there was hella turbulence on the way over,” Grizzy added as he offhandedly ran his fingers through my hair. “We couldn’t sleep at the airport, couldn’t sleep on the plane, and now it’s technically four hours earlier than what we’re used to. This is shit.”

At some point during his rant, I gave in to the temptation of sleep. No one noticed until Toby came into the room.

“Why are you cunts talking so loud?” She asked. “Y/n is literally asleep.” With that, the room’s attention flipped to me. No one said anything for a couple of seconds, unsure of what to say until Grizzy started to stand up with me in his arms.

“I’ll take them to our room. It’s probably a good idea for us to get some sleep,” Grizzy whispered. “Dinner tonight, yeah?” The guys just nodded, so Grizzy took that and left the room.

When he walked into the room, he immediately set me on the bed, so he could set an alarm for later in the afternoon and changed both of us into comfier clothes. Just before he climbed into bed with me, I woke up slightly, not really recognizing where we were.

“We’re in our room. The guys said we’ll go to dinner later, but we can sleep for now,” Grizzy explained in a soft tone.

“Okay, I love you, Grizzy,” I whispered back and fell back asleep.

“I love you too.”

~~~

Part 4 ->

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[im-a-king-baby]

Hiii i loved ELYN so much.

I was hoping for any other tidbits/stories/scenes about Simon carrying the frog in the sock. i just wondered if it was like his comfort object or like the orange sweater etc. .That was one of my favorite scenes when Wille finds it

And/or “i wanted to wake up with you” i dont think i will ever forget that line.

💜 thank youuuu

Okay so I'm sorry this is so very late. Life has been a Lot 😅 hopefully folks are still interested in my ramblings!

<3 <S <3

"I wanted to wake up with you."

Fun fact: I almost cut this line. It was originally in the first draft where Simon never made the late-night-call that led everyone to Bjarstad and I was worried that after I'd made that change this line would put people off Simon, because at this point (in theory) Simon knows that Wilhelm had to get up because of what Simon did during the night so it's a bit unfair to Wilhelm. But then I figured Simon's in withdrawal, he's going to be resentful and frustrated and just because intellectually he knows it's his fault that doesn't mean he's not still having those feelings.

As far as the wanting goes, Simon is just dragging himself through life at the moment. He had this whole spiral of failing to sleep, eventually managed it by basically promising himself a future where he'd wake up and things would still be like they were when they went to bed, just the two of them avoiding the world. Plus withdrawal emotions, plus Candace showing up, the bubble is fully burst and this line is Simon tired and resentful and having to face it.

In case you're interested in how things change in editing, this is the first draft version of this moment (in this version Candace showed up basically the moment the queen left which would have been one hell of a coincidence).

“People always leave before I wake up. Maybe they think I’ll be less fun sober, probably they’re right.” “I wasn’t trying to leave you.” “Okay.” It’s the same tone of voice, accepting but not believing. “Are you going back to Stockholm with her?” He pushes himself off the wall, crossing into the kitchen and opening cupboards at random. It’s Friday morning. Wilhelm is due on TV at six PM. He’s supposed to be attending multiple prep meetings, seeing a stylish and a make-up artist before that. Minou is no doubt already at full panic stations. “I can stay if you want me to.” He stands up as Simon emerges from a cupboard with a half full bottle of vodka. “I can help you look for a lawyer. Or we could go for a walk.” Simon unscrews the bottle. “If you want to go, you can go.” The roar of an engine surges outside. Simon is closer to the window, and Wilhelm sees the moment his face shuts down, the inevitability of it, a moment before he sees Candace emerge from a sleek white car. “I want to be here for you. If you’ll let me,” Wilhelm says, picking at a conversation that’s already died as Simon braces his shoulders like a solider going into battle and tilts the bottle up to take three long swallows. Candace raps three times on the door. “Simme! Open this door right the fuck now.” Simon looks at Wilhelm over the bottle. “I wanted to wake up with you.”

x🐸🐸🐸x THE FROG x🐸🐸🐸x

After six hours of meetings a car comes to drive him to the hotel. Rachel tells him to order whatever he likes from room service and to be in the lobby for seven thirty the next morning and then he’s letting himself into a luxury hotel room. There’s a lounge, a bedroom, a bathroom with a full size bath and a separate shower with six different heads.

He takes the frog out of his bag and places it on the bedside table overlooking the pillow then pulls out his phone. He’d messaged Wilhelm when he arrived (Landed! Hopefully someone comes to pick me up!) and now he sees Wilhelm has texted three times since.

Good luck! La doesnt know whats hit it! Everything okay? I’m awake, no plans today whenever you want to call

Simon texts back: Sorry! Dumped straight into meetings all day. I’m kind of exhausted, can we do tomorrow?

Wilhelm: Of course! Jet lags a bitch. Sleep well, I love you xxx

Simon picks up the menu off the side but his stomach is still protesting the bagel it thinks it had in the middle of the night and he kicks off his trainers and his jeans and crawls into the mega bed.

After a moment, he reaches over and picks up the frog again, runs his thumb across the nose, and settles back down with it’s weight firm in his palm as he types: Love you toox

x🐸x

Candace tells him they’re going to Sweden in the same matter-of-fact voice she uses to tell him anything. The label won’t approve a third single. We have to crowdfund plane tickets. We can’t afford to keep the whole band, who can you live without? I’ve booked us a week in Stockholm and put word out to local news sites and venues, we’ll be taking the buses up there after Paris.

Simon reaches for his backpack on instinct, touches the front pocket where Wilhelm’s frog has been nestled since they left L.A. “Should I… I should call Wilhelm, right? Let him know?”

Candace glances at him over her iPad. “Sure,” she says. “Let me know if you need me to put him on the List.”

Simon leaves the meeting, twisting his phone over and over between his hands. They’re going to Sweden. For the first time since he flew out and it’s - he glances at his phone again - it’s September.

Fuck, it’s September. It’s September 2024, somehow. It’s been over a year since he left Sweden, since he last saw Wilhelm. He scrolls through the contacts on his phone but Wilhelm isn’t in there, of course Wilhelm isn’t in there, Simon got this phone back in L.A. and he hadn’t had time to transfer anything across. That had been last Christmas. Ten months ago and god, where had that time gone?

He could ask Candace to get Wilhelm’s number. That’s what she does, she sorts things. Wilhelm doesn’t answer the phone to unknown numbers. Obviously. But Simon could write a text or something. Hi, this is Simon. I know you said there was no way we could make it work because I was so busy all the time but I’m going to be in Sweden and I’ll still be busy all the time and you’re probably off in the army somewhere but -

It sounds stupid. It is stupid. There is no ‘but’, they don’t work and that has always been abundantly clear.

He unzips his backpack and the frog is there in it’s tiny golden crown, glitter still clinging to the paint because glitter is a bitch that can never be removed.

There’s a scratch across it’s nose, deep enough that Simon’s nail can catch against it. Hi Wilhelm, this is Simon, I know we haven’t talked for a while but I need to give you your frog back because you trusted me to keep one thing safe and I couldn’t even -

He scrolls back up his contacts to Guitar, Kevan and types: drinks?

His suitcase is at the edge of the room, surrounded by a scattering of costume pieces and toiletries. He digs through chains and glitter to find a pair of probably-clean socks and tucks the frog inside, where it’ll be safe.

His phone buzzes: party in 267

He just needs something to calm his nerves, to settle his stomach.

He’ll ask Candace to get the number tomorrow. Or, there’s a show tomorrow, next time he has a free minute.

He tucks the bundle down into the case and heads out of the room.

x🐸x

His case is still on the floor of his bedroom half full from tour. Technically he’s been back in L.A. for two months but unpacking was one of those ‘I’ll do it later’ things that has now somehow come full circle. He tugs out clothes, nudging them into the ever growing laundry for the cleaners to pick up once he’s gone.

His hand finds something solid and he pulls it out. Socks, with something inside, and his throat catches as he remembers September, Sweden. Everyone talking to him in Swedish, fans screaming 'jag älskar dig!' like it wasn’t… like…

Candace promised the next tour could skip it. And if he’s not going to Sweden, he can’t give the frog back, so there’s no point having it. He doesn’t need it.

He folds the socks around it a little tighter, stands up to push it into the back of his sock drawer, underneath everything else. It’ll be safer there.

Two days later the taxi is honking it’s horn outside as he runs back into the room, upends the whole drawer on the floor and grabs the wrapped bundle, shoving it into his pocket on his way out the door.

x🐸x

There’s a fresh bruise forming on his collarbone, a faded one on the side of his neck, a man whose name he doesn’t know snoring face down on the cheap polyester pillows.

He runs his thumb back and forth across the nose of the tiny frog statue, lets his head thump back against the wall to stare up at the ceiling and count down the hours until dawn.

[radcloudbasement]

Rocky Balboa as the prototype of Marcoh.

(Marcoh is also based on Kazuma Kiryu from Yakuza, but I don't play the games)

I must say right away that I only watched the first movie and use a translator for this article, so I'm sorry.

A short biography of Rocky:

Rocky Balboa was the only child in an Italian-American family. Born on July 6, 1945. He studied with great diligence, so he wanted to become like his idol, Rocky Marciano. Forced to live on a small salary, participating in local club fights and unable to find work anywhere else, Rocky got a job as a collector for Tony Gazzo, a local loan shark, just to make ends meet. His nickname is "The Italian Stallion", which he invented for himself because of his Italian origin.

Similarities:

1. They are boxers and similar looks. (wow, curly hair and badass face expression)

2. Moral compass, kindness, morality.

Rocky collector, working for a loan shark, did not break the finger of a man who did not have enough money to pay off the debt, but he must do it. He is a great moralist, he even imposed on the girl (do not hang out with some group of teens, otherwise you will become a bad person in the future) even when he became famous, he did not deteriorate.

And Marcoh helped Olivia (a girl he barely knows) to bring a wheelchair from a dangerous city, he is also attentive to us as a true gentleman.

They both look formidable, but in fact they are kind people.

3. They are considered stupid.

Rocky Balboa was portrayed as stupid because he is uneducated. He didn't finish high school. His father told him: «You weren't born that smart, so you better start using your body» It is clear that he did not have the support to continue his education. Rocky was boxing. Also, it is used to show the difference between Apollo and Rocky Balboa. Rocky is a primitive animal, and Apollo is a genius. Rocky Dumb is used as the complete opposite of his girlfriend. She should be a smart and shy woman. Rocky should be a nice idiot. These polar opposites were supposed to fill in the gaps in their hearts.

When we attack Marcoh, can we insult him by saying «muscles take precedence over brains?» which is similar to the phrase of Rocky's father. Marcoh said «peace before the storm» instead of calm before the storm (Olivia corrected him) And he asked Olivia what an «atheist» was. This does not mean that he is stupid, just not quite knowledgeable.

4. Shyness and quiet personality.

Rocky has said many times that he is shy.

Marcoh blushes when we approach him, he seems confused by our attention.

5. Animal love.

Rocky named the turtles, happily barked with his dog and I still remember the phrase «birds are like little multicolored candies.»

And Marcoh seems to like rats and frogs. (he has three whole partytalk, where he talked to frogs, said that rats are cute and «no little critters around?»)

6. Religious.

What I saw from the screenshot of the second movie and in the first one there was a cross hanging over the bed.

And Marcoh said that he prays All-mer sometimes in that partytalk.

7. They trained on meat carcasses.

In the movie, Rocky was shown how he trained.

Marcoh do the same, this was said in the prologue.

8. The motto is never to give up.

Rocky's quotes deserve special attention. Like popular: «It ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward; how much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!»

Oh, Marcoh's constant motivational phrases, sometimes out of place, even when they fell into a toilet, he was the only one who told the whole team not to give up.

9. Finally, they are Italians and work with not the kindest bosses.

End of similarities list.

They are almost the same person but Rocky seemed to me little more emotional, Marcoh is calm almost always, Rocky too, but then Rocky has certain triggers for example when he was told to take his girlfriend on a date to the zoo or a moment of emotional breakdown with a coach. For Marcoh it was only a Bremen soldier «I saw a Bremen soldier and could not restrain myself punch him»

Many compare him to Jotaro kujo, but.

I think Miro took Jotaro part 6 as a reference for the sprite.

Rocky and Clint Eastwood (He is the prototype for Jotaro) are quiet heroes of the old time, using one-liners, therefore having similar vibes, but the archetypes are very different Clint Eastwood is a typical persistent guy the hero of a western and Rocky is a man who overcomes difficulties, going to the very end and inspiring.

[barkspawn]

Robin’s ex husband/boyfriend pressured her into having an abortion and Sebastian miraculously survived and that pushed her to escape his biological father.

Sebastian is terrified when the farmer is pregnant that she’ll try to kill their baby like he was almost killed and has no idea how to communicate this and things get very messy and hurtful.

I actually didn't have a hard time writing this? I might have been inventing anxiety. But here! Hope it's up to par!

Amelia sat on the edge of the tub with her fingers drumming on her knee. She and Sebastian were quickly approaching their first wedding anniversary and she’d felt off for about a week. Nauseous, emotional, and hungry .

Her phone beeped, signifying the time was up and it was time to pick up the little white stick and check for a second line. 

She didn’t move though, her heart racing as if she already knew the answer. After an agonizing minute, she stood, nearly doubling over when she saw the not-at-all deniable second line. She looked at herself in the mirror for a long second before slipping the test into her pocket and walking slowly out to meet Sebastian in his room. He was engulfed in his work, typing away at speeds she’d never be able to. She watched him for a long moment, trying to picture him with a baby in his arms. The image made her heart swell and her eyes sting with tears. 

But what if he didn’t want it?

She’d never been opposed to termination, but honestly didn’t consider it until the thought he might not want the baby. 

She took a deep breath and waved a little hello to the frogs in his sanctuary before wrapping her arms around her husband from behind, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his neck. 

“Well, good morning, beautiful,” he hummed, turning in his chair to pull her in close before leaning up to press a kiss to her lips, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Are you okay?”

Those three little words he asked sent her over the edge, cursing herself the whole time, “Seb, I’m sorry, I guess the pill failed and I don’t know how—“

“Whoa, whoa, slow down,” he reached up and cupped her face in his hands, wiping away her tears, “tell me what’s wrong. I’m here for you and always will be.”

She nodded and took a deep breath, finding herself unable to say it. Instead, she pulled out the test and showed him. 

He stared at it for what seemed like an eternity, his eyes hiding something new, something she’d never seen before. 

“You just found out?” He asked and stood, almost a full foot taller than her. She nodded before he continued, “are you okay?”

She gave a nod, “it’s just a lot… we’ll be parents. Unless we decide to—“

“No.”

She blinked as his expression held anger for a moment, “no?”

“No, you won’t abort that baby.”

She blinked, the cold tone of his voice throwing her off, “okay... I was just asking bec—“

“And the answer is no,” he snapped as he turned away from her, internal panic and genuine fear being masked by cold anger. He walked toward the kitchen before turning back to look at her, “and if you try to kill that baby, our baby, Yoba, help me, I will never forgive you.”

She stared at him, shell-shocked by the anger she’d never seen in him before. 

“Love, I wasn’t saying I want to… I just meant if you wanted to, we could talk about it.”

His lip curled in distaste as he looked away from her, “and why would you ever think I would even consider doing that to our child?” His words hit like venom, her eyes spilling tears over again as he shot her a pointed look, “and what, if I said I didn’t want it, you’d be fine with just throwing the baby away? Ripping it from yourself and pretending they never existed? Like it never happened?”

His voice was growing louder, and for the first time ever, she was afraid. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. She knew that this was coming from somewhere they’d never talked about. He dropped his mug in the sink and walked toward the door, “I can’t fucking deal with this right now.”

“Seb..?” Her voice was weak, shaking with shock. 

As he reached the door he snapped, “not right now, Amelia.”

Her breath shook as she saw out the window as he lit a cigarette and turned south toward the forest. 

She didn’t know what to do. She had never seen Sebastian like this. It was like he was reprimanding her for a decision that she didn’t even make… for a mention of one of their options.  

Her hand moved to her belly as she slipped her shoes on and ran out the door, turning toward the mountains. She had to get clarity, and she had grown close with her mother-in-law. Right now, she needs something. 

She walked too quickly to the carpenter’s home, pushing inside to see Robin at the desk, mayor Lewis standing there beside her. As they both looked at her, Lewis took a moment before turning to Robin, “I’ll come by in a little while.”

He turned and left, awkwardly patting Amelia’s arm as he passed. Robin looked worried as she came around the counter, immediately pulling Amelia into a hug that only a mother could provide. 

One that she hoped she could share with the baby she held. 

She didn’t realize she’d been crying until she broke down in Robin’s arms. Robin's hands rubbed her back and combed through her hair, humming quiet reassurances. Amelia was able to calm herself after a long moment and took a deep, shaky breath as Robin moved to help her into her stool, trying to wipe away her tears with calloused thumbs. She gave Amelia time to speak when she could, which after a moment she did, her voice small and breaking, “Robin, I’m pregnant.”

Robin froze, smiling a little bit, “sweetheart, that’s not a bad thing. You made me worried…” she stopped, realizing there was more, “what happened?”

Robin had her suspicions, knowing that her son never really got past the anger he felt for his father. 

Amelia had fresh tears spill over as she tried to figure out how to explain, “he.. Sebastian.. he got so angry with me.. I’ve never seen him like that before…” a small sob escaped her lips as Robin pulled her back in, letting her cry. After a moment, she looked down at her daughter-in-law.

“Did you bring up… abortion, by any chance?” Amelia flinched and gave a small nod as Robin sighed, pulling over another stool, “I’m so sorry. I thought he’d tell you… or I should have when you guys were getting married.” 

Robin sighed as Amelia’s heart sank to the floor, any breath she had escaping her lungs. Has this happened to him before? How could she not know?

“Sebastian’s father was… a cruel man. He was controlling and often forced me into many situations I would have never been in voluntarily.”

“I was so happy when I got pregnant with Sebby…” she smiled at the memory, though it faltered quickly, “only James,” she looked at Amelia briefly, who stared in shock, “Seb’s father, was livid. He all but dragged me to the clinic, threatening me if I didn’t tell them that I wanted him aborted.”

“So, because I was scared, I did.”

Fresh tears fell from Amelia’s eyes as she saw Robin’s grow glassy. She reached forward and held her hand, frowning a bit, “Robin, that’s horrible… but how…?”

Robin gave a sad smile, “I like to think Yoba was on my side. They didn’t do the termination correctly and Sebastian survived. He gave me the courage to leave and come to Stardew Valley and raise my son. I met Demetrius on the bus ride here,” she smiled warmly, once again, having it fall quickly. 

“When he was born, I didn’t think he’d make it. He was so sick and so small,” she stared off to a place far beyond her home, “he could barely breathe and his heart wasn’t beating correctly. Multiple times I thought they’d tell me he was gone.”

“But he’s strong. Always has been,” she smiled warmly at Amelia, “but he knows about all of this. I couldn’t hide it forever when he asked about his father. He felt so guilty over things beyond his control.

“Yoba, he was sixteen I think when I told him. He was angry then, too. Swore that if he ever had a child, he would never put himself through the pain I had.”

“Oh, Yoba…” Amelia muttered and pulled the woman into a tight hug, “thank you for telling me. So, so much.”

Robin offered another smile, standing and stepping aside for Amelia, “I think he’s afraid. He’s probably worried that you’ll do it without him knowing.” 

Amelia frowned, “I’m going to go talk to him…” 

Robin gave a small nod and squeezed her hand before Amelia all but ran home, typing out a quick text:

Ames 12:34 pm: Seb, come home please. I need to talk to you. I love you. ”

She pushed into the house, moving to the fridge just as he came through the door. He looked forlorn like he had been crying himself. 

“Can… can I hug you?” She asked, her voice a whisper. He flinched at her tone, nodding and holding his arms out. She continued, “you and I are in this together, Seb. This is not just my baby. I had no idea what you and your mom went through…”

He exhaled a shaky breath at that, his hold tightening around her as she continued, “I would never do anything like that unless we are both 100% on the same page.”

She pulled back, meeting his red eyes with hers, smiling a small bit, “so, you’re going to be a father, Sebastian. We’ll call for the first prenatal appointment with Harvey in the morning.”

He closed his eyes, his chest still tight, “Ames I am so fucking sorry . It’s no excuse but I panicked and… I don’t even know where that came from…” she stood on her toes to cut him off with a gentle kiss. 

“I’m not mad. I promise,” she touched the tip of her nose to his, “stop feeling bad and picture a little you running around the house, pulling pranks, and being downright adorable.”

He laughed then, the sound like music to her, “Yoba help us all,” she laughed and kissed him again, “we’re having a fucking child .”

“And you’ll be an incredible father.”

“Thank you... I think I needed to hear that. Unless you’re lying,” he teased. 

“I would never.”

“I know. And for the record, you’ll be a perfect mother.” 

She smiled, leaning up to kiss him once more. This time, however, her emotions likely wouldn’t let her stop.

[pigspeetsandhooflikefeets]

ur tags on the one post PLS share some of ur wayne analysis if you’d like

I covered the fact Wayne represents the Frogs' logos (with Emma being the pathos but I'm still trying to decide who's ethos. Bowie? Julia? Julia misquotes the Dalai Lama and talks about goddesses and crystals, so probably her?) but it's really noticeable how malleable a person Wayne is. In Ep04, while he sets himself up for being on the offense with Raj, Bowie, and why-ever they brought MK along, when it was obvious they were better off defending, he was like. defense it is. As he is a sports boy, it'd be assumed he's only good at one position (as most goalies couldn't just become a center fielder as a sub, since they don't train for the same things), especially a less "glamourous" position such as defense (in reality it does not matter, but people pretend offense players are better) He's an exceptionally good sport, which is not something we can say about all the other sports-based/jock TD characters.

It's also to note that Wayne is the first person on the team to call out MK on being a bad team player. Wayne doesn't usually look mad, but he did NOT look happy at MK refusing to huddle up and suggest there's no reason to think strategy. He's completely ok with Emma taking over and picking roles tho, so he's pretty damn comfortable with not always being the leader (as noted with Ep02, where he adapts to Emma's plan. have I mentioned those two are such team leaders for the Frogs? A million times? Oh sorry)

There's a notable subversion with their paired identities for Wayne and Raj. Wayne is the captain, while Raj is [one of the] alternate captain[s]. Essentially, Raj is Wayne's vice president. However, Wayne is a lot more reliant on Raj, than their team identities are. Throughout the season, Wayne asks Raj's opinion on everything (notably in Ep01, as one of his first defining characterizations), but Raj doesn't as often do the same. In Ep06, Raj is the one to immediately leave the catapult, while Wayne made no motion to be the one to separate themselves. He also didn't comment on Bowie calling the two of them in their "cozy", (which Raj defends, saying they're teammates, so) because that sort of attachment is so normal to Wayne he doesn't feel a need to react to people commenting on it, while Raj does. In Ep03, Wayne receives a [long] pep talk from Raj, but Raj never needed one himself going first of Emma's suggestion (or it happened off screen, but like, if it did there'd be the time for a joke where someone says "WE ALREADY DID THIS"). And also the bit in Ep06 where Raj explains Wayne has a way too stressed face when pooping (note: Raj?)

There's also the long-running plot point where Wayne is pretty concerned with what Raj thinks of him, afraid that Raj is afraid he's homo/biphobic, and that's the driving reason that Raj didn't come out to him like. Immediately. The fear of "well he tells me everything, if he won't tell me this, it's clearly something I did", but due to the 13 episode time limit of the show, Wayne didn't have time to make this insecurity about him and was just increasingly unsubtle, never really trying to force him out.

I know it's super easy and super fun to reduce the two to "omg sports himbos <3" but Wayne's got some emotional intelligence on him, and he is not a carbon copy of Raj, and it's much more than just the lack of a gay love interest. He'll always take the role of leader, but if someone else has a successful idea, he'll hop down and let them take the wheel. Paired with his leadership, friendly attitude, and general respect for everyone around him (not to Keith tho) I can see him making finale a lot more than I can see Raj making finale.

I think having the boys on separate teams and having Raj leave pre-merge could be really impactful. Wayne waits at the cabin for Raj to come back and tell him who left, but he just... never returns. Wayne wasn't at the ceremony, so he didn't even get to say goodbye. Wayne wants to throw the challenge but someone (Emma, Bowie, Julia, etc) tells him to snap out of it because Raj would be furious Wayne gave up on himself. And Wayne has to pick himself up off the ground and win for Raj. Like the Katie and Sadie micro-arc, except give Wayne more time to suffer within himself before being told to stop, as well as not axe him with no actual development. I think that kind of emotional rupture could change my brain chemistry.

[cupidsdescendant]

Hey! Can I request medic with a teen!reader who wants to be a doctor when they get a job and is studying biology (platonic :D!!!) (Also sorry your account got deleted D:)

Yes yes yes! I’d love to💗💗💗💗💗💗 that’s such a cute idea I love it so much! Thank you again for the requests <3



“Apprentice” Medic x Teen Reader!

Y/N was a young teenager when they joined the fort to medics requests. Medic was close friends with Y/N’s parents and when he found out Y/N also had a fascination with medical research and biology he was ecstatic! Y/N has spent 6 months already in the fort and it’s gotten stressful but Medic was always there to lead them through it. Today was Y/N’s first day of learning anatomy and biology with Medic but it seems like someone forgot about the day..



Beep..beep..beep..

“Mng….” Y/N’s eyes felt sore to the sight of the blaring sun and hearing their alarm clock beep angrily it irritated them. They moved their body over to turn their clock off and went back to hugging their pillow tightly. A relaxation came upon the silence up until a big slam of their door shook them up



“JA, Y/N! ARE YOU READY?!!” Medic yells out with the biggest smile on his face. He wasn’t wearing his usual outfit today, instead he head a white button up long sleeve (that he bunched up to his shoulders), a brown argyle vest and dark brown slacks with black jarmen shoes.

Y/N bounced out of bed despite having their pajamas on and nervously shimmied around “DOC-! AH-! Hey-h-hey im ye- IM NOT READY!!!” They said panicking over to their dresser “JUST GIVE ME 5 MINUTES-!!” Medic walks backwards and closes the door with a chuckle “I told jou to always try and be 5 minutes before anyzhing~“.



Y/N scarfed down their cereal and Medic watched as he sipped his coffee. “I’ve never understood Americans and zheir love for cereal.” “Ifts tasty!” Y/N blurted out with their face stuffed. “Vell if you say so.”

“Alright!” Medic said as he gripped his gloves tightly and put them on “today will be learning about the anatomy of ze frog!” Y/N took a double glance in confusion “frog?! Doc shouldn’t we use real people!” You straightened your hands and pointed at the small dead frog on this huge operating table just. Laying there. “I mean cmon what’s a frog gonna help me with when it comes to surgery?!”



“Hm…you could always know if you become a veterinarian!” That excuse ain’t going to make it “Medic I wanna work on a real body!!” Y/N whined. “You’re not ready, Y/N. We must take small steps to get to zhe goal. Now, focus.” Medic took out his clip board with a printed on photo of a frog and for the rest of the session they poked and prodded the body, learning about the nerve systems and the organs.



Y/N went to bed that night unsatisfied, they wanted to work on a human body and examine it, they wanted to find more and more things about it then work on some frog. They went to bed twisting and turning in frustration barely getting any sleep.



Day after that and lesson after lesson it’s gotten more and more boring with just working on small animals and it was obvious to Medic. Y/N became more sloppy, their writing less professional, not really listening and zoning out and coming late more often. Medic was displeased and felt bad about it so he decided to take matters in his own hands.

“Zhat will be all for today.” He said, he was looking down and all you could see was the reflection of light on his glasses. “Medic we just stared-?” Y/N said confusingly but they were happy knowing they could now leave early. “Ja, but I decided to cut zhis one short. It’s okay, Y/N I zhink you should leave.” His voice was neutral. It showed know emotion. Medic walked out the door, blood on his hands still and left Y/N alone with the light flickering.



The next day Y/N was awoken up at around 3 am, 5 hours earlier than they’ve ever been awoken and was shook. “Doc, what the hell are- ow!” Medic clicked the light switch on and basically blinded Y/N “the fuck!!? Doc turn that down it’s like 2 am-..” Y/N grumbled.



“Nein! Y/N I have something very special for our lesson.” He pulled Y/N out of their bed like a corpse, Y/N was half awake in their pajamas limp with their eyes shut tight from the intense light of the hallway.



A few minutes later Y/N knew they were in the Medibay because of the cold atmosphere and the chill that crept under their spine. “Doc are we really gonna work right now? Ugh.”

“It’ll be okay Y/N just trust me.” Medic said giggling to himself a little. Medic put Y/N down “alright, keep jour eyes closed!”

“Medic my eyes are already closed-.” Y/N sighed and crossed their arms upset that they were awaken from their beauty sleep. Medic ran away to god knows where and it gave Y/N the time to think to themselves. They knew Medic was crazy but he must be really going looney right now because it’s not like him to do this.



Y/N kept their eyes shut for a few minutes and heard medics familiar clicking of his boots enter the room.

“look who’s back.” They could hear medic grunting and carrying something heavy, all at the same time someones shoes shuffling and fabric rubbing against the marble flooring. “Uh. Doc?.” No response. Y/N hesitated opening their eyes but they decided not to, yet still getting nervous with the sounds surrounding them. “Hey…what’s going on-“ A big thud fell on the operation table and there was a faint sound of liquid dropping. “MEDIC!” Y/N stood up and opened their eyes



In horror they found a BLU Scout’s body, his head was shot in by a Sniper and there was blood everywhere. His eyes were lifeless and his body was pale, the blood spilling out of his body got all over the floor and became a puddle. Y/N was shook and Medic realized they saw it. He rearranged his glasses on his nose getting blood on them and paused. “Uh. TA da-!” Medic flared his bloody hands around in excitement “surprise Y/N!”



“W-wh-wh…” Y/N’s face was still completely stiff and still was in shock with what was in front of them. “You’ve been doing good and vell, I wanted to surprise you but you OPENED JOUR EYES DUMMKOPF!” Medic said raising his voice. He paused again and cleared his throat “and so, I found Zhis Scout for jour anatomy practice!” Even though this was completely and utterly disgusting and gross, Y/N appreciated the fact that they were thought of and smiled sheepishly “Medic..this is-. I’m-!” They ran over to him and hugged him tightly “I’M SO HAPPY!” They blurted out



The rest of the morning was them working on the BLU Scouts body with no knowledge from the BLU mercs. It was a nice morning to start the day off and the bond between Y/N and Medic grew stronger <3





Hi y’all! I took a break from writing for a few days since I was pretty burnt out and this one took a while! Thank you for the support and supporting my work! I appreciate it a ton <3 mwah!

[emo-trash88]

hi! i’d love to request a matchup for hazbin hotel :))

i have short wavy hair and an asymmetrical haircut, my hair is currently dyed red, i have brown hair and brown eyes and i wear glasses. i have a baby face, im short and kind of chubby, and a little insecure about my appearance.

my zodiac is cancer sun, taurus moon, leo rising if that helps you at all!

i’m pretty sensitive but i hate showing it (and usually don’t, im a pretty good actor). i can be pretty clingy and insecure, but i try not to let it show too much.

i can get pretty lonely and i love to share all my obsessions with people, but i also get drained from social interactions pretty quickly.

i love having people who can make me laugh, and especially people who laugh at my jokes. i really enjoy having people to banter with.

my main love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation, but i really like quality time and acts of service as well.

i hate being condescended, or feeling dismissed or like im not being listened to. if i feel like my opinion or presence is unwanted in a situation i’ll shut down very quickly, but if someone i love makes me feel that way i tend to lash out. i try my best to communicate how im feeling but i can get really emotional sometimes.

i wear some variation of the same outfit everyday, i love music, movies, watching tv, reading, and writing. i love animals but im kinda scared of going outside (bugs and allergies). i’m very awkward and i talk a lot when im nervous (which is like all the time). i’ve been a theater kid since i was 4 years old and i love disney movies (my fav is princess and the frog). i’m the kind of person who doesn’t really like to talk to new people unless i have to so im terrible at making friends. i can be quite rude but i don’t try to be i just can’t read social cues. i really really love rocks, im vegetarian (or at least trying to be), deficient in like a million vitamins, have a bad stomach, auditory processing issues, and mental illness. i have very dry humor and i say things without thinking about them, so i make really weird jokes that usually only i understand. i get sick pretty often, i get lightheaded easily and have bad joints. i love sweet things and would eat nothing but chocolate all the time if i could. i can’t keep eye contact well, i stare at random areas on peoples faces when in conversation. i need time to recharge alone after pretty much any social situation. im a bit of a perfectionist and i can become obsessive over trying to fix everything that’s bothering my friends or those i love. i can be quite irritable and get frustrated easily especially when im anxious but it’s pretty easy to calm me down with a hug or verbal affirmations. i’m kind of like a cat in the way that i can be extremely clingy but sometimes i hate to be touched. i take a lot of naps and i might have narcolepsy and/or chronic fatigue.

i’m trans-masc and bi (but i prefer boys).

Okay okay, so I think you match up best with

LUCIFER

(No it's not just because you're a theatre kid and he's voiced by Jermey Jordan)

I feel that based off of how you described being really sensitive and emotional, this man would be (relatively) well equipped to handle it. I also think that he would be really good for making you feel comfortable (Sorry I'm shit at explaining my reasoning for things sometimes 😭)

[kokomochi]

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧

"𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙝?"

suffering from a terminal illness- l/n y/n takes it upon herself to complete her little list before her time runs out. what she thought was a journey for one, turned into an adventure with roppongi's haitani ran

15. save me a waltz MASTERLIST GENERAL MASTERLIST

if there's one thing that hasn't changed from him, it's his sheer hatred to specific scents- and if given the chance then he'd gladly burn down everything that gave him that sense of nostalgia that he can't seem to escape.

one of which is the strong scent of the incense that wafted through the open space, sighing to himself as he dragged the bag that he was holding up to the all-to familiar monument at the end of the depressing place.

meet haitani ran, one of bonten's top executive and is currently known for being one of the notorious men out there to have a strong hatred to the government- more specifically, the police enforcements.

he wouldn't be like this if it weren't for what happend eleven years ago, wouldn't be where he is now if those shitheads did their job right.

yet here he is, standing in front of the marbled monument that he had built for the one and only l/n y/n.

the man changed over the course of the past decade, changed his views in life and changed how he viewed those people who labeled themselves as society's saviors.

what a joke, really.

but when all is said and done, there is one thing that managed to stick to him for eleven years- and that was his sheer adoration towards the girl in front of him.

ran was grateful that he got himself a good paying job that allow him to build a resting place that fits the woman's personality.

and who would've thought that he'd made her monument right under a sakura tree- one that he used to hate and still does to some extent.

in his belief, it felt just right to transfer her under the blossom tree since sakura's were known to fully bloom in the season of spring- the same season that the gods have given her to him and took her away in a flash.

gone just like that.

oh how ironic and idiotic he is to also visit her during the month of april.

it wasn't his fault that he had just finished his preparations for her big surprise, hauling behind him a large bag that contained everything that he had done that for sure would bring a smile on her face.

if she was here atleast.

purple eyes looked down on the photo that's sitting on the bottom of the monument, a picture of the (h/c) haired girl with a smile on her face- dressed in her usual school uniform.

it's good to know that he isn't going to have a 'talk' with some florists any time soon, noticing the fresh bouquets of (f/c) flowers that were perched on a beautiful porcelain vase that he had gotten her.

"hey... sorry for visiting just now n/n."

even after eleven years passed, the pain that gnaws on his heart was still fresh- like it had just happend yesterday.

"the boss was tiring us out- but hey, it's your anniversary right now so don't go sad on me."

as much as he wanted to tear up, he unfortunately had wasted all of them after mourning for her for more than two years.

the man still does, don't get him wrong- but due to his current line of work, it made it almost impossible for him to show normal emotions like pain unlike the past him who's more open to vulnerability.

if this tree didn't hold any specific importance to him then he would've burned it to it's roots a long time ago- grimacing as the blossoms litter around her monument.

though, he's only here for one thing.

haitani ran began emptying out the bag that he has, putting down stuffed animals from different places and lined them down in front of her framed picture- each plushies holding a significant meaning to the two of them.

a dolphin plush from singapore's aquarium, a minnie mouse one that he got at disneyland in paris.

let's not forget a certain frog plush that he once won for her at that fair that they went to as eighteen year olds.

then he began setting up some sort of string that wrapped around the marble stone with little polaroids already clipped on the decorative string.

it was photos of different places that he had been to over the course of a decade.

yes, ever since the accident of '06- haitani ran made it his mission to complete that damned list of hers, the reason why they became close in the first place.

for nineteen year old ran, it was hard to achieve some of these seeing as he needed to travel the globe to do some of the things that she had wanted- like visit the eiffel tower that he had gone to paris for the moment that he had received his first pay.

oh it pained him of course, pained him to the core as to why he was doing this all for a girl that passed away.

no- it was the love of his life that passed away.

maybe this was his way of coping, doing all the things that he knew she would've loved if she was given the chance.

"getting that sea shell from the philippines was a tricky one- but the beach is pretty cool i guess." the dual hair colored man said, crouching down in front of her photo and lightly brushed the dirt off of the glass surface.

he couldn't help but let a fond smile etch itself on his lips, sighing as he sat down fully, not caring if his expensive suit would get soiled by the dirt beneath him- he'll just buy another one.

after a minute of silence, just arranging everything that he had gotten for her- the man took out the worn out notebook that he had kept with him for a decade and still counting.

how did he even manage to get that in the first place?

well, l/n m/n was the one who handed it to him a week after her daughter's burial.

'she'd love for you to have it.'

and since then, he had done everything that he can- from binge watching a reality show to watch a dolphin show at an aquatic park surrounded by children.

"i did it y/n... your little list is now complete."

a chuckle left his lips as he skimmed through the pages of crossed out words, feeling a sense of accomplishment that surged through him.

silence was the only response that he got, the sound of the blossoms dancing along with the wind acted as his white noise as purple eyes landed on a certain number that was yet to get crossed out.

marry the love of your life haitani ran

it's painful goddammit.

but what can he do?

ever since he had seen that number on her list, he stayed truthful to her- wearing a ring on his finger to shoo any women that would approach him whenever he has business with his co-workers at some local bar.

the man would also stray away from drugs, which is pretty ironic since his job was to import and transport drugs to different clients- yet he still makes sure that he doesn't have anything to do with them even if a certain co-worker did it on a daily basis.

he just can't bear with the thought of doing something that he had lost y/n to- a drug bust gone wrong.

a sigh escaped from his lips, the corners of his mouth tugging up on a small grin as he toyed with the silver band on his finger that had her name engraved on the inside.

it's a daily reminder that even if he's doing business either by killing or just trading- she'll always be with him.

"i couldn't complete the last one just yet... so you'll just have to wait a little more, alright?"

as much as he wanted to take his life right then and there- seeing as there was no purpose to him living anymore since he only lived to see that the list is complete, his mission wasn't over just yet.

haitani ran stood up, leaving behind another ring that was intertwined with the string of polaroids that he had strung up all around her monument.

"until the day that i grow old- i'll leave it uncrossed, alright?"

"just wait for me a little bit more my love. i'll marry you the moment i step in heaven even if that means that i'll have to crawl my way up from hell."

haitani ran never really cared for his well-being nor did he care if he were to live to see another day.

living his life at the edge of the cliff that you call death, he doesn't stray away from the place even if he's aware on what waits for him on the abyss below.

that was until he had met her.

it was her who taught him to live your life to the fullest, live like you're going to die the next day and won't wake up to see another sunrise.

and now that he's nearing thirty, he realized that maybe lowering down his dangerous lifestyle isn't that bad at all- now that he's living a life for two.

haitani ran now wakes up to see another day for both him and y/n, living a life that he knew that she would most definitely like.

you may think that it's sad and depressing for the man to keep doing this to himself- and indeed it does hurt, but at the same time he's content with what he has and the time that remains.

because he knows that she'll wait for him in the afterlife.

after all, l/n y/n will always be with him.

[reyraccoon]

@heart-wit-strength once said “Amphibia Aladdin Au” and I said oh worm??

This wasn’t what Anne had planned for the day. Then again, nothing ever went to plan when it came to the princess, Anne really should’ve known better by this point. She couldn’t just ask Marcy to go out on a flying carpet ride, as if the witty princess would say yes that easily.

“Carpet ride you say?” Marcy’s face gave nothing away, an eyebrow raising ever so slightly.

“Yeah! It’s totally safe, good old Bessie wouldn’t let us fall.”

“Don’t mention falling, you idiot!” Sasha’s angry whisper on Anne’s right ear almost made her flinch. The genie had turned into a small pinkish purple salamander and hid under Anne’s curly hair.

“That really wasn’t a concern but thank you for pointing that out.”

Anne brought a hand to her neck, subtly nudging Sasha to make her stop tugging her hair. “A-Anyways, you had mentioned not going outside the palace much. If you would allow me, I would be honoured to show you the world.”

“You corny dumbass.”

Marcy brought a hand to her chin, tilting her head slightly. “The world? In a single night? Doesn’t sound plausible to me.”

“Argh! That damn smartass.” Sasha said, tugging Anne’s curls with a groan. “Well say something!”

“I- I meant-“ The temptation to flick Sasha off her head increased as the genie wouldn’t stop pulling her hair. “Stop it!” Anne hissed

“You alright Annie?”

“Yes, sorry, there’s an annoying mosquito in my ear singing me the song of its people.”

“I will turn into a swarm of bees if you don’t say something smart right now!”

Clearing her throat, Anne turned back to the princess. “We can’t go around the world, but there’s so much to see in a single night, wonders just waiting to be explored. Trust me princess, you won’t regret it.”

The princess thought for a moment before something Anne couldn’t recognize flashed in her eyes.

“I know those eyes.” Sasha warned, “She’s plotting something, I just know it.”

“I’ll go.” Marcy said with a smile.

“Wait, really?!” Anne’s grin didn’t falter even as Sasha chastised her for ‘losing her cool.’ “Sweet! I’ll go get-“

“I’ll go IF…” Without taking her eyes off Anne, Marcy tapped the Flipwart board on the table. “…You defeat me.”

“Well, you’re screwed.”

Anne could only watch as Marcy set the pieces for the game. She wondered if the princess was purposely setting it up slowly as a taunt, letting Anne stew in nervousness and fear.

But by frog was it working.

Sasha was no help either.

“I knew we couldn’t trust that smirk! Damn princess and her damn calculating and beautiful eyes-“

“You Could be a bit more supportive, you know?” Anne muttered, hoping Marcy couldn’t hear. “Maybe some encouragement?!”

“Fine, ahem.” Sasha materialized a tiny flag with the letter A on it. “Go Anne. I believe in you. You got this.” She said, no emotion in her voice.

“You know, I think I rather have your pessimism than your sarcasm.”

“I am being realistic, sweetheart and realistically there is No way you can defeat the Flipwart champion at her own game.”

“It’s your move Annie.” Anne nearly jumped out of her skin, the princess seemingly unaware of the turmoil going on in her head. Marcy rested her head on her hand, a sweet smile on her face.

“R-right.” Anne could at least say she knew the rules of the game. Probably. She looked down at the board, her hand hovering over the pieces. “I’ll… uh…”

“Taking your time with the first move, hm?“

It wasn’t quite malice in Marcy’s voice, but Anne could hear the amusement behind it. She finally picked a piece and made her move.

Marcy didn’t even look at the board. She quickly made her move without taking her eyes off Anne.

‘Jeez, I didn’t even have time to think-‘ Anne could already feel sweat rolling down her neck.

As the game progressed it only got worse. Anne would make what she hoped was a correct move, only for Marcy to respond without hesitation, not once having to look at the board for more than a second.

“You’re getting your ass kicked, Anne.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Anne looked at Marcy for any signs that she could hear her conversation. As usual, the princess gave nothing away.

“Listen, the rules say nothing about games. Might be time to use your second wish?”

Anne shook her head. “No. Using magic would be cheap. I am earning this… my way.”

Sasha couldn’t figure out if Anne’s choice was admirable or dumb. Probably both. “Anne, that’s cute, but she is the kingdom’s undefeated champion.”

Sasha was right. Anne couldn’t defeat Marcy. Not the way she was playing. “Look I have a plan…”

Marcy tapped a finger in her cheek as she watched princess Annie struggling to make a move. It was cute seeing her mutter to herself as she decided what to do next. It made the princess almost want to stop the game, a flying carpet ride sounded fun. But this was more than just testing Annie’s Flipwart abilities. It was about testing her character. Would her strategy involve aggressive offence? Or would she be defensive all throughout, not willing to risk her pieces? Most of the suitors before would either quit by this point or not accept the challenge at all, intimidated by Marcy. Was it too much for the princess to ask for an opponent that could at least surprise her with a unique strategy?

Marcy’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a book falling from her desk. Strange- how did that-

Gulp

Marcy turned back to the game. Annie looked at her with an- odd expression.

“Something wrong princess?”

Marcy silently stared at Annie, knowing something was off. She couldn’t place it though. She looked down at the board- something wasn’t right. She could have sworn she had a heron piece on the left side but there was nothing. Did Annie attack in a prior turn and she didn’t notice? Marcy was half paying attention, she might have left her overconfidence blind her from simple moves.

“My apologies… I got distracted.”

“No worries princess, it happens to the best of us.” As Marcy played her turn, Annie’s grin seemed so genuine. Too genuine. That couldn’t be genuine-

“Pspspsps” Marcy turned to the noise in her ear but there was nothing. She rubbed her head and wondered if maybe Annie wasn’t lying about the mosquito earlier?

Monch

Annie was still sitting with her innocent smile… Did she have something in her cheeks? Looking at the board again Marcy knew something was definitely wrong. She definitely had more pieces last turn. Marcy knew damn well Annie was cheating but how- wait… did Annie… Did she- no, that’s ridiculous… she wouldn’t-

‘I just eat the pieces when Sprig isn’t looking.’

“Anne you stupid, cute, moron.” Sasha sighed as she watched Anne swallow another piece every time the princess looked away. Marcy HAD to know what was going on at this point, her puzzled look had turned into- delight? Then the princess started to giggle.

At that moment the princess, the genie and the street rat had the exact same thought.

‘Oh God- She’s cute-‘

“Well, I believe that ends the game.” Marcy declared. “You have won, princess Annie.”

“I did?! I mean, yeah I did-“

“Indeed. Quite a unique way of ending the game.” Marcy rested her head on her hands and gave Anne a knowing look “My king suddenly disappeared.”

“…No idea how that could’ve happened.” Anne covered her mouth to stop herself from burping. “Pardon me-“ Anne was sure Marcy would get Joe Sparrow to take her away but the princess just laughed.

“Quite the mystery.” Marcy said standing up. “Now I do believe you mentioned a carpet ride?”

Anne couldn’t hide her excitement as she quickly stood up and offered her arm to the princess “shall we?” To her surprise, Marcy accepted without hesitation.

“We shall.”

Sasha could only look as the pair walked to the balcony, Anne calling for Bessie. ‘These bitches gay. Good for them, good for them.’

[sashannarcy]

Sjjd sorry, not a joke I actually wanna know the premise and stuff

NOPE NOPE THAT'S OKAY that's why I wanted to check!!

Amphibia is about a group of three middle schoolers who literally get isekai'd to another dimension (Amphibia!) full of walking talking amphibians. the three of them are separated, so they all land in a different place and have to adjust to their circumstances. the story primarily follows Anne Boonchuy as the main protagonist, an initially self-centered scruffy kid with a half-baked idea of who she is and what she's actually worth. she ends up getting adopted by the Plantars, a frog family that lives in the most redneck, old-fashioned town imaginable, named Wartwood. the main plot is that Anne is trying to find her other two friends and get home - she has the Calamity Box, the thing that transported her and her friends to Amphibia in the first place, but it's not working. whoops! and that's the general premise.

however, I cannot stress to you enough how quickly the show dissolves into something much deeper once you get through season 1. the s1 finale is tragic and very jarring; it's a good introduction to the darker themes of the show. Amphibia is full of very fun filler that is always lighthearted and warm and stuffed with silly shenanigans - and then it'll clock you in the face with emotional angst that you will not see coming. the writing of the three humans in particular is something that has struck me to my core; I truly have never seen anything like it in any other show, which is why my life has practically been taken over by this goddamn storyline. I guarantee you that you will never in a million years be able to predict how this story ends if you haven't been spoiled already.

one last thing: Amphibia is insanely character-driven. nearly every character introduced to you in the show has a fleshed out arc that emphasizes growth and change above all else. Anne is a fantastic protagonist that basically flips all the typical protagonist ideals on their heads and then makes you love her even more for it. my point here is just that there is a very potent love for these characters that shines throughout the entire story, and I don't think Amphibia would be Amphibia without this clear adoration of its characters. please watch it. it is so fucking good.

[goddess-in-heaven-and-hell]

Something Wicked This Way Comes Pt. V - Gwynriel One-Shot

The (probably) last part of this witchy series. No warnings other than fluff for daaays and a little tiny bit of spice at the end. Enjoy :) 

Azriel POV

The clearing of the forest was illuminated by the soft glow of thousands of candles and merry bonfires. Owls hooted in the distance, frogs croaked as they splashed from stone to stone, fireflies glided through the night sky. There wasn’t one corner in the whole woodland that didn’t come to life to witness the full moon ritual of the coven.  

Everyone was clad in white and moved on the mossy floor barefooted. The various gowns, suits and armors glowed even brighter from the fire and the moon, who shone upon the party in all its glory. As if it knew that the foreign visitors of the coven were present, and it wanted to show off for a bit.

Gwyn wore a pure white dress too. The long skirt of it flowed around her legs with the softness and elegance of water, the wide sleeves covered her whole arm as she stepped through the thicket and onto a path that led to the ritual grounds. For the warm night it ended up being, she was pretty covered up. The back of the dress, however, was sown with a lovely cut-out, showing off her fair skin underneath.

Azriel was itching to trail the tips of his fingers over her back, until he’d be met with the soft fabric again. Gwyn looked positively radiant this night, and he had made a point in telling her exactly that from the moment she stepped out of her room, a little shy about her new look, but excitement oozing out of her every pore.

Even now, after a good ten minutes of wandering through the woods with the coven, she barely contained herself, every muscle working and her head nearly getting whiplash from the speed she yanks it from left to right, soaking up the surroundings. A smile was permanently etched onto Azriel’s face, just feeding off her emotions and happiness.

Well, that smile had been there from the moment she asked him to be her boyfriend, if he was being honest with himself.

He still couldn’t quite understand. How he deserved her, how she’s his mate, how she’d confessed that she felt as deeply and strongly for him as he felt for her. That grabbing her hand and holding it tightly to keep her from slipping was to be his new normal now.

He couldn’t wait to tell his family about this.

Cassian would be over the moon, probably breaking Azriel’s back in the hug he’s not going to be able to dodge. Nesta would need some time convincing that he is able to make Gwyn happy. The sister-like bond the two shared hopefully would end up working in his favor. And –

“AZRIEL!”, Gwyn had stopped her wandering to glare at him, her hands on her hips, “have you heard what I said?”

He had not. And his Shadows had zero to no intention of helping him, whispering Why don’t you listen to our mate? If they were inclined to swearing, they probably would have added a dumbass.

“Sorry, love. I decided I’m not going to listen to you in the future if you don’t address me as ‘boyfriend’. ‘Az’ would work too, but that would make me very unhappy.”, which was a complete lie. But for now, he wanted and needed the reassurance. “Actually, I’d like a proper nickname, while you’re at it.”

Gwyn snorted, grabbing his hand again and mumbling what sounded like ‘Illyrian baby’ under her breath. But she was his girlfriend, she was allowed to do that.

“I was asking you, oh dearest boyfriend of mine, if you are fine with going to the tarot reading first before checking out their food?”

“Sure.” She could drag him through the thicket head first and he’d enjoy it if it meant she was happy.

The little group they were walking with came to a halt, joining in the already building crowd. Felicity, the tiny witch that invited Gwyn to their festivities only a day ago, came to welcome them with a broad smile on her face. “I am so happy you could make it! I wish you both a blessed full moon.”

Azriel and Gwyn repeated the blessing to her. The people here seemed genuinely happy they joined them. Even though they ranked him below Gwyn the second they set their eyes on him, they made an effort to integrate the fae, making him feel completely at ease. Not that he minded ranking behind Gwyn. There was something about her in this position of power, her being able to command anything from him at her will, that made his skin feel… tight.

“Well, we have a number of activities that you can explore before and after the main ritual. Of course there is food and drink aplenty. You can basically enjoy yourself the way you want as long as you don’t disrupt the nature around you. The ritual takes place in about an hour around the main fire.”, she pointed her bejeweled finger in the general direction. “If you are unsure about something, come and find me.”

Like that was an easy thing to do. The woman was incredibly small, probably smaller still than Amren, and clad in the same white fabric as literally everyone else.

Gwyn thanked her and together, they watched her disappear in the crowd again. Men and women alike wore smiles or solemn looks on their faces, chattering away or keeping to the edges of the party in quiet meditation. If they had a ritual like that every month, no wonder their spirits were high and their community tightly knit.

Gwyn turned towards him, her auburn hair glowing a beautiful shade of red in the varying lights. “Tarot reading, pretty please?”

Gwyn POV

Gwyn knew that Azriel was a good-looking male.

She had noticed some priestesses at training sigh whenever he walked by, knew from Nesta that he used to have no shortage of lovers, and of course the effects he had on her were far from tame as well.

But Azriel in white was a picture neither her heart nor other regions of her body had an easy time dealing with.

His white linen shirt and trousers were loosely fitted, but contrasted perfectly with his darker skin and the black ink of his tattoos. It also didn’t help that the first two buttons of his shirt were undone, or that he had rolled the sleeves of it up to his elbows to showcase said tattoos. Gwyn practically itched to trail her fingers over the swirls, to learn their pattern by heart. Only the exuberance around her kept her eyes and hands occupied.

He still wore some of his siphons, he had told her, but they were strapped around his torso, hidden from sight.

It was hard to concentrate on the task at hand with the walking distraction that was Azriel. But she needed to focus, to hone all her senses… on the cards spread out on the table before her.

“Let your hand travel over the cards. Notice where you are naturally drawn to. Or let your gaze wander and pick the card you just can’t look away from.”, the elderly woman behind the desk advised.

Gwyn had a hard time looking away from all of the cards, because they were painted in a beautiful purple with golden accents.

After briefly discussing her options with Az, she had decided to go for a past – present – future reading, drawing exactly one card for each of the categories. She was told she needed a guiding question in her mind in order to pick the perfect cards. It took only a second for her to decided what she wanted to ask the Gods and Goddess tonight.

Gwyn took her time searching for the perfect card, the sleeves of her dress scraping the surface of the desk. After she’d chosen all of them, the woman swiped up the rest of the deck in one swift motion and slowly, with practiced hands, turned the first of Gwyn’s cards around.

It symbolized her past. The woman depicted on the drawing was looking calmly ahead, while she held open the jaws of a lion before her. Bold, golden letters atop the card read ‘Strength’.

“What a beautiful card to start with.”, the woman muttered, sliding the card closer to Gwyn for her to inspect, “This card is part of the Major Arcana, cards connected to powerful emotions and mental states. Strength symbolizes equal parts of bravery and compassion. Look at how the woman commands the lion so calmly. She’s in control, disciplined at all times, without being hardened by the world to not show her compassion.”

Gwyn actually had to swallow hard as she listed to the explanation. She trained herself to be in control, always on top of her work. Well, even using her work to get a sense of mental clarity and calmness.

“This strength is of course translated into every part of life, but especially effective in friendship. Long and extremely strong friendly relations are built with it. Stick to them, dearest.”

Nesta and Emerie. Azriel. Probably even Cassian. They all had become a second family to her in a matter of months. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Azriel smiling while studying the card himself.

“I will.”, Gwyn answered, already itching to see the next card, “Present?”

The woman turned the card in the middle. It showed two people holding hands in a beautifully illustrated garden, lush with fruit and plants. At this point, Azriel let out a low chuckle.

“The Lovers.”, the elderly witch threw a weighted glance in their general direction, her own lips tilting upwards. “The card that represents union and partnership, not always necessarily related to a romantic union.  It means you have come across a complementary energy and are ready to commit. The Lovers are closely connected to the element of air, as it is the element of healthy communication, which is always helpful in any relationship.”

Gwyn knew that witchcraft was real. Even some fae have inherited their own portion of it and used it in everyday life. But having drawn these cards that seemed to have come right out of her soul, she might have felt the urge to convert.

Azriel’s Shadows, still with more substance, caressed her open back when the witch mentioned the element of air. And it made perfect sense – his Shadows were called air sprites by the coven, and literally helped him to obtain information. Aiding in communication indeed.

“The Lovers don’t always have to fit together picture perfect. Sometimes, opposites attract. It is more understanding and empowering the other person that matters most. Do the cards fit to the question you thought about at all?”

“They fit perfectly.”, Gwyn said quietly.

“Well, let’s see if that holds true for your future as well.”

Turning the card, Gwyn was immediately met with the image of 10 identical cups, stacked upon one another to tower into the sky.

The elderly witch let out a full on laugh now. “Deary, everyone in this clearing would wish for a reading like this.”

“You have drawn the Ten of Cups for your future. Their even number symbolizes inner happiness and fulfillment, truly a blessing from heaven. In love it can mean long term stability, in your career it could refer to a sense of belonging, a comradery of sorts.”

“Maybe I’ll return and befriend Merrill.”, Gwyn whispered to Az, who lifted his brows at the suggestion.

“Abundance in any area of life will come your way, dearest.”, the woman closed with a warm smile. And Gwyn had the feeling that her future had already begun, judging by how abundant she was feeling in this moment.

As Gwyn and Az left the table to make way for other costumers, Gwyn couldn’t help but feel elated, almost drunk with power and happiness. She positioned herself in front of Az, stood on her tiptoes and pressed a loving kiss to his lips.

Az shot her a playful look. “Happy, love?”

“The happiest.”

“I don’t mean to pry, but I am a bit curious about your question.”, he let her know while pulling her into his arms.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know, Spymaster? Now I realize you got the job because you are the nosiest out of your whole friendship group, not because of your Shadows.”, she giggled.

Azriel snorted. “I am not. I told you; you can keep your question a secret.”

“Mh”, Gwyn lifted her head to whisper to him, “It’s a very personal thing to share. But I’ll confide in you, mate.”

She could have sworn a wave of goosebumps travelled over his skin, either from her using the word ‘mate’ or from her close proximity. He still looked very eager to hear her question.

“I asked the Gods and Goddesses “, she paused for dramatic effect, “if there truly is a correlation between wingspans and other body parts.”

Azriel’s head tipped back in barely contained laughter. Gwyn joined in, quite relieved that she could make that sort of joke with him and not feel weird or panicked about it. Honestly, she could have asked about the wingspans for all he knew. Her future promised ‘fulfillment’ after all. Even though she wasn’t sure about sleeping with him in the near future, she was more than ready to try other intimate things with him.

After his breathing returned to normal, he started shaking his head in mock terror, “What have I gotten myself into?”

“Easy there, I am your queen, you can’t criticize me.”, she threw over her shoulder, already on her way to the refreshments. The ritual was about to start, but she wanted to try their drinks beforehand. As long as the ‘wahr’ tea wasn’t on the menu.

They both grabbed a vibrant blue drink that looked strangely appetizing. Maybe she was just drawn to it because it had the exact same color as Azriel’s siphons. Gwyn let the bubbles of the liquid travel down her throat. Az discreetly let his unfinished glass vanish into the shadows, claiming it to be way too sweet for his liking.

“Gather around!”, a deep, male voice droned through the clearing, effectively putting a stop to any chattering. Every pair of eyes turned towards the biggest and brightest fire in the clearing. Poised before it, the sharp lines of her body illuminated by the dancing flames, stood Elvyra. She had gone full out for the ritual, dressed in so many drapes of different colored clothing that Gwyn couldn’t tell what exactly she was wearing. Her aura seemed to vibrate though, pulsing through the dark woodlands and sparking excitement in the other participants.

Warriors of the coven went through the crowds of people, stopping and apparently handing out something. Just when she was about to ask Azriel what he thought was going on, Felicity appeared by their side as if she has been summoned, her cheeks flushed and eyes glowing.

“I’m so glad I found you! I just quickly wanted to tell you that the guys coming around distribute the blessed oil. It’s a mixture of different herbs, magically charged of course, and you need to draw this pattern,” she drew said pattern into the air before them, the lines glowing a faint purple like she had used paint on a canvas, “on the other persons forehead with the oil. It essentially opens up your chakras to be able to receive the benefits of this ritual better. All clear?”

Gwyn nodded her thanks, the drawing of the pentagram still suspended in midair. Azriel to her right had already started to greet one of the male warriors who held a golden bowl filled with oil. “Do you want to go first?”, he asked, clearly enjoying all of this magical stuff. She was immensely happy he felt welcome here, even after he was stripped off of his position as mission leader.

“Pull your hair back.” Gwyn dipped her middle finger into the oil. It was warm to touch and definitely smelled nice. Azriel bent down a little, brushing his hair out of the way and waited for Gwyn to bless him. She studied the pattern one more time before touching her finger to his skin.

It was like an electric spark travelled from her fingers onto him, and only years and years of training in impulse control prevented Az from jumping to the side. Gwyn cringed, quickly finishing her blessing. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t do that on purpose.”

Az smirked down at her, his pupils dilated. “It didn’t hurt, just caught me by surprise. But I think it’s a normal reaction to have. Let me do you.”

He realized what he said just a second later, but Gwyn was already blushing and laughing hard. She was always so amused whenever Nesta and Cassian were in the mood to say allusive things, and how creative they got with it. Apparently, with the right partner you don’t even have to try that hard, it just happened.

Azriel murmured a ‘sorry’, but she could tell he didn’t really mean it. Without further discussion, he dipped his finger into the oil himself. His other hand came to rest at the side of her face, holding her in place and tilting it upwards just a little. He did everything with quiet concentration, his whole focus completely honed in on her, and it made her fidgety.

But that was nothing compared to the jolt that came crashing through her body when his anointed finger found her skin and drew the pattern of the pentagram. She let out a surprised ‘oh’ at the sensation. It was stronger still than when she had blessed Azriel, like every nerve in her body tingled, charged with energy to the maximum. The feeling of his fingers and hands on her was amplified as well and her breath quickened automatically at the warmth that seeped from his skin to hers.

When Azriel stepped away and the warrior continued his way through the crowds, Gwyn realized that her sense of feeling wasn’t the only thing that had gotten elevated. Looking around the clearing, she noticed that the colors turned more vibrant too, that slow, quiet music seemed to fill the air that wasn’t there a second before – even the ground beneath her naked feet pulsed with energy and life. Opening her chakras indeed. It was similar to how she felt during services with the other priestesses, just ten times more primal, natural.

A grin slowly spread across her face.

“Az? Can I try something?”

After he just nodded his okay, completely oblivious to her evil plans, Gwyn pushed herself on her tiptoes again and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek.

Azriel POV

His whole body was on fire and Azriel cursed himself for choosing to wear the linen pants and not his sturdier leathers. How on earth did a kiss on the cheek have this effect on him? He barely suppressed the groan that wanted to escape him. His whole face tingled, like Gwyn had run a feather over it.

Gwyn lingered beside him, her face nuzzled in his neck. He could feel her suppressed laughter, the air that caressed his skin and her whole body shaking. She knew exactly what she was doing, the little menace.

“Careful Berdara.”, his voice came out a little too raspy to sound normal, but it hopefully added to the warning. He came dangerously close to just grab her, find a nice spot in the forest and have his way with her. He couldn’t even fathom how a little more than just kissing would feel in this state.

Which was not what she signed up for. Not at all.

Reminding himself of Gwyn’s past functioned as the cold shower he desperately needed. Just today did she confide in him that the physical aspect of the mating bond scared her. A little warning about what ‘opening chakras’ meant from Felicity’s side would have been welcome, though.

“Welcome all to this blessed full moon.”, Elvyra’s voice stopped his mental monologue and Gwyn too let go of him to find her.

Elvyra’s arms were widespread as she turned in a circle slowly to include every single person that showed up tonight. Her voice boomed through the quiet of the night, magically amplified through her magic and the blessed oil.

“Tonight, we are gathered to celebrate the month that has passed, the circle of life coming to its crescendo. We thank the Gods and Goddesses for the abundance this time has brought us, and for the personal growth it gifted each of us with.”

“But the full moon is also a time to reflect, to reach deep within you and contemplate the path you have taken. Does it still suit you? Are you in search of a new opportunity, a new mental state? If so, now is the time to ask for spiritual guidance, to celebrate and manifest changes and set your intention for the waning of the moon. Sit, friends, and let the conjuring of the circle fill you with power.”

All around them, the witches and males that were standing went to sit on the forest floor, anticipation written clearly in every feature. Azriel grabbed Gwyn’s arm and led her to a tree nearby. He sat with his back to the trunk, and pulled Gwyn down in-between his spread legs. Without him having to coax her, she leaned back and relaxed into his arms.

“Comfortable?”

“Very.”

He could hear the smile in her answer and it made his heart sing.

In front of them, four witches appeared, Felicity being one of them, to step into a circle formation around the fire. Each woman represented an element and was equipped with a fitting candle.

The ritual was like nothing he ever experienced in five centuries of life. One by one, the elements were called upon and invited to the circle to support their wishes for this full moon. Air was first, and his Shadows only barely remained by his side. He felt how they wanted to be with the witch holding the air candle, but he was unsure of how well the witches would take that interruption. Fire was next, then water, lastly earth. With each element, a new surge of emotions and sensations flooded his body, and Gwyn’s too judging from her fidgeting.

When the circle was cast, Elvyra went to talk about the things the coven was thankful for, including the fae of the Night Court. Many glasses were raised in respect and gratitude for the union, and Gwyn practically beamed from the positive reaction of the crowd.

His mate seemed to have the time of her life. Her eyes roamed the clearing and the circle, paying rapt attention to everything that was said. She was a scholar on a mission, after all. But her hands developed a life of their own, not having forgotten the reaction she drew out of him earlier. Sat between his legs, Gwyn had an easy time casually and accidentally touching him by trailing her hands over his legs, or playing with his fingers. Which in turn made Azriel inattentive and focused solely on her wicked touches.

He had warned her. Two could play this game.

During a particularly fascinating passage Gwyn apparently forgot about her mission to tease Azriel into an early grave. Which in turn presented him with the perfect opportunity.

Leaning forward, he let his fingers roam both of her arms, feeling the soft fabric underneath. Gwyn jumped slightly at the touch, but quickly schooled herself into indifference. Azriel grinned behind her. He was only warming up.

Using one of his hands, he brushed her hair away from her neck and over her shoulder, exposing the inviting panes of perfect skin to his gaze. Her neck and the cut out of her back betrayed her indifference with the amount of goosebumps on display there. Azriel waited for a while, building the anticipation and keeping her in suspense. Judging from the way her breathing first stopped and then quickened, he had her exactly where he wanted.

Gwyn POV

She wanted to melt the second Azriel touched his lips to her neck. The simple kiss struck a nerve because she felt the sensation buzzing down her whole back, right into her hips. He only gave her a moment to collect herself before another kiss was planted right underneath the first, this one lingering a little longer. The third had him darting out his tongue to lick at her pulse point, which hammered so fast it undoubtedly elevated his level of arrogance sky high.

Gwyn couldn’t do anything about her audible, quick breathing, or the low moan she produced after Azriel gently nibbled at the muscle cord of her neck, then soothed it over with a kiss. As inconspicuous as possible, she tried to bring her legs together in front of her to release just a little bit of the tension that had been building there. But Azriel, of course, noticed right away.

One of his warm hands caught her right knee, resting it there heavily to keep her whole leg from moving. “Gwyn? Is everything okay? Aren’t you paying attention?”

Gwyn released a pained chuckle. She should have never started this, not when she had less experience than him and when he can read every little movement of her body to use it as his advantage.

“I am.”

His hand inched a bit higher from the starting point of her knee.

“Oh, do you mind repeating it to me? I seem to have been lost in thought myself.”

Damn him. Gwyn frantically listened in now, trying to conclude what had been said before. But it literally could have been anything and despite what he’d said, he knew exactly what part of the ritual they were on. He just wanted her to admit how ecstatic he made her feel.

But then, she heard something else. Like another frequency opened to her, simultaneously lower and higher than Elvyra’s own voice. She manifested for the full moon to guide her and the coven in taking action to align with their highest good. She prayed to the Goddesses of the moon: Selene and Artemis. She called upon the triple Goddess Hecate.

Gwyn was shocked for a second before repeating for Azriel the words of his own Shadows. He fell silent, seemingly astonished that she had been paying attention. Or contemplating his own romancing skill.

Gwyn grinned down his little companions who had been staying low on the ground during the whole ritual. One Shadow brushed her cheek when it noticed her attention. She had no idea about why she was able to hear them, if it was a side effect of the bond she shared with their master, if the ritual opened her up to their frequency, of they simply wanted her to hear. Either way, she mentally thanked them.

Both Azriel and Gwyn fell into companionable silence again until the ritual concluded with the crowd chanting “So mote it be”. The air felt charged, the flames burning brighter and higher. True magic surrounded them and their hosts. However, as Gwyn stood to maybe find some more food in the clearing, she noticed that there were a lot less people here than before the ritual began. She looked around confused, until Azriel noticed and told her, “People have been sneaking off into the woods for the past half hour if that’s what you’re asking yourself.”

“Sneaking off to do what? Some more magic?”

Azriel raised his eyebrows. “Can you imagine another reason? One having to do with that interesting oil?”

“Oh”, Gwyn laughed before she reigned herself back in, “but why would they sneak off? I mean, the heightened sensations with it feel good, but nobodies’ touches would convince me to miss a ritual like this.”

She quickly turned her face away from him so he wouldn’t see her grin. With Azriel, you really needed to take advantage of every upper hand you got.

“Really, my queen?” Moving quicker than lightning, he had grabbed her by the arm, spun her around to face him and caught her lips with his own. The kiss was passionate and fiery, and she too poured every ounce of want into it that had been building up in her body for the past hour. Azriel’s hands clasped her waist firmly, pressing her into him. She hummed lowly in satisfaction, tracing his biceps and shoulders with her own hands.

When they broke apart, both struggling for air, Azriel did still have the never to look cocky. “Still convinced that nobodies’ touches could persuade you do ditch the ritual?”

Gwyn made an exaggerated thinking-face, pouting her lips in contemplation. “Yes, actually. It’s not your fault the ritual is so fascinating.”

Azriel let out a sound that seemed to have come from somewhere deep in his chest. He tilted her head up, brushing his nose against hers and kissed the corner of her mouth softly, with just a brush of his lips. Then he moved on to the other side, caressing her lips with his on the way and making Gwyn feel ready to jump out of her skin with desire.

“It’s okay, love. Just tell me what you want.”, he said quietly. But she could practically hear the condescending grin he wore, and it wouldn’t do. She wouldn’t let him win this. Not when she had an ace up her sleeve.

“Azriel? Are you not my sworn warrior?”

“I am. As I’ve said, just tell me what it is you want, and you’ll get it.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear. I command you, then, to refrain from touching me until I say otherwise.”

Azriel gaped at her, his hands falling off from their home around her waist.

“What? You brough this onto yourself. Also, you can still kiss me if I am the one to initiate.”

Azriel grumbled something about it being unfair that made Gwyn laugh again.

When she gave the command, she didn’t reach out to her mental connection to Az. Technically, he can still touch her freely, he just doesn’t know what it feels like to be under a real spell. But as long as he didn’t know that, she could have some fun with this.

“Let’s go back to the inn, shall we?”

[mobblespsycho100]

REIGENREIGEN REIGEN HOLDS MICROPHONE TO UR FACE. UR THOUGHTS ON FROG SHOW FINALE PART 1

I HAVE LOTS OF THOUGHTS WOW.

a lot of mini nitpicks too so i shall say it now:

1. hate hate hate how Mr. X or whatever his title was just showed up and is like good now! helping the gang now! cuz on one hand Damn Mrs. & Mr. Boonchuy musta rlly beat him up (verbally) but also Why ? Is the ? FBI dude who literally harassed a 13 y/o and a family like. just basically excused bcuz hes good now i guess. like.. he didnt apologize or anything hes just helping them now? alright

2. i wisheddd Sash and Anne said "we're sorry" to Marcy when she was unconscious instead of "we forgive you" ? because like. idk i think they shouldve said sorry or give an apology too for basically ignoring their friend's interests like. hi guys ik it was fucked up she got you mixed up in the frog mess but Can't You Guys At Least Say Sorry she was STABBED and POSSESSED for goodness sake.

3. uhhh i think the plantars shouldnt have gotten over the heron trauma ptsd thing that quickly after one talk from Anne but i find it really sweet that they consider the Boonchuys their family so i forgive them TvT

NOOWWWW FOR THE GOOD THINGS: BASICALLY EVERYTHING ELSE. i LOVED the fight scenes ??? THE ABSOLUTE FLUIDITY OF THE MOVEMENTS. THE EMOTIONS WHEN ANNE WAS PUNCHIN ANDRIAS AND USING UP HER STRENGTH and like THE ENTIRE POPULATION OF LA cheering for her was just so sweet, The Darcy Sasha Grimes fight was so fun (i love. scythes.) AND SO FUCKED UP and i love it so much

THE MARCY IN THE MINDSCAPE SCENE LIVING HER FANTASY DREAMS AND THEN REALIZING "oh this isnt real" BECAUSE HER FRIENDS WOULDNT REALLY DO WHATEVER SHE WANTS IS SO SO 😭😭😭 BUT ALSO LIKE. YEAH THOSE FAKE ANNE AND SASHA WERE SO UNCANNY?? n i like how she essentially didnt move like she didnt explore her surroundings she was like. trapped like symbolized stasis somethin somethin unreal scenario AUGHDHGS made me feel things mannn (and that andrias flashback with marcy in the pocket and her happy theme made me T__T)

I find the overall pacing pretty good and I like how each scenes cut when it was getting exciting but also just showing what was going on in subplot A. B. C. like I enjoyed that I think!! It didnt feel like it dragged on too long but it also kept the suspense going which is a great thing when the episode is like 40 mins long . Like the scenes just flowed well imo!!!

I love The Boonchuys so much btw they r my everything. I love how everyone got their own like moment while fighting like its so good.

Also that ending was just so .... AUGEHSHGDHD HRGRHGRHAHSH cant wait for the finale

gosh. frog show. amiright

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here bestie, having enjoyed your morning salt. Tragically I'd call this one of the best episodes this season, thanks the Kyle, as always, setting everyone straight and focusing on what matters (who do you think is the heart of the show again writers?). Looking forward to more of your salty thoughts later, but as usual I'm here to provide RNM bullshit: science edition. So first off any well researched science points the episode might have had (it had none) are automatically null and void

due to Liz bringing back the cursed phrase "the science". I look forward to never having to hear that again when the show ends. Next, in the Liz and Max scene with the pods she mentions "Hawkins radiation" and "Lagrange multipliers" which are in fact real things. Sadly they have absolutely nothing to do with Liz's current resurrection research unless her plan was to detect and throw the dead frog into a black hole to bring it back to life (probably a plot the writers considered). Here's the thing writers, being a scientist doesn't grant you mystical in depth knowledge if every field in science. Liz is not an expert in general relativity because she has a degree in biochemistry (and after the "ionized proton" remark I have serious concerns about the chemistry part of that). Finally, the second Liz and Shivani talk. *me seeing the chemical structures on the whiteboard* "NO! BAD WRITERS!! You can't have an carbon partially unbonded like that!!" *me, all of 0.5 seconds later looking at Liz's tablet while hysterically laughing* "What the actual fuck is THAT!!" There so much wrong in those notes it would take minimum 10 asks to cover. Who's in charge of the science props of this show?  Please writers, put any freshman student taking chem 101 in charge and offer to buy them a pizza. They will do a better job in the time it takes them to eat it. As an aside, Liz and Shivani vaping poorly CGIed alien mist made me laugh. Enjoy my friend!!

Hi bestie! Sorry this took me so long to get to, but that reviewer wasn’t lying when she called this an energy vampire of a season and I just haven’t been able to bring myself to deal this week. I agree that out of this mess of a season, this has been one of the best episodes so far and it really is down to Kyle being back, dropping truth bombs on Max, snuggling into that hug with Isobel while deftly turning Michael’s comments aside and keeping Isobel’s confidence about what happened with them (not that Max and Michael won’t figure it out, but Kyle is so good at not being *totally* obvious unlike Michael who cannot hide his 🥺 face about Alex like, ever), and being THEE captain of the Malex ship and Michael’s cheerleader and refusing to let anyone give up on Alex. 100% the heart of this show.

I can’t wait for this show to be over if only so I never have to hear “The Science” ever again. Even Jeanine’s brilliance can’t save that line. At least she mentioned so real science things, but I’m with you on being confused on why she didn’t throw out some science babble from her related field, though I suppose the answer is “the mist made her brilliant about everything”. Though I thought it was implied it helped “free your thinking” to come up with out of the box ideas, not “implanted knowledge you never had directly into your brain” but it’s not like the writers know or care about how anything on this show, including the passage of time, how long it takes to get places, or how friendships work so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Honestly, I’m seriously doubting they bothered to hire a scientist consultant at all, but you’d think that googling terms and pictures of chemical structures would lead to them being at least a little right sometimes. But that’s also like saying that with the set up of a major main character like Alex being kidnapped they’d have to stumble on an emotional beat at some point, even accidentally, and it’s starting to feel purposeful that they haven’t. Was someone on the writing staff dumped by a scientist at some point and all this stuff is done purposefully wrong out of spite? Because BOY does this season feel like a lot of spite-writing for pretty much every character. Except for m*ria who supposedly ends the series getting “everything”, so we have that to look forward to 🙄

I can’t decide which is worse, another episode without a Malex reunion, or a Malex reunion directed by someone who called people’s genuine triggers about consent “noise” that they needed to shut up about. Fingers crossed whatever the reunion is and whenever we get it, that it’s entirely free of m*ria mentions, that  Vlamis and Tyler’s work to make it worth it comes through and isn’t trimmed down in editing, and that if it has to be in that god-awful blue filter, it’s at least not at the dead of night since the scene at the end of 4x10 was partially visible. 

Three more episodes until these characters do not belong to that joke of a writers room anymore.  

[susie-dreemurr]

Dungeon meshi live-blogging ep 10 & 11

(Live-blogged both in Portuguese and in English. I did this before too but used my native language more than usual lol. Also thsi got long because I DIDNT forget to liveblog episodes this time!!!)

Ep10

Oh they’re fucked

Chilchuck the goat

Marcille, I get it. I would be grossed out by that shit too. But THIS TIME, it truly is the only thing we can do. Wear the bloody frog skin and get that shit all over your body even if it’s gross. I’m hugging you for emotional support

Esses mano são muito estúpido /pos nem fudendo que a Marcille vai ser convencida por vaidade de moda quando é a porra de uma pele de sapo que vocês acabaram de descascar. Aiai tadinha kkkk

A CARA DE ÓDIO DELA MANO LMAOOO

Por favor diz que eles vão passar o episódio inteiro com essas roupa silly de sapo

“Parece que o sangue do sapo gigante congelou e grudou nas minhas roupas” NAOOOOOOO mano coitada da Marcille… her life is just L after L after L after L

“We’re gonna fight the dragon like this?! How am I going to reunite with Falin now?!” Girl I know you’re gay and all but Falin will probably be unconscious the entire time and, even if she wakes up, she’ll probably be disoriented as shit. I don’t think she will notice or care about you looking like a furry and smelling like corpses <3

THEY CAN GO HOME BY PAINTINGS???? SO COOL!!!! Ah e oi Namari, queria MUITO que você voltasse pro time Laios. Please at least get an union eventually 🙏

Ah agente vai fazer world building da ilha???? Foda.

“Anões, hein? Abominável.” 🚨🚨FANTASY RACISM ALERT 🚨🚨 FANTASY RACISM ALERT 🚨🚨 (godamnit not my pet peeve. I don’t trust writers with this type of thing lmao so hopefully it isn’t very relevant)

Eu ia falar “por que que os elfos São representados com um estilo de arte egípcio antigo?” mas aí eu lembrei que nas fantasia os elfos vivem por MUITO tempo então isso deve ser uma representação disso. Escolha foda.

Anão lore!!! Anão lore!!!

Como é que eles “devolveriam” a masmorra pros elfos? Não acho que esse povo tem a capacidade de teleportar coisas gigante de lugar não

We really gonna have fantasy racism be a plot point aren’t we. Please writers do this properly

Namari please be a relevant character 🙏 ah e aleluia esses gêmeos vão ser desenvolvidos parece né

Sou que nem esses gêmeos não sei que porra é incumbência não. Sou burra gente nunca foi tão boa em gramática

Mas a irmã do Laios tem um loiro meio escuro, não um castanho claro…? Deve ser um erro de tradução então… estranho

It’s what I thought. I was sure a big part of the reason Namari left is because she never had any hope of Falin surviving in the first place, so, to her, sticking around to save her was pointless. I wonder how she’ll feel once she realizes it wasn’t

Gente, vocês ACABARAM de comer. Eu entendo que não podem lutar o dragão com fome senão vocês vão se fuder de novo, mas VCS TÃO TÃO PERTO….

Ngl I thought this place would be way more wrecked it’s in a surprisingly good state all things considered.

Marcille :(

Eu ia chamar o Chilchuck de covarde arrombado mas pelo menos ele avisou múltiplas vezes que não dava pra contar com ele no combate né.

Oh the dragon is THAT high? It is so truly jover— okay sorry English isn’t my first language it took me a stupid amount of time to realize im making it sound like the dragon smokes weed. By high I meant tall. (Although this show is so silly I wouldn’t be surprised by weed-smoking dragon)

Thx Chilchuck for offering your help, I knew you were just acting tsundere <3 also I get that he’s a half-foot species or whatever but did they HAVE to make him look twelve. I keep forgetting he’s a middle aged man in his species.

“Deveríamos ter pedido pra Namari vir” Senshi, A MARCILLE PEDIU. Foi vocês (Laios e eu acho que o Chilchuck) que impediram ela.

…Wait if Chilchuck is so willing to go for wine as soon as he sees it, how did they not figure out he’s an adult before? Did they just avoid any and all places with beverage so that, since they thought he was a kid, he wouldn’t feel left out by not being able to drink? If so, cute. Alternatively Chilchuck is only comfortable enough to get drunk with them NOW since they bonded more, which is also sweet.

Marcille finally got a W (doesn’t have to eat monsters today)— “but there’s still the red dragon” Laios don’t ruin the moment.

Awww Senshi looks so cute in this show when he’s being complimented

Lmao Laios complimenting everyone on their skills that helped them get here so far, and then with Marcille it’s just. “Girl, I’m SO sorry you had to go through this trip, you suffered the most L’s out of all of us.”

DRAGON FIGHT! DRAGON FIGHT!!! I heard that episode 11 has angst so, unlike how I’ve been doing with this one, I’ll have to wait until I get home </3 I can’t risk missing out on some vital parts of the experience or god forbid crying in class. It hurts to wait but it’s necessary. Ough.

Ep 11

Okay fuck it we been having a free class might as well START. I’m bored leave me alone.

Oh fuck it didn’t even start with the opening it’s so jover

Marcille don’t second guess yourself it’s gonna make me more nervous because that’s basic foreshadowing shit will go wrong

Ngl I know this is an anime but crumbling buildings are no joke. Even if the party doesn’t get hurt what if it crushes the dragon’s stomach and, therefore, Falin?

Okay NOW the opening starts. I still find it funny the one having a monologue like “hang on, Falin!” right before the battle is Marcille and not Falin’s fucking brother.

Guys. Guys (aside of Laios ig) wdym u didn’t expect it to be this fast it’s huge af. Please tell me you’re not far from the marked place. Even if the terrain slows him down he’s still a huge ass dragon

I was about to say, if Namari got her hands sorta burnt by heating up the Urine, these guys gonna come back with their hands completely numb and red from FUCKING DRAGON FIRE!!!!

GET UR SHIT BACK DONT FUCKING — oh thank god Senshi

Oh god they had to change routes it’s so jover

These guys HAVE to be hit by at least part of the debris there’s no way— oh fuck the dragon ain’t even phased it’s so jover— CHILCHUCK GOT HIT IN THE HEAD BY DEBRI. I TOLD YOU ALL

:0 thank you Laios, the goat at improv. The guy wants to reache/ cut its inverted scale

SWORD WHY.

Ohhhh Chilchuck found out about the sword now. His face looks haunted man.

(In the car rn so I can turn up the sound a little bit finally🙏) CHILCHUCK MAKING UP INSULTS SO HE CAN INSULT LAIOS AS MUCH AS HE POSSIBLY CAN

Senshi hiding the trump card from us until the last minute… you could have told them after Namari parted ways— oh fuck the blade is too short it’s jover

Senshi gonna pull the self-sacrifice shit aur Naur

FUCK. Also Chilchuck the self-proclaimed “I only been doing this for the bag I’ll leave y’all once the combat starts” running towards the dragon’s paw to try to save Senshi… we been knew— oh shit the blade

YOOO Chilchuck hit it in the eye!!! Mf should never call himself useless in combat again.

Senshi the goat. Also Chilchuck got hit by debris in the head AGAIN (+ probably got crushed along with Senshi)

No matter what happens Marcille needs to get through this because I’m pretty sure she the only mf in this party who can revive ppl.

Parece que eu to assistindo OSNF do jeito que todo mundo quer se sacrificar pelo time kkkkkk

OOF. HIS FUCKIJG LEG. There may be a spell for revival due to the unique nature of the dungeon but is there one for losing limbs???

Laios let’s go 🙏 officially redeemed from the fuck up of ep 1

THIS IS ONLY HALFWAY THROUGH THE EPUSODE????? I was so sure it’d end in that cliffhanger. Ngl I’d be traumatized by this if I didn’t know reviving is possible.

Falin & Laios flashback pog. She looks so cute as a kid, too.

(Can finally hear sound normally yippee!!!) these quick cuts to black in the flashback making me nervous

Ouvindo o fantasma dizer dnv e dnv “por favor, tire-o, socorro” 100% é o motivo da Falin ter tanta empatia pelos fantasma né?

Ngl Olman is a familiar ass name idk why . Whoever named him should feels sorry for themselves tho ugly as hell name

We’re going more into Falin’s perspective in this flashback which is neat because she’s been absent the entire anime so far so we only know what others feel about her

Oh fuck D:

Senshi afraid of revival magi. So r eda Al for this

Oh she CAN reattach the leg pog. Ngl if I were her I’d focus on finding Falin FIRST so she would have someone else to help revive everyone bc I feel like that takes a lot of magic

There’s NO way this tiny ass knife can withstand cutting so much idc if it’s from op metal no mames

Part of me is wondering if we’re gonna see Falin totally dismembered and half-digested. Another part of me says this show has been mostly lighthearted so they wouldn’t go so far. Yet ANOTHER part of me says they showed us Laios getting his leg cut off so as long as Falin survives it’d be fine

Godamn this stomach looks like a balloon.

The stomach empty… I am 100% sure Falin escaped somehow due to the yuri posts I saw before watching this show but also if she dies like this… it’s possible

EWEWEW THE HELL IS THAT.

Ohhhh is she gonna come back wrong

…okay I’m just saying. I called it with her being digested.