#this is full on me mourning what could have been btw

[breadbrioche]

frizzy

do hana x reader

➳summary: hana fixes your hair fail

➳warnings: mentions of anxiety and stress

➳word count: 1.1k

➳a/n: do hana my no.1 gf i love her so much and btw! her actress sejeong is releasing an album soon so please support it when it comes out!

A loud crash reverberated throughout the base, accompanied by a blood curdling scream. This was more than enough to alert Hana, pausing her training to inspect what was happening.

“NA JEOKBONG!” An accusing voice shrieked out.

Hana sighed in disbelief; what did he do now? The source of the noise led her straight to the bathroom where she witnessed you shoving the new counter against the tiled walls, completely vulnerable to your rage. Jeokbong could only whimper as you glared furiously at him.

Hana was quick to pull you away from Jeokbong, who gasped in relief as you exited his personal space.

“What happened?” Hana all but demanded, giving both of you a questioning look.

“I- I- I don’t know! I needed to use the bathroom but when I opened the door, they started screaming at me!” Jeokbong spluttered, cowering behind Hana as you glared daggered at him.

“Don’t play the victim, you fucked up my hair!” You seethed, pointing to the pile of your hair scattered on the floor. Taking a second look at you, Hana noticed how your hair was considerably shorter.

And uneven.

“I didn’t even touch you, how would I have done that to you!” Jeokbong argued back with a pout.

“Because you have no regard for others and didn’t even knock to see if the bathroom was occupied! You made me cut too much off!”

“Then that was your fault then-“

With a growl, you lunged over Hana’s shoulder to try to grab at Jeokbong but she caught your wrists and held you back.

“Get out.” Hana told Jeokbong behind her.

“But I need to-“

“Use a different one. Just get out. ” Hana repeated while pushing him out the room, slamming the door in his face.

She turned back to see you sighing at your reflection, mourning the loss of your hair. You tugged at the blunt ends as you assessed the damage that had been done.

“How am I gonna fix this?” You whined, picking up the scissors from the sink and contemplating your next step. You thought that it was already shorter than what you were going for but maybe if you took off a bit more than maybe-

Before you could proceed, Hana’s nimble fingers plucked the scissors from your grasp.

“I’ll do it.” She assured you as she combed through your hair with her fingers. You protested but Hana didn’t listen, making accepting her offer your only choice.

In swift motions, Hana brushed out your hair and sectioned it She began to trim without hesitation which initially made you nervous but seeing how the woman went about things with a precision you deduced only gained from experience, you ultimately left the job in her hands.

When you were beginning to get used to the repetitive sound of the scissors snipping at your hair, Hana broke the silence while simultaneously handling your hair.

“Why did you want to cut your hair?”

You sighed. Why did you cut your hair? Evidently, it caused more trouble than it was worth - it didn’t even give you the feeling of catharsis that you were seeking, because of Jeokbong barging in on you.

“I don’t know.” You pathetically settled with.

Hana scoffed slightly. “You don’t suddenly just cut your hair.”

“I don’t know, I just felt like it!” You insisted but you felt the silent judgment from behind you. Her eyes were practically digging into the back of your head.

“Fine, maybe it was because I was stressed, okay?” you confessed, giving up. At that moment, Hana had full control over your hair and you knew better than to piss her off.

“These days, I’ve been feeling anxious over things I can’t control so I thought that I could do something that I actually had a choice in… Though, saying it out loud now, that was pretty dumb of me…” you force an awkward laugh as your ramblings trail off to try and lighten the mood you probably ruined.

Being met with silence, you winced slightly and turned your attention to the strands of your hair that coated the bathroom floor. However, you weren’t allowed time to feel bad about yourself as Hana’s hands grabbed your head, positioning your head up and making you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Don’t look down. I’ll mess up” she warned you.

You meekly apologised but apart from that, Hana didn’t speak, not addressing your answer to her question. All you heard was the opening and closing of the scissors.

“I’m the last person who should be saying this,” Hana finally said in a soft voice when she’s just about finished with your haircut.. “but you can just talk to us.” She gave your hair a brush before turning you around to look at you.

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t feel how you feel but don’t keep it all to yourself. One day it’ll blow up and it will have worse results than just a bad haircut”

She gives you a warm smile as she makes final adjustments to your hair before spinning you back to face the mirror again. You see yourself but with a much more dignified hairstyle than hardly an hour ago.

“How is it? It’s nothing fancy - I just tried to even out the initial cut.”

Your fingers stroke the much softer ends of your hair, liking how it feathered out rather than ending abruptly. Once again, you were proven that there was nothing Do Hana couldn’t do.

“God, it’s way better than anything I could’ve done on my own! Thank you so much!” You exclaim with delight. You threw her into a grateful hug which elicited a surprised sound from the woman but returned the hug nonetheless.

“Like I said, I just did what I could do; you don’t have to be this happy about it.” Hana said, her words muffled slightly from her face being pressed against your shoulder.

“I’m not talking about just the haircut,” you replied. “I’m thankful that you cared enough to listen to my stupid ranting and give me advice, sorry about that by the way.”

“If you keep saying sorry, it’ll lose all its meaning.” She pointed out jokingly. “But I meant what I said. I’ll listen to your worries, even if I can’t do much more.”

Hana untangled herself from the hug to look at you seriously. “So next time, don’t try to hack at your hair so recklessly as a form of therapy.”

“Okay~” you sighed playfully, making Hana roll her eyes at you. She brushed off some stray hairs off your shirt before heading out of the bathroom, going to finally resume her training.

“Just make sure you clean all the hair off the floor or else Ms Chu’s gonna kill you.”

[craacked-splatters]

"I know"

"Do u want to see what I added today?"

"Sure buddy"

(insane rambling below!)

Scrapbooks! Scrapbooks! Hell yeah!!

Hello to the 5 ppl seeing this👋 Ima be real Im running on 7 hours of sleep after 5day grind brain mushy rn and I scribbled everything maniacally by memory at 3am after having one of those revelation moments so I have no idea what I'm missing lmao. This is actually the first time drawing them like this 2. Really proud of it

and B4 u ask anything hear me out.

So like tmnt2012 mutant apocalypse am I right?

Yeah it's flawed and pacings off and stuff BUT! The implications it left behind are haunting and it has been stuck in my brain for years. One of the things that stuck with me was the fact that Raph and Don had stuff like April's tessen, Mikey's stuffed bear head, The Creeps containment jar, and Casey's skull(horrifying btw) with them and that it's like :((

I fully believe it was Donnie who collected and carried them everywhere in their car. Not only for Raph(to help with this memory)but also for himself.

Why? Well maybe I'm reading 2 much into it and it's also partly a HC of mine but also bc canonically Donnie has a bit of a hoarding habit collecting trinkets and pictures and stuff. He likes to keep things around that hold a lot of significant value to him.

We see this in The Creeping Doom during the intro

AND I swear he's got a literal wall of family photos in his lab somewhere I can't for the life of me find it but I know he did! He even took some to the farmhouse with him when they escaped during the invasion.

They're memories yk? Reminders..

Ok im having difficulty expressing this shit rn words r failing so like give me ur brain 4 a sec.

Imagine ur donbot.

You're stuck in a cold metal limbo for the rest of ur last remaining family members life. Everything and everyone you knew and cared about is dead and gone. Over thousands of species and ecosystems that made ur world unique wiped out. No more animals no more wild things no more blue clear skys. Death can't come for you. Not in a way that matters anymore.

And no matter where u go you are haunted by shadows of what once was. There are so many echoes and ghosts and cultures and stories and lives that were buried & left to rot by the gaping maws of fear & the desperate need to survive. No one cares for the past and the only other person around you can't remember it. Time will claim its domain again and there will be nothing left except empty metal husks to show sentience even existed in the first place.

Like holy shit he was just a kid bro and he never got the chance to even reach full adulthood!!! I can't possibly imagine the grief and guilt he must've carried with him all those years. He lost EVERYTHING

His family. His home. His world.

Did Donnie even get the chance to mourn??? Do u think his new body allowed it? Do u think he even ALLOWED himself to mourn? He had a hurt amnesiac brother who still needed to eat, who could still starve and bleed and die if they weren't careful enough.

So between his habits and the ✨Angst✨ and human pollution, him hoarding random ass things Wall-E style and making these shitty little scrapbooks or keepsakes didn't seem so far fetched to me. I also highly doubt there was enough time or resources to build shrines or graves in the middle of apocalypse. But yk honoring/preserving the memories of the things and ppl we love is natural for us so like SORRY if its a bit cringe of me wanting him to have SOMETHING to comfort him during the really bad days.

Even if its more bitter than sweet

Bonus doodads cuz I was indecisive:

The 1st was purple tinted cuz of donbot vision get it hehehe

[dangermousie]

The Princess' Man - ep 13 stuff

Seung Yoo breaks my heart so much in this arc. He looks and acts like he is already dead - just look at his eyes. He's devoid of hope or feeling or plan or really anything. He's been hollowed out utterly.

This did crack me up because you know he's thinking "doesn't hurt to try."

But yes, it's a man with nothing to live for - not even vengeance at this point because he can't think of how to get close to Sejo (side note - unlike the one eyed idiot in Sejak, he gets that approaching a royal is HARD. /turns off bitterness.) The most he thinks about is trying to find his sister in law and niece, only surviving members of his family.

This is so very bleak.

Also, he goes from royal tutor and top of the aristocratic heap to hired muscle at the brothel and the thing that gets me is he genuinely has no emotion about any of it - he's just one giant void full of anger and trauma and grief and yet still a void because a void cannot be filled.

Like the scene where a drunk customer gets annoyed a pretty gisaeng is eyeing SY so he tries to humiliate him and the horrifying thing is that the reason he doesn't flinch about wine being thrown at him or even a dagger isn't bravado, it's just he genuinely doesn't care.

The most emotion he shows is when he takes down the guy when he literally attacks and even that is not much.

Man sleeps cuddling his sword.

And then of course he learns (wrongly, as this was the cover story given to allow SR to save his sister in law and niece) that his last remaining family died. And at this point he really loses the last thread connecting him to the living.

I loved the scene with the rings, where he sees her leaving their rings and smashes them. The thing is, he's so traumatized and so mired in self-loathing and betrayal and not being able to believe his judgment that it makes sense he's ignoring all the signs that she loved him for real and mourns him for real because he simply is incapable of processing that. He believes his judgment is flawed but it's more than that - he is so shellshocked, he can only process things in black and white and everyone associated with Sejo as evil. But also, trust has been beaten out of him (literally, in a lot of ways) and so no words or pretty gestures can get through (ultimately what eventually does is her almost dying for him; nothing less insane could get through.)

(Pretty symbolic he didn't have time to smash both of them. He may have destroyed his feelings - he thinks - but hers are steady.)

I mean, his grand plan is kidnap her at wedding day, lure Sejo in and then he kills Sejo and dies. It's a bleak plan but also insane. It would work perhaps if Sejo cared more about his daughter but SY does not know that Sejo would never put his daughter first, favorite or not.

The reason I love this btw is because women in the drama keep being taught to be their man's shadow. And what SR wanted, what she mourns is equality - she wanted them to be each other's shadows. AAAA

The end of ep 13 is still one of my faves! Her about to be married to bastard that is Myun and SY sneaking in ready to kidnap her, and it's not a pretty, sweet kidnapping. Man is lost in his haze of rage and pain and self-loathing and needing people to blame.

That's gonna be a hell of a reunion with the lover you thought dead and I cannot wait! Ep 14 is my FAVE!!!!

[lavender--fairy]

Hey am crying rn so I am❄+🔥 like I was trying hard to get into void it's like I I forcing lmao I am laughing at it lol its stupid that I was changing something from a way it can't be changed I was trying to chnage the 3d it's like I want to get treated for a disease and went to the dentist lmao I tried for void but never got in no matter what no matter if it's alpha theta delta whatever I tried tried and kept trying then this day I was feeling absolutely shit from the second I woke up I was in a questioning state I was feeling suuuuper down this is about Saturday btw so yeah I found out about Edward art and I went to sleep listening to his videos and it was the eye opening point for me like I felt the switch I felt myself become my desired self and I felt totally different I found out where I was going wrong I used to think that no matter how much I try to get in the void I'll only get in the day I am supposed to but edward told me that there's nothing like fate or destiny you make your own destiny I was mesmerized and totally calm and I also gave myself credit and took responsibility of the I AM I realized how I was a fuccing mess always looking at 3d and mourning while everything I wanted could have been mine but I didn't get sad over that as it's never too late and time isn't real anyways so yeah I was soo calm I didn't get a single negative thought if I saw something undesirable I didn't care or gaf naturally as I totally grasped the concept that 4D IS WHAT MAKES 3D so if I look ugly or not how I want to then instead of crying I naturally thought if I feel like I look ugly then that's my creation and I take full responsibility and just how I got this face and body I'll get what I really want if I really keep going back to the new story how I used to go back to the old story istg I feel so woken up I still doubt but not as much also I manifested sm instantly like literally one second told myself this will happen next second it did ikr crazy. Yall it's all within do it there's no divine timing you decide everything... you're God

hey butterbean!! omgg i am so proud of you!! you deserve to be fearless and calm, tysm for this <3 edward really out here saving people's life lmaoo

[orbleglorb]

now that more ppl are offline (and probably won't see it): here's a full mourning of blaseball, i guess.

warnings for suicide and mental health treatment. pls don't reblog this lol i just need it off my chest

i, like many others, discovered blaseball during the pandemic. i discovered it in... august? maybe? i think i "joined" around season 7, and really joined around season 10.

2020 was a rough year for me. 2021 was, too. in january 2021, i went to a residential treatment center. i was there until august 2021 (which is actually an incredibly short stay). the expansion era (seasons 12-24) happened march 2021 thru july 2021. it ended july 30th. i got out august 6th. literally like 6 fucking days. i am still pissed about this btw

anyway! i was 15 when i joined blaseball. im 18 now. im an adult. my first team, back in summer o' 2020, was the boston flowers. then i fluted to the shoe thieves. then the lift. and i was with the data witches during the coffee cup. i had fun on all of those teams! i even roleplayed some characters on twitter (i ran one of the val hitherto accounts, a kit honey account and jason datablase). (if you remember me from the first rp server i am so sorry. i don't remember what i said/did but im 90% sure it sucked).

throughout treatment, i kept blaseball close to my heart. my friends were able to send me letters, and i asked them to keep me updated on blaseball. they didn't, and at first, i was pretty upset. but when i got back, i understood why. there's really no way to explain the expansion era. even the wiki struggled. there was just.... so much. all the time. (although, when i broke up with my then-gf via mail, she sent me back a long letter explaining everything that happened in blaseball between seasons 12 and... 16? maybe?). nevertheless, my love for the splort persisted. i wrote fanfic in treatment, despite not knowing whether or not these characters would be alive when i got to get on the internet again. in hindsight, i probably could have snuck on blaseball.com on the computers, but some of the staff were just cruel. i would have been banned from using the computers at all, or from being alone near devices, or maybe from going outside, if a TL was having a particularly bad day. all of that aside: i loved and i created within a space that, looking back, was hostile. more hostile than i realized. i drew so much art, none of which i will be posting because i couldn't use reference images and the anatomy is so bad. i also listened to the garages. god, i listened to so much garages. suicide warning for this last part of the paragraph -- the night i had decided to kill myself, i put on music while waiting for others to go to sleep, and in the feedback (night) came on. the "i don't know i'd get you back" really, really dug deep. obviously, i didn't commit, and i have blaseball to (partially) thank for that.

i wouldn't say blaseball, specifically, saved my life. i would have found other songs that made me feel okay. other communities, other interests. but blaseball offered all of that. and, above all: it offered a creative space.

blaseball is unique in that fans create player and team lore, but it still gives a foundation for these. it's easier than making your own story from scratch, and (sometimes) easier than making ocs for your favorite piece of media. allowing that much creativity in a place with the basic building blocks of plot and world building & not much else is what drove many ppl to enjoy blaseball, including me. especially in the pandemic, when everyone was low on energy and motivation. i haven't shared a sizeable fraction of the blaseball art and fics i have created. i created so much because of this game!

i am going to love these characters until the end of time. i am going to carry a piece of them with me forever. literally. i have so many blaseball headmates. and, truly, i do have them and other headmates to thank for helping me get out of that place. they've done more than blaseball itself has. but, blaseball was the right thing at the right time: a mixture of community, music, characters to project onto, and characters to photocopy into my brain forever (the last part wasn't intentional, of course, but it did help).

blaseball will always be important to me, as all of my special interests are, past and present. i am forever changed because of it, but like, i'm 98% sure it's for the better. like, homestuck changed me, but that was 70% for the worse, probably. so it didn't have as much of a negative impact on me as homestuck did! which, like, is a bar so low it's in the sixth circle stadium, but i'll count it as a win.

i don't know how to end this rant. really, it's been amazing. i love this community and will continue to. i will continue to create blaseball content for as long as my autistic heart latches onto it, which can be, like, another two months or another ten years. who knows? not me. and i have to be okay with not knowing.

im terrified this community is going to fall apart. i've made great friends here. i will love you all and follow you whether you go. just don't go where i can't follow (hockey rpf)

i love you, blaseblr mutuals. i love you, blaseball community. i have a love-hate relationship with you, blaseball sim. many teams, one league!

[astridthevalkyrie]

So… literally weeping. Like, full on sobbing because oh shit, that was… heartbreaking 😭

I knew to not expect the best outcome because let’s face it, Attack on Titan is ruthless, but holy shit, how much I wanted Levi and Y/N to have that tea shop and to be happy 🫠 And then this masterpiece comes out and I am torn to shreds because it was amazing to read. The stories that make you weep for characters that don’t exist are just something out of this world. And as angry as I am that there might not be the ending that I wanted (too hopeless for happy endings), this was beautiful. And I am not angry at you, btw 😂

I have too many emotions going through right now, because from beginning to end of the chapter - I felt everything. The thoughts, the feelings, the resolve - you can see it, you feel it. You can even relate to characters, you see and feel their pain, their hurt, everything that they’ve been through…

Your story has always reminded me of something that my creative writing professor said: “Show, don’t tell.”. It was in relation to showing the emotions or reactions the characters felt, how they acted and ever since I started reading Standing at the Crossroads - each chapter made me feel emotions that I usually don’t. The story even helped me throughout a darkest time of my life at one point and I am so so so happy to see that you have continued with it and I have had the pleasure of reading it since the first chapters that I found on FF.net.

It was a beautiful update and I am so happy to have read it. It broke my heart - yes. However, all great stories have a bit of pain in them and I am looking forward to see what new pieces of stories you will share with us in the future ☺️

I am not the best at providing feedback however, again, I loved it. It hurt however, I loved it so much I’d erase my memory just so I could break my heart all over again ❤️ Amazing work as always!

i want to grind this ask up and drink it with my tea this is so sweet oh my gosh thank you!! i'm sorry to have made you cry, but i'm also thrilled the story could touch you this much! the fact that anyone mourns reader as a character, as someone they relate to, or just because they liked her—it makes me downright emotional. i'm so happy you liked it, and i will do my best to write the final chapter with the care you guys deserve <3

[railroad-migraine]

Okay spoilers for Ep 33/34 of Campaign 3 so it's a read more kinda post :) Rambles ahead, feel free to ignore.

You have been warned!

So I haven't watched the episodes yet, I'm still playing catch up, but I was partly spoiled by a YouTube recommendation (thanks for the spoiler in the vid title btw /extreme sarcasm) and partly curious so I just had to look up WHO DIES BC THEY ARE MY FAVES (they're all my faves at this point ngl)

And ooooooh boy. For some reason I expected Orym to die. He'd be with Will and other fallen friends and family again, be able to rest his head and not have to worry so much anymore (ofc I do not want any of them to die bc I love them all, but in my head it made sense y'know)

But Laudna. My fun scary girl. I love her so so much.

She's barely had a life and it's already been taken from her. I really want her back, but I'm unsure how that will go. (Keep in mind I don't know the full context yet of the tough battle Matt threw at them yet :))

There's gonna be so much potential for spiralling morality narratives and angst and revenge and unrealistic promises. Would she even be the same person if she came back? What could this spark within the party and their values? In Laudna herself? Would Delilah still be clinging onto her mind, would she have a stronger or weaker control over her body?

Or will the party just... Move on. She stays dead, hopefully finally finding some peace after years of loss and loneliness, after meeting a rag tag group who genuinely cared for her, after protecting people she loves. She won't become someone or something else, like Mollymauk and Lucien and Kingsley. She'll just remain as they remember her, as simply but amazingly Laudna.

That said, despite me being in mourning a few episodes behind the inevitable, I am excited for whenever whenever Marisha returns to the table.

Be it an NPC, guest character, or PC - I always look forward to an introduction. Whether Marisha will come back as Laudna (who in my opinion was her best character yet), or a completely new character, I am excited to see how/who she will play next.

[felrend]

Thoughts on Dragon Age 2

It still holds up really well over all and there was barely any side quests that I didn’t enjoy doing. The mage robes were still a horror to look at lol I never felt like they fit the original character design for Hawke and was happy that I could boost my stats to wear other armour pieces. And of course getting the full Champion gear is always a treat.

I can’t picture playing another class in DA2 since I’ve felt the mage powers are boosted and always felt more effective than the other two games. It was a struggle with my rogues however with the looting chest and unlocking doors. But that’s my own fault for focusing on the wrong stat for that ability. I know what I’ll be doing next play through lol

But my biggest issue was with my companions and how they spoke to each other. Particularly towards Isabela. The constant slut shaming (specifically from Aveline) was extremely unsettling. Especially when Isabela was initially trying to help Aveline get with Donnic (they are a cute pair btw) and throwing in some light ribbing which Aveline responds with “shut it whore!”. I never noticed this trait when I first played it but having a better understanding of sexuality and respecting peoples differences, this was a turn off and made me avoid putting these two in the same party together.

Even having Fenris and Anders in the same party wasn’t as volatile as Isabela and Aveline. And I know not all your companions are meant to get along but taking it to the next level of belittling someone was…ugh I hated it.

Merrill’s storyline wasn’t as dark as I remembered it either. I felt bad for her in the end with how we ended up having to kill the Dalish clan. It broke my heart since I actually really loved the Dalish. And the fact that both Anders and Fenris told Merrill that she should have been the one that died was a stab to the heart.

Anders is a complete hypocrite with any negative comments towards almost every character. I was glad when everyone would call him out on this and shut his arguments down. Because pot meet kettle.

Fenris disappointed me when Hawke’s mom is murdered and she’s clearly in mourning. He walks away with the dialogue option I chose and that totally crushed me. Not that I’m expecting him to sweep Cynder off her feet in that moment but at least being a quiet presence in her time of need. But I still loved his romance and I hope we see him in DA4.

Even with these minor opinions, I do love my rag tag group of misfits. I loved our banters together and to get little snippets of what everyone did outside of the group. Like the fact that Donnic goes over to play cards with Fenris. I absolutely adored that and made me happy to think that they bond outside of the game.

Oh and of course, I will always feel like Varric and Hawke are soul mates. They were meant to be in each other’s lives and I had a hard time not choosing him to be in my group. Varric and the Inquisitor have a special relationship but nothing like him and Hawke.

It was also a total treat to get some minor side quests from Origins. Like having my King Alistair show up in Act 3 as well as Zevran. I completely forgot they were in here haha and of course our continued story with Cullen. Gotta love our commander! I doubt Hawke would want to give him a cuddle to make him feel better but you bet your sweet ass that the Inquisitor will get up in there haha!

I know this is a giant read and I’m sorry! I just have so many feelings and needed to get it out before starting Inquisition! Forgive me lol

[ruby-whistler]

Alright curious anon here. All this is /dsmp /rp from here on out unless otherwise specified and is refering to characters. If i make any mistakes or am misinformed please let me know! So by the cat was nothing compared to mushroom henry i was meaning more toward the fact that the cow was killed as a punishment for something not worth or ok for it to be killed for at all and the fact that it belonged to tommy, wheareas the cat was killed more to annoy dream and belonged to tommy. (1/?)

alright then another lengthy reply, here i come! /lh /dsmp /rp

Dream also did not seem to mourn the cat much, shrugging it off with a "just more motivation to break out".

it was killed to hurt dream, not to "annoy him". it doesn't matter who it belonged to, c!dream was attached to it and it died, which had an effect on him and also further proved his point about attachments being weakness and caring getting you hurt, and it's still very sad.

you say that it was not ok at all to kill mooshroom henry, but the cat's death wasn't ok either, so i really don't see your point.

again, i disagree it was "nothing compared to" either way. i never meant to compare them in the first place, i was simply talking about the cat and c!dream so i don't see why it is in any way necessary to drag c!tommy and other dead pets into this. /nm

also, it isn't true he didn't mourn it. he is a very reserved person who doesn't show his feelings much, that's true, but the cat death still changed the way he acted afterwards, as well as the attempts he made to prevent it. he didn't "shrug it off", he yelled about it because he was understandably upset.

You mentioned that propganda was used to make dream seem like a tyrant, could you specify a bjt? Cus im a little confused srry /gen. Because the most i can remember from the lmanburg era at least is him being called a b'tch or other similar insults. You also mentioned how trauma responses can be differet which is true! I agree! Do you have any ideas to what caused dream the trauma?

wilbur would continuously make him out to be some sort of oppressive, tyrannical force, in front of his troops - a prime example of this being the lyrics of the l'manberg anthem itself and the l'manberg declaration of independence.

actually! here's a nice thread about l'manberg's establishment complete with links, timestamps and evidence :]

i also said in my previous post what could've possibly caused it, but since the character intentionally hides his emotions from the public, it would be difficult to see how things really affected him - which is why the way his spiral went is the majority of the evidence that would imply it, however it does make sense within the story as well with what i mentioned last time.

I would like to note that for sapnap at least had reason to leave dream. Some examples off the top of my head are dream leading an angry fundy to sapnap's pets on purpose, resulting in some deaths, dream assisting tommy in burning down sapnap's effiel tower where he got engaged to karl, and dream giving tommy either mars or the other fish at the battle of the lake. Idk about george tho other then the whole mexican lmanburg/el rapids thing and decrowning him

c!sapnap was actually at fault for most of this, and it wasn't really ever betrayal on c!dream's part.

c!dream is a mediator and he wants to stop everyone's conflict - c!fundy was angry because of c!sapnap's actions, and hence it made more sense for c!dream to centre him on c!sapnap's animals instead of running around killing everyone's pets (at that time, all c!dream knew was c!sapnap did something really bad and c!fundy wanted beckerson / mars from him, which were also his and c!george's fish).

c!sapnap was an instigator, and in multiple conflicts during the time as well as before he'd align himself against c!dream. he isn't "loyal" per se, he causes chaos and the reason c!dream helped c!tommy was because, c!sapnap, again, killed his pet. the first l'manberg war and then the 16th are signs of the fact that c!dream and c!sapnap were willing to fight together in actual war, but these small conflicts where c!sapnap continuously picked fights weren't about personal loyalty, nor did they seem to affect their relationship at all.

c!george was never really hurt by c!dream either. the dethronement was him very obviously being a guilt-trippy drama queen, but, well, that's just the character. he had stolen the l'mantree while he was supposed to be the diplomatic figure of the greater smp, which is why c!dream was justified in - very politely, may i mention - taking the duties off of him (seeing as he was also trying to keep him safe and c!techno had already assassinated him once).

Im pretty sure i remember cc!sam stating that his character never canonically physically tortured dream during his subathon but take this with a grain of salt as i am looking for the clip currently. So to the best of my knowledge dream did not have a physical contact trigger during tommy's visit which! I rewatched the vod and dream actually was first to hit tommy and i can give you my full writing downs but 10/12 of the phy-

you never finished this point because you had to go do something, but i'll reply to what is here at the moment (i suggest writing these down before sending next time, or even writing them out wholly before sending a single one could help avoid stuff like this).

i am 95% sure that the reason cc!sam stated this was because people were suspicious he had already been doing what c!quackity was doing after - torture within the storyline itself is associated pretty much only with what c!quackity is doing, so that's what he meant, just to clear up confusion - the starvation or terrible conditions haven't been retconned, but it was direct torture (like c!quackity is doing) people were asking him about.

i never said c!dream had a physical contact trigger at all, i don't think he had that, though he probably will after the torture.

huh, ok, i'm gonna have to rewatch then, but i remember c!tommy punching c!dream a lot and him just telling him to stop and only punching back to get him to stop. trigger or not, getting hit isn't very pleasant, if you know what i mean.

You mentioned tommy stealing dream's armor unprovoked. Do you have the vod or a general idea of the time so i can find it? Like before lmanburg after another event so and so because if you do not have it i can find it but any help is appreciated.

i am pretty sure you can find the video on cc!tommy's channel! there are also recaps of the disc war on youtube :]

I wanna talk a little on why the Final Control Room was so messed up. For starters, with the way the room was designed. It was small, and had labeled, empty chests with each person's name on them as a mockery. The next reason is that its bascially a kill box.

It's fairly inescapble with the stairs being ones you have to jump up, slowing anyone who climbs them down. The final reason it is messed up is that it is shown to have caused every person who died in it trauma. With tommy there are several examples, the time he saw it with techno, the way he refuses to go near it, the exposure trauma, etc. Fundy also appears to have trauma, as when the Red Banquet executions began, it can be seen as him being afraid of dying last again.

It can Be thought as tubbo having trauma because he buries most of his issues and pretends to be ok. Moreover this event took at least one of each person's canon lives, making it the most canon lives lost EVER in a dream smp event. (This is not hate on any of the ccs btw i loved this scene and its one of my personal favorites). Plus the fact Eret's betrayal just literally happened, giving at least Tommy and Wilbur canonic trust issues.

i wouldn't call the chests mockery? it was a trap. people had traps on the smp before. it was a trap in the middle of war, supposed to end said war by killing them all at once rather than individually which would be a lot more bloody and difficult.

i agree c!tommy and other people might have post-war trauma, especially if they were young during the time, but i think that's because the final control room was "messed up", moreso because the war itself was. it all happened fairly instantly as well? i don't think c!fundy would be able to realize he was the last one standing within the two second before he wasn't.

it "can be thought" and it can be interpreted like that but besides c!tommy there isn't much evidence for them "all" being traumatized by the final control room. of course betrayal would spark trust issues, i understand that.

The probation was humiliating in my opinion because dream was Sending tommy anatgonizing messages through out the whole meeting, plus he had to write a review of his day every single day, which fundy mocked him for.

i mean, it was definitely a strike to his pride, but he was being extremely uncooperative so i don't really blame the other members of new l'manberg trying to teach him to listen for once? of course i know c!dream was riling him up, and that should definitely be considered. i don't think it would be as humiliating if c!tommy didn't make it, is what i'm saying.

for the tommy being toxic to fundy? At least for the examples you gave, to me personally they come acoross as either in a meta way being the cc's bantering or in canon being the characters having banter. If you can send the post with the clips so i can read the tone better that would be cool but if not i will try and find em.

no, these were all in canon. canon isn't only when c!tommy is being nice, it's also when he's being a jerk. /lh

the first one was him threatening c!fundy about kicking him out of l'manberg and undermining his self-worth, and the second one was him trying to get c!sapnap to vote for them via bullying c!fundy.

i found these from a transcript focusing on c!fundy's character, so i don't know exactly where the first one is from, but the second one i am pretty sure is from when the elections were starting with the whole cabinet battle deal and all of that.

there are other instances, and all of them are canon. his personality was never being nice or compassionate, so i'm not really surprised? he still cares about the people he cares about and is very brave, y'know. but this part of his personality is definitely a valid reason for people to dislike him.

I hope the exam went well :). Hope u have a great day! (Ps i think theres something called a submission box to send in pictures? Am not entirely sure sry)

it would've gone well but my work-speed is a tad too slow for the schooling system (considering i'm three years younger than my classmates,,, probably that's also a factor) so probably not despite the fact i knew everything and would've aced it if i only had more time. i did as well as i could so i'm not worried about it, but thanks!

i think you're thinking submissions. sadly, i tested it and it doesn't work on anons, so idk how you'd solve that, maybe make a burner account?

Curious anon here one point you may wanna include in the redemption essay is that c!tubbo or c!tommy do not necessarily have to forgive him. What's important is that he recognizes what he did was wrong (exile, beating tommy to death, manipulating them both, etc) and does his best to make amends. Hope this helps! Can't wait to see your essay

it's out, idk if you've seen it yet, and i think i included enough of that so hope it's all good! :)

the mcc update video is out if you are an mcc enjoyer. It's very neat, if you wanna check it out

yeah! i am a fellow mcc enjoyer, saw it already, thanks for telling me though, i'm really hype for today.

Allo curious anon here sorry if the lots of asks bother you. I was just curious if i could share an interesting post i saw today about c!dream :0 (not necessarily negative i think? More of a statement of an often-confused canon)

sure thing! i don't know what you mean by often-confused since, the entire fanbase is very confused always, and often selection bias plays into the perception from both sides, but sure :]

you also sent in a thing for the other anon who said they didn't know what c!dream did that bad; pretty sure they couldn't really be alerted since, not sure if they watch my blog that closely, but i'll summarize your points just in case and add some notes;

the repeated blowing up of l'manberg (in my mind that's largely a positive since i,, despise that country, but fair enough), revealed c!ranboo as a traitor (they seem to be friends so i also,, think that might've been planned between him and enderboo), sent ghostbur away (i don't think c!dream knew it was dangerous for him and wanted to actually hurt him, but idk), participated in fighting against c!sapnap when he killed people's pets (that's only negative against c!sapnap and didn't seem to hurt him much at all), and then the whole vault scene where he was allegedly planning to steal people's things (though saying he would & being stopped beforehand and doing it are two different things, frankly).

so i still agree with the other anon that a lot of the hurt he did "to the entire server" (he only negatively interacted with like,, a half of them) is exaggerated both by the characters and the fandom, but i guess that's a consequence of most people seeing him as a threat to everyone's happiness rather than a complex personality.

Also he was aware of the butcher army going to kill techno but only got involved because he saw an opportunity to get a favor. (As he knew in advance due to him telling techno to get a totem, watching from afar instead of interveing or manipulating tubbo out of it)

i don't understand this at all, i'm sorry. how do you know he only helped techno in order to get a favor? last i remember he was only doing it to protect and strengthen his alliance, and techno came up with the whole favor thing entirely on his own. you might've not watched techno's perspective or their prior interactions, idk, but this really is a misinterpretation in my eyes. /nm

sorry if that is overly dream negative i just wanted to let yall know cus you seemed unaware -curious anon

nah dw, i watch the smp and i watched all of these things happen so, wouldn't say unaware, but thanks.

[queen0fm0nsterz]

I wonder if Scarecrow girl regret pushing away someone that she initially disliked? Given one of the meanings for scarecrow in dreams is wanting to correct negative decisions and realizing the good qualities in a person you dislike?

(give this post a read for context!)

MASTERPOST

Ok, I'm going to use this question to answer a few of the Ladies related questions I got. Thanks to all of you for the positive feedback on that theory, I really appreciated it!

Starting with you, anon.

1) About Scarecrow

You know, after making a full analysis on the Ladies and getting a good look at each one of their rooms, both in the Residence and in the Nest, I think I agree.

The question now would be, who was she pushing away?

An obvious answer would be (her) Mono. As I previously established: a Lady of the Maw cannot exist unless a Thin Man creates her and a Thin Man cannot exist unless he's betrayed by said Lady. Maybe she regrets leaving him to his fate? The Eye paintings are quite prominent in her section.

Or, this could be referring to the other girl.

I theorized that Scarecrow may have had a sister who ruled the Maw alongside her. Not only that, it might have been one of the others as well.

The candidates to fit this role would be Tengu and Teapot. I lean more on the latter.

Tengu is tecnically the second in line, following the order we previously reconstructed, yet I also mentioned that she and Scarecrow may have been interchangable because you can choose to retrieve them in either order. They're the only ones to which this rule applies; Fox will always be first and Teapot will always be last. Plus, Scarecrow's pedestal is taller than Tengu's, effectively making her the second.

Another thing I think is worth mentioning is that, in the way to reach Teapot, we have to pass over the two armchairs. Reminiscent of when Teapot had to sneak past the sisters, perhaps?

Then, when we do get Teapot, to leave the room we have to once again sneak past Tengu (albeit it's her false persona).

Lastly, I wanted to mention that Red and Blue have always been opposites. It would make sense for Scarecrow to dislike Tengu, especially considering how drastically different they behave. For example, while Scarecrow prefers to hide away from the monsters and ignore them, Tengu actively engages with them and pretends to be a monster herself. I could easily see the Lady in Blue be either disgusted or irritated by this way of handling things.

On the other hand, we have our other candidate, Teapot. I do believe it's less likely, but pictures of one of the girls in the paintings (the one with long braided hair) are seen in her area.

Of course, it's also possible that Scarecrow's possible sister is not one of the other Ladies and was someone else entirely.

This lowkey got me thinking though.

If the "Lady & Thin Man coexistence theory" (yes we're naming it lads), is true, then this means that, if there were two Ladies governing the Maw at the same time, then the number of Thin Men wouldn't line up... because one Mono accompanied two Ladies. Consequentially, our Mono would be the fifth Thin Man and not the sixth, and the number 6 on the Thin Man's door was indeed referring to the number of Ladies.

Now I can't help but wonder how such an event would go down. My guess would be that the Thin Man of the time only took one of the girls (maybe only one of them was wearing the yellow raincoat?), awakening her Hunger which would then lead her to become the Lady while her sister helplessly watches and follows.

Mh. I have to think this one through. The concept is really interesting though.

2) About Fox (and Six)

" I wonder if Fox Mask Girl met a gruesome end for being too kind? Given that kindness will guarantee suffering with certain death in the little nightmares world so it won't be too farfetched that she got killed by someone that she offered kindness to. " - anon

" You know given how Fox mask Lady was able to have children be comfortable in her presence and how she likely died a gruesome death, maybe she was the type to continue on being kind and caring despite what she experienced as a kid and becoming the Lady of Maw? Her horrible death is definitely her being punished for still being kind since the world of little nightmares is where kindness will make you suffer and guarantee certain death. " - anon

I do think she met her demise as a consequence of her gentle nature. But in her defense; if the order is correct, then she was the first Lady ever. Maybe she wasn't aware of the cycle/loop. I'm pretty sure she died at the hands of her successor after trying to offer her kindness and shelter.

(Another thing to think about: the rip on her statue kind of looks like a bite.)

People who try to be kind always get the worst possible outcomes in the Little Nightmares universe. Once again, that famous achievement expresses the core belief behind this world: "Kindness will be your undoing!"

And talking about achievements... the other day I was on the wiki reading the achievement list - as one does - and something caught my eye.

Little fox.

In the achievements, Six is referred as a couple of small animals that relate to her in some way. For example, she's called a "little canary" or a "sneaky rat". Both connections are obvious: the canary is a bird with bright yellow feathers and rats are considered vermins - which is how Six is seen by the monsters.

This only draws more paralleles between Six and Fox, who have been stated to be quite similar in many ways.

3) Additional Color White Meaning - Teapot

@pidgeapodge

That is absolutely correct! Then again, this begs the question: who or what could the Lady in White be mourning?

Again, maybe (her) Mono? Or perhaps she's mourning her own lost freedom?

Out of all the Ladies, current one included, Teapot really seems to be the most depressed about the whole situation. It's really heartbreaking considering how her coding made her out to be an innocent, pure hearted, happy go lucky soul.

4) About Scarecrow's and Teapot's masks.

@doragonlw

Thank you so much for the kind words!

So, personally I do think they kept wearing their masks, even if they're a little peculiar.

You have to keep in mind that people wearing masks is kind of the whole "brand" of the Maw.

When Six gets there every single employee and even some of the guests are wearing masks, with the only exception being the Granny. Then again, the Granny is a contractor, not an employee. She kinda does what she wants and no one can really stop her, which is really funny in my eyes.

Plus, Scarecrow is not the only one we see wearing a sack on her head. We have the Hunter as well! So I wouldn't say it's that uncommon.

Teapot's choice of mask is way more goofy, bc let's be honest. An extremely powerful force of darkness going around with a teapot on her head? But then again, it lines up with her innocent nature.

It's a stark contrast with the current Lady, who is so refined and came right after Teapot.

5) Lady Six design? An headcanon, I guess!

@agandcw20

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!

I actually may have to correct you on one thing before we go though: if the girl in this portrait in the Lady's quarters is infact a younger Lady, then it's safe to assume all Ladies before her wore a yellow raincoat as well.

Perhaps that's their signature clothing, like Mono's paper bag. Paperbag and yellow raincoat, always together.

Moving on!

Yes, I do agree on Six's kimono being yellow. A darker shade of the Lemon color - like how the Lady's kimono was a darker shade of Tangerine - would be PERFECT. Lemon is usually associated with Awareness, Enlightenment and Alertness, which I think would fit Lady Six. She finally realizes how things work in this world and how she was just a pawn into the Eye's plan all along.

As for the mask, I actually thought about it for a while. I don't think it would be the same as the Lady's, because they're really different from each other, but I still think it would have something to do with Noh masks.

Personally, I settled on the Ja mask. It's badass and scary, something I think Six would definetely wear.

(Btw, I tried searching for what Noh mask could be associated with the Lady's. I found several, but the Fushikizō may be the best candidate.)

6) Same person from different dimentions?

" Random thought but what if the ladies and Six actually exist similar to the movie "Spiderman: Into The Spiderverse", where they are actually a different version of The Lady brought into Mono's dimension to continue the cycle? Some of the masks seem to hint the presence of other worlds, AND Six's connections to previous mask owners. Six herself is also hinted to be from a different world as well, as she is labelled to be "awaking in a world she cannot recognize" " - massive brain anon

OK BUT THIS ACTUALLY MAKES A LOT OF SENSE???

And this actually explains why Mono and the Thin Man would be drawn to her! It's still his friend, but a different version of her! Especially after we've established how the human children are all lured from other dimensions in the LN universe... Wow. Good thinking, anon. This way, the selection of the next Lady is not casual and actually makes sense all things considered.

[4stars-uswnt]

Dressed Up In White [Emily Sonnett x Reader]

A/N: this wasn’t requested (sorry!! i will get to all of your requests soon! i promise) but i listened to this song and couldn’t help myself.

this is a squel to Wonder What it’s Like to be Loved by You, though you technically don’t need to read it before this one (but you should ;)), and it’s inspired by the song Dressed Up In White by CAL (btw i had to change one of the lyrics to fit two women)

Listen to Dressed Up In White by CAL here

You hear a knock, halting your pacing.

“Can I come in?” Christen opens the door, peeking her head in.

You give her a sheepish nod, unable to find your voice, before continuing to pace.

“Woah, woah, (Y/N).” The older woman puts her hands on your shoulders. “What has you so worked up?”

“I don’t know.” You let out a sigh. “I’m nervous, which I know is stupid because I’ve been waiting for this day for years, but I just can’t shake this feeling.”

Christen takes your hands and guides you to sit down. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“Of course not!” Your eyes widen, and you shake your head. “I love Emily with all my heart, and I want to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her.”

“Good. I knew that, just wanted to be sure.” Christen observes you, knowing there’s something deeper that’s bothering you. “Talk to me, (Y/N/N), what’s really going on?”

“I wish my parents were here.” You mumble, looking down at your hands. The older forward knew your story and how your parents had died in a car crash when you were only eight years old, and how you grew up in the system where everything went down hill, and how that led you to soccer and the USWNT.

When you had joined the Royals at the age of only 18, having aged out of the system, both Christen and Kelley took on a motherly role in your life. They always had your back and took care of you, supporting and helping you through all the trials and tribulations of life. Today, Christen was your maid of honor and Kelley your only bridesmaid.

“Oh, baby,” the curly-haired woman whispers, pulling you in for a tight hug. “They would’ve loved to be here to celebrate with you.”

For the next few minutes, Christen whispers sweet nothings in your ear, as you mourn the absence of your parents. Collecting yourself with a deep breath, you unwrap from the hug.

“Enough crying.” You let out a wet chuckle, wiping your eyes, careful not to ruin your makeup because you know Alex would have your head if you did. “This is supposed to be a happy day.”

“And it is.” She gives a small smile, squeezing your hands.

“Umm, Chris, can I ask you something?” You look at her nervously.

“Of course.”

“Willyouwalkmedowntheaisle?”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N/N), but you’re gonna have to repeat that and maybe slow down a little.” Christen chuckles, her eyes warm and comforting.

“Will you walk me down the aisle?” You repeat, holding your breath, waiting for a response, before rambling on. “I know I should’ve thought of this sooner or asked you earlier, but I didn’t really think about it till now, and you’re probably the closest person I have to a mother or a father, so it only seems fitting. I totally understand if you—”

“(Y/N)!” Christen cuts you off, her eyes getting misty. “I would be honored to walk you down the aisle.” She pulls you in for another bone-crushing hug.

“Hey, kiddo, you almost ready?” Kelley steps through the door. “Oh, I see how it is, no love for me then?”

You roll your eyes and move to give Kelley a tight hug. “Proud of you, (Y/N/N).” She whispers into your hair.

“Love you, Kel.”

“You ready?” Christen approaches from behind you, holding her arm out for you to take. Not missing the gesture, Kelley raises her eyebrow.

“Chris is gonna walk me down the aisle.” You quickly explain.

The defender’s face softens. “Well, we better get out there. It’s time.”

—————

You and Christen walk on the pathway through the garden, and when you arrive at the venue area, you gasp. There at the end of the aisle stood Emily Sonnett, the love of your life, dressed in her tailored suit. You faintly hear the notes of Can’t Help Falling in Love playing in the air and barely notice the guests standing, as your attention is solely on the woman waiting for you.

After what feels like the longest walk, you finally stand before her. You turn to hug Christen, who whispers a quick ‘I love you,’ to which you return.

The forward then turns to Emily and says, “Take care of her,” which Emily responds with a nod and a quiet ‘of course.’

Ashlyn, who you had chosen to officiate, which both Syd and Pinoe had some objections to, starts the ceremony.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate (Y/N) and Emily and the love they share. I have personally witnessed the growth and strength of their relationship. The love, respect, and commitment they have for each other never fails to awe me, though may I remind you that Ali and I are still the superior wives on the team.” She winks at the two of you, earning a couple laughs from your teammates and a ‘damn right’ from Ali.

Ash continues to trail on with the formalities of the ceremony, however both you and Emily fail to pay attention, your focus on each other.

“Well,” Ash clears her throat, snapping both of you out of your trances. “The rings?”

Cassius Dwyer hops out of his seat, reaches into his pocket, and carefully hands them to each of you. You and Emily crouch down to take them from him, ruffling his hair. “Thanks, bud.”

He gives you a toothy grin and scampers back to his seat next to his mom.

“Emily?” Ashlyn repeats.

“Hm?”

“Your vows?” The goalie chuckles knowingly.

Emily’s eyes widen at being caught staring at you for too long, and you giggle at her flustered state.

“(Y/N),” she clears her throat before continuing, “the moment you walked into my life, I knew you were special. You shine so bright and exude positivity wherever you go. For the past two and a half years, it has been an absolute privilege to be loved by you.” Emily takes a deep breath, and you run your thumb along her knuckles, sensing her nerves.

“Your passion for life makes me want to be a better person. I promise to be your best friend through thick and thin. I promise to always give you snuggles, even when you hog all the blankets.” You roll your eyes at that, as a light chuckle comes from the crowd.

“I promise to always support you and your aspirations. To always give you my best. I promise to never go easy on you in training even though I know you’ll beat me anyways.”

You hear many of your teammates laugh, and Kelley calls out from behind you. “Give yourself a little credit, Sonny!” She then turns to the rest of the guests. “It’s true though.” Another wave of laughter takes over the ceremony, as Emily finishes her vows.

“(Y/N), there are many things that I can’t promise, I know that, but what I can absolutely promise is to love you unconditionally day in and day out because that is something I know will never change. So, I give you this ring, as a symbol of that promise.”

By now, both you and Emily are on the verge of tears, as she shakily slips the wedding band onto your finger.

“I don’t know how you’re gonna follow that, (Y/N), but if anybody can, it’s definitely you,” Ashlyn prompts, encouraging you to say your vows.

You take a deep breath and gather yourself. “Emily, you constantly surprise me, distract me, captivate me, and challenge me in ways no one else ever has, and I thank you for that.

“You make it easy to fall in love with you again and again without reservation. I promise to be true to you, to uplift and support you, to frustrate and challenge you, and to always share with you the beautiful moments of life. And maybe, just maybe, I might let you win an argument once in a while.”

Emily just chuckles, shaking her head, scoffing under her breath, “As if.”

You just smirk at the blonde and continue your vows.

“No matter what trials we encounter or how much time has passed, I know our love will never fade or falter, that we will always find strength in one another, and that we will continue to grow side by side.

“I believe in the honesty of what we are and what we share, and I will love you always, with every beat of my heart. This ring is a token of my love. I offer you all that I have, all that I am, and all that I will be.”

You carefully slide the wedding band onto her finger.

“Do you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), take the Emily Sonnett to be your lawfully wedded wife, your best friend and partner in crime for the rest of your life?” Ashlyn officiates.

“I do.”

“And do you, Emily Sonnett, take the (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to be your lawful wedded wife, your confidant and go to person for the rest of your life?”

“I do.” The two of you share a shining smile.

“Well,” Ash sighs, her own eyes misty, “by the power vested in me, by oneminutemister.org, I now pronounce you wife and wife.” She pauses and smiles at the two of you waiting anxiously. Deciding to put you out of you misery, the woman finally announced, “You may now kiss!”

You cup Emily’s face and connect your lips for a searing kiss, your first of many as a married couple.

Resting your forehead against hers, you whisper against her lips, “I love you, Emily Sonnett.”

“I love you too, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

You give her a faux serious glare. “It’s Sonnett.”

She just gives you a soft look full of love and sighs contently. “Yeah, yeah it is.”

“C’mon, let’s go.” You grin, and you turn to walk down the aisle, as Emily raises your connected hands into the air, which causes your friends and family to clap and holler even louder.

“Woooooo!!!” Emily cheers along with them, and you just giggle, wondering to yourself how you got this lucky.

—————

“Ahem.” Emily clears her throat into the microphone. “If I could have everyone’s attention please.”

The entire venue turns to look at the blonde defender, who abandoned her suit blazer a while ago, her sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons unbuttoned.

“Firstly, I just want to thank you all for joining us this evening and making it special and one to remember.” She pauses, as many of the USWNT members cheer and holler, many of them on their way to being drunk. Emily then looks down at the seat next to her where you’re sitting, a soft smile on her face, and you glance up at her, eyes full of love. “Secondly, (Y/N), my wife, I am so grateful to be loved by you, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. There’s so much else I want to say, but I’m not the best with words.”

A wave of laughs echoes amongst the crowd, Lindsey and Kelley confirming that statement. “That’s an understatement, Em!” The midfielder yells, having spent hours upon hours helping her best friend write her vows.

Emily blushes but continues her speech. “Well, with that being said, I wrote a song instead.” She takes your hand and leads you to the chair that has been placed in the middle of the dance floor. As you take your seat, Emily, still with the mic in hand, heads up onto the stage, joining the band.

“For those of you who don’t know, our relationship actually started with me serenading (Y/N), so I thought I’d bring it full circle. Babe, this one’s for you.” Your wife gives you a wink and then mouths, ‘as always,’ before taking a deep breath, as the band starts playing an unfamiliar tune.

As far as heartbeats go

Mine is beating right out of my chest

As far as prayers may go

Oh damn it baby I feel blessed

Emily steps down from the stage and walks towards you.

As far as loving you

Well you know I'm a little obsessed

And as far as moments go

This is one we'll never forget

You bite your lip, as you unsuccessfully attempt to hide an ear-splitting grin from breaking out across your face, as you admire your wife.

Baby I've wanted this for as long as I know

'Cause I wrote this song a long long time ago

Emily glances at you and smirks, as you both know the truth behind the lyrics. The two of you had pined over each other for months before you had started dating and dated for years before you finally popped the question.  

And it goes

I wanna see you all dressed up in white

Baby I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life

And I told you since I met you

That you'd always be mine

You feel your heart swell with love for your wife, and you see out of the corner of your eye your teammates recording the performance, Kelley even giving you two big thumbs up.

And one day I

I was gonna make you my wife

Well baby tonight

Tonight I'm gonna make you my wife

Emily circles your chair as she sings, before kneeling before you. You tenderly caress her cheek, tears welling up in your eyes. She turns to kiss your palm, before standing up to continue singing.

As far as feelings go

This is the best feeling I've ever known

As far as where I wanna be

Well if you're there that's my home

By now, you’re full on ugly crying, using a tissue to try and save your makeup. You always love Emily’s voice, even if she’s playfully singing along to Mamma Mia for the hundredth time, but there’s something about her serenading you on your wedding night that makes you fall even more head over heels in love.

Everybody raise your glasses

And hold them up high

To the bride to the bride, everybody show some pride

I finally get to call you mine.

As you watch your wife move around the dance floor, performing with ease, you hear many of your teammates, friends, and family cheering, as they dance along to the song.

Your wife pulls you up from the chair and spins you around, a laugh bubbling from your mouth.

Woah, I wanna see you all dressed up in white

Baby I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life

And I told you, since I met you

That you'd always be mine

Baby tonight

Tonight I'm gonna make you my wife

As the last notes echo throughout the room, Emily pulls you close to her, your foreheads resting against each other. Everyone erupts in cheers, as the song finishes, but the two of you are in your own world.

“I love you, (Y/N),” she whispers, a little out of breath, “and I’ll love you forever.”

“I love you too, Em. I can’t wait to see where this life takes us.” You smile softly, before kissing her. Not wanting to put on a whole show for your guests, you pull away and lightly hit your wife’s shoulder.

“I can’t believe you wrote me another song.”

“What can I say?” Emily shrugs nonchalantly. “You deserve the best.”

“And that’s you?” You tease.

“Mhmm,” she hums, the two of you swaying amongst the other couples to the slow song the band is now playing, “and you married me, so you must think so too.”

You sigh peacfully, as you rest your chin on her shoulder. “Yeah, I do.”

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yourusername: She stole my heart, so I stole her last name

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uswnt: ❤️

christenpress: So happy for you (Y/N)! Love you so much❤️

kelleyohara: can’t believe the kids got married 🤧

↳emilysonnett: Kel, shut up. This sounds weird.

emilysonnett: I love you forever and ever. 🤍

lindseyhoran10: I can’t believe my best friends got married🥺🥺

ashlynharris24: What an honor to officiate this ceremony! Love you two and wish you nothing but the best.

lavellerose: Yay for being married! 🥳🍾

sydneyleroux: What a beautiful ceremony for a beautiful couple. Still salty you didn’t let me officiate, but I guess including Cassius made up for it…just a little bit

↳mrapinoe: I’m still salty

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emilysonnett: So we did a thing yesterday…

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uswnt: Well this is definitely something… 🤗

yourusername: You’re my favorite human ever ❤️

lindseyhoran10: So happy for you Dasani!!! 

alexmorgan13: Love you two! Glad we all got to celebrate your love 💓

mrapinoe: Soulmates right there 

malpugh: favorite couple 😍

allie_long_: It finally happened! Congrats you guys!

alikrieger: YOUR SONG THO!!! SO ROMANTIC!! KILLED ME!

↳caitlinfoord: honestly the best part of the whole ceremony

↳kelleyohara: Aren’t you glad we forced you to sing to (Y/N) all those years ago.

        ↳emilysonnett: Maybe…

[dawnsy]

DO YALL WANNA READ SOMTHING SUPER DEPRESSING

OF COURSE YOU DO

Unedited btw cause im lazy :p

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There's nothing you can do.

    Anne was awoken by the sudden swish of the curtain of ehr tent being swung open. She heard the pitter patter of barefoot feet hit the tent floor as whoever had opened it walked inside. Anne cracked her eyelid open just enough to see the dark outline of a person, and she quickly recognized Sashas spiky hair. Anne let out a sigh and let go of the blanket she had been clenching on too tightly "You really need to stop sneaking up on me like that Sash!" Anne said in an annoyed voice. 

She stared at Sasha who didn't reply. Anne noticed her blurry outline shaking and Anne sat up in concern "Sash?" Anne reached over to beside her bed and felt around for her lanturn. She turned it on and held it up in front of her towards Sasha. As the golden light reached Sasha's face Anne realized the girl was crying. Her eyes were wide and full of terror and streams of tears ran down her face, her body trembling. 

Anne quickly flew out of her bed dropping the lantern she ran up to her friend "What's wrong? What's going on?" Anne asked quickly, grabbing Sasha's shoulder. The girl looked into the distance, her eyes glazed with fear, she swallowed hard a few more tears spilled from her eyes as she looked at Anne. Her tears flowed heavier and she let out a sob and wrapped her arms around Anne tightly. Annes heart was racing and her eyes were filled with tears. "Sasha what's wrong?" Annes voice shook. Sasha sobbed a few more times hugging Anne tightly she started rubbing her hand up and down Annes back. Sasha gathered herself together as best she stood and leaned back to look Anne in the eyes. Now Anne was crying, with tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry." Sasha said her voice cracking and forming into a few more sobs.

 Annes mind raced with what could be happening and she felt something blocking her throat. "W-what are you talking about?" Anne asked, her hands shaking intensely, Sasha gazed at her. She seemed calmer now, despite the tears still streaming down her face. Sasha rubbed the back of her hand down the side of Anne's face. then looked down for a moment, swallowed hard. "Its-" Sasha tensed as another sob rose in her throat but she shoved it down. 

"It's Marcy."

 Her voice was high and shaky, her body shook with it and tears dripped onto the ground below as the two stood there. Annes body tensed, she couldn't even describe how many tears flowed down her face as she staggered backwards, her eyes widening. "No, no no no no no no" Anne said racing out of the tent shoving past the curtain she broke out into the empty camp. The sweet sounds of night filled the cold air but Anne couldn't hear them over the sound of her sobs and the beating in her ears. "Anne, Wait!!" Sasha called as Anne raced over to Marcys tent, She baraged her way inside. Her breaths were short and shallow as she entered the tent she looked around frantically. A lit lantern had been knocked over, beside it was a bed…

It was so quiet.

    Anne fell to the ground, onto her knees, then into a small ball. She sobbed and sobbed, and sobbed. Sasha ran in after her seeing Anne lying there she sat down beside her. Anne could hear Sasha sobbing herself as the girl wrapped her arms around Anne. Both sat there shaking, sobbing, mourning the great loss, together.

    At Least Marcy had felt no pain. Anne knew the girl wouldn't make it very long with her injuries, but she wasn't prepared to lose her so soon.

Marcy had passed in her sleep, her breathing was slow and deep when she slept, but with her bleeding chest she didn't have enough oxygen to make it through the night.

Sasha had come in to check on her, there was nothing she could do.

Marcys grave was planted at the top of a high hill overlooking Newtopia. The girl had always loved the view as well as the city below. Many mourned, nearly all of amphibia missed the dear child and all her smiles and her long rambles, her clumsy falls, her kind deeds.

 But no one could miss her more than her two best friends. And though life never was really quite the same, they found a way to live on. They planted a daisy on the grave, and soon as years passed the whole hill was overtaken by the flowers.

 Marcy would have loved it, they were always her favorite flower.

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Are yall depressed yet?

I know I am :,D

Alright well have a nice day im ago cry now bye bye

[robininthelabyrinth]

I think the structure is a bit different from other prompts I've seen you fill, but 5 people WWX almost married, and 1 he did? I love your fills, btw! I think you take good, uncommon ideas and flesh them out really well

1

“Why do I have to be the bride?” Jiang Cheng demanded, his chubby little hands on his hips, sliding off the shiny red silk he’s currently wrapped in.

“Yeah!” Wei Wuxian chimed in. “Why does he get to be the bride?”

Jiang Yanli heaved a long sigh. “Because it’s my turn to pick what we’re playing. And what I want to play is to plan out my future wedding, and A-Cheng looks more like me than A-Xian does.”

“No fair,” Wei Wuxian grumbled.

“Don’t pout, A-Xian. Remember, you’re a very handsome and dashing cultivator.”

That got him smiling again.

“Now,” Jiang Yanli said. “You both bow –”

The dinner bell rang and both boys lit up at once. They were at the age when they thought of nothing but food – assuming there was ever an age when boys didn’t think of nothing but food.

“Oh, all right,” Jiang Yanli said indulgently. “You can go.”

Maybe she should just stick to daydreaming.

2

“So, what would I have to do to get access to the full set?” Wei Wuxian asked. He was lying on his back on the bed, with his head hanging off the side – it made him appear upside down, which to a heavily intoxicated Nie Huaisang was the funniest thing ever.

“Full set of what?” he said, rubbing his eyes. Luckily, Wei Wuxian was just as drunk as he was or else he might feel embarrassed about how he wasn’t following the thread of the conversation…though he was pretty sure they’d been talking about something completely different a moment earlier.

“Your books!” Wei Wuxian said, sitting up clearly a little too fast, judging by the way he swayed as if the world was spinning around him. “The illustrated ones.”

“The porn?”

“Erotic art, Nie-xiong. Have some dignity.”

Nie Huaisang didn’t think he’d ever had that.

“You said that what you showed us was just a selection,” Wei Wuxian said helpfully. “So what do I have to do to get access to the rest?”

“I’m saving it for marriage,” Nie Huaisang said, which wasn’t even true and he had no idea why he said it. Seemed like a good idea at the time. He giggled.

“Well, if that’s the only thing stopping us, then why don’t we –” Wei Wuxian started to say, but then Jiang Cheng pushed him entirely off the bed and they all forgot about everything other than shoving each other.

3

“He did save your life, though, didn’t he?” one of MianMian’s girlfriends said.

“Yes,” Mianmian said with a wary look. She didn’t especially trust this particular girlfriend. Or most of them, for that matter. “So what?”

“You should marry him!”

“What?!”

“You know, out of gratitude!”

“Don’t be ridiculous! Nobody does that outside of stories!”

And anyway he doesn’t actually like me, she wanted to say, but obviously didn’t; it wasn’t a sect where you could show weakness.  

“But he’s fourth on the list of young masters, Mianmian! Fourth! You can’t do better than that!”

Maybe I grade on a different scale from the rest of you.

She sniffed and tossed her head, and that was that – she hoped.

4

“Marry?” Wei Wuxian said, choking so hard on his piece of radish that Wen Qing thought he might die. “Marry?! Wen Qing?!”

A moment later he thought better of it and added, meekly, “No offense meant, Wen Qing.”

“None taken,” she said dryly. “That was also my reaction. The answer is no, Granny.”

“But why not?” Granny asked. “You’d be a good couple – you already get along.”

Wen Qing was aware enough to read the implicit ‘and nobody else is ever going to marry either of you’ underlying that comment, and from his pained expression so could Wei Wuxian.

“I don’t want to get married,” Wen Qing said. “And if I did, it’d be to someone who had more money than this idiot.”

Wei Wuxian, visibly relieved that she had no interest, held his hands to his heart. “Ouch. I knew it, you materialist, you only love me for my money.”

“You don’t have any,” Wen Qing said. “And anyway, it’s not the money I’m after – it’s the concubines I’d be insisting you’d take. You get one and I get one; seems fair, doesn’t it?”

“Damnit,” Wei Wuxian said. “Now I’m tempted.”

“Too late. Missed your chance.”

5

“You can’t take me to the Cloud Recesses!” Wei Wuxian wailed. “I’m a poor, innocent cultivator!”

Nobody seemed especially impressed.

“Also, I’m getting married!” he added.

That seemed to get Jiang Cheng’s attention. “Married? To who? Hanguang-jun?”

“Of course not,” Wei Wuxian said. “I’m marrying Lil’ Apple.”

“…the donkey.”

“Yup! He’s the most virile of the whole lot of you!”

“The donkey’s been gelded.”

“Still!”

Jiang Cheng pinched the bridge of his nose, and left with a huff. Unfortunately, Lan Wangji seemed not yet deterred – that was fine, though.

One down, Wei Wuxian thought happily, one to go.

1

Lan Wangji’s mourning clothing had grown on Wei Wuxian, eventually, such that he even thought he’d miss them if the man ever decided to change his style (impossible of an idea as that was), but he had to admit that something in his heart went a little crazy when he saw him in red and gold.

[chromatic-lamina]

intrigue—chapter 1017 spoilers

Okay, we all know the most important frame of the whole chapter is the one below.

Oda’s really kinda giving everyone a little bit of time in the sun or submersible. Though I’m not sure who the guy on the right is (like, I don’t have a nickname for him). But Ikkaku and Jean Bart have been featuring quite prominently in the few frames afforded the Hearts (and we’ve been seeing a fair-ish bit of Bepo and co in the fighting as well).

I was hoping to see how they actually rescued him, cos subs can do repairs and all underwater, but it’s quite a process from what I’ve read, I think. Plus, it would really depend on how far below you were. 

Guessing Luff hadn’t  sunk that deep, BUT that’s where Ikkaku shifts into Narwhal form, cos those whales can really dive! Fingers crossed there’s anime filler. What’s Luff got in his hand, btw? If anything.

I’m gonna pop in the link to my meta about the Polar Tang and this arc, because I think it’s relevant. 

And next. Shinobu might not like sharp things, but she’s got no fear of heights. Maybe sharp things deflate mature things? I wonder what the story is, considering she was pretty adept at sharp things in the flashback.

It’s understandable that heights freak Momo out. He’s been dangled over them at high stress moments a number of times. And he’s still only eight. The mourning is understandable. I’d imagine he’d be super-conflicted over Kanjuro too, considering the time he, Kin’emon and Kanjuro had spent together.

Then, things aren’t going quite right for CP0, and the reveal that Who’s-Who is ex-CP9, and CP0 must have known if Jinbe/Jinbei knows, is really interesting. As is the shout out to Rob Lucci. We last saw him at the Reverie. I can imagine the predictions and theories are going wild.

But before we get to Who’s-Who, let’s check out these two:

Queen in Cyborg form. The fic of Queen, Franky and Kid hanging out needs to be written. Kid’s not cyborg, but he does have a cool arm. AND what is MADS. MADS became SADS? Ah, Sanji, what secrets are you holding up your non-electronic sleeve?

It doesn’t seem to pop up on the wiki, but I didn’t pay really close attention to Germa, so if anyone has the info, drop a reply and let me know please. It might be a translation thing, as these are scans, but I’m assuming it was an acronym in Roman letters.

Don’t get MAD, get SAD, and then you SMILE, or something like that? Anyhoo.

Was there ever anyone more Little Mermaid than Zoro, and I mean the Hans Christen Andersen version, not Disney?

But First! Chopper as Baby Gramps! Like, is the corny speech pattern part of that? I’m figuring so.

Second, there’s Zoro walking and each step feeling like knives (glass I thought), so long as he can shed his mer-tail, walk on two legs, and be in the presence of his prince (who doesn’t love him). I mean, that’s the Little Mermaid. 

God that was a sad story. I just reread the wiki, and she lost her voice following her desire to be with the prince (part of a sea-witch potion), and the prince also never realised that it was her who saved him when he fell from his ship, but he was in love with whoever he thought had. I guess mermaids of this era might not have been able to write. But anyway, Zoro’s role, like Christ on the cross it seems (fitting that he’s still in crucifixion pose), is to take on the pain of others. Except, unlike Christ (but like the Little Mermaid), they never know it. Of course, lots of philosophies have similar stories, ideas and models but, just as Oda has designated it so that Law gets beaten up and chained on a fairly regular basis (second being Sanji, perhaps), Zoro just takes on the pain of others as if it was a very requirement of his very Bushido nature. Heh.

Little Mermaid from the wiki: 

she will obtain a soul only if she wins the love of the prince and marries him, for then a part of his soul will flow into her. Otherwise, at dawn on the first day after he marries someone else, the Little Mermaid will die with a broken heart and dissolve into sea foam upon the waves.

LawLu shippers, you can’t do that to Zoro. Anyway, the mermaid does die, by suicide once the prince marries someone else (she had the option to murder him to keep her life), but kinda becomes an ethereal spirit, and Zoro’s gonna have a better life than that, and has had so far, I think. Maybe. 

The Little Mermaid dances because she’s good, the prince likes it, but he doesn’t realise it’s like stepping on knives for her with every step. Literally. That sea witch and her potion, man.

Back to Zoro, I’m guessing his actions fit into  the “Heroic Courage” aspect of the eight virtues of Bushido (just relying on Wikipedia here). And Zoro’s right. At this point, if he could not fight, his particular role and purpose and perception of self would need some serious reassessment.

But we’re in for some angst, and angst fics once the battle is over, for sure. Considering the encounter with the bible-wielding Bartholomew Kuma almost killed him, and that it was only through taking on Luffy’s pain at that time that Luffy could continue. So. Broship and all to the fore. I’ve got a feeling his missing eye, or the story behind it, is gonna have a role to play soonish.

Tama’s way of fighting also needs a special Bao Huang broadcast just here. Heroism comes in all shapes. Look at how many people she’s manipulating. King, or queen, and definitely awesome.

And, finally—

Who’s-Who is ex-CP9 and it seems he was imprisoned due to not properly guarding the gomu gomu no mi. Shanks and co had that, so yeah, full circles and new things to ponder.

[sokkalore]

What are your favourite zukka fics that you would rec (love your twilight au btw)

HELLO i’ve been waiting all day to be done with work/able to get on my computer to answer this so i’m going to just. try my best and i’m definitely going to miss some but here are SOME of my absolute favorites

(do you take this jerk to be) your one and only

Under the leadership of Fire Lord Iroh, the Fire Nation has made every attempt to restore peace and make amends for the harm they inflicted during the Seventy-Year War. Their newest proposal is a literal proposal: a marriage to unite the Fire Nation and the Water Tribes.

The Fire Nation offers Prince Zuko’s hand.

The Water Tribes offer Princess Yue’s.

Sokka is apparently the only person in the world who has a problem with any of this.

Blue

Iroh insists they create a new life and identity in Ba Sing Se. Zuko wants nothing more than to bide his time until his next opportunity to return home, until he realizes ‘Lee’ can get away with things Zuko never could. Zuko dons the mantle of the Blue Spirit again only to lose his focus when the Avatar comes to the city. This time, however, his attention is drawn to the annoying Southern Tribe warrior.

Mass Times Acceleration

[Zuko calls at three in the morning and says, tears in his voice and rage through his teeth, “I want to run away.”

It’s Sokka’s turn to carry the brain cell in his household but he doesn’t waste a second before he’s saying, “Tell me when and where—I’m coming too.”]

Or,

A road trip AU featuring two teenage disasters, abusing Ozai’s credit card, and A Lot Of Sea Lions.

it’s the illusion of separation 

Sokka takes a job washing dishes at the new tea shop in town. It's a great gig, until he finds out his only coworker is his old high school bully. Sokka really should quit, but he also really needs to afford rent.

Also, Zuko is kind of hot now.

Those Who Favor Fire 

After a failed attempt on his life, Sokka fakes his death, dons a disguise, and infiltrates the would-be assassin's ranks in an attempt to bring them down from the inside.

Zuko learns of his husband's tragic death, mourns, and vows revenge.

The Road Between Action and Inaction

Sokka does a shitty k turn in the parking lot across from the bus station, pulls up to the curb where the boy is looking determinedly at his phone, and rolls down the passenger window. “Hey! Which way were you going?” He may die, but at least his conscience will be clear.

The guy blinks at him.

“Don’t.”

Oh, he’s prickly.

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Or: the hitchhiker au, featuring Sokka and Zuko falling in love without even realizing it.

Protective 

What Zuko wasn’t prepared for was something else, something far more animalistic. Every time he saw that necklace, he felt something clawing at the pit of his stomach: a sensation that was somewhere between “protective” and “possessive.” Although logically he knew it wasn’t true, the thought always appeared before Zuko could stop it: Sokka belongs to me.

Or, Azula kidnaps Sokka. That doesn't sit very well with Zuko or Katara.

(let me be) there for you

Sokka pulls out a clean piece of parchment and starts to write:

Reasons Why Sokka Would Be A Great Bodyguard for Lord Zuko

He smiles in satisfaction at the title. Seeing it in writing only makes him feel more confident in this brilliant, two-minute-old idea of his. Zuko is one of his closest friends, and Sokka is a great fighter, he would be the perfect bodyguard! He has the entirety of his trip in the Fire Nation to prove it to Zuko. This is going to be a piece of cake.

(or, Sokka mistakes his crush for just a strong desire to be a guard for Zuko, and Suki is amused)

Moving Mountains

Soulmates are chosen by the spirits and can hear each other’s thoughts. Sokka thinks it’s cheesy and dumb. Zuko thinks it’s poetic justice that he doesn’t have one because he doesn’t deserve it. Cruel irony is finding out that the prince of the Fire Nation (and the person currently hunting you) is your soulmate.

(Set during and after the events of ATLA, and during some of the events of the comics that follow. This was an excuse to write a slow-burn where Sokka and Zuko are soulmates)

Question Marks

Zuko pulls away first. He stares at Sokka and raises his one brow. “You do realise,” he says dryly, “that you just instigated a major international incident?”

Or: Sokka is impulsive. This is a problem. Especially when he ends up kissing the Fire Lord and immediately running away.

sirens & sleepless nights

Life can be pretty hard living in a city under a totalitarian regime. Between adhering to the ridiculous curfew, keeping himself from being gunned down by a passing patrolman, and paying his unnecessary tolls to the state for, say, breathing, Sokka has his hands full just getting to work. Add aiding a resistance group on top of that, and Sokka should really be getting paid for this.

Then, one night, Sokka finds an injured patrolman collapsed in the street, who tells him with blood on his lips, “If the patrol finds me, I’m dead.”

[oliverwxod]

I know places (George Weasley imagine) Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Warnings: Freds death mentioned, one swear word maybe, angsty, (they’re like 20 in this btw) 

Summary: An old school friend comes by Weasleys wizard wheezes to check in on how George is coping after the death of his twin Fred. And he’s not coping well. 

REPOSTING BECAUSE TAGS DIDN’T WORK 

It had been too long since she had last visited Diagon Alley, and it had changed. The atmosphere was as dull as the weather, grey clouds and grey skys blending in with the bland colours of the shops that used to be full of joy and colour. The death eaters ruined it when they came by years ago and it had never fully recovered, just like the witches and wizards of the magical world. The end of the war and Voldemort’s defeat still fresh in peoples minds. 

Celebrations never happened due to the mourning of the hundreds lost, it was going to take a while. 

Y/n looked up to the towering shop in front of her, the once new purple and orange paint vibrant, now peeling from the bricks, the colours faded with the years and the damage the death eaters lefts behind. It was scarily quiet, y/n supposed no one was ready for jokes at the time being, it would come with the recovering process. 

The sign on the door read CLOSED in bold letters, but she had come all this way and had spent time gearing herself up emotionally or mentally for this. She knocked on the door, three sharp taps that echoed through the streets. The sound of footsteps smacking on the wet pavement behind her caught her eye, stepping back from the door to glance in curiosity. It was just a passerby, running to get out of the rain. 

Once she turned back to the door she let out a surprised gasp as George Weasley stood there staring at her in confusion and curiosity. 

“George” she whispered barely audible. She didn’t know why she was so taken aback by his presence, she had come to see him after all. 

“Y/L/N” he spoke, the use of her last name always bugging her. He took in her appearance, a green cloak tied tightly around her shoulders, her posture as straight and proper as always, matching the confidence she held in herself. George always guessed it was the Slytherin way.

“what are you doing here?” he asked. He was baffled by her presence, he had not heard much from her since he left Hogwarts all those years ago to pursue the shop with Fred. He had only briefly seen her during the battle of Hogwarts almost a year ago.

“ I-” she was speechless, unsure how to word the fact that she just wanted to see him. 

“Ministry business?” he asked, having heard from his parents and Ron that she had taken a position working in journalism for the ministry. 

“No- I just … I wanted to see you” she spoke watching as his brow furrowed at her words, no doubt not understanding it. 

“Would you like to come in?” he offered, not sure what else to say. 

“please” she said softly, eyeing the rain that was falling harder by the second. She stepped inside after him, watching as he turned his back on her. Y/n took the moment to observe the inside of the store, it was still packed full of things that brought a smile to her face. 

Puking pastels and Peruvian darkness powder, Love potions and Pygmy puffs.

  “How is business?” she asked, George almost cringing at the small talk, he hated it. 

“Haven’t opened since” he spoke glumly. “Reckon people don’t have it in them for it just yet ,feels insensitive while everyones still recovering” 

“How are you?” Y/n asked the big question. 

“Why are you really here?“ he ignored her question, too used to people asking it.

“I told you, I wanted to see how you were doing, this past year- can’t have been easy” she said. 

“Why are you here now, out of all days” he asked, trying to make himself look busy. Y/n spotted a bottle of fire whiskey on the counter, half empty, it was clear he wasn’t coping well.

“I-I don’t know” she spoke truthfully into the quietness of the store, she watched as George moved, walking around the counter, creating an extra barrier between then. 

“I think of you a lot” she said open and honest, it shocked him. “Even more so recently” He stared at her, an expressionless face as he tried to think of a response. 

He could lie, say he didn’t think of her, that he didn’t read the articles she wrote every week, or he could finally admit that he thought of her often too. 

“My heart breaks everyday at the thought of you being alone” she said, meeting his eyes briefly before looking away and diverting her gaze to the rain hitting against the Windows. 

George knew that Ron must have said something to her, their offices at the ministry just across from each other and Ron often took to updating him on her without George even asking . 

He wondered if she was also alone and whether that was the reason she came to see him. 

Y/n had always been an independent person, she didn’t have many friends at Hogwarts, a few close Slytherins she had grown up with, but apart from that she was fairly alone, it had a great deal to do with the whole school knowing her parents were active death eaters. George was the only one who ever bothered to talk to her, even if it meant sneaking around. 

“How are your family?” she asked, hating the silence that had fallen, George used to be a man of words but now he seemed to not be able to find any words. 

“I’m sure you already know the answer” he said quietly.

“your brother wishes to see you more” she spoke, letting him know that she knew he hasn’t spoken to them in a while.

“If you came here to make me feel guilty then you can leave” he glared. 

“I came to see you, as I said. It appears that I still care for you even though you have never shown me the same.”

George stood staring at her unbelievingly at the realisation and feeling like the worlds biggest prat.

“I can not tell whether you are just ignorant or wildly clueless George” she sighed, starting to walk around the table in front of her filled with back to school boxes of jokes. 

“You know… I remember in 5th year.” she spoke still staring at the table of jokes “I took Daphne Greengrass to the hospital wing because you had tricked her in to eating some puking pastels. I came to find you to scold you and while I was telling you off we both started laughing… and then you reached out, tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and I thought… I thought you were going to ask me to the yule ball, but you didn’t, you just turned away from me and said nothing and then I found out the next day you were going with Alicia Spinnet… and that’s when I realised you didn’t feel anything for me.” She spared a quick glance at him, before adverting her eyes again. 

“But naive little me still had hope” she chuckled quietly under her breath. 

“Y/n- I didn’t know-” George started. 

“I’m not angry at you” she shrugged “its clear you were just clueless, but then in 6th year when we went through all that trouble of sneaking around Umbridge for the whole year, I thought… wow that’s a lot of effort to go through for supposedly meaningless hookups.” 

“I don’t know what you want me to say” George said at loss for words, he had seemed to be at a loss of what to say as soon as he saw her standing at the shop door, she was the last person he expected to check in with him.

“I don’t want you to say anything, unless you want to” she spoke quietly. “It was never my intention to talk about this. Like I said, I just came to see how you are”

  “I wish we could change the past, but we can’t ” George mumbled.

“I suppose not” she spoke feeling the weight his words held. “I should go” she decided.

 George nodded twice, silently watching as she made her way to the door, stopping as he reached the handle. She looked at him before speaking. 

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but I am sorry, Fred deserved the world” her voice was sincere and George sighed shutting his eyes tightly before opening them again. 

“Stay” he spoke “have a drink with me”