#which was mainly people claiming that all the people on their side were good and all the people on the other side were bigots

[wild-at-mind]

Honestly really upset about the James Somerton thing.

[syeren]

love love love the way you write, could i request gepard smut where he gets jealous of how reader entertain sampo’s shenanigans or flirtations? reader and gepard aren’t officially together but people kinda know that they’re a thing. geoard’s too shy to ask for attention and he doesn’t like how she’s so close to sampo and finally claims her when he reaches his breaking point. knowing this man and his incredible self restraint im just AHHH he snaps

SYEREN ANSWERS: “omg YES?! i absolutely love this request, thank you so much 🥹🫶 i’ll proceed to use gender-neutral pronouns for this. here’s to you, my lovely requester <3”

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BREAKING POINT — GEPARD LANDAU.

RATING: NSFW 18+ (nb-reader (fem. bodied))

GENRE: mix of fluff and jealousy sex

CW & TW: jealous!gepard, possessive!gepard, unprotected s*x, dom!gepard, missionary, mating press, pounding, rough s*x, degrading, possessiveness, sub!reader

SUMMARY: Gepard’s not one to show his emotions, however, when the one he’s admiring is digging into another’s flirtatious actions… How could he not?

NSFW UNDER THE CUT! — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

It was nothing at first. Nothing at all. But, why is his leg bouncing up and down rapidly? Why is his cheeks reddened with flush? Gepard’s train of thought was absolute mayhem as his blue orbs hovered around your and Sampo’s figure… Again. How long has this been happening? Why is that butt-weasel getting all the attention— your attention… And what for?

You and Gepard decided to spend some time in the Underworld, mainly information to collect for Bronya, but… With how long both of your schedules are and how busy it gets, he figured to volunteer right away to be with you longer. He remembered as his hand shot up to announce his idea to accompany you, a faint blush dusted your cheeks. The rest of your coworkers there looked at each other knowingly, laughing to themselves at how obvious Gepard’s adoration is for you.

But in the current time, he lets out a scoff, shaking his head briskly and refocuses his attention on his chilled liquor and paperwork at his side. The man whom he was throwing daggers at? The infamous, one and only… Sampo Koski. The two were fire and ice: One being a prestigious guard and the other… More known as a sly, cunning looker. Sampo is a charmer which is a trait that Gepard himself doesn’t have, yet in this moment, he longs for it jealously… Well, if it means that he would be the one standing in front of you, that is. He glances up and his eyes almost pop out of his sockets. The azure-haired man reaches up to graze his knuckles against your cheek, and Gepard bites onto his tongue to refrain from breaking the glass he was holding.

“Soot?” you asked, bringing your hand up to brush over the spot Sampo touched, only for him to show his dirtied finger.

He blew off the charcoal dust with a tiny smirk. “You must’ve been in the mines previously… Hey! Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would’ve made your while,” Sampo laughs, smoothly closing the distance between you two and looking downwards with his staggering height.

You shook your head amusingly and placed a hand on your hip. “Like what? Show me some ‘fun new trick’ you learned that involves pick-pocketing?”

“Lock-picking, actually.”

“Figured.”

Sampo laughs once more, reaching over to casually wind an arm around the small of your back. You shutter slightly due to the coldness of his fingertips, you swore goosebumps were forming around his hand placement. You were about to hit him off lightly until—

“Ahem.”

Your eyes locked onto Gepard, who was now lingering dangerously close to your side. His hand reached behind your back to pry off Sampo’s fingers, flicking them off irritatedly.

“Off,” he merely stated, his tone dripping with venom.

Sampo blinked a couple of time before dryly laughing it off, waving his hand in the air. “Ay big guy! It’s all in good fun, plus I haven’t seen them in so long—“

“And that gives you the right to touch them?”

The tension between the two towering men increased as the seconds passed, with Gepard losing it little by little every breath he took. Sampo chuckled and slowly walked closer to Gepard, looking him straight in the eye.

“… Think you own them or something?” he spat, his palms resting comfortably on his hips. “Coward?”

Your own anxiety rose as you quickly went to stop the two, sighing deeply before you spoke. “Knock it off, this is stupid—“

“— And says you?” Gepard interjected firmly, but this time, his voice sounded calmer than angry. He chuckled once and stepped back, gently lacing his fingers around your wrist and tugging you along with him.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked worriedly, concerned that he’s in a really bad mood.

“No where special.”

—

A small, dingy closet was what he found in the back of the bar. He almost knocked the wind out of you as he practically launched you inside. You had barely managed to regain your balance until he trapped you in between his sturdy arms, using the dusty wooden table behind you effectively.

“Gepard?”

His breaths were shallow and heavy, the scent of his cologne and musk intensifying around you as you looked up at him. He was looking directly into your eyes, piercing through your soul but had a slight softened look to it. A pleading look. An agonizing, pained look for release.

“… Not another word,” he spoke calmly and immediately ripped the armour off of him, along with his shirt. The heavy clanking of metal resounded against the floorboards beneath you two.

Perhaps it was the fluorescent light beaming down on you two, or the half-lidded eyes he had on his expression… But he looked ethereal. The dirty blonde locks cascaded down his forehead and his skin shone with a slight gleam due to sweat. The cloud of lust drowned any sense of fear as his hands busied themselves to lock behind your head, cradling your jaw with one hand and the other resting on your nape.

A tiny mewl escaped your lips as you hungrily welcomed his tongue that shot straight into your mouth. The warmth of the muscle explored the surface of your canines, until prodding his own tongue with your own. Taken-a-back is an understatement, you never knew Gepard would be so… Good, real good. Who knew the shy and obedient man would have a hidden side?

As you were trying to keep up with his movements, Gepard’s voice lowered in a hushed manner.

“… Tell me whenever to stop,” he whispered, not wanting to hurt you or to cross any more boundaries. You can tell just from looking at him that reality was slowly starting to sink in. In turn, you placed a hand behind his neck and pushed him once more to your lips.

“Mmgh!”

A choked up grunt evoked from his mouth but soon after, he sunk deeper into the intimacy, the feeling of holding you, touching you… To Gepard, this was the moment to finally show you how much he loved you. A primal yet desperate instinct grew within him, it was competitive— The feeling to win you over, the feeling to completely lose himself in you, to be able to do that spoke volumes for the man who represented perseverance himself.

He let his hands trail down to the back of your knees, hoisting you up and setting you on top the wooden table. The dim light coming from the bulb created perfect shadows of his muscles. He was well built throughout the years fighting and wearing thick, heavy armour. A sense of pride flooded in him as he watched you carefully drink his physique in, captivated.

“Don’t make me nervous now,” he jokingly added, a tinge of pink blooming on his cheekbones. “Got Sampo wrapped around your pretty little finger, hmm?”

A breathy chuckle left your lips, falling into lust as he nudged your head to the side to bite along the column of your neck.

“A chatter, that man,” you added and subconsciously spread your legs, allowing him to dive in deeper into your body.

“I can’t disagree with him either,” he responded quickly.

He took that split second and didn’t waste any time, calloused palms dragging across the plush of your thighs to push it further apart. The sound of the rustling of his pants made you look and he slowly unbuckled the leather with one hand, pulling it downward.

“Are you—“

“No, I’m preparing you first,” he whispered, trailing his light fingertips from your navel to the edge of your underwear. You were caught by surprise as Gepard’s finger tracks down your clit and rubs it slowly, teasingly. A delicious yet agonizing, dull sensation bubbled within your lower abdomen.

Tiny mewls and gasps left your parted lips, enticing Gepard to go more into rhythm, drinking in the lustful noises that he was producing. This was the reality of the situation, created by the tension between him and Sampo. And now, he couldn’t help the slow rise of his boner, growing an even larger tent within his tight slacks. He wedged his lip inbetween his teeth, chewing it harshly until specks of blood dotted around the abrasion.

He’s the one bringing out these beautiful noises you’re making. Not Sampo. Him.

The beat of his fingers increased, swiping side to side, in circles… Abusing the swollen bundle of nerves of yours. His hawk eyes pierced onto your face, analyzing the shortness of breath, the way your eyes were screwed shut. This only, and merely, egged Gepard on.

“G-Gonna cum,” you announced weakly, knocking your head back onto the wall. Just as the tension built up, it ended abruptly. The heavenly sensation of your bursting release cut short. A tiny whine evoked in you as you glared at Gepard in irritation. He laughed at your expression, hovering over your crumbled physique with both arms caging you in.

Gepard gave you a lop-sided smile and a tilt to his head. “I like that expression. Suits you.”

You sent him another stare of judgement, feeling the heavenly release slowly return back to your normal state. Gepard merely scoffed, jokingly, and yanked his pants along with his boxers down.

“What? Cat got your tongue? Use your words—“ he grabbed your chin and gently caressed your jaw, looking down at you.

“— Or use your mouth.”

You shut yourself up mentally and lowered yourself from the desk, your pride being on the line as well as your aching core. It’s still unbelievable. This wasn’t anything you expected of Gepard; the shy, chivalrous man you once knew vanished in a second, in this dimly lit closet.

Your gaze trailed down his abdomen to his erect penis, the sound of the tip slapping against his skin caused a gulp to rise in your throat. He adorned a large size, stretching out at seven inches — give or take — erect, with pretty blue veins decorating the sides and reaching towards his pelvis. You gave him experimental licks along the shaft, right along those veins popping out of the sheerness of his skin. He was soft, so soft… And warm. The same pink hue of the angry tip matched the shell of his ears.

A strained groan came from him and as you peered up, his head was craned all the way back. The beauty of his was all you could focus on, wanting to mark it up with your own kisses; the way it connected to the angular shapes of his collarbones, to the chisel of his adam’s apple.

“Y-You’re good,” he commented, his breathing erratic as he narrowed his gaze onto you. “Got Sampo as your practice partner—“

A loud slurping noise cut his remark, a moan bordering a whimper erupted from Gepard as you angrily swirled your tongue around, and shoved him all the way down your throat. You released his cock from your puffy lips with a pop, dazing at him intensely. Was he…

“Jealous?” you teased, only to erupt another irritated expression from him. However, it was more than just plain jealousy. Gepard looked at you with a blank stare and suddenly lifted you up by your underarms and shoved open your thighs. He didn’t mutter a single word, instead, aligning his fat cock head to your aching hole. He paused, looking at you cautiously and carefully in case you wanted to deject. A tinge of pink coated the apples of your cheeks, and you instinctively reached to interlock his long fingers with yours.

“Mhm— Eugh!“

He slammed into you, sucking in a harsh breath and made his movements stagnant for a second. A loud throaty noise ripped from your chest, the delicious stretch pulsating and tingling from your cunt, shooting straight up to your head. You took that brief moment to let your body mold around his heated dick, before peering up at him with tears welling in your eyes — a signal to go.

His insatiable, animalistic instincts were the only thing that controlled his body. The wet sounds and bodily noises emitting within the room only gave Gepard more fuel to his fire. You, whose neck was craned all the way up, screamed at the euphoric waves of pleasure. Gepard leaned forward more, licking long stripes along the column of your neck and left vivid hickeys; the blues and purples bloomed on your body, like flowers painted by monet.

“Y-You… Look so beautiful,” he mumbled out, staring at you like you were a blessing sent down by the Aeons themselves. He lifted your hips up and slammed his cock back inside, heavy balls slapped against your puffy lips. Breathy moans and the stench of sex, you dropped your face against his shoulder and cried out.

“… So pretty,” he chanted once more, and kissed your forehead. His left arm trailed down your stomach and with his free hand, he parted your folds with his middle and index fingers. He stared at your core, it was glistening in the cheap fluorescent lamp above the two of you. He tilted his head and blew lightly at your clit, which caused you to buckle at your legs.

You let out a strangled mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt a twitch from his cock and a bubbly sensation rose in the pit of your stomach. It was all so lewd, his length stretched you out so deliciously as he rammed his hips nonstop, his demeanor from before was irritated, and now you were left with the touch-starved shell of a man.

Perhaps it’s due to the strong, pent-up emotions you hold for him, but you grasped onto the back of his head and kissed him— A kiss where it wasn’t merely a gesture of lust, or just because you two were in a sexual act… A battle between pleasure, lust, affection were evident, and the craving to portray your true emotions in that sloppy act. His speed became staggered, irregular thrusts entered and exited your squelching cunt in an inconsistent manner.

“F-fuck! I’m gonna—“ Gepard announced and grumbled various strings of profanity. He searched for your hands once more and intertwined them, looking down at you through glossy eyes.

“Cum with me,” he pleaded, regaining a sense of momentum with his hips. It was almost like a spell — his words — and it echoed in your head. A tinge of pleasure shot from your abdomen and your legs started to shake intensely.

“Shit,” you groaned, whining as the release was nearing. Gepard took notice, immediately feeling you clamp down on his dick harder. He spilled his seed into you, and following after, you creamed around his dick; his hips stuttering wildly. Your walls clenched and you felt the warmth of his cum paint your insides. He kept his hips still and the fluttering of your walls gave him slight overstimulation, cock-warming you while keeping you from leaking out his seed.

His heavy weight fell against your body, the weight of his heart too. Tears welled up in his eyes and he hid his face, holding onto you more tightly than before. From your teary-eyed vision and exhausted state, he gave you a slight glance to make sure you were okay. He quickly covered you with his guard uniform, shielding you from the sudden cold of the closet.

“Don’t… Talk to him. At least alone. And only with me.”

“You know I never had feelings for him, right?” You asked, still trying to catch your breath. You raised your shaking hands to slot them against his reddened cheeks.

“Yes love… But, he’s still Sampo, gets on my nerves, I couldn’t sit there and watch him do that vile act,” he sternly replied, however reverting back to his old self once more. You chuckled at his embarrassment, scratching the crown of his head lovingly.

“All Sampo knows is how to steal $10,000 from naïve people and break-and-enter the most weirdest places,” you stated, chuckling as Gepard tightens his hold around you, shying away his face. He straightens up and helps you wear your clothing, making sure to also gently wipe any fluids or dirt on your body with his own sleeve.

“He’s still another guy, Y/N. So from now on…” Gepard trails off, removing a Belobog Silvermane Guard insignia from the coat draped around you. With the pin still in hand, he fastens it onto the lapel of your jacket, the lustre gleaming out and proud.

“You’re mine. And if Sampo needs physical evidence, that pin can do wonders… If not, make sure I’m with you. I don’t mind giving him a show either.”

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an; i am so sorry this took so long, i swear i saw your request as soon as you sent it, but college finals have been draining me quick </333 thank you for your patience!!! (also there may be grammar errors or spelling mistakes, heavily apologize for such things 🫶🙏)

[bird-inacage]

Only Friends: Sand's First Display of 'Messy' Behaviour

I'll preface this by saying I adore this man, and he's probably been the least problematic individual out of the Self-Proclaimed Friendship Circus. However, what left me with a chill was how Sand behaved when he revealed the affair to Ray.

Since we've been introduced to Sand, I think many of us have been pretty relieved by his largely green flag behaviour (in the midst of a very low bar being set in this group). This has often had me wondering what Sand's wider arc is going to be. The writers are not going to keep his storyline on one setting the whole way through. Therefore it's natural to anticipate we will be given another side to Sand - perhaps a less sympathetic or irrational part of his character. And maybe this was our first inkling into Sand's imperfections. He's also prone to vengeance and acting with an ulterior motive in mind.

Why it left me feeling so uncomfortable is because we haven't seen Sand in this light before. His score card has been pretty blemish-free.

Fuelled by a Vendetta

Nick shared this knowledge with Sand a while ago. However what triggered Sand to do something about it now was his confrontation with Top. We don't yet know what the circumstances were behind Top stealing Sand's ex from him, and how that played out. But it's evidently a sore grudge that Sand still very much holds against him.

Seeing Top again reminded Sand of the information he has at his disposal which could be used to teach Top a lesson. Sand is a very righteous person, and he doesn't think it's fair that someone should ruin his previous relationship, and now get what he wants with Mew as well. He wants Top to be punished. 'You're going to get what's coming to you, just wait'. It's possible that Sand didn't have the resources or means to get back at Top back then. But now he sees an opportunity to do so.

Combined with the fact that Sand has recently discovered that Ray loves Mew, this provides him with the perfect excuse for passing this information on. One, because as an outsider of their group, this can't come directly from him. Two, he knows based on Ray's temperament and his feelings for Mew, he'll be guaranteed to act.

Motivated by Selflessness or Selfishness?

I was originally going to post a deep dive on the scene between Ray and Sand at the bar, but I found myself constantly yo-yoing and ultimately undecided as to whether Sand's intentions were good or bad.

On the one hand, he's sharing this because he knows Ray will reveal the affair and Top will suffer the consequences. Thus, satisfying an act of indirect revenge.

On the other hand, he could also be doing this (as he so claims) due to his sense of righteousness. He just can't bear bad people getting away with bad things. And perhaps he does genuinely see Mew as a innocent victim here, and wants him to expose Top for who he is.

What also had me conflicted is that 'breaking' up Mew and Top doesn't play to Sand's interests. If Sand is romantically invested in Ray, and Mew becomes single again, this would allow Ray to continue pursuing Mew, which means Sand loses out. This is plausible if you're fuelled by unconditional love and a desire to see the person you love be happy. But I'm not entirely convinced that is the case here either.

You can also argue that Sand is 'using' Ray in this instance to achieve his objective, which is very questionable. He knows what a loose cannon Ray can be. Either he didn't think too much about the possible repercussions of how Ray would react, or he didn't care as long as Top got what he deserved. I don't think by any means Sand wishes to cause Ray any harm, but something really primal seemed to drive Sand to do this regardless of how Ray may be affected as the messenger.

So I don't know if I've decided yet. It could be a mix of all the above. This did seem to veer more on petty vengeance under the guise of righteousness. Mainly due to how Sand looks at Ray in that entire scene, which felt slightly manipulative and cold compared to how he usually has been with Ray. Especially when he says, "Mew is lucky though to have you by his side." It's almost with pinpoint precision that Sand triggers an image in Ray, to be the saviour swooping in to protect Mew.

All in all, I found Sand's behaviour this episode to be highly intriguing and unexpected. I saw a clip of First talking at an event recently, where he says something along the lines of 'when you see Sand do this, please forgive him', which implies there will be some further questionable or inexplicable behaviour later on potentially. Hmn.

[a-loving-ghost]

(not so) teeny little chonny jash rant (allister’s theory about the beginning of the dissonance)

after writing my 6 page essay on chonny’s charming chaos compendium vol 1 for my friends to learn about a few days ago ive been thinking about heart and mind’s relationship

so honestly, it feels like that mind fucked up their original relationship somehow after the split, like i think they got along way better

also, personal interpretation here but mind and heart are 2 ends of a spectrum, heart feels things incredibly strongly and mind hardly feels anything at all, and vice versa with heart’s and mind’s rational thinking, which is why soul has somewhat of an “equal” balance between rationality and feeling (as well as seemingly being emotionally unstable and having poorer decision making during the war), but i brought this up mainly because like

maybe the heart was reasonably upset over something, and the mind couldn’t understand why he got so distraught, so he got on heart for acting irrationally or immaturely

and heart, who was already distressed (and people generally make horrible decisions when they’re worked up), felt attacked and betrayed because its like

him and mind were on good terms before this, and now mind is (in heart’s eyes) attacking him for no reason, and i believe that the resulting emotions from this would lead to the juno incident (is it called the juno incident or just ruler of everything??)

and also, going through the album its like, yeah, mind seems kind of egotistical, maybe even power hungry, because he has this mindset that his rationale and logic are the end all be all of things, but i dont know if, because he’s on the opposite end of the spectrum that heart is, that he even understands emotions the way most people would. despite that, he DOES have a perspective. i think heart is holding a grudge due to what i claimed led up to RoE, and because he’s holding on to that feeling of hurt and betrayal, plus the (possible) emotional burnout he experiences, he’s refusing to listen to mind’s perspective

while mind is refusing to listen to heart’s perspective because, well, being rational is the way. heart is emotionally distraught for a lot of the album, which hinders his rationality, making mind believe that heart’s side is less important since he is no longer acting logical

(tldr) so basically the “war” was started by a simple mistake from both parties who couldnt realize that they both were in the wrong! in mind’s eyes, heart reacted in an irrational way, not sharing his ideals of logic > feeling; while in from heart’s perspective, one of the only 2 friends he had suddenly betrayed him because he was simply reacting how he usually did

[s-creations]

Crushing Reality - Fanfic for 'The Super Mario Bros. Movie'

All Luigi could do was wait. Sit in an uncomfortable cage and wait for Mario to come and save him. Knowing that his brother was out there being the only spark of hope he could cling to.

Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms, The Super Mario Bros. Movie Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationships: Luigi & Mario (Nintendo) Warnings/Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Some fluff and mainly angst, Happy Ending, Happy Reunion, Spoilers for the 2023 Movie!, I need more warm brotherly moments.

First lesson learned from this place, metal cages aren’t comfortable. The sturdy material didn’t make for a good sitting or sleeping experience. Luigi needed to constantly shift to try and find somewhat of a comfortable position. 

Second lesson learned, lava produces a lot of heat and metal is a wonderful conductor. There were a number of burn marks on his wrists and ankles, with a few on his neck. Basically anywhere his outfit would unintentionally raise up and Luigi wasn’t paying attention. His bare skin brushing against the heated metal. A hiss escaping from him every time. Adding to the issue of trying to get an even semi-comfortable position in the cramped, hard space.

Third lesson learned, there were truly some heartless people out there. The human was convinced that Bowser was the worst that could possibly be. Uncaring that his prisoners were being melted alive. Water was a luxury that was only given once a day. Carried by the guards in pails and handed out by the ladle full. Literally. Luigi was almost embarrassed at how desperate he’d become. Uncaring that his lips were touching the same ladle that others had just used. 

His immune system was no doubt working double time in trying to keep him alive.

Food was nothing more than stale bread (which Luigi was a little surprised and very happy to learn they had that here). Two chunks of it given each day that made the human’s already dry mouth that much worse.

The guards at some point began to taunt him. Giving updates to what his brother was doing tied together with a clear threat. 

“Apparently the princess thinks your stupid brother is useful to her in some way. Wonder if she’s told him about Bowser? Wonder if he cares that you’re stuck here?”

“Your brother is really upsetting Lord Bowser. Better count your blessings in hopes that your end is quick. But I think it’s gonna be slow to help Lord Bowser get rid of some pent up rage.”

“Don’t know why we need to keep giving you rations. Maybe if we drop your unmoving body in front of your brother, he’ll just surrender. Make our jobs easier.”

Luigi did his best to ignore it all. Attempting to show that the comments meant nothing to him. But the words constantly pounded against his head. Heart hurting more and more as time moved on. Unsure how long he’d been trapped in here and how much longer he had to cling to the last few strands of hope.

“Don’t fret,” the little star called out one ‘evening’, or just a time when the majority of the prisoners were asleep. Luigi lifted his head slightly to indicate he was listening.

“Our end will arrive soon enough and your sorrow will be nothing more than a dull memory.”

“What happened to you?” Luigi asked weakly. Throat sore from under use and being overly dry.

The star merely giggled before claiming, “Time is an illusion, as is hope. Hoping for a change amounts to nothing.”

“So, doing nothing and surrendering is better?”

“At least then you can accept the crushing reality for the black hole of emptiness that life truly is.”

Luigi decided he really didn’t like talking to this guy.

As time marched forward, the human became further despondent. Falling quiet, not casting fearful eyes up to the guards when they passed by or when they delivered their ‘report’ to him. Taking his rations with indifference. Curled on his side at the bottom of the cage and staring at nothing. 

What else was he supposed to do?

He hadn’t been able to find a way out.

His fellow prisoners were either mentally gone or had surrendered to their new way of life a long time ago. 

Luigi, on his part, could barely find the energy to move.

The one thing keeping him going was the thought of knowing that Mario was still out there. Still trying to get to him. Luigi could always count on his brother to come to his rescue. 

The monotony of day to day life was interrupted at some point. Luigi’s head lifted slightly, hearing screams of fear. Starting off low but quickly rising in volume as numerous cages suddenly dropped down. All looking around frantically. No doubt having the same thoughts of looking for freedom that Luigi had felt when he first arrived. 

Before Luigi could ask the closest ape, who was wearing a rather impressive headpiece, what was going on, Kamek appeared. Proudly floating before them, uncaring of the fearful faces that peered back at him. 

“I have wonderful news for you all!” the magic user announced, “You’ve been invited to the upcoming royal wedding. Where you will all be ceremonially sacrificed in the princess’ honor! How lucky for you.”

And with that, Kamek disappeared as quickly as he appeared. Leaving a moment of stunned silence before there was an eruption of screams in fear and panic. Minus the little star, who let out a cheerful ‘Hurray!’. As well as Luigi who was too numb to do anything. Eventually leaning his forehead against his hand that was gripping the bar. 

Was this it? Was this the end? It couldn’t be, it just couldn’t. 

Eyes shut tightly, Luigi thought about his brother. About how he couldn’t give up on Mario. Eventually choking out, “Mario…please… Please, you need to get here faster. I don’t have much time…”

“Lad…did you say Mario?”

A new voice called out. Luigi lifted his head to find the crowned ape staring at him. Eyes wide with slight panic.

“Y-Yes? I mean, yes, I-I did.”

The ape strokes his beard in contemplation for a moment, peering Luigi over. “You’re human… I’m guessing that you’re Luigi, the brother he kept blabbing about. Yeah, I’m seeing the resemblance now.”

Luigi perked up at this. Fully standing for the first time in what felt like ages. Heart hammering furiously in his chest. Not out of fear, but for hope. 

This was the first being not tied to Bowser and his army to know about Mario. To say his name and not have their voice filled with venom.

“You know him?” Luigi desperately asked, “You know Mario?”

“Ah yeah, very impressive work done in the arena. Made for an interesting show. Also gave my son the humbling beat down that he needed.” The ape laughed fondly, shaking his head.

“Your brother is a mix of stupid and brave. But, I suppose that would happen if you’re fighting for your family.”

Luigi couldn’t help the smile that slowly formed on his face. Mario was coming to save him. Even going so far as to fight apes apparently. But it didn’t change the fact that Mario was coming for him. 

“Where is he?” Luigi asked, “Do you know where he is? Is he here? Mario, can you hear me! Is he not here?”

The hope he’d felt building up slowly started to deflate as the ape’s face fell. The smile of fondness he’d just carried slipped from his face to a defeated frown.

“I’m sorry lad, but he’s not here.”

“...Do you know where he is?”

The ape gave a short huff, eyes becoming glassy as he briefly turned away from Luigi. “Mario is… I’m sorry to say this lad. But your brother and my son… They’re not with us anymore. They’re gone.”

It was the first time since stepping into this fortress that Luigi felt cold. Wide eyes desperately searching for some sign that the other was wrong, was lying. But the ape didn’t take back his words. Merely gave Luigi an understanding pained look as reality took hold.

“No… N-No, what, h-how?”

“We were trying to get back to the Mushroom Kingdom. We were ambushed and… Look, Rainbow Road is treacherous enough on a normal day. But add a Blue Shelled Koopa with nothing to lose and…”

“So…h-he’s gone? J-Just like that?”

“I’m sorry for your loss son…”

“I warned you,” the little star called out, “Hope does nothing for you.”

There were outcries from the other with a desperate plea for the star to just keep quiet. But it was all just noise that meant nothing to Luigi. Who could only take in his crumbling world. 

Mario was gone.

His brother, who’d always been there to chase the nightmares away. Who cheered him on through all the tough times. Who did everything to make sure Luigi was safe, was gone.

Mario was gone. 

He was gone and…

And…

“It’s my fault…” Luigi felt his throat close. A little surprised he had enough water in him to produce tears.

The ape frowned at that. “Now lad, you weren’t even there-”

“N-No, no, you don’t understand. I-I fell into the p-pipe that brought u-us here. I-I saw it a-and was s-stupid a-and walked in a-and-”

Luigi was full on sobbing at this point. Kneeling in his cage as all the fight he had left him. Uncaring at how quiet everyone else had become. Even the guards feel their hearts tearing apart from this.

“H-He’s gone,” he wailed, “H-He’s gone and I-I couldn't d-do anything. I-I ruin… I-I ruin e-everything… I-I didn’t d-deserve h-him as a b-brother…”

Exhaustion was slowly claiming him. Causing him to quiet down to small choked sobs as tears continued to flow. “I-I’m sorry… I-I’m sorry I-I can’t do a-anything right…”

He was temporarily jolted out of his state when his cage was rattled. Thinking for a moment a guard had come over to quiet him. Finally having their fill of the noise.

Only to see it was the aged ape clinging to his cage. Apparently he’d swung his way over to reach Luigi. Still a little stunned by this, the human barely flinched when a padded thumb reached in to gently wipe a tear away.

“Such thoughts will give you nothing in return. I know nothing of your life or what brought you to this world. But I do know your brother would not want you to think like this. Nor would he put any blame on your shoulders.”

While the words did very little to quell the storm in his heart, Luigi did feel some comfort in them. Merely giving a small nod to what had been said. 

“There's not much that I can offer. But…we can mourn over our losses together.”

“...Thank you.”

The aged ape merely replied with a weak smile. Both closing their eyes to silently grieve over their respected loss. The rest turned away to allow them as much privacy they could create.

Far too soon for anyone’s liking, all prisoners were moved. Luigi was more than a little startled when the ceiling of the entire building started to move, to pull away from the main structure. The multiple cages follow along against the prisoner’s wishes. Transporting them all to where Bowser’s fortress was currently resting.

Given the decorative rooftops looking like mushroom caps, Luigi could only assume this was the Mushroom Kingdom. 

The break from dangling over a lake of lava came to an end when the prisoners arrived at the proper wedding venue. Or, Luigi supposed that’s what it was supposed to be. It was the only part of the dark fortress that seemed to be even semi-presently decorated. 

The seats were completely filled. Bowser was already standing at the altar, along with a blonde-haired human beside him. 

“He’s marrying Princess Peach?” Someone called out in disbelief. 

Peach, on her part, looked absolutely terrified upon seeing the prisoners. Whatever Bowser was saying to her offered no comfort, even though he looked absolutely pleased. The princess was clearly further distraught by the situation.

Then her eyes landed on Luigi. Peach’s face had a flash of surprise over it but it fell once more. Slowly shaking her head, eyes carrying one message. 

I’m sorry…

Luigi wasn’t quite sure what she was sorry for. The loss of his brother? Of not being able to free him? Of having it all end like this? Whatever it was, Luigi felt no ill will directed towards her. She was as much of a victim in all of this as he was. Offering a weak smile and small nod in understanding. 

The moment passed when the cages started to be lowered. Heart rising slowly. Luigi sweating from the heat and fear. An uncomfortable realization hitting the human.

His cage was lower than everyone else's.

He was going in first. 

“No, no, no!” Luigi panicked, wide eyes frantically looking around as if a sudden miracle would appear. Only to find Bowser staring directly at him. The smirk on the large Koopa saying everything. Luigi was deliberately going to be killed first. 

The cage suddenly tipped to one side, lava starting to flow in quickly. The bottom soon disappears into the molten liquid. Luigi climbed onto the lower rungs of the cage to avoid his end for as long as possible. 

“No, please, n-not like this… Mario…”

He wasn’t sure why he thought saying his brother’s name would fix anything. As if thinking that would make Mario appear out of nowhere to get him out of the situation. But it all resulted in nothing, Luigi left to press himself to the top of the cage. Limbs shaking as the lava continued to get closer. 

Just as he thought this was going to be his end, the cage jolted to a stop before slowly moving back up. The bottom of it had completely melted away. 

While he was free, there was a new issue. Namely that Luigi was one bad slip from still falling to his death. He let out a yelp as his left foot slipped from its perch, followed shortly by his right. Both kicked uselessly as if it would help lift him up in some way. He decided quickly that his best option at the moment was to get to the top and sit on the ceiling. Just hoping his shaky arms would be able to hold out for that long.

He swung himself out, grabbing onto the outside of the cage and slowly pulled himself up. His grip shifted to the lip on the ceiling. Still unable to give himself a foothold to help in the situation. Just as he was reaching for the chain, the entire thing shifted harshly. The sudden motion caused Luigi to lose his strength. The younger brother now barely hanging by his fingertips, the metal slowly slipping away. He tried bringing his other hand up, hoping to prevent this inevitable. 

Luck was not on his side.

Luigi’s stomach stopped as the smooth metal finally slipped away. His other arm not fast enough to grab back onto the rung of the cage. His mind seemed to blank.

This was it.

He was done for.

No one was watching as he fell.

Even if they noticed now, there was nothing they could do.

He was finally going into the lava he’d been hung over for so long.

Perhaps this was the universe's way of punishing him for what happened to Mario.

Even then, he didn’t want it to end like this.

He wanted to go home.

He wanted to see his family again.

He wanted-

Luigi let out a yelp as his descent was cut off. Desperately reaching up to grab onto whatever was now carrying him. Wide eyes seeming locked onto the bubbling lava that had been taunting him for so long.

“Lu!”

His heart beating furiously hearing the familiar nickname. From a voice he thought he would never hear from again.

Luigi quickly turned his head to find Mario smiling back at him. Currently dressed in some bear looking costume, with a striped tail twirling frantically, apparently the thing that was helping them fly. Eyes and smile wide with glee. Solely focused on his younger brother.

“Mario!?”

Luigi couldn’t believe it. After living out his worst nightmare, it had finally ended. Mario had come to save him, protect him, see to it that Luigi was rescued. 

It wasn’t a graceful landing on his part. Somersaulting onto his feet, Luigi gave a slight pause to keep himself upright before looking back at Mario. There was another beat, Mario looking as if he was about to cry before he pulled Luigi into a tight hug. Luigi gave a weak laugh, melting into the hold, wanting to be as close as possible to his brother he could be. 

Mario pulled away slightly to check his brother over. Seeing that Luigi was shaken but okay, he pulled his brother back in, pressing their foreheads together. Eyes shining brightly. Hands gripping onto Luigi’s arm and gently onto the back of his head. 

“See, I told you!” Mario choked out, “As long as we’re together, everything’s going to be okay!” 

Luigi only nodded, sniffing weakly. Uncaring as Mario’s grip seemed to tighten further, as if the younger brother was going to be ripped away again. Luigi didn’t care about the pressure. He never wanted to let go again. They were finally back together and nothing could ruin it.

So…fighting Bowser was intense.

Luigi was surprised he was still standing after it all, but he supposed adrenaline was a strong chemical. When everything had started to calm down, it was Toad who had called out how horrible the brothers looked. Apparently, even though the Super Star had made them invincible and able to do incredible things, the moment it was over they were back to their original self. In every sense of the way.

Mario carried heavy signs of damage. Bruise, bleeding, and leaning to one side while he slightly cradled his right arm. Luigi was pale, shaking, and clearly not able to focus on his surroundings. His left arm supporting old cuts and his upper lip a little red.

They had clearly been through a lot.

That, however, didn’t change the fact that Mario immediately went into older brother protective mode. Turning to Luigi the moment Toad had said anything with eyes wide and worried. Now that the thrill of finding Luigi again, he was able to really see how the other was holding up.

“Are you okay?”

Luigi laughed softly. “You’re the one who took Bowser head on. I’m fine! I just-”

Moving was a bad idea. His first step was a wobbly one. Knees buckling, black creeping in from the corner of his vision. There were a number of hands on him at once, helping Luigi to slowly sit down on the ground safely. Mario stayed directly in front of his brother the entire time. Sitting down as well.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay? You gonna stay awake for me?” Mario gently asked. Someone calling for medical help. Luigi had the brief thought that it sounded like their mother’s.

“Yeah… Yeah, no, I’m okay… A little lightheaded…” Luigi mumbled weakly, “...I’m tired…”

“Try and stay awake, yeah? How about you lean against me?”

Luigi didn’t argue. Happily allowing himself to be pulled forward until he was fully laying against Mario. Head resting on the crook of his brother’s neck. Eyes half open. The world around him becomes blurry. 

He thinks his body was slowly shutting down. He was exhausted, dehydrated, hungry, and was finally able to relax knowing that he was back with Mario.

“Lu… Hey, Luigi?”

“Mmm, yeah?”

“What happened to your arm?”

Luigi felt his brother’s hand run along the damaged arm. It’d felt so long ago he’d been thrown down to the ground by the large Koopa.

“Oh… Bowser did that… Threw me to the ground… He was mad…”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah… After he pulled part of my mustache off…” Luigi felt his brother shift. Arms being tightly wrapped around him with Mario’s hand gently gripping the back of his head. Cradling him closer. 

“Okay, good to know.”

It was really easy to hear the heavy tone in the older brother’s voice. Luigi immediately being put on edge. Somehow thinking, for some reason, the anger was directed towards him. Starting to pull away to try and look Mario in the eye. 

“Hey, whoa, don’t move too fast Lu.” Mario worriedly kept his hands on Luigi’s shoulder. Their foreheads pressed together again. “What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry…” Luigi mumbled weakly.

That confused Mario, “What are you sorry for?”

“It’s my fault…”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But it’s my fault… I fell into the pipe…” The days of being trapped in that small cage, of all the unknown worries weighing on him, the moments of learning of what he that was Mario’s passing.

In the back of his mind, Luigi knew they were still in the middle of a crowded and destroyed street. That some high powered people from the other world were nearby and no doubt able to see and hear everything. But at that moment, he didn’t care. He didn’t try to hold back the heavy sob that dropped from his mouth. Tears falling again, breathing harshly as he felt close to fully breaking.

Mario immediately pulled Luigi back in close. To the point where Luigi was practically sitting in his older brother’s lap.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Mario whispered gently, “We’re okay.”

I-I thought y-you were g-gone,” Luigi whined out, “Y-You were g-gone…a-and it was m-my fault… I-I’m sorry… I r-ruin everything…”

“You don’t ruin a single thing. You make everything better! I wouldn’t be standing here if you hadn’t swooped in with that cover idea! That was so clever.”

Luigi sniffed weakly. “R-Really?”

“Oh yeah!” Mario smiled, gently rubbing Luigi’s arm. “...Can I tell you something?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“I’m really to be blamed for this, if we’re going to be honest.”

Luigi’s eyes widened at that. “B-But I fell in…”

“And I couldn’t hold onto you,” Mario’s voice wavered, “I told you we’d be okay, that we just had to stay together… But then you were ripped away and- …It ate me alive. All I could think about was ‘what if I had a better grip?’, ‘what if we had swapped places?’, ‘what if I was a better brother?’.”

“Y-You’re a great brother.”

“Not if I could have let you go that easily.” Mario let out a slow breath, eyes closing slowly before he continued. “There were a lot of things I wish could have been changed. But that’s not what matters now. What does matter is that we’re here now and we’re okay! We’re okay…”

“Yeah… Yeah, we’re okay…” Luigi smiled back weakly.

He couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. His body finally giving up and decided against this want, he needed to sleep now. “‘M tired…”

“I know, I know you are…”

“Can I sleep now?”

There was a bit of a pause before Mario responded with, “Yeah, you can sleep now.”

“Okie dokie…” Luigi let out a yawn, every part of him relaxing back into his brother’s hold. Hearing a few mutters from someone else, Mario giving a quiet reply. But he wasn’t able to tell what was being said. 

But he didn’t care. His brother was here, they were together again, and that’s all he needed.

[no-one-anon]

Hi, how about a young reader as in like 19 who makes tiktoks and stupid videos around base, maybe she does dances in front of the team in her downtime? Have a good day :))

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My first ever ask aksjsjskssj

Thank you for asking <3 this is a nice idea, I love it!!

Note: sorry that it's so short, my laptop malfunctioned and loses my progress if there's too much text 🙁 and I've been having no motivation</3

{fun fact: reqs are open - please I need ideas}

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Young reader (~19) makes tiktoks and stupid videos around base - does dances in front of the team in their downtime.

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Simon Ghost Riley:

Ghost has no clue on why you were always dancing. When you explained to him that it was from TikTok, he was confused. Very, confused. He's older than you by a lot, so it does explain why he's not 'with the time'.

Whenever you tried to explain what you were doing, he always got lost whenever you tried to get to the third step. He's too old for this, he claims. He'd just end up leaving the room halfway. He just gave up. Ghost can go kill multiple people without problem, he can break into an enemy base without problem. But dancing? Dream on.

After the few times you begged him to dance with your for a TikTok, he caved. But he eventually uncaved when he realised you had been teaching him how to do a TikTok dance for nearly three whole hours.

Which lead him to either, sprinting out the room or swapping places with Soap. It's usually Soap as he needs to distract you, because somehow... You always find him.. Like he's got some sort of tracker.... Hm....

John Soap MacTavish:

Soap tries to keep up with whatever you do, he tries to. He's not very good at it though... A for effort though.

But sometimes, sometimes he does surprise you. Somehow he does a move perfectly, somehow he makes a random move up that looks MUCH better than the original move. You don't know how he does it, but he does.

Soap is... Someone that you can ramble about. So, he's mainly the one you go to when you wanna do a mess around and find out. And definitely getting Price running after you, through the hallways.

Whenever you do a TikTok dance, he tries to copy. Whether failing miserably, and making him look like a flopping fish on land, or making him look like a natural dancer. There's no in-between, ever. You're mainly the in-between.

Captain John Price:

John was no better than Ghost. He was dumbfounded. Why did you always dance? Why were you dancing? And are you filming right now? What is going on? He's very old. Once, you even said he was from the prehistoric ages. He didn't take that very lightly.

Although, with whatever you kept talking about. He started to feel like he was from the prehistoric ages... But, he'd never admit that out loud, never. So, whenever you started doing one of your... TikTok? Dances. He was overall confused, he was always in the background of your TikTok's too.

Whenever you made silly videos that would injure you if not done properly, he felt like he was going to have a heart attack. John looked up at the trees, there you were.. Hanging upside down... John looked behind him, you were there lying face down on the floor. John looked anywhere, there you were.. injured in some way..

So, when you tried to teach him. All went south. If you needed to turn left, he turned right. What do you mean he's doing it wrong? What do you mean he has to do this first? What? Huh? Oh god, he's way too old. Just let him retire already. He's already got countless grey hairs due to you...

Kyle Gaz Garrick:

Gaz was surprisingly up to date with the new generation and their shenanigans. But, he is on the younger side considering the other ages of the team. So, you can't really say you're that surprised...

Although he is 'with the times' he doesn't know how to do anything that's with the times. But he's definitely trying. Well, not hard enough.. Being on the younger age of the team, makes it seem like you two... Are hellhounds.

Always running around, doing something you shouldn't. Somehow breaking a bone, or two... Yes, it's happened. It always ends with Price scolding you two, but as soon as he leaves... Chaos ensues.

Yeah, you two together are chaotic. Whne you two both do a TikTok dance, it definitely seems like you're both trying to summon Satan. Well... Sometimes you guys are. Although you'd never tell Price about it...

Speaking of summoning Satan, Price always complains about things moving to completely random places...... Oh well! Not your fault!

Alejandro Vargas:

Alejandro just laughed. Laughed at whatever idiotic thing you decided to do now. Whatever trick or dance you did, he laughed. To be honest, he had no idea what you were doing. But it was entertaining. The man is completely oblivious that you would film whatever shenanigans you would do.

Whether you're dancing or doing something idiotic, Alejandro is always there. Ready to laugh at you, or ready to patch you up if you injured yourself.

So, of course. That led you to force him to dance with you. Obviously it would be a TikTok dance. You showed him what you needed to do, how you needed to do it, when you needed to do it, where he should be playing his hands or feet, etc.

Overall it was a very difficult operation. He does not listen to your instructions well... When you started recording. Oh boy. Things did not go smoothly. In the end, Alejandro ended up on the floor with a tired and defeated look. You would feel pity for him, if he didn't step on your foot a million times.

[teabutmakeitazure]

Tainted

>Yan! Pantalone x Fem! Reader

a/n: his glasses are pretty fancy. Simple writing practice. Nothing fancy.

Warnings: subtle power imbalance, suggestive themes towards the end.

Word count: 1.3k

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Every bigger problem starts small. That's what you kept on saying to yourself when someone had started funding your dying family business anonymously. You knew something was off. Even taking the 'donations' to the Northland Bank in hopes of returning them turned out to be a fruitless endeavour. The receptionist flat out refused any kind of association with the sender, for the bank does not do anonymous funding.

With that, your family had no choice but to accept the money and work on the business. A few months later, it was well enough to start making profit again. The funding still came in but something else started too. Increased security in your neighbourhood, random agents giving you scrutinising looks, a sudden 60 percent increase in your own salary and a new regular at your workplace.

The way he carried himself was enough to make you offer to clean the backrooms in order to avoid him. Mixing with those types of people never brings good, so you try your best to steer clear. Your efforts were futile because he started engaging in conversation with you himself.

It started with simple questions. The weather, your hobbies, how you came to work at the place. Soon enough, he started asking you more like how many members there are in your family, which neighbourhood you live in and a pestering question about your relationship status which you always shot down, refusing to answer.

His smile unsettled you, and you wanted him off your tail. Luckily enough, the visits soon became less frequent until you didn't see him for an entire month.

You saw him at your house though, claiming to be on business. A debt collection he said. Those two words proved the scepticism you had about the anonymous funder.

He had come to collect you as debt.

Those are the events that lead to you being here. In bed with him but scooted to your side. You're certain that it's been a few hours but you can't sleep. Lately, some events have constantly been replaying in your head. Events that happened before you left with The Regrator. You've found yourself thinking over them, regretting the choices you made and sometimes fondly remembering the joy.

He doesn't like your fondness towards the past. Annoyance and irritation laces his tone whenever he scolds you to stop thinking about it. You suppose that his emotions are justified. A businessman shouldn’t be dwelling on what has happened and should be planning about what should happen.

And that’s exactly what he says when he ‘asks’ you to start thinking about your long term future with him. However, all you can think of is a snowy land and your own self, alone, seated on a chair near the fireplace of a lavish but empty room. There’s nothing but emptiness, so you don’t prefer to think about it.

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Morning comes and as usual, Pantalone is nowhere to be found. You start the day in a bitter mood because what’s so wrong with preparing for the inevitable return of your dear husband? Might as well get used to the emotion. You’ve already somewhat gotten used to the fear.

From deciding the menu to making sure the firewood is restocked, you’re soon done with your work for the day. Oddly enough, it went by in a blur. Time here seems to pass painstakingly slowly at times, an escape from it being a luxury.

With a pleading look to the maid mainly in charge of your affairs, you ask for a coat so that you can go outside. A guard accompanies you as you set foot in the crunchy snow, unquestioning of your actions the entire time. As you pick up a few frozen flowers, you wonder if you could capture them in paint. Not the flowers themselves, but the image of the frost plaguing the petals, leaving them just seconds away from crumbling. You doubt your mediocre skills could do it but giving it a try shouldn’t hurt. You do have lots of time.

“Here I was looking for you all around our home, and you turned out to be dilly dallying out in the snow."

Your head quickly turns towards the voice, your husband taking slow steps towards you. When he stops just a foot away from you, he raises a questioning brow, and that's when you mentally pinch yourself.

"Oh! Welcome back, my lord. I hadn't been informed of your arrival. My apologies for not being present."

He gives a satisfied hum and his eyes drop to the makeshift bouquet in your arms. "Picking flowers?"

"They look enchanting in the moonlight but they're dead. I thought I could use them as a model for a painting."

"Ah, always the creative one aren't you?"

"Thank you."

He side-eyes the tense guard, grabbing your hand just a bit too tight. "Why don't we go inside?"

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A few hours later, Pantalone sits on the little desk in the master bedroom while you idly watch him. He's forbidden you from partaking in any activities in his presence. Your attention should be his alone.

But what's the point if he's doing his own work while you just sit and stare at him? Being his wife is humiliating enough (especially in public), so why did he have you sit on the other side of the desk as he reads and signs documents?

“I think that would suffice for today." He raises his head, giving you that bone chilling look you hate and beckons you to him with a curl of his finger. When you round a corner of the desk, you're suddenly pulled into his lap.

You're thankful for wearing tights underneath your dress.

"What's the matter? You seem to be down ever since I got home."

"It's nothing, my lord."

"For the billionth time, my little dove, no need to use formalities. Just address me by my title."

"Understood… Pantalone."

"Good girl." The way he pet your head after that is making you grip your clothing. Is it out of discomfort or fear? You shall never know.

"Now," his hand travels lower till it sits on your lower back, "how was your day?"

What is up with the amicable conversation? "It went fine."

"Nothing interesting? Are you sure?"

"Except for the flowers I had managed to pick, no. I was thinking of painting them." Appease him and you won't have to wake up with tense muscles in your legs tomorrow. "I know how much you admire my hobbies. Ah, and the flower petals match your hair as well."

"I never knew that you cared about my sentiments like that. I cannot say that I am not flattered."

He pulls you further into him and gently nudges your head to his chest. The position would have been comfortable had you not been literally seated on his lap. There are two possible outcomes of this situation. Either he starts something dirty or you fall asleep on him like this. You haven't even had dinner yet so you doubt the second one would be possible. Maybe you could try something else.

"How was your day, Pantalone?"

"Ah, the same as ever. Work, work and work. Why the sudden inquisitiveness?"

"I just… thought I should return your gesture. That's all. You don't talk about work so…"

He pushes your face further into his chest, effectively stopping you from talking. A hand then sneaks under your dress and rests on your thigh. This is not how you want things to go.

"I would rather not taint you with the knowledge of a harbinger's business as well. My little dove is already tainted with my name and hands," he grins. Now, be a good girl for me and stay still, unless you want me to confiscate your freedom as well."

Taking a hold of his shirt as his head dips down to your neck, you bite your tongue to not object to his violation. Seems like the first possible outcome will come true this time. Better brace yourself for a week of wearing turtlenecks.

[maoam]

Ramblings stemming from frustration with this fandom sometimes. ( Naruto. )

I know Naruto fandom has always been a tad toxic ever since it started becoming popular and such, but something about these newer fans who are so comfortable with d3ath threats, body shaming, sa threats, and d0xxing other people for the sake of a character. Fandom discourse is truly never that serious and the fact that they’ve become so obsessed with “ratioing” or “owning” other people that they’re willing to say absolutely vile things all for what… some likes? Validation from other gross people?

And then for these people to still say they’re the “good part of the fandom” or “the sane part”. It’s almost narcissistic for lack of a better word at the moment. ( not diagnosing anyone or speaking as if I’m some sort of mental health expert. Just can’t think of another word right now because of the headache this phenomenon is causing me as it is becoming much too common. )

They have this obsession with demonizing “the other side.” To the point of making false claims, which is insane. Or maybe they actually believe them? I can’t tell. They just spread whatever makes them feel good about what they like and don’t care about the source.

This is mainly a lame annoyed rant about the Hinata fanbase which have become somehow even worse within the past few days with their weird obsession with trying to get the Boruto artist (I think he works for sp? Unsure as he says most of his art is fanart but he made a like two or three official pieces that were on the official boruto/naruto page.) fired and sending him death threats for I guess just not drawing Hinata as much as they want? Like to the point where they were literally saying she was being “oppressed and bullied” by this artists. It was insane to see in person because you really would like to believe people WOULDNT compare a character not being drawn in a way they approve of to the oppression the people of Palestine are facing but hey, I suppose it’s a competition now to see how much of a bad person you can be for the sake of a character.

Also I know this is not just an issue in the hinata fandom, although the recent need to fetishize how “Asian Hinata is compared to that white girl sakura.” Is irking me a lot more than what other fandoms have done as of recent that I’m aware of. The Sakus seem to be their usual level of delusion and crappy attitude. Which is easy to ignore for me.

Does it sound like I’m making stuff up at this point? Because as I’m writing this I’m seeing just how insane this really is. This *shouldn’t* be real. This *shouldn’t* be things people say without shame. And yet, people just throw their morals for… what, internet points? The self validation that they defended to their favorite character? Who knows.

You might not even read this, I wouldn’t blame you lol. Just me being annoyed with how comfortable people within the naruto fandom have become so comfortable with being bad people.

My only real question is have you noticed an increase of toxicity within the fandom? Do you think this behavior has gotten worse with the ending of Naruto and beginning of Boruto?

I kinda get what you mean. I remember even before the manga ended there was apparently aggressive fights between Narusaku/Naruhina shippers, like the body shaming towards the other ship's girl and so on. And SS also were aggressive. But nowadays it indeed seems worse. I'm not sure if it's because we have new big platforms? Twitter and Tiktok I mean, both have really cancerous fandom spaces.

SS/NH harass official staff all the time, as well as other parts of the fandom. And then they act like victims because some people think Sakura and Hinata are shitty characters lol. Meanwhile they treat real people like shit. I think it might be because everyone makes fun of their ships/girls all the time, because it's so easy, so they become even crazier in trying to compensate, they try to harass the staff for more content for their ship, to get back at the people who say their ships suck. Also because so many popular content creators keep making content on Naruto and Sasuke being gay and Sakura/Hinata being their beards it's also humiliating to them.

Of course, they also need to fight which girl is the best girl. Which girl is less of a single mother for example. XD

"Or maybe they actually believe them?" Considering how many SS have convinced themselves that some moments that happened between Naruto and Sasuke actually happened between Sasuke and Sakura, I can believe them being that delusional.

"Does it sound like I’m making stuff up at this point?" No because I have witnessed it myself, plenty Sakura and Hinata stans on twitter have that toxic "bad bitch" attitude that they think makes them queens or whatever, they harass people and are extremely aggressive and think female character doing the bare minimun = queen behaviour. It comes off as very childish and narcissistic. No wonder Sakura and Hinata as characters appeal to them.

[universallychaoticpan]

HIIII since its almost Halloween I have a hunted house request🏚🌃 where Dazai and Chuuya with their s/o go on a house of horror but s/o is not terrified ahhahah plus the boy become the third wheel of their date bc atsushi/akutagawa is clinging on s/o and preventing aku from killing an actor

Haha the chaos is amazing!! (I may or may not have written this eating candy corn lol.) Anyway, I've been suuuper low on requests so this was such a treat! (I will see myself out.) This ended up being a weird sort of college AU, but I hope that works. <33333

This reaally wasn't the way you were expecting to spend your night. Haunted house date? Sure, you were down. Not one to be easily frightened, you were mainly there for laughs. But really, it was Halloween and the chill in the air reinvigorated you; also, whatever was in the cider you'd had earlier totally had you buzzed.

You giggled as a pair of hands wound around your waist, a head burying into your shoulder. The floorboards creaked under your feet as you covered your mouth to stifle your laughter. If Dazai come through, he should be just around here. He hadn't told you exactly where, 'for authenticity's sake' he'd claimed, and even though he annoyed the hell out of you sometimes, you knew he would never miss a chance to pull some shit on your boyfriend.

SLAM

The door you'd just entered closed with a bang, making Chuuya and the dark haired freshman he's taken a liking to jump. One of them let out a small scream- for the sake of your boyfriend's dignity, you would never tell him you knew who it was. (He was already annoyed at Akutagwa's proximity to you.) Across the room, a worn down door let slivers of light peak through; if he was going to come through for you, it had to be now.

And then a tall, looming figure blocked out all your light. A sudden flash of light revealed the figure, swathed head to toe in black tattered clothes, now standing in the corner before you were all plunged into darkness. A few seconds later, whatever it was had emerged from the shadows a meter away.

Darkness.

Two feet.

Pitch black.

And then he was right in front of you, the arms around you tightening as the figure howled and shrieked, Ryunosuke and Chuuya screaming themselves hoarse on either side of you.

You couldn't hold back. Your faux horror melted into the laughter you were holding in, sending you into peels of laughter as the lights came on reveal one Osamu Dazai and a very disheveled, if satisfied, Edogawa Ranpo. Akutagawa's jaw fell open as you wheezed, Chuuya's face going from shock to annoyance as he scoffed at the three of you.

"Should have known" he spat.

"Oh calm down," you giggled, pressing a swift kiss to his lips. "It was all in good fun. Besides all of this was your idea!"

"Yeah yeah," the redhead muttered. "Great idea- my girlfriend betrays me, my friend steals my girlfriend- spend the whole night third wheeling while he clings to her for dear life and then a literal idiot in a trench coat shows up."

"Hey hey!! Credit where it's due- there were two idiots in said trench coat." Ranpo's eyes glittered mischievously in the dim light, as you led the way back out into the night.

"You're an idiot, y/n l/n." Chuuya slipped his hand into yours as you walked off.

"Oh shut up, you love me. Besides, it was fun!!"

"I suppose but I still- y/n where's Akutagawa?"

Turning back, you couldn't see the boy anywhere; which was odd since despite having a very distinct appearance, people didn't usually gravitate towards him en masse.

"That's odd," you murmured, "I would have thought the shock had gone and he'd be fine by now."

And then Dazai and Ranpo ran past, tripping over themselves as they laughed, and- like a summoned devil, the one and only Akutagawa Ryunosuke went tearing after them screeching curses, bloody murder and everything in between.

"Well," you grinned, "look's like it's time to save the idiots!!"

Chuuya rolled his eyes and groaned.

"Must we?"

Dazai was beyond annoyed. When he'd told Atsushi he could tag along with the two of you, he really really wasn't expecting the white haired youth to spend the whole night curled into your side, eyes flicking back and forth anxiously.

Sidled up to you was his spot!! That was his whole plan!

Served him right for not seeing it coming, he supposed, thinking grumpily to himself. So he trudged behind you, speakers outside the building blaring, not masking the sudden startled screams that ripped through the massive place.

"You've gotta admit, Atsushi," Dazai grinned, "this is just a wonderful place to have a haunted house. After all, in a building like these, who's to say there aren't ghosts?"

You rolled your eyes, a small smile at forming at the corners of your lips. "I don't have to tell you not to mind him, Atsushi. He's just being a baby because he has to face the consequences of dragging you here in the first place."

Dazai pressed a hand t his chest and fell against a nearby wall, moaning dramatically. "You wound me amore!! How could you."

"You're so whiny," you laughed. "Now can we please hurry up? I do have things to do early in the morning."

"I would love to, my love, however I seem to be caught in quite a situation-"

"Oh what now?"

Turning around, you were met with your boyfriend dangling two feet in the air, legs swinging uselessly as he was lifted up towards a gaping hole in the ceiling, revealing a pitch black opening to the floor above.

Damn, this place has quite the budget.

[laf-outloud]

https://www.tumblr.com/laf-outloud/731300040452308992/remember-when-jared-said-i-was-tired-of-being-on

I can’t envision Jensen as Walker. I don’t love every acting decision Jared makes in the role (the high level of halting speech gets to me sometimes, even though I understand the reason), but he works as the central focus. Even though Walker is a bit quirky, he’s still steady enough to anchor the other characters around him.

I think Jensen would have suited the Hoyt type character better than Walker, though Matt Barr was perfectly cast in that role. Jensen does better as the charismatic foil or ally to the more steady lead. When he’s playing a more serious character, I typically find him less interesting (Dawson’s Creek, My Bloody Valentine). And it’s true, he’s a scene stealer, so you can’t have him trying to steal the focus from all side characters.

I’ve seen some people (even non AA/Heller types) claim that Jensen as Dean carried supernatural. First, I don’t agree at all because without both brothers the show would have flopped. But mainly, people who like Dean for his badassery or dick-ish charm don’t seem to realize that you need Sam to balance him out. All Dean, all the time would be too much. He lacks compassion a lot of the time and without his unhinged love for Sam, I think you’d lose sympathy for him much quicker. And only Dean and Cass would be doomed. Dean is the quirky one between Sam and him, but Cass is the quirky one with Sam or Dean because he’s weird by nature. Two quirky characters would cancel each other out if they were the leads, if you didn’t have a steady Sam type in the mix.

Anyway, my point is that Jared knows how to be an anchor (in the good sense), and while he too can be quirky, he’s a generous actor and happy to let others shine around him.

I think part of the reason Jensen hated Soulless Sam was because Jared became the scene stealer in the first half of season 6, and Jensen likes the attention.

I love that analogy of Jared being an anchor. It's an apt description that I think also applies to his work as EP. He's steady, reliable, and supportive, with an extra dose of love and humor.

Jared's had some good ideas in the past. Thinking Jensen could have led Walker is not one of them and I'm so glad it didn't get past the pitch stage.

(I'm guessing the opposite happened with S8's Purgatory arc for Jensen. He didn't have to share those scenes with Jared, which is why he loved it so much.)

[goodolme]

♡ i see (you) the light / prologue ♡

Summary: A tale in which two teenagers, a hermit alchemist afisionate and a petty thief, embark on an adventure to see some mysterious floating lights. Along their trip they discover secrets as well as love.

Pairing: Varian x Reader

Pronouns: She/ her.

Warnings: None really.

Notes: So uhhh long time no see. I swear I'll be back to the Rottmnt soon, just had this idea and had to write it.

Is this good? Idk I just finished writing it. You decice. It's probably not though.

This story will take parts and pieces of the series and movie but not all of them just keep in mind that not everything will be exactly the same. Mainly because it's a, well, au.

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This story begins with a kingdom. Even though this one was so far away that one may claim it was purposefully cut off from the rest of the world, everyone still recognized it. Its name? The Dark Kingdom.

Now, this kingdom was well-known—or infamous, depending on whom you asked—for a variety of things, one of which was referred to as the Moon Stone.

Many people debated on the origin of such an artifact. Ranging from it being a gift from the Gods to protect their people, to it simply being children's fairytales or even a made up story so townsfolk had yet another reason to party and behave recklessly.

However, the narrative that was widely accepted or at least appeared to be well known was as follows:

‘’Once upon a time a single drop of moonlight fell from the heavens; and from that small drop grew a magic blue stone. It had the ability to destroy everything that touched it.

After centuries had passed a small village grew around it. That little community quickly turned into a whole kingdom. The people were intrigued by this strange small rock, they found it captivating, alluring even, but they knew of its danger and so it was transported to one of the chambers in the king's castle; where no one would be able to reach the moon stone.

The stone was heavily guarded from generation to generation until King Edmund, commonly also known as 'The one who lost his mind' was driven insane by the curiosity he felt toward the peculiar object, driving him to the point of attempting to touch it despite the warnings coming from his counsel.’’

Up to this day nobody knows what happened to the moon stone or if it had any kind of impact on anyone. Could they have gone insane like their king? Were there any side effects? Are they even alive?

All they knew was that once a year, speculated in being the same day the moon stone was destroyed -as assumed by the citizens- they had a ceremony where they would remember what essentially created the place they live now.

What the people from the Dark Kingdom didn't know was that some of the rumors were correct. Unfortunately the accident had unintended consequences and one of the councilmen, known as Quirin unknowingly passed the powers from the moon stone to his child. 

He learnt about the when the child, only a few months old, would have outbursts and some black sharp looking rocks would come out of the ground.

It got harder to control when his wife, Ulla, passed away while on one of her excursions to try figuring out what was happening.

Quirin took his son to the king. Naturally he was furious with him for everything bad that had happened in his life during the last twelve months.

They agreed that the youngster would need to be locked up in a secure location since they anticipated that the situation would start to get intolerable unless under strict control.

In order to avoid being discovered, Quirin relocated with his infant son to a remote tower that was tucked away in the heart of the woods.

Oh, what was the name of the child? Varian.

[liskantope]

I think part of the reason I tend to get so argumentative nowadays about "what your side proposes kills people" -type political talking points is that it seems that this is being used more and more frequently as a rhetorical bludgeon, mainly (though not entirely) from the Left. There's a lot of shutting down of arguments based on "but HUMAN LIVES", and it's begun to feel to me like a disturbing trend. For instance, a good bit of the rhetoric in favor of shutting down schools in 2020-2021 seemed to center on "here, look at my computation that the expected value of children's lives lost if we don't shut down schools is greater than zero; anyone who disagrees with us doesn't VALUE HUMAN LIVES", with the effect that a lot of us (including to some extent me) were blinded for a long time to the absolutely devastating effect such extensive school shutdowns (in some geographic areas) had on children and their whole families, an effect that is still scarring them today. I'm not saying anything about whether or how far those school shutdown policies went wrong, just that they had very substantial harmful effects that don't vanish relative to the VALUE OF HUMAN LIVES.

Then there's the now-everyday claim that the anti-trans culture warriors "ARE KILLING US [TRANS PEOPLE]", which is true under a particular interpretation of "killing" and tragically true to an extent pretty well beyond some vanishingly rare extreme cases but is also transparently being used to drown out most other aspects of the debates around trans issues. Much more disturbing still is the accusation I now semi-regularly see casually flung that conservatives "actively want us [trans or LGBT+ people in general] dead" (I think I've occasionally seen left-wing variations on this that aren't even about LGBT+ people). A couple of months ago I called it "stomach-turning" ("it" being both the content of the accusation itself and the fact that so many people in our cultural discourse have seen fit to use it; this of course was semi-willfully misinterpreted by someone as my saying that trans people turn my stomach), and I reiterate now that it's still completely turning my stomach. This example is different from others in some fundamental ways, some of which make me more sympathetic with why people feel driven to use it (and it's not being used to drown out completely unrelated issues, for instance, like the guns thing is), and the general rhetorical weapon of "the other side wants to kill us" deserves its own effortpost which I intend to write later this summer.

So anyway, yeah, I'm also getting a kind of short fuse around insinuations of "what they show kids in school won't kill them, but guns could, so that's the only issue involving schoolchildren that anyone should care about" that I now see daily.

Of course, invocations of "my cause is the one whose stakes directly involve life or death so it outranks everything else" isn't exclusive to the Left at all. The Right has been doing it for decades with abortion to shut down both the abortion debate and whatever unrelated debate they didn't want to have ("millions of babies are being MURDERED each year, while liberals obsess over [women's bodies] [or] [just about any totally unrelated issue which appears frivolous next to MURDER]"). I also vaguely remember something that sounded like this in the post-9/11 years ("we're the ones looking out for Americans who might be KILLED in the next terrorist attack, that has to be the only priority right now"). And there was that bizarre "death panels" accusation around 2010-2011 when Obamacare was being debated which I guess might also count.

Only loosely related, but I'm reminded of a moment in the very first vice presidential debate, between Bob Dole and Walter Mondale in 1976, where Dole invoked a computation of the number of deaths in wars the US engaged in under Democratic versus Republican presidents, and apparently he got a lot of blowback from how underhanded this rhetorical move came across.

[vyuntspakhkite-l-darling]

Less of an infodump than me just rambling but I'm just gonna. Here. Have this.

Selvarem is probably my favorite place I've worldbuilt tbh. I've been working on it for years, even before I created the world it exists in- it came from a roleplay group I used to have with my friends. It also used to be called Silvarum, which is a straight up Latin word which means 'of the forest.' You'll never guess what kind of biome is most prevalent here.

I've started developing a conlang which is the dominant language here, it mostly has the grammatical structure of Latin and a phonetic system that I'll detail out whenever I make a post about the language.

It has a warm, wet climate, mainly covered in rainforests or rocky beaches along the coasts. It's fairly average sized, but it has a larger population than one would expect because of the way the infrastructure is there, with most of the population living in houses that were built in the trees while things like stores and service buildings were on the forest floor.

For the first few hundred years it's an independent state, Selvarem is pretty well respected, even though their culture is thought of as a little strange. The reason that it broke off from the larger kingdom is used to be a part of was because a large group of the population that followed the Senesi religion took advantage of instability during a leadership change and negotiated for land.

The government is based around Senesi principles, which all pretty much boil down to being balanced. There aren't a lot of specific things that the religion forbids, and it doesn't really care about a person being 'good,' more so just that they don't go too extremely either way. This idea of balance ended up isolating them, though, when the rest of the world went into an expansionist era, with many governments joining to form large empires. Selvarem got left behind with this, and in most other countries, Selvesh people began to be viewed as 'primitive' and this weird sort of fear around them started to spread even though they were literally not bothering anyone. This did affect them (and other places) a lot though, because they stopped importing and exporting goods as much as possible.

(Side note, the reason they were seen as primitive was mostly because of the fact that they remained very connected to nature, and it was seen as weird that their houses were built in the trees. People claimed that this was them 'regressing' back towards the arboreal felines the dominant species on this planet evolved from. Despite the belief that they were primitive, though, Selvarem's technology far surpasses that of other countries, and this remains the case throughout most of history, especially when it comes to medicine.)

For a while Selvarem stayed isolated, up until the expansionist era stopped because all these huge empires were starting to experience lots of conflict and people getting upset with those in power and wanting to have more power over themselves. They ended up kind of reentering communication with other places when the Freedom Army started to gain traction, seeing that this was one of the first rebellions that had potential to actually go somewhere , and an opportunity to make an ally. They sent troops to aid in the efforts, and though they do face some difficulty communicating because of language barriers and a lot of getting picked on, they play an important roll in the eventual success of the rebellion and through this, they're able to open up communication and trade with a few other states as well.

But yeah in Biting the Bullet I'm going to have a lot of fun being mean to these poor Selvesh soldiers <3

[jimintomystery]

Original character do not steal

Kinda fell down a rabbit hole the other day reading about Ken Penders, the writer/artist who sued Archie Comics to gain ownership of 250 Sonic the Hedgehog characters. Most of them look like this:

You may now be asking yourself: What does one do with 250 Sonic the Hedgehog characters? The answer may surprise you!

I'll try not to get too deep into this, since Bobby Schroeder and Comic Drake have thoroughly covered the story already, and I can't improve on their work. But even the short-short version is going to take a while.

Basically, Penders contributed to Archie's Sonic comics from 1994 to 2006. I'm not certain that he's the only reason the Sonic comics in those days were so overwrought and a little horny. But it's far to say he's representative of that tone, and he really leaned into it.

Penders's worldbuilding was especially prolific in Knuckles the Echidna, where he introduced a lost city of Echidnaopolis. In this sense you could kinda compare him to Carl Barks, who created the "Duck Universe" within Disney's line of Mickey Mouse comics. Of course, the biggest difference between Barks and Penders is that Ken claimed ownership of his work. Normally this never goes well for work-for-hire comics creators. But in this case, Archie literally lost the paperwork that said Penders was work-for-hire in the first place.

Without a leg to stand on, Archie was forced to settle. This meant both sides had to go through the Sonic comics and determine which Sonic recolors unambiguously belonged to Sega, and which ones would be ceded to Penders. I like to think the negotiations were akin to that Beanie Baby divorce photo.

Now, the problem with owning dozens of Sonic recolors is that they're not much good for anything except appearing in Sonic stories. But Archie and Sega weren't about to pay Penders to license his weird little guys to them, when Sonic still had plenty of other weird little guys to hang around with. And so, in Sonic The Hedgehog #244 (January 2013), a villain reveals that he teleported the echidnas away forever. After that, none of Ken's concepts were directly referred to again. All that stuff was implicitly erased from history with a soft reboot in #251-252, followed by a hard reboot when the comics moved from Archie to IDW in 2017-2018.

However, Penders already had plans to move forward with his creations without Archie, Sega, or Sonic continuity. In December 2011, he announced The Lara-Su Chronicles, a series of seven graphic novels starring Knuckles's future daughter, who first appeared in Sonic #131. The character designs manage to be legally distinct from the Sonic art style while maintaining the most obnoxious traits. You'd think this would be an opportunity to get away from giant cartoon eyes and "quills" that look like tentacles. But no, Lara-Su still resembles a hot woman wearing a giant fursuit head, except now the fursuit head always looks like it's smelling rotten eggs.

Anyway, it's been nearly twelve years since Penders formally announced The Lara-Su Chronicles, and as far as I can tell he hasn't actually published any of it yet. His website is currently taking pre-orders for the first volume, which is supposed to ship around January 2024. But even that is mostly reprints of Penders's stories from Sonic #131-144, with a new ending tacked on. I'm not sure Ken can reprint Sonic comics, but this should be an interesting way to find out.

From a creative standpoint, I admire the gumption it took for Penders to wrest control of his characters from Archie and forge ahead without the Sonic IP. But strategically, the whole endeavor looks like a huge misfire. The entire selling point of Lara-Su is to revisit an era of Sonic comics that has largely faded into obscurity. Even within that limited audience of the people nostalgic for that era, they mainly liked Ken's melodramatic storytelling because it added depth to the Sonic IP, and not for its own sake. For those Sonic fans, Lara-Su will always be more about what Penders took away "from them" than anything he can give back. And while that may not be entirely fair, I'm not sure it was entirely unforeseeable.

[watermelonsugacry]

So I’ve been going through a Little Mix revival lately and when I got to the Glory Days album I couldn’t help but think if bandmember yn helped write some stuff for the girls, the album came out in late 2016 so she would’ve had some time after the break at the start of the year to get involved before heading to Jamaica with H for HS1

first off: as you should

second: she totally did, those girls are her sisters so it was super duper fun to help produce some of their songs. Little Mix was also one of yn's biggest clients (aside from h of course) that she first got hired for as a producer. not to mention how much all the girls live for harmonies

Salute 2013

Move: YN's first song with the girls which she not only helped produced but was featured in.

Weird People 2015

The End: YN wrote about her ex boyfriend she had during 1d and was the first song she produced/vocal arranged in full accapella

Glory Days 2016:

Shout Out To My Ex: just a good ol' poppy break up song that my or may not have been inspired by a certain ex 1d band member

F.U. : not only was yn's pen game was strong on this one -> "A, B, C, D, E, F.U." (um aRE YEH KIDDIN ME?!) but her vocal arrangements for this one was one of her favorites.

Power: it's songs like these that makes yn feel like a badass being surrounded by strong women. AND to have Stormzy (one of her favorite rappers) feature in on it later on was something she crossed off of her bucket list

Beep Beep: the guitar playing in this song was yn

LM5 2018:

Woman Like Me: if this song isn't about yn literally explaining her on and off relationship with H during this time then i don't know what is

Strip: one of yn's favorites (she also made a cameo in the music video, dancing and singing with her step mum, Penny)

Joan of Arc: another song that she helped write that made her feel like a badass. Like while LM was in the recording room singing the bridge and the harmonies for it, yn was on the other side of the glass dancing and hyping them UP. I'm talking up on the couch pressed against the wall, arms in the air, hips swiveling and screaming the lyrics back.

Wasabi: a fun, sassy bop. enough said.

Motive: a song that the LM girls let yn have creative freedom for how the track was going to sound and she really popped OFF

Notice: a sexy bop with a sexy bridge.

The Cure: this was a song she really collaborated with the most with the girls on an intimate level. it has such a powerful message that they all agreed was important to share and an experience they've all lived through being their line of work

Confetti 2020:

Sweet Melodies: yn was mainly in charge of their vocal arrangements for this song

Rendezvous: a song wrote and gave to the girls inspired by her and h's secret relationship before it was exposed.

Bounce Back: a fun, sassy bop #2

Breathe: the song may or may not have a snip bit of harry yelling "hey!"...yeah yn had a blast when the fandom went crazy and claimed that it was him and the LM girls were denying it every chance they got

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[peligrosapop]

Hey. As an Israeli who always believed in peace and the idea of two countries.

Innocent people have been killed, raped, burned alive and tortured. I don’t wish to anyone to get a message that there is a HAMAS terrorist outside your home. HAMAS is not Palestine and the people in gaza are suffering because of Hamas just like we do.

Yesterday, the idf found 40 bodies of babies without their heads. Please pray for peace and for the innocent people. Life is so scary right now.

I don’t support the Israeli government and I’m scared for my life.

Hello there! First if all: I’m sorry that this is happening to you at the moment, I too wish por peace, for peace is found when the Occupation seizes. I wish for you safety and of your loved ones. Fuck that right wing government forever.

I know you might be scared but your country seems scary to me, more than Hamas, because you guys have an actual billion dollar military apparatus with backing the 1st world unlike Hamas, BUT Hamas can be scary as well, as any armed group could be. You know how you feel about Hamas this week? That’s how Gazans feel everyday of their lives since the Occupation began and even more so after the blockade. So, always, remember that. People on the other side are humans too, with lives, houses and families and just like you wish to leave in peace, this people as well.

I too hope for peace for all sides, but peace is only real if the occupation ends. Simple as that. I would ask you to look aside of the teaching and propaganda internally in Israel and join the thousands of Israelis and Jews world wide that favor to end the occupation. Also, you have genocidal crazy people elected leaders, very worrisome, hope that changes because if not, I don’t see this ending well for either side but even worse for Palestinians.

As per the claims extreme violence or rape and baby killing: Hamas are a guerrilla group, obviously they will kill, from what I have seen it’s been mainly soldiers but I haven’t seen, even from reporters on the ground any real reports of torture, rape or baby killing that weren’t later debunked by trusted sources. Killing and bombing, yes, obviously. I’ll give examples

Torture of pregnant women: debunked. Although Hamas isn’t knows for respecting bodies of IDF solders they kill, they have never had a history or rape/torture of civilians as a tool of war (unlike other armed groups and certain brigades in certain wars *cough* US Soldier in Iraq*cough* like we have seen the Sudan-South/Sudan conflict for example or ISIS, by the way Hamas hates ISIS. btw I just saw in the news that An Israelí woman and her child were release by Hamas to show good faith; let’s see where that goes. And female IDF soldiers captured by Hamas (I saw a video I can look it up if you want) were put in a different building to be safe but there are conflicting reports on this, no reports of rape though. I dislike Hamas for many reasons but I want them to be truths, not lies.

40 baby decapitation killing: debuked by IDF and the White House after a false statement from Biden

Hamas going after civilians on that rave: (Gaza Experience Rave which I find unethical but okay) slightly debunked (full video tweet here )

Some photos from Inside Gaza, the real war crimes: cut off from humanitarian aid, water, electricity, medical supplies, etc. 9 UN officials have died from bombing and thousands dead just for being home (50% of Gaza’s population are children)

And a video reporting on Gaza, since we have so much reporting on what Israelis officials and people go through but barely on Palestinians, that are treated with so little humanity:

and last comment: as a person who has live with the dynamics of colonizer and colonized all her life, in Puerto Rico, my father was pro-independence activist who was harassed for it by police and state, we had friends who were actually part of an armed-resistance group and went to jail for it, I have lived with this bullshit before, as I lived the relatively peaceful version of this (it’s violent in other ways) and I personally know people in Puerto Rico who would die fighting the US military for the freedom of our country, which by the UN is a right we are recognized to have (You can look up the Puerto Rican revolt in 1954, they shot up the US congress and also raided a city in PR that was bombed by the US army as an example).The right to fight for freedom. And although I may not agree with all of what some armed Palestinians are doing, I’ve seen in the eyes of people ready to die for that ideal when pushed to brink because they see that peace only works for the colonizer. I leave you this reflection.

Solidarity now. Solidarity forever