#world's end is a ton of fun and everything after that just gets painful

[fulcrvm]

got tagged by @3-inch-jam ! thanks for the tag james hehe :3

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1. Favorite color(s): any warm colors... reds and oranges especially as of late

2. Currently reading: I'm listening to (or, trying to) Agatha Christie's The Coming of Mr Quin, and I'm reading Hellboy Vol.1 (Seed of Destruction and Wake the Devil) for the first time :)

3. Last song you listened to: various tracks from the Pacific Rim OST, but before that was New Body Rhumba by LCD Soundsystem, Nothing by Depeche Mode, Sound of Muzak by Porcupine Tree, and Lust for a Vampyre by I Monster.

4. Last thing you watched: Rewatched Interview with the Vampire (1994) with some friends to introduce them to the TV series haha, but I've also been bingewatching a lot of Trixie and Katya's Unhhhh as background noise

5. In school? Yep! My dream art college babeyyy

6. Thing you’re looking forward to: a solid night of sleep perhaps, if i'm lucky. zine stuff! and travel next month :]

7. Thing you’re working on right now: uuhnggghjfgd project for school hahaha

8. Can you cook or bake? Not really :( Maybe with a good set of instructions though

9. Piece of media you’d recommend to anyone: hmm Jacob Collier released a new live album recently, of improvised song covers from some of his recent shows! It's super fun and he never fails to amaze.

Tags: (No pressure tags!) @jet-bradley , @mickstopher-mouse , @portalpanda , @akwardtractor , @yourstruly2095 / @r1nzler , and anyone else who sees this :0

[gavisfanta]

Hello, can you write an imagine or one shot where the reader is a big fan of Gavi, and ever since he got injured, she's been sending him encouraging messages. Every day, without fail, at the same time, he sees them in his notifications, but he never replies. Then, one day, he's so tired of everything, feeling like he couldn't vent to anyone close to him, and feels like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He turns to the last person he ever expected to: the reader.

ONE MORE TIME - GAVI

summary: you text gavi everyday after he gets injured and one day he texts back.

warnings: noneee

Maybe just one more time wont hurt, right?

You pulled the covers up to your neck and took your phone into the right hand. Just like every day ended, you texted Gavi.

His injury had to be horrible for him and you were thinking of showing him some respect and that he hasn't been forgotten.

So you took your phone, went on insta, clicked on his profile and started typing in the message.

"Hey Gavi, I hope you had a better day today and I also hope that your recovery is going well. Much of strength to you!!!" You sent it without thinking too much about it and then went to sleep.

But on the other side of Barcelona, Gavi was lying in his bed, wide awake.

He was trying to sleep but too many things going on inside his head kept him up. As he tried to distract himself from the sleep he's missing out on he decided to go onto instagram, just scrolling down his home feed he decides to check some of his private messages.

There are some from Fermin, Pedri and a ton of requests, like always. Today he was especially bored so he decided to check out some requests. As he went through them and read the messages some fans or haters have sent he clicked on your message.

His eyes widened as he saw that you've texted him every single day since the injury. He read all of the messages and then went onto the next ones. Your messages were still one under 10 thousand.

However, the next day during lunch, he checked his requests again, and who would have thought; your message was at the very top.

He read the new message and then went onto the next message from another fan.

You kept writing him every single day, however what you didn't know was that Gavi saw your messages.

So one night, you usually took your phone and sent another message to Gavi. "Hello, I hope your day has been good and I'm very excited to see you again on the field. I hope you have someone to talk to and I wish you all the best!" You sent it and then plugged in the phone and put it on your nightstand while you tried to sleep.

Gavi however was once again wide awake, sitting on his couch in the livingroom.

Today he talked to Fermin about the season, his bestfriend has told him about how amazing he is doing in practice and how funny it is with his teammates.

For Gavi it was pain listening to him, he missed playing football and he felt like he had no one to talk to because nobody actually knew how he felt.

Pedri was injured for a long time, yes, but he was still able to walk and comparing two months to nine months is also not really a smart thing to do.

So he did what he usually did everyday. Him looking at his requests for fun has turned into a daily habit and not like he has anything better to do.

He refreshed his dms and saw one from you again. He couldn't help but notice that your messages were always sent aroun 11 pm.

This time he opened it and read the new message again, and again, and then again.

For the first time he actually needed someone to talk to, maybe you were the right person for that. So without thinking much about it he opened his keyboard and started typing.

"Thank you for always reaching out, hasn't been the best lately." He sent it and couldn't help but feel just a bit nervous. Just then he had the thought to open up your profile and look at it. As he went through your highlights he couldn't help but notice that you were quite pretty.

While Gavi was stalking your Instagram account, you were trying to sleep, however it didn't really work.

You kept turning in the covers and just as you slammed your fists besides you into the mattress out of anger, you decided that maybe a bit of social media would help you get tired.

So as you grabbed your phone and turned it on, you jumped up, suddenly wide awake.

The notification of your dreams, you weren't even sure if that was a dream or not.

But as soon as you opened the message and read the words, then clicked on his profile, then read the message again, and the same process for atleast 10 times, you were sure that that was real.

So you literally started pacing around the room, trying to act calm about the situation because he can't know that you've been a fan of him ever since he started playing in the first team.

You decided on a simple answer; "Do you want to talk about it?" As soon as you sent it, you put the phone down and went back to pacing around the room.

Gavi on the other hand was shocked that you texted back so fast and smiled a bit at your message. He would have guessed that you're gonna go all fangirl on him and he kinda liked that you didn't.

"It just feels like I have no one to talk to."

And so he sent the message, then you sent one, then Gavi again, and so it went on for the next week.

Gavi's family noticed that he always checked his phone, sometimes he'd put it back on the table with a slightly disappointed face as there was no message from you. But if there was a message, he'd text back immediately.

You two talking on a daily basis also led you to realize how amazing of a character he actually had. Soon you started telling him about your day and he'd always give some feedback. Sometimes you would even fill him in on the typical girl drama at your work.

Gavi also told you a lot of things about himself, what he thinks of some things people say about him and how his recovery is going.

After Gavi wasn't using his crutches anymore and he was able to walk he of course met up with his friends again.

As he was walking around in Barcelona, he was thinking about you, what if you'd walk down the same street as him.

Gavi wanted to ask you out for a long time now but in the end he always chickened out. He was afraid of destroying your friendship and he was also afraid of losing you.

As Gavi was lost in his thoughts his friend couldn't help but notice that he wasn't really himself lately, he didn't use to wear that stupid smile on his face whenever he was on the phone. They knew that there was someone who made Gavi smile like that but they didn't know who.

Just a road up you were walking down the street, your phone in your hand as you looked at some instagram posts.

You were just walking to the beach of Barceloneta to look at the sunset.

As you suddenly raised your head, you at first couldn't believe your eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw a man with a white shirt and white pants walking along the promenade with two other guys.

It didn't take you long to notice who it was by the way he moved, after all he was famous for running around, that's what you know him for.

Your guess was confirmed after the guy turned his head to the right and you saw his side profile. Gavi.

Pablo freaking Gavi, aka the guy who you have been texting with for the last 2 months.

You decided to just go up to him and ask him for a picture, if he'd recognise you, you'd talk to him and if not then not.

So you walked over to him and as soon as Gavi saw you he furrowed his brows.

As Gavi looked into your eyes he got confused. He noticed that your eyes looked too familiar  however he didn't know from where he might have known you.

The weird feeling in your stomach started building up as you looked into his eyes, you knew that you two got along well and that you would meet him eventually but you didn't think that it would be now.

"Hi, can I get a picture please?" You asked and Gavi nodded his head as he leaned down closer to you, you pulled out your phone and took a picture. Your hand was shaking so you tried to grip the phone as much as you could. The way your knuckles turned white didn't go unnoticed by Gavi.

"Thank you so much." You said and walked away. Gavi looked after you and his eyes scanned your body as he was still in the same position you left him. He stood up straight again and smiled a bit as his gaze shifted further down your back. He knew you, he was absolutely sure about that. So doing the only thing he could do is he opened instagram and clicked on your profile.

He wouldn't had said it out loud but he secretly hoped that it was you. So as he looked at your recent picture and zoomed in on your eyes, he smiled. It was you.

Immediately he went into your chat and texted you.

"I just met a girl that looked like you lol" He said and you couldn't help but smile at his text. You decided that you'd reply with a sneaky emoji that would give him the hint.

"😉"

As soon as Gavi read the message he raised his head and turned to look at his friends with a smile. "I'll be right back" He said and started walking towards where he saw you go.

so as he followed where he last saw you, and he turned around a corner, he saw you standing there with a grin on your face.

"You're Yn" He pointed his finger and you and you couldn't help but smile.

"I am." You answered and he came closer to you, now also wearing a wide grin.

"Nice to finally meet you in real life." He pulled you into a hug and as you wrapped your arms around him you could smell his cologne.

You melted into his arms and a cold breeze hit you as soon as you pulled away. "Um" Gavi brought his hand up to the back of his head. As he scratched the back of his neck he hummed a bit while looking at you.

"You wanna maybe join me for a drink or are you busy?" Gavi asked shyly and you felt your lips curl up immediately. The way that his eyes looked at you, the way his hair was perfectly lying on his head and the ways his body moved everytime he inhaled.

You slightly nodded your head as he was still waiting for an answer. "Sure, I'd love to." You finally agreed.

So Gavi quickly pulled out his phone and texted his friends that his sister needed him for something.

You watched as he then stuffed his ohone back into his pocket and shifted his attention toward you again.

"You want to walk up to the La Rambla?" Gavi looked at you and you chuckled softly, it was the pure nervousness around him.

"I just came from there but sure." You smiled, you punched yourself mentally as you couldn't help but smile all the time.

"Alright, let's go." Gavi smiled at you and then you two made your way up to La Rambla, it was the most famous abd biggest promenade in whole of Barcelona.

It was about a 15 minute walk from Barceloneta so the two of you had time to talk. As you walked through the streets decorated with stands selling diffrent things Gavi pulled his hood up and put on his sunglasses.

Luckily he didn't really get recognized aince there also weren't as many people as there usually was.

So you two decided to grab something to drink and then Gavi pulled you into a small alley.

"Where are we going?" You asked as you slowed down, as soon as Gavi realized he turned around and smiled a bit.

"Come on, trust me, this is funny." Gavi pulled you forward by your hand, his touch was hot and you were almost sad that after some time he let your hand go again.

Then suddenly he stopped in front of a store, it was empty, only the store owners inside. So Gavi stepped inside confidently and you followed him.

The store wasn't big, it was rather small and it also looked like a gift souvenis shop.

"Look, you need to check this out." Gavi pointed at the left of the store and you walked over to the shelfs.

You burst out laughing as you saw small figures of famous people shitting. Word for word, shitting.

You turned to face Gavi, he was standing right behind you, his chest touching your back and as you turned arpund he was standing so close that you had to look up at him.

"This is hilarious." You mumbled and then he extended his arm and pointed at a messi figure. You chuckled as you then turned to face him again.

"Do you want one? I'll buy you one." Gavi laughed but you shook your head as a wide grin was astered across your face.

"No- Gavi-" You tried to say but he already went over to the store owner.

"Can I have a messi figure please?" Gavi asked and the owner nodded his head as he went to the back and grabbed one.

"I told you I don't need that" You laughed and Gavi shook his head while the owner came out into the store again.

"Thank you so much." Gavi told the owner as soon as he paid and the man nodded his head.

"Can I also have a photo with you?" He asked and Gavi nodded his head. The man gave you the phone and you went back a couple of steps. After you took some pictures you handed back the phone and Gavi left with the plastic bag in his hand.

"So, let's go and eat something I recall." Gavi mumbled as the two of you walked further down the alley. As you looked forward you saw the sky getting darker above the buildings.

"What do you want to eat?" You turned your gaze back to Gavi. He shrugged his shoulders and then checked his phone.

"Oh, I know a good restaurant but we have to go back to Barceloneta for that." He suggested and you nodded your head.

Every time you looked at him it was more and more obvious that you had feelings for him. Everytime he accidentally touched your hand with his while walking you immediately looked to his face, in hope to find him smiling because you were hoping for that it wasn't just an accident.

"It's crazy that we've talked so much over chat." Gavi began just as you two were walking along the beach again.

"I was just scared that we wouldn't get along well in real life." You added to which he agreed immediately with a fast nod.

"It's better than I thought, I mean I didn't expect you to buy me a figure of Messi shitting but yeah." You laughed a bit to which Gavi raised his brows.

"Oh you imagined how meeting me would be like? Did you make ip those scenarios right before you went to bed?" Gavi told you and your eyes widened, because how did he know.

"No-" Your voice broke and you turned uour hesd away from him embarrassed. As soon as you looked back to him he laughed.

"Ah Gavi, yes, give it to me." He fake moaned loudly and you pushed him away from you while you two giggled like two stupid kids.

You were happy tho because that was a sign that he felt comfortable around you and that was the most important.

After you both slowly stopped laughing Gavi then started pushing you towards a restaurant. "This one, trust me." He pointed at the building and you shrugged your shoulders.

You two went inside and ate, while doing that you of course talked about quite a lot of things, what surprised you the most was that he asked about your work drama. Which meant that he paid attention to you while you texted with him.

You left the restaurant with that exact same thought and Gavi by your side. You shivered from the cold as soon as you walked away a few meters.

"Are you cold?" Gavi noticed that you shivered and he immediately looked at you.

"No not really." You lied and he shook his head as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him.

You two walked down to the beach again in silence, then the two of you sat down a couple meters away from the water.

"So has anything interesting been going on with your injury? Other than what you've told me?" You asked, genuinely interested in what he had to say.

However, Gavi didn't answer your question, he didn't even oay attention to you. He was just staring into your eyes and thinking of how lucky he was that he answered that one instagram dm.

"Gavi?" You asked again, he then snapped back from his thoughts and looked at the ocean and then at your eyes.

"I've never would have imagined that I'm doing this with a fan." Gavi smiled a bit but you furrowed your eyebrows at his words.

"Doing wha-" you began but were shortly cut off by Gavi who crushed his lips into yours.

You were shocked for a second but then kissed him back quickly. He then moved closer to you in the sand and put his hand on your waist while you had your hand on his cheek.

You literally got butterflies as the long kiss started turning into a heated make out session.

Gavi then pushed you backwards so that you were laying flat on your back and contined kissing you.

"Is it the right time to say I love you?" Gavi asked as he pulled away for a second.

"Yeah" You nodded your head quickly and Gavi pulled away from you completely but then laid down next to you.

"I love you." He mumbled and you turned your head to face him.

"I love you too." You whispered and then kissed him again.

One more time messaging him, didn't hurt.

[wildechildwrites]

Corn Syrup

Johnny "Soap" McTavish/Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+, Miscommunication Trope, Light Injury/Violence, Angst, Smut (lol)

No Use of Y/N

Summary: You get injured in combat and Soap has been acting weird since. He won't even talk to you.

A/N: I hate the no communication Trope as much as the rest of you but I promise the pay off is good. Kensington Gore is a short companion piece to this fic that's Unrequited! Ghost/Soap/Reader

AO3 Link: Corn Syrup

The blood seeping through your uniform is bright red, and as you idly dip your hand lower, scooping some up on your fingers, all you can think is how fake it looks. Corn syrup blood, like in the movies. You let out a disbelieving laugh, locking eyes with Soap before a feverish pain slams through you like a ton of bricks and you crumple.

Your team fusses around you, hurrying to get you back to base while Soap holds steady pressure on your wound. You can’t stop laughing about the blood, about how unreal it is that it’s yours and that there’s so much.

“Jesus lass, you’d think bein’ shot would be enough ta shut you up,” Soap said, his voice sounding floaty and above your head. You blink hard to clear the fuzziness around your eyes. Another laugh bubbles out of your throat.

“If you’d prefer me silent, Sergeant, I can think of a few ways you could shut me up,” you slur back provocatively. Johnny doesn't laugh like he’s supposed to, only presses his mouth into a thin line. His face is the last thing you see before everything fades to black.

— — — —

It’s your first time back on base since you’ve been shot. Your recovery had been relatively quick, but you were still itching to get back into the field, and back to your squad. They had all visited you while you were recovering, aside from one glaring omission.

Johnny.

You’d seen neither hide nor hair of the Scotsman for the duration of your hospital stay. Even Ghost had come to see you, looking stark and ridiculous in the fluorescent lights. You had tried to broach the subject with him, meekly asking after Soap, but Ghost had just stared at you, his light blue eyes unreadable, until you had dropped the subject.

You and Johnny had always had a close relationship. He had been the first to fully embrace you as a member of 141, and you two had been attached at the hip since then. You trained together more than with anyone, constantly cracking jokes and poking fun at each other.

You also had a deep, intense infatuation with him.

You tried to keep it under wraps, terrified of making him feel uncomfortable and ruining the deep friendship you two had. You tried to avoid any physical contact unless absolutely necessary, keeping things platonic to the extreme and constantly dodging the sexual innuendos Soap was always lobbing at you.

There had been moments of tension of course, mostly under heavy stress, where it had felt as if his gaze had lingered longer than usual, but you knew it was all in your head. There had been a single drunken kiss after a successful mission, but it hadn’t meant anything to him.

The unit had gone out to celebrate, and Soap, not being one to shirk a Scottish stereotype, had gotten absolutely sloshed. The rest of the team had left the booth you were occupying to try their hand at beating Ghost at pool, and Soap, unable to stand, had scooted closer to you, grabbing your waist with his large hands and pulling you into him, smelling strongly of liquor and muttering about how you were ‘bonnie’. Then he kissed you, and your world ended because he tasted like whiskey and made your brain turn to goo and your toes tingle, so you retreated to the bathroom like a coward and never brought it up again.

You had wished desperately that he would visit you in the hospital. You were restless and couldn’t figure out why he would be avoiding you, eventually coming to the conclusion that you had scared him off, that your delirious joke had made him uncomfortable enough that he needed to distance himself from you. Your chest ached at the thought. You had managed to do the one thing you had been trying desperately to avoid, ruining the best friendship you’ve ever had in a careless, blood-soaked moment.

Debriefing made it painfully obvious that Soap avoiding you was not just in your head. Everyone was excited to see you, and even Captain Price had given you a quick but firm hug.

“Good to have you back,” he said gruffly. Gaz beamed at you from where he sat and you felt yourself grinning, before your eyes fluttered to Soap and your face fell. Soap sat in the corner of the room next to Ghost, staring resolutely at his boots. You spent the entire briefing half listening, trying to get Johnny to at least meet your eye. After the meeting, he darted out of the room and you decided to go after him, running out the door.

“Soap!” You called out, but the Scottish man just turned the corner like he hadn’t heard you. It felt like someone had sucker punched you in the chest. You really had ruined everything. He wouldn’t even acknowledge your existence. Ghost silently slid in place beside you, and you looked up at him desperately, the confusion evident in your eyes. He put a hesitant hand on your shoulder. Your throat felt tight, and you ducked away from him, making a break for your room.

Days have gone by, and Soap continues to ignore your existence. You were an over tuned guitar string, constantly close to snapping. Soap and Ghost were training in the gym together throwing punches when you walked through the door, intent on the treadmills to help relieve some stress. Both men looked up at you and Soap immediately turned and headed towards the locker room.

You felt tears well up in your eyes. You don’t understand why he hated you this much. It hurt. You just wanted your friend back but he wouldn’t even let you close enough to apologize for whatever you did wrong. You could feel Ghost’s eyes on you again and you turn away, trying to hide your tears. You leave the gym and walk quickly back to your room, your head down. You closed the door and let out a sob.

You cry until your chest hurts and your nose runs like a facet, curled up in your bed under the covers. When you were out of tears, you lay there silently, staring blankly at the wall. Someone knocks, but you don’t react. Your door creaks open.

“Lass?” Soap calls out, his voice a mere whisper. His heavy footsteps draw nearer to your blanketed sanctuary. You let out an audible sigh, turning over and sitting up to glare at him, hair mussed and nose puffy.

“You've been avoiding me.” You croak. Soap has the decency to look ashamed of himself. “You didn’t even visit me in the hospital. Not even once.”

You level him with a stare he’s only ever seen when you’d slotted a knife in between a man’s ribs, and Johnny feels the same distinct sensation of agony stabbing in his chest.

Then everything is spilling out of him at once, words tumbling between his lips before his brain can hope to catch up.

“I couldn’t stand ta face you. Seeing you like that nearly made me lose my fuckin’ mind. Cacklin’ like a banshee, bleedin’ everywhere and then you looked up at me with those eyes… Christ lass, I was unraveling.” Soap’s knees hit the bed, and suddenly he's kneeling next to you, closer than he’d been since that fateful mission.

You stare at him in shock. His voice is edging near hysterical. “Could barely keep it together enough to keep the pressure on the bleedin’. And then you blurt out that stupid fuckin’ line, something you'd never say, damn near delirious, and I realized that the girl I’d been pinin’ after for months was gonna die in my arms.”

“Johnny,” you whisper, but he carries on, the waterfall of words continuing without interruption.

Then his lips are on yours, and you don’t taste the whiskey this time, but your toes tingle and your brain melts just the same. Your hands go for his hair, fingers curling in his mohawk, and he lets out a keening sound against your lips, dragging you closer to him. His hands are warm and everywhere, holding you like you’ll disappear in between his fingers.

“I'm in agony. You don' understand what I'd for you. What I’d do to you. And it wasn’ until I’d almost lost you that I realized how much I fuckin’ burn for you,” he whispers, fervent as a hymn.

Soap’s got you pinned under him, and you can feel him, hard against your thigh, feel it twitch when he pulls back just so he can look at you, lips swollen from the kiss, his eyes wild.

“Tell me you don’ want me too,” he pants, but you can’t do anything but stare, because you’ve never really let yourself truly look at him before, not so openly, and he’s so goddamn beautiful.

“You’ve got lovely eyelashes,” you finally say, and reach up to gently touch his face. He leans in again, recaptures your lips with enough force to bruise, crushing you against him like he’s trying to shove you into his ribcage, like with enough force he can fuse your skin together, and you think you may break from the weight of it all, drown in the tidal wave of his sudden affection without complaint.

He wanders, his mouth moving to your neck, and he bites down and grinds his hips into yours, swallowing the gasp you make at the contact. You rake your nails down his back and he positively whimpers, melting further into you, sucking and nipping at any exposed skin he can reach, a hand wandering in between your thighs, thick fingers pressing against your clothed sex.

You feel like you're being consumed by the sun, warm and blinding as Soap makes practiced work of your pants, stripping you bare, letting out a quiet groan at the sight of you. Eagerly he begins kissing his way down your chest and stomach, landing between your thighs. You clench them together almost instinctively, suddenly shy, and as he pries your legs apart with a cocky grin, it hits you just how much you've missed him.

Johnny devours you like he hasn't had a meal in weeks, wet and messy, and you feel yourself coming towards the edge, a warm knot building inside you even as you pull on his hair, trying to get him to come up for air.

"You're gonna suffocate if you don't breathe," you gasp out, and you can feel him smirk against you. He pulls back, slightly out of breath, his mouth wet and hair tousled.

“I ken think of no sweeter place ta die,” he says playfully, kissing the inside of your thigh before diving back in.

You almost fall over the edge the minute that Johnny shoves one of his thick fingers inside you, curling it just right, hitting the perfect spot and making you see stars. He moans along with you, eyes bright, watching you come undone from in between your thighs. Your legs shake and you clench around his head as he coaxes you through it, and you're still seeing stars when he pulls himself up to pull you into another searing kiss. You can feel the hardness of him bumping your clit, and that's all the warning you get before he lines himself up with your entrance and presses into you.

He’s big and it stretches and hurts even though you're soaking. Everything is just too much, too fast. Things you've been suppressing for months are all bubbling up, and all you can feel and taste and see is him, the blinding sun to your lonely moon. Johnny shushes you gently, touching your face even as his body is trembling with the effort of resisting the urge to drive his hips into you as hard as he can.

“I don’ mean to be so eager,” he says, dropping his forehead to yours. “I’ve missed you, lass.” He kisses you lightly, and you realize there are tears running down your cheeks.

"I thought you hated me," you whimper, "I thought I had scared you off or annoyed you and that you didn't care about me."

Johnny stares at you with a look that shatters you into pieces, agony and tenderness tangled together in equal measure.

“Christ,” he says, voice gravelly, “don’ you know I’m in love with you?” And then he pushes his hips forward, filling you up, his hips meeting yours as he sheaths himself completely inside of you. You gasp, tears still flowing as he kisses you, soft and slow. Then he begins to move, drawing his hips back before bottoming out again, and it hurts less now, a familiar heat building low in your stomach.

Johnny’s rough but gentle, his own restraint on a razor thin wire, too aware of the scar tissue just above his coarse hands even as he’s slamming his hips into yours, feeling you clench down and squirm, your nails tearing into his shoulders and raking down his back.

Everything feels so good, you’re so warm and alive beneath him, the skin he’s been dying to touch for ages and the sounds you’re making are driving him wild, the whimpers and gasps making him feel like a teenager, ruining his stamina and pushing his control. You’re pretty even in tears and even as Johnny swears under his breath that he’ll never make you cry again, he admires the glassiness of your eyes, the tremble of your bottom lip.

“I-it’s so b-ig” you whine, your breath hitching with every thrust. Your walls are fluttering around him as he stretches you open, your hips rolling up to meet his thrusts. Johnny moans, his hips stuttering.

“-m’not gonna last much longer” he pants, “want you ta cum on my cock first.” Your breath hitches and his heart flutters along with it, reaching down to thumb your clit, making you whimper and tighten around him. You grab his face, pulling him down to kiss you as you feel yourself falling over the edge, moaning against his mouth as you feel his cock twitch inside you, filling you up. Soap slumps against you, his cock still sheathed in you as he delicately kisses your mouth. You kiss him back in a daze, your legs trembling and brain foggy.

“I love you too,” you whisper, words muffled by his soft lips on yours, and Johnny sighs wistfully, pulling back to look at you. One of his warm hands reaches up to cup your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheekbone.

Unrequited Ghost Part 2

[rubiesintherough]

okay, i know i've talked about this stuff ad nauseum, but i'm doing replies with her right now and i'm having a ton of feelings, so let a sad bitch cry about her healer birb bby. this is gonna be a tough read, bc, well, her.

Just the fact that Mahia was 12 when everything went down. Just 12. Up until that point, she was a happy child. Had a loving family, if a little strict. Had her whole life laid out for her, was deep into her training to become a healer, just like many of the other Gifted kids in the village. It was what she wanted to do, had her heart set on it. She was having fun, running through the woods, splashing in streams, going to festivals in the village square, causing mischief with her younger brother, Danin. Just being, for all metrics on her world, a normal kid.

And then everything fell apart when her brother was killed by a wild animal, during a hunt gone wrong... his first out with their father, like an initiation. She'd seen him off that morning with the rest of the hunting party... and was the first to spot her father carrying his body home. And she couldn't cry. Wasn't allowed to. In her culture, crying for the dead is a disrespect. It's seen as basically spitting in the face of the Ancestors, their deities... as though implying that the person loved wasn't given enough time. Questioning the will and plans of the higher powers. 12 years old, she'd just lost her only sibling. Her best friend, and partner in childish crime. And she was punished for crying. Couldn't even outwardly mourn him.

And, then, only a few short months later --- while she was still silently grieving Danin --- the attack happened. And she watched friends, and neighbors, and family, get gunned down. Saw her home burning. Was rounded up with all the surviving children of the village and carted away in the dark, to another world. To the Lab. She watched the lifeless bodies of her friends wheeled past her every couple weeks, twisted and changed and only barely recognizable. And all the while, she was being stripped apart, too. Wings grafted on and organs removed, all without any form of anesthesia... she'd just pass out from the pain and wake up back in her holding cell, a little less human than when she'd been dragged from it, hours before. And just wondering, every time she heard those footsteps coming, if she was going to wake up this time. Or if it was her body that was going to be wheeled out, next.

And when she finally, 6 months of torture later, managed to escape the cell and stowaway on a ship... with a crew that were actually good people... she got brought back home, and was hoping against all odds that things would be okay. Maybe some of her family had, somehow survived. And ended up burying the charred remains of her own parents, and all others who died, on the edge of her village. It was a rushed job. She didn't have time to do any kind of required funeral rites for any of them, so she doesn't even know if her loved ones were allowed into the afterlife. Or if that's just another way she failed them.

And then got dropped off on Earth. Still a child. Still 12 years old. And had to fend for herself... nights in the cold, hungry, running from wild animals, learning how to fly with the wings she wanted so badly to cut off, hiding from everyone. Only to find out she was being chased by a group sent specifically after her by the Lab. To bring her back, dead or alive. Ended up killing one of them in a panic. A swing of her dagger --- pulled from the wreckage of her village --- slashing the Hunter's throat and she ran, and could hear him choking to death on blood behind her, and damn, if she can't still hear that awful sound sometimes. So, she took a life. Which was viewed as one of the worst crimes in her culture, self-defense or otherwise.

Truly believes she's been abandoned by the deities she prayed to her whole life, because she's so far from home, no longer fully human, and has taken a life... cut off from them. Cut off from any hope of seeing her family, again, if they were even allowed into the afterlife. But, she has to keep going. Because giving up or dying means letting her home's memory die. And it means letting those who took her apart win.

Mahia Emerga, who cannot allow herself to die, cannot live, cannot exist in the world she's always flying so far above. Hiding in forests, doing her best to heal others who need it, to atone for the damage she's done, and all her failures. She needs to survive, but sometimes she can't even tell if she's alive anymore.

[wits-writing]

Five Miscellaneous Favs of 2022

Felt like doing quick looks at five pieces of media that caught my eye during 2022. 

Not a ranking nor limited to any specific medium, just five things I loved last year that I wanted to talk about with a focus on things I felts were lesser discussed overall in the year.

Because while I could talk about how great Everything Everywhere All at Once, Cyberpunk Edgerunners, or RRR were, I also wouldn’t be bringing that much new to the table by discussing them.

Let’s start with something that hit towards the end of the year:

Matilda the Musical:

What a delight this turned out to be!

The engrossing stylized visuals of this film adaptation of the musical stage adaptation of Roald Dahl’s original children’s book grabbed me from the word “go.” A stage director moving on to direct the film adaptation of their own theatrical work, as is the case with Matthew Warchus here, can and has led to mixed results in the past but here those theatrical instincts shine. Each musical number manages an appropriate scope to get across the emotional impact of the scene and make sure the viewer can appreciate the stellar moments of choreography from the ensemble of child performers. A visual language that lives up to the nature of Tim Minchin’s music and lyrics for the story.

Major highlight of the cast is Emma Thompson as the despicable Miss Trunchbull, performed and presented in a way that makes her the perfect villain for a movie that’s essentially “Baby’s First Antifa Uprising: The Musical.” An authoritarian running her school as a surveillance state who will change her own supposedly sacred rules on a dime in order to never appear as if her power is starting to slip.

Representing the kinder adults of the world in this movie is Lashanna Lynch’s Miss Honey. Any take on Matilda as a story will live and die on how much you buy into the found family aspect of the relationship between the title character and Miss Honey. This film playing into that handily as Alisha Weir’s Matilda finds the first adult to see what’s remarkable about her love of learning in her teacher and Miss Honey finds a reminder of what it means to stand up for yourself and others in an unfair world in her new student. A mutual sense of inspiration beautifully summed up in the new-for-the-movie finale song “Still Holding My Hand.”

Mad God:

Okay, time for a bit of a mood shift…

According to my Tumblr Rewind for 2022, my personal blog’s most popular post of the year was a screencap from a Slash Film interview with Mad God director Phil “You had one job!” Tippett.

This one:

And in that post I described it as a “beautifully blunt” summation of why Mad God paints such a bleak picture of its world and those inhabiting it. Later in that same interview he specified by relating it to how when there’s a tragedy, American news media shoves it in people’s faces on repeat. A process that normalizes the pain and horror of these events and limits people’s ability to imagine a world without any of that. A depressing downward spiral where terrors can never be escaped, only recreated ad nauseum until the end of time (and even beyond that.)

Anyway, I found Mad God to be a ton of fun and it was easily my favorite animated movie of the year!

Probably feels bizarre to go from the previous description of the movie’s world to calling it “fun.” But that’s the balance Tippett managed to strike after the multi-decade process of getting it made. A sickening, compelling contradiction to entice a niche stripe of viewer, because this was certainly anything but a movie made with broad appeal as a concern.

A playfulness comes through in moments like the mindless homunculi that keep this dystopian society running trudging along until a piece of the machinery they work around splats them against a wall, Wile-E-Coyote style. Monster designs that genuinely disturbed me exist alongside ones that are oddly charming in their unconventional designs and mannerisms. The most purely playful elements of the movie take the form of easter eggs to VFX filmmaking history that are featured among the apocalyptic landscapes of some shots, like a statue of Robbie the Robot that features in one shot.

Some stories get by more on a vibe than a carefully constructed narrative and Mad God’s vibes are unlike anything else you’re likely to see.

Bee and Puppycat: Lazy in Space:

Speaking of vibes-based entertainment but on the opposite end of the spectrum.

Bee and Puppycat finally returned this year with a new season on Netflix with an abundance of lo-fi chill at its disposal!

The season, subtitled “Lazy in Space”, has three episodes retelling the story of the original Cartoon Hangover season in the new animation style followed by 13 episodes of original material.

In a universe filled with gorgeous pastel space-fantasy scapes, what keeps the series compelling is everyone in the main cast trying to live the best life they can. One bizarre circumstance after another happening in the periphery of their personal journeys. Exemplified by the show’s approach to doling out information with regards to worldbuilding, everything delivered in pieces tangential to what the focus of a given episode is actually about. This goes doubly for the backstories of the titular characters. Even when we’re given an episode to explicitly flesh out Puppycat’s mysterious past, it turns out to be a nonlinear narrative more concerned with the roots of his attitude than in being a lore-dump. Meanwhile, everytime we get new information about Bee there’s always another layer or three yet to be dug into beneath her unassuming appearance and general ADHD tendencies.

Delivering all that in a balance between high concept scenarios and low-key, chill presentation will keep me coming back to this show for any and all future seasons.

Goodbye, Eri:

2022 could reasonably be argued to be The Year of Tatsuki Fujimoto

Aside from Chainsaw Man Part 2’s manga beginning and season 1 of the anime hitting it big, the mangaka released two one-shots through Shonen Jump in the past year; one was Just Listen to the Song which was written by Fujimoto with art by Oto Toda and the other was Goodbye, Eri, wholly done by Fujimoto.

And it was the best comic I read the entire year.

The story of high schooler Yuta taking the gift of his smartphone as the first step on his path to becoming a filmmaker. His first project being a documentary about the last days of his mother’s life, followed by a narrative covering his artistic evolution as he’s called on to do the same for his classmate Eri.

But a plot summary doesn’t get across why this was the best piece of sequential art I read all year. Fujimoto’s talent at using manga as a form to deliver stories elevates Goodbye, Eri as the narrative framing at hand reflects the premise itself. Every single panel is in the aspect ratio and point of view from Yuta’s camera with Fujimoto’s art emulating novice camera work along the way. One of my favorite recurring details is certain panels clearly meant to represent Yuta having shaky hands as he’s filming.

Like any comic, art and writing feedback into each other to maintain this narrative conceit, as characters will stop on occasion to ask if they should redo a lineread or we’ll see bits that were filmed but not included in previous sequences. It’s playing around with the diegesis of the story to craft Goodbye, Eri’s main theme about how we choose to remember our lives. What bits do we hang onto and what sort of impression do we want to leave other people with after we’re gone.

A Paranormal Evening with the Moonflower Society:

You know the feeling when you find the right band/album at the right time in your life?

That was my experience with Tobias Sammett’s Avantasia two years ago as songs from their album Moonglow were in my youtube recommendation. Even after listening to a decent chunk of the band’s discography, Moonglow remained my favorite. Tackling themes of alienation and creating one’s self while running a full gauntlet of the many forms of Metal. I find a lot to love in the rest of the Avantasia catalog, but none of the albums as complete works topped what this one had to offer for me.

Set all that up for the sake of saying…

A Paranormal Evening with the Moonflower Society exceeded Moonglow and became my favorite album of the year (and possibly my favorite piece of media from 2022, period.)

This even being a possibility was something that gradually built up in my mind as the singles began to roll out. The first release, “The Wicked Rule the Night (feat. Ralf Scheepers)”, was a good hard metal track but it wasn’t until the second single, “Moonflower Society (feat. Bob Cately)”, hit with its amazing animated music video, directed by Jess Cope, that I knew I was in for something special.

The narrative set out by the music video, along with the lyrical content of the song itself, put into focus what Paranormal Evening was about. Especially in how it interacted with its predecessor in Moonglow. If that album was about alienation then this one was going to be about choosing where you want to belong. Whether it’s a conventional path or one that seems off-putting from the outside but could ultimately offer wonders in a future once thought unimagineable. A theme set even more into focus with the third single from the moment I saw its title, “Misplaced Among the Angels.”

A central conceit that reflects Avantasia’s virtue as a group, Sammett assembling performers from across all walks of rock/metal to create something beautiful with each album. New and returning guest performers for the group enhancing what Paranormal Evening has to offer. 

I have lost count of how many times I’ve listened to A Paranormal Evening with the Moonflower Society. Enjoying it more with each playback. Each track lifts up the others and puts me in a state where the album closer “Arabesque” hits as hard as any song I’ve ever listened to has!

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[yellobb]

15 Questions Tag Game!

Thank you so much to the wonderful, amazing, stunning @raenestee and @shrekgogurt for tagging me 🥰 I love oversharing and I love other people oversharing, so this was a lot of fun! I definitely wrote a fuck ton, so it's under a cut 😅

No pressure tagging: @onepintobean @frjsti @angelsfalling16 @skeedelvee @cutestkilla @moodandmist @petedavidsonscock @palimpsessed @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @gekkoinapeartree @confused-bi-queer @ivelovedhimthroughworse @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @martsonmars @chen-chen-chen-again-chen

1. Are you named after anyone?

My first (government) name is from my aunt on my dad's side and my middle name is from my great grandma :) The nickname Macey is something my grandma came up with, and it has certainly stuck! I dunno, my full name is gorgeous, but it's not really me, so Macey has always suited me just fine 😌

2. When was the last time you cried?

Relatively recently 😅 It was... last Saturday, I believe. One of my best friends got me the book Burn After Writing by Sharon Jones, which is essentially a journal that prompts you with different questions about your past, present, and future. I was stressed and anxious about my future and feeling generally shitty, so I cracked it open. I wrote for the prompt "You have 9 minutes to live and you have a pen and paper. You can get a message out to the people close to you, giving them the best that you have learned. Give them something to carry with them in their own lives. What do you have to pass on?" It was incredibly therapeutic, but I also cried a lot, since I wrote to my sister, mom, and grandma about the things I'd learned and what I wanted them to know. Idk, it was a great exercise in gratitude for the people I care about most in life while also making me think about the lessons life has taught me

3. Do you have kids?

Not yet! I hope to adopt or foster one day. I'm aroace and deathly afraid of pain, so having bio kids isn't in the cards for me, but I still want to help kids. I love working with them, so I hope one day I'll be in a place where I can take care of a few, whether temporary or permanent :)

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not at all lol. I only tend to around the people I've known for the longest, and even then I don't really like it. I just feel like I'm being mean when I'm being sarcastic, which isn't great. Not that sarcasm is mean in general, it just doesn't land when I do it, so I try to be as genuine as I can be. My brother got all the sarcasm genes lol

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I'd say the way they behave, probably. Like, are they talkative or quiet? What's their mood like? Stuff like that. I'm notoriously unobservant about physical characteristics (I'd have to think about it to tell you what my best friend of over a decade's eye color was whoops)

6. What’s your eye color?

Brown! Not super dark, but definitely not hazel.

7. Scary movie or happy endings?

I'd say happy endings. I do like some good sad endings, too, but only in controlled settings, like fanfic

8. Any special talents?

Not sure what counts as a special talent, but I can play the oboe and alto sax, so that's cool! I also pick up song lyrics really quickly, have gotten a perfect score on the jetpunk name all the countries of the world quiz, and can imitate the Disney font, but only to write "Disney" lmao (proof attached) (my sister thinks this one is a whole ass personality trait)

9. Where were you born?

The eastern coast of Virginia! I can't get too specific since I still live there when I'm not at school lol

10. What are your hobbies?

I'm a serial hobbyist. I think it's an ADHD thing, but I want to learn everything, but I almost never stick with the skills I learn. I'd say the ones that I have right now are art, reading fanfic (this counts!), video games, watching YouTube, and hiking

11. Do you have any pets?

I do!!!!!!!! My family has a dog (Piper) and a cat (Wishbone). I also count my grandparents' dogs (Nip and Tuck) and cat (Toby), since I used to spend half of every single week at their house (not exaggerating)

Piper and Wishbone are both sweetiepies 😭❤️ They both are very lovey-dovey, though Piper is a lot more hyperactive. Piper loves to play and terrorize the local wildlife, but she always comes and curls up with me to take naps in the bend of my legs. Wishbone is more hesitant about cuddles, though she's always down to play or receive pets. She's lied on my lap three (3!) times, and it melts my heart, since she makes muffins on my tummy first 😭❤️

Nip and Tuck are brothers, and they're old men in little puppy bodies. Nippie is very calm most of the time, just wanting to lie on laps and get pets, but he's also a manipulative little bugger. He likes to drop his treats when him and Tuckie get them, bark until Tuckie switches treats with him, then abandons his new treats to do it again. Or drop treats and stare at them until Tucker comes to pick them up, then bark like a madman when he does. Tucker is more of a sweetheart. He's a butterball, since he tends to eat some of Nipper's leftovers, but that's okay. He likes attacking my hair lol. Both of them are big face-lickers (Tuck is on the left and Nip is on the right)

Toby is a fat asshole lmao. He likes being around people he knows, but you can't come too close or he'll fight you. He bullies the puppies (he's way bigger than them) to the point where poor Nippie has anxiety!

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

I tried a bunch when I was little, but dance and swimming have stuck around the longest. I did dance (ballet, tap, and jazz) from when I was a little 5yo (hehe I actually had a picture of me and my sister in our costumes on hand, so enjoy) until I graduated high school. I still enjoy jazz dance in particular a lot, but haven't really found an avenue to continue it casually yet

Swimming I've done since I was like 6, if I had to guess. We have a pond in my backyard, so my mom wanted to make sure my siblings and I knew how to swim just in case. I ended up doing summer league from 10-18 and being on the varsity team at my high school (not a high bar, I'm very slow lol). Whenever I want to get a workout in, I go swimming above anything else. It's just so nice to be in the water :) Also, my main stroke is backstroke since it's the best one no I will not be taking criticisms

13. How tall are you?

5'6"

14. Favorite subject at school?

In high school I was always a STEM gal (with an emphasis on the STE). Right now, I like my more creative ones, so human-computer interaction, cinema courses, or anything that involves creative computing :)

15. Dream job?

Something that I won't get burnt out on, that allows me to work later in the day in the day instead of early in the morning. I want to do something with virtual reality and/or video games, but in a position where I can do all the different things. Design the experience, make the art, make the script, and code the stuff. I just love the creative process of video games and the art you can make with it and am also obsessed with virtual reality as a medium :)

[nerdysleepybunny]

since ray is your favorite, what are your head canons and thoughts? you may ramble all you want I'd love to hear every single thing you wanna say about him.

HOLY SHIT ANON I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH /P THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING THIS. 😭💕 I’m glad you like my rambles because I definitely love rambling!!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Tbh both Ray and Norman are my favorite, I could go on and on about those two. No hate to the Emma lovers, she’s an awesome character but sometimes I just want to slap her. 😭

Though one of the reasons I love Ray so much is because we have a lot on common! We’re both book worms, have little friends yet the ones we do have we’d die for, have an odd obsession with libraries and trees, and we even have a similar way of speaking sometimes!

I also love his little plot twists. Being Mom’s biological son, being a spy for Mom, trying to kill himself for his friends. He definitely shocked me a whole ton whilst watching the anime!

I also have a thing for emos apparently. 💀 /hj

He can be a jerk and hide his emotions a lot, though when he lets himself go and allows a smile or some tears to peek out it’s truly a beautiful sight. It may sound weird, but I enjoy when he can finally let himself be free and let his true emotions out.

Both of us also share some anger issues, we can also act without thinking, or think without getting someone else’s opinion, and can throw a tantrum when things don’t go our way.

His voice is also super comforting.

Sitting against the tree and reading together whilst he hums to you and everyone else is playing tag? You bet I’m falling asleep on his shoulder.

I also see him as a big tease, yet overall a fun person to play around with. I think he’d mostly love teasing and challenges when playing around with someone.

Staying up reading books in the library and falling asleep on the floor? Count me in.

He can also be protective, willing to end his own life to protect the ones he loves. Even if it isn’t necessary. If you don’t already know the house’s secret, I feel like he’d try to keep it from you until the time is right/when you guys are ready to escape. He doesn’t want you to go through that pain.

If you’re close with Mom, I feel like he’d both love and hate it. Especially if Mom knows how much he cares about you. She could use it against him and hurt you or use you to get her way. He doesn’t want Mom doing anything to you. But at the same time, he finds it kind of nice in a way. It’s both convenient and inconvenient.

Once you guys enter the human world, I don’t think much will change about him tbh. He’d spend a lot of time in local libraries, loving all the new books he can read. I can see him visiting a park around sunset to read and to watch the sun slowly go below the horizon.

If you guys go to school together he’d definitely have all A’s and get top scores for everything. Lunch would include sitting and eating at an empty table with him, and as soon as you both finish eating you go to the school library to finish up assignments and read. If you two get bored you guys walk around campus, maybe even play some tag or hide and seek.

You two would go to each other’s houses after school and if you needed any help, he’ll be your tutor and teach you anything you’re struggling with.

I feel like he’d be a band or drama kid tbh.

PE with him would be a pain. His days at the orphanage and escaping it would make PE easy for him, making him an absolute show-off as you struggle to run laps and do push-ups. He’ll just stand and snicker at you, but he’ll stop if you ask him to.

Still a big tease, laughing his ass off when you struggle with something, but will eventually knock it off and help you out.

You two always sit next to each other in class.

If school stresses you out, he’ll offer to do your work for you since it’s so easy for him. He can also hum to you, lend you books he thinks you’d be interested in, and even get you some stress toys.

You two definitely break the no phone policy. Music is life for you guys.

He’d stay up late making you a giant playlist of your favorite songs mixed with songs he think you’d like, and would send it to you whilst you sleep so you can jam to it during and after school the next day.

Shit talking bad teachers and annoying students together!

Occasional hand holding, but only in places where there’s not a lot of kids around.

He’ll beat the shit out of anyone that upsets you. May get himself expelled. Oops.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Btw you can see these as platonic or romantic! I don’t want to make this too long so I’ll end it here. Hope you enjoy!! 💕

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

Season 4 Thoughts: Ray Edition

First of all, a disclaimer: all of these might change after I watch the season a second time, it usually takes me going episode-by-episode with full context to form a full opinion. That being said, right now, my feelings on the season are mixed. I definitely think it’s my least favorite of what we’ve gotten so far (not that it’s bad! Just less good). I’ll get into that, but I want to start off by talking about what I liked:

The animation was breathtaking. Everything was so smooth, I loved pretty much all of the character redesigns, and the scenery was gorgeous

I loved that conflict between the humans and elves didn’t end with returning to Zym to his mother, and I loved how that was explored. The show continued on with doing what it does extremely well: making sure that the conflict is never black-and-white. I always thought that both sides had valid points

(Also: Ezran’s speech deserves a point of its own because that was fantastic. You could hear his anger and pain so well as he was talking about it and his conclusion that you have to hold all your emotions to move forward was so wise. Plus it being juxtaposed by the fight with Ibis... incredible)

Janai and Amaya. Their dynamic was so wonderful and sweet and you can really see how they bring out the best in each other. They had better get married and be the best queens the sunfire elves have ever known

Terry, as a character, is fantastic. He’s so sweet and devoted, the way he sees the world is fascinating, and his reaction to killing Ibis and journey with how he dealt with it was very compelling

The whole villain (?) trio was great actually, they still all have very believable flaws and are still likable despite their actions (although Claudia less so than she has been)

TERRY CONVINCING CLAUDIA TO RETURN THE COINS. First of all, because it means neither of them are beyond hope, but mostly because we’re FINALLY GETTING SOME CLOSURE ON THAT PLOT POINT RUTHARI REUNION WHEN

Bait was a little champion. His bond with Ezran in previous seasons was cute, but I adored seeing how connected he was with Callum. And the fact that he was the final push to open Rex Igneous’s door. 10/10

Ezran subverting the whole “we will sacrifice our treasured possessions to you” trope by realizing their gifts to Rex should mean something to him. I love that it was a baked good that got him to talk. Honestly, same

But with that being said, the whole season kind of felt... off, especially in the beginning. It really took a while for the tone to find its footing. The humor felt really jarring at first, and it really switched from super dark to super light very quickly (for example, two minutes of bathroom jokes and a guy coughing up blood as he dies in the same episode). I also wasn’t really a big fan of Rayla’s plotline. First of all, her disappearance was never really explained- it pretty much alienated anyone who hasn’t read TTM, and I’m sure a lot of viewers haven’t. And the way it threw off the group dynamic wasn’t fun for me. I loved the show primarily because even though there was conflict between the characters, they still bantered and fought for each other and there were tons of moments where you saw how much they cared about each other, and that was missing here. I liked that Callum didn’t forgive Rayla right away, but I really do wish he’d at least gotten a chance to explain why her leaving hurt him and have them air that out a bit, because she really didn’t seem to get it. The fact that she never apologized or acknowledged that leaving him with absolutely no word for two years would hurt... I’m so sure she’s smarter than that. I’m hopeful that season 5 will go into Rayla’s disappearance in more detail and kind of negate this critique, but we’ll have to wait and see.

Overall, I enjoyed the season, and I think I will even more once I watch it again! It just took a while to find its footing, and I do think I liked arc 1 better so far

[the-bisexual-a-genda]

Mystery Gang As Stoners

Fred A.K.A. The Newb

Some people are just less tolerant of THC, which means every time is like the first time. He prefers being the designated driver but on the occasions, he does partake he becomes a total mother hen. He will constantly make sure the others are staying hydrated. Are you getting paranoid? Do you need to lie down? Maybe you should take it easy Shaggy. He's also super giggly. The girls find it adorable. He never rolls his own joints because they will fall apart. Shaggy has shown him how to do it a thousand times but it just never sticks. He doesn't do edibles because they give him paranoia no matter how little he takes.

Daphne A.K.A. The Mooch(sorta)

Normally the Moocher is the one who's constantly receiving and never giving. And while it's true Ms.Blake has NEVER purchased weed in her life. She's not a true Green Goblin because she pays for pretty much everything else at the smoke sesh. Snacks, pipes, lighters. (Not to mention gifts she buys that aren't weed-related). She doesn't actually smoke too much but tinctures, edibles, and oils she is all over it. Occasionally she'll use her cute purple pipe to puff some Sativa and spend the night petting a cashmere sweater. She also gets the worst cotton mouth when she uses her pipe. Loves painting her nails while high because the rest of the gang ends up helping and it's very cute.

Velma A.K.A Doctor's Note

Velma didn't use it for fun until she got her chronic pain more under control. After being diagnosed with ankylosing spondalitous she was given Medical marijuana. When she smokes for fun a lot of conspiracy theories get scrawled on any and all available surfaces including her friends' skin. A few more tokes and the Philosopher comes out. She becomes Uncle Iroh level of wise and somehow reads even more than when she's sober. She reads out loud which is rare since Velma can be self-conscious about the sound of her voice. She's also quite the star gazer taking her glasses off for "full effect".

Shaggy A.K.A.Cannabis Connoisseur 

An absolute God in the world of cannabis knows and grows tons of different strains, detailed descriptions of every type of cannabinoid, terpenes profiles, and a total green thumb. In high school, he was never not high but as he got older he pulled back and focused more on growing.

He is quite demanding quality-wise. Which is why he started growing his own. All his buds are named variations of Scoob. Shaggy is a sleepy high. It takes a lot to actually affect him since his tolerance is so high but when it does he'll lie down wherever he is and get the best sleep. (Usually Shaggs has a bit of insomnia and a lot of nightmares) When Shaggy falls asleep it's a signal that the night is over and the gang dog pile on him for nap time.

Scooby obviously they don't give him weed but on the fourth of July he'll have a hemp treat to deal with the fireworks.

[friendlyfaded]

miles!!!!

consider: sam/guy

Coming right for my heart with two of my all-time favorite boys, aren't we? Bet.

While Sam does work extremely well with reckless messes, he would also pair nicely with a comfort character. Guy might be chaotic and extra, but he stays out of trouble and offers tons of love and affection. He would bring the perfect amount of excitement and chaos to Sam's life without tipping over into dangerous habits. He would make sure Sam always knows exactly how valid and genuinely good he is. There would never be a day when Guy doesn't come home after work, flop onto Sam, and tell him how much he missed him. It would be such a direct contrast to the relationship Sam had with Alexis, and I think that would be good for him.

We don't have a huge amount of information on Guy just yet, but we do know some general truths. He's an entity of chaos and mischief, always ready with memes and teasing. He works hard at his job, which tends to be thankless. He's extremely loyal and loving. He has major golden retriever energy. He loves to cuddle and be close to his partner.

Going down the line, Sam vibes so well with chaotic partners. For fifteen years, his life has been confined to patrolling WonderWorld and going to clan meetings. He didn't get out much, as far as we know. He needs some excitement in his life. He's also forty, so Guy would have so much fun memeing on him when he doesn't get the references. Sam still doesn't know what a skrinkly little skrungle is, but he knows that's his name in Guy's phone.

Sam is an endless source of validation and care. He's always there to be Guy's mother hen when he works too hard or takes on too much. He would be more than happy to massage away the backaches from having to drive all day, or play with his hair to relieve the headaches that food service work always seems to come along with. He would also be ready to use magic to ease the aches and pains of the day.

Sam is similarly loyal. He tends to be extremely honest and kind. He told Alexis as soon as she started catching feelings that he wanted to end things between them, which must have been difficult, but it was an important step for him to take. He doesn't get involved with people unless he knows it's what he wants, and he doesn't let go of what he wants easily. He would make sure Guy is always taken care of and loved, no matter what.

I don't care what anyone says, Sam deserves a puppy partner. Whether that be Darlin', with their German Shepherd vibes, or Guy, who is the poster child for golden retriever boyfriends everywhere, he deserves that kind of love. Every time Sam comes home from a clan meeting or patrol, I can see Guy jumping up off the couch and running over, helping him take his shoes off and asking about his day. He'd be happy to follow Sam around the house and talk about anything and everything, not letting the large house go quiet. He would make sure Sam never feels alone.

Sam and Guy are both huge on cuddling. This is a canon fact. It is also a fact that Guy is usually the one being held. I can't think of many things Guy would like more in this scenario than being held, safe and secure, in the strong arms of his vampire boyfriend. And on the same token, Sam would be so content napping with Guy laying on top of him, his head on his chest, feeling the warmth and weight of the one he loves most on him. It would be incredibly grounding and comforting.

Finally, Guy would find Sam being a vampire so insanely hot and you cannot tell me otherwise. Of course, the Twilight jokes would be insufferable, but Sam loves his idiot too much to actually be mad. Besides, kissing him is a great way to shut him up when he starts going on about dating "irl jasper hale" or whatever. It would take Sam a hot minute to realize that Guy is serious when he says he loves the idea of Sam feeding on him. It's just such a different perspective than what he's encountered in the empowered world, but it's refreshing.

All in all, 10/10. I love them together.

[lexa-griffins]

Shy nerdy Lexa attends her first college party at Anya's behest who says she studies too much and needs to live her life. She catches the eye of fratboy Clarke who wants to bed the nerd. Lexa actually likes the affection she receives from cocky Clarke. They hook up but part ways after the party. Well, it appears that the condom broke because Lexa finds herself pregnant several weeks later. Clarke's the daddy!

In Lexa's mind it was just a night. One night where she'd have fun, get fucked by the hottest girl on campus and then go back to her quiet life away from frat houses and drunken nights. She's barely seen Clarke around campus and it's not like she's looking for her anyways, she doesn't want anything to do with her, no matter how great the sex was.

And then she goes in to the doctor to get some routine blood work done and she's congratulated on the baby. And her whole world comes crashing down. This is the last year of college and the one fucking time she lets go a bit more, she ends up pregnant.

Lexa is more than ready to go tell Clarke and have her deny the baby is hers. Or maybe accuse Lexa of trying to purposefully get pregnant so she could get child support as the Griffins are a known well off family, one of the biggest donors to the school and the main reason Clarke's stunts haven't gotten her kicked out. But Clarke sounds... excited almost? She's shocked for sure, but Lexa is taken back by how responsible Clarke seems to be about it, happy even!

They don't get together, not right away. Lexa stays in her cramped studio apartment, Clarke stays at the frat house. Lexa no longer passes by unnoticed, not as she gets further along and it gets out she's "the chick Griffin knocked up" but Lexa ignores it, although Clarke seems to have gotten in more than one drunken fight with people who like to jab at her baby mama. Lexa hears about it, never through Clarke, and she'd prefer not to ask.

Clarke is everything Lexa didn't expect her to be. Attentive and caring, constantly texting Lexa to ask if she's and the baby are okay. She's there at every appointment, a buzzing ball of energy everytime she sees the baby on the screen. Against her better judgment Lexa has started to lean on her for craving and pains. At some point they start having sex - Clarke already got her pregnant it's not like she can't do more damage than that. Even when Lexa says she doesn't need help Clarke is there to help her and somewhere along the lines Lexa stars to learn how to ask for help too.

It daunts on Lexa at around six months pregnant that she's happy. She's excited to be a mom and she loves this little baby growing inside of her; she enjoys spending time with Clarke and be cared for by her, something she tells her one day after the birthing classes they've been taken and the shine in Clarke's eyes and the smile that lights up her whole face makes Lexas heart beat faster. It hits her with a ton of bricks the realization that she's in love with Clarke. The girl who not once questioned Lexa, her decision to keep the baby and who even rather shyly asked if she could be involved in the pregnancy, that asks everytime before she touches Lexa's belly or talks to their baby. Who drove to another town at four in the morning because it was the only place that sold the pie Lexa had been wanting so badly she nearly cried.

They get together before the baby is born... barely. Lexa musters all the courage she can and asks Clarke out. It seems stupid to ask the woman who knocked her up on a date when Clarke has all but moved in with her at this point but Lexa really wants to have some sense of normal college life before this baby comes..... and hey, she deserves her awkward college date with a pretty girl she has a crush on!

It's cute and silly and it still feels so weird to be on a cute date inside a greasy fast food restaurant playing footsie and giggling at each other when they expecting a baby together. They kiss and have sex like it's the first time their doing it and although Lexa cannot say she hated their first time because it was so good and wild and gifted them their little baby, this feels so much more intimate and raw, because before she was nothing more than another name on Clarke's list of names and now, now she might as well be the last :')

Lexa goes into labour two weeks after that. Their first I love you is shared as their son is put in Lexa's arms, both crying so hard the words barely come out but they know. Oh they know <3

[nancypullen]

Typical Tuesday

Life moves at a snail’s pace here but so do I.  I used to be such a bouncy, bright gal until my ankles and feet decided to turn on me.  Now everything hurts and cracks, and scoffs at me when I say, “Hey we should dance!” Boy, I miss dancing.  I still shimmy around the kitchen when I cook, but sustained dancing for an hour or so seems like a big ask. Poor, poor me.

I’m only thinking about that because I just tried making an appointment with an orthopedic doctor for a weird thing that’s causing pain in my left ankle, formerly known as my “good ankle”.  I was on hold for about ten minutes, went through the new patient song and dance with a very friendly young woman, gave all of my pertinent info, and then she said, “Okay, just as soon as your former doctor sends your medical records someone will call you to schedule an appointment.”  Well, crap.  I replied, “I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that you will not request those records.”  She confirmed that, said I’d have to get them to fax the records, and hopefully everyone would do their part and I can see a doctor before my foot falls off.  Immediately after ending that call I placed a call to my doctor in Tennessee and said I needed my records to be faxed up here.  That not-so-nice lady said that would require an official form from the doctor’s office in Maryland, and blah blah blah.  I explained that they told me I had to make the request and maybe I get the form from them, or perhaps it could be emailed to me, or could I possibly find it on their (TN) website. I was battering her with all of the ways I might be able to get my hands on the form and get this done today, when she finally sighed and said, “Look just email me giving your permission to release the records and put your name and date of birth in the email.”   Now, was that so hard? I thanked her profusely and sent the email fifteen seconds after we hung up.  Who thinks that this will all go smoothly and I’ll get a call this week?  I’d say those odds are slim. I hope I’m wrong, but I’ll bet I have to request the records at least once more and won’t see a doctor before September. Ugh. But that’s not why I’m here.  I’m here because I don’t post enough and I’m trying to make myself show up.  It would help if I had something to actually write about but you’ll just have to bear with me. If I show up every day maybe my muse will show up too. Cross your fingers, light a candle, rub some beads.

Today started the way our days it always start. The mister gets up early and goes out for a long walk.  He likes to show off his healthy feet. He listens to audiobooks and watches the town wake up.  While he’s doing that I play word games on my phone (Wordle, Spelling Bee, Letter Boxed, Connections, etc). Then I have long conversations with the cats, eventually get up and make the bed, and ease into my day.  We’re very different people. For example, he’s been watching Wimbledon and he caught me tuned into the Hallmark channel’s Christmas in July.

Don’t judge me. The world is on fire, I needed a dose of predictable sweetness with a happy ending. Speaking of sweetness, on Sunday we drove over to spend an afternoon with the Edgewater gang.  Everyone is getting ready to scatter on different trips, so we wanted to hug them before that happened.  Little Miss was as entertaining and fun as always.  We were treated to a mermaid water show in her pool, I played Barbies with her for a little while, and then she belly laughed while driving her cats bonkers with a laser pointer.  It was a full afternoon.  A big storm blew in and dumped tons of rain that same afternoon.  We made our exit when there was a break in the radar and raced the rain home.  As we started across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge I saw these big freighters lined up to head into port, and those ominous clouds hovering above them.  Yikes.

That was snapped from a moving car so the quality isn’t great, but...anyone else notice there’s a chunk of the bridge missing?  I didn’t notice it when I took the picture, I was too busy looking at those ships.  Doesn’t look big enough to alter the integrity of the structure, but what the heck happened there?  Someone had a bad day.

On a happier note, I’ve got one sunflower fully opened and several nearly there. Aren’t they cheerful? I just love ‘em.

Other things that give me pleasure are clean windows (how’s that for a segue?). My sister turned me on to this fabulous spray cleaner. 

It’s amazing. Even better, it smells wonderful and it’s just $2.50!  I picked up my can at Walmart, I’m sure it’s sold elsewhere.  Anyway, it’s cheap, it leaves windows sparkling and streak-free, and the fragrance smells just like the lobby of the fancy-schmancy Grosvenor House Hotel in London.  No lie.  When we stayed there like the Clampetts a few years back it was one of the best parts of the stay - walking into that lobby and being enveloped in the fragrance.  I didn’t know if it was all of the fresh flowers, some special spray they used, or if that’s what loads of money smells like.  Whatever it was, you can have it in your home for $2.50.  I’m a fan. I’m not a fan of my hair. I mean, that’s not exactly news. It’s been an on-going battle since kindergarten.  I’ve let it grow again, it’s long again, and I look stuck in the 70′s. My hair behaves a little better when it’s long, the weight is like a Thunder Shirt. But I don’t think the length is a friend to my face, I know the style isn’t. To be fair, I go through this every year during July and August.  The height of summer heat and humidity always makes me want to shave my head. I was zipping along just fine in June, it wasn’t even hot.  Right around the 4th of July the sticky heat arrived and my hair lost its dang mind.  I’m walking around looking like this.

So I’m spending lots of time on Pinterest looking at short haircuts.  I’m going to do it it’s just a matter of choosing a style (which won’t work), a place (good luck with that), and screwing up my courage.  We all know this will be a disaster.  It always is.  I don’t think I’ve even once walked into a salon and walked out feeling better.  It’s a generational curse.  But it’s been quite a while since I tempted fate, and I’m feeing so ugly lately anyway, might as well. Best case scenario, I end up with a cute, fresh style that I like. 

 Worst case scenario, I look like Mrs. Claus. 

It’s a safe bet that I have more Mrs. Claus tendencies than I do Helen Mirren tendencies. Darn.  If nothing else maybe it’s just time for a change.  Will I miss the ease of a ponytail or a big hair clip? Yep.  Will I miss this same, old, tired hairstyle? Nope.  Well, maybe.  There’s always comfort in what we know vs the unknown.    Finding a place is daunting.  I called the Ulta salon in Easton thinking that if the haircut sucked then at least I’d be inside Ulta and I could treat myself to a new lipstick or something.  They only have two stylists and a haircut and blowdry is $70.  I will start up the weedeater and let it cut my hair before I pay $70.  I don’t want to go to the salon that I visited in Denton, the owner cut my hair and she was delightful, but the haircut was not.  There are plenty of others in the area, mostly pricey, so I may just have to throw a dart and pick a place.  Or I could spend the rest of my life in a ponytail. Back to Pinterest...

Raise your hand if you’re tired of hearing me talk about my hair.

Told you I didn’t have anything to write about, pretty sure the glass cleaner was the high point of this post.  I think I’ll head upstairs and soak in a bubble bath and lose myself in a book - a book where the main character has perfect hair. I hope that your week has been a delight so far.  I hope that you have had at least one good laugh and at least two moments of pure pleasure.  If not, hey, it’s only Tuesday!  There’s plenty of time. Sending out loads of love tonight. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

[itcamefromthetoybox]

We’re Back: A Dinosaur Review

Man, it has been a while! I know I meant “Blind Box Month” to end in February, but then a ton of stuff happened, I caught Covid, and just general life chaos that’s kept me away from writing. Now that I finally have the energy to do it, though, let’s get back into reviews! This week, we’re looking at a line focusing on dinosaurs rampaging and those that hunt them down: “Dino Strike Hunt!”

Ok, so what exactly is this? Well, first, let’s look at the company that makes it. I first became aware of Zuru when my wife started collecting their Mini Brands line, a blind box series of tiny versions of real-world products that are in scale with the average doll. Each container has five items in it, and it’s a fun line we’ll probably talk about some other time. Zuru does a ton of different types of toys, such as robot animals, plushies, and most relevant to this review, multiple blind box items. Due to past experiences with them, I went into this with some good expectations, so let’s see if my optimism was rewarded or if it was dashed against the rocks of reality, like my dreams of getting a date in high school.

“Dino Strike Hunt” focuses on dinosaurs rampaging and the vehicles designed to stop them. Each box contains one vehicle or dinosaur that comes disassembled and has to be put together, with the dinosaurs having more soft plastic parts than the vehicles. It’s a pretty straightforward idea aimed at kids who like vehicles or dinosaurs.

Now, I tend not to focus on packaging, choosing instead to look at the toy itself. This is one of those times I’ll make an exception, though. Like most blind boxes sold by Zuru, the package is a ball with two tabs on opposite ends of the ball. Opening it is a feat that is definitely made easier with longer nails. I trimmed mine before opening one of the packages, and that was a decision I regretted almost immediately. Upon removing the tabs, the package falls apart into five slices, like an orange. Each slice has a foil cover on it, and removing that foil reveals a piece of whatever you’re building. It’s a fun little package, though it does result in some wasted plastic.

Finally, all those hours of peeling fruit have paid off!

The toys themselves are a mixed blessing. Like I said earlier, you can end up with either a dinosaur or a vehicle, and there’s no way to tell which you’re getting until the package is opened. The vehicles tend to be fun little toys where you snap together the five parts to make a neat little stylized military vehicle. The dinosaurs, on the other hand, can be the biggest pain to assemble. The vehicles are all harder plastics, so attaching everything is really easy. The dinosaurs tend to have softer plastics, usually in the limbs, which makes pegging them onto the body a challenge. If the peg on the body can’t be forced into the soft plastic limb in just the right way, the limb will fall off after a very short time. Getting the limbs on there sometimes requires a lot more effort than it should, and seeing the limb fall off after that can drive a man to dark places at the bottom of a bottle.

It was around this point that I began experiencing some regrets. Later would come the drinking.

A part of the toys that I really like is the little action feature they have. For the vehicles, this can be something like a grabbing claw or a firing projectile, and for the dinosaurs, it’s button-triggered moving parts, which they use to break out of restraints. The vehicles come out on top here due to the aforementioned issue with attaching the dinosaur parts. If a part isn’t secured just right, it moving in any way will detach it. Picking the dinosaurs up became far riskier than it needed to be. There was something just sad about watching the part I spent God knows how long fighting just fall off for the fourth time.

The toys honestly do look fun. The dinosaurs look like the kind you see in "Jurassic Park” and the vehicles look like they came from a 90’s cartoon. I can safely say the looks are the strongest point here. Unfortunately, as great as the toys do look, the issues with the dinosaurs weigh on me, like a backpack loaded with text books I will use all of once but still paid for.

Helicopter: fun. Pterodactyl, a bit tricky to assemble, but came out alright. Dilophosaurus: punishment from Toy God.

Now, would I recommend “Dino Strike Hunt?” Honestly, no. The issues I had with the dinosaurs are a real turn off for me that I know would be really frustrating for kids. The vehicles are great and kids would like those, which is why I would instead recommend some of Zuru’s other blind boxes, which are just the snap-together vehicles. All the fun of the vehicles with none of the frustration of trying to attach an arm to a peg too big for it. “Dino Strike Hunt” and Zuru’s other blind boxes can be found at most retail stores that sell toys, usually tucked away in the back of the toy section. They tend to run for about $5-$8 depending on where you shop. The packaging does work great as an Easter surprise, so don’t be afraid to try some of their other blind boxes instead of this one. This is JS signing off and wishing you Happy Toy Hunting!

[quinnsqueries]

Why Do We Think Realism Is Dark?

When we, as people, classify a story as "realism" it's always super dark. It's always dark gritty action, and TONS of pain and misery. And like, why do we do that? Overall life can be hard and full of that stuff, but there is also positive things in life too! Like seeing your best friend for the first time in ages. Hugging someone after a long day. The first bite of a delicious breakfast. A lick of ice cream on a hot summers day. So why do we classify realism as dark?

Short answer: Realism isn't reality.

Let me explain...

Realism is another way of saying "acknowledging generally ignored negative consequences." Usually a superhero won't have to face the consequences for damage inflicted upon a fight, but a villain going to jail seems normal for us. Neither is technically worse than the other, so when a superhero is put on trial for their actions why does it feel so much worse than when the villain gets their punishment?

Realism shows us these consequences in a medium that doesn't generally support them. That makes them off-putting. And since these consequences tend to be negative the feeling they provoke end up being negative as well.

In fiction the only consequences you want to exist are the ones that exist. This is why what we have dubbed as "realism" is really only things that we generally ignore for the sake of the plot. If a superhero destroyed a town in the middle of a fight I don't think this would just be ignored. And if said superhero went broke because of a lawsuit they probably wouldn't put on their supersuit ever again.

What makes this trope interesting is that realism didn't start out this way. It was a 19th century idea that was actually pretty realistic! It ignored all the supernatural wackiness stuff and just portrayed reality. It was reallyyyyy boring though, so the term evolved. So, now when a director or somebody says they're "striving for realism" they're actually just taking an unrealistic premise and putting on the lens of reality and examining it to see what consequences a situation would have if it happened in real life.

Let's break this down even more. Because the "lens of reality" isn't just a singular lens, there's actually three of them.

The first lens is in relation to our reality. Physics, genetics, etc. In superhero worlds this is generally ignored, because well, explaining how characters can fly would just...not work in our world. But in hard sci-fi they do look at it pretty closely.

The second lens is realism in-world. The world you are writing has its own physics and genetics and pretty much everything else. This lens will examine the consequences based on what naturally arises in this world. What is it really like to live in the world you made?

The third lens is in the terms of psychology. This is what causes your character to drift over time. Want to give a character realism? Give em PTSD. Before that, well, it was making them addicted to alcohol. Because fun.

Remember, when using realism you have to also have consistency. You can't just throw it around whenever you want because it can make the audience feel as though you're cheating. Be careful, don't avoid reality up until a certain point, and yeah! Go writers!

[acosmicblizzard]

Older sibling hcs pt.3 (ikemen revolution)

Links to the other parts: pt.1, pt.2.

Warnings: Possible spoilers for all current released wonderland residents routes (currently only Loki's Oliver's and Harr's are released in english as of the time of writing this)

I have only done rays route so characters have a chance of being ooc! Some information regarding the characters may be wrong too so don't take everything said in these hcs as truth! Please don't repost my writings even with credit. reblogs are preferred!

Wonderland Residents

Blanc Lapin

Growing up with blanc means you're the only person in the entire world who truly knows him. All his weaknesses, all the things he loves, all of his insecurities and all of his dreams.

You're most likely ageless/immortal like blanc and also have been cradles record keeper alongside blanc or working somewhere in central quarter as a diplomat.

Growing up with blanc and continuing to stay in his life through out all the years makes it so your bond is practically unbreakable. Throughout everything, you were there for eachother and never once fell apart. You two have seen relationships break and fall as time goes on yet somehow it's like in the grand scheme of time your bond stays still, unmoving as everything moves on.

Carrots carrots and carrots. You two definitely bake carrot cake together and a ton of other carrot desserts and meals.

You two often have tea parties and just sit and talk about whatever is on your minds. Of course having carrot cake as a snack to eat.

Immortality can be a cruel cycle where everyone you love will die while you stay for eternity, however when with you blanc feels a lot less tense and pained. Knowing that one person would be there and share the eternity with him. Together, they can get through the pain of immortality.

Oliver Knight

If you think for a second just because you're his sibling that you're spared from his sass you are dead wrong

Less insults and sass compared to others but this man will still sass you all the time

Being olivers sibling most likely means you live with him and blanc and have a good bond with both blanc and fenrir who often comes by for weapon commissions.

You most likely know some form of mechanics or tailoring and often offer to help oliver out with his projects and things he's making. Which he usually declines. But when you do help out it's always fun despite all the sassing you get from your younger sibling.

For the longest time seeing him in his child form made you laugh. Seeing a full grown adult getting treated like a child at times was hilarious. But it also reminded you of the happy moments you shared between eachother when you were kids.

Falling into cradle together after meeting blanc in the land of reason was definitely unexpected but now you don't regret it. You've met many new friends and have fallen in love with this world, and you have your younger brother by your side.

Loki Genetta

For the longest time it was you and loki against the world after your parents gave you two over too the magic tower. Well that was until you two met harr and he took you two in.

As loki's older sibling he looks up too you a lot and cares for you a ton and he tries to show that in anyway possible. It's common for you both to become very lonely and needy so you're eachothers support and things are way less worse because of it.

Hugs galore. This man adores hugging you or at least having any sort of physical contact with you. Sometimes he just wants to pause time and hold you forever, not wanting to let go of you. Scared that one day you may just disappear.

Often times if you ever have to set foot in central quarter loki is right by your side and wanting to hold your hand all the way. You two often stop to visit the cats that are usually in the alleyways, ray is also usually there and you two end up forming a friendship.

Loneliness is a powerful feeling that can consume someone, but with loki the feeling can't consume you. You know you'll never leave eachother sides and do whatever you can too stay together no matter what the world throws at you two.

Harr Silver

Growing up you most likely taught harr magic and how to use it, and eventually you started working on projects and making magic crystals together when he became older. But you mostly tried to keep him out of your work and things involving the magic tower.

You and harr know how to read eachother perfectly and are extremely intune with eachothers emotions and feelings. A single glance at eachother and it's almost like you know what the other is thinking like the back of your own hands.

Though you're siblings you and harr don't talk as much as people think you would, you mostly communicate through gestures and body language which is beneficial for harr since he isn't the best at communicating and is shy.

Just because you don't speak as much as people would expect that doesn't mean you don't hang out and talk. You two usually work on projects together regarding magic crystals and experiments regarding magic and it's surprisingly good bonding time. Though it's silence most of the time you and harr do usually have talks about whatever was on one of your minds at the time.

Being close to harr also means you're somewhat close with loki, also being a parental figure towards him like harr is.

Depending on if you live in the forbidden forest with harr and loki or not harr will try to convince you to come live with them if you don't, but will never force you too.

Mousse Atlas

Being the eldest Atlas child you most likely were the ace of hearts both before mousse and zero. But now you're diplomat alongside mousse as now zero is the ace of hearts. You and zero have a slight friendship and you get along well with the ace.

You two can be seen doing everything together. Even going on diplomatic trips to different countries together and bringing a ton of stuff back with you too cradle.

Cuddles and naps? Cuddles and naps! It's not uncommon for you two to take naps together. It's actually a very common occurrence that happens at least 5 times a week just due to how tired mousse often is.

Back when both of you were children, you and mousse often ran off from your parents and explored places. Being curious about the world around you and learning all there is to learn about it. Walking through the forest holding mousses hand as you pointed out new things or animals or bugs that you had never seen before.

You two kept a journal that you two would pass back and fourth between eachother where you would write about the new things you explored and saw.

Though years have passed and many things have changed your bond with mousse is a thing that'll never pass.

Dean Tweedle and Dalim Tweedle

Oh to be the older sibling to the twins that think they aren't twins

On one hand you have dean wanting to spend time with you after finishing grading his students tests and on the other you have Dalim inviting you over to his bar offering free drinks due to you being his older sibling.

Both care for you and it's more of a tug of war between the twins on who gets to spend time with you and when

Your relationship with the twins has been distant, when you were kids you had a good bond with both of them but over time as you all moved on with your lives you drifted apart. However you decided you wanted to try and rebuild the bond so when you visited both of them individually both at the school and the bar they were very much shocked.

You spent hours chilling in the bar and drinking with Dalim, catching up on how much both of you missed in one anothers lives and how much had changed. Same could be said with Dean as when he was finished with his duties at the school.

One time both tried to ask you too hang out at the exact same time and ooo boy that was a chaotic day

Despite their mixed feelings for one another they could never try to separate each other from you. Especially with how happy you were now that you bonded with them once again.

Maybe, just maybe with the older sister back dean and dalim could rekindle their long lost bond.

[sonicasura]

SonicAsura Doodles #60

Based on this idea.

Apparently October is the month to just torture any character with angst, tragedy, and hurt with a bare chance of comfort, aka Whumptober. Here's my take with the first Link I officially played as out of all the games: Spirit Tracks or Spirit.

Yeah. Spirit Tracks was my first Legend of Zelda Game that I funnily won with tickets at the prize section of Dave N Busters way back. Despite my hatred for the Ocean Temple specifically that one part with the boulder, I had a lot of fun. Plus I love it when Zelda isn't the helpless princess whose ass needs to be saved and actively helps.

Back on the topic at hand, I thought why not mess with this train conductor in the worst way possible? Welp, thank Madness Combat for this. In short, our Hero of Spirits gets yeeted out of his world at the end of Spirit Tracks. (RIP Zelda who was already traumatized considering what happens after the final boss is defeated.)

Stuck in unfamiliar territory, his gear displaced except for the whip and tons of enemies around Spirit is forced to hide. Hiding spot he picks being the worst place ever: a Magnification Chamber. You know the Super Soldier schtick often seen in media?

This is one of the worst options since it's fueled by crystalized Madness. (Don't know if it's as bad as LoZ's Malice but it's still very bad.) Thanks to faulty wiring the machine activates with poor Spirit inside. The Magnification Chamber is also the type of machine where bringing foreign objects with ya inside is BAD.

Thus our hero ends up having the whip merged with him as he's forcibly mutated. Normal MAGs are very aggressive, quite violent and usually need a handler to hold them back. However Spirit's mind and personality is kept mostly in tact takes to the blessing from the Triforce of Courage that every incarnation bears. Everything else had been altered.

Now Spirit is supposed to be 12-13 years old at the beginning of Spirit Tracks. Thanks to the Magnification however, he looks at least 17 or older standing around 12 ft. Baby boy got big. I'll be drawing an adult version later. Did I forget he's STUCK like this?

This Link doesn't have the Master Sword but the Lokomo Sword. Spirit does get his equipment back and can use the Spirit Flute still but it won't be able to restore his true form. He may have the Song of Healing but it isn't the same like Time's.

There are some perks to being a MAG such as enhanced strength, ridiculous pain tolerance, enhanced durability and acquiring light manipulation. Spirit will return to his world although there'll be a lot of obstacles thrown in his way.

His tail 'Whip' is fully sapient and a snarky smartass. Spirit often bickers with Whip on a weekly basis. Spirit's jaw can unhinge freely which makes his lethal bites even more dangerous. Green crystals grow around his shoulders and on Whip that can absorb any ambient light in a way similar to photosynthesis.

His face cheeks aren't what they seem to be. Spirit has an cracked mouth similar to a jack-o'-lantern but they close in a way to mimic said facial features. Most of his clothing had been improvised using both his conductor clothes and hat.

Will he interact with the Chain and other characters? Oh yeah.

That's all I have for now. Until next time folks, I'll see you back at Hyrule.