#yes i know i have a problem. several even. it just makes me sad & always has fkjhlghdf i have trouble playing games as existing characters

[aftermathing]

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[lizzy-luvbot]

Hiya! I was wondering if you could general relationship headcanons for the marble hornet guys? Thank you!

YIPPIE FIRST REQUEST!! And ofc I can! I hope it’s as good as you expected!

Character’s- Tim Wright/masky, Brian Thomas/hoodie, jay Merrick, Alex Kralie + bonus character!

I tried my best to make it as gender neutral as possible!

Tim Wright/masky:

Would be like INSANELY AWKWARD at first

You met through Brian, him being your siblings best friend

Your sibling invited you to explore an abandoned building with him, Brian and Tim(who at the time you didn’t know)

I don’t know if it’s just me but he would definitely call you his wife/husband when you come up in conversation

“How many people are your party?” The hostess of your favorite restaurant asks, “just me and my wife/husband” Tim says without thinking.

He will be slightly embarrassed but you think it’s so fucking cute

Not big on PDA👎 but literally ALWAYS has to be holding your hand no matter‼️

I picture him to be kind of traditional, like you walk on the inside of the sidewalk away from the road, he holds doors open for you, pulls out your chair for you and pushes it in.

A MASSIVE cheek(the ones on your face…) kisser.

Like boom just got home? He’s grabbing your chin and kissing both of your cheeks then asking you how your day was.

Masky:

You probably won’t see him much but he always seems to be there when you need him…

Brian Thomas/hoodie:

Y’all knew eachother all through your school years, elementary, middle, and high school.

So you basically knew anything and everything about eachother.

He’s like the bestest friend you could ever have

And yes Tim is a third wheel… but not the severely excluded one, the one that you’d probably kill your self if you even got the smallest hint he felt left out.

I feel like he’s not a hater nor a huge fan of PDA, it’s like he will have a arm around your shoulders, and while your talking to your friends/strangers you decided to strike up conversation with, he will randomly lean down and kiss the top of your head

Or when your holding hands he will kiss the back of your hand.

When I say you two can’t go anywhere I mean it.

You’ve been kicked out of Walmart so many times for thinking you can jump over the cardboard crate’s of Powerade.

And don’t think he’s stopping you, in fact he eggs you on by saying he doesn’t believe you can’t and your gonna have to prove it too him.

“Fuck yeah I can.” You said irritation radiating of you, “no you literally can’t.” “Yes I ‘literally’ can.” You two go back and forth for like three minutes until he smirks and says prove it. And prove it you do.

You cleared the Powerade’s no problem but too bad a Karen with a fuck ass bob saw it and snitched on you.

Hoodie:

(Like masky) you don’t see him a lot…but he sure see’s you…

Jay Merrick:

The absolute sweetest boyfriend you could ever ask for… but very sassy.

Ask him for some water?

“Baby, can you get me some water?” “No” NO?!?!

Then 30 seconds later he walks around the corner with a glass of water.

Now unlike the other two he loves PDA, it’s like the fact he knows he bagged a baddie and he’s about to make it known to everyone.

Loves having his hair played with and vise versa, you definitely teach him how to use a hair straightener/curler just so you don’t have to do it yourself.

You two play just dance. And definitely do karaoke using the instrumental music videos on YouTube.

CLINGY BRO SO FUCKING CLINGY.

You gotta pee during the Friday movie night session at home? So does he.

You don’t want to cuddle because it’s 80 degrees?? Do you not love him?? You guys cuddle anyway.(you turned down the air conditioning because you didn’t want him to be sad)

He calls you anything but your name. Once you started dating you were no longer [name] you were baby, babe, honey, girlfriend/boyfriend when he’s feeling extra sassy.

He loves to be a hater with you. You don’t like one of your coworkers, he gives them the most DIRTY look when he sees them when he’s visiting you.

Alex Kralie:

He’s such a nonchalant dreadhead.(please don’t kill me) joking but fr he acts like he doesn’t care as much as he does(which is SOOOOO much btw)

A member of the sassy man apocalypse.

He’s a play fighter, like “body slam”s you into the bed.

Has a gun collection in the garage. And gives you pop quizzes about them. He will never say it but he thinks the dumbfounded look on your face when asks you a question about a gun that is the cutest thing ever.

You called him snookum cake one time. ONE TIME. And now he never calls you anything else but snookum cake.

Out in public? He doesn’t give a fuck.

“Alex. Please don’t.” Your terror clear on your face. He smirks, tilting his head down, the dim blue lights from the aquarium In front of you causing shadows on his face, he takes a deep breath, “are you liking the aquarium SNOOKUM CAKE.” His voice raised from a 3 to a 7 at the nickname. Causing people too shoot you and him dirty and confused looks.

You never called him that again.

(Bonus character)

Jessica Locke(my cutie patootie):

PDA QUEEN.

She doesn’t care if y’all are eating at McDonald’s or a 5-star restaurant. If she wants to kiss your entire face, she will damnit and fuck what everyone else as to say.

She’s your biggest supporter, literally doesn’t care what it is she’s on your side 10000%.

Y’all definitely slow dance to Lana del Rey In the kitchen while the frozen pizza cooks.

I feel like she’s such a alpha male😜

Like she’s willing to fight for you, fist fight and her comebacks are like the best you’ve ever heard.

Y’all definitely wear matching socks and ugly Christmas sweaters during the holiday season.

She slaps the fuck out of your butt. You live in fear of her surprisingly powerful butt smacks.

You guys wear matching Clair’s bff necklaces.

Im sorry is this is Probably so bad😭😬 anyway I actually bought a Jay plushy not too long ago and it’s finally shipped so I’m super excited for that🔥‼️ NOT EDITED‼️‼️ as soon as I saw the request I got so excited so I wrote it ever tho I should be asleep right now so I’ll have to edit another time😓

[creedslove]

BETRAYED - PART FIVE

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: Pedro invites you to be his plus one for the night but his attention is caught by another woman and leaves you with a broken heart

Warnings: angst, age gap, established friendship, unrequited love/one sided feelings, fluff, glimpse of Pedro being a great (silly) dad, and more angst of course

A/N: I really don't know what you guys will think of this part. It is longer than the others and for those who don't want Pedro to be forgiven, you can consider this the ideal end, though this is NOT the last chapter. I still have some ideas for this story but their development will go according to what you guys want, especially because due to all the feedback I've received over the last week (yes today marks one week I posted the first chapter) things are pretty divided between who wants a happy ending and who wants a sad one, lol!

A/N Part 2: I still can't manually tag people on the works because I use the app and it won't let me do it, that's why I don't have a tag list at all!

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PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

Your heart clenched the moment you heard Kate's words. Pedro was there. After months pretending not to know each other, after not seeing him nor listening to his voice, months after the horrible argument you two had, where you both said horrible things to each other, words that hurt you two deeply, but also needed to be said. So you two could break free from what was holding you back. You and your mindless passion for Pedro, and him and his incapability of letting you go.

You realized you went silent for several seconds and Kate was staring at you with a worried look on her face, so you gave her a nervous smile and nodded "there's no problem, really. We are not making a scene or anything, I mean, we didn't have that much of a fight, it wasn't that serious"

"Yes, it was, Y/N" Kate said in a low voice "you completely fell out with each other, you have never been apart from long and honestly, he seems the saddest I've ever seen, and you don't seem like you're in a picnic either" she placed her hand on your shoulder reassuringly and looked down, excusing herself as she needed to attend the other guests.

You didn't like to be read like that, yes, you missed Pedro, in many ways you were still broken hearted at everything that went on, it's very hard to just let go of a person you were so invested in for years. It leaves an empty spot in your chest, even when you get over whatever happened, your mind always comes back to a bunch of might-have-beens. And though you and Pedro hadn't been away for that long, that's exactly how it felt. You walked out the kitchen and realized you were getting anxious to see him. He was there, it was a stated fact. It wasn't like when you went to the gym and very often looked over your shoulders, in hopes he wouldn't show up at the same time you kind of hoped he would show up. Internally battling with the relief of not running into him and also the disappointment of not seeing him. Once again, you had to remind yourself to act rationally, you didn't want to be shaken to the core when you saw him, and you definitely wouldn't make a scene at a princess' party.

When you reached the living room, he was the first one you spotted and for a few seconds he was the only thing you could see. There he was, Pedro, your dulce Pedrito like you used to call him and make a soft reddish color spread through his cheeks. He looked the same as always, the same as always made your heart race and you hated that. Your heart beat faster, your palms suddenly got a little sweaty and you were sure you'd stutter if someone asked you any question. You cursed yourself under your breath, months of self care and you still acted like a high school girl around him. The sadness Kate had seen your ass, you mentally rolled your eyes as you saw how he was still the life of the party, how he laughed and made everybody laugh. He wasn't sad, and why should he? Maybe you did hurt him in your argument, in fact you did hurt him as he left with tears in his eyes, but he probably got over you, he had done it so many times before, times where you still were friends and you loved and cared for him, so now what was stopping him from just forgetting about you?

Pedro finally eyed you, he knew you were coming and he tried his best to look good for you, he had a nice outfit on, his hair was messy like you always said you loved and God, he felt like time had stopped when he saw you walk into the living room. Hermosa, princesa, linda, mariposa, all of that crossed his mind once he saw you. He hadn't seen you in what it felt like forever, and now you were there, standing a few feet away from him. His desire was to rush to you, ignoring everyone else there, and wrapping his arms around your waist. If he could, he would let out all those Spanish words you loved roll out of his tongue before he could touch your skin and make you his. He chuckled to himself just to picture what you would say if you knew his heart raced when he saw you, how he wanted to take you into his arms like you had dreamed about it for so long. Life sometimes is truly a joke.

He didn't understand how you managed to become more beautiful since the last time you saw each other but you did it, and he couldn't take his eyes off you. He had no idea if you'd even want to talk to him, give him some of your time, but he was going to try.

Before you could greet everyone who was sitting closer than him, Flora and her big brother came running to you. If someone thought Flora was sweet, they hadn't met her brother yet. Wyatt was a five year old who seemed to be obsessed with you. Out of all his mommy's friends you were definitely his favorite. He was sweet to you like he was with no one else, and the fact he still had some trouble pronouncing his 'R' made him even cuter to you.

He immediately jumped onto your lap, snuggling you as tight as he could, he was overly excited at the sweets he'd eaten and the fact some people who brought his little sister presents also brought him presents!

Pedro's heart dropped to his stomach the moment he saw you surrounded by Flora and Wyatt. He wasn't sure he was strong enough to watch that, but he couldn't look away either. It all brought him back to the dreams he constantly had about you, the dreams where he always got to a happy, crowded home, where you were his and only his, in all the ways you dreamed of for long and now he longed for it as well and you two had built a beautiful family. He was always happy in these dreams, only to feel empty when he woke up.

One of the things he always loved about you and that one he made pretty clear throughout your entire friendship, was how good with kids you were. Of course Pedro had earned the cool uncle status, but he just admired how natural you were, how kids simply wanted you to be around them and how happy you got with that. It quickly drove him back to the night of your argument, and how you threw it on his face he was nearly 50 without a family. Yes, he knew you were right, but it still hurt him anyway. When he was younger, he wasn't sure if he was going for the traditional stuff but he assumed good old marriage and kids would happen to him, after all it happened to everyone. But as the years went by, he just focused on his career and he was pretty happy that way, apart from all the loneliness he felt, loneliness that was soothed by your company during the day and some other female company at night, sometimes even more than one at the same time. Until those stupid dreams began, every single night he would have a family with you and love every single part of it just to be taken back to reality where he was alone and all he got was his career.

"Did you really think I'd forget about you?" You whispered to Wyatt as you very discreetly handed him a small basket with his favorite chocolate. You didn't have enough for all the kids, so you hoped he wouldn't make a big fuss about it, but the moment he squealed in happiness and hugged you, you felt so lucky to be there. You quickly helped him open his present and watched as he ate one piece after the other. Kate would probably kill you the next day, but you didn't care at all, seeing his true happiness.

"Pedwo, come play please!!" He asked the man, waving his hand at him and inviting him to the empty seat next to you. You saw when he smiled at Wyatt and moved closer to you. His cologne was intoxicating and for a moment all you wanted to do was to rest your head on his shoulder and have his arm around your body.

"These are my favorite too, you gotta share" he frowned playfully at Wyatt and looked at you

"Hey Y/N" he said shyly and looked down clearing his throat before looking into her eyes again "you look very beautiful, muy hermosa como siempre" he said and saw the familiar blush spreading through your cheeks adding a cute look to your face. You still reacted the same, maybe you were still his muñequita?

"Hi Pedro" you said softly and smiled politely at him.

"Come on Pedwo do the voice!!! Do it again, fow Y/N to see!!" Wyatt begged excitedly and pointed at his brand new Grogu doll. Once again you felt the urge to roll your eyes mentally, of course that was Pedro's doing and it was so predictable. Cute, but predictable. The little boy however, was mesmerized as once more Pedro sat up and made his Mandalorian voice. You didn't know exactly how it was different from his regular voice, but it was and you couldn't explain. He said whatever Wyatt liked to hear and gently tapped the doll's head, making Grogu cooed and blink his eyes, lifting his little arm gently which caused Wyatt to squeal in happiness again.

You both felt pretty good at that, no matter what happened between you two, you were really good at handling kids together and your chest ached to wonder if the same would apply if you ever had children together.

•••

After singing Happy Birthday and serving the cake, Rob, Kate's husband, asked his kids to go to the backyard. Pedro grinned at the interaction and placed his plate down, taking your hand in his and pulling you "come on Y/N, you'll want to see this" he said happily and you had no other reaction than follow him. The kids were so excited when their daddy asked them to close their little eyes. They peeked all the time, not being able to hold back how eager they wanted to see the surprise. Pedro looked at you and smiled sweetly "I don't mean to brag, but it was my idea, so you're not the only one who is great with kids, you know" he winked at her.

You swallowed and looked down at your hands, fingers entwined and how softly Pedro caressed your hand with his thumb. You immediately let go of his hand and blushed, which wasn't unnoticed by him, who sighed and stared into your eyes "I know you're still hurt about everything that went on and we need to talk, I owe you an apology for what happened and-"

Pedro was cut off by the kids' screams of happiness and pure excitement when their daddy revealed their mysterious present: a bunny. A real life bunny, you stared into Pedro eyes and chuckled "that was your idea, right?" You asked and couldn't help but smile a little "I bet Kate is thrilled" you both burst out laughing and for a moment everything was alright between the two of you again.

He only laughed softly but gently took your hand in his once more, walking towards some trees, away from the fuss the kids were making and once you were both hidden enough from anyone else who might bother you, he finally gathered the courage to speak.

"I screw everything up with you, Y/N. I know I did, in fact I knew it from the moment it happened but I was too proud and stubborn to admit it" he sighed "and then it all got worse and worse until that horrible episode at your place. I deeply regret everything that went on" Pedro looked down, and then back at you again, being puzzled by how indecipherable your expression was. You watched him apologize without really apologizing, you just hated how he asked for your forgiveness without acknowledging anything at all.

"The reason why I didn't want to talk to you anymore was because I'm tired of being your doormat, Pedro. You know how much I love you" you bit your lips "how much I loved you" you corrected yourself and continued "but you only took advantage of it, and you know it. You know how many times you've hurt me, how many times you flirted with me, you kissed me almost on the lips, you sweet talked to me, the times you had your hands on my body not in an erotic way but definitely more intimate than a friend should ever do, you know how confused it left me, and you kept doing it"

Pedro knew it was all true, but he had decided to ask for your forgiveness and to be honest, he looked around embarrassed and nodded

"I-I know that, Y/N. I know I was a real shitty friend, always teasing you, playing with your feelings… I am really ashamed of it and if I could turn back in time, I'd never act that way. I had only one glimpse of what you must've felt all this time… when I saw you with that guy from the gym and it felt like my heart had shattered into a million pieces"

You had to admit you were not expecting that, at first you thought it would be just some more of his usual bullshit, but it seemed Pedro really meant what he was telling you.

"And I know the last straw was that night at the gala. It should've been about us, after all, you were my plus one because I wanted to have you there, and I loved every minute we spent together, you looked gorgeous, muy hermosa mi cariño, but then I was just terrible to you. I don't know why I left with that woman, I mean, I don't know why I just gave in to that impulse and I know I tried brushing off as if you were exaggerating but these past months I was finally able to be true to myself and admit you were right. I was a dick, I not only humiliated you and broke your heart but also put you at risk by letting you go home on your way"

His voice had a sad tone and he didn't look away for a split second, showing he meant all that.

You began tearing up, as those were the words you waited months to hear. You wanted him to apologize, to admit what he'd done and now it had finally happened, you couldn't help but feel sad as it came too late.

"Pedro, I-"

"Please, Y/N, let me finish" he asked and took another breath "that day at your house was completely unacceptable, I know it, and we both hurt each other, I snapped because I saw you with another man and told you to leave me alone, and I didn't understand why I had such a childish and reckless attitude, until I realized I didn't know how to act on my feelings for you, which takes me to the very painful words you told me, which unfortunately, were also true. I left that night hating myself, I didn't know what to do or what to say, so I looked for help, I went back to therapy and I was able to see all the things I was doing wrong"

You saw when he took a step closer and you could smell his cologne, you had no idea what he was going to do, but your heart pounded into your chest as his big hands cupped your cheeks so gently, stroking them and staring into your eyes "and after all that self-analysis I came to the conclusion that I love you" he bit his lips and a light blush spread through your cheeks "I mean, I already did, as a friend, even if I was a dick, I truly loved and cared about you, but it changed, Y/N, it got more intense, you're the only thing that crosses my mind the whole day, the only one I want and crave, all I can think of is your body against mine, your beautiful voice singing while you make breakfast, the way you light up a room when you step inside, how the kids love you because they see how incredible you are" Pedro took another deep breath "I'm in love with you, Y/N" he finally admitted out loud and it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He leaned in and touched your lips with his very softly at first, ghosting over them, appreciating how perfect they felt against each other. One of his hands went for your waist, wrapping his arm around it and gripping your body in a desperate need. He was so close you could feel his strong chest against your soft breasts, so pressed up against his body it was really hard to remind yourself that wasn't right. The moment you felt the man deepening the kiss, you couldn't hold back a soft moan. You decided to enjoy that moment, something you'd craved for so long, it almost felt like your heart was bursting out of your chest. Your hands gripped his hair, pulling it softly as you kissed him back as eager as he kissed you. You felt like you could be trapped in that moment forever with him, it felt right, even if it was wrong.

When Pedro broke the kiss looking for some air, you still gave him a last peck on the lips, gently stroking his cheek and taking a step back.

"Wow" you whispered and smiled shyly "I've dreamed about that moment for so long. God knows how much I daydreamed that one day this exact scene would happen, now it did, it feels unreal" you looked at him and took his hand, gently squeezing it "and that's why it breaks my heart to see it happened too late. I'm sorry Pedro, but we can't do this. I'm really sorry that I don't believe you, I don't think you love me, I think you love the fact I was in love with you and that stroke your ego like nothing else, I was young, devoted, I would do anything for you and would take anything you had to offer, but we can't do this anymore. I can't do this to myself, I love myself more than I love you now, and I won't let anyone get in the way of that, not even you" she said and let go of his hand "I'll always love you and cherish you Pedro, but it's time to say goodbye"

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A/N: any feedbacks, let me know! Also, you guys have just met Wyatt! He is pretty much my OC and for the years I wrote for/roleplayed Victor Creed/Liev Schreiber he was always my character's son, and I developed an emotional connection with him even if he is not real, so I thought to myself, why not show the world what a ray of sunshine my fictional son is, right?

And yes, the bunny thing I got from Narcos because I thought Pablo Escobar had no right to be that cute while gifting his daughter a bunny, the way she got happy when he gave her su conejito just made me go all aww 🥰

[byunpum]

I've been stuck on your page for the last few hours, I'm obsessed. can i ask for something?

reader and neteyam really don't like each other but recently reader has been depressed and sad with homesickness. he notices and decides to show her Pandora's beauty and convince her that life is worth living. she does not understand the intention since they are always fighting. (Can be smut or just fluff

Pair: Neteyam x Human reader

Tw: Cute, neteyam being cute baby boii, worried, falling in love.

Warning: the characters have 20's. None, fluff <3

AVATAR MASTERLIST

"Are you sure it's absolutely unfixable" you ask as you watch max try to repair your old laptop. It was really old, half the keyboard didn't work, the battery was a mess and if it lasted more than 20 minutes without the charger it was a miracle. But it was the only thing you had to remember your parents. On the laptop there were moments you had lived with them, old and badly recorded videos. Of jokes and domestic moments. They were precious to you… since they had passed away. Your parents were part of the scientists who were chosen to stay in Pandora, but when the RDA returned to Pandora and burned a large part of the forest, your parents were nearby and died. Luckily for you, you had stayed with the sullys and Mo'at. You were barely a year old. In that old computer was the only thing you appreciated. And now it was damaged.

"I'm sorry Y/N… the most I can do is try to recover the memories. But I can't promise anything" says max, trying to solve your problem. The man knows this is so precious to you. You get up from the desk. "I'm going for a walk, yes?" you speak up, grabbing your coat and heading out for a walk. "Ok, watch out" max says, he decides to check the computer again to see what he can do. You get out of the wagon where the lab was, and start walking through a rocky area of the cave, which was now your home. Damn…you felt so bad. Frustrated and sad. The day couldn't get any worse, but you feel a tap on your head. You ignore the knock, maybe a rock fell from the ceiling. You keep walking for several seconds until you feel another tap. You stand still and hear a chuckle in the background.

"Neteyam…I know it's you idiot!!!" you yell, and turn to see the navi boy, sitting high up on a rock. Your nightmare himself, or so you were telling him. You two had grown up together, when you were kids you were very close, everyone even joked about the little romance you two had. But when you became teenagers you drifted apart and now that you are older, all you do is argue. It wasn't a big argument, but you didn't talk to each other regularly anymore and you and Neteyam wouldn't stop arguing. You watch as the boy leaves his resting place and walks towards you. - "Are you okay? Do you look a little…" neteyam asks, bringing a hand close to your face, causing you to pull away. -"Can you leave me alone?" you say, pulling away. - "Hey, I was just going to ask you if you've seen kiri, you idiot?" says neteyam. You turn around and roll your eyes. - "No…I don't know where she is and I don't care" you continue on your way leaving the boy alone.

Neteyam started to wonder why you were so upset with him, it's not like you guys were the closest. But your attitude today was very…aggressive. He decided to ignore this moment and focus on finding his sister, after all that was more important. The days passed and neteyam could notice how you had been absent from some activities. Well, your activities with kiri, you were always with her and tuk. And he had barely seen you. It wasn't like he was worried about you, but he was worried about his sisters. They were missing you. -"She must be sick," says tuk, to his sister. Kiri, tuk and neteyam were on their way to the lab where they always met you. -"I doubt it… she was fine. Maybe someone here said something stupid," says Kiri, looking at his older brother. Neteyam makes a face. -"I didn't do anything to her… they know I don't talk to her," says neteyam.

-"You don't talk to her…but you know where she is all the time," tuk speaks in a mocking voice. Causing his brother to blush, neteyam makes the greatest attempt to hide his embarrassment. The brothers arrive at the lab, and see that it's just max. -" "Hey guys, how are you?" the man is working with some new samples. -"Max…glad you're here, hey what's going on with Y/N. We haven't heard from her in days" asks Kiri. Max adjusts his hair a bit, and sighs. - "She's fine…it's just." the man bends down and pulls out something destroyed from under his desk. It's similar to the monitors his father has in the hut. -"What is that?" neteyam walks over to examine the object. -" This is a laptop, here…here were videos and memories of y/n's parents" says max, you could hear the sad voice.

-"She really appreciated this, but it's very old. So it broke," max keeps the pieces of the laptop under his desk. - "So she's just sad?" says tuk, the girl is worried about you. -"Yes, but don't worry, she'll be fine. She just needs space," says max, as he continues to work on his samples. -"Can we go to her room?" asks Kiri, Max says yes and they all go to Y/N's room. When they get there, they can see how the door is half open… Kiri and Tuk rush in. But neteyam stays at the edge of the door. They are silent, because they notice that you are fast asleep. But your face was swollen, they could tell you had cried yourself to sleep. The girls decide to leave your room, and let you rest.

After that day neteyam couldn't stop thinking about you, shit… he had never seen you so depressed. So he decided to do something about it. Neteyam sees how his father is looking at those weird monitors. -"Dad… what's that thing you use to store memories?" asks Neteyam. Jake laughs a little at his son's choice of words. -"Are you talking about the camera?" asks Jake, neteyam smiles in approval. - "Well…the camera is used to take pictures and also to record videos." jake says. Neteyam is thoughtful for a moment. - "Videos…like saved moments?" says neteyam. - "Yes…moments that are captured and you can watch them all the time," says Jake. The man can see his son in his deep thought, he sees how the ears were twitching and his tail was wagging slowly.

"What are you thinking?" asks jake, but neteyam says nothing and just says goodbye to his father and runs out of the hut. The night came quickly, and you had gone out to look for something in some boxes that were outside the lab wagon. It was the first time you had left your room in a whole week. "Hello" you recognize the voice, but compared to other times…this time it sounded soft. You turn around to see who it was. Neteyam was behind you, he looked so good. You could tell he had fixed the braids in his hair, and bet he had gone to the river. And he had new clothes on his body. -"Hi… everything okay?" you say, in comparison to you, who only had on a pair of legging shorts and a crop top. -"Are you busy?" asked neteyam, this took you by surprise because you swore you were going to say something stupid. -"mmm no…why?" you say, as you watch neteyam come a little closer. You can visualize his tail wagging faster behind him. -"Do you want to take a ride on the ikran?" asks neteyam, he is talking fast.

You keep quiet for a moment, it's been a long time since neteyam had been… not very nice to say the least. And now he's behaving like this? What was he planning? -"Are you going to throw me from the heights?" you speak, crossing your arms across your chest. Neteyam laughs a little, and pulls out a small bundle from his bag that was hanging around his waist. From what you can analyze, it was an outfit. -"Look… I made this for you. Why don't you put it on. I'll be waiting for you my ikran" before you protested, neteyam tapped your head and walked out to her ikran. You look at the clothes he had given you, they were beautiful. It was hand woven and with beautiful beads and stones. You didn't want to argue or ask too much about the why of things. So you decide to change your clothes, at least you were going to wear the top. And you hadn't been out for a week, what could go wrong. After changing you get to where neteyam was.

-"It looks great on you," says Neteyam, smiling at you. - "How did you know my measurements?" you ask, as you approach neteyam's ikran. -"I don't know…I just guessed. Or I got lucky" neteyam helps you onto the ikran, and he sits behind you. Placing one of his hands on your hip. Sometimes you forget how big he is, because you can notice how his hand closes around your waist. -"Well…let's go!" says neteyam ordering his ikran to start taking off. This trip was what you needed to clear your mind. These days had been hard for you and you were actually enjoying all this. You had your hands up and let the air hit your face as you screamed. You could feel neteyam's laughter behind you, and as his grip on your waist grew tighter. You place one of your hands on top of his, and look up to look at him. Neteyam gives you a smile, ohh eywa… how you liked this boy. He looked so cute, he looked so happy. And the simple fact that he was making you feel happy made your feelings grow even more.

After flying for 1 hour, neteyam decides to land in a specific zone that he had planned, in the last hours. They arrive and you get off the ikran quite happy and more animated than at the beginning. -"Where are we going?" you ask, but neteyam says nothing. He just takes your small hand and drags you deeper into the jungle. As you go deeper you can see how the colors intensify, even more than you had seen before. You can see how everything has a life of its own, how everything is in harmony. Everything was so beautiful. You come to a kind of tree that is bordered by a river. -"This is…wow" you speak, you had no words to describe what you seeing. -"Do you like it?" asks neteyam, you see how the boy sits down on the grass, and you join him. -"Do I like it? I love all this…it's so" your eyes fill a little with tears. "I thought it was a good idea…so you could have more memories. Here" says neteyam pointing to your head. You open your eyes, and he can see tears welling up in your eyes. -I'm sorry… I don't want to cry. besides, why are you acting like this? You've never been…you know" you try to change the subject.

Neteyam comes closer to you. You can feel his tail tapping you on your back. He looked nervous and started playing with his fingers. -"Well…I feel a little bad for treating you that way. I thought you didn't want to spend any more time with me and I just…" says Neteyam, trying to put his words together to make some sense. -"I didn't want to spend time with you? You're the one who walked away!!!" you say, pushing him a little. You both fell silent until you started laughing. -" So all this time…it was a misunderstanding" says neteyam, you just smile. And you keep looking at the jungle lighting. Neteyam stares at your face, and you see how the lights illuminated the exact spots. As the color of your eyes got stronger and the cool breeze moved your hair. -"I hope this… helps your sadness a little," says Neteyam. You look at him and give him a tender smile. - "Yes…it does" you lean back on his arm, enjoying the tranquility.

-"Oh…wait. Don't move" neteyam says, quickly getting up and running a corner of the tree. The boy pulls out some sort of border made of wood. He puts it in front of you and then sits down at the other end. -" click…in 1,2 and 3…recording running" neteyam has a giant smile on his face, as he starts running around you. Imitating an ikran and making his noises. -"What are you doing?" you laugh at his actions, but can't help but smile. Neteyam kneels in front of the frame, and pokes his head through the wood. "I'm recording a new memory for you" neteyam speaks, as once again he watch the tears well up in your eyes.

-"Oh…are you sad?" you lean in close to his face and kiss him on the lips. You were grateful for the new technology Norm had created (I'm talking about the new masks here). If only he knew that this detail had brightened your existence. The kiss was warm and sweet, you have your hands wrapped around his cheeks to bring him closer to you and he is leaning down to reach your height. As you pull away, you see neteyam's pupils dilate and his little ears move quickly. -"No silly…I'm happy…I'm in love" you shout. You get up from the floor and start doing the same thing he was doing before, waving your hands in the air. Neteyam just stares at you, maybe…he was the one who was recording a new memory.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Helping Vash Get Cleaned Up After the Incident in July

Vash the Stampede X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Suggestive themes, mentions of nudity, angst, mentions of deaths, and steam

Word Count: 1k

(A/N:) I am drowning in Trigun Stampede feels. I needed to write something to make me feel better (it helped a little bit). I want Vash to be happy, somebody please stop writing bad things happening to him!! He deserves good things and I just have all the Vash feels. So I have SEVERAL ideas in my drafts for both him and Nicholas so my fellow Trigun fangirls be on the lookout as I keep working and hopefully get around to posting more often! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

After the disaster of July, your heart ached horribly for the lives lost in the incident. But you found yourself worrying more about a blond haired man more than anything. Once the news of the destruction was done an announcement followed about the raised bounty of the person responsible for such a horrific act. Vash the Stampede now had a sixty billion double dollar bounty stamped across his name and every bounty hunter with the guts to go after him on his tail. You worriedly waited for the fateful moment that he would find his way at your doorstep every night. You didn’t have to wait long as a week later Vash stumbled right to your door, collapsing at your feet.

You struggled getting him inside before you were finally able to get him in and shut the door. Vash sat limply in a chair, a ragged cloth draped over his form leaving him in shadow, while his normally styled hair hung limply in dirty knots. He didn’t speak or even look at you, keeping his eyes down to stare holes into the floor. You sighed tiredly, knowing that he was blaming himself for everything. Nothing was truly his fault, but Vash always took the world and it’s problems on his shoulders. He probably didn’t understand why he brought himself to your door as he worried about bringing destruction down upon your home. You shook your head grabbing his arm and tugging him up to his feet.

“You don’t have to talk,” you started walking while tugging him along, “or explain anything. But you will follow me and do what I tell you. No arguing.”

You brought him into your bathroom where you started running water into an old wooden tub you kept for your baths. He started to protest, Vash’s voice rough with disuse but you quickly shushed him, continuing on with your work.

“Get undressed,” you stated with no room for arguments. “I’m going to get you cleaned up.”

Vash just sighed in defeat as you turned back to focus on getting the tub filled and the necessary items to get him all clean. Bashfully Vash stood in the middle of the bathroom waiting for you to finish with the running water. You didn’t focus on that the man you cared for dearly was standing naked in the middle of the room, but the sight of all the scars and metal marring his flesh made you gasp in concern.

“Vash,” you whimpered. He stood there stiffly before looking away as you got closer to him. “Oh Vash.”

You reached out and he flinched, ashamed that you were seeing the sad state his body was in and what he had done to himself all for the sake of his ideals. Still you didn’t let his embarrassment stop you as you traced the metal across his pectoral.

“Sorry I’m so hideous,” he grinned sadly which just made you glare at him.

“You aren’t hideous,” you stated a little angry that he thought that way. The look in his once bright blue eyes had you tugging him into your embrace. “You’ll never be hideous to me. Now get in the tub, you’ll feel much better once you’re all clean.”

“Yes ma’am,” Vash chuckled entering the water. He watched you for a couple seconds just waiting for you to leave. You stayed there staring back before making your way back to the tub. Kneeling down you grabbed the wash cloth, dipping it into the still warm water and rubbing it across his grimy skin. You traced all the scars, leaving tender touches to each one as you went along. Vash shivered at your touch despite the heat of the water. The water grew murky quickly as you made sure that all the dirt was washed away. You wished greatly that you could scrub away guilt as easily as the sands of Noman’s Land. Vash relaxed a little at the attention you laved upon him, all thoughts of the scars he hated so much melting away at every touch you gifted them. 

You knew Vash had always seemed a little flustered around you, but you were happy to see him relax. Normally you wouldn’t stick around and watch or help him bathe, but when you had seen him so exhausted at your doorstep that he wound up collapsing at your doorstep you couldn’t leave him alone. Bringing him back to his fun and goofy self was your newest mission. Vash stiffened when you leaned forward, placing your hand in the water to use the tub as leverage. He felt your fingertips brush against his bare thigh, making his eyes widened. You brushed your lips gently against his chapped ones.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” you whispered.

Vash continued to stare before he placed a damp hand on the back of your head and brought you closer. Before you could ask what he was doing, his lips were on yours. You melted into his embrace, letting Vash do whatever he needed to take from you. He stood up taking you with him as water splashed onto the floor in large puddles. You groaned tangling your fingers in his hair, ignoring the fact that your comfortable clothes were quickly becoming soaked. Vash held on tightly your smaller form fitting against his like the perfect puzzle piece. He hadn’t been able to relax or feel at peace one day since the destruction of July, but now that he was here with you he finally found that comfort he had been longing for. He held on tightly not wanting to ever let go as you saw him as he wanted to be seen. You didn’t judge him or force him to open up, you quietly stood by just waiting for the times he needed you. He loved you greatly and he was thankful that he found someone like you. All cleaned and freshly dressed, Vash watched you fall asleep against him, your warm breath puffing against his neck. He held on tighter letting himself relax for the first time in so long.

[kangals]

thank you for such a thorough answer to my question about COI!! i don’t know anything at all about dog breeding, all of mine have come off the streets lol. it is BONKERS to me that the breed average for collies is 40%. so does that mean that most of the collies i see out in the world are kind of related? also i know you said w dobermans there’s not really any way to breed away from it, is it the same with collies? are breeders working to move that average % down?

thank you for sending me an ask that tickled the 'adhd special interests' section of my brain lmao

so are all collies related - yes and no. yes, in the sense that they all descend from the same ancestors and share genetics. no, in the sense that on paper they're not related. for example: stellina comes from a long-time breeder of show dogs on the US east coast. @as-old-roads audrey (my beloved) was a rehome who originally came from a midwest puppy mill. our dogs do not have any shared members of the family tree for several generations back. they're, at best, extremely distant cousins. and when we compared their DNA test results... they were 50% genetic matches for each other. that's not from being actual relatives - that's just because the collie gene pool is small enough that if you take a random scoop, you overlap with someone else 🤷

is there a way to breed away from high COI - not really, which is the tricky part of it. COI will always accumulate over time, meaning that as long as no new blood is introduced, each generation will have higher COI than the last. the way to combat this is A) start with a very large population of founding dogs (obv not an option for collies anymore, as the breed was developed in the 1800s); B) allow new blood through an "open studbook" (anyone with a collie-ish dog can breed their dog and have the offspring registered as collies if it's determined they look enough like a pure collie); or C) dedicated outcross programs (specifically seeking out unrelated collie-type dogs to cross to pure collies and then breeding those offspring back to pure collies to try and add more diversity without sacrificing the breed type)

the first option (large founding population) isn't viable anymore - we know that the original collies were developed from the native working farm dogs in whats now the UK, and then people said 'hey these dogs are pretty' and started breeding them specifically for bench/show moreso than herding, which is what makes the collies such a (IMO) lovely blend of herding and companion/family dog. we know other dogs were crossed in during development, but we don't have records of what: we've heard rumors that borzoi were added, and gordon setter, among others, but we can't say for sure. but regardless, this ship has sailed.

the second two options - the open studbook and outcross problems - are workable in theory, however they're not magic fix-alls. while COI/diversity is very important, it's also not the end-all be-all to health (as evidence by the fact that collies as a breed are doing really good health-wise). however, the biggest positive is also the biggest negative: you're diluting what's already in the gene pool. collies have high COI, but they also have very unique temperaments - they're very gentle, polite, exceptional with children, watchful but non-aggressive, intelligent, driven but not obsessive. i love the collie personality - that's what makes them collies, and not just random fluffy herding dogs. the idea of bringing in non-collies to the studbooks and creating generations of dogs that didn't have that same unique collie personality is so, so sad for me to think about. and yes in theory you can try and breed back to the traits you like, but what if you've now introduced, say, resource guarding into the gene pool? or fearfulness? or a health issue like DCM? there's such a fine line as to what makes a breed a breed, and it is very easy to deviate from that, even accidentally.

are breeders working to move the COI down - 😬 ymmv but most of the breeders i've talked to have a very "well it's not a problem so i'm not concerned" type of thinking about it. which, again, yeah the dogs are healthy now, but i think it shows a serious lack of foresight to not be concerned. but, these high COI show dogs are producing very consistent puppies who are doing consistently well at shows, so that's whats being bred. and that means that the breeders who are passionate about breeding and showing The Collie, and the breeders who want to do outcrosses and open studbooks, tend to have very, very little overlap. i've not seen any outcross programs that are worth following IMO (and i don't consider "old time scotch collie" to be outcross programs, as those OTSC dogs are supposed to be significantly different. if you're not aiming to keep your dogs part of the original breed, then it's not an outcross, it's a different breed).

i would love to see collie breeders and the collie breed club actually work together and focus on specific, dedicated outcross projects. or a formal procedure for allowing new blood into the studbooks. but unless something happens to really light a fire under their asses, i doubt it'll happen. so for now i'll stick with my worryingly-high COI dogs, with the temperaments and health that i love, and hope that the breed manages to defy the odds and stay healthy.

[lionlena]

1. New job, new problems... (PedroPascalxreader) - one shot

Ok, so here's the first one shot of: one shots week. As I wrote, I was inspired by my problems, but don't take everything literally, because of course I changed some things, but generally yes, my new co-workers are mean bitches. But I've come to terms with it. At least instead of talking to them, I write ff xD

Summary: co-workers at your new job treat you badly. You try to hide it from your boyfriend, but even from a distance Pedro senses that something is wrong.

Warnings: little sad but later fluff and loving, caring Pedro

This can be considered as a continuation: ♡Just let it go…

You were happy when you got a new job where you made more money. No matter how many times Pedro told that you could have his money. You felt bad about it and wanted to prove to him that you weren't with him for the money.

However, you soon found out that your new job was a nightmare. And it wasn't the job itself, because it was easy and fun for you. Your co-workers were the problem. You ended up in a three-person team consisting of all women, and you felt their hostility from the very beginning. They had trouble giving you the simplest of information, like where the bathroom is. They responded with annoyance to your every question. But you thought they'd get used to you over time. You were polite and tried to have little chats with them, but it was not effective because they ignored you. With each passing day, you felt worse and worse, and as if your misfortune wasn't enough, Pedro flew to the set in Morocco.

You sighed heavily as you sat alone at a table during your lunch break. You've been scrolling through the photos fans have taken of your boyfriend. It always made you feel a little better and made you forget everything for a moment. Your boyfriend looked pleased, though you could see he was tired. You wanted so much to hug him and make sure he was taking care of himself.

Of course, Pedro wanted you to go with him. At least for a few days, but you couldn't take free time from your new job so quickly. Another minus.

And of course, every time you spoke to him, you said everything was fine. You didn't want to worry him. You knew he should be focused on a movie set.

You were just looking at a photo of Pedro wearing a white t-shirt that was visibly wet at the bottom. You smiled and started to wonder what your beloved had done. Knowing him, he probably spilled something on himself. Pedro was so clumsy sometimes. But you loved it about him. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice your co-workers walking past you. Their sudden giggles made you jump and almost drop your phone.

"Seriously Y/N," Jane said. "You'd better focus on your job, not on dreaming about some actor who doesn't even know you exist."

You had to bite your tongue not to say that unlike her, you work instead of filing your nails half the day.

"I don't know what these girls see in him," Michele said.

You perfectly saw how a few days earlier she was drooling at the monitor when she was reading an article about your boyfriend.

Before you could answer anything, they walked away laughing like crazy.

When you talked to Pedro in the evening, you could hardly keep your composure. He asked you several times if you were okay.

"Honey, you really do sound kind of weird," he said sadly.

"I'm really fine... I've had a busy day today and I think I'm having a migraine."

"My poor baby," he cooed. "Maybe you should lie down."

"That's what I'll do."

"Do you want me to talk to you on the phone until you fall asleep?"

You wanted to cry. Your boyfriend was so sweet and caring.

"Yes," you whispered.

You only felt worse for the next few days. Even during lunch, you didn't look at pictures with Pedro because your co-workers always sat at the table next to you. You were sure those bitches did it on purpose. It was ridiculous and you felt like you were in high school.

You started wondering if you should just start going out to some restaurant for lunch. You would have less time then, but you would gain peace of mind. Suddenly you heard some commotion behind you.

"Is that him? It's impossible," Michele murmured.

You turned around and your heart leaped. You couldn't believe your eyes. A smiling Pedro was walking towards you with a small bouquet of your favorite flowers. You couldn't take it any longer and ran over to him. He welcomed you with open arms and hugged you tightly. You pulled away from him after a while, to look into his eyes. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the silly faces of these three bitches.

"What are you doing here?" you choked out.

"Did you really think I wouldn't sense something was wrong?" He stroked your cheek gently. "I'm back only for two days, but I hope it's enough."

You nodded and murmured, "I still have a few hours left at work."

"I know, but I couldn't wait to see you. I'll pick you up in the car so you don't have to take the subway back and we'll spend a wonderful evening together."

You blushed involuntarily, and he chuckled and whispered in your ear, "Yeah, I'm thinking about that too."

You shook your head and groaned as you realized you had to get back to work. You kissed Pedro on goodbye.

Suddenly your co-workers wanted to talk to you, but this time you ignored them. It was really sweet revenge.

Pedro has come for you as promised. On the way, he picked up food from your favorite restaurant. At home, he lit the candles and asked, "Dinner first, or bath first?"

You looked at him lovingly. "Dinner."

After you ate, he prepared an aromatic, warm bath for you. The tub was big enough for both of you to fit comfortably. You sat between his legs and rested your head on his chest. His big hands traced patterns on your breasts and belly. You finally felt relaxed. You closed your eyes and sighed heavily. You felt Pedro kiss you on the head. "My love, can you tell me what's been making you so sad lately?"

You nodded and squeezed his hand tightly. Though you tried to be calm, your voice trembled a few times as you told him about your job and how your co-workers treated you.

Pedro listened to you carefully, and at the end of your story, he hugged you tightly and kissed your shoulder.

"I'm so sorry babe. These stupid women should be glad to be working with someone as great as you." He placed a kiss on your shoulder again. "I know we've talked about this before, but you don't have to work. You know that. Why do I need money if I can't make the people I love happy?"

You smiled and squeezed his arm. "I know baby. But I want to go back there and watch those bitches die of jealousy because I have the most amazing and handsome boyfriend in the world."

Pedro chuckled and hugged you tighter. "Can this most amazing and handsome boy take you to bed and enjoy your body?"

"Yes!" you squeaked.

A week later, your boss appreciated your work and decided to transfer you to a new, more experienced team. Your new co-workers turned out to be very friendly and communicative. Enjoyed your job again. Though it was nice knowing you had a great boyfriend thanks to whom you don't have to work. And you don't have to worry about money.

Taglist: @creedslove

[rewritingcanon]

( hi is the person who sent you those next gen hcs. Sorry if this bothers you but I decided to make a part 2, hopefully better formated of more hcs or just expanding on the past ones. My interpretation of them!)

About the teddy lupin hc with his teeth- yes! He would most likely mess up his teeth worse then they already were so Andromeda had to get him braces despite his protests and begging. After being straped to the chair and wearing them for like 2 years his tooth gap was still there SO HE DID ALL THAT FOR NOTHING. (biggest L he's ever taken)

Lilly wears lots of colorful and wacky earrings just like aunt luna. They probably trade pairs or something.

James sirius is really into cinema especially horror. He loves being scared and most of the time he just laughs at the jumpscares. I also feel like he has written entire analysis in his head on the things he's fixated on but doesn't have the energy to write them down so he just rants about his favorite stuff to his family.

Victoire was the one making moves on teddy not the other way around. This made bills distaste for teddy even worse cause he wasn't even the one doing anything 🙄

Albus's room is filled with action figures, stuffed animals, posters ect of all the stuff he enjoys. Like people always talk about how much of a loser scorpius is but not so much albus. Trust me though he goes to bed reading fanfiction and was most definitely "the weird kid" at school. Probably grew up watching markiplier and jacksepticeye.

Teddy gives me those vibes where every time something happens teddy just goes "don't worry, I know a guy" and proceeds to fix the problem.

Victoire is really close to her maternal grandpa because everyone on the weasley family had lost stuff to the war including her parents so her grandfather was 1 of the only people in her family that didn't have any tragedy on her birthday so he was one of the few people who celebrated it without any sadness about the day. Then later teddy did as well.

Albus likes to draw and several pages of his sketch book is dedicated to just scorpius.

So when it comes to scorpius's appearance I kinda wrestled with it because on one hand there's no way he's not attractive because his mother is Astoria. Not even draco too just Astoria is enough to make that kid divine looking but if he was super pretty then there's no way he wouldn't be asked out even if it was just for shallow reasons. So in my head he is pretty but looks like a corpse. He has eye bags, beauty marks all over his body he's pale and skinny too so he doesn't look human. Albus of course thinks he looks like a sculpture but others think he looks uncanny.

Teddy loved being in the woods/forest cause he loved running around and getting all that energy out. Probably met a old man named Charles who taught him how to fish and scavenge or something. Nobody knew teddy was being fr when he talked about Charles because Charles was probably some urban legend. He was being real though.

(Anyway hope you don't mind me sending you these! if I wrote a fanfic I would include all this stuff but unfortunately I don't have the dedication or skill to do that)

aw ted babe noooo (little does he know a beautiful person without a tooth gap is like an angel without their wings so in truth he was saved).

i agree with all of these lmfao. i feel like luna makes lily earrings for her birthday every year like a tradition. i also heavily fw assertive victoire— i like to think teddy had always been the flirty, confident one in his other relationships and victoire had been shyer in her other relationships but the roles are just reversed when they actually get together. and james being a horror movie freak is soooo real to me, he laughs at all the western films and only genuinely gets kicks out of asian horror movies. victoire with her maternal grandpa is so cute man, its canon to me now. and i have ALWAYS said this about teddy but he is the definition of “i know a guy.” he could get you any job, get you out of any situation ever, “everybody’s got a cousin who can hook you up with something” type. and charles bro 💀💀 yeah you’re so right nobody believed teddy when he said he mastered muay thai until he whipped out martial moves, or when he learnt tagalog when rooming with this old lady in the phillipines until he started rapping a song in it 😭 the only person who would believe him immediately with no questions asked is andromeda. hes so freaky, now he could tell people he was the first one to set foot on mars and everyone will be obligated to believe him.

“not even draco too just astoria is enough to make that kid divine looking” this is the truest yeah 😭😭 ok ok you’re actually so right about this, scorpius would be attractive but unconventional-looking. i feel like his uncanny years is only in school though, no one saw the vision but albus and it paid off sooooo well in the end.

[vivyen-qwq]

Can we please talk about Knuckles history/ past?

I just saw a tick tock video, which topping was sad history and showed pictures of Movie Sonic, Tails, Knuckles (and that fanmade movie Shadow version).

That made me think.

When I was a kid, I always saw Knuckles as my favorite character because he was cool, red, and strong. But today, he is my favorite because of his sad story. And I personally think that he has the most sadest story of all Sonic characters. Allow me to explain:

1. He has no real family. His entire race died because they wanted to use the Chaos and the Master Emerald for evil stuff. They all died, and Tikal sacrificed herself to seal Chaos. So Knuckles had to grow up by himself, hunting/ finding food, without a mother or father or anyone, all by himself, alone for 16 years. I mean, yes, the little Chaos are there to keep him company, but they can't talk or take care of him much of him.

2. His feelings: He is naive and believed Eggman several times and teamed up with him, despite knowing that Eggman was evil, but still tried to see the good in him, which was all for nothing, because Eggman used him. Then we have Rouge, the flying bat thieve who is trying to get the Master Emerald. She would fight and flirt her way through to get what she wanted and now image. This boy never had someone to love him, so he doesn't really know what love is (I guess) and now imagine how it would feel to have a girl flirting with you, but not being sure if she is serious about this or just wants the Master Emerald. This makes Knuckles even more insecure than he already is because he is constantly alarmed when someone calls out Rouges' name like we saw in the Tails tube video.

3. Angel Island: Like I mentioned in the first point, Knuckles' ancestors wanted to use the power of chaos for evil stuff, so Knuckles wants to fix his ancestor's mistakes by guarding and protecting the island without any help from others. But the problem is, if he doesn't take the other's help, then he will never be free from that burden. Everyone can be on earth and go wherever they desire, but he can't. He is trapped on the island because he knows that no one except him will guard the Master Emerald without even a "thank you". A lot of people are not seeing how much Knuckles does to protect others by staying on Angel Island and protecting that Emerald.

Also, he is the only one who can communicate with the M.E. to neutralize the Chaos Emeralds' power. He will forever be bound to that big responsibility, whether he likes it or not. He is never going to be free, and he knows it. That's why he sees no real purpose in life except for having fun and doing your best (what he said in the Twitter takeover). I mean, yes, he leaves the island to watch "One Punch Man" at Cream's and Vanilas' place, but guess who will probably use that to his advantage: Eggman.

4. His friends: Sonic seems to be the only one who really cares about Knuckle's lonelynes. When they had that short, deep talk during Frontiers, Sonic said that his friends were there to support him. But in the last Twitter takeover, when it was mentioned that Knuckles had a fan, he talked very low of himself, seeing himself as a character who doesn't or shouldn't have fans. Sonic told him to be nicer to his fans, and Amy asked him about his personality, where he replied that everything sucks. It was quite obvious that Knuckles spoke very low of himself, but Tails tried to brush him off.

Why wouldn't his friends try to be more supporting, maybe saying that it wasn't really his fault? Or trying to make him see the good things in himself?

Like, Tails got into a big group hug when they were told that Tails didn't have a home back then. Or when they talk about Maria when Shadow is there, it is a sensitive topping, and they are making sure not to hurt Shadow's feelings. Or when Sonic had that dream about him saving the city and no one noticing, they gave him therapy.

But Knuckles doesn't get that treatment?

Yes, Sonic talked to him in Frontiers, but why not in the takeover? Why not get more support for him?

So yeah, that's what I've been thinking.

Knuckles sure had some character development, but it doesn't change his history or the fact that he will forever have to stay on the floating island.

I really would like it if someone stayed by his side and visited him sometimes so Knuckle could have some rest or simply would have someone to talk to for at least once in a while.

[joanna-lannister]

I promised I would make a masterlist of all my favorite JC fanfictions, so here you go. Those fics aren't sorted out by Canon or AU, they are just a mix of what I loved over the years.

How My Story Ends by Millie55 Cersei and her army arrive in Winterfell to aide in the battle against the Night King. Or Cersei and Jaime reunite in Winterfell.

Casablanca by LordStannisTheGodDamnMannis666 Tywin extends Jaime’s business trip abroad at short notice with express instructions to fly directly to the next country. Jaime however rather likes the idea of a detour, and he knows the perfect person to join him. Aka As long as he gets there by Monday morning it doesn’t really matter what he does in the meantime, does it?

They Want to Make Me Their Queen by Millie55 Cersei has lost everything except 2 things: Jaime, and her Kingdom.

Until Death Do Us Part by LordStannisTheGodDamnMannis666 A new law is passed in parliament that changes Jaime and Cersei's lives for good, allowing them the opportunities, freedom, and happiness that they once could only dare to hope for.

my blood alone remains by houselannister The Austrian Princess is barely fourteen when she leaves her homeland for France. She speaks very little French, and is wilful, stubborn and capricious. She leaves Vienna with an escort of two thousand men, loyal Austrian soldiers.

The Ribbon by Magnolie Cersei is shipped off to France by their mother to part her from Jaime. But there is no without each other for them, only together.

Oh come all ye faithful by Magnolie Jaime and Cersei have their own ways and excuses to escape the boring Christmas Parties and even if they have to stay... there is always a way to spice things up.

therefore each to other bound by copacet Having escaped Stark custody, Jaime returns to King's Landing during the Battle of the Blackwater—thus solving some of his family's problems while also creating several new ones.

of love and beauty by liesmyth “We’re lions.” Jaime’s hand clasped around her own. “Let them all choke on it.”

The Price of Love by nightingalesighs Cersei studies her sleeping twin’s face one night trying to pinpoint when Jaime’s feature’s had changed. When his hair had started going grey and what caused the wrinkles on his familiar face.

She's always been afraid of storms by vwoolf Cersei's afraid of storms and seeks out her brother's company.

you gave away what you never really had, and now your purse is empty, I can see why you're sad by houselannister It's been five years since Jaime left London. Now Tywin is dead, and business is business. Cersei flies to Paris to get what's hers.

foreshore by lutece Still, the lions linger—perhaps they are dead across the sea, but in Pentos they have flourished with their cub.

The Better Cure by corrielle After being unhorsed by Loras Tyrell on Prince Joffrey's name day, Jaime visits Cersei to soothe his wounded pride.

perihelion by houselannister London, 2020 - After Tywin Lannister's death, Jaime and Tyrion uncover their father's most precious secret: a hidden sister. Money and power intersect with family and obsession.

Prophecies & Promises by spinsterclaire When the 18-year old Lannister twins find themselves locked out of their father's townhome, they visit an old acquaintance to escape the Manhattan blizzard. There, they must confront their fears about keeping promises, accepting fate, and bringing new life into the world.

Study Me, Study You by LordStannisTheGodDamnMannis666 Jaime needs help with his homework, and who better to help than Cersei?

Take My Hand, The Night Grows Ever Colder by LordStannisTheGodDamnMannis666 Across the Narrow Sea, in a stone house on the shore of Pentos, Cersei Lannister dreams of her children.

The Loneliest Girl in Town by Millie55 Cersei fears she may have lost Jaime for good - every last piece of him.

Quiet. by frozenpapers Tywin interrupts Cersei and Jaime.

Hush. by frozenpapers A phone call interrupts Cersei and Jaime.

[akookminsupporter]

THIS IS FOR THE HATERS, FOR KPOPPIES, FOR THE SOLO STANS AND FOR THE FUCKING OT6.

If you want to leave after this post, be my fucking guest.

FUCK YOU ALL. GO TO THE FUCKING HELL YOU CAME FROM. YOU BUNCH OF ENVIOUS, TALENTLESS ASSHOLES. ROT IN HELL.

I think that pretty much sums up how I feel. I'm sick of it. I'm fucking sick of the treatment Jimin gets online from a bunch of envious, selfish, stupid people who can't stand the fact that Jimin is bigger than all their fucking favs combined. Yes, I said it and I stand by it.

I don't know what the point of this post is, at the moment I just want to vent and try to put into words the frustration, anger and sadness I feel.

When it was announced that Jimin would be releasing his first solo EP many of us braced ourselves for what was to come. What was meant to be a moment of complete happiness also turned into something we dreaded. Many of us knew that it wouldn't be easy, that many would doubt, criticise and attack Jimin even for the way he holds the microphone, but as always, reality overcame fiction.

When the agency announced the schedule of activities on the road to the release of the album, the problems started, but at that time, the problems were purely internal.

Solo stans and OT6 started to complain, to accuse of favouritism and injustice. They complained that the releases of JIB, The Astronaut and Indigo were unfair, conveniently forgetting everything the guys did during their releases, but the fact that Jimin decided to make a more typical BTS schedule, shall we say, didn't sit well with them.

As more information came out about Jimin's solo moves, more complaints were heard from sectors of the fandom or social media, mainly Twitter to no one's surprise. Even though deep down it was all fear, Park Jimin was coming and they knew he would take the industry by storm.

The closer it got to D-Day, the more chaos ensued. There were complaints and accusations about Jimin-centric accounts, there were complaints about donations and much more. The fact that other members put out content during all that time somehow made everything even tenser.

Amidst all the chaos, discussions and so on, millions of us were excited because we knew that what was to come was going to be big.

I think I've said it several times in this blog but I've always believed that Jimin and Jungkook have the potential to have a huge solo careers. They are mainly always breaking records and setting new ones. They have something else, that makes them successful, by this, I don't mean that other members won't be because they have already proven that they are, they have achieved almost everything as BTS and it is obvious they will do the same as solo artists! But Jimin and Jungkook are different. Their popularity in the charts proves it and their popularity with the locals or the general public too and I know that's what scares a lot of people. 

Finally, the wait was over and Set Me Free Pt. 2 came out. That song and that MV wasn't something we expected, but it was something we needed and it was what it took to make the haters, kpoppies, Solo stans and OT6 tremble. If this is what the re-release was like, what would the album be like?

SMFPT2 came in breaking records. Fans and Locals loved the song and the MV. We were all surprised, but at the same time proud that Jimin was showing the world what kind of artist he is and what he can do. For a long time, many talked about his duality, now it was time to talk about his versatility as an artist.

And then the album arrived.

When the album FACE has finally released the fandom responded as it should. Support was seen from day one, or at least support from those who mattered. The OT6 and the Solos Stans kept complaining, but their bullshit was buried by the emotion, love and pride we all felt for Jimin. But after that, a bigger enemy showed its face: The industry.

The problems have been the same ones BTS has always encountered: Hanteo, Spotify, YouTube and bloody kpoppies.

What happened with the 3 companies mentioned above is ridiculous. What's still going on with those companies is stupid and it's all happening in broad daylight without anyone other than the fandom saying anything is insane. BTS is indisputably the biggest music group in the world, but still, the industry feels apathy about them. Still, the industry is afraid to see them succeed. Whether as a group or as solo artists.

Jimin particularly generates fear in all of them because he is extremely popular... with the general public and that is something that many don't dare to acknowledge. Jimin not only has ARMY as fans, he also has the power to attract fans from the general public. Jimin showed that he has the talent to break down barriers and that scares a lot of fans because their favs are not capable of that. And that is precisely the problem.

Jimin is a person who works quietly but shows loud results. And that scares a lot of people. All the hate we are seeing against him on the net is nothing but fear and envy. Park Jimin is here to stay.

The accusations of payola and favouritism came back with a vengeance. Criticisms of his talent and attempts to oti7ify his achievements and his work have come out like hotcakes from all sides. The anger and envy of many have been shamefully evident and the lower they all fall, the higher Jimin goes.

Finally, what has happened in the last few days with kpoppies is despicable but not entirely surprising. Before they had to fight with only one group, now they have to fight with 7 individual artists. They were angrier with Jimin because he is breaking all the records. Because he is everywhere and because the people, the general public, love him. And because Jimin's mere existence annoys them and that goes for OT6 and Solo stans too. Jimin is not perfect, but hell, he has the merits to be.

Jimin will continue to win, he will continue to break records, he will continue to sign lucrative contracts and if we're lucky, he will continue to give us great music and while Jimin does all that, his haters will continue to be a bunch of pathetic, envious people whose only aspiration is for someone to Like and comment on one of their stupid posts.

The chances of breaking more records on Billboard are scary but hopeful. Whatever the outcome Jimin worked very hard for his album. He trusted us with his thoughts and emotions and we will always be grateful for that. The effort that the fandom has made all these days is admirable, the fight that the US and Puerto Rican fans have put up is incredible and we hope to see the reward soon.

I understand that it's frustrating, this post started with me writing my frustration, but I also understand that karma is real and that Jimin's karma, bts karma is powerful. And although it is infuriating and sometimes discouraging, we must always remember that there is a person in Korea, in the city of Seoul who understands us.

[desultory-novice]

I recently found out that “weekend Susie” is a mistranslation and it’s actually called “susie on vacation” in jpn. I’m pretty sure she’s supposed to be Susie in the future like Manager Magolor..any ideas on why shes missing her hairclip and the “Secretary” title she always has in jpn? Susie is so hard to figure out..like how she only smiles three times in the entirety of robobot (once when she takes the program controller and twice when singing the noble haltmann but ONLY when saying the words father in jpn) so I’m curious on what your thoughts are on her (and unfortunately has the worst localization ever…i had to look at the robobot translations from @/kaialone on tumblr) sorry for rambling but shes so interesting to me and it’s a bit sad seeing how a lot of the details she has in characterization never get talked about

Anon...Did you somehow know I've been replaying Robobot in Japanese?! And it's basically strengthened my confirmation that some people - though less than before - are a bit too harsh and/or restrictive in their takes on both Susie and her father. 

That said, I do I try to give people room to "safely hate" these fictional characters as, for a lot of people, it may be one of their only ways of processing a gross problem that affects the real world/so much of history that they can't do much about.

But I love the silly/tragic Haltmann family. I'm sympathetic and even semi-defensive towards 'em. Which is why I'm happy to answer any good faith Haltmann asks.

Ahem! Also, before I get into it, I wanted to say that technically "Weekend Susie" vs "Susie on Vacation" is not a mistranslation per se.

What it IS is a localization.

休日 can mean "vacation," yes. When you break down the kanji, literally it is made up of the words "rest day." So it can also be just about any day when you're not working/not at school/not busy.

For most of western civilization (not me because I'm a contractor XD ) the weekends are people's "rest days." To read 休日 as "weekend" might not even be that much of a stretch/localization!

Probably explains the lack of "secretary" title. She's literally not on the clock! As for the hairclip, who can say...? Similar reasons? I know in Susie's case, it's sentimental, though hairpins in Japan often have this association with studiousness/"time to get serious" so removing it is an easy indicator "She's allowing herself time to be silly!"

I do like to imagine that this is a post-canon Susie though. That girl deserves something nice after her trauma...

Anyway, reminder that post-FL, the localizers have been working more closely with the Japanese team to create a more accurate translation for us. I know the wounds from PR's rough translation (and SA's fast-and-loose in weird places one) still hurt, oof, but the Kirby series is getting better about its translations!!

Actually... you know... there's not THAT many cutscenes...

Maybe I will make my own "If they'd hired Dess to translate Planet Robobot" translation of the game? I've already threatened several times to do a full translation of "The Noble Haltmann" with all references/metaphors intact...

But yes! Speaking of how Susie uses her emotions, I was so moved by something in her first meeting with Kirby, I actually wrote about it! And I'm going to share it here, because you might find it interesting~

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So, I had my eyes peeled for any interesting bits of characterization left behind on the cutting room floor. Immediately, I was amused by how politely Susie talks to Kirby in the beginning. She doesn't really "talk down to him" or insult his intelligence in the slightest. (One could argue that it's a false business politeness, of course. Although she only breaks that in like, the second to last cutscene) Any dismissal of him feels very "company-mandated." (And the company is run by a murderous computer but leaving that aside...)

She gently praises how beautiful the water and the air on this planet is and that's when something... starts to change in her...

Susie gets impossibly sad. And her attitude changes COMPLETELY.

I stopped for a second reading this. "Hold on. What? Why does she lose her cool HERE? Is this some indication that the place she and her dad used to live on was a really poor planet without clean air and drinking water?" And heck, maybe that is the case!

But something else struck me about her line:

"...You don't even know the value of what you have..."

It's not the snooty we-know-better-than-you "misappropriation of resources" that is triggering her. It is having something precious right next to you and you don't even recognize it.

It's about her dad. Right from the beginning.

She can't NOT talk about it. It affects all her actions. Maybe another reason while I feel like it's better to judge Susie on a whole than any one individual action she takes, because (like Magolor, oops oops oops) she is masking her intentions alllll the time.

Also, omg, I know some people are still sensitive about the Mechaknight thing but that is PEAK grim humor in Japanese! It is treated way too cold and business-like in English, imo.

In Japanese, she starts to describe him exactly like she's telling her bestie that she just met the man of her dreams and then the WHAM line: "So, I gave him a full-body modification!"

Yes, it's unhinged. But it's also wonderful. (She's so Eggman-core.)

[picafreesita]

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When my head touched the pillow in an instant, the morning light arrived…

Exactly, it was already daylight.

I quickly got up, looked around, next to me I had Sally and Julie peacefully asleep, the occasional snore coming out of their mouths. It was as if they had actually slept more hours than I felt. What was happening? Sunlight flooded the house just like yesterday's birdsong.

From outside you could hear a good morning. I went out and went to the first window I could find, opened it and watched as the neighborhood filled with life again with the neighbors.

Wait…what was that smell?

It was strange, it was as if it were something dead, a nauseating smell that was mixed with hints of sweet smell; I had never smelled anything like that. I took several inhalations to look for its origin, this only made me begin to lean forward, allowing a part of my body to come out of the window.

I turned to look down.

Its colors were vibrant, it was as if a rainbow rested on each petal except for some that were a deep blue color that took away the symmetry of its beauty; Although this sounded like the most incredible thing about their figure is not compared to those black and white spots that stole the spotlight from the rest, I would swear that they seemed to be… eyes

I frowned as I felt a new wave of his foul scent.

"Good morning, Jolly" Poppy greeted me from the street, I could see her standing.

"Oh hello"

She walked towards me and told me

"Do you really like flowers? They are wonderful, don't you think?"

"The aroma calls me… a strange aroma, I had never smelled anything like it"

"Where do you come from the pansies don´t exist? These grow everywhere, you could even find them in soup. Sometimes I like to use them for that, they give it a good touch with other ingredients"

"I guess it tastes better than it smells, its smell is horrible" I let out a small laugh.

"That can't be"

Poppy bent down to cut one of those flowers and then smell it.

"To me, it seems like a sweet and splendid smell, even Eddie and Julie make wreaths with them"

She handed it to me and I smelled it again, in a quick reaction I frowned and moved it away from me.

"Maybe the problem is my nose, it may be broken"

"Oh no! Let me see" With her big wings she took my face to see it closer to her, she held me so tightly that the only thing on the other side of the window was my feet hanging on its frame.

"It seems that everything is in order," she said with a sigh of relief, returning me inside.

"Oh, good morning Poppy," Sally greeted behind me. The two girls slowly walked out of the pillow fort.

"Hello girls" She kindly waved one of her wings as a greeting.

"Yes, I'm hungry. What do you want for breakfast?" Julie asked.

"Waffles! "Let's make waffles!" she said, Sally.

"I'll see you in a while, enjoy your breakfast," Poppy said saying goodbye and walking away from the window.

Both girls shouted:

-We will do it!-

During breakfast, Sally and Julie began to play with their food, they decorated it with colored sprinkles and syrups of all the flavors you can imagine to form funny faces on them, I don't know if it was just me but my waffle looked like…

"David" I whispered in a sad tone.

"Did you say something? Is there something wrong with your Mr. waffle?" Sally asked.

"No, nothing. Only Mr. Waffle is very delicious" I responded with a smile.

Looking at the clock in the living room I noticed that it was 10 in the morning.

"I think I better get ready to leave" I interrupted and then got up on the table.

"Wait!"

Julie also got up and told me:

"I have been thinking and we should wash and even mend your clothes"

"It's true, you should leave completely renewed. This way you will have much more strength to find your friends,” Sally replied.

"I really don't want to abuse your kindness" I responded.

"I insist, now we are friends. And friends always support each other"

I guess they had a good point, what I was wearing were nothing more than scraps that I found along my way, things that I could even consider as proof of my survival.

"So what am I going to use? I don't think I can´t spend most of the day in my pajamas"

"Let's see what's in my closet, you may be a little taller than me, but I Julie "fashion icon" know that I have something perfect for you, trust my magical design skills," She said moving his fingers while He began to walk backward until he entered the room.

"Come on!" Sally said pushing me inside. After they finished getting ready it was my turn.

I scrolled through thousands of outfits, some that were tight and some that were too baggy, many more was like something Sally said "didn't suit my vibe," from plain colored clothes to those that had the most eye-catching patterns I've ever seen. Dresses, pants, scarves, shirts, and more flew through the air creating thousands of possible combinations.

"Wait a minute, I think I found the perfect outfit!" Julie said, confident of herself.

In a last round, they dressed me in a three-piece outfit along with some white high-waisted boots. It was a long, puffy, colorful shirt that was accompanied by a black vest with hearts sewn on as pockets and along with an orange skirt.

"I think…I think I like it" I said

"It's perfect!" They shouted at the same time.

"But there's still something to fix, and that's your hairstyle," Sally said.

"That´s a cinch!" I was dragged again, only now towards the bathroom where they began to brush.

"Gosh, I didn't realize that many parts of your hair are shorter than others everywhere"

"I cut it myself" I confessed embarrassed.

"I'll have to match it. Sally, scissors"

A hairdressing gown had covered me up to my shoulders.

"Let's get to work!" Julie exclaimed.

After a certain time, I began to see many strands sliding smoothly on the hairdressing gown.

"Now we have to style it"

With a few more brushes and several passes of hairspray, Julie was finally done.

"Vuala! My masterpiece!"

When I looked in the mirror I couldn't believe that it was me that was in front of me, I got up and took off the hairdressing gown revealing the complete look.

"Wow"

Sally laughed and said:

"Yes, you are pretty"

I couldn't stop looking at me from head to toe. Am I really pretty?

"Very well, since we are all ready, it is time to go" Julie indicated.

She took my clothes and put them in a yellow bag.

We left the house heading to Poppy's house which was sitting knitting near one of her windows. Julie kindly asked her to fix my clothes and she accepted the task without any problem and even told me that I looked very pretty.

"Thank you," I said shyly.

When we said goodbye we walked to Wally's house to find out what he had in store for us that day.

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[alilixx]

Can we get jealous cuddy 👀

Of course! I'm so sorry for being late. I had some things to deal with in real life, and I didn't have any ideas for a fanfic. OKAY SO IM SO SORRY FOR BEING LATE I NEEDED TO SEE A DOCTOR, hope you will like it tho ! <3

You had always appreciated working under Lisa Cuddy’s leadership. She was not only an excellent doctor but also a respected manager and a woman you admired immensely. However, lately, the atmosphere between the two of you seemed strange, although you couldn't quite pinpoint the exact cause.

It all started when Stacey, House’s ex-girlfriend, returned to the hospital. You found in her an ally and a friend in dealing with the issue known as "House." Your interactions were light and pleasant, and soon, you began spending more and more time together, having lunch or chatting about everything and nothing in between consultations. Cuddy, on the other hand, seemed distant, more reserved with you. Sometimes, you noticed her gaze—not angry, but... troubled.

One day, while you were talking with Chase in the break room, you noticed Lisa watching you from a distance. There was something in her gaze, a spark you had never seen before. When Chase slipped away after advising you to go talk to her, you hesitated before approaching her. Nothing could go wrong, right?

"Lisa, is everything okay?"

She looked up from her papers, her expression perfectly controlled.

"Yes, everything is fine," she replied in a neutral tone. "Why do you ask?"

You felt a pang in your heart, uncertain of the truth in her response. "It’s just that... I feel like something is bothering you."

Cuddy had sighed lightly, lifting her eyes to meet yours. "Maybe you should focus a little less on Stacey and a little more on your work," she said with a hint of irritation.

Of course, this hurt you. You had studied so hard to work here, and even here, you fought to keep your mental health in the best shape. You were doing good work; it was rare for you to have problems with patients or nurses.

Her remark took your breath away. Was she... jealous? You almost protested, but the words got stuck in your throat. Without saying another word, you left the room, heart heavy. Afterward, you began to distance yourself from Stacey, hoping it would calm the situation. And indeed, things became more relaxed between you and Lisa. At least, that’s what you thought.

You continued with your usual routine, often talking to Chase or Cameron when the two were a couple. They were so different, making them good advisors. Stacey watched you with a hint of sadness as you only spoke to her briefly, but you couldn’t afford to get on your boss’s bad side; work was more important than just a colleague.

Shortly after Stacey’s departure, you grew closer to Eric Foreman, a competent and intelligent colleague with whom you enjoyed exchanging ideas. Once again, you noticed that Lisa seemed upset whenever you talked to him, especially outside of a professional setting. That day, she even swept through the room in a hurry, deliberately avoiding you.

This routine of avoidance had lasted for several months, and your friends outside of work (excluding Chase and Cameron, of course) had noticed that you weren’t doing well.

Not knowing what else to do, and exhausted by this silent tension, you decided to take a few days off. Maybe some space would help you see things more clearly.

Three days into your "sick leave," there was a knock at your door. You opened it to find Lisa Cuddy standing in front of you, looking nervous and a bit lost.

"Lisa..." you murmured, surprised.

She took a deep breath, as if searching for the right words. "I... I came to apologize. I think... I haven’t been fair to you. I let my feelings get the better of me."

You felt your heart race. "Your feelings?"

Cuddy nodded, her gaze locking onto yours. "I think I’m jealous, but not just because of Stacey or Foreman. I’m jealous because... you mean a lot to me. More than I was willing to admit to myself, so please, give me a chance. I don’t even know if you’re attracted to women or to me, but Y/N, please."

The words hung between you, heavy with meaning and promise. You gently took her hand, the uncertainty giving way to clarity.

"You mean a lot to me too, Lisa," you murmured, looking her in the eyes. "I’ll give you a chance, but let’s do this right."

Lisa nodded, a slight smile forming on her lips. Without another word, you gently pulled her inside your apartment, closing the door behind you. She didn’t resist, allowing herself to be guided by your gesture, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The atmosphere between you two had changed. The next day at noon, Lisa suggested going out for lunch together at a little restaurant she particularly liked. You agreed, delighted to spend a more intimate moment with her, away from the hospital corridors and prying eyes.

The restaurant was charming, with solid wood tables and lit candles creating a warm ambiance. Sitting face to face, you shared a delicious meal, filled with laughter and deep conversations. Lisa seemed more relaxed, her smile constant and her eyes shining with that sparkle you loved so much.

"I’m glad we had that conversation," she confided, absentmindedly playing with her glass. "I don’t want any more misunderstandings between us."

"Me neither," you replied sincerely. "I really care about you, Lisa, and I want this to work between us."

The afternoon continued in the same gentle and close atmosphere. You strolled through the streets of the city, visiting a few shops, sharing memories, and laughing about everything and nothing. Time flew by, and soon, the day began to fade, giving way to the first light of dusk.

In the evening, back at your place, you decided to cook together. It was a simple idea, but it seemed perfect to end this special day. In the kitchen, the atmosphere was light and relaxed. You chose to prepare an Italian dish, a recipe that Lisa loved.

She took care of the pasta while you made the sauce. Your movements were synchronized, and from time to time, your hands brushed against each other, triggering knowing smiles. At one point, Lisa accidentally spilled some sauce on your apron, and you both burst out laughing.

"I think you're better in an operating room than in the kitchen," you teased. Lisa laughed, shaking her head. "You’re not wrong. Good thing you’re here to fix my mistakes."

The kitchen filled with the tantalizing smell of the meal, but also with something more intangible: the warmth and growing affection between the two of you. Once dinner was ready, you set the table, lighting a few candles to create an even more intimate atmosphere.

The meal you shared was simple but delicious, and most importantly, it was a perfect reflection of your day: a mutual discovery, full of warmth and affection. After eating, you tidied up the kitchen together before settling on the couch with a glass of wine.

"Thank you for today," Lisa murmured, resting her head on your shoulder. "It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this good."

You placed a kiss on her forehead, feeling exactly the same way. "We should do this more often," you replied softly, savoring the moment, determined to make this relationship something beautiful and lasting.

No words or movements were made for a long while. The silence settled in, not awkward, but comforting. You realized the sensation you felt at that moment—a gentle, enveloping warmth, the desire to stay there, simply, with her.

Your hands were intertwined, and you could feel the light pressure of her fingers against yours. Lisa kept her head on your shoulder, her breathing steady and calm. You stayed there, your lips meeting in soft, slow kisses, filled with this newfound tenderness. Nothing else mattered at that moment but her presence by your side.

You’d be lying if you said this relationship didn’t scare you. There were doubts, uncertainties. What if you ended up losing her? What if all of this was just a fleeting dream, destined to crumble over time? The very thought of losing this connection that had just begun to form made your head spin.

But at the same time, the temptation to be with her, to see how far this story could go, was stronger than anything. Deep down, you knew you wanted to be by her side, no matter the risks. This relationship, as frightening as it might be, represented something precious—a chance to love and be loved like never before.

And if this chance also meant the possibility of spending your life with her, then you were ready to seize it, to face any fears that might arise along the way. After all, love was worth a few risks, especially if it was to be with her, Lisa Cuddy.

You would have never known or even imagined that Cuddy was into switching roles. You had no doubt she liked to give, but to receive? Especially the way she asked if you could take control in bed this time. Of course, you accepted; this woman deserved everything.

It was the same time you came home from work later than she did, which was rare, but who would have expected to find her in the bedroom, lying on the bed, moaning your name with a "mommy" right after? You hadn’t made a sound, thinking she was asleep, but seeing her with a vibrator inside her, calling out your name, left you breathless. This vision of Lisa was one of the most arousing possible. When she saw you, she suddenly stopped, leaving only the sound of the vibrator, and you moved toward her, holding the toy in place.

Instantly, Lisa felt all her muscles tense at once. Something started vibrating inside her—literally vibrating deep within her—pressed against her folds, just behind her clit, against that perfect spot that made her pussy tight and warm.

You leaned down and gave her a kiss on the temple to reassure her in addition to your words which simply told her that she was a good girl for you, you managed to have the desired effect, seeing her tense up against the sheets in below her.

You wanted to push her over the edge with the biggest orgasm she had ever had in order to reassure her and make her understand that you loved being dominant. Along with your tongue on her breasts, it begins to swell strangely, filling her, vibrating and pulsing against her hot, slick folds in a way that is entirely pleasurable for Lisa.

The dean can't help but gasp, closing her eyes and unable to form coherent words. “I think that’s enough baby,” you whisper softly.

Slowly the new toy inside her pussy decreased in size and slowed its vibrations. It feels like a shrinking knot, then a love egg, then it's too small to feel descriptively. Lisa can always tell there's something inside her, but it's the smallest, most harmless of intrusions.

You could see her move her hips against the mattress so she could feel the toy again but nothing happened, she looked at you as you blocked her hands from her pussy. “No sweetheart, you won’t touch yourself if I don’t tell you.”

Lisa moaned in annoyance, she had wanted this for so long into this day and her girlfriend wouldn't even make her come. After a few seconds of pure torture, you turned the toy back on. The toy was going so deep inside Lisa that tears were streaming down her cheeks. The vibrations are so powerful you could hear them - whirring, pulsing, mechanically rumbling like a revving engine. You lowered Lisa slowly, gently, bringing her away from the cliff edge of a fast, hard orgasm.

The only "Please" she said to you made your heart ache but she couldn't cum now, you wouldn't allow her again. You choose a low, gentle vibration setting – enough so that Lisa can feel it bringing on her orgasm, but not enough to push her over the edge. "If you're still a good girl by the time I finish my paperwork for my patients, we can go over things."

The minutes passed and you were finishing the last papers while Lisa was moaning, you stayed in the room to see if she respected the conditions in order to reward her properly. She hadn't done anything except beg you. Did she deserve it? Of course but you were going to have to tease her again, if she asked you to stop you would and she knew it but she hadn't used the word yet.

You sat on the edge of the bed calling to her, she stood between your legs. You had to hold his hips from the way her legs were shaking. "My good girl, you tried so hard not to come. I think you deserve a reward don't you? Mommy will let you come on her thigh but you have to do the work when she tells you to come, you can. "

Lisa nodded and she sat on your thigh and rubbed against it, moaning. The friction and the toy inside her felt so good and she was trying hard not to come, when you saw the tears on her cheeks again, you turned the toy up all the way and came to take her breasts in your mouth in turn and she comes on your leg.

The orgasm was so long, you hoped you hadn't gone too far but when you noticed the smile on her face after slowly going down the pace of the toy. She comes to give you a quick kiss and thank you. Wasn't it perfect?

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Nothing deep here, just a question.

Is it possible to be ‘mentally ill’ despite having a relatively easy life? For example, I live a privileged life with a house, an abundance of food, clothes, supplies to fuel my hobbies and electronics and I’m good in school. My parents are good people who just happen to have grown up in difficult situations, but they’re financially stable and treat us well.

Yet, for some reason I always end up in bad situations (nothing super big like sa or anything). For a long time I kind of just ignored everything that happened, but recently it’s been resurfacing in a weird way. I feel like my problems aren’t valid because most peoples trauma is, for lack of better words, BIGGER, and I just have these little incidents that make me sad once a month to the point I can’t even look at myself in the mirror without wanting to rip the skin off of my body.

But I’m a pretty ‘normal person’ in terms of my problems, I just don’t know why I feel so disconnected and DIFFERENT even though my life isn’t bad.

Hi anon,

Yes, it's absolutely possible to have trauma and mental illness, regardless of your privileges.

Like I said before, there are several factors that impact our resiliency - our ability to bounce back and cope with adverse events, including the environment we were raised in, our support network, genetics, hereditary mental health conditions, and preexisting trauma. If you lived in a safe and supportive environment with no preexisting trauma or mental health issues in your family, you're more likely to effectively cope with a potentially traumatic event than someone in an unsafe environment with no support, mental health issues in the family, and prior trauma. But even if you are dealt the best possible cards, it doesn't mean you can't still become traumatized or develop a mental illness. Comparing your trauma to others who have had it worse does not benefit you nor the person you're comparing yourself to - all it does is make you feel needlessly wrong. Sure, it could be worse, but it could be better too.

Also, for a lot of people, mental illnesses like depression are due to chemical imbalances, which are not necessarily affected by access to basic necessities like shelter and food. I have heard similar stories of people with depression being minimized and gaslit because of "how good they have it". But depression doesn't necessarily care how much food or clothes you have. It's something much deeper and foundational than that.

I hope I could shed some insight into your situation. If anyone else has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[2n2n]

hi!! i have two questions, i apologize in advance that theyre about mitsuba and kou, but theyre also about the yugi twins, so i hope u can forgive me...

first!! i see a lot of ppl complaing/being sad that hanako and kou dont really have any moments interacting together anymore, posting screenshots, mourning their lost early series friendship ... and i dont really get it? to me, hanako never really liked kou, he was more "playing pretend" to appease nene, he doesnt seem to value him as a friend... theres the "kid"(<deragatory) he does, to emphasize that he is the Older, Experienced Guy in this relationship and kou doesnt have anything of value to add... but then again, ive never really sat down to reread everything in one go, so i might be missing something... do you have anything to say on hanako and kous relationship and how/why it developed?

second question!! i noticed that mitsuba and kou both have a favorite twin who they are friends with and a twin who they think is an evil, violent, perverted psychopath, and those twins are swapped between them lol

so i wanted to ask, do you have any thoughts/opinions on mitsubas and kous outsider perspective on the yugi twins? who has what aspects of them right/wrong? could a fight over who the better yugi twin is cause a rift large enough to stop their budding romance?(<hyperbole)

im sorry if this got really long, and these are less concrete questions and more me pondering things and then presenting my half-baked thoughts to you for examination, but i always really enjoy your interpretations of anything tbhk so i thought id do it anyways >.<

Ohhh its fine haha, there are no characters I truly hate (I JUST JOKE...) & I like talking about everything in the manga, as everything has some sort of place in the themes or story! And I do care about all relationships from character to character, even if I might find that character annoying on a personal level HAHA. I like the entire 'voice' of JSHK!!! It's all a part of the beautiful web c:

I would say, Yes, I agree 100%! I've talked about it before myself. I don't see Hanako and Kou as best friends, and I'm not sure what incredible moments of pure friendship people are remembering (probably mostly... ch9?). Hanako both creates distance by using 'kid' (indeed making Kou always out to be more ignorant or childish than him…) and even Kou creates a distance by using only 'Hanako' (no honorifics-- Kou is actually generally quite deferential and polite to people he respects like Nene-chan or Akane.... he is a 'good boy'! When he meets Hanako, of course he thinks he is a monster, so he doesn't use honorifics… but he also doesn't correct this, later. While dropping honorifics can also be a sign of intimacy, that only counts if the other person has given you some kind of permission, or after knowing someone a long time … Hanako never uses honorifics for others himself, because he sees himself as above everyone, and wants to impress distance … and I'm sure because he is 'nanaban-sama'. He only really uses honorifics when menacing Nene or Akane about "Aoi-chan".)

I think in reality, most Hanako and Kou interactions point to something contentious between them waiting to snap, as I've discussed before.

In fact, we now know explicitly that Hanako loves his little brother & sought to save & protect him, so for sure a wedge was driven between Kou and Hanako the moment Kou declared revenge on Tsukasa. Hanako's blank stare, [... ...I see.] should make sense when looked back on! Quietly logging that Kou might become a problem for him, later.

At the very least, you have to imagine he is more loyal to his yorishiro than he is to this ugly kid. If push came to shove.

We see plenty of Hanako resenting Kou.

On top of that … he's competing with Kou for Nene-chan, not only her time & attention but even the right to influence her life or save her. Both in Picture Perfect & Severance, Hanako expresses this VERY directly.

Despite initially being OK with Kou making efforts to save Nene-chan, he completely walks that back in Picture Perfect; his sense of possessiveness and jealousy cannot in fact handle it at all. Sometimes people get attached to a particular older manga scene, and see it as inconsistency or random when that aspect has changed, but honestly, I think it's always a realistic character beat. Hanako once welcomed Kou to try to save Nene-chan, back in volume 6,

but .... as he got closer to Nene-chan, he instead pursues Picture Perfect & then the Severance as his own aggressive, forceful solutions, which no longer factor in Kou as anything but an impotent annoyance. Hanako once, incorrectly, 'thought he wouldn't care', but he in fact does! This is a form of character development I think a lot of people refuse to acknowledge, in Hanako (... maybe people think 'character development' can only mean positive traits or improving, and not something like becoming more aggressive or possessive? <- but being more attached & true to himself IS'positive' development for Hanako. Becoming yandere isn't a bad thing in AidaIro-sensei world </3). Over 20 volumes in, there's no need to cling to perceptions of their dynamic which they have evolved away from.

So.... you have Kou shounen protag shouting "I'll save everyone!" while Hanako is being a yandere like "nobody can ever touch Yashiro's lifespan but ME". This isn't a recipe for best friends.

I remember when ^ this ^ chapter came out, some people were upset/shocked that Kou could still talk easily about destroying Hanako, but I have no idea why. Hanako has only repeatedly proven himself unstable and untrustworthy since those early-manga moments (if a friendship stems from ignorance, what is it worth?). It is only Kou's dedication to Nene-chan that makes him help Hanako in the Far Shore ... Nene-chan is pure of heart so, perhaps so long as she doesn't see him as a lost cause, or as long as Hanako doesn't hurt her, he will try to believe her, and stand by her.

The thing Kou does have going for him, is his faith in Nene-chan to bring out the best in Hanako, to reach his heart. I think ultimately Kou himself isn't sure about the truth lying within Hanako, & he knows it won't be him that draws it out. To him, it could end up that he's completely crazy & dangerous & has to be shot like a rabid dog lol, or that there's something good in there. He's fence-sitting between Teru & Nene's extreme positions.

My favorite very earnest, honest Kou moment among them, is this... when he is approaching Nene-chan, after the meeting with Teru & Akane, during the Severance.

Kou checks in with Nene-chan because he's not sure where SHE'S at with all of this.

The actions he takes in the Far Shore are less "to save Hanako, as his friend" but "to save Hanako, for Nene-chan".

meanwhile, for your second inquiry:

Didn't a fight over Tsukasa already interrupt their relationship? Mitsuba relies on Tsukasa constantly,repeatedly,and this very fact made Kou cry, feeling jealous & inadequate, LOL. Kou's whole complex is that he wants to be trusted & relied on, and Mitsuba instead running to Tsukasa every time he is in trouble, racks up Kou's resentment towards Tsukasa. Isn't it so funny…MULTIPLE ARCS OF THIS!!!!

I would say neither Kou nor Mitsuba really trust the Yugi twins, or understand them, any of them, despite each being allied towards one in some flimsy sense. I think Mitsuba is correct that Hanako is a psycho pervert... uhhhh all of their interactions are SO terrible LOL

and uh....

(^I love this moment SO much ^ completely unnecessary out of pocket Hanako moment!!!!! No reason for you to look so crazy!!! DID YOU HAVE TO CAST SHADE??? lame weak Mitsuba .... haha... I love Hanako ahhh </3 Mitsuba is so pathetic & stupid to him.... such disrespect in PP!)

^ KouMitsu fans should love this protective Mitsuba moment, him staring at Hanako like this while clinging to Kou...

In mmmany ways I guess I don't think Kou or Mitsu are loyal to the Yugi beside them, wouldn't necessarily come to their defense any more than Mitsuba does in the Aquarium chapters (which only really argue a necessary dependency; though I think it's really interesting that in PP, Mitsuba defends his CHOICE to ally with Tsukasa, not WANTING to be seen as only Tsukasa's victim or helpless.)

Kou holds Mitsuba's loyalty to Tsukasa against him, but for some reason as we've seen thus far, Mitsuba does not hold Kou's loyalty to Hanako (or Teru, who tries to kill him) against him. I'd say Mitsuba is actually more humble/gracious & a little more self-aware than Kou-- and also devalues himself, wouldn't ask Kou to give up anything for him, because he is worthless (the entire point of his willing attempt at suicide in the Aquarium chapters). Kou screams & throws lightning around when he feels anything Bad, so more disquiet is expressed at Mitsuba. Kou feels more demanding & holds more uhm.... ambitions for what he 'wants' their relationship to be (one where he is depended on, is Mitsuba's hero). So there is probably more likely to be more conflicts surrounding Tsukasa....

I wonder if Hanako will ever do something so directly terrible that it would cause Kou to loosen his allyship to Nene-chan, and increase his allyship to Mitsuba. I would like that tbh, and it would bolster their dynamic to me, & I could respect Kou's stance more. As it is, it's hard to say much about his loyalty to Mitsuba, which is kinda only simultaneous to his loyalty to Nene-chan .... I would like Kou's fence-sitting about the Hanako situation to finally really hurt Mitsuba maybe, some day. If I had to have an opinion on it.

I wonder what Nene-chan coming to like/defend Tsukasa would do to Kou's stance against Tsukasa? What if everyone but Kou liked the little bugger in some way.... haha. That would be idealistic for me.

I would also find it interesting if Mitsuba actually had to do something meaningful to defend or protect Tsukasa. Curious if the vague ghost memories in Mitsuba's head in the recent chapters will culminate in any kind of reaching out to Tsutsu. Ultimately, is Tsukasa someone who tormented Mitsuba, or someone who saved & comforted him repeatedly? His active mind rejects the concept, but maybe his subconscious would feel otherwise. I dunno. A lot is ambiguous.

A bit of a tangent I guess there... so theorhetical. Well, nobody really likes the Yugi except for each other & Nene-chan.