#you know i don't think this is as cringy as i feared it was when i wrote it

[valiantvillain]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @poetikat. and @arendaes

While I'm still working on chapter 2 of Duty, Diligence, Devotion, I can say that I am nearing the end of this rather long chapter so I got plenty of snippets to choose from this time.

Characters: (half-orc paladin Tav) Miraz x Astarion

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Squaring her shoulders, she made her way over to Astarion, who sat with his back to her, examining the thin line of red scouring the length of his forearm. One of the spiderlings had gotten in a good slice when it had phased right in front of him and struck out with its razor-edged mandibles. They had staunched the bleeding easily enough afterward, knit most of the flesh back together with only an utterance to cure minor wounds and leaving only a shallow groove of flesh behind. Something that the body would repair well enough on its own given time, but Astarion glowered at it all the same. As though its very existence confounded him. 

Miraz recalled that vampires had formidable abilities of regeneration. Such benefits extended to the spawn as well. Yet since she’d met him, Astarion appeared to recover no faster than the rest of them. It seemed the tadpole had its drawbacks alongside its boons. 

“In my experience, staring doesn’t make them go away,” she remarked as she approached. He might have also been sporting a sizable bruise across his back, given that the matriarch had sent both him and Karlach flying halfway through the fight. 

At the sound of her voice, he momentarily went rigid before registering it was her and allowing the tension to ease from his limbs, though not without a small sound of discomfort. A large mottling splotch of red and purple undulated beneath the thin white silk of his shirt with each tiny motion. That confirmed the bruise then. Even so, he painted an impish grin onto his equally impish face. 

“How very lucky that we have you and Shadowheart around then.” His head swiveled to look at her, gaze lingering a moment longer than could be considered platonic and bearing a dreamy expression. An elegant hand lazily interlaced with hers, entangling itself between the grooves of her fingers with an almost unconsciously intimate ease, tracing the tiny scars of battles past on her knuckles. “Especially you, darling.”

Miraz bit her tongue, then told herself not to fight it and just let him regret it later. Instead she placed her free hand gingerly upon his back, a sharp intake of breath hissing through his teeth as she touched the tender flesh. The delicate edges of his nails, meticulously manicured and maintained, grazed the hills and valleys on the back of her hand as he squeezed it. It didn’t hurt. She didn’t think he had it in him to actually hurt her in any regard save her patience.

“I suppose it pays to have someone knowledgeable in the fine points of the undead, though Wyll’s hardly without expertise himself.” The paladin pressed her lips into a thin line to prevent the small smile tugging at them as Astarion’s nostrils flared, pettily displeased at the mention of the Blade of Frontiers. Just as she had predicted, the pale elf had indeed lost to him in the long, arduous war of wits they had waged for the better part of a few days. His clever comebacks steadily whittled away by Wyll’s amicable perseverance. 

Yet his bitterness fled just as swiftly as it had arrived, gone with the planting of a kiss upon her clasped hand. So lightly delivered that Miraz questioned whether it had happened at all. So gentle and tender that anyone less sensible could have mistaken it for a loving gesture. Of course, he made certain to catch her gaze, hoping to make her heart flutter through eyes half-lidded with the suggestion of desire. 

“Your company is far more preferable, darling,” he asserted in the hushed tone of a sweetly shared secret. 

Miraz rolled her eyes. “You needn’t flatter me. I was going to heal you anyway.” 

“You know, a less persistent man would be thrown off by such hardheartedness.” 

“That’s certainly one way to describe you. Now let me do my job, will you?” 

Remarkably, he fell silent and kept still. Unnecessary but definitely better than a squirming patient. She had one last spell in her, one last spark of divine magic, and as his injuries were, they were minor. One incantation and it would be as if he hadn’t so much as scraped his knee. Closing her eyes, Miraz drew deep from the remaining drops in her well, felt the wellspring of her oath beneath its floor. The source would replenish, the well filled once more to the brim with a bit of rest come morning. Still, she managed one last pull from the pool of her oath, conviction made manifest, both warm and cool at the same time. Comforting balm and unrelenting invigoration in one flowing through her being, circulating through the chambers of her heart and all the way to her fingertips. Light emanated from her palm, shifting hypnotic hues of teal, turquoise, and cyan spreading wide and deep into the elf’s body. Loosening the knots of muscle, knitting flesh together with the delicate painstaking grace of a spider’s spinning, repairing the broken vessels beneath his skin like washing red wine from fine ivory silk. Miraz heard the sigh of relief leave his lungs before it reached his lips. Contentment bubbled within her. She had always liked this, using the same hands that wielded a weapon to soothe and settle, to watch the body put itself back together beneath her careful touch. 

It was not tiredness she felt when she had drained the last drops of her reserves, but rather a faint hollowness deep in the recessed of her being. One that might have saddened her, and indeed it had made her quite lonely in the first days of her oath when its powers were new and yet somehow as though they had always been a part of her, were she not able to feel them but a short distance away. Long mollified by the knowledge granted by time and experience that the waters of faith would flow in her anew come dawn’s first light, ready and waiting to be unleashed just below her fingertips and beating with all the strength of her warrior’s heart. 

All these years later, she still marvelled at it, though her doubts of whether or not she was deserving of such powers, such favor, had mostly abated. And when she looked upon her work, her heart swelled with pride. 

“There, that should do it.” 

“Mmm, much better,” purred Astarion, who rolled his shoulder to test the newfound range of movement now that it wouldn’t be plagued by twinging and throbbing. He suddenly appeared much more limber, refreshed. 

Miraz also noted that he had yet to surrender her hand, nor had he lessened his hold upon it. Indeed it seemed to have leeched some of her own inner warmth. 

“I should hope so,” Miraz said drily. “Because that’s the last you’re getting until tomorrow. And no, you will not be getting priority for asking nicely.”

“Not even for an acknowledgement of your exquisite beauty?” 

“That will bump you to the back of the line.”

A chuckle sounded low and lush in his throat as he leaned back to take her in above him, squinting in mock scrutiny. A wry grin fought its way onto her face, an act for which she internally admonished herself and that prompted him to try and tug her closer. With very limited success, mind. 

“There is something rather intriguing about that stern charm of yours. All those little walls and defenses. You only make it so much more tempting to peer through the cracks.”

Miraz raised a sardonic brow. “And you expect to find the tender heart of a romantic beating behind them, correct?”

That overconfident grin of his widened as he brought her their conjoined hands to rest over his clavicle. The bone was fine as a bird’s. Was this supposed to entice her? Coax her to lower her head to kiss him? He should have been grateful he was good at holding his breath. Still, her treacherous heart skipped a beat.

“Oh, I suspect I’ll find much more than that, my dear.”

What a charmingly vague prediction. So many words to say so little. 

Sure enough, he made to kiss her, craning his neck to reach her lips only for her to pull back with the quickness of instinct. 

“Not yet,” she hastily muttered, the tips of her ears burning hot at the prospect of being witnessed by their companions. 

Even if Miraz had been taken with him, even if she had been madly in love with him (gods fucking forbid), she did not think she could ever warm up to the idea of displaying affection so publicly. Too used to shamefully stolen glances and couplings locked tightly behind closed doors, discouraged from so much as greeting her past partners with more familiarity than a passing acquaintance. It was bad enough his “intentions”, if they could even be called that, were so transparent. She didn't need their comrades watching them with any more curiosity than they already did.

To the credit of Astarion's performance, however, he seemed almost delighted at her prudishness. Like a rake with a maiden he believed to be putty in his hands, hanging onto fragile conventions of modesty lest she fall victim to his amorous overtures. How very literary. How very in the tradition of cads and lusty ne’er-do-wells and seductive charlatans. Yet there was that recognizable thread of strain to the way he held his smile, that thread of tension strung taut throughout his entire body that belied hesitation, an innate discomfort. And yet Astarion maintained the facade. 

Why? What was so vital about ensnaring one of them? After all, Miraz had hardly been his first choice. Had he not struck out with the others, it would be one of them subjected to this foolish game. A reliable source of blood would have been the obvious answer. But then why continue when that access was now permitted and assured? She doubted he was so desperate for the haphazard excuse for companionship that could be afforded in their current predicament now that he had escaped this Cazador. Of course, sex had rarely ever been the first item on her list for seeking succor. 

“A quiet evening, for once. Perfect for two people who’d like to take some time to themselves, if you catch my meaning.” His whispered words wrested her from her thoughts, each one more hushed than the last as if bidding her to come closer. “And I do mean sex, to be clear. We’ve been waiting long enough.” 

Miraz’s mouth went dry for all the wrong reasons. Maybe if she were lucky he would run off before any clothes came off, primarily hers. Then she could tuck away the added slight of not having even gotten her out of her trousers for later as well. She swallowed, stubbornly setting her jaw to steady her resolve. 

Just a little longer and it would be all over. Like ripping off bandages. 

“All right, but where will we go?” It was a stiffly stated question if ever there was one. 

A long slender finger pale as bone oh so fondly began to tangle itself in her hair, winding the black strands thick around it. This time when he tugged her nearer she reluctantly hunched over, making sure her ear was level to his mouth. Discreetly as she feasibly could of course. 

“Let’s find our own little piece of nowhere. Somewhere we can lose ourselves and forget all about this madness.” He cooed and charmed so prettily that she could almost feel that slimy tongue of his flicking against the shell of her ear. “There’s a secluded place that should do nicely. Wait until the others are asleep, then come and find me there.” 

“I’ll see you there,” was all she managed to say. 

“Indeed you will, my love, I can’t wait.” 

My love. My dear. Darling. Sweet nothings from a serpent’s mouth that made her skin crawl. 

He scarcely left her side for the rest of that evening, practically glued to her in a way one could almost believe was genuine. The saccharine seeming of a new relationship where one sought any and every excuse to steal a clandestine touch, a suggestive bit of wordplay, a more than simply appreciative sideways glance. Likely done in as much of an effort to inflame her in preparation of their doomed rendezvous as to convince the rest of the party of his ardor. His supposedly undeniable desire of the paladin who had only spared his life but provided him with her blood. 

Were they really fooled by this charade, Miraz wondered.

[mikajunie]

rediscovering shame and giving yourself compassion (how to deal with shame as someone with ADHD)

this is directed towards my fellow ADHDers who have trouble with reoccuring shame while leads to hindered productivity.

signs that your productivity is hindered by shame (compiled by my own experiences):

you feel negative physical symptoms when you think about your responsibilities

you find ways to avoid the responsibilities

every time you make progress, you feel like you don't ever wanna touch it again

when you present your progress, you feel ashamed of yourself because it's not finished (on time & according to ur standards).

you feel like you are a constant failure. you never win, despite achieving good things here and there.

you are a walking ball of anxiety

you have a fear of being perceived

there's probably more, but eh those are just from my own experiences

below i will write down what y'all should remember, what you can do to help yourself, etc. this is compiled from dr k, my own journaling time, and my firsthand experience from having shame 24/7

some things u gotta remember

shame is what exists in the gap between your ideal self and where you are currently.

your ideal self doesn't have to be unrealistic, it can be yourself when you were at your peak or someone who is very similar to you.

shame brings negative thoughts, because it makes you see progress as a negative thing.

instead of being happy that u made progress, u grumble to urself and ask "why didnt i just do it sooner? im so stupid". it's a reminder of your failures, so u avoid progress altogether.

shame can become a part of you, to the point where you feel uneasy or vulnerable if you dont feel ashamed at yourself

shame doesn't do anything to ADHDers in the long run except self-loathing and hindered productivity.

what should u do?

basically self-therapy, but instead of stopping at why, i try to solve my shame one-by-one.

examine past moments where you felt a LOT of shame. this can go back to elementary. the stronger the emotions, the better. now, write them down. you're probably cringing, but that is good. feel all the cringiness running through ur veins.

why did you feel shame? why did it happen? what did you feel?

reframe your thoughts. instead of immediately running away from it, accept it and justify it. give it compassion. give it a hug. was it your 7 year old self? hug yourself. it's okay to fuck up and do silly things sometimes, and it's okay to have ADHD. it's not our fault.

remember that ADHD is a lifelong nerudivergency, you can't just push it away. coping mechanisms and tools help, but give yourself some grace when you screw up. it's our first time living anyway.

calm your body down. make sure your physical body is doing okay.

now... think of one thing you want to do but can't because of shame and do these steps carefully. think of the reasons why you might be ashamed, and reframe your thoughts.

WARNING!! TAKE IT ONE PRESENT ACTION AT A TIME. don't do this for every action you want to take, let your body slowly learn that it's okay to make progress despite the shame you feel, and you are allowed to feel compassion for yourself.

train your body to accept compassion slowly. life is tough with ADHD but it's even tougher knowing that shame will get in your way. give yourself a break, it's fine to fuck up, we all go through different things anyway. even if it's not fine, you will learn and make those mistakes a lil bit lesser in the future.

ok hope this helps.

[emo-trash101]

Hello! Its me again, i LOVED your Tyler and Aiden one and i'm back with one more. So think about it, Tyler knows baseball right? So why dont he use his bat skills? (is that what its called?) To beat the shit out of phantoms when they first go to the phantom dimension? Maybe something like thr reader gets pulled by a phantom and tyler crashed the phantoms head with his bat?

I love this! Fr this, like man, put yourself to use for once 😭 I'm putting this at like the first-ish part when they all get attacked on the bus.

Home Run

Tyler x Reader

Pronouns: Second person

Word count: 491

Tw: Uhhh bashing in heads??? also blood.

So this wasn't exactly how you expected to be spending your nights with your boyfriend. Usually you would've expected sitting with him in his bedroom watching some stupid cringy movie or you forcing him to play a random game you found the night before. On the other hand, you haven't really had a night like that with him since Savannah, so what did you honestly expect?

Well regardless of how you feel about being unable to live your best life, you don't have a choice. You lay in your bed, waiting for it to finally hit midnight, like it has every other night. As you lay there you feel your mind wandering, and eventually you start thinking about where you all were last night. The bus graveyard, you were all running. But before you can finish the thought, you black out.

Almost as soon as you open your eyes, you hear Ashlyn whisper "Duck" and you, along with the others, crouch down almost in unison. As you all get down everyone starts brainstorming how to get out of this situation, how to get away from the lurking phantom. You sit there silently, almost in a trance, anxiety coursing through your veins.

After about a minute of debating, Ashlyn perks up and her eyes widen slightly, a sight you've gotten used to. She hushes everyone and after a second says "Hide under the seats.". You along with everyone else start army crawling under the seats, peering out periodically to see if the phantom is nearby.

As you try your best to stay still, you hear a semi loud creak. A creak thats too loud to be safe. You cover your mouth with your hand, your breath becoming more frantic with each passing second. You turn to look behind you and before you can do anything, the phantom grabs you by the ankle, pain searing up your leg as you let out a scream.

"(Name)!" You hear yelled, too freaked to be able to figure out whose voice it was. You grab onto a seat above you and start trying to pull yourself up while (attempting to) kick the phantom away. You let out pained grunts as the phantom digs deeper into your ankle, managing to weaken your grip on the seat above you.

You almost give up, the pain becoming almost unbearable for you, but before you let go, you hear a crunch. A loud disgusting crunch. And almost immediately afterwards, the phantom lets go, letting you pull yourself up.

You push yourself out into the aisle, seeing Tyler panting with a broken wooden bat and the phantom laying limp on the ground. You look at Tyler, tears in your eyes either from fear or pain. "Ben! (name) needs help!" Tyler shouts, running to you and pulling you into his arms.

This is when you're finally able to look down, and all you see is blood staining your pants, shoes and socks. It's slowly dripping onto the floor of the bus like a melted ice pop. As you stare at it, almost everything stops. You know Tyler is trying to talk to you to make sure you're okay (you're very obviously not) and you can see Ben tending to your wound with everyone else either staring at you or the dead phantom. But none of it feels real.

After a couple minutes Ben finishes wrapping your wound and Tyler pulls you closer to him (if that was even possible). "Please don't ever do that again" he says softly and he genuinely sounds worried. You nod in agreement and for just a moment, this feels a little better than a cringy movie night.

Omg I'm so sleep deprived, but I hope this turned out good :)

[axofluff]

The masked giant || Fem!reader x Konig

・❥・Masterlist

・❥・Tags/warnings: Nothing really much to say other than use of guns, first meeting, strangers to friends/crush,

・❥・Summary: With Ghost and the most of task force 141 out on a mission, leaving you behind. They assigned you to a new person...although he isn't what you thought, ・❥・Word count: 1926 ・❥・A/N: Wanted to start on my Konig mini series for the Fem!reader pov so I figured why not start with strangers to friends. Might make this mini series a slow burn since I HC Konig to be more shy and sheltered than Ghost.

BEEP BEEP BEEP You groggily slam your hand on the alarm clock, its daylight already and the rest of the team's already gone. You rub your eyes and sit up and stretch of any remaining sleep that is clinging onto you. Checking the schedule for today, you notice you have to meet your new supervisor whilst the teams out on an important mission. You knew almost nothing to who your suppose to meet other than "Konig- Training grounds 8AM." By his first name, you instantly knew he was somewhat either German or Austrian. You figured to take a quick shower since you still had an hour, the warm water running over your skin as you allow it to refill your energy. You always focused better when you was clean, although training was surely gonna make you sweat later on. Once done you decide to head over to the training grounds, you were 15 minuets early but its better to be early than late right? The sun hung up nicely in the sky and it was oddly warm for an autumn day. The base was quiet still at this time, the odd clangs and bangs from the garage as the mechanics work on the variety of vehicles that you had. Arriving at the training camp, you put your bag and water bottle down on one of the benches supplied. It's quiet...almost too quiet. You were so used to hearing Soap's cringy banter and Ghost's gruff voice as he barks commands at you. Complaining every time you missed a target. You decide to head over to the targets, a rifle on the table catches your eye. What's an unsupervised gun doing out...loaded to? Your curiosity gets the better of you as you pick it up and you aim it down at a target 10 Meters away from the post. "H-hello?" A thick germen accent suddenly causes you to lose focus and you turn around and your heart drops in your chest, A man around 6'10 looms over you, his arms crossed. His eyes glare behind the curtain draped on his head, secured on what seems to be a modded bike helmet. You suddenly put the gun down and you feel so small against him and this is the first time you've genuinely felt true fear here. His frame suddenly loosens as he realizes he's scaring at you. "Ah...I'm sorry...you must be yc/s (Your call sign), yes?" He extends his very large hand to you. It's as big as your head and you shyly accept it, his hand grips on yours. His huge fingers encasing yours in a tight shake. "Yes..." You squeak and you suddenly feel embarrassed, not quite sure on how to approach the giant before you. "I'm sorry if my size scares you....hah...well I'm Konig. I was told by Ghost to be your instructor whilst they were way the next few weeks. I...uhh...have never been a supervisor before." He plays with his mask and you can tell he's just as nervous as you are. How can such a person be so scared at his height? You think to yourself as his gaze is now soft. His green eyes avoiding eye contact with you as he glances to the side. "Ah...It's nice to meet you Konig. Please....just call me y/n. No need to be formal. " You nod, it hurts to crane your neck to look at him. You've never seen a man so tall, yet feel so shy

"Y-you too Y/n...such a pretty name haha...I hope you don't mind me saying that...I...uh....heh, anyways..." Konig gets all flustered and clears his throat. "Price gave me a training schedule for you to do...today's was just some spotting...I'm assuming you know how to work a rifle. So why don't you go ahead and take a few rounds at the targets for half an hour or so and we can move from there." "Sure, and not at all! Your not the first to mention it...I'll go ahead and load a rifle and shoot." You can't help but form a small blush. "Good...I'll watch..." He nods lightly as you pick the rifle again and aim down sight. Taking a breath before checking ammo count, realizing the mag's already full you turn safety off and you begin to drill bullets at the target. Missing a few but hitting the majority. After the mags done you take it out and switch it for a new mag, locking it in place before moving onto the next target. "Always aim a little higher when shooting targets at a longer distance." Konig calls out, you nod in reply and continue your attack. Still missing a lot. Two very large hands grab your waist and pull you upwards to change your stance. "Arms up...out stretched. Keep back upright." Konig re aligns your stance and you can't help but feel butterflies in your stomach. The slightest touch sending you shivers. He suddenly let's go of you and walks off. Leaving you a flustered mess. You've never felt this strange fuzzy feeling and you do your best to push those aside. Konig was caring unlike Ghost, the way he talks, his body movemnts. Ghost was always belittling you, shouting at you. It was a nice change of pace for once. "Carry on...that should be better for you." Konig gives you the sign to carry on. You take his advice and fire another round. This time hitting 95% of your shots and you smile to yourself. "There you go...you aren't so bad after all haha!" Konig chuckles behind you and the sound erupts through you. Like a lions growl. It's enough to make you stop and freeze. "Is everything alright y/n?" He takes a sudden concern to how silent you just went. "Yeah...yeah just happy I was able to hit that target. ..T-thank you Konig." You turn your head around and flash him a small smile at the man. "Did ghost not teach you that at all...?" He tilts his head, pointing at your rifle in your hands. "No, just assumed I learnt it in bootcamp...shouted at me every time I missed." You shake your head as your eyes meet his again but this time he doesn't look away, the stare holding a little longer before you suddenly realize your staring. "Sorry...Konig...can I ask you something personal?" You bite your lip, itching to know how he was so tall. "Natürlich...of course" He leans against the wall next to you, nodding gently as he gives you permission. ((Natürlich- Of course.)) "How are you...well...so tall?" Your eyes glance from his feet to his eyes. "Ahhh...well...my Vater was quite tall...I don't actually know why I'm so big." He chuckles again, looking down. ((Vater- Father))

"Ah, I assume your height must cause you some issues with being a soldier." Your desire to get to know Konig etched more and more, the masked giant maybe wasn't so scary after all. "Funny you should mention that...I wanted to be a sniper...they took me off the course since I was way to tall. Now, I just mostly do demolitions  and I'm a insertion specialist. Nothing fancy of what you and the task force does. " Konig shrugs, his eyes never leave you but as soon as you look back he quickly looks away bashfully.

"I haven't been on any serious mission with the boys...I'm still classed as new. It's why I didn't go with them today. I'm sure I'll get my fair share of action with them in time. Have my own scars to tell." You put the rifle down and shake your head, knowing your not the best soldier to be placed in the same honor if the team, but you felt proud none the less Konig recognized you as such. "Don't think so lowly of yourself. Y/n, I'm sure your strong, we all start off as a small bird waiting for its wings. You'll develop yours in time." He catches you off by guard, almost like he's reading your mind. "That means a lot Konig...thank you." You can't help but feel so drawn to him, yet you don't know why. You hardly knew nothing of the man yet it feels like you've known him from somewhere before. "It's a pleasure Y/n...We're getting off course haha...why don't you try with a sidearm now?" Konig heads over and hands you a small pistol. You smile as you accept it and you walk to the spot again. This time taking Konigs advice again and you fire. Hitting every bullet. "Look at you! You'll be the best shooter this team has seen in no time!" Konig tease's walking over and giving your shoulder a small squeeze. You blush again at the sudden contact, feeling your cheeks run pink. "Ah...I'm sorry." Konig pulls away and he begins to franticly blurt out an apology. His hands suddenly fumble with his pouches at the front, wanting a distraction. "No no It's okay!" You reassure him, smiling warmly and even though you can't see his face. You can tell he's smiling back. His demeanor was surprisingly warn and inviting, you can't help but want to learn more. You and Konig both go through target practice, he makes small adjustments here and there but none the less, you hit most of your shots. You feel Konig warm to you during your session as you both trade light banter and he doesn't stutter as much. If anyone walked in, they'd assume you were life long friends. "You did well, care to join me for lunch?" Konig helps you clear the shells and you put away the guns back in their designated areas. "Sure, I'd love to." You smile and grab your bag and water bottle. Konig nods and you follow him to the cafeteria. It was rather quiet and the only thing on the menu today was some soup. You wouldn't complain though as your starving. You both find a small table and he sits in front of you. He was still towering over you as you both sat. You looked like an innocent child with her father. The broth in your hands was just asking to be eaten and you hungrily take a sip only for it to burn your tongue and you drop your spoon. "Ah ah hot hot hot!" You take a swig of your water, hoping to sooth the pain. Your tongue screaming in pain. "Are you ok, y/n?" Konig leans over, his frame looming over. Your heart catches in your throat, hammering away at your fragile chest, "Y-yeah, just burnt my tongue. I'm rather hungry today, I should be more careful." You swirl your spoon in the soup, blowing on it gently. "You are certainly clumsy, Kleiner." He chuckles, shaking his head. ((Kleiner- Little one)) "It just smells good." You reply laughing, a smile forming on your face "Y/n your blushing...how cute." You never knew you was blushing and you look down shyly. You look down at your soup and you see your reflection in the spoon and it proves right, looking right back in the spoon you see your cheeks a rosy red. "S-sorry...it's the soup." You play it off, knowing the reason why your blushing is because of him. You just couldn't help it. The mysterious man just had this effect that made you craving more. "I can tell I'm gonna enjoy these next few weeks with you, y/n." Konig chuckles, leaning back. He cross's his arms, looking at you with a soft stare, his mask moves gently as he breaths. "I shall look forward to it." You decide to take another sip of your soup and this time its not like eating lava of the sun, turning your gaze back to the soup to hide your blushing. Your butterfly's racing around in your chest.

Were you falling for someone you just met?

Was it even possible?

[s0fti3w1tch]

Disjointed Upset ROTTMNT Fan thoughts

It really does suck to go through 2018-2020 posts about ROTTMNT and see how little faith people had in the show tbh.

Listen, I have my own criticisms about Rise. I have many of them. While some as a consequence of being cut short, some aren't. It ain't perfect at all.

I understand to an extent why there were fears. Being cynical about the state of rebooted cartoons wasn't uncommon, especially in that era.

And yet, so many of them didn't even give it a try. Or if they did, they looked for things to dislike. So many were quick to brush it off.

One I remember distinctly being like "it's more comedy centric and all the turtles are just like 4 Mikeys"— Did we even watch the same show? Criticize it, but at least actually know what you're talking about.

And yet, at the time, even though I was enjoying the show, I keep seeing the negative feedback and I honestly began picking and picking at the parts I didn't like about the show. Because I wanted to stop liking it. Because I felt guilty for liking it.

Because I'm the same age range as the Rise turts! As a 14 going on 15 years old when the show came out, I was close to the target audience! Yet I felt so damn cringy for liking something "way worse than the other versions."

I'm becoming 20 in a couple months and I think about little I let myself enjoy things.

That is to say, I'm glad the movie brought life back to the series, and brought more eyes to just how much Rise was unreasonably bashed.

ROTTMNT was a story cut short. It didn't even last half the time of 2012's run. 2012-2017, 5 years, which was already the shortest after the other 2 before it.

Elements of the show and movie, concept art, and miscellaneous comments and notes from staff-- there was care put into this show. A plan. There was more meant to be there. ROTTMNT wasn't a soulless iteration. It wasn't a passionless project. People cared.

You're allowed to not like ROTTMNT! You don't have to like every iteration of TMNT! You're allowed to think something sucks.

But I look at the hate wave in 2018-2020 and think: Did these people even want the show to have a chance?

[dragon-chica]

Enid Sinclair Relationship Headcanons

Fandom: Wednesday

Sweetest, wonderful, most sunshine girlfriend ever that makes every day so much better by being around her.

Enid is very affectionate, hand holding, hugs, cuddling, physical touch is her #1 love language.

Also really likes the idea of love languages and wants to know yours! Says you're compatible even if the chart doesn't agree, she also just likes trying to guess other peoples' with you.

Doesn't think she's the jealous type but someone stole her spot next to you and she growled at them.

Was happy as soon as they left! Slipping her hand into yours and talking as if nothing happened, you just smile at her, amused.

She loves making playlists for you! Has a playlist for every occasion, roadtrip, grocery trip, study date, and they all have super long names and will send you ones titled "because i miss you ❤️❤️❤️"

She will try to finds song you will like, and listen to your favorite songs and bands even if she really isn't into it.

She loves Taylor Swift and Harry Styles, will recreate TS music videos on tiktok using littlest pet shops.

Tries to get you to dance with her! She loves dancing in her room and having fun and does her best to get you to join. She likes dancing just for fun, and little tiktok dances, but also wants to dress up with you and try to 'recreate' romantic dancing scenes.

You send her Monsters and Men on a playlist "indie werewolf tunes"

She tries to be vague but it's very obvious she's bragging about you on her blog.

Skin care is very important!! She'll drag you to her room for facemasks and manicures, she can do some pretty impressive little nail designs on you too.

She comes up with the cutest dates! has a pinterest board dedicated to cute things you can do together and cute couple ideas.

Biggest heart eyes if you surprise her with a cute date even if it's simple like a picnic 🥺

So! Many! Cute! Nicknames! She wants you to like your nickname and have something special for you but she can't help but call you anything that comes to mind "sweatheart, honeybun, cutiepie, cupcake"

Personal Space is really not her thing and if you're okay with it she will be touching you all the time, in your bubble, leaning her head on you, just being casually cuddly.

Very into PDA but tells you she doesn't want to be cringy or 'too coupley' and explains to you how to go about that.

They're all very sweet and you tell her they seem pretty fitting for her instead, which she will argue with you on.

You call her even cuter things though, even if you're not really one for giving out nicknames. "Lovebug" is just too good not to call her.

She always tries to do things that interest you! Even if they're spooky or uncomfortable likes bugs...she looks so pained but fully puts in an effort to enjoy it if you do.

Uses emojis with every text, she is a fast texter and can go on nonstop when you're not together and suddenly your screen is a wall of at least 40% emoji to text ratio.

So many hearts and "🥺🥺" and every other sweet/cute one. She can convey such long things with emojis and you've become a pro at deciphering her hieroglyphs.

Shopping dates! Even if you don't buy much, choosing outfits for each other to try on is so much fun.

100% will buy a stuffed animal and call it your child, switching who's bed it sleeps on regularly is a must.

Movie nights! She actually likes watching horror movies that aren't too gorey, but is easily spooked. She falls for every jumpscare and her claws come out when she yelps.

Her instinct is to protect you though! Which means if you're scared or not, you'll be yanked into her lap for safely, and might get a little poked by her claws while she clings to you.

You will defend her from anything but when someone called her your golden retriever,,,you admit there wasn't much of an argument there and she was a tiny bit offended.

You send her pictures of cute things with "this reminded me of you ❤️" and you can hear her squeal from 2 corridors away.

She told you her fears of dying alone if she's never able to transform, that she would be alone all her life and no one would love her so you blurted out "You wont be alone, I love you and I'll be there."

Which made you worry because you never actually talked about the future even though you know you want to be right her the rest of your life.

She froze for a moment, staring at you with watery eyes and you really started to panic but she surged forward wrapping you in a werewolf strength hug and kept crying and thanking you.

She tried to be diplomatic when you met her family but when her mom is disappointed in her, and you, and she's really unsure if you were serious about physically fighting the hag woman, it was not a relaxing time.

Her dad likes you though, he sees how happy you make Enid and that's all he wants.

[dreamcorechild]

Can you do more of Karaku's thicc booty?

...

This anon really likes asses....

Very well...

Warning!!!!!! for any little ones and minor ones and those who doesn't like nsfw things and tend to stay as innocent as possible. Also 18+ a bit I dont even know.

I beg of you to not read this and move on with your merrily way cause this may includes something.... Weird. and cringy.

This is your final warning, turn back now.

TW: A lot of asses... And worshipping. And spankings... And any other nsfw things that I cant think off.

So if you are a very hungry horny hippo then sit back. grab a plate and some knifes and forks and lets dig into that juicy tush.

Sorry that sounded a bit cringe but anyway let me give you what this Horny Anon wanted.

I'm gonna get hated for this for sure-

"Master's Pet~" [Karaku x Adult Female reader.] [A very long Smut story 18+]

"Hey, you there!~ I want you to massage this fine butt here, can you do it for me~?"

Karaku points to his butt and tilts his hips to the side slightly, as he looks over at you with a smirk under his lips, his emerald eyes gleaming with lustful hunger.

Karaku grabs you by the neck and then pulls you towards him and then pins you against the wall.

"That's a good little slave~ you're going to have a lot of fun with me~"

Karaku laughs maniacally as his lips curl onto a sadistic grin.

Don't be too stunned and speechless~ let's start, how about it~ give me a nice massage, will you~?

Karaku caresses your cheek sensually and then looks down directly at you.

”You better worship my glorious butt!~”

"Oh? You seem to be a little speechless. You must have liked how I ordered you to worship my big butt~"

Karaku looked at his slave with a cunning smirk.

”Oh well, let’s enjoy this~”

"Awww~ It appears that I have frightened you. That's so cute~"

”It's so amusing observing you being scared shitless~"

Karaku let out a deep growl that echoed out of his throat with his lips curling onto a sadistic grin.

”It amuses me, to see and hear your fear. It gets me in the mood to ravage you, sweetling~”

"It's alright to feel scared, I'll ease you into this~" He caresses their cheek sensually.

"Now give my big rear a nice massage~"

”Go on, it's what you're made for”

He smiles devilishly, as he grabs your hands and then pushes them against his butt.

Mmm~"

Karaku sighs deeply in satisfaction and licks his lips as his emerald eyes glowed with lustful desire for more. His breath hitched.

”Yes~ You’re doing an impeccable job as my massage expert~”

"I must admit.. my rear end is quite amazing~"

"That's why you're here, right~?"

Karaku chuckles to himself before staring at you with his emerald eyes. His voice lowered to a whisper.

"Your task is not over yet~"

"You must do a terrific and fabulous job of worshipping my rear end~"

”Yes. Yes. Of course it's all for me~”

Karaku snickered to himself and gave his slave a smirk.

"Let's continue, shall we~?"

I have to say... you're doing quite a fine job~"

Karaku laughs slightly before leaning against the wall and looking down at you. His head was slightly angled downwards. His bright green emerald eyes glowed with lust.

”My rear end is a magnificent piece of work~”

Karaku pulls you closer and gives you a pat on your head.

"You're doing great sweetie~"

”Keep using that hand of yours to massage my fine rear end~”

Karaku laughs and his teeth shine a bright silver.

"You're doing an excellent job. How do you feel when you're worshiping me~?"

"I can see my glorious ass in front of you~"

”Don’t forget to squeeze my rear end while you’re at it”

Karaku snickered and chuckled like a hyena. His voice was deep, raspy and sounded a bit psychotic. He licked his lips and grinned sadistically like he was having the time of his life.

"Keep going, sweetie~"

”Ahh~ You're worshipping my ass so well”

Karaku smiled and his heart raced with anticipation as he bit his lips in delight. His voice lowered down to a whisper.

"I can't wait for more~"

"Keep massaging my rear end. This is just the beginning, I want you to worship it until you're satisfied~"

”You better worship this rear end like it's a holy shrine”

Karaku chuckles to himself once again as his eyes glowed with lustful desire. He bit his lips in such a way that seemed so erotic and provocative.

As the chain pulls tighter onto his slave's neck, Karaku gets onto his knees and leans forward so that his face is close to his slave's face.

"You're mine. Remember, don't talk back to me or else."

”Now, you have no choice but to worship my fine ass~”

"You enjoy this don't you?

”Ahh~ How am I so irresistible~”

"Aww, my slave has no voice now. Did I make them speechless~"

”They're so cute when they're in this state ~ How precious~”

Karaku smiles and grabs his slave by the collar of their shirt and pulls them closer to his face.

"Such a cute and adorable pet ~"

”I might keep you as my personal slave ~” Karaku licks his lips in sadistic pleasure.

"Look at me, slave ~"

”My eyes are the only things you're allowed to look at~”

Karaku grabbed his slave's chin and tilted their head so that they looked into his shiny emerald eyes which glowed with lust.

"I am the only existence to you ~"

”I am your God and your everything~”

"So delicious~"

He whispered into his slave's ear in a voice that was soft, deep, and hypnotic, causing him to shudder in delight.

"You smell delicious too."

”How about a taste~”

He chuckled to himself and licked his lips in a way that was provocative, seductive, and erotic. His emerald eyes glowed with such burning lust as his voice lowered down to a whisper.

"Ahh~ What a pleasant feeling~"

Karaku smiles seductively to himself as his eyes glowed brighter with more desire, more hunger.

"Now you may worship my body.. but only for my pleasure.."

He whispered into his slave's ear once again with a voice that was deep, hypnotic.

”I am your God. I am your everything. You'll do what I request of you ~"*

He laughs to himself once again and continues to caress their body.

"Ahh~ I have a very itchy butt~ What will my pet do to please me?~"

Karaku looks up at you with his eyes gleaming

”Come, give your master a good butt scratching~”

He smiles and licks his lips. His voice lowered down to a whisper and his emerald eyes glowed with lustful hunger and desire.

"Remember, don't disobey me ~"

"Ahh ~" Karaku laughs seductively.

"Good girl~"

”Now use more pressure ~”

"It's itching too much~"

”Yes, scratch it like I'm the only being you've ever wanted to please~”

"Aahhh~"

He sighs deeply as the butt scratching felt heavenly. The desire for more is building inside his heart. He tilts his hips slightly. His bright emerald eyes glowed with a burning lustful desire as he licked his lips in a provocative way.

"That's perfect~"

”Please, keep scratching my butt~”

"Ahh~"

Karaku chuckles seductively to himself. He reaches down and grabbed the chain that was wrapped around his pet's neck and pulled it.

"I feel so much better~"

”Thank you for scratching this itchy, divine, and irresistible rear of mine~”

A wicked smile curled onto Karaku's lips with delight. His deep voice hummed with pleasure as he licked his lips.

"Such a good girl~"

He smiles as his voice was seductive and full of lust.

"Now lick the back of my fine rear~"

Karaku laughed cruelty and gave his loyal pet a seductive smile.

"Aaah!!~"

"Oh yes, your tongue is so soft!!~~"

A pleased expression appears on Karaku's face when he saw his precious pet licking the back of his rear. His emerald eyes glowed with a burning lustful desire and he licked his lips in a way that was seduceive and erotic.

"What an excellent job that you're doing~"

"Good girl."

He chuckled to himself and smiled seductively.

"It seems that you've satisfied me for now"

”That's good~”

"And there's only one way to thank me for my amazing time with you~"

Karaku's emerald eyes continued to shine brightly with burning lust. He smiled and stared down into his slaves' eyes.

"Oh? It seems I'm the one that's going to be sitting down and relaxing myself~"

”You're lucky you get to feel the experience of my divine rear~”

Karaku smiles deviously with delight as he prepares to sit on his pet's face. His eyes shimmered and he looked at his pet with wicked eyes full of a burning lustful desire.

Karaku sits down on his pet and sighs deeply. He feels such immense satisfaction from having his pet as such a comfortable surface and then he lets out a wicked chuckle.

"Oh this feels divine~"

A small smile curled onto his lips as he enjoyed the feeling of sitting on his pet's face. His voice was deep, seductive voice and it hummed with pleasure. He bit his lips softly as he continued to enjoy this moment of relaxation.

”Ohh~ that feels soo good~”

Karaku laughs to himself as he shifts his weight and moves around on his pet's head with such lustful hunger. He sighs deeply as he looks down onto his pet with such seduction with a grin on his face.

His eyes glowed brighter with such burning lust and his mouth was drooling in delight.

"How's it feel down there, sweetie~? Are you having fun being my pillow~?"

”Don't forget to massage my big butt while I'm sitting on you ~”

"Ahh~ Now this is what I call a relaxing and fulfilling experience~ This is heaven~"

He continues to shift his weight and move around on his pet's face with such lustful desire and he continues to speak with his voice laced with such seduction.

"You're really making me feel wonderful with that massage, sweetie~"

”I do hope this experience is not too uncomfortable for you my beloved slave~”

His emerald eyes shine with a burning lustful desire and he smiles down at you with such wickedness.

Karaku then gets to moving around on his pets face in a slow, pleasurable motion and starts to squirm around.

"Ahhh... you're giving such a divine massage~"

”Keep going, baby~”

Karaku's voice grows deeper and lower with such hunger.

"This is the only time that I'm going to tell you this.. you're such a good girl~ I will reward you greatly for this ~"

”I expect nothing but perfection with that massage, cutie~”

Karaku feels his pet struggling to breathe and he chuckles to himself.

"It seems that my divine rear end is a bit too much for you, honey~"

”I want you to struggle just for me~”

Karaku tilts and squirms his rear end around so that his pet's nose is smothered in his tight green panties.

"Ahh..~ is my pet being too sensitive now?"

"Too much for you to handle~?"

Karaku laughs and continues to move his rear end around. His voice was lower, deeper and full of seduction.

”My rear end is just fine and good~ Don't try to use your pitiful excuses to break free~”

He giggles and then gives his pet a light spank on their rear end.

"This is the only time that I'll ever want to hear you squirm like that~"

He continues to smother his pet's face with the divine rear that he possesses.

”Keep struggling for my pleasure, you dirty cutie~”

Karaku laughs once more in such joy and delight as he spanks his pet's rear.

"So precious.. look at all of these adorable sounds your making~"

”I can hear how much pleasure you’re getting. I'm definitely doing a great job for my pet. I'm giving you the best ass worship of your life~”

Karaku’s eyes continue to glimmer brightly. The smile on his face was that of utter joy as he continues to smother his pet with his divine rear end and wiggles and squirms on top.

"Aww.. such an exquisite, delicious and beautiful sounding squirm, my dear pet~"

He continues to smother his pet's face and laughs with such joy and delight.

”You're so lucky to have an ass like mine~”

He whispers in a voice full of seduction and his emerald eyes continue to glow with burning lust as he continues to move his body in a way that rubs his rear end in a pleasurable way.

"Oh.. how cute ~ is my pet feeling breathless~?"

”Do you want me to let you breathe?~”

Karaku chuckled and moved his body around in a such a fashion that smothered his pet’s face with his rear more. His eyes remained closed as his voice dripped with seduction.

"My goodness. It has been a while since my early workout and my rear is all sweaty and warm~"

”My rear is such a magnificent piece of work~ I've been working out and all that sweating and exercise has left it in such a soft, supple, and warm state of pleasure~”

Karaku giggles seductively.

"I could keep you under my glorious, divine, and superior rear end all day and night, if I wanted to~"

”I hope you're enjoying yourself under there~”

He gives a light squish of his fat butt and giggles.

"The sweatiness is like lotion~"

”Remember how soft and supple my rear is after the workout?~”

Karaku smiles devilishly at his pet's silence and he wiggles himself around so that his rear end wiggles, shakes, and vibrates on top of his pet's face.

”Ahh~ My rear is such an amazing, powerful, and divine piece of work~ I'm so proud of it~”

He hums to himself as he continues to keep squishing his rear down onto his pet's face.

"Is my pet too exhausted to speak anymore~?"

”Or is the feeling under my rear overwhelming?~”

His tone was teasing and his voice remained low and seductive.

"I must say that I've never seen any pet become so speechless from worshiping my rear~"

"Oh~ You're still clinging around for some more air, my pet~"

”Don't worry darling, you'll get to have more of my rear in a second~”

He chuckles and then begins to move his butt off his pets face. He stares into his pet's eyes with a grin plastered on his face.

"How was your experience with my rear~?"

”Oh~ I bet you're really craving to go back there~”

His emerald eyes spark with desire and he caresses his pet's chin.

"Oh, pet! You don't have to say anything, I can read your face so clearly~"

”Your face is telling me everything. That you enjoyed such a divine and heavenly experience under my rear~ Your thirst will never end with me~”

"I can feel your hunger so deeply within you ~ You are desperate for my rear~."

”I can feel your need to be under my rear forever ~”

His voice dropped to a whisper as he spoke in such an seductive and erotic tone.

"I want to see how your face looks when you're suffocating under my rear~"

As he spoke, he pushed his pet's legs aside and shoved their face back into his rear end. He began to giggle as he enjoyed watching the expressions on their face when they can't breathe under him.

”Look at that. You're turning blue~ No wonder you're so desperate for more~”

Karaku laughs with a smug tone, he then pulls his pet's face back up so he can get a better look at them.

"Ahh, pet. Such a delightful shade of blue suits you~"

Karaku laughs seductively and watches as his pet struggles and tries to breathe as he pushes them back under his rear and smothers them with it. He can't help but to grin, his emerald eyes still shining brightly with burning lust.

”I should keep you under my ass if this is how much you're enjoying it~”

He laughed and gives his pet a soft spank on Your rear end seductively.

*"Do you enjoy the smell my divine rear has~?" * ”Is this what you've been seeking all this time? My delectable and magnificent scent of my rear?” Karaku laughs once again as he continues to tease his pet with his divine scent.

"Do you not get enough from it yet? My rear is quite intoxicating, especially for someone such as you~"

”I shall make your cravings for it unbearable.. You shall never get enough of this rear~”

"Ahhh~ the smell of my divine ass is just so intoxicating, is it not?~"

”I shall make this smell your addiction, your vice~ You shall forever be my slave as long as it's on my Tush~”

Karaku continues to wiggle his rear so that the smell of his rear continues to fill his pet's nostrils while he giggles and caresses their face.

"You won't ever be able to think of anything else aside from my Butt~ You should be grateful~"

"Oh, this lovely silence that my pet is giving me... I love it."

”All that struggling and desperate breathless breathing was amusing and fun~”

He chuckles to himself while his eyes remain shut and he continues to rub his pet's face with such intimacy.

"That look is adorable on you by the way, I love how you don't want to say anything to me~ I want you to remain silent for me. It would suit you well~"

”You should be grateful that I'm allowing you to worship this divine piece of work~”

"You're so cute when you're silent and all red like that~"

”I love it when your face is red and hot like that~”

He whispers in a tone that drips with love with such a wicked, cruel smile. He leans in closer to his pet and presses his lips against their face.

*"You don't even know yet, but you're going to become obsessed with me~ I'll be the only one on your mind~"

”Soon your cravings will be filled with me and my Tush~”

"Now for the cherry on top..~"

THERE I HOPE YOUR HAPPY ANON NOW I MADE IT EVEN LONGER FOR YOU AND ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE WHO LIKES SMUT

Time for me to scream at the wall.

[silver-wield]

lol someone said on twitter that they spoke with their jp friend and A was only telling cloud off? For Tifa? Because he should be careful of re-gifting stuff like that so easily? This bitch man..she acts like she knows him. She literally tells cloud that he's dense in her gsd. Like wtf? Dense? He literally kisses tifa. PERIOD. Tifa barely did anything and he pounced on her. The simp knows what's up. I really don't understand why anybody believes a word this dead chick says. Oh but because she's all pitiful and cutesy uwu (i don't think so, it's an insult!) That people would rather ignore her negative traits than go be bothered while playing the game. Even if she taunted cloud because she misses zack and she's pissed at those two hitting it off and her's is dead. That isn't a fucking reason to steal said guy nor to deliberately hurt your "friends" just for your gain you dumbass. Even this jp interpretation is shit too. IT'S NONE OF HER BUSINESS! ugh. Then you see all these articles about kitase saying they wanted to convey the feeling of "when loosing someone you love, you wish you treated them better" ...........UM , first of all a lot are deliberately misinterpreting the word love here, second this could be said ABOUT THE WHOLE PARTY, third this bitch should be the one to treat them better! Kind people who did their best while you wanted to fck them and ruin their chances with the girl he wants & guy she wants don't need to be kind to you! This is a manipulative tactic! This is toxic as fck!

You know what? At first I thought the devs understood she had a flaw, but now I'm not so sure anymore. Im glad cloud called her WEIRD A LOT! Tifa might tell him and he'll feel bad but that doesn't change the fact that, that is what he thinks of her and her cringy ass confession. This man is not as oblivious as people think he is. Sigh. I'm glad some in TLS are catching up but where we are with the majority, I fear we will still hear the "there's no way he didn't feel anything for the blah blah" because the eng localization isn't COMRADE. Wtf change Comrade for "why not?" So RETARDED I WANT TO CRY.

For the last time, why should the kind people feel bad for treating her "badly" wtvr that means when she's the one who never respected nor cares foe their space and right at all? If I was there I would have slapped that hoe. Like no joke. She's 22 and people keep forgetting that. It's CREEPY. Ugh I personally would not deliberately hurt my friends just because I'm jealous of their happiness and now try to steal it for myself. Just because you have a reason/ sadness, doesn't mean you should act on it. Your last decision and action makes you who you are and I'm sorry. Aerith is a bad friend to both tifa , cloud, to the whole party, and ti her mother. Neither to zack as well.

Zack deserves better.

Btw she's been like this since OG for anybody thinking she's inconsistent. I'd say her remake version was the inconsistent one.

Except the R word cause that's not okay 😬

Tbh given what she says about how the whispers took everything from her I think in remake she was fully aware of everything and then it all went away and she went back to being her default OG bitch self, so she's not inconsistent before that point, it's that she knew things she no longer does and forgot what she knew so she's just a selfish bitch at heart and any character development she started off with went bye bye.

[multifandoms27-blog]

Ooo yes please split it into a 4 hc then another 4!

You got yourself a deal, anon!! Keep a look out for part two!

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Content: Yuji x gn!Reader, Megumi x gn!Reader, Gojo x gn!Reader, Nanami x gn!Reader

Warnings: Gojo LMAO

Notes: I finished the last half of this at 1 am, please forgive my tired writing lol. Part 2

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❥ Yuji Itadori

Oh boy...Yuji FLIRTING?? CUTEST. THING. EVER.

Yuji at first flirts with what he thinks is subtle signs of liking you, but isn't very subtle at all to anyone else

Like randomly grabbing your hand during movies, offering to share food with you and no one else, hugging you, cuddling you, he's basically your unofficial boyfriend

Is suuuper clingy. Always wants to hang out with you, always inviting you over, and for movie nights, and to go eat sushi and browse candy shops with you, etc.

He thinks his flirting style is fine, working in his favor even

But, when Gojo catches on, he's going to try to change his flirting style

"Yuji-kun! You must be suave!" Gojo says dramatically, striking a pose, sparkles appearing around him.

'Where did the sparkles come from...?' Yuji thought before nodding vehemently, striking the exact same pose Gojo is in. "Yes, Gojo-sensei!"

Gojo will try to get Yuji to use pickup lines, but doesn't...coach him on good ones

So Yuji will look up weird ass pickup lines...very basic cringy ones

He'll even pull the yawn and stretch on you, although he does that even before the pickup lines

But the lines make him seem like he either likes you a lot, or doesn't like you at all and is playing a joke

It makes you lay off your own signs, and Yuji is distraught when he notices

He whines to Megumi about it, who then calls him an idiot for following Gojo's advice

"Does Gojo-sensei have a partner?!" Megumi yells.

"No..." Yuji pouts, rubbing his head after Megumi hit him.

"Then don't ask him for partner advice!" Megumi yelled again.

Overall, poor Yuji tries his hardest :(

Please love him

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❥ Megumi Fushiguro

This one has no fucking clue how to go about dating, let alone flirting

Of course he's not going to ask the other, as he affectionately calls them, losers how to flirt with you. None of them have partners

The only one he would really ask advice from, is Nobara. And that's a last resort

He remembers what happened when he tried giving that girl directions...

Actually scratch that, he's not asking Nobara for shit-

He's determined to do this on his own, while also keeping it a secret from the others

The last thing he needs is another dramatic scene

He'll probably flirt with you in the form of complimenting you, especially when you're alone

And it tends to be...only you...

"(Y/n)-chan, your outfit looks pretty today." Megumi says, barely breaking a smile.

"Thank you, Megu-"

"Hah?! Compliment my outfit too, asshole!" Nobara jumps in. "I'm looking extra cute today!"

"Not like them." Megumi says plainly.

Yuji now has to mend Nobara's damaged ego while Megumi whistles and walks off with you.

He'll also let you call him shit like Gumi and Megu or Meg. Only you get to call him by nicknames though, nobody else

Overall he's really shy with it, and will usually sport a small blush as he compliments you

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❥ Gojo Satoru

GOD THIS MAN REALLY GREW ON ME

Fun fact, I have a fear of wide eyes so this man scared the shit out of me at first. But besties now I think hes hot as FUCK

anyways

Gojo is all suave when he flirts with you

He uses pickup lines, but smooth ones unlike Yuji

He also gets really handsy when he does

He loves grabbing your hand as he flirts with you

If you reciprocate his advances, he's going to be very confident and kiss your cheek

Will probably stop at nothing to make you all flustered by the time he's done with you for the day

Probably talks about you to other people, but you'll never know this information

Nanami will probably try to save you, since his idea of the worst punishment ever is being in a relationship with Gojo. He is not nice to this man

He also likes to flash his eyes at you and wink at you, knowing that the eyes is what really captivates other people

Also compliments you ALL THE TIME, no matter what you're wearing

Always inviting you out, always wanting to be close to you

Probably buys you shit as well, especially if it's for your birthday or holiday

I dunno, not much to say about this one lol

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❥ Nanami Kento

Imma be honest, I don't think he flirts-

Probably hits you with one-liners a lot if he does

Blocks other guys from being close to you or hanging out with you, but only while he's with you

You can hang out with other guys, just not when he's around. He wants your full attention

ESPECIALLY if Gojo is around

Although, like Gojo, he probably buys you stuff

Takes you out to nice dinners as flirting

I would be too nervous at a fancy dinner omg

Obviously compliments you, but with IMMACULATE vocabulary. He's a classy man

What a sugar daddy omg I love him-

He also loves describing your beauty in detail

Literally only wants to be around you

He's not too touchy, but he'll give you hugs and cuddles if you ask, but only within the comfort of his home

If he's away on a mission, he'll only bring you a souvenir. Whether thats candy, a little trinket, or a piece of clothing, he's bringing you SOMETHING, even if you tell him no

Its also the same at grocery stores. He'll only ask you if you want anything

"I'm going to the store." Nanami says bluntly, going to leave the room.

"Ooh! Nanami-san!" Gojo bounces on his heels. "Can you bring me a chocolate bar? I'll pay you back!"

"Get it your damn self."

"Nanami?" You speak up. "Can I have a chocolate bar?"

"As you wish." Nanami gives a ghost of a smile before going to leave, missing the smirk you give to Gojo.

"Nanami!" Gojo whines.

This man absolutely buys you bread to flirt with you LMFAOO

I dunno how, or why, but he does. And we love him for it

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[canitalkaboutsomething]

F1 in America is and always will be cringy and thats just part of the experience.

Many of us were sitting down or standing up on an exciting Sunday afternoon when we F1 fans collectively saw the cringe-fest that was Will. I. Am and LL Cool J's star-studded introductions of twenty of the best drivers in the world.

And as we were watching and cringing and closing our eyes and opening them because we were getting some serious secondhand embarrassment (at least I was,) we collectively all asked ourselves why this was happening and was the Fanfare necessary. 

Among with backlash from Twitter, and even some drivers speaking up about how unnecessary and distracting it was to do these introductions, many people wondered why the promoters and event organizers would choose to do something like that, especially on race day. 

So, why did that happen, and why was it so cringy?

The simple answer is money. I think to those who know and may not already know that any sport in America is highly commercialized and starts not with the teams or the sport itself but the idolization of those who operate in it. It has always been this way, even with sports outside the united states.

For instance, I bet most people could care less about the stats for the Kansas City Chiefs or The Cleveland Browns. Still, they know who Patrick Mahomes, Travis Kelce, and Joe Burrow are, or they could tell you that Lebron James plays for the Lakers and Stephen Curry plays for the Golden state warriors. Still, they don't know their positions or stats, but they could tell you their jersey number, what kind of shoes they prefer, their latest Instagram post, and who they are currently seeing. It happens often.

So why does this happen?

In sports, especially in American sports, it is not enough to be good at the sport. You have to be the best, and you have to be likable. That starts with your online presence, how the fan base perceives you, and how others perceive the sport. It is simply not enough to attend a sporting event and be entertained. It is a performance from the time you, the paying attendee, walk into that sporting event until you leave.

That's why they have halftime shows at basketball and football games; they have professional cheerleaders, crowd participation events, and mini-games on the sidelines of Major and Minor league baseball Innings. These entertainment tactics ensure that people have a good time and want to return.

So why does this happen in F1 when it comes to America?

Fanfare and Fanservice. Events in America, as I've stated before, are highly commercialized. That's how it is. And, because America is so big and the interest is so varied, organizations and promoters are left with having to find a way to appeal to bigger audiences. But, in addition to that, interest in things peaks and then declines drastically. And because of this, one of their highly effective tactics is to induce this feeling of FOMO.

" If you're not in Miami this weekend, where are you? Oh, you weren't in Austin this weekend, then where were you? Oh, you're not going to the race in Vegas? I'm sad for you."

Fanfare and the Fear of Missing out is an effective way to sell tickets, and because the United States only experiences three races as of this year, and the continent of North America in total experiences five races, if you're willing and have money to travel to Mexico and Canada, there are not a lot of opportunities to see these races in person, granted if they even have a passport (which is a conversation for another day.)

In addition, you have Drive to Survive on Netflix, which has gotten more people into the sport, especially in America, and in my opinion, has helped pave the way to getting Miami and Las Vegas on the schedule. In addition, the show has given newer fans a glimpse into the fast-moving world of F1, even on an overly dramatic scale. And to some extent, they expect that type of drama and scale when they go to these races. So, therefore, the Fanfare has to be bigger and better than the last to ensure that the sport can continue to become popular in America. 

So the organizers use big names like LLCoolJ and Will.I.Am, and they invite celebrities like Tom Cruise, Vin Diesel, and the cast of Fast and Furious; they have had companies that invite influencers who have nothing to do with the sport, trying to get as much publicity on the event so that the rest of America has this feeling of wanting to be where the action is taking place.

For comparison, This is the same reason why Beyonce or Taylor Swift can sell their concert tickets at astronomically high prices because you are not paying to go to a concert, but rather the experience of seeing them in the flesh in real-time, even if your tickets are not great, and you were in the nose bleeds the entire time, you were there and got to see it. Which is the same logic promoters are operating off of for these races.

Now back to the obvious,

Was the Fanfare with the introductions, at that moment, necessary? No. Honestly, it was just poor planning. The time to do something like that would have been at the drivers' parade or any other time other than race day, but it is interesting because so many people want the Fanfare to be around the race, big Sunday race day, which in America is more on par with NASCAR. Not saying that the race isn't one to have Fanfare over, but the race weekend technically starts on Thursday with the press, so there were potentially other opportunities to engage in Fanfare all weekend. 

Now, will this backlash affect how other American races will go this year? Probably not. But I hope that in any event that it's just a lesson in what not to do on a race day, and hopefully, next year, we will get a different format.

[invested-in-your-future]

What do you think would have been the best way to fix Yang's trauma?

Oh jeez, I haven't REALLy thought about this for a while. Its not like I haven't been thinking about it, but in detail its been a while. Where to begin...

I don't...think it should be something that is to be "fixed".

That's one of key issues with RWBY as a show - its so terrified of change that it wants to ignore what characters went through and if it can't - a quick fix on character issues if they do come up ("You have crippling depression from extremely traumatic event? Well boohoho, I was afraid of mice once").

You can't "heal" traumatic experiences.

You can learn to live with them, you can lessen the impact and chance of having an episode, you can adapt.

But its never about "fixing" or "healing".

And it applies to more than just Yang. The same applies to Ruby, the same applies to Blake (I talked before about battered woman syndrome and how RWBY kind of makes light of it in case of Blake's arc) and actually to a lot of characters.

Basically, the way one handles trauma is by accounting for it when writing a character from the point of the trauma forward.

A character can function perfectly fine and the traumatic experience in their past might not even come up in a scene, but as a writer one must be always aware of it, in case it needs to. It helps to not write yourself into situations where you end up making something extremely insensitive towards the topic subject (like I don't know, making fun of Blake being a "scaredy cat" as she jumps at literally shadows, while forgetting the impact an abusive figure like Adam has upon her).

So to go back to Yang, one needs to realize that giving a character a prosthetic SHOULD NOT BE meant to be a "fix it all" for a disability, giving character a pep talk SHOULD NOT BE meant to be "fix it all" for emotional and psychological trauma.

If you do ANY of that? You failed to write the character.

A prosthetic is empowerment and convenience, but its not the same as having your own hand (and magically fixing disabilities is also bad trope please don't do this). A pep talk (even cringy one) is meant to inspire, but it can't rewrite the past.

So to answer on how one would "fix" it?

The answer is easy: writing an actual character arc that accounts for her traumatic experience and walks her through the common issues she would absolutely struggle with, allowing her to overcome the parts she CAN overcome.

In terms of the arm, simplest things like how one opens a door or gets out of bed can become small victories and steps of progress. In trauma like that, the harder aspect is always parsing what is no longer there, rather than what you replace it with. Its kind of gross that the show just skips past that (then again majority of things that should be on-screen are offscreen, so that stuff nobody needs could be on-screen). Portraying Yang as someone just as capable with one arm, portraying Yang as someone who learns to live with her disability and reasserts her value as somebody who is not dependent on how "able" she is, is extremely empowering idea and the show just skips it.

In terms of psychological trauma, maybe doing some research or hiring a consultant for psychological aspects would have helped. Because what happened in V3 should be all means affect how character is written. "fear of mice" moment is gross and should not work. What happened stays and you thus need to write HOW Yang approaches what happened and how she learns to live with that trauma or lessens it's effect.

Talking from POV of psychology, there are absolutely things that should tie together to that trauma even if years pass. You can get better with living with your trauma, but the tricky nature of our emotions and our mind is that it takes one specific set of circumstances and you have another episode and you feel like you haven't made progress at all(which is not true but you think that).

So whether positively or negatively, trauma WILL affect the character till the day you write that final "fin" endcard.

It only makes sense to write Yang as someone that has to rediscover her place in the world, her self-worth and find all over again who she is, because its also natural steps within dealing with a traumatic experience.

So I guess that's how I'd have done it.

Take Yang where she is after the Fall of Beacon, establish the kind of traumatic issues she is dealing with, properly portray her struggle, while also focusing on raising the question of who she is and who she wants to be and what she can do in regards of that. It does not mean all steps are forward and it does not mean all choices are right, but the choices are hers. And Mistakes are hers to make.

Its not done to move the plot or so she can go on a journey or so the status quo can be restored. Its done because it makes sense for her character. Because character agency matters A LOT.

If you write a character with a goal of "just throwing the team back together in X number of episodes" you already failed every single of those characters. It takes X number of episodes? Great! It takes multiple volumes? Also great! The situation can't go back to status quo because of how much things changed? ALSO great. Whatever it takes to make a fulfilling character journey.

Likewise Ruby and her guilt and trauma should absolutely have been the focus and Blake's own fears shouldn't have been made light on.

And same extends to character interactions - you don't just sweep under the rug things like character misunderstandings or consequences of words said and actions taken. Blake and Yang absolutely should have gotten a progression arc of dealing with what happened in V3 and how Blake leaving impacted Yang, for example. If you just flip the switch one day and its all fine you already failed those characters.

In a lot of ways a proper RWBY story for me has always been about dealing with what came before and how it is affecting who you are now - Summer's fate affects who Ruby is, Adam's behavior affects Blake, Weiss family affects Weiss, expectations and aimlessness affects Yang, Ozpin's mistakes affect the world and The Fall of Beacon affects everyone and should absolutely impact how the ENTIRE show goes.

The show basically writes itself with all the meaty set-up Fall of Beacon gives to basically entire cast that can follow that specific theme. And it doesn't.

And its kind of sad that RWBY completely lost that part of itself, becoming a show that essentially doesn't have time for it's own characters...

[justrandomfanfictionskh]

Mary Todd pt 3

Previous

Marinette knew she looked beautiful, and not just because her friends, family, and the kwami's had told her so repeatedly. She had made her dress specifically for this night taking into account everything from her body shape to her skin tone. This was her night, celebrating her victory. So, she was going to look her absolute best, by pouring every ounce of her skill and artistic powers into the perfect dress. When Roy had turned to look at her, she had seen in his expression that her efforts had not been wasted. However, this Jason was starting to make her doubt, because he was staring at her with nothing short of pale faced terror. His body was tensed like a rubber band about to snap. His jaw was clinched so tight, it might have been glued shut. And those strange green, blue eyes were filled with such open shock and fear, that she had to stop and make sure she wasn't turning into an akuma. It was more than a little unnerving.

Roy seemed to think so as well, since (after seeing his friend's posture) he tensed and began looking between him and her with a mix of confusion and uncertainty. After an awkward moment Marinette decided that she would have to break the tension and thus offered up a gentle smile saying, "It's nice to meet you M. Todd, I hope you are enjoying your stay in Paris."

Her words seemed to shake the man a little, as he cleared his throat, loosened his shoulders, and said, "Yes. Very much. Thank you," before immediately turning to his drink. He then proceeded to ignore her completely, which Marinette found to be more than a little insulting. After all, what could she have possibly done to this man, this stranger, to deserve such a reaction. 

"Any way," Roy said turning his back on Jason, "Are you enjoying the party?"

Marinette smiled as she glanced at the Eiffel Tower, still a brilliant red. "I am, and you?"

"Well, I wasn't until about a minute ago," Roy said his flirtatious smile returning in full force. 

"Let me guess," Marinette said allowing some slyness into her voice, "Is that when you saw me?"

"Would it be too cringy if I said yes?"

"Yes, but not the bad kind."

"I didn't know there was a good kind of cringe?"

"Of course, there is!" Marinette exclaimed, "Like dad jokes or bad movies. In flirting, bad cringe is when the cheesy pick-up line is unwanted. Good cringe means that it is wanted."

Roy beamed at the implication, "Good to know." Marinette returned the smile, but it dropped to concern when something deep and ferocious growled. Roy turned, and Marinette saw Jason scowling into his glass of whiskey. "You’re sure you're alright, Jay?" Roy said now more annoyed than concerned.

Jason drained his glass in one shot before growling, "I'm fine." As he signaled for another.

Roy was now watching his friend with such a strange mix of complete concern and gentle annoyance, that it contorted his face in a wat that made Marinette suppress a giggle. It was just too cute, and she decided that despite this Jason's rudeness, she wanted to continue their conversation. "So," she said casually, "If you don't like these kinds of parties then why come?" 

Roy sighed as he sipped his drink and then nodded into the crowd, "Our adoptive fathers. They love these things. They like to compete to see who can throw the most money around. Mainly to charities and the like, but still, it gets old real fast."

Marinette raised an eyebrow but followed his gaze to a group beneath an ice sculpture of King Monkey. There were two men in the center of a group of socialites, both smiling and laughing and making fools of themselves. Marinette gave them the benefit of the doubt, and assumed that they were a little drunk. Meanwhile, their dates stood off to the side consoling each other as they watched with poorly concealed amusement. "Your adoptive fathers are Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen?"

"Yep," Roy said with some level of exasperation, and Jason drained his glass again. 

Marinette thought about everything she had heard of the two gentlemen. They were both on her waiting list. So, she had researched them, and found that either the tabloids had it out for the richest men in America, or they were exactly the type of client that she did not want to work with. "That would get old," she said at last and then slapped her hand over her mouth. She had not meant to say that out loud. 

However, Roy laughed, and Jason might have cracked a smile as he sipped his drink. "I am so glad you agree," Roy said. 

Marinette laughed nervously desperately trying not to stutter. She had worked hard to overcome her nervous tick, and she would not start again now. So she took a deep breath, and focused on each word that came out of her mouth as she said, "What I meant was, that...I don't think they'll have a lot to compete for here, since Ladybug fixed all of the property damage from each attack." 

"Yeah," Roy said, "You're lucky your hero has such an amazing power. Back in Star City, our guy is only just useful enough to stop the occasional mob boss. And if you ask me the only reason, he's half as successful as he is, is because of Black Canary. She's the real power behind our heroes."

Marinette laughed and was about to playfully argue with him, when Jason said in a low, unsteady voice, "Was it hard? The akumas, I mean. Were...did they...did they ever hurt you?"

Marinette sighed and downed a large portion of her glass before setting it down. The bartender wordlessly refilled it and met her eyes. She and him shared the same haunted look of pain and sympathy, before she turned back to her companions and said with a deep breath, "Yes, it was hard. Not many outside of Paris truly understand what we went through. And even if they know the facts, it’s hard to explain how it changed us. I don't think there is one single Parisian who hasn't been akumatized, brain washed, maimed, or killed over the last five years. Many have experienced all four and more than once. And on top of it all, you could barely process any of the events you were going through because then you risk becoming part of the problem. You became a slave, doomed to hurt everyone and everything around you until you've been freed, or served your purpose."

"But we always had Ladybug," the bartender said confidently. "She never failed us, fixed our buildings, healed our wounds, raised our dead. She saved us almost every single day, and in the end, she freed us. We will never not owe her everything. We will always be eternally grateful to her."

Marinette smiled softly as she let the stranger's words wash over her. Letting her eyes drift towards the Eifel Tower with tears and gratitude, she remembered the distant words of a half-forgotten story and said, barely above a whisper, "She cast her magic spell, and made everything better."

A sharp intake of breath drew her attention, and she turned to see Roy staring at her with eyes full of pity and understanding, and Jason pale and shaking staring into his glass. "Did you..." Jason began in a choked voice, "Did you...die?"

Marinette sighed and nodded, "A few times. But I'd rather not talk about it if it's alright with you. We're supposed to be celebrating after all."

"Of course," Roy said smiling. And it was a much better smile than his flirtatious one, full of understanding and maybe even a little adoration. "So, tell me, what brings you here, other than celebrating the greatest heroes in the world."

Marinette felt herself blush at the compliment, as unintentional as it was, and said, "Oh well, I am a designer. I was commissioned by Style Queen to design some outfits for some of the VIPs here tonight. I gave her the designs and her team made sure they were done in time. And thank kwami for that, otherwise I would have never finished."

"Really," Roy said in wonder. "Show me! Which ones?" 

Marinette giggled and began pointing out her friends. They had all wanted outfits reminiscent of the heroes of Paris knowing full well that this might be their last chance to go all out in their personas without raising suspicion of their identities. So, Marinette had gone all out. She pointed to Zoe and Cloe, who were matching in their elegant Queen Bee and Vesperia dresses. With Queen Bee being yellow with black accents and Vesperia being black with yellow accents. Mayor Bourgeois was standing near them with his wife, and they were honoring both of the heroes, with equal parts black and yellow. They didn't know that Zoe was Vesperia, but everyone knew Chloe was Queen Bee, and she had insisted that they honor the new Bee Hero along with the old. Kagami was holding Zoe's hand wearing a red Ryuko dress that was styled after a traditional Japanese kimono and embroidered with a black and gold eastern dragon. She then pointed out Alya (her mom was catering the event), who was wearing a burnt orange Rena Rouge dress with white accents, dancing with Nino, whose dark green jacket was stitched to give the illusion of a Carapace shell on his back.

Pointing to Luka in his dark blue suit Viperion suit, Marinette stressed how important it was that the embroidered snakes had to be silhouetted and not full color. She then saw Juleka in her Purple Tigress dress, and she complained about how long it took her design team to get just the right shade of purple in the painted stripes that framed the bodice and bled into the skirt. However, it was nowhere near as difficult as Jagged's suit because he had decided that he had to support both of his children's favorite heroes, while maintaining his own style. However, the most touching request had been Clara Nightingale's because she had wanted to honor all of the Miraculous. So, Marinette had taken extra care in designing the white dress embroidered with every single Miraculous animal dancing around her skirt and bodice. However, Marinette's favorite was Adrien's Chat Noir suit. It was the simplest, but it was the only one she had made without Audrey's team, and she had spent hours embroidering hidden black cats in the black fabric, and a golden bell on the tie. However, she did have to spend three hours convincing him not to wear cat ears.

When she was done point out all of her friends, a few others, Roy was staring wide eyed and amazed, at all of her hard work. He shook his head in wonder and said, "Wow, just...wow...you are amazing. Those are incredible. And I assume you designed your own dress as well."

"Yes," Marinette said stepping back to display the flowing red gown with black accents. Her hair was pinned up to into a bun with red crystals, and her accessories were encrusted with black jewels that twinkled in the party lights. "I actually made this one myself, although Mme. Audrey provided the jewelry." 

"Incredible," Roy breathed. "You are so talented. But wait...I thought Jagged Stone only wore suits designed by MDC. You're not..."

Marinette blushed and adverted her eyes. But when she did, she caught a glimpse of something on the Tower that she didn't notice before. She squinted at it, and then gasped when she noticed what it was. She laughed her clearest and most heartfelt yet, causing the two men to look at her in confusion. But before they could ask what had caught her attention, Luka and Adrien pushed through the crowd. 

"Mari!" Adrien called, "There you are! Come on we have too---"

"Adrien!" Marinette squealed, "Look! Look! I didn't notice it before, because of the gaps in the metal. But look! The spots on the Tower. They’re not spots! They’re cat paws! Adrien! They're projecting cat paws on the Eiffel Tower!" 

Adrien blinked and stared in awe. "Huh," he said, "Well how about that?" Marinette beamed as his eyes began to water, and Luka hugged him from behind. They all stood in quiet gratitude to the city that they had fought for for so long. They had never taken up their mantels for praise or validation. But to be given that praise and validation after so many years of suffering and sacrifice, was a boon that they could never appreciate enough. They didn't need it. They didn't ask for it. They would have done it all over again without it. But still it was given, and the two heroes felt the love of the entire city surround them in that moment. And despite all of the scares from the past five years, in that moment they were fulfilled with the gratitude of their city. 

Their reverie was broken when Roy cleared his throat and said, "So, you all are big Chat Noir fans huh." 

Adrien blushed, but Marinette said confidently, "Ladybug would never have succeeded without Chat Noir. She could not have asked for a better partner, and he does not get nearly enough love and appreciation as he deserves."

Adrien hid his deepening blush in his boyfriend’s arm and said, "Well, we'd love to stay and chat, but our friends are looking for us."

"Oh right," Marinette said upon recognizing their code phrase. She finished her wine and turned to face her drinking companions. "It was very nice to meet you, Roy. You too, Jason. I think."

Roy chuckled and said, "It was very nice to meet you too, Marinette. And don't worry about the ass, he's never nice to meet. Do you mind if I find you later?"

Marinette paused, eying him. Roy was a stranger, but it was hard not to like him when he seemed so sincere and kind. His friend was strange and rude, somehow familiar, but Roy seemed sweet. Besides, he was cute. So she smiled slyly and said, "You're assuming that you can find me."

"Do you doubt my abilities?" Roy said.

"I do not know your abilities."

"Then I will have to find you, and show you about how amazing all of my abilities are."

"We will see," Marinette mused. And as Jason's growl turned Roy's attention way, she pulled her friends back into the crowd. As they moved to the spot where they could transform, Adrien laughed at her saying,

"Why did you never flirt like that with me?"

"Or me?" Luka grinned.

Marinette rolled her eyes and said, "Because you're dorks. And I was a dork. And dorks don't know how to flirt." 

"You knew how to flirt with him!" Adrien exclaimed. 

"Because I'm no longer a dork. I am a successful business woman, and world renowned designer. But you...you will never change. You will forever be the King of the dorks. Long may you reign."

"Ouch." Adrien mock protested.

But Luka said, "Good I like dorks."

Marinette rolled her eyes, and she pulled Adrien away from the party. Hiding behind the vendor trucks, Adrien and Marinette let Tikki and Plagg out into the night air. The two kwami immediately began bickering. But Marinette and Adrien only turned to face each other with gentle smiles and shinning eyes. "Ready for our final bow, Chaton?" Marinette asked softly. 

"My final bow, milady," Adrien corrected. "You're show is only just getting started. And I am so excited for where it's going. Just remember, if it ever gets to be too much, all you have to do is ask. And your entire team will come running. We are all here for you, miraculous or not. We are family, and we love you."

Blinking back tears, Marinette hugged her partner, as the music quieted and the Mayor of Paris introduced the President of France to the waiting audience. She held him long and tight because, this was it. It was over. Their war was done. They had won. And now they had to move forward, to whatever the hell came next. 

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do you ever get afraid of being in your 30’s? i think a lot of people on this site treat anyone over the age of 29 like they’re cringy, esp if theyre still into fandom or art or anything like that. when you turn 30, do you think you’ll still be on tumblr?

No I'm never afraid of being in my 30s. I can't wait to be in my 30s. I think a lot of the fear of aging comes from this conviction that you have to be x kind of person and do xyz things by the time you are x years old. And so it's less the fear of aging (which is still its own fear in this anti-aging society) and more the fear of time, running out of time specifically. Once I started telling myself that I don't actually have to do xyz things by the time I am x years old, I haven't struggled so much to enjoy the process of growing older. Regarding whether or not I'll still be on Tumblr, I don't know! I do enjoy this site but it's a huge time suck, and every year I contemplate leaving social media entirely. But I've also been saying that for a decade, so who knows.

[packedandstrapped]

can u give me ideas on how to come out? i’m 22 and known i was a lesbian since i was around 14-15 and have been too scared to come out because of my parents. i value what my parents say and ik they aren’t going to accept me so when i come out to them, they’re gonna say they disown me and kick me out or some other shit, but it’s gonna make me spiral into a depression (haha). but i can’t keep living a lie man living like this is hard especially when my parents keep trying to set me up with men. when i was in highschool, i tried so hard to give them hints i didn’t like men, i never dated them, never talked about them, hell even begged my mom to wear a suit to prom, but she told me it was “un lady like” and made me wear a dress. i just love my family so much and i don’t want them to hate me but living this lie has made me hate myself. no matter what i do it’s a lose lose situation. this has caused me so many problems. i literally use to have an eating disorder because of how much anxiety of my parents finding out i was gay would give me. i’ve tried to convince my self to like men and i just can’t. i feel like something is so so wrong with me and i can’t. it makes me not wanna live anymore i wouldn’t wish this on anyone. i know this is lowkey cringy to be telling someone all this, but i just really really need advice on this because i just can’t keep living everyday a lie.

Hey friend- please feel free to DM off anon if you want to talk. I will chat with you about this stuff literally any time.

There's nothing wrong with who you are. Your message feels like something I could have written at 19-20 years old. When you said you value what your parents say, I felt that in my core. I want to be able tell you that everyone comes around and they'll totally understand and accept you. But sometimes it's not that way. And the people that claim to love us the most can only give that love when we fit into the box they've created for us. This might sound hokey, but reading The Four Agreements really helped me identify the space between my parents ideas and my own. I will send you a copy if you're interested in reading.

It's no wonder that you're experiencing so much anxiety and worry about coming out. For a lot of us, coming out as gay to our parents is the first time we truly see them disappointed in us. There's a crushing weight to our parents thinking we're actively trying to hurt them by living our lives authentically. I hope that's not the case for you.

If I could do it all over again, I would journal about it for a few days. I'd practice the important phrases I want to get out. I would focus on the simple message I wanted to send rather than trying to navigate their feelings. I would try to think about the various reactions I might get and have one or two general ideas of how I could respond neutrally. And despite all of this, I'm sad to say even though I would have felt more in control, I'd still be just as wounded coming out of it. I understand the fear you have in disappointing your parents because it's been a reality for me for almost twenty years. They've never let up on reminding me that while they're proud of my accomplishments, it's despite my otherness rather than a celebration of what a queer person can do. They refuse to use the word "wedding" or "wife" and they give us a room with two twin beds when we go to visit. The microaggressions never cease. What's changed now is how much of myself I let them see. Now it's about what makes me comfortable instead of existing around them in a box that never fit right. It's still hard- I regularly grieve the relationship I wish I had with my parents. But as I've aged, I've realized that my friends are my family. They are they ones that have been there and show up for me unconditionally. They're the ones I have turned to when I needed a place to stay, a job, or a listening ear. They get it.

I don't know how you feel most comfortable communicating with your parents, but think about what it would look like to say the words out loud or in a text. Try not to feel bad about telling them this information. You are being truthful and honest and that's what is important. You are giving them the gift of seeing you for who you really are; to celebrate you in the way you want to be seen in this world. Don't worry about doing it the wrong way because sometimes there just isn't a defined right way. I know it's scary but the sooner you get it off your chest, the sooner you can fall into the comfort of your real self.

Come back or DM me if you need anything, friend. We need you here.

[thegrinchwhostolechristmas]

Introduction to my Tumblr page??

This feels so awkward. I don't know why..

Okay anyway.

Hi, I'm Alex and this is the first introduction to any social media account I've ever made so sorry if it's not good.

I will just start off by explaining the image.

In the top left corner is what kind of music I like. I didn't want it to fill up too much so what I have on there right now is Mitski, Korn, The Cure, and The Misfits. But besides those four bands, I also like Mindless Self Indulgence, The Cure, System of A Down, The Garden, Creature Feature, Xasthur, My Chemical Romance, Deftones, Alien Sex Fiend, The Naked And The Dead, Aurelio Voltaire, Will Wood, Will Wood and the Tapeworms, Jack Conte, Lemon Demon, Queen, Birds Fear Death, Ghost, Melanie Martinez, Ramones, Pixies, TV Girl, Puzzle, Skinny Puppy, Oingo Boingo, and Soft Cell. Those are most of the Artists I listen to that I like four or more songs from.

Below the picture of music artists I like, there are three games I like to play. Like a Dino!, Nyan Cat: Lost in space, and Pastel Friends. I think I can say Like a Dino! is a music based game, and it almost reminds me of Magic Tiles 3, a game I used to play when I was younger. Nyan Cat also has music but a lot of meowing in it. I like Nyan Cat because of the sound effects and I personally find it a fun game. I also like how you can customize your cat. Pastel Friends is just a basic dress up game. I love dress up games where I get to create little characters. I don't know why, but it probably ties into how I used to be a cringy gacha kid when I was younger, but who the hell knows 🤷 It's fun and I think it's cute. But besides those three games I also like to play Fun Run 3, Geometry Lite, Geometry Dash, SubZero, Doki Doki Literature Club, Baldi's Basics, Custom Cast, Goat Simulator, Minecraft, and Gacha Life 2. Gacha Life 2 is only to dress up and make cute characters again, I promise I do not participate in any Gacha Heat 😞🙏

Below the games there are three movies. Pirates of the Caribbean 1: The Curse of the Black Pearl, Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest, and Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End. POTC 3 is my ultimate favorite though. My favorite character is Hector Barbossa and he is just such a good character in my opinion! I do not wanna say too much because I'm afraid I might spoil something, but he owns a monkey named Jack and I remember a specific scene at the end of one of the movies Hector is seen baby talking Jack (not Sparrow).

On the right side of the movies, there is an anime I really liked and have for four years. HunterxHunter!!! I love it so much I have no idea why. Like I hate so many of the characters, like that stupid clown Hisoka, and there's also the bald lemon head looking bald grandpa in the Zoldyck family, but it's not Zeno. But besides that, I find it a nice anime.

On top of HunterxHunter, there's two people I made in Pastel Friends. Me on the left and my girlfriend on the right. I will not say her name for her own sake but she is the best and I'd do anything for her. We were friends for a year before we got into a relationship and she's the most perfect person I've ever met.

On top of my girlfriend and I is Illumi Zoldyck. There is not much to say. I just like him :P

And on top of Illumi, there is the unlabeled flag. I hope its not outdated, I kind of rushed making this whole thing. But I do not have any labels on my gender/sexuality. I am not cis, demi-boy, demi-girl not hetero, bisexual, pansexual, I am just me and prefer the pronouns he/him or they/them. But it is completely cool if you go by any of the sexual orientations/genders I just listed!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈🌈🌈🏳️‍🌈 bwyafypdh

I think I explained everything on the image, now I will tell you other things

My favorite drink is eggnog, my favorite foods are probably steamed vegetables, my favorite candy is suckers, my favorite dinosaur is the Spinosaurus, my favorite colors are red and sometimes green.

Likes: Candles, things that smell good, writing, reading, poetry, winter, the cold, caffeine, pirates, dinosaurs, language from the 1500's, music, the grinch, lipgloss, socks, cool mugs, sketching, mini dioramas

Dislikes: Being too warm, MY HANDS BEING STICKY, naps, breaking my elbow, cracking my knuckles and feeling pain, mean teachers

I have a basic DNI list

My favorite book is also The Timekeeper by Rob Kidd!

[beevean]

The reason I haven't watched Prime yet, other than the fact the trailers fully failed to catch my interest and everything in there honestly looked really ugly and oddly stretchy, is basically because Sonic allegedly is presented as an OOC idiot and all his friends as needless dicks. It makes me fear watching it is going to be one big They Would Not Do That teeth-grinding endeavour, which I know I am not going to enjoy in the slightest. I had the exact same in Boom RoL, with Sonic randomly bailing his friends out of a fight they could have easily won (but clearly asking them to turn tail because he was worried)... and his friends then suddenly becoming all aggressive and accusatory when shit hit the fan despite the fact that 1. Sonic was trying to help (even if it clearly was not necessary in a more meta player sense, but still, it's nice he was worried, I suppose) and 2. Sonic could not have known he would lead the party right to Lyric, yet everyone fully blamed him for Lyric's escape anyway without taking that detail into account at all. Prime seems to be doing the same with that shattered crystal, and it truly comes off as unfair towards Sonic.

But I must say, the more people are abuzz about Prime, the more my curiosity is piqued... in a "I wonder just how bad it actually is" kind of way, but still. Now I really am heavily debating if maybe I should give it a watch after all, but I just truly don't like how it appears as if the characters got completely stripped of everything that makes them likeable and Sonic gets the short end of the stick because of it😅

And of course the fact Silver is not in it, but we can't have everything. But still :<

You nailed it lol. It's exactly that: trailers and blurbs both failed to convince me it would be a good investment of my time. I mention Boom because I felt the same way when the trailers of RoL started to drop: I watched them, thought "wow this looks very unappealing" and simply never followed its development - and this was long before it turned out to be a glitchy mess lmao.

I still have zero interest in catching up. I have watched a few clips from my friends who did subject themselves to it, and I'm sorry, but every frame simply repels me. I don't like the overly stretchy animation, Sonic has some truly cringy lines, everyone's OOC, the concept alone is just wasted IMO - I don't care about a Jungle AU or a Pirate AU! The Eggman AU could have been great, showing on-screen what Forces didn't, but nooooooo we have to have the Chaos Council 🙄 yeah thanks, that's exactly what i needed in my life, gen z eggman.

Doesn't help that the praise I keep seeing feels rather shallow, about how cute characters are (first it was Nine, now it's Apple Metal or whatever the name is) or how funny the shipteases are. And sure, nothing wrong in enjoying mindless entertainment ofc, you do you. But again, I still think I'd be wasting my time. It's not even interesting in the same way IDW sparked some interesting conversations about Sonic's personality and morals in the games. Yeah, Sonic's a dumbass here. People like him being a dumbass. Okay.

Anyway, if you want to hatewatch, I recommend doing so with a friend lol. You could both make fun of it and seriously discussing about what works and what doesn't :P