My disability is being disabling and I’m pissed. So unfair. What do you mean it’s not just a fun little quirk? What do you mean that my disability is negatively impacting my life a little extra right now??? Rude as hell
Also there IS a potential in the idea that Simon might have eyes missing, or at least injured. But probably missing.
Djura has a scar across his face passing where his covered eye is, so by occam’s razor, he is missing this eye! His data reflects both eyes but whereas developers have a secret slider to distort faces ( x ), they do not appear to have one to just make an eye gone!
Simon, however, has hard to see straight stripes/scars passing through his both eyes! I was neglecting his bandage over eyes as sort of a disguise because Harrowed hunters were supposed to imitate ‘beggars’ that nobody would want to do anything with (probably because having to cover your eyes means you are turning into a beast or are blood-drunk, naturally..), but such plain scars are a really interesting bit!
Perhaps they coulda been made just a bit more visible, but it is still a detail developers had to place this way. So like... What if this is not an added feature to make ‘move wrinkles’, but a hint towards what we should think? Tea??
(Damn though, they just happen to be symmetrical and vertical. As if whoever cut his eyes did so intentionally and calculated. Could it be Simon himself doing it, in order to make himself see the Nightmare he had a hunch about, by self-blinding? Or was it just someone like Brador injuring him in “reality” when he saw too much so he could not show?)
I’ll be honest… I didn’t really get what Ahsoka saw in Bo-Katan (even after the kinda hot emo brooding on her throne last week), but holy shit… this week, I get it. Damn. Just. Damn.
Damn, Disney hitting me hard with Encanto, the story of a family healing from the emotional abuse of a perfectionistic and deeply hurt matriarch who puts immense pressure on her family to perform and put on a good public face. Everyone thinks everyone else is perfect and so they're all suffering alone. It's only the lost, forgotten child who can see the cracks and heal the hurt.
A/n: Please, I had this idea and was IN TEARS when I realized how cute this would be. Also, I think (or hope?) my writings gotten better in the span of time I’ve had this blog! At the very least I’m using more synonyms 😌 so go me!
PS - please enjoy on a cold day with a mug filled with your hot beverage of choice !
G/n reader
This day was not going your way. You had woken up shivering and tired, realizing slowly as you gained consciousness, that you had kicked all of your beds covers off in your sleep.
You were shaking with goosebumps running up and down your arms, cold from the chilly air seeping in through the thin walls of your apartment, and from the missing blankets that would’ve kept you warm. It felt too early to be up. You didn’t want to stay alone in your bedroom however. So sighing you brushed off your disdain at the unpleasant morning, and furthering yourself from the confines of your bed, stood up. Your body protested valiantly, but in vain all the same as you successfully, stayed upright. Cheering silently at the small victory, you shuffled to get to your destination, the bathroom.
One warm shower later and you could enjoy the early morning. The hot water quick to return warmth to your body and any tension from clenching your muscles, fell away leaving only the sensation of water sliding down.
Finishing up, you get dressed, grabbing a hoodie on the floor and some clothes from your closet. Content with what warmth you now had, you step lightly, humming your way to the kitchen with a song. One that had been filling the apartment with your boyfriend’s sing song voice, you realize.
You’re smiling when you open the cupboard, absently pushing aside all the cups to find the one you had in mind.
Each of the mugs held a memory or feeling you held dear and close to your heart. There were ones with oddly shaped handles and chipped edges, silly graphics on others, and then, there was your favorite. It was cheesy and in retrospect a tad bit ugly, and you still loved every part of it.
A cup of something warm in that mug was always a direct reminder of the day it was gifted to you. You had been cold then too. Though it was out and on a date that you had been freezing, instead of the comfort of your home. Thinking about that day, it had not been as enjoyable as you might’ve wished at the time. It had led to you being gifted one half of a set of matching couple mugs, which you cherished, and that made the day something to look back on fondly, filling you with a warmth somewhat similar to the action of sipping from the object itself.
You liked how mugs could hold memories and drinks at the same time.
What you would have in the cup, while seemingly a simple question to ask of yourself, was an important next step in having a good day. Tea or coffee? Hot chocolate could be nice too. Though that was more for the holiday seasons. It wouldn’t really matter as long as you could cradle a steaming drink in your hands, letting the heat reach out to hold you in return.
Waking up cold and alone hadn’t been desirable by any means, but it was bearable. Your slightly unpleasant start to the day was something you could handle. In fact, it was nice if you thought about only the shower and feelings that had filled you moments prior to the current discovery you were having, starring up as you looked downwards.
Pieces of glass, little and pointy, curved and wide, filled the sink. Original shape, broken past any kind of repair you desperately wanted there to be.
How had this happened? Your thoughts run headlong into the only possibility. Because there was only one other person in the apartment with you, it couldn’t be anyone other than him, your boyfriend. For a moment, all you can do is stare at the shards of your mug.
“Damnit.” It comes out mumbled as you think. You weren’t sure how it’d happened, so it might not be fair to put the full blame on your normally, careful and considerate boyfriend. However, he knew that this mug meant a lot to you. And there was a motive that could’ve made him want to get rid of it.
He had never hidden his disdain for the over the top mug. Too much competition? Didn’t want to be beaten in the dramatics department? What, what was it? It’s a bitter conclusion of why he might act out like you were assuming. Acting so impulsive over a cup was surely an insane overreaction for Tooru. It was the type of thing he would never do, not when he knew how much you treasured it.
He wouldn’t do it, you knew that, and yet the mug still lay broken. And like how Tooru would not under normal circumstances, break your mug, you feel the prickling of rage in your belly.
This anger would not fix your prized cup, it was was not going to do anything. It grew hotter regardless. Like the water you would have had boiling by now, if it wasn’t for your mug being broken.
Revenge was to be unfortunately, drunken cold and in some other mug you cared much less for.
…no, you shouldn’t be petty over this. You understood that it was a mistake. A careless misplacement of his elbow as he moved to reach for something at an odd angle had caused this. Oikawa Tooru was your boyfriend and you loved him. He was kind and caring, dedicated and a huge try hard. That meant he’d never do anything to maybe even slightly, have your trust in him break.
So sure, the evidence of his betrayal was in the sink, and the fact that he hadn’t let you know? That was totally cool. You were fine with it. It’s not like he’d done all that and left you to kick off your covers in sleep and subsequently force you to face the cold morning alone. Yep, not at all.
You were going to let go of the mug and everything was going to roll off you and you’d have good, happy thoughts.
But anger was a funny thing, because in this moment, the person you loved was a breaker of defenseless, precious mugs first and your boyfriend second.
So actually. You were going to be really petty over this.
You pull down your second favorite mug.
———
It was simple really. You were going to take a volleyball, tape his face to iT AND-
Pause. Deep breath. Okay, so the plan was simple. You were going to give him as much sugarcoated love as you could, lay it on as thickly as you could. You had already bought everything you needed to do it. Chocolate, a lovey dovey card (filled to the brim with the sweetest words you could come up with), and a dinner which you had made yourself.
It was going to be the ultimate guilt trip.
He had brought it on himself, you rationalized. Having even waited for as long as you could take, to see if a text explaining the incident might be sent. When nothing had come and gone, your waiting had ended and out you had gone to buy everything.
And now Tooru would be home in a few more minutes, and you could at last put your plan into action. You hummed your boyfriends little tune in rhythm with the tapping of your foot as you waited.
Right when you were about to get up and grab your phone to see if you could find out when he was getting home, patience too thin for what you had in store, a click sounded at the front door.
He was finally back. You could start.
Jumping up, you rushed to meet Oikawa with a grin that you quickly fix to look less suspicious at the consideration it might give you away.
“Tooru! Welcome back, you’ve been gone for awhile, perfect for what I have in store for you.” You’re fairly sure your smile is too wide and too excited seeing the nervous smile and what you think might be panic, in his eyes. You keep the cheer in your step and chat about the mundane, pulling him along to the place you had arranged the flowers.
They were all shades of red and pink, very romantic colors that had been hugely enjoyable to pick out. Thinking of how Tooru would love the lighter ones against the darker flowers. Looking to his face now you could see he was blushing, whether from the surprise or embarrassment from his actions that morning you did not know.
“Thank you sweetheart, the flowers are almost as lovely as you, and you got my favorites.”
He is an amazing sweet talker. The fact that he can do it still when you can see the nerves in the way he fidgets slightly, and with such a convincing smile make it that much more impressive.
“Ah well of course, I love you ya know?” He stares with what you can easily identify as panic. He knows he did something. Does he know it was the mug? You have no idea. Your smile grows.
“Come on, I have more I want you to see.”
“Are you sure, maybe we could just sit for awhile instead or-
You interrupt him with a giggle. “I’m afraid I need you to see it now, I don’t want anything getting cold.”
Tooru’s looking a bit pale as you lead him to the table where you have dinner laid out. There are candles lit, placed between the food. You gesture at him to take his place before pausing.
“Wait, before you sit,” you reach for the card you had put aside, a picture of Cupid pointing a heart shaped arrow at a bickering couple on the front. You hand it to your boyfriend with no remorse. “Read this.”
“…”
He gives in and does as you say after sending a pleading look in your direction, which you refuse to acknowledge, smiling wide as you feel the success from your setup takeover.
He huffs nervously, eyes sliding over the words you had oh so thoughtfully prepared for him. He blushes with a scowl and fights back both guilty frowns and giddy grins. You had taken the longest on writing the card. Filling it with all the things you adored about him. You had made sure to be genuine and apparently he could see that. He comes to a stop with a pout.
“The mug.” Despairing voice, he sighs turning to you.
You give him a blank look, forcing the smile off your face. You need to seem upset so you can get a genuine apology.
“Mmhhhmmm.” You stare, carefully keeping your features under control. He starts.
“I didn’t mean to break it, I know you love that damn thing. I get that, please baby, it was an accident. I didn’t do it because I didn’t like it,” he motions helplessly between himself and the sink. “I ran out the moment it happened to find a new one.” He stops, eyes pleading with you to see he’s sorry. Keeping your face straight, you nod for him to continue.
“I’m getting another, it’ll be just like that one. I couldn’t find it at any of the stores I looked up on my phone, but when I asked Iwa-Chan he said he knew a place that sold them! And he was right! Or he mostly was, their not getting any new shipments for a while but I ordered two. One extra in case the other breaks, technically 4 cups since they’re couple mugs. I’m getting you yours though, I promise.”
You raise an eyebrow. “So you’re getting me a new one?”
“Yes, of course I am.”
“And you didn’t break it because it was a gift from my ex?”
You were torturing him. And you couldn’t hold back the way he was making you feel anymore.
“No! I wasn’t being careful and I know I should’ve but I really am so-
You stop him by pulling his face towards you, your lips meet his, he reciprocates almost immediately, melting into it. It’s light and lasts a few seconds at most. It leaves you warm and tingly all over. It’s silent, with both of you pressed against one another. And very warm.
You wished you could’ve woken up like this.
It’s like that for awhile. Both of you breathing in and out, in each others arms. Oikawa breaks the quiet first (because he’s good at that, breaking things).
“I’m sorry.”
You bop your fist against his head gently.
“I’m not mad, and you honestly didn’t have to do as much as you did to get me a new one.” The way he looks makes it clear he doesn’t believe that. You shake your head.
“Hey, the only reason I liked it in the first place, was cause it reminded me of how shitty my last relationship was and how much I adore you and this one.”
Disbelief melts into a smile.
“I really don’t get how you ever excepted that thing, your mug standards are pretty low eh?”
You move yourself out of his arms. “Okay, well if you’re going to act like that when you’re the one with a creepy, volleyball mug that grins, then I’m just gonna go-
“No, no don’t!” He’s laughing, the betrayal.
You let yourself fall back into his arms anyway, thinking back on your day. In the end it had been a warm one. And while revenge had been sweet, part of why your day was as nice as it had been, Oikawa Tooru would always be the sweetest reason.
