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sanjisboyfie · 6 months

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-> started more like a crackfic headcanon, but then it got rlly serious at the end??? mb igggg

gojo's definitely the type to slap your ass in public. not even in a nasty way, genuinely (or more like 50% of the time it's not in a sexual way). he just likes slapping your ass??? you've tried asking him why he does it so often, but he just grins and shrugs his shoulders in response. it's always a flirty response, like, "i can't appreciate my beautiful boy's ass?" or, "y'know i can't keep my hands off of you, handsome,"

he's such a fucking annoying boyfriend. like genuinely. could you imagine having a 6'4, lanky man latched to you - literally trying to melt into your skin? no, because you don't have to imagine it, it's your everyday life. you wake up? his arms and legs are tangled with yours that you have no choice but to wake him up. you're cooking? he's hovering behind you with his back hunched and head resting on your neck as he is still working on completely waking up. you need to go to catch your train for your job? oh...but can't you just spend the day in with him? he'll do whatever you want >:) just skip work and stay with him!

he's so needy and clingy. it's actually insane how much a grown man can WHINE. oh my god, you think about doing anything without him - ANYTHING - and he's already complaining overdramatically that you don't love him. he goes from 0-to-100 really quick, meaning you guys could be cuddling and he's nearly knocked out, you gently move him off of you to get up to PEE, and he's suddenly reciting all of the heartbreaking lines shakespeare wrote, claiming, "you!! you heartless man, have driven a stake right through my heart and i shall never recover from such a pain you've brought onto me!!!" as if you're not going to be back in like thirty seconds ??? max.

he's the strongest sorcerer, but if you're around, he's nothing but a man in love with his boyfriend (and hopefully more. he fantasizes a lot of what a married life with you would look like...).

he actually could care less about other people when you're there - you have to verbally remind him of his duties as a jujutsu sorcerer or else he will very easily ignore them in exchange of spending time with you.

another thing that comes with dating this man is that he will do everything, above and beyond, in his power to keep you out of harm's way. let's say you weren't a jujutsu sorcerer, he'll let you in his lifestyle in full confidence nothing will harm you. he's already talked to the higher ups, if they try pulling some bullshit out of their ass in putting you in danger, he's gonna actually slaughter all of them. it was a meeting he had with them when you two just made it official and, comically enough, he was snapped out of his gruesome, detailed rant on what he would do to them by a call from you ringing through his phone.

you have him completely wrapped around your finger and he's not one to shy away from showing that. he thinks public acts of devotion are the best ways to show his loyalty and love for you to other people. it's so hilarious how he will literally fall to his knees begging on a random street, just for you to look at him. just because you're looking at what a vendor's stall is selling doesn't mean you have to look away from him???? hello ??? please be more considerate of his feelings, his heart cannot take this much.

and despite how carefree he always seems with you in public, if you are still in a public area, his senses are actually hightened to their peak. there's absolutely no way he's taking a chance with you getting harmed if he's there, he'll ensure you're safety above anything else. he protects you with his life and will happily exchange his life for your own - if it ever came down to that.

and he's proclaimed that to you several times which has earned him worried scoldings everytime he said anything along the lines of, "i'll risk my life to protect you," but he always pushes your scoldings aside. because then he comforts you saying that: he's the strongest for a reason and he will use all of his strength in protecting the future the two of you will have together. he can't live without you, so obviously you're staying safe. and he'd actually rather step on a thousand legos than imagine you living your life without him. selfishly, he wants to be the center of your universe, like you are for him (alright, eren jaeger headass...)

neither of you have to worry about that though! he is still the strongest ever, there's nothing that could pull him away from you (there was one time his students genuinely tried doing this and it was impossible. physically trying to pull gojo off of your body was impossible). and he wants to spend every waking moment with you. so not only are you being protected 25/8, but you're being affectionately doted on, loved, and cared for for each of those passing seconds.

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ineffable-suffering · 8 months

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Trauma-Dumping on your plants: The Anthony J. Crowley Chronicles

This has been living in my silly head rent free for so long, I finally decided to slap it on here in hopes of thinking about it a little less (than three times a day. It's been years. I need to get over it.)

Also, I'm absolutely certain I'm not even remotely the first person to realize or post about this, since it's not the hardest of parallels to figure out. Alas, I still shall, because out of mind, out of sight and all that. So:

Let's talk about how Crowley is using his houseplants to work through his own Trauma of the Fall. Or, well, maybe not work through it per se, but more so roleplay it to give it somewhat of an an outlet because he never got over it. Lol.

It's not rocket science to figure it out and God Herself actually gives us a pretty spot-on explanation of it in her own narration.

Crowley's plants are perfect. They're, as God Herself tells us, the most luxurious and beautiful in all of London. He takes great care of them, waters them, mists them. Does any and everything to give them the perfect conditions so they won't have a worry in the world.

And yet, we're immediately shown that despite the seemingly perfect conditions they're living in, Crowley's plants still get *gasps quietly* spots. And we all know how Crowley feels about that:

It seems like such an unnecessary tiny thing to get upset about, right? Like, plants get spots all the time. They're not perfect, they're part of nature and nothing is ever perfect in nature. Crowley would know that by now. Imperfection is the whole point of nature. If everything had stayed exactly the way it always was, nothing would have ever changed or evolved.

Besides, Crowley is a demon. If it were merely about aesthetics to him, he could easily miracle away any spot with a blink of his serpent eyes. But he gets so angry about it, it's almost comical. At first we think it's just to show us, the audience, that, in contrast to Aziraphale, who cares very dearly and lovingly for his books, Crowley is a mean, mean demon who, instead of being outwardly nice to the things he loves (like Aziraphale does), yells at his plants because he's a mean meanie.

But! If you look at the whole scene and what God says, it's pretty obvious what he's actually doing is something else entirely: "What Crowley does is he puts the fear of God in them. Or, the fear of Crowley. The plants are the most luxurious and beautiful in London. Also the most scared."

Folks, this man dude serpent is literally roleplaying the concept of God/Heaven threatening angels with their Fall in order to keep them obedient ... with his houseplants.

Have I mentioned yet that I am absolutely obsessed with him and also desperately wanna get him a therapy voucher?

Because what does he do once he sees a plant disobeying his rules of perfection and acting out? The same thing God did to her questioning, equally disobedient angels (including Crowley): Parade it in front of the very scared rest, making an example of it ...

... only to then, well ...

... quite literally chuck it out.

To anyone else, this seems like a completely ridiculous thing to do over a tiny, minuscule spot. There would have been a bunch of other ways to go about fixing that spot.

Figuring out what it was the plant needed that might not have been given to it yet.

Taking care of it in a different, individual way so it would have been able to thrive again.

Listening to the plant and letting it tell you why its spot appeared in the first place.

Telling the plant, that loves and relies on you entirely, you love it too, despite it not being without fault, despite of it not fully living up to your unreachable standards of perfection.

Caring for the plant not because you want it to be perfect, but because you're okay with it being imperfect.

(We're no longer talking about plants here, as you are probably aware.)

Alas, this isn't what Crowley does. Because it wasn't what God did, either. We still know very little about Crowley's actual Fall and the Fall of Lucifer and the rest. But we do know that Crowley was never like or even with them.

All he did was ask some questions. A tiny spot. A seemingly insignificant blemish in the luxurious, beautiful flora of Heaven.

And yet, before he knew it, he did a "million lightyear freestyle dive into a boiling pool of sulfur". Cast out, chucked away, just like his little spotty plant. And for what? Well ...

... to keep the others angels plants check, for the rest of time.

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(Addendum from the comments: If we go by what the book tells us, Crowley doesn’t actually end up violently throwing out the ‚bad‘ plants. He just finds a different place for them and makes sure they‘re looked after. So much to him being a big, bad, meanie-mean demon.)

#botany over therapy #harvest the garden of your emotional trauma #its ok crowley just take my hand ill take you to a nice doctor #crowley #good omens #good omens season 1 #crowley's fall #he's not even close to ever being over it #which is understandable #ineffable trauma #the plants are a metaphore #my own meta

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 11 months

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Humble request- (inspired by Asra's section of the m6 with insomniac mc headcannons that you posted previously) Mc accidentally traveling into the m6's dreams. Also I really enjoy your writing!

The Arcana HCs: When MC accidentally visits M6's dreams

~ @cricketchirps you have a marvelous mind and I love how you think! Thank you for the request, it was so fun to write! - brainrot ~

-- to set the scene --

You'll never not love falling asleep next to your beloved. It's the perfect conclusion to every day, good and bad and everything in between. It's the quiet rustle of sheets and blankets, the mundane perfection of a whispered "goodnight", the familiar intimacy of their smell on your nightclothes. Right now, seeing their peaceful sleeping face so close to yours, it's a healing sweetness that cradles you so gently it makes your heart ache. You shuffle a little closer, nuzzle into their embrace, and drift off to the rhythm of their quiet breathing.

Julian

You would know that voice anywhere

It seems you're on a stage - no, the deck of a ship - no, a stage, definitely a stage - and now it's the Coliseum floor?

A look to your right reveals Julian, in his nightshirt, performing some of the most dramatic improv you've ever seen to an increasingly enraptured audience. Is this why he talks in his sleep?

"I shall fight thee, foul beast!" he roars, and in the blink of an eye the stage is a pirate ship heading towards a hideous sea serpent wearing Valdemar's cloth-wrapped horns

The crowd's wild cheers cause Julian to draw up short, flicking his head around with a roguish smirk. "Let's see how it fares against this!" And the serpent transforms into one of those blow-up tube men frequently seen at car dealerships

He whips out a cutlass, the stage lights somehow glinting off it in slow motion, and thrusts it repeatedly at the enemy, comically missing the mark each time. You can't help but cackle along with the crowd

The sound of your voice pulls Julian's attention to you and now he's striding across the stage, taking your hands in his and kneeling bare-legged in front of you as the ship becomes a moonlit garden

"MC, my beloved, my darling, my dearest" He's pressing noisy kisses to your wrists, watching you blush at the sound of thousands of quiet "awww"s from the still present audience

You laugh again and gently tug your hands away. "I didn't know you had dreams like this, Julian."

And that's when he goes pale. "Wha - MC? The real MC? How are you - how are you here, I don't understand, is this even safe?!"

His panic is directly affecting both the audience and the stage, your surroundings flipping between boats and taverns and loud storms and chaotic crowds, until a faraway shout wakes you both

You open your eyes to see a wide-eyed Julian, tangled in his sheets, soaked in a cold sweat, startled awake by the increased volume of his own sleep-talking

"Julian? Are you alright?"

He turns to you wide-eyed, sending you a sheepish grin. "Let's - ah - let's pretend that didn't happen. Oh, and MC? Maybe warn me next time?"

Asra

You know where you are as soon as you open your eyes. Nobody else you know could effortlessly dream up a place like this

There's a tie-dye sky slowly wrinkling above you, you're standing on a floor of multicolored orbeez, the air feels like fizzy sherbert on your tongue, and thousands of tiny Faust flowers are kissing your ankles

You take a hesitant step forward and the ground shivers, trees resembling lisa frank paintings appearing in a shower of poprocks

Upon coming closer to one, you see that it has drapes of luxurious neon fur instead of foliage. You run your hand along it, marveling at its softness, when the trunk begins to gurgle and you stop

"Wait! Do that again!" Asra's materialized on one of the branches next to you, lazing happily on the thick fur. "Humor me?"

You let out a startled laugh and slowly comply, running your hand along your branch again. The gurgling increases in volume until the crown of the tree suddenly inflates and releases a holographic bubble with the most obscene burping noise you've ever heard

Asra's smiling at you between fits of laughter, reaching out a hand that you're suddenly close enough to to grasp and pulling you next to them. "Hello, my love. I didn't expect to see you here."

You snuggle into his side, trusting his fearlessness as you begin to sink into what's become a vast field of fuzz. "I didn't expect to wander into your dream, either. Is it always like this?"

They sigh blissfully and twine your fingers together. "Not always. But more and more, as I get practice." You watch in awe as the sky darkens, tie-dye rippling into glowing paint splatters of galaxies. "Do you like it?"

You look over at him and catch his proud, teasing smile. "Are you showing off for me, Asra?"

"Oh, MC." They pull you closer as you plummet down together, the slowly sinking softness giving way to a sea of stars. You float weightless next to them, their curls bending starlight around the two of you

"Surely you know I can do better than that."

It takes a promise to join him again before he agrees to wake up with you

Nadia

The first thing you're conscious of is a dull, repetitive roar just above your head. You don't feel weightless, exactly, but you do feel like you're floating, your feet bearing half the weight they're used to

You look up towards the soothing rush above you, and that's your first glimpse of this place.

Crystal arches meet high above your head, golden specks scattered across the tops like snow, and the sound you're hearing is that of sparkling pink-blue waves breaking over the top

Your eyes slowly trail down the spires, catching nostalgia laden pockets of solitude, and land on a familiar figure. "Nadia!"

She straightens and turns to you, eyes wide. The silver clockwork floor below her whirs to life and begins to click and squeeze the space between you until she's close enough to touch

"MC?" One of her hands trails down your cheek in wonder. "You aren't the MC I see in my dreams, you're my MC. How did you come to be in this place?"

"I don't know." You lean into her touch as the floor continues to whir and click and chime. "Did you build this place?"

She knits her brows and looks out past the crystal pillars, watching the golden specks from the ceiling settle into a beach at her feet. "I did not build it ... but I believe it is my domain to claim."

Her robes shimmer into something lighter and shorter as she steps off of the clockwork and onto the shimmering sand. Her hair floats idly around her shoulders when she turns back to look at you

"Care to join me?"

You reach out for her hand and the golden gear below you poofs into beach. "Is this where you try out new clothing designs?"

She laughs, a floral breeze picking up to pull the hair out of her face, and lightly traces her fingertips from one shoulder, along your collarbone, to the other shoulder, raising an eyebrow at you

"It's worth the view." You look down to see what she's changed your normal nightwear to, and your blush makes your vision swim

You wake up to see her sketching her design for you before she forgets

Muriel

Silence has never felt so vibrant

When you open your eyes you're in something like the Tarske Forest, only, it seems to have folded into a very large square

Looking up gives you the most grounded sense of calming vertigo, because you're in fact looking down at the tops of the trees above you, and further past them to the mossy ground

Gravity feels alive here, like it's taking slow, deep breaths, and the subtle heartbeat beneath your feet holds them steadily to the ground

You start to explore, subconsciously matching your breathing to the intense quiet. You reach the first wall of the forest quickly, where the ground takes a ninety degree angle straight up

One more step, and the world rolls over, what used to be the ground a wall behind you and the wall before you now your path. You hear the forest give a sigh, and then there's Muriel

The silence is too sacred to speak, so you whisper and hope it forgives your impudence. "Muriel - did you make this?"

He takes your hand in his and guides you to sit, a mossy root rising up to support your weight. He's hesitant to speak, his low murmur somehow making the silence quieter. "I didn't build this. It's just ... me."

The verdant sanctuary makes a little more sense now. You look at the tight set of his shoulders and risk another whisper. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."

He looks at you in surprise. "How did you get here?"

You answer with a shrug. He averts his gaze, face reddening as he pouts slightly over your earlier apology. "... I guess I don't mind."

The forest cube isn't very pleased with his roundabout answer. Soon enough, the world feels like a roundabout as it rolls again with no warning and you land on top of him in the moss

"I - I'm so sorry," you murmur as you push yourself off of his chest, "I didn't mean to -" and you're cut off as the horizon turns again

"Don't be," he grunts, blushing as he catches himself from crushing you entirely

You wake up to the sound of your rolling lover landing on the floor with a heavy thud

Portia

You open your eyes to pouring golden sunlight and the sound of steel striking against steel. You sit up on your massive, leather-bound book to see Portia sitting cross-legged on an open page

She's leaning forward, eyes trained on whatever landscape is behind you, pumping her fist and cheering breathlessly to whatever the noise signifies

You stand and call her name. "Portia?"

"Yes?" She's blinking up at you, apple halfway to her mouth. "Oh, MC. Take a seat, you're just in time for the 'and there was only one bed' trope."

You plop down on the cushion next to her and scoop some bread pudding into your hand in lieu of a bowl. "What bed are we looking for?"

"That one." She points the core of her pear at the double bed in front of you, two chemistry-laden figures standing awkwardly by a patchwork quilt as the snowstorm rages outside. "Wait, MC?!"

You're pulled back from the enticing scene in time to see Portia's eyes widen comically. She grabs your sleeve in her hand and starts to shake you gently

"What are you still doing here? You usually just float away or join me in the book, don't tell me - are you in my dream?" You nod. "Im so haopy to see you! How did you do that?!?"

"I don't know how I did it. I fell asleep, and here I am."

The smile she sends you makes your landscape of pages glow golden and she tackles you with a hug, knocking you back into the massive printed page you two are sharing

"I have so much to show you! Oh! The detective one first!" The light vanishes and the two of you are standing in a grey drizzle, looking at horses pulling black chariots over a foggy city's cobblestone streets

"Wait! No! The castle one!" Now you're looking out at rolling, heather-covered fields beneath a silver mist sky from an old stone tower

"No, wait!" Portia shouts again, and now you're flipping through more scenery than you can keep track of into oblivion

You wake up to her grimacing with the beginnings of a headache

Lucio

The smell hits you first

Rich food, wine, perfumes, and flowers are already swimming through your nostrils when the noise registers. Thousands of voices, chattering, cheering, and laughing

And in the middle of all the madness, a voice you'd recognize anywhere: "Drinks for everyone! Food for everyone!! Celebrate!!!"

That's your cue to open your eyes. You're in a palace somehow ten times more opulent than the one in Vesuvia, with chandeliers hanging from chandeliers and literal fountains of wine

It takes you all of three seconds to spot Lucio - he's in the middle of it all, calling for delicacies and performances to be rolled out nonstop to the crowd gathering around him

It takes him all of two minutes to spot you struggling through the partygoers, and he lights up immediately. "MC! MC, join me!"

You're suddenly at a table with him halfway up a flight of stairs, an empty place setting in front of you. Lucio's peacocking around you as you try to shout over the noise and explain what's happening

"Lucio, I'm in your dream!"

"No, MC!" He declares with everyone present, "You are my dream!"

It's hard not to be flattered and swept up with the way everyone present cheers for his announcement, but you want to make sure he knows what's happening, so you catch a flying hand and tug

He's immediately drawing you close with a delighted smile. "MC, you want to dance first? Director, give us music!"

But it seems instead of playing the waltz he's hoping for, the musicians sit on their instruments and start singing opera

"Lucio, this is a dream! I'm in your dream, with magic!"

He lights up. "Magic, of course! Begin the performance, my MC wants to see magic!" He pauses in confusion as the orchestra turned choir begins to put on costumes for a play. "Magic? But MC, you're a magician, why would you want to see magic?"

It's the sound of fireworks going off in the chandeliers that wakes you. Lucio leaps off his pillow right after with a surprised grunt

"MC," he says breathlessly, "I want to do that again. Teach me!"

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dangermousie · 6 months

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It's a quick but super-telling moment that we hear the servants discuss that the general Do Ha is a habitually bad sleeper and then we see it's because he has nightmares about all the killing in his victories. He is a person who does terrible things but is haunted by them but keeps doing them because he thinks they are necessary and it's an oddly realistic thing in a story with such a fantasy concept. In a way it goes to the fact that the root of the impossibility of the main couple back in 6th century is rather realistic for the time period - he kills her whole family but it's a quick and efficient way to end the war, he views it as necessary but he doesn't get a kick of out it. But however expected a practice for back-then warfare (it's something her father would have equally done to whoever he defeated), she ultimately cannot let it go - how can she ever be with a man who killed her entire family?

But anyway, her attempt to kill him goes awry:

I love that he pulls down her mask, sees her face and you can tell this is the moment that he WANTS her. It went from routine assassination he thwarted to something else entirely.

Lady Caroline Lamb called Lord Byron "mad, bad and dangerous to know" but this dude fits that moniker well over 1000 years before Lord Byron was born.

I love that she is proclaiming how she will kill him as his dagger is literally stabbing her to the bed and then the servants ask if everything is OK and he lies because he doesn't want her taken away and executed.

This is EVERYTHING!!! I thought she was going to approach him under false pretenses, he will fall in love and then oops surprise! But it is a hundred, a million times more glorious that no, she will never pretend, their meet-cute is her attempted murder of him and he will fall in love with her in full knowledge of her plans.

He throws down her sword back to her! AAAA! But also a set of clothes. He is literally telling her to live so she can plan to kill him another day. THEY ARE INSANE FOR DOING THIS THEY ARE INSANE FOR GIVING US THIS WE ARE SO SO LUCKY WITH THIS!

She is murdery, unbroken and insane.

And he is utterly smitten by that feral unbroken promise of violence.

Really? Do tell...my mind shall not go in the gutter my mind shall not go in the gutter...

He really really wants her to pick the outfit and life...

This drama is out of the deepest darkest parts of my id.

Side note, apparently the web comic had an OST and this song is mmmmm:

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#kdrama #moon in the day #kim young dae #pyo ye jin #Youtube

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abloomingsunflower · 4 months

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Meet Snowflake!

[E.L.A oc's go brrrr-..]

[I haven't introduced her yet so- I'm doing it now. This is her official design because I wasn't sure about the old one-]

Basic information:

Snowflake is Albedo's adopted daughter, who apparently can control winter. But she can't control her ice power very well, which results in little accidents to happen often. Hope is training her.

She's 18 years old, a month younger than Lux, 5'6 ft tall and enjoys reading Marvel comics.

Snow is a menace to society/aff

She is Lux's non-blood related long lost twin/j/nsrs

Snowflake is a descendant of Quetzalcoatl, the deity of war. Corr.Nightmare tried to kill her once he found out about her existence. The girl fought back as best she could but was quickly overpowered. Luckily she was saved from "an mysterious winged lady".

Now Snowflake is striving to control her power better and learn more about her ancestor.

(Fun fact: Her real name is Estelle. Snowflake is just a nickname.)

Origins:

It's unknown who her parents are or where they are. But Snow never bothered to find that out.

"They abandoned me, whoever they are. Valid reason or not, I'm better off without them right? I'm sure they must've thought the same. My life is fine as it is, I already have an amazing adoptive father."

Snowflake is actually a part of Quetzalcoatl's soul, his will. All those years ago when he died, a part of him refused to give up. He refused to succumb to the fatal wounds. He refused to let his kingdom fall in the hands of his enemy.

So that strong determination caused a part of his soul to separate from it's owner. It reincarnated as different people over the years, while Quetzalcoatl wandered the earth as a spirit.

Now, Snowflake is the current reincarnation.

Only when Corr.Nightmare gets killed and the kingdom is free, Quetzalcoatl will finally rest and his will shall return to him.

Abilities:

-Summoning weapons made out of ice.

-Manipulating the weather.

-Control over ice in general.

-Can survive just fine in extremely cold temperatures.

-Can sense and distinguish people's different auras, including the dead's. (But she can't see the dead, which makes it difficult to guess who it is. She can find out from the aura alone if the spirit is a threat or not.)

-Can create snow giants and creatures.

[Will be updated.]

Her opinion on the people she knows:

-Albedo.

"We met when I tried to run away from the orphanage. Then as I went further and further away, I bumped into him. He asked me why was I crying, and he comforted me. He took me back to the orphanage and on the way we were talking and getting along. When we arrived, he told the caretaker he wanted to adopt me. Much to my own surprise. Now here we are. He's actually a very supportive dad, the kind of dad everyone would want, to be honest. No matter what, he always thinks about me first. He comforted me when I cried, defended me on arguments, never turned a blind eye on me, and even gives great advice. He is the reason I'm happy."

-Cross.

"That baker my dad likes so much. His pastries are awesome! He's a nice guy, really. I genuinely think him and Albedo would make a good couple, I mean- Have you seen the way they look at eachother?? They NEED to get together already, I swear to god-"

-Dream.

"I love and respect uncle, but- Someone needs to teach him how to be less oblivious of your surroundings. He's blind when it comes to love, and I can tell he would be an easy target to manipulate..- I noticed he looks down sometimes, maybe because of his marriage?"

-Ink.

"The second most beautiful woman? Her? Are you kidding me? Ink is nice and all but not only does her sense in fashion suck, she's also kinda dumb. I'm just being honest! She's a mother, a grown ass woman, yet she's almost never by her husband's or kids' side, or anywhere near the castle. I swear I saw her in a bar drinking once. No, twice. That second time there was a strange man with her. I just kept walking to avoid being seen by her."

-Palette.

"We only really meet when uncle Dream invites me and dad over. Sometimes we talk. Lux told me he used to bully her and frame her for things she didn't do when they were younger. Even now, he's doing some pretty bad stuff. But he looks..Well. Miserable. I almost feel bad for him sometimes. Maybe he is getting his stress out on her? Anywho I can only suggest one thing for him: Therapy. And I will drag him there by the feet if I have to."

-Lux.

"We're complete polar opposites, and still get along just fine. I can't help but see her like a sister I never had. She's got everything! Is a princess, does nice things, is rich and lucky in lottery, has amazing dresses, has a handsome fiancée, is famous and all, and she's very pretty! Like, damn!- I think she really deserves all those. I'm glad she's not like those corrupt rich people, she actually donates to charities and orphanages. I look up to her a lot. In fact, I want to be like her."

-Hope.

"Miss Hope is the one training me and Lux's fiancée. They are so skilled..! It's hard to keep up with them sometimes during sparring. They've beat me countless times.. But I won't give up there! No way in hell. This is to get revenge on that bastard for nearly murdering me.."

-Merciless.

"Him and Lux seem perfect, to be honest. We get along very well. I've read almost all the books he wrote. He's like an older brother to me. Apparently, he wants to be a wizard. He's trying to make fire, like Miss Hope. Though..once I accidentally froze him- I don't understand how it happened, I was just patting his shoulder and then BAM! Thank god we had Miss Hope and their fire. I apologized so much that day..I'm still embarrassed."

-Angst.

"..I've heard about that guy. Isn't that the one that can see spirits? I think he could help me, something with a powerful aura has been following me around for days on end and I need answers."

-Artemis.

"She's that famous singer, and Merciless' little sister. Not gonna lie, she makes amazing music..I listen to it all the time. Some of her songs are calming and perfect for reading. She's also Palette's best friend. I think these two are in love, even their fans are making rumors about them being together-"

-Goth.

"She used to make fun of me and bother me at every chance she got. Along with that group of fans- Until..well, I snapped one day. I caused a snow storm, since I felt overwhelmed. It blew everyone away but her. I think I shoved her away after that, but then realized I didn't die. At first I thought 'Maybe it's my power', until I found out from Idiotka that a grim reaper's soulmate doesn't die from their touch. ..Nothing is confirmed yet. Because apparently Lux and Palette didn't die from Goth's touch either. This situation is very confusing. Anyways, we became friends in hopes of finding out. All we do is hang out and gossip about every single thing we can think of. It's actually nice being around Idiotka.."

-Corr.Nightmare/Alphonse.

"Can you believe Artemis speaks good about a moron like that? He clearly didn't think twice before deciding to attempt murdering a little girl, so why should I feel sympathy for a tyrant? I still remember his face... ... He scares me. What if I fail to kill him?"

-Killer.

"I don't believe she chose to marry him on her own will. What kind of psycho would?? I feel bad for her. She's very pretty too."

-Crescent.

"Isn't that the priest in that one church..? I dunno, I'm not religious. So I don't visit churches at all. But his face reminds me so much of that bastard.."

-Quetzalcoatl.

"My ancestor! I'm gonna call him grandpa, it's easier. Man, I wish I could meet him.. Idiotka took me to this secret library and I've been studying about his history. I have to say, I admire him even more now. As I read all those history books, I pictured the sceneries of the old kingdom in my head. For some reason, everything described there feels so familiar.."

Fun facts:

-She's allergic to chocolate, so she is always eating fruit pastries or vanilla. She found that out when she once tried chocolate cake in Cross' café.

-Snowflake is a fan of horror games and movies, even playing with Goth sometimes.

-She never really had real friends until she met Goth. Snow only had a small group of online friends.

-Albedo's nickname for her is "Tuna", which Snow is always complaining about.

-Snowflake always wondered about the identity of the winged woman who saved her that day. She wishes to thank her.

-She has a true/guardian form <3

-She is the key to Surprise Ending in Sunflower AU.

[If she interacts with Angst and Angst decides to tell her about the timelines, the two of them will try to make Cross and Hope tell the truth to everyone and the game will end.]

Evil Lux AU and all the characters made by @anotherrosesthatfell <33

Snowflake belongs to me.

#a sunflower in full bloom au #evil lux au #snowflake [e.l.a]#character info #oc design #fun facts #idk what i'm doing with life.

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What is ur interpretation on Simon’s character? like personality wise and what he would be like if he was dating someone. would he push away his feelings? would he fall first? etc

Hi Anon!

I see Simon "Ghost" Riley as first and foremost an introvert. He's not shy by any means, it's just that people (the emotional demands they make on him and his time, the noise they create) often drain him. He doesn't have many friends and it takes someone as relentlessly open and sociable as Soap to actually befriend him, because Ghost sure as hell won't initiate anything.

Then there's the question of endured trauma. SImon Riley have lost all his kin to a gruesome murder. It's been committed by his former brothers in arms, too - men who he might've trusted at some point, but they've been brainwashed by his enemy. (Look for the "Ghost" comic books online, I'm not pulling this out of my arse.) Naturally after such a tragedy Simon fell into this kind of fatalistic thinking that is well known to trauma survivors: Namely he believes that he's not allowed to care for anyone *or they will die*.

(I mean, Activision did this very thing to him. But MW III ending shall not be named as canon within my premises.)

And there's also the ever-present mask, a memento of another traumatic experience (he had been buried alive with a corpse of his former commanding officer and had to dig himself out of the grave, Beatrix Kiddo style.) Not many women enjoy company of a man whose face they've never seen. On the other side, there are many who would be down *exactly* for the thrill of it, and this is why Simon has an account on fetlife.

So - how does all this influence his attachment style and dating?

Lemme tell you...Simon Riley does not date. At least not if he can help it. What he does is blow off steam by the way of one night stands or no-strings-attached relationships which span for a few weeks between his deployments. He enjoys all the sex and intimacy he can get - and give, because this lad is actually surprisingly giving. And then he just dissapears. It's never about the woman; it's him.

He doesn't allow himself the luxury of emotional attachment and he doesn't want anyone to get attached to him. He strongly feels that they deserve better.

Until feelings catch him like a bag of bricks. And he'll still fight them every step of the way.

I've been working on a story about SImon Riley slowly, reluctantly, begrudgingly falling in love. It's just two chapters deep, so he's still in his Fuckboy Era but I will do my best to update it next week. Have a peek: You Let Me Complicate You - Chapter 1 - Granddaughter_Ogg - Call of Duty (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

#ask answered #thank you for the ask!#simon riley headcanons #ghost headcanons #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost modern warfare

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aedonys · 7 months

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"To write our story" comic

Post-breakup hs lcmd angst, inspired by 'famous last words' by mcr.

Poorly drawn but I shall redraw it fully coloured and rendered in the future. For now, I hope you enjoy.

FROM CC:

feel like an idiot for asking but I don't really understand the comic you drew? who broke up with who? and what happened when they met again?

Anonymous

Aedonys

Hdvsysvshsvs IT'S OKAI I KNOW THAT WAS SHIT XD So this narrative is purely Aemond's and what he thinks happened, he said that if he were to write their past love story, if he were to relive this again, here's what he would do: he wouldn't change a thing.

He would let his heart fall for lucerys all over again even if he knew this love would be short-lived from lucerys' end. He promises he will let him go quietly bc he can't force him to love him.

He is saying that as time passes he would still love him even when lucerys himself stops loving him and chooses to leave him (break up with him) again and again. Aemond would never be able to heal and move on. He is still longing for lucerys' love even after all the time that passed

BUT bc lucerys is his nephew and here in this au they r but 1 year apart, they r bound to see each other all the time. In the comic, aemond is in his final year of hs and lucerys is in the second. Aemond was going to the roof for a smoke but found lucerys already there. He smiled, like he did in all the other occasions they met in, bc he doesn't want to show what he actually feels, how lucerys broke his heart before.

He is saying that in this story, he is walking it all alone bc lucerys is not there in it with him anymore, and he is scared bc of that.

Pls note that aemond doesn't blame lucerys at all whatsoever for this, it was his unrequited love that is hurting him. It's why he said "and when the time comes, I would let you go quietly " he already gave up on the fact that luke will ever come back to him and he resigned to that fate. But that doesn't make it hurt any less.

#fanart #hotd #houseofthedragon #asoiaf #aemond #aemondtargaryen #lucerys #lucerysvelaryon #lucemond #lucerys velaryon #comic

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haridraws · 13 days

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btw if you're in the US - B&N apparently has 25% off pre-orders for the next two days which includes my new queer regency rom-com(ic). like the sale is for members, but membership is free.

Publishing is rough atm and pre-ordering is one of the best ways to help get books on lists & library and bookshop shelves. So if you're wanting to get a copy, this is a good way to do it that's also cheaper

#just a heads up for anyone who wants one but didnt get it yet!#I shall never fall in love comic #queer romance #trans romance

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palmofafreezinghand · 5 months

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thanksgiving of 1921

Esme encourages Carlisle and Edward to celebrate Thanksgiving for the first time in their supernatural lives. on ao3 here.

November 1921.

Esme held the yarn hank in either one of her hands, the fiber stretched taut between her hands, as Carlisle sat in front of her, winding the yarn into a working ball. It was a scene Carlisle thought greatly resembled J.C. Leyendecker’s painting, Lovebirds.

Carlisle had been attempting to teach her to knit for a few weeks; he was not the first, and judging by how she took to the skill he was confident he would not be the last, to embark on this endeavor.

During that particular evening’s lesson, Esme had snapped three metal knitting needles and managed to knot a skein in such a knot it should be impossible. Rather than unknot the tangled yarn, and make them both miserable, Carlisle decided to start from scratch and unpackage a new hank. Perhaps, he was making the lesson too difficult, although he hardly thought casting on was a difficult step.

“Carlisle, I must admit I admire your determination, ” Edward laughed as he walked into the living room, flipping through a new book of sheet music.

Edward had given up teaching Esme how to play the piano — correction how to play the piano well — she had played throughout her childhood. Six missed notes, failure to keep proper tempo, and a few harsh words made Edward realize he would rather be Esme’s friend than have an enemy who was a skilled musician.

“Esme, I admire your self-restraint even more.”

Edward had been Carlisle’s student on multiple occasions and had wanted to kill him every single time. It was impossible to learn from someone who was perfection personified and had expectations higher than Heaven.

“He’s quite charming when he’s attempting to teach me,” Esme grinned. “He gets this concentrated look on his face…” she trailed off, although Edward could still hear her train of thought.

“Gross,” Edward muttered, nose wrinkling as he set the sheet music down on his piano.

“You find me charming?” Carlisle asked with a smirk, leaning forward in his chair.

“Not when you acknowledge it,” she said, leaning forward as well so their faces were a half foot apart. Eyes at the same plane engaged in one of their typical staring contests, thoughts disgusting in their mutual adoration.

“You two are insufferable,” Edward groaned.

“Shall I remind you, we were both happy to never confess our feelings for one another but you insisted on playing matchmaker,” Carlisle recited, it was his typical defense for whenever Edward ranted and raved about the relationship he arranged, which was often. “Furthermore, you walked into a room you knew we were both in.”

“I thought you two deserved to be happy. I did not realize it would come at my expense,” Edward countered.

Edward’s back was to the couple, only able to see them through the other’s eyes, but he immediately turned around when he saw Esme’s face fall, clouded by Carlisle’s nauseating mental commentary about her eyes and how deeply she felt her emotions.

She was looking at the ground, “Are you truly unhappy about… this?” She motioned to herself and Carlisle with her hand. She thought the word ‘relationship’ but was unable to muster the courage to verbally acknowledge it as such, doing so would leave room for Carlisle to deny they were in one which she was confident he would do. The thought would be comical if it were not sad.

“No, Esme,” Edward said sincerely. “I am perpetually a teenager and by nature must complain about something. You have prohibited me from complaining about this eternal damnation and have left me no choice but to complain about your love.”

Esme’s jaw dropped slightly, her eyes widening, and brows raising. “We have not used that word,” she whispered as if Carlisle could not hear them and was not currently looking at her with a similar look of shock.

“You have not?” Edward stammered. The two had certainly thought it thousands of times. Even a telepath would be able to see they loved each other, could they not recognize it?”

“We have not,” Carlisle said. ‘Who’s trust are you betraying, Edward?’ Carlisle mentally asked, knowing quite well he had spent the better part of that morning waxing poetically about his unconditional love for the woman sitting across from him.

‘You promised me you would not tell him,’ Esme thought.

Oh no. They could only expect so much from him, truly did they think he could keep every single thought they had hidden away forever? Although, asking for him to keep their largest secret seemed the bare minimum.

Edward’s anxious spiral was abruptly cut off by Esme’s infectious laughter, Carlisle’s boisterous laugh joining not long after.

“Oh, look at his face,” Esme said between laughs, squeezing Carlisle’s knee.

“That was quite fun,” Carlisle grinned, “he was so worried.”

“Are you two done?” Edward grumbled, turning back to his instrument.

“We apologize,” Carlisle said.

“I don’t, it was awfully humorous.”

Edward sighed, beginning to play scales he no longer needed but worked on simply out of tradition. “You two have used that word?” He asked quietly.

“Oh, he said it before I even kissed him.”

“And quite a few times after,” Carlisle said. Edward was unsure of the movement Carlisle made with this line but was unfortunately quite aware of the effect it had on Esme.

“I amend my previous statement, your happiness is my torture.”

“We love you,” Esme said in a sing-song voice.

“And each other,” Carlisle smiled.

“That’s enough.”

“Apologies,” Esme said, drawing her hands back to herself, something Edward knew only through Carlisle’s pathetic mourning of the touch. “How was school?”

“Fine enough. I will admit I am thankful I do not have to attend classes for the rest of the week.”

“Why not?”

“Thanksgiving.”

“Thanksgiving,” Esme said to herself. “Is that this week?”

“Yes, three days from now,” Carlisle said gently, in the same voice he used when teaching her to purl and every time she forgot something.

“I never know what day it is anymore,” she laughed, but Edward could feel the pain behind the sentiment. ‘The year has gone by so quickly.’

“Today is Monday, the twenty-first of November,” Carlisle said.

“Thank you.”

The three returned to their tasks, Carlisle and Esme rewinding their yarn, Edward attempting to attack his newest sonata.

After ten minutes or so of comfortable silence Esme spoke. “I know you do not celebrate Christmas,” she said, repeating a lie Edward and Carlisle had crafted previously that month. It was an effort to not pressure her into celebrating before she was ready since the holiday was mere days before the first anniversary of the worst day of her life. “Do you celebrate any other holidays? Birthdays, Easter, Thanksgiving, anything?”

“Thanksgiving?” Edward scoffed. “The day of feasting on foods we can never eat.”

“It is a day for gratitude and spending time with loved ones,” Esme corrected him, hazy flashes of large family dinners in her mind. “As well as eating an absurd amount of apple pie, but I can not do that anymore so focus on the first sentiment please.”

“You wish to express your gratitude this year of all years?” Edward asked dismissively. Her eternal optimism was cloying at best.

‘Edward,’ Carlisle mentally scolded. It had been a careful balance — one neither man was confident they were on the right side of — managing a harsh tone and the rich devastating history that had been suddenly introduced into their lives.

“I see no reason not to be thankful. I am alive are I not?”

“That is up for debate,” Edward said, glancing back at her with a smile, assuring her his tone was one of familiarity, not anger or disdain.

She rolled her eyes in response, turning her attention to Carlisle. “I do not know how you managed living with someone so depressing all these years.”

“Do not discredit his influence on my worldview, Esme. His thoughts put my anxiety to shame.”

“There, you have something to be thankful for,” Esme laughed. Her mind was still focused on vague memories of moments spent with her family, helping an older woman, possibly her grandmother, in the kitchen, and playing games in the yard with her brother and cousins.

“You can not truly wish to celebrate Thanksgiving,” Edward blew air out of his nose. “What would you suggest we do to commemorate the holiday, Esme? Feast on deer laid out on our finest china, drink a squirrel out of crystal flutes?”

“Perhaps it was a foolish idea,” Esme muttered.

“I did not think so,” Carlisle said, speaking for the first time in minutes. Edward was unable to discern by Carlisle’s thoughts if he was saying this to appease Esme or if he was truly unable to recognize any of her ideas as foolish. “I am working on Thursday evening but I do not have to work on Tuesday and Wednesday. Perhaps we could travel up North to hunt? It may not be an apple pie but it could be a nice change of pace.”

“Truly?” Esme asked as if Carlisle had offered such a plan simply to tease her.

“If you would like, I think it might be an enjoyable trip.”

“Oh, that would be lovely!” She leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, one hand coming up to caress his jaw.

Carlisle mentally thanked God he was unable to blush. “Truthfully I have never celebrated the holiday before, but I have been fascinated by its evolution over the years. I think it could be a fascinating endeavor, even if our celebrations must be slightly untraditional.”

“Your first Thanksgiving!” Esme smiled, clasping her hands together.

“This is an absolutely foolish plan,” Edward groused.

“Edward, please say you will accompany us,” Esme pleaded, taking a seat on the edge of his piano bench, her back to the piano.

Edward paused for a moment as if there was ever a possibility he would not attend the trip. “Not without complaint,” he finally said.

“But you will?”

“I will,” he muttered, transitioning to a piece he knew Esme found ‘far too angry.’

Less than twenty-four hours after the group of three had hatched their plan they were gathered in the foyer, preparing to traipse out into the wilderness to celebrate a vampiric Thanksgiving.

“Are the coordinating outfits necessary?” Edward grumbled as Esme stood on her tiptoes to slip a rust-colored beanie on his head.

In the hours that had passed since Carlisle, and a reluctant Edward, agreed to go on a holiday hunt, Esme and Carlisle had made a breakthrough in their knitting lessons. Overnight, Esme was able to create a simple rectangle, albeit a quite lopsided triangle. She had utilized these rudimentary knitted shapes to make a hat for Edward, a scarf uneven in width for Carlisle, and herself a pair of mittens with no thumbs.

“It’s a tradition,” she beamed, pulling at the hat so it lay well. He could see the memories of Thanksgiving of her childhood, a time for hastily finishing winter preparations. Each year her mother would comb through the family’s winter wardrobe and find a way to replace what was missing or outgrown, either by crafting or clever sourcing.

“Do you have any other traditions you are going to force us to indulge in?”

“I object to the word force,” she said pointedly.

‘Edward, please be nice. For some reason this appears to be important to her,’ Carlisle thought from his bedroom, where he was changing into a sweater that better matched the scarf Esme had given him.

“I will admit I am interested in tasting turkey,” Edward admitted, attempting to be nice about the silly plan.

“Poultry is an acquired taste,” Carlisle said, fetching both his and Esme’s unnecessary coats from the closet. He slipped her coat over her arms and onto her shoulders. She shot him an appreciative smile, tying her belt.

“Have you ever had beef?” Esme asked as Carlisle opened the front door, holding it open for them.

“Once, I was quite desperate. I do not recommend it.”

Esme laughed, stopping mid-step as she passed Edward, finally noticing what was tucked under his elbow. “What is that?”

“A football,” Edward admitted quietly. “My cousins and I would play every year before dinner. I thought… perhaps the three of us might want to throw one around.” He kicked a piece of dust with the toe of his boot.

“Oh you sap,” Esme laughed. “This is an absolutely foolish plan,” she mocked in a voice that did not sound like him at all, no matter what Carlisle thought.

Edward tossed the ball at her, attempting to quiet her teasing, but she caught it at the last second, tossing it back to Edward as she bounded down the front porch steps. Perhaps this would not be so torturous.

#esme cullen #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #my stories

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jkgnggj · 9 months

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i had to download mobile canva for this it was so hard to use on such a tiny screen pfft BUT IT WAS SO WORTH IT HEHE ok i shall discuss under the cut bc this was a lil tricky to categorize >.< also ty for letting me use ur template @no-psi-nan <333

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ primary partner material ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

♡ torisai ♡ so ofc first we have saiki bc torisai was my first ever tori ship <333 i mean mikorei was there but it was mostly just them as besties not really romantic yet at the time, but I had major torisai brainrot esp after cat tank thing and all other torisai eps it's sorta what got me to realize i loved tori sm, i love their dynamic and how they bully but still care for each other omg

♡ torikechi ♡ my current tori ship (bc torisai became too angsty for me i read all torisai fics and always felt so dead inside after reading the angst ones </3 so torikechi healed my heart) they're just so silly and yes touma bullies tori but he also is a lil baby boy who'd be madly in love with him and probs one of the only ppl who'd be nice to him at the same time, i think it'd be funny if touma kept flirting with his dumbass and tori wouldn't even notice bc he'd be like it's what bros do or like his comments would just go over his head, i just like the thought of oblivious tori pfft

♡ mikorei ♡ so first tori ship technicallyyyy but i don't count it bc there was no brainrot at the time but they're aesthetics and like dynamic so enemies to best friends to lovers yk and they'd still argue and annoy each other to bits and pieces but tori would be so loyal and miko could tame him with the snap of her fingers nobody not even saiki could do that (pissing off saiki is fun but pissing off Miko is actually scary (and not the sexy scary like saiki but the scary scary))

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ besties with benefits ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

♡ yumetori ♡ now for this category i don't see anyone / i can see anyone as bwb but i prefer to use this category more as a like part two or less strong primary partner material category bc i can totes see chiyo and tori as best friends who are so desperate they end up falling for each other by accident (esp if it's a friends with benefits relationship) but i don't ship them as hard as I ship the poly psychickers or psychicker ships with tori

♡ satori ♡ i can't really see them as a friends with benefits relationship so again it's more of a "i ship them but not as hard as the psychickers" type of thing but i do think they have potential to have that type of relationship, mostly initiated by tori (maybe as a revenge thing against saiki like ha! i tainted ur perfect average guy what're u gonna do sai- oh shit i can see why you like him) i just like the idea of tori trynna ruin him but ends up ruining himself (or his idea of himself) it'd be so funny if out of everyone toris bi awakening is with the most average guy ever™ (he lies awake at night contemplating life)

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ platonic besties ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

♡ kubotori ♡ i hc them as like found family, i have so many hcs of them i wanna share but haven't bc i doubt anyone wants to hear them (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) but they have a brother dynamic to me tho the ship dynamic is really cute and I love the fanart but personally i hc them having a more platonic relationship

♡ nentori ♡ like with kubotori i hc them having a brotherly dynamic, and at first i never thought of them but yk since nendous dad is toris guardian spirit they already got a connection soooo i like to think tori tried getting closer to nendou jr to get rid of his ghost dad so he could pass on already but it didn't work and only gave him another brother lol

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡ good friends ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

♡ shuntori ♡ as a ship it's ok ive never really seen fanart or fics except for this one comic in japanese it was soo cute but i prefer them as friends (reluctantly) their connection mainly being thru their interactions with aren, they wouldn't be besties but they'd still hang out together bc of aren he's like the middle man

♡ meratori ♡ idk the name for their ship? friendship? i also didn't give them much thought except they have potential (just like almost any tori ship tbh) esp bc i hc tori gets his spending money by working, he's got lots of side jobs just like mera except it's bc he can never keep them for too long they always end up firing him bc he's just bad at keeping jobs and gets too many complaints (mainly from girls) so i like to think they're probs coworkers or have been coworkers (also has tori ever even interacted with mera? has he ever flirted with her? idk i don't remember)

♡ toriko ♡ again idk their (friend)ship name but i think tori would def be the type to be swayed by money and saikos power or whatever i imagine him being like oh money will impress the girlies, so at first it's like them disliking each other but then they become friends somehow after interacting so much plus since tori is already friends with aren and nendou who are basically saikos besties he's auto invited to stuff involving them (whether saiko invites him or not the other two do, nendou bc the more the merrier and aren to piss saiko off pft)

♡ haitori ♡ i like picturing tori with the himbos (hairo, nendou, aren) admiring their swoleness and low-key digging their body, he follows them to the gym bc he wants to be just like and hairo is basically his hype man and number one supporter and fan and personal trainer pfft

#ik all these are too self indulgent but i just want tori to be happy and have friends #sorry i didnt add in kokomi and imu they just didnt fit and i dont have any hcs for them really #at the moment anyways maybe if i think abt it more like i did with the tood friends crew id think of some hcs #ruchan rambles #i hope i have opened the eyes of some ppl to the potential of some of these ships #toritsuka reita #reita toritsuka #saiki kusuo no ψ nan #saiki no psi nan #saiki k

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ceo-of-kimona · 3 months

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What to do with Scott…

A question that many many Kimona enjoyers face in our time is thus: “where the hell do we put Scott Pilgrim?”

The guy is a weird case. He’s the main character, the damn series was named after him, he’s integral to the life and stories of both of these women. Although; he is also a massive cockblock (or vag block?? Idk) and must be obliterated in order for the two to be happy. So, to prevent Kimona fic writers (also known as the greatest and most noble heroes of our time) from needing to contend with this great query again, I shall compile a list of potential things you could do with Scott to get him the hell out of the way. In no particular order.

1. Break Scott and Ramona up

Probably the most direct and simple answer, especially if you’re going for a more cannon compliant, post cannon universe. Though it does kinda invalidate all of the shit they got through to get together if they just split up like that. So I suggest that if you do break them up, make it on good terms. Make it so that it’s mutual and mutually beneficial and mature. Less of a “I hate you and I never want to see you again” and more of a “it was fun, you helped me a lot, but now we gotta go our separate ways in life.” Their development shouldn’t be rendered moot by the breakup, instead make the breakup part of their development.

2. Create an AU where Scott does not exist

A fairly easy one, if Scott doesn’t exist, you can just go along your merry way with your shipping. Fics where Kim finds Ramona before Scott or fics where Scott doesn’t ever fall in love with Ramona for whatever reason also fall under this category. These are good, but a bit bland. There isn’t a great lot you can tell here cause Scott’s douchery kinda holds together the plot pretty much. It is only by him being a rat-ass fuckboy that anyone ever meets anyone in the comics. Also, without having her relationship with Scott, Ramona just doesn’t have her vital character arc that the relationship brings. She’s always gonna be the same ol Flowers when she comes to Kim.

So unless you plan on retelling the entire story of the… everything with Kim instead of Scott, you’ve gotta very flighty and traumatized Ramona Flowers on your hands for the entire fic. Now, this is perfect for angst fics, as using pre-arc flaws to create a tragedy has been a a tool for angst fics since god damn Shakespeare. Also fluff doesn’t really need the “primest character development” in order to be good, so if you’re planning to either make angst or simple fluff then AU is your best bet. If you wanna make something more cannon compliant or lighthearted yet complicated, you’re out of luck.

3. Polycule

Self explanatory. Why not have both? Keep Scott and Ramona’s cute dynamic; and just bring Kim into the mix. While this can be very fun (I’m actually writing a fic where this happens at the moment) it isn’t great for every fic. Cause let’s face it: if you’re here and queer for Kimona, so maybe you do not want to write for the feelings of the dude who got here first so he’s also tagging along. Some people just don’t wanna write Scott, which is perfectly valid. Also, polycules are messy and complicated, both in real life and in fic writing. While complications can create some good drama, it’s also a lot of moving parts to manage. You aren’t getting a Kimona + Pilgrim fic down to 2k words without sacrificing a lot. This one is not built for oneshots or general Pilgrim-haters.

4. Send him off to be with Wallace

Probably one of my favorite options to use. It’s kinda an extension of the “breakup” idea, but it gives a happier ending for Scott, as it lets the breakup make sense. Scott falls in love with Wallace and can’t bear the pining so he communicates with Ramona about it, and they mutually agree that it’s for the better for them to split so he can be with Wells. It also will keep the Scollace shippers at bay, may their apocalyptic wrath be kept at bay /s.

If you don’t really have much stuff outside of Kimona in your fic and don’t know how to get Scott out of the picture, try this one. Just throw in a sentence about Scott being with Wallace and everything will make sense and be chill. Truly an option for us lazy bitches out there who just want yuri. It can also potentially set up some Scollace content later down in the fic if it comes to be of a larger scale, but if you just want your yuri you can throw out a “Scott is with Wallace” line and not need to elaborate further, we get it. All around a flexible, powerful, potent, and fun option. Though if you have any Wallace pairings already set up in your fic and you can’t fit Scollace in, this option obviously won’t be that useful to you.

So…

That’s all of the “bye bye Scott pilgrim” tropes for Kimona fics that I could think of. Now for which one is the best… prepare yourself, the answer is disappointing.

None of them!

No one of these is always gonna work for everything. These tropes are all just tools in your toolbox at the end of the day, and which one you use is up to what you’re writing and how you’re feeling. So don’t be afraid to try multiple of these for your fics, throw shit against the wall like spaghetti. Maybe you’ll find something new that you’ll like.

But that’s enough yapping from me. Now go forth and WRITE!

#also you can hit her with the transgenderification beam but I don’t know how that would help things #it would make them more funny though! so worth concideration #kim pine #ramona flowers #scott pilgrim #pineflowers #kimona #ramkim #scott pilgrim vs the world #rant post #fic writing

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Part Three | Chapter Nineteen: A Death In The Family

August 1919

Newport, Rhode Island

We're dragging suitcases out from the hotel room, Harry's eyes glued to the glass windows that display everything beneath us. People walking calmly down the street, babies being pushed in their strollers, laughter heard from all these stories below. His eyes don't move even when I shut the door a bit too hard, glancing at him sheepishly and ready to apologize. He doesn't flinch, brows furrowed as he watches the state of Rhode Island habitants.

Unsure about what he's thinking about, I reach over and gently grasp his hand with my free one, tightening my fingers with his. He blinks and glances at me. With a firm squeeze, his wedding ring cuts painfully into my skin, but I don't say anything, nudging my head towards the long hallway to signal our departure.

Harry looks down the hallway and nods. "We're going home," he says.

"Yes," I say, examining his face to see what those words have caused. He doesn't seem upset or happy. It's just a statement. We're going home. "Is there anywhere else you want to go?"

Harry shakes his head. "Is there anywhere you would like to go? I feel as if I've dragged you through this vacation."

I stop walking and smile up at him, shaking my head. "I promise I wasn't dragged anywhere. I went willingly and I loved it."

Something darkens in Harry's eye when he stops walking as well, standing beside me, rigid. For a few seconds, he glances back outside and then turns his body towards me, giving me his undivided attention. He releases my hand and wraps his arms around his torso, insecurely. "But if we weren't to go home, is there a place in mind you'd like to visit?"

"I'd go anywhere with you," I tell him.

The shadow in his eye lightens as his eyebrows raise. To my surprise, a blush passes over his face.

"Oh, God," I gasp comically, reaching out to grab onto his jacket lapels. "Are you blushing, Styles?"

"Shove off," he says, but there's a smile on his face. "You know what I mean. I know you'll go anywhere with me, but I'm talking about right now. Is there anywhere you would like to go?" He pauses and frowns. "Somewhere in a 50 mile radius because we're low on funds."

Would I like to go anywhere else? I think about it for a moment, releasing Harry's jacket and letting my arms fall back to my sides. This country, though I've been here for two years, is foreign to me. It was lucky for me that all the places we visited had familiar faces and I went with Harry, but I couldn't imagine doing it alone. I think there are a lot of places to explore, but right now? Where do I want to be right now?

Harry smiles, leaning against the windows. He puts his suitcase down and holds his hand out. I automatically reach my arm up to put it in his outstretched hand, but the back of his knuckles grazing against my cheek stop me. "Shall we go home then?" Harry says softly, tucking my hair behind my ear.

Yes. That's where I'd like to go. Home, with Harry. I've accepted this new normal. Has he? I study him and his gentle, encouraging smile.

"Are you okay with going home?"

"Of course I am. I think it's time we make it our home."

"Our home?" I say faintly.

He drops his hand and tucks it into his pocket. "I'm a little ashamed to admit this, Annaliese, especially since you had to suffer these past three weeks, but I never really considered that house our home. Of course, it's where we live, but I never...liked being there."

"Why didn't you ever tell me that?"

"You'd be devastated," he says in a voice that suggests his answer is obvious. "If I told you that, you'd be unsure what to do and I never wanted you to be that way with me."

"Right. Still, it's not like you hid it well. I think I just tried to ignore it because it would make me feel like I was doing something wrong. Maybe we shouldn't go back to square one with this conversation."

Harry kisses the top of my head. As we're talking and walking past the rooms, one of them opens somewhere ahead of us. Too immersed in the conversation, we don't notice the figure walking towards us.

Harry jumps at the sound of his name ringing through the hallway. With narrowed eyes, he tries to seek out who's falling him. his defense is up immediately, scanning the area for the enemy who knows him by name,

A man stops in his tracks and looks at Harry and then looks at me, brows furrowed and lips pursed, watching and examining us. He steps forward and repeats, "Harry? Is that you?"

A look of recognition briefly crosses Harry's alert face and he peers down at the shorter man. "I'm sorry, I can't seem to remember your name."

The man's expression clears at the sound of Harry's accent. "Oh, Harry, it is you!" He sticks his hand out and Harry slowly takes it. "I'm James Alderon. Your father's friend. Oh I don't think I've seen you in about, what, 10 years? My, you've grown."

"James Alderon," Harry repeats, shaking his hand. "Yes. Yes I remember you. You lived just in the other town, didn't you?"

"Yes!" James says excitedly. He turns to me. "This is your wife?"

I smile politely at him and feel Harry's hand tighten protectively around mine when I stick my other hand out. "Pleased to meet you. My name is Annaliese."

"Annaliese!" he repeats, patting my hand as he shakes it. "Nice to meet you. Wow, it feels awful to be so happy in a time like this, but I never thought I'd see you both here. I didn't know you lived in here!"

"New York, actually," Harry answers, finally providing a smile. "And yes, these are difficult times, aren't they?"

James takes his hat off and presses it against his chest, expression suddenly sad. He ducks his somewhat bald head down and then picks it back up, a respectful gesture, but Harry slants me a confused look instead. I offer him a startled shrug in return.

James continues when he looks up, "Yes, well, everyone goes through it. We can't expect them to be around forever, right? I remember when it was my relative. You don't get over the burden, but it definitely gets better as time goes on."

"Yes," Harry says slowly, one eyebrow twitching. "It's quite difficult, isn't it?"

I know Harry has no idea what the hell this man is talking about.

"It is. And it happened when you were so young!" James puts a hand on Harry's shoulder and my urge to laugh immediately dissipates. Harry's hand tenses in mine and then squeezes tightly to the point where I have to touch our linked fingers with my other hand to silently beg him to let go. He does and then runs his run over my palm as an apology.

James doesn't stop there. "Well, my wife and I would be happy to help if you need anything. Here!" He rummages through his pocket and pulls out a pen and his business card. He scribbles his address down and hands it over to Harry. "Please don't hesitate to come by. My wife makes the most amazing shepherd's pie. Do visit us, yes?"

"Thank you," I answer, smiling brightly at James. He nods, satisfied, putting his hat back on his head. "If we're ever back in the city, we will definitely come visit you. It's nice to see a friendly face. We're quite far from home, aren't we?"

"We are," James agrees, sighing deeply. "And now this trial is placed on you two. I can't imagine--"

"I'm sorry," Harry interjects a bit suddenly, "I didn't ask when you arrived in America."

The shorter man glances at Harry, removing a handkerchief to wipe sweat from his forehead and neck. "Unfortunately during the war, my business went under and we're here to start fresh. Like you two, it was a risk to come here, but with the grace of God, we've been doing quite well for the past three months. It's my wife and I's wedding anniversary."

Harry nods, but doesn't look satisfied. He's very perplexed.

James says, "Well, I must be off now, but Harry." He reaches out and touches his arm again, patting roughly. "Your father was a very strict man, but there's no doubt he loved you very much. I'm so terribly sorry for your loss. So sorry. Have a good night, both of you."

He smiles at me once more but I can't remember if I smiled back or not. Then, he walks around us and I hear his footsteps become fainter and fainter. I stare at the place he stood, frozen, afraid to check Harry's reaction.

Harry's father? Fear strikes through me. After last night, will this news ruin Harry's progress? More grief piled on top of the already existing grief must be excruciating, and a death of a parent nonetheless. Oh, God, Harry.

Harry's hand slips from my grasp, alerting me, and I feel him sway so I jump into action and stand in front of him, holding my arms out in a "stop'' gesture.

Harry looks at me blankly. "What are you doing?"

I put my arms down. "I thought you were gonna fall."

His expression is unreadable, eyes distant already. He's looking at me, but just barely. "Annaliese. Did he just say my father is dead?"

"Yes. He did. Oh, God. Harry I'm so--"

He raises his hand and inhales sharply. "Don't say sorry to me." His fingers quickly loosen his tie, stumbling and getting his fingers caught in the fabric. He undoes the buttons of his coat. "Can you check my pulse?"

I take his arm and place two fingers on his neck. A steady, strong pulse. His skin, however, is clammy and he looks as if he's about to either vomit or collapse. "You're okay, Harry," I say hesitantly, running the back of my hand along his neck to catch his sweat. "Let's go outside and get some air. You look pale."

Harry blinks slowly, not moving. And then he frowns. "Did I hurt your hand? Show me." He reaches for my own wrist and examines my fingers, adjusting the wedding band.

"I'm okay," I gently tell him, holding onto his arm. "Harry, I think you're in shock so let's go outside."

"I don't... I don't know how to get there. Annaliese, he said my father is dead."

I begin to tug him. "I'll help you."

"You said I'm in shock. I'm not. When you're in shock, there's a medical procedure," Harry says when I force him to sit on the bench outside of the hotel. I unbutton his buttons and give him room to breathe. His chest is rising and falling much more quickly, but he doesn't show the discomfort on his face, just, well, shock.

"I didn't mean physically," I assure him, pushing his hair back. "I mean you were shocked. That's very frightening news. Look at me." His vision flickers over to me. "Talk to me."

Harry faintly blinks. "Talk to you about what? I'm not upset."

Despite his words, Harry's eyes well up with tears and he rests his hand on the area his father wounded, eyes wider than before. Now, it settles in. His breath hitches in his throat and he looks at me for quick assurance, which I apply to him, resting a hand over his face, kissing his forehead gently.

"He's dead," Harry says, swallowing. "Gone. I'm not going to see him again."

Once Harry's tears start, they don't stop, but he's also not openly crying or sobbing. The tears just flow from his eyes as if small rivers flowing downstream, nothing in their path or anything to stop their journey.

"Did he say how he died? I don't remember."

"He didn't," I tell him, gently wiping his face with my handkerchief. "Do you want water?" I get up and put my bag besides Harry to show someone is still sitting there. "I'll get some water. Hold on, just—"

"No," Harry quickly says, grabbing my wrist firmly. "Don't. Sit down."

I do, worry spreading through me. He's quiet again, and I know what comes with him when he's quiet.

But I give him some time to gather his thoughts, his knee bouncing with anxiety and nervousness. Finally, he looks at me while I'm staring at his hand on my wrist.

"Annaliese. I just want to go home."

I pick my head up and look at him, his eyes still shimmering with tears. My shoulders fall, hands gently holding his face. "I know, mon cœur. And I will get you there, I promise."

He's frantically blinking. "Right now?"

"Absolutely."

"I want to go. I want our bed. I don't want to think about him."

I slowly stand up, monitoring his reaction. I hold my hand out and let him slide his hand from my wrist to my fingers, nodding at him once.

"Let's go to the station. Just four hours and we'll be home, okay? Can you hang in there for four hours?"

Harry looks at me confusedly as if my words aren't making sense to him. "Yes," his mouth says. "If you're there with me."

***

Harry's been very quiet, but after an hour on the train passes and he's had some food in him, he turns to me and reaches for my hand, bringing it into his lap. I've been ready to give him my full attention, but when he stopped answering me, I thought it would be best to give him some space.

"I don't know how I feel."

I squeeze his hand, swallowing the hard lump in my throat. "He was still your parent."

"Exactly," Harry says, expression taking a turn. He's angry, I realize with a sinking heart, his cheeks red and his eyes blazing. "Just because he was my father doesn't mean I should feel upset about it. But I do feel upset. I want to cry, Annaliese, but I also don't want to. I don't want to feel this way for a man who hurt me for no reason."

Harry glances up at the ceiling of the train, working on his breathing to keep himself calm. his hand is getting more sweaty by the minute.

"He wasn't a father to me, but he was still human and when I think about him, I have memories of him in my mind because he existed in my life. And he was there during the worst times, but Annaliese, the problem was that he was there and I'm the person I am today because of him."

"You aren't suggesting you're not a good person, are you?" I quickly interfere. "Harry. You are the person you are today because of your mother, your sister, your friends, and all the wonderful people you have met in your life. They make you up, not your father."

My words are getting to Harry's head but I'm not sure if they're sticking. "He was such a bad person."

"He was. And his death does not mean you forgive him for what he's done to you, okay? You are in no way obligated to mourn someone who caused you pain just because he was your parent."

Harry takes a deep breath and looks back at me. "So why do I feel sad?"

The sound of his voice makes sad as well, a slight whimper to his words. "Why do I feel so sad if he hurt me so bad? I don't want to feel this way. I want to be happy."

"Because," I tell him softly, "he was still your father. Do you remember that night in London when it was raining really hard and you told me that you'd rather have your father than one like mine. Having a bad father is better than having none at all."

"I was very stupid for saying that," Harry says with a crack in his voice. "I'm sorry that I said that."

I shake my head. "The point is that you still believe that and I understand. He was bad, but he was a parent, and those are big shoes that nobody can fill except the parents who are assigned to you. We're not allowed to pick who our parents are, Harry."

"He couldn't realize that when he decided to have me? I didn't have a choice in the matter either, so why couldn't he have used his choice and not have had me?"

"Oh, Harry, but then I wouldn't have been born either. You told me years ago that we were born for each other."

His nose is red as well as his eyes. He's biting on the inside of his cheek, sniffling softly. "You're right. If I wasn't born, I wouldn't have met you. I think meeting you was the best thing I could have done."

My heart jumps to my throat. I will never get used to him saying things like that again.

"And you're right that he had an impact on me, even if it were a bad one. I think I'm also sad because I'm mourning my younger self. He was so small and stupid. I was just a kid thinking all adults were like him. I can't believe how dumb I was."

I rest my head on his shoulder. "We're all dumb when we're young. We learn from our parents and what we see is what we think the world is like."

"The world is like my father," Harry says quietly, turning his head to look out the window. "Nobody cares about anybody unless they do something for you. It's like the war. Nobody's ever done anything to wrong me from the enemy line, yet I'm fighting someone else's battle. Why should I do that? I used to think about this all the time at night. Why am I fighting on someone else's behalf, and you know what I realized? It's because all the people who wage the wars are cowards who tell us to go to fight. If we don't we're the cowards, but what normal person wouldn't be scared of walking to their death? I would talk about this with my company. Especially Nedjem because he was so young.

"We'd tell him that the world isn't really like this and not to become a pessimist, but the world is in fact like this. Everything is a transaction. You lose your soul to win something for the bigger picture, but have I ever cared for those things? The transaction is unfair. And now I'm left with all these memories and I don't know what to do with them but endure them because they're not currently happening but it's all in my head still.

"It's the same with my father. I haven't been in contact with him for years and as far as I'm concerned, he's been in the past for all those years, but I've kept those memories of him. And it's unfair because everything that happened has been unwillingly. I didn't ask for all those things to happen and I should be allowed to be angry about it, right? I didn't ask to be beat by him, I didn't ask to go to war, I didn't ask for my friends to die, and I didn't ask to hurt you all those months, but it happened, and it's still happening and I don't know how to stop it."

I listen, biting down on my lower lip to keep it from trembling.

"I know it'll stop one day, though," Harry continues, sniffling once more. "Because I have good things too. And I try to tell myself that it's really healthy to have those little things, those little happy memories, but why are the bad memories always the most unforgettable ones? Life is unfair, Annaliese."

"It is," I agree quietly. "I'm really sorry, Harry. I wish I could take it all away."

"Me too. I've got you though. I'd rather have you than a hundred other people."

I twist my head into his neck and inhale his scent softly, pushing myself closer when he wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head.

"You're all I need," I whisper, holding onto his dog tags.

"Let's make some friends. Literally. We can have two children and we'll be good for the rest of our life, friend-wise."

I pull back in shock and eye him. "That's your worst idea yet, Styles."

Harry quietly laughs and then takes a deep breath. "You're right."

"Have you changed your mind about children?"

"Hmm? No, not at all. Not just because I wouldn't want any, but it's the same reason we talked about earlier. That child wouldn't have a choice in picking its parent and I am not in the right state to be a parent. Why would I impose that on a child?"

"That's very true," I say. "Was that the reason why you didn't want to have kids before too? We used to talk about it."

"It was that. Partially. The other part was that I just hate children."

Giggling, I hold his jaw, tilting his head down towards me. I press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and then his bottom lip.

"I missed your weird humor."

"Humor?" Harry asks, eyes shining. "I am completely serious."

"You work with children!"

"That's different. I'm not raising them. I'm teaching. I don't want those things in my house."

"Fair enough."

"You're the same way."

"I don't hate children!"

Harry nods. "You're good with them. But I'm glad we agree on that at least. Children are just not for us."

"What about a pet?"

"What kind of pet?"

"Maybe a cat?"

Harry thinks about it for a long time. "Maybe two cats."

"I like that idea."

We look out the window at the passing ocean, holding each other, eyes squinted due to the intensity of the sun. Harry occasionally presses kisses to my temple and after a while later, I close my eyes, too tired to keep them opening and staring into the sun.

"Thank you for coming with me," Harry softly says some time later, his chest vibrating. "And thank you for not giving up on me."

"The day I give up on you is the day hell freezes over. You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not."

Harry chuckles and doesn't say anything more.

***

By the time we arrive at home, it's well into the afternoon and Harry and I are both dragging ourselves into our home. Unlocking the door is like a breath of fresh air. We both inhale and place our bags down.

After we both shower, Harry and I find ourselves in the bedroom we used to sleep in that just became mine after he returned from the Western Front. To my surprise, Harry doesn't say anything, rolling his bag in and starting to take his clothes out. He removes the dirty clothes and separates them on the floor, intently working.

And when he's finished, he takes all his clothes and begins putting them in our closest. Catching on, I also begin putting my stuff away on my side, biting back a smile whenever I pass Harry. We're both finished just half an hour later, looking at our room proudly. Harry turns and looks at me with bright eyes, raising an eyebrow questioningly at me.

"Thank you," I whisper, wrapping him in a hug. My arms ache from how hard I hold him and then my ribs hurt from how he returns the hug. "You're everything to me."

Harry presses a soft kiss to my cheek and whispers back, "We're finally home, Annaliese. Come lay with me. I'm so tired."

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Also some quick notes about these:

As I said before, these are basically five centric. I do however read a lot of other stuff for other characters that I’m willing to share, so ask and ye shall receive!!! That being said, I don’t read a lot of oc fics and character x reader, so I don’t have a lot of recommendations for that.

Many of these fics were written before season three, before Viktor’s transition, which means that his deadname will be used. If you don’t want to read it, that’s totally okay, but just a forewarning!!!

Most of these fics have some dark and mature themes. And it may not seem like a serious thing, but sometimes you need to take a break from that kind of thing. This goes for any piece of media really that deals with these kinds of things. It doesn’t make you less of a person for taking care of yourself. There is no pressure to finish any of these or to even click on it. So if you read the tags (which you always should), and you think it’s not something that would be good for your mental health, don’t be afraid to tap out.

Oh and some of These have word counts but I got tired so I only did some. So pretty much All of these are multi chapter fics

Again major credit to these writers. Thank you for sharing your stories with us!!! I’m so proud of all of you guys!!! Happy Reading!!!

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The moon laughs by Lady_Origami (96k words) | a trope we all know and love, time loop. This is great | incomplete | This is also the second part in a series called the sky weeps (106k words). The first one isn’t really related to the second one, but it’s really sweet, Klaus, Ben, and Five bonding.

Creeping towards extinction by VIKAN (62k words) holy shit this one is so good like omg I’m in love with this. This is my favorite angst fic wow. Chefs kiss

The shifting mirrors by orsumfenix (192k words) | what if five never traveled to the future? Well you saw the other hargreeves, hes still an asshole. | incomplete

Holding it together by sharkneto (91k words) | actually inspired by shifting mirrors. And oh my god I loved reading every word of this | First of a series called shifting together (251k words). Series is incomplete but definitely worth the read!!!

How the fabrics of the universe will fuck you up by fandomsandshit (4K words) | this is sort of an AU where fives abilities go a little bit further than teleporting. This is such a cool take I wish that five had these powers in the show!!!

An eye for an eye by dgalerab (80k words) | really cool series, lots of twists and turns and angst and timelines (so many timelines) and it’s just really fun. Also season two and three do not exist | Part of a series called timelines 1-2.1 (250k words) | the last fic in the series is incomplete

This world is not made for you by umbrellas out (1719) (2k words) | okay I can’t exactly summaraize this but there is a lot 567 bonding so if you like that here you go!!! | Also part of a series called the boy who ran. Also there is a slight chance that none of these links work so if they don’t I apologize.

This one’s for the lonely, the ones who seek and find by hujwernoo (2k words) | Klaus dies in the apocalypse, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be there for five | The First in a series called it comes and goes in Waves (258k words) which is INCREDIBLE so yeah Go and check it out

Sorrows like thunder clouds by Emotionally_Detached (7k words) | this is part of a series called mellow rays of the departing sun (24k words) |Five time travels to when they were Kids, but only hin. Now it’s up to him to change the past.

Time is what we Need but don’t have by Achlyz (21k words) | it’s really cute, makes me feel good by I also cried during this, but it’s mostly just family bonding with a hint of angst | Part of a series called dysfunctional family (225k words) |the final fic is incomplete

Faded by tenacioussurrender (35k words) | Lots of dad Diego, and hurt five, but it’s very Sweet and there’s a lot of wholesome pieces in it | part of a series called a ripple in time and space (145k words)

Bolt from the blue by TheArchaeologist (85k words) | this time it’s dad Klaus, and omg there is a lot of hurt but a lot of comfort, but then hurt again! That joke is Season one about Klaus Meeting fives mom at the Disco isn’t a joke anymore | Part of a series called apple of my eye (141k words), Part Four is incomplete but you can still read a lot of it.

Out of the dead land by tomorrowsrain (60k words) | five time travels to the apocalypse, but to spice it up, you have Zombies!!!! Oh and Klaus is there too, to add a dash of brotherly bonding and a whole lot of angst | incomplete

So you got to the bottom of the list, good for you!!! Treat your self, you deserve it. I’m proud of you.

Also (minor rant alert) this was HARD. Thank literally everything that I can use ao3 search filters because that was ahhhhhhhhh. Do you know how difficult it is to find a fic that you read 2 years ago and the only thing you can remember from it is the word pumpkin????? Like oh my god. Then I wrote all of this down and it mysteriously disappeared so I had to make a whole new list, which was very frustrating. But this was also fun so if you have any new requests, lmk!!!

Oh and another thing. You might’ve noticed that some of these authors names were repeated. Well turns out these incredible talented people have written a lot of other stuff, so don’t forget to explore the other stuff they’ve written. Check out the bookmarks, then check the bookmarks of those authors, and so on. Happy reading!!!

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves centric #allison hargreeves #ben hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #tua #ao3 fic rec #ao3

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a-wartime-paradox · 11 months

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The Eighth Doctor during the Time War in Heaven, a "grandfather paradox" of undone Moments

Okay so this is just a canon-weld in pure in-universe style, like a wiki article (because I really enjoy writing it like that much more than in the style of a historical article). The parts that are just completely made up are written in bold, but do remember that this is all, at least partially, speculation (although I'd love to convince many of this account)

The Eighth Doctor appears to end the War (NOVEL: The Ancestor Cell), in reality "falling out" of it (SHORT STORY: The Story So Far...), with the fallen Gallifrey's Matrix becomes trapped within his mind (NOVEL: *The Gallifrey Chronicles*). Eventually, he attempted to restore it at the end of the universe, thus creating the Imperial Throneworld (NOVEL: *Hope*) as some kind of temporal echo (read: similar description) of Gallifrey Eight (NOVEL: *The Taking of Planet 5*). Eventually, the Doctor, now calling himself the Emperor (NOVEL: *Father Time*), travelled back into the War to rule a decadent splinter of Faction Paradox, led by Mother Mathara, and called himself "Grandfather Paradox" - but not being the true Grandfather of House Paradox (REF: AHistory extract) - invading Gallifrey and apparently destroying it (NOVEL: *The Ancestor Cell* from Grandpa P.'s perspective) using the Moment (SHORT STORY: *Doctor Who and the Time War*) to apparently end the War. However, this instead "rewound time" so that the Eighth Doctor had never interacted with the future War, and in order to do this, the universe prevented him from ever returning to Sam Jones in the Greenpeace rally (NOVEL: *Vampire Science*), which started his intersection with the War (NOVEL: *Alien Bodies*), instead travelling Charley Pollard (AUDIO series: Main Range), Lucie Miller (AUDIO series: The Eighth Doctor Adventures - Series 1-4), Molly O'Sullivan and Liv Chenka (AUDIO boxset: *Dark Eyes 1-2*), before eventually (NOTE 1) using the Moment in an attempt to end the Time War by destroying Gallifrey (SHORT STORY: *Doctor Who and the Time War*), but instead rewinding time again to make it so that he never pressed the button (SHORT STORY: *Out of the Box*), which actualised in an extended history past his adventures with Molly O'Sullivan, including further adventures with Liv Chenka (AUDIO series: Dark Eyes 2-4) alongside new companion Helen Sinclair (AUDIO series: Doom Coalition - AUDIO boxset: Connections) and later dorning his final outfit, travelling with Josie Day (COMIC series: *Doctor Who: The Eighth Doctor*), dealing with the Kutturah Crisis (MULTIMEDIA: Time Lord Victorious), and finally aiding in the Time War with companion Bliss (AUDIO series: *The Eighth Doctor: Time War*), ultimately regenerating on Karn into the War Doctor (LIVE ACTION: *The Night of the Doctor*), who refused to use the Moment (LIVE ACTION: *The Day of the Doctor*), instead teaming up with all his incarnations, past and future, to extract Gallifrey into a "parallel pocket universe" (NOVEL: *The Day of the Doctor*), finally regenerating (NOVEL: The Day of the Doctor, SHORT STORY: Doctor Who and the Time War) into the Ninth Doctor LIVE ACTION: *Rose*).

NOTE 1 - the Doctor says he "has the right" (contra Genesis of the Daleks), and the Master is resurrected (referencing The Sound of Drums), also came out before 2013's The Night of the Doctor, although this is a weaker point because it could still the Ninth Doctor.

When I wrote this (7th of June 2023), I believed it. Since then, and before posting (9th), I now don't but shall share regardless because I enjoyed writing it, and someone may like it.

#doctor who #dweu #eighth doctor adventures #eighth doctor #lance parkin #time war #eighth doctor timeline #canon-welding

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What up, Starry—You already know who it is! B)

Sorry about Tumblr being a buggy mess and crashing halfway through! I’ve experienced the frustration of losing writing due to crashes and it always sucks. But thank you for continuing to answer these questions and satiate my curiosity! Learning more about Missing Numbers is like reading a book that just keeps getting better and better and better with every new chapter. Also: don’t worry about the delays or how long responding takes! You come first and foremost. Your health/work/school/whatever it is ya got going on in your personal life, is infinitely more important than me getting an answer to a question. So please, take your time, as much as you need—I will wait.

(Also, young Red being just as much of a little shit as Blue was is surprisingly wholesome and I love that. And after seeing their heights I realized I’m the same height as Blue! That detail is not important in the slightest, I just thought it was funny.)

Anywho, let’s get into the meat and potatoes, shall we?

First things first: Y’all mentioned biology mechanics and the nature of Glitches? 👀 Well, guess what? I love that kinda stuff! My curiosity is piqued—please explain.

Second question though: What is Leaf’s Duty? What does she do and how do her powers(?) work? Are her abilities like how the move Imprison was in Fallen Leaf?

And third: What’s the relationship/dynamic between Leaf and Red? That comic y’all posted has me wondering what Leaf is warning others about.

That’s all for now though! Please take care of yourself. Have a good day/afternoon/night!

Ahh, thank you so much for your patience! its really appreciated,, im glad youve still been enjoying things- your comments (and your FANART OH MY GOD??) have still been giving us LIFE i truly cannot thank you enough!

Red and Blue’s childhood friendship and rivalry has always been something we’ve wanted to come off as just plain silly and enjoyable- I’m glad we’ve been succeeding in that, hehe. And Blue was actually originally going to be shorter (our height, actually), we just added a few inches to be nicer to him lol

Per usual now, we’ll keep the big stuff under the cut! It’s another long one: Consider this Leaf Lore Part Two.

For the Glitch stuff, we’ve been thinking and might make a BIG formal post going over all of Professor Maple’s speculation and studies, to make it a good access point for the worldbuilding of Missing Numbers. I can’t promise it’ll come soon, but! As a starting point, I do have a pre-written thing with information on different classifications of Glitch that should clear up a good bit to start with.

Unless we get any sudden further realizations, every Glitch, Corruption, and Anomaly in Missing Numbers (and arguably in Pokemon as a whole) can fall under these five classifications.

Leaf’s duty is the main aspect of what we failed to touch on in your previous question. So, I’ll finish that part of the story. :)

To answer your questions, we first have to establish how she got her powers. When Leaf died, she did not get to rest peacefully. Most who die in this world don’t. The afterlife for the fallen and forgotten is not pretty. It is not merciful. There is no heaven for the ones who do not matter to God.

The Distortion exists in layers. At it’s lowest, the farthest from contact with the main reality, is a void of unused, scrapped, and null data. A graveyard, or worse yet, a dump where things that can no longer exist in the surface world go to rot. Unused data. Scrapped NPCs. Removed characters, Pokemon, items.

Assets of old games that never carried over.

Leaf's soul was discarded here when she was erased from existence at the end of Abandoned Loneliness. Left to rot with the unborn Ghosts that had haunted them both with the intent to drag someone of significance down with them. Hoping they too might escape. That they might receive mercy through her.

Unfortunately, Leaf was the unloved child. So instead she fell to their ranks, swallowed up by the abyss that was their resting place- thrust as far from reality, from her home, from her friends, from her purpose as feasibly possible. Still conscious. Still aware. Still suffering.

… Leaf was not one to accept things lying down. Leaf was a fighter. She hated injustice, unfairness. She wouldn’t stand for this. She wouldn’t lie down and give up. No matter how suffocating the darkness was. No matter how the bloodied hands tried to drag her further down. No matter how the chaos and corruption tried to break and dismantle her.

No. Matter. What.

Where there’s a will, there’s a way. And if there was one thing that defined Leaf even more than her bleeding heart, it was that her will was unbreakable.

So she climbed. Climbing over the damned- the forgotten- the spiteful- the vengeful- everything trying to hurt her and pull her down. Focused solely on escaping, on going up. Until things began to become more tangible. Until she could see more than black and red. Until there was light, and color. Until data became form- albeit still broken, chaotic. Numbers. Misplaced bricks. Impossible plants. Incomprehensible collision.

Glitch City.

She broke through the floor of the second lowest layer of the Distortion, and though the surface’s light was still so far… She’d found solid footing.

And here, though it may have been quieter… She wasn’t so alone.

The City had the odd few inhabitants. But the first that she met was a strangely familiar boy, a teenager that reminded her of someone she knew, but wrong. With a cocky, lopsided grin, unruly black hair, and bright red eyes.

Someone who wanted out just as badly as she did.

Leaf and Red never knew each other outside of Glitch City. But during their time trapped there together as children, they were friends. Leaf wasn’t the first person Red befriended there…

But she was significant. They were allies with a shared goal, after all, and if one of them could find a way out, they could get out together! They worked in tandem to find hope, grasp at an escape. Everything they could, as a possibility. They were friends, after all. Right?

Right?

… Leaf didn’t wholly trust Red. It wasn’t personal, but there were things that were risky. She could see the instability of corruption plaguing him, and she wanted to ensure her loved ones’ safety more than she wanted to escape. The greater picture was something that she could wrap her head around, even if it was hard to grasp.

Red was not the same. Laser focused on his goal and uncaring of the consequences, it was a factor that, over time, divided them more and more as Leaf realized the severity of Red’s condition, and began to think…

Maybe he was here for a reason. … Still, she tried to turn a blind eye. Let herself hope things weren’t that bad.

The growing obviousness for his resentment towards Fire, though Red tried to hide it, didn’t help- her distrust towards him only grew, further clouded by her personal fears and dedication to protecting her loved ones.

And one day, while discussing a possible window for escape… She let a thought she’d been hiding slip. The final nail in the coffin.

Afraid for her brother’s life, and angry seeing how Red reveled in the idea of hurting him, she left him behind and didn’t look back.

From there, we aren’t sure of the exact details of how she escaped. But we know she had help on the surface- from someone a little too curious about the nature of the Anomalous, who was all too eager to free a willing entity. Professor Ace Maple (specializing in “anomalies”, and original to the Missing Numbers story!) helped free her soul.

Of course, releasing a long-buried corrupted entity wouldn’t go unnoticed by the higher power that had put her there. But… It saw how careful she was. How she was now completely wary of all glitches. How she’d come to understand the dangers they posed to the world and the people in it.

So, the Almighty came to her in a Golden light. Extending an offer to her.

YOU CANNOT BE PERMITTED TO EXIST IN THIS WORLD AS YOU ARE.

THERE IS A REASON YOUR KIND WERE BURIED.

THIS WORLD IS ENDANGERED EVERY TIME CORRUPTION ESCAPES.

I MUST PRESERVE THE ORDER OF THIS REALITY.

BUT YOU, HEROINE, HAVE PROVEN TO BE SPECIAL.

I AM WILLING TO MAKE A COMPROMISE FOR YOU ALONE.

YOU KNOW THINGS I CANNOT PERMIT ANYONE TO KNOW.

YOU’VE SEEN THINGS I CANNOT PERMIT ANYONE TO SEE.

I CAN ALLOW YOU TO KEEP THESE MEMORIES, AND YOUR PRESENCE HERE, ON SIMPLE TERMS.

DO NOT SPEAK OF IT TO ANOTHER SOUL…

AND PUT THIS KNOWLEDGE TO USE.

YOUR SHACKLES WILL BE YOUR WEAPON. KNOWLEDGE. POWER.

PROTECT MY WORLD. CLEANSE THE CORRUPTION. HOLD THEM BELOW.

YOU ALONE WILL SEE EVERYTHING, FOR YOU ALONE SHALL BE THE WARDEN.

BUT DO NOT FORGET WHERE YOU CAME FROM.

DO NOT FORSAKE ME.

… Of course she accepted the bargain. It was all beneficial in her eyes. Her complete freedom, and the ability to protect those she loved most in ways she never could have before. What happened in their childhood would never happen again now.

Thus, Leaf was blessed with her body yet again. Rightfully hers, and aged to grow with her. Though she’d never again be a Vessel, that was okay. She was something far greater now.

The chains could Imprison any code they touched, and they were completely under her control. With these, she could fight and restrain any anomalies necessary. She was also given the one-of-a-kind ability to freely move between the Main world, and the Distortion… To ensure that no activity occurred in either that could allow the escape of something catastrophic.

Of course, things weren’t perfect. The world and the people in it had changed since she’d been gone. It had been years. People would be different.

Blue, for one. It was hard to face him again. Tensions never stopped being high between them. They both remembered, after all.

She mostly just cared about her brother, now. It took her a bit to find him, idle at the top of Mount Silver.

It was heartbreaking to see the emptiness in his eyes. Him barely acknowledging her. The realization that he’d never… He’d never looked for her. Never tried to free her.

Never even mourned.

She still loved him. She always would. He was her family. He was the only one who’d been anything like her.

It was okay that he got everything she had. It was okay that he’d completely replaced her. It was okay that he now had everything she ever wanted. It was okay that he wasn’t the one who looked for, found, freed her, instead of a complete stranger. It was okay that when he spoke it was soulless and objective and only reminding her of her duties. it was okay. it was okay.

It was okay that he didn’t care.

It was okay that he was living the life she should’ve wanted DESERVED that he was destined to.

It was okay that she had to protect him. It was part of her duty, after all.

She wasn’t bitter. She wasn’t mad. She loved him.

… And then there was Red- “Glitchy,” as she now called him, unwilling to give him the name that belonged to her brother. He never did give up on her. He was PISSED, mind you, that somehow she had escaped and left him and the others stuck down there behind- but he still refused to back down.

They were enemies now, though. As he grew more restless- and more powerful, much to Leaf’s horror- his imprisonment became a direct responsibility of hers. And as Professor Maple grew more curious about glitches, unknowingly bringing him closer and closer to true freedom, even though she felt indebted to them, she had to resist their studies. Warn them of everything- especially him.

“I thought you hated injustice. Don’t you think this is unfair?”

Still, she had to face him often. And even in his madness, and even in chains, Red could speak so… Persuasively.

“If you could escape, why shouldn’t I? You have the ability to free me.”

“And I know you’re hiding me from the others. Don’t they deserve to know?”

“You knew as a KID that Blue was looking for me. Doesn’t HE deserve it?”

“I think you know this isn’t the right thing to do.”

“You’re making a mistake.”

“But it’s okay. I’m not mad. I can be patient.”

“I’m sure you’ll come around.”

“After all, you’re just like me and you know it.”

#an important thing in missing numbers is that everyone is a victim. but nobody is innocent. do you understand me #everyone is as much of an antagonist towards each other as they are an ally #its a story about trauma and the effect it has on people and their relationships.#traumatized kids who grew up together. now adults struggling to find a reason why things have to be this way.#and they can only turn to the people who were there when things were darkest. but they also seem the only ones to blame #its all messy and complicated and painful and difficult and tragic tragic TRAGIC #and i think leafs story is the most shining example of these themes in mn tbh. im glad i could talk on the rest of it yayy!#missing numbers #please note and remember that mn is a very personal story and is about our emotions and thoughts before anything else #i get anxious about tumblrinas being tumblrinas so i feel the need to clarify that #me writing scared adults who were scared kids lashing out about it isn't me demonizing trauma and mental illness or whatever #its me venting and writing my own feelings in a dramatized form so i can grasp them in a more tangible way #its a very important thing to me. and it makes me very glad others can resonate with it. we're all in this bullshit together!

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