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luciferloveschloe · 3 years

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goodbye, lucifer (but not really!)

I cannot BELIEVE that I just watched the last episode of my favourite show.

I usually cram everything I have to in tags under gifsets I reblog, but for this final season I'll go through the pain of actually writing shit down. I'll try to keep it short, and I'll try not to ramble. (Edit: Did not accomplish that.)

what i loved

SCREAMS

God, soooooooo much!!

Deckerstar baby

Okay, so when Rory showed up in the trailer I was like "Ugh, another annoying angel? Meh." FORGIVE ME, my sweet murder child! Of all the things I thought they might do, a Deckerstar baby was DEAD LAST on my list. And a daughter no less, I just... When she says she's Lucifer's daughter, I was like *SCREAMS*, but when we learn she's Lucifer AND Chloe's daughter, I completely lost it. My boyfriend's on a trip with his friends this week and I'm sooo grateful for that, I made the weirdest, loudest, ugliest noises while watching this season, I ran around our apartment like a maniac, I squealed and laughed and cried and just generally lost my mind. But when she says that?? Oh my God. Also the way Lucifer reacted when Chloe shows him the pregnancy test? Straight outta fanfic.

Lucifer being a father

Oh my God?? I've always said he'd be the BEST father, and actually seeing it on screen... I love the parallel of him being ridiculously over the top with Rory at first, just like God and Lucifer in S5. The way he looks at her when he sees her playing the guitar? Their duet?? Instantly one of my favourite scenes. Them driving in the Corvette, their last day together, how he keeps her from killing Le Mec? Just murder me.

Established Deckerstar

All the hugs and kisses?? The declarations of love, the besotted looks, the absolute power couple we got? Their look from Maze and Eve's wedding, OH MY GOD???? Just, these two are so pretty and we got SO MUCH. Also, their scenes with Rory?? I just love them so much...

(More under the cut!)

Ella's storyline

I wanted a reveal for her so badly, and the way it turned out was brilliant! I loved her figuring it out for herself and calling everyone out lmao. I especially loved poor Carol returning to that room full of shocked people. They had some GREAT punchlines and gags this season, absolutely hilarious! I also love Lucifer's parting gift for her and that she finally found a good one with Carol.

Hugs, so many hugs!

That's it, that's the paragraph.

The Police storyline

As a white person who has literally never once had a problem with the police, I know this is not my place to say, but I think they did a good job? Not giving into the "a few bad apples" excuse but acknowledging that the whole system needs to change? I also really enjoyed the scenes with Amenadiel and Officer Harris, showing what policework could and should look like.

Maze and Eve's happily ever after

I'm so glad auntie Maze and auntie Eve got their happy ending! And that wedding was a bomb. Also, "You're my hell!", lmao.

Dan's ascend to heaven

First of, great to know his only torture was Belios' lack of table tennis skills. Secondly, how very fitting for the show that they didn't hand Dan his happy ending easily, that he fought and won it for himself. Him as a ghost and him as Le Mec was equally funny, and his talk with Trixie was just perfect, literally tears you guys.

Amenadiel becoming God

I mean, dude's perfect for the job! From the loyal, distant, obeying servant to a God who wants to work as a team with his siblings, who wants the Celestials to experience the human world, who hates injustice and loves fiercely? In this universe, I couldn't imagine anyone better suited to be God.

Nobody misses the case of the week

At least I don't! God, I wish they'd tried this out sooner.

The bittersweet ending

Let's preface this by saying I HATE bittersweet endings. Give me a happily ever after or else. And yet, and yet!! I think the ending they settled on is perfect. Would I have loved it if Lucifer had a life on earth with Chloe, Trixie and Rory? God, yes. Do I get emotional over him being alone in hell, again? Goddd, yes. But still. I so love that he found his calling in the end, that they reunited, and that he actually makes good on his promise from S5 to change the system. Also, I don't care if this is canon or fanon for now, but they totally spend time in heaven with Rory and visit earth whenever they like. And this would have been my ideal ending - them being free to go where they like, and I don't see why they shoudn't. It's definitely more satisfying than just traipsing off to heaven indefinitely, so I really, really loved that.

what i didn't (do feel free to skip this!)

Lucifer missing out on Chloe's life on earth and being alone in hell again. Chloe being left again.

Time travel shenanigans. I just finished Dark and that was enough of a mindfuck. Do not want to think about loops for this show, thank you very much.

Chloe felt a little too housewifey in the first episodes, but it thankfully didn't stay that way for long.

Lucifer and Chloe talking about keeping secrets for a whole episode, and then NOBODY TALKING ABOUT URIEL AND CANDY. I mean, ahhhhhhh! If you don't want to talk about it, then don't, but don't remind people of it constantly and then NOT discuss it. It drives me mad, honestly, how many times they referenced these storylines only to completely ignore them when there were opportunities to resolve them. Ahhh. That's what fic is for, I guess.

Adam. Like, why? Bye, dude.

what i'll keep with me

When someone I'd just met at my boyfriend's cousin's wedding in 2019 recommended this "funny, little show" to me that intrigued them because they were interested in finding their faith, I really didn't think I'd write all this three years later.

Lucifer is my third fandom, and it won't be my last, but it sure as hell - ha - will stay with me. I resonate so deeply with Lucifer as a character because he fights with the idea of God, fights with this concept of a benevolent father that everyone seems to believe in but never fit his experience. I come from a Christian family and studied theology, but somewhere along the lines I had to come to terms with the fact that the faith I had as a child and teenager didn't fit me anymore. I want to believe again, and maybe someday I will, but right now I don't know that. So Lucifer's journey with that meant a lot to me. I'd like to find what Ella did, I guess.

Although I never really thought Lucifer needed redemption, I loved the whole "anybody can be redeemed" message as well. And hell reform! Hell is such a weird, awful construct - speaking as the theology expert - bringing a bit of purgatory in in this universe is really fucking cool.

Also, I binged Lucifer when I was alone in hospital late at night. That experience alone I'll never forget.

So, I guess - thank you!! Thank you to the cast and crew, to the fans who campaigned for season four, to Ildy and Joe, to the writers and the directors and the people who brought lunch: Thank you so much for this incredible show. I'm not ready to say goodbye, not by a long shot, and I hope this fandom feels the same.

Yabba dabba do me, I love my stupid little show!!!

#lucifer #lucifer netflix #chloe x lucifer #deckerstar #lucifer spoilers #lucifer season six #meta #s6 #i will also leave so many comments on gifsets

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zarathelonewolf · 3 years

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A post about BNHA CHAPTER 327 will be coming soon, plz stay tuned... I need to read the translations first.

It seems to be a chapter about the class taking care of Midoriya, and spending some time with him while he recovers from his days as a semi-vigilante.

I don't think I'll say much about it, even when I write the post, because it honestly looks like more of a filler chapter... It certainly doesn't seem to me that it will be fundamental to the plot.

It makes me happy, however, to see Midoriya and the rest of the class truly reuniting... while All Might spies from the windows (All Might, you're so funny sometimes!). I liked seeing the students together once again, after the hardships they've endured.

Also, to those that don't like the arc because the trauma that the kids have gained through the war wasn't shown... I respect your opinion, because at face value it may seem so, but I honestly think that the kids did have (and still have) psychological consequences, maybe some are still dealing with them... They are a key part of their characters now.

However, this isn't shown. It isn't outright told, and this seems to be a problem for many.

I understand, but I like the arc regardless. We haven't been shown how the kids faired with their trauma, so I'm imagining it instead. I'm trying to think about how they may have felt while they dealt with their insecurities as I read the Manga. It can be done: in my opinion (which you can absolutely disagree with) if the author doesn't outright show something, sometimes it would be proper for the reader to imagine how things went and the outcome by themselves, without necessarily condemning an entire arc for it.

We were, after all, shown how the crowd (which simbolizes the population) was so tremendously scared of the danger Midoriya could bring that they didn't even consider how Midoriya himself may have been in a similar situation: full of fear, sometimes paranoia, bordering on the obsession, to find All For One... All while feeling the weight of his multiple quirks on his shoulders.

There are also other citizens, like the lady in chapter 326, that still believe in the heroes and they still hope that they will be able, someday, to stop AFO once and for all. So they clean after the other's vandalization, and look up to their protectors still.

Some may argue that it doesn't explain the entire situation, and that it doesn't really show the real devastation brought by the new circumstances, but it could be a starting point for the mind of the reader, that can start thinking about these things by themselves as they read the author's work and get their own ideas out of it in the process.

So we aren't really shown how the kids dealt with the war's events in the aftermath, but honestly...

From their eyes full of tears as they looked at Midnight's corpse, the devastated glance Ochako gave to the desolate battlefield, and their matured faces as they decided to trick Endeavor into going to UA and their resolve to find Midoriya, I have deduced this: the trauma didn't go away suddenly after the battle. It is a thing they are still carrying with them: they have gotten stronger and more mature, even though they didn't do so in the best way, and they are looking at things with new eyes. It isn't a good situation, they certainly don't like it, and the loss of their teacher could be something thay still have on their minds., but they have managed to hold on, and by doing so they are showing to their traumatized selves and to the reader that they want their resolve to fix things to be stronger than what's dragging them down, since the people they love and the civilians are hoping for a better future.

But, then again, this is how I see it. You are perfectly free to disagree.

I really think this was a much deserved chapter for the class: they are smiling together, and talking with Midoriya.

I can only hope that, once it is all over, they will get to have moments like this again, and that even when they become heroes they won't lose sight of each other, and keep being a team.

The team that rises, bringing forth a new generation of Heroes.

#bnha #bnha 327 #bnha manga #bnha manga spoilers #SPOILERS #SCROLL PAST IF YOU DON'T WANNA SEE I BEG OF YOUUUU

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cyhyr · 3 years

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Whumpmas In July: "I Can't"

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: E

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka; Mizuki/Umino Iruka

WC: ~4990

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Notes: Deception, Drugging, Prison Break, Dissociation, Rough Oral Sex, Conditioning, Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Character Death, Triggers, Hair-pulling, Violence, Kidnapping

A/N: This story follows a Non-Linear Narrative, for the most part.

A sequel to “Secret”

For @whumpmasinjuly prompt list

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The day Umino Iruka walked into the clinic seeking therapy was the day Rikona changed her plans to fit her new narrative. Sure, she’d been next and available to take patients, standing right at the check-in desk as he filled out his paperwork; and normally, there was a day or two in-between registration and the first session, just so the team of psychiatrists and therapists could best review the potential case and match the best team with the patient. But none of that mattered. She was going to take Umino Iruka, and as soon as he finished filing his intake forms, she took the thin folder right out of Aiko’s hands.

“Right this way, Umino-sensei.”

“I prefer to be addressed with my given name,” he said on the walk to her office.

“Of course, Iruka-sensei. I’m Rikona.”

It’s so simple to establish a baseline with Umino. He wants to tell someone about his story, he wants to get better, but he doesn’t have the words for it and he doesn't know how to get there. She gently prompts him along, learning his past and keeping him from dissociating—she finds out in the first session that good is not a word Iruka can hear in certain contexts. She discovers trauma hidden in every corner of his life, coloring every interaction he’s had since he was eleven. She hears about Naruto and how Iruka’s as good as adopted him, even if the village won’t let it be official; and about Kakashi, the partner who suggested Iruka seek out counseling, yet forgoes his own mental health.

Really, it’s not hard to understand him.

So they have a couple of sessions and it’s working well. She’s getting to know him, while at the same time getting him to trust her and tell her more about his story.

But after only a few sessions, he is captured and tortured and she has to make a hospital visit when he's inevitably brought home—by none other than Hatake Kakashi. And of course, Hatake doesn’t leave his side throughout the hospital stay except for required psychiatric consults. Umino comes out the other side of his captivity with minor injuries and almost no backslide on his mental health progress.

Rikona gives herself much of the credit for that. To Hatake, she initially gives a modicum of a nod; he’s certainly present.

Iruka trips for the third time in almost as many minutes, and puts a palm to his temple. “Rikona-sensei, is there somewhere I can sit down for a moment?”

She looks back at him, brows raised. “Another dizzy spell?”

He nods.

Rikona leads him to a bench and lets him sit, guiding his head to rest in his palms, his elbows braced on his thighs. She had said that they were going to go straight to the Hokage Tower, but the hospital never felt this far away before. It feels like he’s been walking for over an hour.

“How much longer to the Tower?” he asks.

“Not too much,” she says. “Ten minutes.”

That. That doesn't sound right. The hospital is only a fifteen minute walk from the Tower. Why have they been walking for so long?

He lifts his head and looks around, but the wooded park they’re in looks like any other in Konoha. “Rikona-sensei, why are we in a park?”

“You asked for a little time to make sure the medication I gave you is in full effect before speaking to Tsunade-sama,” Rikona answers quickly. “Do you not remember?”

The world is still spinning. He carefully shakes his head before putting his head back down. “Are these dizzy spells also a side-effect?”

“Unfortunately, yes. You may have to just power through them.”

Iruka groans. “Okay, let’s keep going, then.”

Rikona offers her hand to help him stand, and her elbow to keep him steady as they walk.

The trees go by.

The sounds of the village fade away.

And then they find out that the Sato event traumatized Hatake. And honestly? She kept her cool in the meeting, but that night when she’s home, she has herself a good laugh. The man went and got himself traumatized over someone who he’s been manipulating for months, if not years? She’s not heard of a successful Reverse Stockholm syndrome; it’s hilarious.

But she also harbors a deep-set anger because it was under Hatake’s watch that Umino went and took that mission—he’s not an active field agent, shouldn’t be in the field, it should have never happened. It was under Hatake’s watch that the Sato incident occurred.

And then Umino talks about moving. And Rikona knows. This is the time. He’s asking for her advice, blushing as he talks about someday asking Hatake to move in together. But Hatake’s influence has been nothing positive and she knows exactly who Umino should be seeing instead.

She knows because she’s been covering for his usual therapist for over seven months and she’s a professional. She knows how to recognize abusers, manipulators. She can form an emotional connection with a carrot if it needs therapy—she’s good.

So when Mizuki tells her about his old boyfriend, this wonderful man he misses so dearly, who has never once visited him in prison; Rikona resolves to be the one to help this man, her patient, receive closure at the least—or reunite long lost lovers at best.

She knows she’s making the right decision. She knows Mizuki is good for Iruka. She knows because when she told him about what happened to Umino, she could hear his heart break.

“That’s why I never let Iruka take missions without me, see? Because I knew things like this could happen, and I care about him—Rikona, I care so very much—I could never have forgiven myself if something like this had happened to him while we were together.”

And no one can fake that tone, those heart-wrenching sobs, the tears, oh gods the tears.

Together they make a plan. And she’s so happy to help him, so happy that she’s essential to his reunion with Umino. Mizuki says it himself; without her, the plan could never be implemented. She even lets him write the first letter, so Umino can hear his words straight from his own hand.

And on her way out of the prison that day, she grabs a few forms, and some extra envelopes, and if one happens to be a request for a conjugal visit, well… Mizuki’s been alone for so long. The least Umino can do is reconsider.

...

(She didn’t know what that first letter said until Iruka-sensei brought it to her office, feeling like he could dissociate at any moment and experiencing a moderate anxiety attack. When she read it, she felt a sting of doubt, like maybe Mizuki wasn’t how she’d diagnosed him. But then she remembers Hatake, and how Mizuki says he changes things to fit his stories; and she realizes that this note must have been tampered with before it reached Iruka-sensei.)

The prison break for one goes like this.

It starts seven months prior, with the head psychiatrist for the hospital getting swamped with paperwork and a sudden flood of new patients, and it’s only her, Rikona, and one other therapist working the clinic lately. Tomi-sensei asks—practically begs—Rikona to take her prison shift on Fridays, that they’ll shut down the clinic except for emergencies. It’s only until further notice, only until Tomi-sensei can hire another psychiatrist, or at least another therapist.

When Rikona gets to the prison, the guard is wary at first—she'd already been there that week—but after a quick explanation he waves her through. She's been treating inmates in the East Wing for months prior, so she knows her way through security. But Tomi-sensei treats inmates in the West Wing. Three inmates, specifically.

The first she sees for an hour and a half. The first half hour is talk therapy, the last hour she oversees his electroconvulsive therapy. The second receives a cocktail of anti-psychotics, mood stabilizers, a tranquilizer, and extra medicine to help with the side-effects of all these. Then, Rikona sits with them and talks for an hour. After that, she breaks for lunch. Finally, the third inmate of the West Wing; who receives one large dose of a mood stabilizer, and two hours of therapy.

Two hours a week, for seven months. Sometimes she stays later if the story he’s telling is particularly riveting, and she thinks that his telling of the story will help him.

But at the end of the day, she signs off on all three patients, carefully writing Tomi-sensei’s name in place of her own. Tomi trusts her judgement, and her conscience is clear. All three patients are steadily improving, some at slower paces, but improvement nonetheless. Rikona bills the hours in her own name, though; Tomi can take the credit for their health, but she needs to pay her mortgage.

So it’s easy to check out one of the East Wing prisoners for electroconvulsive therapy that Monday when she heads in. And she’s been working in the prison for years, so security knows her, and the East Wing prisoners are minimum security risks anyway—Rikona, thin and small as she is, picks an old woman to lead to therapy. And if the room for electroconvulsive therapy is in the West Wing, well security knows that Rikona knows her way around there, too.

The old woman is feeble, slow, gentle. The prison system broke her years ago. The poor thing doesn’t need to be shocked into submission. That’s not why Rikona brought her along.

There’s a seal she knows—the only advanced bit of chakra use she ever learned, before she determined that the shinobi way wasn’t her way—which can render a person invisible for a short time. She knows that the loss of his ability to mold chakra is very hard on Mizuki, and so when she leads the old woman into his cell and gives him the premade seal, she returns the grin he gives her.

“It’s time,” she says.

“You have him?”

“He’s all yours, Mizuki. You just have to promise to be careful. Whatever’s been done, he’s—”

“Rikona-sensei, I could never hurt him.” She presses the tag to his chest and he disappears.

She closes the door to the cell, leaving the woman in there alone, and walks away.

Confidently, she strides through the halls of the prison. She waves to the security personnel she knows. And then she gets back to the woman’s cell, and pushes another tag onto it—one to keep the door locked for good. They won’t be realizing that she’s gone for hours, if not days. They only use the flap at the bottom of the door to push her meals inside, and the tag leaves that part alone, she makes sure of it.

She toes it, just a little, just to be sure. It sways.

Rikona walks out the front doors, Mizuki a silent, invisible presence behind her.

Does she feel bad for lying to her client?

Gods, yes.

But it’s for his own good.

Hatake is a terrible, manipulative elitist. He doesn’t deserve someone like Iruka-sensei.

They’re five minutes from her home, a wooden cabin she maintains deep in the forests outside of the village. It’s there that the medication takes full effect and Iruka-sensei collapses. She’s so much smaller than him, and he’s heavier than he looks, but she pulls him onto her back and drags his feet along the ground and up the stone steps and into the house.

She’s careful, laying him down on the rug in front of the fireplace. It’s warm, so she doesn’t feel the need to start a fire. He’ll stay unconscious for a few hours, just until after sunset. She puts a blanket within reach, just in case he wakes up before they get back.

And then she leaves to collect Mizuki.

Kakashi doesn’t know how to explain it.

But something’s wrong.

There’s an odd scent in the air.

He had been heading to Iruka’s house, but he sighs and turns around to head back to the Tower. He’s still not going to take that mission, but he needs to talk to Tsunade.

Rikona watches as Mizuki strokes Iruka’s face tenderly. She’s making dinner in the kitchen and they’re laying side-by-side on the rug in front of the fireplace, now lit and warming the cabin. Her heart swells to see them together again after all this time, and she hopes that Hatake hasn’t poisoned Iruka-sensei’s memories so much that he can’t remember the good times he had with Mizuki.

They look good together.

Iruka-sensei hasn’t woken up yet, but she checked his vitals when they came back and he’s coming back to himself. They had pulled his vest and weapons off of him and set them on the couch once they got back, so he could lay more comfortably. He should wake any minute.

“A bad feeling?”

“A bad scent.”

“Like an intruder?”

“I don’t know. Very likely.”

Tsunade steeples her fingers. “Track it. Do not engage. Report back.”

Kakashi nods and turns to leave.

“It could be Akatsuki,” she warns. “Be careful.”

Kakashi is gone as soon as she finishes her sentence.

This isn’t what she wanted. She didn’t want to be a part of this. This isn’t love.

Rikona can’t believe she was so thoroughly duped.

The pack at large doesn’t know the scent he’s trying to convey to them. All he can say to describe it is wrong and bad and that can describe any fucker who hits their partner or child, or any stall vendor who deliberately raises their prices for a certain kind of person, or—

“The ripe, rancid one?” Pakkun asks, growling.

And those are the words he’s been searching for, yes. The rest of the pack catches that same scent and readies themselves.

“That’s the one. What is it?”

“That’s the prisoner Iruka-Boss fought a while back, when the prison had that major breakout.”

Kakashi’s stomach flips and his spine chills.

Mizuki.

“You’re awake.”

Mizuki puts his hand over Iruka’s mouth to keep him from crying out, leans over and whispers in his ear, “You could never get away from me, don’t start trying now.” The tears glistening in the corners of his eyes shimmer in the firelight and he looks beautiful when he cries. Mizuki dips his head and kisses Iruka’s neck, relishing the whimper he receives.

He removes his hand, knowing he has Iruka’s obedience.

“You’re not real,” he mutters. “This isn’t real. It’s-It’s a side-effect. Of the m-medication.”

“Oh, baby, this isn’t a dream,” Mizuki lifts himself to hover over Iruka, pressing the length of his body along the tan one on the floor. “I’m here. I’m here to stay.” He shoves his knees in-between Iruka’s thighs and rolls his hips. “Hmm, missed this. Missed you. Did you miss me, too, baby?”

“Get off,” Iruka hisses.

Mizuki grins and presses his teeth to Iruka’s neck. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Kakashi sends half of the pack to find Iruka, and the rest follow Mizuki’s scent.

He goes to the prison; he needs to check himself. He needs Pakkun to be wrong.

The security personnel confirm that prisoner 834-769 is in his cell. Been there all morning. There’s no log of him being taken out. Kakashi doesn’t growl, but asks if someone can go down to the cell and give him visual confirmation.

“Chakra confirmation is sufficient when there’s no cause for alarm,” he’s told.

Chakra confirmation???

“The fucker has no ability to mold chakra! And there is cause for alarm,” he grits through his teeth. “My pack caught his scent outside. I need visual confirmation of his presence in his cell now.”

Security at least pretends to take him seriously. They send a team down to the West Wing and Kakashi considers following them.

And then a bone-chilling howl echoes outside, and Kakashi doesn’t care about visual confirmation. Because the howl is the one that says scent lost and it’s coming from Bull’s half of the pack, the half that’s supposed to find Iruka—

And if they lost his scent—

Kakashi bolts.

Rikona leaves them to reacquaint in the living room. She steps outside. The stew will be alright on its low heat, and the rice still has plenty of time left to steam.

The stars are nice. The moon is waning from full, and she pulls a throw blanket tighter around her shoulders. In the distance, she can hear wolves howling and smiles softly.

It’s such a nice night.

He can’t explain it. He doesn’t stop to try, to tell an ANBU patrol what he’s doing, or to find Gai or anyone else.

The look on the security guard’s face was enough. No one will believe him if he tells them that Mizuki has something to do with Iruka’s disappearance. Hell, no one will likely believe him if he tells them that Iruka’s missing. After the Sato incident—and his reaction afterwards; he can admit that he was being a little overprotective—no one will take him seriously.

Kakashi has to do this by instinct. He has the pack flanking him, leading him along the ripe, rancid scent. They understand without him explaining, thank the gods.

Iruka is pack. This knowledge is as an intrinsic part of him as his family name, as chidori, as his loyalty to Konoha. More than this, the deeper part of him recognizes Iruka as his and recognizes the reciprocal possession Iruka holds on his very being.

Whether he knows it or not, Iruka owns him.

Boss’s Boss, indeed.

Mizuki hears the door shut behind Rikona as she leaves. He puts his mouth over Iruka’s, and when his lips won’t part he pulls on Iruka’s hair knowing that it will force a gasp as well as remind Iruka whose he is. He pushes his tongue into Iruka’s mouth when it opens and rolls his hips faster. With his other hand—the one not busy with the hair—he reaches to his crotch and pulls down the front of his prison pants and frees his dick. He fights with Iruka’s pants, and then lowers those too and eventually grabs both of them together in his fist.

Iruka’s limp. That’s fine. He’s used to working with that.

Iruka winces into their kiss, muttering, “Stop.”

“None of that. You know better.”

Iruka turns away. “I said, stop.”

Mizuki lets go of his own dick and pinches Iruka’s, watching him wince and hold back tears and bite his bottom lip.

“You know I don’t like that word. You don’t get to tell me to stop.” He grabs them both and strokes. “There, isn’t that better?”

“No, please—I can’t—I don’t want—”

Mizuki pulls his hair harder, twists his fist in the strands, and Iruka relaxes and his eyes turn glassy and there he goes. Mizuki grins, bites at Iruka’s mouth, and says, “Beg me to touch you.”

The response comes like the last two and a half years never happened. “Touch me,” Iruka murmurs.

“Tell me you missed me.”

“Missed you, ‘Zuki.”

“Aww, baby. Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel good.”

Kakashi runs through the forest behind the hospital and another sinking feeling hits his belly.

Rikona-sensei was supposed to be in charge of Iruka’s care.

But if Iruka’s missing.

Where’s Rikona-sensei?

“Pakkun.”

“Boss.”

“You know Iruka’s therapist?”

“Yeah. She went this way, too.”

Mizuki took them both. Fuck.

“Want to suck my cock, baby?”

Iruka comes back, just for a moment, just long enough to get the n sound of his answer. Mizuki tugs his hair again—training Iruka to become his personal little slut at the pull of his hair was the most brilliant idea Mizuki had ever had; he pats his own back every day he remembers the time he spent on it. And, damn it took time. Iruka never liked having his hair pulled, so the pain and the sex and his never-ending desire to please Mizuki combined together to make a perfect storm. And it still took months, almost a year, of hair-pulling and ordering Iruka around to condition him into the perfect whore.

And now, thanks to Rikona, he’s got that back.

He pulls himself up to the couch and sits, slides his pants to his thighs, and guides Iruka into position over his cock. There’s still tears on his lashes, and that’s just fucking perfect.

Mizuki’s been using his hand for over a year, and Tsubaki’s cunt before that.

Nothing compares to Iruka’s throat.

“Oh, good boy,” he groans as Iruka slides down over him. It’s tight, hot, wet—perfect—he put so much work into training this slut to take him and blow him right and two years isn’t enough time for Iruka to forget it seems, because he gets to slurping and tonguing and bobbing his head like he never left Mizuki’s legs.

Rikona stops in the doorway, blinking.

Iruka-sensei has dissociated. Mizuki seems to be aware of this, yet isn’t trying to get him to come back. In fact, he’s using Iruka-sensei’s mouth as-as—

She turns and goes back outside, closing the door quietly behind her.

She looks up at the night sky and suddenly the stars don’t feel so relaxing.

“My sweet, good boy, sucking me soo good. Look at you. Right where you belong.”

He remembers what he’s heard about Hatake from Rikona. What a joke. “As if blowing someone else could ever change who owns you.”

Iruka whimpers. Gods that sound fucking drives him crazy.

“Who owns you, baby?”

Iruka pulls off of him, just enough. “You, Mizuki.”

“Fuck, missed this.” He pushes Iruka back down, hits the back of his throat and keeps going. He takes Iruka’s hair in both hands and moves his head for him; Iruka isn’t going fast enough to get him off. This way, though, “You’re mine, baby. So good. Mine, mine, mine—FUCK!”

He shoots down Iruka’s throat.

The first time they did this, Iruka had spat it out. Mizuki made sure he never did that again. He knows that Iruka throws up later, once he comes back to himself; but whatever. Right now, he’s swallowing down Mizuki’s come, his throat working his pulsing cock and it feels great. He pulls back near the end of his orgasm, and lets the last pulses of come splash on Iruka’s lips and chin, watching it drip down his neck.

The tears are falling freely, but Iruka will stay on his knees until Mizuki tells him to get up. Fucking beautiful.

Why would Mizuki take both of them?

It doesn’t make sense.

Iruka, obviously. Mizuki’s had it out for Iruka since they were twelve, if not younger.

But why Rikona-sensei? If nothing else, he should have killed her. They should have found a body.

They still haven’t picked up on Iruka’s scent. There’s a third scent, but it’s muddled and weird and Kakashi can’t place it.

“Boss.”

“Akino.”

“Smoke, up ahead.”

“That’s where they are.”

He knows it in his bones. In his soul. He’d bet his life on it.

… He’s also betting Iruka’s life on it. The pack is already at top speed, but for this last sprint they all push just a little more.

Rikona walks off the porch and down the path. She’s reviewing the last four months of therapy sessions with Iruka-sensei in her head, and the last seven months with Mizuki, wondering where she went wrong. She hugs her arms tight to her body and watches her feet.

Hatake-san is an elitist. A genius, gifted child who advanced through the ranks too quickly and thinks too highly of himself. He’s Friend-Killer Kakashi, known for leaving a teammate for dead, for putting his own fist through the girl who loved him for the sake of a mission. He’s manipulative, and known for reading porn in public, and tampers with his partner’s mail, and-and-and—

She’s reaching.

She knows she’s reaching.

Oh gods, what has she done.

Kakashi watches Rikona stop on the path and begin to shake. He slides out of the tree silently beside her, and says, “Yo, Rikona-sensei.”

She gasps, startled. “Hatake—”

“Where’s Iruka?”

She points to the cabin behind her. “Please, I didn’t know. He lied to me.”

“Hmm?”

“He told me you were bad for him. He told me that he missed Iruka-sensei. He cried when I told him about Sato.” Rikona bites her lip. “How did he fake that? Did he fake that?”

“I’ll deal with you later.”

“I’ll turn myself in.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Kakashi says. He glares at her, exposing the sharingan for full threat. “If he’s hurt, you get hurt.”

“We should go to Water Country,” Mizuki sighs, slipping his dick back into Iruka’s mouth. “They’ve got good clubs out there. I could make a lot of coin selling the use of your throat.”

Iruka’s so far gone, so far down, he doesn’t even react.

“And with the ocean and all, your vomiting won’t be so off-putting each night.”

The door breaks open and a pack of mutts crash through the windows around him. Mizuki pulls out of Iruka’s mouth, reaches in Iruka’s weapon pouch beside him for a kunai. He may not have the ability to mold chakra anymore, but that doesn’t change how well a blade can slice through the delicate life beating in a person’s neck. Mizuki pulls Iruka to his lap and has him cover his body, pressing the kunai under his jaw.

“I wouldn’t,” he warns. Hatake stalks into view, coming around the couch. “I promise, I’ll kill him faster than you or your mutts can get to me.”

One hand on the kunai, the other around Iruka’s waist. He doesn’t even need to keep a hand in his hair now. Iruka’s his.

He put in the time.

He put in the effort.

He built Iruka.

He sneers at Hatake. “You and your mutts can leave.”

“Not without him.”

“Iruka? Tell Hatake to leave.”

“Please leave, Hatake-san.”

Oh, that was good. Like he was slapped, Hatake flinches; just barely, but Mizuki catches it. That was nice. Worth a reward.

“Good boy, baby,” Mizuki purrs. He bites Iruka’s shoulder, relishing the soft whimper.

He’s under. He’s so far under and Kakashi has to be careful or he won’t get Iruka back.

This wasn’t a warning Rikona gave him; that came from Tomi-sensei a few weeks back, when she heard about one of the dissociation episodes he’d experienced during the Sato incident. He can’t trust anything Rikona has ever told him now, but Tomi-sensei never had a hand in Iruka’s care and so is objective.

He motions for the pack to stand down.

“Actually, I changed my mind,” Mizuki says. “Don’t leave. Just stay still.”

He takes the kunai away from Iruka’s neck and aims it at Kakashi.

He won’t hit him; Kakashi’s faster than anything he can throw. This is perfect. This is his chance.

He just has to be careful.

Iruka could still not come back if he’s not careful.

The bite of a blade against his neck is odd, but familiar. The slosh of come in his stomach is uncomfortable, but familiar. The taste of musk and come on his tongue is gross, but familiar.

Mizuki’s rumble against his back is nice and familiar.

Slipping into following Mizuki’s orders is simple. It’s easy.

The pain of his hair being pulled. The claustrophobic sensation of being boxed in as Mizuki hovers over him. Their bodies pressed together. His dick—pain—being stroked alongside Mizuki’s own length. It’s all familiar.

Falling is easy.

He can’t. He can’t handle being there anymore.

And then—

“Don’t move. Just stay still.”

The blade leaves his neck, and Iruka tracks it as Mizuki levels it at—

At—

Kakashi—

“Just sleep, dearest.”

“Please, Iruka, I wanna touch you please.”

“I like asking.”

“Please kiss me.”

“Hello, Love.”

“What do you need?”

“I will always come for you.”

“I will be wherever you want me to be.”

“Hello, Love.”

“Can I use the g-word tonight?”

“Hello, Love.”

And Iruka wakes up.

He reaches for the kunai out in front of him, disarms Mizuki and stands up out of his lap. He fights the vertigo, fights the chills chasing each other down his back and his arms.

He remembers the day he came home to Mizuki and Naruto, and how he put two kunai in him before kicking him out. He remembers the rage, seeing Naruto pull away from Mizuki like hot coals, remembers sending Naruto to hide in his own room because they had been in Naruto’s room; there was still a small blood stain on the floor of that apartment when he left, one he couldn’t clean up in time.

Mizuki can fuck with him all he’d like.

But he can’t fuck with Iruka’s family.

And maybe Mizuki couldn’t hit Kakashi with a kunai if he were point-blank. Maybe a thousand kunai couldn’t hit Kakashi if Mizuki were the one throwing them. It doesn’t matter.

Iruka’s been teaching Anatomy of a Kill and running disarming practicals for years. They can call him soft, and say his humanity is a weakness or a strength. He preaches the Will of Fire and he burns with it; he will protect that which is precious to him.

Naruto.

His own sanity.

Kakashi.

Whether or not it needs protecting, Iruka will be the shield.

He plunges the kunai into Mizuki’s chest, drags it through heart and liver, snapping ribs and muscle tissue as he goes, and settles the blade in Mizuki’s intestines. He stands over Mizuki as the life leaves his chest, gushing red and bloodying Iruka’s hands and clothes.

Mizuki’s eyes are dark with betrayal.

He whispers, “I will always own you.”

And then… and then he’s gone.

And Iruka breathes.

Gods.

I’m… I’m free.

#whumpmasinjuly #i can't #umino iruka #hatake kakashi #kakairu #my writing

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Grieving Ghosts

this was an anon request, and my requests are open!

Main 6 taking care of a grieving mc but then-they realise that they're a ghost and mc is grieving over them.

warnings: death mentions, grieving, angst

here’s your daily dose of angst and sadness, these started as headcanons and then became drabbles bc i got carried away with the idea so oops lol, enjoy these mini fics 👻

-Asra-

-he arrives home from a trip late one afternoon, but now standing in front of the door to the shop he can’t even remember where he went on the trip

-he shakes it off as just him being tired and opens the door, eager to see you again after being away for so long

-he doesn’t see you in the shop even though it should still be opening hours but shrugs it off, maybe you were tired too

-as he makes his way up the stairs to the apartment area you share with him he stops, hearing the sound of loud crying through the door

-this makes him rush up the stairs even faster, throwing the door open to check on you

-he sees you sitting on the bed with your head in your hands sobbing your heart out

-“MC! What’s wrong, are you ok?” he rushes over to your side, immediately putting an arm around you

-he watches as you shiver and look up to glance around the room in confusion

-“I’m right here, please tell me what’s wrong! I’m back now.” Asra’s tone is growing frantic as you continue to cry, not acknowledging his presence

-after a few minutes his brows furrow in confusion and he gets up, “I- I’ll go make some tea for us, then maybe you’ll feel like talking.”

-he turns to the kitchen area, wincing at the view of you now face down on the bed, the pillows only slightly muffling your crying

-a few moments later he turns around to watch you as he waits for the tea to brew and he spots Faust slither her way over to you

-you pick your head up and look at Faust with a look of intense pain on your face as she slithers comfortingly around your arm “Oh Faust, I can’t believe he’s really gone.” she gives you a squeeze and says “Miss him!”

-“Yeah Faust, I miss Asra too.”

-Asra picks up the tea cups to make his way over to you, “I’m right here MC, I’m back from my trip!” he’s still confused, and slightly hurt, that you haven’t said a word to him

-Faust looks up, making direct eye contact with Asra and wiggling in happiness as she slithers over towards him

-“Faust, where are you going?” you call after her

-“Asra!” she says

-“Asra’s not here Faust, he’s dead remember?” you watch in confusion as she twists in circles around a spot on the floor

-Asra nearly drops the tea cups in shock

-“I’m not dead, I’m right here!” he protests, but then he notices that Faust is going right through him, and now that he thinks about it- he feels like he does in the Arcana Realms, a spirit without a body

-“Asra!” Faust says again, this time you really look at where she’s pointed, noticing a slight ripple in the air, a slight change in your aura

-“Faust, is he here?” you ask, not daring to hope, you’d seen his body, been there when he was taken away and buried, attended the lavish funeral Nadia had planned

-“Friend!” Faust makes another circle around Asra’s feet

-“I’m here!” he shouts, taking a step towards you to try to grab your hand but he goes right through you

-you feel the slight push of energy against you and then you can sense him, his spirit is there in the room even if you can’t see him

-“Asra! If you can hear me, know that I’m trying everything I can to bring you back, I’m not letting you go.” you cry, staring at the spot you think might be his face

-he looks around the room and sees books everywhere, many of them the same ones he had used to bring you back

-“I’ll do anything to bring you back.” you say, picking Faust up from her spot on the floor “Anything.”

-He feels a flush of fear mixed with longing, though he wants nothing more than to be reunited with you he’s worried about you pushing the boundaries of magic so far and scared of you dealing with dangerous forces

-But it’s no use, he can’t communicate with you so all he can do is watch and wait and hope that you don’t make a mistake you can’t come back from

-he just wishes he could be there to help you, or even just to comfort you as you cry

-Julian-

-he’s walking down the empty streets of the South End, not another person in sight even though the warm weather usually brings the whole city outside

-although, he doesn’t really know what time it is, the lamps are lit but it could just as easily be 3 in the morning as it could be early evening

-he spots the sign of his favorite tavern up ahead and his face breaks into his signature smirk, he could go for a salty bitters right about now

-when he walks in he notices that the Rowdy Raven is as busy as usual, he greets people as he walks by but nobody responds, he assumes it’s too loud in there, or they’re too drunk already

-“Barkeep! Another drink!” he hears a familiar voice slur loudly from the corner booth, it’s you

-“Oh! MC, fancy seeing you here!” he makes his way over to your table, confident smile firmly in place, “May I join you?”

-the bartender walks over, placing another drink in front of you and gathering the stack of empty cups in front of you

-“Hang in there, MC. You’ll feel better in time.” The bartender says with uncharacteristic gentleness

-when you still haven’t said anything to Julian he decides to just sit down, his smile faltering as you remain silent

-it’s then that he notices you sniffling into your cup, eyes wet with tears

-“Oh no, my dear what’s wrong?” he leans towards you, eyes going wide as he takes in your sorrow filled eyes

-you continue to sip your drink, fighting back tears as you literally drown your sorrows in bitter tasting drinks

-“Darling, what's wrong? Just talk to me, was it something I did?” he tries to disguise the fear in his voice as you continue to stare into your drink or straight through him as if he isn’t there

-Julian grows more and more anxious as you continue to ignore him and he reaches out tentatively to take your hand, freezing as his hand goes straight through yours

-before he has time to think about what just happened the door bangs open and he watches as a fiery redhead and a short older woman barge through the crowd towards the corner booth

-“MC! We’ve been looking for you all night!” Portia sounds angry but her eyes take on a sheen of pity as she regards you sadly slumped over your drink

-“Portia how could he do this to us?” You mutter, not reacting as she slides into the seat next to and Mazelinka sits across from you, next to a very confused Julian

-“I know,” her eyes are flooding with tears now too as she reaches to grab your hand. “That idiot brother, we should’ve known his harebrained scheme wouldn’t work, if only-“

-“He was an idiot, Ilyushka always jumps before he looks.” Mazelinka cuts Portia’s what-ifs off with a stern frown. “But he made his choice, we all have to live with it.”

-Julian has figured out by now that nobody can see him, or touch him, but he still doesn’t know what it means

-“If only I’d done a better job in the trial...” you sigh, reaching for your cup

-the trial... suddenly Julian remembers it all, turning himself in, his plan to meet the hanged man- but clearly it hadn’t worked

-“I’m so sorry.” he moans into his hands, knowing that nobody can hear him, that his loved ones will never know how sorry he is for causing them this pain, his magic mark wasn't powerful enough to raise the dead it seemed

-“No more for you,” Mazelinka says as she grabs the cup out of your hands, “you're coming with us.”

-Portia blinks back tears and nods firmly, “Come on MC, we’re taking you home.”

-“Don’t you want some family time alone?” you hiccup, allowing yourself to be pulled out of the booth by Mazelinka on one side and Portia on the other

-“You’re part of our family, we’re in this together..” Portia gives you a shaky smile, her eyes regaining some of their fire, Mazelinka nods in agreement

-Julian follows slowly behind as they take you back to Mazelinka’s house and tuck you into the bed you’d shared with him not so long ago

-“I’m so sorry!” he says again, his voice breaking as he watches Mazelinka pull Portia into a comforting hug

-“I think he’s here.” you say blearily, you’re really not sure and it might be the alcohol in your system but you feel his presence around you, just a hint of his spirit is there with you

-“Those we love have a habit of sticking around.” Mazelinka says in a tone that makes you feel certain she has experience with this

-“Well if Ilya is here, I hope he knows how STUPID HE IS!” Portia breaks into a shout, causing all of you to laugh. This manages to make Julian smile, a flutter of hope rising despite his best efforts to squash it

-at least you're not alone, you have Portia and Mazelinka and your other friends, and maybe someday you’ll figure out some magic trick to talk to him again so he can have a chance to apologize, but until then he’s resigned to his fate and resolved to stay around to watch over his family

-Nadia-

-this was certainly the strangest dinner Nadia had ever attended, and she’d once been invited to a dinner party at Praetor Vlastomil’s...

-nobody is paying any attention to her, and although as a child she would’ve loved for her family to simply leave her alone for a night, as an adult (and a Countess) she was annoyed

-even Portia seemed to be ignoring her, going so far as to forget her glass when she went around the table to refill everyone’s wine

-and you aeren’t anywhere to be seen, which is highly unusual as you always join Nadia for dinner

-after only a few courses she can’t take it anymore, nobody had even spared a glance in her direction and she’d been passed over every time Portia served the new course

-nobody listened when she protested so she doesn’t bother to say anything as she leaves the dining room, if everyone was going to ignore her then she would simply ignore them back, she’d deal with Portia’s uncharacteristic disrespect later

-she arrives in her room and finds the door to her contemplation tower ajar, which is highly unusual

-she walks in to discover you there, eyes shut in meditation, Chandra perched nearby

-“There you are darling, why weren’t you at dinner?” she asks

-you’re deep into your meditation, it’s the only thing that’s keeping you sane these days as you process your grief

-“I don’t like being ignored,” Nadia takes a step closer to you, normally she wouldn’t want to disrupt your meditation but she’d had quite enough of being ignored today

-a few minutes go by and she sighs, taking a seat next to you and deciding to wait until you’re done meditating

-your eyes open after a while and you take in Chandra perched nearby, walking over to give her a pat on the head

-“Thanks for being here, I know you miss her too.” you say and Chandra hoots sadly

-“Darling?” Nadia’s still trying to get your attention, hurt coloring her voice as she watches you turn away from her

-“Well, come along then Chandra. I already missed dinner but I’d better go greet everyone, we have a funeral to plan.”

-“What on earth are you talking about? Whose funeral?” Nadia questions, reaching a hand out to stop you from leaving the tower

-of course, it goes through you and she watches in confusion as you leave, shutting the door behind you

-she follows, taking in your peculiar clothing which is all black, a color you don’t usually wear

-it isn’t until she sees her entire family, and all of your friends, gathered in the parlor that she understands

-they’re planning her funeral

-she handles this revelation with her usual poise, she doesn’t remember how she got into this... situation... but she’s glad to be able to see everyone she loved again, even if they can’t see her

-she wants to be around for the planning, it’ll be her last event after all- so it has to be perfect

-Muriel-

-he’s out chopping firewood when he sees you step out of the hut, wearing one of his heavy furs to keep out the winter’s chill

-he stays focused on his task, deciding to stay quiet as usual unless you talk to him

-“Come on Inanna, let’s go see him.” you reach down to pat her gently and she follows closely at your heels as you walk into the forest

-Muriel doesn’t find it odd that you haven’t said anything to him, but he’s confused by your words, wondering who the “him” you’re referring to is

-you walk deeper into the forest and he puts down his axe, peering after you

-“Don’t go alone!” He calls after you, “it’s not safe.” but you don’t listen, continuing on your path

-he sets out to follow you, eyebrows furrowing in confusion at your odd behavior, you’ve never ignored him like this before

-the sun is just barely rising as you continue to walk through the forest following your now well-worn path

-you walk this path a couple times a year but this is the earliest you’ve set out, hoping to watch the sunrise with him like you used to do

-the walk lasts about half an hour and by the time you arrive in the clearing the sky is turning pink, the chill in the air lessening slightly

-Muriel is still following behind you, silently wondering what could be so important in this random clearing

-you have your back turned to him as you sit down in the center of the field, Inanna laying down beside you

-Muriel keeps his distance, watching as you begin to pick wildflowers from the field

-you weave them into a flower crown and place it gently on your head, hands reaching for more flowers to make another

-while you’re working you keep up a constant stream of chatter, “I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long, I’ve missed you so much. I’ve been busy at the palace, I know you hated it there but it’s good for me to be around people sometimes...”

-Muriel walks a few steps into the clearing, wondering if you’re talking to him, but you keep your voice so low that he assumes you must be talking to yourself like you sometimes do when you’re focused

-“Here you go, Muri, one for you and one for me. I thought we could watch the sunrise together, it is your birthday after all.” you say, placing the second larger flower crown on the stone in front of you

-it’s been a while since you cried, your grief having settled a bit over the years. most days you could look back on your memories with happiness but it was on days like this that the grief seemed to weep out of you like before

-Muriel can see your sadness and walks uncertainly over to you, you still haven’t said anything to him and he isn’t very good at comforting people but for you he feels the need to try, he can’t watch you cry alone

-he gently kneels down next to you and puts an arm around you tentatively, his eyes searching yours as you stare up at the sunrise

-you shiver as you feel a familiar energy and a hint of myrrh enter your space and Inanna makes a whining noise under her breath, making you smile

-“I know Inanna, I feel him too.”

-it’s then that Muriel looks down and sees the memorial stone in front of you, the carefully constructed flower crown sitting on it

-the stone is covered in various carvings, drawings and writing he recognizes as yours, and even Asra’s, it tells the story of his life

-he remembers then and a small smile settles on his face as he thinks about you coming to visit his grave so often, coming to talk to him even though you know he can’t talk back (and it isn’t like he did that much talking when he was alive either)

-he keeps his arm around you, reaching his other to rest on Inanna, he knows you can’t really feel it but he wants you to feel his presence there in whatever way you can

-just as you watch over him, he’ll watch over you, even in death

-Portia-

-she’s been following you around the palace all morning trying to get your attention

-you were always surrounded by other people, including various royals and public figures, so she hadn’t wanted to yell your name or just drag you out of a room

-but at this point she’s getting frustrated and when you leave the dining room at lunch to walk back to your guest room she follows after, shouting your name

-when you continue to ignore her, not even turning around once, her annoyance turns to anger

-she marches into your room after you, grabbing your shoulder “What is your problem, MC? I’ve been trying to talk to you all day and you’re just going to keep ignoring me?” she’s so angry she doesn’t even notice that her hand isn’t actually touching you

-you sit down on the bed, tired after a morning of meetings and a lunch with the Prakran royal family, all you wanted to do was cry and then maybe take a nap

-Nadia thought distraction would be a good thing for you at the moment, and you had agreed, jumping in to help with her plans to renovate the city

-Your other friends were all helping too and Julian especially had jumped at the chance for a distraction, you were both grieving after all

-now alone in your room the tears come and you give in to them, not noticing Portia angrily stomping around the room still trying to talk to you

-she stops when she notices you crying, her anger fizzling out as quickly as it had come

-“Oh, oh no I’m sorry! I was just upset that you were ignoring me, I didn’t mean to make you cry!” she flies to your side, sitting next to you on the bed

-when you still don’t react she just assumes you want space and gets up to leave, “I’ll just leave you be then, if you don’t want to talk. I’ll be in my cottage if you want to find me later.”

-before she can leave the door opens and Asra pops his head in, taking in your crying form with a frown

-he enters the room without saying anything to Portia and she’s about to be angry again when she notices him look back towards her with a puzzled look on his face

-“MC, I’m here.” He pulls you into a hug, letting you cry as he holds you, but his eyes stay trained on the spot by the door where Portia is standing with mouth open in confusion

-“Can you see me?” She says and Asra cocks his head to the side as if listening for something

-“I don’t mean to alarm you MC, but I think Portia’s here.” he says, releasing you to walk towards the door.

-“I’m right here! What’s going on?” Portia frowns, still confused

-“She can’t be Asra, she’s gone. You saw her.” You watch him in question as he reaches a hand out to the air

-Portia grabs the hand, the past few weeks coming back to her in a flash as she realizes suddenly why nobody can seem to see or hear her

-her hand goes through Asra’s but he smiles, “There you are, we’ll find a way to help you communicate”

-“Portia?” You stand up to join Asra, not believing that Portia could really be there

-“I’m right here!” you don’t hear her, but as you reach your hand out you feel a wave of emotions that are not your own wash over you, confusion, fear, and hope

-“Portia!” you can tell its her

-“Let’s go to the fountain” Asra suggests “maybe we can contact her in a way she can respond to.”

-for the first time in weeks you feel hope too, you’d missed Portia so much and couldn’t help but blame yourself for what happened, now you might have a chance to make things right

-Lucio-

-Lucio is normally a pretty light sleeper, years of battle reflexes mean that he can be up at a moment’s notice, and when you start talking in your sleep he wakes up instantly- not even sure when the two of you had gone to sleep

-“Lucio” you say, turning over in your sleep, clearly having some sort of dream

-he looks over when you call his name but realizes quickly that you’re still asleep, he grins and decides to listen more, wondering if you’ll say anything else about him in your sleep

-“Lucio, NO!” your voice raising in fear, it’s clearly a nightmare you’re having and Lucio wipes the smile off his face and reaches out to wake you

-you shoot up, hand flying to the shoulder Lucio’s holding but seeing nothing there

-you catch your breath, still reeling from the nightmare, and hear the telltale sounds of Mercedes and Melchior walking over to your side of the bed

-you reach over the side of the bed to pet each of them, glad for their comfort and presence

-“Were you having a nightmare?” Lucio asks, only slightly annoyed that you’d reached for the dogs before him

-“It’s ok,” you say soothingly as the dogs both whine in unison, you know Lucio would have hated it if he were here but you allow the dogs to jump up on the bed next to you

-“Hey! Don’t let them up here, they’ll rip the silk! We’ve talked about this!” Lucio says in a huff, his concern for your nightmare gone in a flash

-“I know,” you continue to pet the dogs who have settled in against your side, “I miss him too.”

-“Wait” Lucio groans, testing his hand against your arm and watching as it passes through your skin with no resistance, “NOT AGAIN!” if anyone could hear him, the whole palace would’ve awoken at his yell

-he knows why he feels so weird now, he’s a ghost again

-he gets up from the bed and immediately goes to the full length mirror next to the door, breathing a sigh of relief when he sees his human form before him

-“At least I’m handsome this time” he sighs, his eyes going back to where you sit on the bed still talking to the dogs “but I was really enjoying being alive..”

-“We’ll bring him back.” you’re saying, and Lucio’s ears perk up as he takes a step closer to hear you better

-“If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Lucio, it’s that death can’t hold him. We’ll get him back” you say, determined “Maybe death will get tired of his complaining and they’ll send him back.” you joke

-“Hey! This is no joking matter, focus on the bringing me back part.” Lucio says indignantly “And hurry!”

-even though he knows you can’t hear him, he whispers the next words “I miss you.”

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana headcanons #the arcana fic #asra #julian #julian devorak #nadia #nadia satrinava #muriel #portia #portia devorak #count lucio #lucio #im sorry this got so sad lol i couldnt help it...

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99. “I fell in love with you, not them.” Please. 😍

Thank you so much for the dialogue prompt, my dear! I hope you like it!!

Jon watches his new bride gracefully twirl about the hall in the arms of yet another man, some popinjay knight from the Vale who smells more like a flower than a man.

The one before him had been a loquacious young Northern lord who’d been reduced to stammers for the entirety of the dance they’d shared. Jon can’t blame him. He doesn’t know what to say to her either sometimes, especially when she’s dressed in that particular shade of blue, a touch darker than her eyes, and so breathtakingly lovely that it makes his heart ache.

Her auburn hair is unbound and sways with each deliberate step of the dance. She looks over her shoulder at him more than once to see if he’s watching her, over those shoulders which are pale and soft with a handful of fading freckles upon them.

He gives her a nod and the best smile he can muster. He’s always watching her…as well as a man with only one working eye can manage. He buries a sigh and tries to look attentive as the other dancers whirl past. He will not bring her down tonight with his melancholy. It’s more than enough that she’s bound to him for the length of their lives already.

You would think you march to another battle in an hour instead of to your bedding.

The thought of possibly bedding Sansa has him gulping for breath and holding out his tankard to a passing servant. “Another,” he says gruffly as he fiddles with his bandage.

The loss of sight in one eye seemed a small price to pay for the destruction of the Others at the time. He’s never spent much time thinking on his looks and never expected to have a wife, certainly not a wife as beautiful as his. Sansa says he looks perfectly fine to her. Somedays, he believes her and doesn’t even bother with the bandage.

But the scar and whiteish-looking eye are not pleasing to look at, nowhere near as pleasing looking as the young man dancing with his wife right now, so tonight, the king wears his bandage and sits alone at the head table.

The servant refills his ale. Jon nods his thanks and attempts to drink away the sting of watching Sansa happily dancing with other men whist he sits here being mumpish. She is only being a courteous hostess. And, his clever queen knows perfectly well how to cultivate good relations with their bannermen and the men that fought and bled with Jon. Sulking in a corner by oneself isn’t how it’s done.

He does not begrudge Sansa her enjoyment of the dance. His wife is young and the malicious threat that has loomed for so long is gone. There has been a period for mourning but tonight, that thrill of having survived, having overcome seemingly overwhelming odds fills nearly everyone present save for a few determinedly dour grey beards and their king.

Watching Sansa move, Jon wishes he could feel lighter than air as she appears to be. Part of it’s a performance, he knows, but she is also resolved to cast aside their darker hours and focus on the future. Meanwhile, he feels like he’s three times her age rather than three years older tonight.

The knight leans in, whispering something in her ear. Jon’s burned hand clenches beneath the table. Sansa pulls away from the knight’s whispering but keeps dancing, only staying half a step farther back than before.

Because of him Sansa’s admirers will always be kept at arm’s length even if she might long for it to be otherwise. She’s far too mindful of duty to allow any personal attachment to lead her astray.

And, now she’s trapped in another arranged marriage.

She’ll be an admirable queen but he hopes she will not come to regret this decision after circumstances have brought about a marriage between himself and his fair cousin.

It’s quite odd considering they grew up thinking themselves siblings. Half-siblings, Sansa would’ve corrected.

They’d never been terribly close growing up and, since they’ve reunited, it’s been difficult for Jon to keep the lines between sibling affections and something else from blurring. Whether that’s a result of him coming back from the dead different or the years of war and betrayals that have left him broken, taciturn and withdrawn, he will never speak of it aloud since his wife is unlikely to ever love him the way he loves her.

They will do their duty to make this marriage work though. They’ll wade their way through it like an unfamiliar dance and he hopes he can keep her from regretting it too keenly in time. He’ll give her children to love if she’ll allow him that intimacy of making them. Together, they’ll serve their people and raise a family. She might even find it in her heart someday to...

“Are you going to sit there drinking all night or are you going to dance with me at least once?”

Startled by her unexpected presence, he quickly rises in an attempt to pull back her chair. In his haste though, he knocks over his tankard and he’s immediately cursing under his breath. He was not always so clumsy. Is the eye to blame or the nerves that assail him like a green boy’s?

“I’m…sorry.”

A bevy of servants have already descended, wiping off the table and his chair and putting things to rights again though the rushes at his feet are damp still.

He feels her hand reaching for his. “It’s alright, Jon. We can just sit here if you prefer.”

“You prefer dancing.”

“I do but I’d rather be with you whatever we do.”

“Why?” he cannot stop himself from blurting out. She blanches at his words and tone. Gods, he’s so hopeless as a bridegroom. “Sorry. I meant, why would you wish to sit with me when you could be enjoying yourself and…”

“Do you not know?” she asks, gently now. “If our roles were reversed and I was sitting and you were dancing, would you come and sit with me?”

“Always, Sansa.”

His admittance makes her smile and her eyes are beseeching him to understand what his heart is afraid to believe. “Then, why would you be surprised that I should choose to be with you?”

“Because I…because you’re…but you liked dancing with those other men.”

She laughs softly. “I do. I still like you more.”

“You like me more,” he repeats before nodding towards the dandy from the Vale. “He was whispering in your ear. What did he say?”

“Things he shouldn’t say to a married woman.”

“He likes you,” he huffs quietly. “He wants you.”

“Maybe so but he doesn’t love me and I do not love him.”

“Is there someone here you could love, my lady? An idiot who’s sitting here with ale on his breeches when he could’ve been dancing with you for instance? A man who loves you and has been watching you dance with other men the past half hour feeling sorry for himself? Could you ever love a man like that?”

His heart is beating so hard by the time he gets that all out. He’s nearly breathless as he waits for an answer.

“I could. Why do you think I came over here?” she asks with an endearing grin.

Soon after, King Jon leads his lady through a dance. Everyone pauses to watch the newlyweds and he’s very cognizant of it. Sansa whispers for him to pay them no heed and he tries not to. He’s not very practiced at this sort of dancing but no one seems to pay much mind with the ale running so freely. He prays he doesn’t crush her toes any.

The next dance finds them surrounded by other couples and he’s no longer focusing on his missteps so much as the beauty in his arms who sighs contentedly as he holds her.

Later that night after they’ve practiced another sort of dance together for the first time, his fears and regrets are no more than distant memories when Sansa tells him, “You needn’t worry over dances I share with other men, Jon. I fell in love with you, not them.”

#jonsa fanfic #vivilove-jonsa fic #jonsa #dialogue prompt

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Fic “Behind the Scenes” - Alex Rider

Trying to dip my toes back into writing, so I thought I’d ramble about some fics I’ve already written! This started off as ranting about my title choice and how they’re usually Final Fantasy XIV songs I butcher in order to forcibly fit the fic, but it expanded into musings about things that didn’t make the cut into the final fic, and potential sequels/things that happen down the line.

Just doing Alex Rider fics for now since that’s my current active fandom, but drop me an ask if there are any fics you’re especially interested in from any fandom!

Starting off with: Time (2368 words, gen, Alex & Yassen focused) aka my untagged Inception-flavoured AU where the plot twist was that it was a dream all along That said, this title was probably one of the easiest to come up with and was obviously from the main theme of Inception, Time! Which is fantastic like the whole movie aaaa i love Inception AUs and this fic is probably the one I’m most likely to expand into longfic if I dredge up the motivation from somewhere. It would be a mission style fic, possibly a heist, where Alex and Yassen are seemingly working together in order to steal some valuable intel from another group. Of course, it’s all a dream! Through copious dream symbolism and mind fuckery the real mission was set up by MI6 for Alex to extract intel from Yassen, who by this point is steadily losing his grip on dreams and reality after months, possibly years, spent under sedation.

Yassen has a few tricks up his sleeve, though. He’s aware that he’s (probably) dreaming and he can see the fractures in Alex’s resolve after such a long time of being used and manipulated by MI6. It would only take a little nudge to get Alex to defect -- or, at the very least, to escape.

So while Alex is busy trying to extract information from Yassen, Yassen is trying to do the opposite: inception.

The rest below cut for length and also because they’re nsfw since most of my writing was for the kink meme! Warning for general fucked-upness and unhealthy relationships

at the end, on a dusty road (8154 words, Yassen/Alex) aka the reputation sabotage fic, aka where’s part 3b?!

Title from Origa’s Polyushka Polye:

The wind scatters your brave songs Across the green field. Songs of the past, Leaving them alone with your glory, And right at the end, on a dusty road…

i just wanted something wistful and Russian about past soldiers and fading glory ok....... I came pretty close to titling the fic leaving them alone with your past glory but decided it didn’t make much sense out of context.

ANYWAY my first Yalex fic! Very much inspired by a hodgepodge of comments on Discord about how MI6 would react if they ever saw Yassen paying Alex visits in the middle of the night - “Could they be exchanging information?” “The whole night? Maybe the answer is something more obvious...”

ANYWAY the ending at the moment is pretty open - there’s two main ways I see it going:

1) Yassen comes back shortly afterwards, realises he had fucked up colossally, stays and helps Alex rebuild even though Alex (very justifiably) no longer trusts him. Very slow reconciliation and healing but ultimately happy ending.

2) aka the one where I broke Nanibun’s shipper heart over Discord: Alex and Yassen eventually reunite, but it isn’t until years later, when Alex is nearing middle age and Yassen has faded into obscurity. Alex managed to pick up the pieces of his life and even moved on properly from MI6, and now lives a fulfilling life. Married, 2.5 kids, white picket fence, the whole lot. So what if his marriage is more for partnership than for love? He’s content with the direction his life had taken and has strong ties to his community. He even managed to forgive Yassen, even though it took him a long time.

He and Yassen meet for the last time in a sunlit cafe in spring. Alex looks at Yassen and sees only a stranger with lines crinkling under his eyes.Yassen is getting old, he realizes. He thinks he should be happy that Yassen even had the chance to get old, but all he feels is relief that their paths had diverged. Alex is done with that life and he can never trust Yassen again. All that old passion had burned away to nothing, not even a flickering flame. Even though the initial parting had been painful, Alex had managed to find peace long ago, and he hopes Yassen will be able to do the same. But it's a distant, unemotional hope, the sort of hope you'd have for a distant acquaintance you haven't seen in years. The type of well wishes that are etiquette more than actual sentiment.

He's glad when their drinks are finished and Yassen melts away into the chattering springtime crowd, one final dangling chapter of his life closed at last.

...............or, 3) Alex throws himself into increasingly dangerous situations in an attempt to feel something and dies young.

(part 3b is coming someday i swear! it’s the alternate path where Yassen has second thoughts, tells Alex the truth, and doesn’t send the sex tape to MI6)

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Lemniscate (3562 words, Julia Rothman/Yassen) Not a whole lot to say about this one, except after I finished I realised it was really similar to another fic I previously wrote which also involved a young man desperate to reinvent himself completely being taken advantage of by his superior............ i have a Type

Title - I was jamming out to Locus while writing this which is a song all about an inability to escape from cycles - When fighting back right out of this system/Means falling back right into this space ; When falling back is better than simply/Falling back into pieces again - but it was long and unwieldy so I thought about shortening it to Moebius but that was a bit overdone... In the end I settled with Lemniscate which is also an infinity symbol, Moebius-like shape. Mostly it’s a reference to how Yassen never quite breaks free of his “cycle” even though he’s with Scorpia now - he was Sharkovsky’s slave and bedwarmer and...now he plays basically the same role for Julia Rothman. (Just with a bit more murder and moral erosion!)

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This probably needs a special content warning - major character death (gun suicide from the second Russian roulette scene), gore, necrophilia

closing the circle (3650 words, John Rider & Yassen) aka is it still a gen fic if there’s offscreen necrophilia?

This was originally written for a kink meme prompt for corpse mutilation + necrophilia but then the John and Yassen plot thread kind of took over and I never actually ended up writing the gory stuff oops since it was too out of place compared to the rest. So everything below can be considered not “canon” since the fic diverged so heavily from its original plan (which is why the section numbers skip around - I cut out Yassen’s bits). But if you’re curious, here’s the details for what I originally planned to happen to Yassen (well, his corpse) and the Sharkovsky family, copy-pasted straight from my notes and full of as much karma as I could stuff in:

Yassen’s death, Sharkovsky shoves his fingers in the bullet hole and spits on the body in disgust. Yassen regains consciousness halfway through this; he can feel what Sharkovsky is doing

Ivan comes running in, attracted by the sound of the gunshot. Sharkovsky tells him to do what he likes with the body as long as it’s disposed of in the end. Necrophilia scene? Afterwards Ivan disposes of the body by locking it in the cellar alone with the Dalmatian for a few days

Yassen starts getting his revenge. Ivan is the first to go when he comes to let the Dalmatian out – the Dalmatian savages him and tears out his throat before it’s finally shot. Yassen’s bones get buried along with the Dalmatian. Ivan’s body is kept in the cold storage room in the basement where they kept the old food taster’s body while they decide what to do with him.

Maya, Sharkovsky’s wife, is next. She passes away in the middle of the night. Sharkovsky wakes up next to a cooling corpse.

There are whispers that there is some sort of curse. One of the maids talk about finding blood on the carpet of Sharkovsky’s study. She’s the next to disappear. Some other workers stop turning up.

Finally it’s Sharkovsky’s turn. He dies of poison. The dacha burns down that same night.

A Scorpia agent was sent to tie up loose ends (Scorpia didn’t know Sharkovsky is already dead); Yassen kills him too. He has no loyalty to Scorpia and just wants to be left alone.

Hunter is sent to investigate. He and Yassen talk, in the end, Hunter invites Yassen to come with him, Yassen agrees. But when they leave the dacha and Hunter looks back, he finds that Yassen is gone.

And an excerpt:

Yassen is dead. He does not remember dying. There are some things the human mind tries to shield itself from, and the memory of a bullet traveling through bone and brain to erupt on the other side in a shower of gore is one of those things.

Yassen is dead. He had hoped death would mean oblivion. At his most naïve and optimistic, he had hoped death would mean reunion. Happiness. A return to simpler days.

He discovers, instead, that death is not so different from life, except he is even more powerless now than before.

There is a body on the floor of Sharkovsky’s study. Its hair had once been pale white-blond, but now it is matted with coagulating blood. That same blood spreads in a dark pool against the carpet, clotting the fibres together into ugly clumps, stiff and flaking. The fire in the hearth is still burning sullenly. Its light glistens against the grotesque strands of viscera splattered against the ground, the furniture, the wall. A round hole had been punched into the side of the corpse’s head, piercing bone and brain. That was how the man who had once been Yassen Gregorovich had killed himself. The fingers of the corpse remain loosely curled around the old-fashioned revolver that had been the instrument of death.

The only living person in the room rises slowly from his wheelchair. Sharkovsky’s skeletal face is twisted into an ugly grimace of anger. He totters over to the corpse, nudging it with the tip of one polished leather shoe. “Waste of time,” he says coldly. “Ruining a perfectly good carpet, and for what?”

In a sudden fit of temper, he lashes out with a kick. Once, it would have been strong enough to break several ribs (Yassen knows from intimate experience). Now, the corpse merely flops limply to one side. It incenses Sharkovsky further. He drops heavily to his knees, breathing harshly, and backhands the corpse across the face with one shaking hand.

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musicallisto · 4 years

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Hey hope you're doing good! Could I get a Harry Potter (marauders and golden era) ship please? I’m a (straight) 5’7 girl, ENTP, Slytherin and studying English literature, I want to be a writer! I have curly, blonde, shoulder length hair with hazel eyes. I’m very social and can talk to pretty much anyone, and hate being alone. I'm quite hedonistic and stand up for what I believe in, as well as my friends! I love standing out in my fashion, I usually wear long floral dresses, flares, blazers :))

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Sirius Black (Marauders era)

I imagine that at first, and in some twist of irony of life, Regulus would be the one to have a crush on you, not Sirius. You’re in his school year, in his house, he sees you practically in every class, and you’re so gracious and confident, starting up conversations with everyone like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Every time he gets home, the habitual silence in the Black centuries-old manor is Regulus talking about your prowesses with stars in his eyes. It’s not like Sirius talks much with him, but he’s bound to hear it as some point, and your portrait piques his interest. You don’t sound like such a terrible Slytherin. In fact, you sound like an tringuing person... someone he inevitably grows to love, just through his brother’s eyes.

He resolves to woo you, whatever the cost. But he’s seen how much of a loser James is when he’s trying to court Lily, so he obviously won’t go down that route. He’s much more gentle, much less pushy, even if he’s still sure of his charm. He’s Sirius Black, after all. He won’t get cocky with you - he’s too afraid that could drive you away -, but he’s sure you’re bound to give in someday.

And giving in you do, but it takes much longer than Sirius had anticipated. It’s a cat and mouse game that plays out where you’re both too proud to admit you lost, but can feel yourselves slowly slipping in the pits of your doom: you’re both crashing into each other, and it hits you at the most random times. When he first sees you in a new dress, long flowy around your ankles, the cut perfectly complimenting your body, the warm flowers echoing your radiant smile, he’s taken aback for a second, and he realizes that he loves you so much that any other girl in that dress wouldn’t even catch his attention. And when he’s concentrating on studying for an upcoming DADA test, for the first time something that genuinely interests him, you notice how unsuspectingly cute he is when he gets totally immersed in something he loves. You can’t help wishing he would give you that much care. When you’re unashamedly, carelessly being yourselves, it’s hard for the other to keep the self-assured facade. So you give in, at the same time, in a parallel urge, meeting the other halfway.

He often tells you how you should’ve been a Gryffindor. You know it’s a running joke from the way his eyes crinkle when he says that and readies his fingers for a tickle match, but you can’t help wondering if he means that. If he sees a little bit of himself in you as well, a little bit of what he could have been. You just answer that you’re not a Gryffindor, not because the hat said you weren’t, but because you feel in your bones that you are a Slytherin, and that you choose every day to be a Slytherin. A true Slytherin, not like the perversion that runs along your classmates. If anything, it helps Sirius see that some arbitrary verdict given by a decrepit hat can never be a basis for his worth, or for anyone’s, for that matter.

You never knew about Regulus’s passing crush on you, but once you learn, you make sure he’s not bitter about the whole ordeal. Not that you would want to have dinner at the Blacks regularly, but you don’t want things to be awkward between the two of you. He’s not bitter, actually. He tried his hardest, really, but he can’t. He loves his brother too much, much more than he thought he loved you romantically, and he respects and appreciates you too much to lose himself to some disillusion.

Sirius Black (GT era)

Your life shattered in a single night. One second Sirius was playing the piano in the room next to yours, a calm yet somber melody, and the other he was gone through the door. He had heard before you did, he had stormed off before you did, blinded before you were. You knew instantly where he had gone. To Godric’s Hollow, destroyed already by some harmful hope that anything, anything at all could remain of his best friends, of his godson. You waited for him for one entire night. You had to find out the worst way possible - in the newspaper, brought at the first lights of dawn by a distracted owl. “Mass murder. Criminal. Sirius Black. Azkaban.”

No matter how much you tried to, some part of you couldn’t bring itself to move on, to think about anything other than your love in a cell for a crime you were certain he didn’t commit. When you became a writer in the following years, between pamphlets and poems dedicated to spread your message of persistence and rebellion - the Death Eaters are still out, the threat is still here, the Order of the Phoenix will not stand down -, your words would sometimes take the shape of a defense speech, a plea for your lover and his unjust case. You called on everyone who had known him to testify on his behalf. You pleaded the Ministry to issue a second trial, a fair trial, to use Veritaserum, to get him out of here.

Naturally, in such times, it was hard enough being a known Slytherin writer, let alone vouch in favor of a convicted criminal. The Black family were rotten to the core and had always been; it was no surprise that one of them would turn into a murderer, and anyone who associated with the likes of them were equally as rotten. And yet, you didn’t lose hope. One day, Sirius and you would be reunited. You were sure of it.

The first time you saw him, twelve years later, you were working on your next novel in the quiet of your bedroom, after receiving a check-up visit from Remus, the only one who had always, deep down, refused to believe the tale. A rustling in the leaves outside your front door caught your attention. Thinking it was a wounded animal, maybe a raccoon, you unlocked your door and took a few tentative steps outside. In the pitch black night, you could distinguish, clear as day, a familiar black dog. You held back a sob - you had been deceived so many times. But when he turned back, and he embraced you for long minutes, so emaciated and disheveled, you couldn’t doubt anymore, and you let your tears flow.

The Order gets a breath of fresh air in its lungs when Sirius is back. You were two of its most prominent members, so his return and his innocence are a victory worth celebrating. A party is held with all of your friends at 12, Square Grimmaurd, where he’s in hiding now. As usual, you are both the life of the party. Twelve years in Azkaban couldn’t tear the wings of two social butterflies. But Sirius still saves a moment for you and only you, stepping out in the backyard, under a million stars, and extends a hand to you. “We have many dances to catch up on,” he smiles michievously, although you notice a glint of nostalgia in his eyes.

You slow dance under the stars all night long, your heart resting on his. A thousand hours could not make up for all you missed in that time, but it’s a great start.

(I hope you don’t mind that I paired you with the same character in both eras, but because I saw you with Sirius so well and also I love him, and because he’s a character in both eras, I thought I would make this the continuation of the first part.)

#ships #ship #matchup #harry potter #marauders era #sirius black #sirius black x reader #mywriting

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January 27, 2021: The Raid: Redemption (2011)

So, uh...I’ve switched things up a touch. Originally, I was going to do Lindy West’s suggestion today, but...no. No, I need something good to pick me up from yesterday’s disappointment. So, we move from the United States to a country with far, FAR less movies: Indonesia.

The country of over 17,000 islands hasn’t exactly made a lot of films, but their film industry does exist. I might look more into these films someday, but the one film that EVERYBODY recommends is Gareth Evans’ The Raid: Redemption. And no, Gareth isn’t an INdonesian name; it’s a Welsh name for a Welsh director best known for his Indonesian films. Interesting, innit?

See, Evans was hired to direct a film about the Indonesian martial art type, pencak silat. One of the specialists he filmed was Iko Uwais, who was a deliveryman at the time. Together, the two made the movie Merantau in 2009, and it was a big success in Indonesia. So, the two reunited for another film.

And hopefully, that film will leave me more satisfied than The Expendables did. Shall we? SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap

The day begins as a policeman, Rama (Iko Uwais), prays, spars aggressively with a training bag, and says goodbye to his pregnant wife (Fikha Effendi). His father (Henky Solaiman) is also there, and he promises to “get him back.” Don’t know who “him” is, so I’m intrigued.

In a truck, 20 SWAT agents, Rama included, are being briefed on an upcoming raid of a building that would appear to be a crime hotel run by drug lord Tama (Ray Sahetapy). While raids have been attempted before, none have been particularly successful. This time, however, they pledge to take down as many people as humanly possible, and clean up the city of Jakarta as a result.

The agents, led by Jaka (Joe Taslim) and Wayhu (Pierre Gruno), stand below the massive concrete apartment building, and creep their way into it. They split into two groups: one takes out a guard, and goes in through one entrance. The other encounters Gofar (Iang Darmawan), an innocent tenant with a sick wife upstairs. Hothead Bowo grabs and threatens him, before being told off by Rama.

Rama promises to get the man to his wife and apartment safely, and the group goes in. The raid’s begun as they begin arrests of everybody in the building, floor-by-floor. They make it to the sixth floor, where they encounter a child in a hallway. They fail to calm the child down, and he runs to warn a friend...and is then shot in the neck by Wahyu. This movie just killed a kid, guys. Holy shit.

The second kid raises a building-wide alarm, and now EVERYBODY knows that the police are here, including Tama and his two lieutenants, Andi (Donny Alamsyah) and Mad Dog (Yahan Ruihan). And now, all hell breaks loose.

Tama’s reinforcements arrive, and take out the officers RUTHLESSLY. One guy single-handedly takes back the fifth floor, and the SWAT truck is shot up as well. Snipers take out officers on the outside and in windows. And as our remaining officers start to realize this, Tama makes an announcement over the comms, announcing both the SWAT team’s position and free rent in the apartment building for those who take them out. Yeah, they’re FUCKED.

What’s even worse is that nobody knows that this team is there, according to Wahyu, which means that there are no reinforcements coming. Also affirms my suspicions that Wahyu is a SHITTY cop, holy shit. And as I’m thinking that, with all of the men in a dark stairwell…

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HOLY FUCK!!! Tama’s men above, SWAT below, trading gunfire and picking each other off like a close-up trench war! The only light during the fight is from their muzzle fire! This is...amazing, oh my God.

Tama and his guys are watching from cameras all the while, and Tama seems to know Wahyu, and how shitty a cop he is. He gives the order: wipe them out, and destroy any evidence they were here. Nobody will know. Nice one, Wahyu; nice one. The SWAT team narrowly escapes into a room, only to be greeted by gunfire from the outside. Trapped again, Rama comes up with a solution: get to the floor below by chopping through the floor with an axe! FUCK YES.

And the action doesn’t stop there! They get ambushed in that room, and use the axe to defend themselves, as well as fighting and guns. At one point, the criminals come in through the floor above, and a guy catches one in mid-fall, and THROWS HIM THROUGH A WINDOW WHAT

And then, AND FUCKING THEN, they put a tank of compressed flammable gas in an empty fridge, shove it against the door, throw a FUCKING GRENADE IN THERE, AND BLOW THE FRIDGE THROUGH THE GUYS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR

WHOOOOOOOO I’M BACK BABY THIS FUCKIN’ RULES

Tama, frustrated at the damage and loss of his men, sends Andi and Mad Dog to take care of the situation. Meanwhile, a scarce handful of officers are left, including Rama, Bowo, Jaka, Wayhu, Dagu (Eka Rahmadia) (whom I haven’t yet had cause to mention), and about three more officers have survived.

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Rama and Bowo make their way to the 7th floor, where Rama hopes to leave the badly injured Bowo with the tenant from earlier. Rama fights off, just...SO many gang members, allegedly pulling no punches (allegedly because he totally does, if you look at the fights), and eventually makes it to Gofar’s door. Despite his sick wife and reluctance to help, he agrees to take them in. Tama’s men barge in, looking for the men, who are hiding within a hidden wall compartment. And that’s when…

HOLY SHIT THAT WAS FUCKIN’ RAD AS HELL

But Andi, another of Tama’s men, is headed down to take care of this mess. On the elevator down, he TAKES OUT TWO OF HIS COLLEAGUES, WHAT?!? OK, some questions to resolve here, but I’m sure we’ll get to it. Rama leaves to find the others, and immediately gets into another fight. He throws a man down a staircase at one point.

Ow. OW. Just when he’s cornered by sword-boy and more goons, we get yet another Rama hallway fight, this one much more authentic-feeling, damn! And it ends with Rama tackling a dude out of a window, FALLING WITH HIM ONTO A FIRE ESCAPE, AND DIVING INTO ANOTHER APARTMENT LIKE A GODDAMN CHAMPION

And unlike other stereotypical action protagonists, he’s not exactly OK after all this. He stumbles about, hallucinates a little for good measure, and almost passes out until found by...someone he knows. The “him” from earlier perhaps? Iiiiiiinteresting.

Back to the other SWAT agents, finally! Holed up in an apartment, Wayhu writes off Rama and Bowo as dead. Jaka ain’t exactly happy about this comment, or with Wayhu. We now find out that this mission isn’t sanctioned by the police, hence no reinforcements. Additionally, Wayhu may not be on the up-and-up, as it’s implied that he may be a corrupt cop. Jaka, tired of his bullshit, gathers the men to go find their colleagues.

Not that that lasts very long, because Mad Dog ambushes them literally as soon as they open the door. Holding Jaka at gunpoint, he guides him back into the apartment, where the two fight. Oh, and this one’s GOOD. It’s REAL good, holy shit.

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Cool as it is, though, it represents the end for Jaka, and Mad Dog snaps his neck, and he’s gone. Damn. HELL of a fight, though. Mad Dog’s doing well, but how about Andi?

Well, Andi’s the guy who took Rama, and yes, he’s the “him” that Rama mentioned to their father. That’s right, THEIR father, because Andi’s his brother. They bond and catch up, and while they do clearly love each other, they’re also estranged, due to their differing paths in life. But Rama signed up for this mission SPECIFICALLY to get Andi back home, to their father. Andi refuses, and tells Rama to leave before he gets killed. Rama also refuses, not wanting to abandon his colleagues to the gang. And so, they part ways.

We’re down to four now: Rama, Wayhu, Bowo, and Dagu. Rama proposes going for Tama, the location of whom the corrupt Wayhu already knows. Just like how Tama knows that Andi is a traitor, having saved Rama. Tama stabs Andi in the hand, and questions him on who Rama is, and the nature of their relationship. I’m sure it’ll end well for Andi.

Our three remaining non-injured cops take out a drug lab in the building, where we get some more good fight choreography, and the reason that Dagu is here: he’s a pretty goddamn good fighter. And I know I’m breaking records for the number of videos in this one, but their fights are...just stellar.

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Afterwords, Rama finds his brother being used as a human punching bag by Mad Dog. See here’s the thing about Mad Dog; he’s a brawler at heart. While he might use guns to kill or threaten people if he has to, he prefers to use his hands and feet. And now...it’s two on one. This gon’ be güd.

Wayhu and Dagu, meanwhile, corner Tama in his office. Whew, finally, good guys prevail.

AWWWWWWW, DAGU! We hardly knew ye! Literally, I’m not sure you did literally anything the whole movie, except for fight that one time, like 6 minutes ago. Wayhu holds up Tama at gunpoint, ordering him to get them out of there safely.

The fight between Mad Dog and the brothers is still happening, by the way, and it’s still awesome...despite the terrible sound editing during these fights. Yeah, I’ll get there in the Epilogue. This fight, though, is crazy. It’s incredibly difficult to track who exactly has the upper hand throughout, but eventually, Mad Dog reveals that it’s him. He locks Rama in the same stranglehold that killed Jaka...and then...I’m putting this fight in video right here, because the ending is amazing. THE WHOLE FIGHT IS AMAZING

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After that’s all said and done, the brothers escape, and encounter Wayhu and Tama. Wayhu fires upon the brothers, fully turned traitor at this point. Tama tells Wayhu that there isn’t much hope for him anyway, especially as the person who ordered Wayhu to take the hit already told Tama that the raid was going to happen. No, this was never about Tama; Wayhu was the target all along, as they sent him there to die.

Not that it matters, as he kills Tama regardless. Realizing that he doesn’t have much better luck outside of the building at this point, he tries to do the same to himself, only to finally be out of bullets. WHOOF.

It’s over. With Andi’s help, they get evidence against Tama and all of the corrupt cops that he dealt with, retrieve Bowo, and leave the building. Andi stays behind, once again stating that this is where he belongs. The brothers part ways once again.

And THAT...was The Raid: Redemption. GOD. DIGGITY. DAMN. EPILOGUE.

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blissfulnightrain · 4 years

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It’s been a while since I’ve shared any of my writing, hasn’t it?

Here’s a piece I wrote the other day, a canon-compliant fic set in KHII featuring the experiences of Axel and Naminé’s, and how they brought the two of them together.

If you prefer FFN or AO3, it is available there as well!

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Memories of Promises

Words: 1941

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Twilight sky, cotton candy clouds, and Ansem - no, Riku, she had to keep reminding herself - disappeared behind a smoky veil of black and blue.

She was no stranger to the Dark Corridors, having been in them numerous times before. It was thrilling, in a way. They’d been her means of travel with DiZ when they first escaped Castle Oblivion - the first time she’d ever been outside the confines of its labyrinth of white walls. Unbeknownst to her what their ultimate destination was at the time, she daydreamed, bright-eyed, about what they might find on the other side. Would it be some sort of tropical isle? Maybe an arid desert laden with bazaars and the rare oasis? Or perhaps an underwater realm populated with rainbows of fish and all kinds of other sea creatures as far as the eye could see? These were, after all, just a fraction of the many places she’d seen among Sora’s memories.

Naive was just one of the many words she could have used to describe herself. It had been foolish of her to expect great sights, or even think that she was worthy of any sort of adventure with the task she had at hand. The mansion may have been in a different world, but every morning she was still greeted by the same white walls and the same boy whose life she’d stolen a year away from.

She got a taste of what life outside those walls might be like during those last seven days. In a race to finish getting Sora’s memories back intact, she had to get out there, get in touch with Roxas. The virtual Twilight Town was just as beautiful as she imagined the real one was, perpetually bathed in the same reds and yellows of the setting sun that she’d always see illuminating the lawn and broken pillars littering the view from her window. She kept having to remind herself that none of it was real, that Roxas was the only thing that truly existed in that digital realm.

The warmth of his hand in hers when she’d when she reached into the darkness after him…

What looked like pain in his cerulean eyes, when she repeated DiZ’s words, that he was never meant to exist…

...Everything about him was real, genuine, despite what DiZ said.

And he still was, even though his physical form disappeared after he finally rejoined with Sora - like hers would when the inevitable time for her to rejoin her own Other would come, too.

At least, that was what she believed.

But that didn’t appear to matter to DiZ now that Sora was awake again. His memories restored, Naminé’s calling was fulfilled, and he had no need for her anymore. She was useless, only a nuisance now at best. Riku’s mercy was the only thing keeping her alive now. And so, here she was, alone in the Realm of Darkness.

“So, just you and me from here on out, huh?” Alone with Axel.

This wasn’t her first time getting acquainted with the fiery redhead. Their first meeting pre-dated the events at the Castle and the domino effect that occurred thereafter. He had been the captors that held her hostage to do their bidding, who’d convinced her to use her powers to cause the whole mess in the first place. Though, Axel wasn’t quite like the others.

He’d set her free to move about, allowing herself to follow her...whatever the driving force behind her decision-making was. And it was because of him she’d met Sora in the flesh in the first place.

She hadn’t seen Axel since then, so meeting him again now was quite strange. Much had transpired since then, that she was aware of. Restoring Sora’s memories meant she’d had to sift through Roxas's as well, and she’d seen, over the year, how the light and flickering flame of their friendship had grown.

What Axel was feeling now, if anything at all, she couldn’t quite say. His expression was hard to discern; gone was the playful, rather arrogant mask he always wore around the Castle, revealing solemn emerald eyes set above those tear-shaped markings underneath.

“So…” she began rather awkwardly, their words echoing despite the lack of walls or structures in this realm.

“Thank you.”

“Huh?”

“For taking care of him.” He looked up, quickly noticing her puzzled expression. “Of Roxas.”

“Nobody would miss me.” Roxas's back was turned to him, barely visible under the cloak of his Organization uniform and the looming night sky of The World that Never Was. Axel’s face grew wet, but it was the pitter-pattering against the concrete streets that told him that rain had begun to fall.

It was foolish of him to think the sensation hailed from anything otherwise - he would have needed a heart to cry, after all.

He could only stand and watch as his best friend disappeared into the night rain, chasing after the answers he hoped resided in its mist. Answers that Axel already knew, but couldn’t relay himself.

Cowardice was what a Somebody might call it.

“You did the thing I wanted, but couldn’t bring myself to do,” he continued. “Not until it was too late, anyway.” He looked straight into her indigo eyes. “You had the guts to tell him the truth.”

She pushed strands of her wispy blonde hair behind her ear, finding herself needing to take a step back under his rather intense stare. “Only because...it was what he wanted. Even though...” The pained expression in those cerulean eyes flashed in her mind once more. “...it ended up hurting him.”

“He deserved to know.” Axel’s shoulders were slumped, gaze averted. “He deserved to make his own choice in the end.”

“As do we all,” Naminé agreed, clutching her sketchbook close to her chest. A few somber moments passed between them.

“So, you said there was someone you wanted to go see,” Axel inquired, finally breaking the silence. Naminé looked up; gone was the glazed-over haze that clouded his features, replaced by the return of that impish grin he’d always worn around the Castle. The same mischievous look he’d given her the first time he’d let her go free… “Now who might that be?”

Her sketchbook was still turned to the page she’d been glancing at before, seated against the grain of that wooden park bench and under Riku’s watchful gaze. The shadows of the Realm of Darkness now obscured the white space of the canvas that Twilight Town’s setting sun previously illuminated, but the scribbled forms of Sora and Roxas still stood tall, hand in hand, in its center.

“Given the way things are, I think putting my munny on Sora’s a good bet, wouldn’t ya say?” Naminé let out a gasp, only suddenly aware of Axel’s tall, lean frame looming over her.

“We made a promise,” Naminé explained once she’d regained her composure.

“A promise, huh?”

“Yes. But...”

“When I wake up, I’ll find you,” Sora began, standing in front of the pod he didn’t know he’d be spending his next year in. “And then there’ll be no lies. We’re gonna be friends for real. Promise me, Naminé.” She remembered the warmth of his calloused pinky entwined with hers - a physical symbol of that promise, Sora had explained.

She’d smiled then, but that wasn’t the expression she bore on her face now.

“You’re going to forget making that promise,” she’d explained to him. And though he denied it then…

“‘Thank Naminé,” Jiminy chirped, reviewing the memo he’d left behind before he’d been put to sleep along with Sora. Now finally awake, Sora simply stood between Donald and Goofy, the three of them shaking their heads, not a single spark of recognition in any of their eyes.

It had been foolish of her to hope otherwise, and yet the truth still stung. Part of her wondered what might happen if she did go through and reunite with him, but she knew better. If Roxas couldn’t remember Axel, his best friend, while imprisoned in the Data Twilight Town, why would Sora remember her, now an insignificant speck who’d been more of a nuisance than anything in the time he’d known her?

But there was another promise she’d made, one that was already half fulfilled. Roxas had gone back to Sora, whole again, as Naminé had guaranteed. Now, she had to make good on the last half.

“Roxas!” she cried, staving off DiZ’s grasp as he tried to drag her through another dark corridor. “We will meet again, and then we can talk about everything. I may not know it’s you, and you may not know it’s me. But we will meet again. Someday soon. I promise!”

If she ever wanted to see either of them again, this was not the form she could meet them in.

“Roxas isn’t the only one who needed to go back to where he came from.” Naminé flipped her sketchbook closed, now holding it against her stomach.

“Don’t tell me…” Axel’s jaw was clenched, his fists shaking harder and harder as she’d relayed her true resolve. “You’re going to throw your life away, too?”

“A life that was never meant to exist in the first place. Just like Roxas's.”

“You really believe that?!” She could have sworn embers began to glow and swirl around his body, his shoulders tightening even further. Still, she stood steadfast.

“I never had a right to exist. And by doing so...look what’s happened. I messed up so much for so many people, and Roxas paid the price, too…”

“You were our prisoner!” Axel only grew more exasperated. “You only ‘messed’ things up because we told you to!”

“And you only told me to because of this power I have,” she shot back calmly. “A power that’ll be much better done away with now that Sora’s memories are restored.” Another moment of silence passed, though tension weighed heavily in the air. She held her breath when Axel opened his mouth once more.

“You’ve never actually had a taste of freedom before, have you?” Axel broke the silence once again. His tone was much calmer this time, devoid of the fiery passion she feared might burst into flames earlier.

She looked up at him, curiosity now simmering beneath her deep blue eyes. “Freedom?” she parrotted, the word leaving a foreign, indiscernible flavor on her tongue.

Now Axel was the one dumbfounded. Everything in her tone, her body language, demanded an explanation of the concept, and yet…

All his years as a Nobody had been spent serving under the Superior, until now.

A rogue agent, he...was truly free for the first time himself, wasn’t he?

“Well,” he began, his words now brimming with newfound purpose, “we’re gonna figure that out together.” He turned, his back now towards her as he began to step forward. “And I’m gonna bring him back. So he can taste freedom too.”

“What?”

“Come on, you can’t think it’s fair? You and me, finally free to do what we want, while Roxas is trapped and hidden away? You say he made the choice, but you think this is what he really wanted?”

Naminé pondered over his words for a moment, finding herself not completely disagreeing. Had the circumstances been different, would Roxas have made the same choice?

Would she?

“...Even if we could, how would we - ?”

“We’ll find a way,” he assured her, tone full of resolve. Axel marched onwards, and Naminé was forced to decide whether or not to catch up with him.

What “freedom” truly was, Naminé still did not fully understand, but the choice behind her next step was hers to make.

#Axel #Naminé #Roxas #Sora #Kingdom Hearts #Kingdom Hearts fanfiction #KH fanfic #blissfulnightrainwrites #thanks for taking the time for reading my crappy writing #long post

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hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger · 4 years

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Spider-Man 1994 and Me

I have no idea how I first discovered Spider-Man the Animated Series. I know it wasn’t the first Spider-Man THING I ever encountered. That was some other Spidey show but I’ve checked them all and have no idea which one it was. But as a kid I didn’t know there was more than one show. I didn’t even know Spider-Man was more than a cartoon!

So I conflated the then current 1994 cartoon with whatever show I’d seen and by extension with Spider-Man as a whole.

To me back then Spider-Man WAS that show. The idea of comics, movies, video games and everything else never occurred to me and when I did discover them in my mind they weren’t the ‘real’ Spider-Man.

The ‘real’ Spider-Man was this show.

Thing is I never knew when it was on. I just knew it was on Fox Kids the cable channel. And my family didn’t have cable. So I spent a long time hoping and praying every weekend that maybe my folks would take me to one of our family friends or relatives who did, and that they would have Fox Kids in their package and that Spider-Man would be on when I was there.

Everyone in my family and at school I was hungry to see that show, and so they got me a VHS collecting 3 episodes for my birthday. They also taped one and a half episodes from a Saturday morning show that aired the cartoon before I had to go to Greek school.

As a result of what I can only describe as playing those tapes on loop I can practically quote ‘Night of the Lizard’, ‘The Sting of the Scorpion’, ‘The Menace of Mysterio’, ‘Make a Wish’ and ‘Attack of the Octobot’.

Whilst the latter two episodes are not well regarded, and I sympathise as to why (they’re basically a subpar adaptation of ‘The Kid Who Collects Spider-Man’), when I was the target demographic they really spoke to me.

And not in a ‘kids don’t know taste’ kinda way. The plot concerned Spider-Man visiting the bedroom of a kid who was a huge Spider-Man fan, hanging out with them, confiding his secrets to them, going on an adventure with them and ultimately that kid restoring both Spider-Man’s memory of himself and resolve to BE a hero.

Can you spell ‘wish fulfilment’?

During one fateful trip to a family friend’s house (who always had the best stuff) I caught the two episodes which are probably the lasting legacy of the whole show, ‘The Alien Costume’ Parts 1-2.

For all young and impressionable viewers I think these episodes left an indelible mark on them, along with the follow up episode.

Try if you will to imagine yourself NOT knowing Spider-Man wears any other kind of costume besides his red and blue one. Then imagine the idea of Spider-Man...as the bad guy. Not just the bad guy...but scary. Then imagine he’s made bad, and made scary because his clothes are literally making him that way and forcing themselves on him, even when he doesn’t want them to. Then imagine seeing an even badder, even scarier Spider-Man, but you don’t get a good look at him. you just know he’s ‘out there’.

Now imagine you are like 6 years old seeing all that.

For me and new Spider-Man fans like me, our experience with the black costume and Venom was about as close to what the original readers of the 1980s went through as possible.

What helped make these episodes so impressionable was the fact that my mind was filling in the blanks for what the ‘evil Spider-Man’ might look like.

Then a while later, by complete chance at an entirely different friend’s house, she showed me a video that had the fabled third part of the story and so, like every 90s kid, I became entranced by Venom!

And you know what, he was everything my childhood imagination had dreamed up and more. This wasn’t just a scary looking guy, with a scary attitude; this was a guy who was literally stalking our hero. As a kid you might’ve felt a certain comfort from Spider-Man. He was older than you, he was the hero and he was powerful. You either wanted to be him, or wanted to befriend him. But in this episode, suddenly he was as scared and as vulnerable as you were.

Following those three episodes I spent a lot of time alternating between fear and fascination for Venom and the black costume, and I longed to see those episodes again somehow, even when I eventually did get to see the show more regularly.

That happened when my family had to move in with my grandparents for 2 years, although I also caught the debut of Black Cat before that. Since Felicia was in whatever Spidey cartoon I first saw waaaaaaaaaay back I sort of knew the character and liked her.

Anyway, back to my grandparents, during that time they got cable and eventually Fox Kids. So finally one of my childhood dreams was fulfilled and one day I taped a marathon of Spider-Man episodes beginning with the last half of the second part of the epic Spidey/X-Men crossover and ending during the first half of the first half of the also epic Spidey/Daredevil crossover!

Again, I rewatched this almost religiously and since I didn’t quite understand the magic of the remote, I wound up sitting through the ads too and thus I’m still compelled to invest in the Chelsea Building Society and the 1997 Christmas catalogue.

Not long after I rented a VHS from Blockbuster (remember those?) containing the Alien Costume/Venom episodes and soon committed those to memory too.

Finally in now being able to watch the show regularly almost everyday I wound up seeing every other episode too, and seeing them like 5 times or something.

The first of these episodes I really remember was the incredibly dumb ‘Partners’ wherein I was happy to see Felicia and Scorpion again, and got introduced to the Vulture for the first time. Also I got introduced to Silvermane but he was less than dignified in the episode. If you’ve seen it you will know what I mean.

Among the most impressionable were the Carnage centric episodes and Secret Wars stuff. But I still fondly remember one morning seeing Spider Wars part 1.

Mind = blown.

Aunt May is dead. Green Goblin and Hobgoblin are together. New York is wrecked. Everyone hates Spider-Man, even Robbie! And this is all because of...Spider-Man!?

Another Spider-Man!

Another Spider-Man combined...with Carnage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It helped that, though I didn’t realize he was a different character, I’d recently gotten a toy featuring the Spider-Ben costume and so when Spider-Carnage in an incredibly similar costume showed up, suddenly what I’d regarded as a dumb alternate costume action figure became startlingly relevant.

And the hits kept coming.

There’re even MORE Spider-Mans?

Spider-Man with Doc Ock’s arms!

Man-Spider!

And who is this blonde Scarlet Spider dude?

Ben Reilly and this whole storyline wound up being more important to me than I realized as around this time the Clone Saga was being reprinted, thus I was picking up my first Spider-Man comics off the back of recognizing both the Scarlet Spider and Spider-Ben costumes.

The next night I saw the final episode.

Of course I didn’t know it was the end. I thought for sure there was more coming and if I obediently watched enough of the reruns someday I’d see the fabled (and totally imaginary) next episode where Spidey finally reunites with Mary Jane.

However else I felt about the episode at the time, the story bears the distinction of introducing me to Stan Lee himself as he made his greatest ever cameo in the episode.

At the time it was confusing and surreal. The idea of anyone actually CREATING Spider-Man, or fiction in general, was a foreign concept to me. It grew more surreal as via osmosis I gradually began seeing this ‘Stanley guy’ in other places...except he was REAL, not a cartoon!

After being frustrated by the lack of follow up, and being bored by having seen the show so many times over, I began to...not exactly grow out of the show but began to sour on it a bit.

And upon entering the comics, realizing the show was actually based on THEM and regarding every deviation from them as ‘wrong’, I began to actually hate the show.

For the next 10 years or so I longed for another Spider-Man show, a better and more accurate one.

I went back and forth between disliking and lightly enjoying the show until about 2012.

I might not have many kind things to say about the Marc Webb Spidey movies. But after several years of distancing myself from Spider-Man and pretty much comics in general, the hype for the movie got me back in the mood and slowly but surely I disappeared back into the rabbit hole and this time got in deeper than ever before. Part of that was rewatching the show in it’s entirety from start to finish.

Initially I noticed the flaws, but then that last episode hit me. And over time, I fell in love with the show and see the worth it had beyond it’s flaws.

Quite apart from introducing Spider-Man and his world to me, it ‘educated’ me on the character in ways that actively helped me navigate the comics when I eventually did start to read them.

And looking back, there’d never been a more spiritually faithful take on Spider-Man ever before that show. It wasn’t a cartoon show using a comic book character, it was a comic book cartoon show!

So on this day, I thank you Spider-Man 1994. I wouldn’t have loved this character without you!

#Spider-Man #spider-man the animated series #Spider-Man 1994 #spider-man tas

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Oscar loses control of his hidden powers because of Ironwood testing on him or something. Oscar ends up just like Agatha from Paranorman? Agatha was mistreated because of her powers and ended up being very vengeful , so imagine Oscar being pushed to the edge and just,, snapping. Ruby has to talk Oscar down from this state. idk im not good at writing but i do think it would be an interesting idea

Ironically enough anon-chan,I’ve pondered a similar concept once upon a time. Considering that Oscar’svoice actor: Aaron Dismuke was formerly the voice of Alphonse Elric from theoriginal Fullmetal Alchemist (before Brotherhood) one thing I’ve been curiousabout is whether or not the CRWBYWriters might introduce elements of Oscar’s story inspired by FullmetalAlchemist.

One idea I’ve talked aboutbefore is one where Oscargoes on a journey inside of his mind in an effort to find Ozpin and bring himback. However upon discovering Oz, Oscar is saddenedto see that the old soul has no desire to leave his isolation from the team. InsteadOz forces Oscar out of his own mind. My rationale for the possibility of amoment like this is for the obvious homage to the moment in Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood where Ed finds Alphonse’s human body--- hair long fromyears without grooming and skeletally thin from lack of nutrients - sittingalive before the second Gate.

However before Ed couldmove further and make a run for his brother, he is restrained and dragged backto his own gate by shadowy black hands. In that moment, Ed begs Al to returnwith him, however the soulless body only responds that he cannot leave withanyone who isn’t his own soul. This later prompts Ed to make a firm vow that hewill return someday to retrieve Al.

This was a moment I was hoping to seemimicked in RWBY for Oscar and Ozpin’s relationship, especially now that Oz haslocked himself deep within Oscar’s mind. I was hoping for a Journey to Oz subplot for Oscar’s story where he enters a deep sleep, divinginto his own mind on a quest to find the reluctant Oz.

It is on this journey where the audiencegets a visual insight into Oscar’s mind; accompanying the young farm boy as herelives not just the memories of the remaining Wizard’s lifetimes who weren’tpresent in Jinn’s recollection of Ozma’s story (such as the Hermit, the King ofVale and Professor Ozpin) but also Oscar’s memories too.

If not the other Wizards then I would at least likefor a Journey of Oz subplot to reveal more about Oscar---such as his past with hisunknown family (like his aunt from V4). My concept for this Pinehead headcanon of mine was that Oscar is forced to relive his pastthrough his own repressed memories in order to reunite with Ozpin again. Sofans get to learn more about who Oscar was growing up through the cherished memoirsdocumented in his mind.

I like the idea of Oscar actually attempting twice to get Ozpinto return. The first time he relives most of hismemories from birth to present day, inclusive of two memoriy that reveals twoevents unseen from the audience--- the moment that finally convinced Oscar toleave home back in V4 and happened to him after he suddenly went missing in V6.

Back during V6, there was theorycirculating around the Pinehead community that premised Oscar making a desperate attempt to reconnectwith Ozpin after running away from the Cotta-Arc residence. I actually think this is a pretty neat idea. It would be cool ifOscar tried to get in touch with Oz for some kind of consolation and guidancefollowing his fallout with Jaune.

Of course he’s met with silence; to which Oscareventually gives up and decides to find his own way of dealing with the issueon his own. I like the idea of Oscar trying to reconnect with Oz during hismissing development back in V6 and this actually being what prompted Oz to comeback in a way.

Like perhaps Oz had locked himself pretty far inside Oscar’s mindat first. But upon realizing that Oscar was trying to reach him after goingthrough his own heartache with the team, this is what kind of makes him stepoutside. He of course doesn’t communicate with Oscar or make his presence knownto him. But it’s enough to make Oz concerned for Oscar.

So he basically comesslightly out of isolation but stays close enough so that he ensure that Oscaris okay, in a way. I’d like to think that even in wallowing in his own anguishand self-resentment, Oz still can’t shake that side of him that’s paternal and nurturing in nature---having lived lives as both a parent andmentor---both caretakers of young minds.

I’d like to think that Oscar’s missingdevelopment from V6 sparked Oz to step outside of his solitude for the firsttime since he locked himself away. Again, he remains isolated enough that Oscarcan’t detect that he’s there but still close enough that he can keep a watchfuleye on Oscar. Y’know just in case the boy might need him while simultaneouslythinking he might be better off without him. Like it’s almost like a reflex ina way with Oz behaving like an emotionally exhausted parent who wants nothingmore than to be alone yet they still can’t help but instinctively stay closeenough to protect their kin if needed; if that makes sense.

Anyways, returning to my headcanon,Oscar finds Ozpin in this memory however when Oscar pleads for Oz to come backwith him, Oz refuses. He even forces Oscar out of his own mind, but not beforeOscar makes a solemn promise to bring Oz back.

Despite a saddened Oz stubbornly tellingOscar that he won’t return and there’s nothing he could do or say to change theold soul’s mind, Oscar, determinedly tells him that he will bring him back nomatter what it takes. This is the kind of moment I wanted to see done for theBoy with Two Souls as a nice call back to Fullmetal Alchemist.

The second time Oscar goes in search ofOzpin, he is surprise to uncover that Oz had returned to his tower ofisolation---making things more difficult for Oscar by hiding himself deeperinside Oscar’s mind in a place where Oz believed Oscar would never dare comelook for him.

Not because the journey would be toughbut because it would be too painful for the young boy. One of my long-standingtheories for Oscar’s backstory is thathe suffered a very traumatic event which resulted in the loss of a close familymember who Oscar loved dearly---possiblyhis mother or father or perhaps both parents. I’m still clinging to the idea that Oscarwas originally raised by a single parent prior to living with his aunt with hisdear ole dad now being my number one choice.

Rather than dealing with the heartache and grief thatcame with losing a close loved one and the life he had previously, Oscar suppressed both the memory and his true feelingsdeep inside his mind

, refusing to face it. In asimilar fashion to Ozpin, Oscar supressed the truth and pain that came with hisown past. I like the idea of the two sharing in the loss of loved ones; blamingthemselves for their untimely deaths and feeling as if they had both failed anddisappointed them in some way.

I like this idea just as much as I like the ideaof Oz making himself at home behind this particular memory of Oscar’s. It’s theone he related to the most with him. Not to mention that it’s the one he knewOscar wouldn’t dare enter past cause he knew, ever since the two first bonded,just how much the young boy did not wish to face this pain.

But unfortunately forOscar, this was where he needed to go to find Oz and unbeknownst to Ozpin, hehad completely underestimated Oscar’s resolve to bring him home.

So pretty much the thought is that Oscar must face his most painful repressed memoryin order to find Oz. Just as how our heroes forced Oz toface the truth of his past---in a way, Oscar has to do the same. Face a memoryand truth to his past that he forced himself to lock away since he didn’t wantto face it.

But Oscar goes through with it anyways for Oz. Andfrom going through this ordeal, not only is Oscar able to finally find closurewith the forgotten misgivings and feeling of anguish, grief and guilt from hispast mistake, but it also helps him to better understand Oz leading to the twosouls finds acceptance with one another for the first time since they werepaired. That was my idea for Oscar and Ozpin subplot. Will we actually get thatfor V7? Probably not.

But regardless, I am curious to see howthe Writers resolve the tension between Oscar and Ozpin. I’m not sure if theCRWBY Writers plan on having Oscar andOz merge for V7 or if their intent is to drag this outfor several more seasons.

I mean, I actually believe narratively that V7 would be the perfect chance to have the two souls mergewith Oscar accepting Ozpin as a part of him.

Since V5, it has been foreshadowed that Oscar isn’tthe one to change with the Merge. It’s Ozpin. Ozpin is destined to become a part ofOscar. As a matter of fact, my belief is what will visually happen during theMerge is that Ozpin---the current version of Ozma’s soul---will ultimatelycease to look like his former self and instead, Ozpinwill change to look like Oscar.

After that, he will become a part of Oscar with him inheriting all of hismemories and at long last, Oscar will be whole. The two souls will become onemind. And that one mind will be oneperson and his name will be OscarPine.

That’s pretty much my idea with that.I’m starting to wonder if Oscar’s story for V7 would involve him and Oz withthe Merge at all. I mean, I’d like for Oz to still be around in the story longenough for him to reconcile things with everyone else.

However at the same timeI don’t want things to return to what it was like before with Ozpin constantlyeclipsing Oscar’s screen time and development. If these two are meant to mergeand be one person, do it already so Oscar can be one complete character who canthen begin the next chapter of his character development as Ozpin’s successorin Ozma’s Cycle.

Because as much as I like Ozpin as a character, Ihonestly feel like his presence has been a hindrance to Oscar’s progress than acomplement and that’s mostly due in part to how poorly the CRWBY Writers havehandled these two together.

Rather than striking a perfectbalance between both souls, their individual stories and theirshared storyline together, it feels as if Oz had been riding coattail with theWriters often using Oscar’s face to push his development while Oscar’s owngrowth gets subdued and ignored most of the time.

It’s part of the reason whyI’m in denial of the Writers’ promise for Oscar development for V7 given histreatment in V5 and V6, especially after Oz was taken out of the story.

But anyways, enough about that. That’snot really what I’m supposed to be answering anyway. Going back to what I wassaying before about the CRWBY drawing inspiration from Fullmetal Alchemist, Ihave another idea Pineheadheadcanon I pondered about before which sort ofties into your idea about Oscarsnapping from his mistreatment by Ironwood.

Here me out with this one. For the Fullmetal Alchemist fans in the FNDM, do you rememberthe Mannequin Soldiers or the ‘ImmortalLegion’ from Brotherhood?

The ImmortalLegion were an army of mannequins that onceinjected with liquid Philosopher’s Stone, will attack without fear of death orharm. And to add another layer of tragedy to these beasts, they wereadditionally fuelled by victimizedsouls.

You can kind of guess where I’m goingwith this, right? We know the series had mentioned that Atlas has been conductingexperiments in order to learn about aura scientifically. If this is somethingthat Atlas does then what’s stopping someone from abusing this type oftechnology and research?

As far as we know, Penny Polendina was the first artificial lifeformto produce an aura so one can easily deduce that Pennywas a by-product of those same aura experiments. The only successful one, that is. So, that being said, I repeat the question again. What’sstopping someone corrupted from using this same research to build themselves anarmy of artificial beings powered by aura?

Why am Ibringing this up, you might ask? Wellin the V7 trailer, Ironwood mentioned something about ‘needinga new approach to stopping Salem’. We alsoknow that Penny was originally the first of her kind created to protecthumanity as she told Ruby back during the events of V2 if I’m rememberingcorrectly.

I’d also like to believe that followingwhat occurred during the Vytal Festival, Ironwood probably discontinued hisresearch on aura after what happened to Penny, his first and only successfultest subject from the experiment.

My hunch is that Penny was a robotic replicacreated from one soul---the harnessed soul of Professor Polendina’s deceaseddaughter. I’d like to think that Dr. Polendina once had a young daughter whowas terminally ill and one her death bed as a result of incurable disease.

My theory is that Penny was born as ameans for Dr. Polendina trying to salvage and preserve what was left of hislittle girl. Penny, by my theories, was possibly Dr. P’s daughter’s secondchance at life for it was her aura that brought this lifeless robotic puppet tolife (I’d also like to think that the Relic of Creation also had a hand in thisas well).

My hunch is that after successfullyreviving Dr. P’s daughter in the form of Penny, the doctor probably wished todiscontinue his research on aura but it was actually Ironwood who insisted onhaving Penny train to become a huntress for the military. Given how protectivePenny described her father to be, it wouldn’t surprise me if that was the case.

While Ironwood probably wished to expand theexperiment, Dr. P simply wanted his daughter back. A daughter he was forced tosee die twice.

I’d like to think that after whathappened to Penny, out of respect for Dr. P and his loss, the scientist madeIronwood promise that he would never resume his experiments. At least, not withPenelope’s soul. My theory is that, although Penny’s robotic body gotdestroyed, her aura---her soul was still salvaged.

It makes me curious if for V7 we’ll be seeing what anaura looks like when harnessed. Like picture Penny’s soul being kept in somekind of containment jar. Like Dr. P holds Penny’s soul in some kind of jar ashis way of still holding onto his daughter’s life. He doesn’t want or trust Ironwood and his military to use Penny like they did ever again, but at the same time he’snot quite ready to let her go yet. As a grieving father, Dr. P is still dealingwith accepting that Penny is gone and may never come back. And I’d like tothink that this can tie into Ruby’s reservations over Penny’s death andPyrhha’s.

Not sure if the CRWBY Writers are going to have Penny rebuilt and return for V7and the Atlas Arc. But regardless, I think it would be interesting to see Ruby,as the closest thing to Penny’s best friend in the series, deal with her ownmisgivings over losing Penny by bonding with her father. It may even lend to her further development as a Silver Eyed Warrior. But who knows, y’know?

Keeping all that in mind here, what if…Ironwood,in his desperation and paranoia, gets the brilliant idea to use the researchgathered from the creation of Penny to create a full-fledge army of advancedrobotic soldiers who, similar to Penny, possess the abilityto produce an aura.

Since Salem is an immortal, the notionwould be to create an army that matches her invulnerability. By creating anarmy powered by aura, Ironwood would be able to command his own army ofsoldiers who can’t die in combat. Because they are machines, they can easily berepaired in the face of damage and since these soldiers will be powered byaura, even if the soldier’s mechanical body is destroyed, the aura used to fuelit will remain in tact and could potentially be salvaged and implanted intoanother body for reuse. That’s the idea. Ironwood even goes as part as to this hypotheticalarm of his as the, quote unquote, ‘ImmortalLegion’.

Again, see where I’m going with this,folks? I like the idea of Ironwood making the decision to resume development onAtlas Aura Experimentation as his solution to ultimately figuring out a way tostop Salem. In another version of this headcanon, I painted the impression ofIronwood believing Oscar’s soul to holding the key to stopping Salem once andfor all and was willing to subject the young boy to painful experiments inorder to prove it, even if said experiments could potentially kill Oscar.

In this alternative to that sametheory, I’m going to paint another picture. Imagineif…Oscar is Ironwood’s golden ticket toachieving his Immortal Legion. While Penny provided James with the buildingblocks to construct his army from, at the end of day Penny was only one soulcapable of powering only one robotic body.

I’d like to believe that one limit to auraexperimentation is that while the soul can be harnessed and placed into anotherbody, replicating it is impossible even by scientific means. Even if Ironwooddesired to forge an entire army from Penny Polendina’s single soul, he wouldn’thave been able to achieve this goal for two reasons. One because Dr. P wouldn’thave consented to him using his daughter’s soul in such a manner and secondly,it’s impossible for one’s aura to be surplused as a power supply since auracan’t be copied and no single soul is powerful enough to achieve such a feat. …Orso…Ironwood believed.

My theory is that in the event of Ironwooddesiring to manufacture an army of immortal robotic soldiers powered by aura,it would be Oscar’s soul he uses to fuel his Immortal Legion. Let’s not forgetthat Oscar may be his own person but he isn’t just one soul either. He is aculmination of his own soul and the souls of all the past Wizards that camebefore him in Ozma’s cycle. Technically by my understanding, Oscar is aura gold mine---the perfect source to fuel Ironwood’s Immortal Legion as hewill come to soon see.

So by my headcanons, Ironwood basically tricks Oscar into becomingsome kind of battery for his army designed to combat Salem. Oscar is kidnapped and forced into undergoing a painfulexperiment that practically rips his soul apart and used it to power awaken anarmy of robotic soldiers powered by Oscar’s soul but all programmed to obeyIronwood.And one of Ironwood’s first orders of business is to use his Legion toattack the JNR_QRWMBY when they become a threat to his schemes. Our heroesstage a full on assault against Ironwood and his military in the hopes rescuingthe captured Oscar. However what the huntsmen discover waiting for them is fardeadly than what they imagined.

The Legion prove themselves to be anexceptionally resilient and formidable foe. Since Atlas is known for its mightand technological advancement, I like the idea of Ironwood creating his Legionto be self-repairing. Like imagine something along the lines of the Legionbeing made from nearly indestructible metal combined with some form ofnanotechnology that results in the machine being able to instantly repair anydamage to its body on the spot in real time as its taking damage.

So even if an opponent aims for the machine’s limbs,the technology infused in its body enables it to easily regenerate and repairparts on the fly as quick as it takes damage. Like something straight out ofclassic Terminator.

Another justification as to why theLegion prove difficult for our heroes to fight is the idea of RWBY and JNRbeing very reluctant to attack the army since, at the core, the Legion is Oscar.

Since the Legion are powered by Oscar’saura, this makes them connected to him in some shape or form so essentially anymajor harm dealt to the robotic army could potentially cause a chain reactionthat can mortally harm Oscar and none of the heroes were willing to take thatrisk.

So our heroes have no choice but todisarm the machines without destroying them. Fighting their way as a means ofsurviving long enough for, let’s say someone smart like Dr. P to figure out away to dispel the entire army and free Oscar.

At some point during the rescue mission, everyone getssplit up somehow. Let’ssay Ruby, by some means, winds up on her own separated fromthe others while huffing it, trying to outrun a pack of Legion hot on her tail.To add another coat of inspiration from Fullmetal Alchemist, y’know the part ofthe story with Nina, that’s pretty much a meme right now? Y’know how Nina wasturned into a talking chimera by her father and the way in which Ed and Alfigured this out was when the Chimera Nina spoke to Ed and called him ‘Big Brother Edward’.

Well…picturethis. Ironwood manages to corner Ruby on abridge suspended over a deep canyon. On one side stood Ironwood leading a packof Legion and on the other side a dead end. Not even Ruby’s semblance would bestrong enough to save her since she was too exhausted from fending off theother Legion in her wake.

Ironwood then orders the Legionaccompanying him to kill Ruby. At first Ruby does well enough against theoncoming Legion by managing to dodge their attacks by knocking them off thebridge. However Ruby on her own is no match for both the Legion and Ironwoodwho immediately blindsides her.

With only one Legion remaining, let’s say…Ironwood orders it to killRuby for her insubordination (because atthis point he’s gone off the deep end). However instead of obeying his commandlike before, the lone Legion prepares its weapon to fire at Ruby only tosuddenly freeze.

It’s mechanical red eye starts to shifterratically; flashing between red and a familiar shade of green; as if therobotic beast was warring with itself.

Ironwood screams his orders to killRuby again at the machine and for a second time, his demands are ignored.

Then ina static robotic voice, the Legion speaks. It says “…Ru…Ru…by…”

Even though it’s clearly a machine imitating a humanvoice, the manner in which it says it immediately lets Ruby know that it’sOscar in there---Oscar’s soul speaking to her through the machine. I mean itwouldn’t be the first time we’ve heard Aaron Dismuke voice a human voice comingfrom an artificial body, now would it?

Anyways the deviant Legion---that Ishall hereby dub Oscar-Bot---speaks again.

He says “…Ru…by.Must…not…hurt…Ru…by…” Oscar-bot then looks directly at Ironwood and says “…You…will…NOT…useme…for THIS!”

So basically, Oscar-bot ends upprotecting Ruby from Ironwood. Like after it hesitates to kill her, an infuriatedIronwood forces Oscar-bot out of the way by putting a bullet in the machine’shead. Ruby screams Oscar’s name as the lifeless machine falls to the floor.Ruby cries over this while Ironwood sort of mocks her for it. As Ironwoodprepares to give Ruby her own shot of death, something incredibly unexpectedhappens.

Despite being shot, the Oscar Bot comesback online. The Oscar Bot then tries to stop Ironwood from harming Ruby.Y’know how in Terminator, we have that badass moment where Sarah Conner puts severalshots in the evil Terminator. Well picture something like that where Ironwooddares to harm Ruby but Oscar Bot is determined to protect her.

Ironwood naturally busts a couple ofcaps in Oscar-bot but no matter how many times he shoots at the robot, it justkeeps coming. I like the satire in a moment like this since Ironwood equippedhis Immortal Legion with all the tools to combat Salem and keep coming back asmuch as she could. And now his own creation turns on him and it’s theenhancement that he built into them that’s keeping him from destroying it,basically.

Ironwood eventually shoots at Oscar-bot until he runsout of bullets. By this time, Oscar-bot is already in front of him, toweringover the General. Ruby watches on in amazement as Ironwood tries to fight therelentless Oscar-bot, throwing punches and kicks at him. But the machinedoesn’t go down. The stubbornsoul fuelling its body wouldn’t let up as he was determinedto prevent Ironwood from harming his beloved red rose.

Eventually Ruby uses the distractionprovided by Oscar-bot to assist him. Let’s say, while Ironwood is about to pummel Oscar-bot when Ruby grabs herweapon and fires a shot that…I dunno…blasts Ironwood’s robot hand clean off itshinge. As Ironwood turns to glare at a cheeky Ruby, smirking as she lowersCrescent Rose, Oscar-bot suddenly strong arms Ironwood, suspending him off theground.

Now picture an unintentionally comical moment where Oscar-bot takes Ironwoodand literally tosses him off the bridge. Ironwood survives, of course, masterfullygrabbing onto a ledge with his human arm. However up on the bridge, this providesa chance for Ruby and Oscar-bot to have a small bonding moment. Oscar-botkneels before Ruby while she in turn slowly touches its face, sort of caressingits metallic cheek.

You know how in the Lost Fable,Jinn described Salem as being able to immediately recognize Ozma’s soul, even when in the body of another, based on their unbridledlove and devotion to one another?

“…Call itmagic or call it something stronger, but in that moment, the two knew exactlywho it was that stood before them…”

I think it would be touchinglysweet for the RosegardeningRosebuds to have this similar parallel to Fairytale in which Rubyis able to automatically recognize Oscar’s soul even when inside another body that isn’t his own. Not even science can mask the true strength of an unbreakable bond,especially when the love shared between is powerful enough to transcend it.

So in the event that Ironwood does infact use Oscar’s soul to power an army of aura-infused machines, I’d like tobelieve that regardless, the growing connection Oscar shares with Ruby as partof their close friendship (and potential romance) will be what thwarts thisscheme. Ironwood would underestimate the bond these two smaller, more honestsouls share because when it comes to Ruby Rose, Oscar can’t be tamed. Orsomething like that.

I also really like the idea of Ruby notneeding Oscar-bot to confirm that he is Oscar. She already knew since shealready sensed that it’s him in there powering the machine. As the machinerests its head against her chest, Ruby gently whispers Oscar’s name, promptingit to look up for the two to lock eyes.

And in the same robotic voice frombefore, Oscar-bot replies, “…Ru…by.Ruby. Ru…by…protect Os…car. Oscar protect Ruby. Safe.”

Ruby then smiles through tears ofrelief as she hugs Oscar-bot.

My RosegardeningPinehead headcanon is that Oscar will admit to Ruby thatpart of the reason he enjoys her company is becauseshe makes him feel safe. I also like the additional detail of Rubyreminding Oscar a lot of the beloved relative he was very close to in his past. Before, this person was the one person in the world capable ofmaking Oscar feel most at ease since he trusted them the most. He also lovedthem more than anything in the world.

Oscar strikes me as the type where love and trust go hand in hand for him. I’d like to think Oscar isn’t the type totrust very easily but when he does, it paves the yellow brick road to straightinto his heart that leads the way to him learning to accept and love youunconditionally.

I also like to believe that Oscar isthe type where if you manage to successfully earn his trust and tame his heart, the adoration and devotion that comes with it is unyielding andeternal. Not to mention surprisingly playful and affectionate cause I’d like tothink Oscar becomes more relaxed, easy-going and open once you’ve fully gainedhis trust. Like this side of him is not for everyone. It’s only reserved forthe people he loves the most since he trusts them the most.

And this is how I believe Oscar will soon come to seeRuby. She is more than just his friend. She will be his closest confidant. Theone he trusts more than anyone else and the only one able to calm him down.Make him feel secure and at peace. The one he loves. That’s my hunch.

I know you talked about this going badand Oscar snapping anon-chan. Does this headcanon kind of feed into that? I mean it kind ofdoes in a way---yes, no, kind of. At least, it could potentially lead into away where Oscar snaps on everyone through my Ironwood’s Immortal Legionconcept. It can also go a different route where Oscar doesn’t really snap butinside shows more strength and morality as a human being.

I’d love to go more into that further.However…I think I’m going to end things here and reserve that for its ownPinehead headcanon post. This response is already too long so I’ll reserve it’scontinuation for a new theory post since I really like this Oscar-bot and Immortal Legion idea going on here.

In the meantime, I hope I at leastanswered you as always anon-chan. To you and anyone who read through all of this, please let meknow what you guys think of the ideas I shared here. You folks always pick mybrain for my thoughts so I wouldn’t mind hearing your thoughts on my thoughts.So let me know, cool?

~LittleMissSquiggles(2019)

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Platinum Diamond Scene: Red Carpet with Raleigh

You: Yeah, I’m so jittery, it’s like I drank fifteen cups of coffee! Raleigh, do you have any advice for-- You glance over to see Raleigh in a peaceful slumber, head leaning against the comfy limo cushion. You nudge them in the ribs, and they wake up suddenly with a jolt. Raleigh: What, what’s wrong? You: I need red carpet encouragement, stat! Raleigh: Relax, Cadence. I’ve been walking these carpets for years. You’ve got nothing to worry about. Raleigh: Besides, think of the looks on people’s faces when they think we’ve reunited so soon after our dramatic break-up. Cadence: Or have we? Will we or won’t we? Raleigh: Exactly. When you feel unconfident, just think about how much fun it’ll be to mess with them. So, ready to hit the red carpet? You: Born ready. You take a deep breath before stepping out of the limo.

Raleigh takes your hand to help you out, then gives you a little spin in your gown. Raleigh: By the way… you look so good tonight. Like you’ve got a sense of your style as a massive pop star, but it’s still genuinely you.

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Interviewer: Now I have to ask… did you bring a date with you tonight? You link your arm with Raleigh’s. You: Yes, actually! I’m here with the one and only… Raleigh Carrera. Interviewer: Wow, is that right? So soon after that catastrophic Liberty Island throwdown? Raleigh: We were able to resolve our differences. Raleigh’s eyes twinkle with humour… or something else. Raleigh: I don’t know what it is about Cadence, but I just keep getting drawn back to her. +5,000 Interviewer: The passionate couple that was destined to be! I love it!

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Raleigh gives your hand a squeeze. Raleigh: It’ll be you accepting an award up on that stage someday

You: (I should…) -Kiss Raleigh.

Raleigh carefully tucks a tendril of hair behind your ear as your mouths meet. Raleigh: You know, it’s been fun keeping everyone guessing all day. We may just make a great deception team. You: They’ll have to try hard to keep up with us. You embrace each other more passionately, arms wrapping around each other, Raleigh sucking softly on your lower lip… Until an audience member behind you clears their throat, and you grin sheepishly. Cadence: I’ll let you go for now… but you’re all mine later. Raleigh: I’ll hold you to that. You grin ear-to-ear as Raleigh clasps your hand in theirs.

-Thank Raleigh for being my date.

You: I really needed the emotional support, and I wouldn’t have wanted to do this with anyone else. Raleigh: Well, red carpets are always more fun with a secret flask… and a beautiful date. You grin ear-to-ear as Raleigh clasps your hand in theirs.

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Yuletide Letter (2018)

Dear Yuletide Writer,

First of all, thank you for taking the time to write me a fic! These last few years I've been increasingly drawn to tiny fandoms, so I always look forward to this opportunity to share the love with other people who love them too. :D

I've tried to provide some commentary below for each of my requested fandoms, in case it's useful to you, but ultimately Optional Details Are Optional, and I'm sure I'll enjoy what you come up with regardless of if your heart takes you in a different direction. :)

AO3 name: darkcyan

Requested fandoms:

Star Ocean: Till the End of Time

Suisei no Gargantia | Gargantia on the Verdurous Planet

Ghostverse - Alex Yuschik (Podcast)

Foundryside - Robert Jackson Bennett

[ hiding the rest under the cut, because I tend to write a lot XD ]

General Preferences:

I have no preferences regarding length, tense, or POV; feel free to do whatever seems right for the story.

Stories with emotional warmth are my jam: fluff, found family, battle couples. People learning to trust / coming to love each other, and people for whom their mutual love and/or trust is already their bedrock. I don't need the entire story to be lighthearted from start to finish, but the stories I love most are the ones where even if the characters have been through Some Shit in the course of the story, by the end they're in as good or better a place than when they started.

If you feel like doing an AU, go for it! :D I like it best when the characters feel "true" to their canon personalities, as filtered and changed through the different lens of how the AU differs from canon. I do have a slight preference for AUs that provide opportunities for interesting worldbuilding (e.g. scifi AU) than the more-typical coffeeshop/college AU.

In general, if you're the sort to enjoy doing a deep dive into worldbuilding (AU or canon), I'm happy to come along for that ride, too. :D

Time travel fic is one of my guilty pleasures. XD I have no need for the exact mechanics to be explained; going down the canon-divergence-with-foreknowledge path is completely OK with me. :D

I love it when female characters are their awesome selves

This is not an exhaustive list, so if you don't see something in my DNW list, you're welcome to either send me an anon ask or just assume it's fine. :D

DNW:

Onscreen sex. Fade to black or references to it happening offscreen are fine if you feel it’s important to the story, but if we’ve gotten to the point where we’re talking about limb positions, my reaction is almost certain to be somewhere between bored and extremely uncomfortable.

Even if it’s not explicit or onscreen, please no rape / noncon / dubcon.

I’m not a huge fan of drug / addiction plots either

Relationships, romantic or otherwise, where there’s a significant power imbalance (especially if it’s abused) tend to really bother me.

I also feel pretty strongly about free will and freedom to choose, so “I’m taking away your choices by hiding things from you / doing things behind your back For Your Own Good” narratives mostly just make me want to punch things, no matter how good the supposed justification is on the part of the person doing it.

Cheating and other forms of deliberate, sustained dishonesty within a relationship. Poly relationships are completely fine :D all that I ask is that all people involved are as aware of who else is involved / what else is going on as they want to be.

Gratuitous drama. If a misunderstanding could be resolved by the characters just sitting down for five minutes and talking to each other, and the only reason they don’t is ~*~reasons~*~, then I start getting really annoyed, really quickly

Character bashing. Even the characters I personally dislike are the heroes of their own stories.

If I wanted to hear about awful people being awful all the time and how awful everything is as a result, I’d go watch the news. (… Someday I would like this statement to be less true than it was the previous year, instead of more. ;___;) There can be awful people, they can do awful things, but I’d really prefer they not be either the majority or the focus of the story.

Fandoms:

Star Ocean: Till the End of Time

Requested character(s): Nel Zelpher, Clair Lasbard

Spoiler notes: I’ve played the game. (I'm also about halfway through the manga, but so far not super impressed by its characterization of Nel, so feel free to ignore it completely. :) )

Preferred pairings: Nel/Clair or gen

So, Nel was my official first ever video game crush. This was a bit difficult for me to explain to my young, theoretically-straight self at the time, but she was so cool that I didn’t bother to think about it too hard.

When we are introduced to Clair as her partner, and every single scene in which the two appear makes it clear how strong their bond is – it was a foregone conclusion that I would start to ship them as well. And Adray’s obnoxious insistence on trying to find a husband for Clair just made me even more determined to headcanon them as lovers (or at the very least secretly pining for each other) in addition to partners.

If you don’t ship them romantically, but just think they’re great platonic partners, I’m sure I’ll still enjoy it whatever you come up with. But in case there’s any doubt, I also very much ship them. :D <3

And whether they're romantically involved or not, I love their dynamic – these two strong-willed, intelligent, fiercely competent women, working towards a shared goal that they both believe is more important than themselves. I love how deep and unshakeable their trust is – and how even though it clearly tears Clair apart to send Nel out into a situation that they both know may not be survivable, she’ll do it anyway. And Nel will go.

I don’t have any specific prompts in mind – if you want to write about a mission Clair has to send Nel off on, and the tension between their fear for and their trust in each other (and the knowledge hanging over both of them that they’re doing something that they see as more important than them both), great! Want to just do fluffy interactions during a brief break from the action (do they get vacation? How many people do they have to bribe to get vacation at the same time?), or after the war is done and things are a bit more settled, go for it.

In the narrative path where Nel goes with the party into space, does she think of Clair and all the stories she’s going to tell once she gets back (if she gets back)? What does Clair think, being left so much farther behind this time than any other time before? What stories does Nel tell when they’re reunited?

Got an idea that’s burning in your mind and has nothing to do with any of these? I’m sure I’ll enjoy whatever you come up with. :)

Suisei no Gargantia | Gargantia on the Verdurous Planet

Requested character(s): Ridget, Bellows

Spoiler notes: I’ve watched the show, the OVAs, and the movie.

Preferred pairings: Ridget/Bellows or gen

I came to this show because I was in the mood for mecha anime, then stayed because I fell in love with the cinnamon roll main character, his slice of life struggles to find his place, and the interesting worldbuilding.

… And the badass-with-a-mile-wide-streak-of-imposter-syndrome Fleet Commander and her best friend (or more?), the irreverent excavation team head.

Ridget and Bellows don’t interact a whole lot over the course of the show, but every moment counts and it is clear even in those moments how deep their respect and appreciation for each other goes.

Talk to me about Ridget, who’s so afraid to mess everything up but determined to shoulder the responsibility anyway.

Talk to me about Bellows, who is one of the most effortlessly competent people on the ship and has a warm heart to match.

I’d love to see a story about the two of them and about how much they mean to each other, or a situation where one or both of them are supporting each other. Anywhere in the timeline is fine with me. :D

(For the record: I ship these two characters, like, a lot. But if you don’t, know that I’d still love to see a story about their entirely platonic friendship. <3)

The other characters are more than welcome to show up, too. :)

Ghostverse - Alex Yuschik (Podcast)

Requested character(s): Five, Hyeon

Spoiler notes: I've listened to the story

Preferred pairings: Five/Hyeon or gen

I stumbled across this story earlier this year, and my heart was immediately stolen by how elegantly it portrays a very interesting science fiction / fantastical world and the growing friendship of these two characters, through nothing more than a series of texts between the two.

So really, what I'd like from this prompt is more of the same. :) Do you want to explore this fascinating world, where giant mecha run by chronically sleep-deprived pilots are the only thing that stands between what's left of the world and destruction by the ravaging of (I would assume) equally giant ghosts? I'll happily read any of it.

Or dig deeper into these two characters: Hyeon, who feels so constricted by his lot in life, but still tries his best to live up to it (modulo some text complaints, because really, who wouldn't?). Five, who's driven to not only pilot a mecha, but to be one of the best; who has turned his inner grief and darkness into a sword that he uses to stand between the ghosts and others, that they not suffer as he has.

I'm most interested in what might happen after the story ends: now that Five and Hyeon have met face-to-face, what happens next? Does it change their relationship at all? What does Seven Sparrows Sleeping look like in the aftermath of that last attack, and does that affect Hyeon at all?

But honestly: whatever story you give me, I'm sure I'll love.

As usual, while I do ship these two characters, I'd also be happy to see a story where their relationship remains platonic.

And while it would be fun to see a story told solely through texts, in the mode of canon, please do not feel like that's a requirement - I'd be just as happy to see a story that uses a more standard prose format. :)

Foundryside - Robert Jackson Bennett

Requested character(s): Berenice Grimaldi

Spoiler notes: I've read the book

Preferred pairings: Berenice/Sancia if during/after the book; gen otherwise

I read this book recently, after hearing rave reviews, and while it took a while to get going for me, I ended up really enjoying it: both the characters introduced, and the world they inhabit. Alas, that last I heard book 2 doesn’t even have a release year yet. 😭

And perhaps my favorite was Berenice, Orso's quieter, blazingly competent counterpart. (And, in fact, one of the biggest contributors to my eventually liking Orso as well was the fact that he clearly understood and respected just how competent Berenice is; that their partnership was a partnership, as much as it initially looked like he was just peremtorily ordering her around.)

I'd love to see more stories about Berenice -- how did she start out? What was working with Orso like when they first started working together, and how many times did she have to put her foot down before he started listening to her and treating her as an equal?

What was she thinking and doing, in the parts of the book where she's not on-screen or not the POV character?

Or, if you feel like speculating -- what does she think of Orso's new merchant house (aside from "nice job rules-lawyering yourself out of getting brutally killed 👍"), and what is she doing to help make it a success? Is she taking on a teaching role with all the new scrivers he's brought in, or learning from them? Has she found any other people with talents like hers to train as well?

The bits and pieces of Berenice/Sancia we got during the book were quite cute -- I especially like the scene where Orso's trying to give her romantic advice and she's like "lol I'm way ahead of you" -- so if you'd like to explore more of their relationship, I'd love to see more of that as well! Is Sancia still touch-shy? How do they negotiate that? Alternately, now that she's gotten this ridiculous powerup with no real downsides (at least, none we've seen yet), how does that affect how she interacts with the world and with Berenice?

Given that their relationship seems to be pretty much canon at this point, if you include Sancia in the story I'd prefer that the story acknowledge that. But, is probably obvious from all the above commentary, if you'd rather <i>not</i> focus on their relationship, that's 100% fine with me, too -- the main thing I want is more of Berenice being her awesome self. :)

Note also that I find the magic system rather fascinating, and as a programmer myself am amused by how it "feels like" programming. So if you'd like to dig into the magic system and play around with it some more, I would absolutely be on board with that, too. :D

... And that's it!

I hope this letter has been of help, and am thoroughly looking forward to seeing what you come up with. :D

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