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elysia-nsimp · 6 months

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I WANT TO PREFACE THIS TWST INCORRECT QUOTES BY STATING THE FOLLOWING:

all of the quotes that are Jamil talking to Kalim are actually me talking to my dog Ivy! It’s a running gag with my friends and I that the stuff I say to Ivy just gets more and more out of context and someone always quotes Jamil when I share a new conversation

Tagging: @queerlordsimon @ladyzsgolla @aetherphobia @thesunshineriptide @end3rm1st (lmk if you want to be added or removed ^^)

Warnings: Cursing, lighthearted bullying, suggestive jokes made by a bunch of asexuals and their token allosexual, caps

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

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Ruggie, RUNNING down the hallway screaming: I GOT A POPTAAAAAAARTTTT

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Idia: Screech was put down by the CDC for being a safety hazard.

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Deuce: why do you wanna go to school?? you're a fucking EGG!.... dumb bitch...

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Floyd: he's a merman. thats his merass

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Azul: I wish this game would let me commit tax fraud

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Jade: I DO NOT CONSENT TO THE SEXUALIZATION OF MY THREATS

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Yuu, to Jade: can they go on little slug dates?

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Floyd: It’s like depression if depression was a fish tank

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Riddle: Well to me this sounds like colour 1 is a more complex colour that is made from something being added to the base of colour 2. Orange (colour 1) is just yellow (colour 2) but with red added. Similarly, green (colour 1) is just blue (colour 2) but with yellow added. Now how does this apply to purple? Thus far all colour two's have been primary colours (as the primary colours are red, yellow, and blue and so far we have yellow and blue but no red. This means that if we assume the same pattern to be true, the last colour 2 should be red. This also matches up with purple as the final colour 1 since red + blue = purple. Lastly, this enforces another pattern I have noticed. Let's look at the second set to see this pattern. In the second set we have blue (colour 2) + yellow = green (colour 1). Now something iinteresting here is that yellow is colour 2 of the previous set. This pattern continues in set 3. We have red (colour 2) + blue (colour 2 of the last set) = purple (colour 1). Finally, it even goes in a loop. In set one we have yellow (colour 2) + red = orange (colour 1). And what do we see here? That's right, red just so happens to be the colour 2 we determined to be the colour which finishes set 3. Therefore we can conclude from multiple patterns within this set that orange is to yellow as green is to blue as purple is to red.

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Ace: it’s slightly NSFW, but there’s nothing explicit

Deuce: I’m allosexual, I’ll live

Ace: ok [sends picture]

Deuce: NEVERMIND

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Trey: Dennys is like, the place you go when you burn your dinner for the holidays

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Jade: Floyd… we’ve talked about this.

Floyd: about what

Jade: Tormenting the Gods…

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Azul: If you or a loved one has been attacked by Timothy--

Idia: SCREECH

Azul: or Screech, yes-- [dies to screech]

Azul: ...oh

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Floyd: this is what i call TRAUMA KARAOKE

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Epel: the femininity is dwindling and the polyamory is spreading

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Floyd, to Epel: Are you sustenance?….

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Kalim: I have never felt more unsafe than with your face.

OB!Jamil: What the fuck.

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Lilia: one day i will get my revenge. not only on the squirrel population, but the baby population

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Floyd: There’s like 4.5 trans people in this room

Idia: .5??

Azul: am I the .5

Floyd: yes

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Idia: Bad and naughty Discord users get put in the PS5 controller

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Floyd: I am going to UNZIP YOUR SPINE.

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Azul: This is all an elaborate game of pretend to them.

Floyd: AH YES. GAME OF PRETEND. LIKE HOW YOU KISSED ME ON THE MO U T H FOR PRA CT I CE

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Epel, behind Vil’s back on why he’s a vampire: It’s because he’s so pasty

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Kalim: i love sad cheesy romance scenes :)

Jamil: I love plotting evilly

Kalim: I also love plotting evilly but I also love sad cheesy romance scenes :)!!!

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Jade: Yes, hello. I've been keeping Kalim company.

Floyd: yes 😏 company. and they KISSED ON THE MOUTH GAYLY

Jade, ignoring him: He's been teaching me aaall sorts of things...

Floyd: 😳😳 YEAH GAY THINGS. LIKE KISSING ON THE MOUTH.

Jamil: Answer me. What did you do to Kalim

Jade: What did I...do? We were just having a pleasant conversation.

Floyd: ah yes just a pleasant conversation. DEFINITELY NOT GAYLY KISSING

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Jade: Out of the benevolence of Azul’s heart, he will let Jamil practice kissing with him.

Kalim: just like Floyd

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Floyd: SWING THE DICK AT THEM. HELICOPTER DICK TO SCARE THE NINJAS AWAY

Jamil:

Kalim:

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Trey: is it legal to milk clowns?

Jade: It depends on the clown… it depends on their sins…

Lilia: we dont like being milked actually

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Ruggie: I wish I cried lemonade... because then I'd cry more often and then I'd have lemonade. And then I wouldn't be sad anymore... but then I'd cry happy tears because I have lemonade, which would make me cry more... and then the cycle repeats...

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Floyd, in Minecraft: ooohhhHhhH Look at youUUU so KIND and GENEROUS HOUSEWARDEN--

Floyd, getting punched off the mineshaft by Azul: aH FUCK FUCK FUCK

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Ortho, after Idia showed him many cursed furbys: You owe me a new pair of eyes.

Idia: can they be furby eyes 😀

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Jack: Maybe the real booty is the friends we made along the way yknow

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Prof. Trein: Talk amongst yourselves, do not speak in Welsh.

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Cater: That's how Im gonna start commenting on things now. Just, person adjective

Deuce: Cater uh- nice

Cater, WITHOUT HESITATION: Deuce depressed

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Che’nya: My emotionally identifying with cats has nothing to do with me being a furry and EVERYTHING to do with me being autistic

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Yuu, about Grim: Your heart is bigger than your little body!!

Ace: so is his ego

Yuu, laughing: that’s true

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Silver: you look very intimidating right now

Sebek: Wh- Silver- I am sitting here eating my pocket muffin Silver

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Deuce: If you poke my eyes I won’t be able to breathe- wait

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Trey with a slinky over his eyes: New technology makes it more difficult to see! Mobility disaids

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Cater: You reenter the VC. I turn around in a swivel chair, filing my nails. “I've been expecting you,” I say.

Idia: ...... [disconnects]

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Jamil, to Kalim: I was wondering about the dust bunny too.. nO, NO, DONT EAT THE DUST BUNNY—

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Ace: What are we SUPPOSED to do? Hold each other by the toes and sing a friendship song???

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Lilia: mmmm bacon soap….

Silver:

Malleus:

Lilia:

Silver:

Malleus: …did you just say “bacon soap”?

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Silver: You DO look intimidating, eating your pocket muffin like an APPLE, staring into the middle distance dramatically

Sebek:

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Jamil: I really don’t want to touch your… gooey… wet… ball, Kalim.

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Leona: There’s weed in this tea… Hm. [takes another sip]

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Jamil: Kalim, stop putting your balls under the greenhouse. I don’t want to keep fishing them out.

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Floyd: Shrimpy, I want you to know that i am going to shit in your bathroom. just wanted to make sure you knew.

Azul: that is NOT how i expected you to end that sentence

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Jade: Whatcha doing?

Floyd: Your m—

Floyd:

Jade: Go on.

Floyd:

Jade: Finish the sentence, Floyd.

Floyd:

Jade: Floyd finish the sentence.

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Idia: THREE ASEXUALS… RECREATING SEX

Vil:

Jade: sex 2

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Lilia: Reminiscing from the glory days to the whore-y days

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Silver: I got off the plane, saw someone who was my friend, got hugged, then you TOOK OFF YOUR SHIRT, BIT INTO AN APPLE LIKE A MUFFIN, SAT AGAINST THE WINDOW LIKE A WALL SIT AND STARED AT ME

Sebek:

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Idia, TERRIFIED: PLEASE DO NOT LOOK TO ME FOR WISDOM I AM FUCKING STUPID

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Jamil: why do you have to pick the balls to kick that hurt the most, kalim

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Floyd: I like my men like I like my SCPs… keter class.

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Jamil: Don’t EAT your tie, Kalim-

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Jamil: Don’t steal any more frogs Kalim

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Idia: The heart wants what the heart wants… the heart wants autism. 🤷

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Jamil: LEAVE MY BALL ALONE

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Rook: maybe you can domesticate beastmen

Jack: I don’t like the implications of domesticated beastmen

Rook: I don’t think you appreciate my artistic interpretation here

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Floyd: I can’t believe Azul is a sugar daddy

Jade: …DONT SAY IT LIKE THAT

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Ace: if each day is a gift then can i return mondays?!

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Sebek: IF YOU WOULDNT LIE TO FAERIES THEN YOU SHOULDNT LIE ABOUT BEAN AND CHEESE BURRITOS

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Cater: Ace is dead?? Crab rave???

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Vil: I can’t believe you

Rook: I feel like you don’t appreciate my artistic expression

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Jamil: You need to go to the hospital

Floyd: I JUST WENT YESTERDAY!!!

Jamil: YEAH BUT THAT WAS BEFORE YOU ATE A MICROWAVE

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Floyd: personally speaking, mood. professionally speaking, yeah.

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Anyway that’s all this time, much longer than usual because I had a lot saved up

Lots of Floyd because he haunts my every thought my bad

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corn-fanfiction · 6 months

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SAVIOUR COMPLEX (Mark Hoffman x F!Reader) (PT. 7)

(PT. 6)

Rated: M

TAGS: language/past abuse/Mark Hoffman being a c*p/reader's life is maybe becoming less normal/Mark is protective bc it's his job but he's also problematic/because he's a c*p/Detective Gibson is his own tw/kissy kissy

**NOTE: Hey guys. Thank you so much for interaction with this fic, and I’m seeing a lot of new followers. I love that!! But I really need to stress right now how I do not support/endorse C*stas M*ndylor as a person or his opinions. He’s racist and I enjoy and only enjoy Mark Hoffman’s character. If you are a C*stas Stan, I highly encourage you to maybe cease interacting with this fic.**

“To say that this looks bad is an understatement.”

Mark scoffs and paces the Chief’s office.

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“No, let’s go over everything that’s happened tonight. You breach protocol by taking your case out on a date, you bring her to an active crime scene where her boyfriend has just died in a Jigsaw trap, and you are in the FBI’s sights! How is that dramatic?”

“Ex.”

Chief is stunned, baffled and befuddled. “Excuse me?”

“Ex boyfriend.”

“Are you-“ Chief sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “You’re pulling my leg, right? This is a joke. This has to be a joke because I know you're not this stupid.”

“Watch it.”

“No, fuck it. You’re off her case and you’re suspended until I can figure out what the fuck to do with you. Turn in your badge and gun.”

Mark stares him down. He doesn’t move.

“Do it, or we’re gonna have a scene.”

Mark grinds his teeth, his jaw ticks. He’s holding air that he refuses to sigh away as he slams his sidearm and his badge down on the Chief’s desk.

“Who’s my replacement? I assume whoever it is has her next door in interrogation, right?”

“Questioning.”

“Don’t fucking split hairs with me right now.”

Before the Chief has a chance to respond, the heavy metal doors to the interrogation hall open and close. Mark throws the office door open and sees you passing. He gives you a comforting hand but then leaves when he hears a snort from Gibson. He turns on him and Gibson either isn’t expecting it or doesn’t think Mark will actually put hands on him. On both fronts, he’s wrong, because Mark grabs him by his collar and holds him with shaking arms.

“What the fuck is your problem, Gibson!?”

Gibson pushes Mark’s arms from his chest and shoves him. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to send the message.

“I’m doing my job, Hoffman. Don’t forget, you’re a suspect too, and in danger of ‘reassignment’. Right?”

Gibson huffs and adjusts his shirt. Mark points a finger at his chest.

“You better keep your nose outta things before something happens to it.”

“Is that a threat?”

Mark is about to let him know that yes, it is a threat, when he feels a hand on his arm. He whips around and there you are, staring up at him with empty, dark eyes that are pooling with tears. God, you look ragged, traumatized- you are.

“Mark, come on, please. Please, let’s just go home. Please.”

He softens at your plea. He’ll do anything for you right now, and that includes walking away from this fight. He gives Gibson a final mean look and guides you out of the station and takes you home.

Now, he’s staring out the window of your bedroom as you’re curled against him in sleep, one arm tucked under your head and the other draped across you. He realizes that he probably shouldn’t have even brought you here, but rather have taken you back to his place. You need familiarity, sure, but whoever had been stalking you could still be after you.

That was something else you didn’t know. When you and Mark had arrived on the scene and he saw Ted’s body, it was apparent that it wasn’t…fresh. Of course, he knew that Gibson had to have shown you the photos but there’s no way you were in a state to notice that detail. And it looked like more than a couple days. The death was old…older than the day someone showed up outside your window.

He pulls you closer. Not only is someone imitating Jigsaw- him, not only had that person killed Ted, but they were likely the one stalking you.

It isn’t far fetched to think there’s another Jigsaw copycat; after all, that’s how he got the gig. The difference is that John and Amanda are both dead, and neither of them can handle this so Mark can focus on you. Mark racks his brain to shake loose any possible suspects. Everyone with any hand near Jigsaw is dead except him…and Jill. Christ, what if this is all Jill? Jealous because he has you and she has no one?

But Jill doesn’t have the physical strength to manage this on her own, and Mark’s watched her long enough to know she lives a solitary life. So no, Jill may be possible, but highly unlikely.

It has to be someone you know, or someone who knows him and his feelings towards you. It would be too large a coincidence for it to be a random copycat.

Who? Who?

The good news is that if he's suspended, he has plenty of time to find out.

There’s a banging on the door the next morning. You immediately jump and press your back to the headboard. Mark stands, reaches for his gun and then curses when he remembers he turned it in the night before.

You look up at him in a panic and he raises a calming hand. He glances at the window- nobody there. Goes down the hall and grabs a knife from the kitchen.

A peek out the front window reveals Gibson at the door, tapping his foot, looking around, checking his watch. Mark curses and opens the door, subtly setting the knife on the kitchen counter.

Gibson stops, looks Mark up and down, then cracks a smile.

“Jesus. Wasted no time, I see.”

Mark scowls and his grip on the door tightens. “Careful, Gibson. There’s no cameras here.”

Gibson looks over Mark’s shoulder and into the apartment.

“She around?”

“Yes, she’s in bed, and very fucking traumatized from the shake-down you gave her. That make you feel big, Gibson? Harassing a woman who’s being stalked and just saw her ex-boyfriend murdered?”

“Just doing my job. You know all about that.”

Before Mark can get another word out, you come up behind him, now having donned some pants and a cardigan.

“Detective Gibson. What a…well, whatever it is. What do you need?”

Gibson smiles at you, self-satisfied.

“I’m taking over your case. And with the recent danger, we think it’s best we put you in a safe house.”

Your eyes widen and you push your way past Hoffman who puts a hand on your shoulder. You shrug him off.

“Fuck that! You and your precinct already upheaved my life with this protection bullshit, now you wanna take me away from my job, my apartment? And for what? Jigsaw very clearly has no problem with me!”

“Yeah. Wonder why that is.”

Mark watches as you turn red.

“Besides, not like you’re leaving much behind.”

Mark barely has time to grab you when you lunge for Gibson, who leans away with a chuckle.

“Easy. I can always still take you in by force.”

“Fuck off, no you can’t,” Mark bites. “She can deny if she wants to.”

“Yeah, but that don’t look too good either, does it? Got a reason to stay away from the police?”

“Aside from the fact they’re batting 1,000 when it comes to harassment?”

Gibson looks from you to Mark.

“You don’t seem to mind too much.”

“That’s it-”

Mark is out the door before you can stop him and he slugs Gibson in the jaw. The younger detective stumbles back into the yard and Mark looms over him.

“Get the fuck outta here. And unless you have a warrant, you can tell the chief to shove this whole thing up his ass.”

Gibson stands and spits some blood into the grass.

“Your ass is out, Hoffman. You hear me? You’re fucked!” Gibson shouts and returns to his cruiser, stepping into the driver’s seat and retrieving his walkie-talkie. You run out to get Mark.

“Mark, what the fuck?!”

Mark sighs, shakes out his hand, turns to you. “I’m sorry. I- I can’t stand that prick. He was asking for it.”

“Yeah, no kidding! He was egging you on and you gave him exactly what he wanted. You could lose your job!”

“Nah,” Mark says, shaking his head and heading back inside. You follow him.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll have a word with the Chief, pay some penance, do crossing duty or something for a few weeks. Shit like this happens all the time.”

Mark goes to your freezer and grabs a bag of peas to cradle against his knuckles. When he faces you again, you’re leaning against the counter, chewing on your lip, staring at the imitation marble.

“What?” he inquires.

“Nothing.”

“No, what are you thinking?”

He watches as you splay your hand against the countertop, moving your fingers back and forth. He moves to stand next to you, moves his head to be closer to yours. Nudges you.

“Come on. Let me in.”

You sigh. “I don’t know what’s happening anymore. I don’t think I’m in danger. Or maybe I am. I don’t really care. But…maybe it’s best if we took a break? Just until the dust settles?”

Mark’s heart plummets into his gut and his eyes search yours, his head unmoving.

“You want that?”

“No. No, I really don’t. But I’ll be fine, and you can’t lose your job.”

Because it’s all I have.

Well, that was before he had you.

“Let Gibson take over my case. Once it dies he’ll get bored, I bet. I’m willing to wait.”

You finally meet his eyes and your hand finds his on the counter.

“What if I’m not?” he mutters, his lips so close to yours.

“I mean, I never really pegged you for a patient man. But…”

It’s like you can’t help yourself. Your lips come up to meet his and his hand gently cups your jaw.

Another kiss. One deeper and warmer. Before there can be a third that leads to something more, you pull away and Mark sighs.

“Maybe it’ll die out fast, you know?”

Mark nods at the refrigerator.

“Maybe.”

“Hey,” you say, tilting his face towards you. “Look at me. It’ll be fine. Distance and fondness and all that.”

“I don’t think I can get any fonder, honestly.”

He watches in pain as your eyes flutter through that small confession and a smile pulls at your lips.

“Well, just hold on to it, then. And phones exist, you know?”

He dips down for a kiss on your cheek.

“So do midnight rendezvouses. And windows.”

“Come on,” you gently push against his chest. “Just think of how nice it’ll be when this all passes. Maybe my bed will see some action other than cuddling all night long, hm?”

Mark groans. “God, why would you say something like that when you’re trying to rush me out the door?”

“If I was rushing, you’d be gone already. I’m stalling, actually.”

Another kiss. Then one on the forehead.

“Alright. Go makeup with the asshole outside. Apologize to the Chief. Help kids cross the street or something. I’ll see you soon.”

Mark grinds his teeth but submits, laying the peas on the counter.

“Sorry for defrosting those.”

You smile reassuringly, and it does help him feel like things will be okay. “Maybe we'll eat them next time.”

#mark hoffman #saw fanfic #mark hoffman x reader #angst #fanfiction #saw franchise

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gayofthefae · 1 year

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Notes: this is all the Duffers’ fault aka this whole idea was inspired by the line used in the Stranger Things diegetic soundtrack “even as I wander, I’m keeping you in sight” implying a level of self awareness during Mike’s relationship with El or even some awareness before based on the use of keeping as something to maintain from some implied “before”.

Thinking about bi Mike saying when he developed romantic feelings for El he realized that he had had them before.

And now that I’ve said it out loud, thinking about the complexities of Mike realizing that what he had felt/been feeling for Will was romantic because of the romantic feelings he was developing for someone else.

And then being in mourning so obviously he’s not just gonna jump tracks back to Will again as if nothing happened and then he’s torn. For the year and a half since.

Thinking about Mike acknowledging his feelings for Will at the same moment he acknowledged his feelings for El and this fascinating idea of one not being able to exist without the other. THINKING ABOUT MIKE REJECTING THE IDEA OF HAVING FEELINGS FOR EL BECAUSE IF THAT’S WHAT ROMANTIC FEELINGS FEEL LIKE THEN THAT MEANS THAT-

oh i am thinking thoughts

and then I put a bunch more in the tags so I’m not reformatting them but here

#whether it's like THE answer that the duffer's are providing or have planned or not i just think it fits into the puzzle in such an interest#ing but aligned way i'd never thought of before#it explains his hesitancy to admit his feelings despite being insecure about not having had a crush yet#it explains his projection and seeming torn#it explains his focus on el as the second/more recent person he developed feelings for and trying to equate that to being a separate instanc#e from will#like because he started having feelings for her second that means that his feelings for will should end soon and he will transition to el#he realizes he's had feelings for will but he tries his best to treat it as: i learned some hard to swallow information about myself. that i#HAD feelings for Will#but it isn't that#and then it bleeds into the retroactive repression theory and the compartmentalization of yeah i had a crush on him no biggie though because#i don't anymore so it doesn't even really matter actually so idk why we're even talking about this really#he's using his self awareness as an excuse to equate it to being past he held off acknowledging 1/2 of his hand in hand feelings he knew he#as torn but tried to focus on el even though he was still emotionally pulled to will and that pull overrode the commitment to singular roman#tic focus in the instances that he realized it was negatively impacting will. because not losing Will will always be more important to him#than whatever shit he's dealing with in his own head. it's like that threat of losing people grounds him. reminds him of the consequences of#his actions and the ripple of his repression and he snaps back into acting on his emotions of getting Will back and he'll deal with the#emotional and romantic repurcussions of that later but it's the instinctual priority

Oh my god also the SHED SCENE as it plays into this whole idea? This a very exciting new avenue to explore. Okay, Mike going through the grief without El but still having those feelings for Will and that same applicable instinct to save and help and comfort him overriding the idea of socially “right” or acceptable and just acting on his feelings and something about the way that scene is shot and the way everyone turns around to face them and how he isn’t sitting in the place everyone sits when they talk to Will and how it was impulsive. impromptu. Nobody expected him to talk in that moment. It was just Joyce there. He stepped up to help and maybe he wasn’t even sure he was gonna tell that story. Maybe it was a conscious choice or maybe it just fell out of his mouth, I honestly don’t know. But thinking about that same prioritization instinctively that he’s shown to disregard social ideas to focus on El and actually allow himself to pay needed attention to Will as well (not saying social pressures is all that makes him pay attention to El just that it does influence his lack of focus on Will) coming up in the original supernatural context.

Thinking about how El showing up made Mike feel better after Will was dancing with that girl. But how Will’s presence and comfort made Mike feel better after El “died”. And how it’s always been this exchange that we knew about but his self-aware feelings never had to actually be addressed until season 3 because he was mourning but she was also dead supposedly so at the very least he no longer had to decipher between or prioritize those feelings until she came back. And then her coming back was a good thing but then they were both there and he had to face that El’s presence hadn’t erased his feelings for Will. Maybe he thought that his feelings, like their presence, would be mutually exclusive. Because even if he had feelings for Will in season 2, it was in El’s absence. So maybe he felt fine in the idea that that was the nature of their existence. And then he was comforted well El showed up - distracted from Will and that girl. Thus, again, telling him that they could exist separately.

Even when the summer came he wasn’t actually struggling to balance them that much. He had both of them - maybe a bit more focus on El just in his routine tardiness but besides that pretty balanced. He maintained the relationship he always had with Will because there’s no harm in that, right? And likely hoped that because he was in a romantic relationship with El and not in one with Will that that would even the scales and he would get over this thing with Will as long as he didn’t reinforce the romantic aspect and it would be fine but then shit hit the fan and we’ve already been over that a million times including in this post so. If I think of more, I’ll make more edits. :) Excited about this new perspective. I love when things just fit !

#stranger things #SOMETHING SOMETHING BI PEOPLE AND POINTS OF COMPARISON FOR SAME-SEX ATTRACTION #bi mike wheeler #byler #bi mike confession inclusive of references to his attraction to el as confirmation that that is a point of comparison for him and validation #of his bisexuality #mike wheeler #byler confession #mike sexuality analysis #i LOVE this one #mike wheeler sexuality analysis #music #byler predictions

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xshybutdeadlyx · 4 months

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Just gonna be a big rant of word vomit.

Please note I'm not trying to attack anyone I'm just kinda laying my feelings out.

I kinda wonder why I bother with Fandoms. I rarely act in any fandoms I'm hyperfixating over but for hazbin hotel I thought why not. But to the surprise of no one it is just like every other Fandom with backhanded comments always being tossed around. And most of it is centered around the character Alastor which I get but God it's giving me anxiety.

Like right now I'm seeing the a divide on the possibility of him having a kinship with the people of the hotel. Personally I think he does or more like did but he's going back to his roots of keeping everyone at an arms length and using them because of his defeat by the hands of Adam. But I personally think those feelings can resurface, but it's gonna be a battle to do so. But I am seeing a lot that people don't believe those feelings were ever there. He really is just a cold heartless bastard who has a God complex and is just mad he lost and that's it. And I feel like that is also correct. But I don't think that makes my hypothesis or how I feel I read the scene wrong? But I've seen people say "if you think this certain way then you are show illiterate and you don't know his character and IM the only one who understands him!" Like....OK? That's the beautiful thing about any piece of literature characters and scenes, anyone can interpret it in so may different ways and it doesn't make anyone wrong. So can't we all just have our own interpretation and just gush over it instead of scoffing at people who didn't see the same thing you saw?

As for shipping, that's a whole monster within its own. I personally don't think anyone is entitled to dictate what someone can and can't do with pixilated characters. I honestly very much understand that Alastor is a big deal considering he's aroace, and that doesn't get enough media representation. And I respect the hell out of it. But I'll also in the same breath say I'm a shipper. I love staticradio because I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers trope. In canon, I want Alastor to keep being the beautiful dick head he is that just has gossip tea parties with Rosie and just doesn't have those romantic or sexual urges. In fanon, though, anyone can really do what they want. I think as long as there aren't death threats or literal force being used to make the creator of the show force Alastor into a relationship I don't think theirs anything in fanon that should be taken seriously when canon is right there glaring everyone in the face. If people wanna keep the "relationship" one-sided? Awesome. If they want Alastor to smooch someone? Cool. They want him to rawdog or get raw dogged by someone. Hey, power to ya, just put it in the tags so people can steer clear of it if they don't wanna see that. I see many people saying it's erasure, but I just don't see how it's erasure when it's still there in canon. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, can erase Alastor, who is a sassy aroace king. I can't say I don't understand the mentality, though. As a bisexual woman myself, I see fanfics where bi characters are labeled straight or lesbian/gay completely, ignoring that who they date doesn't make them, neither straight nor gay. It does sting and leave a bad taste but again they can say that, they can write all they want and if it's cathartic for them then ok more power to em because at the end of the day that character is still bisexual they didn't erase it. Usually, people are good at tagging, so if they do make them one way or the other, i dont read or look at the art. It's very easy to scroll down. Sometimes i see it repedidly, but that's what blacklisting is for too. There are many countermeasures. Plus, a lot of things are all in good fun or just canon divergence. People can be creative and play with different ideas. "What if a character was like that!?" "What if they do this!?" "What if this happened instead, and it changed their whole character!?" That's what's supposed to be fun about being in fandoms. Everyone is entitled to feel how they feel. You're allowed to not like something. But I don't think you're allowed to make other people feel like shit because they go against canon, or more precisely, against your views. I genuinely don't think anyone ever means disrespect. All they want to do is have fun and create along with like-minded individuals. You're allowed to not like something. Hell, I don't like Vox and Val together, and that shits canon, but that just means I ain't gonna actively seek it out. (I personally ship Valentino with a bug zapper.)

All in all I just want everyone to feel safe and just have fun because I've just seen so many people to scared, me included, to do anything in the Fandom in fear of getting attacked and that's mostly what's been really eating away at me. But at the end of the day, this IS the internet, and discourse is basically its bread and butter.

Like I said though this is mostly just a vent post but I wouldn't mind to hear others thoughts if you're willing. I know I just probably talked out of my ass for forever. At the end of the day we are just all apart of this silly little Fandom of silly little demon people and we should all just be having fun look at what we like, write/draw what we want. It's exhausting spending energy like anger and malice, we should just focus on the things that matter to us and the things we like and just enjoy it for however long the hyperfixation lasts. Nobody is wrong. Nobody is right. we are just creators or people on here to just escape for a little bit and connect with a show or characters that resonate with us.

Ok for reals this time peace ✌️ if you made it this far and actually read everything I had to say thank you, you're a trooper. I hope I didn't offend anyone since that was not my intent. I just had a lot of feelings and I'd rather we all get along then tear each other apart.

#hazbin hotel #rant #discourse #fandom #shipping #chatacter analysis #thought about just keeping this like a journal and not post it but fuck it

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gladfang · 2 years

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just extending on both of my latest persona 5 posts: i think it’s important that for every palace owner it isn’t the phantom thieves who are the main catalyst for the metaverse break UNTIL shido. even with them working in the background, it has to be someone else who is that final push before the thieves can enter. my ideas are (tw suicide and sexual abuse mention):

kamoshida: shiho. her suicide attempt and the resulting hospital investigation is what gets the public eye on kamoshida, spreading the rumors of his sexual misconduct to a much larger audience and causes him to break

madarame: ohya. ohya publishes an article based on ‘anonymous’ claims (either ryuji purposely sought her out knowing he’d create a stir OR yusuke gave her facts she could use because his oppinion of his teacher have changed) that madarame’s work is stolen. these aren’t NEW rumors for the timing and the media stir it causes at such a key time in his career causes him to break

kaneshiro: THIS IDEA IS FROM @samarecharm ‘S TAGS; someone with connections in either law enforcement or legal coming after kaneshiro, maybe even on unfounded claims, whilst kaneshiro is threating the phantom thieves is enough to make him crack. i don’t think it would take much, i’d even probably use SAE to be the one that applies the final preassure because even if she won’t look into the case for a while the stir is enough to throw him.

futaba: sojiro. okay for this i have to fuck with things a bit - i’d bring out the uncle threating to fight sojiro for custody OUT of her confidant and put it in the main story. i think futaba’s emotions at realizing if she remains in this state and her uncle manages to gain custody of her based on that, the threat of he’d essentially force her to conform with a society she is not equipt for due to her grief and trauma would be enough. the catalyst is futaba either overhearing or sojiro confronting futaba directly with this knowledge

okumura: i think there should be a whistleblower. in the midst of everything okumura is doing and the news about the changing hearts, someone comes forward with evidence of okumura’s corruption and unlawful business. obviously this would just be a downfall waiting to happen, the conference would be more addressing the evidence than admitting without any, but i think okumura experiencing a heavier downfall fits considering...HOW IT ENDS FOR HIM.

sae: ITS GOT TO BE AKECHI. even if they’re not aware it’s akechi, i think he should be medelling in the background and i think sae should know about it even if the other phantom thieves - or us as the audience - don’t witness it. i can just imagine him twisting it into a ‘oh but no hard feelings, right? i’m just doing this out of concern ^.^’ when he is FULLY sabotaging her and her case.

shido: THIS IS THE ONE WHERE AKIRA HAS TO BE THE CATALYST. shido and momentos are the palaces where akira is the final application of preasure (though momentos is akira inspiring the PEOPLE). i think it would be interesting if shido gets to realize akira is the one after him. that means this endeavour is personal, that means he knows akira will not stop until he gets his revenge. maybe he even accepts them in? he has nothing to hide anymore, they know who he is.

maruki: i briefly considered rumi. and i might even say i’d want a bait and switch where you’re led to believe it’s rumi, SOMEHOW, but i think in the end it has to be sumire. sumire is a huge victim of maruki’s god complex and i think she has the right more than any to blow things WIDE OPEN and bring maruki’s downfall. i think she’d come out about her struggles and explain WHY she’s been the way she is, citing maruki for manipulating her into believing she was her twin sister and setting back her recovery. its a large enough case that once the ideal reality breaks down maruki realizes VERY quickly how much trouble he’s in and at that point there’s no preventing the inevitable

anyway. those are my thoughts :) i’d like each person to appear in the palace in some way. i might go with like a playing card of chess piece motif? since it’s like the final play of the game if you will - but yeah thats all i got <3

#p5 posting

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bananahoard · 9 months

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AO3 BananaHoard? Someday. Maybe.

Some of my friends keep asking me if I am ever going to post my fanfic anywhere & Honestly I Don't Think I Can because of the immense judgement that JUST the potential chapter tags would bring me from strangers who like. Haven't followed me for years:

Digimon fic potential tags:

Power imbalance, coercion, rough sex, corruption, mentions of abuse, depression, suicidal thoughts, major character death, soul eating, physical brain trauma, literally rips a chunk out of someone's mind, amputation, sexual coersion, mentions of prostitution, drug abuse, addiction, toxic relationships, toxic codependency, bloodletting, mentions of starvation/themes of famine, TBD…

Why is this: Basically digital entities living in what is best described as a digital whalefall, where quality of living is extremely poor. One man who controls a large sector with a lot of power, really likes to abuse the power he has over people dependent on him, but it's not initially apparent why he's manipulating an unknown chain of people to get his own ends. Hint: He wants to kill (what he believes to be) god & needs something to do it. There's no human characters in this, & it's all OCs/non-canon characters.

DBZ AU fic potential tags:

Canon characters, power imbalance, injury, torture, implied physical abuse, mentions of genocide, family abuse, racism (Saiyan), space politics, major character death, toxic relationships, sexual coercion, threats of bodily harm, bruising, graphic descriptions of bodily harm, burning/burn wounds (energy attacks), choking, alien heat cycles, rough sex, TBD.

Why is this: DBZ already can be very graphic when played straight, & I'm not going to fuck around here in writing. Anything dealing with Frieza obviously should be a Given from fans, & this is no exception. I go into detail with the Cold family dynamics & politics involving the Saiyans here, & there is one relationship which has a lot of power imbalance that may make people uncomfortable (Frieza+Zarbon). There's also things mentioned with Cold arranging the pairing of Cooler with another individual as to continue the family line to to speak, but this ends up failing, as Cooler has already been in a secret (positive) relationship with a canon crew member, against his father's wishes. Cooler also sleeps around, so to speak, as to coerce a character. The result of this is Frieza's rise to power & Cooler rebelling against his father for lying about passing down his seat to his eldest son, entirely due to his perceived "flawed genetics" as a son born from a traditional birth (in contrast to Frieza, who was born from parthenogenesis 'from Cold alone'; alien junk, don't worry about it). Cold is not a nice father & that whole thing can probably make people uncomfortable. Everyone involved isn't nice, to be frank. I entirely started this very complex & super long AU just so Cooler & Salza could fuck, so sue me.

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Sooo... if you read all that & don't hate me from just surface judgement, I GUESS spur me to eventually post junk when it's finished? Or ask me about it? Idk. I put a massive amount of work in a ton of fic I never post due to 'darker' themes, so I am hesitant to ever speak of my writing.

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redmoonrises · 2 years

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Hey, it's me, the anon that wanted to know about creaturae! :)

I checked out the tag and I absolutely ADORE your writing!! And overall the story just sounds super good! But I think my favorite thing is the name's of your characters- I always struggle giving names to mine that suit them but yours just work really well??

Okay but I'm not just here to compliment your work as I actually have a question/request! Could you tell me how old your characters are and maybe some more things about them?

- 🐰💖

:DDD thank you!!! I have a pretty weird and arbitrary way of naming characters but it tends to work out :3

This is gonna be super long btw also I'm typing it on mobile sorry for any errors o_0

Ok ok! There's a lot of them and ages are difficult cause time is kinda fucky on creaturae. At the very least they're all adults. There's also no natural death on Creaturae and most people just stop aging at some point. Let's see...

CC is probably technically the oldest? In terms of within the story they've been around since the universe of Creaturae began. They're easily the most powerful being in the universe but they rarely actually appear or do anything, content to just act as an audience to whatever is going on already. They're suspected to have some sort of influence over the parallels however, and when they do show face it's usually to cause trouble for the main group.

Parzival, Genesis, and Iden all refer to the same character at different points in their story. They were the first self insert I put in Creaturae but they're story and backstory have changed a lot since then. Parzival started out as an avian (basically just a person with bird wings lol), grew up with Rev and Emi in a small village, found a magic pencil in a grove that was connected to CC and got creation related powers, ended up accidentally joining a death game sometime in her teen years, became a death god (and got shape shifting ish powers) and ran around with Dorian for a while until the planet formed, created the island that most of the plot occurs on, and was the catalyst and main antagonist of the first parallels arc. When she was taken down and imprisoned she took the name Genesis, and after another arc and his release, he took the name Iden. Currently he's part of the main group, though due to what amounts to a purposeful mental block he's largely depowered.

Rev is a dragonling who was born in the same village and developed a bit of a complex after one of their closest friends Parzival got random magic powers and ran off to "pursue her destiny." They relentlessly sought after and learned all the magic they could, studying on a magic-based fragment for many years. At some point shortly after they became an adult, the universe became unstable due to the lack of anything really holding it together. In order to gain enough power to help, Rev joined and won a death game, becoming a death god and using their new power to piece many of the fragments together to form the planet of Creaturae. They immediately got dragged into Parzival's shenanigans and formed the agency of TAHVA to help monitor the universe and prevent any threats (and also shut down the death games because they were being run by capitalists who wanted personal death god assassins). Currently they run TAHVA from what used to be Parzival's Castle on the island and now servers and the Hub of Creaturae.

Emi is a character I rarely talk about, he's human, lives in the one large city on the island (New Coma City), and tries very hard not to be involved in the plot. He usually succeeds. Fun fact, Emi was supposed to be a placeholder name but I ended up liking it too much XD. Emi, Rev, and Iden are all about the same age and look to be in their mid/late twenties.

Rupee was a war god summoned by Parzival during her villain arc to grant her power. Due to the nature of their agreement, he ended up stuck with Genesis during the prison arc, and afterwards got his own body. Rupee is technically a nickname, his full name is Red King Parzival. Since he mirrored Parzival's personality early on and it mostly stuck, he figured it fit well enough. He's a lot more chill than he used to be, and mostly hangs around the castle helping Rev with TAHVA missions that require a bit more force.

Jay, Lucien, and Adrian are three characters from a story I'm co authoring who show up on Creaturae after their story ends. They're married and I usually tag stuff involving the three of them specifically as #neapolitan trio (yes like the ice cream). Because of how they ended up on Creaturae they were reset to their physical prime, so they look late twenties/early thirties. Jay is usually the most relevant to the main plot, but Lucien and Adrian are typically around whenever she's involved in things.

There's a group called the Jay Syndicate made up of Jay and some of her doppelgangers from AUs of her story. The main ones are DarkJay, Whit (White Crow), DJ (Daylight Jay), Jayden, and Hailstorm. Each AU had changed to major plot events and whatnot that mean they tend to have differing power sets, personalities, and motivations. DarkJay and Whit have the most direct involvement with plotlines in Creaturae, as well as Hunter (Whit's Adrian) and DarkJay's Lucien.

Fafnir is Rev and Parzival's kid, and due to growing up in the Labyrinth he's in his early twenties. He's half dragonling and half avian, and as such has mismatched wings and can't fly. He spends most of his time in his library/hoard, occasionally playing semi important roles in the plot.

Dorian was the first other death god Parzival encountered, they met right after her death game. He's a few years older than her, and they travelled together causing trouble along with his friend/patron Basil for a while before the planet was formed. Once it was, the Labyrinth was also created, and Dorian took up residence there. He has the most influence over the semi sentient (and rather malevolent) labyrinth of beasties and spends most of his time partying it up. He's one of the most powerful characters, but like CC he's usually content to stay in his corner and not cause trouble.

Baron is a character who came from another story through complicated means, and mostly hangs around the castle helping out where he can. He's a few years older than Iden. He's a big fluffy piglin and I love him very much.

McKenzie was originally a demon of sorts but now looks more like some sort of enderman hybrid. They're a Story Collector whose job is to travel Creaturae and collect stories of all the worlds that ended up there. It's a rather important job, and Story Collectors are usually respected highly. He's friends with Mixtape and the main group and helps them our a lot.

Mixtape is I think the newest character, and my current self insert. As such, they're my age (19ish). They have a nebulous connection with Creaturae as a whole but their powers change drastically depending on what's influencing the world at any given time. They showed up sometime after the first few arcs and mostly stay in the castle so they don't get kidnapped by the current antagonists.

Petals is the second youngest character, probably no older than 21. He's a dogboy because yes and he's only been relevant so far in the current arc (tma crossover). His backstory is kind undefined but he used to be friends with Dapper, one of the current antagonists.

Dapper is one of the current arc (tma crossover) antagonists. His backstory is largely irrelevant other than he used to be friends with Petals. He looks to be around the same age as Iden etc but his actual age is unknown.

Patchwork was created by CC and looks like an amalgamation of Rupee and Iden designed purely to fuck with them and Rev. She doesn't really have much personality beyond chaotic and causes problems on purpose.

Hailey is a dragonling born with two tails, a rare genetic mutation marking her as nobility. She was raised as such and is a bit stuck up because of it. She's also a crossover arc antagonist working with Dapper and Patchwork and is in her mid thirties.

I think that covers most of the main characters? There are a few minor recurring characters as well so I'll give shorter descriptions for them :D

Verne is Rev's personal research assistant and a member of TAHVA, he's from a Scythe trilogy fanfic I never ended up writing and appeared in Creaturae due to his story being abandoned.

Lux is Fafnir's partner. They along with their parents Alex and Nick are from the same story as Neapolitan trio! Alex and Nick are a couple years younger than Jay, and Lux is about the same age as Fafnir.

There are also characters in Creaturae that aren't my ocs that have major and minor roles in the story! Most of them belong to @night-dragon937 (who also asked to be tagged in this post when they heard I was making it lol here ya go).

If you've got any more questions about Creaturae in general or some of the stuff I talked about here lmk!! I also made another Creaturae related post earlier today if you haven't seen it yet :3

#gen rambles #gen writes #creaturae #long post #anon should i call you bunny anon or is there a different designation youd prefer?#god this took ages to write i hate typing on mobile but worth it for this i think

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 3 years

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A new servant desperately struggles to understand what exactly Merlin is:

A cryptid? Arthur's boyfriend? Simply a dude? The court jester? Something else entirely? Who knows, certainly not the new guy.

The first time the new kitchen-hand, Tristan, saw The King’s dark-haired servant sprinting down the corridor, he couldn’t tell if the man was laughing or crying.

He was fast, faster than Tristan thought possible for someone whose arms were so full of laundry, but he politely steps out of the way, coming to the conclusion that he must’ve been late for something. At least... he did think that, until he turns the next corner to see three of The king’s most trusted knights peering out of windows and into random doors. Tristan freezes in the corridor, he’d heard that servants were treated extremely well here, but he’d only been employed for a few days and he didn’t want to risk anything by pushing past or addressing his betters.

One of the knights, Sir Leon, his brain helpfully supplies, spots him stood there, and his annoyed frown quickly morphs into a friendly smile:

“Pardon me, sorry, I don’t suppose you’ve seen Merlin around anywhere, have you?”

Tristan’s eyes go wide and the grip he has on his tray tightens, but he forces himself to take a breath and answer, trying his best to keep his voice even:

“Merlin is... The King’s manservant? Tall, with dark hair?”

Another knight pushes forward, he looks to be the oldest, with dark hair falling in an almost deliberately tousled way around his bearded jawline. His charming grin seems just a little too wide to be genuine, but Tristan isn’t quite sure if that’s because he’s about to take pleasure in punishing someone, or if he’s just being polite to a stranger:

“Yeah, yeah that’s him, seen him? Arsehole turned our shirts pink in the wash, and something tells me it was deliberate.”

Tristan gulps at the accusation and he takes a shaky step back, but before he can even think of defending the stranger that he now thinks must’ve been crying, the last of the three knights, a giant, if Tristan believed in such things, steps forward:

“Don’t worry, we won’t beat him too much.”

He says it with a grin and a quirk of his eyebrows, but once again the kitchen-hand can’t tell if it was cruel or genuine, if he was being sarcastic or not.

“Uh... yeah, he turned left at the end of this corridor, but I didn’t see where he went after that, I apologise.”

Sir Leon waves away his apology with a smile, looking to the long-haired knight with a raised eyebrow:

“The stables?”

The man grins widely, nodding his agreement as he turns his grin to the giant. Sir Leon offers Tristan another soft smile, murmuring his thanks before moving past him, elbowing the other two to prompt them in to thanking him as well. The three of them march down the corridor with almost vindictive smiles on their faces, and Tristan prepares himself to see a vacancy note, or possibly a funeral invite, posted on the notice board by the next morning.

When he passes a window that evening to see the King’s manservant being carried on the giant’s shoulders as five other knights pelt them with gloves, a grin on every face, he decides that... well... it’s probably best to just not to ask.

The next time he sees Merlin, a few days later, The King is also there.

This is the first time Tristan has been in Arthur Pendragon’s presence, and though the other servant’s all rave on about how awkwardly kind he is, he’s a bundle of nerves. Not even Cook’s stories about how often she whacks The King’s knuckles with a wooden spoon when she catches him about to pilfer something stops Tristan’s heart from racing.

The King was overseeing a few of the servants decorate the main hall for a feast, and whilst Tristan is certain that that’s not something The King normally does, he doesn’t question it, just thinks that maybe the other servants had been telling the truth, and he was a genuinely nice, but normal man.

Merlin stands at his side, and though Tristan can’t hear their conversation, the two of them are clearly bickering over something. The servant can’t help his curiosity, wanting desperately to move closer to find out what sort of things The King allows his servant to bicker with him about; luckily, the table right next to them has yet to be laid, so he moves towards it quickly. He doesn’t even glance at them, terrified of being caught out, but perhaps Merlin surviving the knights non-wrath the other day is encouraging him, and his steps don’t falter. Their words come in to focus, and he has to stop the confused, and slightly horrified, frown from spreading across his face:

“Arthur, I swear to the Gods, if you make me wear that hat again, I’ll piss in your wine and serve it to you in front of a crowd.”

The King scoffs just as Tristan shakily begins laying down the cutlery:

“That’s treason, Merlin.”

“Do I look like I care? Not only will I piss in your wine, I will not hesitate to push you over a balcony at the first opportunity. This hall is high up and it’s a long way down to the gardens. He drank toxic wine and turned loopy and tipped himself off a balcony and went splat! That’s what people will say. I’m not wearing the Godamn hat.”

Tristan has to focus extra carefully to stop himself from gasping; Merlin just threatened to kill The King... that’s got to be a death sentence. Pissing off some knights that he’s obviously friendly with is one thing, but threatening to kill The-

“Ha ha. Very funny. If you can’t tell, Merlin, I’m being sarcastic, I know you struggle with complex concepts like that.”

Merlin just rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as he says with no hesitation:

“My mind is more than capable of coping, My Lord, it’s your belt I worry about being able to cope nowadays.”

Tristan bites his tongue to stop himself from yelping and turns away so neither of them can see his horrified face. The King just makes an outraged noise in the back of his throat, and Tristan can hear Merlin snort in laughter at whatever expression Arthur was wearing to match such a noise:

“Go to the stocks. I want you there for three hours.”

Tristan lets out a confused breath; Merlin threatens to kill The King, and gets playful sarcasm, but he implies The King might be a tad overweight, and gets sent to the stocks for three hours? How is that-

“Yeah... no. Not happening. The feast starts in less than two hours and I still have to help Guinevere organise some stuff in the courtyard, do Gaius’ rounds for him, then put an extra hole in your belt and help you get dressed because, despite being a grown man, you’re still an idiot who’s incapable of putting clothes on in any sort of decent manner.”

Tristan finds himself relaxing a little. This seems to be the norm for them, but surely... surely The King had a line somewhere, and a servant just flat out refusing to be disciplined must be where it lies?

Arthur just scoffs, and Tristan angles his head in such a way that he can see him roll his eyes:

“Fuck off.”

Merlin grins, seeming to cast a suspicious gaze over the room to make sure no one was watching and somehow completely missing Tristan stood just there, before saying quietly:

“You love me really, you prat.”

With that, Merlin reaches up to yank at a lock of The King’s hair before hurrying off in the direction of the courtyard before Arthur can react. The King jumps slightly, clearly caught by surprise as an annoyed flush rises on his face, but Tristan just frowns in confusion when his shock gives way to a softly amused smile.

Huh.

The next few times Tristan saw Merlin made him fear for the servant’s safety. He was being taken on hunts by The King and his knights, that’s meant to be for squires, to learn the ropes and gain experience in tracking and riding.

He supposes it isn’t entirely unheard of for a servant to follow their master on a hunt, but with the way Merlin complains without pause, and The King in turn complains about his complaining, he thinks it would better for everyone if Merlin just... didn’t go. When he brings it up to another servant, a lovely woman named Guinevere who had helped him get unlost at least three times in his first week, she just laughs and smiles at him pityingly:

“I wouldn’t worry, those two have been like that forever, they’re practically inseparable.”

Tristan responds with a rather intelligent sounding:

“...What?”

Gwen laughs softly again, shaking her head and patting his shoulder consolingly:

“You’ll get used to it, they’re just... like that.”

She gives him one more smile before turning to wave the boys out of the gates and walking back to the castle as if this were the most normal thing in the world. Tristan supposes that it probably is.

The next time Tristan sees Merlin leave the city gates with the knights, Sir Elyan, Sir Mordred, and Sir Lancelot this time, it’s distinctly worse. Because he’d caught sight of the patrol rota last time he ran food down to the training ground, and he was certain that those three had a city patrol right about now.

Before he even has time to gape in shock, he hears Merlin’s pleading voice as he trails Sir Elyan like a lost puppy:

“Please, El, I promise to stay out of the way, I will do anything, but I swear to the Gods if I have to spend one more minute around that prat, I’ll hurl myself from the battlements.”

Swearing to the Gods and threating to hurl various people, including himself, from significant heights seems to be some sort of theme for The King’s manservant. Before Tristan can consider the implications of that, Sir Elyan turns to Merlin with a wide, teasing grin on his face:

“You know, I would’ve let you tag along for free, Merlin, but now that you’ve promised me something I feel the need to take advantage.”

Tristan tenses at that, a shot of ice spiking down his spine. He has keen eyes and sharp ears, he knows that Sir Elyan is the lovely Gwen’s brother, Sir Mordred seems to have an... odd worship for the servant, and he’s definitely picked up on the close bond between Merlin and Sir Lancelot, but is this where Camelot’s image comes crashing down in Tristan’s head? He knew that it was better here for servant’s than other Kingdoms, but there are always people who’ll take advantage of their position, no matter where you are. Merlin’s shoulders just drop and he asks in a sulking voice:

“What do you want?”

Tristan grits his teeth, moving his gaze so no one would catch him glaring at the knight as he tries to figure out a way to help, a way to get this virtual stranger out of being... abused, in such a manner. If he’d carried on glaring, he would’ve noticed Elyan’s soft smile and amused raised eyebrow:

“Next time you gather herbs for Gaius, bring back some more of those flowers that you got for Gwen. She said they added vibrancy to the house, whatever that means, but they make her happy, so...-”

Merlin just giggles and nods and Tristan relaxes, looking back to them with a confused smile on his face. That was... actually kind of sweet, he can definitely see the resemblance between the knight and his sister:

“-AND I want whatever Arthur’s having for dinner tonight, his food always looks way nicer than ours.”

Merlin lets out a faux annoyed groan, but then rolls his eyes and grins, nodding:

“Consider it done. Can we go now? I really don’t want to risk him seeing me and giving me some stupid chore to do.”

Elyan laughs and nods, and the four of them begin making their way out of the courtyard and into the city. Sir Lancelot finally joins the conversation, clearly amused as he says:

“You know it’s literally your job to do chores, right?”

Merlin turns to glare at him as Sir Mordred and Sir Elyan laugh, and Tristan only just hears his reply as the castle gates shut behind them:

“Fuck off.”

Tristan decides it would be pointless to bring this up to anyone again, he figures he’ll probably just get the same answer as last time.

The next confusing incident happens only a few days later. But Tristan supposes that at this point... it really shouldn’t be confusing. Gwen was right, he did just... get used to it.

He heard the steps pounding down the corridor before he saw him, but they were coming fast and hard, so he presses himself against the wall, holding the tray to his side to protect it as best he could as Merlin comes skidding round the corner.

He stops just long enough for Tristan to calm himself by spying the wide grin on his face, but he’s quickly sprinting down the hall again, laughing as he waves whatever it is he’s got clutched in his hands. The second set of loud, rapid footsteps stops Tristan from stepping away from the wall quite yet. Just a moment later, Sir Gwaine follows Merlin’s skidded path around the corner, though the heavier man overshoots slightly and he runs into the wall opposite Tristan with a crash and a deep groan.

The rebellious knight gives a wide-eyed Tristan an awkward nod before pushing himself off the wall and following Merlin’s blazing trail, screaming down the corridor:

“I warned you Merlin!! Don’t come between a man and his ale, now give that back you bastard!”

Tristan hears Merlin’s laughter grow louder, even from the two corridors away that the other servant had managed to race to.

He shrugs to himself, waiting for a moment to see if anyone else was going to come barrelling around the corner before sighing, and continuing his journey up to the visiting Lord’s chambers.

It was unusual, he thought, how quickly he’d come to terms with the fact that a servant was sassing The King and pranking the knights and inviting himself on various hunts and patrols that he really had no business on. Unusual indeed.

He’d learnt to ignore it. Or at least brush it off.

In the two weeks since Merlin had (presumably) stolen Sir Gwaine’s skin of ale, he’d seen the servant call The King a long list of imaginative insults (what the hell is a dollop head?), walk around with Sir Leon’s cloak on because he was a little chilly, accuse someone of treason (and somehow been right about it), and threaten to kill at least seven people; including, but not limited to: The King himself, The King’s already dead father, some stuck up Noble (though that was under his breath, Tristan just happened to be stood next to him), and Sir Percival.

And Gwen was... absolutely right. He's just... like that. He's Merlin, and that’s what Merlin does.

So when he turns a corner in a rarely used to corridor to see him pressing The King against a wall, snogging the life out of him, Tristan simply turns around and walks back the other way. Both of them look fairly happy with the arrangement, and they’d probably chosen this corridor for the exact same reason Tristan had: it was out of everyone’s way, and was unlikely to be inhabited.

He thinks it’s odd, how... un-odd he finds it. He absent-mindedly thinks that, with the way they acted around each other, he really should’ve seen this coming. A sudden thought occurs to him, and he ducks into a storage cupboard, laying his tray down carefully as he rummages through the boxes. He lets out a quiet “Yay” when he finds what he’s looking for, carefully picking up his tray with only one hand and nudging the door open again with his hip.

He walks back towards the corner he had just turned (and turned again) making a conscious effort to keep his steps quiet; he places the danger sign, usually used where walls had collapsed or windows had been smashed, in the middle of the corridor, a clear indication of “Do Not Enter”.

He nods smugly at his quick thinking and easy handy work before mentally planning the quickest route to the kitchens and following it hurriedly.

He casually wonders if he has time to circle around to the other end of the corridor so he could put another sign down before Cook gets angry at him for being late. Probably not. At least, not before they... finish up and move on. Hmm. He suddenly panics about the thought of them seeing the sign and knowing that someone had spotted them but... well. Hopefully they would just appreciate it and move on.

Yet again, he decides not to bring this up to anyone. He may or may not have overheard a few of the knights making some sort of bet, and he may or may not want to watch on with amusement as they fail to realise that all of them have already lost.

Tristan smiles to himself; working here had turned out to be rather entertaining, in the end.

THE END

I know it’s short, but I really didn’t know what else to add without it sounding like I was just repeating myself over and over😅

I hope y’all enjoyed it!!

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vegalocity · 2 years

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A Place for Stories

I don't do Carrds or anything so i'm gonna level with you guys, this is a very simple post for me to pin up as general fandom information.

My name is Vega, I'm interested in a lot of things, I'm an artist/writer and I make dumb crossovers and sad AUs

I have several current projects and several complete ones

there's a lot of them so this is going under a cut, but here's my art tag and here's my writing tag and here's my AO3

AUs/stories i'm working on/have completed are for these fandoms

Boku no Hero Academia

Gravity Falls

Lego Monkie Kid

The Owl House

Miraculous Ladybug

Undertale

the status of any of these stories doesn't matter, if you're curious about literally any of them, or if you saw that i reblogged a prompt meme recently and want to see something in any of these AUs/stories

BNHA

The Magi Underground

On God I am still working on this. But it's what it says on the tin. Magical Girls and magical warriors still very much exist in the work of heroes and Quirks, they just have to be much more secret

Ships: Bakugou Katsuki/Hanasaki Momoko (Bakupeach) Miscellaneous other crossover ships

-in progress but it's slow bc there are SO many magical girl series i'm putting in here-

Undertale/Mister Peabody and Sherman

Twice Burned and Thrice Shy

Chara and Asriel were both revived, but Chara and Frisk have very... differing views on exactly who is responsible for some... certain timelines... And unfortunately for Chara, Frisk got to tell their story first. Chara ends up running into an unlikely dynamic duo, and finds before too long, that they aren't bereft of having people in their corner. Another human child, and the possible dog-monster that acts as his father are very invested in helping them out.

Ships: None

-In Progress but slow because this fic is too damn complex for speedy updates-

Miraculous Ladybug

Miraculous Rewrite

This is a project that had been hatched between myself and @gererrin, we rewrote the entirety of Miraculous Ladybug in the span of 4 seasons, serializing the narrative while also letting many episodes exist in standalone format, focused more on worldbuilding and character arcs, and also a healthy dose of queer characters, polyamory, and an actual sliding threat scale

Ships: So many

-Complete, spinoffs in progress-

LMK

Oblivion

if you know me for anything from LMK it's probably this fic series/AU Basis.

A second Porty Clone had been summoned and slipped away during a battle set in the indeterminate future, and comes into possession of a very dangerous magical artifact; a record with the ability to brainwash demons, and he's got his sights set on a certain fire demon he knows his creator is sweet on

(this is a psychological horror so mind the warnings, also there's a bad ending that's bore quite a lot of fruit)

Ships: Spicynoodles, but like, don't root for a happy ending for it

-on Hiatus-

Tyrant Prince

This is a splinter of the Oblivion AU, more specifically the Bad End version where Porty Clone was able to make Xiaotian believe that this whole thing is Good Actually.

You know what they say about absolute power

AKA the Traffic Light Trio deserve a villain au or two that aren't swap aus or possession aus

Ships: Spicynoodles, Freenoodles, Ironbull, Silktea (they're all like super fucked up though) and Cyberhunt (the only not fucked up one)

-in progress, being fleshed out by an rp with @unseelie-robynx so you can ask her for details too-

White Bone Amnesia AU

Xiaotian is the actual son of Sun Wukong, MK on the other hand doesn't remember much of anything of his own past from before he worked at Pigsy's Noodles, he's not the only one with memory issues.

Ships: Spicynoodles, MksDadsShipping

-Currently being reworked-

The Little Detective

This isn't TECHNICALLY an AU, but it's the main story for my OC, a six year old child detective named Wong Minyi, looking for her missing Father and getting into schenanigans in the world of Magic and monsters and solving some mysteries while she's there. (Syntax her father is Syntax this is not a secret) (also here's Minyi's general character tag if you just want more information on her)

Ships: None (though maybe some in the Minyi general tag bc she's a fun minor character to have in ship stories sometimes)

-in progress but its slow-

Animorphs AU

The Lady Bone Demon is replaced as the major antagonist with the Yeerk empire. a mishmash of Animorphs and Monkey Kid plotlines full of new allies new enemies, and the horrors of War and such

Ships: Tripsun/Tangsun/this ship has too many names, Pigsy/Tang/Syntax, Xiaojiao/Aximili, Spicynoodles, Ironbull

-In progress-

Theatre AU

Well it can't all be sad in here, this is my token patented Civillian AU, The Flower Fruit Theatre is one of the most popular shoestring budget theaters in the city, entertaining the masses with reasonably priced musicals with casts of college students and some old greats only slightly past their prime, they also find themselves in a one-sided rivalry with the most expensive hoity toity 'musicals are for fools' theatres in the city, the Bull King's Chambermen.

Ships: Spicynoodles, Peachtea

-not actively on hiatus but not currently being worked on-

Princess Bride AU

Its what it says on the tin, Red Son is Buttercup, Xiaotian is Wesley, the casting falls from there

Ships: Spicynoodles

-completed, getting additional scenes written up for the AO3 release-

Atlantis: The Lost Empire AU

On god i am working on this; summary to come later.

Ships: To be determined

-in progress-

Owl House

Prisoner Princess Luz

Belos has decided to adopt the human that's been causing him problems.

Her opinion on the matter is wholly irrelevant.

This is a dark one my guys.

Ships: Raeda, Lumity, Scarlow

-in progress, currently being reworked-

Gravity Falls

Equivalent Exchange

i kinda hate that i'm putting this here because it's so old, but for the sake of completion it's going here.

Gravity falls Madoka Magical crossover AU. Mabel Pines has been scoped out by the Kyubey, typical Madoka Magica dark things ensure

Ships: None

-completed-

#vega speaks #monkie kid #Lego Monkie kid #Boku no hero academia #Miraculous Ladybug #Gravity falls #The Owl House #Undertale

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ryosmne · 3 years

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Safe Place.

Yakuza! Nanami Kento x gn Reader

Hello everyone, this fic is in collaboration with my dear friend @sunfloweroranges you can read their fic here :D

I kind of changed my writing style for this one, I'm trying out different things so let me know how it goes, feedback is always welcome, that's all from me hope you have a good time reading 💜

Summary: You're clueless

Warnings: mentions of blood, mature themes, mentions of murder and head chopping, language, yandare Nanami if you squint.

Grocery shopping is never fun when you're alone, especially making your way back home in the cold winter months, it gets dark so early.

A slight twist of your gut had made you walk back home in a faster pace. Turning your head every couple of steps, you never saw anything, yet this feeling never left even when you got through the main entrance of your apartment complex.

The elevator was broken once more, and you were already out of breath from rushing back, as you took the first steps up, your next door neighbor, who looked way too scary for your own liking bumped your shoulder on his way down.

Jeez he's in a hurry today.

Mumbling a quick apology, even though he was the one that was at fault, you quickly found the strength to run up the stairs and lock yourself in. Some short of commotion was coming from outside the complex that you didn't really care to hear.

That pink haired guy, your neighbor, who was build like a damn door, always got himself in some short of trouble, hearing him yell profanities or even throwing punches was a far too often occurance.

Why did he have to live right next door?

It's safe to say you did the best to keep the hell away from him, not that he seemed to bother with you, neitherless he was fucking scary.

Kento was ten minutes late, he was never late, except for the days that he had to clean up someone's mess, the days someone underestimated the power he held or the days someone dared speak your name. He wouldn't even tell them 'dont you dare speak their name' or anything along those lines. There was no warning when it came to mentioning yo,u only taking immediate action.

Naturally you were in the dark about all of that, Kento -or Ken as you would often referred to him as- kept you far far away from the darkness of his world. That was his way of keeping you safe and at the same time having you as his personal way out of his work and in his defence he didn't completely lie about his employment. He was an investor, just a bit of a different stock market than what you had in mind.

As far as you knew, Nanami Kento was an extremely successful business man, he chalked up his tattoo covered body as just his preferred style, since he is this good at what he does, he likes to say that his work place doesn't give a damn about his ink covered skin and the expensive gifts that he always pressures you to accept are just another benefit of his high profile job.

"Darling, I hope you didn't start without me." Wrapping your arms around your extremely sweet boyfriend you left a small kiss on his lips watching as the corners tagged upwards in an equally sweet smile the moment your lips left his.

"Of course not Ken, it's Friday remember?" Fridays are the established date nights in, you and Kento cook and dine together. More often than not you end up slow dancing to some jazz, or with you laying on his chest Infront of the fireplace, listening to his heartbeat, talking about life while he strokes your hair until the dawn.

Tossing him an apron, after he -like the gentleman he is- tied yours, you got to work on today's dish: Chorizo carbonara.

"You're never late on Fridays, bad day at work?"

You spoke while slicing some papers.

"Yeah, the stocks are all over the place and it's getting me stressed, but it's our night darling, anything else isn't of importance."

Kento always found a way of distracting you when it came to talking about his day, he is always quite vague and when his palm rested on the small of your back gazing down at you with those adoring eyes, it's hard to keep focused on anything other than him.

"Why don't you tell me about your day love?"

He always asked you that, Kento is in awful need of the calm that the mundane life you live carries. He craves to feel that, he still loves the power he holds over people, the way the mare mention of his name makes others tremble in fear of what the man will do to them shall they not comply to his requests -more accurately orders-

"Thankfully work was pretty good today, I finished grocery shopping so we could cook, I got us that wine you really loved too. The neighbor is being weird again but that's not new, maybe moving out isn't a bad idea."

Everything was like music to Kento's ears untill that last sentence. You had mentioned moving out before, but Kento always found a way to convince you not to. The rent was good, this house is close to your work, he would always reason with you until you changed your mind. He never pushed too hard fearing that you'd suspect something, but you only smiled and ended up agreeing with him.

You see, unbeknownst to you, your weird neighbor is Nanami's most trusted man, he's protecting you twenty four hours a day, even as you walked up the stairs today he dealt with another threat that was headed right your way. No, you cannot move before you know everything, but Nanami can't bring himself to break your bubble, he loves you and you love him, the real him, he would never scare you by letting you take a peek at his point of view. Maybe he should run away with you afterall.

"He doesn't look that bad, love. I'm sure he wouldn't hurt a fly."

Nanami knew he was capable of a lot more than that but it was true, your neighbor was an ally and although he would hurt lots of people, you were on the list of people to be protected and Sukuna took his bosses orders very seriously.

"Besides, my love, anyone would have to get through me first before attempting to lay a finger on you."

With the way his lips moulded on yours and his velvety tone, how could you not believe every single word that just came out of his mouth. Kento would die before letting anything happen to you, that little statement helped bring you comfort.

"You must really love my house Ken, can you pass me the butter?"

The moment your back was turned, Kento let out a breath of relief. That little voice in his head he always pushed away yelled at him to tell you everything, he burried it in the back of his mind once more.

"Can you believe that? I swear she drives me insane- Ken are you listening to me?"

That was weird, Kento always gave you his full attention. Perhaps he was tired today.

"Yes darling, you were talking about that Satoru guy, the one who annoys you at work."

Yeah you were, but that was while you were still eating, about twenty minutes ago.

"Babe, you're tired, let's go to bed, we can pick up where we left off another time, you need to rest."

The habit of staying up all night on Fridays had really stuck, but sleeping when your partner clearly needed to, is very much on schedule although it rarely ever happened.

Getting up from the sofa, tagging at Kento's arm to follow you to the bedroom had Kento irritated at how concerned you grew for him. He still feels you're too good at times, all the time to be exact.

You only heard him sigh before he pulled you back on the sofa, having lost your balance in his sudden move, you landed on top of him.

"Stay with me a little longer my love, I'm sorry I spaced out, I'm all ears for you now."

Another invitation for you to just talk to him, he didn't care about what. Kento loved the tone of your voice, how it changed pitch depending on what emotion you held or what you were talking about. His voice was quite monotone, like everyone else's around him. He had to grow thick skin and throw away all short of feelings, but everything he locked away years ago came rushing back the moment he spilled coffee on you six months ago. You hadn't even complained about the burning sensation on your skin as he helped clean you up, you just gave Kento a smile telling him that everything was fine and these things happen.

In his world they don't, someone can breathe the wrong way and lose their head, all it took was your damn smile and that statement to get him to need something different than what he had. Kento never thought he missed a thing, he found out how wrong he was that very day.

Sometimes he wished he never took the time to help you out back then, but that was only because he didn't know that he'd put you through all this.

"So I'm just sat there in a staring contest over the last price of cake, I won but my eyes still feel a bit dry."

You laughed, Kento stared down at you with a fond smile, your head on his lap and your hands tangled in his, brushing his knuckles and examining every bit of his skin with such care, God you were beautiful all over.

While Kento's hands were very interesting a small detail in the cuff of his shirt got your stomach to drop.

"Ken, is that blood?"

He swore he cleaned up, he always cleaned up before coming back to you, he never missed a single splatter. Maybe rushing home after not one, but two people tried to harm you today put him on edge.

He had missed a single drop. He was absolutely disgusted that even that tiny part of someone who dared to say the name y/n out loud infront of him and even threatened your existence was anywhere near you.

"Sweetheart that's probably tomato sauce from cooking, thanks for pointing it out, you know I hate staining my clothes, I'll go change."

Your meal didn't contain tomato sauce.

Why was your gut telling you that something was off?

Kento seemed a bit tense tonight, was it just a bad day at work?

He never really conversed on his profession. The huge dragon that started from the back of his thigh, ended on his left shoulder covering his entire back was just his 'style'. You swore you heard him talk to the pink haired man who lived next door but he told you he was on the phone. Everything little bit of suspicious behaviour you had previously payed no mind to, came to you. On top of that what was his reason to lie about a drop of blood on his sleeve? He could've said it was a paper cut or something, Why did he lie?

Behind the bathroom door Kento only cursed at him self.

Why didn't he lie better?

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #yakuza nanami #au nanami kento #jjk drabbles #jjk anime #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu kaisen oneshot

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stayarmytinyzenmoa-l · 3 years

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Without a Trace [Ch. 2]

Vigilantes AU

TW: Language, Mentions of Murder, Explosions, Blood, Implications of Abuse, Implications of Alcoholism,

Genre: Drama, Angst, Light Comedy

Pairing: ATEEZ x Reader

Y/N Pronouns: Not Specified

Summary: Vigilante work has been outlawed, thus sending nine prominent vigilantes either into retirement or into lower ground and, while some abide by the law, a few continue on. Then, one day, a greater threat forces these vigilantes to come together once again, regardless of the law.

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Word Count: 5.3K

Notes: Yup, now we’re up to speed with word count HAHAHAHA but things are really starting to pick up now, maybe, Limitless Podcast on its way!

General Tag List: @vickylamore @yeongwvnhi @mizzdivagirl7-blog @sehunnies-hunnie96 @yangsrose @bat-shark-repellant @cloudreads @raeincitizen @here-aeth @lofied @lune1897

Without a Trace: @thatnelsy @sunsethw4

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

“Here, I got it,” Eric walked up next to you, grabbed one of the extra boxes stacked in your hands, and held it easily under his arm. “What’s with you? Just go back and grab the rest later.”

“I’m a one trip kind of person,” you laughed. “Do you have the key?”

“Yup,” Eric pulled it out of his pocket and shook it in his hand.

“And did you lock the car?”

“Definitely, I double-checked,” Eric nodded.

“Shut the fuck up!” A loud voice boomed in the room next to you and you both shut your mouths.

“Are you… are you sure you don’t want to just stay with my parents a little longer?” You asked him in a quiet voice.

“Yup, definitely, I think your dad’s mad that I’m not being a breadwinner or something,” Eric sighs. “The complex is just… a bit of a fixer-upper.”

“Fixer-upper? Eric, I think we’re going to get killed here,” you mumbled. He raises his hand up to shove away a glass bottle and it smashes against the creaky floors beneath you. “Oh, fucking hell, how’d you see that coming?” You asked him.

“Uh… lucky guess,” he shrugs.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” a tentative voice trembled while she stumbled out of the open door. She knelt on the ground and cleaned up the glass shards.

“It’s fine, let me help with that,” you placed the various boxes on the floor and helped the woman pick up the larger of the shards. “Everything alright?”

“Yes. Everything’s fine.”

“Yuna! Get back in here!” A louder voice shouted. Yuna picked up the remaining pieces in a hurry.

“Congratulations on moving in, please make yourselves comfortable,” she excused herself and shut the door behind her. You and Eric looked at each other quickly before you grabbed the boxes again and continued down to your apartment.

“I hope she’s alright,” Eric looked over his shoulder. He jams the key in the door and opens it. “You go in first,” he continues looking around the hall while you walk inside.

Despite the questionable hallways of the complex, the apartment itself was somewhat cozy. It was a small one bed and one bath apartment and in surprisingly good condition. You placed the boxes on the kitchenette counter and started opening a few.

“Safe to say that we shouldn’t invite anyone here,” Eric locks the door behind him.

“Eric are you sure there aren’t better places to move into?”

“Of course! Rent here’s like $200 monthly.”

“Gee, I wonder why.”

“Oh, come on, (Y/N), we’ll be fine!”

“Eric, we’re on top of a strip club.”

“It’s all good, it’s our own place, and it’s a start,” he reassures you.

“If I die.”

“Oh my god, don’t be so dramatic.”

“I want you to put your name under my cause of death.”

“Deal,” Eric laughs he reaches into one of the boxes, pulls out the plates and bowls, and starts putting them into cupboards.

“Before I forget,” you walked to the conjoined living room and started taking pillows out of boxes to toss onto the couch. “Giselle asked if we can join them at the Mad Dog.”

“Tell her yeah, we’re like a good few blocks away from there.”

“Eric we are not walking there.”

“I’m just saying,” Eric closed the cupboards and moved to the living room, falling onto the couch. “What time?”

“In half an hour,” you checked your watch.

“What? Why are you just telling me this now?”

“We were kind of busy, I don’t know, moving in,” you laughed and pushed his head gently. “I’m going to go change out of this now, I have dust all over me, geez.”

“Wait, wait, I’m coming too,” Eric hopped off and followed you into the bedroom.

Thus leading you to about an hour later, sitting in one of the booths at the lounge you used to frequent all the time and listening to your surroundings with your, slightly annoying, boyfriend sitting next to you.

“Happy spring everyone! Now that we’re all settled from the new year, let’s strive to make this 2019 a good one! Start your April off right with some spring cleaning,” the chipper voice of the news anchor filled the lounge area. Adults of all ages worked on whatever or had quiet conversations of phones or with each other and, somewhere near the back, the sound of a coffee machine was just barely audible. The sun was shining that day and the weather was very nearly perfect. You and Eric were originally going to have a picnic in the park until your friends asked to meet up with you both, and now here you were, waiting for some very late people.

“Do you hear that?” Eric asks you. He leans on your shoulder and you lightly leaned your head against his. Your eyes were glued to your phone while you looked through Twitter. The various posts about masked vigilantes beating up bad guys and saving the city. You had no idea what to think of it, really. One day some person who went by “Leviathan” started kicking ass and suddenly more masked vigilantes popped up. If anything, it was rather chaotic, and the politics behind it all just made the whole thing muddled, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t at the very bit interested. You wanted to talk to one, figure out what’s going on in their heads and what pushed them into becoming these fantastical heroes you see every time you opened Twitter.

“Hmm?”

“It’s a sign.”

“For?”

“For you to become a more organized person.”

“Oh, shut up!” You pushed his head off of your shoulder and he fell onto your lap instead. A notification pinged at the top of your phone and you tapped on it while you ran your fingers through Eric’s hair, softly massaging the top of his head while you responded to the group chat.

“Who are you texting?”

“The others, they’re taking forever,” you leaned your head against the back of the booth and grabbed Eric’s coffee, drinking some of it before setting it back down.

“What do you think?”

“Kind of bitter,” you flipped your phone over on the table and sighed. “But I’m definitely more awake now, that’s for sure,” you laughed.

“Nice, but I was talking about the whole vigilante thing,” Eric points up at your Twitter feed. “I think it’s kind of cool, kind of dangerous, but kind of cool.”

“Yeah, me too. I don’t know, I feel like with every new vigilante there’s a new “villain” that shows up to get rid of them. It’s all kind of messy, I think,” you liked a few pictures. “But some of these vigilantes are really cool.”

“And some are… questionable.”

“Yup,” you laughed and showed him a tweet about the vigilante Justin Seagull. Apparently, they had stopped a robbery at an electronics store and for a reward, the owner gave him a free PC and monitor, so that was the upside to it. However, that was the last time he was active, which led you and many others to wonder what exactly it was that motivates some of these vigilantes. “But definitely entertaining.”

“Yeah… I don’t know, it’s weird,” Eric sighs.

“Why so?”

“I just feel like anything can happen now that there’s so much of them, and with them equally flashy villains who we don’t even know why they’re here. Which is the one who apologized recently?”

“Uh… the name escapes me, but I know who you’re talking about. The one who basically just said “I just wanted attention, I didn’t mean for people to die” right?”

“Yeah! That one! It’s crazy, I wonder how the hell people can be so… I don’t even know what to call it, maybe ignorant.”

“Once people start dying it’s a whole other story,” you turned your phone off.

You and Eric had been in a well-established relationship for quite some time now, you were nearing your second year anniversary, actually. Sure, he was a bit of a handful but so were you and thus it balances out. You had both met when you unceremoniously spilled coffee on him while you and your now best friend Giselle were rushing to the DNA concert and the rest was history. You were at a point where you both could be real with each other, transparent even. You both didn’t have any secrets to hide, that much was for sure.

Speaking of Giselle, you wondered what was taking them so long. The five of you had agreed to meet at this lounge to just get caught up since everyone had been so busy and Giselle, being the responsible friend of the group, insisted that she could easily pick up the other two boys on the way. However, that was nearly an hour ago, and to say you were worried was nothing short of an understatement, regardless of whether they were on their way or not.

“Have you been talking to Jisung lately?”

“Han Jisung?” He asks and you nod in confirmation. “Uh… not as often as we used to, why?” Eric stayed in his spot on your lap and moved his legs up in an attempt to fit his entire body into the booth.

“Just curious, I usually talk to Giselle and Jeno, but Jisung’s a whole different person,” you hummed and shifted under him. Jisung was a friend of Eric’s who was the most recent to join this makeshift friend group. Though he typically kept to himself, he was always present whenever the group agreed to meet up, he’d occasionally add his input, but that was it. Though he had an uncanny ability to see through the others. “Plus, he rarely talks in the group chat.”

“Yeah, he’s been kinda on his own lately,” Eric yawns. “I’m gonna take a nap, wake me up when they get here, okay?”

“Sure thing,” you draped your sweater’s sleeve over his eyes so he could rest better while you looked up at the news network.

“And now Dr. Jung Jaehyun, professor of Criminology at SKU, and his statement on vigilante justice.”

“Hello, everyone, and good afternoon. In the wake of an influx of vigilante justice, I’d like to make clear that vigilantes, at this current moment, seem to be working in favor of the general public. They’re very aware of how we perceive them and, as we have observed, they’re very interactive with people’s opinions on their actions and they act accordingly. It is the fact that they work in the general interest and leave the legalities to the authorities, in the end, is what greatly distinguishes them from other criminals that many paint them as…”

“Hello, lovebirds!” Jeno slid next to you, subsequently pressing Eric’s legs against the wall and smashing you between them.

Lee Jeno was somewhat of an energizer, a bit of a mom friend, and definitely the one who checks up on the other friends the most. You always saw him as the more responsible one of the quintet despite appearances, and he was oddly observant of everyone and everything. Sometimes you felt like he could read everyone’s minds.

“Argh… what the fuck?” Eric sounded more drowsy than pissed while he sat up in the booth. His head followed Giselle and Jisung slowly. “Oh, hey, everyone.”

“Sorry we’re so late,” Giselle collapses on the table. “Traffic… and Jisung’s dog tore up my back seat.”

Uchinaga Aeri, or Giselle as you all called her, was one you had known for the longest. It was through her that you met Eric, actually. Giselle was the self-proclaimed responsible friend, which was already telling enough, but she was also the first with a driver’s license so it was best that no one questioned her.

“He didn’t tear it up, he just lightly chewed on the headrests,” Jisung corrects her.

“But, that’s not why we’re here today,” Giselle speaks over him. “How’ve you two been? I feel like we haven’t properly spoken in forever.”

“Oh, we’re good. We’re finally settled into the… uh… apartment,” you laughed.

“That’s good! At least you guys got a place,” Jeno stretches his arms over his head and tucked them behind his head. “Where’s it at? When’s the house warming?”

“About that,” you cleared your throat, your mind flashing back to the day you moved into the apartment when you were so nicely greeted by the interesting people you would become neighbors with. “We don’t think we’re going to have one… at the apartment.”

“What? Why not?” Giselle asks.

“Instead, Eric and I decided to treat you all today!” You nudged him and he nodded quickly.

“Yeah, definitely, it’s just our neighbors,” Eric dismisses the topic. “But anyway, how have you guys been? Sorry, we kinda drifted while we moved. We basically ghosted you all for like, what, a couple of weeks?”

“Try a month,” Giselle teases.

“No, no, it’s fine! Moving’s a big event,” Jisung cuts in. “You’re all moved in for sure? You don’t need us to come help?”

“No!” You and Eric both responded at the same time and the other three eyed you both suspiciously.

“Are you two—” Jeno is cut off by a loud explosion echoing across the street. Your head whips towards the window, watching the chaos unfold in the streets. Eric pushed you and Jeno off of the couch just as the windows shook and cracked.

“We have to get out of here,” Eric tapped your shoulder lightly at first, but when gunshots rang, he pulled you up before Jeno and pushed Giselle and Jisung behind him. You stumbled back, the news stations switching to breaking news all around. This was the obvious downside to the rise of vigilante justice. Everyone assumed that it would bring criminal activity down and, while it did, it rose the overall danger of them. Just the other day you heard about a shootout between a vigilante and their “nemesis” that resulted in multiple civilian deaths, and now? A whole bank just blew up. Some days you wished the masked crusaders stayed in the confines of pages. “Go!” Eric pushed the group back as the window gave in entirely.

“This just in, Park and Kim Jewelers are currently under fire by the two criminals Lady Midnight and Steelhead. They have revealed that they will hold on to the hostages until the police force releases Cosmonaut from their custody. If more than two hours elapse, they will open fire.”

“Crap,” Eric curses under his breath while the group finally got out of the lounge. He turned to run back in and you grabbed his wrist.

“What? What’s wrong? Let’s go, Eric!” You look over his shoulder.

“I’ll catch up with you guys in a second, yeah? I think I saw someone in there.”

“Save it for the vigilantes, Eric!”

“We will keep you updated on the scene, although it seems like two or three vigilantes are currently en route to Main Street.”

“They’ll be too busy with the store, I’ll be right back, promise!” Eric pulls his hand out of your grasp and sprints back into the lounge. You made a move to follow, but Jisung held you back.

“We can wait for him away from a kill zone, (Y/N), let’s go!” Jisung urges you. Giselle only nods.

“Eric’s not stupid, he’ll be back, let’s just go,” she is about to say more until an officer shouted at the group to head to a safer area.

“I’ll catch up to you guys too,” you ran back into the lounge.

“(Y/N)! Get back here!” Jeno was next to follow you.

“Are you two insane?!” Jisung third.

“We’re going to die, fucking hell, Eric, this is your fault!” Giselle was next, all four ignoring the officer’s shouts. “If we die, we die together, I can’t be alone here!” She shouts.

“Eric?!” You ran into the empty lounge and turned in a full circle, trying to spot the trigger happy boy anywhere. “Where the hell is he?”

“Eric’s going to get himself killed, fuck,” Jisung caught his breath while he looked around. The lounge was certainly messier, with the broken windows resulting from the distant explosion and the general mess from the stampeding retreaters, it was fascinating how anyone’s life can change in a second, especially when there was an uncountable number of people trying to play hero and the people who are for whatever reason in their way. You look towards the doors of the bank just in time for two people to come tumbling out and into the already narrow streets.

“Oh hell no!” Giselle gasps. “Shit, let’s just get out of here!”

“We still haven’t found Eric!” Jeno reasons.

“Maybe we missed him on his way out,” Jisung looks back to the entrance of the lounge. Just as the group argued, the two villains focused on them, neither moving nor making a single sound.

“Word in from the authorities on scene, Lady Midnight and Steelhead have just executed all hostages.”

“Great going, (Y/N), you got us all killed,” Jisung snarks.

“Not dead yet,” you argued. Lady Midnight took a step towards the group and you all huddled together, too afraid to move even the slightest. Steelhead brought their gun up and trained it at the group. “If we die here, Jeno it was me who stole your $50.”

“What?!”

“Riri and I bought the new Anti-Romantic album with it, please don’t hate us.”

“Are you both kidding me?!” Jeno looks over at you.

“(Y/N) why did you tell him?!”

“We’re about to get gunned down!”

“This is the least of our problems right now,” Jisung holds his hands up. In the flick of Lady Midnight’s wrist, Steelhead opens fire.

You could nearly count the seconds. The seconds before a large shield flew parallel to you with such precision, and the seconds before you heard the sounds of bullet cases hitting the floors. The shield ricocheted against the wall and you rebounded back to its owner. Wearing a mask that obscured their face entirely and a uniform-clad with steel, he readjusted the shield on his arm.

“You should probably leave,” the voice was masked by a heavy, but still understandable, distortion.

“Aegis! Look if Eric’s lost somewhere he’ll make sure he’s safe, now let’s go,” Giselle grabbed your arm and dragged you away from the scene.

“Yeah, no doubt,” Jeno nodded quickly and you all ran out of the lounge.

“This is such bull shit,” you muttered while you ducked your head at the sounds of fighting. “Eric! You fucking owe me, you jerk!” You shouted behind you.

“Have your lover’s quarrel later,” Jisung suddenly throws his hand out and stops the group as a woman steps in front of you.

“Are you kidding me…” you scoffed.

“Sorry, we can’t have any witnesses,” Lady Midnight flicked her wrist once more and a dagger slid out of her sleeve.

“(L/N) (Y/N), died by getting stabbed to death by a woman in midnight-themed lingerie,” you held your head in your hands.

“Sorry to crash the party!” The sound of a motorcycle revving its engine came fast, and before you could say anything, Lady Midnight was knocked off of her feet and dragged back into the lounge. Jeno gasped next to you and you turned to look at him, seeing him holding his phone up and live-streaming.

“Jeno?!”

“Oh god that was Blackout, Jaemin’s going to be so fucking jealous,” he says with a hint of amazement.

“Okay, cool the two weirdos with no lives are being handled by Aegis and Blackout, let’s go now, I have a final tonight and I can’t fucking die because my parents are co-signed to my loan so they’ll be charged if I do!” Giselle continues to push everyone back towards the safe zone marked by the holographic walls.

You stole one more look back, seeing the intense battle going on and hearing only bits of the conversations in between, all amidst the chaos around them. This was the ridiculous means to an end that followed vigilantes around, there’s always some villain who wants to one-up the other and fight a vigilante and no one would ever know their true motives unless they said it. It was completely fucking ridiculous.

The sounds of your footsteps echoed against the walls of the pristine hallway. Your watch read a simple 2:05 am July 27, 2021. Today was the day that Senator Johnson was to sign the extension of the Enforcement Reallocation Act, affecting all districts horrifically disproportionately and benefitting some than most. Although politics was never your forte, it was clear to anyone that it just made the already wide difference worse.

You stopped at the front of the Senator’s office, the door slightly ajar.

Choi San always did his work fast.

You opened the door and walked in.

The office was dark save for the overcast of moonlight from the central window, you took a step forward and heard a small and quiet splash of liquid. You looked down to your boots and saw the dark liquid that encircled it, just barely touching the ends of the cloak that concealed you.

“Swift as death,” he says behind you.

“Messy as pigs,” you snarked back, staring at the dead body on the floor. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt for you to be cleaner, this is just disgusting.” You stepped back and wiped the bottom of your shoe on the velvet rug.

“Gets the point across, I think,” San kicked off the wall behind you and walks up to the dead man, the quiet squishing sounds of drenched cloth louder in the silent hour. “He was your neighbor, right?”

“Yeah, kind of a despicable man,” you shrugged, watching San shove the body over with the front of his shoe. “Yuna finally moved out of my place though, she’s staying with Chan for now, but we’ll see how she does.”

“That’s good,” San rolls his shoulders back.

“What happened to you?” The question came out suddenly, you didn’t intend to interrogate him now.

“When something must be done, you do it before it comes back to bite you in the ass,” You could feel San’s frown in his voice, “you should know.”

“You,” you took a step forward, fully ready to go off on him, but you recollected yourself easily. “Here,” you dropped the suitcase right where the pool of blood stopped.

“What’s that?”

“It’s from Yunho, Hongjoong wants to put a team together,” you explained. “Someone’s been going around killing vigilantes.”

“I know,” San leans against the desk. “Saw your name on the list.”

“Yup,” you shook your head. “Look, just think about it, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” San steps over the dead body and grabs the handle of the case, drops of red dropping along the case. “Get home safely, I saw your lock was busted.”

“You know about that too?” You asked him.

“I was going to drop by to say hello and I saw it, figured you had it handled though,” San shrugs. Without saying anything more, he left the office.

“Fucking hell…”

The sound of glasses hitting wood was, in some way, rhythmic. There were hushed conversations mixed in with boisterous ones, and all of that surrounded by the thumps of footsteps and the creaks of chairs. But despite it all, two men sitting near the end of the bar managed to stay in their own world.

“How’s your retirement going, Mingi?” Seonghwa asks him. Mingi just hums, looking around the bar before answering.

“It’s alright, I’m working at the paper now…” Mingi answers. “I kind of miss it though, the adrenaline, the rush of whatever… but I don’t regret stopping, I’m afraid I would’ve ended up like San if I did.”

“Well, now’s your chance to rethink that,” Seonghwa stares into his glass. “It would be nice to have the man on the ground again.”

“I can’t believe I ever did that,” Mingi sighs. “So… that Charlatan person’s real then?” Mingi’s voice was hoarse.

“Unfortunately so, I just investigated the scene at Changbin’s house,” Seonghwa answers. He swirls the whiskey in his glass and sighs. “And now (Y/N)’s on the chopping block.”

“I’ve heard,” Mingi holds his head in his hands and places his elbows on the counter. “Fuck, I told (Y/N) to stop with that bull shit,” Mingi shakes his head and grabs his glass, drinking more of the red wine in it.

“Even if (Y/N) did… no doubt it would’ve just delayed the inevitable,” Seonghwa says. “It’s only a matter of time until our names are on that list.”

“We were careful.”

“So were the Aces.”

“(Y/N) and Jisung are on that list… what about Giselle? She’s literally a sitting duck.”

“Don’t reduce anyone to just that, Mingi,” Seonghwa’s voice was stern. “Either way, (Y/N)’s on the list, and no doubt we’re soon to follow,” Seonghwa pulls up the silver case and places it on the counter. “Think about it.”

“I will.” Mingi watched Seonghwa leave the bar. Seonghwa pulled the fedora over his head while he walked out into the heavy rains, he hoped the others were having more luck.

Wooyoung shoved the covers off of him. He was breathing heavily while he sat up in bed, his feet against the cold floors of the home. He reaches for his phone, knocking over however many pill bottles were on the nightstand in the process, and he tapped on a contact.

“Come on… pick up, please,” he says between gasps.

“This is Seo Changbin, I can’t reach the phone right now, so leave a message and I’ll call you back later,” there was a loud beep and Wooyoung stood up, walking around the messy room while speaking.

“Hey, Changbin, it’s Wooyoung again,” he starts. “I, uh, haven’t heard from you in a while. I keep having that dream again, the one I had after we retired, it won’t stop. And every time I sleep it just continues and… fuck, just… call me back, okay?” Wooyoung hangs up the phone, ignoring the twenty-eight outgoing calls he had made to the missing man.

He walks out of his bedroom and sits on the couch, staring blankly at the screen in front of him. He reached over for the remote and pressed the on button. Then the power went off entirely in his apartment.

“Seriously?” Wooyoung hits his head against the back of his couch. “Fucking kill me now…”

“Wooyoung.”

“Fuck! Who the hell?!” Wooyoung jumped up on his feet and looked around, his fists up and ready.

“Behind you, dumbass,” Wooyoung turned around to the TV screen that displayed a cartoonish monster on it.

“Yeosang, you know I have a door right? You don’t need to put me at risk of a heart attack every single time you decide to talk to me,” Wooyoung collapses on the couch.

“Maybe you should lay off the caffeine.”

“People are so wasteful! They order coffee then they never show up and why would we throw away a perfectly good drink?”

“Early death, I’m telling you.”

“Just come out already! Your stupid hehetmon is hurting my eyes.”

“Don’t disrespect hehetmon that way,” Yeosang’s distorted voice was one Wooyoung was long used to. “Anyway, I’m not actually there… for reasons, I kind of have to stick to home base.”

“Is it because of that Charlatan person?” Wooyoung asks. “I saw (Y/N)’s name on their list,” Wooyoung shook his head.

“Yes. Look, Hongjoong’s looking to bring a team together.”

“No! No, nope, no, no! I don’t want to do it, I want nothing to do with any of that!” Wooyoung stood up again and pointed a finger at the TV, he turns quickly and stubs his toe against a suitcase. “What the hell is this?!”

“Thanks for considering, Wooyoung, I’ll tell Hongjoong that you’d think about it,” Yeosang’s voice was taunting.

“What? I said no! I’m personally enjoying working as a barista! I do not want to go back to beating people up for no reason!” Wooyoung argues. The screen shuts off and he groans loudly. Then it turns back on again with an entirely different image, one that caused Wooyoung’s jaw to hang ajar in pure and utter terror.

“Oh, Hongjoong, long time no see,” Jongho shoots the basketball into its hoop easily. “What brings you to this side?”

“I’ll just cut to the chase, Jongho,” Hongjoong places a suitcase at the outbounds of the court. “Join my team.”

“What, do you need a point guard or something?” Jongho jokingly asks. Hongjoong’s face remained serious and Jongho just laughed. “Serious then, huh? What for? Vigilante justice is technically illegal, you know.”

“Have you heard of the Charlatan? The person who’s killing off vigilantes?”

“The person who wants to kill (Y/N), right? Yeah, of course, I was going to go check-up and make sure that Charlatan didn’t get the opportunity,” Jongho dribbles the ball lazily. “So, you need a team to find them?”

“Maybe, Yeosang’s having a hard time tracking Charlatan at all.”

“Oh, Yeosang’s taken an interest? I’m guessing this team-up was more of his idea, then, and he just handed you the title of leader.”

“Yeah, basic Yeosang things.”

“Thought so,” Jongho throws the ball towards Hongjoong, who caught it easily with one hand. “Either way, I’ll have to say no.”

“What? Why?” Hongjoong passed the ball back, and Jongho caught it with a reluctant look.

“I think it’s just a coincidence, really, there’s no way that Charlatan’s picking off vigilantes. We’re too careful,” Jongho says. “Most of their claimed victims were nobodies.”

“You don’t know that, we were careful, and maybe so were they.”

“Maybe,” Jongho shrugs and shoots the ball again. It bounced off the rim and back into Jongho’s hands.

“Joining in a team would only be insurance, if anything.”

“Just safety then? I won’t have to put on some gaudy outfit again?”

“I wouldn’t call this gaudy,” Hongjoong nudged the case at his feet. “But if you don’t want to fight, you don’t have to. Just join us.”

“Hm,” Jongho hums. “Last time we tried a team up with 3RACHA it didn’t end up well, you remember that. No one cared.”

“This time will be different, we have a clear goal now aside from “keep the city safe,” it will work.”

“You sound sure of yourself, but then again you always are,” Jongho tucks the ball under his arms. “I’ll think about it.”

“Thank you.”

“It wasn’t a yes, I like being a normal person, you know.”

“Just a think about it is good enough,” Hongjoong crosses his arms. “Wait for a message from Yeosang.”

“Yup,” Jongho turned around and walked the other way, grabbing his bag on the way, the metal and corresponding wrapped wires under his sleeve reflecting the rising sun for a second before it covered up again.

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Loki ranting

Okay. I had this thought in my head of like just compiling links of all the Loki shit I've posted/reblogged so far so that when I get into a conversation about the show and how it fucking disgusted me, I can just be like "here. here's this masterlist post, go read all this shit. This is my entire argument, and not only mine, but a lot of stuff posted by people far more intelligent and level-headed and eloquent than I am, whom I happen to agree with." Because the alternative is constantly getting fired up all over again, and that is exhausting.

BUT! I'm stupid and don't know how tumblr works. Apparently I can't just be like "give me all the Loki-tagged shit I've got" I can only search all the Loki-tagged shit on all of tumblr. And I'm not scrolling back through all of my posts. I talk too fucking much for that shit 😂

So, I'll try to remember all of my grievances with how the MCU has treated Loki, and all of the excellent posts made by other, equally upset fans, and put it all together here under this nice, neat little cut for everyone else's sanity and scrolling convenience...

For people who actually read my shit fairly regularly - bless you, you crazy, patient people. I love you! - this is going to be a lot of repetition of shit you've already read. Probably at least twice. I'm passionate and I have a terrible memory lol. Sorry.

Anyway, first, for those who don't know me and haven't been following my explosions of rage for the past couple of months, some quick background: I do not read comic books, so Loki's Marvel comic canon means nothing to me. I know almost nothing about it. The reason I'm so in love with the character in the MCU is because I am an eclectic witch and the deity I've actively loved and worshiped the longest in my life (literally for as long as I can remember) is Loki. So when he was mentioned in The Mask, I squeed. When they named Matt Damon's character after him in Dogma, I cheered.

When Thor came out in 2011, I just about died from happiness. I was hungry for any representation of this underappreciated god, no matter what it was. I didn't even bitch about how underpowered he was, because at least he was there. But I'm getting slightly ahead of myself.

I can hear anyone reading this going "Why Loki? Isn't he, like, evil? Like basically the Norse version of The Devil?" Because I heard all this shit irl all the fucking time. And no. So let me give you a quick rundown of who Loki actually is.

Loki is a Trickster God. He's often referred to as the God of Mischief. He is not and never was evil, simply chaotic and hedonistic. Loki Laufeyjarson was the son of Laufey (that's mama; they changed her to a man for some reason in the movie) and Fárbauti. Right from the start, from his name, we get a sign of how Loki goes against traditional norms of the time, because in Norse culture, families were patrilineal, and surnames were "son/daughter of father" (which would have made him Loki Fárbautitason), not the mother. But Loki's surname is matrilineal. Feminist icon woo! lol

Though he's a Jotunn, Loki is counted among the Gods (Aesir) in Norse tradition. Depending on his mood, he is alternately helpful or disruptive to the other Gods. I'm not gonna sit and teach a whole text class on him lol but I'll use my favorite example of Misunderstood Loki - the conception of Sleipnir!

So, get this shit. This is also part of why I DO NOT follow Odin and never fucking will (a very small part, but still part of the reason). So, the other Norse Gods are petty motherfuckers, and they wanted some shit built but didn't want to pay the dude doing the building. So they were like "okay, if you can get it done in X amount of time, we'll pay you, but if you can't manage it NO MATTER WHAT, this whole thing is free." And they made sure he had NO help, nothing but him, his materials, and his Very Good Horsey. And this guy and his horse were fucking BAMFs. So it was looking like he was definitely gonna get it done in time, and Odin was like "nah, fuck that shit. I'm cheap." and so he sent Loki to distract the work horse. Loki transformed into a mare and lured the horse away, got fucked, got pregnant, gave birth to the 8-legged (for some reason) horse Sleipnir. Odin rides Loki's son into battle. Um. Kay.

So Loki helped Odin be a petty mf, and Odin got himself a new pet out of the deal.

Oh, also, because he's smart af and a shapeshifter and a master magician and genderfluid, Loki "fails" to fit the super fucking toxic and narrow Norse/Aesir view of "a real man". He prefers intelligence and manipulation to solve problems rather than violence, he's not afraid to behave like a clown if it gets shit done, and that grosses the Aesir out, so they constantly ridicule him for being "less than a man".

Loki is the God of the outcast and the misunderstood. The marginalized people from all walks of life. He is the God of the LGBT community. In modern terms, he's pansexual, polyamorous (married to Sigyn and they are deeply in love, but boy gets around and I've never seen any indication that Sigyn gives a shit) and genderfluid.

Okay. Focus, Ali. This is part of why I usually post multiple rants instead of one big long one XD The longer I ramble, the more I get sidetracked and forget the original point.

So. Loki's awesome, and being a Trickster, is powerful as all fucking hell. There's not much he can't do.

And now we come to Thor (the movie, not the deity). Loki's there! 24-year-old Ali is spazzing! All is right with the world!

Oh lord, they've actually done him justice?! Amazing! He's complex and nuanced and emotional, just like the real Loki! I loved this movie. Loved. It. The climactic thing with trying to blow up Jotunheim never really made much sense to me until someone made an excellent point the other day about Loki being raised in a racist society that was racist against his own race, he just didn't know it yet, poor child. Baby Thor was never corrected when he pledged to commit mass genocide, so Baby Loki probably absorbed the lesson then that Jotunns=evil and killing them all will win his father's love. Anyway, 2011 Loki was a beautiful, heartbreaking portrayal of the God I've loved all my life and spent 24 years longing to see depicted on the big screen.

Then The Avengers happened. And I saw another Loki very close to Norse mythology - mainly, how he's treated. In the beginning of the movie, he's sick, exhausted, and in pain. He can hardly stand, he stumbles and needs help when he walks. He was very obviously tortured, and the sickly blue light of the scepter's control is in his eyes. That gets less and less pronounced as the movie goes on, showing Loki working his way free of it, but in the beginning, he's a mess. Because he was tortured and used by Thanos. Marvel directly confirmed this, and that he was under the scepter's/Mind Stone's control. Loki's actions are not his own in The Avengers. He's under both threat and Thanos' direct control. The movie actually shows The Other directly threatening him to keep him on task, because this is not Loki's plan. It is not what he wants. He's being used and villainized... Just like in real life. It hurt to see this done to him, but the accuracy was too beautiful to ignore.

Thor: The Dark World comes out. I've heard people complain that this movie is the weak link in the Thor trilogy. I disagree. I think that's Ragnarok, for a bunch of reasons, but we'll get there. (And for the record, I loved Ragnarok, too. It was a funny movie. Infinity War and the Disney+ series are the only portrayals of Loki in the MCU that I truly fucking hated.) Anyway, good, fun movie. Had its faults, as all movies do, but it still followed Loki's real-life arc in a way. How? By having Loki dragged back to Asgard in chains and imprisoned underground. Again, not super happy that this happened to my love, and having to see it on screen was painful, but at least in the MCU he's not chained to a rock with venom dripping on his face for eternity, so there's that. (poor Sigyn. how tired do her arms get, holding up that bowl? best wife ever, amirite?)

In TDW, we're shown Loki's love for Frigga, who favored him and taught him magic as a child. We see his bravado; his attempts to mask his true feelings, especially grief. We see him slowly coming back to himself after the events of The Avengers, and slowly mending his relationship with his brother. He accepts that Odin will likely never love him, but Thor just might, because they were close when they were young. "I didn't do it for him." No, no my sweet, you did it for your brother, and a little out of guilt for what happened to your mother.

At the end, Loki fakes his death and escapes, taking the throne, and I have mixed feelings about this. Not the writer's choices here; I love that completely! A natural progression in Loki's story. But my joy is tainted by how closely they're following the Eddas now. Because Loki's escape from his prison heralds the beginning of Ragnarok. And Loki will die in Ragnarok. I don't want to see that play out in front of my face. I won't be able to handle the grief (spoiler alert! IW broke me. I almost walked out of the theater. Loki's death was legitimately fucking traumatic for me. I don't even care how pathetic that is. That grief was real, it was intense, and I still shake and cry when I think about it.)

Marvel announces that Thor 3 will be called Ragnarok. The internet treats this as a shocking revelation. I roll my eyes and mumble "duh" to myself and move on XD

Then they say Ragnarok will be a buddy comedy. I throw up a little in my mouth and no longer want to live on this planet. If they're going to make something called Ragnarok, could they at least treat it with even a fraction of the respect they've shown these characters thusfar? Jfc. I mean, I'll see it anyway, because I'm a whore for Tom Hiddleston lol. But come on, people!

I hated that they made Hel the long-lost older sister and Fenrir her fucking pet/attack dog. Those are my favorites of Loki's children! Hel is such an incredible badass that the early Christians named their dimension of eternal torture after her! They were terrified of her, to the point of naming the place that terrified them most after her. That's awesome! And Fenrir's just the best. I love wolves. Those two details, and Odin's retcon of "we're not Gods! ...lol, except your sister. she's totally a Goddess. and def gonna kill literally everything, so... good luck! byyyeeeee" pissed me off royally.

The rest was great. I genuinely liked this movie. Still do. And they finally used The Immigrant Song! That was pretty cool. If they'd thrown in Bring the Hammer Down and Thunderstruck, I might've called this movie perfect. XD

I wasn't totally in love with their portrayal of Loki in Ragnarok. Yes, the falling for 30 minutes line was funny, as was "I have to get off this planet" and "YES! That's how it feels!" And "Get Help" was funny as hell. But also, like... There is no way Loki would have been the dumb one in that first encounter with Hela. Also, he can teleport and project copies of himself and shit, so... He would not have been that desperate to go straight back to Asgard and bring her right along with them. Loki's not stupid. But whatever. Movie's gotta movie.

What I did love was seeing the slow mending of his relationship with Thor continuing, and the badass fighting on the bridge. I also loved that, like Real Loki, Movie Loki helped when help was needed, was quick and clever, and while he was carrying out the main plan, he was also planning ahead and grabbing the Tesseract. Yes, that drew Thanos right to them, but that's a whole other thing. Loki never would have left that thing on Asgard to be destroyed or lost.

And now Infinity War. Hooooly fucking shit. You know what? No. I'm not going into this. He was killed, years of character growth were erased forever, my heart fucking shattered. The end.

Endgame. IW hurt me so bad I didn't see Endgame until this year. I actually watched Civil War first (for context: I had actively avoided all Cap movies until this year because I fucking hate Steve Rogers. I find him insufferable. Did not realize what I was denying myself until I watched CW and finally saw the charms of Bucky. When he appeared in IW, I was so lost. XD I was like "...who dis? Murder Jesus?" also I just... didn't care. I was numb by then from crying through most of the movie over Loki)

So, anyway. Endgame. Loki picks up the Tesseract in alternate 2012, escapes, fans go "yay! he didn't actually die!" I go "yes he fucking did. Five years of his life, gone. Five years of growth and change, erased. Loki is dead. This will not be the same."

I was more right than I could have predicted. Now we come to the point of this rant. Sorry it took so long, but you were warned lol.

The Loki series makes me so angry I actually get sick to my stomach. It was fucking TRASH. When I praised Marvel for following Norse mythology so faithfully earlier? Yeah. I DID NOT MEAN TREAT HIM THE WAY THE OTHER GODS DID. I did not mean paint him as a pitiful clown, a joke, a caricature of who he truly was, with his pain and suffering played for LAUGHS.

This is supposed to be 2012 Loki, newly freed from Thanos' control. The Loki we saw in the beginning of TDW - snarky, exhausted, nihilistic. The Loki who rolled his eyes and said "get on with it" expecting to be killed.

The bumbling clown flipping on a dime from posturing to calling himself weak is not 2012 Loki. That is not ANY Loki. That is Tom Hiddleston in a black wig doing what he's told by a shitty writer who had no fucking idea what he was doing and was salty about his (bad) original script (for something totally fucking unrelated) getting killed.

In Episode 1, Loki is mocked, imprisoned, stripped against his will, tormented, belittled, and given a flippant summary of all the trauma Actual MCU Loki suffered that this one skipped out on, with no context, no acknowledgement of the trauma he's already lived quite fucking recently, and with the narrative twisted to not only erase all the abuse he's suffered, but to make it all his fault. And this is supposed to make him want to help these people?

And worse, IT FUCKING WORKS. WHAT?! I CAN'T- FUCKING WHAT?! Remember when I said LOKI IS NOT FUCKING STUPID?! So why is he STUPID?

Episode 2, he's a child. Mentally, this Loki is a fucking child. Now we've erased all the growth and development of his entire adult life. He's dopey, impatient, impulsive, desperate for a pat on the back and actually shows it. Yes, abused and neglected children crave the positive attention we never received, and we often grow up to be a bit emotionally stunted. But not all of us, and not Loki. Not as we've seen him EVER in the rest of the MCU. Playful and a bit callous at times? Absolutely! But not a big dumb fucking puppy.

Episode 3, a ray of hope, despite Sylvie! (I hate Sylvie) Loki casually admits he's pan/bi; labels never come up, but he admits to being with both men and women! He sings! Not really relevant to whether I approve of his portrayal or not lol but Tom has a beautiful voice, Norwegian ("Asgardian" lol) is a gorgeous, entrancing language, and I could watch that one bit on loop for eternity and never get bored. And then, finally, we see a glimpse - a glimpse - of Loki's power! He stops a falling building and pushes it right back up! Are we finally getting to see what he can really do? Will the next episode bring us Loki in all his glory?

Nope. 4 and 5 we see him mocked and pushed around and utterly irrelevant. Again. We see tiny reflections of what he could maybe theoretically do in other random Loki variants, but the "main" (lawl. main. it was the Sylvie and Mobius show. Loki was never the main anything.) Loki? Nothing. He wears his heart on his sleeve for no reason, bonds with the man who imprisoned, taunted, and gaslit him, is killed, and continues to be a moron and a joke. Always the clown. Always the dumb one. The one with the bad ideas. The inferior Loki.

Don't even get me started on that finale. I can't. This already took so much out of me. Fuck Marvel. Fuck this fucking show. I just... I'm done.

#loki #loki spoilers #loki series #loki negativity #loki hate #thor 2011 #the dark world #ragnarok #the avengers #infinity war #endgame #fuck sylvie #fuck marvel #fuck disney #this show sucked #ragepost #rant #long post #ali is angry

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Chapters: 1/?  Fandom: 빈센조 | Vincenzo (TV)  Rating: Explicit  Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Vincenzo Cassano | Park Joo Hyeong/Hong Cha Young Characters: Hong Cha Young, Vincenzo Cassano | Park Joo Hyeong Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Italian Mafia, (i know nothing about the mafia so this will be very inaccurate!!!), basically vincenzo & cha-young being mafia bosses in italy

 Summary: When Vincenzo Cassano came back to Italy, no one expected to see someone by his side. Or how Cha-young and Vincenzo became the head of the Cassano family. a mafia couple au inspired by a discussion with @ourgalaxybangtan @ghostrights & @whovie-reloaded

Vincenzo had been handling most of the family business since their adoptive father’s health had started to decline. As the consigliere of the Cassano family, he was Fabio’s most trusted man, his advisor, his lawyer but also his second-in-command.

It hadn’t been easy, all these years, to climb the ladder. He wasn’t a native, he wasn’t blood, and so not many people had welcomed him at first. That’s why he had to become ruthless, so that no one could deny his authority or even dare to try. He had killed and tortured many men, broken their minds and their bones, burned their flesh and cut off their limbs, ashes and screams trailing behind him. If he wasn’t proud of the blood on his hands, he was at least proud of his work. All the hours he’d spent training, fighting, preparing, scheming, studying, all his efforts to erase Park Joo-hyung from the face of earth had paid off. The scared, weak little kid was gone, buried with all his other victims. ‘An eye for an eye, and then some’, Vincenzo lived by that, and he would stop at nothing except killing the innocent. There was no doubt he was the best at what he did and anyone who did not respect him feared him enough to not threaten him. His success was the Cassano family’s success, yet he knew that members of his own clan would not hesitate to have him killed if they could. Two clear factions had formed in the past five years, those who supported Vincenzo as the next head of the family, and those who supported Paolo, his brother. Paolo and Vincenzo had never gotten along, and Paolo’s inferiority complex and jealousy grew deeper every time his older brother had to clean up after one of his rushed job. Paolo had a particular taste for violence. Whereas Vincenzo killed and tortured because he had to, Paolo got a kick out of hurting others, be it children, women or elders. He loved to assert his dominance, to feel almighty. Vincenzo didn’t think himself much better than him, (regardless of the reasons behind his murders, he’d probably killed way more than him), but he wanted Paolo to be punished for his sins. It was only a matter of time before some influential family members whispered plans of assassination and of ‘restoring the rightful heir’ into his ear. Paolo was an angry, frustrated man who wasn’t particularly good at his job, an easy puppet to control. He’d been watching them carefully but he knew that as long as his father was alive, no one would dare to touch him. Back then he had thought he would take care of them when it came to it, become the head of his family, and continue to rule the underworld. Then, the incident happened and everything changed. He hadn’t been able to sleep for weeks, his victims’ screams haunting his dreams. He started avoiding mirrors, his reflection taunting him. He barely ate anymore, and Fabio had reminded him to get a grip. So he had done just that. He drank himself to sleep or took sleeping pills, and he went on. He knew, however, that he could not go on like this much longer. He had to get out before he buried himself next to Park Joo-hyung and all the others whose lives he’d taken. He’d started to plan his escape secretly. He would wait until his father died, staying loyal to him as long as he was alive. When the time came, he knew Paolo would try to kill him. The power struggle between them would start as soon as the head of the family would die, but instead of destroying his opponents, Vincenzo would seize the opportunity to leave. He would go back to South Korea, get the gold and leave to an island, where he would spend the rest of his days. The death of his previous Chinese client was perfect timing. As expected, Fabio, his boss and adoptive father, had named him the next head of the family in his will. It came to no surprise to most members, but murmurs spread quickly, “Can you imagine? A foreigner, as the head of our family? What has the world become?”. After wrapping things up in Italy, Vincenzo promised himself to never return, throwing away the key to the graveyard of his sins. …. There’s no going back from this, he thinks. Vincenzo is still holding Cha-young’s face, unable to look away from her lips, still wet from the kiss. Her pink cheeks, her smeared lipstick, the freckles under her fondation. Her. Hong Cha-young. His heart is soaring in his chest, all the emotions he had desperately tried to silence erupting all at once. There was no point in denying it, he had fallen in love with her. All he could do now was break his own heart, hoping it would heal. …. He realises he can’t live without her after she gets injured. They’re trying to get more information on Jang Han-seok’s paper company, and this time they’re trying to prove that some of the transactions made to European bank accounts were bribes. They’re breaking into none other than the Minister of Economy and Finance, Cha Do-won’s house. Miri had made sure to deactivate the security system and cameras, and Vincenzo was in charge of securing the place while Cha-young searched for the secret ledger the Minister kept hidden in his office. Cha Do-won was making a speech right now, and they had assumed most of his personal security would be with him. Vincenzo had quickly incapacitated the few men around the house and Cha-young looked for the ledger. After a few minutes, she found a hidden drawer in his desk. There it was, a thick documents labelled 'Accounts’. Subtlety wasn’t one of his strong points, apparently. They were about to leave when suddenly, a dozen men started to raid the place. Vincenzo fought them off as best as he could, and he was grateful that Mr. Lee barged in to help. They thought they had them all beat, and so Vincenzo made a mistake. He turned his back to the door to look for Cha-young, who he thought was behind him. “Vincenzo!”, he heard her shout his name. He sees her across the room, about to get struck by a man. He rushes to her and knocks him out quick enough. “Oh my God”, she says, “Did you see that? I almost died! He had a knife as well, and I dodged it, and then I ran—”. She keeps rambling while they get out of the house and into their car, clearly in shock. She’s getting paler as time passes, and he only notices the blood that pooled on the seat when she tries to get out of the car. She was stabbed, but the shock and adrenaline had prevented her from feeling any pain. “Oh”, she says, looking down at her wound. Vincenzo jumps out of his seat and rips the bottom half of the T-Shirt he’s wearing. “I don’t think now’s the time for that, Darling.” Even in a life-threatening situation, Cha-young is joking around. Vincenzo’s mind stops, he feels paralysed by fear, the fear of losing her, of her dying in his car, because of him. He pushes those thoughts away as he holds the fabric to her wound. “Hold this, as hard as you can.” The rest of the car ride to the hospital is a blur of running red lights, speeding in between traffic and repeating “Hong Cha-young, stay with me.” Vincenzo had faced death everyday for the last 20 years. He had killed, had seen people kill and had almost died countless of time. “There’s no limit to fear”, he’d once said to Jang Han-seok’s informant. Only now, waiting for Cha-young’s surgery to be over, does he understand what those words truly mean. During 6 hours, Vincenzo pleads and begs God, the devil, anyone willing to listen (Don’t take her. Everyone but her). He makes empty promises (I’ll do anything. I’ll stop hurting others, I’ll disappear from her life) and meaningless threats (Don’t you dare take her. I’ll kill you, too). In the end he doesn’t know who answers his prayers, and what promises seals the deal, but Cha-young wakes up and he doesn’t care. He holds her hand, stays by her side, and vows to never leave her. He starts to plan for an escape route shortly after that. In case they can’t stay in South Korea and need to take off. First, he thinks of Malta, or another island. But they would need to go somewhere they have allies, somewhere with an easy access to emergency money and resources. Italy. He contacts Luca and sets everything up, a two bed-room apartment, two bank accounts, and everything they could ever need like cash, some guns, and a car. “Consigliere, will there be another person with you?”, Luca asks. “Hopefully it won’t come to that”, he avoids the question. He knows he promised not to come back, but some promises need to be broken out of necessity. He needed to make Cha-young was safe, at all cost. His brother’s betrayal had made it easier. He’d been caught in the crossfire of their fight against Babel, killed by Choi Myung-hee in order to frame Vincenzo. But they had proved his innocence, and sent back his corpse in Milan. After Fabio’s death, Paolo hadn’t been the best replacement, and after he was killed in South Korea, they’d put in charge one of their cousins who had neither Fabio’s experience, nor Vincenzo’s mastermind. The family was in a crisis, which didn’t go unnoticed by their rivals. Soon, business started to slow down, their clients stolen by the competition and their allies started to switch teams. Money ran low. For that reason, Vincenzo didn’t run into much opposition when he came back. Most members and people in their business thought he had killed Paolo after he’d unreasonably followed him to South Korea and tried to finish him. Paolo only left disappointment and resentment behind him, and so no one missed him much. What they had not expected, however, was for Vincenzo Cassano to come back with someone.

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I haven't watched any of the Loki episodes yet (I'm procrastinating) but I keep seeing vague stuff about some big chasm between how Tom sees Loki and how apparently a lot of fans see Loki. Could you give me some specifics? Other than Loki mentioning his interest in sexes other than female I've heard nothing that could cause this kind of discourse.

I don't know if I'm the best person to ask, as I know others have articulated it much better than I can, and who may feel more strongly than I do that their Loki and Tom's Loki don't align so much anymore. Not tagging anyone bc of reasons (but feel free to comment/reblog if you wish to talk about it).

But, I do know a decent amount, so I'll proceed to write five thousand words try.

My understanding overall, is that Tom has always spoken very eloquently about Loki as a complex, fractured character who was functioning from a place of deep pain as opposed to any real villainy or evil.

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He was never saying any of it as an excuse for Loki's actions but as an explanation of where Loki was coming from and how he ended up in that place to start with. This mostly refers to the 2011-2013 era Loki, before the "reboot." Because so many fans viewed Loki the same way - as complex, as broken, as coming from a place of pain - there was validation, I suppose, in knowing that the actor who played the character (and whose performance was largely responsible for the character being so enigmatic and appealing in the first place) shared this view.

After the reboot with TR, Tom seemed to lean more heavily on the "god of mischief" aspect of Loki - he'd often say that his job was to have fun bc Loki was always mischievously having fun. While Loki had always been funny in a snarky, sardonic kind of way, and the "mischief" he'd get into was always just for fun and relatively harmless, after TR he was more silly-funny or slapstick funny ("funny") and his mischief was framed as a little more malicious (such as using magic to trick and then stab Thor when they were children).

So it seemed like a big departure from the previous Loki that Tom always spoke so eloquently about, and I think it's notable that when promoting TR, Tom didn't really delve into the psychology of Loki much at all when he'd talk about the character - just the "fun." So there was that. At the time, people figured it was bc he had very little control or say in what the director chose to do with his character.

Now, though, Tom has a lot more creative control (although I don't think he actually has all that much, certainly not as much as some people think he does, tbh), but while he's once again talking about Loki's psychology and identity issues and trauma and whatnot as context and backstory, he also still seems to be leaning into the "god of mischief" parts and the silly-funny parts. The show furthermore has yet to address what Loki experienced with Thanos in between Thor 2011 and Avengers, has failed to address his identity crisis after discovering he is Jotun (a throwaway 'I was adopted' line doesn't really count), etc.

So there's a lot that Tom has spoken about in Loki's story that is very much not being included in the series. Furthermore, while Tom discusses Loki's complexity when doing press, he has also said things that imply he has an idea of humiliation being a core aspect of Loki, or that Loki is someone who constantly needs to be knocked down a few pegs, or that he thinks he's profound but actually isn't, etc. I know in the past he's also made comments about Loki's mental health and how Loki might go about recovering from it, but his perspective on that whole area didn't ring true to a lot of Loki fans who also suffer from mental health issues.

So all of these things together, to some fans, makes it seem like Tom's current idea of Loki - whether it's bc he wants to do something new, or has changed as an actor, or whatever the case may be - is still a departure from the 2011-2013 era Loki and, thus, does not align with their own interpretation of Loki. Hence, a chasm appears.

^^ All of this is for context, which I tried to give as objectively as possible. Now, as far as discourse about it goes, I can't speak to that very much. Nobody that I know is angry at Tom or "betrayed" by Tom or feeling anything negative toward Tom as a person. They are, however, feeling that they may need to re-evaluate how much of Tom's interpretation they put stock into as they engage with the character, and kinda where to go from here. But I can't emphasize enough that no one acts like this is Tom's responsibility or that Tom somehow did them dirty. I also can't emphasize enough that there's nothing wrong with Tom's version and he genuinely seems to be enjoying what they've created here, and that's fabulous. There's no wank about that, at least not that I've seen from my fandom corner.

So that's the situation from the tumblr side. However, because Tom has been the "face" of the Loki series all this time, and because he's been hyped up as having so much say and influence and ideas to contribute, a lot of people got the idea that the Loki of the series would be exactly the Loki that Tom wanted to play. And when, inevitably, the show went in directions that people didn't like (my understanding is that this is mostly coming down to shipping nonsense, which I'm not even going to touch), Tom was blamed. And that's where this "discourse" is coming from, as far as I know. I don't have any real first hand facts, but people are saying that Tom's been getting death threats on social media from fans who are outraged about the Sylvie thing, or outraged about how the bisexual component is being handled, or whatever. Since this is pretty much par for the course in fandoms, I believe it.

But it seems like the shipping nonsense has gotten all tangled up in the dissatisfaction in the aspects of Loki's story that aren't being told, and in the difference in Tom's comments about Loki now vs back then, and it just ends up being a recipe for discourse, wank, and drama. So to answer your question, the chasm between Tom's Loki and some fans' Loki is the result of ... *gestures at massive wall of text* this.

#thank you for the ask!#sorry it's so long #asks #charlotte replies #tom hiddleston is my favorite unicorn #tom hiddleston has the best loki meta #not using critical tags bc i feel like this is pretty ojective #objective*#re tom. his opinions. and pre-post ragnarok. but i mean #take it as you will

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 3 years

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Summary: Ada’s twin sister takes a more active role in her brothers’ company. Yet that means she has frequent run-ins with Alfie Solomons who she is less than fond of.

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To be fair, Helen didn’t hate Alfie Solomons as much as she hated other people. There was a clear hierarchy of the men that her brother did business with. Alfie was somewhere around the middle. She found him arrogant, overbearing, and aloof with a bit of a god-complex mixed in. But she didn’t get to pick and choose who she worked with as a part of the Shelby Company Ltd.

Helen didn’t feel like she owed her brothers anything but seeing as her twin, Ada, took no interest in the company, she felt as if she might as well help. She was very close with Polly and took comfort under her aunt’s wing, learning all she could.

Still, there were days when she wished she had followed Ada’s route. Taking a salary and living nicely in London. One of those days was trekking all the way out to London, Camden Town more specifically.

Her brothers were all too busy to bring paperwork to Alfie. While Arthur had some reservations about their younger sister going, the paperwork was important in upholding the fragile relationship between the Camden Jews and the Blinders. Besides, everything Helen learned was from either her brothers or Polly. She didn’t go down without a fight.

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Ollie recognized the woman as she approached the bakery. “Morning, Miss Shelby.” He greeted politely although there was a hint of confusion on his face.

“How are you, Ollie?” Helen took no issue with Alfie’s assistant. The young man seemed to do his best and had a personality very opposite of his boss.

“I’m well…but we weren’t expecting you.” He admitted. There was nothing on Alfie’s agenda that had anything to do with the Shelbys.

“Tommy confirmed with him over the phone that I would be coming out today.” She replied.

“Right…I guess there was a mix-up.”

“Well, this will only take a moment.” Helen smiled tightly and went to go through the double doors.

Ollie looked a little panicked, following her close behind. “I should warn you not to trouble him. He’s in a mood.”

“So am I. I’ve had to travel all the way to London to do my brothers’ dirty work. I’m not exactly in the best mood either.” She didn’t slow down, striding down the hall toward Alfie’s office.

“It wouldn’t be wise-”

“I’ve dealt with him before; I can handle it.” And that was that. There was no stopping her as she knocked on the door.

“Fuck off!” Alfie’s angry voice came from the other side.

“It’s Helen Shelby, I’ve got contracts that need signing.” She didn’t waver.

There was a pause before heavy footsteps crossed the office and the door flung open. “What part of fuck off do you not understand, love?” Alfie stood in the doorway with an intimidating stance.

“What don’t you understand about these contracts need signing?” She retorted before slipping past him and making herself comfortable in his office. “You knew I was coming, oh hello Cyril, Tommy called you and confirmed. It’s not my fault, oh yes I see you Cyril that’s a good boy, that you can’t keep track of your appointments.”

Alfie turned around bewildered that she had pushed her way in. The nerve of some people. “Love, I could shoot you right now, yeah, just on the account of you fucking trespassing into me office.”

Helen dropped the stack of paper on his desk and sat down to pet Cyril. At least the dog was happy to see her. “Then you’d have more Shelbys trespassing, wouldn’t you?”

Alfie grumbled obscenities under his breath. She’d called his bluff more than enough times. Both of them were highly aware that he would never bring her harm, but it was the only threat he had in his arsenal. No other threats worked on her. After a few months of their professional relationship, Alfie found that she was a mix of her brothers. That was the worst thing about her. She had the calm, stoic nature of Tommy but had the temper of Arthur when she so chose.

“You just have to sign a couple of papers and I’ll be gone.”

“I may not sign them just on the fucking principle,” Alfie responded stubbornly.

“Oh God, Alfie, please don’t act like a child.” Helen rolled her eyes.

“I’m acting like a child? You’re the one who barged her way in here without a fucking care in the world.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll reschedule a day with your brother. Get out.”

“I came all the way from Birmingham, I’m not leaving without a fucking signature.” She stood up to stare him down.

“Well, you can think about your manners on your way back to that shithole.”

She scoffed. “My manners?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, for Christ-never mind. Fuck it.” She gathered the papers on the desk. “I’m not wasting my time with you. But you’re the one who will have to answer to Tommy.” She spat before storming out of the office.

“Like I’m scared of your brother!” He yelled after her. The sound of her heels on the concrete floor faded away. There was no trace of her left. Alfie hated that he felt a pang of emptiness in her absence.

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Tommy exchanged words with Alfie and a week later, Helen was sent back to Camden Town despite her protests.

Ollie wasn’t at the door, so she let herself in. She passed the assistant on the way to Alfie’s office.

“He’s expecting you.” He confirmed.

“Oh, good. The man can finally remember something for once.” Helen replied sarcastically as she knocked on the door.

“Come in.” At least it was a nicer reply than last time.

Helen walked in. “Are you going to behave this time or am I going to have to go back empty-handed again?”

Alfie leaned back in his desk chair, arms crossed, half-moon glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. “Depends.”

“On what?”

“On your attitude.”

“You want me to grovel or something? May I remind you; you were the one who caused the fuss last time.”

Alfie tutted his tongue and shook his head. “You’ve learned too much from your brothers.”

“I’m not my brothers.” She decided to sit down instead of arguing on her feet. “They lack my charm.”

He laughed and shook his head. “You Shelbys and your charm.” He leaned forward and lazily sorted through the paperwork she set down on his desk.

“Oh, please just sign them. Don’t play around.”

But each of his movements was deliberate. Slow and careful to increase their time together. Alfie couldn’t put his finger on why he liked Helen so much. After all, she had most of the Shelby qualities that drove him up the wall. Yet, he could tolerate her for hours. He enjoyed their banter and it didn’t hurt that he thought she was beautiful.

Helen raised an eyebrow at him. “Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Do you need a pen? I’ve got one.” She began to rummage through her purse.

“Tell you what,” He tapped his knuckles against the desktop. “I’ll sign ‘em, but not here.”

“Alf-”

“Just hear me out, aye? There’s a place on Regent’s we can go to.”

Helen paused and recollected herself. “I’m sorry. Alfie Solomons, are you asking me on a date?”

He cleared his throat and shrugged. “S’pose it depends on if you want to call it that.”

“Well…” She subconsciously fixed her hair. “If my brothers found out they would kill you.”

“They want to kill me for a lot of reasons, love. But I understand.”

“Do you understand that our meeting at this place on Regent’s will be business?”

Alfie narrowed his eyes. She had a small smirk on her lips. “Right…right, business. Business.” He nodded in affirmation. He understood.

Helen couldn’t help but laugh softly. “All this time you’ve been giving me trouble.”

“Well, you Shelbys are attracted to trouble. So, to keep you around…”

“You stirred up trouble.” She never thought her second trip to Camden would result in such a way. And yet…it felt right. Maybe she’d been waiting all this time. Being a Shelby was thrilling in its own right. But sneaking around with Alfie Solomons? It felt like electricity coursing through her veins.

“So?”

“So, I’ll go to my sister’s home to get ready for our meeting. You can pick me up there.” She stood up and lingered by his desk.

“Ada won’t tell your brothers?”

“No, she won’t notice where I’ve gone.”

Alfie nodded and stood up as well. “Erm, I’ll walk you out then.” He offered.

But Helen stopped at the door and waited until he got close to her. Feeling that jolt of thrill, she kissed his cheek.

He stopped in his tracks as if he’d completely frozen.

She looked smugly at him. “That’s for making me come out here a second time, Solomons.” She murmured before going on her way.

“Fucking hell.” He grinned and watched her leave.

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