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Ghost x Reader x Konig: I Don't Need You (Ch. 10)

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Summary: Thankfully, things have been resolved between you and Konig. You start to settle in more with your team, and Roze shares a few thoughts with you over a smoke. The memories are still there, but just like the winter around you, they're cold and unwelcoming. You and Konig open up to each other a bit more, more than you had ever opened up to anyone.

WARNINGS: implications of masturbation, cursing, angst (if you squint?), plot building, graphic depictions of animal torture and death (PLEASE CONSIDER ALL WARNINGS BEFORE READING THIS, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME thank you kindly)

Notes: Yes! Hello! I exist!! I've been in a slump, and I really do apologize for that. Many of you have been very patient with me and I love and appreciate you all for it! I had to intake as much CoD literature as I could in the past few weeks to get me motivated, which helped a LOT (not to mention I discovered no fewer than ten works that currently have a hold on my heart). But it's here! I forced myself to write over half of the following chapter so that it would be less daunting to finish up. I also plan to make a wip post for yall, just to share will everyone what goes on in my rat brain.

This was edited at 3 am (god it's 4 am now, i just saw that), so if there are any grammatical or spelling errors you have my full consent to call me out on it! Please enjoy!

(sidenote, I completely didn't research how old you need to be to become a navy SEAL, so reader's age is a bit inaccurate in regards to that. pls ignore lol)

(last sidenote then you can read, does anyone have tips for customizing the layout of their fics? I see so many cool ways to style the font and cute banners and errything but I have no idea how nor what to do)

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The sky hung low with a blanket of gray. It looked like it was about to snow, although the threat was soon dismissed when noon came around and there wasn’t a single flake. The air was cold and dry, forcing me to zip my jacket up all the way and tuck my nose into the collar. I blew steady, warm breaths into my jacket and tried to soak up the heat into my bones.

It was as if the incident had never happened.

Konig and I ended up driving to the liquor store, which was a blessing, since I had run out of Yeungling (and I didn’t understand enough Turkish to converse with the clerk, nor did I have any of the appropriate money – Konig was graced with both of those necessities). We talked like there had never been a week and a half of silence between us. He talked about how he had nearly forced Ridgeback to drag me out of my room and into the common area, “… but it would have been too early for that.” He commented. That, and I would have rather died.

So life went on as normal: dreary, aside from shooting people and getting shot at. Nonetheless, it was normal, and there was a peace to be found in that.

I leaned against the building to the training room, with Roze to my left. I had intended to come out and soak up whatever natural light I could – when I saw her standing there, possibly trying to do the same, I felt the instinct to play it off as if I was just leaving the building. But she cocked her head in a greeting, and a part of me took an interest in her worry-free aura. Out of everyone, she always seemed to be the least-stressed person in the room, even in the middle of a warzone. It was the balm to my anxious mind that I never knew I needed, but gratefully stood by.

We remained together in a comfortable silence (one I would most definitely would not have been comfortable with a while ago), staring ahead, watching the indecisiveness of the brooding clouds above. I wondered what the rest of the world was doing – if they might have been as calm and carefree as us, or if they were in some kind of peril, and the horrors of it were blocked out by the clouds.

I was drawn back to the present when I heard the click click click of Roze’s lighter. I turned my head and watched as she shielded the weak flame from the wind, lighting the cigarette that hung loosely from her lips.

“You smoke?” I asked.

“Sure do.” She replied nonchalantly. “Want one?” she extended her pack of cigarettes towards me.

I glanced at the box, feeling a sour taste in my mouth.

I lay on my stomach, my muscles still twitching and shaking as I tried to even out my breaths. Ghost had tossed a thin blanket over my lower half. I hadn’t even moved from the position he had ruthlessly fucked me in – my body ached too much to even try, and my mind was still recovering from the past hour.

I watch Ghost as he reclined next to me, pushing the bottom of his mask up to place a cigarette between his lips. It was the first time I had seen any part of his face all day. He grabbed his lighter from the pocket of his pants that were discarded on the floor, lighting the end of the cigarette and inhaling. He tossed the lighter back down to the floor as he tilted his head back, exhaling a long stream of smoke. I watched it swirl in the lamplight, settling in a cloud around us. He continued puffing, staring at the wall across from the bed as I lay beside him, although I felt worlds away from him.

He'd started off the night with a mountain of stress from a mission gone sideways. Instead of the usual slow build, where he would run his hands under my shirt and kiss my lips slowly and tenderly – he had walked in and immediately demanded I remove my clothes while he began stripping out of his. I had assumed tonight was going to be a passionate one, until he threw me onto my stomach and shoved my face into the pillows. It wasn’t the first time he’d been rough with me, but it wasn’t just rough – it felt dehumanizing. An hour of constant, merciless thrusts, and a hand around my neck that restricted both my blood flow and my oxygen, and I had fallen into a state of shock.

But, in the end, I was happy to be caged in by him again.

I was happy.

He turned his eyes towards me, seeming to sense that something was off. He exhaled another puff of smoke. “Everythin’ alright?” he asked, completely void of any genuine concern.

I met his eyes with my own. I felt like I shouldn’t have to answer the question, and it stirred up a bitterness in me. But I didn’t feel like arguing with him, and I certainly didn’t want him to leave – so I nodded my head, slowly blinking my eyes. “Just tired.”

He hummed and faced the wall again. He brought one of his knees up and rested his arm against it. “Want a smoke?” he asked, still looking away.

I shook my head as much as the pillow beneath me would allow. “No.” I replied.

He sighed disappointedly. Apparently, my lack of enthusiasm after being used like an old fucktoy was irking him.

To be fair, I never spoke up about how I felt.

He grunted and rose from his position, snuffing out his cigarette in the ashtray by my bed, and picking up his clothes and pulling them on. My heart ached slightly as I watched him slide his shirt over his torso. I felt the threat of tears sting in my eyes as I wished his hands were holding me instead, keeping me warm and grounded. He pulled his jeans on and fastened them, buckling his belt rather quickly; and all while he faced away from me.

“Well, I know you probably need some alone time.” He muttered, sliding the skull attachment over his mask. “So I’ll get going. I’ll see you around.”

He grabbed his tactical vest and jacket and slung them over his shoulder. He paused by the door. “Thanks for tonight.” He mumbled, before finally leaving the room and softly closing the door behind him.

My eyes lingered on the ashtray with the half-smoked cigarette. A thin trail of smoke plumed into the air – I wanted to throw the tray across the room and shatter it. But it was Ghost’s, so I couldn’t; I couldn’t regardless, because it was a piece of him that remained with me, even when he left.

That, and the smell of smoke.

“Nah, I’m good.” I replied, facing the cold, empty base ahead of me.

“Good.” She said, pinching the cigarette and blowing a stream of smoke. “Stay that way. Did you know these bastards give you cancer?”

I chuckled into the collar of my jacket. “Do they, now?”

She hummed affirmatively, sucking another breath in through the cancerous bastard. “Who would’ve thought…”

We fell back into silence. I continued watching the stillness of the base, trying to see if the sky would follow through with its promise to fall. Now that my free time wasn’t spent holed up in my room, it somehow felt like there were fewer ways to spend it. With another mission on the horizon – a simple recon, yet dauntingly close to a heavily-guarded compound – no one was out and about when they usually were. Finding Roze outside and seemingly not worried was usual, however, and a warm sight, compared to how the rest of the team was on edge. Even Askel seemed grumpier than most days.

I hadn’t been seeking out someone to spend time with, no… that I would never do (or admit). But talking to a familiar face provided a comfort I had grown to need over the past couple of months. And, frankly, I felt like Konig might be getting tired of how much I ran to him when I craved social interaction. Though he had never said anything about it, I felt like I needed to branch out to other team members than just my Colonel. One might think I was trying to kiss his ass (I knew the accusation had already crossed Juno’s mind, but the young soldier was good at holding his tongue – when Konig was around, at least).

“You ever think about how ‘little girl’ you would react to this?” Roze asked, and I turned to face her. She had her nose scrunched, and a tinge of pink dusted over her cold cheeks. “Guns, war, no playdates or days at the beach…”

I sighed. “Probably would have cried.” I replied, allowing my freezing nose to poke over the collar of my jacket. “Especially if I had known that being a princess now adays meant spending more time worrying about becoming a hostage than anything else.”

Roze chuckled. “It’s a good thing we didn’t know then.” Her face was mostly blank, but I thought I noticed a hint of bitterness in the way her gaze landed on the ground. I watched her flick her cigarette with a bit more aggression than usual. “I would’ve tried to convince my entire family to run away to Scotland, live in hiding and pretend the rest of the world was a dream.”

“Scotland?” I asked. Soap’s cocky grin and heavy Scottish accent stirred in my mind, but it felt like nothing more than a small cloud of dust.

“Yeah – heard it’s fucking gorgeous over there.” She waved her cigarette in no particular direction. “Now, I don’t know how peaceful it is in terms of politics and war, but it’s pretty spacious. Simple, too. I feel like if I talked about throwing all my shit away and becoming a fisherman for a living, I wouldn’t get people trying to talk me out of it like I would in the States.” She took another drag, and laughed out the smoke.

“Fisherman?”

“Yeah.” She chuckled, a hardened smile gracing her lips. “I don’t know why it sounds so appealing… it just does.”

I hummed and looked back out at the compound. I wondered about Roze’s past; she had never said or done anything to indicate that it was particularly rough, as it was for the majority of us (us – I still wasn’t used to including myself, but it was becoming more of a habit each time), but the weariness in her eyes when she spoke about her younger self made me question what that girl had been through. Maybe it was just nostalgia. A yen for simpler times. Roze seemed to appreciate the simple things in life.

“You know Askel goes ice fishing?” she said suddenly.

I smiled underneath my jacket. “Seems like something he would do.”

“Every winter.” She continued. She dropped her cigarette to the floor and crushed it into the gravel. “He takes about three weeks of leave, if we’re lucky enough to get it, and goes to Norway. Sits on a frozen lake for hours a day, just waiting for a fish.”

“You make it sound like he’s never caught one.” I point out, my eyes lingering on the cigarette.

She shrugged her shoulders. “So does he. Every time I ask him what he caught, he just laughs. Says he’s never expects to get a bite.”

I closed my eyes and hummed in response. It was easy to picture the scene – Askel, sitting on a thick layer of ice, nursing the hoppy beers that he and Konig loved so much and waiting for a fish to bite. I wondered if he even bothered to reel the line in when he did catch something. Or if he even went fishing at all. Maybe he just went out there to get a sense of peace, to pretend that war and death didn’t exist.

The motion of thick, heavy snowflakes falling from the sky caught my attention. They landed on the skin of my nose, resisting the warmth for a few moments, before they eventually melted into trickles of water. A sudden gust of wind blew a flurry of them towards us, making the both of us flinch.

Maybe fishing doesn’t sound too bad.

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The shooting range was mostly silent, save for the occasional conversation between me and Konig. The lights were low, easily illuminating the gunpowder and dust swirling in the air. Konig and I stared at the paper target as we analyzed my shots. A few hit dead center, although most of them were clustered around the lower left of the bullseye. My lips were pursed into a scowl as I glared at my sub-par aim – it wasn’t typically so awful, but of course it was while Konig had been watching.

“Eh, are you sure you didn’t lie on your paperwork about being a sniper?” Konig asked as he stood behind my left shoulder, taking the target from my hands and looking at it closely. “You weren’t even ten yards from it. This is very poor marksmanship.”

I scowled in embarrassment, taking my pistol to the counter and pulling out the mag. “Rough day.” I answered bluntly as I started packing more bullets into the small compartment. It wasn’t a lie – I had barely gotten any sleep the night before. I was in the middle of a rather interesting dream involving me and Ghost, until my alarm woke me up before anything of importance happened.

“Very bad…” he mumbled to himself. I clicked my tongue in annoyance.

“Y’know…” I grumbled, loading the mag back into the gun and shoving it in my holster, “I don’t like stereotyping, but the boot really does fit you.” I walked past him and out into the hallway, not waiting for him to follow.

“Hmm?” he made an indignant noise, momentarily stuck in his spot, before he came jogging after me. “What does that mean? What stereotype?”

I chuckled. “Haven’t you ever how Germans are extremely blunt?” I asked.

“Austrian.” He retorted. “Do I need to brand that onto my face for you?”

“Wouldn’t do me much good, with the mask ‘n all.” I replied.

He laughed – rather snorted, as usual – “Ah, you’re right. Maybe I am blunt – just as much as you are defensive.”

I stopped at the end of the hall, right in front of the exit. “Defe-“ I turned on my heel to scowl at him. “I am not defensive! Where did you get that idea?!”

He stopped behind me, his eyes widening. He gestured an open palm in my direction. “This.”

I huffed, turning back around to punch the door open. The snow from earlier that day had ceased, blanketing the base in a thin layer of white. The moon seemed that much brighter against the crystalized ground, and the yellow lights scattered across the compound made parts of the snow look like sandy dunes. My nose tingled from the nip of the chilly air, and I pulled my jacket tighter around my body as the door fell shut behind me and Konig.

“Well, what am I supposed to say when you call me defensive?”

“You could agree.”

“But I don’t.”

“Which proves my point.”

I huffed in frustration, despite the smirk curling on the edges of my lips. “So, either I have to agree with you, whether I really do or don’t, or you’ve corralled me into a paradox.”

I can practically hear the gears turning in his head. “A what?”

“A paradox, like a – y’know, never mind. It’s too difficult to explain.” I let him fall in step next to me, although he was the one who needed to slow down to match my pace. “We can just agree to disagree, how’s that?”

“Agreed.” He nodded, and I chuckled. “It won’t change the fact that I’m right, you know.” He added.

I bit my lip and tried to keep my smile from growing ridiculously larger. I looked up at him and patted his shoulder – he looked down at me, and the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled back. A stray, reddish-brown curl poked through the side of his balaclava, and I found the miniscule detail warming my heart through the cold air. He felt real, and in this moment, too human for this kind of life.

“Why did you choose the military?” I asked, turning back to look at the ground as we walked.

He hummed. “Isn’t that every boy’s dream?”

“Well, yes – but most of the time, it never becomes more than that.” I responded.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, mimicking my own position. “I’m not really sure what made me push so much for it. I almost didn’t make it, for obvious reasons.”

I chuckled. “Size does matter, huh?”

He looked down at me with a deadpan gaze, one that I refused to meet. “It almost did, in a bad way. And I almost backed out before they could be the ones to turn me away. But, of course, they knew they would find some use for my size – so they took me in.”

“And what did they do with you?” I asked, looking back at him.

“A ‘human battering ram,’ as my superiors had so nicely called it.” He framed the description with his hands in the air, as if it had been written on a plaque. I laughed and looked back down at my feet.

“Seriously?” I asked. “So they just had you breaking down doors, and then what?”

Konig laughed with me. “Well, I still had a gun, so I was able to shoot, thank goodness. And I had a bit more gear so I wouldn’t break my bones against the doors – I still dislocated my shoulder a few times, however…” he rolled his left shoulder, as if there was still a lingering pain from how often he had thrown himself at doors. “It was actually during a period of recovery when I proved that I could still be a sniper. My shoulder was still healing, so I had to give up being a battering ram for a while. I was sat with Horangi on the side of the mountain to give him cover. Of course, he was ambushed – he had to fight the Arschgiege right when we were given the order to shoot, so I had to take position behind the gun.” I noticed that his chest was puffed out a bit from pride. “That really knocked their pants off.”

I chuckled, choosing to ignore the inaccuracy of his phrase. “Did it now?”

“It did.” He replied, then looked at the ground. “For a moment. I got a good earful for overstepping boundaries that day, but it’s what ultimately landed me here – so I’m grateful for it.”

I nodded and hummed. “What was Horangi picked for?”

Konig shrugged, his hands now back in his pockets. “He never said what he and Commander had spoken about in his office. But, even if he wasn’t chosen – I like to think we come as a package. If I go, he goes, if he doesn’t, I don’t.”

I felt my heart warm at his words. The memory of how Juno had described Konig couldn’t be farther from my mind. It almost felt like I was talking to someone I briefly crossed paths with in my youth – not a war criminal, not the bloody and stiff soldier who had stepped onto the heli after our first mission. I envied his ability to separate his work stress from the time he had in between missions.

“Why did you decide to join?” He asked, catching me off guard.

It was only fair that I opened up to him, since he was so willing to do the same. Always the one to go first, too. But I had to be careful. I didn’t want this to turn into a pity party, and I didn’t want to dig anything up that I had worked so hard to bury deep beneath my subconscious.

“I was… a weird kid. Like you.” I said, making Konig scoff and roll his eyes. “Looking back now, I hate my younger self. I was so sensitive to what people thought about me, and I just wanted to be independent and strong. I wanted to be a ‘different girl.’” I gritted out the words that left a sour taste in my mouth. “I think I just wanted attention at first – of course, when I heard how everyone said they hated how annoying teenage girls were, and how gullible and weak they were, it just – it made me change. I wanted to prove everyone wrong, it wasn’t just about being different anymore. So, as soon as I turned old enough, I enlisted. Didn’t get to Navy SEAL right away, of course… but I joined every program I was allowed in until I could submit my application.”

I sighed, then chuckled. “Thought my family would say they were proud, that I was successful, that I was doing a good job… they were just angry. Said I was throwing my life away for business that didn’t involve our country.” I opened my mouth to say more, but I ended up scoffing and closing it once again. I felt like I had shared enough.

I looked at Konig, expecting him to acknowledge what I said. “That’s how the story goes…” he would say. But, when I met his gaze, I only saw concern. His brow was creased with what I imagined was pity, and my stomach churned. It was the exact opposite of the reaction I had hoped for. I only wanted to share stories with him, and now it was… this.

“I think you made the right choices.” He said, and I looked away.

“You don’t need to make me feel better, Konig. I appreciate it, but-“

“I’m not just trying to make you feel better.” He said, his accent slightly thicker from his exasperation. “You’re good at what you do. Your parents are just probably worried for you, and they don’t know how to show it.”

I bit down on my tongue, my eyes settling on the building in front of us with a hard expression. If only.

“Maybe that’s it.” I muttered, hoping he would drop the subject. He seemed to understand, and turned to look ahead with a disappointed sigh. My heart sank the tiniest bit at the sound, and I internally scolded myself. Still a people-pleaser, apparently.

We continued walking in silence, the buzz of the lights above us mimicking the static of a communication system that had been severed in a time where it was needed most. The edge of the barracks appeared into our view, just around the corner of the arsenal sheds that stood between us and our destination. I continued to stare at the ground, pretending to watch my steps and try to not slip on the snowy asphalt. My heart twisted with each second of silence that sat thickly between us. It wasn’t technically a fight, but somehow, it felt worse. It felt like the first time I had pissed him off, the first time we had spoken to each other – and god, did I already hate myself for the way I had acted towards him during those first few weeks. I didn’t want to drive another wedge between us, not after the ones that had already been worked back out.

I exhaled heavily through my nose. “Sorry.” I mumbled quietly, but loud enough that I knew it reached his ears. “Sensitive topics.”

He flitted his eyes in my direction, but didn’t bother to move his head. He sighed, and I nearly jolted when I felt his wide hand on my upper back. It rubbed back and forth, and it took me an embarrassingly long time to realize that he was comforting me. Or, trying to, at least.

“I know.” He said, and his hand rested on my shoulder. “I’m sorry for pushing you.”

I didn’t know how to respond. I was stuck on the feeling of the roughness of his palm, which I could gleam through the fabric of my jacket. How his fingers squeezed gently and released twice. There was no hidden meaning, no forced contact or any kind of attempt to put context into the touch. It was… natural. Warm, comforting, and it spoke a thousand words that I wouldn’t have been able to stomach if he had said them. It broke past my self-hatred and walls of ‘don’t be weak’ that I would have used as my defense if he had tried to verbally convey any sort of consolation. It was the first time I didn’t feel awkward about being so close to him, let alone when he was touching me. I wondered if he did this on purpose, or if he had no idea what he was doing at all.

I let myself stand nearer to him, almost tucked under his arm. I looked up and smiled as genuinely as I could – not that it was hard for me, but because I wanted to make sure that he really knew how much I appreciated the gesture. Although, if he knew that this simple act of comfort would pierce through my outer shell, was it really necessary?

“Thank you, Konig.” I said.

He looked down at me and smiled. That damn smile. I wondered how much more refreshing it would be when he wasn’t wearing his mask. It was already too much for my soul to bear when it was just the crinkling in his eyes that I could see.

“Anytime, Bonnie.” He replied, patting my shoulder before tucking his hand back into his pocket. I grieved minimally at the loss of the touch, but I was happy for what it was. “And I mean it. Anytime you need to talk – or not talk, and do that empty staring that you do – just come find me.”

I quirked an eyebrow in his direction. “Anytime?” I asked amusedly.

“Mhm!” Konig replied, his eyes on the ground as he watched his steps. Then, the realization hit him, and his eyes went wide with panic. “Oh- well, eh- I guess, not anytime-“

“You gonna tell me when?” I joked, and he laughed. “You need an open/closed sign on your door.” I jogged ahead, trying to reach the door to the barracks before he did.

“How about this?” he called out, and I could hear the grin behind his mask. “I’ll nail a chalkboard to my door, and if I’m busy, I’ll draw a stick guy jerking off in his bed!”

My cheeks burned after I heard him. “No!” I shrieked, laughing nervously. “You’ll traumatize Juno!” I quickly tried to pin this on someone other than me.

“Juno, hah?” Konig teased, and I had half a mind to run into the building and leave him on the quad. “I don’t care about him. Kid needs to be traumatized.”

I laughed and threw my head back, turning the corner around the arsenal shed. “That’s not very-“

Immediately, my heart leapt into my throat, and I gasped. Konig nearly ran into my back as he skidded to a halt.

Sick, sick, what the fuck, I feel sick-

“Stimmt etwas nicht?” he asked, concerned. “What- oh, scheisse-“

We both stared at the bird on the ground. A crow from the looks of it, though it was hard to even decipher that it was a bird in the first place, due to the state it was in. Its belly had been cut open, entrails and bloody bits pulled from the abdomen and strewn to either side of the bird. Its wings were stretched to their full capacity and most likely beyond it, crushed and missing a large number of feathers. Both of the legs appeared to have been ripped off and tossed to the left of the crow. Its beak was the worst of it all: pried open, the jaw probably broken from how wide it was spread. A haunting look of terror in the crow’s red, glossy eyes made a violent shiver run up my spine.

I exhaled shakily, my eyes still glued to the horror. “Holy shit – what the-“

Konig quickly walked around me and knelt in front of the crow. I shifted to look over his shoulder, still fearfully curious, but he held a hand out behind him, urging me to stay in place. With his other hand, he pulled at one of the bird’s wings, stiff and heavy. Whether it was frozen from the cold, or this was the effects from rigor mortis, I couldn’t tell.

“How – did a fucking fox do that?!” I asked. Are there even foxes in this area? How the hell did one get on base?

“Nein.” Konig replied, still looking at the corpse. His gaze fell upon it with a sense of… familiarity, maybe? “Not a fox, no.”

“Then what? It – whatever it was didn’t even eat-“

“I’ll take care of this.” Was all Konig said. He stood up and marched past me – I was barely able to catch a glimpse of his furious expression. His eyes were hard and narrow, and as he walked away, I noticed that his shoulders were tense and his hands were balled into fists. I didn’t dare say anything to him; he almost looked the same way he did after our first mission together, except this time, his anger seemed to be directed at something, instead of just a post-mission adrenaline high.

“I’ll see you later.” He said over his shoulder. There was an obvious fury to his words, and although I knew it wasn’t intended towards me, it still made me freeze where I stood – almost as if I might anger him more simply by taking a step after him.

Whatever it is… I thought, watching him disappear into the compound, he’s sorting it out. I can take care of myself. Although, with such an abrupt and tense departure, I was at a loss on what to do next. I looked back at the bird; its terrified eyes locked onto the sky above it, frozen in its last wish to fly away from whatever horror it endured.

A shiver ran up my spine, prompting me to look away.

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itzjaza · 7 months

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Hi, I'm absolutely in love with your Taz fanfics, can I request one with Taz Headcanons as a boyfriend??

(Sry if my English is bad, it's not my first language lol)

girl don't worry abt your english it isn't my first language too<3

Taz Skylar as Your Boyfriend:

How you met: Y/N had just moved to Spain and it was her first day in high school. She was nervous about making new friends, but as she walked into her first class, she was immediately drawn to the boy seated next to her. His name was Taz, and he had bleach-blonde hair and striking eyes that seemed to pierce right through her. Y/N noticed that he seemed to be reading a book on philosophy, a subject that she was also interested in. She decided to make the first move and introduced herself to Taz. To her surprise, he seemed eager to talk to her, asking her about her interests and hobbies outside of school. Y/N was fascinated by Taz's intelligence and his knowledge of philosophy, and before she knew it, the two of them were having a deep conversation about the nature of existence and the meaning of life. As the class wore on, Y/N found herself getting more and more comfortable with Taz. She had never had such an intense and meaningful conversation with someone before, and the way he listened to her and challenged her thoughts was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Realizing he's in love with you: Y/N and Taz had been friends for months, but Taz had never really thought of her as anything more than that. Sure, he had enjoyed spending time with her, and he had always thought that she was attractive, but that was as far as it went. But then, Y/N asked him to be her escort to the school prom, and the idea of spending the evening with her, in a more formal setting, made him realize that there might be more to his feelings than he had thought. On the day of the prom, Taz couldn't stop thinking about Y/N. He wanted to look his best for her, so he spent hours picking out the perfect outfit and getting a fresh haircut. When he arrived at her house to pick her up, Taz was nervous and excited all at once. He knocked on the door, and Y/N opened it with a smile. She looked radiant in her dress, and Taz felt his heart skip a beat. As they drove to the prom, Taz couldn't stop staring at Y/N. He listened to her stories, laughed at her jokes, and enjoyed every moment spent in her company. When they arrived at the prom, they found a quiet corner where they could sit and talk. As they talked, Taz realized that he had fallen in love with her. He didn't know how he had missed it before, but suddenly it all made sense. The way she laughed, the way she smiled, the way she challenged his views on life… everything about her made him feel special, and he knew that he couldn't imagine his life without her.

When he asked you out: It was a beautiful spring morning when Taz first mustered the courage to ask Y/N out on a date. He had been crushing on her for weeks, but he was nervous about taking the next step. He knew that Y/N was a smart, kind, and beautiful young woman, and he wanted to get to know her better. As he walked over to where she was sitting, in a little cafe nearby, his heart was pumping with excitement and anticipation. Y/N was surrounded by her friends, but he didn't let that intimidate him. He took a deep breath and approached her, his hands shaking slightly. Y/N looked up at him with a surprised expression, and Taz had to gather all his courage before he spoke. "Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to go out on a date with me," he said, his voice steady but somewhat strained. Y/N's face suddenly lit up with a smile, and she nodded her head eagerly. "I'd love to, Taz," she said, her voice filled with excitement. "I've been wanting to spend more time with you too." Taz felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders and a sense of relief washing over him. He had been worried that Y/N might say no, but she had been eager to spend time with him as well. It felt like he finally had a chance to get to know her better and hopefully, eventually, be more than just friends.

The first date: Y/N and Taz were both nervous but excited for their first date. Y/N had been crushing on Taz for so long, and she couldn't believe that he finally asked her to go out with her. Taz, on the other hand, was thrilled to finally have the opportunity to spend one-on-one time with Y/N. They decided on a classic dinner date at an expensive restaurant in the heart of the city. It was a beautiful spring evening, and the stars were shining bright in the sky as they walked to the restaurant. On their way, Taz couldn't help but notice how beautiful Y/N looked in her new dress. When they entered the restaurant, the atmosphere was classy and formal. They were seated at a quiet corner table, and it was the perfect spot for their first date. Taz took Y/N's hand and smiled at her. The conversation flowed easily over dinner. They talked about everything from their hobbies and interests to their favorite books and movies. As they ate the delicious food, Y/N couldn't help but feel a strong connection with Taz. He was funny and charming, and he seemed to genuinely care about her. After dinner, they went for a walk through the city streets, hand in hand. It was a romantic and magical evening, and they both felt like they were in a fairytale. As the night drew to a close, Taz walked Y/N back to her place. He couldn't bring himself to say goodbye, so he kept walking with her. And when they reached her door, he finally had the courage to kiss her. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, and Y/N felt like she was on cloud nine.

When he asked you to be his gf: There was never any doubt in Taz's mind that Y/N would make an incredible girlfriend. After spending several weeks getting to know her better, he knew that she was the one for him. He wanted to spend every waking moment with her, and he couldn't imagine his life without her by his side. So, when the time was right, he decided to take Y/N out on one of their favorite dates. They went to the top of the tallest hill in the city, and as they looked out over the lights of the city below, Taz took Y/N's hand and looked into those beautiful eyes of hers. "Y/N," he said, his voice filled with sincerity and adoration. "I think I'm in love with you. I've never felt this way about anyone before, and I know that I want to be with you forever." Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, but also with a small hint of joy. She had been hoping and praying for a moment like this, and now it was finally happening. Without thinking, she leaned in and pressed her lips against Taz's. "I love you too," she said, her voice shaking slightly. And with that, Taz knew that he had found his soulmate. He could spend the rest of his life making Y/N happy and building a life with her. She was everything to him, and he was everything to her.

How he is as a bf: Taz was a great boyfriend to Y/N, always there to support and encourage her. He was empathetic, understanding, and patient, and he always made an effort to understand her feelings and needs. He spent hours listening to her problems and offering advice, never judging her or making her feel bad. He made sure she knew that she could come to him with any issue, no matter how big or small, and he would be there to help. Taz was always there for Y/N, even in her darkest moments. He comforted her when she was feeling down, and he celebrated with her when she had a reason to be joyful. He paid attention to the small things that made Y/N happy, like picking up her favorite snacks from the store or surprising her with tickets to a concert she had been wanting to see. He made her feel special, and he made sure that she knew that she was the most important person in his life.

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natsgrave · 4 months

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NEW YEAR'S DAY | elizabeth olsen

I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day. ( obvi, another @taylorswift inspired. ) colored bold words will be the lyrics and play "new year's day" by taylor for for better experience lol. i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime!! masterlist

There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

The night was a tapestry woven with laughter, music, and the effervescent sparkle of celebration. A grand soirée had unfolded within the opulent walls of a magnificent ballroom, where the elite gathered to revel in the luxuries of life. Crystal chandeliers cast a dazzling glow over the dance floor, and the air buzzed with the merriment of the occasion.

A girl named Y/N had always been the quiet, observant type, content to linger on the edges of social gatherings and take in the energy of the room. Her world seemed to transform, however, when she received an invitation from to the grandest event of the year— a dazzling party hosted by the illustrious Scarlett Johansson, her sister. ( she always received an invitation, she just doesn't go. well, until now. )

Scarlett was the epitome of grace and sophistication, known for hosting events that left a lasting imprint on everyone fortunate enough to attend. Her parties were legendary, with an air of enchantment that lingered long after the final guest had departed.

Amidst the sea of faces, Y/N's eyes fell upon Elizabeth, her sisters' best friend, moving through the crowd like a vision. Elizabeth, the girl she had admired from afar for what felt like an eternity, was there, of course. Elizabeth's presence exuded confidence and charisma, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest as she nervously adjusted the hem of her dress, feeling a bit out of place amid the elegant crowd.

Elizabeth's presence also seemed to cast a magnetic pull, and Y/N found herself drawn toward her.

The glitter, like the residue of a magical moment, adorned the floor beneath Elizabeth's feet. Y/N's heart raced as she gathered the courage to strike up a conversation, as she approached Elizabeth.

"Hi," Y/N stammered, a nervous smile playing on her lips.

Elizabeth turned toward her, a warm smile gracing her face. "Hey there! I haven't seen you around before. Are you enjoying the party?"

Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushed with a delicate shade of pink, "It's incredible. I never imagined I'd be here."

Elizabeth chuckled, her laughter like a melody in the air, "Well, I'm glad you made it. These events can be a bit overwhelming, but they have their charm."

As the night unfolded, Y/N found herself drawn to Elizabeth's orbit. They exchanged polite conversations, laughter resonating in the air like a melody. The conversation flowed effortlessly, like a dance that mirrored the enchantment of the night. They shared stories, dreams, and in that moment, the glitter on the floor seemed to shimmer a bit brighter. Elizabeth's charm was undeniable, and Y/N felt a magnetic pull, as if fate had orchestrated this meeting.

"I've always admired you from afar." Y/N confessed, her words tinged with vulnerability.

Elizabeth's eyes sparkled with genuine interest, "Really? I had no idea. I'm flattered."

The night unfolded like a fairy tale, with Y/N and Elizabeth losing themselves in the magic of the party. They danced beneath the twinkling lights, and as the night wore on, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something extraordinary was happening.

Elizabeth, too, seemed intrigued by the genuine nature of Y/N, a refreshing contrast to the glittering facade of the event. The glitter on the floor beneath their feet seemed to sparkle with a newfound significance. It wasn't just the remnants of a party; it was the residue of a connection that had blossomed amidst the glamour.

As the party reached its crescendo, Y/N and Elizabeth found themselves amidst a shower of confetti. Y/N couldn't help but wonder if this enchanting encounter was the beginning of something beautiful.

As the night came to a close, Elizabeth looked at Y/N with a twinkle in her eyes, "I'm glad you came tonight." she said, a genuine smile gracing her lips.

Y/N, overwhelmed with a mix of excitement and gratitude, responded, "I'm glad I did too. This has been an incredible night."

Elizabeth, seemed reluctant to part ways, "Maybe we could do this again sometime?" she suggested, her eyes holding a hint of anticipation.

Y/N nodded, a smile lighting up her face, "I'd like that."

As they bid each other goodnight, Y/N walked away from the glitter-strewn ballroom with a heart full of hope. Little did Y/N know that the glitter on the floor wasn't just a symbol of a party's aftermath; it was a metaphor for the unexpected magic that had unfolded. From that night onward, Y/N and Elizabeth's connection continued to grow, their lives intertwined in a story that began with glitter on the floor and unfolded into a beautiful, unforeseen romance.

Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor, you and me from the night before

The soft glow of candlelight flickered around the room, casting dancing shadows on the hardwood floor. Y/N and Elizabeth sat amidst a scattering of Polaroids, capturing moments frozen in time— snapshots of their shared laughter, stolen kisses, and the everyday beauty that painted their love story.

As Y/N gazed at the Polaroids, a smile played on their lips. "Do you remember this one?" Y/N held up a photo, capturing a lazy Sunday morning when they had decided to make pancakes together.

Elizabeth's eyes sparkled with nostalgia as she looked at the image, "Of course, how could I forget?" Elizabeth replied, reaching for the photo. "That was the day we ended up having breakfast for dinner because your pancake-making skills needed improvement."

They both laughed, the memory resurfacing as vividly as if it had happened just yesterday. The warmth in the room wasn't just from the flickering candles; it was a reflection of the enduring love that had grown between them.

Y/N picked up another photograph, this one capturing a quiet moment shared on a rainy day.

"Our impromptu dance party in the living room." Y/N reminisced, their eyes locked with Elizabeth's.

"Ah, how could I not?" Elizabeth chuckled, "We danced like no one was watching, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside didn't exist. Just you, me, and the music."

The moments captured in those Polaroids held a special place in their hearts, a testament to the journey they had undertaken together. Yet, amidst the warmth and nostalgia, there was also a subtle acknowledgment of the challenges they had faced.

As a soft music playing softly in the background, Elizabeth's gaze met Y/N's with a depth of understanding. "You know," Elizabeth began, her voice gentle, "those moments, the ones in these pictures, they're precious to me. But what matters even more is the now. The present and the future we're creating together."

Y/N nodded, appreciating the sentiment behind Elizabeth's words. The journey of love wasn't just about reminiscing; it was about building and evolving, about facing the uncertainties of the future hand in hand.

"I love looking at these memories," Y/N admitted, "but I love the idea of making new ones even more. Our story isn't confined to the past; it's a living, breathing narrative that we're still writing every day."

Elizabeth reached out, taking Y/N's hand in hers. "Forevermore."

"Our love story continues, one Polaroid at a time, each frame capturing the beautiful journey we're on."

Don't read the last page, but I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes

Their journey began years ago, with chance encounters and stolen glances evolving into shared laughter and whispered confidences. Y/N's meticulous breathed life into Elizabeth's vivacity world, and in turn, Elizabeth's stability provided a comforting anchor for Y/N.As the seasons changed, so did the dynamics of their relationship. Together, they weathered storms and reveled in the sunny days. They celebrated victories, both big and small, and navigated the challenges that life threw their way.

And today, another challenge got thrown into their way.

The apartment echoed with the sharp tones of an argument that seemed to reverberate through the walls, leaving an uncomfortable tension in its wake. Y/N paced back and forth, frustration etched across their face, while Elizabeth stood by the window, a mixture of anger and hurt in her eyes.

"Why can't you see my point of view, Y/N?" Elizabeth's voice was raised, her frustration bubbling over, "I feel like you're not even trying to understand where I'm coming from."

Y/N stopped in their tracks, a sigh escaping their lips, "I am trying, Elizabeth, but it feels like every time we talk about this, we end up going in circles. I need you to meet me halfway, to see things from my perspective too."

The room was filled with an uneasy silence, broken only by the distant sounds of the city outside. Elizabeth took a deep breath, her voice softening, "I just thought we were on the same page. I thought we wanted the same things."

Y/N turned to face Elizabeth, frustration giving way to a deep sadness. "We do want the same things, but we have different ways of getting there. Can't we find a middle ground without tearing each other apart?"

Elizabeth looked away, the weight of the argument settling heavily on her shoulders. "I don't know, Y/N. Sometimes it feels like we're just not meant to be together."

Those words hung in the air, a painful acknowledgment of the growing rift between them. Y/N felt a lump forming in their throat, but they refused to let the conversation end on such a somber note. "Elizabeth, look, I know we're going through a tough time. But I want to stay, even when it's hard. I want to work through this, find a way to make us stronger."

Elizabeth's gaze softened as she met Y/N's eyes, "But how, Y/N? How do we fix this when it feels like we're both pulling in opposite directions?"

Y/N took a step closer, reaching for Elizabeth's hand. "Maybe we start by acknowledging that we're both imperfect. We're going to make mistakes, say the wrong things, but that doesn't mean we give up on each other. It means we fight for what we have, even when it's difficult."

Elizabeth sighed, her shoulders sagging as the weight of the argument began to lift. "I just don't want us to end up resenting each other."

Y/N nodded, squeezing Elizabeth's hand gently, "Neither do I. That's why we need to communicate, be patient with each other, and remember that we're a team. We can navigate through the storms, but only if we face them together."

I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

The city was alive with the anticipation of a new year, the air crisp with the promise of fresh beginnings. In the heart of it all, Y/N and Elizabeth found themselves atop a rooftop overlooking the city skyline, a canvas of twinkling lights that mirrored the anticipation in their hearts. The year had been a rollercoaster, but tonight, they decided to welcome the new beginning together.

Y/N, with her contagious enthusiasm, looked at Elizabeth with sparkling eyes. "Can you believe it's another year already?" she exclaimed, a warmth spreading through her as she took in the breathtaking view.

Elizabeth, always the anchor to Y/N's free spirit, smiled gently. "Time flies when you're in love, doesn't it?" Her hand found Y/N's, fingers intertwining like a promise.

As the night unfolded, they decided to forego the traditional crowded parties and embrace a more intimate celebration. The rooftop became their private haven, adorned with fairy lights and a cozy blanket, creating a cocoon that shielded them from the world below.

Y/N produced a small Bluetooth speaker, the soft strains of their favorite songs filling the air. The lyrics of Taylor Swift's "New Year's Day" seemed to resonate with the atmosphere around them. The skyline, the city lights, and the company of each other made it a moment that felt both infinite and fleeting.

"I want your midnights," Y/N sang along softly, her gaze locked with Elizabeth's. "But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day."

Elizabeth chuckled, her eyes reflecting the love and warmth that had blossomed between them over countless midnights and New Year's Eves. "Well, I wouldn't want to be cleaning up bottles with anyone else." she replied, her thumb tracing circles on the back of Y/N's hand.

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you

The rain gently tapped against the window pane, creating a soothing cadence that mirrored the rhythmic beating of Y/N's heart. She sat on the edge of her bed, surrounded by the warmth of soft lamplight and the subtle scent of vanilla candles. It was a quiet evening, the kind that invited introspection, and Y/N found herself drifting into a sea of memories, each one a page in the story of her long-term relationship with Elizabeth.

Y/N couldn't help but reminisce about the love story she shared with Elizabeth. The room was adorned with photographs capturing moments, a visual timeline of their journey together. Y/N reached for a framed picture on the shelf, her fingers tracing the contours of Elizabeth's smiling face. A soft sigh escaped her lips, the memories played out like a film reel in Y/N's mind.

The lazy Sunday mornings, the spontaneous road trips, the quiet nights curled up on the couch. Each moment was a treasure, and Y/N held them close to her heart. One particularly vivid memory stood out— the night they danced under a sky full of stars.

"Dance with me, just like this, forever." Elizabeth whispered.

"Forever sounds perfect." Y/N said with a soft smile on her face.

The rhythm of their hearts matched the melody of the night, creating a symphony of love that echoed in their shared laughter and whispered promises.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of memories as Y/N continued to reflect. She recalled the day they decided to take a break—a moment that tested the strength of their love.

"We need this time, but I love you, always." Her girlfriend, Elizabeth, said.

"I love you too."

Time apart allowed them to grow individually, and eventually, they found their way back to each other. Now, as Y/N held onto those memories, she felt a surge of gratitude for the love they had shared. The phone rang, interrupting her reverie.

It was Elizabeth.

"Hey, just wanted to hear your voice."

Y/N smiled, and said, "I was just thinking about us. Our memories."

"The good or the bad?" Elizabeth joked.

"All of it. Because every memory, every moment, holds a piece of you."

"And a piece of you is eternally a part of me. I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, Lizzie"

"What memories are you holding onto right now?" Elizabeth asked.

Y/N's mind wandered back to the early days of their relationship, the days filled with the excitement of discovery and the sweet anticipation of shared dreams.

"Remember our first date? The nervous laughter, the awkward moments, and then that magical instant when we both realized we were exactly where we were meant to be?"

"Of course, I remember. I was so struck by your authenticity, by the genuine connection we shared. It was like finding a missing piece." Elizabeth replied happily.

"And our road trip to the mountains— the wind in our hair, the breathtaking views, and those late-night conversations under a blanket of stars. It felt like we were the only two people in the world."

"Those moments were magical. I still carry the echo of your laughter and the warmth of your hand in mine."

"Even in the tough times, we held onto each other. Like that rainy night when we danced in the living room, turning a simple evening into a celebration of us." Y/N recalled.

"That dance felt like a promise—a promise to weather the storms together and to find joy in the simple moments. I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Y/N sat by the window, the soft glow of the city lights casting a warm ambience in the room. She traced her finger along the rim of her coffee cup, lost in thought. As she sipped her coffee, memories unfolded like pages of a cherished book. Elizabeth's laughter echoed in her mind— the way it tinkled like wind chimes on a breezy day, a sound that had become synonymous with joy and comfort. Y/N couldn't imagine a world where that laughter faded, where Elizabeth became a distant echo rather than the melody that accompanied the rhythm of their lives.

Lost in her contemplation, Y/N couldn't help but think aloud. "You know, Liz," she began, turning to face her long-term girlfriend, who was immersed in a book on the other side of the room. "There's something about the idea of recognizing your laugh anywhere that's so profound. It's like a piece of home, a constant in the ever-changing symphony of life."

Elizabeth was not just a girlfriend; she was the rhythm to Y/N's melody, the familiarity that made every moment feel like home.

Elizabeth looked up from her book, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "What got you thinking about that, love?" she asked, setting her book aside and giving Y/N her full attention.

Y/N sighed, her gaze filled with a mix of nostalgia and deep affection. "It just hit me— your laughter is like a familiar melody that I never want to forget. I can close my eyes and imagine you in any room, and your laughter would stand out. It's like a part of you that's etched into my soul."

Elizabeth's eyes softened, and she walked over to Y/N, taking a seat beside her. "You know, I feel the same way about you. Your presence, your laughter, they're the constants in my life. I can't imagine ever not recognizing the sound of your joy."

"Do you ever think about us, about our future?"

Elizabeth looked thoughtful, her eyes reflecting the golden hues of the lights, "All the time," she admitted. "I can't imagine my life without you, Y/N. You're the constant melody in my world."

Y/N's heart swelled with affection. She took Elizabeth's hand, fingers entwined in a silent promise. "I wish we could freeze these moments, make them last forever. I wish for a future where we continue to recognize each other's laughter, where we remain intertwined in this beautiful symphony of 'us.' Forever doesn't seem long enough when it comes to us, Liz."

Elizabeth smiled, her gaze never leaving Y/N's. "Forever sounds perfect, doesn't it?" she leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Y/N's forehead. "Forever sounds perfect to me, love. As long as we're together, navigating the highs and lows of life, our laughter will always be the soundtrack of our love story."

Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

The city bustled with life as Y/N strolled through the vibrant streets, the echoes of laughter and snippets of conversation forming a symphony of urban living.

One day, Y/N found herself in a quaint coffee shop, seeking refuge from the midday chaos. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans and the soft hum of conversation enveloped her. With a steaming cup in hand, she settled into a corner seat, intending to lose herself in the anonymity of the busy café. As Y/N sipped her coffee, lost in the depths of her own thoughts, a familiar sound floated through the air— the distinct, sound cut through the ambient noise— a melodic laugh, unmistakably that belonged to none other than Elizabeth.

It was a melody etched in Y/N's memory, a sound that had once been a symphony of shared joy and love. The laughter was distant, as if carried by a gentle breeze, but it resonated deeply within Y/N. She looked around, searching for the source of the laughter. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as they turned, their eyes locking onto Elizabeth across the room, her profile framed by the soft glow of the café lights. Time seemed to pause as Y/N watched, unable to tear her gaze away. Elizabeth was engrossed in conversation with a group of friends, her laughter a harmonious blend with the chatter around her. As the laughter reached Y/N's ears, a rush of emotions flooded her. It had been so long since Y/N had heard that laugh, a sound that used to bring comfort and warmth. But now, it felt like a bittersweet melody, a reminder of what once was.

Elizabeth's laughter, once intimately familiar, now seemed like a distant echo. Y/N couldn't help but be captivated by the way her eyes crinkled at the corners, the way her joy seemed to light up the entire room. Yet, the reality struck hard— there was a gap between them now, a silence that spoke volumes. Elizabeth's laugh, once an intimate melody meant only for Y/N, now echoed in a space where they were strangers once again.

As she kept watching her used to be lover, Y/N grappled with the decision of whether to approach Elizabeth or let the moment pass like ships in the night. Summoning courage, Y/N decided to break the silence. They approached Elizabeth's table, a hesitant smile on their face.

"Hey…" Y/N greeted softly.

Elizabeth looked up, her eyes widening in surprise. "Y/N," she said, a mixture of emotions playing across her features. "It's been a while." The syllables carrying the weight of a history they once shared.

"Yeah, it has," Y/N admitted, the gap of unfamiliarity stretching between them. "I couldn't help but overhear your laugh. It's… it's still as beautiful as ever." Her voice carrying a blend of nostalgia and uncertainty.

Elizabeth's smile wavered for a moment before she replied, "Thank you. How have you been?"

Y/N's response was measured, "I've been okay. Life has its ups and downs, you know."

"Yeah, I know." Elizabeth acknowledged, their gazes momentarily locking.

The café became a witness to the delicate dance of words, the ebb and flow of a conversation that teetered on the edge of rekindling familiarity and accepting the reality of becoming strangers once more.

"I heard about your new job," Elizabeth said, her attempt at small talk. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," Y/N replied, a flicker of gratitude in their eyes. "And you? How's everything on your end?"

Elizabeth hesitated for a moment before answering, "It's been a journey. Ups and downs, like you said."

Y/N nodded, a sense of shared understanding hanging in the air. "It was good seeing you." she finally said, her gaze lingering for a moment before she turned to go her separate way.

"You too…" Elizabeth replied, a mixture of emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

As Y/N left the coffee shop, the sound of Elizabeth's laughter lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of what was lost. They walked away, each step carrying the weight of a past that had shaped them, a love that had left its indelible mark, and the bittersweet knowledge that some connections, no matter how profound, could unravel and become memories of a time when two hearts beat as one.

Y/N, caught between the past and the present, couldn't shake the feeling that some melodies, once so intimately known, might now forever remain distant echoes.

And now, Elizabeth become a stranger whose laugh she could recognize anywhere.

hi, my sweet gravels!! angst one because i'm a sucker and live for angst. hope you'll like this, let me know what you think and enjoy!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR, MY GRAVELS!! ( this is my gift lol )

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lumilasi · 2 months

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I had an idea yesterday when I updated this particular story, (The Hollowed City) but it was very late so I decided to wait till the next day to work on it. Guess you could say it's kind of a cover for this particular fic, I kinda missed doing those (did something like this occasionally for my other fandom couple years ago, when I was still active in it).

It took me a second to decide how to symbolize Nel's red face-marking for this modern AU, and settled with red tinted (non prescription) glasses, as a tattoo like what Grimm's jawbone is here didn't make sense. She came out okay given I've never drawn her before.

The line is a modification of something said in it, as I felt its kind of a good summary for the whole thing. If you want more detailed summary, its below the cut:

(NOTE: This is basically the summary of what's happened so far, rather than the official AO3 summary for the whole fic, it also actually starts with Ichigo's arrival, poor berry boy really enters into a massive shit show lol)

After their mother's death, the albino twin of the Kurosaki brothers heads out on a wild hunt to figure out who killed her and bring the person to justice. Shiro's clues eventually lead him to Hueco Mundo, where he hears the local underground head Jeagerjaquez may have the information he needs. Unfortunately for Shiro, he gets a bit TOO close to the man, more than he intended.

Once things go horribly, disastrously wrong Shiro is forced to run for his life after pissing off the easily most dangerous man of the entire city, in a manner that is highly personal. He refuses to leave Hueco Mundo however, continuing his digging while avoiding his furious ex' underlings.

Things change however, as months later Ichigo arrives in town, and his presence interrupts the violent dynamic between the two, allowing Shiro to properly explain himself. He is forgiven eventually, but also told to go back home with Ichigo, as he's out of his depth.

Their plan to go home gets interrupted however, as now SHIRO has become a wanted man as well for an unknown reason, and Ichigo is not about to abandon his twin when he's fucked up big and in massive trouble. The two are forced to go back to Hueco Mundo, under the protection of Grimmjow and his sister Nelliel....

(Note.2: This fic is Grimm/Ichi/Shiro, but not a love triangle thing; when I separate Ichigo & Shiro as different characters I tend to aim for poly relationship, as I don't care for love triangles lol)

#bleach #fic illustration #grimmjow jeagerjaques #bleach grimmjow #grimmjow jaggerjack #nelliel tu odelschwanck #bleach nelliel #grimmichi #grimmshiro #fic cover #my fic au #lumi's art scribbles #fanart

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Hey, any other Neo AUs you've drawn or been meaning to draw but fleshed out in your head? Like you have vampy Neo, and Hazbin Neo now, and the P3 Reload Neo you drew. Any other neato Neo'd you got cooking?

I don't even think I would count with P3 Neo because it was just one drawing, like, I would say I didn't flesh that out at all in my head aside of getting some basic questions about her arcana choice, it was more of a 'I like the style! I'll try to draw a Neo in it' for the small challenge than anything xD

Nevertheless, I may as well make a list of the Neos I've drawn in the style of other series, that were done for fun, rather than to flesh an AU

When it comes to the fleshed out AUs inside my head we have:

THE VAMPIRE AU

It was the first, I know a lot of people know of its existence, but I had to mention it anyway because I'll forever be fond of it. Like, vampires are one of my main hyperfixations, so I almost always gotta have a vampire AU if the character in question isn't one already.

Even if the main timeline is up to happen in a modern setting, I've actually written some of Neo's past in RP format to develop her life with her parents, when she was still a recently sired vampire and stuff.

CYBERPUNK 2077 AU

I think the doodles speak very well by themselves, but the main idea with this was that Neo was an ex-Corpo that used to work for Salem (Grimm Corp.), which treated to experiment on Cyberpsychos in order to turn them into mechanical aberrations (like the Hound, but more Cyberpunk).

I was partially inspired by the run I played in my own Cyberpunk 2077 game lol

Nevermore AU

My bestie and I watched the Wednesday show and ended brainstorming an AU for the academy that the protag stays at. I actually wrote a bit of Neo in the setting as well with my bestie, for the fun of it.

POKEMON AU

I actually learnt a few things while doing this one and brainstorming ideas, because I had no idea they use Ditto in the mangas to shapeshift people, as in, Ditto can cover a person and use the shifting powers so the person has a disguise like, WHAT?

Anyway, a Pokemon AU of my Neo. Mimikyu was her starter as a kid when still known as Trivia. The Espeon actually helps with transmitting Neo's thoughts if she needs to communicate real bad, Ditto is for her own shapeshifting...

She also has a Vanilluxe and a Zoroark (her biggest ace in the sleeve) for proper battle and help with her crimes due to illusions. Vanillite and Ditto are the ones swapped for them in that case.

ROCK AU

THE FUCKING ROCK AU HAS ONE OF MY FAVE NEO DESIGNS! Like I love her, I loved designing this one. It was fun. I should draw her more, honestly.

In this one, Neo ACTUALLY had a voice at first, she was actually a vocalist and keyboard player before an accident that left her vocal cords fucked up- had to go through an operation, but she never recovered her voice.

She's a musician that actually uses old records of her voice to develop a system that will replicate her voice for new songs, think like, Vocaloid, sort of.

She eventually meets Cinder and joins her band as a guitarist to honor Roman.

...eventually also falls out with her and ends with Ruby's band, initially to spite Cinder for kicking her out.

MAFIA AU

Bruh, I even went ahead and designed all the members of the Ever After Mafia in this one. Neo wasn't initially part of them and had her own thing -Roman's Mafia- which she inherited after Roman died.

Cinder is like a double agent in this one and eventually betrays Neo and leaves her to die (following Salem's orders), but Neo survives and ends in the Ever After, desperate to have revenge against Salem's Mafia for what they did.

The Curious Cat is the big boss initially, but he was a motherfucking manipulator that took advantage of the other members when they were in their lowest, even Neo.

So Neo eventually has enough and kills him, becoming the boss instead, even if she honestly hates the responsibility. It's when Neo becomes the Mad Hatter for the group.

EXORCIST AU

The recent one- I'm sure people don't need that much info of this one because it's pretty recent.

Other AUs: Rusted Knight but it's Neo suffering the time trap ; Werecat AU ; Serial Killer AU ; Jennifer's Body AU

And now for other crossovers:

Among Us, TCOAAL, Hellborn Neo (Succubi + Demon Cat mix)(HH, Helluva Boss), Homestuck, Helltaker, Adventure Time, Sinner Neo (HH), Persona 3, Disney Cat

#Ask #AU #sadiemacoy #this feels like opening the Pandora's Box of the Neo AUs

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Hey! I see you're into fragile/higgs ship and caught myself quite like them too recently (tho i've been in DS fandom already for a year and mostly thought about them as a friends)

Just wondering why do you like them? Do you have any headcanons/interesting thoughts? I'm very curious 👀

Hi! First of all apologies for the wall of text you're about to get, but unfortunately you came knocking at my door after I spent nearly two months ruminating about this ship basically by myself sooo I'm dumping it all here

Well the short (lol) version is that in my first playthrough I mostly just absorbed the characters and storyline, but by the time I got to their final scene on the Beach I was like wait a minute... their whole shared storyline feels way too loaded for them to simply have been business associates, that shit is personal, even Higgs wanting to damage Fragile feels way too pointed to just be justified by "he was a turncloak with a secret agenda." Now, I'm not against a "they were simply close friends" interpretation, it works just as well to explain the emotional weight of their falling out, BUT I also cannot ignore the zest, the flavor, the spice of them actually having been involved romantically at some point. And honestly going into my second playthrough with the shipping goggles on I can't help thinking that Fragile speaks about Higgs like he was an ex that hurt her, and the way that she is suspiciously cagey about the specifics of their relationship makes my ears shoot up like a German shepherd.

On a Doylist level I also find it interesting that Kojima gave Higgs extra backstory that connects him to Fragile in the Director's Cut, and also how the behind the scenes for the DS2 mocap show Troy and Léa sharing a scene... I think Kojima is not done intertwining their story and we'll get more info in the sequel.

Now for the headcanons... I have enough that I might or might not be writing a long-ish fic about it, but I want to finish this Director's Cut playthrough before completing it (I could just look stuff up on the wiki but that's not fun). Also I have some art in the pipeline about it that I hope to post within the week. Anyway, the bite sized version of how I envision their relationship:

I hc Higgs as being immediately attracted to Fragile but not really acting on it, while she develops her attraction after getting to know him a little. Then she's down bad but she doesn't even realize it until it's so obvious it hits her in the face

A few people at their joint Fragile Express/whatever Higgs' operation was called co-op assume they are an item long before anything ever happens, because they just hang out together a lot. They have a similar penchant for corny jokes and puns and enjoy some light banter; Fragile finds Higgs' flair for theatrics endearing, while he is drawn to how gentle she is because he has known so little softness in his life (also he thinks she's insanely pretty, which duh. It's self evident because Léa Seydoux) (it's his first serious girl crush anyway; I hc him as bi and as having had mostly experiences with men before her)

They bond over their DOOMS condition and Higgs is fascinated by Fragile's powers, while she is less enthused by all the collateral effects. In my hc, at this point she has yet to become as skilled at traveling through dimensions as she is in the game, which makes her reluctant to agree to Higgs' requests to show him the Beach. This sows the seeds of his resentment towards her, because he feels she has a privilege she doesn't make use of and doesn't want to share.

They are both pretty touchy feely (canon!) so when their relationship goes from friendly to romantic it gets physical immediately and enthusiastically. Yes even accounting for the worldwide lowered sex drive. If there's one thing I never do is put characters in horny jail 🫡

I think Fragile got to know a version of Higgs that was quite different from what we see in the game, which you sort of can gauge from the more optimistic pages of his diary. Like there's a part of him who's starved for love and connection and a sense of belonging and gravitates towards people like Coffin (he never had a mother) and Fragile herself; ironically, the pull towards Amelie answers to the same need but in reality it feeds on his more nihilistic, call-of-the-void side. I'm not saying that Amelie brainwashed him or anything, but I think she saw what was already there – a deep seated resentment towards a hostile world and towards those he feels got handed a luckier deal than he did, that he countered by clinging to the notion of being special because of his DOOMS, but then there's someone like Fragile who's even more special and doesn't seem to be doing much with it. Amelie gave him a chance to fulfill what he felt was his potential and shared her power with him, but the tradeoff was severing the connections he had, "killing" the part of him that wanted to be loved to make space for what he perceived as a higher form of love ("I found someone who completes me" which he says to Fragile specifically like he wants to rub it in her face? Like she wasn’t enough to fulfill that role?)

That’s why I think it’s significant that he lost his hands with his power-up, because the (holding, welcoming) hands are strongly associated with Fragile; and to me it makes sense if he purposely ruins her body also because it’s a way to stifle his attraction to her. There’s also a lot of projection because HE is the one who’s felt like damaged goods all along, who grew up being crushed psychologically and physically. I also think that both of them coming close to annihilating the other but choosing not to – leaving them in a dicey situation but not entirely without escape – shows in some twisted way that their bond still exists, which makes me giggle and rub my hands like a nasty little goblin knowing we have another game coming.

So… That’s the gist of it. Sorry for rambling on but as I said, I don’t really get the chance to talk about this ship much – greetings from rarepair hell, etc.

#replies #death stranding #fragile x higgs #higgs x fragile #greetings from rarepair hell #embarrassing amounts of mental real estate have been allocated to this... The mental illness is in full display i fear #i dunno they just make so much sense. to me #and i just enjoy the inherent tragedy of it all because i love to make myself suffer

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araneapeixes · 6 months

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I love your Shadowheart art, I'd love to see your Tav. Do you have any headcanons with you Tav and the party? Romance/friends bffs etc?

Omg that's so sweet, I can't believe someone is interested in seeing my Tav 😭❤️ This is her, her name is Ren, pronouns she/they (in game I sometimes switch between she/her and they/them using the magic mirror basically lol)

They're a half-drow fighter with urchin background, basically a scrappy street kid who had to learn to survive. Her main drive is that she would do anything for her friends, and as someone who had never worshipped any gods or had reason to trust in figures of authority, she just wants everyone to understand that they are fine the way they are and don't need the approval of some god. She doesn't seek authority or power and thinks that doing so never ends up being like, good for you (holding Astarion and Gale by the scruff of their necks)

Before the events of the game they'd say 'yeah i basically just want to survive and not be bothered lol' but when put in a situation where they have the power to help someone less fortunate they will ALWAYS take the opportunity to do so - too much of life spent being the one less fortunate!

Despite being a half-drow they'd never actually seen the Underdark before the events of the game and never met their drow father either so all that ancestry has really been to them is the assumptions people make.. In her appearance I was going for like, softer features than most drow seem to have and kind, human, brown eyes<3 You can'r rly see it in the pictures but she also has the neck rose tattoo.

They're a bit on the quiet and pensieve side (especially for a fighter) but have a cheeky sense of humour and always stay positive!!

This is the only art I've really done of Ren so far lol

Sketched it out after the first Shadowheart romance scene so YEAH Shart romance obviously hehe Ren was immediately drawn to her because 1)hot goth girl hiiiii and 2)she could see the incongruity between what SH said she was and believed and her actual morals and behaviour. And Ren's calm, kind and unjudgemental presence made Shadowheart trust her very quickly. Basically an immediate attraction and fascination that quickly turned into a strong bond, ik that's not very unique or interesting sorry they're just in louve<3

as for the other party members she feels very close to Astarion (just drawn to edgy bitches with a dark past ig!!) and is basically trying to domesticate him and show him the joys of found family. Karlach is also a very easy natural friend for her as they're similar in many ways although Ren is much quieter and less intense lol but they're Best Bros and drink beer together and arm wrestle and laugh at stupid shit

also good buds with Gale despite his initial romantic intentions and she helps him with the cooking<3 She admires Lae'zel and feels for her struggle a lot but had a bit of a harder time with her at first because of the rough bossiness but they grew closer over time and respect each other greatly. and loves Wyll obviously who doesn't love Wyll but rolls her eyes at his dramatic heroism. Really vibes with Jaheira's sense of humour and thinks shes hot too

#thank u so much for asking I loved writing this out!!#anon #ask #bg3 #shadowheart #bg3 tav #ren #(this ones for me)#we lost halsin along the way im afraid bc i fucked it in the shadow lands and didnt do the thaniel quest:^)#i also have a faggy bitchy boy durge named Javi but i just started w him so hes not too fleshed out yet #but he is ging to romance astarion and i like to think of them and ren+shadowheart as a friend group<3 #i need to make more SHxTav headcanons and draw them with their 473769720 pets in their country cottage #BTW Ren's views of the characters do not necessarily reflect my own even if she is 80% self insert. for instance i fucking love lae'zel #just wanted to disclaim

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laxmiree · 6 months

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[CN] MLQC Lucien’s Poison Date translation (Part 2/2)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

⚠️ Content Warning: Suicide. Please proceed cautiously and prioritize your mental and emotional well-being when engaging with this material

I've committed unforgivable sins, drunk the incurable poison.

Your sweet voice has set my reason ablaze, beckoning me to follow you to the depths of hell.

So kiss me, my love, with those poisoned lips of yours.

Previous Part-> [Here]

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Lucien being over the top and dramatic with his villain narrative is a bit comedic LOL, it is not something that you hear every day. Also, that end part….. the despair is very painful to hear and watch huhu.

[Part 3]

Tonight, the audience in the theater consists only of the Pope and me, so the opening applause is naturally a bit sparse.

After the melodious music begins, the curtain is drawn open.

On the stage, the simple set pieces appear to be a palace.

The music gradually slows, and the sound of footsteps approaches from one side of the stage. I follow the sound, and in an instant, my breath catches.

Even the Pope beside me can’t help but take a sharp breath and sits up with great interest.

A magnificent crown, a dark-colored robe…

For a moment, I almost believed it was the spirit of my husband, resurrected and standing before me.

MC: Lucien….

Xu Mo doesn’t look like Xu Mo at all now. After taking the specter, he is almost identical to Lucien.

Xu Mo seems quite pleased with the reactions of the two of us in the audience. He winks at me lightly and raises his voice.

Xu Mo: (dramatically) Another long and endless night.

Xu Mo: I’ve spent countless hours on lengthy and tedious scriptures, and now I have to deal with the infatuation of that boring princess…

Xu Mo: …I gave up being a servant of God and immersed myself in the secular world, but when will my ideals and ambitions finally be realized!

MC: This is…

I listen in shock to Xu Mo’s arrogant speech, and amid it, an indescribable fear creeps up from my heart.

On the stage, Xu Mo appears like a true king. He gracefully reclines on the throne, casually toying with the scepter with one of his hands.

Bloody, withered bones spread beneath his feet, and amid the dimming flames, he continues to pour out his ambitions.

Xu Mo: I can’t wait any longer.

Xu Mo: Perhaps I should instigate an impeachment, a rebellion, and crown myself with the blood of countless people?

Xu Mo: But what about my wife?

Xu Mo: The poor little princess is too delicate. Her ears can only bear the beautiful music of the harp; the sound of weapons would frighten her.

His words, with their ups and downs, are filled with a cruel chill that seeps into every fiber of my being.

———What on earth is Xu Mo performing?!

Xu Mo: Wait, I’ve thought of it.

Onstage, Xu Mo tosses aside the scepter, and, as if performing magic, he now holds a captivating bouquet in his hand.

Oleander, Aconite, Gelsemium… each one of them is the dazzling poisonous flowers that Lucien once told me about.

Xu Mo: An Eastern sorcerer once taught me an unnamed formula, and that colorless, tasteless powder will surely help me realize my dream.

Xu Mo: Perhaps tonight, I should set up a banquet and invite that foolish and ignorant king.

MC: ….!

Banquet. King. Hellish memories flow back into my mind like a stream of mud, and I tremble all over.

On that day, Lucien hosts a banquet and invites my father and the Pope. I can’t attend due to a sudden high fever.

After the banquet, while I was still ill, I received shocking news-

My father dies at the dining table, and my husband, whose plot to poison the Pope and usurp the throne is exposed, is executed on the spot by the surviving Pope.

Within a single day, the two most important men in my life have left me in this way.

But these are royal secrets, and I have never told Xu Mo about them. How did he find out?!

At this point, the music for the second act has already started, the lights are dimming, and the execution table is about to be brought onto the stage.

MC: No…!

Unable to bear it any longer, I suddenly stand up and stumble out of the theater.

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After the girl’s fleeing figure disappears, the music and the performance immediately come to a halt.

Xu Mo raises a glass of wine, walks down from the stage, and approaches the Pope.

The actor still wears a magnificent royal robe, his voice composed.

Xu Mo: Unfortunately, there is only one audience member left now. What do you think of this performance?

The Pope leans back in his seat contentedly and perfunctorily claps his hands.

The Pope: Outstanding performance. It even had our esteemed Princess MC completely engrossed.

The Pope: However, the plot does seem a bit too long. It’s about time for the curtain to fall, don’t you think, Xu Mo?

Xu Mo: Indeed.

Xu Mo: Then please, have this glass of wine to celebrate the end of this great performance.

Xu Mo hands the wine to the Pope, who smiles as he drinks it all in one go before leaving happily.

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After returning to the palace, I pull all the curtains closed and bury myself in the corner of the bed.

Thoughts in my mind become a tangled mess, and amidst the chaos, that most secretive and terrifying thought uncontrollably resurfaces.

—Perhaps there was never an actor “Xu Mo” who traveled from the East, there’s only…

Just thinking of that name alone, my heart feels like it’s being twisted by a knife.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but my bedroom door is pushed open, and the candlelight illuminates through the darkness.

Xu Mo: Madam, I know you’re here.

The source of light is getting closer, and Xu Mo has already taken off his costume, his expression gentle as if nothing had happened before.

Xu Mo:(gently) You’ve been like this before, after being frightened, you would extinguish all the lights and huddle in the corner of the bed without moving.

Xu Mo: Every time, I had to coax you for a while, using sweets or kisses to persuade you, before you’d finally come out like a little rabbit.

He sets down the candlestick and leans slowly towards me. His voice is so gentle that it could drown anyone.

Xu Mo: Actually, the play I had prepared wasn’t this one, but because of an unexpected audience, I had to perform this kind of scenario.

Xu Mo: I’m sorry, did I frighten you tonight?

I open my mouth as if unsure of how to find my words, and after a moment, I speak with difficulty.

MC: …Who are you really?

Xu Mo: Who do you think I am?

His voice is soft, like a ghost’s whisper, but his breath is warm, landing gently on my forehead, repeatedly scorching that small patch of skin.

MC: ….

MC: You are…

That one word is too heavy; once spoken, it would shatter the resolve I’ve built up over these past few years.

In the long silence, Xu Mo can’t wait for my response, and he lowers his gaze.

Xu Mo: I’m a little disappointed, young princess.

Xu Mo: I believe I’ve taught you enough, you should be able to taste that someone has poisoned your drink at today’s banquet.

Xu Mo: Now you should… Ugh! [gasps]

His calmness completely ignites my anger; I swiftly throw off the blanket and lunge towards him.

Xu Mo gets caught off guard, and I push him down onto the bed.

The anger of being played with completely drowns my reason, and I only want to repay him with all the torment I’ve endured over these years.

But my body is too weak, and my struggles in his eyes probably resemble nothing more than a bedroom game. With little effort, he manages to restrain my wrists.

Xu Mo: Be good, now is not the time to be angry.

Without the need for elaborate attire, Xu Mo’s voice regains the composure befitting his high position.

He used to always use that kind of voice to coax me, kiss me, making me willingly ensnared in his web.

I used to be so enamored by his composure, but now I can only let out a bitter laugh.

MC: Do you expect me to weep tears of joy at your “resurrection”?

MC: Why can’t I be angry about your deception?

MC: Why do you think I wouldn’t want to kill you, Lucien?

Ding-ding- [sounds of bells]

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Outside the castle, a mournful tolling of funeral bells suddenly echoes, startling countless crows into flight.

A towering blaze erupts from the cathedral, and the priests, in a panic, try to rush out but find the entrance surrounded by layers of soldiers.

Priest: You…?!

Soldier: The Pope is dead, and until the new Pope arrives, no one is allowed to leave the cathedral.

[Part 4]

Neither Lucien nor I care about the deafening tolling of the bells and the cries from outside; none of it has anything to do with this room.

I take a deep breath, reaching for my concealed dagger, and at that moment, a cold gleam flashes within our locked gazes.

Lucien:[gasps] ….!

A rare surprise flicker in Lucien’s eyes. In the blink of an eye, he only manages to reach out his hand to block the dagger.

The blade slices through his palm, and the tip of the knife stops at his throat.

Crimson droplets of blood slide down the silver blade, landing on the hollow of his collarbone, one drop after another.

Lucien:[gasps] ….

Despite the pain he’s clearly experiencing, a smile blossoms on Lucien’s face.

He even opens his other hand, baring his chest, as if inviting me to do as I wish.

Lucien: Okay then, what’s the reason for my wife wanting to kill me?

MC: Isn’t the act you’re putting on today the reason?

Lucien: Did you really believe it?

Of course, I didn’t believe it.

When the pope told me back then, I never believed that Lucien would poison him and usurp the throne.

I know his ambitions and ideals, and I believe he must have secret trouble and is unjustly accused.

I know better than anyone the kind of person my beloved, whom I mourn day and night, truly is.

So when I tasted the poison in the holy water, I thought it was just the Pope torturing me, wanting me to follow him to his death slowly.

-But now, the glaring truth in front of me shatters my wishful thinking.

I don’t apply more force, and Lucien doesn’t release the blade either.

As if my silent response is more unbearable to Lucien than the pain in his palm, he tilts his head slightly, then turns back again.

Lucien: I’m sorry.

Lucien: From the beginning, you shouldn’t have trusted Lucien.

My gaze blurs and then clears with his words, and suddenly, a tear falls on Lucien’s cheek. Only then do I realize my tears have gathered on my chin.

MC: So, then, that day… Was it really you…?

Lucien: It was me, but it wasn’t me at the same time.

Lucien’s response seems ambiguous, but in reality, both he and I know exactly what we’re talking about.

Lucien: I was just a bottle of poison in the hands of the Pope; wherever he needs me to be used, I will be used.

Lucien: The Pope realized that he couldn’t destroy your father’s reputation, but he couldn’t wait any longer, so he used my prescription.

Lucien: I was afraid he would eliminate you as well, so I added something to your food that caused you to get a fever that day, sparing you from attending the banquet.

The truth has shaken me so badly that I can hardly hold the knife handle steadily.

Lucien takes the opportunity to hug me tightly, prying open my fingers and stripping the dagger away, but his words continue to haunt me.

Lucien: The Pope has discovered my little tricks. He promised not to harm you, but he has given me new orders.

Lucien: He shifted all the blame onto me, had me executed, and Lucien ceased to exist in the world, leaving him as the sole ruler of this land.

MC: Then “Xu Mo” rises from the grave and goes to a neighboring country to continue working for him, right?

Lucien nods.

MC: Then why are you here now?

Lucien: Because my plan has come to an end, and it’s time to reclaim what’s rightfully mine.

MC: What’s rightfully yours… the Papal throne?

Lucien: Mm.

Lucien: And you.

Lucien’s expression at this moment is filled with deep love and regret, but it makes my inside feel as if they’re being squeezed.

His slender fingers carefully trace over my throat, confirming my heartbeat, as they leave red traces on my skin.

Lucien: The poison in the wine at today’s banquet was quite potent. Fortunately, it was detected early, but you might have trouble sleeping for the next few days.

Lucien: But now is not the time to discuss this. Accompany me to the cathedral, okay?

Lucien: The Pope is already dead, there won’t be any danger in the future… [gasps] Huh?

His fingers pressing on my pulse suddenly stiffen.

MC: ….You finally figured it out, didn’t you.

I slowly, very slowly, start to show him a grave smile.

MC: Why did you believe I wasn’t poisoned? Always so sure that everything was under your control?

Arising emotions and the effects of the drug cause an unusual flush on my pale face, and Lucien’s breath freezes.

Lucien:[his breath hitches and his words shaken] No…

MC: I should thank you, Lucien.

MC: Thank you for not letting me die at the dinner table a few years ago and from the poisoned wine tonight.

MC: I’m also thankful for the pharmacology lessons you gave me, which allowed me to taste the subtle sweetness in the holy water I drink every week at the cathedral.

Every time I went to pray, the sealed wax on the silver chalice, the faintly sweet water, and the Pope’s hypocritical smile made me nauseous.

MC: You said all your poisons have their rightful place, does that include me?

MC: Lucien, you’re murdering and saving me at the same time… Why?!

Lucien grips my wrist tightly, and for the first time, a look of panic appears on his face.

Lucien: What if I told you I didn’t know about the poison in your holy water… Since you knew it was poisoned, why did you drink it?

He suddenly lifts his head, his voice trembling.

Lucien: -How long have you been drinking it?!

A smile forms at the corner of my lips, my heart feeling relieved and liberated.

MC: Because I’ve been missing you all this time.

MC: …I’ve missed you for so long. That’s how long I’ve been drinking it.

Lucien’s pupils contract in shock. He stumbles out of bed and starts rummaging through a dark cabinet, pulling out one bottle after another.

Lucien: (in a panic) Not this… not this one…

Lucien: Why did I develop it in the first place… why did I give it to him…

Lucien: Yes, MC, drink this first. It can’t wholly detoxify you, but it should provide some relief.

He finally finds a medicine bottle. He anxiously half-kneeling in front of me and bringing a small bottle to my lips.

I gaze at him steadily, not making a move for a long time.

I’m well aware that relief is only temporary, and everything has come too late.

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As dawn breaks, the guards in silver armor knock on my door, and they say, “We’ve come to welcome the new Pope.”

Lucien: And the new Queen.

He supports my weakened self, walking into the bright light.

My coronation ceremony is even grander than our wedding, with flower petals showering down as if to squander all of spring.

Unfortunately, I run out of strength before reaching the end of the red carpet, and amidst a flurry of gasps, Lucien carries me to the throne.

Lucien: …I am honored to crown you.

His kiss, along with the crown, descends onto my forehead, its weight almost too heavy for me to bear.

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My body deteriorates further, and Lucien asks me to wait for him, to give him time to concoct an antidote and to see his true heart.

Actually, he doesn’t need to go through all this trouble.

I’m incapacitated by the poison, unable to do anything, while he is a wise and astute Pope who will lead the nation to prosperity and order.

Yet, he insists on seeking my opinion on every decree, whether I’m in a coma or awake.

And when he formally proclaims them, he always adds the phrase, “In accordance with the Queen’s will.”

I transform from a pitiable woman of ill omen into a resourceful Queen who’s been working hand in hand with her husband, who faked his own death, to overthrow the tyranny of the previous pope.

Even though no one has ever seen me, they all sing praises for me.

It’s really funny. If my fingers still had strength, I’d love to play a scherzo for them.

Lucien continues tirelessly to research and search for an antidote for me. However, the increasing duration of my unconsciousness has left his face more and more grim.

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When I wake up this time, I find myself carefully wrapped in a feather bed, and there’s a bouquet of purple bellflowers by my side.

Freshly picked, with dewdrops still on the petals.

MC:(smiles) …Poison-free.

My voice startles Lucien, who sits at the desk, and he suddenly looks up.

Lucien:(gently) Is my wife awake?

I softly hum in response. I can’t bring myself to be resolute with him. At least now, we can talk calmly.

I blink drowsily, and my gaze shifts to the desk.

MC: What are you writing?

Lucien: Just some decrees to be issued in the future.

MC: Why do you have to write so long?

The spread-out parchment scroll drags on the floor, and I can’t help but be surprised.

But Lucien doesn’t explain. He picks up a small vial and leans down in front of me.

Lucien: Recently, a physician from the Far East has arrived in the capital. This is a prescription we formulated together. Try it, okay?

His tone reminds me of “Xu Mo”. I press my tongue against my teeth and manage to say, “Okay,” with difficulty.

A spark of delight lights up in his eyes. He carefully administers the medicine to my lips, eagerly awaiting my reaction.

Lucien:(with a bit of hope in his voice) Is your head still hurting?

MC: It still hurts.

Lucien: Are you breathing better?

MC: No.

Lucien: ….

Lucien:(quietly) And… your heart?

MC: I feel… like it’s not beating anymore.

For a moment, I can almost see the invisible despair crushing down the man in front of me.

He lowers his head and gently buries his face in the palm of my hand.

Lucien: ….You��re punishing me, right?

MC: I’m not punishing you, Lucien.

I feel the salty dampness in my palm, sticky and wet. It’s as if we are already trapped in an unsolvable situation.

MC: My innocence and romance had already come to an end on that day, and I… I’m just very tired.

MC: I want to hate you, but I know I can’t hate you. I want to love you, but I don’t dare to love you.

MC: It’s me… I hate myself that’s like this.

Deathly silence pervades the dimly lit room until the sun sets in the west and the morning dew dries up. Then, Lucien’s hoarse voice finally breaks the silence.

Lucien: If Madam doesn’t dare to love Lucien, can she perhaps show some mercy for Xu Mo?

He has never begged like this before; I can’t refuse him.

MC: …Okay.

MC: Xu Mo, my most loyal servant, could you please reenact the scene from the first time I saw you?

Lucien nods, his face obscured by the twilight glow, only his melodious voice reaching my ears.

Lucien: I’ve committed unforgivable sins, drunk the incurable poison.

Lucien: The secret elixir is as sweet as honey at times, and as bitter as chicory at others; Once you taste a drop, your soul will perish.

Lucien: Your sweet voice has set my reason ablaze, beckoning me to follow you to the depths of hell.

Lucien: So kiss me, my love, with those poisoned lips of yours.

As I listen to his soothing voice, my vision gradually blurs. In the final scene, I see Lucien taking out that dagger, pointing it towards his own chest.

–In the final moment, I remember.

The reason I brought Xu Mo back that day is because he performed a beautiful play of lovers ending their lives together for love’s sake.

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[Afterwords]

Before I share my thoughts- I want to remind y’all that this story is fictional and shouldn’t be taken as encouragement or inspiration for any harmful actions, particularly self-harm or suicide. If you or someone you know is struggling with such thoughts or feelings, please seek help and support from a mental health professional or a trusted person.

Okay, let’s talk a bit about the date. Honestly, I have a bit of mixed feelings about this date. On the one hand, I like that PG finally has the guts to have a bad ending; it’s beautifully written, and I LOVE all the tropes being used here, but on the other hand… I feel that because the date is so short, it doesn’t explore much of his motivation and detail of his plans, making his plan feel flimsy and his character a bit OOC. I mean, the Lucien that we know wouldn’t be ‘dumb’ enough to trust someone like the Pope.

But, well, I can only compromise, so here’s my take on what might have transpired. At that time, when the Pope sought to eliminate MC’s father, he may not have wielded much power. Consequently, he might have had no choice but to acquiesce to the Pope’s terms. After his ‘death’, while doing the Pope’s work as ‘Xu Mo’, he also secretly gathers power (ie. the soldiers at the end might be his people) to reclaim the papal throne for him and the Queen’s throne for MC. He is a loyal servant to his master, but his real master wasn’t the Pope, classic Lucien double agents trope, I must say. It’s almost reminiscent of the main story, especially with his connection to NW.

Perhaps he already did everything he could, like teaching MC how to recognize the poisons, so if the Pope tried to poison her, she could acknowledge it promptly and avoid consuming it. However, he didn’t take her deep feelings for him into account, didn’t consider that she would rather follow him into the afterlife after his ‘death’ :”.

After many years, he finally came back for revenge. Coincidentally, MC is also bringing him back to the palace, and as Xu Mo, he takes care of her needs as her servant. The stage play is indeed for the Pope to see; the purpose is to relax the Pope’s vigilance. By acting as the villain as MC’s watch, he proves ‘his loyalty’ to the Pope. This act lulls the Pope into a false sense of security, and it’s only when the Pope’s guard is completely down, Lucien finally can ‘let the curtain fall’ as he poisons the Pope.

It’s understandable why MC gets mad at him. First, he faked his death, leaving her for years with her grief and depression, only to find out that he was alive all along. Second, although she doesn’t believe in the stage play, he still deceives her and indirectly kills her father. And yet, despite everything that’s happened, she can’t bring herself to hate him.

AND THEN, here comes the final twist, just when Lucien thought he could finally reclaim everything that was rightfully his. He found out that everything was not under his control. Just like in the Main Story, MC is always outside of his control. His composure crumbles the instant he learns of her impending demise. The throne, the power, and the land mean nothing to him if there’s no MC by his side. What’s worse, it’s his own prized poison that slowly kills her. He saves her, yet at the same time, he is also the one who indirectly kills her. Ironic, isn’t?

(By the way, the coronation scene is excellent; it’s just ugh so heartbreaking and beautiful at the same time)

Although it’s painfully clear that there’s no way to save her, Lucien still relentlessly and desperately tries to find a cure. Really, as long as she's alive, he will never give up even a trace of hope because he believes in the future when he will rule the kingdom together with her, so even when MC was seriously ill, he was still writing decrees and trying to discuss it with her. He clears out her name and prepares his death by writing that long decree for the future (at least the kingdom will be okay, I guess :”D).

But when MC utters those heart-wrenching words, telling him that her heart no longer beats after he gave her the antidote, he gives up all illusions, all his status, power, wealth, and fame, without any hesitation and directly chooses to die together with her. The last thing he could do was beg for her mercy.

–In the final moment, I remember.

The reason I brought Xu Mo back that day is because he performed a beautiful play of lovers ending their lives together for love’s sake.

This last scene :””. MC brought back Xu Mo because the act of dying out of love touched her. It gave her some relief that perhaps dying for love wasn’t so bad. By using ‘Xu Mo’ play, Lucien also dies out of love, completing this ‘play’ doomed from the start.

#mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc cn #mlqc spoiler #mlqc #mlqc translation #mr. love queen's choice #mr love lucien #mlqc xu mo #mlqc spoilers #Youtube

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paytato435 · 5 months

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“I don’t care, I haven’t snuck out like this in weeks!” Donnie answered before turning and flipping dramatically into the shadows. He scuttled along the wall like a bug until he could peak around the next corner. Tim just casually walked along behind him.

Chapter art for Chapter 10 of Snapper and Stinkpot, THE BUG.

Timothy belongs to @/PineTreeVillain (I linked him on the actual fanfic chapter, not sure what the proper etiquette here is, lol)

Also fun fact, the reference art I used to draw Tim had him with a chain hanging from his jeans, but I literally drew Angel with a chain on hers last week so I switched it up and gave him a little keychain instead. His keyfob is the same as my car. Would Tim drive a Miata? I don't fucking know. Gave him a Septic Sam too to match the t-shirt (of himself?) he wears, hee hee.

Y’all it took 10 chapters but we are here! The plot is plotting, the art is arting, I am so happy with what I have putting out on this silly blog for the last two months, it’s been fucking crazy. I’ve never done fan art or written anything this substantial ever, it is so creatively fulfilling and I just want to thank everyone who likes and reblogs these posts because y’all have no idea how fucking excited I get when I get feedback on it. I’ve never been more happy in my life, no fucking lie. Thank you so so much, but especially to @lizardlover67 , @entspiderty , @spl00n , @theosb0rnway , @allyheart707 and @caaaaaww for being so supportive in my art journey.

Gonna blab about the art now for a moment because I want to! I cannot believe it took me this long to post art about Donatello. He is the 10/10 the best turtle, and all I have to show my love is a handful of stupid doodles from over a week ago. It's probably a crime, honestly. I need to draw him more; him and Raph, their heads just give me so much trouble idk what it is, but I haven't figured them out yet. I have more trouble drawing Donnie than I did Tim and this is literally the second time I've drawn Tim (and the first was just a dumbass doodle I never posted lmao.) I have a bunch of alternate art that I had drafted up for this that will come out later this week, as well as a draft comic I never posted where April was breaking into the school with Donnie instead. And... I'm sure I've probably said enough now. It's late, and I gotta write chapter twelve or something, idk (this is a scheduled post).

I love it here, hope y’all have a wonderful day. 🥹

#rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt timothy #snapper and stinkpot #casey sas au #chapter art

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figureofdismay · 3 months

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Resonance Frequency please? 👀

For this WIP ask meme: https://www.tumblr.com/figureofdismay/740397915629125632/wip-meme-stolen-from-stripedroseandsketchpads-and

welp, I got sucked down a tangent trying to math out some of a fictitious Scully family tree + outline timeline shortly after sitting down to answer this one and it's now several hours later, oops 😅

I don't have anything coherent enough to share yet, just scene fragment here and there in my outline but in a way this is my specialest little ridiculous darling of a fic, my favorite project i've got on the go at the moment

Are you familiar at all with the John Crowley novel Little, Big? This one definitely shares some thematic space with that one. Kind of the idea that the Scully family, like the Drinkwater family is (or some of them are, more likely in the women) blessed/cursed with particular ~abilities and senses, which also come with certain responsibilities, to follow a certain path, though they never quite know what that path is until they realize they've been on it.

In the show canon Scully shows perceptive/psychic/premonitory abilities on multiple occasions, In Beyond The Sea both the visitation of her father's spirit upon his death, and her ability to 'see' and make sense of Boggs's vision and find the clues in a location that other agents had been over multiple time ~as if drawn there, and the sort of combined channeling/visionary experiences she has with Boggs -- Mulder thinks Boggs is faking the whole time and Scully doesn't because imo she's being pulled along into these psychic feelings. In One Breath she has her near death experience on the lake and is able to communicated to Melissa -- also shown to have sensitivities -- and to Mulder. In Blessing Way/Anasazi Scully has a visitation from Mulder when he's having his own near death experience. In Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose she "figures out" who the killer is by looking at a tarot card and handling a bit of lace that was stuck to the killer's clothes (somehow the fact that she 'saw' the killer is never mentioned again lol), and again she is able to interpret Bruckman's visions better than anyone else involved in the case while claiming she doesn't believe in any of it. In Revelations she acts a chosen protector to a boy who is touched with stigmata and has visions of his own, and agrees that she is fulfilling a fated, sacred role. She has visions in Elgy, a case where Mulder believes the visions are harbingers of death, and while this is deep in the cancer arc and Scully and the audience both believe this means she's getting sicker, a part of me wonders if this is yet more of her sympathetic abilities at play, because obviously she is saved at the eleventh hour from the cancer, and Elegy comes a couple months before things get really bad and also the other people who had the visions were dead within hours, thus the whole 'immediate harbinger' thing. Then there's the whole Sixth Extinction/Amor Fati sacred alien text on a crashed spaceship and visitation from Albert Holstein in a coma thing, which I suppose we're supposed to attribute to the ship but again I choose to see it as Scully's abilities.

So. That's canon but the fic idea is to turn those abilities up and make it a consistent backbone of Scully's life. Say that it's a powerful overwhelming thing that frightens her, so instead of playing with crystals and tarot cards and tea leaves and dream reading with Melissa, she tries to shut it out and doesn't want to talk about it. She doesn't want to sound crazy and she doesn't want to feel out of control. She studies sciences and medicine trying to make sense of the world and square it with what she senses. She's drawn to surgery specialties and then pathology because the extra psychic abilities make dealing with living patients impossibly overwhelming, but she can't explain it that way to her conservative Catholic mother and her Naval Captain father.

Also her childhood 'imaginary friend' was the ghost of her great grandfather, which was a catalyzing event for her developing skepticism of her own perceptions.

In her work on the X files, she can tell the hoaxes from the not hoaxes instinctively, but good luck getting her to talk about that directly! Even with Mulder, who theoretically would believe any 'sense' she had. Though, in practice Mulder *isn't* that much of a believer beyond the areas of aliens "experiences" and cover-ups or cryptids.

The canon divergence begins with Beyond the Sea, where I posit that a Scully with stronger "powers" tries again and harder to talk with Mulder about her experience with Boggs. Of course Mulder keeps getting hung up on "If you know and sense these things, why don't you believe me and my things??" which is a huge stumbling block. And of course Scully wants to keep any of her personal 'impressions' out of any official X-files documentation so as not to become a curiosity (another point of ongoing conflict because Mulder constantly puts himself and his family in the middle of the files and while he mostly understands that she doesn't want to become a laughingstock, he also doesn't totally Get It). Mulder wants to know all about it and to talk all about it but he struggles with the contradiction of this very literal scientist successfully middle class partner having these abilities instead of some ~mutant~ oddity societal outlier eccentric from one of his files, meanwhile Scully is desperate for him not to treat her differently over it. Or like Counselor Troi on the Enterprise, an 'empathic' short-cut to the answers, because it's not as predictable/reliable/literal as that for her.

BUT it does open up a stronger dialogue about her belief-unbelief spectrum with Mulder. I feel like I can get away with putting them more on the same page about the alien conspiracy stuff. A broader base of things they can agree are Likely-The-Case even though Scully still wants something quantifiable before admitting it to the higher-ups. This whole AU came about partly because I'm tired of the way show itself kept putting Scully in the role of the tropey nagging, no-fun rational wife, to the point where her denial actually became irrational. Giving her Abilities + Belief but also a good reason not to want to talk about it feels like a good compromise.

And greater prescience might lead them away from some of the bigger pitfalls, and I'm trying to decide at the moment how much and how quickly I can veer them away from canon. Like, does it mean she still gets abducted? or do they do more about Duane Barry? What about Melissa's death, can she foresee that? Or is seeing not enough to deter inevitability? Would it make a difference in their argument about Diana?

I have some decisions to make here honestly. I have 2 versions of the potential outline-ish shape, one where the abduction happens and one where it doesn't. I'm leaning towards the one where it doesn't and some other things happen, but I'm not sure if that feels too much like "cheating" and "overindulging" so I'm a bit stuck 😅😵‍💫. Opinions on that one would be welcome lol

#fic writing #my fic #fic: resonance frequency #msr #txf #character theory: scully #AUs i need in my life #fic writing problems #ask games

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theangrypomeranian · 6 months

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a note for my lovely fans:

i know i've said this before, but i really and truly never thought that Baby Steps would ever get as long or well known as it is. i've poured my heart and soul into this fic for over a year and it has meant everything to me. through this story, i have started to heal my inner child/teen and a little of older me as well. i love this story so much and saying good bye is so so painful, but also so cathartic.

i want to thank a few people here. first and foremost, @littleredruns. without this story, i never would have met her and now i can't imagine my life without her. Red, you have been such a huge support and help to me through this whole process. the whole fake dating arc exists because of you lol. i know you say that i don't need to thank you, but i am because without you i don't think i would have kept writing. you are my best friend and i hope it stays that way for a long, long time (if not forever). <3

i also want to thank my husband, @raccnarok. thank you, myla. you've spent the last year listening to me talk and rant about this. you've tolerated me kicking you out of the bedroom so that i could focus on writing because you know that i like writing in my bed the most. you've supported me and cheered me on, and told me over and over how proud you are of me. loving you is easy as breathing and twice as satisfying, and through this whole process you've proved it. thank you. <3

to all the friends i've made through this fic, the whole who i've shared sneak peaks with and let me go on and on about it. i'm so grateful that my story has brought us together and that you all have been as kind and supportive as you've been. thank you. <3

to the people who have been inspired by my fic and drawn art of it and written fic of it/inspired by it. i cannot express how much all of it has warmed my heart and made me giggle and shriek like a schoolgirl. i hope i can continue to inspire you with my other works, and if not then i'm happy that i did at all. thank you for being amazing. <3

and to my readers. all of you who leave kudos and comments and read and reread this story that i thought would fall to the wayside. you all mean the whole world to me and i don't say that lightly. we've built such an amazing community here of empathetic and loving people. and to my fellow survivors of abuse, of all kinds, who have found solace in this fic: i see you. i hear you. and i believe you. i hope you are able to find peace and healing, and i'm happy that my fic has gotten to be a part of that process. you're amazing and i never want you to forget that. it's okay if you backtrack, it's okay if you have bad days. remember, healing is not linear. it's a process. and sometimes we have to take baby steps.

#pom ponders #casual affection au #baby steps #for the fans <3 #i love you all

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cielsosinfel · 2 months

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I never posted a list of my favorite books I read last year, so here's something brief (with links to posts I made about the books, if I did):

Fiction:

Bloom by Delilah S Dawson: An F/F horror romance that I would describe as "An Eroguro Yuri Yandere Visual Novel Bad End In Western Book Form." A woman coming out of a terrible break-up, and cutting her mother out of her life before uprooting to a town where she knows no one, falls head-over-heels for a beautiful and eccentric woman at the farmer's market. A downward spiral into obsessive love ensues. Short, sweet, perfect build-up, would recommend for an easy fun grotesque read. (Major CW warnings: short but graphic descriptions of past CSA and violent animal death.) Some Desperate Glory by Emily Tesh: a young human girl growing up on a space station of the remainder of human separatists, waging a fruitless war against the alien empire that decimated humanity years ago, suddenly has to confront the fact her entire upbringing and understanding of the universe and its politics and the foundation upholding her beliefs and ideals was a lie. There's F/F and M/M romance but they're not the focus (and tbh not very satisfying. The story is satisfying.) has one of the most artfully written explorations of the horror of incestuous grooming that I've ever seen written. Major CW: Characters facing racism, Incest and ever-present threats of sexual violence and forced pregnancy.

The Luminous Dead by Caitlin Starling: F/F SF horror fiction: a woman lies about her credentials to take on a very dangerous, but lucrative, cave diving job in order to escape her backwater mining planet has the slow realization that her employer and handler does NOT have her best interests at heart. A terrifying visceral psychological horror that spirals out of control into an emotionally and mentally abusive romantic relationship. What's better than this, two women becoming unhealthily and abusively condependent as they face the horrors of deep caves, isolation and family trauma together.

Walking Practice by Dolki Min, tl. Victoria Caudle: A South Korean self-published novel translated into English, about a carnivorous, shapeshifting alien trapped on Earth who uses dating apps to find its prey amongst the lonely citizens of a major city. A very harrowing exploration of social isiolation and ostracization of people who fall outside the majority norms, with a definite focus on disability, sexuality and transgressive gender.

The Wicked and the Willing An F/F Gothic Horror Vampire Novel by Lianyu Tan: What the title says lol. This takes place in colonial-era Singapore, where our heroine Gean Choo takes on a job as working as a live-in housekeeper for wealthy white European Verity Edevane, who she's drawn to and desires despite every single warning flag, and is introduced to Po Lam, Edevane's faithful and most trusted employee. And then Gean Choo realizes her new employer is a vampire and handsome Po Lam, who has been murdering young women for her to feed off for years, is determined to protect her. This novel does not go the way you will think it might go. There is a lot going on it that I LOVED and really recommend it. Major CW: Characters facing Racism throughout and descriptive discussion of past CSA that comes up several times.

Nonfiction & Poetry:

Wanting: Women Writing About Desire: A nonfiction anthology of short memoir pieces where women from a very diverse background and of diverse identities, write about their relationships to sex, their bodies, and the act of desiring. I really, really am glad I read this. There is some of the most thoughtful and truthful, uncensored, writing on the complicated sides of being a CSA survivor, that I've ever read, in this book. Many women also write about the intersections of sexual desire and race and culture, transgender status, non-straight sexuality, disability.

Cartographies of Desire: Male-male Sexuality in Japanese Discourse, 1600-1950 by Pflugfelder: A very comprehensive overview of the history of sexual and romantic relationships between men in Japan from the Edo Period through to the post-WW2 period, as well as government efforts to control and repress such relationships. I really appreciate this book because it heavily cites Japanese-language sources to show that the repression of homosexual relationships between men was not purely a part of Meiji-era Japan's process of "modernization" via adopting many Western moral and political concerns- control and repression of male-male sexual relationships has happened all throughout Japanese history, but for more complicated reasons than disgust and moral disapproval of men fucking.

Major CW: A lot of the text is about historical pederasty (that is, sexual relations between men over the age of 18 and boys under the age of 18) and sexual violence is a major element of what is examined.

I'm gonna add to this when I come home but I'll just post this for now since it's pretty long.

#reading log #mine poste

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thatturtleleon · 10 months

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OMG I am soooooo sorry!! I meant for tfp Airachnid x arcee x fem human reader! My bad 😅😅😅😅 That was totally on me lol

It's still cool if you can't! And if you can't some genreal fluff hc's with tfp arcee and her human s/o will be fine! Thank you and have a good day/night!!!!!

Note: Lol ur good!! I've never explored this ship before so hopefully these are ok! You have a wonderful day/night as well <3

TFP Airachnid x Arcee x Fem! Reader hcs:

*cracks knuckles* alright lets get started

first of all, these two bots are definitely more on the reserved "I work alone" side

Airachnid spent most of her life going solo, collecting alien species after she left the Decepticons, and Arcee doesn't do well with people, and is constantly dealing with the trauma of losing her past partners

(In this situation we'll pretend Airachnid wasn't involved in any of Arcee's trauma)

however, when you arrive in the picture, they found themselves drawn to you

they began to enjoy your company more and tagged along side you in missions

Airachnid was offered to join team Prime, but she refused, claiming she wanted to remain solo but was still open to helping out only if the team really needed it

that being said, you and Arcee noticed she "just happened" to be free to assist you guys on a mission, especially when it was going to be just you three

very soon the three of you were together almost all of the time, they felt comfortable around you and each other

you felt comfortable around them as well, every time they let you ride around while they were in one of their vehicle modes, you felt perfectly safe

eventually you all confessed to each other on a mission after being badly injured

that incident made them realize how fragile humans were compared to Cybertronians, and how quickly someone special could be taken away from them

it's safe to say they were more than happy to know that you had feelings for them as well

I imagine the others hearing about the news and making a little sign that said "congrats girlfriends!!" or something cute like that <3

dates include laying down together after a long day and looking up at the stars, each of you taking turns pointing out different constellations and telling stories

Airachnid likes to show you and Arcee around her ship, eagerly explaining all of the different species she's collected over the years

if you have a hobby you really enjoy, they'd nod and listen carefully as you talk about it

although, you could be talking about something as boring as a potato and they'd still be 100% willing to listen

they love your voice and they love hearing all the wonderful human traditions humans do with their partners too (you explained anniversaries to them and they never ever forget to get you something special that day)

on missions, these two show off for you. they try to act like its nothing but secretly (not so secretly) very much enjoy when you tell them how awesome and badass they were

both Arcee and Airachnid "fight" over who gets to drive/fly you around that day

"I believe it is my turn Arcee"

"Really? Cause it looks to me like y/n's eyes are definitely screaming 'motorcycle' right now"

"Her eyes are not screaming such things"

its cute, you let them bicker and love to tease them

cuddling was a bit of a challenge at first because you were so much smaller than them, and they didn't want to squish you or hurt you in any way

eventually you settled on laying on each of them, taking turns leaning on each of their shoulders

if you're really tired, they'll make sure to grab a pillow so you have something a bit more comfortable to rest your head on <3

they're also incredibly protective, of each other and of you

both of them know you can take care of yourself but they want you to know that they've got your back, as well as you got theirs

#<3 #tfp #tf prime #transformers prime #maccaddams #tfp arcee #tfp airachnid #tfp airachnid x arcee #tfp airachnid x arcee x reader #tfp hcs #transformers #arcee #airachnid

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almightyhamslice · 5 months

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KIRBY'S DREAMLAND 3 ON THE SUPER NINTENDO ENTERTAINMENT SYSTEM!!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAY IM SO STOKED ABT THIS DRAWING SERIES (it is going to take me a million years to finish and be much longer than KDL2 just a warning LOL)!!!! KDL3 is one of my favorite Kirby games, I played it all the time as a kid! Tbf a lot of Kirby games are my favorite. But this is probably my favorite OLD Kirby game! It's missing a lot of modern Kirby conventions, but I still love it so much, it's so cozy and warm.

In my gijinka AU timeline it's set about a year after Star Stacker, so Kirby is now 13. I dunno if I set ages for the original Animal Friends ngl. I think Coo's in his early 50's, Kine's in his early 40's, and Rick's in his mid 20's. ALSO I finally found out what the nonbinary equivalent to nephew/niece is!! It's nibling!! Kirby is Rick, Coo, and Kine's honorary nibling!

I will get into Acro and Ado's context in this gijinka universe during their respective boss encounters, but for now I CAN tell you about the new generation of Animal Friends! I described them on instagram as "extended found family"-- they're loosely connected to the original 3 Animal Friends in the sense that they know them well, but they're brought closer together through knowing Kirby!

Nago is from the Iceberg and knows Rick well because he often visits the Iceberg to improve his climbing skills. I imagine that he and Kirby might 'click' because Nago is trans and Kirby is nonbinary? Nago's a teenager/young adult, but is the oldest of the 3 new Animal Friends. He's a werecat and can turn into a giant calico cat whenever he feels like it! So I guess he and Rick probably would be friends since they're very alike?

Chuchu is from Ripple Field, so she and Kine have met before! Kine has told her many stories about his adventures as a Dark Matter hunter on the surface world, though Chuchu finds herself most interested in his friend Kirby! She thinks Kirby is cute and wants to date him. Kirby has never dated anyone in his entire life and has no idea what romance is like! Chuchu is a flapjack octopus mermaid with mild transformation abilities-- she doesn't have a fully human form like Kine does and is instead half human half octopus in her default form, but fully octopus while transformed. Chuchu is a year older than Kirby.

Pitch is a harpy like Coo, but he's just a lost baby essentially. He's only 4 years old! For now Coo is looking after him since there aren't many other harpies in Dreamland (much less any who'd want to care for Pitch) but they both really want to find Pitch's mother. Pitch sees Kirby as an older brother and likes to shadow him. Unlike Coo, Pitch shrinks when he transforms and turns into a tiny bird you can fit in the palm of your hand! I think he is a shima enaga specifically. A colorful one I guess. They can't be green irl lol.

ALSO I decided to reveal Zero extra early because honestly I don't like that they're just, at the end of the game only! And I like their design a lot. I've drawn them before. I think they deserve a bit more limelight! So I drew them in 2 panels here.

ALSO ALSO (oh my god this post is so long already) thank you everyone for blowing up my Gryll post!! glad 2 see there r so many Gryll enjoyers on here :)

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You know the drill by now. Marley incorrect quotes. They're funny. Part 9.

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Mikasa: How long does your ideal hug last?

Historia: 38-45 minutes

Mikasa: That's really impractical

Historia: You said ideal, not realistic!

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Zeke, writing a letter to Magath:

Dear Commander,

ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?????

Kindest regards, Zeke

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Mikasa, about Eren: I can excuse terrorism but I draw the line at mass murder

Falco: You can excuse terrorism ??

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Gabi: Thanks for always giving me great advice Commander, even if I don’t always use it.

Commander Magath: You actually never use it.

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Eren: It's not my fault dad likes me better than he likes you

Zeke: Oh, don't flatter yourself. Dad likes everyone better than he likes me

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Annie: I have a big announcement, everybody! Armin and I-

Sasha: Omg, you're pregnant??

Eren: Congratulations !

Connie: I'm so excited to find out if I'm gonna be an aunt or an uncle!

Annie: What? No, stop that. Armin and I bought fake beards, glasses and monkey plushies, we're gonna make Historia believe she has even more far removed psycho relatives lol

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Eren: What happens when you die?

Zeke: Your soul goes into paths

Eren: No, I mean - when you die, do I get your stuff?

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Ymir: I want us to be more than friends

Historia, clapping her hands excitedly: BEST friends??!

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Eren: *stoned out of his mind* I'm hungry

Carla Yaeger: I'm disappointed in you

Eren: Grilled cheese

Carla: What?

Eren: Grill me a cheese

Carla: I'm not doing that!

Eren: *starts crying*

Carla: Oh, for God's sake

*Cut to Carla making him a grilled cheese*

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Falco: Merry day before Christmas!!

Porco: It's called eve

Falco: Oh sorry. Merry day before eve!!

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Eren fighting the Warhammer Titan: Call an ambulance!

Eren unplugging Lara Tybur from her titan: BUT NOT FOR ME!!

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Porco: Tits or ass?

Reiner: Uhhh

Bertholt : ✨personality✨

Porco: It's not about which one you think is your best quality, Bertholt

Ymir: Ass.

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Historia, wearing cat ears and drawn on whiskers: Zeke, where are your whiskers ?

Zeke, also wearing cat ears: Ask again and you'll be down to eight lives.

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Gabi, to Falco: Oh please. Do you really think that disapproving glare works on me after all the times I've seen it?

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Historia, after learning of Ymir's death: Maybe because you're skinny, and maybe because you're pretty, you're used to getting away with things. But I want you to know that your actions have an affect on others, and I hate you, and you are a horrible person, and you not understanding that you are a horrible person doesn't make you less of a horrible person.

Porco:

Porco: *blushing* You think I'm pretty?

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Mikasa: Right now I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.

Eren: Can I pick?

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Eren: I finally figured out what's been missing from my life.

Eren, pulling away the red curtain to reveal the Yeagerists: It's henchmen

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Gabi, about Reiner: What does being claustrophobic mean?

Falco: It means he's scared of Santa Claus

Reiner: No, it doesn't!

Gabi: Oh oh oh!

Colt: Stop it Gabi, you're scaring him!

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Grisha: So you believe in God?

Hannes: Yeah, I do.

Grisha: Ahah, that's so stupid.

Hannes: Well, what do YOU believe in?

Grisha: That there is a millenia old mute teenager hanging around in a parallel plane of existence building up titans and reconstructing my arms when I get injured, all that with only magic sand and not a drop of water. There's no food there but it's fine because she's dead anyways. Also she's everyone's ancestor and if she allows you to you can talk in everyone's heads. She gained the ability to transform into a 120 meters tall skeletal monstrosity after a weird underground worm grafted itself onto her spine. You too can gain that ability by eating people!

Hannes: I... Okay. I'm just... Gonna leave now...

Grisha, loudly, at Hannes' retreating form: I DID IT BY THE WAY. I ATE PEOPLE AND WILL DO IT AGAIN.

Grisha: For the greater good, of course.

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Yelena: So there I was, burying a Marleyan in the garden in a nightgown and slutty fishnet pantyhose...

Eren: And you think that's a normal Saturday morning activity?

Yelena: Well you gotta bury them somewhere!

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Floch: Is it ok if I use gendered terms?

Yelena: Sure... Whatever

Floch: Fuck you.

Yelena: Where was the gendered term?

Floch: In your mom

Yelena:

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Falco: Hi! How's it going?

Gabi: I don't know... I feel weird. *touches her arm* when I touch there it hurts.

Gabi: *touches her head* and when I touch there it hurts

Gabi: *touches her leg* and there too...

Gabi: *touches her shoulder* and it hurts as well...

Falco:

Falco, grabbing her hand: Gabi, your finger is broken.

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Historia: Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy. Both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.

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Eren, about Ymir and Annie: My god, would you two just get a room already?

Annie: Excuse me??

Eren: You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing in everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding?

Ymir:

Historia:

Armin:

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*S1*

Eren: I'm having a really hard time, I just lost my mother.

Reiner: I'm sorry, do you want me to help you go look for her?

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Grisha: Would you like to know the quickest way to a man's heart?

Carla: *twirling her hair* Go on?

Grisha: Bilateral incision to the upper left region of the sternum.

Carla: What the fuck

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Sasha: So how do you ask someone out?

Eren: Well, first-

Mikasa: Don't ask him. He asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot.

Eren: ...You said yes though?

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Sasha, to Connie: You're starting to forget your Spanish because you don't practice

Connie: Lo siento. Estoy embarazado.

Sasha: You just told me you're pregnant.

Jean: Congratulations Connie, you're glowing!

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Armin: Thanks to Duolingo, I can ask someone if they're a horse but can't tell people what my name is in French

Jean: Ask me if I'm a horse. I dare you.

Armin: Tu es un cheval?

Jean: Nay

Armin: Oh you-

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Levi, getting enrolled into the Survey Corps: You kill people for money??

Erwin: Look, it's not THAT extreme, we only do it when there's no other-

Levi: And all this time I've been doing it for free like a chump!

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Gabi, a big smile on her face: You have to be the worst driver I've ever seen. How the hell did you get a licence?

Sasha:

Falco, appearing from the backseat discheveled: Please tell me you have a licence

Sasha:

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Gabi, her ear stuck to the door: I can hear three -no wait maybe, maybe four of them?

Gabi: They're talking about whether Kylie Jenner would make a good mother

*Reiner, Annie, Marcel and Porco's conversation gets heated*

Gabi: The consensus seems to be "no"

Falco: Well, that's why I'm a Chloe man

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Yelena: So does your friend... Mikasa, know about our plans?

Eren: Of course! Mikasa is in the known of all my plans, I heavily imply those to her all the time!

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Jean: I have no fears!

Historia: What if you wake up one day and Eren is taller than you?

Jean: I have one fear.

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Zeke: What now, you just turn tail on the family business?

Eren: Nothing says family quite like the whole family being dead

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Hange: May I get you anything to drink, Eren?

S1 Eren: The tears of titans wrenched from their bodies as their bones are crushed.

Hange: We have jasmine tea.

Eren: Oh, jasmine. Yes, please.

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Eren, to the 104th: If I die my funerals gonna be the biggest fucking party and you're all invited

Armin: If

Annie: Great, the only party I've ever been invited to and he might not even die

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Marcel: Why do people have quiet respectful funerals? When I die I want my ashes mixed with glitter and packed tightly into a coffin and then they blow up the coffin with explosives so glitter rains down on the guests while blasting "thanks for the memories" by fall out boy

Porco: Jesus god almighty

Marcel: Dare tell me you wouldn't want to go to that kind of funeral. Come on.

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Gabi: So can you take me to the ice cream store? Reiner said no

Porco: Well if Reiner said no then why should I say yes?

Gabi: Because he's not the boss of you!

Porco: *realises it's a trap*

Porco:

Porco: *getting up* Go get your stuff

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Porco, in a high-pitched voice, holding Barbie: Hey, Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Gabi, in a deep voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. You’re staying home and having my kids.

Zeke: What the fuck are you guys doing?

Porco: Playing systemic oppression.

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Reiner: Remember! Curiosity killed the cat!

Porco: Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Gabi, go find out if that airship can catch fire!

Reiner: You're a bad influence.

Porco: And you don't know your sayings.

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Marcel: You’ve heard of Netflix and Chill, now get ready for…

Marcel: ...IMAX and climax!

Pieck: Blockbuster and Cockthruster.

Porco: Hulu and Woohoo?

Zeke: Amazon Prime and Sexy Time!

Reiner: Church and repentance.

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Gabi: Yeah, like your family is so perfect! Your brother's a pervert!

Eren: Don't talk to me about the sexual habits of family members, what about your cousin?

Gabi: Reiner has been through a lot...

Eren: ...yeah, of dick!

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Reiner, covering Gabi's ears with his hands: Honestly I would be offended on my own behalf but WHY ARE YOU TALKING THIS WAY TO A TWELVE YEAR OLD??

Eren: When I was her age I was running for my life and slaughtering grown men. She'll be fine.

Reiner: You are not even REMOTELY what I would call "fine"

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Bertholt: You're so pretty

Annie: r u flirting with me

Bertholt: Yeah

Annie: dont ever do it again

Bertholt: Sorry

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Floch: It's been a tough year

Yelena: It's the first week of January

Floch: Your point?

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Mikasa: I mean, to be fair, we did organize a hostile takeover of our government, start a rebellion, invade his home, blow up his home, engage in technical terrorism, involving MULTIPLE sentient titans and A LOT of explosives, blow up his train, kill a bunch of his men, blow up his ship, shot him, shot him again and killed him. I'd be stressed too.

Mikasa: Well, if my ability to feel emotions hadn't been irrevocably numbed over a thousand times over.

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Gabi: *holding acorn* What's this?

Connie: A tree

Gabi: Really?

Connie: In a nutshell, yes.

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Levi: Were you dropped on your head as a child?

Historia: Bold of you to assume I was even held!

Mikasa: Historia, we've talked about this

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Hange: What did you two do?

Mikasa:

Armin:

Hange, whispering: You're not in trouble. I just need to know if I have to lie to the Yeagerists again or not.

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Zeke: Aww Pieck, you had a crush on me, that's sooo embarrassing!

Pieck: We're literally married.

Zeke: Still.

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Colt: I told you not to wear it in the shower!

Falco, holding a soggy Burger King crown: I don’t need a lecture right now, okay? I need emotional support

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Eren: I love hearing Mikasa shouting at someone else. It makes for such a nice change.

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Levi: It'll take a lot more than trying to kill Hange with a hammer to make her wanna run away.

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Pieck: Are you single?

Marcel: "single" is the word the government created to give Americans tax disadvantages. If you're asking me if I'm lonely the answer is yes

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Eren: Are you alright?

Reiner: I'm gonna start charging people money for asking me that.

Eren: Oh, sorry. I meant it in a sarcastic way.

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*Mikasa is at a weaponsmith's exhibit, looking at all the pretty knives*

Eren: She's like a kid in a candy store

Armin: A butcher at a slaughterhouse perhaps

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Zeke: *in paths, making his grand speech about how Eldians need to be exterminated for there to be true peace*

Eren: Stop talking, please, this is just embarrassing.

Zeke: Stop me yourself, coward

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Grisha: *sending a message to Zeke of him standing in an empty field with the caption "I thought you'd like to know that I'm outstanding in my field"*

Zeke, texting back: Tf u gt data cover in Hel? 😳

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Erwin, texting: How make chicken

Levi, also texting: What

Erwin: Where buy chicken

Levi: Erwin this isn't google

Erwin: Avacoda

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Zeke, texting: fr eren giv paths bac u suk 😠🖕🏻

Eren, also texting: What, so you can forcibly mutilate our people for an uncaring and selfish nation who will never even recognise what you did for them? No way in hell I'm doing that bro.

Zeke: your anoyin

Eren: *you're

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Zeke, texting: h3y hru 😙

Pieck, also texting: Where are you? I'm at the front desk of the grocery store, please don't make me ask them to call you here.

Zeke: im coming. wat u think abt sover8y of the hi2ry ppl fro this mor9 gen meet? 🤔🤓

Pieck: What? Do you mean "What do I think about the sovereignty of the Hitoury people from this morning's general meeting"? Why are you asking me this by text?

Zeke: ya

Zeke: luv u bby c u lat3r <3 😘😍

Pieck: Please stop texting like a lovesick illiterate 13 year old girl.

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Sasha, texting Connie: Evil gang 😈

Sasha: Evil gang 😈

Sasha: Ily

Connie: Ily 2 bro <3

Connie: Evil gang 😈

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Jean, texting: You are in a realm by yourself, the laughing stock of your village. You are a comedic vessel that has no port or harbor, a joke of a wanderer with no destination.

Reiner, texting back: I think u have the wrong number

Jean: is this eren?

Reiner: no

Jean: My bad

Jean: 👍

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Porco: Well clearly you don't own an ✨air fryer✨

Gabi: Why are y'all frying air?!

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Zeke, to Mikasa: Oh please, don't be so dramatic. If I'm really as evil as you say then may God strike me where I stand...

*lightning strikes*

Zeke, looking at the charred piece of ground 1 meter away from him:

Zeke: HA!! Nice try, jackass! Next time, give it your A-game!

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Sasha: I mean, to be stab-worthy, you know? It's, uh...

Sasha: It's kind of a compliment

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Ymir: What's the scariest horror movie you've ever watched?

Armin: IT. I threw the remote at my tv when the clown showed up. Never again.

Historia: Annabelle

Eren: Paranormal Activity

Annie: High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the lyrics.

Mikasa: That time me and Eren got kidnapped.

Historia: That time you got WHAT

Ymir: That's not even a movie.

Mikasa: Still.

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*Eren sneaking back into his bedroom after a night of plotting war crimes*

Levi, flicking the light on: Mind telling me where you've been all night?

Eren: I was... Going over some plans with Commander Hange

Hange, turning around dramatically in Eren's chair: Wanna try that one again?

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*During the time they were waiting for Eren*

Hange, to the pitch black room: If chickens were big enough to eat us do you think they would?

Levi: Hange, it's 4 AM. I don't have the patience for that kind of conversation.

Hange: What if you gave them titan serum, would they grow bigger?

Levi: Hange.

Hange: How do we know regular chickens don't already have a taste for our blood? Maybe they just play coy and innocent, until the day we're at their mercy, and then BAM!

Levi: They're vegetarian, Hange. They eat grain.

Hange: But are we sure of that?? I mean, we deduce an animal's diet by what they eat in the wild, correct? Chickens have so long been domesticated we forgot what they're truly after. Plus, look at those sharp beaks and scary teeth, that can tear meat off surely.

Levi: You're mixing that up with geese. Chickens don't have teeth.

Hange: Really? When was the last time you looked at a chicken, Levi?

Levi: I-...

Hange:

Levi:

Levi: Okay, but have you ever heard the french idiom "when chickens will grow teeth"? That proves chickens presently don't have teeth!

Hange: Or maybe they do, and everything we've ever said will never come to pass is actually gonna happen because we live in the worst timeline. Think about it, when was the last time you had a moment where you were genuinely calm, at peace and sure everything would turn out well?

Levi: When I had my tea yesterday, it was very early in the morning and all the brats were away.

Hange: ...Or maybe they grew their teeth in secret and they're hiding it from us!

Levi: Chickens aren't even smart enough for that!

Hange: ...Again, do you speak with a lot of chickens?

Levi:

Hange: I'd much rather speak with chickens than most of my trainees, to be honest.

Levi: Ha, true.

Hange:

Levi:

Hange: But do you think if chicken were big enough to eat us-

Levi: Hange, shut up.

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Porco: You know, I used to be really against organ transplants.

Porco: And then I had a change of heart

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Gabi: Ok, I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff.

Pieck: I witnessed the dumb stuff.

Porco: I recorded the dumb stuff.

Falco: I joined in on the dumb stuff.

Reiner: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!!!

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Reiner: You should be addicted to shutting the fuck up

Eren: You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid

Reiner: So what if I do?

Eren: *blushes*

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Reiner: I love Star Wars

Sasha: Hello there

Reiner: Ahah hey what's up

Sasha:

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Historia: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.

Eren: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.

Ymir: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.

Levi, on his walkie talkie: This is Captain Levi, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

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Zeke: You ruined my life!

Grisha: How could I have done that?! I wasn't even there!

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*After the Paradisians retook Shiganshina*

Zeke, still growing his limbs back: All in all, a 100% successful trip

Reiner: But we lost Bertholt.

Zeke: All in all, a 100% successful trip!

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*Isabel Magnolia left the Survey Corps and is trying to make a living selling goods on the street*

Levi: What are you selling?

Isabel: Hats…what are you doing?

Levi: You are now selling quality piles of ashes!

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Gabi: I'd like everybody to take a moment and think back to a time when they did something stupid, how they were treated, and how they wished they were treated.

Commander Magath: What the HELL did you do?

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Armin: Annie, I need to talk to you about something important.

Annie: That building was already on fire when I got there.

Armin: What?

Annie: What?

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Connie, to Hange: Of course you shouldn't try to ride a Titan like a bull! Respectfully, Commander, any idiot would know that!

Sasha: I knew that!

Connie: See?!

Sasha:

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Eren: *going off on his own and doing some wild thing*

Hange: What the hell are you doing?

Eren: I'm Eren-ing (ironing) this plan's kinks out!

Hange: What?! No, no, uh-uh! You're not turning yourself into a verb, I won't allow it!

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Zofia: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Gabi: Oh, I’m always running

Gabi: The question is from what

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Commander Magath: GABI! I KNOW YOU'RE THE ONE WHO SWITCHED ALL THE CARTRIDGES OF MY COLORED PENS!

Gabi: Welp! Gotta go!

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Reiner: Did they hurt you?

Bertholt : No, no, I'm fine. Did YOU get hurt?

Reiner: Who cares?!

Bertholt : I do!

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Historia: I mean, accidents don't just happen... You know... Accidentally...

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Armin: thank you, ancestors, for passing down detailed and cautious instructions on how not to get seduced and stolen away by mischievous female spirits, which I have lovingly transformed into How To Find Me a Wife Real Quick manual

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Falco: Porco is hard to figure out. Who knows what he's really thinking.

Zeke: Hey, Porco, whachya thinking about?

Porco: Frogs.

Zeke: He's thinking about frogs.

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Historia, giggling: Hey Armin, why can't a koala be a bear?

Armin, reading a book: Because they're marsupials

Sasha, also giggling: bECaUse THey'Re mArsUPiaLS

Historia: NO! It's because they don't have the right koalifications!

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Pieck: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn't do it.

Zeke: I know, that's why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.

Pieck: Th-that's not how that works-

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Reiner: Oh yeah? Well at least I know how to read.

Porco: What?

Reiner: You made fun of me for reading comic books. Well, at least I know how to read.

Porco: What are you talking about?

Reiner: We were by the swing sets on the North side of the training camp.

Porco: You mean when we were ten?! That was a whole decade ago!

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Eren: Mikasa Ackerman, I need you.

Mikasa: For?

Eren: Ever

Mikasa, voice cracking: Oh.

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Pieck: I just need to hear those three words from you.

Zeke: I love you.

Pieck: Try again.

Zeke, grumbling: I will behave.

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Falco: Man, sure is dark in here

Gabi:

Falco: I'm not scared or anything

Gabi:

Falco: I mean who is scared of the dark these days? Not me no sir

Gabi: Do you want me to hold your hand?

Falco: Yes please.

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Levi: I fear no man. But that thing...

*Connie trying to slurp spilled vodka off the carpet while Sasha is desperately trying to hold him back*

Levi: It scares me.

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Commander Magath: And, I'm gonna have to shut down this whole operation

Gabi: But why?!

Commander Magath: Because, Gabi, I can't have you sell your baby teeth as a "magic titan remedy" behind the government's back!

Gabi: *grumbles*

Falco: But they're not even hers!

Commander Magath: They're not- WHAT?!

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Zeke: I'm giving head to Porco for his birthday, t'was a pain to track down his first grade teacher!

Reiner:

Pieck: ʷʰᵃᵗ

Reiner: Zeke, what do you think "giving head" means?

Zeke: Giving your friends the head of their worst enemy on a silver platter, of course, why, what does it mean?

Pieck: Well, uh...

*Later*

Zeke: Frankly I'm disappointed

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Fun fact: this took two notes sheets (around 17500 characters. Longest yet!)

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