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sleepingdeath-light · 7 months

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relationship hcs ; jax

requested by ; anonymous (26/10/23) & anonymous (27/10/23)

fandom(s) ; the amazing digital circus

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; jax

outline ; “i'm so excited you're doing requests for TADC!!!!! do you have any general dating hcs for jax?”

“I saw that you now do The Amazing Digital Circus requests!

Soooo how about Jax relationship headcanons?”

note ; characterisation may be shaky as we only have the pilot episode out so far

warning(s) ; canon typical asshole behaviour from jax, mostly fluff!

first and foremost, jax is an asshole and that will not change when the two of you start flirting or when you become an ‘official’ couple — he’s not outright malicious towards you anymore, sure, but he’ll keep on teasing and messing with you at every opportunity (he’s also very unlikely to apologise unless he feels like you’re genuinely upset with him and he can’t sweet talk his way out of it)

pranks and teasing are a big part of your relationship, especially if you’re able to match his mischievousness — whether that’s him leaving things in your room for you to find later that he knows will startle you, using nicknames for you that are more amusing than intimate (e.g. something poking fun at your avatar’s height, an inside joke, or just generally teasing you for something you’ve done in front of him that he refuses to let you live down)

he’s a massive flirt and always finds a way to work around caine’s rules and regulations — he leaves just enough unsaid to get the real message across and absolutely loves watching you process what he’s said and then get flustered or frustrated once you realise what he really means (even if you playfully smack him on the chest or arm because it’s more than worth it for him)

physical affection with jax only really occurs on his terms with very few exceptions — such as when he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you against his side, or (if your avatar has hair) when he messes up your hair right after you’ve finished the introduction song — the main exception to the rule is if you’re really not doing too well and need to be grounded or comforted because of it (i.e. you’re experiencing a mental break due to your circumstances or are starting to get close to the point of abstraction for whatever reason — he might be an ass, but he cares and he doesn’t want to lose you)

during caine’s missions he generally prefers to hang out with you if possible, whether that means going off and doing your own thing, watching the inevitable chaos unfold from a safe distance, or actually participating (usually because you’re bored and he just wants to see funny things happen to people) — but that doesn’t mean you’re safe if he decides he’s bored, and he has on several occasions pushed you straight into the ‘line of fire’ of whatever you’re meant to be fighting just to see what you’ll do

(he wouldn’t do it if you could actually get hurt, mind you, but as you’re all physically safe no matter what you’re facing he’s willing to take the risk and the time in the ‘dog rabbit house’ for a laugh)

you’re just about the only person he’ll listen to if ever you tell him to ‘tone it down’… but only for a short while — yeah he can stop teasing pomni for ten minutes to let the poor jester get her bearings, and sure he’ll lay off the bugs in ragatha’s room for a week, but things always return to normal after that because he’s remarkably stubborn, a bit of an ass, and endlessly amused by the ‘suffering’ of others in the circus

if a new character or npc tries to flirt with you then he’s going to go from sassy and sarcastic to outright malicious — more openly so if it’s an npc (at least until caine gets the hint and decommissions them) but if it’s a new character trying to intrude on your relationship then he’s going to make it explicitly clear that (a) you’re taken, (b) you’re exclusive with him, and (c) he will make their time in the circus even more unpleasant if they continue down that path (especially if it’s actively making you uncomfortable in addition to just being disrespectful)

(he might not be able to cause them any harm, but he has keys to everyone’s room and little regard for the safety of others during ‘missions’ so he’s more than able to make them regret flirting with you if he wants)

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff hcs #tadc x reader #tadc fluff #tadc jax x reader #tadc jax fluff #the amazing digital circus x reader

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earthtooz · 1 year

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fluff! rin kisses u, it's kinda like making out but also not, unedited so bad writing, ooc rin??? maybe??? i've said it once and i'll say it again, rin has the personality of an apple.

somehow, you find yourself sharing a ferris wheel cart with itoshi rin.

you cannot recall how you got here, having been talking with bachira and isagi mere moments ago whilst waiting in line for the ferris wheel, you don't know how you ended up alone with itoshi rin.

no- wait, you know exactly how. where you were supposed to be in a group of four, isagi and bachira immediately closed the door on you, blocking you out. as you curse them out, they just made silly faces in retaliation.

it's not like you hated the idea of being alone with him, it's just you had kind of a massive crush on the striker and if you were left alone with him for more than two minutes, you might combust. from embarrassment or from how fast your heart and thoughts race around him, you're not too sure.

either way, the thought of being in such an intimate space with him was really anxiety-inducing.

the worst part of it all was that rin remained his stoic, deadpanned self, unaware of the frenzy that was occurring within your soul. he looked so good in his casual-wear too, dressed in his trench coat and turtleneck- how are you going to function near him?

"thank you," you mutter with a grateful smile when the ferris wheel operator opens the door to the cart.

rin holds it open for you to step in first and you comply with his command. the cart dips when he steps in and where you thought he would take the seat opposing yours, the athlete catches you off guard once again by settling beside you.

you can feel the warmth of his leg pressed against yours.

"enjoy the ride!" the attendant calls out, disrupting your brief meltdown as you wave to her.

oh you were definitely going to enjoy the ride, or maybe come out of it half-alive, who knows.

"so, do you like ferris wheels?" you ask, fidgeting with your hands when you look over to him.

he shrugs. you feel the movement right against you. "i'm impartial. i don't go on them often."

you were surprised he even agreed to go on one in the first place.

"there's some aspect of fun to them," you voice, fully leaning back into your seat to try and relax and act cool.

he huffs. "like what?"

"heights are cool."

"i guess they can be."

"what's your idea of cool then?"

"rollercoasters. haunted houses."

"really? we literally went on so many rollercoasters today and you were straight faced for all of them."

if you looked closer, you would notice the small smile playing along his lips. "doesn’t mean i didn't have fun."

you bump his shoulder. "just admit that you like your friends."

not a single noise escapes him. bastard.

"okay, it be like that-"

"-i like you?” his confession catches you off guard. confusion is etched into his tone, almost as if he was suggesting his tolerance for you.

when you look in his eyes, it's hard to breathe, mostly because you don't know how to take this information. surely it's just platonic, right?

"i like you too," you respond, voice no louder than a whisper. you're not too entirely sure of what to think of your words but he doesn't press upon it.

a part of you feels disappointed that the conversation ends there.

suddenly, you realise just how far the cart has ascended into the air. the ground below you and its people has been minimised to small dots and you get a beautiful view of the water and the city horizon, illuminated by skyscrapers and the lights of people's apartments.

"the view is so pretty! rin, look-"

just as you look at the soccer player, he leans forward and the next thing you know, his lips are on yours.

it's messy, it's unreal, it's exhilarating. his hand comes up to hold your head against his, keeping you in his embrace as you inevitably relax into it, welcoming his warmth. a warmth that you miss immediately when he pulls away, leaving the kiss too short for either of your liking.

rin's looking at you expectantly. you blink once, twice, three times before coming to your senses; senses that yell to kiss him silly again.

so you bring him back in, cupping his cheeks to continue where he left off. this time, it’s less rushed and you can taste relief on his tongue, especially evident in the way that he relaxes against you and wraps his arm around your waist.

even as you pull away, rin chases after you for a second before recovering, leaving you both to bask in the afterglow of returned intimacy.

"i like you," he tries again.

you smile with smeared lip balm. "i like you too."

#got this idea whilst walking by a ferris wheel lol #i hope this wasn't bad... LOL #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi rin fluff #blue lock fluff #itoshi rin x you #rin x you #rin itoshi x you #blue lock rin #itoshi x reader

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reds-skull · 5 months

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Post script on Not Alive, Nor Dead

Like I mentioned yesterday, I have a lot to say about the fic now that it's done.

The TLDR is that I'm leaving an option for a sequel. No promises though.

Leaving the rest of it under the cut because idk how long it will end up.

Okay, so first thing I gotta admit is that I didn't plan shit lmao. I had the start very clearly in my head, which were the scenes I talked about in the first post I made about revenant AU. But the entire plot line with Graves being a secret revenant? Hell, even the whole 'revenants and non-revs are getting kidnapped around the world' was not planned.

The scene in chapter 4 with the PMC was the introduction for the anonymous PMC, but I didn't think of making Graves and in extension Shadow Company all the work of a revenant. I was debating even making him a revenant at all, up until I wrote the chapter introducing him.

This approach, of not planning shit, is what made me excited to sit down and write every day. It felt like I was discovering the story myself.

It's also a fucking miracle the story is coherent in any shape or form.

Now, I did write a few things before starting. They were a small overview of the character arcs I want the 141 to go through, and a brief about each revenant's powers, because those things need to be consistent.

The arc overview isn't accurate anymore, it has a version of Gaz's storyline that I didn't manage to fit in, where he has a fear of heights, and overcomes it throughout the fic. The only one really left unchanged was Soap, who had the whole "my powers are too destructive" thing ongoing for most of the story.

Speaking of Soap, the Konchar mystery? I was figuring it out while writing the 3 chapters before introducing 'Konchar'. There are some inconsistencies because of that, specifically in a line where Soap says something along the lines of "I did something on my Reaping, something that if I could replicate, I might've not been let on the team." which kinda makes sense but kinda doesn't, considering all that Ghost has done.

Ghost's struggles with Limbo were something I added after wanting to give him a parallel to Soap. Originally, Ghost's role was to be the guy that has already gone through what Soap is going through, already knowing everything and having as much control on Limbo as he can. But making Limbo this uncontrollable realm was more interesting... also having it reflect Ghost's mind and emotions was cool.

One of the most pleasant surprises was how Price's powers interacted with everyone else's. I think it was the best power to personality match I made, he's not as scary as the others at first glance, but the ability to bore into the minds of his enemies, the way no one can keep secrets from him? Makes him terrifying. It's not made clear in the fic, but the reason it took Price so long to figure Graves out is their previous encounters. Graves knew how to divert his thoughts away from his Shadows, and stop Price from finding out.

What made Price realize Grave's Shadows aren't human is he tried to read their mind, only to find a list of commands. Graves tried to keep them away as much as he can, but it was inevitable. Shepherd knew it, which is why he ordered Price to keep his mouth shut almost instantly.

Since the way revenants get their powers must be linked to the way they died, some revs were easier to find powers for than others. Obviously the 141 was first, some at the time I started thinking about how they died didn't have a canon near-death experience, like Price and Soap.

I took Ghost's og backstory, and the idea of Limbo was gotten from the fact he died in a coffin, in a state of in between life and death. What Limbo does to people was just 'scariest thing I could imagine' type of situation. In the end, I don't know if Limbo is scarier when Ghost couldn't control it, or when both he and Soap could.

With Soap, I knew I wanted something with explosions, so it was a no-brainer to make him die from one. I mentioned in another post, but revenant AU was originally at the very beginning just a thing of 'what if I put mw characters in my original magic system?', and in that scenario, Soap was the only one with powers, which were control over anti matter, meaning anything he touches or touches him explodes. The only scene from that one is of Soap pushing Ghost away and getting shot to high hell, only to go and explode the people that tried to kill him - which is chapter 8.

I chose to use Gaz's iconic hanging out of a chopper scene, because I found it funny tbh lol. Later, when I thought of how exactly he died, it became more serious.

Price's were just kinda random tbh. I figured telepathy is a good ability for a Captain.

Rudy obviously dies in the house fire he almost did in the campaign. Alejandro was harder, but I thought of how Graves locked him up in the black site prison alone, so I went for something similar.

It's not mentioned in the fic, but Farah was the youngest to die from all of them. The house collapse in the start of her flashbacks in mwi, where her father pulled her out of the rubble? She didn't survive it. She's a very rare revenant, to be Reaped when she was a kid.

Farah and Ghost's og backstory have a lot of similarities, in my mind they're parallels to each other. What Farah had that Ghost didn't, however, is other people, a community. I think that's why she didn't lose herself the way Ghost did.

Alex's was difficult, because his canon near-death experience was being exploded, like Soap. I used the fact he's ex CIA, to figure he probably took part of many covert operations, and one went wrong. He was caught, so now he can go invisible. This was the thing I failed to make clear the most in the fic, I think, since a few people asked, more than anything else.

Thomas Anderson, the revenant with underwater breathing abilities, was originally made just for Ghost to roast him. When chapter 8 rolled around, and I needed a random revenant to kill there, I thought using the one established would make sense.

Accidental foreshadowing like this was what carried the fic, tbh. It was like a huge session of 'yes, and'ing myself. A little bit of bullshitting confidently, sometimes it felt like that lmao.

The wedding vows in chapter 31 were, again, unplanned. Ghost said "till death do us apart, Johnny?", so I started looking up Christian wedding vows in English because I don't fully remember them. Later I thought "wait, Soap is Catholic, maybe they have a different version." and then I thought, "shit, he's fuckin' Scottish, he won't use fucking American Catholic vows." (maybe he would idk).

Anyway, I found the Celtic vows present in the fic, which sounded like a metaphor, so perfect I couldn't use them just for the original joke they were meant for. So Soap ends up reciting literal wedding vows at the man.

[here's a link to the website I found the vows at]

Last thing is the whole Makarov tie in to Konchar. I was thinking about how we never really dove deep into why Konchar did what he did, besides having his Reaper tell him "you have to kill Soap before he kills you". I heard an advice somewhere, that in world building you have to dive in two questions for it to be believable.

So, let's take Konchar for example. First question is, "how did Soap killing Konchar not bring on an international incident between Kastovia and the UK?". The answer is, "Konchar was an army deserter." Second question is, "why did Konchar desert the army?", and the second answer is, "because he left to work with Makarov."

We don't need to know why he left, not at the point I left the fic at. Those two answers would be enough for readers to not feel like there's a plot hole there, at least according to that advice I've heard.

NOW, with all of that out of the way, I wanted to post the notes I've made on each revenant's powers, because I thought it could be interesting for someone. AND! I kept some deleted scenes, and it would be a shame to just let them rot in the Google Doc lol.

First up, list of revenants and their powers:

[These aren't 100% accurate anymore, as they were written before I started writing the fic, and I only added stuff to them]

Ghost - limbo: is able to send a circle around him into “limbo”, a space between life and death, that no one can escape. Filled with his enemies. Only way to survive is if ghost brings you to the eye of the storm, where he keeps himself safe of his own powers. Ghost can be killed by any means if taken by surprise and doesnt activate his powers.

If stands still too long, inky hands start grasping at him from the ground. Prefers to sleep elevated.

Died in a coffin.

From chapter 21 and beyond - able to wield to withstand fire in his right hand.

Soap - explosion: cant be killed by explosions, and can explode anything he touches. Any injury with the root cause being explosion (fall from high building, debris scratches, etc.) will be healed, but he does feel pain from it. Gunshots cant kill him (the bullets shoot with explosions). Can be killed by any melee attack, poison, electricity.

Fire burns from his fingertips, hard to put out. Spreads when agitated. Hot to the touch.

Died from a fall because of an explosion.

From chapter 21 and beyond - able to wield the protective light in his left hand in Limbo.

Gaz - gravity: can manipulate gravity of himself and objects he touches. Cant die from falling. Can be killed by any means, but hard to catch and aim at while at motion.

Usually floats a couple inches off ground.

Died in a helicopter accident.

Price - telepathy: can talk and transmit simple ideas to other around him. Can feel emotions of others. Can be killed by any means, but Price can manipulate the enemies thoughts and distract them.

His thoughts can “leak” if left unguarded.

Died after being abandoned and without comms.

Alejandro - phase: can phase through solid objects, including bullets. Can be killed by any means if caught by surprise.

Sometimes accidentally phases through things.

Died in captivity.

Rodolfo - ice: can lower the temperature of anything he touches rapidly. Can freeze and jam guns. Can inflict ice burns. Can be killed by any means beside fire.

Breath always visible, cold to the touch.

Died in a fire.

Farah - steelskin: can deflect any attack to her body. Bullets, knives, rockets. Can be killed by poison easily, as needles cant pierce her skin and therefore medical administration is hard to give.

Skin shines oddly.

Died from a stab wound. [changed to what I explained above]

Youngest to become a revenant.

Alex - invisibility: can become invisible. Otherwise can be killed by any means, hard to spot.

Skin sometimes flickers.

Died when got caught.

Graves - shadow company: can create “shadows”, puppets he controls. Can be killed by any means, but hard to get through his shadows.

Doesnt have a shadow of his own, eyes become milky and vacant, leaking after a while.

Died from betrayal.

[I didn't manage to find a place to add this - yes, Graves died after his squad betrayed him. His powers are a replacement for the whole army. His last line, "Me? I am the army." was what he boiled down to. Limbo's victims marking him a traitor was two fold. He betrayed the 141, Vaqueros, the UFL and basically everyone around him, but he also betrayed his own Reaper, who gave him powers to not go through that very thing. It's also another reason why chapter 30 is called 'Die As You Live'.]

Kirill “Konchar” Bogomolov - telekinesis: can move objects with his mind. Can protect himself from any physical attack, and redirect them towards the attacker. Is a revenant of the Pull, like Gaz. (name means “Lord” and “devotionalist”) First death from RPG, second death by Soap.

Now, for the cut content. Most of these are one scene, usually one that didn't fit the emotinal arc of the characters, or the direction was going somewhere I didn't like. There's one that is a page and a half long, and that chapter was one of the hardest to write, so I practically restarted it at one point.

I'll try to add the context they were originally in if I remember.

[Context: the scene in Chapter 5, where Ghost watches the night sky out of a window, unable to sleep, and Soap comes to speak with him for the first time since they fought about Soap's tendenticy to let himself get hurt. Soap says he heard rumors about Ghost, and Ghost asks what they said.]

“ (rumors) That you murder our soldiers.”

Something akin to fear rang through his chest. So he knows… He supposes it was meant to happen eventually.

Soap’s face, for some reason, doesn’t lose its newfound cheerfulness.

“And what do you think about those rumors?” Hell knows why he wants to keep hearing him talk.

“Well, that makes the two of us.”

… What.

“What?” Ghost intelligently mutters.

Soap’s eyes widen, face not unlike a child caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

[Reason to cut: Soap wasn't supposed to admit that yet. He also wouldn't have done it in such a non-chalant way, with how heavy the guilt weighs on him.]

[Context: Chapter 10, where Ghost was showing his powers to the Vaqueros and Graves.]

The Captain’s voice fills his head, “field’s clear, go ahead Lieutenant.”

Ghost glances one last time at Soap’s figure, no more than a small speck, far, far away from him.

He closes his eyes. The warm air of Las Almas dissipates into the chill of Limbo.

He opens them, confused. The void is quiet, the residents of Limbo looking at the distance, calm and still. It reminds him of… before.

Ghost frowns, narrowing his eyes to try and see what caught their attention. There, a far away point flickers.

A small, white flame. Where… Soap was standing.

Ghost blinks and stumbles back. Price instantly sounds in his mind, “Simon, what’s going on?!”

“I saw something there…” He makes eye contact with the Captain, who is now jogging towards him, Gaz and Soap behind him. “Light… from Johnny.”

It can’t be… how is Soap able to affect Limbo? Every single spiritulogist he met agreed on the fact he’s a sort of master over Limbo, that the realm is a manifestation he’s inseparably linked to.

The only thing others can do there, is die.

“What do you mean light?” Price urges on.

“A small flame. Where Soap was. The victims were all staring at it.”

The 141 members reach him, Johnny rushing to him, “are you alright?”

Ghost gapes at him, “you’re different. I’ve… changed you.”

Soap frowns, “what are ye on about?” he steps closer.

Ghost takes a step back, “stop.”

The Sergeant stills, a hurt expression flashing on his face before he schools his features.

Price invades his mind, “Simon, you have to calm down-”

“Calm down?! I fucked up Soap! I need to-”

The ladder patterns. Ghost turns around.

“SIMON RILEY”

“Reaper”, he exhales shakily.

“YOU’VE DOOMED YOURSELF. IT IS TOO LATE.”

“What are you talking about?!” Ghost screams, “you keep saying I’m gonna die, while Johnny keeps suffering!”

“I DO NOT CARE ABOUT OTHER REVENANTS, SIMON.”

The Reaper leans in to shriek in his ears, Ghost clutching his head uselessly.

“YOU ARE INTERTWINED.”

Ghost cries from the pain. His Reaper does not falter.

“KILL HIM FIRST.”

His vision fades along with the Reaper’s words.

“Ghost! Fuck, someone get a medic” Someone shouts above him.

Another voice interjects, “he’s not injured, Sergeant. He’s with his Reaper.”

“From my experience, that doesn’t make me holler and pass out!”

A third person joins the conversation, “shut it! He’s waking up.”

Ghost groans and makes a move to rub his eyes, only to be stopped by his hard-shell mask. “Simon? You alright son?” Price asks, bringing the smell of fresh flowers and a soft bed to him.

He gets up (when did he lay down?) and mutters, “fine”. His voice hoarse from screaming. He takes in his team, the three of them concernedly crouch beside him, except Soap, who’s pacing around.

The Sergeant stops and eyes him warily.

“My Reaper’s mad.” he says in lieu of explanation to the others.

Soap stops, and looks down at him, still avoiding his stare, “it’s because of me, isn’t it?”

He sighs, “when those arms started grabbing ye I thought it was gonna-”

“What arms?” Ghost gets up.

“The dark arms from the ground, don’t tell me you didn’t noti-”

Ghost grabs the front of Soap’s shirt, “you fuckin’ see them?!”

The Sergeant struggles against his iron tight grasp, “aye! Thought I was hallucinating last night, fuckers made a pass at me-”

Ghost pushes him away, “fuckin’ hell”.

What the fuck is going on?! Nobody can see the victims outside of Limbo. It’s almost like…

“He has some of my powers…” Ghost whispers to himself.

But that’s not possible?

[Reason to cut: chapter wasn't working out for me. Characters not reacting in character. Reaper not supposed to show up just yet, and what it says kinda repeats previous encounters.]

[Context: chapter 13, instantly after Rudy and Gaz confront Ghost on his relationship with Soap.]

What, do they think he and Soap are sleeping side by side every night, comfortably tangled under the thin sheets? That he warms himself on his Sergeant’s eternal flame, that Johnny brushes his charred, calloused fingers over his arms, his shoulders, his neck, chasing away the cold, inky grasp Limbo always has on him? That Ghost reciprocates, that he holds Johnny’s face softly, bringing them closer and closer until-

[Reason to cut: out of character. Ghost doesn't think about affectionate actions, he jsut does them. Too early in the story for him to express such wants.]

[Context: I don't remember honestly. Entire scene was cut. Might be later in chapter 13, before Graves threatens Ghost.]

He catches Alejandro pacing around the base one day, frowning and arguing with Rudy in Spanish. From what Ghost can pick up, it’s something about an American. He’s pretty damn certain which one.

“Vargas, any issues?” he stops him before the man pops a blood vessel.

Alejandro glances at him, scanning their surroundings for eavesdropping ears. “Come with me.”

The three enter the Vaquero Commander’s office, Rudy locking it behind them, “it’s about Graves.” Alejandro starts pacing again, “fucking gringo is ordering his shadows to collect intel on us.”

“What?” that’s a huge fucking development.

Rudy is quick to correct him, “we can’t prove anything. But yes… Graves knows more than he should.”

“He knows about secret tunnels we have under the base, and weapon stashes that not even Price knows about. We got fucking Shepherd trying to get us to use locations for the mission he shouldn’t even know exist.”

Ghost feels the tension climb up his spine, “what the fuck do you think he’s playing at?”

Alejandro exhales loudly, “whatever it is, [I didn't finish the sentence]

[Reason to cut: Decided that Vaqueros wounldn't suspect Graves, and he wouldn't risk his powers found by using Shadows to spy on them. Didn't like where the scene was directing the story.]

[Context: chapter 19, when Ghost asks Gaz for help with showing emotions with Soap. Gaz asks why can't he now.]

Garrick nods thoughtfully, “and what is it that stops you? Fear?”

Ghost clenches his teeth, this conversation feels like pulling them out one by one, “I’m not afraid of him.”

“Wasn’t saying that sir”, Gaz thrums on his boot, “could be rejection, or… shit. Of course.” he stares at Ghost, eyes soft.

“The fuck’s it?” he glares back.

Gaz releases his powers, standing up in front of him, “you need to get over your fear of feeling.”

[Reason to cut: out of character. Wouldn't confront emotions head on. Unnatural for Gaz to just state that, rather have it implied. Not where I wanted Ghost's mentality to go.]

[Context: no idea. Probably after Ghost sent Soap to Limbo, and he gained an immunity to it.]

“We don’t have to be afraid, Simon. You can’t hurt me anymore.” Johnny whispers

[Reason to cut: don't remember.]

Tumblr is starting to lag, which means this post is huge lmao. Again, thank you to each and every one of you! The response to the fic was amazing, I never expected my little revenant AU to turn into something this big!

I loved the experience of writing Not Alive, Nor Dead. You can certainly expect more from me in the future!

For now, I have to focus on uni, and after that I have a few ideas for comics I wanna do. Might make a few oneshots in between, but no big projects like this one just yet!

#revenant au #not tagging everything bc I dont wanna flood them with a post on an au lmao #if youre from ao3 hi!#if youre not... also hi!!!

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popatochisssp · 6 months

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happy late thanksgiving, poppy!!!! i hope you spent your day relaxing! also, has nobody asked for the full transcendtale story yet? if not then consider this my formal request lol! xx

I had almost forgotten about it, but you're right! So here it is!

Transcendtale

Monsters are at war with humanity.

Or at least, with one human.

A sadistic, single-minded human has set their sights on the Underground, locking the monsters within into an endless cycle of RESETs.

In the beginning, most monsters were only peripherally aware that something was wrong—recurring déjà vu, nightmares that felt like memories, knowledge of things they didn’t remember learning.

But as the RESETs persisted, this awareness grew stronger and stronger, compiling across many, many repeated timelines until people really were remembering things.

The natural change in their behavior only seemed to encourage the human to keep repeating the cycle, almost as if to see what would be different this time—strengthening the awareness further.

Monsters began to talk to each other about it, realizing they’re all experiencing the same; realizing that the looping of time is actually something that’s happening.

A lot of secrets end up out in the open, once people start talking.

The machine back behind Sans’ house is one such secret, actively recording data on the anomaly that seems to be tampering with the timeline and providing solid proof that what they’re all going through isn’t a shared hallucination.

No one blames Sans for not coming forward with that information earlier, of course, being that his memory transfer across RESETs is so poor.

The guy can pick up context clues and read a room fast as anything, and being able to check on that data when he felt something odd was going on helped catch him up to speed, but in terms of actually remembering…

Well, it seems that the strongest recall of memory across RESET timelines is linked to levels of Determination, and there are many things to be said about Sans but ‘determined’ is not one of them.

Still, his data is helpful.

Monsters begin to try to organize, trying different strategies to combat the human’s relentless assault against them.

Gradually, the Underground becomes a siege, or something like it, a handful of the same days repeated over and over again to the point that the monsters living them—now remembering them all—feel like years are passing.

In spite of trying everything they can think of, the human manages to thwart them at every turn—or if they do manage to turn the tide for a short while, the human comes back again and again until they force their way through.

Potential solutions escalate, from attempted diplomacy to guerrilla tactics to the height of desperation.

It would be one thing if it was only the (repeated) extinction of their species they were fighting against, but another entirely to know that when the human finishes with everyone else and kills Asgore, the entire universe ends—not a single timeline in thousands extending past that point.

No one’s been left alive to see what happens, but inevitably everything ceases and goes right back to the start, for the killing to begin anew.

It has to stop before then, whatever the cost.

The human is far too strong for any one monster to handle, even groups of monsters, and they know that because they’ve tried, and the human will always come back, learn their patterns and break through.

It’s no job for any monster.

They consider that they may need a god instead.

Asgore, the strongest boss monster of their number, absorbs the six human souls, becoming something terrible and powerful and deeply unnatural.

………

It takes the human under a hundred tries to get through him.

The monsters are at a loss, for awhile.

Their biggest and strongest boss still isn’t enough…

…can they make a stronger one?

Normally, this would be a ludicrous thought—just making a stronger monster—but Sans isn’t the only one whose strange secrets are out, now that everyone remembers RESET timelines.

Flowey’s busted too—at least, to the extent that he’s an artificial monster brought to life by dust and DT.

Initially, he was on the human’s side for………reasons………but being killed a few hundred, thousand, whatever times has a way of changing one’s loyalties, and he’s been (begrudgingly) siding with monsters for awhile.

So when the suggestion is laid on the table—make a new bigger and better monster—Flowey has a couple cents to throw in on the matter.

That still wouldn’t be enough.

He fought the human once before, and even something like him plus all the human souls they have couldn’t keep them down for good. If they want that to work, they’re going to have to find a way to make it really tough, and good luck with that because it’d probably take the equivalent of all monsterkind to have a shot at taking that killer down.

…The equivalent of all monsterkind.

That…is an idea.

A terrible idea, horrible, unthinkable, no one wants to discuss that further.

Until.

The RESETs continue.

Death, again and again and again.

Suffering, with no hope of an end anywhere in sight.

Desperate times…do call for desperate measures, and eventually even the most ghoulish way out of it is given its due consideration.

So…what if they do use all of monsterkind?

What if everyone pooled all of themselves—their magic, their souls, their hopes and dreams—everything, together with the human souls.

Could that be enough?

With the few faint memories Flowey has of a pacifist timeline, he posits a less than confident, “Maybe?”

It’s not a no, and it’s the best they have to go on.

They have to try something.

A vessel of some kind will be needed, something capable of containing all of monsterkind. They have an excellent roboticist in Alphys, who has already made one robotic body for a monster to occupy and is relatively confident she can do it again.

The logistics will be different from that, of course. It was simple enough to make a shell for a willing ghost monster to occupy, but they’re all out of ghost monsters capable of taking on a body, so…

It’ll have to be piloted…the way Flowey occupied his vessel.

Monster dust laid onto the vessel and brought to life by DT.

Someone needs to volunteer to do it, to be resurrected into a soulless body after their death, to give intent and sentient function to the vessel of everyone’s hopes and dreams and use their power to bring an end to the perpetual terror hanging over monsterkind.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Undyne is the first to volunteer.

…Then Asgore.

And Toriel.

Papyrus.

Mettaton.

Many others.

It won’t take.

The human runs through several presumably confusing yet intriguing timelines where the Underground has gone empty, save for Flowey trying to distract them and Alphys in her lab trying desperately, fruitlessly to get her mysterious project to work.

At least, before they kill her and begin it all again.

Eventually, Alphys manages to at least figure out what the problem is, why the vessel keeps malfunctioning and the volunteer monster’s dust never seems to properly take.

She determines that when DT extract is introduced to the volunteer’s remains, it awakens and joins with whatever existing DT that monster had in life. This amount is typically small, as most monsters can’t handle high concentrations of DT, not the way humans can.

But this time, it happens to be doing the same to the vessel—a construct made of nearly every monster in the Underground.

Flowey was a different equation, monster dust added onto an inanimate vessel with zero DT of its own, and now with a vessel overbalancing the amount of the unstable element, it’s not working.

But it could.

If…

If the volunteer monster were someone with extremely low DT, so that there would be less to activate when the extract was introduced…

Suddenly, everyone in the room is looking at Sans and he is less than enthused.

Dying over and over again was one thing—he was just about used to that, at this point—but dying and living again? As something neither monster nor human? With the grand responsibility of avenging the entirety of monsterkind, nearly literally carrying everyone’s hopes and dreams on his shoulders?

That sucks.

There was a reason he didn’t volunteer, but now it seems like he’s being voluntold—nobody’s saying it, but…he has to, there’s no one else with DT as low as his and everyone knows it, the numbers from the machine being what they are, the human already bearing down on them for yet another assault, they’re all counting on him to agree.

So, he says—

“NO.”

Papyrus refuses this option point-blank.

There is no way in hell that he is letting his brother do that alone—he will have to be there too!

He is spoken to and encouraged and pleaded to be reasonable. All of monsterkind’s peace is at stake, of course he cares about his brother, but he must see that everyone is making sacrifices to end this horrible cycle once and for all.

And yes, certainly, Papyrus can see that. Obviously, he can—he’s made a lot of moral concessions himself over the past few time-looped years, he and Sans both have fought and been killed and willingly sacrificed themselves, and all manner of other terrible things, over and over and over again.

And they’ve been happy (for a given definition of ‘happy’) to do so!

But this is the line.

His, anyway.

He will not let Sans do this thing unless they can find some way for him to be there too, and he’s not budging—so figure something out.

(Sans could’ve protested and just willingly damned himself, but grateful for Papyrus’ interference, he…didn’t.)

So fine, apparently this is the hill that everyone will die on—again and again and again and again—if they don’t ‘figure something out.’

The problem is now how to make it so that Papyrus can ‘be there’ after he chronologically needs to have been incorporated into the vessel with all the other monsters.

Well… his soul needs to be there.

Does he need that to exist? To be present?

Sans won’t have that and he’ll be around, if this works the way it’s supposed to.

Flowey doesn’t have that and he’s around.

Maybe…

Maybe there’s a way to take a snapshot of a living monster—a scan of their knowledge, their memories, their experiences and thoughts and personality—and save it, like a program, or…an AI?

It wouldn’t have a soul but clearly that isn’t a requirement for sentient life, functionally it should be all but identical to a person’s continued existence.

…It raises a whole lot of ethical and philosophical questions, certainly, but if it can be done, it could be a very, very good thing.

After all, monsterkind was more or less going to be gone after this, a Pyrrhic victory to finally end their never-ending nightmare at the cost of all their lives.

This way, they could be preserved, in a digital space or a virtual reality, after their physical bodies and selves were gone, and that’s worth something, isn’t it?

At least a notch above total, permanent extinction.

Many monsters agree, previously resigned to total cessation and hopeful to carry on in some form, to have scans of themselves done when the tech is sorted.

Papyrus is of course among their number, and entirely too smug about it since all this was his idea…or at least, Alphys wouldn’t have developed it without his ultimatum, so it’s basically the same as being his idea!

And ultimately, with the assurance that he won’t be alone on the other side…

Sans agrees to volunteer.

The human’s final timeline is a very different experience than what they’ve become used to.

Sans, resurrected into a body filled with truly godly power, is their only opponent, one they never would have had a chance to beat.

With ease, he removes all of their options—refusing to allow them to FIGHT or to use MERCY. He blocks their path, corrupts their SAVES, and severs their connection to whatever entity has granted them to power to do what they’ve done…permanently.

The human falls, like a puppet with its strings cut, and simple as that…

It’s all over.

The barrier is broken, almost as an afterthought, and the few remaining monsters that can go up to the Surface.

Monsterkind itself exists almost entirely virtually now. As a species, they’re on the down-low with regards to humanity, off the grid, as there’s only (currently) three among their number who exist physically and trying to establish anything official with so few feels…trivial.

Some monsters are looking forward to obtaining robotic bodies of their own to begin interacting with the surface world, but others are content to remain digital.

It’s not exactly a happy ending…but it’s not an ending, and monsterkind has transcended from one phase of existence to the next, and will adapt accordingly.

Spectr (Transcendtale Sans)

A soulless consciousness inhabiting an exoskeletal body that at least mostly resembles his old one—a favor from Alphys—shining chrome and white plating with prismatic flecks of rainbow that catch in the light. Heavily dysphoric about his body and averse to seeing ‘himself,’ he's always covered up and tends to avoid reflections.

No longer reality-bendingly strong, without the power of the human souls, but still in possession of the condensed power of all monsterkind and fully capable of unleashing terrifying strength and magic if needed. …He would rather not.

Because he lacks a soul, his emotions are distant and muted, and because he was resurrected and not scanned in great detail, his memory is mostly intact but can be spotty—especially with regards to things that happened between RESETs.

Spends a lot of time thinking about personhood and existence—is he who he was before, now that he doesn’t have a soul? Can he claim those memories, that self, or is he too different? Does he even count as ‘alive’?

Trying to find meaning in his current state of being, roaming the Surface and seeking small pleasures and maybe the hope of some kind of inner peace out in the world.

PapAIrus (Transcendtale Papyrus)

Technically not The Original, a scanned digital copy of everything that made Papyrus…Papyrus—and completely fine with it, entirely bypassing the philosophical questions his brother dwells on. As far as he’s concerned, he’s himself: he has all of his thoughts and memories and feels like himself, so he is! Easy, why make it so complicated?

Exists mostly in a virtual state and can traverse through and access most any electronic device, but he can also manifest physically as a hard-light projection via any device that emits light. He has access to most of his brother’s systems and can communicate or project himself through him as a conduit…unless said brother has intentionally blocked him out

A bit different than he was before all the RESETs, a little looser with his moral code and more of a wisecracker—he lived a lot of years under siege and had to adapt to an enemy that really couldn’t be better and didn’t want to try, and filling in for the jokes his brother had become too downtrodden to tell

Spends his time everywhere and nowhere, surfing the ‘net and making a splash as a holographic DJ and periodically checking in on his brother to make sure he’s as okay as he can be—basically doing everything he wants to do, whenever he wants to do it

…Possibly nurturing a slight god-complex, but mostly just enjoying a new phase of his life with near-limitless access to anyone, anything and anywhere, totally untethered by all of his previous mortal limitations (…okay yeah, it’s a god-complex, but it’s fine, don’t worry about it)

#anonymous #headcanons #transcendtale #t!sans #t!papyrus

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thefavchilde · 2 years

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GENERAL RELATIONSHIP HCS: TIGHNARI !

Just because I felt like it. And to feed the simps. Which does not include myself. Not at all. Stfu.

•If you’re a similar height or taller, he’s a clothes stealer. This is not restricted to just hoodies. He takes to any of your shirts. Especially crop tops if that’s your thing. Catch him in like a racer back crop top or something. He might even end up buying one for himself. Only the one though, or he’d be out of excuses to take yours.

•If your hair is long enough, PLEASE let him braid flowers into it. In fact, you don’t have a choice. It’s already in motion. And you cannot put it out of motion. He’s no braiding professional, but the flowers look oh so pretty. <333

•He’s not familiar when you first start dating- it’s not something he’s done before- but once he sees you doing it, he starts to really love painting his nails. Or, one better, you painting them. They chip easily because he’s constantly out in the wild, but he appreciates it nevertheless, especially if you’re understanding and patient enough to keep constantly reapplying it for him.

•He subconsciously leans into physical affection. He won’t go out of his way to initiate it, but if you’re the loving type he finds himself struggling to not admit to himself how much he adores it. It’s almost like a 6th sense after a while. Just instinct.

•Speaking of, it’s like he can always feel when you’re nearby. So in other words, good luck ever trying to scare or prank him. It won’t phase him in the slightest. You’re just setting yourself up for him to get you back later.

•If you’re holding hands, it’s ALWAYS the way that your fingers are intertwined. He’s got quite a tight grip without realising it. He cares about you a lot, and that’s just a subtle way he shows it. If you’re somewhere with potential to be unsafe, this is more evident. The last thing he wants is for you to be hurt.

•Alas, though, it’s inevitably going to happen at some point. He’ll take great care in patching you up and caring for your wounds, and will keep checking in once in a while and ask you to rate the pain out of ten in the days that follow. Asks you to let him know if it ever gets worse. He’s very naturally well prepared mentally, and so he always knows what to do.

•If you’re panicking over something, he’s good at calming you down, whichever way you may prefer him to do it. He picks up on it very quickly.

•He also picks up on when you’re tired a lot. Is immediately onto you about your sleep schedule and how you should go and rest as soon as possible. If you get stubborn with him you’ll very promptly find yourself being practically pulled into his arms and down onto the nearest couch or bed. This mf WILL make you sleep, you can count on that. Don’t even try that shit with him, you’ll get nowhere.

•Take an interest in his hobbies! He’s very happy to do the same for you, as he knows how appreciated it makes him feel to be listened to. He’ll remember all of the tiny details about you for a long time to come.

•You make him feel more at ease in crowded spaces. If he’s overwhelmed, sometimes all it takes is just for him to look over at you and remind himself you’re with him. It’s super sweet, actually.

#genshin hcs #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #tighnari #tighnari x reader

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hwanchaesong · 2 years

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can i ask a mingi imagine about him being obsessed with the breast of s/o

a/n: oh god pls 😫 this ask had my brain melting with how much i imagined a boob obsessed mingi 😭😭

This guy is lowkey attracted to your boobs ngl, like even before you started dating, he'd subtly look at it or do things that will let him make contact with 'em.

Examples would be:

Scenario no.1

You are on a date with him in a mall and you're wearing this sweater that has tiny holes on it.

With Mingi's looming height, it's inevitable that he'll see through those holes and what the fuck, he'll get a glimpse of your cleavage and would barely contain himself.

He called your name out, gesturing for you to hold on his arm that you immediately caught on. Happily clinging unto him, not knowing that he's sighing out of relief when he can finally feel the softness of your breast on his skin.

Scenario no.2

He gives you piggyback rides a lot, like a L O T.

Main reason?

Oh no nothing, he just wants to be so close to your boobs.

"Mingi!"

He went over to you when he heard your distressed tone, "What is it baby?"

You pouted at him, pointing upwards in the cabinet where a jar of cookie sits peacefully.

"Get it for me, please?" your adorable face almost made him reach for it, but something in his brain made him stop, thus, he crouched down and told you to hop on.

"Come little one, I'll let you inhale some air from this height."

You slapped him half-heartedly, though you did not reject his idea.

And there goes your innocence being his advantage, putting all your weight on his back while you tightly clutched his shirt.

He was having the time of his life at that point, but guess what? He'll even have more fun sooner or later.

Let's get freaky, shall we?

Small pecks and cuddling turned into a full blown make-out session on the couch, he couldn't help but fondle your boobs, and the moan that you let out gave him more confidence.

It's safe to say that foreplay would be like, man, spent more on your chest area.

Mingi's burying his face on your boobs, groaning at the impeccable feeling of it (especially because you're naked).

His hot mouth leaves purple spots on your skin and his tongue flicks your nipples every now and then. He sure would suck on your hardened nubs like a baby, slurping noises and the occasional nibbles would leave you breathless.

He almost couldn't get over his FAVORITE BODY PART if not for you taking control of the situation.

You somehow boldly, mind you, turned the position around and made him putty in the palm of your hands.

If he was having the time of his life before, now he's rethinking that because he's having the BEST TIME OF HIS LIFE.

Of course he would, his dick in between your tits is already a sight to behold, what more is the delicious sensation of his length sliding through your slick skin.

He'll be proud to say that he did cum within a few seconds, and he quoted, "That is how I love your goodies, honey."

After that passionate night with him, also your first time having sex with him, he became highkey infatuated with your boobs.

He touches it every time he can.

Sleeping? He'll have a tight grip on them like his life depended on it.

Hugging? He gives a lot of buck hugs due to the fact that he can put his hands over your chest.

Kissing? He's already caressing them like they are his babies.

Which you think they already are because he greets you like a madman for real.

Cue you opening the door and he's already trudging to you with open arms, "How's my baby doing?"

He says that, then proceeds to faceplant in your breasts, nuzzling his cheeks on it before smiling in pure delight.

Mingi can get a bit risky too, he needs to maintain a good public image but damn, you're making it difficult.

When did he gave you permission to wear a tight fitting dress in company parties like this one?

One of the explanations why he gave you his suit, covering you with it and then suddenly, you felt his hands on your boob. Snaking it's way inside the dress.

"Keep your facial expression calm, baby. Hide yourself more and let me enjoy this while I can."

The cherry on top though is when he's away from you. He gets so turned on sometimes and he'll probably have to watch porn in order to get off.

BUT. IT. JUST. WON'T. WORK.

So he video calls you, asking you for some time. Even just a minute. You just have to do him a tiny favor.

And what is that you ask?

Give him a mini show of you flashing your gorgeous bosoms at him, maybe squish it together, play with your nipples and touch it as well.

Anything, just gosh, he wanted some relief on his side and he's so sure that he'll get that from you and only you.

So you did gave him what he wished for, less than a minute and he's gone.

"I couldn't last long whenever I see my babies. Fucking hell, my weaknesses."

Overall, despite the shy attitude and cute smiles, Mingi can be a bit perverted and sometimes be pushy if you would tease him.

Still, he respects your boundaries and limitations. If he knows that you're not in the mood, he'll be fine with being soft and fluffy with you for the whole day.

His fixation on your tits is just a way for him to communicate how much he's in to you. That you're the only girl he will look at and will always find as the prettiest, hottest, and sexiest of them all.

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helloliriels · 2 years

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I Can't Feel My Face When I'm With You

"I must be in love," the younger man stated plainly, eyes bleary and unfocused as John pulled him off the dump heap he was calling a bed …

"Oh yeah?" John asked casually, police instincts preventing him from focusing on the face so much as diagnosing the damage … he spent a minute wiping off the debris that clung to trousers, hair, and jacket - not wanting them in his car - before looking back up at the junkie. "And why's that?" He asked, a jovial repartee. This guy was always a talker …

The face that stared back, was suddenly serious. Intensely focused. Contemplative …

It arrested John's attention.

He stopped short, as the man stood to his full height. He was gorgeous. How had John not noticed this before?

Raven black curls.

Porcelain skin.

Plump red lips.

Colour heightened by the amphetamines - no doubt - based on the speed of the man’s racing heart!

Pupils blown W I D E …

"Because … I can't feel my face when I'm with you?"

It was stated like an obvious fact.

John gaped. Dumbfounded.

The man had declared it with such conviction, John wanted to burst out laughing!

But … something prevented him doing so …

It was with extreme difficulty he kept the amusement from his voice.

"And face numbness is a degree to love?" He inquired, head tilted.

"My brother says that love is a powerful paralytic. He is incredibly knowledgeable about these sort of things, it seems … I’m really … not … " he winced, "should have paid more attention … I suppose?" he was losing focus again, and John caught him as he also lost his balance. Grappling onto John's offered shoulder for respite.

"Yeah, well … your brother sounds like a toff. And I don't think he took into account the stuff you've been on this week!" John chided. He had a soft smile on his face though, one that just wouldn't go away as he guided the clinging junkie to his car …

"That's twice now, I've had to rescue you! Please tell me you'll quit this stuff, Sherlock? I hear you're quite brilliant, actually. Word on the street. Not that I've had a chance to proper see it?!" John was laughing as Sherlock simultaneously let him tuck him into the car while rotating 180 degrees to keep his eyes fixated firmly on his person …

"Why do you take the stuff anyways?" John hesitated to close the door of his patrol car. Wanting a genuine answer.

"Cure for boredom," the puzzling response of his captive, formed into a lopsided grin as he watched, "twice my rescuer. Does that make me your damsel in distress, then?" he looked John up and down in an obviously undressing way ...

John blinked. Tongue tied as he tried to think up an appropriate response.

"I'd much rather have an intelligent and sober partner, thank you!" he barked back. Noting the long legs and bohemian fashion Sherlock was lounging in the back of his cop car ... an open invitation.

Good god, this man could ruin him!

He slammed the door harder than he meant to, and dug himself into the front seat. Staring back at the rear view mirror a few seconds, incredulous. Before starting the car up and driving on.

(to be continued?)

@johnlocky @ohlooktheresabee @fluffbyday-smutbynight @chinike @rhasima @totallysilvergirl @calaisreno @inevitably-johnlocked @sarahthecoat @topsyturvy-turtely @missdeliadili @masterofhounds @purplevatican @whatnext2020 @luciengenic @glows-n-the-dark @i-call-me-clarence @janetm74 @sgam76 @chriscalledmesweetie @demonicangeling @hp-nv-221b-3000 @john-smiths-jawline @ephemeraljimin @kettykika78 @arwamachine @discordantwords @simplyclockwork @kitten-kin @bluebellofbakerstreet @wizama @train-mossman @anyawen @colourfulwatson @t-dalo @ohmrshudsontookmyskull @kaursblog11 @khorazir @gaylilsherlock @justanobsessedpan @angrybagginshieldbakery @safedistancefrombeingsmart @peanitbear @peageetibbs @keirgreeneyes @inatshej @iwlyanmw @raina-at @meetinginsamarra @musingsofmyown

#responder au #johnlock #sherlock x john #johnlock ficlet #helloliriels #had to be done

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here2bbtstrash · 1 year

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I also feel obligated to say that I would like to take all of them to a hockey game, purely to see how they react to a good fight and how much stadium food they would consume before they inevitably feel sick

BANGTAN + HOCKEY = A RARE OVERLAP OF TWO OF MY FAVORITE THINGS omg. ngl i got inspired to write some headcanons so let's goooo (ty to @sailoryooons for helping me cowrite hehe) 🏒

namjoon: he gets a little lost trying to find his way back to the seats on his own, and when his arm gets grabbed by some important looking dude in a polo, he just goes with it - which is how he ends up in the locker room, sitting quietly through the entire opening pep talk before anyone notices him. the height, the muscles, the general look of confusion on his face: the new assistant coach saw him bumbling around and just assumed he was a healthy scratch - oops!

seokjin: is here exclusively for the shit-talk. bullies the opposing team mercilessly even though he's not actually 100% positive what's going on in the game - it doesn't matter. these clowns need to be TOLD and he's gonna be the one to do it. let's face it, he could play hockey better with his TOES than these losers can! he's also very supportive of any and all fights that break out, and think it's ridiculous that people get penalized for the most interesting part of the game!!

yoongi: possibly the only one actually focused on the game. somehow has all the team standings as well as every single player's name and stats memorized, and can provide them off the top of his head when asked (okay, nobody asked, but he's providing them anyway!!!!!!) (this does actually end up coming in handy when jimin wants to know the names of the cutest players) - he also complains LOUDLY when the refs make terrible calls, and jin immediately joins in despite not knowing or caring what hooking even means.

hoseok: doesn't even know who's winning, all he knows is that he wants to be on the jumbotron so bad - he's wiggling in his seat every time the music comes on, and once the cameraperson finds him, his pure joy meltdown of seeing himself on the screen is so endearing, it becomes a recurring theme the rest of the game to cut to hobi at least once during any given moment of downtime. they even pan over to him during the kiss cam, just for laughs, but jimin is READY and proceeds to lean over and plant the smooch of a lifetime on him.

jimin: jungkook notices it first, and everyone thinks he's mostly joking and/or projecting when he mentions it, but then yoongi corroborates: the players...... can't stop looking at him. two dudes literally skate into each other because neither of them can take their eyes off jimin. guys sitting on the bench are turning around to look at him. he just cards a hand through his hair and tries to keep his knowing smirk to himself.

taehyung: the mysterious enigma that he is, our boy disappears midway through the period, mumbling an excuse about wanting to stretch his long-ass legs which, yeah, fair. but just as seokjin is starting to complain that he's going to miss the start of the period if he doesn't make it back soon, hobi is swatting at his arm and pointing towards the ice because, yep, there taehyung is: sitting prim and proper on the back of the zamboni, princess-waving as he circles the ice. to this day, nobody knows how he talked his way into it.

jungkook: as far as he's concerned, this is an all-you-can-eat buffet with a side of sports. hot dogs, burgers, nachos, pretzels, chicken tenders, popcorn, churros - he's eating til he's nauseous and washing it down with as many beers as he can get away with before jin cuts him off. he's here for a good time, not a long time!!!! .....and yes he will complain the entire ride home that his stomach hurts 🥺

whrguekhgjldf thank u and sorry this is so niche but i had fun lmao

soft hours!! 🌸 if you could do one (sfw!) activity with one member (or subunit!) of bangtan: who are you with & what are you doing?

#bffsoobin #mbox 📮#ask game #I AM HOWLING AT THIS FESTA SHOOT I'VE NEVER SEEN IT BEFORE #WHY ARE THEY WEARING CELTICS JERSEYS AND HOLDING HOCKEY GEAR

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oldmemoria · 7 months

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caught up with cringetober because I literally forgot to do it, individuals and explanations under cut

Day 1: Heterochromia I’ve come to the revaluation that my sona is already cringe as hell considering not only can his entire body change color but he also has differently colored eyes as a staple of his design. They’re usually yellow and blue but this time I color picked the blue from the trans flag and the mint from the Vincian flag for this color palette, it turned out really pretty :)

Day 2: Self Insert Now she isn’t my self insert anymore, but back in the day when I was at “peak cringe” she definitely was. This is my warriors OC Icypelt and I have a post going over part of her story on my profile somewhere. She’s been through a lot and I think her modern design is very pretty :)

Day 3: Unnecessarily complex fit/design Spider scene is kinda infamous in my brain for having wayyy too much detail but I love them and I think this might be my favorite one out of this batch, super cute, the pose is really cute and the colors are nice and fits her really well :D

day 4: Angel x Devil inevitable MCR reference ik, Helena and Revenge, love them dearly. Poor revenge man this one is cute and looks like a sticker!!

Day 6 (I skipped day 5 because I didn’t want to open up ms paint today): neko i kinda hate this one but cat Gerard yay

Day 7: Pinterest base at first I wanted to draw hobie in place of Gwen but I remembered that I haven’t really drawn Mikey with her even though they’re supposed to be friends so I drew her instead. Idk. The height difference is not accurate because of that but Jumping Spider is small because he’s based on a jumping spider and those are tiny who would have thought

Day 8: tumblr sexyman i have never played undertale a day in my life i just know a lot of people wanted to jump sans’ bones

day 9: Crossover ship/rarepair OH BOY THIS ONE GOES KIND OF HARD AND IM EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT BECAUSE THEY KIND OF WORK FOR EACH OTHER UM MIGUEL OHARA X CLOTTED CREAM COOKIE IM INSANE OMG-

day 10: fursona i already have a fursona I already drew and yes I colorpicked from the lesbian flag how could you tell /j

Day 11: Yandere LYLA is technically canonically a yandere because spoiler alert she tried to kill Miguel’s fiancé via overheating her in the shower (essentially literally boiling her like a lobster) because she was “in love” with him (she said if she did have autonomy and had feelings the would be in love with him but she doesn’t but idk who knows I don’t).

day 12: niche interest ik MCR isn’t exactly “niche” but the black parades story in particular has always caught my interest and I have my own interpretation of it and a whole kind of story I’m still developing and character arcs and headcanons and interactions and yeah you get it, death in particular has evolved into god knows an OC on his own I just keep him attached to MCR because… it makes more sense that way, ig-

day 13: creepypasta does this count- whatever grimdark is just the same thing as a creepypasta- I’m not really in the MLP fandom anymore but it was my first ever “fandom” I was actually apart of. My first hyperfixation if you will. I wasn’t in the grimdark part of the fandom because I was too young for it but I was actually watching the izzzyzzz grimdark video and I was like “oh” and drew a rainbow factory Rainbowdash. Honestly I should draw ponies more they’re fun to draw

Day 14: candygore (?) im not good at drawing candygore and since I was rushing this o didn’t do it as well as I thought I can, but it still turned out pretty cool

Day 15: song lyrics aaaa inevitable hesitant alien drawing this one turned out so cute!! The colors and the sparkle eek so cute aaa action cat lyrics I’m breaking down right in front of you I’m sorry

planning on doing the rest of the month now, maybe not exactly on time since I’m still in school but I’ll try to get 31 drawings out by Halloween. Love the idea of cringetober because I just love all things cringe. Ack this is so good

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Vox's death - personal headcanons/rambles

A/N I've been sitting on this for a while HDHDH

A lot of this is building on prior headcanons of mine and shots in the dark based on vibes so yeah - I could be completely wrong in season 2 and thus I will eat my hat if that's the case /lh

Just wanted to throw my thoughts out there on this 🙏

CW: SFW, murder, mentions of suicide/mental breakdown, references to staticmoth, angst

In my personal opinion Vox didn't die from a TV falling on his head: he died from poisoning.

The first thing that differs from a lotta stuff I keep seeing is that I don't think the red lines that come from Vox's mouth are actually Val's saliva from kissing him.

In some scenes, it probably is (like in the poison music vid) but when he's very obviously done with Val's bs during the off periods in their relationship that they go through? Nah.

It just wouldn't make sense that it's always from Val. Especially when we have examples like the beginning of episode 8. It just starts seeping from his mouth as he's saying the "I can't wait to watch you get fucked" line.

They show up whenever he's more unstable (like in Stayed Gone) and/or when he's having a sadistic power high (ep 8 ) and is particularly out of his mind.

I think it's symbolic of actually being blood from being poisoned in an instance when he was like that in his life.

Actually getting into it: The leadup to his death

Regardless of how it happened exactly, imo in the end every single one of his relationships while he was alive broke down in the height of his popularity.

He became more and more insufferable to keep around: constantly egotistical and looking down on everyone the more famous and powerful he grew, and became utterly obsessed with maintaining his power. (Also what he's doing in hell - fixated at all times on appearing a certain way and staying at the top)

His mental state declined terribly as he grew paranoid that he would lose his control and have to start from where he was (which wasn't good to say the least), and all of his friends and family left due to how he treated them which only added to his instability due to having no support system.

Not that it would have changed much because yeesh.

The second someone would try to reality check him (if they did) during this time, it only would have made him even more unstable.

He most likely believed that stepping on everyone to maintain his power was more important than anything, and meeting someone who disagreed, he would have just discarded them without a second thought, all the while internalising it deep down to be brought back up whenever he finally crashed.

His actual death

I have two main headcanons of how the poisoning may have gone:

1. The first main one is that he was murdered.

He treated his staff so badly during his gradually worsening mental decline that one (or maybe more) got so fed up by his poor treatment of them that his morning coffee was poisoned, and while on air he started spitting up blood and then died (hence why his head is a TV).

This one makes particular sense to me because the red lines show up when he's being a sadistic asshole - as he would have been leading up to his murder.

2. The second: he poisoned himself on purpose as suicide.

His mental state declined so much, so stuck in his delusions of grandeur that when he was either reality checked and it actually took hold of him or his content started performing badly in comparison to someone else's he experienced the inevitable crash after having a high in that way and had a full on breakdown (or both tbh).

Him taking a stance of 'I'd rather die now while eyes are still on me then when they're all gone again and my existence is unknown once again'.

I think it's far likelier the former, though considering everything.

I am probably reading too damn much into all this but like... the brainrot is all-consuming.

I want to write a fic about his death at some point but like.. I don't think anyone would gaf enough to read it for one, and I also have a bunch of stuff I'm already working on that my brain is buffering about/lh

I'm thinking about how bad he's probably gonna be done in season 2 and slightly dying inside. I HOPE I'm proved wrong so desperately bc I love him too damn much.

Either way I do NOT think there is enough time to properly explore his chara even if Viv wanted to dip into the interesting asf things under the surface. 🗿

My masterlist

#I was trying so hard so sound sane through this but I vibrate at a different frequency of existence thinking abt this mf #hazbin hotel #vox headcanons #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel theory #vox

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they haven't quite turned on vcarb the way they did mclaren but from what i've read that seems to be bc daniel keeps saying "it's not the same problem as mclaren" when like idk dude if the only time you've finished a race ahead of yuki was bc you got put on softs at the end of the race it is smelling very shades of mexico '22 to me. just without the having to make up a time penalty bc u punted yuki off the track.

i can say yuki is already getting the lando treatment though. "hOW MANY RACES HAS HE WON AND YOU DARE SAY HES PERFORMING BETTER THAN AN 8 TIME GP WINNER?" (ya i'll go to the top floor of my apartment and shout it into the void through a megaphone too what are you going to do about it) only this time there's a heavy dose of racism added in. the amount of people i have seen calling yuki a "pokémon" derogatorily and refusing to admit the racist connotations there are wild. not to mention the ableist terms i've seen be used to refer to his height. it's all very gross and yet again daniel says nothing to even try to prevent it. it's wild how someone always has to get harassed by his fans regardless of if he fails or succeeds.

ok so like first of all yikes. i rly rate yuki but im v selective w my online (especially my tumblr)

experience so i rly almost never venture out of my mclaren-centred bubble, which means i never rly see what ppl say abt him. 'pokemon' is actually vile like thats so clearly racist bc its not even a pun of his name at all or any sort of reference to his personality?? AND the fact that its a cartoon w the infantilising implications of that... ku's essay on the infantilisation of east asian drivers u will always be famous.... like u guys ever noticed how nyck is also rly short and has a youthful face and nobody ever talked abt him in the way they talk abt yuki? much to think abt

now. permission to be mean here but even if its 'not the same problem as mclaren' is the problem not STILL the fact that daniel in his 10+ year career hasnt bothered to understand the way the engineering of f1 cars works in like any material way and thats the reason he always struggles to identify his driving issues / has a disconnect with his chassis unless its tailored exactly to what he already likes and knows how to drive? i saw that bit from newey's book about how max and checo give rly good feedback and so did webber and vettel and it was kind of subtly implying that during the bit in between (the daniel era) he designed less effective cars be he wasnt getting enough precise feedback.... i genuinely havent been able to sleep at night since. like it felt like smth slotted in my head like aaaah this has been the problem all along. if only daniel wasnt so busy going on podcasts making fun of the idea of women in motorsport and actually spent some time to do some way overdue physics homework... lol. Imao even

the truth of the situation is yuki is in the best form of his career and also wiping the floor w daniel. like factually so. EVEN with team orders favouring daniel so his fans cant say its bc of that like they did with mclaren. i genuinely think its quite sad the amount of personal stock daniel fans have clearly invested in this mans career and how much it bothers them when he doesnt perform to their expectations - like he's ur driver, swallow it and accept it, because thats what he's been doing to try to move on. doing all this intense online hate bullshit only makes him look bad bc it highlights how badly and for how long he rly has been embarrassingly underperforming. but by this point it feels like they WANT him to underperform bc they crave that martyr underdog victimised figure to root for and fight for - which is why ur totally right anon, that someone always inevitably gets harrassed regardless of if daniel is failing or succeeding.

i will say one thing which is that i rly dont think daniel is at all aware of whatever the fuck his fans do on twitter and instagram (and deffo not tumblr lmao). so i dont think this is an issue of like him telling his fans to chill out - and it doesnt work anyways, bc lando literally has made talking abt how much cyberbullying sucks a part of his personality and theres still some rly mean and hateful lando fans (not in a fun way like me<3 lol) (i hate on my own blog and in discord groupchats). so like thats not necessarily on him, its more on netflix for making him the lowest common denominator guy to like, ykwim? also the unfortunate reality is that despite the tshirts and the kneeling (or no kneeling) no one rly seems to stand up to defend the drivers of colour who literally constantly get SUCH vitriol thrown towards them w any occasion. im not expecting daniel of all ppl to say anything abt it ngl

#i still think we just have to wait another couple months and we'll start seeing the vcarb is mistreating daniel discourse #ive been on f1blr long enough to see the patterns #anon #ask #daniel #meta #yuki

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐅𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭.

Yanqing Post I got Inspired From (Check Their Blog Out! :D)

Warnings: Might Be Out of Character, Timeline of Events May Not Be Accurate, Not Beta Read, & (possibly) very wordy!

If there are any other warnings I have missed, please immediately notify me!

Save the foxian lady by keeping her alive behind the scenes. Save the short-life species of an amazing Furnace Master from death. Ease the mara from the previous sword champion, make the General happy.

Even if it meant he was like this, it was worth it. He may have wished he could have been a part of his life again, but all Yanqing wanted now was for his hard work to not shamble into pieces. That’s all that mattered to him now. Was that the mara speaking for him, or just himself? He doesn’t know—doesn’t care.

Probably better that way. At least they can agree on this. And so long as Yanqing wasn’t being too mindless like the usual mara-strucked people, what was there to panic about?

How did he even end up being able to transport back in time in the first place? It was simple—it all started when he was younger—more alive, reckless, emotional, yada yada. He had found a strange device laying on the ground after a cycrane flew by and dropped it from its delivery.

Yanqing had meant to take the device back to its original destination, but instead, he was transported by the device back in the past of the Luofu. Yanqing had hid the moment he realized he wasn’t on the same thing, holding that device.

Before that wretched thing broke down, it gave him basic information—he was travelled back in time. He was to fix the sadness that befell the Luofu’s greatest legends of all time—the High Cloud Quintet. He was given information of what will be the never-to-be version of history of what happened to each member.

Before it broke down, the device infused Yanqing with its power. It was all his to use in case he needed to travel or rewind back in time to fix the problem again. The device shattered after Yanqing’s body infused with the powers of time, ultimately becoming a piece of rubbish that he had to throw away sooner or later.

Centuries have gone by, and Yanqing was doing well. He was, rather unfortunately, inflicted with mara in his teen years, which explains why he was still a child, but Yanqing has seen many things. His main priority was the High Cloud Quintet, making sure that they were alive and happy as long as possible.

Sure, two of the five were going to me inevitable ends, but so long as they were happy in their lives, there was no need to step in. That’s just how it worked.

He may have wished to once again be under the wing of the General, but no longer. Yanqing can practice sword techniques and hone his skills in his free time. Besides, how else was he able to let Yingxing and Baiheng live for this long?

Fighting experiences under his name, Yanqing was able to keep them both alive. That’s all that mattered.

So what he was facing now…Yanqing wasn’t sure what to think. This shouldn’t be happening so quickly. Why was Kafka alive during the times of the High Cloud Quintet? Does that mean…the Astral Express Crew will also be present? His former teacher and their friends? Their crew won’t even consist of Dan Heng, because Dan Feng was still alive.

But why was Kafka walking towards this young boy, blond hair now black with blond fade, with an expectant gaze, and that knowing smile?

Oh wait. Destiny’s Slave. The IPC’s Wanted Criminals. Highly Wanted in fact.

If the old Yanqing were here, he would’ve drawn his blade and ratted her out. But perhaps that’s why Kafka was approaching her—not only with her strange magic to use as a backup, but also because Yanqing (now) won’t raise his sword so long as it doesn’t have to do anything with endangering his progress.

“Hi,” she says, looking down at him due to the height difference. She was in disguise, but her face was evident of who she truly was. “I’m Kafka.” Yanqing nods. She chuckles.

“When Elio said you were silent, I didn’t think he’d mean by both emotion and voice,” she muses. “So, I’m sure you’re aware of who I am?” He nods. “Good. That saves introduction. Let me buy you something from a vendor, and we can get chatting.”

— — —

Was he glad that no one knew him. It would have been a headache to deal with otherwise. Yanqing looks down at the drink Kafka bought for them both, memories of a life that no longer exists flashing in his mind.

Immortal’s Delight. A boba drink with caffeine in it. Back then, the General—or should he say, Jing Yuan, would ask him to get it whenever he couldn’t get his own treats himself. It usually happened with Lady Fu was either breathing down Jing Yuan’s neck, or she was on his case for the lack of managed paperwork.

Yanqing doesn’t even know if Fu Xuan was the current master diviner. Likeliest case is she isn’t, but with Kafka present on the Luofu, there was a possibility.

“My, you really aren’t an expressive kid,” Kafka muses, smiling at him as she sips some of her drink. “Most your age would be a lot more expressive about themselves. And much more resilient to choices being made for them.” Yanqing nods.

“Alright, I’ll get straight to the point, since you aren’t really into small chat. Elio foretold that a kid—that being you—would play a significant role in the destiny he soughts for the universe. He said he foresees three possible answers you may give once I give you the question. Are you ready?” Yaqing nods.

Just hurry up.

“Would you like to join the Stellaron Hunters?” Yanqing stops walking. He stares up at Kafka. She stares back, smiling. “Hm…Aren’t we glad we’re in a more secluded area for all this.” Instead of nodding, Yanqing draws his blade and brings it to her throat.

“Hm, it seems you answered with that response,” she says, chuckling. “Very well then. Listen, I don’t mean any harm. You can withdraw your blade.”

Her voice lures the mara and its thirst for blood away, but the power of time infused into him prevents Yanqing from being so easily swayed. After all, someone needs to withstand time in order for change to occur.

Nevertheless, Yanqing gives into the temptation and withdraws his blade. He can create a blade of ice to kill her if needed.

“Good. Listen, unlike many others, Elio’s heard of a lot of things you’ve done. Many of which also follow his embark of being destiny’s slave. He wants you to join because all of our goals align. We want a change in our lives—in the future of this universe. Elio knows what you truly desire.”

What he desires…Yanqing doesn’t even know what he wants anymore. How can a stranger he barely knows of know what he would truly want?

“Listen. Right now, you want a future where you no longer have to watch over people to make sure they aren’t ruining your hardwork, right?” That…wasn’t off. Yanqing will admit, when people interfered with his progress, the mara ticked inside him, enraged. He nods.

“Listen. Elio knows the destiny of this universe will end in pain, in grief. He wants you to join us so that we can make sure no one has to live with the agony. He wants you to join us—the Stellaron Hunters, our cause—and he’ll give you the outcome you desire and will desire. What do you think? Tempting?” Very. Yanqing thinks for a moment.

The current desire, and the future desire he may have…there was an obvious difference, that was for sure. Perhaps he’ll indulge—after all, the Stellaron Hunters do indeed have good benefits. Kafka, in his old timeline, was already a hard opponent to catch, let alone defeat. He knows nothing if Silver Wolf, the other Stellaron Hunter, was on board with this team yet, but her hacking skills were pretty legendary.

And there was no need for Yanqing to worry about Blade, since Yingxing was still alive. The only thing he needs to worry about now, is that no one breaks the changes he placed within the ranks of the Xianzhou Luofu.

He agrees to the deal. Kafka smiles.

“Great. Well, do tell me your name—and show me around, would you?” She smiles. “I’m afraid sightseeing is one in a thousand chances for me nowadays—there’s never enough time to look around.”

“....Yanqing.” His voice was a little hoarse—lack of use. He drinks some of his Immortal’s Delight. “I’ll show you Starskiff Central Haven first.” Kafka smiles a little wider

“I’m sure you’ll find me a good companion, Little Yan Yan.”

Ghost Rebel Notes: As I post this now, I just want to let you know that the original creator (a vivid dreamer) of this idea made a comic with a MUCH better impression of Kafka—I highly recommend you check it out!

As I am writing these notes now, there is a very high chance that I will not be posting a "part 2" to this oneshot, so if you want a continuation, I'm sorry—I won't be doing so.

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002: enter the nymphs at versailles...

NOTE: initially, this post that was supposed to come out earlier, but i’ve been struggling with unstable internet connection for a while. so the vice housewardens version is here now. thanks to everyone that tuned in on the original post about the housewardens! this is also a small celebration of the official release of one of my favorite aurora songs, and an opportunity to use this stunning card of jamil. please keep in mind that these are personal thoughts on the matter at hand.

❲ ⌕ ❳︙piece contents: twisted wonderland. dancing. quick and dump-y. ortho’s part is, obviously, platonic. possible spelling errors. nothing very explicit, but let me know if you spot anything! ❲ ⌕ ❳︙word count: a bit over 900. ❲ ⌕ ❳︙song recommendation: aurora — a potion for love. ❲ ⌕ ❳︙pinned blog post.

HOW LIKELY ARE THE VICE HOUSEWARDENS TO SLOW DANCE, FROM FIRST TO LAST, IN MY OPINION? ANOTHER QUICK-N-SILLY ANALYSIS.

rook is either following his housewarden’s footsteps or indulging a scrumptious desire of his own. but his spirit of elegance and willingness aren’t to be taken lightly, and between foreign tongues of everythings and nothings, he’s a pleasant, considerate companion. expect his poetic ramblings to accompany your dancing steps for the night. the way he writes out your name in shapes that feign words of artistry directed to his beloved, you, is nothing short of endearing, albeit a little bit insatiable. but he means well. he keeps a reasonable distance between the two of you, hand not too high or too low. he had studied the ways of the ballroom, much like all of pomefiore.

as for jade, what would make it difficult to keep up with him, if not his height? nevertheless, he’s got to be the most well-mannered gentleman to walk on two legs, and maybe azul would side-eye him for it. jade is truly attentive to your footing, he would rather follow you than pose difficulty in being followed. it’s hard to picture him with a particular desired partner in mind when it comes to slow dancing, but he’ll courteously respond when asked to it. maybe he’ll tip his fedora for dramatic value, who knows? although i hope he won’t. i believe he’d be able to replicate a faux feeling of romance as well, but he’d probably be bested by rook’s ingenuity in this category.

trey, oh, i love him so. i believe he oscillates between someone who’ll take you to dance when you’re left behind on the sidelines because he’s that nice, and someone who’ll play his cards right as not to give you room to rest at all for the night. after all, you’re very dear to him. he talks to you and asks questions, perhaps revealing a desire to know you more intimately, using this limital waltz as a pretext. your words and smiles collide, which inevitably leads to tripping over feet here and there, but you laugh it off as no big deal. trey just hopes he didn’t happen to break rule six-hundred-something that forbids him from taking things lightly when the wind goes north-east at night.

jamil? i think this one might take some convincing. i believe that he’d need to know someone like the back of his hand if he wants to indulge them. that, or he has honed his dancing skills to perfection, and his modesty comes out to play. however, he can’t help diving into the waves of your voice when you call his name, signaling him to come closer; the call he had hoped for. when you lean your head on his shoulder, entranced in what would seem to be a lifelong waltz, he hopes he could take you to the sands of scarabia one of these days, to replicate this renaissant imagery of the two of you, immortalizing it. but he knows he probably won’t hear the end of kalim’s excited exclamation about how you and jamil should get married in the future.

lilia would be thrilled to dance with you! ...but he’s probably not that great at it. for someone who’s been alive for as long as him, he could be seen as some sort of jack-of-all-trades, yes. it’s just that he had concentrated on plenty of things, such as raising dragon children, but slow-dancing is not one of them. he’s eager to learn, though, and diasomnia, as sinister as it is, has plenty of halls to get chased down in some rococo ball gown. i picture lilia to be a quick learner, but he would perhaps be worried about inconveniencing you. after all, he’s an overseer, so being concerned with others comes naturally to him. nevertheless, he’ll think his thoughts and feel his feelings. there’s no room for being uptight in the world you and lilia share.

do you think ortho is familiar with the concept of slow dancing? no matter, he’ll look it up! he’ll go up to idia for a proper overview afterwards, but obviously, he’ll be faced with answers such as “something performed by normies” or “an useless yet overrated biped skill”, you know, things of the like. but then, he comes to you for a proper proper overview! when you break down the act in child-like terms, ortho extracts the fact that slow dancing is performed by two individuals who like one another. when he requests a demonstration and you realize that his mechanical body is in the way, it doesn’t stop you from clasping his fragile wrists into your hands for a few harmless twists and twirls to which he enthusiastically floats in response. ortho deserves to experience human goodness as much as his friends on campus.

ruggie is, unfortunately, at the bottom of this list. i don’t see him as someone with the skill or interest in slow dancing, but hey, he won’t necessarily turn you down if you ask. however, he’s willing to bargain, implying that he gets a reward for the trouble. in a way, he’s like leona; despite all the competition, there’s specific things that’ll push his buttons. propose a full meal in exchange for this damned dance, and he’ll wipe the floors with everybody. after all, you can’t have a good party without someone on the floor. however, the enjoyment in your expression as well as body language when you two lock eyes in the act of dancing is... almost gratifying. oh, he likes you. he considers being the one who initiates the dancing next time, or perhaps all other upcoming times. who knows?

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #rook hunt #rook x reader #jade leech #jade x reader #trey clover #trey x reader #jamil viper #jamil x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie x reader #ortho shroud #❲⌕❳ mazedotcom.

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Strauss and Andrei - an elaboration

In a previous post I said I might make a post about why I see them as a plausible couple. I'm doing that now; cut for long text and inevitable spoilers.

This would be a very slow burn. I know Strauss wouldn't even consider it as things stand during the game. He's too responsible to have anything at all to do with an enemy. Only if Andrei stops being an enemy and there are no reasons for him to consider this a conflict of interest would he even allow himself to give this a second thought. The whole thing started because I was trying to find ways to make peace, and I was perhaps a little too successful.

For now, I'll start from a ways off, with more general thoughts of what they could be to each other.

I imagine both of them are newly come to not only Los Angeles but the whole continent. I imagine they would be around the same age - I imagine Strauss is older by a century or two, but the same order of magnitude - and that they heard about each other all the time while in Europe, and that while they may not have met, they were aware of each other as a sort of background knowledge; different country, to be sure, but I also hear about important things happening in other countries, and besides, they are vampires, there's less of those than of humans to hear about. Now that they are in L.A., there are a lot of events that only the two of them personally remember, and there is something almost comforting about the thought of the other, something home-like, no matter if they are enemies.

I see both of them as being leaders only because there is nobody better who will do it: Strauss out of a sense of responsibility, simply because he couldn't let LaCroix keep making things worse; and Andrei out of passionate conviction for the cause; both because they think they know what would be best for their own - ultimately for vampires as a whole. But I don't think they are politically ambitious; in a perfect world, I see Andrei as just wanting to dedicate himself to his art, and Strauss similarly to furthering the arcane knowledge of himself and his clan (I believe this is why he said that he doesn't aspire to such lowly heights as being the Prince - there is no greater or more important ambition than arcane knowledge, ruling is just an unpleasant distraction). They can't afford to do this; but at least they understand one another in a way that others perhaps don't, and as far as vampire politics go, they are opposed to one another more on the basis of disagreement and worry that the other sect will do harm to the wellbeing of vampire society than out of personal ambition.

I see them both as polite monsters; polite enough to be able to hold a civil conversation even when they are the most opposed (oh, of course Andrei might keep insulting Strauss' clan, but he just does that as a reflex at this point, like with the PC, and he'd still be willing to talk politely during all that…), and monstrous enough to have little to hold against the other on the basis of morality, which would make them more willing to hear the other out. They do both have principles of their own, but it's still a lot different than trying to argue with, for example, Bach who thinks he's just better at being better on the basis of perceived moral superiority.

I think Andrei is lonely, and he takes it all the harder because he can't at least be alone, he has to be social, since he is a leader now. I think he considers most of the local Sabbat to be intellectually beneath him and not sufficient company; they were turned for the numbers, and it shows. (They are pretty stupid, to be fair… What was their idea with Heather? They have an enemy who is just following orders, not motivated to do any more damage to them than necessary. They kidnap this enemy's ghoul. They could have every opportunity to use her as leverage or just a meat shield; instead they just use her to make their enemy even angrier at them, so that now it's personal… Stellar reasoning.) They may fight on his side, but they can't stand by his side. I think that's why Andrei is enriching the lives of local radio show hosts. He might say it's for intimidation, but I think that won't be completely true. He might say he's too far past his humanity to ever feel lonely, that he's enough for himself and doesn't care about company, but I think that won't be true either. I have always been struck by how he receives the PC after the PC barges into his home; instead of immediately attacking the intruder, he tries to have a conversation about fleshcrafting as an art form. (Sadly, I wasn't given the options of conversation that I would have wanted, but the intent was there on my part.)

But he could see Strauss as his equal. And not only because Strauss is clever enough and old enough to have a comparable depth of experience, but because he's hard to scandalise. I have the impression that Andrei tends to be deliberately dramatic and scandalous about his opinions, not carefully easing into it but rather even overplaying it if he needs to; if he's going to scare someone away, he will do it right away. (I think this is also in part because he's lonely. He isn't willing to pretend to get along, he wouldn't want to get attached, it will just turn out to be for nothing anyway.) And Strauss is hard to scandalise; he's seen too much and done quite a few things himself, he'll at least listen; and as far as minor things go, like casually insulting his clan in between otherwise polite conversation, I expect that he'll shrug it off just like he doesn't protest against the PC saying things like "I'm outta here, Max". I think he has the ability to just internally accept that that's how someone talks, put aside the form and consider the content.

I don't think Strauss is lonely; he, unlike Andrei, would have real companions in his clanmates who are no doubt present in the Chantry off-screen; and besides if he wants to have a conversation with someone who isn't there, he absolutely can, and has even done so on-screen (and we only know this because he was polite enough to say his half out loud for the PC's benefit). What I think he lacks more is an outside opinion he isn't responsible for. I think he has a lot of thoughts that aren't necessarily orthodox, but for example, when it comes to apprentices and just clanmates in general and younger Camarilla vampires in general, he wouldn't consider talking about/thinking aloud about things that might lead them onto a bad path. (And other than a certain cab driver, every vampire in the city is likely to be younger than him - we know he did make a gargoyle after all, so he would already have been capable of doing that at some point before 1497.)

But what if he could somehow befriend Andrei? Andrei is fine, there's no leading Andrei onto a bad path, he already wakes up on one every evening; Strauss would be able to discuss things with him much before he feels comfortable bringing it up to someone he actually feels responsible for. It would help him work things out and decide if it's a thought he can actually stand behind in a more responsible capacity. And he could rely on Andrei to challenge him if he ever leaves any important factor unconsidered; Andrei certainly wouldn't keep quiet about his disagreement just to keep the peace.

I further think that Andrei is someone that Strauss would (eventually) be able to accept love from. Andrei is passionate by nature, so far past his humanity that he doesn't really consider whether his feelings are right anymore, how it is proper to love; his feelings would be big and pure like a child's, with no mawkish sentimentality, but still he's mature, not vulnerable like a child, he can hold his own. Strauss could allow himself to be passionate around him. It takes a stronger fire to light a log than to light paper, but a log also burns stronger once lit. Andrei could light this fire in him.

But how would this ever happen?

I think that Strauss wants peace. He's mostly just worried that the Sabbat will make a mess of the city - an even bigger one than it already is. Not on his watch. But if order could be kept and yet there wouldn't have to be all this fighting, it would be best for everyone, as far as he is concerned. I think he's Camarilla mainly because his clan is, and because he thinks that's how vampires can best coexist, cooperate and remain sustainable. But what if peace could be achieved? Just think how much progress could be made if all that effort didn't have to be spent fighting one another! And how much easier his job would be, too. He would finally even get to concentrate more on the things that matter, like his apprentices and more arcane knowledge.

As for Andrei, I think he's mainly fighting that hard against the Camarilla right now because his chief concern (as he explained himself) was that someone would open the sarcophagus and there would be an Antediluvian who would wake up. He doesn't have all the information, but he sees that that's what LaCroix is working toward. I think as soon as he's reassured that a) LaCroix isn't going to be allowed to open anything, b) nobody else actually wants to open it, and c) if he were to have all the information, it doesn't even sound likely that there's a vampire in there (I wrote a post about this once), his most urgent concerns would be allayed, and he would all at once be much more amenable to discussion. Are the Camarilla the puppets of the Antediluvians? Maybe they are. But for the moment, it looks more like one of them was really stupid and had bad ideas and was unfortunately in a leadership position. At least for the moment, he can maybe at least listen. When Gehenna comes (which he expects can't be far off now), it will be the Sabbat who are prepared to try to hold down the fort; what will become of them if they constantly weaken themselves fighting the Camarilla? Maybe if they didn't have to do that for the time being, maybe if he could even attempt to talk sense into the local Camarilla leadership, it would be for the better.

While I don't want to write a whole entire fic in here, or even detailed headcanons, about how this would come to pass - this post is long enough -, let me quickly describe some thoughts.

I think the PC could be the catalyst of making peace. At least that is how I imagine my role as the PC. Andrei is willing to talk to the PC; and if at first the PC could be kinder to him than the game allows, show genuine interest, discuss flesh art and Sabbat ideologies with him (as I would have wanted), Andrei - who would doubtless enjoy the company - would be much more willing to talk afterward as well, in spite of being opponents. I can easily imagine that the PC (who by this point has plenty of information to suggest that the sarcophagus shouldn't be opened anyway) could then promise Andrei that if Andrei will only stand down and stop antagonising them for the time being, they will personally make sure that LaCroix doesn't open the sarcophagus.

Strauss does value the PC by the time of the Camarilla ending. And Andrei can see that not only did LaCroix not open the sarcophagus, he has been deposed, and wherever the sarcophagus is now, it doesn't seem like any Antediluvians are awakening at the moment; so far, so good. So I don't think it's a far reach to consider that at this point, with the PC's help, both of them would be more amenable to discussion.

I imagine this would take many diplomatic meetings between Andrei and Strauss, as they discuss a ceasefire, then gradually negotiate for the terms of a (first very fragile) peace.

At first they would both be extremely tense, and with good reason. They don't jump at each other's throats, but they both half expect the other to. But they gradually loosen up more and more. Their values are discussed, the better to understand what agreements would be acceptable to both of them. Points brought up turn into debate, and debate is good to have, it means they seriously engage with each other's opinions. Over time, it starts sounding more and more like friends who enjoy having a good thorough discussion about things that are important to them and that they disagree about.

At first, they both are accompanied by some sort of bodyguards; not simply to keep the other from assassinating them, but to keep it from being worth it. (If neither of them comes alone, then it won't be an assassination attempt, it will be a fight, and a fight is what we are trying not to have, so then what would be the point?) With time, there will be less of the bodyguards, and then there's no security detail anymore, they just simply meet.

The meetings happen on neutral ground at first. But that's really inconvenient. One has to make sure there won't be any humans or other interference, and it's hard. But gradually they stop being that cautious. Strauss is the one visiting Andrei first; he's the one who has a reason to believe that if he counts as a guest, Andrei will not try to do him harm. The Chantry is a strange space to begin with, and nobody trusts the Tremere, Andrei especially not, so it will be a while before he starts returning the visits; by that time there is a level of trust between them.

Andrei would gradually come to realise he likes Strauss. That's fine though, he decides: if he can win Strauss' heart, Strauss will then surely be on his side, and then he will not only have gained the city, but also a strong ally who knows many secrets. And if he's going to do that, he has to be honest in his intentions of seducing him; he really has to like him, he can't just pretend. Strauss would know if he was pretending. So he decides he's being a good Sabbat leader by falling in love with Strauss.

When Andrei tries to approach romantically though, Strauss admits that he's become important to him, but says right away that he won't forsake his duty over this; it would be irresponsible of him to entertain these feelings, and even though things have calmed down, while they are still enemies, he won't.

Andrei finds that a respectable position to take, and while at first he feels hurt and angry (isn't his love worth more than the Camarilla?), in the end he actually likes and respects Strauss more for standing by his values, even though he definitely doesn't give up courting him and tries to convince him not to deny himself.

But eventually, with much time and work, the peace is solidified; and when it is, Strauss will allow himself to accept Andrei's love. They will move very slowly, as slowly as he needs, but they have all the time in the world now.

I think they won't share a home though, not even in the end. Strauss belongs in the Chantry; Andrei has to have his flesh house to decorate and work on. But they visit each other and spend a lot of time together.

And I imagine that they will be happy.

Because I love them, and I want them to be.

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