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rein-ette · 3 years

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Artie HC cuz even when my brain empty he takes up 60% of it

So I wrote like a 3 paragraphs before I realized I have to premise this with a couple things:

WHY DONT WE CALL ARTIE'S RELATIONSHIPS FOR WHAT THEY ARE. He has friends. He has acquaintances. He has lovers, and kids, and colleagues. Who falls into each category is obviously up to personal interpretation and changes over time, but can we pleaaaaaseeeeee stop pretending Arthur doesn't have friends and that his world is, like, just divided into "me" and "hostile beings".

Okay, having said that, these are the people who I believe fall into each group in 2021:

1. Close Friend Circle: (their relationships are complex, but they're friends, they are, ik arthur has problems with denial but we can call it for what it is) France, Spain, Port, Prussia, Belgium, Ned, Belgium, sometimes Denmark, also Hungary and Austria but they're not really close with artie so much as close with others in the group

2. Personal Friends (they're close with Arthur, but they don't share the same social circles): Norway, Japan, Malta (< so done with Arthur's shit but they frends), India (they were closer before...u kno), former states like Hessen, Saxony, Hanover

3. "Kid"-Friends: Alfred, Matthew

4. Mostly just kids: Zee, Aus, Singapore, HK, Seychelles, etc etc etc etc i can't list everyone

5. My Friend's Kids So I Share Some Responsibility and Can't Bully Them: Brazil, Macau, pr much all Portugal's other former colonies, and Ludwig.

6. Everyone Else: some shade between "i dunno you" to "i wish i didn't know you"

oKiE now the actual hc lol

Arthur's demeanor changes when he's interacting with nations younger than him (groups 3-5) versus his close friends in Europe. This isn't noticeable at meetings or situations where both are present, such as G7 meetings, because he just defaults to factory settings. But it is more pronounced when he's alone with either group. When alone with his kids/younger nations he feels some sort of kinship towards, he's more patient, calm, even tolerant. He's more likely to roll his eyes and brush things off, or let them get away with teasing with a half-hearted glare or a raised eyebrow. He's also quieter, content to listen to the kids chatter while he does something else or just zones out.

However, with Europeans -- especially countries that are considerably older than him like France, Portugal, Spain, Denmark, German states etc. --- he pulls out all the bratty stops. He's a lot snarkier, mischevious, even whiny if he feels really comfortable with the person. He's also more tolerant of physical contact and possessive gestures. For example, if he's with Mattie, Zee and Aus and Alfred puts an arm around his shoulder, he'll shrug it off. If someone tries to tease him about a romantic relationships at a Commonwealth meeting, he'll pretend he didn't hear them. But in the dinner parties after EU meetings, when its just him and the gang, he'll let Francis drape himself all over him, let Bella whisper in his ear, will even curl up with Port on the couch out of his own volition. Even with people like Denmark, Spain, Ned, or Prussia, he's more likely to slap/punch them playfully or go along with flirtatious jokes whereas he normally wouldn't touch them on his own initiative.

This comes as a surprise to a lot of Artie's kids, especially the ones who haven't seen him interact with the European nations on a personal level (mattie, having spent quite a bit of time shadowing Arthur in the 19th-20th centuries, is less surprised). And this is no coincidence. I hc that Arthur tried very damn hard to keep the two spheres of his life (his empire vs other empires) separate, to the point where in his old Victorian estate he would make sure the kids only stayed and played in the West wing while he recieved guests in the East wing, and no one was allowed to go to the other side of the house unless otherwise given permission. Of course nowadays they know that their dad brought lovers home and had some *interesting* relationships, but even when the sex part of diplomacy became normalized for ppl like Al or Matt, they still wouldn't often see Arthur be affectionate or accept affection from anyone, platonic or otherwise. In fact his kids probably knew more about the people Arthur hated than the people who loved him, because the closer he was with someone the more obsessive Arthur was about keeping them away from his kids and never talking about them. This probably stemmed from a semi-conscious fear that if the two worlds ever mixed one person might have too many cards to play against Arthur, ex. Port close with him and with his kids? = dangerous; Mattie being an sweet little baby angel but also knowing all his dirt? = danGerouS (he ended up knowing anyways). And was he wrong? The Alfred-Francis combo f*ckin ruined him, so. Some precedent there, for sure.

But yeah, because of that compartimentalization now when Arthur's kids happen to see him pull out the impish smirk or whiny pout with his friends, which is still exceedingly rare, they react with varying levels of shock plus anything from mild disgust to awww uwu.

From the other perspective, I think a lot of England's friends are still surprised by how gentle he is with his kids when he's not angry with them. I don't think countries like Spain, Ned or France had very loving relationships with their colonies at all -- it was mostly a cold distance or calculated affection. Of course Arthur was also far more strict in the 19th century, but even so there's an undercurrent of tenderness that, except for Port, I don't think the other European powers managed to create to the same extent.

#kids #hws england #my hcs #note that when I say arthur's kids i dont mean all of the former british empire #cuz yeah most of them weren't his kids they were grudging political allies at best #and ofc that relationship was different and Artie was often Not Nice #i think ab arthur being a brat more often than i shd #but he DOES have very strong older sibling and younger sibling vibes #which i think is kinda rare?#RAREST Arthur tho like absolute Collector's Edition is when he's completely enchanted by something and becomes so boyishly #unironically #excited #like i often think about the scene in Howl's Moving Castle where Howl shows Sophie the garden #that kinda mood #best arthur tbh

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brelione · 4 years

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Three Rules (JJ Maybank X Reader)

Warnings:Smut,Angst,JJ low key getting his heart broken,ends in fluff because sad JJ makes me sad.Not really edited because im lazy :)

JJ sat on a rock far away from the large group of people as they danced to loud,shitty music.He had been hoping that you would show up.It had been a month since he had seen you last.It had been a month since he had ruined everything you two had.Or, in better words,what he thought you had.He knew how much you loved boneyard parties because you loved people watching.You had always sat on this rock to sort everyone into groups in your head.He hadnt noticed that until you had gone to at least eight parties.You’d always disappear but he figured you were talking to someone in the ocean of people or had just gone back to the house.He had come over to you with his red solo cup in his hand to ask what you were doing.That’s when he learned about your hobby.You had pointed people out to him and asked him who in the crowd he would want to switch lives with for the day.He had just pointed to a random guy to satisfy you.That had been the night that your little ‘relationship’ had started.That had been almost a year ago.He watched as you walked down the sandy hill.Your hair was half up half down,you were wearing tight white jeans and a mustard yellow crop top.You looked so effortlessly beautiful in a way he could never understand.

Kie had quickly separated herself from the crowd as she ran towards you to hug you tight.You hugged back,laughing as you exclaimed that she was crushing you.Pope didnt take long to join in,next in line to hug you.JJ bit down on his bottom lip,wishing he could hug you.You wouldnt be happy to see him and he knew that but its not like you could scream at him in front of the others. “God,(Y/N)!Where have you been for like the last month?Ive tried calling you but you didnt answer.”Kiara frowned.You shrugged. “Ive been really busy and then my phone decided to crash and I dont have the money to fix it.”you answered.Pope frowned,JJ walking up behind him.You sent him a quick glare,covering it up with a grin as you continued to speak to Kiara. “Hey,(Y/N).Can I talk to you real quick?”JJ asked,holding his breath unknowingly.Your eyes darkened and he didnt miss the way your fists clenched. “Sure.I’ll be right back.”You told Kie,walking past Pope and giving him a quick fist bump.You didnt get hostile until you were away from your other friends.You and JJ walked out of sight closer to the large mount of rocks and washed up lobster traps. “What do you want,JJ?”You asked,glaring up at the blond.He gulped,looking down at his feet.

“How do I fix this?”He asked.You rolled your eyes,laughing quietly to yourself. “You cant,JJ.You messed up our deal and then you fucked up my feelings and lied to me and you cant change any of it.”You sighed,looking up at him.He shook his head,biting his tongue. “I never lied to you!I’ve lied so much but I have never ever lied to you.”He almost shouted.You shook your head. “You’re lying right now.I dont get you,JJ.You broke every single rule and now you’re mad at me for it.Its been a month,why cant you just move on?”You asked.He shook his head. “You know why.”He answered.You went to walk away but he grabbed your hand,making you turn around.It brought you back to a month ago when he had broken the final rule.There had only been three.Why was it so difficult for him to not do three things?Ten months back you two started a whole friends with benefits kind of thing.JJ had mentioned how he had been looking for a nightly fuck and it kind of just happened.You two had both agreed it would be a lot safer to not hook up with random people and let them find out where John.B lived so you ended up just become eachothers nightly hookup.

You had made a set of rules.Just the three.Rule One:No Marks That Anyone Else Could See.He had broken that rule only two months in when he left six dark hickies along your neck and even more across your chest.You had woken up the next morning and looked in the mirror to see the dark purple marks that covered your body. “What the fuck,J?No noticable marks,remember?”You huffed.He turned to look at you,a grin on his face. “Well that sucks for you,princess.”He smiled up at you.You rolled your eyes,straddling him.He looked up at you with a sleepy yet confused expression.You smirked before leaning down and sucking hickeys up and down his chest.He didnt fight it,instead telling you that you missed a spot.You found it funny that the others hadnt managed to connect the dots.

The Second Rule was Not To Go To Eachothers Houses.This shouldve been common sense because of how loud JJ was and how small your house was.His house was too chaotic and dangerous as well.He had broken that rule five months in when he had climbed in your window in the middle of the night and shook you awake gently.You had been startled,obviously and ended up grabbing him by the neck and rolling on top of him. “Geez,(Y/N),didnt take you for the kinky type.”He grinned.You face palmed,laying back down on your bed. “What the fuck,JJ?Its like three in the morning.”You whisper shouted.He smirked,leaning down over you. “Yeah,but im horny and you werent around.”He spoke,his knees on either side of your hips.You sat up under him. “You’re not supposed to come to my house,JJ.”You reminded him.He frowned. “I know but im horny and I need help.”He reached for your hand and placed it over where he wanted it most.You sighed,leaning forward so your forehead was against his. “JJ,my parents are literally across the hall.”You told him.He nodded,leaning down to kiss you. “So just be quiet.”He instructed you.You bit your lip,nodding.He started off gentle,leaving feather like kisses on your lips and neck.He often got rough with you,not afraid of pinning your hands over your head or trying different positions.But this time he was surprisingly gentle.

He unbuttoned the oversized shirt you wore to bed,kissing your collarbones and sucking on your nipples.You let a moan slip out,causing him to hold his hand over your mouth.He licked a stripe up your neck,leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Bite my hand if you want me to stop,understand?”He asked.You nodded.He left hickeys along your stomach before tugging down your boy short underwear.He grinned at the small wet spot in them before tossing them onto the floor.He licked a stripe between your folds after kissing your inner thighs gently.You let out a small moan that was muffled by his hand.He put a finger in you,pumping slowly and only being fueled by the noises coming out of you.He put in another finger,pumping the two fingers into you at a hellish pace.Your eyebrows furrowed,eyes clenching shut as the bubble in your stomach grew before releasing itself all over him.He grinned,slurping it all up. “You want more,princess?”He asked.You nodded weakly,making him grin.He pulled down his shorts to reveal that he wasnt even wearing underwear.

He slowly slid into you,jaw dropping as he did so.You quickly reached your hand up to cover his mouth.He lowered his head and buried his face in the crook of your neck as he began to pound into you.He went hard and fast,making you reach your high again.He bit your neck lightly and let out a small moan that was muffled by your skin.Your hands went to his back and under the shirt that he was still wearing,your fingernails digging into his skin.He eventually collapsed on top of you,a panting and sweating mess.He pulled out of you,grabbing a tissue and cleaning you off.You pulled him close to you,pulling him down on the bed to hug him for a few moments.You always loved hugs for a reason he couldnt really understand.

The Third Rule was to not catch feelings.He had broken that the first day that the ‘relationship’ began but he hadnt admitted to it until a month ago.You two had just finished,laying next to eachother on the guest bed.He had pulled on his boxers,watching as you got dressed and pulled your hair up into a ponytail.You caught him staring,turning to look at him and raising your eyebrows in confusion. “What?”You asked.He shrugged,pulling the sheet over himself while still staring at you.You fixed your chain,still staring at him.You sighed,walking over to him and sitting down on the bed. “Somethings up with you.”You observed.He shook his head,avoiding your gaze.You rolled your eyes,sitting on top of him so he was forced to look at you. “What’s up,J?”You asked.He sighed,looking up at you with a certain look in his eye.It wasnt lust or anger...it was something that you had never seen before. “How do you even know something is up?”He asked.You shrugged.

“You’ve been fucking me different lately.”You answered,combing his hair with your fingers.He furrowed his eyebrows. “Is that bad?”He asked.You shook your head,grinning. “No,just different.Now stop changing the subject.”You insisted,hoping he’d finally tell you what was on his mind.He let out a small breath as if he was nervous. “Could you maybe...not stare at me.”He mumbled.You frowned,getting off of him and sitting across from him on the mattress. “What is it?”You asked.His heart was beating quickly,blinking hard.His mouth opened as he struggled to form words. “I just...I dont know if i should be doing this anymore.”He answered,not looking at you.You pouted. “Doing what?”You asked.He sighed,looking up at you. “Us,I mean.I’ve broken all the rules and i just dont think I can handle it anymore.”He answered,waiting for you to answer.You stared down at your lap,trying to make sense of what he had just said to you.You shook your head,realizing what he was saying. “JJ-you havent broken all the rules.Not all of them,right?”You asked,hands shaking.He bit his lip,glancing at you before looking away.

“How am I not supposed to have feelings for you when you fuck me like this?How can you expect me not to fall for you when you moan so loud and talk dirty to me and-god,I didnt mean too.”he sighed,holding his head in his hands.You shook your head,not believing it. “Bullshit,JJ.What’s actually going on?”You asked,hoping this was a sick joke.JJ knew how scared you were of love and how repulsed you were by the idea of someone loving you in such a way.He knew that yet he still decided to fuck with your feelings and joke like this.He looked directly at you. “Im in love with you, (Y/N).”He admitted.This wasnt going how he had always hoped it would.Kiara had made the group watch plenty of cheesy romance movies where the guy confessed his undying love for the quirky girl and she loved him too and they’d kiss and live happily ever after.He knew that wasnt going to happen but he had still hoped that maybe just maybe you’d smile and tell him you liked him as well or at least let im down gently.But no,you were staring at him completely horrified.

“What the fuck,JJ?”You asked,angry.He just stared at you,nails digging into his palms. “I-I dont know what you want me to do about it.”He whispered,dumb founded.You bit your lip,looking at him as your eyebrows casted shadows over your irises. “Just stop.”You answered before standing up and walking out the door.He didnt try to stop you,instead just staring at the door after you left.He had tried texting and calling when you hadnt come around to the Chateau in a week.Kiara had tried but you didnt answer her either.John.B and the others had even drove to your house in the van but your mother had answered the door and told them that you were out.He had missed you so much.He had even tried going to your house in the middle of the night and knocking on your window.You hadnt opened the window or even woken up.He had seen you at the beach once on an early morning.He had immediately run up to you. “God,I thought you were dead.Where have you been?”He asked.You rolled your eyes. “Im so sorry if I dont wanna be around your lying manipulative ass.”You grumbled,attempting to walk away when he grabbed your hand.

JJ looked down at you,hand still holding yours. “Please,just give me a chance.Just let me love you.”He whispered.You pulled your hand from his grip,swallowing. “You dont love me.I dont know what youre feeling but I want nothing to do with it.”You spoke bitterly.He shook his head. “At least just be my friend again.Please,I need you in my life.Dont even do it for me,do it for the others.We’re all falling apart without you around.Kie is just depressed all the time and Pope has been trying to tell me about science shit and we need you back.Please,please,ill leave you alone if thats what you want but I just need you around again.”He begged.You nodded slowly. “Okay.But if you ever bring this whole thing up it’s all over,alright?”You asked.He nodded,eyes becoming glassy.It hurt to see but you werent sure what to do.You felt bad,of course,but there was nothing you could do about this.

You got a weird little shaking feeling in your stomach when he was near you but you didnt know what that meant.It couldnt mean that you liked him because he just wasnt the type of person that you should like. “Dont start crying right now.Dont you dare do it-I will drown you.”You threatened him.He sniffled,glancing away from you.You grinned. “You just started a war.”You grinned,dragging him to the water.He tried to fight you,a few tears slipping out.You splashed him,making him laugh before rubbing at his eyes.He splashed you back with only half of his effort,making you roll your eyes.You cupped your hands,throwing water at him.He scoffed,tackling you into the cold water.You laughed,flipping him over and splashing water into his hair.He sat up under you,laughing.His laughter stopped as he noticed the position he was currently in. “What?”You asked.He glanced down and then back up at you.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a pussy.”You sighed,climbing off of him and sitting in the water.He sighed,looking up at you. “We should go back so you can catch up with Kie and Pope.”He suggested,hoping you’d stay for a little longer anyways.You shook your head. “I think we should catch up.”You told him.He nodded,sitting up straight next to you as the waves smacked onto your thighs.You were both silent,the only noise being the constant smacking of the waves and distant music. “So….what do you want to talk about?”He asked.You sighed,leaning back on your elbows. “Id ask how youve been but uh….I think I already know.So….hows your dad been?”You asked,holding your breath.He shrugged. “You know,he’s just him.I’ve been staying at John.B’s.How...how has your mom been?”He asked.You sighed,brushing your hair away from your face.

“Well,her and dad still argue and shit.They broke the window last week so that sucks but its fine.What have you been doing?”You asked.He wanted to be honest with you but he was embarrassed.He had smoked three times the amount of weed he usually did,went days without showering and had pulled a good 12 all nighters in one month.But he couldnt lie to you.Not when he had hurt you once. “Well,you know,the usual.Lots of weed,lots of beer,lost of surfing.”He answered.You nodded,laying down in the sand and closing your eyes. “That sounds nice.I’ve just been painting and swimming and thats pretty much it.Ive missed you guys,not gonna lie.”You admitted.He frowned,wanting nothing more than to wrap his arm around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder. “Then why wouldnt you come around?You werent that mad,were you?”He asked.You sighed,opening your eyes to look at him.

“I dont think im as mad as I am scared.”You answered.He bit his lip,nodding. “I just...I dont get why you’re scared.I just dont get what about love is so scary.”He hoped you wouldnt get up and walk away.You stared up at the dark sky,letting out a loud,dramatic breath. “I just dont like the idea of it,okay?You know I hate it and that I want nothing to do with it.You know that.”You answered,your voice dripping venom.It sounded just like it had that time you scolded him for stealing from an independent business.You had been so pissed off.He nodded. “No,no,I know.I just want to know why you hate it so much.”He tried to form his questions into words.You grumbled something under your breath,sitting up. “Because if I fall in love I dont want to be the only one falling!The universe does this thing where it makes you fall for someone thats way too perfect and then of course they dont fall for you and you’re just stuck!”You exclaimed.JJ chuckled,looking away from you.

You had just explained his exact situation without meaning too. “Tell me about it.”He sighed.Your eyebrows furrowed,jaw dropping a bit when you realized what you had just said. “JJ-shit.Fuck,dude.”You whispered.He grinned sadly at you,his eyes having that same expression they had had that day he had first confessed to you. “Yeah,I get why you dont want this.It really sucks.”He laughed half heartedly.You sighed,looking up at him. “What does it feel like?”You asked him.He gulped,trying to ignore how close you were.Your body was practically pressed up against him.He was tempted to reach out and twirl your chain between his fingers. “Um...well its like just kind of wanting.Just like wanting things like when you see someone you just want to hug them and appreciate them and you just want them to be happy even if they arent with you.And-and you get this feeling in your stomach like when you drink so much and get all giggly.”He answered.He felt you inch closer,one of your arms wrapping around his torso as you rested your head under his chin.

He didnt really understand what you were doing but he wanted you to be comfortable around him.He tried his best not to act strange,wrapping an arm around your waist in a half hug. “JJ.”You mumbled. “Yeah?”He asked. “I think...I dont know.I think I might be in love with you.”You sighed,waiting for him to say something.His mind went completely blank,trying to think of what to say to you. “Umm...okay.Okay.So...so...what do we do now?”He asked.You shrugged,kissing his cheek lightly. “I have no idea.”You answered.He kissed your forehead,looking down at you.He leaned down slowly,giving you the time to pull away.You didnt,kissing him gently.It was different from the kisses you had shared before.This one was innocent and gentle,ending with a hug. “We should go back to the others now.”You spoke quietly.He nodded,helping you up and holding your hand for as long as he could.

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geoconsult · 3 years

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tell me about your view on zhongli and each of his old godly pals ! guizhong, havria, osial and azhdaha (or any of those four if you dont wanna do all of them)

SLAMS MY HANDS DOWN I have so many feelings about Zhongli’s past relationships that stem into current ones and I think all of them are neat and I’ll die in hell for all of them!

I’ll start with the most important one to Zhongli In particular: Guizhong.

Morax (named Zhongli I want to assume inspired by her name) and Guizhong are so very important because Guizhong was the first god that wasn’t an adeptus that showed Zhongli how to be kind and sympathetic towards humanity. Before, there are a couple of depictions on Morax being ruthless and how many were terrified of his power before the archon war- but Guizhong always seemed to get through to him and even taught him many things he now knows! It was so very important, the two of them were best friends and the fact that Morax REVERED her is an understatement on how much he truly respected and admired her.

She had him laugh, she had him feel, and the both of them understood each other unlike any other human, god, or adepti. Morax in the end honored her promise from her passing to the current present, for 3,000 years, and if that isn’t powerful enough then I don’t know what is.

My friend Lime convinced me that because of Guizhong, that Morax could understand the pains of what humanity had to go through, and potentially perhaps even felt love for her. Of course that can be a stretch but I’ll die on this hill for the both of them, Morax doesnt show his true self a lot but god he cared enough to take the people of guili plains into his own hands after her passing and I cry every time I think of how much it pains him to remember her and her not being around anymore since the archon war broke everything :^(

Next is: Harvia

I don’t think Morax knew Harvia personally but he did recognize her as a god before and during the archon war. He doesn’t seem to mind her, In my opinion. I actually don’t think he would’ve wanted to harm her since he (and guizhong) were busy with far stronger gods than her.

I feel that in the end, he regretted not being able to do anything for her when she was betrayed, which is why when he and the traveler went into Sal Tarrae, he opted to unite her precious treasure with the overlord of the vortex.

I think they would’ve gotten along even though he was busy defending the people of Liyue, but I think he also noted how people are towards Gods and that he foresaw that happening to him at some point in the future if he did not act with the traveler conveniently there.

Next is: Osial

Osial and Morax are really interesting because based on the story on how Morax defended Liyue, it sounded like Osial was egging Morax on. As if challenging him if he really wanted to protect the people of Liyue or not, and Zhongli did state that he and Osial were somewhat rivals and wasn’t entirely angry with him.

So I assume it’s the relationship between Gods and monsters, where Osial DIDNT want Morax on the side of humans and felt betrayed, but Morax’s contract with Liyue wouldn’t budge until a thousand more years later.

I don’t know if there is anything Morax can say or do to appease Osial after sealing him, but I do know that he purposefully didn’t kill him, either.

In a way, Morax probably didn’t want to destroy him? But also did not want Osial to become corrupted any further, hence sealing him off was the best choice compared to destroying Osial.

It’s definitely complicated, since Osial has every right to be angry and wrathful at Morax. One things for certain, and it’s that I don’t think Morax would like it if Osial was used to create a mechanized god.

Lastly: Azhdaha

Lastly, Morax’s long lost friend. It’s very bittersweet since Morax allowed Azhdaha to see and come to the surface- perhaps not so much pitying him as much as yearning for a companion.

Despite Azhdaha’s erosion clouding his mind and forgetting his deeds alongside Morax, Morax himself would still think of Azhdaha as a friend- but won’t hesitate to put him back in the seal when he is thundering around.

My guess is that he doesn’t want anyone messing with his seal because he doesn’t want Azhdaha destroyed entirely either- but also does not want Liyue to become a ruin either. It’s a hard and necessary decision for him to take, but god I wish Zhongli could have had more time to talk with Azhdaha in the end. It really was nice seeing him see an old friend who would approach him without hostility.

Me holding them all, I just wish they all could get a happy ending :^(

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thechangeling · 4 years

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For better or worse, I am alive.

So basically my brain is being a jerk again and making me suicidal. So I decided to repost this.

Set after QOAAD.

Sometimes mornings just hurt.

Kit had no explanation as to why.

There were just days when he opened his eyes and the burden of the day ahead was simply too much to bare.

Today was one of those days.

I'll just sleep for a few more minutes. I just need a little more time. Just a little longer.

Then five minutes would become ten and ten became twenty and suddenly a whole hour had gone by. The heaviness in his heart growing by the second.

Expectations hurt.

Like the way Tessa looked at him sometimes with a glowing smile. Like she was seeing someone else through him. Caught up in her own fond memories. Wanting him to be like the Herondales she lost.

Be brave and strong. Be the perfect warrior like Jace or a hero like Will. Everyone's counting on you. Don't be weak.

Don't be weak.

Herondales weren't weak.

Kit wished he didn't view his feelings as a weakness. He wished he could give himself the same love and empathy he felt for Ty.

But he just couldn't.

Logically he knew that just like Ty's autism, his feelings which seemed to be symptoms of depression, were beyond his control. And yet still he could hear those harsh, jagged words forming in the back of his mind.

Weak. Pathetic. He doesnt love you. He never will.

No one loves you.

It was moments like this when Kit remembered what Julian had said to him about Ty's differences.

There are shadowhunters who can barely get out of bed and there are shadowhunters who find that the words float off the page when they try to read. The clave is aware of these things, but they push these people into the background. They're considered the dregs of the nephilum community. I never wanted that for Ty. They can never know.

The dregs of nephilum community.

No one would have dared to imagine that a Herondale could be one of those people. Different. Not at all falling into their little cooker cutter idea of a perfect angelic warrior.

It was the same kind of thinking that led most people to assume Kit was straight. No he couldn't possibly be "like that".

Fucking small minded babies. All of them.

Memories hurt.

Memories of Ty's smile, his laughter and all his quirks.

Then the memories of Ty raising Livvy from the dead. Pleading with him. Telling Ty that he loved him. He knew it was a bad idea and he knew Ty wouldn't say it back and he knew he was being pathetic and selfish and now he was sinking again.

Kit never really knew what it was like to be loved. He never had a mother growing up and looking back on his relationship with his father, he was almost positive that he had never really loved Kit. At least not the way the Blackthorns loved each other. He shouldn't have let himself crave Ty's love. It would never happen

However, he still let himself hope. Maybe this time things could be different. Maybe this time the pain wouldn't win. But it did. It won in the form of anger. Kit allowed the darkest parts of his mind to transform the heartbreak into anger.

Anger was easier. Anger hurt less then the truth.

I wish I never met you.

A fucking lie.

I love you. I need you. I feel like I'm drowning, I've been drowning my whole life and you're the only thing that makes it better. Things don't hurt as much when you look at me. I'm sorry I know you're dealing with a lot but I need to talk to you. I need to talk to someone.

No. He could never say any of that. He couldn't tell anyone.

Kit rolled over in bed and checked the clock on his nightstand.

3pm. Jesus christ.

Pathetic. Worthless.

Kit squeezed his eyes shut and put a pillow over his head.

I can't do it. I can't do anything.

A knock on his bedroom door jolted him out of his thoughts. "Kit?" Tessa called apprehensively, "Are you alright?"

She didn't sound angry or even exasperated.

She sounds worried.

Worry. Pitty.

These were things worse then hostility. It made everything harder.

"Kit? I'm coming in." The door swung open to reveal a frazzled looking Tessa. Her brown hair had been tossed up in a messy bun and she wore baggy excersise clothes to accommodate her rather large baby bump. Any day now Tessa and Jem would have a child of their own. They probably wouldn't want him around any more.

"Sorry, you didn't answer me" Tessa spoke tentatively, almost as if she was afraid to break him. "Its been one hell of a day. Jem and I are trying to finish the nursery."

Kit looked down avoiding her eyes. "I'm sorry" he breathed out, unable to speak any louder then just above a whisper. It would require too much effort. " I just dont feel well".

I just dont feel well.

I think I'm sick.

These are the phrases Kit kept repeating over and over again. Different ways to tell Tessa how he was feeling without actually telling her.

Tessa sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed beside him. "Ok, but it seems like you haven't been feeling well for awhile now" Tessa explained worridly. "If you need to talk about anything, I'm here." Tessa gave him a comforting smile. Kit was still trying to avoid looking her in the eye.

Why is this so hard? She might understand.

No, She won't. No one will.

Kit could feel his eyes beginning to water. Tessa gently rested a hand on his shoulder. She was biting her lip in contemplation as if deciding what to say.

"Kit listen" she began. " let's say supposedly you had something wrong with your physical health. Maybe a heart defect or a brain tumor or something".

Kit looked up slightly alarmed, "but I dont have a brain tumor?" He cocked his head slightly in confusion.

Tessa looked like she was fighting a smile. "No, but just bear with me here ok?" She pulled her legs up onto the bed so she was sitting crosslegged and then took a deep breath Kit felt the urge to apologize, but instead shook it off. Maybe she wasn't annoyed. Perhaps this was something completely different then Tessa telling him off.

"So, as I was saying" she continued, " if you had something wrong with your physical health you would do your best to seek treatment or talk to a doctor. Right? Or at the very least, you would tell someone".

Kit wasn't sure if he was supposed to answer

"I guess yeah. But I dont get what this has to do with anything" Kit replied hesitantly.

Tessa gently took his hand. " My point is, if you would seek help for a physical problem then why wouldn't you do the same for your mental health?"

Kit inhaled sharply. She wasn't supposed to know. Perhaps he wasn't being as discreet as he thought. His instincts were telling him to deflect or deny it. Do something to make her stop looking at him like that.

But the minute he opened his mouth, he was hit by a wave of lethargy and all that came out was a slow and quiet exhale. Barely noticable to the human ear.

That was all he was capable of managing to defend himself. He was just too tired.

Tessa began to rub slow circles against his back as a comforting gesture. "Hey" she whispered soothingly. "Its gonna be ok. You'll be fine, we can get you help." Kit lifted his lead back up and turned towards Tessa to meet her eyes. " I thought shadowhunters weren't supposed to go to therapy?" Kit asked with a slight hint of hostility. Which he instantly regretted. Tessa remained unfazed and continued to smile at him sympathetically. "Yes well we aren't exactly a part of shadowhunter culture right now, and even if we were, nephilum attitudes towards therapy are something that needs to change as soon as possible." Kit nodded along, behaving almost as if he was in some sort of trance. Not fully processing what Tessa was saying. He could hear her continuing on with her reassurances, making plans and promises. He wanted to be happy someone cared enough to try and help him.

But he just couldn't feel it.

"I dont know" Kit deflected, turning his head away. " I just don't know if it'll help, I feel like nothing I do makes anything better".

Tessa was silent.

Sensing a pause in the conversation, Kit layed back down horizontally on top of the bed. Just talking alone seemed to take a lot out of him. He waited for Tessa to say something but there was only silence.

Silence, and then "you should talk to Will".

Now that defenetly got Kit's attention. He shot back up like a rocket and turned to face Tessa again. At first he thought maybe it was some attempt at humor but she looked deadly serious.

"Talk to Will? How?" Kit asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.

Tessa rolled her eyes fondly while still maintaining a small smile. "Kit, I know you can see ghosts. Every Herondale can. So that means you should also be able to see Will and I think he could help you. He has dealt with feelings like yours before. You could almost say that mental illness might be a bit of a Herondale family trait."

Before Kit could respond. Tessa was standing up. " I need to start thinking about what we're having for dinner later and I need to call Magnus. If you want to talk to either me or Jem, we will be in the living room. But I would reccomend taking my advice." Tessa finished, rolling back her shoulders and shaking out the kinks in her upper back and arms. She started towards the door.

"Wait." Kit called after her. Tessa paused to listen. Kit drew all the strength he had to conjure up a smile. "Thank you."

Tessa returned his smile, "Your welcome sweetheart." Then she turned and disappeared down the hallway.

Kit lay back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He had a feelings things still wouldn't be easy, but for the first time in awhile he was experiencing something besides the empty blackness. Something completely different.

Hope.

#kit x ty #kit herondale #mental health #the dark artifices #tda #mental health acceptance #mood disorder

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dyxnamicart · 5 years

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my stupid highschool oneshot thing

look im not a writer, (I used to be when I was fourteen, haven’t done it since then so ya know, you dont use it you lose it lmao)

Anyways this has been highly requested that I post it, im a bit mad because its not exactly how I wish their dynamic was, I’m not great at writing banter (or anything i’m an artist now plewse) but ya know Also DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of fiction, it in no way reflects real life Dan and Phil (In fact my au switches up their personalities a fair bit) and do not tag them okAY P E O P L E They dont wanna see it and I dont want them to see it (Even if this isnt a particularly shippy piece lmao people are getting very angsty as of late) I also don’t have an editor so sorry for any mistakes Anyway here ya go heathens

Dan didn’t notice the opposing teams jock barrelling towards him, not until his leg had swept under his own, causing him to fly through the air, ball no longer in his possession.

In fact it all flew by in a matter of seconds. Dan didn’t really have time to process exactly what was happening until he felt the shock of pain that travelled up his wrist and down his arm as he landed heavily onto it, crying out as he rolled once or twice before coming to a stop… He couldn’t really tell. There was a whistle blow, but the bustling around him seemed dull in comparison to the loudness of the pain in his wrist.

He hissed as he was righted, pulled up and put steadily on his feet, being ushered to the benches, it only felt like five minutes before the game was back on course, bar Dan to be left on the sides, a few claps on the back from his teammates as he let his head come down from the spinning it was doing.

The nurse on staff did a pretty shoddy job of bandaging, but to her credit she did ask if he wanted an ambulance. If his dad knew an ambulance was called because he hurt his wrist... he didn’t even want to imagine the searing look of disappointment he would receive.

So he just declined.

The game was one of the final ones of the season, they were playing against the local private school, which had a surprisingly amount of suspiciously beefed up kids, though with private school money Dan wasn’t surprised they probably had some ins with the law and extra ‘help’.

He really wanted to play in the final, in fact his coach had even been considering him for the team, not that Dan was amazing at football, but he wasn’t the worst. He was passable at best, probably why his parents weren’t here right now to witness the semi, something he supposes he should be counting his lucky stars for now he had an injury as mediocre as a sprained wrist, but now there was a nagging pull in his gut of his own disappointment.

He waited out the game on the bench, figuring he should at least be there for his team for the results, even with a sprained wrist he didn’t want to run away without at least talking to a few of his mates afterwards.

Phil didn’t see the tumble.

He was perched up in the bleachers, trying to ignore the way the mild and darkening sky had began to stew whipping winds that tore right through the threads in his sweater, by sketching insurmountable things he could see.

He didn’t usually go to games, not only was it not his scene, but he would either end up insanely bored or find his eyes following Dan Howell’s god damn limber body. But this was the semis, and he totally wasn’t here to occasionally glance at a certain panting number 91, he at least wanted to show his support for the school. It wasn’t his fault this game was boring and his sketchbook looked far more inviting.

He only looked up when there was a big murmur and gasps coming from the crowd around him, and he couldn’t see who it was at first, but there was a boy sprawled on the ground.

It didn’t take long to figure out it was Dan, and his eyebrows furrowed deeply, closing his sketchbook and shoving it into his bag. He ended up walking down a few rows in the bleachers, just trying to see if the daft idiot was okay, and he sat down again much closer. The nurse did an awful job at bandaging his hand, he could see that from here, and he would have to fix it after the game. Well.. he didn’t have to, of course, but he figured Howell was too much of an airhead to fix it properly and as much as the other grated on him he at least wanted him to be comfortable.

When it came to the end of the game, Phil’s school lost, and there was a brief celebration for the other school as they paraded off the field, while Dan’s team just huddled around to talk to the coach and then walk to the locker rooms, obviously trying to act casual even if they had essentially just been eliminated from the finals.

Looking around, a lot of the families and students were milling out, many of them disappointed by the outcome of the game.

This was their star team, and there had been a surprisingly large turnout for the event, to have it all end this anticlimactically felt a bit wrong, if he was being honest, even if sports definitely weren’t his thing.

Phil headed down towards the locker rooms, some of the boys were already heading out, chatting and bumping into each other as they walked. Boys were talking, over half of them shirtless. He tried to avoid looking at them, while Phil had come to terms with his sexuality internally, he wasn’t out to his school, despite the obvious digs lots of the jocks and ‘cool kids’ would make. He wasn’t exactly subtle.

Dan hadn’t noticed him, he was sitting on a bench and chatting to a teammate, but some of the boys closer to the entrance had.

“Ay! It’s Danny’s little bitch, what’s new Lester?” A boy Phil knew as Jason laughed, throwing an arm around his shoulders, leaning heavily on him.

Phil grunted, and shoved him off. “I’m not anyone’s bitch. Especially not Howell’s.”

There was an ‘oo’ that rippled through the boys, and it was safe to say that Dan had noticed him. He furrowed his eyebrows, and stood up.

“A teacher told me to help Dan.. carry his stuff with his hand like that.” He faltered off, because that half baked excuse really did make him sound like someone’s bitch. But by this point people were beginning to lose interest and ended up either packing up to leave or going back to chatting amongst themselves about a hot girl or something Phil honestly couldn’t care less about.

Phil walked towards Dan, throwing on a mastered look of indifference and annoyance.

“What are you doing back here?” The brunette sighed deeply, running his good hand through his hair. “As if I don’t already get clowned on enough from seeing you during actual school hours.” He said dryly.

Phil rolled his eyes. “I saw that sad excuse for a nurse ‘wrap’ your hand. I’ve seen children under the age of 4 wrap toilet paper around themselves better.”

Dan groaned as he fell back to his sitting position on the bench. “Good deed Lester huh? You aren’t a guardian angel you know.”

“Are you going to turn down actual help with that wrist, Howell. Seriously.” He dropped his bag on the ground, and knelt down, ignoring the few whistles he got from the people still in the room.

Dan rolled his eyes as he looked down at Phil, arched eyebrow and holding his injured wrist with his hand, like he didn’t trust him. “Fine.” He sighed, setting his hand down on his leg, looking down at Phil with a suspicious and unless he was imagining it, flushed face.

Phil carefully lifted the brunettes injured hand, frowning at the small pang of guilt he felt when Dan hissed in a sharp breath, quiet, as if being a little louder would shatter his reputation in one fell swoop.

By now the locker room had basically emptied out, Dan’s mates sauntered away, hefting their heavy gym bags over their shoulders as their voices echoed down the hallway and slowly faded into the cool night air.

Dan and Phil sat in silence for a few moments as Phil examined the bandage. Dan seemed to relax a little, and he allowed the feeling of calm to wash over them now there was no eyes examining their every move. The indifference and hostility seemed to drain from the air.

He didn’t know if it was the late night game or the lack of people, but he felt as though he was back before highschool, back before their fall out. Before their life became a series of quips and tension seeping into the fond memories he once had for the boy in front of him.

“Why do you play, when you end up hurting yourself like this?” His question was genuine, none of the concealed fire that was usually behind his voice when he talked to Dan.

Phil used his other hand to unroll the bandage. He had seen the first aid kit it came from, the contents being the single bandage, two band aids and a single cotton swab. Not the most ideal for a sport like this, hands on and physical, but their school wasn’t really known for their state of the art resources.

Dan looked unsure of whether or not he should give a witty response or answer seriously. In the end he seemed too exhausted to spit out a clever one liner. So he opted for the truth.

“I don’t know..” Dan huffed a breath out of his nose, like he was out of practice with talking about his emotions. “The guys are cool.. people like a jock you know?” He pauses for a moment, like he was struggling with whether or not he wanted to continue. “And I kind of want my dad to be proud of me? You know my dad. I want him to think.. I’m one of the lads. One of the boys.. not a royal screw up son.” He snorted, good hand rubbing the back of his neck like he was trying to play off his words as ridiculous.

But Phil didn’t laugh.

“Proud of you?” He repeated, slightly quieter as he slowly started to wind the bandage around Dan’s stiff wrist.

Dan shrugged, looking away and seemingly focusing on a spot far across the room, like he was trying to be anywhere but here, talking to a friend who had been distanced by time and change.

But Phil remembers, he remembers his curly brown hair bouncing around when he was excited, when he was jumping around playing cops and robbers, he remembers his loud and boisterous laugh and the way his cheeks dimpled and filled with colour. He remembers a time when he knew the boy in front of him more then he knew anyone in the world. When he thought Dan was his forever friend and that nothing would ever change that.

Guess something changed.

“You know I’m proud of you,” He continued, not looking up from bandaging. He could feel Dan’s eyes on him now, he could feel the incredulous and doubtful eyes bore into his skin, see into his soul. He didn’t seem to have expected an actual answer in response. “I’m proud of you when I see you play piano. When I see your eyes light up and when you lose yourself in the keys. When you recite dumb Shakespearen poetry and when you are on stage commanding the spotlight, when the only person who matters is you. That’s what I’m proud of. That’s what makes me think, THIS is Dan Howell. THIS is who he is meant to be. Not a shallow jock with a sharp tongue and attitude. I’m proud of the real you.”

He clipped the bandage pin on the end of the roll, now safely locked on Dan’s wrist, and he went to pull his hand away but was stopped by a hand placed over his.

Dan’s eyes were how he remembered, not in way they were for the past two years, glazed over as he tried to cram his way into a puzzle he didn’t fit into, but filled with an unfathomable tenderness and something he couldn’t quite put his finger on

They didn’t need to exchange words, the soft smile Dan gave him spoke a thousand words, making up for time that felt lost before now.

He stood up, finally dropping Phil’s hand and grabbing his jacket off the bench. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

Their silence was welcoming as they walked down the hall towards the exit. The last few years had been full of quips and jabs, fast insults and banter that sometimes toed the line as not quite friendly. This silence, it was new, but it felt right. Dan couldn’t quite understand, but there was a shift that felt comfortable.

Dan had known Phil a long time, longer then anyone in this god forsaken school. He was quiet and reserved and he enjoyed painting and drawing. He was creative, and he didn’t care what people thought of him. He was unapologetically himself, and that was something that he only wished he could be.

For the longest time it was him and Phil. Dan and Phil against the world, playing Mario cart and watching shitty movies, always at each other’s houses like they belonged together.

Then high school happened.

The desire to fit in hit Dan like a ton of bricks. While Phil was content to remain a Mario kart loving geek, Dan couldn’t stand being the butt of the joke. He couldn’t stand his dad being disappointed whenever he brought Phil home to do something nerdy. As the years went by it became a sort of crutch for him and Phil to make snide remarks at each other as they passed in the halls, glaring across the halls and that’s how it stayed.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved to see Phil riled up. He loved to see his eyebrows furrow together and his eyes roll. His arms crossed and his posture unimpressed. If anything that was his favourite part, the way his voice flooded with heat and passion, as he stared at him with the intensity of a bonfire. He loved to tease him and play his surprisingly short temper like a fiddle.

But he wasn’t attracted to him. No way. Phil wasn’t a pretty girl. He did NOT find his eyes pretty and the way his hair sometimes fell into his eyes and his hands didn’t itch to run his hands through it.

He was straight. He had to be.

His heart dropped a little, and he couldn’t explain why, but he looked over at Phil, who was walking beside him.

They were outside now, and it was raining, not too heavily but enough to get you fairly wet. Despite the fact Phil was wearing a sweater and long overalls, he could see him shiver, the fabric of the sweater probably allowed the biting wind to nip tight through it.

He shrugged off his jacket, and gently wrapped it around Phil’s shoulders, forcing them to stop momentarily. The street light cast a soft light over them, and his eyes met the other boys, and for a moment they stared at each other, Dan watching as raindrop followed the contours of Phil’s face, a drop following his cheekbone and the slope of his jaw.

He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck again as he started walking. “Okay okay, lets get you home, Lester.”

“Are you sure you aren’t cold?” Phil enquires inquisitively as he sped walked a bit to catch up with him.

He shrugged. “Still running on adrenaline I guess.” It was a lie, he was slightly cold. But it felt right, and he continued to walk with him in silence.

Phil was holding the jacket around himself as they approached his house, and they stopped just under the porch, the light flickering on to illuminate his face.

Dan stuffed his good hand in his pocket, and he clicked his tongue as Phil went to shrug off the jacket to give back. “Nah, wash it first, don’t want your nerd germs on my clothes.” Despite the insult, he found himself smiling warmly, and Phil too just chuckled.

“Alright, I’ll give it to you on Monday or something, Howell.”

Dan saluted as he turned to walk away, and he could feel Phil staring through his back as he walked back into the rain. They were only a street apart, but he knew that was going to be one long walk.

#mine #stick to drawing Hayley u idiot #ur right i should #but this only spawned at like 2am so im sorry #highschool au

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bodytothefifthpower · 5 years

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Would you be able to go into the katya stuff if you dont mind ?? Im not sure if its being released after this so im just curious what exactly happened

Okay so clearly after all of the speculation and hostility in the fandom recently, some people are interested to learn how exactly Trixie Mattel: Moving Parts portrays Katya. I was at the premiere at Tribeca, and I’m happy to give you a brief overview of what was shown and my opinions on it.

FROM THIS POINT ON THERE ARE SPOILERS FOR TRIXIE MATTEL: MOVING PARTS! SCROLL PAST NOW IF YOU DON’T WANT ANY SPOILERS!

So while this is a film about Brian Firkus, the lynchpin of the whole film (the underpinning that holds the story together) is really Trixie & Katya’s relationship. Which is perfectly reasonable! They are a huge part of each other’s lives, and they just happened to be filming this documentary while all of Katya’s health issues were going on. To completely strike what happened from the record would, frankly, probably mean they couldn’t use a lot of the footage they had- to the point where I really think it could’ve scrapped whole chunks of the movie.

One of the first things they show in the film is Katya gifting Trixie with dolls that look like the two of them; it really portrays their friendship in a lovely light. Trixie also talks about how much she loves Katya and loves working with her, and about how everyone got to see their friendship develop over the course of filming UNHhhh. For those of us who know what’s coming, this obviously produces a lot of anxiety. But I have to tell you: that is just good filmmaking. To create a level of suspense like that is almost Greek Tragedy-eqsue with its dramatic irony.

The next part I’m going to talk about is one of the parts everyone is worried about: Katya’s last day on set at the Trixie & Katya Show. You can tell she’s unwell; she has a very short temper and very little patience for anything happening around her. But she also says “What I need is to quit, but she [Trixie] is my friend and I won’t do that to her.” Even though Katya is clearly unwell, the perspective of the film also paints her as sympathetic. Trixie’s reactions to what’s happening really does indicate that Katya is not in her right mind, and it’s not her fault. Obviously it hurt Trixie, for multiple reasons: one of her best friends is unwell, it seems like an important relationship in her life- and we learn that she doesn’t have a lot of them- is unraveling, and in addition to that, what’s happening could potentially permanently damage her career. The fact that she handles all of those issues with such humility and grace, while still trying to be understanding towards and a good friend to Katya really, REALLY speaks to her character.

The part that is most unflattering to Katya are the text messages she sends to Trixie after the premiere of All Stars 3. She says some incredibly nasty things about Trixie. She is downright mean. For those of us who know Katya though, that is just a clear indicator of how sick she was. I think we all know Katya in her right mind would not send someone- let alone one of her best friends- messages like that. But yeah, I can see how someone might feel hostile towards Katya after seeing what she did. But again, this is a thing that happened. It’s not made up for the sake of the film, and it’s not anyone slandering Katya’s name; it’s a real thing that really happened, and the only difference is that now you know about it. And again, I would like to remind everyone that this is a film about Trixie, not about Katya. So while you do walk away from the scene feeling sad for Katya (because obviously no one wants her to be unravelling like that), you mainly feel bad for Trixie. She clearly doesn’t deserve any of the ire Katya is throwing at her, as we’ve seen her trying to be a good friend. And that is what is expected! This is a film about Trixie, you know? Of course she’s the protagonist!

Overall, through the whole arc of the film that focuses on the dissolution of Trixie & Katya’s friendship the theme is really that Trixie wishes Katya was better, because she misses her friend. That’s the take away. Not that Katya is evil or anything, but that Trixie misses her friend. So do I think the film portrays Katya in a negative light? No. I think it shows the things she did- and they were not good things by any means- but, 1. It doesn’t blame her for her mental illness or addiction, and 2. It isn’t focused on the things that Katya did, but the way that it affected Trixie.

By the end of the film, we see that Trixie and Katya are friends again. It shows them having some funny- and at times tender- interactions backstage at Trixie’s LA Moving Parts show. Katya mentions that she’s better now, and we wrap up the film with Trixie & Katya back together again, and ready to take on the world. In terms of the storyline, it does feel like there’s a bit missing, because it goes from Trixie & Katya not being friends- and the uncertainty in the air over that- to suddenly they’re friends again with no explanation. From a story standpoint, I wish they would’ve included something about how they started on the road to recovering their friendship, rather than just jumping to it recovered.

Personally, I think the reason some fans are so freaked out about the way Katya is portrayed in the film is because they hold her up as this beacon of perfection. She’s mentally ill, but she’s still so funny and personable. She’s an addict, but she doesn’t appear to struggle- or if she does, she turns it into comedy. I think she’s what a lot of people who view themselves as broken hope they can be. But she’s not perfect. She is capable of hurting people. She’s capable of making horrible decisions, and getting sick, and relapsing, and ruining friendships, and honestly that is just the reality of it. We’re all capable of things like that! But you don’t love Katya because she’s perfect, you love her because she’s real. So if you’re angry in the name of your love for her that her reality is being shown, it’s possible that you love the idea of Katya, and you love what she represents, but you might not love the man himself. Just some food for thought.

Can you imagine if Katya heard everyone freaking out about the film portraying her in a bad light? The kind of pressure that’d put on her, to feel like her fans will only like her or support her provided she doesn’t slip up? Certainly that is not conducive to being supportive of her. Personally, I think holding celebrities to a level of perfection is just unfair. I think we as a fandom need to accept that sometimes Katya may not be well, and sometimes she might make mistakes, and it’s okay to acknowledge the things that have happened, and to still continue to love her.

One thing I can tell you for certain is that Trixie is NOT exploiting or taking advantage of Katya. From a purely legal standpoint, the filmmakers would have had to get Katya’s written consent to have her in the film. Katya quite literally would have had to sign off on it. Additionally, Trixie said that Katya had already seen the film. Katya was already aware of what was going to be shown. People seem to forget that Katya is a grown-ass man with autonomy, and that it wouldn’t have gone ahead without her foreknowledge. And after watching the film, I can say with certainty that Trixie absolutely wouldn’t have kept in anything that Katya didn’t okay; she’s too good and too thoughtful of a person to do something like that.

Another major thing people are forgetting, it seems, is that this is not a movie about Katya! This is about Trixie! There is a part in the movie where she says something along the lines of: “No one will want me without Katya.” It absolutely breaks my heart to think that Trixie has no idea how much we love her on her own, how much she means to us, how funny and talented she is by herself, and how much worth she has by herself. And the fact that all anyone wants to talk about is Katya- regarding Trixie’s movie- really irks me. Because she’s basically being proven right.

My last big point I’d like to make is directly related to something Trixie says in the film. She talks about how she gave all of those vague answers about Katya because it wasn’t her story to share, and she didn’t want to make the issue about herself when it clearly wasn’t. She points out that other queens were like, “we all struggle with things! Personally, I’ve dealt with [blank]!” And while the other queens were trying to demonstrate that Katya wasn’t alone, what they were really doing was making it about themselves. I can’t help but see a parallel in the fans that are angry over Katya’s portrayal in this film; the issue is about Katya, and Katya is clearly fine with it, so when you’re freaking out over it, aren’t you really just making it about yourself?

So, there are a plethora of reasons I think people should stop sending hate Trixie’s way because of this movie:

1. This is Trixie’s story. This is really what happened over the past year. To cut half of it out would be doing a disservice to Trixie and to the filmmakers.

2. The filmmakers had final say. They shot all the footage and edited it all together. Trixie really had no part in the creation of this movie aside from being the subject of it, and it’s not fair to throw hate her way for something she had very little control over; that’s like being mad at an actor for a decision the showrunners made.

3. To cut out the parts where Katya is unwell would be a disservice to Katya, because it says “we only want you when you’re perfect.”

4. Maybe someone who is struggling with addiction or who has a loved one struggling with addiction needs to see something like this! No one is being helped by just sweeping all the ugly parts under the rug.

5. Both of them have seen the movie, knew what was going to be shown, and were clearly okay with it because it went ahead and made the final cut.

6. It’s not anyone else’s business how either Trixie or Katya live their lives, or what they choose to share with their public.

7. Katya is not painted as some kind of monster. She’s painted as someone who is mentally unwell, sometimes sympathetic, sometimes not, but ultimately as a flawed human being, who does in fact get a redemption arc!

8. This is a movie about Trixie, not about Katya, and I think people need to respect that and stop shifting the focus.

In conclusion, what I walked away from this movie with was that, yes, it was very sad and at times disturbing to see Katya so hurt and broken. But more than anything, I walked away with an appreciation for Brian Firkus. For how selfless, and caring, and giving, and hardworking the man behind Trixie is. If you get a chance to see Trixie Mattel: Moving Parts I highly recommend you do so; I hope you’ll be just as in awe of Trixie as I am.

#I tried to be as clear as possible but let me know if you want further thoughts or clarifications!#honestly these are just my thoughts on the katya situation I have a lot more thoughts on the whole #specifically about how incredibly thoughtful and generous trixie is an her whole family dynamic #yes I did spend about two hours writing this- how was your Saturday night?#trixie mattel #trixie mattel: moving parts #brian firkus #katya zamolodchikova #brian mccook #long post #analysis #review #spoilers

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fatrainbowmermaidunicorn · 5 years

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PROMPT GAME #1

Totally unedited and I have to cut the storyline a little short, because well, its supposed to be a drabble. Ahahah ❤ and I decided to combine all promts you requested into one.

"Seriously Jeon? You have fucked everyone else and now you are finding girls in my home?" Y/N sighed and walked passed the shirtless male, grinnibg with his mouth full of cereal. Her cereal, in her house, using her bowl.

"Not my fault your roomate is hot," he winks, totally shameless about the fact that he and her so called roomate keep the whole house, specifically her, since shes the only other person in there anyway, awake all night, with their disgusting activities. Endless activities. "Cereal?"

Y/N rolled her eyes and grab the half eaten bowl and throw in the sink.

"No thanks, and thanks for offering, since that is my cereal in the first place. Now that you have disgraced this house, would you please get out so I can comfort my roomate when she realizes what an asshole you are and what a mistake she made?"

"Aww, come on Y/N why so grumpy? Someone not getting any?" Jungkook smirk, slipping on his shirt, thank god. He might be an asshole, but hes an asshole with a bod! And its hard to be snarky with his hard pecs staring back at her.

"Ive been getting plenty on my own, thanks," Y/N rolles her eyes again. "And I rather be dead than being with you in the same bed Jeon,"

"Oh come on Y/N, I know you wish I want you. Hey, maybe I do. Wanna gove it a try?" He winks, taunting her.

"Just get the fuck out Jeon," Y/N open the door and crossed her arms, waiting for Jungkook to walk himself out.

"Okay, okay, no need to be so hostile," he laughs and walks out. "See you babe. Just call me if you change your mind, I'll make time for you," he laughs before the door slammed at his back.

The rivalry between Y/N and Jungkook started so long ago that even Y/N cant remember how it even started or if its even relevant anymore. But what she knows is that she hates that fuckboy's guts. Walking around like he owbs the damn campus. Well, maybe it started whe Jungkook pull her braids at the playground when they were 5 or maybe it didnt. It doesnt matter anyway. What natters is that Y/N hates him.

Whole heartedly.

/////

"Ouch!" Y/N turns around as her hand hit a solid rock. A rock that makes a sound. Wait, what rock?

Theres an intruder in her bed!

Y/N freaks out and immediately sits up, a massive headache attacking her head like sharp needles before she takes in her surrounding.

This is not my room.

And I am definitely not alone.

Not just not alone... Y/N turns her head slowly and nervously to the side and screamed out when she sees Jungkook rubbing his head, evidence of being hit by her hand earlier, naked, only with a blanket covering his bottom half.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Geez woman, stop shouting. Its like too early for this," Jungkook rubs his eyes and yawns, totally unbothered by the fact that they are in bed together and naked.

"Get out! What are you doing in my bed?! What did you do to me?" Y/n starts hitting him.

"Yah! Stop it!" Jungkook catches her hands and hold it tight. "First of all, this is my bed. So the question you should ask is, what are you doing in my bed?" Jungkook smirked. "And second, you dont remember?"

"Remember what? What did you do to me?! I couldnt have done this on my own free will! Never!"

"Oh sweetheart, think it long and hard and maybe you will remember," he grins and lays back on the headboard, totally relax.

Y//N scrunched her nose, trying to remember, and slowly everything came back to her.

"I cant believe I missed the dateline for my Math project!" Y/N wailed to her friend. "Im so stressed oit. Urghhh!"

"Then I have good news my friend. Theres a party happening tonight, and I heard its gonna be big. Everyone is invited,"

"Then I'm in!"

"Wow, you are really stressed out. Nerdy Y/N saying yes to a party without hesitation? Amazing,"

/////

"Wow, never seen you at a party before," Jungkook grins towards Y/N as he sits on the kitchen counter of the packed house, a bottle of beer in his hand. "This is usually my forte,"

"Pissed off Jeon. Why are you everywhere," Y/N slurred, losing balance and almost fell if Jungkook didnt catch her.

"And definitely never seen you this drunk before," Jungkook helped to steady her. "Actually, I have never ever seen you drink, at all. Are you alone? Who did you come with?" Jungkook looked around, concerned etched on his face. "Lets just sober you up a little then I'll send you home okay?"

Jungkook held her shoulders and bring her upstairs, to his room. Its such luck that the party is being held at his frat house. His room is off limits to everyone, but this is an emergencu. Hes not going to leave Y/N downstairs to be taken advantage by all the guys at the party. He knows the guys. He is one of them. But he will never let anything happen to Y/N.

Not Y/N.

"Just lie down here. Ill take some water for you okay?" Jungkook places her on his bed, covering her with a blanket.

"Nooo, dont go," Y/N pulls him, making him fall on her and giggles. "Wow, you are so handsome," she traces his face with her fingers.

"You are definitely drunk Y/N," he laughs, he hinself a little tipsy.

"No, I am not. Hey Jeon... Why do I hate you again?" Y/N stares into his eyes, not letting her grip on him go.

"I-I dont know.." Jungkook whispered. He knows its wrong. Y/N is definitely drunk, and he himself is intoxicated. And they hate each other, dont they? Atleast thats what Y/N been telling him, but Jungkook hasnt been hating her for the longest time already. Its actually quite the opposite.

"Jungkook?"

"Y/N?"

And as Y/N pulls his face, connecting their lips together, the rest of the night is history.

/////

"Fucking. Hell..."

"So I take it you remember?" Jungkook grins.

"I was drunk! You took advantage of me!" Y/N screamed making Jungkook laughed. So dramatic.

"Me?! You are the one who make the first move! You took advantage of me! Besides, its not so bad. I made you feel good," he winks. "We both kinda win here,"

"Urghhh, shut up!" Y/N quickly stands up and collect her clothes which is strewn all over the room, hastily putting it on, all the while mumbling like crazy. "Not a word of this to anyone! Oh God, I cant believe this happened! I an serious Jeon, no word to anyone!"

Jungkook laugh and made a swear sign with his hand.

"I swear. I wont tell anyone. Although are you sure? I know you want to gloat on how good I made you feel," he laughs more.

"Shut the fuck up! Urghhhh," she threw a pillow to his head, missing him by an inch, making him laugh more as Y/N scurried away.

"Thanks for the night!"

"Fuck off!" Y/N screamed out and slammed the door, leaving Jungkook still laughing on the bed, mumbling to himself, smiling.

You are such a pain in my ass, it actually hurts to fucking love you Y/N. If only you knew how I feel.

/////

Eversince that fateful morning, it seems like Jungkook is everywhere. She cant seems to shake him away. Grinning, waving, annoying her...

Y/N never told anyone about that night of course. She doesnt want to be knows as another one of Jungkook's girls, or his latest victim. Jungkook is someone she despise and thats the extend of their relationship. And she would like to keep it that way.

But fate of course have another plan and her science teacher partnered her up with Jungkook, as part of the mentor - protege program hes trying. A good student oartnered up woth a less performing on, in hopes it could help each other. Worse, after weeks ignoring him and asking him to do his own thing, the class is assigned with a project, something Y/N could never run from. And that is how she is in the library, sitting beside a grinning Jungkook.

"We are finishing this project as fast as we can and thats it,"

"Oh come on Y/N. Cant we atleast be friends?" Jungkook grins, teasing her. "Afterall, you have seen me nak-"

"Shut up!" Y/N quickly covers his mouth. "What are you trying to do? Telling everyone we hooked up? It was a drunken mistake okay!"

Jungkook laughs and mumble to himself. So cute.

"What?"

"Nothing. I didnt say anything," he smiles and shrugs.

"Look Jungkook, I'm serious okay? This marks are important to me. Lets just do thia properly and be serious about it. I will divide the work load so we can do it on our own time and we can meet uo eve-"

Y/N was cut off when his lips landed on her and he grins.

"What the hell did you just do?!" Y/M hissed, looking around to see if anybody noticed. "Didnt I tell you just now? You cant just go around kissing people! I mean, I know you are a manwhore but thats not how the rest of the human world works! Stop being a-"

Another kiss.

"Jeon Jungkook!"

"I only kissed you because you were talking too much," he smile, bunny teeth showing, chin olaces in the palm of his hand that is laced together, looking at her.

"I-uh..."

"See, it works. You are finally speechless," Jungkook smile got wider. "Lets get to work shall we?"

/////

The project did bring Jungkook and Y/N closer together. They can be now considered somewhat... friends?

"So.. do you still hate me?" Jungkook asks as they are having coffee together after submitting their final project.

"Well.. hate is a strong word Jeon," Y/N smile. "And I think I am getting used to you. But I still dont like you," she giggled.

"Well, I'll take that," Jungkook smile. "Uh.. hey.. do you want to go to the dance with me?" His voice laced with nervousness.

Y/N was surprised by his question. Is Jungkook asking her out?

"I-I mean, as friends? To celebrate our new friendship?"

"Whatt? Does the great Jeon Jungkook has no date for the dance?" She laughs.

"Hey, I spend all my time doing this project with you. I got your nerd aura all over me okay," Jungkook smile. "So will you?"

"Yeah," Y/N smiles. "Yeah, why not,"

/////

"Hey Minji, I have to meet up with my professor, kts a last minute thing. If Jungkook came can you tell him to wait? Please?" Y/N shouted to her roomate as she rushed to the door.

"Jungkook? Wait, you are going to the dance with Jungkook?" Minji raised an eyebrow.

"Y-yeah. He asked me. Wait, you are okay with that right? You said hes only a one night stand right?" Y/N stopped in her tracks.

"Of course. It was a mutual understanding. Im only surprised because I didnt know you two still hang out. And he never brings a date to a dance. And dont you hate him or something?" Minji questioned, hands crossed on her chest.

"Well, lets just say hes changed," Y/N smiles. "My phone is out of battery but I'll be back in a jiffy. Let Jungkook know ok? Thanks, love you!" Y/N waves off and went out.

Lets just see if Jungkook truly changed Y/N-ah. A fuckboy will forever be a fuckboy. And if you think a nerd like you can chabge him instead of someone like me, you are dead wrong. Minji smirks.

/////

"Oh hi Kookie, what are you doing here?" Minji gave him a sultry smile as she opened the door to see Jungkook looking dashing in a tuxedo, flowers in hand. He even get Y/N her favorite. How tentative. Minji rolled her eyes.

"Im here to pick up Y/N. For the dance?" Jungkook smile.

"Oh no," Minji puts a hand on her chest, brows furrowing in sadness. "I am sorry to hear that, but Y/N left,"

"Left? But I'm her date?"

"Kookie, I am so sorry. I dont know how to say this. But she was so happy she managed to tricked you. She said its some kind of revenge and that you are stupid to believe she would actually be friends let alone go to the dance with you?"

"W-what? N-no. Y/N couldnt... could she?" Jungkook's face pained as the clutch on the flowers loosen and drop to the floor.

"I am so sorry..." Minji carressed his face. "But hey.." he pulls him to the sofa and scoot closer. "I can make you feel better and forget about her,"

/////

Y/N almost ran home. Shes ao excited and she needs to get ready, to look good for Jungkook. She dont know why she have to, but she just wanted to. And shes late.

She happily pushed open her door, a wide smile on her face, which immediately dissapear once she is greeted with the image of Jungkook being balls deep inside her roommate, on the couch... in the middle of the fucking living room. He cant even find the decency to take ger to the room atleast? Knowing she lives here too?

"W-what?"

"Y/N?" Jungkook was shocked and immediately pull out, scouring for his boxers and slipped it on.

"What the hell?! You cant even wait for a few minutes without fucking anyone?!"

"You bailed! I thought you left. And what do you care? Arent I just some kind of revenge?" Jungkook smirked.

"What are you talking about?! Bail?!I was meeting my professor! I told Minji this. To tell you! And what revenge?!"

"Wait, what?" Realization suddenly hits him as he turns to face Minji who is smirking. "You lied? You bitch!"

"Hey, dont be mad at me. If you can just keep it in your pants this wont happen," she shrugs. "Y/N, I am just trying to show you that fuckboys will never change. Just one lie and hes already fucking someone else! How can you be wih him?"

"Shut the fuck up you lying manipularive bitch!" Jungkook yelled at her, trying to control his temper. But he knows Minji is not important right now. Y/N is. "Y/N listen to me, I can explain. Minji.. she said-"

"It doesnt matter Jungkook. Minji is right. Just one lie from her is all it needed for you to start sleeping with someone else?"

"Y/N, no. Its not like that. I was hurt. I was-"

"Save it Jeon," Jungkook stopped at the nickname. It felt so cold. He took a step forward, lurching for her arm but Y/N pull back immediately.

"Stop. Fucking. Touch. Me!" Y/N yelled. "Minji is right. Fuckboy never changed, get out Jeon,"

"Y/N-"

"Why should I care anyway right, we are just friends," Y/N angrily wipe her tears. "Maybe not even friends," she stormed off into the room, slamming the door, leaving Jungkook to pick up the pieces of broken heart.

/////

"Go away!"

"I am going to annoy you, follow you around until you talk to me. Until you forgive me. I dont care what it takes, or who knows how desperate I am!" Jungkook followed her around like a pupoy around campus for a whole three months now. Never once did he gives up. Y/N has finally had enough. The whole campus heard about how Jeon Jungkook, the campus player is now whipped and chasing some nerd. Y/N cant already tolerate the endless flowers, chocolates, gifts, texts and phonecalls that he sent everyday, but following her around, all day and all night? For three whole month? Its too much.

"Why wont you give up?! We were not even friends to begin with!"

"I am never giving you up. Ever!"

"Seriously. Why?! The fuck, why?!" Y/N has reached her limit, screaming in the middle of campus to the campus player, not caring to maintain her cool anymore.

"Fine, you wanna know so bad? Its because I fucking love you L/N Y/N! I have love you for so many years eventhough you hated me! And now that I have the chance to be in your life I am not gonna let some manipulating bitch ruined it for me! I want you and I am not gonna stop until I get you!" Jungkook's chest heaved from his confession. "Got your answer now?"

"N-no," Y/N shakes her head, eyes searching his. "It cant be. We hated each other!"

"I dont. I never did. I dont even know why you hate me? Ia it because I pulled your braids when we were 5?" Jungkook smiles. "That just means I like you Y/N. And I have never stopped since,"

"B-but all the girls you have been with? You are the campus player!"

"Its only to get you attention," he bunny grins. "I gor your attention when I slept with your roommate and I have stopped ever since Y/N. Please, believe me. I love you,"

"B-but-"

"Please Y/N," Jungkook kneeled down and hold her hands, in the middle of the busy campus. "I wont stop until you say yes. I will follow you. I will tell you everyday I love you. I will call you, text you, I wi-"

Y/N cuts him off by pulling him up, grinning, tears in her eyes.

"Serioualy Jeon, you are so annoying,just kiss me already," she grins, hands holding the back of his neck, making Jungkook smile with his bunny grin, love in his eyes.

"With pleaseure my love,"

#writing prompt #bts drabble #prompt game #bts #bts fanfic #bts scenario #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook fiction #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #kpop #kpop scenario #kpop fanfic #bangtan

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lexinthelibraryofdreams · 5 years

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Enemies To Lovers

Imagine: Friends/Enemies to lovers

Pairing: Theseus Scamander x Reader

Words: 3667

A/N: Week two, day six of the Leather and Lace + You Keep Me Warm Romance Event. Did this get out of hand? Yes. Do I care? Barely. Hope you enjoy. If anyone wants to request a character, feel free to do so :)

Warnings: none, I believe. If you want me to add anything, feel free to tell me :)

The first time you met Theseus Scamander, you immediately hated him. In your opinion, he wasn’t suited to be the head of your department and from the first meeting on he seemed to return your feelings. You barely left the office, stuck to your neck in paperwork he assigned to you.

The more time went on, the more he seemed to ignore your requests to actually hire a secretary if he wanted one and allow you to do your job. You were getting frustrated with your job but were also too prideful to quit, which you assumed was what he wanted.

“Sir,” you greeted him after entering his office with the finished reports again. He didn’t even bother looking up and you closed your eyes for a moment to center yourself. With more force than necessary, you put down the stack of papers on his desk. “Look, if you won’t even bother to greet me, at least don’t insist on having me deliver the reports personally. Then you don’t have to ignore me.” You knew how disrespectful you sounded but you were past caring. He wouldn’t get rid of you unless he would forcibly remove you from the office.

Now he looked up. You only stared back, setting your jaw stubbornly. “I do not appreciate you tone, Miss Y/L/N,” was the only thing he said and you had to mentally hold back to not hex him. Straightening your back, you replied, “Well, I do not appreciate being degraded to your secretary when I should be out there and support my colleagues in the field. I know that I have the skills to perform the tasks of an actual auror, so I don’t see why you insist on holding me in the office.” He reached forward and took the papers you had brought him. “It is my decision to make who to send out and who to keep back. If you wish to keep your position, do not question my decisions any further,” he replied, the waved towards you. “You are dismissed.” A part of you wanted to argue but instead you abruptly turned on you heel and exited the office, throwing the door close in your anger. You ignored the few eyes on you as you made your way back to your desk. The few people that were actually here and not on the hunt for Grindelwald and his followers weren’t benched like you, they simply finished off reports from missions. Reports that would inevitably end up on your desk the next morning. One day you would probably snap and light them on fire the instance they arrived.

A woman entered the office but you ignored her presence. At least, you tried until she stepped up to your desk. Hesitantly you looked up with a blank look, trying to look as busy and interrupted as you could. “Do you need anything?” you asked, not bothering with a greeting. You had seen her before, she was part of some other department in the Law Enforcement. She seemed to be friends with Scamander, considering they often spent their breaks with each other.

Now she looked down on you with an unreadable expression. “Could you ask Mr Scamander if he has time? I wanted to talk to him.” You raised an eyebrow at her. “Sorry, Lady, but I’m not his bloody secretary. He just punishes me for existing with having to read over reports he is too busy for. Someday he’ll probably ask for a coffee. For all I care, he could burst into flames right now and I wouldn’t be bothered at all. Anything else?”

She looked a little taken aback at your hostility towards your boss but only thanked you and wordlessly retreated to his office.

Later you learned that the woman was none other than Leta Lestrange, his fiancée. That outburst would probably fall back onto you but you were past caring.

“Y/L/N,” he said, approaching your desk. You plastered on a sweet smile and waited for him to ask whatever he wanted. “Go get your coat, you’re accompanying me.” It was almost embarrassing how quickly you got to your feet, slipping into your coat and following him wordlessly. Though you wondered what caused the sudden change but you wouldn’t test your luck with asking about it.

In the lobby you met up with several other aurors, the head of the Department of Law Enforcement and - of course - Leta Lestrange. You only gave her a semi-politely nod before listening to Travers.

After the short briefing, you followed them outside and disapparated. The bridge leading to the castle was still like you remembered it and a nostalgic feeling welled up inside you. Your happiest memories all were bundled in the place but you knew you weren’t here for fun.

Interrogating Dumbledore went as well as you expected. He stayed polite but passive, not wanting to join the war that was inevitably coming. Or maybe it was already waging, it was hard to tell with how blurred the lines were.

As you turned to leave, he called out to both you and Scamander. You were at the door already, looking at him expectantly. He warned you, should Grindelwald call for his followers to assemble, that you shouldn’t interrupt.

On your way to the bridge, you walked next to Scamander, both of you silent. You admired Dumbledore for defending his point despite the pressure against him. You looked at your boss who seemed lost in thought. “Will you follow his advice?” He shrugged lightly. “I don’t know yet.” You met up with the others again. It occurred to you that that was literally the first conversation between you without any malice behind it. Admittedly, it felt good.

Your next stop was Paris. Despite the urgency of the situation, you looked around to take in at least some of the sights. “First time in Paris?” Scamander asked suddenly and you looked at him before nodding. There still were more negative feelings between one another but since your visit in Hogwarts, you offered a less hostile stand, being more passive in your dislike of him. If he noticed it, he didn’t comment on it.

“Where’s Scamander?” Travers asked and you only shrugged. “Why does everybody expect I know where he is at any given time? I’m not his secretary,” you replied, a little on the edge because even Travers was under the impression. At least he looked more bewildered than offended by your harshness, then ordered for you to go and find him. You tried your hardest not to roll your eyes and trailed off to search and ask around.

In the end you found him locked in a room and tied to a chair. “Mr Scamander, what a coincidence to meet you here,” you said, leaning against the doorframe. When he stopped struggling to look up, you couldn’t hide a gleeful grin. “Looks like you’re in some kind of situation. Once you’re done here, Travers is searching for you.” You turned around to leave, when you heard him struggle some more. “Y/L/N, wait!” he called out and you feigned hesitation. A heavy sigh sounded from behind you, followed by a “Please. I need your help.”

When you faced him again, you wore a big smile. “Really? I wouldn’t have noticed. I mean you normally got everything under control.” He made a face at you. “What do you want so no one will hear about this?” You raised an eyebrow at him and decided to test your luck. “An explanation and for you to get an actual secretary, so I can finally do my job. Maybe, if you’re feeling generous, even an apology but I’m not greedy.”

He sighed again, looking defeated. “It was your father. When he resigned, he requested for you be kept off the field. I know you’re more than capable but he is a scary and influential man, even if he has retired and I did not want to risk my career for that.” He paused and you thought about it. It made sense. Still, he did not have to be so unpleasant about it. “I’m sorry,” he added and he seemed to mean it. You exhaled, then waved your wand and the rope fell to the ground. “Thank you for being honest. Though I’m still kind of angry you wouldn’t have told me without blackmail. That’s not a good way to keep up a professional relationship.” He stood up and straightened out his jacket. “I know. And I meant it when I apologize. I’ll try to be more open about your father’s requests in the future.”

“Appreciated,” you replied and followed him back to Travers.

You had tried to remind him Dumbledore’s words but he had just waved it off. “If you don’t think you can handle it, stay here,” he had said and you adamantly shook your head.

Now you stood there, watching in horror as blue flames devoured colleagues in front of you. Even though you were standing at a good distance to it, you could feel the burning heat on your exposed skin as if you were standing in it. Screaming from one side caught your attention and you saw Scamander as he tried to get to his fiancée. His brother was by his side, trying to drag him away from the flames when they burned the woman to ash. He was screaming and fighting against the grip, so you bolted down the stairs and grabbed him by the arm. “There is nothing you can do Scamander. We have to leave. Don’t let her sacrifice be a lost cause!” you yelled at him and that seemed to get to him a little. You made it out of the mausoleum barely as blue flames burst through the openings and burned everything in their path. Your hand was still wrapped around his upper arm when you were joined by an old, sickly looking wizard.

The circle around the graveyard was quickly formed and once you claimed your position, you drove your wand into the ground with a yell. A golden line formed on the ground and you watched as the flames were encased by the ward and orange flames until they were dragged into the building and finally snuffed out.

You stood next to your boss on the bridge as you watched his brother talk to Dumbledore. “He was right,” the man said and you looked at him. It was one of the few things he had said after watching Leta die and even though you still didn’t really like him, even you would try to be nice. “What do you mean?” He gestured towards Dumbledore. “He warned us. You were there. You tried to remind me but I brushed it off because Travers told me so. We never should have entered that mausoleum.” You hesitated, then placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I did warn you but even I couldn’t have imagined that. It wasn’t your fault. She made her own decisions.” You looked out towards Hogwarts. So many students behind the wall didn’t know what had happened only hours ago. Since the obscurial joined Grindelwald, you wouldn’t even deem this place safe and there was hardly anything better protected. “A lot will change, I suppose,” he said, following your gaze. You hummed in agreement, then added, “A lot already has.”

Your little group disbanded, one by one of those that were left walking past the wards and vanishing into thin air. You turned to follow and to your surprise he fell into step next to you. “What are you going to do now?” he asked, hands shoved into his pockets and eyes focused on the stones below them. You shrugged. “Get some rest. Grief those we lost. And when it is called for, fight. That means, if I’m allowed to leave the office now, sir,” you replied and noticed the ghost of a smile cross his lips.

“I can hardly bench my best auror now, can I?” he said and you gave him a firm smile before disapparating.

The next time you stepped into the office, it had changed. Some tables had been cleared which tightened a knot in your stomach. Another desk had been set up before Scamander’s office. A woman was sitting at it, avidly reading over some papers. She looked up and gave you an easy smile as you approached. “Ah, you must be Miss Y/L/N. I’m Priscilla Selpie, Mr Scamander’s new secretary and assistant. He asked me to send you inside once you were here.”

You thanked her with a nod and a smile then entered after knocking. “So you actually listened to me,” you said instead of greeting him and he looked up. “Good morning to you, too. And you actually still don’t care for politeness.” He rounded his desk and leaned against it. You doubted that he had slept much since your return from Paris, judging from his messy hair, his pale face and the very noticeable bags under his eyes. Even his suit jacket had creases where they didn’t belong, completely untypical.

“You know, maybe you should listen to another advice of mine and try to take some time off. You just lost someone, it is understandable,” you said and he shook his head. “I got restless at home. It was bad. This way I can keep busy and distract myself. And try to find the man who is behind all of this.” You looked at the picture of Leta Lestrange on his desk and he followed your gaze. “You hated her, didn’t you? At least, that’s what she thought.” Now it was your time to shake your head. “No, I hated you. I felt really more indifferent towards her than anything else. Admittedly, I was wondering a little how she could love an ass like you but now that I’ve seen some other sides of you... She seems less of a lunatic and more of a normal woman with a type.”

A fond smile crossed his face. “So, hated? Past tense?” You rolled your eyes at him. “That does not mean that I like you, Scamander but... let’s just say that my feelings towards you are neutral. I hope that’s enough for now.” Still, your tone wasn’t harsh. You did have more than enough time to think about what happened and what he told you and in the end he was deemed potentially likeable. Maybe, in the near future, you could even become friends.

He looked at you for a moment, then nodded. “For now.”

And friends you did become. It was two years after the graveyard and you knew that he wouldn’t have it easy today. You greeted Priscilla who smiled at you cheerily and entered the office without knocking. “Alright, Scamander, time for dinner.” Even though he had asked you along the way to use his first name, you refused to do so, just because of how much it annoyed him. Still, it was different than before, spoken with at least 40% more fondness and 75% less irritation. Of course, those numbers varied from day to day.

He didn’t look up. “I’m not really in the mood for dinner” You didn’t bother and forcibly closed the book he was reading, staring down at him. “Well, then you better get in the mood quickly because we are going. You have no say in that. I’m not going to let you gloom in your office for the rest of your day only to end it with a bottle of bourbon. I watched that last year.” He leaned back and rubbed across his neck, clearly tense from looking down the entire time. “I don’t see you barge into my brother’s house to invite him to dinner,” he replied and you raised your eyebrows at him. “Well, Newt has a friend and a nice American lady by his side, so he doesn’t need me but you do, so get up before I hex you.” He reluctantly did, whether because of your reasoning or your threat was unsure but irrelevant.

He followed you out the building and towards a cozy muggle restaurant close to the ministry. “Why aren’t we going somewhere... uh...” You grinned as he struggled with finding the right word, then interrupted him. “Because you need a break from magic and everything that comes with it. So we’ll eat at a muggle place.”

Despite his original hesitation, he seemed to enjoy both the food and the surroundings. Afterwards, you insisted on taking a walk. He walked beside you for a while without saying anything. “I should probably go home... I don’t want to bother you for longer.” You gave him a pointed look and he almost helplessly lifted his shoulders. “Scamander, I already said I’m not going to let you drink your sorrow away. At least not alone. Now come one, I have some drinks at my place.” You offered him your arms and when he put his hand on it, apparated you both to your place. He looked around, the first time he set foot into your flat.

“Take a seat,” you offered and he sat down on your sofa while you retrieved the bourbon and two glasses, placing them on the coffee table and filling them.

In the end, he slept on your sofa after pouring his heart out to you in a less-than-sober state. Whatever he had told you, you would keep it to yourself, you decided.

On the third anniversary you repeated it. Again, he stayed on your sofa for the night and you woke him up the next morning with a strong coffee. He sat at you dinner table while you prepared some breakfast and seemed to watch you. “How personal did I get?” he asked after a while and you laughed a little. “Even more than last time.” You watched him for a moment before returning your attention to the food in front of you.

He had told you how he wanted to move on but still felt guilty about it. That he knew he couldn’t stay like this forever but that he didn’t want to disappoint or forget her, let alone give off the feeling he wanted to replace her. Then you hadn’t said much with real essence but now you wanted to do so. Still, you couldn’t think of the exact words. And a while ago, another issue had occurred.

Finally you could understand how Leta could have love an ass like him.

You entered his office and put the mug down on his desk. “I thought you could use a coffee. This mission was hell.” It wasn’t the first time you did field work but surely the hardest. Or at least second hardest. Nothing would ever trump Paris. At least you hoped it wouldn’t. He took the coffee and sipped on it before thanking you.

“Anything you want?” he asked and you shook your head, leaning against his desk sideways to watch what he was doing. “I finished the report and handed it over to Priscilla. You should take a break. If you continue to squint at the paper like that you’ll get wrinkles or need glasses. Or both. Probably both.” He gave you a tired smile and stretched a little before standing up and joining you on the other side of the desk. His elbow bumped into yours as he took another sip.

“You are always worrying about me,” he teased and you laughed. “Someone has to. You’re clearly not doing it.” He smiled and now intentionally bumped his elbow into your side. Both of you quickly sobered up, then he spoke again. “You know, I’ve been thinking a lot lately. We started out literally hating each other and now... never would have imagined that when we first met.” You nodded, smiling into your mug. “Likewise. But I don’t mind this at all.”

He hummed and you could see from the corner of your eye that he was watching you. “Can I help you with something?” You put your mug down on the desk and looked at him. His expression seemed clouded for a moment, then he leaned forward. You unintentionally held your breath but he stopped and pulled back, then turned away. “Sorry. I’m... I just...” he sighed and you put your hand on his which was gripping the edge of the desk hard. “I know. It’s okay. I understand.” He turned around only to look at you with surprise written on his face. “How do you... wait... the anniversary?” You nodded and gave him a warm smile. “Take your time, Theseus. I won’t go anywhere.” This time, you used his first name intentionally.

Now you leaned forward, to press a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll leave you to it.” You picked up your mug again and pushed away from the desk, not getting further than a step.

His hand around your wrist stopped you. You halted, waiting for him to act, which he did by spinning you around and planting his lips on yours. You willingly melted into him, trying not to drop your coffee, smiling against his lips the entire time.

When you parted, you looked him into the eyes and planted another short kiss on his lips. “That was quicker than expected.” He smiled, a little sheepishly even, and brushed some hair behind your ear. “You made it easier. I’m glad I drunkenly confessed that. Otherwise I might have let you walk out,” he said and your smile only widened. “Would have been a shame, really. But I’m glad you didn’t.”

Whatever this would grow into, it somehow had been years in the making, neither of you could deny that. It truly had been a wild ride and with the uncertainty of the future, it would surely stay just as interesting but it was easier to look ahead when you knew someone by your side.

#romancemonth #theseus imagine #theseus x reader #theseus scamander

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theatreakasuna-store · 5 years

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People tend to think a lot of the Akatsuki members outside of Pein/Konan & Itachi/Kisame hated one another had overly hostile relationships. I dont buy it ! Speaking for my own muse I like to believe Sasori & Deidara were closer than people thought & I kinda think thats obvious but a lot of people brush it off ? For a start Deidara chooses to call Sasori “Danna” or Master Sasori. Though the English version changes this to “my man” its still obviously a term of respect from Deidara & I dont interpret Dei to hand out terms of endearment & respect to anyone, especially people he genuinely doesn’t like. We also have Sasori’s overall personality. Sasori would not put up with someone he genuinely disliked, especially someone who he believed to really be insulting his life’s work. Loyalty to Akatsuki or no, Sasori has a temper & we know its not exactly forbidden to kill ones partner given Kakuzu wound up getting mad & killing all of his until he was paired up with Hidan. Sasori lashes out at Deidara & becomes annoyed but he never treats his annoyances as if hes directing them at someone he hates. When theyre not squabbling about art, Sasori is instead shown getting frustrated not because he dislikes Deidara but because, for example, Deidara is acting in a way that Sasori believes is detrimental to his health & well being. Sasori almost nags Deidara to make sure hes prepared for his missions, to bring enough clay, to think out his attacks ect. This to me doesn’t come off as someone who hates someone else. Sasori acts like a concerned friend & confident though he certainly gets frustrated when he feels his advice is being blown off & thats not an emotion that stirs up toward someone you dont care about. Sasori is naturally given a sort of mentor role & Deidara, who calls Sasori master in the original source, seems to confirm this & it would make sense given Sasori is of course much older & more “mature” than Deidara despite his looks. Its a real shame we dont get to see Deidara & Sasori interact more in the show but I think it is obvious if you actually look at the relationship beside arguing about what Art is. A compelling piece of evidence exists pretty early on, after Sasori’s death where Deidara comments on Sasoris weak spot ( his living core ). Its easy to overlook this but we know in canon Sasori was a very secretive person. A lot of people didn't so much as know Hiruko was a puppet & not his real appearance, let alone that Sasori had made himself into a puppet. Deidara not only knew Sasori had made himself into a puppet but he knew of Sasori’s weak spot. Sasori had to have shown him or told him about this. Thats not a move Sasori would make if he didnt absolutely trust the person he was divulging the information to. They had to share some from of closeness/friendship for this to be the case. There is a few scenes in Naruto ultimate ninja impact where Sasori & Deidara are shown having a duel to pass the time. I wish this was incorporated into the anime tbh because its kind of great. Its fun, hilarious & kind of empathises that though Deidara & Sasori seem to have some pretty serious clashes when it comes to art & its meaning & the two of them tend to hurl insults at each other & make threats in the end it really just boils down to the two of them fucking around, not actually intending real harm.

#⊰ ° ⧗◞ HEADCANONS ⊱#ill get on and format this proper soon #update: finally formated lmao

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vellihor · 5 years

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選擇 ° chpt 2.

genre 》 skz mafia!au

word count 》 1857

warning 》 angst, violence, gore, etc.

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YUBIN

i knocked a few times on changbin's door. i roll my eyes as i hear loud rap music being blasted on the other side of the door. i slide the door open anyways. i see changbin punching furiously at the punching bag.

i walk over to the speaker to stop the blaring music, only to have my brother spin around to glare at me. seeing me, he hesitates before taking off his boxing gloves and hanging them up on the rack. i toss a towel at him, grossed out at the sweat dripping down his body. as he caught the towel in midair and cocked an eyebrow at me.

" we havent had sibling heart to heart talk in a long while changbin."

he motioned for me to sit down on his bed. which i graciously took up his offer on. i hugged his plushie, gyu, the only clean thing around the room. i watch as he pulls out a fresh shirt from his closet. he drags a chair from his desk to sit infront of me. then i decide to start the ball rolling.

" so whats your deal with minjung? hm? "

i see him facepalm himself and groan into his palm. because changbin was older than me by two years, he always had trouble opening up to me. he felt as if he was not doing a good job as an older brother. thats why i started this heart to heart talk between the two of us. i waited as he lifted his head to look at me, thinking about how to put it in words.

" that woman simply ticks me off. shes single-handedly the most stubborn person i have met- "

" says you. "

i pressed my lips in a thin line as changbin gave me an unamused expression.

" i dont know we just dont work well together. i work well with anyone and everyone except her. she hates my guts, i hate her guts. we are even. then chan has to force us to work together. to be honest, i thought making the situation worse would make chan rethink about this shitty paring. guess i was wrong. "

" well from my point of view, i think the both of you should try to tolerate each other. i mean you have always been good at tolerating people. why not just tolerate each other. you guys cant jump at the first chance to kill each other. who knows maybe you guys will end up liking each other. "

he grabs a nearby soft toy and chucks it at me. probably from my last sentence. but i see him slowly consider my words.

" then whats with you and hyunjin trying to send each other to your respective graves huh? "

" thats a different situation! "

" mhmm tell me. how so? "

" ugh youre impossible. "

" lets make a deal then. if you try to get along with hyunjin, i promise to try to get along with minjung. "

i eyed him suspiciously and stuck out my pinky. he locked his pinky with mine. he shot me his goofy smile. i scoff at him as i lay down on his bed. he lies down next to me and we stay in a comfortable silence, staring at the ceiling. until i break the silence.

" do you ever miss mum and dad? "

he pauses before replying.

" all the time. i just wish they didnt leave so soon. maybe then we wouldnt have ended up like this. sure we have been through tougher things but i wonder how different things will be if they were still here. "

" remember that time we stole from the convenience store? we nearly ended up in jail. i still cant believe we survived by ourselves for so many years. "

he chuckles softly as he recalls the memories. ever since our parents died in a fire, changbin and i have always been relying on each other. i vaguely remember changbin sitting on the pavement and bawling his eyes out. his head was buried in his two hands as he sat there trying to comprehend the life-changing situation he had experienced. i remember twelve year old me being lost and clueless, wandering about in the crowd that had formed in front of the building. changbin shot up as soon as he heard my voice and engulfed me in a hug. the both of us had tried so hard to forget about that incident. but one of us would get a nightmare about it every now and then.

it has been five years since chan took us in and decided that we would have family members to look out for us. now we feel like SK is our family.

i watch as changbin stands up from the bed and looks at me in disdain before snatching gyu out of my hands. he strokes gyu before placing it down on the bed. changbin offers his hand to help me stand up. but i know better than to fall for that trick again. i push off the bed on my own. changbin looks offended that i didnt take his hand. i punched his left arm before walking towards the door. he gives me a look of pure pain and disbelief, while holding his left arm.

" did you just-? did you not hold back anything in that punch?"

" come on. dinner is about to be done. i bet you a hundred bucks that grandpa woojin is going to complain about how nobody helped him to prepare dinner. "

i chuckle as i slide the door open. i walked to living room, spotting hyunjin playing pool. changbin nudged me towards him. i scowled at my brother, only to have him flip me off. he shooed me off, mouthing "get along with him".

i walked to the pool table and picked up a cue stick. hyunjin pretended to not see me. i was going to give up being nice. but changbin was watching from the sofa. so i resorted to poking hyunjin in his ribs with the cue stick to get his attention. hyunjin saw it coming and dodged it before i even hit his ribcage. he sneered at me. i scoffed and threw my hands up.

changbin was still watching from the sofa. i took a deep breath before speaking.

" best out of three. loser treats the winner to a round of drinks. "

i sigh in relief as i see hyunjin consider my offer, nod and reset the pool table. i look towards changbin. he was giving me two thumbs up. i grin widely at him as i see him being awkward with minjung, who had just came out of the shower. he was trying so hard to start a conversation without being weird.

i turn my attention to hyunjin.

" ladies first. "

" wow hyunjin is being a gentleman for the first time. "

" hey take it or leave it. "

i say nothing as i rest my cue stick on my fingers.

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HYUNJIN

i eye the woman infront of me suspiciously. her behaviour seemed too abnormal today. she was actually being nice to me. just to clarify, that has never happened. ever.

yubin clears her throat and gestures to the pool table.

"um.... so i won and drinks after dinner are on you,"

i shrug and continue staring at her unknowingly, watching her put the cuestick down and run to the kitchen to help woojin with dinner.

i snap out of it when woojin shouted for everyone to eat dinner. i walked over to the dining table with jisung. dinner was the usual. everybody was talking loudly and enjoying dinner.

i noticed that changbin and minjung were talking to each other. i scrunched my nose in confusion. i nudged seungmin.

"whats with changbin and minjung?"

"what?"

"nobody realises that theyre being friendly to each other ????"

"yeah no dumbass. they are on a truce. they just said it just now. pay attention to the table conversation will you?"

"ouch, no need to snap at me like that. that hurt my feelings."

my mind wandered to yubin being not-so-hostile to me. she DID try to puncture my ribs with the cuestick.

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after dinner, i brought two bottles of beer up to the roof. i looked around looking for yubin but i couldnt see her anywhere.

"did she just bail on me?" i thought.

just then, i spotted a dark ball snuggled into one of the many oversized beanbags that jisung bought. i walked over to see her looking up at the sky. i plopped myself on the beanbag next to hers.

"so whats up there that got you staring for so long?"

she doesnt even look at me. no acknowledgement of my presence whatsoever. i scoff at her.

"wow so youre not even going to reply me? even after i got you beer? come on you have got to be kidding me."

after a few minutes of silence, i hear soft snoring coming from my right. "no way. no fucking way. is she sleeping?" unsure of what i had just heard, i snapped my head to look at her. leaning in closer to check if she was indeed asleep. upon a closer look, i realise i have been sitting next to a sleeping yubin.

i sigh as i sink back into my beanbag while taking a swig out of the bottle in my hand. after a few minutes, she stretches and somehow manages to hit my eye in a state of half conciousness. my right hand presses against the injured part. she recoils in shock and grabs onto my arm. her face was full of worry and she was starting the panic.

"ohmygod ohmygod i am so sorry. fuck fuck fuck. you need ice. wait here im going to go get ice for you. do not move."

i chuckle at her and removed my right hand.

"im not injured you dumbass. that was payback for making me wait for you to wake up."

she freezes with an unreadable expression. i stiffen at her reaction. she then slowly sinks back down in her beanbag with an almost inaudible "oh".

the atmosphere becomes awkward again. yubin clears her throat and reaches for her bottle of beer.

"um yubin?"

"what?"

"thats my bottle."

"yea i know. my bottle isnt open yet."

*awkward silence yet again*

*caw caw caw*

"so,, um hyunjin, do you have any siblings?"

*caw caw caw*

"uh....... sure yea of course i do. i have a twin sister and an older brother. my twin sister went missing when we were five and my older brother ran away from home when i was seven."

i looked over at yubin to see her mumbling to herself.

"hey dont worry its fine. really."

she looks at me with a forced smile.

"and your parents- ohmygod i just asked a stupid question didnt i? ah fuck sorry. im bad at this."

i let out a loud laugh as she facepalms herself. she gives me a questioning look.

"hey hey relax. no need to panic so much. just breathe okay? and yes to answer your question, i do have parents. both are healthy and fully alive."

"what about you, yubin? whats your story?"

"where do i even start?"

#skz #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids implied #bang chan #kim woojin #lee know #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #felix lee #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #jyp stray kids #stray kids angst #stray kids mafia

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raveneira · 6 years

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KawaSara

Completely off topic of Todays episode but are people really that salty about the KawaSara ship? it’s literally SasuSaku all over again in terms of the arguments used against them

Which btw I still wanna know where are all the SasuSaku fans that apparently support KawaSara because its like SasuSaku [which it isnt in any way shape or form its completely unique in comparison imo] because I have yet to see anyone but anti’s making this claim

And yes Im a SasuSaku shipper and I ship KawaSara but not because I think its anything like SasuSaku because I dont

What I dont get isnt why people dont like the ship because to each their own, what I dont get is the bullshit reasoning on why KawaSara shippers are ‘bad’ or ‘delusional’ or the most common ‘he did nothing but insult her the entire chapter!’

No he did not, here’s what actually happened

For Kawaki’s first time trying Taiyaki Sarada suggests he try the custard one to which Kawaki defiantly chooses chocolate instead, Sarada asks if she could have a bite since she’s never tried the chocolate flavored one and Kawaki refuses because its his and why should he share it with an asshole like her

Kawaki desires freedom and to make his own decisions, Sarada suggested custard but Kawaki wanted to make his own decision and decided on chocolate which Kawaki surprisingly enjoyed, Sarada asks for a bite of HIS snack that HE chose for himself and belongs to him and takes offense to it which shows he probably doesnt get the concept of sharing the same way he wasnt familiar with what a snack was and took it as a sign of her wanting to take from him which makes her an asshole

You could take the Taiyaki as his free will so sharing it with Sarada would be like sharing or giving his free will to her which he doesnt wanna do

Then a kid ran into Kawaki and he reflexively attacked him but was stopped by Naruto, afterwards Sarada went over to the two boys to check on them and apologized for Kawaki’s actions, Sarada is a kind and caring person so naturally, she is angry at Kawaki for his outburst

He calls Sarada an asshole again which he calls everyone, ‘he didnt call Hinata, Himawari or Ino an asshole though!’ yeah and know why? because neither Hinata, Himawari nor Ino gave him a REASON to

Kawaki only addresses people as assholes that he feels is trying to control him, is hostile towards him, or just ticks him off

Hinata barely said two words to him, Himawari also hardly had any interaction with him and Ino was just being extra polite because of the ‘mission’ and had no reason to be hostile towards Kawaki nor him to her

Sarada on the other hand? she’s getting on his case for nearly killing an innocent kid for no reason, Kawaki tells her to shut up and brushes it off as just giving them a taste of the real world, Sarada PERSISTS yelling at him more for using his upbringing [which atm she doesnt know the full story] as an excuse for his behavior, this of course anger’s Kawaki but he doesnt yell at her or lash out and instead asks why she’s even coming along when it has nothing to do with her

Kawaki could have easily yelled at her the way she was at him especially when she played down his upbringing but instead, he just calls her an asshole and asks why she even bothered coming along

My point is Sarada is being hostile towards Kawaki, she’s yelling at him, telling him his actions were wrong when he believes they are justified, saying his upbringing is no excuse for his behavior, Kawaki doesnt like being talked down to and he definitely doesnt like being told what he should and shouldnt do which Sarada was doing and was thus an asshole

Sarada ONCE AGAIN gets on his case, this time for picking a random vase instead of choosing seriously which this time Kawaki does yell at her because again Kawaki does not like being told what to do

He doesnt like being controlled for obvious reasons, Kawaki wants freedom from Jigen and Kara etc and to have free will which is something he wasnt allowed to have so Sarada or anyone else getting on his case about anything triggers a negative reaction from him because he doesn't want to be controlled which he feels Sarada is trying to do by butting in when it has nothing to do with her

The only reason Naruto even gets some respect is because he’s powerful and goes out of his way to be nice to him but he doesnt really like being told what to do by Naruto either but he knows that he has no choice in the matter since he stands no chance of escaping

Kawaki himself is not inherently bad nor does he hate people just for the hell of it, as Naruto said ‘dont you have any sense of sociability?’ to which Kawaki sarcastically replies ‘Hmph...unfortunately it was caused by my bad upbringing’ in reference to what Sarada said earlier

But we see Kawaki does have empathy since he did and does feel bad about breaking the vase and he is going out of his way to make it up to Boruto even though they dont exactly get along Kawaki IS capable of feeling remorse and compassion, he’s just traumatized and doesnt exactly have much experience socially

Bottom line is Kawaki is still very socially inexperienced and is always on edge and on the defensive never knowing when someone’s going to try and hurt him, he has serious trust issues and rightfully so so his treatment of Sarada shouldnt really have been a surprise and even Sarada herself doesnt feed into Kawaki’s insult [the way Boruto does] and just ignores it

If Sarada doesnt care and isnt fazed by the insult why’s the fandom? Sarada’s clearly capable of handling Kawaki, she isnt afraid of him nor does she back down from him and stands her ground

But I love how all the anti’s main argument is about the insult and zero potential when literally this happened after all that

When Sarada see’s Kawaki’s frightened reaction in dropping the vase from his PTSD she realizes Kawaki’s past might be more traumatic then she thought, seeing Naruto hug him and tell him he’s safe here also probably tipped her off to how much Kawaki was really struggling which is when this happened

Sarada tells Kawaki he can rely on her and come to her whenever since she too wants to be Hokage like Naruto is and as Hokage, it is their duty to be there for those in need which in this case is Kawaki

This shows Sarada’s change in attitude towards him from thinking hes just a rude jerk to seeing how frightened he really is, even after Kawaki was rude to her, in the end, she STILL offers to be there for him and to come to her if anything troubles him

Naruto even says that their friends now which Kawaki doesn't deny and just tells Naruto its none of his business ‘shithead’

Funny how he says this to Naruto even after he hugged and comforted him moments ago but its no big deal then right? Im done

I could go on with more panels and go more in-depth with my points but that honestly isnt necessary because the chapter spoke for itself, Kawaki is a very damaged kid with a terrible upbringing and because of it has terrible social skills but isnt a bad person and just wants freedom from those who wish to control and use him

His hostility towards Sarada was reconciled at the end and so was Sarada’s hostility towards him so really the whole ‘he was rude/insulted her!’ or ‘they hate each other!’ or my favorite ‘they have zero potential!’ arguments are all debunked within the chapter

Oh and about the zero potential thing, Sarada mentioning how she’s aiming to be the Hokage too shortly after Naruto hugged and comforted him after his panic attack seems like pretty clear potential to me

She’s basically saying she’s willing to be there for him the way Naruto’s there for him right now which is a pretty good set up for their relationship since Kawaki REALLY needs that support and comfort and most importantly security, if Sarada can offer him that then thats a pretty good start that could build up to something more

But we’re a long ways off from that so I dont even see the big deal yet but apparently anti’s just had to start BS accusing SS shippers of shipping KS because we think its like SasuSaku which I cannot stress enough it ISNT and the only ones who think they ARE is the anti’s themselves so I donno man

All Im sayin is I ship it because I see the potential bond there and I think most of the KS shippers do too, if your anti-KS thats fine but please stop the BS because we all know what its really about

#pro-kawasara #semi rant #im sick of the bs comparison man #KS is NOT SS #they have nothing in common #nothing at all #just stop it #we all know what its really about #projecting their hate for SS onto KS because for some reason THEY SEE the similaritys and thus hate them for it #i have no problem with people who dislike the ship because at first i didnt either #what i have a problem with is the bs reasoning given for why its a bad ship and why shippers are bad for shipping it #Raven-que

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luna473 · 4 years

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Water Attracts Lightning // Zuko X Kasami (OC) [FanFiction]

Chapter 2: “It’s hard to hate someone once you understand them.”

Zuko's P.O.V

"Excuse me, Fire Lord."

I shoot up from my bed. Who the hell has the nerve to come into my bedroom and wake me at this hour? My dark brown almost black hair is unbrushed, and in a complete mess. My face obviously tired, the bags underneath my eyes are getting more noticeable every day.

"Show yourself."

I angrily spit out. I know i'm being unreasonable but at this point I'm so tired I don't even know what I'm doing. The woman steps into my room from the doorway.

"Mai. How many times do I have to tell you to not come into my chambers."

I turn away from her, clearly distraught and running my fingers through my hair.

"Well Zuko-"

"Its Fire Lord to you."

Mai crosses her arms and rolls her eyes, shifting her weight. Clearly unamused from my tone of voice.

"Sorry, Fire Lord. The generals requested your presence in the dining hall."

"Great,"

I roll my eyes.

"You can leave now."

"Zuko, if you hate me so much then why am I still living here?"

"Mai..just drop it."

"No Zuko. I'm tired of this hostility, it feels like you don't even care about me anymore."

She must think I'm stupid. As if I'm going to sit around and let her underestimate me. Take me as some fool. No. As the Fire Lord I have eyes and ears all over the entire fire nation.

"Don't think I don't know exactly where you go after dark, Mai. Leave. Now."

I snapped at her. I see her eyes widen as she realizes that I know everything.

"Z-zuko I'm sorry. With you and I fighting all the time I took comfort in him and-"

"Save your lies. We're done here. Leave the palace and don't come back,"

"You're lucky I'm not banishing you."

Mai goes to say something but quickly bites her tongue. She looks down sadly and finally decides to leave my chamber. I hate this. I hate this dark place. Thinking to myself, I'm suddenly interrupted by a small knock at my door.

"Mai I told you to get out, dont make me-,"

One of my servants peeks her head in through the door and lifts a cup of tea to my view.

"Oh. Sorry."

"I'm sorry to bother you Fire Lord Zuko, I was wondering if you would like some Jasmine Tea?"

"Thank you. Is there any news?"

"Yes sir. Your beach house on Ember Island has been completely redone and is ready for you whenever you wish."

This is great! I finally get to take a break from this dreadful palace. I finally get to relax on my own. No Mai, no people, no problems.

"Pack my bags and ready a ship right away. I want to be there by tonight."

"Yes sir."

She scurries out of my room after setting my tea down on my night stand. I take a few sips and breathe. Finally. I get up out of my king bed and look in the mirror. My tired eyes and disheveled appearance staring back at me.

"I look like shit."

I wash my face and brush my hair, excited for my night at Ember Island. I haven't been there since I went with Katara, Aang, Sokka, Toph and Suki a couple years ago. I can't help but be a little envious of Katara and Aang, and Sokka and Suki. I haven't seen them in so long. All of them seem to be so secure in their relationships, loving, and know how to communicate. When Mai and I were dating, all we did was fight. I shake my head and try to forget those times. I put on my traditional Fire Lord clothes and get ready for my depart. As I exit my door the captain of my ship notifies me that everything is ready.

"Lets go."

I step onboard. We take off and finally, I have a smile on my face.

Kasami's P.O.V

"My head.."

I groan in pain as I open my eyes.

"Oh no,"

I notice my hands are bound with metal and chains, and I frantically look around to try and figure out where the hell I am. I hear a small whimper come from next to me. Aang's hands and feet are bound as well.

"Aang! Wake up!"

With no response, I realize he's still out cold. Shit! What the hell happened? I close my eyes and try to remember the events of the other morning. It comes back in bits and pieces, but as I look around I notice something.

"Where's Katara and Sokka?"

I whisper to myself, looking around for my friends. Suddenly, I hear the sound of a door being opened in the distance.

"Well what do we have here?"

I whip my head around to see a tall man, not much older than myself. His light brown eyes glaring at me like he knows that I am powerless.

"What's your name again sweetheart?"

He smirks at me. I glare back at him, staring him down.

"What do you want?"

I spat at him, stepping closer to the bars of my cage.

"That was not the answer to my question gorgeous."

"Where are my friends?"

"Still not the answer, but I'll let that one slide."

"Where do you have them?"

I raise my voice, obviously getting angry. He swiftly runs up to my cage while getting his small, pitch black pocket knife out from his jacket.

"You should know better than to speak to me with that tone little girl,"

"After all, I'm the one who knows how to chi block. I can easily take away your bending."

Little girl? Chi blocked? What happened to us?

"If you don't tell me where they are I swear to god I'll-"

Before I can finish my sentence he grabs my neck and pulls me closer. He opens his knife and puts it on my throat.

"You'll do what?"

He angrily spits at me. I look up at him, staring with all the hatred in my body.

"Just tell me if they're okay."

"Well..I wouldn't say that they are doing too well. That Sokka has a smart mouth you know, the boss doesn't let anyone, and I mean anyone disrespect him."

My eyes widen at his words.

"and Katara...she's got too much of a temper. Lets just say we had to give her a small punishment."

He smirks at me as he runs his blade dangerously close to my neck. With one swift move he could easily end my life right then and there. Thankfully, he lowers it down. If anyone knows me at all, the one thing you should never do, is mess with the people I love.

"I promise you, if you do anything to them I will end you."

"Shhh..we wouldn't want your friends to end up like mom and dad, would you?"

My eyes widen even more, my blood boiling. My fists balled inside their metal prison, and my nails digging into my palms.

"It's so pathetic watching someone beg for their life when you threaten them with a little...fire."

He lifts his pointer finger, a tiny flame sprouting from it. That's enough.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Let my friends go now before I end you and anyone-"

My face reddens and my eyes glowing with spite. I see him drop his blade as he looks at me with fear.

"-you've ever loved. You are going to wish you had never been born."

At this point I'm screaming, blinded by my loathing for this boy. I don't notice until after I'm done unleashing my words that he's now on his knees looking up at me.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Its not m-me!"

I look down and notice my hands pointed towards him. Am I...blood bending? I make him stand up as I watch him groan in pain.

"How...are you...doing this?"

He musters out as I lift him off the ground.

"Making you wish you were never born."

I bend his blood to make him point his own blade towards himself. I smile as I see the fear in his eyes, my own hatred and guilt from not being able to save my family blinding me from seeing anything else.

"P-please! I'll do anything! Please stop."

"Unlock my cage and my hands, or I will NOT hesitate to drive this blade straight into your-"

"Okay! I'll do it!"

I drop him from off the ground and he lands on his knees. He unlocks my cage and releases my hands. Observing and shaking them off, I look up at him.

"Finally."

My smirk suddenly turns into a face of concern as I hear Aang behind me.

"Kasami?"

I whip my head around to see him rubbing his eyes in his prison.

"Aang! You're okay!"

I run over to his cage and hug him through the bars.

"Are you hurt anywhere? What ca-"

"WATCH OUT!"

I turn around and move swiftly out of the way as the man who unlocked my cage throws his blades in my direction. Missing most of them, one blade cuts my side pretty deep. I yell in pain as I look down to see the side of my waist bleeding profusely.

"I thought I already demonstrated to you what happens when you make me angry!"

Lifting my hands up and focusing on his blood, I make him drop the remainder of his blades and lift him off the ground. He writhes in pain as I continue to bend him. Before I can notice the shadow behind me, a different man comes up from behind and chi blocks me, temporarily stopping my bending abilities but not my arms.

"Shit!"

They boy drops onto the floor as I turn around to fight. I swiftly aimed for his face and connected. As he jabs and punches I manage to dodge his every move. He must not know who he's fighting. I smirk as I chi block his arms, making him unable to move them.

"You're not the only one who knows how to chi block."

The other boy comes up from behind and swings his legs onto mine, effectively knocking me onto the ground. I jump back up quickly and go for a hit to his face. He blocks my jab, then counter punches me in my jaw, and then in my nose. I cough and step back as I wipe the blood off my face. I jump up as he swings at me again, holding onto the bars on the ceiling above him. He misses me and accidentally punches the other man. I hop down behind him and kick his back, effectively pushing the both of them onto the ground. Their heads hitting the ground and successfully making them go unconscious.

"Kasami! Are you alright?"

Aang yells as I limp over to him, bruised and bleeding.

"I'm fine. Now let's try to find a way to open this cage."

"I don't think we're gonna have enough time for that."

He points over to the group of guards entering from the east doorway, one group after the other.

"No..There's gotta be more than fifty men."

They all start running up the staircase towards them.

"Kasami quick, take this whistle climb to the top and call Appa. Get out of here!"

"Aang are you crazy?! No way am I leaving you here."

The men getting dangerously close every second, Aang looks down at me.

"Kasami, you have to go get help, there's no way you can take every single one of these guys yourself."

I look up at him, tears swelling in my eyes.

"You have to go. You cannot win by yourself. I know you'll come back for us with reinforcements."

Aang gives me a goofy, but reassuring smile.

"I promise. I'll come back and save you guys as fast as I can."

It goes against everything in my body to leave the most important people in my life, but I know Aang is right. I have to go. I climb back up onto the next floor and find a doorway that leads me up to the roof. I blow Aang's bison whistle and hope Appa will hear it. A couple seconds go by and I notice Appa flying in the distance. I flail my arms in the air and yell for him.

"Come on buddy! Right here!"

Appa lands on the roof next to me. I run up to him and hug his huge body

"Thank you."

Before I could even begin to get on Appa, a group of fire bender guards appear from behind me.

"Stop right there!"

They all charge at once, I get burnt and hit multiple times.

"Stop...please."

I whisper quietly as I try to get out of their grasp. I know its too late to climb onto Appa from the roof. I know what I need to do. A guard tightens his grip on my ankle before I kick him, forcing him to let go. I scramble to my feet and begin to run to the edge.

"Come on Appa!"

I scream for him hoping he'll understand what to do. I fling myself off the edge of the roof, Appa speeding towards me. A couple seconds too late, I manage to grab on to one of his legs.

"Go boy, go!"

I urge him to keep flying even though I am hanging on by a thread. The guards start throwing fire towards our direction, successfully burning me on my side and arm. I wince in pain, my entire body in agony. As Appa flies away, I can feel myself slipping. My skin burnt and bruised, my cut still bleeding profusely. I manage to hang on to Appa for a little bit longer before I notice a small island coming into view.

"I can't...I can't hold on any longer."

My consciousness slips from me as I let go of Appa, falling onto the the small island.

Zuko's P.O.V

"Fire Lord Zuko, welcome to your Ember Island villa."

My servant opens the huge doors to my vacation home, I walk right in and look out my windows to see the beach right in front.

"Thank you. You may leave me now."

He bows and quickly runs off. Finally. Relaxation. This is the first vacation I've had in years and the most privacy I've gotten in a long, long time. I step outside on my own private beach, and lay down my towel to lay in the sun. Without warning, I hear a faint scream from the woods surrounding the beach. Followed by a thud, I swiftly get up and look around.

"What was that?"

I step into the woods, walking in the direction I heard the scream from. I notice broken branches in front of me, so I must be going the right way. I peer over the corner of a rock to see a girl, laying on her stomach on the forest floor. Her long dark hair in a complete mess. I quickly run over to her. Shes bleeding and hurt, bruises all over her body. I notice a water tribe symbol on her bracelet. Whats a water tribe girl doing in the fire nation? I turn her over and brush the hair out of her face. My eyes widen and my body grows tense as I finally realize who it is.

"Oh my god...Kasami?"

She opens her eyes just the tiniest bit and opens her mouth to say something.

"Help."

She manages to muster out one word before falling back to sleep. As much as I hate this woman, she's bleeding out. I can't just leave her here. That's something my father would do, and I refuse to be like him. I take my shirt off and rip it into strips, tying it around her wounds to make sure she doesn't bleed too much. I pick her up, her head resting on my chest. I trek back to my villa and call out for all my assistants.

"Get the healers here immediately and make sure she doesn't die."

"Right away, sir."

I lay her broken body down onto my bed, and begin to collect the supplies for my healers. Good thing I brought then, or she would certainly be dead right now.

After hours of helping clean her up and bandaging her wounds, I finally got to lay down. I rested on the couch next to my bed. I watched her for hours to make sure she was still breathing.

"What happened to you?"

"Wheres Katara, Sokka, and Aang?"

I whispered quietly to myself, wondering about everything that happened.

After a while, I drifted off in to sleep.

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d0ntw0rrybehappy · 5 years

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10/7/2019

brandon and i went down to the train tracks by the la river. parked the car in the arts district. down past the “soho warehouse” the social club up on the rooftop and the barely reformed warehouses bombed-out looking.

we’d walked around the industrial quarter of downtown at night earlier in the week. putrid smell of clothes and trash on the ground. i don’t know how clothes and stuff gathers like that for the homeless. there are smells downtown that make me worried i’m going to get a disease. a lot of things originate here. roaches and rats and old-school plagues. the tents here in los angeles are really really intense. some are big. they mark off sections of the sidewalk and you don’t see what’s going on inside (Behind cloth walls). people stick together and make tent cities. a lot of the houseless people look like just average citizens. just normal people who haven’t been tattooed by homelessness yet. we walked past people staggering under the floodlights trying to erase the darkness of the alleys. weeds 6 foot high these new weeds that i dont remember from before that now remind me of places like this. they grow tall and ugly and hairy almost, they grow straight up. brandon and i walked looking for a burger shop. i was more scared than he was. past a van blasting mexican music, the kind with trumpets and sort of a ballad. at first i was comforted by the sound but by brandon’s hesitation i noticed it was weird to play such a thing to an alleyway, at 2:00 in the morning.

getting home to a warm bed was a relief. somewhere warm and safe where you don’t have to look behind you or be afraid. we saw a guy walking who kept looking behind him. we saw black and white helicopters flying overhead, LAPD, so many. we saw industrial workers at these giant wholesale warehouses getting things ready for the morning. pulling things out of trucks and putting them in. it felt safe there too. it felt like the kind of situation where you could die but probably wouldn’t. there were hibiscus flowers.

the thumping gunshots of the hardcore rave we’d gone to when getting here felt so wrong. $20 each for security guards, warehouse space and paying the artists well. young friendly healthy-looking people with a table of dj equipment. meanwhile we’re in the middle of one of la’s many hoods and a uniquely terrible one. the angry aggressive electronic music carries for blocks of this derelict place and the uncomfortable looking tenant building next to us. i wonder what homeless people say about the warehouse parties that go on in skid row and the fashion district. it’s a tale as old as time for the artists to go where it’s cheap and grimey but the discrepancy felt too great and it felt wrong to stand on the rooftop where cool kids were hanging out and smoking cigarettes and looking out from the tower onto the rough and deeply dangerous and deeply unwell street. as we left a man staggered in our direction from the mouth of the alleyway and we went in the other direction.

at another warehouse party i attended in skid row the streets were alive with homeless people, there was no sidewalk because the tents took up the sidewalk and so the people that lived there and hung around there took to the street. the streets were filled with people like a slow-motion bedlam. a woman sitting on a broken stool saw us first, getting out of the lyft, looking lost. she told us to come and told us exactly where the rave was. we said thank you and were grateful for her kindness because we were afraid. she offered us weed or meth and said had we got anything and we said no, she asked if we had money and my friend max who is wonderful this way gave her twenty dollars. we should have left then but had stayed too long and four or five others came over and they asked for money too. we didn’t know what to do because we all wanted to be kind to homeless people in that naive way and we just stood there and began to catch the attention of others who began coming over from the farther reaches. the first woman asked us all how old we were and at this point i hostilely lied. max told her the truth. then a tired-looking black man with glasses came down from somewhere and told the original woman that it was time for us to go and to leave us alone. he said it like he knew her, like they were family and they listened and they all went back.

we went into the rave guarded by a big strong man and the walls were 10 feet high and made of cement with barbed wire on top. inside was plasticky neon basic EDM music and lots of people. and it was so loud no one could have slept next the building. it made me think about rising waters and tension and the possibility of riots. us safe in our cement barbed wire and the oceans of suffering outside. i think of someone saying “just let me look at you” and spreading them apart with a magnifying glass, a rape of the city. brandon and i are obsessed or at least very interested in these insanely tough neighborhoods and i can’t think of why it’s not poverty tourism. i think it’s okay but you have to talk to people and not treat them like animals and you have to understand that this isn’t an aesthetic. it’s hard because i aestheticize everything especially the dark parts of life but increasingly when i come home after experiences like this i feel stressed. it makes me feel precarious. i feel like i’m doing some kind of duty if i do it right but i’m also afraid i might die. LA isn’t providence. if i was ever scared or worried in providence, LA is the big dogs it’s the major leagues it’s where all this shit gets ever more concentrated and ever more stark. i get scared when we get home at night. i don’t know how many people, poor people have to tell me that this life fucking sucks and i should never wish it on anyone so why would i even go here. it’s so not normal and it’s twisted. but i can’t stop because i feel like there’s something i have to do, maybe, and i just have to be careful that i don’t become another arm of the culture-raping gentrifying cycle but for this to actually be it.

anyway when i start talking about my privilege i just end up in this endless cycle thought machine so i’ll tell you what we did and what else happened.

after that night we went to the la river and i parked the car in the arts district and we started looking for a weak spot into the river. i thought it’d be a kind of safe tunnel through the city because there’s a bike path i’d biked along at some point as a kid. but there was no sidewalk next to the river here and it was all fenced off to get there in the parking lots of factories and warehouses and restaurants, well fenced or gated, and there were people around. so we walked and walked and found a place at maybe baby 667 took a right. brandon kept saying maybe baby maybe baby and we walked into the back of a wholesale truck place where the cargo crate attaches to the wall of the building like the tunnel between an airport and airplane. nothing there, no way in. we went the other direction towards a construction site and there was a way in there, it was a sunday so construction was halted. there was a fence we could easily have crawled under into what looked like a tunnel down into the river next to a metro building, but we weren’t sure if a ticket person was sitting in the booth in the parking lot and we walked nother 40 feet past a man in an orange and yellow reflective vest who looked at us a little funny.

for the life of us we couldn’t find an opening, it must have been an hour. i was surprised. into the arts district through hennesy and ingalls it felt like we were being directed. or protected. it got super rich and gentrified, turns out after verve coffee roasters skid row was .2 miles to the left, but we were being directed along this long shaped metal outside-tunnel wall thing through the safe parts and we started getting frustrated thinking we were losing the river because there’d never be a weak spot here.

we reached a bridge that would bring us across the river to the other side and thus into east la. i knew we had to ascend the stairs, i just knew for some reason. next to another or the same metro building with crabgrass we took one last look at a possibility -- a weakly fenced crack between two buildings. in front of the fence was a stinky pile of waste and i lifted my pants and hopped across it afraid to touch it even with my feet as brandon held back behind. it was truly a crevasse, about four feet across and it looked like there were people in or recently had been. brandon sort of wanted to go but i said it looked strange, something wrong, claustrophobic. when we ascended the stairs of the bridge and looked down the crack ended in a dead end. somebody had lived there like a snake in the rock. trapped themselves but banking on the idea that no one else would want to take the risk and enter either. jon said it was like literally being backed into a corner, no other place to go. he said it was sad.

we crossed the bridge and saw a man that startled brandon but more on that later. we took a left to keep going north up along the river but almost immediately i took a breath. there was writing on the wall that looked strange. it looked like it had been written by a white crusty. it had this bloody dripping quality, scrawled and was almost a paragraph, some sentence i dont remember about the water rising perhaps. and when it distracted me or sort of spoke to me i suddenly realized that that was it: the opening.

we went through the space between the bridge and the building and suddenly we were there. a big gravel parking lot with rusted traincars parked and empty. to our left under the bridge a homeless encampment. a latina woman walked in the opposite direction of us between tent and sink or something like someone just going about their fucking day in the glare of sunlight and public and the hunched stress of poverty, but also just a young woman living. i didn’t feel unsafe much at all near them. people form tent cities often to feel more safe. community and protection behind cloth walls and the neverending threat of having to move and leave a lot of what you’ve got behind and stake out another place in unknown territory on the street.

the parking lot had a surprising amount of cars in it. i actually dont know how cars drove in there. a lot of the cars were kind of nice and some were driving kind of weirdly, backing up and making U turns or just circling a little bit. not like they were waiting to make a drug deal though. just this weird collision of privacy out in the public. a man and wife and two little kids got out of the car and started taking pictures with their iphones. of the la river and the train tracks. there were a number of people like that. brandon and i were both in ponytails and loose and dark clothes, tucked so nothing was sticking out, comfortable clothes you could move in, dark in the heat. we walked right past the family who looked at us almost like we could be the dangerous ones. we walked past them along the tracks, under the bridge and into a new sort of zone. not directly into the la river because it is remarkably visible and vulnerable, wash of sunbaked gray cement through the whole city -- could see us from a mile. we walked along it though we did see a tunnel going from the riverside into the underground of the city.

a sign said no trespassing no dumping though we saw many putrid piles of homelessness that brandon said were very much like the ones he saw at the border. people have to leave their stuff behind and he called them artifacts, photos of family and religious items, which was beautiful to me because many of these items were so disposable and transient. and the stink of displacement, the stink of stress on people’s backs. we saw many of them and heard voices in the shadows the way you heard animals and i had to remind myself that this was not the apocalypse, every man for himself, these were people living behind cloth walls in the back alley we traversed in the heat. we tried to walk quietly on the tracks themselves. a tent under the bridge solemn and silent like a shrine.

we walked quietly on the tracks themselves so our feet wouldnt rattle the gravel of slag and asphalt. actually i told brandon to do that. i think he’s street smart but sometimes he surprises me -- he doesnt slip or sneak. i sneak like a cat when im in places like this. i dont know if he’s right to be unafraid to me he’s being a dope. brandon had brought the weed without me realizing and it was time to smoke. we sat to the side of the train tracks back out from under the bridge in the yellow heat of sun and dried out los angeles plant weeds waiting to be revived by rain which grew thick here unlike other places where they just die. he lit the joint and the trouble started.

we heard a train whistle in the distance and we were both like shit active train tracks. railside traffic lights had turned green and we thought the train was coming just as the no trespassing sign became obvious in front of us. usually trespassing isn’t a big deal but sometimes it is. once in a park a sheriff found us with his flashlight off way in the hedges and wrote us all up.

plus we were high. so we ran to the opposite end of the track where we could crouch behind a low wall and kept sipping on the joint which almost caught fire to my hair and the weeds lol. then brandon looked at his watch and it was time to go so he could make it to work on time. so we went up the hill behind the wall because we heard traffic and thought it might be just a street. plus we found a modest footpath made by a person. industrial relics, old rusted things with many pieces lodged in the side of the hill we passed. brandon said this was the same at the border too, these little paths. he followed me because i’m good at scrambling. and we slowly poked our heads up and it was...

a construction site. another empty one. the traffic right beyond. i felt vulnerable out in the open like that -- we were even visible to some of the road, and it looked like someone could come out from one of the bulldozers or cranes at any minute. we edged along the shadow in the perimeter and i feigned confidence that i could get us out but my legs felt shakey and brandon was quickly losing confidence in me. i wished i could have been a better leader. there were many places we could just scale and jump out to the sidewalk but i didn’t know what we were jumping into. the way there was crawling with cop cars, and, i dont know. the spaces between chainlink fences were too small and we watched a guy about our age bike by without noticing us. that’s a funny feeling that’s happened a few times in places like this. everyday life just beyond the fence.

it’s a nightmarish feeling, to be trapped at a dead end. the flow of your movement cut off. i don’t know how to explain it. it’s not the fear that some big scary person is going to come after you right then. it’s the fear of being trapped. i’ve, yeah, had dreams about it and it’s happened to me a couple times. you have to go back the way you came. eventually brandon made the call to just walk the way back. we walked back and being high we managed to really freak each other out.

first there was a sound behind us. looked up. police helicopter. they regularly patrol los angeles particularly downtown. or maybe it was on a mission who knows. they patrol the border too, and fly low to terrify people. this one flew right above our heads. why here, at the riverside? i imagined organized executions, shootings going on here in this overgrown alleyway walled off from the street. visible only from that other dimension. being high we both flipped that the helicopter was going to say something to us. i just stood up straight, moved to the shadows and kept walking like business as usual. police bluff. we didn’t turn around.

then we heard the craziest fucking thing. it was like a bird, loud and low by our ears. a big bird, a bird with big windpipes. and i swear to you there was something deliberate in its call. though the notes were many the way it was played had none of the wild animalness of a bird, none of the changes in dynamic, none of the rhythms beyond humans. it sounded like it was being played...on some kind of flute or whistle. it was going on behind us mixing with the helicopter blades. it, too, felt like it was about us. i think it was some kind of signal but brandon insists it was just a bird. but he didn’t say that then. i fucking swear it wasn’t a bird. i don’t know what it was. the signal idea’s beautiful but the melody was rather complex (and did not repeat). to know what that meant would really be a whole language. maybe it was just someone trying to attract a bird. whatever it was it played at our backs as we beat it.

that’s all i want to say for today peace out

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honeybeemain · 7 years

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Light // An Underfell Fanfic // Ch. 2

Y/N walks down the street quietly, keeping her head up and eyes straight ahead. She tries to make herself as tiny as possible so she doesn’t run into anybody because last time she did, they threatened to slit her throat on the spot. And since Y/N is very keen on keeping her throat perfectly intact, she learned her lesson quickly. The walk to Grillby’s was a short one, the monsters keep the apartment complex’s close to their work so that way they could be punctual. (And so that way if the owner needed to teach someone a lesson they wouldn’t have to walk that far but Y/N tried not to think about that too much.)

There wasn’t much to see on her walk besides gray buildings and threatening posters, not many monsters or people wandered the streets freely due to the fact that everything was still hostile and everyone was on edge. Lost in thought, Y/N didn’t even see the person sprint towards her. She grunted, being pushed backwards into the monster behind her. Y/N flushed red, apologizing quickly as she tried to look for the human who had been in such a rush but before she could even get a good look, the monster grabbed her by her shirt and held her up. Y/N’s feet dangled delicately off the ground as she stared into the angry dog’s eyes. Wait…dog?

“Who do you think you are human, huh? Bumping into me? You’re barking up the wrong tree buddy.” Dogaressa spat out, tightening her hold as Y/N squeaked.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to! I was pushed! I know you, you go to Grillby’s a lot right? I could get you a free drink or something justpleasedontkillme.” She quickly said, her voice trembling and eyes squeezed shut as she rushed out the last part.

Dogaressa held her there for a little longer before dropping her, letting out a huff. Y/N quickly took in a breath, thanking whatever person was looking out for her above that she didn’t get an axe through her skull. Dogaressa sneered at her but walked away and into the bar, leaving Y/N outside to take a couple of more breaths before walking into work. And god would she need it.

Y/N walked into the bar, looking at how busy it was and groaning internally. It was a Friday so she didn’t know why she expected it to be slow, wishful thinking had never worked out for her before. Grillby gave her a look as she walked into the back, his flames cracking as she sheepishly smiled. She was only a minute late though so she didn’t know what he was getting so fired up about. That was pretty funny, she would have to tell that to Sans later on. With a chuckle and a fix of her shirt, Y/N threw herself into work. It was non-stop. A drink here, a burger there, it seemed like it would never end. Her, Sam, and Lucas were the only servers there tonight so it wasn’t all that bad, but still pretty awful. Y/N dropped a couple of drinks on some bunny who was drunk out of their mind, but they didn’t seem to care, saying something along the lines of, “HEY! FREE DRINKS AND FREE BATH.” Y/N would really have to mention to Grillby about setting a drink limit for some people. She moved gracefully the rest of the night though, knowing the nooks and crannies of the bar which kept her from slipping up again. Though she expected some of the help to be coming from a certain skeleton drinking mustard on the bar stool, who eyes followed her around all night. Y/N had already put in his order when she saw the fur of his hoodie come in the door, smiling at him before going back to serving the customers. She was getting ready to go deliver it to him when she heard glass break, a growl, and Sam yell in surprise and pain. Lucas was already looking out the door, eyes wide as he called her over quickly.

“Look! That dog monster has Sam up against the wall!” He stated, the bar growing quiet as Dogaressa yelled at him.

“ARE YOU TRYING TO POISON ME? I KNOW THAT SCENT, THAT’S BELLADONNA.” Dogaressa screams, her eyes dilated as she drops Sam and grabs her axe. Sam tried to scoot back, hands held up in a surrender position as he pleads with her.

“No no! I don’t even make the drinks; I swear I didn’t poison you! Please, have mercy!” He cried, tears streaming down his reddened face as the monster raises the axe above her head with a sickening grin. Sam’s eyes widen as he realizes his fate, looking around to see if anyone would stop her. Of course, all of the other patrons were watching on gleefully, some even having popcorn though he doesn’t know where the hell they got that from.

Dogaressa swings her arms down…only to be met by something tugging them back and making her fall backwards. Sam looks up, letting out a sigh of relief as he sees Y/N hanging onto the back of her axe before dropping down. He quickly takes the distraction and runs to the back, leaving Y/N to deal with a very pissed off monster and a whole bunch of other pissed off monsters who were waiting for an execution. Of course, Y/N thinks, quickly backing away from Dogaressa who she swears has steam coming out of her ears.

“You can’t kill people in here! It’s Grillby’s policy.” Y/N says, raising her head slightly and trying to sound brave but her voice cracks at the end, showing how terrified she really was. She watches as Dogaressa cackles maniacally, quickly advancing on her. Y/N tries to make a run for it only to be yanked back, the axe at her throat as the dog continues to laugh.

“Fuck the policy. Fuck you. You did this, didn’t you? Wanted to get revenge on me, hm? I can’t wait to see your blood spurt across the room, bitch.” She growled, already piercing her neck slightly making Y/N wince in pain. Whelp, I guess that person watching out for her was done with Y/N’s shit then. She braced herself for the pain, clenching her fist tightly as her heart pounded in her chest, the cheers from the other monster watching making her ears ring.

She waited…and waited, but nothing happened. Y/N cracked an eye open, only for her vision to be surrounded by red. She finally opened both eyes, looking down only to see herself floating and Dogaressa screaming in pain. Y/N was quickly pulled towards the end of the bar…next to Sans…oh…OH! This was his magic! He had saved her life! She watched as his eye flickered, red and flaming as Dogaressa was pinned to the ground with a bone in her arm.

Of course, this was exactly when Grillby entered the scene. Everyone stopped, even Sans. She was quickly dropped to the ground, her butt taking most of the impact. Grillby looked around, surveying the damage and turning his scowl to Sans. He simply shrugged his shoulders, taking a swig from his mustard bottle and standing up with his hands shoved in his pockets.

“she was aboutta stick an axe through your employee’s throat, thought ya wouldn’t like it” He states, though his tense position and sweat on his skull gave away his cool demeanor. Dogaressa whimpered, trying to pry the bone from her arm while another monster spoke up.

“That human tried to poison her! She was just doing what was right, serving justice to that disgrace of life.” Ah, another dog. This one was bigger though, much bigger. Y/N stood up, wobbling slightly as Grillby turned to her, demanding an explanation.

“Sam served Dogaressa a drink that had somehow gotten belladonna in it. Dogaressa smelled the poison, blamed it on Sam, and was going to kill him. I stepped in to save him and she turned her anger towards me. I tried to explain your policy to her but she wouldn’t listen and was going to slice my throat until Sans saved me.” Y/N explained, voice wavering at the end as she saw all the eyes directed towards her. She knew that she was outnumbered, that the other monsters were going to turn against her and try to have her executed. Grillby stared hard at her, then to Sans, then to Dogaressa who was still trying to get the bone out of her arm.

“Go back to what you all were doing. I have someone to talk to. If I hear another fight I swear I will light all of your asses on fire.” Grillby crackled, flames high and going everywhere which showed Y/N just how frustrated he was. The monsters stood there for a few more seconds before going back to their tables, muttering to themselves and shifting their eyes towards her every so often. Sans sat back down, slightly exhausted from exerting himself so much while Y/N jogged to the back to catch Grillby.

“Boss! Boss! I am deeply sorry about how I acted back there. I was trying to do the right thing but I swear on everything that I have that Sam nor I poisoned that drink. We don’t even make the drinks.” She panted, her eyes pleading as he glanced down at her with a sneer.

“I know you didn’t,” He muttered, turning to grab something from his office. “I was delivered some food today by some human in a gray hoodie and pants, he wasn’t the usual delivery guy but I figured maybe he had been replaced. But my suspicions turned out to be correct, it was foul play. Muffet.” Grillby growled the last part, handing Y/N a bandage and some hydrogen peroxide. Y/N watched him carefully before realizing it was the same guy that had bumped into her!

“I saw him earlier! He ran into me and bumped me into Dogaressa.” She said, eyebrows knitting together and a frown settling on her face. “I should’ve known something was fishy.”

Grillby shook his head, telling her not to blame herself. “Go clean that wound, I don’t want you to get blood in the food.” Y/N nodded, heading towards the bathroom but not before Grillby called her name, giving her a warning.

“Be careful next time. Doing the right thing is what gets you in situations like that. Better to be cold and reserved.” He rumbled, turning around as Y/N processed his words. She turns back around, coming out of the kitchen to head towards the bathroom when a bony hand grabbed her wrist. Sans.

“Thank you for savi-“

“i didn’t save ya. dont go around thinkin that, i just didn’t want grillby getting all pissy that blood was on his walls.” Sans grunted, letting go of her wrist and looking up at her neck. Y/N watched him for a few seconds, lips stretched in a hard line before they softened around the corners.

“Well then, if you had saved me, I would say thank you. It means a lot to have someone watching your back. But since you didn’t, I guess I’ll have to wait for the next time.” Y/N states, looking around the bar before quickly laying a kiss on the top of his skull, skirting off to the bathroom and taking care of her wound. It honestly wasn’t that bad, it’s like having a cut when you shave your legs but it’s on your neck. And given to you by a crazy dog monster who hates your guts. Maybe this was her punishment for not liking dogs?

While Y/N was in the bathroom, Sans was going off the deep end. His eyelights were out, his head and cheeks flushed red, and he couldn’t stop making sounds in the back of his throat.

“hnggggggggggggggggggggg.”

That was how Y/N found him when she came out. And she honestly found it quite adorable. But in a totally friend way and not boyfriendy way, at least that’s what she told herself anyway. She placed her chin on her hand, raising an eyebrow at him as he continued to glitch out.

“Sans? Sanssss…” She called, waving her hands in front of his face. He finally came back, though his face was still flushed. Sans looked into her eyes, his mouth turning down and voice quiet.

“ya shouldn’t do stuff like that kid, gives people the wrong ideas. And besides, i didn’t save ya so i don’t want any of yer sappy crap.” Y/N continued to watch him, his skull continuing to shrink down into his hoodie as he contemplated ordering another mustard to drown his sorrows in.

Y/N suddenly stood up, sending him another smile which he returned with a scowl and middle finger. She grabbed a pen and slip of paper, quickly scribbling something down before slipping it to him and disappearing into the back, where Sam and Lucas waited restlessly to see what had happened to their coworker who had a few choice words for Sam now that she thought about it.

Sans looked down at the paper, sweat forming on his forehead as he read it over and over again in his head.

“figured since we’ve known each other for a year, you should probably have my number. also useful for if you ever feel like saving me next time ;).”

Yup. He was going to explode.

#underfell #underfell au #uf!sans x reader #undertale #sans x reader #undertale imagine #fanfiction

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Part 6, beware of salt

Richie decides to taint MOTHER, so one of my friends can rip him a new one once they read it.

Let’s get the most painful part out of the way first… Ness and Lucas.

Ness and Lucas were busy exploring the ruins of Porky's labs.

"Any luck?" Lucas called.

"No. Nothing yet. It's seem that someone has destroyed most of Porky's army and left its sleeping capsule where Porky is trapped in unscathed" Ness said.

Are we going to get an explanation as to why Ness knows about this? Did he travel to the time period Lucas is in? Also, why is he talking?

OOC Counter: 19

I’m gonna try to avoid spoiling anything MOTHER 3 related, even if the game is over 10 years old now.

"But who would do such a thing?" Lucas asked. Ness touched the rubble and sees something shocking and he fell over. "Ness, what's wrong?" Lucas ran to him.

"The Hands, Master and Crazy!" Ness gasped "They did this, but they seemed to be controlled by an ever greater evil."

"But who could have controlled the hands?" Lucas was shocked.

"I don't know but right now, many of our friends and some unknown people are fighting towards that place. We gotta get there first! Lucas, I need your help!" Ness said getting up and straightening out his hat.

"Of course I'll help but where we're going?" Lucas asked getting up and following Ness out of the ruins.

"We're gonna help the Hands and defeat this evil which controlled them. I only hope we're not too late" Ness said as they set off.

Just leaving this here for my friend to make fun of really.

"This is the place" Ness said as he and Lucas walked into the arena. "This is the place where the evil one is."

"Wow. Sure look spooky" Lucas said a bit scared.

"Spooky? You're gonna wish for spooky when we're done with you" came a voice which make them spun around. Evil Cole and Radec were behind them.

"Argh!" Lucas hid behind Ness who stood firm.

In which Lucas summons his inner pirate.

"Tell us who you kids are, and why we should let you walk away" Radec said.

"We're here to save the world. And I suppose you are with this evil too right?" Ness snarled.

"If we are, what would you do?" Radec said.

Ness then shot a PK Thunder at them but Evil Cole blocked it with his lightning.

"If you two want to play, then I'm gonna tear you two apart" Evil Cole said.

"Not a chance! Lucas! Don't be scared! Give them everything you got!" Ness called.

"R-Right..." Lucas said getting his bravedo back as they face off against the two.

Had to just copypaste from Sir Daniel’s rival scene, huh Richie?

My friend pointed this out actually, the meeting between Lucas and Colonel Radec? Could have been much, much more interesting.

For those not familiar with Killzone…

“The Helghast homeworld is a hostile, harsh world dominated by ferocious storms and electrifying skylines. Over the years, the Helghast have proudly embraced their formidable planet and have adapted to the dangerously toxic environment.”

(from the page on Helghan)

[1/9/17, 11:22:46 PM] Batan Q: originally, Tazmily was a nice, clean place with no pollution and very nice people [1/9/17, 11:23:03 PM] Batan Q: at the end of the game, you get to New Pork City, which is crowded, polluted, and awful

(from my good friend on Skype)

Combine this with the fact Colonel Radec wears a gas mask and is a high-ranking official, Lucas would probably have some bad flashbacks to what happened in the events of MOTHER 3, and assume Radec is a threat. Not helped by how Radec can be a bit cruel.

… Richie unintentionally made something that could have been clever, but botched it.

Boring Polygon Man scene, moving on.

Returning to Onett, they sat at a coffee table.

"Well, that is something different" Lucas said.

… I can’t take this seriously. After all that, they’re sitting at a coffee table. I mean, that’s a thing in Earthbound I know, but pfft.

Pretty sure what Lucas said was ripped from Ratchet & Clank’s ending too.

"Yeah, some warriors are very interesting" Ness said "The important thing, the Hands have been freed and the world is safe again."

"Why would that whatisname been calling people from all over the universe?" Lucas said.

Damn, that’s fucking sad. Even Lucas doesn’t remember Polygon Man’s name.

Gonna slap an OOC Counter for how Lucas is acting in general.

OOC Counter: 20

And yet, Richie managed to spell the bolded part wrong too.

"I have a theory, but it may be incorrect" said Ness but then Paula ran up to them.

"Ness! Lucas! You're back! We got a problem!" Paula cried.

"Paula, what's wrong?" Ness asked concerned standing up.

"It's Porky's Army. They are coming over here again!" Paula said "Poo, Jeff and the others are holding them off as we speak."

"Again? But don't worry. We're prepared for them this time" Lucas said as he and Ness glowed blue.

"Let's go!" Ness called and they head off for battle again.

… I’m just gonna let this one sit here. Anyone who has played MOTHER 3 probably know what’s wrong with the above exchange.

Here you go Paula!

OOC Counter: 21

Now for Radec and Evil Cole, where I’m gonna be… mildly upset, fair warning.

Evil Cole was sitting around the ruins doing nothing, watching the destruction. Suddenly, a Helghast air-cruiser appear before him.

Doing nothing??

Not taking the lives of people, or searching for more power? Just, plainly doing nothing?

"Heh, well look who comes out to play" Evil Cole said as the cruiser landed and Colonel Radec came out "Leader of the Helghast. Why are you here? Are you here to be destroyed by me?"

"Of course not. But I do bring you news" Radec said "As the war between the ISA and the Helghast goes on in my world, I do sense another battle going on. A battle between dimension, and all with great power."

"And? What does that have to do with me?" Evil Cole said.

"I just thought you be up for a challenge" Radec said "You can take their energy as well as well as the huge being who has returned again. I do hope this time, they have worthy opponents."

No, no no no… no.

OOC Counter: 22

Radec would NOT be this “sporting” to someone who sucks the lives out of others for power! He would be very cautious. He may be a dick, but he’s smart.

He recognizes Evil Cole’s power, then he should be able to recognize Evil Cole would also betray him at the right chance. Radec would only turn to him, if he was desperately running low on options. Like, his other options would have to be Fat Princess, Sir Daniel, and Dont-- excuse me again, Dante, in order for him to pick Evil Cole instead.

Like, Radec would try to recruit Emmett Graves first (and force him to cooperate) probably before going to Evil Cole. Unless, Radec knows very well how to manipulate Evil Cole.

"Well, you fancy my tickle" Evil Cole said as he goes up to him "And you want to team up with me to crush them?"

Uh, I think you mixed your words up, Evil Cole. I mean, if your intent wasn’t to flirt with Radec that is…

"Exactly. Those who oppose the Helghast and you shall be eliminated. What do you say? A temporary truce for now?" Radec said.

"Why not" Evil Cole agreed "Sound like fun. A lot of special people huh? Let's find them."

"Good" Radec said as the two head off "We'll will find them, and we will show them what true power looks like!"

No mentions on how Radec should be on his toes about the whole thing? Richie, c’mooooon, I’m seriously not gonna get off your back about how bad you are with writing him.

"I'm afraid our search for a worthy opponent may have been in vain. If this is the true threat to the Helghast, we have nothing to worry about" Radec said as they reach their destination. He then saw Evil Cole saw someone and he saw Ness and Lucas coming up to them. "Well... now they sent kids after us, huh?"

Did Evil Cole or Radec say that? It sounds more like something the former would say.

Copypasted from their own rival scenes too. Ugh.

"Good afternoon, kids" Evil Cole said approaching them grabbing their attention "Anything we can help you with?" Lucas hid behind Ness a bit afraid as Ness glared. "It was a simple question".

… So it was Radec saying that first bit? Then…

OOC Counter: 23

"I can sense dangerous powers within you two. Are you in league with this evil?" Ness said.

"Even if we are or not, you two seemed to be worthy opponents. Now, are you going to stand there mumbling, or do you know how to use that power of yours?" Radec said taking out his knife.

Holy shit, Radec, they’re just kids!

OOC Counter: 24

I’m pretty certain he would be thinking “do not mind them, they are children”, then be attacked by crazy, PSI attacks or something, so he changes his mind about it while Evil Cole is ready to take their powers.

Radec wouldn’t care for someone younger and under his league. Only if they were intentionally picking a fight with him to begin with, or fought their way up, would he perhaps let them “humor him”.

Remember, he’s not at war with ISA here, and… he kinda can’t kill anyone here. Radec’s just curious about what opponents can match his talents, all while reaching Polygon Man.

Evil Cole just wants more power, and wants to see what weirdos are around.

"I guess we have to fight" Lucas said.

"We won't let you get away with this" Ness said "we're gonna teach you a lesson!"

"OK, kids" Evil Cole said, getting fed up with them "How about instead of candy, I stuff my foot in your mouth!" He then spark electricity in his hands.

"Good. Let's hope this provides more than a momentary diversion, though somehow I think it won't!" Radec said as they prepared to fight.

Copy and paaaste, copy and paaaste.

Just press control-C, then a V,

And you’ll copy and paaaaste.

… That was my copypaste song, I hope you liked it.

"You two again? Not after my power are you?" Polygon Man said.

"Ah, the threat to the Helghast, we meet again" Radec said.

"But not for long" Evil Cole said as they prepared to fight.

Polygon Man just sounds irritated here, like “ugh, I don’t have time for you two, go home”. It actually kinda works though for his character.

As for their endings?

HE LITERALLY COPY AND PASTED THEIR RESPECTIVE ENDINGS. No changes, just boring monologue!

Interesting turn of events where Evil Cole betrays Colonel Radec? Or maybe he can’t, and reluctantly only takes half of the power, but wants to find a way to pursue Radec?

Nope! Richie was out of any “creative” steam I guess.

Uuuuuuugh… Okay, now…

How much should have been changed? A lot. In fact, there are three fucking different ways to rewrite this.

Scenario 1: Change this rivalry, so it’s Lucas and Toon Link, against Colonel Radec and Sir Daniel Fortesque.

For Lucas and Toon Link’s story intro, Lucas finds himself warped to the Great Sea, which is stormy. Tetra doesn’t understand how the heck Lucas boarded her ship, or why the Great Sea is so chaotic, so they set course for where the source of this madness could be. Although Lucas is unsure about the circumstances, Toon Link makes it clear that they’ll work together to stop the stormy weather.

In a last ditch effort to find someone to help him, Radec threatens his rival to cooperate with him, knowing that Sir Daniel cannot rest again because of Polygon Man’s coming back. Radec does not plan on sharing any power with Sir Daniel, and will drop him back to his grave once he’s finished.

In their rival scene, Lucas can tell Colonel Radec is probably not a “good” character, and is reminded of the Pigmasks a bit. Toon Link, reckless as ever, thinks Sir Daniel is a monster, so he attacks. Sir Daniel is confused as to why children are attacking, and asks them what’s wrong, only to be not understood. Colonel Radec tells him to stop messing around with children, and that they should be disposed of if they’re going to get in the way.

Alternatively, Radec questions Lucas and Toon Link on what they’re doing, in which Sir Daniel says to go easy on them since they’re young… which is followed by Toon Link firing an arrow into Sir Daniel’s empty eye socket. The undead knight is annoyed even further when Radec mockingly asks if Daniel really believes they’re “so harmless” now. In both cases, a fight breaks out.

In the ending for Lucas and Toon Link’s scenario, they head back to Tetra’s pirate ship. The storm has cleared up, but Lucas has not found a way to return to his era. Tetra is about to suggest sticking around for a while, but Lucas realizes that upon defeating Polygon Man, he obtained a new ability. With it, he opens a goddamn portal back to his era. Toon Link bids him farewell, and Lucas hopes to see him again, wondering if he can now save his own world with the new power. Tetra doesn’t understand what’s going on, but sets off with Toon Link, leading to the events of Phantom Hourglass possibly.

In the ending for Colonel Radec and Sir Daniel, Radec drops Sir Daniel back into his time period, where the undead knight lays to rest. Radec makes a speech about power making its way to him, and how the Helghast will win this war… until he figures out, only a shred of Polygon Man’s power is with him. It instead, was more attached to Sir Daniel, for being a noble hero. Furious, Radec attempts to turn back, to wake Sir Daniel back up for his power, but the knight’s soul has already ascended back to the Hall of Heroes.

Scenario 2: Radec and Evil Cole face Wolf O’Donnell and Wario… yeah, I know. Hear me out on this though.

On the side of the Smash Bros, Star Wolf finds unusual activity going on in the Lylat System, and wonder if it has to do with the Aparoids, even though they were all destroyed. Wolf suddenly gets a contact from Wario somehow, of all people. Wolf is annoyed, and says he’s going to turn it off, until Wario explains that there’s some crazy stuff going on, with “those two gloves” being taken away by “a giant head”, and that it could mess everyone up. Although Leon says not to trust him, and Wolf is reminded of Pigma’s greed every time he sees Wario… he has to give him the benefit of the doubt, as Wario suggests that if he saves the galaxy, Wolf and his gang could remove the bounty on their heads, while Wario can go back to making Microgames with nothing bothering him.

Radec is far more wary and threatening towards Evil Cole, saying that he could use someone with power on his side for now, but is willingly to dispose of Evil Cole, should he betray Radec. Otherwise, mostly plays out the same.

In the rival scene, Wario says they shouldn’t be far off from the source of the craziness, but they run into Radec and Evil Cole. Wario tells them to get out of the way, and pushes Radec without a second thought, while Wolf tells them that the one responsible is “his target”. Radec and Evil Cole… don’t take it well, and start a fight, without even saying a word to Wolf and Wah.

Alternatively, Radec has his sniper pointed at Wolf, but he manages to avoid the shot, and Wolf questions Radec on what he’s doing exactly. Radec explains that he just wanted to see if the “hairy mercenary” was as skilled as he appeared. Evil Cole taunts Wario (who is picking his nose), and Wario says he wants some of the power that Polygon Man has, which amuses Evil Cole, saying he’s got some interesting competition. Leads to a fight either way.

In the Smash ending, Wario betrays Wolf, and takes all of Polygon Man’s power for himself, saying he’s going to use it make as many Microgames as possible, replace "that red-capped idiot” as the main hero, and become rich. Wolf is tempted to shoot him, but when contacted by his teammates, Panther tells him it’s not worth it, and that Wario isn’t going to be able to handle that power… Panther ends up being correct, as Wario is sent flying, Polygon Man’s power cannot be contained by him.

In the All-Star ending, Radec and Evil Cole pause for a moment, knowing each other well enough. Evil Cole is clearly going to pursue Radec if he takes all that power, and he’s aware. With no other way around it, much like in Heihachi and Zeus’s ending, Evil Cole says he’ll fight Radec for it, and the loser walks away… without power, and without their life. Who exactly wins, is up to the reader.

I would have also said… Ness and Lucas maybe fight Kat with (Good) Cole or Emmett Graves, but I just didn’t want to try fixing this mess anymore. Plus, Kat is so friendly, that I don’t think their rivalry would work.

Too bad this fan-fic was made before Smash 4, because I think we can all agree that Dark Pit vs. Evil Cole is the fight we want to see.

Next time is… Snake and Sonic, against Raiden and Good Cole. Prepare for a load of “meh”.

#goddammitsupersaiyancrash

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