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babygirl-riley · 6 months

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Could we have an alternative version of part 2 to lies? I crave pure angst, maybe reader doesn’t forgive him?

Lies Pt 2 Alternative Ending

You started to pack your things as Simon came home.

A/N: Oh yeah, I love the angst as well. Hehehe evil idea 😈 We love the angstttt! But here it is anon, hope it fulfills its expectation.

“I think I seen this film before and I didn’t like the ending.”

Warnings: angst, literally PURE fucking depression, not a happy ending, trauma, childhood trauma

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You were packing. You couldn’t be in this god forsaken area anymore. You couldn’t look without seeing him. Seeing his face everywhere. Seeing your team. You were done. Done with everything. Your eyes burning with tears and your heart burning with anger. That was the first thing you did once opening this apartment door.

Simon knew what was coming next, he knew once you left the room. Price let him go in hopes everything would be fixed. Instead he came home with shit all over and you pacing. “Let’s talk please.” He begged watching you grab belongings.

You didn’t say anything as you pulled bags and cases, stuffing them. You couldn’t believe he even came here, yes you both lived here. But you didn’t want to see or even hear him. A week before he faked his iconic death, this was both of your home. A home that you could come back to. Feeling safe. Now darkened. You grabbed clothes piling them quickly next to a case. Simon’s heart raced quickly as more things started to pile up. “Please just hear me out.” He said stepping in front of you.

You froze, your lips trembling, anger bubbling up through your veins. “Move.” You ordered, he stood his ground.

“Where will ya go? Let’s just talk please.” Simon said trying to keep himself from holding you.

He fucked up bad, the realization setting in. Noticing the apartment disarrayed even before you grabbed your things. He realized how fucked up you were when he was gone. Bottles of liquor scattered, food and dishes piled in the kitchen. Simon was trying to calm himself, trying to get you to settle. To talk. To save the both of you.

“My parents live in the US,” You said moving passed him. Simon shook his head. “I already have a fucking plane. I already paid for all the bags I will use. I am going.”

Simon shook his head again. “No ya don’t have to go back to the states.”

You laughed, like it was a joke. Maybe it was. “You should have thought about that before you selfishly left.”

Simon laughed this time. “Selfishly, it was to protect the team. You!”

You snapped your head over to him. “ME! You are fucking joking Simon, this is all some sick fucking joke between you and boys huh,” Simon kept shaking his head as you fully turned around. “You lied you fucking lied! And it’s not some fucking lie that you can just brush underneath a neat fucking rug Simon! Do you realize how fucking serious this is?”

“Ya I do, I realize that! I had no choice it was a fuckin’ order! It was to get Samson out of hiding! It was the best choice!” Fuck. That’s not what he meant.

“Best fucking choice! There was other choices?!” You yelled, lifting your hands to your face.

“No there wasn’t there was no…”

“Bull shit! All this is bull shit! We were suppose to be a team Simon! A team! Instead you decided to play fucking hero! You decided that it was okay to play around with your foot soldiers and with the fucking captain! Everyone knew! Not including me of course! You wanted a fucking show! All of you!” You yelled flipping your body around stuffing a bag.

He walked up to turn you around. “I didn’t want it!”

You pushed him off getting in his face. Tears running down your face, anger written all over your face. “Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me. You lost that the moment you fucking died.”

Simon stared into your eyes for moment. His heart tearing itself apart. “I can’t loose you,” He whispered, his own tears brimming his eyes. “We can fix this.”

He saw the internal battle. Your eyes soften then you blinked it away. Your Ghost shielding your innocents. Just how his Ghost shielded Simon. “No Simon this can’t be fixed. You can’t fix this. What if I killed myself? You know how guilty you would have felt?”

“That’s not fair.” He mumbled, thinking about if that route turned. If that route happened. Seeing you pale, cold. Gone. Simon would have felt guilty, would have gone off the rails. He caused that pain.

You got up closer to his face. “It’s only fucking fair, that’s how much pain I was in. I would have hated to see you in that pain,” You gasped trying to hold back a sob. You pressed your finger against his chest. “The funny thing is Simon you didn’t care. But I would have.”

Simon glared pushing your finger off. “Don’t put words in my mouth.” He stepped back rolling his eyes.

“I don’t need words to know how you fucking feel Simon.” You snapped back.

“You would have done the same thing! If it meant to protect me!” Simon argued. He tried to collect himself, feeling the guilt taking over his veins.

You raked your fingers through your hair, laughing. “You are just getting more and more funnier Simon! I would have chose US, I would have found a different way! I would have argued! I would never ever put you in a situation like you went through with your fucking family!”

Simon consciously stepped back. He waited for a apology or a change in your demeanor that you didn’t meant to bring up his family. “This is where you apologize.” He said.

“Apologize? I know how much pain that brought you and I’m sorry for that but it seems like to me in order to get into your fucking mind. Is to relate it to that. You were my family. You were my person. But you died. You are dead to me.” You mumbled, you wanted to apologize, you knew the darkness behind his past but…how else could you tell him how you felt.

Simon could feel Ghost’s hands grabbing at him. Pulling him into a secure place. “That was fucking different. They were taken away from me without comin’ back.”

You shook your head. “Yeah but that would have been the same for me. You were gone, I couldn’t do fucking anything about it.”

Simon just stood there, the silent of the apartment now building. Everything was falling apart. Simon felt himself closing up, just like you closing up. The trust broken. The happy memories being plagued into this one. The happy home, that was called a home turning into a empty home. “Choices have consequences,” You said zipping up a bag. “Ironic that it was something you said.”

Simon didn’t know what to say. What could he say? He wanted to fix it, do something but it seemed like you were done. With no fighting for it. “Please.” He begged one more time, hoping that this was a nightmare or that you would stop and agree.

However more things started to disappear and bags being brought out next to the door of the apartment. “Simon I can’t. You broke a promise that I don’t know if you can ever keep. Work will always come first with you. Which is you. But me I can’t go through a lie like that again and I can not trust you to not do it again.”

Ghost stood there, jaw clenching, everything turned off. Simon now gone letting Ghost take over. “If there isn’t trust then fine,” He said walking towards the door. “Then leave don’t expect me pickin’ up when you call.”

You scoffed. “Don’t worry Ghost,” Ghost’s heart pinged with pain from you changing his name. You noticed the change in demeanor immediately, you seen him do it over and over during missions. Protecting Simon from the awful things he had to in the line of work. “You won’t get a call.”

Ghost looked over his shoulder to see you watching him leave. Seeing the tears. Seeing the pain. The tears and pain that he caused. Nothing can be fixed. This can’t be fixed. Ghost wanted to go back in time and tell Price to fuck off, that there could have been a different way. The only thing Simon was happy with, the only thing that made him not feeling like a ghost. A monster.

The look in your eyes when he walked through the door made him feeling a monster again. Made him know that he fucked everything up. Made you look at him with no love or adoration but hate and denunciation. He never seen that look towards him.

Watching him stay at the door made you want to reach out. Made you want to forgive. Made you want to try. However you were tired, you felt betrayed. The memories of both you laughing in this apartment being erased into this. Tears and anger. Broken hearts. “Good I don’t wanna hear from ya again. Ya better be gone by the time I get back.” With that he slammed the door behind him.

You stood there for a moment, waiting for him to come back in. You fell to your knees placing your hands over your eyes. You sobbed you shook from all the emotion that prowled through you. You wanted this but why did it hurt so fucking much? Why did you want to chase after him? Hold him? When was the last kiss? When was the last love you?

Ghost stood outside of the door for a couple of minutes listening to your sobs. He fought the urge to go back in to hold you but you made your mind up. You were done. So he was done. Simon couldn’t fight it anymore, he can’t convince a mind that has already been made up. He stood there for a moment looking at the door before walking away.

You were never the same after that. You worked with your parents but you weren’t the same woman you were. They noticed that your demeanor was darker. Less happy.

Simon was never the same either. The team noticed his demeanor changed, he wasn’t Simon, it was Ghost. Only Ghost, he was cruel, and closed up. His heart turning right back into an icy cold one. Always would be away from everyone after missions. Burying himself into work.

Both you never saw each other again. Nor were you the same.

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aethernoise · 6 months

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Do you have any advice on writing FFXIV dialogue to sound in universe? I get nervous trying to write for characters in game, but the vernacular does not come naturally despite playing the game for years dkhgf

If you don't feel like the vernacular comes naturally, there are a few things you can do to get more comfortable with it. One thing is just rewatching cutscenes - voiced cutscenes - with your chosen character, and paying careful attention to how they speak. I specify voiced cutscenes because for me, actually HEARING speech is crucial for internalizing a character's "voice." Obviously, paying attention to written dialogue is important too, but I'd start with listening.

Another thing I often do when I feel stuck is use the "translate" method. What do you want the character to say? Write it how you personally would say it. Then, run it through an internal "NPC translator." What might you need to change or adjust? Are there certain words they would use instead of what you chose? Maybe they're way more verbose than you are - or less! Are they super formal? Do they have a particular accent? How might you need to communicate that accent in your writing?

That's sort of a long-winded explanation, but this is probably my best advice when it comes to writing dialogue that fits the setting but that still feels/sounds/reads natural. Start with communicating the message - core dialogue - then translate. This is much better than staring at blank pages because you can't think of what words to use from the get-go.

For certain NPCs, this process will be more complex than others (coughs Urianger). However, no matter what I think it helps to think of it this way, especially if you feel stuck.

Thank you so much for asking, I appreciate you thinking of me as a resource :) I hope this helps!

#emmer answers #that'll be a new tag for asks #anon answers #writing dialogue #character voice

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ae-neon · 1 year

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It happened after! Feyre was pissed he didn’t tell her his plan that he knew would definitely kill him and made him swear he wouldn’t do it again and leave her alone. So. That makes ACOSF even worse since she explicitly stated she didn’t like that he kept things from her. 😬

Thank you

Anon who asked about the death pact here is your real answer.

Rhys dies -> comes back-> realises he almost legally left everything to an illiterate, once human, 19 year old whose ego he'd stoked to narcissistic levels so she could commit international crimes for him -> binds his life to hers so she never actually gets any power without him there

It maybe the only politically smart thing he's done

Anon who sent this.

He's kept things from her since the beginning. She didn't know why she almost got eaten by the Weaver til after. Same with knowing they were mates thing.

I'm sure he promised to be honest with his "equal" after that. And Feyre got angry for 5 seconds then forgave him. So it's not surprising that he literally does it again and again after that.

What's she gonna do? Break up with him?? Lol no cause literally has nothing and no one outside of him and just to hammer that home, Nesta is the one who gets punished not Rhys. But what about the IC for keeping the secret from her? She cannot control his family the way he controls hers.

He has no equal. ACOSF was just the natural progression of their story.

#anon asks #anon answers #anti rhysand #acomaf is the grave #acowar is shit too #anti acosf #anti sjm

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aprismaticodyssey · 9 days

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Me finding out both Luci and Raz are off the list 🫠😭 *puts on my 🤡 face* theyre ros in my heart at least.

I'm sorry!

I mentioned this before, but I did at least consider making Lucifer a secretly LI in the previous version of the draft, so just know, it almost happened.😔

#Anon asks #agents of lucifer #interactive fiction #hosted games #Anon answers #author answers #I may fr make a random little game where yall can be on a date with Lucifer and/or Raziel #Cuz this is

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samandcolby-ownme · 2 months

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any future plans for any johnnie works? 🖤🩶🤍

I have a few ideas. I have one started actually, but I’m keeping it a secret 👀

#samandcolby-ownme #Johnnie Guilbert #sam and colby #one shots #updates #anon #answered anon #anon answers #anon answered

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anki-of-beleriand · 4 months

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Would Reader substitute for Percy Jackson as the child of Poseiden? Cause I've always wanted to be a female version of Percy Jacksons, lol! Or another one of the big three? I hate Zeus but being a child of Zeus would be epic! And you can never go wrong with Hades!

Damn, being actually the female or gender neutral version of Percy would be just epic, and you know it could actually fit while getting into the whole trouble the face in the first series.

I don't like Zeus but I agreed would be epic and Hades... It's just that I think that Hades could be a better father than his brothers and actually give Reader or Wanda whatever they wanted/needed.

Now this only makes me think of Calypso but perhaps... In the form of Natasha or Carol?

#PJO+MCU #personal #fanfic #wanda maximoff x reader #Anon asks #Anon answers

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the1trueanon · 6 months

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CAN I KISS ACTOR WALLY!?!?!?! I DON'T CARE WHAT WALLY SAYS, I'M GIVING HIM ALL THE I HAVE FOR HIM?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?

But I'm not trying to force you, if you don't want to. It's very understandable.

alksfjkdlfj i mean

I dunno if i actually have the jurisdiction to answer that, cause Actor isn't mine (the actor au is by the lovely @frillsand!), but like .... I'm not gonna be the one to stop you 👀

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 3 months

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in regards to the black sails question:

iirc, it did start because they got bitter that we became known as The Gay Pirate Show when “they were there first.” and they also sort of mocked ofmd for being a romcom and act like black sails is superior because it’s dark and gritty and a “real” pirate show.

then there was the poll. i don’t even remember what the actual poll was (i think it was best pirate character or something?) but ofmd characters kept beating out black sails until it was down to stede and one of the main characters on black sails (i think james flint? again, honestly couldn’t tell you).

similarly to the stucky ship war debacle, we were pretty respectful but the tags of the poll were filled with black sails fans and people from other fandoms being rude towards ofmd fans and the cast and sending people really horrible anon hate. i don’t remember if black sails actually won or if they were just in the lead, but i’m like 98% sure it got so bad that the mods of the polls had to intervene and disqualify them for harassment, making stede the winner and amplifying their hate for us.

i’m so sorry this got so long and i may have gotten a few details wrong (most of this was over a year ago), but hopefully that clears some things up!

Oh wow! Thank you for the clarification Anon! (I assume you are a different anon than the first one). I may have actually seen that poll earlier when I was scrolling through because it was showing Stede and Flint in the lead. That's very sad that the fandoms got at each other's throats like that. I feel like a lot of us in the queer community have spent a lot of our lives dealing with other people treating us differently.. and so in order to survive that "us vs them" mentality we incorporated it somewhat in our own communities to protect ourselves. I know when I was younger I did the same thing, thinking that I had to fight other groups for my small precious piece of interests... which was better or more impactful, but as I got older I realised we're all just hoping for the same things, community and acceptance, and we can have that multiple places, and support others in their interests as well.

Hopefully that ofmd vs black sails spat was short lived and it's not sticking around! I guess we'll see. Thanks anon for the info and original anon for the question :)

#anon ask #asks #anon answers #ofmd #black sails

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important-question-anon · 2 months

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truessences · 2 years

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hc. el steals all of mikes clothing and didn’t find out until when he went into her closet after months of her doing this and her entire closet was his clothes. he didn’t care, he loved it, half of the clothes didn’t even fit anymore

So sweet! Especially since I think she's wearing his blue hoodie in the finale of S4. That makes sense. Since Mike is so much taller than he was before, I'm sure he still has some old shirts that El is like "well, he can't possibly fit that anymore" and she takes it. But she finds a shirt that he currently wears and uses it as a pajama t-shirt and he looks for it to wear and thinks it's just missing... same thing happens with his hellfire shirt (but that's easily remade).

Quick Story Blurb lol.

"Mike can you grab that box out of the trunk?" Nancy called as she dashed up the stairs to Hopper's cabin.

"Why didn't you use the bathroom before we left?" He shouted after her, but he does what she asks. He stumbled out of the front seat, his long legs feeling a little too long.

As he walked to the back of the car, he can't help but think how just a few months ago, everything went to major shit. Max was in the hospital and they weren't sure if she was going to pull through. Eddie...Eddie was gone. And Hawkins was split open leaving destruction and gates to the Upside Down.

But at least the Byers were back in Hawkins. At least Hopper was alive and back... and El... at least El was back. It wasn't them same with all of them being gone.

Mike opened the trunk and grabbed the cardboard box marked "Clothes" in Nancy's fancy scrawl. He lifted it into his arms and closed the trunk with his elbow. Nancy gave a lot of her old things to the relief center that was set up in Hawkins High School's gym, they all did but El was also in need. Her, the Byers and Hopper. They were all packed into Hopper's tiny cabin and it probably didn't help that Mike and Nancy visited often.

When he walked into the cabin, his eyes scanned the room. Joyce and Nancy were in the kitchen, putting things in the fridge that has been scrubbed as clean as it could get. Hopper, Jonathan and Will were nowhere to be found.

"Where is everyone?" he asked, shutting the door behind him.

"They went to the high school to see if they could help with anything, there's still a lot of people misplaced and in need," Nancy said.

"El is in her room," Joyce added.

With a nod, Mike walked over and knocked on the door that was open three inches.

"Come in," came the quiet voice. El was sitting on her bed, holding a glass bottle. She looked up at him, a small smile gracing her lips.

"Hey," he said gently, setting the box down next to her bed. He sits across from her after kicking off his shoes. "Thinking about Max?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I'm going to visit her again tomorrow. Joyce said she'll take me."

"I'll be there too, Lucas has been there as much as he can and I know he probably needs a break."

They sat silently for a moment. Mike reached over and slipped his hand into hers. He wasn't always the most verbal when it came to expressing his feelings but he now knew that that was something Eleven needed and wanted. But there were times where they didn't have to speak, maybe being here was enough.

He wasn't sure how long they sat, just holding hands but it was nice and safe.

"We brought you some more stuff," he finally said. "I know coming back to Hawkins has been an adjustment but Nancy had some old stuff she wanted to give you."

"Is there anything yellow?" El asked as Mike lifted the box on the bed.

"Um, I don't know. I don't pay attention to what Nancy wears," he said with a shrug. "But she's always had a lot of clothes, I'm sure there's yellow and purple in there somewhere."

With light laughter and conversation, Mike and El went through the box that Nancy packed tight full of shirts, pants, skirts and a few dresses.

"I really like this one," she said spinning around holding the dress in front of her. "Pretty?"

"Pretty," he said, smiling. God, he loved her so much.

There was a soft knock on the door and Joyce poked her head in.

"El, can I borrow you for a second?"

She nods 'okay'. Mike smiled at her as she paused at the door to give him one more glance and a soft smile in return.

While she was gone, Mike's eyes ran over her room. She did a good job in the last couple of months trying to make it hers again. They really came back to a mess after the Mind Flayer's attack last summer.

He noticed a few sketches that were slowly being painted, must be Will's doing. He's really come a long way.

He hopped off the bed, deciding that he should be helpful and hang up the clothes.

"Hey El, I'll put the clothes away for you!" he shouted.

"Okay!"

He grabbed the dress she liked, opened the closet and froze, surprised. Hanging up next to a few clothes Joyce probably picked up and the blue hoodie he gave her, was MIke's Hellfire t-shirt (when did she take that?), some of his other shirts and jeans and in particular, the button down grey and blue shirt he wore the day he found her in the desert and when he told her he loved her...

"What the-?" He mumbled, reaching for the shirt. He remembered buying it, after meeting and spending time with Eddie Munson in Hellfire, he wanted to change up his wardrobe. Eddie was so cool. He'd never told anyone but he also want to grow his hair out like Eddie's too. He'd talked his mom into letting him pick out his own clothes for the spring and he liked this shirt.

"What are you doing?"

He jumped, startled, seeing El standing in the doorway, her brown eyes wide.

"Uh-" he looked back at the closet, and the dress in his hands. "Just hanging up the dress. "So, when did you get this stuff?"

"I- I just wanted-"

Mike smirked as she fumbled with an answer. He held his arms open and El frowned, confused but walked into his outstretched arms. He held her tight and chuckled softly.

"It's okay, really El."

"It is?" She asked, her eyes impossibly wide. Mike's chest swelled, he loved her so much.

"Yeah," he pulled on the yellow collard, blue shirt he wore last summer. "I can't fit these anymore anyway. Way too tall and gangly."

"Gangly?"

"Yeah, it's what my mom says. She says I'm all limbs." He said flailing his arms around with light laughter. Eleven wasn't laughing, instead she chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes glancing back to her closet filled with Mike's old clothes.

"What's wrong?" He asked. Was she really worried that he was upset about this?

"I just wanted something of yours for when you're not here. You- you're safe Mike and after everything, I wanted-" he waited patiently, while she mulled over her thoughts. "I wanted to be close to you."

Mike squeezed her shoulders, her gaze returning to his. He took one of her hands and laced their fingers together.

"You can have any of my clothes you want El. I want you to know that I'm here for you... always and you're safe," he rested his forehead against hers. "I love you."

He felt her take a deep breath, her free hand reaching up and curling her fingers in his hair.

"I love you too."

When they pulled apart, Eleven pulled out the Hellfire shirt and the blue and grey shirt with a grin. The tension melting away from her body.

"These are my favorites."

"Mine too," he said with a laugh and reached for his Hellfire shirt. "I actually need this one though. Me and the guys were gonna..."

He trailed off seeing her pout, her fingers holding tightly to the hanger.

"It's okay... we can share it."

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