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fandangotales · 2 years

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500 Followers Event, figured I would do it right out the gate so I didn't forget lol. Also, be aware this is lengthy and I am so sorry for it.

How do you think the characters (Jean, Ningguang, and Sara) would react to a reader who listens to crime and history stories while playing, in particular crime cases such as Jack the Ripper, history stories such as the South Sea bubble and the Depression, and war stories such as the American Civil war or stories from the world wars?

How would Jean react to hearing about the devil of Whitechapel who paralyzed London and was never caught? What would she think of a world where monsters like Jack roam while her god is defenseless.

How would Ningguang react to the first financial crash in history...and the fact that so many people actually fell for it?

How would she feel knowing about just how often our world has financial crashes and just how many troublers it has with currency, and more importantly how would she feel knowing that such times could engulf the world while her God calls it home?

How would Sara react to the bloody and horrible nature of our conflicts, because while Inazuma's civil war may have been bad, I feel that it utterly pales in comparison to the sheer devastation and madness that was America staining itself red.

How would the ever loyal general feel knowing just how devastating and horrific the wars of our world can be, and just how plentiful they are? How would she feel knowing that her creator could be caught in one such conflict with none of them there to protect them?

I intend to do something like this where the Acolytes get tormented with gruesome facts and stories by a child reader who is a history buff and decides to tell them some of the tales about our world...and promptly gives all of them nightmares in the process lol.

I hope to get on the idea...sometime this or next year because I have a few other projects I am working on and I know just how badly I tend to procrastinate.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this ask, if you don't want to do it that is okay. Here is hoping I did everything right in regards to the rules in regards to this ask, but regardless have a great day and stay safe.

If you do end up writing that, I’d love to be tagged so that I can read it. Also, please don’t worry about your ask being troublesome, I’m honored to be getting an ask from one of my favorite SAGAU writers! Keep up the good work on your writing, I always love reading your posts! <3

Honestly, considering the way Teyvat works in regards to safety, and wars… I think it’s fair to say that many, if not all of the people there would be shocked by what life is like on Earth.

For example, if you decided to go out on an adventure by yourself, the worst you’d have to worry about would be hilichurls, considering that you aren’t going anywhere particularly dangerous.

On Earth, that simply wouldn’t work because there are a lot of bad people, and bad things that could happen to you if you were simply out on a walk at night. Especially if you weren’t in the company of another person.

If Jean heard about people who’ve done horrible things like murdering multiple people for… “The fun of it?”.

I can imagine her being repulsed, and incredibly concerned for your safety.

You may be the literal God of Teyvat, but would that stop anyone from randomly deciding to murder you, “for the fun of it?”

You might hear this idle voice line more often than the others:

“I do hope the Knights of Favonius are all working hard…”

She wants to tell you to take precautions against those with hostile intentions, to make sure you aren’t out to late… if only the code didn’t restrict her from voicing her thoughts.

For now she’d have to settle with reminding you of how safe Mondstadt was. With the Knights of Favonius, you would be safe.

With her, you’d always be safe.

Just… please be careful, alright?

The first time Ningguang heard about how terribly this world deals with money, she’d probably laugh.

“Oh, how amusing.” She’d chuckle, before realizing that it was your reality, instead of just a poorly made joke.

The idea of multiple currencies seems especially stranger to her, since Teyvat only uses Mora. (Disregarding the use primogems, which is only for you.)

One day, however, as you were talking while playing Genshin, she heard you bring up something called “inflation”.

You then proceeded to complain about how food prices where getting ridiculously expensive, and how your “fridge” had literally no food in it.

Ningguang seemed to freeze, being brought back to her early days as a child.

She had been through similar struggles, but knowing that her God is going through financial issues?

That her God is suffering because of the undeserving world in which they reside?

Preposterous.

“There were over 60 million casualties from World War 2…”

The voice droned on, as another daily commission was completed.

Sara’s face blanched, taking in the numbers.

60 million.

That was well over the number of citizens living in the entirety of Inazuma.

“The war was notable for the Nazi-sponsored genocide of the Jewish people…”

Genocide of people?

Why?

Her hands shook around her bow, as you guided her to shoot a hilichurl, directly in the head.

Sara heard you sigh, as the monotone voice was silenced.

Your divine voice spoke over the background music of the game.

“Third war I’ve had to research this week, interesting, huh?”

This was… considered an everyday occurrence for you?

Another shot, the hilichurl faded to dust.

You lived in a world where wars like that frequently happened-

She steeled herself, finding resolve as she struggled to keep shooting the hilichurls.

Sara would find a way to bring you to Teyvat, where you wouldn’t be in any danger, ever again.

#cultau #sagau #genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #fandangoevent #genshin cult au #genshin sagau #sara genshin impact #ningguang #jean genshin impact

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cillianhead · 3 months

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oppie (cillian’s version) is a sub change my mind

i think oppie (cillian's version) is a freak in the sheets. (listen this is all just me daydreaming more about Cillian AS OPPIE just doing stuff BUT LIKE I DO SAY STUFF REFERENCING OPPENHEIMER KIND OF??? SO SORRY IF ANYTHING IS INCORRECT (tbh this ain't that freaky it's just me writing a short little random blurb lol) (also i sorta switch in and out of using she / you)... 18+ OBVIOUSLY MINORS DNI!!!)

i think he's probably more than happy to be a dom or a sub, he doesn't really care. I think he'd also be into being pegged by his woman or pulled around on a leash or slapped around. oppie is pretty open-minded and pretty eager to 'spice' things up. but this is all just me daydreaming

i can imagine you in the Los Alamos home, waiting for him in bed after a long day's work of telling men what to do. And finally... the time when he got told what to do... whether it be fuck her harder until his back aches or let him be the chew toy he usually was. she liked to joke she'd make him his own personal collar to go along with his clothes... and the thought of that did turn him on, not strange at all to him who stares into the making of the death of mankind. The idea of sex was something just as complicated and interlaced with deep intricacies we will never understand but also something more primal. Something that reminded him he was human. And fuck... staring into your sticky pussy you fiddle with as he starts to undo his tie was like frying every cell in that brain of his.

"No... keep it on..." You shake your head, fingers still drawing circles lazily on your clit barely teasing yourself as you lay there proudly for him. His eyes soaked in your body and how utterly breathtaking the sight of what lies in between your legs was. "I wanna pull you around on it..." "Well... yes, ma'am," He'll flare his nose in a tone of amusement as he tips his hat off to her and sets it down on the dresser as he unbuttoned his shirt. Robert would watch you in the mirror as you slid your sticky fingers to your thinly-veiled tits, slipping your fingertips under the lacy top and toying with your hard and incredibly sensitive nipples. You drove him crazy in the best of ways... in the ways he should be crazy. "Now don't look at me like that, bunny..."

"You're taking way too long to undo those buttons of yours..." You complain and he'll roll his eyes as he always does once he gets off his top pieces, he's undoing his belt and pants within a matter of seconds. His tie still around his neck as he stood fully naked and fully erect for you as you got up on your knees on the bed, perched up and facing him as you leaned in. You'd grab his chin and he'd feel how wet your fingers are. "Are you gonna behave tonight, daddy?" You asked, tilting your head as you yanked on his tie a little, enjoying the way he flinched.

"Yes, of course, my darling..." He nods desperately, mouth full of drool for your demands. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it... command me, I'm your slave." "Get on your fucking knees and beg..." You whisper harshly and then slap him across the face and he lets out a delightful sigh at the familiar burn and the handprint on his face. "You like that don't you..." As he collapses to his knees, Oppie nods and prays for you to give him something.

"Please... Y/N..." Oppie tries, head tilted slightly down as you lower your feet down to the floor and run your fingers through his short hair, treating him like a dog. "I'll be a good boy." You pulled his face to force him to look at your pretty pussy, close enough to smell but not close enough to taste... you were teasing him. "I beg of you..."

'Tsk Tsk Tsk' You shook your head with a smug grin on your face, swaying your hips and tantalizing him with his favorite view. "More."

"Darling," He pleaded, eyes so big and blue, he was defenseless to how he showed his emotions through the dread of the irises honesty. "Please let me taste you... I've dreamt about you in my head all morning and all afternoon..." "Dreamt of me?" You mused.

"In the daytime," He mumbles, trying to shake his head from your grasp like a feral dog trying to get at its prey. "I see flashes of you... pictures of you... traces of you everywhere... I see you in my mind wherever I go."

"How very romantic of you," You chimed, letting go of his hair to lean back on the bed and prop your legs up on his shoulder, spreading yourself out on display for him. His pupils expanded like black holes on the horizon of a dying sun that shone blue. "You can taste..."

No other words were said by him as he (for once) mindlessly dove in and buried his face into your wet cunt. Oppie wasn't sure there was a god up above but he knew this was heaven right here with his head between your thighs and your lips slipping his name loudly and endlessly.

He loved being bossed around, being possessed, it reminded him of his body, and for once not his mind.

??? did any of this make sense??? sorry??? lol

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #oppenheimer #oppenheimer x reader #oppenheimer smut #oppie #oppie x reader

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yostresswritinggirl · 1 year

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Sorry i really need to brainrot about tighnari to anyone for a moment. It's just gonna be a bunch of ramblings about this man so feel free to delete this as you see fit (also has archon quest spoilers)

I don't know why I love tighnari. I really don't know. He's terribly mean at times, always throwing the most creative insults in that stupidly nice voice of his but at the same time, he's also one of the most devoted, passionate and nicest characters i've ever seen. He protected haypasia from the fatui and the first thing he did after getting struck by lightning was not to tend to himself, but to see if she was still alright and even then, he insisted on listening to the traveler first and seeing them and dehya off before doing anything for himself. He's so stupidly stubborn that at that moment, all I wanted to do was bring a first aid kit and just, tend to his wounds, saving nahida be damned because this man can't even be bothered to care for himself when he was the only one who suffered injuries in that. Also, he's simulatenously the smartest and most idiot person i've ever seen-- who the hell researchs mushrooms through oral experimentation? How does he have the audacity to call people for being stupid when he willingly knocks himself out with a mushroom in a dense forest, completely defenseless to anything that could attack him. Are those papers really worth it. Can't you care yourself a little bit more? What would collei think. You practically raise her and told her not to overexert herself but here you are putting yourself in danger for a few papers. What an idiot, yet it only makes me want to kiss this man silly even more. Also his ears and tails are completely unfair. How dare he look so cute with his ears flat on his head in embarassment. How dare he move his tail according to how his emotions are. How could one man be so utterly cute and think that his ears and tails are no different from a normal cat's or dog's. They are completely different because they are on you darling, they are special because you're the one with them and the fact that you don't even realize how weak some people are for them makes me want to ruffle him up so badly. How would he look like when being kissed. Would his ears be pinned to his head as his face flushes completely red or would he be confident and bold. God he's just so cute I can't. But that can't be the only reason why everytime i see him, i smile so foolishly to the point that it probably makes me look stupid. Wish I could punch him in the face every time he does something stupid before kissing him to remind him that there are people who care for his wellbeing. Hate him so much i swear to god

This, all of this, and everything in between

But must you really use the word oral experimentation?!

#this is the perfect character analysis for tighnari writers fr #anon #tighnari #exile.goblet #genshin impact

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cienie-isengardu · 3 years

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Can you do headcanons on SubScorp (Kuai Liang / Hanzo Hasashi) and the evolution of their relationship, please? ♡

Sure, just please keep in mind that rock has a better romantic sense than I ever will. I’m not a shipper in general and SubScorp has a lot to overcome in my mind to even get close as friends but I will do my best! In advance, sorry for the long text and especially opening. My hand slipped but I needed to build the romantic headcanons on something.

Oh, and I kinda threw away the canon timeline here and there and went with how I would write their relationship (and story, I guess) if I was given the chance.

At the beginning, Hanzo and Kuai were bitter enemies and their hate for each other was the exact reason why Quan Chi kept them working together. The revenants were creatures of vivid emotions, twisted and corrupted by Netherrealm fire. So the stronger they hated, the mightier were their unnatural powers. But there was also a more sinister reason: Quan Chi kept them together, day after day, because it amused him to watch how Sub-Zero and Scorpion wanted to hurt each other but always were defenseless against his magic, always blindly obedient. To have two deadliest of enemies as slaves under his power was the best perk of necromancy.

When they were revenants though, Quan Chi’s cruel joke meant nothing. Kuai Liang had no free will, no remorse, only hate and pain to go on. Hanzo could - should - run away, but didn’t. He was broken in thousands of little ways and it was easier to follow orders, to not think than take responsibility for his own choices, to face the utterly devastating feeling of failure. It wasn't a good life - it wasn’t a life at all, but it was all they had.

After so many days turned into weeks turned into months, the constant presence of each other became the punishment and the salvation at once. They hated each other and this hate never truly left them for a moment, never let them feel peace of mind. They hated each other but it was an emotion that bonded them together, grounded in reality, made sense in an otherwise senseless world.

Hanzo and Kuai Liang got used to each other that the presence of mutual disdain was as normal part of their cursed life as breathing for a living person.

But then Quan Chi lost and suddenly they both were brought to life against their will. The first weeks were the worst. They were victims of dark magic, everyone was saying but none of them was a killer responsible for thousands of brutal deaths. Not like Hanzo and Kuai Liang and because of that, the burden of guilt was their alone. A burden they didn’t want to share among themselves, so they sought out different paths to find some solace.

For Hanzo, there was nothing to come back. The home of Shirai Ryu was destroyed, devastated beyond any measure. He still heard clearly Quan Chi’s voice in his head, how he failed his clan, how shamed his wife and child. Hanzo felt dirty and unworthy and utterly lost. The once mighty Scorpion was now a wreck, a directionless nomad.

For Kuai Liang, the home was Lin Kuei but it was taken by cyber monsters without souls. Once he returned to living, those monsters hunted him restlessly. For years he ran and hid and killed and killed and killed and killed until he was ready to face Sektor and reclaim what was once his. An honor and a purpose in life, so he could find Scorpion and kill him for brother’s death. But then he learned dark secrets of the clan and even darker truths that changed everything.

Because of that, Kuai Liang invited Hanzo to Lin Kuei Temple, offered peace and a new start, a way to atone for all crimes and sins they committed arm to arm during war. Above everything else, offered the truth that finally set them both free from their cruel past.

They did not keep in touch then though. They met sporadically, when Raiden asked his Champions to assist in this or that little crisis. To hunt the demons that somehow survived the war, to find oh so rare, mystic artifact or two, or do a quick job in the Outworld. They were assassins after all and Special Forces the heroes who shouldn’t dirty their hands.

During those meetings, Hanzo and Kuai Liang tried to stay as far as possible without making a fuss about it. During missions though there was no one who could safely separate them, and thus save them from painful memories of the past.

It was terrifying to Hanzo how much he missed Sub-Zero’s cold presence at his side, even if the so well known hate for Bi-Han’s death still hid beneath the cryomancer's skin like a furious, wild beast, always present, never forgiving, kept in check only by Lin Kuei’s iron will.

It was terrifying for Kuai Liang how well he still understood Scorpion’s body language even though the ninja tried so desperately to hide scars left by Quan Chi on his soul, all those unsaid horrors he experienced, all the doubts and pain and self-hatred that burned as hot as Netherrealm fire that twisted them both.

But those sporadic joint missions alone weren’t what helped them connect once and forever.

Ironically, it was the guilt that let one understand so well the other, to know when it was a good time for jab and when not to speak - not to see - raw pain that both so hard tried to bury under their respective masks, of cold politeness and hot devotion to the past. Surprisingly, it was also the arrogance of united governments that wanted to use them to expand Earthrealm’s control over wild Outworld yet did not see them as human beings. To be seen as a useful tool but never truly welcome wasn’t anything new for any of them. Kuai Liang and Hanzo were a relic of a dark past that should have died years ago yet were too stubborn to just yield and blindly follow orders even again. This burning desire for independence and search for their lost humanity built a common ground, the bridge between past hate and empathy.

This, and their shared disdain for Johnny’s never ending jokes. In the past, every time the Champions of Earthrealm met in the same place and Cage opened his mouth to talk Hollywood's weirdness, Hanzo got closer and closer to Kuai Liang. There was no word of recognition or permission - one look at each other and they understood perfectly it was either stay strong together and endure this senseless, annoying wave of words or do something regrettable.

And because they already had enough guilt to worry about, Sub-Zero and Scorpion simply stood arm to arm, like they did during war. Somehow that comforting familiarity grew up into something much stronger; not yet friendship but unity anyway. Time did not heal them but the mutual hate faded little by little, day after day until pain was nothing more than bitter ache they simply learned to live with.

Despite everything and everyone, Hanzo and Kuai Liang got to trust each other, to rely on a bond that was once a cruel Quan Chi’s joke.

Sub-Zero was the person that accompanied Hanzo to the Shirai-Ryu clan’s ruins, so he could finally bury dead ones left there forgotten by the world. Hanzo should have done that long ago, he knew, but the claw of fear clung to his heart for years and would not let it. The fear that Hanzo Hasashi never truly existed and he was a fraud, another lie begotten by Netherrealm. That there was no Harumi nor Satoshi and in the end he clinged so desperately to a nightmare that never was true to begin with. A nightmare for which he murdered the wrong person and brought someone else this maddening pain.

Seeing the ruins of home - the once so familiar bodies now just flesh spread out, glistening bones scattered everywhere, ripped and crushed, forgotten - was like dying again. Hanzo broke down and for the first time in a decade allowed himself to cry. Kuai Liang was there by his side, offering no wise words, nor comfort. He simply sat there, back to back with Hanzo, so he could know he wasn’t truly left alone this time yet quietly like a shadow to not disturb his grief. Hanzo would never forget this kindness for the rest of his life. He wouldn’t forget the sacrifice made that day by Sub-Zero to come to mortuary ruins, to bury another clan slaughtered without mercy in the name of madness and spite.

But with pain came also relief, that his memories were truly his and not another sweet lie whispered to his ear by a twisted sorcerer.

(Kuai Liang came here because it was the right thing to do. To pay respect and melt the dark past into a better future in which Shirai Ryu and Lin Kuei could be an ally, maybe even brothers in arms. He came for Hanzo, because no one did that for him, when he had countless bodies of comrades to bury after Sektor’s defeat and no one should be forced to do so alone. He came there also for himself, to see and be sure Bi-Han wasn’t part of the heartless crime. The hallmarks of a frontal attack, chaotic destruction and coarse, devoid of surgical precision violence were proof it wasn’t Bi-Han’s work. His brother would never be so sloppy, so random in his attack. He even told so Hanzo, in this moment of relief and social clumsiness and Scorpion just looked at him with the reddened eyes and did not burst in flame of anger, just… accepted the truth and Kuai Liang said no more about it.)

Scorpion was the person that stayed at Kuai Liang’s side when Frost betrayed her master and disappeared without a trace. He never liked the cryomancer girl - she reminded him too much of Sub-Zero who sought him for brother’s death. Young and brash, untamed, always snarling, spitting with venom in their face. But above everything else, Frost’s anger burned too hot like his own and he hated to look at her and to see himself.

Maybe losing such a precious student - an heir - was like losing a child. Hanzo understood this crushing feeling but there were no right words to offer. Even if he knew them, Sub-Zero did not want pity, did not want to talk. All he needed was a space to unleash fury and pain, the excess of emotions too large to bury them in the tomb of a cold heart. And so day after day, night after night, the ice and fire clashed over and over again until all muscles burned and the ache brought finally some peace. Not much, but enough to let Kuai Liang not dwell on his failure and focus on Grandmaster’s duties.

(There was something off about this whole situation but Hanzo couldn’t pick on what exactly. Kuai Liang had secrets he didn’t share, not yet and Hanzo respected his wishes, trusting Lin Kuei’s word. So far, Kuai Liang never had let him down. Scorpion trusted and it was terrifying on its own).

Those were the little steps into a path that brought them closer. It wasn't love for each other then, not even romantic infatuation, but love for the lost one, for family that was once but no longer. They understood this grief too well.

The first time Hanzo felt the pang of love, he and Kuai Liang were debating about the proper course of the upcoming mission. They were sitting in Hanzo’s room, with an open door leading to the Fire Garden. Then, without warning came spring rain and both looked out on instinct. The air was filled with the freshness of trees and flowers coming back to life; a freshness they breathed in greedily to wash out the taste of Netherrealm ash forever.

On that day, everything seemed to be in the right place. Just the two of them, sitting arm to arm delighted by the simplest things in life; a warm rain, nourishing garden, a steaming mug of tea between all of this. There was a peace Hanzo did not feel for ages and the sound of the rain and steady breath of his companion lulled him into half-sleep, half-awareness.

On that day, Hanzo wished to keep this moment forever.

The second time Hanzo felt something toward Kuai Liang, it was on Lin Kuei’s training ground. They spared, like they always did in their free or stressful time, but for whatever reason, Kuai Liang smiled at him, this soft, weirdly cocky smile he rarely shows in company and Hanzo looked at it for a few seconds too long before he understood how fast his heart beat, how warmness filled him - not the Netherrealm fire that burns through his muscles and bones, but warmth that he felt only around his wife and child. He wanted to kiss those lips, to feel its coldness on his own. It was wrong on so many levels and he did what he always does in times of overwhelming emotions he didn’t like. He disappeared into flames and ran the hell away from Sub-Zero’s smile. The burned holes to this day were the proof of his shameful panic.

Where did such obscene thoughts come from, he did not have an idea. But the guilt for having them even for a moment about Kuai Liang - any man, really - was too heavy, too suffocating to face Sub-Zero. So Hanzo avoided him for weeks.

And yet, he came back to Lin Kuei Temple. And again and again and again. Despite the burning shame, he sought out Kuai Liang, because only around him, the Netherrealm’s cursed fire cooled down enough to allow him to breathe.

So he danced, between disgrace and this weird feeling of happiness, of living again. Of seeking out the cryomancer and running away from horrific emotion he didn’t know how to get rid off, how to tame.

(Hanzo loved Harumi with all his heart. How could he love - desire - anyone else? And a man whose brother he unjustly killed?)

Kuai Liang decided to not discuss Scorpion’s emotional swings until Hanzo figured it out for himself what he truly wanted. There was no point to get involved into some sentimental drama if there was no hope for sensible agreement.

The Lin Kuei always desired a new generation of warriors, so sex wasn’t any taboo. Some warriors sought comfort in the arms of strange women and men, some between each other. Sex wasn’t forbidden but the emotions were. To feel loyalty or worse, love, to a fellow warrior instead of trusting the masters was a crime.

Kuai Liang did not feel any sudden pang of love toward Hanzo, nor any desire for physical contact. Romanticism never was part of any cryomancer’s nature. He missed his brother and Smoke, but year after year the pain of loss dulled enough to leave him with nothingness. Kuai Liang knew only this: somehow Scorpion became the only source of warmth that kept his heart from freezing completely.

Kuai Liang didn’t have a proper name for what twirled in his soul - a friendship or a love, how one could tell those apart? He wished his older brother or Smoke was there to tell him it was alright to like - care for - Hanzo, but both were dead and twisted into monsters. It was just him and his fragile, scarred heart to judge what was right and what was not. And hope Bi-Han would forgive him the weakness.

They find the balance that keeps both safe, warming the frozen heart and cooling down the neverending flame of anger. For a decade or so, it worked well.

But then Hanzo killed Quan Chi and ruined the chance to free revenants from sorcerer’s curse. The Champions of Earthrealm never liked Scorpion to begin with, now he was persona non grata. Rightly so. Imprisoned, he awaited their judgment. Scorpion could easily escape but chose not to - he was ready to face the consequences yet there was no court nor punishment. The Grandmaster of Lin Kuei came for him and made it clear to all representatives of the united governments and army that he will with Hanzo at his side, over their dead bodies if need be.

Twenty years was not enough time to forget what they together were capable of in fight. How dangerous and experienced murderers they were. No one dared to stop them when they left military base together.

Kuai Liang did not rely on words to show his feelings. Deeds always spoke more than any pretty speech. He was disappointed yet he still came for Hanzo. He saw Scorpion’s arrogance, egoism, breaking point and still came and that only made Hanzo love him more. For the first time, he did not feel shame or guilt for loving - and being loved - by another man.

Hanzo Hasashi’s choice almost brought destruction to the world yet somehow, this tragedy made them inseparable for good. It wasn’t always easy - they argued, for fun and for real and there were still rare days when it was only wise to stay away from each other. Like the day of Bi-Han’s unjust death and the lost chance to bring Harumi and Satoshi to life. They were beyond the primal hate yet some instincts were too strong to risk destroying what they built for themselves over the years.

Somehow through the years they changed from Sub-Zero and Scorpion to Grandmasters of their respective clans and from those to just Kuai Liang and Hanzo.

Hanzo wasn’t used to being so casually called by name but he liked the change. It was Sub-Zero’s voice, he suspected, that made him feel so attracted. At the same time, he felt honored when Kuai Liang told his birth - forbidden - name. He knew it already, for years, but it was different to know and be told, allowed, to use it freely.

Hanzo’s turbulent relationship with other Champions got worse once his student, Takeda started dating Jaqueline Briggs. The Champions distrusted and disliked him and he didn’t feel any need to reconcile with them. Kuai Liang was disappointed in him for treating the girl coldly but everytime asked why he still bothered to deal with Shirai Ruy Grandmaster, the answer was one and the same - he is my equal. For Hanzo it was the most beautiful and terrifying declaration.

(At the same time, everytime Hanzo heard someone accusing Sub-Zero of being cold, heartless, untouched by trauma, the anger burned him wholly. Who were they to judge, to mock Kuai Liang’s pain that hid so well under polite words and calmness? He did not care what people said about him, but would not stand any mockery against those he respected - loved - so much.)

Then of course another immortal being decided to screw up everything and messed up timelines. The younger, brash and mad version of Scorpion wasn’t something that Hanzo and Kuai Liang actually wanted to see, nor the repeat of Cyber Lin Kuei. Then Hanzo died and woke up, again trapped in Netherrealm. So he ran at the first chance, thinking more about Kuai Liang than about his own fears of burning alive in hell forever. The sight of Sub-Zero in hell should have alarmed him - and it did, for a moment, scare Hanzo that the other man died too which was an unbearable thought. But Kuai Liang was alive and so, so determined to bring him back home. If that wasn’t the loudest, the most tangible declaration of love, what else could it be?

And so, like twenty years ago, they fight side to side, like one body and soul. And destroyed, killed, tore apart demons and hellspawn, everything and everyone that stood in their way to freedom, to safety of Earthrealm’s boundaries. First time in ages, they could unleash their anger at those who hurt them, enslaved, and used. It felt so good, so right to be a storm of vengeful fury that frightened even the mighty Netherrealm. They were alive and together and nothing, no gods, titans or destiny, could stop them.

Kuai Liang and Hanzo did not talk much about their last visit in Netherrealm. What happened there was their and only their moment to relish, incomprehensible for bystanders. It was weird though, to come back to live and face his younger, stubborn self. Kuai Liang did not like this Scorpion much and to be honest, Hanzo did not like this version of himself too. It was Scorpion from the darkest time in their past, when only mutual hate connected them. At the same time, there was something amusing to see himself so awkward and uneasy everytime when Kuai Liang and older Hanzo sat so closely, relaxed and calm, like it was the normalest thing to do. When they acted like halves of the same soul.

Kuai Liang never was keen to show any romantic gestures but sometimes he took Hanzo’s hand to emphasize clearly what they were. Hanzo was always surprised by Sub-Zero’s openness and filled with joy, whereas his younger self was confused as hell. Hanzo suspected he would soon need to talk and explain to his younger self what he and Kuai Liang were to each other. Why they needed each other so much and how loving someone else other than Harumi was not dishonor. After all, love wasn’t sin nor weakness.

#mortal kombat #my replies #kuai liang #hanzo hasashi #sub zero #scorpion #my headcanons #long text #not sure if this is enough about romantic aspect of their relationship #and i will forever see kuai liang as asexual aromantic sorry not sorry at all #hanzo is emotional wreck #kuai is depressed and somehow they could work i guess?#thank you for ask!#i have more to say about the mk11 storyline but the text was already too long to bring bi han into the emotional life of his lil bro

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swordlesbean · 4 years

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rewatching the first 3 eps is kinda frustrating at how much Adora does NOT think about Catra covering for her not even once while she's playing around in beds, plays pinata, eats good food etc, she's gone for days and like Catra says later didn't even think she was taking the fall for her damn. and didn't even spare a glance at Catra while celebrating with her new driends at selinas

This is actually something I've wanted to talk about for a long time, so thanks for giving me an excuse to finally do it! I think when people are annoyed with Adora for supposedly not thinking about Catra in early s1, they aren't giving full consideration to Adora's perspective during that time period. She's, uh... dealing with a lot, to say the least. There's been a fair amount of analysis about Catra's perspective during this time, but not nearly as much about Adora's. I will try to remedy that here, in my typically long-winded way.

Let's take it from the beginning. Adora touches a mysterious sword in the woods that gives her visions and makes her black out. She’s still having these visions and hearing voices when she’s back home, so she sneaks out at night to find the sword again because she wants answers. Reasonable. She plans to be back by morning, but she asks Catra to stay behind because she doesn't want Catra getting in trouble on her behalf in case something goes wrong. Also reasonable. Boom, nothing goes according to her plan, and everything goes wrong.

Adora finds the sword, but runs into Rebellion soldiers. She tries to fight them for the sword, but when she touches it, she has another vision and blacks out again. She wakes up with her hands tied, a prisoner. She bides her time instead of trying to escape because she still wants the sword. During this time, she's told information that conflicts with what she knows about the Horde, and oh yeah, she somehow randomly transforms into an 8-foot-tall legendary warrior princess. Then she and her captors get chased by a giant spider to an abandoned temple, which she’s able to open because she can apparently read a long-dead language, but then they’re trapped in the ruins.

Once they get out, she’s no longer being held captive, so she can now go back to the Horde. But she needs answers and decides to go to Bright Moon so someone can give her an explanation for all this crazy shit happening to her. At this point, is she thinking about Catra and what might be happening back home? No. But frankly, there is a lot on her plate! Like, life changing stuff. She can turn into a princess! But princesses are evil and the enemy! But this angry sparkly princess and nice archer guy are saying the Horde are actually the bad guys? What is going on? What is she?

Adora still intends to go back to the Horde, but she feels she can't do that until she gets more intel about what happening to her and what it means. She’s always wanted to know more about where she came from. This may be her only chance. And even though her overprotective streak sometimes makes Catra think she feels otherwise, Adora absolutely believes in Catra and knows she's smart and resourceful and can handle herself, so it doesn't occur to Adora that there's reason to worry.

Then Thaymor happens. They stop there for transportation, but Bow insists they stay for the party because he realizes Adora's life has been utterly depressing, and he wants her to experience something nice. I think it's pretty harsh to hold it against Adora that she gets excited and awed and distracted by encountering a party and eating good food for the very first time in her life ever. Can the girl please be allowed to live a little? Like, she's an anxious, guilt-ridden, duty-burdened mess 90% of the time, so let's maybe not blame her for having a good time for once.

That good time is pretty quickly ruined anyway. Reality ensues. The Horde ensues. Catra ensues. But even as Thaymor is attacked, Adora thinks it's a mistake. It's bad intel; she just has to explain, and the Horde will stop. It's only when she comes face to face with Catra that she understands the truth about the Horde and makes her decision to leave. Let’s be clear on this: Adora doesn't just leave the Horde without any consideration for Catra. Catra isn’t an afterthought here, she is literally standing right in front of Adora when Adora makes her decision.

Thaymor from Adora's perspective is finding out that her whole life has been a lie and that she doesn't know her best friend as well as she thought. What Adora sees is Catra being part of an attack on defenseless people and seeming to have zero concern or regret about it. What she perceives is Catra refusing to join the good guys and choosing to remain part of a lying, destructive army despite the truth of a burning village in front of them. What she feels is Catra disregarding her decision to leave and tasing her in the back as she tries to walk away.

It's important to remember that in this moment, Adora feels betrayed by Catra as much as Catra feels betrayed by Adora. People always talk about Adora breaking their promise by choosing to leave, but Catra breaks it too by choosing to stay. They both make decisions that hurt the other, and they both feel abandoned.

So that's what Adora is carrying with her in regards to Catra in early s1. She's internalized this betrayal, these hurt feelings, but she's also really trying not to let herself feel any of it. Not just because it hurts, but because it’s what she’s been taught to do. She’s well-practiced in denying herself, denying her pain and her wants and needs. This trait of hers is given specific attention in s5, but it's a necessary lens to view Adora through in every season. She won't ever put herself and her feelings first. She doesn't think she's allowed to be weak, to feel hurt and express that hurt, not when more important things are at stake. Shadow Weaver always said her feelings for Catra were a problem, and for the first time, Adora agrees, so she tries not to feel them.

She can also avoid thinking about Catra because she has so much to distract her. Catra is still in the Horde, surrounded by reminders of Adora, so it's impossible for her not to think of Adora. But Adora's situation is different. She's in a new environment, suddenly overwhelmed by a huge destiny and all these new experiences and stimuli and social dynamics she has never experienced in her life. So she puts all of her attention into learning the rules and expectations of this new life. She hyperfocuses on her duty as She-Ra.

That doesn't mean there aren't reminders of the past. Adora doesn't feel comfortable sleeping alone, and the clear implication is that she can't sleep without Catra. She isn't "playing around in beds," she just has no idea what to make of a soft bed because she's used to austere conditions. And she's certainly not able to forget what the Horde represents to the people she's now living with. She gets run out of Bright Moon because of the Horde symbol on her back, and she receives a thinly veiled threat from Angella in front of Micah's portrait. She doesn't feel secure in her place in the Rebellion, so she's definitely not going to talk about missing anything or anyone from the Horde, however much of it she actually lets herself feel.

Salineas is the first time Adora encounters Catra after Thaymor, and the wounds from that confrontation are still fresh. She asked Catra to come with her then, but all it got her was a taser to the back, so she's not feeling too charitable towards Catra and isn't keen on reaching out again. She's completely in She-Ra duty mode, trying to restore the Sea Gate to protect the kingdom from the Horde. But then, Catra isn't making real efforts to try and bridge the gap between them either. In fact, from Adora’s perspective, she appears to be perfectly happy widening it.

While Adora is fixing the gate, she’s getting hit with electric feedback and also can't risk moving or fighting back, but that doesn’t stop Catra from lashing out at her. Catra mocks, scratches, punches. Even when she softens up a bit, she talks like Adora is just going through a phase. She's trying to convince Adora to come back to the Horde, but in the same way Adora wasn’t thinking about what Catra might face by covering for her while she was away, Catra’s not thinking about what it would actually mean for Adora to come back, the terrible consequences she would face as a defector.

Adora knows she can’t go back to the Horde, not just because of her morals, but also because it’s too late to do so without something bad happening to her. So she wonders, if Catra cares about her, why would she want to bring her back to that? If Catra cares about her, why won’t she just leave the Horde and come with Adora? Adora can't see into Catra's mind, so she doesn't know the underlying motivations and feelings driving her behavior. And Adora’s never really had the "you hurt me, so I'll hurt you back" impulse, so she’s more inclined to read Catra's aggressive actions towards her as a sign that Catra maybe doesn’t care about her as much as she once thought.

After Salineas, things continue to heat up between them during Princess Prom. This time Adora is highly confrontational towards Catra. She fully believes Catra is planning something bad, and she's absolutely right, though she still tries to save Catra's life when they fall off the cliff. That act doesn't seem to matter to Catra, and she ups the ante and hurts Adora worse then ever by taking Glimmer and Bow as hostages.

Adora finally softens towards Catra when Catra returns the sword and let's her and Glimmer escape the Fight Zone. Up until that moment, Adora isn't sure that Catra still cares, but this is confirmation for her. The next time they meet, Adora makes a real effort to reach out, and she again asks Catra to leave the Horde. And they actually do start reconnecting a little, until Light Hope plays on Catra's insecurities with those memory simulations, in an attempt to drive them apart and get Adora to let go of Catra in the same way Shadow Weaver always wanted her to.

And it does successfully drive them further apart and is the true beginning of Catra’s descent into villainous self-destruction and reality-destroying levels of resentment towards Adora. But what it doesn’t do is get Adora to let go of Catra. Because it doesn't matter what Light Hope and Shadow Weaver and even Catra say or do, Adora never can let go. She does eventually let go of the idea that she's the one responsible for Catra's actions, and she puts up boundaries and becomes harder towards Catra. But she never truly gives up on her or stops caring about her, even when Catra is at her most destructive and spiteful and personally hurtful towards Adora.

But then, Adora letting go of her feelings for Catra wasn't ever the solution anyway. Because She-Ra's power comes from love, and Catra is the first person Adora loved, and the person she loves the most deeply. So Adora as She-Ra is at her most powerful when she's loving Catra and doing it without conflict, either between the two of them or within Adora herself.

#adora #catradora #spop #she ra #meta #anonymous #congratulations to those of you that make it through this long ass read #there were just a lot of points i wanted to hit to really cover adora's perspective #and i felt it was necessary to describe the events of the first two eps in detail to drive home exactly what adora was facing

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years

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MINNIE SENPAI!! blease do E, I, K, L, N, O, W, Z for Leo? 🥺💖 (i might have gone overboard, so feel free to choose the ones you like the most fhdgk)

Haha, welcome welcome!! I’m honored kouhai, please don’t worry! 💖💖💖 I hope you enjoy this post~

Under a cut for length, yet again LOL

Fluffy ABC headcanons listed here for requests!

E = Emotions (how does he express emotion around her?)

Bold of you to insinuate Leonardo has emotions that aren’t imposed against his will HAHAHA. Just kidding, but he does have a hard time not clowning and hiding what he’s feeling. Say it with me kids, repression. That being said, I think he will always have a hard time expressing himself without hesitation in his relationship. His first instinct is to soothe and protect; he doesn’t really know how to put himself first, very few people have ever cared to put him first in his life. One of the hardest things about being capable with the mental acuity of a blade is that everyone just kinda assumes you'll be fine (compounded by the fact that he feels burdensome asking for help). And while there’s no doubt he can take care of himself, everybody needs a daijoubu from time to time ;-;. I like to hope that his MC will be able to see through to the truth of his feelings over time--even if he doesn’t openly enumerate them--before he can smother his emotional needs into silence. Furthermore, I think he would be a little more open/obvious about the depth of his love over time because, at some point, those feelings would accumulate to the point of overflow.

With Leonardo, vulnerability is a slow burn; he will reveal what he’s thinking someday, but today is not that day. Have patience, be gentle with his absolute clown self-neglect, try to meet him halfway; that trust will inspire him to be everything he thought he never could be for someone else.

In the meantime:

One of the key signals when it comes to Leonardo is to pay attention to when he’s seeking to spoil her. If he’s being extra uwu, that’s a surefire sign he’s Coping™ by channeling those more negative feelings into making her happy. He thinks the best way to handle The Bad Feels and/or concern for her is to redirect that energy into something constructive, and what better outcome could there be than her pouting or giving him that dazzling smile of hers?

Honestly, with Leonardo, he tends to convert emotion into action--she will know the warmth of his love long before he ever says it out loud.

He has a hard time articulating his feelings, so asking him to say them outright might be hard on him--it might not be the best immediate go-to. Spoil him out of the blue, instead. She’ll seek him out and just sit in his lap and cuddle for a nap sessh completely without warning, hold him tight so that he knows she’s here no matter what. She’ll indulge his cute needy moments and lounge in bed all morning together, hold his hand first when they go out, take charge in the bedroom; she’ll show him he’s wanted and needed before he can even think to doubt himself. Murmur compliments to him, make him things he loves to eat, give him a back rub unprompted. It’s the simple awareness of what he enjoys and the execution of it before he can prepare that utterly decimates him into revealing the feelings he keeps under tight control.

He is a lover that thrives on spontaneity and burning, silent consideration for the person he cherishes. The most adorable thing about this is that he is absolutely lost when the same tactic is used against him, he’s utterly defenseless to it!! (look at me. He has zero emotional object permanence. The mere prospect that somebody would worry about him first would send him into shock. And remember: the way people give love can often be the most powerful way they receive it, too.) The sacred texts!! She can use them to make him smile that smile that lets her know he’s an absolute goner for her without the need for words; the smile that says “it will always be you. It can only ever be you.”

When he’s happy, he literally just spoils her with more energy and teasing--expect a lot of wild fun and laughter when he’s in a good mood. He will have exceptionally tender moments now and again (say after a bad nightmare of losing her, for example) where he won’t say anything at all, just holds her close. He needs to know that she’s still here, that she’s okay. It is a rare and huge act of emotional trust; MC’s understanding and her easy proximity in these moments mean the world to him. When he’s distant and evasive, that is the time to give him some space before wedging her way inside. She won’t let him sit and stew in abysmal feelings; he has a bad habit of punishing himself too much or lingering on unhappy moments in his life. Despite how he seems he takes things incredibly seriously--to the point where he exhausts himself.

When he’s jealous and feeling petulant, he will not hesitate bitch and will get surprisingly grumpy. She’ll coo at him and reassure him that he’s the only one for her, and he’ll calm in the circle of her arms. Fun bonus: he’ll be embarrassed/mortified about being out of control later and she has ENDLESS fun teasing him just a little, even better if he punishes her with a good bangarang. Anger and irritation are emotions he tends to leave be, but if someone directs any kind of threat to MC (or an innocent in general) every trace of his jovial nature dissolves in milliseconds. He is swift, decisive, and deadly when he’s belligerent; he is the last person to push too far. He will often regret it later or worry about scaring MC, but it really does only happen once in a great while. She always reassures him that she knows he only did what he felt he had to in the moment.

You can just hear the Leonardo stan in me, lord jesus

I = Injury (how would he react if she got hurt?)

OH GOD KILL ME FUCKING SOFTLY AUGHGHGHGHGGH

I think it would depend on the injury. If it’s something like a papercut or a scratch, he’ll just be like “yare yare cara mia, be a little more careful next time, yeah?” Will bandage her up and disinfect because he knows enough about medicine to be cautious. Plenty attentive, will probably tease her about being a klutz and/or tell her to ask for help next time. Everything you would expect from Leonardo, essentially; equal parts light-hearted and responsible.

NOW WE GONNA GET SPOICY

If the injury is much more intense--say a broken limb, or deep gashes, so on and so forth--I see Leonardo being very, very grim. His lips would be pursed into a firm line, blanched white from the pressure, and his first step would be to get her out of the danger at any cost to himself. Following his ability to get her to a safe place, he would begin to tend the wound as gently as possible, asking questions to gauge the severity with single-minded concentration. “Where does it hurt? Rate the pain, describe what it feels like. Can you move the injured limb?” He will use whatever he has at his disposal to minimize her suffering if he can’t get her to a doctor immediately. If she requires treatment from someone else, he will be beside himself the entire time; chain-smoking, pacing, running his hands through his hair nonstop. He has ants in his pants until he sees her with color in her face, eyes bright again.

May I offer: They are 100% that couple (in which Leonardo is the one that falls asleep at her bedside) that’s like “you look like shit.” “look who’s talking, stupid.” and they just start laughing, mutually relieved.

During her recovery, he will be incredibly gentle but also subliminally alert. Anything she needs, she gets. If she tries to return to a normal pace of life too fast, he is straight up just picking her up and putting her back in that recovery bed. He ain’t playin’--don’t test him on this. He’s usually pretty easygoing, but he will snap at anyone who isn’t careful with her in this state. He will not take any further risk to her life. (He’s not usually brittle, but under severe conditions he can be.) He’ll tease her from time to time, but it’s much more mild than usual; he’s too consumed with concern to let her get worked up. He’s never really had to deal with a prolonged state of physical helplessness personally, but he’s seen enough in his life to know it can be really taxing on a person’s mind. There will be a thin veneer of calm, only there to keep her relaxed and to ensure the stability of her mental health. He knows that if he shows too much distress, he’s only going to worry her further--and that’s the last thing he wants. He will spend the majority of his time acquiring as many distractions as humanly possible, even if he has to be the distraction; anything to get her mind off of darker things.

When she’s back to normal, he’ll still be on alert for a short while before he goes back to his usual clowning self; might be a little more protective and cautious than usual, or be a little paranoid about the specific thing that caused her harm. (No Leonardo, we need kitchen knives--how else are we going to cut the carrots?? Please relax.) He doesn’t want that kind of heart attack again anytime soon;;;;

Honestly, it’s very likely that MC will have to be the one to remind him that she’s fully recovered--and not quite so fragile--well after she’s returned to the normal pace of life.

K = Kisses (how does he like to kiss her?)

Mah heart, mah soul

When it comes to kisses, Leonardo will vary extensively. Will give her teasing pecks intended to make her grab hold of him and force him to linger, smirking into the kiss as she’s instigated to deepen it. When he’s feeling particularly overwhelmed with feeling--say when he’s jealous or frustrated--his kisses will be dizzying; sucking on her tongue and nipping at her lips, caging her against him as he unleashes all of the desire that was building inside him. The intent will be to drown her in passion. Lazy kisses before/after a nap, where he just wants to revel in the heat of her for a moment--express his affection on a whim--before dozing off. And last, but certainly not least, he will kiss her with the express intent of marking her. Due to his inability refusal to bite her, he seeks to relieve that instinct with hickeys all over her body (most frequently around the chest and neck, sometimes along her thighs and hips when he has fun downtown).

L = Love (how does he show her that he loves her?)

This man is Acts of Service through and through when it comes to showing his love. He is exceptionally observant and sensitive to the feelings of others, so the second he sees her in need he is already seeking an externalized solution. His usual modus operandi is to enact his love as covertly as possible; he doesn’t want her feeling guilty for troubling him. That being said, if he has to be direct--he will be. He won’t ever force her, but he will remind her that he is here and that he wants to help more than anything else. If she needs time on her own he’s happy to give it (even if he pouts and fidgets restlessly the whole time). His most acute expression of love is his reliability: taking care of people is the first way he knows how to express affection.

While that tends to be his primary method, it by no means insinuates that he won’t show affection in other ways. If he teases her, it’s because he wants her attention more than anything but is far too shy to say it directly (is he a middle schooler of a lover? Yes). More to the point, asking for her time and her attention is a way that he expresses love because it means he trusts her enough to know the signs, fulfill those needs, and realize that he meant no harm with his nonsense. Though it may sound odd, his desire to rely on her a little (insert is for me? meme) is his way of showing her he’s letting her in, and that’s a very real form of love considering how Herculean an effort it is for him to rely on someone else. It’s the same reason he will sometimes make his room an even bigger disaster zone than usual. He has every intention of cleaning up after himself, he just wants her to bust in and start fussing over him LMAO (MC: WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS LEONARDO?! Meanwhile Leonardo, an idiot full of uwus at the sight of his beloved exasperated, sitting in a pile of trash: Just according to keikaku)

As odd as it may sound, it’s almost like a weird reverse damsel in distress sort of dynamic? He carefully constructs situations where she can offer him help with the express purpose (and hope) that she will care enough to bust past his enfeebled defenses. It’s so oddly demure for this enormous punk of a man, but I find it adorable ;-;

Other ways he loves to show how he feels is to take her on trips or on little adventures. One of his favorite things to do is to watch her take in places he knows like the back of his hand--or even places new to him--with all the gleeful excitement of a little kid. It just warms him down to the marrow, and makes him have so much more fun than he ever could alone to see her buzz around nonstop. If he can encourage her to relax and take some time for herself in the process, to live for herself a little (she’s all too giving) then he considers the entire endeavor a success. All the effort is worth it if she can remember their time together with a smile Must You Hurt Me Like This, Leonardo.

One form of love that he will behead me for revealing is that he also sketches her all the time in his notebook, and will look to those little moments he’s captured whenever he’s feeling down or she’s not around.

He will have times where, if he can’t convey something properly with his actions or through making love, he will level with her. He will take the time to try to explain his feelings with accuracy, and in these moments he is both sincere and heartfelt. While it is a more rare expression of love for him, it is earth shattering when he does. Not only because his feelings run so deep, but also because these moments are unmistakably raw. Leonardo knows that vulnerability is a simultaneous boon and bane; it can inspire so much mutual joy, but it can also mean the exposure of lifelong wounds. It means acknowledging that these feelings are real. Even if she never takes advantage of the truth, he is aware of how precarious that position can be the more intense this love gets. It means facing how hollow he will feel when she's gone--something he works very, very hard to look away from.

(A related addendum because I have brainworms: The reason that people love and trust Leonardo is not primarily based in his intellect, fairly natural charisma, or good looks (though they are very compelling elements of his person). I think what people really see is how--though Leonardo sees through to the truth of peoples’ hearts in seconds--he keeps their secrets and treats them with so much respect/gentleness. It’s this odd capacity to be seen without feeling exposed that makes him such a remarkable and interesting man, and why he grows so close to everyone’s hearts. People feel understood without the need for words, feel cared for without a second thought. That being said, I think he needs someone who is similar. A person who sees all that he is on the surface, but barring that forges deeper still to find and cradle those parts of him that still need so much healing/care.

There’s a reason one of the greatest hits to his heart in his MS--one of the moments MC most powerfully gets through to him--is when she essentially says “Don’t give me that. Nobody ever gets used to loss. When something hurts, it hurts.” Whether she realized it or not, she penetrated straight to his heart with those few words. The truth is often much simpler than we might assume, and no matter how much experience one has with certain emotions--particularly grief and loneliness--no amount of experience makes them hurt any less. We only grow better at concealing or coping with age...)

N = Nightmare (what is his worst fear?)

I have a list (from Comte). I keep them alphabetized.

Jkjk, but if I’m honest I think this man has a good amount of fear inside him. I’d say the highest ones up there would absolutely be losing MC very suddenly, or being the reason--whether directly or indirectly--she gets hurt (like if his familia came after her to get back at him? he would be devastated).

If it is a timeline where he does choose to turn her, he’s beside himself at the prospect of the turning process going horribly wrong. It’s an unpredictable transition, and if she were to come back mentally broken or in constant pain (immortal wounds/aberrant) I think it would really fuck him up emotionally. He would blame himself without a doubt ;-; and that’s assuming she doesn’t hate his ass for the rest of eternity if it does go well (Leonardo I am begging you to use one brain cell)

O = Oddity (what is one quirk he has?) This one’s just a crack hc so if you were taking me seriously for any amt of this post, this is my suggestion that you stop

Leonardo is a man of many idiosyncrasies; among them an incapacity to dance and writing in a mirrored hand.

Another one is his absolute hatred for mint. One of Comte’s favorite things to do to mess with Leonardo is to stuff the drawers in his desk with peppermint candies to ward off his old friend and make him stop sleeping under his desk (like how people will use salt for demons!). He will also drink mint tea if he’s feeling particularly irritated with Leonardo’s antics, like if he’s received a ton of letters from Leonardo’s familia. Tells him to come to his office and the place is SUFFUSED in the scent of mint. Comte is just sitting at his desk with the stack, wearing that incorrigible look like “If I must suffer, so must you.”

One time--before MC was aware of this quirk--she had some chocolate that had mint in it after dinner. Leonardo kissed her without knowing (he came in late) and literally died where he was standing; he was biting his tongue to keep from gagging. MC just o: ???? because she’s never seen him make that grimace, especially after sharing a kiss. Comte was in fucking tears laughing at the head of the dining table while Napoleon and Sebastian were both fighting a smile--Arthur was outright wheezing. Isaac, blushing and coughing lightly into his fist, offers the explanation that Leonardo hates mint-flavored things and the scent of it makes him queasy.

W = Warrior (how does he feel about her fighting? Would he fight for her, beside her, etc?)

Man, this one’s tough, but if I’m honest I think he would be conflicted. On the one hand, he thinks it’s badass and hot as all fuck that she knows how to hold her own in a brawl; he can’t deny it’s sexy and reassuring (he has to resist the urge to gaud her into punching him). But. That knowledge also comes with a lot of concern. Was she in a place or around people that never once looked after her? Or was it a safety precaution? He will think deeply about the implications of her capabilities, and ask about it openly if he can’t deduce the reasons from afar. He will see it as very important information in regards to how to look after her properly.

That being said, I don’t think he would let his MC fight unless there was literally no other conceivable choice (say she was attacked while he wasn’t there or before he could intercept the blow). He would literally rather fall on a sword than see her get hurt. He’s durable and used to pain; he’d rather suffer and heal fast than see her sustain a single scar or bruise. Even if it makes her angry, he’ll take a hit and ask her to stay behind him every single time without fail. He’ll accept her frustration about it and will feel that it is perfectly valid to be annoyed with him. It still won’t make him budge, though.

Z = Zen (what makes him feel calm?)

Naps and lingering in bed well after morning with MC make this man happier and calmer than anything this world has ever seen. He loves that in those moments they aren’t thinking about anything else but each other, and he can indulge in the certainty of her presence in his life and so close to his heart. He can use the excuse of drowsiness to be tender, making love with a slow, devastating build to pleasure--hand entwined with hers against the sheets.

Failing that, he goes to things that stimulate his senses to find calm--he can’t really relax if his hands and/or mind aren’t occupied (i.e. cigarillos lmao). It’s why he’s often in the library; he’s always seeking new information and conundrums to sort out mentally if he doesn’t have the energy to go out and about. If he’s in his room he’ll be drafting diagrams, coming up with new concepts and architectural schematics, even making trinkets for MC or fixing something in the mansion. If he needs a change of scene or has the spoons, he’ll make a trip to town to help people with any problems that need solving, or find some excuse to go looking for and tease MC HAHA (he’s a little shit, but he’s our little shit úwù)

#asks #ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp leo #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp hcs #ikevamp comte #ikevamp fluff #fluff headcanons #so like ik this is unhinged but also i hope you enjoy my nonsense?#tysm for sending in an ask it was a delight to do these for leonardo!#got carried away as usual but how does one not for this excellent bastard i salute him o7 #leonardo is just a roller coaster of a lover HAHAHA but that's not a bad thing~#here's to another day wishing i could hold him and tell him it will be okay **sighs**#rambles

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musicallisto · 3 years

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🌘 — 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐧; (nik ryder x f!mc)

~ 2021 start-of-the-year event ~

@ladylamrian requested: No. 75 - Nik Ryder (Choices fandom) I wish you good luck, @musicallisto 😊 song: 5 seconds of summer - babylon | 𝄞

summary: Each time they crossed paths, she’d curse herself right afterward, and device some plan to disdainfully walk away next time she saw him. Each time they crossed paths, she forgot everything.

author notes: I liked this a whole lot when I started writing it and now I’m not so sure of it - I feel like it’s rushed in a way I can’t explain, and I’m just crap at writing arguments, and that’s on me being a libra. also, if you think i projected and the first part is just me rambling about my crush haha!! shut up word count: 1.9k words warnings: language, angst, lowkey obsessive infatuation/relationship but that’s just because I feel everything 100% and know no balance. I do not recommend loving someone with this much intensity, kids.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐎 Nik Ryder’s charm had been like fighting a fire kindling in her chest. If she closed her eyes long enough, she could maybe take a deep breath, fill her lungs with air and hopes, and naively believe it would soon die down, the embers a mere reminder of what a long-forgotten stranger had once ignited in her.

Funnily enough, she didn’t close her eyes too often. It made her miss out on all the flames around her, she said.

Each time they crossed paths, she’d curse herself right afterward, reprimand herself for being so lovestruck and him for being so infuriatingly magnetic, and device some plan to lift her chin, eye him through half-opened eyes, and disdainfully walk away next time she saw him.

Each time they crossed paths, she forgot everything except for what her gut could yell and her eyes could see - him, nothing but him, everywhere and every time, even when she wasn’t looking. So she trailed after him, bit her lip when she caught him staring, soared when they bickered and he smiled, that devilishly crooked grin of his.

And inexorably, over the weeks and months, without him even realizing at first, he found himself pulled closer and closer to her, opening little cracks in his walls for her to see all the ruggedness beneath.

The first time they sat next to each other on the steps of the Graveyard Shift, shoulder to shoulder to fight the chill of the night, was the first time she caught a glimpse of Nik’s beating heart. When he absent-mindedly took her hand in his, not even commenting on how cold they were, her breath caught in her chest. She’d been infatuated before - but they always appeared to her as angels bathed in light, unstained and crowned in gold. But Nik’s heart was charred and his eyes glimmered with the gentle, albeit a little worn spark of disillusionment.

So much pain, solitude, and yet so much vulnerable softness all in one man, all in the man holding her trembling hand and not saying anything, enraptured her as nothing had before.

Maybe it was the New Orleans night, maybe it was all the supernatural chaos rushing to her head, maybe it was just that she’d had a charred heart too. But from then on, she wanted all but one thing. Him.

“I’m real glad I found you,” he had whispered into the cold, damp air, and involuntarily pressed her hand. “You make it seem like all this is worth fighting for.”

“It is.”

You are, she meant with all her heart. We are, she’d murmur later to the secret nooks of her ribcage.

How long will we be, she forgot to ask.

Falling in love with Nik Ryder was like letting the fire rage uncontrolled in her chest and savoring the warmth and the burns as they came.

After that night at the Graveyard Shift, and all those that followed where he would just hold her and talk of anything and everything, she’d only breathed in the same air as he, warm with an aftertaste of smoke like an embrace before an adieu. She’d seen the corners of his chest, the scars on his back, the hints of his life before her, but she wanted it all. She wanted to know his soul completely bare, to drown entirely into him, into his familiar, strong, and acidic smell of firewood and naphthalene. She’d seen his highs and his triumphs; she had loved them all like the rivers love the ocean; now she wanted the dust, the dirt, the grime, the tears, and the blood.

Her heart had once roared like a fury when she caught his gaze, when their hands accidentally brushed against each other or when he stepped between her and every danger; now it wasn’t quieter, but she had gotten accustomed to the rumbling like that of a waterfall. Her pulse didn’t skip anymore when he grabbed her hand as a reflex, because it had long before settled in tune with his. Her dreams were not haphazard flashes of him anymore, but vast expanses of sea. A brazen brown sea, exactly like the shade of his eyes...

And the more he talked, the more she listened; the more she unveiled about herself, the more he leaned over; until she knew him better than she knew herself; until he’d rested his head on her shoulder, and let go of years worth of troubles and worries and fears. There, on a quiet balcony overlooking Lamrian at night, she had uttered the word for the first time.

“I love you, Nik.”

She was certain of it. What else could be this fluttering in her chest at the sight of his face, so pure and tranquil and handsome, slightly tilted toward her own? How else could she call the fever that had taken over her, delectable and dizzying all at once, that threatened to consume her whole - what else, other than love?

He had looked up at her, opening earnest and profound eyes. He hadn’t seemed taken aback by the confession in the slightest, perhaps a consequence of his smug radiance. A silent mist, hovering beneath the moon and around them both, encapsulated their heartbeats until he spoke.

“Hell, MC, I think I love you too,” barely a murmur, an inch away from her face. “This is stupid, but I want to say it... I think-- I think I want to love you till I die.”

“I’m not stopping you.”

Please do.

A gasp escaped him, neither entirely relief nor laughter, when she took his hand in hers, warm for the first time. It was a mere second of her wondering at his eyes where stirred a few glimmers of the night before he’d kissed her deeply. She clung onto the lapels of his cloak, closed her eyes, and let herself be devoured. Soon enough his sighs had dissolved in the dark.

Oh! How naive had they been, to talk of life and death and love, with a Fate thundering overhead like a sword over their necks!

Having her heart broken by Nik Ryder was like the fire erupting into a blaze, like its tendrils of smoke clutching her throat, like a famished inferno devastating everything around her. It wasn’t losing him per se; it was losing them both, him and herself, all at once, as though the dormant mountain between them had exploded with no grunt to augur the outburst.

They had seen everything, they had fought everything, they had survived everything. But they both died the night they shattered.

“Goddamit, MC, how can you be so stubborn? You’re not listening to a goddamn thing I’m saying -- you never fucking listen!”

“Oh, I’m listening alright -- listening to you insult me and belittle me and ignore what I say and want because I’m a Rookie and an imbecile and--”

“When have I ever belittled you, MC? When?”

“Every damn time you’ve looked at me, Nik!” she exploded, making the walls and windows rumble. “Every damn time you’ve looked at me and treated me as if you saw nothing but a defenseless, spineless idiot!”

A deafening silence fell on the living room, as she breathlessly took notice, for the first time, of the unrest that had taken over Nik’s apartment. None of it was tangible; the cushions were in their usual place, the coffee table lined up with the sofa as it always was; but a troubling stillness lingered in the air as if the world were quietly frothing before a blast. None of them had noticed the lights outside dimming with the day, nor the slight breeze blowing in the room; and it all appeared suddenly to her, as she was staring up at Nik before her, her eyes neither cotton nor steel. Nik, who always had to have the last word, especially when it came to you, always so sure and full of himself...

“You were defenseless when I met you. All I ever did was to protect you.”

His tone, metal and ice, and his eyes, stone and darkness, and his abject self-sufficiency... always having to be the indispensable one... a bout of pure fury rose in her throat once more. He had been indispensable to her once, so very much, like the sun and air. He probably still was, too. Yet she realized with horror that she’d been engulfed in him for so long that she didn’t know what remained of her, purely her, and it suddenly made her sick beyond reason.

“Maybe I never wanted your protection! Maybe I’ve had enough! Maybe I never wanted to meet you!” she raised her voice again.

“Hell, if this is how it’s gonna be, maybe I was better off without you!” he spat back, throwing his arms in the air.

“Maybe, Nik! Maybe I don’t want the constant fear and pressure that being with you entails!”

“If you’re so scared of being with me, then leave! Leave, MC! I’m not stopping you!” he roared, as a first teary tremor troubled his voice. “But don’t come back crawlin’ when you miss me, MC, or when you find out I was right. I’ve had enough heartbreak and anger for a lifetime.”

“You always made everything about you,” she spat, resorting to bitterness just like he had.

Maybe it was all my doing, indirectly. Maybe I loved you too much for my own good. Maybe I wanted to forget myself into you. Maybe all we could both see was you...

No match ignited like theirs had been could have burnt for any longer.

No soul who’d been so utterly and desperately entangled with another could sit face to face with itself, bare and rotten, and escape unscathed.

“If you leave now, MC,” he hammered with a composure you loathed without really knowing why, “it’s forever. I ain’t choosin’ for you, for once.”

The weight of his words dawned on her suddenly, like a vice constricting her throat. She raised her eyes at him, meeting and holding his gaze, swallowing hard. Such a beautiful face, one she had loved so tenderly, all she could see, imagine, and sing for months. A face she had covered with kisses and touches and sleepy words. A face she had started at for so long, in hopes she would eventually forget hers...

“I need some space.”

Nik’s shoulders deflated, and he rubbed a hand behind his neck as she took a laborious breath. Something was twitching and yelling in her insides, begging to break free; perhaps one last sense of self she had unknowingly preserved... All she needed was space. An immensity. A wide, open field, where she could yell and cry and jump and sing... stare at her reflection in puddles and find herself again.

She grabbed her coat from the back of a chair. On her way to the door, she thought she heard an agitated but above all immensely pained whisper.

“You were all I cared about, MC, hand to God. I would’ve died for you.”

I would have too. Maybe that’s why we couldn’t both live.

More violently than she had intended, she closed the door behind her.

Breaking both her and Nik Ryder’s heart was like wrecking a tower, sky-high, unsinkable, unshakeable. Neither of them remained long enough to salvage anything among the rumble; specks of dust jammed their mouths and chests already.

#mywriting #playchoices #choices stories you play #nightbound #nik ryder #nik ryder x reader #nik ryder x mc #nik ryder imagine #nightbound fanfic #nightbound imagine #nightbound one-shot

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blackevermore · 3 years

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x Secrets of The Lake: The Company of Misery and Pain

{ Chapter 9 }

Summary: Vladimir Masters’ family tree has always been tainted by secrets swept under the rug. From generation to generation there have been countless reasons the Masters’ family had seemed to keep private from the public. Even to this day, Vladimir was no exception. But what was one to do when a restless spirit from the settlement years finally breaks free from restraints and demands you answer for your ancestor’s crimes? Vladimir doesn’t know. However, Clockworks does.

Notes: We just having fun, rewriting some of the canon, new adventure new characters. I will apologize now for any grammar, spelling, weird sentence structuring in advance. My brain writes faster than my fingers and even when I go back through to reread it I still miss things. Sorry about that!

Word Count: 3725

P.s: I think it's best if I tell you now the flashbacks are out of order I should have said that earlier but never late than never for a long story owob

Vlad laid across the faint couch trying to recall all that had happened, the more he put everything in order the more he felt his brain about to melt. Danny took it upon himself to watch over Tayonna who was now being held captive in the guest room that had now been converted to a giant ghost trap. Vlad would have thrown her in the basement had it not been a complete mess. Honestly, he would have done a lot more had it not been for Danny playing hero, or Dani needing to be comforted.

This day had gone to complete shit and Vlad knew as soon as he stepped back into his workspace there would be questions. And for every question would be a white lie that covered up the whole water pipe story. Grumbling a butter biscuit or a fudge muffin, Vlad rolled his head to the side and stared mindlessly into the fireplace in front of him. He could still taste the plasma in the back of his throat even though the endless teeth brushing and mouthwash. He even tried to drown it down with a drink but all that did was make it worse. That also upset his stomach even more and he made way towards the nearest bathroom to another unpleasant round.

The mist had scared him. Vlad had never seen anything like it on Earth nor in the Ghost Zone. The way it slid off his body like heavy smoke felt unbelievably weird and made Vlad shiver. It felt almost like an essence of himself was pulling from his body and forming into a very upset vision. Vlad tried his best not to walk past mirrors when he wasn’t in a good mood. Anger was a face he had grown used to but sadness and misery were faint expressions he buried deep inside. The few times he couldn’t help but look he could only focus on how dark his blue eyes got and the way his face grew longer than it was. It was haunting to see or feel complete utter sadness, and that’s exactly what the mist looked like. ‘Like the day you got their wedding invitation’.

“She’s awake!” Dani shot through the door flying above Vlad, she still looked as if she would rather be somewhere else but the hero inside her pushed her to keep helping. Vlad secretly praised her as he slowly sat up and clenched his chest again. The shocks were long gone but he could still feel a sudden zap here and there, along with the sudden tighten and release around his human heart. He strongly hoped he would never have to do that again. It was already an awkward feeling shoving his own hand through his chest. Dani flew down to take his arm to help him up but Vlad held up a hand to stop her as he made it to his feet. He took a deep breath and took a small step, the shock made his energy a bit slow to regenerate, when he found a steady pace he followed Dani out the room and towards the bedroom hallways.

Vlad could call himself paranoid the way he boobytrapped his homes. He himself was a ghost but yet every door was equipped with anti-ghost bars that were turned on by command that could cut off any exit. The statues that decorated the walkways all had blasters installed in either the eyes or the base. Once he and Danny found their common ground he made sure to update the system so Danny wouldn’t be a target anymore.

But Vlad did enjoy that first week of Danny showing up and having to dance like a monkey when the signals were tripped. When he made it to the bedroom/cell he gave the system command to dismiss the bars and walked inside. Danny sat on the floor closer to the door watching Tayonna who now sat up in the corner of the bed against the wall. Her head hung low and she tried to curl into herself. However, when Vlad walked into the room her head shot up and she stared at him with pure hatred. Dani stayed outside and a few feet away from the door. She didn’t want to be anywhere near Tayonna.

Vlad only rolled his eyes and huffed before crossing his arms behind his back and clearing his throat to Danny.

“Any progress?” Vlad asked, never breaking eye contact with Tayonna. If she wished to insert her dominance in his home, he would have to show her who was really in charge.

“I wish, she just woke up and backed into the corner. But she is messing with my head a bit. I almost had a breakdown about a cookie I didn’t eat and threw away.” Danny got to his feet and stretched, hearing all of his bones crack at once. With a sudden heavy sigh, he turned to Vlad and tapped his foot. The older halfa eyed him confused and mouthed a ‘what is it?’. Danny’s face twisted to an annoyed eye roll before he caught himself and backed away a bit.

“Whoa, yeah, see she’s doing it again, I almost punched the hell out of you for breathing the wrong way.” Danny held his head and turned back towards Tayonna. The ghost was still shooting daggers at Vlad and even breathing heavily as if she was about to attack him. “Well if she can’t get to you she sure was gonna use me. Dude, you gotta fix whatever this is.”

“I’m well aware of that, Daniel, It’s not as if I asked to be in this situation in the first place.” Vlad hissed. The constant reminder that he had to fix this was starting to run him up a wall. Vlad took a moment to straighten himself out and breathe before he walked closer to Tayonna. The girl didn’t flinch or move from her spot as Vlad now stood at the edge of the large bed. He kept his hands behind his back to keep it cool and unbothered. Vlad knew he had authoritative energy that could make anyone cowardly at his feet. Tayonna would surely give in eventually and tuck her tail between her legs.

“Now, Miss Tayonna, won't you tell us all why you felt it was utterly necessary to invite yourself into my home and cause so much trouble?” Vlad tried to not sound pissed off, but every word that left his lips he threw like acid. Tayonna’s eyes grew wide then narrowed like a snake as she stayed quiet and continued their staring contest. “Or more importantly, how did you change from your ghost form to a human form.” Vlad pointed out, which seemed to catch Tayonna’s attention before she looked back towards him then away. Vlad huffed angrily and brought his arms forward to cross them.

“You think she’s one of us?” Danny called out. “I mean it would be very rare if she was. What were your ancestors getting up to?” Danny pushed off the wall he was leaning against and came up beside Vlad, he stayed somewhat behind the man hesitantly.

“I don’t believe halfas would exist during her time, she is very much a ghost that has the ability to mimic powers it seems. I figured she must have attached herself to my core and in turn, she mimics my energy. The reason why she could control my electric power so easily.” Vlad hummed, a mimicking ghost was a rather dangerous type especially if they had to latch on to you. For a moment Vlad felt his annoyance and frustration slip away as the science side of him became interested in what more Tayonna could do. With the cuffs still on her along with the anti-ghost rope she was pretty much defenseless to any poking and probing Vlad wanted to do. Those little activities would have to wait, a certain Phantom wouldn’t be too happy to know Vlad was back on his bullshit. Nor would the older halfa wish to explain to the youngest who would definitely tell the other.

“So if she’s not going to talk to either of us, what do we do?” Danny finally asked the big question Vlad had been avoiding. He had thought of just throwing her back into the Ghost Zone and making sure that secret space she came from she couldn’t get out of. Maybe even have Skulker keep an eye on her every so often to make sure she wouldn’t start screaming again or getting out. Or maybe Vlad could keep her here but somehow figure out a way to get rid of her himself. Clockwork did tell him to handle the situation. Vlad was knocked from his thoughts by the sound of paper hitting the ground. Both Danny and Vlad heard it and looked down towards their feet. A small sheet of paper laid at Vlad’s and he reached down to pick it up. He should have known who it was from before he flipped it over.

“Pieces in a puzzle with only two corners will always be bound together” - CW

“What does that mean?” Danny hovered over Vlad's shoulder causing the man to jump away from the sudden scare. Danny cracked a smile at how easy it was to make the man jump then pointed back towards the note.

Vlad rolled the card in his fingers a bit and sighed, “Clockwork sure likes his sayings. You know that more than I, I’m just as confused.” Vlad lazily handed Danny the card and told him to keep it. Vlad was once again looking towards Tayonna to make sure she hadn’t tried anything. She still huddled up in the corner but now she looked so sad, blinking slowly and staring down as if it was a void. Vlad felt his heart slow and grow heavy as he watched her.

There it was again, that feeling of wanting to reach out and hold her, and there it went as Vlad mentally screamed at himself to get it together. She was just using her emotional powers somehow despite having the handcuffs still on. Yet Vlad couldn’t pull himself away from her and whatever she was doing. Then Vlad saw it from the corner of his eye, the mist started to rise off his skin and droop to the floor before inching closer to the bed. Danny saw it too but didn’t say anything, all he could do was watch alongside Vlad as the mist formed an outstretched hand and reached out to Tayonna. When the hand touched her she pulled away and tried to fight it off.

“Leave me alone, you’ve already done enough, stop touching me.” Tayonna had finally spoken and she sounded so broken. Vlad felt a sting in his heart and unknowingly he wished for the hand to go away. The hand tried to touch her again but before it could it faded away with the rest of the mist.

“Um…?” Danny started and Vlad finally pulled himself away from looking at the ghost and turned away towards the door.

“I don’t know,” Vlad couldn’t even fake a sense of understanding as he felt his heartache and his mind become foggy with a sudden sadness. He quickly covered his face when he felt tears peak in the corners of his ears. He quickly wiped them away before Danny could ask what was going on and he straightened himself up. “I think it’s best if I keep her here for the night. It’s late and the both of you have school tomorrow.” Vlad looked at Danny then at the door as he saw Dani slowly poking her head in. He hoped she didn’t see the way he wiped his face, that would be embarrassing. “Daniel, why won't you stay the night and in the morning I’ll have Jackson come and drive both of you to school.” Danny looked back towards Tayonna and felt a sudden rush of sadness. He shivered and threw up his hands to protest.

“Thanks but I would rather not be around someone who's gonna make me have a mental breakdown at 2 am. I can do that in my own time with my special playlist. I’ll just fly home.” Danny turned ghost and started to hover off the ground. Vlad nodded and was ready to dismiss the boy till he remembered Dani at the door.

“You wouldn’t mind hosting Danielle until this is all over would you? I rather she is safe as well.” Vlad asked, feeling the father in him swell with the need to protect.

Danny turned around and cocked ahead to the side to see Dani but she ducked behind the frame, “You wanna go back home with me, short stack?”

“Don’t call me that!” Dani stuck her head through the wall and stuck her tongue out. She then took a moment to look around and take a glance at Tayonna before pulling her head back out. “Yeah, that would be nice.” Dani’s voice was low with anxiousness. Vlad let out a heavy sigh and nodded for Danny to go help Dani and hurry home. It would be best if he was alone with this problem. That was enough people in one night to be in danger.

When the kids were gone Vlad gently waved them away before closing the door and floating back up to the room Tayonna was in. He stood outside the anti-ghost bars peering in as Tayonna now laid on the bed. ‘What exactly is it that you want, Miss Tayonna?’ he thought to himself as he backed away from the door and haunted away towards his own bedroom.

Vladan knew better than to snoop around the house like some paranoid townsmen. There was enough of that when his family travelled into the town square since they were German. It seemed like the English still had a stick up their ass when it came to others joining them. Everyone was an outsider in one way or another but yet found a way to put each other in a ranking system for security. Vladan grunted at his wandering thoughts as he walked around the cottage. Settling in a few days ago was easy but it was still beyond him why they had to be so far away. Could his father not settle closer to the others for a quicker journey? Vladan knew better than to question his father’s mind, Vladan had learned early every man has a secret that only gets revealed with due time. Luckily for him, Luther had no secrets Vladan hadn’t already heard, and vice versa.

Vladan wasn’t really a nature person as he was a man who sat by the fire and read. But something pulled him from his bed that morning and told him to go out and look around. His parents were gone and took the house servants and Luther was still sick in bed so Vladan took his chance. As he rounded the back of the house he heard someone praying. Praying? On a Tuesday? Vladan would have laughed, he wasn’t much of a religious man like everyone else, but the sheer thought of someone praying by his house nerved him. He slowed his pace and peeked around the edge of the wood and saw Tayonna. She kneeled to the ground in a patch of grass surrounded by cups and bowls. Vladan narrowed his eyes confused as to why she would be outside and what she was doing. He couldn’t help but watch her as she bowed a few times and mumbled incoherent words. This must have been a thing her people did before being brought over, that was the only thing he could think of. But as he watched her it seemed like things only got weirder.

Tayonna stopped praying and frantically looked around herself for something. She then snapped her fingers and a basket that was placed behind her snapped open and a jar hovered out and to her hands. She then swirled her finger in the air and drops from the freshly rained grass rose to the air and formed balls. She waved for the biggest ball to fall into the bowl and she began to pour other things from the cups into the bowl. When she was finished mixing everything she placed the bowl in front of her and bowed face down into the grass. He could hear her mumbling again and then the bowl began to glow. Vladan felt his body shake in fear but also pure curiosity. He knew what he was seeing, the men at his university spoke of them like fairy tales, he even spoke of them like fairy tales. Tayonna was a witch. He hadn’t noticed he had walked out from his hiding place and walked closer to the girl until he heard her scream. Tayonna fell to her butt and tried to put space between them. She begged him not to hurt her and that’s when Vladan snapped fully out of his trance.

“I’m not going to hurt you, woman!” Vladan growled, holding out his hands to calm her so she didn’t wake Luther. Tayonna finally made it to her feet and gathered her dress, she looked between Vladan and the forest that stretched on behind them. Vladan looked then shook his head. “Don’t you dare!” He lunged and quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her against his body to hold her down. Tayonna was about to let out a scream which wouldn’t do any of them any good so he quickly covered her mouth. They stood there struggling with each other until Vladan brought them both to their knees.

“I’m not going to hurt you unless you give me a reason to. I will remove my hand and you will answer every question I have. Do you understand?” Vladan couldn’t explain why he was giving this servant a chance to explain herself. But he felt he needed to. Tayonna was still shaking but she calmed down just enough to shake her head slowly. Vladan removed his hand from her mouth and spun her around to face him, he never removed his hands from her arms just in case. “You are a witch and there is no denying it. Are you cursing my family, if you are I will have you dealt with.”

“I am not cursing your family, master Vladan, I was blessing the house.” Tayonna kept her head low and chose not to fight to get her arms away from him. She didn’t want to be hit or attacked.

“Blessing?” Vladan was taken back and it showed on his face.

“Everyone has been so kind to me and I do not wish to be sold again. I wish to stay until I die and can fly back home. Please do not sell me...I won't do it again...please do not sell me.” Tayonna began to cry and Vladan pulled away from her allowing her to fall to the ground. Witches are all bad, right? All the fairy tales he was told as a child and all the legends of witches only pointed to them being evil beings that caused only trouble.

“Witches are only bad things. Witches do not pray.” Vladan said abruptly and pointed at the girl. “You are trying to deceive me with lies. Are you the reason my brother has been sick the whole time? Do not lie to me!” Vladan hadn’t meant to raise his voice but it came out so fast.

“No! I have only done things to make him better. He was sicker before I arrived and he slowly gets better the more I help.” Tayonna was telling the truth, their mother had only good things to say when it came to Luther’s health recently. Luther had even offered to go to town for their father because he ‘felt up to it’. Vladan was still skeptical but he didn’t truly sense evil coming from the girl. And since he had seen how comfortable she made his brother feel he didn’t believe she would want to kill them so quickly.

“You’ve been helping him? How?” Vladan asked, kneeling slowly to face her. Tayonna raised her head and backed away before answering him.

“His baths, I put the herbs in his bath to calm his senses and ease the pain. It’s not much but it’s enough to help him through the day.”

“Will my brother become healthy again and be able to travel back home?” Vladan had to know, he had to know if his brother will grow old as he and live a fulfilled life. That was his best friend. “Please tell me.” Vladan reached out and took hold of Tayonna’s shoulders and shook her a bit and the girl stiffened before quickly shaking her head ‘no’.

“Your brother was not meant to live this life with you. He was only supposed to be here for a while until he left. I’ve tried to convince the earth to let him stay but it seems that even he is ready.” Tayonna lowered her head again and Vladan finally let go of her and rose to his feet. A heavy silence fell over them as Vladan tried to debunk her words. Surely his brother would live long, they had promised so long ago, but the feeling Vladan got from Tayonna that she only told him the truth. “He was so happy to have you here with him, Master Vladan. He speaks so highly of you, the best brother he could ever have, a best friend.” Tayonna slowly got up wiping her face with her hand and kept space between them, there was no telling how Vladan felt towards her after this. Vladan looked up towards the small window that led to Luther’s room then back down to the ground. He clenched his fist a couple of times trying to fight back tears and sighed.

“Do my parents know you are a witch?” Vladan asked, and Tayonna quickly shook her head ‘no’.

“Does he know you are a witch?” Vladan finally asked.

Tayonna looked up at him with her bright green eyes now tinted red from crying then towards the window, “He was the one that insisted on buying me.”

#📖Ghost Stories👻#vlad masters #Danny Phantom #dp fanfic #my writing #self ship community

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spiltscribbles · 4 years

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211 please! Any ship!

Notes: Thank you bubby! This actually helped me get out a slump lol, i really really hope you enjoy this fluffy mess and I would love to hear your thoughts!

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Annabeth is a fully fledged adult now, honest.

She subscribes to the New Yorker, listens to podcasts in the morning while getting ready for her crummy, right out of college internship in one of the most prestigious architecture firms in the city. She votes even in the primaries and remembers to reload her metro card before it’s out and has even got a God forsaken schedule that she relies on like a lifeline.

All this to say, Annabeth had really once thunk that becoming an adult meant your life turns stale and your days become monotonous. But that was before she began boarding with three literal definitions of spitfires in a Bushwick apartment way too small for four girls, and way to run down for the countless prank wars waged between them and the boys across the way.

Annabeth tries telling Piper this one Thursday afternoon while she’s loading her Nerf gun with the water balloons that Rachel’s preparing with such precision that it kinda terrifies Annabeth shitless, if she’s being frank.

“’s too late to surrender now Chase!” Piper bellows, cocking and then setting down the toy gun in a neat row for the next to be prepared. “It’s about honor now.”

“Honor?” Annabeth repeats in a voice that’s flat enough to cut.

“They’ve won the last two rounds Annabeth,” Rachel tells her, point blank as she ties the next water balloon to be passed off, alabaster skin freckled with paint like always when she comes back from one of her classes. “They’re getting too big headed over this.”

“Yesterday Leo offered to buy me a latte! The little fuck.”

Annabeth’s fair brows knit together, totally confused to Piper’s sudden flash of anger, but reckons that it would be impossible to understand the perceived slight even if she asked Piper to explain.

“You guys are off your rockers,” Annabeth informs them instead, flickers her gaze over to Hazel for some support from someone who is actually sane. She in turn only shrugs, endeared looking as she returns to her sketches.

“Et tu Brute?”

“it’s fun,” Hazel says in her southern drawl, which Annabeth once thought was sweet because it reminded her of venturing outdoors in the Virginia foothills when she was a tot. Though now Annabeth has decided that the accent is actually a ploy to make her sound welcoming for her pray before she killed them off. Knows it for a fact that she’s done it with that friend who visits enough that he’s practically living with the guys too, which obviously means he was roped into all this ridiculousness.

“You’re either with us or against us baby doll,” Piper winks Annabeth’s way, starts a new round of ammunition with Rachel. “This one’s for Mama Fisher in the stars!”

“Insane! Fucking insane! Annabeth repeats emphatically before storming out there apartment to grab the mail, suddenly feels accosted with unwelcome nerves when she steps into the elevator only to be met face to face with one of the aforementioned boys across the hall, the objectively good looking, but impossibly kind one. All ebony locks and crooked grins and eyes the color of sea glass.

Oh fuck.

“Annabeth,” he crows, positively gleeful sounding, which only makes it so her cheeks begin to redden, and her chest contracts.

“Percy, hey how’s it been.”

“Fine,” he says with a one armed shrug, begins scratching the back of his head sheepishly. And God fucking damn it, he doesn’t also get to be cute! That’s not fair! “You headed to work?”

“oh, ah yeah, I mean just for some overtime. We got commissioned for this new thing in Germany of all places, and they kinda need all hands on deck.”

He whistles, low and impressed.

“Why do I get the sense that they’d crumble without you?” He asks with a quirked brow.

“Because flattery is a great way to make friends,” Annabeth smirks, strolls out towards the back row of mail slots to get the inevitable pack of bills and adverts that’s waiting for them.

“Oy, I take offense to that Annabeth,” he sniffs, leans against the wall besides her, one leg crossed over the other, effortless in the whole CW pretty boy with a mysterious past shtick he’s got working for him. An even more hilarious thought on account to Annabeth knowing how his ma sends him a basket of homemade, blue cookies every Sunday afternoon, and that he spends most of his free time protesting for action against climate change with his best friend from literal childhood, a scruffy, adorable dork named Grover.

“Is that right?” She snorts as she shuffles through the letters, tosses away the offer for a free garden gnome from some Lady named Aunty Em, crams a coupon for a free panty from Victoria’s Secret into her bra, and texts the group chat for Rachel to pick up a letter from her dad and Hazel one from her older brother.

“Course,” Percy sulks, big eyes glittering a thousand shades of green that it kinda takes Annabeth’s breath away. “I thought we’ve been friends, at least for a while now.”

“You know what they say about assuming Perseus,” Annabeth snorts, hip checking him as she makes the track down to the nearest subway stop, at least a five minute walk. She totally is not utterly elated over the fact that he’s still walking besides her, dimpling down like there were no where else he’d rather be.

“You know I didn’t even think you could allude to curse words,” Percy guffaws, impossibly bright and impossibly real. “I thought you were too prim and proper for that sorta behavior.”

“Shut up seaweed brains,” Annabeth laughs, can’t help the smile that breaks her face in half whenever he’s around.

“No deadass Chase!” he defends, emphatic. “I even bet Jason that you were related to like Grace Kelly or some shit, that it’s like illegal in your familial bylines to present yourself as anything other than perfect in public.”

“You are such a pain in the ass.”

“Oh my God! You did it again! It’s like it’s Christmas!”

Faux aggrieved, Annabeth rolls back her head in exasperation, eyes alone definitely not enough to emote the proper level of feeling.

“Hey don’t blame me,” Percy raises his hands in concession. “You’re the one who refuses to have fun, like you were a forty year old lawyer.”

Annabeth hikes up her brows, affronted.

“i have fun!”

“Right,” Percy snorts. “I’m sorry babe but Friday night board games don’t count.”

“Those are fun Percy!” Annabeth argues.

“You wouldn’t know fun if it hit you in the face!” Percy insists, stopping outside the stairwell.

“And what? Pelleting one another with water balloons like we were Freshman’s in college again, that’s fun to you I suppose?” Annabeth charges, glare firmly set and weight slung to her left hip.

“Why yes Grandma, it is,” Percy tells her, words hugged in a playful cadence that really could entice anyone to commit a felony with him. The bastard.

“You are a prick,” Annabeth informs him waspishly.

“And you don’t always gotta be so stressed. I mean I respect the hustle Chase, but you’re allowed to just chill once in a while, let down your hair and all.”

“You couldn’t handle that,” she sniffs, pulls out her card to swipe. “If I actually tried me and the girls would ruin you fools.”

“Is that right?”

“Wipe the floor with you,” Annabeth assures.

“Well then, looking forwards to the challenge Chase,” Percy beams, softly tugs on her high pony before walking back to the apartments. It feels like a legion of butterflies are swarming down deep in Annabeth’s stomach over the small contact alone.

“Damn you Percy Jackson.”

“Remind me again why you’re helping? Hazel asks for the third time that Saturday morning as the four sum are crowded around the makeshift map Annabeth had sketched out for them to follow, fully determined now.

“Shh,” Piper swats at her arm, as if physically trying to shoo the question away. “Annabeth we don’t care as long as you explain the plan just one more time.”

“Slower,” Rachel tacks on, gnawing on her thumb nail nervously.

“Right, well just listen closer ladies, this is a one and done deal, okay?” She’s met by a chorus of nods before she repeats her game strategy, one where each girl takes one of the four main hotspots around the building, skulking in the shadows until the predicted guy ends up there, surprised and defenseless when met by the water balloons of doom.

“I’ve already casually told both Jason and Leo that my parents were throwing us a brunch up state, so they don’t even know that we’re here.”

“God Annabeth if I didn’t think it would ruin our friendship I’d kiss you right now,” Piper sighs dreamily.

“Focus that pretty little head McLean,” Annabeth instructs, elbowing her side caustically. “You’re position is by the gym, Jason always goes there Saturday afternoons cause he thinks it makes it alright for him to get plastered that night.”

“You’re fucking a nerd,” Rachel tells Piper and both Annabeth and Hazel can’t help but nod along.

“No judgment zone!” Piper demands petulantly.

“Whatever,” Annabeth waves her off. “Hazel you’ll be in the front, waiting for Frank to come visit, and Rachel you’ll be waiting in the garden area where Leo comes to build one of his freaky gadgets.”

“Totally, you can count on me babe.”

“And what about you Annabeth?” Hazel asks.

“I’ve got Jackson,” Annabeth tells her, tone mock grave as she cocks her own toy weapon determinedly.

“So sexy,” Piper marvels.

Their building rents out a corner on the bottom level to a small bistro with friendly smiles and tasty enough brew that it keeps them coming back. It’s where Annabeth and Percy had first met when he had moved in with the others nearly six months ago. It’s also the first place Annabeth heard his laughter, and where Percy listened when she went on a tirade about her crazy parents and their crazy expectations and how sometimes she just needed space away from all of it. It’s where Percy told her that his mother is the most important person in his world and how he thought he never cared what his father thought of him until he had to make a decision on what he’d major in, and of course he followed in Poseidon’s footsteps. It’s where they stayed up late trading stories about their complicated childhoods and dreams for their futures and the place that Annabeth knew for sure that if she let herself, she really could fall for Percy. For the candor in his brilliant eyes. For the pretty smile he sports for the sake of his loved ones over himself, and for the conviction in his beliefs.

Annabeth tries not thinking of any of that when she crouches down deeper in the dark nook behind one of the decorative plants as Percy gets up from his table, tossing out his latte and shouldering his work bag.

It’s now or never.

The moment Percy steps through the threshold Annabeth pounces up and aims. What she doesn’t expect is for him to keel over to block her, and instead of hitting his insanely chiseled pecks, the water balloon hits straight in his face. Close enough and hard enough that the water suddenly darkens to red, mixing with the blood pouring out his nose.

“Holy shit!” Percy cries, pinching his nostrils shut.

“Oh my God!” Annabeth yells, frantically grabs for a pile of napkins from the counter besides her— toppling over a mess of straws and sugar packets in her wake— and then dashes over to press them into his grasp. “I’m so so sorry! I didn’t in my wildest dreams imagine that would happen! I swear!”

Annabeth expects at least for Percy to bemoan the injury, but instead she’s answered by a frankly terrifying boom of cackles.

“Percy? Have you cracked? Did I knock your brains out permanently?”

“When you said you’d ruin us, I didn’t think you’d literally cause physical harm Chase,” Percy retorts, still fighting down bubbles of laughter.

“You’re manic,” she pouts, long suffering.

“And you’re terrifying.”

“Bet it works for you though,” she preens, can’t help but be boastful over the way a blush touches the tops of his cheeks.

“Talk about adding harm to humiliation,” Percy grouces.

“Poor baby,” Annabeth mock croons, thinks that today actually might turn out pretty amazing.

She brings him upstairs to properly clean off the blood from his face and to come up with the conditions with at least a temporary truce, definitely not so she can finally trade a totally thrilling snog with him in privacy.

“You drive a hard bargain Chase,” Percy tells her, settling into the sofa as Annabeth unfolds her game of monopoly for them, having proclaimed that it’s a perfect time for her to prove how much fun board games can be.

“Oh hush,” she cuffs him on the back of the head playfully. “You’re just mad I won.”

“More like you committed battery,” Percy contends, pouting moodily, is only consoled when Annabeth leans forwards to kiss him again.

“You looked pretty bleeding— Oh God! Did I just say that out loud?”

Percy dissolves into a peals of laughter once more, and Annabeth tries her damndest to melt into a puddle right on spot.

“I can’t believe I’m so into such a maniac,” Percy tells her, eyes and smile glittering.

“SO rude,” Annabeth sniffs, arms crossed against her chest.

“But accurate Chase.”

Annabeth doesn’t bother to argue anymore because Percy’s already slanted their lips against one another again, and he’s doing this insane thing with his tongue that it makes her toes curl.

Yeah, today turned out amazing indeed.

#Percy jackson #pjo #annabeth chase #percabeth #bellonnabelle #thanks so much my love #ily #i wrote this too quick and it's probs crap #i just got so excited i finally had an idea for something for the first time in a bit #SPILT INK

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popatochisssp · 5 years

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Purely because I can and because no one can stop me, the Diamond AU version of this post...

Sans (Undertale): Blue Diamond’s court is very relaxed and casual. Not many stand on ceremony and there’s a lot of free-floating Pearls and Sea Glass that don’t particularly belong to anyone and are just sort of snagged by whoever needs them and then dismissed when they’re done. You’re one such Sea Glass, plucked up at random by a bored Blue and told to do...whatever it is you do best, just go for it. You’re almost frozen by nerves for a moment, but you do your best to get over it and perform your talent for your Diamond...who promptly falls asleep. You spend a solid week thinking yourself a boring failure and awaiting a dismissive shattering, but the next time Blue Diamond picks out a gem to entertain him, he chooses you again. On purpose. Apparently, you’re not boring, you’re lulling, and there’s nothing your Diamond loves more than sleeping. You guess...you’ll take it???

Papyrus (Undertale): You’re at a gala hosted by the illustrious Orange Diamond... or at least, you’re supposed to be. It’s the first ever party he’s thrown and no one’s quite sure how to act, what to do, how much fun, precisely, is allowed to be had... Even the highest ranking aristocratic gems are uncertain wallflowers, to say nothing of the servants like you who have so much more to lose by accidentally offending. Orange Diamond doesn’t look particularly pleased by the hesitance either, though, or the feedback-loop of anxiety that seems to be causing in everyone else. You suppose it’s chance that in a sweep of the room, it’s your eyes he meets. He marches straight to you, his physical form lighting up and beginning to change, shrinking around his gem, and by the time he reaches you said gem fills up his entire rib-cage but he’s your size...holding a gentlemanly hand out to you and asking if you’d care to dance. You can’t possibly refuse-- and seeing a Diamond dance with a simple Sea Glass certainly sets a standard of what’s ‘allowed’ at one of Orange’s balls. It may be your first dance, but it’s far from the last.

Sky (Underswap Sans): Yellow Diamond is always so busy, poring over budgets and reports and communications from all the other Diamonds, answering all kinds of questions, figuring out what to do and how the best way to do it is... It’s complicated stuff, lots of moving pieces, but he stays on top of it, for the bright future of the Empire! He has Pearls to assist with the minutiae anyway, plus fellow Diamonds to consult for the big stuff and he figures that’s probably about all he needs. He’s not sure how to take it, though, when a gem in a mostly unnoticed menagerie pipes up one day, unprompted, that he looks tired. You certainly have his attention when you say as much and you only double down when he picks you up to see you better. As a Sea Glass, you insist, you have a good sense for these things-- when’s the last time he took a break? Well, he................ Huh. You’ve got him there and as soon as he realizes it, he starts to laugh. Yellow Diamond is a straight-shooter who appreciates your brand of frankness and he thinks that maybe you’re the kind of gem he ought to keep around...? He’s been looking for an excuse--any excuse-- to go visit some more of Homeworld’s gardens and arboretums and you may be just the little enabler he’s been looking for!

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): As far as Diamonds’ niches go, Green Diamond’s isn’t necessarily a glamorous one, but it’s one he’s proud of. Gems need working warp pads and well-maintained spires, after all, and maybe most in his position wouldn’t actually go check on the status of repairs personally, but... Well, even he wants to get up off his rear-end occasionally, and he finds it reminds the people that he’s around and invested, which is always good to do. He’s only cursorily looking things over on one such visit, half-listening to the Peridot reporting to him on the status of repairs when a much louder voice pulls his already distracted attention elsewhere... to you, a poor, frightened looking Sea Glass getting screamed at by your Malachite. He can’t quite figure out, from all the yelling, what it is you were supposed to have done wrong, but the longer he listens, the less he cares. Your Malachite looks utterly horrified when he makes his way over and they start apologizing profusely for the unseemly display, but he’s never been big on the whole punishment thing. He’d rather just...right the wrong. For you, that means being plucked up by a Diamond and settled on his shoulder, casual as anything as he announces, “this one’s mine, i’m takin’ ‘em.” So... you guess that makes you... Green Diamond’s now??? This is...probably going to take awhile to process...

Jasper (Underfell Sans): Red Diamond doesn’t have much of an entourage when it comes to non-combat-specialized gems. He’s always refused Pearls and cited the rough and tumble nature of fighting on the front lines to expand the empire as the reason he won’t even keep a harem of Sea Glass for entertainment. One Sea Glass is more than enough for him and that’s you, your Diamond’s tiny treasured favorite. You are utterly spoiled for your gem type and you know it, spending most of your days lounging on the small army of pillows he’s amassed around you to keep you safe, even if you should somehow poof. It would be easy to write yourself off as his pet... if you hadn’t seen firsthand how attentively he watches you when you perform for him, or the way he only really relaxes when he’s alone with you, stroking your back or telling you jokes or asking you to glow for him. As crazy as it seems, you’re pretty sure that Red Diamond’s heart is truly yours... and maybe someday, you’ll actually work up the courage to ask him if that’s true.

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): Black Diamond has many Sea Glass and a handful of Pearls to attend him. You’re among their number and you’ve started to notice something. Something... upsetting. In public, all his other servants and entertainers seem to have free rein when it comes to his person-- they’re allowed to stand by his feet, to hop into his open palm, even to perch up on his shoulder! But not you. Whenever he sees you, you’re promptly picked up and held like a doll in his closed fist, forbidden to roam about or stand where you choose and you have no idea what that means. Does he...not trust you? Does he think you’re the type to run away? You certainly can’t do much to entertain, held like that, so does he...not want you to perform where others can see? Are you an embarrassment?! You spend a lot of time fretting about this, worrying yourself to be inadequate, before you finally understand it. Black Diamond’s brought you to a war meeting, holding you in his gently closed fist as always, and you watch a fusion of quartzes-- enough to be more than half the height of your Diamond himself--run in with urgent news. Carelessly, they run into a Sea Glass and you flinch to see the poor gem poof and then shatter under their feet... and when her owner starts to squawk in outrage, Black Diamond’s hand squeezes around you. “THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LEAVE PRECIOUS THINGS OUT TO BE TRAMPLED,” he says to quiet the other gem before demanding the update from the quartz. The war meeting continues on all around you, but protected there in your Diamond’s grip, his thumb idly stroking your hair... you start to feel warm.

Mal (Swapfell Sans): The gem who made you is not your master. You don’t know that you’d want the Ametrine with wild and unpleasant mood swings to be your master, but you also don’t particularly love your situation because you’re meant to be a gift for the luminous Purple Diamond...a gem who’s never once taken a Sea Glass and who only begrudgingly allows an assistant Pearl. The Ametrine seems confident that you’re well-made enough to be an exception, something that will win her a Diamond’s favor, but when the moment comes that you’re to be handed over... Purple Diamond hardly seems impressed with you. You kind of want to run and hide as he stares you down and the Ametrine just keeps talking about what a good gift you’ll be and how much you’ll enrich his life and you really just want her to shut up, but she won’t and you are genuinely starting to fear for your future at this point. And then Purple Diamond’s Pearl speaks up, saying... well, all manner of unkind things about you and how you’re unnecessary, just a knockoff, bootleg Pearl that is obviously not needed in the presence of the real thing. Apparently, this is your saving grace: as you come to find out later, Purple Diamond isn’t all that fond of his Pearl--mostly because he hates to be spoken for--and nothing in that moment made you quite so appealing as the opportunity to be contrary. He reaches down, offering his hand for you to step into as his Pearl sputters and protests and just like that, you are a Diamond’s Sea Glass, exactly as planned. ...You wonder how it’s going to pan out.

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): You never expected to end up alone, on a colony-in-progress, standing over Violet Diamond’s gem. The organics were supposed to have been driven off and no one had thought they had the power to dissipate a quartz’s body, much less a Diamond’s. The rest of the entourage had already scattered, not wanting to stay and find out what these lifeforms could do to lesser gems if they could take down the most powerful among them. The Sea Glass like you, you could understand, but the soldiers and guards you cursed out vigorously for leaving you here alone, with organics closing in on you. You...probably should’ve run with the rest, but... Violet Diamond was always kind to you, holding you carefully and letting you rest in the hood of his cloak and showing you interesting and usually fuzzy things from each new world he explored... Those fond memories wouldn’t let you leave him defenseless, and even though you’re only one fragile Sea Glass, you find the strength somewhere in your gem to summon something to defend yourself with. Luck is on your side and you don’t have to fight for long, Purple Diamond and a whole host of troops arriving to drive back the little rebellion and all you can do is stand there shaking and clutching your rudimentary weapon. Violet Diamond reforms quickly and when Purple tells him what you did, he looks at you with...the softest and most sincere smile you’ve ever seen. “guess i know who my real friends are, huh?” he muses, scooping you up into his hand. It takes a lot of shushing and soothing before you can calm down, but he gets you there. You feel like there’s been a shift in your relationship, though...and it feels like a good one.

Slate (Horrortale Sans): You’re the first-- the prototype for a new kind of gem, a Sea Glass. You’ve gone through all the preliminary analyses and tests and now you’re being presented to Gray Diamond to decide if your type is viable. His expression is too hard for you to read as he looks down at you from his impressive height, asking quiet questions to your handlers about your cut and specs and purpose. You’ve never been more scared in all your four or five planet rotations than when he picks you up in his massive hand, using his other to carefully tug at your limbs and nudge your face this way and that to get a better look at all of you. “...cute,” seems to be his final judgment, and then looking you right in the eye, “woulda loved to’ve been there when you formed. bet it was a real sight to see.” It’s...it’s probably the most flattering thing anyone has ever said about you, and the fact that it’s your first compliment ever doesn’t cheapen it at all. You’re flattered, happy, and totally beyond your control, you start to do something you’ve never done before: you glow. It surprises everyone, most of all yourself, and Gray Diamond looks at you with one wide eye-socket, practically awed (which does not make your glowing problem lessen at all). “think i’ll hold onto this one,” he tells the engineers. “try ‘em out, see if we could use more.” There are many more Sea Glass made after you, but you’re the only one kept by Gray Diamond.

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): You’re a cracked Sea Glass. If there’s one thing gems in your situation aren’t, it’s ‘in short supply,’ so you are only one of dozens sitting in Brown Diamond’s research facilities. Nobody’s ever really explained to you what they’re trying to do here and it’s never been your place to question, but neither are you stupid and you realize, sitting beneath all their scanners and nodes and experimental devices, that the technicians here are trying to fix you. You can’t imagine how beneficial that research would be to the Empire-- to more important gems than you, especially-- so you continue to comply with all the tests and treatments obediently, understanding your purpose as a guinea pig; the coal-mine-canary. Brown Diamond himself comes to speak to you one day and he’s kinder than you expected him to be, even shapeshifting himself smaller to talk to you easier. He seems unduly concerned with your comfort levels and you feel compelled to assure him that you don’t mind experiencing pain or unpleasantness if it’s to find out how to fix broken gems like you. He looks at you strangely, like you said something silly. “You Don’t Need To Be Fixed,” he says. “You’re Not Broken, Just Hurt.” And to your surprise, he goes on to say that you and the others like you aren’t expendable in all this research, like you’d thought-- in fact, everything stops if it looks like a treatment may hurt you or damage your gem any worse than it already is, no matter how promising it is otherwise. “I Want To Help Gems Here,” he explains, “Not Hurt Them,” and just like that, in that one moment of moving empathy... you think you may have a crush on a Diamond. Much as you’d very much like to not be cracked anymore, you hope that it takes the scientists a long time to figure out this healing thing, so you can see him a lot more often...

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patricia-von-arundel · 5 years

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A Small Indulgence

I said I’d eventually get around to writing something with a little more substance, and finally found the time today to sit down and finish this thing. I’m still kind of having the voices of these characters come and go in my head - think of radio reception, fading in and out - so hopefully they were being as cooperative here as it felt like they were being. Writing Byleth is fucking hard.

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Rating: T (violence)

Summary: It's not doubts about the coming battle that plague Edelgard after truths are revealed and promises made - it's her doubts about Byleth... and about her own feelings.

They camped the night before close enough to see the silhouette of the monastery, a dark, looming mass against the gathering dusk. The tension, palpable as the chill in the air, was perhaps inevitable - but Edelgard knew there was also nothing to be done about it.

Still, it was distracting - and she had too many things threatening to distract her at the best of times. Which tonight most certainly was not. Nor, if she was honest with herself...

Nor was tension the right word for what she felt.

Fear.

What she felt was fear.

Not only about the battle to come, but also about whatever might come after it. Selfishly, as well, fear of what it might mean for herself. There was control in helping shape the future, but none at all in what ultimately occurred.

The day melted away in what seemed no time at all. There were inspections, instructions, final discussions, directions, commands, and only when Edelgard ordered that both meat and dessert be served with the evening meal - it would boost morale, and soon the problem of sufficient rations would solve itself - did she realize she had not eaten nor sat down since breakfast. She added dinner to her mental list, knowing both Hubert and Dorothea would invariably notice and chide her.

What was it like, to be one of those soldiers? She watched them for a time - most were talking and laughing, though she saw some somber, pensive faces, meals only picked at. Some of them would never eat again. They would put on armor, ready their weapons... and die in mud and filth and their own blood.

Of course, the same was true for her. But this she had chosen. How many of those before her had truly chosen to be here? They were following orders, as they had sworn to do. Her orders.

Perhaps sometimes it was for the best, being so alone now. Leaving no one behind to mourn or grieve or cry at her loss. So many of these men had families. Parents, children, brothers and sisters.

"Your Majesty?" The voice of an earnest-looking young soldier, turning a sheaf of papers over and over in his hands. "The final weapons inventory is complete."

"Back to work, then..."

The soldier looked a bit startled. "Hm?"

"Nothing. Thank you."

For the best, but very lonely.

As the young soldier walked away, one of the tables shouted for him. "How do you always draw the worst duties? Catch!" He deftly caught the cake they tossed him, and left laughing and shaking his head.

So very, very lonely.

She left them to their meal, and their enjoyment.

Work continued as the sun sank below the horizon. Candlelight flickering on the map before her, on her glove as she traced one finger along battle lines she had long since memorized. She still wasn't happy with the plans for the western approach - it felt as if it had a weak spot, a potential hole, but where that might be was elusive.

She considered calling Petra - the master of spotting such things, with her hunters' eyes - but Edelgard hated to disturb what little sleep anyone might be able to get on a night like this one. Hubert would be close, of course, but he, too, should be asleep, and she wasn't going to encourage his behavior (as if it would not continue regardless).

And there was the one she wanted to see...

I will protect Edelgard.

But it wasn't like that. She couldn't fall victim to what might prove dangerous assumption. Especially not now.

She rolled the map again with a sigh, finally giving in to the dull ache that had begun to thump behind her eyes. She needed to at least attempt sleep herself. Blow out the candle, and sleep. And tomorrow -

Tomorrow, take back the world.

"With you by my side," she murmured - if only to herself.

Protect Edelgard.

The memory was there, echoing as she prepared for bed, as she combed her hair, coiled it up so it would not tangle in the night, changed her clothes. Beneath blankets, eyes resolutely shut, she reminded herself several times - to stop being utterly ridiculous. She attempted to review the map again, mentally. She told herself to sleep.

Eventually, she did.

The battle raged with the fierce, bloody violence that she had feared. Endless, the other side, and in helmets and armor, as if soulless as well. Edelgard could feel the harshness of her own breath, the growing heat in the muscles of her arms, as she cut through them. Sprays of blood - those, too, were hot, but quickly cooled and grew sticky against her skin.

Tattoos of death. Senseless, meaningless death. Death by her blade. Death by her hand. But still, she swung her axe, and still, she killed them.

"Edelgard!" Byleth. She darted through as if their enemies were motionless. "An opening - into the monastery. This way." And cat-like, she was gone again, leaving Edelgard to try to chase after her.

I would follow you anywhere.

The inside of the monastery was shockingly quiet, after the chaos of battle outside its walls. No students, no staff - even the cats seemed to have vanished. It was almost unnatural - eerie.

But Byleth seemed sure of herself. "Leave your weapons here."

"My... weapons?"

A curt nod. "I have another idea. They'll just weigh us down. Let's get to the cathedral."

Edelgard did as told. She had given Byleth lead, after all, for a reason. Even when that lead was disquieting.

Protect Edelgard.

My teacher...

Past the greenhouse, the dining hall. The dormitory - all her things would still be there. Books and ribbons and letters from her father. Uniforms she would likely never wear again.

And the cathedral itself, looming over all like the monstrosities that dwelt within it. Edelgard felt her heartbeat quicken. She glanced at Byleth - expressionless. Sure of whatever it was that she had planned.

No chorus rang out inside the cathedral. There were no prayers. Just the lone figure waiting at the end of the nave. The one they had come here to seek.

Rhea.

She smiled at them. That serene smile that was more of a mask than any Edelgard had worn. "I've been waiting."

Byleth nodded. Still expressionless. "Where?"

"Just in here. Come."

Edelgard's heart felt like a trapped bird, flapping desperately within her chest.

I will protect Edelgard.

When Byleth followed Rhea, she went with them. She felt small, suddenly. Defenseless. Something was wrong. Something...

Her breath caught at the turn. A place she knew, but not here. A place windowless, dark, cold. Stone walls, stone floors. And...

Chains.

"No." She took a step back, shaking her head, panic already clutching her. "No, please-!"

Byleth grabbed her arms. Her grip was like steel.

Edelgard fought her. Bucked and struggled and tried to kick. But she was a child again, and Byleth lifted her effortlessly. Rhea watched, wordless - but still, that serene smile, as Edelgard felt the desperate, terrified tears began to fall, and the painful cold of the manacles Byleth closed around her wrists. She began to tremble - the cold, and the fear.

Byleth stepped back, standing with Rhea, her face still expressionless as Edelgard cowered against the wall, legs quivering, finally giving out. She sank, pulling her knees to her chest, shaking and small and helpless.

But she forced her eyes up, meeting Byleth's. "My... my teacher?"

I will protect Edelgard.

Cold, hard eyes. "You are not the only one with betrayal within them, Edelgard."

"My teacher - please! Please! Don't-!"

But they left her. The door closing, the thud of the lock, and then silent darkness, broken only by her harsh, desperate sobs for breath.

Her sobs, and the skittering of the rats in the walls.

She woke with a choked gasp, pulling her arms tight against her chest. In the moonlight, she could see the walls of her tent. No stone.

Still, she squeezed her eyes shut - as if that could hide the memory already seared across her mind. Told herself none of it was real, as if that did anything either. Deep breaths. Turning on her side, pulling the blankets up with her shaking hands.

The leader of an empire, trembling in her bed like a frightened child.

But that was why. Why they had to do it. She knew she couldn't prevent every nightmare for ever child in the world, but she could see to it that some nightmares, at least, could never happen again. That the children of Fódlan could sleep safely in beds, and not in chains.

Perhaps then her own nightmares would finally cease.

With her breath and heart finally mostly calmed, she sighed, pushing the blankets away and sitting up. No use in trying to sleep now - she knew well how this mental ritual was performed. And the night air, cool and crisp as it was, might help clear her mind. She left her gloves and jacket - it was well past evening curfew, and she knew where the sentries were stationed. No one would see.

Outside was dark and quiet, no noise but gentle wind through the trees. Candles still burned in a few tents - Hubert's among them, she noted with a touch of amusement and complete lack of surprise - but it was the light from the monastery, far above them, that caught her eye.

They knew she was coming. Of course they knew.

Rhea knew.

"I shall never wear chains again." Spoken softly - but the truth rang through her like the bells in the cathedral.

"Edelgard?"

She jumped - startled not only by the sound, but also by the owner of the voice. She brought her arms up, crossing them tightly against her chest, as if Byleth might otherwise be able to see the heart once more beating madly beneath.

"Couldn't sleep?" Byleth was still dressed, and Edelgard realized she wasn't even sure where Byleth had been all day.

Meeting with Rhea?

Edelgard wanted to think it was ridiculous to even consider, but her own actions of late spoke otherwise. She wanted to dismiss the very idea, nonetheless. Byleth would never betray her.

Would she?

The expressionless face. Rhea's serene, sweet smile.

I will protect Edelgard.

She was shaking again. She tightened her arms against her chest, hoping to hide it, and suddenly very aware once more of the scars criss-crossing her bare skin. If Byleth noticed either, though, she said nothing.

Edelgard took a deep breath. "Just... just another nightmare."

Please don't leave me. Please, please don't ever leave me. Don't leave me to those chains. The loneliness...

Words she knew she could never say. Or so she had to force herself to believe. Especially now.

"I'm sorry."

Edelgard looked away. She didn't know quite what to say. She wanted to ask - about Rhea. About where Byleth had been. About her decision to stay. More words she could not say.

"Edelgard?"

Either of them could die tomorrow, just as easily as any of those soldiers laughing over a meal. Either of them, or both of them, and Edelgard had long since ceased to believe in the promise of an afterlife.

All the words she might never have the chance to say.

"My teacher..."

Byleth watching her, waiting patiently. But not expressionless - not truly. That tight smile. Those eyes, bright even in the dim light.

Another deep breath. "Might I ask... a small indulgence?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She let herself fall against Byleth, her hands fisted between their chests, eyes closed and her breath short, harsh. There was no hesitation in Byleth's response - arms wrapped around her, pulled her closer, though they were stiff, as if not accustomed to holding someone.

Well, that made two of them.

But she was warm, and she was there. And slowly, Edelgard felt the trembling ease.

"I know our path is the right one," she said then, softly. "But still, I feel doubts and fears. So much I cannot control." She laughed, though there was no humor in it. "Even my own dreams."

She pulled away. Only a small indulgence, she had asked for, and already, it felt a much larger one. "I should let you get to sleep."

"You should try, too."

Edelgard nodded. "Yes, my teacher."

"I like your hair like that." Byleth reached out, brushing her fingers against one of the coils. "Goodnight, Edelgard."

And she turned and walked away, leaving Edelgard to reach up, and rest her own fingers where Byleth's had been - wondering.

The next day, so many words still unspoken, Byleth was gone.

#edeleth #edeleth fanfiction #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three houses fanfiction #edelgard #edelgard von hresvelg #byleth #byleth eisner #rhea fire emblem

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singingcookie · 5 years

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WIP Excerpt

I’m sharing this because I’m uhhhhh excited? I’m not finished with it quite yet but it’s almost at 10k words so here’s the first, like 1k. I’m super looking forward to posting this piece eventually and hopefully I’ll be finishing it sooner rather than later

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“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay, Ochako-chan? I can still call my parents and cancel if you need.”

Ochako knows she’s making a mistake. She can feel it deep within her gut. Yes, her instincts are screaming at her and telling her to grab Tsuyu’s hand. That she ought to do so while thanking her profusely for being such an amazing, dependable friend. But as she stares into those dark eyes, the selfishness dies away before it could possibly bring the words to her throat.

“No—thank you, really, but I—I got this!” Probably! Maybe. Hopefully... She doesn’t say the words aloud and tries her best not to imply them either. She even goes as far as to force her trademark grin, throwing her fists up in front of her to show off her determination on the matter. “Besides! You have a set of kiddos excited to see you already! You can’t let them down. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

It takes some additional urging, as well as Tsuyu making a point to remind her that she can always message her with any questions, but her best friend is waved off to leave for the train station. Her hand is still raised in farewell, even after Tsuyu has turned away. Once she’s gone finished going down the few steps of Heights Alliance, Ochako lowers it again, taking a deep breath before (once again) going over her mental checklist. With Tsuyu gone, that leaves her entirely alone on this.

But then, she had taken the time to insist she could handle it, hadn’t she?

Aizawa had approached the two of them, along with Deku and Kirishima, the day before to ask if any of them were going to be around the dorms for their day off. Due to his workload with the new first years, Aizawa has been running behind on paperwork at both of his jobs and wants to spend the day off getting it back under control. Which, apparently, is difficult when you also have a seven year old to take care of.

Their former homeroom teacher made a point of explaining that he was concerned about leaving the child overnight with anyone she didn’t know very well, with all things considered. “And she’s always seemed to be a bit more comfortable with everyone who participated in her extraction. I’d rather keep her within the school grounds otherwise Toogata would be more than willing to help.”

Ochako recalls being proud when she had answered first, affirming that she would be remaining behind for the day. But that pride had vanished when one by one the other three awkwardly (and sadly) admitted they already made plans to go back home. She must have looked like a fool, her face still stuck in a bright grin while she processed the prospect presented to her.

Uraraka Ochako is a lot of things, but she does not in any capacity know how to deal with kids—much less one who’s been through so much hardship in such a few short years of life.

She still remembers the overwhelming feeling of dread when Aizawa had looked at her and inquired if she would be willing to take on the task—it felt incredibly similar to the handful of times the Erasure Hero has used his Quirk on her, leaving her feeling completely and utterly defenseless under such a pressing gaze. How was she possibly supposed to refuse?

After giving her an approximation of when he would drop Eri off at Class 2-A’s dorm, the other three asked if they should stick around to help. But there’s no way Ochako could have let them stay, right? Of course not! They already have plans! They all might be a little more capable with kids than her, but she can still do it! That’s what she insisted to them over and over again.

Each of them would laugh if they could see her search history though, she’s certain. How to talk to kids. What do kids do for fun? What do seven year olds like to do? Yeah, that would definitely show how much she really has it handled..

But it’s not her fault! Ochako doesn’t exactly have any younger siblings to give her an idea—heck, even in her extended family, all the kids are either close in age or older than her so she has no frame of reference in the least. So as a result of that she’s always just felt sort of...awkward around kids.

But it’s usually fine if there are other people around! She usually defers to them and really only addresses the kid if they ask for attention or if she has something to say.

She can absolutely watch Eri alone though! Of that, she’s certain! Ochako even has a batch of activities in mind—thanks, in no small part, to those internet searches—along with various items Momo graciously agreed to create using her Quirk. Having stuff prepared doesn’t make her any less nervous for the moment that Aizawa and his essentially adopted daughter jar her from the pacing she’s been doing up and down the Heights Alliance steps since Tsuyu left.

“Eraserhead! Eri-chan!” Ochako’s waving at them as she returns to the bottom of the steps, and she wonders if that seems too eager. Well, too late to go back now.

“Uraraka.” Just one word makes it easy to tell that Aizawa is as sleep-deprived as ever. It probably doesn’t help that his hair is pulled up and out of his face so that it shows off even more the rings under his eyes. One of his hands is limply holding onto what is clearly a child’s overnight bag—somehow she wouldn’t have pegged Eri as someone who liked Hello Kitty. “Thank you again for agreeing to watch Eri through tomorrow.”

“Oh, it’s no problem! We’ll have lots of fun, won’t we, Eri-chan?” She claps her hands together as she looks down to the little girl hanging on to the Pro-Hero’s other hand. Those red eyes lock onto Ochako’s before they flit away just as quickly. The fingers of her open hand reach up for the strap of the bag on her person, and Eri’s mouth is still closed while she gives the most minute nod.

Haven’t even started yet and I’m failin’ at this. Great.

#wip #Uraraka Ochako #Eri #Eri bnha #bnha #adventures in writing #I CANNOT CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT FOR THIS PIECE FOLKS

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rycbar-horcrux · 5 years

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mayhaps reblogging those rings post was the best decision i made this week. your tags continue to bless the belexa ship time and time again. what would becky give lexi as a ring do you think? and how did they go about proposing to each other if they already did so? love to hear your thoughts 😇

Mayhaps the best decision you made this week was giving us that belexa fic. Now that right there was a blessing. It was a truly wonderful gift and maybe I love it a lot. 😁

Anyways, down to business. Perhaps surprising no one, I got a little long again. If time has taught us anything, it is that I apparently cannot control my thoughts on poison ivy bex and harley quinn lexi. But in my defense, there was a lot that i could say about these questions, some of which surprised me, and I really could have said more.

So the rings first. I feel like the resin rings happen earlyish into their romantic relationship. Cos they love one another but it’s too soon for some huge major action. Simultaneously it has been long enough that the inklings of ‘wow I could see myself spending my life with this person’ are here for both.

From Lexi, the ring is meant to be almost like a promise. Cos she remembers how Bex had been hesitant to believe that Lexi returned her feelings when they finally got together. Plus, this whole relationship is kind of a big deal to her. She’s ever felt quite like this before and that is a lil bit scary. But despite that, she is 1000% in and that’s what fuels the ring. She wants Bex to know just how just how much she loves her just in case it doesn’t always quite show or Bex doubts anything So like I said, she carefully picks the components for the ring, taking into account their meaning. Picking a strong, reliable wood (maybe something like oak), and a small but meaningful flower like the forget-me-not. But when it comes to it, she chickens out a little. When prompted, tells Bex that the choices were random and that she didn’t even know what they meant anyways. But of course Bex can see right through her. She doesn’t call her on it, but she knows. And Lexi knows she knows.

Now, Bex goes for a resin ring too, so whilst it is different in appearance, the two have rings in a matching style. First the wooden half, and she does something a wee bit different for that.

So, Lexi can get quite attached to her bats.They’re kind of reassuring weight in her hands. Whilst she’s far from defenseless without it, she gets an extra sense of power with it. All it takes is one little swing and she can unleash a world of pain on whomsoever deserve it. Not only that, but it’s pretty hard to defend yourself from a swinging bat. That hit’s gonna at least smart wherever it lands. It’s not just a tool to her, she can draw comfort and strength from it especially if she ends up feeling somewhat insecure or threatened when she’s out wreaking havoc on the town. Sometimes she’ll run her thumb over the base of the handle, the mostly smooth surface helping to quiet things down for her. Others she might rest it behind her neck, wrists carelessly dangled over it if she wants to appear confident are casually disinterested. But you get the idea. She’s so attached that she can identify it by the feel of the individual grooves, and can tell you the reasons behind any nicks on it that had been picked up over time. But whilst they tend to be on the sturdy side, things can happen, and they do break. And although she knows when to give up on a bat and replace it, she can never quite bring herself to throw the bits remaining of the old one away, at least not straight away. So when this ring stuff is going down, Lexi isn’t that long after having to replace her bat and has only just got into the swing of things with it. So Bex liberates the remaining handle of her last bat to use.

As for the flowers, I think she ends up creating something unique solely for this ring. Pour her heart and soul into making this complex, beautiful little flower. In a way, Bex has put so much of herself into making it that it’s almost like a part of her, which is maybe what she was going for. Kind of a symbolic to represent that for as long as she wants it, Lexi can always have at least this little part of Bex with her.

So that’s what Bex’s ring is, a symbol of reassurance. Of comfort. It’s Bex telling Lexi that she has received Lexi’s message and that she is here, and will be for as long as Lexi wants/needs.

So maybe sometimes after a long day or if Lexi is out and about and whispers start up in the back of her mind, Bex looks at the ring and watches the way the light glints off of the flower encased resin. The sight proving to be almost mesmerizing as she remembers the meaning behind the ring, Lexi’s voice ringing through her head louder than any of her thoughts could hope to. And maybe sometimes Lexi runs her thumb along the ring. Caresses the familiar wood as well as the smooth resin. Maybe that simple motion can bring a sense of calmness, of belonging, to her, maybe it can help her right the world when someone threatens to shake the ground she stands on. Maybe the pair can look at those rings, can look at the other wearing them and just be utterly filled up with a feeling of love, but not only that, the certainty of their love being returned. Maybe they look at those rings and see the promise and also the possibility. The possibility that maybe someday in the future, they could each have another ring. A ring that could have just as much meaning and warm emotion behind it. Maybe if you were to ask each of them, they would consider that possibility part of their promise in the ring. But that’s nobody’s business except there own now is it?

Now, your second question. Ngl, I need to think about the proposal more and flesh it out, but I can give you the bare bones that I already have.

Possible plot twist - the way I see it Lexi proposes. But I’ll come back to that in a minute. So it’d be kind of planned but not planned if that makes sense? The idea sat in the back of her head for months before she mustered the courage to properly think of it. And when she does, the whole situation seems surprisingly simple, cause why would she not want to marry Bex? But then that’s a whole other set of problems. Cause when should she do it? What should she say? Does she give her a ring? What kind of ring would Bex even like? Where should of she do it? Anyways, you get the idea. So she thinks things over even more. Plans out a couple of ways that it could go down. She puts some serious thought into the whole thing, cause this is a big deal to her, and she wants to try and make it perfect for Bex.

As a matter of fact, she’s still considering things as the moment occurs. It’s like she looks at Bex and all of the questions, all of the doubts and worries just melt away and the words practically slip out. And maybe just lets them. Then quickly follows up with a sort of mishmash almost ramble covering all of the sentiments that she had thought about. It’s maybe not the most eloquent of the speeches that she’d planned, but it’s also not the shortest/ most abrupt. And of course Bex accepts, though she does almost question it at first, just reminds Lexi that she only wants this if Lexi does too.

But I’m going to cut myself off there because now I’m thinking even more about it. I do plan to revisit it and some point when I can give it proper justice so I don’t want to ruin things too much. I will say that it is really something though.

Now Bex, she’d love to be married to Lexi, but like I said earlier, I don’t think she’d eagerly push for it. She wouldn’t want to do that to Lexi; put her in a position where she might have to consider something she doesn’t want to do or let Bex down. All Bex wants is for Lexi to be happy, regardless of whatever role that means she takes in her life. Whether that meant they’d initially stayed friends, or never put a label on their relationship, or never took that one major step, or whatever. She’s just happy to give Lexi the love that she deserves in whatever way Lexi needs it. So she doesn’t ever put any thought into proposing. That’s not to say that she doesn’t sometimes imagine what things would be like if they were married. She would love to be able to call Lexi her wife. To watch Lexi absolutely going to town on a group of deserving goons and say ‘that’s my wife’ in a mixture of pride and awe. To answer the almost questioning look as she holds up a man who’s insulted Lexi and made her doubt herself. To forget about her talents and answer the question with a solid punch to the face and a snarled ‘that’s my wife’ as she defends her. To be dragged by a dressed up Lexi to a Disney marathon at a nearby cinema, an small shrug and almost exasperated ‘that’s my wife’ offered in answer to the amused looks she receives.

But at the end of the day she reminds herself that all of those married moments and so much more already happen. The imagined emotion is all the same, it’s only the wording of what Lexi is to her that is different. And does that really matter?

So I feel like the only way that poison ivy Bex proposes is accidentally, the whole thing’d almost be a joke actually. It’d be first thing in the morning maybe, both still tired. Lexi’s half sprawled at the table whilst Bex is leaning against a counter on the other side. And Lexi is grumbling cos she wants some of Bex’s coffee but Bex is playfully hoarding it. She needs it, and if Lexi wants some then maybe she should make her own. Then finally she jokes ‘Maybe we should get married then. You’d have the whole what’s mine is yours thing to play off of.’ a small chuckle escaping before she finishes, ‘sides, plenty of people say we’re like a married couple anyways.’ It’s then that she’s suddenly wide awake, brain catching up with her runaway mouth as she turns fully to Lexi. Small smile dropping as she stares wide eyed at Lexi’s shocked face. Then for a heart stopping moment she can’t read anything off of Lexi’s face, for the first time in so long Bex actually has absolutely no idea what she is thinking. So she starts to panic, starts to wonder if she’s ruined things, and opens her mouth to try and play things off as a joke but Lexi’s quiet voice stops her. ‘Maybe we should’. And Bex blinks, Lexi’s face coming more into focus. She takes in the initially almost hesitant look that quickly disappears as her resolve must grow. The touches of a smile growing, the previously darting eyes now meeting hers, solid and sure. The question must be visible on her face as a sense of disbelief, hope and maybe a touch of wonder swirl inside her. Lexi just gives a single nod, reassuringly solid as she stands, moving around the table and closer to Bex. Nothing could stop the wide grin that grows on Bex’s face, widest and brightest that Lexi had ever had the pleasure of seeing, as Bex also steps towards her. Lexi almost worries about the rest of the world, because something that bright could surely only belong to the sun but she quickly decides that she doesn’t care. No, the rest of the world could remain forever bathed in darkness, whilst she stayed within these four walls with Bex. And the coffee would be absentmindedly places on the table behind as Bex finally reaches Lexi. Lexi quickly searing upwards on her tiptoes to claim Bex’s lips in a kiss before Bex could take any other action.

Now, neither of these involve engagement rings, but I’m not sure that they bother getting them? Cause the resin rings would just have so much weight tied to them, both initially when they got them, and most definitely by the time that proposals happen. So I feel like that kind of emotion would be kinda hard to top. Plus I don’t think they’d have a very long engagement. Nor do I think either would be hugely bothered over having a massive wedding. So I can see them going ‘right so we want to get married, let’s just do it’ and eloping. Road tripping either alone or maybe with some close friends and just doing it. Maybe they do it in Vegas, similar to Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn in the comics. I mean, they both want it, so what’s the sense in waiting? Plus maybe the idea of how people react to the pair returning with matching rings amuses them. Cos you just now that even after they’ve been together for so long (and let’s be real, the pair aren’t exactly hiding their feelings), people still talk about the pair just being really good friends. There’s got to be at least one gossip rag that mirrors that, and tbh the pair love to mess around with them and see how far they can push things before they finally report it correctly. It just calls out to their villainous mischievous sides.

#i really could have wrote so much more #look at you with that innocent angel emoji #why do i feel like you knew exactly what you were doing hmm?#do you love my thoughts now?#maybe my ask box should come with a warning #'ask me about poison ivy bex and harley quinn lexi at your own risk'#again sorry not sorry #it almost surprises me #it's like going aww there's a cute lil fluffy cloud #but upon closer inspection that thing is huge #a swirling ever changing mass of possibility #but it's just so soft and fluffy that you can't resist #again believe it or not i hadn't thought loads about the proposal until i dove into this #i really probably will revisit lexi's proposal at a later time #cos that's more how i see it going down #and boy did i have *thoughts* when i was writing #tbh i might even revisit bex's too #even just for fun #cos man did i get really into it as i was thinking about it #*maybe* part of the reason this took me so long was also because i had other ideas #ideas that you and your gentle prodding *might* consider a fic-tory #but that's neither here nor there #thanks for the kind words also #maybe you are too nice to me #belexa #gotham city au #danskwad

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misfxts · 5 years

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Last Day || Ichisada & Miyamoto Drabble

*Warning for drugging, vomiting, other sensitive material.

*Read [Black Hole] [Fresh Bruises] [Precious Things] [Hitting Home] X [To Be Loved] [Party Favors] [Supernova] [A Special Place]

Well, it seemed like her two week notice had gone well, considering that there had been absolutely no activity from Miyamoto’s end since she sent the resignation letter. He never came to her to hash out the details, never told her to speak to him in his office. None of it.

That is, until her last day arrived.

There was a small surprise-celebration from her coworkers after hours as her last day came to a close. Cake and champagne bottles-- the usual pleasantries. Hugs, good wishes, and a card signed by everyone.

And Miyamoto was there too.

“..It pains me to see our Star leave us...but I am also excited to see what she’ll decide to cast her radiance on next.” Miyamoto spoke, addressing the employees in a speech. “You will be greatly missed Ichisada. But we understand that these walls couldn’t keep your brilliance in forever..even if we all wished it to be.”

Polite chuckles filled the bar.

“There are plenty of things we’ll miss from you. Your smile, your grace... not to mention your impressive brewing skills. I have no idea how we’ll replace your extraordinary abilities in this bar...but we’ll make do. We’ve survived without you before.”

Miyamoto turned to look as two employees-- newbies he recently hired-- were busying themselves with filling up champagne glasses and handing them out to everyone. Giving two to Miyamoto. Of which, he offered one to Ichisada.

Were they alone, Ichisada would have smacked the glass out of his hand. But there were people around, people that didn’t know what had been going on for the past few months. There was no need for dirty laundry to be aired here.

Ichisada reached for the glass, holding it in her hand and looking up at Miyamoto.

Miyamoto smiled warmly and raised his glass.

“To Ami Ichisada, the Masquerade’s shining star!”

“To Ami Ichisada!”

Miyamoto motioned to clink glasses with Ichisada, which Ichisada followed through. Miyamoto then looped his arm through Ichisada’s to drink, something typically done by couples at weddings.

God, it made her want to fucking vomit.

After gathering everything from her locker and turning in her uniform and mask. Ichisada took one last look at the Masquerade before pushing the doors open and leaving.

It felt weird walking out of those doors, knowing she’ll never return again (well, maybe just to visit). To think she spent a huge chunk of her life working away in that bar, and she’s finally free of it.

For the longest time, Ichisada had felt like she would never be able to leave that place. Yet here she was, walking away from something that was at the very core of her person for the longest time.

Her emotions were swirling through her head. She felt dizzy, her muscles felt like they were becoming lead with ever-- Wait. That’s not normal.

...She’s been drugged.

Ichisada stumbled over to the wall, she needed to expel the drug-- and fast. Her fingers went into her mouth and jabbed at her uvula, recoiling as her body refunded the cake she ate onto the pavement. While a good plan on paper, it wasn’t enough to expel the drug that was already taking effect, as she felt her legs buckle and she slid down against the wall. Her breathing heavy.

Her eyelids drifted until they become hooded as a van pulled up into her vision, the back doors open and two men slide out.

“...She threw up.” “Smart, had she figured out we spiked her glass sooner anyways.” “How? The shit we put in her drink was odorless and tasteles-- never mind.Get her in before someone sees us.”

Ichisada could feel the men grabbing her arms and hoisting her up, dragging her limp body across the street and tossing her into the van then slamming the doors shut.

“I gotta say, Miyamoto-san wasn’t kidding when he said this girl was gorgeous. She is a solid 10/10.” “..Keep your dick in your pants, Miyamoto-san wants her in the same condition as she was before we drugged her. Just start driving.” “Ugh, fine.”

The sound of the van’s humming as it drove along the road was enough to lull her fully into her drug-induced sleep.

There came a point where she felt her body being dragged again, which caused her to be pulled out of her sleep-- even if she was barely conscious...then she got cold...then warm again. Like she was being wrapped up in a soft cloud..

And then back to oblivion, at least for awhile.

“Ichisada...” A voice called, distant in her head after some time.

She doesn’t respond.

“...Ichisada..” The voice called again, closer this time.

She turns herself over in the bed-- wait, bed?

“Ichisada, wake up.” The voice calls, at it’s loudest. Like they were right there with her.

It was enough for Ichisada to finally open her eyes.

Ichisada blinked slowly, finding herself in a room that wasn’t her own, in a bed that wasn’t her own, underneath a fluffy blanket that wasn’t her own, and in underwear that-- no, these were definitely her undergarments. Light streamed through a sliding door in the room, leading out to a balcony-- but it seemed like the door handles had been chained up for the time being.

“...Are you comfortable?” Asked Miyamoto, who sat on the bed. Once Ichisada registered this, she immediately tried to get away, bolting upwards with the intent to dash right out of that bed-- but was stopped by Miyamoto holding her shoulders.

“Ah ah ah...” Miyamoto gently scolds, pushing her down onto the bed. “The drug hasn’t fully worn off yet, my Star. You need to rest. I’ll ask you again; Are you comfortable?”

“Where the fuck are my clothes Atsushi?!” Ichisada bellowed, trying to worm herself out of his grasp. “Where the fuck am I? The hell did you do to me?!”

The outburst is met with a swift slap across the face.

“...I stand corrected, if you have the energy to talk back to me. The drugs must’ve worn off..” Miyamoto shakes his head. “A shame, you’re a real sleeping beauty you know. Insta.gram worthy and everything... wouldn’t that be something? Perhaps that could be our next business venture..Or perhaps Po.rnhub is more your style? You certainly have the body for it..”

“...Fuck you.”

Another slap.

“Language, my Star. Language.” He scolds, then looks over to a window. “Did you really think I’d let you leave me so easily? For someone with such a wonderful mind... you really are nothing but a dumb blonde. How disappointing.. Here I thought you were the outlier to that stereotype.”

“So, you drugged me, and brought me here to your home. That’s what you did?”

“Not my home per-say-- a safe house. But... Yes, that is all I’ve done to you.. Didn’t you think it was strange, that I had just hired two employees, and had them in charge of the champagne...?” Miyamoto looks back at Ichisada. “..Regardless. Whoever this other person is, they’ve made you lose faith in me... faith in us, what we built together...I’m going to remind you of what’s truly important.”

“Go to hell.”

Two slaps. Palm then back hand.

“..First, we’re going to wash that filthy mouth of yours and get your new employer-- that fiend’s name-- right out of your mouth. Then....I’ll tear you apart, take out the parts your new employer put inside, put you back together-- back to what you should be.” A pleasant hum is heard from Miyamoto as he gave his brief overview of his plans, he turns to Ichisada again. “..Follow my orders, and no harm shall come to you. However, if you continue to defy me..”

Miyamoto gets all that closer to Ichisada, one of his hands reaches over to tuck a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.

“...Then, I will have to do something I’ll really regret..” His voice is a low growl as he rubbed her cheek, thumb going to pull her bottom lip down like he was a vet looking at a sick dog’s gums. “..And frankly, I don’t know what that will be. Since you’ve always been such a good girl for me..I’ve never felt the need to punish you..”

Ichisada wanted to struggle, she wanted to kick and scream-- cry for help! Miyamoto could definitely see her heart going a mile a minute, pulsing in her ears. But she was stuck, there was nothing she could do. Ichisada was utterly defenseless.

“...Okay, Miyamoto-san.” She spoke, with a shaky sigh. “I’ll...I’ll do what you say, like I a-always have.”

That caused a grin to stretch over Miyamoto’s face, his eyes flicking over her own. Ichisada was certain he was aware of how hard her pulse was beating in his hand.

“...Perhaps you aren’t beyond saving after all, my Star..” He lifts his hand up and gets off of the bed, heading to the door.

“Now, get some rest-- and don’t even try to think of escape. I’m sure you know you’ll be met with a swift punishment if you do..” A hum escapes him. “..Your rehabilitation starts soon..”

#can it kasy; (drabbles)#booze babe; (ic)#guest; (atsushi miyamoto)#[ARC]; Cruel Devotion #ask to tag /#long post

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What just happened? I witnessed hatred. I felt the hatred. I have never seen a display of hatred in anime that comes close to the level of hatred I saw last Saturday night. That was a personal vendetta that exceeded any level I thought was even possible in the entire world of Hunter x Hunter.

You know how in school, when that one kid was clearly fuming (school analogy because Gon is 12? btw or is he anymore that’s another fucking topic for another section of this), absolutely nothing anyone said would change their mood from friends to teachers to disciplinary figures, etc. They would ignore everything everyone said, and everyone knew they wanted to fight. They wanted to fight more than anything else in their life. That was Gon for the entirety of this arc. I said this for weeks.

I could tell he was not listening to anything anyone was saying. He was so angry from the murder of his lifelong mentor that he was not going to be moved from his decisions. This was obvious when things that would normally elevate Gon’s mood no longer did so. Killua (bless his soul) had the agony of witnessing this first hand. They would go on recon missions, and Killua would try to make small-talk with Gon, only to find that Gon was not listening or did not care. That shit hurts, especially when Killua knows damn well that Gon is already upset, and he’s doing his best to try to make his friend feel better. I also said this for weeks.

However, even at this point, things are still not as bad as what I witnessed last Saturday night. At this point, things are still salvageable. This is obvious when Morel (bless his soul) asked Gon to prepare an attack imagining his opponent as if they were Neferpitou. Gon starts to get that fucking look in his eyes and invests his emotional power into his Nen. Killua steps in to calm him down, and it works.

They plan their attack on the palace in a Nen-dimension Knov (bless his soul) created, and Gon shows signs of not paying attention to anything that doesn’t have to do with Neferpitou. For weeks, the only things that fuel his desire to listen to what others have to say is whether or not he thinks it will “help Kite”. This is past the point of unhealthy, and others are noticing it. No one knows how bad things really are. I have an idea of how bad things are in the form of a pit in my stomach that was getting denser and denser for weeks. I was naive. If the worst-case scenario in my mind at this point in the series played out last Saturday night, it would’ve been a miracle. Meleoron was right. Meleoron was underestimating.

As soon as they get inside the palace, literally within seconds (emphasis on seconds), Gon already deviates from the plan. Sure in the strategy of the attack, his deviation saved the lives of his teammates and helped preserve the plan’s future steps, but I guarantee you that whatever sliver of strategy managed to form in his mind would not have happened if Neferpitou was also in the room. Gon wanted to find Neferpitou as soon as he entered that palace. Youpi was the most significant lead he had on figuring anything out about Neferpitou’s location, and that is 100% why he attacked Youpi immediately. It’s very likely that if Neferpitou was also in that stair room that the entire plan would have crumbled because of Gon. If Gon ran towards Neferpitou, it would’ve allowed Youpi to gain the advantage of attacking the team first and likely claiming lives very quickly. I remember in this episode how happy I was that Neferpitou wasn’t in the stair room because of what might’ve happened. After witnessing what I saw last Saturday night, there would’ve been a better outcome if they were on the stairs too.

Komugi (bless her soul) is now involved, and this is where things get much worse than I expected. This isn’t the worst case scenario yet, but it’s a disaster and a series of events that I know within this ever-growing pit in my stomach that they will never get closure. Meurem (bless his Komugi-loving soul) is already distraught that Komugi got injured from a bird attack, and he assigns Neferpitou to take care of Komugi’s injuries immediately since she got injured on their watch. Neferpitou wants to play with the new Nen power that has just entered their radius, and Netero sends them far away while Dragon Dive falls. Neferpitou hurtles themselves back to the palace to find Meurem holding an unconscious and bleeding Komugi in his arms. Neferpitou is now immensely sorry that they let their selfish attitude interfere with the duties the king assigned to them. You can see it in their eyes. You can see it in everyone’s eyes. The king silently but desperately is asking for help, one of the most human things he has ever done. (This is another topic that I could go on forever about I love the two of them so much.) These are the first tears that fall from Neferpitou’s eyes. My eyes are sobbing. The king has to take care of the intruders, but he knows if Neferpitou stays to help Komugi, he’ll be at a disadvantage without the information that Neferpitou’s En provides. Okay I’m actually done talking about this because I love Meurem. Point is, things are worse now. Still, they are not as bad as what’s to come.

Now Neferpitou is fixed to one spot basically guaranteeing that Gon will be the one to find them because Neferpitou is not searching/hunting/detecting at all. Neferpitou is not a fearsome Chimera Ant Royal Guard using their En to detect, intimidate, and emit pressure to their enemy. Neferpitou is now a protective mother.

Gon finds out where they are, and things immediately get worse again. Worse than anything I’d feared. I said for weeks that Gon was going to do villainous things when he found Neferpitou again. I could even begin to expect what happened. Gon’s hatred explodes exponentially at the exact moment Neferpitou turns around. He’s enraged. He’s in hysterics. He’s not himself. At this moment I’m in more fear than I’ve ever been in because Neferpitou shows 0 sign of aggression or even curiosity about fighting Gon. This goes against every note I ever had about this arc. Neferpitou shows signs of submission at increasingly extreme levels to no avail (crying now btw remembering this scene because I still hear that sound in my head) while Gon exceeds his levels of hatred with each sentence that comes out of his mouth. Neferpitou is exuding desperation because they want to try their hardest to help the king after messing up. They acted on a selfish impulse at the very beginning of the invasion, and now they are completely and utterly selfless, shown through the act of bringing harm to their own body. Alright I’m done talking about this part ;_;

Nobody is okay with things at this point. Nobody should be okay with things at this point. Killua is the reminder for this. Even Killua, who has no clue about the context or the meaning behind what’s going on unlike us, can tell that things are not like how they were during their first encounter with Neferpitou. Killua is the reminder that if you’re not already disturbed and emotionally turned by what has happened, you fucking should be now. The closing sentences and closing images of this episode show you just how long things have been not well inside Gon. He just told Killua, his best friend and partner in his entire adventure as a Hunter, that this fight has nothing to do him. In this moment, Killua isn’t in the picture, and hasn’t been in the picture for who knows how long. It’s very likely now that his hatred is manifesting and warping his entire psychological makeup. He thinks this entire thing was a personal attack on him, and it’s the mantra he’s been telling himself like lines on a chalkboard over and over and over again. To him, in this moment, Killua is irrelevant. Shoutout to Killua for being there even though he was heartbroken because he still prevented Gon from killing Neferpitou (a defenseless healing mother) and probably also Komugi. Gon still has some grip on reality here.

Now things are worse, and I’m agonized by how worse things are getting still. Gon is making demands and using Komugi as leverage to get what he wants while also holding her hostage. He’s on a thin wire. He’s within 5 feet of Neferpitou, literally breathing down their neck, and his hatred is brewing still. He’s in conflict right now. Those lines on the chalkboard that he repeated to himself have been contradicted. This Neferpitou is not villainous in any way. This Neferpitou would never kill Kite. His conflict creates more hatred because he’s confused. His empathy is completely gone. Everything turns into generating more hatred. Everything is Neferpitou’s fault to him. At this point, I thought he was thinking these thoughts, but that was going to become painfully clear at a later point.

Komugi is “healed” now, and if you thought Komugi was in danger because of Gon, Hunter x Hunter is here to remind you weekly that in this arc, whatever your worst case scenario is, things can always be worse. Now Shaiapouf is involved. I tried my hardest to avoid bringing this piece of shit up if I could help it, but if I’m going to go through the painful memories of recounting exactly what I thought about last Saturday night’s episode (which by the way, yes this is all important to know if you want to truly understand how I felt last Saturday night, so if you’ve legitimately read this far, thank you.), then I have to mention Shaiapouf because his petty jealousy of Komugi plays a role in Neferpitou’s death which fucking sucks. Neferpitou needs someone to deliver Komugi to the king. Neferpitou desperately needs the king to know that they performed their duty to the best of their ability given the circumstances to show their love for the king. Neferpitou needs the king to know Komugi will be okay. The only person who would even viably be capable of doing this would be Pouf. Of course that isn’t going to happen. Pouf is playing his own games. Pouf has his own agenda. Pouf is creating more chaos within this already tumultuous situation. Not only is Pouf not going to help Neferpitou, but now that Pouf understands the consequences of going against Gon’s demands, he actively instigates to gain the upper hand himself. I hate Pouf.

Komugi is in Killua’s handling now, and she’s terrified. (I’m not going into this detail because it’s another topic I could go on forever about just know I love Komugi she is precious and deserves the world and her dear leader). In this situation, Killua is probably the best person she could be with because she will be safest with him even though she’s being manipulated by Pouf and being taken advantage of because of her blindness and unconsciousness to believe otherwise. With Komugi out in the open (wow a lot of this shit happened in one terrible stressful bad horrible anxious room), Neferpitou and Gon make the most somber walk to go “help Kite”. Neferpitou “gets a call from Komugi” saying that she’s okay and that she’s going to go be with the king. Neferpitou is content at this point. They have “completed their task”. They can confidently break the truth to Gon, repair their arm, and kill him knowing that the king recognized their deed. In hindsight, this is a double-edged sword.

Because Pouf tricked Neferpitou into thinking Komugi was safe, regardless of his motives, he gave Neferpitou the catalyst they needed to transition back into “Chimera Ant Royal Guard”. I think this phone call contributed to the direct events that led to Neferpitou’s death, no matter how inevitable it was. What do I think would’ve happened if Neferpitou never received that call? I think they would’ve told Gon the truth about Kite, repaired their arm, and then gone back to the palace immediately to rescue and continue aiding Komugi however possible in their fully-restore condition. Everything I saw about Neferpitou’s character in that room motivates me to say that. But that did not happen. As far as Neferpitou is concerned, Komugi is safe, and at the very least, they died happy knowing they were able to help Komugi for the king. So I never thought I’d be thanking Shaiapouf for anything, but I’d like to think Neferpitou was happy in their dying moments for that reason.

There’s one final thing that needs to be discussed before last Saturday night can be talked about. (Yes, this is all prefacing how I feel about Episode 131, so again, thank you to anyone that has legitimately read THIS far. I appreciate it.) While Gon sees Kite in his current state, limp on the floor, he’s breaking down. He’s coming to terms with reality.* He realizes that Kite cannot be saved.* He acknowledges that Kite has been killed.* He owns up to his own irresponsibility that led to Kite’s death.* He’s finally on the same page as the rest of us.* Through his tears, he sees Neferpitou is going to fix Kite.* Wait.

* - Psyche btw because these things literally did not happen.

And now it’s over. Now I have accepted the thing I have feared for weeks. For months. Now I embrace and wait for the inevitable. I have nightmares about it. I dread it. I try my best not to think about it even though the possibilities consume my thoughts. And let me make this explicitly clear…

Even at this point up until I saw the events with my own eyes, I could not have dreamed, imagined, or thought of a more brutal death if I wanted to.

Like I said in the beginning, I witnessed surreal hatred. Seven days later, it still doesn’t fucking feel real. It’s not that it’s unrealistic, I just now completely understand the exact depth of Gon’s hatred for Neferpitou, and I realize I never even fathomed how much he hated them despite me talking about it for months. Neferpitou was willing to put their own life on the line to help Komugi. Gon was willing to put his own life on the line to kill. Kill is putting what I saw lightly. The worst version of Gon I could think of was tame compared to what I saw. The moment all that energy came swirling into the room to manifest into that monster I saw Gon become before he transformed, I knew I would not blame Neferpitou for anything they decided to do from that moment on. I knew they would do whatever they could to take his life… I knew they would fail… I knew what I saw Gon transform into was not only powerful enough to overtake Neferpitou, it was overkill. Gon didn’t think about how much power he needed to kill Neferpitou. He just needed to obtain power to kill Neferpitou. There was no upper limit. He hated Neferpitou so much that he shortened his own life just to ensure that they would die. As far as what happened afterwards, I know I remember thinking how beautiful every frame of their eyes was. I knew there would come a point where I wouldn’t be able to say that anymore. It was gruesome :( I was upset at every moment of the murder, and every direct action caused my sadness to intensify. The knee, the blast, the impact, the image of their face… After that, it was all out, I just knew I might as well cry in full because what was happening wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. It didn’t stop when it should have. That’s the part I cried at the most. Tears are forming as I remember it. It wasn’t just a symbolic and ironic beheading. It was blood-lust. It was as brutal as watching two animals fight to the death. Neither of those two were human. Even after Neferpitou lost their head, they still fought. I cried for them, knowing that even after consciousness left their body, it was still being attacked. Terpsichora manifesting into its strongest form after being released from the limitations of Neferpitou’s power just made it more tragic. They truly loved the king. They really put their life on the line for the king - to protect the king.

With the final moment of Gon impaling his severed arm into Neferpitou’s beheaded body, that’s all I have to say. I could talk about Neferpitou forever. I tried my best to restrict my comments about Neferpitou to the most important ones, but to be honest, I thought about their entire life last Saturday night. We were there when they were born. We knew everything there was to know about Neferpitou, and the sad part is that’s it. I probably omitted some things too, but this is probably more than what you were even asking for.

I love Neferpitou, and I love Hunter x Hunter.

#toonami #long read about saturday for those of you who are willing #hunter x hunter #i fixed the formatting because i didn't think putting it under a read more would hurt

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