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cheriladycl01 · 3 months

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Could you do one for Checo with wife reader? He's not getting enough love. Just something fluff and romantic. You decide how it goes. Thanks!!

No es suficiente! Sergio Perez x ActressWife! Reader

Plot: Sergio having just married you wanted to show you of in the Red Bull Garage, but you feel so happy to be back after being so busy in your own career that everyone is dying to talk to you and someone gets a little jealous.

Credit to jamesvowles for the GIF

It was your first time back in the paddock for around a year. You'd been away for a large period of time, between filming for an up and coming blockbuster and being in an ongoing TV show you had a tight schedule and only was able to see your husband when he had breaks.

He helped you scan your paddock pass and then placed a gentle hand on the small of your back.

"Are you excited?" he asks you as he looked over to you, the media noticed the pair of you walk through and were quick to snap pictures of your return to the paddock.

"Yes, I cannot wait to see everyone! I haven't seen Lance or Max in ages!" You admit, knowing you hadn’t really seen his friends in a while.

“Good!”

Before you know it you’ve been thrusted back into the world of F1, all the cameras and the people wanting to talk, the smells coming from the hospitalities and the cars. It was an introverts nightmare.

However, Sergio always knew you were a people person despite your social battery draining quicker than most people’s. You loved the hustle and bustle life that came with being on track and with Sergio.

Whether you were off chatting to Will Buxton about his latest Drive to Survive meme, or hunting down Crofty timo interrupt his grid walk, or chatting to the mechanics in the garage about the car, to finalise it all up speaking with Christian about Max and Sergio.

Today was a little different, you were feeling anxious where it was your first day back in a while. However the minute you and your husband walked into the garage he’d been whisked away along with Max by their race engineers towards the big bosses office.

You and Kelly not having seen each other in so long decided it would be nice considering it was media day and there was no actual racing if you guys rounded up some of the other wags and did a little shopping.

You guys ventured from Red Bull to some of the other paddocks on the hunt for the other girlies. You stumbled upon Lily, Alexandra, Rebecca and Kika who all decided they were down for some shopping to save the boredom that was media day.

You guys hit Milan central getting a train down from Monza. There were some fans around who excitedly asked for pictures. You guys all obliged before getting on with the day and going into the different high end stores.

By the end, you guys had taken the phrase ‘shop till you drop’ far to literally. You all travelled back to the hotel that you were staying in courtesy of the team in which their partner drove for. The bags were placed on the coffee table and sofa in the living area of the room.

Kelly had a separate room for her and P because she was doing a fashion show in Milan on the Monday and Tuesday after the races, so she had a lot of cases with her because of the clothes and shoes and just general space she would need. So when she invited you back for a girlie sleepover with her and P you couldn’t decline.

Sending a quick text to your husband who was still at the racetrack you left the room straight to Kelly’s which was only a few doors down. P answered the door which to Kelly’s dismay who was currently in the bathroom taking her makeup off before she could even get to the door.

“We don’t answer the door, it could have been a stranger Penelope!” She lightly scolds, the younger girl not caring to much and pulling you into a hug.

“Awwww hello P” you sigh hugging her back beofre picking her up and placing her on your hip.

“Are you going to let me do your hair tonight while we watch a Disney movie!” You ask and Ps eyes light up with excitement.

“Let me guess, the little mermaid?” You ask her and she nods furiously going towards the controller in the room to pull up what you assumed would be Disney +.

You spent the rest of the night with the daughter mother duo, doing facials, watching films and ordering an obscene amount of desserts from room service.

The next day you woke up and went to your room to see if Sergio would join you for breakfast but the room was empty, bed all screwed up and unmade showing you your husband had in fact come home last night.

You sit alone for breakfast which was nice, just to be able to think on your own thoughts for some time. Most of them being about your new movie, or the TV show and how to develop your character.

You took and Uber to the race track not wanting to be rudely late for FP1, wanting to support your husband. As you got there, running through the paddocks gates and mumbling profanities at the electronic gate which wouldn’t let you in after 4 attempts on your pass, you spotted Sergio.

“Hola, good night with Kelly?” He smiles at you, kissing your cheek lightly. You nod and open your mouth about to say something but his race engineer calls out for him pointing towards the garage entrance.

“Go, don’t want to be late on the job now!” You home and he just laughs lightly shaking his head before turning away and running out the the garage where his car was.

You stood with Kelly watching your boys drive. It felt like forever that Sergio was in the car, but again the minute he got out he was whisked away to a debrief with what went wrong with the car.

That was how the rest of the weekend went, whenever you had free time it felt like he was being taken away for important meeting, interviews and various media commitments and when he was free you were either on the phone with work or had organised to do something with the girls because you thought he was busy at that time but due to scheduling mixups he was actually free and refused to let you cancel on the girls.

It got to Sunday night after the race. Sergio had come in P2 behind Max and with Carlos just behind him. He’d had a great drive and you couldn’t have been prouder to celebrate his podium with him.

You were in the hotel room together, you’d just gotten out the shower and into night wear, he was laying on the bed, in his pijama pants and shirtless like normal.

You jumped onto the bed curling up into his side pulling him so as much as your skin was touching his.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you for ages mi amor” you voice before tilting your head that was laying in his chest to look up up him.

“Mmmmm No es suficiente!” He mumbles looking down at you. (It’s not sufficient!)

“What isn’t?” You ask perplexed.

“The time I had with you this weekend, not enough of it. I brought you here to spend more time with you and everyone didn’t want to see us together” he sighs pulling you closer with a pout on his face. On camera your husband didn’t seem like the clingy type but boy of boy was he.

“Argh you big baby, I’m not filming for another 5 weeks so your stuck with me all this time. This week was just unfortunate” you smile pulling him into a soft kiss which he quickly returns.

“God I missed this, just you” he smiles softly before pulling you into another kiss.

“Is this making up for it?” You offer smirking slightly knowing now that you were giving him the attention he was craving he was happy.

“Mmm im considering kidnapping you, so you have to spend all your time with me!” He groans pulling you over so your straddling him and laying in his chest on top of him.

“But who will be the lead in your current favourite TV show?” You gasp playfully.

“No way! Ellen Pompeo is leaving Greys?” He teases, knowing it would tule you up. You slap his shoulder lightly looking down at him.

“Mmmm im sure they could find someone to replace you if I kept you all for myself!” He teases again and you laugh this time.

“Mmmm and I’m sure if I kidnapped you Red Bull would too!” You tease back and he gasps in mock shock hand to his chest.

“Well seeing as we both seem to be staying respectively in our professions… I suggest we order room service!” You smile again, pulling him in for a kiss. He nods, rolling you off and getting up towards where the phone is on the desk. You watch as he used his hands to motion around as he talks to the receptionist on the phone.

You were so completely and utterly in love.

A/N: short and sweet! Hope you enjoy!

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novafire-is-thinking · 11 months

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So I was wondering for a long time what would canonically happen if a human stayed inside a Cybertronian while they transformed. I came across two pages in IDW comics that mostly answered my question:

However, would this apply to all other Transformers or does it only apply to those with the same body type as Bumblebee or only Bumblebee? Does the alt mode have anything to do with this? Would the transforming noise be louder or muffled from the inside?

It definitely depends on the bot’s body type and alt mode. It probably depends on the show and continuity too.

Prime

In the second episode of Prime, Miko forgets to grab her guitar before hopping out of Bulkhead. It ends up somewhere in his “subspace”:

Notice how she says “back seat.”

In the IDW panels you sent, Bumblebee shifts his passengers to his back seat before transforming.

This tells me that, when a Cybertronian with a car mode is transforming from alt mode to root mode, people and items are probably safer and/or more comfortable if they’re in the back seat.

A couple of episodes later, it’s discovered that Miko tagged along without Bulkhead realizing it. Twice:

In the moments leading up to this part, Bulkhead is seen launching from the ground in alt mode and transforming to his root mode midair to grab onto a rocky cliff side. Miko was inside the entire time and survived, although she definitely suffered for it.

What about root mode to alt mode transformation? What would happen then?

Well, in season 3, Miko does what she does and ends up inside of Wheeljack’s subspace:

It’s never shown whether WJ first transformed to alt mode to let her hop in or if he just opened up his chest and dropped her in. My guess is the latter since, on the way out of the hangar to the ship, Magnus and Bulkhead weren’t far ahead of him when she asked if she could come. They probably would have noticed him switch to his alt mode, which neither Wheeljack nor Miko wanted.

The thing is, did he think before dropping Miko inside?

I doubt that he did, but these are the questions I would have:

Since combat might require split-second transformation, did he drop her in knowing she would survive an emergency transformation to his alt mode? (Unknown)

Did he tell her in which part of his subspace she’d be most comfortable in case he had to transform to his alt mode? (Probably not)

Was his plan to let her out in Magnus’ ship before going outside? (Maybe)

So, in TFP, The safety and comfort of a human inside a bot going from car mode to root mode is unknown.

Unfortunately, I have nothing I can go off of for fliers.

Rescue Bots

Several times throughout the series, the human members of the rescue team ride inside their partners’ chests when they switch to and from their alt modes. It’s safe and comfortable. They even get nice seats. lol

Barring the fact that this is a kids show which requires this feature, I wonder if the bots were able to choose this for their human partners or if they just made sure to scan alt modes with that particular type of subspace.

It would definitely be interesting to know if Cybertronians have the ability to choose which insides and kibble go where when first scanning an alt mode…

Anyway—

Rise of the Beasts + Bayverse films

RotB gave us a golden glimpse of Cybertronian transformation abilities.

Behold…one of my favorite parts of the movie:

Originally, I was going to use the AoE clip of Optimus scanning his new alt mode and transforming around his human passengers, but this clip works better. It’s an excellent display of what a Cybertronian body is capable of.

With more than a handful of distinct alt modes, Mirage appears to be a special case. I mean, the guy can literally separate pieces of his body to give to others and become an armored suit for a human.

Can all Cybertronians do that? I have no idea. When’s it my turn to be lovingly wrapped in living metal armor? Hm?

Looking at both AoE and RotB, Cybertronians appear to have the ability to move individual parts (within limits).

It would make sense if all bots could at least do what Mirage does in the above clip, if nothing more than that.

This is incredibly useful when transforming with human passengers.

Now, to answer your last question (finally):

The noise level inside a bot during transformation would depend on which parts are being moved and how much shifting is taking place. Cosmetic shifts would be muffled since they’re happening outside, but if parts surrounding the human(s) are being shifted, it’s going to be loud and clear to the passenger(s).

Movies are almost never a good way of determining realistic noise levels, but in the clip with Mirage and Noah, things don’t sound muffled at all.

#sorry this took so long!#I have been…occupied #cybertronian anatomy #cybertronian physiology #transformers prime #tfp #rescue bots #rise of the beasts #rotb #nova’s nerding out again #gifs by nova #long post

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miserablebl00d · 1 month

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𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗗𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗧-𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐓 — part 1 —

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆- Finnicks had very few conversations with you but seems to find himself in your debt. So kind,always helping others but what has finnick done to deserve this kindness. He has to return the favour now that he has the chance.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴- kind!perfectionist!career! reader x career victor!finnick odair

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀-death,loss,weapons, mentions of poverty, mentions of predators and prey,ect?

finnick odair masterlist

Finnick isn't exactly sure why he felt his heart strain and hands clench when he heard the escort — of whom he still can't bring himself to like, simply from the bitterness that out of thousands of names in the reaping bowl she picked his, on that sunny day on July 4th, two years ago — call out your name.

He had barely even spoken to you,you were nothing more than a girl in his class at school and the careers academy. If anything he should be glad you got picked.

All the classes at the academy are strictly organised on how likely you are to survive the hunger games. Since the games aren't separated by age or gender to the citizens of 4 it made no sense to organise classes by these characteristics, no you class was determined by your likelihood of winning. Finnick as many could've guessed was put into the highest class — class 12, named after the highest score you can get in the private session with the game makers.

The vast majority of people in that class since the academy had been made (as unlike 1 & 2 the academy in 4 is still fairly recent ) survived if they were reaped. It was almost a guarantee you'd live if you were in class 12. You, were not only in class 12 but also top of that class,scoring high in any test whether survival,combat or weaponry there your name was next to the title that showed the highest scorer.

Finnick remembered his friends always begging you for your secret, that you would always seem to share, when asked why it was always the same answer — you wanted as many people as possible to survive the games.

Maybe that's why he didn't want you in the games you were always so kind,staying after academy hours whenever you had time to help the (usually) younger kids survive and practice for the games. But that couldn't be it,despite your kind nature you never went easy on your opponents,you gave any combat practice your all — tried your hardest no matter what. Only after it was all done did you transform back into the girl who shared every and any trick she knew to the class, desperate to help everyone improve. You were like prey — a fish that always made sure its clan was safe, turning to a predator,a shark, when necessary.

The games were a perfect example of time when it's necessary to turn into the predator — you'd know that surely or you wouldn't even bother with the academy let only helping others survive if you thought just anyone could win the game,no matter if their predators or prey.

No,finnick was certain in the games you would turn into that predator again and not just any lousy animal that had authority over the weakest. No just like you were in the academy you'd be the best — an apex predator,top of the food chain if you will.

Finnick knew you could win.

And a victor for district 4 benefits him: he will have less mentoring if the job is spread out amongst more people, it also means he won't have to slave away in the capital if he's busy parading around his new victor during the victory tour,it gives money to the district form the capital that will help his friends that are too proud to accept any financial help from him,it means more fish and any other products 4 can produce will be sold in higher demand because of the popularity a new victor will bring to the district consequently bringing in more money for the district of fishing — helping put food on the tables of the people on 4. A victor benefits him in an incomprehensible amount of ways and that victor can very easily be you.

So why,why do finnicks eyes turn blurry,his lungs seemingly stop working and his jaw clenches at the hearing of your name. Finnick knows why — he doesn't want to admit it,but he knows why.

It was during his games when finnick found himself forever in your debt. He was so close to winning — only eight people left — but Finnick was slightly injured from his failed attempt to help save his district partner,one of your close friends,a girl in the class below (11). His attempt to fight off the alliance created by district 5,7 and 8 had worked mostly,with him and his partner Oceana,killing of the male tributes from 7 and 8, the female tribute form 5 and the female tribute from 8 already passed.

But the battle had sacrifices — the female tribute from 7 managed to get an axe in Oceana and he lost his only weapon left,a spear to district 5 male tribute. He tried, finnick knew he tried his best but the cut was too deep,he had no supplies that would be any help from his sponsors left and even those watching could tell it was a lost cause to sponsor Oceana now.

It was the first loss he ever experienced. He thought of those who actually knew Oceana more than someone in passing at school. Her family, her friends — finnick thought of you,your blood shot eyes after you came back from speaking to Oceana before they had to board the train. You also came to him. You didn't beg him to place his life on the line for Oceana,you didn't beg him to protect her but instead you wished him good luck, gave him a hug, asked him about anything he wasn't so sure about in training at the academy and shared some tips to help.

It seemed small compared to the mimi notebook you gave Oceana cramped to the max with every skill you ever learned and how to master it (that was supposed to be for you, obviously you couldn't take it into the arena but you'd be able to keep it until the end of training). But this one thing meant so much to him,even more so when Oceana said you insisted she share the notebook with Finnick even if it was just a little bit.

You had been so kind to him — he had just failed to save your friend. With Oceana's limp body in his hands he thought on whether you wished it was him who took their last breath. The girl who seemed so adamant on making sure everyone had an even chance of winning the games,even if these people could easily be your opponents in the arena,you who shared every tactic to Oceana and insisted she did the same knowing only one person could come out of the arena. Did you regret helping him now that the price of your kindness was laying in his arms bleeding out even after death. Finnick stayed there comforting a dead body,injured, vulnerable, weaponless and all he could think about was did you hate him ? Because if you did then surely that meant he was truly a monster.

But as he found out after his win in the 65th hunger games the answer was no. You didn't hate him — it couldn't be possible you hated him after what you did for him in the interviews.

When the final eight are left Caesar flickerman and his crew go to the districts of the ⅓ of tributes remaining to ask questions and interview the families and friends. Those in the career districts also have the camera crew go to the academy where they interview the classmates of the tributes and it was no different for Finnick.

While most people in class 12 were excited for their few minutes of fame and took the time to show off their skills to those who were watching (and as it's mandatory viewing that meant everyone in panen) and charm those in the capitol. Which granted would serve them well if they ever got reaped,as some hunger games fanatic in the capital that does research on the tributes for every year would dig up the interview — from however many years prior at that point — and sell it to the news.

It, like all hunger games related things would be watched everywhere and given the capitols love for invading in the personal lives of the tributes it would give you an edge if they already feel connected with you because you had an interview (that they probably forgot ever happened) about the now infamous Finnick odair about his games.

But you didn't spend the interview — that Caesar was very excited to do with you once he found out you were top of the academy and in the same class as the golden tribute Finnick odair — relishing in your minutes of national fame, letting the capitol take pity on you once they found out of your close relationship with oceana whose death was very fresh or showing if your endless list of talents that would earn you sponsors on sponsors in the arena should you get reaped.

No you didn't do any of that however you did charm the audience — granted very well — and that charm,that interview is what placed Finnick in your debt.

" Well good morning Panem as I'm sure you already know we have already visited district 1,2 and 3 for the interviews on the families and friends of our beloved 8 reminding tributes. "

" Now we're into the district I'm sure you've all been waiting for... District 4! to interview those close to our golden boy who stole all our hearts over in the capitol. Finnick odair ! "

" Right now we are in the district 4's Career academy and honestly ill sign myself up to this academy if that means I get to stay here. District 4...now don't tell anyone I said this but it has to be my favourite district. The water,the sun... the people,what's not to love?Honestly I bet if I told everyone here looked just as stunning as our finnick you'd all be dying to get over here and with the sun over here there no need to buy any more fake tan I mean everyone here is sporting the sun kissed look and it suits them like a lion does it's fur. And let me tell you now, some of the kids here are just as fierce as a lion and I'm just about to interview the fiercest of them all, ladies and gentlemen let me introduce you to Y/n Y/l/n a classmate of our Finnick "

Most of the interview was mindless conversation, you charming and building the egos of those in the capitol,telling a few stories about Finnick — very few of them being true as there wasn't much to tell given your limited interactions — but the stories true or not you ensured they all painted him as the charming, heartthrob he made himself known as in his interview in the capitol. He at this point was already grateful for you not destroying his carefully crafted image to get himself sponsors and given most of the other academy kids — other than his friends who seemed to speak about nothing other than their relation to finnick — spent their interview time speaking of themselves despite Caesar failed attempts of diverting the conversation back to it's original purpose — getting to know more about him.

When the conversation moved onto the seemingly endless skills you possessed you didn't show off anytime extraordinary. You threw knives and launched spears across the room,still impressive of course given your so far accurate aim but it wasn't anything the camera hadn't seen by the classmates before you. You were holding back it seemed. Caesar in response seemed eager to make sure you revealed the extent of your talents.

"Well Caesar id love to show you all but I'm afraid my skills will be futile compared to what you could be watching "

"oh and what do you mean by that ?"

You pointed to a trident on the wall. No one ever touched that trident as it was merely for display, weighing too much for even the strongest fisherman to throw around accurately and its design of metal seaweed wrapped around it alongside sea glass,shells and rocks imbedded on it made it impractical,but those factors that Finnick was sure you knew of didn't stop you from saying what you did.

"You see that trident right there. "

The camera went to capture a shot of the decorative trident on the wall — that sentence alone got the audience on their toes,hoping to see you throw the weapon.

" Well as much as I'd love to give it a throw it'd just be a disrespect to even think myself worthy."

"You..not worthy?" Caesar gave a laugh like it was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard "Well you've got so much talent how could you not be worthy? "

"oh..of course I forgot you don't know. I've gotten so used to you being here it just seems right, that I forgot "

Caesar flickerman a child of nepotism, that drowned in riches and ate only the finest of foods seemed so flattered by the words of him being like a part of district 4. As if anyone in the capitol would truly want to be a part of the poverty and fear they came with being district bred — the districts were their zoo animals — but he took so much pride in your words.

"Oh well thank you. You're such a sweetheart I can feel myself blushing. " Finnick wanted to roll his eyes at the memory "Oh but what do you mean 'we don't know', is there something hidden from us?" Caesar was building up the suspense but it was clear he was also eager to know what the capitol wasn't aware of.

"You,at the capitol aren't aware of Finnicks talents with a trident. Oh his skill is so impressive, everyone at the academy even the teachers are just starstruck seeing him fight with it. It's such a shame it wasn't in the cornucopia. If only finnick could get his hands on a trident you'd see a real show ..." Those three sentences are what led to finnick getting a trident in his games,the most expensive sponsor since the games began. Granting him a weapon while he was defenceless without his spear,the sole reason he was able to take down the other careers and the other remaining tributes. The trident that gave him his victory.

You didn't have to sway and charm the capitol into sponsoring finnick with a trident. But you did, when he returned to the district all you did was give him a smile with tears in your eyes. He knew you were crying over Oceana,the girl he failed to save — your friend. But that didn't stop you from helping him,saving him. You didn't ask finnick for anything in return,you didn't bring it up to other people when they said it was Finnick's charm in the interview that got him the trident. You didn't mention what you did for him at all,ever.

Finnick knew that was why he was in pain at the hearing of your name. It was more than just him being in your debt,it was that you are so kind, humble, generous, so forgiving. Finnick can't bear to have anything bad — whether in the arena or once you're a victor — happen to you. That was why he had to fight himself from begging the escort to draw again,pick another name. It was because Finnick would never forgive himself — even if you would forgive him — if something happened to you. He cant let anything bad happen to you.

He won't allow it.

A/n — I might rewrite this in a series form from the readers point of view (cause I really like the plot just not the execution) but for now here you go :))

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#finnick odair angst #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #hunger games #the hunger games

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wayfayrr · 11 months

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Sage is up and on edge! what crimes will he commit?

(all of them, and reader will be none the wiser <3)

Part Two of this! Part three is Here!

Also if anyone wants to see Sage introduced to anything in particular feel free to ask, I've got a couple of ideas in mind but I'm curious what you guys think would be interesting. and as a heads up Sage is TotK link as a separate link from wild

"Earth? The place you mentioned when you were talking about your home? That earth?"

"Yeah. That earth. My home actually, lucky as those odds are. so uhh, any questions? I know you’re probably as overwhelmed being here as I was when I first ended up in Hyrule; I won’t be afraid to answer anything."

I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone’s face switch between emotions as rapidly as his in that moment, I don't even think it would be possible to be any faster. Shock, surprise, anger, and a few more that I can’t put my finger on before settling on pride?

It’s as good a guess as any for what he’s feeling right now, especially considering he looks like a smug cat. Granted he’s not outwardly panicking now which is an improvement whether that’s due to me offering to answer questions or due to me knowing where we are is up for debate.

"And I’m the only link here?"

…Unless you count the links in the games, not like I’m getting into that.

"Certainly seems that way doesn’t it? Hopefully, they’re not panicking badly."

You know what?

I was wrong.

His face could switch even quicker, seemingly because I shoved the equivalent of a lemon into his mouth before he regained his composure. Blink and you’ll miss it moment really. I could question it, but right now? It's not worth my stress.

I'm sure he’s just overwhelmed, right?

"Oh don’t be worried [name], they’re heroes of legend. They already have Hylia looking over them. They’ll survive without you."

Okay then, he’s stressed. Of course he is, I know I was when this was all flipped. Just so happens that his way of destressing is by speaking bitterly about the others, so it’s probably worth it to change the conversation completely rather than get into it while he’s overwhelmed.

"... You’re probably right. I’m overthinking things."

Huh.

Didn’t think that would calm him as much as it did. Seems being alone with him, when we aren’t in his Hyrule at least, lets him show his true colours more easily. I wish I could say it calmed me as well.

Relaxing would be nice right now however I’ve still got a stupid number of notifications to respond to, to figure out how to respond to. Before people start getting suspicious; before they start asking questions; before someone recognises him.

It's fine, there’s time to pull myself together, to sort everything out. Sage doesn't need to have me panicking while he’s adjusting. He deserves someone stable after everything he’s gone through, and I can be that. I know I can, I just need to buy myself some time to think, to clear my head.

"It might be an idea to get you some clothes while you adjust. You should be able to fit into some of mine, they’ll do for a bit at least."

"You’d let me... You would let me wear your clothes?"

He would be mortified if he saw the look on his face now, what with him fawning like a lovestruck puppy. There wasn’t even a single hope in attempting to hold back my laugh while dragging him to my room.

"What else could I do? It’s not like you can stay in those all the time. Take whatever you want, something in there is bound to fit you."

"Whatever I - Thank you."

If I wasn't so unnerved by how he was acting a couple of moments earlier? I’d be melting at how cute he’s being. But that raw visceral hatred in his eyes when I brought up the other heroes, even though it only lasted for a split second?

No.

Worry about that later [name]. Focus on helping him adjust and to readjust yourself. Stop reading too deeply into things.

Luckily, it worked how I wanted it to. Sage is distracted for the minute giving me a chance to look over any messages and hopefully catch myself back up to speed. There can’t be much to have missed in less than a day though. Nothing that time-sensitive either.

A bundle of clothes shoved into my face wasn’t exactly what I thought would snap me out of dredging through messages and playing catch-up; it’s a clear tell he’s found something he's pleased with.

"These are mine now."

"Huh - okay, I guess?? Are you going to change into them or just stand there?"

Have I done something wrong??

He's never looked at me like this before, I can't tell what he's thinking.

"Do you want me to get changed into them here?"

"What!? No, I meant - Not here! You can change in the bathroom, you can have a shower as well then. You really need one…"

Seems he got his payback about me laughing at him earlier though, with how red my face is. Even if he did look a bit confused about my comment.

Wordlessly taking his hand in mine after regaining my composure, I led him to the bathroom; gave him a quick rundown of everything; then left him to sort himself out after I was confident he could manage.

To be fair to Sage it’s not like I don’t also need one, Hyrule’s hygiene left a lot to be missed. Soap, hot running water and even a soft towel sound like bliss.

Between Freshening up with some clean clothes; reminding myself that nothing has expired here despite feeling otherwise; preparing a couple of drinks, and shifting back into this mundane life feels almost overwhelming. If Sage weren’t here with me I’d be going insane, doubting anything and everything that happened in Hyrule.

But he is here, and I’ve not gone insane. Not yet at least.

There’s not exactly any harm in waiting around and enjoying some luxury either though. Physics isn’t advanced to the point of having portals nor do we have magic to do it; waiting is our sole option to get back Hyrule and the chain.

Has Sage wrapped his arms around my waist!? When did he even get out of the shower? Have I really been so lost in thought and oblivious?

"You’re sure nothing here has been tampered with at all, I wouldn’t put it past the shadow. I still have supplies you can use, we shouldn’t risk anything."

"I well- it should be fine, shouldn’t it? If the shadow wanted us dead, it would’ve killed us outright when it had that chance, surely?"

"Um, also Sage, mind if I ask why you’re holding me like this?"

He sounds so tired and defeated, it’s hard not to drop everything for him at the slightest chance to ease his burdens. While a quiet groan then being tugged closer to him, at any other time would have flustered me again, is concerning given that portal could have affected him in any number of ways.

"The gloom’s actin’ up like the portal did something. I'm just… You don’t mind do you?"

"Oh Lavender, do you want to take my bed for a bit, or at the very least sit-down? I should have some painkillers around here somewhere."

Must be agonising if he’s like this seeing as he's not willing to go into detail, to set aside his fear of being vulnerable, nor is he willing to let go of me despite the promise of painkillers. He’s got me wrapped around his finger like this; it wouldn’t surprise me if he knew either.

"Hold me? Please?"

"Of course, I’ll hold you. Although wouldn’t you rather sit somewhere comfortable?"

Now he’s not even bothering to speak, only whining quietly while he clutches me tighter in his embrace. Therefore it was a simple choice to lay him against me as I sat down, giving him unspoken permission to rest his head on me.

Oddly enough with how he’s got his face against me…

I could have sworn he was smirking.

#linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #lu sage #yandere lu sage

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Sins of the Shrine - Chapter Two

Pairing: Heian!Sukuna x Reader

Rating: R

Word count: 2k

AO3 LINK

Chapter Warnings: heian period brutality, light body horror, thriller, curses do exist, sexual themes, eventually, torture, threats, graphic depictions of blood, ryomen sukuna is his own warning, pre-transformation sukuna, potential manga spoilers

Summary:

The other miko had whispered of a shrine that separated the clearing of your own but you had forgotten their warning. It was very important, but you had forgotten it. A hushed warning about a demon that dwelled there, his cursed energy so thick it could choke you to death just by being in his presence- that's if you survived long enough for that to be your fate. Whether you come as a lover or an executioner, I am ready to receive you. -Agustin Gomez-Arcos

prologue ↠ i. ↠ ii.

You imagine most people’s first question upon meeting a deity are usually things like, ‘Are you here to kill me?’ or ‘Please, will you save my dying family?’ but you find yourself burning with a different question entirely. “Why are you wearing a woman’s kimono?”

However, a question like that would certainly get you killed, so you of course do not ask it of the great Ryomen Sukuna, strongest jujutsu sorcerer of the realm and rumored deity. Oh, but you want to and you bite your tongue hard to refrain from asking something that could offend him. Yet despite the obviously gendered garb, it didn’t look ridiculous on him as it would many other men. He still cut an imposing figure despite the clash of styles, and he stood with one arm tucked into the slit of it to rest casually.

Instead, you stupidly blurt out a paltry excuse for a greeting that would have your extremely decorous father in absolute shambles had he heard it.

“Oh, uhm, wow.”

Sukuna continues to hover over you and you just simply do not move to greet him in any appropriate fashion, resigned to whatever fate he decides to bestow upon you. You weren’t even sure you could move when your legs still felt like those strange wiggly meat jellies you sometimes saw your father eating at the dinner table. When you don’t elaborate, his eyes narrow and it’s on the bleeding tip of your tongue to apologize when he chases away the silence with his question.

“Do I scare you?” His manner of speech is a confusing mixture of rough and refined, his tone that of the aristocracy but the harsh words of a commoner. You take his question with every ounce of seriousness your body possesses though and take the time granted to you to study him. He certainly looks vaguely monstrous, his double set of eyes a ruby red so violent it makes you shiver. Yet, his unique carnation pink hair softens the harshness of his appearance and the beautiful markings on his face make your fingers ache to trace the unique pattern, wondering what the texture of ink on his skin would feel like. You’d never seen tattoos before though you had heard in the many years of eavesdropping on your servants that criminals and other unsavory types were branded similarly for all to see. Was his a mark of his misdeeds or something more symbolic?

More of them peeked out from where his kimono had partially fallen open and it makes you want to know where else he had them. The thought was far too inappropriate and you flushed, hoping he wasn’t really a god and couldn’t read your impure thoughts. Your eyes dart back to his own and you realize he’s still waiting for your answer.

What a patient god he was.

“You’re beautiful, actually.” Your genuinely awestruck reply doesn’t answer his question at all and you realize what you’ve said too late. Oh, that mouth of yours is going to get you killed absolutely for sure and you brace yourself for the mortal blow that never comes. In your cowardice, you had closed your eyes tightly against this particular death, unwilling to watch your guts be splattered across the lawn along with the disgusting curse next to you. After a moment, the realization sinks in that you were still alive and you risk a peek at the enigmatic sorcerer. It’s astonishing to you to find Sukuna looking positively stunned by your words and you wonder if no one had ever called him beautiful before. It would not occur to you until much later that it wasn’t that no one had ever commented upon this vision of a man, it’s that they never lived long enough after seeing it.

He breaks your gaze first as the loud crack of a bone between teeth punctuates the otherwise quiet evening. Your gaze is drawn to see what he was staring at and find your dogs have made an absolute mess of the perfectly manicured temple lawn. The silence eats away at you the longer it hangs between the two of you and you realize you have grown accustomed to the general nattering of your shrine mates over the past moon cycle. A question suddenly tumbles tentatively from your lips if for no other reason than to confirm that you were, in fact, staring death in the face; his form a beautifully frightening man.

“I’m not mistaken to believe you’re Ryomen Sukuna, am I?” You ask faintly and his lips quirk up into a smirk in response while he continues to watch the dogs with idle interest. Your question granted you another few moments to live, but that’s if your heart didn’t give out first with how frantically it rattled around in your chest. It threatened to stop entirely when he replied, “So you do know who I am, and yet you don’t greet me properly.”

Fair point.

You thought about making the excuse of how your legs still felt too wobbly to move, but you had an inkling any excuse at all would be grounds for your immediate departure from life.

“I’ve never met a god before so I’m not sure how one greets such a being.” “Maybe you should try.” His voice lowered and his cursed energy sparks along your exposed skin like a threat. You scramble to your knees to bow low in the mockery of a formal greeting, relieved you didn’t fall face first into the grass and embarrass yourself further. The slight rustling of cloth has you lifting your head to find Sukuna crouching in front of you and you realize how close he is. He cups your chin between two clawed fingers and pulls your face inches from his to scrutinize you with an unreadable expression, his thumb nail pricking the soft flesh of your cheek. You fight the urge to jerk away from his grip, but being this close to him is agony. The desire to touch the markings on his face is unbearable but so is the smothering weight of his cursed energy.

It makes you squirm and you want to tell him to stop but he has commanded you to do something for him. You don’t deny a demand from Ryomen Sukuna and live. Instead, you couldn’t take it anymore and you push back at his energy with your own until it doesn’t feel as biting; but not so much as to be perceived as a threat. His eyes widen imperceptibly at your resistance and you notice it this close to him, wondering just what it was you had done for him to look at you like that. It was on the tip of your tongue to ask when the loud, sickening sound of the dogs eating made it impossible for you to be courteous and you sigh heavily, abandoning the futile attempt at any courtly civility. Both of you glance to the side simultaneously at the noise and you can’t help but wince at the gruesome sight.

“I’m sorry for that. They have terrible table manners.” You spoke in a low tone and he waves you off nonchalantly with his free hand.

“I’ve made worse messes here.” He mistakes your stricken expression for continued worry and offers a type of platitude he normally reserves for Uraume alone. “The rains will take care of it, it’s whatever.”

Sukuna realizes he is still holding your face hostage and releases you abruptly. You bounce to your feet quickly, stuttering back a few steps to catch your breath and put some distance between the two of you; for what good that would do. One way or another you were certain Ryomen Sukuna was going to be the death of you.

“...Oh.” You stand there awkwardly and unsure of what’s going to happen next, your gaze alternating between staring at Sukuna and the sky. He doesn’t ask if you’re okay and you don’t take it personally because why would this great sorcerer be concerned over the well-being of one little mortal. Both of you soundlessly watch the demon dogs in silence eat the rest of the curse before trotting back over. His crimson eyes follow the dogs closely as they melt into your faint shadow cast by the moonlight and only turns that gaze back to you when they’ve disappeared completely.

“What’s your cursed technique?” He asks and you can tell he’s curious. You only wish you had more to say to satiate it.

“You know, I don't really understand it. The dogs just came to me one day when I was a child and decided they wished to live in my shadow.” You look over to find his attention on you and you shrug nonchalantly. “So I let them.”

Interesting. Your voice reminds Sukuna of Uraume and it doesn’t annoy him, though you talk a little too much for his taste. It unnerves him that he's not annoyed, but he allows his curiosity free reign.

“Are you from the shrine nearby? Did you get lost?”

“...How did you know?”

The narrowing of his eyes as they sweep down your body make you follow his line of sight and you laugh weakly. “Right, how silly of me. Yes, I recently came here after receiving formal training, but it’s not like I had much of a choice.” You sigh in quiet resignation, staring at the sky as a particularly bright star distracts you. You were growing more comfortable in his suffocating presence by the minute. “I don’t like it there.”

“Stay here if you want then, I don’t care.” He paused and you noticed a suddenly strange expression on his face before he schooled it. Clearly done with the conversation, he suddenly turns to leave and his parting words float over his shoulder. “You can find your way back on your own, can’t you?”

You nod quickly and turn to head back through the torii in which you arrived but pause as you remember the etiquette that at times had been quite literally beaten into you, swiveling in a rush of cloth. The untimely arrival of Uraume was unfortunate as your voice cracks loudly in the darkness and the white-haired attendant’s eyes widen with shock at the utterly disrespectful display towards their master.

“Sukuna!”

He half-turns to look at you and for the second time that night he is struck momentarily speechless, this time by how lovely you look caressed by the gentle illumination of the waning moonlight. The soft, trusting smile you offered to him was so devastating that he almost missed your simple but heartfelt words.

“Thank you!”

Your graceful bow was the result of an art perfected, but you straightened and turned to find a white-haired gender cryptid frowning at you with a basket full of plants in their arms. It surprises you and recognition flares as you remember them being in the forest earlier when you were being chased and how they hadn’t bothered to help you. The two of you stare at one another for a moment longer before you scamper past them and make your way back to the shrine to gather your things.

Uraume traipses after Sukuna and it was burning into their mind to ask, but as they open their mouth the sorcerer cuts them off.

“Don’t ask.”

“Forgive my impertinence, but is it wise?” Uraume asks anyway and risks the ire of their master, though the rest of their sentence remains unsaid. However, the implication was clear that Sukuna’s attendant didn’t approve.

He grunted in response as they made their way inside the temple, too caught up in his own thoughts of the peculiar human that was you to bother answering Uraume. Sukuna didn’t usually question himself but for once, he wasn’t sure what the hell he had done that for either.

Stay here if you want then, I don’t care. The words had come out of his mouth and Sukuna wondered for a moment if he had been possessed by something other than his own cursed life to offer this slip of a girl a place in his home. Granted, he did find her cursed technique interesting, but interesting enough to give her permission to stay?

Well, he could always get rid of her if she became too much of a nuisance.

A/N: Thank you for reading chapter two. I hope you enjoyed Sukuna's appearance finally and I'm sorry it took so long but I wanted to properly set the story up. Please look forward to more. ♥

prologue ↠ i. ↠ ii.

#jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #ryomen x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #my writing #fanfiction #sukuna ryomen x reader #heian!sukuna #heian!sukuna x reader

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untitledgoosegay · 3 months

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trans femme/nb dedue

is a headcanon i hold close to my heart

he is at minimum strongly gender-nonconforming -- despite the protective shell (literal; it's made of steel plate and chain) he wears, his key interests are cooking, gardening, and sewing. this is not someone who aspires to be the big manly protector. moreover, he never talks about his relationship with his dad; if his bio page didn't mention that he was a blacksmith we would know nothing about the man. dedue only ever talks about his relationships with his mother and sister, and how that shaped his interests and the way he prefers to connect with people even now -- especially now that it serves as a way to preserve their memories. his mother taught him to cook.

in his ideal life, Dedue gets to stay home and make sure the people he loves can come home to good food and warm clothes and beautiful things ... but that life was severed at the root, right at the time where gender and sexuality start becoming increasingly unavoidable; there will always be the question of who Dedue would have been in that other, peaceful world, and it will never be answered

headcanon -- at fourteen Dedue was just starting to run into the mounting pressure to join his father as a blacksmith, and, correspondingly, running into his instinctive reluctance/resistance to do so. at the time Dedue didn't yet understand why, and couldn't verbalize what was wrong, and his dad is -- was -- even quieter by nature than Dedue, so it remained this unspoken but increasing tension. sooner or later it would have had to break, and they might have had a fight about it or it might have resolved more quietly; Dedue knows -- he thinks he's certain -- that his dad loved him, and that ultimately that would have mattered more than having A Son™ ...

... but he'll never get to know.

maybe in that other world he would have grown into a woman. maybe, with a version of masculinity he didn't find abhorrent, he could still have been a man. maybe he would have settled between, or two the side, or never been asked to define himself in that way at all.

but in the world-that-is, the world of the Tragedy, where he's the last surviving Molinaro and right hand to the crown prince of Faerghus, he's not exactly given time or space to think about his gender. in the aftermath, embedded in the heart of Faerghan power, still very much a grieving, terrified child, his preferred presentation is "whatever's safest," and he's trying his hardest not to have an identity at all. he's submerged in Faerghan masculinity -- in the standards of Faerghan masculinity applied to its nobles -- which is inextricable from Knighthood™ and which prizes violence, and that is absolutely not helping. it's hard to make any concrete statements about the version of masculinity Dedue was raised with, but I think it's safe to say it was very different. and Faerghan manhood is absolutely not something Dedue aspires to.

and that state of affairs holds until the timeskip, where he gets five years to finally reconnect with other Duscur people, other survivors, out of Dimitri's shadow and away from the constant crushing threat of Fódlan's nobility -- five years to reconstruct a sense of safety and a sense of self; to live as part of a community, in (relative) peace; to start thinking about who he wants to be, not just what.

& then ... ?

i think, if you asked him, and if he thought you were worth an honest answer, Dedue would say that he's not sure whether or not he's a man, but he did (does) want to be a wife.

in the world-that-is, rejecting manhood & claiming femininity is a private rejection of the world that assumes of him -- & thereby demands -- masculinity-as-violence, and stoicism, and sacrifice. it puts space between him and the outward-facing self he's constructed; it frees more space for the heart he keeps secret, separate and protected. the part of himself that is safe, and untouchable, and unassailably his own. it's a claim to the softness, warmth, and fragility that Faerghus denies not just him but everyone around him, that it refuses to acknowledge is necessary or absent. it asserts that he is not expendable; his duty is not to inflict and endure violence; he can be beautiful, and precious, and worthy and deserving of protection

i don't think he'd ever be 'out' to more than a handful of people -- his partner(s), his absolute closest friends. Maybe more amongst the people who saved him, but not many. Not so much out of fear or repression -- Dedue is just a private person by nature, which is unfortunate, given that he's found himself in an extremely public position. He prides himself on being a cipher to strangers (check his B-support with Sylvain); he prefers to keep very tight control over who knows anything personal about him, especially given how much of his life is in the public eye. He sure as hell does not want a whole continent's worth of people feeling entitled to an explanation of his gender which most of them won't get anyway. Knowing things about Dedue is a privilege and it is not one he grants lightly.

To whatever extent she's a woman -- i don't think she could define it herself; self-knowledge is not one of Dedue's strong suits -- it's reserved for the few people she feels truly safe with

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #dedue molinaro #fe3h dedue #bird original #dedue tag #this post got a lot longer than i thought it was going to #this is my femme dedue manifesto #edit: i had this under a readmore at first but since people evidently read the first paragraph and thought i said #''he like cook therefore he woman''#you get the whole thing up front.#“femme nb” is in the post title; i continue to use he/him pronouns throughout & most of the body is about why i think hed reject masculinit #given that he was violently & forcibly subjected to a standard of masculinity that treated him as an expendable vessel of violence #at a critical stage of development

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i’m back to say that magnificent was so so so good!! i love the uta mihawk interactions and how mihawk wants to protect her. i think my favorite part though was when mihawk was talking to shanks all nervous about whether he could call uta his daughter, but shanks answers with an “of course.”

this fic made me wonder why mihawk would do if he was present during the one piece film red… would he come along with the red crew, or would he already be there like the others (luffy, law, etc)?

awh 💖💖 thank u for your continued support! it means a lot :') and im happy you enjoyed the fic haha 🥰

UH, long answer short: i kind of have headcanons that position him before, during, and after the movie hahaha. sorry this reply turned out longer than i expected but my brain's got a mihawk & uta agenda goin' on rn. 😂 thanks again for the ask! ➡️

i actually have a bit of a draft going of mihawk seeing the "shanks destroys elegia" headline, seeing what's up, and finding uta, which i started before i wrote up magnificent lol. that's kinda where i picture him--doing something before everything happens, bc his curiosity makes him wonder why shanks would do smthg so uncharacteristic.

i recognize that's kind of a cop-out answer tho LOL so in regards to the movie itself in the canon(ish) timeline, i imagine he'd probably be there beforehand like luffy etc. he'd be there bc buggy and his crew got tickets and he was somehow dragged there against his will (similar to how law says he's chaperoning bepo but a lot more antagonistic about it aha), probably bc croc decides it might be beneficial to go, for whatever reason. probably scoping the crowd. (pls imagine the cross guild at uta's concert garnering Looks and standing out very obviously, but no one wants to say anything about it LOL even if the crowd is very anti-pirate. like, the strawhats and soen charlottes were there so. why not some ex-warlords?)

when there, he'd be like, "hey wait isn't that shanks's kid? didn't he say she left to sing? huh." and then maybe possibly even dial shanks on his baby den den about it bc if he's the type to bring luffy's poster all the way to an island, he'd probably try to ring up shanks. then he wouldn't be able to connect and clock that something is Up bc he knows shanks is just kinda hanging on his ship rn, on his way out from wano. i dont think he'd be with shanks along with his crew, and i dont think he'd bother going after the fact to help if he wasn't there to start with, which is why i think he'd already be there for separate reasons. ;P

anyways, i also have the start of an idea where the movie happens but uta survives, and shanks, stressed, is like, "hey, y'know what, everything's ramping up and everyone's trying to kill uta and she's still recovering from this wakeshroom shit so she'd probably be safer on land but the marines will be looking for all my known close associates... i'm gonna drop her off with mihawk. he trained those two other kids and the misanthropic fucker (affectionate) has probably found a new island by now anyways, since he isn't a warlord anymore. it should be fine. he'll say yes."

he sets out with his crew to follow mihawk's vivre card. benn and yasopp get the news coo and start laughing about something but they don't tell him, and whatever, he's going to see mihawk soon. he's definitely being led to land, which makes him feel vindicated, until it becomes more and more clear that the structure standing out on the shore is a huge big top tent, and there's an unfortunately very familiar flag flying, and shanks is like, "oh god, don't tell me," and then promptly has to dodge a flying fist and yelling about how he isn't welcome here and what the fuck is mihawk doing with buggy???? and benn and yasopp, having seen the cross guild poster in the news and hidden it from shanks, are laughing so hard at him while he deals with this momentary crisis where two completely different parts of his life have seem to connected without his knowing about it.

(buggy is happy to see uta bc for all that they fight shanks and buggy did make some sort of effort with their brotherhood every now and then so he knows uta and she calls him "uncle bugs"!; mihawk ofc says "yes" to taking care of her bc he feels qualified to handle young adults now lol (he says this with an air of gravitas that is hilarious when considering how he interacts with zoro and perona, which is stoically and poorly); uta makes fun of her dad relentlessly for not having made any moves on the guy he's been in a situationship with since she was a literal child; and croc comes home from a meeting to find international pop sensation uta (that the news said tried to take over the world during her concert or something???) reclined on their couch drinking tea. wild day for everyone.)

#rei replies #dracule mihawk #one piece #uta #one piece uta #mishanks #akataka #one piece red #one piece film red #i also have half an idea of mihawk finding uta and gordon and being like 'they could move in with me i guess'#and the next time shanks visits he's like 'uh. that's my daughter? and her teacher?' and mihawk is like 'no she's my daughter now. duel?'

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Hi I how are you? I hope you're doing well. If there is anything at all I can do to help please don't hesitate to ask. I wanted to ask about a theory. What do you think would happen at the end of season 2 if Hannibal decided not to kill Abigail and instead took her to Europe with him instead of Bedelia? I personally think that Abigail would have runaway the first chance she got, she was very manipulative and was clearly using Will and Hannibal as a means of self preservation. Do you think Hannibal would have eaten her like he planned to with Bedelia? Or would he want to reunite them as a murder family once more? If so would Abigail stay with them? Or I have another theory, what if Hannibal planned to brainwash Abigail and alter her personality to turn her into Mischa like book Hannibal tried to with Clarice? How would Will react to that? Love to know your thoughts. Wishing you all the best and don't stop writing.

Hi! Thank you so much <3 I know this is an older ask, but answering it now: unfortunately, Russia resumed its missile attacks. My city was attacked twice in the last three days, in the middle of the night, with explosions sounding before the air raid alarm. All that my cats and my Mom and me could do is run into the hallway, terrified. It's difficult to live with the knowledge that your life can end any single moment - and end in a painful and scary way.

On to better things, though: regarding the first theory, I think it could go in a number of ways. Abigail is an interesting character in the way that we barely know enough about her as a person. Her existence has always been about survival: we have no idea if she actually has darkness in her, if she's willing to act on it, what she wants for herself and how she really feels about her life up to this point. Hannibal held fondness for Abigail; he spent time with her and on planning to have her in his life, but like Will, he was more enamoured with the idea of her, not with her as a person. Abigail reminded him of his sister and she was the way to get Will to consider having a family with him - these were her two primary features.

It's difficult to say if Murder Family would have been feasible without knowing the answers to these questions about Abigail. She didn't seem to like Will all that much, and for a good reason, but she understood that being liked by him is her best chance at survival. She was doing what Hannibal wanted because she realized how dangerous he is and he was the only person she had who accepted the truth about her and welcomed it. With him, she didn't have to constantly worry about being exposed as her father's helper, but at the same time, she knew that Hannibal could change his mind about her and murder her whenever he felt like it.

With all this stress, I'm not sure what Abigail would have done if she lived beyond S2. Running away is an option, but how and where to? She'd have no money, no real documents, and she'd be officially a fugitive who'd be arrested if the police caught her. Living on the streets with no money and no opportunities might be even worse than staying with Hannibal, who was easily toying with her life. At least with him, she had some of her basic needs met.

Maybe one day, if she felt calmer and she had a chance to gain her own self, she'd feel happy with the idea of being a part of Murder Family. Or maybe she'd bide her time, saving money, learning things, and then running away.

I think whether Hannibal decided to eat Abigail or not would depend on whether Will was with him. Will would never allow it, and Hannibal wouldn't risk alienating him. But if Abigail proved to be disappointing like Bedelia, and Will was still separated from him, then yes, I think it's an option.

As for the second theory, I don't think Hannibal would ever want to brainwash someone close to him by changing their personality. His MO with his patients and others is to push people into becoming their true self. He respected their ultimate boundaries - never pushing Margot to kill someone beyond her attacker, sending killers to Will, sending a weakened patient to Bedelia. I think he'd try to help Abigail find her real dark self, but if this proved to be disappointing, and if she couldn't be used to bring Will to him, then Hannibal would probably simply kill her instead of trying to turn her into someone else.

#hannibal #abigail hobbs #hannibal lecter #hannigram #ukraine #kyiv #russia is a terrorist state #personal

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rochelle-echidna · 6 months

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@micheladee tagged me in the "post a couple paragraphs of your WIP" share-a-thon, so figured I'd go through my Word docs and see what I could find - thank you so much for the tag, Michela :)

Truth be told, if y'all will allow me to vent a bit first... it's been a bit of a shitter these last couple years, especially wrt getting any sort of writing done. Never mind with fics (of which I feel awful I've barely started anything new, even the WIP below is from last year) - but I've also been trying to finally write a novel of my own after realising I really, really want to... and the words just aren't coming. Whether it's because of fear of ridicule, fear of failure, fear of not being good enough, fear of financial stresses, fear of whatever... it's been really fucking rough since my spouse and I moved cross-country, and I've def been feeling ashamed at my lack of creative output :(

On the bright side, I'm getting some help with therapy and I'm doing a couple workshops to get me back into the swing of being creative so that I can tackle the work-life balance and not feel like the entirety of my (and my spouse's) survival rests squarely on my shoulders. Whether that means I'll be able to post any new work soon is up for debate, but honestly just taking these baby steps is better than nothing, so I'll take what I can get (and my body + mind can give).

And I know there's no "admission fee" to partake in fandom, but I still feel I'd be remiss if I didn't offer a huge apology for not positing fics recently, and especially for not commenting on fics y'all have made in these last several months - please believe me when I say I see y'all's work and it's great and makes me feel so many necessary things, even if I'm not able to type the words on AO3 atm.

Anyhow, just wanted to share an update with y'all and let you know I'm still here, still alive... just taking it one day at a time for now in order to keep my sanity strong!

Enjoy this little snippet of a WIP below, and I tag whoever so chooses to participate in this game - even if I'm quiet, I love seeing everything you lovely people write :D

When he was thrust back to reality in his own body, there was the usual disorientation that was to be expected of someone summoned through the dark arts. After all, if the infamous Thief King from 3,000 years ago had existed as a separate being before, there was no reason Malik’s other half couldn’t, too. Except… Ryou Bakura hadn’t exactly planned for this extra passenger to crawl his way back from the shadows alongside the former spirit. And what “Malik’s other half” – the phrase enough to make said individual gag – definitely hadn’t expected was for such confusion to be tainted by a profound sadness… one that had permeated his entire being for the last six months. Or however long it had been. Malik had gotten what he’d wanted, Ryou had gotten what he wanted, the Thief King had kind of gotten what he wanted – and all that “Malik’s other half” had gotten was a sense of displacement, dysmorphia and disdain. “You know… he’s welcome to stay here, Malik.” “You weren’t conscious during that damned duel fifteen years ago, host. Just be glad you weren’t privy to his cruelty firsthand.” “He’s right, Ryou. You’ve done enough already. There’s no need to put yourself in more danger.” “But there’s not much harm he can do now. I mean—" “I can hear you all.” Three pairs of eyes had greeted him when he’d first turned over on a – soft – bed. His hands had been bound, and he’d growled and snarled so much that he’d made Malik and the Thief King back up – but not the white-haired man in-between them. “You probably have lots of questions right now. And…” The blush that formed on the man’s cheeks had sent a – strange – shiver down his spine, warming his bound wrists. “I’m sorry I don’t have many answers.” He had merely hmphed at that, avoiding eye contact with his “main personality” and the thief who’d dared face him. Instead, he focused on the wide eyes of the man who must have been called— “Ryou… it’s no use. We need to send him back before he does some real damage again.” “Snap out of it, landlord. Just look at how he’s staring at you.” But the man – Ryou – had just tilted his head and let loose a very small smile. “What’s your name?”

#yami malik #yami marik #malik ishtar #marik ishtar #thief king bakura #thief king #ryo bakura #ryou bakura #deathshipping #ygo #yugioh #yu-gi-oh #my work #text

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ebodebo · 6 months

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hey <3 yk i don’t know much about cod, so take as many liberties with this as you need to 🙏🏽

Ghost is about to go on what he believes is a suicide mission. The chance of survival is slim, so he wants to tell the reader how he feels about her in case he never gets another chance to. The reader is distressed by the prospect of ghost dying and Ghosts’s rare show of vulnerability.

It’s up to you whether they’re in an established relationship or if Ghost’s confessing his feelings for the first time

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pairing: ghost x f!reader

a/n: hey!! love this idea!!!! i hope you like what i came up with!

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The Hardest Goodbye

Y/N was currently in the medbay chatting with another medic while putting away a variety of loose bandages and medications.

“No, seriously. Something was up with Price today.” The other medic continued.

“Price always has a stick up his ass.” Y/N laughed as she placed some gauze in a cabinet.

The other medic lightly laughed. “But, more than usual. It didn’t seem like anger. I don’t know. It was weird, though.” The medic said.

The sound of footsteps approaching caused them to pause their conversation.

Y/N stuck her head out and peered around the corner to see Ghost. “Hi.” She smiled as he walked closer.

It was not unusual to find Ghost in the medbay since he was always getting himself injured, and he enjoyed seeing Y/N, as they were in a relationship.

“Come for a sucker?” She smirked, reaching her hand in a small bowl full of green apple lollipops she individually separated from the others because they were his favorite.

“Uh..not today.” He replied in a monotone voice. “Oh,” Y/N whispered. “Is everything okay?” She stated in a concerned voice.

“We need to talk.” He stated, walking over to a table off to the side.

Y/N stared at him briefly before asking the other medic if she could give her and Ghost a second alone.

“Thanks.” Y/N slowly made her way over to where Ghost was seated. “What’s going on?”

Ghost hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I have to go on a mission.” He shifted in his seat.

“Ok,” Y/N answered with a confused expression. “You always go on missions?”

He brought his hands up on the table and intertwined his fingers. “It’s not a regular mission.” He paused. “There’s a high chance I won’t be coming back.”

Ghost continued telling her the mission details, but her mind continued repeating the bombshell he had just dropped. “Won’t be coming back.” Meaning, he thinks he is going to... “You think you are gonna die?” She said abruptly.

Ghost shifted uncomfortably. “Yes. It's a big possibility.” He confessed in a faint whisper. He wiped his hand across his face. “It was assigned to me. I can’t do anything.”

Y/N stared at him. Her face became paler by the second. “No..no. That’s a mistake. You..you can’t..die.” She breathed out. “It’s a mistake. I’ll go talk to Price right now.” She quickly scrambled out of her seat.

“Y/N.” Ghost gently said, getting up out of his seat to grab her wrist.

“No. No. Simon..this is not happening. You can’t die.” Her eyes were brimming with hot tears. “I don’t have anyone else.” She choked out.

Ghost knew all too well what it felt like to have no one. “Y/N.” He pulled her into a tight hug.

“I need you. Don’t leave me.” She sobbed into his shoulder. “There is no me without you. You give me a reason to keep going, and I just..”

“I love you.” Ghost suddenly said, making Y/N stop talking. “What?” She pulled her head up to look Ghost in the eyes. Her face was red and wet.

“I love you, Y/N. More than anything.” He brought his hand up to cup her face.

Y/N felt more hot tears slip down her cheek. Ghost wiped them as they slid down. “You do?”

“Of course I do.” He replied, shocked. “I don’t tell you as much as I should, but I love you, even if you say sucker instead of lolly.”

Y/N smiled briefly before more tears came rolling down her face. “Shut up.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him tight. He returned the sentiment. Holding her tighter than he ever had.

As they embraced each other for what was most likely going to be the last time, they heard a voice in the room.

“Ghost.” The man continued. “It’s time.”

Ghost nodded to him, and the man walked out.

One of his hands grip loosened around Y/N’s waist. That hand slowly moved to grip the base of his mask. He hesitated only for a second before pulling it completely off.

Y/N's mouth widened slightly, as he had never taken his mask off in front of her before.

“Not what you were expecting?” He tilted his head.

She smiled a little. “Just as handsome as I imagined.” He dipped his head down and brushed her lips.

It was a soft, tender kiss. It was a goodbye and an I love you tied into five measly seconds.

“You should..” Y/N started. “Ya.” Ghost quipped.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist again as he did the same. “I’m gonna miss you.” She cried. “So much.”

“Me too.”

They both let go, and Ghost bent down to kiss her forehead. “Goodbye.” Ghost said as he walked out.

Y/N whispered a faint goodbye as she saw the last person she had left walk away before her eyes.

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lostkidmustnotdie · 1 year

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In case anyone needs in-depth revenge lore here’s my masterpost:

Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge by American rock band My Chemical Romance is a concept album, following the Demolition Man, the Demolition Woman, the Devil, and a thousand evil men. The story begins in the last song, Demolition Lovers, of the prior album, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love.

Context and Controversy: There is some explaining needed before we get into the plot of Revenge. Gerard Way says in an interview that “Revenge is the story of a man and a woman who are separated by death in a gunfight. And he goes to hell, only to realize by the devil telling him that she’s still alive (There is debate on this, it will be discussed). The devil says he can be with her again if he brings the devil the souls of a thousand evil men, and the man agrees to do it, and so the devil hands him a gun and says ‘go do it.’” (Gerard Way, AOL Sessions Interview, 2004) “So obviously he kills 999 evil men, and then he realizes that the last evil man he has to kill is himself.” (Gerard Way). There is some debate, however, on the actual whereabouts of the Demolition Woman. There are no completely clear answers, it really is all up to interpretation. One theory is that the Demolition Woman is in Heaven, another is that she has survived the shootout on the highway and is alive somewhere on earth, and another theory is that the Devil has lied to the Demolition man and told him that the woman has died and gone to heaven when really, she has survived the shootout or vice versa. There are lines to prove and disprove each theory, so it really is up to interpretation.

Gerard did a drawing of the Demolition Woman on what could either be an operating table or an autopsy table (see right). There is blood on the blanket or sheet that covers her below the shoulders, which could mean she’s dead or could mean she has survived, there’s really no way to tell. Either way, in any of the three theories, they are separated, and the man has agreed to kill a thousand evil men to get back to his lover. Another source of controversy or debate is track order. In My Chemical Romance’s third album, The Black Parade, which is also a concept album, the tracks are chronologically out of order. Lastly, it is also debated whether songs Helena and I’m Not Okay (I Promise) belong in the story canonically. These topics will all be discussed as I go through the story.

Act One

Demolition Lovers: This song serves as essentially a prologue to the story of Revenge. We are introduced to the Demolition Lovers (debatably, depending on your analysis of bullets. However, I’m choosing to ignore any events that happened in bullets aside from Demolition Lovers because that’s not what this master doc is about). All we know about them is that the Demolition Man is wearing a suit, the Demolition Woman’s outfit, though unclear, may be some sort of wedding dress (see right), and they have been shot to death on a highway.

“Hand in mine, into your icy blues / and then I’d say to you, ‘we could take to the highway’... / I’d end my days with you in a hail of bullets... / and we grow cold.” (Demolition Lovers). This sets up the beginning of the plot. We know the characters have died, and we know they died from bullets. Other lines throughout the song, however, introduce us to the relationship between our characters, which is obviously romantic. “...I’m trying / to let you know how much you mean ... / Know how much I want to show you [that] you’re the only one / and as we’re falling down, and in this pool of blood / and as we’re touching hands... / I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood, I’ll meet your eyes / I mean this forever.” (Demolition Lovers). This clarifies, even though it was obvious, that our characters are lovers and they obviously mean quite a lot to each other.

Importantly, the setup for the plot of Revenge is mentioned a lot in this song. “But this time, I mean it, I’ll let you know just how much you mean to me / but this time we’ll show them... all how much we mean / like a bed of roses, there’s a dozen reasons in this gun.” (Demolition Lovers). This really begins to bring up the idea of revenge and avenging their own deaths, which is exactly what the Demolition Man does in the album.

Give Em’ Hell Kid: This is the second track on the album. I believe that Helena, the first track, comes later in the story if it’s even canonically involved at all.

And so it begins. This song takes place right after the Demolition Man has agreed to this mission, this quest to kill a thousand evil men. He leaves from New Orleans, takes a dose of ephedrine (a stimulant used to increase alertness), and starts his life on the run. “Took a train outta New Orleans, and they shot me full of ephedrine / this is how we like to do it in the murder scene, can we settle up the score?” He has taken on this brand new role of mass murderer, taken stimulatory drugs to increase his efficiency, and declared that that is how it rolls for a life like this.

Despite this determination, he also talks about missing his lover. “If you were here, I’d never have a fear / so go on, live your life / but I miss you more than I did yesterday / you’re beautiful... / you’re so far away...” (Give Em’ Hell Kid). The second stanza is a line that contributes to the debate of whether the Demolition Woman is actually dead. If you choose to take it literally, he assumes she is alive. If you think she’s in heaven, or you think the devil lied about the man to her location, the line can be interpreted more among the lines of the Demolition Woman being happy in paradise (Heaven), which is mentioned a few more times throughout the album. It could go either way.

The Demolition Man, while steadfast, still doesn’t feel great about this deal. Who would? He experiences moral debates on it throughout the album, but very early on we can see him wondering if it’s worth it and if the Demolition Woman would do the same for him. “Well, I'm a total wreck and almost every day / like the firing squad or the mess you made... / We never wanted it to be this way / for all our lives / do you care at all?” (Give Em’ Hell Kid)

Lastly, there is the line: “Well, don’t I look pretty looking down the street in the best damn dress I own?” This could be taken metaphorically, the dress being some sort of determination-related confidence, but I see it more literally. I think he could have been in drag. There are a few things that lead me to believe this is true: both the fact that Gerard used to crossdress throughout college, and the line “What did you call me?” which leads me to believe the Demolition Man could have been called some sort of homophobic slur, which I can conclude from the next line, “Well, there’s no way I’m kissing that guy.” This take on it is interesting, because we see the Demolition Man struggle with a question of sexuality throughout the album as well, first explored in the next track on the album, To The End.

To The End: This song was originally based on William Faulkner’s short story A Rose for Emily. In this story, a woman, abandoned by her husband, lives a reclusive life in a house with her father. When her father dies, the coroners have to convince her to let them bury the body, which she has been keeping in the house for 3 days. After this, she rarely goes out, until years later when she meets Homer, a northerner, who is said to “like men” which could either be taken as homosexuality or that he likes to remain a bachelor. The story is from 1930, so it’s likely that it could have been phrased so vaguely on purpose, as Faulkner would have been arrested had it been a direct allusion to homosexuality. Rumors spread that Emily and Homer have married, and no one sees either of them for a long time, shut up inside the house together.

Until Emily goes out to buy poison, “for rats.”

When Emily dies, they break open a part of the house that has been shut off for years and find Homer’s long-decayed body in a bed. On the pillow next to him is a strand of Emily’s hair, implying that she was in the habit of sleeping next to the decomposed body.

The main takeaway of why this story is important, is Emily is upset that her husband did not love her, either due to the fact that he was gay or that he was simply not interested in marriage.

This same double meaning is exhibited in To The End, in which the Demolition Man murders an entire wedding reception.

It’s clear in this song that the Demolition Man is getting a little out of control with this killing spree, maybe even beginning to enjoy himself. He goes to this mansion where a wedding is taking place and kills every person inside. Certainly, not all of these people were “evil men,” which means that the Demolition Man is on some sort of power high. “He calls the mansion, not a house, but a tomb / He's always choking from the stench and the fumes / The wedding party all collapsed in the room / So send my resignation to the bride and the groom.” (To The End). We can see that it's still in the beginning of his quest, though, because he is still not used to the smell of corpses or blood. Even though he has killed probably hundreds by now, that’s still out of a thousand. He’s got a long way to go.

He thinks of the house as “not a house, but a tomb,” implying that he does in fact plan to kill every person inside. This also can refer to A Rose for Emily, in that multiple people have died and decomposed in that house. Everyone is “collapsed,” either in that they are dead or they are on the ground begging him not to shoot. He’s gotten snarky with it, too, “send my resignation to the bride and the groom,” proof of this confidence that he’s good at his job, and he’s getting it done.

Here’s where the first hint at the sexuality crisis the Demolition Man experiences comes into play, with that same vague, double meaning as the one in A Rose for Emily. “He's not around, he's always looking at men / Down by the pool, he doesn't have many friends, as they are

/ Face down and bloated, snap a shot with the lens.” (To The End). This line could either mean he’s not present in his life, because he’s so focused on finding and hunting down all these evil men that it’s all he can think about, or that he’s not around his lover and he’s now made a habit of checking out other dudes. I personally think it means both, that this double meaning exists for a reason. It’s the same as A Rose For Emily- either meaning that you choose to accept means that the man is not present with his lover because of something in the way.

The second part of the line refers to him having no friends- understandably because he kills most of the people he interacts with.

The pre-chorus is him wondering again if the Demolition Woman would do this for him as well.

“If you marry me / Would you bury me? / Would you carry me to the end?” (To The End)

The chorus really confuses me. “(Say goodbye) to the vows you take / (And say goodbye) to the life you make / (And say goodbye) to the heart you break / And all the cyanide you drank.” (To the End). I really have no idea what’s going on here. “Say goodbye to the vows you take” could either be about him defying his morals and ethical values because he’s murdering all these people, or it could have something to do with marriage vows, which could be in relation to the Demolition Lovers or the people who were getting married that he murdered. The cyanide bit also confuses me; in A Rose For Emily, Emily uses arsenic to poison her husband. I don’t know. The chorus is up to interpretation.

“She keeps a picture of the body she lends / Got nasty blisters from the money she spends / She's got a life of her own and it shows by the Benz / She drives at 90 by the Barbie's and Ken's.” (To The End). I think this line is what the Demolition Man thinks the Demolition Woman is up to in heaven. Heaven is supposed to be paradise, so he thinks she’s having the time of her life (no pun intended) up there while he’s doing all this work to get her back. He shows bitterness about this topic multiple times throughout the album.

“If you ever say never, too late / I'll forget all the diamonds you ate / Lost in coma and covered in cake / Increase the medication / Share the vows at the wake (kiss the bride).” (To the End). This continues the bitterness, the Demolition Man saying he’ll forgive her for having fun up in heaven while he’s suffering down here if she marries him. This whole song, I think, speaking of weddings, is about the Demolition Man wanting to marry the woman. The song starts by taking place during a wedding, so it’s not unusual that the Demolition Man would be thinking about it. “If you ever say [it’s] never too late” is probably about her commitment, and so is the chorus, along with “share the vows at the wake,” which I think means he wants to get married as soon as he dies again to go back to the afterlife to be with her. While we can’t see much of the demolition woman’s outfit on the album cover, (See paragraph on Demolition Lovers) I believe it could be a wedding dress. It has sort of a lacy neckline and appears to be white, so it’s possible. The man is also wearing a suit, and they look like they're about to kiss, so it's entirely plausible.

You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison: Featuring vocals of The Used’s Bert McCracken, is when the Demolition Man, with a hit to his belief that he is invincible, is caught by authorities and sent to prison.

“In the middle of a gunfight / In the center of a restaurant / They say, "Come with your arms raised high" / Well, they're never gonna get me / Like a bullet through a flock of doves.”

It’s a common pattern throughout the album; the Demolition Man starts to believe he is untouchable, godly almost, and then something sets him back and he completely breaks down. This is the first time his invincibility gets shattered, when he becomes incarcerated and it slows down his mission. “To wage this war against your faith in me.” (Prison). He’s had this huge halt in his progress, and he’s afraid Demolition Womanis losing hope that he’ll see her again (even though she doesn’t know he’s doing this in the first place), and that she’ll stay loyal to him. We see the first mentions of religious belief sprinkled throughout the song as well: “On your mother's eyes, say a prayer / Say a prayer / …as God had made us.” (Prison). This theme is explored more in coming tracks Interlude and Thank You For The Venom.

It is also the track that really begins to explore this sexuality crisis the Demolition Man is having. Let’s be real: Gay sex is not new for prisons. It’s really not. And we know he’s been questioning this identity for a while now (See Paragraph on To The End), so it was bound to happen sometime, especially when he’s trapped with only a bunch of other men in the same situation for an undetermined amount of time… “Now, but I can't, and I don't know / How we're just two men as God had made us / Well, I can't, well, I can, yeah.” (Prison). Forgive me but I cannot think of a heterosexual explanation for this. I really can’t. The last stanza is the Demolition Man having some sort of inner conflict with himself about morals, like, should I really be doing this? And while he feels guilty, he decides he clearly doesn't feel guilty enough because he keeps on doing it. “Too much, too late / Or just not enough of this pain in my heart for your dying wish / I'll kiss your lips again.” (Prison). In the last stanza, he could be talking either about the Demolition Woman or some guy that he’s formed some sort of sexual and/or romantic bond with inside the prison.

Unfortunately, while consensual sex is not new for prison, neither is non-consensual. It can be inferred that the Demolition Man experienced this during his incarceration with these lines: “My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups in drag / …What they ask of you will make you want to say, "So long" / Well, I don't remember / Why remember you?” (Prison). Something else common in prison is trying to effeminate one partner- to pretend like what they’re doing isn’t gay (it’s gay), which could explain the drag bit. We also see him mention a little bit of memory repression from this trauma that has been induced upon him.

Prison is also where he starts having his first mental decline, understandably. He’s become a mass murderer, he’s struggling with his identity, he’s away from everything he knows and loves, and it’s taking a toll on him mentally; he’s even beginning to toy with the notion of his own death, whether sentenced by law or by suicide. “But nobody cares if you're losing yourself / Am I losing myself? / Well, I miss my mom / Will they give me the chair? / Or lethal injection, or swing from a rope, if you dare? / Nobody knows all the trouble I've seen / …Life is but a dream for the dead.” (Prison). The last stanza has a double meaning: It could continue the theme of wishing he were dead, or it could continue the theme of bitterness toward his lover, who to his knowledge, is having a great time in heaven.

At the end of the song, the Demolition Man and presumably some of his prison friends break out of the jail. “Do you have the keys to the hotel? 'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire / …And well, I, I won't go down by myself / But I'll go down with my friends.” (Prison). “The hotel” could be referring to where he’ll stay when he gets out of the prison, referenced later in the album: “Check into the hotel Bella Muerte…” (The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You) (which may also be a metaphor, more on that when we get to Jetset Life.) So it can be assumed that there was a breakout, the fire being literal or metaphorical, either way meaning they’re leaving the place in shambles. The last stanza may also have a double meaning, potentially being a sexual innuendo as well as a declaration of camaraderie.

Interlude: This track on the album actually comes after The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You, but I think it makes more sense after Prison. A very climactic, high-intensity part of the story has just occurred, everything’s a mess, he’s just broken out of prison, what’s going on with the Demolition Woman… leaving us wondering what will happen next, which seems like the perfect time for an intermission. Yes, I agree that typically, the intermission is more toward the middle or ⅔ mark, but to me this is the best placement for it.

Interlude only has three lines: “Saints protect her now / Come angels of the Lord / Come angels of unknown.” (Interlude). This is the Demolition Man praying to any higher being that he can think of to protect his lover and keep her safe. Thus, the end of Act One.

Act Two

The Ghost of You: This song is sort of a duet between the Demolition Lovers, the lines changing perspective from the woman and from the man. Gerard has done this in other songs as well, such as Famous Last Words, where there is a conversation happening between two different people, but the switches between speakers are unmarked. I’ll mark who I think said what for each mentioned line.

DW: “I never said I'd lie and wait forever.”

DM: “If I died / We'd be together / I can't always just forget her / But she could try.”

DW “At the end of the world / Or the last thing I see / You are never coming home, never coming home / Could I? Should I?”

I think the last line from the Demolition Woman is her wondering if it’s okay for her to let the man go. To reach some sort of acceptance that she’s never going to see him again.

DM: “Ever get the feeling that you're never all alone? / And I remember now / At the top of my lungs in my arms, she dies.” This, to some, is confirmation that the Demolition Woman is in fact dead. It could also be argued, however, that the line “If I died, we’d be together” could have come from the woman and not the man, which contradicts itself with the “she dies” lyric. These contradicting lines can be placed into either the alive or heaven theory by rearranging who said what, or it can be placed in the category of “the devil lied to the demolition man” if you say the woman said “If I died we’d be together.” Any of them work for the story; the point is, she misses him and wonders if it's messed up of her to try and accept the loss of him.

Throughout the album, the Demolition Man has this constant fear of “falling,” which I think means dying or failing his mission. “If I fall…” It’s mentioned more later on in the album, but it brings up the point that he still could fail the mission. He could still die. This is not a guaranteed win for him, so maybe it’s not all that bad of an idea for the Demolition Woman to reach some type of acceptance…

The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You: Back to the story. The last song was more just about emotions and how everyone is feeling and how things are going up in Heaven but now we’re getting back into the plot, shortly after the Demolition Man has escaped prison and checked into a hotel somewhere, called the hotel Bella Muerte (Beautiful Death in original Spanish). This hotel could also be metaphorical… more when we get to that line. The song starts with him missing her and looking at how much longer he has to go before he’ll complete this mission. “Gaze into her killing jar I'd sometimes stare for hours… / And for the last night I lie / Could I lie with you?” (Jetset Life). While he’s missing her, though, he’s also starting to resent her just the tiniest bit for making him (even though she didn’t make him) do all of this miserable awful stuff to get back to her when he doesn’t even know if she still believes in him anymore. “When holding on / Oh, I hope you do the same / Aww, sugar / Slip into the tragedy / You've spun this chamber dry.”

This song is also when the Demolition Man starts turning to drugs to numb the pain of everything going on. “I'm lost in the prescription / …It gives the weak flight / It gives the blind sight / Until the cops come.” His drug use is making him sloppy with his work and it’s almost getting him caught. (Side note, these are probably expensive drugs he’s using. The word Jetset means basically “rich and fancy” and he says the jetset life will kill you, (as drugs can)). This is where the potential metaphor of “Hotel Bella Muerte” comes into play- it’s mentioned right after the “lost in the prescription” line, and “checking into the hotel Beautiful Death” could represent actually dying due to this drug use. It could get him caught, it could kill him through an overdose. This metaphor could be continued (well, started) in Prison too, when Bert yells the line “Do you have the keys to the hotel? 'Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire!” (Prison) it could have meant “are you ready to die?”

Cemetery Drive: So, the Demolition Man is taking a break and recovering from prison. He’s visiting presumably his hometown, feeling, not gonna lie, a little suicidal. “Back home, off the run / Singing songs that make you slit your wrists / It isn't that much fun / Staring down a loaded gun.” (Cemetery Drive).

He then makes the very bad decision to go find his lover’s grave. “This night, walk the dead in a solitary style / And crash the cemetery gates.” (Cemetery Drive). He starts getting really sad because of this and starts reminiscing and just talking about how much he misses the woman. “I miss you / I miss you, so far / And the collision of your kiss / That made it so hard.” (Cemetery Drive). He also has another one of those moments of “is it worth it?” when he says “So, I won't stop dying, won't stop lying / If you want, I'll keep on crying / Did you get what you deserve? / Is this what you always want me for?” (Cemetery Drive). The rest of the song is very repetitive, but the line “way down” is repeated many many times. It could be talking about hell, it could be talking about the woman under the ground, it could be talking about this “fall” he’s constantly afraid of, it could be anything, really. The main important part of this song is that it leads to another change in identity: in religion.

Thank You For The Venom: This is when things mentally really start to go downhill for the Demolition Lover. He has just visited his dead lover’s grave, he’s by himself, and this is when he decides, ultimately: Fuck God. He’s given up on religion. He knows it’s real, because he’s literally on a quest from Satan himself, but he has no faith in it anymore. “Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal / And you never had a chance / Love it, or leave it, you can't understand / …Preach all you want but who's gonna save me? / I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load” (Venom).

I think maybe a nun has tried to “save” him; he could also be talking about religious people in general, but for story’s sake we’ll say a nun tried to “save” him. We know he’s had religious beliefs in the past, like when he says he was how God made him, or when he prayed to the angels to protect his lover, but he’s done. He’s like, “fuck God, fuck religion, fuck this nun.” (He does end up killing the nun: “Love is the red of the rose on your coffin door / What's life like, bleeding on the floor?”) He really doesn't care at all if people know about this aversion to religion: “I wear this on my sleeve / Give me a reason to believe.” He even contradicts his line from earlier in the album: “We’re just two men as God had made us” (Prison), with “I'm just the way that the doctor made me.” (Venom).

His drug use has gotten worse since Jetset Life: “So give me all your poison / And give me all your pills / And give me all your hopeless hearts / And make me ill.” (Venom). And the man still thinks he’s untouchable too, whether that means they can't convert him or he can’t be stopped in his mission or both. “You're running after something / That you'll never kill / If this is what you want / Then fire at will.” (Venom) This is also where he really starts to not give a shit if he even finishes out the mission: he’s like, fine, kill me, I don’t even know if this is worth it anyway. This attitude only gets stronger in our next track: Hang Em’ High.

Hang Em’ High: The Demolition Lover, with this new “Fuck It” mindset, is now picking up speed on his killing spree, barely caring if he gets killed himself in the process. This entire song is basically about him hunting down the men on the list and killing like a machine, a ruthless rampage that takes on the sound of an old western. “Grab your six-gun from your back / Throttle the ignition / Would I die for you? / Well, here's your answer in spades / Shotgun sinners / Wild-eyed jokers / Got you in my sights / Gun it while I'm holding on.” (Hang Em’ High). You can note the tone of resentment toward the Demolition Woman as well. There’s sort of been this underlying question of “will she still love me after what I’ve done?” and this song really hits the point of “I don’t care what she thinks I’m doing it the fuck anyway.” He’s real sarcastic about it too, but that’s nothing new: “After all is said and done / Climb out from the pine box / Well, I'm asking you / 'Cause she's got nothing to say / …She won't stop me, put it down / So get your gun and meet me by the door.” (Hang em’ High.) This song is also where that theme of “falling” comes again. In this song, he sort of says “If I die, I die, and we’ll both move on.” “If I fall and don't look back / Oh, baby, don't stop / Bury me and fade to black.” (Hang em’ High). This is very different from The Ghost of You, where he’s a little more afraid of this “fall.” It’s really better explained in the tone of the song. In The Ghost of You, the line about falling is very isolated, warningly ominous, and is followed by a heavy chorus of basically just wailing, so it seems like a big fear of his. In Hang ‘Em High, the “fall” is much more casually mentioned and is followed by “don’t stop and bury me,” AKA, “get over it.”

It’s Not A Fashion Statement, It’s A Fucking Deathwish: This song is very important to the story because it exhibits a large change in character. This song is about the Demolition Man hunting down one or more of the people who murdered him. “For what you did to me / And what I'll do to you / You get, what everyone else gets / You get a lifetime / …I'm coming back from the dead / And I'll take you home with me / I'm taking back the life you stole / …I will avenge my ghost with every breath I take / …This hole that you put me in / Wasn't deep enough / And I'm climbing out right now / You’re running out of places to hide from me.” (Fashion Statement).

This song contains a very crucial part in the album. This is the song where he fully accepts that he may fail his mission by dying. In Ghost of You it was his greatest fear, in Hang Em’ High it was maybe-a-thing-that-could-happen-but-I’m-not-going-to-think-about-it-right-now-just-gonna -kill-a-bunch-of-people. In this song, he knows it’s possible. He’s reached full acceptance that he may never see his lover again. This, right here, is one of the most important lines in the album: “I lost my fear of falling.” (Fashion Statement)

Obviously, he’s going to keep trying, though. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still very determined to be with the woman again, but he’s setting his bar realistically in that he may not make it. “If living was the hardest part / We'll then one day be together / …When you go / Just know that I will remember you / I lost my fear of falling / I will be with you, I will be with you.”

And thus, with his determination and preparation in his mind, we arrive at the finale.

I Never Told You What I Do For A Living:

This is the last song in the story of the Demolition Lovers. The Demolition has almost made it to the end of the mission, and he is absolutely ready to kill the last person and see his lover again. “Another night and I'll see you / Another night and I'll be you.” (Never Told You). He is going down the list, going on this rampant spree trying to hunt down the last men on the list. “Another knife in my hands /…I keep a book of the names and those / Only go so far 'til you bury them / So deep and down we go.” (Never Told You).

The only thing he’s worried about is if, one: the woman will still love him after what he’s done, and two: how he’ll deal with the guilt. He’s hoping getting into heaven and seeing the woman will cleanse him of his sins: “Another knife in my hands / A stain that never comes off the sheets / Clean me off / I'm so dirty babe / The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes

/…Touched by angels, though I fall out of grace / I did it all so maybe I'd live this every day.” (Never Told You). The first five stanzas are about the “seeing the woman will cleanse him” thing. The rest is about his guilt. If he’ll think about it day after day once he’s in heaven, and if he’s ruined his chance at religion because he’s fallen “out of grace.” The part about the woman not loving him anymore is a valid concern, really. I mean, think about it. He’s not the same guy anymore. He has killed one thousand people. That’s too large of a number for us to even comprehend in this context, but try. That shit would change you, for sure.

We have another chorus, after which he simply says the word “down,” which I have to assume means he has just killed the 999th person.

And here’s where everything falls apart.

The devil has just told the Demolition Man that the last evil man he must kill is himself.

He’s been hunting down man after man making kill after kill for at least a year in completely dismal conditions, dirtying his conscience and completely uprooting his life and mind as he knows it. He’s suffered through this all just to get back to the Demolition Woman… and now he can’t. It was all for nothing.

“And we all fall down / I tried /I tried.”

I strongly suggest you actually listen to this part, because just the quote definitely does not get the tone across. It’s at about 1:40 in the song. Gerard is screaming and wailing, really capturing the anguish that his character is feeling, knowing his work was for nothing and knowing that he’ll never see the Demolition Woman again.

However, he does accept this fate.

“And we'll all dance alone to the tune of your death / We'll love again, we'll laugh again / and it's better off this way.” (Never Told You)

Those worries of guilt, the worries that he’s changed too much as a person, the worries that the woman won’t love him anymore, are released. The fact that he says “we’ll all” instead of just “I’ll” is really interesting. He does it in other places throughout the song as well. I have to assume he’s referring to the other 999 people he’s killed, which is a very cool image, all of these people that have died because the Demolition Woman has died, the man soon to join them. It’s an image Gerard creates in the third album as well, an army of ghosts rallying for a final hurrah: “We're damned after all / Through fortune and flame we fall.” (Mama).

He says it’s “better off this way” which is an interesting choice in wording because it’s the same phrase he uses in I’m Not Okay (I Promise), which is not a song I’ve talked about yet. “I never want to let you down / Or have you go, it's better off this way.” (I’m Not Okay).

The second stanza I suppose means that they’ll move on. They’ll learn to “live” without each other in the afterlife.

However, this acceptance comes very quickly after the breakdown, which implies that it was sort of that “quick fix reasoning” we tend to do- something bad happens and we instantly try to reassure ourselves that it’s going to be okay by conjuring up the first solution or remedy we can think of.

I can infer this because the Demolition Man starts reminiscing about the day they were shot, repeating these lines: “And never again, and never again / They gave us two shots to the back of the head / And we're all dead now,” twice, increasing in desperation and emotion the second time around, and then he starts wailing again. “Well I tried / One more night / One more night / Well I'm laughin' out, cryin' out, laughin' out loud / I tried, well I tried, well I tried / 'Cause I tried, but I lied.” (Never Told You)

He’s losing his mind. He’s freaking the fuck out, the whole impact of what has happened is hitting him, and he’s no longer trying to quickly reassure himself, but just insisting that he “tried” over and over again, even to the point of laughing, he’s so far out of it. He just keeps saying “One more night,” knowing he was that close to seeing the woman again.

He repeats “I tried” a few more times, and then he tries to assure himself again with the lines about it being “better off.” He’s jumping back and forth, his touch on what he knows loosening. He does understand one thing, though. This guilt will haunt him, Demolition Woman or not. “And it's better off this way / So much better off this way / I can't clean the blood off the sheets in my bed!” (Never Told You.) I feel like it’s important to note that during these shifts in thoughts, Gerard switches between more calmly singing and completely screaming which probably accurately represents this complete breakdown the Demolition Man is having.

The song ends with a final reminiscence of the night of the Demolition Lovers’ death, as the Demolition Man does what the devil has asked of him and joins his list of the dead.

“And never again, and never again / They gave us two shots to the back of the head / And we're all… dead… now.”

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The End? Not quite. You may have noticed that I’ve neglected I’m Not Okay (I Promise), Helena, and the bonus tracks from the live recording collection: Life on the Murder Scene.

Helena: Helena was written following the death of the Grandmother of Gerard and Mikey Way (Bassist). Gerard has described this song as “an angry, open letter to himself.” The lyrics are more than anything about the Ways’ Grandmother, Elena, than the story, but if we must find a way to connect it, I believe it would be from the Demolition Woman’s perspective (It could also be about what the Demolition Man thinks the woman is thinking). “What's the worst that I can say? / Things are better if I stay / So long and goodnight / …Well, if you carry on this way / Things are better if I stay / So long and goodnight/” (Helena). This can be the Demolition Woman saying she’s better off in heaven after she’s seen what the Demolition Man has done and who he’s become.

The whole song is about grief, which means it could take place pretty much anywhere in the timeline, that is, if the song fits with the story at all.

I’m Not Okay (I Promise): I’m pretty sure this song takes place before they die. I think it’s about both of them having some mental health issues and problems with each other, which means their relationship was a little rocky. Don’t get me wrong, they were still totally in love with each other, I mean, obviously, he killed 1000 men for her, but they had some issues. This can also be concluded from some lines in Demolition Lovers: “And after all the things we put each other through…” (Demolition Lovers). It’s largely unimportant, I think. The lyrics are not really of substance, except that neither of them are okay and they kind of fought sometimes, but they won’t break up because being a little bit unhappy with each other is better than not being with each other at all: ““I never want to let you down / Or have you go, it's better off this way.” (I’m Not Okay). That’s about all I could take away from this track.

Desert Song: One of the two bonus tracks from this album, found on the live recording collection Life on the Murder Scene. I’m not gonna lie, the analysis of this song is very simple: We died, that’s sad, I miss you.

It’s pretty much the entire story’s plot (feelings-wise) in one song. There’s an allusion to I Never Told You What I Do For a Living: “And did you come to stare or wash away the blood?” (Like the line “Clean me off / I'm so dirty babe / The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes” (Never Told You)). It details the journey of their bodies: “From the earth to the morgue /

Morgue, morgue, morgue!” (Desert Song) and talks about the woman living in heaven or mourning him or both: “Spend the rest of your days rockin' out / Just for the dead.” It’s not a very eventful song, and I have to assume that much of it is written about Gerard Way’s real life more than the Demolition Lovers.

Bury Me in Black: My personal favorite. Also found on Life on the Murder Scene, this song has got to be the angriest on the album.

There’s proof that it could be directed toward the Demolition Woman, and theories that it could be directed toward the devil, but I think it’s both. It takes place sometime during his mission, I assume around the 400 mark where he’s probably extremely fed up with this mission and just angry as hell. “I wanna see what your insides look like (I wanna see what your insides look like)/ I bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside (not so pretty) / I wanna see what your insides look like (not so pretty, baby)” (Bury Me in Black). Yeah, he’s mad. He’s extremely violent, either toward his lover or toward the devil, we don’t know. But he’s been killing for so long now that violence is all he knows…

There’s some maybe-proof that it’s toward the woman: “I said, ‘We'll drown ourselves in misery tonight’ / White lies, you've worn out all your dancing shoes this time,” which I think is bitterness that the woman is in heaven. He’s completely miserable, and he wants her to be miserable too, not having fun in paradise.

The part that makes me think it’s the devil is here: “I've been calling you all week for my

Shotgun / Pick up the phone / Pick up the phone, fucker.” He has to be in some sort of communication with the devil to let him know what’s going on, which makes me think he doesn’t have the materials or information he needs, which is halting his mission, AKA frustrating him enough that he wants to literally gut Satan.

This is also another look at just how miserable he is. He’s drinking to numb the pain: “These eyes have had too much to drink again tonight,” He’s feeling suicidal: ‘Black skies, we'll douse ourselves in high explosive light,” He’s physically injured from fights: “And well, I can't explain / What happened to my face / Late last night,” He’s homeless: “I sleep in empty pools, and vacant alleyways,” and he’s having a sexuality crisis: “And what I'm going through / Shot lip gloss through my veins.” (Bury Me in Black). It is another song that fits pretty much anywhere in the timeline.

The End: Thank you for reading this stupid bullshit if you made it this far. Yes, I wrote all of this and if you are for some reason crazy enough to use it for anything please credit me; I spent far too long working on this to get robbed. It is December 25, 2022, 12:52 am, thus concluding my first completed masterdoc: The Story Behind My Chemical Romance’s: Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. Thanks for reading.

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