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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 1 year

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so here's the thing. Cass's favorite brother is probably Tim. he's her little guy, her sweet cheese, her good time boy. they're both very similar to Bruce in a lot of ways, but more than that, they find it easy to be around each other. Tim is more quiet than the others, which Cass appreciates, but he's also fascinating to watch because there's constantly a thousand things going on beneath the surface of him. Cass and Tim are masters of parallel play, but only and primarily with each other. Tim is quiet when Cass wants to be quiet or talks when she needs to talk, and if she doesn't have the words for something he never so much as bats an eye (even Dick bluescreens sometimes trying to figure her words out), he just helps her find the right ones. Tim can read her almost as well as she can read him, just slower and not trained into him, it's just how he is. he looks at her and tries to figure out how she works, the way he does with everyone, a way most people don't. it makes her feel seen the same way she sees, and that's valuable to her.

another thing is that Tim is also, in all honesty, Jason's favorite brother. like it's almost counterintuitive considering how they first really met, but hey — brothers forged in blood, right? there's some wild poetry to it and they Get each other on a level the others don't really bc they're the middle children, 2nd and 3rd and always afraid of being rejected. but they've got each other. Tim is Jay's favorite because he's so incredibly forgiving (to be welcomed back to the family by the kid he nearly killed? the kid he hated? INSANE.) and because he doesn't judge. (Jay is Tim's favorite bc he's chill when Dick or B can be smothering sometimes. Jason isn't the one who lost a brother and a son, he's the one who was lost, so he's not quite so afraid of losing. yes, he's protective, but not overwhelmingly so.) they have an instinctive kind of brotherhood where they balance each other out, tempering each other's worse tendencies and bolstering the better ones without having to talk about it.

the third thing: Cass really does not like Jason. she has the no-kill rule in her heart even before she had words to explain it, and it's different than with Bruce because she's lived it. she's lived the reason why they have that rule. and Jason has too, but come out on the other side, what Cass considers the wrong side of a worldview completely different than her own. Jason kills, he breaks the law written in her soul and in their adoptive father's, and no one stops him. she can't comprehend it, and she will never accept it. she rarely uses his name, rarely interacts with him at all if she can help it because much as she wants to start a fight, it would hurt Bruce if she did and she doesn't want that. she just calls him Hood, most of the time. if they absolutely have to work together, she does what needs done and leaves.

so. Cass hates Jason. and Jason hates being hated. as far as the principle goes, he can get why Cass doesn't like him, but she's loath to even be around him and that bothers him. she's just this side of being actively hostile, meanwhile Jason is honestly trying his best not to tick her off but it's really hard when he gets glared at by possibly the most intimidating Bat every time he's at home. the same way there's a difference between Bruce and Batman (they put away masks at home, or at least they try to), there's a difference between Jason and the Red Hood. but Cass, determined, rock-solid Cass, refuses to accept that. it's not a good situation, especially when Tim gets in the middle of it, because both Cass and Jason love Tim but hate each other and Tim is just tired and wants his siblings to get along and see, this is why he prefers one on one time to family gatherings.

because at some point something happens and Tim gets hurt, maybe captured or outnumbered (as capable as he is, even a great strategist and skilled fighter can be overwhelmed at times) while out on patrol, and Oracle, sitting in front of her computer array, sighs and rubs her temples and opens up a communications channel to the only two Bats available to assist — Red Hood and Black Bat. she tells them what's up, gives them Red Robin's location, and then dips back out of the channel because she is not going to spend the rest of the night listening to palpable silence from Cass and increasingly frustrated questioning from Jason. she's not paid enough for that.

so Cass and Jason HAVE to work together. HAVE to team up to save their mutual favorite sibling (who, for what it's worth, has no clue he's ANYONE'S favorite). and neither of them is pleased with this turn of events, on multiple counts — 1, Tim is hurt. 2, Cass hates/at least strongly dislikes Jason. 3, Jason has tried everything to make peace with her and is honestly feeling a little bit desperate about it at this point because he has tried EVERYTHING, so now he's just right back at aggression. it's a situation that really can't have a good outcome for everyone, because Cass and Jason's mutual dislike for each other is at odds with their mutual love for Tim and both of them arrive at the same conclusion: all they can do is work for the best outcome for their little brother.

Tim, who has only been lightly stabbed and could have probably gotten by with just one person for backup instead of two, let alone THESE two, is both exasperated by the turn of events, and just plain glad that someone came for him. he's bleeding and hurting and watching from the alley floor as Cass stares (glares) at Jason, who's trying to figure out how to get a shot in that will give Tim a way out without, yknow, shooting his brother in the process.

and then Cass just swoops down and between her insane skills and the intimidation factor of a bat with a full-face mask the entire situation is diffused before Jason has a chance to shoot anybody, which is a better outcome than Tim expected. Jason grapples down as Cass is finishing up with the last few bad guys and she turns around and starts glaring through the mask again. the problem is, she loves Tim. he's her favorite brother, the one most like her and most like their father. but Jason loves Tim too, and Cass can see it as soon as she looks, really looks to see it. and it's so, so obvious when she sees Jason's bloodstained, scarred hands carefully bandaging Tim's (slight) stab wound and the fact that Jay pulled off his helmet as soon as it was safe to and is talking and grinning and keeping a steady eye on Tim because everyone knows that Tim plays down his injuries often and you have to watch him, because he's smart enough to hide things unless you really know him. and Jason knows him. and Cass can see that. and as much as she doesn't like Jason, as much as she's possessive of Tim, she softens for just a minute.

not that she'd ever tell anyone, and Tim was too distracted and half-foggy from blood loss to see it in her at the moment. Cass still doesn't like Jay. Jay is still utterly frustrated by the fact that she won't give him a chance. Tim is still annoyed by all of this and complains to Babs about it (bc Steph just laughs and says all three of them need to suck it up and move on, which is TRUE, but unhelpful) any chance he gets.

it isn't until an Arkham breakout, not the worst they've seen but obviously not good news, when Jason gets badly hurt and Tim (who was with him at the time) gets Really Scary, like full-on not moving a muscle, staring down the man who did it with such intensity that it feels like he could kill with only his masked eyes, sharp and suddenly absolutely terrifying to anyone who doesn't know him, that something really clicks for Cass. because she slips in as Tim coldly, calculatingly shatters the guy's kneecaps just as thoroughly as Jason's bullets would have done and then his rigid intensity falls away and he's a kid terrified that his brother is hurt.

Cass sees the way Jason is with Tim and she can't quite reconcile that caring with all his killing but she knows, because she can SEE it, that Jay cares about Tim much the same way she does. and then she sees how Tim acts when Jason is hurt, the scary sharp side of her little brother that only comes out when he's very, very afraid and very, very determined, and she sees the way he loves his older brother and... she can't deny that either.

and maybe Cass will never LIKE Jason, maybe there will always be some tension between them, but. she doesn't call him only "Hood" all the time, anymore, and Jason is capable of recognizing that tiny detail as her version of a peace offering. Tim is just glad they're not yelling at each other (or Cass's silent staring version of yelling) all the time. maybe it's a whole mess, but hey, they're working on it. as long as there's love, somewhere, there's something. (there's family)

#this was originally a meta post but it spiralled. like. a lot spiralled.#i just think they should have a contentious little thing going on. sibling rivalry but they don't consider themselves siblings #like it's funny but also fascinating. they're narrative foils!! they're their fathers precious children! they have #directly opposing worldviews and mindsets!!!#this could be so deep but also. SO comedic #i need to write the stupid little batfam road trip fic in my head bc the ensemble dynamics are SO FUN #Lu rambles #meta finding tag #batfam #cass cain #jason todd #tim drake #i didn't proofread this if it has typos I'll find it once it's too late and it's already been reblogged. as usual 😂

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romana-after-dark · 8 months

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The Wrong Way (Dark Ending): Going Under, Part 2

Raider!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Raider!Tommy Miller x Fem!Reader

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Summery: After you give birth to Ellie in the cabin, Joel fins you and Tommy, besting Tommy in a fight. What happens to you? What happens to Ellie, Tommy, Lorenzo and the rest of the family Little One has acquired? How does Little One learn to cope with her new reality? Does she fall into the darkness that surrounds Joel and all he touches? Can Joel really change for you and your daughter?

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH WARNING, graphic violence, murder, manipulation, the horrors, Joel being Joel, Tommy being kinda pathetic, Joel's weird sexual fantasies, breeding kink, abuse of power. Just.... all the bad.

Extra on the executions. Suicidal ideation. Sorry, I should've put tjat in the warnings first chapter but I just came up, so this is your warning now. Im tryingto think of all the hardest stuff that happens now so I can warn ahead of time but sometimes it just happens while writing you know? Things come up. Dont say i didnt want you with major character death

a/n who watched Avatar TLA growing up? There a reference to it at the very end.... that episode traumatized me

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It had been four days before Joel came and got you. The room was cold from the cool outside air; it was far from freezing, only a crisp Wyoming early fall so far. This had proven a benefit, despite the way you shivered under tattered blankets, as it aired out the bucket of piss and shit that was your toilet.

Ellie had to be dead by now. Infants need to be fed regularly, every 2-3 hours according to Maura… your breasts hurt, they hurt so fucking bad sometimes you cried from just that… but it wasn’t a hard leap from your depressed mindset. The pain was aching and you had to squeeze the milk out of your engorged breasts just to have a little relief. Your vagina hurt, too. Luckily you had stopped bleeding, although you wished you’d just bleed out already. Everything was pain and your dreams in the few moments you were sleeping were filled with nightmares.

You weren’t sure what you were living for. You laid on the mattress hour after hour, staring at the broken glass from your fit, thinking you could easily kill yourself… The only thing that stopped you was the effort it would require. Dazed, almost… that was the best way to describe it, all the hours blurring together

Honestly, you hadn't expected Joel to return at all. You figured he killed Ellie or just let her starve, killed Tommy and would just let you waste away in this god forsaken room, the room where so much happened.

Tommy taking your virginity after you begged him, playing go fish for hours.

Joel raping you, loving you, cuddling you.

Nick.

When he walked into the room, you didn’t even look up. You didn’t have the energy anymore. When his strong arms scooped you up, leading you out of the piss-smelling room, you instinctively wrapped your arms and legs around him like before… it had been habit at this point, after a year of doing this and you were no stranger to your body betraying you.

Joel, in turn, held you close. “Just look what you’ve done, hermosa… but it’s okay, we can fix it.”

“No” you whine, head in the crook of his neck. Why was his smell comforting after all that had happened? “We can’t fix this.” Your baby is gone, after all you did to try and save her.

“Yes, yes we can, you just gotta be good.” Of course Joel thought this was fixable. Ellie was only ever his replacement for Sarah, so she was replaceable herself. Joel would put a baby in you again and if it was a boy? Another one. And another, and another until you died, then he’d move onto the next vulnerable young girl.

Joel took you outside. When you saw the raiders all surrounding the yard, a yard that had previously been your comfort, a place you imagined your baby playing, you figured this is where he killed you. You were ready.

“Watch her” And he went into the house. The sunshine and fresh air felt nice, you had to admit. When he returned, he carried a little bundle; the baby blanket Mrs. Munoz knitted, with Ellie’s little face barely peeking out.

“ELLIE!” Joy and sunshine filled your heart again, and suddenly nothing else matter than the fact your daughter lived. Ecstatic, you dash towards her as all the pain of earlier seeming long gone in your desperate need for her, but Joel wouldn’t let you have it just yet. He moved her out from his firm grasp, still holding her but seemingly threatening to drop her. “JOEL NO!”

“She’s safe, little one, don’t you worry… as long as you behave.” He went back to rocking her, a soft expression as he looked at his daughter.

“H-how is she alive? She didn’t feed, I thought- I thought she was dead!”

“You really think I’d let my daughter starve?” His voice was condescending, a slight scoff at the end. “C’mon now, you can’t be that stupid. I know there's not a lot going on in that bimbo housewife brain of yours but I thought you had a little more faith in you than this.” He was… he was laughing at you. All the things he did to you, all the things he’s said… why did this hurt so bad? Joel never called you stupid before… and didn’t he… he threatened to hurt her just a moment ago, didn’t he? Or did he? Maybe you were reading into it too much…

“I’m not… I’m not stupid.” Defensively, you spoke but your eyes remained on your daughter.

“Oh, of course not, sweet girl, of course not.” Was he making fun of you? Why were the other men chuckling? “But I had a plan incase you couldn’t produce milk. I’ve got a freezer full of breast milk from other women, and even some formula. It’s expired but, it’ll do in a pinch.”

As relieved as you were about Ellie living, guilt punched at you. “You… Joel, you took milk away from hungry babies?”

Joel rolled his eyes. “No, of course not. Mrs. Little Feather was producing an abundance so I paid her well for a stash, just in case. I’ll always protect my family” He turned to one of the men and nodded.

Tommy was pushed out the house, hands bound behind him and he was shoved to the ground.

“TOMMY!” But you didn’t dare move, not when Joel had Ellie.

“Honey, fuck, I’m sorry, I-” He was cut off by Joel kicking him in the stomach. Tommy’s left hand was bandaged up from the stabbing.

But Tommy’s reveal wasn’t even the worst. Out of the house came Zach and Lorenzo, bound and gagged, quickly followed by the biggest shock yet. June. It had been a whole year since you’d seen her, never even saying goodbye when you were ripped away from your family. The four of them knelt on the ground, hands tied behind their backs, Lorenzo and Zach at one end of the yard, Tommy and June behind them. Joel shoved you towards Zach and Lorenzo, the guards taking off their mouth gags.

Zach yelled your name. “Run!” But Lorenzo knew better. Lorenzo knew there was no running from Joel, and there was no leaving Ellie behind. You stumble towards them, taking them in your arms. Joel was going to kill them.

“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry…” You sob, knowing this was because of you.

“Sweetheart.” Lorenzo’s voice called to you, oddly calm given the circumstances. “Sweetheart, look at me.” He waited until you looked him, Lorenzo’s large, brown, droopy eyes calming you the way they always did. “It’s okay. Zach and I… we’ve already made peace with this. It’s gonna be okay.”

“No it’s not!” You protest. “He’s gonna kill you both we will have NOTHING!”

Zach. “You’ll have Dolli.” You look to your big brother. “And I know it’s hard, and I know it’s shit right now, honey it’s shit, but you can’t leave her with Joel, okay? So you gotta do this. Think of mom, think of all she did so we could survive.”

A fresh bout of tears. You sniffle, smelling the grass and the dirt and the filth surrounding you. “But I can’t.” You sob violently. You can’t do this without help, you never could.

“You can-”

“I’m not strong!”

Lorenzo. “You’ve already been strong, always. You survived a lifetime of hell and you put up a hell of a fight, again and again. You’re gonna raise Dolly to be strong like you, okay?”

Ellie. Ellie needed you. Nothing else mattered but her. “Her name… her name Ellie. Joel chose Dolly, I chose Ellie June.”

Zach smiled. “Ellie June. I love it.”

“Your goddaughter, Zach.”

He nodded. “I’ll keep an eye on her, I promise. We both will.”

Joel steps up, still holding Ellie close to his chest with his left hand. “Alright, ‘nuff talk’n”

“No, Joel, please!” You desperately cling to your brothers, a feeble attempt to save their lives when you feel yourself being picked up by familiar arms; Tommy wrapped a strong arm around your middle pulling you away. “TOMMY LET ME GO!”

Kicking, screaming, fighting, you try to pull off him but your legs dangle, treading air.

“Joel.” Tommy called to his brother. “Dolly’s ears.” He referenced the baby in his arms as Joel pulled out the gun.

“There’s a silencer.”

Horror and anguish as you cry for your family, Lorenzo and Zach both mouthing that they loved you although you couldn’t hear a sound anymore, except the sharp eeeeee and muffled voices. The panic had set it.

Lorenzo and Zach come closer together, their bound up finger intertwining together. Joel strides up the the couple, covers Ellie’s ears with his hand and chest and-

BANG! BANG!

Zach and Lorenzo’s bodies felt limp to the ground, and you didn’t have it in you to scream any more. You went into shock, freezing up and zoning out, only barely aware of Joel comforting Ellie as she cried; no doubt startled from the shooting and commotion.

Joel spoke to his men, but you weren’t sure what he said… the only thing in your sights was your dead family and he thought that June and Tommy were probably next…wait, when was Tommy untied?

Joel hand grabbed your face and you heard a faint ‘Joel, stop’ but he didn’t. It was the middle of the sentence before you started to understand again. “-are both dead now. Jack is dead, Maura is dead. But her,” He pointed his gun at June, stepping towards her. “She’s alive. Zach tried to take her, thinking it’d save her. Look what good that did huh?”

You couldn’t speak, but Tommy did. “C’mon, man, she’s got nothing to do with this, don’t kill her.”

“Well Thomas, I’m glad you care so much, that’ll make the next part easier.”

“What are you-”

Joel ignored him. “Set her down.” Tommy did. You wobbled a bit but got to your feet, trying to concentrate on behaving… Zach was right, you needed to do this for Ellie. He walked back to you. “See how easily he listens to me? Like a guard dog. Tommy always was good at following orders.” He looked too Tommy again. “Take three steps back.” Tommy did. “Spin around” Tommy rolled his eyes, but did. “Shake you butt”

“Joel-”

“Do it Tommy”

Tommy did, looking humiliated in the process he wiggled his hips.

“Oh come ooooon” Joel laughs. “Put on a show”

“This is humiliating”

“THAT’S THE POINT!”

You wince at the outburst, wanting to hold Ellie so painfully bad… her little nose was getting runny from the cold, even with a little hat on.

Joel raised the gun to Ellie, and Tommy immidietly complied, shouting at him to knock it off. Jaw set tight, Tommy bent over and stuck out his butt, shaking it to the chuckles of the other men. Tommy fucking Miller, Joel’s previous right hand man. Feared leader, reduced to this indignity… You looked over to June, still bound and gagged and on her knees, looking utterly confused.

“Good job, Tommy” Joel turned back to you. “See how easy it was for Tommy to listen to me? Always been like that, following me around like a lost puppy, desperate for my approval… you know why I untied his hands, little one?” He didn’t wait for your answer. “Because I need you to know he watched. He watched me kill your brother and Lorenzo, he held you back while he watch. He watched me take you, he watched me fuck you on the table, he watched me brand you, and if he had been here last week he would’ve watched as I hung you.”

The whimper from your mouth at the memory is pathetic, but you keep your mouth shut as your eyes cry.

Joel perked up. It was like a shift, that dramatic change in his personalities that was so hard to keep up with. “So here’s my vision! It’s gonna take a while until we can all trust each other but I want us to all be a family.” He nudged his gun, and one of the men moved to June. Joel must have planned this all out, orchestrated it… He gave the gun to his man, and yanked down June’s gag. It was clear she had been crying heavily, but would not give Joel the dignity of begging for her life. June was strong like that. Sweet, kindhearted; a soft person who was undeniably stubborn. “Beautiful thing, aren’t you. Gonna make such a pretty wife.”

June was too proud to beg, but you’d been long suffering indigities. You had no pride left. “No, no, no, no, no JOEL! Don’t do this, I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Relax, bebita.” He laughed at you. “She’s not for me. You’re the only one for me, you know that right? You gave me my daughter back, you’ll always be my wife, no matter what.”

You were more confused than ever; a cooling breeze rustled your skirt, making you realize just how damn sweaty you’d gotten during all this. “Then what-”

Joel took the collar of June’s shirt, dragging her towards Tommy and throwing her at him as she squeaked in shock. Although he caught her, diving towards her falling body and preventing it from hitting the ground Tommy looked as confused as you did.

“I don’t want-”

“She’s your wife now”

“JOEL!” He held her and June clung to him. “This is insane, I don’t want a wife!”

Uninterested, Joel shrugged him off. “Fuck her, don’t, I don’t really care.” Joel strode towards you again but stopped to look over his shoulder at Tommy. “But knowing you, you probably will. Just a matter of whether you hold her down or not.”

Tommy, for all his weaknesses and flaws… you knew he was not that type of man.

“You and June will live in your old room. She can’t leave the room unsupervised until I say so” He turned to you. “Same with you, little one. But Tommy’s gonna watch you both. Know why?”

Finally, fucking finally, Joel handed you your daughter and you scooped her up, sobbing. “Hey baby, hi. Mommy’s here, yeah, mommy’s here now, it’s okay”

The sun was beginning to set, the shadows of the trees casting long over your dead family. “Because I’m choosing to spare his life, He owes me. And if we can all get along, no more run’n, no more fighting, no more ‘Joel stop!’” he mocked. “Then the 5 of us and whatever other children we’re blessed with can all live together as one big happy family.”

Joel sat you between his legs like you always used to after a bath, Ellie in both your arms as he nursed. “Knew you’d fuck up that room, little one. My brave girl. Always so strong, so resilient. You wanted to get to Dolly, didn’t you?”

“Yes” it was the truth, at least. You couldn’t help but feel comfort in Joel’s arms even now… what was wrong with you? Why were you like this? How had he broken you down this badly? “Just… just wanted to be with her…”

“I understand. She’s perfect, isn’t she?”

“Absolutely perfect” and she was, Ellie was everything.

A knock on the door; Joel beckoned them in.

“Watch your fucking eyes.” He snapped at his man bringing you food and water, despite this very man having been there when you were raped in the kitchen… a little breastfeeding wouldn’t had much to the fantasies.

When Ellie was done, fallen quickly asleep, Joel took her and laid her in her crib before doing what you knew was only inevitable.

He laid down beside you, handings trailing you body, muttering about much he missed you, how much he missed your body. “My perfect girl…” In gentle whispers, he spoke praises into your mouth between kisses, hand trailing between your legs. You hated your body for responding to him, you hated the way he made you feel so good and you hated how you would kiss him hours after murdering your brother and friend… But Ellie. Ellie is what mattered. Ellie needed to be safe, she needed her mom, and she needed no more of her family dead. So, you kissed Joel. You kissed Joel the way you had kissed Tommy only earlier this week as he swore to you he’d be the father of the child in that crib. Your life with Tommy crumbled down before you, as did any chance of happiness.

“Joel, I haven't bathed in days…”

“Don’t care, need you”

“Joel it huuurts” You begin to cry, despite knowing that only ever has turned him on more. “Please?” 4 days was not a lot of time to heal, the tearing still evident in you.

Pulling away, Joel looks at you, cupping your face with large, calloused hands. “We need to work together on this, little one. Give a little, get a little. For Dolly.”

Damn him. Damn him and the way he made your stomach burn, damn him and the way his touch felt so good and how you wanted to just be a happy family with him even now… And damn him for knowing how to use Ellie to manipulate you.

“Can we… can we do anal?”

The surprise was evident on his face, bed creaking as he sat up. “You’d prefer to take it in your ass instead of your pussy?”

As you gaze up at him, the concern on his face was clear… oh how he confused you. “I think it would hurt less.”

His features softened as you spoke, laying back down beside you to kiss your neck. “Just focus on my hand right now, sweet girl.” And you did. You did because you were a mess, you were disgusting, you were heartbroken and sad and lonely and you wanted Tommy but you had Joel and he had treated you well didn’t he? Maybe this was survivable… maybe. But you had to please him, and Joel always made you cum. Your pleasure turned him on… so you allowed yourself to sink into the swirling touch of Joel Miller’s fingers.

His touch was gentle but pressing and urgent; patience yet needy, as if making you cum would rebuild the bubble that he had built all those months… and it just might. Your cunt feel empty when it pulses around nothing but you are thankful you are able to get this wet, to orgasm still… The natural lubrication will help with taking his dick up your ass. When the climax was over, you took the chance to relax… it would hurt less if you relaxed.

“Roll over” He ordered, and you did as you were told before Joels straddled your thighs, hands rubbing up and down your mostly-clothes body. “Such a pretty girl… such a perfect girl, and all mine… I don’t care that Tommy fucked this sweet little pussy” Joel reached down to rub your swollen lips. “I don’t care. Once you’re healed up, I’m gonna cum inside you every goddamn day until you give me another baby, gonna fuck a baseball team into you.”

Of course he is. Of course. You wouldn’t expect nothing else from him; he wanted to keep you trapped with him forever… All the love you felt for Ellie was going to multiply tenfold, and you could never, ever leave with that many.

As Joel lined his cock up, swiping it up and down your asscrack and the crease of your thighs, you burry your face in the pillow. Joel wasn’t going to prep you at all, was he? He was going to just fuck you, rip you open and punish you-

“Oh little one… you’ve had a long day, haven't you? Yeah… You’ve been good, I’ll meet you halfway” Joel slid his cock between your plump thighs.

You lift your head off the pillow. “What? What are you doing?”

He began to pump, fucking your thighs and making the bed creak enough you made a mental note to ask Jack to oil it- fuck, Jack was dead, dead because he saw you trying to escape and took you back to Lorenzo. Dead because he went to get Zach to save his life… All of them ended up dead anyway. Jack, Maura, Lorenzo, and my dear brother who had only ever tried to help you. Now June was essentially Tommy’s wife just as you were Joel’s and although you trusted Tommy not to hurt her, she was in a house full of raiders… and Joel.

“Let it out, baby, let it out.” Joel cooed as he thrusted between your legss; one or twice he spit down between them to keep the lubrication going but it wasn’t long before he pulled out, jerking himself as he painted a picture of his cum on your ass and thighs. “Beautiful girl… beautiful.” The cum was like lotion as he rubbed it along you, rubbing your aching muscles… Did he love you? Truly?

When Joel leaves to boil water for the bath, you go to pick up Ellie. You needed her, needed her painfully. You wanted to make up for lost time in those four days she was gone, and away from you; she needed skin to skin, she needed love, she needed her mama’s voice… she needed you.

Joel could hear you from outside the door, peaking through the crack to watch you cuddle his daughter… you were a good mom. You loved Sarah like he did, you cared for her, you wanted the best for her. You just needed to learn, that’s all. Learn that Joel was the only man that mattered, learn that giving Sarah a family with siblings and two loving parents was more important than your own personal feelings. You simple needed to learn that Joel knew what’s best. He’d take care of you, take care of you like he always did; protecting you. He wouldn’t make the mistakes he made with Nick, Tommy, Lorenzo, Jack… Tommy would watch you while he was gone, but he knew Tommy, and Tommy was a simple man. Place a pretty girl in his bed, and it wouldn’t take long before they were fucking, and once Tommy fucked a girl, well… he latched on fast. Probably his mommy issues.

You were so sweet with Dolly, so careful, so attentive… even now, you sang to her and Joel thought this was the only sight he needed to see for the rest of his life: You, freshly fucked and beautiful with Dolly asleep in your arms as you sang.

What Joel didn’t know was your thoughts were consumed by your brother, dead outside with a gunshot in his head. Maybe you could ask him and Lorenzo to be buried together… it was the least you could do for your first protector… your soldier, your guardian who died in vain fighting for your safety after a lifetime of taking your beatings.

“Leaves from the vine

Falling so slow

Like fragile tiny shells

Drifting in the foam

Little soldier boy

Come marching home

Brave soldier boy

Comes marching home”

The bath after sex felt exactly like it always had.

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YEEEEEEEEEEEESH goodbye Zach and Lorenzo!!! my babies! my favorite couple! (im so sorry fen. I murdered your boy!) Also sorry angela buuuuuuuuuutttt you knew this was happening.

Honestly my heart aches for Zach. I have an older brother who was largly my protector in my childhood, my best friend for so long and I love him lots. Thats who zach is based off of for me but i dont wanna give a faceclaim bc I tryyyyyyy to make little one race inclusive (i know i didn't do perfect with the details of her bruisings but it can be hard) If any of my mutuals wanna see a pic Ill show you XD

Remember when I said taylor russle was June's faceclaim? I lied. I saw a picture of Alisha Boe and was like!!!!!! wait no thats her!!!! so now shes on this header.

JUNE AND TOMMY PLOT TWIST what do we think will happen there??? (June is canon bisexual, so dont let her marrying Maura in ghost of you series throw you off. She's the one who told little one all she really knew about sex.)

PLEASE LEMME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS AND THEORIES!!!! RBS ARE SO IMPORTANT TO SPREAD WORK but I like you know what you guys are thinkig!!! what part was the hardest to read? what are your thoughts on how this goes? One june and tommy? the deaths of jack and maura as well as tommy and lorenzo? Joel suddenly being very condesending to little one and almost like a schoolyard bully to tommy? all this happening while holding ellie?

He kinda reminds me of Joe Goldberg in You lol carrying Henry around with him on his lil stalking trips

@pimosworld @rubyfruitjungle @moriartyyouwhore @k-ra @the-fox-den @jenna-ortega @alwaysmicado @lunar-ghoulie @ladynightingale @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @maura-honey @fandxmslxt69 @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

#Joel Miller #Joel Miller smut #tw rape #dub con #non con #dark joel miller #romana after dark #dark!Joel #the last of us hbo #joel miller fic #joel miller reader #joel miller reade smut #dark joel miller reader #tommy miller fem reader #tommy miller smut #tommy miller fem!reader #the wrong way fic #the wrong way series #tommy miller

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pumpkinfreak · 3 months

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Watching Hannibal for the first time S2E1-4

Before I recap anything I need to rant. Will is in an asylum. At his lowest point, fighting for his life. Okay, Beverly Kats a pathologist from Jack's team. Comes to him and needs his help solving a murder. They found a body downstream, and Will, with his big brain wisdom, tells her to go upstream to find the killer... I am beginning to understand how these people could drive you to serial killing. HOW IS THAT NOT YOUR FIRST INSTINCT. It's a rural area, there's not a WAWA on every corner to search.

Apparently any rat bastard can get into the FBI, they all rely upon one guy using basic laws of nature to solve crimes. Like, this was not 4D chess, it was Connect Four. Instead of connecting four, you threw up on yourself and went crying to Will to fix it.

...rant over.

First scene Episode 1. Gives me more Mads fighting in a suit (I need psychological help) always love that. Lecter and Jack are trying to kill each other and then the plot insults me by jumping back twelve weeks. When Jack and Lecter are still friends. They're both bummed about Will being a serial killer and blaming Hannibal for the murders.

During this, we got to see the inside of a sea urchin (I desire the yellow spike ball meat) and it implied the Tuna meat Hannibal was sclicing up was a person. Like I don't know what fish meat looks like.

The whole event was very upsetting.

However, back at FBI headquarters, I was pleased to see Miranda! She's the internal Investigation lady.

Granted it's not the same character, but the vibes were there, now I need a Hannibal/Sex and the City crossover. Carrie and Lecter can go shopping and then eat Big. THE PLOT WRITES ITSELF. Anyway, Miranda, wants Jack to essentially throw Will to the wolves so the FBI doesn't have to take accountability for destroying his brain.

Also, there's like a guy sewing people together, so they form a giant eye to look at GOD, so GOD can look back at them. It looked really neat. Did not like watching a victim rip his own skin apart to escape. Loved the sequence of him running from the killer. Hannibal kills the guy, steals his leg, and sews him into his own body painting.

It's made abundantly clear that Hannibal believes himself to be god in this scene, and then he goes home and eats some tasty leg meat.

Episodes two and three focus on Will's trial, and everyone has opinions. Alana thinks Will did kill those people, but he did it in an unconscious state, and would not have done so otherwise. Jack is torn and can't decide if he pushed Will too hard and broke his brain, or if he's a highly intelligent psychopath who used the FBI as a cover. Will is in the trenches, trying to prove it's Hannibal. My opinion is that the hat Freddie wore to the trial is a sin against god and man. This woman wore the hat your Southern Baptist grandma wears.

In the smack-dab middle of this trial, another ear is delivered to the court. The ear belongs to the bailiff, who is found super dead. Jack is thrilled because this means someone may have done the killings, and he can avoid any responsibility for Will's mental state. I think I want Jack to get eaten. They try to work in this new murder as proof that Will is innocent, and the judge is not having it...that judge is then artfully murdered...

...but at least Will got a mistrial

Episode 4.

While all of this is going on, Will is at the same hospital Chilten runs. Chilten is somehow alive, after being turned into a slaughterhouse gift basket. He did lose a kidney but retained his brass balls because this man just keeps on being a massive douch nozzle. His new mission in life is to prove Will is a psychopath.

Will wants Beverly to look further into Hannibal, and she begrudgingly agrees.

Jack's wife confides in Hannibal that she wants to kill herself, due to the pain from her cancer. To which he agrees, and when she comes back later on the brink of death from a morphine overdose, HE FLIPS A COIN AND REVIVES HER. First of all, I thought he was gonna feed Jack his own wife. You know, for funsies.

Then Beverly finds human kidneys in Hannibal's fridge. Wait, there is more. THERE IS ALWAYS MORE ON THIS HIKE THROUGH SATAN'S LOWER INTESTINE. Beverly discovers a bunker under Hammibal's house. That she explores alone, I'm not surprised she had to be told to go upstream. We don't see what's in the bunker, but imagine it's not a Beanie Baby collection. Hannibal finds her and then cuts to black.

Im going to throw myself into an oven. I loved almost all of this, until next time. Stay safe, and do not eat the Tuna.

#hannibal #will graham #first time watch #horror #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #nbc hannibal #silence of the lambs

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electrosuite · 2 years

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hi! so i know you haven't written for eddie munson but you've posted about him so i was wondering if you could write a fic where it's about four years after he "dies" (wink wink) and he finds his way back to regular hawkins only to find that you gave birth to his kid that you were pregnant with when he "dies" and y'all have sex 👀

warnings: swearing, alcohol, mentions of pregnancy & birth, mentions of death & blood, descriptive sex, oral sex, mentions of masturbation

word count: 2.3k

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The sun was setting over Hawkins. The town that’d faced so much heartache had taken a long time to recover from Vecna, but most residents chose to just ignore the events of the last four years the best they could. Many of them were simply trying to start over and try to have a semi-normal life.

But you could never imagine having a normal life after what happened. Losing the love of your life, the person you imagined spending the rest of your life with, almost killed you.

Despite his death, you were immensely proud of him. He gave his life protecting you and his friends, saving countless lives in the process. He died a hero, which is all he’d ever wanted to be since Chrissy’s death. He took her death hard, blaming himself for not being able to help her.

That night when Dustin knocked on your bedroom door, let in by your parents, alone with tears staining his cheeks, you knew what happened. Your knees gave out from under you and you’d dropped to the floor, sobbing so loud that you were sure the neighbors could hear on the other side of the wall.

He couldn’t stop apologizing while he hugged you, crying alongside you.

You lost a piece of you. You didn’t know if you believed in soulmates, but he was yours. You were head over heels for each other the moment you met, and you felt like you could be yourselves with each other.

When you thought that it couldn’t get any worse, the day of his small funeral you found out that you were pregnant. You thought that you were being safe, using condoms every time.

You weren’t sure if one of them was broken or expired, but regardless, it took you about two weeks to come to terms with the fact that you were about to bear the child of your recently-deceased boyfriend.

Alone.

The pregnancy was difficult, although you had some help. Your and Eddie’s friends and his uncle Wayne were great always available when you needed them, bringing you food and everything else you needed when you couldn’t get it yourself.

And then your daughter was born. She had a lot of hair, and it was dark brown and she had a couple of curls, just like Eddie. Her eyes were the same color as his, and her nose was also the same. The older she got, the more she looked like him.

Four years passed rather quickly and smoothly to your relief, and she was a very happy child.

Tonight was one of the only nights you’d been able to get her down to sleep without a bit of a fight, and it felt like a miracle.

You were home alone with her, sipping on a glass of much needed wine. Your parents were working, which they’d been using as an excuse to avoid helping with your daughter, when there was a quick, frantic knock on the door. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, wanting just one night with nothing but relaxation.

But when you opened the door, the gasp that left your mouth was straight out of a film.

There, tired and out of breath, stood Eddie. Your eyes went big at the same time as his, silence heavy between the two of you.

“Eddie?” you asked, not knowing what else to say.

“Hi.” His voice was meek and shaky.

Without another word, he wrapped you in a hug, burying his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder. You instinctively hugged back, your arms squeezing him tighter than you ever had before.

Tears streamed down your cheeks and both of you sobbed, standing in the open doorway. The smell of Irish Spring on his damp hair flooded your nostrils, confusing you a bit.

When you finally pulled apart and looked at him, you studied his face, having not seen it in person in four years.

“Did you shower?” you asked softly with a sniffle.

“I couldn’t wait to see you, but you would’ve hated how I smelled.”

You chuckled. “But... How? How are you alive? And here?”

“I don’t know. I woke up in a different spot still bleeding, but I was alive. I just ran. And I hid. For four years, I searched for a way out, but it was like every exit was sealed.”

“What? But so many gates opened here.”

“I don’t know. I really don’t. But I found my way out eventually, and I came straight here. And, to be completely honest, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you’d moved.”

You shook your head. “Me either.”

His gaze was drawn away from your eyes to the toys scattered across the floor behind you. He slowly walked over, then spotting framed photos of your daughter throughout the last four years, then a portrait of the two of you together when she was almost a year old.

You closed the door before following him into the living room.

“Did you... have a kid?”

You didn’t respond at first, you just stared at the photos with him.

“She looks just like you, doesn’t she?”

He looked at you, squinting a bit in confusion. “What?”

You sighed. “The day of your funeral, I found out I was pregnant.”

He genuinely didn’t know what to say, but when he did finally speak, it came out in a soft whisper, almost as if he had to force the words out.

“Am I a dad?”

You nodded, a smile spreading across both of your faces. “You’re a dad.”

Within a few seconds, you were back to being tightly hugged, the crying only picking up, mostly from him. When he pulled back, he cupped your face in his hands, kissing you deeply.

This was a feeling you’d missed with all of your being. Your lips against Eddie’s, nothing but absolute love between the two of you manifesting into one of the most simple yet intimate acts that you’d yearned for.

And that intimate act led to your door shut, him on top of you in your bed, and your thighs wrapped around his waist. His hands ran up your body and guided your shirt off on the way, his lips immediately latching onto your braless chest.

Your hand flew to the back of his head, your fingertips running through his curly hair. He slipped his hand into your shorts and you hummed as his thick, calloused fingers drew circles over your clit.

It only took a moment for you to be completely naked, his mouth now fixed to your pussy, lips creating a seal while his tongue went to work. Your legs were bent over his shoulders, your feet pressing into his still-clothed ribs. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding them in place.

Hearing you moaning his name for the first time in four years made him rock hard, his jeans becoming tighter by the second.

And since it’d been four years with no sex for you, it didn’t take long for your orgasm to begin building, quickly making your head spin and legs tremble.

When he squeezed your thighs, something he always did when he could tell you were about to explode, you let yourself go. You had to put your hand over your mouth to muffle your cries to keep your daughter from hearing and waking up.

This orgasm was so intense that tears fell from your eyes and dripped down your temples into your hair.

He let you ride it out, slowing his tongue’s pace as you did. When he pulled away to allow you to catch your breath, he pressed a few gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs.

“Fuck, Eddie,” you whispered as he crawled back up to kiss you, his hips grinding into yours.

A moment later, he just looked at you. He wiped your tears with his thumbs, giving you a soft smile.

Before words could be exchanged, he reached down and pulled his shirt off while you unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans. They were discarded within just a few seconds, leaving him completely naked as well.

You reached down and slowly stroked him a couple of times and his eyes closed, his fingers gripping the sheets.

“Y/N,” he whispered, grabbing your hand to stop your movements.

“Are you okay?” Your hand moved to his face, cupping it gently. When he didn’t answer, you said, “Eddie, talk to me.”

“I don’t have a condom.”

You shook your head. “I don’t care about that. But that’s not what’s bothering you.”

“It’s just... It’s been a long time since we’ve done anything and I might’ve lost some of my rhythm and shit, and I might not last long, and I don’t want you to be disappointed-”

You pulled him down for a kiss, stopping him before he could be any more self-conscious.

“I’ve been dreaming of you coming back for four years. Four goddamn years. I want you, I need you. Please.”

He nodded, giving you a small smile.

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely.”

It only took a few more seconds for him to thrust inside of you, filling you up, filling the hole in your heart.

You sighed of relief, your fingers squeezing his shoulders as his trembling hips buried himself as deep as possible inside of you. He let out a shaky breath as one of your hands returned to its place on his cheek.

“Shit,” he whispered, looking into your eyes. Once he was settled inside of you, he gradually pulled almost all of the way out before thrusting back in.

Eddie was always a slow, gentle lover. He wanted you to know that he loved you with all of his being and he never wanted to hurt you. He loved sensual sex, and you usually found more pleasure in that than if he slammed into you as fast as humanly possible.

That wasn’t always the case, though. You usually reserved the fast, rougher stuff for when you saw each other for the first time in a while.

And tonight was one of those nights.

When he did pick up the pace, your hand found the back of his head and guided his mouth right to your neck, your other arm wrapping upwards around his shoulder.

One of his hands gripped your thigh, pressing it up against your sides a bit to spread you open more.

“Oh, god,” you moaned, him filling you up effortlessly.

The headboard quietly banged against the wall as he thrust, but the sound was masked with the harmony of your moans with his and skin slapping against skin.

Without either of you realizing, your nails were red creating crescent moons in his skin. What were previously kisses pressed to your neck were now bites on your shoulder, Eddie trying his damndest to last longer than thirty seconds.

And you could tell. His hips were faltering, his fingers balling the sheets, and his voice shaky.

“Eddie,” you keened into his ear. “Let go.”

You knew he didn’t want to right away. He wanted this to be good for you just as much as it was for him. But you didn’t want him to hold back. You wanted him to cum, and you wanted him to cum hard.

“Shit,” he mumbled, feeling himself about to go over the edge.

With a moan of your name, he allowed himself to let go, just as you’d encouraged. The sounds that fell from his mouth were close to sobs, causing his entire body to jolt and convulse as webs of cum filled you up, a couple of drops trickling out of you.

Neither of you moved for a few moments, other than your hand gently stroking his back.

When he finally looked at you, you gently smiled at him.

“Good?” you asked, tucking his hair behind his ears.

He nodded. “Good.”

He kissed you gently before whispering, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Once the two of you were cleaned up, you had your panties and shirt on, and he had his boxers on, you lay on your side with your head on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around you, landing on your shoulder. Your arm was draped across his stomach.

“You okay?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Anything.”

You took in a deep breath, wondering if this would be awkward. “I haven’t even masturbated since you died.”

He furrowed his brows. “Wait, really?”

“I know, it’s... embarrassing. It just... felt wrong. Plus, most of the time I’m too tired so I just don’t.” He slowly nodded. “Have you? I can’t imagine the Upside Down is the most private place to do it.”

“Once. It was one night right after I woke up. I was taking a short nap at what was essentially your house, and I had a dream about you.”

“Really?”

“Yep. I figured it’d be a long time since we’d get to see each other again, so I jerked off. But you’re right when you say it’s not the same.”

“Yeah.”

After a moment, he asked, “What’s her name?”

“Rose.”

“Like Guns N’ Roses?”

“I wanted her name to be reminiscent of you, and I know Guns N’ Roses is one of your favorite bands.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I just wish I could’ve been here. I missed four years. I could’ve helped.”

“Well, tomorrow you can meet her.”

He couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his mouth. The idea of meeting his daughter he didn’t know he had was one that made his heart pound from excitement.

Neither of you were awake much longer than that. Asleep in the arms of your soulmate wasn’t how you expected to end tonight, but you were immensely happy to have him back.

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bronx-bomber87 · 10 months

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No better way to end a Friday than with a review. We are in the home stretch of s1 still crazy to me. Excited each time get to write up my reviews. So thank you all for your interest and support as always. Lets dive in to the third to last ep shall we?

1x18

Homefront.

After having a non Chenford ep always happy to have them back together. Loved dissecting Lucy and having insight into her family life but I missed them. They don't have a ton of content in this one. Pretty Talia driven one but what they do have is really good. Underrated moments in this ep for them IMO.

Our first shot of our fav duo is at the hospital. They’re visiting a released convict they were assigned to check up on. Tim makes a comment about filling his hours when not studying. To him it makes the most sense to fill his dead time with work. Lucy is immediately all over that comment. Because Lucy don't play around at all when it comes to Tim. She knows that isn't healthy for him. She starts probing as to why he doesn't have a hobby. She's genuinely surprised he doesn't have a way to decompress/recharge.

His first answer cracks me up it’s so Tim. Also how he adds in for her not to give him shit cause it has 'work' in the title LOL He knows her so well. He tries to combat her answer before she even says it. Lucy doesn’t deny she thinks that anyway. Goes on to say he needs something for himself. A way to decompress. Maybe even have a little fun. Gotta love her for trying to get him out of his comfort zone. He’s a creature of habit and doesn’t like that to be upended. Lucy is very aware of this and can't help herself but to challenge him on it.

The eye roll she gives him is primo. She knows this is going to be an uphill battle per usual. Tim fights her on it because its his natural first instinct. He always fights her on it and she always ends up seeping in. Jolting his system and POV on things. I do love him opening and holding the door for her. Ever the gentleman even when they’re arguing hehe

This shot is just because they're so pretty just standing together haha. That's it really. I mean look at them. Their Tall/Small thing never ceases to make me happy. Also Tim's stance pretty damn appealing tbh. I mean look at dem biceps. It's a wonder Lucy gets any work done haha

They respond to a call at a paintball place. A guy named Jimmy has lost it and impaled another player with a piece of wood over the game. Go on to tell them he plays there every day. He'll be hard to find. They head off to find Jimmy. Lucy does not waste a second before she is giving him more crap. So damn sassy with him. Using this guy's obsession to prove her point about why its bad to be focusing on one thing too much. They were married long before they ever dated people haha Lucy is so smug in this moment. Makes me happy haha

Tim defaults to what he usually does when’s she got him dead to rights. Clams up. Tells her to shut it cause that’s the best come back he has at the moment. LOL The smile on her face when she says ‘Yes sir’ Lucy knows that ‘shut it’ is just him annoyed he has no witty comeback. Lucy is reveling in the fact he can’t fight her on this one. No leg to stand on and he knows it.

They start searching the paintball area for their suspect. Lucy makes a comment about it would be easier if everyone wasn’t wearing camo. Tim gives her his company line about this job isn’t meant to be easy. She instantly disregards it and asks him if he’s ever played paintball? Trying to peak his interest. His reply cracks me up. Not a doubt in his mind he would crush these people at this. Her face is what kills me the most. That’s the wifey face. Placating him like ok babe....

I also love her blowing past his TO line earlier haha Very early on Lucy would’ve said yes sir or nodded. We’re long past those days even in s1. Especially at this point in time. That rapport and comfortability has come to stay. She’s on a mission to find him a hobby to help him relax. Bypasses Teacher Tim without blinking.

Tim starts to explain why he would straight destroy these people at paintball. Using one of the players as an example. Also Timothy there is no need to lean so close when explaining strategy to her sir heh But he does it anyway and she’s grinning like a fool. I’ve always loved the magnetic pull these two have between them. Whether they’re aware of it or not. Personal space is word not found in their vocabulary. Clearly passionate about what he's telling her so he gets closer. I love it.

Look at the way she is looking at him. Goodness girl you are working. That look on her face. You know she’s indulging him right now. Letting him ramble about how everyone is amateurs. How he would go about it. Tim has no idea he’s giving her fuel to get him to play. Always looking out for him even when he doesn’t have a damn clue she is. Taking care of him and putting his needs first. I can not with them. I love it so much.

They end up going to higher ground where Jimmy would be. They find him and Tim is sexy af stopping his escape. Grabs a players gun and easily decimates him with paint. Don’t tell me she wasn’t the slightest bit impressed with him nailing that guy with the paint gun. But it’s also reinforcing her idea about paintball for him.

That little smirk of hers before she hooks Jimmy up. Just like in 1x15 Lucy is all smiles and heart eyes for him in this ep. She is also a little bit wifey like in her reactions. Like yeah he’s an idiot but he’s my idiot. That second gif above says it all for that for that.

Ahhh the hanging out, outside work begins ❤️ Look at her dragging him outside his comfort zone like only she can. I bet you she pitched it one last time to Tim as a hobby. Something he could do to destress/relax. That it would be fun. He probably didn’t have to twist her arm too much to join him. That he would only do it if she came with. I could see Tim doing this so he could show and or prove to Lucy he could smoke everyone at this like he said. A little flex on his part. Coming in armed with a plan ready to execute it with her.

He looks so happy. She did that. It's written all over Lucy's face how happy she is that he's enjoying himself. That little smile on his face as they’re gearing up to go in. My heart. He’s so excited to do this. It’s why Lucy is beaming. She got Tim outside his routine and into something she knew he would love. He’s smiling and ready to have some fun. Not that he will say as such but everything in his body language does. Once again that beautiful silent communication of theirs is a sight to see.

His half hearted 'No' has Lucy smiling and laughing. She is beyond pleased with herself for this. Anyone looking at them without context would be able to see how she feels about him. I saw this great post by relentlessescapsim had a collection of Lucy unabashedly looking at Tim. Being as transparent as she could be. It said ‘She’s a ten but she’s terrible at hiding her feelings. ‘ I died laughing cause it so friggin true. You just watch her entire body language around Tim and you know. You just know he’s far more than her T.O. to her. I mean its clearly her day day off and Lucy is spending it with him. She's doing his new 'hobby' with him. I love it sfm.

Lucy challenges and pushes Tim same way he does for her. Been saying this all season his growth is incredible. Look at this puppy of a man playing paintball with her. Once again doing something he wouldn’t have for any other rookie. Incredible. He's continually allowing her to influence him which is huge in itself. Its constantly seen through out the entire season. This was her challenging that bubble of his that rigid routine. Lucy pushed because in the end she knew he would benefit from it. What good it would do him. She was right.

Tim says 'No' when really he's so glad she got him to do this. He can't say it just yet but his actions scream it. They balance one another out so well I could not adore their dynamic more. Damn I just love them so much haha. How good they are for each other. The fact that it dates back to s1 for multiple reasons is amazing.

It's why they’re so good in s5 once they get together. That beautiful base is already there and solid as hell. I love the idea of them playing paintball and having fun. Its lovely to see such beautiful depth and development for them. Such a good episode for them top to bottom. *chef kiss*

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Side Notes Non Chenford

Cute Wes/Angela stuff I always enjoy them so much.

Stuff with Jackson's dad was also very good. Watching him stand up to his dad was awesome.

Percy asking why Grey didn't stick Jackson with Tim. My god that boy wouldn't have made it without Angela. He has no idea. Tim would've washed his ass out so quickly. Hell Tim might not even be around cause of his bullet issues in the beginning. So very good he was not. Everything happens for a reason and all that.

Thank you all again for you likes/comments/reblogs. Every time I get a notification for them makes my heart smile for real. See you all in 1x19 :)

#Caitlin rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #waiting on s6 #summer rewatch #s1 #1x18 Homefront #the rookie #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil #otp: doing my job #tim bradford x lucy chen

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dyns33 · 2 years

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Hellfire

I promised a Dragon Matt.

Here’s a Dragon Matt story. I feel it could be better and more original, but I’m not too ashamed by it.

No one really remembered since when humans coexisted with magical creatures.

Maybe since forever, but maybe not everywhere. There had been many stories and legends, for a very long time, about fairies, wizards, vampires, werewolves, mermaids, which many people thought were just that, stories.

Then the whole world had accepted that it was the truth, even if there were obviously more humans without any power than fantastic beings. Some were still a little scared, asking to have them all listed in a database and forced to say who they were if they wanted to move somewhere or get a job.

There was a lot of debate about it, and due to some attacks, the subject was never completely settled. After all, humans could be as monstrous as magical creatures.

Among them were dragons. Anyway, people had heard that there were dragons. It was very rare to see them and no one knew if it was because they preferred to hide, taking human form or staying away from cities, or if it was because the species was almost entirely disappeared.

If someone had asked Matthew Murdock this question, he could have answered that both answers were correct.

He could have, but he probably wouldn't have, because then he would have had to confess that he himself was a dragon, a secret he jealously guarded, like many others.

First it was his father who had told him not to say anything. Matt had long wondered if he was ashamed of his son, if he was afraid, but after losing his sight and gaining other abilities, he realized that his father was indeed afraid, but for him.

After the departure of Matt's mother, from whom he took his origins, Jack Murdock had thought that he would not be up to it, to raise a child, let alone a dragon, since he was totally human. But he had done everything to keep his son happy and safe.

The world was dangerous.

People, humans or creatures, were dangerous. So Matt had to hide, and not fight. Not like him. He had to use his head. It was hard. His instincts told him to fight, all the time. When his father died, he was torn between his rage, and the promise he made.

Stick had of course immediately sensed that Matt wasn't human. He didn't care, it was even a good thing for the war. He taught him to control his senses, but also to use his dragon body. Matt almost never transformed before. For the first time he learned to fly, to breathe fire, to half-transform.

Then when he refused to kill, when Stick left, he went back to hiding, in order to avoid problems and questions. People were really afraid of dragons, they imagined them to be cruel, greedy, dangerous beasts.

Oh, they could be all that, with those who deserved it. But Matt didn't care about gold. He didn't want to eat anyone.

His goal was simply to protect his territory and those he loved. It therefore became difficult to remain hidden while hearing all those who suffered in Hell's Kitchen.

Matt found a solution, using what his former master had taught him to try to bring some peace and justice to the streets of his town, but without anyone knowing who he was, what he was.

He didn't want any trouble. He didn't want his friends to get in trouble either, or worry about him, or be scared. So, even if he wanted to tell them everything, he couldn't. Foggy, Karen, and Y/N must not have known anything.

Mostly Y/N.

She was special. Important.

From their first meeting, Matt had felt that the little human was his mate. He wanted her. Every day, he needed to hear her, touch her, and make sure she was okay.

They had become friends thanks to Foggy, who was much better at talking to people than he was.

It wasn't just the smell and the beating of her heart, of course. She was just perfect. Sweet, kind, smart, funny. Matt would have fallen in love with her spirit, her joy, her goodness, even if she hadn't been made for him.

Thanks to his senses, Matt knew that Y/N liked him too. More than like. And he kept telling himself that he had to tell her everything, as soon as possible, before she found out otherwise, and that she hated him for hiding the truth from her.

But he didn't dare. He was too afraid of losing her.

First he had to find the right words to explain to her that he was who the medias called the Devil, and a Dragon, and blind but with other ways of perceiving the world. So he was waiting for the right moment.

After many years now of being very good friends, Father Lanton, one of the only people who really knew Matt, told him that maybe it was the right time, before it was too late.

"I know it's scary..."

"I am not scared." Matt growled. "I'm not scared of anything."

"Very well. I know this is... something. I understand that losing their mate is terrible for a dragon, and you have no idea how she might react. But if you wait too long, and she leaves, meets someone else, then you'll lose her too. Don't be stupid and stubborn like you can be."

Matt was stupid and stubborn, deciding to wait a little longer, and misfortune happened.

Oh, Y/N didn't leave. She didn't meet anyone. She wasn't hurt, she didn't die.

It was Matt who, while on patrol as the Devil, was nearly killed and to survive, listening to his instincts, he transformed, fending off the attackers with his tail and soaring high into the sky, painfully, before dashing off. to land on the roof of an old empty building to call Claire.

By the next day, everyone knew the Devil was a dragon. In itself, this was not very serious. It could even have been a good thing, the criminals would fear the vigilante even more.

Karen was totally excited by the news, Foggy didn't know what to think and Y/N... Y/N was clearly afraid. Very afraid. He could hear her panic, her heart beating frantically.

"Y/N ?" he asked shyly, putting a hand on her shoulder to reassure her. "Are you alright ? You're very quiet."

"...There's a dragon in Hell's Kitchen."

"Yes. Like many other magical creatures. You don't like them ? Or just dragons ? Have you ever met dragons ? I mean, I'm not judging, if you had a bad experience it's normal to be suspicious, but as a lawyer and a blind man, I find discrimination and amalgamation to be irrational."

Shut up, he thought, biting his tongue, you really talk way too much when you're nervous. You know very well that she has never met dragons, you would have felt it... But I don't understand why she is afraid then.

Slowly, Y/N turned to him, shaking like a leaf, her eyes smelling of salt, indicating that she was going to cry and she threw herself into his arms. Matt grabbed her right away.

"I have nothing against dragons, I... I've never seen one."

"Are you afraid he'll hurt you ? He's the Devil. Yes, what he's doing is illegal, but he only attacks other criminals and he doesn't kill, you have nothing to fear."

"That's not it... It's the prophecy..."

"... The what ?"

"Long ago, my ancestors saved a witch who could see the future. Among all the predictions she made to them, she announced that the first daughter born in the family would be taken by a dragon. And... This is me. Even though everyone thought there were none left, my parents always told me to be very careful, and now... There's a dragon here. Oh, Matt, I'm so scared !"

Stupid prophecy. Stupid witch. Stupid parents.

Now it was going to be difficult to announce the truth to Y/N. Matt didn't think she would take it well if he told her that she was right now embracing the dragon that was supposed to take her.

Who wanted to take her, for a very long time now, because she was his mate and he loved her, and not at all because of some stupid prediction. But would she believe him ? Matt could tell her that he had been waiting, that he had never done anything to seduce her and drag her away, and that he never would.

Instead, he decided to show her first that the dragon was not an enemy.

For this, he continued to fight crime, staying very far from her when he was the Devil. Well, not very far, but in the shade.

Otherwise Matt would not have been there to save her when two thieves tried to take her bag by threatening her with a knife. In less than a second, he had jumped off the roof, knocked out the morons and picked up the bag that had fallen to hand it to Y/N.

However, as soon as he heard her heart still beating from stress, he slowly put it down before running off without saying a word. He didn't want his mate to hate him. Hiding in the shadows again, Matt heard her relax as she picked up her bag, heading home less scared.

The next day, Y/N showed a huge radiant smile.

Anyway, according to Foggy and Karen, Matt could only hear that she was feeling better, but he was happy to know that she was smiling.

"I was saved by the dragon !" she announced proudly.

"Really ? You saw the Devil ?!"

"You were attacked ? Are you okay ?!"

"Yes, and yes. But most importantly, he didn't take me ! Oh, Matt, you were right ! It may not be the dragon of the prediction, I have no reason to be afraid. It might not even be a real dragon the witch was talking about, but a metaphor or something."

As she hugged him, he tried not to look too pleased. Y/N was no longer afraid of the dragon, she trusted him.

Soon everything would be better,

Matt could confess the truth to her and they would laugh about this situation. Soon, but not right away, it was probably too soon.

If only Hell's Kitchen didn't have the highest crime rate in town. Two days later, Y/N found herself in danger again, except this time it was the men of the Irish mafia, who wanted to use her as bait to lure the Devil.

Good idea, and very bad idea. Not only had they kidnapped her, they had frightened her, but they had also hurt her. Smelling her blood, Matt completely lost his temper.

Then he smelled gas. These fools had really chosen the best place to face a dragon.

His priority being to save Y/N, Matt did not think while transforming before catching her and flying as far as possible from danger.

Y/N immediately started panicking, screaming and crying.

Ah.

The dragon was taking her.

Shit.

As soon as he could find an isolated and safe place, he landed, letting her go. He could have gone back, but Matt couldn't leave her there, hurt, scared, so he started by turning back to human form to try to reassure her, and when that didn't work, Y/N being too hysterical to listen to him, he quickly pulled out his mask.

This silenced her.

"... Matt ?"

"I won't hurt you." he said with a trembling voice.

"...It was you ? The Devil, the... The dragon ? But...Why didn't you say anything ?"

"You were scared. I didn't know how you were going to react. I wanted to tell you, I was waiting for the right moment, and then you told me about this prophecy and it was too hard. I didn't want to lose you . I don't want you to hate me because I'm a monster."

"I never said you were a monster."

"Maybe, but you were terrified. I love you, I love you so much, I don't want you to be afraid of me. I will never hurt you, I..."

The kiss surprised him. Everything had happened so fast, Matt didn't immediately realize what was happening, wondering if he was dreaming.

"It's true that I was afraid of the dragon." Y/N said against his lips. "But I had been hoping for a long time to be taken by Matt Murdock. The kind, lovely, wonderful Matt Murdock, who doesn't scare me at all."

"I dream of taking you since we met. My treasure." he purred, kissing her neck, which made her laugh.

Father Lantom congratulated him when Matt told him that he had finally confessed everything to Y/N, told her all about his past, and that they were together now.

Matt pouted when the Father asked him when he was going to talk to Foggy and Karen as well, his friends also deserving to know the truth.

Later.

#daredevil #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fanfic #dragon matt murdock

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hugintheraven · 8 months

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Since you asked (and also I'm curious your take), what RWBY weapons the Animorphs havin' in your head?

So this is also going to go into semblances etc because one of the things I like about RWBY is that all of that is connected. Ruby's weapon only exists in the context of her being a speedster, Yang wears shotgun gauntlets because getting hit while she gets close is a good thing, etc.

I also had to really work to avoid the instinctive "everyone gets clawed gauntlets" option, because Tiger Claws/Gorilla Fists/Bear Claws are just iconic looks but we don't need 4 chars like that.

Elfangor: A kusarigama, which is a chain with a knife at one end and a sickle at the other, used like a complex whip. This requires little explanation, it's just such a good match for the Andalite tail. He's an insect faunus antennae. His semblance is the ability to sense other's semblances with his antennae, which is both how he recruits random kids and has them turn out to be very effective, and how he's so good in a fight(he always knows what his oppts are trying to do). Blue.

Jake: Yeah, he gets clawed gauntlets, with the claws able to launch like grappling hooks(similar to Ren's weapons in later seasons). Close-up brutal weapons, designed to ensure the fight stays close-up. His semblance is Reflexes, he can slow the world down. He doesn't move any faster when he does, but he thinks faster, which both makes him a deadly close-up fighter and an extremely effective leader when things go bad. Orange.

Rachel: Rachel goes unarmed, because her semblance is Morphing. If she, or someone, kills a Grimm near her, instead of it vaporizing, it collapses into the death liquid. She can use that liquid to turn herself into any Grimm she's fought before. Which would be really strong, but it starts off useless if there aren't Grimm around, and she's not sure how much of her love of battle is her wanting to protect others and how much is the evil she soaks herself in every fight. That question gets worse when she stops needing to kill Grimm because she can just sprout the black liquid to transform herself. Yellow with red accents(when she transforms, the yellow vanishes and the red remains amongst the black).

Cassie: Tonfa that are also pistols. (Tonfa are t-shaped batons: skill heavy weapons better for defense than offense and great against other weapons). They're mostly hard to kill with, but can be extremely effective when they need to be, which fits her and her endurance-based combat. Her semblance is healing, which is on-the-nose but I wanted one of the kids to be able to patch up exposed intestines and decided to make it her. The fact that she can also stop someone's heart if she wants to makes her throw up when she realizes, but she does it in desperate situations. Purple.

Marco: A sniper rifle/boar spear, which is a heavy spear with a crossguard to keep dangerous things from getting impaled, running up the spear, and savaging the wielder before death. He likes keeping far from danger. The crossguard can be collapsed to use like a normal spear(or used as a mount when sniping), which is better against humans and also usually what gets him stabbed(Marco's the Weiss of the group). Semblance is Guerilla Warfare, he can shroud his allies, blurring distinguishing features to make them harder to recognize during fights. Silver.

Tobias: Recurved bow. He stabs with an arrow if someone gets close, but as an insect faunus with wings(and a semblance that makes him lighter so he can use them), he mostly tries to fly out of enemy's reach and snipe. Their first big fight, he screwed that up, and a Lancer punched through his spine. Cassie couldn't get there to heal him in time, Rachel was too busy fighting to notice, and Jake saw it happen but couldn't warn him fast enough. Now he flies, but can't walk, and the only member of the team who doesn't blame himself for that is Marco. Brown with red accents.

Ax: Elfangor's kusarigama. No explanation needed there. Ax is a similar faunus to his brother, but he's mute, and uses his semblance, Thought Speak, to communicate via broadcasts from his antenna. Blue.

I went back and forth on whether Rachel or Cassie should morph while the other heals, but Rachel turning into an Ursa/Megoliath won out. The color schemes are a guess, I'm no artist. I really wanted to make Tobias a hawk faunus, but the link to Ax/Elfangor had to happen.

#animorphs #RWBY #Crossover #Hugin Writes #Thanks for the ask

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"it won't hurt," (dl) marinette teases, grabbing for his arm. his wrist alone is bigger than her own fist, but she tries anyway, counting the freckles that dot such a sun-kissed skin. her adrien doesn't have these freckles. so, so similar, yet just a little bit different. "look at the size difference between us both," she continues, smoothing a thumb over the fine whisps of hair. "you think my thumb is going to kill you?"

(sas) adrien winces on instinct, ginger and sore, when that very thumb digs right at the muscle that is hard like a brick. his voice comes out breathy and wheezy. "i'm almost positive your adrien is absolutely whipped when it comes to you, and probably bottoms for you more than i can ever imagine. your fingers are talented."

"i'm good at taking knots out," she lobbies, putting a little bit of pressure and increasing it until he jumps.

this adrien isn't her adrien. he's a human, and a superhero, and even though he's in his twenties now, he's still childlike whenever he smiles. just like her adrien, the sun emmanates from him, giving him a dewy glow, warmth in his green eyes, but he's a boy, and a human, and she's so, so fond of him.

outside of those flashy, leather-like supersuits, adrien hides the bulk of his arms and his chest behind soft linen shirts and silk ties. they're all dressed a little different, here in this new world, because they need to blend in. women don't wear pants here. kitty's not having the greatest time with it, even though they've distracted her by giving her fun, spinny dresses, but the girl wants to do all the cartwheels in the world outside in the front lawn, so they compromise and let her do whatever she wants provided that the moment they have to leave the farm, she dresses so that no one picks out the strangeness of her outfit. blending in is important.

it doesn't stop akumas from attacking, though, and after that particular attack earlier today, marinette had spotted adrien wincing about his elbow. rolling his eyes when kitty calls him out on it, saying that he's just sore because of that one arm wrestling contest he did with luka a few days ago.

yeah, okay. she knows when an adrien is lying.

so. like any good nurse, she checks it out. later on, she'll have her adrien help her diagnose him, or at least take another guess at it with her— he's been reading through all the textbooks she's bought for her licesnse, having fun with it and even giving his own tales about his experience with cadavers at home— and he'll be more than excited to help figure out what's wrong.

human adrien— oh this cute man— doesn't take it easy when she presses down on his skin. he's not a yelper, but he's a squirmer, trying to hide the clip in his brows when she squeezes and rolls her thumb against tight knots.

"when's the last time you drank water?" she asks.

"uhm..."

she looks up with a smile. "been a while, huh?"

"a little," he tries. he's not having a good time with this, not at all. brave face aside, he's about to whimper or shout or pull away, but does neither, because he's doing his best to play it cool. "but i usually drink some."

"you drink more coffee than water."

"that's possible."

she threads their fingers together with another hand, still cupping his elbow with her right. his fingers are huge compared to hers, and buffed nails prick the back of her knuckles when they fold their fingers over each other's hands. slowly, she pushes on his hand until he's making a position reminicent of a judo fighting style. hand bent back, perpendicular to his wrist, pushing pushing pushing as slowly and softly as possible, as if she's trying to get the backs of his knuckles to touch his forearm, this forces the very muscle that has a knot in it to scrunch and squeeze, juuuust where 'forearm' slowly transitions into 'elbow', and he winces even more.

brachioradialis.

huh.

"lift any weights outside of your supersuit, baby?"

"a bit."

of course he does. the boy is jacked. is it every single adrien's normal state to be this strong? or has she met the only three in all these multiverses that are?

"too much, too often?" she asks, turning his arm over so she can see the more vulnerable side of his forearm. his skin is ever-so-slightly paler here, not at all noticeable. very soft. she checks with her thumb there.

"i try not to, i can't afford to feel sore."

"has that changed recently?"

"maybe?" he doesn't sound convinced. "i... i guess? i have a workout routine that i do pretty consistently."

"you've been stressed out."

"i try not to do that, either, but yeah. recently. a lot."

"and you missed a few days at the gym because of midterms?"

he's catching on, smart boy. "oh. do you think i atrophied a bit and i put too much weight?"

"even a week is enough to get the muscles to get sticky. and you're not drinking water," she continues. "staying up too late to study for grad school, only drinking coffee to stay awake."

he pinks. "uhm."

"now that you're working out after midterms, you're doing it dehydrated and with too much weight, trying to make up for wasted time— or rather, time that you think you wasted, because you're pushing yourself too hard? between dating, school, and the whole akuma business?"

"uh..."

she rolls her thumb against the affected muscle again with a knowing smile. "yeah, i thought so. baby, your arm is hurting because you're not taking care of yourself."

he sighs. "shoot. well, that's not great." then, with a smile, showing that he's not that disappointed, he asks: "what's hurting, doc?"

she snorts. "well, this part that's hurting is called brachioradialis." she puts pressure right where it hurts so he knows. "i'm going to ask my adrien to confirm if i'm right— he may find something different— but i think you get the idea on how you stressed it out."

"my pain— it's muscle?"

she nods. "it's muscle. you need to take it easy for a bit while it hurts," she offers. "let's get you some ice. i'm sure we can find some. you need to not stress out your fingers— the likely culprit of your pain— or your grip for a little while. holding barbells— that grip you get on something heavy— likely stressed it out too much. i'd tell you to 'RICE' it, but it might be a little hard given that paracetamol doesn't exist here. we'll try anyway." she presses down just a little bit again. "and get you some water. i've never met a man with such terrible elasticity, you're really hurting here. and you're gonna have to ask kitty for some help if you want to jerk it, because you might not want to use your hand for that, either."

#speakizys #demon lovin #sharks and sugar #fire lily petals #izycrossover

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A Towa's Thoughts

"And t-that's why... we can set up the fort for all the children right here in Towa Tower. It's already manufactured in a way that protects us from intruders - not that it should really be a problem once all the adults are out of this city, but it's always good to have precautions. And not to mention, the massive space allows for our robots to go all out without wrecking muc-"

"Okay, Nagisa. Monaca gets it."

"Oh- right. S-Sorry... I may have over-spoke. But you get the idea, right?"

Monaca nodded, brushing her own hair a little bit as she looked at the blue-haired boy in front of her. He was carrying a very detailed and very well-written set of papers with him. He's been hard at work trying to detail out the architecture and blueprints for their supposed paradise, huh? She couldn't help but smile at that.

The mage of the Warriors of Hope had been spending most of today just asking her fellow teammates what plans they have for their future. A rekindling of fire after Monaca turned their desire to see every adult in the city into a game, trying to one-up each other and see who could 'score the most points' started to push them even further. All of them were slowly dancing to Monaca's tune, and the pieces were falling in line one by one.

Well, most of them were, anyways. In Monaca's eyes, there was one of them that hadn't quite turned just yet.

"Hmhm. So that's what your thoughts are... let Monaca think for a moment."

A cold shiver went down Nagisa's spine as he stared Monaca down in the eye. He felt his left hand shake in anxiety, instinctively and slowly hiding it behind him. But Monaca could already read him like an open book so, so easily.

It'd been like that since elementary school ever since they met. Monaca's simple kindness and warm smile made Nagisa feel an emotion he didn't even know existed at the time. Someone that he thought saw him for more than just a tool and experiment meant the world to him. He was so unbelievably smitten with her ever since then. And while she did find it amusing enough that she enjoyed teasing him about it...

Unfortunately for him, those feelings were one-sided. And not in a way that he would've accepted if the truth were to come out, such as 'sorry Nagisa, Monaca's just not interested'.

It was more along the lines of 'sorry Nagisa, Monaca just doesn't see the need to keep you around longer than need be'.

Did she feel bad about it? Sure, of course. There was going to be a small part of her that ate her up seeing the future of what her friends were going to be once her true plan was set in motion. But there's always been something about Nagisa that often bothered her. He always had a sadistic and violent side to him that came out when he felt that he or any of the children; Warrior of Hope or not were being wronged.

But from his low kill count, to how he's so oddly sympathetic with the people they're fighting against...? It puzzled her what he was being so hesitant for.

"Tell me, Nagisa. What do you think of adults... or rather, the demons?"

"Huh? Oh. Well, the answer's quite simple. I can't live with them. Just being around them puts me at unease. I think we'd all be better off if they weren't with us."

... No use of the word 'kill' or 'death' anywhere, huh? He sure was dancing around his words very carefully. Monaca was aware of the fact that Nagisa had a honest core in the end and he did his best to avoid saying words he didn't completely mean.

"Then why don't you want to kill all the nasty and horrible demons with us, Nagisa? Don't you love Monaca's game? She worked really hard on it."

Emphasis on work as she shook her head back and forth like a metronome. She knew how much Nagisa valued the idea of someone working hard on something and needed to prod at him.

"Of course I want to kill them! They're... I can't forgive them. Even the innocents can't be allowed to stay any more. Nobody stops to save the good people in a war, that's just how it is. But I just feel like we could be doing so, so much more than this."

He's too passive. She had to be direct with him now.

"Nagisa. Tell Monaca the truth. You're thinking you'd rather get them all out of this city rather than having them all killed, don't you?"

Nagisa turned meek. The words he had in his mind were immediately shut down by Monaca's attack; the exact intention she had. She wanted him to question himself and his loyalty.

Monaca knew full well just how emotionally attached he was to her. She knew that if she just tugged him hard enough and used the right words, he could easily go off and orchestrate a plan that would take out a massive chunk of adults in a single go.

There was another option she had in her mind, but... that was going to be saved if he turned extremely traitorous. Going against her plans, whether it be the game or the second generation she wants to see reborn will make him see a side of her he'd never expect.

"I don't have any aversion to either concept. My point is that using our time and resources to wreck the same town we're supposed to create paradise in is only going to delay our goal. But-"

Cut him off.

"Monaca wants to ask you this then, Nagisa. Let's assume we do get all of the adults out of town, nice and dandy! Then they find a way to contact Future Foundation. And after we've finally built our beautiful utopia and safe haven for kids, all these adults that we could've finished off are now striking back against us. Doesn't that sound just horrible, Nagisa? Monaca would feel so incredibly disappointed, you know. That's not even to consider the betrayal Masaru, Jataro, and Kotoko would feel..."

His face turned pale as his eyes were full of submission and dismay. She was starting to get to him. Now she needed to close it out and make sure he doesn't even get a chance to rebute.

Wheeling herself closer to him, she cupped his chin with a saccharine smile on her face, enough to fluster him and turn his eyes to the side.

"That doesn't sound very nice, does it Nagisa? Do you know what that would make you?"

"Um..."

"A traitor."

The moment she said it, Monaca could just feel his heart sink at that word. Him, a traitor? After everything he's done for them? Surely not... being exiled by his only friends, the people that he'd do anything for... that was too much to handle.

"So Monaca will ask very, very kindly. I want you to play together with everyone else, okay? Get along with the other Warriors of Hope for me. And kill all the adults. Can Monaca ask that of you, Nagisa?"

She flashed him an excessively sweet close-eyed smile, now rubbing his chin with her fingers as he shivered in what felt like reverence.

"Yes. I understand completely. I'll do absolutely anything for you, Monaca. C-Could you... step back a little though? This is a little... uhm. Close..."

Realizing the situation's softened up now, Monaca shifted back into a more casual and peppy tone, clasping her hands as she laid into her chair, giggling.

"Step back? Come on now, don't be so rude, Nagisa. Surely you can understand why Monaca can't do such a thing, meow?"

She pointed a finger subtly at her legs, while giving him a teasingly sad look. The realization hit him and put an apologetic and flustered look on his face.

"Ah! Right...! Sorry, sorry! I should've-''

"Nagisa, it's fiiine. Monaca was just teasing you, heehee."

He really needed to loosen up some more. Monaca really wanted to like him more. Nagisa saw her as an angel and genuinely believed in the best of her traits, but still...

Whether it be his goals or his feelings. Her heart just didn't feel the same way he did.

#danganronpa #danganronpa ultra despair girls #monaca towa #towa monaca #nagisa shingetsu #shingetsu nagisa #warriors of hope

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BG3 Act 2 thoughts and liveblog part 1

Yeah act 2 was the point where I just kept my tablet open so I could write down how my character would roleplay things, and this really stopped just a liveblog. Upon reread, I forgot how many people my character killed through dialogue checks, that weren't hard to pass, during this part of the game. To borrow from D2: "I will take what I need. The words in my throat are the weapon in my fist" really does sum up my character.

I went over the mountain pass first. I demanded the goblin fetch his bone after he did that to the animal, “forcing responsibility” my character is worse than whats in the shadows. Fun that Astarion approves of things like this that play to the Dark Urge but are also about striking against abusers

I wiped out the camp then called Kar’niss with Minthara’s lyre then intimidated him when he questioned me. My character is pretending to go along with the cultists right up until they are acceptable targets for attacks, and I turned on Kar’niss during the harper attack

Was not expecting Mol to show up and vouch for me with Jaheira

I got to hug Karlach, it was so emotional. My D!urge character is definitely fond of Karlach and willing to admit that to herself, likes her enough that making Karlach happy and trying to find a third option to Karlach’s dilemma is an influencing decision factor. She’s leaving it to Karlach to choose between death vs going back to the hells and in the meantime really wants to help Karlach live life to the fullest. She would definitely be happy to sleep with Karlach if she wanted that or help her do whatever hedonistic thing she wanted.

Oh so Wyll’s demon patron showed up, I can’t believe he still says he chose right even after my character pointed out he’s everything he accused Karlach of being. D!urge isn’t emotionally invested in Wyll but Karlach is, so she’ll help.

Ok my character definitely doesn’t trust the Dream Guardian but thinks he’s hot in the new outfit, but is really suspicious he’s secretly a mindflayer

I saw the Stange Ox’s thoughts of murder and let it be, if it wants to run from the dark urges, who am my character to say differently

Of course my character sniffed out the truth serum and didn’t drink the wine. It's very easy making consistent character choices that Astarion keeps approving of. Also of course Astarion approves of talking to the cat, he is one

My character does not play chess, good thing she had Astarion and Gale along and just let them help Mol

My character is obviously not going to help the Absolute since she doesn’t want to be a puppet for his cult, anything he wants she doesn’t want him to have. She felt that Dark Urge to let Isobel get killed then thought how the inn would fall and there goes Karlach’s chances of being helped by Dammon, but there was a moment where she was tempted talking to Isobel until she pushed it back since she doesn’t want the D!urge to rule her.

My character was very flattered that Asatarion said “every step we walk trails blood, killing is an instinct for us. I respect you for that'' especially since Astarion was right there with her doing the killing. My character doesn’t want to turn into a mindflayer but controlling the parasites with Astarion’s plan of a little world domination does sound tempting. Love the idea of him influencing my character into more than just killing the cult

My character is definitely worried about the butler showed up urging her to kill Isobel

This cool looking guy wants justice for murder victims, my character agreed to help for a reward but also out curiosity since she's a murderer will this guy come after me

Love how Lae’zel is inspired by us killing the undead Drider in 1 turn, yep I’m leading our team to be good at killing

Gave Shadowheart her favorite flower, and told her that she’d give me something in time, since we aren’t so close that my character wouldn’t think of this as an exchange

I let Lae’zel beat me in the fight, but turned her down when she asked me to be hers. I assume that ends the fling so I figure its just a messy relationship that my character feels awkward about

My character’s line in the sand is not extorting a child for money to find their parents, liked the “muster some kindness for once”

Also my character loves the Phalar Aluve sword, all it took was some blood in the underdark and I can buff my allies or hurt enemies around me

Of course I killed the undead brewer with his own brew and was D!urge inspired by it, it was peak my character performing as a bard with my feats, faking the drinking to gain confidence and exploiting an enemy for information

My character has also been running around with Gale nonstop since entering the creche especially since the shadowlands are in her view “weird wizard shit” so he’s designated Moonlantern holder, and I like to think this is the point she finally grows fond of him and his sense of humor and his stories.

Astarion’s line about pitying the other six stuck with Cazador and how Cazador tortured him, like my character felt really sympathetic listening to that. Cazador was already in the kill list, now its help Astarion kill him extra painfully

My character was surprised Wyll made a pass and it wasn’t just for casual sex, she thinks if Wyll wants a committed relationship there are a lot more morally compatible companions, like Karlach, than her.

Madeline snitched on people to the Dark Justicars and got them killed in a brutal way and He Who Was wants to torture the souls of murders, seemed the most fitting way was to make her spirit in his body recreate how the people died by stabbing themselves, it seems fair to my character that He Who Was also feels some of the pain if he’s going to be weird about this

My character’s opinion of Shar is dropping with encounters of people like Malus Thorn so she hasn’t been spending much time with Shadowheart.

Raphael showing up and warning me in his dramatic manner about unleashing a pestilence if a creature makes it out of the tomb I open, my character is definitely on high alert. That Astarion will get his scars translated, adds impetus to not mess around. I then thought this would lock me out of things and left for later

My character did enjoy convincing all the Shar nurses to turn on each other or commit suicide. I killed Sister Lidwin for torturing/kiling Arabella’s parents, figured my character would be happy to avenge them. Used the bard actions to be kind when telling Arabella about her parent’s deaths, and Karlach and Astarion approved which re-emphasises is probably some good positive moral reinforcement for my character

Halsin’s portal was defended by prepping the surrounding area in flammable surfaces and throwing a lot of bombs and fire damage spells

Finally unlocked Halsin as a companion, wish I had figured out how to do this earlier. Oh well, that’s for the next playthrough.

My character is thrilled, she’s super attracted by how buff Halsin is but also finds him really charming. He seems open to causal relationships and she’s impressed that someone who doesn’t had a tadpole joining in to help out and hopefully he can defend himself unlike that poor bard.

The one person my character wishes she could ask for money is Rolan for rescuing him from his own idiocy

Initial Moonrise tower team is Astarion, Gale, and Halsin. Its an unbalanced team but figured my character would choose along the lines of people who could infiltrate and lie, and would be open to Astarion’s plan of some light world domination plus Halsin who has unfinished business

My character is worried that the cat says she was there before, and wonders how monstrous she was to deliberately step on a cat’s tale. I chose the option “try to remember what was forgotten” and even though it killed the cat I decided to keep that choice for rp purposes, since my past evils aren’t so lost. Want to amp up my character being worried about the loss of control and what monster they were, as well as the fact she’s done risky stuff in this quest to figure out their past or gain more power.

My character figures whatever monster she might have been the woman mind dominating the knolls to be “better people” is far more fucked up. So of course she influenced the knolls to turn on her, but was surprised and discomforted that they too recognized her

My character gave Araj some of my blood continuing the train of fucking around with sketchy things for power. She spoke up that Astarion was his own person but was like “Astarion why don’t you want to just bite her for this great reward?” since I like to think she’s a little confused on what others will do for power if it isn’t life or death (convincing people about the tadpoles was life or death) and the person hasn’t set firm boundaries. Then when Astarion said he really didn’t want to she was like “don’t do anything you don’t want to”, and when he thanked her, she assumed it was for not trying to persuade him.

Ketheric Thorm immediately got cooler once I heard his voice and recognized it was JK Simmons. Also oh wow its Fezzerk from Blighted Village windmill so many many hours ago

Lol of course my character didn’t speak up for the goblins, it would blow my cover and they were torturing Barcus Wroot when I met them, and they aren’t going free since they serve the Absolute. My D!urge character did “BEG! CHOKE! DIE!” (I originally chose “I will do this with my own hands, it always feels better” and liked it more for the role playing but it gave no Astarion approval)

I sat in Kethric’s throne and Astarion had the funniest dialogue mocking me. Fitting that I then distracted from my mind being searched for loyalty by focusing on my lust for Astarion

Act 2 in the shadowlands has really been my character growing closer to Gale, where she’s moved beyond being fond of him to actually caring for him which makes not feel awkward about how much he really likes her. Especially since she hasn’t been persuading him to like her, and hasn't pushed him to go for the power and ambition or to be less loyal to Mystra. She's just agreed with his ambitions since he has (in her view) a good mix of pragmatism and morals, and she thinks he's a loyal type of person so she doesn't need to watch her back. So she encouraged him to do the pixie necromancy and then thought it would be a good time to bring up he doesn’t have to live by Mystra’s doctrine and has a choice about the orb.

Yeah of course even though it made Karlach feel bad my character stood with her and listened to 3 sad stories in exchange for some demon coins, and then told her I was her real friend and my D!urge character actually meant it. (Actually I’ve never used the demon coins to empower her since I forgot about that mechanic till now and I’ve been resource hoarding).

When Astarion thanked my character back at camp again for not forcing him to bite the Drow she was a bit surprised and of course said she doesn’t want him to do anything he doesn’t want to do. My character mentioned “So why sleep with me? Did you think you'd get something from it?” since of course she recognized he was seducing her back in act 1 before they really knew each other, Astarion responded “Of course I needed protection… and seducing you was easy frankly”. My character genuinely respects him for doing that, manipulating her for his own survival and so she’ll like him considering she regularly uses [persuade] and [intimidate]. Astarion mentions he started to genuinely feel something for her, and she responded that she cares about him; genuinely she likes him the most out of the whole group not just romantically but also in terms of the lengths she would go and the things she would do for him.

Ideally my character could choose all the options of “what do you want to do” and “we can be together without sleeping together for as long as you need” and “open your mind so he sees you care”, but since I can only pick one I figure Astarion knows my character can lie even in their mind so best just talk to him with words.

When Gale wanted to speak privately and was melancholy about his future death my character took every opportunity to say that they would find another way, he didn’t have to die, but didn’t mention anything about how he might kill innocents because she would kill those same innocents herself to keep Gale alive. When she met Gale on the cliffs it was really I think the moment she acknowledged she cares about Gale and him living, that she’s turning down an easy way to destroy the Absolute. When Gale said “I consider myself lucky to call you my friend” my character genuinely meant it when she said the feeling was mutual.

Prisoner rescue team is: Astarion, Gale, and Karlach. Of course I get the “not to worry I have a permit” when I exploit Balthazar not being around to contradict me having his permission

After talking with the Warden my character is definitely worried they used to be an Absolute cultist before she lost her memory

In the tower jail I used Astarion to 1 hit ko the eyes, then killed the Warden in her tower in 1 hit with an exploding barrel, then threw the gnomes his tools so he could escape, and we made it to the boat without the other 2 guards catching up

My character wants Barcus to realize he can do better than Wulbren, that Wulbren doesn’t like him but is happy to use his concern

After 3 reloads because a companion triggered a trap in the gauntlet of Shar i just said fuck this I’m looking up a walkthrough, this is giving me flashbacks to The Fade section in DA:O

Astarion was upset my character started chatting with the demon in Shar’s Gauntlet, then was impressed when D!urge talked the demon into killing all the companions then itself. My character didn’t care about Astarion saying thanks, she just wanted to see if Astarion was happy with the demon's death and say it was a pleasure to kill him

My character of course was going to help Astarion kill Cazador, she was happy to kill him all the way back in act 1. As for the ritual for vampire ascendant she has her doubts; how many souls need to be sacrificed and is there some other catch.

I didn’t realize we weren’t supposed to follow the rats to the bottom area; then Shadowheart and Gale were inspired when the swarm turned back into a dude and my character was inspired by killing more than 5 enemies in a round. So worked out all around

My character killed Balthazar before continuing through the gauntlet. That was a hard fight, where Gale having counterspell and lots of special arrows helped

My character decided since the deception is at a dead end killing Balthazar she might as well break into Kethric’s quarters. She thought the undead dog Squire was adorable, but all of her fears of her past reading about “the handpicked captain not found in the wreckage” are becoming worse

In front of the Nightsong my character had finally hit the breaking point of tolerance towards Shadowheart’s worship of Shar, and she did charm (to pass the 30 roll persuasion) Shadowheart to not go through with killing the Nightsong because otherwise it would have been a bloodbath killing Shadowheart to stop her.

This is the first time my character used charm/friends on a companion

Looking up other ways to do this afterwards, I guess it fits into role playing my character that over the course of being in the shadowlands and seeing the proof Shar just uses and twists people while Shadowheart stayed devoted, it had a big negative effect on my character's trust in Shadowheart and her loyalties. So much so she pushed the issue at the first opportunity and didn't tell Shadowheart “do what you want” like some other companions, and didn't wait for Shadowheart to change her mind. There's too much on the line to keep the Inn's protections and to fight Ketheric

#mac play video games #baldur's gate #bg3 #liveblog

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dankovskaya · 1 year

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Alright and on the topic of Bode well.

Obviously I complained a lot about how it didn’t make any sense that he was around and him being a beloved part of the crew already felt rushed and unearned and he was just generally underdeveloped so then when his betrayal moment happened my first instinct was like. Okay fuck u guys. But pretty soon after that I was like well actually all he talks about irt himself is his daughter so this definitely has something to do with her AND it was a pretty perfect impetus for Cal “embracing the dark” etc so then I was like ok actually this is the best thing they could’ve done with his character or rather he finally Is a charcter. And then on the imperial base and all that when you actually meet Kata and see the portrait with his wife it’s like alright this is really interesting actually. Not like the typical brainwashed inquisitor but just a former Jedi working for the isb under the threat of harm to his daughter. This creates obviously a very very sympathetic antagonist that I would imagine even with all his rage Cal should have a hard time seeing as truly “evil” or whatever. Especially after the very gentle scene where Cal is playing with Kata and Bode walks in and they can’t fight in front of her obviously and Bode says that Cal is his best friend and they had a fight but he’s sure they’ll be able to make up or whatever. And so I literally thought that was exactly where this was headed 😭

But Cal and Merrin pretty much just talk about him like he’s a horrible piece of shit through and through and mention him using his “fatherhood” as an excuse for his actions as if that means he’s just Too Far Gone and like. Doing literally whatever you need to do to keep your TINY CHILD DAUGHTER safe is not just. Human Being 101? AND THENNNN when you actually confront him on Tanalorr he’s acting WAYYYY different than he ever had so far like he’s just furious and erratic and shouting and endangering Kata and it’s like he just HAAATTEEES Cal more than anything in the world in that moment like he was beating my damn face in with his fists you KNOW that’s personal 😭 And it really felt like they were trying to pull out all the stops at the last moment to prove to you that he’s a bad guy and make Cal fully justified when he kills him. Now that I think about it it’s really truly like Anakin on Mustafar just out of nowhere he came off as just furious and delusional and it kind of pisses me off? Literally from the point of betrayal onward I was like Oh Bode is absolutely about to be the most interesting character in this game. And then when it seemed like an actual redemption that could lead to him being an ACTUAL earned member of the crew for the next game was obvious they had him just. Stubbornly continue fighting even when he had clearly lost and was being offered mercy yet again so Cal would have to MURDER HIM AND STEAL HIS DAUGHTER❗❗❗❗ I cannot stress how much me and my gothic porcelain witch girlfriend from the scary slavery planet have de-fathered and stolen an elementary school aged little brown girl while every other person of color at all relevant to the main plot is DEAD AS FUCK.

#Sorry that was a lot. I'm mad about Bode as well as a few other things. 😭#sw

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passanima · 2 years

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rewrite of “mars needs moms”

there’s so much that went wrong in this one it’s hard to rewrite. normally i’d redo it completely but that would take too long and defeat the purpose of just using what’s here and making it better. so i’ll try to diverge as little as possible... but oof

since the internal logic is their biggest problem it’s what i’ll focus on

1/ change the reason why the martian dudes are rejected. the movie tells you it’s because they waste all their time dancing and hugging and it’s wrong for martians to act like that... but you later learn martians are naturally loving creatures and it’s their cold upbringing that change them. the villain of the movie wants order and obedience so it makes sense for her to shape people that way... but then why exclude the dudes? there also seems to be way less guys than girls, and it’s never commented on, so idk if it happens naturally or if it’s lifestyle (survival) that cut their number

so make it instead that being born male makes you a minority on mars. guys are smaller and weaker than girls, and it’s this physical difference that make them useless in the eyes on the villain, and the reason why they’re abandonned as babies

2/ not something i’m gonna touch really but why... do martians have two sexes? they do not reproduce sexually or at all really, babies popping out of the ground. so. what are the different sexes for? other than making them more human-like... which, boring.

3/ story goes like this: every 25 years babies pop out of the ground, and the martians having no “marternal instinct” (or time and interest) don’t want to raise them, so they kidnapp human mothers to extract their parenting skills (which kills them) and program it into nanny-robots. but the robots can only be used once, so every 25 years they kidnapp (and kill) someone new

this is... an impressive level of nonsense, so instead. they kidnapp more than one human at a time and force them to raise their babies. to keep it similar enough and the stress level up, the martians still kill the humans when they no longer need them (when the babies are old enough)

the villain want martians to grow up in a way that’s easy to manipulate so that might seem like a bad idea but the fact that humans are very different from them + do not speak the same language + propaganda against them could make it so martians grow to feel superior to the humans who raised them and feel no remorse when those die

4/ enters ki. a martian that finds beauty in human culture. her character stays the same as she appear in the movie, but her role is amplified. while she finds humans fascinating and secretly learned their language (well, english) she didn’t fight to protect her human-nanny (possibly because she was too young when that happened) and feels guilt. when she meets the main character, milo, and hears he’s here to save his mom, she decides to help him

5/ with these changes, milo’s mom is no longer asleep for the whole movie, and has her own view on the situation, as she’s forced to take care of the baby martians with the others human moms (and in this ver they’re all moms, not because dads don’t take care of their kids, but due to the explanation on martians views on genders)(aka men are weaker and useless)(which they must assume is the same for human men)

6/ as for gribble... i understand the point of his character, as sole human milo meets on mars, and adult that helps him. but the way they wrote the man and the space they gave him was a waste of time. he’s annoying and at time is given more importance than milo, which sucks. also pretty sure he’s the reason ki is under-developped. so he can still exist as a survivor of last kidnapping 25 years ago who now lives with the abandonned martian dudes who he’s friends with, but his role will be smaller. also, in those 25 years he will have learned the martian language, it’s silly the writers didn’t make that happens. even if you want nothing to do with some people, if you live with them for 2 decades you’re bound to learn their language!

7/ also no romance between gribble and ki. it was terribly written and didn’t have time to happen anyway. griggle “falling” for ki simply cause she paints and ki “falling” for gribble because he can change colors (blush)... those don’t even work as reasons.

8/ milo ends up saving all the moms thanks to ki’s help (and a bit gribble and the martian dudes) and revealing the truth to the martians: that the villain lied and manipulated them (tho that part didn’t make sense either...) and that they once all lived together, without abandonning the men, and raised the children with love. it’s also discovered that while physically weaker, men martians have other set of skills they’re good at that the women aren’t so much, proving they need everyone to create a self-sufficient society (no more kidnapping since they don’t even need the help)

9/ should have put that in the beginning, but change milo’s family structure to a single parent household. the dad wasn’t even present in the movie, and since the focus is on milo’s relationship with his mom it would just make the script stronger if they had no one else to rely on. when milo hurts his mom, he feels even worse about it because he knows she works hard for the both of them and she didn’t deserve that. also give the mom a better (more understandable) reason to “snap” at milo, as she’s already exausted.

10/ end the movie on martian society being reformed, and have ki go live with milo and his mom, as she wants to know more about the earth. maybe she has technology to help her pass as human, or as hinted at the end, martians show themseves to human and cohabitation can start. possibly they also bring back the martian baby milo’s mom raised for a bit anyway, milo got two moms and a sibling now (imagine the rescue took more than a day)(the other moms get to go home too of course)(gribble stay on mars like og and not because he found a girlfriend, just cause he lived there 25 years and sees it as home)

11/ movie becomes about “what makes a family” and not just milo’s slow (too slow) realization of “wait i love my mom actually” like he legit had a moment of realization in the movie WHILE on a dangerous mission to save his mom... the writting i swear

#I rant about stuff #rewrite #mars needs moms

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rurpleplayssims · 8 months

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“Well, I hope you’re satisfied, putting the Dragonborn in danger just to prove their blood” Kaidan said snidely to Delphine, anger rolling off him in waves.

Minerva stepped away from scene, not wanting to be part of the conversation. Whilst she too was irritated at Delphine and touched at Kaidan’s defence of her, Minerva was utterly exhausted. She desperately needed some sleep sooner rather than later.

It’d had only been the third time she’d absorbed a dragon soul, but it was hard to get comfortable with. It was easier than the first time it’d happened, but it took a lot of strain on her mind to absorb the soul. She hated how she could hear the dragon’s roars in her ears as she took its soul, like it was pleading with her to not devour it. For someone as kind-hearted as her, it was emotionally painful.

She was learning already how much she was the kin of dragons and yet, had the power to destroy them...? Dragons appeared to be highly intelligent, maybe more so than humans, and yet she was being expected to kill every one of them?

Wouldn’t it make more sense to try and reason with such sentient beings instead, or was that naivety on her part?

Delphine’s tone of wonder had melted away into a venom-like snarl as she looked at her sworn shield “I had to be sure, to know if they were the one” she insisted. It sounded more to Minerva’s ears of a woman who’d become very paranoid over many years of hiding in plain sight.

“If that dragon had harmed a hair on her head, we would not having such a civil conversation right now” Kaidan threatened, his eyes blazing at the thought.

It had been a needlessly dangerous assignment just to get Delphine on side and he wasn’t sure if that was even a good idea or not. She’d mentioned the Thalmor Embassy and he really didn’t want Minerva going anywhere near those parasites, let alone sneaking into their headquarters in Skyrim.

“If that dragon had harmed a hair on her head, we wouldn’t be talking at all. You’re not very bright, are you?” she bit back, tauntingly.

“You know what?” Kaidan said with feeling. “I am tired of all your bitching…”

“And I’m tired of talking to someone with less valuable insight than a skeever. Unless you have something useful to contribute, I suggest you shut up.”

“Go fuck a skeever-“ he started to snarl.

Minerva snapped her head around and her voice pierced through the peacefulness of their surroundings “Stop it, the pair of you.”

Her tone commanded respect and had the echoes of the dragon soul she’d just absorbed so they were both suitably startled and abashed when they turned towards her.

With only one glance Kaidan saw how tired his friend was and took a step towards her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and he managed to catch her in time as she stumbled to the moss-covered ground. He knelt, holding her protectively and staring at her “Minerva!”

She wasn’t unconscious…yet.

She made a feeble attempt to pluck at his sleeve, but instead brushed her hand against his cheek as she tried to get up. Ignoring the familiar rush of affection in his heart, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her towards their horses where he’d already put up their tent just on the other side of Kynesgrove.

“Sleep now” he said as he walked, cradling her to his chest. She was so warm, and he saw how anguished her brow was. She’d mentioned in passing how much it hurt her mentally to kill a dragon and instinctively, he smoothed her forehead, brushing her bare hand across it. “We’ll talk about it when ye wake up.”

“Mmm not tired” she mumbled, eyes almost closed and yet she was still fighting it.

“Ye knew to sleep lass” he said gently. “I’ll take care of you, just rest…please.”

Almost as if the word was all she’d been waiting for, she started to go limp in his arms. He glanced downwards and saw the moment her eyes closed into sleep and there was a hint of a smile on her lips.

Wasting no time, he strode through the trees, skirting around the village to make the way to their tent and ignoring Delphine and hoping she’d leave them alone.

“I see she’s in good hands.”

He almost groaned in disappointment that she was trailing him. He didn’t look back but continued onwards to his destination.

“Why are ye following me?” he asked her abruptly as the tent came into sight.

“I’m not sure” Delphine said honestly. Kaidan stopped in his tracks and turned, his eyebrows raised.

“She might be out for a few hours” he said, trying to not be too hostile towards a woman who’d just repeatedly insulted his intelligence. “It always takes a great strain on her to kill a dragon.”

He couldn’t stop the accusatory tone in his voice that told her he blamed Delphine for the exhaustion and stress that Minerva was now suffering from.

She had the grace to look somewhat apologetic as she glanced towards the woman in his arms. “I am sorry” Delphine said, though not as kindly as he’d have approved off. “But…I can’t think straight. This is all so much to take in and I can hardly believe I’ve found her, a real Dragonborn! My life has purpose again.”

“I hope you don’t mean to follow us around forever” he drawled as he made to undo the tent’s flap.

“She’s got a destiny to fulfil” Delphine snapped, sounding impatient.

Kaidan was tempted to shout at her but didn’t want to wake his companion. He waited until he opened the tent,

He took her inside and settled her into a bedroll after unequipping her sword, and removed her cloak, shoes, backpack and gloves. After making sure she was safe and still sound asleep, he left the tent and faced the former Blade. He crossed his arms as he stood in front of the tent’s opening, defensive.

“So, what’s the next step?” he asked. “Forcing her to do your bidding when she has no say in it?”

Delphine’s hackles raised again “She’s not yours boss around!”

“Neither is she yours!” he snapped back.

He took a deep breath, trying to control his temper. He didn’t want to wake his charge up and he reminded himself of his vow to try to be a better person.

“I have sworn myself to be her shield, to die in place of her if needs be and protecting her includes preventing arseholes like you push her around like figures on a map. She’s not a pawn or a weapon, she’s human, just like you and me. She has feelings and a mind of her own.”

“Then it won’t be hard if she agrees with me” Delphine said, but with less bite. She didn’t want to admit that she was impressed by how serious Kaidan was in defending her.

“If she agrees, then whatever battles she fights, she’ll have me by her side” Kaidan said, as calmly as he could. “But in case it wasn’t already apparent Delphine, she had a life before she was the Dragonborn. She’d only found this out about herself in the past couple of months and it’s a monumental thing to have to deal with, let alone the pressure she puts on herself. I’ll be asking you to not be another weight on her shoulders.”

Delphine didn’t speak right away. She gave him a calculating look and after a long few minutes, she smiled and whatever warmth she had, she showed it then. “It seems like the Dragonborn has a good friend in you.”

“Yes, she does” Kaidan said, trying not to sound boastful. “But right now, she needs sleep and rest after the fight you made her go through. Like she said, we’ll be heading to Riverwood when we next head that way as she has other obligations other than saving the world.”

“They’re not as important as ridding the world of dragons though.”

Deep breaths, he told himself, trying with herculean effort not to start a fight with her again.

“That is a matter for Minerva to decide” he said after a few moments when he trusted himself to speak without anger. “Now, if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to rest as well. We trekked here all through the night and unlike you, we don’t have an inn to run. So, I be suggesting you head back there and if you have need of us when you come up with a sensible plan, send word via the courier. The git always seems able to find us, not matter where we are.”

Delphine decided it was best not to press home her point, lest she test Kaidan’s patience too much. “I’ll be seeing you in Riverwood then” she agreed and picked up her rucksack.

She took a few steps away but stopped to turn around and say “I’m glad she has you Kaidan. There are many in this world who would do whatever needs to be done to use and abuse people like her.”

Kaidan nodded once, unsure if he was supposed to say anything in response.

“But what will you do when the things they want her to do are things you don’t want her to do?”

“As long as she’s happy then I don’t care” he said seriously.

Delphine smiled to herself, a knowing smile that irked him. It was like she’d heard far more in his words than he was aware of. He waited until he’d watched her walk away and down the hill before he retreated into the tent.

Minerva was still sleeping soundly, the rise and fall of her chest bringing great comfort to him. He closed his eyes, feeling the weight of his own tiredness. But instead, he sealed the tent flap and started making the fire in the middle of the tent, knowing that it might get cold whilst they slept. Every now and then he couldn’t help but sneak glances at her, to make sure that she wasn’t in distress or pain.

Once the fire was blazing, he put some more logs on that would take longer to burn. He then removed armour and boots so he was left clad in his breeches and shirt that he always wore underneath.

As he walked towards the bedroll beside Minerva, he had a vivid image in his mind of lying down right beside her and holding her to his chest. In her sleep, she’d clung to him, nuzzling her head in his chest and sighing contentedly.

The pang of longing that struck him in that moment surprised him. He blinked, mouth open in shock, staring at the woman who he’d just realised, had become the centre of his world.

#Minerva and Kaidan #SPOILERS #for Skyrim quests and the NEW Kaidan update #Skyrim #Skyrim SE #apologies for the long post #I got carried away XD

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