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blingblong55 · 2 months

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Think I'm pretty -John Price NSFW

Hello, I would like to make a request, please? Court AU/ Lawyer AU Lawyer!Fem!Reader x Lawyer!Price (both as opposition) - they both in court debating over a minor case (gaz+ Soap vs neighbour) - reader representing neighbour whilst price representing soap, debating about noise policies Sorry if this idea is a bit jumble up / difficult. 😅 But tqsm!!! 🫡🫡🫡✊✊🥺 ---- F!Reader, 18+, MDNI, smut, lawyer!Price, Lawyer!Reader, oral!sex, cheating ----

A/N: I know there was no smut requested but my mind immediately needed it..sorry<3

The room is silent. Everyone in the room standing up. Both sides do not dare to look at the other. You sigh as everyone gets ordered to sit down. You, a successful lawyer and your opponent John Price have always had trouble getting along, not just because he always disagrees with you, even outside of court but also because of how cocky he is. Today, as you see him back in court, he gives you a smirk. Oh, how you wish to win this case.

"John Mactavish and Kyle Garrick versus George Allen and others." The woman so softly speaks. "Neighbourhood guidelines about noise policies in a private community, this case will be dealt with by Lord Edward." You prepare your files in hand and when the time begins, you speak up. "Judge and jury, today, we are here for the case these young and immature men have caused. The community in which both live in has already received calls upon calls for the disturbance of these two young men," you begin.

For nearly 20 minutes after your and Price's opening statements, the problem became worse. Both MacTavish and Garrick began to get louder, pointing fingers at your client. You would occasionally roll your eyes and cover your smile when you'd see Price get frustrated over his client's words.

Maybe, after all, you'd win this one.

"No, what I'm saying is, if this absolute fookin' idiot understood how speakers and parties work, we wouldn't be here!" Kyle stands up and Price has to force him to sit back down.

Your client keeping calm, just like you had ordered them to. It's easy. These two guys are showing the court how bad of neighbours they can be and before you knew it, the men whom you stood upon, sighed as once again MacTavish cussed your client.

"Here's what we'll do, and Price, keep your clients shut or they will hurt themselves more," a deep sigh, "Y/N, your client is in the right. The papers and signatures are on file. Price, your clients are meant to keep quiet, not have a rave in their backyard. If there is one more complaint, the community in which both parties are a part of, can and will have the right to hand MacTavish and Garrick an eviction notice. Y/N, your client shan't step into their yard and if it does happen, MacTavish and Garrick can receive a restraining order against Mr. Allen."

It was clear this was a long one for the court to hear.

After the trial though, the two men Price represented were told to leave before your client saw them again. It was better this way.

You shook Price's hand, and he nodded at you and smiled. "You look rather beautiful today," he says in such a soft tone that makes him appear as if he was a completely different man from the one you argued against. "You look…okay for a shit lawyer," you smile back. "Oh darling," he laughs.

You don't have time for any proper conversation and as soon as you receive all files, you leave the room. Price knows where he can find you. After all, it's always been the number one spot for you to hang out after trials and long arguments.

The small pub that welcomes you also welcomes John. "Care to tell me why you're following me?" You turn to him and he gives you a cocky grin. "What, can't I come here to just relax?" "You? No."

"Still hurt over what happened years ago?" "You stole my case, of course I am. And you knew I was asking for it so I have no idea why the hell you'd go for it."

It was a known story. After all, it's how John and you became such rivals in court. But, it never has to end like that, right?

"It's called business darling," his hand snakes over yours and before anything else can happen, you pull away.

He sighs. "What, too good for me now?" His lips touching your ear. You shift away, trying to not yell at him here. It just isn't right, especially in front of so many others who respect you. "I'm not here to be annoyed by some-" You get cut off when he places his hand around your neck. "What, darling? Say it. Hmm, am I mediocre? incompetent? don't act like you weren't fucking moaning my name years ago. You and I know well that you liked me like I did you," his voice deep and in a whisper. Your hand on his wrist.

"You and I both know that was a mistake," you answer back and he shakes his head. "Tsk, tsk, mistakes are a one-time thing. You know you slept in my bed longer than anyone else. What? Did you forget you used to fuck those pretty fingers of yours to my voice?" he chuckles, almost mocking the nights you two spend together.

He sees that you aren't budging to his questions or comments, it's frustrating. He wants you, you know he does. His body and yours are like a puzzle, the one you both know all too well about.

"Look, I know…i know I'm a selfish son of a bitch but you also have your flaws and-"

"And what are they? hm? Because at least a cheating wife or a stupid fucking face like yours is not a problem I have to face."

Oh does he love it when you bite back.

It was true, which is why he nods. "I do have a cheating wife, the face part though…that is false. You should know. I mean you rode my face almost every night, darling" A smirk grows on him.

He notices your silence.

"What, did you not enjoy how i ate that pretty pussy of yours? Or was it too good that the orgasms made you forget?" he chuckles once more.

Is it bad he needs you again? That he wishes you laid on his bed and not the mistake of a girl he married? Sure she was funny but you…oh fuck. You are smart, gorgeous, funny, sexy…fuck..you're perfect.

"My flat is just a ten-minute drive from here, you can always come…maybe pay me a visit…or two..maybe a whole holiday."

You look at him and then at the drink in your hands. You did want him, yearned for his love again.

"The guy you're talking to is no good. Now, me…I'm handsome, funny, good with my hands and mouth and…well…you know the rest."

Was it a risk? yes. Did you both want it? Yes. So…is this why now after practically thirty minutes of asking you are in his car and on the way to his place?

Once inside his flat, he doesn't waste a second and in a matter of moments, he has you on the couch, his mouth to your neck. His calloused hands take your clothes off. His cock is needy to have you again.

His lips move up, embracing you in a kiss. A much-needed one. "Fuck did I miss you, Y/N," he groans. It was more than a need for sex, but for all the other fun and good emotions, you two brought to each other. His fingers teased your folds as he removed your panties. "Hm, already wet for me? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Need to do something about this, huh love," he slowly goes down on you. His lips are attached to your precious body. From your neck to your hips, his lips ran from. Your aching cunt begging for his tongue.

Once his fingers have enough slick covering them, he pushes them deep inside. A small moan escapes your lips. Eager thing, aren't you?

His tongue lapping at your folds all as his thumb rubs your clit over and over. This is what you always needed after a long day at court.

The sensation is so good. Feels like mythical waves of pleasure but it all stops abruptly. One stupid phone call and he leaves you there. "Stay, I'll come back later tonight, love," he kisses your forehead and walks out.

If only he didn't think his wife was pretty, his hands would be all over you

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mouschiwrites · 6 months

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South Park - Main Four (+ Butters) Confessing To You

Stan

I think that if he liked someone, he’d want to confess pretty early on

But it’d take him a long time to actually work up the courage

His friends constantly encourage him to go for it, and he really does want to, but that anxious nausea in his stomach makes him blurt excuses instead

But eventually he decides that he can’t hold it in any longer

He’d want to do it in person so badly

He bought chocolates and everything

He invited you to meet him at the pond after school

You waved when you spotted him, and jogged over with a smile on your face

You thought you saw him smile back, but as you got closer it didn’t look quite right

You ask if everything’s okay

He opens his mouth to speak, but suddenly claps his hand over it and runs away

The chocolates he was hiding behind his back drop to the snow

Confused, you pick up the box and watch him disappear down the path

He texts you later:

Hey. Sorry I ran away like that. Super lame, I know. I was trying to tell you how much I like you but I got sick so I ran. But I really do like you, Y/n

Kenny

I don’t think he’d feel the need to tell his crush how he feels explicitly

Instead he’d be satisfied flirting with you

Your reactions are all he needs (for a while)

But eventually he wants more

That’s when he decides to confess

He figures it’d be pretty obvious by then, so he doesn’t plan anything too special

But he does need to make sure you know he’s serious

Plus he knows you deserve something nice and romantic :)

So he buys you something; it takes him a long time to save up, but he finally manages to buy a little bracelet

Nothing expensive, but it’s still cute

He would have known you for a while by then, so of course it has your favorite colors

He puts it in a nice box and drops it on your desk one day

He gives his usual childish grin, but you can see something genuine in his eyes this time

“Hello beautiful. I know I flirt with you all the time and it’s funny or whatever, but I actually do like you. A lot.”

Kyle

He might confess early on, he might take a while

I think it depends on your personality

If you show any interest in him, he’ll be more inclined to tell you how he feels earlier

But if you’re closed off and cold, it’d take longer

He just wants to make sure he won’t make a fool of himself

He’d have to spend a lot of time with you, enough time that you’ve warmed up to each other at least a little

Once he’s decided that it’s worth a shot, he’ll go for it

He tries to think of something romantic

Unfortunately he doesn’t have too great of a sense of what’s romantic

He ends up inviting you to the museum

It would’ve been nicer if he wasn’t completely silent the whole time

By the time it’s over you’re more than ready to go home, but Kyle stops you right as you’re walking away

“Y/n! Wait. Please. I’m sorry… this, uh, it was more romantic in my head. I did this because I wanted to tell you that I like you. Like, romantically.”

Cartman

He had no intention of confessing to you

He’s a pretty prideful guy; no way he’s admitting feeling something mushy like love

Eventually he might’ve formulated an excuse to reveal his feelings that didn’t make him seem vulnerable, but his actual “confession” ended up being accidental

Before class started one day, he was debating with some other kids over who the hottest person in school was

He was valiantly defending your place as the second hottest (behind himself, of course)

He ended up going a bit overboard, spilling all his feelings about you

Gushing about your looks, your personality, the way you walked… he was weirdly thorough

And guess who happened to walk in just as he began this little rant?

You stood behind him, dumbstruck

His opponents in the debate smirked when they saw you

Cartman eventually snapped out of his thoughts and noticed their faces

At first he was confused

“What’s with you guys? …they’re right behind me, aren’t they.”

He just slumped over defeatedly

Butters

He’s very upfront about his feelings

If he liked you, he’d tell you as soon as he realized it himself

He doesn’t see the point in waiting

He found himself staring at you across the classroom one day

He realized this wasn’t the first time he caught himself doing this, so he asked himself why

He decided that it was because you were attractive

His heart fluttered as he made the connection; he had a crush on you!

He was practically vibrating in his seat for the remainder of the class

He was way too excited at this realization, and he figured you would be too!

Right after class, he bounced out of his seat and ran over to you

He grabbed your hand eagerly, absolutely beaming while he exclaimed:

“Y/n!! I think you’re really pretty and awesome! I have a crush on you!”

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed :) take care duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

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shittysawtraps · 4 months

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hello andrew / chad / matt (insert cishet christian white boy name)

in front of you is a laptop with an online round of policy debate that is about to start, and a full printed file of the evidence you should read. if you can make it the whole round without insulting your female opponents in any way or saying anything shitty about their case that queer people should have rights, you may go home in peace.

live or die, the choice is yours

#shitty saw traps #saw franchise #mod amanda

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sophieinwonderland · 4 months

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An Anti-Endo's Playbook

Hello! Are you an anti-endo looking to convert people to your cause? Well you're in luck because I have the guide for you!

As more studies come out supporting endogenic systems, arguing against pro-endos is becoming harder every day. But let me tell you a secret, people aren't perfectly logical machines. We're emotional and irrational. You don't need science or logic on your side. Instead, your job is to exploit that irrationality.

Let's start with something simple.

Argument by Assertion "Endos Aren't Scientifically Possible."

This is your opening and is possibly the most effective tool in your toolbox. Just say something and repeat it ad nauseum.

See, you don't need to be right. You just need to be confident and state what you want people to believe as a fact. Then repeat it again and again.

Propaganda experts might also call this The Big Lie.

People are social creatures and naturally trusting, so if you say something bold and confidently, they're going to be inclined to believe you. You don't actually need to provide any scientific evidence to support your case, or quotes from doctors, or anything else. Just keep repeating that endos aren't scientifically possible over and over again.

This might not sound effective, but there's a reason a third of the United States still thinks the 2020 election was rigged. If you're confident and don't waver for a moment, and keep repeating the lie, people will believe you.

But... what about the people that don't? What if an endo starts citing actual sources that contradict your claims. Normally, I might suggest finding sources of your own, but given the complete lack of support anti-endos have in academic papers, this may prove impossible. Luckily, we have more tricks up our sleeves.

Appeal to the Masses "Everyone Agrees That Endos Aren't Real."

As we all know, science isn't determined by scientists. Science is a democracy where anyone can vote. That's why even though scientists say we use all of our brains, we can know that the truth is that we only use 10% of our brains, because that's what most people believe and there have even been movies about it and stuff.

This is an the appeal to the masses.

Likewise, most people don't believe in endos. Or at least, that's what you say. See, you probably don't have any reliable polls on hand to back up that assertion, so we're kind of combining techniques here. We're appealing to the masses, but without evidence the masses agree with us, we just kind of have to assert it. As long as it sounds true, then people will believe it.

Like how I bet most people believed me when I said "most" people think we only use 10% of our brain. It SOUNDS like it could be true, and confirms our pre-existing biases that humans are kind of stupid, and that's really good enough isn't it?

What if this still doesn't work though? What if the endos keep demanding evidence?

Well, you can just give them too much of it.

The Gish Gallop: Source Overload

You may be wondering, since I mentioned that there aren't any sources that support anti-endos, how this will work.

First, let's take a moment to understand the Gish Gallop. This debating tactic is most commonly associated with live debates where you throw out a bunch of nonsense claims that your opponent doesn't have time to answer because refuting them would take more time than you're allotted. Then when your claims go unanswered, it tricks spectators into thinking the claims are true.

This isn't generally as effective online where people can take hours to compose a response if they want... except...

The online equivalent of this is to overload your opponent with too many junk sources so that they can't debunk them all.

These do not need to support your point in any way. And you should NEVER screenshot them. Remember, your goal isn't to make the information accessible to your opponent. It's to keep the pro-endo occupied reading a 30-page document to try to figure out what it means and how it relates to what you're saying.

If the pro-endo does debunk your first paper, call them out for not addressing your other 20 articles too. Make them out to be ignoring evidence.

If they do call out this tactic and ask for a screenshot or quote of specific lines that back up your argument, respond by self-righteously telling the endo that it's not your job to educate them.

Speaking of education, what do we do about the endo sources?

Ad Hominems: Attacking the Researchers

Ad hominems are great for combating sources.

At the most basic level, you can get a lot of mileage out of throwing around the word "quack" a lot without finding any dirt on the researchers.

You might want to also claim the research is biased in some way. Say for example that a researcher has a hypothesis and they conducted an experiment to test that hypothesis. You can say that this makes the whole experiment biased and therefore should be dismissed because the research already had an expected outcome. Someone might counter and say that most scientists start with a hypothesis. But luckily, a lot of lay people won't realize that.

Let's say, for instance, that someone cites this paper on Vineyard Evangelicals who hear the voice of God as an example of non-traumagenic plural-like experiences.

Instead of addressing the merits of this paper or discussing whether hearing an autonomous and seemingly self-conscious voice identifying itself as God is plural or plural-like, you can look up to see if any of the 200,000 members of the Vineyard Church have ever reported negative experiences. Get one article with people calling it cult-like, and then accuse the endo of using "abusive sources."

Other Strategies For Dismissing Papers: Just Make Up Reasons Why Studies Are Invalid

For these, we're going to rely again on our argument by assertion, and assert some qualifiers for why a study should be dismissed.

First, accuse a study of being outdated.

Now, science doesn't actually have an expiration date. There is some research out there that may be outdated in the way that newer research comes out that disproves it. But in the absence of further research, old papers are generally considered useful, and it's not uncommon to see professionals today still cite sources dating back to the 80s or earlier.

But if you just throw out a number of years for research to expire, you can be sure that many people will take it at face value. But be careful with this. People might believe that 20-year-old research is too old. But it will be harder to sell them on something like "any research older than 5 years is outdated." That's going to be a problem when a lot of endogenic research is actually pretty recent, coming out within the last decade.

Another tactic you can try is to Attack the Domain.

As we're all taught in middle school in the US, only .gov and .edu sources are valid.

This is an oversimplification and is no longer applicable in higher education. But luckily, you're not targeting educated individuals. If you're making this argument, the ones you're probably trying to convince will be traumatized children between the ages of 14 and 17. And for this demographic, this argument is perfect. Not only have they never been to college themselves but neither have anyone in their friendgroup.

They have no concept of what counts as valid source in academic settings, and it's your job to keep it that way. Indoctrinate them young, and they'll stay yours forever.

Demonizing The Enemy: "Endos are Harming Real Systems"

This can take many forms.

At the basic level, you can do the anecdotal "endos are bad because they said mean things about me once." (Be sure to remove any context of things you may have said or did to them first.) There are plenty of endogenic systems out there in the world, and some are going to be cruel and abusive. Just like any other group.

These people are useful to your cause. If you ever had contact with abusive endos or pro-endos before, make sure that you write in detail about your bad experiences and specifically make it clear that they weren't an endogenic system who happened to be bad, but they're bad because they're endogenic. Also, if they're a traumagenic pro-endo, be sure that in your post you just refer to them as an "endo." The goal is smearing the entire endogenic community, and differentiating between abusive endos and traumagenic pro-endos will detract from that goal.

A well known example is the term "traumascum." Despite the fact that its coiner is traumagenic and most of the endogenic community dislikes it, it's important that when you make your emotional arguments to show why endos are bad, you only refer to it as being created and used by "endos."

If you really want to go all-in on this, something else you can do is...

Blame Endos For All Ableism

For this part, you want to try to convince people that any fakeclaiming or ableism they've ever experienced is because of this small niche group of systems on the internet.

In actuality, fakeclaiming DID systems has happened for a long time. The Imitated DID narrative was heavily pushed in all the way back in the 90s. And many of the people fakeclaimed today are TikTokers who are IDing as traumagenic DID systems.

Don't let these facts stop you though.

For the first part, the good thing is that, as I said before, many of the people you're trying to convince are children. If you tell them that fakeclaiming is worse today than ever before, who are they to argue? They have no frame of reference. They're usually younger systems who have only known that they're systems for a few years.

For the second, you can just ignore it. Or better yet, just label all the "cringe" systems as endos, regardless of whether they are or not.

Is calling traumagenic systems "endos" fakeclaiming their trauma? Sure.

But really, you fakeclaiming their trauma is really the endos' fault. If they didn't exist, then you wouldn't be able to call people endos, now would you?

See how smoothly that works?

All Anecdotes of People Who Thought They Were Endogenic Are Proof Endos Don't Exist

Anecdotes are your best friend. If you can find a small handful of people who previously thought they were endogenic and turned out to be wrong, you can weaponize this against all endos.

You can use these anecdotes as both proof that endos don't exist AND that they're harmful to real systems at the same time.

This particular tactic has also been used to great effect by anti-transgender groups, using a small handful of detrans people as proof that transitioning doesn't work and as a means of limiting trans rights. The success of these groups at spinning that narrative is how you can know that this tactic is effective!

More Ad Hominems: Attacking the Opposition

Yup. We're bringing in more ad hominems. This is one of the most important tools in your belt. If you feel like you're losing an argument, you can just attack the person you're arguing with. Actually, you should do this before the argument even starts.

Discrediting your enemy right at the beginning, making people see them as a bad person, will immediately make people not want to associate with them and even make them inclined to disagree with whatever they say.

So try to dredge up anything you can on them to weaponize. Or just casually accuse them of being something-phobic or something-ist.

Calling them ableist is easy. You can shout out ableism accusations right from the start just on the merits of being pro-endo.

If they're a spiritual plural, you can call them racist. This works easiest with tulpamancers since tulpa has a Tibetan etymology. (And don't worry; you won't need to pretend to care about appropriation outside of this context, such as the tulpa appearing in creepypastas or media like Supernatural or X-Files, or Genshin Impact's Hydro Tulpa boss. This is about winning an argument, not being morally consistent.) But it can work with any sort of spiritual system. If you're feeling particularly bold, you can actually claim that all possession states around the world are closed practices and anyone who claims spiritual plurality is appropriating these cultures.

Also, if they use the word "sysmed," because this is derived from transmed, be sure to call them transphobic because they're appropriating trans words. Pay no mind to if they're transgender themselves, or how little sense it would make to appropriate their own language.

Bully into Submission

If simple ad hominems don't work, dogpile and bully them into silence. Invite your friends to join in. Bombard them with constant hate posts and harassment.

The goal here is not to convert people to your side, but to remove them from the conversation. Keep the accusations going. Make up rumors about them. Try to falsely report them to get them banned. You want to make them suffer so much that they never want to post again. To ensure, one way or another, that there is one less pro-endo in the world.

This will work best on people who themselves are traumatized and vulnerable. Luckily, there are a lot of people like that in the pro-endo community you can silence this way.

Be warned though of the emotional tank.

These people have personalities that can tank a shocking amount of abuse and emotional damage, and even turn abuse they receive around and use it as a talking point against your side. They take the old adage of "sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" to heart.

If you try to harass an emotional tank, rather than silencing them, you're likely to only make them stronger and more determined.

Speaking of traumatized people...

Try To Make People Associate Endos With Trauma

Remember to know your audience. And your audience is a group of trauma survivors.

If you really, really want to ensnare them, play on that.

Use it to your advantage. One super simple way to do this is to throw around cult accusations. Just saying endos are a cult will immediately trigger cult survivors and make them want to avoid the pro-endo community.

A more complicated version of this can be done if an endo mentions that we don't have proof that DID or OSDD forms from trauma 100% of the time.

What you want to say in this situation is that "to prove all cases of DID come from trauma, you would need to traumatize children."

You can add a line specifically accusing the endo of wanting to traumatize children, or just let the implication hang in the air.

Now, someone paying attention might recognize that such a study couldn't prove what it claims to. Just like if you did a study where you hit a bunch of people in the arm with a hammer and broke their arms, you couldn't prove that 'all broken arms are caused by hammers.'

But you aren't saying this because you think it's logical. You're saying this because you're trying to get your audience of survivors of childhood trauma to think of endos as people who want to traumatize children.

If you can properly trigger them, then that rational part of their brain will just shutoff and they won't question your premise or logic too much.

How to Keep People Once Indoctrinated

Remember, the conversion process is only the beginning. After that, you want to make sure that they stay anti-endo. A good place to start is to...

Make Sure Friendship is Contingent on Them Being Anti-Endo

Pull people into anti-endo servers that have strict rules against pro-endos and even neutrals. Post "pro-endos" in your DNI to make it known that you don't ever want to interact with any pro-endos.

At the same time, encourage them to cutoff pro-endo friends and avoid pro-endo spaces. Ideally, you want the convert isolated from anyone who might be able to change their minds in the future.

Once you've cut them off from all pro-endos, their only system friends will be in the anti-endo community. And if they ever step outside of that box, they'll be instantly banned from their anti-endo servers and blocked by their anti-endo "friends."

With this, not only have you converted them, but you can reliably keep them on your side forever. Or at least, until they're willing to destroy all their relationships with other systems online in order to get out.

Just Let The Endos Do It For You

Endos thesmelves will actually be your secret weapon in this endeavor.

It's a well-known fact that hate breeds more hate. If you fakeclaim someone, they're going to be angry, and will likely resort to personal attacks. Once your newly-converted anti-endo has been successfully indoctrinated, get them to make some public anti-endo posts. The more hateful and invalidating, the better. Preferably where pro-endos can see.

When endos respond respond to the convert's hate post by sending hate of their own, it will only confirm that endos are actually hateful. It doesn't matter who started it. It only matters that you get an angry reaction out of the endos.

And the more the endos react to hate with more hate, the more the convert will double down.

The absolute worst thing for you as an anti-endo would be if endos stopped responding to hate with more hate of their own, and took a moment to consider if how they're reacting is actually in the best interest of their cause, of if they're just being baited into lashing out from hurt and anger themselves.

#satire #syscourse #pro endo #pro endogenic #sysblr #multiplicity #system discourse #discourse #actually a system #All of these are things I've seen anti-endos say and do

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months

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Hello can I ask for a Male!reader(if your fine with that!)

that is the first ever emperor/king in human history.

like there the secret Back up in case the God's try anything sneaky.

and after his reveal how would the God's and human's react to his reveal and his fight

His weapon: would be a synth or syth (i forgot how spell it lol) pure red and a lot of details

His outfit: would be kinda like Qin shi Huang's but a lot more red and a lot more details,he would also have claws but longer and on all of his fingers and would use them to claw his opponent

He also has a tattoo on his face but it's red snake 🐍

And yes he is Very VERY arrogant and confident.

(I wish I can add photos but it won't let me🥲)

For the one's i like to see:

Humans:Qin shi Huang, Nikola Tesla and jack the ripper

God's:Hades,buddha, poseidon

(and if you do this I want to say thank you!♡︎)

-Throughout history, many have argued who in fact was the first true king. This age-old question had led to bitter wars and numerous arguments and debates throughout the world.

-Only a few, the earliest inhabitants of earth, knew the truth of the true first king of the world. A fierce warrior and even greater leader, he led his people from the brink of destruction to flourish and live without any suffering.

-His name was Y/N, and if you were an avid history buff, you might have seen his name a few times, but as he existed before pre-recorded history, not much is known about him or that he was even a king.

-Handsome and imposing, he looked intimidating, but it was the aura of a king, of a leader, one who would defend and lead his people himself.

-His most recognizable feature was a tattoo on his face, of a red snake, intricately detailed, but instead of hiding his beauty, it enhanced it, highlighting his features.

-Y/N was one of the first humans to be brought back to Valhalla, dying a hero’s death, protecting a child from a bandit and has since lived in the lap of luxury ever since.

-You enjoyed surprising others, mainly kings, who came to Valhalla, proving that you were the first king and you lorded that over them, your arrogance being fueled by their rage as they weren’t able to refute it.

-Qin Shi Huang became a good friend to you, being the first emperor and the two of you were very similar in personality, both being very confident and arrogant, but you both had the skills and experience to back it up with.

-If anyone were to compare the clothes you wear, they would say it’s similar to Qin Shi Huang’s own clothes, only red in color and more ornate, with fine intricate details, but to the trained eye, they were very different.

-Pairing your fine clothes with long claw fingertip rings made you look like Qin Shi Huang’s ancestor, but there was no connection, you weren’t even from the same part of the world!

-Brunnhilde disliked dealing with you, as you could be a pain in the ass at times, but when Ragnarok was announced, you were one of the first she approached, because your strength and skills were unmatched, something she told you.

-You agreed to fight, and she told you that you were a secret back up fighter, just in case if the gods tried to do anything sneaky, which she knew they would try, and you agreed to her terms, keeping quiet about your position, mainly because you wanted to surprise everyone when you got to fight, because you knew that you would get to fight.

-Chernabog, a deity of evil was suddenly announced as the next fighter and Brunnhilde was scrambling, looking for a fighter before laughter filled her ears.

-She turned with a slight scowl as you were walking towards her, holding your weapon of choice, a massive red scythe, over your shoulder, “Yo Brunnhilde! Looks to me like you need a hand!” she sighed softly in relief as she agreed, knowing you could handle yourself as you walked by, putting a hand on the top of her head, petting affectionately like she was a child which earned you a small pout, but you could sense her elation.

-When you were being introduced as the first king of the world, many who knew you cheered, knowing what a warrior you were, while others who didn’t know about you got a quick history lesson that you were indeed the first king of the world but because you lived before recorded history, nobody knew this but it was true!!

-You spun your scythe easily around your neck, facing off against the massive hulking demon god who looked furious, but you had a feeling he always looked like that.

-You made it look easy, not getting a single scratch on you, and you weren’t even taking things seriously! You looked like you were playing a cat and mouse game with one of the strongest gods out there!! Pairing your scythe with your claws, you were easily tearing Chernabog to shreds!!

-Many of the gods were furious, seeing your strength before you spun your scythe, pointing up at them, “Unlike you lot who have been sitting on your asses for the past millennia- I’ve been training and working hard!”

-Your arrogance was irritating but you were showing that you could back it up and you had the gods quickly eating their words, much to your glee.

-Qin Shi Huang- Was holding his stomach in pain because he had been laughing so hard, seeing you enter and playing around with your opponent- you weren’t even fighting seriously!! Could only watch in amusement as his good friend easily beat his own opponent, leaving you walking out the victor, not a hair out of place as you whistled happily as you headed backstage. When you met up with him a short while later, you pouted, annoyed, “He wasn’t even that strong!” which made your friend laugh again as you leaned into him, your pout increasing, “At least you can give me what I want!” He heard the flirt in your words, as you were a shameless flirt, but then again, so was he, “I’ll always give you want you want~” Brunnhilde couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she passed, hearing the two of you being flirty.

-Nikola- Had sparkly eyes, seeing you using your weapons with such delicate grace, using momentum to make your attacks stronger. Was amazed at how easily you defeated your opponent, walking out the victor while Chernabog was wheeled out on a stretcher. Nikola had difficulties with his own fight, almost winning himself, but in the end, he lost. Once you got backstage you were surprised to see Nikola charging towards you and he skidded to a halt in front of you, having huge sparkling eyes and began to rapidly fire questions about your technique, asking about the science behind your style. He amused you and was appealing to the eye as well, and you cupped his chin, a grin on your face, “Quite the looker aren’t you? Come with me, I’ll answer your questions while we have some tea together.” Nikola turned bright red at your shameless flirting, which you thought was cute before he followed after you as you began to answer his questions.

-Jack- Was impressed with your skills in your fight, you looked like you were born to be a warrior and he couldn’t help but smile, seeing the color of your soul, it was such a beautiful blend of joy and annoyance. He could tell you were disappointed in your match, you wanted a challenge, but you were having fun. You literally ran into each other backstage, both of you rounding the corner at the same time. You were more solid, so Jack was the one to fall back but you quickly lunged and caught him, arm going around his waist as your other hand caught his own, minding your claws. He was stunned before his face quickly went red, trying to pull away from you and you grinned, giving him a wink, “Can’t say I blame you for falling for me!” Jack was quickly standing, trying to regain control of himself but you couldn’t help but smile at his lingering blush, “Thank you for preventing me from falling, sir. I apologize for bumping into you.” You just grinned, flirting a bit more, taking his hand and pecking the back of it, “I’m not bothered, but I won’t say no to learning your name.” Jack was completely tomato red, which made you want to tease him even more- he was so cute!

-Hades- Was very impressed with your skills, you made it look so easy and it made him wonder how powerful you really were. He was still aching from his own match with Qin Shi Huang, who was by no means a pushover. Hades knew firsthand that humans were way stronger than they looked and you were no exception. You made him curious and not many humans were able to grab and keep his attention. When he sought you out after your match, he wasn’t expecting you to be such a gremlin, teasing him about losing to Qin Shi Huang. He surprised you by pinning you to the wall, telling you to watch your mouth and you immediately grinned, “Oh~ I didn’t know the king of the underworld was so bold~ careful now- I just might have to call for help~” you were so shameless- openly flirting with him as he stepped back from you, going to leave and you instantly grin, going after him, now that you had a taste, “Aww don’t be shy- I’m sure Qin Shi Huang wouldn’t mind sharing with me~” Hades didn’t know what he got himself into with the two of you, already feeling a headache coming on.

-Buddha- The two of you have met before, long ago as you were in Valhalla before he arrived, something you liked to tease him about, and the two of you got along well over your fondness for hating gods and eating snacks. There were many who also thought the two of you were dating, with how openly and shambles you both flirted with each other, but whenever anyone asked, the both of you just said you were friends. He couldn’t help but grin, watching you fight- he knew you were extremely strong as you sparred with him all the time and you could hold your own against Buddha, so Chernabog was going to be a cake walk for you. When you entered the waiting room you were sharing with Buddha you beamed, “I’m back darling!” and he grinned from his spot on the couch in the room, “Welcome back love~” you dove into his arms as Brunnhilde rolled her eyes, seeing the nauseating display of affection, “You sure you two aren’t dating?” Buddha grinned, sending her a wink, “Aww~ are you jealous Bru-chan? I’ll always have room in my heart for you~ but no we’re not dating.” she sent him a small glare, crossing her arms over her chest, speaking sarcastically, “And I’m the Queen of Valhalla.” Instantly both you and Buddha bowed to her, speaking in unison, “‘Your majesty!’” she left you both with a large steaming lump on your heads as you two roared with laughter before she left, giving you a small nod, thanking you for winning, which made you beam.

-Poseidon- As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Poseidon no longer underestimated humans, especially after suffering such a humiliating defeat at the hands of ‘history’s greatest loser’ who had never won a fight before. Watching you fight was more proof of humanity’s strength as you were easily beating a god who was notoriously powerful. He leaned his cheek on his hand, a bored look on his face as he watched the match, a little curious about how strong you actually were. After your match he sought you out, wanting to ask for a match, wanting to test your skills against his own as he spoke, “I want to have a round with you.” You looked over and instantly grinned, seeing the sea god, “Oh~ so bold~ at least buy me dinner first.” His trident was instantly against your neck, a dark glare on his face, shadows covering everything except for his glaring eyes, as he hadn’t meant it in that way, but boy you were having fun, “Oooh~ so kinky I didn’t know that gods we- GURK!!” he grabbed you by your throat, going to end you here and now for your disrespectful and shameless flirting before you managed to wheeze out, while sending him a wink, “Harder~” he dropped you on your ass before turning and you were quick to scramble to your fee, chasing after him, “Wait don’t leave! You can’t tease me like that then leave me hanging!” Poseidon has no idea what he has started.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror qin shi huang #ror nikola tesla #ror jack the ripper #ror hades #ror buddha #ror poseidon

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Sherman Smith at Kansas Reflector:

TOPEKA — As the Kansas Legislature renewed its yearslong assault on transgender children, Sen. Mary Ware told her Senate colleagues Monday she had a “simple” question for them.

“What is the acceptable number of youth suicides?” Ware asked. The Suicide and Crisis Lifeline is a hotline for individuals in crisis or for those looking to help someone else. To speak with a certified listener, call 988. Crisis Text Line is a texting service for emotional crisis support. To speak with a trained listener, text HELLO to 741741. It is free, available 24/7, and confidential. Ware’s question set the tone for debate in the Senate, which voted 27-13 to override Gov. Laura Kelly’s veto of Senate Bill 233, legislation that would ban gender-affirming care for anyone younger than 18. But the override attempt fell short in the House on an 82-43 vote, two short of the two-thirds majority required.

The bill would have blocked teenagers from receiving hormone therapy and other treatments recognized as necessary by medical professionals. And it would have banned state employees from supporting “social transitioning,” which is defined to include an individual changing their preferred pronouns or manner of dress. Rep. Susan Concannon, R-Beloit, and Rep. Jesse Borjon, R-Topeka, flipped their votes from earlier in the month to sustain the governor’s veto. Two other Republicans — Rep. Mark Schreiber of Emporia and Rep. David Younger of Ulysses — also joined Democrats in blocking the legislation from becoming law. “We hear about mental health, about suicide, and ask why,” Concannon said. “We’re not listening to the impact of youth. Government involvement is not the answer.” On the Senate side, Sen. John Doll, R-Garden City, and Sen. Carolyn McGinn, R-Sedgwick, joined the chamber’s 11 Democrats in supporting the veto.

Opponents of the bill pointed to extensive medical research that shows transgender children, who are already at an elevated risk for suicide, are more likely to die from suicide if they don’t receive gender-affirming care. “This bill ignores, or should I say tramples, on the rights of some Kansas citizens to live peaceably, lawfully and free to make their own decisions about their own bodies,” Ware said. Republicans argued the bill would protect children from life-altering decisions they could end up regretting.

[...] The House delayed taking action as Republican leadership tried to secure enough votes to override the governor’s veto. Before closing the roll call, Republicans locked the chamber doors and issued a procedural declaration that requires every member to cast a vote, rather than abstain. Borjon said he would support a ban on gender reassignment surgery and limits on the use of hormone blockers for minors. But for him, the bill went too far in restricting speech and behavioral health care for transgender youths. Rep. Tobias Schlingensiepen, a Topeka Democrat and pastor, said it was clear the “politically motivated bill” would make the lives of trans kids and their families more difficult.

Good news: Kansas's anti-trans gender-affirming care ban for trans youths will not take effect, as Gov. Laura Kelly (D)'s veto of SB233 has been sustained in the House. #KSLeg

See Also:

Erin In The Morning: Kansas Republican Votes No On Trans Ban: "Govt. Involvement Is Not The Answer"

#Kansas #Gender Affirming Healthcare #Kansas SB233 #Transgender Health #Transgender #Anti Trans Extremism #Laura Kelly #Social Transition

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thelaughtercafe · 2 months

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Hello! I'm very happy to found your blog... since you said you accept darker content request... would you mind doing something related to "bullying" with lee kageyama and ler oikawa? I feel like only Oikawa strong enough to bully Kageyama, because Kageyama itself was already intimidating in my opinion... Thank you so much in advance! P.S. please avoid foot tickles hehe

Tea Type: Black Coffee

Potential Triggers: Bullying using tickling, I'm gonna give a non-con warning for tickling too, some trauma responses and panicked behavior

Pairing: Oikawa/Kageyama

Length: 1.6k+

Summary: A chance meeting leads to familiar feelings and anxieties thought long forgotten.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this anon, apologies for the wait! I was a little unsure just how dark I wanted to go with it so it took a bit to finish it but I hope you enjoy the final product! Definitely let me know whatcha think <3

Chance Meetings*

“Is that who I think it is?”

Kageyama froze in place; a long forgotten feeling of dread settling in his stomach. He felt his heart beat faster, heat flooding his cheeks as his eyes darted around, looking for an escape. He knew he shouldn't have gone to the sports store today. If he ran- he just knew he wouldn't get far. Not with him.

A familiar arm slung around his shoulder and he whirled to lock eyes, still frozen.

Oikawa laughed, eyes glittering in amusement at Kageyama's shock.

“I should've known if I'd catch you anywhere it'd be here; heard you've been doing pretty well for yourself nowadays. Your team is pretty good.”

Kageyama nodded stiffly, wanting nothing more than for this to be over with. Maybe if he just told him what he wanted to hear he'd leave without a fuss. He cleared his throat and shrugged off Oikawa's arm, turning his face away as he headed towards the doors, trying to make it look casual. He tried to ignore the lump in his throat as he followed just behind him, a cheerful grin on his face.

“Yeah, yours too. You're just as strategic as ever.”

“What can I say? Got to keep my opponents guessing~”

He tried not to remember his old encouragement methods, but failed, feeling more heat in his cheeks as he reached his car. He felt the weight in his chest begin to subside, a bit of genuine happiness making a small smile spread across his lips.

“Sorry to cut the conversation short, I've actually got to meal prep for this week, but it was great seeing you again.”

Kageyama turned to try and open his car door but inhaled as Oikawa leaned over him, one arm over his head, subtly keeping the door closed and drawing his attention back his way. He tried not to flinch at the way Oikawa's once playful, light expression darkened, but only in his eyes. His voice and words remained bubbly. They were still in public after all.

“Aww but I haven’t seen you in soo long Tobio~ I can help you! You don't mind me tagging along do you?”

Kageyama debated his options, nibbling his bottom lip and came to a decision. There really wasn't one. Oikawa was nothing if not resourceful, and stubborn. If he didn't agree now? He'd just get it worse later. Oikawa had never had any issues biding his time. He'd once said it gave him time to think up more “fun ideas”. For him, of course.

So, Kageyama nodded with a sigh.

“Sure, fine, whatever.”

He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably and Oikawa giggled, his eyes lighting right back up at his agreeance and poked Kageyama's unguarded midsection, making him jump and cover his stomach.

“Aww c'mon cheer up Tobio! We'll have so much fun!”

Kageyama grumbled and got into his car as Oikawa moved over to his own after a cheerful wave to follow him home.

Once there, things were nicer than Kageyama expected honestly. He helped him meal prep, talking animatedly about setting strategies that he too couldn't help but get passionate about, and their favorite college teams. Kageyama was finally relaxing from being jumpy at Oikawa’s surprise attack earlier when he struck while they were relaxing in the living room.

Kageyama had sat on the other end of the couch when Oikawa eagerly bounded forward and straddled his waist. Kageyama grappled with him but quickly found himself overpowered, with his hands pinned under Oikawa's legs as he straddled his waist.

Oikawa laughed gleefully and cooed at him as Kageyama glowered up at him.

“Aww, you didn't really think I'd letcha off the hook, how did ya? What kind of friend would I be if I didn't test your endurance? You know; for old times sake~”

Kageyama's heart beat wildly and he growled, trying to make himself more threatening. It worked on everyone in Karasuno, and even with his current team. Most normal people would've cowered, and apologized- but Oikawa was the one bastard that had never worked on. Not ever since he found out this stupid, downright humiliating weakness of his.

It was kind of hard to be taken seriously when you were laughing your head off, and squealing like a child.

“Now where to start, where to start? Any volunteers?”

Oikawa sounded sadistic as ever, eyes scanning his body for the slightest movement now that they were alone and Kageyama discreetly tried to squirm. No dice. He was stuck. Unfortunately he bucked his hips in the process and Oikawa’s eyes lit up.

“I never took you to be so eager Tobio~ But if you insist!”

Kageyama threw his head back in mirth as Oikawa drilled his thumbs into his hipbones, making him really buck, for all the good it did him.

“Hhehehehey! Cut it ohohout, get off mehehehe!”

“Nah, you must be having fun. Look at that beaming smile you’ve got! So cute~”

Kageyama groaned in annoyance at that, feeling his blush darken.

“Ugh! I am nhahahahat! I swear when you let me up you’re dehehehead!! You hehehear me!? Dead!”

Oikawa’s eyes sparkled with mirth as he jeered down at him, his fingers ruthlessly toying with his hips before one jumped to scribble at his tummy, his shirt having ridden up from his struggling.

“Oho? Still have it in you to threaten me? That’s not very sportsmanlike of you Tobio! Besides, we both know you’d never be able to overpower moi!”

Kageyama wished he had the strength to fight back, to prove him wrong but tickling had always made him helpless, unable to do anything but laugh. He’d tried to get him back later, give him a taste of his own medicine once, back in college.

It hadn’t gone well- Iwaizumi had walked in and all chances had evaporated in front of his eyes. Two on one was hardly fair, but seeing the momentary panic in Oikawa’s eyes and the snort he’d let out had been worth it. At least till he had been wrecked to tears for the attempt.

His struggling finally bore fruit as he bucked particularly aggressively when Oikawa moved suddenly from his hip to the bottom of his ribs, finally allowing one of his hands freedom. He grabbed his wrist, tugging the offending hand up and off of him, panting and glaring. It wasn’t very threatening apparently, as Oikawa merely giggled at him, the fingers spidering along his stomach pausing. He cocked his head at him, brown eyes glittering with amusement.

“Oho? I’m impressed Tobio! You’ve bulked up since our school days!”

The hand at his tummy jumped to his exposed underarm and Kageyama yelped, air leaving him in a rush. Now that’s he’d gotten one of his hands, he had some leverage and strength and knowing he didn’t have much time, he acted. He raised his knee so it was flush against his captor’s side and brought both their hands down against the couch to push off his tricep to turn. Oikawa wasn’t expecting his sudden movements, and tumbled to the ground beside the couch, freeing his other hand in the process. He quickly released Oikawa’s wrist and jolted up, and over him seeking refuge in his bedroom and slammed it behind him, locking it just as a body slammed against it, causing it to jump back in surprise.

He panted, swallowing harshly, hands trembling as he tried to think rationally. Oikawa wouldn’t break his door down. That was too direct for a scheming bastard like him. His eyes scanned the room for his phone and he felt his blood turn to ice as he realized it wasn’t here. Shit. The banging stopped, and Oikawa’s too sweet voice came through.

“Aw c’mon Tobio, we were just playing~ I guess you’re a tad more sensitive than I remember. Sorry if I pushed you too much; if you come out, I promise I’ll play nice~”

Kageyama snorted, glaring at the door. He felt bolder, now that he was safe from his old “friend”.

“I’m not the same naive college kid you tormented, just leave, alright? I’m not gonna fall for your sweet words anymore!”

There was stony silence and Kageyama immediately regretted his speaking out, but it was too late to take it back now.

So instead, he listened, backing up to sit on his bed and try to process. He couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid. Why did he bring him here? Now he knew his address. Maybe…Maybe he really hadn’t changed that much after all. If he was honest with himself, he’d always known some part of him missed Oikawa. For all his faults, his lack of listening sometimes…those good moments were still good. Maybe he was over-reacting-

He shook his head, holding his head in his hands. He was doing it again. Falling back on old habits to cope with Oikawa being in his life.

“Tobio, I’m going to head out now! I put your meals in the fridge. And…I’m sorry. Really.”

Kageyama looked at the door with wide eyes. Oikawa actually sounded…remorseful. He sounded serious. Still, he didn’t move until he heard his door slam, and even then he held his breath and put his ear to his door, listening for any sign of footsteps, just in case. He twisted the knob and then headed back to the living room, letting out a breath as he realized he was truly gone.

Everything was cleaned up, his living room just as it was, as if he was never there to begin with.

He jumped in place at a sound, and his eyes flew to his phone, making him sigh. Just a text message. Stupid body. Why was he still so on edge?

He grabbed his phone and swiped it open.

His eyes widened and his grip tightened, his other hand moving to cover his mouth.

An unknown number.

The message?

‘Let’s meet up again sometime Tobio~’

#tlc: tickle fics #tlc: black coffee #ler!oikawa #ler! oikawa #lee! kageyama #lee!kageyama #haikyuu tickle #haikyuu tickle fic #oikawa x kageyama #oikawa tooru #kageyama tobio #haikyuu #tw noncon #tlc: nsft #tlc: asks #anon

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halcyon-writings · 1 year

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Hello! Can I please request an angst to fluff either headcanons or fic of Zagreus x reader where he wakes up from a nightmare and discovered that his s/o isn’t next to him in bed so he gets worried thinking something happened to them or they decided to leave him but it turns out they were just getting some water? Thank you so much!

something something, the 'hurt/comfort after a bad dream' trope goes hard

nav.

Zagreus is falling. The stone floor breaks beneath him, even so, his hands fruitlessly scrambling for purchase on the falling stones. The breath leaves his lungs as he lands harshly on his back, his unknown enemy still remaining above him.

A gaze pierces through him; his opponent's helmet keeping their visage hidden. The eye color is familiar, yet he cannot place where and how. They land near him again, far more gracefully than he had, their weapon raised in one hand, the other reacting above for their helmet. Mismatched eyes widen when the hidden figure's identity is visible to him.

Before he can even speak, you raise your weapon, and your tone is sad, despite the passiveness of your expression, "Farewell, Zagreus."

He awakens with a sharp gasp of breath.

Hands rush to grasp at wounds that did not exist. At blood that stained nothing. A shout dies in his throat as he sits up rapidly. When he turns to your side, the bed is empty. The spot you take normally is already cold, the sheets barely disturbed. A pit starts to form in his throat.

The blanket had been pushed to the side, so you had clearly been there when he had finally fallen asleep. So just where had you gone?

Thinking of the farewell from his dream, he shudders. No, you couldn't have actually left... couldn't you? Even though a more rational part of himself knew that you would not, the less rational (and less helpful) part of his mind was convinced that he needed to find you.

His sleep-addled mind clears quickly as he practically runs into the small armory attached to the outer part of the House. Snores coming from a familiar lackadaisical skeleton serve little comfort, if anything they serve as more of a push. If Skelly had not woken by your movement, then Zagreus needed to hurry.

The dilemma of choosing only one weapon stumps him, and the Prince debates just taking all of them at once when he hears someone else entering the room. In his surprise, the weapons fall clumsily out of his arms. For such legendary weapons, they barely scratch the floor tiles as they clatter against it.

"What is going on?"

He must still have been sleeping because it was your voice he was hearing...

"Zagreus?" You press on, curiosity in your eyes as you take a once over on the haphazard state of dress you find him in. Armor slightly loose, and it looked as though he had hopped right out of bed, little did you know that was exactly what had happened.

Rather than answering your question completely, he surprises you and himself by making quick strides and stopping just before you. Wordlessly, his arms are thrown around you, and you make a surprised sound despite yourself.

"Is everything alright, Zag?"

He is silent, and he knows that your gaze, an inquisitive one, is on him. "I'm alright- I'm alright."

You quietly pat him on the back, taking his word for it now.

extra:

Zagreus covers his face with both hands, but you can still see the tips of his ears burning a bright red. "Please, I know that was bad."

"Oh Zag," You console, "I know it was a bad dream, but please, you can confide in me." When he told you about this nightmare, you were already worried enough. But the fact that he was ready to run into the many layers of the Underworld, only worried you more. He flops unceremoniously back onto the pillows of your shared bed, an embarrassed flush still on his ears.

"Despite your nightmare being grievously wrong," You continue pointedly, "It was nothing more than that, a nightmare. I'll always be here." But you know that actions do in fact sleep louder than words.

So when he returns from another run, you prove it, being the first to greet him when he arrives welcoming him home.

#hades game x reader #hades x reader #hades game imagine #zagreus x reader #zagreus imagines #hades game imagines #mine

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runabout-river · 11 months

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On Mahoraga, the Ten Shadows and Sukuna

I've seen so many hurt feelings and rage boners over on Twitter about Sukuna using the Ten Shadows in his fight against Gojo. There are people who straight up call Sukuna a fraud for using the 10S and people are violently speculating about an imagined battle where this and that power didn't exist and therefore either Gojo or Sukuna is the real boss and winner and it's as much of a dumpsterfire as it is hilarious to watch.

Sukuna is not a fraud for using a technique he owns

This is like saying god-like character B only is as strong as he is because he acquired a weapon along the way and that weapon doesn't count in fighting powers because... he wasn't born with it I guess. Every swordsmam from now on is a fraud as well. Zorro is weaker than Sanji because swords don't count while Sanji only fights with his natural body. And that boy Tanjiro! Did you know that he only made it to the Demon Slayer Corps because he also had a sword? Total fraud or something like that.

Time and time again the manga made it clear that sorcerers are not noble and honour bound people. They fight to win and the how is completely irrelevant to the winning because they're, among other things, con-artists and the only thing that awaits them if they don't win is death. Gojo and Sukuna would straight up nuke each other if that was a feasible option.

Gojo is as much a "fraud" as Sukuna

Gojo started this fight with the help of three other sorcerers and that help is going to reappear as the fight goes on. As I said in last chapter's Review, the others will have to fight against Mahoraga to fill out the (most likely) 8 adaptations it has so Gojo's techniques can work again. Uraume is going to appear again at some point as well.

The only reason why this fight is one-on-one until now is because of two things:

Ego, and

The immediate death of any outside assistance

Someone like Sukuna would of course want to defeat his opponent on his own with the minimum amount of effort to show how strong he is, and he most likely didn't think that much of Gojo at first either and he would also reject direct intervention from Uraume and Kenjaku, but his own techniques and weapons? Those are his and he's going to use them at his leisure regardless of where they came from. He "defeated" Megumi anyway to get access to the 10S so there isn't even any debate about whether he deserved to use them.

And Gojo? Hello? He would not let things like a fair fight get in his way of defeating Sukuna and saving Megumi and the world. Right now though, he can't accept any outside help because Sukuna would instantly kill them. Having him defeat Sukuna would be the best case scenario but they most likely discussed the more likely scenario that at some point the others have to step up as well. Even Kenjaku said that they will come. Gojo would give his life to give the others a fighting chance if it were to come to that but he wouldn't pointlessly throw his life away if "cheating" and being a "fraud" would've helped him and everyone else.

(Btw the more I think about it the more I'm of the opinion that Sukuna activated Mahoraga's wheel after Gojo's second Domain collapsed.)

Now that the fraud allegations are out of the way, let's go to another point people are losing their minds over: Mahoraga.

Mahoraga is NOT the ultimate weapon and the end of this fight

Mahoraga is also not the strongest technique of the 10 Shadows. What do we know about it? No one had ever tamed it before, not even the Zenin clan head who fought against the 6-Eyes Gojo clan head. I don't remember where it was said or if was ever clearly stated, but that fight ended with the Zenin activating an exorcism ritual to end the fight with both him and the 6-Eyes dying.

To achieve that, the 6-Eyes had to have been severely weakened otherwise he would've defeated Mahoraga himself just like 15-Finger Sukuna did. Just like Gojo said he would if Sukuna had summoned Mahoraga already. All of this is to say that the Zenin of that time fought against the 6-Eyes with only 9 tamed shikigami and a domain and maybe they were not truly equal in their fighting strength but the Zenin was at least strong enough to inflict serious damage to his opponent.

The true strength of the 10 Shadows Technique does not lie in one single shikigami, not even Mahoraga, but in the intelligent use of all aspects of it. Like: summoning and calling back the shikigami when needed; combining the living shikigami to form new creatures; strengthening the living shikigami with the powers of the dead ones; utilizing the shadows to their maximum, and completing Chimera Shadow Garden and using all its unique abilities and powers.

Intelligence has been Megumi's number one characteristic among all the other characters and I don't know about any of you but as a true culmination of Megumi's abilities, I found Mahoraga to be underwhelming. First, because it (the super mega ultimate weapon) appeared too early in the manga and second, because it was defeated in its very first appearance. So either Gege made a blunder in his storytelling and appropriate leveling of character abilities or Mahoraga was never meant to be the ultimate usage of the 10 Shadows.

(The characters might think it is but the sorcerers aren't the only con artists in JJK, Gege is too.)

In essence, Sukuna isn't automatically going to win this fight just because Mahoraga is going to come, AND it's going to be Megumi who will push the 10 Shadows to its absolute peak not Sukuna

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #ryoumen sukuna #gojo satoru #fushiguro megumi #meta

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the-badger-mole · 3 months

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Hello! I loved all your drabbles,, is it alright if I request the number 38 for zutara? Thanks!

It sure is! It's quite alright!

"You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Katara shouldn’t have come to school today, but her dad’s girlfriend was visiting. Katara couldn’t bear Malina’s attempts at maternal care patiently.

By the end of the day, she was both freezing and overheated. Her last class was debate, and he was her opponent. Zuko stood by the door, studying his notes. He looked up, that stupid scornful smirk on his face. The earth shifted when she met his eye, and suddenly he looked scared. He caught her as the ground rushed up towards her. He still smirked, but there was a worried furrow in his brow.

“You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to faint in my arms,” he said.

#atla #zutara #drabble prompt #ask game #ask the badger mole #high school AU #katara does NOT like malina

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quandaryqueen · 7 months

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I LOVE YOUR FAMILIAL Fics I have an idea. Father Gotham Ed nygma with a punk college reader who is forced to wear a suit for the first time for a debate. And they call him saying "Dad, I have to get a suit. You wear them help." I just think he would be so excited to see them dressed up in a suit.

Daddy dearest

Gotham Edward Nygma X Platonic Reader

Oh Edward was waiting for this day to come...

Hello! I hope I'm not late, I was swallowed by uni work but here I am... Still being swallowed by uni work.

💚 Let's get this out of the way first, he wants his child to express themselves the way they want to. He doesn't care what you do to yourself, the way you dress, piercings, tattoos or anything of the sorts, just as long as it makes you happy. He encourages self expression more than anything and he'll be damned if his child is repressed the way he was when he himself was but a wee lil lad.

💚 But my oh my, to be consulted about his fashion advice?

"When do you need it? What style are you looking for? When is this event going to be held? What aura do you strive for? Classic? Elegant? Flamboyant? Glamourous—"

He is enthusiastic. Very excited.

"When are you free? I'll ask your Uncle Oswald to invite his personal tailor over. What do you mean you just want to take a look around the department store?"

He wants nothing but the best for his child.

💚 Of course he convinced you to come over back home to get your measurements and nooooo it's not an excuse to see his darling child back home.

"So??? Have you met someone yet?"

"Dad, I'm in college to study."

"So have you?"

💚 After having your measurements taken, you were given a colour reading in order to find the right colour that fits your complexion. If there's one thing about Edward, he always has the attention to details in constant check.

"That looks great on you, my darling."

"You say that on every colour, dad."

💚 And of course, the design of your suit. What fabric, colour, buttons, what cut were you looking for you and all that and Edward is of course once again, happy to assist.

"I think you'd look dashing in a double breasted coat. It gives a real... Regal look."

"It's for debate, not the MET gala."

"Of course, darling, it's your choice."

💚 Admittedly, he knows he can get overexcited and overwhelming, but he knows how to keep himself checked once you tell him to lay it down.

💚 After you've had your tumultuous experience at the tailoring session, you were back to your dorms, anticipating for your suit to arrive in less than a few days. And when it has arrived, of course Edward sent out a personal note for you.

I should be bidding you good luck, but I think your opponents need it more than you do.

~ Love, dad

#gotham edward nygma #edward nygma #gotham edward nygma x reader #gotham riddler x reader #request #toofilthy #platonic

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akookminsupporter · 8 months

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Hello Rosie, instead of debating whether the video is real and fake, could we please encourage each other to vote on tma for jimin? We need a lot of new accounts and people voting since our opponents are very strong. I feel people have been quite distracted since yesterday.

Just imagine the joy on jimin’s face if he wins this 🥺 Please create more accounts and vote for Jimin 🙏

ohh yeah, people should do this instead, if they want of course, definitely would be more helpful.

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malum-forev · 2 years

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Game On: Chapter Five

Author's Note: this is a reaaally long one, I hope you guys like it! Please comment and reblog if you do! :)

Chapter Four

Bucky stormed into the lecture hall. “You’re in trouble.” Wanda said in a singsong manner but (Y/N) just calmly closed her laptop and straightened up.

“I imagine this is your doing.” Bucky’s voice boomed as he slammed the safe sex pamphlet on her desk.

She looked up at him and smiled. “Yes, and I am quite proud of my little arts and crafts project.”

“This is all over the fucking campus, and now people thing I’ve had gonorrhea or crabs or something!”

(Y/N) took the paper and straightened the crumpled-up edges, gazing at her masterpiece. “I believe it’s better for people to know what they’re getting into before it being too late.”

“I could sue your ass for defamation.” Bucky barked back.

“I don’t think it would be wise for you to get all technical with a lawyer.” She replied, standing up and gathering her things.

“Oh give me a fucking break, you’re pre-law. Do you understand that term? Pre, as in before.” Bucky said.

(Y/N) took a step closer to be face to face. “Don’t patronize me. Do you understand that term?” Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes as she continued. “I know that’s a pretty big word for you, you can look it up later.”

“Everyone, make way for princess Elle Woods over here.” Bucky told what was left of the class.

“Aw, what a nice compliment.” (Y/N) turned her head to give him a fake smile. “That wasn’t even a comeback, you’ve lost your touch Barnes.”

She could hear him huffing as she left the room, which only brought her an even bigger smile.

“Don’t you think you went a little overboard with this whole thing?” Wanda asked as she looked over the pamphlet. “It was kind of mean.”

(Y/N) shot her friend a confused look. “Who’s side are you on?”

Wanda shot up her hands in defense. “I’m just an innocent bystander.”

“Okay well, as someone who wants to keep to the sidelines, I suggest you don’t get involved.” (Y/N) spat back.

“Hey! Don’t direct your anger towards me!” Wanda shoved her friend playfully. “I just don’t want this whole feud to get out of hand. Aren’t you worried about what he’s going to do next? Retaliation?”

“Don’t you worry about that.” (Y/N) smiled. “I’m already one step ahead of him.”

___

“As you know,” Carol’s voice brought (Y/N) back to reality, she was sitting next to her co-chairman in front of the whole debate club. “Our final debate is tomorrow. And it is time to unveil our opponents.”

(Y/N) was nervously tapping her pen on the papers in front of her. This debate was a key factor to whether she would stay on the debate team. As one of her professors had put it, this was the moment when they would decide who was cut for this field and who wasn’t. She looked down at the mahogany table where she sat and tried to steady her breath. Ever since she was a child, she had dreamt of this moment. Standing in front of her peers and proving to them, and to herself, that she was worthy of it.

Although she had been preparing for this for weeks, and (Y/N) knew she had every single argument to win, she couldn’t shake the jittery feeling blooming inside of her.

“So, everyone please welcome our competition.” Carol said with a smile as the giant doors that lead into the debate room opened. (Y/N) couldn’t help her mouth from dropping to the floor.

“What the hell is he doing here.” (Y/N) whispered to Carol, her co-chairman shot her a look that in any spoken language could be translated to: ‘Shut up.’ But that was exactly the opposite of what (Y/N) was going to do.

“This debate cannot be held with opponents that aren’t part of the Pre-Law branch.” (Y/N) said as she shot out of her seat, straightening her dress.

Bucky kept his pace and walked over to Carol. “Hello darling.” He took her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles.

Carol blushed as (Y/N) pushed her to the side. “Stop acting like a goddammed schoolgirl.”

“Don’t get your granny panties in a twist, doll.” Bucky smiled as the room snickered. “I don’t know if you’ve read the requirements for this debate-“

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and interrupted him. “The rules clearly state that majors that do not have a direct relation with prelaw cannot participate. So you, as a finance major, cannot be here. You shouldn’t even be in the building.”

“Well, if you had read correctly, you would have seen that only one of members on the team has to comply with that. And that is why I have accompanied my good friend, who is an English major, to this debate.” Bucky took a step to the side to reveal his teammate.

(Y/N) felt her heart drop. If that were physically possible, it would have plummeted all the way down her system and into the underground parking lot. Her breath raced as she met his eyes. It was him, Brock Rumlow, the man from that party all those semesters ago. (Y/N) grabbed the back of her chair to steady herself.

“Are you okay?” Carol asked her but it only registered as a small voice inside (Y/N)’s head. She felt like a heavy mass was weighing on top of her, as if the gravitational pull had magically increased. Her legs started to feel like rubber and her weight suddenly felt too heavy for her frame.

“I- I need to get out of here.” She blurted before speeding past everyone and out the door.

“Heavy is the head that holds the crown I guess.” She faintly heard Bucky say from behind her before the whole group erupted in laughter.

As she got out of the building, the feeling only got worse. She could start to feel her mouth going dry and those awful black splotches had once again appeared in her vision. She was about to drop when suddenly she felt someone pull her up.

“(Y/N) what’s going on?” Peter’s voice started to ground her. When she looked up at him, everything hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Peter,” She managed to say through sobs. “Get me out of here please.” Was the last thing she said before everything turned to darkness.

___

(Y/N) woke up in a strange apartment, laying on a surprisingly comfortable couch.

“Hey, look who came back.” She heard Peter say softly as he brushed some hair out of her face.

“Hi.” She managed to croak as she tried to sit up, only to be faced with the harsh reality that her limbs were still in their previous gelatinous state.

“Shh, relax some more.” Peter said as he helped her sit and lean back on his couch. “You had a pretty big fall back there.”

(Y/N) smiled as she looked down at the already forming bruises on her arms and knees. “I gathered that.”

“Why don’t I make us some tea and you can tell me what’s on your mind.” He said.

She rubbed the palm of her hand against her face and shook her head. “Don’t worry about that, it’s just cause I’m under so much stress. It’s okay, I should be heading back to my apartment anyways.”

“Look, I may be a biophysics major but that doesn’t mean I’m a total knob head when it comes to emotions. Something happened back there, and I think you should talk to someone about it.” He stated as he started the kettle. “So, peppermint tea or chamomile.”

“Chamomile please.” She murmured, sinking down into the couch.

“And so after that happened, I decided to start avoiding him. I stopped going to parties where I knew he would be there, I took a different route to classes, you know just normal healthy behavior.” She said the last part dripping with sarcasm.

Peter started breathing faster, his nostrils flaring more every time. “I’m going to fucking kill Rumlow.”

(Y/N) tried to calm Peter down as he shot up from the couch. “Pete, this happened a really long time ago. And I truly had everything under control. Really. It’s just seeing him tonight brought back everything.”

“And I’m going after Barnes too.” He spat.

“Peter, really, it’s fine. It’s just something assholes do.”

“No!” Peter hissed. “It’s something men that are extremely insecure and fucked up do! And it’s something that should have never happened to you.”

“But it did, and I’m fine.” She said calmly.

“Yeah sure, what happened to you today was an indicator that you’re fine.” He said sarcastically.

(Y/N) laughed lightly. “What I meant is that I’m going to be fine.”

“Why hadn’t you told me? Do Natasha and Wanda know about this?” Peter questioned but his face fell once he saw her shaking her head. “You should have talked to someone about this.”

“I know, I know. It’s just, I had no one back then. The girls from that party were my only ‘friends’. So when I met Nat and Wanda, I didn’t want to unload my whole trauma on them. I just wanted to forget what had happened.” She explained.

Peter nodded understandingly. “Look, I just want you to know if you ever need anyone to talk to about this. I’m here, I’m your friend. You don’t need to feel like you’re dumping your trauma on me. I’m always here if you need someone to listen. You’ve got a friend in me.”

She laughed. “Are you seriously quoting Toy Story?”

“Hey! That’s one of the best movies out there. It’s a beautiful story about two people from different worlds coming together and persevering.”

“Wow, I didn’t know I was in the presence of a Disney adult.” She replied as Peter pulled her into a hug.

“Okay, now let’s go. You have to get a good night’s sleep for tomorrow. You need to kick some ass.” (Y/N) just nodded.

As Peter parked his car and got out to open the door for (Y/N), he saw Bucky. Peter had always been extremely observant so, instead of reacting with his emotions, he decided to do the one thing that would get Bucky’s blood boiling.

“Thanks for the ride, and the tea, and the talk.” (Y/N) smiled and before she could say anything else Peter brought her body forward and gave her a hug. Before letting go he whispered a quick: “Just go with it.”

He cupped (Y/N)’s face and placed his lips on hers gently. Peter saw Bucky from the corner of his eye looking at them. The kiss only lasted a couple of seconds but (Y/N) felt like it was a lifetime. She would have been lying if she said that kissing him hadn’t crossed her mind. He was extremely handsome and she had managed to catch a glimpse of his abs a couple of times when he reached to grab something off the top shelf. But she had never thought of him as something more than just a friend.

“What was that for?” She asked surprised.

“Just thought you might need a kiss for good luck tomorrow.” Peter said and even though he hadn’t yelled it, he knew Bucky had heard him. He didn’t need to look back to feel Bucky’s eyes piercing through.

“O-okay.” She smiled as he placed another kiss on her cheek.”

“Remember the song!” He said as he headed towards his car.

“The song?” She questioned.

“You’ve got a friend in me! Ohh you’ve got a friend in me.” Peter sang as he closed the door and sped up.

She couldn’t help but smile all the way up the stairs to her apartment. And as she opened the door, she was met with a motherly stare from Natasha and Wanda. “Hey guys.”

“So does this mean I can tell the rescue team to stop looking for you?” Natasha said annoyed.

“Look, I’m sorry for not telling you guys anything. I just met with Peter at the parking lot and I went back to his place.

“So you’re telling me that we were worried to death while you were getting some freshmen dick?” Wanda ranted.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh that only made her roommates even more mad. “I wasn’t getting dick, we were just talking.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

“I am sorry to have worried you guys, I’m fine. Everything is fine.” She smiled. “I do need to get some sleep, I have my debate tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I heard that Bucky and Rumlow are the ones you’re going up against.” Wanda said, (Y/N) couldn’t help but cringe at the sound of his name. She just nodded.

The next day at the debate, she couldn’t shake the horrible feeling filling her body and it showed. It was time for closing arguments and she really had to make a good impression. All of the people who were sitting at the judges table were some of the most intelligent she had ever known. But, as she headed towards the stand, she felt a hand on the small of her back. She froze.

“C’mon prude, maybe after this you’ll owe me one and we can get back to what we didn’t finish all that time ago.” Rumlow’s words sent chill down her spine, she gasped.

“Miss (Y/L/N)? Could you please come forward?” One of the judges snapped her back from her trance.

As she tried to get the words she had studied during weeks out, she felt her hands clamming up and her body stiffening. She managed to finish her statement and quickly went back to her place. It hadn’t helped that Bucky, even though it didn’t seem like he worked on anything, had delivered an amazing closing argument. It was safe to say that they had won the debate by a landslide.

“What the hell happened back there!” Carol yelled. “We had everything, and they won! Do you not want to keep your place at the team?”

“Carol, I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.” She muttered and looked down at her shoes, Carol scoffed and stormed out of the place. (Y/N) went back towards the stage once everyone had left to gather her things.

“I would love to say that you were a worthy opponent but, you just stood there like a year-old frozen piece of meat.” Bucky laughed.

“Not now Barnes.” She barked.

Bucky gathered some of her papers in his hand and extended the other one. “It was lovely to beat you.”

Her lips stiffened as her anger consumed her whole, she ripped the papers out of his hand and started walking the other way.

“Hey! I think you gave me a paper cut.” He said but she just raised her middle finger towards him. “Is it safe to say that you’re not coming to the game this afternoon?”

With that, she left.

Bucky had a little more pep in his step as he walked into the locker rooms. He felt as if he was bouncing off the walls, it could be because it was the last game of the season but he was sure it was because of his win earlier in the day.

“Hey guys.” He beamed as he made his way through the packed room.

“Look who’s all nice and bubbly today.” Sam laughed as he tightened his cleats.

“It’s just a wonderful day to be me.” Bucky beamed and his teammate chuckled.

“Do you guys know what that’s all about?” Steve asked as he entered, it wasn’t a second after that when the whole team came in and started singing happy birthday.

“Who’s birthday is it?” Bucky asked confused.

“Man! I didn’t know today was the big day!” Thor cheered and patted Bucky on the back. His brows only furrowed even more.

The team brought a cake to Bucky and ended the song. “Dude, open the present!” someone yelled.

“But it’s not even my birth- what the hell?” Bucky asked as he read the frosting on the cake. It had a grey and white fox on it with the words: Happy Birthday Furry Friend. Bucky opened the box that accompanied the cake to reveal a human sized furry costume complete with a fox plug.

Steve cautiously grabbed the strange tail. “Where the hell are you supposed to- oh I get it.”

The whole locker room erupted in laughter and some of them started chanting: “Fuzzy Bucky.”

Bucky slammed the box down and headed towards the field before being stopped by the coach.

“Barnes! Get back in there and change, the game starts in 10 minutes!” He yelled.

It was safe to say that even though Bucky had won the debate, they had lost the match 2-0. That evening, he stormed into the bar looking for one person only.

“Where the fuck is she.” He snarled once he arrived at the table where Nat and Wanda were sitting.

“Good evening to you too.” Wanda said.

“Where. Is. She.”

“First of all, calm down. Second of all, she’s not here yet. Why?” Nat said trying to calm him down, she was quickly met by a phone being pushed against her face.

Wanda glanced over. “Why are people saying you’re a furry?”

“Because your lovely roommate had a full fucking furry suit delivered to the locker room.” Bucky grumbled.

Natasha cocked her head to the side. “Oh yeah, I can kind of see it.”

Bucky just rolled his eyes and sat down, trying to control his anger. This didn’t last because a few seconds later, (Y/N) waltzed into the bar.

“Hey girls.” She smiled, ignoring Bucky.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Is this your idea of comedy?” Bucky sneered but she just ignored him.

“Was you sabotaging my debate your idea of comedy?” She hissed.

“Well, I didn’t need to sabotage. You did that all yourself.” He got closer to her.

“Guys, let’s all relax and unwind.” Natasha said separating the two but even though they weren’t face to face, they were still staring at each other.

“You guys can have a staring match if that means you’ll be quiet.” Wanda said as she sipped her beer. “We need you two to get along because tomorrow we’re all leaving for Steve’s cabin upstate. Remember?”

“I’m not going if that witch is coming.” Bucky said, not letting his gaze leave hers.

“Oh you totally hurt me.” (Y/N) replied to feigning sadness.

“What’s your other option? Stay here in town when everything is closed?” Natasha asked him, Bucky didn’t reply anything but he stood up and left the table.

“I guess it’s going to be another amazing and uneventful Christmas.” Wanda sighed her words dripping with sarcasm.

___

“Why don’t you just wait for us, and we can leave together?” Wanda whined as she pulled on the sleeves of her pajama.

“Because, we won’t all fit in Steve’s car. Plus I need to get there earlier to start getting everything ready. Christmas dinners take like three days to prepare.” (Y/N) said as she closed her luggage.

“Whatever you say chef.” The redhead replied through a yawn.

“I’ll see you guys over there in a couple of hours, okay?” She smiled.

“Just be careful on the road. They’re saying it’s starting to snow up there.” (Y/N) simply nodded before heading out the door.

Christmas at Steve’s family home upstate had become a tradition. Sam, Steve, Wanda, Nat, (Y/N) and unfortunately Bucky, would all drive up and have a friends Christmas. Most of them couldn’t head back home so, this was their solution.

The drive had been going incredibly smooth, (Y/N) was about thirty minutes away when her car started making a weird noise. At first, she wasn’t concerned until the car stopped responding.

“Oh no.” She muttered. (Y/N) managed to pull off to the side of the road and turned off her car, mentally cursing herself for not wearing her long coat and just a light jacket. As she got off the car she saw her whole tires filled with snow that wasn’t budging.

“Hey Nat.” (Y/N) said as soon as her friend picked up the phone. “You guys almost here?”

“(Y/N)! Why hadn’t you answered the phone! We’re snowed in.”

“What do you mean snowed in?” she yelled.

“The roads have been blocked off, we’ve been trying to call you for the past hour but I think you didn’t have cell reception.” Natasha answered.

“Great.” (Y/N) said as she kicked her wheel. “Well, I’m on the side of the road, my wheels are covered with snow.

“Wha- Are you- I’m going to call-“ Was all she heard before the line cut off. (Y/N) looked back at her phone and realized she only had one bar. She sat on the trunk of her car and tried to think of a solution when she heard another car coming towards her. She tried to catch their attention but they sped past her. A few feet later, the car stopped and she rushed towards it.

“Hi, thank you so much for stopping. My car is-“ She stopped her sentence once the window rolled down fully. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“Hey doll, how much for the hour?” Bucky said with a smile as he lowered his sunglasses.

(Y/N) turned around and headed back to her car. “Where do you think you’re going!” She heard Bucky say. He got off the road and exited the car.

“I don’t need your help!” She yelled back, trying to balance on the icy ground. She had decided to wear heeled boots that apparently didn’t have enough grip because she suddenly found herself on the snow.

Bucky’s laugh only stopped once he was towering over her. “I think you do need my help.” He laughed and offered her his hand to help her up. She swatted it and got up.

“There will be another car coming by and I’ll ask them for help.” She muttered as she tried to get the snow off of her body.

“Don’t know if you heard doll, but the roads are closed.” Bucky smiled as he saw how her teeth chattered. “I think your outfit is not cold weather friendly.”

“Well, I thought I would just be driving with the heat on and arriving at the cabin. I obviously didn’t know this was going to happen.”

“Here.” Bucky took off his overcoat and handed it to her.

“I’m fine.” She grumbled looking towards the road, wishing a car would magically appear.

He huffed and put the coat over her shoulders. “You’re not going to be fine in a couple of minutes when you have hypothermia.”

She ignored him but put her hands through the sleeves and closed the jacket. She took a long breath and was met with the smell of his cologne. If there was one thing she thought Bucky had done right, it was choosing his cologne.

“You should have put on the chains in your wheels about three miles back.” His raspy voice brought her back.

“Well thank you for stating the obvious.”

“C’mon lets go.” He said turning back to his car.

“What are you talking about! I’m not leaving my car here to be stolen.”

“Look, no one’s coming this way and we don’t have reception. Let’s go to the cabin and there we can call someone. I know a guy.”

“Of course you do.” She muttered.

“You’ve got a better idea? Because I would love nothing more than to leave you here stranded but Steve and Nat would kill me if I did that.” Bucky said. “So, if you don’t want that to happen. Come with me.”

(Y/N) looked back at her car stuck in the snow and sighed. “Fine, let’s go.”

“You need help with your bags?” Bucky asked but he was ignored, she went back to the trunk of her car and started hauling her luggage plus the four bags containing food. He shook his head and headed towards her and held his hands out.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked.

“Why must you make everything so difficult. I’m trying to be nice, I’ll help you with your things.”

“How am I supposed to know divine intervention told you to be nice today?” She replied and passed the things over to him.

Bucky groaned and looked up at the sky. “God, I hope you have at least a dozen models waiting for me when I get to heaven because this whole being nice thing is really a pain in my ass.”

The car ride to the cabin was quiet, only a murmur of the only station available was playing.

“Does this car seriously not have Bluetooth, or at least an aux?” (Y/N) whined.

“This is a 1980’s Porsche 911. Did you actually think it was going to have modern day technology?”

“Well my car has it. It’s new and its comfortable.”

“Well right now you’re car is a huge piece of junk that’s lying on the side of the road. If you would rather we go back and I leave you with your unmovable garbage I can make a u turn. If not, please just keep quiet and thank the man above that I left early too.” Bucky said and (Y/N) replied a small ‘thank you.’

As they arrived at the cabin, Bucky started taking the things out. “Please just go inside and change out of those boots. You’re going to get hurt, again.”

“I can take these things out and look cute while doing it.” She muttered, seeing Bucky let out a smile.

“I do think they go with your outfit.” Bucky eyed her from head to toe, taking a little longer to stare at her tight-clad legs and skirt. “But, they’re not very useful for snowy weather.”

“I’ll just go inside, call me if you need help.” She said. In the past day, she had calmed herself down from her defeat at the debate, the face Bucky made when he saw the furry suit had also helped. She had been hiding at the entrance just to see her whole plan play out.

A few hours later, they had settled in for the night. Bucky had only brought a bottle of whiskey but he wasn’t in the mood for that.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” he yelled through the door but found no response, he knocked again but the door opened.

“(Y/N),” he repeated and took one step into the room. “Did you bring anything to drink?”

Bucky heard the shower running and looked around the room. He had spent most of his Christmases here and he knew the place like the back of his hand. Bucky spotted her open luggage on the bed, he found himself walking towards it and looking inside. On the top of the bag was a red sheer lingerie dress with lace, at the cups of the bra were two fluffy circles mimicking Santa’s hat.

“What are you doing in here!” (Y/N) squealed gripping the towel around her body. Bucky took the dress, that was more the length of a shirt behind his back and stuttered.

“I knocked! But the door opened and I- I just wanted to know if you brought any drinks. It’s just that- um- I whiskey is the only thing and I wanted something else.”

“Give me that!” she snatched the fabric from behind him.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, it was open and the color caught my attention. And yeah, I’m sorry.” Bucky immediately looked at the ground embarrassed.

“I should have some bottles of rose down there, or some cabernet in the pink bag.” She said, becoming more and more aware of her current attire.

“Yeah-okay- I’ll go look for them- yeah. Didn’t check there.” Bucky said nervously while still looking down at the floor, he bumped against the bed frame on his way out.

(Y/N) quietly went down the stairs once she was dressed to find Bucky looking at the Rogers’ record collection with a glass of rose in his hand.

“Rose? Really? That’s your drink of choice?” she laughed.

Bucky turned around with a pink hue on his cheeks, she didn’t know if it was due to the fireplace or the embarrassment from before. “Hey, I have weaknesses too.”

He went to the kitchen and poured her a glass before she headed to the living room to look at the fire cracking. Some time and a bottle of rose later, Bucky decided to turn on the record player.

“Someday, when I’m awfully low. When the world is cold-“ (Y/N) heard Frank Sinatra’s version of ‘The Way You Look Tonight’ start to play. (Y/n) started chucking. “I can’t believe you put that song on.”

“Well, it’s one of the only four records we have for the whole weekend. I would much rather play this than sit with the awkward silence we’ve been having for the past two hours.”

“That used to be my father’s favorite record.” She said as she started to sway a bit. “He used to tell us that we were wasting our time listening to modern music, that we had the best singer at our disposal and we were burning brain cells by listening to other genres.”

“Frank Sinatra always reminds me of Christmas time.” Bucky said coming closer to her and putting his hand out towards her. “My dad always says that whenever ‘Ol Blue Eyes’ is playing, you must ask a pretty lady to dance.”

“James,” She chuckled. “I’m not really in the dancing mood.”

“C’mon, no one is here. We can postpone our bad blood for some other time.” He said, keeping his hand where it was. “Would you please grant me this dance? I promise we will be up to high school prom standard and leave room for Jesus.”

(Y/N) finally nodded with a smile and took his hand. They started to slowly dance across the room.

“Have I ever told you that my dad is the reason I got into law?” She hummed, closing her eyes for a second. She would never admit it but one of the reasons she had accepted his proposal was to get closer to his smell. It was the perfect combination of amber and wood with a touch of citrus. Bucky hummed for her to continue as he swiftly moved his feet with the music. “When I was younger, my dad used to tell me that he could never get too mad at me because I would always refute his arguments logically.”

“Well that’s a trait that carried on to your adulthood.” Bucky said, his voice had changed from his normal boom into a more relaxed version that made her feel calm,

She smiled as she got closer to him and placed her head on his shoulder. “I really wish he were still here, I think he would have liked to see me all lawyered up. Even if I didn’t win the debate.” She poked fun.

Bucky brought her back to be in front of him. “(Y/N) I really wanted to apologize, for the debate. I thought it was one of those stupid things you prelaw kids do, I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. To be completely honest, I didn’t think me being your opponent would actually throw you off your game.”

She smiled at him, not wanting to remember what had happened the day before. “I don’t want to talk about that. I’m actually enjoying the moment, don’t ruin it Barnes.”

She closed the gap between them again and kept dancing as the next song played on. “When my dad passed, it was hard for me to come to terms with it. Just this feeling of total anger. Like why did he leave me, you know?”

Bucky nodded, not being able to do much because her whispers against his neck were making him a little more nervous than he would like.

“I don’t blame you. In fact, I understand what you’re going through.” He said softly. “It’s hard to change your perspective.”

“You grow up, thinking you’re parents are superheroes. They’re there whenever you get bruised up, inside and out. When I was younger, in little league, I used to turn back and look for my parents in the crowd whenever I scored a goal. It kind of carried through, even now that I’m older and I know they’re not there I always look over at the bleachers to try to find them. Sometimes I can even see my ma sitting there smiling and giving me a thumbs up.” Bucky let out a laugh as he spun her slowly.

“But, there is a special moment in life where you understand that holding them at such a high standard is impossible. Perfection is unattainable. And in that moment, you take them off the pedestal and see them as equals. Because they’re people too, they make mistakes. Even though they wouldn’t like to admit it. And harboring all that anger in here-“ He said touching the place where her heart lies. “causes more pain. Letting go brings forgiveness and love replaces the agony.”

She let go of him and turned her head the other way, not wanting him to see the flood of tears rushing through her cheeks and down her neck. She sat back down on the couch taking a long sip of her wine.

“Hey, c’mon now. Don’t turn your pretty face from me. How will you be able to shoot a snarky comment if you’re looking the other way.” His soft smile revealed a dimple she had never before noticed.

She smiled back at him and took a deep breath. “I need to calm down, premature wrinkles will not look good on me.”

“When did you become so wise? I feel like I’m face to face with the next Hemingway or something.” She added.

“Hopefully this story ends with less tragedy and more daquiris.”

“I believe his drink of choice was scotch and soda.”

“Agree to disagree, I guess.” He hummed as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and brought her closer. “Now, are you going to tell me why you brought that outfit?”

(Y/N) couldn’t help her face turning red. “It’s for the white elephant party you jerk.” She playfully shoved his shoulder.

“Can’t blame me for imagining you wearing it.” Bucky tried to hide his smile with his glass.

“You’re so gross.” She laughed.

Bucky stood up from the couch. “You want me to open another bottle?”

(Y/N) closed her eyes for a second, basking in the lovely music accompanied by the sound of the fire cracking. She shook her head. “I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

Bucky nodded and followed her up the stairs. “This is me.” (Y/N) smiled and opened the door, before she could close it Bucky took her hand.

“I had a really nice time tonight, and if you need someone to talk to in the middle of the night I’m just a door away.” He pointed towards the door across the hall. (Y/N)’s breath got caught when he came closer to her and placed a kiss on the edge where her lips met her cheeks. “Good night.”

“Yeah-um- good night to you too.” She stammered before closing the door and plopping herself on the bed. “I really need to stop drinking rose.” She muttered before placing her head on the pillow.

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rawliverandgoronspice · 9 months

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Hey, just wanted to say I love reading your analysis and thank you for being a ‘pioneer’ in TOTK critique on tumblr haha. Lately I started seeing more criticism videos popping up on youtube that are solid, but your analysis is still much more detailed and presents original and valid points. You really helped me to define and put down into words some subconscious feelings that I had about the game. I feel really bad for you (but not in a pitying way) when I see blogs like ‘zeldadeservesabreak’ who come at your analysis skills and are just so unreasonably rude unprovoked (aside from being just factually incorrect at times).

My theory is that it’s their maturity. My theory is that this happens because there are younger fans of the series who seek to have a deeper analysis and discussion about the narrative and aim to sound like a worthy debate opponent who is certain about their position and due to beginners confidence and inexperience in debate come off way too strong. Another small point to add, it peaks my curiosity seeing such devotion to a corporation (Nintendo). I ‘technically’ know why and how it happens, but I’m still always surprised to see someone being so devoted to defending and speaking for Nintendo.

Just wanted to assure you that there are us who greatly appreciate you sharing your thoughts and STILL engaging with questionable Asks after this. I wait for each post or reblog with anticipation and will share your blog with my friends as soon as they finish TOTK as they were really intrigued by the imperialist Rauru depiction. On the other hand, please don’t feel pressured to continue posting if it all gets too much at any point! Thank you for reading all of this if you did! Sorry for any mistakes and poor vocabulary, English is not my native language.

Hello!

Thank you so, so very much for this very kind ask. <3 And I'm sorry it took me a little long to get around to it, I am sick and my brain is not very cooperative. :(

I am really glad to know that there are more conversations happening outside of this little sphere. I scoured for these criticisms on Youtube in the first month and then pretty much gave up when they weren't coming up. I'm glad the conversation is widening, and I hope it keeps on happening over the years --not to hurt the game or its community, but just to encourage critical thought for one, and also just so Nintendo does a little better next time.

It might be maturity, but I am not... How do I put it. I don't think it is so much a question of age or even life experience than it being a question of, well, willingness to see yourself get destabilized a little bit. To me, a lot of the hostility that I've seen directed at these kind of theories are often extremely dismissive of the place they come from; they assume either overzealousness ( = you are seeing problems where there are none for ??? profit??? or just to pretend that you are morally purer than everybody else, which is a statement that never once looked like projection), confusion ( = don't you see the game tells you that this is good and this is bad ?), or bad faith ( = you are here to stir trouble for no reason, you are a troll). Very rarely do they actually engage with the arguments, but rather with the aesthetic quality of it; the way it rings to their ear, the way it is presented, and the intent they assume that led to these arguments being made in the first place. The best counter-arguments I have heard thus far who actually take what is being said into account can either be boiled down to: "I see your point, but it just doesn't bother me that much because of X, Y and Z who really touched me emotionally and I got invested in that (which is great and super valid in my opinion)", or: "I think Nintendo just didn't think about the effect of this decision and the way it weakened what they wanted to do, but I think the overall story of what they wanted to say overrules the way they achieved it, and I prefer focusing on the first rather than the latter (which is also completely legitimate)". I have not, so far, seen a better rebuttal than: it does not bother me personally for X or Y reason, but I am not denying that these might be problems to somebody else.

But yeah. It is the childhood, it is the safe space, it is good and uncomplicated, and so anything that hurts that wonderful piece of innocence that remains must be there with bad intentions. I assume this plays a huge role in the Nintendo Protection Squad, even when the criticism is honestly pretty mild all things considered.

(Also, if I may and as I close this subject: I think this is pretty interesting how it's only unreasonable to ask for a stronger narrative. If the combat had been subpar in TotK, I would not have cared that much personally honestly, but I'm pretty sure a *lot* of people would have complained and been extremely pissed at that, and this would have been an acceptable complaint to have --like the lack of dungeons was an acceptable complaint to wage against BotW. I don't think a great combat system with a lot of variation in approach is particularly more "the spirit of Zelda" than a simple, solid and well constructed story, but a lot of BotW players would probably disagree. Which is fine, the series is evolving, new standards are introduced! But why is this one the only standard that seems to be a reach too far, an unrealistic demand, something that *should* stay a non-priority even though it once clearly was one? Gamers and their approach to storytelling will forever perplex me honestly, which sucks given it's my job but whatever, you make your own hell etc)

But yeah. To be honest, I think a lot of people who don't really understand the "imperialist argument" do not lack for media literacy or analysis or maturity (I kind of am super tired of people throwing the "you have no media literacy!" at each other while never defining what they mean by that or never actually discussing what they actually disagree about), but maybe they do lack a little bit of political culture; especially culture about political communication. Which makes sense not to have or focus on a lot when you play a Zelda game, so. It's fine. vOv

It also does not escape my notice how a lot of the reticence to accept criticism gets the most virulent around the portrayal of power dynamics and race; even though I don't think any progressive fandom faced with a story that could be boiled down to "the good kingdom of the blonde, petite, blue-eyed heroes is invaded by a huge evil man from the desert with very racialized features who forcefully rules his all-women warriors in harem garbs" should bat an eye when some people say this sort of premice makes them uncomfortable and so should be handled very carefully, especially given the global rise of fascism, anti-immigration, and deadly islamophobia everywhere right now. It boggles my mind that this is even considered a controversial statement.

Like, discussing the shade and depth of Rauru's goatman *fur* as a way to counter the criticism that what birthed the character of Ganondorf is 5 racist tropes in a trenchcoat and should be navigated with more care than this is 2023 is so... deeply unserious to me. You know, sometimes things are a little iffy and can be acknowledged as such and then you can still like the Thing and it's fine, you don't even have to engage with the parts that make you uncomfortable, it's fine it's fineee.

But no need to worry about the effect of these kind of interactions on me, though it is very sweet to do so! <3 Let's say I'm not going to bed every night worrying about my critical thinking skills, my media literacy, or wondering whether or not I understand interactive narration haha

I am a little tired of talking about TotK in general tho, to be fully honest. I feel like I've kind of scraped the bottom of my takes, and I don't have a lot more to add --so the asks will probably slow down just by virtue of not repeating myself eternally, and wanting to extract myself from some of the discourse happening (also I just don't care enough about the game to put this much energy into it, it was never really meant to happen I just started receiving tons asks for some reason??? (thank you all!! it was really an Experience!!!! but thank you!!!) and then I replied to them, and then that got me more asks, etc etc, but yeah I never planned to talk about TotK that much haha)

But thank you so very very much again!

#asks #totk critical #ganondorf #zelda fandom critical #when will my brain return from the imprisoning war...#thank you for the ask!!!!#it was truly really really nice #kind of went off in a million directions like usual haha #and I did......... vaguepost. at some point #but also. what.#also don't worry English also isn't my native language <3

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has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong · 11 months

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Hey! I love your work, I always look forward to seeing your next post.If your not to busy could you do an enemies to lovers for the Cu Quadrant. Please and Thank you!

Hello, thank you for the nice compliments. I really appreciate your support of my headcanons :) It has meant a lot to me!

Usually my headcanon requests are closed, I'll give this one a go. because it's a cu one This is also a really interesting one, I've not seen this concept requested for Cu Chulainn very often, so this is a great challenge!! I may be a bit rusty, but I hope you'll like it.

Notes: SFW, some romance, insert character's gender is not mentioned/ gender neutral x canon

Fate Series Cu Chulainn (Proto, Lancer, Caster, Alter)- Enemies to Lovers Headcanons

Proto Cu

-Whether it be through a clash of ideals; being on opposing sides- or possibly from even invoking his pent-up anger- as Proto has a pretty short temper, it's not that hard to rile him up.

-However, although he is easily angered- to become his enemy may be more difficult than expected. He is more likely to view one as an enemy if the two of you bitterly clash over ideals he feels sensitive about; if you get in the way of those he wishes to protect; or are simply placed as opponents on different parts of the battlefield. Overall, it could either be a personally motivated dislike towards you, something that threatens his identity as 'Cu Chulainn'- or just him adhering to his duty.

-Those who aim to manipulate him or act as if they're superior will get dragged to equal ground. He will show them exactly why they shouldn't mess with him.

-Depending on context- Proto won't hold back in his disregard and frustrations towards you as an enemy. That means showcasing openly hostile behavior, glaring- the whole lot! Ever the one to struggle with composing himself and suppressing his emotions; although he's mature enough to work alongside you if need be- he'll openly showcase his contempt, dislike seeping from every pore.

-Get prepared for endless bouts of competition, heated debates and a lot of grumbling/ harsh banter shared between you both! Proto Cu is both an extremely fiery AND icy enemy to have, so you'll be butting heads a LOT. Though he does give off the impression of being a rather cool and relaxed character, deep down he has a lot of emotions churning inside- that may be aching to spill out.

-For example, if this is a combative enemies-to-lovers relationship, the two of you may be crossing weapons and awful lot, as well as having him challenge you to duels (he's very defensive over his pride). And even if it's a less combat orientated situation, he's still going to give you a rather hard time, doing his utmost to intimidate you into leaving him alone. He may give you a wide berth at first, as well.

-On the other hand, if the two of you are simply enemies due to being on opposite sides, it is more likely that he'll be less hostile; but certainly a lot colder in temperament at first- or at least until he gets to know you a little better. It may be his way of making his stance clear towards you: he is not one to be underestimated. Look down on Proto, and he'll rip you apart.

-That doesn't mean he'll be opposed to a bit of joking and humor, but if it's decreed that he must kill you, then Proto Cu will doggedly adhere to accomplishing such goals (that's why it's pretty scary to be his enemy sometimes, especially when he's willing to accomplish his tasks at any cost).

-In the case that you're both enemies that are made to work together, or grow to learn more about one another off the battlefield; though Proto will maintain a harsh and grumpy exterior at first (he'll likely complain a lot at first despite begrudgingly helping out anyway), he's a very open-minded lad. This means that the slightest thing that the two of you grow to enjoy talking about or doing together will be enough of a catalyst for him to gradually warm up towards you.

-If you're technically no longer an 'enemy', then there's a high chance that he'll come around eventually. He's not opposed to forgiveness.

-Over time, what starts off as a hostile relationship gradually ebbs into a rivalry, and erupts into friendly banter and many shared moments together, both of you growing closer by the day. By this time, Proto will likely start cracking jokes and maybe even lapsing into annoying pranks, as well as getting a bit more touchy-feely with you; cheerfully aiming to get a little on your nerves- at the same time as gradually letting you into his world.

-It's a natural development, and depending on what sides of you he gets to see; Proto Cu may quickly latch on, becoming rather attached now that he knows that he can genuinely rely on you. Though there's still a lot of back-and-forth banter, and some harsh jabs; he's now genuinely happy to be around you!

-Things may start to take a turn for the strange once his affections start to develop. Despite still operating as rivals, he becomes louder, bawdier and even more of a show-off than ever before; almost as if he's yearning for your attention. Red eyes sparkling whenever you respond in kind, the relationship begins to take an interesting new turn... (also just when did your volleys of banter become so tempting, so alluring?! Proto can't quite handle the heat anymore.)

-As for romance, seeing as you were former enemies; he may be a bit prideful in regards to letting his feelings known, preferring if you were to yield your heart to him first (it'd fill his heart with joy). But as it's Proto, he's not going to be able to hide them that well, as he's not quite as talented at concealing his deeper emotions as the other Cu are.

-It's likely that the romantic development may occur at the most unlikely of times and in a very surreal way, but when it does; it's a moment full of unrestrained passion.

-As lovers, it's bound to be a fun time; as the two of you can keep one another on your toes. There's still a lot of competition and some clashes of pride, but now love and affection rings true within every gesture and touch (also he's much more easily flustered).

-Over time, the atmosphere evens into one of a deep mutual affection. He's so glad that such a strong bond of trust has formed between you both, and hopes that things can stay this way... he'd be heartbroken if you were to return to being foes again.

Lancer Cu

-Lancer's famous quote is 'yesterday's enemy is today's drinking buddy!' This likely means that his views on whether a person is his enemy or not are rather unpredictable, and can change by the day. Just like Proto, it's not that hard to get under his skin, but as he's rather laid back (but also relentless) it would likely be a struggle to become his enemy long-term.

-Similar to Proto, it's more likely that he'll either personally dislike someone (they may insult his pride, or they may clash over ideals that are dear to him, or he may even just dislike their vibes); or simply see them as an enemy because they are in the way of him accomplishing his goals, or are threatening those who he cares for. In that way, I believe that him and Proto are more or less the same in this sense.

-Lancer also seems to dislike those who talk circles around him, as well as those who play him for a fool. Things will go sour at an incredibly fast rate if anybody tries to pull one over Lancer: he'll not only avoid them, but if they really insult his pride, Lancer will overpower them enough to force them to respect him. He'll claw any sense of superiority away; but will still work alongside them if he has to.

-Lancer definitely seems to enjoy bantering and playing around with his enemies before finishing them off- however once they unleash his temper, there's no holding back. He will absolutely eviscerate them, rendering them to dust. His approach to enemies can range from being rather playful and laid-back, to being downright terrifying and murderous at times.

-Depending on as to what made you enemies in the first place, he may range from regarding you rather neutrally, to even extremely coldly. However, if you managed to win his respect upon the battlefield, or in terms of your competing wits etc. then he will definitely acknowledge you as a worthy opponent. But similarly to Proto, he will bite back, and regard you rather harshly at times, showcasing just how intimidating he can be.

-However, if the situation changes, and the two of you are made to work as a team; then he'll help out at any cost. And if it's an entertaining time or he finds a bit of common ground, then he likely won't take that long to warm up to you. All Cu are rather accepting individuals, and that acceptance does extend to even his enemies.

-But that doesn't mean he'll hold back though. Lancer will likely bruise you with some sharp comments and extremely caustic wit- shooting right to the heart of how exactly he feels and regards you as a person. Lancer is not one to pull his punches against a rival!!

-Even when playfully ribbing and bantering with you as a former enemy, he will still showcase in his demeanor that he's not one to mess with; emphasizing just how powerful he is. Even if you're allies now, he will cut you down if you betray him.

-Although if said rival was to invite him for a drink or a good meal... then who would he be to decline?! Despite any ill will he may hold against them, Cu will let all bygones be bygones; celebrating passionately by the side of even his most disliked foes if the occasion calls for it.

-Even better if you're up for some training or a good spar, nothing quite beats venting out his frustrations in a battle. It won't be long before he develops a sense of respect towards them. As for trust, well... that may be a much greater challenge to develop.

-He will ABSOLUTELY get a kick out of making jabs and jeering at his 'enemy-turned-ally', making fun out of them and exchanging light quips in the hopes of annoying them. Even better if you entertain him when he does, Lancer wholly enjoying the reactions he can inspire from you.

-As the two of you begin to hang out in earnest, running into one another and even enjoying fun activities by one another's side; Lancer's perspective begins to shift (rather quickly). Though you get under his skin at times, and you clash a lot- he genuinely enjoys it.

-He gets a kick out of being able to both volley a bit of hostility and friendly support with you at the same time; and before the two of you even realise it, you've become staple part of one another's lives.

-Could this be a rivalry, or something more?? Who knows, Lancer likes to just enjoy things as is. If it's due time for flirting, then so be it. To him there may be nothing wrong with engaging in a bit of passionate romance with a former enemy, especially if it feels good; and the feeling is mutual!

-The progression from enemies to lovers is bound to flow rather naturally. If it happens, he won't be opposed to it at all. Besides now this levels the playing field even more- now he can challenge you in the field of love as well!!

-Even if his lover was formerly his enemy, Lancer will still treasure them dearly, wishing to have an overall good time, overjoyed to finally hold them close. Hopefully the two of you will never become enemies again- he's not sure how well his heart would handle it, no matter how nonchalantly he acts on the surface.

-But for now, he'll cherish every moment as lovers to the utmost (and thanks to your rivalry, it means there's even more room for adventure and fun, which he's grateful for).

Caster Cu

-In terms of motivations for becoming enemies, I feel as if Caster Cu would be overall very similar to Proto and Lancer. Personal motivations, duty, clashes over ideals, disliking one another's vibes, simply being on opposite ends of the battlefield; or being a threat to his loved ones- would all be possible means behind becoming his enemy.

-But I also feel as if he has a very strong energy of 'NOTHING PERSONAL, KID'. As in, if the two of you are enemies, then he may be rather nonplussed about it, especially if he deems the situation as 'not that deep'. Whether it ends in him fighting you to the death or avoiding you, then he'll do whatever he deems is best for the situation.

-Even the way he regards his foes may vary wildly, from those who he views as just happening to face the bad luck of being his enemy, to some that he will direct his utmost wrath towards. I can imagine him showcasing some frustration or reacting negatively to someone who annoys him, but I feel like Caster is generally even less hostile than Proto and Lancer. However, that doesn't mean he won't hesitate to destroy them if it aligns with his duty, or if he deems it correct to do so.

-They would really have to anger him or hurt those who he cares deeply for in order for Caster to become completely murderous and full of rage towards them; and once he reaches that stage, he'll be a horrifying foe to compete against, willing to dive to any lengths to destroy his enemies.

-So with that in mind, Caster is likely to be a pretty chill enemy to have. He won't hesitate to knock a foe with his staff and runes if need be, but if you're working as a team; then he'll go with it- whilst grumbling all the way. He is the wise one, and therefore as a result, he will try to be the bigger person (but if you're picking a fight, then hell, he'll absolutely oblige!!!)

-However, it must be noted that this is the same Caster who once hosted an illegal gambling ring in the Kara no Kyoukai event. He's definitely got just as much of a dangerous side as Proto and Lancer, but what makes Caster an even more terrifying enemy is that he's extremely good at concealing his deeper emotions at times. This means that if need be, he could totally manipulate the hell out of an enemy, trapping them within his web (but as to whether he would or not is context dependent).

-In conclusion, Caster as an enemy is a mystery to me as well, as his approach can vary wildly; and he also can change his attitude towards an enemy pretty quickly as well. As soon as you're his ally, he too will work alongside you- despite any reservations he may hide inside.

-Caster can be very direct with his feelings as well though, so he may be similar to Proto and Lancer in which he may avoid you at first, openly grumble and complain to you about how he dislikes you; laugh at you and tease you in a pretty annoying manner, as well as enjoying being a bit of a pain towards you. He'll still help you as an ally- though that doesn't mean you'll be safe from Caster's jabs, as this guy knows how to smack people in the face with some painfully direct honesty!!

-As time progresses, the teasing rapidly picks up in pace, Caster indulging heavily in having a bit of fun! It's nice, for the two of you to have such a chill time as enemies. Always up for a good time, he invites you out sometimes. There's never a dull moment between you both, even occasionally giving one another a pat on the back for support.

-In addition to that, mutual support goes a long way for Caster. Just knowing that you're there to help out in a pinch-despite serving as former enemies- is more than enough motivation for him to give his all to helping you as well. With every assist comes a fist bump, with every save comes a hearty meal and some good company. It's becoming rather comforting for him to be around you, happy to just kick back; test some new moves- and have an overall exciting time by your side.

-Bygones are definitely bygones by this point. He doesn't mind the past of your relationship at all. What matters more is how the two of you relate to one another right now!!

-Now as for romance, Caster's got a few too many secrets locked within that heart of his, so I'd assume that any romantic developments will be more likely to be of the casual kind at first. Banter evolves into flirting as he teasingly asks if you'd wanna get a bit more... intimate for the night(?!); displaying a clear attraction towards you, yet also giving no clue as to how deeply his feelings may lie.

-Depending on how you answer, things may be 'played by ear' at first. Abandoned cigarettes, wandering hands beneath a waning moon, drifting forest beds that disappear beneath a misty breeze...it'll likely start off as a very spontaneous and exhilarating time.

-As lovers, Caster may remain a mystery at first; but that doesn't mean he won't unravel along the way....

-Honestly, Caster Cu romance headcanons stump me every time. I do think he'd be similar to Lancer and Proto overall, just with more secrets and mystery this time around.

Cu Alter

-In terms of the other Cu Chulainn, they tend to wrangle between balancing their sense of duty with their many emotions; sometimes even struggling to express what's going on within. However, as Cu Alter claims to be lacking in emotion, he serves as a complete juxtaposition to the others, in the way in which he's managed to somehow place duty and instinct above all else.

-In this case, it is probable that Cu Alter would simply destroy an enemy if need be. That's his duty as a tool, after all. To remove all threats, gouging into them with his spear. At first, he views you no differently; entirely committed to his job. Personal thoughts be damned, only actions reign supreme with him.

-However, in the case that the enemy is a good fighter or keeps him on his toes- giving him full permission to unshackle his restraints- then Cu Alter may subconsciously enjoy things a little. Not that he'd admit it aloud, though.

-If he has an enemy that he isn't allowed to kill (i.e. a teammate) or is around an enemy he dislikes for reasons that don't place them as being in the way of his job, then Alter will likely just avoid them as much as he possibly can, and use intimidation as a means to scare them away if they push his boundaries. And if he can't scare them off, well... he'll begrudgingly suffer through their presence if need be.

-Cu Alter will absolutely threaten this enemy at first, pointing his spear directly at them; trying to overpower them with his terrifying aura and presence. If you're not aware of who he's meant to playing the role of by now, then he'll make it abundantly clear how you should see him, especially seeing as he has yet to view you as an ally himself.

-Fear him, despise him. He's your enemy, after all. He doesn't want your mercy, but a rematch? He'll be down for that!!

-He is pretty hostile in general, threatening those who dare to tread close; and openly barking orders and insults, so an enemy of his will be subjected to very similar treatment- only likely to an even worse extent, as he will dislike their company at first.

-It will take quite a while for the relationship to improve. Cu Alter is not as likely as the other Cu to openly showcase his growing affections towards a former enemy.

-However, if Cu Alter grumbles some advice that sounds like sharp insults, that is a very good sign that he may actually like you enough to care about your health. And if his tail starts wagging whenever you're nearby... that's a brilliant sign that he may be secretly coming around to not just tolerating- but genuinely appreciating- your presence!

-The change from being enemies to allies will likely be so subtle that it can be easily missed. Cu Alter doesn't seem quite as friendly nor as open as the others, and won't forgive so quickly; but on the other hand, seeing as he views himself as a beast of instinct- how he regards someone as an enemy may be slightly different to expected.

-This may manifest in him also joining you for events sometimes, or in letting down his mighty walls ever-so-slightly. You may start to see him more often, as he may make less of a concentrated effort to avoid you, and will likely start sharing a few opinions on things (rarely). At some point, he may let his previous grudges go (or maybe not).

-And if you're a lover of combat, then holy moly; he'll be absolutely bouncing off the walls for some simulator training or sparring together (not that he'll openly state that though). In terms of FGO, I feel like Cu Alter may also be more willing to join the former enemy on missions once he grows to care for them, although he's the type to join even his worst enemy on the battlefield if need be.

-As for romantic development, it may be very subtle. It could possibly show in him not minding you being by his side, spiky tail wagging with earnest. Protecting you whenever you're in danger. Listening to you- even when he complains and grumbles at you. If he even goes as far as to openly declare his intent to serve you with his all... then his feelings will likely run very deeply.

-In terms of romance, Cu Alter is very likely to be more action-orientated, as his feelings often come out as a mangled lump; unable to make them clear. One thing is certain though- now that you're no longer foes, he feels somewhat... comfortable around you, almost in awe of how far things have progressed.

#fgo #cu chulainn #cu chulainn prototype #caster cu chulainn #cu alter #lancer cu chulainn #gilgablog #gilgawriting #i get so nervous writing about cu lol. this character... i feel a lot of emotions when writing about him #cu . his emotions. he has so many of them. what an onion he is

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