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exiledelle · 4 months

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so ever since i saw undertale yellows merciless route, ive been having a thought about it:

which is also helped by me having had a big interest in undertale aus back in the day dfhjkg

UNDERTALE YELLOW MERCILESS SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

what would happen afterward in that timeline? what happens to the underground after asgore is killed, and theyre shot back to square one?

what would happen if frisk still fell down in that timeline?

so if youll excuse my still-practicing pixel art (i did end up grabbing the hat and pistol off a clover spritesheet on spriters resource though, and the pose and poncho were built off a couple kris sprites), a small sprite edit, and a maybe-meh teen clover design:

for right now im calling this Vengeance AU for a lack of a better name that wouldnt just be [blank]tale or under[blank], with or without a "yellow" attached

also i made clover a teen just to set this version of them apart, plus a blue, starry poncho instead of their usual bandana, and spurs on their boots

(IF ANYONE PICKS THIS AU UP FOR ANTHING, CLOVER AND FRISK (and chara, if included) USE THEY/THEM PRONOUNS!!)

an au where after the events of yellows merciless run, frisk still falls down mt ebott, whether because of clover, or their own reason,

but clover, who once made the climb themself to get vengeance for the other 5 fallen humans, isnt about to let yet another go missing under their watch, and decides to chase after them, and bring them back home. by force, if necessary.

so it ends up with frisks journey through the underground being constantly chased by clover. and while clover doesnt want to intentionally hurt frisk, since their motivation is the "protection" of humankind, it would still no doubt be terrifying for frisk, and clover WILL hurt the monsters.

ruins end up being mostly the same, minus clovers pursuit. toriel, still locked in the ruins, probably wouldnt have heard about asgores death, and would only realize upon seeing clover, grown up, covered in dust, and detached from the world around them.

outside though, things would take a much more bleak turn.

the royal guard is more present after a surge of recruitment, monsters have mostly accepted that theyre stuck down there for eternity, some making the most of it and trying to live happily, others not so much. and when it comes to humans, monsterkind is just a little more on-edge.

papyrus also ends up being recruited, however hes only a lookout/watchman, and not a fully-fledged guardsman, due to undynes biases. she WOULD have preferred he wasnt hired at all, but the guard was desperate, and didnt have many other volunteers

also due to hotlands evacuation at the time, martlets final stand is mostly forgotten, only seen as a rumor with little ground. the only thing people know of is that there was a strange withered flower on the roof of the apartments, but no one thinks anything of it. there is, however, still a lingering resentment in the air around it that makes monsters uneasy, but also weirdly enough, like theres someone watching over all of them

other than that, im not too sure where this au would go, how frisk would end up dealing with clover by the end, or even if frisk would end up in places like the dunes or steamworks, or if theyd stick to roughly the same areas.

i mostly just thought itd be interesting to start to imagine how different things would be, and considering clovers personality and motivations in merciless, i thought itd be interesting if they became an antagonist, following frisk down to drag them back

i might think more on this and add stuff onto it in the future, but for right now this is all there is, but people are free to build on it in their own ways, if they like!! (and/or send an ask and i can TRY to think of an answer, but knowing myself i cant promise anything)

#undertale yellow #undertale yellow spoilers #clover uty #ellesprites #elle rambles #vengeance au #undertale #undertale au #frisk

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fatuismooches · 8 months

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FUCK DAMN IT i have another angst im so sorry but its okay i... made it possible for a happy ending dw!!!! im finally talking about fragile!reader again

it has been months since you've fallen back into a vegetative state. teetering at the edge of life and death. inside a massive glass capsule that glowed blue as you float inside, preserving you, keeping you away from death. a futile attempt but... it's a must. he cannot work on you like he did before after his decision to kill off all of his segments...

his laboratory never felt so empty. only him, the buzzing of the machinery that kept you alive, and alone in his thoughts.

dottore hasn't been doing well... he hasn't showed up in meetings, nor accepted any visitation from other harbingers. he couldn't be bothered by them at this moment, not when he has almost lost you and now you're slipping from his fingertips.

going through your old stuff for comfort, he stumbles upon a very ancient contraption, probably something he made before for you. it was... a recording device it seems, though it is so outdated he had to reverse engineer it, as well as make another device that could actually run the recording inside it of. he didn't mind at all, it kept him busy, it kept him distracted.

and as soon as he pressed play, he regretted it.

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the screen was nothing but white and black fuzz, white noise emanating from the recording, before it slowly began gaining color, and subtle form.

"gods, why does he make things always so complicated- this thing is so poorly engineered, did he really make this as a gift for me?"

your voice, high-pitched and young. annoyed as the recording glitches, loud thumps coming from the screen. the recording miraculously got fixed, albeit a bit glitched.

"there you go!" you smile, pointing the device at your face. "so, zandik got this for my birthday. it was very sweet of him actually, to make me something so cool!" you hum happily, walking toward somewhere the recording wouldn't see, "gonna use this to record some shit that happens on our everyday lives, so i can look back and laugh at everything happened when i graduate."

and so the recording showed dottore as such.

from your bickering, walking to the akademiya, recordings of his younger self rambling about something, funny moments like a concoction he made exploded and covered him with pink dust, experiments dottore long forgotten, your smiles, your laughs, you simply talking about your day, or ranting about your frustrations, to you talking about how much you loved him...

then, the recordings grew shorter. less lively. slow.

like you had when your illness first started showing signs.

the recordings grew less energetic, but more calm and soothing. whispers of sweet nothings, loving confessions, soft giggles, coughing here and there, holding his hand and calling him so many sweet nicknames, the view outside your window, birds flying and flora dancing along the wind...

then the last recording plays, and it was you, holding an instrument, with an iv drip attached to your arm.

dottore remembers this. it was when you first passed out due to your illness while you were out on an exhibition and almost didn't make it back to the akademiya for medical attention.

"hi zandik," your voice, still soothing despite the rasp in it, "for a while... i wanted to make you something... it was supposed to be a device but... i could barely hold my tools without dropping them after a while..." a small sad laugh slips past your lips.

"so i'll just give you this. something i made in my spare time... considering i've been doing nothing but rest on my bed."

and it was a song. with you tapping to pens onto a metal surface, a slow and steady rhythm, just enough for you to be able to play it with ease. it started off with a sweet hum of a tune he recognized, a tune you've been singing ever since you were young, and then you sang.

he could tell that you were struggling, shoulders shaking and taking in sharp shallow breaths in between your singing. but you powered through, singing with a heavenly voice.

it was all about him. and how much you loved him, how much you adored him and wished to love him even more. to hold him in your arms and call him yours forever and more, to kiss him, to hug him. you listened everything you liked about him, how you felt before you confessed, how you felt when you were with him, how you wanted to be part of his lips.

forever and more.

then you ended with a cough, blood dripping down the corner of your lips, face contorted in pain.

"ah... that was the best i could do..." you say sadly, turning away from the recording device, too ashamed to look. "im not sure if you'll ever see this, but... i really did put my heart and soul..." you look back with a smile, eyes teary and glimmering. "i trust that you will cure me, no matter what. and i hope you know i appreciate it, for everything you do to me. i know that you love me more than you'll ever admit, and i hope you know that i'll love you, even in this wretched fragile state...

you're my world zandik, i love you so, so much.

and if... if i pass on... please, i beg of you.

take care of yourself, i wouldn't want to see my lover become so miserable.

if you ever need reassurance, play my song. i like to think it's everything how i feel for you in a nutshell.

see you, my love."

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some fatui soldiers, especially the new recruits, think that a section of the palace was haunted. specifically dottore's.

they say they hear the singing of a voice, it echoed through the silent, empty halls, for days, never stopping, only looping.

it was soothing, at first. before it became haunting.

it never stopped.

it just kept singing.

singing and singing and singing, filling the silence in the cold, cold palace.

and as you sing, dottore would stare onto your sleeping body. inside a machine, floating, with death looming behind his back.

he will save you, no matter what.

perhaps then he could hear you sing the song you made all those years ago from your lips.

sorry :) promise no more angst next time ,, im glad u like my writing smooches i love yours too,, ty for indulging my insanity 😭😭

KAIIII OH GOSH IT JUST KEPT GETTING MORE AND MORE SAD, IM CRYING 😭 You know what... i give you permission to keep sending me angst... it's so good but in a heart-stomping-crushing way 😍 I WILL ALWAYS INDULGE YOUR SANITY 😤😤❤️

Dottore wishes he was smarter.

It's an odd thing for a man such as himself to wish, in fact, him "wishing" for anything was entirely strange, for he was certainly one of the most knowledgeable people in all of Teyvat. But looking at you, having regressed back into a coma, he doubts it. He has paid a price for everything he's learned, and none of it has bothered him, yet none of it has been helpful in this endeavor. He's tried everything in all of his great minds, yet nothing. Dottore wonders what would the ultimate price to pay for knowledge would be, but he quickly acknowledges that he wouldn't care if it meant finally saving you.

He remembers the day when you simply fell back asleep. Dottore had thought that you would stick beside him for a while longer at least. To skip around the lab looking around, to bother him to take breaks. But one day it simply stopped. Zandik felt empty. Wasn't centuries of loneliness enough? Just when he thought he could revel in your company again, it was over in the blink of an eye? And he was truly alone. No longer did the thoughts of his other segments buzz in his mind or the lab. Without them, there was far too much to be done. Only him, you, and work existed. But really, you were no longer here.

With them and you gone, he realizes how truly tedious it is to be a Harbinger. No longer could he send a segment to the meetings or extra work, and no longer did he have you for comfort. But he doesn't particularly care right now, he'll just pass most of it off to random agents. You are far more important, yet no matter how much time he pours into his research, he seems no step closer to healing you.

Zandik decides to enter your room. He'd already gone through his own items of yours multiple times. It was completely untouched, the bed made up without a wrinkle, shelves collecting dust. It was very you, having planned out the decoration yourself with the clones helping you. He doesn't realize how much stuff you have stuffed into room, though he recognizes most of it as you always liked to show him your things. Until he encounters something that he knows belongs to an era long forgotten. The recording device looked as if it had gone through war, he almost thought it was broken until he decided to look more into it and give it a try using his own technology. If this was something of yours, it deserved that kind of treatment, anyway.

Zandik doesn't know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. As soon as he sees your face and voice come into frame, his smile drops. Your smile and words, so happy. Albeit a bit annoyed and sassy, but he loved that. He had almost forgotten what your voice sounded when it was like that, for you struggled to speak in that tone now. You're wearing the Akademiya's uniform, your mouth grinning from end to end. He faintly recognizes the dorm as the background, neat and tidy as you liked to keep it. A part of him knows he needs to turn it off, to turn it off right now, or else. But he's transfixed.

He doesn't know how much time goes by, but he watches it. All of it. Some of it is complete silence of you literally just recording him (he has no clue how he didn't notice some of this stuff). Some of it is you simply making silly faces at the device while his younger self's voice yells out in the background at you. Some of it is him cussing out former professors and students as you try to hide your cackles. Some of it is you holding him as he slept in your arms. And some of it is just utter nonsense and idle chit-chat. But all of his senses are tuned into it.

But it was easy to recognize the change. It had started slowly. No longer were you bouncing around all excitedly. The backgrounds of the videos were no longer very unique. It was mostly in the dorm, the Akademiya, or the forest on good days, the only places where your body could take you during those times. Your voice had grown more quiet, you struggled to quip back and banter with him like you used to. It seemed like you focused more on tender moments with him than before. Yet in one instance you accidentally dropped the device with a huge crash and a string of curses flew out your mouth, then soft apologies to him followed.

Zandik's face is expressionless when the last recording plays, but he is unsettled by how vividly he remembers that particular day. He was... scared for you. It leaves a horrible taste on his tongue, both the incident and the feeling. As you speak, he feels both dread and interest as to what your words will be.

And you sing. Out of all things, you sing. Now that he thinks about it, he remembers you scribbling onto paper with pen quite frequently when you were bedridden, but he didn't think too much of it since he was already too preoccupied with how he was going to save you. So you were composing. About him of all things. And you were in pain, so much pain from merely singing. And yet you looked happy, you were on the verge of hacking your lungs out but there was still a soft smile on your face, as you professed your love for him unabashedly and proudly. And even at the end, when you're crying and panting from all the effort, you're smiling. Normally, he likes seeing you smile, but this kind of smile is not one of them. If it weren't for his gloves, he would have surely drawn blood by now from how hard he was balling his fists.

Yes, he did love you more than he'd ever admit. And that was why this was not the end.

The older Fatui tell stories of when the second Harbinger's clones used to occupy the palace and lab, running about and bickering with each other. Yet the new ones can only tell tales of an eerie voice echoing throughout the corridor. The voice wasn't professional. But it was soothing, nice, good. But hearing it over and over again was starting to cause the regular agents to freak out.

No one could ever find out what or who it was, or where exactly it came from. Many came to accept that it was a normal occurrence. Especially Dottore. At least with this tape, he could never forget what your sweet voice was like, no matter if a century or two or three or more passed by again. He had every last word memorized in his mind, but it wasn't enough. Of course it wasn't, when the real deal was lying asleep in front of him, but it was a sufficient and lovely replacement for now.

As every morning and night passes by, a single thought constantly makes its way into his mind - 'I will save you.' And then maybe, you'll be able to sing that song without coughing throughout. A perfect rendition. Though, he would like to see if you could release a newer edition of it, considering how much he has changed.

I AM EXPLODING BC OF U KAI 😭😔😨😨🫠🫠

#smooches talks #moots: kai <3 #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #ur angst is SOOOO good bro idc if im crying im eating it up 😭#ngl ive been brainrotting abt reader being able to play the lyre for some reason #UGHHH IM GONNA BE REREADING THIS SM 💥💥💥💥

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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matt with super shy reader and he loves introducing her as his and his gf because he knows it flusters her

as socially awkward girl myself, this was perfect. but now that ive finished writing it I have realised I might not have accurately wrote this to your request. the reader is accurate, it’s just Matt. if it’s not how you envisioned, I won’t be offended if you send in another request- and I’ll redo it:)) but thank you for requesting and hope you like it💌

meeting Matt’s friends (matt x f reader)

wc || <1k

warnings || none

masterlist + rules

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For the last week you had been dreading this day, plans were arranged to have a get-together dinner at Matt’s apartment. You’ve been to his place many times, so that wasn’t the scary part, the scary part was today you’d finally be meeting the important people in Matt’s life. You had met Foggy briefly a couple of times, so you felt a little more confident in that aspect, but today you’d also be meeting Karen and Frank. You’ve been hounding Matt relentlessly, trying to gather as many details as possible without making it weird, you wanted to feel prepared because unfortunately, your brain had a tendency to turn blank when you spoke to new people.

They could be here any moment and you felt nerves bubble in your stomach, you wanted to be sick. What if they don’t like you? How should you speak? How should you sit? Should you shake their hands or hug them?

You knew you’d be fine, it was just the thought of meeting and talking to new people.

You were in the kitchen just finishing up the last touches on dinner as Matt set the table, hearing the door knock made your heart fall to your stomach. He flashes you a quick smile before getting the door. Listening to the incoherent conversation, you flatten over the front of your clothes to meet your guest.

“Where’s Marci?” Matt asks sounding concerned.

“Sorry I forgot to tell you, she’s at home- she’s not well.”

Feeling some relief when you see Foggy. You were glad it was him first, it was a way to warm you up.

“Hi.” You quietly greet as you walked towards him.

“Hey, how’ve you been?” Foggy asks sweetly.

“I’ve been good- thank you. How are you?”

“Yeah I’m good thank you, had a busy week.”

For a moment you had forgotten you were in a conversation and your mind blanked.

“He’s been taking lead on that case we’re doing.” Matt says, almost saving you and giving you more material to make conversation with.

“From what I hear, it’s a really gory case.” You say to Foggy.

“It is… our client is the husband and the way he describes the incident is just horrific. I could never imagine being in that situation.”

“Is it true about what they say? About the wife?” You ask him, genuinely intrigued.

“You can’t tell anyone I said this… but I think so. There are tonnes of documentation.” Foggy replies almost secretively. Both taking a seat on the sofa as you chatted, telling him your theories.

In the corner of your eye, you could see Matt smile at you both, listening to the way your heart calmed and how you felt more comfortable as the conversation progressed. Matt leaves you and Foggy to get the door, to welcome Frank and Karen.

The three of them walk into the living room to greet you and Foggy.

“This is my girlfriend.” Matt grins widely gesturing towards you.

“Hi.” You say, forcing a friendly smile. You felt so flustered.

“Hey.” Karen said warmly as she walked over to hug you. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“And you.” You sweetly reply, smiling at her.

“Hey, kid.” Frank roughly says, politely double kissing your cheeks.

“Hi, good to meet you.”

By what Matt told you about Karen, you knew that you’d instantly like her, it was just Frank that intimidated you, but you know he means well.

You and Karen take a seat at the table to resume your conversation while the guys plate up dinner.

They serve the dishes and you all tuck in. Matt reassuringly squeezes your thigh, his gesture telling you that you did a good job.

Dinner talk flowed easily as Foggy cracked a few jokes at the start. It helped lighten the mood and allowed you to relax and enjoy yourself. Frank had made a couple of jabs at Matt's expense, which warranted him a few scolding glances from Karen. Everything just seemed to work and you felt silly for feeling so flustered earlier. Matt has some really great friends and you actually couldn’t wait to meet them again.

#matt murdock #matthew murdock #matt murdock fem!reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matthew murdock x reader #matthew murdock x you #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil

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emerxshiu · 17 days

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rat brainrot going hard

sorry for not posting this week, i was cooking some stuff but this drawing took almost the entire week to do, worst part, it was a shitpost

i still dont know why this took me so much

so uh, almost all my drawings this week have been related to this two(and lis) so much so that i struggled because i wanted to draw other things so i would just stare at a blank sheet of paper for over half an hour, god that was torture, tho i dont mind drawing the sillies, sometimes it gets a bit boring drawing the same over and over y'know? im also going to take this as an opportunity to ramble about my forgo gijinka, because surprisingly i hadnt done that yet.

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ok now to actually talk about the wet rat

ive tried doing a gijinka of em since i joined the fandom (my first gijinka was fecto elfilis (well not really they were fnaf, but i mean when i got into kirby and when i started using the term gijinka))

but most of the time it just looked like elfilin but like...evil, with a different ear and a hospital gown, thats it, so i barely drew them since i didnt like that, but on february, i actually sketched an idea that i liked, and thought it looked cute but a bit off (i mean off in a good way)

(yes im posting this image again because i think its the best drawing of my forgo (im very inconsistent with my style ok))

they have their eyes closed most of time, like in game, i considered giving them legs but i ended up with the tail, since i didnt want to end up with like a fourth evil elfilin, the arms are like that so i can have em be small and weird like in the actual game, but i also made it so they can like change it, that way i can make em have hands and stuff if necessary (like to hold that frying pan for example)

not sure if a lot of you notice it but um, bro has no neck, i took away his neck privileges, i did it just to see but i ended up falling in love with that and stuck around, and also that allows me to draw them bending their head like in the drawing above because their neck isnt necking and i like that, i like being able to draw characters doing stuff that shouldnt be anatomically possible or is abnormal (i did something a bit similar with void) thair clothes are rugged because well forgotten land you know what i mean, but in general theyre actually pretty simple

i also did the drawing in digital

i tried doing very sketchy lineart, i tried a new brush in this one and thats the one im using for my last drawings (not sure if anyone noticed the brush change) it was pain painting it because i did it all with the brush in the same size, not changing it, god did my hands hurt and it was a bad idea

i accidentaly downloaded the following 3 drawings twice lol

sleepy zzzz

i think they would wear something like this to sleep, i dunno i just wanted to draw em in something cute, and sleepy, with elfilin slippers (the mug also has elfilin btw) oh and also i like changing their hair, here one of their long bangs is tied into a bow, kinda like callie from splatoon, i have some drawing im probably wont post, one more of forgo wich looks very much like the upper one but like eyes closed, and one of fecto elfilis gyaru because my sister asked me to draw them like that, bad thing is i didnt look up references on gyaru since i couldnt use my phone at the moment, i did like the hair i did for them in that one tho, they have their bangs tied up in a bun, and then left the rest loose, making it look longer than it actually is. i might redraw it, but actually looking up gyaru so i can make something more accurate, i like the style, but im not too informed on it

elfilin being silly like a kitty :p

not much more to say on this, just sillines :3

there is totally not a cropped drawing there

based on the kirby manga, where they make it so elfilis sings really bad, at first i didnt like it that much since i had imagined they'd sign great, but after i while i started to find it a bit cute so now its a headcanon, they like to sing but suck at it.

writing this just made me remember i wanted to do another drawing too for this with kirby and them singing, but i forgot to do it, im kinda tired (and its late) ill probably draw it, but for next post or another one

tried drawing fecto forgo as a plushie, silly.

i wanna learn how to sew so i can make plushies of characters (like prince fluf!) but im way too lazy, i will get around it some day! (hopefully)

elfilin too as a plush

i also wanna learn to sculpt, i tried doing a clay kirby once, but one his feet broke in half, and one day my mom put it in a box, and his eyes fell off and stuck to the box :(

i really wanna do figures for characters i like or dont have enough merch or my ocs (prince fluff, flamberge, fecto elfilis)

but as i said, im way too lazy and unmotivated, though its be nice, one day, maybe one day if i stop procrastinating

it doesnt have the same ring to it as "feto rata mojada alien" wich is how my sister and i call them (she doesnt know that much about kirby, but i sometimes show her my drawings (reluctantly sometimes, but im the older so like >:) she has too if she wants to show me her stuff too))

silly rat and wet rat, thats how i call em (because wet rat alien fetus is too long sometimes)

you can tell the brainrot was too strong (were near done(kinda))

they gain a mouth whenever i fell like it very much

artblock hit, and all the rest of pages i stared at them for 30 minutes

it felt weird looking at my fecto elfilis with the eyes so big, it looked off (in a weird way)

dunno, tried drawing them in a different pose i i dunno really

i think these are from tuesday. i did more but those were oc (mostly splatoon) or other kirby character related, and i want this to be a rat post (might post those tommorow or another day maybe)

i dunno (x2), i tried drawing elfilin like elfilis, i really liked the hands here. i still struggle a bit with anatomy but i think this was quite good for my usual character just stading looking at the front or a quarter profile. im considering making this into a fully digital drawing, what do i say by considering im actually doing that fuck it, i just think it looks kinda cool

"This new creation, driven by pure chaos, was defeated by the bright light of Kirby's hope."

Chaos Elfilis reminds me of a moth. kirby's hope is a bright light.

you can see my thought process. i just thought itd be a bit cute and kinda silly and funny.

the kirby fandom wiki, said that chaos elfilis looked akin to a moth, and it just stuck with me, so i wanted my gijinka of them to be moth inspired, and thats when i saw just how cute moths are! i mean im still a bit scared of insects but at least now i kinda like em.

i feel like i need to say sorry to that one moth i desintegrated in a matter of seconds with a book because i thought it was an spider and didnt think (im so sorry little guy)

but ah yeah elfilis, moth, it made sense to me since chaos elfilis has the soul of morpho knight, who is a butterfly, and moths are kinda like butterflies too. and i thought itd be cute

so uh yeah i sometimes like making my chaos elfilis be a bit like a moth, that includes liking light, a lot, so uh kirby is like a lamp in here because i said so

now to talk about the desing since for some reason i hadnt earlier, as i said before, they are very moth inpired so uh im might say that word way too many times (im sorry i suck at explaining stuff)

their horns are thinner to resemble moth anntenae, and they curve just because i thought it look cool, and to differentiate it a bit from fecto elfilis. their bangs tie into a bun (i forgot to draw that but i dont wanna go and change it now, way too tiredv man and i still have to post this on other places) the bun looks a bit like an eye, because well, they are basically a soul boss, and moths have things in their wings that look like eyes, btw chaos elfilis doesnt have their wings here because i got lazy and i didnt want them to like cover most of the drawing. the things coming from their bun are like the trhee things theyve got in their head, theyre shaped like that to resemble insects legs a bit, fecto elfilis also had the 3 things (i dunno how to call em sorry) as their eyelashes, but chaos elfilis has just white eyelashes, because the bun already has the 3 things and because my morpho has white eyelashes so (i still havent done my morpho gijinka yet, i just know im gonna give the butterfly some white eyelashes cuz cute and pretty grimm reaper) the rest of the hair is shaped into like a ponytail but like, adn shaped, with whats left shaped like a lil moth

the waistband they have is a nod to morpho, they used to have a bow shaped just like the butterfly morpho appears as, but i took it out because i thought it crowded the design way too much, and also because it was too on the nose. the arms have those golden things because my fecto has it and because my og chaos elfilis gijinka had them so i wanted to bring it back, the hand fades into white because the red in the hand wasnt hard to distinguish so i came up with that to make it easier to see.

the red part of the pants are actually a bit fuzzy akin to a moth and the white part has those stripes to loke like insect stuff because y'know akin to a moth. the boots are like the red part in their legs their model in-game has, so i just made em tall boots, the high heels? originally it was platform just ike my fecto but then i wanted to draw them in high heels when i was slightly redoing chaos elfilis, and welp, i loved it and now theyve got high heels. those rings around the ankle are inspired by the ones leaongar has around their arm. also can you tell anatomy is not my strong suit? and that i dont draw high heels often?

i made a slight change in my kirby, making the sleeves be a different color, since the one he had before i felt was way too white, and i wanted to have more saturation in it

i also forgot but elfilin is supposed to wear that during forgotten land, and then i decided that after the anding of the main story he changes clothes, but i forgot about that while doing this so he has his pre-ending clothes (also because i still cant really decide on their second outfit for the post-game)

god im so tired i wanna talk and show more drawings but o shit im sweating why is it so hot in here

um thank you for reading all the unnecessary long rambles about why i do certain stuff in my gijinkas, i appreciate it a lot (im still sorry about writing walls upon walls of text but i just cant help it)

Jambuhbye! :D

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infranuz · 1 year

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iv. hopeless | snap out of it

it was late at night and chishiya had just placed his phone down after the short conversation with his friends. same as always “chishiya she did this-” “chishiya you’re going to loose her” “chishiya, chishiya chishiya” it was all too overwhelming for the guy.

it wasn’t even about being in denial anymore, he knew how he felt yet he wanted to ignore it so bad. even he agreed with the rest of his friends, as much as he wanted to just let it go he couldn’t. he had to do something before you ended up getting into an actual serious relationship.

it was too much thinking to do, it was tiring, was he really that hopeless? you’ve known him for so long yet he can’t bring himself to face you face to face and confess that he’s in love with you, for years now. would you reject him? would you stop talking to him? could he even make you happy?

chishiya knew he was smart but never smart enough when it came to relationships. he could no longer deny that he was in love with you the fact that he’s been in love with you for years now. every time he had to watch you cry because of some stupid guy who didn’t work out in the end. how many times you called him at 3 am just to rant about how you felt like you weren’t good enough or how you weren’t fit for relationships.

if only he had never shared that one moment with you, maybe he would be fine now. if only you hadn’t called him up that day. maybe if you hadn’t met at all when you were both children he wouldn’t have to go through all of these overwhelming feelings. all those memories he still had yet to be completely forgotten.

why did you act like you never once spoke all those words to him, maybe yeah you were just children. and maybe yeah he shouldn’t have taken every word to heart but it was inevitable. all those “chishiya and i will be living together in the future with three cats as our children!” or the “chishiya, promise me you’ll marry me the second we turn into adults and live the rest of our lives together, yeah?”

all your stupid words that chishiya had to hear all throughout your childhood. worst of all that stupid day, the day he brought you to the high schools dance because your date had ditched you. the day he sat down with you on the benches making sure you would be okay. the day you slowly looked up to him and kissed him on the lips thanking him for everything he’s done.

were all your words just sweet lies you had made up for him to stay with you? did you even mean a single one? if so, if you did then why were you falling in love with other guys who weren’t him, was he all just a friend to you all this time.

all he wanted to do was forget you even existed at all, not having to worry about the person you’re in love with falling in love with someone else and staying with them forever. sadly it wasn’t that easy and he had to deal with being a second option.

he slowly got up from his bed as he made his way to his desk with all thoughts of you still circling his mind. he sat down for a while laying his head down staring at the picture up in display, it was you, him and arisu in your highschool uniforms. just as his thoughts were about to flow back to his memories his phone could be heard ringing, it was 3 am.

he would be a fool to answer in his state, specially already knowing who it was, you, of course. just as he was going to let the phone ring and not answer his body moved by it’s own and immediately reached for the phone answering the call. hell even he surprised himself with the sudden move.

“shuntaro? are you there?” you would only call him by his actual name when you were alone.. your sleepy voice could be heard from the speaker of his phone. he didn’t want to answer, he still had things to figure out. he didnt want to hear you talking about finally finding someone for the 100th time. why was he so worried in the first place? it would just end like every other time anyway right? there was nothing to worry about.. all that reassurance yet he still felt that bad feeling in his heart.

thankfully not once did you mention him liking someone, not once was the topic brought to the table, heck there was no speaking at all whatsoever.

“i’m here” he responded lightly just enough for you to hear. “i can’t sleep..” it was the 5th time this week you couldn’t sleep, and each and every single time you would call him and rant about different things mainly always your love life but also other things like small details from your day or old memories you had from when you were children.

and he would listen to you every single time, every single word until you could no longer talk from how sleepy you were. and as cliche as this may sound, you would always fall asleep on call with him. he found it oddly comforting hearing you snore as you slept, not in a weird way of course.

this time though, was different “shuntaro, I just want to sleep in call with you, can I play cigarettes after sex?” weirdly enough you didn’t rant about your day or your love life or small things you found unique, you just wanted to sleep. “I wonder how it would feel like sleeping with you again yknow? like old times” ah yes, when you both used to share a bed because the darkness scared you.

he only hummed at your words not knowing what to say, “well then, goodnight shuntaro. sleep well okay?” you fell silent, a couple of second later he could hear k by cas playing in the background. no longer wanting to think about anything else he got up from his desk and went back to his bed laying down. he got comfortable enough to try and fall asleep “goodnight [name]”

though you thought he had fallen asleep, he was still wide awake hearing the music playing as you slept “supposedly”. suddenly he could hear a voice, your voice talking “you’re probably sleeping, but thats whatever not like I’ll ever be able to tell you this face to face but, shuntaro, I genuinely appreciate you. im glad I met you that day, im thankful for everything you’ve done for me and I hope we can stay together forever, I love you chishiya.”

he could feel his heart starting to beat faster as he heard those last 4 words. once again he was going to make a fool of himself by believing you meant that in a romantic way. you were making it hard for him to forget you, so close yet so far. chishiya had finally come to a conclusion that very night you said those words.

— ooc chishiya!?!? yes most likely, I tried to keep him as in character as possible but then again it’s still chishiya so!! well I do hope it was at least accurate. last chapter for today btw im so sleepy 😭, not proofread so there are probably some mistakes. anyway chishiya is slowly making his way to confessing!! next chapter will most likely come on friday or sooner if I’m done with it early. anyway goodnight everyone!! <33

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lorata · 2 months

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Ive been doing a Christmas reread of all your amazing work and the more I think about the centre, the more I wonder what the trainers and trainees thought about the stunt with the berries. Did they turn it off? Did they get a talk about it the following day? More generally, is there much of the games that the trainers keep from the students? I remember when creed died they were sent to bed when it got too gruesome and I imagine a similar thing with Cato

I was gonna answer this one but I wound up writing it instead lol

Fic below! CW for blood, death, Arena-gore, etc etc etc

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“She should have killed him hours ago.”

Blake’s voice growls low in Rowan’s ear, curled tight and ragged at the edges. Pushing the urge to cry into rage and fury like the trainers taught them. Rowan gave up as soon as the door shut behind them and the trainers couldn’t see, Blake’s undershirt a sodden mess beneath his cheek.

Still, though, that’s not fair. None of this is fair. Cato’s face in the shadows, pale but for the splashes of blood, the dark hole of his mouth, screaming. Twelve girl and her boyfriend, wrapped around each other, shaking. “What was she supposed to do,” Rowan says. The words taste sour, thick with choked tears. “She’s out of arrows. He’s dying of sepsis. Is she supposed to go down there and punch them with her bare hands? Cato has armour and they’re eating him. She’d get torn to pieces.”

“Okay, but —” Blake mutters a curse into Rowan’s hair. “Yeah okay, fine. But they should send her another arrow so she can end it, then. Nobody wants to watch this.”

Somebody does, Rowan thinks, stomach twisting. The Gamemakers used fire to herd Twelve girl toward the Careers, they used mutts to drive the final confrontation, they could, if they wanted to, find a way end this now. “I think it’s a warning,” he said. “Like our first year in Res, when they made us go to bed too. We’re allowed to train and stuff but we’re not — special. You know? We die slow and painful just like everybody else. No special treatment.”

“So don’t get cocky,” Blake says in a low voice, then, “Fuck.”

He hates it here. It pricks sharp and startling, like stepping on a forgotten blade. Rowan can try to soften it, dragging his mattress into Blake’s room at three in the morning and making their shoebox dorm into an impossibly cramped — but cozy — shared bedroom, wrestling with Blake during free time and cuddling on the couch when the trainers aren’t looking, pretending this is all a really intense athletics camp for him and his friends. But they’re killing people, numbers ticking up on both sides, and with each one Blake gets a little more faraway and it takes longer for Rowan to draw him back, and the Games are getting worse and worse and worse. Since Rowan joined Residential their tributes bled to death for hours and hours — had their skulls and pelvis smashed with maces — fought monkey-mutts while having chunks torn off them for almost half an hour — and now this.

He can’t even imagine what the Quarter Quell will look like.

Blake’s breathing has slowed and Rowan’s starting to drift when a loud hammering at the door jars them both. Rowan jerks up, slams his head hard into Blake’s jaw by accident as Blake bites back a yelp. “Up, up,” calls the trainer from the hallway. “I know you’re both in there, we don’t have time to pretend. It’s happening, now!” Rapid footsteps, shouts and door-pounding continue down the corridor.

Rowan shoots Blake a guilty look, scrambling out of bed and pulling on his uniform. “We gonna be in trouble later, you think?”

“Depends on how this goes, probably,” Blake says, grim.

They race into the gymnasium in time to hear the cannon fire.

Rowan skids to a stop, bile rising. And okay, they’ve seen a lot of ugly deaths, but this — it’s not even a person anymore. This — this is meat. Already there are sobbing thirteens being escorted out of the room, exit paperwork ready to go. A pile of fresh vomit steams in the far corner, but they can’t run for towels because this is endgame.

No trumpets. Cato a mutilated lump of flesh and still the Games go on. “Predictions,” calls out Livia.

“There never was a rule change,” says one of the Seniors, arms crossed. “It’s all for ratings. They’re going to make them kill each other.”

Jolted, Rowan mis-times his sit and turns his ankle, thumping to the floor in an awkward heap. No one notices, the others still piling in under the trainers’ impatient directions. Blake settles down a careful six inches away, which Rowan notices with a sharp squeeze in his chest. Onscreen the Twelves are whispering frantically, until —

Everyone turns to stare at the Senior who called it. He shrugs, not smug at being proven right, more like resigned. “They let Cato and Clove believe it was for them,” he says. “Come on. Had to be fake right there.”

“That’s mean,” says one of the thirteens, who hasn’t cried or vomited so they’re still here, but jury’s out for how much longer with an outburst like that. “Why would they make a rule like that and take it back?”

“Sorry, is this the everyone eat ice cream and hug it out games, or the Hunger Games?” This time it’s Russet, from Rowan’s year. He’s a good friend but the Centre draws out his mean streak, and this has been a rough couple of days. “Because they can. Because it’s more fun that way. Because the whole point is we go in there to die horribly on camera while people eat popcorn so that not everyone who’s in there dies too soon to be entertaining.”

And that’s Russet gone as well as the thirteen and the room is silent, save for the sound of all their ragged breathing. “Enough,” says Livia, sharp with warning, but they were right. It was horrible to let the tributes hope — both Twelve and Two. It was horrible to leave the Twelve boy by that riverbank for days, slowly dying of blood poisoning. Horrible to let the mutts chew on Cato for what, twelve hours? And now, horrible to ask the Twelves to kill each other after everything.

Livia stares them down, and whatever restless energy Rowan sensed surging flattens out. “Strategy,” she says. “You are Twelve. What now?”

Twelve girl aims her bow at the same time as the boy throws his knife into the lake. “Oof,” someone mutters. “Too bad he’s bleeding to death, that was a great strategy.”

“You are Twelve,” Livia repeats. She doesn’t say it, but everyone knows she means Twelve girl. “The boy is the only thing giving you audience appeal and you just threw all of that away. How do you walk away from this alive?”

“She can’t,” Blake says. Rowan holds himself very, very still. “She can’t, there’s no way. They’ve been a package deal from the start and he was holding her up. Giving her humanity. He’s going to sacrifice himself for her and she’ll be here alone.”

“Then she has to earn it,” Rowan says. The words scrape his throat. Twelve girl screams for the boy to take up the bow and shoot her. “She’ll spend the rest of her life proving she was worth the cost. But she — can’t — kill him. And he can’t make her. He has to do this, for her.”

Twelve boy tears the bandage from his leg, his pant leg soaked black with blood. Livia nods. “A high price,” she says. “And not one that would work for any of you. But for an outlier? Yes.”

They wait — but the Twelves are still arguing, fumbling in pockets, and — wait. Wait. The drones can’t pick up what the Twelves are saying, but even so the girl’s eyes are dark with challenge, finding the closest camera and staring at it, unflinching. They raise the berries to their lips.

(“Holy shit,” whispers one of the fourteens; another socks him hard in the leg without looking away.)

And then — trumpets. Livia’s entire posture sharpens. “Back to bed,” Livia announces, over the panicked voice of Claudius Templesmith. “All of you.”

“But it’s breakfast,” says one of the youngest thirteens, barely made the cutoff, only to wilt under the worst glare Rowan’s ever seen Livia give.

“Bed,” she repeats, like the thud of an axe through a fallen tribute’s spine. “Now.”

A few hours later the trainers call them out for breakfast. All the televisions in the commissary sit blank and silent, the screens reflecting Rowan’s face and the occasional shared glance before he and the other candidates hastily look away.

A tense, awkward week of pretending to train until everyone gets called back for the post-Games interview. Love story, they say. The twelves were so in love that they couldn’t bear to live without each other. But Rowan knew what he saw, the steel in Twelve’s eyes, the Gamemakers’ alarm. The Capitol ran a crooked game and Twelve outsmarted them — and now she has to stay alive.

“Obviously she’s lying,” says one of the Seniors, cynical. “I mean, it’s her cover, but —” They all jump when Livia jabs a finger.

“No. Stop.” Livia wets her lips. “As far as you’re concerned, those two are in love and that’s the end. Got it?”

“But —”

Livia marches across the room and strikes the girl hard across the face. “Got it?” she says forcefully.

The girl sits up straight, squaring her shoulders and tossing her head back to look Livia in the eye. “Got it,” she repeats, precision-sharp, a red splotch spreading across her cheek.

Livia returns to the front of the room, faces them all with her hands clasped behind her back. “The Games are over. We have a lot of training to catch up on. I don’t want to hear another word about it, am I clear?”

Rowan echoes ‘Yes, sir’ with the rest of them, but the ground beneath his feet has already shifted.

When the trainers call him in to talk about Blake and his priorities it’s the easiest test he’s ever failed. Rowan closes his eyes on the blood and the screams and the berries and exhales hard. “I want to go home.”

#lorata answers #anonymous #we must be killers: tales from district 2 #the hunger games #my writing #oc: rowan

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planesgobrrrrrrrrr · 2 years

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Come Back Down (B.r.B)

Bradley ‘rooster’ Bradshaw x fem!medic!reader (medic! breifly mentioned)

summary: reader just needs one thing after finding out rooster will be flying the mission.

warnings: mildly suggestive bits?, angst, crying (not just my tears, theirs too) fluff fluff fluff

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (comin soon)

You knew something was wrong the second you'd gotten in his truck, just like everyday he would swing by the med bay, greeting your coworkers with crooked smiles and “Evenin’ ma'am” as he made his way over to you.

But today was different, his posture wasn't as straight, tight-lipped smile rather than crooked, the fingers laced between yours was more grasping than holding.

It made your stomach twist, you knew

“Bradley” you said quietly, into the static air of the truck cab

He kept his eyes glued on the road, hand still trapping yours with a grip nearly as tight as the white knuckles that wrapped around the steering wheel.

“Roo” you said more firmly, twisting in your seat to face him.

“Roo, look at me”

He faltered, eyes flicking to meet yours before going back to the road.

“What happen-”

“I got picked”

The air got sucked from the cab, Bradley's jaw clenched so hard it's like it had been welded shut.

Your throat tightened, breath stuttering in your chest

“Okay…” you breathed out, pulling his hand impossibly closer as a few hot tears stained your cheeks.

“Honey, im sorry” he croaks, tears straining his throat “im so so sorry” he shuddered, throwing the truck in park in your driveway.

He released your hand, and for a second of blinding sadness you thought he was marching inside to wallow away alone, but then the passenger door was opening and he was there.

“C’mere”

Rooster is gentle but hasty as he reaches to unhook your seatbelt, pulling you to the edge of your seat and gathering you into his arms

“Sweetheart, I'm sorry” You can feel the shudder of his shoulders when you drape your arms around them. He's slotted between your legs, one strong arm loops around your back while the other cradles your head with such gentle touch that you could be a piece of glass.

You press into him, face in his shoulder as his undershirt became wet with your tears

“Ive got you honey” he whispers in your ear, tucking and smoothing down your hair. He pulls back, gently holding your chin and pressing his lips to yours.

“Lets go inside, yeah?”

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Now situated in the center of your large bed, roosters too big shirt replacing the clothes that had been long forgotten and hastily strewn across the room.

You watched as rooster moved anxiously around the room, never would you imagine a grown man, your rooster, stress cleaning.

“Roo” you called gently, his trance broken by your voice, he looked at you and all the thoughts that had been tensely pulling his features, softened.

“Hold me?” a fresh set of tears glazed over both of your eyes

He crosses the room in an instant and drops onto the bed, hoisting you over to curl up between his legs “I'm here, you’ve got me” he whispers firmly, sliding a rough hand under the hem of his shirt to run soothingly over your spine.

You sniffle and drop you head to his shoulder “when do you leave”

“That's not important honey”

“Bradley, I can't know anything else, I just want to be awake to say goodbye, please”

“Before sunrise honey, ships out at 9, and ill wake you up.” he says, squeezing you tighter

“Promise?” you feel so small, as if a promise could do anything to prevent the potential of what could unfold tomorrow.

“Always”

You settle against him, and sit in silence as a nagging question rises in your throat

“Can you promise to come back to me?” you whisper

“I wish I could baby, I really do”

Tears begin burning your cheeks again and you nod in acceptance

You push off of him and move to sit criss cross between his legs, reaching forward to cup his face in your hands. “I love you” you hum, thumbs brushing gently against his wet eyelashes.

His hands drop to your hips, slowly kneading them “I love you more”

You laugh lightly and shake your head “Bradley Bradshaw, that is not possible”

“Oh it definitely is.” he settles, you beam as he traps you in his arms, peppering kisses from your face down to your shoulder that his too-big shirt had slipped off of.

This is your rooster, pulling smiles and giggles; that wouldn't seem out of place in a coming of age movie, from you in the most somber of moments.

It was sobering, the silence that weighed on every limb of your body yet you savored every moment. The feeling of his chest rising and falling against yours, his nose pressed into your pulsepoint and the light scratch of his mustache just below it.

Your arms were wound around his shoulders, in the lowlight of your bedroom a glint caught your eye, the silver band on your thumb.

Your father had given it to you, you think it was his at some point but you never questioned it.

Nerves fluttered in your stomach as you slipped it from your finger and drew back just enough to look rooster in the eye.

“Bradley”

He stared lovingly right back at you, noses brushing.

“Yes honey?”

“Can you promise me one thing?”

“Honey you know-”

“Please”

His eyes sparkled as he nodded, holding you tighter.

“Marry me.”

Tears were already shining in your eyes as you went on, smiling as he stared at you completely dumbfounded

“I don't want a piece of paper or big fancy church to prove how fucking much I love you”

He smiled and opened his mouth to speak, you shushed him with a quick peck before continuing “but I want you to go up in the air tomorrow and come back down my husband.” you sniffed and he brushed away your tears, and his own, urging you to continue.

“So…, Bradley Nicholas Bradshaw, will you marry me?”

you laughed, and it sounded a bit more like a sob as he nodded, looking down between you to see a silver band already grasped between your fingers.

“God I love you so much” he rasped

Both of you steadied your shaking hands just long enough to slip the ring on before Bradley was locking your lips together, he mumbled something against your skin that sounded a bit like “Mrs bradshaw” and you knew that you had made the right decision.

It struck midnight and your clothes had been forgotten once more, you were drifting in and out of sleep, Bradley your husband's heartbeat under your ear was the perfect lullaby.

With the thick comforter now wrapped around both of you, rooster planted a kiss to your head before finding his way down to your lips

“I love you, get some sleep honey”

“I love you more” you mumble, already slipping away once more.

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In the stillness of the morning, Bradley was ready to hang up his wings right then and there if it meant not having to wake you to say goodbye, of all things.

You began stirring when he flipped on the lamp and his heart broke even more as tears filled your hooded eyes.

“I know honey” he lifted you into his arms, the navy could wait 5 goddamn minutes while he held his wife. You pressed kisses against his neck, taking every ounce of will to loosen your grip on him as he set you down on the mattress once more.

“Come back down to me roo” you breathed out quietly, forehead pressed to his.

The warm metal of his ring against your cheek made everything feel right, even if you should have felt the complete opposite as he kissed you goodbye and slipped out the front door.

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okay so maybe im already writing the wedding, thats not the point.

i loves comments and thoughts from yall, hope you liked it! -izzy <3

#bradley bradshaw x reader #fluff #angst #i am unwell #im sorry in advance #topgun x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #rooster is a big softy #your honour im in love #please your honor #no beta we die like men #very hot aviator men #bradley bradshaw

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cross-crye · 1 year

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𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔲𝔪𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰

malleus draconia (twst) x gn!reader angst

lilia makes an appearance

w.c. 0.5k

~ !reader is NOT yuu; not proofread this fic is inspired by a conversation i had w @marsgod a while back. its been living rent free in my head ever since so ive finally written it down.

summary: What if yuu wasn’t the first magicless student to come to NRC? Crowley sent the reader back to their home world a while ago despite their protests. Now they’ve finally managed to return, only to find out that things changed and they’d been replaced.

~also posted on ao3

The surface of the mirror was bubbling, almost like boiling water in a pot. It looked as if there was something under the surface of the mirror struggling to get out, making ripples appear all over, almost as if the glass had turned into the sea itself. The floor length mirror took the appearance of an abyss, as the magic affecting the mirror was making it absorb light instead of reflecting it like a regular mirror should. Yet despite all this all was quiet, not even their breath being heard as they stepped through the mirror.

Initially, joy coursed through their veins upon recognising the famed mirror chamber. Even the slight disappointment upon seeing the lack of people in the room hadn’t managed to lower their spirits, if only they knew what was expecting them. They slowly made their way out of the room, traversing the dark hallways of the school, hoping to encounter anybody they might be at the very least acquainted with. Yet nobody appeared as they continued to venture deeper into the school. After a while of wandering around unsuccessfully they decided to go to the mirror chamber, hoping that searching the dorms would leave them with a satisfying result.

The walk back to the chamber was unpleasant due to the less-than-optimal circumstances. Despite not wishing to accept it negative thoughts were clouding their judgment, almost like whispers in their head, reminding them of the worst. Their footsteps resounded along the long and winding corridors, the quiet unbearable, as foul thoughts filled the silence. Perhaps they’d been gone too long, or maybe failed to reach the proper world. Whatever the truth was, they were currently blinded to it as insecurities took over their rationality.

Eventually the mirror chamber was within sight, making the pathways to the dorms visible. Even if it weren’t for their wish to venture to Diasomnia it was as if a force beyond their comprehension was calling them towards the dorm’s entrance. Due to its sheer size, they had to continue to walk before even nearing the actual castle inside of the dorm’s realm, the walkway was long which allowed for more negative thoughts to brew inside their mind. But the distant sound of chatter brought back some hope into their heart.

And so they quickly but quietly made their way into the Diasomnia dorm lounge, only to remain frozen upon lying eyes onto the sight in front of them. Confusion was evident on their features, yet they foolishly remained hopeful for perhaps they’d misunderstood. Maybe a chat with a friend would shed some light into the situation, Lilia always did know everything about any conceivable situation. They reluctantly made their way forward, joining the smaller fae’s side. There was no time to clarify the nature of the situation, as Malleus kissed “his child of man’s” hand while gazing into that person's eyes, the same way he had once done for them. He acted with this person, the same way he was with them, the one who'd been his beloved, now forgotten as he exchanged meaningful glances with the one known as Yuu.

All they could do was turn to Lilia and finally let the sadness in their heart show on their face and ask “How long was I gone?” The only response he uttered was much too heartbreaking for its literal meaning. “Too long.”

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puppiesandnightlock · 6 months

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Link Nightwing and Flamebird

Aggggggghhhhhh this is the prompt i was so excited for!!! its my favorite one out of all of them!!

Summary: Its a masquerade ball and Jon is ready...if only he could find who he was supposed to be matching with.

i.e. damian and jon went matching to the gala but damian failed to mention who they were going as and they dance and its really cute.

A/N:

so, just a disclaimer, even tho i did do my reseach on the flamebird and nightwing thing and obviously ive read a shit ton of fics thta deal with this, im shortening it incredibly and switching up some things bc i have to fit it in the context its used for in this story anyways this is the prompt i was most excited for bc yassss masqurade ball and i almost made it a royalty one but at the last minute did this lol

If anyone would have asked Jon, he would tell them that everything that happened that night was completely Damian’s doing.

It started off simple enough, when the Kents had gotten an invite to the annual Wayne gala. He hadn't thought much of it, they were invited every year, his parents called to cover the event by the Planet.

Jon had completely forgotten about it until a week before, when his brother waltzed in one night and asked him what he was going to be for the masquerade ball.

“W-What?” He’d sputtered.

“Yeah, you know the ball Tim’s family puts on? We’re going as demons and angels.” Kon had said, laying in the air with his hands behind his head in a resting position.

“They didn’t tell me that!” Jon whipped out his phone and began spamming Damian with questions until his phone started ringing.

“ Honestly, corncob, must you do this now?”

The familiar annoyed tone drawled through the phone speaker.

“Uh, yeah! What the actual heck am I supposed to go as?”

The two boys could hear the eye roll through the phone, followed by the usual “tt '' of disappointment.

“ Calm yourself Jonathan, if it worries you so much, you can simply go matching with me. I’ll send something over in your measurements tomorrow, assuming they’re still the same from a few months ago .”

“Fine. What are we going to be?”

“ I think I'll let that be a surprise. I’ll see you next week, Jon.”

The phone clicked, signaling the end of the call.

“You see, your boyfriend has your back.”

Kon ruffled his hair, ignoring the angry screeches of “ He’s not my boyfriend, Connor!! You know what he is? He's a flaming piece of sherbet!”

“Still can’t swear.” He chuckled, zooming out the window.

The fact that Damian wouldn't tell him didnt stop the flow of guesses coming from the farmboy.

He pulled the worst guesses after a while, disappointed when even the best ones had been vetoed. The sun and moon one had come close, Damian had nearly smiled when he said it so that was close at least.

When the night of the gala came, he stepped into his room only to be greeted by an intricate box tied with a ribbon on his bed.

Opening it, he found a black suit, flames running up to his elbow from the cuffs, the suit otherwise black but illuminated by the colors of the sleeves.

The mask was built up with intricate patterns of gold, and when he put it on, it gave the picture of wearing fire itself.

Gasping, he stumbled a little, pulling it off before placing it delicately back in the box. As he took the suit out to put on after a shower, he noticed a paper floating out from under it. He snatched it midair and noticed Damian’s elegant script.

“ You have your half, now you will have to come find me. No powers, by the way.”

Of course he couldn't just tell me what we were doing. This is fire, right? What's the opposite of fire?

He dressed, finding in pleasant surprise that the coattails of the jacket had the same flames his cuffs did, cut in an odd jagged pattern. As he spun in the mirror, they flared out, almost resembling…dragon wings?

He picked up the mask again, noticing the way it curved down on his face, resembling a snout.

An idea began to form, it was if he had all the pieces of a puzzle but couldn't yet fit them together.

His parents had insisted on pictures, marveling at the suit and mask.

“Damian must have designed this himself. It has his mark of dramatics.” Lois traced the fire on the sleeve.

“What is he going as?” Clark asked as they got into the car that had gone to pick them up.

“He hasn't told me. I’m supposed to guess.” Jon rolled his eyes, the concept stupid to him.

Per usual, they were swarmed like celebrities themselves exiting the car, Lois and Clark mixing into the crowd as Jon stood alone at the top of the ballroom's large staircase, scanning the room of masks.

He caught Kon and Tim in the corner, both dressed in matching suits of deep red and soft white.

Dick had a redhead on his arm, as usual(choose your ship), matching sun and moon. Jason was hidden away by the refreshments, Duke following behind him. Steph and Cass were out on the dance floor, with coordinated dresses like the queens they were.

Tired, he gravitated towards the refreshments and fought the urge to run a hand through his slicked curls.

As he looked up, his gaze landed on a man there, sipping from a glass of champagne with an amused smirk on his face.

His suit was a deep navy, almost black, with a thick light blue stripe making up the design. The coattails were a familiar dragon wing shape. It suddenly clicked in his mind who they were supposed to be, and without a second thought, he strode over and offered the shorter man his hand.

“Care to dance?”

Damian’s green eyes twinkled at him as he set down his flute to take his hand.

“Took you long enough.”

They swept out onto the dance floor, brushing by Steph and Cass, who winked at them and shot thumbs up to Damian behind Jon’s back.

He huffed and turned back to Jon, the flaming colors of his mask making his eyes stand out like icy blue pools.

The song played on, and Jon leaned in to whisper.

“Nightwing and Flamebird, huh?”

“Mhm. You were rather close with your sun and moon theory, and the fire and ice as well.”

They spun, transitioning into formal waltz.

“Never thought you’d go with an old kryptonian legend. They were partners, the best of the best. Soulmates. Flamebird kept Nightwing from falling too far into the dark, and nightwing vowed to be by his side forever.”

“Lovers.”

Jon nearly tripped over his own shoes. “What?”

“They were lovers, if I'm not mistaken.”

“Y-yeah, that too.” He grinned suddenly. “Dami, are you a romantic ?”

“No! The very thought is appalling, I would never stoop to such a level of meaningless gibberish.”

Being the little shit he was, Jon listened to the skip in his c̶r̶u̶s̶h̶ best friend’s heart as he dipped him slightly, bringing his face closer.

“I think you are.”

“So that’s the way you wanna play it, Kent?”

Damian hitched a leg over his waist, doing a specific movement to the beat of the music and smirking at his blush.

“Because you’re sure to lose.”

“We’ll see about that, bat boy.”

The world around them became blurry, the only thing in the room being the two of them and the rhythm of the music.

One moved, and the other tried to top it. They wove it all together in a beautiful dance, daring each other with the way they moved, the sly grins and glints in their eyes the only words they needed.

The goal was to make each other as flustered as possible, and every gasp, blush, and breathy laugh was a prize. As the music began to slow, they spun out, back in, and into a low dip, panting heavily.

A flush of exhaustion brushed their cheeks, sweat beaded on their foreheads. For a moment, their surroundings had frozen, and there was just them. All the unspoken emotions, the words missed for years had somehow been spilled out in simple dance, and they were shook, the only thing snapping them out of it was the applause that sounded once they’d stopped dancing.

Quickly they stumbled apart, smoothing their suits and giving a nervous bow as the gala goers clapped, having watched the whole exchange.

Grabbing Damian’s hand, he led them through the crowd that had gathered to watch them, ending up in the hallway of the manor.

Green eyes twinkled at him as he began trying to speak, stuttering out a long drawn confession speech he’d made somewhere around five years ago.

“For the love of- Get over here, Corncob.”

Damian tugged his shirt collar, reaching up on his toes to press his lips against the others.

The flush returned, more prominent than before.

“I-ah…the feeling is mutual, then?” Jon squeaked, mentally slapping himself for such a stupid response.

“Quite.” A pink color was dusting the caramel complexion of the shorter boy as well.

Grinning, he bent to place a kiss on the smaller boy’s cheek, taking his hand. “What do you say we get out of here, then?”

“I’d say yes.”

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Fu Yao - Xie Lian - First Arc: Corpse Brides (II)

I. Meeting Fu Yao and Nan Feng

In the Little Shop of Chance Encounters Xie Lian met both Nan Feng and Fu Yao.

This is the first time Xie Lian met Mu Qing after 800 years personally.

Both Feng Xin and Mu Qing chose a place as far away as possible from each other.

And Mu Qing in the form of Fu Yao must have seemed "overly distant, and "cold" that made him look "extremely displeased."

However for Xie Lian neither of them seemed to be a person, he wanted to meet...("neither of them looked pleasant.")

-> Well of course...both Feng Xin and Mu Qing were displeased that the other seemed to have the same idea..

The Name Nan Feng is self-explanatory : It conists of one part of Feng Xin´s title and one part of his real name and Fu Yao : (扶摇, Fú Yáo – to take flight (one who is ambitious)

II. Xie Lians question: Are you willing to follow me?

Xie Lian even thought that they looked like they wanted to get his hea, since he assumed that Ling Wen had tricked them. Xie Lian thanked them and thought to himself that they had quite the attitude...as if they were pretty important figures in the Heavenly realm.

For Xie Lian it was quite horrifying that his former retainers sent help to him, since they thought that he has caused the damage to them deliberately.

Both Feng Xin and Mu Qing pretended as if their generals didn´t know, that they were coming.

Xie Lian then tried to make absolutely sure, if they knew whom they were going to help...

III. An allusion to a previous encounter

While Nan Feng gave a neutral reply, Fu Yao mocked him clearly.

-> Telling that to a person that was well-known for being the greatest laughingstock of the three realms...

However that is a clear reference to their past ...He said them himself bitterly, when he parted ways the first time with Xie Lian.

"Everyone has their own views; no one was born destined to be the rightheous path of the mortal realm, the centre of the world."

Now he told Xie Lian:

"You´re the justice of the Mortal Realm; the centre of the world."

And that was accompanied with an eye-roll.

Xie Lian´s Pov: Of course he could only take it that this person would mock him, even if he might have forgotten these words that were said nearly a millenium ago.

Mu Qing´s Pov: He was clearly interested in Xie Lian. It also appeared that he loved it that Xie Lian had now to accept his help and had no other offer (except Feng Xin...horrible guy, who had to come no matter what...). It was great for him, I guess, to see that the power had suddenly switched.

Another proof that Xie Lian kept himself well informed regarding his former two retainers...

Xie Lian´s pov: Xie Lian tried to make absolutely sure that he did not force the two people...For once he might be a person that learnt that it was not worth it, to keep people who were unwilling (His two retainers).

IV. Mu Qing making a point not to accept anything from Xie Lian

Another insult: He was not only not taking the tea, he was even cleaning his fingers as if he had touched something dirty.

V. Indirect criticism by Mu Qing

This question here also came across as another form of criticism, however Xie Lian even complimented him when answering his question.

Xie Lian´s pov: I guess he tried to live with this unfriendly attitude of Fu Yao and his advice was not wrong.

VI. Mu Qing is rolling his eyes to his heart´s content

After all Xie Lian was relieved...both of them seemed to work earnestly on this case...and seemed to have sufficient knowledge.

Both Nan Feng and Fu Yao seemed to be amused, when Xie Lian tried to go into the wilderness. Shortly after he realized that he could now use a temple of the two martial gods for the night.

When Xie Lian tried to thank the god of soil with his actions for the information, Fu Yao is rolling his eyes very hard, so that even Xie Lian had to comment it.

Mu Qing´s pov: I guess he hated that Xie Lian had to be especially kind and patience isn´t one of his strengths.

VII. New information: Everything of Mu Qing must be beautiful

This is unbelievable funny that Xie Lian is even aware of something like this...Mu Qing as a former servant now wishes that everything is noble, graceful and beautiful.

Fu Yao was also calling a believer of Feng Xin ugly.. Mu Qing would have thought the same...and Nan Feng had clearly a problem with women in itself...

VII. Pretense of a lack of compassion:

Fu Yao also seemed to be unconcerned that the girl might be embarassed with the tear in her skirt. Yet when Xie Lian gave her his outer robe, he was just as relieved as the other two.

VIII Turning point: Concern of Mu Qing - Xie Lian`s presentation of his "wounds"

This was not a question stated mockingly...Mu Qing really wanted to know the answer.

Xie Lian had to admit that he fell unluckily. He told them "blankly".

And then Fu Yao grumbled something...He was upset

Xie Lian´s pov: Xie Lian was very embarrased/ashamed to have to speak about his bad luck. Xie Lian interpreted Fu Yao´s reaction as further criticism regarding his person and did not want to know it...This is a habit he used in the past with Mu Qing as well...Xie Lian distanced himself here from Fu Yao.

Mu Qing´s pov: It is hard to say...but I would suspect that he was clearly concerned as Fu Yao has stated his criticism of Xie Lian very clearly and openly...but here...He does not say outright what upset him...He was most likely not happy that Xie Lian had such bad luck to hurt himself so horribly.

Cursed shackle

Both Nan Feng and Fu Yao have a strong reaction to Xie Lian having the "cursed shackle".

Xie Lian was metaphorically and literally undressing and presenting his two former retainers his wounds, shame and bad luck (And most likely he did not know yet that those two were his former subordinates).

Neither of them...not even Mu Qing tried to hurt him here...They are disturbed. Neither of them acted malicious.

Further concern of Mu Qing

Isn´t it funny that the one person who pretended to not be disturbed by something indecent, now seemed to have an issue with it as long as it concerned Xie Lian?

You can take this as concern or criticism...but let´s see it like this.

Xie Lian´s shame is so clear and out in the open that Mu Qing would have just needed to talk about this cursed shackle to shame Xie Lian completely...But he did not...He did not even want to mention it!

So I read this comment here as hidden concern as well.

IX. On the topic of Tremendous Masculinity

Mu Qing was enjoying himself here like a child, embarrassing Feng Xin at the same time. He was forgetting himself here clearly...

Spouting poetry in front of Feng Xin and Xie Lian, insulting the former and amusing Xie Lian as well.

Of course in order to get back to him Feng Xin threw at him a command "go sweep the floor" as Mu Qing is oversensitive regarding this issue.

It is interesting that Xie Lian cannot understand (or does refuse to understand), why Mu Qing who was a former servant would consider this fact embarrasing...when he knows that among the gods there are lots of generals and princes...

X. Mu Qing felt embarrased and took the next jab at Xie Lian

The situation being Xie Lian´s servant seemed to be the thing Mu Qing felt the greatest shame for...

That is the reason, why he shot Xie Lian a look before he attacked Feng Xin and Xie Lian as well.

He is embarrased, oversensitive.

Whatever he saw...Obviously he took it as Xie Lian making fun of him, so he also became aggressive one more time.

Even though the person in question - Xie Lian - did not appear to have wished to make fun of him at all. Another instant of clear miscommunication.

Xie Lian´s pov:

Xie Lian had another experience of a loss of power and control...He could not stop them before they seriously fought each other.

And the most funny thing...They were arguing about him

Mu Qing´s pov:

The same like Feng Xin. There seemed to be a lot of anger and hurt feelings between them..

But just as much...Mu Qing admitted that there were "injustices against him (Xie Lian)"...So there was also a massive guilt that played here a serious role that made both aggressive towards each other

Hilarious...their master sent both away, because he hated himself, but both beat each other up about who was worse? After 800 years...

This is one of his standard insults he will throw at Feng Xin. Implying...wasn´t he the most loyal bodyguard...why did he leave the master?...

XI. Concern as reason for a truce

This will be later also come into play...

They both work greatly together as long it was Xie Lian who was in danger...here he wanted to eat dirty food.

Xie Lian took the chance and separated both...reminding them that they generals wouldn´t approve of their behaviour...

XII. An instance of Mu Qing appearing pretty cold

XIII. Another instance of Mu Qing having to know everything better

XIII. Xie Lian praised both "Juniour Heavenly Officials" in front of Ling Wen - Mu Qing pretends to be in heaven

Mu Qing heard it as well and tried to distract them by appearing in the communication array.

Another instant of Xie Lian being annoyed with Mu Qing...showing clearly that Xie Lian was still upset with him...due to their past...or due to his earlier behaviour...is unfortunately unclear.

XIV. Another instant of Mu Qing appearing cold

Both propose Xie Lian as bride to be...

Another instant of unexpected worry for Xie Lian

XV. Xie Lian was enjoying himself a little

"No. It´s just...I suddenly realized that this wedding procession is missing something very important." "Missing what?" Nan Feng asked. "We´ve prepared all that we need." Xie Lian smiled. "Two accompanying maids." "..." The two outside exchanged a look, then they both shuddered violently, seeming to have imagined something. Fu Yao replied," Just pretend that the family´s poor, and there´s no money to buy maids, and deal with it." "All right," Xie Lian said.

XVI. Mu Qing dislike for Feng Xin´s demonstration of loyalty

His slap almost broke the entire sedan completely. (...) The way Nan feng spoke actually reminded him of how Feng Xin used to be, when he was mad. Nan Feng was about so say more when suddenly, the wailing of military officers came from the distance. Fu Yao said icily, "If there´s anything to say, say it after fighting this wave off first!" Without any other choice, Nan Feng had to rush over to rescue the people.

Mu Qing was greatly upset here.

It is not just impatience, with "icily" there is a step up from the "coolness" his voice is typically described.

So it could be that he was greatly upset, that Feng Xin showed so great concern/loyalty to Xie Lian?

By the way...one moment where it was Mu Qing who had to remind Feng Xin that there were a couple of people they needed to rescue...

Is it some kind of jealousy of some bond between Xie Lian and Feng Xin?

XVII. Xie Lian was the boss here

"Good," Xie Lian said. "Fu Yao, follow this path immediately and search the surrounding area. Make sure the ghost groom hasn´t escaped." Fu Yao turned and left when he heard the instructions.

It also described one habit of Xie Lian...He will keep Nan Feng/Feng Xin by his side and send Fu Yao/Mu Qing away.

XVIII. Mu Qing has a more apathetic impression of people

Sometimes it appeared as if Mu Qing was just tired of the wickedness of the people

Fu Yao waved dismissively and said apathecially, "Let them be, those unruly people." He sounded extremely disgusted, not wanting to care anymore.

XIX. Silverbutterflies provoke a flight reaction in Mu Qing

"Silver butterflies," Xie Lian said. Earlier, when Nan Feng and Fu Yao saw the forest of hanging corpses, they remained considerably composed. But the instant those two words left Xie Lian´s mouth, he could clearly see the drop in their faces. Fu Yao exlaimed in disbelief, " What did you say? Silver butterflies? What kind of silver butterflies?" Xie Lian realized that he had probably said something significant and explained," They´re like silver, yet also like crystal. They don´t seem to be living creatures. But they look quite pretty." He saw Nan Feng and Fu Yao exchange looks with expressions so grim their faces were almost green. After a while, Fu Yao said darkly," Leave. Right now." "We haven´t settled the case of the ghost groom yet, how can I leave?" Xie Lian said. "Settle?" Fu Yao said. He turned back and sneered. "Seems like you have really tarried too long in the Human Realm. This ghost groom is merely a wrath. Even the Green Ghost of this hanging-corpses forest is merely a "near-supreme, as pesky as he might be." After another pause, he suddenly said in a stern voice, "Do you know who the master of those silver butterflies is?" Xie Lian replied honestly," I don´t." "...Even if you don´t, there isn´t time for me to explain now," Fu Yao said stiffly. "In short, he isn´t someone you can handle. You´d better hurry back to the Heavenly Realm and ask for reinforcements." "Then you head back first," Xie Lian. "You--" "The master of those silver butterflies never showed any hint of malice," Xie Lian said." If he does harbor malice, if he really is as terrifying as you claim, then no one within the perimeter of Mount Yujun would be abel to excape his clutches. All the more reason someone has to stand guard here right now. So why don´t you go back first and help me seek reinforcements?" He could tell Fu Yao didn´t want to remain here and deal with so many troublesome matters. If that was the case, then Xie Lian wouldn´t force the issue. Fu Yao was a straightforward person, so he really did leave on his own with a toss of his sleeves.

The mere notice of Hua Cheng provoked in Mu Qing a flight response. Since Xie Lian did not understand this reaction and worried for the people, he refused to go.

Even though Xie Lian expressed it so that he left Fu Yao/Mu Qing some face ("So why don´t you go back first and help me seek reinforcements?"), he clearly did not exprect for this person to come back. Yet he did not wish to force him to stay with him and let him go.

XX. Fu Yao returned

Well...Nan Feng/Feng Xin did not leave Fu Yao some face, when he returned...Xie Lian had to conciliate their dispute.

It is interesting that when Feng Xin brought up Fu Yao´s general...

Actually, based on Xie Lian´s understanding of Mu Qing, Xie Lian was pretty sure that the wouldn´t come even if he had the time. But under the present circumstances, there wasn´t time to dwell on that.

Xie Lian remarked bitterly in his thoughts that Mu Qing would not come, even if he had the time for it. (So it appeared that Xie Lian did not know yet...that Fu Yao is Mu Qing)

-> So it seemed that Xie Lian felt still hurt by the betrayal of Mu Qing. He has not forgiven him yet.

Xie Lian later remarked that Fu Yao had some influence in the Palace of Xuan Zhen, as he was able to call capable people from there.

XXI. Human Face Disease

The other two are greatly affected by Xie Lian´s reveal.

"It´s not a matter of ugliness," Xie Lian replied. "He...has the Human Face Disease." Hearing those three words, both Nan Feng and Fu Yao froze. They finally understood, why Xie Lian was so shocked.

XXII. Gentle feelings on both sides at the end of the first journey

Fu Yao lifted the hem of his robe and sat down next to him. Alas, he could no longer keep it in and rolled his eyes. "How much longer are you gonna wear that thing?" It felt incredibly endearing, somehow, to see his eyes roll. Xie Lian finally took off the wedding dress, wiped away his makeup, and then realized dejectedly (...)

Fu Yao sat down next to Xie Lian (The distance between them has diminished!) , rolling his eyes and reminding him that he still wore the wedding dress.

That is a long way from the guy, who had wiped his fingers, when Xie Lian "saw him the first time".

And Xie Lian?

Was this the moment he seriously suspected it? Especially since he strangely considered Fu Yaos eye roll "incredibly endearing"...

A typical reaction of Mu Qing´s, when he had been annoyed...

Well...this person came back after all, after leaving...even while being really scared...that was most likely one point..But if he suspected it here, Xie Lian must have felt "incredibly" happy...

Xie Lian and Mu Qing´s loneliness (partly my commentary)

More or less from the start , the reader is aware that Xie Lian is lonely, disconnected from the rest of the gods...and human beings, even though he cares from the start about every living being...There is some wall between him and the rest of them.

Even though he was kind, he did have no friends at the beginning. The gods did not take him seriously and human beings would have died far earlier than him. His memory is hazy - not uncommon for trauma survivors and Xie Lian better did not want to remember certain events.

And Mu Qing? His comment pretty much shows us how he perceived the other Heavenly Officials of the Upper Court...

Fu Yao concluded, "In the Upper Court, there aren´t that many who are trustworthy and worth meeting." Xie Lian thought it funny that Fu Yao sounded like he was speaking from experience and cautioning a newcomer. He wondered if Fu Yao only spoke because he had been bullied in the Heavenly Realm himself, and the experience had affected him deeply. But then again, even though Xie Lian had ascended three times, he never stuck around for long. So when it came to understanding the gods, he might actually know less than these two juniour officials.

Mu Qing did not trust another Heavenly Official in the Upper Court and he is "cautioning" Xie Lian here...this was meant as a well-meaning advice...but it showed how much fear of other human beings determined his life as a god.

Xie Lian was finally able to show sympathy to Fu Yao(Mu Qing) ("he had been bullied in the Heavenly Realm himself and the experience had affected him deeply"), even though he was pretty tired.

It was pretty likely that Mu Qing experienced the same bullying than he had in the Royal Temple...as a former servant among generals, nobility and princes...

Conclusions

Mu Qing did not become Fu Yao purely without some bad intent and surely he did not intent to become friendly with Xie Lian (indirectly criticizing him, mocking his reputation)

The turning point was Xie Lian presenting both of them his deep wounds (lesser the obvious wounds and the cursed shackle) that moved both (Feng Xin and Mu Qing)

Even though there were many unresolved issues presented, all three enjoyed their shared time together - The journey ends on a high for all three people!

Mu Qing is partly able to overcome his deep fear of Hua Cheng: He came back after all.

Xie Lian has a hunch, that these two are his former subordinates

#tgcf #mu qing #xie lian #meta

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magicalgirlagency · 4 months

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Whats your thoughts on Mami Tomoe in general? I dont like PMMM but Mami does interest me alot as a character concept: a veteran MG who took other, younger MGs under her wings to guide them; whom sees enough shits in her time that shes gone somewhat unstable but keep up a facade of cheerfulness to comfort her students. Im intending to create a character using this concept as well.

I wanted my character to have her Happy Ending - the rest of her younger teammates as well. I think it'd be rather ironic to base her on a dark MG while she belongs to a lighhearted Magical girl story. Shes still in a vague designing state, with a concept and some basic traits and backstory. I wanted to her to be a MG veteran who saw some serious shits during her younger days too, but with help from her mascot (who is not the bad guy in this story) and eventually the MGs whom shes teaching, shes healing from her past traumas and is on the road to a beautiful future.

I know there are other MGs from other shows that are good mentors for their team, but weirdly enough Mami was the first one who introduce me to this concept (PMMM was also the one to introduce me to the Maho Shojo gerne, but I dont like it so I evetually follow Pretty Cure instead, best choice ive ever made) so shes the one I pick to base my character on. Mostly for the ironic part.

I absolutely adore her. I even had a sideblog entirely dedicated to her back when this account got temporarily deleted, just to have any idea of how much I loved her. Heck, one of my self-inserts was inspired by her, too.

One of the many reasons why I love Mami could dial back to Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon's Kino Makoto/Sailor Jupiter. A strong yet sensitive girl who has lost her parents on a tragic accident and now craves the feeling of a family with the friends she makes.

Mami is indeed a fascinating character herself, and I think her death, while understandably haunting the narrative afterwards at least, was very disrespectful (she died in the span of ONE episode! Right after she debuted!) and the jokes that were relentlessly cracked by everyone and their mother for 10+ years are not funny at all.

Imagine if I were to crack jokes about Flapjack's death. You guys wouldn't like them, would you?

No, you guys wouldn't like them. It'd be cruel and done in bad taste.

Anyways, back to Mami...

She's the cool and experienced onee-san/senpai type of character, approachable and friendly; she's skilled and graceful, plus with an epic theme tune to boot. Of course, her calm and collected persona is just a mask that hides how terribly lonesome and scared she is. To quote Bebe in The Rebellion Story:

"Mami is a real crybaby. She gets lonely super-easy; I know, I know."

Homura's description is more in-depth, though:

"She would always put on a strong front and push herself too hard, despite having the softest heart of any of us."

This vulnerability of hers is more explored in Magia Record, though. She joins the Wings of Magius so she could help in finding a cause to save her friends from despairing and becoming Witches, as she feels guilty for dragging them into such a hostile world.

Except that the WoM's methods were very cultish, thus causing her to be brainwashed and used as a puppet, distance herself from the ones she was supposed to guide and protect, and when she'd be challenged by outsiders, she'd quickly lose her cool.

Turns out that no matter the timeline/universe, Tomoe Mami will always be the first one to crack at the revelation.

And I like that, because it makes her morally grey, which it's something quite rare in the Magical Girl genre. She wants to save her friends, but she has participated in dangerously unorthodox methods to achieve such an end.

Anyways, I've been rambling about Mami for too long, that I've forgotten your concept. Sorry! Your idea is amazing! My followers having galaxy-brained suggestions, as always!

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danphantom · 2 months

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oh hey i wanna talk abt smth thats been on my mind both lately and on and off for a while in general. sorry this ended up being a hella long post lol. but i have a lot to say

so...for context, ive been in the phandom for 10 years--since 2014--though it has admittedly been on and off in terms of engagement from me. in 2017 i got into dragon ball and all but dropped danny phantom completely with a few small drawings here and there. it was only like..within the past week that i actually got back into the phandom legitimately again, actively making art and posts about it and engaging with the source material and etc

anyway, i was obsessed with dp from 2014-late 2017 (until i got into dbz). i made lots and lots of fanart, played the gba games like all the damn time (i got to where i could speedrun tue lol), rewatched the show regularly...i was even one of those fans that bought obscure merch and learned useless trivia that ive since forgotten. in 2015 a lot of you may remember that i made @doppelgangercomic, a comic about an au i had where dan got a redemption arc (albeit a bumpy one) and future vlad was there and stuff happened (go read the comic LOL). it got a LOT of love and traction! it made me really happy to see all the positivity around my work like that :) i actually got a lot of positive responses towards my work in general. i had a really great time in the phandom back then

then i changed fandoms and kinda fell out of the phandom space. after being on a hiatus from the phandom until literally a week ago, i honestly have to say ive felt like i kind of...faded into obscurity in the phandom's eyes? basically i feel like old news. people dont generally know what doppelganger is now. they may have seen my art in passing here and there but they dont know who i am anymore. i think the only place people actively still find my old danny phantom art from when i was heavily active is...deviantart lol. i get notifications from favorites literally every day there. but uh anyway--im not saying this to garner pity or tell a sob story or anything! im just expressing some thoughts and feelings ive had for a long time lol.

the reason i bring this ^ up though, is because like...i know its not true? logically, i know that i DID make an impact in the fandom i loved/love so so much. i left my mark on both the fandom in an artistic sense, and also the people in the fandom, and sometimes i forget that because i get significantly less engagement on my posts than i used to. but i know that doesnt mean that people dont like my stuff anymore, or that ive been forgotten.

i actually got a message from someone today--a friend i made kinda recently who approached me bc they liked doppelganger actually. they told me that basically its surreal to them that theyre talking to me as a friend because they remember reading doppelganger when they were younger and looking up to me because of it. and it really reminded me of what i said previously--ive not been forgotten, and people still do appreciate and love what ive put out into the world (specifically about danny phantom in this case). ive made an impact on people's lives even when i dont realize it or see it physically. the message and sentiment made me feel really really good and nice and happy and honestly relieved, because the phandom and danny phantom as a media has been an extremely important and impactful part of my life ever since i got into it ten years ago. i literally changed my name to dan because of it lol. it was the reason i found stephen silver's work and went down that path of my art journey. its the reason i found so many amazing people and friends and artists and continue to do that even now. i owe a lot to danny phantom and the phandom as a whole, and i try to give back in the only ways i know how--mainly thru showing my passion through my art and posts.

anyway erm. yeah. all of this to say i wanted to thank yall--the phandom--for supporting me all this time, whether youve been with me from the beginning or if youre just joining me recently. youve been an absolute delight in my life and i know youll continue to be for a long time. :)

#this post sounds like im leaving the phandom i promise thats not what this is LOL #im just bein a little sentimental is all..wah

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zee exclamations anon here!!! thoughts on min yoongi recently? how’s your emotional relationship with the memory of such an icon of your youth? also how do you feel about the little guy lately? as an artist, does he linger still as a muse? as a person, is he a vase of love still? i was just listening to time adventure from the adventure time soundtrack, and this line “will happen, happening, happened, and we will happen, again and again, cause you and i will always be back then” made me think that past is eternal, and love that once were will forever be when it was, so, it made me think of how in young forever they say “as today’s me, i want this moment to be eternal, i want to be young forever” and how yoongi now says “i want to grow up together” and how it seems it’s different but i think is the same. cause you and i will always be back then. we will grow up together, cause we are already together, cause we were together, so we are young forever. i think hope is just a loooot of love. or i think thats what it costs. like in that paramore song 26 “reality will break your heart, survival will not be the hardest part, it’s keeping all your hopes alive, all the rest of you has died, so let it break your heart” i think youth is so hopeful, and its hard to maintain that much hope as you grow up. it’s hard to see things as you once did, or feel em as you did, cause your heart breaks and things happen. so “i want to be young forever” is just so beautiful, cause its aware of how precious all of it is in that unique moment as everything is, and longs to keep it forever that way, and yet, “i want to grow up together” is the most hopeful thing to say. we’ll happen, happening, happened. some things must change to remain the same. it seems unforgiving when a good thing ends, but you and i will always be back then. growing up is an act of hope. love is eternal. the song ends with “you and i will always be best friends”. so how do you feel it zee?

im gonna be honest anon the way i just went slackjawwed when i saw this in my inbox HAHAH love u and ur little song references its like getting a personalized web weave in my inbox so thank u

hnngnghhg ive actually been rewatching some of his suchwita eps because i miss the little guy... it also massively sucks that he isnt gonna be Around for a bit, but cmon i just wanna see his bald ass head... just give me some excitement in my life... yoongi save me

and yea ofc he lingers as a muse to me... he's literally my ideal type HAHAH its kinda hard not to reference him in anything i write. even writing for other fandoms, i cant help but yoongify them somehow... i just love men who love softly but care so deeply. and yeah perhaps i have yoongi on a pedestal inside my brain and yeah maybe the version i have of him in my head isnt quite accurate but like... ITS HARD!!! NOT TO LOVE THE LITTLE GUY!!! AUGHHGDHG HES MY BEST FRIEND but not like /parasocial more like "hes my childhood imaginary friend that held my hand on the first day of school" sorta thing. he's a part of me, whether anyone likes it or not!!! like a parasite but its kinda awesome even though i think he wants to kill me sometimes. we could be like venom or something (idk never watched the movie).

kinda like how every interest ive ever had in my life kinda never leaves,,, it waxes and wanes but like at the end of the day, a lot of the stuff ive grown to love and maybe forgotten still keep a place in my heart. yoongi is my youth, and i choose to live youthfully for a long time. like ive said before, youth and love and all those sorts of things... its a lifestyle. time destroys so many things but those two stand against its claws. IT IS WHAT IT IS!!! BUT BY GOD, LETS HOLD HANDS WHILE WE'RE AT IT!!! anyway love u anon

#i am cringe so i am free or whatever it is they say #also sorry this took so long it literally made me go :0 every time i saw it in my inbox tho LMAOOO #love u anon thanks for always sending these things to me #lets me remember i still exist in someones brain. for whatever reason #kinda crazy that people know me on here. like hi guys im zee. im here. we're here. let's have fun #WAHOOOOOO *yoshi jumps into lava*#Anonymous #answered

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i read the new chapter n jade..... my heart burned so badly, everything seems to be crumbling down all over n to think this has been yns long wished for dream that turned out a nightmare.. i have a few annotates to make!! ill out them below, its my first time so i rlly hope its not messy >.<

“Of course not” Hyunjin rolled his eyes, continuing to add details to his little map, right now he was adding the 7/11 between your house and Aera’s.

hyun thinking of yn neighborhood so fondly n cherishing the scenery sm let alone remember it to add to his painting was so heart wrenching in a good way.. it made me smile

“Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s going to be possible Jinnie. And…you’re probably gonna have to get the flowers tomorrow” Chan suddenly said, filling up the blender with ingredients.

i knew exactly where this was going n for some reason it made me rlly sulky.... hyuns hectic life ;—;

“No, but my girlfr-“ Hyunjin stopped in his sentence, clearing his throat, and he could feel Chan’s gaze burn curiously into him, “Um…one of my friends is. He’s her favourite artist in the world”

i was blushing so hard here, i got so flustered, i hope yn finds out abt this, the subconsciously calling her his girlfriend, its so!!!!!!! god!!!!!!

He saw your eyes widen, and a deep emotion overwhelmed you. He didn’t see you react more, and he wondered what this meant to you, what he meant to you right now, even so far away. You didn't say anything back. You must be holding it all in, just like him. Maybe you didn’t know how to put your thoughts into words. He couldn't blame you. Even after reading all the poems in the world, Hyunjin didn’t have the words either. Not enough anyway.

i loved seeing more of hyuns heart during such conversations!!!!! we havent gotten much of it so i cherish it all dearly n feeling hyuns sincerity towards yn from such insights, he better tell her sooner or later, poor yns heart deserves to know ;—; especially after the mess going on for a while now

I want you here with me at this party. Fuck, it’s so dull without you. If you were here, we could just sneak off and…I would kiss you. Positively. My manager is here, the scary one, but he doesn’t have to know. Earlier, I was reading a book and there was an English word in it that reminded me of you. Saudade. I looked it up because I was so curious and it said it’s a state of melancholy for a beloved someone or something. I think that explains this ridiculous feeling I have when I think of you. I have it even when I’m not thinking of you. Like last week, when we were recording this one song. It’s like you’re here with me in everything. I guess what I’m saying is, I just want to kiss you really really badly and fuck I’m really drunk so I’m sorry for how this may sound but I just really need to feel you—

this was one of the hottest things ive read through slwy..... the words rnt coming out, but, the desperation n need in his words here melt me.. i am yet again nothing but a woman it seems, this was genuinely so hot. i cant say it enough. i kind of wish he wasnt cut off at the end.....

Suddenly the expensive bracelets he was wearing felt like shackles around Hyunjin’s wrists.

When he got home that night, he realised the hydrangeas in his room had withered away completely.

the poetry/metaphors in these lines were beautiful jade :(

At your question, Hyunjin’s grip on the wheel tightened. His shoulders tensed up.

You'd struck a nerve.

Good.

yn getting some revenge this way was so satisfying to read. yes u struck a nerve n yes its good that u did!!!

hey. i was just talking with minho and man, i miss you

I know you’ve likely forgotten all about me but call me later please…I think ill die here without you

yongbok is so sweet, i do miss him n i didnt realize how much i did until reading his texts here

“She’s a really good artist” Hyunjin suddenly interrupted you.

proud boyfriend behavior. i dont know if u understand but this was so proud boyfriend!

He’d gotten so much better in your absence. You’d only gotten worse in his.

this just hurt. bc yes. :( hyun come back :(

“No, I’m not done talking. After losing you, moving to the city was the hardest thing I ever did. Leaving Daejon behind, all my friends…the only life I knew, and this place where I don’t really fit perfectly, but I’m trying so hard to. It is so hard. The only thing I love…I can’t even love that anymore because I can’t fucking stop thinking about you when I’m painting! It’s not fair. You had a choice, Hyunjin. I didn’t” Your voice broke.

hearing it all pour out of her is so heartbreaking bc it feels like theres so much more she wants to say but cant bc of how overwhelming it is, my chest felt heavy hearing her like this :(

“I…couldn’t leave you at the party. It’s not safe…of course I had to drive you home. I would go insane if something happened to you”

something happened to her when u disappeared, dummy..... u should go insane over that instead bc yn did. so did i. hyun come back!!!!! ;—;

Raindrops slowly trickled down, tracing the ruined paper in your palm. The only memory left of you and Hyunjin was now gone.

heart ripped off my chest. im v sentimental even w materials so this.... it rlly hurt.

“Fine” You heard it being passed around and then his voice came in, “Love. I’m here”

i had these copy pasted in my notes but i just got to send u this ask so im unsure if this was bbok or lino... im thinking bbok, hes so comforting amongst the chaos he seems to be the constant yn needs

Draped in a beige trench coat, cheeks red from the cold, Hyunjin stood at the bottom of your staircase.

nothing n i repeat NOTHING couldve prepared me for this. i did not expect it at all, everything was so fast i was ready to take in a deep calming breath n read along w yns quick decision to go back but now theres....... hyun. hyun is here n i cant wait to know the reason, what hell say or do, how yn feels n how it plays out.. im so nervous n once again looking forward to the next chapter >.<

u once again worded everything so beautifully n im sorry its getting repetitive by now but i love ur writing n the depth to it. i hold it dear to me, this story. thanku so much for writing it w so much love, jade<3

-🤍

idk how i missed answering this !! this is so sweet, i cherished reading every line and i absolutely LOVE when you annotate, it makes me feel appreciated and fuzzy and warm inside. thank you for pointing out your favorite parts 🥺

im glad you thought hyun’s text was hot, the desperation is really there haha. and thank you for appreciating all the little flower metaphors i sprinkled in there ! i loved reading this. thank you for loving this story so much, you make me happy.

#star lost with you

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RANDOM NOTES FOR TARGETS…

This is super late but I wanted to get it out before reading the final issue…

ONE...

gar: why didn't she come to me?

cassie: c'mon gar. why do you think? you're her ex.

tim just awkwardly moves away from that subject: annnyway...

I always love a reference to the under-explored ill-fated romance of Cassie and Tim… rip WonderBird!

TWO...

its nice to see all the love ollie is getting whilst he's in his coma - in past seasons he's usually the one receiving all the criticism for the decisions he makes... in s1 he was the one to tell clone!roy about the watchtower, s2 original!roy hates him for not having saved him from lex/the light and there was the added guilt ollie felt for all the tragedies that seemed to have befallen those he was mentor to, then in s3 dinah was hating on him for going along with batman and resigning from the justice league. but now in this comic series weve seen cissie clearly care about him, lian, perdita, dinah - its all very nice to see.

THREE...

i had a random thought regarding the squad animal choices... raptor squad were in charge of observing and executing a targeted attack on Henchy - like a bird praying on its meal then flying down to strike. gorilla squad go straight into their attack - big and loud as a gorilla would if it needs to... also, I did a bit of googling on gorilla behaviour and it said they aren't actually as aggressive as they are often represented to be and unless they absolutely have to, they will make themselves look as threatening as possible by making a lot of noise to intimidate their enemy before actually attacking -- which is interesting, and made me think, you could say gorilla squads job is to make a lot of noise and direct the enemies toward them while mganns alpha squad sneak in undetected to find Perdita... I may be reaching with that interpretation and it might not actually make sense but that's just what came to my mind. then there's mongoose squad who are the backup team, quick, agile and the surprise cavalry you dont expect who pack a pretty heavy punch, the mongoose may be small and not look like much but they are capable of taking on a cobra and winning. (ill be honest this point made way more sense in my head and now ive written it down it does not.)

FOUR...

Match is back! i do really love how this show doesnt forget about things of previous seasons - like, in s4 when dick says bibbo got security cameras specifically in response to his abduction by the kroloteans back in s2 - they didnt need to give a reason for the cctv, but by having one it keeps everything tightly knit together and shows that nothings wasted - even with more minor characters... to me its the same with match being brought back here - any other show would have introduced match in s1 then forgotten about him and never bothered mentioning him again - but not yj - things might not get talked about constantly but that definitely doesn’t mean they’ve been forgotten… that’s why anything is possible with yj.

FIVE…

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE ARRIVAL OF MONGOOSE SQUAD! That whole two page spread is epic and looks amazing. It honestly gives off the same amount of energy as it would have had it been animated - when I first read these pages they got me so pumped for the rest - it gave me the same energy as the arrival of the heroes in Summit. It’s also great to see that all the outsiders are getting to play some part in this story - something that was obviously very lacking in s4 - I love seeing how everyone’s powers are translated into the printed format - massive kudos to Chris jones and Jason wright for crafting that - it’s so brilliant!!

SIX…

The “call Brandon!” sticky note on Barbara’s fridge - do we know anyone called Brandon or is it just a nod to Brandon viette? My guess is the latter but I thought I’d still put it out there.

SEVEN…

Cassie vs Devastation - so cool… Cassie being face slammed against the floor by devastation - so not cool! Ouch dude - that has got to hurt!!!

EIGHT…

I like how they show the broken comm signal as oracle tries to warn Conner about the kryptonite - it works really well at building the tension in conjunction with the imagery of match collapses atop of Conner… it certainly had me at the edge of my seat when I first read it.

NINE…

I’m gonna be honest, when I first saw metallo I thought it was another superboy clone situation but lex had crafted this one into a cyborg this time - he does kinda looks like Conner… it wasn’t until I read the next issue I realised he was someone else, then I realised he does actually say his name in #4 and he obviously wouldn’t be a Kryptonian clone because he’s literally fuelled by kryptonite… so yeah, in short I’m an idiot and I don’t know anything about metallo but he does look pretty cool.

TEN…

I really love how they colour the memories, there’s this soft, almost fuzziness to them which really emphasises the fact that these are moments of the past being remembered in comparison to the main present day plot. It’s a nice touch.

ELEVEN…

Ollie really went through some injuries as he kept perdita safe - though he never once stops protecting her despite all the bumps and bruises and arrow impalements - it’s great seeing their bond grow as things keep escalating.

TWELVE…

I really love that first page of perdita walking aimlessly through complete darkness demanding answers - it’s eerie and mysterious - I can totally imagine it animated and her words echoing in this hollow void. Love it.

THIRTEEN…

Virgil being squad leader for Mongoose Squad is so cool - it’s about time we saw him properly in a leadership role where he’s actually respected instead of being the joke of the group because he can’t think of what to do next. Obviously we’re still not actually seeing him give specific strategical instructions here, as the goal is just pick an evil robots and take it down, but it still shows a lot of growth for him since s2. Back then he was always so eager to be a hero capable of taking charge and guiding others towards victory, the problem was that eagerness always got the better of him and prevented him from figuring out the strategies needed when under pressure. Though his moment of leadership in Illusion of Control proved he was certainly ready to take on that responsibility - he just needed confidence in his ability to believe that - it’s good to see he’s finally got that. You go Virgil!

FOURTEEN…

I’m slightly concerned that robot just broke Bart’s back… I’m sure it didn’t and even if it did do some kind of damage, I’m sure Bart will probably just heal as he always does - but I’m still concerned about the boy! Also, I don’t know if it’s just a case of the narrative needing Bart out of the fight because he could potentially deal with a lot more than the plot wants him to, or if he’s just genuinely being clumsy, because he seems to be getting injured a lot recently. Bart you either need to pay more attention to your surroundings or just stay away from green things - they never do you any good!

FIFTEEN…

I’m gonna guess Shimmer melted Courtney’s staff is probably definitely not a good thing!

SIXTEEN…

Well Luthor certainly did a number on mr Juan Cordero, didn’t he… I mean, JEEZ! Honestly, the more we see of these metas Luthors taken under his wing (manipulated) the more I’m like - thank goodness for roy getting kicked off the team and tagging along with the runaway’s that time because they seriously dodged a bullet by cutting ties with lex when they did… imagine the way things might have turned out had that not happened!

SEVENTEEN…

“When I found out I was a metahuman with self healing abilities I figured everyone would treat me like a total freak.” Dude, self healing is not a freakish power - it’s actually a pretty damn cool power - one that would only be known about if someone either saw you heal or if you told them about it - so if you’re issues with image then you’re pretty golden. it’s also not really something you can lose control of unless you’re purposely getting yourself into scraps and scrapes. It’s really not that bad… ya wanna know what definitely is freakish - BECOMING A FRICKIN ROBOT WITH ONLY YOUR FACE LEFT GRAFTED ONTO IT!! THATS INSANE!!

EIGHTEEN…

“Scarab, we are NOT nuking the building, and I am NOT having this conversation!” Blue arguing with scarab is always a joy to witness - I’ve missed that!

NINETEEN…

I see you looking over at perdita roy… now tell me what is the situation with these two - are they together or not?! There are vibes and I have wanted answers since the first issue!! GIVE THEM TO ME!!

TWENTY…

I like how vertigo’s power is illustrated - the wobbly layers look really cool!

TWENTY ONE…

Poor perdita, Will just drops her catatonic form on the floor so he can worship queen bee - where’s Ollie the human shield when ya need him… oh ye, he’s in a coma.

TWENTY TWO…

So, it is cool to see queen bee and her power finally being used to cause havoc with one of the teams and for it to not only be the boys who are affected by her but also Violet who is of course also attracted to women - that’s all cool… I’m just like - I really want queen bees powers to be used to reveal a character’s sexuality that hasn’t previously been made canon in the show - I just think it would make for a great moment… like with Ed and Bart, who were unjustly denied their s3 reveal (I will never not be over that!), I wanna see them not being affected by her power, or alternatively, any of the female characters that are speculated about by the fandom, like zatanna, Raquel, traci, it would be cool seeing any of them being affected. It would be a really simple way - especially for the more minor characters who aren’t able to get a lot of plot time, to reveal this kind of information to the audience without needing to say a word or spend much time on it… but that’s just my opinion.

TWENTY THREE…

And once again everyone is dead… well, 50% of everyone… I’m sure they’re not staying dead… they never do… unless their names are Wally, Tula or Tomar-Re… The question is how will things be reversed? Is it another martian mind trick or could halo heal them or something else entirely? Guess we will find out soon…

The one thing I’ll add about this situation is that they really need to consider pulling back on the fakeout deaths… unless they surprise us all by actually committing to the kills - which isn’t gonna happen - we’ve had a lot of death fakeouts recently and the more they happen the less effective the moments becomes… compare the emotional response of this moment to when Kaldur killed Artemis back in s2 - with the s2 moment theres shock, confusion, disbelief - nothing like it had happened before so you truly believed things were real, up until the truth was revealed and with it you’re still feeling a whole load of emotions… with this moment, other than the initial oh no that’s not good, I don’t really feel anything towards it because I don’t expect them to stay dead for long. And that’s all I’ll say about that.

TWENTY FOUR…

Violets little bashful wave at queen bee is kinda adorable… while whatever Roy’s face is doing is definitely not!

TWENTY FIVE…

Ollie: that’s me. Always hogging the limelight.

Merlyn: ah yes. Lime. Green. So clever.

Ollie: wasn’t actually attempting a pun there, but whatever.

This moment should not be as funny as it is - but it is! I love it!

TWENTY SIX…

Perdita high-fiving Ollie after taking down Merlyn is a great moment! They’re so adorable together and I love seeing perdita being a happy/giddy 10 year old when she can be - her little face and excited jump for joy at Ollies proposal to Dinah is way too cute!!

TWENTY SEVEN…

I am now very intrigued as to how long Ollie and Dinah have been engaged and if they ever actually got married - because if they have been married this whole time, then that makes ollies walking out with Batman in s3 very bloody awkward… I shouldn’t laugh, but there’s just something a little bit funny about Batman breaking up their marriage… I’m sure that didn’t happen… or at least I hope that didn’t happen… 😬

TWENTY EIGHT…

Some random prediction I guess for the final issue… they’ve established this engagement so I’d presume the wedding or some sort of celebration will take place to close out the final memory. I think Wally’s gonna show up somewhere - probably in the final memory - and considering this is all taking place on November 11th, which is Wallys birthday, I’m gonna say they’ll be some sort of anniversary gathering/acknowledgment of that fact. In terms of how the fight against the robot and queen bee is gonna conclude - I have no idea - same goes for how perditas gonna be saved… in all honesty, the only thing I’m truly hoping for is some confirmation on the relationship status of roy and perdita! (I don’t ask for much)

TWENTY NINE…

Anyway, I’ve really enjoyed Target and will be sad to see it end - here’s hoping for this not to be the final chapter! There is honestly so much story yet to be explored in this universe and I hope whoever at dc/WB realises it’s just as worth making as all the other stuff they’ve greenlit!

#renewyoungjustice

THIRTY…

If you’ve stuck around this far, thanks for reading!

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