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blouisparadise · 4 months

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics that feature badass Louis. If you enjoy our rec lists and want them to continue, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Bite | Mature | 10,980 words

Louis is a vampire hunter, and Harry is too happy being his prey.

2) Don't Call Me Angel | Mature | 16,648 words

Manhattan is a dangerous playground for the rich and entitled Alphas of New York. Those same wealthy Alphas are robbed after spending one night in the presence of a blue-eyed Omega and Officer Styles is assigned to the case.

3) Friendly Neighborhood Spideypool | Explicit | 18,705 words

“Don’t fuck with me, I’m not in the mood.” Louis’ got the urge to punch him in the face, but he knows deep down that if anything it’ll just add fuel to Harry's innuendo fire. “You know I only fuck you, not with you. There’s a difference. It’s slight but still there.” He’s joking, but it’s sincere in a way that only Deadpool could make it. It gives Louis a strange mix of emotions, his body doesn’t know whether to fill with butterflies or to knee Deadpool in the balls again for insinuating them fucking.

4) Death Wish | Explicit | 22,067 words

Louis hates vampires, he lives his life trying to kill as many as he can, night after night, year after year. He hates them. Then why the fuck is he kissing one? Again. “I mean it, Harry.” Louis says, into his mouth this time. “You need to get the fuck away from me.”

5) The Games We Play | Explicit | 23,488 words

Louis is a political lobbyist who chose his career over his personal life a long time ago and has never regretted it. Then he met Harry.

6) The Voice Of Range And Ruin | Explicit | 25,470 words

It seemed as if the freshly formed Omega Uprising had always been a step or two ahead of the Commandant and the rest of the reigning Alphanian officials. The idea had been floated that there must be someone working with them from the inside, reporting back to them on the government’s plans so that they could be prepared. That person had yet to be discovered, and the Commandant and his surrounding forces had finally had enough of this game of cat and mouse. Harry understood. He agreed. It needed to come to an end, one way or another. “Your job is to navigate their landscape and gain entry into their forces. You will pretend to be one of them and gain reliable intel for us. It’s clear that no one else has been capable of doing it, and you at least have some semblance of experience in this field. This has gone on for too long, Harry. Enough is enough.” He made direct eye contact with his son, holding it. “I’m counting on you.”

7) Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent | Explicit | 28,832 words

Where Harry is leading an army to overthrow the king of Cheshire and Louis is one of the volunteers who joins them along the way.

8) You Fill My Lungs With Sweetness (Can I Be Close to You?) | Explicit | 29,884 words

Busy picturing Harry’s stupid face on the stupid dummy, Louis goes through a series of kicks before returning to a low guard and cycling through punches. Harry’s still talking, gesturing with his hands as he rounds Louis, standing to his back. “You do a few butt-shaping exercises, tighten this up a little bit,” he smacks Louis’ arse and the omega freezes while Harry cheerfully continues, “you could pull this off.” “You know what?” Louis snaps, lifting on his tiptoes to get the leverage so he can wrap his arm around the alpha’s neck, forcing him to bend in half while Louis locks him in a chokehold. “Pull this off,” he snarls. They stagger over a few steps, Louis gritting his teeth as Harry tries to break free. “Is it because Payne hates me?” he complains, voice edging on an annoyed whine, “Or is it, like, an omega thing?” Too late, Louis realizes that Harry has got a grip on his leg and this time as he pulls against Louis’ hold, it loosens, the alpha lifting him in the air before slamming his back into the mat, breaking Louis’ grip completely. Harry kneels on the mat, hovering over him with a sneer, “Don’t kid yourself. Nobody thinks of you that way.”

9) Just Let Me Adore You | Not Rated | 34,913 words

The one where Louis and Harry shouldn't make sense. Where Louis' past and Harry's present intermingle and no one is thinking straight.

10) Not Everything is So Primitive (Oh, but I’m Giving In) | Explicit | 35,809 words

“Okay, hold your bloody horses, I’m coming,” Niall rips open the door, freezing at the sight of Harry, bloody and disgruntled, standing on his doorstep, “What the hell happened to you?” “My husband,” Harry grumbles, pushing past Niall and walking into his entryway, “He tried to kill me,” Harry pauses, turning to Niall and grabbing his shoulders, “He tried to kill me with his fucking car.”

11) Burning Soul | Explicit | 39,513 words

Louis is a rogue Omega wolf, all he wants is a new start. Will he allow himself to fully embrace what awaits him, or will he run again, too damaged by past hurt?

12) Soaked In The Blood Of Angels | Explicit | 40,867 words

The boy looks drugged, caught between a man who’s almost twice his size and a girl who looks like she wouldn’t even break a sweat snapping him in half despite her small stature, eyes closed and mouth open as he pants, arching up between them almost as if he’s trying to escape. Normally, Harry would ignore it and continue on his search for someone to drink from, someone who wouldn’t mind his sharp teeth and rough hands. He’s seen plenty of boys like this one, ones who picked the wrong playmates, and if he stopped to rescue every single one of them he would have died from thirst a long time ago. This one, though. There’s something about this one, the sheen of his bright blue eyes as he blinks slowly, looks around as though he doesn’t know where he is, the weakness of his hands as he tries to push the girl off of him and make his escape.

13) No Easy Choice, But You're Mine | Explicit | 45,603 words

Louis is an omega hitman with one last job that goes a little sideways. Harry is the alpha bartender that looks a little too closely and cares a little too much.

14) Falling Without Caution | Explicit | 50,350 words

Louis Tomlinson, a wanted criminal, was captured by the FBI after years of chasing. Instead of being locked up in a high-security prison, he was offered a deal. What was supposed to be the end of a decade long chase turned into a morally grey circumstance for Agent Styles.

15) Let Your Damage, Damage Me | Explicit | 57077 words

A low and dangerous growl was ripped from the future King’s chest. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” the alpha snarled, eyes dark and nostrils flared. Even as anger rushed through him at the alpha’s brutish display, Louis felt breathless at the intense gaze of the man that was going to be his future mate. ‘Tomorrow I’m going to be under all that. He will be inside me, all muscles and rage.’ Louis felt his cheeks heat again, but refused to be cowed. So he put his best smirk on display, the one alphas despised to see, the one that assured them all he had the upper hand. “Thought you were expecting me, dear husband. I’m your future mate.”

16) Men of Steel, Men of Power | Explicit | 58,849 words

“You’ve been watching me,” Styles said. Louis swallowed around nothing. He tried for light. “You’re the newest addition, people are bound to be curious,” he said. “Sure,” said Styles, in a somewhat condescending tone. “I’m not that daft, I do notice the curiosity regarding my clothes. That’s not what you’re doing though, hm?” Styles’ gaze was intense, and Louis could feel it burn on the side of his face, but kept his eyes stubbornly on the coffee cup. “I,” he said, licked his lips. Took a deep breath, tried to look open, confident, dominant. Alpha.

17) Somethin' Bout You | Explicit | 59,855 words

Of all the government agents in the world, Louis had to go and land the most charming one.

18) The Face Of Love's Rage | Explicit | 67,421 words

“What if I tell you,” the princess said slowly, “I can get you five kingdoms and a lover?” Harry’s brows rose. “Only five?” he said mockingly. “And a lover. Don’t forget the lover.” “I have a lover.” “Do you?” the omega tilted her head, smiling, “I think right now, you have a consort, two friends, and a hostage. If you marry Julien, you will lose a friend and gain another hostage. Do you want him as a hostage or as a friend?” Harry’s temper was about to snap and break all hell loose. His hands itched to do something with the wild creature in front of him, with her untamed spirit that seemed to mock his authority and challenge his very presence. Abigail Tomlinson, with all her secrets and sins, defied not only his status, but everyone who dared to get in her way. Always making everyone aware that the only reason she was still there wasn’t because Harry let her, but because she wanted to be. Seven kingdoms, two sinners and one big secret.

19) Through Struggles, To The Stars | Explicit | 80,582 words

Louis is a Starfleet captain trying to find his place in the universe. Harry is a prince just trying to do what's right.

20) The Rose Of Whitechapel | Mature | 100,182 words

Jack the Ripper au - Detective Constable Harry Styles and his partner, DC Liam Payne, lead the case on the Whitechapel murders. Louis Tomlinson, the Rose of Whitechapel, is harbouring secrets of his own, along with a dark and sordid past. When their paths cross, truths are revealed, and perhaps hearts are mended... A darkness is brewing, and it's finally come to collect on the promise it was made.

21) Gloria Regali | Not Rated | 100,985 words

"I am very proud of you," Louis admitted, his eyes displaying his conviction, "you are very brave and ridiculously determined." Harry looked at him, as he shook his head, reaching out to his hand, he held it, "Trust me, it is not enough." "What makes you say that?" "Because if it was, you would have been married to me."

22) The Galaxy's Edge | Explicit | 113,921 words

In which Louis is a bounty hunter with a messed up past. Harry is a prince who just wants to prove himself. Niall and Zayn have too many things to figure out together. And Liam just wants to take care of his family. Things never quite go as they are planned during a simple rescue job.

23) Run Like the Devil | Explicit | 139,152 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

Harry stops pouting, but his frown is still fixed in place. “Are you sure?” he asks. “You know it’s your soul you’re signing away.” He sounds…sad? No, that’s not right, but there’s something. Christ. This is the most incompetent demon Louis’ ever met. If he hadn’t seen the red of his eyes he wouldn’t believe he was a demon at all. How’d he get this job if he isn’t trying to convince Louis to deal? Or is it just another trick? A ploy for sympathy? “I’m sure,” Louis says. “Come over here and kiss me.”

24) Only You Can Be My Alpha | Mature | 212,387 words

In a world where one was either an Alpha or an Omega wolf, Louis found himself in a body that could be neither. Born an Omega without the expected characteristics of one, he felt broken, choosing to live as Alpha a lifestyle as he could. Harboring a serious lack of respect for Alphas and their authority complexes, Louis managed to get himself banished from his home, forced to wander the unforgiving woods for years, facing the elements and fighting enemy rogues each time they arose. Unbeknownst to Louis, in a tribe to the southwest of his home, there lived a dysfunctional Alpha, the orphaned pack leader Harry, who had never felt satisfied enough with anyone to settle down and continue his royal line. Living their lives apart thus far, the both of them assumed that they might be alone forever, making the best of things despite this even though it hurt. Chance, luck, or maybe fate brings Louis to this tribe when he’d least expected to receive kindness and shelter from a stranger, and when he arrives, something in his soul pulls him to Harry like a raging river current. The two don’t get off to a good start, but everyone around them can sense the chemistry—and in time they do too.

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dragon-kazansky · 18 days

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When the raven calls

Morpheus x Female Reader

You, his raven, die protecting Jessamy while rescuing the Dream Lord. When Morpheus returns to his realm, he mourns your loss, only to find a stranger waiting for him in his throne room. The stranger claims to be you, now in human form. He doesn't understand, but his raven will always watch over him.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Chapter Eleven - All together now

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The knock on your door is firm but also cautious. You can tell he is hesitant. You know it's him before he even speaks.

"Go away."

For the first time ever, Morpheus doesn't know how to feel about you. You've never spoken to him like that before. You've always welcomed him. Now he senses your disdain toward him.

"Can we talk?"

You don't answer him. Morpheus feels hopeless right now. Upsetting you was something he never wanted to do. Ever. Not since... Not since he realised just how he felt.

He gently rests his head against the door and sighs softly.

"I did what I had to do. Gault will learn her lesson, and she will return one day. I did not think this would upset you so much."

Morpheus is startled by how quickly you open the door. You glare up at him, eyes still glistening with tears.

"Upset me? You've hurt me. How dare you send Gault away like that. She was trying to protect the boy. She wasn't harming anyone."

"She was keeping Jed in a lie. It is not our job to protect them from their waking lives." Morpheus tries to tell you.

"I know that much. God, you're so... difficult!"

Morpheus stares at you.

"You punish people just because they dare say no to you. How can you be so happy about that?" You look at him desperately. "Gault. Nada. Neither of them hurt you. Just your pride."

Dream clenches his jaw. He didn't expect this personal attack on him.

"I hate that I care so much. I hate that... that I can't do anything to fix any of this. I hate... that I feel the same way she did, and yet you're letting me go about my business."

"You feel the same way?" He asks, unsure of what you're referring to.

"I'm not the way you made me. Not any more. I changed. You're not punishing me for being different."

"Your case is different."

"Is it? Because it doesn't look it to me. Gault wanted to be a Dream. I think that's beautiful. You denied her that wish and sentenced her to the darkness." You wipe at your eyes gently. "I don't like being human any more..."

Morpheus feels his heart break.

You turn back into a raven. "I won't need this room anymore. I'm going to stay a raven. So, forget everything. Forget me stupid emotions and... and the clothes and the ice cream, and all that stuff we did."

You fly past Morpheus and disappear into the palace.

Morpheus stands there with his thoughts.

☆☆☆

You had gone to the library to seek comfort in Lucienne. She wasn't surprised to see you back in your raven form. The main reason you had stayed in your human form so long before was because Dream had asked you to stay like that.

She could see he was particularly fond of you as a human.

Still, she said nothing and let you keep her company. After all, Lord Morpheus had been quite clear to her about her place in the Dreaming.

It seemed everyone was having issues with the stubborn king.

Matthew comes flying in quickly and lands on the table beside you and Jessamy. You look at him.

"I don't know how she did it, but Rose just got Lyta pregnant."

"What?" Lucienne looks at him confused.

"Apperantly it happened in her dream, and when Lyta woke up-"

"She was still pregnant."

"Very much so," Matthew confirms.

"Then it's starting." You say. Lucienne nods.

"Rose is weakening the walls between the realms."

"You gonna tell the boss?" Matthew asks.

"No." Lucienne says.

"No?"

"It's none of my business."

You caw softly and step a little closer to her hand, pecking her finger gently with affection.

"Uh, since when?"

"Since Lord Morpheus reminded me that I'm merely a librarian and should concern myself with my books from now on." Lucienne tells him.

"He said that?"

"He's being an ass." You scoff.

Matthew is surprised to hear speak badly about him. He had always assumed you looked up to the guy. You had always been so fond of him and talked very highly of him before.

"What is wrong with him?" Matthew asks.

"Nothing is wrong with him. He's always been this way." Lucienne explains. "He's juat been away so long I'd forgotten. He's determined to deal with the vortex and the missing Arcana by himself. Without anyones help. So any news must be reported directly and exclusively to him."

"Okay. But can I keep you in the loop?"

"You'd better not. In his Majesty's current mood, he could banish us to the Darkness." She sighs. "As he did Gault."

"All right, fine. I'll go back to spying on Rose. But you should make up with him. Both of you."

"I should make up with him?" You ask, almost laughing.

"Yes. Now's not the time to be fighting, not when there's a vortex getting people pregnant and runaway Nightmares doing God knows what."

You sigh. "I'm not going to talk to him."

Matthew caws.

"I'm going to help you." You say.

"Huh?"

"With Rose."

"Is that a good idea? You wanna tell the boss first?" Matthew asks.

"Nope."

Before either Matthew or Lucienne can say anything, you fly off. Matthew turns to Jessamy, who had been quiet this whole time.

"What is happening?"

Jessamy looks at him. "They're having their first fight."

Lucienne looks at her. "I see."

"I don't." Matthew caws.

"They're in love." Lucienne says softly.

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You sit outside the window of Rose's room. You can see her talking to Lyta about dreams. Lyta wants to live in her dreams with her husband and the baby.

Rose's phone rings, and she answers it. You can't hear the other side, but you can tell Rose is talking to Jed.

She knows where he is.

You could go there and keep an eye on Jed.

Someone knocks on her door and you decide to leave.

You fly off.

The location in question is a hotel. It may be three hours away from Rose, but with your access to the Dreaming, it did not take long at all. You land in a tree opposite the hotel and decide to stake it out.

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Morpheus is in his throne room looking at his broken windows. Something is happening in the Dreaming. Quakes. Violent shaking, leaving damage behind.

Something was wrong.

"Loosh? You in here?" Mervyn comes in but stops when he finds Morpheus. "Whoops. Oh, sorry, boss. I was looking for Lucienne. See ya." He tries to leave.

"Wait." Morpheus stops him. "Why were you looking for Lucienne?"

"Oh, well, we just had some minor seismic activity and a little, you know, damage i wanted to report." Mervyn says.

"Then why not report it to me?"

"Uh, because you're busy? While you were away, Lucienne started taking care of that stuff, so I figured... why bother you when-"

Morpheus looks displeased. "Mervyn, if the Dreaming has been damaged in any way, I will be the one to address it."

The whole place shakes again. The window cracks even further.

"Oh, for crying out loud. You want me to fix that for you? Or will it just keep happening?" Mervyn asks.

"It will not keep happening because I will find the cause of the disturbance, and I will eliminate it." Morpheus declares. "Thank you, Mervyn."

"Uh, you're welcome."

Morpheus looks back at the window in thought. He then walks away, heading to the library.

He walks through the aisles with books under his arm. He walks with determination and then stops when he reaches where Lucienne is.

"Lucienne?"

"My Lord."

"I have come to return these..." He hands the books he was carrying. "And to assess the extent of the damage from the recent disturbances." He looks around. "Have... you any idea as to what caused them?" He asks.

"I assumed it was you, sir."

"Me?"

"Making further improvements to the realm... now that you're back."

"Lucienne, when we last spoke, I did not mean to imply that your efforts beyond the library are without value."

"Oh?"

"I really wish to relieve you of responbilities with which, had I been here, you would never have been burdened."

"I see."

"And... in that time, did you experience any... similar seismic disturbances?" He asks slowly. He speaks carefully.

"I did not."

"Have you any... theory as to their origin?"

"Speaking strictly as a librarian? I do." She says. "But you won't like it."

"Go on."

"I know you're waiting to see I'd the vortex will lead you to The Corianthian and Fiddler's Green. The way she led you to Gault."

"She may yet still." He says.

"Yes, but while you're waiting, she's putting cracks in the foundation." Lucienne sighs.

"Rose Walker has visited this realm before and done no damage. This is something else, something new."

"Perhaps. But if there is something new in the Dreaming and you did not create it, how did it get here? This is the vortex. I assure you."

Morpheus thinks it through.

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Dream stands at your door. He hadn't brought himself to dismantle the room after what you said last time he spoke to you. In fact, he hadn't seen you since that conversation.

He felt sad. Sad that he had upset you. Sad that you had refused your human form. Sad that he didn't stop you from leaving when you got mad at him.

He wanted to talk to you, but he knew you weren't in there. "What am I doing?" He asks himself.

Morpheus walks away.

I'm sorry. He wanted to say.

Morpheus decides to give you your space and go deal with whatever is happening on his own. He can make things up with you later.

He finds himself in the dream of Lyta Hall. Rose is there, too. As is Lyta's deceased husband.

He needs to fix this.

"What do you think?" Matthew caws.

"Tell Lucienne she was right about the source of the tremors, and that I'm taking care of it."

He walks down to the house.

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You see Rose climb out of a car that just pulled up. There's a man with her. One you recognise immediately, though he didn't always look like that.

"Hm."

They head inside the hotel. You look around and then fly down to the ground, landing on two human feet. You won't get far going inside as a raven. You head for the entrance.

When you get inside, you don't see Rose or the man she was with. You sigh and look around the lobby. It's busy.

You don't even notice The Corianthian who had come inside because he thought he saw Jed run down the hall. He noticed you though.

It just hasn't clicked who you were yet.

He goes back outside. You walk further into the hotel.

Gilbert had seen and heard some things he would rather have not. He walks out of one of the rooms and frowns. As he turns, he catches a glimpse of you. Something clicks.

He knows you are.

He goes to call you, but you walk away. He panics. Gilbert heads back to the lobby and leaves a message at the front desk for Rose. He then leaves the hotel.

He needs to see Morpheus.

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Back in the Dreaming, Morpheus enters the library looking for Lucienne.

"Lucienne?"

"My Lord. There's something I must tell you." She comes out from between two shelves.

"And I will listen." He says. "But first, you must let me tell you you were right. The vortex was responsible for the damage to our realm, and I was... wrong to risk our safety in the hope that she would locate the missing Arcana."

"You were not entirely wrong, sir." She days to him. "She's found them both."

"What? The Corianthian and Fiddler's Green? Where? How do you know?" He asks.

"Fiddler's Green told me."

Gilbert comes into view and joins them. He looks at Morpheus with shame. He bows his head and looks back up at Dream.

"Apologies, lord, for having left."

"Why? Why did you leave? I trusted you. You were the heart of The Dreaming."

"No, sir. You were the heart of The Dreaming. And you were gone." Gilbert tells him. "I was curious. And it turns out that life as a human contains substance I never even imagined when I was here. Which is why I've returned because... he's murdering them."

"The Corianthian?"

"He appears to have built up a cult of worshippers who kill for pleasure, endangering the waking world and the life of a friend called Rose Walker."

"The Corianthian has found Rose Walker?" Morpheus asks, needing to know for sure.

"Yes." Gilbert looks confused.

"Can you imagine the damage he could do with someone like Rose?" Lucienne says, looking at Dream.

"You must tell me where they are."

"I thought perhaps you knew." He said. "Your raven is there, at least, I believe it was her."

Morpheus' heart sinks.

"My raven...?"

"Yes. Although, she appears to be human now." Gilbert wad rather confused. He didn't know you could do that.

Your name falls from his lips.

"No..."

Lucienne looks at Morpheus with worry. She knew you had gone to see Rose, but it didn't dawn on her that you would go so far. Now you were close to The Corianthian, too.

Morpheus leaves the library immediately.

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You see no sign of Rose or of Jed. You decide they must be upstairs somewhere. As you turn back around to head for the lifts or elevators as they call them in this country, you find yourself face to face with The Corianthian.

"Well, hello."

"Oh dear..."

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puppetwoman17 · 8 months

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Okay, so there’s this Billy Batson post-Injustice fic called A Reason to Fight on AO3, and it’s got me wanting more fics like that.

I mean, there’s so many different ways it could go.

One fic could be where he did die, and we can’t bring him back. The JL are brought back together to take on an otherworldly evil(surprise surprise) and they need the help of the gods to do it. With both conventional and unconventional means, they’re able to be granted passage to Olympus for this one catastrophic emergency(begrudgingly, because the gods sorta hate their guts).

Then they see this one glowing building, separated from the rest. It’s got a lightning bolt on it. Sparks flying around it. Gives off a less imposing vibe. There’s suspicions about what it’s for, but no one feels compelled to ask. Until a leaguer(doesn’t have to be specific, maybe Guy Gardener or Flash or whatevs) gains enough courage to ask what that place is.

The god leading them to Zeus stops dead in their tracks. They don’t speak yet. They turn and look at the leaguer who was dumb enough to ask a grieving god a question like that.

And the god replies: “The Hall of Champions is where every champion goes when they die. They are allowed to spend their afterlife in complete relaxation as the fruits of their labor. They meet others like them and forgo the troubles of their mortal lives.”

The god says that last part bitterly.

The JL immediately knows who’s inside. The building just speaks Marvel. That same stupid league member asks if they can go inside. If they can speak to one of them, no one in particular(everyone knows they’re lying, but the guilt is just too much).

The god laughs. Actually just laughs right there, in front of a bunch of mortals and super powered people who dare to think they can come anywhere near the former Champion of Magic.

The god tells them: “We granted him his wish of being part of a team because we thought it would help him through such trying times. We thought he finally had others who would look after him, something we may not always be able to do. We thought he would finally, after all these years, have something akin to family.

“And just like that, those hopes and dreams were taken away, all because our champion finally saw the light again. If you go so much as a foot closer to him, the gods of Olympus will show you the same mercy you showed your so-called teammate.”

Lol, that’s as far as I’ve gotten.

Another fic could be where he actually didn’t die, like in A Reason to Fight. He comes back to life after recharging just like in A Reason to Fight. But this time, there’s a change.

He doesn’t make himself known. He changes his identity and stays under the league radar. He doesn’t transform into Cap, but he secretly helps the people of Fawcett with his powers because BILLY was chosen, not the avatar itself.

Dunno how to go about the next part. That all depends on the plot, what characters are still alive and still dead. The timeline of when exactly he comes back and how long he stays incognito.

But somehow, someway, the League becomes aware that Marvel, that Billy, is alive. They rush to see him after (however) long. They see him alive and well…

And he’s just disgusted. Heartbroken. Scared. Angry. Tells them to f*ck off and find some other kid’s dreams to destroy. Tells them to never contact him unless it’s for business that requires the Champion’s reputation. Because despite everything, he still takes his job as Champion very seriously. Because he thought he could finally trust these adults, and they turned their backs on him.

He especially hates Superman for the looks of guilt he gives him. Just wants to punch him in the face. Same with Diana. Same with Lantern. Same with Flash and Cy. Maybe not Batman, but even association can hurt.

Again, idk where this one might go, or how the plot is or whatever, but I need more post-Injustice fics on Billy Batson damnit!

#billy batson #captain marvel #dc universe #justice league

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malice-ov-mercy · 7 months

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Dangerous

*REPOST FROM MAIN BLOG*

Summary: Don’t look at Noah’s girl—friend or colleague be damned.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x fem!Reader

Content warning: 18+! Implied criminal organization, Possessive/Jealous/Asshole Noah, mention of killing people (but no actual depictions/descriptions, though a slight Attempt of Jolly’s life is made but it’s really more of a threat), knives, brief mention of blood, mild spice but no smut (a spice that kind just makes you go oh!)

A/N: Inspiration taken from this post by @starsomens

Part 2

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Noah didn’t understand why Jolly continued to test him. He knew damn well how he felt about this girl, that he was absolutely smitten and head over heels. Sure it wasn’t an ideal situation to have put himself in, she could easily become a target—but the way she smiled at him, clung to him, how she turned him into putty to get anything she wanted, sent him into a frenzy every time. He was dangerously in love with her.

It was asinine for anyone to try and stake a claim to her when Noah already had his claws sunk deep in her heart and mind. He would scorch everything for her—even if it meant losing everything he’s spent years building with the boys. Jolly knew that, everyone around him knew that. She was his number one priority. His crew was second, job third.

Truthfully, none of them had to do this anymore. At this point, they did it for routine and enjoyment. They’d been incredibly successful and lucky enough in their work to never have to work a day in their lives again. People always say crime doesn’t pay, but for them, it’s paid very well and handsomely. Noah planned to get her the shiniest and biggest ring he could find. Even if it cost him an arm and a leg. She was worth every dime. She deserved to be showered in the finest gems and jewels.

Yet still, despite knowing Noah’s plan, Jolly insisted on flirting with her. His hugs always lingered a little too long. He always stared too much. It was clear to everyone that he had a thing, but no one said anything—except Noah. Jolly feigned ignorance. It’s like he wanted Noah to kill him. Maybe he had a death wish he wasn’t aware of. If Jolly kept up his stupid game, Noah may just have to fulfill it.

“I’ve not seriously threatened to kill you in years,” Noah said, venom evident in his voice. If looks could kill, Jolly would be dead where he stood. “So back off before we lose a vital member of our team, okay?”

Jolly says nothing. He just keeps his eyes locked onto Noah’s. They’re filled with hate—pure, unadulterated hate. Jolly knows that look very well, though he’s never been on the receiving end. He knows his friend is deathly serious, but he still wants to push his luck.

“She’s her own person. Surely—“

His words are cut short as he feels the tip of a knife just below his ribs. Noah raises a brow at him.

“Are you sure you want to finish that sentence Jolly?”

Noah pushes the knife a little more. He can’t help the sick, sinister grin that spreads across his face seeing Jolly grimace. He hadn’t stuck him, but he may have nicked his skin. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little tempted to plunge the blade into Jolly’s side. He warned that man countless times about staying away from her. This is the first time though that he’d seriously considered killing him over it—friend and colleague be damned. However, that would leave quite a mess on his expensive carpet. But still, Jolly needed to learn.

“Now, fuck off and go do your job,” Noah spits as he discreetly puts his knife away. Jolly’s deep breath and glare makes him scoff. He flips Noah off and walks away. “And if I see you near her again—“

A different knife whirs past Jolly’s head and sticks into the wall. He stands there shocked. He can feel blood trickle from a small cut on his cheek. It’s a good thing he had his hair up or else he may have gotten an unwanted haircut.

“I’ve killed for more and killed for less, Jolly. It’d be wise of you to remember that—and who.”

Jolly whips around, anger bubbling in his stomach at the satisfied smug smirk on Noah’s face.

“You’re fucking insane, you know that?!”

“So I’ve been told.”

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You leap to your feet when Jolly comes out of Noah’s office. He looks royally pissed off. The smile he gives you doesn’t reach his eyes like it usually does. He greets you all the same, though something feels off.

“Is everything okay? Did I get you in trouble?” You asked concerned. His smile softens.

“No, no of course not! Loverboy’s just in a mood is all.”

You don’t fully believe him but accept his answer anyway.

“Okay,” is all you say, offering a small smile.

“There’s that beautiful smile! The one that would start endless wars!” Jolly teases.

Your smile widens and you look down at your feet. He’s always been so kind to you. The door to Noah’s office opens. You look up and are greeted by Noah’s smile and dark eyes. He was always so happy to see you. He made you feel like you were the only woman in the entire universe.

“(Y/N)! My precious little treasure!” He said cheerfully. It made your heart skip. “Come in! I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day!”

You waved goodbye to Jolly. He half heartedly smiled and nodded. Noah’s eyes stared daggers at him.

“Jolly.” Noah said his name rather harshly.

“Yep.”

Jolly sighed heavily, shoving his hands in his pockets as he made his way down the hall.

You look between the two, concern evident on your face. Noah noticed and gently hooked a finger under your chin, coaxing your face towards him. He grinned sweetly at you. His eyes fell to your lips, lingering on them for a while. Heat spread across your cheeks when he placed his thumb on them. He leaned forward until you were face to face. Noah’s eyes came back to yours. There was a deep desire and lust in them that made your knees weak.

“How have you been?” His voice low and sultry. The heat of his breath on your lips made you dizzy.

“Uhm,” you started. The hungry smirk on his face as you felt his thumb slightly dip between your lips set your body ablaze. You felt like you were floating

“The thoughts that are running through my mind right now,” Noah’s other hand slides down to your waist and pulls you flush against him. He moves his thumb back to your chin and tilts your head up. “Step into my office.”

Noah doesn’t allow any space between you. He walks backwards into his office, carefully pulling you with him. When your both inside, he take his hand off your waist and pushes the door closed. He keeps it planted above you so he’s looking down at you. His other hand still feather light under your chin.

“You never answered my question,” he husked, “How have you been?”

“I’ve been good. I missed you though.”

He smiles. His head dips low again and presses his forehead to yours. He placed a soft kiss on your lips. He nuzzled your cheek then moved to your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume deeply.

“I missed you too,” he whispered against your neck.

“Are— are you and Jolly okay?” You quietly asked.

“We’re fine,” Noah brushed his lips against your skin, “Nothing to worry your gorgeous head about, my treasure.”

Noah smiled, relishing in the way your breathing faltered when he slid his knee between your legs.

“Besides,” he brought his lips back to yours, teasing you, “We have so much catching up to do.”

You gasp breathlessly as his mouth closes on your neck. He nips at the skin then kisses it tenderly. You grab at his sides, sinking your nails in his shirt. The corners of his mouth curl and he bites your neck a little harder. One of his hands comes to rest on your hip while the other ever so slightly creeps under the hem of your shirt. His touch is light.

“Noah…” you moaned.

His hand crept further up at the sound of his name. You sounded so needy.

“Hm?” He hummed against your neck.

You struggled to get your words out. He was so persistent with peppering your neck with little kisses and bites. You groaned loudly when he bit the spot, sucking just long and hard enough that there would be a mark.

“What’s the matter, (Y/N)?” He whispered in your ear, “Cat got your tongue?”

“I-I’m sorry i-if me hanging out w-w-with Jolly has you upset with him. I-it was my idea and—“

“(Y/N),” Noah cuts you off, firmly grabbing your jaw.. His eyes are dark, dangerous. You haven’t seen that look much, but you knew what it meant.

“I don’t want to talk about Jolly right now, okay?”

You nod. His gaze softens and he smiles.

“Good. Now… where were we?”

#noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fanfiction #Noah Sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omen fanfic

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"if uncle is sending gifts and stuff, then lu ten must be alright," zuko says into the silence.

the two siblings are sitting side by side beneath a tree in the garden. the palace is only ever quiet lately, unless azula has her friends brought over.

azula sneers, but it's halfhearted. "i don't know why he wouldn't be. he was holding back from going all this time for no reason. what's the point of reaching your peak and breaking bending records if you're not gonna go out and use your bending?" she mutters. her cousin frustrated her sometimes with his grown up weirdness. training and sparring, but not wanting to actually go and fight? is it just a little hobby or game to him?

you know that's not it, she thinks. lu ten is dedicated. his thing just... isn't fighting. she's seen him debating with fire lord azulon's council of old nutcases from behind the drapes. she's seen the exhaustion on his face after an all nighter in the library.

the pearl dagger is light and cool in zuko's hands. he wonders why lu ten didn't send any gifts or write a letter yet.

"i know he hasn't been gone very long, but... i don't know. i think he didn't wanna go for a reason, don't you think?" he cranes his head.

azula's rolling a sharp pebble between her fingers and glaring at the turtleducks as if they personally offended her. "he told me that uncle wasn't gonna make him. it's just not my style, crabcake," she mimicks his deeper voice and jerks her head side to side in mockery, then deflates. "it's not gonna make a difference, so it's gonna be forever until he gets to come back. lu ten has no war experience. uncle iroh just wanted him there as- as a show pony. someone to make his tea for him because nobody else makes his stupid tea right."

zuko wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. the resentment for their uncle hasn't always been in her tone when she spoke of him, has it? "you thought the letter was funny."

"of course i thought it was funny. i just wish he'd put his money where the mouth is already and finish up out there. almost 600 days and barely any progress," she drawls, gesturing her hands in an exaggerated circle. "i want lu ten back home before our birthdays. we can go down to the city markets and get tanghulu with chili powder and lime."

the two siblings sigh at the thought of all the street food they aren't allowed to eat unless lu ten is at home to sneak it in for them. soon, zuko will get sneaky enough to be able to do that for himself. so when lu ten comes back, he'll get twice as much street food. unless azula finds out and snitches on him. which, she probably will.

it's only a matter of time until he comes back. its just like what lu ten said to zuko about his fire bending.

there's another end to every tunnel in life, squirt. as long as you keep on living and staying strong, time will deliver you to the end of it.

fighting shouldn't have to be lu ten's thing, azula muses next to her brother. she thinks to the future, where lu ten is fire lord and azula is his top general and strategist. her cousin hates the council so much, he'll probably fire all of them. he might hire a new bunch, or maybe he wouldn't, because he'd realize that he has a whole war council of generals wrapped in one person and twice as good in azula alone.

it'll still be decades before lu ten gets the crown, which is a shame. in azula's opinion, the nation would be better off if the crown went to anyone else except the guy that takes almost 600 days to crush a city that's so pitiful it's rationing water. either lu ten or father would be ideal. lu ten has dedication and thinks outside the box all the time. father has willpower and strong authority. both are stubborn as mules but know how to get the job done efficiently.

as far as azula is concerned, uncle has none of those qualities. dedication and stubborness, maybe, but that's only because he even knows how lazy and slow he is, so he has to cut himself some slack.

anger curls in her chest at the thought of the doll. her uncle had no real reason to want her cousin to join, he just wanted him to be there. he's probably stuck in uncle's tent making him tea while uncle is out there genuinely thinking azula would like a stupid toy as a gift. if lu ten was by uncle's side like uncle said he would be, he would've slapped the doll right out of his dad's hands, because he knew better.

a light knock on the door startles her. she's been so wrapped up in her studies the past two hours, reality had fallen away.

lu ten peaks his head in and smiles. there's a tray with tea and a big bowl of azula's favorites- purple sweet potatoes, mooncake, strawberry mochi, a variety of cut up fruit.

'one large order of tooth-achers for my studious little princess,' lu ten chirps.

azula snorts and pushes the scroll away. 'i didn't order anything. you must be going senile in your old age,' she replies. as she comes closer, the scent of mangosteen tea and freshly baked sweet potato eases the tension out of her body.

'that's a big word, i'm proud of you,' her cousin replies dryly, and sits the tray down on her bed. then yelps, as azula pounces and jabs his side at the joke. 'i don't need orders. it's all this cousin's intuiton, you see. i hear these strange voices that tell me when one of my needy little monsters is in dire need to be served and pampered.'

azula rolls her eyes and replies by gracefully jamming an entire ball of mochi in her mouth. the mercy is temporary- once she's done chewing, she'll get right back to hurting his feelings.

#alicias writing stuff #this doesnt even have to be an au this can be canon compliant #all this stuff is technically supposed to be for the dai li lu ten au #cus of the light implications that lu ten isnt working side by side with iroh #(hes busy committing treason) but you can ignore that lol

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namorslutfanfiction · 1 year

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girl I'm down bad for tenoch, like i havent been in a long time for a male celebrity. i am obsessed!! his birthday is tomorrow!

i have so much curiosity about him (as a person, you know), like does he believe in astrology? hes such an aquarius! and because of that, the answer could be yes or no hahah

I have been practicing my spanish more nowadays; i have read almost every single tweet this man has tweeted. im currently reading his book (which is amazing!! must read for people who want to know more about mexicos power dynamics, racism, colorism! very enlightening; as a latina myself, i could swap mexico to my countrys name and it would fit perfectly) (also he is very articulated, intelligent and funny! such an easy-going read besides the theme).

whats his favorite book? what kind of songs he listens to? share your spotify account with me tenoch!!

whats his comfort food? whats his WhatsApp profile picture? is it from a professional shoot or a selfie he took on his phone? did he cave in and bought an iphone? did he have pets growing up? whos taking care of his plants back home?

does he have a nickname? maybe 'Té', or 'Noche'? or is it something that has nothing in common with his name (my family nickname is completely different from my given name)?

and so on so on!! i need ANSWERS!! necesito tomarme un trago con el!! necesito pachequearme y hablar de la vida con este hombre!!!

Same. Like I literally found myself back on this godforsaken site after years because I needed to be able to vent about my love and obsession for this man.

Oh I would love to know his random opinions and his belief systems. I think he would find it amusing that we have looked up his astrological chart to the best of our abilities. Like he would definitely think "wow thats extensive" but he wouldn't make fun of it like some guys do.

So I know like very rudimentary Spanish that I learned because of my job. I got so often mistaken as some type of latin or hispanic person that it was easier to learn enough Spanish to get by and guests were always so understanding. "Oh she can understand us but it's hard for her to reply." I want to learn more Spanish but I don't have the time right now. I wish I could read his book but a translation isn't out yet.

As a filipino I feel like there will be a lot for me to relate to in the book considering the rampant colorism in all parts of Asia. Filipinos are often referred to as the 'Mexicans' of Asia. Which is weird but also fitting. What snippets of translation I've seen have been so interesting though.

I know he hates reggaeton with so much passion its kind of hysterical. I think I remember him mentioning one of his favorite books in an interview but I can't remember off the top of my head. I knoooow this man has all kinds of proud Latin music on his playlist. Also unabashed bangers like Selena.

He apparently has a screenshot from his whatsapp on his twitter somewhere and I think it's like a normal pic not anything professional.

DOES TENOCH HAVE PLANTS? THAT IS THE QUESTION I NEED ANSWERED BECAUSE I AM A PLANT MOM!

Did you see that interview where he was mad hungry and eating the food the interviewer bought him? I wonder if he's one of those mexican dads who is willing to try a bunch of stuff or if he's the type to always choose latin food over anything else.

I've seen some of his activist friends call him 'Noch' or 'Nochie' I also know that Diego Luna specifically calls him 'chiquitin'. And that makes me giggle because I think he smiles his stupid cute smile every time Diego calls him that.

LOL I have two first names and depending on who you are decides which one you call me. So I don't have any nicknames. Everyone would just get even more confused.

I wanna talk to him about everything, life, love, politics, bull shit, the things that make us happy, the things that make us sad. I wanna talk about our pasts, our futures, our dreams.

I want his advice. Like I bet he gives the best life advice.

thank you for the ask,

#ask #ask me

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raysources · 2 years

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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 , PART TWO — a collection of one - liners taken from episodes six - ten of the first season of the hbo max show, our flag means death. slightly edited for clarity. change pronouns as necessary. PART ONE.

❛ it’s been days since i’ve cut myself on my sword . ❜ ❛ run me through . ❜ ❛ science tells us that all the useful organs are on the right part of the body . ❜ ❛ i don’t feel fear . ❜ ❛ be careful what you ask your god for ... she might just answer . ❜ ❛ looks like there’s trouble in paradise . ❜ ❛ the love of a pet makes a man weak . ❜ ❛ knives are knives , meat’s meat . ❜ ❛ maiming’s different . love a good maim . ❜ ❛ i’m not a good person , [ name ] . ❜ ❛ i’m not a good person , [ name ] . that’s why i don’t have any friends . ❜ ❛ hey ... i’m your friend . ❜ ❛ not for nothing , but that guy really is a dick , huh ? ❜ ❛ i’m used to death , but , um ... but not , um ... your death . ❜ ❛ i just wasn’t built for sittin’ idle . ❜ ❛ once they’re out ... they don’t go back in . ❜ ❛ i don’t even know what your favorite color is . ❜ ❛ this is fuckin’ fascinating . ❜ ❛ i can’t be seen treasure hunting . ❜ ❛ you are kind of intense , like ... all of the time . ❜ ❛ that’s the guy i’m after . who’s he ? ❜ ❛ oh my god , this is happening . ❜ ❛ you don’t have to be a dick about it . ❜ ❛ that bizarre little man over there likes you very much , and you like him . ❜ ❛ i have to finish the job . ❜ ❛ well , wake his ass up then ! ❜ ❛ it’s not like we were together or anything . ❜ ❛ i don’t even think that i can stay in that room anymore . ❜ ❛ sounds like you two had quite a wild time . ❜ ❛ well , technically , the fire killed those guys . not me . ❜ ❛ i’ve been in plenty of rooms , but ... i’ve never had one . ❜ ❛ if it weren’t for you , i wouldn’t be alive today . ❜ ❛ the two of you actually have more in common than you think . ❜ ❛ if he’s a friend of yours , i’m sure there’s something in there i’ll like . ❜ ❛ don’t try to save me . ❜ ❛ honestly , [ name ] , i don’t like who you are around this guy . ❜ ❛ never turn your back on a bastard ! ❜ ❛ you were always gonna realize what i am . ❜ ❛ do you think he’s better looking than me ? ❜ ❛ okay , and do we think this is more of a spat or a rupture with [ name ] ? ❜ ❛ lucky for you , i’m fantastic at breakups . ❜ ❛ did ya know he really liked you ? i hope you know that . ❜ ❛ i wish god took me instead ! ❜ ❛ we’re all just in various stages of fucking each other over ! ❜ ❛ better alive than dead . ❜ ❛ you came back . ❜ ❛ never left . ❜ ❛ i’m a strong reader / writer , so both , double threat . ❜ ❛ trust me , i was born for this kind of espionage . ❜ ❛ you know , i’m a ... “ life is cheap ” kind of guy . ❜ ❛ we’ll find a way out of it , okay ? ❜ ❛ at some point in a man’s life , he has to face the music . for the things he’s done ... and the people he’s hurt . ❜ ❛ oh my god ! i don’t wanna die ! ❜ ❛ overthinking things as usual . ❜ ❛ you really don’t have to do this . ❜ ❛ the plan is just to go with the flow , see what happens . ❜ ❛ i'm folding stuff ... and that’s okay . ❜ ❛ i’ve only got stupid ideas . ❜ ❛ right now , i just wanna do what makes [ name ] happy . ❜ ❛ these past few weeks ... have been ... the most fun i’ve had in ages , years . maybe ever . ❜ ❛ i reckon what makes [ name ] happy ... is ... you . ❜ ❛ you make [ name ] happy . ❜ ❛ there’s always an escape . ❜ ❛ [ name ] ... is not a human . you’re a monster . a plague . ❜ ❛ part of good leadership is restraint . ❜ ❛ i find myself growing in ways i never before thought possible . ❜ ❛ darling ? i’m home . ❜ ❛ no matter what you see or hear , you do not breathe a word under pain of death . understood ? ❜ ❛ [ name ] ’s told me so much about you , i feel like i already know you . ❜ ❛ i’m in the blanket fort . ❜ ❛ hate is such a strong , a - and wrong , word . ❜ ❛ and this fictional character ... he’s having a hard time ? ❜ ❛ you mean just curl up into a ball and die ? ❜ ❛ there’s a sock on the door ! are you a freakin’ idiot ? ❜ ❛ life’s a hard sad death . ❜ ❛ my genius won’t be translated into human language . ❜ ❛ i hate to say it , but it would’ve been so much better if he’d really died . ❜ ❛ i’ve seen death . i’ve been the cause of death . it changes you ... forever . ❜ ❛ this , whatever it is that you’ve become ... is a fate worse than death . ❜ ❛ unhand me or bleed . ❜ ❛ you were going to stab me ! ❜ ❛ we just can’t seem to stop hurting each other , can we ? ❜ ❛ how does it feel ... to be in love ? ❜ ❛ i think i have found that . his name is [ name ] . ❜ ❛ there’s just one hitch . we need a corpse . ❜ ❛ everyone’s had a go at killing me but me . i’d like a shot . ❜ ❛ you know you’re killing her , right ? ❜ ❛ [ name ] probably wanted to discuss feelings or something . ❜ ❛ [ name ] was much happier when you were gone . ❜ ❛ he may have survived that . ❜ ❛ now that’s a fuckery . ❜

#our flag means death rp #rp meme #ask meme #rp prompts #sentence starters

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tristayranambrosio · 2 months

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Notorious/Altruistic Day 5 - February 22 DWC

(Keeping it going as I desperately try to keep up with @daily writing challenge seems I'm gonna be a day behind though) “You’re scowling again.” Nestor sings at me playfully. I growl at the middle aged Elf dressed in the finery of a noble with an affinity for hues bright enough to make one’s eyes hurt. He was a riot of violet and sunset with waist long hair that was cuffed and beaded in artful chaos with a whole ear cuff and what he thought was a -scandalous- eyebrow hoop that he had clearly gotten when rebelling against his ‘upper city’ parents in his long ago youth. The Director of the Crimson Curtain Nestor, having forsaken a surname but kept the fortune to ‘slum’ with the true life blood of the city. He was graying at the temples and I think after too many years being someone he wasn’t Nestor the Notorious Cabaret Lord of The Crimson was now unabashedly who he was. I almost hate him for that freedom, the way he could be himself without a care for what the world saw, love as he loved… His Partner the Tauren Florist cast the Aging elf a warning glance for tripping my fuse while I was behind the bar given my tendency to break bottles when I gripped them too hard. I had taken a part time gig that I didn’t need to stop my clan from asking inconvenient questions, they wouldn’t accept that I just wanted to play in our band, that I felt at home somewhere at last… With Estibahn the cockiest Goblin bastard bassist… And my beautiful Rose. I grunt and turn my back because I am scowling… because my Rose… who I remind myself is -not- mine is crooning a love song to one of the women in the crowd. Nestor turns to what I’m -decidedly- not looking at as I wipe down the bar, “Our little star, It’s beautiful don’t you think Jezz? How the boy is so altruistic with his romance… his affections. That he still makes them all feel so desired, wanted but never crosses lines. Its a delicate little dance.” “Isn’t that his -job-” I toss over my shoulder and I hate myself for it, my jealous stupid self pretending that I’m not wishing I was that bitch in the audience, with his hand cupping my chin singing into my lips while dressed in glittering costumes and jewels of teal, contrasting his perfect form against the overwhelming hues of sunset. “Oh come on now Jezzy!” Nestor swats my arm and I whirl to look at where this elf had the nerve to -touch- me like it’s some sour fruit stuck to me even long after the playful swat had gone, “He’s not employed as a Gigolo though gods above I’m certain we’d make a fortune if he was. No this is charity. And it almost brings a tear to the eye.” “Charity?” I scoff gripping tight to my bitterness as my turn forced me to see Trist lean to slip from the stage to straddle that woman’s chair with her in it, still singing like a siren as she gazes up at him with naked desire. Ancestors help me… He’s so different when they look at him like that… unashamed of their appreciation. I make myself finish hating myself… hating that I lash out and say the words I want to turn inward about the person who makes me feel alive, “You mean telling them pretty lies, being some fantasy for tips… its all a smoke show like everything here.”

Then Nestor’s words turned dark, hard, and cold, “But if you hurt him, Jezza. If you break my boy, You will always regret it. So stop -growling- and tell him how you feel before you let him slip away. Especially with Archstone -skulking- around again.” The horror in my face and form has me locked in place, did this- did he know what that would mean!? He knows?! How!? Nestor hopped off his stool and reopened his fan with a thwap and purred to his mate, “Now lets go get a closer look, shall me my beautiful bull?” I watch them in abject awe and Palehoof dips an understanding nod my way, hand always lightly brushing Nestor’s lower back with the gentlest hands I’d ever seen. I’m too stunned to rage… how did they know?! I- Have fallen in way too deep.

#roleplay #moon guard #world of warcraft #wow oc #bard #warcraft rp #short story #trist'ayran #daily writing challenge #@daily writing challenge

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jeonlicious · 1 year

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Plot: Y/N surprises her boyfriend Tae at one of his concerts by recruiting one of the security guards to get her backstage. While decked out in bts merch and the necklace Tae got her for their fourth year anniversary. Tae notices her mid-song while she was dancing her heart out to Make It Right.

After the concert, he runs up to her and hugs her tight and she tells him she doesn’t have to go to school for a month cuz she’s on break. So he asks her to come on tour with them, and she accepts, promptly buying enough bts merch from the stall for the trip.

The two of them end up sharing a room every night, but trouble in paradise arises when Y/N starts to notice that during every. Single. Meet and greet during the tour, there’s a different fan there that decided to hit on her man. She gets really jealous, so during the last concert-which happens to be both live and virtual-her man announces their relationship right in the middle of the concert.

MY ONLY ONE ; taehyung

pairing: idol!taehyung x fan!reader

synopsis: “He loves you so much, trust me. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: jealous y/n and tae who’s so in love with her :’)

word count: 796

author’s note: thank you so much for requesting!! i hope you’ll like it 🫶🏻 english is not my first language.

“Baby, you can’t be serious.” Taehyung pinched his brows, thinking about the whole situation. “You know that they are just fans, that’s what they do,”

“That doesn't mean that you can get flirty with them Taehyung! I’m your girlfriend!” You shouted throwing a pillow at him, which he caught right in front of his face.

“Y/N, look, I-“ He didn’t even finish his sentence when you interrupted him. “No Tae, you look. Why don’t you just say that you have a girlfriend, it’s not that hard.” You said sitting down on the bed. “It’s not that easy love, you know the contract, I have to keep our relationship secret, for your safety.” He kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“Fuck my safety! I’d rather be hated by your fans than have to look at how they flirt with you, and you flirt back!” Tears started to form in your eyes, the familiar sting getting more uncomfortable with each second.

You loved him, and you loved what he did but sometimes you wished he was a normal person like you. Not some super famous superstar who has millions of fangirls screaming his name. You just wished you could go outside with him, hold his hand, kiss his cheek. Without being scared of that someone might snap a picture and in seconds the whole world would know about it.

Of course, you wanted people to know that he’s taken, that he’s yours and none else. He also wanted to make it clear that he has a girlfriend, if he could he would bring you to the stage kiss you and let everyone know that you belong with him.

But he simply couldn’t.

The risk of you getting hurt by his fans is very high, and he couldn’t stand that. He wouldn’t want to see get sad over stupid things like this, he wants you to be happy, with him.

“Baby it’s late, I don’t want to argue with you.” He stood up and went to the bathroom. Leaving you on the bed all alone with teary eyes. You quickly wiped them and dressed into your pajamas.

By the time Taehyung was done showering, you were already sleeping in your shared bed. Snuggled in the soft blankets far too lost in the dream world to notice him cuddling to you. He put his hand on your shoulder looking over to check on you, kissing your temple he wrapped his hands around your waist and quickly fell asleep too.

The next day went by too quickly, it was already 6 pm and you were backstage with the boys. While Taehyung was getting ready when Hoseok joined you on the couch.

“Why the long face Y/N, aren’t you excited about the concert?” He asked studying your expression and noticing your eye bags which you did a terrible job at covering this morning. “I am Hobi, but I’m just a bit sad.” You sighed looking at your feet. “And why’s that?” He wondered gently placing his hand on your back.

“Because I fought with Tae yesterday, I screamed at him for no reason and now I regret it.” You said looking into his eyes. “Was it about the ‘flirting with fans’ thing?”

“Yeah- Wait, how do you know about it?” You looked at him suprised. “Well Tae texted us last night in the group chat about it, he felt very sorry Y/N. He loves you so much, trust me. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.” He said patting your back and getting up to go get his hair fixed.

The concert went amazing, you were screaming your heart out to every song dancing and jumping to the beat. Suddenly the music stopped and you looked at Taehyung who was already looking at you.

“I would like to dedicate this song to a very special person of mine. Y/N this is for you, I love you.” He said and Make It Right started blasting through the speakers.

You felt so many emotions at once, you were so surprised that you didn’t even notice Taehyung throwing a rose at you which you quickly caught. There was a little note attached to it. ‘My love, from now on I will make sure to let everyone know that you’re my only one’

You smiled blowing him a kiss while he was dancing on the stage with Jungkook. Purposely imitating you and him when you had your first date, dancing romantically. You laughed and cheered for them. Being happy that you can finally express love to each other how you always wanted.

#𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 #𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 — request #taehyun x reader #taehyung fic #taheyung x yn #taehyung x you #taehyung x y/n #taehyung fluff #taehyung fanfic #bts v #bts taehyung #bts tae x reader #bts x you #bts fic #bts fanfic #ask elli

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Rewatching tbb wish me luck.

S1E1

First thing I've noticed is that the way tbb fights is really inefficent. It looks cool until you realize they're taking out droids one by one and techs droid poppers are only good for one use each. A normal droid popper would take out maybe like 6 droids at once if they're close enough. Tech used three and got three but we saw the whole sequence of it ig bc it's mean to be cool?

And again like I'm confused bc how much of this is their own skill and how much is access to weapons that regular clones don't have.

Like why does tech insist on getting as close as possible to stick these grenades and droid poppers on droids when the more efficient thing is to throw it from a distance?

"if you're done hiding down there" shut UPPPP oh my god

You know how like. Ppl say the Travis books are mean spirited and the jkr books are mean spirited. This feels mean. Like these are clones who were about to be overrun, who needed help, who relied on you to save them and you're immediately berating them for what?? Needing reinforcements? Waiting for YOU to do YOUR job?

No bc like just how like in s7 tbb gets away with breaking chain of command they do it here too. The captains right to berate them for insubordination like huh.

Caleb's voice has me in tears 😭

Geez the way they converse is so annoying. Wrecker is so annoying. I don't like characters that yell a lot sorry.

Kinda crazy that it took tbb that long to run back.

"talk to the reg captain" he has a name

Again the way they say regs just sounds like a slur.

Also like I feel like episode one is just the beginning of everyone else being rewritten in order to prop up tbb like kanans fans were PISSED his entire story about O66 was rewritten to give something to them.

Ah yes the first instance of Wrecker and tech being the dumb/genius trope.

Now that I think about it it actually feels kinda disrespectful to have like. The goofier/funnier moments of like the food fight and all that in an episode where a genocides just been committed???

And like wrecker isn't funny they don't actually know how to write funny. When that one critic said their personalities had been turned up to an almost caricaturish degree they were right.

And tech here asking that one clone what division he's from and naturally being brushed aside and then using that as evidence that they're still the same. Like huh. You see kaminos lockdown you see the Jedi have all been executed you see ppl got shit to do and you step directly in front of someone to ask them a stupid question like that 😭 like what was even the point of that scene they just screen wiped immediately after 😭

Good lord they're so ugly.

"they manipulated preexisting aberrations in our DNA--" ok so like. An aberration implies something bad. Defect implies something bad. But it's clear these aberrations were good differences taken to their extremes. Because in what world is looking at someone's DNA and seeing there actually a genius (barring that this isn't how this works) like actually a defect. "Oh this guy's strong and this one seems to have stronger senses" that's. They started out good and then were taken further??? Like??? And it was done on purpose too, not like the the Batch were unplanned, the Kaminoans specifically made them this way which is a luxury and privilege like no other clones can have.

Which is what annoys me so much about tbb being bullied by regs for being ~different~ bc that's such a shallow read on what differences exatly would make the regs hate tbb so much. Like no kdy gets bullied for being smart or strong they get bullied for being annoying as hell and being arrogant and derisive to ppl they think are "beneath" them. So the bad batch were bullied for their appearance then and the privilege they have over other clones in clone society. So like. These white boys that were made to be better than everyone else and get rewarded for it all the time look down on the """regs""" why am I meant to side w tbb lbr. Like it looks like hyped up white kids getting bullied by jealous brown kids. Huh. Bffr.

This is so bad. IM ONLY 18 MINUTES IN WHAT--

"you're more machine than man percentage wise" die

#ch posts #tbb rewatch #just. shrieks lmao

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clonerightsenthusiast · 1 year

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okay I've seen a couple tags now and I'm dying of curiosity - what is the magic shotgun that eats sins??

oh, you've done it now. the magic shotgun that eats sins is actually just the tip of the iceberg of this deeply, deeply stupid story.

So. Our story begins in 1985. Peter David writes a four-part story in Peter Parker, the Spectacular Spider-Man, called The Death of Jean DeWolff. It will become known as one of the all-time greatest Spider-Man stories.

The Death of Jean DeWolff follows Peter as he investigates the murder of his friend, police captain Jean DeWolff, as well as several other murders by a serial killer calling himself the Sin-Eater. The Sin-Eater has super soldier-esque physical abilities, but no other powers. He uses a regular ass shotgun to kill people he believes have transgressed against society. The Sin-Eater is pretty explicitly a narrative foil for Spider-Man, and it is thematically extremely important that he kills people. Put a pin in that.

The Sin-Eater appears in this story, and then a sequel story (I'm not sure exactly how much later, about a year or two I think?) where he dies.

Now. Flash forward about 35 years. Nick Spencer, my greatest enemy, is the writer on The Amazing Spider-Man. For reasons that truly elude me, he decides to resurrect this classic villain, but... different. The Sin-Eater is no longer a slightly physically enhanced serial killer. Now he has the power to sense evil in people's souls. And, most importantly, he has a magic shotgun. That eats people's sins.

What does this mean, you ask? How does anything, let alone a gun, eat people's sins?

Excellent question. Moving on.

Now a lot of the details of this plot are fuzzy for me because I've done a really excellent job of repressing most of Nick Spencer's writing and I wish to god the current writers would stop reminding me about the dumb shit he did. But the broad strokes are that Sin-Eater forms a cult and starts shooting villains with his magic shotgun. And when he shoots them, they don't die. He eats their sins, and they stop being villains. They repent and decide that they're good and nice now. And also Sin-Eater gets their superpowers. Those are also sins, I guess.

This all comes to a head when he takes aim at the man in the Spider-Man canon with the most sins to his name: Norman Osborn. Sin-Eater wants to shoot him and make him good. Peter, who doesn't trust like that, wants to stop him from doing this. Norman, who's the worst, is being generally unhelpful to both parties. (Also there's this whole thing where all the other 616 spider-people (and also Gwen, who doesn't even live in this universe?) debate whether to interfere because of future visions of Peter dying and blah blah blah it's not important.)

Peter ultimately fails to keep Norman away from the Sin-Eater (I think he shoots the Juggernaut and gets his powers or something) and Norman gets shot with the magic shotgun. And his sins are eaten.

What does that mean, you ask again? Great question.

So I honestly forget what happens to the Sin-Eater because it literally does not fucking matter. Because it's time for Nick Spencer's grand finale, which really fucking sucks and is so bad seriously do yourself a favor and don't read it, and Norman Osborn is, like, nice now. I don’t have screencaps on hand of that but I do have this one of another extremely stupid thing that happens in Last Remains. God I hate that story. When will somebody eat Nick Spencer’s sins, I want to know.

So after that trainwreck finally ends, the book passes hands to a new set of writers for the next chapter of ASM, Spider-Man: Beyond, and he's still like this. Norman isn't really around for the next arc (which focuses on my bestest boy Ben Reilly), but his sins are!

They get put in someone else.

Spider-Man: Beyond ends, and Amazing Spider-Man gets handed to Zeb Wells as the new writer. And Norman is back in the limelight. And his sins sure are still gone. And between that and Gold Goblin, a spin-off just for our good pal Norm, we really start to get a look at what it means for his sins to have been eaten by a magic shotgun.

And it um. Well. Um. I get the feeling Nick didn't really leave a lot of notes? If he put any thought into it at all.

So. What does it mean for your sins to be eaten? Norman refers, often, to his sins being "gone". But the actual events still very much happened; everyone still remembers them happening; their effects are still very much felt. But Norman now has a conscience, and is haunted by guilt for the many many many terrible things he's done.

He even has a big ol' Wall of Guilt vision board featuring: Peter Parker listed four times; his own son whose life he ruined in countless ways listed third; the baby he had killed like, more than halfway down the board; a whole host of Clone Saga throwbacks (which I, clone saga lover that i am, appreciated at least; hashtag justice for seward trainer) but also notably not Ben Reilly, who nevertheless shows up like a week later to kick his ass for all the shit he did to him.

This isn't super relevant but I just find this giant monument to his own crimes that is simultaneously kind of overboard and also still somehow incomplete really funny. Anyways, it's proof all the bad shit he did is still very much real.

And now here's where we return to the sins. Because as you'll remember, Norman's sins aren't just gone. They're in somebody else. Specifically a clone of Ashley Kafka, another character who's been done dirty. And having Norman's sins put in her have made her evil. And not just that, they're physically killing her. Here are Norman's thoughts on the subject:

And he's read some science about it, so I think we have to take him at his word.

Now. There's a lot here. Let's recap the things we now know about sins:

They are linked to but a separate thing from the actual bad thing that you did

Are ALSO linked to your superpowers, maybe.

They prevent you from feeling remorse. In their absence you feel REAL bad about what you did.

They can be transferred to somebody else who had absolutely nothing to do with the actual things that spawned your sins

They make you evil

They physically kill you. This may just be if you have somebody else's sins that don't belong to you, because Norman did not seem to be dying of sin poisoning before he got shotgun'd

Losing them does not stop you from considering murder a legitimate solution to your problems

They can die, or at least go out of the world if the person holding them dies.

[Blaseball voice] A sin is a physical concept

So. Because Nick Spencer wanted to bring back a classic, little-used villain, and I can only assume went "his name is Sin-Eater? got it, I understand his deal completely", we all have to wrestle with the theological implications of a magic shotgun that eats sins. As my beloved roommate said when I explained this to them, the idea that feeling bad about your sins means they don't exist (at least as far as you’re concerned) could cause a schism in the Catholic church, and personally I can't wait until whoever the pope is in the Marvel universe finds out about this.

In conclusion: Just read The Death of Jean DeWolff instead okay it's so good especially if you like a real hard look at Peter's dark side and also Daredevil is there it's a great story don't subject yourself to this bullshit read something worth reading instead.

^ me @ Nick Spencer

(and look there are whole other rants about how the way norman has been treated by the other characters and especially peter in light of this bullshit doesn’t make sense and also nick spencer’s arc more generally and also harry and I almost went into a rant about ben reilly at least three times in this post even though he’s not even really involved in this but I will leave them for another time)

#spider-man #marvel comics #norman osborn #at this point im reading gold goblin purely for the writers desperate scrambling to make sense of this nonsense (and also lil normie)#anyways as always. nick spencer meet me in the pit.#i am sorry to burden you with this knowledge but you DID ask

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hi almandine ! i hope ur having a wonderful day ; are u taking breaks and eating well ? idk if the semesters are as long as they are for me bc i know we live in different places, but i wish u so much good luck for ur studies as the end of the academic year approaches 🫶 i wanted to ask, what kind of person is leon? what does he do, whats the world he lives in like, and how do u see him thru ur eyes? my only exposure to him is through .. online mods and gifs ive seen of him go viral, u probably know the ones LOL, but i wanted to learn abt him from u if thats okay 🫶 (@dmclr)

Our semester has pretty much come to its conclusion — my first final is in…. 18 days? Just a little over two weeks, which is a terrifying thought. I’ve been trying to see to my needs and give myself a break and here though! <3 I just hope you’ve been taking care of yourself the same way? Please don’t let yourself drown in academic or other stressors, and know that with as strong as you are, you can overcome anything.

The online mods…. Yeah, I’ve. seen a couple. They’re, something certainly. (My reaction to that information v)

What does he do? Well, he was a cop— just started his job, actually (like one day? literally one day? It was the first day?), but then pretty much got hired by The President and got employment as a government agent for the United States. Fun.

The Resident Evil world is… interesting? Kind of like if, “fuck around and find out” and, “instead of asking if you can, ask if you should” combined. There’s biological weapons running rampant, including dogs, literal zombies (but we don’t call them zombies, no), and uh…. Huge grey men?

Say hi to him. He will not die. You cannot kill him. You cannot kill anything in this stupid universe actually. My favourite Resident Evil game, Resident Evil 7 (which… ironically doesn’t have Leon in it) literally features this one stupid fucking Southern family (whom I love so sweetly) and the father, Jack Baker, just will. Not. Die. You know how in games you get to experience different boss battles? Yes, well, I don’t remember how many boss battles are in RE7, but I will tell you this: 3 of them belong to Mr. Baker ENTIRELY. He just mutates worse and worse and you keep thinking he is dead but he is NOT. You kill his wife and she dies but no, he just won’t fucking die. And then you buy the DLC and you play as the big, strong, veteran uncle who just PUNCHES THINGS INSTEAD OF USING WEAPONS AND IT SOMEHOW FUCKING WORKS and guess who the big bad is! You’ll never guess! You’ll never figure it out! That’s right! It’s Jack Fucking Baker for the fourth god damn time and now he looks even more disgusting and corrupted. Although the game did not include Leon (it held Ethan Winters, a darling father), it’s still set in the same universe so I feel like you can get a pretty good… idea from all of that, yes? Remember ! Nothing. Dies. If you think it’s dead, it is not, it is simply now More aware of your existence.

Now, onto the actual man himself.

First of all? Not related to my view on him but he’s was… kind of misogyny-coded in the original Resident Evil 4 and that makes me giggle a little but I still somehow prefer that RE4 to the 2023 Remake. I know I reblog gifs of the remake a lot and that is simply because, I mean, who doesn’t enjoy experiencing their silly guy with better graphic quality, right? But I don’t like the alterations they did to certain scenes and dialogues. Also he looked like this in the original re4 which scares me more than the undying mutated abominations so, I. Well.

(^ NOT RELATED TO THE MISOGYNY HE WAS SUFFERING FROM DISEASE HE WAS ILL)

Okay, okay, anyway…. I HATE how the fandom views him, it stresses me out. They view him as this demanding, super serious, violent, brooding man who just wants a stupid, ditzy, useless girlfriend he can dominate, control and be a creep towards but that’s… not him? Like, how do you mess up so bad. This isn’t a particular part of the fandom as much almost the majority of it, sadly.

I feel like he’d, if anything, be a “wife guy”; he has a stressful job, he is traumatised beyond belief, he looks death in the eyes on a regular basis, he lost his parents when he was young, he has went through a-lot. And yet he’s so gentle, he still believes in saving everyone. He still believes in humanity and has this hope in him. He is still… soft. I don’t think he’d be a controlling or aggressive partner; I think he just wants something comforting to come back to, and he’d be SO grateful to have a partner who sticks by him through thick or thin, he’d be so genuinely giddy while taking about them. He lost his parents for fuck’s sake and got stuck in this godforsaken infected world when he was just 21… he wants home, I think more than anything he wants to come back to a place where he doesn’t have to think, where things can be handled for him and all he has to do is let himself be loved. Praised and acknowledged for once in his (somewhat miserable, let’s be honest) life. I mentioned, while answering Lucy’s ask, that I view him as a guard dog, and I think that’s perfect for him. He exists to protect — he has dedicated himself to that protection, to offering that canopy. His aggression is never on the offence, it has never been; not once, but it is done as a protective measure. If the years have reduced Ajax to a sword then they have reduced Leon to a shield. He just wants his efforts acknowledged — he just wants praise and warmth and comfort — and yet are they ever? At-least, to the degree they deserve? He falls into a depressive state in Resident Evil: Vendetta and it stings. He is such a simple man and I genuinely believe domesticity could fix him. He has never known what it’s like to feel safe — why would anyone want to force him to be a protector even in his partnership, even in intimacy? Let him relax for fuck’s sake. Let him. know what it’s like to be on the other end for once in his life. Comfortable clothes, hand holding on a warm cup of tea rather than a gun or a knife. No news channels and no social media or nothing. Phone on DND. I do not care if the USA burns to the ground, I want him to rest his head on my shoulder and finally get the sleep he hasn’t had in years. Civilian lives can wait a few hours to be saved.

#do you understand how fucking much I hate the fandom. get your hands OFF him #🥀🍷 — colloquy.#🫀🐕

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deus-ex-mona · 1 year

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LIPxLIP and the Filming of the New Year’s Special Programme: Epilogue

this is totally chapter 8 guys

previous part (chapter 7)

A few days later—

Aizo: If we’d been able to race the other day, I’d have won it for sure.

Yujiro: You’re still going on about that? Dragging this out forever only makes you look stupid, no?

Aizo: Hey…!

Yujiro: Maybe it was fortunate that Manager Uchida stopped us, hm? We were able to end things without any tears from a certain idiot.

Aizo: Sh-shut up! Just how are you so damn confident when your body is so flimsy?!

After the livestream that day—

The two of them had tried to embark on their voluntary long-distance race, only to be stopped in their tracks by Manager Uchida.

Yujiro: (Hmm… I’m just as bothered by it as he is, so he really has no need to whine about it to me.)

Aizo: If we get to participate in the special programme again next year, we’ll definitely settle this once and for all!

Aizo: If I’d known that I’d end up feeling this annoyed, I would’ve just left you there and reached the goal on my own.

Yujiro: Well, you’d probably get booed a ton when you reached the studio, no?

Aizo: Yeah, I know! That’s exactly why I hate it so much!

Aizo: What’s with all the jokes about “LIPxLIP’s friendship”, dammit?! I don’t want such a thing at all!

Aizo: I even declared to the Gods back at the shrine that I was gonna win too…

Yujiro: (That’s my line. But…)

Yujiro: (It looks like it’s going to be a solo competition, so of course I’ll have my own share of highlights…)

Yujiro: (But please allow Aizo to show off his best points too.)

Yujiro: (Please let the programme be one that can be enjoyed by…every single one of the viewers from across the country.)

Yujiro: But my other wish came true, so I guess it’s fine…

Yujiro: What we want to see are the smiles on our Julietas’ faces, after all.

Aizo: …Huh? What other wish did you wish for?

Yujiro: (Oh shoot… Did I say that aloud?!)

As Yujiro snapped his mouth shut in a panic, a nasty smile spread across Aizo’s lips.

Aizo: My, oh my? You realised from the start that you were gonna lose to me, and chickened out, didn’t you?

Aizo: You prayed for stuff like the success of the programme, and for there to be smiles on our Julietas’ faces, amirite?

Yujiro: Sh… shut it! It’s only natural for a pro to think about the programme he’s going to participate in, as well as his audience, right?

Aizo: Well, I’m in the same boat, though.

Yujiro: …Eh?

Aizo: Of course I told the Gods “I wanna beat Yujiro!”, but…

Aizo: What I actually wished for was “Please allow the two of us to bring excitement to the programme”.

Yujiro: Wha…

Yujiro: (That’s… similar to what I wished for.)

Aizo: Well, I already knew that variety shows were my forte, though!

Aizo: But that programme was a job for LIPxLIP, so we had to get you the chance to show your stuff too… right?

Yujiro: …Did you really have to add that last part?

Yujiro: (So it turns out that… both of us were thinking about the same thing after all.)

Yujiro: (The thought that I’m similar to a guy like him is kind of frustrating, but… maybe that’s why the programme turned out the way it did.)

Yujiro recalled feeling a different sense of accomplishment when they had reached the goal at the same time, than the feeling of fulfilment that he would get after a live performance.

Yujiro: …And that’s the end of our idle conversation. Let’s hurry up and resume our independent practice.

Yujiro: We’re going over the choreography for our Valentine’s Day live, aren’t we?

Aizo: Yeah, that goes without say.

Following that, Yujiro resumed his independent dance practice session with Aizo.

Aizo: I heard that the upcoming live will be on a circular stage, so let’s perform a move that’ll allow us to see all 360 degrees around—

Yujiro: How about when we’re standing back to back? And then, when we get to the interlude—

Aizo: Ah, that sounds really good. Let’s suggest it to our dance teacher.

Yujiro: And also, when we get to this song—

Their independent practice session lasted well into the late hours of the day. They worked hard, in continued pursuit of their goals to become the ideal LIPxLIP—

#aizo vs hakama #just honeypre things #this is. the single worst thing i've ever tled (says this all the time)#but the thing is... i took such a long break from tling this story that i... forgot most of my meagre jp knowledge...#and my grammatical 'skills' too while i'm at it. lol. so that's why this chapter may not make much sense~? sorry!!!!#i'll edit this in the future i s w e a r (says this all the time without ever actually editing stuff)#anyways. yeah. nothing happens in this epilogue. lol. merry 4am and happy cny guys

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An AU where Homra are a group of thieves (like Robin Hood steal from the evil rich and give to the poor and all) and their next target is the Fushimi's who had just come to the city for business stuff. Saruhiko is had left his family long ago and joined the special forces in a different city and is annoyed that his job right now requires him to protect his family's riches while they're there. He wishes he could help the thieves rob the place instead but it'd be trouble for his group. Unless...?

Fushimi being like oh no you’re stealing all my mother’s money how terrible do you need some bags to carry it in XD Imagine Homra as vigilantes stealing from the indolent rich and giving to the needy, they’re wanted all around the country but the normal people support them. They focus not just on the rich but specifically those who got their money through illicit means, like the types who exploit their workers or war profiteering or just general corruption, and they have like a whole information network to help choose their next target. One day second in command Kusanagi says they have a new job, Fushimi Kisa is transferring a large amount of physical cash from one of her businesses to her personal vaults and the money will be stored briefly at a fortified house in a nearby town. They won’t have a lot of time but it will be easiest to steal the money then, so they begin planning to rob the house.

Meanwhile Fushimi works for the government special forces group and has been put in charge of guarding Kisa’s money. Kisa’s wealthy enough that she knows who to bribe — er, influence to get special treatment. Of course special forces leader Munakata wasn’t too pleased about it, he didn’t even want to send Fushimi (suspecting from the same family name and Fushimi’s reaction that they’re related and that Fushimi doesn’t have much contact with his mother) but Kisa insisted, assuming that even if she doesn’t care for her son he should at least have enough sense to want to protect his inheritance. Fushimi of course hates this, as soon as his shitty dad died he left the family and he’s never asked for a cent from them, and having to guard Kisa’s money makes him feel sick.

He’s still doing his job but imagine he’s kinda half-assing it, if he wanted to he could make this the most secure place in the country but he doesn’t even care. As he’s sitting there bored out of his skull he finds himself thinking that wouldn’t it be great if someone just came and stole all this money right now, which is when he suddenly senses that he’s about to be attacked. Fushimi dodges and Yata’s fist passes right over his head. Fushimi moves into a defensive position as Homra approaches, Totsuka noting that oh dear it looks like we lost our element of surprise. Kusanagi considers what they should do next, if they all attack at once they can take this single soldier down but it’ll cause a fuss. Yata complains that he doesn’t even know how this guy saw him coming and Fushimi snorts like what a moron it was so obvious I was about to get hit.

Mikoto strides forward and Kusanagi asks if he wants to solve this quickly so they can get the money. Fushimi’s all ‘so you want to steal all this money, huh’ and Yata’s like that’s right we’re the great Homra, we steal from the rich and give to the poor. Fushimi’s like how stupid but then imagine he shrugs and starts to walk away. Yata’s like wait what’s going on and Fushimi says he’ll disable the security system and make it look like a glitch, you idiots have ten minutes until I’m back from my break and everything starts working again, by the way my back-up’s sleeping two doors down if you could just knock him out lightly for me and drag him over this way.

The Homra guys all exchange looks and Yata’s like this is a trap right, Fushimi shrugs and says it’s up to you if you want to believe it. He moves out of sight and after a few minutes Homra can see the security system shutting down, Kusanagi’s like well this was unexpected but they decide not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Meanwhile Fushimi is so very sorry about the place being robbed, maybe if Kisa hadn’t hired a shitty private firm to work as his backup the guy would have been able to guard the door while Fushimi was on lunch break. And there’s nothing he could have done about the incredible coincidence that the power for the security system went on the fritz right as those awful criminals showed up, what a shame that’s what you get for hiring amateurs, nothing he could have done really.

#k project #Fushimi saruhiko #Talking K #Fushimi being like oh no what will I do #anyway #he has all kinda of alibis for why he had nothing to do with this and it isn't his fault #bc he's good at covering his tracks

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Eurovision reviews 2023 - Semi final 1

Eurovision week has officially started, and that means it's about time I write my reviews for Eurovision 2023. I went to the London Eurovision preparty in April, and I had the best time, and for that reason, my opinions are partially based on the live performances that I saw there. As usual, I'm primarily basing my reviews on the song quality (do I want to listen to it outside of the competition?), and the preview videos for the staging - The full package that we're getting in the actual show. I'm also taking general fandom opinions into consideration with some of the songs, in case I think the fandom is overhyping or underrating an entry. I feel like I'm overexplaining the way I judge the songs, mostly it's just based on vibes, but the bottom line is that these are just my personal opinions and you're all free to send me anonymous hate mail if you disagree.

Norway: Queen of Kings - Alessandra

It's one of the catchiest pop songs of the year, so it's the perfect song to open the semi final with. I just wish the staging would have been improved from the NF, because right now it's looking cheap and unimaginative. It's a fast paced europop song with some pirate vibes, it has so much potential for camp but we're getting nothing visually. Cute whistle note though.

7/10

Malta: Dance (Our Own Party) - The Busker

I understand what they're going for, I really do. Introverted nerds need party songs too, but the song isn't good just because the idea for the song is good. The guy says "do you wanna dance", but the song is too slow and low energy to dance too, it just flatlines. At least they're giving us a strong staging gimmick, and Eurovision always needs an epic sax guy, so this entry isn't a complete failure.

4/10

Serbia: Samo mi se spava - Luke Black

The instrumental is fantastic, and the singing is… Is he even singing or is he just doing some sexy moaning and breathing into the microphone? This is definitely a case of style over substance, but it looks so good on stage that I don't care if the songwriting is a little weak.

7/10

Latvia: Aijā - Sudden Lights

I respect this song way more than I actually enjoy it. It's obvious that these guys are really competent musicians, but that doesn't matter when the song is this forgettable.

4/10

Portugal: Ai Coração - Mimicat

This feels like something out of the early 2000s, for better or for worse. I like how Mimicat is doing her own Moulin Rouge type of thing, but that's the problem, it's just a cabaret performance. Once the competition is over, it's not something I'm going to keep listening to.

5/10

Ireland: We Are One - Wild Youth

"We might be different, we might be unique" - No you're not, you're the most generic band on earth.

2/10

Croatia: Mama ŠČ! - Let 3

First there's the authoritatian version of The Village People singing about tractors and morons, then Lenin shows up with some missiles, and then they start singing about a "crocodile psychopath"…It's so beautiful I could cry. It's completely ridiculous and stupid, but it's obvious that it was made by smart people just playing stupid. Also, this does a better job denouncing Putin and the war than any world peace song ever could. It's the first truly great troll entry of the 2020s.

10/10

Switzerland: Watergun - Remo Forrer

This song makes me feel like the type of conservative right wing American who gets really intense about supporting the military, and I don't like it. It's 2023, and in case you haven't noticed, a country participating in Eurovision has been forced into a war for survival. At this moment, the Ukrainian military is the only thing keeping the country from getting wiped out of existance. In case you haven't noticed, it's an ongoing attempt at genocide. With all that said, it looks like someone didn't notice, because here's some Swiss bitch getting on his moral high horse singing some cutesy, whiny little song about how he doesn't want to be a soldier because he doesn't want to "play with real blood"…..Guess what, you're from fucking Switzerland, nobody's ever forcing you to be a soldier, unlike the Ukrainians who don't have a choice! It's a completely tone deaf choice for 2023, especially coming from the country that's using neutrality as an excuse to avoid solidarity with the rest of Europe. I'm getting the same vibe from this as the shitty world peace songs that Russia would send in the 2010s. I hate hate hate hate hate hate this.

0/10

Israel: Unicorn - Noa Kirel

At first I thought this song was the most annoying thing in the world, but after hearing it in approximately 500 recap videos on Youtube I think I got Stockholm syndromed into loving this. It's literally phenomenmenmenemnal.

8/10

Moldova: Soarele și Luna - Pasha Parfeni

Nobody does weird better than Moldova.

7/10

Sweden: Tattoo - Loreen

Loreen is the greatest artist in the history of Eurovision and she deserves to be the first woman to win the whole thing twice.

10/10

Azerbaijan: Tell Me More - TuralTuranX

It's refreshing to get something this completely uncompetitive from Azerbaijan. There's a lot of good songwriting ideas here, I like the laidback vibes, but at the same time it's too bland to stand out.

5/10

Czechia: My Sister's Crown - Vesna

This song felt a lot bigger when it was released a few months ago. I love the aggressive rap parts and the defiant attitude in the beginning of the song, but then there's the "we stand for you" parts…This song is trying to be everything for everyone, and think it would have benefitted from focusing on just being angry without any lines about world peace and holding hands and whatever else. The production is incredible though, I can never get enough of this Eastern European folk hip hop thing.

8/10

Netherlands: Burning Daylight - Mia Nicolai & Dion Cooper

This is the kind of song that I usually can't stand in Eurovision, since it's basically just a bland easy listening radio song. Somehow I don't mind it, it's very well written despite being basic. I'm definitely not voting for it though.

Finland: Cha Cha Cha - Käärijä

It's crazy, it's party, and it's officially my favorite Eurovision song of all time. I love it more than I love Shum, Wild Dances, Rhythm Inside and whichever other song I have called my all time favorite over the years. My favorite things in life outside of Eurovision are professional wrestling and Rammstein, so the music video alone was enough to make me a huge fan of Käärijä. If I see a guy inside a wrestling ring with a huge Rammstein tattoo, obviously that's the guy I'm voting for. It's my most played song of the year on Spotify, and I feel like this whole thing was created in a lab specifically for me. 11/10

#eurovision #eurovision reviews

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