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around1302 · 1 year

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XVII. YOU HAVE ME

SPARE PARTS: a series (17/20)

BOLOGNE, ITALY

(W) strong language, family restraints, alcohol use, fingering

good lord this has taken me some time to finish. i’m so sorry, life just got in the way. hopefully 4.3k of a smidge of angst and a fuck-ton of fluff makes up for it!

HARRY’S POV

“What’s the move for tonight?”

“You can do what you want, I’m taking Charlie out.”

Niall’s usual grin twists into a smirk, his eyes glinting. I resist the urge to roll my own.

I am taking Charlie out. Not that she necessarily knows that yet.

I don’t mean to sound like a desperate man, but I need Charlie and I to move on like I need air. I can feel her warming to the idea of me, but at the end of the day she still just sees me as her annoying bandmate who’s up to giving her an orgasm or two.

I need to be more than that to her. I can’t be either nothing or just her temporary fix.

And if there’s one thing that’s apparent about Charlie, it’s that she’s a hopeless romantic. She doesn’t crave sneaking around and fleeting glances and meaningless moments. I’ve seen her face light up more from seeing a couple holding hands in public than when I’ve been literally going down on the girl.

In fact, in the time I’ve known her, she’s only ever dated one person – Zayn, which is also why this could get messy.

(But fuck him. I was there first).

“I’d love to say I’m surprised about this whole thing, but I’m really not.” Niall snorts.

I narrow my eyes, but before I can ask anymore questions, the guys barge into Niall’s suite.

“Fuckin’ Hell, Horan. You have it fancy in here.” Louis gawks far too loudly for the fancy establishment we’re in, but I have to say, I share the sentiment. We all have nice rooms (it’s the most expensive hotel in Bologne, for God’s sake) but Niall managed to bag da Vinci’s fucking shrine.

Niall shrugs, sitting up with that mischievous flicker in his eyes.

“Lia still out?”

“Yeah,” Liam explains, “she’s dragging Charlie and Zayn round the shops. Tried to rope us in but we managed to escape.”

My chest tightens. I force it to relax.

Liam throws his legs up on the Ottoman, stretching out. After the show last night, we’re all exhausted. After nearly four months of touring, non stop performing and the consequential non stop partying, we’re all wiped the fuck out. It’s why Niall and I said no to their little day trip around Italy. To put it frankly: I can’t be arsed with the tourism shit when there’s a mini bar five feet away from me up here.

“Good,” Niall reaches behind him, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket.

“What the fuck is that?” I spit.

“This, my friend,” Niall flicks the box open. My suspicions are confirmed, “is about to get me the best head I’ve ever had.”

“Holy shit.” Louis grabs the diamond, making Niall fly up and snatch it back.

“For real?” Liam stands too, while I’m still sat in shock.

“Why I got this fancy suite,” Niall’s as giddy as a kid on Christmas, “want to do it tonight. Italy’s always been her favourite place and I figure–”

“You’re twenty-one.” “Twenty-two this year.”

I scowl. Niall’s cheeky grin droops.

“Oh come on, man. Who cares how old we are? I know I’m gonna be with this girl till I’m all old and gross and grey, why not seal the deal now?”

“Because it’s insane!” I splutter. I’m not angry. Am I? Why am I angry?

“Hardly,” Louis sharply laughs, “they’ve been basically married since they met.”

“Okay, but being basically married and being actually married are two very different things.”

“Dude, don’t you think I know that? I have thought about this, you know.”

My jaw tightens.

My best friend is about to propose to his girlfriend, and I can’t say I’ve ever even had one. The girl I’ve been in lo– whatever. It doesn’t matter. The point is, I can narrow my anger down to one, ugly thing: bitter fucking jealousy.

So, I do the mature thing; I storm out.

Luckily for me, the second I step out into the hallway – all heaving chest and unnecessary frustration – Charlie, Amelia and Zayn bump into me. They’re all laughing about something, a million shopping bags between them.

“Oh, hey man–” Zayn starts, but I cut him off by grabbing Charlie’s waist and pushing her in the direction of my room. The sliver of skin given to me below her crop top sends a spike through my spine.

I don’t care that Zayn is probably about to start quizzing Amelia to no end, all I care about is the universe quite literally handing me the only person I want to talk to right now.

“Yo, what the fuck?” She twists, staring at me with what I assume is a mixture of vexation and confusion, but I’m too busy staring ahead to notice. Charlie doesn’t make a move to escape my grip (something I know she’s more than capable of doing), so I keep walking us to my room.

I messily scan my keycard and grab her shopping, setting it down as carefully as I can in my haste before closing the door with her body.

There’s something else I want to do before talk.

But, I hesitate for a moment, brushing my lips against hers. I silently ask for permission, pulling her toward me so her lower back lifts from the door and our torsos press together. She hesitates, too. Brushing her nose against mine before kissing me with as much urgency as I got her into the room with.

I sigh into her mouth, completely wrapping my arms around her back to hold her flush against me. “Missed you,” I mumble against her lips, trailing my hand up to hold the back of her head. I rake my fingers through her hair, loosening her ponytail.

“Missed you too.” She gasps, looping her fingers through my belt hooks.

I nearly let myself smile, but then she palms me over my jeans.

Quickly, I hold her wrist, preventing me from dragging her to bed and insisting we don’t leave my hotel room all night. “Go out with me.” I let the words tumble like a subconscious spill, letting my chest do all the work so my brain doesn’t have to.

Frowning, she pulls back. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I want to rewind and let her do whatever she wants with me. Why the Hell did I–

“Go out with you?” She’s smiling. She’s smiling.

“Yeah,” I feel my cheeks heating. I’m getting shy, for fuck’s sake. I don’t do shy. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve said those four words over the years, and I’ve lost count of how many people I’ve said it to. I don’t recall nerves ever being a factor in that habit.

“You realise I’m a sure thing, right?” She cocks her head, and I want to kiss the faint dimple that pops beside her lips. I settle for her bottom lip.

“I want to take you out.” I pull her lip between my teeth, bathing in the way she sighs. “Properly.”

“You’re having me on.”

“Nope,” I pop. I need to banish this shy thing. Fuck the shy thing. I realise our proximity might have something to do with that, so I step away, flicking the light on so I can see her properly.

Her cheeks are rosy and her eyes are dark and her hair is mussed and– and shit. I’m so gone on this girl. She folds her arms across her shirt, and that’s when I notice the shirt. It’s my shirt – the one I gave her weeks ago, the band she claims to hate, the shirt I’ve dreamt about fucking her in ever since.

The shirt which now rests just below her bra.

“Oh,” she clocks my thought process – probably because I’m staring at her chest – and fumbles with the messy hem. “Shit, sorry. I never even asked if you wanted it back–”

“Never.” I murmur.

A pause. “What?”

I blink back to reality, back to her eyes. “I never wanted it back,” I clear my throat, try and regain some conviction, “the band sucks anyway.” I wink, she chuckles.

God, maybe we should just stay here. We could order room service and continue our theme of fucking in hotel showers and spend all night getting sweatier and sweatier in between the sheets and–

No! No. I need to take her out.

“Be ready by seven.”

I bend to pick up her shopping, handing it back. Charlie takes the bags slowly, looking at me like I just told her my name’s actually Bill.

Then, softly, nearly meekly, she whispers, “I thought we had rules?”

My lungs stop working. “We did. We do.”

Right – I’m not even considering her right now. I know what I want, and I know I want it badly. I need to learn I can’t just demand this. Sure, I’ve waited six years, but she sure as shit doesn’t know that.

Patience is a bitch.

She looks at me, scrutinising, studying. I want to read her mind, it seems to all work so complicated up there. A million bolts and cogs working tirelessly; I’d give it all up for just a peek.

“I suppose I’d be pretty stupid to deny we’re at least friends at this point, right?”

I can breathe again. “Right.” I rush to say.

“So… dinner as friends. Yeah?”

“Absolutely.” No, fuck no. “Bonding time.”

She purses her lips, seemingly amused. Nodding, she swivels from the door, palm wrapped around the handle and about to let me stand in my room and punch the air but…

“You sure you don’t want me to help you out first?”

Her eyes flicker accusingly at my crotch. Specifcally, my hard on, from just kissing the girl.

It’s like I’m fucking fifteen again.

I snort, pushing my tongue against my cheek to stop the habitual impulse to say something inappropriate. I want to scream yes, God, yes but I can’t. Charlie’s like some kind of kryptonite – one handjob will turn into one blowjob will turn into round after round after round.

“I’m good, love.”

Charlie scowls. “You’re really just going to try every nickname in the book, aren’t you?”

“That’s the plan, sweet pea.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she swings the door open, so before it slams behind her I shout a reminding,

“Seven!”

And then I stand in my room, and punch the air.

“Jesus, Styles, this place is fancy.”

I smirk. “Only the best for a princess.”

“Hey–”

“I’m kidding! Here,” I let go of the small of Charlie’s back to pull her chair out for her, “sit, before you hit me.”

“I can still reach you from over here.”

I playfully roll my eyes as I take my seat. She definitely can. I made sure to get us a table hidden away, close enough for our legs to accidentally tangle and far enough away from anyone else Charlie doesn’t need to worry about people.

She’s always panicked about mobs. The first one was pretty traumatic I guess, and ever since she’s been the overly cautious one in public. Never seen without heavy glasses and an even heavier hoodie, so I made sure she wouldn’t be spending our first date (that is what I’m declaring that is, friends or not) in fear.

It’s not conceited if saying your name for a last minute res at one of the most established restaurants in Bolonge works. Fame has it’s perks, I’m allowed to admit that.

… I think.

Within a few seconds, a waiter comes over with a bottle of red I preorded on the phone. Charlie leans back, looking at me quizzitivley as he pours us both a glass and leaves the rest between us. We thank the waiter, and I gauge her reaction.

A pause. My heart awaiting a beat.

“I’m impressed.” She raises her brows, a glimmer of a smile on her rouge lips.

“Good,” I lift my glass, clinking it against hers before we both take a sip.

I let my eyes properly roll over her for the first time since I met her outside the hotel. It was too dark and too much of a rush to the car for me to drink her in, and God. She looks fucking edible. She’s wearing a strapless dress that lets my wind wander to every inch of skin I can kiss with her still in the thing – but, Jesus, stop.

Tonight isn’t about that.

Quiet falls on us, because, well. What do we talk about if not for the security of sex or argument, if not for the safety net of anyone else around us? Here, we’re uninterrupted. In fact, no. We’re not anything.

We’re two people on a first date. We’re fresh.

“You know,” Charlie chuckles to herself, setting her glass down and leaning on her palms, “I love trying to figure out the other people at restaurants like this. Like, okay, that couple,” she nods behind me, so I try and turn as discreetly as I can. She hits my leg. “Don’t be so obvious!” She hisses behind a smile.

I’ve just gone and made things worst myself by taking Charlie out, haven't I?

“That couple is on their first date, and he’s trying to figure out how to leave.”

“And how do you know that, Sherlock?”

Charlie shrugs and leans back to take another sip.

“I know people. He’s fidgeting like crazy, looked at the bathroom like five times in the past thirty seconds. For sure planning his escape.”

“Or he just really needs a shit.”

Charlie snorts into her glass, spraying wine onto her cheeks. I guffaw, and both of us fall into laughter too loud for an establishment like this. “Fuck, my makeup.” Charlie taps at her cherry stains aimlessly, so I lean across with my napkin.

“Here, hold still,” I chuckle, pinching her chin between my fingers and trying to get as much grapejuice from her face. In the midst of the scene, our waiter returns.

“Are you… oh.” He clears his throat, and we pause to look up.

“We might need a few more minutes.” I mumble. Charlie grins sheepishly.

Yeah, okay, maybe it is conceited – but thank God we do what we do, because judging by the compressed scowl on the guy’s face as he leaves us, we were one 0 in our bank accounts away from being kicked out.

As I’m wiping at her face, our eyes lock, and the words tumble out before I can think about what I’m saying.

“Niall’s proposing to Amelia.”

She gasps. I sit back.

Silence holds us, until a slowly whispered, “shit,” punctures it.

“Yeah.”

I see her reach for her wine. Then she downs it.

“So I told my mum Gemma was a drug dealer. Of course my mum was like, Harry, she’s nine. But it was the worst thing I could come up with at six years old.”

Charlie throws her head back at the story of myself and my sister, one of my favourite memories to relay. I stab my fork in my pasta and try and muffle my grin as Charlie giggles away.

“I never thought you’d be the type to take WWF wrestling so personally.”

I shrug. “I was a dedicated fan. I still refuse to believe it’s staged.”

Her laughter dies, and she gets this sort of gone off look in her eyes. Like she’s thinking about something, someone, and then it hits me – I’ve been sat here reeling off stories about my sister without any regard for the fact she no longer has hers.

“You know,” she shifts, eyes dropped to her plate. She pushes a piece of broccoli around with her silverware, chewing on her lip. Then, her voice gets quiet, small, when she admits, “I don’t think my parents have called me one time this whole tour.”

She chuckles to herself, but it’s void of any humour.

“They did their usual prayer for my safety before I left, and rang to see if I had changed my mind, but…”

I dip my head to meet her eye. She looks up at me, meekly. Like tears are threatening to spill but she’s using every muscle to hold them back. I’m so terrible in situations like this, I never say the right thing because, truthfully, people don’t often open up to me.

(Not like this, at least.)

So, I go with my gut, and pray it doesn’t betray me.

“Pretend I’m your parents.”

Charlie piques. “What?”

Confidence begins to slip from me, evident in the way I mess with my hair and twist my rings beneath the table. “Pretend I’m your parents,” I repeat – despite the out she just gave me.

“This apart of that daddy kink you were talking about?” She smiles smally.

“No,” I lilt. “Tell me about tour. Look,” I sit up straight, bringing my hair forward and cracking my neck. Getting into character. I lift my hand to my ear, pretending to be on the phone. “Hi sweetie, how’s tour going?”

Charlie snorts. “That supposed to be my mum?”

“I’ve never met the woman, go with it.”

She rolls her eyes, but she sits up and lifts her hand, too.

“Hi mum. It’s fine.”

“Fine? Come on, you’ve been away for months.”

She sighs, giving me that look through those lashes. I lift my brows.

“It’s been amazing, actually.”

I smile. We’re getting somewhere.

“Everyone really likes our album,” she continues, “and I started banging the one with long hair you always tell me I need to stay away from.”

“Heey,” I drop the ‘phone’. She looks pointedly at my hand. I raise it again.

She heaves a breath, her expression stone again.

“I wish you’d try and understand my job a little more. I think you’d see what I’m doing is actually really cool if you took the time.”

My chest aches. I knew Charlie had a strained relationship with her parents, I just never knew why. They’d never come to shows, she would never mention them. I don’t even remember them sitting with her at Poppy’s funeral.

Maybe when Charlie blamed herself for her sister’s death, her parents did too.

“You were wrong, by the way.”

I got so lost in my own anger I forgot we were doing this.

“Wrong?” I ask.

“About the dude with long hair. He’s actually alright.”

I couldn’t let this night end.

We practically got kicked out of the restaurant when we wound up being the last two in there, and then we stumbled our way to my hotel room and have been laid on the bed giggling over nothing for the last hour.

Red wine is strong shit.

So far, I’ve learnt Charlie hates the colour purple, secretly loves 90s horror and sometimes worries she made a mistake by going to that audition six years ago.

“I just want a dog, y’know?”

“You can have a dog.” I laugh.

“No, no,” she flips, her hair messily cascading her shoulders as she hovers above me. I let the wine guide my hand, tucking a strand or two behind her ear. She leans into my palm. “I want a dog, and a spouse, and a kid.”

I caress her cheek, and then she lays her face completely on my chest. I freeze, watching in awe as she shifts so her legs hang off the bed and her head is on the spaces were my shirt gives way to my skin. Charlie tilts her head, closing her eyes when my fingers find home on her scalp.

I just want this, I want to scream.

“What?”

Fuck. Wait. Did I not think that?

The domestic bliss lasts all of ten seconds before she’s sitting up again.

I’m at a loss for words. I’m sure she’s going to leave, that I just fucked up this whole night, but then she’s climbing a top of me. My hands instinctively fly to her thighs, holding her close through the silk while she assesses me from above, her hair a curtain.

“You want friends with benefits forever? That’s your end goal?” She sounds amused, so I can’t tell if she’s being serious or not. I want to shout, is that all I am? Even after today, after everything?

I’m better at holding in my thoughts this time, though.

“You really think we can ever be friends?”

Then, she sighs and straightens. Her hair no longer tickling my neck.

“Jesus, you’re confusing. I thought that was why you took me out in the first place!”

This girl will be the death of me.

“Okay, Charlie,” I sit up, gripping her waist to pull her against me. I feel her chest huff out against mine in three quick, fluttering motions. “Let me be crystal clear,” I cradle her face, now, just brushing her bottom lip. She leans into my touch again, and I feel every ounce of self-doubt fade away with the sigh she lets out. I knock my nose against hers.

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”

Charlie rushes to say, “You have me,” whilst fisting at my shirt.

As much as I want that to be true, I know she doesn’t believe those words in the same way I want to believe them. So, I stifle a breathy chuckle, shaking my head.

“I don’t think I do.” My throat stutters at the word baby. I haven’t tried that one out yet.

“What do you mean? I’m right here.”

Charlie looks genuinely confused, which I suppose is the problem. The problem I created. I pull back, sinking into her brown eyes till I’m sure I’ve turned to stone. All I’ve wanted for the last six years is to hear Charlie say those words: you have me. Yet, in this moment, I realise I’ve gone about all of this completely wrong.

“I want a redo.” I barely whisper, insecure in my words.

“A redo?”

I quickly lick my lips. “Of everything.” I thumb at her jaw. “I fucked it all up, Charlie.”

“Fucked what up?” She deadpans, clearly tired of my inexplicability.

“You. Me. Us. This.”

Charlie shorts out a huff, as if she’s finally got it.

“We didn’t know this would end up happening–”

“I knew.”

I let my confession barrel before me. If I scare her off, then fuck it. I scare her off. But she needs to know. She needs to know that,

“I’ve wanted you since we were sixteen and you shouted at me for being late to our first recording. I knew the minute you stood there in your stupid scarf and your even stupider boots that I was going to have it bad for you and I’ve not known what to do with it since.”

Charlie looks startled, but she’s unmoving from my lap, so I take it as a sign to keep going.

“I thought that you’d always hate me,” my throat swells, “so I’ve been a prick to you and I… especially after Zayn, I just didn’t…” I shake my head, looking down, losing myself.

It’s the wine, that’s all that’s fuelling this sudden, dumb confession. The wine and the fact that right now my best friend is probably engaged. But, then...

Charlie lifts my chin.

Charlie hesitates.

Charlie’s eyes flick back and forth between mine.

Charlie kisses me.

I kiss back with force, pouring everything I couldn’t say into her lips. I hold the back of her head, moaning against her tongue as she pushes me back to the pillow and grips my shirt so hard it pulls nearly painfully against my back.

And then she stops.

“Zayn told me after Amsterdam he loves me.”

Just found the quickest way to kill a boner.

“Oh.” Is all I can say, apparently.

“But I don’t…” she trails off, her eyes dropping to my lips. “I don’t love him.”

“Okay.” I whisper.

My insides are having a fucking party, right now.

“That doesn’t mean I love you.” She rushes to clarify. I smile.

“I know.”

“But you are the first person I think about when I wake up. And when I go to sleep. And while that’s confusing because most of the time you piss me off, you don’t seem to do that anymore.”

I try not to sound so excited as I respond. “At all?”

“I mean, don’t push it.”

I chuckle, brushing her hair from her face. But then a dreadful pit starts to hole its way through my stomach, and I have to ask,

“You’re not just saying this because you want a dog?”

Charlie smiles against my lips. “I want you, Harry.” One sweet, chaste kiss. “I’m not thinking about the dog right now.”

I lean up to kiss her, flipping her onto her back. My hand slips under her dress, and her breath hitches. “Good,” I breathe against her mouth, rubbing her over her knickers. Her gasp travels to the back of my throat, and I swallow it, keep it, store it, run it over and over in my mind as I push her pants to the side and curl my middle finger in her.

“Stay the night?” I ask, adding my index finger.

“Oh,” Charlie moans, her head tipping back. I kiss her throat, “yes.”

“Yes, you’ll stay the night?” I nip at her neck, losing myself in vanilla and Merlot.

“Yes, Harry,” she pulls my face up, “just assume from now on I will always– fuck, stay the night.”

I grin. Her nails dig into my nape as I pull my fingers out and rub her clit.

“God, like that,” she breathes as I push my finger down harder, tuning myself to every gasp and moan she gives me. I kiss her through her orgasm, muffling her cries with my mouth despite wanting the entirety of Italy to hear how pretty she sounds when she comes.

“Always so good for me, baby.” I murmur, gripping her thigh as I shift my weight and move her core to my own thigh, still covered by the overpriced trousers I asked Amelia to find for me. She bucks her hips, capturing my bottom lip between her teeth. I whimper.

“Baby,” she breathes questioningly. “I like that one.”

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calculatorguitar · 11 months

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so I just watched across the spider-verse for the second time (woohoo!) and I would just like to list some things that I noticed/loved about this movie!

SPOILERS!!!!

- During the gorgeously animated Spot sequence (the first one in black and white), when the Spot is explaining to Miles that his spider came from univere 42, we can see a kid with two braids in a classroom. It’s very likely that this is the Miles we saw later on in the movie.

- Gwen’s whole world! ugh it’s just visually stunning! The way the background also factors i the emotions at play quite literally reduced me to tears. Muah muah chef’s kiss!

- I’ve seen a lot of people talking about how Miguel is different from other spider-people and I would jus like to add my two cents. Miguel IS Spider-man, but he became him in such a different way to the others. This is why he basically has to inject the spider venom (?) into himself. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have the spider sense either? In the scene where he, Gwen and Jess are fighting against the Leonardo Da Vinci Vulture, Miguel is just standing there, preaching to Gwen, while the Vulture is LITERALLY STANDING RIGHT THERE??? RIGHT BEHIND HIM??? Gwen just... doesn’t alert him about it and instead makes it a quippy joke, but it seems to me like he either doesn’t have a spider sense (a pretty significant part of being a spider-person) or it just decided not to work at that moment. Also interesting about Miguel is that his trauma has skewed his view so much that he is barely even recognisable as a Spider-man anymore. For example: he makes a giant mistake resulting in a whole universe being wiped out. Teenager unknowingly makes a mistake that could have the same result if not handled correctly. Now. How would your average run-of-the-mill Spider-man handle this? You know how he would NOT usually handle it? By BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF SAID TEENAGER AT MULTIPLE DIFFERENT POINTS IN TIME. Miguel also genuinely believes that there’s a certain structure to being Spider-man. There’s certain trauma-checkpoints you have to hit in order to be Spider-man. That’s... I don’t even know what to say except that that’s really messed up. The scene where he just CAGES Miles, presumably to wait there until his dad died? That’s not how you should go about any of this!!! I mean I shouldn’t even have to say that. It’s HOW you wear the mask that matters.

- Okay enough about Miguel (didn’t know I had that much to say about him tbh). The characters in this movie were extremely strong! The ones we got to meet all had a clear, discernible personalities. I am definitely not immunce to the comic relief characters and I have gained new favourite characters in Hobie and Pavitr (like p much everyone else lol)

- Miles. Miles I’m so. Wow. He’s not eve real but I’m so proud of him. I nearly bawled when he tried to “come out” as Spider-man, while I had already figured out that he was in the wrong universe. Just. God. This poor boy. He was lierally going to study quantum physics so he could see his friends again only to find out that they had the chance to do exactly that this whole time and just chose not to. It was a gutpunch when it was revealed they knew that his dad was going to die this whole time. My heart was audibly beating for him the entire last 50 minutes of the movie, that’s how anxious it all made me.

I have so much more to say about all of it, but this post is already the longest I’ve ever made so I’m just gonna cut it short for now. I would love to hear all of your thoughts on this! This is just what I got from the movie, but I’m sire I could have misinterpreted some thing, so please do tell me what you all think!

#tl;dr: this movie was a masterpiece and I'm gonna try to see it again as soon as I get the chance #i want to eat the art in this movie #Especially everything Hobie had going on with his artstyle #fucking phenomenal #across the spiderverse #spider-man: across the spider-verse #miles morales #miguel o'hara #the spot #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #calculator's posts

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there-was-a-hole-here-itsgonenow · 1 year

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Will is the one who will end the UD-Apocalypse

This shot got me thinking (bear with me, it’s a bit long and complicated):

Will’s head is in-frame with Da Vinci’s Last Supper painting, on Jesus’s right-hand side where the disciple John is positioned. Throughout the whole scene Suzie is hacking, whenever the framing is face-forward, Will’s head remains right there. As if to symbolize John in-shot.

Here’s a few reasons why I find this particularly interesting:

First, historically, a great deal of speculation about John in this painting is if it’s actually him or Mary Magdalene. This is due to his longer hair and softer-featured appearance, as well as being the youngest of the disciples (not fully matured—no beard or chiseled features).

Similar. But this is John. The mistaken identity is often due to surface level analysis and is usually cleared when reminded that, according to biblical text, Mary is not listed as sitting at the table with Jesus and the disciples. She was at the event but only recorded as wiping feet. John, meanwhile, is explicitly mentioned sitting at the table.

But with the topic of mistaken identity and Will Byers…

I know there are more mistaken identity indicators in s1; these are just strong evidences as a reminder of the misleading searches that took place for Will and El. There’s an obvious theme for Will and El being mistaken for each other.

Second, John is often implied to be the closest to Jesus—‘the disciple whom Jesus loved,’ according to various versions of John 21 :20. I’ve read that this is because John is apparently a blessing directly from god, a heaven-sent comfort for Jesus. In many other artist renditions of the last supper, John is often leaning on Jesus to show this closeness. With Will in place to the right of Jesus specifically, positioned where John is—his head even leaning toward Jesus every time there’s a face-forward shot—and it’s John who Jesus loves most…

This might be an odd take, but maybe it indicates how Will is Vecna’s most ‘favored.’ What if, in a twisted way, like when Will said in s2 the Mind Flayer didn’t want to kill Will himself but everyone else, this just means Vecna will prioritize Will in a way that insures his favorite is kept close? He needs him. Of course he favors Will and wants him above everyone else, maybe, as an example theory, to use him to reshape the UD and world itself (since it appears the UD is bleeding into Hawkins). Will might have frozen and/or reshaped the UD on the night he was abducted, so Vecna might want to bend this world—upside and down—to his ideal if he can keep Will close.

As an addition to this point for that theory, Vecna was the one talking about ‘transcending his human form’ in The Piggyback. In line with Jesus becoming human and then ascending his human form, Vecna desires this outcome for himself as well. Jesus does this in death. Henry starts his journey as Vecna, on the road to his further ‘potential,’ after this scene:

Cross imagery, a ‘death’ in the way that he becomes less human once he’s banished to the other world. Now, he still hasn’t transcended his form the way he wants. He’s not done working toward his transcendence. And he needs Will to get there.

Vecna would view Will, a boy with traits/abilities/powers he desires for his means as a ‘blessing’ in that twisted fashion. And might view Will as a comfort due to the ways they are similar.

Third, John is usually believed to have written the book of Revelation (sometimes referred to as the Apocalypse of John), which is literally an apocalyptic prophecy. Hellish evil consumes the world—

—but is eventually defeated. The prophecy ends in victory.

With heaven-sent fire.

I’ve expressed briefly in other posts that I think Will is going to be the ultimate victor against Vecna, and I don’t think that’s an uncommon conclusion for many of us here anyway. But with a disciple John parallel analysis for Will, and John writing the end of an apocalypse in victory, it just strengthens the narrative that Will would be the hero against the apocalypse unfolding from the Upside Down. People might expect the final victory to be El’s, from the very beginning even. But the likelihood is it’ll be Will’s. Especially when paired with the events of the party’s last DnD campaign in s1 that may foreshadow s5’s final battle:

The Thessalhydra resembles the three-headed dragon in Will’s s4 painting. Mike’s leading the party in this painting, BUT it’s Will’s ultimate action against the beast. Lucas says fireball, Dustin says fireball, Will casts fireball, and it brings them to victory.

But not just fire based on what we can grab from the show. There’s an array of powers Will could possibly have; we have a crazy amount of theories speculating on electricity, healing abilities, fire, telekinesis, creation—just many possibilities. Will could even be multi-powered.

Here’s what imagery and subtitles I grabbed in-between all the times Will’s head is positioned over John:

Electricity sparks, fire crackles, and the world is changed? Changed from what Vecna’s turning it into maybe?

#will byers is the ultimate hero #will byers #will byers has powers #will byers has creation powers #st theory #vecna #henry creel #will henry parallels #st5 speculation #byler #bingham house

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when does jersry enter his crush era? like does that happen right after the hate orr before the flight to southpark? sorry! im just curious lmfao

aaaaaa, okay, omgomgomg. sorry this ask got to skip the line because the jersey kyle simp crush era is like, my favorite fucking thing to talk about, my man is down further than hell oh my gOD!!!

also, its after The Hate, i gue--

wait, just kidding, it's actually During the hate. because stan was being sooooo cute during it ( like we saw him being cute, yes he is like that quite licherally the whole time, i love him omg ) he was doing very lovely soft boy stanley marsh things, accidentally doing the stan laugh/lip bite, making dumb jokes, dropping everything...

and for a man that doesn't eat anything...

JERSEY WAS EATING THAT UUUUUP!!!!!

jerseykyle is the scary scholar dark academia black cat boy for cute pretty angel boy golden retriever goth boy agenda & i MEAN THAT!!!

so, i would say the crush is Officially established during this one part of the hate ( i wasn't going to talk abt it yet, but u know how i am ) where ravenstan is trying to open something, like a packet, and he is looking at it like it is the fucking da vinci code, like it is a rubix cube, like its fucking rocket science omg, so he's like tilting his head to the side, pursing his lips, staring hard at it trying to open it lol, and he's about to try and tear it with his teeth fml...when kyle snatches him from it and just Opens It in one go then hands it back to him.

...and ravenstan just looked up at kyle, like he hung the fkn moon, eyes soooo wide, smiling so big, like kyle had done this amazing service for him and said 'gracias, yersey! you rock :')' AND SHOT HIM THE ROCKNROLL HAND SIGNAL before excitedly going back to whatever he was doing and kyle was like...

OoooOHHhhhh mYYy gOOOd.

whathefuckwhathteufuckwhathEFUCk!!!!! and was like IIIIIII GOTTA GO TO THE BATHROOM LOL!!!! his heart was like pounding holy shit. and when he gets into the bathroom, he whips his cellphone out and immediately calls marj in a PANIC like "marj, you gotta come get me. i gotta come home. i think i'm DYING!!!" and marj is like "kyle, baby, you gotta slow down, darlin'! i can't understand what ur sayin--"

and kyle was like "i'm having a stroke" and marj is like "you're 21." and kyle is like "OKAY AND??? I'M HAVING A FUCKING STROKE MARJ" and she's...slowly...like "okay, well what are your symptoms?" and kyle is like "okay my chest hurts really bad!!! i can't fucking breathe!!! i feel Warm like??? really warm!!! i feel like my heart is going to fall out of my stomach, like i'm so nervous??? everything is spinning, Oh God, marj you gotta get me out of here!!!! MARJ, I AM FUCKING DYI--"

and marj is like "alright...kyle...i need you to stop and listen, ya hear? because i got some good news and some bad news..."

"good news is ur not havin' a stroke..."

"but what you do have..."

"--is a big ol' crush on raven'a crimson dawn." ;) <3

SDLKHDLKHDSLSD AND KYLE IS LIKE OHHHHMYGOD SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP NOIDONNNNNTTT!!!! I DO NAAAUGHT

unserious...like, baby...denial is a river in egypt. the same color as raven of crimson dawn's eyes...and you are DROWNING IN IT!!!!

speaking of crimson dawn and the jersey kyle secret simp era, like after the hate its sooooo....when i tell you he is Unwell.

like he made fun of those fangirls making edits of raven on youtube and now he is watching them LIKE A CRAZY PERSON!!!! like watching his interviews just to LOOK AT HIS HANDS??????? watch him SMILE?>?????? JAIL!!!!!!!!! speaking of J A I L!!!!!!!

he was literally in professor mackeys class, in his CRimina Laur class!! and kyle, who is never not paying attention, never not taking notes, would Never be on his phone!!!! was on his phone WATCHING CRIMSON DAWNS NEWEST MUSIC VIDEO!!!!!

bc he is down horrendous in disgusting nasty gay boy hell watching ravenstan do flips, crazy body rolls n celeb hotboy rockstar shit in the Raven Tiny Hooker Prostitute Pants 4 Nasty Boys That Need Jesus

wHEN THE HEADPHONES HE HAS ON UNSYNCH AND JUST BLARE AND I MEAN!!! BLAAARE CRIMSON DAWN ALL THRU THAT QUIET ASS CLASSROOM LIKE SHDLKDSSDk....heidi, tolkien and clyde griefed him so badly it was...oh my god.

i am...deeply embarassed.

also it only gets worst post hate and up to the sp flight, which??? i am glad that we liked that like??? I Thought it was a cool plot moment? but i am biased. ON THE HOT TOPIC OF BIASES THO RAVEN IS CLEARLY JERSEYS SECRET CD BIAS AND HE IS A DAWN SPAWN.

liv laff luv simp jersey with a big ol crush on raven of cd,

-uncle nina

p.s. ravenstan was on Hot Ones and he literally decimated all those wings like it was legendary but uh...it did really bad things to kyles brain, he was watching ravenstan's mouth way too much, like raven of crimson dawn was making way too many sounds...HELL!!! JAIL!!! *sprays kyle with the holy water* REPENT!!!! HARLOT!!!!

#god i love the jersey crush era #its so fucking fun he is down SOOOOOO BAD #like crazy stupid amounts of bad #RAVENSTAN AMOUNTS OF BAD #he is sweating he is refreshing those videos #he is waiting for stan to send him all those dumb emojis #marj is like ah jeez kenny forgot this i should take it over to em #and kyle is like ILL DO IT #KHSLHDLKHLKS #LIKE????#KYLE?????#and marj is like uh....thank you baby! but i gotta go there anyways for band stuff #and kyle is like BUTYOUCANTDRIVEITSOKLETMEDOIT #LIKE KYLE COME ON OH MY GOD #JUST SO HE CAN MAYBE SEE RAVEN FOR FIVE SECONDS AND WAVE LIKE I WANT TO SCREAM #DOWN SO BAD #also hes in denial he does not think he has a crush on raven #he is like...no this is so normal...this is fine

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CHARACTER INFO SHEET

tagged by: @ofglories tysm! tagging: whoever wants to do it!

Name: ritsuka fujimaru Name meaning: okay looking up the meaning of their name did not get me anything useful except the fact that fujimaru is a pun on fgo (which i knew already). sorry Alias: "gudako", master of chaldea Ethnicity: japanese

THREE HEADCANONS YOU’VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE:

even during the year when things were more or less back to normal during epic of remnant, she didn't get in touch with her parents or friends back home, even once. on some level, it might be for the best--chaldea is a secret organization, she couldn't exactly tell them what she'd been up to--but the idea barely even crossed her mind. normal life is so distant now, it almost feels like a different person's life. chaldea is her real family.

when she can't sleep, she'll often just say something to start a conversation, hoping there's someone there to answer (and there usually is). those servants who watch over her dreams or otherwise keep her safe through the night have heard all manner of random thoughts from her at this point.

orange is her favorite color and also her favorite flavor! she's so fucking ornj god bless

THREE THINGS YOUR CHARACTER LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME:

gunpla babyyyy

learning random things from servants--there's an entire world of knowledge in chaldea, after all!

just generally hanging out with people. she's a people person through and through!

SIX PEOPLE YOUR CHARACTER LIKES/LOVES:

romani archaman; a father figure to her, and the one whose memory keeps her going even now.

mash kyrielight; her first servant, her partner through it all, her best friend (and maybe more...?).

leonardo da vinci; the da vinci who was with her from the start may be gone now, but lil vinci is just as important to her.

gordolf musik; he took some time to grow on her, but now the only reason she doesn't consider him a father figure is the fact that they're almost the same age. he's certainly a dad friend, at least.

the rest of chaldea's staff!

and, of course, (almost) all the servants. even the ones she can't help but pick on, like merlin or jason.

TWO THINGS YOUR CHARACTER REGRETS:

being unable to save olga marie. i often focus on romani when talking about things that severely traumatized ritsuka, and while that's certainly true, he willingly sacrificed himself. he wasn't screaming, sobbing, desperately begging for someone to save him. olga marie was different. the discovery of the foreign god's identity only exacerbated this, as now ritsuka can't help but wonder how things might be different if olga marie hadn't died that day. would the bleached earth and the lostbelts still have happened?

in general, everything that went wrong during the seven singularities. kadoc was right when he said that ritsuka wasn't cut out for this hero thing, that he and the rest of team a could've done it better, faster and without nearly as many casualties. so many lives were lost because of her incompetence.

TWO PHOBIAS YOUR CHARACTER HAS:

fear that her actions are meaningless, which as far as i know doesn't have a specific name? there's no telling if removing the seven lostbelts will return the earth to normal. in her heart, she thinks it probably won't. but the possibility that it will is the only thing keeping her going.

fear of being replaced. imposter syndrome, if you will. kadoc's on chaldea's side now, and he's far more qualified than her. it's a quiet, subdued fear, one she can usually ignore, but it's there nonetheless.

#i didn't see this and then forget about it no sir #anyways fun fact ritsuka doesn't really have any typical phobias she just has a lot of highly specific anxiety & trauma #ritsuka fujimaru; isms

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teecupangel · 1 year

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Imma rant a bit about the Altaïr Armor in Destiny because I'm seeing some comments asking why they picked Warlock when Hunter has a hood and gadgets like throwing knives and smokes.

Anyway, here's the Altaïr Armor (with his toxic bff the Apple of Eden):

Cool, right? They look like they really tried to capture Altaïr's Master Assassin robes using red and white with dark gray color scheme, the asymmetric gloves/bracers showing he only has one hidden blade. throwing knives strapped to his belt...

But there are comments saying that it's not accurate because there's no hood. That they didn't get the Assassin aesthetic right.

But here's the thing.

I don't think Ubisoft and Bungie was going for the Assassin aesthetic, not really.

They were going for a semi-accurate Destiny-version of Altaïr.

(oh god, i'm actually going to defend ubisoft... fuck)

Here are 2 descriptions of the Warlock Class:

Highlights:

... long studied the Traveler, mastering some of its arcane energy

Discovering truth has always driven you into the unknown

Warrior-scholars

If we replace the Traveler with Isu or Apple of Eden, we would actually get an accurate description of Altaïr. He is known as the one who was closest to mastering the Apple (Desmond would have probably mastered it more than him because he has "Bleeding Effect" and "Isu Chosen One" cheat codes on) and his robes are supposed to mimic a traveling scholar so he could blend in. Not only that but he is a true scholar with a passion for knowledge.

He even studied philosophy and quoted Empedocles to Maria in AC Bloodline.

His Codex is a testament to his 'warrior-scholar' title, having both writings of his studies of the Apple and manuscripts that Leonardo Da Vinci would later use to create Ezio dual hidden blades, a hidden gun and poison as well as show Ezio how to perform other assassination techniques. His library was said to have been filled with countless pieces of knowledge, searched by both the Assassin Brotherhood and the Templar Order. He's known as the father of the Modern Brotherhood.

And because I love this line so much, here's a quote of how eloquent Altaïr could be if he's trying to impress someone (Maria)

(This man is a nerd and a jock. I call him an overachiever for a reason.)

This means that, yes, while the Hunter class does have a hood and would have been an easy way for Bungie to create an Assassin robe-inspired armor, I think they made the right call making the Warlock the Altaïr armor.

My opinion is, if Altaïr was in Destiny and given a choice, he would have picked the Warlock class as well.

Not to mention...

"Keep relics related to the Darkness to prevent others from being..." sounds like the Brotherhood's unofficial tenet of "is it a POE? hide it. preferably underground."

(sidenote) If you want to build a Warlock Altaïr in Destiny, my suggestion would be the Sunsinger subclass because:

The sun theme will be funny and ironic considering his descendant died to save the world from a solar flare

It has an AOE damage over time grenade that mimics the Apple of Eden's ability to slowly kill humans

The overall gold color scheme can be compared to the Apple of Eden

Use Radiance only for yourself for pre to mid-AC1 Altaïr, use it for your allies for a late-AC1 to AC: Revelations Altaïr (aka: you can play as "arrogant self-centered Altaïr" or as a "still a bit arrogant but trying to be a team player Altaïr")

Phoenix imagery = bird motif

TL;DR: Ubisoft and Bungie weren't going for an Assassin motif for the Altaïr armor in Destiny. They were trying to recreate Altaïr as a character.

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You know who should have had the Hunter armor? OUR BEST BOY! Ratonhnhaké:ton!

(I also think Ezio would have been a good match for the Warlock but, come on, Altaïr deserves some love. Ezio has already been in Fall Guys, Brawlhalla and freaking FORTNITE. CONNOR DESERVES MORE LOVE TOO!)

Ref

2 Destiny wikis:

Destiny Wiki

Warlock

AC wiki:

Assassin's Creed Wiki

#tldr: it's not meant to be an assassin armor its specifically an altaïr (as a character) armor #teecup reacts #assassin's creed #altaïr ibn la'ahad #destiny 2 #bungie destiny #destiny the game #destiny warlock #the problem with having a single word title is that you need to specify it #please dont make me write a destiny x assassin's creed crossover fic #no i will not be ranting about kassandra's and eivor's armor sets #teecup analyze more than necessary

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 2 years

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Ikevamp Act 2.5

Chapter 11

One late afternoon...

On a hill where red roses bloom under the setting sun, three pureblooded vampires faced each other.

Leonardo: "............."

Vlad: "I didn't expect you to send Da Vinci to fetch me."

Comte: "Long time no see, Vlad."

Vlad: "I haven't seen you like this for hundreds of years, Abe―no, the Count of Saint Germain."

Vlad almost utters the name he used to call him when they were still friends and quickly rephrases it.

Then, Comte, with his golden eyes, looks around the windy hill.

Comte: "This hill is the only thing that hasn't changed since then. It's as beautiful as before."

Vlad: "I used to come here once in a while, but I never saw you, so I thought you'd forgotten about me."

Vlad: "Why did you decide to see me now?"

Leonardo: "You're really asking why?"

Comte breaks the ice as Leonardo sighs at Vlad, who tilts his head like an innocent child.

Comte: "The other day, the residents of my mansion were attacked by the people they had a history with."

Comte: "The only one who can do that is you."

Comte: "After I left you, you built your own door, and you've been looking for a chance to test the great men I've revived. Isn't that right?"

Vlad: "So, what are you going to do? Kill me to stop me?"

Comte: "............"

Comte looks more annoyed by the unfazed Vlad.

Comte: "Vlad, I came here to talk to you."

Comte: "Is your ambition still the same?"

Vlad: "............"

Vlad looks into his old friend's eyes and laughs.

Vlad: "Pft-Ahaha! You're still the same man to ask my wish at this stage of the game, Comte."

Vlad: "You're as cruel and kind as ever."

He stares down and mumbles this to the rose at his feet and looks at Comte again.

Vlad: "My ambition will never change. By any means necessary, I will change the future of this world."

Vlad: "We, vampires, are immortal. We are outside the laws of the world."

Vlad: "But that's why we can change the world and watch over the humans forever."

Vlad: "Just like what I told you before we said goodbye, Comte."

Comte: "I don't agree with managing human thoughts for that purpose, much less using the talents of great men."

Vlad: "You said that before, too."

Although both parties share the same concern for the world, the future, and human beings, the words they throw at each other don't match, and silence falls.

Then...

Leonardo: "You guys are not on the same wavelength."

Leonardo: "I'm a pureblood, so I understand your feelings for humans."

Leonardo: "I once selfishly sought eternity with humans, too..."

Comte: "Leonardo..."

Comte looks at Leonardo, who reminisces and smiles bitterly.

Leonardo: "But humans live their limited lives as best they can."

Leonardo: "I'm sure you know how beautiful that is, Vlad."

Vlad: "............."

Leonardo: "No one in this world, not even us purebloods, has the right to tell humans how to live their lives."

Vlad: "You're right. People are fragile and lovable. I love them just the way they are."

Vlad: "But people make sad mistakes―mistakes that cannot be undone."

Comte: "You mean the devastation you saw in the future?"

Leonardo: "So you're going to set the course straight? You think you're a God?"

For a moment, a pang of loneliness flashes in Vlad's eyes as he hears the word, God.

Vlad: "If God is supposed to be perfect, why is there evil in the world?"

Vlad: "I remember some philosopher saying that."

Leonardo: "Leibniz?"

Vlad smiles like a ceramic doll, not a hint of loneliness in his eyes anymore.

Vlad: "When I saw that sad future, I decided that I would definitely save this world."

Vlad: "Hey, do you think what I'm trying to do is evil?"

Comte: "..........."

Amber, golden and crimson eyes intersect, mirroring each other...

After a while, Leonardo turns away.

Vlad: "Oh, you're leaving? I thought you would punch me at least once."

Leonardo: "If I punch some sense into you now, I'm no different from the brainwashing you're doing."

Leonardo: "If you're going to stick to your own justice, we'll also stick to ours."

With that, Leonardo walks away without looking back, and Comte, staring at his back, looks back at Vlad again.

Comte: "Hey, Vlad. You were once betrayed badly by humans."

Comte: "But then there was a "human" who saved you, yes?"

Vlad: "............"

Comte: "Don't you think that by controlling people's hearts, you're also trampling on the kindness of that person?"

Vlad shuts his lips in response to his question, then says something unexpected.

Vlad: "Hey Comte. Mitsuki is such a nice girl."

Comte: "Why do you suddenly mention her name? Is it because you've already investigated her?"

Vlad: "Don't be so paranoid. I met Mitsuki by chance on the street. I guess you could call it a miraculous fate."

Vlad: "I can't remember her face very well because it's been too long, but I felt like she was the one who saved me."

The look in his eyes is more wistful than nostalgic.

And yet, feeling a sense of regret that they can no longer understand each other, Comte tells him this.

Comte: "Vlad, your love is so pure. But you're constantly torn between your love for humans and your ego."

Comte: "However, if you hurt my family or Mitsuki, I won't forgive you."

Comte: "I promise to protect them with my own hands."

Comte turns on his heel, fluttering the hem of his coat, and leaves among the roses.

A gust of wind dances across the room and Vlad is left alone as petals block his view, drowning out his old friend's back.

Vlad: "It would have been better if I didn't have to carry anything on my back. But..."

Vlad: "Someone has to change things. I will only hate the sins humans commit and save this world."

Vlad: "This world in which you are living, Mitsuki."

Vlad's letter arrived at the mansion a few days later.

"On the night of the crescent moon, I will give you a gift. Show me your true worth."

It was unmistakably a warning of an attack.

[Mansion’s Garden]

Duke of Wellington: "Haa! I'll bury you this time, Napoleon!"

The sound of swords clashing violently in the garden and the yells of hatred reverberate through the air.

Duke of Wellington: "No matter how many wars I fought, a world of peace never came. And I realized, Napoleon, that if I don't kill you, my war will never end!!"

Napoleon: "Wake up, Wellington! There used to be righteousness in our fight."

Napoleon: "What's even the point of this fight right now!? Did you forget why you took up the sword!?"

Wellington attacks Napoleon and Gilles attacks Jean.

Gilles: "I couldn't save you from being accused of heresy. I couldn't do anything for you, my friend!"

Gilles: "So this time, I will kill you as you wished!"

Jean: "Gilles, maybe that's how you feel about friendship."

Jean: "But I think my true wish is―!"

Gilles: "True...?"

Comte: "Jean!"

Jean: "!!"

Comte pins Gilles from behind, breaking the position of their repeated sparring.

After struggling a bit, Gilles manages to escape from the restraints and glares at Comte.

Gilles: "You're the man who brought Jean back to life? How dare you...”

Comte: "Yeah, that's right. Gilles de Rais."

Comte: "Even if you're Jean's friend, I won't let you hurt him."

Jean is stunned by Comte's presence, enough to make the air tremble.

Then, Leonardo thumps his fist in front of Wellington, who is confronting Napoleon.

Napoleon: "Leonardo, you..."

Leonardo: "I don't like it when people mess around in other people's backyards. Even if you say you don't want me, I'll join you."

Duke of Wellington: "Well, here come the purebloods. Fine, if you won't die, I'll just cut you up into little pieces!"

Leonardo: "Never underestimate the power of a Pureblood."

Under the taunting crescent moon, the fierce battle began again between soldiers who had gone through successive wars and purebloods, who give off a tremendous air that no ordinary person can match.

While Napoleon and the others are fighting back in the garden, inside the mansion―

Sebastian: "It pains me to say this to a respected great man, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to stop you here. Ha!!!"

Salieri: "Guh!"

Sebastian stops Salieri from entering the mansion with a karate foot sweep, while Dazai comes up to him with a rope.

Dazai: "Breaking through a barricaded doorway with these slender arms―does brainwashing increase your arm strength too?"

Sebastian: "They say that humans normally suppress their natural power in their lives, so maybe he lost control of it when he was driven mad."

Dazai: "I guess you could call it superhuman strength. But I'm worried that only Gauguin hasn't shown up."

Mitsuki is left in charge of the others and has them retreat into the mansion.

Meanwhile, Salieri grunts as Dazai grabs him in the arms to restrain him.

Salieri: "Ugh, ahh! I have to kill Mozart. Mozart...!"

Dazai & Sebastian: "!!!"

Still having some power left, Salieri shakes off Dazai and Sebastian.

[Music Room]

(Sebastian, Dazai, and Theo, I hope they're ok.)

Mozart, Isaac, Vincent, and I took refuge in the music room.

Theo said he had a plan and went his separate way, and Arthur followed along, so now we are all split up.

Vincent: "Sorry. I'm going to check in with Theo and the others."

Isaac: "Eh? But Theo says he has a plan."

Vincent: "Yes. But Theo is my precious little brother, and I want to be there for him."

(Vincent has the same determined eyes as when he said, "I have to protect Theo" before.)

Mitsuki: "Go ahead. I think that would be best for both of you."

Mozart: "Seriously. The residents of this mansion are really selfish. Take care of yourself, Vincent."

With a smile and a thank you, Vincent left the music room.

Inside the quiet room, we can hear the swords clashing against each other from the garden.

(That's an intense sound, I hope everyone is safe.)

As I put my anxious, cold hands in prayer, cherry-red eyes peek into my face.

Isaac: "Mitsuki, are you okay?"

Mitsuki: "Yeah, I'm fine. I'll protect you if something happens!"

Isaac: "Stupid, you don't have to act so tough at a time like this."

Isaac stares at me with narrowed eyes.

Isaac: "This is why I'm worried about you. Don't push yourself too hard and rely on me."

Isaac's kindness slowly spreads through my heart.

Isaac: "Besides, Napoleon is not someone you can beat so easily. I'm sure he's safe."

Mozart: "And Jean, too. And there are two purebloods with them. So, don't worry about it."

Just as I am about to smile, I hear the door open...

Salieri: "I finally found you, Mozart."

Mozart & Isaac: "----!"

The door slowly opens, and a pale but very sad-looking man enters.

(This guy is Salieri!?)

(And is he holding a knife!?)

Salieri: "Mozart, just being around you is enough to make me jealous."

Salieri: "The suspicion that I poison you still haunts me to this day."

Mozart: "Salieri, you..."

Salieri: "Please disappear along with this ugly emotion. For the peace of my soul!"

Salieri readies his knife and approaches Mozart straight on.

Mitsuki: "Run, Mozart!"

Mozart: "............"

Shortly after Mozart distanced himself from us...

Strong and beautiful fortissimo tune echoes throughout the room.

The moment Mozart runs up to the piano and plays a key, Salieri stops moving as if struck by lightning.

Mozart: "Thank goodness. It looks like you still have some reason left in you for not wanting to stain the piano with blood."

Mozart: "If that's how you are, I want to believe in you again."

Salieri: "Mozart, I'll kill you! That's why you have to finish me off too."

Mozart: "Tossed around by insanity, feelings, and rootless rumors―Salieri, it looks like you want me to punish you.""

(What do you mean by that?)

Remembering Mozart's words and Salieri's words and actions thus far, I remember someone.

Isaac: "I wonder if he's somehow the same as Hooke. Maybe he'll come to his senses too.”

(True. Both Salieri and Hooke seem to recognize their talents.)

Maybe that's why they are jealous.

In Salieri's case, he probably couldn't even allow himself to feel that way.

Perhaps his honesty was driven out of control by madness.

Salieri: "But I hear a voice in my head saying, 'kill, kill, kill. How can you be sure that's not what I really want!?"

Mozart: "Wake up, for goodness sake. You were a damned good musician. I know that past all too well."

Mozart: "You don't need this stuff. Your hands and mine are supposed to create music."

Mozart unfolds Salieri's fingers, and the knife falls to the floor.

(Is the brainwashing coming off?)

Salieri tries to touch the piano like he finally finds his lost treasure.

Salieri: "Ugh...Ahhh!"

Suddenly, Salieri runs out of the room, painfully holding his head.

Mozart: "Salieri!"

Involuntarily, we followed him.

At the same time, in the parlor room, Theo is glaring at his friend.

Theo: "Oi, Arthur. Why are you following me?"

Arthur: "Hm? I can't just leave my reckless buddy in the middle of an enemy attack, can I?"

Theo: "I'm not reckless."

As Theo tries to retort, Arthur points his fingertips at him in the shape of a gun.

Theo: "Arthur, you..."

Arthur: "Sorry, Theo. But did you know how much I've seen you naked?"

Arthur: "I know you're a private person, and you're careful to hide it, but I saw it one time while we were taking a bath... Your back."

Theo's sea-colored eyes flicker slightly, and he sigh.

Theo: "You're a great detective. I'm sure you have a pretty good idea of what's going on."

Theo: "He, Gauguin, is going after my brother tonight."

Arthur: "So you split up with Vincent to take advantage of the opportunity and take revenge, is that it?"

Arthur: "To the point of using Vincent himself as a decoy."

Theo: "That's not my intention. I came back for this moment. I won't make a mistake this time."

Theo: "I'll take revenge on Gauguin and save my brother. I'll make up for everything I regret that day."

Theo: "So don't stop me, Arthur."

Arthur: "............."

When Theo tries to turn away, Arthur reaches out and slaps him on both cheeks.

Theo: "!?"

Arthur: "I'm not going to comment on your purpose. So what if you came back for revenge? I don't care. You're free to do whatever you want."

Arthur: "But what are you going to do after you get your revenge?"

Theo: "That's..."

Arthur: "I can tell. You're going to leave your brother alone after getting your hands dirty."

Arthur: "You're going to disappear."

Theo keeping silent would be the same as affirming it.

Arthur: "You know, trying to hold it all together like that is just too distant."

Arthur: "I want to stay friends with you. That's why I'm stopping you."

Theo: "Wha―Arthur, you..."

Arthur: "This is my choice. I don't need you to tell me what to do."

Arthur: "Mitsuki told me before that there's nothing wrong with following your heart."

Arthur: "And while we're talking, it looks like you got a visitor."

The next moment, one of the windows bursts open.

A man jumps in through the window and points a gun at Theo.

Gauguin: "Hey, Theodorus. I've been looking for you."

Theo: "Gauguin! I thought you were after my brother!?"

Gauguin: "Of course, I'm after Vincent, too. Because..."

Vincent: "Theo, there you are!"

Theo: "Broer! Why―"

Theo's eyes widen as Vincent bursts into the room, and Gauguin smiles crookedly.

Gauguin: "Hahaha! Nice timing Vincent!"

Gauguin: "Time to make the innocent you drown in despair!"

Seconds after Gauguin raises the gun and pulls the trigger on Theo―

Arthur: "Theo!"

Theo: "Got it!"

Arthur sends a warning and kicks over the billiard table with Theo.

Theo then pulls his friend by the neck with one hand and his brother's sleeve with the other. Shortly after, a gunshot rings out.

The shot scorched the billiard table without hitting anyone.

Theo: "Broer."

Behind the billiard table that served as a shield for the three, Vincent's arms were wrapped around Theo's head to protect his brother.

Vincent: "I wanted to protect you this time because I died before you did."

Theo: "Broer, don't tell me that day―"

Vincent: "But no. Even now, you're still protecting me."

Vincent: "Theo, thank you for always thinking of me."

Vincent: "But let's both carry the heavy burden from now."

Vincent: "I'm your broer, after all."

Theo: "............"

Gauguin, after missing his shot, clicks his tongue and tries to raise his gun again, but a long leg kicks him in the arm.

Gauguin: "Agh!"

Arthur: "I'm more of a brainy guy, so I'm not really suited for this kind of physical combat."

Arthur: "Please don't try to ruin the emotional scene between the brothers."

Gauguin: "Damn it..."

Gauguin drops his gun and runs off into the hallway of the mansion, catching everyone by surprise.

Arthur, Theodorus, and Vincent look at each other and chase after him.

[Mansion’s Garden]

Wellington draws his sword widely, and the tip slices through Napoleon's cheek.

Duke of Wellington: "Hahaha! What's the matter, Napoleon? Are you having a hard time!?"

Napoleon: "Guh... We've been going at him for a while now, and he's not even intimidated by the two of us. Is he a monster?"

Leonardo: "Maybe it's because of the brainwashing."

As Leonardo joined him, Napoleon, looking for the right move, continued to parry the attack, when Wellington's sword swiped at the water in the fountain.

Napoleon: "Merde!"

The splash on his face blinded Napoleon for a second.

Duke of Wellington: "This is the end, Napoleon Bonaparte!"

The next moment, a sharp sword is thrust at Napoleon―

Shakespeare: "Guh...!"

Napoleon & Leonardo: "Shakespeare!?"

Between Napoleon and Wellington lay Shakespeare, who braced himself to take the sword.

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#ikemen vampire #ikevamp act 2.5 #ikevamp 2.5 #ikevamp jp #ikevamp #ikemen series #cybird #ikevamp translations

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writer-and-artist27 · 2 years

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Tumblr Story: A Genius, A Hero, & A Rogue

Note: Inspired by SPY x FAMILY and encouraged by @hizentadahiro. Love you, Lu <3 I blame you for the RobinVy brainrot from Part 1.

The theme I recommend for this unplanned story is the Live Acoustic version of ReoNa’s Reason. Please enjoy the mostly unedited fluff <3

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It was supposed to be another normal day. Farming for materials in various Rayshift locations, training in the simulator, and then resting in between work shifts. At one of the many break facilities in Chaldea, it was supposed to be something along those lines.

Robin Hood specifically was sipping at a cup of coffee while reading an article on a Chaldean-brand tablet, lounging in his chair at one of the many refreshment tables in the facility, when the question was posed.

“Sooooo, May King?”

Robin held back a sigh over his tablet, pressing the power button to put the device into sleep mode. “What is it, oh great Eternal Genius of Chaldea?”

“Thank you for the respect~!” Looking up revealed the inventor Caster looming over him with a very silly grin, hands hidden behind her back as she leaned into his personal space bubble by a small margin. On instinct, Robin leaned back to re-establish the bubble, but whether Da Vinci noticed this or not, she didn’t say. Instead, her grin widened once she noticed she had his attention, proceeding to add in a chipper tone, “But I believe you’ve been getting closer to our little Master, haven’t you?”

“I can attest to that!” Achilles called out from his corner of the facility rendered as a gym, putting down a barbell to smirk. “Saddling up to the Princess like her personal knight in shining armor!”

“…And?” Robin said, feeling his eyebrow twitch while going back to his coffee, taking another sip. This was going in a direction he wasn’t liking much. “It’s what any good Servant would do, right? Protecting the Master from threats?”

“Still! When are you two going to get married?” Da Vinci continued, undeterred.

Robin immediately spit out his mouthful of coffee, feeling it burn on his tongue as he sputtered, “Wh-WHAT.” The small flecks of spittle on the tablet screen from his wasted coffee didn’t make him feel any better.

“It’s something new to see here, a wedding,” Da Vinci hummed, leaning back to stand upright while shuffling back and forth on her heels in anticipation. Apparently she ducked away fast enough to avoid the spray. “Our little Master, in a white dress, walking forward to meet a beloved man in green~!”

Oh god.

“Oh, I can hear the birds singing now~!” Achilles added in a singsong voice, striding over with a gait that was anything but casual as an arm was slung over Robin’s head. “I’d like to be the best man for that!”

Oh god.

“Wh-What makes you think the little sparrow would want to marry me?!” Robin protested, putting down his cup hastily while grabbing a napkin to wipe at the soaked tablet and nearby table he could reach. “Isn’t that going too fast!?”

“I mean, the Incineration’s changed a lot of things, Archer,” Achilles hums over Robin’s head, continuing to use his head like some kind of armrest as he started to whistle of all things. “You could easily woo our Princess if you wanted to. Utilize those good looks you keep bragging about under your breath when complaining about something!”

“I could most definitely set up a date spot with Romani!” Da Vinci chimed in, looking all the more triumphant about it. “With our growing resources, scheduling a date is not beneath me!”

Robin held back a sigh, crumpling the wet napkin in his hand into a ball to toss into the nearby trash can, shaking his head enough to make Achilles retract his arm. “…What makes you two think the little sparrow would want to date me?”

As expected, the room started to feel cold once Achilles’ arm fell to his side. “…What makes you ask that, Archer?” The lighthearted tone in the Rider’s voice grew softer, almost sympathetic, as he went on with a solemn, “From what I can see, the Princess loves you.”

“As a hero, not as a man,” Robin felt the words come out like poison from his throat, shaking his head again. “She’s only loved the Robin Hood from the books she read, not me. Why would she go for someone like me, anyways?”

I’m not the Robin Hood all the kids sing about.

“From what I can tell,” Da Vinci interrupted in an equally quiet voice, “she still cares about you in spite of that.”

“But how long will that be, Da Vinci?” Robin waved it off with a hand, closing his eyes and pushing his coffee away. “The little sparrow’s got her eyes set on the long-term goal, and from what I can tell, she doesn’t want to get married until her parents are back.” Until all this Saving Humanity business is over. “Why marry a charlatan like me?”

In the end, whether we win or lose this battle, I’ll still disappear. The little sparrow won’t have us around forever. So why would she love me?

“Why not you?” Da Vinci retorted, her voice rising in volume from what appeared to be plain disbelief, crossing her arms over her chest. “There’s a reason she used a Grail on you, Robin Hood, and Vy rarely uses our stock of Holy Grails.”

“Yeah!” Robin turned once Achilles was cuffing the back of his head, an affronted expression on his face. “Not even me or the Queen of France got one yet, Archer! Yet you did! That’s gotta mean something!”

She wants you to stay, you dense Archer, Da Vinci’s blue eyes said with a fierce flash of a blink when Robin turned back to meet her gaze. Why wouldn’t she love you after all that?

Robin had no answer for all that. He opened his mouth, tried to find something to defend himself, something to deny what was being presented to him, only for the hiss of a door to interrupt his thoughts. He tried to compose himself, he really did, but the May King still found himself freezing at the high-pitched voice that echoed throughout the break room.

“Big Robin? Achi? Da Vinci-chan?”

True to form, Vy — the little sparrow herself — was peeking past the entrance to the break room, hands clinging onto the sides of the doorway as she looked around the room, long brown hair framing her face. Even with her glasses starting to slide down the bridge of her nose, Robin couldn’t deny the sight of her brown eyes lighting up once she noticed him there, an equally bright smile forming on her face with it. “Big Robin!”

There you are, beloved friend, immediately leaked through their bond, flooding Robin with warmth that he honestly wasn’t expecting. Emotion leaking? It’s good to see you!

…Well. “H-Hey, little sparrow,” he eventually got out past the lump in his throat, forcing himself to grab his lukewarm coffee to take a calming sip while Vy ran over.

Unlike him, the other Servants seemed to want to treat the previous conversation like a passing wind, as the Mona Lisa was back with Da Vinci’s equally happy, “Hello, mia bella!” in Vy’s direction.

It matched Achilles’ cheery, “Hey to you too, Princess!”, no doubt. The Rider still took his hand off of Robin’s head before Robin could question it, reaching over to pat Vy’s hair. “What’s going on with you?”

“Just wanted to grab you three for a taste-test!” Vy hummed, glancing between all three with a happier smile as she gently bounced up to bump her head against the palm of Achilles’ gloved hand. “I just finished making a batch of blueberry muffins, so I was thinking we could all eat it together!”

“Ooooh, that sounds lovely, cara mia!” Da Vinci cooed, clasping her hands together in anticipation while making the space to give Robin a dirty look. “I know Rider and I are all for it, and Archer should be too, right?”

By the time Vy was looking in Robin’s direction, he could feel a drop of sweat trickle down from his hairline as he glanced away for the last swathes of composure he could muster. Too sparkly. Too cute to look at. Achilles wouldn’t let him hear the end of this for weeks. “Y-Yeah,” he said in a quieter voice, sipping at his coffee to conceal the residual heat starting to climb up the back of his neck. “Not going to say ‘no’ to a little lady’s hard work.”

Vy proceeded to make a noise caught between a laugh and a happy squeal as she jumped in place, shaking her hands in the air like it was her birthday come early. “Yay! We can all go to the Dining Hall then!” The last thing Robin expected was for the hyper moment to fade with Vy’s gaze lingering on him, and he turned his head just to find her brown eyes hesitating in his direction. “Um…” Vy started, a softer high-pitch rising in her voice as she shuffled about in place through her boots. “Big Robin?”

Robin put down his mug of coffee once it dawned on him there was nothing more to drink, turning in his chair to give Vy his best attempt of a smile. Even if his heart was acting weird, he could at least be a good Servant to her. A good imitation of a knight. “What is it, little sparrow?”

Vy smiled, albeit a weaker one than her original greeting one, as she tucked her hands behind her back, kicking up some dust with one boot. “I’m… I’m feeling tempted to hug you like I would Achi and Da Vinci-chan, but are you…” Vy gulped, shaking her head. “Well, um. Could I hug you?”

It took Robin another moment to realize he was blushing. Goddammit. Da Vinci and Achilles were definitely snickering behind them. He still forced himself to inhale through his nose, ducking half of his face into the No Face May King to hide as much as he could while carefully extending his arms outwards. There were just some things petty bowmen couldn’t resist. “...As long as you’re okay with it, little sparrow,” left him in a quieter voice than intended, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Just get over here.”

Vy’s answering giggle and warmth in his front once she rushed over to wrap her arms around his neck were worth it at least. “Thankie, Big Robin,” was the warm whisper brushing his ear. “Thankie so much.”

I care about you lots, I really really do, leaked into their bond, tickling the back of Robin’s mind again. I’d like to be with you, charlatan or not.

Oh. “I… I should be the one thanking you, Vy.”

“Eh?”

Robin shook his head. “It’s nothing.” When holding the little sparrow to his chest, Robin could rub a comforting line into her back and start believing the possibility of lasting love. Just a bit more than before.

#short story #passing days #fate grand order #writing #mastersona vy #robin hood #achilles #leonardo da vinci (caster)#note this story takes place in part 1 #before the big three of the grailed servants were a thing #so robin's the only one with grails at this point #implied robinvy #hizentadahiro #lu i blame you affectionately for this #long post

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gas-stxtion · 1 year

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@rejectshumanity said: ♡ ♢ ☼ for the munday meme!

(what is this? an interrogation? come back with a warrant - open)

//hehe thank you <3 i'll put these under the cut b/c i never fucking shut up lmao

♡ What are your top five favorite things about yourself?

//how daaaare you make me be nice to myselffffff

no jokes aside <3 anyway.

i like that i'm generally a nice person! i think that it's important to be kind when you can, because there's enough darkness in the world. why not be kind when you have the chance?

... on another note, though, i'm really happy that i'm getting better at standing up for myself and handling conflict. because being kind is important, but sometimes you gotta be a bitch and that's life! i was rereading something i sent a friend years ago regarding a conflict i was having at the time, and i was astounded by it lmao like... oh my god. my dude. you have very good reasons to be upset and it's okay to say "i'm mad at this person" without adding a million disclaimers that it's probably not their fault!!

i genuinely think i'm *so* fucking funny, and for better or worse, you will certainly hear my jokes.

i'm a good listener. when people are having a hard time and need someone to talk to, i'm good at like... just offering a listening ear. i may not always have advice but i can generally listen and chat and help someone talk through it if that's what they need.

i don't like to judge people unless they give me very, very good reason to, especially if i don't know them. i try to assume ignorance more than i'll assume malice, though i'm also trying to get better at recognizing when the line between those can get a bit blurred haha.

♢ What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?

//gimme that salted caramel <333 though honestly a long-time favorite is like. anything with cherries. that's the good shit.

☼ Who are your top five favorite fictional characters?

//CRACKS KNUCKLES.

okay for the sake of not going on forever, i'll just list five characters that aren't muses of mine (at least not on this blog). because we all know mr jack townsend is number one but like. others deserve a shot. for fun, i'll also explain myself a bit :3c

dr. robert langdon - the da vinci code (and other dan brown books)

i was obsessed with these books a completely normal amount as a middle schooler (lying). something about this like... charming middle-aged professor who keeps finding himself in the middle of massive conspiracies usually related in some way to religion and frequently having his life put in danger? and saves the day by being a fucking nerd? what a dude!

arthur morgan - red dead redemption 2

if you were there for my rdr2 fixation (which most of you definitely weren't lmao) then uhhh yeah <3 genuinely i had a huge crush on this character and was so obsessed with him for so long. the yearning was out of control, folks. i do still have a lot of fondness for him, but tbh some not-so-fun interactions in the fandom really put me off of the whole series for a while. he still means a lot to me though!

rhys - tales from the borderlands

would it be exaggerating to say that rhys tftbl is the reason i'm trans? probably. but y'know something about him really resonated with me at a time when i was really going through some gender fuckery and trying to figure myself out. idk what it says about me that that shitty little twink helped me figure myself out a bit, but anyway.

evelyn mckinnon - accounts from a lonely broadcast station

had to list at least one woman lmao- but yeah i really love evelyn. she's such an incredibly written character and every time i reread (or. rather. re-listen to) the series i actually get a little choked up because her narrative is so *fascinating* and well-done to me. like wow we love a tragic cringefail woman who has to face her own mistakes and become better, not just for her own sake but for others'!!! and face the fact that her fuck-ups hurt more than just herself!!!

evelyn is one of the many characters i'm considering for the horror multimuse i talk about sometimes. and maybe i'll even let her stay a cis woman- i'm kidding ASDFJKL; but like. fr. we'll see.

charlie kelly - it's always sunny in philadelphia

honorable mention for the trashiest man i'm currently thinking about lmao- so i started watching iasip because i wanted to see the insanity for myself and. wow all of these characters are terrible. but god it's so fun to see them in action. and charlie is by far my favorite. he's illiterate. he drinks paint. he eats cat food for fun. he's an artist. he makes a living beating rats to death with a stick. he's a wet paper bag of a man. he's very deeply traumatized and doesn't realize it.

he's the perfect man.

#you know this whole thing is one big experiment‚ right? and you're the little mouse? {ooc}#rejectshumanity #the phone is twenty five cents a minute‚ paid in advance‚ no exceptions {answered}#//thank you dani!!!#//wow i went on for a while lmao

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300iqprower · 2 years

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Ok so would you like to know how big a hole fgo dug themselves into regarding Mash. Ritsuka can't summon servants by him/herself without her because Mash's shield is tied to Chaldea's summoning system. They would die from summoning servants without her. If the in-game dialogue is to be believed any poisons or mental debuffs would immediately ensnare Ritsuka because Mash is the reason they have an immunity to said topics. Final reason is Japan loves clingy kouhai-types like Mash.

I mean there's nothing inherently wrong with a character like Mash, the issues come from the self-indulgence. I do think the poison thing is stupid though. It was only created as an excuse to turn Serenity into a Ritsukasexual (Which i've recently learned is itself stupid since in prototype she had an explicit love interest...) and every use of it after Anastasia has made me think "What's the point of the mystic codes then I thought their whole deal was this sort of thing" especially since Galahad's purity was why it existed and Galahad sure as hell aint here anymore. Funny how Mash can't do jack shit when it comes to Galahad's abilities yet Galahad's plot driven passives work just fine...The same to a certain agree DOES go for the summoning system. I like the idea that the shield houses it and so if nothing else we need someone who can freely carry it around, but also they could have just as easily fudged a reason to make a version Ritsuka can carry. They have Da Vinci and now Sion there's no actual lore reason stopping them from having made a truly portable version.

They also completely fucked themselves with the retcon of how servants are summoned that was cemented with Atlantis. They refused to commit to whether you do or dont summon servants for every single battle by keeping it very vague for all of part 1, then retconning how it works with the introduction of restricted formation in Shimousa, then double retconning it by word-of-god-ing things in the prologue to Atlantis.

#fgo #mash kyrielight #never thought i'd get an ask

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ptergwen · 3 years

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you know that one scene in ffh when people keep knocking on the door while fury is trying to speak to peter? could you maybe do something like that but instead it’s peter and stark reader wanting some alone time (you can make it smut or fluff idm!) also, i am so in love with your work it’s amazing :)❣️

knock before you enter

w/c: 1.3k

warnings: implied smut, dirty jokes, swearing

a/n: i went a lil overboard because i was having too much fun :,) and i kinda combined the two i hope that’s okay!

you let out a breath of relief as peter finally presses his lips to yours. he grins at that, his hands continuing to roam your body while you kiss. it’s a needy kiss, one you’ve been waiting the whole day to share.

you’d thought europe of all places would give you the opportunity to explore each other more. you’re away from your overbearing father, you don’t have team responsibilities. there was one mishap with a water monster nearly destroying the city. you both managed to fight it off together. tony was right to make you bring your suit, and may encouraged her nephew to do the same. the stark’s and parker’s think alike.

most of the pestering you’ve faced this trip has come from your teachers and fellow classmates. whether it’s mr. dell assigning work or flash trying to film you two for a livestream, you and peter can’t get a moment alone. that’s about to change. you’re in peter’s hotel room after a fun yet highly supervised day in venice.

most kids are getting ready for bed, at mr. harrington’s request. he’s adamant on everyone having a good night sleep before the walking tour you’re taking tomorrow. you and peter plan to do everything but sleep, however.

“you taste like toothpaste,” peter mumbles against your mouth, arms winding around your back. “is that a good or bad thing?” you giggle and tug at his undone curls. that elicits a high pitched whine from him. “depends on who you ask. me personally, i think it’s sexy.” he’s laying over you on his bed, your fingers tangling in his locks. “open up, then,” you practically purr. peter happily obliges and resumes his kissing.

right when his tongue glides over your lower lip, there’s a knock on the wall.

“i thought you said ned wouldn’t be back…” your words trail off when peter starts to kiss down your neck. “for a while,” you add, softer. “he won’t. last time i checked, he was with betty,” peter replies and effortlessly finds your sweet spot. he nudges it with his nose, making a smile spread across your face. “ok, keep going,” you pull on the roots of his hair gently. peter pecks at your lips. “gotcha, baby.”

he’s kissing his way back to your sweet spot when there’s more knocking, this time much louder. with quirked eyebrows, peter detaches his lips from your skin. “um… hello?” he hesitantly answers. “finally. i was ready to come kick down your door, you idiot,” mj speaks through the thin wall. you squeeze your eyes shut in annoyance, not saying anything. “what do you want, mj? it’s late,” peter sighs back.

“so what? i know you’re not sleeping,” mj insists, leaning against the wall. “i can hear everything. hey, y/n.” peter’s face tints a light shade of pink. you make wide eyes up at him. “hi, i guess. you good over there?” her lips form a line. “i was until the horrendous sounds of parker clapping your cheeks disturbed my reading.” peter grips at your waist with a pout.

“what? we weren’t- i- i didn’t-“ “spare me the details,” mj sharply cuts in, opening whatever mystery novel she recently bought. “i don’t care what you do, as long as you do it quietly. deal?” seeing as peter is too flustered to speak, you take over again. “yeah, sorry. we’ll tone it down. goodnight, em.” “ciao,” she says before returning to her book.

peter shakes his head, fully burying his face in your neck. “that was embarrassing. she’s so…” “nosy,” you finish for him. your fingers brush back some hair that flopped over his forehead. “at least she’s not telling on us or whatever.” he puffs air out of his cheeks, placing a kiss under your chin. “true. you wanna pick up where we left off?” “ugh, yes,” you instantly groan.

your lips are colliding with peter’s again, just like that. it isn’t for too long. his hands settle on your stomach and under your shorts, then you hear someone banging on the door. they talk before either you or peter can tell them to fuck off.

“y/n, is that you?” brad questions, your face twisting in confusion. “uh, yeah. how’d you know?” peter bites the inside of his cheek while brad converses. “i stopped by your room. betty said you might be here… with him.” the him in question is peter, who chuckles bitterly. “what’s up, buddy? we’re kind of in the middle of something. i’m sure you knew that, too.”

“i didn’t, but thanks for sharing,” brad sarcastically responds. “y/n said she’d give me her notes on one of the da vinci exhibits.” peter cocks his head to the side. “she did?” he wonders, looking over at you. “you did?” “it was either that or help him myself,” you explain and drag your fingers along the back of his neck soothingly. “the kid doesn’t leave me alone.”

peter nods, wrapping a protective arm around your middle. “she’ll give you them tomorrow, brad. isn’t it past your bedtime?” “point taken,” brad scoffs and heads back to his room. you draw peter in closer to you. “thanks, pete. hopefully, that’ll be our last guest for the night.” he kisses both your cheeks with a grin. “where were we, mio amore?”

“ooh, i love it when you speak italian,” you giggle, peter cupping your face in his hands.“grazie, bellissima.” he winks and earns a puzzled face from you. “bellissima?” “that means beautiful.” instead of responding with words, you use your mouth to move on his. peter happily kisses back and lets your tongues intertwine. things quickly heat up, peter slipping your shorts down your legs and you lifting his pajama shirt.

you’re both only half undressed and running off broken up kisses, but so desperate. you part your legs for peter, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties. “think you can keep your oath of silence?” he teases and nips at your covered collarbone. “the real question is, can you?” you challenge. peter doesn’t get the chance to answer because the door suddenly flies open.

there stands ned, his mouth agape at the sight of a shirtless peter undressing you. you’re the first to notice. you see over peter’s shoulder and gasp. concern covers his features. “what is it, baby? do you want-“ “ned!” you whisper yell. his concern becomes shock. “you want ned?” “no, peter! he’s right there!” teeth sinking into your lip, you point behind him. peter looks and surely enough, there’s his best friend rendered speechless in the doorway.

“dude, what the hell are you doing here?” peter squeaks, you grabbing your shorts from next to you. he turns around to shield you while you put them back on. “aren’t you supposed to be with betty?” “we, um, finished,” ned gulps in response. “finished what- oh.” peter scratches the back of his neck as it hits him. “yuck, ned. a gentleman never tells.” “says you! this is my room too, you know,” he defends himself, you moving out from behind peter.

“and betty’s room is also mine. consider us even,” you hand peter his t-shirt with a satisfied smirk. he murmurs a thank you and throws it back on. ned uncomfortably shifts from foot to foot in the doorway. “that’s fair… are you leaving now?” “i should before mr. harrington makes his rounds,” you reluctantly decide. “i liked it better when people actually knocked,” peter says under his breath, standing to give you a goodnight hug.

“it’s not even this bad at home. i’ll take my dad and friday spying on us over a walk of shame any day,” you exhale as peter pulls you into his chest. hugging back by his torso, you give him an innocent kiss on the cheek. his lips brush your forehead. “maybe we’ll have better luck tomorrow. should we try again, same time?” a familiar and irritated voice yells through the wall. mj.

“please god, no!”

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker smut #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #marvel

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rostovs-lover · 3 years

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dalí on tuesday

charlie dalton x reader | cursing, smoking, brief mentions of sexual things, charlie (probably) has daddy issues, cameron | she/her pronouns | fluff | wc.2562

i am in love with charlie, this is now a charlie dalton centric blog, also ignore how terrible the title is please

anon : Hi!! I love your blog! can I request a charlie Dalton x reader fluff where reader is an artist and he visits them while they're painting? (maybe they end up wiping paint on his face?) I don't know, something really sweet at cute <33333

Charlie Dalton had been resigned to relish in small pleasures to keep himself sane at school, never did he think the library would be one of those. More specifically, the painter tucked into the basement of the library.

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Charlie Dalton was a connoisseur of many things. Pretty girls, expensive wine, shitty poetry, and hand rolled cigarettes - to name a few. His imprisonment at Wellington made only one of those things readily available. So he settled - boxes of cheap smokes bought through upperclassmen, bottles of grocery store wine someone would sneak in from a party, and the two girls that occasionally came with Knox. The shitty poetry was always on deck, he had that at least. It was a tragedy to be resigned to such a bland life, there was absolutely no carpe diem-ing happening in a school that held adolescent boys to uniforms.

It was miserable, truly, but Charlie scrapped by on the thought that soon enough there would be no more stuffy Catholic school and he could finally have a taste of freedom. In the meantime, he would have what little fun he could. The meets in the cave were always the highlight of the week. A place where he could talk and people would listen, and not because they had to but because they enjoyed it. They enjoyed his words and thoughts and presence. No one else had ever really seemed to enjoy Charlie’s presence. They could tolerate it, handle it, but they always had more pressing matters. A business meeting to attend, a bill to pay, a dinner to go to. Always something just a little bit more important and never quite enough time for Charlie. But the other Dead Poets, they valued him. He wasn’t just a kid, a college tuition to pay and a life to layout. He was a person, with interests and hobbies.

It had been there, in the safe haven of the cave, that the idea for the library first came up. Meeks had already talked Pitts into coming, Neil didn’t take much convincing at all, Todd was also easy to lure, Cameron groaned about leaving school grounds but refused to be left out, and Knox agreed to go but only if Nuwanda came too. Charlie had already started to cover what there was to do at a library, read?

Meeks dove into the technical manuals and Pitts followed tentatively, cradling their science project in his arms. Todd had followed Neil to the S authors, Cameron was trying to chat up the woman at the register, and God only knew what Knox was doing. He had been stranded with few options. He could find the geniuses and be talked over for the next hour or third wheel Neil but that guaranteed intruding on something he probably shouldn’t. The polite thing to do would be to rescue Cameron from making a complete fool of himself, throwing bad pick up lines at a clearly uninterested college student, but it was amusing to watch.

Charlie settled on trying to find Knox, at least then he could have some company. Said company was absolutely nowhere to be found. The rows of shelves wound in a confusing maze and Charlie was lost before he could even begin to look. Weaving around he did come face-to-face with a rather large picture of Charles Dickens that made him recoil. It was perched just at eye level above a short staircase and it seemed to judge his every movement. Charlie followed the carpeted stairs down to escape Mister Dickens’ strange little beard and beady black eyes.

The further down the steps Charlie descended the brighter it appeared. The lower level was the children’s section. Considerably more fun than science books or Shakespeare. The big oak counter was abandoned but the lights were still on. He was alone, still.

Charlie sighed, sitting down in one of the bright red wooden chairs. He was much too big for it but it held well under his weight. A sad stuffed bear stared dully into him from the green glossy table.

“Well hello,” He mumbled, picking it up under the arms, “And you must be?” He cleared his throat to take on a gruff baritone, “Mister... Bearington,” Charlie sighed, that was bad. He dropped the bear into his lap, “This is so stupid,”

“Bearington?”

Charlie shot around in the chair, tipping himself off center and stumbling to his feet, bear still clutched in his arms, “Where the hell did you come from?”

“A few blocks over, walked here actually.” You turned back to your work. A painting. Not just a painting, Charlie realized, a mural. It stretched the length of the wall, roughly sketched in pencil and waiting to be finished.

He blinked, “That’s good. The wall I mean,”

“Thank you,” Your face flustered and Charlie took notice, “It’s not much of anything yet, just an outline. It’ll look better painted.”

He took a few steps closer, sidling up to you, “What’s it supposed to be?”

“A forest,” You pointed to a rotund blob perched on a long line, “That’s an owl, and there’s going to be a fox somewhere down in the grass,”

Charlie grinned, “That’s an owl?”

“That-” you tapped the blob, “Is a shape, objectively. Subjectively, it’s an owl.”

His brow creased, “Subjectively it’s an owl? That's like saying Mister Bearington is a rabbit, subjectively,”

You stared at him, baffled. It was almost irritating that he could so casually come down to your domain and invade your creative bubble. And it was even worse that he talked to himself as a stuffed bear but now he was challenging your judgment on what was and was not subjectively an owl. But he had a wonderful smile and it lessened the intrusion. Plus, you had never seen a teenage boy develop an attachment to a stuffed bear as quickly as he had, “What’s your name?”

“Nuwanda,” He grinned, setting his chin atop his bear’s plush head.

“Nuwanda?” You blinked at him, “That’s… neat. I’ve never heard that before.”

“What can I say? The only Nuwanda this side of Vermont. What’s your name?”

As you opened your mouth to answer several sets of footsteps thundered down the stairs. Knox spun around the corner first, closely followed by Pitts and Meeks.

“Charlie!” Knox called, “We gotta go before Cameron proposes to the clerk.”

You looked at the boy in front of you, “Is Charlie short for Nuwanda, or just a nickname?”

He shrugged, “I’m Nuwanda, subjectively. It was truly a pleasure meeting you. Can’t wait to see your thing DaVinci!” He set the stuffed bear back on the table as he made his way out of the room. With Charlie’s energy gone it became much quieter and you were plunged back into the impressionistic outline of your artwork.

The next time a library trip was suggested Charlie didn’t completely dread it. Yes, it was still numbingly boring because it was a library and he didn’t have clerks to fall in love with, people to write love letters to, anyone to kiss in the aisles, or a spaceship to build, but he did have his own personal Van Gough to torment.

The lower level was the first place he went, not even hanging his coat on the rack inside the big double doors. He made his way past Cameron’s preoccupied receptionist and under Dickens’ hard glower. Halfway down the steps, the smell hit Charlie. Wet paint.

You had just picked out a brush when he pulled one of the wooden chairs next to your station. He sat in it backwards, holding Mister Bearington out in front of him, “Never got your name Monet,”

“Well, it's not that. Or Da Vinci.” You stroked the brush up the grassy outline.

“Do you want me to guess?”

You had yet to look at him, “Nope,”

“Are you gonna tell me?”

“Should I?”

“Obviously, I told you my name.”

You set the brush down and turned to face him, “(Name).”

“Pretty,”

Charlie Dalton liked many things and the musty old library uptown had never been one of them. It had ancient red carpets and gaudy gold ceilings and it was trying too hard to look regal. So it was a sheer shock when he began to leap at the suggestion of going and even more so when he chose to go by himself one afternoon. Naturally, the other poets followed him, they had to.

Charlie didn’t dally upstairs, waving hi to the clerk and rushing down to the children’s section. A sign was posted outside the entrance warning of wet paint but he stepped around it.

“You’re making progress Picasso!” He set his hands on his hips and took in the wall.

You turned back to look at him, “Did you not see the caution: wet paint, do not enter sign?”

“Oh no I saw it,” He pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head, “It's bright orange, hard to miss, really,”

“So you just chose to ignore it?”

He nodded, making his way over to sit by you on the ground, “I choose to ignore lots of things, it really makes life easier,”

You shook your head, “Are you just going to sit here and bother me?”

“Yes, that's actually the whole reason I came today, believe it or not.”

You blubbered in vague disbelief, “Please tell me you’re not serious,”

“Dead serious,” Charlie grinned, leaning closer, “I had to see how your weird owl was going. And also make sure you hadn’t gone mad and cut your own ear off yet,”

“You’ve already used the Van Gogh joke, Charles,”

“Maybe I want your ear,”

You paused, “You… what?”

Charlie’s confidence cracked, “That was bad. Shit, that wasn’t supposed to sound that way. It was like, a bad pickup line? Because Van Gogh cut his ear off to send to his girlfriend,” He sighed, shaking his head, “Sorry,”

“I mean if I had to pick someone to give my ear too I guess you would be my first choice?”

Charlie looked at you, eyebrows pinched together, “Why?”

You shrugged, “No one else has asked, first come first serve.” You dipped your brush back into the blue paint and went to work on a patch of flowers.

“Huh, well I do appreciate it,” Charlie scooted closer, leaning over your shoulder. He was close, very close. When you took a breath you could smell his cologne and whatever it was he used in his hair and you could feel the edge of his sunglasses brush your ear. He brought an arm around to dip his finger into the soft sky colour on your palette. And then he wiped it on your nose.

You gasped sharply at the foreign feeling, snapping your head to the side to glare at him, “Why?!”

Charlie snickered, leaning back, “The opportunity presented itself, how could I just let that pass?”

You reached back, squirting a touch of purple paint over the palm of your hand, “That was truly a horrible idea,”

Charlie shot up just as you did, stumbling backwards, “I’m sorry-” He stuck his hands up in surrender, “I regret my actions and if I could take them back I would,”

“Hmm, but you can’t” You took a step closer, “Surrender now and it doesn’t have to get any messier than this,”

He pointed towards your paint coated hand, “Do not,”

You grinned, “I might,”

“I’m begging,”

“Fine-” You offered him your other hand, “Truce?”

Charlie mulled it over for a moment, “Fine, truce,” He grabbed your clean hand and you used it to pull him towards you.

“Why on earth would you trust me?” You tugged him even closer as he shrieked and smeared your hand down his cheek, “There, now we’re even,”

Getting distracted by your triumph gave Charlie the upper hand. He pulled you to him the same you had done to him and pressed his cheek flush to yours. The paint was cold against your skin and you jolted back, away from him.

“Vile,” You hissed, “You are vile and evil. That's so cold. You will pay, I hope you know that.”

Charlie snorted, “Oh please, what’re you gonna do?”

“You underestimate me, you ass, I’ll figure something out,”

“Will you?” Charlie grinned, “I will be waiting in anticipation,”

“You better be,”

Meeks elbowed back into Cameron’s ribs, “You’re going to knock me over,”

Cameron craned his neck further to peek around the corner into the children’s section, “I just want to see, let me look,”

“Nothing is happening-” Meeks snipped, “They’re just talking now and I might be able to hear if you could can it!”

Cameron rolled his eyes, “Of course, whatever you say,”

“Will you shut up?” Knox batted at Cameron’s shoulder, “They’ll see us, we’re not super well hidden,”

“If you don’t stop talking they’ll realize we’re here,” Pitts mumbled, rolling his eyes. Cameron started to rebuttal, turning to look at Gerard but the motion knocked Meeks out of place and he gasped, stumbling forwards. This did indeed draw Charlie’s attention.

“Meeks, what the hell?” Charlie snapped. He was in a state, sunglasses askew in his hair, paint smeared from his cheekbone down to the corner of his mouth, and his shirt was wrinkled away from his collarbone.

Meeks stared, “Hi Charlie. Are there any textbooks down here, uh… the science ones?”

Knox groaned, stepping out from behind the wall as well, “We wanted to see why you came here on a Tuesday afternoon by yourself,”

Charlie blubbered, “Did you all come? Is Keating there too?”

“He could be,” Meeks shrugged.

Charlie rolled his eyes, “Will you leave, I’ll be upstairs in a second,” The other poets nodded, scampering up the steps to the first level.

“Assholes, should have known they’d come,” Charlie sighed, adjusting the sunglasses atop his head, “I need to go before they decide to intrude again. I’ll see you soon though, anxiously anticipating payback,”

He was almost out the door when you bucked up the courage to call out to him, “Charlie, wait.” You let him turn back to you before continuing, “Could I have your phone number?”

He clicked his teeth, “Don’t have one, private school. But I’ll find the library number in the books and try to shoot you a call sometime,” He winked and started back up to his friends.

Knox was waiting at the landing with a handful of tissues, which he shoved into Charlie’s hands, “So you’re gonna read your stupid poem about tits at a Dead Poets meet and then not tell us you’ve got a girlfriend?”

Charlie grabbed the tissues, “Not my girlfriend, I meet her like two weeks ago,”

“Didn’t stop Knox,” Neil elbowed him.

Charlie wiped at his face, “Well I’m not Knox. I like her painting, she's good.”

“It looks like she was painting you,” Cameron slapped at Charlie’s chest and he threw the tissues at him in retaliation.

“Shut up, at least my library worker actually talks to me,”

Cameron fumbled with the dirty material, batting it away from his chest, “You dick!”

Charlie grinned, pulling his glasses down and starting towards the door. Something about it was thrilling, having this to himself. A little secret that he and you shared. His personal Salvador Dalí, something to look forwards to besides bad tobacco and Keating’s eccentric lectures. It was bright and exciting and he felt seen. He felt important. The blue paint he had stolen from your tray was still on the tip of his pointer finger and he wondered how long it would be until he could see you again.

( @interwebseriesfan24 )

#dead poets society #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #charlie dalton imagine #dead poets society x reader #dead poets society imagine #its the way this tried to crash my computer #also peep the new format #dedicated to everyone who said theyd read if i posted dps #enjoy!#dps #lennie writes

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antiloreolympus · 2 years

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10 Anti LO Asks

1. rachel doesnt put anything under a grey lens so why would the fans? like persephone and hades and hera are always show as only good (w/ even their bad actions framed as good in one way or another) meanwhile zeus and apollo and minthe are always shown as bad. why should we be shocked demeter is also under the "look how abusive demeter is!" lens when thats how rachel has depicted her for years now? even her protecting her daughter was framed as bad, but good when hera and hades do the same thing!

2. I want to know how the fans think RS is above critique when even the most beloved artists ever were critiqued too? Are we seriously supposed to buy Rachel, an artist who can't even keep a basic color sheet or doesn't know basic anatomy, is somehow a better artist and thus shouldn't be critiqued over the likes of Da vinci, Michelangelo, and Van Gogh, all who were critiqued in their times? Like how egotistical do you have to be to think she's free from critique over the literal legends of art?

3. tbh i under the impression blogs like this and other "anti" spaces wouldnt need to exist if lo fans just ... let people actually have discussions and differing opinions and not rigidly police it so there is only mindless praise and thats it. like overwhelmingly every "anti" ive seen is fans or former fans who have to make their own space because the fandom is so full of "toxic positivity". even the lo discord mass banned people for asking for a single hour of "approved critique time" like what??

4. LO fans, their fanbase, and their comic is so wildly misogynistic which is weird bc it's made by a woman and the fans are overwhelming 12 year old girls to 20 year old women?? and they all claim to be super progressive and feminist?? like nah yall cant claim that while calling minthe a whore who deserves to be tortured and killed and demeter is a shrill karen who doesn't understand ~LOVE~ unlike the literal slave owner hades whose type is vulnerable young teeangers who dont know better lmao.

5. I honestly thought you guys were joking when you said how old Rachel actually is. I could have sworn off her writing and art alone she was maybe idk, 22? Not in her late 30s? Yall mean to tell me she's almost 40 damn years old and she still acts and writes like a teenager? Like at this rate she will literally be in her 40s when LO ends and it's just a jumbled mess of her self inserting on a born sexy yesterday 19 year old and her desperately wanting a billionaire slave owner to bang her? what??

From OP: Just so people know what anon is talking about, RS is currently 35 I believe (saw her mention it on twitter some time this year).

6. the difference between how LO uses Hades as a God of Wealth versus how others use it is that say Hadestown makes a clear point to use that status as a way to critique capitalism and how Hades, because of him using such cruel labor practices and hoarding wealth, is a bad thing. That's a way to use mythology in a way to tell a modern story. In comparison, LO has Hades owning slaves, abusing his employees, controlling all the resources, and hoarding wealth as a GOOD thing. That's the problem!

7. i do love the new excuse of "rachel has put so much time into this comic so you cant critique it" like yo that only makes it worse? like shes spent literal YEARS working on this comic and its still misogynistic, racist, ableist, homophobic, etc etc like how do you spent so much time on it and never improve and even make it worse? like do yall hear yourselves when you say that?

8. im sorry but webtoons HAS to update the banners and icons and stuff for LO by now because all of that was made in 2018 and the style does not match at ALL.

9. i would honestly buy more the idea of rs claiming shes trying to show shades of grey (heh) in the characters and relationships if like that was actually shown to us years ago and properly set up since the start? like you cant now be nearly four years into this and now claim youre showing them being complex and "not perfect" when you spent years making them as uncomplex as possible and framing only hxp and hera as "perfect"? thats not how writing works?

10. nah that other anon brings up a point i didnt consider. if the nymphs are designed as the "perfect women" (which yes side eye that obvs HAS to be just persephone clones) then why is persephone considered so desirable and unique then? theres thousands of these pink nymphs running around with actual personalities and are the most beautiful women ever, why wouldnt people prefer them to the slate persephone? she has nothing go for her beyond what, her boobs are bigger? easier to manipulate?

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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panvani · 3 years

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Mochizuki Jun The Case Study of Vanitas Anime da Vinci Interview - pt. 3 -

This is part three of my translation of Anime da Vinci’s interview with Mochizuki Jun regarding The Case Study of Vanitas. This is the final part. Thank you for all your support. Feedback and suggestions are highly appreciated. The first part can be found [here], and the second part can be found [here].

In summary: Mochizuki talks about her first impressions for the anime, her involvement in its production, what she’s looking forward to, and a final message for her fans.

There is one translation note.

Studio Bones brings to mind scenes of action. Fight scenes with Roland are highly anticipated.

- The anime began airing in July. Please tell us your first impression when you heard Vanitas had been slated for animation.

Mochizuki Jun: First I was really grateful, like “Yaaay! I’m sooo happy!” then I got super worried and started thinking “oh God, I better be careful or I’m gonna die.” Of course I was happy to an extent, but I’m a total pessimist at heart. While the staff was getting chosen, I kept thinking “if I mess up now, all plans for the anime will vanish just like that,” and I got so so scared. My boss started getting on my case, saying “can you at least survive until we get a decision for when the anime will broadcast?” and such questions then went “wait wait, no, first of all, please just don’t die.” I was finally able to really digest what good fortune it was to have an anime announcement when I received contact that “Kajiura Yuki-san is going to do the background music!” and I still went “ah, but I still think I might die...” ... ahaha...

- Different mangaka tend to be involved with their anime in very different ways, depending on the lead director’s principles, et cetera. How was Mochizuki-sensei involved with the anime production?

MJ: Since the fundamentals of the anime were left to Director Itamura Tomoyuki and Studio Bones as their production, I considered it my job to be the go-between for my readers and the anime. I didn’t want to get in the way of the things the director wanted to do (if I made a nuisance of myself I’m very sorry Mr. Director). I gave my two cents when it came to stuff like “oh, if you cut that scene my readers will be very sad,” and “I think maybe this character should be depicted more like this...”

MJ: Director Itamura was always gentle, but he’d never concede when he wanted to make a point. I can’t thank him enough. If I were too cautious as the original creator, I’d end up getting stuck.

- Were you present during the dubbing process? Please tell us about any impressions you got from the seiyuu, or any performances you thought were especially impactful.

MJ: I’m someone who loves voice acting so I would’ve been present at all the recording sessions if I could, but the dreaded COVID meant I could only be present for the recording of the first episode. As the voices were put in place, I actually felt a more intimate understanding of my characters as the author. I’m really grateful.

MJ: Hanae Natsuki-san’s voice for Vanitas made his repulsiveness seem more appropriate for Vanitas’ age. I guess I sometimes need to be reminded that Vanitas is eighteen years old. I thought that Ishikawa Kaito-san’s voice made Noé out to be more honest and innocent.[1] I’m looking forward to hearing the characters that’ll be introduced from episode 2 onwards.

- What did you think when you saw the first episode of the anime?

MJ: I first the first episode during its advanced screening, which was also my first time seeing an anime adaptation of my work on the big screen. To see the characters of Vanitas move with so much energy and hear Kajiura-san’s music and everything else all really left an impact on me. Since the theme color of this work is “blue,” I was so happy to see the beautiful way “blue” was incorporated.

MJ: Then for a specific point, the scene at the end with the stained glass was so gorgeous, and it made me want to hurry up and get to Paris, and such I said to my assistant.

- Are there any scenes you particularly look forward to in terms of “how would this be animated?”

MJ: When you say “Studio Bones” you always think of these fantastic action scenes, so right now I’m really looking forward to battle scenes with Roland!

- Finally, do you have any messages for fans who may be enjoying the anime?

MJ: A team of such wonderful people have assembled for the production of The Case Study of Vanitas. I’m really looking forward to the anime as a viewer, and I’m trying my best to make the work more exciting as the original author. Please continue to show your support for my original work and the anime!

[1] The word I translate as “innocent” is 天然, tennen, which usually gets translated as “natural airhead.” This isn’t a phrase we use in English, so I took the time to look into what it actually means. Basically, 天然 isn’t used for someone who’s actually stupid, but someone who’s a bit naive or silly. It’s not really an insult, and usually gets used in affection. For example, the first result I found was someone talking about how a senpai they’re friendly with had taken to calling them 天然.

#the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #mochizuki jun #vnc #logxx #logam

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mercy-burning · 3 years

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Incredible

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Professor!Spencer sparks a connection with a spunky student. Category: FLUFF (of the spicy variety, so I’d rate it PG-13) Warnings: Adults with age gap (Reader is in her early 20s), language, flirting, making out, a brief mention of oral sex Word Count: 8.7k

MASTERLIST | 1K MASTERLIST

Full Request: “...Okay so prof/student, and reader is so badass, has tattoos, flirt all the time, but like hate everybody except spencer, and he loves that she is so different, intriguing, dark and touchy? But like everyone in spencer life thinks that she’s using him, because of her grades, and also because they are “so different” but like they love each other, so she makes a big gesture and says fuck all of you, I love him and it’s the only thing that matters, and spencer is like heart eyes” —Anonymous

NOTE: My first go at Professor!Spencer! This is a favorite trope of mine, so I loved finally getting to delve into it myself. I hope I did it justice! Also, the original title for this was “Bad For You” and it was supposed to be a little different, but it went in a different direction than I was intending. I still hope it’s okay though!

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Truthfully, the first time she showed up in his classroom he had a feeling. It was a feeling he didn't get very often, therefore he wasn't sure what to make of it. All he knew was that when she sat down in the front row, all the way on the right, keeping to herself, he just felt that there was something special about her.

The obvious reasoning behind this newfound feeling was most likely the multiple tattoos that adorned her skin, and the flashy, attention-grabbing makeup that surrounded her eyes and lips, but as the semester progressed, Spencer started to realize her academic confidence was taking hold of most of his attention. Sure, she stood out in the crowd, completely different from anyone else who'd entered his classroom, and without a doubt one of the most stunning women he'd ever seen. But rather than scrolling through her phone while waiting for class to start each morning, she brought out a book to read or notes to study or something else to keep her busy. If anything else, yes, he admired her work ethic, at least what he could see of it.

And as time progressed, he'd come to see her succeeding more in his class than almost anyone else. Under normal circumstances, it would have been all good and plenty, but as it turned out, Y/N was anything but normal.

The first... incident happened not long after the first week of the semester, and a group of other girls were sitting next to Y/N. Class would start in close to five minutes, and students were still filing in while the group was having a rather... interesting conversation.

Spencer had had a feeling about what it was pertaining to, but his suspicions were confirmed the second he heard Y/N's voice, loud and clear.

"For the love of God, if you're gonna talk about him like he's a hot piece of ass right in front of him, you might as well shout it from the rooftops."

He looked up to see she hadn't lifted her head from the book she was reading as she said it, flipping a page half-way through her tangent and looking unbothered, despite the connotations of her words.

Rather than being upset at her, like he figured most girls in their situation would, they all stayed silent the rest of the time and barely looked anyone in the eye.

The moment Y/N realized she had them, Spencer noticed a small smirk on her face.

Class ended about forty minutes later, and just as the bell rang, he called out.

"Uh, Y/N, could I speak to you for a second?"

She looked up at him for a brief second before nodding, and even though mostly everyone in the classroom laid out a chorus of Oooohs, she still managed to look unbothered. In fact, he could have sworn he noticed her roll her eyes for just a split second.

She packed up her things and waited for everyone to leave. And as she approached him finally, Spencer felt a slight twist in his stomach at the way she did it, her expression somewhat worrisome despite her show of confidence earlier.

"Hey," she greeted plainly. Her hands clutched onto the strap of her bag so tightly her tattooed hands looked almost pale.

"Y/N," he greeted back. "I, uh... I'm not sure exactly what happened before class, but—"

"Yeah, I know. I shouldn't have said anything, it was probably rude embarrass them like that, but it was rude of them to talk about you like that right in front of you."

Spencer paused, not really sure how to respond other than to nod. "Well, uh... I... Thank you, I appreciate that."

"Besides, they're only auditing anyway, it's not like they actually care about the subject. I mean, c'mon, if you're gonna verbally daydream about sucking your professor's dick while he's standing right in front of you, you should at least have the decency to give a shit about what he's taking time out of his day to teach you."

Well... That certainly hasn't been what he was expecting. With eyes wide and hands starting to sweat, Spencer tried to think of how to respond, but came up short. But he had to say something, so he said the first thing that came to his mind.

"I appreciate your honesty."

Y/N smiled at him. It was a genuine smile that he hadn't seen, and he wished he could see it a thousand times over.

"Well, then, Sir, can I tell you something in all honesty?"

"Always."

She looked him up and down for a moment, his heart involuntarily swelling at the way her eyes raked over him with somewhat of a mischievous gleam. "You are a hot piece of ass. And I give a shit about what you're taking time out of your day to teach me. Thank you for that."

Without another word, she turned away and walked off, leaving him with a dropped jaw that slowly transformed into an amused smile.

Two days later, a Friday to be exact, Y/N showed up a few minutes early as she had every Friday prior. Spencer turned to give her a kind smile, but she didn't look up. She promptly sat down in her seat and got out a book, finding her page and leaning back in her seat.

He didn't want to interrupt, but still he offered a bright, "Good morning," and took the chance that she might offer him a greeting back.

She did glance up from her book, following it with a little smirk and a wink. And just as quickly as it came and went, she started reading again, almost as if the greeting had never happened.

"What are you reading?" he asked before he could stop himself.

Y/N didn't look up this time. But she said, "The Da Vinci Code."

"Oh," he responded, happy he'd even gotten an answer at all. "I've never heard of it."

This time she did look up. And she looked highly amused. "You've never heard of The Da Vinci Code? Not even the movie?"

Since they were looking at each other now, Spencer only shook his head.

"Seriously?" Y/N pressed, tilting her head to the side.

"Seriously. What's it about?"

She simply stared at him some more, and he figured it was still shock over his cluelessness when it came to The Da Vinci Code, but something about the look on her face said it was something else. Something more... devious.

Finally, she said, "I'm not gonna tell you." And then she went back to reading.

He should have left it at that, should have just moved on, but he couldn't help himself. So he pressed further. "Why not?"

Y/N looked up again, and then she closed the book. "Because if it's seriously taken you this long to even hear the name of the book, or the movie, then maybe it's just not your thing."

"Well, Y/N, truth be told, there's a lot in modern pop culture that I don't know about, so... That might not be true."

The two of them held gazes for a few seconds, just completely... captivated by each other in ways neither of them had experienced or could explain. He was in awe of her blunt and snarky presence, and she was utterly taken with his modern naivete.

When she repeated his words from the day before, "I appreciate your honesty," and smiled wickedly at him, he smiled back and almost fell to his knees.

Then students started to come into class and Y/N looked down at her book, which she seemed to have forgotten that she closed, because she actually blushed and fumbled getting it open quickly, obviously not as smooth as she'd always been.

The sight made Spencer's heart flutter.

Once class ended, he looked up to see Y/N standing at his desk and holding out her book. "Here. You should read it."

"Oh, I—I can find my own copy, I— You're reading it, I couldn't..."

Y/N huffed a laugh. "I've read it like five times already, I practically have the entire thing memorized. Just give it back when you're done."

He took the book with a smile. "Well, I have just a bit of paperwork to get done, but after that I'm good to go, so if you come by at the end of the day, I can give it to you then."

She blinked at him, and for a few moments neither of them said anything.

"Oh, I, uh... I read fast," is all Spencer said to explain himself.

Y/N nodded and glanced up at the clock above his head. "Oh. Ha. Right, of course you do. Um, I'll, uh... I'll come back, then. Professor."

The title falling from her lips would have ruined him completely had she stayed any longer, but again, she walked away without another word or glance, and it left him breathless.

There was a point, later on in the day when she came back to get her book, where he'd left her equally as breathless.

He was flipping through pages at light speed, and he didn't even notice her come in and sit down in the chair across from his desk. She sat there for a good two minutes, just watching him flipping pages and muttering silent words to himself, completely unaware of her presence. She'd seen him concentrating before, grading papers while the class was taking quizzes and such, but she'd never been able to study him for more than a few seconds at a time, and as she'd deduced before, it was extremely captivating.

He was extremely captivating. And she told him as much.

Kind of.

"Look at you go," she mused, leaning forward on his desk and resting her chin in her hands.

Spencer jumped, sliding the book so it hit her elbows, and she laughed.

"Y/N, you scared me!" he gasped, clutching at his chest with his right hand. "Ho—how long have you been there?"

"A few minutes. I would've stopped you but you looked like you were in the zooone." Her fingers wiggled and tapped across her cheeks as her face still rested in her palms. A huge smile played at her lips, and despite almost being scared to death, Spencer found himself growing warmer at her amused self.

"Yeah, I guess I was," he stated, bringing his hands to slide the book back to him. He looked down at it for a moment before smiling. "I was actually re-reading it for a third time. After the first I went back to look at the notes I took, and after going through them pretty thoroughly I applied some..."

As he rambled on about the process in which he read, Y/N found herself in an even deeper trance than before. She wished more than anything that she could have payed attention to his words, so she could have a discussion about her favorite book with him, but his passion and commitment to something he didn't even know about until earlier in the day, much less something she of all people just threw at him, was just so...

"Doctor Reid?" she interrupted, almost slipping out of her hands when he stopped and tilted his head, suddenly invested in what she had to say. "Can I stop you for a second?"

"Oh.. Was I going too far? I'm sorry, as you know I tend to ramble quite a bit sometimes, and I know it can be a bit much..."

"No, that's not it. I've... gotta be honest with you about something."

"Hmm?"

She leaned forward, crossing her arms on the table and searching his eyes for a moment before speaking again. "I didn't hear a single word you just said. And I promise it's not because I'm not interested in having this conversation about The Da Vinci Code, it's... something else."

"What's wrong?"

He seemed genuinely concerned, and equally as clueless, and it did things to her insides that she hadn't felt with anyone in... well, ever.

"What's wrong is that I hate everybody. Well, hate is a strong word, and I only mean pretty much everybody that goes to school here, anyway, and it's been that way ever since my Freshman year. And yet... Somehow, I end up with this class, and in almost no time at all you've managed to learn more about me than anyone I've ever met in my three years here."

"Well... I—I'm an educator, I... it's my job to somewhat know my students."

"No, it's your job to teach me. Any other professor would have chewed my ass for saying what I said the other day, and instead you... well... I don't really know what that was the other day, but I didn't get in trouble for it. And then today you actively asked me about what I was reading and genuinely took interest in something you'd never even heard of before... And then you..." She threw her hands in the air. "You fucking read my favorite book three whole times in one day and took notes on it... Seriously, who... Who are you?"

Spencer wasn't sure what to say. Especially when all he wanted to do in that moment was tell her to keep talking to him. He found that he loved when she talked. Even when she was trying to figure him out, to understand why she'd been completely flipped inside and out by a man that was at least 20 years older than her.

Especially considering that on paper, the two of them didn't look like a conventional pair. He was tall, lean, and structurally beautiful in all the right ways, where as she was closed off and beautifully stand-offish. His skin was clear of anything and hers was adorned with tens of tattoos. His clothes were always formal and neat, while hers consisted of only jeans and plain tees and long sleeves.

If anyone saw them together, it wouldn't have made sense.

They both knew this, and yet...

"I am... utterly enchanted by you," Spencer said without thinking. He didn't have to. it was the truth.

Y/N's shoulders slumped, as if some sort of weight had been lifted from them. She smirked a little. "And I am... strangely not indifferent to you."

"Uh... Thanks?"

She laughed, genuinely laughed, and stood up. "That's a compliment, Doctor. A very good compliment."

That mischievous smile of hers returned, and it made his stomach turn over again, his own smile never wavering, and conveying every sense of wonderment that it could.

"I know this might be... unprofessional... And we definitely shouldn't do anything on school property, but... Would you maybe want to, uh... go get coffee or something some time this weekend?" he asked, trying his hardest not to feel small around her big personality.

"What, to discuss The Da Vinci Code, or to go on a date?"

By the look on her face, it was obvious that she knew they couldn't call it a date. As long as they were professionally involved like this, an actual date could never be on the table. But it seemed to be in her... rather playful nature to suggest it anyway.

The thought made his heart flutter again. Still, he said simply with a knowing smile, "To discuss The Da Vinci Code."

She nodded, throwing her bag over her shoulder and getting ready to leave. "Fine. But just so you're aware, there won't be anything stopping me from zoning out and staring at your beautiful face from time to time."

With all the truth in the world, he said, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

***

His middle finger tapped incessantly on the cool, wood surface of the picnic table in the park. It wasn't ideal to meet this far away from the nearest parking lot, but the little spot was far enough away that he was positive no one would see him meeting his student for lunch—a lunch she offered to bring despite his insisting on paying for food. In the end, it was clear that Y/N was more stubborn than he was.

That excited him.

Speaking of excitement, the moment he spotted her walking into sight, his heart rate picked up. And at the powerful surge of butterflies that swarmed in his stomach, he mentally berated himself for even feeling that way.

This was not a date.

And just when he thought he had things under control, she finally reached the table, set down a brown paper bag, and flashed him the prettiest smile he'd ever seen. Her hair was up in a low ponytail with small strands of hair sticking out and blowing in the light breeze. She wore jeans and a tight lavender tee shirt that ended just above her navel, and it had the word "Wednesday" printed on it in black block letters. It wasn't Wednesday, which equally confused and amused him, though because he'd already found her personality amusing enough, what she wore didn't matter.

Except... the more he took her in the more it really did matter, because he noticed more tattoos, which where usually covered with long sleeves and jackets, most likely as requested by the university. But under the soft glow of the September sun, he could clearly see a collage of tattoos running up her left side, disappearing under her shirt. Where it ended, he wasn't sure, but he couldn't dwell on it for too long, or he was afraid the mental images would turn his brain to mush.

Obviously he couldn't do that.

"Hey'a, Professor," she said with a little wink as she took a seat across from him.

"P—please. Outside the classroom, just Spencer is fine."

She gave him a knowing smirk and simply stated, "Okay," though there was nothing simple about it. Her words had an effect on him, and she knew how to play them to her advantage.

But she was apparently in the mood to be nice today, at least for now. Because she peeled back her playful tone and revealed something more friendly. Simple. She tilted the bag towards him and nodded.

"I brought us some subs, as requested. I hope I got your order right."

"I'm sure it's fine. Thank you."

Attempting to keep his cool around her, Spencer remained quiet as they ate. He also avoided looking at her for too long, because every time he did catch her eye she was staring at him, obviously amused as she finished off her sandwich.

But of course, at some point one of them needed to speak. Right?

So he took a sip of water and cleared his throat. "It's uh... It's really nice out today, yeah?"

Y/N laughed, tilting her head to the side and giving him a look that almost sent him flying backwards. "If that was you attempting to break the ice, Spencer, it was completely adorable... If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were nervous."

"I—No, I'm not nervous, wh—why would you think that?"

"Because you can barely look me in the eye, and then the first thing you say to me when we're finished eating is about the weather..."

She raised her eyebrow then, giving him ample opportunity to explain. So he sighed, a rather embarrassed laugh escaping his lips. "I'm sorry, it's just... You're kind of intimidating."

She gave another laugh, one that made his heart soar higher every time he heard it. "Oh please! You're my hot professor, if anything you should be the intimidating one here."

It was his turn to laugh. "Y/N, believe me, if you really knew me, you'd know I'm probably one of the least intimidating people on the planet."

There was a long pause before she nodded, a soft smile forming on her lips. "Well, then, maybe I should get to know you..."

Despite the tugging in the back of his mind that said it was a bad idea to form this close of a relationship with one of his students, especially one who made him feel all warm and fiery inside, he found himself smiling back in agreement.

***

The sun was setting by the time Spencer walked her back to her car. And after dropping off their garbage at one of the public trash bins, he found the walk rather calming. The breeze picked up a bit, somewhat settling the fire in the pit of his stomach as she talked to him about The Da Vinci Code. And then there was the fact that they'd actually spent hours talking, so much so that they hadn't even realized how late it had gotten. Needless to say, it was extremely rare for Spencer to find that type of connection to someone, the type that allowed him to speak back and forth so easily and without regret or embarrassment.

He was thinking about how nice that was when they finally stopped. In front of a motorcycle.

"Is... Wait, this is yours?" he asked her, obviously shocked but more disappointed that he hadn't guessed sooner, and probably a little too turned on than was appropriate.

"Yep," Y/N said proudly, tapping the glinting black metal. "It was a high school graduation present from my mom. She and I used to build motorcycles when I was growing up, and when we moved to the city it got pushed to the backburner. But I love this bike, I ride it everywhere."

"That's... Wow. That's nice." It was really all he could think to say as he looked at the bike and nowhere else. Because if he looked at her, especially standing next to the bike, it was sure to spell out disaster.

"So, where'd you park?" Y/N asked, pulling him from his trance.

"O—Oh. Um, I didn't. I took the train."

He didn't fully realize the weight of his words until a devious smile played at her lips. "Oh? Well... Do you want a ride home?"

"No! Uh... No, I can... I can take the train, it's not a big deal. Th—thank you though."

Despite his better judgement, Spencer looked up at her, and before him was a beautiful young woman with a gleam in her eyes and a pout on her lips that would have destroyed any man in a matter of seconds. Her hand was outstretched, dangling a shiny silver helmet from her fingers. It glinted in the soft orange glow of the sunset, tempting him in the most evil way possible.

"You've been so good to me, Professor. Let me take you home."

At this point, he had no idea whether or not she meant her words to sound as seductive as he'd heard them. His brain screamed, No! but... In the end he knew she was only being nice. She had to be... But it's not safe! Do you know how many motorcycle accidents there are per year?

Before he could stop himself, he sighed and took the helmet from her hands. "A—Are you sure?"

All his reservations were worth it to see the beaming, toothy smile that she gave him right then. "Of course! Besides, who wants to ride the train home for the thousandth time when you could ride a kickass motorcycle instead?"

He put the helmet on, laughing along with her though deep inside he was more than a little terrified. He'd never been on a motorcycle before— it wasn't ever something he thought about. And now he was about to get on the back of one with his student, who had tattoos and spunk and just about everything he didn't. She was incredibly pretty and smart, and now he was learning that she was a total badass in somewhat of a traditional sense as well.

Y/N climbed onto the bike and nodded at him to get on behind her. Thankfully she wasn't able to see how incredibly awkward he felt getting on, scooting up to press himself to her back and figuring out where to rest his hands.

"A couple rules," she said, taking the key from her pocket. "One: I need to know where you live."

"O—Oh, right."

He told her and then she nodded. "Good. I know where that is. Rule two: Try not to adjust yourself too much, it could throw us off. But honestly you don't have to worry about that. As long as you hang on to me, you'll be just fine."

"O—Okay. How should I, um..."

With a small laugh, Y/N reached behind her and grabbed his arms, bringing them around to her front. His stomach flipped at her touch, even long after it was gone.

"Hang on as tight as you need to, got it?" she called to him

"Okay."

"Good. Now. Final rule. Have fun. Look around. Feel the wind in your hair."

"But I'm wearing a helmet..."

Y/N started the bike then, and he jumped, bringing himself closer and squeezing her tightly. His face nestled into her neck as best as he could without distracting her, though she didn't seem phased by it in the least.

"You know what I mean," she called out to him. "You ready, Professor?"

"I think so!" he called back, squeezing his eyes shut despite her final rule.

"Alright, we're off!"

The bike lurched forward a few seconds later, and it took everything Spencer had not to yelp. He wasn't sure how tightly he clung to Y/N but as long as they were still going, he figured it was okay.

It was colder suddenly, and he knew that they were moving at a decent speed. So he took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes, seeing buildings and trees go by in a flash. But the longer they rode around town, the easier he found it to breathe. While his grip around Y/N's front was still fairly tight, he'd definitely loosened up a little, and she could tell. His head was turning from side to side, looking at just about everything he could, and she couldn't see it, but he was smiling wide the whole time.

It was exhilarating. It was fun. And he couldn't remember the last time he had this much genuine fun, all worries completely erased from the mind and replaced with silent whoops of joy.

And then they stopped outside his apartment, and once the loud rumbling of the bike silenced, leaving his ears with a low thumping beat that raced alongside his heart, Spencer finally loosened his grip on Y/N completely. He got off the bike and whipped the helmet off, blood rushing through his veins like he'd just fallen out of an airplane.

He paced on the sidewalk, waiting for Y/N to put the bike in park and get off, and truthfully she was a little nervous. It was definitely weird giving your professor a ride home on your motorcycle, not to mention the added obvious sexual tension between you that shouldn't be there at all. She wondered if maybe she crossed a line, and she chewed her lip nervously as she stepped onto the sidewalk.

"Spencer?" she called out softly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm..." He stopped pacing and ran his hands through his hair, which was already pretty wild after being under the helmet— which was currently on the sidewalk.

Great, Y/N thought, I fucked up big time...

But he laughed, a wide smile adorning his pretty features as he looked at her. "I'm fantastic! Y/N, that was.. I can't believe I've never done that before! We weren't even going that fast, but it felt like we were flying!" He laughed then, the sound bringing a relieved smile to her face. And then he took a step closer to her and the relief quickly transformed into genuine joy and contentment.

"That was... incredible," Spencer breathed, his smile never faltering. "You... You're incredible."

She was going to thank him, but before she could say anything he strode to her in two steps and brought her face to his in a searing kiss.

Searing... That's exactly what it was, too. Y/N whimpered into his mouth at his intensity, the way his hands dwarfed the sides of her head and the way his lips moved feverishly against hers. She slipped her hands into his back pockets and brought him closer, her touch jolting him forward and walking them back over to the bike. They stumbled a bit before Y/N was able to gently lean against it.

Meanwhile Spencer couldn't contain himself. By now he was consumed in this fire that she'd set within him, burning down his every defense and sense of logic. He couldn't get enough of her, the way her hands kneaded his ass through his pockets, and how her tongue perfectly collided with his in every way. Each little moan and whimper she let out into his mouth spurred him forward until his fingers were threading into her hair, loosening her ponytail and no doubt gently tugging at her scalp.

If that bothered her, she didn't let on, her hunger matching his in every way.

Eventually, though, she felt herself leaning back too much, and she brought her hands out of his pockets to gently brace herself on the bike, steadying them.

But that didn't slow them down in the least. Truthfully, they weren't sure if they'd ever stop, drinking each other up right there as a few cars went by and the sun set behind them.

It wasn't until Spencer moved one of his hands down to her hip, searching for bare skin, fingers slowly sliding their way farther up her side, when a chorus of, "Ow ow owwww"s and whistles and hollers sounded behind them. He pulled away rather quickly, Y/N's teeth pulling at his bottom lip before he saw a truck full of teenagers whizzing past. They honked their horn and continued hollering until they rounded the corner, and by then the fire in his veins had significantly simmered.

He stepped away from her completely, combing through his hair and blinking, trying to collect his thoughts. But they came out as a jumbled mess. "I'm.. We shouldn't ha... I'm sorry... Y/N, that..."

"I—I know..." is all she said, still bracing herself on the bike.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, trying hard not to look at her. She was obviously rattled, though he thought she didn't mind. In fact, he was pretty sure by the way she was looking at him right then that she was ready to continue what they started, though she didn't do anything about it.

She did say, though, "It's okay. I'll, uh... See you Monday."

"Y—Yeah. Monday... Thanks f—for the ride."

His whole body was numb, fuzzy as she finally moved, walking over to her helmet and picking it up. She put it on and sat on the bike, putting the key in ignition before turning to him one last time and saying two words that sure enough ignited the fire again.

"Anytime, Spencer."

Long after she sped off around the corner, out of sight but most certainly not out of mind, he stood there on the sidewalk, his lips burning and his heart racing.

***

He wasn't sure what to expect on Monday, save for inevitable awkwardness between them, but he certainly wasn't expecting to see Y/N walk into the classroom early that morning with a box in her hands.

"Before you say anything, I just want to disclose that I'm willing to not make things weird," she announced as she made her way over to his desk. She set the box down, revealing six chocolate-frosted donuts with sprinkles. "You said you liked these the other day, so I brought some as a gift... You know, to... apologize."

"Oh, Y/N, you... You don't hav—"

"No. Please, just... Look, I didn't realize it at the time, because for a moment you weren't my professor, you were... You were my friend. And I know now that insisting to let me take you home was less than professional, and I'm sorry. I really was just trying to be nice, but I... I shouldn't have..."

"Y/N, I... kissed you... I'm the one who should apologize for being unprofessional. Really, I don't... I don't know what happened, I just..."

"Adrenaline... You... You were exhilarated and happy, and there was obvious chemistry between us that wouldn't have gotten that far if I hadn't asked you to hop on my bike, so... I'm sorry."

They both looked around, hoping it was still too early for anyone to show up, and then Spencer sighed, looking down at the donuts. "I shouldn't have asked you to lunch in the first place. I... I do want to have a connection with my students, but that's not... That wasn't my intention. I crossed a line I shouldn't have, and I'm sorry."

Y/N sighed, taking a donut from the box. "You know, we can't keep apologizing back and forth like this... So... Can we call it even? We're both sorry, we both fucked up, and we both promise to... act like it never happened?"

"Is... that what you want?" he asked softly, not entirely bringing his head up to look at her, but looking at her through his eyelashes.

His gaze sent a course of butterflies through her stomach, and she hated it. She hated that she was growing fond of her hot professor and that she couldn't stop thinking about his lips on hers and what they'd feel like roaming other places on her body— more specifically, over the tattoos on her skin that she always found him staring at from time to time. She hated that he was charming and pretty and smart, and she hated that he gave a shit about her.

That's why her throat burned like acid when she lied. "Yes. That's what I want."

And for the sake of professionalism, he was inclined to believe her, even though deep down his heart knew that she was lying to him. "Alright then. Thank you for the donuts."

She smiled, trying not to shake as she held her donut up in the air. "Anytime, Professor."

Then she took a bite and walked to her seat, the two of them eating in silence while they waited for class to start

***

The next two weeks went by seemingly slower and slower by the second. If it were a normal situation, Spencer and Y/N going back to their normal student-teacher routine would have been a good thing. And in a way, it most certainly was. However, they both felt plagued by their distance in a way that hadn't been so daunting in a long time.

Almost every day the girls behind Y/N would continue talking about their professor (quieter this time, though still loud enough that she could hear for herself). And every time they did, her thoughts inevitably dragged back to his lips on hers, soft and hard all at the same time, a feeling she knew she'd never be able to experience again. And then she'd glance up at him, seeing him concentrate as he graded papers or read a book, and her insides would burn once more, a reminder of everything she couldn't have.

Likewise, Spencer would be lecturing, glance over at Y/N by happenstance, and that low simmer returned to his veins, begging him to turn back now or re-enter the dark cloud of desire that threatened to ruin his career. He was thankfully able to recover quickly, though not without trying to quell the heat that flooded through his body at the remembrance of her kisses.

Each day was like a ticking time bomb. They waited until the semester was over— hopefully they wouldn't have to see each other and all could have been forgotten. But the days didn't want to fly. They wanted to ride on the back of a snail, just slugging along until it was almost painful to experience.

Even still, Spencer and Y/N went about their days until the semester was one week away from finishing.

It was Monday, class was just about to end, and then he called her over while everyone was chatting amongst themselves.

To say she was nervous was an understatement. Nonetheless, she made her way to his desk with as much normalcy as possible, and the closer she got to him, the warmer she got. It was exhausting, really.

"What's up?" she asked blankly.

"I just wanted to... congratulate you on your work. Truthfully, you've exceeded just about everyone else in terms of quiz and test scores, your work ethic is above average from what I've seen in most students... You're smart,, and you know the material really well. And... A colleague of mine and I are attending a seminar on profiling in New York, and I think you should come with. Present your final essay to the group."

Y/N blinked a few times. "Wait... You're serious?"

"Mhm. I've showed your work to my colleagues and they're all impressed by you. I'm... not exactly sure what your plans for your future are, but I really think you have something special here. And if... If it's not something that interests you, at least consider coming to the seminar anyway. Regardless, your work is exceptional and I think you should be proud of it. I... I know I am..."

The bell rang then, and everyone filtered out as Y/N stood there awkwardly, thinking everything over.

"I don't need an answer right away, but the seminar is on Saturday, so any time before then would be great. Think about it?"

She looked around to make sure no one was around before speaking, her throat tight. "You're not... just saying this because of... what we did? I mean, you really think I'm... I'm good enough to do this?"

Spencer's eyes softened, and against his better judgement, he reached a hand out to touch her shoulder. "I really do. I wasn't lying, you're exceptionally smart and you really could have a future in the FBI, not even as a profiler if you don't want to. But as always, it's your decision. All I'm asking is that you take some time to think about it. Is that okay?"

Y/N always knew that despite the attraction they had to each other, Spencer was a professional first, and he always did encourage her in her studies. She knew he saw something in her, something bright and worth teaching, worth growing, and in that moment, that's what his eyes conveyed. He truly believed in her, not because—or even in spite—of the forbidden moments and feelings they shared, but in addition to them. If anything their feelings were considered the addition here. Because while, yes, their bodies were buzzing at proximity to one another, their heads and their hearts were more connected in that moment than anything, with sheer understanding and care and belief for one another that extended past physical attraction.

Y/N smiled, nodding. "Okay. But I don't need to think about it. I'll go."

"Are you sure? You really don't have to say yes if you don't wa—"

"Yes. I'm sure. A—And thank you, Sp—ah, Professor. I... Thank you." She laughed a little, possibly the most flushed she'd ever been around him, and it made him smile

"Of course."

***

One thing they didn't really put into consideration was the fact that the semester was now over.

It was Saturday, the morning of the seminar, and Y/N was scheduled to fly with Spencer and his colleague, Doctor Tara Lewis, to New York City. Currently, Dr. Lewis was asleep, on the other side of the jet, and Y/N and Spencer were left awake, sitting across from each other and completely buzzing with energy.

You could see why this might have been a problem they hadn't considered.

Y/N wasn't technically his student anymore, and they'd became well aware of the fact after she showed up at the BAU, where she met the rest of Spencer's co-workers and friends. His family, from all she'd heard. And there was a conversation she couldn't help but overhear after they were soon set to leave.

"Now I know why you really brought her along." The voice belonged to Luke Alvez. She was sure of it— his voice was hard to forget. Especially when it was laced with suggestion.

"What do you mean?" Spencer asked.

As cute as his cluelessness was, Y/N couldn't help the bubbles of nerves that erupted throughout her body like a torpedo shooting through water.

"You couldn't be more obvious if you tried, man. Sure, she's smart, and we all know it. But if what you've told us is true, she's also Mystery Motorcycle Mama."

"Wha—How do you know that?" Spencer exclaimed, obviously a little worried. Y/N couldn't say she blamed him.

"Oh, come on, a woman looking like that shows up, you expect me not to believe she's the one you made out with on the street? It wasn't hard to figure out."

The fact that he'd even told someone about that made her nerves rise. She'd wanted to talk to her mom about it for weeks but thought it might have caused trouble, too scared to even think about it.

Luke quelled some of the nervous tension though, when he said, "Don't worry about it, first of all, no one is going to say anything. Okay, and secondly, technically she's not your student anymore... What's stopping you?"

"W— She's a student, first of all, and... I don't know, we've finally gotten back to normal, I don't... I don't want to jeopardize that, especially now that we're going on this... trip together..."

This trip together... Y/N chewed the inside of her cheek, suddenly feeling a little warmer and a whole lot more anxious. It wasn't bad, though, more thoughtful. If anything she was interested to see how he'd react around her now that their professional relationship had somewhat come to a halt.

And now they were staring at each other on the jet. Y/N's fingers tapped gently against the table while Spencer's knee bounced rapidly. They were only twenty minutes out, and since they were on the jet it wouldn't be a long flight. But once again, time wouldn't fly. The only difference was, now there was nothing really standing in their path aside from the obvious taboo of it all. People always heard about teachers that got with former students, and it was always so scandalous.

And while it was obvious that they wouldn't be able to publicly say they were 'together', there was something like a barrier between them that had been shattered, or at least see-through in a way that it hadn't been before. It was a little easier to breathe, even, though they still somehow managed to take each others' breath away. It was always just a look, a little smile in the other person's direction, and all ability to function was gone.

The fact that they were still so captivated by each other, even through all the awkwardness and worry, was something that gave them hope. Hope that once this was all over and there was absolutely nothing stopping them from being together, they could still find their way back, and be just as connected to and enchanted by each other as they'd always been.

But for now, at least, they still had this seminar, something he'd only invited her to because of her academic achievements. And because of that, whatever happened between them had to be strictly professional

As if they hadn't already spent almost an entire semester repressing their feelings and only visiting each other in dreams.

***

The group spent the majority of the day getting a tour of the campus they were visiting. Their actual presentations wouldn't start until 7pm, where they'd speak in an auditorium that very much reminded Spencer of his own classroom.

After lunch, some more touring, and then dinner, the three of them found themselves back at their rooms, going over the material. Of course, Tara and Spencer were naturals since they'd both done a handful of teaching, but Y/N was nervous. She'd never given a big presentation like this before, even if it was only just reading sections of her essay that coincided with what Tara and Spencer were talking about.

"It's dumb," she said, slamming her papers on Tara's bed. "I shouldn't be this nervous about reading in front of people, especially since I'm such a goddamned delight in regular conversation."

Tara laughed. "You'll be great, I promise. You've read through it a million times, and even if you don't have it memorized, it'll be right there for you if you need it."

"I... I know." She started pacing a little, trying to even out her breathing. "But I... I've never done anything like this before and I... I don't want to mess up. I mean, Spencer believes in me, enough to have wanted me here, and I don't want... I don't want to let him down."

"You won't. Do... you know how I know?"

Y/N shook her head and sat down next to Tara, smoothing out the skirt she had on. She never wore skirts. She could have worn pants, but something pulled her to the short black fabric, and right now she didn't want to think about what that was. All she wanted to do was focus on calming her nerves.

"I know because... in the little amount of time that I've known you, I can tell how dedicated you are. How strong and smart you are. You know how to hold a room, and you know how to talk to people. And it helps that you know what you're talking about... You do know what you're talking about, right?"

Y/N laughed, genuinely laughed, and nodded.

"Then there you go. You'll be a natural."

The fact that one of Spencer's colleagues, whom he seemed to trust wholeheartedly, believed in her just as much, saw the same talent and dedication that he did, eased her troubled mind quite easily. She thought the worst was over, and to some degree it was.

She wasn't nervous anymore, worried that she'd disappoint Spencer, though when he knocked, came into her and Tara's room, and stopped, looking Y/N up and down with an enrapturement she hadn't seen on anyone's face before, her stomach dropped.

That look? It had been precisely why her mind begged her to put the skirt on instead of the pants.

The black velvet fabric was tight and ended mid-thigh, revealing half of a tattoo she had hidden— black and lavender flowers that matched the color of her blouse. It was a long-sleeve turtleneck that covered the tattoos on her arms and neck, but hugged her figure beautifully. Her hair was pinned up elegantly, loose strands framing the front of her face and big golden hoops dangling from her ears. Her face was completely void of the vivid makeup she always wore, replaced with a shiny, sheer lip gloss and simple eyeliner and mascara. The one thing that stood out, other than the tattoos visible on her thigh and her hands, was a golden eyebrow ring that glinted under the dim light of the hotel bedroom.

She was easily the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

And he had to stop himself from falling to his knees as he cleared his throat to talk. "Um, it's time to go."

The two of them were glad to have Tara as a buffer, because her "Alright, let's get going," while ushering them out the door made breathing a little easier.

So yes, Y/N certainly wasn't nervous about speaking in front of the crowd anymore. Rather, she was eager to see how focused Spencer would be during the presentation. It was hard enough for him to teach whenever she wore a particularly low-cut top in class—of course she noticed—so seeing her that closely, having her right there within his reach as they taught together, presented a jolt of excitement that gave her an extra boost of confidence.

Admittedly, though, the way she felt his eyes burn into her every cell made it extremely hard to concentrate on anything.

Nonetheless, Y/N, Spencer, and Tara eventually found themselves standing in front of maybe fifty people, students and administrators alike. Y/N swallowed hard, trying to push down any nerves that arose just then, but a soft hand at her lower back centered her.

"You're going to be great," Spencer whispered in her ear, his thumb gently stroking her back. She took a deep breath and nodded, feeling... thankful, in more ways than one.

The actual presentation itself was a breeze. With one encouraging nod from both Spencer and Tara, Y/N stood at one of the podiums and read off sections of her essay with clarity and confidence. Even though it was only a few paragraphs at a time, few and far in between when coupled with Spencer and Tara's detailed, more experienced presentations, Y/N was immensely proud of herself.

She felt like she belonged there. Not like in school, where everybody judged her because she was a loner. Here she didn't stand out, at least not in a jarring or negative way.

And Spencer could see all of it. As she stood there, speaking to the crowd, he took in her confidence, basking in it like it was the sun. Like she was the sun.

They took questions for a few minutes, and Y/N was obviously a little rattled, not expecting to get any questions of her own. But she answered each one with grace, practically beaming with pride and accomplishment.

***

Under the dim streetlights and with glittering snow behind her, she looked absolutely angelic.

Y/N and Spencer offered to wait outside while Tar talked with some of the administrators about coming back sometime in the Spring. But chances are, Y/N wouldn't be there, so Spencer wasn't even sure that he cared to come back. At least not right then, watching her pace around happily in the snow, her smile as wide and as radiant as he'd ever seen it.

"That was... I can't believe I did that!" She was in complete awe, and it reminded him of the day he hopped off her motorcycle and went on a similar tangent. The feeling of a rush, of pure, unadulterated joy... "I mean, I can because you believed in me, and I know it's probably kind of dumb to be this excited about a presentation, but like... I did it! I was..."

"You were a natural," Spencer mused, feeling his whole body warm at the sight of her smiling at him.

She stepped closer and closer, nodding. "I felt incredible."

"You are incredible..."

Once again they found themselves on the sidewalk, completely unbothered and so taken with each other it was hard to breathe.

And then she stepped forward and kissed him, much like he'd kissed her. Their lips melded like they'd never left in the first place, and that familiarity between them added fuel to an already significant flame.

Y/N threaded her fingers through his hair and reveled in his reciprocation as his tongue gently opened her mouth further. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her as tightly to him as he possibly could. And when she melted into him, giving herself over to him completely, he finally felt peace. Right then there was no worry, no awkwardness or burning tension that ate at him until he wasn't sure he could contain himself anymore... He simply just... was. He provided her with warmth and comfort, and in turn she provided him with a feeling of excitement... Of adventure and genuine fun and joy.

He never wanted to let her go.

While there wasn't a truck full of teenagers to break them out of their spell with whooping and hollering, there was a one Doctor Tara Lewis who cleared her throat.

"Sorry to interrupt," she said, highly amused. Meanwhile Spencer and Y/N split apart, refusing to look at her. "You ready to go?"

"Uh huh," Y/N said, at the same time Spencer said, "Yep."

Tara laughed, patting both of them on the shoulder as she walked in front of them.

Normally, they would have stayed apart from now on, but the only person they knew who could expose them was already there, and she clearly had no intentions of saying anything to hurt them.

So, Spencer reached out for Y/N's tattooed hand, and she took it gladly, staying close to him as they walked the two blocks to their hotel.

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