#i take things pretty idk the term i guess in stride

[phoenixyfriend]

Uhh for the prompt meme, 3 & 13 gives me Anakin and the Jedi Babies vibes, so Jango or Jaster & Anakin or Soka or Ben maybe?

390 Prompts!!!! 3. “Am I supposed to be scared of you?” 13. “BOOM! That oughta show you not to mess with me!”

IDK if I’ll get the actual line in but I’ve been meaning to write a bit about Jango and Sokanth, at minimum. Jango is just barely fifteen, Soka is two. She has very vague memories of her teen self.

EDIT: I GOT THE LINE IN

Objectively, Jango’s main connection to Anakin Skywalker should have been professional.

It wasn’t.

Jango hadn’t been one of the soldiers to bring in the little family. He’d heard about it after they’d already been taken to medical, arrived just in time to see them muttering about how fancy the prosthetic arm was as they removed it--frostbite risk, they said--and stripping the Jedi of his sodden robes. The man was only a few years older than Jango, and covered in battle scars. Attractive, maybe, but Jango wouldn’t be able to even think of that until he wasn’t staring at blue lips on a half-dead face.

“How did he know we were here?” he asks his father, stepping up beside the man at the overlarge window of the ‘secure’ medical room, and receiving half a glance in response.

“He didn’t,” Jaster says, looking supremely unhappy with the entire situation. “Had no idea who I was, when he saw me.”

“He talked to you?”

“For about five seconds before he passed out.” Jaster smiles, thin and grim. “We found an Ident card. It’s got a name, a few details that don’t make sense... we think it might have been prepared for a long-term mission in system with a non-standard calendar; the dates are in the future if we assume it’s Republic.”

“Weird,” Jango mutters. “He doesn’t look much like a Jedi.”

“Adi’ka, you’ve never met a Jedi,” Jaster scoffs, cuffing him on the shoulder.

“Jedi don’t wear black leather,” Jango argues, glancing at the nearest pile of cloth.

Jaster rolls his eyes. “He had four lightsabers on him, if that’s what you’re looking to ask.”

“Haran.” Jango whistles lowly, impressed despite himself. “What’d he need that many for?”

“The brown robes were too short for him,” Jaster says, voice not quite loud enough to carry. “And the other set were fit for a female youngling, even shorter.”

He hadn’t been alone.

And now he was.

“Bodies?” Jango asks.

“None dead,” Jaster says. “And the living are... far too young to match up.”

He gestures, and Jango belatedly sees the tiny, tiny things in cribs to the side.

Jango swears, quiet and angry. He’d heard there were children, but he hadn’t expected anyone quite that small.

Jaster takes the cursing in stride. “They’re estimating the human at six months. Togruta’s maybe two years. Jedi was damn near dead when they found him, but the kids seem fine. Medics are guessing it’s something to do with the Force, because neither of them were even that cold.”

“Any idea how he knows them?”

“Nothing yet, just that he cares about them like they’re his own,” Jaster says. “Scouting party claimed he said they were family. Even used Mando’a, called them aliit. We’re going to keep them together until we know more. No use accidentally enraging a Jedi by separating him from family, if that’s what they are. The Togruta seems to know him, at least.”

“I thought Jedi weren’t supposed to have families.”

“You also thought Jedi weren’t supposed to wear black leather.”

Jango huffs and turns away from his father, focusing in on how the medics are starting to pack in blankets on the man’s chest while they get to work on the thigh wound. It looks already cauterized, maybe a blaster, but that can still get infected damned easily. Jango’s seen it happen before.

“Can the togruta talk yet?”

“Only enough to ask for her... carer?” Jaster hazards. “She refers to him as ‘Skyguy’ and it’s been pretty much the only word she’s said that isn’t gibberish.”

Jango almost asks if they’re sure it’s not just Togruti.

Even as he watches the area below, the toddler starts crying. A few of the medics dart glances over, but they're busy with the adult. The crying starts increasing in pitch, heading to dangerous territory, and a number of people abruptly remember that a Togruta's cry is much more likely to destroy eardrums than a human child's.

Jango hesitates, but turns from his father and heads for the door. Nobody comments.

Jango slips into the room as quietly as a teenager in most of a beskar kit can, and goes over to the cribs that have been hastily set up. The human infant is quiet, blinking sleepily and furrowing their little brow, but the toddler has gotten to her feet, clinging to the bars and screaming her little head off. He stops in front of her and... tries to figure out what to do.

"Weks?"

He has no idea if that's a word. She's stopped screaming at least, is just rubbing her eyes free of tears and peering up at him. She hiccups.

"Hi," he says, unsure of what else to do.

"No weks," she seemingly decides, and her lip trembles. Kriff. "Obi-obi?"

"I don't know what you're saying," he tells her, but offers a hand that she immediately grabs for. "Do you know Basic?"

"Ya!" she cheers, and then starts trying to climb out of the crib. Jango panics and picks her up, because he's pretty sure this might be a Jedi baby, and if it's a Jedi baby, then what if she can float? He can't deal with an upset, floating baby. Better he just pick her up.

"Hi," he repeats, still unsure of what to do with this small child. She frowns at him, deep in thought, and pats at his face like she's trying to figure it out. "What are you--"

"Shi-ny," she suddenly insists. "Like Tup."

He has no idea what she's trying to say. "Sure."

She frowns harder at him, and then leans forward and drops her head against his beskar, seemingly unaware of how uncomfortable it's going to be. "Shiny. Weks 'n' Cody 'n' Echo 'n' vod."

"You don't even know my name," Jango says, panicking a little. "You can't call me vod."

"Shhhh now," she says, patting blindly at his mouth. He tries to crane his head away. He mostly fails. "Sleepy."

"Wh--okay," he decides. Sure. If it keeps her quiet, sure. He goes to sit down, and she immediately turns and tries to grab for her... fellow child? He has no idea what they are to each other.

"No!"

"Okay, okay, we can stay with the other baby!" Jango assures her, trying to bounce her up and down like he's seen new parents do, looking frantically for a chair to pull over. "I'm going to get a chair and we'll come right back, okay?"

She looks up at him, tears gathering. "Pwomise?"

"Uh, yeah, I promise."

He lets her bury her face back against his chest, and quickly grabs the nearest chair and drags it over to the cribs. He ignores the medics for the most part, just focuses on holding the toddler that he has, mostly against his own will, become temporarily responsible for. "Do you have a name?"

She just whines and cuddles closer. He sighs.

"Well, I'm Jango. So, you don't have to call me that other stuff." He moves a hand to pull her away from where she's about to topple off his lap. She grabs for it and pulls it to her face, apparently forgetting that she'd just declared herself sleepy. She examines the glove in fascination. "Please definitely don't call me vod. You have people here, and I just met you. Wait for your, uh, Skyguy? Wait for your Skyguy to wake up."

She bites his fingers. He pulls his hand away, swearing under his breath and panicking just a little. "Don't put that in your mouth, do you have any idea where my gloves have been?"

She bares her teeth at him and growls. Given that her teeth are barely more than nubs, this doesn't do much. "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"

"Ya!"

"I am not."

She pouts and whines and throws herself back against the beskar, causing a thunking noise as her montral hits the plate. She does not seem perturbed by the collision, just twists somehow closer and sticks her thumb in her mouth.

That is... also probably covered in germs. He looks over at the crib, spots a pacifier, and awkwardly leans to grab it without dropping the toddler in his lap or standing up and making it harder for her to start falling asleep again. There's a little togruta on it, which he figures means it's not going to be a choking hazard for non-human teeth. "Here, chew this instead."

She makes a curious noise and lifts her head. She wrinkles her nose at the pacifier, and then looks up at him. "Jan-Jan, no."

"Wh--you know what, no, you're a kid, I can't get angry at you for getting my name wrong," he sighs. "Take the pacifier, it's cleaner than your hand."

"No!"

"Please?" He tries.

She glares at him a little harder and then huffs. "Kay. Cuz shiny."

He still has no idea what that means, but if it gets her to fall asleep with this thing in her mouth instead of her dubiously-clean hand, he's fine with it.

(When he learns what shiny means, he will be much less fine with it.)

(It'll be far too late by that point, of course.)

#Ahsoka Tano #Jango Fett #Jaster Mereel #time travel #de aging #star wars #anakin and the jedi babies #Phoenix Answers Memes #Phoenix Posts #if you're wondering 'wait doesn't she NOT recognize him later?' #the answer is that she's literally a toddler and not great at memory

[michaelburnhamfanclub]

season three is where star trek discovery claims to have found its stride, and i must admit that with the season’s premiere, i was more than inclined to agree. however, now that s3 is complete and we’re able to take a holistic view of all of the resolved and unresolved arcs, i’m still pretty unsatisfied

with the s3 finale, it became clear that the season’s mission in terms of its protagonist was a concise one: to fully prepare michael burnham for the captain’s seat

i was thrilled when michael finally was promoted to captain, but it’s really worth examining the ways that the show went about its final preparations for such a promotion. there were a few major tenants to michael’s character arc across these thirteen episodes, and the following two themes are the ones i think are most worth unpacking in terms of what they do in service of michael’s promotion:

1. michael’s ongoing and complex relationship with isolation

2. michael’s inclination to subvert authority and protocol in service of what is right

i’ll try and unpack these a little bit below the cut

michael and isolation

ever since the very first episode of the very first season, michael burnham has been a character entrenched in her own isolation. in season one, michael found friendship and community on the discovery by forging bonds with sylvia tilly, ash tyler, and paul stamets and by redefining previously broken bonds with saru and the alternate philippa georgiou. one of the main reasons why s1 is kinda still my favorite season is this very aspect of it: michael’s success and the federation’s survival depended on the creation and strength of these bonds

season two continued michael’s experience of isolation by introducing her estranged and tortured relationship with spock. the major theme of michael’s character in this season was her instinct to “reach” for the people who always seemed furthest from her despite everything (i.e., she “reached” for her parents, spock, tilly, etc.). this was the final message she imparted to spock: the act of reaching for others will always be the most worthwhile thing, even if you are unable to ever touch them. michael was finally able to connect with spock only to be launched into the future

season three picks up on this theme in what i think is the most conceivably devastating way possible. michael is isolated for a whole year from the crew of the discovery, and when she returns into the fold, nobody reaches for her.

now, a huge part of why the first and third episodes hit me so hard is because i really thought they were going somewhere meaningful with this. she loses so much, and the gratitude directed towards her in the third episode is directly acknowledged as NOT ENOUGH. michael stands among her found family in the halls of the discovery, a family she has mourned for a year, and tilly says, “you let us go, didn’t you?” and there seems to be purpose to it

the first half of season three sees michael feeling lost, struggling to find a single reason why she should feel like she should belong with these people on this ship anymore. tilly and saru both clearly understand this, and instead of seeing any efforts on their part to welcome her back into their family, they further contribute to her feelings of isolation and make HER apologize for keeping THEM out of the loop (and yeah i understand that these apologies have to do with breaches in starfleet protocol but rn i’m only focusing on the interpersonal implications). the only meaningful connections that michael is able to maintain this season are with book and georgiou. and while i adore them both, georgiou leaves before the season ends and book is from the future and isn’t a discovery crew member, which makes it feel like when michael says she doesn’t think she belongs on the discovery, she’s RIGHT

this first half of development would’ve been all well and good if it had been carried out to its logical conclusion, which would have been the discovery crew fighting to make michael feel like she belongs, but that never happened. instead, we get unification iii, which is a great episode on its own, but it only resolves michael’s internal feelings regarding her place in starfleet, not the interpersonal tension that’s made her feel more isolated than she’s been since, like, maybe even early season one.

this is all to say that i don’t understand how this unfulfilled arc generates michael’s preparedness to stay on the discovery as captain, unless we’re going with the “the captain defines themself as separate from the crew because they’re the captain” narrative that star trek does admittedly love. i would be more into it if i was sure that discovery would actually explore that isolation with the care it deserves

it could be cool to potentially explore a discussion or resolution of this arc next season by bringing commander nhan back as michael’s first officer, another character who felt disconnected enough from the discovery’s crew to actually decide to leave, but idk i guess we’ll see

michael and authority

i’ve talked about how michael’s s1 character arc was a journey to learn how to subvert authority before. she starts the show as “the mutineer,” and this is a signifier we can’t forget

my roommate and i have also talked a lot about how the command structure of the discovery is so fucking weird, and i think a large part of it is because it naturally organizes itself around its heart, which is a position that michael instinctively and effortlessly occupies (though that is not to say that this effortlessness is not without its own suffering---michael being the heart of the discovery is what leads to the reinforcement of her martyr complex, though that’s not the focus of this post so i won’t dwell there)

season three’s essential question that it sets up with michael centers around doing the right thing her way or doing the right thing starfleet’s way. in her year alone, michael is finally able to define herself outside of starfleet, and she likes who she finds. this is one of the main reasons she struggles to reinsert herself into the crew of the discovery, this is the reason she rejects the idea of being the crew’s captain outright, and this is the reason saru gives for demoting her. this is the eventual reason that michael sends paul in an escape pod to the federation hq instead of immediately trying to jump for hugh, saru, and adira. this is the reason that she is eventually promoted to captain

tbh i would have had less issue with this storyline if not for a couple key details: (1) michael was punished for subverting starfleet protocol when other characters (like keyla or tilly) were encouraged or rewarded for it. (2) idk i feel like we’ve exceeded the bounds of the whole “needs of the many/needs of the few” ideological tenant, which was (i think) something that the ni’var president even SAID.

when it comes down to it, i just think that michael’s complicated relationship with subverting authority deserves a much more complicated storyline. i do think that this is something we’ll see more of in s4 because it’s always going to be one of the greatest tenants of her character, but that doesn’t change the fact that it seems to have fallen rather flat in s3 for me. i’d argue that this is because discovery doesn’t seem to want to commit to its serialized style as much anymore, but maybe that’s for another post lmao

i don’t think i’ve quite found a way to properly articulate it yet, but michael taking the captain’s seat was supposed to be the culmination of three seasons of buildup. however, the buildup that the show suggested in the s3 finale seemed to be based on things that michael had already earned by the s3 premiere. her relationship with authority this season felt. idk. maybe it’s because this was kinda the first time the show attempted to show michael as a subordinate on the discovery instead of as the heart of the discovery, but it felt like it just wasn’t the natural place to take that particular element of her characterization. i’m hoping that s4 will deliver on this front, but the main thing is that i don’t think s3 did

tl;dr s3 was not what i was hoping for in terms of furthering michael’s character, and now that she’s captain i would love for these two elements of her characterization to be explored to their full and complicated conclusions

#star trek discovery #michael burnham #god this is long #been trying to settle my thoughts for days and well here they are #as they exist today at least

[anemeraldknight]

About Duke Cadash, part 2

okay so I know that this is supposed to be like an ask thing from here! butI only have like 3 followers on here, I just finished my second playthrough of Inquisition and I really really wanna talk about my Inquisitor :’)) so we’re doing this

what is your inquisitor’s name & race? - Duke Cadash, surface dwarf

what is their sexual orientation? - bisexual <3

what do they look like? (add screenshots, drawings, descriptions!) - he's a freckly ginger and has bright blue eyes, a very well groomed beard (he at least tries to redo the braids every morning), undercut on on the left side of his head but otherwise longish hair, scarring underneath his right eye and between his brows; he's like muscular and thick at the same time, I don't know a good word for it? but yea :) he's prettyy

how did they feel about being called “the herald of andraste”? - he uses it to his advantage. he doesn't outright deny it to people he doesn't really trust, only those closest to him know his real stance on it. he just takes being called the Herald in stride, doesn't hate it but isn't the biggest fan either

what are their religious beliefs, if they have any? - believes in the Stone because his parents had been cast out from Orzammar and they passed on their beliefs to him as well. he's not super into it though, more like a casual believer.

what is their opinion on the mage/templar war? - supports the mages and even though he can get along with templars if necessary, he often calls them out for their prejudices and bullshit. he believes that the war was inevitable and kind of necessary as well because in his eyes big change usually comes by, sadly, using harsher tactics.

who is your inquisitor’s best friend? - he was suuper close with Blackwall in the beginning because their humor was pretty similar, he was one of the first people he recruited on his own, and they're both pretty close in terms of age as well. however, as Duke grew closer to Dorian, they became best friends instead (and then eventually lovers). I'd say his real best friend is either Cassandra or Solas? because even though he disagrees with both of them quite a lot, they still somehow manage to get on pretty well <33 and they both have been there from the very beginning of this entire journey!! so it makes sense :) also, Duke is suuuuuper loyal, so when he found out about Blackwall :)) he fucking flipped and completely shunned him and never again took him into his party.

who is their rival? - uhhh among the companions? I don't think he really has one...

who is their love interest, if they chose one? do you ship them with anyone else/non-romanceable options? - DORIAN!! <333

warrior, rogue, or mage? - rogue, archer

how do they feel about the dalish? - he feels for them and wants to support them and work together as much as possible. he can see that a lot of them seem arrogant and standoffish on the outside, but he gets why that is, so he just lets them be and tries to work with it.

how do they feel about the qun? - he does not like the qun, to him it seems like a cult. he can also see many similarities between it and the chantry so.

how do they feel about the chantry? - he doesn't like the chantry BUT he does not shun them out loud because he knows that having them support him makes him look good to those who believe in Andraste and such, but also he doesn't wanna take away hope from those who find it in him during such a difficult time (even though he doesn't believe he's chosen in any way)

which demon is most frightening to them? - definitely the nightmare. Duke doesn’t get rattled very easily but that whole thing managed to get underneath his skin. plus! he’s incredibly scared of spiders and the nightmare created to many of them to freak him out, so the entire fade thingy was very hard on my poor Master Cadash :((

did they choose the qun or the chargers in iron bull’s personal quest? why? - the chargers. he didn’t trust the whole thing from the beginning and basically went along with it because he wanted to support the Iron Bull and because he could feel that something fishy was going on. also, even before the whole thing Duke got along with Krem really well, because he has this habit of taking younger people under his wing (exhibit A: Cole) so that’s also what kinda happened with Krem. ALSO! another thing is that Duke id very much against sacrificing lives in order to get something, so even if he hadn’t cared about any of the chargers personally, it would’ve just went against everything he stood for.

when are they the happiest? - when he's exploring the wilderness with his party, probably picking elfroot or iron lol

how do they feel about the mark/the anchor? - it doesn’t really cause him very much pain so he sees it mostly as something  that’s just there and helps him deal with this whole mess.

upon first meeting cole, were they afraid of him? - not really? he could tell that he was different but Thedas is full of so much surreal and nonsensical shit that this kid who acts a bit outside of the established rules of the society didn't really faze him. when he first met Cole during the attack on Haven, his first reaction was that “why is this young kid out here??? get him to safety!!!!” but yknow in a way where he could still see that Cole was perfectly capable of pulling his own weight, Duke just worries.

did they use the templars or the mages to close the breach? - mages

what was their court approval like at the winter palace? did they have any fun at all? - the only things that Duke liked during the whole charade was seeing Josephine and Leliana enjoying the whole thing AND getting to dance with Dorian. he got 100 court approval but he hated that everybody kept shitting on him for being a dwarf etc. also dealing with Gaspard, Celene, and Breala was frecking frustrating.

someone is encroaching on their love interest. how do they respond? - idk how to answer this. he knows that Dorian can handle himself but if the situation requires his help then he will get supper angry and protective

what is their favourite weapon? - Duke’s Bayard!! :D this really great bow that he got made

are there any creatures in the wild that they refuse to/are reluctant to kill? why? - nugs because to him they look like a rabbit and an old wrinkly man merged into one. so yea, no. he also doesn’t like killing dragons. the only proper dragon he and his party ever killed was the big one in the hinterlands but Duke didn't feel right about it afterwards so he never went after another again

what is their opinion on blood magic? would they ever use it, if given the chance? - to him blood magic is just a type of magic really but I don't think he'd use it if he were able to

what is their favourite place within playable regions? - interestingly, the hinterlands. it's because he grew up in fereldan is used to that kind of nature

did they feel suspicious of dorian upon first meeting him, because of his tevinter heritage? - a bit, yes, but it quickly faded

as a whole, how do they feel about tevinter + the imperium? - he hates the whole slavery business that they've got going on over there but Dorian manages to convince him that the imperium could be changed so he has hope for it. he doesn't blindly hate every vint he meets.

did they encourage cullen to continue taking lyrium, or to stop? for what reasons? - to stop because even though he’s not very close to Cullen and he has his issues with him, he didn't want him to be dependent of lyrium in order to work to the best of his abilities. because Cullen is in charge of such a huge part of the Inquisition, he needs him to be dependable

does it bother them to sleep in tents when on the road with the inquisition? - nope! Duke loves tracking and yknow finding and looking for stuff out in the wilds so he’s used to that sort of thing since he grew up in a naturey place. he had to spend a lot of nights in similar situations while he was part of the Carta too

are they an optimist, a pessimist, or neutral? - i guess something between an optimist and a neutral? I guess you could call him an optimistic realist. he rarely veers towards pessimism

if varric wrote a book about your inquisitor, how would they feel about that? - he would actively encourage it because it would be fucking hilarious to read

do they get along with vivienne? - nope, he doesn’t even recruit her.

are they afraid of anything specifically? - spiders

what was their reaction to the destruction of haven?

how do they feel about “the game”? - a bunch of nugcrap

are they especially protective of certain inquisition members, even those capable of defending themselves? - even though he knows that all three of them can take care of themselves and he trusts them to do so, he still worries about them the most. Cole, Krem , and scout Harding.

do they like their skyhold pajamas? - he hates the pajamas. but the outfits that he usually wears look superrr fly so he doesn’t mind those one bit

are there any insults they find to be especially offensive? (i.e. “knife ear”/”rabbit” for elves, “oxmen” for qunari, ect.) - I am not sure what insults a dwarf would get in terms of specific words. the fact that people keep making comments about the Inquisitor surprisingly being a dwarf does annoy him though

if varric gave them a nickname, what would it be? - either cherry because of his red hair OR the Archduke :P

do they enjoy being the inquisitor? - yes!! at the beginning, he's more wary of it, which of course makes sense, but even then he's just ready to take on the role of the leader because no one else will do it and he does have the mark so it makes sense for him to do it. as time moves on he grows to really like it! he makes a great leader and he knows it.

#duke cadash #inquisitor cadash #personal #dragon age

[graveyard-tales]

Okay, supernatural (not the show) au!

Bolin is bitten by a werewolf as a kid. 

Mako and Bolin have been lucky that they’ve been placed in a foster home together but they’re both away of the very real possibility that they could be separated in the future. So they sneak, steal and hoard away what they can until they finally run away and try living on the edge of the city which borders the woods. Dun Dun Dun, they’re attacked and Bolin is bit. 

Panic - hospital - found - separated, but not too far. I don’t know who their separate foster (or perhaps adopted) families are but they don’t have the closest eye on Mako. He spends every moment he can with his brother, even sneaking into Bolin’s foster home to stay the night with him whether or not the adults want him to. 

Bolin knows he’s a werewolf, he doesn’t know how and Mako tries and tries to tell him otherwise but he just knows. And he panics when it’s close to the full moon until he can get Mako to promise to lock him up in the woods. Obviously Mako is like “what the fuck, no” but he ends up caving in just to help Bolin relax. Come full moon they sneak out and Mako “chains” him to a tree. (near where they were attacked, they’re young boys, they’re not the smartest)

In this au werewolves are not completely out of control and unaware so Bolin doesn't out right try to kill Mako. But he’s young so he’s wild and not in complete control either and both of them are scared. 

In comes grumpy old senior wolf, Toza! (He’s not the one who bit Bo.) Who basically like “fuck ... this is not my responsibility” but he can’t just turn a blind eye to poor little Bolin and his freaking out older brother either. Toza sort of takes Bolin under his wing and by extension Mako. So their eyes are open to the world of magic and monster. 

Realizing he is completely helpless in protecting his brother, pesters Toza to teach him all he can about magic. Toza not knowing a lick of magic sort of guides Mako in the right direction. And in that direction Mako find Zolt. 

Toza is like “what, no, fuck, not him” but Mako’s in it now and it’s not like Toza really has any other suggestion. (Zolt may or may not play a bigger part in the story because of this.)Mako is more or less self taught in magic. Zolt isn’t exaction going to hold his hand and he’s not going to be patient. He’s not teaching for free either, not sure what the price is but it’s probably not ethical. 

Fast forward, Mako has guardianship over Bolin they live in the shabby apartment that Toza live in. Mako mostly does maintenance and handy jobs while Bolin works with people like at a cafe or at a pet store. (Bolin is also 17 and his job options are limited.)((Also Toza is the school janitor, I thought about gym teacher but naw. Bolin is liked by others well enough but also known as the weird kid who spends his lunch with the janitor.))

Asami has a slight interest in the supernatural but she doesn’t actually believe in all that stuff. Her mother was killed in a burglary gone wrong and that’s all she knows. She sort of blocked out that magic fire killed her mother, and father never corrected her. He keeps his studies and hate of the occult close to his chest.)

Asami and Mako had a thing in this au and it wasn’t bad but Mako still has all his crap he needs to work through and doesn’t provide emotionally in a way that Asami craves and needs so they ended it. On much better, less awkward terms than in canon. (Not to mention Mako keeps his magic and more importantly Bolin’s secret close to his chest and has trust issues which is a problem for any relationship.)

They are since great friends and she’s the cheer captain of team “go to collage Mako we all know you want to”. Bolin is co captain. He keeps putting it off saying that he needs to take care of Bolin and that it’s too expensive. 

I can’t decide on Korra. What the Avatar with equate to in this world. Maybe Korra isn’t “special” in the world at all but in still born into it. She might be some sort of elemental (water of course), or a medium of some sorts to still associate her with spirits. I don’t have a reason why she moved to Republic City yet. 

Korra’s either in her last leg of high school or just graduated (depending on the time of yeah in the story I guess.) Korra and Mako sort of have this mutual “attraction” but it doesn’t actually go anywhere. They’re young and dumb af but have just enough sense to realize that arguing with each other 40 to 60% of the time isn’t a good basis for a relationship.

Bolin jokes about being a werewolf all the time. Like, every chance he gets even in subtle ways that people might not get. So Korra being born into that world realizes pretty quick that Bolin and Mako are playing on her side of the fence. Bolin and Korra are like ... lets tell Asami, it’s cool, she’s our friend. Mako is the only one who is like lets ... not???? ‘Cause you know, paranoid. 

To be fair Toza drilled into their heads about people who hate and hunt folk like them. Bolin took it in stride as he does and Mako locked it among his issues, as he does. Korra also had these lessons but she’s in her reckless “god can’t kill me” phase of her life. 

Not telling Asami does put them at odds with her a bit, she’s not an idiot and can tell that they’re keeping things from her. It’s not weird coming from Mako, she’s use to aversion to any sort of vulnerability but it starts to become so obvious when it comes to Korra and Bolin. Eventually she gives them no choice but to tell her. When Mako isn’t there of course, not that it matters because she runs to Mako immediately after because she can catch him off guard and he wouldn’t lie to her if she demands the truth.

Depending on what Korra ends up being, Mako is also the more equip to present small examples of magic at least.

Of course the moment she wraps her head around it, Asami is in it 110%. She is researching, asking them questions, trying to be the best supportive friend they have. As she does. It’s also when she realizes that some of the all collections of her fathers aren’t all just rare little pointless knick-knacks but she chalks it up to nothing. 

Idk much about the other characters. 

Opal frequents the cafe that Bolin works at. They’ve got a whole cute mushy thing going on. 

Mako is repressed bi disaster of course. Possibly aro, it depends on my mood.

Obviously Korra and Asami are crushing on each other in that “we just great friends, the best, like sister, just the closest ........... fuck” kind of way. Cause why not get some hopeless gay pining up in this bitch. (I sort of like Korra realizing she’s a lesbian. Like this story aside, she has a realization that her attraction to Mako was less “oh he’s hot” and more “oh he’s cool and I want to be his friend”. And the older she gets the more she really only has attraction to women and had thought she was bi but then later identified as lesbian.)

Maaaybe Amon and whoever the fuck his brother, what’s his face, are vampires???? Keep a semblance of the blood theme.

Maybe the Beifong’s are hunters? Like, not “rah, gotta kill everything that’s not human” kind of stupid but keep the people whacked up on supernatural juice in check and from killing a ton of people just because they can. Maybe not all of them, like perhaps Su is very pro monsters and their rights and thinks they should live and let live while Lin is still all about order and no one, human, monsters or otherwise should be above the regulations and laws. So Su start hanging around the monster and magic crowed, and the not the best kind, which put the sisters at odds in this story. 

I kept hoping that the more I typed, the more I’d figure things out ... But all this set up and I still can’t find me a plot. 

#Legend of Korra #Bolin #Mako #Korra #Asami Sato #Toza #others #MnM AU #idk I'm so tired #Idea Bank #maybe i'll think of more later #but like #i already love this idea #love me supernatural junk #especially if it involves werewolves #y'all know i love them #or should #i have tons of werewolf aus #feel free to talk to me about this au #or any of my ideas really #i love talking about them

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Elite S3 reactions (Episode by episode/overall thoughts +SPOILERSSSS)

So I know I post writing stuff but I have *EMOTIONS* about this show and no one to share them with so please ignore this post, if you don’t watch the show/don’t care. Includes spoilers so you’ve been warned.

Ok, I’m going to go episode by episode then do my overall feelings. I’d love to know anyone’s thoughts about the show so feel free to reblog! I just watched the show in 10 hours straight but alot goes on so I might not be able to remember every single conversation in a episode. Multiple characters have a lot going on at once. For reference, I don’t speak Spanish-I watch the show with English subtitles. 

-3x1: Carla

-Pretty solid start, we pick up a couple weeks after we left off. I felt so DUCKING bad for Carla the entire season and I understood why she lied in court about accusing Polo. Malick is introduced-am I the only who doesn’t like people who are persistent in asking other people out? Like my no is a no. Don’t annoy me, this is the kind shit people pull and pressure others into a relationship. It’s not endearing to me. So I automatically didn’t like him. 

-Lu gets kicked out but can someone tell me where she lives throughout the season? I figured she lived with her mom after her dad kicked her out but at the last episode, in the airport, she says both her parents have disowned her? Where has been living? Maybe she saved up money unlike Valerio idk. 

-3x2: Samuel and Guzman

-Samu is trying to get Carla back. I didn’t dislike them as a couple last season but I knew they were using each other, so I didn’t allow myself to get too close to them. But now I ship them. I wanted them together this season. Yeray is introduced-um, I still think he’s irrelevant. I did think for a moment that he was going to hold his money over Carla’s head so she’d stay with him but he didn’t even think for one second that was why Carla was trying to get with him (because her asshole dad pimped her out ugh) . He was only helpful when it came to the contract at the end.

-Deadass, I was going to exit out if Valerio had slept with Rebe’s mom. I thought that entire scene was pretty much sexual assault and it was creepy. He needs to go to rehab lmao.

-Polo trusting Guzman again was a dumb bitch move. So here’s how I feel about Polo. V unfortunately, I love him. He’s one of my fav characters. I know he’s a killer but Idk I think it’s the actor or something because he’s so pretty (the entire cast is beautiful) that I forgive everything he does?? Also I hated Marina by the end of S1 so he did me a favor. What I wanted from Polo was to embrace the fact that he was the villain. Like the times he threatened Lu by taking away the scholarship or (tried) to threaten Samu. Those scenes I was like hell fucking yes, no more wallowing. But noo this boy wanted forgiveness. Dude. You’re cute but you still killed someone, jesus. I would be so ashamed/guilty to be hanging out with the brother of the person I killed. He played himself there big time. The tweets were interesting way of revenge and ofc Caye used that to her advantage. She’s a leech but I thought she used the fact that she had the murder weapon (as leverage for Polo to stay with her) waaay more. 

3x3: Cayetana and Valerio

-Strange couple but eh, better than incest. So in this episode, Samu makes a deal with the worst detective ever (every season, she fails to solve a case lmao) and I don’t blame him. He’d do anything to get Nano back, it’s why he tried to get Polo arrested for an entire season. It’s shitty that he did that to Rebe but I understand why. Before this season, I thought Rebe was irrelevant because she wasn’t really fleshed out but after this season, I grew to like her a lot. It hurt watching her and Samu get close because everytime she said something like ‘you’re the only good thing in my life’ I was like girl, he’s the reason why you’ve lost everything ugh. It was uncomfy and sad to watch. 

-Ander and Omar. I liked them-didn’t like what Ander did last season but he did confess and was forgiven. So Omar’s whole cheating thing came out of left field and it wasn’t! Even! Properly! Confessed! to! Ander!!!! Oof. Ander SUFFERED this season. But I’m glad the writers chose cancer over HIV because there’s so much stigma attached to that disease and the LGBT community and I’m tired of that narrative. 

3x4: Lu

-I’ve always respected the hell out of Lu. Yes, she’s been a bitch for the past 2 seasons but she was always upfront about her actions. She didn’t like you, she let you know. This was her shining season and I loved her Valentine reversal. She looked hot, she really looked out for Nadia/Ander this episode (and the entire season). She could’ve revealed the cheating but she didn’t. I feel like S1 Lu would’ve so she’s come full circle. She said NO to Guzman which was everything. Oh speaking of which, I actually like Guzman. He’s really developed as a character in terms of temper. I like that he wanted to move on from hating Polo. But when he’s with Nadia, he irritates me. 

-I don’t have Muslim parents but I have Muslim cousins. My parents are immigrants. They’re not extreme like Nadia’s but like I feel Guzman goes out of his way to make Nadia’s home life worse. He’s knows her parents are conservative but he’s strides in the store and tells them about how their daughter can’t study. Should Nadia had said something? Yes but how could she? She has responsibilities to her parents. Her 2 other siblings have been kicked out. Nadia claims that her religion is important to her but Guzman repeatedly disrespects it. I couldn’t be with someone like that. It wasn’t cute that he offered to work so Nadia could study-which we saw him do ONCE. It’s overbearing. Also Nadia just forgives him so easily, it’s like dude, do you not care? So I like Guzman-he’s actually a good friend to Ander and formerly, Polo but my god, he’s so disrespectful when it comes to Nadia.

-Also I liked the threesome, not as good as Christian/Polo/Carla but not bad.

3x5: Ander

-Best episode this season, hands down. I loved the opening song and sequence. The scene where Polo’s parents catch him with Valerio and Caye really got my gears thinking-I was like if I were a parent (don’t want kids but ya know, if I did), how would I react to that? I’d like to think that I’d be very accepting of my kid (given they’re not hurting themselves or others) in terms of sexuality, religion, etc. But I was like hmmm, being polyamorous?? Not one I would be prepared for. But if the kid is happy, I guess. That was random but those were my thoughts. 

-Rebe finding out it was Samu who sold them out hurt like a bitch. BUT MY GOD THE BLACKLIGHT REVEAL!! Ugh the best. I had to pause, I was so shook. And Malick and Omar reveal to Nadia. Jesus. I loved her reaction but it was immediately undermined by the next episode when she forgives her brother. Like I get it, they’re siblings. But she should’ve held it against him longer. Omar got 0 consequences for cheating this season-not from Ander or Nadia. Tf.

3x6: Rebeca

-Carla is on drugs. Yikes. Again, her dad was pimping her all season so I get it girl. Also anyone else think the adults are stupid in the show?? All of their parents are business people but one bad financial move, they’re on their asses and almost bankrupt? Happened with Guzman’s dad and now Carla’s. Do they not invest in other things? Idk have a savings account?

-Also Samu and Guzman being friends. Top tier content. Chef’s kiss. Full circle and character development to the max. Ngl I felt a little bit of homoerotic tones there?? Just me?? I would ship them over any other couple if they got to together for just one night. 

-Nadia sharing the scholarship with Lu. Ugh. Everything. Loved that.

-Ander lying to Omar about having an affair. Ew. I know he was trying to push Omar away but like he was the one cheating? So either call him out on that or just break up with no reason. Don’t make yourself look bad dude. Ugh but the both of them sobbing at the end of their breakup...my heart shattered. That was GREAT acting. 

-Polo saving Carla. We all liked that. 

3x7: Nadia and Omar

-FUCK Ander’s mom for expelling them. I went to private school-there’s rules in place for parents who have money so they don’t manipulate the administration. Polo’s moms needed to let their son fight his own battles. Also Ander’s mom calling Guzman to come over to talk to Ander was really strange. She just expelled him. I know he’s Ander’s best friend but idk, she just expelled him. And they don’t even talk about it at Ander’s house. Again, this is the Guzman I like-the loyal/good friend. Loved the convo between him and Ander. 

-I liked Carla’s honesty to Yeryay and that they could possibly be friends. I always knew he idealized her for standing up for him on social media so I’m glad they acknowledged that. 

-Also Lu’s comment to Nadia that she looks like a pistachio was everything. And her ‘People are watching’ line in the previous episode is great too. 

-KEVIN FUCKING MCHALE made a cameo. Hell yes. And ofc, great speech by Nadia and Lu. Polito’s last conversations really did a lot for me to symphatize with his character (He didn’t have to do much because I still liked him despite his murdering). He got his moms to face the fact that they can’t throw money at every problem and that he is a killer. This scene and the beginning scenes of the next episode is what made me at peace with his character. I knew he was going to die but like this is what he needed for some sort of redemption. 

3x8: Polo

-Not the best ending for such a good season. But the first 15 minutes which are the convos and events that led up to Polo’s death was good. I never suspected Lu for a second, I really thought Valerio (Had some decent motive-more than Nadia, less obvious people like Samu and Guzman) had done it. But when I rewatched the trailer, you see that the writers told us it was her all along. Her line about the ELITE gang being family and that she’d protect them was a clue. She had the least interaction with Polo himself throughout the season so I never had time to even suspect her. Really brilliant. 

-Them touching the murder weapon is powerful. This was the only way to end things. I figured by episode 6ish that everyone was working together based on their answers in the flashforwards. And I half laughed because no sane police force would allow the witness/potential suspects to hang out together before interrogation. At least not without police watching them. 

-I do think it’s odd that Samu asked Rebe to ask her mom to get rid of Polo because he literally betrayed her and she talks to him (although mad) despite that. OKayyy. I really thought we were going to get the Samu and Carla get-together but guess not. I feel cheated by that because they clearly wanted each other all along. 

-The endings weren’t the best. I do appreciate that Omar made the right call in the end and I’m glad Ander is in remission. Oof my gripe though was with Nadia and Omar’s parents. So Lu goes to the airport and admits hey my parents disowned me and they’re like of course, we’ll be your family. AND I WAS LIKE ‘WHAT ABOUT OMAR??’ Y’all were so willing to kick him out and they never really made amends. So like I get that Omar’s dad is trying by acknowledge that Ander is Omar’s boyfriend but I mean during Omar’s mom’s dinner, he had no right asking him about his studies. He didn’t move out. Y’all kicked him out. How do you think he’s doing, trying to find a place to sleep? Jesus. Also the mom isn’t all good. Again, if I were a mom, I don’t understand how I could live without knowing if my kid is okay since they’re not living with me. My mom is a single mom-I know there’s no man in the world, not my dad, no one that she would chose me over. If my husband kicked my kids out, no questions, the husband is going to the curb or I’m going with my kids. Idgaf. The mom should’ve stood up. It just made me so angry that they were like poor Lu, no family but they mistreated their own child. 

OKAY so overall thoughts...I thought this was a really good season. I’d say 1st was the best, then this one, and then second (Ngl I don’t remember the 2nd one too much okay). I liked that it was more angsty and more character focused then the whodunnit? part that we’re used to. The entire cast has such strong acting and I’m going to miss whoever isn’t returning for S4. I’m going to miss Polo as well goddamn. 

Best moments of the season: Lu saying/doing ANYTHING-I have feelings, bitch. Her friendship with Nadia and other characters. Carla standing up to her pimp dad. Ander being in remission (his acting was great too). All of episode 5. Kevin McHale cameo. 

Worst moments: Polo asking Guzman if he would ever be forgiven?? And I know he did end up forgiving him but like bro, just because I don’t want to harbor hate for the rest of my life, doesn’t mean I forgive you for killing my sister whatttt. Omar never confessing to Ander about the cheating. Like no consequences and his character was just demolished this season. Still don’t know where Lu lived this entire season lmao. Anything Ander’s mom did to the students ugh.

Overall, I liked this season. It felt more mature for a high school TV show. I’m not super invested into any particular ship so I don’t feel cheated like most people. It takes me a while to get into ships but once I do, I get really invested. The only ship I was really disappointed in not seeing was Carmuel because Carla went through alot this season and Samu clearly wanted to be with her. And that’s all I had to say lmao.

#Elite #elite season 3 #elite netflix #elite s3 spoilers #not writing #alextriestowritestuff

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Gold has... a girlfriend?

No. No way.

[AO3]

Title's a P!atD song btw

“Hey, Gold,” Jefferson greeted as he answered the phone. His mood soured quickly. “What’d you mean can’t come over tonight? It’s Boy’s Night! You can’t just leave me with these guys; you’re the only one in town who has a decent taste in liquor!”

The guys in question turned to look at one another. 

“Wonder what’s up with him,” Leroy fished unabashedly. “He’s usually the first one here.”

“Well, I hope he’s alright, whatever he’s doing,” David remarked.

“Nah, he’s fine. Jeff’d be halfway to his place by now if he wasn’t.” Victor countered. 

“Hmm. Whatever. Pour me another one, sist-”

“What!?” they all jumped. “What do you mean you have a date? Since when have you been dating anyone? Do you even remember how to date? Why didn’t you tell me!? Wh-”

The other three leaned in, trying to decipher Gold’s staticky voice through Jefferson’s grumblings. Gold? Date? they mouthed to each other, unable to recall anything that hinted at that in the last few weeks.

“Yes, fine,” Jefferson said finally. “Fine. But you owe me a story, Gold.”

 .

“So,” Jefferson said as he dropped onto the cot in the backroom of Gold’s shop the next day. “Tell me everything.”

“Her name is Belle,” Gold smiled shyly. “She’s from Australia and she is absolutely wonderful.”

“That’s great! How many times have I said that you needed to get back out there? How did you two meet anyway? Was it on your last business trip?”

“Over the internet, actually.”

… Well, shit.

 .

“Him? Having a girlfriend? Yeah, right,” was the first thing the newly sworn Sheriff Swan heard when she walked into the morning rush in Granny’s Diner. 

She moved to the bar where most of the discussion seemed to be taking place. “What’s going on?”

“Gold,” Leroy said gleefully. I overheard Jefferson— y’know, that guy from up on the hill?— he was on the phone with Gold last night and guess what? The guy had a date!” 

“Really? Gold? A—” she trailed off as the man himself walked into the diner. 

They kept quiet as Gold waited for his drink, trying to sneak surreptitious glances when they thought he wasn’t looking and the din rose again as he walked out. 

“Maybe she’s one of those mail-order brides?”

“Maybe it’s a green card thing.”

“Wait, no one said his date was with a woman, did they?”

“Gold? Really? Well, I guess he does dress up really nicely. And the hair— it’s was too nice for a straight guy.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Doesn’t he have a kid in UF? No way he’s gay.”

“I never said he was gay. I just said that I don’t think he’s straight.”

“You know what? I bet it’s one of those escort services. I’ve heard they make ‘em pretty high end.” 

“Oh, I know! His name’s Gold, right? It’s probably just some gold-digging college dropout or something. Happens all the time.”

“Pfft. Yeah, Gold can be our version of that Playboy guy.”

 .

“Dad, you can’t just date some girl you’ve never even met.”

“How do you even know about that?”

“Jeff texted me.”

“Of course he did. Regardless, we’ve met, son. How do you think we got to talking?”

“I meant in person. Papa? Papa!”

 .

“Gold, have you heard of the term ‘catfishing’?”

“I have and I do appreciate your concern, Madame Mayor. Now if you’ll just get out of my way, please.”

 .

Gold left him without a proper drinking buddy. Again. Jefferson barged to the pawnshop to give Gold a proper Talk, but it was his assistant standing behind the counter.

“Good afternoon. I’m afraid you’ve just missed Mr. Gold. He’ll be gone for a while, I’m afraid.”

Oh no. “Did he say where he was going? It wasn’t Australia or something, was it?”

“No, I believe he mentioned a conference in Florida, though.”

“Oh. Good. That’s good.” It was good. The sooner this whole internet girlfriend thing was put to rest, the better. “Thanks, Dove.”

“Of course. Have a nice day, sir.”

 .

It was the middle of summer when Gold— tanned, jacket-and-tie-less, with the collar unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up— came back from his trip with a tall, scruffy man and a beautiful, petite brunette.

“Hey, Gold’s back. Wait, what happened to him? He’s practically naked! Ugh, I can't believe I just said that. I’ll have to go wash my mouth out now.”

“Never mind that. Who’s with him?”

“Isn’t that his kid? School’s over for him too, I guess. I wonder who she is, though. The kid’s girlfriend, maybe?”

“Yeah, maybe it’s a ‘meet-the-parent’ thing.”

“Ugh. Poor girl. Poor guy. Hope he doesn’t run her off o- actually, no. I kinda hope he does. That way she wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore.”

The younger two were talking animatedly as they entered the diner but petered off self-consciously when they realized that the patrons’ attention was trained on them. Gold shrugged it off and waved the other two into a booth in the corner, his son on one side and Gold and the woman on the other.

“Wait. No. No way.”

“Oh my god.”

“Holy shit.”

“D-did he just… do the yawn-and-stretch move?”

“Couldn’t have. He’s just, like, asserting his dominance, or something. He’s gotta be.”

“Oh. My. God.”

“No way she’s the kid’s girlfriend.”

“But then that’d mean…”

“Holy shit. That’s her.”

“No. I don’t believe it.”

“Ohmygod.”

 .

They waited until the woman went to the bathroom while Gold went to pay the check. 

“Screw this. I’m gonna go for it,” Ruby announced decisively. 

“Ruby, no.” 

“Don’t listen to her. Go for it, sister.”

Ruby stride toward the back purposefully and waited at the doorway, pretending to be startled as the door opened. 

“Hey! I’m Ruby. My granny runs the place. I haven’t seen you here before.”

“Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Belle. It’s my first time here, actually. I’m, um, new in town.”

“You’re… British?” Ruby hedged tentatively as they walked back out. 

“No,” Belle looked amused. She waved in Gold’s direction, apparently in the middle of arguing with Granny about something. “He is, though. I’m Australian.”

‘’Oh.” They stopped awkwardly as they reached the group eyeing the newcomer. 

“So,” Ruby began. “This is Belle.”

“Huh,” Emma said noncommittally. “So you’re dating Gold?”

Her smile faltered. “Pardon?” 

“It’s just that Gold mentioned that you were his girlfriend a few months ago,” Mary Margaret interjected kindly.

“Really?” Belle asked. “How odd.”

“Right?” Ruby interjected smugly. “That’s what I’ve been saying!”

“He proposed quite some time ago.” She turned to where Gold was still arguing with Granny, frowning. “Um, you haven’t changed your mind about getting married, have you?”

“Of course not, sweetheart. We agreed on an autumn wedding, remember?” Gold answered as he moved away from the older woman. 

“I know. I was just checking, darling.”

Emma turned to them, eyes wide. Oh my god, her eyes seemed to say. No way. 

“Now if you’ll excuse us, Belle and I are going to head to the shop. She works in art restoration, did you know?” Gold proclaimed proudly as they turned to walk away, waving to his son— enjoying his sundae while he was watching them make fools of themselves, apparently— as they passed. 

“Huh,” Emma repeated. They all watched as the pair strolled down the street, arms linked and snuggling despite the heat. She turned toward Ruby and Mary Margaret. “Do you think we’ll be invited to the wedding?”

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Note: I'm still, like, trying out diff writing styles and stuff, so idk if I like this or not lol. Sorry.

#rumbelle fic #rumbelle #oh look issa fic #i need a nap

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hey... ross comforting alba drabble :3c

[[Send me a fandom/ship/prompt and I’ll write a drabble for it!]]

I wrote this all in one sitting that usually doesn’t happen. The power of Albatross is just too strong for me to resist…

Apparently I’m just screwing myself over with my intended word count so I’m just. Yeah. WELL

Anyway for once I didn’t write a oneshot during Alba’s prison tutoring times, shockingly enough since that’s all I usually write for them lmao;; I took a few liberties with Alba’s research facility esp since Part 5 isn’t super clear about what he even does in there (or maybe I just missed it? Idk lol) BUT YEAH for the sake of this story. He’s still trying to get Elf and Alf back home :’)

THANKS SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS KIO I’VE MISSED WRITING THESE TWO IDIOTS

EDIT: This is up on Archive now too!!

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“What are you doing here.”

It’s more of a statement than a question, and if Ros didn’t know any better he’d immediately jump into teasing Alba for his haggard appearance—but that ends up being the exact reason he decides not to. The hero has circles under his eyes that say he’s been awake for days. Ros hasn’t seen him like this since he was studying magic in a prison with seals sticking to his forehead.

“I came to check up on you,” he decides on saying, and frowns. “Which apparently was a good idea in hindsight because, frankly, you look like shit.”

Alba at least is coherent enough to roll his eyes. “Wow, thanks. I’m feeling better already.”

And with that he turns around and stalks off, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his fancy looking lab coat. Ros follows him at a trot.

“When’s the last time you ate something, Hero?” He asks, matching Alba stride for stride. They round a corner and Ros tries not to let his gaze linger too long on what’s going on around him—Alba’s research facility is like a maze and he always tends to get lost within it if he’s not careful. (Usually when he shows up, he shouts and calls attention to himself until Alba appears to either kick him out or invite him in with a look of fond annoyance.)

Alba sighs. “Does it matter? I’m eating.”

Ros looks him over and narrows his eyes. Alba looks…skinny. Skinnier than usual. Not his regular slightly muscled self. And pale. Frighteningly pale.

“Not enough, apparently. Do I need to start camping out here and force you to eat on a schedule?” He jokes, hoping for some kind of positive reaction.

The brunette only snorts. “Please. I’m an adult. I can take care of myself.”

“Hero,” Ros says, his tone chiding.

Alba comes to a sudden halt, looking frustrated. Ros keeps his distance by a foot or two, wary.

“Look, just—“ And he scrubs his hand through his hair in frustration. “What do you want? To bother me? I don’t have time to entertain you today, Ros. I’m busy.”

Ros would have immediately punched him for his clipped tone and his blatant attempt at brushing him off if the use of his name didn’t make him pause. Nowadays Alba usually calls him Shion—as a way to show his affection, he supposes, because Ros doesn’t really let anyone else call him that besides Crea. It’s weird hearing Alba use his other name now, so used to hearing “Shion” in a tone full of friendliness. 

Looking over him again, Alba looks exhausted. And also wired, like he’s been only surviving on coffee and whatever mana he has left to keep himself going.

Ros huffs out a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. He knows what Alba’s doing, because he’s done it a million times himself. It’s pretty easy to get distracted by your goals and keep striving towards them without pausing to rest. But if Alba keeps going like this, he’s going to crash and burn eventually.

So, Ros leans over and kicks him in the shin. Hard.

Immediately, Alba leaps back, magic flaring around him. “Ow—what the fuck?!”

Huh. Alba has no filter when he’s running on maybe three hours of sleep. Ros decides to file that piece of information away for later.

“Come here,” Ros demands, grabbing his wrist. He drags him down the hall and straight to the lounge—the one place he knows how to get to in the building.

Luckily, the place is empty when they arrive. Ros gently tugs Alba over to the first couch he sees and forces him to sit on it.

Alba opens his mouth, either to protest or to complain, but Ros cuts him off.

“Listen to me. I know what you’re doing. You need to stop,” he states, looking down on the tired hero as he crosses his arms. “Elf and Alf aren’t going to suddenly up and disappear just because you’re taking a nap.”

“I know that!” Alba snaps, and then he visibly deflates, like he feels guilty for doing so. “I know that. I just…”

Ros nudges him over with his foot and then takes a seat next to him, reclining against the cushions.

“I just want to help them,” the brunette admits, softly. “I told them I would. And I feel like we’re so close to a breakthrough, to finding a way to get them home, but…”

“You’re rushing things,” Ros murmurs. He reaches up to gently tussle Alba’s hair, who releases a quiet, startled noise. “You’re cornering yourself, Hero. I know you’re dead set on fulfilling whatever promise you made to those two, but it’s not like you have an exact deadline. I’m pretty sure that if they were supposed to be erased from our timeline, they would’ve been already.”

Alba slumps, finally relaxing beneath his touch. Ros’ hand travels to stroke down his back in soothing circles.

“Getting no sleep and only eating when you need to isn’t healthy,” Ros admonishes. “And trust me, I’ve been there. You think I didn’t do everything in my power to fix what happened to Crea? I didn’t sleep for weeks.”

Alba peers up at him curiously, looking a bit more lively than he did before. “Really—? I mean—wait, no, that’s obvious, of course you didn’t. Your best friend had his body stolen right in front of you, of course you probably had trouble sleeping…”

Ros squeezes his hip and he squeaks, cheeks turning pink. The black-haired boy resists the urge to smile.

“I know you’re a masochist, but this might be taking things too far.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” Alba groans, throwing his head back.

Ros leans against his shoulder and grins like a cat. “You did? Wow. Must be our bond. You can read me so well, Hero.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” Alba whines, but it’s sort of ruined when he starts laughing halfway through his sentence.

Ros runs his hand across the boy’s lower back again and chuckles. They’re sitting close enough now that their knees are almost touching. Ros’ heart floods with warmth, and he smiles.

“Don’t worry about those two. They’ll be fine. If anyone can figure out how to send them back, you can. But you don’t need to make yourself sick doing it.”

Alba nods, slowly, and avoids his gaze. His eyes are fixed firmly on the carpet, and his hands are balled in his lap. He looks almost bashful, and a bit ashamed. Ros’ arm is curled all the way around him now, his hand rubbing circles into Alba’s hip.

“Are you gonna be a good boy now and get some rest? If not I’ll have to knock you out and make you sleep.”

“Please don’t,” is the response he gets.

“Good, because if that didn’t work, I was going to call Rchi,” Ros tells him, smirking when Alba looks at him in horror. Rchi is a menace when she knows her boys are being idiots.

He finally releases him, and Alba lies down on the couch begrudgingly. He’s pouting like a child, but at least he’s finally complying.

“Get some sleep, Hero. Or I’ll be really angry.”

“Fine,” Alba sighs, closing his eyes. “See, I’m doing it now, okay? You happy?”

“Quite, actually.”

There’s a long pause, and Ros almost thinks Alba has already drifted off (which would be impressive, considering his head just hit the pillow), but Alba speaks again.

“Hey, Shion…” He mumbles. Oh. He’s gone back to using “Shion”, then. Ros tries to pretend that he’s not happy about the prospect. “Will you…stay here? Don’t go home while I’m sleeping.”

Ros’ heart skips a beat. He’s glad Alba’s eyes are closed and that he can’t read his expression.

“What, you afraid the monsters under the bed will attack you while you’re dreaming and steal your ribs? That would be a tragedy. Ribman, losing his ribs,” he jokes weakly.

“‘M not Ribman and you know it,” Alba mumbles. “And no, I just…feel safer when you’re near me. Like I can sleep easier…”

Ros covers his burning face with a hand and looks away, swallowing thickly. Jesus. This kid really is trying to kill him, isn’t he?

It takes a long while, but Ros finally answers.

“…Yeah, I’ll stay. I won’t leave your side, Alba.”

All he hears is a soft snore, and when he finally has the courage to look over again, Alba is completely passed out.

Ros exhales heavily and rubs the back of his neck. Guess he should have expected as much.

His eyes dart around the room, making sure that nobody else is around, and then he moves to crouch over Alba’s slumbering form.

“Goodnight, my Hero,” he murmurs, leaning down to gently press his lips to Alba’s forehead.

And if he holds Alba’s hand the whole time as he guards the boy who saved the world, well, that’s his little secret.

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We love a soft Ros who’s still trying to come to terms with his feelings uwu

#Senyuu #Senyu #Albatross #RosAl #Alba Fruhling #Ros #Shion #戦勇。 #Shima writes #Fanfiction #Drabble requests #Drabble challenge #Long post #Friends #albaross

[sailor-cresselia]

Zi-O 38: The sun is a powerful thing

Here we go! Time to watch a show~!

Last time: Timeline snarls, the bad sort of Meteor, and worms. So many worms.

This time: … Hell bro’s if I know.

Spoilers for Zi-O 38 and Kabuto below the cut. Rest in piece, horizontal line - sections are divided by tildes now. ~

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When last we saw our hero, he was Rocket Drilling a meteor into non-existence. And then the bigger one showed up. On the plus side, at least Sougo knows that “OH GOD THIS CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO HIT THE EARTH.”

Also, apparently the Faiz Phone X works in space! Good to know!

~

Junichiro. That. Is not how you make emergency ration onigiri. You. You don’t need to include all the extras with them. Also, evacuate to where, exactly? It’s A METEOR.

Kudos for taking Woz’s comment about Sougo being in space in stride, though. (How much do you know, old man?!)

…Wait a minute. Does Junichiro not know Woz’s name? He didn’t use it when asking when Sougo was coming back.

Uncle, ffs. You’ve lost your name privileges again.

~

In the recap vault… Woz has what are presumably replicas of the three remaining watches – Drive, Kabuto, and Den-O.

(Why is Drive the last arc? Wouldn’t. Wouldn’t Den-O be more appropriate for the last Legend Rider? I mean, we’ve already gotten Yu Inaba back for the Brain special, so they could have filmed his section then, if he’s the guest appearance. But Den-O would just. Make more sense for the final watch, wouldn’t it?)

(wouldn’t it?)

~

We’ve got the Kabuto OP reference again! I really wish they had started using old musical cues sooner, as opposed to not doing so until Agito, because that would have helped make the earlier Legend arcs just a little better.

~

WOZ DID YOU DRAW THIS PLAN UP? This doodle is CUTE.

“Okay, so, you have a rocket, so get me into position, and I’ll use my Super Mode to blow up the asteroid.”

Sougo just. Goes with it. Doesn’t even ask if Woz’ll be okay. Can’t tell if that’s because he’s being dumb, if it’s because he’s preoccupied, or if it’s because he trusts that it’ll work out.

(Also, Woz having clearly made and eaten the ramen that the Hell brothers left behind with their ransom note is all sorts of hilarious.)

Sougo: “Wait, where’s Kagami?”

Woz: (shrug) “He might’ve been captured. Also, here’s this note we got from the edgelords.”

Note: (is a ransom letter)

Kagami: (IS VERY MUCH CAPTURED)

~

Geiz, no samehatting with the murdermen. Yaguruma’s “If it comes to it, I’ll be the one to take him down” is very different from your “If it comes to it, I’ll be the one to take him down.”

Also, good use of archival footage there.

Hey, does anyone know what Geiz’s ringtone is? It’s familiar, and I feel like it’s one of the belt jingles, but I can’t place it.

But anyway, Geiz hears that Kageyama’s done… something, and Yaguruma takes this opportunity to knock him down and zoom the heck out of there.

~

Cut to… oh. That’s. Fine. Kageyama has Arata chained to a post, with some suspicious piles of rocks placed nearby.

(That feel when Toei doesn’t quite hide the mortars for the explosions)

So… you guys are really just going to toss your space powers to the Worm, huh? That’s what we’re doin-

AHAHA YES

IT’S THE SUIKA SPRITE! I love that little guy’s machine gun. And then using the Search Hawk to cut the chains around Arata!

I like seeing the older gadgets and tech used again.

Also, RiderTime has decided that the jingle they’re going with for the Search Hawk is “This hawk can gawk,” which… Well, they’re not wrong!

Arata is loose, and goes straight into the cast-off version fo Gatack. Looks like he was going to go grab the watches using Clock Up, but Another Kabuto has other ideas.

He does not fair well at all, and is very quickly knocked out of this transformation.

~

At 9-to-5, we’ve got an after-fight debrief and patch-up session. Arata blames himself for not being good enough to stop the edgelord murdermen, but nobody else holds him to that.

I agree with Geiz, what are the Time Jackers thinking in contracting with this guy? I mean, not that Heure and Hora are usually thinking that far ahead in their choices, but I’d expect this one to be Swartz –

OH RIGHT. I just remembered that theory Miyuko and I came up with last week that the meteor – which is very, very red – is why 2068 is so messed up in the Oma Timeline. And since Swartz pretty clearly intends for Sougo to become Oma Zi-O…

Oh, and there’s a mention of Arata’s timeline and ‘our’ timeline getting ‘mixed up’, with a flashback to Tsukasa mentioning time and space getting distorted.

Keep in mind, Arata remembers Shibuya not exactly existing anymore, but it’s very much intact right now.

…Onore Time Travel.

~

AND IT TURNS OUT THAT HEURE IS JUST AS DISPLEASED WITH THE WHOLE METEOR THING AS THE GOOD GUYS!

“Making Hell on Earth is one thing, but we need to actually have an Earth, dude.”

Also, I love this? Heure pausing time in the rain – with a nice matching umbrella, too – is a good callback to not just the fact that TIME FREEZING IS OP, but also to Kabuto, what with the disrupting the raindrops as he moves. Which – oh man, it’s really cool to see that!

~

Heure is pissed to have to give the Fourze and Ginga watches back, but. Y’know. He’d rather not die to a giant meteor.

The thing is.

I don’t think that’s where Swartz is going with them.

~

Over to 2058, with Tsukuyomi and Tsukasa! Hooray! Lore time!

The very red 2058.

Seriously, that ‘worm meteor is what hecked up the lighting’ idea is looking more and more likely.

Looks like Tsukasa landed them outside where Tsukuyomi might have grown up. Aaaand has been cast as the chef.  

Tsukasa: “Eh. I’ve had weirder. I should tell you about the time I wound up being a salaryman the time I went to the world my husband came from. That sure was a day. And there was that time I was a head chef for BOARD. And the time I was a lawyer. And – okay, look, I have seen and done some things, kiddo.”

(My Decade watch is going well! The Kabuto arc was! Absolutely devastating! And so was Daiki’s!)

((I wonder what the odds are of the Den-O watch being as useless as the Den-O cards?))

So, once they reach the second story – a small girl in white starts questioning them.

A small girl in white, who looks an awful lot like Tsukuyomi.  

And is calling them ‘interveners’. I kind of think ‘meddler’ might be a better term here, but. Idk. She can tell they’ve traveled through time. And has an incredibly powerful Time Stop ability.

And calls a teenager in a black outfit her brother.  

An outfit that looks awfully familiar. Almost as if we’ve seen it before, in, say, 2009?

When they leave, and incidentally resume time, guess who’s coming up the stairs? Nah, not gonna make you guess, it’s our current Swartz. This is fine.

NOPE NEVER MIND THIS IS NOT FINE IN THE SLIGHTEST.

Swartz knocks Tsukasa into the yard – and that looked painful, Decade’s a veteran rider and he didn’t take that hit well – and…

Swartz… tosses the two stolen watches to Tsukuyomi, saying that without her power, they can’t stop the meteorite.

And that when hers and the god of times powers resonate, ‘a new era will arise’.  

RiderTime, I’m pretty sure he was just saying ‘king of time’, not ‘god’. But still. NOT GREAT STUFF GOING ON HERE.

Swartz what are you planning?

…

Well, at least he does not, in fact, want the meteorite to hit. Taking the watches to Tsukuyomi, as opposed to the boys, makes sure that they won’t try stopping it without her.

~

Tsukasa warps the two of them back to 2019, and OH RIGHT. They left WELL before the HUGE meteorite showed it’s ‘face’.

RUN TSUKUYOMI, RUN!

…

And. Oh.

HUH.

Tsukasa think’s he’s got what’s going on with her.

And Swartz isn’t quite certain that she’s his little sister.

Implying that his little sister disappeared, and he only suspects that she’s Tsukuyomi.

oh no.

~

And here we have Arata getting incredibly down on himself, for not having been Kabuto, for having never beaten Souji. Sougo, sweet boy that he is, asks him to protect people for him when he becomes King.

Of course, the intent was to reassure Arata, but, well. Even Souji never went the ‘king’ route, so laughter is what ensues.

~

Now, to a random rooftop, where Geiz and Woz are fighting against Another Kabuto and Punchhopper. …in their base forms.

Come on, guys. Really?

Well, at least the matched attacks knocked everyone out of their transformations, not just the good guys.

And here, some more exposition from Worm!Kageyama. Because he is a Worm, don’t forget that – and there’s a whole bunch more of them on the meteorite.

The others show up with the watches, and Sougo asks Arata if he can entrust the fight on the ground to him.

Arata: “Of course! My king!”

LIKE HE LITERALLY SAYS “OU-SAMA.”

THIS IS WHERE DEALING WITH SOUJI TENDO GETS YOU.

HE’S FINE WITH GOING WITH SOUGO’S ECCENTRICITIES.

Arata, no…

gasp.

GROUP TRANSFORMATION IS A GO!

And it’s not just a team transformation! It’s everyone, circling around the 6 combatants.

A call of ‘Henshin’ as we cycle by each in turn…

Arata starting his transformation, starting the Gatack Zecter.

Yaguruma starting his transformation, starting the Kickhopper Zecter.

Kageyama with the Punchhopper one.

Geiz going into Revive Fury.

Woz going into Ginga Finaly.

Sougo going into Fourze.

Then it keeps circling…

The Gatack armor forming, then Kickhopper, then Punchhopper. Geiz’s mask ‘label’ attaching itself. Woz. Zi-O Fourze.

Cast Off.

~

UCHUU IKUUUUU!

Ahahaha, Woz got in on the second half of that, too! Nice.

So, they’re in space now, right? And they have to drill into the meteor to get Woz in there, so he can destroy it.

So Sougo goes into Build armor.

Now, you might be thinking, “Mr. Mouri, but now he’s not in a space armor! Rider or not, that shouldn’t work!”

Except you’d be forgetting something.

We saw that Build – proper Build – can be used in Space.

Remember, Evolt warped him to another planet one time, proceeded to ‘absorb’ said planet, and Sento was breathing just fine in his armor.

So we’re actually still keeping true to the abilities of the Legend Rider’s technology.

Besides, he needs a drill.

~

YO, INSIDE THE METEOR, IS THAT THE KABUTO OP? OR AN INSERT FROM KABUTO?

I MEAN, IT’S GOTTA BE FROM KABUTO, RIGHT?

~

Okay, Rider Wiki says that Geiz’s ringtone is the standby music for Geiz Revive, but doesn’t say what the song used when Woz is switching into Sun Form is. It’s definitely not Next Level, though … did Woz just get an insert theme? Because it does sound a little like Keisuke Watanbe, now that I think about it.

~

Alright, alright, back to the episode.

FFS WE GET IT, KAGEYAMA. YOU’RE EDGY AND HATE YOURSELF.

“This is all I am...” Calm your studded tits, my dude. You got Rider Kicked once. It didn’t even knock you out of your normal transformation, you went into Another Kabuto on your own.

Oh-hohohoho niiiiiice.

Souji called himself the ‘man who walked the path of heaven’, and often, the heavens are represented by the sun.

The meteor moves past the sun, letting its rays shine down, as Arata proclaims that he’ll still fight, even though he’s just been kncked out of his transformation, and the Gatack Zecter has flown off to  where ever it is they go when they’re not in use.

A buzzing can be heard coming from the sky.

A mechanical red beetle zooms down out of the sun, flying around Arata’s head before landing in his hand.

The Kabuto Zecter.

He’s not being transformation-blocked by Souji anymore.

~

Geiz is still calling Kageyama out on his unwillingness to take Yaguruma down. The guy says ‘we will wander this earth together’… so Geiz takes matters into his own hands, and knocks Punchhopper out of his armor himself.

It takes a single Rider Kick from Arata – now finally allowed to be Kabuto – and the Another Kabuto Watch is destroyed.

~

Woz still hasn’t been able to burn through the meteor. It’s just TOO BIG. And they’re out of time.

Except that Time isn’t exactly a one way street in this season.

Time can be meddled with.

It can be stopped.

And Tsukuyomi’s already been shown to be able to stop just one thing… be it an Another Rider… or, potentially, a meteor.

With a gorgeous shower of lights, that’s exactly what she does.

And with the combination of her powers and the power of Zi-O Trinity, the meteor is shattered.

~

Yaguruma’s a mess. ‘Kageyama’ was never Kageyama, despite everyone using his name, and everyone was well aware of it. He doesn’t give Yaguruma the closure he wants.

“Please… call me aniki one more time…”

“I’m not Kageyama. I’m not your brother.”

And he goes out in green flames – having turned back to his true appearance. Having reverted to being a Worm.

…He sounded a little sad about not being Kageyama, actually, not just about his fellow Worms having all died. He sounded… resigned, almost.

Yaguruma wants them to laugh at him, for being so foolish to cling to the imitation of a dead man.

Geiz just apologizes.

He knows what it’s like to lose people. He knows that he can’t fulfill his promise of ‘if it comes down to it’, either.

This is not a person you want to be relating to, but… well, Geiz can’t really help it right now.

The Kabuto Zecter transforms into the Kabuto Ridewatch.

~

The triumphant instrumental version of Toki no Ouja plays as Arata entrusts Sougo with the ridewatch…

And as Geiz asks what Tsukuyomi and Tsukasa found out.

She doesn’t answer – says that they didn’t find anything.

That’s fair.

Of course, the music cuts out as we find out that Uncle got a little carried away with his onigiri. To the point of making 16 each.

Sir. Sir, please.

A train whistle sounds.

Sougo recognizes it.

Sounds like HeiGen Forever’s canon, after all.

~

The preview… has arrived!

As has Momo!Geiz!

Man, Momotaros doesn’t even have to change anything about Geiz’s appearance other than the hair, does he?

RYUUTAROS GET OUT OF UNCLE. YOU ARE A CHILD. HE IS AN OLD MAN.

…The Another Den-O suit is back.

Which, well, it makes sense – we usually need to have the Another Rider present to make the ridewatch, and we already knew that different people can be turned into pre-existing Another Riders. (Thanks, Another Zi-O. Whatever happened to that watch that refused to break?) But it’s still unsettling.

We’ve got both the Core Four Imajin and the Yuuto and Deneb team!

Nice.

They’re here to stop the Worst Future.

Sougo’s not letting someone stop something.

AND GRAND IS THE MOST GAUDY FUCKING THING. THAT WATCH IS APPALLING.

~

GRAND IS A MESS. MAYBE I’LL LIKE IT BETTER IN MOTION. MAYBE I WON’T.

(I probably won’t.)

#kamen rider zi o #sailorcressy says

[1800areyouslapping]

ShimadaPal x Shimadasis Yakuza AU

Gal pals here!

I have a bunch of ideas for you. But I guess I’ll start with Shimada!Pal because I kinda have a thing for our ahem gal pals.

Yakuza Route:

Sis!Shimada, a princess in the Yakuza world and treated as such. Loved by her brothers and father, her hand is the most sought after in all of Japan. So it’s not unusual during clan meetings that the clan’s leaders would bring their heirs with their attempts at wooing her. 

Most of the heirs who try to woo her are rough and tough men, but I’m sure they’d try to tone it down to not frighten her. She knows them but she’s not interested in them, the modest smile she wears is false and she feels her energy and enthusiasm drop whenever she smiles and talks with them. Clan meetings are very much a chore for her.

Around the age of 15, the meetings changed; a beautiful girl around her age represented her clan. ‘Poor girl’, her handmaiden told her. Her parents have passed (and maybe brother?), and with no other relatives, she had to take her father’s place as the head of the clan so it won’t fall into the wrong hands. 

CeCe’s note: I think it would also be interesting if not all of the suitors that come around “tone it down.” Maybe a few of the boys or men from the other yakuza clans just don’t have it in their personality to tone it down. Or they think, well, the cordial stuff isn’t working so maybe she wants an aggressive man. This could lead to a nice scene where yakuza!friend has to kind of come to defend sis!Shimada’s honor and that just leaves sis!Shimada like, damn. Could be an interesting way for yakuza!friend to impress her. 

It would be rough for her having to prove herself in a man’s world. But, she didn’t seem bothered. The girl is even referred to as the ‘warm-blooded yakuza’, considered an insulting title by yakuza, but she takes the title in stride. Yes, she is warm and has a sunny disposition, but should you cross her, she will cut you down with ease. But Sojiro knows that while she is young, she is resourceful and smart, and stronger than she appears, and allows her to reign her clan much to the lack of understanding of the other clans.

CeCe’s note: Like she’s “warm-blooded” but can be brought to a scalding boil really fast if you’re not careful, I like that! I personally go back and forth between the yakuza not wanting women in power or it just being a matter of who is born first, firstborns just have that right, regardless of gender. If firstborn dies or for whatever extreme reason aren’t seen as fit to rule it moves on to the next, but not a big deal if it’s a woman? If that makes any sense. But if yakuza!friend comes off as “soft” then I can see how ruling as a woman would be a problem for her.  

For the first time in many years, the princess is interested in the clan meeting– or rather, the girl’s that attending it. She tells herself it’s because she’s dressed differently; in a short kimono that shows off her legs and hints of tattoo (she wonders how far they go and what the rest look like. But that is simple curiosity, right?) And unlike the men around her who dress in drab colored suits, she wears a bright short colorful kimono and shows off her femininity without shame. 

CeCe’s note: I’d like it here is sis!Shimada is just trying to come to terms with the fact that she’s gay. She’s never quite understood why she’s never been interested in any of the male suitors, especially the ones that came off as genuine to her, cute some even handsome but she was still never interested. All the sudden yakuza!friend shows up and she like @_@

“Please papa. Don’t let them hurt her.” Sis!Shimada tells her dad.  Some of the men around her try to intimidate the girl, but she easily handles them with a grace that the princess admires. The hostility towards her increases when the princess becomes friends with the girl. The men say that the girl is distracting the princess’ from her priorities (like talking to their sons.)

At one point, the heirs show off to the princess. I’m unsure how Yakuza do it, but I was thinking they’d show off with archery or something (I got inspired by Brave lol) Oh and some of the hot guys take their shirt off maybe, but it’s not like the princess cares because she’s too busy watching her new….friend. Like, admiring how the wind plays with her hair, how the sunshine makes her look prettier. You know, straight things. AND, at one point the girl turns to look at the princess and gives this smirk, which makes her heart skip a beat, before the girl hit the bull’s eye. Nice. 

CeCe’s note: I think it would be amazing to have all the different suitors like fight eachother in the dojo, show off their archery skills, they probably would buy sis!Shimada all these nice things too. Duals in the dojo are not supposed to be to the death even though sometimes the men take it a little too far, resulting in either in wounds or near deaths. This could also be some drama maybe one of those near death duels involves the yakuza!friend. She makes it out alive and it’s not like the other guy didn’t come out worse for wear but it was close. This could lead to a nice tender, private moment between yakuza!friend and sis!Shimada. Some *ah-hem* personal care. 

Since that day the girl and the Shimada princess grow closer, the girl’s even invited to their manor for dinner or sleep-overs. The princess can visit the girl, but she cannot stay the night and unsurprisingly she’s guarded. 

Things get heated one night during a sleep over, and the princess finally gets to see how far those tattoos go. ;)

CeCe’s note: It’d like it if sis!shimada get to see these tattoos in a very steamy scene where they go to the onsen together and they both get to see each other in all their glory, and both have to try and not gawk at each other. One thing leads to another as they’re inching closer and closer ‘til one’s in the other’s lap. 

I was thinking at one point, someone takes a photo of Sis!Shimada and the ‘friend’ kissing, and sends the picture to Sojiro. He’d be furious and calls the friend in… I was thinking it’s an angry suitor who gets the friend in trouble. Like, ‘she’s corrupted your daughter!’

And I’m leaving the ending up to you. I have a feeling it won’t be a happy one :(

Gal Pals here: I feel a bit bad cause I didn’t think of these in my submission to you. Here’s a small extension I managed to think up for the Yakuza AU. Sleepover edition. So, for the sleepovers, the sis is always guarded and our pal sleeps in her own room. Cause she’s yakuza, just in case she tries anything. But she does!

GP: When the sis and pal are secretly dating. I was thinking the pal sneaks past guards to spend some quality alone time with sis. Whenever they have sex it’s rushed and hushed and desperate, those moments sparse and cherished. At the end though, the pal always makes sure the sis is okay. Giving her kisses on her face, her hands. The sis whines for her to stay and is sad she always has to go.

GP: I was thinking maybe it’s one of the brothers who catch the pal sneaking and about to enter the sis’ room that she gets in trouble. I imagine Sojiro would feel slapped in the face because he allows this girl to rule her own clan, and here she is sleeping with his daughter. I don’t think even a finger would suffice.

CeCe’s note: Idk, my friend I go back and forth between Sojiro in this AU in particular not really giving a shit or really giving a shit. Hanzo will get married and produce an heir, here sis!Shimada having a baby isn’t totally paramount. Not that she can’t have one with yakuza!friend anyway. He’d make it known that he knows what the fuck is up, chastise for going behind his back, because not much is getting past him. I’d like it if the person who “caught” them gets to Sojiro and Sojiro is offended at them because he already knows. Do they really, truly think he doesn’t fucking know? Stop wasting his time, and stop creeping on his daughter. How’d they get that picture? What were they doing there in the first place? Depending on whether or not it was one of his sons who came to him with it or some random suitor the punishment would vary. 

But if Papa Sojiro is really feeling betrayed by yukuza!friend sleeping with his daughter behind his back then well, either she needs to get the fuck outa doge or go down the clean sweep of her clan. Idk if people get what I mean when I say that so, basically think *pretty lady ovw announcer voice* “Team Kill” but of an entire clan. 

Also, this is inspiration for what the friend wears. Not everything, but I really like this shorter kimono look (do you happen to know what this type of kimono is called? The short kimonos I could find on google are unfortunately cheap Halloweeney costumes. Ew)

CeCe’s note: I like the short kimono idea! That’s super cute, I did some research and I don’t think there is a technical term for it, not that I could find at least, I think “short kimono” is the best thing to call it. I also found some more examples that I thought weren’t too costumey and are pretty one of them is just something I stumbled upon and felt like sharing cause I thought it was stunning lol 

CeCe’s images: 

Gal pals anon’s image down below:

#sis!Shimada #gal pals anon #yakuza!friend #musings #angst #submission

[paraclete0407]

I used to post here under SN’s that referred to K-pop ‘uncle’ fans before I realized it’s not really a funny joke; I had actually joined Tumblr in part at least because I had been ‘training’ or studying to become a high school teacher and wanted to see what today’s teens were up to.  

I later got really in to K-pop particularly Girls Generation and even contemplated rekindling my Media Studies interests with a view to describing the ways in which GG were trying to change culture or open people’s eyes to beauty, perhaps ‘moral beauty,’ or ‘naive and sentimental love.’  

I associated GG with a Victorian cult of ‘moral beauty’ from people such as Oscar Wilde, Walter Pater, and above all John Ruskin (’Sesame and Lilies’; ‘Unto this Last’), who believed that somehow ‘tiny, pretty’ things could help redeem the human race.  Girls Generation were ‘sex-positive, love-positive.’  

Later on the so-called 3rd generation girl-groups got really out of hand in my opinion.  My favorite group, Oh My Girl, were interdicted at an airport for supposed or real underage sex-trafficking which isn’t really funny and might not be fake news either.  

I later gravitated toward Gfriend, in part because SinB / Hwang Eunbi and Sowon / Kim Sojung were Roman Catholic, and in part because I thought they more than GG or OMG were ‘measured, circumspect,’ and ‘as honest as one possibly can be without saying too much’ when it comes to the possibilities of romantic or affectionate ‘amor’ love and what young couples can expect to face when they set out to tread ‘the fragrant path, the virgin road, the bridal way.’  

My favorite GG song - the only one I really listen to or think about much anymore - is ‘Complete.’  ‘In a beautiful season, sunshine flashing on the eyelashes...’  I loved how Lee Sooman or whoever produced ‘Complete’ didn’t over-blend the girls’ voices but made it like a children’s song in which the individuality of the singer wasn’t subsumed in some corporate whole or monolithic aggregate ‘message’ (rather, desire to convey or force upon the listener a single aesthetic effect).

My favorite Gfriend song was ‘Sunshine,’ although mostly I listened to a reminiscent fan-music version called ‘Sunshine Nature Version,’ which was a ‘strident’ (the word people mis-use when they mean ‘striding, propulsive’) piano-cover with a video that featured Gfriend’s trip to Slovenia.

IDK if it matters at this late point in the history of K-pop’s 3-gen and the Delta variant of Covid-19 which could burn through much of the Western World or at least Anglo America, but my actual favorite Gfriend member was Yerin, Ms. Jung Yerin, partly b/c she looks like my former student from Korea and was born in the same year; 1996.

I had very high hopes / ambitions for this student, who from the beginning I considered ‘suasive, gentlewomanly, possessing savoir-faire.’  She said that she wanted to be a type of service-worker but I thought she could make it as a diplomat or something in politics.  She put me in mind of Colossians 4:6, ‘Let your speech be always savory, seasoned with salt, so that you may have an answer for everyone you meet.’  She had the gift of speaking directly to you as if she knew who you were, understanding her audience you could say.  Though she came from a poor and - quite literally - disenfranchised area of the RoK, with left behind people, where they said the best kids around couldn’t compete with the worst from Seoul, I still thought that she was under-selling herself.  IDK why in retrospect I assumed that a young woman’s not wanting a high-powered career automatically constituted under-selling oneself, particularly when I myself gave up on law school &c. a long time ago and didn’t feel that bad about it; or at least, nary worse about that than about the human race in general and how business is done in this day and age.  (I realize that is moral relativism.)

I had sex-problems before going to Korea and I had them after.  Tumblr made them worse in some ways and K-pop.  Moreover, ‘sweet love and sex’ are not going to save everyone.  There are all kinds of terrifying evil things in the world today.  I read that during the initial stage of the coronavirus pandemic in Wuhan a lot of Chinese were ‘looking at porn’ / viewing pornography.  Maybe many kids in America were as well and perhaps it has accelerated the brain-damage and brutalization of character / taste that are wrought by everything that pornography tells the brain and soul about sex, about women, and particularly about young women.  

I honestly think pornography will be banned in the near future.  I used to joke, ‘Some people are libertarians, socialists, some believe in helping the poor and weak and others believe in laissze-faire sink-or-swim it’s-all-your-fault neoliberal capitalism’ - and reply, ‘I’m a paternalistic theocrat.’  I don’t think I was really joking either.  

Anyway, Tumblr appears to be a good venue for young people to communicate with one another but it also leads to indulgent fantasies of revenge (’let’s hang / guillotine all business-majors), with attendant destructive ideologies.  There is also a huge amount of sexual content that might seem funny or ironic to Millennials like me and what we sometimes used to call ‘Zoomers’ / Gen Z).  However, this pornography involves real human beings and in more extreme cases abets actual child-rape and child-sex-trafficking while brutalizing people’s sexual tastes worldwide.

Today I think there are bigger things to worry about than what author Yiyun Li calls ‘bedroom business’ such as war, the current pestilence which continues to mutate and kill in unexpected ways and places, along with flawed vaccines that can also kill, probable famine in some areas and a huge backsliding into poverty for IIRC something like 100 million children worldwide; which can further expose them to lost educational opportunity, hunger, disease, and again, rape and sex-trafficking.  Americans moreover, I think (or rather US and Canadian citizens), consider much of the rest of this world and many of these souls or ‘particular individuals’ to be more or less empty vessels; statistics; or else totally unreal.  My own mom keeps telling me that basically I was never in Korea, that Korean isn’t a language but only a set of symbols, and that Koreans don’t exist or if they do I never saw one.  I recently started to feel as if I want to leave America for good but I have spent a lot of my money on books and I am not sure where I would go.

At any rate, if anyone picks this up, at least take cognizance of the fact what people post on Tumblr and AsianFanfics isn’t good advice but more like ‘object-lessons’ or portraits of the ‘beautiful and damned.’  I don’t think stuff like this makes people happy.  

I assured somebody a while back I would quit listening to K-pop and did so except for Taeyeon.  The last groups I followed were IZ*ONE and Dreamcatcher, and I went to the DC concert in 2019 in Chicago.  Everyone says that DC’s leader is more beautiful IRL than in pictures but at 25 she already looked deepy furrowed with concern and it was clear that her inner beauty had outstripped the face that she could make to meet the faces she was meeting.  She didn’t have a personality or manner or form that could be easily put in to a single frontal category or sense; I think F. Scott Fitzgerald might call her a ‘personage not personality’ - though, I am against summing up women, as if we could box up a person like that.

People today appear still to be reeling from ‘Trumpism’ in terms of this obsession with image or frontal ‘imago’ and the obsession with making ‘be be the end of seem’ or demanding that everyone look the part tout court.  Donald Trump for instance distrusted his highly talented National Security Adviser (Lt. Gen.) H.R. McMaster due to the latter’s intellectual appearance, and in spite of the fact that while Trump was on the phone in Manhattan McMaster was commanding an M1A1 main battle-tank in Operation Desert Storm and winning a Silver Star.  McMaster also nowadays has been working with an organization I highly respect, North Korea News, where they try to learn and spread the truth about people I consider some of the most Cross-bearing in the world and also important to humanity’s future in spiritual terms as well w/r/t authentic and useful understanding of human / world / US history since about 1866.

I am also concerned RN that many people are trying to ‘teach themselves’ more about the gross and scope of all human history and particularly in terms of Anglo-American policy in the Indo-Pacific since the Battle of Singapore or so, the consequences of Japanese imperialism and whether or to what extent the Empire of Japan was the ‘fault’ of Commodore Perry, as if America’s excessive affection for or faith in the value of commerce caused Japanese to commit mass-rape and conduct biological warfare in China, when they ought to be loving their neighbors today and making critical investments in their children, as well as securing the innocent against blowback from mistakes from the past that no one can totally fix but for which there are numerous self-appointed revengers and punishers in the world right now.

I often in the past few years thought of a Christian AsianFanfics author - my favorite fanfiction artist - SummerChild, of ‘Saving Suzy’ about an alienated writer and a former sex slave at the apparent end of the world; and wondered whether I ought also to plant some kind of ‘good’ fanfic in a poisoned soil like AFF or else totally take leave of and separate myself from that platform.  I think in retrospect that separation from evil is important, though making people aware of their evil and that evil is evil is also important; and that separating oneself from the evil is ultimately the loving thing to do for evil people and evildoers as well, AFAIK.  I guess for the Christian that means leaving your bad family though in ultimate terms this separation also means dividing God’s holiness and His holy or sanctified chosen ones away from the damned and reprobate in Hell.

IDK if anyone will pick this up but starting in 2016 I started to see visions of (Pope, St.) John Paul II; and recently, finally began to read his encyclical ‘Human Life’ (Humana Vitae), which apparently predicted a lot that is happening in the world today, such as abortion, euthanasia, or the commercialization of the human body such as through organ-harvesting and rape-for-sale in Xinjiang.  Today many people are waging private and/or public wars in America at least and appear to feel anything goes; they’ll apologize for anything and everything and refuse to draw a line and they will compliment themselves for being understanding.  They also appear to think that erasing a line is humanistic, life-affirming etc. without grasping that they erase human lives when they erase certain lines.

I honestly don’t even know how long I will live though I am ‘only’ 36.  I am concerned that Covid-19 and the broader Judgment of which it was coefficient or an instrument is going to get worse for North America than it has been so far though many people want to celebrate and celebrate.  They’re preparing to resume life but I am frankly really concerned about the nearness of death, spiritual and physical.  I wish I could warn someone, tell someone.  I am trying to hold on to life and a ‘culture of life’ though I came to this late; and I also rebelled and raged against some of my best ‘teachers’ due to their attitudes towards East Asia, which I felt were either dismissive of the value of lives or else touristic.  If I live through ‘Delta summer’ I am wishing to move to Vietnam, Korea, anywhere, Latin America, Somalia, where there is a very high birthrate and therefore a lot of potential human value, not to say grounds for miracles.  But I’m sincerely concerned the American Midwest, erstwhile impregnable or unreachable by most weapons of war, and relatively untouched by plagues within living memory, is less prepared for what is or could be coming than they want to believe; and that neither their individual or family institutions nor their social / governmental institutions are prepared nor honestly want to be, which strikes me as insane because it’s pointless to let bad things happen either macro such as to cities or micro such as to tomorrow’s children, when measures could be taken to protect the undefended and provide for the sick and poor now and to train kids in the right way so they stand at least a chance.  People are really waiting for what Confucius called ‘signs and wonders.’  I wish I could warn them not to let everything happen because everything has meaning - a famous quasi-Christian author wrote a book called ‘Everything is Spiritual’ although by this reasoning Hell is also extremely spiritual or at least meaningful - but not everything is good or expedient to say least.  So many people are also obsessed or fascinated with the CCP or the seemingly infinite spiral of Chinese history and others are still debating Hitler and Stalin as if understanding such matters were intrinsically valuable; to which one could reply, ‘Whose value and for whom?’  It reminds me of a debate I had decades ago with somebody who I think sense then lost their moral compass to an extent but who then rightly reproached me for seeking theological or jurisprudential arguments for forgiving the most clearly demonic individuals and actions, and neglecting those who clearly deserve a little more bread, a little more attention and graciousness, better teachers, better places to sleep, desks to study at, quiet homes, reasonable adults - good police also - and stand to benefit far more from what one poet called ‘the sweet and obvious side of the light’ than from these extreme theological / eschatological exercises.  In any event lately I was trying to support and promote various authors, political leaders, old friends and others I had some confidence in but I found that nearly one and all were more interested in either a) dissecting me or b) fighting ‘duels’ with either me or one another over questions like ‘How much napalm was dropped on North Korea’ as if knowing the exact quantity would give them the ‘critical mass’ of factors for their ‘decision point’ on whether they should care.  IDK, how much phosphorous and napalm burning you would make you care?  They clearly never read ‘Fire Road.’  These people are all invested in their own careers and constituencies and ‘sunk costs’ as well as conscious or unconscious assumptions about either their national identity and ‘national character’ or what used to be called sth like ‘the peculiar genius of the _ people.’  They wanna fly the same flags as ever.  I was listening to ‘Grace to You’ with the incomprehensibly erudite Pastor-Teacher John MacArthur who was teaching today that Rome was / is the final empire, before and after what is called the ‘Church Period.’  Whether it’s the European Union or some other consortium or confederacy it never really went away.  The Roman Empire has presided nevertheless over hugely nauseating and at least somewhat avoidable or fungible atrocities and it makes me sad to see so many just reading the papers or going out.  I wish I had more money, resources, connections, a platform.  I guess everyone wants more.  Night is falling over Milwaukee, it seems to me, and many people think this is a story - they think it’ll be fun / interesting / a learning experience.  What more is there is to learn?  Beginnings, endings.  I find that someone wants me to deal in ‘apologetics’ and others want me to tell them exactly what will happen in the future, though I think that a) I’m not that important and b) I really don’t know if what I see is either true or ‘evitable.’  I only recently gained something like a loving heart toward even the people I most believed in and admired in the past, who loved me, and taught me about love, and to love.  I read St. Augustine for years and thought of him when I was in KR and over the years also came to theorize reading and interpretation / hermeneutics in a pretty sophisticated way of which I am dangerously proud.  I avoided personal responsibility over the years and right now am concerned for both my own life and the lives and souls many in the city I live in, people from the past and even people I have never met.  I sincerely think that there could be a major terrorist attack in Milwaukee or a flare-up of the Delta and/or other Covid variants whereas people want to ram everything through the way it is including their children in the name of some vain defiance of reality.  Parading around.  Driving 80-90 on I-95.  I did that back in 2016, driving with headlights on all day.  Instead of this parade or death-life-race or whatever corporatist fantasy it is they should stop trying to do everything at once and think of their souls, think of their kids, think of not telling lies or equivocations about abortion or homosexuality or whether a good marriage is a good marriage or whether it’s better to tell the truth or tell lies.  Delta Covid, private arsenals of automatic weapons, Russian suitcase-nukes smuggled by North Korea’s Bureau 39 on the behalf of ISIS or Syria or God knows who.  But the person I believe in maybe more than anyone else in the world, my ‘sister’ of nationality I shouldn’t say but fellow believer, told me in no uncertain terms to be concerned about (thermo)nuclear terrorism.  

4 million people died so far from coronavirus and people have been talking since 9.11.2001 about how ‘the real world’ was finally coming to America but 9.11, Katrina, et cetera are not really comparable in scale to what ‘the real world’ has been to Russia, Korea, Europe, et al.  

I lit a candle in my room.  

[tustinjomimori]

Chapter 5- I promise you smooch in the next one

Boku no Hero Academia

Aizawa Shouta/Reader

T+

So I did end up writing the teacher’s real names instead of their hero names in situations where they aren’t doing their hero thing so for reference (I had to look these up so idk if it’s common knowledge) Nemuri is Midnight, Yamada is Mic (but you probably already figured that one out), Ishiyama is Cementoss, Maishimia is Power Loader, and Inui is Hound Dog.

Also this chapter is probably super OOC I just wanted an excuse to write Aizawa falling asleep on reader’s couch.

Switching to a dorming situation takes a lot out of you. Not only do you have to make visits to each of your students homes to get permission from their guardians to house their kids on school grounds, you yourself have to move from your apartment into the faculty dorms. These dorms are much more spacious than the student dorms, and they feel like a real apartment complex. You’re on the first floor of the singles building (Those of your coworkers with spouses and children live in a different building), close to the entrance. You have a small patio, a rather large kitchen, living room, bathroom, and bedroom. For the first time in your life, your bedroom is spacious enough to set up a queen sized bed, the only perk of having to move so suddenly.

Your biggest worry is whether your students will be allowed to move on campus, which turns out not to be a problem at all. Most of the parents seem confident that their children will be safer on campus than anywhere else, and you’re grateful that you don’t have to press any of them very hard into allowing the change. You’re also concerned with whether your cats will take to the change well, but they seem to enjoy clawing at the bubble wrap and cardboard boxes you use in the move so you figure they’re taking it pretty well.

At some point Nemuri, likely in an attempt to lighten the rather gloomy mood that has descended upon the school’s staff, suggests that the faculty dorms be “broken in”. In other words: she wants to throw a party. You think it’s a great idea, actually. You all have been so busy lately, so on edge, that you figure a party or just a small get together would help you all to relax. You offer play the host, since being on the ground floor you have a larger patio and thus more space than the apartments above you, which only have cramped balconies.  You should be able to reasonably accommodate the whole staff, plus your three cats for just a night.

(In the back of your mind you also consider the possibility of seducing Aizawa with your cooking skills, but that possibility all depends on whether or not Aizawa actually shows up, since he isn’t the type to enjoy social gatherings. You figure the chances of him attending partially depends on Yamada dragging him along, so you ever so kindly offer to buy the blonde some heavy duty allergy medication, ensuring he doesn’t die from being around your pets. You consider hiding them away in the bathroom for the party, but you know they wouldn’t take that lying down. You also figure that the cats being there will be one of the deciding factors in Aizawa’s attendance.)

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The party is set to be the Saturday night before classes start up again for the new term. You spend the morning tidying up your apartment, ridding the place of  the cat hair that has already collected over seemingly ever surface despite your short stay. After you shower and get yourself ready, Nemuri and Ishiyama assist you in preparing a number of small h’orderves and drinks. You’re thankful for their help (though you’re relying on Lunch Rush to provide most of the food) but Nemuri makes preparing refreshments difficult. She seems bent on taste testing at least one full glass of every drink you have bought or made, leading to her being just a little bit tipsy and well, in the way. You kick her out of the kitchen before finishing up preparations with Ishiyama and waiting for your other co-workers to arrive.

Aizawa does show up to the party, being pulled along by Yamada just as you had predicted. When he enters, he immediately makes a beeline towards the first cat he sees. It’s absolutely the cutest thing you have ever seen; Aizawa is holding Callie in his lap and scratching under her chin, looking almost like a father holding his newborn baby. You rip your eyes away from the two of them when you hear Yamada clearing his throat next to you. He elbows your side and smirks at you knowingly.

“Shut up and go grab a drink or something.” You grumble at him.

“But I haven’t even said anything yet!” He protests but still strides over to the kitchen to fix himself a plate. You end up following him and making a plate for yourself, which you bring back into the living room to continue watching Aizawa’s feline adventures unfold on your couch. You offer him something to eat but he seems more interested in teaching Callie and Charles to shake hands, much to your amusement.

“Where’s your brother, huh?” He asks Charles as he scritches behind his ears. “I haven’t seen the king around yet.”

“Pharaoh doesn’t like people much.” You tell him. “He’s a momma’s boy. I can find him though if you’d like to meet him?” You hand Aizawa your plate, urging him to eat something (you still can’t recall ever seeing the man eat a bite of solid food and it’s really weirding you out at this point) and head off to the bedroom where you presume your last cat to be hiding.

You return with a somewhat grumpy sphynx in your arms to find Aizawa struggling to keep the plate of food away from Charles while Callie watches on. In their struggle, Charles jumps onto Aizawa’s chest, taking him by surprise and knocking him onto his back which causes the plate of food to become unbalanced and fall right on Aizawa’s face.

“Party foul!” You hear someone call from the other side of the room, but you’re too busy laughing at the scene to see who it is.

Charles and Callie immediately rush to lick h'orderves from Aizawa’s face and for his part, Aizawa seems resigned to his fate. He does, however, look to you to make sure you’re ok with the two troublemakers eating people food.

“I’ll allow it.” You declare, figuring the small portion of prosciutto wrapped asparagus and miniature sausages won’t hurt them. You seat yourself next to the couch by Aizawa’s head and pick a sausage from his cheek, feeding it to the cat in your arms.

“He’s beautiful.” Aizawa wonders at the animal just as Yamada peers over the back of the couch and screeches (apparently alcohol makes him even louder), “WHAT IS THAT THING?!”

“HOW DARE YOU?!”

“RUDE.” You and Aizawa respond in unison.

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The rest of the night passes relatively peacefully. Inui almost gets into into a fight with your cats, whom you’re pretty sure are being quietly cheered on by Aizawa. To break up the fight (which is really just a lot of incoherent hissing and growling) you charge Inui with walking a drunk Nemuri back to her room. Once things have quieted down and the first people have left for the evening (Ectoplasm and Maishima are such old men), Ishiyama and Lunch Rush assist you with the dishes and clean up.

Eventually, once it seems like everyone has left, you retreat to your bedroom to get ready to sleep. Just as you’re about to crawl into bed, you realize that while Pharaoh is already sprawled across your pillows, Callie and Charles, who usually join you and their brother on the bed, are nowhere to be found. You venture back out into the living room to look for them.

“Kids, are you hiding?” You quietly call out. “It’s time for bed, come on now.”

You hear a muffled groan and you jump slightly before spotting a black lump on your couch. Aizawa stirs and sits up, scratching at his head and looking around him like he doesn’t know where he is.

“Sorry. I guess I fell asleep.” He says. Just as soon as he spots you, he immediately looks away. You’re about to ask him if something’s wrong when you realize that your pajamas consist of just a pair of underwear and a thin T-shirt. At least the undies are cute.

“No worries!” You assure him quickly, trying to hide your embarrassment (and you think Aizawa might be embarrassed as well if the light dusting of pink on his pale cheeks is anything to go by). “You, uh, probably need the sleep. No offense.” You add.

“Nn.” He grunts in response. “Probably.”

Neither of you seems to know where to look and Aizawa has taken to determinedly studying Charles's tail. Meanwhile, Callie is looking back and forth between the two of you as if she understands how truly awkward this situation is.

“Did you nap well?” You ask awkwardly.

“Yeah, actually. Your room is pretty comfortable. It’s homey.” He states simply.

“Oh. I’m glad. Are you sure you just don’t like snuggling the cats though?” You tease.

“That’s certainly a plus.” He says.

“Well….” You look around the room, wondering what it is that makes it so comfortable for Aizawa to sleep there, when it’s apparent that he barely sleeps in his own room. You’ve seen him sleep at the school before, but not for the past couple of months, not since his eye bags started getting worse.

“You can stay if you want? I don’t know why you haven’t been sleeping lately and I don’t want to pry but...if it helps, you can spend the night here. You can even have the bed if you want.” Is that a weird proposition? You aren’t really sure if inviting your crush to sleep over at your house is weird at your age (it probably is).but you do want him to get some damn sleep for once.

Aizawa looks like he’s considering your proposal. After a moment he responds.

“The couch is fine.”

“Are you sure?” Aizawa nods and you smile at him. “I’ll go grab you a proper pillow. There’s blankets on the back of the couch but will you need more?”

He shakes his head, already lying back down and getting comfortable. As you turn to leave, you pull your t-shirt down over your butt, just in case. You return a few minutes later wearing a pair of shorts and holding your favorite pillow, which you lightly toss to him.

“Do you need anything else?” You ask as you watch Charles get comfortable on your guests chest.

“I’m good.” He assures you through a yawn.

“Ok, well. Wake me up if you need anything, ok?”

Aizawa just yawns again and you take that as his way of telling you to shut up and get out.

“Good night.”

“‘Night.” He sounds like he’s already halfway asleep. Just before you reach your bedroom door, Callie on your heels, you hear a quiet “Thanks” murmured.

You’re smiling to yourself as you crawl into bed and you’re still smiling when you wake up the next morning.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #aizawa shouta #aizawa shota #shouta aizawa #shota aizawa

[nothingneverforever]

Yesterday (2019)

When I’d just seen the trailers and promo stuff for Yesterday, there was some great excitement in me. I loved The Beatles years ago, I mean, I really really loved them, I’ve got about 15 books on them, borrowed my mom’s credit card to shop online for DVDs of all their original movies when I was 14, etc etc, so Yesterday’s premise added up and seemed to look like something I’d enjoy: Danny Boyle, mysterious ultra-niche alternate reality in an otherwise utterly regular world, some kind of deadpan irony about the whole situation…

Then it came and went in cinemas and I never got down to seeing it. So I watched instead this film review by DazzReviews on Youtube, titled “Yesterday Missed A MASSIVE OPPORTUNITY (SPOILERS)”.  It’s a short and simple analysis of key weaknesses of the film, being that its actual contents greatly pale in comparison to its great potential. Even without watching the film, I understood Dazz’s gripe because even seeing snippets of the film bored me. It is such a unique, and almost cute idea afterall: a blackout causing selective loss of memory in every single individual in this world (save for 3, later to be discussed) where post-blackout, The Beatles and other cultural/social phenomenon do not and have never existed. Our protagonist, who pre-blackout was a struggling singer/songwriter, then decides to release Beatles songs from his memory as his own, thus gaining global popularity and attracting immense adoration. It’s not novel, perhaps reminiscent of time-travel narratives idk, but it’s still fun right?  

Yet even after watching this review video and understanding the film’s flaws and being able to imagine how disappointing the film would have been, watching it in full for myself was still an upsetting experience. Google tells me that Yesterday is of the ‘Drama/Fantasy’ genre, which gives me a good starting point for my critique: how utterly un-fantastical it is.

Our protagonist Jack Malik is LITERALLY the most vanilla, ungrateful, boring, not-alive, nothing-at-all, annoying, pathetically male (in terms of tantrum-throwing and ingratitude) character I have ever seen. None of this is hyperbolic, his character literally sucks so freakin much omfg, absolutely devoid of any redeeming or even remotely INTERESTING qualities at all. In fact save for maybe one scene (which I will talk about below), I don’t think there was another single second in the entire film where we saw him smiling. This is not to say that he’s portrayed as especially tortured or depressed in demeanor, merely to indicate his absolute dearth of warmth and personality.

Meanwhile, it becomes clear as the boring film progresses boringly that Yesterday is in fact nothing more than a love story. The cute Beatles twist is merely a device to show us how Jack and his “love interest” Ellie (inverted commas cos their love sucks omfg I cant imagine that ANYONE viewing it is convinced) were in fact meant to be, with Jack’s momentary superstardom existing to show him that all he ever wanted was his old life, the one with Ellie (even though they were never together because THEY ARENT EVEN MEANT TO BE IN THE FIRST PLACE OKAY….). But, just as Jack’s character itself is flawed and awfully written, our female protagonist Ellie is SOOOOOO early 2000s. Just think of the most typical stock supportive, sweet, pretty, unfailingly kind and patient female whose presence is taken for granted etc etc… So her stock sweetie pie female character coupled with the most unbelievably charmless and unlikable male character make for the most unshippable couple you could possibly imagine. We are supposed to be charmed by her obvious-to-everyone-except-him love for Jack, supposed to have our heartstrings tugged by the singular scene of teenage schoolgirl her standing by the wings of the stage with hearts in her eyes while teenage schoolboy him sings a most soulless rendition of Wonderwall but it literally does absolutely nothing. The means has not met the end! This is a grossly uninspiring love story and there is no fantasy whatsoever!!

Honestly how is this even a Danny Boyle product? But then again… Zhang Yimou, boasting the incredibly genius Raise the Red Lantern (1992) on his resume, also did The Great Wall (2016) so I guess even heroes have the right to bleed or even the best fall down sometimes or something. OMG WAIT  I just googled the film again and not only is it directed by Danny Boyle but also written by Richard Curtis LOL wtfffffffffff okay this is the worst film ever seriously

Early on just after the global blackout thing, before Jack becomes the huge superstar that he does after his music (“his” music) is released into the world, when he first decides to use the songs of The Beatles, he is cajoled by his parents into performing for them in their humble living room. (by the way his parents are played by Sanjeev Bhaskar and Meera Syal who I have LITERALLY seen in about 1000 British TV shows and movies by now… idk maybe Yesterday was intended as a semi-ensemble cast film? Since there are other “appearances” by other known faces… ok whatever.) I guess this scene of him, superstar-to-be, sitting down at his piano in the claustrophobic living room with his parents exaggerating their domestic inclinations and comforts (by holding their cups of tea and settling themselves into their sofa-chairs etc) is meant to be comedic, we’re meant to laugh at how his parents have no idea the genius that is about to be released unto the stratosphere embodied by their all-great son Jack Malik, and it’s a predictable scene: his parents get disturbed by the bell and other things in the first 10 seconds of his performance, so Jack has to begin Let It Be 4 times over and never gets past a few lines… and okay, it’s funny because they are treating Jack’s “performance” as such because he has never before produced anything worthy of actual attention and has never performed in any manner that has demanded any respect given that he was an absolutely mediocre singer, but the scene is ruined by how Jack was written to have to react. Instead of taking it in his stride and recognizing that his parents are taking it so lightly because they have no idea how big the song is going to be because they have had no reason to expect anything great of him before, Jack throws a big fucking tantrum and asks why they cannot and have not respected the greatest song to ever be written etc etc… and okay, maybe this was intentional because we are to infer that Jack’s reaction is a projection of his own insecurities about releasing entirely unoriginal songs as his own, perhaps he has doubts about whether they would do as well as they did when The Beatles themselves released them, perhaps he has doubts that he is the right person to do this at all, anxieties and fears about being able to get away with it all… Sure, but I don’t want to give the writers the benefit of this doubt. If I were to watch the scene with my eyes and ears and not my brain, all I’d see is a dumbass manchild with a temper and ego problem incapable of accepting responsibility for the decisions he’s made, plus being unnecessarily cruel and disrespectful to his simple parents who want only to support him, if superficially. Basically, he’s dumb and the worst protagonist you’d want for a romcom.

But let it not be said that I am an extremist with my views: there was one sub-plot that showed promise and that made me think perhaps there was more to this film than the nothingness it had conveyed hitherto. When Jack played in Moscow, as an opening act for Ed Sheeran, we saw the haunting face of a large man in the crowd, carrying a knowing look in his eyes. It gave us a great sense of unease, seeing his concerned face contrasted with the throng of pretty girls screaming their hearts out (you know, à la “Moscow girls make me sing and shout”). Then later we see an English lady (played by the iconic amazing Sarah Lancashire who I know and love so so much from Happy Valley), who like the Russian man, carries the same speculation in her sharp eyes, as she sees Jack manically making his way through Liverpool, visiting key landmarks like Eleanor Rigby’s grave, Strawberry Fields, Penny Lane etc because, as she says to him later, “you cant write songs about places you’ve never been to”. So anyway, this odd pairing make up the only 2 other known humans in the world who for unexplained reasons also remember the existence of The Beatles, and thus recognize that Jack’s positioning of the entire Beatles discography as his own original work to be fraudulent.

So we as audiences who hardly care for this dumbass Jack but have still held on to some hope that the film would bring us some element of surprise and karma for this annoying fraud (whose singing voice by the way is literally the most forgettable ever), we would have loved nothing more than for Jack to face the sound of music (as Mother Mary comes to him). But instead of, I dunno, chopping his head off or outing him to the world, the mysterious duo thank him for bringing their much beloved Beatles songs back into the world, the whole who has forgotten them. They thank him for doing justice to the memory of the greatest band of all time, and together the duo and Jack dance and cheer in a side room minutes before Jack goes out to perform for the biggest crowd he’s ever played to. It’s just…  lame and not even a satisfying easy way out. Oh remember above when i said there was literally only about one scene of Jack smiling, this was it. And he only smiled because obviously he was relieved at not having his secret revealed to the world by these two..... ughhh WE DONT WANT TO SEE YOU HAPPY!! WE HATE U!!

Okay haha I shall end this as I do all my other ‘reviews’… by saying that I’m lazy already and cant really be bothered to continue but shall conclude by proclaiming that this film sucked… not in a remotely camp or quiet or interesting manner either. It was just boring and bad and of great disrespect to the music of The Beatles.

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Omg I have just attempted to read some actual reviews of this film and some actually think it’s ‘charming’ and ‘surprisingly moving’ and that the leads have ‘chemistry’………….. that’s literally the fakest thing I’ve ever heard lol bye bye!

[halcyon-writings]

can i request dante and vergil finding out that their s/o is pregnant with twins? also your writing makes me smile i love it!!

I’m on a roll with all these headcanons you guys and these are going to shorter because I’ve already written some pregnancy headcanons for Dante and Vergil already (click on their names to be taken to the posts about them yo) but I’ll still do this bc y not

warning: mentions of pregnancy

If Dante or Vergil’s S/O Was Pregnant with Twins

Dante

So he was expecting you to have only one kid, but when he founds out you’re having twins, a smug grin grows on his face and says, “Guess my swimmers are that strong, huh?” You actually smacked him for that. Dante will start with pregnancy puns. Yes, pregnancy puns, and you don’t know if you should laugh or cry.

Somehow, Dante’s gotten Lady off his back out his debt to her, which means he’s always gonna take you out, whether on walks or dates, idk anything fun for this little family of yours. You’re never gonna have a boring day (plus he’s always pampering you if you don’t feel like going out, or if your morning sickness is acting up, or if you’re just really tired because you’re doing everything with two little humans coming along, you deserve to be able to complain rest every once in a while. (When Dante said you complained more, you may or may not have purposefully started crying just to see him panic, haha jokes on you buddy)

He’s all about buying things for the little humans growing inside of his s/o that you’re pretty sure the nursery is gonna look more like a storage room with how much stuff he’s getting (but it’s cute so you forgive him)

You think Vergil will be this prepared but surprisingly Dante is ready af, and he’s buying mostly everything that he needs for the kids. Also, I’m crying at the thought of Dante buying one of those double baby carriers and so he looks like this: x and yes with tracksuit and all he is such a dad oh my goodness

Vergil:

Ah yes more kids to add to his little army, Vergil’s totally gonna take over the world “lmao no” is what his s/o tells him, so that quickly takes care of that. No evil minions for you Verg …yet 

But he’s actually kind of excited. He’d feel kind of guilty if he had one kid and they were by their lonesome. But he’s happy to know that his children will at least have someone to be around as they grow up. He might not tell his brother this but, while their family was living in seclusion as their father wanted to hide them from Mundus, he’s glad he at least had his brother, 

Vergil will go and buy you anything and everything in terms of craving once they start to surface. Even when the food combinations are ridiculous, he’ll go out and get them with stride. You’re the one who’s carrying his children so it’s the least he could do to you.

When his s/o starts showing the reality starts to set in that yes, you’re pregnant, and yes you’re having twins. With how emotionally stunted Vergil is, you’d expect him to start being more distant, but surprisingly he’s not. He’s always has some form of contact with how, whether it’s an arm around your shoulders, or a hand on your belly, he starts expressing himself a bit more (but he won’t admit it even though it’s pretty obvious)

#devil may cry imagine #dmc imagine #vergil imagine #dante imagine #vergil x reader #dante x reader #imagine #hc #mine

[jeniiii]

Someone [Tattoo Artist AU] || a.i

Summary: In which a wandering stranger falls in love with a daydreaming tattoo artist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1195

Comments: So, I wrote this a long time ago, along with most of the 5sos imagines I’ll be posting. I’m not the hugest fan of them as of right now, since they haven’t done much in terms of music. BUT, I’m still SUPER proud of some of the imagines I’ve written back in the day (like, late 2015/all of 2016 up until September) that I decided to share them with you guys (who am I kidding, literally no one reads my stuff, lol).

I won’t be taking requests for 5sos (maybe, idk yet man) as I said, I sorta lost my motivation to write about them (also considering the fact that no one sends in requests which is understandable considering I’m fairly new to posting imagines on here and don’t even technically understand how the frick sending in requests works, but I’ll get there) but I hope you enjoy my mass posting of all the imagines I’ve previously written that have been in my Wattpad drafts for over a year! Wooo!

Now enough of me talking about nothing important and getting to the imagine.

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He didn’t quite know why he was so intrigued by you.

There were patterns that laced your skin, a smile that seemed to be etched on your face when you drew another piece. You just seemed so bright, that the dark room you found yourself in was no match for light your smile brought.

He was almost… infatuated by your absolute existence, and he wished he had enough courage to walk up to you.

To be able to hold your fragile hands in his, ones that ached from client to client, or the ones that grazed the small intricate designs that were inked across your skin.

He needed some way to talk to the girl he saw through the fogged window every morning.

He just needed to talk to you.

~~

“Hi, what can I do for you today?”

It was the first he’s heard your voice, let alone seen you up close and he’s sure you’re the most beautiful thing he’s seen, even if art was strung against the walls surrounding the two of you.

For a moment, he forgets how to speak; his words catching at the base of his throat and his thoughts rushing to hysteria. He swears he hears you chuckle, but he’s too distracted to really decipher where the sound had come from.

And he thinks you see it.

The fear that grows in his eyes as you study the figure in front of you. One you’ve seen idling outside your shop too often to be just a coincidence. Too often to be an accident.

Not that you’re complaining.

“I- um… I need to - uh…. Can I use your bathroom?”

The words tumble across his lips in meshes, a blush creeping up to his cheeks at how stupid he must sound. He thinks if he just left now - if he just left you - he wouldn’t have to meet the eyes that watched him; eyes trained on the boy that wasted too many precious minutes you surely had.

But, you merely nodded your head towards a small door to your right, staring intently at the boy as he shuffled towards it.

And you swear you’ve never seen someone so adorable.

~~

He left that day.

His judgment got the best of him as he sprinted out of the bathroom, trying not to catch your eyes as he let a small, feeble thank you drop from his lips.

His eyes didn’t meet yours as his tall limbs lead him out of the shop, your voice dying on your lips as you tried to lead the blonde stranger back to your shop.

You think it’s for the best; that the boy with soft hazel eyes wouldn’t get involved with your mindless doodles, or broken thoughts.

It was better this way.

But, you think too soon as the day following you find the strange boy idling into your shop once again, his hazel eyes meeting yours if only for a second.

“The bathroom’s that way.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, watching a small smile spreading across his plump, pink lips. Thoughts surge through your head, thinking he can hear it- your heart beating in your ears, the thoughts that backed up in your head.

“I know.”

He chuckles his response, legs leading himself towards you. He tried not to show it, the nervousness that struck his system just like it had the day before. His eyes wander, if only to avoid yours for a little longer.

Because he swears he’s never seen something so beautiful.

His heart is thumping in his chest, his eyes soon trailing away from the girl dipped in black, your eyes following his to the floor.

He just couldn’t look you in the eyes.

“Well, what else are you looking for?”

Your eyes shadow a glint, amused at the red-faced boy in front of you. You’ve never quite talked to men before  - except for those who had patterns inked across their skin, requests for new a one, a flower perhaps - and you’re not quite sure how to respond otherwise.

“I- um… I’m not really sure in all honesty.”

He scratches the back of his neck, bright eyes avoiding yours as they trailed every inch of the shop. He doesn’t understand why he’s so flustered, or why his words get caught in his throat with ever glance that you shoot him.

Maybe he should’ve just left you alone; but maybe you should’ve ignored him the first day he walked into that door.

But that’s the thing; you didn’t.

“I’ll give you a few hours. Maybe come back and we’ll see what you make up.”

Your voice has a teasing lit to it, shooing for the blonde stranger to go, only wanting to lead him back to your shop; right back to you.

Before he goes, you push your name from your lips, asking for his in return, hoping he’ll come back to your quaint little shop.

“Ashton, nice to meet you.”

~~

You didn’t think he’d come back.

No, not a third time. Not when he didn’t seem like he belonged within the dark walls of your shop, its image embedded into your thoughts. You think he’s scared to come back- but you’re just as scared that he wouldn’t.

But he always seemed to find his way back here - back to you - and that sure as hell didn’t stop you from jumping out of your chair, eyes just as bright as the ones you’ve been longing for since you saw them.

“Welcome back, Ashton.”

You’re trying not to let your absolute happiness shine through your voice- wanting nothing more than to keep the boy with golden curls crossing his face in your reach.

His smile radiates through the room, taking small strides towards you. Every step made your breath hitch, so completely flustered it was hard to concentrate at this point.

You’re guessing roles have turned since his last visit only a few mere hours ago.

“I… I’ve figured out what I came here for.”

He’s trying to control his voice, words firm on his lips as he finally lets his eyes meet yours. He’s gained his composure through the hours he was away, small pep talks in his apartment which surely made his neighbours certain he was mad - just say she’s pretty- no, that’s pathetic. Um- hey! Fancy seeing you here. No, she works there, of course I’d see her!

He’s a mess of broken up sentences and shattered thoughts, but that doesn’t stop him from finding his way back to you, eyes glinting with hope just as he lets the words leave his lips.

“I came here to find something… I-I came here to find someone.”

Your eyes widen at his sudden words, chest pumping through your ears as you digest his thoughts. It was only a matter of time till an answer dropped from your mouth, lips twisting up into a smile.

“Well, maybe they were right here looking for you too.”

Your answer’s just as blunt as his own, but you know you both understand what’s happening, hoping it wouldn’t end just yet.

No, not when there was so much more to be said.

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin imagine #5sos #5 seconds of summer #ashton 5sos #imagines #celebrity imagine #tattoo artist au #ashton fletcher irwin

[originalcontent]

OC questions 1-30 for Kaylo :)

Ahahahaha you actually did it. Okay here we go. (btw I’m gonna call them Shayne on my blog because that’s how I think of them even though they make up a new name every time they meet people.) Anyway, obviously contains some spoilers for this character, but they’re not necessarily meant to be secret so I don’t mind who reads.

1: What’s your OC’s biggest insecurity and how would they react if someone pointed it out to them?

This is kind of interesting. They don’t have a lot that they’re insecure about. In fact a lot of their appearance is meant to mess with people by making them assume insecurities and weaknesses. There’s no real part of themself that they particularly dislike (although they do secretly wish they were a little smarter) but if you wanted to get under their skin, I guess you could tell them that all their actions had gone according to someone’s expectations, or that they had all been fated from the get go. If that ever happened they’d respond by actual, genuine pissed-off-ness.

2: If your OC wants to buy a firearm, what it might be for?

GUNSLINGER AESTHETIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3: Does your OC behave differently around different people, if so with whom and how?

They’re pretty much a pain in the ass towards everyone. Around Versel and Mara they do tend to make more of an effort to take their wishes into account than they would for other people just because they know they need to work with the party to save the world. They sort of treat Versel as the leader and while nothing will get in the way of a real spur-of-the-moment decision for Shayne, until that happens they’re pretty much willing to just follow Versel around. In terms of Mara, they like giving her extra goodies because she’s not a caster. The other relationship is that they’re less bouncy around Nokomis because they’re lowkey scared of her. Outside the party, everyone else gets the same playful disrespect, no exceptions.

4: Would your OC want to involve themselves in humanitarian work ? If yes, then for what? If not, then why not?

Yeah, they’d do volunteer work for saving the world and rescuing kidnapped children.

5: How would your OC generally react to someone being verbally abusive towards them for no apparent reason?

They’d take it into stride and chatter back without missing a beat. At this point in their life they’ve already heard most insults that someone would think to throw at them, and have personally reclaimed them all. Even if their feelings were actually hurt (which is unlikely they’re legit not that sensitive) unconditional kindness and humor is a much more vicious response.

6: Does your OC have a realistic image of their own intelligence?

Pretty much. They might lie to someone else about it, but they don’t consider themself particularly smart. They like to think they excel at intuition and thinking on the fly however. Up to you to decide how right they are.

7: Does your OC have any irrational phobias?

Yes, they’re terrified of spiders. They also fear relationships and having to be around children for a long time.

8: How is/was your OC’s relationship with their parents?

Shayne put their parents under a lot of strain. They were just farmers who happened to be able to look kinda intimidating sometimes. Shayne on the other hand posed a legitimate danger to everyone around them. Their parents were constantly having to save them from vengeance and to move from place to place. Although Shayne rarely took responsibility for how their behaviors affect others, it was different with their parents. They left their parents when they were a teenager, hoping to learn how to control their sorcery. They haven’t stayed in contact that much, but I think they have seem them once or twice.

9: Does your OC feel a pressure to achieve or are they content and calm with doing what they can at the moment?

Both? They’re always happy to just live through whatever a moment’s situation might be. At the same time they are very invested in saving the world and finding ways to finesse their powers.

10: Does your OC guard their emotions by being tough? If not how would they?

What emotions They don’t do it by being tough so much as by being eternally insincere. The only strong emotions they’re ever actually willing to show are happiness, excitement and curiosity, and even then who knows how much of that is constructed? They sort of did the thing where they forced themself to exclusively perform a limited set of emotions and have trained themself to have those responses to most things.

11: How would your OC react to hearing they’re adopted?

Either “That explains a lot!” or “haha I bet you regret that choice now, huh?”

12: What is one of the most primary things your OC feels that is missing from their life?

Okay this is the one that I’m not gonna answer. 

13: What kind of situations does your OC avoid the most?

Boring situations, predictable situations, extensively planned situations, and situations where they have to hurt others, although they’re more okay with the last one, they just have already done a lot of that in the past and are trying to prove that their magic can be used in other ways.

14: If your OC gets into a fight with their best friend, would they wait for their friend to make up with them, or would they try to make up with their friend?

They would apologize and make up very quickly, but would sound very insincere doing so. 

15: Does your OC consider themselves a good person?

I’m tempted to say that they don’t believe in good people, but that’s not true. They think Versel and Mara are good people. They don’t think they’re a good person because they don’t think that labels like good and bad (evil) apply to them in the first place.

16: Is your OC good at giving others validation of their feelings and making them feel understood?

I mean I don’t play any of the others in these situations, but I’d guess not.

17: Does your OC suffer from any mental health issues?

Hahahahahahahahahaha yes.

18: What kind of intrapersonal values does your OC have? (values about their self, what makes them feel like a valid person)

They believe that it is predetermined that they will inevitably become a demonic agent of chaos to spread suffering, no matter what they do in life. As the defiant nonconformist that they are, they live life to do everything in their power to be friendly and save the world and all that warm fuzzy stuff. After all, what true agent of chaos would just accept fate lying down without trying to break it?

19: What boosts your OC’s confidence the most?

Whenever a ridiculous idea of theirs actually works. Also any approval from Versel, Mara, and Nokomis.

20: Does your OC hurt others often unintentionally? If yes, how?

Yes. They happily use others with no regard for their own personal issues (see Augustine Montegue for instance.) They don’t intend harm on these people, and will happily do favors for them in return, but they also don’t really care if others shoulder further consequences and suffering.

21: Does your OC hurt others often intentionally? If yes, how?

They don’t normally intend to hurt anyone else unless in a combative situation, but they do like messing with other people sometimes. They have no moral issues with asking others to take self-harming courses of action, but normally it’s for some purpose other than having the other person suffer.

22: How does your OC usually show affection? Are they openly romantic or more restricted with their affectionate emotions?

I think in terms of romance they’d be totally over the top, midnight serenades, riding in with a rose in between their teeth, all that. I think they must have dated at some points in the past, but that’s not an important part of their life. In terms of platonic affection, they demonstrate it by following people around and offering help and gifts even when unprompted.

23: Does your OC tend to hide something about their personality/essence when meeting new people? If yes, what?

They hide their name for one. Also they don’t really try to keep secrets, but they’re hardly upfront about their intentions and beliefs. Oh, they do like to hide that they have absolutely no regard for others.

24: How would your OC react if they got humiliated by someone in a group of people?

Either laugh, or try some ridiculous stunt to top whatever had just happened.

25: How would your OC process the grief caused by the death of a loved one?

“Oh well.”

26: What is the most intense thing your OC has been battling with?

Their innate tendencies to harm others.

27: Does your OC practise any kind of escapism? If yes, what kind?

Yeah, they practice escapism through constructing a whole new identity for themself to live out the rest of their life as so they don’t actually have to face the implications of any of their actions.

28: How would your OC react if a bully stole their lunch money in high school?

Nowadays they wouldn’t care. As a teenager they’d probably have accidentally hurt them a lot.

29: How does your OC behave on the face of a conflict?

By jumping right into it and fully embracing it in the most out of left field way they can think of.

30: What makes your OC defensive quickest?

idk attacking them? Actually they do get defensive when someone legitimately tries to probe into their past.

Wooooooow that was a lot of questions. But I guess I’ve gotten everything I needed about this character out of my system, so thank you for that.

#asks #squiddles-and-such #shayne #there you go that's the character #haha joke's on you you thought i was just making a fun and silly character #i'm incapable of making a character that's not hopelessly tragic #anyway #thank you for the ask!